I don't care about Luxiem's 2nd outfits
I don't care about Luxiem's 2nd outfits
I don't care about Luxiem's 2nd outfits
I don't care about Luxiem's 2nd outfits
I don't care about Luxiem's 2nd outfits
I don't care about Luxiem's 2nd outfits
I don't care about Luxiem's 2nd outfits
You could say being an assistant of a pro hero was difficult.
Especially when you're DynaMight's.
Katsuki Bakugou, or also known as DynaMight, was announced as the No. 2 hero next to Hawks just three months ago, and you could say his schedule was hectic, barely had the time to
"Midoriya, we dare you to call Bakugou by his surname."
Izuku looked at Eijirou and Denki who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Eehh?" Izuku frowned. "But I'm not used to it."
"Come on!" Denki said. "We'll do anything you want if you did."
"Wash my sweaty sparring shirts."
after him, he was not a fucking baby. Like he said, he could do these paperworks all by himself, he'd done that without Izuku's help.
That asshole could go ahead and cry, see if Katsuki cares.
He bit his lip as he slowly, painfully crouched down to pick up his mess.
Fuck.
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"Uhm..."
Their classmates immediately cleared the living room, scattering around just to avoid the duo.
"Bakugou? HUWAAA KACCHAN! GOMENASAI!!"
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"Washing Midoriya's shirts is totally worth it."
"Oi, Dunce Face, Shitty Hair."
kissed that deep. He never loved people this hard.
He could only feel pain. Nonstop pain.
Pain everywhere, pain in each of his body. It was agonizing. If he chose fighting with Muscular for the first time than feeling this one, he would choose Muscular.
He blacked out.
I thought we're all accepting and open about our sexual and gender identities in this community. That's the thing our oshis have been promoting and supporting. This is one of the main reasons why I joined here, what just happened 💀
Kirishima couldn't believe that people would even have the heart to reject this boy.
He couldn't reject him if he tried. His arms tightened around him.
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Mysta's JP pronunciation, his falsetto, his growls, his breathing control. This man has been working so hard on singing, his JP, on his guitar skills, and on himself. ANYONE IS NOT ALLOWED TO DEGRADE AND UNDERESTIMATE HIM AGAIN
he whispered. "And with that, you won't feel pain anymore because I'll be here to give you the things they should have given you instead of neglecting you."
Even with a room full of people, Kirishima pressed a light kiss on his forehead. "I'm here. I've got you."
He suddenly felt nauseous.
He swung Kirishima's door open, his eyes tearing up.
Kirishima gasped as he sobbed in his palms, his whole body trembling as he stopped himself from crying so hard. He gripped his pillow hard, clenching his eyes shut.
He will be fine.
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Bakugou watched the both of them giggle as they walked towards their dorm, their hands swaying like they were little kids playing around.
He scoffed, walking the other way.
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Why do sex jokes scare people? This is funny bc all consume some kind of sex related shit at least twice or thrice a week.
I'm surprised 🔮 makes someone uncomfortable. His community, his streams, and him in general are comfortable and welcoming. Do homosexual scare you?
a sweet kiss. "I love you."
Kirishima sighed in awe. "If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up."
"Too bad, you have to wake up to see my ugly mug."
Kirishima bit his bicept at that. "Who the fuck are you calling ugly?"
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covered with tears.
He left Todoroki there on the couch with an unreadable look on his face.
He didn't notice Bakugou standing in the doorway, the papers he was holding all burnt up.
"Fuck," he growled to himself. "Fuck. Fuck."
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better than nothing."
"I'll explain everything to him once he wakes up," Aizawa murmured. "For now, let him rest. He looks really rough."
RG kissed Midoriya's forehead noisily.
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"Yes," Izuku whispered, closing his eyes. "I apologize, that was so unprofessional of me."
"Oh shut up, we can hug all the time." Denki grinned, cheeks pink with happiness. "Now let's eat! So we can discuss what we will do in the hero gala!"
Midoriya kissed his cheek back, pressing their foreheads together. Kirishima smiled sadly as the pain in both of their chests slowly disappeared.
They were home.
but he didn't look up.
"What?" he asked.
Izuku cleared his throat nervously. "Sero-kun—"
"I heard what you said. But what did you just call me?"
Izuku smiled sheepishly when Katsuki stood up, dropping his notebook on the couch holding his hand high and released little sparks