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this blog is officially archived. please feel free to find me @fightaers!

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alright, if tunglr doesn't resolve the issues with the very fact i can't access my inbox by 2024, i might be moving this blog which... i don't want to. but we'll see, we'll see.

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updated icons.

ps: i think my asks / IMs are somehow blocked by tumblr :/ so if ure having trouble chatting me via there, just know i've already sent in my report @ tunglr

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i've only returned here for 0.5 secs and i can already not access my old inbox. im devastated

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moving. due to the inbox and messages not being fixed :( i have made the decision to simply move to a new blog and start anew. please find me at @fightaers !!

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blows dusts off this blog. ok what if i'm back

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i haven’t been here a while,  but life update :   i’m alive,  and life’s hella hectic.  when my brain begins to hyperfixate on animanga again,  it’ll be over for everyone.  until then,  this blog is  -  though i’m late in announcing this,  i apologise deeply  -  under hiatus.

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Can someone reply to a birthday ask, even late? Are you interested to continuing one?

yaaaass! i'm always up for a thread!

but yeah! tbh the concept of time does not Exist™ on my blog so never perceive anything you'd like to throw at me as "late" or "early"!!! cause i wont ever!!!! my base interest for this blog will forever be to freely write within the context of roleplaying, and if you have the same interest and we're mutuals, i'm all in!!!!!!

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nobody asks, but if u want to see izuku’s hair irl, let me present to you this man

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kacchan​,

          ❝    hot  weather’s  fucking  great  for  hero  work …    but,    ❞    katsuki snarls as his sweat detonates,  a wild flurry of tiny explosions dancing across palms,  ❝    it’s the fucking worst for everyday shit.    ❞

‘   talk to me when you have an untameable hair,  kacchan.   ’     he isn’t even paying attention to the blonde,  sweaty back rolling over to look the other way,   groaning:    ‘    ...  maybe i should cut all of it off.   ’

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*  headcanon + izuku’s birthday.  i’m late, i know!  but here are some chopped-up, non-linear headcanons surrounding izuku’s birthday that i wanna put out and give it a home cause im kicking it out of my head

#                so y’all know the classic “izuku had a birthday party nobody came to” and i quite like that, so in my interpretation he had a birthday party when he was nine and he hand-wrote everyone in his class a personal invitation letter and nobody came besides from the neighbours (who had kids who were like under the age of 7) whom his mom invited and some of his mom’s work friends

#             izuku was suuuper sad about it but i think apart of him sort of knew too because i can imagine he found some of his invitation letter thrown into the trashcan? which rlly broke him apart,  and it rlly stirred him further from wanting any attention to settle on him during his birthday

#             although in all honesty, i do think one of his classmates actually did give him a birthday present the following week because she feels so bad that she didn’t come [due to peer pressure] and when she told her mom, her mom scolded her!  she gave him the birthday present secretly,  but i think it just puts izuku into that perspective that maybe the party wasn’t a good idea because it’d caused his classmate to cry? lmao the kid’s got a weird savior complex leave him alone!!!!!

#              but moving on from that,  inko and izuku actually developed a new routine for them wherein they baked cakes together for birthdays (it was inko’s attempt to try and cheer izuku up and it worked) and i think that was one of his first experiences in baking. he loves it!!!!  it’s personal, intimate, and he is spending it with the person who is most important to him

#             usually they bake the cake on the day or the following weekend, and went to the shrine if they could!  or if inko had more time or were more opportune that year,  she and izuku would catch a hero exhibition of sort and it’s a trip for the both of them!

#             despite that,  izuku isn’t completely ... lonely?  he is quite active on social media and very vocal in like, hero forums and/or quirk discussions blogs, and he does have some online friends whom he casually shared that he had his birthdays on that day,  and they’ll say  happy birthday  back!  izuku’s online friends,  while izuku never personally knew them,  are good friends!

#             which rounds me to the conclusion:  izuku doesn’t hate his birthday.  he doesn’t even dislike it?  he’s a little disheartened by the incident when he was nine, sure, but overtime he’s grown more or less quite indifferent towards it - if someone wishes him, he’ll accept it;  if they don’t, he’s super fine. he still has the tradition with his mom, and, as he grows up, he finds that he much actually prefers the quieter ways he’s been celebrating — a dinner, some time spent together, intimate and close. he’s set.

#              also this isn’t to say he doesn’t like the birthday parties class A will throw him (or eri, if she wants to celebrate it with mirio’s birthday), but phew ... the moment u get something super personal like a small, warm dinner and a get-together? that’s his jam. izuku’s thriving. he will be thankful to you instead for existing on his birthday, this man loves to love

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𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑡: 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒

The following is a collection of lyric sentence starters from Taylor Swift’s ninth studio album evermore. May contain mature subject matter.

WILLOW

I’m rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife

If it was an open-shut case I never would have known from the look on your face 

Lost in your current like a priceless wine 

The more that you say, the less I know 

Wherever you stray, I follow 

I’m begging for you to take my hand 

I’m begging for you

I can feel you sneakin’ in 

There was one prize I’d cheat to win 

They count me out time and time again 

Anywhere else is hollow

That’s my man 

I come back stronger than a ‘90s trend 

Wait for the signal, and I’ll meet you after dark 

I’ll meet you after dark 

Show me the places where the others gave you scars 

This is an open-shut case 

I should'a known from the look on your face 

Hey, that’s my man 

Yeah, that’s my man

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS

You booked the night train for a reason

Your heart was glass, I dropped it 

You told your family for a reason 

You dropped my hand while dancing, left me out there standing 

Love slipped beyond your reaches and I couldn’t give a reason 

This dorm was once a madhouse

Well, it’s made for me 

Soon they’ll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through 

I never was ready so I watch you go 

She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head

Sometimes you just don’t know the answer til someone’s on their knees and asks you 

You won’t remember all my champagne problems

GOLD RUSH

I don’t like a gold rush

I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch 

Everybody wants you 

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you 

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? 

I can’t dare to dream about you anymore 

My mind turns your life into folklore 

I won’t call you out on your contrarian shit 

‘TIS THE DAMN SEASON

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would have asked you

There’s an ache in you, put there by the ache in me 

But if it’s all the same to you it’s the same to me 

You could call me “babe” for the weekend 

We could call it even 

Remember how you watched me leave

You can run, but only so far 

And the road not taken looks real good now 

Hear me out, we could just ride around 

The road not taken looks real good now and it always leads to you in my hometown 

I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay 

I wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I’m fakin' 

The heart I know I’m breakin’ is my own

Even though I’m leavin’ and I’ll be yours for the weekend 

​'Tis the damn season

TOLERATE IT

I notice everything you do or don’t do

You’re so much older and wiser 

If it’s all in my head tell me now 

Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow 

I know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it 

I take your indiscretions all in good fun 

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky - now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life 

I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life 

You assume I’m fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins?

Believe me, I could do it 

NO BODY, NO CRIME

He did it

Her husband’s actin’ different, and it smells like infidelity 

That ain’t my merlot on his mouth. That ain’t my jewelry on our joint account 

I think I’m gonna call him out 

No, there ain’t no doubt 

I think he did it, but I just can’t prove it 

No body, no crime

I ain’t lettin’ up until the day I die 

Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen 

I’ve cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene 

She was with me, dude 

They think she did it, but they just can’t prove it 

Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy 

I wasn’t lettin’ up until the day he died 

HAPPINESS

I see this for what it is

All the years I’ve given is just shit we’re dividin’ up 

I can’t face reinvention 

There’ll be happiness after you 

There was happiness because of you 

Haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a lifetime 

Tell me, when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk? 

I hope she’ll be your beautiful fool, who takes my spot next to you 

No, I didn’t mean that 

Sorry, I can’t see facts through all of my fury

You haven’t met the new me yet 

There’ll be happiness after me

There was happiness because of me 

I can’t make it go away by making you a villain 

I pulled your body into mine every goddamn night, now I get fake niceties 

No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you and you know you hurt him, too

All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness 

After giving you the best I had, tell me what to give after that?

All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness. You haven’t met the new me yet and I think she’ll give you that

DOROTHEA

Do you ever stop and think about me?

A tiny screen’s the only place I see you now

I got nothing but well-wishes for ya

This place is the same as it ever was but you don’t like it that way 

It’s never too late to come back to my side 

You'rе a queen sellin’ dreams, sellin’ makeup and magazines 

From you I’d buy anything 

But are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? 

I guess I’ll never know 

If you’re ever tired of being known for who you know, you’ll always know me.

CONEY ISLAND

If I can’t relate to you anymore then who am I related to?

And if this is the long haul how’d we get here so soon? 

Did I close my fist around something delicate?

Did I shatter you? 

Sorry for not making you my centerfold 

What’s a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me?

Do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

Will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care? 

We were like the mall before the internet 

Were you waiting at our old spot: in the tree line by the gold clock?

Did I leave you hanging every single day? 

When I got into the accident the sight that flashed before me was your face 

IVY

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand

I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living 

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand 

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand taking mine, but it’s been promised to another 

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland 

I wish to know the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed 

Your opal eyes are all I wish to see 

I’d live and die for moments that we stole 

What would he do if he found us out? 

Dare to sit and watch what we’ll become 

It’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it 

It’s the goddamn fight of my life and you started it

COWBOY LIKE ME

Dancin’ is a dangerous game

I’m never gonna love again 

I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve 

Takes one to know one 

Never wanted love, just a fancy car 

You’re a cowboy like me 

I’m telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear 

You’re a bandit like me 

Never thought I’d meet you here 

We could be the way forward and I know I’ll pay for it 

The skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up

The old men that I’ve swindled really did believe I was the one 

Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon 

Forever is the sweetest con

LONG STORY SHORT

I tried to pick my battles ‘til the battle picked me

I was in the alley, surrounded on all sides 

Long story short, it was a bad time 

If the shoe fits, walk in it ‘til your high heels break 

I clung to the nearest lips and long story short, it was the wrong guy 

Now I’m all about you 

Actually, I always felt I must look better in the rear view - missing me.

If someone comes at us, this time, I’m ready 

No more keepin’ score, now I just keep you warm 

Past me, I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things 

Your nemeses will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing 

He feels like home 

Long story short, I survived

MARJORIE

Never be so kind you forget to be clever

Never be so clever you forget to be kind

If I didn’t know better I’d think you were talking to me now

If I didn’t know better I’d think you were still around 

You’re alive in my head 

What died didn’t stay dead 

You’re alive, so alive 

Never be so polite you forget your power

Nevеr wield such power you forget to be polite 

I should’ve asked you questions 

Should’ve kept every grocery store receipt cause every scrap of you would be taken from me 

I know better but you’re still around 

I still feel you all around

CLOSURE

It’s been a long time and seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain

Yes, I’m doing better

I don’t need your closure 

Yes, I got your letter 

Don’t treat me like some situation that needs to be handled 

I’m fine with my spite and my tears, and my beers and my candles 

I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life 

Staying friends would iron it out so nice 

EVERMORE

Gray November, I’ve been down since July

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone trying to find the one where I went wrong 

I couldn’t be sure

I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore 

Guess I’m feeling unmoored 

Can’t remember what I used to fight for 

Can’t not think of all the cost and the things that will be lost 

To be certain, we’ll be tall again 

Is there a line that I could just go cross? 

And when I was shipwrecked I thought of you 

It was real enough to get me through 

I dreamed of you 

I swear you were there 

I had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be for evermore

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shōto​,​​

            ❝  CAN  YOU  .  .  .  not  turn  around  for  a  second  ??  ❞  shouto  hugs  fuyumi  from  behind,  a  bouquet  of  her  favorite  flowers  in  his  hand,  pressed  against  her  chest.  ❝  the  reason  i’m  not  drowning  today  is  because  of  you,  nee-san.  it’s  not  fair  that  you  had  to  raise  to  all  of  us,  that  you  had  to  grow  up  so  fast  when  you  were  still  just  a  kid  too.  &&—-  ❞  shouto  buries  his  face  into  her  shoulder,  struggling  to  keep  his  voice  steady.  ❝  i’m  sorry  i  couldn’t  protect  you,  or  do  more  for  you  back  then.  you  always  deserved  better.  ❞  too  many  times  shouto  imagined  running  away  with  his  siblings.  if  he  had  been  stronger,  braver,  maybe  he  could’ve  done  that.  

           ❝  … sometimes,  i’d  dream  about  you  walking  out  the  door.  &&  you’d  have  every  right  to  do  that.  ❞  if  fuyumi  chose  to  leave  this  family  behind,  shouto  would  accept  it.  she  shouldn’t  burn  with  the  rest  of  them.  ❝  —-but  you  stayed.  ❞  his  voice  cracks  all  over  the  place,  &&  tears  brim  his  eyes,  but  shouto  gently  turns  his  sister  around,  so  they  can  see  each  other.  he  passes  the  flowers  to  her.  today  isn’t  a  day  to  suffocate  in  anger  over  a  man  who  set  their  family  on  fire.  today  &&  every  day  in  the  year  is   for  shouto  to  be  grateful  for  his  sister.  ❝  i  love  you.  thank  you  for  everything,  nee-san.  ❞

she doesn’t  —   turn around that is.

but that’s more to do with shock at first,  than the fact that fuyumi’s easily complacent.   (   or maybe she is,  fuyumi certainly is in no business to deny the truth.   )   before it morphs into this sense of dread,   a ball of fear and horror weighing like steel at the bottom of her stomach,   because it’s one thing to have been presented these words that she’s sure comes simply from a place of sincerity,  but it’s another when it’s her most dangerous thoughts that had found its way into becoming words.

a line of panic :   how could he have known?    bursts into her,  sharp,  because any thoughts of leaving were something fuyumi keeps tightly locked,  away from consideration,  though it appears once in a blue moon,  like an unrested ghost.   she only has few seconds to fully gather her expressions before shōto spins her around,  and she wonders if her little brother will mistaken her wide-eyed, tear-glistened eyes with her being moved,  not pushed to panic.

but slowly,  like oil separating from water,  fuyumi calms and smiles:  one hand reaching out to brush away his youngest brother’s long hair.   she’s sisterly,  gentle,  before she grasps at his hands despite the flowers,  and squeezes,   ‘    shōto,   you will never,  ever need to protect me.   i protect you,  okay?   you’re my baby brother.   i protect you.   ’   a pause,  before fuyumi ruffles his dual-coloured hair.    ‘   and i love you too,  you little shakespeare.   ’

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@repressedkindness​ asked:  “ Midoriya. ” The door was opened and Shoto was caught standing outside the green-haired's dorm room. “ Good Morning, ” he mumbled. Having woken earlier than usual, he still was feeling a little drowsy. What had he been doing there? This day wasn't like any other for his classmate. It was his birthday. Shoto had found out randomly about it when listening to a conversation their classmates had. Thankfully, because of that, he had enough time to prepare himself for the day. Looking for a gift wasn't the easy task he thought it to be, especially when the receiver was someone very important to him. Gifts and similar gestures had the power to transmit the feelings someone had for another. Not the worth, but the thought was what mattered, and for Midoriya, Shoto wished to find something that'd show him even a tiny bit of what he felt of him.

The one to have saved him. How things would have been if it hadn't been for him ? If they hadn't been FRIENDS? That word that never came to his mind before. A word he believed only foolish people would use. Only those to haven't known what real love was like and the pain of losing it — of losing all feelings to bring warmth to one's heart and not let it freeze and shatter. Easily talking about a bond most couldn’t imagine. Never had he been able to say that word out loud, until now. And he owed that to Midoriya. For reading him, understanding him, and trying to SAVE him. The very first person after his mother to bring some peace to his heart.

Those feelings he couldn't properly describe, he wished to convey in some way, if possible. What he concluded on giving him, wasn't a fancy gift, but something he hoped he was going to appreciate. He had been standing outside his room for some time, ignorant of dozing off when supporting his back against the wall. He wanted to be one of the first to wish him for the day, knowing everyone was going to fall on him the moment he'd leave the elevator and walk to the common room.

When their eyes finally met, he moved closer, extending his hand. He held a wrapped gift, and a small bouquet of white chrysanthemums. The gift was a simple notebook with a hard cover, with carved the word ‘ Deku ’ at the center of it. It was his way of telling him to continue what he did. To continue with the same love and passion for everything he did and write down his thoughts. As for the flowers, they held another meaning. His devotion. Loyalty. With a soft, quiet tone, barely heard,  he whispered ‘ Happy Birthday ’ and offered a small smile at him.

( from Shoto ) (sorry this is late! it's a little crappy but i wanted it not to be too late! sorry if it's random too! )

izuku isn’t in a rush.

he never is  —   not even on his birthday.  after all,  if it hadn’t been for the phone call he had spent an hour talking with his mom yesterday and the hasty messages sent by all might right when the clock stroke midnight about the date and the detail surrounding it,  izuku would’ve probably forgotten all about it altogether.  not out of some dramatic reason,  though.

so maybe his failed ninth birthday party was kinda ... sad  —   considering no one but the neighbours had showed up,  and even then,  it was out of some obligatory reasons because they were kind to his mom  —  but,  really,   izuku just stops putting much value on it,  you know?   and quiet birthdays were something that suited him and his mom more,  that’s all.

being in a closely-knitted classroom changed that,  though.

he still remembers the awkwardness that he exhibited when yaoyorozu-san was collecting everybody’s birthday informations early during their first few months of schooling.  it was to keep track,  she’d said,  with that diplomatic smile,  while kaminari-kun had waved his hands,  pumping it in the air alongside ashido-san,  who seems to look pinker than usual.  it’s so we can prepare something on everyone’s birthdays!   which was   ...    well.   it was a nice thought,  izuku had thought then.   to be included.

to be remembered.

he just didn’t think much about it after,  you know?   and then he’d woken up today with a flurry of messages by iida-kun and uraraka-kun.  izuku hadn’t checked it yet,  shuffling around the room in an attempt to locate his morning kit before he walks himself to the common bathroom.  it’s when he stumbles out of the room that he’s startled  —  thank god for quick reflexes  —  and notices todoroki-kun.

the gift is  ...   unexpected.  because   -    well,  it’s one thing to be wished,  you know?  izuku couldn’t remember the last time he was gifted anything.   maybe from the old man at his neighborhood working at the convenience store who gave izuku a free ice cream once when he found out it was izuku’s birthday.  that was nice of the old man,  even if he smelled too much like cigarette.  he’d known him since kacchan and him were kids.  but this—

the high of izuku’s freckled cheeks blotch with red patches.  aahh,  he really hadn’t expect this!

‘  todoroki-kun,  thank you!   ’    it’s such a simple gift,  but izuku can’t help from being moved;  even going as far as bowing down in his effort to thank.  he cradles the flowers carefully,  amazed.  already,  he’s anxious with how he’s planning to preserve this.  he’s never been given flowers before!   ‘   i   ...   wow.   you really didn’t have to,  but  —   i’ll use this!   i won’t let it go to waste.  i promise.   ah   ...   i’m so happy.   ’

   birthday asks.  ( even if im late c’: )

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no offense but the soft uncertain kiss followed by a pause where the people look each other in the eyes and then fucking pull eachother back into a more passionate kiss will always be the most soul destroying trope , catch me lying on the fucking ground sobbing and rewatching The Scene™✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼

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@ofdetonation​ asked:  he is still recovering. still… disconnected. katsuki stares at the midoriya household door with a tense frown on his face, mitsuki standing by him with a wary hand on his shoulder, crimson meeting matching crimson, which carries an uneasy smile. it’s izuku’s birthday, but things weren’t the same — and that set the young blond on edge.

he had asked inko prior, asked if izuku would be up for a visit with his mother tagging along, just for a quick happy birthday and a gift. she had reluctantly agreed. if anything, for the blond to offer a way to bring izuku back to reality a little, with trivial shit that they hadn’t even done for years — at fault, once again.

but today is izuku’s day, and katsuki had even gone through the effort to make him something for the occasion; baking wasn’t his strength, though the cake he created is still nicely iced, and the decorations just enough to not be childish or too adult-like. the gift he brought on behalf of the rest of the class is something he considers stupid, however. mitsuki holds the gift in her hands, neatly wrapped in brown paper, decorated with green and blue and white. she insisted on the presentation with the hope that izuku would appreciate it. katsuki doubts it.

by the time mitsuki knocks and they’re both let in, katsuki’s brows are furrowed, and his jaw tense. he switches the cake with the gift, his mother ushering him to find izuku to give it to him, acting as though he were three again — with the never-ending excitement that came with giving the best of the best, hoping to win over izuku’s friendship, even if he didn’t have to try.

they weren’t the same anymore.

“oi, nerd,” comes katsuki’s stoic tone, the blond having opened the door to izuku’s room slightly — enough for privacy, but also enough for him to annoy the other into a response. “auntie inko said you might be in here. you better be fucking awake.”

katsuki welcomes himself into the other’s room, shutting the door behind him and throwing the gift over to the bed. crimson hones in on the freckled boy with a less-than-impressed look on his face, arms crossed, body leaning against the door to block out the potential escape route… if the other didn’t feel like talking. katsuki has a suspicion it might be that way.

“not even gonna bother celebrating your damn birthday, huh? it’s a damn miracle you’re alive, don’tcha think you should fucking celebrate a little? it sure ain’t gonna kill you.” a huff. “gift’s from the damned class, by the way. i made you cake. now get your ass up and live a fucking little, deku, you’ve made it around the sun another fucking year.” /  hmm slightly angstier approach 🤔

kacchan lacks tact.

it’s not something that’s new,  though izuku supposes it loses a bit of its charms when it’s coming from a very well-developed teenager than it was when it was coming from a clumsy but loud four-year-old.   for a moment,  that was all izuku had allowed himself to indulge in:  this small fantasy of an excited spiky blonde-haired child,  who would run right up to izuku’s room,  babbling over the day ahead of them.

izuku doesn’t often reminisce  —  there would be no point beyond pointing out times in his life when all might’s fight was incredible,  or kacchan’s determination was astounding   —  but he thinks about the reaction he would’ve given had he been the simple kid that he was.   how infectious  bakugou katsuki  is with his spirits:  if kacchan is excited,  then of course izuku would be too.  if kacchan had been eager and insistent in wanting izuku to hurry up so they could start their day,  then izuku would’ve rushed.

things were easy then,  wasn’t it?

the kacchan now is ...   glaring,  izuku thinks   -   though then again kacchan’s face had been more or less constructed into a permanent frown ever since they were ...  nine?  ten years old?   a shame,  was what the girls in middle school used to say,  and some he’s sure had been traded in whispers among their high school hallways.  a strikingly handsome face,  and bakugou katsuki insists on delivering nothing but scowls and irritated emotions.

still,  izuku couldn’t quite imagine anything else.  besides from kacchan glaring,  or irreversibly angry,  or quietly fuming,  or  -   in the rare occassion that kacchan’s happy enough  -  victoriously smirking,   izuku couldn’t  ...   really imagine any other expressions from his childhood friend towards him.  he used to be so envious of kirishima-kun,  kaminari-kun,  sero-kun,  and  ashido-san for having the privilege of being close to kacchan the way they are.

where izuku could never enter,  they’ve obliterated the blonde’s walls like it’s nothing.

maybe izuku should be happy instead  —  and he is  —  but there is still that drop of disappointment that ripples throughout.  the child in him who had thought his childhood friend hung the stars,  twisting and kneading his shirts in obvious anxiousness over the helpnessness in knowing he will lose this friendship no matter how much he pleads or insists.

it’s an odd state to be in,  izuku could admit to that at least:   for him to view kacchan so preciously,  knowing that they’re as distant as any two people could be.

so this is a surprise.  really,   it is.   kacchan walks into his room like the four-year-old him had never left,  and it   ...    it doesn’t really bring anything much out of him,  if izuku’s honest.  a strange sense of nostalgia maybe;  the faint feeling of wanting to appreciate,  but ultimately he’s guarded.   so he merely says,   ‘   ah    -    thank you.   you shouldn’t have—   ’     izuku tries smiling,  hand on the wrapped gift.    ‘   you could’ve just mailed it.   ’

birthdays stopped being a big deal,  anyways.

ever since that ninth birthday party that nobody — sans izuku’s unknowing and maybe slightly pitying neighbours — showed up to.    ‘   kacchan baked ?  ’   that,  at least,  got his eyes widen.   the high of his cheeks turn pink:   another thing he can’t imagine,  kacchan with any baking tools,  doing something specifically for him.   but again,  the blonde’s a master at surprising:  the fight at ground beta,  the trainings after,  kacchan taking the attack from shigaraki for him.   ahh as usual,  izuku can’t help thinking,  you’re amazing. 

‘   usually mom and i would.   bake,  that is.  then we’d go to the shrine,  say our thanks.  would you ...  —  i mean.  if auntie mitsuki and you are free,  maybe we could,  uh   ...    you could come.   ’

    birthday asks.  ( even if im late c’: )