“You’d think the science building would be better planned than this,” Ford says, walking you down the hall after your last class. “I mean, one bathroom, hidden up on the third floor, where nobody even goes anymore? It’s ridiculous. And this university is supposed to carry some significance for its science and research programs? I’m sorry, that’s just bad planning.” He vented.
You listened, amused, about to speak before being interrupted by a cough.
He looked at you with concern. “I’m sorry, I know it’s everything you’ve said to me a hundred times. It’s just ridiculous you had to choose between getting to your test on time and using the restroom. Do you want me to talk to write a letter to the dean? I know it has been several years, but I’m sure I still have some sway in the research world, especially with my upcoming publications.”
You tell him maybe later, and he nods.
“Good. I’ll get started on that after you recover, then. For now, it’s all about getting you healthy. I called Stan and got the recipe for Ma’s chicken noodle soup for sick days. He told me to just pick up any can, but I worked him down to giving me the old recipe instead.”
Ford looked proud of himself for out-talking his persuasive brother. You wanted to say something but your throat is dying and you fear any extra sounds will make you devolve into another coughing fit. So you just smile and encourage him with a nod.
“And after that, well, I’ve been reading up on many different websites that comment on the best way to beat back various ills and sicknesses. After checking your symptoms into something called ‘Web M.D.’ I—what?”
You started shaking your head at him quickly. You pull out a sticky note and write out that Web M.D. is notoriously unreliable. Ford scratches his chin as he ponders this latest development.
“Thank you for that warning, my dear. I shall have to reconsider a few of the contingencies for today. However, I do believe that some of the most common ways to beat colds (or whatever you have, not according to the website fake doctor, thank you) is to get plenty of rest and fluids.”
You started to shake your head and turn your backpack around to show him the (heavy) books inside.
“No, I know what you’re thinking. Homework, right? Well, I’ll read your assigned chapters out loud while you lay down. You can type notes if you wish, but you’re not straining your eyes, alright? I don’t think you should do anything that will make you worse.”
You make a disgruntled sound in your throat (that, thankfully, does not set off more coughing) and he wags a finger at you in response. “Nuh-uh. I’m serious. You’re going home, and I will assist you with homework after I make you some dinner. No serious work, though. Your health comes first, then your schoolwork. Deal?”
You give him a small smile of gratitude.
Thank goodness Ford will never let you down.
Okay so slightly longer than a blurb. Here ya go. Mostly the crappy layout of your building and lack of restrooms for women made me mad and Ford mad on your behalf.
There’s the ongoing Sugar Bombs war, where Chiv hides the boxes in increasingly weird places around Red Rocket in a vain attempt to keep them outta RJ’s sticky hands. It just becomes a running joke, with Chiv filling decoy boxes with junk and putting them in more obvious places to distract from the real ones, hiding them in ridiculously impractical places, balancing them on top of ceiling fans and in gun cabinets or writing threatening notes on the packaging. Nothing works. RJ doesn’t even like em all that much he’s just doing it to piss Chiv off at this point
uh wow I just want you guys to know that it gets better and you find love and when you fall in love its the best feeling in the entire world there is nothing better than falling in love Ive never felt warmer and happier in my entire life
Aside from the sadness/disappointment/self-deprecation induced tears, from canon we know that Bakugou is an angry crier, Kirishima a sympathetic crier and Kaminari a stress crier, which, when you really think about it, means that once one of them starts crying the possibility of all three of them ending up in tears is pretty high
no offence but let yourself be ugly!! you don’t have to fix your hair if you’re not going anywhere you don’t have to cover up ur spots or change out of your lounge pants to go buy milk like damn we really gotta let ourselves be comfortable without constantly apologising for just looking normal and it’s hard but i think we need to practice looking in the mirror and saying i look ugly af today and that’s okay!! tru self care is letting urself be ugly tbh