#Class rank

[kamfor334]

Topper.

I have the best grades in my class

i am the most intelligent person in my class

I am the most intelligent person in my school.

i have the best grades in my school.

every one knows I’m the class topper, it’s literally a fact.

i have the best grade in all my classes

being a class topper comes so easily to me!

I already know in my mind no one can surpass me.

I love being the topper of my class!

huh?! How come I’m the most smart person AND have the best grades in all my classes?

I’m always #1 in class rank.

I just got told I’m ranked #1 in my class, I'm so proud of myself!

[starry-bi-sky]

bruce and danny being fuckign nerds together,,,, they are being the BIGGEST nerds. geeks. if you will

these losers are color-coding the most inane bullshit. they are making diagrams for things you've never even thought of. they are having the time of their lives

"what are you two doing?"

Danny, sitting criss-cross on a table, hunched over a spread of papers and a bunch of different jello cups, his back is gonna hurt SO much: color-coding jello

Bruce, sitting in a nearby chair, also criss-cross, scribbling on a graph paper: hm [agreeing]

Alfred, already exasperated and SO fond: may i ask why? and on what parameters?

Danny: we're basing it off which flavors are the most mentally stimulating and for which subjects :}

Alfred, SO fond: ah. i see.

Danny, snapping his head over to Bruce and leaning over: wh- no-- no. Buzz, I told you: lemon-flavored jello stays strictly in the 'smelling salts' category--

Bruce, still writing on the graph paper: mn. no.

Danny, nearly sprawled across his back, faux-outraged: strawberry is NOT good for math-- you fucken HEATHEN--! Give me that pen!

Bruce, did that solely to rile up Danny, now trying not to smile: hnm.

[katsukistofu]

i a-door you

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x fem reader. fluff. cursing. food. minor unintentional violence. ⭑ bakugo hits on you. literally.

You’re minding your business, book bag slung across your shoulder, and about to walk through the door to 2A’s classroom when something smacks you in the face.

Not only unprompted, but hard.

“Ow!”

It happens so quickly that you don’t remember squeezing your eyes shut as you stumble backwards, both hands flying to clutch your forehead.

Opening your eyes, you swear you can already feel the spot starting to bruise. The previously closed door to the classroom stood ajar and as the cherry on top of the concussion you just received, someone roughly brushes past you.

Fucking asshole.

You whip around, head still throbbing, about to give whoever it is a peace of your mind and finally speak above an inside voice for the first time since a robot almost fell on you during entrance exams semesters ago, when your teary eyes are met with crimson red ones.

He turns his head to give you a once over and your body freezes as his eyes linger a little longer on the darkening mark where the door got you. Something similar to amusement tugs at his lips.

“Pretty cute.”

You blink, dumbfounded as he casually turns on his heel to walk away.

What. The hell.

Did you literally just get hit on by Bakugo freaking Katsuki.

The identical dropped jaws of your classmates that were visible from inside the open doorway confirmed that what just happened was not in fact a post-traumatic induced hallucination, with Midoriya looking the most gobsmacked, his eyes almost comically bulging out of his skull, and upon glancing at Mina, who quickly gets over her initial shock to grin and shoot you a double thumbs up, she excitedly mouths ‘i told you so,’  and you’re not sure whether to laugh or to cry.

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The next day, you’re sporting a fresh, new bandaid on your forehead. It was quite a fashion statement, if you do say so yourself.

It was also the last one at the nurse’s so you were pretty happy to nab it, apparently being the brand that everyone chose when they too got their respective boo-boos.

The latte Mina and the girls brought back from your favorite cafe sat on the wooden coffee table in the common area, still steaming. You refused to go out with a huge bruise marring your appearance, even with the bandaid covering the most of it, and you would take the fullest advantage of the injured person princess treatment while it lasted.

All while awkwardly avoiding a certain blond.

Now that you’re thinking about it, he’s honestly always been kind of nice to you, in his own weird way.

Like when you were forced to ask if you could borrow his eraser, because apparently no one else in the class carried one. Imagine saving Japan your first year of highschool and only writing in pen, even for calculus. Is this what the future generation has come to?

After breathlessly rushing the words out in a hushed voice and wondering if he heard you at all, Bakugo doesn’t even turn around from where he’s resting his chin on his hand listening to Present Mic’s enthusiastic lecture on subject-verb agreement, as he reaches an arm behind him to drop it on your desk.

You’re not sure if you remembered to say “your” before “eraser,” so all he probably heard was “can I borrow eraser?” and it still haunts you to this day.

Shaking the thoughts of him from your mind, you flip your history textbook open to page three hundred and ninety four, ‘A Comprehensive Timeline of Quirk Generations.’ You’re attempting to study for your next upcoming quiz in Midnight’s class.

Key word: attempting.

A delicious smell was starting to waft your way from the kitchen across the room, and now you were kind of hungry. You could feel your attention waning and shook your head, the image of your most recent report card filled with straight As sobering you up. Food could come later, right now you had to focus.

Just twenty more minutes of review, then I'll eat.

Bakugo’s placing the breakfast he easily finished whipping up on the counter. As he uses a spatula to gently coax the fluffy soufflé pancakes out of the pan, he notices the familiar petals of your favorite flower decorating the ceramic he’s putting them on.

It was from a tableware set he picked out when everyone first moved into the dorms. Glasses had assigned everyone groceries among various other things to go shopping for in small groups, and he was paired up with Ponytail to go buy plates.

They were browsing the shelves of a local Daiso store filled with colorful, adorably decorated dishes and rice bowls, when he stopped in front of a price tag, eyes dragging up to study the item it belonged to. The details on it were intricate, and breathtakingly so.

It reminded him of how he felt whenever he looked at you.

Ponytail follows his gaze, and her own eyes brighten.

“Oh, it’s decorated with the favorite flower of–!”

“I know.” He cuts her off, glaring at the floral box set of bowls and plates, before carefully putting it in their cart.

Momo’s eyes widen a bit, before a small, knowing smile spreads across her lips and Bakugo curses at her perceptiveness.

He almost wished he was paired up with that icy-hot bastard instead, who was so oblivious that if you dangled a confession letter in front of him he would have thought you wanted him to proofread it for you.

That was a while ago now, and everyone’s been happily eating meals on the plates they bought ever since.

He tops off the pancakes with a handful of fresh berries and a drizzle of honey, and slides it next to a steaming plate of a kimchi omelette with a zigzag of sriracha sauce already on the counter.

From where he stands, he snorts at your bandaid, noticing the obnoxious amount of Hello Kitty’s plastered all around it. Out of all the bandaids from Recovery Girl’s collection that she kept in her office, of course you would pick the cutest fucking one.

It was undoubtedly something you would like, he thinks, begrudging in his fondness. It was so you.

“Get your ass over here.”

You jump in your spot on the couch at the loud volume of his voice, though it sounded a bit softer than usual. With a finger pointing to yourself, you raise your head in confusion. “Me….?”

Was this about yesterday? Oh my god, was he mad?

You’re not sure why he would be, since he’s not the one that got bitch-slapped in the face by a giant door.

“I don't see anyone else I'd be talking to.” Bakugo scoffs.

He's right, to your increasing dread. The entire common area is completely empty, and you have no choice but to comply with his request.

You’re still nervously fiddling with the edge of your hoodie sleeve, the usual comfort of its softness abandoning you as you approach the kitchen to find him standing at a seat near the counter, arms folded. It hasn’t even been a minute in the same proximity as him and his presence is kind of overwhelming you already.

You’re trying so hard not to stare at his biceps. And just him in general.

“Sit.” he commands, the sound of the metal stool echoing against his hand as he pats it.

You obediently sit down, cursing your lack of a backbone. But his tone didn’t sound like he was planning to take no for an answer, anyway.

“Eat.”

He jabs a thumb at the plate of warm, sweet smelling cloud-like goodness in front of you. You stare at him, wide-eyed.

“This is for me?”

“Huh. You’re slower than I thought you were.” He rolls his eyes and starts to dig into his own plate of omelette in front of him, taking a seat on the stool across from you. It looked good too, as expected. “You’re welcome or whatever.”

With his aggressive blessing and after throwing a quiet but extremely grateful ‘thank you for the meal’ his way, you start to eat.

Your face lights up in joy as the divine taste of spongy goodness and honey spreads across your tongue, and you silently praise his mom for giving birth to the next Gordon Ramsay.

He flicks your forehead as you’re mid-bite in pancake and you yelp in surprise, raising your head to glare at his handsome face. What now? And did he have to be as infuriating as he was good-looking?

That crimson gaze once again stares you down, barely contained amusement dancing in embers of the hot coals of his eyes, and your skin grows warm as you realize you said that last part out loud.

You’re about to give into the urge to run away and take the plate of half-finished pancakes with you when he gruffly speaks up.

“You can’t retain information unless you have something in your stomach, idiot.”

You nod, mouth full, and make a mental note to study on an empty tummy away from him in the future. It’s like he reads your mind because you wince as he scowls, flicking your head again, although a little more gently this time.

Taking care to do it in a spot away from the bandaid covering the injury that he caused, your brain points out.

The both of you continue to eat in comfortable silence.

After a while, your plates are nearly clean.

You smile a little, realizing that you were eating on your favorite plate in the dorm’s kitchen the whole time, and admire the petals of your beloved flowers delicately painted in the center and outer edges of the stark white dish, with the pancakes no longer covering them.

Bakugo notices this, as you softly begin to trace the rim with your finger, and fights the twitch of his lips that threatened to curl upwards.

He’s also noticed those little glances you think you’ve been discreetly throwing his way between the bites of pancake, which you nearly inhaled to his pride.

You could almost be as quiet as that rock-faced animal whisperer of a classmate you both had, but you’ve always sucked at being subtle.

Good thing he hates subtle things.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks as you start to slide off the tall stool, a hint of smirk in his voice. It was cute, how you think you could run away from him so easily. You stop in your tracks, blinking at him as he rises from his own seat.

Strong, toned arms that you totally haven’t been staring at for the past half hour are slowly placed on both sides of you, caging you against the counter. An embarrassing noise escapes from your lips, and the cold granite bites into your back as you lean away, doing anything to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me.”

He rolls his eyes as you continue to look to the side, suddenly finding the chibi magnets of various high ranking heroes on the fridge to be very interesting.

“I said,” he grabs your chin in his hand, which was so big compared to your face that he could squish your cheeks between his ring finger and thumb, “look at me.

You huff, now forcefully held in place to face him against your will. “I’m looking.”

“Good.”

He leans down and his lips graze your ear, seeming to take great pleasure in only further adding to your embarrassment when he mutters:

“And don’t stand so fucking close to the door next time.”

not bakugo pulling the classic asian parent move and giving u food instead of a proper apology LOLL

[freyadragonlord]

I feel like the biggest difference between Kim Dokja and Han Yoojin is that while Dokja has for the most part carefully constructed his freak persona as a way to protect his vulnerabilities and trick his companions into believing he has his shit together, Yoojin just naturally is the freakiest little menace the world has ever seen

[sfstranslations]

My S-Ranks epilogues complete!

The last chapter of the epilogues went up on Naver Series today! It was preceded by the following announcement:

Hello, this is Jayple Media. The serialization of <The S-Ranks That I Raised>’s epilogues will be completed today. From the main story and its epilogue, to the side story and epilogues. Our sincere thanks to the readers who have been with us for these past 7 years. We will do our best to keep bringing you good stories. We wish all readers a healthy and happy May. Thank you.

Final chapter breakdown:

Main story with first epilogue: 856 + 14 = 870 chapters

Side story: 167 chapters

Epilogues: 128 chapters

Which comes to a total of 1165 chapters! Thank Geunseo for their wonderful story by buying the chapters on Ridibooks/Munpia/Naver Series/Kakao Page, or the E-books on Ridibooks/Naver Series/Kakao Page!

[veritablenonsense]

sctir is such a good story if you're obsessed with worldbuilding Implications because yoojin is also Constantly thinking about that stuff. He's just a (previously) regular guy who has to live in this weird urban portal fantasy world so he cares about stuff like tax brackets and zoning laws and fair contract-writing and alternative uses of everyone's crazy supernatural powers. I can't count the number of times I started thinking "wait, couldn't you-" only to have it answered the next sentence. When his internal monologue mentioned dungeon resets being used for public waste disposal i practically cheered

[dyinggirldied]

This one suddenly strikes at me like a kitty punch:

Sung Hyunjae: blond, talented, charming, can multitask, good at cooking and planning dates.

Han Yoojin: dark-haired, can and have killed people multiple times, the older sibling who has to mature from early age to take care of the younger brother.

Han Gyeol: their pink haired son

Me, coming to conclusion: Spy X Family

[escaprism]

Part of the reason why TSCIR is so funny is because it's primarily from Yoojin's POV. Meaning that we are privy to his thought process, so everything seems like it makes sense.

Like "Ah I'm about to kill these people so they won't be able to tell anyone what I say, perfect opportunity to get some stuff about regression off my chest!"

Or "Hmm I just got kidnapped, and two born s-classes are fighting below me eradicating the landscape while I'm riding a dragon... perfect time for some cheesecake!"

And "Oh they're kidnapping me? Perfect, lets use this chance to steal everything of value and then blow this joint sky high!"

Or maybe "They accuse my brother of violence? MY BROTHER? No. I'll show you VIOLENCE. If you're gonna do it do it RIGHT." And uses a dragon to smash their shit.

And while you're in his POV, it's like of course. Why wouldn't you. Take this perfectly logical course of action.

And it's only when you take a step back and consider that you realise that there is literally no one else in the world who would react this way.

[tunamayojazz]

wanted to draw hjyj + i want yoojin to rest more so this was born

[transsongtaewon]

♥

[hazelnutember]

SHJ preparing a bouquet for HYJ knowing full well that it'll be incinerated by HYH before it even touches HYJ's hands (੭⌒∇⌒)੭♡❀°。ᕕ(ㅍДㅍꐦ)ヘ

[vespermyotis]

let's play master and servant

[blanc-ci]

I’d need to rewatch 09 again to be sure, but a very fun au I’ve been playing around with in my head is:

If you assume McCoy was lying when he responded “I don’t know, but I like him.” when Jim asked who Spock was

There’s no further emphasis on McCoy not knowing who he is, they could’ve easily met at the academy

And then it makes scenes where they’re oddly familiar with each other— like when Spock called on McCoy to thank him for “taking his side” when he threw Kirk off the ship, and McCoy’s subsequent “permission to speak freely”— wayy funnier

Like idk, if some man I didn’t know stranded my friend on a desolate frozen planet, I wouldn’t go and have a sit-com moment with him— but if he was my situationship

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

the gang who are just a bit. off puttin. to everyone else. there's just somethin a bit. wrong. with each of em.

Soda who can talk a person into anythin. can make you agree before you're even sure what you're sayin. who's some Greek god. who can pick a person apart in just a glance. Steve his shadow. who can lift a hubcap in under five seconds. a wide open mouth. a broken nose. a punch to the teeth. whose anger thrums under skin so hard you can feel it. even when you can't see it. Two who is quick dartin hands n laughter echoin up his throat when there ain't nothin funny. n you never can tell what he's thinkin. cause either way. he'll be laughin. Darry who's lived enough lives for all of em. who's eyes are sharp n cuttin n seen enough for a hundred boys his age. who will always be greif. a harbinger of death as much as the others. who moves on n over through life n yet holds perfectly still. trapped in the night of January 5th, 1965. Johnny who they all know would kill if pushed just enough. if given the right opportunity. who flinches at his own shadow n opens a mouth full of teeth n bites. the outline of a switchblade is always there under his palm. n his scar shines in the dark. Dallas winston who is guant n wild n maybe just a tad bit fuckin crazy. who is a rabid dog holdin his own leash. n you can never tell when he's hurt cause his breath is always ragged. n he'll bite without warnin shot. n then there's pony. who knows with out seein. n sees without knowin. who brings death. n knows it won't rest until it's taken everythin from him. whose eyes are wide n sunken n stare into a world sayin. I know. I know.

anyways. sorry. just. the gang who are strange. n uncomfortable. n cryptic. an incomprehensible 7 headed beast. Quick on the joke n quicker on the draw. who know everythin. n know nothin at all.

[freyadragonlord]

(Spoilers for the sctir novel)

I honestly don't know what is funnier:

The fact that when Yoohyun learns about the Regression, he pretty much immediately asks Yoojin what his relationship to Sung Hyunjae was before turning time back, and that when Yoojin tells him that he and Hyunjae didn't know each other at all before the Regression, Yoohyun thinks Yoojin is lying to him........

.........or the fact that Yoohyun is right.

[tenthousandyearsx]

“Sung Hyunjae-ssi." A true caregiver. Or, just a caregiver. "I love you.” [...] Sung Hyunjae drew a short breath. "…Han Yoojin-gun. Yoojin-ah.” “No matter how you change, it's okay. No matter which path you take, it doesn’t matter. Just as long as it’s what you want. If you want to live, then live." And I, too, wished for that. An invisible power moved, gently surrounding both me and Sung Hyunjae. [...] “I love you, is it?” Sung Hyunjae's hair moved very slightly. For a moment, it seemed to glint like silver. “You noticed, right? The keyword.” “To some extent.” Of course, he knew. “In the beginning, you used to say it sometimes, to me as well.” “Yes, I tried.” “But after a certain point, you stopped. [...] You didn’t even joke about it.” “Well, it’s not something you say easily.” Going around saying “I love you” here and there isn’t quite right. “Isn’t it the opposite?” “Pardon?” “A keyword for saying it easily. As a caregiver, it’s a sentiment you should express more than anyone.” “…Ah.” “But it ironically makes you reluctant to say it.” Saying “I love you” isn’t bad. In fact, it’s a phrase that’s good to say a lot. It wouldn’t hurt to say it habitually every morning and evening. If it’s sincere, it’s a pleasant thing to hear repeatedly. “You’re right. Actually, it’s not a word to feel embarrassed about. Wait, wait!” “I love you, Yoojin-ah.” I screamed instinctively. Goosebumps ran all over my body. “No, I still can’t handle it! I need an adjustment period, ten years at least!” Sung Hyunjae chuckled as he watched me jump up. [...] “I assume there was a restriction about revealing the keyword as well.” “As sharp as ever. But now, I’m free from the system’s influence. The system’s restrictions are more like conditions for guiding, aren’t they?” [...] Now, I no longer had the system or skill window. [...] “The ‘I love you’ I said earlier was more a way to convey my feelings clearly than a keyword.” That you’re precious to me, and that I want to help you achieve what you desire.

– The S Classes that I Raised – Chapter 853