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You notice it on a Thursday.

It’s raining, you’re late to your media studies class, and Todoroki Shoto—stoic, mysterious, emotionally confusing Todoroki Shoto—is walking across campus… in your hoodie.

Your favorite hoodie. The one with the ramen stain on the sleeve and the tiny bleach dot on the back. The one you loaned him like three weeks ago because “you look cold and that’s illegal.”

And he never gave it back.

Now here he is. Hood up. Hands in the front pocket. Completely unbothered. Like he’s not walking around committing psychological warfare via stolen fabric.

You blink, stunned. He catches your eye, tilts his head just slightly. Nods. And smiles.

And you—betrayed by your own hormones—melt on the spot.

📲 [your phone, 12:43PM] you: shoto. you: give me back my damn hoodie shoto: no.

Later that night, you show up to his apartment with revenge in your heart and a tote bag full of snacks. He's making tea. You’re plotting a hoodie heist.

Except then he opens the door and he's still wearing it. Like it’s his. Like he owns it. Like the very concept of personal property has no meaning to him.

“You’re still wearing that?” you ask.

He shrugs. “It smells like you.”

You choke on air. “I—I—”

“I like it,” he adds. Calm. Unbothered. Casually destroying you.

You don’t sleep that night. You just lay awake. Thinking about the way he looked at you when he said it. And planning your counterattack.

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When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

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⌗ OKARUN — 𖦹 𝗰𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱⭑.ᐟ

"i lost my caffeine virginity a long time ago." "HUH?"

sneak peek!

Diary Entry – 2:04 AM There’s a boy in Booth Six who’s been slowly ascending into the astral plane for the last three nights. I’ve named him Okarun because he looks like he could debate the paranormal and cry about it in the same breath. He hasn’t ordered anything except tap water and a fork. I don’t know if he’s broke, cursed, or both. But if he dies here, I’m putting “Death by Frappe” on the specials board. — J

The boy didn’t notice her until she dropped it in front of him.

He blinked. Then again. Then looked up at her like he’d forgotten how human faces worked.

“I didn’t order anything,” he said, voice soft and startled.

“You looked like you were about to pass out and/or ascend. Consider this... life support.”

He hesitated. “What is it?”

“Caramel. Sugar. Hope. Please don’t die in my booth.”

He stared at it a moment longer before picking it up. Sipped.

Then blinked again, like lightning just struck his brain.

“This is—” he started, but the words evaporated halfway out of his mouth.

Juuna smirked. “Strong, huh?”

He nodded slowly. Then faster. His eyes began to widen in real time. His hands twitched.

Juuna stepped back. “And there it is.”

He blinked. Again. Then again—like he was trying to recalibrate his sense of reality through sheer eyelid friction.

Juuna leaned her hip against the booth wall, arms crossed. Observing. Cataloguing. A true scientist.

First came the obvious: his pupils dilated like saucers. Then the twitching started—small stuff, like the way he tapped his pencil against the table suddenly quadrupled in speed. His legs began to bounce under the table like he was preparing for liftoff.

“You okay there, champ?”

His eyes snapped to hers. Too fast.

“Did you put...,” he started, pausing to blink rapidly, “...jet fuel in this?”

Juuna shrugged. “Just caffeine. Sugar. Compassion.”

“And... possibly cocaine?”

“Can neither confirm nor deny.”

He gripped the cup like it was the last tether to his soul. Then looked down at the open textbook spread in front of him—quantum physics, of all things—and flipped a page with trembling fingers.

Then two more. Then five.

His lips moved as he read, but no sound came out.

“Okay, what in the Buzzfeed Unsolved just happened,” Juuna muttered under her breath.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, louder than she expected. “Wait, wait, wait... I get it now.”

Juuna raised an eyebrow. “Get what?”

“The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle... it’s not about uncertainty—it’s about boundaries. Statistical variance. Probabilities manifesting through action—oh my god—” He slapped a palm flat on the page and looked up at her with wild eyes. “This drink is dangerous.”

She smirked. “Welcome to the diner.”

He didn’t laugh, but his mouth twitched like it wanted to. His eyes looked a little glassy now, like adrenaline and relief had collided somewhere behind them.

“You okay?” she asked.

He nodded, then shook his head, then nodded again. “I haven’t had caffeine before. Ever.”

Juuna blinked. “You’re nineteen. What are you, some kind of monk?”

“I’m sensitive,” he muttered. “Also, I’ve read a lot of studies about the negative effects of—”

“You read studies for fun?”

He blinked again. “Yeah?”

Juuna stared. “God. You really are Okarun.”

He blinked. “Oka-what?”

“Nothing.” She turned, but not before catching the hint of a confused smile tugging at his face. “Don’t overdo it, Booth Six.”

“My name’s Ken,” he said quickly. “Ken Takakura.”

She stopped, halfway back to the counter.

Looked over her shoulder.

“Well, Ken,” she said, pointing at his half-finished frappe, “sip slowly. I don’t want to be held legally responsible for your heart exploding.”

Then she returned to her post behind the counter, a grin threatening to curl at the edge of her mouth.

ᶻ z��𝘇⠀𐰁 ˎˊ˗ lana's note ! 𑁯 ᰍ ◌ GRRR DANDADAN IS SO PEAK AND OKARUN.....don't get me started on okarun.....I love him sm THAT BOY IS MINE GRRRRRR. also very first dandadan fic coming soon! imma put my blood sweat and tears in this *sigh*

🍰﹒⪩﹒©️ ICEDMOCHALANA﹒✦﹒♡﹒﹢

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I AGREEEEEE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

the art style is refreshing, the characters are great, the story is brilliant, and okarun is such a sweetheart *i want him*

i want more okarun fics 😚

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“Some people are born with tornados in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.”

— Perspectives, Nikita Gill

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YES PERIOD 😭 dude ever since mastermind NO WAIT EVEN BEFORE THAT ive been AGGRESSIVELY SOBBING over this show GOODBYE.

LGBT stands for Let’s Get Blitzo Therapy

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lets all love @cupidsdescendant mwah xoxo -love your pookie wifey lonnie loo

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⌗ TAMAKI AMAJIKI — ꒰ 🍮 “cutie patootie” ☆ ꒱

code 𝟽𝟽𝟽 : in which … lana gives you soft tamaki headcanons (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)*

ᶻ z⠀𝘇⠀𐰁 ˎˊ˗ lana's note ! 𑁯 ᰍ ◌ ive always loved tamaki, so i really worked hard on these. i hope you enjoy them!

﹙★﹚he’s a great listener

﹙★﹚like you could talk to him about anything under the sun, and he will quietly and eagerly listen to you

﹙★﹚one day, you come home from patrol in a really bad mood. tamaki senses it right away and after greeting you, he asks you in the most gentle voice “you wanna tell me what's wrong?”

﹙★﹚and the way he says it is so inviting, like he's ready to listen to you, so you just start ranting about your day and how absolutely unbearable it was

﹙★﹚while your venting, he's playing with your fingers absentmindedly while giving you his full attention, eye contact, nodding, occasionally asking questions, all to show you that he is truly paying attention to you

﹙★﹚his phone could ring, cutting you off in the middle of your rant. he looks at it, while you smile and say “go ahead, it's probably important.”

﹙★﹚all he does is turn his phone off and say to you, “not as important as you.”

﹙★﹚(⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

﹙★﹚because tamaki is such a great listener, he's also a great gift giver

﹙★﹚he’ll give you a gift at the most random time and when you ask him how did he know you wanted it, tamaki would smile sheepishly and admit that he had heard you talking about it at one point

﹙★﹚pda isn't really his thing, he's too shy

﹙★﹚but when he's feeling a little bold, he would definitely gently link pinkies with you while walking

﹙★﹚flowers. he loves to give you flowers

﹙★﹚sometimes he will eat your favorite flower just to see the pure happiness on your face when it blooms from his palm

﹙★﹚it hurts him, but seeing you happy is enough to eradicate his pain

﹙★﹚the perfect date to tamaki? a picnic in an open grass field or in a butterfly garden

﹙★﹚forehead kisses 24/7

﹙★﹚when you two are alone, he is the clingiest little bean omfg-

﹙★﹚he will not let go of you, and no, you can't go anywhere

﹙★﹚”tama, I'm just going to get some snacks. It won't even take that long.”

﹙★﹚”nope, I'm not letting you go. The snacks can wait, I can't.”

﹙★﹚🤧😫🥺

﹙★﹚his jealousy is quiet. he doesn't openly express when he's jealous, he kinda just side eyes whoever's drooling over you

﹙★﹚if the situation escalates, though ( someone's being a bit too pervy or flirty for you or tamaki's liking ) best believe that tamaki's protecting you in an instant

﹙★﹚tamaki isn't ready for a fast moving relationship, but he'll ask you occasionally if you're okay with the pace that your relationship is moving at

﹙★﹚he genuinely wants to make sure you're comfortable and doing well

﹙★﹚"you know I love you right bunny? Always and forever."

ᶻ z⠀𝘇⠀𐰁 ˎˊ˗ lana's note ! 𑁯 ᰍ ◌ and that's it! sorry this one is so short, this is my first time writing headcanons. definitely will be writing a part two. thanks for reading!

🍰﹒⪩﹒©️ ICEDMOCHALANA﹒✦﹒♡��﹢

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⌗ LANA — ꒰ 🍮 “a dreamerie” ☆ ꒱

be my sunshine, for all etenity ♡ ➘ 08’ | 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀 (미코) ♪ . *. ⋆

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adeptus 𝘅𝗶𝗮𝗼 𖦹 かわいい男の子！𖥨 genshin, music, helluva boss, anime and dandadan enthusiast

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cherie, ame soeur, sois juste toi-meme…

⠀# — welcome to my blog! i'm lana. i'm a (bad) writer who loves genshin, my hero academia, manga, dandadan, anime, and a long list of things that would take too long to name 😭

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