dudely

“For you,” Shouto says, lifting a hand to slide the rose behind Midoriya’s ear. He feels heat high on his cheeks as Midoriya stares at him, wide-eyed. The insinuations of a singular red rose do not go over either of their heads. 

Y’ALL

“HELLO FRIEND, DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT OUR GODDESS AND SAVIOUR, MICHIRU KAIOH, SHE OF THE TEAL CASCADE, MISTRESS OF THE SACRED BOW, DESTROYER OF MEN, FIRST AMONG THE BLESSED LESBIANS…”

“…TONGUE-BEARER OF PAIN AND PLEASURE, LEGENDARY SEA WHISPERER, SIREN OF BUTCHES…”