Midoriya: Rules Were Made To Be Broken

Midoriya: rules were made to be broken

Aizawa: yeah well bones weren’t

Kaminari *dials 911*

Kaminari: hey i hate to be “that guy” but i glued myself to the ceiling again

Uraraka , dumping out a shopping bag full of Lunchables onto the table: Tonight, we feast.

Hard

Taking from several of my Kaminari headcanons I made this dramatic angst so enjoy? (x)(x)

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It was a warm summer’s evening, a few days before they would be returning to UA, when Kaminari turned up unannounced on Kirishima’s doorstep. The trepidation glinting in the whites of his eyes outshone the dazzling smile he put on, and Eijirou noticed he looked a little paler than usual under the smattering of freckles across his nose.

After he had come in and said a quick hello to the rest of the Kirishimas, they headed up to Eijirou’s bedroom. Scruffily labelled cardboard boxes were stacked up in one corner and clean rectangles of brighter colour remained on the walls, a homage to the posters that had lived there for years.

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Kaminari bad at flirting: I like your name

Shinsou equally as bad: Thanks, I got it for my birthday

All might pointing at Midoriya hero notebook: why do you have a diary,

Midoriya : it’s to keep secrets from my computer