Uraraka; Hey! Bakugo-san!
Bakugo: what, round-face?
Uraraka: I've got a gift for you!
Bakugo; is it your death?
Uraraka; no, no! Its something even better— A poem!
Uraraka; recently, there's this club that I've joined. And it offers me the best inspirations of literature-kind gifts!
Bakugo: your point?
Uraraka: I've made a poem for you while I was in it. Want me to read it to you?
Bakugo; no—
Uraraka: *ahem!* Roses are red, violets are blue....
Bakugo: why am I still here—
Uraraka: I have 5 fingers.
Uraraka: and the middle ones for you *flips Bakugo off* *still smiling*
—running in the 90's began playing—
Uraraka: bye! *nyoom*
Bakugo: GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!
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God, if someone who can art is reading this, make a comic out of this please and send it to me. Pleasssseeeeeeeeeeee
YOU ARE READING
♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ Bnha :; Crack.˚ ᵎ┊͙
HumorJust some ransoms about BNHA that I like to throw in.
