#'call me Eraserhead outside of school' he says to the children he knows are pretty responsible for half the stupid names on him

[pocketramblr]

“It’s a miracle you can even see his skin” well yeah why do you think he covers up so much? Dude has gotta keep his image, he can’t intimidate villains very well if they see stuff like “Eraser-dad” and “Loveable Cat Man” on him

Asgdhfnb yeah!! No wonder he's the strict one about names in the field

#'call me Eraserhead outside of school' he says to the children he knows are pretty responsible for half the stupid names on him #pocket talks to people #sempiternal sobriquet au #anon

[hiraya-sa-dilim]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a bnha story on Shigaraki&Co. finding out that Oboro used to be a UA student? I was also wondering what your Ao3 tag was, Thanks!

thanks for your interest! my ao3 handle is @maruya

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Let Me Count the Ways [872 words]

Their handler is weird.

It is not technically an inaccurate title considering he doesn’t have a contract and the people he sometimes unthinkingly calls his children are not animals. But it certainly is his role. Even the League with their low opinion on people could see that Kurogiri is capable, efficient, independent, intelligent... most of all obedient. His life’s purpose is to serve All for One and as they all six are racing towards the same goal, then all the better for them.

But sometimes his shadows flicker.

Shigaraki is the most aware having been around him for so long, and he hopes avoiding the topic will retain the other’s absolute trust in Kurogiri, the League, the cause and Sensei. They don’t talk about it, these little gaps in character not worth a trifle if their state as a group weren’t always in such a precarious situation. Still, they ask him occasionally being the new kids. He shoots all of their assumptions down.

“Did Kurogiri-kun ever go to school? He says my uniform isn’t like his buddy’s in high school. When I asked him her name to put under an umbrella, he says he can’t remember, but how can you forget your own first love, right? I say he’s being shy!”

Probably daydreaming.

“Does Kurogiri have another Quirk or something? Every time he sees me, he does a little thing with his hands, and when I asked him about it, he says the sight of me makes him want to make it rain to soothe my burns. Apologized but still pretty fucking rude. What’s up with that?”

Probably just pities you.

“Does Kurogiri have allergies? We passed a couple of cats on the way home from the groceries and he stopped to stare at them for five whole minutes. Like a whole idiot and a half! I asked why he won’t just approach them and he says he’d rather not get punished for it. He asthmatic or something?”

...Sensei’s trying to protect him.

“Well, I never thought Kurogiri-san to be a podcast sort of person. Are these his tape recordings? Please tell him to hide these from the rest. It would not rest well for the others to learn one the leaders they rely on is a fan of a Pro-Hero radio show host. Why, some of these are 10 years old!”

...I should.

“Does Kurogiri have a special interest for Underground operatives? It’s my turn to clean up today and I found this scrapbook of newspaper clippings on an ‘Eraserhead’ behind the bar. And from obscure titles too. Who even is that? No wonder you were the ones to bring attention to Stain-sama.”

Put it back or he’ll have my head. Don’t ask.

The truth is, Shigaraki’s heard about Kurogiri’s nameless high school classmate, and her Quirk is... lullabies or something like that. He knows what “that little thing he does with his hands” looks like because he had watched his guardian do the dishes and leave his fingers under the water a couple more seconds than needed for hundreds of times now. Long ago, Kurogiri took home a wet and homeless cat named Sashimi which Sensei had his disciple kill for training. Shigaraki doesn’t listen to music but he knows which radio station let stupid Present Mic DJ for them and what time and what days of the week because he’s heard it so often outside his room in the early mornings as a teenager. And he’s seen that scrapbook grow over his childhood, remembers how sometimes he let himself be bribed with Kurogiri’s miraculous pastries to scan the dailies, all of them, for rare clippings on a Pro-Hero of all things; and that’s why even now he thinks Eraserhead is cool.

Shigaraki doesn’t say anything. He knows Kurogiri doesn’t know. Not how he could teleport into UA despite never having been there. Not how he used to have nightmares and screamed unfamiliar names. Not how he has a personality other than being a pawn and a tool. Not how he would look up at the clouds and look sad for a man with black mist for his head...

It’s none of his concern, nor Shigaraki’s or the rest. It must be if they want to reach their goal: stop to acknowledge you must catch your breath and you may never be able to run again. Never able to run after the one you follow once doubt overtakes your steps, and makes you see him for what he is-

“Shigaraki Tomura, is everything alright?”

Are you? he wants to ask. But he doesn’t.

“You and the others have had far away looks in your eyes for days now. Would you like to talk about it? You might feel better. And I won’t tell anyone.”

There is only one thing Shigaraki wants to talk about right now but it’s better shared with his comrades, his... family. And for their sake, perhaps, he cannot fail. “When all of this is over?”

Kurogiri studies him, this little drummer boy of their liberation, principled and wild and his ward. Looks at him with the ghost of fondness in eyes that aren’t there. “I’ll hold your word to it. When all of this is over.”

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[axther]

children are meant to be cradled, not placed in wars

a bnha/reader fic

chapter one 

YN was normal. 

She lived in a neighbourhood that had good families and minimal crime. She was popular at school, and her best friend was the quiet, weird kid stereotype. Some part of YN wondered why it was all monotone, but then her friend would pull her along and they would commit some minor crime like regular teenagers. 

One day, after hopping over fences into a house that YN and her friend had deemed their own but definitely hadn’t bought, said friend was staring at YN. 

The friend, Soma Quinn, wasn’t normal. She always wore the same clothes (a pair of worn jeans, a Bethesda Dark Brotherhood jacket, grey converse, and a black tank top), and had to repeat herself to get her points across. She had only one ear, as when she was seven, she played with scissors too much and sheared it off. She kept to herself and looked constantly like she wanted to fight someone. But Soma was sweet and would babble for hours about her games and stories. 

Today, though, something was off. 

Soma had a slight staring problem. She would retract into her head like a turtle, it’s shell and stare into nothing. But, if she was staring at something in particular, like YN, then that was exactly what she was thinking of. 

“What’s up? Thinkin’ about, uhh,” YN dropped her voice. “Murder?” 

“Kidnapping, actually.” 

“Ooh, fancy. Who?” 

“You.” Soma batted her eyes. 

“Oh?” YN smirked. “You should take me out to dinner first.” “What do you call this?” 

“Oof, fair.” YN blinked. “But seriously. What’s up?” 

“I’ve been having dreams again.” Soma frowned. “Nightmares.” 

YN furrowed her brow, standing up. “What is it this time?” 

“You know that thing where your ear rings out of nowhere and you wonder if you’ve got tinnitus or something?” Soma began biting her lip, the previous abrasions on the bottom lip not even having scabbed over yet. 

“Yeah?” 

“It starts out like that. Then I see this big ass comet. And then, like, it’s Fallout Four, without any green mods. And there’s no Sole Survivor.” 

YN was silent. Soma had nightmares, ones that she took medicine for, but they would always come true. They varied; from YN’s father getting into a car accident to one of their classmates trying to shoot up the school. Every time Soma called out her dreams, actions would be taken, and disaster would be avoided. And they were always right. 

“What can we do, Som?” 

“Gay panic, probably.” Soma put her head on her fist. “We can’t stop a comet, but…”

YN stopped pacing. “But, what?” 

Soma said nothing but continued staring at YN. The bigger youth began pacing again, and her eyes started tearing up. 

“Oh my god. I don’t want to die. What about Mom and Dad? And...and we didn’t get to grow up! I wanted to go to the WTF Championships after my internship! You wanted to work at Bethesda! God! What the fuck!” 

“There’s a hack we can use. But just us.” 

“But what about-” 

“Everyone else thought I was a freak. Even my own parents. But you don’t. Or if you do, then you don’t care. And honestly, that’s even better. I would kill for you, and I would die for you.” Soma glanced up at YN, and YN felt a chill go down her spine. There was a dark look in Soma’s eyes that was dangerous, like something deep and primal that neither of them had seen before had been untapped. 

“I can’t let you die.” 

Before YN could say anything more, a blue light lit up the floor. At first, it was just a circular pattern with a script that YN didn’t recognise, but then it filled out until lit looked like a cyan liquid (definitely not water; it wouldn’t be this bright) that splashed around and landed on YN’s bare arms. The outside of it began to collapse, with splintered wood and asbestos crumbling into dust and nothingness. YN started to pant, trying to grasp the situation. 

“What the hell? Som, Som, what-” 

“I am so sorry, YN/N.” Soma’s dark look became guilty and sad. “You and I can live free, now.” 

“Wait-!”  

And then, YN fell. 

Falling to her death was nothing like what YN expected. 

In all the movies and books and shows, it took a long time, with inner dialogue playing and no actual worry. But this was completely different. YN couldn’t think, and her throat felt like it had been sucker punched. The wind rushed past her, and she couldn’t breathe, and oh god, she was going to die- 

But then, the smell of pine trees and sweat and a swath of white and black took over her senses. 

Something, someone, had grabbed her bridal style, seven hundred feet in the air. 

“I’ve got you! Don’t panic!”

The voice was loud and almost squeaky, but male. He seemed like a teenager, but no teenager could jump as high as YN was. She shook, her mind fuzzy and boggled. There was a controlled descent now, and YN could breathe again. When he landed, he gently set her down on her feet, and she fell to her knees. 

“Oh! Are you ok? Are you injured?” 

His voice was drowned out by the buzzing in her ears, and a distant humming. She could’ve sworn that it was familiar before it abruptly stopped. 

“-s hurt, and she won’t respond, and oh gosh! What if she’s injured? How do I get her attention? Eraserhead hasn’t shown us emergency procedure yet, and what if she’s in shock? Of course, she’s in shock, you idiot!” The boy, who too had kneeled, was non-stop mumbling to himself. YN didn’t look up, but she listened. 

“She hasn’t suffocated, I don’t think...ah! What would All Might do? Should I get Thirteen? He’ll know what to do! He is a pro-hero, after all! But she shouldn’t be left on her own...should I ask Ochako? I probably shouldn’t yell, she might have a headache from that fall. And I didn’t bring my phone! Ah!” 

YN glanced up, and she had her breath taken away for the second time that day. 

The boy before her (he was definitely a boy, she conceded) had huge green eyes and a smattering of freckles in perfect twin diamonds, but what astounded her the most was the mop of green hair. It looked perfectly natural, and even a little bit ungroomed, and it was increasingly surreal the more she looked at him. He was ridiculously pretty and seemed like he had stepped out of a movie. 

“Excuse me,” She croaked. Her throat hurt, but she was confused above all.

“Ah!” The boy jumped again, striking a pose that seemed like an exaggerated surprise. “You can talk!” 

“Where am I?” The more she glanced around, the less familiar it was, and the boy got out of the pose. 

“You’re in Mustafu, ma’am.” He kneeled again. “Are you feeling alright?” He stuttered a bit on the ‘alright’, but seemed determined. 

“For, uh,” YN glanced up, but the sinkhole was gone. “For falling, I think so.” 

“Can you walk?” He held out a hand, and YN grabbed it. It had scars littered all over it, but it seemed quite soft. 

She tested her weight and found that she was alright, for the most part. She nodded. 

“I need to take you to some pro-heroes, so they can take care of you. Okay?” He tilted her head when she let out an undignified snort. 

“Heroes?” 

“Yeah,” He looked confused. “You know, like Thirteen, and Present Mic, and All…” He trailed off when YN’s brow furrowed further.

“What?” 

“Oh no!” He looked shocked and guilty. “Maybe you hit your head and forgot!” 

“Forgot-no, I didn’t forget-” 

“Come on! We need to get you checked!” 

He ushered her towards two figures and an ambulance, one of which looked like an over-inflated astronaut. Only then did YN realise that there was a huge crater in the ground, stemming from where the sinkhole was situated above. She blinked, perhaps stupidly, before pointing to it. 

“Did I...do that?” 

The boy glanced over and grinned sheepishly. “No, haha...that was me.” 

YN paled. “You?” 

“Yeah. It’s kind of a side effect of my quirk. I can’t control it too well. I’m getting better though!” He grinned cheerily, and YN paled. 

“What?” She whimpered, but the boy didn’t hear her. He took her to the astronaut and a blonde man. 

“Thirteen! This is the girl that fell! I think she has some memory problems…” 

“Good job, Midoriya.” The astronaut turned to YN and took her spare hand. “Please, come with me. We’re gonna give you a check-up.” 

YN choked on her words, glancing between the astronaut and the boy Midoriya, and then to the blonde man with the gravity-defying peaked hair and yellow sunglasses that wouldn’t stop grinning. The astronaut gently guided her to an older woman, letting the teen sputter the entire time. 

“This is Recovery Girl,” He gestured. “She can take care of you, and see if you have any head injuries.” 

He handed her over, and YN stared at the woman. She was most definitely not a girl and reminded her of her grandmother, but she looked matronly and had a pink and purple visor. 

“Hello. Come, sit, sit!” She patted at the edge of the ambulance, and YN did as she was told. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a massive medical needle and felt her heart leap up to her throat. Recovery Girl followed her line of sight and laughed. 

“Don’t worry! That’s my cane! It matches my line of work, obviously.” She smiled, and YN felt a little less apprehensive. 

“What?” YN murmured, biting her lip. 

“Does anything hurt, my dear?” Recovery Girl began putting pressure on YN’s limbs, seeing if there was pain. “It doesn’t look like anything is broken, but it is a precaution to check.” 

“My head…” YN felt like her skull was splitting from her fresh migraine. “It hurts.” 

“Ah!” Recovery Girl leapt up, and YN had to admit, she was surprisingly spry and youthful. She went behind YN and gently placed her palms on her cranium. There was a feather-light touch, and the pain seeped away. Inexplicable sleepiness came over YN, and she felt her eyes begin to drop. 

Her head nodded forward, and she fell asleep. 

(Me, a full ass gamer w/ Xbox, Playstation, PC, and Switch: what r some,,,,,,,,vido gaem word)

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[theoutcastedartist]

No new art really, if you've seen my original post on the MHA amino then you know where this is fucking going. Right down to Angstville because for some reason I'm obsessed with hurting my favorite Goth Jesus. You'd think I'd talk about my "Stain's Redemption" AU first since I've mentioned it but hahahaha

Y o u w e r e w r o n g ;´)

I straight up just copied and pasted my original post because I'm lazy but I REALLY wanted to share this with Tumblr lmao

Warning for (potential) manga spoilersss

Alrighty sinners, Let's get to the post itself then. Shall we?

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So let me just address something real quick about how I feel about the latest chapters of the MHA manga:

Seeing Aizawa cry has to be the most heart breaking thing I've seen in MHA (outside of the whole deal with Eri, sweet baby child ;-;)

And I completely FLIPPED when it was revealed that Shirakumo was BASICALLY turned into Kurogiri and just I'M CRYING--Cloud Angel Baby NOOOOOO!!!

They all deserved better than this T-T

Anywho enough about my grieving over fictional characters, let's talk about my AU, inspired by these recent chapters. Note that I'm a terrible writer. I guess this also includes a snippet of what I plan to write for this AU since it transitions from explanation to literature at some point just because I was kinda bored. Imma let you know right now that I'm a shit writer so uuuuh bear with me.

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The Reticent AU takes place in an Alternate Universe where Shirakumo is ALIVE and separate from Kurogiri. Instead of Loud Cloud being turned into a Nomu, Eraserhead is turned into one. His appearance for the most part remains the same, minus the scars all over his body, including around the neck, from experimentation.

He barely speaks due to pain he feels when he does talk and has no recollection of his life before being a Nomu, not even his own name. He manages to escape the League of Villains at some point and "befriends" the Hero Killer: Stain, or well more like the other way around (only because I find Stain befriending an emotionless mute to be funny). He finds Stain's views of false hero-hood and admiration for All Might quite contradictory yet amusing and lets him live during their first encounter.

It is rather hard to say whether he is a villain or a vigilante. He'll kill only if necessary but his intentions and motivations are unknown. He despises All Might as the Symbol of Peace. It gives false hope to the people as well as a false sense of security. He found it completely revolting. Aizawa did believe in good people, but All Might isn't one of them in his books. Pretty much considered one only because he's hanging around with Stain.

He never gave himself a name, nor did he care all that much for it, it was Stain who dubbed him with the alias "Reticent", meaning not revealing one's thoughts or feelings readily. He was never one for being open for as long as he could remember.

It's rather fitting, so Reticent keeps the given name.

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* I didn't know Shirakumo was tan, not white before I made the art (forgive me)

Oboro Shirakumo A.K.A Loud Cloud is currently the homeroom teacher of our beloved Class 1-A and best friend of our resident screaming banana, Present Mic. They have given up on their dream to start an agency due to the loss of their closest friend from high school. Fifteen years ago when they were still students at UA, Shota Aizawa had gone missing and authorities concluded that he was dead. It was such a heartbreak to Shirakumo and Yamada, that hurt never fully healed.

Shirakumo is still a friendly and nurturing spirit at heart, but not as open with his feelings anymore. He's more reserved with his thoughts and feelings. He's a reticent person.

He takes an instant liking to Ejirou Kirishima and Hitoshi Shinso. Kirishima's friendship with the explosive Katsuki Bakugou reminds him of his friendship with Shota. Their personalities seemed so different, yet their bond had remained solid and strong. As for Shinso, the purple haired teen reminded him of his old friend. He could see the growing potential in these two and takes them both under his wing. The three of them train together outside of school and the Kirishima and Shinso form a close friendship with each other along with their sensei. Both children are like sons to Shirakumo, he thinks that Shota would like them too if he were still here.

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So... Izuku Midoriya, the "villain magnet" of class 1-A, ended up finding himself standing face-to-face with the Hero Killer: Stain and... his partner? The news never reported anything on him having a partner. How strange. Either Stain's partner is a very recent addition or this guy was really good at covering his own tracks.

"Stain, leave them be. They are just mere children. Killing them would serve no purpose to your cause. I wouldn't waste your time with Native either. "

Midoriya grimaced at the sore and raspy voice. It sounded painful, but he could hear the underlying threat. The Hero Killer sighed and backed off from Iida's paralyzed body.

The two villains left before Todoroki had arrived.

"I think that's the first time I've ever seen you smile."

Agakuro sat down next to Reticent, who was currently petting a stray cat, and offered him some fruit. The smaller man hummed quietly and took a few slices of apple. Both men sat quietly with the soft purring of the stray.

"I've been meaning to ask, what is your quirk exactly? You can erase quirks, but you can also manipulate basic elements and the blood in people's bodies."

Reticent signed, 'I have more than one.'

"More than one quirk?" Stain cocked an eyebrow.

Reticent nodded and quietly spoke, "Nomu."

"I've heard about their appearances here in Hosu. They are these large looking creatures with their brains exposed. You sure as hell don't look like one of 'em." Agakuro mused as he chewed on some cantaloupe. His friend was making his signals again.

I was suppose to be a more perfected Nomu. All for One took care of my progress himself.'

"Is that why you have so many..."

'Yes.'

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"Principal Nezu?" Shirakumo and Yamada stood in the white creature's office. Both men wondering why they were called to see him.

"Ah Loud Cloud and Present Mic! I apologize for pulling you out of your classes, but it seems you both are being called to assist Gran Torino with something he found." Nezu explained. The two men in the room looked at each other confused.

"What does he need us for?"

"Well it seems that they have another one of those Nomus in custody. I think you may remember the name Shota Aizawa?"

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Shirakumo was BEYOND annoyed about the situation. It must be a mistake. Their old friend was not some gruesome quirk experiment accompanying the Hero Killer. Shota Aizawa wanted to be a hero, despite feeling that he was inadequate for such due to the nature of his quirk. It has to be a mistake.

"How much longer-"

"Calm down will you! I'm frustrated about this too. There's no way it could be him, but... who knows."

They arrived at the police station withing a few minutes and walk inside. They see Gran Torino standing there waiting for them. They follow him to where Tsukauchi is finishing up with questioning the person inside. Looking through the window, Shirakumo and Yamada's eyes widen with disbelief. The other person looked just like...

"Ah Present Mic, Loud Cloud. Thank you for arriving on such short notice. I know you are both very busy men."

The two Pro-Heros turn to the detective as he stepped out of the interrogation room. Present Mic appeared alarmed and Shirakumo just looked... mad.

"Well it appears that he doesn't remember anything before being experimented on. We have a case of amnesia on our hands."

Shirakumo practically growled,"Experimented on? What the hell are you going on about detective!?" Why was Tsukauchi being so damn vague?

"That man in there is indeed Shota Aizawa. His base quirk of Erasure is still there and DNA results confirm this. From what I'm gathering, fifteen years ago he was kidnapped and had been subjected to illegal drug testing as well as having multiple quirks forced into his body. He's a more sophisticated Nomu it seems."

"More 'sophisticated'? What stopped him from having brains popping out of his skull like all the others we've seen?" The voice hero questioned. Something wasn't adding up here.

"All for One..."

The other three men became tense.

"Isn't... Isn't that the villain All Might fought at Kamino Ward?"

"According to him, it seems that All for One was the one who did this to him personally, there was extra care in your friend's 'recreation'. As to what his added quirks are, we're not sure yet of what they are or even of how many."

Gran Torino turned to the younger men,"We were hoping that you two would talk to him. Maybe to help trigger any memories from before his disappearance."

"So what? You think the 'power of friendship' is going to magically bring back his memories?" Shirakumo scoffed at how ridiculous that would actually be.

"No, but miracles do happen. I've seen many things during my time. They are rare, but they happen."

"Shirakumo," Present Mic started, "if there is even a slim possibility of getting Sho's memories back, shouldn't we at least try? For him?"

Shirakumo sighed at his words, "Fine. For Shota's sake."

The two younger men walk inside.

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"Shota?"

'Who were they talking about? Is that his name?'

After the detective had left the room, two other men had walked in. He assumed they were Pros based on the costumes. No normal person dressed in THAT much leather (referring to Present Mic).

"Do you... remember us, Shota? Hizashi and I?"

It looks like they ARE talking to him. He shook his head no. This was the first time he has seen these two men. The way they were looking at him made him uncomfortable.

"Sho...ta? Is... that my name?"

The two men standing winced at his croaking voice. In all honesty, he would sign, but he had no clue if these two even knew sign language. So he just resorted to talking.

"Do you remember your own name?"

"No."

"Do you... remember us?"

The raven haired man shook his head, 'No.'

"Is... Shota my name? Do you know me? I'm sorry I- I'm just... so confused."

His voice was so raspy and weak. Black hair covered the scar under his eye. Hizashi and Oboro wore sad looks on their faces at the sound. The taller of the two, Oboro, knelt down by the man's knees.

"Yes. We do know you. Your name is Shota Aizawa. You were once a member of UA's class 2-A about fifteen years ago." Oboro started as he gently pried one of Shota's hands from the yellow blanket the officers gave him. His arm was covered in scars... like his legs. God only knows what they did to him all those years. Hizashi just observed their movements, unsure of what to do he added on to what Shirakumo said.

"You love cats and taking naps, you were the most rational one out of the three of us. All three of us had dreams of starting an agency together..."

The two pro-heros continued talking for what felt like hours. Shota listened to every word as they recounted their old adventures from highschool. Maybe with enough luck, they could help Shota get him memory back. Shirakumo was starting to think that the raven wasn't ever getting his old memories back until...

"Sushi... I- We had a cat named Sushi?"

Hizashi had flung himself so fast to Shota as he held onto him tightly and cried. Shirakumo also had a tear-streaked face, but he held a blinding smile as he watched Shota awkwardly pat the blond's back.

Miracles do happen.

More of this angst shit coming soon ;)

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[zukuthehero]

Little Brother of Mine

Next Chapter || AO3

Kurogiri POV

I teleported up to the children the moment I felt Eraserhead’s quirk cease affecting me.

“There is no escape for you.” I appeared in front of them, cutting off their escape. “It is a pleasure to meet you. We are the League of Villains. I know it’s impolite, but we decided to invite ourselves-“

Wait, that green hair, the freckles, the green eyes… That’s Midoriya Izuku. Fuck. What’s he doing here!? He’s quirkless, how did he get in this class? I have to continue, can’t draw attention to him.

“-in. Isn’t this a fitting place for All Might, the symbol of peace, to take his last breath? I believe he was supposed to be here today, and yet I see no sign of him.”

Okay I’m keeping their attention, and the only one that seems to have noticed my pause is Izuku himself.

“There must’ve been some sort of change in plans we could not have foreseen.” Right, now to get Izuku to safety while I throw the rest of the class to the other villains we brought.

“Ah, well, in the end, I suppose it doesn’t matter. I still have a role to play.”

I prepared to warp the students away.

I jolted back when two of the students charged at me, screaming the whole way. They went through me of course but that was close.

“You live up to your school’s reputation, but you should be more careful children. Otherwise, someone might get hurt.”

“You two, get out of the way, right now!” Thirteen called her students away, but not fast enough.

“I’ll scatter you across this facility, to meet my comrades, and your deaths!” I warped them away, aiming one on Izuku that would take him safely to a spot with no villains, the top of the waterslide should be safe enough for now. And then he moved.

The children were portaled away, and Izuku was heading into the shipwreck zone.

“Fuck.”

Shiggy POV

I watched Eraserhead moving, “one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twel-“ his hair dropped.

He’s very good, fast and dangerous. Not bad for an NPC. But I’m figuring out his pattern. He can’t keep his eyes open as long. They’re probably getting dry.

Now.

“First it was twenty-three seconds.”

“The final boss” Eraserhead turned to face me.

“hehe, then it was twenty-four seconds. And then twenty. Then seventeen.” I grabbed his capture scarf as I ran forward, tugging it out of my way.

I reached for his face, he’ll die.

“Urgh” He almost managed to elbow me in the stomach. That was a close one.

I idly noticed the small figures to the side, some kids watching the fight now.

There we go, his hair fell again.

“It was hard to see when you were jumping around, but I’ve found your tell, it’s your hair.”

My quirk was back, I felt it begin to crumble his sleeve.

“When it drops, it means you’ve stopped using your quirk. You’re having to blink more often.”

He jerked, a grimace on his face.

“Don’t push yourself to hard now. You might just fall apart.” I couldn’t help the grin that slipped over my face.

His arm was very much beginning to disintegrate, the skin gone on his elbow, the muscle showing through as my quirk started to work deeper.

I heard a cry off to the side, and Eraserhead lunged forward with a grunt, slamming a fist into my face.

I scowled, “That annoying quirk of yours isn’t suited for drawn-out fights against big groups, is it?” I rose slowly as he stood surrounded by the NPC’s I brought.

“Don’t you think you’re a little out of your element here, Eraserhead? You’re much better at working stealthily. You’re known for surprise attacks, not fighting head-to-head.”

His hair was up I noticed. He’s panting, clutching his destroyed elbow, gaze focused on me.

“But despite knowing that, you didn’t hesitate to jump into the middle of this fight, to put your students at ease.” I did have a good amount of respect for him. Unlike most heroes, he really was protecting his charges and helping people who needed it. He was well known for it even.

The NPC’s attacked him again, and despite his injuries and exhaustion, he still beat all of them. Hehe, he’s really good at this.

He turned to face me, quirk activating again, capture scarf at the ready.

“And look at you, you’re still standing! You really are so cool!” I grinned again.

Too bad for him, I might like him more than most heroes, but he’s in my way.

“Oh, by the way hero.” Nomu surged to appear behind him in an instant. “I am not the final boss.” Nomu attacked.

Eraserhead hit the ground, his goggles broken, blood surrounding his form.

“What do you think of him, Eraserhead?” I peered at him, is he dead?

“Hm… He’s the bioengineered anti-symbol of Peace. But you can call him Nomu.”

The Nomu shrieked.

I perked up as Eraserhead grunted, Nomu yanking his arm.

He screamed. Whoops, looks like Nomu broke his arm. His head lifted, his face a mask of pain.

“You can erase people’s powers. That’s irritating, but it’s nothing impressive. When faced with true, devastating power, you might as well be a quirkless child.”

I paused for a moment. Perhaps I should’ve picked better wording. My little brother is quirkless. But then, he’s not very physically strong, mentally he’s deadly, almost as good at analyzing as Sensei. But still, too late to take back the wording, even if it is accurate.

Eraserhead slowly turned his head, I grinned as he activated his quirk, and Nomu smashed his face into the ground, and his arm. He gave a strangled scream, going still.

Nomu pulled his head up, Eraserhead groaning faintly as he did. Then Nomu shoved his face down again.

“Tomura Shigaraki” I glanced over to Kurogiri, looks like he’s back.

“Kurogiri, did you manage to kill Thirteen?”

“The rescue hero is out of commission.” Imma take that as a no. “But there were students I was unable to disperse and one of them got outside of the facility.”

I twitched before turning fully to him, he… “Huh?” I stared for a moment before scratching at my neck. The itch was back. The plan was ruined. It was destroyed. We can’t take on all the pros that would come, how could Kurogiri fail so badly! He’s one of Sensei’s most trusted and he screwed up!

“Kurogiri”

I scratched harder, how could he fail me so badly. The utter failure. The itch was worse. I can’t believe he’d ruin our plans like this. All he had to do was kill some kids, how could he screw that up! Kids aren’t that hard to kill!

“You fool”

He didn’t even have to kill them, just get them away from the exit. Idiot!

“If you weren’t our warp gate, I’d tear apart every last atom in your body.”

I stopped. Lowering my hands. It’s over.

“There’s no way we can win if dozens of pros show up to stop us. It’s game over. Back to the title screen.”

And here I was wanting to beat the boss fight now.

“And I was looking forward to finishing this today. Damn it. Let’s go home.”

I heard some murmuring from the kids off to the side.

You know what, maybe we should leave something behind for All Might to see when they get here.

“Oh, before we leave, lets make sure the Symbol of Peace is broken. Let’s wreck his pride.”

I lunged, reaching the kids in an instant.

“Let’s make this hurt”

I froze. My hand was inches from the girls face but… the boy there... that’s…

“Otouto?”

Then I noticed the feel of my quirk being gone. Not that that was important. Ototou was here… how? He’s quirkless, how could he get into the elite hero course class at UA. If it was just based on smarts he’d be top of the class, but the physical requirements.

He blinked, “what?”

Oh right, he doesn’t know me. Sensei kept him separate from us. To keep him safe from Sensei’s enemies. Fuck.

Time to play it off a bit, my quirk is gone right now, let’s fix that.

“You really are so cool, Eraserhead.” I turned to look over my shoulder, watching as the Nomu smashed his face down again, less violently than before.

I turned back, oh there’s three kids, don’t know where the purple one came from. Eh, I’ll kill him…

Otouto lunged suddenly.

“I don’t know who you are, but you let her go!” He swung his fist towards me, and I noticed the build up of power immediately. When the hell did he get a quirk!?

“SMASH”

The wind force from his punch almost knocked me back, and I did withdraw my hand. I’m not gonna say no to my little Otouto.

Nomu shielded me from Otouto’s punch, I couldn’t see his face, but he seemed frozen. I should encourage him!

“You’re pretty powerful huh, This ‘smash’ of yours”

Oh no, oh no, no, no. Smash, like All Might. Information gathering time.

“Are you one of All Might’s disciples?”

Uh oh, my Nomu grabbed his arm, Oh no, I reached for the purple kid as my Otouto pulled away. “Nomu!” I’ll order Nomu off and kill this kid.

Nomu froze.

SMASH

I jerked to look, the doors smashed in. Dust rose as I heard footsteps all the way from here. I grinned.

“I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone wrong here when Aizawa and Thirteen didn’t answer my calls. So I hurried over, running into Young Iida along the way. He told me of the villainy at work here.”

There he is, with no one else. Only one pro came.

“Have no fear students.”

All Might stood tall at the edge of the stairs.

“I am here!”

Excellent.

“Look, we’re saved!” The annoying purple one is dying.

“He’s here, All Might!”

Aww, my Otouto is so cute. Also afraid. This is why we keep him inside and safe damn it!

Before I deal with All Might though. I finished reaching for the purple one. Grabbing his head I grinned as he crumbled to dust. My Nomu is positioned between my Otouto and him so Otouto won’t be traumatized.

I stood, “After all this waiting, the heroic piece of trash shows up.”

“Mineta” croaked the girl, horrified.

A blur and the NPC’s hit the ground, groaning. All Might had Eraserhead in his arms, cradling him as he held him away from the mob.

He murmured something to soft to hear.

Oh, I didn’t know All Might had a love interest. Good. To. Know.

I blinked and the girl and Otouto were gone, All Might grabbing them. As if Otouto was in danger from me! I jerked as father’s hand came off my face.

He’s too fast.

“Everybody back to the entrance and take Aizawa with you. He doesn’t have much time.”

“Yes sir.” Otouto sounded scared. How dare All Might scare my Otouto. Doesn’t he know Otouto has all but worshipped him for years!? Otouto adores that piece of trash and he scares him! He’ll die for that too now.

“no, no, no.” I need my father’s hand back first. Then Otouto. “It wasn’t supposed to go this way. He’s still fast, Father. Somehow he managed to hit me.”

I picked up father’s hand, relaxing once it was back in place.

“Of course a government hero relies on violence.” I should make sure Otouto has some lessons on heroes while he’s here. “I wasn’t prepared. I couldn’t even see him when he moved. But he’s not as fast as I thought he’d be.” I could still react, even if not in time.

“Not as fast as he used to be. I guess it’s true after all.” I grinned now, “All Might really is getting weaker.”

Otouto paused, a flash of something on his face. I’ll plant the seeds, he’ll understand.

“All Might, you can’t! That brain villain took One for-“ He faltered, looking at his friend worried. So cute, he shouldn’t be with these NPCs. “I-I smashed him and didn’t break my arm this time-”

I’m sorry, didn’t break his arm? What the fuck. Who do I need to kill.

“-but he wasn’t fazed at all. He’s too strong!”

Aww, Otouto can tell. Of course he can, he’s so smart.

“Young Midoriya” All Might threw a hand out to silence Otouto. The absolute fucking nerve. Otouto was talking.

”I got this!”

‘I got this, I got this’ shut up All Might.

Otouto glanced at Eraserhead, before turning away, carrying him away, the girl helping him.

All Might turned to face me. “CAROLINA”

Fuck “Nomu.”

“SMASH”

Of course it did no damage. Did he not hear Otouto!?

“I guess he wasn’t wrong when he said it had no effect on you!” Yeah no shit sherlock.

Nomu grabbed for him and he dodged, lunging forward to hit Nomu again, and again, and again.

Nomu screeched as it reached for him, he leapt back to avoid it.

“It doesn’t even matter where I punch you, does it.”

I’m getting insulted.

“That’s because Nomu here has shock absorption, All Might.”

All Might threw some more punches at Nomu, who struck back.

“The only way you’re going to hurt him is to slowly gouge out his flesh.” I grinned, “Of course, I don’t think he’ll sit back and let you do that. You’ve finally met your match. Hehe”

All Might smiled though.

“Ha! Thanks for telling me how to beat him!”

… what?

“All I have to do is wear him down, then its on to you!”

Idiot.

All Might smashed Nomu downwards with a grunt, SMASH, a big cloud of dust covered the area.

“hey, hey now.” Rude.

I watched delighted as the cloud of dust dispersed, to show that Kurogiri pulled through. Nomu coming up through the portal to grab at All Might’s side.

“Oh come on, what kinda cheap move was that?”

Ha, he acts like we play without cheat codes. Newbie.

“Nice. You were trying to bury him in the concrete, so he couldn’t move around anymore. Sorry, that won’t work. Nomu’s as strong as you are. That won’t stop him.”

All Might grunted.

Oh right, positive reinforcement. “Nice work, Kurogiri.” I laughed, “We’ve got him just where we want him now.”

I noticed the blood showing on his dress shirt. Honestly, I can’t believe he came to fight us dressed like that. The audacity, thinks he’s so great. Kurogiri is starting to close his portal, he always has trouble closing it fast with people partway through it.

“If this is your best then you’ve picked the wrong place to attack. You should just give up now!”

Heroes, always giving grand speeches. So annoying.

“Kurogiri.”

“Normally I wouldn’t want blood and viscera flooding the insides of my warp gates, but I’ll make an exception for a hero as great as you. Since you’re too fast to see with the human eye, Nomu had to restrain you. And once he’s pulled your body halfway through, I’ll squeeze the gate shut.”

Ah, monologuing. The staple of any villains career. It’s a necessity, it happens in all my games. How are they supposed to feel hopeless if you don’t explain why they should feel that way.

“I’m going to enjoy tearing you to pieces.”

All Might jerked in Nomu’s hold, desperately trying to pull free.

I blinked as All Might’s attention got caught by… Otouto. What is he doing? He was leaving, going to where he’s safe! Now he’s running strait forward!?

Kurogiri warped between them, good, he’ll move Otouto to safety.

“How foolish.”

BOOM

“Get the hell out of my way DEKU!” A blond boy appeared.

… did he just call Otouto useless? Okay so he’s dying.

Blond boy smashed Kurogiri down, holding an exploding palm to his neck.

Ice suddenly surged across the field, freezing my Nomu. I saw the boy dressed in… half ice? And a dress shirt? What is with heroes and their dumb costumes?

“One of your poorly trained thugs told me you’re here because you think you can kill All Might.”

Ugh, so full of himself.

All Might pulled himself free. Ugh. It was all going so well. And now these annoYING KIDS ARE IN OUR WAY.

“Are you okay?” My Otouto really is an angel like Sensei said. Too good for this horrible world.

“YAAARGH” Some red freak lunged for me. Ugh. Way too slow.

I casually slunk back.

“Damn, that was gonna be so cool!” Idiot

“Guess I found your body this time ya smoky bastard!” What does he mean this time?

“The Symbol of Peace will not be defeated by delinquents like you.”

Everyone’s a critic.

“Kacchan, Everyone.” Okay, so get Otouto away, and kill the idiots.

I studied the area briefly, so some high-level NPC’s are here. They took down my warper, and the boss is injured. But my boss fighter is still fine.

“Kurogiri, how could you let this brat get the best of you?” Really it’s shameful, he’s what, twelve? “You’ve gotten us into a real jam here.”

“Heh. You got careless, you dumb villain. It wasn’t hard to figure you out. Only certain parts of you turned into that smoking warp gate. You used that mist to hide your actual body, as a kind of distraction, thinking that made you safe! That’s why we missed.”

I groaned loudly, “I wasn’t talking to you, you obnoxious blond Pomeranian.”

The brat ignored me.

“But if you didn’t have a body, you wouldn’t be wearing this neck armor, right? You’re not immune to physical attacks if they’re well aimed.”

Kurogiri grunted, shifting slightly.

“Don’t move!” He leaned down, “You try anything funny, and I’ll blow your ass up right now, you got it? They’ll be cleanin’ you up for weeks.”

Okay now I’m mad. I’m the only one who gets to threaten Kurogiri.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound very heroic.” The dumb red one commented.

“They escapted uninjured and captured my two strongest men. Kids these days really are amazing.” They did do good, even with how dumb and annoying they are. “They make the League of Villains look like amateurs. Can’t have that.”

I glanced at the Nomu, “Nomu.”

It screeched as it pulled itself out of the warp gate, the ice shattering its body.

“How is that thing still moving? He’s all messed up.” Oh my sweet Otouto is limited in his knowledge, can’t do an accurate analysis that way.

“Stay back everybody!” Stop interrupting Otouto All Might, geeze, have some fucking manners.

Nomu regenerated. All Might can die now.

“What is this!? I thought you said his power was shock absorption.”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t say that was his only quirk. He also has super regeneration.” I flashed a glance at my Otouto, he was listening to every word. Might as well brag a little. “Nomu has been modified to take you on All Might, even at 100% of your power. He’s basically a highly efficient punching bag that hits back.”

Nomu was back to 100%. Now then.

“First we need to free our method of escape.” The blond brat can die. “Get him Nomu.”

There was a blur as Nomu moved, and a crash a moment later. The kids went flying. I turned to check on Otouto, he seemed okay, if a bit ruffled.

“Such force.” He looked up, eyes widening. Oh no, don’t tell me he likes the dumb blond brat that called him useless?

“KACCHAN!” ugh.

He blinked and looked beside him. Where the blond brat was sitting. Stupid All Might.

“Kacchan? Whoa, that’s awesome, you dodged him!” My sweet Otouto didn’t notice yet huh?

“Not quite, but that’s okay, you didn’t see it did you. All Might moves fast huh?” Otouto looked at me in surprise, then turned.

“Wait, then how?” Oh the dumb red one, I wasn’t talking to him.

But Otouto had realized, his gaze was on All Might, coughing at the wall. Otouto is so smart.

“These are kids, and you didn’t hold back!?”

Did he not notice me killing the purple one earlier? No? Okay. Besides, the blond one was rude to Otouto. He deserved death.

“I didn’t have much choice though, He was threatening my companion. Besides, these kids are no angels. The blond Pomeranian was threatening to blow up Kurogiri, the spiky red one tried to punch me in the face, and ice ice baby over there froze Nomu’s limbs off. What kind of hero does something like that?”

I shook my head, “You think you can get away with being as violent as you want if you say it’s for the sake of others.” Otouto needs to learn. The heroes aren’t so good.

“Well, you know what All Might. That pisses me off. Why do some people get to decide that some violent acts are heroic, and others are villainous?” Was calling Otouto “Deku” heroic? Was that good?

“Casting judgement as to what’s ‘good’ and what’s ‘evil’. You think you’re the Symbol of Peace? HA. You’re just another government sponsored instrument of violence. And violence always breeds more violence. I’ll make sure the world understands that once you’re dead.”

I glanced back over at Otouto. The speech is for him after all. Good. He’s listening. I won’t let these heroes corrupt my sweet Otouto. Sensei would be so upset.

“You’re nothing but a lunatic. Criminals like you, you always try to make your actions sound noble. But admit it, you’re only doing this because you like it. Isn’t that right?”

“Heh, maybe when we came. But no, I do have my reasons now. Heh heh, you couldn’t understand, All Might. You’re a barbarian, racking up exp by beating up anyone in your way. Going for all the boss fights. Well this will be your last one.”

All Might growled, and the kiddies started talking.

“We’ve got them outnumbered.”

“And Kacchan found the mist guys weakness.” Otouto could’ve if he’d had a moment to consider it. Stupid blond.

“These dudes may act really tough, but we can take ‘em down now with All Might’s help.” Loser red hardened his body, “Let’s do this.”

“Don’t attack!” All Might moved in front of them again. “Get out of here.”

“You would’ve been in trouble earlier if it weren’t for me, remember?” Ice rink readied for an attack, “You need our help.”

“I thank you for your assistance, but this is different. It’s gonna be alright. Just sit back and watch a pro at work.”

And you know, attacking us without us striking first is against the law. Which they should know.

“But you’re too hurt, you’re bleeding.” Ah leave it to Otouto to notice the injuries, and he’s right. All Might will die now. “You’re almost out of-“

Oh? What’s that. Did Otouto find out something about All Might? Some weakness, and now he’s worried.

“Heh, don’t worry, we’ll kill you quickly, All Might.” I stepped forward, talking time is over.

“Nomu, Kurogiri, Kill him. I’ll deal with the children.” Blondie is dying, maybe snowflake too. Not sure about loser red. He’s not interesting. Otouto is of course going to be left alone, not going to let him get hurt.

“Let’s clear this level and go home.” I’ll bring Otouto with me, Sensei needs to know that he now has a quirk. And that its apparently one that breaks his bones.

I lunged for the kids, aiming for the blond. Kacchan I think. “Huh” I turned. All Might.

He zipped right between me and the kids and kept moving. He and Nomu met head on. The explosion sent us flying.

“Weren’t you listening? One of his powers is shock absorption.” Is he dumber than I thought? I know he’s barbarian class but still.

“Yeah? What about it?”

Huh?

He kept punching. Otouto was being blown back. He’d better not put Otouto at risk.

“no, I can’t get near them”

Why is Kurogiri even hear at this point?

“He said your quirk was only shock absorption, not nullification! That means there’s a limit to what you can take, right?!” All Might was yelling as he fought Nomu. Acting like Nomu had any sense of self.  

They were exchanging punches too fast to really follow, All Might rearing back as Nomu hit him hard, Nomu stumbling, you couldn’t even see their hands they’re moving so fast.

“So you were made to fight be big guy? If you can really withstand me firing at 100% of my power, then I’ll have to go beyond that and force you to surrender.”

My eyes widened, he’s actually forcing Nomu back! He sent him flying!

“A real hero, will always find a way for justice to be served!”

He leapt up, grabbing Nomu, sent him crashing down.

“Now for a lesson. You may have heard these words before, but I’ll teach you what they man. GO BEYOND!” He reared back, “PLUS ULTRA!”

Nomu went crashing out of the building entirely, right through a window.

No, how dare he!

“I really have gotten weaker. Back in my heyday, five hits woulda been enough to knock that guy out. But today it took more than 300 mighty blows.”

That bastard. How dare he do this. We were so close. So close to defeating him. And now…

“You’ve been bested villains. Surrender. We all want to get this over with quickly.”

“He cheated.” That’s the only way he could beat Nomu. He was designed to counter All Might. Sensei equipped him with everything necessary, we bumped his level all the way up. How dare he!

“What’s going on here. He’s just as strong as he’s always been! Damn it. Don’t tell me I was lied too. His level should be lower, but now, he’s matching my highest leveled fighter.” I snarled lowly, this wasn’t going according to plan.

“What’s wrong? Not attacking me? Didn’t you say you were going to clear this level earlier? Well come and get me, if you dare.”

I recoiled. This was bad. I couldn’t afford to get beat here. Sensei needs to know about Otouto. And I’m not about to lose in front of Otouto. I glanced at him, he looked… worried. For All Might? Or for us? I can’t tell.

“What, are you scared?”

“uh” I scratched my neck, the itch was worse than ever. “If only Nomu was here. He’d rush you right now.” I scratched frantically, I need to get rid of the itch. “Pound you into the ground without giving it a second thought.”

“Tomura Shigaraki.” Kurogiri. “Please, do not fret. Look at him, he has definitely weakened.” I paused, lifting my head. “Nomu’s attacks were successful.”

I blinked, oh. Otouto, Otouto is worried for All Might. He always was such a fan.

“He’s on his own, the children appear to be frozen in fear. And look, our underlings are recovering. We likely have a few minutes before their reinforcements arrive. If you and I work together we can do this. We haven’t missed our chance to kill All Might.”

I dropped my hands considered the situation, a bunch of the NPC’s from our mob were starting to stand, Otouto’s group was hovering nervously, and All Might seemed rather injured.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” Otouto’s worry alone is enough for me, he’s an excellent analyzer. “This is it, we have no choice. We have to do it now. I mean, the big end-boss is right here.”

I charged, Kurogiri right beside me. All Might will die.

“Consider this revenge for what you did to Nomu!” Sensei gifted Nomu to me, he’ll pay for destroying Sensei’s gift.

I heard a whoosh. Turning, “what”, how did, how did Otouto get so fast, and he’s oh no, he’s doing something dumb, he’s charging right at us.

“Don’t you touch All Might! You stupid villains!”

I reached out a hand, careful to hold one finger away from where Otouto will be, I’ll shove Otouto away, and then finish off All Might.

BANG

My hand jerked to the side, I grunted in pain, a gunshot?

Otouto hit the ground hard. Are his legs broken?

“They’re here!” Stupid All Might sounds so happy.

Two more shots, neither hit me.

“Sorry everyone,” What? “I know we’re a bit late. But I got the teachers over here as fast as I could.”

Some idiot student yelled something about reinforcements, but I turned away to focus on Otouto. Other than multiple broken limbs, he seemed alright.

The teachers were attacking the mob I spawned.

“Oh no, the pros are here. It’s game over. For real.” I have to leave Otouto. Damn it.

“Lets go home and try this when we can- ARGH” I collapsed, BANG BANG BANG, three shots and I was down.

Kurogiri put a warp gate in front of me to shield me the from more.

“Lets go!” He started to warp us away, only for him to start getting yanked into the black hole.

Ugh, All Might, this is all his fault. “I may have failed to kill you this time, but your days are numbered! All Might. Symbol of Peace. I am going to kill you!”

The blackness covered me completely and I collapsed on the bar floor.

Urgh.

“Ow… shot in both arms and legs, all those underlings wiped out, Nomu beaten, and I had to leave Otouto behind. We failed. Those kids were so strong. And the damn Symbol of Peace wasn’t weakened at all! You were wrong Sensei. So wrong!”

“No I wasn’t.” Sensei’s voice came through the screen. “We just weren’t as prepared as we should’ve been.”

“I agree,” the doctor is there too, was Sensei having a bad day? “We underestimated them. Thankfully we failed under that cheap ‘League of Villains’ name and not our own.”

I snarled.

“And what about the creature the Master and I created? Where is Nomu?”

“Yes, why is he not with you?” Sensei is displeased. Damn it.

“He was blown away.”

“Oh shut up about Nomu. Who cares about him. We have more important things to be concerned about.”

“Nomu is a valuable creation an-“

“What is it Tomura?” Sensei cut of the doctor, sounding expectant.

“Otouto is at UA, and he’s in the hero course.”

#BNHA #BNHA fanfic #MHA #Mha fanfic #Izuku midoriya #dad for one #all for one is midoriya hisashi #Kurogiri #class 1a #mineta dies #minrou mineta dies #All Might #All for one #Izuku has one for all #izuku kicks butt #Genius Izuku #Smart Izuku #deku #Tomura doesn't like anyone really #except his Otouto #older brother tomura #good dad all for one

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O for Aizawa, Bakugou, and Hawks?

Have a bonus Minty bc I’m inspired~

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Hawks

Hawks is a changed man when he falls in love

Mainly because he isn’t the type to fall in love too often if at all, being as aloof as he is in his day to day

So when he does find someone that sparks some interest for him

He’s hooked.

It’s not noticeable to most people who run into this pro hero, Hawks being as lively and fun-loving as ever when in love

However, his sidekicks, who are with him everyday catch on and can figure that something is up, although what exactly remains a mystery

When they see their boss slow down to the point where they can actually catch up with him and god forbid, actually fight, the sidekicks assume its because he’s under the weather

Then they see him fly into a shiny glass window pane and then the small hunch becomes cemented

This is pretty good in Hawks’ eyes since he can have his head in the clouds without sacrificing his fans, believing that if word was out about him falling for you that his popularity would diminish as a hero

And to him, popularity is the most important metric to measure a hero’s worth with

Aside from how obvious he is and how in denial the world seems to be, as falling in love just isn’t a part of the Hawks persona, he changes his behavior when around you as well

He’s more annoying if anything, constantly bothering you when he gets the free time to do so and gifting you small presents

The same way a bird would do

“Heyyyyyyyy”

“…”

“I know you can hear me, (Y/N)~. I think I even see a blush on those cute cheeks of yours~.”

“What do you want, Hawks? Shouldn’t you be out on patrol?”

“Yep. But those sidekicks of mine seemed really pumped to get some action patrolling so I can take a small break.”

“That’s good…I suppose. Um, is there something behind your back?”

“Oh yeah, here~! It’s a nice watch.”

“I can’t accept this!! It looks so expensive, when did you even-…”

“Hmm? Weren’t you about to sing my praises~?”

“Hawks.”

“Yes~?”

“Is this blood?”

“Oh shoot. I didn’t clean it well enough, did I?”

“Did you steal this!? Why is there blood on it?”

“I got it from some villain robbing a bank. I swear it doesn’t belong to anyone else! Scout’s honor.”

“Okay, one. That’s stealing regardless. And secondly, scouts are an American thing.”

“Don’t worry too much about it! Not like the dude needs it where he’s goin’…”

“Did you say something?”

“Nothing!”

Katsuki Bakugou

He gets angrier when in love believe it or not

Most people in his position would be over the moon, all smiles and aglow with the effects of having someone they fancy all over them

But not Katsuki Bakugou

No siree

Instead, he’s more restless and irritable, snapping at anyone who might get too close

It makes the fact that he’s in love a little more obvious to anyone who have ever been around him for an extended period of time

Especially his closest friends.

“Dude, what’s up with you?”

“What the fuck are you talking about, shitty hair?”

“See? You’re calling me ‘shitty hair’ again!”

“Because your hair is fucking shit.”

“Something is definitely up with you today…”

“Fuck off!”

“Hey. Is this because of (Y/N)?”

“What the fuck makes you think it’s because of that extra!?”

“Oh ho ho, so it is them! You know, keeping your feelings all bottled up isn’t really manly. You’ve got to own up to-.”

“Get. Out.”

When it comes to you, he expresses his feelings by being a little pushy, always egging you on with insults as a way of encouraging you

If you fall behind, he’ll be there to light the fire under you and push you back up- in the same way, he’d help out Kirishima with his grades or with training.

And if you even catch a whiff of his attachment to you, he’ll back away with a huff, angrily and vehemently denying anything he could have for you

Tough love, all the way with this guy

However, he’s not about to make any moves anytime soon, so he’s able to tone it down quite a bit as his main goal has always and will always be to become a hero

The love life can wait.

Shouta Aizawa

Aizawa Shouta is a reserved man in all accounts.

He hates the media and he hates people digging their noses into his private life.

Therefore, his personal life remains as separated from his work life

And with that, his budding love for you

While it isn’t overtly obvious to the outside eye that he’s fallen for someone, an observant person can detect the changes this usually stoic and serious man takes.

While he’s critical on others, being in love makes him more…relaxed, as if love gives him the energy to take on and deal with more bullshit than usual.

“Heyyy, Eraserhead~!”

“Hmm?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to grab some drinks after work is over, you know, with your best friend~?”

“Sure.”

“Darn it, I’ll just ask you again to- WAIT!? Did you really say yes?”

“…yes?”

“Whoa, you never say yes to me!”

“Because you’re always asking me every single day!”

“What’s gotten into, dude?”

“You’re reading too much into it. I just need a drink.”

“If you say so…anyway, that aside. Drinks are on me!”

“As if. You’ll pass out before the fourth drink anyway.”

Being a bit of a tsundere, he isn’t the type of person to show his interest in someone so easily

At least in the conventional sense

He won’t blush or redden around you, even if you invade his comfort zone and practically throw yourself onto him

He won’t fluster and flirt either, keeping himself rather silent around you unless you initiate a conversation with him

In all honesty, you might never know that he has the hots for you if these are the signs you’re looking for

The only way you or anyone would be able to see him expressing his feelings is when he doesn’t believe that anyone is watching

For example, when walking along an empty street with you, he’ll unconsciously find his eyes drawing over to you, observing you

It’s not in a creepy way, no sir

He just finds you … interesting

Whether it’s whatever you’re currently babbling about or how you walk 

Finding idle amusement in watching you go.

Akira Shiryoku

Akira values his private life, it’s just the type of person he is, as odd as it may seem when compared to how outgoing he is.

He’ll go on and on about the weird cat he swears was meowing and following him on his way to school or the nice flowers smelled on his way home from work.

However, when confronted with questions about his private life, most likely by Midnight in the workplace, he’ll change the subject or outright shut down the conversation.

“Sooooo, Minty. Baby, you have to have someone, right?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You know, that person that makes your heart soar~. The lovely being that you want to spend the rest of your life with~”

“Oh, I definitely have someone like that! Haw haw haw!”

“Really? Tell. Me. Everything!”

“They have the loveliest, softest hair I’ve ever felt! They smell like vanilla cookies~. They also go with me almost everywhere… I don’t think I could live without them.”

“How romantic! My heart is beating just hearing you gush about them~!”

“…They should be here if you want to meet them~.”

“Oh my god, really? Who?! I have to meet them.”

“They’re right outside, hey~! Over here, Wan!”

“Woof!”

Only his closest friends would be able to tell without asking that this guidance counselor is in love.

The first sign is in how he treats the one he cares for, always seeming to take everything they say into account whenever he happens to bump into them, most likely monitoring their well being in his own way.

And like many childish children, he tends to tease the one he likes the most a tad bit more than how he’d tease any other friend or coworker. It’s just a small way to get their eyes on him.

Just harmless fun~.

In private, when he’s certain that there’s no one to overhear or see the two of them, he’ll be a bit bolder

Adding a tiny, flirtatious flair to his behavior and what he does around his crush, just to test the waters and see if they’re interested in him

Overall, a surprisingly subtle man when it comes to falling in love.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou #aizawa shouta #akira shiryoku #canon x reader #canon x reader hc

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Villainous Heroics - Chapter 10

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Summary: Eraserhead is an underground hero who is constantly busy and doesn’t have time to be dealing with new villains - even if they aren’t all that villainous and make the night interesting.

Present Mic is the latest up-and-coming villain in the world and he has a point to prove to everyone out there - as long as he doesn’t keep getting distracted by Eraserhead.

Aizawa Shota is someone who soon learns that there is more to someone than the mask they show to the world - especially when it comes to playing heroes and villains.

Yamada Hizashi learns that there is more to heroics and villainy than he could have ever thought - especially in a world where some heroes still care about those lost in the shadows.

(Inspired and dedicated to corndog-patrol’s Villain!Mic AU on Tumblr.)

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                                         Chapter Ten

‘What do I do when I have a problem I don’t know how to solve?’ Hizashi stared down at the text he had just sent, a bitter laugh leaving him as he shoved his phone away, not bothering to wait for Suzuki’s response. He was a mess… He couldn’t even solve his own problems without turning to ask his teenage co-worker. How pathetic.

What might have been more pathetic, though, was how he didn’t hesitate to jerk his headphones off to answer his phone when it showed she was calling him. He might have hesitated if he had realized how late it was, though. “Yamada. It is two in the morning and we open tomorrow. Give me one good reason to not find your ass and kick it.”

“Because otherwise you’d be the one stuck coming in early and making the cat muffins,” Hizashi shot back, trying to force cheer and charm into his voice. It was easier to do when he was dressed in the familiar leather outfit that had become a part of ‘Present Mic.’ “Suzuki-chan, you didn’t have to call me!”

“Yeah, but if I deal with this now, then I don’t have to deal with it in the morning when not enough coffee in the world can make your voice pleasant. So, come on, then, let’s get it out there. What’s this problem you don’t know how to solve? Is it something to do with your hero crush?”

Hizashi could never let her know just how right her guess was. Taking a breath, Hizashi tried to sort his thoughts out into words that would make sense, instead of the screams and shrieks that had been filling his head. “It’s… It’s a bit complicated, Suzuki-chan, but a lot of it has to deal with how I think I made a mistake.”

“Wait, are we still talking about your hero crush? Because, I mean, you’re making a mistake in how you won’t just talk to the guy, but this actually sounds serious. Holy shit, you know how to be serious?”

“It’s not as fun as it sounds,” Hizashi muttered, managing to barely hold back his bitterness from slipping through. “It’s not about my hero crush.” At least, not this part of it. “I’ve been doing some… side work. It was fun, at first, and I thought I was managing to get the attention I needed to do some good with it, but now I’m starting to doubt this was the right plan.”

“Uh huh. Is this side work like the type of side work that I need to find some bail money for you? If you’re in jail right now, then I’m not covering your shift tomorrow! I’ll make sure Jamie doesn’t, either!”

“I’m not in jail, Suzuki-chan,” Hizashi whined, long and loud and annoying to cover up the skipped beat of his heart. Suzuki was too smart by half, some days. “It’s nothing illegal.” That part was a lie, but it was for the greater good. “It was just something that was supposed to help, but now I feel like it’s only caused trouble.”

Hizashi had been careful when he had first planned this. Present Mic had been made to call attention to the shadows where the scum that were monsters, not villains but worse, were hidden. Loud, flashy, and impossible to ignore, Present Mic had been a plan to call the heroes’ attention to just what they had let slip through the cracks. He wanted to show the world, through force if necessary, that the heroes were useless at what they did.

The police were corrupted, teenagers were dragged out of their homes and schools and forced into work they didn’t want to do, adults were killed in back alleyways for a few hundred yen, and children were abandoned and locked up like they were cattle to be passed around. It was hell. The system had done good, but there were places like this that were abandoned.

There was no way that Hizashi would ever be a hero, and in this world, vigilantes were overlooked as much as the underground heroes. The only way to get attention was to be a pro hero, or… to be a villain. It had been the perfect plan, but instead of capturing the attention of others, it was his attention that had been captured.

“Well, are you sure it caused trouble? You said you were trying to do good, right? You must have done some good - I mean, you’re a sickeningly good person, Yamada.” No, he really wasn’t. “You feed your lunch to the strays outside and I know for a fact you cover the cost of people who have a hard time paying for coffee or food.”

“That’s just common decency,” Hizashi sighed before frowning at Suzuki’s scoff. “This job has done nothing but cause trouble.” He had maybe helped a few people on accident, but mostly he had just caused so much trouble when he had become more focused on getting Eraserhead’s attention over the media. No, it wasn’t even Eraserhead he was trying to get to look at him. It was Aizawa who he wanted to look. “A part of me wants to stop it, but I don’t know if I can.”

“If it’s causing you this much stress then I say drop it.” From the mouths of babes, hm? Everything was so simple to someone like Suzuki who was young and bright and had grown up in the age of All Might. “It can’t be worth it, can it?”

“I think it is.” Hizashi had grown up without the Symbol of Peace. He had been nineteen when All Might had made his debut and Hizashi remembered the darkness that seemed to cover all of Japan. Even with All Might now around, it seemed like all that darkness had only bled into the places that were already saturated with it. “Or at least, I thought it was.” No one had looked, though, and now after everything that was happening in the world…

“Well, if you think it’s good, then keep doing it. I mean, you’ve seen the news. I think we could all use a little good after those Nomu creatures and that Hero Killer,” Suzuki’s voice near faded out at the end, Hizashi hearing the tremor in it. “My sister was there, that day. She told me how terrifying those things were. They weren’t human, she said.”

“No, they weren’t,” Hizashi muttered, feeling agitation push him to walk faster. It wasn’t like he had planned on going anywhere when he had gone on his ‘patrol,’ but it had become too much of a habit after Aizawa’s disappearance. At least now it was a good way to burn off steam. “The Hero Killer wasn’t much of a human either, though.”

He could understand the man’s ideals - Hizashi had the same ones, after all. Shine a spotlight on all the fake heroes out there and force them to see just what was happening behind the flash of the cameras that were trained on them. The way Stain had gone about it, though, had been horrifying.

Hizashi wasn’t innocent. There was no way to be innocent after growing up the way he had, bounced around from one house to the next and often escaping into alleyways and dark buildings in the dead of night to try and pretend he was anywhere else. He wasn’t innocent, but he had never let himself become a killer. 

The system was broken, but there were good heroes in the world. Maybe they had the wrong ideals, some days, but none of them deserved to be killed for doing a job that involved helping and protecting people. The Nomu, on the other hand… Hizashi didn’t know what to think about those. There was no doubt a connection to the ‘league’ he had been hearing about, but that didn’t answer the question of what they were.

“Hey, you’re not walking around the streets this late at night, are you? You know that’s dangerous - especially with all this stuff going on!”

“Aw, are you worried about me, Suzuki-chan?” Hizashi cooed, amused that she knew that many swears. “I’m just getting some fresh air, no worries. I’ll be in at work bright and early tomorrow. I’ll even sing for you, if you want!”

“I would rather face off against one of those monsters.” Suzuki was silent for long enough that Hizashi was starting to wonder if she had hung up before he heard a soft sigh. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re a good guy, Yamada. Whatever you’re doing, well…” Suzuki fell silent, voice soft and childish as she finished, “I bet it’s pretty heroic.”

A quick goodbye and the call ended, Hizashi left staring ahead as he slowly lowered his phone, insides feeling like they were squirming around like snakes. Heroic. She had called him heroic. It was the greatest joke that he had been told throughout his life.  

Such a villainous quirk… Who would ever make you a hero?

He’d be a fine hero… But that quirk- It’s just so destructive.

It just scares me. That voice of his is so loud. He never listens. It’s such a problem. Really, how could he save anyone when all he seems to do is hurt people?

So clumsy.

He has no control…

He won’t shut up!

Let’s make sure that nasty quirk of yours can’t harm the other children.

No, Hizashi had never been heroic, and yet here was this seventeen-year-old girl who thought he was. It was the worst joke of them all, and yet the words wouldn’t stop playing through his head, warm and soft and stubborn and sounding as if they could be true.

“Heroic, huh.” Tucking his phone away, Hizashi slid his headphones back on and took a moment to suck in a shuddering breath. “Then what was the point?”

“-just muzzle the damn kid, already! The Boss could make a fortune with a quirk like this one.” The words were on the edge of his hearing, but Hizashi heard them anyways, direction changing at once to one of the alleyways that had a near hidden entrance.

It was one of the alleyways that no one wanted to be caught in at night, a straight line to a dead end that couldn’t be climbed or passed. It was a wall that had a kid pressed against it, entire body tensed and coiled and ready to fight back. His eyes, though, had nothing but fear as a man stepped forward with a muzzle.

“Yo, yo, what kind of party do we have going on over here!” Hizashi projected his voice and gave a beaming grin as all eyes turned towards him. Good. That meant they weren’t looking at the kid.

“What the hell do you want?” One of the men activated his quirk, fingers stretching and narrowing into sharp talons that looked sharp as knife tips. Hizashi couldn’t tell in the dark, but it almost looked like there was dried blood on them. “Get out of here if you know what’s good for you.”

“Oi, oi, there’s no need to be so rude,” Hizashi laughed, the sound edged with as close to a cackle as he could get before he shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled forward like he didn’t have a care in the world. “And you had better put your little claws away before you find them broken off.”

“What did you say you fucking-” One of the others, this one with a bull mutation quirk, stopped the guy and narrowed his eyes at Hizashi.

“You’re Present Mic.” Mm, that was more like it. “You helped take down some of the Drake gang, didn’t you?” Ah, rival gangs. How boring.

“They were annoying me,” Hizashi shrugged, motions loose and wide as he kept himself balanced even as he walked, ready to run forward or backward depending on what happened. “You never answered. What’s the deal with the kid? Looks a little scrawny for you all.”

“It’s none of your fucking business,” the one with talons snarled, the third member of the little group quickly shaking his head.

“Be chill, man, this is the guy that’s always going up against Eraserhead and coming out alive from it.” Behind them, Hizashi saw the kid straighten, eyes widening the smallest amount. Interesting.

The kid looked young - no older than fourteen or fifteen. He was dressed in some sort of jumpsuit that didn’t look like the average clothing choice for someone his age, and he had wild purple hair and deep bags under equally purple eyes. He seemed to know Eraserhead, though. Hm. This was turning out to be interesting.

“No need to worry, Present Mic, we’re not gonna hurt him much.” The last word had Hizashi tensing up at the same time as the kid. “He’s just a random to get that hero scum you’re always dealing with off our back.” Yet they were talking about selling the kid- Wait.

“Eraserhead?” Fuck. This kid seemed to know Eraserhead, so that likely meant that Aizawa knew who this kid was. Hizashi was starting to get a knack for stumbling into trouble, it felt like. “Well, now you got my attention.”

“Thought we might.” The man with the bull mutation laughed, loud and overpowering, and Hizashi caught a glimpse of a black tongue that was the calling sign of a Trigger user. He felt like punching himself because now he really had gotten himself into trouble, but, well… The kid looked scared. “We just need to put a muzzle on him and then we’ll be on our way.”

Eyes darting to the muzzle, Hizashi’s mind worked quick before he was throwing out a mocking laugh, “I know your gang’s style and subduing people isn’t your MO, is it? You probably don’t even know how to use that thing.” The silence was all the answer he needed and he thanked whatever gods were listening. “C’mon, then. Hand it over and I’ll muzzle the kid.”

“And how do we know you aren’t just gonna take him? Kid has a good quirk and we could get some money out of him.” What a suspicious little bastard. Hizashi hated that he had to wait before kicking their asses.

“You think I care about some kid with, what? A type of voice quirk?” The quick nod by one of them had him fighting off a shudder of revulsion. They wanted to muzzle a fucking kid. How fucked up did they have to be?

There we go. All nice and silent. Isn’t that better, Hizashi?

“Please,” Hizashi scoffed, striding forward and snatching the muzzle with a smirk. “It’s Eraserhead I’m after. We have some… unfinished business. If this kid can draw him out, then what’s the harm in hanging around for a while?”

“Be my guest.” This guy was getting kicked the hardest, Hizashi decided. Still, he gave a winning smile as he walked over to the kid, noticing the shaking coming from his shoulders. The poor thing had shoved himself up against the wall as far back as he could go, eyes angry and terrified as they narrowed at him. He didn’t look like he was bleeding, but he certainly looked banged up.

“Yeah, yeah, glare all you want, kid, but you’ll sit still if you know what’s good for you.” Crouching down, Hizashi glanced back at the men, raising an eyebrow. “Oi, oi, keep an eye on the fucking entryway and rooftops. Eraserhead isn’t going to be announcing his presence.” As soon as the three glanced away, Hizashi dropped the muzzle as silently as possible, swiping his headphones off and holding them in front of him so only the kid could see them.

“Alright, kid, stay fucking still if you know what’s good for you,” Hizashi laughed, loud and flashy just as he needed it to be. The second his laugh ended, he dropped his expression and looked the kid in the eyes. “Stay quiet, okay? I’m going to get you out of this, but you need to do what I say. Nod if you understand.” There was a second where the kid looked shocked before he was quickly nodding.

“Good, okay, you’re doing fine. You’re doing great.” Hizashi lifted the headphones, carefully fitting them over the other’s ears as he kept talking. From the angle he was at, it would look like he was using the muzzle. “You’re going to be okay. I promise you that I won’t let that fucking muzzle touch you, okay? I have a voice quirk, too, and I’m going to use it on these guys. I need you to hide behind that dumpster, though, okay? The one right beside us to your left. I need you to hide there and not come out until I give you a signal, got it?”

This kid definitely knew Aizawa with the way he calmly nodded, shifting just enough to not draw attention, but ready to leap behind the dumpster at a moment’s notice. Hizashi smiled, feeling anxiety clawing at him as he started taking deep breaths.

“Hey! You got that muzzle on him or not, yet!” Looking at the kid, Hizashi gave him a wink as he flipped his hearing aids out, sucking in a deep breath as he did so. As soon as his lungs were filled to the brim, he nodded. The kid scrambled away the same moment Hizashi jumped up, turned on his heel, and screamed.

Hizashi didn’t bother giving them the chance to try and fight back. All three of them collapsed at once, clutching at their ears and no doubt screaming as they started twitching on the ground. One of them threw up, but Hizashi didn’t stop until he was certain all three of them were unconscious and unlikely to move again anytime soon. His ears were ringing and the walls that made up the alleyway looked a little more crumbled, but Hizashi was at least satisfied that they wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.

There was bleeding coming from the ears of all three gang members, Hizashi kicking the muzzle towards them as he put his hearing aids back in. If they were lucky, they might even have some hearing left over after this.

Hizashi usually tried to hold back on his quirk and keep it from causing any permanent damage, but they had just tried to muzzle a fucking kid, so he could probably be forgiven for that one.

Glancing to the dumpster and fiddling with his hearing aids, Hizashi tensed and spun on his heel when he heard footsteps. He didn’t even manage to fully suck in a breath for a scream when he saw Aizawa staring at him and looking as startled and surprised as he felt.

“Mic?” Aizawa looked like he was going to say more before he sharply shook his head, stepping over the collapsed bodies. “Have you seen a teenager? Fifteen, black clothing, purple hair and violet eyes, pale skin, bags under his eyes.” The words were still a little muffled, Hizashi frowning as he fiddled with his hearing aids. “Mic?”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you. Give me a moment.” Fuck, it would probably take all night for his hearing to return properly.

“Where are your headphones?” Aizawa frowned, Hizashi almost cooing when he saw the man’s worry over him. “Why did you use your quirk without your headphones?”

“They were already in use, hero,” Hizashi chirped, walking over to give the dumpster two quick kicks. A moment later and the kid poked his head out from the small space he had crammed himself into, tugging the headphones down to rest around his neck as he gave a smirk.

“I didn’t know you were into screamers, Sensei.” A million emotions seemed to cross over Aizawa’s face, but it seemed to freeze on annoyance. That was probably Hizashi’s fault for bursting into laughter, but that was hilarious.  

“Don’t forget I can give you detention, brat.” Aizawa looked at them both before turning to look at the unconscious gang members. “What the hell happened?”

“Just a couple of assholes-”

“Language, Shinsou.”

“Just a couple of assholes, sir,” the kid, Shinsou, shot back, tension in his shoulders starting to drain as Aizawa walked over to them. “I’m okay, though. Your vigilante friend or whatever helped me out.”

“Oi, kid, I’m a villain, not a vigilante,” Hizashi frowned, catching his headphones with a little tsk when Shinsou threw them at him.

“No, you’re really not.” This little brat. He was like a clone copy of Aizawa. Actually, they really did look alike…

“Eraserhead.” Hizashi shot his gaze to Aizawa, the other startling at his sudden volume. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a child?!”

“I have a what?” Aizawa stared at him with pure and honest shock and panic. It was the most open expression Hizashi had ever seen from him and it was the most amazing moment of his life so far. “In what way does this brat look like my kid!”

Hizashi shot his gaze to Shinsou, the teen looking like he wanted to say some cheeky remark before he thought better of it, biting his lip. It was a familiar gesture that had Hizashi giving a loud laugh in his place, “C’mon, Eraser, don’t be so cruel to your son. You can trust me!”

There was a long silence where Aizawa seemed to be contemplating the best way to murder him before Shinsou was giving a small, quiet laugh, “I’m really not his kid. I’m more his… mentee, I guess? Sidekick? Intern? We’re kind of doing a late intern week thing.”

“He’s my student,” Aizawa rolled his eyes, setting a hand on Shinsou’s head. The teen seemed to lean into the contact, Aizawa’s lips twitching into a smile. “This is Shinsou Hitoshi.”

“Nice to meet you, little listener! I’m the one and only Voice Villain Present Mic!” The two gave him the same deadpan stare, Hizashi trying not to laugh. “Are you sure you two aren’t related at least a little?”

“Sensei is training me to get into the hero course at U.A.,” Shinsou said, looking like he wanted to roll his eyes. Hizashi was honestly surprised he could resist since he seemed to carry the same uncaring attitude as Suzuki did. “Apparently I ‘have the motivation but lack the necessary skills.’ I think that was his way of saying I suck, but I have promise.”

“Which you do,” Aizawa said. He did roll his eyes, looking as if he was used to the self-deprecating tone Shinsou had. “It’s no small feat to make it to the one-on-one battles in the Sports Festival, especially as a first year.”

“You were in the Sports Festival?” Hizashi wracked his brain, thinking back to the event. That had been when he had first caught a glimpse of Aizawa on the news when they had been broadcasting. He had not only learned that the school the man worked at was U.A., but he had also learned that Aizawa had looked near death and that had only caused Hizashi to worry more, but he remembered the students who had made it to the final battle rounds. Shinsou Hitoshi… Oh! “Right, right! You were the one with the brainwashing quirk!”

Hizashi saw both of them tense and he knew exactly why. There was more than one person in the world who had grown up hearing that they had a villain’s quirk. Softening his smile, Hizashi looked at Shinsou without any trace of fear. It was hard to be afraid when looking into a mirror, after all.

“Your quirk is amazing, Shinsou-kun.” There it was… The teen looked at him with wide eyes and a hitch of his breath. “You did great in the Sports Festival, too! It’s not an easy thing to make it that far, I bet. And you could do so many good things with that quirk!” Because it was his quirk. Not a villain’s, not a hero’s, not a vigilante’s, but a quirk that belonged to Shinsou and Shinsou alone. “You’re going to be an amazing hero one day.”

Hizashi was almost afraid that the teen was going to end up crying, because he knew that he would start crying if he had been told that at fifteen. Instead, though, the kid gave him a bright, beaming smile with wet eyes, “I’m going to be the number one underground hero.”

“Those are some big shoes to fill, but you seem to be well on your way since you have the current number one training you,” Hizashi grinned, giving a wink at Aizawa. For a moment, Hizashi could almost fool himself into thinking that the man had blushed. “So, then, Eraser. Off to jail with me?”

“Hm? Why? I didn’t see you do anything against the law.” Aizawa took out his phone, looking bored. “I do need to call the police to pick up these three, though.”

“Yeah, kind of weird they collapsed out of nowhere,” Shinsou nodded, the two of them having the exact same grin. Hizashi was certain that they had to be related at least a little bit.

“You might want to get out of here, though,” Aizawa said quietly, face going back to being blank, but amusement hidden in his eyes. “That police captain seems to have it out for you.”

“Alright, alright, I’m going,” Hizashi pouted, glancing to Shinsou. Hm. He would have tried to flirt with Aizawa a little more, but he didn’t want to traumatize the kid too badly. “See you later, hero. And I expect you to be out kicking ass one day, herolet!”

“That’s not a word even in English,” Aizawa complained, unable to keep the sour attitude up in the light of Shinsou’s laugh. Hizashi couldn’t blame him. The kid looked like he didn’t laugh very often.

“See ya later, Voice Vigilante.” Cheeky brat. He was going to be a great hero.

It wasn’t until hours later, long after Hizashi had climbed into bed under ratty blankets with Snowball purring loud enough that he could hear even with his hearing aids out, that Hizashi realized what he had done.

Somehow, against all odds, Hizashi had used his quirk and had ended up saving someone. A quirk that was destructive and dangerous and meant for a villain, and he had used it to protect a kid and keep him safe. It…

It felt good.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #erasermic #villain!mic #corndog-patrol #villainous heroics

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Family Christmas

Aizawa x reader

He remembered when you first met... there had been a miscommunication between the police and a number of heroes including himself. The tension between the two parties had escalated to the verge of a physical fight between a few of the more outspoken members when he first became aware of your presence. You had been so calm and level headed and were able to sort through the mishap after only a few minutes of listening. He was impressed to say the least but was curious if it was attributed to your quirk. He soon learned it was just your personality and you were an informant for the police that came in for special cases. He saw you several times after the initial meeting while the case lingered unsolved much longer than anticipated but had little time to speak to you until one day you met him in the hall way upon his arrival.

“Ah, Eraserhead right?” Your big eyes blinked at him and a small smile graced your face when he nodded. “Here” handing him a coffee “ I wouldn’t go in there right now if I were you... they are being a bit... unreasonable right now. I’d give them a few minutes.” You then introduced yourself and briefed him on the new developments. He found you easy to talk with and your voice was soft, something he quickly figured out he really enjoyed. Over the next few weeks he learned more about you and began to share more about himself, by the end of the mission you had defended his absence during the day while he continued his teaching, he had confronted those in charge for over using your quirk for the case, and you both kept each other company and sane. As the mission had wrapped up he knew he had to do something or he may not get the chance to see you again with his two jobs and your work with the police, so he took action and asked you out before you had a chance to say goodbye. You had been surprised but that look had melted away and was replaced with a wide smile by the time he finished talking about the pros and cons of a relationship with him and how difficult it would be, him being a hero and teacher after all. You had been amused by his shock when you accepted.

That had been several months ago. Overtime you had both found a comfortable rhythm in your lives, spending as much time as he could spare together. He had moved in even though he lived in the dorms and looked forward to each time he got to come home to you.

You.

He loved you.

“Shouta!” He blinked owlishly and looked at you.

“Eh?”

“Are you alright? I’ve been trying to talk to you for a bit now” concern creased your brow. He hummed reassuringly. “Well we are almost there.... thank you for coming, I know it’s not something you normally like but it means a lot to me.” You smiled but kept your attention on the road.

Aizawa sighed through his nose “I don’t mind so much. Though I’d rather not have had to wear this.” A knowing smile crept up on your face as you glanced at your boyfriend, he had his hair pulled back the way you liked best and was wearing nice pants and a green Christmas sweater with cats on it. You were wearing a matching red one, both compliments of your mother. They had arrived in the mail a few days before and even though Christmas was still two weeks away you had both donned them for the early celebration your family decided to have.

“I appreciate you doing this.” You reached out for his hand which he gladly accepted and pressed a kiss to your knuckles before holding it in his lap. The rest of the ride was spent in quiet conversation and expectation. Shouta hadn’t met your parents in person before, only on video chats and phone conversations, and meeting them and everyone else for that matter, at a big family event wasn’t something he looked forward too. But here he was, in a car loaded down with presents and food, heading for your grandmothers house.

A few short minutes later you had pulled into a cozy neighborhood littered with nice houses and Christmas decorations. You squeezed his hand as you parked in front of one before turning off the car. Taking a deep breath he exited the car and carried the box full of presents while you carried a pan of food. He followed you to the door and nodded to some people you greeted that were hanging out outside. One person opened the door for you both and you were greeted with a shriek of excitement from who he recognized as your mother. She took the food from your hands and hugged you and calling your fathers name “It’s about time you made it! Now all we are waiting on is your aunt and her bunch and no telling when they will get here.” She ushered you inside and aizawa followed right as your father joined her. “Oh Shouta! You came! I’m so happy you are here. Look dear she brought Shouta! I was beginning to think she was keeping him from us!” Your mother exclaimed as the box he was holding was taken from him and he was pulled into a warm, and very tight, embrace. Your mom continued to chat about him meeting all the family and other things as your father shook his hand and patted his back. Your dads welcome was much shorter but equally as friendly full of pleasantries. After the initial greeting you managed to pull aizawa to you and away from your parents.

“Are you alright?” You asked him after a few more family introductions and awkward hugs for him “I don’t want you to get overwhelmed.”

“I’m fine... it’s not completely terrible and it only happens really once a year right?” You laughed gently and confirmed, leaning into him he wrapped his arms around you and held you while resting your foreheads together. Your quiet intimate moment was interrupted by the sound of camera and a flash. Pulling away from each other abruptly in surprise you found a cousin of yours grinning cheekily behind a camera before running off to take more pics. You sighed but smiled as Shouta hugged you briefly from behind and kissed the side of your face.

A bit later you had been separated from Shouta as you were asked to help get the food ready but your dad came to his rescue when he found him being questioned by some well meaning family about babies and marriage. Shouta has never been so relieved to be sat on a couch beside a man he scarcely knew and soon found that your dad was much easier to talk to than most others he had met. You had definitely taken after your dad in your quiet personality but you had your mothers looks. He smiled at the thought of you. Sitting back he was content in watching most the antics from a distance. He could see the young men of the family running around outside through the window and most of the women were in the kitchen.

“Hey, I’m going upstairs for a minute. All the kids are up there and I’m going to say hi and let them know to start getting ready to come down for dinner.” You had appeared near Shouta handing him a drink and kissed the side of his head. He watched you until you were out of sight before turning his attention back to your dad. When you returned he was listening to an uncle of yours describing a hunting trip he had been on. Shouta had mastered the poker face but you could tell he was dying a bit on the inside. You sat on the arm of the couch next to him and ran your hands through his hair. Immediately he turned to you and asked about the kids. “Oh they’re fine. The little ones have toys pulled out everywhere and some of the older girls are watching them. The oldest boy is really the only young boy of the family so he brought some friends from school and they have locked themselves in a room and are playing DND, i can’t believe he’s in high school now. I remember when he was born.” You stretched and then whined that these family gatherings make you feel so old now. Shouta pulled you into his lap and you both sat in comfortable silence as he laid his head on you and you curled into him. Even though the atmosphere around you both was pretty busy there was still a sense of peace. Your family had gladly accepted Shouta and the initial anxiety had worn off. He still felt overwhelmed but with you entangling your fingers together he knew it was manageable.

Or so he thought. Getting food was insane. Oh it smelled amazing and it started out easy enough. They had been asked to get in line and had plates in hand when the kids were called down. He never saw just one kid appear, it was as if a floodgate of children had been loosed. Plates were being held over heads, kids were screaming and running, crying over what food they did or didn’t want, young parents frantically trying to fill small children’s plates... did someone just throw food overhead? Once his initial shock wore off you helped him navigate his way through the line, watching where you both stepped. At times like these he was thankful for your patience and calm nature but he could tell you were getting frazzled. You ushered him to a table and went back for drinks. Sitting down Shouta sighed and ran his hand through his hair before picking up his fork and beginning to eat. The first bite had almost reached his mouth when a familiar voice spoke.

“Aizawa sensei..?” He looked up and froze. “What are you doing here?” Directly in front of him sat not one but three faces equally shocked, confused, and concerned. If he didn’t know better he would have thought time had stopped. It seemed to have slowed down as his thoughts rushed him, but before anyone could say anything a drink was sat in front of him. You placed your hand on his back as you sat down beside him smiling widely at him.

“I’m back! That was almost a nightmare” you took a bite and chased it down with a drink. Looking over at your boyfriend you quirked an eyebrow at the expression he was looking at you with “what? Are you ok?” He nodded then blinked slowly and turned to his plate. You watched him eat for a bit noting he was tense but not knowing why. You placed a hand on his leg and squeezed gently and looked over “oh hey Fumikage. I didn’t see you or your friends come down. How’s the game going?”

At first you were met by blank stares but then the boy next to fumikage spoke up. “The game is going well and the food is great, thank you!” You watched as one of his hands had morphed into a mouth and another pushing fumikage enough to break him out of his trance and he quietly agreed.

Nodding you ate a bit more then turning back to Shouta you said “this is my younger cousin I was telling you about and his friends he brought from school. Fumikage this is my boyfriend Shouta.”

“You’re dating aizawa sensei?!” The poor boy was so shocked and you choked on your drink. Coughing a bit you looked between Shouta and the kids and then you laughed, the awkwardness of the situation hitting you.

Wiping your eyes you apologized and attempted several times to talk about things with either Shouta or the kids but it was painful. Eventually when you were both done eating you pulled Shouta away asking if he was ok. After reassuring you that he was fine and it was just unexpected you explained to him about how the Tokoyamis were related to you. “The crow likeness runs on his dads side of the family and he’s related to us on his moms. So we have different last names. His dad had to work today but that’s his mom over there.”

It was getting close to time for the gift exchange and you couldn’t find Shouta. You had helped clean up after everyone was done with dinner and had sat down with your grandma for a bit. She had talked about her time with your grandfather and asked about Shouta. She was very approving of him from when she had met him earlier in the day and enjoyed your stories about him. But now the whereabouts of this man of yours was a mystery.

Heading upstairs you asked one of the kids if they had seen a man in a green Cat sweater with long black hair pulled back come up and they pointed to the door tokoyami and his friends had been playing dnd in. Getting close you could hear voices but they were too muffled to understand so you knocked quietly. Tokoyamis quiet friend opened the door for you to come in. He was a sweet boy but you had never heard him speak. Stepping in you looked to aizawa who was standing near the game table. “Everything alright?”

Everyone nodded at you “yes, we are just making a deal on not speaking about this l at school... or ever.” Tokoyami answered. You smiled but quirked an eyebrow at them as Shouta walked to you.

“Alright I guess, if it’s that important to you all. It’s time to open presents so if you want...” You were cut off by the three boys running past you. You laughed and linked hands with Shouta once again. “Come on let’s join them”

Downstairs everyone had made a place for themselves and you and Shouta found a place in one of the corners of the room. You sat with your back against his chest as one of your uncles became the designated person to pass out gifts. “My grandma really likes you, really everyone seems to like you but she really does.”

“You think so?”

You hummed in affirmation “yes. She also said you are very handsome and we will make beautiful babies one day.” He buried his face in your shoulder and you smiled knowing he was blushing. “You want to go home after this?”

“Sure, if you are ready.”

Gifts were exchanged, laughs were had, and Love was shared. Overall is was a great Christmas celebration but you were ready to go. You said your farewells and loaded up the car. The boys came down to see you both off having eased up with their teacher being around. You stood to the side as they reminded each other not to say anything at school, swearing it to each other.

“Hey guys! Over here!” All four boys looked in your direction to be met with a blinding flash. Both you and your same cousin with the camera smiled cheekily. “Thanks guys, I just wanted a pic of all you in your Christmas sweaters.” You laughed at the glares you got and finished saying goodbye.

Aizawa opted to drive home and held your hand as you discussed the days events. He assured you he enjoyed himself and wasn’t going to leave you for anything your family did. You laughed and rode the rest of the way home in comfortable silence.

You awoke to aizawa lifting you out of your seat and carrying you inside. He unloaded the car as you changed into one of his shirts and crawled into bed. Shortly after he joined you in just pajama pants “we don’t have anywhere to be in the morning so I hope you let me sleep in.” He said with one arm covering his eyes.

You watched him for a minute then leaned up and kissed his lips softly. “I won’t wake you, you deserve to sleep.” He hummed. “Unless you want to make beautiful babies.” You whispered against his lips kissing him quickly then rolling over and settling into bed. Shouta pulled his arm off his face and looked wide eyed at the back of you as he felt his exhaustion melt away being replaced by something different entirely. Running his hand over your side and kissing your neck you felt a low growl in his chest and knew sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon.

Rolling over you met him in a heated kiss

“I love you Shouta”

“Mmm I love you too”

#lets try this again #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #my hero academia #christmas oneshot #fumikage tokoyami #just for fun