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Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000

Hey. I'm Diani and I'm severely Autistic. I wear purple glasses and am chunky.

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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, shirtless, bare torso, fingerless gloves, black gloves, thick gloves, bare shoulders, leaning forward, head tilted down, eyes narrowed, irritated expression, scowl, furrowed brows, gritted teeth, nose itch, rubbing nose, gloved hand on face, palm against nose, wrinkled nose, other hand holding towel, white fluffy towel, terrycloth towel, blowing nose into towel, towel pressed over nose and mouth, hunched shoulders, grimace, half-closed eyes, indoor, room interior, from side, cowboy shot, upper body focus, warm lamp light, close-up on hands and face, Seen in a three-quarter side view from slightly below eye level, a shirtless young man with short spiked ash-blonde hair and red eyes leans forward over a plain wooden table in a dim room, his whole upper body committed to the itch. His right hand — thick black glove covering it, palm flat and pressing hard, heel of the palm grinding small circles against the side of his nose with the knuckle of his thumb braced under the bridge — rubs in short frustrated scrubs; his nostrils flare, his nose wrinkles up in a fold, his brows pull down into a hard scowl and his teeth show between parted lips in a grimace. His left hand, gloved too, grips a folded white terrycloth towel at chest height, thumb hooked into the fold, the cloth bunched and soft against his knuckles. Over his bare shoulders and collarbone the lamp light sits warm from the upper left, throwing a soft shadow of his jaw and shoulder across his chest, and every ridge of the towel catches a fuzzy halo of light. Then the towel comes up: he clamps it over nose and mouth with both gloved hands, fingers spread across the cloth, elbows tucked, shoulders hunched high and drawn together, head bowed into the fabric, eyes squeezed half shut and one brow cocked in irritation as he blows — the terrycloth compressing and puckering inward under the pressure, its fuzzy loops flattening where his fingers pinch it. His hair sticks up unbothered, a few strands trembling with the force of the honk. The palette stays restrained: warm ochre lamplight on bare skin and pale cloth, cool blue-grey shadow in the room behind him, the black leather of the gloves the darkest note, and no second light source beyond the single lamp so the corners of the room fall away into soft darkness. A single detail pins the physics: the towel's weave visibly dents and stays indented where his glove clenches it. Comic and a little gross, played straight-faced and irritated.
Nov 2, 2026 1:08 AM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, 1girl, child, katsuki bakugou, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, calm expression, gentle, kneeling, crouching, madison, young girl, brown hair, pink dress, crying, tantrum, throwing a fit, hitting, hitting arm, clenched fists, arm outstretched, indoor, living room, united kingdom, british house, sofa, carpet, window, daylight, comforting, hand on head, soft gaze, looking at another, profile, from side, cowboy shot, wide shot, full body, warm lighting, muted palette, soft atmosphere. Shot in a naturalistic, candid side view: in a modest British living-room, Katsuki Bakugou—short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves—is dropped to one knee, his weight settled back over his heels, torso angled toward a small girl. Madison, a young child in a pink dress with brown hair, is mid-tantrum: face flushed, mouth open in a wail, tears streaming, both small fists clenched. One of her arms is thrown out, her fist connecting with Bakugou's upper arm as she hits him; her feet are planted apart, body leaning into the strike. Bakugou does not flinch away or raise his voice—his expression is calm and gentle, brow relaxed, mouth closed, eyes fixed softly on Madison. His gloved hand reaches toward her, hovering near her shoulder in an offered, patient comfort rather than a grab. Behind them a worn sofa, a patterned carpet, net curtains at a window; ordinary British daylight coming grey-soft through the glass, lighting the side of his face and her wet cheek, shadows pooling under the furniture. Palette is muted—dusty pink of the dress against the black of his clothes and the beige of the room. Her tears catch the window light; the fabric of his sleeve compresses slightly where her fist presses. Quiet, tender patience.
Nov 1, 2026 12:05 AM
#My Hero Academia#Ochaco Uraraka#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, 1girl, 1man, 1child, 4people, bakugou katsuki, blonde hair, short spiked hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, standing, arms crossed, leaning back against wall, looking down, from below, dutch angle, low angle, indoor, house interior, british house, living room, scottish family, elderly scottish man, rugged build, heavy wool tartan kilt, cream cable-knit sweater, thick wool socks, leather brogues, scottish woman, long wavy auburn hair, forest green tweed jacket, white blouse, pleated grey midi skirt, small scottish child, freckles, short ginger hair, navy blue school jumper, white collared shirt, khaki trousers, only japanese person, oldest person in the family, cultural contrast, warm lamp light, fireplace, tartan blanket, wooden floorboards, full body, wide shot, cinematic composition, warm domestic atmosphere, cozy, quietly amused The camera sits low and tilted a few degrees off level, so the room rises up around the figures and the tall young man dominates the left third of the frame. Katsuki Bakugou leans back against the wall beside the fireplace, shoulders pressed to the plaster, arms folded high across his chest, his weight sunk into his right hip with his left leg crossed loosely over the right ankle. His short spiked blond hair throws sharp spikes against the warm light; his red eyes are half-lidded and cast downward, watching the small ginger-haired child below him with a flat, unimpressed mouth that has just the corner of one lip pulled a fraction higher. He is the tallest body in the room by a head, the only blond with red eyes, the only person not wrapped in wool or tweed, standing in a plain black shirt with sleeves shoved to the elbow and black pants and gloves, and he occupies the room like a guest who has stopped pretending to be comfortable. To his right, the older Scottish man stands with his back to the fire, one thick leather brogue planted on the raised hearthstone, a heavy wool tartan kilt hanging to the knee, a cream cable-knit sweater ribbed at the neck and cuffs, and thick wool socks compressed in a ring above his shoes. His rugged face is tilted up toward Bakugou, one grey eyebrow raised, his right hand holding a squat tumbler against his chest and his left hand resting flat on the mantel. The Scottish woman sits forward on the arm of the sofa in the right foreground, her long wavy auburn hair falling over the shoulder of a forest green tweed jacket, her hands resting on the knees of a grey pleated midi skirt, her chin lifted toward Bakugou with an easy, appraising half-smile. In the lower middle of the frame, the small freckled child with short ginger hair stands in a navy school jumper over a white collared shirt and khaki trousers, head tipped fully back, staring straight up at Bakugou, one small hand gripping the hem of the woman's skirt. Everything warm gathers on the left faces and the wool: the firelight strikes the man's sweater, the woman's tweed shoulder and the child's upturned forehead, every head in the room turned toward Bakugou, while the long shadow of Bakugou's folded arms falls down the plaster wall behind him, and the darkness collects in the corners of the room behind the sofa. The palette is firelight amber, forest green, tartan red and the plain black of Bakugou's clothes. On the mantel, four framed photographs stand in a row and every one of them is of the Scottish family; the fifth frame lies face down. Quietly amused, domestic.
Oct 31, 2026 4:03 PM
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, ash-blonde short spiked hair, red eyes, gray t-shirt, casual clothes, black pants, no gloves, bare hands, sitting, hunched forward, shoulders drawn up, from side, profile, cowboy shot, close-up on face and chest, sneezing, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, runny nose, snot dangling from nose, snot strand, sniffing, exhausted, irritated, furrowed brow, bags under eyes, blush from chafing, frown, messy hair, tissue-less, holding shirt bunched at chest, blowing nose, shirt pressed to nose, loud, veins visible on hand, crumpled fabric, wet patch, indoor, dim room, single window light, cold daylight. The camera sits to his side in a tight three-quarter profile, so his whole face and the gray T-shirt front are readable as one shape. He is perched on the edge of a low bed, knees apart, elbows braced on his thighs, and his back is rounded in a deep slump that the profile makes obvious: his spine curls forward, his chin drops toward his collarbone, and the weight of his head hangs off his neck rather than resting on it. Both hands haul the gray T-shirt up and inward. The fabric is bunched into a hollow cup between his two fists, thumb-side edges pinched, knuckles white, the damp gray cloth pressed up under his nose; his nose is buried in the fold so the bridge disappears into the crease and only the reddened tip shows. His eyes are shut tight, one brow pulled high and the other crushed low, the muscle jumping at his temple, and the snot that has run down his upper lip has soaked an irregular, darker wet patch into the gray cotton, its boundary visible as a ragged tideline across the fold. Fine threads of snot cling from his nostril to the cloth and one thinner strand stretches unbroken out of the fold and hangs in a quiver. His ash-blonde spikes are flatter on one side than the other, greasy at the roots, a few strands stuck to his temple. The room behind him — the flannel of the bed cover compressed where his hip presses down, the crumple of the shirt at his wrists, the sweat-dark folds under his arm — says a few hours of this. A gray daylight comes in level from the window at frame left and lands only on the upper plane of his cheekbone, the raw edge of his nostril, and the crown of the shirt fold, so the wet patch catches a soft sheen while the rest of the shirt falls into a flat shadow that fills the lower half of the frame and the far wall. Cold daylight is the only source; the corners of the room are swallowed in shadow. Ash-blonde, gray and his raw red nose are the whole palette; nothing warm is admitted except the irritation around his eyes and the two red nostrils flaring above the cloth. His left fist stays clenched at the bunched collar edge, thumb braced against the ridge of the fold, and a single muscle in his jaw is set. The mood is frayed and fed up.
Oct 30, 2026 7:22 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, bloodshot eyes, heavy dark bags under eyes, tear tracks, flushed face, red nose, swollen eyelids, crying, wailing, open mouth, ugly crying, tears streaming, hunched over, sitting on floor, from above, dutch angle, looking down at letter, holding letter, old handwritten letters, yellowed paper, stacks of letters, piles of letters on floor, crumpled tissues, lined paper, blowing nose, gripping lined paper to nose, gloves, black pants, shirt, hours of crying, dim room, warm desk lamp light, evening The camera looks down from a steep high angle onto a young man with short spiked blonde hair, slumped on the bare wooden floor of a small dim room, his back against the leg of a low table, one knee drawn up and the other leg folded under him so his weight rides on his right hip. He is caught mid-wail: head tipped back and tilted away from the paper in his left hand, jaw wide open, throat working, one long tear still traveling down the side of his jaw while older tracks have dried shiny on his cheeks. His face is deep red from hairline to neck, his nose raw and swollen, and both eyes are so bloodshot the red drowns most of the iris, lids puffy and rimmed dark from hours of this. The letter in his left hand is held delicately by one corner, gripped through the fabric of his glove so the paper never creases; the writing on it is faded, looping, handwritten in dark ink, an old date at the top, the sheet slightly yellowed and softened at the folds. He is blowing his nose into a folded sheet of fresh white ruled paper held in his right hand pressed over his nose and mouth, the paper crushed inward at the center and darkened wet through in a spreading patch, the ruled lines bending with the crumple. Around him the floor is layered with letters: neat bundles tied with string, loose sheets fanned out, envelopes with old stamps, some stacked in a heap beside his hip, some scattered in a rough arc where he dropped them; a few show the same faded looping handwriting, one lying face down at the edge of the frame. A small waste pile of already-used crumpled tissues and torn page halves sits by his folded knee. The only light is a warm desk lamp out of frame to the upper left; it rakes across the top of his hair and the raised planes of his knuckles, drops his eyes and the underside of his chin into shadow, casts a long soft shadow of his hunched shoulder across the scattered letters, and leaves the far corner of the room beyond the lamp's pool absolutely dark. Palette locked to warm amber lamplight, the cream and pale ochre of aged paper, his black trousers, and the raw reds of his face and eyes against the grey-brown floorboards; his gloves and shirt are the muted cool notes. Detail is spent on the open mouth, the wet crushed paper at his nose, the corner of the old letter held intact, and the pooling lamplight on tears and ink; the distant room stays simple and dim. The ruling: a single wet drop has landed on the floorboard beside his hip, beaded and still, not yet soaked in. Grief-stricken, raw.
Oct 30, 2026 7:00 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, black glove on right hand, left hand bare, leaning over sink, from side, cowboy shot, profile, hunched forward, sneezing, sneeze, wet sneeze, mouth open, scrunched face, runny nose, nasal drip, snot, string of mucus from nose, eyes squeezed shut, arm support on sink rim, both hands braced on sink basin, nose dripping into sink, spraying into sink, blowing nose into gloved hand, honking nose blow, repeated nose blowing, congested, wet, messy, spraying snot, hand to face, glove against nose, then washing hand under faucet, rinsing glove, wiping sink basin, cleaning mucus from sink, water running, tiled bathroom, bathroom mirror, fluorescent light, cold white light, exhausted scowl, irritated, disgusted, fed up, aftercare, small bathroom, intimate scale, exhausted. A profile view, camera set at shoulder height from his left side, showing a young man bent sharply over a white ceramic bathroom sink: Katsuki Bakugou — short, spiked blonde hair damp and matted at the temples, red eyes squeezed shut mid-sneeze, mouth open, a long runny drip and wet spray arcing down from his nose into the basin. Both hands are braced on the sink rim, right hand gloved in black fabric, left hand bare, knuckles pale from the grip. His shoulders are hunched forward, weight shifted onto his elbows, his jaw clenched between sneezes. The sequence is captured as a series of moments: first the wet sneezing fit, the stringy mucus and spray hitting the porcelain in the sink; then the gloved right hand pressed flat over his nose and mouth as he blows with a loud, wet, congested honk, a thick spatter of snot spraying into the basin, repeated again and again, his whole body shuddering; then he turns the faucet handle, cold water gushing, and rinses the black glove under the stream, water and mucus swirling in the drain; finally he uses the side of his bare left hand and a bundle of tissue to wipe the grey-white smear from the sink's inner curve. The setting is a small, cramped domestic bathroom — white square wall tiles, a mirror above the sink reflecting only his shoulder and the back of his head, a toothbrush cup and a hand towel on the counter. Cold, flat white fluorescent light falls from directly above the mirror, casting a hard downward shadow under his eyes and nose, glinting off the wet porcelain and the running water; the room beyond the sink pool sits in dull grey shade. Palette limited to black, off-white, tile grey and cold light, the only warmth in his blonde hair. Background lettering on a small sign stays illegible. Crowded, grossed-out, exhausted.
Oct 30, 2026 6:51 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked hair, short hair, red eyes, school uniform, white shirt, black pants, brown leather gloves, elbow resting on desk, eating, corn dog, cheese dog, holding food, open mouth, biting, hungry, drooling slightly, wide-eyed, furrowed brows, messy hair, classroom, school desk, tray, from below, close-up, comic panel sequence, three panels, wrapper, trash can, throwing, crumpled bag, burp, hand to chest, loud, open mouth burp, leaning back, half-closed eyes, satisfied, after half an hour, motion lines, dutch angle, dramatic lighting A three-panel comic sequence read left to right, drawn from below so the spiked crown of his hair and the hard line of his jaw sit against the ceiling of the classroom, and each beat gets its own frame. Panel one: he is hunched over a scuffed wooden school desk, weight thrown onto his left elbow, right hand wrapped around a cheese dog — a battered golden corn dog on a pale wooden stick, a slick sheen of hot oil on the crust, steam curling off the top and catching the window light — jammed toward his open mouth mid-bite. His brows are crushed down, red eyes gone wide and glaring at the food itself as though it owes him something, a thin thread of saliva at the corner of his lips, a single crumb of fried crust already fallen to the desk. His shirt collar is dragged loose, tie hanging crooked, blazer shoved back over one shoulder. Panel two, marked "half an hour later" in a small handwritten caption block at the top corner: the desk in the same position but littered with the aftermath — crumpled glossy wrapper, an empty paper tray, a scatter of crumbs — and he is caught in a half-turn on his seat, torso twisted to the right, arm cocked and swinging, the balled wrapper leaving his fingers with a blur streak behind it, arcing over the frame toward a blue-tinted classroom trash can in the lower right of the frame, the can open-mouthed and hungry. His teeth are grit on a said-grin, red eyes fixed hard on the can, chin down. Panel three: he has slumped back in the chair, spine against the seat back, one gloved hand flat on his stomach, chest puffed and head tipped back with mouth wide open in a full-throated belch, a jagged burst of lettering "BUOOOOP!" blasting out of his mouth in bold inked capitals, a small satisfied tick-mark smirk settling at the corner of his lips and his eyes gone lazy half-lidded. The classroom behind is a plain Japanese high school room — rows of wooden desks, a blackboard running along the left wall, afternoon sun spilling through tall windows in long bright slabs that cross the floor, the columns of chalk dust and oil vapor turning visible in the light beams. Windows on the left are the only light source; the far right of each panel falls into a soft blue-gray shadow. Palette: warm amber and shaft-of-gold daylight against cool blue-gray shadow, black lines, and the red of his eyes and the blue of the trash can as the two accents; nothing else saturated. Slight paper grain and halftone dots on the panel borders, screentone on the shadow sides. Distant classroom lettering on the blackboard reads as illegible scrawl. Greedy, rowdy, and satisfied.
Oct 30, 2026 6:30 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked hair, short hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, disgust, whining, grimace, furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, clenched teeth, puffed cheeks, full, satiated, holding fork, plate, mushed peas, green food, tossing plate, throwing, from below, dutch angle, kitchen, sink, dynamic pose, gritted teeth, open mouth, half-closed eyes, looking at food, arm up, motion blur, From a low dutch angle that tilts the kitchen counter diagonally across the frame, a single young man with short, aggressively spiked ash-blonde hair and narrow red eyes dominates the foreground — his body twisted away from the camera at the waist, one black-gloved hand still gripping a fork whose tines are loaded with a clump of pale-green mushed peas, and the other hand frozen mid-flick as the empty white ceramic plate sails off his fingertips toward a stainless-steel sink set back against the counter. His black long-sleeved shirt bunches at the elbow of his raised arm, the collar skewed, and his black pants crease at the hip where his weight has shifted fully onto his back leg, front toe barely grazing the floor tile for balance. Across the counter ledge runs the aftermath: a smear of pea purée on the plate's rim, scattered droplets of green on the laminate, a second fork abandoned at an angle. His face sells the taste — nose scrunched hard, both brows crushed low and inward, upper lip peeled back off his teeth in a wet grimace, cheeks puffed as though he refuses to swallow what's already in his mouth, jaw clamped and working. A jagged speech bubble balloons from the corner of his grimace, letters cramped and spiky, reading "This is disgusting! Who eats this?! It tastes like lawn clippings!" — with a smaller, tighter bubble beneath it, "Ugh, I'm so full... never again." His eyes are locked down at the offending fork, not at the camera; the over-the-shoulder twist keeps the throw and the revulsion on the same axis, so the arc of the plate reads as a continuation of his expression. Light comes from a single warm overhead bulb above the counter: it catches the sweat-sheen on his forehead and the wet gloss of the peas, throws a hard-edged shadow of his raised arm up the tiled wall behind him, and leaves the deep corner of the room beyond the sink in cool blue-black darkness. The palette is muted kitchen neutrals — off-white tile, brushed steel, pale green food, his black clothing — lit in a single warm amber pool, so the green of the peas is the only chromatic point of disgust in the frame. A few peas have rolled off the counter's edge and rest at the lip of the sink basin, caught mid-fall in the tilt. The plate is mid-air, not yet landed, spun slightly, its rim catching the bulb's light. Comically disgusted, satisfyingly fed.
Oct 30, 2026 6:22 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, from side, profile, cowboy shot, close-up on face and hands, blowing nose, pinching nose, right hand pinching nose, two tissues, holding tissue to nose, soft tissue, crumpled tissue, stuffy nose, congested, closed eyes, furrowed brow, gritted teeth, wincing, scrunched face, sweatdrop, nose red, irritated, indoor, air conditioner, AC unit, cold air draft, hot summer day outside, bright window, sunlight, standing, leaning slightly forward, shoulders hunched, elbows raised, Seen from a tight right-side profile at chest height, the young man with short, spiky blonde hair leans slightly forward, his weight on his back foot, shoulders hunched up around his ears. His right hand is raised to his face, thumb and index finger pinching his nose shut through a doubled layer of two very soft, plush white tissues that bunch and dimple under the squeeze; the tissues wrap the bridge and the tip of his nose, the paper crushed into a crumpled flower shape around the pinch, a faint damp sheen darkening the fibers where they meet his nostrils. His left hand is out of the way, fingers splayed low near his hip as if bracing against the effort. His eyes are squeezed shut, brows drawn hard down and together, a vertical crease between them, and his mouth is pulled into a grimace behind the tissues, teeth bared with the force of the honk. The profile keeps the whole face readable, and the strain lives in the tightened jaw, the flared nostril not covered by the pinch, the redness along the tip of his nose and the damp shine under his eye. His head is tilted a little down and into the hand. Behind him, the room is a hot, still indoor pocket: a wall-mounted air conditioner on the left blows a thin, visible draft of cold air straight at the back of his head and his ear, ruffling the fine hairs at his nape and lifting a corner of his collar, while a large window on the far right pours in a blazing white afternoon sun. The light through that window is hot and overexposed and lands as a bright rim along his shoulder and the top of his forearm; the AC side of his face is cooler, in a soft blue-grey shade, so one profile is lit warm and the other cool. Outside the glass the street shimmers with heat, and a single fan on a nearby desk turns slowly, its blades the only thing moving besides the draft. In his face and neck the tendons stand out with the effort, and the tissues compress visibly at the pinch point. The palette is the warm white of sun and paper against the cool blue-grey of the conditioned air, with his red eyes the one saturated note. Hot, irritated, and a little ridiculous.
Oct 30, 2026 6:15 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, black tank top, dark jogging pants, bare arms, rain-soaked clothes clinging to skin, damp hair flattened at the nape, flushed nose and cheeks, glassy watery eyes, reddened nostrils, runny nose, congested, miserable expression, scrunched brow, gritted teeth, from below, close-up, cobbled hallway entryway, pile of used crumpled tissues, clean soft tissue in both hands, sneezing into fistful of tissues, caught mid-second sneeze, blowing nose, loud honk, hunched shoulders, one knee bent, weight on left leg, steam of breath, wet rainy afternoon, single window light, rim light, muted palette, cinematic The camera sits low and close, tilted up from below at chest height so the boy fills the frame from the collarbone to the fringe of his spiked blonde hair; he is turned three-quarters to the left of the frame, shoulders hunched forward, chin tucked down toward a fistful of crumpled tissues pressed over his nose and mouth. His weight is carried on his left leg, the right knee bent and turned in, his right heel lifted off the floorboards. Both hands are occupied: the left cupped under the right, fingers buried in a wad of tissues that has already been used and gone soft and translucent, the right knuckles pressed hard against his nostrils as the second sneeze of the fit wracks him, his whole upper body folding a few degrees forward, eyes squeezed shut with the lower lashes wet, brows crushed together, a miserable red flush spreading across the bridge of his nose and up both cheekbones. In the immediate foreground, on the entryway step just inside the door, sits a small mound of spent tissues balled and dropped in a heap, one of them still clinging damply to the edge of the step; a clean, soft, folded tissue crumpled loose in his right hand where it will go next. He has clearly just come in from the rain: dark jogging pants are soaked dark through the knees and cuffs, the black tank top clings and darkens in wet patches across his chest and back, his blonde spikes are damped down and flattened at the nape and one strand is stuck to his forehead, and a fine spatter of rain beads on his bare shoulders. Behind him the narrow entryway is dim, a single tall window at frame left throws cool grey daylight slanting across his jaw and the wet tissue in his hands while the rest of his face stays in damp shadow; beyond the window the street is a soft blur of rain, and a wet umbrella leans against the wall where it has been dumped. The palette is muted wet greys and cold blues broken only by the hot red of his eyes, his flushed nose and the raw pink of the tissue; every upward-facing surface — his shoulders, the umbrella's folds, the step — carries a faint wet sheen. Hunched, sniffing, utterly miserable.
Oct 30, 2026 2:12 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, blowing nose, tissue at nose, holding tissue with both hands, honking nose blow, wet tissue crumpled, congested, miserable expression, teary eyes, watery red-rimmed eyes, furrowed brow, gritted teeth, blush from irritation, runny nose, swollen nose tip, sneezing, mid-sneeze, head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, half-closed eyes, looking down, close-up, from side, profile, cowboy shot, slouched posture, shoulders hunched, sitting on floor, leaning against wall, knees bent, elbows on knees, piled used tissues beside him, tissue box, empty tissue box, scattered crumpled tissues, pollen drifting in air, spring window light, allergy season, blowing nose repeatedly, tired, exhausted, frustrated, A close-up from the side, catching him in profile at the exact hinge between a sneeze and the blow that follows: Katsuki Bakugou sits on the floor with his back braced against a plain wall, knees drawn up and splayed, boots planted, his whole weight sunk into his hips rather than held upright. Both gloved hands clamp a wad of tissue over his nose and mouth, fingers pressed white against the crumple, thumbs denting the paper; his elbows rest on his knees for leverage and his head is tipped forward and slightly away from the lens as he honks into it, cheek hollowed, the tissue distorting around the wet blast while its far edge flutters. His red eyes are squeezed to wet slits, lashes clumped, a sheen of tears on the lower lid and one track already cut down his cheek; his brow is crushed together in a deep furrow, the bridge of his nose rubbed raw and pink above the tissue, and the corner of his grimacing mouth pulls down hard around the effort. Blonde spiked hair stands up in unruly sweat-damp tufts, the front spikes flattened and displaced by half an hour of this, a few strands stuck to his temple. Around his hip and thigh a drift of used tissues has accumulated -- a dozen or more, some balled hard, some torn, one dangling off his knee -- and beside his boot the tissue box sits nearly empty, its last sheet pulled halfway out. The light comes in low from a window at frame left, cool spring daylight, striking the side of his face and the wet shine at his nose while the wall behind him falls into soft shadow and the used tissues cast tiny individual shadows on the floorboards. Palette limited to the warm blonde of his hair, the black of his shirt and pants, and the bleached white of tissue against a muted grey-green room, with the angry pink of his nose and eyes as the only other colour. Through the window light a fine dust of pollen drifts visibly in the air, the pale specks catching the beam and settling on the tissue pile. Exhausted, wretched.
Oct 30, 2026 2:06 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou_katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, hunched forward, shoulders drawn up, head tilted down, eyes squeezed shut mid-sneeze, open mouth, nose dripping, wet nose, flushed nose, flushed cheeks, dark circles under eyes, tired eyes, irritated, scowl, clenched teeth, sweat drop, shivering, hoodie, long sleeves, white t-shirt held up in both hands, crumpled cloth, tissue substitute, holding cloth to face, nose blowing, blowing nose, from side, cowboy shot, close-up, indoor, bedroom, dim lighting, cold blue palette, disheveled, A side-on cowboy shot of a single young man with short, sharply spiked blonde hair, seen from his left profile in a cramped bedroom, caught at the moment he presses a crumpled white T-shirt over his nose and mouth with both hands. His head is tipped down and forward, chin tucked toward his chest, the white cotton bunched in his fists so only his closed, swollen-lidded red eyes and a sliver of flushed cheek show above the cloth; his shoulders are hunched high so the collar of a loose grey hoodie rides up behind his neck, and he stands off-square, weight sunk into his back foot, one knee bent as if he has been standing there too long. His nose is raw and red at the tip and nostril from hours of this, both nostrils visible glistening before the cloth seals them, and a damp patch is already soaking through the fabric where it touches him. Both hands grip the shirt hard — knuckles pale, sleeves pushed to the forearm, the cloth compressing in a fist-shaped fold on either side of his face — and the hem of the shirt hangs down past his chin, crumpled and used. Behind him a rumpled unmade bed with a tangled duvet, a used tissue-littered nightstand with one small table lamp and a box of tissues, and a curtained window frame the left edge of the composition; the lamp on the nightstand is the only light source, spilling warm-bodied but weak light from behind his shoulder, which throws the side of his face facing us into shadow and lights only the damp shine on the white cloth and the edge of his nose. His spiked hair is flattened and dulled on one side from lying down, and loose strands stick to the temple with sweat; a faint shiver is visible in the raised hair at the back of his neck. The palette is narrowed to three values — cold blue-grey shadow across the hoodie and room, warm sickly amber from the single lamp, and the flat sterile white of the T-shirt, the brightest object in the frame. The whole image is closed at the torso, the bed cropped behind his hips, and the darkness beyond the lamp's small pool is absolute. Miserable and irritated.
Oct 30, 2026 1:57 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki, kirishima_eijiro 2 boys, two-shot, from side, close-up, ash blonde spiked hair, red eyes, Katsuki Bakugou, sneezing, eyes squeezed shut, brows drawn tight, mouth open mid-achoo, head snapped back, shoulders hunched up, spiked ash-blonde hair jolted forward, red-haired boy, red spiked hair, sharp teeth, grinning, Eijiro Kirishima, holding camera, camera in right hand raised near his own shoulder, outstretched left arm, index finger extended toward the other boy's nose, fingertip brushing the tip of the nose, tickling nose, black shirt, black pants, bare hands on the tickling hand, gloves on the sneezing boy's hands, black pants, shirt, standing close, leaning in, looking at another, side-by-side, indoor room, plain wall, daylight from a window on the left, no text Side view, camera at chest height, both boys cut at mid-thigh: the ash-blonde boy on the left, the red-haired boy on the right, shoulder to shoulder and turned three-quarters toward each other so the frame catches both profiles at once. The blonde's head is thrown back and tipped slightly away from the tickling hand, chin up, one nostril crushed in a building sneeze, the other nostril flaring, upper lip lifted off his teeth, a fine shiver running through his jaw; his weight has rocked onto his back foot, front knee bent and toe pressed to the floor, both gloved hands clenched into fists at his sides, one fist half-lifted and shaking, elbows locked. The red-haired boy leans in from the right with his weight on his front foot, right arm bent to hold the small black camera up near his own shoulder, fingers curled around its grip and the lens barrel pointed loosely at the floor, his left arm stretched across the gap, index finger extended and its tip resting just under the blonde's nose, pressing a slow wiggling stroke against the nostril rim. His head is tilted toward the blonde, red eyes flicked sideways to watch the reaction, a wide sharp-toothed grin pulling one cheek up, one brow arched high; the blonde's red eyes are screwed shut, lashes wet at the corners, and a second sneeze is already loading in the hunch of his shoulders. Their shoulders almost touch; the camera sits in the negative space between them, its strap looping down across the red-haired boy's black shirt. The room behind them is bare and shallow, a plain grey-white wall with a single dark socket plate and the soft edge of a window frame out of focus, a scuffed pale floor running to the bottom of the frame. Daylight enters low from the left window, cool and flat, lighting the left side of the blonde's face and throat and the knuckles of the tickling hand, leaving the right side of both boys in soft grey shade with a short shadow smeared on the wall behind their shoulders; the camera body throws its own small shadow across the red-haired boy's shirt. Palette held to black clothing, pale skin, ash-blonde and vivid red hair, the grey wall and the muted daylight, nothing else admitted except the tiny sweep of light along the camera's lens ring and the glint on the wet rim of the blonde's eye. A single hair of the tickling fingertip bends where it meets the nostril, the only thing in the frame that shows the pressure. Bright, explosive, teasing.
Oct 30, 2026 1:50 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo#Eijiro Kirishima
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, black gloves, black pants, shirt, bathroom, from side, close-up, profile, severe cold, runny nose, nose drip, mucus, congested, miserable, furrowed brows, gritted teeth, wincing, eyes squeezed, picking nose, finger in nose, gloved finger, hand to nose, pinching nose, blowing nose, nose blow, gloved right hand cupped at nose, hunched shoulders, leaning over sink, one hand braced on sink edge, looking down, tired eyes, half-closed eyes, white tiled bathroom, mirror, harsh fluorescent light, sterile palette, steam, damp, morning light From the side in a tight close-up, seen in profile against a white-tiled bathroom wall, a short-spiked blond young man with red eyes leans his weight forward onto his left hand, palm flat against the wet porcelain rim of the sink, his right hip against the counter edge and his left foot taking all his weight while the right toes trail behind. His shoulders are hunched up around his ears; his chest is collapsed forward over the basin. He has a severe cold that has caught up with him: the nostrils and the whole underside of his nose are raw and flushed, the tip glistening, and a fresh thread of clear mucus runs from the nostril down over his upper lip, catching the light, mid-drip. His brow is knotted low and hard over his eyes, both eyes squeezed half shut and watering at the outer corners; his mouth is pulled back in a grimace, teeth bared, the lower lip chapped. His nostrils are pinched shut between the thumb and the side of the index finger of his black-gloved right hand, the glove's fabric creased tight where it presses the septum; the cupped palm of that same glove is clamped over his mouth and nose to catch the blow, the leather darkening and shining where the wet has already soaked in. Beside the already-reddened nose, one gloved finger of his left hand is still hooked just inside the left nostril, the knuckle bent, the fingertip buried — the pick he was in the middle of, caught before he switched to blowing. The glove's wrist cuff sits snug on his forearm, its back-of-hand panel taut over the tendons. The cold bathroom light comes from a single strip of fluorescent tube above the mirror off-frame, cool and greenish; it glints on the wet nose tip and the soaked patch of the glove, throws a hard little shadow from his jaw onto the tiles, and leaves the corner behind him dim. A faint fog of his own breath and the damp air shows on the mirror glass to his left. Palette: cold white tile and grout lines, cool grey shadow, hospital green-blue cast, warm pink-red on the chapped nose and around the eyes. Everything focuses on the clench of the gloved hand at the nose, the runnel of mucus, and the miserable knot of his brow. Miserable, gross, comic.
Oct 30, 2026 1:42 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, hunched over, kneeling on bathroom floor, back turned to camera, from behind, over-shoulder composition, severe stomachache, clutching abdomen, screaming, wailing, mouth open, gritted teeth, sweat, tears streaming, sleepless night, dark bags under eyes, exhausted, burping out a ton of vomit, projectile vomit, vomit in toilet bowl, bare torso, black pants, barefoot, tile floor, bathroom setting, toilet, toilet paper roll, blowing nose into huge pile of toilet paper, crumpled toilet paper, holding tissue to nose, congested, miserable, drained expression, no tears left, shoulders slumped, cold fluorescent light, night, quiet despair The camera sits behind and slightly above him in a cramped tiled bathroom, his bare back and shoulders filling the left two-thirds of the frame while the toilet and its splattered bowl occupy the lower right midground; his spiked blond hair is matted flat with sweat on one side, and the black pants ride low on his hips as he kneels with his weight pitched forward on both knees, one hand clamped hard across his own abdomen and the other braced white-knuckled on the toilet rim. His head is thrown back mid-wail, jaw wide, a string of vomit arcing down from his mouth into the bowl with droplets caught on the porcelain rim and a few beaded on the far side of the seat from the force of the burp. Hours later the same view holds him slumped but upright on his knees, shoulders caved, head bowed forward and pressed into a wadded mountain of toilet paper clutched to his nose, eyes half-lidded and rimmed red and dry with no tears left, cheeks hollowed and grey, and the crumpled paper peeling apart damply between his fingers. Fluorescent light comes from a single fixture above and in front of him, cold and greenish-white, throwing a hard shadow of his shoulders down over the bowl and leaving the far corner of the small room in darkness; the only warm colour in the whole frame is the raw red of his eyes and ears. Cool blue-grey tile, bone-white porcelain, black cloth, and his flushed skin define the palette, with the vomit reading a desaturated yellow-tan against the white. Wetness is everywhere the light catches it -- the sheen on the rim, the mist of fine spray around the tissue, sweat beads rolling down the curve of his spine. Utterly spent, quietly wretched.
Oct 30, 2026 1:33 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, black pants, black shirt, bare feet, bathroom, tiled bathroom floor, kneeling on floor, hunched forward, one hand clutching stomach, other hand pressed to tile, crying, streaming tears, wailing, open mouth, screaming, wordless holler, closed eyes, scrunched face, grimace of pain, stomachache, vomit on floor, vomit puddle, saliva trail from mouth, runny nose, tissue at nose, blowing nose, exhausted, drained expression, half-closed eyes, red-rimmed puffy eyes, dark circles, sweat, trembling, from above, high angle, dutch angle, close-up, dim bathroom light, night The camera looks steeply down from above and slightly to the side, tilted a few degrees off level, so the small tiled bathroom floor fills most of the frame and the figure crouched on it is compressed, foreshortened, his hunched back and the crown of his spiked blond head nearest the lens while his face tips up toward it. He is down on both knees on the pale tiles, weight sagged onto his heels, thighs folded under him; his left hand is jammed hard into his belly, fingers dug in through the black shirt fabric, knuckles pale, and his right arm is braced straight, palm flat on the tile in front of him taking his weight. Between the braced hand and his knees spreads a glossy pool of vomit, wet and yellow-flecked, its edge creeping along the grout seams and pooling deepest in the shallow dips of the tile, a thin string of it still hanging from his lower lip. He is caught in the middle of one of the hollers: mouth torn wide open, jaw thrust forward, no words in it, tongue visible, throat working; tears stream down both cheeks and off his chin, and his eyes are squeezed shut and swollen, lids puffy and blood-red at the rims, a smear of snot shining under his nose. His brow is crushed down and his face is blotchy and wet all over, breath ragged. In his right hand, half-crumpled against his nose, is a wad of toilet paper already soaked through, caught just after a honk, his nostrils flared and his cheeks still compressed with the effort; two more sodden crumpled wads lie on the floor beside his knee. His spiked hair is flattened on one side and stuck to his damp forehead. Cold overhead bathroom light comes from a single fixture above and behind the camera, so his cast shadow falls forward and short across the tiles, the vomit pool catching a hot highlight on its crown and a second blurred reflection of the bulb; the corners of the room beyond him sink into grey darkness. Palette is clinical bathroom white and grey tile against the warm blond of his hair, the raw red of his eyes and nose, and the wet ochre of the mess, nothing else admitted. Hours of it are legible in the crumpled tissues, the dried white rings higher up the tile where earlier puddles evaporated, and the way his body has stopped fighting and simply sagged. Wretched, spent.
Oct 30, 2026 1:26 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, baby, bakugou katsuki, ash blonde spiky hair, red eyes, infant proportions, chubby cheeks, wailing, crying, streaming tears, snot bubbles, runny nose, open mouth, distressed expression, colic pain, pained frown, furrowed brows, flushed face, exhausted, miserable, dark circles under eyes, pajamas, bare feet, night, dark room, dim lamp light, blowing nose, holding toilet paper to nose, pile of crumpled toilet paper, tissue box, sitting on floor, leaning back against bed, closed eyes, about to fall asleep, sprawled, from above, close-up, dutch angle, warm dim lamplight, melancholic tender, seen from above and slightly off-axis, an ash-blonde spiky-haired baby with red eyes sits slumped on a wooden floor at the foot of a low bed, night pressing in on every side. his head is thrown back mid-wail, mouth wide open, tears streaking both plump cheeks and a pair of glossy snot bubbles swelling and trembling at his nostrils; his small chest heaves, fists balled and pressed against his belly where the colic cramps knot it. the bed behind him is rumpled and unslept-in, sheets kicked back, a clock on the nightstand reading an hour long past midnight. his gaze is not on the viewer but flung upward and away, unfocused, the way a baby cries at nobody in particular. then the same figure in the final moment of the night: still cross-legged on the floor, one hand mashing a wad of toilet paper to his reddened nose, the other resting on a knee, shoulders hunched forward with exhaustion, a crumpled mountain of used tissue heaped beside him and a torn box tipped on its side. his eyes are half-lidded, glassy, about to close; his lips are slack, the wail spent. the only light is a small warm lamp on the nightstand, its pool falling across the baby's face and the tissue pile while the rest of the nursery sinks into near-blackness, and every upward-facing surface -- the lamp shade, the bed's headboard, the peak of the tissue heap -- catches the faintest rim of that warm glow. a single-source glow makes his flushed cheeks and wet tears glisten and lays long soft shadows behind the heap. muted nursery palette of warm ochre, faded teal, and dusty rose against deep shadow; soft cel-shaded lines with quiet grain. tender, worn-out and small.
Oct 30, 2026 1:31 AM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiky ash-blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, from side, profile, cowboy shot, coughing, hand covering mouth, scrunched eye, allergic rhinitis, runny nose, red nose, nose drip, blush, irritated watery eyes, thick fluffy white towel, both hands holding towel, blowing nose into towel, towel pressed to face, puffed cheeks, exhaling hard, congested, wet honk, leaning forward, shoulders hunched, head tilt, one eye closed, open mouth, throat rasp, hand at throat, narrowed eyes, indoor, bathroom, mirror, warm light Seen in a three-quarter side profile from slightly below, shoulders squared toward the right of the frame, the young man stands hunched in a cramped tiled bathroom, weight sunk into his back heel and his front foot planted to brace himself against the coughing fit that doubles him over. His ash-blonde hair stands in unruly spikes that tremble with every convulsion, and his red eyes are squeezed shut above a nose gone raw and glistening red from nonstop allergies, a visible drip catching light at the tip and a wet streak darkening the corner of his mouth. One gloved hand is clamped over his mouth as his chest jerks, the other hovering near his throat, knuckles hovering as the itch climbs. The fogged mirror behind him returns a soft, distorted double of his back and the towel, giving the narrow space a doubled, breathless depth. A few minutes later the same shot holds him with both gloved hands pressing a fat white fluffy towel over his whole lower face; the fabric bunches and caves under the force of a loud wet congested honk, and the muffled blast pushes out his cheeks beneath it. The towel's nap sags in the middle with damp, catching the light, and his closed eyes water and clench with the effort. Then, towel falling loose to one hand, he rasps a thin breath through his teeth, chin tipped up, one hand massaging the base of his throat to fight the itch, lips parted and trembling on the exhale. Warm overhead light from a bare bulb strikes the right side of his face and the towel, leaving deep shadows under his brows and against the tiled wall, and the moisture in the air puckers the bathroom tiles into soft sheen. The palette is tiled white and warm grey, black clothing, skin flushed pink across the nose and cheeks, and the towel a clean cream. Raw, uncomfortable.
Oct 30, 2026 1:24 AM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, ash blonde spiked hair, red eyes, short hair, black pants, dark shirt, gloves, bathroom stall, public restroom, enclosed stall, metal partition walls, tile floor, sitting on closed toilet lid, hunched forward, both hands gripping own hair, pulling hair, elbows up, head down, eyes squeezed shut, crying, tears streaming, open mouth, wailing, screaming, wordless holler, bared teeth, strained neck tendons, panic attack, trembling, sweat drops, from above, high angle, close-up, cramped framing, dim overhead fluorescent light, tissue to nose, blowing nose, holding soft crumpled tissue, both hands, red nose, congested, teary eyes, half-closed eyes, exhausted relief, slumped shoulders, hours later, single stall composition The camera looks down from above the stall doorway, high and close, so the metal partition walls and the grimy tile floor fence him into a tight vertical box. Bakugou sits forward on the closed toilet lid with his knees together and his boots flat, the whole line of his back bowed over them; both gloved hands are buried in his ash-blonde spikes, knuckles white, elbows flared up on either side of his head, and strands of hair are pulled taut and torn loose between his fingers. His head is forced down so the crown of his spiked hair points at the lens; the face below is crushed into the wail -- eyes screwed shut behind wet lashes, mouth wide on a wordless holler, jaw shaking, teeth showing, the tendons of his neck standing out, tears cutting two shiny tracks down his cheeks and a few drops already on the dark shirt at his collar. His shoulders heave; sweat beads at his temple and along his hairline. Above and around him, the pale green-grey metal partitions rise off the tile, the ceiling fluorescent flooding everything from straight overhead in cold flat light, throwing a hard shadow of his hunched shoulders onto the floor between his boots and leaving the corners of the stall dim. Palette stays in institutional cold greens and greys with his ash-blonde hair and dark shirt as the only mass; the tears and the wet shine at his nose catch the overhead tube. A long diagonal streak of moisture and a crumpled tissue sit on the tile by his boot, the one trace of the hours that pass. Then the second time read, caught at the same stall hours later, the panic drained out of him: from the same high, tight angle he is slumped back onto the closed lid, back against the partition, shoulders dropped and loose, head tilted up and back so the ceiling light lands along his wet cheek. Both hands -- no gloves now, bare, water still beaded on them -- hold a soft crumpled tissue pressed to his reddened nose and the swollen rims of his nostrils as he blows; his eyes are half-shut and unfocused, lashes still wet, the taut strain gone from the neck, a small open relief in the set of his brow. A bold comic sound effect "honk" sits right at the tissue and his nose, thick rounded letters with a little spray of drip marks, weighted to the crumple of the tissue. His nose is red and raw, a shine of damp along the tissue's edge, and an exhausted softness has replaced the terror. The overhead fluorescent still floods the stall from above in cold green-grey; the rest of the palette stays in the same institutional tile and metal, with the ash-blonde spikes now flat and sweaty against his forehead. Quiet, miserable relief.
Oct 29, 2026 10:17 PM
#My Hero Academia#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: midoriya_izuku 1boy, solo, izuku midoriya, green curly hair, green eyes, freckles, short hair, bathroom, panic attack, crying, wailing, shrieking, open mouth, tears streaming, distress, hands in own hair, pulling hair, gripping green curls, hunched over, shoulders drawn up, from side, cowboy shot, tile wall, mirror, sink, fluffy towel, blowing nose into towel, towel pressed to face, loud wet congested honk, miserable, hours later, puffy red eyes, snot, wet cheeks, dim bathroom light, cold green-white palette A single figure seen from the side, cropped at the knees, stands hunched over a bathroom sink in a narrow tiled room: Izuku Midoriya, a short, slight teenage boy with a mop of tight green curls and wet green eyes, both hands buried in his own hair, fingers hooked into the green curls and tugging them askew, elbows out, spine curved forward so his shoulders bunch up toward his ears, knees slightly bent, weight tipped onto his toes against the sink edge. His mouth is torn wide open mid-wail, jaw strained, a thin string of tears cutting down each cheek, brows crushed together, and the wail and the shriek leave him in the same held breath, so the tiles around him carry the sound. A cold fluorescent tube above the mirror is the only light: it strikes hard on the crown of his head and the ridge of his nose, leaves the back of his neck and the hollows under his eyes in shadow, and throws a long wobbling shadow of his hunched shoulders across the far wall. The mirror behind him doubles the back of his head and the trembling line of his spine, its reflection softer and dimmer than the boy himself. Palette: cold green-white tile, the green of his curls and eyes, the pale grey of his shirt, nothing warm anywhere. Then the same boy hours later, lower in the frame, eyes swollen nearly shut and rimmed red, nose raw and shiny, the green curls flattened and damp at the temples, a thick fluffy pale towel bunched in both hands and clamped over his nose and mouth; he leans his whole upper body into it, shoulders lifting with the effort, and the congested honk is muffled dead by the pile of terry cloth, the towel's loops visibly crushed and darkened where his breath soaks through it. Steam-fogged mirror, a crumpled tissue box on the sink edge, water beaded on the porcelain. The light is unchanged and colder now against his blotched face. Sour, wrung-out misery.
Oct 29, 2026 9:14 PM
#My Hero Academia#Izuku Midoriya
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