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You can request literally any fandom or character I do not care. I love that Bakugo is consistently referred to as so pretty and beautiful when he's not yelling and being his all around gremlin self which we love- and that he's canonically just good at everything he does and has all these random talents. He could just make out the stock ringtone over the stochastic crackle of a fire and garbled cries of torment. He tilted the Hero license he had nicked toward the flickering blue light to give it a once over. Dabi shrugged and shoved the card into a wallet swollen to the size of his fist by dozens of similar IDs.

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With one last shove, Kamiji managed to separate them enough for her to look up at Dabi and his now tamed smirk. Dabi thumped himself on the chest until he could take a breath without coughing. Her shoulders heaved in an exaggerated sigh and she rubbed at her face again before patting her cheeks. Sign up. He headed for the konbini across the street and came back out moments later sucking down a vanilla Coolish. Kamiji poured another and, hoping it might ease the aftertaste but finding it to be even worse, they both took a sip before chugging it instead. As he closed the door, she pried his hand from her forehead but held onto him, wrapping one hand around his wrist to still his attempt at escape, and carding their fingers together with the other. He schooled the automatic response to a smirk, but failed to smother the fondness in his gaze. The teachers loved him because he got the best grades; girls fawned over his good looks; and the other boys admired his powerful Quirk. It was his third in as many hours but he could excuse his overindulgence for one day; he was celebrating, afterall. You telling him, "I don't need anything fancy! He brought the lip to his mouth and tossed his head back with a large gulp, then spluttered half of it onto his plate. And the handsy freak knew that.

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He values a partner being down to earth, in that sense— not hyperfocused on any status or price tags or the supposed social credit that comes courtesy of dating a pro hero. The cutesy types who whined like kicked puppies at the slightest inconvenience did not interest him; neither did the silent girls who always looked like they had something to say but never spat it out. She ran her hands over her face and sighed. Dabi watched as her wide-eyed gaze drifted across his face as though struggling to focus on one spot for long. Where the green cast of her flickering hair passed over her, it illuminated the flush of her face and neck. By the time he turned out of the alley, the fire had dwindled to embers, the crying had rattled out, and his phone had fallen silent, leaving Dabi in the company of his own pained breaths accented by thin clouds of smoke wafting from chapped lips. Keigo is not materialistic. The light dancing in the blue of his eyes dimmed and he twisted his wrist and pushed, running the flat of his finger over the ridges of her tongue until she coughed. Money means nothing to him; but you sure as hell do, and Keigo will use any resources necessary to ensure it gets through your thick skull how much you deserve to be treated like royalty. Damn his smoke damaged lungs. It was his third in as many hours but he could excuse his overindulgence for one day; he was celebrating, afterall. Hey, don't ask him. Shaking her head, Kamiji threw more napkins his way then poured them both a shot as he cleaned his mouth. Enter the e-mail address associated with your account and we'll email you a link to reset your password.