no one:
my brain: what if mango coconut but like. an izuku perspective.
my brain: what if mango coconut but like. an izuku perspective.
not a retelling in izukuās pov, no. im thinking further back in the timeline. theyāre younger, maybe not even together yet. less āi miss you and i donāt know what to do about itā and more āweāre already close but iām greedy and i want more and i donāt know how to make you see meā
they fall asleep in the common room watching a movie w/ their friends. izuku wakes up w/ his face pressed against todorokiās head. āmangosā, he thinks. todorokiās so /close/ and he smells like mangos. izuku may not have him, but he can have this. an arm gone numb from +
the weight of his friend, a heart fit to burst from the feeling of soft hair beneath his cheekāa sign that heās /trusted/, that heās a safe place to landāand, bizarrely, fittingly, the smell of mangos. he shouldnāt ask for more. he shouldnāt.
he still wants to.
he still wants to.
or something like that gngbfvg IDK!!
this is mango coconut btw
(a dumb title yes but i like it.)
https://twitter.com/unreeemarkable/status/1357014660898291714?s=21 https://twitter.com/unreeemarkable/status/1357014660898291714
this is mango coconut btw


https://twitter.com/unreeemarkable/status/1357014660898291714?s=21 https://twitter.com/unreeemarkable/status/1357014660898291714