wc: 392
cw: alcohol use, smoking
She’s drunk, sitting cross-legged on his bedroom floor. The tips of Atsumu’s knees brush against hers. He has a dying lighter in his hands and a poorly rolled joint between his lips. He doesn’t get it lit until his fifth try. Her head spins.
She watches through half-closed eyes as Atsumu inhales, and then tilts his head back to blow smoke up towards his ceiling. The smell of it combines with his heavy cologne. Watching his hands grounds her.
“Here,” Atsumu says, and he lifts the joint towards her lips. He doesn’t wait for her response before he’s placing it between her lips, holding it delicately with two fingers. She inhales like she was told to, and Atsumu hums. “You look so pretty like that.”
There’s a delay in her head, and she doesn’t hear his words until she’s exhaling through her nose and Atsumu’s hand’s retracted. She feels dizzier than before.
Atsumu doesn’t say things like that to her. He shouldn’t. It makes her throat tighten up and her skin prickles. “Tsumu,” she drunkenly slurs, pulling her knees up to her chest, “don’t say things like that to me.”
“Yeah?” he says, smoke billowing from his mouth as he speaks. “Why not?”
She’s not drunk enough to feel embarrassed. She thinks that maybe she will be in the morning, when she remembers that this is real, and her words hold weight. “Cuz it makes me want to kiss you.”
Atsumu doesn’t say anything for a while. He doesn’t say anything for so long that it makes her think that she made a mistake. Her eyes find the ground, and her cheeks grow hot.
“D’ya mean that?” he asks, voice suddenly lower.
Her eyes flash up to meet his. His eyes seem dark. He clenches his jaw and his Adam’s apple bobbles in his throat as he swallows. “Yeah,” she says lightly, afraid to be any louder than she is.
Atsumu grins, then. Slight and easy, and it makes her stomach flip. “You can kiss me in the morning, then, if you still mean it.”
She sleeps in his bed that night, limbs sprawled out and entangled in his. He keeps an arm over her chest and he snores in her ear. She tosses and turns but he doesn’t let her get an inch. When morning comes, Atsumu doesn’t let her forget.
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pls i should not have access to money and uber eats my fat ass will always find something to eat
lina is literally the most funniest person ever 😞
yawn ur smaus are dull unfunny and boring and ur writing fucking sucks
some of you guys are just mean for the sake of being mean dude
𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍
pairing: deaf!katsuki x gn!reader
warning: collage au, swearing, softsuki, pure fluff, all words italicized are meant to be spoken in sign language
notes: this might be my fave thing ive written so far
632 | Bakugou’s never needed words to tell you how he feels. The only problem?You never understand what he’s been saying.
Bakugou signs alot.
At first, you thought it was just muscle memory, like how someone might talk to themselves under their breath. He’d move his hands with sharp, purposeful flicks, his fingers quick and angry, like he was arguing with the air.
But he always signed to you.
You noticed it when he’d glance your way mid-conversation, hands spelling out something with too much intention for it to be coincident. You didn’t understand a word, of course, and he never explained himself. He’d roll his eyes or scoff when you asked. Saying something like figure it out if you’re so interested, but even with his dismissal— he kept doing it.
When he was annoyed with you, his fingers moved fast.
On the rare chance you made him chuckle, he’d sign something slow and subtle, hidden behind his dumb smirk and eye roll.
When he looked at you too long, he’d blink, sign, and look away.
It wasn’t until weeks later, when you finally decided to take a crash course in ASL at your campus library that the words finally started to come together.
“Thanks for saving my seat,” you said softly, placing your bag down beside him. He hums, nodding, red eyes never leaving your own and it’s enough to make your face heat. You’d always thought Bakugou was good looking, but for the longest time, you kept your distance. That is, until he showed up to the lecture one day reading one of your favorite books, and something about that felt like an opening. Since then, sitting next to him became a habit you looked forward to more than you’d admit.
Your other friends liked to joke that you’d worn him down. That you annoyed him into a friendship.
But every time you walked in and found his bag already nudged off the chair beside him, saving the seat just for you, it felt like the smallest kind of miracle.
He never said much about it. Never made a show of saving your space, but he did it every time.
Bakugou shrugged, his hands move fast. You look… tired?
You blinked. “Wait, I— did you say I looked tired?”
He froze. His brows furrow, eyes narrowed. A tiny break in the confidence that was so Bakugou it practically had its own gravitational pull.
“What the fuck," you heard him mumble. It makes you laugh.
He’s quick to sign again. You understood that?
You bit your lip, suppressing a grin. “A little. I’ve been uh—“ You cut yourself off, your own hands coming forward. Learning.
Bakugou scowled, but his ears were tinged red. He signs again, how? you stalking me now?
“No,” you said, laughing. “I took some classes in the library. Besides you're the one who’s been talking at me this whole time. I finally decided to catch up.”
His hands lifted. It is then that the piece start clicking. If you had learned what he was saying than that means... his eyes narrowed.
What else have you seen?
You pause. Beautiful, he had signed once. You’re beautiful.
Another time: I like your laugh. It sounds like wind chimes. The words 'Wind chimes' was a hard one to figure out for sure.
Once: I wish I could kiss you without making things weird.
You shook your head gently. “Beautiful a couple times... but that's all I remember."
Bakugou exhaled sharply. That's all you remembered!? He's going to fucking explode, dear god. He can feel the heat traveling down his neck. His fingers twitched like he wanted to deny it, like he wanted to scream just to redirect the attention.
Instead, he groaned. Looking away before signing something slowly— hands pausing just enough to make sure you’d catch it.
I can help you remember the rest.
You smiled. Yes. I'd love that
white cat x orange cat
atsumu miya atsumu miya atsumu miya atsumu miya atsumu miya atsumu miya atsumu miya atsumu miya atsumu miya atsumu miya atsumu
for you <3
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hey toke do you know i love u.
OMGGGG this reminds me of my 2019 stranger things phase it was also my peak umbrella academy phase…gosh memories
ALSO ILY FOR TJIS SO BAD MY SHOYO AND MY TSUMU AND MY SAKUSA
tbh i love doing mini series they are less pressure on me.
first chapter of just that girl is almost done.