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Alright it’s that time again, general ramblings post about Ep 5

I never thought certified silly billy Caine would ever actually scare me but I was proven wrong within the first minute. We definitely all expected him to become really unstable this episode but I can’t imagine many of us were thinking he was going to become violent. (And not in his ‘oblivious to the pain he’s causing others’ way.) Really scared for the players in the future episodes not gonna lie.

It’s not like it’s a huge shock a scene like this happened but I do find it very funny I wrote a one-shot with a nearly identical plot to this back in January

Also just…Jax and Pomni friendship!! I’ve been holding out for their love/hate frenemies bond to develop and I’m honestly surprised it’s happening this soon but I’m not complaining. I read them as having a purely platonic ‘bickering best buds’ dynamic but I’m proud of the funnybunny shippers for eating with this episode

Also where do I even start with these two. They’re just adorable. In a sea of messy emotions and messier relationships it’s so refreshing to see these two just…have a healthy friendship, support each other and enjoy each others’ company. They’re so in love I will die on this hill

I liked Kinger pulling Pomni under the desk to talk to her since he thinks better in the dark! Honestly very sweet of him. Their dynamic makes my heart happy

Was just trying to find a good screenshot of the anime segment to talk about how funny it was but then I spotted TGD Easter eggs on the bulletin board! Just thought it was neat

I do find it both kinda funny and fascinating how all of these lines up with the fanbase’s most popular headcanons. I know a lot of this could just be inferred from the previous episodes (and in Pomni’s case her being an accountant was just confirmed outright before) but the fact these all lined up nearly to a T to the most common interpretations of them just goes to show how well the fanbase knows these characters. It took wading through some content farming but Goose struck the right audience eventually

Found it interesting that Pomni didn’t vote for Jax to be put in the maid dress. They bonded pretty damn quick lol

I think all of us were expecting a scene like this at some point but I wasn’t thinking Pomni was going to be involved like this. It’s interesting how Jax and Ragatha are basically doing a tug-of-war over her, denying her of her agency and trying to project their own ideals onto her. I expected Pomni to play peacekeeper but I wasn’t expecting her to be a pawn in the middle of this argument. Honestly that’s just scratching the surface of this scene’s nuances, Jax and Ragatha are such fantastic foils to each other and I am very glad Ragatha finally got to have her crash out moment

Also I know there is a TON of analysis that could be made just off this one expression but just look at him for a moment. stupid man

I did find it very funny that Evil Pomni curses with basically the same frequency I write regular Pomni lol

This fucking mannequin dude…I was on the fence if they were actually plot relevant or just a running Easter egg and it definitely looks like the former’s the case. Can’t wait to find out what this guy’s deal is

Also how dare they call me out like this

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livingthe24framelife · 4 days ago

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Kiribaku Month #17 & #18

Free Theme (Jealousy) & Bakusquad

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Kiribaku Month #16

If they were canon

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Kiribaku…my old beloved

And Kiri being the designated bottle opener

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I'm back with my fic for KRBK Fluff Week 2025 day 3, kisses/holding hands! Enjoy! :D

It has to be you, Kirishima.

Even as Midoriya continued to explain his plan, even as they moved to set it into action, that sentence continued to loop in Eijirou’s head. It felt like an affirmation, not just for this very moment, but for everything that’s happened over the last few days, tying it all together with an orange-tinted thread.

It had to be Kirishima to beg the teachers to let them fight, because he’s stood idly by enough times in his life.

It had to be Kirishima to lay restless in bed when he got home, unable to even hope for an ounce of sleep when his best friend didn’t get to have that luxury, not when he didn’t have the safety to do so.

It had to be Kirishima to enact the plan with Todoroki, to convince Midoriya and Yaoyorozu to tag along to make this night a success.

It had to be Kirishima to be braced in Midoriya and Iida’s grasps, the draw of their power thrumming around him like a hopeful heartbeat to egg him on, to push him to be the sturdy rock that protected them as they launched into the night sky, to reach his hand down to the one person who needed protecting the most.

He could’ve cried when it was him that made Bakugou blast up to them without hesitation, his grin matching the one that threatened to tear Eijirou’s face in half, it was so wide, as sweaty palm met sweaty palm.

Eijirou had been nervous as hell as the night progressed, exploding from bad to worse with that new villain’s entrance, but it had to be him to make use of that slim window of time they’d found to get Bakugou out of there.

And it had to be him to keep holding onto Bakugou’s hand once they were back on the ground and far away from the action.

“Oi, we’re done, lemme go.” Bakugou tugged against Eijirou’s grip, but it wasn’t as strong as it could’ve been, not by a long shot. A half-hearted attempt at best. And Eijirou picked up the minute tremors in the blond’s hand. Whether a remnant of his stunt to get to them a minute ago, the exhaustion, hunger, and thirst Bakugou likely felt, or well-hidden fear, Eijirou didn’t know.

What he did know was that he wanted to be Bakugou’s grounding rock, so he held on tighter. “We should get going to meet back with the others, yeah?” Eijirou suggested, gesturing in the direction Midoriya and Iida had started walking.

Bakugou’s eyes flicked past him to look where he was pointing before looking back at Eijirou, eyes searching. Searching for what, Eijirou didn’t know, but he just smiled at him and tilted his head, waiting. He had nothing to hide, after all. Not from him.

Eventually Bakugou huffed and looked away. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” he grumbled, none of his usual bite present in his voice. He stalked past Eijirou, tugging him after him with the firm grip on his hand.

They never let go for the rest of the night.

Not while they watched All Might’s last stand on the jumbotrons in the city proper (Bakugou’s grip had tightened to an almost dangerous degree during the fight, but Eijirou was sturdy, he could take it.)

Not during the train ride back to Musutafu in the early dawn, where Bakugou had finally had the peace to doze off against Eijirou’s shoulder, even if it was just for five minutes.

And not during the hours that they sat at the police station, Eijirou silent support during all the times that Bakugou was questioned and checked on by the officers on staff.

(He honestly hadn’t expected Bakugou to want to keep holding his hand by that point. He even tried to pull away as they went to hand Bakugou over to the police—Eijirou had snuck out of home and his moms were probably worried sick, he should at least call them—but Bakugou had just held on tighter and looked resolutely forward as he dragged Eijirou into the station.

Eijirou didn’t complain. He just waved at Midoriya and the others as the door shut behind him.

It gave Detective Tsukauchi a chance to question Eijirou on his side of events, too. Maybe he should feel guilty about admitting to leading a charge to break who knows how many laws last night, and he did a little bit, but the hand in his grasp, warm and sweaty but alive, made him not regret his actions in the slightest.)

It wasn’t until Eijirou and Bakugou were cleared to leave around noon, both of their parents already outside and waiting to take them home, that they finally separated.

It almost seemed like Bakugou was trying to draw the contact out, tugging him along to where his mom and dad were waiting for him by their car. Bakugou’s face pinched as he looked down at their hands, like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how, or if he should, but instead he slipped his hand out of Eijirou’s, his index finger catching Eijirou’s pinkie for a brief moment before the connection was severed completely. “I’ll see you at school, or whatever,” he muttered.

“Yeah.” Eijirou’s hand was cold, bereft, the nitro on his palm drying quickly. He clapped Bakugou on the shoulder, squeezing gently, the loss abated slightly. “Get some rest, man. I’ll text you later.”

Bakugou didn’t even tell him not to like he usually would, just nodded before pulling away from Eijirou and climbing into the backseat, shutting the door behind him. Eijirou kept his eyes on that spiky head through the window until his car was out of sight. Only then did he move to go home himself.

His moms were gracious enough to not fuss at him for the entire three-hour drive back to Chiba, only the first fifteen minutes or so of it. Eventually they lapsed into silence after making sure that Eijirou had made it out unscathed, and as the chaos of the last twenty-four hours—the last three days, really—finally ended and the exhaustion started to cling to the corners of Eijirou’s brain, his eyes fell to his hand.

The nitro was still there, even if he couldn’t see it. A part of his brain knew that it was dangerous, that he should wash it off as soon as possible, but the rest of him didn’t care. He’d douse his entire body in nitroglycerin if it meant he could hold Bakugou’s hand, or hold him in general. To wrap him up in his arms, to be the barrier between his best friend and everything that sought to hurt him, to calm the tremors that wracked his body, to soothe and stay at Bakugou’s side and be wanted at his side.

With the end of the chaos and the peace of mind that Bakugou was finally safe, the truth came to Eijirou calmly, suddenly but not surprising, the last knot tied into place.

It had to be Bakugou that Eijirou fell for.

And he really hoped he could hold his hand again.

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My fic for KRBK Fluff Week 2025 day 5: sleepovers/self-care! One of my faves written for this, hope you enjoy! :D

With the weekend finally upon them, the common room was filled with excited chatter as everybody filed in, already discussing their plans for the next couple days. Usually Eijirou would be with them, suggesting ideas for a squad hangout or brainstorming what to convince Bakugou to do with him over the two days, but today, he wasn’t having any of it.

While the rest of the class filled the couches and kitchen, Eijirou slinked upstairs to his room, dropping his backpack by the door and barely getting his tie undone and tossed aside before faceplanting his pillow with a heavy sigh.

He’s been feeling gross all week. Not physically—he showers everyday, the training regiment required of hero students made that basic ounce of hygiene a must—but mentally, like he was trapped in quicksand, and trying to dislodge any kind of thought just made him sink further into it.

It slowed his brain, making it feel like he was moving through the day at a snail’s pace while everybody else flew ahead. He couldn’t focus in class, the mere thought of trying to just about using up the little bit of energy that he woke up with each morning, his mental fuel not recharged despite getting a full night’s sleep. Being the chipper smiley guy he’s been since enrolling into UA has always been a performance, but it was even harder to keep up his smiles and engage with his friends than usual.

But now it was the weekend. He had no plans, no major assignments due soon. Eijirou could hole up in bed, isolate himself from the rest of the world, and hope that by Monday he would be back to normal.

His door banged open, hard enough to hit the wall, and a gruff voice filled the silence. “Oi, the fuck is wrong with you?”

Or not.

Eijirou lifted his head just enough to send a weak glare at the blond in his doorway. It felt more like a squint. “Hello to you too, Bakugou.” And he returned his face to his pillow.

It was silent for a long moment before the door shut at a more acceptable volume. Bare feet crossed the hardwood to his bed, then a finger jabbed him in the shoulder. “You’ve been acting weird all week. What’s up with you?” Bakugou was speaking softer, less angry now. It almost sounded…worried?

A spark of warmth flickered in Eijirou’s chest before it was consumed by the quicksand. He turned his head to blink up at Bakugou; he had a constipated frown on his face, the one he got when he was faced with a new math problem and didn’t know how to solve it yet. Picking apart the pieces to see if he could sort out the full picture in a way that made sense.

Eijirou barely shrugged. “Just having an off week, I guess. Tired.” He felt like he’d been going nonstop for a while, the week before especially brutal with all the tests and complex training exercises. Maybe last weekend wasn’t enough to recover from that?

The constipated frown got worse, red eyes darting across Eijirou’s form. They soon landed at the top of his head, and the finger poked the top of his head this time, his hair down from showering after training. “Your roots are growing in.”

Ah, right. That was another thing he needed to worry about. Just the thought of spending several hours redyeing his hair made him want to cry, his eyes already feeling tingly, and he turned his face back into his pillow. “I’ll take care of it later.”

Silence again. Footsteps roamed around his room, even into his en-suite, before the door opened and Bakugou left, closing it gently behind him.

A small part of Eijirou was bummed that Bakugou left. The other part was glad his friend didn’t have to watch him wallow in his quicksand brain.

He was pulled back to consciousness by fingers tangling into his hair. When had he even fallen asleep?

The fingers gently tugged at the strands, getting Eijirou to lift his head and blearily blink up at Bakugou once again standing by his bedside. He was still frowning, less constipated and more determined. “C’mon, sit up, you can’t skip dinner.” Eijirou only noticed the bowl in Bakugou’s other hand when it was shoved under his nose; immediately his nostrils were flooded with spices, perfectly sautéed vegetables, and meat.

His stomach growled loudly, and Bakugou’s lips tugged up into a smirk. “Thought you’d be hungry, it’s almost 7.”

It was? A glance at his muscle clock confirmed it. He’d been asleep for almost three hours.

Eijirou pushed himself up to lean against the wall, and the bowl of stir fry was deposited into his hands, along with chopsticks. “Eat.”

Bakugou watched Eijirou eat a few bites, but he didn’t leave after that, instead retrieving bags left by the door and bringing them to the bed next to Eijirou. One by one he emptied each bag’s contents: beef jerky, a fruit sandwich, and various other snacks from a konbini; a shark plush of all things, not very big but very cute and red like Eijirou’s hair; and finally a fresh box of hair dye, the same brand and color he always used.

Confused eyes looked over the spread of items on his camo blanket before going up to Bakugou. “Dude?”

“You were out of dye.” His eyes were still on the items he’d bought, but it almost looked like he was avoiding Eijirou’s gaze. He shifted his weight, his hands organizing the items on the blanket one way, then a different way. “Thought I’d get more for you so you wouldn’t have to go out.”

Eijirou nodded slowly as he chewed. He definitely didn’t feel like going out; existing among the general public with quicksand brain felt like its own battle he didn’t want to deal with. That warm spark in his chest came back to life, lingering. “And the other stuff?”

With how Eijirou was still watching Bakugou, he could easily track the red that steadily bloomed across his cheeks, no matter how much he ducked his head to try and hide it. But then he huffed, his fists clenching, almost like he was steeling himself, and he looked up to meet Eijirou’s gaze, red eyes alight like he was about to take down a villain. “I don’t know why, and you don’t have to try to explain, but you’re not doing well. You always support me when I’m not doing great and it helps a lot, so I want to return the favor.”

Eijirou blinked, stared, stir fry forgotten. What Bakugou said almost sounded rehearsed, not stumbling at all like he usually did when he said something that could be construed as sappy.

It sounded rehearsed, like he practiced to make sure he said the right thing first try, like it truly mattered that he got it right first try.

Eijirou didn’t realize he was crying until Bakugou’s eyes widened in alarm. “Shit, no, you weren’t supposed to get upset- I can leave, o-or maybe you don’t like the stuff? Is it the shark? They had a ton of colors, I can go back and get you a new one-“

Eijirou laughed then. Genuine, full-bodied, hunched over his bowl of food as his body shook. Tears dripped onto the meat strips but he didn’t care, not when the spark was growing into an inferno around his heart.

Bakugou cared enough to get him snacks and gifts and his hair dye. And now he was panicking about shark plush color.

“Baku, chill, the shark is fine,” he said once he’d calmed down enough to speak, his words carrying a watery tinge. He wiped at his eyes with the heel of his hand and looked back up at Bakugou; he looked pensive now, one foot angled toward the door like he was about to book it back to the store. Eijirou reached out and grabbed his wrist, tugging him back closer. “It’s all fine. You didn’t have to do all of this.”

Bakugou sniffed, indignant despite the blush high on his cheeks. “Yeah, well, I wanted to.”

The smile that grew on Eijirou’s face was the first genuine one in days, wide enough to make him squint and make the tears still falling blur his vision. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

The blond must have hit his sappy limit as he only grunted and grabbed the hair dye from the bed and stalked (more like speed-walked) to the en-suite. “Finish eating, then I’ll start on your hair.”

Eijirou gaped after his retreating form. “Wait, you’re doing my hair too?”

Bakugou poked his head out of the bathroom to send him a raised eyebrow. “You wanna do it yourself?”

Eijirou really, really didn’t feel like doing it, at least not today. So he accepted the offer of kindness and continued eating, listening to Bakugou rustle through his belongings. His friend seemed to know what he was doing too, walking back out moments later with all of Eijirou’s usual supplies, latex gloves already on his hands.

He didn’t try to rush Eijirou either, just waited on his desk chair for him to finish eating and change into his old Crimson Riot T-shirt that was dedicated to dye days.

All of the dye supplies were laid out across the desktop. Bakugou grabbed one of Eijirou’s pillows from the bed and dropped it on the floor between his spread legs, and he pointed at it. “Sit.”

Eijirou’s face flared, but he still complied. He knew what Bakugou doing his hair would entail, but he wasn’t prepared for how his legs bracketed Eijirou in on either side once he was settled, the warmth bleeding through Bakugou’s sweatpants and Eijirou’s shirt.

He also wasn’t prepared for how soothing it was for Bakugou to run his fingers through his hair. No yanks or tugs as he combed out the loose strands, mostly dry from his shower earlier but a bit tangled from his impromptu nap. Bakugou was practically stroking it, and Eijirou would’ve fallen back asleep then and there if Bakugou hadn’t nudged him awake. “C’mon, stay with me, I’m not getting bleach on my pants.”

“Sorry, but it’s comfy,” Eijirou mumbled. He rubbed a hand down his face to wake himself up more. “And you know your cooking always makes me sleepy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Watch something on your laptop if that’ll keep you awake. Wasn’t there some Crimson Riot movie you wanted to show me?”

“Oh, yeah.” Bakugou paused to let Eijirou grab his laptop. “A new documentary discussing his impact as a hero before All Might’s age came along. Would’ve watched it already myself, but…” Classwork and burnout were instant motivation killers. He’d been really excited to see it too.”

“May as well watch it now since you’re stuck here until I finish.” Bakugou gently guided his head back so he could keep working. “If you want to.”

It sounded like a better option than using Bakugou’s leg as a pillow for his bleach-soaked head. Bakugou being here as quiet company didn’t make Eijirou feel like he had to perform to keep him entertained either, didn’t have to wrestle his friend to not leave when he seemed adamant to stay by his side.

So balancing his laptop on his knees he pulled up the documentary, and with Bakugou’s fingers working in his hair stoking the spark in his chest to keep it alive, Eijirou settled in to watch.

He still couldn’t focus on it completely, his brain still clinging to the quicksand as the words escaped him, but he also didn’t feel the need to be fully present for it. He could always watch it again later.

Bakugou seemed more invested in it, if his noises of interest and huffs of laughter at the occasional jokes were anything to go by. It was cute how much of a secret nerd Bakugou was about this stuff, and tuning into Bakugou’s reactions kept Eijirou engaged as the visuals on screen went by.

The documentary wrapped up by the time the first round of developer was ready to be rinsed out, and more documentaries (another Crimson Riot one, an old favorite of Eijirou’s, and another focused on All Might’s earlier years) were automatically pulled up for the second round of developer and the dyeing stage. It definitely felt like a weight had been lifted off of Eijirou’s shoulders when he inspected his hair in the mirror after rinsing out the excess dye; all bright red strands, not a single speck of black at his roots.

A perfect dye job. Not that he expected less of Bakugou.

Eijirou expected him to be gone by the time he came out of the bathroom—his hair was done, dinner eaten, there wasn’t any reason for Bakugou to be hanging around—yet he was still there, sprawled across his bed like it was his own, scrolling on Eijirou’s laptop. He glanced up for a second as the bathroom door opened before looking back at the screen. “What else do you have on here?”

Eijirou paused, staring at Bakugou, once again confused. “You…wanna watch more stuff?”

Bakugou shrugged. “Sure.” He looked at Eijirou again, searching. “Unless you don’t want to.”

Did he? He chewed on his lip, looked down at the old dye stains on his shirt. If asked right after class, the no would’ve been immediate. Now though, the quicksand didn’t feel as thick. Maybe loose mud. Still clinging, but not trapping.

He looked back at Bakugou. He still looked at him expectantly, but not like he was looking for a specific answer. Whatever response Eijirou gave, he’d gladly accept it, and he’d wait however long it took to give that response.

Eijirou’s lips tipped up into a small smile. “I might have a movie we could watch.”

The barest smile appeared on Bakugou’s lips as he nodded. He didn’t bother sitting up, just scooting closer to the wall and yanking Eijirou down onto the open space on the bed once he was close enough.

Mostly in the space, anyway. Part of Eijirou’s body ended up on top of Bakugou’s, his head on his friend’s shoulder. And Bakugou didn’t even push him off, just held him in place with an arm around his back, using his other hand to scroll on the laptop resting on his stomach. His fingers idly traced patterns along Eijirou’s ribs. “This one okay?”

Eijirou couldn’t even see what movie Bakugou was referring to, the blood rushing to his face from his furious blush clogging his brain so that he couldn’t process more than the heat of Bakugou’s arm around him. He was lucky the lights in the room were dim.

“Mhm,” he answered anyway, voice weak.

If Bakugou noticed something up, he didn’t say anything. Or maybe he did and Eijirou’s ears were failing him too.

Sight and sound filtered back in eventually, and Eijirou blinked at the screen when he realized Bakugou had put on a Ghibli movie. Whisper of the Heart, one of Eijirou’s favorites. How did Bakugou know?

He glanced over at him; Bakugou’s attention was on the movie, the light of the screen playing across the smooth features of his face, completely relaxed and entranced. Maybe he liked it too. Having a common favorite was cool.

He let himself fully relax against Bakugou as he turned his own attention to the movie. The dialogue still washed over him, the visuals soothing in their familiarity and easy to take in, and Bakugou’s hand on him was hypnotizing, bringing back his earlier drowsiness.

The beauty and magic of the grandfather clock striking 12 didn’t stop him from dropping back to sleep, Bakugou’s shoulder the perfect pillow.

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