Gifts for deyinger
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Heather was going to murder Chris.
If his stupid show was gonna start flushing contestants off to who-knows-where, the least it could do was spit them out somewhere nice. Somewhere with less conveniently placed metal poles and inconveniently placed polar bears.
It took that old fisherman guy a whole hour to chase off that dumb bear, and another to help get rid of that stupid pole. By the time he finally dragged her to the nearest “town”—a word she used loosely for what actually was five sad buildings squished together—Heather was soaked, freezing, and in desperate need of a spa day.
Not that she was getting one out here.
At least the stupid bear hadn’t messed with her hair.
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Being stranded in the Yukon sucks. Especially when there’s nowhere decent to stay, you run straight into your bitter rival, and you’re forced to face the mess you left in the past. But maybe—just maybe—Heather won’t end up hating it as much as she thinks she does.
Alejandro, on the other hand, is just happy to see Heather again.
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“That’s how I fight, Jigen. I have to get up close,” He explains slowly, biting, as if he were talking to a particularly annoying child. “That is how I’ve always done it. Why are you taking issue with it now?”
And there it is.
Because, when it comes down to it, he’s right- he shouldn’t care, not when it’s worked in their favor for so long. And he didn’t. He didn’t mind it, for the longest time, but now he does. He cares so much it makes his heart ache and keeps him up at night.
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Wherein Goemon gets hurt, but Jigen is the one who receives the angry lecture.
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Manipedi by gabzelpygeon for deyinger, madzeldacryaotic, chocolatecatsconfusion
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
07 Mar 2020
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Jiro had been dealing with her crush on Kaminari for far too long. The last thing she expected was for him to return any affection at all when she went to his room to get her nails painted. She really was in for a surprise.
