The first thing that registered was the smell. Not the acrid, familiar scent of nitroglycerin that clung to his own sheets, but something sweet and savory. Buttered pancakes and sizzling bacon.
Katsuki Bakugo's eyes flew open, instantly alert.
The first thing that registered was the smell. Not the acrid, familiar scent of nitroglycerin that clung to his own sheets, but something sweet and savory. Buttered pancakes and sizzling bacon.
Katsuki Bakugo's eyes flew open, instantly alert.
“Didn’t think you were the cuddling type.”
He huffed out a quiet laugh and turned his head to the side slightly, trying to see her. “Don’t get used to it.”
“You’re warm.”
“Hm, well, perks of being me.”
“Didn’t think you were the cuddling type.”
He huffed out a quiet laugh and turned his head to the side slightly, trying to see her. “Don’t get used to it.”
“You’re warm.”
“Hm, well, perks of being me.”
"If I let you out of your binds," he said, sounding more weary than he had moments before, "will you promise not to do something stupid?"
"No," she said, eyes still fixed on the bowl.
"If I let you out of your binds," he said, sounding more weary than he had moments before, "will you promise not to do something stupid?"
"No," she said, eyes still fixed on the bowl.
Uraraka giggled as she realised how oblivious Bakugou was to the concept of mistletoe.
“If two people meet underneath mistletoe, they have to kiss!” She explained. “It’s tradition, you see.”
Bakugou sneered at the plant for a while before glaring back at her in silence.
Uraraka giggled as she realised how oblivious Bakugou was to the concept of mistletoe.
“If two people meet underneath mistletoe, they have to kiss!” She explained. “It’s tradition, you see.”
Bakugou sneered at the plant for a while before glaring back at her in silence.
She held out a small card with an ink scribbling line of digits written across it. Katsuki took it, turning it over in his hands to see the opposite side being a printed business card for Uravity.
"Be sure to call me sometime!" She grinned. "You owe me for that hot cocoa!"
She held out a small card with an ink scribbling line of digits written across it. Katsuki took it, turning it over in his hands to see the opposite side being a printed business card for Uravity.
"Be sure to call me sometime!" She grinned. "You owe me for that hot cocoa!"
If you missed out on our A+ pieces, don’t fret! KCHK529: The Fundamentals of Kacchako will be open for Leftovers January 5 – February 9.
Make sure to mark your calendars, and we will see you back in class~
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If you missed out on our A+ pieces, don’t fret! KCHK529: The Fundamentals of Kacchako will be open for Leftovers January 5 – February 9.
Make sure to mark your calendars, and we will see you back in class~
| #kacchako |
Deku is trying really hard to maintain a poker face, but the more he chews the more he breaks it. Meanwhile, Bakugou starts to spit it out like it’s poison
“What is this this?”
She bristles “HEY! Don’t be so mean! My mom says I make great Christmas cookies!”
Deku is trying really hard to maintain a poker face, but the more he chews the more he breaks it. Meanwhile, Bakugou starts to spit it out like it’s poison
“What is this this?”
She bristles “HEY! Don’t be so mean! My mom says I make great Christmas cookies!”
Bitch don't pull that nonsense, we stand up for porn in this house. Always defend the weird, ugly, uncomfortable, and cringe, because if we don't push boundaries we don't exist.
Bitch don't pull that nonsense, we stand up for porn in this house. Always defend the weird, ugly, uncomfortable, and cringe, because if we don't push boundaries we don't exist.
In that moment, she was grateful that the cold made her cheeks pinker, because otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to hide the large blush that had overtaken her.
In that moment, she was grateful that the cold made her cheeks pinker, because otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to hide the large blush that had overtaken her.
He would deal with his own trauma in his own way at a later time—probably.
But seeing her like this, hanging on to her strength and honor by her fingertips, was hurting more. She was trying so hard not to fall apart, to not be the fragile girl that he already knew she wasn't.
He would deal with his own trauma in his own way at a later time—probably.
But seeing her like this, hanging on to her strength and honor by her fingertips, was hurting more. She was trying so hard not to fall apart, to not be the fragile girl that he already knew she wasn't.
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Another post for today Ladies and Gentlemen with chapter 15 of « Heart & Soul » 🐉✨
#mha #Ochakouraraka #bakugoukatsuki
Another post for today Ladies and Gentlemen with chapter 15 of « Heart & Soul » 🐉✨
#mha #Ochakouraraka #bakugoukatsuki
“The half-price sale doesn’t start until 6,” Ochako answers, securing their place at the back of the line. She surveys the ten or so people ahead of them. “Looks like we got here early enough for a good spot.”
Bakugo would very much like to set something ablaze right now.
“The half-price sale doesn’t start until 6,” Ochako answers, securing their place at the back of the line. She surveys the ten or so people ahead of them. “Looks like we got here early enough for a good spot.”
Bakugo would very much like to set something ablaze right now.