Texts With The Fushiguro Boys

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totally obsessed with my babysitter's a vampire AGAIN, i just LOVE mbav, specially ethan

i think that i'm going to write abt them soon 💭

fa la la la la 🩰✨🎄🪩

NINTENDO SWITCH !

TWELVE - kiss kill*

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bkdk ponyo au bc it's summer

[ 06:41 PM ] ― “izuku? what's wrong?” you whisper into the quiet room as izuku takes your hand in his and lifts it up, staring intently. “nothing's wrong!” he quickly assures, a light red dust spreading across his cheeks and nose, “.... i was just comparing our hands.” you hum, watching his reaction as he turns your hand to the side, doing the same to his, before turning it the other way, doing the same to his once more, his tired eyes shining bright as he exclaims. “look!” a smile as bright as his sparkling eyes take over his face, and you look at your now entwined hands. you smile at his innocence, and he lets your hands fall between you both, his grip gentle but tight. he blushes even more when you lean over and kiss his cheek, “don't you ever change, 'zuku.”

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miss uravity <3

double deku!!

+a bonus comic (manga spoilers)

hiiiiiiiiii *stands in from of u covered in blood holding a bloody baseball bat*

complicated relationships with your parents are like. you cut up fruit and bring it to my room without me asking. i can’t remember the last time you told me that you were proud of me. you told me i wasn’t good enough for you but i’m not even good enough for myself. your hugs feel like coming home. i can’t tell you anything that happens in my life. i doubt myself every day because of something you said to me when i was eight. would you like to hear about my day? please don’t ask me about my day. i miss you even though you’re in the next room. i wish we didn’t live together. i’ve never loved or resented anyone as much as i’ve loved and resented you. are you okay? are we okay? are we ever going to be okay?