ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ 𐀔 "For your dreams, lightswitch."
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a nightmare-ish girl and an explosive boy try not to kill each other as they become heroes in their own stubborn ways and... lovers? What the fuck?
slowburn katsuki bakugo x teasing!oc
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𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬
The pitter-patter of rain matched the thrumming of her heart as the heavy sky cried down on the Amajiki siblings walking from the train station to school. The sidewalk was littered with growing puddles, and passing cars would splash small droplets on her as they hurried by, heading to work or dropping their children off.
The people passing by either ignored them entirely, shielding themselves with umbrellas, or recognized the siblings from the festival, occasionally making comments.
A woman passing by noticed her brother. "You, young man, have a bright future as a hero," she said with a kind smile as she walked past.
Tamaki kept his head down, not intending to be rude, but out of bashfulness. His umbrella helped him hide.
Asumi walked without one, her arms behind her back despite her bag. She didn't mind the rain much but glanced at her brother with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I thought you did amazing."
He had managed to lift his head, but his posture was still hunched, and his umbrella served as a shell. She often teased him about being a turtle.
"I didn't win," Tamaki replied simply, a sigh woven into his words.
He wasn't always the most positive when it came to anything about himself. He saw the best in people but struggled with his own self-worth.
"Winning doesn't matter," Asumi reminded him, but quickly added, "But if it does to you, you're always a winner to me!" It was cheesy, entirely on purpose, just to be an annoying sister.
Their bond was not a typical sibling relationship. Though they had their moments, their lives had been anything but usual. Their unusual circumstances and the challenges they faced made them treat each other more like dependable allies than irritating siblings—though they still had their fun.
They only truly had each other to rely on and fully understand, despite having grandparents and friends. It was a bond strengthened by trauma, as bleak as that sounded.
Asumi was pulled out of her daydream when she felt the rain, which had been darkening her deep purple hair and sticking her clothes to her skin, suddenly stop. Her face scrunched up, and she tilted her head to find the umbrella that had been over her brother's head now sheltering her, blocking the cloudy, gray sky.
"Hey, I'm trying to enjoy the rain here," she complained, her teasing attitude gone.
Tamaki, as usual, didn't acknowledge her complaint and kept the umbrella over her head with a shake of his own. "Don't be dumb, please."
She could only pout.
☯︎
There was a small squish with every step Asumi took into the classroom, her shoes damp from her disregard for using an umbrella.
