#Wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire in fact she'd probably laugh and then snack on your corpse

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ultraviolet pt. 12 - BAKUGOU

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

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Today's going to be a great day.

The day of the world famous Sports Festival had finally arrived. The class of 1-A was tucked in a room below the stadium, waiting for the opening ceremony to begin. Some sat and fidgeted nervously, while others joked and laughed like it was any other day. Sana was somewhere in the middle. She was nervous, yes, but not about the competition. She was more confident in her abilities than ever after the intense training regimen she made with Bakugou. The Sun was out, and there wasn't a cloud in sight, so she didn't have to worry about conserving her energy.

No, she was worried about something else.

Her father.

Umi had stopped her on her way out that morning to inform her that Yoichi would be attending the event. It wasn't a surprise, really, only an inconvenience for them both. Her father droned on and on about how heroes were nothing more than attention seekers and how her dreams were meaningless and a waste of time and resources, but he had to keep up the appearance of doting father for everyone watching.

Just like someone else she knew.

Her eyes flickered over to Shoto, who looked even more self-isolated than usual. She was sure it had to do with the fact that Endeavor would also be making an appearance. The Pro had a knack for making his children as miserable as possible and special days like today were no exception. If anything, he'll probably be more irritating and overbearing than usual. Yippee.

She longed to embrace Shoto, squeeze his hand and assure him that everything would be fine, that they would get through this day together. But she had a feeling that if she tried to approach him now, given the stressful situation and tension still between them, it would only worsen the half-and-half boy's already foul mood.

She feared that if she upset him further, he'd say something he could never take back. Something that would end their friendship for good and shatter her already battered heart.

Sana felt someone watching her.

She forced herself to look away from her former friend, only to lock eyes with Bakugou. He was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.  He looked like he'd just downed a bag of lemons, though she wasn't sure what she'd done to piss him off this time. She hadn't even spoken to him since the day before, when he'd made a surprise appearance at her house.

She arched her brow in question.

He huffed, his expression unreadable as he turned away. Boys, she sighed with a shake of her head. Why do they have to be so complicated?

"Midoriya." The familiar voice pulled her attention back to Shoto once more. The greenette looked startled as he turned to face the dual-haired boy. The room fell silent, all eyes now on the two boys.

"Todoroki," he squeaked. Sana hoped Shoto wouldn't be too hard on the poor boy. He was practically trembling under the taller boy's predatory gaze, and the Festival hadn't even started yet. "What is it?"

The dual-haired boy before them was angry. So angry, in fact, that he'd almost appear indifferent to anyone who didn't know him. His expression was apathetic and as harsh as an Arctic tundra, but she knew from personal experience that a raging fire was currently rampaging through his body.

"Looking at things objectively, I think I'm stronger than you."

"Huh?" The freckled boy rubbed his neck, clearly unsure of how to respond to such a bold statement. "Uh, yeah..."

Sana frowned at the unlikely pair. She knew it was petty and selfish of her to think, but if the red-and-white haired boy was going to address anyone in the room right now... shouldn't it be her? His best friend? His confidante? She knew exactly how he was feeling right now. She was in the same boat with her father present. Except, unlike him, she wasn't lashing out under the burden of her fear and anxiey.

Was he challenging him? If so, why not challenge her as well? They'd been rivals their entire lives! In the training exercise at the start of the term, he'd criticized her for not being on his level. But hadn't she proved herself more than capable that same day? She'd shown him just how far she'd come without him. Was she wrong to think that he would notice or care?

Sana clenched her fists, feeling her palms heating up. Her jaw clenched painfully as her eyes burned with the ferocity of a thousand Suns.

It was so frustrating. Why couldn't he call a truce in their cold war for one day? Surely they were mature enough to put their differences aside for a few hours to come together and hold each other up? Why couldn't they just talk and work through whatever was bothering him?

What made Midoriya so special?

She hated thinking that way, but a part of her didn't care anymore. She'd been vying for Shoto's attention for a year now, bending over backwards to try and win her friend back. As far as she knew, she hadn't done anything wrong in the first place, but she'd apologize until she was blue in the face for whatever wrongs she'd apparently committed. They'd gone through too much together, meant too much to each other, to throw their friendship away over... what? She didn't even know!

But she was done crying over him. She was done crawling after him and pleading for mercy.

The dual-haired boy continued. "But... All Might has his eye on you, doesn't he?" Sana raised a brow at that. She'd noticed the hero's interest in her classmate, but had assumed like most of her classmates that it was simply because they both had strength quirks and dismissed the thought. Did Shoto know something the rest of them didn't?

Midoriya certainly looked spooked. Maybe he's on to something after all... "I'm not trying to pry about that," Todoroki stated, Midoriya too shocked to respond. I am, Sana argued.

"But I am going to beat you."

Kaminari, trying to lighten the mood, inserted himself in their public, yet somewhat private, conversation.

"Oh?" He wiggled his eyebrows, throwing a loose arm around each of their shoulders. "Is the best in class making a declaration of war?" He laughed. Shoto shrugged him off roughly, his heterochromic eyes laser-focused on Midoriya.

"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you picking a fight all of a sudden?" Kirishima stepped in, ever the peacemaker. He put some space between the two boys, hoping to break up the tension.

However, Shoto was in a worse mood than she'd thought.

"We're not here to play at being friends." She felt his slice her like a knife. A rush of air left her lips as he finally looked at her for the first time since that day in the infirmary. He might as well have been looking through her. "So what does it matter?"

Her throat tightened, feeling the unwelcome prick of tears she'd never allow to fall. But she held her head high, meeting his gaze head on. She refused to shed another tear over him. If he wanted to be angry, that's fine.

She can be angry, too.

Midoriya stepped forward. "Todoroki, I don't know what you're thinking when you say you'll beat me, but of course you're better than me." He shrugged helplessly. "I think you're more capable than most people." The greenette's meek voice slowly gained confidence as he spoke of the other courses and how everyone would be aiming for the top, himself included.

The class fell into silence once more, not even Mina or Denki daring to say anything. Thankfully, it wasn't long after that they were told it was time to line up outside.

As Sana moved to leave the waiting room, a calloused hand gripped the back of her shirt and held her back. The sweet scent of caramel and woodsy cologne washed over her.

"Yes?" She asked, not bothering to turn around. Bakugou, never one to be ignored, spun her to face him.

"You're acting weirder than usual." He pointed out with narrowed eyes. "Is it your shitty quirk?" Sana wondered if he was genuinely concerned and hiding it, or just worried that she wouldn't give it her all in the tournament. Either way, she appreciated the sentiment. It meant that on some level, he actually cared.

The strawberry blonde sighed, her entire body feeling weighed down as though her bones had turned to lead. Bakugou's hold on her collar was probably the only thing keeping her upright in that moment. She'd trained so hard... but she hadn't anticipated the emotional strain of today. Not only did she have to deal with a pissed off Todoroki and her own fucked up feelings, but now their fathers have thrown themselves into the mix. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"Not this time." She didn't elaborate, and for once, the ash blonde didn't push her for a better answer. Smart boy.

"What?" He cocked his head, a half smirk on his face. "You mad Icy Hot didn't challenge you?"

"If I recall correctly," she smiled sardonically. "He didn't challenge you either." His eye twitched in annoyance, his mouth twisting into a snarl.

"What you said yesterday... did you mean it?" He almost sounded normal, which was incredibly rare for Bakugou. So, in true Sana fashion, she had to tease him about it. She figured they both could use a sense of normalcy before all Hell broke loose in the stadium.

She tilted her head to the side to appear clueless, tapping her chin.

"I dunno. What did I say yesterday?" The blonde grit his teeth, his pale eyebrows nearly touching from how furrowed they were. But all the peach-haired girl could focus on was the color quickly rising in his cheeks. From rage or being flustered, she didn't really know or care, so long as she was the reason for it.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!"

Bright and early that morning, Umi rushed to answer the door before whoever was on the other side splintered the wood under their booming fists. The front door opened to reveal a scowling ash blonde dressed head to toe in black. He clenched a bouquet of flowers in one hand, the other hanging in the air between them, ready to beat the door into submission. His scowl darkened at the sight of the older woman, his bright eyes narrowing into slits.

"Who the hell are you?"

Umi plastered on the polite smile she saved for unsavory guests at dinner parties or for Yoichi Sakano on the rare occasion he was home. "I could ask you the same, young man."

The blonde clicked his tongue. "The name's Bakugou. Where's Flashlight?" Umi was convinced the blonde had a few screws loose and opened her mouth to run him off when-

"Who the hell is pounding on the door so early?" Sana whined, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she shuffled down the stairs. She nearly missed a step after spotting the figure in her doorway. The strawberry blonde paled, suddenly aware of how underdressed she was. She was wearing a silky blue pajama set decorated with white bunnies, matching fuzzy blue slippers, and her hair hadn't been brushed yet.

Oh, shit.

She quickly ran her fingers through her messy locks, trying to style it as she hastily descended down the stairs. She slipped past Umi to join the blonde on the porch, pulling the door closed behind them... but not before catching the confused and curious eye of her housekeeper. She would hear about this later. There was no doubt about that.

"What are you doing here?"

Bakugou glanced away, the veins in his neck straining. He practically threw the roses at her. She rushed to catch the bouquet before it fell to the ground. "Geez."

"For last night," he mumbled, shoving his now free hands into his pockets. "I was an asshole."

"...only last night?" Sana jested, lips curling into her usual Chessire grin. His own mouth softened into a lopsided smirk, his sharp canine poking out.

Out of all the impressively exaggerated facial expressions he was capable of making, this was by far her favorite: relaxed and carefree. Bakugou allowing himself to openly express his feelings (the positive kind, not just anger and hostility) was a rare and beautiful thing to witness.

"Shut up, freak." He said without his usual bite.

She giggled, bringing the stargazer lilies up to her nose and inhaling deeply. They were her favorite flower... not that he could've possibly known that. They were wonderfully vibrant, the various shades of pink and orange highlights reminding her of her own unique coloring. Even the ribbon wrapped around the stems was nearly identical to the one she used to tie her hair back in training. The thought made butterflies erupt in her stomach. He had to have noticed, too. Bakugou is annoyingly detailed. He doesn't miss a thing.

"The hell are you wearing?" Bakugou's brows furrowed as he finally took in her appearance. The sight of her kid pajamas nearly made him snort.

"Shut up!" Sana shrieked, her face glowing in embarrassment. "Your loud ass interrupted my beauty sleep." He barked out a laugh. It was gruff and incredibly attractive. The low sound didn't help the warmth in her cheeks. She had to clear her throat before attempting to speak again. "Thank you for the flowers. They're beautiful."

He shrugged nonchalantly, but his satisfaction was evident in the way his chest puffed out, his terrible posture straightening up.

"Are you ready for the Festival tomorrow?"

She already knew his answer. He'd been boasting about his inevitable win since the Festival had been announced. But she wasn't quite ready to let him go just yet. Not after everything he'd said last night, so she'd listen to him brag for as long as he wanted so long as he stayed with her a while longer.

"I'm gonna beat your ass into the ground." Sana went to make a sly remark but he interrupted her before she could. "Fuck off." She laughed.

"You're that confident, huh?" She shook her head in amusement. "Care to make things a little more interesting, Katsuki?"

"The hell are you yapping about now?" He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. It was her turn to shrug. His words from the previous night had haunted her mind on a continuous loop. He'd all but admitted to having feelings for her, she was sure of it. But when she'd pushed him for an answer, he ran off, disappearing into the night. She'd tossed and turned all night, unable to relax with all of the questions bouncing around in her brain.

But here he was now... apologizing and bringing her flowers that felt like they were expertly chosen to reflect her and her quirk. If he wouldn't confess his feelings, she'd just have to flush them out of him another way.

"A friendly wager," she moved the flowers to one hand, holding her other out for him to shake. "As an added prize for the winner... what do ya say?"

"Oh, right. That," Sana nodded, feigning innocence as she waved her hand. "Sure, why not?"

He shifted his weight, eyeing her suspiciously. "You never said what the prize would be."

"Why spoil the fun?" Sana wiggled her brows, backing out of the room. "Good luck, 'Suki!" She called as she turned and ran out of the room to rejoin their class. She heard his heavy footsteps trailing behind her, grumbling to himself as she linked arms with Mina.

Today's going to be a great day, she repeated to herself like a mantra, hoping that if she said it enough times, it might come true. But after talking with Bakugou, she realized that the fog of fear and dread and nerves that had been shrouding her all morning had dissipated.

Today's going to be a great day, she reminded herself once again.

And this time, she almost believed it.

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After what has to be the worst opening speech in history given by one Katsuki Bakugou, it was time for the first round to begin. Midnight, in all her uncensored glory, revealed the first challenge to be an obstacle race.

Easy right? Wrong.

They were forced into a narrow tunnel, impatiently waiting for the round to begin. The scenario reminded her of the chaos in the hallway after the security breach. Back then, she'd had Bakugou there to help guide her through the crowd with his larger body.

Now, she was on her own.

She grimaced as a bony elbow burrowed into her ribcage, a large shoulder pressing into her's from the other side. This must be part of the challenge, she realized, ducking and shoving her way forward, gliding through the space between hot, sweaty bodies. Hisses and yelps followed her as she activated her quirk, her skin lightly steaming as her body rose to an uncomfortable temperature. She almost didn't notice the chill in the air.

Almost.

"START!" Midnight's voice reverberated throughout the stadium, followed by the snap of her whip.

Sana jumped straight up, keeping her palms parallel to the floor. With a burst of energy from her palms, she soared above the countless students that were now trapped within Shoto's ice.

With a self-satisfied smile, she shot out of the tunnel like a rocket. There was a commotion behind her as her classmates broke through the congestion. She was pleasantly surprised by the number of them that managed to make it straight out of the gate.

For one moment, Mineta was in the lead, only to be sideswiped by a giant green robot. They were dozens of them, appearing out of nowhere to block the only path forward. With minimal difficulty, Sana weaved between their large bodies, staying airborne as ice and metal rained down on the people below.

Present Mic's colorful commentary was nothing but background noise. She wasn't focused on anything but directing her quirk.

Explosions could be heard close by, a loud voice cursing at her and Todoroki. Daring a glance back, she quickly spotted him propelling himself through the air using small bursts from his hands. His feral expression was both hilarious and unnerving.

"Great minds do think alike, huh, Suki?" She called over her shoulder.

"Screw you!" He spat. "I did that shit first!"

She remembered their first day, during the quirk assessment test. Back then, they'd both done similar moves, and now here they were again months later, still imitating and learning from each other.

"Maybe," she eventually conceded. "But I do it better!"

"You-!"

The blonde was cut off as he moved to avoid the robots suddenly collapsing around them. The edges of the metal were still glowing bright orange from the heat used to slice through them like butter. Todoroki isn't holding back, so why should I?

Sana shot Bakugou a wink, her eyes an iridescent pink. "Gotta blast!" She cheerfully saluted with two fingers before flipping him the bird.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

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Ashes, Ashes 3: Dragon Tales

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ingredients: lore, fear, and brief mentions of death and violence

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While the idea of having a dragon in your basement was undeniably cool, it certainly wasn't helping Nyra fall asleep.

Eimaan had come upstairs splattered with blood—which wasn't exactly uncommon, but it felt a little weird knowing the gore was from a monster in her own house.

Who was still alive.

And probably pissed off.

Another trickle of anxiety pricked at Nyra's skin.

He couldn't change into his dragon form. That's what Eimann had said, and her sister seemed confident, but… but what if she was wrong?

What if their captive was biding his time? What if she'd made a mistake, not letting him go back at the warehouse?

What if he kills us all and it's my fault?

Nyra rolled out of bed, feet hitting the wooden floor softly. 

She couldn't sleep, wouldn't sleep, unless she was absolutely sure.

The stairs leading to the den were known to creak, but Nyra had made enough midnight reading trips to know which spots to avoid. She padded into the room and stood in front of the big oak bookshelf until her eyes adjusted to the moonlight.

Dragons. She needed everything on dragons.

And of course, there wasn't much to find. She knew it. She'd read most of these tomes multiple times, cover to cover. But she reached for the old volumes anyway, the few that contained a smattering of speculations and stories on the fire breathing beasts, and moved to the sofa with her arms piled high.

The reading lamp in the corner turned on with a soft click, casting yellow light across the pages in her lap. With no particular order in mind, Nyra picked up the first volume, turning to a familiar chapter.

Medieval legends, this one. Tales of bold knights going on quests to slay dragons to save their kingdoms from a fiery end. The majority of these stories had been widely disproven by historians, or simply written off as propaganda. When there were terrifying monsters out there, people liked to think there was a way to overcome them. Still, made-up story or not, there was always a hint of truth. The earliest depiction of a dragon's invulnerability to weapons was found here, along with mentions of their long lifespan. And of course, the heroes of these tales always found a way around the apparent lack of weaknesses with cunning or a magical boon.

Nyra set the book aside and reached for the next, a slim volume translated from Sumerian. It was probably the oldest one they had, and considered one of the first books on dragons ever.

Like the previous volume, it was mostly legend and speculation. One of her favorite dragon tales was found within; the story of the first dragon to walk as a human. They'd crafted an enchanted amulet for themselves that let them shift as they pleased.

As with most of the stories, it wasn't widely believed to be factual, but Nyra liked it anyway. The idea of a giant fire breathing lizard making itself a necklace always made her laugh.

But, as always, there was nothing new to be found.

One by one, she combed through them all. It was like playing I Spy without a map of things to find. There were details there, it was just impossible to know which to believe. She didn't know enough, plain and simple.

Nyra stood, taking the books a few at a time and replacing them on the shelves. It never got less frustrating, this futile hunt for answers. When no one knew anything, you couldn't even ask an expert–

Wait.

She was overlooking the fact that they had an expert. Right here in the house.

Eimaan was working at getting her own answers, through methods that didn't leave much room for doubt, but what about the rest? What about talking to him?

Sure, he'd probably lie through his teeth, but lies from a living, breathing dragon were better than speculation from century-old books. Casting one last glance at the shelves, Nyra turned to shut out the lamp, then started for the basement steps.

He was asleep when Nyra opened the door, and barely stirred at the sound. Certain of his harmlessness or not, Eimaan had taken precautions. The dragon—who looked startlingly human with his eyes closed— was strapped to a table, chest, neck, and limbs bound to it. He was nearly naked, nothing to conceal the long gashes along his arms and legs—courtesy of her sister, the marks were already nearly healed, despite having been made just hours ago. It was hard to tell how deep they'd been, but with the amount of blood Eimaan had had to clean off…

In the center of his chest, the bullet wound–

The one I made.

–was little more than scar tissue. She wondered offhandedly if it hurt to heal so quickly.

What should she do? Wake him up? He certainly looked harmless, helpless even, but that tiny chance that it was all an act was eating at her.

"You gonna say something, or just gawk at me?" came a low voice, and Nyra flinched.

"Say something, I suppose," she said after a moment, and was surprised how calm she sounded.

He opened one golden eye, looking up at her. "Gun girl. Wasn't expecting you."

She forced herself to take a breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Dragons could overthrow kingdoms with little more than charisma. She'd need to avoid letting this one get any sort of hold on her.

"Why are you here?" Nyra asked.

He snorted. "Why am I here? You shot me. And now your psycho relative wants to make me her lab rat."

"But you're a dragon, aren't you? Can't you just...fly away from all of this?"

That seemed to bring him up short. "Maybe… Maybe I will. Maybe I'm waiting for the right moment."

The hesitation in his voice eased Nyra's worries a little, but she still wasn't sure…

"Wouldn't the right moment have been when I shot you?" she pushed. "Don't polymorphed dragons shift back if they get hurt?"

"Maybe I'm special," the dragon said.

"Or broken," Nyra replied.

He grimaced at that. "Did you just come down here to rub that bit in or did you have real questions?"

Nyra had plenty of questions. Humans had very little knowledge on any inner workings of dragon society. Cultural norms, habits, family structure, she wanted to ask about it all, but she held her tongue.

"I'm afraid those were my 'real' questions. Good night." Nyra turned back towards the stairwell. She was well aware that she couldn't trust a thing he said, but seeing him for herself, restrained to a wooden table that he should be able to crack in two, lessened her worry. His answers and false bravado even more so.

"Is that all?" he called after her. "Are you just gonna leave me down here to get tortured again?"

Nyra stopped, but didn't turn around. That word, 'torture', it made her queasy.

"It's not… it isn't torture. It's research. We… my sister will find your kind's weaknesses."

"So she is your sister, eh? Seems like she's a bit too fond of sharp things."

What was he doing, making pointless conversation like this? Trying to garner sympathy?

"Yeah," she shot back. "The same way you dragons are too fond of fire."

That seemed to silence him, and she reached the stairs before he spoke again.

"My name is Rhys, you know. I'm more than just 'a dragon'."

So that's what he's playing at, she realized. Humanizing himself. She couldn't stay and hear it, couldn't let him charm her into thinking he was harmless, that he wouldn't hurt anyone, that he should be let go.

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"Maybe so," Nyra said, starting up the stairs without a backward glance. "But that doesn't change the fact that you are one."

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Janis & Jimmy

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With you there Jimmy: Twix probs won't take no for an answer but she's a good secret keeper so it'll be alright Janis: Yeah, if your life Da insists your life has gotta be a hilarious evil step-witch Disney romp Janis: May as well be in on the joke Janis: Twix could really stir the pot if she wanted Janis: get me to herself like she really wants Jimmy: Don't suppose you fancy a front row seat do you? My dad's talking about having her over for dinner and if Cass can't put a stop to it, I think she'd like you there Jimmy: Bring Grace too if you want, Bobby hasn't shut up about her. Like she's his girlfriend or something Jimmy: Once Twix gets under the table the woman'll be well outnumbered Janis: Bless him, he really cheered her up too Janis: Would be mildly amusing to outshine his big news with that wtf pairing, sure Janis: I can be there, if Cass wants Janis: Great at fucking up family dinners, like Jimmy: #therealOTP Jimmy: Gracie doing alright now, yeah? Barely recognised her at the park before Jimmy: It's been a while but I think I can still remember how to do it too. I got your back Janis: Yeah, she'll be alright, just a bit of a rough time rn Janis: Same tbh but gotta be like riding a bike Janis: we so good at fucking up other stuff yeah? Jimmy: Gotta be, she managed to look down at Tammy earlier, no easy feat Jimmy: Yeah 🏆💪 Jimmy: 🎻 Janis: She's well shot of her Janis: although she's just the monkey not the organ grinder Janis: need the rosetta stone to talk to you sometimes boy 🙄😂 Jimmy: If that's your way of telling me you're magic, I'm not surprised 😜 Jimmy: Love it if you cursed Mia this term tbh Janis: You'd think that face was curse enough Janis: 😑 Janis: but y'all have 0 standards Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: Mine are 🥇 Jimmy: wouldn't even fake date her, mate Janis: Well you talk a big game but don't you always Janis: #allforshow? Janis: Oh I forgot, just tall Tam who made the cut was it? Janis: 😏 Jimmy: shut up Janis: Nah don't be ashamed we've all got a past to rip the piss out of Janis: At least you didn't end up sharing a lad with your sister Janis: Thanks for that one Gracie 👍 Jimmy: Still time, Cass don't even like lads yet 👍 Janis: Why would you wish your taste on poor Cass? Janis: Don't even 😂 Jimmy: Too late, mate she's already loving ya Janis: 1/3 ain't bad 💪 Jimmy: I'll let her know Janis: I would aim for the full set but Gracie cockblocking again so 🤷 Jimmy: Gotta step your game up, mate. Jimmy: Such a loser like Janis: Excuse me Janis: you're 3/3 by default don't shout about it Jimmy: 😎 Janis: wanna try for my full set? Janis: doubt it Jimmy: Bring it on, hun Janis: did you just hun at me Jimmy: yeah, channeling my inner Gracie since she bested TT and I just got the 💋 of death like Janis: tragic 💅 Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: what we doing now i'm outta school early Janis: Hmm Janis: Picking up where we left off? Or new challenge? Jimmy: I'm always about trying new stuff 👍 Janis: Ooh Janis: Adventurous Janis: #keepingitfresh Jimmy: 😏 gotta now we're #keepingitreal Janis: can't let the haterz just hate can you? #winningemback1hashtagatatime Jimmy: Such a winner, can't help it Janis: Pfft. Jimmy: you coming to find me then? left you a blood trail and everything Jimmy: 💕 Janis: Who could resist such a sexy offer? Janis: I've got to get out of this lesson first Janis: Time me Jimmy: ⏲ Jimmy: go Janis: *Should have asked where he was, but it was too late for that now and thus, just another part of the game. She wasn't losing by default of asking, thanks. Logically, wasn't going to make her go anywhere near the Head or the classrooms...So that left the smoking hole, already waiting outside the gates or...the bogs? Best place to check first before venturing out. There was the lot in the Science block, the ones in the Humanities and the ones upstairs. If only she was as obsessed as she felt on her bad days to have his schedule memorized so she could pick the most likely of the lot. As it was, she just made it to the closest, like she had a place to be. First lot was a bust, just someone having a sneaky shit and keeping dead silent in reply to her 'Jim?', oops, soz mate. Exiting sharpish, Janis jogged down the corridor to the next, seeing him as soon as she entered, checking himself out in the mirrors; She smirks, walking over to the sinks and seating herself down on one to face him. She grabs his hands (gently) to assess the damage (not too bad, thank God), cocking a brow.* How'd I do? Jimmy: *Once the app's pressed, his phone's away and he's focused on his own (self imposed) race against time. The clean up. The sooner this bollocks was done the faster they could get out of here and onto the next. Whenever and whatever that is. Jimmy didn't try and guess, how things have been panning out lately like. He knows, without glancing down at his hand that it looks worse than it is, and easy to sort. No chance of calling what's happening with him and this girl anything close. Jimmy shrugs, to get it out of his system, he tells himself, 'cause no more of that shit. Not for a bit, after before. Then shakes his head, uninjured hand running through his hair. The briefest flash of a smile that there's no shame in. He's just glad she's willing to show up again and 'cause she is, he won't let himself keep slipping. Try hard move, but how he feels. There's more of the same when he hears someone come in, realizing it's her, and moves closer, hands still connected until he's standing between where her legs dangle off porcelain. It's a position to tease if he wants, and probably he will, keeping that familiar tone going for as long as they'll both allow, but first he answers her question, pulling his phone out with his own raised eyebrows poised. * 6 flat. Not bad, mate. * He breathes it out, counting himself, up to the moment when he kisses her. Fast enough to shut her up before she can make any claims to victory, yeah, but mostly he just wants to. Slowly. Needs to. She's earned it by being here. Or he's owed it for getting too far in the line of fire. It doesn't matter. Not yet.* Janis: *Janis inhales sharply as he moves closer, holding the breath in tight as so to hold him in place too. Stay. It's not just a matter of closeness though, is the problem. With a Family like hers, you were used to touchy-feely, (back in the day, when she still allowed it from any of 'em, like), but this was about the places he was able to get close...Where no one else ever had. And she wasn't just being literal, all relevant body parts ignited by his touch, it was the other shit too, head space and fucking...soul space, occupying space and time in her life she'd given to no one before him. It was terrifying, 'course, it was also fucking exhilarating. Why else would she? Up for the challenge, yeah? In this moment, here and now, absofuckinglutely. Try and stop me. Doubts and dread could be saved for later, when he was gone again. Something about him demanded her full attention, and she didn't hate the distraction of it, of him, AT ALL. She laced her legs 'round his back using them to pull him closer still. But she won't be the one to start it. She still can't. Not got the bottle to be sure he wants it too. Tragic, as her twin would say. Sure she'd feel more tragic if he pulled back, though.* New record, I reckon... *Barely focused on her own words as she murmurs them into his ear, thin fingers running through his dark hair, messing up what she had caught him fixing.* I like you better like this. Jimmy: *He meets her first unspoken challenge immediately, his easiest yet. Pushing as she pulls, but not away, both of them in a rhythm that only hurts a bit, from his hand, safe to ignore (like he gives a shit right now if it was about to fall off). No other alarm bells, thank fuck, 'cause that's sorted. Done. Jimmy grins into her skin as her softly spoken words tickle his, eyebrows raising themselves to let her know he's unconvinced, that what he 'reckons' is that he could beat it. (If it means getting to her.) Another bet he's ready to place if it's ever laid down. *You do, do you?* His tone has a smirk in it, seconds before it reaches his face, changing the smile as he moves effortlessly, no need to stretch as his own fingers retrace the path of hers, on her, until the ponytail she had in is loosened and the curls falling free. *Touche* Janis: *She laughs softly, this lowering the risk of omitting any other noise, more incriminating AND more shaming, so she reckoned. Bemused face to match, challenging him to 'be careful!' and praying he'll ignore her, breaking School property or falling on her arse be damned, frankly. Janis tuts the kind of 'oh, please! tut of someone not at all interested in having him leave even just so to come back as fast as possible. No more running. Not today. She tightens her grip on him to say as much, tugging playfully at his hair as he messes with hers.* Oi! *She allows it though, enjoying the relief of letting out the too-tight hairband, literal letting down of the hair how cliche they were...Who cares? Not her. She plays otherwise though, pouting like a stroppy kid and blowing a wayward curl out of her eyes.* Look what a mess you've made, boy... *She smiles, bending her head down, curls falling and exposing the nape of her neck, to 'kiss it better'. Light kisses trailing the slip of his knife, even though it was still a bit bloody, she liked the metallic taste of it and pale red stain he left on her lips. She looks up, bigger smile still. God, she wanted him so bad.* Jimmy: *Damn. There's things running through his mind that he could do to 'get her back for this' or 'raise the stakes' and about as many that he shouldn't, like how simple it'd be to 'clean up' again by letting the tap run and flicking as much water as he can whilst not letting go of her a millimeter. That thought could fuck right off. Stupid risk. He doesn't want either of them to cool off and it's too late for that seconds after. So he thinks then, much as he can form any coherent thoughts with THAT happening. A shuddering breath slips out (that she'll no doubt call a moan to ensure her victory when her mind's back on that) covering the sound of the bathroom door opening. Until there's an explosion of noise. Shit. Still existing purely on reactions, empty headed and dizzy, he lifts her off the sink, pulling her protectively against his side in the same movement. His body won't do anything else that it's supposed to, chest too tight and airless to get any words out, defense or attack. Just as well when he finally realises who it is. Fucking hell. All the same, the urge is there to run, persistent and he shoots her a look, daring her to listen to his idea instead of the teacher's rant. This challenge is probably one too far, but anything from Janis and he'll get it done, making sure they both get out.* Janis: *Another cliche, everything happening so fast that it feels like you're running (crawling more like) on slow-mo. Its like they're so fucking close to closing the last of the space but in the seeming eternity between this desperately needed contact finally happening, someone has managed to barge in and spoil everything before Janis had chance to blink. If it had been another kid, (depending on who, of course), she probably could have told them to piss off and then they could continue but that 'someone' being a teacher did somewhat bring her back down into harsh reality with a dull thud. That, and Jimmy lifting her off the sink with lightning speed reaction. Nice. She hid her appreciative smirk, vowing to show him just how appreciative she was when they were alone again. However, she still managed to catch his eye, and catch on to what he was silently saying as teach got louder and louder, realising they weren't listening to him. It was now or never. Realization jolting her back into the here and now, she took his (good) hand (much to the horror of Mr. Lucas when he clocked it, too little too late) and squeezed it tight to say 'Leg it!' And she did just that, pulling Jim with, exit in sight.*