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sansxfuckyou · 1 year

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Me? Traitor? We dealt with this a long time ago

Summary: Denki gets taken in for interrogation. Again. Except this time, this time they hook me up too a Quirk Prohibitor- he gets a little bit too static and all the bad times come rushing back too him.

Warnings: Threats, makeshift weapons, implied human weaponry, implied abusive locations (?), brief mention of human experimentation, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: I haven't touched MHA canon in like, a year, occasionally a post drifts across my dash, but I have to indulge one of the reasons I came to Tumblr every now and then, also the Denki headcanon bin is knee deep so I had to try and empty it a bit, if you made it to the end of the fic, please leave a reblog.

A collar was strapped to his neck, the light on it was yellow, that meant it was failing to withhold his quirk entirely- he knew that, and so did Aizawa, among all the other heroes in the questioning room.

"So, why the Quirk Prohibitor for no reason?" The Kaminari asked calmly as he sat down in the only chair, wooden, a desk was across from it.

"You're the traitor," Aizawa said.

"Aizawa, we dealt with the whole 'UA traitor' debacle a while back man, don't tell me we're really doing this again," Denki said, the smile on his face forced as he reached up to his neck, running his finger along the prohibitor for the small ventilation cracks, they fell right off it too much pressure was applied on them, "you should get better Quirk Prohibitors- this ones kinda weak."

"No, you are the UA traitor, you were in cahoots with the traitor at least," Aizawa accused, tone sharp enough to make Denki flinch.

"You did a background check on the Kaminari name, you know my history with the LOV was prompt and unwanted, you know I had nothing to do with the traitor," Denki said, he began applying pressure to the Quirk Prohibitor, "this collar is really chafing me, can't you hook me up to one of your old chairs? I know you have one somewhere in this school." Aizawa seemed stunned at the out of pocket accusation, Denki took it as a sign he was correct.

"No we can't hook you up to one of our old chairs, not unless you're ready to speak," Aizawa threatened, Denki shrugged his shoulders, his collar coming off in two, before Aizawa could ask, Denki answered.

"Touya taught me, even if I didn't know, I could've overloaded it," Denki explained, "no matter the light someone can break it if they try hard enough, green just means you have at least five hours, yellow means two and a half, red means you have zero time." Denki tilted his head to one side, then the other, static started to gather; he held up the two pieces of the Quirk Prohibitor, strikes of electricity flickered between the clean edges, acting like a taser.

"Don't even try getting violent," Aizawa said, activating his own Quirk, zero effect, Denki stood up from his chair and made his way to the door.

"I won't, I don't want to get expelled," Denki said, he looked back at Aizawa, "contact lenses." Cement shot up between him and the door, he turned back to them, pressing his back too said concrete

"Just tell us what you did too help the traitor and you'll be free to go on your way," Aiazawa demanded, Denki held up the makeshift tasers and took a step closer, Aizawa tensed.

"For a pro you sure are scared of a level two weapon," Denki said, dropping the tasers as he stepped closer, trying too dig under the pro heroes skin, "there, now I'm a level one point five, but, that was before the installed the new rating system, I could be a full five now, the highest danger rating." The threat that he could be considered a level five weapon was enough to make the energy of the entire room change, it gave him leverage, "although, I'm probably closer to a four considering it was only yellow."

"Four?" Aizawa couldn't help but slip, the golden gaze mixed with the static filling the room was disarming.

"Yeah, level four, one can take on up to three pro heroes at a time, doesn't slip up during interrogations, and never, I repeat never, deviates from the mission," Denki explained, his knowledge on the rating system impressive if not alarming, "or you know, they have a series of other bits and pieces of knowledge and skill that allow them too rank up."

"What kind of skill and knowledge would that consist of?" Aizawa pressed, Denkis smirk was clearly knowing, but he wouldn't tell.

"And why should I tell you? You're the one stealing my sleep time, I wouldn't tell you if you had a gun pressed to my head," Denki said, as if on cue, he felt a barrel be pressed to his head, he didn't bother checking to see who it was, "and at that I know you're all too afraid of your records being tainted to actually pull the trigger- I'm leaving."

Denki pushed away the barrel before turning to leave, the cement coming back down, his hand was on the doorknob, but he didn't leave yet, instead turning back once more.

"And for your information, you all suck at interrogating people, you already have the information you need," Denki spat at them, venom laced his voice and it was painfully clear how tired he was, he was sparking with every word he spoke, he needed to discharge, "I explained what a level four is, you can guess the rest."

This time when Denki left, his pace was hastened, too much electricity was in his body and bubbling up between his pores- why did he let himself get worked up? He was running out of excuses for offering too charge peoples phones when they were still at eighty percent, he was running out of light bulbs too shatter. LED, Halogen, CFL, they all loved to shatter and get stuck in his carpeted dorm floors, hence why he started wearing socks everywhere no matter the time. Still, he finds himself opening his bedroom door and flicking on the lights, heading straight for the cupboards, one bulb.

He holds it between his hands and tries too slowly, ever so slowly release electricity, as to not shatter the bulb before he feels safe in his own body and too prevent himself from going dumb. Unusable, too prevent himself from becoming expendable as the League put it, he knows that's only semi true now, but they drilled it so far into his brain that he can't but think it whenever he can feel his sense of self slipping. And a killing machine, that's what he is when he's like this, full of electricity to the point of being potentially fatal to the touch, he never understood how he was just a level two when he was Quirk was treated as a weapon to be honed.

Shatter.

This time he can feel the shards rest on his hands and hear them plink into the sink he held his hands over, he still has too much electricity, his phone? He rushes over too his bed only to find it at twenty five percent, it'll help, but it isn't quite enough too make him stop feeling like he's shaking in his own skin. He holds the charging cord between his teeth and he swears that it makes his tongue go numb whenever he does this, but he doesn't quite care. One hundred percent, he's still so far away from feeling normal again, he hasn't felt this dangerous in years and he hates it- he's going to hurt someone like everyone always told him too when he was in the LOV.

He heads to his closet and pulls out a box hoping for the best, decorative lights, rechargeable batteries, anything would do him immeasurable good at the moment. He finds a string of mostly burnt out lights, he doesn't even think before sticking the forked end inhis mouth, he just wants to stop feeling like an animal. The lights that still work light up in a second and he sits there, his electricity just draining until he startles at the sound of a light popping, he spits out the metal.

He supposes that he feels good enough too sleep now, but comparatively he was sleeping like Gods before he got dragged out of bed for that shit interrogation.

They already know everything about him that the government does.

What more do they want?

The journal from his LOV days?

Useless too them, and it meant everything to him, that information was dated now, but it was the only thing he had aside from the clothing on his back when he was in that vile hole. It got updated recently, but he still remembers it as a series of cold cells where him and his fellow experiments and trainees were held. All that journal would tell them is that his Quirk wasn't always like this, that it used to be a lot less controllable, and more of a self destruct button if he wasn't careful.

He'll never let them even know that journal exists.

It would tell them everything he needs to keep secret.

#mha #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #denki kaminari #shota aizawa #kaminari denki #aizawa shota #league of villains #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #tw threats #tw weapon #tw implied abuse

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bibblelevi · 3 years

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WHAT IS GOING ONNNNNNNN I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER FUCKIN BAKUGO RN

#THE INSTA EDITS #IM IN A CHOKE HOLD #also that 5 seconds of shirtless action in this ep #god fuckin pray for me you guys #GOD #AIAZAWA???????? AIZAWA?????????????????????#actually fuckin DADDY ove therr oh my god #OH MY GOD #this is so embarrassing.#to delete #mha spoilers

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class1akids · 2 years

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Wait, I just realized that Mic is holding a tablet. Are they having a hybrid meeting, linking up Aizawa from the hospital?

If he’s involved in the school stuff through people phoning him in - why the heck is he being kept in the hospital??? Options:

Hori wants Erasure out of play through the surprise attack on UA

There will be an attack on the hospital

#i miss aiazawa #he never got a proper reunion with the kids #bnha 337 #aizawa shouta

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sandiazoe147 · 4 years

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Del día que me aburrí y me transforme en el profe Aizawa XD

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smh0217 · 2 years

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Bakugo: This is such bullshit!

Aizawa: You can take that language straight to detention. Anyone else?

*Kirishima stands. Aiazawa and Bakugo eye him curiously. After a while, Kirishima pushes his books off his desk. Bakugo looks away, and Aizawa wonders what Kirishima is doing*

Kirishima: Uh... m-motherfucker.

Aizawa, sighs: Okay, fine. Detention for you, too, Kirishima.

Kirishima sits, Aizawa turns away, and Kirishima flashes Bakugo a thumbs up*

#Boku No Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #Katsuki Bakugo #Ejiro Kirishima #Shota Aizawa #source: I am not okay with this #incorrect my hero academia quotes

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coffeecakecafe · 3 years

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I just found your Danny Phantom x My Hero Academia au and I have a question. If Aizawa used his quirk on Danny would it work. Becaue Danny doesn't really have a quirk. I'm just imagining the absolute chaos which would ensue. Imagine Danny wakes up in a hospital bed. He turns to see Aizawa just staring at him with red eyes and his hair standing up. Then Danny just looks at Aiazawa hella confused puts up a peice sign and starts phasing thought the bed to leave. The confusion would be immaculate.

ok I mean like I did have Thoughts about how Danny’s powers would function under quirk rules or whatever but yours is funnier and therefore Superior

#I mean I think if I need it to be a mechanic I’m running w #Danny’s quirk being control/production of ectoplasm so his powers extrapolate from there #but again yours is funnier I love that for him #asks #dp x bnha #professional-binge-watcher

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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[ k i n k t o b e r ] d a y 15 - masterlist

↪ character: aizawa shouta [boku no hero academia]

↪ tags/warnings: +18, female!reader, punk/rock singer!reader, face-fucking, references to brat taming, light!brat reader, semi-public sex

↪ a/n: ahhhhh, i had this idea for so so long. punk/rock singer and aizawa have been living rent free in my mind for some weeks now <3

↪ featured playlist:

— bad reputation - joan jett

— paradise city - guns n’ roses

— hot for teacher - van halen

You took a second look at your broken fishnet, your fingers tracing the fabric. Memories on how it broke filled your mind making you smirk to yourself. You smoothed your faux leather skirt and stood up from your crouching position, looking at the other people on the stage.

“We’re good to go?”

The rest of the band nodded and you smiled. Passing a hand through your hair, you tapped the microphone twice and greeted the audience. They weren’t as enthusiastic or wild as the one you were used to, but after a long argument with your band you had agreed to accept performing in a higher-class bar. ‘It’s good money’, they had said. And they weren’t wrong, it definitely was better money than your regular shows at an underground bar gave you, but you felt like a caged bird. People with fancy shoes holding expensive drinks were looking at you like some sort of exhibition. And it kind of was. It was 80’s night for a reason.

The guitarist started the known riff and you did your best to put on a good show.

“And I don’t give a damn about my bad reputation…”

It was almost unnerving how people were still sitting down, shoulders slightly moving as they listened to you sing. You tried not to roll your eyes at them. Just one hour, you told yourself. One hour and you’re out of here.

You were in the middle of your fifth song and third beer when you started having fun. Your leather jacket was left behind on the floor and you were play-flirting along with the bassist, putting one hand on his shoulder as you sang to him.

“Take me down to the paradise city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty,” you sang along with your longtime friend. You laughed at your antics and then went back to the center of the stage. For once, you didn’t care the audience was still sitting down. Fuck them. You were having fun enough for all of them and were going to take their money at the end of the night.

Suddenly, most people started looking at the club entrance. Imitating them, your eyes darted there as well, and saw a group of men and women making their way to a big table. You recognized most of them as they were pro-heroes, but wondered what they were doing there. A black haired woman put a birthday party on her head and you assumed it was her birthday. Your eyes kept focusing on every hero in the group until they stopped at a familiar face. A familiar, tired face, whose eyes were widened like a deer caught in the headlights. You winked at him and then looked away.

The song continued as you interacted with the band, rattling your hair as you did so, and twirling just enough for your skirt to rile up but don’t reveal anything. You never expected to see Aizawa again in a place like this, and definitely not tonight. You looked over at his table again and saw him back to his normal state, unamused eyes and just watching all his coworkers interact. He probably didn’t want to be there, and a part of you wanted to keep messing with that.

Before they could change to the next song, you asked the band for a particular one. They went with it, the drum solo filling the club as you propped up your right leg on one of the speakers, platform boots showing off. The guitar followed on the solo and you looked again at Aizawa, who now had an irritated look on his face directed at you. His friends were looking at the stage with a smile, ignoring his friend’s stare. You just smiled back.

“Wait-- wait a second man, what do you think the teacher’s gonna look like this year?” you asked your bassist.

You couldn’t suppress the cheeky grin on your face as you sang. You tried your best not to look too much at that particular table, instead you moved around the stage, probably doing one of your best interpretations of the song. You grabbed the unused microphone stand and used it as support as you crouched down singing the chorus.

“Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I'm hot for teacher. I've got it bad, so bad, I'm hot for teacher.”

For the second time during the song you looked at Aizawa again and almost felt yourself getting wet from the look he was giving you. It was a mix of incredulity, anger and dominance that riled you up even more to keep on teasing him.

Faster than you had wanted to, the song came to an end, leaving you more hot and bothered than you had wanted to. The band kept on playing the rest of the songs planned for the night and you didn’t look at the table again, just focusing on finishing the set as fast as you could.

Your plans of going to the underground bar with the rest of the band went away when they decided to stay there to share a drink for a while. You stuck your tongue out at them and said your goodbyes.

The city streets were empty, but you paid no attention to that. You walked to the alley behind the club and lit up a cigarette. You watched the smoke slowly come out of your lips, dissipating on the cold air around you.

“That thing will kill you,” you heard a voice warning you. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

“I’ve put way worse inside my mouth,” you teased him, taking another drag. “Didn’t think of you as a fancy bar kind of dude.”

“I’m not,” he just replied, walking over and stopping in front of you.

“I’m guessing you’re here because you liked the show?” you said, a sly grin appearing on your face.You opened your mouth to say another joke, but Aiazawa grabbed the back of your hair and pulled it harshly towards him.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” he growled against your face. You bit your lower lip and tried to take another drag of your cigarette, only for him to slap it away with his free hands. “You think you’re so fucking funny with your song,” he said, your eyes setting of his again. The hunger you had seen while you were singing on the stage were back there.

“But I am hot for teacher,” you whispered against his lips with an innocent voice.

That was enough for Aizawa to push you down, making you fall on your knees. He unzipped his pants in front of your face and you couldn’t help but lick your lips in anticipation. For the past couple of months, riling him up so he showed his more dominant side with you. Without the need to be ordered to, you opened your mouth and he quickly killed it with his cock, already half hard from your previous exchange.

Never letting go of your hair, he let you bob your head up and down his length, your hands roaming up his thighs as you did so.

“So many hours spent taming you and you still don’t know your place,” he grunted, tugging your hair, eliciting a moan for you. “Maybe it’s because you’re enjoying this too much. But you couldn’t take any more, could you?” he asked, pushing himself just the tiniest bit down your throat. You took him with a groan and nodded at his words, the implication of his words marking your thighs press against each other. Aizawa smirked at your affirmative answer.

Suddenly, you felt him tug even harder at your hair, pulling you closer to him. Your throat made way for his cock, your nose almost grazing his crotch. He started thrusting inside your mouth at a rapid pace, deep grunts coming out of his mouth. Your hands immediately went to hold onto his pants, trying to ground yourself as he fucked your mouth.

“How am I going to fucking tame you if you’re enjoying this?” he spat, looking down at you. Your eyes quickly filled with tears from the abuse to your throat, but at the same time you couldn’t help the moans from coming out. Having him use you like that on an empty alley seemed like something taken out of your fantasies, as you’ve always used the back room or the men’s bathroom of the underground bar you had met. You could see his teeth as grinding as his hips kept moving.

Drool started dripping from your mouth and falling on your thighs only covered by the fishnet he had broken the last time he had taken you in a bathroom stall after a show. The memory of his pressing your head against the door of the stall as he fucked you from the back plus the view of the hot, disheveled teacher as he lost himself inside your mouth made you moan needily.

The vibrations of your voice made him groan and he quickened the pace. Soon enough he was releasing inside your mouth, the hold he had on your hair tightening even more. Aizawa pulled himself off your mouth and a bit of his cum fell on your tank top as you panted to get some air. He held your cheek in his hand, and you looked at him with a soft smile as he cleaned the corners of your mouth with his thumb. You knew your makeup was probably a bit smudgy and your lipstick was surely gone, but he still smiled back, even if it was just a small twitch of his lip.

Aizawa helped you stand up and watched you as you fixed your hair and checked your clothes, trying to clean off the stain on your tank top.

“I have to go inside now,” he said, his face back to his normal, apathetic self. You nodded, and fixed your jacket once more before leaning forward and placing a small kiss on his face.

“You know where to find me, teacher,” you winked at him, before turning on your heel and walking away.

#bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #aizawa shouta #aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader #mha x reader #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #bnha kinktober #mha kinktober #allie after hours

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writerbyaccident · 5 years

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May I get a piece where the reader who was in a relationship with Aizawa, disappears suddenly. He’s been looking for her for a year until one day she shows up, told him she left because she was tired of him always putting others needs before theirs, leaving him heartbroken. However after the reader is leaves, she is seen breaking down crying. Toshinori “comforts” her but she pushes him away telling she broke up with him and he better not kill Aizawa as promised. She’s Toshinori’s darling now.

two stories in one day? i’m spoiling you guys 😘

Breakups (Yandere ToshinorixReader)

Aizawa was simply walking down the street, minding his own business, when he glimpsed a familiar face. He paused, but then continued on his way, determined to ignore it. It couldn’t be you-you had been missing for over a year, finally finding you could never be so simple. And this wouldn’t be the first time Aizawa had thought he’d seen you. When you had first disappeared, he thought that he saw you everywhere. A face from across the street, a quiet laugh in a café, everything was consumed by the though of you.

He had been consumed by guilt when it first happened; he was convinced that it was your relationship with him that had gotten you into trouble. So despite everyone’s protests, he took on the case of your disappearance himself, exhausting every lead and running after any possibility. It continued that way for sometime, until All Might took him aside. Aizawa had never been that close with Toshinori, but that only helped him realize that what his fellow hero said was true: sometimes there is just nothing anyone can do. After some discussion, Aizawa handed over your case. He thought that he had finally begun to move on, to accept that he would never learn what had happened to you.

But as he continued down the street, he found himself looking back to where you stood. He peered closely, noticing that you seemed to be waiting for someone or something; you kept glancing around anxiously. The old tendril of sorrow, love, and guilt rose in his chest, surprising him with its ferocity. Knowing that he would never forgive himself if he didn’t approach you, he forced himself to walk in your direction. You were facing away from him, and he was tempted to tap your shoulder, but held himself back from fear that you would vanish yet again if he did. Instead, he simply cleared his throat. You turned at the sound, meeting his eyes with recognition. The recognition soon faded though and was replaced with shame and sorrow.

“(Y/N)?” he asked in trepidation. For a moment, you stayed silent, seemingly adjusting to his sudden appearance before you after so long apart.

“Aizawa-” He held up a hand, cutting you off.

“Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried everyone has been? We thought you were dead, (Y/N)! I thought it was my fault!”

“I’m sorry, Aizawa,” you answered, catching him off guard. “I shouldn’t have left the way that I did.”

“Then why did you?”

“I just couldn’t take it anymore. I understand that you’re a hero, but you were always so concerned with what everyone else needed from you. At a certain point, it felt as though you never considered what I needed from you, what our relationship needed. You were treating it as though it was a given, something that was just there, that you didn’t have to work for. I just couldn’t live like that.”

“So your solution was to disappear without a word to anyone?” he asked in frustration.

“I know it was wrong, but I needed to get away, away from the life I built with you. I needed space.”

“Space?” Aiazawa shook his head in disbelief. “You could have gotten space by just being honest with me.” He looked at you for a better explanation, but you just stared at him in silence, causing him to sigh. “Either way, you have to come with me to the police station.” At his words, you jerked back involuntarily.

“No.”

“The officer who has your case needs to see that you’re alive, (Y/N).”

“Then I’ll contact the police, but I can’t go with you.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t handle it, Aizawa. Please, just go. Go!” He took one last look at you, taking in your sad and bitter face, and walked away. He turned, digging his nails into his palm, before you could see the tears forming in his eyes. But in his hurry to leave, he failed to notice the tears that were in your own. Once he was out of sight, you moved into a back alleyway and let yourself fall apart. Pressing your back against the wall, you sobbed into your hands, knowing that it no longer mattered who heard you, all that mattered was that Aizawa wouldn’t. But before long, someone else’s hands grasped your own and gently pulled them away from your face. Toshinori stood before you, smiling sympathetically.

“I know, I know,” he soothed, brushing away your tears with his thumb. “It’s always hard, breaking up with someone. Especially for a person as kind as you: someone who would rather suffer themselves than hurt anyone else. But now that it’s done, you don’t have to suffer anymore, we can be happy.” You pushed him away, your rage finally finding a suitable target.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You’re the only one making me suffer here.” Toshinori narrowed his eyes, displeased with the hate he saw there.

“Now, (Y/N), we’ve discussed this,” he said firmly. “Everything you said to him was true, and you know it. He couldn’t give you the attention, the devotion, you deserved. He never loved you, not like I do.”

“Oh, so it’s love that has you threaten to kill my boyfriend?” you asked, voice thick with stiff sarcasm. Harshly, Toshinori grasped your chin and forced you to look into his eyes.

“It’s love that makes me protect you, even when you don’t want me to.”

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bluecryptic · 5 years

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Shirakumo

So we recognize the guy on the left as Present Mic so who's the guy on the right?

By just looking at the image we can tell that this unknown character is:

-A UA student given the uniform he's wearing

- Given the interaction shown between the two and what Aizawa is saying during this small flashback, I'd deduce that he's mostly likely an old friend of Aizawa's and Present Mic's from there school days.

This new guy appears when Aiazawa is telling Shinsou that he needs be confident in his abilities in order to grow, otherwise, he won't be able to help others. In the following chapter, where Present Mic and Aizawa are discussing how similar Shinsou is to Aizawa, Mic mentions a "Shirakumo".

It's too much of a coincidence considering that Shirakumo means "white cloud" and the guy from Aizawa's flashback from the previous chapter has light hair and a peculiar hairstyle that resembles a cloud. And both were brought up when Shinsou was somehow involved so it's pretty clear that Shirakumo is the guy from Aizawa's flashback. No doubt about it.

So now the question remains: Who exactly is Shirakumo and what happened to him?

A lot of theories are being cooked up about this and I want to give my take while the fire is still hot and despite a few panels giving us a few clues to work with, there's actually more to it when we realized.

First, there's Shinsou and his transferring to the hero course. This is when Shirakumo is brought up. And while Shinsou is compared to Aizawa from when he was younger, I think that Horikoshi was implying about their similarities in personality while perhaps Shirakumo had a similar situation to Shinsou, where he was a Gen Ed student aspiring to be a hero. Or maybe Shirakumo had quirk suited for villainy? Or maybe he was someone Aizawa tried to help get into the hero course like with Shinsou but failed? Or maybe all of the above. Who knows? Only time can tell.

Other fans speculate that Shirakumo is Kurogiri which actually makes a lot of sense when you think about but at the same time brings up even more questions that only Horikoshi can answer.

When I read the other fan theories about Shirakumo while also thinking about chapter 217, I couldn't help but doodle my interpretation of what Shirakumo looks like. He had something on his nose that looks like a scar and I tried to make his hair as cloudy as possible. As for his personality, I think given that he was friends with both Aizawa and Present Mic, Shirakumo had something of an outgoing and cheerful personality while also having a coolness and patience that compliments well to both Aizawa's and Mic's personalities.

Maybe with future chapters, I'll add on to my thoughts about this but for now, I'll just relax in the chaos that is my mind right now.

#shirakumo #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #chapter 217 #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #present mic #fan theory #my theory #fanart #horikoshi give us answers

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