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Happy Birthday Draco!  (– 5 June, 1980)

demolition lovers (9) [sneak peak]

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A heart.

The bed is in the shape of a heart.

Shouto doesn’t know what to think of it.

“Wow,” Izuku says, a disbelieving laugh threatening to spill out of his mouth. “The receptionist really wasn’t joking.”

Shouto remains silent. He forcibly pries his gaze away from the bed—it’s covered in red rose petals—and looks around the room.

It is larger than the average bedroom, but smaller than Izuku’s apartment. There are couches at the foot of the bed, framing a fuzzy red carpet, and a large flat screen TV hangs from the wall, sleek black and probably brand new.

Their temporary abode looks comfortable, at least.

Shouto tears his gaze away, nearly choking when he notices a jacuzzi to the left of the bed, already filled with warm water and sprinkled with red and white rose petals. On the wall, above the jacuzzi, is a white banner with the word Congratulations scrawled in English, bordered with the outlines of stereotypical wedding bells and wedding rings.

Shouto is oddly mesmerized by it.

Shouto walks to the jacuzzi and sits at the edge. He picks up a white rose petal. “It’s real.”

He doesn’t know if he’s talking about the petal or their current predicament.

anonymous asked:

Honestly if pyro turns out to be anything other than a sentient giant balloonicorn I'm gonna be low key disappointed

Now that is a truly magical headcanon I could believe in.

You are the dancing queen, 

who replaces spleens, 

dominating the DDR machine.