Deku's Fights Be Like...

Deku's fights be like...

Toga: A beautiful day begins with a beautiful mindset.

Deku: Ah, that explains why all my days are so messed up.

Toga: But-

Deku: I will talk to you after I find out what this 'beautiful midset' you talk about is.

Toga: Deku-

Deku, holding up middle fingers: See you never, bitch.

KamiJirou

Kaminari: Hey, can I tell you a joke about my dick?

Jirou: Hm?

Kaminari: Nevermind, it's too long.

Jirou: Can I tell you a pun about my virginity?

Kaminari:

Jirou:

Kaminari:

Jirou: Nevermind, you will never get it.

Kaminari: Alright, first of all-

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A Nighttime Snack

As the grandfather horologe on Julia’s dormitory wall tinkled 2 am, she rose from the reasonable comfort of her cot, her beddings lounging messily all over. 

Rubbing her eyes groggily, she hastily untangled her legs the mayhem of her sheets. As she planted her feet on the icy floor, the cold titillated her toes, generating a shiver to encompass throughout her body. 

The cold winter breeze drifting from her extensive window didn’t seem to help matters, either. Seizing a considerably soft sheet, she enveloped herself within and made to seal the lattice. 

Tiptoeing past her snoring roommate, she concluded that she despised winters; they often got her cold, which in turn dressed her ill. 

Did I mention that she gets unwell easily? I thought not. 

Her eyes eventually adjusted to the heavy darkness as she blandly barred the door behind her as not to awaken the students in the dormitory. She descended down the right side of the staircase, as the left often tended to grate under her weight, as light as she was. 

She crossed the teachers’ antechamber where her calculus professor’s snores were overheard even to her, the crisp, vacated staffroom where her test papers sat, ungraded, the boy’s dormitory, and eventually reached the kitchen.

Ah, the kitchen. 

Julia was eternally quite appended to the kitchen, where she spent diverse nights grinding gratifying croissants, with the chocolate sauce trickling down her chin, opera cakes, their strawberry-tops never failing to make her mouth water, mille-feuilles, their pastry-fillings coating her cheeks, and not once getting caught. 

Tonight, however, she shuffled towards the fridge, the glorious food crate which had never disappointed to fill her stomach. She pulled it open and immediately locked her eyes on a packet of chocolate milk. Mouth watering, she held out her hands and seized her midnight snack for today, eyeing it like predator ogling prey. 

She crumpled down at the corner of her kitchen, settling herself in the track between the deferred portion of the lofty roof and the ledge, overlooking the display of the quiet, eerie city inferior to her outdoors of the kitchen’s leading glass panes. 

Sipping into her glass of chocolate milk, she sat wedged between the ledge in peace, yet another night passing with her out of trouble’s way.

Note: Pictures or GIFs not mine.

TodoMomo scenes

Yaoyorozu, in her dorm at 3 am: *depressed*

Todoroki, in his bed: *opens his eyes*

Todoroki: *gets up and walked to Yaoyorozu's room*

Todoroki: *slams open the door and gives her a hug*

Bakugo is cute

Deku: You're cute.

Ochaco: no you're cute.

Deku: No you are cute.

Ochaco: Oh, stop it, you are cute.

Deku: No, you are-

Bakugo: SHUT UP. I'M CUTE.