The omega felt so out of his league as the conversation flowed around him.
friends who work out their problems best in questionable bathroom stalls
friends who work out their problems best in questionable bathroom stalls
When Bakugou runs into Kirishima at the club, he figures he’s a lizard hybrid of some kind.
"It's the fact that you, for some reason, seem to be willing to risk their safety, over... just a little more than chump change."
After all, he'd never done this before.
Hawks has no power to do anything about that kind of stuff, and if he DID he'd probably be on their side of it, taking steps to improve their lives too.
Kirishima mentally strikes it down, not a motive, it's just imitating the real Mori.
“So this 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 a middle of the night booty call,” Dabi pauses, clarifies, as he laments. “...it’s a 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 body call?”
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“So this 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 a middle of the night booty call,” Dabi pauses, clarifies, as he laments. “...it’s a 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 body call?”
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Full fic on ao3.org/works/62668195
Katsuki: Do I look like I talk you degens outside of this groupchat?
Denki: Yes? You text me all the time!!!
Katsuki: Now why would you lie?
Eijiro: Okay guys but do you think they're like ACTUALLY boning
Kyoka: No, Eijiro. They aren't "boning."
Katsuki: Do I look like I talk you degens outside of this groupchat?
Denki: Yes? You text me all the time!!!
Katsuki: Now why would you lie?
Eijiro: Okay guys but do you think they're like ACTUALLY boning
Kyoka: No, Eijiro. They aren't "boning."
He knew a dragon when he saw one, even if it was pretending to be human.
"You're awake."
Just two thin slits where nostrils would usually be.
And bulbous fingertips.
Villain... identified.