Deku POV
My BFF group was going shopping at hot topic and staples.
We managed to get some cute skirts and found pencils and stuff for projects!!!!!!! I still can't seem to reach the top shelf because I'm still as tall as I was in the other world aka when i was hiyoko Saionji.
We had gotten tattoo's and some pricings.
We had gotten matching sanrio tattoos that had the charecters on it!!! SO KAWAII!!!!!!!
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Kokichi/kinoko: Kuromi
Angie/kendo: my melody
deku/hiyoko: cinnamon roll
Bakugo/mikan: little twin stars
Tsuyu/makoto: hello kitty
Ururaka/Kirigiri: Badtz-Maru
Ojiro/Mondo: yoshikitty
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After that we went to our shared house we had buyed together.
We still had our talents and used them for some serious bank! We had done a horror story night while I knitted something for me and mikan.
She was nice and I felt sorry for bullying her,, we had made up and let her fake bully me which I was fine with and always laughed at it since the tables turned so easily!
The others were doing a diy project which I did help with when I took a break from knitting. The fireplace was on and today it was raining and cold. And soon thunder had stricken.
Luckily I had finished knitting and we'd been done with the project for the night. So I could help comfort mikan, who was scared.
My hair looked short because I kept it in a type of style that helped long hair look short. I had long hair and so did bakugo.
(This au Bakugo's as short as mikan because he is mikan.)(makes it more easy!)
Some laughs and some screams of terror. And soon it was night time and we bunched up on the couch and soon fell asleep.
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