Life Is For Taking Therapeutic Walks And Being In Your Own Bubble And Reading Books In Bed And Drinking

look. i just. want to talk about bakugou after your first big fight. bc i think he eventually becomes the type of person that knows when he's being too mean but he still can't stop. like you say one thing in defense to him and he takes it a step too far and immediately thinks, why the fuck did i say that—and then you get angrier and so he gets angrier and his inner monologue is just like shut up shut up shut up shut up before you say something you don't mean literally stop.

and so maybe he leaves, just to cool off.

not in the middle of the fight, but it's not resolved either. there's a lull between the little back and forth quips, all the "well i'm not saying that you—" and the "no, you're fuckin' saying—", the "don't cuss at me, katsuki—" and the "then don't talk to me like 'm—" and then it's silent. he's got more to say and so do you—but at the same time, he's just. over it. whatever started the argument in the first place has been left behind, anger moreso stemming from what's happened since the first shot was taken (by him, of fucking course), and he doesn't want to fight with you of all people. not you.

and the longer he's gone, the more it just spins around and around in his head. everything he said and the way he said it and why he said it, why the fuck did he say it. bakugou is—he's too used to fighting, too good at it bc that's all anyone has ever done with him. that's all anyone has ever shown him, that irritation, that push-back, that quick judgement and eventual avoidance. fed up with it. with him.

by the time he comes home—if he can call it that anymore—he knows it's over. he knows this is the part with the "i just don't think it's working out—" and the "really can't handle this right now—", the "you're an asshole—" and the—

and the worst of all is just the abandonment. the worst of all is when he'll come back to that apartment and you'll just be gone. you'll come and get your things over time, stuffing it all into cardboard until there aren't any traces left. until all that's there is the walls and the carpet and the frame and just. bakugou. alone. again.

but he walks through the door and you're just—there. washing some dishes, folding the laundry, poking at your phone because you can't sit still. and you frown at him with a little crease between your eyebrows, bc you're still mad and he knows this is it, this is when you look him in the eye and you tell him—

"i can't find the tv remote."

".......y'always lose the—the freakin' thing. did you check under the couch?"

"that's the first place i looked."

and you stand up to prove you're not sitting on it and he shakes out the throw blanket you were using and sticks his hand between the couch cushions and he finds a bunch of coins, a sock, that pair of underwear he took off of you the last time he had a night off—and the f—reakin' tv remote.

and you rest your forehead on his chest and you're pouting and you mumble out a, "thanks," even though you probably don't want to. you probably do a lot of things you don't want to do, with him. because of him. things you probably don't want to do anymore because you're fed up. and this is it. this is it.

"i love you, jerk."

when you wrap your arms limply around him, he doesn't say anything. because he can't. he can't shut up when he wants to, and he can't speak up when he wants to, and it's something you're probably tired of, maybe, he's not actually sure, but you let him bury his face into your hair and you pretend you don't notice that he's trembling just a little and that you can feel his racing heartbeat through his back.

bakugou doesn't say anything, because he can't, so you just lean into him a little more and you say,

"still love you."

and you pretend not to hear the deep inhale that he takes or the little groan he lets out, and you pretend not to feel the clench of his jaw or the barely-there wobble of his chin. and you say,

"still gonna choose to love you."

because you don't love him by accident. even with his irritation and his push-back, his smart-ass quips and his angry language. you see it all and you see him and you still say,

"always gonna love you."

and that's how bakugou knows where his home is. what it is. that's how he knows it's you, of all people.

siren!megumi concept sheet i whipped up in a single-minded fever state fr @uriekukistan

i got the heart and emotions of my mom. i have so much love to give but yet i am so unloveable.

The demon and the butterfly

this teen emo nanami being a shy boy is literally everything to me😭

Hi! I hope you are okay and that you are having a good time. She wanted to ask you, if it's not too much trouble, if you could write something about teenage Nanami, and how she would act around her crush. I don't see many writings of this type and would really like to read more about him.

TEENAGER NANAMI KENTO HAVING A CRUSH

He is completely in denial.

His heart beating fast anytime he sees you? Must be anxiety.

Wanting to see you all the time he gets? Must be your smart ass conversation.

Waiting for you to come in the classroom? Must be because you always arrives at the same time the teacher does.

Poor boy Nanami, totally in denial.

He doesn't understand why every time he goes to speak to you, he freezes.

He is only able to say greetings and he does it with a nod, letting you thinking that he must hate you for sure.

Even when you are the one initiating the conversation, he just nods.

"Did you see the new song from Kiss?"

Nods.

You try again.

"It was good right? Wish I could go at their gig."

Nods with a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Would you like to go with me?"

He abruptly stands up and leaves to the bathroom.

For some unknown reason he is feeling so hot that he needs some air. Must be something he ate this morning.

Teen Nanami won't be able to convey his feelings to you. He won't be able to do it even to himself.

You better be patient and wait until he is a grown up when he'll finally understand the speed of his heart whenever he is near you.

OH MY!! I remember thinking Nanami was quiet as a teen while reading the manga. He never spoke his feelings even though he already thought about how annoying Gojo was. So that's why I think he wouldn't be able to say even a word to you.

i don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you.

more rengoku lives au for the soul. girl i honestly dont know what to caption this </3 as nero would say. SEXO

legends

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