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IM SO SORRYYYYYYY I RLY WANTED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU :(((

OH EM GEEE HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS!!!!

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content: fluff, stargazing through the car roof, flustered izuku, just cuteness all around 

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He had this all planned out. From the date, to the day, to even the time he would ask. A foolproof plan, one may add. Yet, it seemed that some force, possibly the universe, was having none of this. Laughing in his face at the absurdity of asking such a person out. A person that was none other than you. 

You, the one Midoriya would call a dear friend of his. Well, he would have a few weeks ago. Before the mere mention of your name made his stomach flip and turn his face cherry red. It surprised him how you hadn’t caught on by now, since his behavior was far from ordinary. Yet, you were oblivious or rather knew but wanted to spare his feelings. Either way, Izuku was determined to make his feelings known. 

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★﹒₊‧ more sero headcanons bc i'm in love w him

in middle school he started puberty before everyone meaning he had bad acne before everyone else too :/ and he was so insecure about it that he would drown his skin in chemicals so much so that it just got worse until his sister (i also hc that he is the 2nd oldest of 5 BIG FAMILY) went into his room and saw all those damn products that doesn't do shit so she took him to a dermo and got him on some actual good shit that help. but he does still have light purple-ish acne scars on the bottom of his cheeks which are pretty faint but but look so good in him.

like i said he had a rlly big family. 5 siblings (including him) and he's the 2nd oldest. it goes his oldest sister(19), sero(16), twin boys (10), and a sister (2). his older sister is in her first year at uni studying to be a pharmacist and she has a very calm and inviting presence. like you just instantly feel safe with her and want to tell her all your secrets. denki 100% tried to hit on her the first time he went to his house over break. the two twins are rowdy as hell. they absolutely destroy the house on the regular and sero finds himself cleaning it up before his parents get home. (sweetest boy ever) his youngest sister is only two but she is prefect. yk the whole 'terrible 2's' thing most kids go through? yeah not her. she's so quiet and amused by everything around her she only cries when he's REALLY hungry or she's hurt/scared. sero and his brothers are also so protective over her and def will be when she gets older. his parents work so incredibly hard to keep their children happy. his dad owns a dinner in their small town and his mom is a teaches english and AP european literature at a private high school.

his music taste is all over the board. i can see him liking bands like valley, coin and artist like frank ocean or/and tyler the creator, especially when he's in a love sick mood.

i feel like he eats the most clean out of the bakusqaud. like bakugou eats gel they but he also downs those ultra spicy ramen packet things. not that sero is trying to be healthy i just don't think he cares for/likes junk food that much. like hell only eat junk food if he's out with friends and they stop at like some place.

also he played basketball in middle school and he was GOOD AT IT TOO! idk how basketball works but ik he was good as hell. ik canonically he's not very popular but i'm ignoring that bc in my head sero is popular. not like he's hanging out with ppl, partying 24/7 or in drama type of popular, just like everyone knows him and tells him bacially everything. he's your girlfriends "guy bestie🥺" and he knows all the drama. HES A FLIRT TOO i don't remember if i mentioned that in my last post or not but it's worthy mentioning twice.

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current concern: trying to find an apartment. It’s not going well.

The basic: I’m rhea ! I’m 19, she/her pronouns & ima Scorpio and ENTJ

things i like; Kendrick, bad bunny, Kali uchis, Frank Ocean, Lana del Rey, PinkPantheress 🎧,rainy and cold days, cozy warm lighting, the color pink, anime (i mean..duh), new york city, drawing, hiking, barcelona, Asian food.

things i do NOT like; extremely cold or hot weather, school work, greasy food, toxic mha fans & many more things.

I miss haikyuu.

something something i was born into it, molded by it

thank u to all the people making haikyuu edits to Anti Hero by taylor swift on tiktok.

y’all are really killing me

choso was a full-grown man.

a man who takes cares of his brothers, is employed, and pays his taxes. a man who can share his ideas and his thoughts with professionalism and skill. a man who can admit when he’s wrong, who can let his resentment go for the better.

so imagine his confusion when he acts like nothing but a developing teenager when you were around him.

he truly felt like his body had relapsed back to puberty. he can’t control his sweat around you, he’s switched his deodorant three times before finding something long lasting enough (although he barely spends more than a couple hours around you a day, if even that, and yet he still manages to produce so much sweat—). he can barely make eye contact with you without feeling his face grow hot (shooting down his neck, goodness, he has to fan at his face soon or he'll start sweating and he just showered for you—), a tremble in his hands, a trip in his words. the sentences that so ridiculously tumble out of his mouth are ineligible and humiliating, as if he forgot every single word he’s ever learned.

he talks to himself often.

whether it’s him walking on the way back home from your hangout, or when he’s alone at work, choso talks to himself. he walks alone and speaks your name out loud, a small awkward smile on his lips (even hearing the splendid name from his own throat dusts his cheeks pink.). he rants and analyzes how physically impossible it was for anyone to be as lovely as you. frustrated muttered outbursts of his incompetence around you. questions about if he was normal, if what he was feeling was normal (he concluded no.). these thoughts are too much to be confined within his mind, overflowing so much at the seams, he was afraid he would accidentally speak them aloud to you. so, he verbally lets them out when he’s alone, before his mouth gets the best of him. he never feels further from sanity when he talks to himself. but since it’s about you, well… it makes him feel better pretty quickly.

he writes about you.

talking to himself and thinking about you only helped him so much. he still feels a nervousness in his chest, needing to convey these feelings in some other form. so, he started scribbling little notes about you on napkins at restaurants and cafes, soon throwing them away; but he soon garners a deep hatred for this. anything that reminds him of you, anything at all, whether it be from his own hand or out in the world, has to be cherished. If not, what sort of insult is it to you? so, he buys a notebook. it’s a small one, black and dull, pocket sized so he can write about you whenever he so pleases. the first few entries are sloppy and messy, hurried so he could get the thought out before it slips his mind. but he soon grew a hatred for this as well. even thoughts written about you must be written with such a delicacy and care, even though you’ll never see it.

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When you look at me,

I forget that this world is capable of hatred and misery.

How could a being so light and pure,

Exist next to a miserable soul such as I?

the more i write about choso the less i feel i should be walking the streets as a free citizen. put me in a padded room, im not okay