ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴘᴛ. 2

I'm sorry but I have one draft that I never finished but I laugh every time I see it

Gon: wait how old are you ?

Leorio: wait guess,

Gon: 36! :D

Leorio: WhAt !

Gon:…you said guess ?

Leorio: THAT WAS SO FAR OFF!

Gon: why are you yelling at me ? 🥺

Leorio: that wasn’t even close !

Leorio: like normally when people play that game they’re like “Oh I’ll guess a little bit younger!” Was that the little bit younger guess !?

Gon: yeah…..are you like 39? Are you-

Leorio: WHAT!

(Killua and kurapika crying laughing)

ᯓ★ it's been ages, different stages

kaminari x gn!reader

based on habit by louis tomlinson

read pt.1 here

fuck you, denki.

we're done.

denki knows he's really fucked up when even bakugo tells him off about it.

he knows he's been an idiot. who just leaves their date at the restaurant without telling them he wasn't coming?

it had slipped his mind. it really did, but when he went to text you about it, he found his messages turning green. there's a heavy feeling in his heart when he realises that you've blocked him.

he tries to play it off in front of his friends. he always said he'd mess up eventually, so what did you expect? he wasn't known around the school as boyfriend material, so this really shouldn't have come as a surprise.

none of his friends buy it. denki keeps up the pretence anyway.

until he sees you coming back to the dorms with todoroki. it's just to two of you, laughing and chatting as you bid each other goodnight and disappear into your dorms.

he could feel the exact moment, after the door to your dorm shut, that his friends' heads turn to look at him.

it's hard to pretend he doesn't care.

a week goes by of you hanging out with todoroki.

denki can't stand it.

he can't stand knowing it was his fault. that he wants you to hang out with him, but it's his fault you're not talking to him. you haven't talked to him in a week.

he can't help but see the way you laugh at todoroki's jokes instead of his.

the way his stomach drops when he sees that restaurant down the street.

the way he sees something you would find hilarious on the internet, but he can't send it to you.

it kills him.

his final bit of resolve snaps as he makes his way to your dorm room.

he knows he shouldn't, but his heart betrays his brain as he knocks, three times, on the door he knows you're behind.

"who is it?" your voice makes the knot in his stomach tighten. god, he's missed you.

"it's me."

denki can't being himself to say more.

there's a pause. all movement from inside your dorm ceases. denki holds his breath.

"...kaminari?" your voice is quiet. like you're unsure, and a little scared.

denki's heart clenches at the sound of his last name. suddenly, all bravado he had mustered up vanishes.

"yeah. can i come in?"

you open the door slightly.

denki's shoulders sag in relief, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes are guarded, wary of his presence in your dorm.

the inside of your dorm is exactly the same as he remembers, except the framed photo of the two of you was gone.

denki tries his best to ignore it.

"um, so... i wanted to say i'm sorry."

you scoff. "a bit too late for that, huh?"

denki mentally kicks himself.

"please," he tries again. "hear me out. i'm not above begging."

you cross your arms, but your lack of protest is enough for denki to keep going.

"i'm so, so sorry. i didn't mean to leave you at the restaurant, i swear. i just got caught up at training and i completely forgot to tell you. i even got flowers for you." he holds them out, and you can see that they're slightly wilted. "i know they look pretty shit right now, but that's because i picked them up last week."

one look at your face tells him you're not convinced.

"this week... it's been hell. i got the time and space i thought i wanted, but it's not what i needed. there's nothing i regret more than not spending more time with you. i was out of control, and i'm sorry i let you down."

you've never seen denki so mature before.

it's almost impressive.

"i guess i learned- but i already knew this- that i'm better with you. and i miss you so much. i'm so sorry, y/n. i'll never stop trying to find ways to make it up to you, if you'll let me."

there are tears pricking in your eyes. "denki..."

denki's eyes light up. he hates the spark of hope growing in him.

"i tried so hard to forget you. to move on. but... you're like a habit i can't break." you confess.

denki smiles, for the first time in a week. "then i never want to break this habit."

for @juni0njup1terr

thinking about pro hero bkg answering your ad for a roommate (less because he needs one and more that he's tired of his therapist's persistent encouraging to, at the very least, be around another person once in a while between missions). it's pretty nondescript - you're a young professional with a cat, and that's about all he knows. he's expecting some shy nerd. he's almost looking forward to the way you will undoubtedly move around each other like ships in the night.

but then you move in, and you're - not even a little bit of any of that. you do this stupid snort instead of laughing normally and he's sure he's seen your tonsils from how often your mouth is open and speaking. You shed all over the place and your cat jumps on his dresser and knocks all of his All Might shit down and he's just. sooo over it.

but then he has a particularly tough mission - a successful one, but it comes at a cost. his shoulders are heavy when he walks in through the door, forgetting for a moment that you're -

there. curls pinned up in some sort of falling knot on top of your head, wearing a sweatshirt of his you certainly never asked to borrow. you look absurd, swimming in his clothes and a pair of fuzzy socks, dancing around his kitchen. one hand pushes your dinner around in the skillet in front of you, the other is stained red with the amount of wine you've spilled out of your glass. you didn't hear him come in, but he's not sure it would've mattered if you did.

his suspicion is confirmed when he drops his gauntlet onto the tile - loudly - and you don't even pause in your dedication to making a fool of yourself to grin over your shoulder at him, gesturing your glass at him and singing along to a song he's not even hearing right now.

he thinks he might be starting to understand what his therapist meant, now.

Why you don't honk at Feitan

Added in the full page bc I'm super proud of it :3

(Y/N), confused and worried: "I-it seems to me… I like Amajiki-kun! I m-mean... I love him! An-nd I think that you two c-can help m-me..."

Mirio and Nejire: *exchange glances with each other*

Mirio and Nejire: "Oh, welcome to our club! We finally found our leader!"

Mirio: "I knew that whispering in your ear while you were sleeping was very effective!"

Nejire, taking out a laptop and turning on the presentation on it: "Don't worry! I've already planned your whole wedding! Don't pay attention to the red font, these are, ahem, my personal improvements…"

(Y/N), mentally: "What's going on here anyway?…"

BEN: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby?

BEN: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us.

BEN: I also want to softhack his circuits.

Y/N: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that again.

Kaminari :Truth or dare.

Shinso: Truth.

Kaminari: How many hours have you slept this week?

Shinso: Dare.

Kaminari: Go to bed.

Shinso: I don't like this game