#Inko x catharsis

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Inko chews out Endeavour

Characters: Inko Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya, Shouto Todoroki, Endeavour

Genre: Angst, a little bit of fluff and catharsis

TW: Mentions of child abuse, abusive home life, mental drain

Word Count:3 K

A/N: This may be a teensy bit long :3

•Okay listen

•Midoriya is god damn horrified when he hears what Endeavour did/does to his kids. He had obviously guessed that the second-best hero there is who is training his family to also become heroes would have some extensive regime but what Shouto explained wasn't "training" it was just abuse.

•He immediately offers Shouto and his sibling's a place with him and his mum without a moment's hesitation. They're not as rich as the Todoroki's or live in as big a house with as good food, but they're happy. •And when Shouto declines, Izuku isn't really sure what to do.

• it's not his place to tell any media or higher authorities, it'd drastically change the lives of Shouto and his siblings and would affect all of them the rest of their lives. He feels like he can't do much and a part of him feels like doing nothing means he's condoning the abuse that still happens in that home like the emotional neglect and things Shouto may not have mentioned. But he can't do anything about that right now, simply because Shouto won't let him. And while Izuku is fighting every instinct he has which is to take the Todoroki siblings out of there and into a therapist's office, it's not his place to do that.

•So instead, he does what he can for them, like offer to go places more so they're out of the house. Offer free anonymous therapy sites. Have their own improv therapy whenever needed. Promise to be there for whoever trusts him and for those who it may take longer to trust him.

•But with all his good intentions, he starts to bite off more than he can chew. Even when it's not in the midst of midnight therapy or distracting days out, it's constantly nagging at the back of his mind that he wants to do more and he isn't doing everything he can. He doesn't want to "fail" at being a good friend, since he hasn't had many experiences to base off (or any for that matter) but he is running out of emotional room.

•Contrary to the Todoroki household, Inko Midoriya actually notices when her child is going through some rough times and tries to do her best to help.

•I imagine Inko and Midoriya have a close relationship. With no other reliable parent figure in the house, they spent a lot of time together. Not only are they parent and child, but they are also friends who enjoy each others company. Inko may not always understand his fascination with All Might but she'll always ask questions and prompt him to go on about the differences in All Might's costumes and moves, even if she knows all the answers already in the same way Izuku may not understand why she enjoys sewing so much ever since she made him his hero costume but will not hesitate to help her go shopping for and carry new fabrics as she talks about the colours and texture helping boost peoples confidence. (She wants to get better at sewing so she can make a new costume for him that's better than ever before.) •And because Inko and Izuku were rather close, she knew his tells. she'd learnt well from their daily game nights to know when he lying and when he was hiding things. But that was during games. This was far more strenuous. But before she rushed in and crowded him, Inko thought that if there were really something he didn't want her to know, then she shouldn't know. So long as it doesn't hurt him. So, respecting the fact he is now a teenage boy and not a child anymore, she knew he was smart enough to make his own decisions.

•But also being herself, she still wanted to help, even if she didn't know exactly what was going on.

•At first, she thought Izuku wasn't sleeping enough because of the stress of UA so she'd plan days to the seaside or mini-holiday or they could try to make a new dessert or do a movie marathons to distract him from it. And she always took note of how very time she offered, he'd always insist some way or another that the Todoroki's join them which of course she had no quarrels with, she was delighted he loved spending so much time with his friends!

•When that didn't help she offered to get him a tutor, maybe he was anxious about his studies? She didn't trust her own education enough to tutor him as he was always impressing her with fun trivia and general knowledge but she'd taken a break in her sewing hobby to save up some money to be able to pay for a tutor.

•But when he began not eating as much, mind always preoccupied with something else than his usual hero ideology and theories, the day of the annual parent-teacher meeting and Izuku hadn't uttered a word since he got home, she sat him down on the couch, held his hands, his scarred and trembling hands, and she asked him. "Are you alright?"

•She's asked this many times before, every time he came home from school, every time she found him up in the middle of the night shakily drinking some water while staring at his phone as if expecting some death from the family. But this time? •This time her words echo in Izuku's head, getting louder and louder with each reverberation, picking up speed and other voices with every hit to his mind, the sound of text messages, quiet telephone calls, rushed breathing, stifled words, hearing footsteps from the other line, the need to help all drowning him in a cacophony of utter helplessness. •And he crumples against his mother, clawing onto her shirt like a life-jacket barely keeping him afloat above the ocean of noise only he is in and he cries. The tears stain Inko's cardigan and she wraps her arms around him, pulling him onto her lap like she used to when he was a child, she holds her son, her baby boy, as his tears dampen her clothes and his voice breaks choking on sobs.

•It was a long day.

•Izuku and Shouto had talked before about telling Inko or an adult or just anyone but there was always some reason, some excuse why it couldn't happen yet. It would be a decision all the siblings would have to agree to as it affects all their lives. Fuyumi was always hesitant, so cautious and making sure if anything were to happen nothing could be left to chance and all outcomes had to be planned. Natsuo wanted whatever would help everyone the most, and if no one was ready to do anything right now, then he'd wait. Shouto thought long ago that if what his father did to his family ever came to light, it would be brought up for the rest of his hero career and he'd never be able to truly escape his dad's hold if it always followed him like that. And until he met Midoriya, that's what he thought for years.

•Shouto was warming up to the idea of saying what happened to him specifically to someone. To see what would happen.

•And that is what Izuku could let slip. The things Shouto had told him at the sports festival, the reason for his scar, his spiteful technique and motivation to be a hero. •It was a long day. •The moment all was said and done, that he had run out of tears to cry, that he had ruined his mother's cardigan by stretching it with his grip and made it soggy with his sobs, that he could breathe without a hiccup or tremor interrupting him, he was completely drained. There was a mix of hollowness after spending so long building it all up, unsure every step of the way whether he's doing the right thing or not and the relief of finally letting there be room for him to breathe.

•But in his hollow chest was a stab of guilt, anxiety, crawling back up his throat and blocking his lungs like a thick mucus of worry. Had he done the wrong thing? It wasn't his place to say- He should have talked with Shouto more about this- Was he wrong to have done nothing so far?- Oh god he's done nothing right- this could hurt them-

• "Shhh," Inko gently held the back of his head and rubbed small circles with her thumb into the back of his neck, like she used to to do calm him down as a child, it still worked "It's-..." Inko collected her thoughts. It was certainly a lot to process, she had her suspicions but she thought she was being paranoid. She'll learn to trust her gut more. "It's not alright right now, but one day it will be. For you and for them."

•And that worry in his chest turned to blunt guilt, he shouldn't be the one crying while Shouto and his siblings have withstood literal torture all their lives, he should be stronger, he needs to be stronger to help them-

•"You are children. And none of you should have to deal with this. I know you're growing up faster than I can blink and you're being a hero more and more every day, but that doesn't mean you were prepared for this exact situation. They train you to fight villains and criminals and how to save those in immediate peril who want saving. Not thins like this." Inko continued to speak softly, pulling Izuku closer and soothing the back of his neck "Thank you for telling me and I can understand why you wouldn't want me to meddle as it may be out of my depth, but, two people helping them is better than one."

• Midoriya told Shouto what had happened and apologised for spilling too early, apologised for not doing enough, apologised for being less than open about the emotional and mental space he had to spare, promising to be more aware of it so long as Shouto continues to trust him and talk when needed. Shouto was confused as to why Midoriya was apologising so much as always and despite the apprehension in his movements, Shouto had spent enough time with Inko to trust her. And also to know that while Inko is kind, that isn't all she is.

•Shouto had seen her repay the kindness people had shown her tenfold with gifts, acts of service, compliments, reassurance and more. And something about that deep-rooted kindness tipped him off to the idea that if someone were to take advantage of her kindness or her son, that injustice too shall be repaid. And, as slow as it was and as long as it took, he knew she considers him her son too.

• Overall, the parent-teacher meeting was going well for most students. Most students were in their more casual clothes except those who had been too lazy to change out of their school uniform for the day albeit having their shirts scandalously untucked and top buttons undone (Except for Bakugo who in the presence of his mother for the first time had his tie actually tied, truly it was a sight to behold and blackmail photos to be used for months.)

• Amidst all the parents gathering together while waiting for the respective teachers to be free of their current appointments, there he was. Enji Todoroki, Endeavour in his hero costume supposedly fresh from the job. • And thus, politely fuelled by karmic fury the 5'2 force of nature marched up with a smile to the flaming rotting piece of shit excuse she can barely call a human being and greeted him.

• "Oh, hello Enji." Inko smiles. Izuku stands back with Shouto on the sidelines, watching the encounter unfold. • First of all, the informality caught him off guard. Usually, he'd be used to fans being "Overly-friendly" but something about the smile in her voice didn't sit right with the way fans usually say it. This turned a few heads.

• "And..who are you?"

• "Why I am so glad you asked, my name is Inko Midoriya, the woman whose house your son goes to every day but I suppose you wouldn't know that since as long as he's keeping up his work then there is nothing else to do with him at all," she coughed ", like parenting," and continued "Speaking of being in public I could never be as confident as you are to go to a casual event in a full-on hero costume but I suppose if it helps boost your ego then go for it! Although, speaking from the perspective of a concerned parent, aren't all of those flames a safety hazard! what if you were near a flammable thing like, oh I don't know, civilians clothes in a place you know where said civilians are tightly packed together, or there could be someone well-known to have a flammable quirk nearby or just a building's structure being, on the whole, a rather flammable thing?" Her head turned to the overgrown vermin who lead the school who had entered the room upon hearing there was a commotion "Not that I doubt UA's defence measures and predicted disastrous occurrences as no such thing has ever failed in the past. It's just the safety of children and the future generation of heroes after all." and just as quickly turned back to Endeavour

•"You know I noticed there are plenty of other pro-heroes here who are just fine in their everyday clothing because they recognise this get together is about their children's achievements and not their own. Why, if I didn't know any better I'd say you really are that insecure in your title slipping because that's what being a hero is all about, the title, that you'd distract entire families from the point of being here just to pay attention to you because it's not like being the second supposedly best hero there is credits you any attention."

• Enji barely had time to stop the flames protruding from his hero suit from dying out as peoples heads turned to pay attention. By now every student had pulled out their phone to record the situation.

•Nedzu was on his way over, laughing awkwardly ready to diffuse the situation but had miraculously been needed for a sudden important event in the teacher's lounge and was immediately escorted by Aizawa and Present Mic.

•"Oh and may I go on and say you truly are an inspirational story of how being raised as a gifted child must have been really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your life thinking you’re worth a damn without your quirk so you made it your entire personality until you developed your own actual personality because of course you, the Number Two hero would outgrow such a childish nature. That sounds rough," she pouted in mock sympathy.

• Endeavour snarled behind gritted teeth, barely stopping himself from acting out of hand at the public slander. "Just who do you think you are-"

•"Like I said, my name is Inko Midoriya, the pleasure is all mine I'm sure, or did you not hear me the first time while that fire was covering your ears? just like how it must have covered your eyes with choosing that outfit to be approachable. Oh do excuse me if that seemed rude, I'm a seamstress as a hobby you see so I tend to have an eye for when things are just wrong in every way. Honestly, if you didn't parade your title everywhere you go I'd mistake you for a villain on sight. You see, I'm only a seamstress and not a hero like you as you love to flaunt no matter the situation or need for it, but it must be so rewarding to save all those people every day and return to a home with your loving children and children who want to do the exact same thing and be exactly like you because you must be such good role-model and parent to have accomplished so much in your career and of course spent enough time on each of your children to help them grow to be happy, full of inspiration and their own dreams to fulfil. Oh, and of course your wife who must be so proud of the person you've become!"

• By this point the flames had been sputtering at random, a rare purple and even blue flamer erupting once and again as this woman continued talking and the parents out the corner of his eye who thought they were out of his sight nod their head and faces contort into realising the full weight of the truth they already knew but now understand.

• But Inko was nowhere near close to done, Endeavour could hear as much when she took a small break to smile and take a bigger breath to continue. • And blinded by the public's disapproval of everything he had convinced he had Done for the good of the civilians, he could feel the ground, just like his title, being pulled from under him as quicker heroes hit the back of his knees as Inko swung her handbag with the metal buckle across Endeavours face while she was being pulled safety away from the punch Enji hadn't realised fast enough he had thrown.

• The videos uploaded by students went viral in seconds

•"shocked" by the number two hero's emotional outburst with malicious intent to harm an unarmed civilian, Inko let it be known she found it unsuitable that he go back home to his children and instead of that they live with her and make a record with either police or a licensed therapist to make a note of any other emotional outbursts or strange and potentially dangerous behaviour in complete confidentiality.

#wow #a good parent? #in this economy? #bnha #mha #mha hc #bnha hc #endeavor #inko midoriya #izuku midoriya #tododeku #shouto todoroki #enji todoroki #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #Shouto x therapy #Inko x catharsis #INKO POPPING OFF

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BNHA AU Ideas : Catharsis

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TL;DR:

Midoriya Izuku has an uncanny talent at combat therapy. This, coupled with his lack of survival instincts and drive for heroism, stops a lot of problems before they begin.

It also causes some too, but hey, who’s counting?

So, in this AU Izuku has an uncanny ability to talk through people’s emotions in a fight, and his sunshine is turned up to 11. He’s still 100% ready to through down though but it’s basically Deku vs Todoroki but for the whole ass show.

Even in the beginning, he and Katsuki are still close because when Katsuki started hitting Izuku, Izuku hit back, complete with a tearful and shouty appeal to emotions and surprisingly on the nose take aways. They end the fight bruised but friends.

Katsuki is convinced Izuku has a quirk and no amount of x-rays will make him think otherwise. He nicknames this possible quirk Catharsis because Izuku’s talent at combat therapy quickly becomes legendary. 10-year-old trying to beat up the other 6-year-olds? Izuku kicks him in the nuts and tells him he doesn’t need to live up to his father’s expectations of what makes a man and that he can be his own person. Villain attacks during a school trip? Izuku kicks him in the shin, the villain picks him up by the back of his shirt whereupon Izuku’s tiny fists continue flying as he tells the man that becoming a villain because of his ‘villainous’ quirk is playing to the system that beat him down and that he can still be a good role model to his children. Izuku is known by the heroes in the area because he somehow always ends up in fights, villainous or criminal in nature, and they almost always end with someone demurely handing themselves in to police.

There really isn’t any quirk though, Izuku is just kinda like that. His analysis in this AU also extends to people and their emotions and he can make very good calls about what’s upsetting someone. The teachers at the school still don’t treat him great but to the kids, this boy is a legend.

Tsukauchi is good friends with Midoriya Inko by the time Izuku is 8 given all the incidents the kid ends up in. With a combination of an x-ray and no discernible quirk, everything the kid does (accidentally or not) is fully legal – if stress-inducing.

Local heroes, including a fresh from UA Eraserhead, see Izuku so often he feels like a nephew. Aizawa would typically be annoyed but Izuku is a sweetheart and also the single most stubborn, bull-headed child he’s ever met in his life and anything short of tying him to a post wouldn’t stop him. He adapts seamlessly to being a teacher and refuses to admit its because he’s been trying to keep a kid out of trouble his whole career. The teenagers are way easier.

Age 9, right before the big fight with All Might, he gets to All for One and they have a very thoughtful chat and Izuku cries because he understands what its like to be mistreated for your quirk or lack of one but being a villain is only proving them right, and if he wants to shape the new world he needs to participate in it. All for One honest to gods has a bit of a crisis about his life and ends up changing his organisation to a more ‘villains with morals’ type deal, after tossing the doctor off a steep cliff. Izuku and Katsuki end up using the bar as a hangout spot. It stresses Kurogiri out because these are children. He still makes them mocktails and milkshakes.

They play multiplayer games with Tomura every Sunday afternoon.  

Izuku does his whole catharsis schtick to everyone and he cannot be stopped. He finds the traitor (whose actually from the 8 precepts in this AU due to the whole lack of a league thing) in 5 days after school starts and has a very tear-filled talk with them. Suddenly there is no traitor.

Basically replace most League attacks with various Yakuza groups, mainly headed by the 8 Precepts. Without All for One they grew up like weeds be were subtle enough that they could grow unchecked for long enough that they’d basically replaced the power vacuum. The League, which is just called The League, no ‘of Villains’ does attempt to stop some of the stuff they see, but it’s not really their job. They tend to pass it off to Izuku who becomes an anonymous informant. Izuku knows many, many things. It’s a little horrifying.

#bnha au #full au #catharsis au

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Catharsis (Villain!Deku x Fem!Reader) Chapter One

A/n: Here’s chapter one! 10 pages with over 3K words. I got a bit carried away with this one. It may be a little all over the place, but eh. Enjoy!

This story will contain dark themes! Please read the warning!

Summary: An unexpected death of a loved one can lead to a sudden influx of emotions. Those same emotions can become repressed, as denial and disbelief comes into play. In this time, one would seek a means of catharsis, a release from those strong, repressed emotions. But what would you do if that means of catharsis, the same release you sought so hard for, becomes addicting? To the extent, that you feel you can not live without it? What if it can’t live without you? **WARNING: This story MAY contain; bullying, suicide, depression, torture, manipulation, mentions of sexual assault, and MORE! You have been warned.

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Chapter One: Broken Ribs and Grieving Baskets

You first met Izuku because of his mother, Inko Midoriya. You were around seven years old when you moved to the Shizuoka prefecture, more precisely Musutafu, near tears as your parents moved boxes into the new house you’d be living in. The house was a plain looking two story townhouse, in which one side is connected to another home. A moving van sat out front, the bright coloring on the side spelling out the name of the moving company, but you didn’t care to even attempt at reading it. You sat pouting on the curb behind your parents parked car, refusing to help with the moving. 

You missed your old home. You didn’t want to leave it yet.

You felt hoodwinked. 

Your parents told you that you would be moving to a new house and going to a different school long before the moving process started, but the reality of it didn’t hit your kid mind, until everything was packed, and your mother was telling you to say goodbye to the old house. Hell, you gladly helped pack everything you could from the old house with no issue, and even bragged to your classmates about moving, but as soon as it was time to actually leave, the waterworks started.

“I don’t wanna say goodbye!” you had cried suddenly, grabbing onto your father’s leg, tears streaming down your chubby cheeks. You dad patted your back soothingly, as he sighed lightly, probably expecting this to happen sooner or later. He knelt down to your height, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears.

“We have to, we’re going to the new house,” he muttered softly, bringing your head to rest against his shoulder. “This house will miss you, just like you’ll miss it, but you have to say goodbye.”

“No!” you wailed, stomping your little foot on the ground, before hugging your dad closer. You mom, who bend down yo your height as well, whispered encouraging words into your ear for a few minutes, before they finally dragged you away to the awaiting car.

And now, here you sat, on the dirty curb outside your new home, clutching a small toy popper. Flipping the toy inside out, you quickly set it on the ground and waited for it to pop up. After a few seconds, it did, flying a few feet into the air, before gravity took ahold of it once again. It rolled a few feet away from you, making you stand up to get it. Squatting down, you repeated the process of flipping the toy inside out, letting it pop, then chasing after the small toy.

It was a quick and simple process that easily caught your full attention, forgetting for a few minutes why you were sad earlier.

Flip.

POP.

Grab.

Flip.

POP.

Grab.

Flip.

POP.

Grab.

Flip.

POP.

...And down the gutter it went. 

You stood still, eyes trained on the shallow gutter your toy just went into. You could see the bright color of the toy, but you knew that you would never be able to reach it. You took in a deep breath, tears already gathered behind your eyes. Just as you were about to let out a wail of pure anguish at losing your toy, a voice cut you off.

“Oh, here sweetie. Let me get it,” the gentle voice cooed from beside you. You turned your tear-filled gaze to the woman beside you. She was young looking, maybe a bit younger than your own parents, with short dark green hair. She gave you a bright smile, before kneeling down beside you, her gaze turning to the grates of the gutter before you.

“T-Thank you,” you mumbled, wiping your arms across your face before looking back at her, wanting to see her get your toy. 

She held a hand out, making small movements like she was pulling the object towards her hand from a far. You watched in amazement as your popper rose out of the gutter, and eventually into her hand.

“Your quirk is like mines!” You breathed out, eyes twinkling as if you just met a hero. She seemed surprised at your sudden burst of awe. You watched as she smiled shyly, her face tilting down slightly in embarrassment. 

You leapt up, staggering a few steps back before holding a hand out towards the small toy still in her hand. Your arm lit up in your favorite color, the color seeming to run through your veins underneath your skin, creeping farther up until the colors were dancing across your neck and starting to seep onto your face. Concentrating, you willed the toy closer towards you, only for it to make it about half a foot, before plopping to the ground as the color faded from your skin.

With a large beaming smile, you turned your gaze from the toy towards the older woman, waiting for the praise she was sure to give you. 

And you were correct. She gave a small gasp, before clapping lightly, amusement clear in her eyes.

“Wow! What a great quirk!” She praised, picking the toy back up and holding it out to you. Still beaming, you graciously took it from her, clutching it towards your chest as warmth spread through your body at the compliment. You muttered a bashful ‘thank you’ as you watched the woman stand up, her slender fingers smoothing out the dark gray skirt she had on. 

“Well, I have to go pick up my son from school. How about I bring him back this way so that you could meet him?” She questioned, giving you a gentle pat on the head. You nodded ecstatically at the thought of making a new friend in this new place. She giggled before stepping away with a wave and a promise of being back in a few. You waved back, slightly disappointed that you couldn’t show off the little control you had over your quirk, before jogging to your new home to wait.

You sat contently on the curb behind your parents car once again; this time deciding to fiddle with the popper in your hand instead of letting it fly and pop around again. You could hear your parents joke around behind you as they gathered the last of the boxes to carry inside.  

“Mom, I’m hungry,” You called, not bothering to look back. You head your dad mutter something along the lines of “Hi hungry, I’m dad” before your mom answered you.

“We’ll head out to get something to eat in an hour, let us bring these last few boxes inside and rest a bit.”

You nodded silently, your attention now locked on the popper once again as it pinched the delicate skin of your finger, causing you to hiss.

Ten minutes passed of you boredly picking at the pavement.

And it was a long ten minutes.

Looking up and down the block again to hopefully find something to cure your boredom, you nearly jumped up at the sight of the woman from before. She was heading your way, this time with a small boy holding her hand. The boy looked just like her, with dark curly green hair, wearing a light blue sweater over a white collared shirt, dark pants and bright red shoes. 

A new friend!

You stared at him as they came closer, before shooting up when they were about 10 feet away. He stared at you too, watching in confusement as you held out your hand. His mom pushed him forward slightly, encouraging him to meet you.

“Hi,” 

“...Hi,”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

But that was all in the past. 

The care-free past that you shared with the boy.

And now here you were. Sobbing pathetically in your bed.

Chest heaving, you struggled to keep in your pitiful cries. It felt as if you had been crying continuously for years; your eyes burned, and cheeks felt sore with the constant, furious rubbing to clear away the tears. You cleared your throat softly, wincing at the stinging from it being sore. Eyeing your bedside table, you tried to remember where you last had the bag of cough drops, concluding that you should have a few inside the drawer to the table. Sucking in as big of a breathe you could manage with your broken ribs, you heaved yourself up from your propped-up position on your bed. 

A wave of exhaustion passed you, the lack of sleep you’ve gotten over the past two weeks, catching up to you again. With a shaky breath, one arm went instinctively around your torso to stabilize yourself as you reached into the bedside table’s drawer. Your fingers found the small white-wrapped cough drop, immediately fiddling with it to get the pesky wrapper off. Popping the sweet medicine into your mouth, you turned your gaze to your phone, clicking it on to check the time.

It was still early in the day, barely past six in the morning. You guessed that you may have gotten a good two hours worth of sleep the night before; your racing mind and the seemingly never-ending pain from your broken rib hindering the process of falling asleep. 

Despite that, you decided to get up earlier than usual, to ensure that there would be plenty of time to slowly get ready for school, knowing that your freshly broken rib would slow the speed of your usual morning routine dramatically. Despite the fact that your rib was broken over a week ago, it still felt as bad, if not worse, than it did the day it happened.

Not bothering to attempt the wipe the dried tears on your cheeks, you slowly stood up from your comfortable bed. Taking small breaths as to not irritate your ribs, you carefully made your way out of your room, and to the nearest bathroom. 

You winced as the floorboards gave off a slight creak, pausing in your steps, hoping that your parents wouldn’t wake up due to the small noise. When there was no indication that that has happened, you continued to the bathroom, sighing in relief as you closed the door behind you. Making your way over to the medicine cabinet, you pulled down the pain medicine that was prescribed to you from the doctors. Taking the recommended 2 pills, you set the rest on the counter, hoping that you would remember to bring it with you to school. 

With slight hesitation, you looked up into the mirror in front of you, taking in you battered form. The bruises Katsuki gave you had faded for the most part, but the healing cuts remained.

“Bakugo- He doesn’t deserve to be called by his first name--Not anymore” You thought to yourself bitterly, feeling your throat clenched in anger. Tears of frustration crept into your eyes, but you didn’t dare let them fall. “He doesn’t deserve my tears.”

Turning away from the mirror, you stepped closer to the bathtub, taking a deep breath as you prepared yourself to slowly lower your body into the filling tub of hot water and epsom salt. Biting your tongue, since you couldn’t bite your lip because it was still healing, you gently lowered yourself into the water; your jaw dropping open as waves of pain coursed through your body because of your broken rib, your arms shaking as they barely held your weight. Finally sitting down, you let out shallow, and shaky breaths as you mentally pleaded for the pain to go away

After a minute, the pain finally lessened into a dull throbbing, which was good enough for you at the moment. Stretching your legs as far as you could, you rolled your shoulders, trying to let your muscles relax as you began doing the deep breathing exercises the doctors recommended. Closing your eyes, you focused on how good the hot water felt, letting the tension in your body slowly go away as much as it could. Resting your head back, you felt a brief wave of restlessness take over, you eyes becoming half lidded as you glanced around the bathroom. With the comforting heat of the bathwater, and the little amount of sleep you had gotten over the last week, you felt yourself slip into unconsciousness, not having the energy not to fall asleep.

Unruly green hair, and beautiful green eyes.

Freckled cheeks, and a bright smile.

Ordinary perfection. 

Deep seas, and filled lungs.

Bloated bodies, and police sirens.

The death of a beautiful soul.

Waking up with a start, you gasped for breath as you clutched your side, pain shooting throughout your body from the sudden movement. Tears welling up behind your eyes once again, as you quickly wrapped a hand around your mouth, muffling the onslaught of sobs that burst forward. 

“Why? Why would you do that, Izu?” You couldn’t help but wonder, tightening the one-armed grip you had around the front of your torso. Your body burned with pain, and the deep sobs that racked your body didn’t help in the slightest.

Why?

“It hurts.”

The walk to and from school is the hardest for you. Every time you left your home and got to the end of the block, it would seem as if a fresh wave of emotions overtook you as you had to force yourself to go straight, and not turn with the intent to meet Izuku a few blocks down. Your heart would ache, and chest would tighten as you would walk alone. 

Entering the school only the second time since... the incident, you walked with your head downcast, attempting to avoid all the pitied stares, and sympathetic whispers. Of course, after being away from school for a little over a week, your presence would cause a slight stir in your homeroom, not to mention the addition of the bruises and cuts on your face.

Upon entering, most conversations seemed to hush, but a few continued. You refused to look anyone in the eyes, and quietly made your way down the aisle and to your seat. However, before you could reach your seat, a colorful sight was caught in the corner of your eye. Taking a quick glance, you realized what they were.

Flowers.

Dozens of them.

All of them colorful, beautiful, and not missing a single petal as if they were never actually touched. 

All covering the seat and table of one specific desk. The one diagonal to the left of yours.

Izuku’s.

Your fist clenched, along with your heart. A flicker of fire seemed to ignite in your chest as you quickly took your seat, squeezing your eyes closed as you tried to regulate your breathing,

“All those flowers. All of those fucking flowers. All from students and staff. The same fucking students and staff that stood by and did nothing when Izuku was bullied. The same ones that did nothing, but torment him further. Just for being quirkless. The same ones that pushed him into it. The same ones that are the reason for what he did.” 

Your chest hurt. The pain was worse than ever before.

You sat alone during lunch, opting to sit outside, leaning against the same wall that Bakugo threw you into only days before. Your lunchbox sat untouched beside you as you stared blankly down at your phone; not particularly looking at anything, but staring at it none-the-less so it would seem like you were busy.

Instead, your mind was a war zone of emotions and thoughts. There was so many things you wanted to do, but you knew you couldn’t.

Well, more like shouldn’t.

You wanted revenge. You wanted to make all the students hurt inside like you were. No, you wanted them to hurt inside much worse...like what Mama Midoriya must be feeling. The pain of loss; the pain of regret; the pain of feeling as if you should’ve done more.

The pain of guilt.

You wanted to scream; You wanted to cry; You wanted for this pain inside to stop.

But it wouldn’t.

The ringing of the class bell snapped you out of your dark thoughts, causing you to let out a soft sigh. Grabbing ahold of wall behind you, you carefully stood up, wincing once again as you broken rib stung with a searing pain. After standing up and gathering your bearings, you snatched up your still full lunch box, unzipping it and dumping it into the trash nearby; just the thought of eating seemed to make your stomach churn.

As the last class of the day came to a finish, you silently packed your belongings into your bookbag; not noticing the way your classmates seemed to look at you in worry. Soon after, a body stepped in front of your desk, the room suddenly quiet. Looking up, you noticed a brown, short haired girl standing nervously in front of you, as most of the class seemed to wait with bated breaths.

“U-Um, (L/n), w-we, the class, wanted to g-give you this. W-we know that this is a hard time f-for you, losing someone so close to you, s-so we hoped this will at least make you feel a little bit better,” she stuttered out loud for the class to hear, pulling out a small basket, that held a small assortment of cookies, books, fruits, and other things. You felt your heart begin to pound harshly in your chest, as you stared at the grieving basket held in her hands. Your fingers twitched before your fist clenched, as you snapped your eyes up to her fast, finally meeting her gaze. Taking a deep breath, you narrowed your eyes, making her blink slightly in shock.

“So, you’re telling me that you want me to accept this basket, this fucked up excuse of a grieving basket, as an apology from the class for years of torment? For years of fucking bullying? For all the shit in the past you’ve put us through? A fucking basket?” You growled out, standing abruptly, causing your chair to fly backwards. From underneath your uniform, a faint glow could be seen, as your quirk began to activate, the glow coming from all across your body, as the thin lines of color had began to grow brighter.

“Not to mention, none of you even had the guts to actually apologize for the hell you put us through. I’m not even the one who deserves the fucking apology, its Inko Midoriya, whose son’s body the police pulled from the fucking ocean.” 

By now, some of the empty desk and chairs began to levitate a few feet off the floor. The girl in front of you, stared with wide, guilty eyes, tears close to falling. She took a measly step back, her mouth opening, but no words coming out. Tears were falling freely from your eyes, your chest heaving, the pain from your rib momentarily forgotten, as rage seemed to overtake your body.

“IT WAS HER SON WHO TIED WEIGHTS TO HIS LEGS AND THREW HIMSELF INTO THE OCEAN. IT’S HER WHO HASN’T BEEN ABLE TO LIVE WITH HERSELF SINCE. IT IS HER WHO HAS TO LIVE INSIDE THAT HOME ALONE NOW. ALL BECAUSE SOME STUPID FUCKING KIDS WOULDN’T LEAVE HER SON ALONE; WHO MADE THIS SEEM LIKE HIS ONLY OPTION. SO FUCK YOUR DAMN BASKET, AND FUCK EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU MURDERS. I HOPE YOU ALL ROT IN HELL”

With your last words, you shoved the girl away, as the desk and chairs under your control slammed into the walls around you, some of them clipping the sides of your classmates, who all let out a small scream of panic. Snatching you bookbag, you stormed towards the door, your telekinetic quirk shoving away anything in your way, people included. As you reached the door, the figure standing to the side of it caught your attention. You glared in hatred at Bakugo, baring your teeth.

“Especially, you.” You hissed.

Despite pushing all of you hatred, anger, sadness and frustration onto Bakugo and the rest of the class, you knew the truth behind your feelings.

You blamed yourself.

It's your fault.

Why couldn’t you just be there for him?

Why didn’t you see his pain?

Why didn’t you do more?

There seems to be one question that lingers in your head that could sum up all that has happened in the past.

Just, why?

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[greyliliy]

You know what? It’s after midnight and this is when I should be asleep but instead make random posts, so here’s another one:

MY FAVORITE MY HERO ACADEMIA Characters (in order from Top Favs to wherever I stop listing):

1. Iida - Look, this boy had me in the first episode he showed up where he asked Present Mic about the robots and then later when he accused Izuku of trying to interfere with other contestants. It only solidified when he immediately apologized on the first day of class and it’s just been downhill from there. Iida’s adorable & I literally had to stop watching the show during the Stain arc because I was not ready to see Iida go through all that.

My Ships for Iida: Midoriya’s first up because CUTE & Todoroki’s second because bonding over having family members who are Pro Heroes. Uraraka is third because also adorable.

2. Bakugou - I have a weakness for unrepentantly angry & violent characters. They’re like walking catharsis for all the angry emotions I can’t do anything with because I generally try to be a nice person. Bakugou can be a horrible person all he wants with zero consequences and I kinda love it. Don’t get me wrong, I also like his character development and how he’s learning to care about others like Izuku & Kirishima, but I also kinda hope his overall character doesn’t change much. His fixation with Izuku is also super fascinating, won’t lie. But I mostly like him because he’s a violent little brat with feelings.

My Ships for Bakugou: Izuku because they’re like fixated on each other and it’s fun, and because I’ve always been weak for a Bully x Favorite Victim when it comes to unhealthy relationship pairings (when it’s Bakugou pursuing; when it’s Izuku playing the “I’m gonna’ make Bakugou Mine” game, I downplay that aspect more). Kirishima is kinda a given second fav as long as they’re more Bros than sappy because their canon friendship is amazing. Todoroki is also growing on me as an option. Same for Kaminari.

3. Shigaraki - If we ignore the part where I hate his costume (the hand on the face is okay, the rest of it can go), I love Shigaraki because he’s a spoiled brat. He’s got his own personal babysitter/butler, and his Master actually cares about him, and Shigaraki himself is just a great blend of being completely insane and also intelligent/knows what he’s doing. Also on the more shallow spectrum: I love his Quirk. You do not understand how much I love his stupid, angst-for-days, terrifying Quirk.

My Ships For Shigaraki: Dabi. Aesthetically they look good together & personality wise they’ve got great bicker-buddy potential. Toga because I kinda OT3 Shigaraki, Dabi & Toga and like all versions of the three of them interacting. Kurogiri also makes the list because I’ve read a lot of “Butlers/Servants of some sort x their Younger Spoiled Masters” BL plots and well, *waves hand at them* that’s what they are. XD

4. All Might - One hundred percent confession, the first time I saw the My Hero opening, I had convinced myself that All Might was gonna’ be some sort of scam or fraud and Izuku would have his dreams kinda crushed somehow and then go on to be the real hero. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. All Might is 100% legit and amazing and I love him. He loves everyone (even Endeavor!), and he’s strong, and even has the decency to be human with doubts and mistakes and just. All Might.

My Ships For All Might: Endeavor. They’ve got the Izuku/Bakugou thing going on and I like it. Though I kinda ship it as more of a “what could have been” Melancholy thing. I really don’t have a lot of ships for him but I can say for absolute that my NoTP is All Might & Inko. Just no. Inko is a married woman and until we’re told otherwise she loves her husband who’s working abroad. I’m really sick of everyone assuming Izuku’s dad is a bad guy because he works abroad and doesn’t get to see his family often. WAIT. Tsukauchi. The cop dude. Him & All Might are adorable. There’s a ship. xD

5. Todoroki - This brat grew on me so hard. He was always a character that was just sort of “there” for me ‘cause I wasn’t too invested in him, but then he let Iida be on his team in the Sports Festival & when he apologized to Sero and started to melt him from the ice I was like “Okay. You’re adorable.” And then again, it just went downhill from there. Todoroki’s adorable and awkward and he’s trying so hard. *pinches his cheeks* Also he’s super over powered and I kinda love it.

My Ships for Todoroki: Momo is first on the list. I like their interactions and I think they’re sweet in general. They’re both quiet and smart and I think they’re good for each other. I mentioned it above, but I also rather like Todoroki with Iida & Bakugou. Last on this though - I don’t like Todoroki & Izuku. At all. They’re great friends, I’m really glad they had their awesome canon moments, but I don’t ship it at all and I’d rather not see it either. XD;

6. Aizawa & Present Mic - They’re sharing a slot because I’ve just started thinking of them as a unit. Their best bro friendship & contrasting personalities is just that amusing to me. But yeah, Aizawa’s awesome and I love that he seems like the only person on the planet who kinda doesn’t like All Might (I mean, he does, but he acts like he doesn’t and I love it) and he’s got “I’m super strict but I actually care” vibes all over the place. Kinda like Piccolo in DBZ. Present Mic is just fun.

My Ships for Aizawa & Present Mic:  Each other. Friendship or more are both acceptable. I got nothing else for them, really.

7. Kirishima - Boy needs to start wearing his hair down & stop dying it, but aside from that, I love this boy. He’s bright, he’s happy, and under it all he’s got as much self-esteem issues as everyone else in this school. I like that he reached out to Bakugou & was cool enough to impress him, and I enjoy that he’s just a generally uplifting and spirited person who connects a lot of people together in the class.

My Ships for Kirishima: Bakugou, first off. Kinda easy to see why - they play off each other well, and if I want some happy/healthy relationship goals for a change, they fit the bill nicely. Mina is also a very good option, especially after hearing about their shared schooling days in Middle School.

8. Sero - I just like Sero. He’s walking common sense with a touch of ego that makes him a well rounded character in the side lines. And I love his smile/teeth. They just look nice.

My Ships for Sero: I don’t...really have any. Maybe Mina? Mineta? I don’t know. Psh. Maybe Todoroki because their Sports Festival match is what made me start to adore Todoroki.

(Okay, I had to open up the wiki at this point to browse characters to see if I missed anyone, so I think we’re down to the wire. Plus, I’m starting to fall asleep so you can see these posts get more rambling as I fade out. :D)

9. Endeavor - Don’t look at me like that. The dude’s freaking awful but he’s also the number two hero for a reason. He’s a horrible person who’s also like...awful in that way I love--like that “He’s almost unaware that he’s horrible” kinda way. Obliviously awful. And as messed up as it is, you can’t argue that Endeavor doesn’t adore his kid (or at least one of them...). He’s good at what he does (the dude’s kinda bad ass when he’s working), and I’ve seen previews of recent manga pages and it looks like he’s getting an attempt at a little redemption arc. I’m weak for horrible people who realize their mistakes and try to make up for it. It’s not realistic by any stretch of the imagination, but it is still really nice to see. Some of my all time favorite characters in fiction are horrible, “irredeemable” monsters turned good guys (*cough* VEGETA and like half the cast of DBZ *cough*) and I kinda want to see it here.

10. Dabi & Toga - I don’t actually know anything about them yet other than the fact they’re both aesthetically pleasing & I like their general character tropes (the cool jack ass and the yandere). Plus they OT3 with Shigaraki like WOW and I love it.

11. Tsukauchi - How do you not love Normal Guy in a case of super heroes and quirks? Nice guy. Super cute with All Might. Awesome side character for the win.

12. Bakugou’s Parents - Look. His parents are adorable together and I love them. Also Bakugou’s mom is basically a grown up Bakugou and I’ve already established I love Bakugou so why not her to?

And I think that’s it. That’s what I’ve got. Generally speaking I love everyone in the show (even Mineta) and I just realized Izuku didn’t make the list and that’s kinda hilarious. He’ll get an honorable mention. But for real. I love everybody including Uraraka and Momo and Aoyama and all of them. Good show. Good cast.

HONORABLE MENTION: Izuku - I like Izuku a lot, but not as much as everyone else. I think my favorite thing about him is his obsession with Bakugou (”Kacchan” - I love it.) and frankly his fixation is like my favorite thing to play with fandom wise in this show. I love that he’s a reckless, anxious, unstoppable force and generally Izuku’s a great character. I think the only reason he’s not higher on the list is I always felt there was a bit of missed potential by having him be a Quirkless, BadAss Normal Hero (kinda like his prototype) that kinda lingers whenever I’m watching the show.

My Top Ships for Izuku: Uraraka is, funny enough, up first because I think their canon, mutual crush on each other is freaking ADORABLE and I think they have great chemistry. Bakugou is up second for obvious reasons *cough Izuku is obsessed with him cough* and I kinda picture that no matter who Izuku ends up with, they’re going to have to tiredly condition themselves to getting used to the fact Bakugou’s a huge part of Izuku’s life and he’s not going anywhere. Iida is also a fav for this ship because of awkward cuteness.

Now I’m done. *passes out*

#This was longer than #I had anticipated it would be. #Look at all these characters. #So many to love. XD #Liliy Stuff #My Hero Academia

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Catharsis (Villain!Deku x Fem!Reader) Chapter Nine

A/n: Hey guys! Sorry for the late update, but with the start of the new semester, everything has been hectic. I’m taking 7 classes (for a total of 17 credits), and working part time, so I’ve been busy. As such, I plan on trying to update at least once every two weeks. 

Other than that, I just spoiled some BNHA for myself *cry face*. I haven’t read the manga yet, but now I have to because what I spoiled for myself hurts my heart. Anyway, Enjoy!

This story will contain dark themes! Please read the warning!

Summary: An unexpected death of a loved one can lead to a sudden influx of emotions. Those same emotions can become repressed, as denial and disbelief comes into play. In this time, one would seek a means of catharsis, a release from those strong, repressed emotions. But what would you do if that means of catharsis, the same release you sought so hard for, becomes addicting? To the extent, that you feel you can not live without it? What if it can’t live without you? **WARNING: This story MAY contain; bullying, suicide, depression, torture, manipulation, mentions of sexual assault, and MORE! You have been warned.

Masterlist

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Chapter Nine: Facing Fears and Training Sessions

There weren’t many times since he became All Might, in which Toshinori felt the levels of anxiety and dread he was currently feeling. Could that even sum up what he felt? Was his racing heart due to anxiety, or guilt? Was the pit in his stomach due to dread, or just fear?

Fear of what?

What did the Number One Hero All Might, one of the greatest heroes of all time, have to fear? 

To simply put it, there was a lot he had to fear. 

There was disappointing his people. That was a major one; one that has been plaguing his mind since he became the Symbol of Peace. He didn’t want to disappoint anyone, they relied on him too much.

There was also him leaving the world without another symbol of peace that would replace him. Though, this fear is slowly disappearing as he already began training his successor to take his place. His successor was strong. He’ll be able to do it. All Might believed in him.

But then there was another fear of his. One that only recently began to torment him. One that he decided he had to face today.

Toshinori stood quietly in front of a townhouse, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart. 

Breathe.

He ran his hands down his front, straightening out the white button-up shirt he neatly tucked into his black slacks. His blue eyes gazed at the door he knew he would have to knock on. 

His All Might form would bring the confidence he needed, he knew that, but...All Might wasn’t the one needed here. Not the figure. The person inside was the one needed. Toshinori Yagi was the one that was needed.

Neither of his forms were very good at socializing, but he would push through it all just to save at least one person. To not disappoint.

Not again.

With that in mind, he quickly made his way to the door, raising his hand and giving three firm knocks. He took another deep breath, listening intently for any movement from inside. It took a few seconds, but he heard the telltale sounds of the slow steps of someone getting closer. Straightening out his shoulders, Toshinori attempted to put a small, comforting smile on his face, but he knew it would look forced.

Nevertheless, he smiled softly as the door creaked open, revealing a face that terrified him, in ways that weren’t typical.

There she stood.

Cheeks hollowed; eyes reddened; green hair matted to her head; clothes wrinkled with stains on them; a stench emitting from her, but she clearly didn’t care.

Inko Midoriya stood in front of his with blank, dead eyes, looking at him as if he was a nuisance.

“What?” she muttered harshly, leaning against the door as if it was the only thing that was keeping her up-right. Toshinori gulped before taking a deep breath, his once never-ending smile faltering for a second, but his voice came out strong.

“My name is Toshinori Yagi. I work at U.A. as a teacher and counselor-”

“I’ve already told the police all that I know,” Her voice cracked as she took a step back, going to close the door, before Toshinori quickly blocked her, shaking his head frantically.

“No! I’m not here to ask questions. I’m here to…” What was he here for? He couldn’t tell her the truth, no, even if it was alright for her to know he was All Might, he wouldn’t be able to face her. He could barely face her as is. “I know with the recent disappearance, and the emergence of the video of (Y/n) (L/n), there have been a lot of people questioning you about your son. I’m here to ask, if you are okay. You’ve lost two children--I know (L/n) wasn’t your actual child, but I know you treated her as one. And...and I just wanted to check in on you…”

Inko stared at him for a few moments, her eyes welling up with tears. Then, taking a shaky breath, she stepped back, opening the front door wider. 

“P-please come in...sorry for the mess I’ve been-I haven’t been able to…” She trailed off, staring down at the floor. Toshinori nodded quickly, before stepping through the threshold of the door.

“Thank you.”

It was time to face his fear.

To finally face the mother of the two children he let down.

Breathe.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You took a deep breath as you glanced around the room, eyeing the three figures in front of you. Shigaraki, Kurogiri, and Izuku stood silently in front of a T.V. stand in the main bar area of the building you resided in. The screen displayed a ‘Sound-Only’ message, but the voice coming from it was clear and loud.

“Are you sure, Tomura?” The voice asked, making you gulp and glance at Shigaraki. This was it. This decided your fate.

It's been nearly a month since you first arrived, and it was only a few hours ago that the video of your ‘kidnapping’ had been raised to the surface of the internet. Now that the public knew you were ‘taken’ by the villain Deku, there has been outrage against U.A. for keeping your kidnapping a secret for the past few weeks. In the morning there would be a press conference with U.A. as they try to dig themselves out of the grave they buried themselves in. 

It was this, that made an idea pop into Shigaraki’s mind. What better way of getting back at All Might, then turning one of his own students publicly against him?

That then lead you to the situation you were in right now. Shigaraki asked for his ‘Master’s’ approval to make you an official member of the League of Villains. You were already in the process of getting ‘properly trained’ by Izuku, which Shigaraki made sure to explain to his master.

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Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your mouth dropped in a low moan. Your skin felt as if it was tingling; it felt as if waves of warm pleasure was rushing through your body in waves that made you discombobulated.

Where were you again?

What was happening?

You couldn’t tell, it felt as if you were forgetting the present as it was happening. It was as if you were incapable of forming new memories.

“Turn on your quirk,” a voice whispered in your head.

You knew that voice. It was the source of the pleasure. The addicting pleasure that had you panting for more. 

Eagerly, you did as it said, feeling another wave of pleasure crash into you in reward. Your arms crossed in front of you as your knees went weak for a quick moment, but you managed to stay standing straight. 

“Straight ahead,” the voice muttered once again. You licked your dry lips, before lifting a hand ahead of you, blindly following what the voice said. You...felt your quirk connect to something and used it to grab ahold of whatever it was. Even though you couldn’t see where it was, you felt a slight pulse in your body, affirming that you grabbed the right thing. This was different than anything you ever felt before when using your quirk; it was almost as if you could feel the outline of the object in your hand. You were never able to do that before. How were you able to---

Another wave of pure bliss took over you, sending your mind astray and making you lose focus. Your attention diverted to the voice once again.

“Squeeze.”

You did as it said, tightening your hold against the object. 

You needed more. More of the overwhelming ecstasy. Anything for more. 

“Keep ahold of it. Now, the object behind you.”

You immediately shot your other hand behind you, using your quirk to almost scan the area you couldn’t see, until you felt the pulse in your body again, making you clutch whatever it was tight.

“To the left.”

You did the same thing as before, this time only turning your head in that direction to lock your quirk on it, making sure that you also kept ahold of the two other items in your control.

More. Please give me more.

“Good.”

A brief ripple of pleasure past you, satisfying the craving for only a fleeting second. You began paying extra attention to the voice, waiting desperately for another command.

“Crush.”

Instantly, you pulverized whatever you had in your hold, nearly feeling it shatter in your hand.. You continued to crush it, waiting for either the pleasure to overtake you, or for another command to come in. You were quickly rewarded with a large avalanche of ecstasy, sending you breathlessly onto your knees, your body convulsing as you involuntarily curled into yourself.

After a few seconds, the blurriness of everything ebbed away, leaving you a heaving mess on the floor. Your vision faded in, your senses coming back as a hand gently rubbed your back. The same voice from before muttered words of praise into your ear as you gathered your bearings.

Glass. 

Glass, shards of thick plastic, and heaps of cotton surrounded you on the floor. You lazily glanced around the room, seeing broken training dummies and destroyed sheets of glass scattering the messy room. Your eyes then drifted towards Izuku, who knelt beside you with a proud gleam in his eyes. You shakily stood on your feet, Izuku wrapping an arm around your back, in case your knees gave out.

You determinedly turned towards the door, where Shigaraki stood with his arms crossed, giving him a smug smile as you waited for his comments on how you did on proving yourself.

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“Yes, I’m sure. She’s a good ally to have on our team.” Shigaraki said. His master hummed in agreement.

“And you girl. How do we know you won’t turn against us?” The voice questioned, making you shoot upright, straightening your back even though you doubted he could see you.

“I’ll do anything for Izuku. And if he wishes to dedicate his life to Shigaraki, so will I, Sir,” You stated simply, showing where your loyalties lie and wanting to tell the truth. 

As long as Izuku was on their side, so were you. 

As long as Izuku protected Shigaraki, so would you.

Your life was his.

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#bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #bnha izuku #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #mha imagines #mha x reader #villain!deku

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Catharsis (Villain!Deku x Fem!Reader) Chapter Two

A/n: And here’s chapter two! A short chapter compared to the last, but a chapter nonetheless. I’m trying to push these chapters out a bit, because I go home for winter break Friday, then I’m staying with a friend, so who knows when I’ll be able to post again.

This story will contain dark themes! Please read the warning!

Summary: An unexpected death of a loved one can lead to a sudden influx of emotions. Those same emotions can become repressed, as denial and disbelief comes into play. In this time, one would seek a means of catharsis, a release from those strong, repressed emotions. But what would you do if that means of catharsis, the same release you sought so hard for, becomes addicting? To the extent, that you feel you can not live without it? What if it can’t live without you? **WARNING: This story MAY contain; bullying, suicide, depression, torture, manipulation, mentions of sexual assault, and MORE! You have been warned.

Masterlist

Prologue II Chpt 1 II Chpt 2 II Check Masterlist for next chapters!

Chapter Two: Happy Memories and Heavy Hearts

The walk back to your home would seem calm to anyone else, but inside you were in shambles. Yelling at your classmates didn’t do nearly as much as you assumed it would, the harsh presence on your chest still as harsh and heavy as it was before. And if it wasn’t heavy before, it seemed to get heavier when you reached the corner of your block. You looked down the way you would go to meet Izuku in the morning, and you felt your knees go weak, almost completely giving out on you. You collapsed into the brick wall surrounding someone’s house, and clutched your chest, willing yourself not to cry.

Then a thought came to your mind. Urging you body off the wall, you turned down that road, a certain intent on your mind, as rushes of memories flooded your thoughts.

You smiled widely as you stared at Izuku, who blushed heavily. His hair was as unruly and curly as ever, but was shorter than he usually wore it, due to the barber messing up. His face still held a bit of baby fat, but it made him look like a cute little munchkin. He continued to stumble over his words as the two of you walked to his house, forming incoherent sentences as he tried to explain himself. You both were wearing the Aldera middle school uniforms, and kicked an empty bottle between the two of you as you walked. With a loud laugh, you cut off his rambling, kicking the bottle into a small pile of garbage near a trash can.

“So, basically you’re telling me that you’re sexually attracted to All Might.” 

He gasped in horror, shaking his head violently.

“T-THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT AT ALL! I-I JUST MEANT THAT I...admire him alot…” He yelled, which then lead into a light mumble as he scratched the back of his head, still blushing violently. You giggled as you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, knowing that your next question would send him into, what could be, over an hour long rant.

“So, tell me again, what are your favorite things about All Might?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“(Y/n)!” You heard a voice call over to you, causing you to turn your head, your stinging eyes glancing upwards to see a worried Izuku rushing over to you. You let out a small congested cough before smiling up at him. You nose was running, and you wiped it onto the sleeve of your school-issued sweater. Izuku stopped in front of you, taking in your unwell figure. His eyes were filled with worry, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m fine,” You muttered, but your voice was gone, making it sound like a harsh whisper. Izuku shook his head violently, grabbing your shoulders, and spinning you around, forcing you to go back in the direction of your home.

“W-What---We need to go to school, there’s a quiz,” You managed to get out, before a series of coughs shook your body. Izuku pulled you closer, as if using his body heat would help you feel better, despite it not being very cold outside. His slender arm snaked around your shoulders, his hand coming to rest on your upper arm. His hand rubbed gently, in a comforting way.

“No! I’m taking you home! You’re sick! And since your parents probably aren’t home, I’ll make  you some soup!” Izuku said, determinedly, forcing your body to move with him.

“You know how to make soup from scratch?” You muttered, amused at his protective behavior. His face flushed red, as his eyes widened. He paused in his walking for a moment, before continuing even more determinedly than before

“Uh, no...but I can heat you up a can of soup! It’ll be the best soup you’ll ever have in your life!”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Izu?” You yawned out, walking up to the boy, who seemed to be way too awake for the time of night it was. The sky was dark, with a bunch of stars being visible. Both you and Izuku stood in  pajamas under the street light in front of a brick gate surrounding someone’s house. He wore an oversized All Might shirt, and a pair of blue pajama pants, and was holding a package in his hands. It was a few minutes passed 12 in the morning, only about 15 minutes after the boy called your phone, urging you to meet him a few blocks away from your home.

“You better be glad we live in a pretty good neighborhood, or else I wouldn’t be out here, Izu,”You muttered, wiping the sleep from your eyes. Something was suddenly shoved into your chest, causing you to quickly grab it before it fell. Looking up to Izuku questioningly, he seemed to burn a bright red, turning his head to avoid your gaze.

“H-Happy Birthday (Y/n),”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Your lips slightly parted as you noticed the close proximity of Izuku’s face. Your heart raced, and palms began to sweat, when he met your gaze. This was the first time he’s been this close, and yet, he wasn’t blushing. His eyes shifted down to your lips, before meeting yours again, his eyes filled with fear, but also determination. 

Neither of you spoke a word, before he leaned in, planting his lips onto yours.

This was both of your first kiss.

Your heart hurt with how hard it pounded in your excitement. 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You sat quietly in the back of the class, boredly playing on your phone as you waited for Izuku to message you back. Your gaze flickered briefly over to his empty desk that was diagonally left of you. Class was about to begin, and he had yet to arrive. Usually you would walk to school together, meeting at the cross-section between your houses, but after waiting a good 20 minutes for him this morning, you decided to go ahead to school since he wasn’t answering your calls. 

“Maybe he’s sick,” You muttered to yourself,  pulling up his mother’s number, planning on sending her a text to make sure he was okay. Suddenly, your phone vibrated, before Izuku’s mom’s number popped up, under the name ‘Mama Midoriya’. Furrowing your eyebrows, you clicked the answer button before putting it up to your ear.

“Hell--”

“Oh god, (Y/N)! P-Please tell me Izu is with you! Oh god--I found a-- and he’s not---please, is he with you?!” Inko cried out quickly, her voice seeming thick with tears. Blinking, a shudder ran down your spine as a foreboding feeling crept through your system,

“N-No, he isn’t. What happened? What did you find?” You managed to stutter out, your heart racing.

“H-He’s not answering my calls---Oh god” She sobbed out, breathing heavily as she tried to form sentences. “He wasn’t here t-t-this morning, s-s-so I thought he went to school e-early, but then I found---Oh god, no, no, not my baby.”

“Mama Midoriya, p-please, tell me what is going on!” You exclaimed standing up in panic, catching the attention of a few of your classmates, who looked at you curiously, as the teacher walked in.

“(L/N),  put the phone away,” He called, but was ultimately ignored.

“Mama Midoriya,  please!” You begged as she continued to cry out loudly. At this point, the entire class was staring at you, Katsuki yelling something akin to ‘shut up’. You felt your blood run cold at her next words.

“I--I found a-a suicide letter----Oh god, not my baby, please not him,”

Staring up at the house before you, you fought back tears. Walking up the familiar front steps, you raised your hand to knock on the door, hesitating. The door suddenly opened, revealing a teary eyed, sickly looking Inko Midoriya.

“Mama Midoriya?” You muttered, tears slipping down your cheeks at the sight of her. She let out a loud sob, pulling you into her arms, crushing you into a hug, as you both cried together.

You knew then that the both of you felt it.

The heavy weight in your chest.

And you knew that it hurt her as well.

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