BOOM / POW *

haha ur paranoid bitch did somethin’ DUMB but anyway imma bring back this blog somewhere else cos uh idk i’m still afraid ? of being watched ( same url btw ) cos hmmm the thing i went through was really traumatic !! it was something i didn’t even know happened IRL it felt like somethin’ out of the movies tbqh. 

anyway i was writing under a dif name / url but felt like a big liar so it’s whatever i just want people to understand how paranoid i am that that was the only way i could do the thing i love ( writing .. bakugou esp ) without feeling like a damn cop was watching my every move. 

and if u wanna know what i went through uhhhhh : fckn my cousin (who is an asshole and an ex cop ( ^ : like he’s not allowed to be a cop anymore lmao think about that ) who has ties to the police was sending his cop friends after me. giving me tickets. getting me almost arrested. because he was mad that i didn’t do what he told me to do at work. yeah that’s literally what happened.

fukenzena.

“  ha .. ? ”       eyes open and immediately fall into a squint , thanks to a renegade sunbeam finding it’s way through a slit in the curtains.

vision obscured by long lashes and eye floaters  , he reaches upward blindly , missing yukakos hand by an inch  /  that minor failure is enough to embarrass him. causing bakugou to promptly raise his head off yukakos lap, holding himself up by his elbows against the floor instead.

“ what’s that s’possed to be ? ” and with one final bite of his lip  (  quick rebellion against her earlier word  )  he takes the balm in hand,

─────    “ but what if it stings .. ?  ”  he asks , stretching out the question a high pitch to hide the existing concern. 

though finally he obliges, dabbing some on his bottom lip before sliding it across the floor back toward yukako .. a mumbled thanks spoken as he rubs his lips together. bakugou, never one to let kindness go unpaid for   (  blaming it on gratefulness rather than pride  ) moves to stand himself up. 

“  c’mon .. lets go get somethin’ to cool off. gettin’ stuffy in here anyway. ”

kurohcnc.

ears perk at the sound of ice cream    ──    tongue once licking the red of his lip, moves to run over his sweet tooth. right eye opening to Yu’s dewy feature staring back (  rather than down ) on ‘em. left eye follows the right and slowly opens, quickly blinking away the colourful dots blocking his vision 

“  eh.  ” he mumbles, or in other words, maybe.

*  arms once crossed along his chest are stretched outward, creaky elbows popping as he flexes his fingers , “  watermelon sounds a hell of a lot better than ice cream.  “  

and though his tone remains dull , the excitement for a treat shines in the way in which he’s quick to snap that tacky neck and damp head of hair off from Yu’s lap  /  bare feet waste no time regaining their balance,  “   y’wanna cut the melon or fill the pool ?  ”

he asks whilst making his way toward the kitchen; hand comes up to rub the haziness from his eyes.

sticky  skin  to  sticky  skin  ─

the back of bakugous neck resting 'pon others thigh. 

breathing synced though one would only know it by the slow expansion of each others chests /  the lonely fan in the corner muting the world around them whilst providing them some relief  ;  eyes shut as sweat makes it way down his temple.

from the back of his throat comes a grunt of annoyance, “ hmm .. ” lips twist as his teeth nab onto a dry and peeling piece of skin from the corner of his mouth.

and on * ashen blonds face rests a scowl (  not at all surprising, yet still hard to look at.  ). summer heat seeping it’s way through the window feeds an apparent irritation to the point of gorging. even for someone like him, who thrives in the heat .. 

it was just too much.

he speaks only once hes managed to tear away the skin off his lip, his tongue running along the raw area leftover ..  “  this sucks major ass.  ”

noquirk.

                                                               how do you begin a tragedy? 

with carnage ; entrails stretching from the starting line  (  umbilical cord cut from the belly with a shaking paw  ─  child of absolute sin free to finally cry over the tragic injustice of conscious being  ..  )  with love ; word fragile as ice thinning in the spring / as the flower petals ripped from their stalk  ..  silent screams come in the form of stem milk dripping down  the same finger as a single red thread. 

            or with memories ; that rear their ugly head only when his back is turned?              cold sweat creats icicles down his back.

his brows rise at the slow dribble of that (  his? ) name  ─  bakugous attention shifting from the empty space past midoriya; onto his eyes. dead, but only half empty. 

the horizon cutting through the rot will reveal more light when he dares to dip his toes into the dead sea. what do dead boys have to keep rising for?

remnants of past emotion: anger, hatred, jealousy, confusion, pride .. come together, fragments becoming a gelatinous mass that sticks to the walls of his stomach.

                      it causes a familiar and uncomfortable pain to shoot through him, familiar to sticking your tongue into an untreated cavity.

“  tch,  ” kacchan, how long had it been since he’d heard that shitty nickname outside of his own head? 

               “ was, till now. ” bitter tone. nothing new. 

a step taken forward does nothing to fill the space they left in between. still they stand on either side of their respective spectrums .. as it should be. 

“  you’re here for a reason, what is it? or do ya wanna skip this fuckin’ formality and get right to me kicking y’ass back to whatever hole you crawled out of. ”