“Who's Braxton?" Todoroki asks seriously.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Katsuki groans.
Eijirou scrubs a hand down his face. “No, man—no, it’s not—”
^writing this alone made it worth it, and no I'm not giving context
“Who's Braxton?" Todoroki asks seriously.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Katsuki groans.
Eijirou scrubs a hand down his face. “No, man—no, it’s not—”
^writing this alone made it worth it, and no I'm not giving context