Squakerino
@squakwardfish.bsky.social
29yo He/They
MHA
Fairy Tail
JJK
💢💥🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞💥💢
AGE IN BIO
MHA
Fairy Tail
JJK
💢💥🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞💥💢
AGE IN BIO
I'm still at work 😘
August 10, 2025 at 9:46 AM
I'm still at work 😘
“Sorry,” he murmurs, air humid, taking what Katsuki gives, “think I interrupted–”
“Shut up n'kiss me.”
He does.
“Shut up n'kiss me.”
He does.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
“Sorry,” he murmurs, air humid, taking what Katsuki gives, “think I interrupted–”
“Shut up n'kiss me.”
He does.
“Shut up n'kiss me.”
He does.
As if drawn together by a tether, like every choice made up to this point was a step to this. Their lips meet and Eijiro finds a home on Katsuki's chest, his palm memorizing the flutter of Katsuki's heart, lips tasting honeydew and freedom.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
As if drawn together by a tether, like every choice made up to this point was a step to this. Their lips meet and Eijiro finds a home on Katsuki's chest, his palm memorizing the flutter of Katsuki's heart, lips tasting honeydew and freedom.
He's practically encouraged, and beams when his prophecy comes true, because Katsuki is laying down next to him, close enough their shoulders touch.
He doesn't hesitate.
He doesn't hesitate.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
He's practically encouraged, and beams when his prophecy comes true, because Katsuki is laying down next to him, close enough their shoulders touch.
He doesn't hesitate.
He doesn't hesitate.
He leans back on his elbows, picking the grass because it means Katsuki will swat at his hand, will chastise him for ruining school property, and will tangle their fingers together instead, the worst example of a punishment.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
He leans back on his elbows, picking the grass because it means Katsuki will swat at his hand, will chastise him for ruining school property, and will tangle their fingers together instead, the worst example of a punishment.
Eijiro hangs on to every word, asking questions here and there to keep Katsuki engaged, to see just how brilliant he can glow. They talk, and eat, and Eijiro feels so lucky. So pleased.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Eijiro hangs on to every word, asking questions here and there to keep Katsuki engaged, to see just how brilliant he can glow. They talk, and eat, and Eijiro feels so lucky. So pleased.
“No it's not.”
Could never be boring if it made Katsuki so vibrant. Four dimensional. Shining brighter than a super nova.
Katsuki takes a breath.
And talks.
Could never be boring if it made Katsuki so vibrant. Four dimensional. Shining brighter than a super nova.
Katsuki takes a breath.
And talks.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
“No it's not.”
Could never be boring if it made Katsuki so vibrant. Four dimensional. Shining brighter than a super nova.
Katsuki takes a breath.
And talks.
Could never be boring if it made Katsuki so vibrant. Four dimensional. Shining brighter than a super nova.
Katsuki takes a breath.
And talks.
“Eat.” He jerks his chin to the bento box again, eyes impossibly softer. Like now they share a secret. The weight of the unsaid, the unknown, the unending no longer suffocating.
“What were you talking to Izuku about?”
He needs to know.
Blonde fur waves in front of him. “It's boring shit–”
“What were you talking to Izuku about?”
He needs to know.
Blonde fur waves in front of him. “It's boring shit–”
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
“Eat.” He jerks his chin to the bento box again, eyes impossibly softer. Like now they share a secret. The weight of the unsaid, the unknown, the unending no longer suffocating.
“What were you talking to Izuku about?”
He needs to know.
Blonde fur waves in front of him. “It's boring shit–”
“What were you talking to Izuku about?”
He needs to know.
Blonde fur waves in front of him. “It's boring shit–”
Katsuki tugs him to the campus garden, settling under a young tree with the sweet scent of cherry blossoms in the air. He follows him to the ground, already eager to take more instruction. More direction. What else can he do to keep those eyes on him?
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Katsuki tugs him to the campus garden, settling under a young tree with the sweet scent of cherry blossoms in the air. He follows him to the ground, already eager to take more instruction. More direction. What else can he do to keep those eyes on him?
To just exist in the same space, share the same air, find new things to love about him. They could sit in silence, with nothing but the breeze, the birds, their chopsticks clicking, and Eijiro could die happy.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
To just exist in the same space, share the same air, find new things to love about him. They could sit in silence, with nothing but the breeze, the birds, their chopsticks clicking, and Eijiro could die happy.
It feels like home, taking Katsuki's hand. Grabbing his lunch only because Katsuki reminds him. Waving at their friends as a second thought, even though they all whistle and coo at their departure. Eijiro is more than happy to have a simple lunch with Katsuki.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
It feels like home, taking Katsuki's hand. Grabbing his lunch only because Katsuki reminds him. Waving at their friends as a second thought, even though they all whistle and coo at their departure. Eijiro is more than happy to have a simple lunch with Katsuki.
A look of ‘now you get it, too’ so obvious. Eijiro wants to hold him. Kiss him. Tell him all the ways his heart beats for him.
“Easy, Ei,” Katsuki snorts, ducking his snout. “Gonna set off the whole school.”
Right. Scents. Something he's always struggled to control.
“C’mon. Let's sit outside.”
“Easy, Ei,” Katsuki snorts, ducking his snout. “Gonna set off the whole school.”
Right. Scents. Something he's always struggled to control.
“C’mon. Let's sit outside.”
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
A look of ‘now you get it, too’ so obvious. Eijiro wants to hold him. Kiss him. Tell him all the ways his heart beats for him.
“Easy, Ei,” Katsuki snorts, ducking his snout. “Gonna set off the whole school.”
Right. Scents. Something he's always struggled to control.
“C’mon. Let's sit outside.”
“Easy, Ei,” Katsuki snorts, ducking his snout. “Gonna set off the whole school.”
Right. Scents. Something he's always struggled to control.
“C’mon. Let's sit outside.”
“Tch. Took ya long enough.”
Eijiro forgets how to breathe.
On the outside, it could easily be taken out of context. Misconstrued to imply vanity. But the way Katsuki's eyes never waver, the constant pinch in his brows fading, as though it never existed.
Eijiro forgets how to breathe.
On the outside, it could easily be taken out of context. Misconstrued to imply vanity. But the way Katsuki's eyes never waver, the constant pinch in his brows fading, as though it never existed.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
“Tch. Took ya long enough.”
Eijiro forgets how to breathe.
On the outside, it could easily be taken out of context. Misconstrued to imply vanity. But the way Katsuki's eyes never waver, the constant pinch in his brows fading, as though it never existed.
Eijiro forgets how to breathe.
On the outside, it could easily be taken out of context. Misconstrued to imply vanity. But the way Katsuki's eyes never waver, the constant pinch in his brows fading, as though it never existed.
The sounds of the cafeteria suddenly come back into focus, the beta from before not just a nameless student, but a friend. Surrounded by his pack, his people, and to top it off?
Katsuki.
Who’s looking at him so softly. So disarmed. Exposed and raw and all for him.
Katsuki.
Who’s looking at him so softly. So disarmed. Exposed and raw and all for him.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
The sounds of the cafeteria suddenly come back into focus, the beta from before not just a nameless student, but a friend. Surrounded by his pack, his people, and to top it off?
Katsuki.
Who’s looking at him so softly. So disarmed. Exposed and raw and all for him.
Katsuki.
Who’s looking at him so softly. So disarmed. Exposed and raw and all for him.
“Sorry,” he rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. “It's just. Sometimes I'm so blown away by you, I forget you're my boyfriend.”
Someone coo's, and the spell that had overpowered him before bursts.
Someone coo's, and the spell that had overpowered him before bursts.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
“Sorry,” he rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. “It's just. Sometimes I'm so blown away by you, I forget you're my boyfriend.”
Someone coo's, and the spell that had overpowered him before bursts.
Someone coo's, and the spell that had overpowered him before bursts.
Katsuki huffs, hard, and turns away, suddenly tongue tied.
“You act like s’the first time, every fuckin time.”
Eijiro blinks again.
And stops fighting his own muzzle splitting with a wide grin.
“You act like s’the first time, every fuckin time.”
Eijiro blinks again.
And stops fighting his own muzzle splitting with a wide grin.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Katsuki huffs, hard, and turns away, suddenly tongue tied.
“You act like s’the first time, every fuckin time.”
Eijiro blinks again.
And stops fighting his own muzzle splitting with a wide grin.
“You act like s’the first time, every fuckin time.”
Eijiro blinks again.
And stops fighting his own muzzle splitting with a wide grin.
And oh. It's a blessing to see Katsuki's eyes widen just so. To bear witness as his muzzle drops slightly, lips parted in a minute ‘o’. And when Katsuki's snout turns the softest red? Eijiro is ready to give up his soul.
“Tch. Shut up.”
He blinks dumbly, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Huh?”
“Tch. Shut up.”
He blinks dumbly, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Huh?”
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
And oh. It's a blessing to see Katsuki's eyes widen just so. To bear witness as his muzzle drops slightly, lips parted in a minute ‘o’. And when Katsuki's snout turns the softest red? Eijiro is ready to give up his soul.
“Tch. Shut up.”
He blinks dumbly, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Huh?”
“Tch. Shut up.”
He blinks dumbly, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Huh?”
His heart lodges right in his throat, choking him enough to make his vision swim. He coughs once, twice, dislodges the organ enough to spatter onto the table, still beating, bleeding out for Katsuki.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
His heart lodges right in his throat, choking him enough to make his vision swim. He coughs once, twice, dislodges the organ enough to spatter onto the table, still beating, bleeding out for Katsuki.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
He jolts, suddenly folding under the weight of those eyes, his own name spilling from those pretty lips making his thoughts as fragile as a butterflys wing beat.
“Huh?”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and nods to the bento, a clean pair of chopsticks resting on the lid. “Dont waste my food. I'll kill you.”
“Huh?”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and nods to the bento, a clean pair of chopsticks resting on the lid. “Dont waste my food. I'll kill you.”
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
He jolts, suddenly folding under the weight of those eyes, his own name spilling from those pretty lips making his thoughts as fragile as a butterflys wing beat.
“Huh?”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and nods to the bento, a clean pair of chopsticks resting on the lid. “Dont waste my food. I'll kill you.”
“Huh?”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and nods to the bento, a clean pair of chopsticks resting on the lid. “Dont waste my food. I'll kill you.”
Everyone around him washes away, eyes unmoving from the way Katsuki's lips fold around his knowledge, world narrowing, focusing on a molecular level.
The urge to interrupt him is overwhelming.
“Oi, ya gonna fuckin eat or keep starin at me?”
The urge to interrupt him is overwhelming.
“Oi, ya gonna fuckin eat or keep starin at me?”
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Everyone around him washes away, eyes unmoving from the way Katsuki's lips fold around his knowledge, world narrowing, focusing on a molecular level.
The urge to interrupt him is overwhelming.
“Oi, ya gonna fuckin eat or keep starin at me?”
The urge to interrupt him is overwhelming.
“Oi, ya gonna fuckin eat or keep starin at me?”
Eijiro wants to taste it. That level of devotion. The vehement dedication. He needs to feel it under his own hands, breathe it in his lungs. His ears stand tall, unwavering even as the rest of his sensory synapses are sent into overdrive, only to shut down with exertion.
July 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Eijiro wants to taste it. That level of devotion. The vehement dedication. He needs to feel it under his own hands, breathe it in his lungs. His ears stand tall, unwavering even as the rest of his sensory synapses are sent into overdrive, only to shut down with exertion.