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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, kneeling, hunched over, hands gripping toilet bowl rim, cough-gagging, vomiting, clear mucus, flushed face, teary eyes, exhausted, severe allergy symptoms, irritated tickling throat, black pants, dark shirt, bare hands, no gloves, bathroom, from above, dutch angle, wet tiles, harsh fluorescent light, blurry background, kneeling on tiled floor, profile, leaning against wall, exhausted, blowing nose, paper towels, large pile of fluffy paper towels, flushing toilet, wet congested honk, dripping faucet, exhausted after vomiting, arms braced, head tilted back, tunnel vision composition, shallow depth of field, gritty realism, tense, gross-out. A Dutch-tilted view from above and slightly behind, angled down into a cramped narrow bathroom where the ceiling presses close and the walls are grimy with age. In the foreground, one young man with short, spiked blonde hair, red-rimmed eyes, and a pale, flushed face kneels on the cold, wet tiled floor, his knees pressed hard against the porcelain base of the toilet. He is hunched forward, both hands gripping the rim of the toilet bowl, knuckles white with effort, his shoulders drawn up tight around his ears. His head hangs low over the bowl, mouth open in a wet cough-gag, a thin strand of clear mucus trailing from his lips down toward the water. His face is slick with sweat, eyes squeezed half-shut and streaming tears from the strain. His other hand is braced flat against the wall beside him, fingers splayed wide as if holding himself up. On the floor nearby, a massive pile of crumpled, fluffy white paper towels is heaped and spilling out of the frame. Behind him, the toilet tank is visible with its lid slightly askew, the water inside the bowl still swirling faintly as it flushes. The bathroom is dim and dirty, lit by a single bare fluorescent bulb overhead that throws harsh, ugly light down onto the scene. The walls are off-white and grimy with water stains and faint cracks. The tile floor is wet in patches from splashes, and a small puddle of clear fluid has pooled near his knee. To the right, a plain white sink stands with a dripping faucet, the steady plink of water echoing in the small space. The mirror above the sink is fogged and streaked. Overhead, the ceiling has a patch of peeling paint and a faint dark stain. The lighting is cold, flattening the shadows and making everything look slightly unreal and sickly. Hours later, the same young man is now seen leaning heavily against the wall beside the toilet, his body angled away from the bowl. His posture is slack, exhausted, one shoulder pressed flat against the grimy tiles, his head tilted back and resting against the wall. His eyes are half-closed, red-rimmed and watery, with dark circles beneath them. His face is still pale and slick with sweat, his nose red and raw. In his hands, he holds a huge wad of fluffy white paper towels, crushed and crumpled around his nose and mouth. He is captured at the exact moment of blowing his nose — a loud, wet, congested honk — his cheeks puffing out slightly and his eyes screwing shut with the effort. A few drops of moisture fly from the paper towels. Beside him on the floor, the massive pile of used paper towels is even larger now, spilling across the tiles and mixing with the earlier puddle. The toilet has been flushed, the water in the bowl still and clear. The same harsh fluorescent light beats down from overhead, casting hard shadows under his eyes and nose, and the dripping faucet continues its steady rhythm in the background. The overall mood is grim, wet, and suffocatingly intimate.
Nov 7, 2026 5:12 PM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiky ash-blonde hair, red eyes, blowing nose, holding brown paper towels to nose, paper towel pressed over nose, eyes squeezed shut, brow furrowed, mouth open in a strained honk, cheeks flushed, sick, congested, weak, runny nose, slight nosebleed, small trickle of blood at nostril, damp paper towel, crumpled brown paper towel, both hands up, elbows lifted, hunched shoulders, head tilted back slightly, from side, profile, cowboy shot, looking to the side, indoor, plain wall background, gloves off, black shirt, black pants, leaning forward, half-closed eyes, tired, afternoon light Seen from the side in a tight cowboy shot, one young man stands alone against a plain, unremarkable interior wall, caught at the exact peak of a hard, honking blow. His short, spiky ash-blonde hair juts up in stiff points, and his red eyes are squeezed shut, brow pulled into a deep furrow, nostrils flaring around the pressure, cheeks pink and feverish with congestion. Both hands are up, elbows lifted and hunched, pressing a wad of brown paper towels flat over his nose and mouth; his fingers curl into the damp, crumpled tissue, one edge crushed against the knuckle and the rest bunching under the force of the breath. His head is tilted back slightly, jaw set, a strained open-mouthed grimace behind the paper, the hollows of his cheeks drawn in from the effort. A thin, single trickle of blood creeps from one nostril where the tissue meets skin, small and bright, no more than a bead that barely reaches the corner of his mouth. He leans forward a little, weight on the front foot, shoulders rounded, the posture of someone weak and worn down by a cold—sick, achy, tired. His black shirt hangs loose at the collar, sleeves pushed back; black pants. Bare hands, no gloves. The light comes from a window off to the left, cool and flat, throwing a soft shadow of his bent head and lifted elbows onto the wall behind him, and the crumpled paper towels catch a faint sheen where they are wet. Muted, dry palette: the dull tan of the paper towels, the pale wall, the blonde of his hair, one hot red accent at the nostril. Quiet, miserable, tenderly unglamorous.
Nov 7, 2026 5:06 PM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou_katsuki, blonde hair, spiked hair, short hair, red eyes, glare, angry, sweat, runny nose, nose drip, towel, white towel, holding towel, towel on nose, rubbing nose, asthma attack, labored breathing, open mouth, panting, heaving chest, hunched over, asthma inhaler, holding inhaler, inhaler in hand, finger on canister, pumping inhaler, two pumps, blowing nose, blowing nose into towel, nose blow, closed eyes, squeezed eyes, grimace, wince, black shirt, black pants, gloves, kneeling, one knee up, arm support, from side, profile, close-up, cowboy shot, indoor, dim room, cool palette, dramatic lighting The shot is a tight cowboy-shot close-up from the side, the camera slightly below chest height so the figure's hunched, folded-over posture dominates the frame. One boy fills the image: a short, spiky-haired blond teenager with red eyes, kneeling on a bare wooden floor with his right knee up and his left leg folded back under him, weight pitched forward onto the ball of his right foot, torso curled in toward his lap so his shoulders round up around his ears. His black shirt is dark with sweat at the collar and the small of his back; black pants creased at the knees; fingerless gloves on both hands. In profile from his right, his jaw hangs open, his chest heaves visibly, and his eyes are squeezed shut in a grimace with a deep crease between the brows. Two stage props lock the action into a readable sequence along the right arm. In his right hand, held low near his sternum so he can see the counter window, is a blue asthma inhaler, thumb and forefinger clamped around the canister, a small actuator counter at the top clipped to "2". On the same counter surface, a damp white towel is bunched in his left fist — and it is pressed flat over his nose and mouth, his red-rimmed nostrils leaking a glossy clear drip that runs down the bridge and blots into the terrycloth. His right elbow is bent tight to his ribs from the two pumps he just took. His left arm crosses his face, the towel crushed against his nose as he blows: cheeks ballooned, mouth wide behind the cloth, the towel trembling and bulging around the blast of air, its damp patch darkening outward from the center. A strand of spit and clear mucus clings at the towel's lower edge and stretches as it pulls away. His entire body jerks with the honk — shoulders up, spine bowed, one fist white around the canister. The setting is a bare, dim interior: a plain wooden floor, a low wall of pale paneling behind him, no furnishings besides a small side table with a box of tissues and a glass of water. Light comes from a single high, cool window off the left edge of frame, striking his right shoulder, cheekbone, the towel's upper folds and the silver inhaler; everything below his ribs falls into a soft grey-blue shadow, and the towel throws a ragged shadow across his own chest. Palette is restrained: cool grey-blue air, warm blond hair, red eyes, the white towel as the brightest surface, and the inhaler's single saturated blue as the only strong color accent. Detail budget goes to his strained throat and flushed face, the crumpled wet towel, the counter window, and the contact of his finger on the canister. Slightly grainy, low-saturation, hard side lighting, unglamorous. Miserable.
Nov 7, 2026 5:02 PM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, fingerless gloves, wet sneezing fit, sneeze, open mouth, squeezed eyes, scrunched nose, nose drip, congested, miserable, blowing nose, nose blow, tissue, paper towels, pile of crumpled paper towels, champagne bottle, empty bottle, holding bottle, from side, cowboy shot, dutch angle, indoor, sofa, hunched forward, shoulders raised, elbows out, motion lines, comic sneeze emphasis, blush, tear at eye corner, huffing, disheveled, comedic intensity A vertical cowboy shot from a low three-quarter side angle, tilted into a slight dutch angle, catches the young man mid-blast: spiked ash-blonde hair sticking out in every direction, red eyes screwed shut, scrunched nose fierce and red, cheeks blotched, mouth thrown open around the sneeze. He is bent forward on a low sofa, one knee up, his whole torso folded over; the heel of his left hand grinds a wad of paper towels against his nose while his right hand still hooks the neck of the champagne bottle, its label peeling, only a thin residue at the bottom. Around him a heap of crumpled paper towels spills off the cushion and onto the floor, some damp and translucent, some not yet used. On the low table, the empty green bottle leans, reflecting a small crescent of light. His eyebrows peak in the middle, lashes wet with tears, jaw tight and lower lip quivering as he fights the tickle. A tiny white spark of spray catches the light near his fingers. Staging: claustrophobic interior at night, a warm table lamp as the single source from frame-left, throwing his shadow big on the back wall; the room beyond the lamp pool sinks dark. Palette: the ash-blonde hair, the black clothing, paper white as the loudest value, and a sickly champagne gold on the bottle and the damp blotches. Physical tell: the paper towels crumple inward where pressure and moisture meet his hands, one sheet half-stuck to his knuckle. Congested, wretched, and comic all at once.
Nov 7, 2026 12:36 AM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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1boy, solo, male, short curly green hair, large green eyes, freckles, from below, close-up, dutch angle, head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, sneezing, open mouth, mid-sneeze, three sneezes, frantic sneezing, drunk, drunkard, blush, flushed face, teary eyes, watery eyes, allergic reaction, sneeze, hives, red nose, runny nose, congested, miserable, grimacing, furrowed brow, blowing nose, holding paper towel, paper towel to nose, nose blow, wet tissue, messy, wine bottle, empty bottle, green glass wine bottle, tilting bottle, drooping shoulders, hunched over, wrinkled shirt, open collar, sweat, trembling, dark circles, comic misery, comedic, exaggerated expression, vertical composition, dim warm interior, cluttered desk, discarded crumpled tissues, single light source, harsh overhead lamp, Close-up from below in a slight dutch tilt: seen low and up the length of his face, a lone young man is caught at the peak of his third sneeze — head thrown back so the whole line of his throat and the underside of his jaw are exposed, chin lifted, nostrils flared and raw, upper lip peeled back off his teeth, mouth wide open in a wet gasp, eyes crushed shut with tears leaking from the corners and cutting bright tracks down cheeks already blotched pink and swollen by the allergy. Short curly green hair is mussed and sticking up at the crown, a few curls plastered to his damp forehead with a faint sheen of sweat; his whole face above the eyes is a flushed, feverish red, and a scatter of fine raised hives sits along one cheekbone and the side of his neck. His shoulders are hunched and drawn forward around his own chest, the collar of a creased pale shirt hanging open and damp at the throat, one hand fisted at his sternum and the other clamped around a crumpled paper towel pressed hard to the underside of his nose, fingertips denting the paper, knuckles pale. On the desk edge entering the bottom left of frame, the empty green glass wine bottle has tipped over on its side and rolled a shallow arc, the last streak of wine running from its mouth along a seam in the wood; a drift of balled-up, sodden paper towels surrounds it, one hanging off the edge. A moment of stillness reads through the blur: this is the paper towel now at his face, and the picture holds him a half-second after the third sneeze, at his lowest — the single overhead lamp is the only light source, raking down from above so the hollows under his eyes, under his nose and beneath his chin go deep and dark while the wet rim of his nostrils, the tears and the damp patches on the towel catch a hard hot highlight; beyond the lamp's pool the room falls off into absolute dark. Palette reduced to green — hair, bottle, the sick flush of one cheek — against the amber-warm lamp and the greys of his flesh and shirt. The sneeze has unsettled the loose curls at his temple and the fine strands fall forward over his brow. Utterly miserable, faintly comic.
Nov 6, 2026 6:47 PM
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, no gloves, bare hands, sitting on living room sofa, leaning back, head thrown back, mid-sneeze, sneezing, "ACHOO!!" x3, closed eyes, squeezed-shut eyes, red nose, nose irritated, flushed face, blush, drunken blush, half-closed eyes, irritated, scowl, gritted teeth, allergies acting up, towel, holding towel, rubbing nose, rubbing face with towel, elbows up, beer can, empty beer cans, several beer cans on low table, spilled beer, looking to the side, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, dim warm lamp light, night, messy living room, comedic, fed up, The view is a low, tilted dutch angle from below, a cowboy shot framing him from knees to above the head as he sprawls back into the sagging cushions of a worn dark-green sofa in a small living room at night. His weight is dropped onto his right hip and the sofa's right armrest, one leg stretched out along the seat and the other planted flat on the floor, knee fallen outward; his shoulders are slumped low into the backrest in the loose, unguarded way of someone who has had far too much beer. A black shirt hangs half-untucked over black pants, sleeves shoved to the elbows, both hands bare — nothing on his palms or wrists — the left hand loosely pinching the rim of a half-crushed beer can that tilts over his thigh, a thread of spilled beer running off the can's lip and down along the seam of the sofa cushion to darken the fabric beneath his hip. His head is thrown back hard against the top of the backrest, chin up, throat exposed, eyes squeezed shut into tight creases, mouth torn wide open mid-sneeze, and a second sneeze already building in the flare of his nostrils and the crumple of his brow — the spray of each burst visible as a faint scatter of fine droplets in the lamp's low beam, and three quick puffs of dust and lint lifted off the sofa's back cushion marking the three in a row. His nose is deep, raw red across the bridge and the tip, the rims of his nostrils chapped and shiny; a hot pink flush sits high on both cheeks and across the tips of his ears, his eyelids heavy and glossy and half-lidded in a drunk, wilting way even between the sneezes. Blonde hair, short and spiked, is knocked out of shape at the back where it grinds against the cushion and sticks up in tufts at the crown. The next moment his right hand has wadded a rough grey hand towel and he drives it up under his nose, grinding it hard left and right across the bridge, knuckles jammed in, elbow lifted high and shoulder hunched up around it — the towel crumpling into folds around his nose and dragging one cheek sideways with the force. Above the towel his brows are pulled down into a scowl, one eye cracked open in a narrow, watering, sideways glare aimed past the sofa toward the far corner of the room where the dust and the pollen are coming from, teeth bared in a grimace. The empty cans on the low table in the foreground — four of them, one knocked on its side and still weeping a slow ring of beer onto the wood — sit between the camera and him, large and out of focus, catching the lamp's highlights. The room around him is closed and domestic: a low wooden coffee table cluttered with cans, a crumpled crisp packet and a remote, the blurred edge of a television cabinet at the right of frame, a curtained window at the back, and a single warm table lamp behind his left shoulder as the only light source — it rims the top of his hair and the lifted edge of the towel in hot orange, throws his enormous shadow up the wall behind the sofa, and leaves the far corners of the room in brown, near-absolute darkness. Palette of beer-can silver and red, worn dark green upholstery, warm amber lamplight and the raw red of his nose and cheeks, nothing cleaner or cooler admitted. Matte, slightly grainy cel-shaded illustration with soft airbrushed blush and hard cartoon impact lines radiating from the sneeze. Grimy, fed-up comedy.
Nov 6, 2026 6:41 PM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Izuku Midoriya#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: midoriya_izuku 1boy, solo, midoriya_izuku, short green hair, green eyes, messy hair, freckles, green bodysuit, white gloves, indoors, room, sitting on bed, hunched forward, shoulders shaking, wailing loudly, crying for hours, streaming tears, cheeks flushed, eyes squeezed shut, snot bubble, snot bubbles popping from nose, runny nose, tissue at nose, blowing nose, both hands gripping tissue over nose, repeated nose-blowing, crumpled tissues scattered on blanket, pile of used tissues on nightstand, from above, close-up, dutch angle, looking down, exhausted, miserable, From a high, tilted angle looking down at the bed, one young man sits hunched forward on a rumpled blanket, his whole body folded around the effort of crying. His short green hair is a mess, flattened on one side from the pillow; his face is blotchy red and wet, tears streaming down both cheeks and dripping off his chin, green eyes squeezed shut into swollen crescents. A pair of snot bubbles swell from his nostrils, translucent and wobbling, one visibly bursting into a thin film as he wails, mouth pulled wide and open. Both hands, in white gloves, are clamped around a crumpled tissue pressed to his nose as he blows again, fingers white at the knuckles, the tissue deforming under the pressure — a hard, wet, congested honk implied by the sharp jut of his chin and the flare of his nostrils. The blanket under him is compressed into a hollow where he has sat for hours, and a heap of used tissues has built up on the nightstand beside him, one knocked to the floor. The only light is a bedside lamp at the left edge of frame, warm and low, throwing his long shadow up the wall behind him and leaving the far side of the room in darkness; the lamp is the only light source, and beyond its pool the shadows are absolute. Palette is the warm ochre of the lamp, the cold grey-blue of the unlit room, and the pale green of his suit against humid, mottled skin. Exhausted and wrung out, tenderly pathetic.
Nov 6, 2026 5:08 PM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Izuku Midoriya#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 below, close-up, dutch angle, head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open mid-sneeze, nose red, itchy nose, scrunched nose, blush across nose bridge, paper towel pressed to nose and mouth, both hands holding paper towel, multiple sneezes, sneezing, hunching shoulders, flower petals drifting, pollen motes in air, flowers in foreground, bouquet of flowers, nose blowing, congested, wet tissue, teary eyes, furrowed brow, grimacing, looking down, indoor, warm light, Low dutch-angle close-up from below, tilted up at his face so the ceiling recedes behind him and the flower arrangement crowds the lower left of the frame: a blonde young man with short spiked hair and red eyes, shoulders drawn up hard toward his ears mid-sneeze as his head snaps back. He holds a crumpled white paper towel in both gloved hands, pressed flush over his nose and mouth, the fabric dented and damp where the last sneeze caught it; a second and third sneeze follow so his whole upper body jolts forward and back in a quick stutter, eyes squeezed to slits, brow furrowed, breath huffing through the towel. His nose and the bridge above it are flushed a raw angry red, the skin around the nostrils chafed and glistening, and a wide pink flush spreads across his cheeks from the itch; tears bead at the outer corners of his eyes and catch the light. Then the sneezes give way — he drags a breath, pinches the towel over his nose with both gloved hands and blows in one loud, wet, congested honk, cheeks puffing, the towel ballooning and darkening with moisture, the sound visibly racking his shoulders. The flowers sit low in the left foreground — fat open blooms on stems, a bouquet he has been leaning into all day — with pollen dust hanging in the air as pale motes and a few loose petals drifting down past his elbow; a faint dusting of pollen clings to the towel's edge and to the fabric of his sleeve. The room falls away behind him in soft warm shadow, a single warm light from the upper right striking the side of his face and the damp shine of his nose, leaving the left half of his face and the far corner in deep dark; his cast shadow pools under his chin onto his collar. Palette holds to warm golds and deep blacks off skin and cloth, the white paper towel as the brightest note, and the flowers' pinks and greens as the only cool relief. The last sneeze should leave the towel visibly indented and wet, the pollen still swirling in the warm light. Miserable, comic.
Nov 6, 2026 4:31 PM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: suzuki_masaru, bakugou_masaru, bakugou_mitsuki 2girls, 1boy, bakugou_mitsuki, bakugou_masaru, short hair, blonde hair, spiked hair, red eyes, spiky bangs framing her face, ash-blonde spikes swept back and up, mature woman, slim build, black sleeveless top, bare shoulders, thin layered necklace, small ring on her right hand, black skirt, bare arms, sneezing, sneeze, "hah-choo", eyes squeezed shut, head snapped forward and down, hand raised near her mouth, forearm across her lower face, tissues balled in her other fist, reddened nose, watering eyes, cheeks flushed, pollen, dust motes in the air, sunlight through a window, short hair, spiked hair, short blonde hair, brown hair tint, red eyes, glasses, tall lean man, dark shirt, long sleeves rolled to the elbow, open jacket at the chest, measuring tape draped around his neck, pins held between his lips, crouched over a worktable, tailor's dress form, half-finished dress, floral fabric, sewing machine, scissors, chalk marks, focused, looking down at his work, oblivious, indoor, tailoring workshop, wooden worktable, fabric bolts stacked against the wall, warm afternoon light, dust in the sunbeam, close-up on faces not centered, from side, from above, depth of field, dutch angle, mid-shot From a slightly high three-quarter angle looking down into a sunlit tailoring workshop, two figures share the frame but not the moment. In the left foreground, an ash-blonde woman with short spiked hair swept back off her forehead, red eyes and flushed cheeks is caught mid-sneeze, her head snapped forward and down, both eyes squeezed shut, her raised forearm across her lower face while the other hand crumples a tissue against her nose; a faint scatter of dust and pollen drifts in the shaft of warm afternoon light that falls between them, and a second loose tissue sits in her palm, the sneeze caught on the first of the four. To the right, deeper in the room and slightly out of focus, a tall lean man with short spiked blonde hair and a brown tint, red eyes behind glasses, wears a dark long-sleeved shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbow and an open jacket, a measuring tape slung around his neck and pins held between his lips; he crouches low over a wide wooden worktable, one hand steadying a half-finished floral dress on the padded dress form, the other hand guiding a seam, chalk marks and a pair of scissors beside him, his gaze fixed down on the stitching, brow drawn in concentration, entirely unaware of the sneeze behind him. The dress form stands between the two of them as a quiet divider, its fabric catching the light the same as her shoulder. Warm golden light enters from a window at the upper left, laying a bright rectangle across the worktable and the dress, leaving the back shelves of stacked fabric bolts in soft shadow. The palette is warm and domestic -- honeyed sunlight, ash blonde, floral pastels of the dress, dark tailoring cloth -- and the mood is quietly comic and absorbed.
Nov 6, 2026 12:58 AM
#Blue Oak#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki, koga_mitsuki, bakugou_mitsuki 2girls, 1boy, mother and son, child, toddler, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black sleeveless shirt, black pants, bare arms, lying on back, eyes closed, sleeping, pacifier in mouth, pacifier, tear tracks, dried tears, wet eyelashes, puffy red eyes, single mother, adult woman, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, standing over him, leaning forward, hand in another's hair, stroking hair, fingers combing through hair, singing, open mouth, closed eyes, gentle expression, from above, high angle, bird's eye view, looking down, night, dark room, single light source, warm lamp light, side lighting, intimate, bed, pillow, blanket, clutched blanket, hand gripping blanket edge, half-closed eyes, from above, close-up, warm yellow palette, tender Seen from above and slightly behind the mother's shoulder, the small boy lies flat on his back on a low bed, his head on a wrinkled off-white pillow, the blanket pulled to his collarbone and bunched under his chin. His short spiked blonde hair is flattened at the back where it presses the pillow, and Mitsuki's right hand sits in it, her fingers spread and halfway drawn through the spikes, lifting one tuft; her palm rests against his crown and her wrist bends so her knuckles touch the pillow. His eyes are shut, the lids puffed and faintly glossy from long crying, and a pale dried track of tears crosses each cheek from the outer corner down to the jaw, the skin there tacky and the eyelashes stuck in wet points. A pale-blue ringed pacifier sits between his lips, the mouth working it in one slow rhythm, a little thread of saliva at the corner of his mouth under the shield. His nearer hand is outside the blanket, small fist closed on the folded edge of the blanket at his chest, thumb pressed into the seam. Mitsuki stands bent over him at the bedside, her weight forward on the balls of her feet, shoulders lowered, her other forearm braced on the mattress edge so her hip is against the frame; her face is tipped down toward his and her mouth is open mid-phrase, her eyes half-closed above him, her own crushed spikes of blonde hair falling forward off her brow and her dark shirt hanging loose in the crook of her leaning body. A single small warm lamp sits on a nightstand to the left of frame, the only light source: it grazes the left side of his forehead and the ridges of the blanket while the right side of his face and the far wall sink into deep brown shadow, and both their shadows stretch long across the mattress away from the lamp, hers crossing his. Palette is locked to warm amber lamp light, the yellow-blonde of their hair, the bone white of the pillow and the worn blue of the blanket, everything else falling back into brown-black. The sheet dips under his shoulder blade and the pillow's curve pushes up around the crown of his head; the pacifier moves shallowly with the breath that slows in his chest. Tender, quiet.
Nov 6, 2026 12:54 AM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, bare hands, black pants, barefoot, bathroom, standing at sink, hunched over, shoulders shaking, crying, tears streaming, wailing, mouth wide open, ugly crying, scrunched brow, red swollen eyes, nose red, snot, blowing nose, holding brown paper towels to nose, honk, congested, exhausted, drained expression, tossing paper towels, trash can, open lid, used crumpled paper towels, wet paper towels, clenching teeth, from side, cowboy shot, warm light Seen from the side in a cramped domestic bathroom, the blonde young man with short spiked hair and red eyes stands hunched at a white porcelain sink, his weight shifted onto his left hip, his right foot planted flat, toes gripping the cold tile floor. His left hand presses a wad of rough brown paper towels hard against his nose and mouth, the paper crushed and darkly damp in patches; his right hand hangs at his thigh, fingers still curled from a fresh grip, and just beyond his knuckles the pedal-bin's lid stands open, a heap of crumpled, wet brown paper towels already inside it. His head tilts down and forward over the sink, chin tucked toward his chest, and his eyes, puffy and red-rimmed with the whites flushed pink, stare down at the drain rather than at the towels or the bin. Tears shine on his cheek, one drop caught at the jawline, and his bare shoulders shake under the loose shirt he has on, the collar dark with moisture at the neck. The only light comes from the ceiling bulb above and slightly behind his head — it makes a hard bright rim on the ridge of his spiked hair and along the top edge of the open bin lid, leaves the front of his face in a soft, grainy half-shadow, and throws his sharp shadow across the tiles toward the bottom of the frame. Cold white grout lines, a pale chipped sink basin, a mirror edge just cropped at the top of the shot, and one crumpled brown towel lying half in, half out of the bin at his hip complete the tight enclosure; the palette is white, grimy off-white, dull black and the pale tan of wet paper, warm gold only in the highlights of his hair. Drained, tender, unbearably human.
Nov 6, 2026 12:50 AM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki, midoriya_izuku two boys, 2boys, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, short hair, spiked blonde hair, red eyes, green hair, green eyes, green bodysuit, white gloves, black pants, black shirt, comfort, hugging, one boy holding another, rubbing back, rubbing soothing circles on back, singing, mouth open, singing to another, crying, wailing, streaming tears, tears, heartbreak, open mouth, closed eyes, anguished expression, angry crying, comforted, hand on another's back, arms around another, indoor, night, close-up, cowboy shot, from side, profile, dutch angle, warm dim lighting, lamplight, quiet tenderness Seen in a tight side-profile cowboy shot, tilted a few degrees off level, Izuku sits crumpled on the floor of a dim dorm room with his back bowed and his green-haired head dropped forward, shoulders heaved up around his ears while his whole frame shakes — his face is turned three-quarters toward the camera, eyes squeezed shut and streaming, one green eye cracked open under a furrowed anguished brow as an angry cry unspools into a full open-mouthed wail, hands balled into white-gloved fists against the floor. Katsuki is crouched beside and slightly behind him, one knee down, his black-shirted shoulder turned toward the lens and his spiked blonde hair catching the low warm lamp from the left. His right arm is wrapped across Izuku's back, green glove splayed flat between the shoulder blades, fingers curled and slowly tracing small soothing circles through the green bodysuit fabric; his other hand grips Izuku's far shoulder to steady him. Katsuki's head is dipped close to Izuku's ear, red eyes open and looking down at the side of Izuku's face, mouth open mid-phrase in a low sung murmur — a small crooked speech bubble near his chin carries the line "大丈夫だ、俺がいる" in rounded hand-lettered Japanese. The room is dark beyond a single warm desk lamp whose pool of light falls across the two of them from the left, leaving the corners in deep shadow; the floorboards and a fallen jacket under Izuku's knee ground the scene. Palette: moss green and warm ochre against near-black shadow. A single tear has rolled down and darkened a small patch on Izuku's collar, wet fabric catching the lamplight. Quiet, aching tenderness.
Nov 6, 2026 12:19 AM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Izuku Midoriya#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki, midoriya_izuku 2boys, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, hug, crying, angry tears, tears streaming down face, gritted teeth, furrowed brows, clenched jaw, eyes squeezed shut, emotional, comfort, mutual comfort, sharing pain, tense embrace, gripping fabric, from side, profile, close-up, cowboy shot, upper bodies, shoulders, green hair, short hair, messy green hair, green eyes, freckles, blonde hair, spiked hair, ash blonde hair, red eyes, gloves, green bodysuit, white gloves, black pants, black shirt, clenched hands, trembling, snot, wet cheeks, wrinkled brows, glaring through tears, intense expressions, desperate hold, head pressed against shoulder, fingers digging into back, arms wrapped tight, inhale, quivering lip, A tight side-profile close-up, both boys seen from the chest up in a narrow frame that keeps their faces pressed close and angled toward each other. Katsuki Bakugou stands on the left, Izuku Midoriya on the right, and Katsuki has thrown both arms fully around Izuku, one forearm clamped across Izuku's upper back, the other hand fisted into the fabric of Izuku's green bodysuit at the shoulder blade, knuckles whitening as the glove creases. Izuku's arms wrap just as hard around Katsuki's ribs, one white-gloved hand dug in beneath the other boy's shoulder, the other gripping the back of Katsuki's black shirt and dragging the cloth into folds. Their bodies are pressed sternum to sternum, chests heaving against each other, shoulders hunched inward around the embrace. Katsuki's face is turned inward against Izuku's neck, his spiked ash-blonde hair crushed flat where it meets Izuku's jaw and swung to one side, his red eyes wrenched open and glaring furiously through the tears that cut down his cheeks, brows crushed down into a deep angry V, teeth bared in a snarling gritted grimace, jaw muscles corded. Izuku's chin hooks over Katsuki's shoulder, his green eyes wide and streaming, freckled cheeks blotched red, his brow furrowed in the same furious knot, lower lip quivering and pulled back off his teeth, nose running, wet tracks running down his jaw and soaking into Katsuki's collar. Hot tears slide from both faces and land on fabric: a droplet caught mid-fall from Izuku's chin onto Katsuki's shoulder; dark wet patches spreading across the shirt and the green suit where their cheeks are pressed. Their gazes do not meet the viewer; each boy's eyes are fixed past the other's head, locked on nothing, in the direction of the pain they are finally discharging. Neither has turned away. Light comes from a single hard source high and slightly behind them, rimming the tops of their heads and the raised hair spikes in cold white, leaving their faces in deep shadow that catches only the wet highlights along the tear tracks and the clenched knuckles. The background is a seamless, completely empty dark field with no furniture, no location and no horizon, the darkness saturating to near-black at the frame edges so only the two of them are lit. Palette is restricted to Izuku's green, Katsuki's ash-blonde and black, the white of the gloves, and the raw red around both sets of eyes. Tender and furious at once.
Nov 5, 2026 11:59 PM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Izuku Midoriya#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki, midoriya_izuku 2boys, midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, short green hair, green eyes, freckles, crying, angry, angry tears, streaming tears, tear streaks on cheeks, clenched teeth, open mouth, shouting, furious expression, green bodysuit, white gloves, katsuki bakugou, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, from side, profile, dutch angle, close-up, two-shot, grabbing another's wrists, holding wrists, gripping wrists, restraining, izuku swinging a fist, punch, arm outstretched, reaching toward the other, leaning forward, teeth bared, brow furrowed, narrowed eyes, looking at another, gentle grip on bakugou's face, calm expression, serious, lowered brow, steady gaze, indoor, hallway, after school, afternoon light, sunlight from a window, dust motes, dramatic shadows, clenched fists, taut arms, tension, emotional, intense A dutch-angled side close-up of two boys locked together at arm's length, the camera tilted so the ground runs diagonally and the taller blond fills the right of the frame while the shorter green-haired boy drives in from the left. The green-haired boy — short messy green hair, green eyes, freckles scattered across his cheeks — has his whole body thrown forward onto the ball of his front foot, back heel lifted, and both fists clenched as he swings one arm up and in; his eyes are squeezed half-shut behind a flood of angry tears that stream from the lower lids and cut shining wet lines down both cheeks to his jaw, his teeth are bared, his mouth is open mid-shout, and his brows are crushed together in fury. The blond boy — short spiked ash-blond hair, red eyes — stands his ground with his weight settled on his back foot and both gloved hands clamped hard around the green-haired boy's wrists, stopping the swing an inch from his own chest; his fingers wrap the thin wrists with the thumbs pressed over the inside of each, so the skin around the grip dimples and the sleeves of the green bodysuit bunch at the squeeze. His head is tilted slightly down toward the other boy, his brow heavy but his mouth closed and set, his red eyes fixed steadily on the green-haired boy's face — not flinching, not shouting back — and the tension reads in the corded tendons of his forearms and the way his shoulders are squared and still while the other boy's shoulders heave. Sweat beads at the blond's temple; the green-haired boy's white gloves are twisted and creased from the force of the grip, and loose strands of his hair are flung across his forehead from the lunge. Behind them the hallway stretches in soft focus — a row of windows along the left wall, pale afternoon sun slanting in low and striking the blond's cheek and the wet tracks on the green-haired boy's face while the corridor beyond them falls into cool grey shadow; the light throws the two joined silhouettes onto the floor tiles in a long tilted shape. Palette held to the green of the bodysuit, the black of the shirt and pants, the white of the gloves and the warm blond and pale grey of the sunlit hall. Dust drifts in the light. Raw and tense.
Nov 5, 2026 11:54 PM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Izuku Midoriya#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, wailing, crying, tears of joy, crying for hours, eyes swollen, red-rimmed eyes, tear tracks, wet cheeks, open mouth, screaming, wordless shout, head thrown back, arms raised, fists clenched, exhausted, but happy, wobbly smile, blush, blowing nose, nose blow, crumpled tissue, holding tissue to nose, hunched over, shoulders shaking, from above, dutch angle, cowboy shot, indoors, late afternoon, window light, exhausted happy mood The camera looks down from above at a steep angle tilted slightly off level, so the single figure is seen from the crown of his head downward, framed in a cowboy shot with the floor taking up the lower third of the frame. The man is the only person in the shot: he is alone in a narrow room with bare walls, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall and his knees loosely bent. His short, spiked blonde hair is flattened on one side where it has pressed against the wall, and several strands stick to his damp temples. His red eyes are swollen and red-rimmed with hours of weeping, and the skin around them is puffy; two clean tear tracks run down each cheek to his jaw. He has been crying with joy for so long that the joy has worn his body down to exhaustion. His head is thrown back against the wall, his mouth wide open in a wordless shout aimed at the ceiling — not at any person, because nobody is there — and his voice has clearly gone rough. Both arms are up, elbows bent, hands clenched loosely near his shoulders, as though he is too tired to hold them any higher. The pose is caught halfway through the shout. His right hand drops from the shout. He is folding a crumpled, wet tissue in his fingers and pressing it to his nose; his forearms bracket his face, his chin dips toward his chest, and his shoulders curl inward as he honks wetly and loudly into the tissue. His whole upper body is hunched forward as he blows, and then he sags back against the wall. One corner of his mouth still lifts in a wobbly, exhausted smile; a hot blush spreads across his cheeks above the tear tracks. His gaze is turned up and away from the viewer toward the high corner of the ceiling. The light comes from a single window off frame to the left, low and warm in late afternoon. It strikes the left side of his face, his shoulder, and the top of his bent knee; the right side of his face falls into shadow, and a firm cast shadow stretches across the floorboards to his right. The tissue and the tear wetness at his nostrils catch the light. The palette is limited to warm ochre window light, the charcoal black of his shirt and pants, the pale washed floor, and the rawness of red around his eyes and nose. The texture is a soft cel-shaded rendering with clean linework and restrained grain. The air is heavy, intimate, and quietly cathartic.
Nov 5, 2026 10:21 PM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked hair, short hair, red eyes, angry red eyes, misery, closed one eye, tear, sweat drop, snot, messy, wet hair, hunched over, leaning forward, shoulders raised, kneeling, upper body close-up, from above, from side, dutch angle, holding tissue, tissue to nose, blowing nose, pinched nose, crumpled tissue, bare hands, gloved hands, black shirt, no sleeves, black pants, open mouth, grimace, blush, snot bubble, sneeze, ahoge bounce, Shot from a high three-quarter angle above and slightly to his side, a single figure -- a young man with short, spiked-up blonde hair and red eyes -- hunched forward in a low crouch, both knees bent under him, weight pitched onto his back foot so his whole upper body juts toward the frame. He is caught in the loud, tiny, squeaking mid-exhale of a sneeze on the third rapid burst: chin tucked, nose pinched, eyes squeezed shut, one brow crushed down in a scowl of pure misery. A gooey strand of snot hangs from his nostril and clings across his upper lip and cheek, and fresh bright smears bloom over the black sleeveless shirt stretched tight across his chest and across the bare flesh of his forearms. His hands are bare and his knuckles pinch a crumpled wad of tissue hard against his nostrils, already soaked, clinging to the sides of his nose and the tips of his fingers. Then his face wrenches harder: a loud, wet, congested honk blasts out as he bears down into the tissue, eyes snapping shut and nose scrunching and one tear leaking out from the corner of his eye. Around the tissue's edge the fabric of it bulges and deforms from the force of the blow. The scene is set against a plain blurred interior wall in cool grey with a low lamplight raking in from the upper left, so the shadow of his bowed head and hunched shoulders stretches across the floor in the opposite direction. The tissue and its wet halo shine a pale highlight, and the air around it seems dense and damp with each shivering sneeze. The palette is limited to the cold grey of the room, the red of his eyes and flushed cheeks, the warm pink splotch of wet tissue, and the black of his clothing. Everything in the frame exists to serve that one sneeze-blasted, congested, aching moment.
Nov 5, 2026 10:13 PM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short hair, spiked hair, ash blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, fingerless gloves, holding drumsticks, two drumsticks, cowbell, percussion instrument, playing cowbell, mid-strike, airport interior, empty airport, no people, unpopulated terminal, puerto rican airport, tropical daylight, large windows, tiled floor, metal bench seating, rolling suitcase, latin music, closed eyes, grin, teeth, sweat, dynamic pose, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, foreshortening, warm palette, high contrast, tense joyful energy Low-angle dutch shot tilts the whole terminal, and Katsuki Bakugou leans into it alone: a compact, wiry young man with spiked ash-blonde hair and red eyes, seen from below and slightly to his left, cowboy-shot framing cutting him at mid-thigh so the ceiling and the tilted window wall lean over him. He stands with his weight riding the ball of his left foot and his right heel lifted off the tile, spine arched back, shoulders thrown open, chin up — caught in the middle of a strike. His right arm whips down and across, right drumstick contacting the cowbell square on its top lip; his left arm is already lifted and cocked above his shoulder with the second drumstick reversed in his fist, elbow high, ready to come down on the next beat. The cowbell hangs from a strap looped over the fingers of his right hand and its mouth gapes toward the camera; both drumstick tips are visibly contacting or about to contact the metal, no gap left for the model to lose them. His fingerless gloves are worn pale at the knuckles, sweat darkens the black shirt at the collar and under the arms, and the hem of the shirt has ridden up off his black pants on one side from the twist in his torso. His head is turned three-quarters to his left and tilted back, eyes squeezed shut in a full-body grin, both rows of teeth showing, one bead of sweat running down his temple into his sideburn. He is listening to a Latin song that exists only in his head and in the room — nothing in the frame holds a speaker. The setting is the interior of a Puerto Rican airport terminal, and it is completely empty: no other travelers, no staff, no one at the gates, every seat vacant. Rows of connected metal bench seats recede behind him and to his right, their hard plastic shells catching light, and a single abandoned rolling suitcase stands upright beside one row, handle still extended, the only other object in the hall. Polished terrazzo tile runs away from his feet toward a row of tall windows with white mullions; beyond the glass, the stacked shapes of palm crowns and a flat tropical sky blur out of focus. Overhead signage is present only as soft glowing rectangles, deliberately illegible, and a gate marker reads as a pale smeared shape — no readable lettering anywhere in the frame. Light pours in from the windows on his left in a single dominant source: hot, low-latitude, slightly golden daylight that strikes the left side of his face, his left forearm, the lift of the cowbell's metal and the top of the suitcase, while the right side of his body and the undersides of the benches sink into cool grey shadow. His shadow is thrown long and hard across the tile to the right, and because he is twisting while he strikes, the cowbell's own silhouette is smeared and doubled at the edge of the shadow — the one place where the motion becomes visible. Dust motes drift in the window shafts; the terminal's emptiness is total and positive, with the hallway stretching away visibly unused. The palette is warm and limited: hot ochre and sun-bleached cream in the light, deep charcoal and cool blue-grey in the shadows, the cowbell's dull steel, and the red of his eyes as the one saturated accent in an otherwise sun-faded room. Medium: crisp cel-shaded anime rendering, clean hard-edged shadows, flat bright planes of colour with a slight airbrushed gradient in the sky beyond the glass. Volume and detail are spent on his face, the two contact points of the drumsticks, the tension in his forearms, and the flare of sweat on black fabric; the empty seating and the distant windows are simplified into blocks of tone. Loud, exultant, and totally alone.
Nov 5, 2026 8:51 PM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, from below, close-up, cowboy shot, head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, watering eyes, nose very red, stuffy nose, runny nose, scrunched nose, open mouth, sneezing, mid-sneeze, two sneezes, spray, both hands holding fluffy white towel to face, blowing nose, towel pressed to nose, hunched shoulders, elbows drawn in, wet patch on towel, indoor, warm dim room, side lighting, allergy season, messy The camera sits low and slightly to his left, looking up from below at a tight cowboy shot, so his hunched shoulders and his red face fill the upper frame against the ceiling's dark wash. He is caught in the second sneeze: head snapped back and down again, chin near his chest, spine curled, weight rocked onto his back foot with the front heel just lifting off the floorboards; his eyes are squeezed shut with the lashes wet and one tear track cutting down the outside of his left cheek; his nose and the rims of his nostrils are flushed a raw, angry red, chapped and shining, and the sneeze has left a fine wet spatter clinging to the back of his glove and to the hair at his temple. A moment of the scene is layered over the sneeze itself in the same frame, as if the picture holds both beats at once: his two black-gloved hands are clamped around a thick fluffy white towel, bunched and pressed hard over his nose and mouth, the fabric crushed in around his knuckles, and the towel's plush pile is already damp through at the centre with a spreading darker patch where the congestion has soaked it — the honk of it read in the deep compression of the cloth and the flare of his nostrils behind it. Short spiked blonde hair is pushed out of shape by the sneeze, a few spikes flopped and stuck to his forehead with damp; a black shirt collar rides up at his neck, gloves creased and gripped tight, black pants bunched at the knees. The room behind him is a plain warm indoor interior — a wall, a doorframe edge, a sliver of shelf — kept soft and out of focus, and a single warm lamp on the left is the only light source, raking across the left side of his face, kindling the red of his nose and the wet shine on his cheek, while the right side of his face and the far wall drop into brown shadow and his cast shadow climbs the wall behind him. The palette is held to warm brown and amber room tones, the black of his clothes and gloves, and the raw red of his nose as the one hot accent, white towel the brightest shape in frame. Texture reads in the towel's deep plush and its soaked weight, the tacky sheen on his skin, and the crisp spikes of his hair, all rendered crisply against the softened background. Awkward, helpless, comically miserable.
Nov 5, 2026 2:46 AM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked hair, red eyes, short hair, black pants, shirt, gloves, in bathroom, wailing, crying, tears, joyful crying, open mouth, screaming, happy, snot bubbles, nose bubble, two-panel comic, panel 1 energetic, panel 2 hours later, exhausted, dark circles, light smile, blowing nose, tissue, hunched over, sitting on floor, bathroom tile, sink, mirror, from below, from side, comic panel border, speech bubble, sound effects, wet honk, "HONK", warm palette, steam. Two stacked comic panels share one bathroom: white square tiles with grey grout, a sink at the left edge of each panel, a mirror above it, and steam hanging in the upper air. In the top panel the camera looks up from a low angle at Bakugou as he throws his head back over the sink, spiked blonde hair plastered damp against his forehead, red eyes squeezed shut at the corners with tears running down both cheeks, mouth wide open in a full-bellied joyful wail. A translucent snot bubble swells fat from one nostril and a second smaller bubble bursts in a tiny spray at the tip of his nose; his shoulders are up, one gloved hand braced against the sink rim, the other flung out to the side, knuckles white with the force of the shout. A jagged speech bubble at the upper left reads "WAAAAAHHH!!" in thick wobbling letters, and above his nose small taut lettering reads "pop!" tilted with the bubble's burst. In the bottom panel, hours later, the same bathroom has gone dim and the steam thinned; the sink edge is cluttered with a crumpled heap of used tissues. Bakugou sits slumped on the floor with his back against the tiled wall, knees up, black pants wrinkled, shirt half untucked, gloves still on. His shoulders sag, deep dark smudges sit under half-lidded red eyes, and a small tired closed-lip smile pulls at one corner of his mouth as he pinches a tissue to his nose with both hands and honks. A long trailing lettering "HONNNNK" stretches jagged and wet across the panel beside his head, and a bubble reads a low "hhh…" beneath it. Gaze drops toward the tissue, not the viewer. Cool blue-grey tile shadow in the bottom panel against warm flesh tones; the overhead bulb is the only light source, glossy highlights on the wet sink and dull ones on the crumpled tissues. Palette leans on blonde hair, red eyes and white ceramic. Steam curls only where warm air meets the cool mirror. Tender, silly, worn-out happy.
Nov 5, 2026 2:42 AM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, sitting on toilet, sitting, forward lean, elbows on thighs, hunched shoulders, lower body clothed, black pants, pants on, fully dressed lower half, knees apart, bare forearms, no gloves, hands holding bunched brown paper towels, both hands pressed to nose and mouth, brown paper towels, many crumpled brown paper towels, used paper towels, crumpled paper wads at his feet, sneezing, mid-sneeze, scrunched nose, squeezed-shut eyes, tears at eye corners, watering eyes, flushed red nose, red nose tip, blush across cheeks, open mouth, gritted teeth, grimace, annoyed, irritated, pout, raised eyebrow, furrowed brow, from side, profile, cowboy shot, bathroom, tiled bathroom, indoor, harsh ceiling light, cold fluorescent light, steam, closed bathroom door, toilet tank, toilet bowl, clenched thighs, leaning forward, wet paper towels, allergy, // the frame is a tight side profile, cowboy shot, cut just below his knees; the lens sits at seated eye level and slightly to his left, so the toilet bowl fills the lower-right corner and the tiled wall recedes behind him. He is hunched forward over his own lap, thighs together and knees pressed inward, hips planted on the seat lid behind him, both heels hooked down to the tile floor; his black pants are pulled up and fastened, the fabric wrinkling at the hip crease and drawn taut across his bent knees. Both hands are clamped in front of his face, pressing a thick wad of brown paper towels -- far too much of it, a whole fistful of coarse institutional sheets, still folded in overlapping layers -- across his nose and upper lip, the paper dimpling around his fingertips. The wad muffles a huge, wet, congested honk that visibly buckles his shoulders, and the same moment catches a tiny aftershock sneeze: his nose is chafed raw and red beneath the paper edge, his right eye screwed shut while the left squints half-open, lashes clumped and wet at the corner, a single slow tear tracked down his cheek and along his jaw. A half-dozen already-used brown paper wads lie crushed on the floor between his feet, the nearest one splayed open and darker where it soaked through. Above him, a mirror-less tiled wall; behind him, the toilet tank with a small crumpled towel on the lid. The only light source is the bare bathroom fixture overhead, throwing cold white light down the crown of his head and the tops of his shoulders, sharpening the spikes of his hair into three distinct points, catching the wet gleam of his nose and the paper's coarse tooth, and dropping a hard shadow of his bowed head onto his own chest and forearms; beyond the light's reach toward the door the tiles fall into a flat grey dim. Palette restrained to cold white tile, brown kraft paper, and the feverish red of his nose, cheeks and eyes, with his black pants anchoring the bottom third. The paper towels sag under their own wetness at the center of the wad, the outer sheets still dry and holding shape -- a small single-variable truth that tells how much he has already used. Miserable, comic.
Nov 4, 2026 2:50 AM
#Kahramanlık Akademim#Katsuki Bakugo
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