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lemony-7 · 10 months
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First time seeing Shinsou.
Kaminari: I'm not gay, but DAMN.
Kirishima: You don't have to be gay to find someone attractive!
Kaminari: Nah, I'd fuck him.
Kirishima:
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z-mizcellaneous-z · 1 year
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kaminari: you know shit's going down when I pull out the Kahoot lobby soundtrack. kirishima: kaminari, it's just math homework. kaminari: HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY USE OF THE KAHOOT LOBBY SOUNDTRACK.
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esparafuso · 2 years
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Here's the full cover illustration I created for @ikigaizine!
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yumenofude · 2 years
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Requests are open! Send a colour palette and a character / ship / brotp of your choice with suggestion of a vibe / prompt possible 😌
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Kaminari: So there I was, flying over the city. But when I woke up, I couldn’t fly!
Kirishima: Like that dream you had where you were dating Madonna. But when you woke up, you weren’t.
Kaminari: Exactly! You ever have the ones where your teeth are falling out? Better my teeth than my hair but still.
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yunikipoh · 5 months
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Some sketches with my style with KamiKiri & YuuRyo (they have the same seiyuus or voice actors too, aaaaah I love it!!).
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evolutionsvoid · 2 years
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The furious scuttling in the darkness. The sound of slicing shears. A brief rush of wind, then all becomes still. The presence you just felt is no longer there, gone in a second. The only evidence of its passing is the damage it leaves behind, cut up clothing, shredded nets and, most notably, missing hair. Folks rarely see the creature responsible for these encounters, but they all know it by name: the Kamikiri. Though it moves like a shadow in the night, it is not a species that is feared, rather it brings annoyance, anger and usually a fair amount of property damage.
The Kamikiri is a terrestrial crustacean that is found in coastal places, or areas that reside close to water bodies. Be it rivers, lakes or ocean, that is enough to satisfy the needs of the Kamikiri. Though it possesses the many legs usually found in crustaceans, the adults have turned to a quadrupedal state, with the rest reduced down to nubs only used for gripping and traction. Though they only use four limbs, they are still just as fast and agile, darting about with incredible speed. This posture has also caused people to misidentify the origins of this species, often thinking them a kind of terrestrial bird or such. What helps give this impression is their beak-like face, which is actually composed of their numerous mouth parts. A hooked beak and dark coloration can make people think it a raven or some other black bird, as their quickness also makes it hard to get a good look. If they saw that mouth go to work on its food, or used for cleaning, you would see how it splits and jitters as all the parts and pieces go to work. Perhaps the best indication that this may be a crustacean and not a corvid, is the large claws on their forelimbs. Bent to help with walking and hooked to let it snag prey, these tools are vital to every Kamikiri. It is easy to say that this species wouldn't be nearly as notable if it were not for these nasty pincers! Though they may be small compared to the weaponry of other beasts, like a male Teketeke, their razor sharp edge and rapid slicing will quickly change any mind. It seems like anything that isn't metal is snipped through with ease, with them being able to cut through leather, rope, flesh and small to somewhat small bones. It slices through materials so quickly that folk rarely notice them cutting until the damage is done. There will just be a faint *snip* and then your netting is in tatters, or your clothes are missing pieces, or perhaps your found yourself with a brand new, unwanted, haircut.   Before we go more into that, we should mention that these claws are also used in hunting. Their cutting power is perfect for slicing through prey and chopping them up into manageable bites. Though their weapon is potent, it is often turned towards smaller creatures, like rodents, frogs, fish, lizards and other critters. Kamikiri are active at night, using their black coloration to blend into the darkness. They lurk in the shadows, then move in a flash when they find the perfect moment to attack. One quick snip of their claws and their prey is doomed. Smaller creatures are cut in half, while larger prey will have limbs severed to keep them from escaping or fighting back. Once their food is downed, they carve them up and enjoy. For aquatic prey, they tend to hang around the shores or find downed objects like logs or brush to stand on. They then remain still as a statue, with their large eyes focused on the water in front of them. When something tasty gets close, they lash out with their claws and fillet them. Their prize is seized in their beak-like mouth and they scurry back to solid land to feed. Those who wish to steal their meal or turn them into one should think twice, as they won't hesitate to turn their claws on them. They click and snap their mouths in agitation, and loudly grind their claws to show they mean business. When faced with larger foes, they will use their flexible abdomen as a kickstand, rising up on their back legs to add some height. Test them, and you will lose fingers or maybe the tip of your nose. They cut so fine that you probably won't even notice that they got you until you notice a chunk of you lying on the ground.   I mentioned that they don't just cut up prey, but also go after some random everyday objects. That is because Kamikiri are fond of both collecting things and nest building (more traits that get them confused with birds). Kamikiri build themselves nests in brush, burrows and even trees, used for resting, wooing mates and protecting their eggs. While other species may be fine with random twigs and grass, the Kamikiri like to decorate and get a nice look going. Bright colored fruits or pretty rocks may make an appearance, and several of them will squabble and fight over a shiny trinket. Those with a better, fancier nest will win over the ladies, and show that they would be a good father for their young. Even after securing a mate, their new partner will have their own decoration ideas and may make some changes, thus leading to two Kamikiri now seeking fresh materials. These eager home decorators once scoured the shores and underbrush for the perfect addition, but now they have better places to shop. The settling of the land and building of towns and trade opened up a whole new marketplace for this species, with a whole slew of new materials and pretty objects. People in colorful gowns and robes, homes filled with endless goodies, and a nonstop parade of fresh imports to change things up. This introduction of new fronts for this species has drastically changed them, as they now want the materials that only humans and such can provide. So now they scurry through the night to snip off pieces of textiles, mesh and cloth, vanishing into the night with their new prize. Obviously, this cause quite the fuss, as people don't like their property being carved up. Even worse that the Kamikiri have grown bold, going after stuff that is still on one's person. They will slice the legs off of pants, or trim the edges of kimonos while they are still being worn, moving so fast that they are gone before people even notice. A part of the reason why they have become so brave going after people, is that one of their most favorite materials can only be gained from man's own body: hair.
When it comes to nest building, there is nothing the Kamikiri love more than hair. It is a must-have to stuff around their eggs, used for cushioning and warming, but also as a deterrent. Hair in such amounts can actually be dangerous to other animals, who may get tangled or caught in this surprisingly tough material. For the hard-shelled, razor-clawed Kamikiri, it is not threat, as they can cut themselves free anytime. It is perfect for their nests, but it isn't an easy material to come by. To obtain this prized piece, they must cut it from a human, and they rarely like having their hair done by animals. So they use surprise and speed to lop off locks and buns, even leaping through the air to get a opening. They may cling to trees and dangle from the branches, or sneak in at night and trim the head of a sleeping fellow. These incidents cause quite a fright, especially if one catches them in the act. Freaking out while they are cutting is an easy way to get slashed up, especially if you choose fight over flight. These incidents are what make these creatures pests to most, and it turns out they aren't any better when they are young.   From the eggs of a Kamikiri comes their larval stage, one that has not developed the quadruped look yet. They posses the claws, but not the back legs, rather keeping with the many rows of crawling limbs. Once they hatch, they scurry their way to the nearest water source and dive in. Their young are more amphibious by nature, moving between water and land to avoid predators from both worlds. Due to their appearance and different lifestyle, they have gained a different name from their adult counterparts: Amikiri. Amikiri are larval Kamikiri, and they spend most their lives in shallows. They go after bugs, fish, amphibians, worms and mollusks, still using those sharp claws for offense and defense. Due to their amphibious nature, they tend to get caught up in the nets of fishermen. However, this catch can cut itself free, which leaves the fisherman's livelihood in ribbons. This makes Amikiri a menace to fisherman and other coastal folk, who often find their prized haul slipping through a newly made hole. So for the locals, there is no stage of the Kamikiri that they like.
Like I said, Kamikiri are regarded as pests and are pretty much unwanted by everyone. The only benefit some folk gain is their sharp claws, which make good shears and cutting edges. Outside of that, not much else to like for them (as they say, I think they are neat). However, some stories tell of people who train Kamikiri for stealing, using their stealth and speed to be the perfect robbers. One particular tale has our criminal turn out to be a wig maker, who uses the Kamikiri to steal hair for their newest product. Due to their nasty tendencies, folk are sure to keep their homes well secured and protected, so that a secret barber doesn't sneak in for a quick trim. It should be noted that while humans are targeted for their hair, the Kamikiri will go after anything that looks the part. Animal fur is on the list, and so is dryad foliage. Walk alone at night or fall asleep out in the open, and these critters will turn from barbers to gardeners in an instant! Do you want a pruning? Too bad! Snip snip! Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian -------------------------------------------------
Just did a fearsome critter, so why not throw in a yokai too?
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eggsdrawings · 2 years
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fun t-shirts!!
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ikigaizine · 1 year
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luffythinker · 7 months
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Huh, you think Kirishima would be the shy one about liking Kaminari i see it the opposite, Kaminari being the shy one. I feel like Kirishima being a buddy is what makes Kaminari fall in love hard like his completely normal -> Im going to be nice to you and be such a good friend to you is what makes Kaminari fall in love with him. Kaminari even though he is like the smoothest one in class A wont try any moves on Kirishima cause he feels like his whole friendship is at stake. I love reading those fics where characters are friends with someone and their thoughts are "No they're probably not even like that" i love reading i didn't know i was gay and i dont think they are gay either only to find out YO THEY LIKE and its not even about being gay they just like me cause i am me. Kaminari having a crisis cause he thought he was straight but the idea of a guy like Kirishima pushing him against the wall is heaven. i also think Denki fantasies about Kirishima biting his neck and would love hickeys from his homie Kirishima has caught him in a drooling stare before lol Kaminari wishes he sat next to Kirishima instead of in front of him but he loves to bend back in his chair and look at him from upside down that sounds cute omg.
I can rock with shy Denki too ngl!! it makes sense for him to be confident to flirt with anyone BUT the guy he actually likes. Agree that he falls for the nice guy, good friend thing Kirishima has going on because he is so genuine and so lovely <33 I ALSO LOVE THE IM NOT GAY, THEY'RE NOT GAY BUT WE COULD BE GAY FOR EACH OTHER THINGJSFJDF (all the power to bi/pansexuals out there, our characters are just dumb) lowkey feel like Kaminari just never questioned his sexuality, but once he starts to feel the feels his awakening would be like being hit by a brickkjfkjd idk if we can say this here but i hope it's okay, but yes Denki has a strength kink he just loves how strong Kirishima is, he could stare at him lifting weights all day tbh! this last scene looks so cute, I can see him bending backward just to look at Eijirou while flashing a big smile :(( they're just so cute, both are very sunshine to me
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lemony-7 · 10 months
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Kaminari: I love cheating. If you aren't cheating, what are you doing?
Kirishima: I don't think you should say stuff like that, bro. Being cheated on is a really bad thing.
Kaminari: I forgot some people are in relationships. For clarification's sake, I meant an exam and violating Aizawa-sensei's rules.
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zinkadear · 1 year
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My most recent (almost 2 years old) drawing of these two, and the only one I think is good enough to share here
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You know the audio which goes " you're so fucking boring , listen I'm gonna tell you the truth cause no one else will , anyone who says they're interested in you beyond just fucking you? Is full of shit" idk where it is from but this one particular audio and kiribaku.
Kribaku have been dating for a month now, and katsuki is the happiest he's ever been , he didn't think someone so good and manly like kirishima could love him! He had a crush on his best friend ( friend!) For so long. He's just so happy , life at ua is good . He finally has real friends ! And a boyfriend! He finally is not a waste of space
All of this illusion shatters when he sees kirishima making out with kaminari on the common room couch. He is frozen , he can't help but watch them kiss , exchange sweet nothings that katsuki thought was only meant for him. But most of all he is confused. Why ? Why would someone like kirishima do this to him ? Did he force kirishima? Was his mom right? After all no-one could love a monster like him.
" oh come on bakugo did you really think that we were dating? Don't tell me you thought we were serious"
"but you told me-"
" oh man don't tell me you believed it? It was a joke! A prank . No offense but I don't think anyone would be able to tolerate you let alone be in a relationship , yeah you're hot but that's about it . You were a good fuck tho"
Katsuki can't think, his head is spinning. All the sweet words , the promises everything . Of course only he was such a fool to believe someone could be genuinely interested in him beyond his aggressive behaviour and looks
He runs.
TBC ;)
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tataricastro · 1 year
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Só passando pra avisar que o Cap 4 saiu ;)
https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/por-que-tres-e-demais-24647740
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vannahfanfics · 2 years
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Ride or Die
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Word Count: 3010
Fluff, Romance, Established Relationship, Humor, Shenanigans, Dates
Summary: Denki and Eijirou's plans for a movie date are dashed when the tickets sell out. However, they then spot an out-of-place shopping cart, and Denki hatches another fun date idea...
And here’s my story for the Denki Reverse Bang! Unfortunately, my partner was not able to finish their art for the bang. But, we still wanted everyone to enjoy this fun and lighthearted fic! Boys will be boys...
“What? Sold out?” Denki pouted at the movie theater ticket attendant. 
“Yes, sorry,” the employee apologized with a sympathetic frown. “All of our showings for this film are booked out for the next three hours. If you would like, you can use the kiosk over there to buy tickets in advance for a later showing.” 
“Ah… No, that’s okay. Thanks anyway,” Denki sighed. The ticket attendant apologized once more with a bow of his head, then cheerfully greeted the next customer as Denki moved out of line to where his boyfriend was waiting. 
“All right! Movie time!” Eijirou grinned widely as he approached. Ugh, that shark-toothed smile was so sunny that Denki almost didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was not movie time at all. And he didn’t really need to; Eijirou knew him so well that it was easy for him to read the little pout on Denki’s lips. “What’s the matter?” he asked concertedly when Denki stopped in front of him, ticketless and with his thumbs hooked in his jeans pockets. 
“They’re sold out for the next three hours,” Denki explained with a small sigh. “Damn, I’d heard the movie was way more popular than they anticipated, but I didn’t think that it would be this bad!” he whined and looked over his shoulder to frown at the little computerized kiosk the attendant had pointed out. “We only have three hours left before we have to be back at campus. If they’re sold out here, they’ll probably be sold out everywhere. Looks like we’re out of luck.” 
“Ah, that’s okay,” Eijirou shrugged with a good-natured smile. Just like Eijirou knew Denki better than anyone, Denki knew Eijirou just as well—well enough to see the crinkles at the edge of his frown and the muted sparkle in his crimson eyes. 
“But you were really looking forward to it,” Denki sulked. “We planned all week for this…” 
“Hey, hey,” Eijirou tutted reassuringly and walked up to him. Denki’s pout deepened, but he obediently flopped against Eijirou’s broad chest when he held out his big arms for a hug. Eijirou wrapped his arms loosely around Denki and beamed down at him as he perched his chin against his sternum to continue pouting. “It’s fine!” Eijirou insisted, then leaned down to kiss him lightly on the tip of his nose. “Sure, I was looking forward to the movie. But you know what I was most looking forward to?” 
“What?” Denki asked—as if he didn’t know the answer to that question. 
“Being with you!” Eijirou answered matter-of-factly. Denki always thought it would be impossible for Eijirou’s smile to get brighter, but he always proved him wrong. And Denki always thought that it would be impossible for himself to just melt after they’d been dating for so long, but he always proved him wrong. He literally melted, plastered a big dopey smile onto his flushing face and turned into a pile of goop in Eijirou’s arms right there in front of the movie theater. 
That didn’t change the fact that they still had three whole hours to kill before their curfew, but nothing to occupy the time. Denki didn’t exactly do well with boredom, and so the idea of just listlessly meandering around searching for something to occupy themselves was pretty daunting. Eijirou, on the other hand, was completely unfazed by the sudden wrench in their plans; he was all smiles as he took Denki by the hand and started walking, hopping off the curb and strolling confidently into the parking lot. Denki doubted that the vast array of parking spots and cars held the answer to their predicament, but he followed Eijirou into the sea of vehicles nonetheless. 
Of course, Eijirou was probably just moseying toward the sidewalk at the far end of the lot, intending to wander back into town in search of another fun activity to do. They actually never made it that far. As it turned out, the parking lot did hold the answer to their problem. 
In the middle of the lot, Denki suddenly stopped walking, looking quizzically at an empty parking spot. Except, it was simply carless, not empty; the reason that no one had parked in it was that it was currently occupied by something that didn’t belong there. 
“Is that a… shopping cart?” 
“That’s weird,” Eijirou frowned, letting Denki’s hand go to walk up to it. There was nothing inherently threatening about a shopping cart, but it was strangely ominous, the presence of it in the middle of a movie theater parking lot and so far away from any identifiable shopping center. Thus, Denki felt apprehension pulse through him as Eijirou grabbed onto the handle of the buggy to turn it left and right a little. One of the wheels squeaked and rolled erratically on the axle, as if protesting being disturbed. “Wonder how this got here.” 
“Well, there is a grocery store over there,” Denki said, pointing to the far right corner of the parking lot. “The parking lots are connected, so maybe the wind blew it over here?” As plausible an explanation as could be, but still a remarkable feat nonetheless, considering the distance that the shopping cart would have had to roll. 
“Yeah,” Eijirou said, still idly pushing the cart back and forth. The wheel angrily announced its dissent with repeated squeak-squeak-squeaks, not that Eijirou paid any mind. He suddenly tossed his head to squint at the faraway grocery store. “I guess we should take it over there. I’d hate for someone’s car to get dinged with it rolling all over the place.” 
“Not that we have anything better to do anyway,” Denki shrugged and walked over. “Why not be good Samaritans?” However, as soon as he said it, an idea hatched in his mind. They had way more time than a simple ten-minute jaunt to the store would kill. Why not have a bit of fun? 
Eijirou raised an eyebrow at Denki when he grinned devilishly and, without any further ado, clambered into the shopping cart. He plopped down in it, long legs hanging out of the end and hands gripping the metal sides. When Denki tipped back his head to beam at his boyfriend, he found Eijirou looking puzzledly down at him. 
“Whatcha doin’?” 
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Denki scoffed back. “I just figured out a way to spend the next three hours!” 
When Eijirou narrowed his eyes in bewilderment, Denki pointed in the direction of the grocery store. Eijirou followed the line of his index finger, which led beyond the small rectangular building to the residential district beyond. The neighborhood was one they knew well; it was built atop a series of rolling hills, a place where their class often went to skateboard or roller skate since it was closer to the dorms than the local skatepark. Denki’s grin widened when realization dawned on Eijirou’s face. The redhead wrenched the buggy around to start speed-walking towards the houses, and Denki hunkered down in the cart, anticipation building inside of him with each long stride Eijirou took. 
When Eijirou finally stopped the buggy at the crest of the first—and highest—hill, Denki was almost ready to burst with excitement. 
“You look like you’re about to explode,” Eijirou laughed, leaning down to smirk in Denki’s face. “Are you sure this is how you wanna spend our date time? Just running up and down the sidewalk in a shopping cart?”
“Hell yeah, dude! This is gonna be awesome!” Denki cried back. He wiggled around in the buggy with impatience, feet striking the end of the cart. Now that he was here, giddy nostalgia was bubbling up inside of him. “My old man used to do this with me all the time. While my mom was in the department stores, we’d stay out in the parking lot. He’d zip me around all over the place for hours! ‘Course, I’d always insist on trying to push him when he had to take a break, but that didn’t work out so well.”
“Yeah?” Eijirou smiled. He was leaning against the handle of the buggy, cheek propped in his hand as he dreamily listened to Denki ramble. Denki found himself doing that a lot, and he was grateful that Eijirou found it endearing rather than annoying. 
“Yeah, except this one time, we were in a sloped lot. I pushed him real hard and zoom! Down he went, all the way to the end of the lot where the buggy crashed into a bush.” 
“Oh jeez,” Eijirou snickered. 
“Yeah,” Denki smiled sheepishly. “I’m still waiting for the karma on that, so try not to let go, okay? I don’t need to end up in somebody’s hedge or flowerbed.” 
“Definitely not,” Eijirou agreed with a chuckle. He straightened up, gripping the handle of the shopping cart tight in his large hands. “I won’t let go. If anything, we’ll just crash together.” 
“Wow, I have the best boyfriend ever.” 
“What’s that saying? Ride or die?” Eijirou winked. And then they were off, Eijirou suddenly taking off into a sprint. Denki released a surprised oof! as the force of the takeoff sent him flopping back against the front of the cart. The wind began to rush around him, tousling his blond hair and fluttering his loose tee-shirt. He could hear the puffs of Eijirou’s breath and the strikes of his shoes against the pavement as he hurtled across the sidewalk, rapidly approaching the downslope. Right before they hit it, Eijirou jumped up, planting his feet onto the bottom rack of the buggy and leaning forward to let gravity carry them the rest of the way. 
“Wheeeeeee!” Denki howled with glee and threw his hands in the air as they raced over the edge. The cart actually left the air for a second or two, and his belly-flopped at the weightless feeling. Gravity rapidly took hold of them, and almost immediately as soon as they were coasting the air, they were striking the sidewalk with a jarring, rattling whoomp! Eijirou whooped excitedly over Denki’s head as they careened down the slope, fist pumping in the air. 
When they hit the edge of the valley, Eijirou hit the ground running, trying to maintain as much speed as possible for the ascent. 
“Charrrrrrrrge!” Denki yowled in encouragement, pointing forward. Like a speeding ship cleaving through waves, the wind was at their backs, spurring them faster and faster. Despite its hurrying, however, it seemed that karma had finally caught up with Denki, sinking its teeth into him halfway down the final hill. 
“W-wah, Denki?” Eijirou suddenly cried in alarm. Denki opened his mouth to ask what was the matter, but he immediately got an answer. The shopping cart juddered and began to zig-zag down the hill, its errant wheel spinning wildly out of control. “I can’t steer it, man!” Eijirou wailed in dismay. Despite the sharp tugs of his hands on the handle, the cart refused to yield to his strength, veering left and right in jerky, uncoordinated movements. The bottom of the hill rapidly approached, where the neighborhood ended in a hedge-lined playground. 
“Oh, shit! Brace for impact!” Denki cried, pulling his legs into the safety of the buggy and clamping down hard on the shopping cart. He expected Eijirou to let go as soon as they hit level ground and try to slow his run before crashing into the hedges, but Eijirou was nothing if not a keeper of his promises. He stayed with the cart, just crouching down to use its metal body as a shield, as it jumped over the curb and crashed into the painstakingly-pruned rectangular bush. 
“Wuhwuhwuhwuhwuhwuhwuh—” Denki’s teeth rattled in his skull as the cart juddered over tangled branches and knotted roots, making his scream garbled. However, the crooked wheel lodged on a particularly large root protruding from the ground, bring the cart to a sudden stop; because it was the front wheel, the momentum of Eijirou and Denki’s bodies carried through the buggy and caused it to flip. Denki screamed as he went shooting forward, rolling head-over-heels out of the hedge and onto the playground’s grassy lawn. His wail was nearly drowned out by Eijirou’s screech as he flipped over the shopping cart and went sailing, crashing through the leaves and landing with a loud floomp a foot or so away from Denki. 
“Eiji! You okay?” Denki cried, trying to ignore the world spinning around him as he crawled on his hands and knees to where his boyfriend lay on his side. He was strangely still, and Denki’s stomach lurched with the scary possibility that Eijirou may have been knocked unconscious. He sat up on his knees with a gulp, then grab Eijirou’s large arm to roll him onto his back. “Eiji…?” he breathed, breath lodged in his throat. 
Eijirou flopped lifelessly into the grass. The air squeezed out of Denki’s lungs and forced its way out around the lump in his throat, coming out as a strangled gasp. Panic burst inside of him in an instant. What should he do? What should he do? His hands flew into his hair as he just sat over Eijirou, eyes wide and sweat blossoming on his forehead. “Eiji? Eiji?” he squeaked in distress. “Oh God, oh God, I gotta get help, I need to—” 
Suddenly, Eijirou burst into laughter. It scared the bejeezus out of Denki, tearing a high-pitched scream from his throat. When he realized that Eijirou had been playing at being unconscious, Denki gasped in affront and slapped his chest. His stupid big pectoral muscle absorbed the blow; it jiggled at the impact, just serving to make Denki even angrier. 
“You jerk! I was worried!” Denki whined, turning his back and crossing his arms with an angry huff. Eijirou was cracking up too much to even begin to try and apologize, which only fueled Denki’s ire. Deep down, he knew it was hella funny, and he probably would have done the same thing. But the adrenaline still swirling in his body heightened the hurt instead, making him a little irrational. He’d been really afraid.
Just as embarrassed and frustrated tears prickled at the corners of Denki’s eyes, Eijirou sat up, wrapping his thick arms around Denki’s waist. 
“Aw, I’m sorry,” he crooned, batting his eyes as he propped his chin on Denki’s shoulder. 
Denki sniffed in disdain, refusing to look at him. He’d melt immediately if he did, and he wanted to try and be mad a little longer. He never really got the chance to be made at Eijirou. He kinda wanted to see what it was all about, a couple fight. 
“Babe,” Eijirou pushed, his crimson eyes boring into the side of Denki’s face as he nudged at Denki’s jaw with his nose. “Denks, I’m okay, really. I’m not hurt at all.” 
“Yeah, ‘cuz your hard-ass head absorbed the impact!” Denki snapped, but there was no bite in his voice. Try as he might, he couldn’t really be mad. Not when he definitely would have pulled a stunt like that if their positions had been reversed, and especially not with his handsome boyfriend giving him that soft smile and dreamy gaze. With a defeated sigh, Denki sunk into Eijirou’s embrace to just pout, “I can’t believe I fell for that…” 
Honestly! He should have known. Eijirou was as solid as a brick wall. There was no way a little tumble in a shopping cart was gonna hurt him. If anything, he probably hurt the ground. Sure enough, when Denki cracked an eye open to peer at the spot where Eijirou had lain, there was a dent in the soft earth from where his shoulder had dug into the soil. 
“Sorry,” Eijirou apologized again, emphasizing it was a firm squeeze of Denki’s waist. “I just couldn’t help it.”
“I know,” Denki sighed in relent. When he shifted in Eijirou’s grip to look at him, it was with a smile on his face. “Props. That was a good one.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah. You know, if heroing doesn’t work out for ya, have you considered the acting business?” 
Eijirou snorted with laughter. With the last of the adrenaline fading from Denki’s body, he felt his tense muscles unwind, and he melted further into Eijirou’s sturdy frame. Eijirou began roving his hands over Denki’s body, silently checking for any injuries that Denki hadn’t noticed yet. The gentle pokes and prods, and the sentiment behind them, made Denki’s heart swell in his chest. As he reclined further against Eijirou’s chest with a relaxed sigh, he glanced at the hedge, where the overturned shopping cart jutted out from the broken branches and torn leaves like a wrecked ship, its wheels still spinning.
“Why didn’t you let go?” 
“Hmm?” Eijirou asked, stopping his ministrations to look quizzically at him. 
“The shopping cart,” Denki said, turning back to frown at him. “You could’ve let go.” 
“Yeah,” Eijirou hummed, “but I told you, didn’t I? We’d crash together.” 
“Ride or die,” Denki snorted with a shake of his head. It was ridiculous, but the kind of ridiculous that made Denki fall a little more in love with Eijirou than before. So he didn’t scold him, but instead just leaned in to press a little kiss to the corner of Eijirou’s mouth. Denki felt his lips curl into a smile beneath his. But they wouldn’t let Denki retreat; soon they were enveloping his, trapping him in a series of kisses of rapidly rising passion. They just sat there, sitting in the grass and holding one another and kissing one another even long after the wheels had come to a stop on the cart. 
And suddenly, Denki was very glad that they hadn’t gone to the movies after all. This was a much better way to spend their time—far away from the rest of the world, indulging in nothing but one another and just spiriting away the minutes. 
Although… There was still the matter of returning that shopping cart, wasn’t there? And it would take far too long to just walk… 
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eijirou drew that with a highlighter and a jumbo sharpie
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