GUYS I HAVE A NEW FAVORITE CHARACTER NOWW!! KATSUKI BAKUGOU WHO? NEITO MONOMA? WHO'S THAT? I ONLY KNOW
GUYS I HAVE A NEW FAVORITE CHARACTER NOWW!! KATSUKI BAKUGOU WHO? NEITO MONOMA? WHO'S THAT? I ONLY KNOW TOUYA TODOROKI!! (jk I still love my blondes)

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You’re an underground pro hero and you get invited to a heroes event. There are all sorts of paparazzi and media there snapping pictures, recording, and interviewing the heroes.
After the event, you’re watching back an interview you did and you notice Hawks walking by in the background and he stops and looks at you like you’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life.
In one of his interviews, you walk by and he pauses to pass you a glance and he turns back to the camera like “Who is that? 😳🥵”

after the war, katsuki had amassed a fanbase. even in the school itself, he'd find himself being chased down every period.
saying he hated it was an understatement. he hated not only being followed and judged, but being late to his classes? that was the final straw.
you slammed your head against the desk in your now empty classroom. math was your weakest subject and you'd just failed another test..
with a 70%. oh, the horror.
deflated and upset, you sunk your weight against the desk. only to jump up in surprise as you found yourself eye to eye with bakugo himself.
"h--"
"be my girlfriend really quick."
"what?!"
he pulled you up with surprising gentleness, pulling you to the door and opening it, the dozens of eyes staring at you. more specifically, staring at the way bakugo's hand was intertwined with yours.
"my girlfriend doesn't appreciate your bullshit. and neither do i."
he pulled you with him, walking you down the hallway as you heard the groans and grievances of his fan girls. he finally stopped in front of the stairs, letting you free your hand now moist from his sweaty palms.
"uh.. if you help me with this shit, i can tutor you or whatever." he had a hand behind his head as he now looked into your eyes.
you barely needed to contemplate it. spend time with your crush and get your grade up?
you stuck the pinkie of your hand out, "i'm in!"
he scoffed, a soft smile on his face as he intertwined your pinkie in his.
little did you know, you had him wrapped around your pinkie in more ways than one.

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I miss them so damn much :((((
𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (part 2)
They used to say to never whistle at night, or go out at the forest alone. Never respond back when you hear your name being called with the familiar voice of someone close to you, because it’s not that person you think it is. If you saw something, no you didn’t. If you heard something, no you didn’t.
But you did, you responded, because that distant voice sounded so much like your friend’s. Never look at the trees at night, but how could you not?
The moment you turned to look, a pair of glowing blue eyes were staring back at you, like scorching blue flames ready to set the forest ablaze. He watched you from the distance, a devilish smirk creeping up his face while his sharp long nails scartched the tree nearby.
Pretend to not see. Walk calmly back to your house. If you run, if you acknowledge his presence, he’ll come to catch you. The demon will haunt you and catch you.
You froze, and the demon’s eyes flared in excitement. Shapeshifted in a human form, he stood tall, eyes shining under his raven bangs, those spiky dark hair on his head. The darkness had approached, the forest had fallen silent, and the demon’s presence weighed heavily.
He called your name again, but this time the voice was distorted, it didn’t sound like your friend’s voice anymore, it sounded deeper, scarier, demonic. You turned back, heading home as panic enveloped your whole body. Refusing to acknowledge him, refusing to respond to him again.
His voice seemed to come now from all directions, echoing through the forest and trees, but you didn’t turn your head once, too scared to face him again.
“I can smell your fear. I know you saw me, little thing. I know you heard me, come back to me won’t you?”

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