"ha, I'm So Funny" PLS HE SO WOULD THINK SOMETHING LIKE THAT

you asked for scenarios with sero so i shall provide one (hopefully)

first date with sero where nothing goes right bc he’s very nervous and very clumsy

YES !!

he doesn’t understand how this happened. he even went to kirishima and bakugou asking how to plan this date out so that NOTHING would go wrong. yet here he stood. drenched with you under a bus stop, with ice cream smeared all over his pant leg.

it all started around 12:30. after 4 months of pinning after you, he managed to ask you out. well you kinda asked him out. it was late one night and you guys were texting. talking about school and stuff.

sero :p : yeah i can actually est Honkey’s ‘Tonk’ burger in 3 minutes and 23 seconds

y/n : NO U CANT ! stop lying

sero :p : I SO CAN !!

y/n : we’ll you’ll just have to show me, so i can see it for real :)

sero :p : i definitely should. how abt tmrw ?

y/n : sounds great ! 12:30?

and so that next day he waited by the school gate for you. you was mentally kicking himself for not offering to pick you up at your dorm but too late now. “sero? hey!” he heard from behind him, turing around he was met with you. how beautiful you looked in casual clothes: vintage levi jeans with a simple tight black long sleeve. your jewelry glistened in the afternoon sun and he had to come back from his haze to greet you. the beginning was going great! he ended up not ordering the hunkey’s tonk burger because, as mina said, making a lady watch you scarf down a pound burger was not a turn on. so he took you to a small thai place he knew of. the two of you talked, ate and at the end of the meal you offered to buy him ice cream.

walking down the street to the ice cream parlor sero couldn’t help but thank whatever forces are in control for a great date. the sky was getting a little cloudy but nothing serious. when the two of you went outside to enjoy your treats, a MASSIVE gust of wind ran right past the two of you. by some force it managed to roll onto seros lap, creating a big sticky splatter on his pant leg. you laugh it off and pull some napkins from your purse to blot it so at least it wasn’t wet.

he pulls you into the ally behind a the ice cream place and you crouch down to try and get most of the ice cream off. he embarrassingly tells you it is no big deal and he can get it himself but you won’t listen. you get up, sadly telling him that you did the best you could but he’d probably have to wash them. you can tell by his face sero is clearly in a bad mood now, so you led him back in the direction of the dorms. he hates himself now. he ruined a perfectly good day. well he didn’t directly ruin it but that doesn’t help his mood. he walks beside you, slowly. he can’t even look at you he’s too embarrassed. he doesn’t make small talk, and neither do you. not because you don’t want to talk to him but you just don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

he notices you open your mouth a little then close it, biting the inside of your cheek. he makes a mental note to ask you about it later when he’s more chipper. then you inhale, loud enough for him to hear and turn slightly facing him as you walk. he’s bracing for you to reject in one of the many ways he has become familiar too then-

a loud bang, and then crack, and then silence before the hard water falls from the sky. sero looks up. not believing that this too is happening right now. he looks down at you and expects dispoinemt, anger, saddness, any of those but he’s met with your pretty soft smile before meeting his eyes and grabbing his hand-

and you’re running. with him. hand in hand to the bus stop a hundred feet ahead. he can hear your laugh through the rain and wind gushing past his ears and ue can’t help but smile with you. the two of you stay thete, laughing and he apologizes.

“for what?”

“ruining your day. i know it wasn’t your plan to clean ice cream off me and get drenched in your pretty outfit.”

“you clearly don’t know anything about my plans, sero.” you say with a wink. after a moment of laughter you look back up at him. “you think my outfit is pretty?” you ask him in that sly tone. you see his muscular shoulders relax, as if he’s just let go of a breath when he says “i think everything about you is pretty.” with this eyes.

the two of you wait for an hour under the bus stop. chatting away about everything and nothing. when the storm is reduced to light sprinkles he takes your hand to walk you back to your dorm. kissing your cheek goodbye. when he walks back to the common room where his friends reside. they stare at him soaked head to toe with a noticeable darker stain on his pants, mina can’t help but cringe. “how did uh- the date go?” she ask nervously. expecting a defeated sigh come from him like all the other times but instead, he smiles “good. real good.” he replies as he grabs a soda and walks back to his room.

★﹒₊‧ 11:10pm

sero would find you at 11:10pm the night before your exams, asleep on the cold marble counter in the kitchen of the dorms where you were studying. instead of leaving you there or waking you up, he carefully picks you up, kola style, and brings you to your bed, then goes back to pack all your things back into your school bag. he visits you one last time in your room. he says it's to make sure you didn't wake up confused within that 10 minutes, but actually it's so he can slip into bed with you. he knows it's against the schools rules to have sleepovers in the dorm on school nights especially after 8pm, but when you gravitate towards his body on that cold november night, wrapping your arms around his slim frame, it's worth the possible weeks detention.

thinking abt band member sero falling for the daughter of their recently signed major music executive.

if i was a ua student id immediately crush on denki . i can admit that

classy

<i got this idea after i saw this tiktok & spent an hour in cold bath water writing this so 😐>

c/w: bkg calls reader feminine names (pretty girl, girly), reader is in a dress, no body type mentioned. food is mentioned.

when katsuki first asked you out, he told you to "meet me outside the dorms at 7:30, look classy if y'a want." assuming you were probably going to a nice restaurant you dressed just as he requested. a simple yet elegant black silk dress, with your favorite Avery 100 Jimmy Choo's, and gold jewelry to complement.

as soon as you walked up to the door, it opened revealing katsuki in a dark grey button down and black slacks. he liked good. he smelled good too. you recognized the hints of vanilla, amber and spice in his cologne. it reminded you of some tom ford cologne. he's eyes widened and his ears perked up at the sight of you. "sorry" you said with a light laugh, "am i overdressed?" you asked. "uh- no. you uh. you look really good." there was no emotion in his voice but the look on his face told a different story. he held his arm out to you, which you took and you could feel him flexing just a little bit. (which he'd deny) he walked you to the kitchen and you were shocked to find the table lit with candles and his cologne circulating around you. "oh are we not going out?" you asked. "oh uh. no." he sounded sorry but you weren't disappointed at all. you always loved to idea of a cooking date. this was far more fancy than you ever fantasized but that made it better in a way.

you let go of his arm and walked into the kitchen where pots and pans were distributed out. "so what are you making for me, hero?" any doubt he had vanished at your question. you sound excited. or happy? he didn't really knew what you sounded like, but he knew you weren't disappointed that you guys weren't going out. "anything you want, pretty girl." he answered, following you into the kitchen. "i was thinking something italian but i can honestly cook anything." he said with that confidence bordering arrogance. one of the many things you liked about him. "mmm italian sounds amazing!!" and with that he started. he looked up italian appetizers put some brie in the oven and chopped up pears, green apple, and toasted some sourdough bread to dip. you didn't have the heart to tell him brie was actually a french dish. and hour and a half was spent of him cooking while the two of you talked. you didn't know bakugou incredibly well, you met him through your mutual friend, kirishima. however, at the end of the night you knew almost everything about him. how he dreamed of being a hero since he can remember, about his crazy ass mom and quiet dad. you knew that he learned to cook when he was in middle school, his parents were getting promoted a lot back them, which meant nights where he would cook for himself and sometimes them. you picked up that he came from a well off part of japan, or you assumed as much since he mentioned summering in paris and visiting new york a couple times with his parents. you learned how he thought of kirishima, denki, sero, mina, and even midoryia, to your surprised, as his first real friends. he told you about his AWFUL first kiss story, and the one time he had to cover for denki and sero, who were too busy getting high as a kite in some general studies girl dorm room. and how he had to carry the both of them out with the help of kirishima.

he opened up to you in the dimly lit kitchen. more than you thought. you honestly weren't expecting for tonight to go as well as it did. Sure he wasn't the same vulgar and closed off boy he was two years ago, but you still weren't expecting this. You weren't expecting to enjoy his company as much as you did. after the food was eaten, and a tired look plastered you and kats faces. he got up and began cleaning up the kitchen. you followed him and helped. the clean up was silent but it wasn't awkward.

at 9:45 he walked you out the door, putting one of his jackets on to walk you back to your dorm buildings. a thin skip dress with thinner straps was clearly the choice to wear now. the temperature dropped to 45 degrees since you arrived. "you cold in that thin little thing, girly?" "n-n-n-no." you said but the chattering of your teeth gave up your lie. he gave you a quick laugh through his nose as he slid his jacket off and draped it around your shoulders. his hand closest to you slid down your arm and hovered by yours. he stayed there for not a second before tailoring his finger around yours one at a time beige fully engulfing you hand in his larger calloused one. you walked like like, leaning into him hesitantly for warmth as the two of you reached your dorms building. "you know, this was actually really fun. i'm glad we didn't go out now." you said walking up the stairs to the great big door. "of course you are, my cooking is 10x better than some stupid restaurant." "you know i bet you're right." you said smiling. "thank you, for this. this was one of the best nights i've had." you said with the street light making your skin glow. "yeah yeah ofc. anytime really." he said looking down. neither of you moved for a short while until you spoke up. "i should head to bed, but next time maybe i can make something for you and teach you how to actually make a baked ravioli." his head shot up at you insinuating his cooking was in any way "bad". "well if that's what you want to do, than that's what we'll do. goodnight, y/n." he said biting his tongue and leaning in to kiss your cheek. "goodnight, bakugou."

NOBARA NATION, WE'RE UP!!!

Squarey boy 💙💙💙

the box is heavier than you remember. or maybe it’s just you. maybe it’s the weight of the years, of everything you lost, of everything you never got to say.

you don’t even know why you’re doing this. you should’ve just left it buried in the back of your closet, let it collect dust, let the past stay where it belonged.

but you didn’t.

and now here you are, sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor, sifting through pieces of a life that slipped through your fingers.

old movie tickets, a tiny stuffed keychain he won for you at a festival, a wrinkled napkin with katsuki’s handwriting telling you to stop being an idiot and eat something.

you laugh, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

your fingers tremble when they brush against the stack of photos at the bottom. a part of you wants to put them away, to close the box and shove it back where you found it. but your hands move before you can stop them, flipping through moments frozen in time.

and then you see it.

the one picture that guts you.

it’s nothing special. not posed, not planned. just a random snapshot of you and katsuki, sitting side by side. you’re talking, mid-sentence, probably rambling about something, and he—

he’s looking at you.

not annoyed, not exasperated, not even pretending not to care.

he’s looking at you like you were everything. like you hung the damn stars. like he could sit there forever, just listening to you, just being with you.

your hands shake as you run a thumb over the faded edges, the ache in your chest growing unbearable.

because you don’t have this anymore.

you don’t have him anymore.

and maybe, in another life, in another timeline where things played out differently, where you fought harder, where he stayed—maybe you’d still have the chance to see him look at you like that.

but in this life, all you have is a picture and the ghost of what could have been.

character that you started watching an anime for and the character you fell in love with instead: who are they go

﹒₊‧i love oikawa

despite the whole "playboy" archetype he's given, oikawa is very very loyal to you in a relationship. he stops all flirting business with his fangirls and puts all his extra time and energy into you and making you happy with him.

he 100% still flirts you with as if you're just a pretty stranger in a cafe. he thinks it keeps the realtionship more alive, and he also just really enjoys seeing you all flustered because of him.

clingy asf. at school if he sees you in the halls he HAS to run up to you and give you a quick kiss on the cheek or hug before his next class. you guys are having a little sleepover and in the morning he will not let go of you. even if you do manage to wiggle out of his hold and go to the bathroom, you'll finding him standing right outside the door when you get done to latch back onto you.

he likes pda because he likes "showing you off to the world as his". i would like to say he never goes far with it but he would full on makeup with you in the school courtyard if you asked him too ._. (don't be that couple)