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@kirishima eijirou he frowned upon hearing the other's words. he didn't recognize him? the guy who had been his first and only best friend had no idea who he was? if this was a joke, it was a pretty ty one. ignoring the obvious disgust in the other's reaction, he took a step closer, trying to figure out what was happening. he still had all of his memories upon arriving in this strange world so why was kirishima different?

"oi ,, you don't remember me? it's me- bakugo. yOU STUPID HARDHEAD IT'S ME." his hands clutched the other's arms, shaking him as he yelled, as if the violent movements would rattle up the other's brain and spark a memory.

@bakugo katsuki Panic streaked his eyes when he heard a growl. That voice.. does he know this man? It sounded so familiar, it was kinda creepy if he was being honest. He couldn’t pinpoint it. Kirishima’s grip released immediately, apologizing profusely, and bowing for his mistake. Dummy! How could he be so careless? “S-Sorry, man! I thought…” Calling him trash would be pretty rude, so he just zipped his lip and shone the light in the blonde’s face to make sure he just wasn’t seeing things.

Nope. A man. About his age, maybe? He looked ed, if Kirishima was being honest... Dirty, torn clothes... And- Eyes widen and he covered his nose, backing away a few steps. When was the last time he brushed his teeth! The redhead thought he was going to pass out. “I--I don’t know how you know my name, man, but you can’t just sleep there! Did you get locked out of your house or somethin’?”

@kirishima eijirou somehow, he had managed to drift off to sleep despite the annoying discomfort of the stupid wooden bench. just how many old s had sat here during the day? he tried not to think about it, knowing he would need proper rest to function during the day. for the first time in a long time, the boy managed to be swept off into a dream, one where life was normal. he was back home, fighting a load of villains, being praised for the hero he was. it was all so nice-- until life woke him up.

"ow wHAT THE HELL?" he snapped, practically falling off the bench from the rude awakening. murder evident in his eyes, he whipped his head around in determination to destroy the er before freezing at the sight of who stood in front of him. "k- kirishima?"

@bakugo katsuki With the summer sun long set, the nightly breeze consumed Kirishima’s body. When he saw on his phone in the morning, he almost couldn’t believe it. He never knew it could drop so many degrees as soon as it got dark outside. Fingers clutched his frat jacket close to his body as he moved quicker. Home. Keep his head down. Mind his business. This wasn’t the best neighborhood, so it was best if he just pushed along.

But… something caught his eye. Who leaves trash on a public bench? His crimson eyes roll, and he thought about just walking alone, but no, that’s gross! Something overtook him, he flicked the light on his phone and searched for the handle. Oh, there it is! His fingers hook onto a tuff of yellow hair and he pulled, realization washing over him a bit too late when he tried to drag the “bag” to the trash.

@oikawa tooru each day, one hour before tsukishima kei goes to work, he prays that he'll have a quiet shift. he'll pray that there won't be any troublemakers, that people will be kind, and that he won't have drunk people hitting on him. very rarely do things work out that way. it was one of the downsides of working as a bartender. people inebriated tended to forget social cues, and working in the retail industry meant that people also tended to treat you as less than a person. but, the pay was good and he was good at his job. it was hard to complain.

he'd thought this shift would have been a smooth one. he'd had a good day so far, finishing up assignments in record time and had a fairly good practice with his volleyball team. he was as close to content as could be. and the walk to the bar had been fine. but at the bar, which stood a little ways away from a public park, he saw the commotion. someone who seemed to be a celebrity with three fans who seemed to be very, very pushy. initially, he'd thought not to interfere. but there's something about the celebrity that looks familiar and tsukishima knew keeping the issue unresolved would mean a very loud and obnoxious shift.

with a loud jingle of his keys, he unlocks the bar door, clearing his throat loudly as he does his best to catch the celebrity's eye. "Sir, you're here for the bar correct? You may come in if you'd like, it's 21+." he hopes that'll be enough to get the fans off his back.

@tsukishima kei tooru loves his fans, truly (even if he usually can never remember their faces — not because there are too many, but because he rarely sees them if ever, regardless of how much his face sells), but sometimes they forget the word, 'boundaries,' and the term, 'personal space,' which is what has put him into a small dilemma one hot late afternoon, where he decided he would go through this day without a mask. a model like him doesn't always need to cover his face, but there are truly just some days. and this is one of those days, where he can't smoothly slip out of these three fans' sight, no matter what he says. so now his eyes look around, hoping his distress is heard and some sort of a god (or angel, really, he isn't That picky when it comes to his so-called freedom) comes in to save him.