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rp sentence starters taken from rupi kaur’s work , the sun and her flowers.

“ my heart cracked inside my body. ” “ no one is coming in and no one is getting out. ” “ i deserved someone who was willing to stay.” “ a dozen different thoughts tear through me each second. ” “ i envy the winds who still witness you. ” “ i could be anything in the world. ” “ but i wanted to be his. ” “ what does love look like? ” “ i realized how naive i have been. ” “ i’m about to get up and walk right out the door. ” “ you cannot walk in and out of me like a revolving door. ” “ you took the sun with you when you left. ” “ when you plunged the knife into me you also began bleeding. ” “ you will suffer the way you make me suffer. ” “ i think my body knew you would not stay. ” “ your absence is a missing limb. ” “ it must be hard to live with what ifs. ” “ how did we live through it and how are we still living? ” “ i can tell when you’re lying. ” “ the person i fell in love with was a mirage. ” “ i notice everything i do not have. ” “ i hardened under the last loss. ” “ all i dream is to soften. ” “ i barely feel like living. ” “ why are you so unkind to me? ” “ you are waiting for someone who is not coming back. ” “ i was the warmest place you knew. ” “ you turned me cold. ” “ the irony of loneliness is we all feel it at the same time. ” “ you must see no worth in yourself. ” “ worth is not something we transfer. ” “ growth is a process. ” “ your actions are not my responsibility. ” “ it’s okay to let others help pick up the pieces. ” “ i do not weep because i’m unhappy. ” “ i have everything and yet i am unhappy. ” “ nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you. ” “ all you own is yourself. ” “ you have already rotted. ” “ there is nothing left for me to do. ” “ what if nothing wants me because i do not want me? ” “ i am both the poison and the antidote. ” “ i have survived far too much to go quietly. ” “ my death will be grand. ” “ all i’ve ever known is pain. ” “ never feel guilty for starting again. ” “ i am the ghost of ghosts. ” “ there is god in you. ”  

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“ there’s something i wanted to ask you.  i’ve been thinking lately about your crystals.  would you mind terribly— ? ”  shouto disregards the fact that by asking such he already has,  technically.  the actual question sits readily on the tip of his tongue,  heavy and heady enough that it slips out before he is prompted for denied.  “ do they have any healing qualities? ”

“ i would obviously understand if you opted out… ”  quirks are quite personal matters.  there’s a line in place that he is deliberately choosing to cross over for what comes across as mere curiosity.  it’s not something it does lightly,  albeit rather selfishly. / @crystace​

     “  what about them?  “   head tilts in curiosity though their expression remains unchanged.  people ask questions all the time---   are they real gemstones?  how tough are they?  are they heat resistant?   a wide array of questions they’d grown accustomed to answering or shutting down when they felt necessary.

     but this is unexpected,  and their eyes actually widen for a moment as they take in the question.  no one’s ever asked that before,  and they hadn’t even considered it themself.  after all,  they weren’t here to heal people.  brows furrow slightly,  and their gaze drifts off to the side as they think about it.   “  i haven’t thought about it.  i’d say probably not,  but i’ve never tried to use them for healing.  “

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   expectant   gaze   pinned   on   an   unassuming   back ,  whole   physique   rigid   whilst   awaiting   an   opportunity   to   snag   attention     (   HOPEFULLY   WITHOUT   CAUSING   A   SCENE ,  THIS   TIME   )  ;     perhaps   it ‘ s   the   inevitable   feeling   of   being   watched ,  but   eijirō   wastes   no   time   once   a   glance   is   cast   his   way ,  bounding   forward   to   lean   over   counter .     a   tray   of   cooling   pastries   is   pushed   nearly   to   the   opposite   end ,  megawatt   smile   cracking   across   previously   solemn   features .           ❛     ━━     you   said   last   time   you   prefer   strawberries   over   raspberries ,  right   ?     it ‘ s   my   first   time   working   with   fresh   berries ,  SO   BE   HONEST   ! ! !     ❜               / /  @crystace

     coming in to get coffee and some sort of pastry has become a habit they don’t want to break,  the quiet background noise of a busy coffee shop being a sort of comfort in the morning as they go about their daily routine.  a certain redhead makes it better,  even with him being the definition of a disaster when making coffee,  they don’t mind the conversation,  nor the pastries he seems so good at making.  their quick glance at the counter catches quick movement,  a slight blur of bright red as he bounces forward to push a tray of pastries at them.  slight surprise reads on their face.

            “  ---  i did.  i didn’t think you’d remember.  “   they careful pick up a pastry,  eyeing it for a moment before taking a small bite.   it’s as good as they expected,  and a hint of a smile makes its way onto their face.   “  ‘s good,  like always.  you should make these more.  “

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❛ hey !! ishikawa, wait up !! ❜ hurried footfalls pause once redhead catches up, jagged smile threatening to spread wide across face, ❛ wanna come to the arcade with me ? ❜ no one else will accompany, everyones's tired of DDR, afterall.

     kirishima’s familiar voice makes them jump a little,  as loud as expected but still more startling than they’d like.  as he catches up they slow,  then come to a stop and turn on their heel to look at the redhead,  a slight tilt of their head showing their interest in why he needed their attention.

     there’s actually slight surprise on their face---   people aside from yua don’t invite them out that often,  for fair reason too.  they aren’t exactly a ball of sunshine,  after all,  and they’re fine with staying in as opposed to hanging out with the majority of the people in their class.  but this is kirishima,  and as much as they won’t admit it outright,  they’ve taken a bit of a liking to him.

    so maybe that’s why they nod without stopping to think about it,   “  sure.  i don’t have anything else to do.  “

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          equal parts sweet honey,  equal parts dangerous ferocity.

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Being a little late is a trend Bakugou had hoped to break - but maybe he'll save it for his next New Year resolution. As it is now, he shows up a day late with a pastry box full of homemade hard candies shaped, with suspicious attempt to detail, to look like Touma's crystals. Does he blush? Maybe. "For your birthday or whatever..." They're strawberry flavoured.

          their birthday is something they’ve never paid much attention to---  only celebrating it at yua’s insistence   (  he’s far more persistent than touma is stubborn,  and despite not admitting it outright,  they don’t mind his childhood friend’s yearly celebration  ).  the day had come and passed like it usually did,  with yua’s celebration,  and nothing else to note,  and they’d all but forgotten it by the next day.

          so there’s slight surprise on their face when they find themself on the receiving end of a box of candies,  ruby red and crystalline in structure.  their gaze flits between the candies and bakugou’s face,  tinted slightly pink.  embarrassment?  they don’t know,  but they can feel their own face heating up as they realize he’d made this for them.  )

          they take one and pop it in their mouth,  letting the candy sit on their tongue and they can taste strawberries.  they don’t know why they expected any different,  but they’re genuinely surprised bakugou had remembered such a minor detail---   it’s not like they constantly shouted to the world about how strawberries are their favorite food.

          when the candy has melted away they wipe that subtle look of surprise off their face in favor of a soft smile,  gaze tilted up towards bakugou.  there’s no sarcastic comment about how he’s a day late,  just a quiet,   “  thank you,  i love it.  “

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its touma’s birthday

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yua doesn't need an excuse to kiss touma, but he'll take one when graciously presented with it! a quickly spoken "it's international kissing day, didja know?" is all touma gets before yua lowers his head to cup his friend's face and peppers kisses all over it, from his forehead to his cheek to the tip of his nose, all the while trying not to giggle and failing.

     he’s used to indiscriminate displays of affection from his childhood friend,  it may as well be a staple of their friendship.  it’s no different when the taller cups his face,  held tightly as he states that it’s kissing day.  it’s no surprise touma had no idea that today had been any different than any other day,  he never paid much mind to things like that.

his eyes squeeze shut as light kisses are pressed to his face,  all over the ruby red freckles on his cheeks,  all over his forehead,  even the tip of his nose.  he can hear the soft giggles leave yua,  and it makes his cheeks heat up a little as he tries to stay still despite the kisses.  a moment passes and it seems like he’s had his share of affection for the day.

an eye opens,  then the other one,  and there’s a slight pout on his face as he looks up at yua.  it’s a movement on impulse,  and only done after a solid ten seconds of staring his best friend down,  but he leans up,  forced to stand on the tips of his toes to press a kiss to yua’s mouth before pulling back and looking away,   “  i know now.  happy kissing day,  i guess.  “

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who volunteers to let touma intern with their pro

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touma: someone will die yua: of fun!

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do u think bugs have feelings. i know its 3am but

          to ;   [ yuyu ] :  .  .  .          to ;   [ yuyu ] :  they don’t.  go to sleep.

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they…….. @crystace

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dignitied:

            ‘  clearly you’ve been surrounded by individuals who care not for their reputation. you represent your school, and, as such, you must present yourself tall and proud to not tarnish its reputable name.  ’

               “  no,  i’m surrounded by people who realize there’s more to my reputation than how i’m standing.  it’s stupid to act like me slouching a little is going to ruin the reputation of a school,  i’m not exactly committing a federal crime here.  but then again,  you don’t look too smart,  do you?  “

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dignitied:

            ‘  you. are you not a student of u.a.? so long as you bear that uniform, you should hold yourself up straight and dignified.  ’

(  @crystace.  )

               “  yes,  i am.  class 2 - A.   you’re taking it too seriously,  though.  you are the only person i’ve ever heard complain about me not standing at my full height.  “

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" katsuki. " there's a knowing smile on their face as they tug on his sleeve, faking an innocent look as they gaze up at him. they point to their own lips, colored bright red with lipstick, " it's kissing day. "

his given name has no right to fall out of touma’s mouth with such ease and familiarity— bakugou always seems to miss the moment that shifts them over from formality to close enough. regardless, it pulls his attention and skips one of the beats in his heart’s regular rhythm. if only that had been the end of it.

faux innocence makes way for a wary gaze— bakugou forgets what he’s wary of the second his eyes dip low enough to notice the new, on brand addition to touma’s lips. crimson eyes stick to the glossy sheen for a beat too long ; his heart sputtering to a whole new rhythm at a much faster pace. it hadn’t seemed possible for touma to be prettier than they already were but somehow they’d found a way. bakugou should know better by now than to expect anything but the extraordinary. 

he almost misses the words but when they register, bakugou is certain he’ll never get the echo of them in his head to quiet down.   “ oh. ” katsuki was the least of his problems.   “ oh? ”  uncertainty lingers in the ridged set of his shoulders for the breadth of a second before bakugou sorts through the meaning of it. he’s not entirely certain this isn’t a dream— and thus, that it won’t end badly.

but he also wonders if the colour will transfer ; finds that the curiosity to find out is overwhelmingly enough to propel him forward. warm palms rest on cool cheeks, an assist to an upward tilt as he leans down to press a kiss to painted lips.

when he pulls back, not more than a stuttering beat later, his own lips taste oddly of something sweet and it becomes apparent that the product absolutely does transfer. eyelids flutter open but it takes less time for him to chase a second kiss than it did the first, much more certain and no longer curious. they did say kissing not kiss.   /   @crystace

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‘ you’re not a bad person for being angry. ’

light hearted suggestions   /   ac   /   @crystace

again anger edges its way to the surface of their conversation, plucked from the quiet as if touma can unearth the newly minted fear of it inside bakugou as easily as they can glittery red crystals. 

everything about their face says believe me. bakugou wants to. he wants to. fists clench at his sides only to uncurl again, pleased at their state of freedom. it’s not the anger that gets the better of him, it’s the fear disguised as such that does. 

“ easy for you to say — the people training you to be a hero don’t bind your hands and muzzle your mouth like a criminal because of it. ”  his voice is constructed to be cold and void of anger purposefully because he can control himself ; he isn’t the loose canon he’s made out to be. he just has limits. oh, baby, does he have limits. he sprawls out on the ground, starfish, curling hands into tufts of grass. 

“ you know the league did the same thing… bound my hands because i was threat. except they didn’t muzzle me. funny how that works. funny, really, that because of my anger they thought i was more cut out to be on their side. ” 

he’s rambling now, the thoughts tumbling out of his mouth like secrets— things he’s never had the opportunity to talk about. 

“ guess they got what they wanted because it was the reason all might retired, that fight. if i hadn’t been angry, if they hadn’t taken me - everything would be different. maybe that doesn’t make me a bad person but… fuck if if doesn’t make me feel like i should have been a better one. ” 

the silence that follows, however brief, chokes him ; a hand lifts to loosen the ghost of a tie that he hasn’t worn in over a year.  “ thanks, anyway. you know. for not thinking i’m rotten. i think maybe you were the only one that didn’t ever doubt my intentions and that’s. thanks. ”