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[todorosky]

I think it’s bc the larger a fandom is, the more crazy people happen to be part of it

The loud minority, ya know? You don’t hear news about 19 average joes crossing the street normally, you hear about the one guy who ran through traffic like an asshole. It’s not that we’re the most toxic percentage-wise, it’s just that the crazy 1% in EVERY fandom is “larger” because were a bigger fandom

Yeah, i was thinking about that. There’s so many big fandoms that inevitably will have people being nasty, or gatekipping the shipping. And some other that go to the extremes... What for me in my own opinion is ridiculous is when people say like “I don’t like the anime bc the fandom.” You can easily ignore or block the nasty people. Maybe you won’t get the whole experience of being part of the community but if you like the content of the series, i dont understand why would you stop.

[todorosky]

On tik tok there's been people who lately ran someone off the app for simply making a cringy sound. Also someone uh smeared their used tampon on a poster. Then just the whole aging up debate

H O L L Y M O L L Y  I didn’t expect this. :/  I mean, if they ran someone from the app then i understand why people are coming from the fandom. And also that other thing. Sometimes edgy humor crosses de line.

[todorosky]

Different groups of ppl say different fandoms are the most toxic, just one of the facts of life at this point.

I was thinking about this the other day. Since is very popular, the fandom is big and it’s cool to hate the popular thing and critique whoever likes it.

[todorosky]

Well Many say it's so Toxic cuz of the Ships.And saying you can't Shop this Person ect ect.

I dunno other reasons

So people gatekipping the ships? I wouldn’t be surprised but i think that has happened in 98% of the fandoms.

[todorosky]

Can someone please explain to me why in other platforms the BNHA fandom is being called the most toxic? I'm on Twitter and Titktok a lot, but i have never seen something that makes me say the fandom is horrible.

What am i missing?

[todorosky]

hi 🥺 for your 5k celebration, can i request heather (by conan gray) & kaminari? oh! and the can the pronoun be she/her? thank you! i love your work 🥺💗

What is this? Me coming back with yet another soft unrequited love angst story??? Yeah, I do !!! Thanks for the patience and I hope you like it!!!! It felt good to come back with a Kaminari angsty fic! I think it’s the first time. I adore this song so thank you so much for requesting it! - Admin Bunny ------

“Heather” - Conan Grey

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater You said it looked better on me than it did you Only if you knew how much I liked you But I watch your eyes as she walks by

The snow fell down gently to the ground. It was the third time they had gotten a snowfall in the week. The sky was painted in deep shades of orange with the sunset happening at their backs. They were rushing through the snow, their giggles getting lost in the icy breeze.

Kaminari and _____ had decided to leave the dorms and try to enjoy a regular Saturday. They weren’t counting on more snow would be falling as they munched on their pizza.

_____ peeked at Kaminari without him noticing. She was imprinting the scene in her memories. His cheeks and nose were pink, and his smile was big and sincere. It was beautiful sight to behold, and she knew right there and then, she would cherish that moment in life forever. She could simply feel it would be like that. Kaminari had lent her his sweater, and the scent of his lotion was all around her, making the experience much more immersive.

They entered the dorms and changed their boots for slippers. _____ took off her coat, and was ready to take off Kaminari’s sweater. Back at the pizzeria she had lamented not layering up properly for the weather. In a second, Kaminari was taking off his sweater, revealing the dark red flannel he was wearing underneath.

“No, Denki, it’s okay,” _____ had said in response.

“My jacket is very thick. I’ll be okay with it. Come one.” He extended the sweater to her, and with a faint dust of pink across her face, _____ accepted it. She slipped inside. It fit her comfortably, the sleeves just a bit longer for her size. She carefully rolled them all the way to her wrists. “I think it even looks better on you than me,” he casually said, showing a friendly grin. _____ was surprised her face was not burning, because her heart was certainly walloping around.

She tried to fold it as neatly as possible on her arm, ready to give it back to Denki, but then he spoke, and the name that came out of his mouth launched her out of the fantasy she had been living through that day.

“Jirou!”

The named one wasn’t wearing anything special. She was wearing the same style as always, yet her presence made ______ feel utterly tiny. The problem wasn’t Jirou… it was the way Denki looked at her. She smiled affably at them, glad to see two of her friends. ______ felt bad. She liked Jirou, but hated she was right there at that time.

“Where did you guys go?” Jirou asked.

“We went to have some pizza. I thought you were gone to see your parents. We would’ve invited you,” Denki quickly replied. _____’s heart sunk like a heavy boulder down the sea. She had been ecstatic when he had suggested the two of them should go out for lunch. For a minute, she had believed he wanted to spend time alone with her, but it made more sense to think it was because Jirou wasn’t available. Was he really at fault? They had been close friends for almost a year. She had misinterpreted his friendliness for something more, when she was well aware he had feelings for someone else. He had never said it, but it was painfully obvious.

“That was the plan, but something came up with an event they’re doing and I’m meeting them tomorrow instead.”

“Ah, so you’re free right now? We should all watch a movie or something!” Denki proposed. Jirou’s face lighted up.

“Yeah, a movie sounds good.”

_____ had turned invisible. She was also there but the pair seemed to be suddenly oblivious of her existence. She held back her tears. What an aweful way to finish what had been such a wonderful day. Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester But you like her better Wish I were Heather After that infamous day, _____ had started to let go of her feelings for Kaminari. She had understood she was fighting a battle she wasn’t going to win. His heart was taken by someone else, and she couldn’t change that. She hoped her feeling for Denki would die with time, however once Kaminari and Jirou got together, it wasn’t any better. It had taken a whole year for Kaminari and Jirou to finally get together—longer than anyone had expected them to—and _____ hadn’t been able to prevent the pinch of pain in the back of her throat. 

She had been one of the first to know. She was close to both of them, so why wouldn’t she know as soon as it happened? Despite her own feelings, _____ had never pushed any of the two away. She had accepted the facts silently and with honor. She smiled at them and jumped to hug them.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” _____ claimed. Her act had been flawless. Her factions never failed her. Part of her was happy for them. She would never have ill intentions towards her friends. But there another part of her which was envious and bitter. As their class celebrated the small Christmas party they were throwing, she glanced occasionally at the couple. Denki had his hand tightly around Jirou’s, and there was a slight blush on her face the time. _____ kept her distance, wishing she could be Jirou. It wasn’t healthy.

_____ guessed she could step back and withdraw to her room without anyone notice it. A year ago, Denki and her had been hoping in the snow, and she had been wearing his sweater. Now, funny enough, Jirou was wearing the same sweater as if it was her own. She even had rolled up the sleeves just like she had done back at the pizzeria. It was like a cosmical punishment. For what? She didn’t know what she could’ve done to deserve it, but it was way too coincidental.

She ended up leaving the party early with her gift from her secret Santa between her hands. It had been from Mina. It was a pair of fluffy socks simulating a monster’s fur, and on the tip, a couple of embroidered giving the final touch to make the socks look like an actual creature. It had been the highlight of her night.

Denki and Jirou hadn’t even approached her the whole night, and she would’ve felt like a hypocrite if she did. Was that how the friendship ended? One of the two fell for the other, but the other fell for someone else and then everything vanished? Because if felt like the end of the road.

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder But how could I hate her, she's such an angel But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she walks by

Spring arrived, and so it did the end of their second year. _____ couldn’t say her feelings changed like the season. The winter break had helped her realized something quite important. She would always have feelings for Kaminari Denki, she liked it or not. She had felt a connection from the moment they met. It had been too easy to fell for him, and too easy to overlook his flaws. It wasn’t the same fervent love she had felt on that December evening a year ago, but the emotions lingered in her.

“_____!” Kaminari shouted. She stopped and turned, greeting him with a warm smile. She wasn’t going to battle her feelings for ever. She had surrender and accepted he was one of those persons her heart wouldn’t forget. He would be there forever as a token of a soulmate never meant to be anything else.

“Hey! Congrats on passing the year,” _____ jested. He chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. While he had grown to be a better hero, he hadn’t improved much as a student and his grades reflected this fact.

“Congrats for you, too, thou. You were on the top ten of the class.”

“Thank you. I did make a big effort this year.”

“I saw! You got so much better, _____.”

“You think?” she inquired shyly. Even then, the idea of Denki putting extra attention on her was enough to stir her insides.

“One hundred percent. You make me want to step up my game. I can’t let you leave me behind.”

“I would never. I’m sure next year will be your year.”

He beamed with determination. “It will! You’ll see.” He looked behind his shoulder, and _____ noticed his whole demeanor changing. It became more tender. She didn’t need to look, too, to know what he was seeing. “I gotta go. I’m having lunch with Jirou and her parents.”

“Oh, go ahead. Don’t leave them waiting.”

“Yeah, see you around, _____!” he waved at her and ran to Jirou. _____ sighed at the sight of Kaminari throwing his arm around Jirou and bringing her close to him—so close her body could melt with his. She was sure they were the happiest couple in the whole school.

_____ didn’t imagine that was her anymore. She just hoped one day she could experiment what they had. She would wait for her turn to love and be loved in return, and not just be a shadow of all the could’ve-been’s.

What a sight for sore eyes Brighter than the blue sky She's got you mesmerized while I die

Why would you ever…

------ Thanks for the request!!!!

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #Reblog cause timezones

[todorosky]

hi 🥺 for your 5k celebration, can i request heather (by conan gray) & kaminari? oh! and the can the pronoun be she/her? thank you! i love your work 🥺💗

What is this? Me coming back with yet another soft unrequited love angst story??? Yeah, I do !!! Thanks for the patience and I hope you like it!!!! It felt good to come back with a Kaminari angsty fic! I think it’s the first time. I adore this song so thank you so much for requesting it! - Admin Bunny ------

“Heather” - Conan Grey

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater You said it looked better on me than it did you Only if you knew how much I liked you But I watch your eyes as she walks by

The snow fell down gently to the ground. It was the third time they had gotten a snowfall in the week. The sky was painted in deep shades of orange with the sunset happening at their backs. They were rushing through the snow, their giggles getting lost in the icy breeze.

Kaminari and _____ had decided to leave the dorms and try to enjoy a regular Saturday. They weren’t counting on more snow would be falling as they munched on their pizza.

_____ peeked at Kaminari without him noticing. She was imprinting the scene in her memories. His cheeks and nose were pink, and his smile was big and sincere. It was beautiful sight to behold, and she knew right there and then, she would cherish that moment in life forever. She could simply feel it would be like that. Kaminari had lent her his sweater, and the scent of his lotion was all around her, making the experience much more immersive.

They entered the dorms and changed their boots for slippers. _____ took off her coat, and was ready to take off Kaminari’s sweater. Back at the pizzeria she had lamented not layering up properly for the weather. In a second, Kaminari was taking off his sweater, revealing the dark red flannel he was wearing underneath.

“No, Denki, it’s okay,” _____ had said in response.

“My jacket is very thick. I’ll be okay with it. Come one.” He extended the sweater to her, and with a faint dust of pink across her face, _____ accepted it. She slipped inside. It fit her comfortably, the sleeves just a bit longer for her size. She carefully rolled them all the way to her wrists. “I think it even looks better on you than me,” he casually said, showing a friendly grin. _____ was surprised her face was not burning, because her heart was certainly walloping around.

She tried to fold it as neatly as possible on her arm, ready to give it back to Denki, but then he spoke, and the name that came out of his mouth launched her out of the fantasy she had been living through that day.

“Jirou!”

The named one wasn’t wearing anything special. She was wearing the same style as always, yet her presence made ______ feel utterly tiny. The problem wasn’t Jirou… it was the way Denki looked at her. She smiled affably at them, glad to see two of her friends. ______ felt bad. She liked Jirou, but hated she was right there at that time.

“Where did you guys go?” Jirou asked.

“We went to have some pizza. I thought you were gone to see your parents. We would’ve invited you,” Denki quickly replied. _____’s heart sunk like a heavy boulder down the sea. She had been ecstatic when he had suggested the two of them should go out for lunch. For a minute, she had believed he wanted to spend time alone with her, but it made more sense to think it was because Jirou wasn’t available. Was he really at fault? They had been close friends for almost a year. She had misinterpreted his friendliness for something more, when she was well aware he had feelings for someone else. He had never said it, but it was painfully obvious.

“That was the plan, but something came up with an event they’re doing and I’m meeting them tomorrow instead.”

“Ah, so you’re free right now? We should all watch a movie or something!” Denki proposed. Jirou’s face lighted up.

“Yeah, a movie sounds good.”

_____ had turned invisible. She was also there but the pair seemed to be suddenly oblivious of her existence. She held back her tears. What an aweful way to finish what had been such a wonderful day. Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester But you like her better Wish I were Heather After that infamous day, _____ had started to let go of her feelings for Kaminari. She had understood she was fighting a battle she wasn’t going to win. His heart was taken by someone else, and she couldn’t change that. She hoped her feeling for Denki would die with time, however once Kaminari and Jirou got together, it wasn’t any better. It had taken a whole year for Kaminari and Jirou to finally get together—longer than anyone had expected them to—and _____ hadn’t been able to prevent the pinch of pain in the back of her throat. 

She had been one of the first to know. She was close to both of them, so why wouldn’t she know as soon as it happened? Despite her own feelings, _____ had never pushed any of the two away. She had accepted the facts silently and with honor. She smiled at them and jumped to hug them.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” _____ claimed. Her act had been flawless. Her factions never failed her. Part of her was happy for them. She would never have ill intentions towards her friends. But there another part of her which was envious and bitter. As their class celebrated the small Christmas party they were throwing, she glanced occasionally at the couple. Denki had his hand tightly around Jirou’s, and there was a slight blush on her face the time. _____ kept her distance, wishing she could be Jirou. It wasn’t healthy.

_____ guessed she could step back and withdraw to her room without anyone notice it. A year ago, Denki and her had been hoping in the snow, and she had been wearing his sweater. Now, funny enough, Jirou was wearing the same sweater as if it was her own. She even had rolled up the sleeves just like she had done back at the pizzeria. It was like a cosmical punishment. For what? She didn’t know what she could’ve done to deserve it, but it was way too coincidental.

She ended up leaving the party early with her gift from her secret Santa between her hands. It had been from Mina. It was a pair of fluffy socks simulating a monster’s fur, and on the tip, a couple of embroidered giving the final touch to make the socks look like an actual creature. It had been the highlight of her night.

Denki and Jirou hadn’t even approached her the whole night, and she would’ve felt like a hypocrite if she did. Was that how the friendship ended? One of the two fell for the other, but the other fell for someone else and then everything vanished? Because if felt like the end of the road.

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder But how could I hate her, she's such an angel But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she walks by

Spring arrived, and so it did the end of their second year. _____ couldn’t say her feelings changed like the season. The winter break had helped her realized something quite important. She would always have feelings for Kaminari Denki, she liked it or not. She had felt a connection from the moment they met. It had been too easy to fell for him, and too easy to overlook his flaws. It wasn’t the same fervent love she had felt on that December evening a year ago, but the emotions lingered in her.

“_____!” Kaminari shouted. She stopped and turned, greeting him with a warm smile. She wasn’t going to battle her feelings for ever. She had surrender and accepted he was one of those persons her heart wouldn’t forget. He would be there forever as a token of a soulmate never meant to be anything else.

“Hey! Congrats on passing the year,” _____ jested. He chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. While he had grown to be a better hero, he hadn’t improved much as a student and his grades reflected this fact.

“Congrats for you, too, thou. You were on the top ten of the class.”

“Thank you. I did make a big effort this year.”

“I saw! You got so much better, _____.”

“You think?” she inquired shyly. Even then, the idea of Denki putting extra attention on her was enough to stir her insides.

“One hundred percent. You make me want to step up my game. I can’t let you leave me behind.”

“I would never. I’m sure next year will be your year.”

He beamed with determination. “It will! You’ll see.” He looked behind his shoulder, and _____ noticed his whole demeanor changing. It became more tender. She didn’t need to look, too, to know what he was seeing. “I gotta go. I’m having lunch with Jirou and her parents.”

“Oh, go ahead. Don’t leave them waiting.”

“Yeah, see you around, _____!” he waved at her and ran to Jirou. _____ sighed at the sight of Kaminari throwing his arm around Jirou and bringing her close to him—so close her body could melt with his. She was sure they were the happiest couple in the whole school.

_____ didn’t imagine that was her anymore. She just hoped one day she could experiment what they had. She would wait for her turn to love and be loved in return, and not just be a shadow of all the could’ve-been’s.

What a sight for sore eyes Brighter than the blue sky She's got you mesmerized while I die

Why would you ever…

------ Thanks for the request!!!!

#denki kaminari #kaminari x reader #kaminari x you #denki x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha x fem #boku no hero academia #bnha imagines #bnha imagine #mha #mha x reader #mha x you #my hero acadmia #mha imagines #mha imagine

[todorosky]

This is completely random but I wanted to say that it's raining where I live, and I'm re-reading all your posts to feel less lonely :)

Sorry for being so late answering this!!! I’m so happy to know my posts helped you to feel less lonely <3, that’s genuinely the best compliment!!!! Thank you so much for being so sweet <3 Hope you’re having a good week!! 

[todorosky]

HIHI bunny bit late to the feel good party it seems but I wanted to send love and well wishes! despite the pain this year has brought, i’m glad to hear you’ve been taking care of yourself this month and that things are looking up for you! here’s to an unimaginably better 2021!! cheers!!

And I am suuuper late for this!! Tumblr never showed me i had new inbox messages ): !!! I hope that you’re taking care of yourself, too, and thank you so much for taking the time to send me this cute message. I appreciate it so so much!! Happy 2021!!! 

[todorosky]

Bakugo is king of aftercare.

*send tweet*

#yes

[todorosky]

It has been brought to my attention that again, this time on YouTube, people are using my material without even asking me. 

So I guess i need to say it again: I DON’T GIVE PERMISION FOR YOU TO RESPOT, OR MAKE VIDEOS WITH MY MATERIAL ON ANY PLATFORM WITHOUT MY PERMISION. YOU CAN MESSAGE ME AND I’LL DECIDE DEPENDING ON THE REQUEST. MY WORK IS MY OWN ORIGINAL CREATION. WORK I PUT HOURS INTO AND MY WRITING IS SOMETHING I’VE BEEN WORKING FOR YEARS. YOU CANNOT TAKE IT AND DO AS YOU PLEASE.

Thank you for your attention. 

[todorosky]

i loved the strawberry blond fic!! will bakugou and the reader ever end up together 🥺

thank you so much!! I’m happy you liked it <3 <3 Maybe, maybe not... it depends if Bakugou ever makes a move on time, or they stay as platonic lovers forever.

[todorosky]

why are you worried because the story telling?

oh well, bc i remember in the final arc of Naruto, Kishimoto had made Madara so powerful he couldn’t get out of it, and instead made whole Kaguya thing happen. I want to believe that Horikoshi isn’t cornering himself the same way by doing AFO and Shigaraki too strong & he has to pull something like that to get rid of one of them. I mean... Shigaraki can always become an anti-hero and not so much of a villain... and go agasint AFO... and then Shigaraki would be the one who saved everyone... and that would be such a huuuuge plot twist lmao. but i’m delusional at this point. i just need this arc to finish.

#spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #bnha 297 #bnha297 #297 #mha spoiler #bnha spoiler

[todorosky]

I hope I’m not to late but fem!reader+Bakugo+Strawberry Blonde by Mitski? I love Mitski and this song is so sweet, I feel either Bakugo or the reader would become a better person because of each other! I might be too late but thank you if you do it!

Oh my... after i read the lyrics, i got a different interpretation for this song with the scenario... so i hope you like it!!! However, i’m keeping the idea of Bakugou being a better person cause his s/o and write something else!! Thanks sooo much for requesting him!

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Strawberry Blond - Mitski.

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader.

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Being a hero was an unpredictable job. You could never know what your daily life would bring. One day it was simple. Either nothing happened at all, or a couple minor criminals trying to use their quirks to rob a store. Yet, there were days when havoc was unleashed, and the whole agency had to focus all their efforts in the same incident.

______ was well aware of the risks the profession carried, and she was up for the job. It was her dream to stand alongside the biggest heroes and be recognized as one. If anything, it was the slow days which she hated the most. She wanted the adrenaline to buzz through her veins. She wanted to go all out and show what she was capable of. Being accepted in a big hero agency had been the first big step in her career. They were opening the doors for her. They had chosen her among many candidates. She was doing things correctly and her efforts were paying off. She was ecstatic.

However, there was something she hadn’t been ready for: Bakugou Katsuki.

He had come off strong and aggressive, not caring at first who she was. In the exterior, she had come off as careless of his attitude. She had just cocked her eyebrow at him, don’t understanding what had she done for him to practically grunt at her. On the inside, the tiniest part in her was pissed off at his rudeness. She had been hoping to make a good team with the other interns. She shrugged it off quickly. The rest of her team was pleasant and cordial, and she found herself having a laugh with them pretty soon.

It was until their first training together that she felt a spark between them. His level of conviction met hers, as well as his intellectual lucidity and quick reactions. Their session became so intense, the rest of the interns had stood around the arena, watching them. They were too focused on each other to mind the show they were putting for others unintentionally. An alarm went off and it took them a couple seconds to process it was their sign to stop. Their round was done. Their time had run out and neither of them had won. It was a tie.

They stared at eachother. Their eyes were locked in an intense glare as their chests went up and down in heavy pants.

Bakugou’s frown intensified, and he showed his fangs. “Next time I’m taking you down,” he screamed from across the place, before abandoning the arena with heavy steps, leaving _____ behind. Her heart was beating deeply in its place. For everyone, it had sounded like Bakugou had threatened her. But for _____, it had sounded like a challenge she was willing to take. She wouldn’t let him bring her down, and she couldn’t wait for the next time.

From that moment on, Bakugou’s attitude towards her changed. He was still angry and rude to an extent, but she picked something new in his eyes. He was putting attention to her. He wasn’t dismissive to her ideas or plans anymore. Whenever she was on the battleground, he had his gaze set on her. He would rile her up, daring to challenger her, asking with his cocky grin ‘Is that all you’ve got?’ And she gladly showed him she would always have something new under her sleeve.

It became exhilarating for _____ to have gain his respect. She never wanted those pair of red eyes to leave her… and later that month it dawned on her. She had accidentally fell for Bakugou Katsuki. Love was unexpected, but falling for someone the way she had fallen for him, was beyond ridiculous.

I love everybody

Because I love you

When you stood up

Walked away, barefoot

And the grass where you lay

Left a bed in your shape

I looked over it

And I ached

Six months into her internship _____ understood she was doomed. Her friendship with Bakugou had grown like she never imagined. She knew for a fact she had become one of the few close friends he had, which meant the time they spent together increased. And it hurt. It hurt to get to know him so well, because she was aware of his dislike for relationships. For Bakugou his legacy as a hero was everything, and there was no space for love. _____ saw it in those intense eyes she was so fond of. He looked at her like her friend, and nothing more.

The knot in her chest was becoming impossible to ignore, and it got worse whenever they trained together. She felt the heat of his explosions, going off close to her, bringing the heat to her already warm skin. She blocked his punch as a drop of sweat went down her temple. She squinted her eyes, getting a perfect view of his confident expression. She felt in her chest the fireworks, and then it was her insides which were burning with emotional pain. The proximity of their bodies, and the urgency with which they moved rendered her weak. It was like a dance. It didn’t feel like fighting. It felt like a ritual. She felt his passion with every blow she avoided. She cracked under the pressure. She had gotten overwhelmed between their fight, her emotions, and her mental distress.

“Stop!” _____ shouted. She fell on one knee and used it for support. Tears were already lining up, and she couldn’t cry in front of him. She didn’t want to appear defenseless in front of him.

Bakugou halted, and had to take two steps back to properly stop. He studied her. “Are you okay?”

She gasped for air, barely keeping herself together, and nodded. “I’m exhausted,” she said and took another breath. She had to get out of there as quickly as possible. “I owe you one, okay?”

She stood up under his bewildered gaze. It was not like her to give up like that. She would push and push, and never let him win. To see her walking away from a training was unsettling for Bakugou, but what he didn’t know, it was that _____ was facing something bigger than her. She has facing her own heart.

_____ didn’t look back. She rushed to the locker room and went straight for a hot shower. It was their free day, and they had made a routine of training together in those type of days. Neither of them wanted to waste a minute. She thought she could keep her feelings at bay, but she clearly couldn’t. She sat on the shower, still feeling drained.

She washed her hair and scrubbed her face still on the floor. She didn’t rush. She took a slow shower, and dried her body with the same sluggish pace. She craved a warm meal. She would fill her stomach and then cuddle with a heavy blanket on the corner her sofa, and watch reruns of any sitcom she found first.

_____ felt lighter after the shower. It had helped to bring her temperature down, and with that, her mind was much cleared than before. She didn’t know what had happened back in the training field. Watching Bakugou giving his all, shinning in his own unique light, looking straight at her had been suffocating. It was reality crashing on her. She liked him like she had never liked anyone. It was hard to have all you have ever wanted in front of you, and knowing it would never be yours. She had to come to terms with her unrequited love if she didn’t want her feelings to jeopardize her friendship with Bakugou.

It was summer and the heat was unruly, so she didn’t bother to dry her hair. It would help her stay fresh on her way home. She was glad she had brought a pair of loose shorts. They had finished early thanks to her sudden outburst, and the sun would still be up in the sky. She walked out of the locker rooms taking a deep breath. She was definitely much calmer.

“Hey,” a deep voice said, taking her aback. With one shoulder resting on the wall, alone with her on the hallway, was Bakugou on his regular, civilian clothes. She was surprised to see him there, and at the same time cursed the way he looked in the shirt he was wearing. She was a lost cause.

“I thought you had gone home,” _____ admitted, clutching the strap of her bag. She was being honest. She didn’t expect him to wait for her. It wasn’t his style.

“Yeah, well, you walked out of a fight. What the fuck was that?” While his words were harsh, his tone was much softer. He was concerned. Her heart did a flip.

“I have had an awful week and I needed a break. I need to relax for a bit.” He stared hard at her, and that was the last thing her poor heart needed. Those eyes, she thought. Was he being able to look through her? Was he calling her bluff?

“Come on. Let’s get dinner.”

“What?” she asked, sounding beyond confused. Bakugou’s brows knitted together in light annoyance.

“Let’s eat something. My treat. Move,” he repeated and gave her his back. He strolled towards the exit of the building.

_____ had to blink a couple times, making sure she was listening correctly. She watched him go. His shoulders swayed in compass with his steps, and she thought he got taller with every passing day. She had memorized him at some point in the past six months, and every tiny change in him, she would notice.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on her face. Maybe she couldn’t have him the way she wished she did, but she also didn’t want to be without him. She could go through another heartbreak if it meant to keep him in her life.

“Hey!” Bakugou shouted, scaring her for the second time. He was looking at her over his shoulder. “Are you coming or not? I’m hungry.”

“I’m coming!” She jogged to his side, and in return he huffed, shaking his head in disapproval. She suppressed her giggle at his usual grumpiness. A minute later, she peeked at him, and she caught him wearing a faint smile. That was enough for her. That was all she wanted.

I don't need the city, and I

Don't need proof

All I need, darling

Is a life in your shape

I picture it, soft

And I ache

Look at you, strawberry blond

In the blink of an eye a whole year had gone by. _____ was celebrating her first anniversary at her agency. One whole year and she couldn’t be happier with her professional achievements. She had assisted a couple of important recues, and with that, her hero name was making rounds among their peers and television news.

_____ wished she could say everything was as expected, but it certainly wasn’t. Her feelings for Bakugou were worse. The infatuation she felt on the first months had evolved into love. She could’ve put herself first, and distance herself from him. She could’ve tried to date someone else and hope he helped her forgot what wasn’t hers, but she never succeeded. Her heart was locked on Bakugou and it didn’t want to budge. She had spent nights crying, doing her best to rip him off from her mind, repeating he would never look at her with anything else than fraternal love. On those nights, she would feel determined to start forgetting all about him, but on the next day, as soon as he was in front of her, her conviction was destroyed to pieces. The fire in his soul could be seen in his eyes, and like beacon, they demanded her attention.

Daydreaming of a life by his side was what she did best. She could see him as her partner in life, and she didn’t want anyone else. She had met so many people through her life, and she had never met someone quite like him. Bakugou was all she wanted, what was she supposed to do? She never said it out loud, but she had considered the idea of Bakugou being her soulmate. Maybe it wasn’t their time, but it would be eventually. His heart would wake up and realize she was what he wanted. She would have her happy ending. ‘Maybe,’ she thought hopeful.

_____ believed she knew everything about Bakugou. She thought he confided her with his every big and small thought. But she was proved wrong, and she didn’t know what hurt more. Maybe it was Bakugou omitting such important information from her, or the secret itself.

_____ had inevitable met Kirishima. He was Bakugou’s self-proclaimed best friend, or so he had introduced himself like that. Bakugou didn’t contradict him nor sneered at him, which tell her Kirishima was telling the truth. Otherwise, the blond would have exposed the lie immediately. She had liked him right away. She had never seen a pair so opposite, but at the same time, it was like a perfect balanced friendship. Eventually, as she grew closer to Bakugou, so she did with Kirishima. She had molded to them perfectly, and the three of them formed a special bond.

The news had come out of the blue, and it had stolen the air in her lungs. Kirishima had slung an arm around Bakugou’s shoulder and shone a teasing grin. “So, have you talked to Himari yet or are you still a coward?”

Her soul sank a bit at the mention of another girl, but seeing Bakugou’s cheeks dusted with a soft pink, and how his lips slightly puckered and his eyes averted Kirishima made her whole exitance to sink into the bottom of the ocean. Whoever Himari was, she wasn’t just no one. She was someone who had stolen Bakugou’s attention. She had something _____ didn’t have.

“What? You like someone?” _____ asked teasingly. She was proud of how well she had hidden her true emotions. She had sounded natural, completely unbothered.

“Shut up,” Bakugou mumbled back, and Kirishima erupted in laughter. It was an absolute confirmation. Since when Bakugou was the type to speak softly and blush? It was not like him. It had been a unique, special occasion. Apparently, it was. Himari was special. She had done what _____ had tried for a whole year.

She crashed on the cold concrete. Any hope left in her died that day. Some things were meant to be, and others just weren’t. And Bakugou and her entered on the latter. She had made up dreams about them and held onto nothing. Now she would’ve to pay the consequences of her foolishness, and watch Bakugou fall for someone else. She would’ve to take her feelings, put them away in a box, and burry it into the ground.

Reach out the car window

Trying to hold the wind

You tell me you love her

I give you a grin

All I ever wanted was a

Life in your shape

So I follow the white lines

Keep my eyes on the road

As I ache

_____ wished the heartbreak had changed her, but it didn’t. She was not sure what kind of relationship Bakugou had with Himari, and she didn’t want to know. She never asked. Her heart was stubborn but it didn’t mean she had to massacre it by digging into Bakugou’s love life. He had turned out to be pretty good at managing his time, and nothing had changed in their dynamic.

She wasn’t catastrophically sorrowful and despondent like she had been the night she found out about the existence of Himari. She gotten over those feelings, and learned to live loving Bakugou in silence. It had taken her a couple of months, but she had gotten there. One day those feelings would disappear. They had to. _____ believed she wasn’t going to spend her whole life pinning after someone who didn’t love her back. She didn’t know when it was going to happen, but she hoped it happen soon.

She kicked the punching bag a couple more times, getting an odd type of pleasure from the burning of her skin. She chuckled to herself. She had to be a masochist to some degree since she seemed to enjoy certain levels of pain. She grabbed her towel and her bottle of water, and headed to the showers.

Bakugou had been assigned to patrolling for the day, meaning their training session together was canceled by default. Six months ago, she would’ve probably felt down the whole day, missing the blonde and wondering what was he up to. Now, it didn’t bother her. She didn’t have the same urge she used to have when she followed his every move. Bakugou wasn’t in control of her emotions anymore, which was actually healthy. There were still days where it stung. Days when she wasn’t in her best shape and she succumb to the desperation of her heartbreak. Usually, punching a punching bag until her fists were burning helped her to vent those undesired feelings.

She took her usual shower before leaving the headquarters. She dried her hair, and layered up. It was winter, and the cold wouldn’t go anywhere any time soon. As she was heading outside, she crossed paths with Bakugou. He was wearing the winter version of his hero suit. She couldn’t help to think it fit him well. Their eyes locked from across the room, but none of them reacted at first. She studied him briefly. His suit was practically clean, which meant it had been a calmed day with no crime to subdue.

“Hey,” he called for her once they had gotten closer. “Wait for me. Let’s grab something to eat.” She tilted her head curious. Their hangouts after their internship were very rare, even before Himari was in the picture. Usually they said their goodbyes outside the building and walk to opposite sides. It was almost like a metaphor for _____. She could pretend they were destined to be together, but at the end of the day, they would go their separate ways. “What?” he inquired at her lack of response.

She wanted to ask what had gotten into him or why he suddenly wanted to have dinner with her, but she refrained from ruining the moment. “Nothing,” she said with a light chuckle. “Sure, but hurry up. I’m starving and I was already on my way out.”

Bakugou snapped his tongue, and mumbled a short “sure” before continuing his way. _____ watched him go, not moving from her place. Inside her chest, that same undying spark was jumping out of happiness. She refused to believe his invitation meant anything, and yet there she was. She felt special, even if it was for one night. She let out a deep sigh. She could always pretend he was hers, and play along for a couple hours.

He turned around, catching her staring. She gave a little jump of surprise and her face flushed. She wasn’t expecting him to look back. “Stop staring!” he screamed at her. It was supposed to be a complaint, but by the mischievous grin he was displaying just for her, it felt like something else entirely.

And like that, the spark inside her had set everything on fire.

Look at you, strawberry blond

Fields rolling on

I love it when you call my name

Can you hear the bumblebees swarm?

Watching your arm

I love it when you look my way

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[todorosky]

uhm, okay, i’m really worried as of how Horikoshi is going to turn thing around after chapter 297. I’m genuinely worried about the storytelling in here.

#bnha spoilers #spoilers #spoiler #mha spoilers #mha spoiler #bnha 297 #mha 297

[todorosky]

Everyone who has been reaching out to me, thank you so so so much. I’m reading you all. I love you & thanks again <3 

#admin bunny #I love you all

[todorosky]

Im proud of you, it can be hard to take the final step of breaking up with someone who is distant. Im glad your life is finally looking up :DD

Thank you so much !!!! It had been hard, but i’m sure it’s the healthiest thing i could do for me and my mental health. I’m excited for 2021. It will be a better year. I’m sure.

#you're so sweet to me