"They don't teach us about that in school how am I supposed to know" well you seem to know a lot about Bakugou but they don't teach you about him in school. Do they
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dynamight is clearly trying to go unnoticed in the grocery store, but you recognize him, anyway, despite the mask and low-pulled hat. knowing makes you feel even worse about approaching him—because you'd be too afraid to, otherwise—but you're not sure what else to do at this point.
you lean in close to him as he's standing in front of the produce, poking through the same bin.
"ooh, we need to get an onion, too, remember?"
he startles enough away from you that you can feel the foundation of your last ditch efforts crumbling. even beneath his hat, his light eyebrows pull down hard, gaze narrowing, and on the other end of such a fiery glare, you're reminded exactly why you've never wanted to meet him before: he's terrifying, handsome as he is.
"hah—"
you smile at him and hope it looks real, squishing into the space he's created even though your hands are shaking. "the guy by the juice followed me all around the store from the parking lot and i don't know what else to do." you widen your eyes, and you want to look, you do, but your facade is hanging on by a thread. "please help me."
dynamight swallows, and you hope his expression only seems so guarded because you're so close; enough to smell his subtle yet sharp cologne, to see the dark blonde wisps of his eyelashes. when he blinks, they brush against his mask, feather-light.
"okay," he nods once, and the gravel of his voice makes your stomach turn in some teenage way, that has your cheeks flaring.
(this is really not the time to be getting shy.)
he doesn't look towards the juice either, thankfully, and instead adjusts his stance, leaning into you in return, large and wide and formidable enough to nearly shield you from view. "an onion, huh? think we got one at home."
you can feel the warm press of his body against your own and it has you releasing a breath that had been trapped deep in your chest, has tears stinging behind your eyes. the sharp pain in your sternum lessens, and when you feel his hand come up to sit, carefully, against your lower back, dynamight murmurs,
"y'r alright,"
and you are.
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Annnnnnnnd another oldie! I tried something different with this one, and I really liked it and enjoyed the process, so I've come to appreciate this Kacchan as the one where I finally realised what I wanted from my art.
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Mailing you a boop since you're not here rn!
Boop!
(it's a tumblr feature for April fools btw)
sorry for the shitty cropped image 🥲
omg this is so sweet!!!!!! I completely missed April fools day unfortunately but I wish I hadn’t this is such a cute little thing they did but omg means so much to me that u went out of your way to send me one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! genuinely so touched 🥺🥺🥺 thank u 🥺🥺🥺🥺
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But Love Was The Archer, 2024
Colored pencil, acrylic, and ink on bristol
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Was practicing poses but it turned into a desperate beg for certain demon cat to not kill him
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