Hi anon! I’m going to specifically pick moments when he isn’t playing volleyball, because he’s just so damn cool everytime he spikes. Ushiwaka tends to come across as very serious, but I feel that it’s exactly this trait that makes him so adorkable:
1. Anytime he makes his classic deadpan face
like the first time he met kageyama and hinata
or in the training camp arc when tendou suggested hinata and kageyama were monsters HAHA
HIS DEADPAN FACE IS EVEN BETTER ANIMATED I CANNOT
2. tbh I live for all his interactions with tendou
look at him clapping for tendou in the back I mean what a pure human being
3. Rare smiling Ushiwaka who is actually feeling fired up about his match
MC jokingly puts a gift wrapping bow on her head and tells the RFA that she's their present when they ask her if she got them a present for their birthday how would they react of they weren't dating mc but had a huge crush on her?
Gah. I’m sososo sorry for not writing recently D:
b u t hope you enjoy ^~^
MC as a Birthday Present ♡
Everyone had been busy on his
(He was quite bittersweet about it. He
was happy to spend time with you but… but… why didn’t anyone make time for him
on his birthday?!?!)
So you decided to take him out to a
LOLOL con, surprising him with tickets– WHICH WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLD OUT, SO HE
WAS REALLY SHOCKED
He almost cried tears of joy when you
showed him the tickets upon meeting up, and jumped to hug you reaaaaally
…only to realize what he was doing
“Wahhh!!! I’m so sorry, MC, I got a bit
too excited…” he apologized, his cheeks so red that it rivaled Seven’s hair. He
inched away from you, feeling ashamed of himself
After all, he was a strong believer in
only acting intimately with your significant other!! More importantly… he
really, really liked you… It was kinda embarrassing to act so bold…
But you laughed it off, and dragged him
by the hand to lead him into the convention center
There was SO MUCH MERCH
all of which he couldn’t buy
He hadn’t been prepared for this, after
You noticed his teary eyes as he stared
hopelessly at everything… and ended up buying him a few charms
He also spent about half an hour
following cosplayers of his favourite character, and you had to push him
Needless to say, it wasted a lot of time
but hey, whatever, it’s his birthday
When it was time to go home, he honestly
didn’t wanna go back… He wanted to spend more time with you. Nervously, he
asked, “H-hey, MC… wanna come over to my place? B-BUT NOT FOR ANYTHING BAD,
it’s just getting late and you shouldn’t go home alone… a-and I want to spend
more time with you…”
The last of his words came out as a
whisper, his hands covering his cheeks in embarrassment
He asked so cutely though. Of course you
followed him home :D
When you reached the apartment, though,
he couldn’t unlock the door for some reason, so he ended up asking you to try.
As you did, he began to say, “Uhm, thank you for today. It’s really the best
gift I’ve ever received…”
You paused in your movement, a small
laugh escaping your lips. “But that’s not even my gift! Jumin got the tickets…
Hmm, I do feel bad I couldn’t properly prepare a present, but…”
You took out a gift-wrapping bow and
placed it on your head. “But you could have me instead~?” you joked
His heart was going W I L D, gosh what
are you doing to this poor boy!?!
His eyes narrowed with determination as
he grasped at your shoulder. “I’d want you,” he said quietly. “That would be
the best gift in the worl–”
“HEY, HANDS OFF!” The door flung open,
revealing a mad, glaring Zen. “I know it’s your birthday, but there’s a limit
to how selfish you can be!”
Yoosung gaped at the interior of his
apartment, decorated with streamers and banners and presents. Jaehee offered a
sheepish smile, “Surprise? Well… Zen kind of ruined it…”
Yoosung quickly removed his hand from
your shoulder, already regretting his bold actions from before. “I-I WASN’T
DOING ANYTHING TO MC!!”
With an irritated look, Zen crossed his
arms intimidatingly, his muscles bulging, a sadistic smile upon his face. “I
think it’s time for some birthday punches, don’t you?”
“Do they seriously think we don’t notice them?” Zen sighed, pressing his face
into his hands. “Grrr, I thought I’d finally be able to have some alone time
You tilted your head, “Alone time…?”
His cheeks flushed red as he tried to cover up his mistake, “N-no! But I mean,
it’s just, I’ve hung out with everyone else separately before and uhm, I was
just excited to hang out with the new member too?” Despite his acting skills,
he found it difficult to act and well, essentially lie, to you…
“It’s okay, we can still do whatever you had planned… I’m sure they’ll tire of
us soon,” you offered a gentle smile, easing him of his worries. He nodded in
consideration of that, and returned the smile.
Unfortunately for the both of you, they didn’t get tired of you. In fact, they
had somehow managed to prank Zen at every street you guys crossed…
There was an entire street that suddenly advertised cats and had cat fur
outfits on display, making Zen sneeze the entire time… then there were bouquets
of flowers thrown at Zen which wasn’t bad, except that they were wrapped with
catnip which attracted seemingly HUNDREDS of cats??! …not to mention random
flour flying through the air, landing near the two of you…
“They’re such children!” Zen fumed, narrowing his eyes. Despite the glare, he
still looked handsome, captivating all the women (and even men) around him. Whispers
spread amongst the crowd, and there was suddenly a mob sent after them after
someone screamed “It’s Zen the actor!!”
You spent the entire day running from pranks and fans, finally taking a
break in a dark alleyway… wait, dark? The two of you stared up at the stars
overhead. Well, that was a birthday wasted.
Zen plopped on a trashcan, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry you had to go through
that because of me… It must’ve been really annoying for you… ugh, and this had
to happen even after you so graciously offered me your entire day to spend with
me. I’m so sorry…”
He looked so guilty even though it wasn’t his fault, you felt your heart aching
for him. Pranks like this happened year after year, the pranks of April Fool’s
Day preceding birthday wishes.
“Cheer up, Zen! I don’t really have anything to give you right now, but… you
can do anything you want with me!” you beamed.
He stammered, “W-wait, anything I want…?”
Control the beast. Control the beast.
“Yep! If you want someone to clean up your house- since you live alone, or tend
to your every need for a day, I’m here!” you said with determination, pointing
Zen let out a deep breath. Haha, riiight…
He buried his face into his hands. Goddammit, you were just too cute.
She hadn’t expected anyone to do
anything for her birthday O_O
“MC, th-thank you for doing this,” she
murmured softly, cheeks flushing a light pink as she gazed at you with nothing
but gratefulness in her eyes (much to your disappointment, that is)
“You don’t have to thank me~” you
grinned, swinging an arm around her cheekily. “I love you after all~”
She brought a hand to her lips as she let out a soft chuckle, murmuring to
herself quietly, “So this is what it’s like having a best friend… It’s nice to
be cared for.”
Choosing not to comment on that, you laced your fingers through hers, gently
tugging at her hand to drag her towards the train station. “Come on!” you
exclaimed with excitement
The two of you sat next to each other on the train, your head resting on her
shoulder as you shared your music with her, the pair of earbuds connecting the
both of you. The train moved quickly towards the mountains, every bump on the
tracks causing the two of you to press closer to each other. Although you
didn’t mind, a light blush coloured Jaehee’s cheeks
She shyly stared at your reflection in the window, watching as you gradually
nodded off. She gently stroked your hair, soothing you to sleep…
You woke up just in time for your stop, pouting at Jaehee for not waking you up
earlier. The two of you arrived near the peak of a mountain just as the sun
began to set.
“Waaaahhh, I lost so many hours of being able to talk to you by falling asleep!!
Why didn’t you wake me?! I wanted to spend all of your birthday with youuuu…”
you groaned. Your cute antics made her laugh, and you found yourself smiling with
her, noticing how delighted she looked.
Her soft, gentle gaze made you blush a bit, and you quietly walked beside her
on the mountain trail. It was a silent walk, albeit not uncomfortable. Soon,
you neared the warm red-orange hues of the sun, finding an opening behind the
From where the two of you stood, you could see all the way below the mountain…
the surrounding forest of colourful leaves, the stream flowing into the glacial
lake… all under a pinkish-purple sky with rays of light raining upon the view.
It was mesmerizing, and you reached for her hand, grasping it tightly as you
admired the natural scenery together…
While it only lasted a few minutes, it had been a beautiful experience for both
“Thank you, MC… It’s really nice to see something like this, especially since I’m
cooped up in the office most of my days. Although, it does make me appreciate
today even more… I’m glad I got to experience it with you. Oh… you don’t happen
to have another gift, do you? Haha, I
feel like I’ve already received so much from you,” Jaehee murmured, blushing
You fidgeted with your fingers, then pointed at the ribbon in your hair. “I
actually wore this b-because I don’t really have a gift… all I can offer is
Although she stared at you with a lost expression, inside, her heart was H A M
M E R I N G. Even more than it does for
Her fingers trembling, she gently pulled you into a hug, thinking to herself, ‘MC’s too cute and innocent… oh, I really don’t
want anyone else to see her like this… I just… want her all to myself…’
The one word repeated itself in your mind over and over again like a mantra,
beads of sweat rolling down your face as you tried to maintain a smile.
There you were, sitting across from none other than Jumin Han in a high-class…
EMPTY banquet hall. He had reserved the entire place just for the two of you.
“J-Jumin… today is your birthday…
shouldn’t I be treating you?” you asked him nervously, eyes shifting as you
felt awkward in the empty vicinity.
He cocked his head in confusion, “Am I not allowed to take you out somewhere of
my choosing on my birthday?” (sigh, he just doesn’t know how to express that he
wants to spend time with you)
“Well… when you put it like that…” you frowned, still feeling extremely awkward and guilty.
“Then there’s no problem, is there?” he chuckled in amusement, a brief twinkle
in his eyes.
Luckily for you, the tension simmered down to nothing as the hours stretched on
and the conversation flowed through.
The sky was still a fair azure blue when the two of you stepped out, despite
the nearing autumn. “Jumin, I still don’t think it’s right that you’re treating
me when it’s your birthday… Let me make it up to you, pretty please?” you jut
out your lower lip slightly, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
“Hm… what do you have in mind?”
You smiled in relief, then instructed Driver Kim where to go in whispers,
making sure Jumin wouldn’t find out. “Hehe~ It’ll be a quick drive. Put this
on, I don’t want you to find out where we’re headed!” You handed him a black
blindfold, and his breath hitched.
‘What I wouldn’t give to tie that around
MC’s eyes and—‘ he caught himself, shaking off the perverse thought. Instead,
he offered a strained smile as he let MC put it on him, shivering slightly from
the feeling of her fingers in his hair.
The duration of the ride was fairly quiet, as you kept whispering details of
the location to Driver Kim. When you led Jumin out of the car, laughter and
music found its way to his ears. He furrowed his eyebrows, not quite
recognizing these sounds. You finally removed the blindfold from his eyes,
allowing him to see the festival you’d brought him to.
His eyes widened, “This is…?”
“A fireworks festival to celebrate the full moon! It lasts the whole week, and
I’m just glad I could bring you here… I just thought it’d be nice to try
something new,” you explained, blushing shyly at the end.
Jumin felt an overwhelming adoration for you welling up in his chest. He had
never been to a (commoner’s) festival before… let alone celebrate his
birthday in any other way than a fancy dinner…
As excited as you were to drag him around the booths, he ended up dragging you
around, his curiosity getting the best of him as he took interest in each
stall, feeling amazed by everything.
…It was almost sad to see that, by the end of the festival, he still hadn’t won
a single thing from any of the game booths. His lips were curled into a
permanent pout, eyebrows furrowed in determination to shoot at the stuffed cat.
His mock-bullet flew towards the cat! …and knocked off its bow instead.
The old man managing the stall shook his head in pity, “You’ve got some
terrible aim there, young lad… Tell ya what, I’ll just give this bow to you.
Try again next time, buddy.”
Jumin stared at the bow with a frown, wondering what the hell he was even
supposed to do with it. He turned his back on it, stomping off like a kid.
(Zen: hah, what a sore loser!)
You chased after him, grabbing the bow before you left. He seemed to be heading
back to the car where Driver Kim was waiting, and you grabbed his arm before he
crossed the road. “Jumiiin, it’s the first thing you’ve won from a festival,
shouldn’t you cherish it more?”
He scoffed, “I have no use for it. Keep it.”
“Hmmm. Theeen, since I don’t have a gift for you today…” You clipped the bow to
the front of your shirt. “You could have me instead? Hahaha~ Just kiddi-”
His face had neared yours in the middle of your sentence, eyes dark with desire
at your words.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, MC…” he said huskily, staring into your
eyes like he was about to devour you.
Your cheeks flushed red at his words, backing away slightly. At that moment,
Driver Kim pulled up to the curb and you just L EA PED inside.
Startled, Jumin stares after you, bursting out into laughter. Secretly, he
thought to himself, ‘MC never fails to
amuse me… If she was mine… would we able to spend time like this all the time?
“I said NO, dammit, don’t get another duck!”
Seven pouted as he turned his head towards you, his hands still operating the
claw machine. “But MC, all of the prizes are just sooo cute!!”
“There’s no difference,” you deadpanned.
He gasped, HORRIFIED that you would say that! “This one is smiling! And this
one has sunglasses! And this one has its tongue sticking out… and this one has
a wink… What do you mean, there’s no difference? I’m disappointed in you, MC,
Before you could even begin to protest, he winked, “Besides, it’s MY birthday
after all. And you’re my slave for the day~”
At that, you shut up. How did this happen again?
Ah, right. It all started when you had jokingly—ahem, let me say it louder for
the redhead in the back, JOKINGLY said that you’d be Seven’s birthday gift.
Your bedroom door swung open and CRASHED to the floor, awaking you immediately.
“GoOd morning, MC, it’s my BIRTHDAY!” Seven yelled, blowing into a toy trumpet
as he waltzed around your room. It was 7
in the morning. jfc seven, NO.
Not long after you got dressed, he began
pestering you for a gift. Truth to be told, you had no idea that it was his
birthday, so you didn’t have anything prepared… (He’s a hacker, he keeps all
his personal info to himself! It honestly wasn’t your fault)
You rolled your eyes, taking a red pen and drawing a ribbon on your wrist. “Well,
you could always have me as your present instead…”
His eyes shone, and you already regretted letting those words leave your mouth.
Back to present time, you were walking around the arcade, holding all of
Seven’s prizes in large bags…
Grumbling, you muttered, “I still don’t know why I have to do this…”
He paused in his steps, cocking his head to face you as he smirked, “Would you
have preferred to be a different kind of slave for me, hmm, MC~?”
Hey! If you haven't done this already, can I get some very romantic and fluffy and just SWEET HC's for Saeyoung. I need some Saeyoung fluff rn~
~I mean, I have, ahha. But..Sure, no problem! ^^ I’m always up for more Saeyoung fluff
Carries around photos of you wherever he goes
To show them off
Loves to give foot rubs
He lives for it
When you get home from a hard day he sits down on the couch next to you and motions for you to hand him your feet
He rubs them while you talk whether it’s complaining or just gossip and he listens intently
Sometimes he makes fun and says they smell and you just kick him lightly or hold them closer to his face haha
Loves to plant kisses just underneath your ears on your neck, it’s the spot he goes to if you’re busy cooking/working or really whenever
Tickle wars are a thing for you two
You guys build things together sometimes and Saeyoung thinks it is so cute to see you working and thinking as you create with him
When he is overly stressed out, his favorite thing to calm down is laying his head in your lap and having your fingers brushed through his hair or massage his scalp
He also LOVES hand massages, since they hurt a lot due to the work he does
You always hold hands when you guys go out
A lot of times you guys end up planning a meal together, messing around in the grocery store while you gather ingredients and then you cook together, Saeyoung is getting pretty proud of his vegetable chopping abilities but you still have to watch him closely because he always ends up trying to chop way too fast to prove his skill and you don’t want him losing a finger
If you’re stressed or upset he will throw on some music and pull you in for a dance in the living room
Or he strolls out in one of his silly costumes and role plays with you to try and get you to laugh and smile
Request: could you do 100. ‘Sit, relax, I won’t bite.’ and 96. ‘You’re so cute when you’re sleeping.’ with Peter Parker?
100. Sit, relax, I won’t bite.
96. You’re so cute when you’re sleeping.
Warnings: This is super cute. I also said fucking and prick and yeah
You stormed into your friend’s apartment, fuming with resentment. Pausing in the kitchen to greet Aunt May before marching to Pete’s bedroom door; knocking twice. You flattened your shirt a bit, then stared down the wood door until it opened.
“(Y/n),” Peter laughed “did you, did you get my-”
“Yes,” you pierced “I got your prank.”
“Ah, haha, tell me what his face looked like.” Pete laughed on, crossing his arms, shuffling back to let you enter the room.
You sighed and walked in slowly, shutting the door behind you. “Peter you can’t dose my homeroom teacher in canola oil and ask what his fucking face looked like.”
“Yes I can.” he fell into a seated position on the bed “I just did.”
You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms and continued “How did you know my locker combination? How did you even know we were doing locker inspection today?” you pried.
“You told me,” Peter paused and smiled “both things.”
“I-” you stopped and looked around the room. Your arms drooped to your sides and you chuckled quaintly
“His face was livid.” you finished.
Peter couldn’t help but below with a distinct laughter. You loved to hear it; a rarity that never happened. He was such a shy kid, but never when he was in his own space.
“Alright, okay, I’m sorry.” he started “I didn’t mean to dose your homeroom teacher with canola oil.”
Peter smirked “It was originally for you, Ms. (L/n).”
“Oh you are a prick, Mr. Parker.” you groan but had a goof smile of your own. “Your jokes won’t get you out of this one.”
Peter winked at you “Please, ma’am,”
You knew exactly what he was going to say.
“Sit, relax. I won’t bite.” patting the seat next to himself on the bed.
Though every time he said it, you couldn’t begin to catch all the butterflies in your stomach even with a fishnet.
“You know, Pete,” you drawled, taking his offer and plopping down beside him “I fear one day you will.”
You allowed yourself to tumble backward so you could rest on your back.
Peter poked your hip gently “I don’t know. I’m considering veganism.”
You hummed a laugh and turned away from him, pawing at a pillow and pulling it to your chest.
“Why don’t you have a nap, and rest off that pent up energy?” Pete suggested politely.
“Why would I nap here.” You mumbled, your eyes already slipping closed.
“Because you’re so cute when you’re sleeping.” Peter said bluntly
Your eyes pried open and you lifted your face from the pillow slightly.
About to reply, you opened your mouth but Peter beat you to it.
“Plus I want to watch your every move and take notes for my diary that I have dedicated to you. You might want to move the pillow, too. I want to have a clear look at your face so I can update my sketch log of you, also.”
You didn’t waste time swinging the pillow around to make contact with his face, you both laughing in unison the entire time.
(A/n): I seriously don’t know anything anymore. Help. How do I write gooder
“Armie, I’ve had many scenes with him and he’s such a nice guy, he’s lovely. And he makes me laugh everyday, he’s really funny. I think he knows if we’ve been out in the cold, you know, we’ve done some tough scenes in the past couple of weeks now but he kind of keeps the mood up, he brings out his guitar…”- Alicia Vikander
Even though it technically stopped being day two 12 minutes ago for me, here I am!
Day 2: Honey/Tomato
“What about Honey?”
“What about honey?” Chloé responded through gritted teeth, taking a brief moment to glare at him out of the corner of her eye. Less than a second later her eyes were on the road again and Nathanaël was thankful she was at least a good driver. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been extremely hesitant to get in a car with Chloé Bourgeois behind the wheel, but his mind had quickly been set at ease when he’d realized she wasn’t an absolute maniac on the road.
“Oh come on,” he said, “that’s a pretty common pet name.”
“That doesn’t make it any good! It’s so sappy and sticky and gross!”
MHA AU where everything is the same, except the other kids use All Might merch to bribe Bakugou into doing random little things for them
Kaminari is the first one to figure it out.
he’s tapping Bakugou on the shoulder during free period. nervously, he asks “Hey Bakugou, could you help me study for the next test?”
and before Bakugou can fire off an angry retort, there’s suddenly an All Might themed mechanical pencil shoved in his face, decorated with the name of the hero’s attacks in bold, comic style script, complete with a tiny little keychain in the shape of All Might’s hair and eyes. Bakugou’s mouth snaps shut.
“I’ll even give you this cool looking pencil I found, dude!! So please, please, pleeeaaase, could you help me? Some of this stuff makes absolutely no sense to me, dude!! I’d ask Yaoyozaru, but she’s already got like, half the class asking her…” Kaminari voice trails off as he notices for the first time that Bakugou isn’t responding to him. Rather, he’s still staring at the pencil in Kaminari’s hand.
A beat passes.
“Uh, Bakugou…? Dude?”
Bakugou seems to snap out of whatever trance he was in, and snatches the pencil from Kaminari. He growls, subdued, and huffs. “Yeah, sure, fine. Meet me in the dorms later, I’ll make you study until your fucking face melts off.”
Kaminari laughs awkwardly, a drop of sweat dripping down the side of his face. “Haha, well, if you say so? As long as I can pass the next test?”
He’s seriously starting to regret this decision. But it’s too late now, he supposes. Ah well.
Later on, after Kaminari is exhausted from a study session with Bakugou–he looks like a zombie, one of the students cry as he walks in–he shares what he learned with Kirishima.
He’s sitting next to Kaminari on the couch, patting him on the shoulder and laughing. “You shoulda expected this, dude.” He says cheerfully, not seeming to mind the state his friend is in.
“Yeah. I should’ve….” Kaminari’s voice cracks from exhausted fear, as he leans heavily into the armrest of the couch.
“But you learned a lot, right?”
“Yeah, I did…” Kaminari replies. And then his mind goes back to earlier, when he first asked Bakugou for help. How easy it was….
He sits up against the couch, and puts a hand to his chin in thought. “It was actually really easy to get Bakugou to agree to it, though. Way easier than I expected.”
“Well…” Kirishima pauses, and asks, “What’d you say when you asked him?”
Kirishima runs a hand through his disheveled hair, scratching his head in thought. “That’s the weird thing tho. I offered him a pencil. Just a regular old All Might themed mechanical pencil. But then second he saw it, he got quiet and kept staring at it.”
“Hell,” his voice raises in volume along, with his feelings of incredulous disbelief, “He even snatched the thing outta my hand!!”
There’s a silence.
“Maybe…” Kirishima begins, slowly. “Maybe he really likes All Might?”
Kaminari shakes his head, baffled. “But you’ve seen how he acts with sensei!! He’s always really grumpy or glaring or whatever. He never seems happy!!”
Kirishima tilts his head to the side in thought, and finally shrugs. “Well. Maybe we could test it?”
“Test if Bakugou really likes All Might?”
“Test if Bakugou really likes All Might merchandise, at least.”
Kaminari gives him a look of uncertainty, but finally relents. “All right dude. I’m not sure if this’ll work, but go for it.”
Kirishima smiles widely at his friend, and offers a comforting thumbs up in response.
The next day, Bakugou is quietly sitting at his desk when Kirishima walks up to him. Before he can open his mouth, Bakugou grunts, “What do you want?”
Kirishima smiles, undaunted. “I heard you’re helping Kaminari study. Could I get some of that help too, bro?”
Bakugou growls, “That was just a one time–”
Before he can finish his sentence, something is shoved in his face. Again.
It’s an All Might themed card. And not just a regular one, either, but a holographic one. It looks rare, or new. Bakugou’s mouth snaps shut.
“I’ll even give you this super manly card I got the other day if you help me out, dude!!”
He doesn’t comment on the way Bakugou’s eyes fixate on the card. Or on the way Bakugou doesn’t immediately respond to his words. Or how Bakugou grabs the card out of his hand, in a way that’s both harsh and gentle, so as to not rip the fragile material.
He doesn’t comment until after Bakugou fixes him with his red eyed stare, and huffs to himself, and finally says “Whatever. I won’t go easy on you, Kirishima. Meet me in the student dorms after class. I’ll make you study until your eyes start bleeding.”
Kirishima lets the threat slide off him, and gives the boy an enthusiastic fist pump. “Cool!! Thanks a lot, dude!!”
“And tell drooly not to miss it, either.” Bakugou mutters, covertly holding the card towards himself.
Kirishima smiles and nods. “Alright, I’ll remind him. Thanks again!!” With those last words, he turns to head back to his desk, feeling accomplished.
When he finally sits down, Kaminari is already hounding his desk. “So? How’d it go?” He asks.
“Surprisingly… well?” Kirishima shrugs happily.
“What does that mean?!”
“He took the card, dude. Practically ripped it out of my hand and, like, cradled it. I think he actually really likes All Might.”
Kaminari scratches his neck. “Then… why does he always act so angry towards him?”
Kirishima crosses his arms in thought. “Well… maybe…. it’s just one of those things where sometimes you don’t get along with person you admire?” He shrugs again, and smiles. “But whatever. I’ve got a study session with you and Bakugou later, and he told me to remind you.”
Kaminari’s face pales. “Oh no… I’m not sure if I could take another study session with that monster.”
Kirishima laughs at his friend’s dramatics. “C’mon dude, it can’t be that bad, can it?”
He may end up regretting those words later.
Ah well. At least they know something about Bakugou they didn’t before. That’s worth something, right?
// Woop, just a little Jihoon drabble it’s something I posted before but I deleted it rip
// Jihoon x Reader
// Fluffy fluff
// Word Count: 677
// Admin Chae
The bell rang signaling the start of your lunch period. You picked up your notebooks and pens, decorated in cute cartoons, and shoved them into your bag carelessly. You walked towards the hallway looking for your best friend Jihoon who you always ate lunch with. You checked the hallways that were practically empty after everyone had raced to the lunch line but couldn’t see Jihoon anywhere. You decided to take a walk around the school in hope of running into him.
The air outside was the perfect temperature. Not too cold and not too hot with a warm breeze making a slight mess of your hair. You closed your eyes and lifted your head in the direction of the sky soaking in the gentle sunlight.
You continued walking, admiring the beautiful flowers that inhabited the center of the courtyard. Allowing yourself to drift off into your endless daydreams had become a bad habit of yours so it was no surprise when you snapped back into reality and were facing the hard cement. You heard the chuckles of a few students who had also been roaming around during their lunch hour, but you paid no mind. You pushed yourself up and dusted your hands off. You checked yourself for any injuries and turned your attention to a medium sized scrape on your knee. You sighed to yourself, not because of the sting but because of the number of pants you’ve already ruined due to your clumsiness.
You continued looking for Jihoon, not caring to clean up you minor injury. You had already walked through the courtyard and now found yourself walking through the English hallway when you ran into Jihoon.
“Sorry I wasted half of our lunch. I had something to do in the library.” he said to you, a sorry smile plastered on his face.
“Haha it’s ok. I got to take a relaxing walk without you nagging me about studying,” you joked.
“Well you should be studying more.” he mumbled under his breath, looking down at his feet. “(Y/N), you hurt yourself again didn’t you?”
“Huh?” you were sincerely confused until you recalled the incident that happened just moments before you found Jihoon, “Oh yeah. I tripped again hehe.” you smiled, scratching the back of your head while giving him the short explanation.
“You’re clumsier than a child,” he let out an exasperated sigh. Jihoon took your hand into his and gently pulled you towards a nearby bench and sat you down. He positioned himself in front of you looking as if he were about to propose, but instead he opened his bag and pulled out a small, white box. He took out a cleansing wipe, an ointment, and a bandaid. Your face turned a slight red thinking about Jihoon carrying this in his bag just to take care of you. He carefully cleansed and covered your cut and got back up.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you..haha…” you let out a nervous chuckle suddenly feeling your heart beat against your chest.
He simply looked at you and smirked. “You’d probably be cut up all the time.” his smirk slowly turned into a small frown, “You really should take better care of yourself, (Y/N).”
It happened again. Your heart practically beating itself out of your chest.
“I know. I’m sorry for worrying you all the time. You even bring a tiny aid kit for me. I really don’t know what I’d do without you…” your voice trailed off as you apologized to him.
“Well you don’t need to worry about that because I’ll always be here to take care of you.” Jihoon quickly realized what he had just said and his ears turned a bright red matching your cheeks. He cleared his throat and flicked your forehead.
“Ow! What was that for!?”
“You probably didn’t even eat while waiting for me did you?” Jihoon nagged. Your stomach growled just to support his accusation. “C’mon let’s go eat.” he took your hand in his once again and led you to the lunchroom.