𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 ;; #SacchFestival

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We came here for one thing

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[𓆰𓆪] word count ;; 527

[𓆰𓆪] synopsis ;; uraraka and bakugou find at least one thing they can agree on

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   It was beginning to become cumbersome to participate kindly with the other students when it came to enlightened spirits. Bakugou promoted himself as a permanent downer; someone who could be so brash and brutish in moments only for his energy to dwindle under the radar to something of an antisocial cusp of himself when surrounded by celebrations. It made him tired. Exhaustion refused to show in his features as if it would give leeway for his friends to pester him further about his thoughts on the activities and scheduled events planned for this festival. Overall, it was often just displeasure that would posses sharp eyes to be narrower in contemplation, glancing around as if they searched for ways out of the occasion. It caused the lips to strain to a tight line, pursing them to bite back from wasting his breath in voicing his distaste. His posture slouched as he sat amongst the classmates that became recently distracted with playing Daruma Otoshi, hunching his shoulders in irritation whenever the blocks hit the table loudly and they all would collectively laugh or groan at the loss.

    He was finding more reasons to outweigh his efforts to be here in the first place, even if it were for the sake of a proper grading of teamwork oriented tasks. Though, night was sinking in, and the lights wouldn’t dim in its stead around the outside atmosphere of lively kids merely free to do their own thing with friends. Bakugou was an inch away from slapping his palm to the wooden surface to break the most recent jenga of wooden blocks for class 1-A’s game that they set up once more and say screw it all away— that was until there was a poke of tentative fingers that pressed against his back shoulder blade. Red scorched warily back at the one who bothered him, but sulked to a stoic stare when he notated it just Uraraka who leaned in close to whisper into his ear with the cup of her hands before he could even begin to question her.

    Based on what she said, it gave way to make him hesitate and only the quiet plea of her hands prayed together before the spiked blonde would grit his teeth and did as she asked. He raised himself and followed behind her with the cross of his hands into the kimono sleeves, hoping everyone wouldn’t notice them departing briskly and as casually as possible in the same hint of traditional sandals scuffing across dewed grass.

    They escaped to the backbeat of one of the food stands, her purchased snacks bagged and already awaiting her as if she paused the moment just to invite him along.

    “Being with everyone together is nice and all, but I think people should look forward to the food the most here, do you agree?” Uraraka prompted, already pressing dango to the pinch of his fingers as she chewed into mochi that caused her skin to chill sweetly.

    “I rather take this than last another second with people.” Bakugou meekly agreed, trying to hide his own matched satisfaction as he bit with more aggression into his gifted treat.

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I thought to just create an edit but I feel bad because writing is barely posted here anymore, and I guess I kinda missed writing for Bakugou to a degree since I’ve been focusing on another character for a year now rip

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀art credits : tsukiaki on tumblr, edited by me

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀tags : #featurethis