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mysoncookie · 13 days

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BNHA Dabi Must Reads

Time Travel - Where I Adopt a Bunch of Brats by ILoveMyths2003

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Time Travel Fix-It, Dabi Centric, Dabi is not a villain, Dabi Redemption, Found Family, Fluff, Angst & Hurt/Comfort, Extremely Slow Romance | Wordcount: 140,894

╰┈➤ Has an On Going Series Called "The World Of Tomorrow"

In Which Dabi Realizes He's too Pretty for Villainy by azurefaeblue

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Not Canon Compliant, Pretty Dabi, Scarless Dabi, White Haired Dabi, Hawks is a Simp, Crack | Wordcount: 3,435

╰┈➤ Has an On Going Series Called "In Which Dabi Achieves His Dream of Becoming a Trophy Wife"

area cryptid upset no one bothered to inform him of his tragic backstory by crimsonseekers

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Amnesiac Dabi, Crack Treated Seriously, Identity Reveal, Hero Public Commission Bashing | Wordcount: 47,710

In Which Dabi’s Tits Save the League and Dismantle Hero Society by azurefaeblue

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, On Going, Social Media, Crack, POV Outsider, League of Villains as Family, Not Canon Compliant, Crack Treated Seriously | Wordcount: 23,688

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these are my fav fics from BNHA! you can tell who my fav character is based on all of these fics ksksksksk

I know its a short list but these are fics that I genuinely enjoy & reread all the time. I'll prolly update this list cuz I aint satisfied with this being so short but idk we'll see

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fairystar111 · 18 days

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Twisted Endeavor AU WIP:

Enji trying use of age regression to heal both Shouto's past trauma but also make him weak and under his control though this time in a softer way. He wants to take him away from hero work for good and keep him at home as his little baby, caring for him in a way he missed out on the first time around.

They were given a mandatory semester off to take in the aftereffects of the war. During this time his father had been very accommodating, a little too accommodating if you asked Shouto. Anytime he wanted or needed anything his father was right there one step ahead. Whether it be feeding Shouto, helping him walk to the bathroom, carefully bathing him when he was too weak to do it himself, helping him with his physical therapy or simply fluffing his pillows. He had allowed it, thinking maybe he was overcompensating for the past, Shouto did say he would give him a chance so he sat back and allowed himself to be pampered. Big mistake.

“Stop this! Stop pretending that I’m a child! Stop trying to coddle me!“

“You can’t take away the life I've built just because you want a do over. No, I refuse to accept this. I don’t care if I have to fight you, I'm leaving!”

His dad doesn't punish him, at least not with large pummeling fists or harsh screaming. No he just gives him a little white pill and covers his mouth until he swallows, he does, he doesn't fight it anymore. He used to but the man would just crush the medication into fine powder slipping it in his food and drinks throughout the day anyway. The pill weakens his muscles and fuzzies his mind, the man rocks him back and forth pacing the room whispering sweet words of affection until he deems him calm again. He is not calm but he's too tired to fight. At least Daddy’s not angry with us, his fuzzy mind supplies.

Soon his mind was starting to turn fuzzy on its own, no medication required. It scared Shouto. Sometimes he could feel himself slipping away. He would catch himself being sucked into the childish cartoons on the television or found himself smiling while playing with the soft foam blocks his father bought for him. He hates it but sometimes when his father leaves, whether to use the bathroom or make dinner, he finds himself tearing up wishing for daddy to come back, missing the man despite him being just down the hall.

#ao3 writer #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha #parental yandere #platonic yandere #yandere #shouto todoroki #endeavor #enji todoroki #fanfiction #fanfic writing #mha #yandere enji todoroki

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fandumb-thoughts · 3 months

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My favorite scene in my latest fic (One Time Only)

The sad middle aged men are sad middle aged men-ing

#endmight #endeavor #all might #my fic #ao3 fanfic #yagi toshinori #todoroki enji

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heyyallitssatan · 1 month

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I have made a fic

Theres the ao3 link if you want it, and the fics under the cut

She was always cold these days.

Frozen limbs, a sheen of frost always coating rarely uncovered skin.

It used to hurt, being so cold all the time, but it didn’t anymore. She didn’t feel it anymore, she didn’t feel much of anything anymore. All her emotions, frozen over, a thick layer of ice exacting them, never to be released.

It hadn’t always been like this. Once, she felt things freely, she felt her hands and toes and her lips weren’t permanently purple.

But that was before, before her mother burned her baby brothers face, before she was dragged off to a mental hospital kicking and screaming, before she gave her life to her brothers, before she became the mother hers could never be, before her life became theirs. But most of all, it was before Touya, her other half, her twin, her warmth, died in a blaze that left behind only a too small jaw bone.

Now was different, now was now, and now she was always too cold.

Her toes were the first to go, probably, but her fingers were the first she noticed.

It had been a year since Touya’s death, she was pouring her father tea when she dropped the pot and broke the cup. Her hands were numb, they always were since that night, and she couldn’t keep a hold of it. She was scolded, and disciplined, for her mistake. She spent hours relearning ho to hold a tea pot so that it didn’t matter if she could feel it or not.

It was almost a full year later when she realised it was her hands and feet she couldn’t feel anymore, she could move them, feel the movement, but she couldn’t feel touch, or warmth, or anything but that numbing cold climbing up her arms and legs.

She stopped using her quirk to do things after that, vowed against it, but it didn’t help. Frost slipped from her numb fingers to crystallise on her glass, her socks froze to the tatami mats of their home, and she didn’t notice.

She learned to watch her hands, and her feet, wherever she went, making sure she kept a fight hold of her quirk.

Her breath was next. She didn’t notice until Natsuo mentioned that her breath was clouding by her mouth, just too cold for the air. She checked, and realised her lips had turned purple at some point, nothing extreme, just a tint to her lips that wasn’t quite natural. She realised her skin had taken on an unnatural blush. She was sixteen when she started wearing make up.

She was twenty now, and the numbing cold had climbed up her arms and legs. Everything below mid thigh and shoulder was numb now. She had taken to always wearing thick covering clothes. She wore thick pants and long skirts no matter the weather. Sweaters and long sleeve blouses in the middle of summer. She had always been cold natured, no one noticed.

No one noticed, until she started wearing gloves. They were nice, expensive, and specially made to keep out the cold. If they could keep it out, they could keep it in. People noticed, gloves were too weird, but she was always cold, maybe it was okay.

She couldn’t keep her hands from frosting over anymore, and they always looked a bit blue, she thought that was more worrisome than gloves.

She was right.

She had taken to the hottest showers she could get, and when that wasn’t enough to warm her limbs, she went further. She had the body for a fire quirk, the heat couldn’t hurt her. She started boiling water in the middle of the night, when everyone else was long since asleep, it wasn’t like she could join them anymore. She was always careful to take the kettle of the stove before it could squeal, she cared infinitely more that her brothers got enough sleep than if she got warm. She’d finally take her gloves off, and pour the water over her hands in the sink, fill a small tub to set her feet in, all the while rising steam warmed her lungs.

It was as close as she could get to being warm again. It was as close as she could get to Touya again. Though, she supposed his body was just as cold as hers now. Those were dark thoughts, thoughts she only gave voice to on late nights like these, when no one was around to see the tears freeze to her waterline.

She was always cold, always numb, but she could still feel some things. Love for her brothers, all of them, was the first thing on that list, and sometimes the only thing.

Tonight was one of those times, when she was watching her Father and her baby brother fighting Touya. That was Touya, he was alive. He was alive.

That was all she could think about, he was alive. She lost control of the frost, it was covering the floor her feet were on, the couch she was sat on, little bits of it had started creeping up Natsuo.

She didn’t notice until he yelled at the cold. What did he know about the cold?

For the first time in a long time, her ice cracked.

She couldn’t bring herself to care that he was a villain, she couldn’t care about all the people he’d killed in the process, she couldn’t even herself to care that he’d attacked their Father.

She cared that he’d attacked Shoto of course, but that could be addressed later, after she’d seen him in person, confirmed it was really him, that he was really alive.

She never let herself consider it before, not even in the dead of night when no one was around to see the tears that never fell, it was the only thought she could never let herself give a voice to.

But it was true, he was here, he was alive.

He was gone again.

He left after the stunt, as quickly as he came. But she knew he was alive now, she found him once, she could find him again.

She hated her Father most of the time, deep down under cracking ice that let thoughts like that seep through now, but she couldn’t argue that his connections were helpful, and so was his money. She could afford to pay them to help her, and then to pay them again to keep silent. She couldn’t tell anyone what she was doing, Father would be so angry, and so would Natsuo. She didn’t know how Shoto and Rei would react, but she couldn’t risk that they’d tell the others, she had to do this alone. But what else was new.

She found him easy enough, about two weeks later. It was easy enough she didn’t think he was really hiding anymore. If he didn’t want to be found he wouldn’t have, he proved that many many years ago.

She sent him a message, through a hired hand, telling him to meet her at a nearby cafe, one considered neutral ground, where heroes and villains and vigilantes could meet without worrying about sides and fights. It was safe for them.

He met her there, he expected she’d been the one to send the message, the only one who would’ve wanted to meet him, the only one brave enough, even if she never saw herself that way.

He saw her, sitting at a little two person table with a coffee in hand. She drank too much coffee when they were younger, after Rei was taken, and he can’t imagine she dropped the habit, and if the shaking of her hands is any indication, it’s only gotten worse.

He sat down next to her, and she stared at him for a minute, not saying a word, but she didn’t smile at him, not a rare real smile that she showed only in the safest most vulnerable moments, not even the fake smile she used to placate Enji and calm Natsuo and Shoto. They never noticed, never noticed that that smile didn’t make her eyes twinkle quite the same, didn’t make her nose scrunch up just a bit. It fooled everyone else, but he had been there since she was born, he grew up with that smile, and he knew the difference.

Now she only watched him, and him her. She pushed a coffee toward him, and he broke his gaze just long enough to take a sip. He judged her coffee habit, but he wasn’t much better, at least when they younger, and she knew his order by heart.

That wasn’t his order, at least not his old one, rather it was closer to his order now. A White Russian, and it looked like she was sipping on the same.

“Since when do you drink?”

“Since Shoto and Natsu left and it’s just me and dad in the house.”

He huffed a humourless laugh, and so did she. Frosty breath fogged in front of her as she did, and that’s when he took note of the thick sweater, and winter pants, and gloves, all in the middle of August.

He was always hot, and honestly he was itching to get out of the meagre layers he was in now. He didn’t know why she was wearing so many thick layers, sure she was always cold, but he was pretty sure she was never ‘parka in summer’ cold. When he said as much she just huffed another laugh and shrugged.

He grabbed her hand, and she flinched, and that almost hurt, but it wasn’t the flinch of a civilian who just got grabbed by an S rank villain, it was the flinch of an abused little girl that hadn’t expected anyone to touch her. Scratch that, it hurt worse.

He wasn’t a family man, he hated Rei for abandoning them, He hated Enji for obvious reasons, he didn’t quite hate Shoto, but he was certainly angsty that he replaced him, and at best he felt indifference towards Natsuo. For some reason, he could never find it in himself to hate Fuyumi. Even at the lowest, when he hated the entire world, he couldn’t hate her. He could only remember how she patched his wounds, cooled his burns, loved him through everything, despite everything. He didn’t have room in his charred heart to live anymore, but she was spilling over with it, love for her brothers, her students, anyone who walked through their home. She even found it in herself to love some part of their parents, a part long gone, but she remembers it, loves it.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever be that strong, that brave. He left, he was a coward. But she stayed, protected her brothers, took care of them, carried the burdens of her family all alone.

He was built for the cool calm of the ice, but he got fire.

She watched him closely, her brother, Touya, Dabi, she didn’t care what his name was now, he was her brother, and he was alive.

She saw how his skin was stapled together, skin grafts and burns patched together. It almost looked like her first attempt at quilting, before she realised she was better at crochet. It was ugly and uneven, but she loved it anyway.

She saw the heat that radiated from his skin, a heat she had felt when they were young, heat that warmed her too cold skin, that fought the frostbite that threatened to over take her at every turn, when she couldn’t control her quirk as well. She missed that heat, until it grabbed her hand, warmth seeping through her glove.

She flinched, and she saw the hurt that crossed his face. She never meant to abuse that look, never meant to hurt him. She wasn’t scared of him, how could she be?

He was her brother, even after everything, he was still that. And she loved her brothers so much. More than herself.

She loved Touya, she loved that he could get angry. He could show his anger in ways she couldn’t, he was free and expressive in a way she couldn’t be. Her thoughts and feelings were numbed, hidden under layers of ice, but not his. They burned hot and bright and he made you see them, see him.

She wished she could be so visible.

But he cracked her ice, with each day she saw the breaks get wider, deeper, and things started leaking out. Her hatred for their father, something she buried so deep inside she could never feel more than the barest irritation at him, a super volcano hidden beneath the ice, ready to explode.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever be so strong as to let herself blow up, not like him. She wishes she could.

She was built for raging fire, but she got ice.

He grabbed her hand, much to both of their surprise. He pulled off her glove, and she let him. He winced at the sight of her hand, cold and pale. She was watching him, holding her hand so gently in his, but she didn’t react.

“I can feel it,” she whispered, like she feared if she spoke any louder it would stop, like she only knew how to speak softly and calmly, but her face betrayed nothing. She had schooled her expression into blank calm so long ago it seemed she had forgot how to make anything else.

“What?”

He sounded angry, his voice always sounded angry, burnt thought scratching against his vocal cords, matching his permanently scowling face, made that way through surgeries or circumstance, no one knew.

“I can feel your hand, it’s warm,” her voice finally expressed something besides soft and calm observation, something akin to awe, surprise maybe?

She hadn’t felt warmth, or anything really, in her hands in so long, she couldn’t remember it.

He seemed to understand, he knew how her quirk worked as well as she did, and he knew what it felt like to use his quirk without her there, burning from the inside out. He imagined freezing was similar, her nerves were dead, just like his.

She felt his heat bleed into her hand at the same time it seemed as though the cold seeped into his.

They sat like that for only a moment, before it began to hurt. Permanent frostbite meant permanent numbness, and as she warmed up for the first time in years she could finally feel the pain that followed numbness. She knew he felt the same.

It had been too long, they had been without their balance too long, and now it hurt too much to go back.

They sat for awhile, but they didn’t say much, there’s was too much to say, too many years to relive, but nothing felt important enough to say.

Fuyumi knew she wouldn’t stop his goals, she didn’t try. He knew he couldn’t get her to come with him, he didn’t try. They should’ve tried.

They left, unfinished drinks still sitting on the table.

They didn’t say goodbye, they didn’t say anything. They just walked away, in opposite directions. Neither of them favoured literature, neither of them ever read Orpheus’ story, neither of them had ever learned his lesson.

They both turned around, wanting just one last glimpse of their sibling, their twin, their balance, before they left for good, before this became their new before.

They turned, and looked, and ran.

They hugged, the only ones who could touch each other with freezing or burning, the only ones immune to the pain the other lives everyday with. They couldn’t hug for long, their balance wasn’t right anymore, it hurt too much, too many jagged edges cutting against each other, two extremes that never should have met, but never could have left each other alone.

They hugged, it hurt, they didn’t stop.

They whispered, in equally trained voices, with equally drilled expressions, each others names, the only names they ever really felt like they owned.

“Ya-nii”

“Yu-nee”

Then, after a moment longer, they pulled apart, blood evaporating on skin, tears freezing on waterlines, they turned and left. And they both smiled, as close to the real smiles they wore as kids as they thought they would ever get again.

Touya wasn’t made for love, he was made for rage, clawing at his throat until he let it out.

Touya wasn’t made for love, but maybe there was an exception.

Fuyumi wasn’t made for rage, she was made for love, care and protection overflowing from her like the tears she couldn’t shed.

Fuyumi wasn’t made for rage, but the cracks were growing, and lava lived beneath her ice.

They were polar opposites, one left and the other stayed. One killed, the other saved. One burned, the other froze. But they were cut from the same cloth, a cloth woven of love and rage, and when you looked closely, ice burns as bright as fire.

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callilemon · 1 year

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Kabedon 😳

Fun collaboration I did with my lovely friend! 😍

#archive of our own #ao3 #fanfic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #toshinori fluff #bnha endeavor #kabedon #mha enji #enji thirst #enji todoroki #toshinori x enji #endmight

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ao3feed-hawks · 1 year

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We can't commit tax fraud if we don't know what taxes are!

we can’t commit tax fraud if we don’t know what taxes are! by postcanons

“Do they taste good?” —HIMIKO TOGA, 16, PLF section leader, on taxes. -- In which Dabi lifted a platinum credit card from his sperm donor before being burned to near-death and personally bankrolls the League of Villians with taxpayer money for years. At least, till Hawks comes by and starts indiscriminately swiping his Commission-provided card too. Discretionary funds, eh?

Unfortunately none of the League is smart enough to understand how the implications of this could shut down the Hero Commission faster than a Nomu strike. They get so, so close though.

Words: 3855, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, League of Villains & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & League of Villains

Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Todoroki Family Drama, Kamino Ward Arc, League of Villains as Family, Class 1-A Shenanigans, Cat, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46778614

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Hotwings #♥#Dabihawks #Hotwings #Enji Todoroki #Bakugou Katsuki #⚣#R:G #A:Postcanons

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daisha-mochizuki · 2 days

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Hey y'all! Part 2 of "What If...? (HXV & VXH)" :D

All for One, also known as Hisashi Midoriya, was practically sobbing as Enji finally picked up the phone. Albeit a bit tired, Hisashi was bouncing his baby, Izuku, sniffling as he wailed to Enji.

“Gahh, Enji! You’ll never believe what Izuku just did!!”

Hisashi could hear the sigh on the other end of the phone, and grinned as he guessed he was probably bothering Enji. They were as close as brothers in a sense.

“Midoriya, now’s not the-”

“He said his first word!!” Hisashi interrupted, not entirely listening to what Enji was saying, just waiting until he spoke in order to spew forth what had happened. The father was giggling so much and was all over the place as he turned his phone on speaker. He set the phone down on the side table as he turned the blubbering baby toward him.

“C’mon, Izu. Say it again!”

“Midoriya-!”

Enji sighed on the other end of the phone, clearly annoyed. Though he did try to calm himself down a bit, as he knew the other man - his friend, he corrected himself - meant no harm, and only wished to talk to somebody. “I really just need to sleep. We both’re still recovering from you-know-who.”

Hisashi’s face fell a little at those words, resulting in Izuku slapping his hand onto his father’s face. The man sighed through his nose and hugged Izuku close as he rubbed his face and lay back on the couch.

“You’re right.”

A pause. Enji could hear Hisashi’s tight swallow as his voice cracked slightly.

“I’m sorry. You can go now.”

“Hey, no, don’t get that tone. I just meant that I had to retire due to my injuries, and I know you’re still a hero, and-”

“Hewoahw!”

Both adults paused, Hisashi smiling brightly once again as he squeezed Izuku.

“That’s right, baby! Hero!”

“Did he…” Enji swallowed, his voice sounding both amazed and confused and slightly concerned. “Was that what you were talking about earlier?”

“That’s right!” Hisashi exclaimed proudly, burying his face into Izuku’s green baby curls as the little kid giggled and babbled in his baby tongue. “My little boy is gonna be a hero, especially if he’s talking about it this early! He’s gonna be the greatest with whatever Quirk he has!”

Enji chuckled quietly on the other end of the phone, and the protests of his kids could be heard as well. “Well, Hisashi, little Izuku may have a run for his money with the way my kids suddenly just became determined. Plus, he’s going to go to school and train with Shoto!”

“I don’t care really if he isn’t a top hero. I’m going to love my baby no matter what,” Hisashi cooed to Izuku, cradling the baby in one arm as he wiggled one of his fingers with his free hand for the baby to try and grab. Izuku squealed and blubbered as he used his hands to reach up and catch Hisashi’s finger.

“Hewoahw?” Izuku muttered in a confused blabber as he brought Hisashi’s free hand to his chest.

“Yes, Izuku,” Hisashi murmured softly, bringing Izuku up to rest their foreheads against each other. Although Izuku was a very distractible baby, he managed to almost piercingly stare back into Hisashi’s eyes. Green stared into red, and Hisashi smiled warmly as his heart melted all over again. “You too can be a hero.”

“There’s no way he could be a hero.”

Hisashi’s face fell as soon as the words hit, almost like a slap across his face. Izuku, who had been playing with blocks with Tenko, suddenly went stiff and dropped the block he had been holding. The arch-shaped block clattered to the ground with an almost ear-splitting noise, and both Izuku and Tenko covered their ears out of response.

As much as he wanted to help them in that moment, Hisashi was too stunned. He looked back to the doctor: Doctor Garaki. “What do you mean? He- he has a Quirk, right?”

Garaki sighed, and he gently patted Hisashi on the shoulder. “Listen, ‘Sashi. I know we’re friends, and I would love to give you the greatest news I could every single time you come in, but…” he trailed off, handing Hisashi the clipboard of Izuku’s x-rays and started pointing some things out.

“I know you did Quirk research with me when we were in school, so you know just as well as I do that all Quirkless individuals have an extra joint in their pinky toe, and, well, just look.”

He didn’t want to, but Hisashi looked down at the X-rays nonetheless, albeit slightly teary-eyed. Indeed, Izuku did have the extra joint in his pinky toe. He swallowed and rubbed his face with his hand as he took a deep breath. He handed Garaki back the clipboard before scooping up a still-stiff five-year-old Izuku into his arms.

Izuku buried his face into Hisashi as he picked him up, as if he knew what was about to be said, and didn’t want to hear it at all. Which he probably didn’t want to.

“Izuku…” Hisashi murmured, and he gently brushed his fingers through Izuku’s frosty white and green bangs.

Before he could say anything else, though, a meek little whimper came from the green-haired bundle in his arm.

“I-I know, Dad. I know.”

His heart squeezed at the small wavery voice that came from his baby boy, a lump forming in his throat out of guilt. He looked back at Garaki. “Do you think there’d be any way for me to-?”

“No, Hisashi,” Garaki stated firmly. “His body is too fragile for you to give him any Quirk. I know it hurts, but it’d hurt more to watch him suffer with a Quirk insufficient for his body.”

“Dammit,” Hisashi cursed, burying his face into Izuku’s curls as Hisashi felt him start trembling a bit.

“I’m sorry, but these things happen.” Garaki sighed, and he put a hand on Hisashi’s shoulder. “Unfortunately, it had to happen to you.”

Tenko, around eleven, ran up and hugged Izuku the best he could. Seeing this, Hisashi handed Izuku off to Tenko, his adopted brother, before he himself left with Garaki to do a bit of paperwork.

Tenko quietly hushed Izuku as the little boy began to cry and slowly rocked him as they plopped down onto the ground of the room.

“Hey, it’s okay, Izuku…” Tenko muttered.

“You’ll always be my hero.”