This Is Basically A Shitpost And Its Gotten More Attention Than A Few Of My Better Posts And I Just Want

This is basically a shitpost and it’s gotten more attention than a few of my better posts and I just want to say I respect that

I just want you to know that if class 1-A had to pair up for sit-ups, I would be with Bakugo so I could sit on his feet and rest my arms on his knees. Then I'd rest my cheek on my arms with a smirk and watch the flustered blush on his pretty face deepen each time he rose up—inches from my face. He'd finally be all ‟The hell are you doing?‟ And I'd smile, rising up a little to meet him as he came up from another sit up. He'd act tough but we all know his heart would be skipping like the classic school girl with a fat crush and he'd pout, lips inches from mine. I'd tilt my head to make that space a mere centimeter then, I'd flick my eyes up to his and smile. ‟Your feet smell like ass.‟ And I'd run away as he tried to kill me.

Fun My Hero Academia Headcannons I Have

(Most of these are probably gonna end up in my story btw)

Tokoyami works at his parents' flower-shop whenever they need help and he never used to like it all that much but it's kinda grown (haha) on him. His favorite flowers are like deep purple daisies. That's why him and Shinso are friends cause he likes his purple eyes lol. (Also cause they like to silently coexist together and read poetry)

Koda loves volunteering at the local animal shelter and started when he was like 10. However, he was too scared to do it on his own so his childhood bestfirend Shoji decided to volunteer with him. They both volunteer in their free time together now.

Ochako hates and I mean HATES Alexa. Ya know, the Amazon at home assistant person. She doesn't have one but she visited someone who did (Like Yaoyorozu or somn) and Alexa just started talking randomly and freaked the girl out. So now the brunette is on high alert around the device and will tell her to shut up if she ever starts speaking. It's like a one-sided rivalry.

Bakugo not liking sweets is partially true. He doesn't like them all the time, but when he's in the mood for them, the boy will eat a whole ass wedding cake, kay. He loves food and experimenting with flavors and whatever. Also loves cinnamon cause that just makes sense. He is always happy to have a cinnamon treat. He loves those nasty cinnamon candies that old people eat. He's a grandpa.

Ida used to hate orange juice but because of his quirk he needs to drink it a lot. I say he still doesn't like it that much but, ya know, a hero's gotta do what a hero's gotta do.

Kirishima loves the smell of baby powder and I don't know why. He just does and he will powder himself after every shower because I said so.

Tsu loves crocheting and knitting. She makes the cutest mushrooms and gives a lot of them to Todoroki because he thinks they're cute but doesn't really know how to tell her that. She also taught the girl's how to crochet cause they love the mushrooms too. Honestly, everyone loves the mushrooms cause how could they not? (Aizawa is secretly a big fan of them. He has a couple floating around in his sleeping bag)

We don't like him and we probably all hate to think about it, but, under the wretched perverted mess, Mineta is a hopeless romantic. Emphasis on hopeless cause that boy ain't getting a gal if he keeps up his ways. Deep deep deep deep DEEP down, he wants to change and, when he gets older, he will, I hope... Maybe he'll find a nice girl who sets him straight and helps him grow and move away from his perverted ways? That would be nice.

Midoriya likes the Backstreet Boys cause Inko loves them and they bonded over that all of the time when he was little. Now whenever they're cleaning they have fun jam sessions. It's the cutest thing in the world and also low-key cringey but, ehh, who cares?

Jiro likes to pretend she hates romance but she secretly likes the thought of it. However, seeing people kiss is gross, but imagining it is different... for some reason…

Bakugo doesn’t do up his top button because the uniform shirt doesn’t stretch over his massive badonkers, and I will not be accepting criticism.

There are very few power moves as powerful as someone tickling you during a play fighting match and you just watching them straight faced because they are a fool and you are unbeatable

Could you imagine if Bakugo Katsuki—little needy stinky boi that he is—was too shy to tell you how he really feels but he couldn’t STAND the idea of being a COWARD so he decides to confess to you in a different language. (I was thinking French cause he hears Aoyama speaking it and he’s all like “Yeah, I can speak croissant, whatever” but you think what you’d like.)

He confesses to you in this language, right, and it’s not just a simple ily or whatever, it’s this super cute super poetic confession he’s been working on for WEEKS! It would be a crime not to hear it, honestly, it’s so out of character and so soft and thoughtful—He says it to your back, mumbling it under his breath like an insult and you FREEZE because, unbeknownst to him, you speak this language and, unbeknownst to him, you also have a raging crush on his fine ass. So, unexpectedly for him, you mumble a response back—a cute little response to his poem and you do it in the language he’s speaking. He isn’t sure what you said, but he recognizes a few words so he KNOWS it was the same language he just spoke and—shjeiehdhrieeimxl! Please he’s be so blushy and embarrassed and so freaking cute!

I just want you to know that if class 1-A had to pair up for sit-ups, I would be with Bakugo so I could sit on his feet and rest my arms on his knees. Then I'd rest my cheek on my arms with a smirk and watch the flustered blush on his pretty face deepen each time he rose up—inches from my face. He'd finally be all ‟The hell are you doing?‟ And I'd smile, rising up a little to meet him as he came up from another sit up. He'd act tough but we all know his heart would be skipping like the classic school girl with a fat crush and he'd pout, lips inches from mine. I'd tilt my head to make that space a mere centimeter then, I'd flick my eyes up to his and smile. ‟Your feet smell like ass.‟ And I'd run away as he tried to kill me.