sirius seeing all the tumblr posts about loving the moon and how the moon is beautiful and demanding lily to tell him how to send a mass hex through the “web” to people openly flirting with his moony or romanticizing the full moon
Commotion in the kitchen during the
dark hours of the morning had become more or less of a normal
occurrence at the UA dorms– a malfunctioning quirk, the microwave
catching on fire, dishes crashing to the floor, small explosions. The
Even so, it was a relief when nobody
had come downstairs to investigate the minor sonic boom that occurred
at 3:42 am that Tuesday.
In battle, Bakugo’s reaction time was a
force to be reckoned with. This fact, Eijirou discovered, also held
true when someone spooks him in the kitchen at 4 in the morning.
Chunks of charred fruit slide down the
walls as a series of angry half-whispers fill the otherwise silent
It was debatable if all of the insults
hurled at him were worthwhile, since Eijirou was still recovering
from the shock of what had just happened, while simultaneously trying
to remember where he was and how he got there.
Middle of the night, hungry. Kitchen.
Now there are mango chunks on the wall and I’m sitting on the floor.
…Bakugo likes mangoes?
Bakugo is screaming at me, which is
His hair is matted. He must sleep on
his right side.
“Oi, sharkface, quit grinning at me
like an idiot!”
And I’m grinning at him like an
The room is silent for a moment until Bakugo heaves a sigh and extends an arm towards the victim of his outburst, offering to help him up.
“Help me clean this up before somebody comes down here and finds us, hair-for-brains.”
Eijirou smiles again. The sleepiness is beginning to seep back into his body, clouding his brain, but he remembers the last thing the thought clearly.