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                  truth   be   told ,   he didn’t expect anyone too overly enthusiastic about it ,  considering after all the research he’s done on it .   ❛  do you think we can summon ghosts with it ?  ❜

“ that’s what it’s supposed to do. then you can ask all sorts of cool questions! there’s got to be ghosts of students past here, don’t you think? “  maybe that was a bit morbid, but it wouldn’t work if there weren’t ghosts and that wouldn’t be any fun.  “ just have to make sure to say goodbye at the end, or they’re free to roam and terrorize us. “  denki’s voice took on a spooky tone.

* pick-a-fight meme

‘ could you shut up for five minutes? ’

‘ i have a better idea. why don’t you walk home? ’

‘ so what? ’

‘ i don’t give a shit. ’

‘ aw, did i hurt your wittle feelings? ’

‘ are you serious! ’

‘ how could you let this happen! ’

‘ kiss. my. ass. ’

‘ oh, did i do that? silly me. ’

‘ one more word and i’ll burn your breakfast. don’t test me. ’

‘ admit it. i was right. ’

‘ get out. ’

‘ you’re wrong and you know it. ’

‘ yeah? make me. ’

‘ better let an expert handle this one. ’

‘ i hope you get sunburn! ’ 

‘ i hope you get frostbite! ’

‘ have fun getting home. ’

‘ hope you’re happy, asshole. ’

‘ get your hands out of my face. ’

‘ sorry, what was that? i couldn’t hear you over the bullshit. ’

‘ un-fucking-believable. ’ 

‘ forget it. i’ll do it myself. ’

‘ hey, fuck you! ’

‘ jesus, it was a joke. get over yourself. ’

‘ i hope you step on a lego. ’

‘ you’re leaving. right now. ’

‘ eat my shorts. ’

‘ this blows! ’ 

‘ don’t tempt me. ’ 

Send ¡ for my muse to call yours suddenly, panicked and possibly in pain.

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rough touch -- deku with one of your traitor aus

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29. Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

Kirishima had been dreading this moment, being found out as the traitor. He knew it had to come out eventually, no matter how careful he was, his classmates and teachers weren’t stupid. As much as it made sense for Izuku to be the one to figure it out, it seemed like a worst case scenario, just behind Bakugou finding out. But of course if Izuku knew he’d tell the others, and everyone would know how much of a despicable coward he was. It’s not like he could explain things to him, Izuku was one of the manliest and most heroic people he knew. Izuku idolized All Might, the very man that the League of Villains was trying to kill, and Kirishima was helping them. No explanation would be good enough.

So he had panicked, punched Izuku with a hardened fist right to the sternum. And if Izuku had any doubts, he surely wouldn’t now. But maybe he could get away and leave the school. And go where? He suddenly wondered as he tried to run past Izuku. The League would have no use for him if he was no longer at UA, and Shigaraki had killed his uncle. He’d be caught immediately if he tried to go to his parents. He felt Izuku grab onto his shirt to yank him back, and Kirishima skidded on hardened skin before jumping up, arm arcing out to throw another punch. Izuku was coming back at him to, jumping through the air to meet him with his new shoot style. 

It was then that Kirishima wondered what exactly he was doing trying to fight Izuku. His green haired classmate had that same look of steeled determination as he came at him, which hurt, but less so than the knowledge that he deserved it. He didn’t want to do this anymore, he’d tried to stop after Kamino, so why was he fighting to get away? Maybe it would be better this way. He could go to jail and the rest of his classmates could move on and become heroes without him. The fight leaving him, Kirishima deactivated his quirk, but it was too late and Izuku’s foot made contact with his right forearm, a loud snap echoing as the bones in his arm crumpled against his classmate’s power without the protection of his own quirk. Kirishima yelled out in pain, stumbling back and curling in on himself as unfamiliar white hot pain shot up his arm. He’d never broken a bone before, but as much as this hurt, Kirishima knew it was the least of what he deserved. 

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t want to, I’m sorry.”  Kirishima sank to his knees, cradling his arm as tears finally broke. The words of apology weren’t nearly enough, but he couldn’t stop them from tumbling out of his mouth. 

             denki leaned forward to look into the box. he hadn’t expected todoroki of all people to have a ouija board, but he grins in excitement all the same.  “ ooh, i’ve always wanted to try one of these! i know how they work though, i can help! “ 

                  in   his   hands ,   there’s a ouija board in a box .   ❛  i heard people do this around halloween time    …    &   i want to try it myself .  ❜   todoroki that is a very bad idea .

¡ hhh gimme kirishima

Send ¡ for my muse to call yours suddenly, panicked and possibly in pain.

“ Aizawa sensei! “  Kirishima sighed in relief, only just realizing how worried he’d been that the older man wouldn’t answer.  “ I think Bakugou has a fever or something, and it’s making his quirk act up! “  He sounded out of breath as he hurried back up the stairs, letting Todoroki run ahead and trying to ignore the pounding in his head.  “ I tried to help, but then his quirk started up and he’s hot from the fever, so the explosion was kind of big for indoors... “  Kirishima had only heard one other explosion, but he knew at least the window had been broken.  

“ He kinda accidentally blew me through the window. I was just standing in the wrong place! I only fell down to Todoroki’s balcony, so I don’t probably not that hurt. But I think we’ll need help with Bakugou. But Todoroki is going to help me, so we can try again. “  And with the explosion there was bound to be most of his other classmates around now.