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"Dear Future Me,
I gotta schoolgirl crush on Sakusa Kiyoomi. This is so damn embarrassing.
I can't believe I'm even writing this down, just doing this makes me wanna die. But if I don't say it here, I think I'm genuinely gonna explode into a thousand pieces. So it's gonna stay in this letter forever. Buried. Kept secret. No one will ever know, well except you."
Sincerely,
Past YouSakusa stares at the paper in his hands like it’s combusted. His face burns, ears tinged with red, and his first instinct is to throw the letter across the room and sanitize his entire apartment. Preferably twice.
in which a failed 'return to sender' letter to a mystery person's future self is sent to none other than sakusa kiyoomi. the letter, written during the all-japan youth training camp, confesses a secret crush on kiyoomi. sakusa decides to uncover who his secret admirer from five years ago is, and he realizes they may be closer than he ever expected.
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Call Our Crimes a Work Of Art by GoringWriting
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
09 Oct 2022
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Class 1A has one final assignment before the end of the year exams begin. A Civil War between Class 1A. With Kirishima leading the Heroes and Izuku leading the villains. But this Civil War turns out to be a bit more realistic for the hero team than they thought. Aspects of running a hero agency none of them ever thought of. All while sweet Midoriya lay in wait within the city. It doesn't matter. Izuku is sweet and he isn't cut out to be a villain.
Right?
Inspired by Hero Class Civil Warfare by RogueDruid (Icarius51) here https://archiveofourown.org/works/14446512?view_full_work=true
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- Part 1 of Call Our Crimes a Work Of Art
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Mike walks in on his roommate making out with another guy and gets really upset about it. For all of the normal, straight reasons.
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Will raises his eyebrows. “Is that why you came in here?” he repeats, looking back down at the blue flannel. “To ask me about the weather in Lenora?”
“Kind of,” Mike says, and then, “well no, not about the weather specifically. I just– I wanted to talk to you.”
“Oh.” And Will looks a lot more surprised at this, actually, than the idea that Mike might have just wanted to come to his room to make small talk about unseasonably frigid California winters. “Okay. What about?”
“Anything.” The response is embarrassingly immediate. “Everything. I don’t know. I missed you.”
Hawkins, 1986. The world is ending, there are too many people in Mike's house, and to top it all off, he and Will have some things to talk through.
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"You know, there were, like, signals."
"Signals?"
"Yeah, you know, like a brush of the knee, a bump of the elbow, a shared look. That kind of thing."
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Or, Will Byers and the science of signal transmission.