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SHE DIDN’T KNOW he would be thrown so far ,  at least for her expectations .   “  holy shit !  “   kyoka runs towards him ,  but truth be be told she can’t help but giggle a little .   “  are you okay ? !  “

“ Yeahhhh.. Yeah, I’m fine. “  His knees and chin hurt from the landing, but he’d live. Maybe he should ask someone about landing strategies for if he’s ever in a similar situation.  “ I didn’t think you’d be able to actually throw me like that. ”

“ do you think they’d let me in if i dressed as a villain? for my costume, i mean. “

“do it. i dare you.” ( ruby @ denki ! )

five word prompts

“ pfft. yeah, i’ll do it! “  denki knew he’d backed himself into a corner this time, and he’s sure ruby knew it too. he couldn’t back down from a direct dare like that, he’d never hear the end of it. it’s times like these that denki maybe started to wish that he didn’t run off at the mouth quite so much. but it was too late now, so he accepted his fate and took the pepper off of ruby’s plate, tossing it into his mouth before he could chicken out.

“ see, it’s not so bad! “  he told her as he started chewing. of course, the words come much too soon as the heat starts setting in. he tries his best not to show his growing discomfort, but soon he is red faced and panting.  “ still fine, it’s fine. “  he assures ruby as he releases a shock of electricity to his tongue, effectively numbing it a bit against the spicy onslaught of the pepper. the numb tongue only slurs his words a little as he attempts to speak again.

“ told you i could do it. “

@virtuetm​ | plotted starter

It’s been a long time since Denki had been this nervous, in his civilian clothes at least. He’d been in plenty of life or death situations, and yet this is the one that had short bursts of electricity flickering between his fingers. He was in Usagi’s room, still standing leaned next to her desk. She’d offered to let him sit, but he felt too stiff to do so, even while standing his thumb was tapping a scattered beat on the desk behind him. Why did he have to do this again? Oh right, cause Mina seemed to think they already were dating and he was beginning to go crazy wondering if they basically were or not as well. But still, saying it himself was hard, maybe he could get Mina to tell her.... No... That would be dumb. Sighing, Denki looked up at Usagi, chewing on his liip a little.

“Hey.. Usagi? You know how everyone thinks we’re dating? Don’t you think it seems like we kind of basically are?” God this was stupid, she was going to say no, or be weirded out, or maybe laugh at him, God what if she laughed at him? “I kinda sorta wouldn’t mind it!” Welp it was out.. He couldn’t take it back now. At least if she’d understood his rushed speech.

Denki had been all to happy to take any distraction he could find away from his homework, and Eri was bound to give him a much better excuse for distraction than staring at the shapes coincidentally made up from the grain in the wood of his makeshift work desk. He was quickly proven to be right, as he was now completely turned away from his textbooks while the small girl painted his nails. Not only that, he’d have an excuse after she left while he has to wait for them to dry. The only difficult part was staying still, but Denki figured if Eri could focus and stay still enough to paint his nails, he could stay still so he didn’t mess up her art.

“Oh cool! I’m always so messy the few times I’ve tried to paint my nails. You’re much better at it than me.” He leaned closer to look at the bolt she’d made and it really did look like his hair. It was hard to imagine that she could have gone through so much pain already at such a young age. And though he knew the man responsible had already been dealt with, it still made him angry. But he just smiled instead, not wanting Eri to mistake any of that anger as being aimed at her. “But I could try to paint yours too if you don’t mind them not being as pretty.” 

@quirkdriven liked for a starter!

Little Eri is rather adept at hiding things, even if she doesn't really have to conceal her feelings anymore. Habits die hard, even at the young age of six. Nonetheless, a twitching lip- bloodshot eyes, its not hard to tell when she isn't sleeping quite well. Thankfully this early morning finds her with students in the common room, working on homework or enjoying themselves, the world outside setting an ambience with heavy rain.

"I made a bolt!" It's soft excitement, and she lifts Denki's hand a little, his ring finger nail decorated with a jagged black line. "Like your hair, it looks really neat." She supplied quietly, lowering his hand back to her lap, not quite meeting anybody's direct gaze today.

“ yeah, yeah. “  he brushes bakugou’s words off as though he’s completely unworried, though he certainly plans on being as careful as possible. it’s not that he thinks bakugou would actually kill him, or even that he doesn’t want to deal with being yelled at (which he doesn’t). he’s just surprised that bakugou is letting him paint his nails in the first place, so he doesn’t want to fuck this up. 

“ alright, let’s see your hand then. ”  he shakes the small bottle in his hand, before opening it and gently removing excess nail polish from the brush.  “ and i’m telling you dude, you could pull off sparkles. ”

*:･ﾟ✧ @quirkdriven​ ( kaminari! )  /  plotted starter!

        “ you get any of this shit on my hands, and i’ll kill you, pikachu. ” IT’S A SIMPLE YET FAMILIAR THREAT — it’s one of bakugo’s calmer days ( they somehow exist, surprisingly ), considering it’s lacking his usual aggressive enthusiasm. that, and — well, he’s actually agreed to letting kaminari paint his nails, of all things.

bombfire​:

        HIS REPONSE IS A SLIGHT GRUNT — he doesn’t really care that the other’s simply treating his threat like it’s nothing, but that does mean it’s not his fault when his temper eventually erupts to make his point clear. it’s surprising to see he’s actually listening, moving to offer out his hand to the other.

        THOUGH IT’S QUICKLY BEING RETRACTED, the mention of sparkles making ruby gaze narrow slightly. absolutely fucking not. “ — and i’m tellin’ you that yer gonna pull off a hell of a broken nose if ya think about puttin’ that shit on me. ”

“ okayy, fine. i was just saying. ”  he could go on and say that sparkles always looked better and if it was him of all people, no one would really dare to make fun of him, but he didn’t want to rile his friend up too much, if he wanted to continue anyway. so denki held up the bottle of nail polish to show bakugou.  “ no sparkles. see? plain black. ”

he reached across to take bakugou’s hesitantly offered hand, and twisted it gently so he could get a good angle on his thumb.  “ and relax a little, it’ll look good. ”  he carefully brought the brush down, starting in the middle and slowly spreading out so he could get an even coat along the entire nail. he was silent for that moment, in his concentration, before blowing gently and pulling back.  “ do you really think i could pull off a broken nose?  ”

“Wait, shouldn’t you be reassuring me or something??” Great.. maybe he really was going to die.

“Man, I didn’t even sign up for this. I think we’re gonna die, yo.”

@quirkdriven

i can’t believe that you lied to me. @ traitor denki

miscellaneous angst starters. @bkugs

a chuckle leaves his lips, just this side of bitter, he’s really not sure how they all want to place the blame on him when his classmates were all so happy to believe that he was some useless idiot. hell, half of them had made fun of him for it at some point or another. but that was heroes for you.  “ i’m going to need some clarification bakugou. are you so surprised because you trusted me and thought i was your friend? or are you just shocked that i managed to trick you? because i’ve got to be honest, you weren’t that great of a friend to me either. “  bakugou was the first to deny their friendship, so denki wasn’t sure why he should have to stay loyal.  

“ yet, even after all that, i wanted to bring you with me. who do you think convinced the league that you were worth turning? so, don’t worry bakubro, it wasn’t all a lie, i like having you around. “ 

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iSend me 💉 to find my muse disheveled and bloody after a fight!

denki would be the first person to admit that the fight didn’t go according to plan, but there hadn’t really been much of a plan to begin with. his main plan in most any fight, was just to avoid getting hit and avoid electrocuting his friends. there hadn’t been friends to worry about this time, which really should have made things easier on him, and yet.. his opponent had gotten some good hits in before he managed to electrocute them with enough volts to keep them down. it was hard to know just how resistant an opponent would be to electricity, and going in hot was likely to get someone killed, which he didn’t want. but that often left him the one getting hurt. so this left him carefully making his way back to the meeting point on shaky legs, running into kirishima on the way.

“ hey kiri.. i’m sure this looks worse than it is. you know how head wounds are. ”  this felt like an important first clarification to make, even if he still felt dead on his feet and more than a little dizzy. he hated feeling like he couldn’t take care of himself as well as the others, and it while it may not be the case, denki wasn’t sure how his classmates wouldn’t see him as weak when he kept getting himself hurt or needing help.  “ besides, you should see the other guy. “

“ I’ve got a tiara now too, so you might as well just hang it up. We all know I’m the prettiest princess. “

shehorned​:

            “ i thought i was the prettiest princess. ”

“ oh you’re right.... well I’m second prettiest. definitely prettier than bakugou at least. “ 

“It doesn’t look like nothing!” -Itoshi @ Kami

my muse comes home covered in bruises. send me “it doesn’t look like nothing!” for my muse’s reaction.

“ it really is fine itoshi. “  granted, denki knew he’d be worried if any of the others came back to the dorms with a black eye and bruises littering their arms and shoulders. but how could he tell itoshi or any of the rest of them that he’d been mugged while he was off campus? he was a hero in training for god’s sake, it was embarrassing! it wasn’t like he could let his quirk out on the sidewalk with a bunch of pedestrians nearby, but it still left him feeling useless and like maybe he didn’t belong at ua with the rest of them after all. 

“ i’ve been worse than this after training. “ he reassured with a forced laugh. 

Denki jumps as Ojiro’s tail slams into the wall behind him before turning to face them all. A quick and startled glance at the others show him that he wasn’t the only one to do so. Guilt sets in quickly however as his classmates begin to yell at them. 

If anyone should know how this feels, it’s Denki, not because his quirk is plain, but because he is so often laughed at for the way he acts after frying himself. But Ojiro had never joined in on making fun of him, so what was his excuse? Taking advantage of the fact that it wasn’t about him this time and laughing along with the rest of them was a terrible excuse and Denki knew it. 

He shared a guilty look with the others once Ojiro moves away and bites his lip before hurrying after the other blonde. Whlie Denki isn’t always the best with apologies and isn’t sure he’ll be forgiven- if he even deserves to be- he knows that he owes one. 

“ Ojiro... I’m really sorry! I don’t think you or your quirk are boring I swear... We were just.. poking fun I guess. But that’s not an excuse, we should have said that stuff... I’m sorry..” He feels terrible to have made Ojiro feel bad, though at this point he wouldn’t blame his classmate for not forgiving any of them. He really needed to learn to shut up. “ You do belong here.. “ he adds softly.

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It had just been one offhanded statement during training. A joke? Maybe. An overused joke that hurt? Absolutely.

‘Plain as always!’

Tail twitching, it slams into the wall of rock, breaking it into pieces on impact, and he twirls on his classmates. He’s aware the pain is obvious on his face, the hurt from the words clear as day. He’d taken so much of their “teasing”, dealt with their words so often, but he couldn’t do it anymore.

“ I GET IT, OKAY?! ” His voice comes out as a yell, something he never does. “ I’m PLAIN, I’m BORING, someone with a boring quirk like mine doesn’t deserve to be here, I fucking GET IT! ”

It felt like he was going to break, body trembling, and not even he was aware of the damn that finally broke. Nearly a year of being classmates and they still viewed him as this plain, boring guy who was so predictable. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Tail thumping against the ground, he bares his teeth at them briefly and turns his back on the class, storming to the other side of the training area.

“ Oi, cut it out! “ 

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