... It wasn't that he was annoyed. Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed, but that was because a certain explosive punk decided to test the flammability of his sheets at 2 in the morning. Every single morning. (In which Bakugou's quirk wakes Kirishima up, and Kirishima gets way too invested in his bro's well-being.) **N...
Red /red/ adjective 1. A color at the end of the spectrum next to orange and opposite violet, as of blood, fire, or rubies. Red. An odd color. It has so many meanings and so many emotions behind it. Love Anger, Embarrassment; whatever you can think of and even what you can't. It's refreshing to know that it's always...
"Don't look like that. You're supposed to be having fun, remember?" A plastic red cup is being shoved into his hand and Katsuki is overcome with the desire to splash whatever contents are inside into Shouto's stupid hair. Being stepped on and trampled over by drunk and horny college students is not fun. "I'm fuckin'...
Katsuki plucks the glass from the stranger's hand and drinks it down, wrinkling his nose at the harsh burn. "Fuckin' whiskey? You didn't even get the good shit." He says with a snort, tossing the glass somewhere on the other end of the sofa. The man cocks his head to the side, either incredibly amused or bordering di...
Tenya isn't sure of what part of his situation leaves him with a thumping heart and a dry mouth. This isn't his first time laying eyes on Katsuki Bakugou by a long shot. In fact, he's been looking at him almost every single day for several semesters now---sometimes with eyes much too inappropriate to be becoming of a...
warning: this is gonna be sad based off of a tumblr or twitter post i saw! i don't have it anymore, but im looking for it. this might not be that long, for story purposes but we'll see what happens. enjoy :)
Sero decides to spice up movie night. cross posted on ao3! check it out and give it some love: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19486195
He smelled mildly of cinnamon. I don't know how, probably the hair gel, but it was pleasant. He fell asleep pretty much instantly, and I started to slowly stroke his hair. There was something peaceful about the way his chest went up and down with every soothing breath. He was so quiet. I moved my hand from his hair t...