I Desperately Hope Chihiro And Haku Meet Again In The Future

mad respect for hawks for putting up with endeavor's bullshit

why didnt aizawa wear a santa hat when he visited the class 1a christmas party >:(

AIZAWA WITH HIS HAIR TIED UP RAHHHH 🗣🗣

i die a little bit inside when i realise they never do this again

ᯓ★ help, i'm still at the restaurant

kaminari x gn!reader

(loosely) based on right where you left me by taylor swift

pt.2

it took ages for you to say yes to denki.

ever since first year, he'd always had eyes on you. frankly, you found him immature. his childish antics were funny to watch, yes, but it gets old after a while.

it wasn't until second year when he'd stopped being friends with mineta and grew up a little. he stopped goofing around in class and pushed himself to be a better hero.

you'd said yes to him at the end of second year.

it wasn't long until you made it official. everyone at ua and their mothers knew you were dating. you went on dates so frequently it was like you saw him every day. he'd lend you his jacket, pull out your chair for you, the sidewalk rule, everything. his friends were all so jealous.

denki was the perfect boyfriend.

until he wasn't.

about a month into your relationship, you found your dates becoming more and more infrequent. you'd be lucky if you even saw him once outside class every week. suddenly you were the one always wanting to hang out, when all he wanted to do was game with his friends.

you didn't understand. was it you? were you not putting enough effort into the relationship? now that you think about it, he'd been planning a lot of the dates. maybe you should plan one. show him you care just as much as he does.

you decide to text him.

hey denki, how about we go out for dinner this weekend?

in true denki fashion, he replies within ten minutes.

sorry babe, i'm busy this weekend. maybe next?

you frown. he said he was busy last weekend, but he'd stayed in his dorm playing games all day.

not wanting to lose his attention, you reply quickly.

great! i can book dinner. how about 6:30 on saturday at the restaurant down the street?

you press send, biting your lip worriedly.

he likes your message.

you sigh and flop down on your bed.

saturday couldn't come fast enough.

as you look at yourself in the mirror, hair and outfit perfect, you smile.

today was going to be perfect. it had to be.

you make your way down the street, to the restaurant. it was a quiet place, where denki had taken you on your first date. there's a knot in your stomach as the waiter walks up to you.

"reservation under y/n, for two, please," you couldn't help the shakiness in your voice.

the waiter smiles and leads you to a table.

you send a text to denki.

hey, i'm here.

we're seated next to the window, with the potted plants.

you put your phone down and busy yourself with the menu, trying and failing to ignore the knots growing in your stomach.

minutes tick by, and you couldn't resist sending a few more messages.

hey, where are you?

text me when you can.

i'm getting worried.

panic surges in your throat. he couldn't have forgotten, could he?

people have started to look at you. you can feel the pity in their burning stares, and you try to blink back your tears. shame washes over you as you type:

please respond

where are you

denki?

is everything okay?

text when you can.

two hours later, you're done. packing up your bag, you send a few more messages, your tears blurring your vision, embarrassment a heavy weight in your chest.

fuck you, denki.

we're done.

pt.2 here

i’m so normal about baby shouto and big brother touya

the devil is real

and he's not a little red men with horns and a tail

he can be beautiful.

i want to see legolas with his hair tied up with a bow like lucius malfoy

he’s right 🐮🍫

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO IS POSITIVE MASCULINITY AT ITS FINEST AND IS THE REASON I LIVE AND BREATHE TODAY