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omnitheist27 · 4 months

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The 40 x Kill the Justice League (1/4)

@the-ravenclaw-werewolf and @purplemochi20055

Hey everyone! I'm back again for the first part of this crossover fan comic between The 40 and Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League. Ever since it was announced, I was excited for the video game's release since it's Arkhamverse Batman's return and final appearance by Rocksteady Studios. Oh, and paying tribute to the late Kevin Conroy's last performance providing the voice of Bruce Wayne/Batman.

When it did come out through early release playthroughs on YouTube...it was underwhelming but still an overall good game in my opinion.

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I took inspiration from the scene where Wonder Woman was using the lasso of truth to restrain the brainwashed Flash. When she tries to get him to tell the truth through the lasso's magic regarding how to free the Justice League from Brainiac's control, The Flash, after regaining some semblance of control, eerily states that she has to kill them and they have to die to save the world.

As one of the members of The 40 whose been brainwashed by Brainiac and turned into an enforcer, Corrupted Deku is essentially Izuku whose earnest desire to be a hero is now twisted to serve Brainiac by killing anyone who tries to resist the cybernetic alien's attempt to terraform the Earth.

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Profile: Corrupted Deku

Personality: Corrupted Deku lacks the original Izuku's shy and kind personality, instead, he's somewhat similar to Katsuki Bakugou's arrogance and hot-blooded attitude and is full-on sadistic in inflicting any potential enemy with a slow death if it's convenient for him (though he's still pragmatic enough to take the shot).

Powers and Abilities:

Artificial Quirk: Through Brainiac's vast knowledge of the multiverse, Corrupted Deku has been bestowed with an "artificial Quirk" of the alien android's creation.

Cybernetic enhancements: He's been cybernetically enhanced by Brainiac to not only have superhuman physical abilities but also be nearly immune to the friction that would build up from the constant movement of his super speed.

Superhuman Speed: The Artificial Quirk, in addition to his cybernetic enhancements, allows Corrupted Deku to move at extreme speeds, potentially at the speed of light. It functions better than his canon counterpart's Full Cowl (minus the other Quirk abilities he would unlock, starting with Black Whip in the Joint Training Arc), making his powerset closer to a user of the Speed Force.

Superhuman Strength: Corrupted Deku possesses an unprecedented amount of superhuman strength, and can potentially go further in conjunction with his super speed.

Superhuman Endurance and Durability: Corrupted Deku is extremely durable from physical harm and capable of enduring the friction build-up of his super speed.

Superhuman Reflexes and Accelerated Perception: Corrupted Deku can react at extreme speeds and can slow his perception of the world to the point that everything moves slowly.

Superhuman Intelligence: His already above-average intellect has been enhanced to a genius level one, allowing him to formulate over 100 different scenarios with a high success rate.

Regenerative Healing Factor: Corrupted Deku is fitted with cybernetics that is capable of self-healing, allowing him to regenerate and heal from damaged and/or lost tissue.

Wind Generation: He can create cyclones and tornados through his super speed.

Lightning Throw: Corrupted Deku can charge up Lightning from his Artificial Quirk and cybernetics to throw at potential targets.

Invisibility: He can move so fast that he can disappear from the sight of the naked eye.

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Also, much like in how the brainwashed members of the Justice League had to die in ''Kill the Justice League'', Izuku and all the other members of The 40 who have been brainwashed also have to die for them to be stopped. Making it a very, very, very personal and angst-filled adventure for Zuko and all the other non-brainwashed members of The 40.

To make it even worse, Corrupted Deku and the brainwashed members of The 40 have already been racking up a body count estimated to be over 5000 people (including children, infants, and the unborn) by the time Zuko and the other non-brainwashed members of The 40 go off to fight them.

As for the identities of the other members of The 40 whose been brainwashed? Well...you'll just have to wait and see~

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Lastly, I just want to say that the next fan comic will be about The 40 exploring random parts of Poppy Playtime and dealing with the mascot villains plus learning about the lore of Playtime Co.

And, I just want to say Happy Lunar New Year's Eve! On the zodiac, I'm the rat! 🐭

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#the_40 #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #avatar the last airbender #prince zuko #suicide squad kill the justice league #fan comic #fan art #brainwashing

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 1 year

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Considering it's bakagou birthday let's give him more suffering :), so reamber when shoto and bakagou were saving a human from the villain and bakagou said above the lines of'GO TAKE YOUR SUICIDE SOMEWHERE ELSE!" And then when they got home they clebrated they got there license exam ( I think) it really made me upset that we're just gonna forget that bakagou told someone to take there suicide somewhere else,so I have this thought what if shoto called bakagou out on this In front of class 1A + midorya and how everyone would react to it? 🤔

(It wouldn't be the first time he got a free pass to suicide-bait someone 🍸🐸) I mean... what a great way to celebrate XD

Shoto didn't hear it initially. He was too busy taking care of the villain, but when he saw the footage of their fight afterwards, played in the class 1A common room, he couldn't help but flinch slightly.

'If you're going to commit suicide, do it somewhere else.'

The harsh voice of his classmate rung through the speakers, and Shoto felt conflicted: on the one hand, he'd just saved two people - he was being a hero - but on the other, it was an awful thing to say, even if he hadn't meant it.

Shoto pulled his lips into a thin line. It wasn't long ago that he, himself, was in a dark place - with a lingering voice inside his head that wondered "what if?" - not knowing if anyone would care if he was gone, other than his bastard old man.

The latter thought was what used to upset him the most.

'Why did you say that to her?' He found himself asking. On the screen, he was about to use his fire, garnering the attention of his classmates. He raised his voice. 'Bakugou, why did you say that?'

'Hah?' The aforementioned craned his neck back to look at him from where he was perched on the sofa with Kirishima and Sero. 'Say what, you bastard?'

'Why did you tell that girl to commit suicide somewhere else?'

The room fell eerily quiet, save for the video still playing. Shoto was aware that people were looking at him, but he focused on those crimson eyes that narrowed carefully; white teeth clenched together and he bristled.

'Because I meant it.' Bakugou finally answered. 'She deliberately put herself in danger by being an idiot, which meant I had to save her instead of killing that bastard villain!'

'It was pretty irresponsible of her.' Yaoyorozu spoke up hesitantly. 'But maybe you could've chosen your wording better.'

A few other comments circulated around the class, which prickled Bakugou even more.

'You can't just say stuff like that.'

'Why am I even surprised?'

'It's not very heroic.'

'Or manly.'

'Fuck off, all of you!' He finally snapped. 'I can say what I damn well want!'

'I wouldn't worry, guys.' Midoriya was quick to try and placate the situation, waving his hands in front of him as he took his place at Shoto's side. 'Kacchan says this kind of stuff all the time. He doesn't mean it.'

Shoto expected Bakugou to bite back - scream that he didn't need a damn Deku to defend him - but instead, the blonde simply regarded his rival carefully. That was enough for suspicion to form.

'Midoriya... what do you mean, "all the time"?' He glanced between his two friends. 'He's said this before?'

'You heard the damn nerd! It's just part of my lexicon!' Bakugou snarled. 'Mind your business for once!'

'"Lexicon."' Mineta echoed mockingly.

'Shut your face.'

The pieces fell together. Shoto wasn't an idiot - his classmates liked to call him an airhead, but that didn't mean he was stupid. He knew Bakugou treated Midoriya like shit - until now, he'd remained silent out of respect for Midoriya's wishes - but he couldn't maintain that now. He wanted to know what was going on, and from what (admittedly) little he knew of Midoriya's past, he could hazard a guess.

'You've told Midoriya to kill himself before, haven't you?'

A beat passed, then another; everyone waited for the verdict, but Bakugou’s silence was answer enough. That was then punctuated by Midoriya quickly bolting from the room, a muttered excuse about needing the toilet on his lips.

Shoto watched his friend go - guilty that he'd obviously upset him - then whipped his head back around.

'You're a bastard, Bakugou.' He spoke coldly, clenching his fists. 'I hope you never have to experience someone treating you that way. No one deserves that... but also... fuck you.'

With one last glare, Shoto turned on his heel and strode after Midoriya.

[Part two coming tomorrow]

#i need sleep #tododeku #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #anti bakugou #anti bakudeku #izushou #dekutodo #todoizu #todomido #tw suicide baiting #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: past bullying

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sorrel-the-kabbage · 2 years

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Some angst on a fine Tuesday noon

The first drawing (and all it’s multiple, slightly different renditions) is old and I don’t like looking at it, the second is old and makes me laugh, and both are based on heavy, angsty Pied Piper spoilers. TW for blood, death, injury, and suicide mention, because @blackholeca ‘s fic is a WILD ride sometimes

Also, it’s so weird looking at how I drew everyone in this, especially Izuku, because I draw them so differently now. Art improvement who

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annalyticall · 2 months

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Do not engage with bad takes, I say, quietly seething as complete strangers character assassinate my favorite fictional guy

#saw a take that was like 'aizawa would have been harder on midoriya than all might was when he asked if he could be a hero quirkless'#which is fair! i think that's right. people make aizawa out to be too nice when he actuality would have been really harsh about his chances #but then people were like 'yeah aizawa would have been way worse. he would have told him to jump off a building like bakugo did'#NOOoo he would have been harsh specifically because he doesn't want a kid to get himself killed. what are you talking about #aizawa is the most anti-suicide character in this fucking show like what are you talking about #but also I'm 30 and have a mortgage. i have to let it go lol

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garfield420 · 2 months

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Lost Time (Part One)

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

AN: wanted to make a small fic inspired by a dream i had a some time ago that i can't get off my mind

It had been three years since Midoriya Izuku passed, and since then you had never dared step foot inside that house. Things would change however when you receive a certain request from the boys mother asking you to house-sit while she was in the hospital. You couldn't refuse her.

warnings: angst, noquirkau, ghosts, slight yandere in a later part, implied suicide, bullying mention, definitely ooc but idc, also not proof read but idc

You got out of your car, taking in the fresh air and the view of cloudy Fall. The orange and brown colors ordain the yard of the house you're staring at as you feel an emotional sensation twirl in your stomach. It's been some time since you've been here, given the last time you were inside that home your childhood friend was still alive. He was more than a friend to you, but you always found it easier to describe him as a your friend as opposed to a 'highschool sweetheart' given the short time you two held with each other.

You continuously stare at the house, knowing full well you'll have to go in soon. You came back to the area recently to help Inko, Izuku's mom, with housesitting while she was away sick, she was recently hospitalized and so she needed someone to housesit in the meantime. You two bonded well after his death, finding solace in being with someone who also carried that unforgettable burden on the heart.

You sighed before going to the back of your car to open the trunk revealing a black luggage case that had all your clothes and belongings in it. You were supposedly staying for a few days until Inko recovered enough to be released so you packed enough clothes to last you for about 3 days. You grabbed your luggage out the trunk and closed the trunk before bringing it to the front of the door.

According to Inko she mentioned that she would be leaving a key behind one of the potted plants, which enough quick searching you find it soon enough. Taking the key you unlock the door and open it. As you step inside you take in the familiar but now distant view of the house, you can't tell if it's the grief or the nostalgia that's making the house look less vibrant and joyful it used to be. The pang you feel in your gut as you stand at the doorway is one you were half-heartedly expecting, but were hoping to avoid. You look at the walls and notice the lack of pictures there used to be when you were younger as you recall a conversation she had with you where she mentioned her therapist recommended she make photo albums instead to help handle the grief better.

You close the door and stand there for a moment, you recall bittersweet memories of Izuku and you when you were kids.

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Izuku and you sat in front of the TV playing games, a bit too close for Inko's taste but she let you both just enjoy the day. Your mom dropped you off since she had other things to tend to that day, and found it better to let you play with your friend than to hand you off to some random babysitter.

You were playing some kind of racer game, the name that's been lost to you, and you two were taking turns to play it together since Izuku only had one controller. You both were aiming to get first place since the spot had eluded the both of you so far, yet the closest you both seemed to get to was second place.

Izuku sputtered out some noises, once again landing in second place, "The game has to be cheating! This isn't fair...!" he said with a flair of frustration. You reached over to grab the controller, and he reluctantly handed it to you with a pout, as he wanted to go again. You noticed this and a grand idea had popped into your mind.

"Why don't we share? I take this side of the controller and you take the other." You proposed the idea, figuring that maybe if you two put your best skills together in the game that you both can get first. Izuku face changed as he began to think about the offer, before turning to a smile.

"Okay, I'll take the left side of the controller and you get the right, does that sound good?" He offered, as you nodded with a smile. You moved in close to sit right next to Izuku, you both flush next to each other. He froze for a moment, surprised by the contact, but regained himself and you both split the controller. It was awkward handling the controller but you both got used to it. Next thing you know...

"We did it!!!" You cheered, both your faces brimming with elation. Izuku hugged you in joy and you hugged him back. Your face felt warm and you were happy.

You were happy.

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Tears welled at your eyes as you breathe in the painful nostalgia, you know you should be happy about the time you two got to spend together but another part laments what could have been. Where would you be now if two different strands of fate melded into each other? Would you be happier? Or would you still be as miserable as you feel now?

Your internal ruminations are halted by your stomach growling, realizing that you didn't eat when you left this morning for the four hour drive here. You recalled Inko told you she had some leftovers and other food in the fridge you could help yourself to. You wipe your eyes of the small beads that collected in the corners of your eyes. You recall where the kitchen was and leave your luggage by the front door since you want to eat before you unpack.

She offered to pay for your stay, but you declined since you figured it had been some time since you left this place for schooling. After Izuku's passing, you wrote this entire city off in act of resentment. The only good thing around here is your family and Inko, who you cherish like family. To you, she is the kindest woman you have ever known, and the least deserving of what had happened. She felt bad about you staying since she knew how you felt about everything surrounding his death. You two had met up occasionally for lunch in that time following, you even jokingly refer to her as your second mom since she practically co-raised you when you were young.

Entering the kitchen, you hit the lights in the kitchen, deciding the grey ambience from outside was too much for your worn heart to handle. Warm lights grace you and your mood immediately eases, funny how light can alter your mood so much. You beeline for the fridge, beginning to feel the crushing hunger on you. You grab the first thing of left overs that catches your eye and place it on the counter. Before you go to close the fridge door you feel a strong cold sensation in front of you that sends shivers down your back. You blink for a moment before writing the cold off as coming from the fridge.

You close the fridge and go to nuke the leftovers in the microwave, feeling the sudden exhaustion of the long drive. Realizing you hadn't even taken your coat off, you do so quickly and toss it on one of the vacant chairs in the kitchen. You rub your face and stretch to try and put a little bit more energy into yourself, finding no success in the matter. You yawn as you go back to stare at your food rotating in the microwave, feeling the slowness of time.

Suddenly the sounds of a soft guitar fill the room, as your phone begins ringing. You pull your phone out of your pocket and instantly recognize the caller ID, you waste no time picking up. Setting the phone to speaker phone and placing it on the counter, you answer.

"Hey, Mom Two!" you respond in a cheerful tone.

"Hello, (Y/N)." she responds in a happy but groggy fashion, reminding you again that she's in the hospital.

"How's everything going on with you at the hospital? Nothing too bad I hope."

"Oh I'll be fine I'm sure, the doctor's just want to run a few tests and make sure I'm well and rested up."

You smile as the microwave goes off, you ignore it in favor of the conversation.

"That's good at least, last thing we need you rushing out of the hospital and breaking a hip!" You joke as she laughs in return.

"Hey, I'm that old! You never know, once I'm all healed up I might be more spry than you!" She joked in return as you chuckled. "Did you make it to the house?" She asked, as you feel your smile begin to drop.

"Oh yeah, just got here in fact. I haven't unpacked yet though. How long do you think you'll be in the hospital anyways." You respond in a false cheery tone, hoping to change the conversation. This doesn't go completely unnoticed by Inko.

"Doctor's estimated in three days, hopefully I'll get discharged in two." There's a short silence before Inko follows up with a question. "How's the house? I know it's been a while since you've been inside so I want to make sure you're fine." She said with a slight concern for you in her voice. You wanted to run from the conversation, you weren't ready to talk about this yet.

"Oh it's fine. Actually Inko, I just heated some food up and I'm really tired and I also have to unpack, so how about I call you later tonight or tomorrow?" You quickly try to dodge the conversation, this also doesn't go unnoticed by Inko.

"Alright... but if you have any issues call me, okay? And if you need to leave I completely understand, just let me know okay?"

"Yes Inko, I'll call you later." You hang up the phone, and swallow your emotions. You'll have to apologize to her later, but talking about it will just bring out a lot that you're not ready for.

You grab your leftovers and take them with you to the couch. You're sure you'd be scolded for this but you need to sit down and relax, in front of you sits the living room TV and a coffee table littered with miscellaneous trinkets. You reach for the remote to turn the TV on to fill the silence in the room with something other than your thoughts.

You flip over to some random trashy reality TV, you didn't care what it was, as long as it drowned your thoughts in a lake of silence. You shove a mouthful of food into you as you barely focus on the uninspired drivel displayed in front of you. You take delight in the food, you'll definitely have to send your regards to Inko when she comes back. She was always a good cook, although you'd never say it, you sometimes felt she was an even better cook then your mother.

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"Ms. Midoriya, what foods does Izuku like?" You asked, looking up at Inko.

"Why do you ask?" Inko asked, a glimmer of curiosity shining in her eyes. You shuffle awkwardly, thinking of a way to explain away your intentions. You and Izuku had just started middle school, and you don't want to lie to her about your intentions, but you're not sure if it's your place you talk about it.

"Just curious is all." You lied, feeling light guilt burden itself on your shoulders. You wanted her to know, but you didn't know if it was appropriate to tell her. You merely swallow your feelings on the matter.

Inko looks at you for a moment, taking notice of your awkward demeanor and the way you're having difficulty looking at her.

"Izuku really likes Katsudon." She responded with a comforting smile, you felt relieved she wasn't going to grill you for more details. You didn't know if it was okay to tell her kids at school were bullying Izuku and destroying his lunches. You felt bad for him, and you wanted to help him by making him lunches, that way he could still eat. He'd never ask for help, he was always worried about burdening others with his problems.

"How do you make katsudon? Can you teach me?" Determined to help Izuku any way you could, you decided this could be the best method without making him feel like he's a burden on you. Inko nodded. and that day you learn how to cook Izuku's favorite food.

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You quickly scarf the food down as your stomach reminds you why you're eating in the first place, and once you finish you lazily place the leftovers on the coffee table before you. You try to focus your attention to the TV, trying to ignore the fact of your situation and that you still need to unpack, but you fail miserably. All you could think about was when you two were younger and the innocent bliss that came with it.

Your eyes began to tear up.

You felt a strong pit in your throat, rife with emotion. You couldn't hold it in anymore. You choked out a small sob as you covered your face with your hands, breaking down from the grief. You felt the swirling emotions of anger, a sense of loss, loneliness, and most importantly; sadness.

It wasn't fair! Izuku was the kindest boy you ever knew, so why him? Why was he the punching bag for all the other kids? No reasonable conclusion could come to your mind other than all the other kids were awful, reminding you of the vitriol you felt when he died. You remember screaming in anger, threatening to beat up the other kids, you cursed them; hoping one day they'll be forced to feel the grief they made you endure. One thought popped out the most, the one that hurt and broke you the most;

Why weren't you enough to convince him to stay?

You let out a loud sob as you curl inwards to the couch, wishing you were being comforted. For the past three years you've been forced to face that gnawing emptiness as you try to deny it's existence in you, some days you find peace with it; and then there are days like today. You cried into the couch cushions for some time trying to find some comforting solution to your suffering; only leaving you with cuts on your fingers tugging at empty fishing lines from a lake of grief.

Soon enough you felt yourself grow tired from all the weeping, calming down as you lay on the couch. You felt another cold sensation hit you, and you cuddle further into a couch, too heartbroken to fetch a blanket. You close your eyes, and feel the overwhelming exhaustion hit you again. You can wait on unpacking your luggage, you wanted- no, needed rest. This can all wait for tonight, as you just want your brain to be silent for a moment.

Thus in that moment, you felt yourself drift off into a sleep, unaware of the other presence lurking in the house.

#garf writes #bnha #mha #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #angst #tw: suicide #suicide mention #tw: bullying #bullying mention #ghosts #not proofread we die like proud soldiers in battle #if im missing any tags please lmk #i mostly wanted to get this out tonight since it's been somewhat sitting in my drafts for a bit #also people are welcome with playing with my ideas #i like seeing what people make with my ideas since im not a great writer #dark

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thealiveshadow · 8 months

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A little bit of a rant on the threats of violence against Horikoshi, so if you don’t want to read feel free to keep scrolling. Just as a heads up, it will contain mentions of murder, suicide, violence, and terrorism.

So I don’t know if this behaviour is present in every anime/manga fandom or if it is specifically the MHA fandom, but seriously what is up with some you saying that you’re going to kill or beat up Horikoshi. Like you do realize that’s a whole ass person right? There isn’t some robot writing the manga, it’s a guy, a literal human, you know with thoughts and feelings. Of course no author or piece of literature is free from criticism, but I feel like constructive criticism and saying an author should go and kill himself cause you don’t agree with some of the writing choices he makes, is not only cruel but just overall shitty behaviour.

One example of this behavior of is of some anime dude bro taking a photo of Horikoshi, placing it next to Osama bin Laden and writing in the captions something along the lines of “Spot the difference”. I can’t find the image now (because of course I can’t) but I think it’s pretty disturbing and outright weird to compare some mangaka whose writing choices you don’t like, to a literal terrorist who, y’know, killed people. Another perpetrator of this is that vocalpineapple guy (who has a huge following by the way) who also said that Horikoshi should go die because of what happened in the Bakugou death/revival arc.

This stuff isn’t even limited to the dudebros either, so called « progressives » « and leftists » do it as well (which is a whole other can of worms, also kinda funny how these people are mostly USA Americans and are from Western countries). They make violent threats such as the author should drop dead because he hid a transmisogynist?? And that they hate him and would like to kill him (or beat him up) if given the chance. And I don’t think people realize just how fucking extreme that is????? Like seriously you don’t like his manga? Criticize it, or better yet, hit da bricks! Go find something you enjoy, instead of going online and spouting hate against some guy.

And people might say, « Well why do you care so much ». It’s because I wonder, will this be the state of modern fandom? Sending death threats and spouting extreme violence against authors because you don’t like certain choices they’ve made? Where is the understanding? Or the nuance as to why certain choices were made? Where’s the analysis of the cultural context that a piece of literature is made in? Most of all, where’s the kindness? The understanding that another person can make mistakes, especially in their writing, and for the audience to not act mercilessly towards them. Is it so hard, to just critique the writing, and if the mistakes are a dealbreaker to you, to then just stoping engaging with the compositions and just go find something more enjoyable to you?

Overall, I think that the fandom hates Horikoshi way too much, and their comfort and overall acceptance of violence towards him is strange and also quite concerning. If you don’t like his writing, the just don’t read it! Or criticize it but like don’t start spewing violence against him.

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bronzetomatoes · 2 years

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Now how much of Midoriya's "It's fine if I don't make it as long as they survive" complex comes from being a hero and how much of it is from being told to kill himself in middle school

#look anika's talking!#absolutely insane when deeper shit commonly used in fan content is actually taken directly from the show and extrapolated on rather than-#-being mostly made up by the fan base. like its weird when things have got actually complex characters whose actions are affected by their-#-past experiences innit #bnha #midoriya izuku #tw suicide

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herofics · 2 years

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Hey so, uhm, can you please make a comfort with midoria, and dabi where the s/os family is manipulative and y'know, s/o is just, well, tired and attempts suicide by cutting themself. Can they (seperatly) save their s/o from the despair.

My exam is done, so I’m back. Oh boy, this is very differently written from a lot of my previous stuff since I haven’t felt suicidal in a long time and I have some difficulty remembering how it felt, which is of course a good thing. I didn’t really use the manipulative family thing in the Dabi one and even in the Deku on it’s more like them being super shitty to the reader. With Dabi it’s an s/o who lives on their own, in the Deku one they live together in his pro hero days

~Dabi~

Dabi hadn’t heard from you for a few days before he got the text. He had been incredibly busy the last week, so he hadn’t even really checked up on you, he had just expected that you would contact him if you needed something.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry” it said.

The second he read the text, he could feel it in the pit of his stomach, that feeling of dread. He tried to call you, but you didn’t pick up.

“Damn” Dabi growled as he hurried to your place.

He didn’t even knock, he just kicked the door open and started looking around the small apartment. It didn’t even take him a minute to find you, slumped on the bathroom floor.

“What the hell did you do!?” Dabi yelled as he approached you.

He slipped in the pool of blood that was covering the floor next to you and fell backwards onto his ass.

“Damn it (Name)!” he growled as he crawled towards you on all fours, trying not to slip again.

You weren’t awake, but you did have a weak pulse. Dabi didn’t want to take you to a hospital, he wasn’t about to get caught now that he was so close to achieving his goal, not even for you. To his luck though, he did know a guy with a more than convenient healing quirk that owed him a favor.

Dabi made the call, with the mandatory threat of bodily harm to the guy if he didn’t show up of course

Dabi wasn’t about to move you anywhere, he didn’t want to risk causing more harm to you. He just sat there, just outside the pool of blood, that didn’t seem to be getting bigger any longer. He wasn’t really sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

“What the hell is wrong with you, you damn idiot” Dabi grumbled as he sat there with his head in his hands.

It felt like forever before his acquaintance showed up. The minutes were going by so slow he felt like time had stopped. It felt like he couldn’t hear anything but the beating of his own heart, everything else was just buzzing. He was dissociating quite heavily..

When you had been treated, and ended up somehow surviving, Dabi managed to check back into reality.

“If they end up dying, I will find you and kill very slowly and painfully” Dabi assured his acquaintance before letting him leave.

Dabi ended up moving you onto the bed, not giving a single crap about how bloody it got. He sat there on the bed, looking as your chest moved up and down. It was proof of you being alive.

When you finally woke up, you were incredibly weak. You didn’t say anything, but your eyes fluttered open, which Dabi noticed right away.

“Finally” Dabi growled.

“Hmmm?” you muttered, not yet coherent enough to string together an actual sentence.

“Now I can beat the hell out of you for being a damn idiot” Dabi said, sounding incredibly annoyed.

You felt very groggy and your head was spinning, so it took a minute for Dabi’s words to sink in.

“What did-did I do?” you muttered, trying to sit up, but you were too weak to do so.

You didn’t really know why he seemed to be so angry with you and you weren’t sure why you were feeling like crap.

“What the hell do you mean: “What did I do?”. You tried to kill yourself”

“Oh” you said very quietly.

It was all coming back to you now, and as the confusion started to clear, all the bad feelings you’d had before came rushing back.

“Why did you even save me? You should’ve just let me die” you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

“No way in hell am I gonna let you die” Dabi growled and stood up abruptly.

“There’s nothing here for me, and I’m tired of fighting this feeling every day. It’s never gonna get better so what’s even the point” you argued.

Dabi was selfish, he knew that, but if that’s what it took to keep you alive, he would continue on his current track.

“What about me, huh? I’m here, aren’t I?”

For some reason his comment took you by surprise. He hadn’t checked up on you for the last week, so you had assumed he just didn’t give a damn. You didn’t really know what to say to him.

“Do me a favor, sweetness, keep going. Even if it’s out of spite for everyone who’s ever wronged you. Even if you don’t want to live for yourself, live for me, because I promise I’ll make it worth your while” Dabi said with a smirk, but his eyes were serious.

“You promise?” you asked.

“I swear I will make it worth it for you”

You weren’t really sure if you believed him, but it was enough for you to keep going for now. It was enough for you to keep fighting another day.

~Midoriya Izuku~

Midoriya had been speaking at a hero conference for the last few days, and he was more than ready to go home. He was sitting in the train and looking out the window. Many of his friends had been at the conference as well and of course they had gone out as a group last evening. He’d sent you a few pictures, and a message telling you he’d be home in a couple of days. You had told him to have fun and after that he hadn’t heard from you.

Midoriya decided to shoot you a message, since he had been able to leave the conference earlier than expected telling you he was on his way home. He also asked iif you’d want to come meet him at the train station, so you could walk back home together. You didn’t answer, which made him a bit worried, but he was going to be home soon anyway, so he could just talk to you in person.

When Midoriya got home, it was really quiet and all the lights were off.

“(Name)? Are you home?” he asked, but there was no answer.

Maybe you really weren’t home, he couldn’t really figure out another reason why the apartment would be so dark and quiet. Midoriya decided he would try to call you.

He could hear your phone ringing in the back of the apartment, so you must have been home. You never left your phone when you went out. He walked to the master bathroom, and the sight that greeted him was nothing short of terrifying.

You were sitting in the bathtub, and the water around you was a deep red color. Midoriya was frozen in pure shock and terror.

You noticed someone standing by the door, so you turned your head tiredly. You were having difficulty keeping your eyes open, and you felt like you were slipping away.

“Izu?” you whispered.

Hearing his name got him moving again.

“(Name)!”

You were so close to just slipping away, you wanted to, you really did. You tried to push him away as he picked you up from the bathtub, but you didn’t have any strength left.

“Let me go” you muttered weakly.

“Never” Midoriya answered, his voice wavering.

He rushed you to the nearest hospital, he got there way faster on his own than an ambulance ever could.

You were taken away and Midoriya was left standing there, covered in blood, and trying not to sob.

“Do you need something sir? I could take you to the closest waiting area to where they took your partner” a nurse said.

“Yes, thank you” Midoriya muttered.

He was in a daze as he followed the nurse who led him to the correct waiting room. He didn’t sit down, but instead walked to the nearest bathroom.

Midoriya started trying to wash the blood from his hands. He couldn’t really do anything about his clothes though. He just wanted to get the blood off his skin, there was so much blood, your blood.

After he had gotten off as much of the blood as possible, he returned to the waiting room.

After a while he suddenly realized he should probably call your mother and tell her about the situation. Midoriya knew you and your mother weren’t exactly close, but she should still know her child was in the hospital.

He dialed your mother’s number with his hands shaking.

“Hello Midoriya” your mother answered, sounding like she was already waiting to hang up on him.

“Hello, Mrs. (Last Name). I-I have some bad news, (Name) is in the hospital, and-”

“What did that idiot child of mine do now? Whatever it was, they probably deserve it” your mother scoffed.

Midoriya didn’t even realize he had crushed the phone in his hand at first. He was so incredibly angry at your mother for what she had just said about you.

“Mr. Midoriya, if you could come with me” a nurse said, pulling him out of his daze.

He sprung up from the chair and followed the nurse to a hospital room.

“They are going to be okay. It was good you got them here so quickly, a few more minutes and we wouldn’t have been able to help them” the nurse said, before opening the door to the room.

“Thank you” Midoriya exclaimed, tears welling up in his eyes.

He moved an armchair next to your bed and sat down on it. He waited for hours before you woke up, holding your hand the whole time and talking to you and crying quietly.

When you started stirring and waking up, he was so incredibly relieved. Midoriya started crying even harder as he raised your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of your palm.

“(Name)” he whispered and placed his other hand on your cheek.

“Izu? Where-where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital, love. You’re going to be okay” he said with a gentle smile and brushed your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m sorry” you said, turning your face away from him. “I’m sorry”

“You don’t have to apologize for hurting, but you shouldn’t do… this” Midoriya said, gesturing to your wrists.

“What am I supposed to do then? What am I supposed to do Izuku? I don’t want to feel like this, I don’t want to be this thing that I’ve become” you pleaded. You just wanted someone to tell you what you were supposed to do.

“To be honest, I don’t really have any answers for you, all I can really tell you is that it’s gonna be worth it someday. One day in the future you’re gonna look back and you’re gonna be glad you made it through these times. I know there’s no miracle cure for you, and if I could, I would take all your hurt for myself, but I can’t” Midoriya said, such sadness in his voice it made your heart ache.

He knew this wasn’t about him or how he felt about what you had just attempted to do. Midoriya wanted nothing more than to help you, but he didn’t know how to do that.

“I’m just exhausted, Izu, so exhausted” you said tiredly.

“I know, love, I know” he said.

He didn’t know if he could help you, but he was sure as hell going to try. He wouldn’t leave you alone with this, not now, not ever.

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catgrandpa · 7 months

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Ghost!Bkdk prompt because I have too many ideas and I’m bad at writing:

Izuku jumps from the rooftop All Might left him on. His childhood friend told him to, after all, and his favorite hero just took away the only thing he had left to hope for. So why not?

Meanwhile, the sludge villain has Katsuki. But there’s no one there to step up and save him. The heroes are standing back, and All Might himself is hiding away in the back of the crowd. There’s nothing that can be done.

They die at the exact same time, and their souls become linked to each other until they can figure out a way to separate and hopefully move on.

Pls I just want to read this so bad.

#I’ve read plenty of fics where izu kermits and is stuck but not where kats dies because of it #2k or 500k. romantic or platonic. pls idc this is all I want in life #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bkdk #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #shut up grandpa #mha fic prompt #cw suicide #cw suicide mention

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charred-entiity · 1 year

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Izuku let his arms spread, ready to fall into the abyss in a backwards swan dive, looking at the comforting stars one last time.

Maybe in another universe, Katsuki was right. Izuku would've gotten a quirk.

Maybe he would've been found and recruited by villains.

Not here though. No.

He thought he could hear shouting around him, but it was fine. He'd bleed out before the ambulance could even be dispatched. He made sure of that.

Izuku landed, blacking out instantly.

At least that was what was supposed to happen. He found himself bounce once and then come to a halt. The squishy surface he was on certainly didn't feel like cold hard concrete.

Tears welled into his eyes as he was propped upright. "ey— hey kid! It's okay, I've got you." Arms wrapped around his frail figure, all he could do was flail and rage.

"No! No- No! No! No! Let me go! You should've let me die! Why didn't you let me die?!" Izuku screeched, weak arms slamming into the large form he still had yet to fully connect the dots to.

"I'm a hero, it's my job." A voice that was now starkly familiar said, simply holding on as Izuku flailed. Tears poured down his face, dripping onto a yellow sleeve.

The world came to a sudden halt. Shock absorption. Yellow outfit. Big guy.

Fatgum.

In an instant Izuku was out of his arms and curled as far away from the hero as he could. "I-I'm sorry Sir. I know this was probably a waste of valuable hero resources. You can go back on your patrol." Izuku all but murmured.

"What? This isn't a waste of resources, you just threw yourself off the tallest building in Mustafu. That's more than a reason to stop." The fat hero explained, allowing Izuku his space.

"Do you know what this means?" Izuku said, holding up the uppercase q embroidered into his sleeve. "I'm quirkless. You're wasting your time. This was bound to happen anyways. You're just delaying the inevitable."

"So? You're quirkless. You still deserve help. Death is always inevitable, but it's my job as a hero to help you feel safe while you're alive." Fatgum said, a strange look Izuku couldn't place in his eyes.

#bnha #izuku midoriya #deku #midoriya izuku #boku no hero academia #mha #mha deku #izuku deku midoriya #dadgum #dadgum au #fatgum #fat gum #taishiro toyomitsu #toyomitsu taishiro #tw: suicide attempt #tw: discrimination

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 1 year

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Full cycle Bakugo went from telling Deku to kill himself to sacrifice himself if it meant he could give Deku more time.

#Cw suicide #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #izuku midoriya #Deku #bakugou katsuki #Bakugo katsuki #Kacchan

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bearfoottruck · 2 months

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FANFIC UPDATE 3-29-2024:

I have a new Shadamy one-shot today, titled Shattered Shadow (Fanfiction, AO3). Be warned, though, that it contains a mention of suicide.

On a less triggering note, I have updates for Sonic Chaos, Gonna Kiss You On the Boulevard and Hero Enforcement Regiment (Fanfiction, AO3)

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adorable-deku · 1 year

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izuku dies bc katsuki's jump off a roof suicide bait and all might giving him a rly harsh reality check coincide w the worst mental health day of his life. but then. bc of his extremely string attachment to the earth, he becomes a ghost. hes not alive, but he can possess people temporarily and sort of whisper into their minds when theyre not fully conscious. ghosts can see other ghosts tho, and izuku becomes friends w tbe vestiges

#bnha #midoriya izuku #suicide tw

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sobasluuurp · 1 year

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With the events of the new chapter, I believe now’s a good time to share my theory for how this battle ends.

Specifically for Shigaraki. Trigger warning is listed in the tags.

Horikoshi has made it abundantly clear that the end goal of this story is to save as many villains as possible. To redeem them if possible, but to provide mental peace at least.

After an exhilarating fight, Deku and Shigaraki will find themselves in the vestige realm. There, Deku will seek out Tenko, who is being held captive by a cage of hands. Now that he’s in his mind, Deku can witness himself Tenko’s awful childhood, and is heartbroken to learn that at he at one point wanted nothing more to have a quirk and be a hero -- just like him.

Deku will empathize with Tenko. Perhaps even tell him some of his own story. Build trust with him. He tells him that it’s never too late, and that anyone can be a hero.

By watching them interact, Shigaraki comes to a realization that makes his gut twist. He asks Deku, “You would’ve helped me back then, wouldn’t you?” and of course Deku replies yes.

This creates a moment of unity between Tenko and Tomura that allows them to overpower AFO. They exit the vestige realm, and Deku believes that he has saved them both. In a way, he has. Tenko reaffirms Deku’s words to him -- that he can still be a hero -- and puts his hand on his face. Deku screams as the body before him decays away, taking the little boy, the angry young man, and the demon lord with it. The fight is over. Deku cries.

It’s heartbreaking, but the reason why I so strongly believe this will happen is because it allows for a couple things:

It completes the narrative through line of saving hearts and redemption

It’s true to Shigaraki’s character, who as far as we can tell has no plans for the future past “destroying everything”

It references what Fat Gum once said that the best way to win a battle is by making your opponent loose their will to fight, which is a cool concept that hasn’t been used much in the story yet

It allows Deku to definitively resolve the threat posed by All For One without compromising the morals which define him both as a character and as the ideal hero in the eyes of the narrative.

Now, there is one other possible (happier) way I predict this could end -- by utilizing the rewind serum that All For One has to de-age Shigaraki Fullmetal Alchemist style into a baby who can be cared for and raised to be a happier version of himself. Perhaps there could be some kind of mishap that causes it, like the serum that’s currently working its way through All For One transferring into ShigiAFO’s body via their mental/genetic connection. But this version is a much greater stretch, and I’m not counting on it. But I do admit, it would be wonderful to see Tenko/Tomura get a true second chance at life, surrounded by people who would genuinely love him. It would be lovely if All Might could take care of him in his retirement -- both at once providing closure to All Might for not being able to help Tenko back then and providing him with a sense of purpose post-retirement.

#tw suicide #bnha theories #bnha meta #bnha manga spoilers #shigaraki tomura #Tenko Shimura #all for one #deku #izuku midoriya #Toshinori Yagi #all might #bnha 378

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lotusthewriter · 1 year

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There's a little black spot on the sun today

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: T

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Kirishima Eijiro

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijiro; MENTIONED - B/akugo K/atsuki

Summary: “B-But what about Kacchan? I thought you guys usually studied together.”

Much to his surprise, his upbeat classmate’s smile immediately drops at the mention of Katsuki. Kirishima probably notices it since he masks his dread with a smirk.

“Nah. He’s not exactly the best teacher."

Canon divergent.

Word count: 1.882

AO3

A/N: Me? Writing salt fics for BNHA even though I dropped it, like, two years ago? It's more likely than you think.

I still care about Kirideku and Tododeku, but I also wrote this to vent for the most part. I can guarantee you that all my BNHA fics will be salt lmao.

Admittedly, this fic is not exactly romantic, but I did not write this in a platonic view, personally. This ship means a lot to me and I just need to see more of Kirishima to be done with B/akugo.

I'm not sure if this will be out of character since I dropped BNHA, so I'm already warning you. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

TRIGGER WARNINGS - abuse and bullying, and implied/referenced suicidal baiting and suicidal thoughts

NOT BAKUGO/BAKUDEKU/KIRIBAKU FRIENDLY. HATE WILL BE BLOCKED.

P/roship DNI.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather study with someone smarter than me?”

“Yeah, of course! You’re my role model!”

“A-Ah, really?”

“Yeah! You always know what to do, especially in dire situations. Like our exams,” Kirishima grins like he’s the literal sun right in front of Izuku. “That’s what makes you so manly!”

Izuku only laughs with reddened cheeks. “You’re too nice, Kirishima-kun!”

“You’re the most skilled and smartest person I know, Midoriya. I’m not exaggerating.”

With how sweet Kirishima sounds now, Izuku’s face grows hotter, unable to deny his friend’s compliments. Not to mention how ungrateful that is.

“Thanks, Kirishima-kun.” As he nervously looks around, the boys surrounded by books and notebooks alike on his bed, besides the countless All Mights watching over them, Izuku plays with his hands and his pencil. “B-But what about Kacchan? I thought you guys usually studied together.”

Much to his surprise, his upbeat classmate’s smile immediately drops at the mention of Katsuki. Kirishima probably notices it since he masks his dread with a smirk.

“Nah. He’s not exactly the best teacher,” the red-haired teen clarifies. “I may be hard, literally speaking, but my head hurt for two days straight. I’m surprised I was even able to get through the theoretical exam like that.”

Izuku doesn’t laugh, despite Kirishima’s jokey tone. The former can still find the pain in the latter’s red eyes.

“Yeah…” Izuku says awkwardly. “Kacchan can be… a handful.”

“Tell me about it.” This time, Kirishima sounds bitter.

Izuku gulps, for some reason. Maybe because he’s never seen his classmate in this state before. Kirishima is probably the nicest guy he’s ever known, besides Uraraka. Kirishima seems to be the kind of person that doesn’t let other people get to him, that holds no resentments. Hence why he was always eager to befriend Katsuki.

As Izuku remains silent, Kirishima sighs in defeat.

“Honestly, I don’t even know why I try. Bakugo is just… he’s such an asshole,” he vents, “for literally no reason. Like, he treats everyone like crap, but even though it might seem like he respects me, I’m still just his personal punchbag. And maybe that’s my fault, I dunno. I must’ve thought, ‘oh, he seems cool, maybe if I prove to him that he doesn’t have to be a jerk all the time, then we can be friends!’.” Kirishima only sounds more and more frustrated. “He hits me, he constantly insults me, he never calls me by my name… after everything we’ve been through, after everything I’ve done for him, I thought things would change, y’know? But Bakugo is still the same guy who calls me Shitty Hair. And why my hair of all things?! It’s my brand!”

His cheeks are as red as his spiky hair, which is now smoothed down. Yet his flushed face is not endearing here, as Kirishima’s hardened fingers grab some of his hair, as if wanting to rip it off.

If Izuku isn’t seeing things, it might as well look like Kirishima is crying.

Although the latter is usually open, he has never been this… vulnerable before. He has never shown such strong emotions like this, if not when Katsuki was kidnapped. Otherwise, you’d look at Kirishima and not believe there’s anything tormenting him, but now Izuku knows better.

(And he hates to admit that this sight, this situation… is very familiar.)

“Kirishima-kun,” Izuku calls him, as his scarred hands gently take Kirishima’s solid arms, abandoning the pencil and all the papers the students were reading. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. You’re the coolest person in class. You have a good heart, you’re a great example of a hero to us. You’re my role model, too.”

Kirishima blushes, now flattered. Some tears end up rolling down his face, and he dries them with his sleeve, his quirk likely quieting down.

“I’m sorry Kacchan made you feel like that,” Izuku says rather sadly. “I know how it is to be his punchbag.”

Admittedly, he didn’t mean to add that last part.

But now it’s too late, as Kirishima appears to be on alert.

“You mean, like… you guys aren’t rivals?” He questions. “Or even childhood friends like everyone says?”

“He’s not my friend,” Izuku tightens his voice, regretting it when Kirishima shivers, so he adds, quietly, “he never was.”

The air around them feels heavier on their shoulders, a painfully familiar environment for Izuku.

“He… He tried to kill you in All Might’s class,” Kirishima reminds grimly, like he’s trying to pick the puzzles himself, and probably feeling stupid for not doing it before.

Izuku nods, head lowered.

“... he did worse than that,” he mutters.

“Worse?”

“Much worse.”

“Like what?” Kirishima begins to sound angry, but not at Izuku, as far as he’s concerned.

The green-eyed boy, in contrast, is completely closed off now. He feels empty.

“When we were little, I could never stand close to him because he would literally blow my face off,” Izuku narrates. “Since then, he’s called me useless, worthless, a damn nerd, a waste of space…” He doesn’t cry at all. “He would also pick on other kids, and I was always there to stand up for them. But since no one looked after me back then… I was the one who got the worst of it.”

Although he doesn’t look at his classmate, Izuku can sense the rage coming from Kirishima, even if the latter tries to hide it.

The moment Kirishima opens his mouth, Izuku dares to worsen the heavy environment.

“... then he told me to kill myself.”

Inflamed silence.

“He did WHAT?” Kirishima reacts.

Izuku, on the other hand, shrugs and replies, “‘Take a swan dive off the roof’, Kacchan said. So maybe I would be lucky in another life.”

His friend only breathes weird, like he’s going to have a full breakdown. Izuku is simply… there, remembering all of these things.

“I guess Kacchan got… a little better since we entered U.A. But if I get in his way he’ll literally want to fight over anything. And he’s still a horrible person to a friend as incredible as you, Kirishima-kun,” Izuku vents. “I definitely know how hard it is to rely on him, because in our practical exam against All Might, Kacchan yelled the entire damn time. He slapped me on the face when I tried to think of a plan. It sure was a miracle that we passed. Ugh.” He hugs himself, clutching his own skin. “He’s the worst.”

There’s yet another long, aching pause between the two boys, neither of them sure what to say next. Izuku doesn’t look at his friend much, which reminds him of Middle School, when he tried to avoid people the best he could. It was the only way he wouldn’t get hurt.

(Does this mean he’s expecting Kirishima to hurt him?)

Finally, Kirishima speaks up again, after what feels like half an hour.

“... do you believe him?”

Izuku frowns. “Huh?”

“Do you believe Bakugo?” Kirishima clarifies. “That you’re… worthless and useless, and a waste of space?”

The freckled teenager is speechless, not knowing what to answer. The words seem to be stuck down his throat.

“Do you…” Kirishima hesitates. “Do you really think… you’d be better off dead?”

Izuku’s chest tightens, hurts. Has he been exposed? Is Kirishima right? Because Izuku always does everything to convince himself that Katsuki doesn’t affect him anymore, except he’s only proving the contrary right now. Just like Kirishima, Izuku has his own baggage regarding Katsuki. And it’s certainly heavy.

With his lack of answer, Kirishima pushes aside all their school books to… hug Izuku. The latter stiffens, not expecting the solid yet soft warmth to embrace him despite this moment. It holds Izuku together from breaking into meaningless pieces, from breaking and destroying his bones over and over again. The sort of hug Izuku hasn’t had until he reunited with All Might at the beach, after the Number One Hero’s fall.

The thing about Kirishima, however, is that… they’re actually a lot alike. He’s always putting on a smile to reassure his friends and everyone else that everything will be alright. He’s the first one to rescue someone in need. Kirishima might not be mainly inspired by All Might, but he’s also very loyal and cheerful, always up to a friendly approach with everyone around him. Kirishima, though, is far more sociable than Izuku, seeing as he gets along well with everyone in class, while the greenette stays with his closest friends only.

Truthfully, Izuku was never this close to Kirishima before. He wonders if it’s because the latter hung out with Katsuki. He wonders if he feared Kirishima would find Katsuki way better than Izuku. Or if he just fears everyone in general. Maybe it’s all of these things at once.

Either way, Kirishima keeps him together for what feels like forever, as if only Izuku’s room exists in the world. Nothing else matters, as they’re up to the stars, the All Might comets flying around them. Izuku realizes his green eyes are wet, yet he doesn’t openly sop like he usually does. He’s been so strangely silent today. Maybe after everything that has happened, Izuku’s batteries are beyond low, so Kirishima does his best to recharge him, even if just a little.

And of course, it works.

Izuku melts entirely in the hug, it’s almost pathetic. He knows, though, that Kirishima is the last person that would ever judge him for it. He also knows that his red-haired friend probably needs the recharge as well. Neither of them want to let go just yet. If they could, they would abandon all their inner demons and stick together.

Both boys relax, sinking on the bed. Still, Kirishima is the one who organizes everything to make Izuku more comfortable.

“You’re leaving?” Izuku asks, blushing once he notices how needy he sounds.

“Honestly… I don’t want to.” Judging by his tone, he likely doesn’t want to go to his room, which is right next to Katsuki’s.

“You can stay here, if you want.”

Kirishima smiles fondly. “Yeah. I don’t want to leave you alone, either.”

Izuku likely blushes red again at the other’s soft concern, and even more so when his classmate finally joins him, the teenagers lying close to one another, their hearts beating together, after hurting for so long. At the very least, they get to look out for each other.

Knowing Kirishima, he likely won’t want to leave things with Katsuki the way they are. He would get to the end of things, especially when it comes to the bully hurting Izuku. Regardless, Kirishima won’t want to force anything, because all he wants is to keep Izuku safe. All he wants is to let Izuku know that he isn’t worthless or useless, that he doesn’t deserve to die. That Izuku means the world to him, as well as his other friends – his real friends.

For now, they don’t need to worry about any of that, nor the upcoming exam (mainly because it’s not tomorrow). Because right now, Izuku feels safe, and Kirishima might second that. Only they know how long they’ve needed this.

The two of them likely fall asleep at the same time, breathing together, protecting each other. No explosions will ever destroy what they have.

#kirideku #midoriya izuku #kirishima eijiro #anti bakugou #fanfiction #my hero academia #abuse tw #bullying tw #suicide mention tw #suicidal thoughts tw #long post #vent fic

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thealiveshadow · 8 months

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A little bit of a rant on Horikoshi and threats of violence against him so if you don’t want to read feel free to keep scrolling. Just as a heads up, it will contain mentions of murder, suicide, violence, and terrorism.

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