Himiko Who Loves The Way You Let Her Indulge. She’ll Find Ways To Curl Around You, Trace Kisses Into

You gathered plants from the forest, placing them into your homemade basket as you walked along the trees, pausing every time you heard the snap of twigs under an animal's hoof.

The crickets chirped, fireflies glowing, and owls hooting in the otherwise dark and silent night, a couple minutes away from the tent you had set up. Your tattered and dirty clothes brushed against the forest floor as you continued to identify and gather mushrooms and plants, needing food for the next few days.

After you finished filling up the basket, you grasped it in your hands before making your way back to the tent you called home. As you neared it, you heard footsteps that sounded almost... human. It didn't sound like any animal you had heard before.

You slowed down, trying not to breathe too loudly or step on any leaves, not wanting to alert the intruder. From the light of the lantern inside you could see a muscular figure, seemingly a man, with spiky hair. You could hear his gruff voice as he occasionally murmured.

Eventually he came out of the tent, not noticing you as he made his way towards the nearby village. You hid behind a thick nearby tree, not wanting to start problems after you had already been exiled. As you try to take another step away from the man, your heel snaps a twig under it, causing you to freeze. He stops in his path, turning to look for the source of the noise. He searches for the source with his lantern, expecting to find a deer, when he saw a person, around his age, covered in tattered and dirty clothes, hair messy and tangled.

"...I didn't know anyone lived out here," he hesitantly says, eyes tracing your figure.

"You should leave. It's not a good idea spending time with me," you warn him, wanting nothing more than to talk. It had been so long since you've had company.

"Why not?" he asks, a grin gracing his already beautiful face.

"I'm exiled. You could get in trouble," you tell him, eyes wandering away from his indigo ones.

"I won't tell them if you don't," he comments, reaching out to grab your hand. "You look hungry. I brought some food, let's eat together," he offers, not wanting you to be alone.

"...alright," you finally give in, looking him in the eyes.

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"get up."

touya groaned. it took him a couple of seconds, but when he finally came to he was instantly hit with a splitting headache. touya moved to bring a cooling hand to his forehead only to find that he could only feel a heavy tingling sensation in his arms— and in his hands and in his legs. all the telltale signs of a hangover— at least his typical (extreme) version of one. he even had tomura on his ass, all the boxes on the ‘i got totally wasted last night’ checklist were ticked off.  

“wake up.” 

touya heard a small thunk from somewhere nearby— probably tomura kicking something —and finally decided that it was time to blink his eyes open. 

immediately, he knew exactly where he was. touya could distinguish the coarse texture from the beat-up seven-year-old couch lying in the LOV staff room any day. the mixed smell of a dewy morning breeze and the lingering scent of touya's signature cigarette brand sent a pumping to his blood that couldn’t be ignored.  he grinned and lifted himself so he was resting back on his elbows, head tilted up in tomura's direction. “hey birdie.” 

tomura sucked in a breath through his teeth and spun around, going right back to sit at his desk. touya watched his blue-haired roommate, observing the way tomura put his glasses on before inevitably gluing his eyes onto his computer screen. tomura looked tired to say the least; his clothes were disheveled and his hair was a mess— as if he had been up all night.  “you went looking for me?” touya's tone was cocky. he reached for the water bottle beside him, the water bottle that somehow always ended up by his side after a long night. he never asked about it— the fear of a petty tomura deciding to take away his one princess privilege steering his decision.

but when tomura scoffed out a small, “no,” touya's grin faltered. “you were outside.”

touya took a sip of the room-temperature water, curious eyes on tomura. “outside?” 

“yeah.” tomura replied as he opened a drawer from his desk and skimmed through some documents. “wasted to shit asleep on the bench.” touya brows furrowed momentarily, attempting to skim through his drunken memories of last night. before touya could properly reconnect them, tomura spoke again. “you didn’t walk here?” tomura's red eyes met touya's blue ones, an intrigued expression shining through the lenses of his glasses. 

“shit, i don’t remember.” touya gained the courage to push past the tingling and move, swinging his legs off the couch. his boots hit the wooden floor beneath him as he gave a half-shrug. 

“you don’t remember?” tomura repeated, sounding annoyed. “where’d you even go?”

touya leaned back into the mustard-stained couch, hands pressing against its backboard. “that new bar.” his head fell back, smile pointed up to the room's ceiling. “moonlight.” the words fluttered off his tongue, the legacy of moonlight clear in his mind. 

“what the fuck!?” tomura’s chair let out a squeaky whine at its sudden movement. he had stopped typing his laptop, attention fully on touya.  "really?!"

“yep.” touya expressed with a pop of his mouth. “and i know their secret.” he said, sounding most obviously pleased with himself. it was the one thing touya had managed to remember from last night— he recalled repeating it out loud to himself for that exact reason. “young hires.”

[ ELEVEN HOURS EARLIER ]

keigo left three hours ago and you were still trying to convince yourself that you could last the final two hours of your shift on your own. 

the sky had grown dark, a lapis blue painting a beautiful backdrop for the lamp-lit city. the cool contrast created an orange-tinted scene inside of midnight. the constant clinking of beer glasses and clicking of heels against the bar floor had left a distant ringing in your ear— along with keigo's words about the nearby job opportunity. the rag in your hand scrubbed up against the surface of the wooden counter as you cleaned up a spill in thought. you were so deep in it that you almost didn’t hear a voice of question coming from beside you.

“excuse me. you— yeah you!” the voice gradually grew within range. you blinked out of your daze and turned your head in the customer's direction. the voice had come from a man who looked to be in his mid-30s and held a strong glare. 

“sorry, sir,” you muttered, tucking the rag under the counter and placing both your hands on the table, steady and attentive . “what would you like to drink tonight?”

“whiskey. neat.” he gruffed, resting his arm up against the bar's pillar.

you stopped a displeased expression from planting onto your face and forced a tight smile. “right up.” you reached for a glass on the shelf— along with the man's desired drink of choice —and began to pour. as you did, you were able to examine the customer. 

he was leaned right up against the counter, flannel jacket resting on the hardwood counter. he was a big guy with a big hat— the type of hat that reminded you of old western films. his bread wasn’t too long or bushy— it was just enough to frame his face in the right places, making him appear well-aged and rugged. using these observations, you put together that this man was from the countryside— and that’s before you accounted for his dirty hands, his worn jeans, and his manners. 

you placed the drink in front of the man and gave him a polite nod, hoping that would be enough to get him to go and bother someone else. but of course, it wasn’t. 

“hey.” he tipped his head a bit closer in your direction, fingers tapping along the rim of his freshly poured glass of whiskey. you gritted your teeth, mostly to mentally prepare yourself— another asshole encounter at work was the last thing you needed right now. the man then grinned, a large yet playful one. “this is a pretty nice city dontcha think?”

your eyes narrowed in suspicion. this could’ve been worse, way worse. 

“yeah, it is,” you replied matter-of-factly. you’ve been living in orion for just over three years now. and though you didn’t necessarily move here for the sights, you couldn’t deny that the town was beautiful.

what you liked about orion was it has a sense of community— and security. you’ve gotten used to the sound of kids calling to their friends in the streets while parents frantically chase them down. the song that slipped between your neighbors' windchimes remain a familiar melody in your mind. there was always some type of event, or function, or party. you liked it. it kept you, and everyone else, busy. distracted. 

the bearded man chuckled. he took a sip of the drink— face showing no reaction to the alcohol—before saying, “i’m actually new around these parts.” you knew he was lying. you’ve caught sight of him throwing up behind the bar twice within the three weeks. he had a reputation for those types of things.

what you hadn’t expected was for him to come to you tonight. he maintained a mindful eye on you, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “think i need someone to show me around the place— someone pretty like you.” he voiced. his lips curled up into a smile; one that showed he was confident that he’d win a date with you.  

you thought carefully, picking a response that would be respectful for an employee to use. “sorry, i really can’t. work has me really busy right now.” your voice tipped higher out of habit. you hoped your tone was clear enough. 

your hopes were quick to be crushed. 

the man winked and went on to declare, “you wouldn’t have to work with a guy like me around.” he flipped the bottom of his patterned sleeve up, leaving the material bunched up his biceps as he shamelessly flexed his muscles to you. it was clear to you now how drunk the man was. you could see it in the way his smile hung bright and his eyes sparkled like the wish from a million suns. 

you didn’t even have time to react before a separate voice got added to the equation. another man, a younger one who seemed to be in his mid-20s, walked up to your section of the bar. 

“can you fight with those things?” the demeanor of the dark-haired man was intimidating alone, in addition to his alternate style of clothing and his sharp facial expression, he came off as different. the lanky man hovered over the wannabe cowboy, shadowing him. “because these look pretty—“ the younger man’s hand slipped out from his leather jacket and cupped over the older man’s flexing muscle. “fake.” 

“hey— hey don’t touch me you goth— emo freak!” the countryman jolted out from under the latter's touch before he could make any lasting contact. “what the fuck is wrong with you!” he shot his arms up in complaint. "werido." he waved his middle finger to the man as he continued to back onto the crowded dance floor. 

the second man remained stoic as he watched the first walk away. “fucking idoit. i’m not even close to being gothic.” he scoffed as his arms crossed over his chest. the sway in his movement told you that this customer wasn't necessarily sober either.

“another jerk.” you muttered, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could stop them. you didn’t want to complain, considering that this guy just helped get that creep away from you, but this was turning into a stereotypical ‘the good guy is actually a bad guy’ plot twist, and you weren’t in the mood to get kidnapped tonight. 

a hard exhale fell from the younger man’s mouth, “what was that?” he sounded amused like he wasn’t offended that you just insulted him, but he sounded intrigued.

you felt a wave of hot shutter through your body, cheeks flaring up specifically. your face scrunched up, shoulders raising and eyes widening as you silently cursed the way your body reacted to embarrassment. then again, some things never change. “nothing.” you said, just as quietly as you said your last sentence. your hand urgently tapped for the forgotten rag under the counter to no avail. 

you held eye contact with the man until his crystal-lit orbs suddenly flagged down. his forehead fell to his forearm, which rested on the bar's marble counter, and his shoulders began to shake as he hickered out a string of loud laughs. 

you were baffled. 

“they really hired a kid to work here?” the man giggled.

“actually, i’m—“ 

“so, this is what midnight's been doing.” his eyes were back up on you now, gaze observing as his hair folded out of its side part and in front of his face. he was quick to swipe his hair back up with his galaxy-toned hand. 

“sorry?” 

the man just barely stumbled back, gripping the back of the bar chair before he could be considered a threat. he settled himself down on the chair. his body leaning against the bar's wooden structure, the same way the cowboy had done a moment ago. but this time it felt separate— for so many reasons you couldn’t narrow it down to just one. 

he looked at you when he answered, pupils dilated. “hiring college kids.” his eyes flickered close for a moment like he was making a mental note to remember his observation. 

you bit your bottom lip. you can’t deny it because it’s true, you are a college student. but the way he said it made it seemproblematic. before you could tap into that, you felt that something was off— you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

you stole a glance and to your concern, a pair of eyes were focused on you from the threshold of the staff room. instinctively, your body straightened up. your focus decreased on entertaining the customer and increased on actually doing your job. 

unsure if you were in earshot, you spoke again, calculated. “midnight is a good place.” you said. your fingers finally found the rag under the counter and your hands got back into the routine of wiping the counter, really trying to sell the ‘i’m too busy working to talk’ act… again. 

“yeah?” the man dabbled, like he was quickly losing interest in the conversation. but he went on, “what makes it so special then?”

it was such a strange question, but you’ve heard stranger before. “they have a cool looking website…?” 

it was the first thing that came to mind. 

the man laughed, but it wasn’t as loud and amused as before, just convinced. he slapped a hand on the table, using it as his pillar of support as he staggered back up into a standing position. you could hear him whispering something about “technology” and “young hires” as he stumbled off. 

just one strange interaction after another. 

ninety laboring minutes later you’re finally on your way home. on a breezy, autumn day like this one you found yourself extra appreciative of the close distance of your apartment. you knew that your roommate, rumi, was probably awake. not because she was waiting for you, but because she’s a biology major and you’ve come to learn they never sleep. 

still, on nights when you were the only one closing or had to run a quick errand before going home, rumi would call you to ensure your safety— and threaten to call the police to escort you if you didn’t get home soon. 

tonight ended up being was one of those nights. 

you had just turned the corner right around midnight’s back alley when you heard a sound. what started as a small cough quickly turned into hacking coughs and eventually the sound of splatters of vomit hitting the ground. you, silently, peaked around the corner of the alley. 

hunched over in the l-shaped corner behind the dumpster was your “hero” from earlier. 

he looked more battered down now, knees quivering underneath his weight as he pressed his head up against the rugged brick wall. your feet lead you closer. as you appporached, you could see how his dark hair adhered damply around the nape of his neck and how desperately his hands clung onto the wall. 

“oh my god, you’re the guy from earlier.” you blurted out loud, mostly to verbally confirm it to yourself. the guy's head just lolled against the brick wall, tipping down as he threw up another liter of liquor onto the pavement. your face grimaced as you glanced away. “you’re really drunk.” you commented, fingers anxiously fiddling at your sides. 

“no fucking duh.” the man spat. he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his leather jacket and then waved a flappy hand in your direction. “beat it.” he deadpanned, scratchy voice sending a chill up your spine. 

your mind now rushed with questions on whether you should leave him or not. you considered the factors. pro: he did save you from a potential creep. con: his attitude is intangibly rotten.

but there must be a reason behind it, right? like maybe he had a bad day— a lot of bar attendees do. the point was, even though you didn't know him, he did seem to have good intentions. 

you took a step toward him, “i’m gonna—“

“don’t.” his voice snapped into a growl, low and brisk, though you remained calm. you could see him peeking at you from under his arm, checking to see if you had left or not. searching like he had already anticipated you to be long gone.

when his gaze met yours— seeing you still in your work clothes, clearly very exhausted from your long trip, and still willing to help him —he couldn’t do anything else but glance away. 

slowly, you put a hand out. you could hear murmurs of keigo's voice in your head saying that you were “being too nice.” you shook his words off of your mind and pushed forward. “i’ll just walk you down the block.” you stepped under his propped up arm, swiftly redirecting his weight so he was leaned up against your left shoulder and had his arm wrapped around your right shoulder. you heard his breath hitch as you altered his position. he didn’t protest, but rather flowed with your direction.

you took a deep breath, stabilizing yourself. “nightlife is.. brighter down there. so you can find your way home by yourself.” you took a step forward, delicately nudging his side. he took the physical indication and moved forward, taking a slow, but sure step. you let out another slow breath; most times your last-minute plans didn’t work well so you you were satisfied.

a couple dozen steps later the young man spoke— well slurred —“thought all your bougie alcohol was fake.” he tone wasn’t confident like the words he had said weren’t originally his. he swayed a bit, the scent of an indistinguishable amount of various alcohols spiking through your nose. “stupid trust fund kid company.” he grumbled.

you didn’t blame him for the way he thought. midnight's popularity had shot up out of nowhere just a couple of weeks ago. you heard that they were doing so well in the market that other smaller businesses were shutting down because of it down. at the time you didn’t think much of it. you didn’t know that people were genuinely upset about it. 

after a long hushed walk in the eerie wind, you stepped upon the brightly lit street of the plaza. thought most the shops on this side of town consisted of sketchy dispensaries and personal businesses, it was still safer than leaving him behind the alley of a well-known bar with a high-kept reputation. 

you led him to one of the benches facing the oversight of city buildings. the sky twinkled in each of the visible window's reflection, sparkles jumping and dancing across city rooftops. when you let go of the man's weight, he immediately melted into the bench below him. you huffed out a strangled breath, swinging back on to dust your hands off. you could hear club music threatening to spill out of a building across the street from where you stood. you placed your hands on your hips and countered your breathing, slowing it down as a smile crept onto your face. 

the man sighed from his spot on the bench, catching your attention. “ya' ever looked at the sky?” the question was half asked, like it wasn’t even meant to be answered by you. you turned to him and sure enough, he was staring at the night sky, eyes hazy enough to certify him as dreaming. 

out of curiosity, you turn to the sky. orion had the type of beauty that you couldn’t describe. it was the type of city you’d see pictures of on the front of postcards, painted and perfect— perfectly feel good. 

you do look at the sky when you have time, which isn’t often. it’s nice to wish on the stars and share sprinkled false hope with other people across the world. you always wished for one day to feel exciting the way you were promised every day should feel. 

another comment cut you out of your tangled mind. “next meteor shower is march thirteenth.” the man whispered into the wind. you could see it in his eyes that his message wasn’t necessarily said to inform you but because he needed to say it—  he needed to tell someone. 

a vibrating sound coming from your pocket stopped you from being able to reply to the man's drunken speech. you pulled your phone out and read the contact name, rumi.

for her to be calling it must be super late. you stuffed your phone back into your pocket, “i’m sorry but i have to go!” you told the man frantically. his head just tilted more towards the sky, fully consumed in its beauty, already acting like you were gone. “well, get home safe!” you gave an awkward wave to him— well his back —as you skipped into a jog, running back home.

to your luck, the days only got more interesting.

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⋆˚࿔ boyfriend tag

you’re a popular youtuber asking your boyfriend to participate in a new ‘boyfriend tag makeup’ trend.

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, baby + babe used and some feminine compliments with kiri

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⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

⋆˚࿔ when courage calls

when a stupid bet leads to you try and befriend hitoshi shinsou

contains: the typical bet trope but spun around, pre-relationship, mutual pining, implied bi!reader, gn!reader, bi!denki mentioned (projecting sorry)

authors note: part one is the set up so u don’t have to read it.

(i got carried away writing out reader, denki, mina, and hanta's friendship dynamic not sorry)

part two is when reader interacts with shinsou.

part one word count: 1.2k

total word count: 3.7k

you lay lopsided on the class a common room couch. the sun had already set leaving you and your friends in a comfortably dim lit space. hanta slouched on the couch close beside you, toothpick twiddling along as lip as he scrolled on his phone. mina was sitting against the couch, hands drawn up to play with the ends of your hair. 

“whaattt do you mean?” the pink girl raised her head to focus on denki’s words, eyes slowly dragging away from your hair and to him. you had been trying to tune out their conversation and relax, but denki’s loudness and mina’s love for drama made it very difficult to be incurious about.

denki scrambled to sit up from his starfish-like position on the ground and leaned closer to the two of you, “i can always tell when someone has a crush!” he pointed his finger up confidently. “like mr. yamada! he totally likes sensei aizawa!” he exclaimed. you lifted your head, propping it on the palm of your hand. you were interested now.

mina doubled over in laughter, “you’re kidding right?” she giggled, “they’re literally married!” she giggled. denki’s face dropped and mina snorted. you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“seriously?” denki muttered to himself, shaking his head. 

you nodded as hanta spoke up, “they told us when we were like first years man.” he confirmed, barely glancing up from his phone. 

“well still! i just had a feeling before you even told me so! my instincts are totally right!” he defended, crossing his arms in all seriousness.

“yeah?” mina grinned, leaning in his direction. “then can your instincts tell me who i had a crush on when we were first years?” she challenged. 

denki’s eyes immediately sparked, “that’s obvious. it was kiri right?” 

mina shook her head and tilted it back to look at you. she flashed you with a silly upside grin and it clicked. 

“me?” you thought out loud, your body unconsciously moving to sit up straighter.

“yeah!” mina said casually, leaving you assumed to was a tiny ‘friend’ crush– she has a lot of those. “and i wasn’t the only one.” she chirped. again, very casually.

“what the fuck, who?” denki squawked, his brisk ‘don’t care’ attitude fading away.

“god, you're nosy.” hanta laughed from behind his screen. “i’m pretty sure we all knew shoto liked y/n too.”

mina was quick to raise a brow, alongside you, “shoto..?” her nose scrunched up as she thought. “i mean, i’d believe it.” she shrugged.

“you don’t remember?” hantas question was targeted to mina. “that one time he asked us if we thought y/n would like to get a bouquet of flowers.” hanta nudged you with his foot and he wiggled his shoulders.

“it was right after we moved into the dorms, i thought it was a welcoming gift!” you blattered out. it was true. you vividly remember how he gave you the flowers and a very out-of-character hug. now that you were recalling the moment you could see the signs. his nervous sputtering, his tinted cheeks. were you really this oblivious?

“right. a welcome gift that he only gave you.” mina said in a serious tone. a flush of embarrassment crept up across your cheeks. “anyways, i was talking about jiro, not shoto.” mina said. “she had it bad. god don’t get me started with the love songs.” she dramatically groaned and the blood ran to your cheeks. you rested a cool hand on your face, attempting to ground yourself.

“wait so,” denki pointed to hanta, “shoto,” he then pointed to mina, “and jiro both liked y/n?” he affirmed.

“this is news for me too.” you muttered, the wave of hotness rush over your entire body now. “no way that’s real, right?” you forced yourself to laugh and dipped your head towards mina.

“oh those lyrics were definitely real,” mina shuttered as she rubbed your arm “but really, you’re a total catch babe! none of this is surprising.” she patted you.

“that is so not fairrr,” denki whined from across you. he leaned onto the couch behind him, throwing his head back and raising his hands. “how can y/n pull girls and guys and i can’t even rizz up shinsou.”

“because you're stupid?” hanta replied.

at the same time mina said, “because you— wait you’re trying to get with shinsou? like purple hair, mind quirk shinsou?”

for a moment you seriously considered going back to tuning out the conversation. 

together, the three of you glanced at denki. he just shrugged. “i mean i offered to do his physics homework.” 

mina hung onto his words, “and..?”

“and i might have forgotten to do it… but i still!” there was a stumble in his voice, “i tried!” 

“that is not how you flirt with someone denki,” you laughed, deciding you'd play into the light teasing. “you do know that right?”

denki let out a short huff, muttering, “like you could do better.”

hanta barked out a laugh, “they probably could.”

“oh yeahh they definitely could hanta.”  denki mocked, sticking out his tongue to the raven haired boy. 

“dumbass i’ll tape—!“ hanta tried to argue, body moving to lunge up from his spot on the couch but mina stopped him before he could. a shit-eating grin spread across denki's face. 

“guys, guys,” her voice hung in the air, catching both the boys' attention. “how about we make a bet out of this?” she peered at you, a curious look splattered across her face.

you mirrored her expression, “a bet? really? that’s kind of cliche don’t you think?” you looked to your other two friends, who had simmered down surprisingly quick. you studied the expressions on their faces, cursing yourself for becoming friends with the nosiest people at ua. (it takes one to know one)

“that wouldn’t be hero like…” you said, your tone leaning indecisive. “i mean, leading him on.. that’s wrong.”

mina was fast to shut down the paranoia slithering in your mind. “you don’t have to like woo him per se,” she playfully started. “just talk to him, be your normal self. and i bet he’ll fall for you!” you could almost see the cogwheels turning in her head as she spoke. mina’s imagination was prone to soar, especially when it came to anything relationship related.

“and i bet he won’t!” denki shot up. 

“i…” you bit your lip nervously. you had only spoken to shinsou a handful of times, never overstepping the boundary between classmates and friends. let alone anything romantic.

“hey, if he doesn’t end up liking you then it’s no harm to him,” hanta coaxed. “if this fails you could just consider it as making a new friend.” he shrugged.

“but i bet he won’t!” denki added in a hushed voice.

“shush!” mina said harshly to denki. she turned back to you, “only do it if you want to, okay?” she said.

technically it wouldn’t be wrong. you could just hang out with shinsou, see if he seems to show the tiniest bit of interest in you, and then act totally casual and cool about it if he does! nothing could go wrong there.

“as long as it doesn’t go too far.” you faltered.

“okay!” mina squealed. “one week from monday is the deadline.” the boys nodded in agreement and everyone melted back into the amiable atmosphere.

you removed your head from your hand and stretched back onto the couch below you, wondering what you just gotten yourself into.

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bakugo, kirishima, midoriya, kaminari, todoroki

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hiiii rue i love ur writing i will read anything u write! That being said, any form of Denki smau with exceptionally forward reader who makes him nervous… would be… very swag.

hes so paatheettiiccc but i also think he'd love getting his licks back like he's teeheeing and blushing and rubbing his hands together like a fly behind the screen thinking of a witty reply HEHE thank yew denki nation🫡🫡

show me how // denki kaminari

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me staring at the request in my inbox… me looking at all my ideas in my notes app…. “omg! i literally have nothing to write”

ok this is totally valid max is awesome and the first one is soooo nostalgic :D

looked at ur about and we have so much in common !!!

hiii hi! what do we have in common? i will literally talk ur ear off abt it

alsoooo krbk fan spotted???!!?! (i’ll actually freak out)🤗🤗🤗🤗