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jekacatrina · 3 years

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Fate don't know you like I do

Hello, guys, have this super cheesy and self indulgent piece I wrote for Bakudeku day! I'm so happy to be part of this fandom and all the wonderful content creators out there, so here's my little contribution, enjoy! I wrote it super fast so sorry for any mistake or typo!

Also, the title is a song I love, please check it out, it inspired the whole thing!

Izuku wakes up to the sight of his bedroom ceiling, body aching and mind restless. He’s no longer wearing his hero suit, except for the undershirt and his pants, everything else is gone. Slowly, the yells of the crowd infiltrate his thoughts and he wishes to run away, to go to where he can’t hurt anyone he cares about.

He has to leave. He is being selfish. Izuku props himself up on his elbows.

“That’s the face of a rabbit ready to bolt,” the gruff voice startles him, and he turns to see Kacchan sitting on his desk, frowning. It adds up that they wouldn't leave him without someone standing guard.

Kacchan has changed out of his hero suit, and a dark grey long sleeved t-shirt hides the bandages on his shoulder and stomach, but Izuku is keenly aware of the wounds he was sporting as he flew around trying to keep him from leaving. By the end, his childhood friend was bleeding through them. That was Izuku’s fault; both Kacchan reopening his injuries and the fact that he has them in the first place.

“Kacchan, I'm so-“

“Save it, nerd,” he abandons the desk chair and shuffles closer.

Izuku takes him in; after weeks of agonizing over the state in which he left Kacchan, seeing him do a perfect arch in the air and stop a villain with a precise AP Shot, filled him with a relief so strong, it paralyzed him, and he was only able to stare in awe.

During the following fight, if Izuku can call it that when it was against his friends, Kacchan was everywhere; coordinating different maneuvers, and he even had a new move. Izuku told his friends they couldn’t keep up, and he remembers vaguely that he apologized, because in reality they’re miles ahead of him.

Still, nobody is like Kacchan: certain and absolute, pure will held together by his convictions. He never backs down, and he never gives up, only marches forward. Izuku never stood a chance against him, in more than one way.

Kacchan kneels by the bed, putting an elbow on the bed, close to his hips, and lazily resting his head on his hand.

“Kacchan, I can’t stay here,” he mumbles, trying to convey all his inner turmoil. He wants to stay, he is so tired and scared, but he will not risk anyone for his sake.

Kacchan frowns in response.

“You can, and you will, dumbass,” he states, surprising him by clutching his forearm. “I’m not chasing your sorry ass around anymore.”

“Then let me go,” Izuku turns his arm, grabbing him as well.

“You’re not going anywhere, Izuku.”

The name travels through his body, lighting him up on the inside, coursing through him with the violence of the first time he used One For All, equally exhilarating and terrifying.

It all comes back to him; the rain, his words, his bow, Izuku collapsing and Kacchan appearing in time to support him.

Izuku.

“You apologized,” he whispers, tears coming to his eyes. “You said all those things in front of the whole class.”

“I had to, asshole, you left before I could tell you in private,” he doesn’t look embarrassed or regretful. Kacchan doesn’t shy away from his decisions once he makes up his mind. “Only a shitty letter for explanation and that was it.” He shakes his head. “You didn’t even let me go with you, idiot.”

“You’re still dealing with the outcome of the last time I let you come with me.” The tears are running freely down his cheeks. “I had to watch how he almost took you away from me.” He scrubs his eyes furiously with his free hand, not letting go of Kacchan. “I can’t allow more people to suffer because of me.” He’s on his way to a full on breakdown, struggling to get air in his lungs, and blood roaring in his ears, the noises muffled.

Suddenly, Kacchan is hovering over him, shoving his shoulder firmly.

“Hey, Deku, scoot over,” Izuku only glances at him through his crying, baffled. “Give me some room to lay down, like when we were kids.” He’s already in the process of climbing on the bed, and Izuku manages to slide his body closer to the other end, grabbing the bed cover when the weight of his childhood friend laying down almost makes him roll over him. “Jesus Christ, you stink,” Kacchan complains.

“I know,” Izuku turns on his side, creating more space between them. Hygiene wasn’t that high on his list of priorities, not even eating or sleeping was, and he feels awful. He didn’t have the energy to shower before passing out.

“You smell like dirt and sweat.” Kacchan scrunches up his nose. “Worst of all, you reek of that goddamn martyr complex, and it pisses me off.” he turns too, and traps Izuku in his red gaze. “If you’re choosing to ignore all I said before, at least pay attention to the last part.” He’s not sugarcoating his words, he’s as brash as he always is. “We all want to fight, because we’re heroes and we want to protect everyone, including the fucking chosen one, whether you want us to or not. I’m not asking for your damn permission, and neither is any of the rest. So, you can either play nice and make it easy for us, or be a self-sacrificial idiot, making it all the more annoying. Your call.”

“I don’t know how to stop,” Izuku grimaces, reaching for him with a shaky hand, and awkwardly squeezes his arm. “I’m not ignoring all you said, Kacchan” he chooses to focus on that, gaze in his All Might covers. “I, I forgave you a long time ago, mostly because I wanted to focus on the good parts, so in a way I let go of it for me.” He forgets about his smell, and scoots closer, resting his forehead close to his shoulder. “But thank you, Katsuki.” He hasn’t said that name in ages, but that doesn’t come from any animosity on his part. Kacchan has always been and will always be Kacchan. Izuku feels him move as Kacchan places his chin on top of his matted curls, and they stay like that for a while, with their past laid to rest at last.

Kacchan speaks up first.

“Listen, Deku, everything is getting pretty fucking real,” he pauses for a moment. “Shit is really dangerous for any of us, but for you it is like a thousand times worse. Your ass is a fucking death magnet, and it’s driving me crazy.”

“One For All is a big responsibility, Kacchan, but it’s not yours.” He does his best to keep his voice low and soft, the weight of the legacy crushing him.

“The Hell is not!” Kacchan retorts vehemently. “You made it my deal the moment you told me!” Izuku winced. “What’s up with that? Wasn't that the biggest secret ever? Are you that much of a blabber mouth?”

Izuku clutches his arm harder.

“I wasn’t going to let you think I lied all those years.” He explains, and in a moment of bravery, he continues. “I’ve never been anything but honest with you, Kacchan.”

The anger in his voice disappears as fast as it came.

“I know that, idiot.” His bigger hand finds Izuku’s hip. “One for All is your responsibility, but you are mine.” Izuku is pretty sure he stops breathing. “Since we were fucking four years old, and you were this quirkless little shit that wouldn’t quit chasing after me, no matter how much I pushed you away.” Kacchan scoffs and his breath tickles him. “Well, congrats, dumbass, now you have me and I’m not going anywhere.” His heart flies to his throat and doesn’t let any word come out. Kacchan growls, clearly bothered by his silence. “All for One VS One For All is the fucking shit show for the ages, and of course you, Deku of all people, have to be right in the middle of that crap.” He talks through clenched teeth, and Izuku longs to soothe him, but there’s nothing he can say to fix the situation. “All those who fell against that fucking maniac and now you have to-” Kacchan chokes up, and punches Izuku on the arm. “Whatever, there's nothing I can do for those nobodies that came before you, but you have an advantage over them.”

“What’s that?” He whispers in a small voice, not believing he is having this conversation in bed with his childhood friend.

“You have me,” Kacchan utters, and Izuku feels like he hit him with an explosion, sweeping his feet from under him. “Just let me set something straight, Deku, I’m not going to be your fucking sidekick, you hear me? You watch my back and I watch yours. I don’t trust anyone to keep up with you.”

I don’t trust anyone else to protect you.

“Kacchan-”

“You deal with this crap once and for fucking all, Deku, and we come up on top.” Kacchan declares, Izuku can hear the smirk in his words, and he has to smile back. “I don’t settle for anything but the best, and taking down fucking evil incarnated, I’m in, Deku, I’m all in.” He disentangles them, leaning back with a vulnerable expression, and offers his hand for Izuku to clasp. “What do you say?”

Izuku wants to say no, push him away from danger and lock him somewhere where he is going to be safe, but he knows Kacchan. He is determined, stubborn to a fault, and braver than anyone he has met. If he sets his mind on protecting Izuku, nothing is going to stop Kacchan, not even him.

That’s why Izuku loves him like he does.

In this space, with just the two of them, Izuku can be honest with himself: He is scared, and he has been for a while.

Scared of not living up to All Might’s hopes.

Scared of never mastering this power.

Scared of letting down all the people that gave up their lives to take down All For One.

Scared of being the wrong choice.

At the end of the day, Midoriya Izuku is terrified of not being enough.

In the midst of all the fear and doubt, he sees Kacchan; the person Izuku admires the most, the hero he has chased since he was four years old, and the driving force behind his progress. Kacchan, who knows all of him, and understands him because he sees Izuku for who he is, all the good and bad parts.

His Kacchan, who is now offering to help him and ease his burden, risking his dream, his precious life in the process, to stay close to Izuku and protect him.

A part of him, the one that imitates All Might, is screaming at him that he has to reject the support, to do it on his own. He should hold the weight of the legacy by himself. However, the other part of him, the one that believes Kacchan is what victory looks like, tells him he isn’t All Might and he doesn’t have to be.

He is Midoriya Izuku, and he is allowed to live his life and fight his battles on his terms, just as Kacchan does.

He clasps his hand, and Kacchan smiles, without a trace of mockery or anger, just plain happiness and relief lifting the corners of his mouth. Izuku hasn't seen him smile like that in years, and he needs to say something. He means to say yes to his offer, maybe thank him, but what comes out instead is:

“I love you.”

The punched out gasp that Kacchan lets out shocks Izuku more than his confession does. He can’t believe the words he has hidden for so long in his heart escaped that easily. More shocking is the fact that he doesn’t want to take it back. Even if he is scared of many things, Kacchan isn’t one of them. Yes, Kacchan frustrates him, he worries him, and makes him nervous, but Izuku is not scared of him, never has been. He can die any day now, any of them can, and he is done with silencing his feelings.

Kacchan is not screaming or scowling, neither he is leaping out of the bed and running away from him, so Izuku would say he is mostly stunned, although he doesn’t see why. His feelings for him are a key part of the person he is. Izuku admires him, cares for him.

Izuku loves him.

“Do you mean it?” The question seems to pain him. He hasn’t released his hand.

“Yes, Kacchan.” Izuku is not hiding it, not anymore.

“After everything?”

The words strike his heart and cut deeply. Izuku doesn’t hold any grudge or resentment, and he can’t tolerate the idea of Kacchan thinking he can feel something for him despite their past.

“Because of everything, Kacchan,” Izuku replies, touching their joined hands with his forehead, shying from the red eyes. “The past doesn’t disappear, but that’s not our present, and definitely not our future.” He takes a deep breath to calm his heart. “You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t say it to get an answer.”

“Deku, you can do so much better,” Kacchan says, bluntly.

Izuku doesn't let the obvious rejection deter him from speaking with the truth.

“I don’t see how,” he stares at him, mustering a wonky smile. “You are you, Kacchan; you’re brave, honest, loyal, brilliant, and hardworking.” The words spill without filter, and he drinks the sight of his pale skin blushing. “It’s not about doing better, just who I choose, because when it comes down to it, I chose you a long time ago, Kacchan.”

Kacchan tips his head up, the blond strands cloaking his eyes. Izuku refuses to regret coming clean about his feelings, but as the silence grows between them, he starts to fidget. Little by little, he realizes the true weight of his confession, and the bridges he might be burning.

“This doesn’t have to change anything, Kacchan.”

“It changes everything, Deku,” he replies, not missing a beat.

Izuku curses his luck; it was just like him to confess his love right when Kacchan finally came back to him, something Izuku hadn’t dreamt in his wildest dreams. Dealing with these feelings much longer, when they are so powerful and consuming is not possible. Still, he should have tried, for the sake of their friendship.

A callous finger touches his chin, breaking his spiral of thoughts, and lifts his face. The fiery eyes are wide and defenseless, embers instead of the wild inferno Izuku expected.

The first touch of chapped lips is an awakening, and his first kiss is over before he can finish tasting it.

Kacchan leans back, and for the second time in his life, Izuku’s mind goes blank and his body moves on its own, chasing after him. Their second kiss is messy, they don’t have any experience, but Izuku is lost to it. He tries to commit to memory every brush of their lips and ragged gasps, how soft is his blond hair, and the feeling of fingers sinking in his curls, guiding the kiss.

They break apart, but stay close.

"You didn’t have to do that, Kacchan,” he says against his mouth.

“I never do shit I don’t want to do, Deku.”

Izuku grabs him again, bunching up his t-shirt, so full of love that he fears he is going to float away if he doesn’t get a firm grip.

“Deku, I-“ his voice quivers and Izuku kisses him again, softly and reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Kacchan, you don’t have to say anything yet.” Izuku told him because he wanted him to know, but he has had years to come to terms with it. He’s not expecting Kacchan to figure everything out right now.

“You better stick around after that, you damn nerd,” he touches their foreheads together. “Or take me with you. Two options, I’m magnanimous like that.”

Izuku giggles, the sound so foreign after the past weeks.

“Okay, Kacchan, for that I’ll stick around.”

“Or you’ll take me with you.”

Izuku is still terrified of anything happening to him, but he trusts him the most.

“I’ll stick around or take you with me,” he promises, and Kacchan nods satisfied, wrapping Izuku in his arms and hugging him closer. “I thought you said I stink.”

“You fucking do,” Kacchan says immediately. “When I think about this, the first thing that is going to pop into my mind is that my first kiss smelled like a wet dog.”

Izuku laughs until he cries, and Kacchan joins him.

At one point, his back is to Kacchan, and he’s playing with his hands. Izuku’s so relaxed his eyes are drifting close, sleep taking over.

“Hey, Deku,”

“Yes, Kacchan?” he says drowsily.

“You have magnificent taste.”

Izuku snorts, pulling his arm tighter around him.

“I’m going to sleep now,” he murmurs, and he jumps when Kacchan buries his face on the crook of his neck. “Wake me up if something happens.”

“You can trust me, Deku, nobody is going to pass through me.”

Izuku believes him with his entire heart, but he still chooses to only think and not say what crosses his mind before falling asleep in his arms:

I would die before letting anything happen to you.

#bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha 322 #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #happy bakudeku day guys!

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mysterylover123 · 3 years

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BNHA Chapter 291: “Let My New Villain Crush Say His Piece”

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AWW He’s so cute you guys! I think I’m officially declaring Toya/Dabi my new LOV crush. It used to be Shigaraki and he’s still 2nd. Technically Shigaraki’s actually more sympathetic than Toya, since they’ve both got tragic backstories and abusive dads and Shigaraki at least still likes his friends, while Toya hates everyone and just does not give a fuck. But hey, I still love him anyway. Seriously everyone in this series needs a hug.

(lol no way I’d dye it). It’s the Bride of Frankenstein look ya’ll!

SHADES OF LIL KACCHAN. Man no wonder Shoto’s so drawn to Lord Explosion Murder.

1) I guess we’re officially confirming that Endeav did not, in fact, sexually assault Rei into pregnancy. Which - GOOD. There’s a limit to what morally complex characters can get away with and still be redeemable. 2) BABY FUYUMI AND BABY TOYA CUTE OVERLOAD.

IS THAT THE ALL MIGHT FIST OF TRIUMPH?!

Uh oh baby burning. That image of endeavor across the gulf from All Might sure comes up a lot.

Well then you shouldn’t have abused your kids dumbass.

Let’s sum this part up pretty simply: DABI: “They never told you what happened to your son.” ENDEAV: They told me he was dead. DABI: No, I am your son. ENDEAV: That’s not true. That’s impossible! DABI: Search the DNA tests, you know it to be true. ENDEAV: NO!!! NO!!!

1) Spinner is so Shigaraki’s LOV boyfriend. 2) Seriously Dabi you didn’t tell any of them? 3) Tomura are you OK?

LOL THAT WOULD BE HILARIOUS. Shiggy: “Also I’m All Might’s master’s grandkid! And Kurogiri’s Aizawa’s long lost friend! And Muscular’s Bakugou’s cousin, Toga’s Ochako’s wife, Spinner’s Tsuyu’s secret dad, Gigantomachia’s Kirishima’s grandfather, Compress is Jirou’s 5th cousin once removed, and All for One is Deku’s dad...” blah blah blah (actually 2 of those are true...)

Um isn’t 99.99% less Missing Lost Son and more Actual Clone?!

OH SHIT MORE REVELATIONS?! THIS GUY’S NOT DONE YET!

POOR NATSUO AND FUYUMI. Your whole family is so screwed.

Legit good question! Even if he’s asking it for selfish reasons.

AW! You precious child. I was wondering what his verbal reaction would be. Looks like we’re going with “Denial”.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Oh dear god (BTW Who the fuck was filming this? Is big brother always watching or something)

Oh man. (Poor freaking Twice. Isn’t this exactly what Curious wanted to do to Toga? I think she’s gonna be pissed at Dabi later on).

ENDEAVOR AND HAWKS FEELS. HOLY SHIT

Ooh, I think you just made a mistake Dabi. Jumped the gun a little. (Please don’t let this undo all the good, society-destroying work our villain did before this once the Not Deadness of Jeanist gets out! People already don’t want to believe him)

Similar to who? Also TOKOYAMI. HAWKS. OH GOD

HOLY SHIT. (Similar to someone else? By that DO YOU MEAN YOU!?! Oh man I thought Dabi/Hawks was sunk for good after the burning incident but maybe not so much.)

All good points! Great writing and art touch, all those ads. (Again, he’s still a dick for doing all this. But still. Worth thinking about).

1. HIS FRIENDS CALL HIM CANT YA SEE KUN. 2. deku and kachcan deku and kacchan you guys need so many hugs. 3. Yeah right Dabi. Sure you would’ve. 4. Iida and Hado get to be part of this!

Endeav’s gonna have a real crisis now that the Denial Stage is over.

(Senpai=Hado?) “The Others” here...I’m guessing Kacchan and Aizawa? Either way, that “Midoriya”. Tododeku is alive and well! (+TDBK and bKDK. The OT3 lives). Also CRYING SHOTO. HUG HIM DEAR GOD SOMEONE HELP THIS GUY. And he’s keeping it together pretty well though!

Fierce Deku and Kacchan! Dabi using ultimate moves from Endeavor!

Here we go.

Jeanist is here huh. Yay he’s not dead!

So I asked myself while writing this, why am I apparently not wanting Jeanist to pop up and prove Dabi’s “lying” (he’s not, he just doesn’t know the truth) about Hawks? Apparently I want society’s faith in heroes to be shaken or something. Well yeah. I guess, as long as our heroes make it out of this arc alive, I’m kinda rooting for the villains to win here. Not because I agree with them, but because it feels like that’s the point of this arc, this piece of the story. It’s the “fall of the old” to make way for the new. The Darkest Hour, the ending of the Empire Strikes Back (fittingly), the climax of the Rise of Villains Saga for the series as a whole. Night getting darkest just before the dawn. So I guess I want the villains to win here. (so the UA protags can bring everything back up again). I guess I’m just hoping Jeanist’s arrival doesn’t undermine everything Dabi just said, cause so much of it is true. All the stuff about Endeav is true. And Hawks did kill Twice, for the greater good no. So to have everyone just live in denial...it would undermine this whole arc. So yes, I’m rooting for the villains here.

(again, not endorsing their behavior at all.)

On break sadly. TWO WEEKS FROM NOW.

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makeste · 6 years

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BnHA Chapter 032: Round 1 Brackets

Previously on BnHA: Shouto told Deku about his tragic past of being abused by his shitty parents. Unbeknownst to them, Kacchan was secretly listening in. Shouto basically figured out that All Might is Deku’s dad, but let it slide. Deku declared war on Shouto, but this being a shounen manga, it actually just means they’re friends for life now. Endeavor was cancelled. Mineta was cancelled, again. The final event of the festival was announced, and it’s a good old-fashioned tournament bracket, so I am loving life right now.

Today on BnHA: Ojiro and another dude drop out of the tournament due to having been mind-controlled by Shinsou in the previous round. The round one matchups are announced. Deku finds himself facing off with Shinsou right off the bat. Ojiro warns Deku not to do anything stupid and get himself mind-controlled. The match begins. Deku immediately does something stupid and gets himself mind-controlled.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 68 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

I should be in bed but here I am!! come to see who’s paired up against whom for round one of the tournament!

Ojiro, I think I’ve been misspelling your name as “Ojuro” on several occasions. good thing I don’t think I’ve posted any of those recaps yet lol

(ETA: I had indeed misspelled it, and I went back and changed them all, so basically I almost got away with it, and now here I am calling my own self out. smh)

look at Ojiro and his solid beefy tail

there’s not really much to this guy so far

I can’t believe he made it to the third event honestly

he has problems with sitting. sucks, my friend

on to the chapter!

...am I to understand that we were this close to having everyone fight each other with foam swords, then?

I can’t fucking believe all we got was a stupid tournament

THE MATCHES WILL BE DECIDED BY ~RANDOM LOTS~ ONCE AGAIN

all I know is that Shouto will make it to the finals and fight either Kacchan or Deku, probably Deku

disclaimer: I don’t actually know, I’m just running my mouth

do we really have to sit through some other random activity before the main event

OH!!! TWIST!!!

Ojiro is dropping out?? why

GASP

he says he doesn’t remember anything about the cavalry battle at all. fucking knew it. MIND CONTROL

so he feels like he didn’t earn his place

in reality his quirk is just too boring to make for an interesting one-on-one fight. he’s better suited to background action. no offense Ojiro, I’m just being 100% real here, son

the girls are trying to convince him to stick around, but he says it’s a matter of pride. eh, if it were me I’d stay in the game and try to get back at the mind control guy during the tournament, but eh. he seems kind of shaken up, honestly, so maybe this is better for him in the end.

aww. Ojiro. looks like you need a hug, buddy. why does everyone in this fucking arc need a hug

just to keep things even, this little roly poly from class B is withdrawing too

godspeed, little man

Midnight’s like, eh whatever

doesn’t this fuck up the brackets, though? now they have 7 and 7. does someone get a bye in round one then? I guess they can determine that with the random lots too. hopefully whoever gets the byes won’t suddenly get all noble like these two idiots

oh, we’re not going to do byes but we’re going to replace the two that didn’t make it

YEAH GIVE IT TO STEEL RYOHEI AND POISON IVY

WOOHOO. SORRY OJIRO BUT THIS IS MUCH BETTER

TIME TO SCAN THE BRACKETS TO FIND MY SONS

BAKUGOU’S FIGHTING OCHAKO??? NOOOOOOOOOO

fuck this means one of my favorites will be eliminated right off the bat

lmao Kiri and Tetsu got matched up right from the get go

damn, Momo has to go up against Tokoyami. that one’s gonna be good

no idea who Aoyama is fighting

(ETA: lmao it was Mina. for some reason I hadn’t processed her last name)

Iida’s going up against Mei. good luck Iida

Kami vs Shiozaki... I think that must be the Poison Ivy chick? interesting

Todoroki vs Sero... nice knowing you Sero

and lastly... DEKU VS MIND CONTROL MAN

oh my god. can we, uh. just skip ahead to that one. !!!!!

also, Deku and Todoroki out here fucking up my predictions right from the start. the two of you had to be in the same bracket half. just had to be

wonder who’ll end up winning it all and facing off against my girl Ochako :’D

lol I can dream

this guy has “future villain” written all over him tbh

(ETA: I should just stop assuming that new characters are going to be villains. I don’t think I’ve been right about a single one yet.)

I assume the only reason he didn’t make it into the hero course is because he couldn’t use his mind control against the robots. sure, he could have possessed his fellow examinees instead, but they probably would have retained any points that they “earned” under his control

I wonder if the bags under his eyes are just a character design thing or if they actually reflect something about his character/personality/quirk. like is he an insomniac or something

he must have to do something in order to control people, right? maybe don’t let him touch you at any point, Deku

Ojiro’s warning him not to talk to him. I wonder if it’s less mind control and more hypnosis, in which case maybe if Deku blocks his ears or something... idk

lmao Bakugou literally has no idea who he’s fighting

Ochako knows though, oh damn

I believe in you!! but be careful though orz

“are you Iida?” “indeed I am Iida.” take it easy on this middle aged bloke, okay Mei

oh good, we’re skipping all of this

hopefully even the anime will skip it, since BnHA doesn’t seem to believe in fillers and time-wasting!

LOOK AT IIDA CHUG THAT OJ

GET THAT VITAMIN C BOI

also Ojiro appears to be talking to Deku, and Deku looks like he’s mildly freaking out. is he freaking out because OH NO TOURNAMENT, or because Ojiro is telling him what Shinsou can do? given how well he’s managed with the first two events, I’m guessing it’s the latter, or else he wouldn’t be looking so disturbed

okay I actually do like this picture of the girls cheerleading though

just because Hagakure, Mina, and Ochako look really into it, and Momo and Jirou are just like, blargh. and Tsuyu is an enigma to me

TOURNAMENT TIME

Cementoss is building the ring for them all!

wow it looks really good

I wouldn’t quite say they’ve been through “hell”... actually it was a lot less hellish than I thought it would be

is Deku in the first round? I guess they go from left to right

ALL MIGHT CAME TO GIVE HIM A PEP TALK YAAAAAY

he’s giving Deku a thumbs up and says he’s finally getting the hang of One for All

Deku says he still has trouble controlling it and it makes him nervous, like one false step could still fuck him up

well good. narratively, I like this level of control. it keeps each move risky, but also doesn’t necessarily mean that he’ll end up incapacitated at the drop of a hat

wow. All Might says that right now Deku can only handle 5 percent of One for All’s true power

you know we’re getting into some real shounen shit when we start talking about power percentages

Deku says he’s just gotten lucky with everything so far, and All Might’s response may just be his most dadlike behavior yet

I love it. the awkward pat on the back (head? shoulder?). the affectionate nickname. and the genuine compliment, because you know All Might admires the shit out of Deku’s hard work ethic

and he’s telling him to smile, especially when he’s feeling nervous or scared. because you’re a big damn hero, Deku! you got this my man!

here we goooooo

not even Present Mic the mighty chatterbox can think of anything to say about Shinsou. bang-up observation about Izuku’s weird face, though

so now the question is, does Deku know about Shinsou’s quirk or not?

typical tournament rules: knock your opponent out of the ring, immobilize them, or make them cry uncle

yikes, they’ve got Recovery Girl on standby for this one. well at least they’re taking things seriously. but that means shit’s about to get lit the fuck up

“fight dirty if you must” how fucking heroic. I guess that’s the part where they test everyone’s willingness to get into the nitty-gritty huh

although they do say that going for the kill is frowned upon, and Cementoss will supposedly stop you (uh huh. just like All Might was going to “stop” Bakugou in chapters 9 and 10, I assume)

oh shit. this means Shinsou can win just by making Deku say that he quits... I think that’s what this is hinting at:

(ETA: I actually don’t know why he didn’t just have Deku say “I give up” rather than making him walk out of the ring. maybe he can’t control speech? but at any rate, on my reread I realized just how sneaky Shinsou is being here by trying to get Deku to answer him before the match has even started.)

Deku he called poor Ojiro a monkey. punch him in the face please

Deku’s making a face at that

and he’s charging in!!

-- uh oh

WHAT’S FUCKING HAPPENING DAMMIT

and Ojiro’s saying that he warned him

shit. Deku looks like he’s completely under his control already

aaaaaand the chapter ends

well shit

BONUS:

this girl looks exactly like Matsuoka Gou from Free!. it’s fucking uncanny

like I seriously want to get a picture and compare them side by side

you know what, never mind though, because while I was combing through google image search for a good pic, I kept getting distracted by pictures of Rin. why is he so pretty

what the hell was I doing again

oh yeah

anyways so Kendou here is apparently the class representative from class B. good for you girl. I wonder what her quirk is

there’s not much else to her aside from her being a motorcycle-loving coffee-drinking class rep who looks like Gou lol

but I hope we’ll get to see more of her

#bnha #boku no hero academia #makeste reads bnha #ojiro mashirao #midoriya izuku #all might #shinsou hitoshi #after rereading this chapter I have to say #iida and the oj may honestly be my favorite part of the whole thing #I don't know what it is about that panel but it just delights me

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comicgeekscomicgeek · 5 years

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Their Hero Academia: Chapter 13

Raw and unedited (especially until I get Chapters 14-16 written to upload along with it), but I finished the 1st draft tonight and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. Especially with switching to some new protagonists. Chapters 0-12 can be found here:

Their Hero Academia – Chapter 13: Takuma Sero Makes a Show of It

If there was one thing Takuma Sero liked about living in the dorms, it was the sense of privacy. Sure, there were fifteen other people living in the dorms, three others on his floor, but compared to his home, that was nothing. Between his parents, his three younger brothers, and baby sister, there was always somebody trying to butt into whatever he was doing. At least on his floor, all he had was his best bro Kenta Sato. Daisuke Shoji simply kept his head down and Takiyo Aoyama had made it clear early on he had no interest in “whatever nonsense you two are getting up to.”

As if trying to become the next internet sensations was nonsense.

Which reminded him… he really ought to check their hit counter. With Kirishima-Bakugo out of the cafeteria yesterday, he’d actually been free to host a new round of “Will Sato Eat It?” without fear of being exploded or having her tear his arms off. He was actually pretty certain she wouldn’t do the last part. Their parents had been friends for decades and he was on reasonably good terms with her most of the time. But yesterday had been pretty impressive as far as the game went. Kenta had eaten a soup bowl, a baseball, a rock, and a tire that someone had somehow managed to get into the cafeteria.

Kenta’s dad had broken it up after that, with a threat to report their antics to Aizawa if they kept doing it. And Kenta had gotten a talking to from his dad later on about irresponsible Quirk use and making a spectacle of himself. At least the elder Sato had learned the futility of trying to rat them out to Takuma’s parents. His mom was one of the most Instagram-famous Pro-Heroes in the business. She actively encouraged his aspirations. His dad was just vaguely puzzled by the whole thing and just let his mom take the lead.

Checking the video upload, he found that the hit counter was already in the thousands. Wisely, he opted not to look at the comments. It was like his mom always said, “Never read the comments.” Sure, you got a validation high from some of it, but there were way too many trolls and mudslingers to make it worth it.

Takuma broke into a grin. “Yeah, we’re gonna be famous. Just you see. Heroes and entertainment sensations.”

He checked the time and found he still had nearly an hour before class. Plenty of time to finish getting ready. There was also the matter of homework he hadn’t quite completed, but he could probably copy the answers from somebody, at least enough to squeak by. Math was going to be the death of him. He understood numbers well enough, but once you started getting letters involved with numbers, his brain just refused to track any of it. It had nearly sunk his entrance exam score, but he’d managed to just barely pass that. A good practical exam score had done wonders for making up the difference.

Twenty minutes later, he was out of his room and ready to go. He did not have the world’s most developed fashion sense (much to the regret of Kimiko Ojiro, his other best friend, who had declared him “the worst gay best friend ever”), but he had an entertainer’s sense for showmanship in his appearance. He spotted Kenta coming out of his room and gave him a double finger guns.

“Sixty-five hundred hits in less than twenty-four hours, my man!”

“All right!” Kenta said, giving him a fist bump. “That’s twice as many as the last video!” He let out a burp and clutched his stomach.

“You okay, man?” Takuma asked.

Kenta shook his head and burped again. “Heartburn and indigestion. Dad says just because I can get anything doesn’t mean I should.” He grinned, thick lips pulling back to reveal his perfectly white teeth. “But I say it’s a small price to pay for being famous.”

“More famous in your case,” Takuma told him. Kenta was already a good bit famous from all the times he appeared in pictures and his stories on his father’s “Food and Family” blog. According to his mom, it was crazy popular with single moms.

Kenta waved it off. “That’s really Dad’s thing. This is ours!”

Takuma was about to begin discussions of the plans for their next video when he was distracted by the sight of Daisuke Shoji walking back to his rooms, clearly having come from the showers. The six-armed boy was only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, his silver hair still damp, and a small about of moisture still visible on the muscles of his arms and abs. He nodded politely to Takuma and Kenta on his way back to his room. Takuma kept watching until Shoji’s door closed.

His trace was broken by Kenta giving him a small shove. “You okay there, bud? Kind of went away for a little while?”

He sighed. “Why are the hot ones always straight?”

Kenta gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Hey, there’s lots of other guys at U.A. You’ll find somebody. Or you could always try online dating?”

Takuma made a face. “I’m not that desperate.”

Anything further was interrupted by his and Kenta’s phones buzzing. Both checked and he saw they had identical texts from the school’s emergency alert system.

Homeroom has been cancelled. All first-year students should report to the Gran Torino Memorial Auditorium at 0800.

Kenta gave him a curious look.

“Don’t look at me, man,” he said quickly. “I haven’t broken any rules that would cause a grade level assembly.”

“This school year,” Kenta said. “I still can’t believe the time you…”

“Don’t remind me. I’m still barely out of being grounded for that.”

“I think that was the first time I ever actually saw your parents punish you.”

“Oh, would you look at the time, we should really be getting to the Auditorium!”

***

“Any idea what this is about, Takuma?” Kimiko asked. He assumed she was looking at him, but honestly, even after having known her all his life, it was hard to tell.

He shook his head. “Beats the heck out of me.”

All around, the other seats in the Auditorium were filling up with the first year students. There were the three Heroics classes, three General Ed classes, three Support classes, and three Business and Management classes. Sixteen students each in the Heroics, twenty in each of the others, for one hundred eight students total left the auditorium about half full.

Down on the stage, he could see the majority of the teaching staff. There were the three Heroics Homeroom teachers, Aizawa, Super Ball, and Battle Fist. There was Power Loader, the aging director of the Support courses. Word around campus was that he was considering retirement after experiencing the Iida Twins. And there was FireFox, their math teacher; Hawkeye, their English teacher; Figure Sk8, the dark-haired daughter of the Twins and Izumi’s uncle and aunt, who taught their Science classes; Palette, the paint-themed Art History teacher; and Hopper, Tokoyami’s uncle and their Literature teacher. There Hound Dog, the school counselor, Vice-Principal Midnight, and even Kenta’s dad. He also spotted Doctor Izumi sitting with her husband, Kota, the Rescue Hero and Rescue Instructor called Water Spout (or, at his mom embarrassingly always referred to him, “the first man to see me naked”) There was also All Might, and several teachers he didn’t know, who he presumed taught some of the classes taken by the other courses. Whatever this was about, they were taking it very seriously.

And slowly approaching the podium, leaning heavily on his cane, was Principal Nezu. Takuma wasn’t sure if he was a rat or a bear or possibly some kind of creature from Australia (or was it Austria? Whichever one had the kangaroos. Those were real, right?), but he understood that the old animal was crazy smart. He’d guided U.A. through some of its roughest years and managed to still come out on top.

“I am sorry to interrupt your usual class schedule,” Nezu began. “I know your studies are of great importance to you all. But after the events of the last few days, both here at our school and elsewhere, we have been made aware of events which you all deserve to know. The Center for Quirk Research is expected to make a statement later this morning, but we thought it might be best if comes from us.”

He took in a breath and continued. “The CQR has discovered, working in conjunction with several Pro-Heroes, the existence of a virus which causes the victim to lose control of their Quirk. It appears the Quirk is… man made.”

Any side conversations that had been going on were immediately silenced.

Nezu went on. “After an as yet unknown incubation period, it causes a power-flare up during which time the user’s Quirk will activate out of their control. This lack of control appears to last an indefinite amount of time, but appears to be a onetime flare up. Unfortunately, even as the number of cases are growing, information is scarce. There appear to be no obvious early symptoms and we are unsure how the virus is being transmitted. At this time, it appears that only Emitter and Transformation type Quirks are effected.”

A ripple went through the crowd as the full impact of the Principal’s statement took effect. Anything that could do that is dangerous indeed. From the time they were young, they’d always been taught about the importance of controlling their Quirks. And now something could just take that away…

“That’s… that’s not good,” Takuma said. Absently, he rubbed the patches on his right hand where his Acid Tape came from. His Quirk was technically a Mutation type, since he had slightly different physical structures to allow for it. But his mom was an Emitter type, so were many of his friends. So were a lot of people out there in the world. And there were lots of people out there with really powerful Quirks. What if somebody like Ground Zero or Deku caught this thing?

“We’re… we’re okay,” he heard Kimiko say. “Not… not like I can get more invisible.”

“Hey,” Kenta said, “it’s gonna be okay. People’re smart. They’ll get this figured out.” Kenta’s dad was an Emitter type too, he recalled, even if Kenta’s own Quirk was a very minor Mutant type.

Nezu continued, “We are able to run tests for the virus and will be doing screening following this assembly. However, as there are no tell-tale symptoms prior to manifestation, we urge you to talk to your teachers or Doctor Izumi should you have any concerns. We will be doing everything we can to protect you, which includes providing you as with much of your usual structure as possible. Classes, including Heroics courses, will continue as normal. Rest assured, everyone is doing everything they can to get to the bottom of this. But at this point, cases are isolated and sporadic. We advise caution, but there is no need to panic.”

Takuma made it a point to never take life seriously. But for once, that didn’t seem like such a good idea.

***

“You heard what the Principal said,” Aizawa said, after they had returned to the classroom. “The moment you feel anything out of the ordinary or even suspect that something might be wrong, I expect you to tell me or another teacher. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mister Aizawa,” the class said, nearly as one.

“Good,” Aizawa said. “Now, we are going to proceed as normally as possible. Which means we have a little bit of business to settle. Choose a class representative. I don’t care how.” He zipped himself into his sleeping bag and disappeared behind his desk.

“Well,” Midoriya said, “I think we should probably vote on it?”

“I vote Toshi!” Shota Shinso cried out.

“Toshi,” Asuka Tokoyami agreed.

“I’ve got to go with Midoriya too,” Isamu Haimawari said.

“Toshi has my vote as well,” Izumi Todoroki added.

“Guys… Shouldn’t this be a secret ballot?” Midoriya asked quickly.

“Too late now,” Takuma said. “Besides, I think we all know you’re gonna win it.”

As much as he loved the spotlight, he loathed responsibility. Better Midoriya than him any day. Besides, it would take away from his own pursuits. And Midoriya really was good at taking charge and helping people who needed it. Guy wanted to help the whole world, even more than the average Hero-in-Training.

“Personally, I think moi would be best,” Takiyo Aoyama said.

“Oh, give it up, Frenchie,” Mika Mineta told him. “Midoriya’s definitely the best shot at this.”

“I fear I must agree with the rest,” Akaya Koda told Aoyama. She really seemed to be one of the few people who could stand the arrogant blond for more than a few minutes. She must have had the patience of a saint.

“Going with Midoriya here too,” Kenta said.

“Yep, me too,” Chihiro Kaminari added. “And Tokoyami for vice-rep while we’re at it.”

“I like those ideas!” Kimiko said. “Both of them!”

“Makes sense to me,” Shoji said.

“This is highly against protocol,” Tensei Iida said. “But I cannot argue with the consensus either.”

“My younger brother is correct,” Sora Iida said. “I agree with the conclusions drawn.”

“You really must stop using that qualifier! I am only younger by three minutes!”

“It is scientifically accurate! Do you dispute this?”

“It is needlessly semantic, and yet I cannot argue with the precision!”

“If I agree, will it shut them up?” Katsumi Kirishima-Bakugo asked.

Motion was carried. Midoriya and Tokoyami were their class reps.

Takuma belatedly realized that probably gave them some kind of power of his and Kenta’s antics, but that was their problem, not his. Besides, it was worth it to see Aoyama pout.

***

“Hua-whah!” Even though Takuma had practiced swinging from building to building by using his Acid Tape many times with his dad, doing it always made him feel like his stomach was going to flop out of his mouth. It didn’t help that his Quirk was more complicated than his dad’s. The elder Sero only had to think about shooting out his Tape until it hit something. Takuma’s Acid Tape meant that he had to be continually concentrating both on dispensing more tape and on maintaining the properties. Since he could make it anything from slick to sticky to acidic, that meant he had to do a lot more concentrating. And doing that while ten stories up made it all the more problematic.

Even if it was supposed to be a simple Heroics exercise in cityscape navigation. All they had to do was make it from one end of the faux-cityscape as quickly as they could. For quite a few, like Kimiko, Kenta, or Koda, there wasn’t much more they could do than run as fast as they could. Others were doing a much more impressive job. Midoriya was bouncing with leaps that were easily carrying him, the Iida Twins were blasting through the air, and Haimawari was zipping through the streets. And somehow, Kirishima-Bakugo had gotten herself up on the rooftops and was parkouring herself through the course.

Takuma let himself go flying through the air for a moment, before shooting out another strand of Acid Tape. It stuck to the fire escape and as he began to swing, he could feel something go wrong. With a sickening sound of tearing metal, the piece of the fire escape he had snagged with his tape snapped and broke, sending him falling!

He shot out another strand of Acid Tape, trying to save himself, but instead of snagging a lower portion of the fire escape, it melted right through it. He’d made it too acidic! He was gonna die! He was never gonna reach a million followers! Involuntarily, he felt his eyes close.

And just as suddenly, powerful arms caught him and he was rising. So he was dead then, and the angels were carrying him away. Good-bye world, he only regretted that he not let more of you gaze upon his awesomeness…

“Are you all right, Sero?” a voice asked. “I was afraid I would not be able to match your falling speed without causing you injury, but I believe I was able to calculate something close enough…”

An angel who apparently sounded just like Tensei Iida. He chanced opening his eyes and the first thing he saw was himself, reflected in the chest plate of Iida’s costume. Looking up, he saw a silver helmet. Definitely Iida. Which meant he wasn’t dead? He was alive! He could still get that million followers!

“Sero?” Iida repeated. “Are you all right?” He slowly started reducing power in his jets, letting them drift downward.

Oh, right. He needed to answer his rescuing angel’s questions. “Oh, ah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, finding himself stumbling over his words. “You really saved my ass, there, Iida. Thanks.”

“Of course,” Iida said. “As your friend and classmate, not to mention as an aspiring Hero, it is my duty.”

“Well, right now, you’re my hero, Iida.”

Inwardly, he groaned. Was he really saying something that stupid? Apparently, he was. At least Kimiko and Kenta weren’t there to hear it. They’d never let him hear the end of it.

***

The Iida Twins could be found in the Common Room, pouring over blueprints. Usually, the Twins spent whatever free time they had in the Support Workshop, but according to Sora, Power Loader had kicked them out under out under threat of unspecified punishment, all because they had “accidentally used too much power and caused a few small explosions and fires.” So the two had returned to the dorms instead to work on what they could.

Takuma, Kenta, and Kimiko peered from around the corner at them.

“This is a really dumb idea,” Takuma said. “And I know all about dumb ideas.”

“If you were doing this for me,” Kenta said, “you’d be making your “good idea” face. The one that always means it’s something that’s going to get us in trouble.”

“Besides,” Kimiko said, “this is for romance! We’ve got to! You’re cute, he’s hot, you’re pink, he’s got pink hair, I’m gonna call you Pinky-Squared!”

“We don’t even know if he likes guys! He could be into girls! Or machines! I’m gonna make a fool of myself!”

Kimiko slapped him upside the head. “That’s loser talk!”

“You want us to film it?” Kenta asked. “You’re good in front of a camera.”

Takuma went a paler shade of pink. “…No. Definitely not. I do not need this preserved for posterity if it all goes south.”

“Look, this is the most romantic thing to happen since school started,” Kimiko told him. “So you are not chickening out now! Kenta and I are going to get Sora out of the room and you are going to ask Tensei out! Do you understand!?”

How someone whose face he couldn’t see could have such an intense glare, he didn’t know, but her tone suggested that there was no arguing with her.

“Yes,” he said. “Let’s do this!”

***

I can’t do this!

With Sora out of the room (he was so stressed he literally could not remember what excuse Kenta and Kimiko had used to get her out of there and he had seen it literally seconds ago), Takuma was free to make his move. His smooth move. His ever so smooth move. He was the king of smooth.

He was not smooth.

As casually as he could, he approached the table where Tensei was still working. “Oh, ah, hey, Iida,” he said. “Ah, thanks again for saving me like that. Pretty sure I was on my way to being a pile of pink goo.”

“The fall was not nearly enough to reduce you to goo,” Iida said, looking up from his blueprints. “But it would have been very messy all the same. I am happy I was able to prevent that.”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, well, either way, I appreciate it.” He frowned, trying to think of how best to proceed. “So, uh, what are you working on?”

A very crazed (and very attractive) grin spread its way across Tensei’s face. “Modifications to Sora’s and my Hero costumes. After training yesterday, we came up with several potential ideas to improve performance and work with our Quirks, such as a more adjustable wing system and potential storage for emergency supplies of apple and grape juice.”

“And that exploded?”

“Oh, no,” Iida said. “That was the idea for a capture-weapon to add as an additional support item. We may have made the propulsion element a little too strong. Power Loader apparently believed that we would benefit from some time away. But I do not see how we can improve our designs to their fullest without practical, hands on work. And we cannot do that if we are banned from the workshop for a week.”

“That sucks, man,” Takuma agreed. It’d be like someone telling him he couldn’t upload stuff to the ‘net. A guy had to have a passion, after all. “But, ah, I guess that means you’re gonna have some free time?”

Iida frowned. “Unfortunately, yes. There is only so much we can do without the space to put theory into practice.”

Okay, it was now or never. He could be brave! He had this!

…He didn’t have this!

He had this!

He didn’t have this!

He had this!

“So, um…,” he said, “if you’re gonna have the free time… maybe you’dlikespendingsomeofitwithmesomewhere?”

Iida blinked. “I… don’t think I caught that, Sero.”

He took a deep breath. “I was thinking, if you were gonna have free time anyway… maybe you’d want to spend some of it with me? Somewhere? Like a date?”

Iida’s eyes widened in surprise and for once, it looked like he was at a loss for words. “I… I would like that very much, Sero.”

He had this!

#their hero academia #my hero academia #fan fic #My writing #fan fiction

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blacknovelist · 6 years

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Destiny Bond (PMD/BNHA Fic)

This one was also in my drafts, tho less finished than Future Sight was, haha. Chronologically it’s the first in the series, and although there’s some Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky spoilers, since it’s a crossover AU, you’re probably okay as long as you’re real careful.

I wanted to do a bunch of dramatic things with the storytelling but then my brain decided nah, let’s just go so I guess I’m here! Though, now I’m also out of ficlet ideas outside of some vague antic thoughts and things, and I still have pokemon to pick for characters, so it’s back to the board for now, I suppose.

[ffnet] [AO3]

the start of an end

the end of a beginning

The first thing he heard was the ocean beside him.

It's rumbling louder than anything he's ever heard before, like he's lying in the surf itself as it washed over the sand. For a moment he wondered if the waves would sweep over him too, to whisk him off where no one would see him again... but it never came. Instead he remained perfectly dry and the sea continued as it was, at peace and much further than he thought. Why was it so loud if it was far away?

Through the dull ache in his body and the fog of his thoughts, he took stock. He was lying on a beach, probably. Something warm and bright and utterly alien sank into his bones from... somewhere, and it made the ground much more comfortable than it has any right to be. There wasn't really a reason to get up, and so he didn't - he simply basked in that warmth, listened to the roll of the ocean as it drowned out the ringing in his ears and gradually replaced it with the caw of birds above and crash of water on rock. Something about all this felt so special somehow, like a fragile illusion of something he'd never experienced, only dreamed of.

His careful grip on consciousness slipped, and he faded away to the vibrant and unfamiliar rhythm of the world around him.

It's warm here, is the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up, followed by, if it stays this warm can I stay here forever?

Drifting in through a haze of strange noise are voices, unfamiliar to Izuku. There's two people talking around and over each other, one a girl and one a boy, barely audible over the soft rumble beside him and the cawing high above.

"Do you think he's okay?" The girl asks.

"I'm not sure," says the boy, "nothing's happened yet." A beat. "Ochako, shouldn't we get the doctor, instead of crouching over him like this? What if he really is hurt-"

"No, wait. I think he's waking up." There's the crunch of rock underfoot. Warmth is replaced by something cooler.

"Excuse me, are you alright? Can you open your eyes?"

Izuku does as the voice asks, and immediately focuses on the ground underneath him. It's all gritty, and made of little brown rocks that he's pretty sure he's never seen before. Or at least, not this many in one place, he thinks. Who knew rocks could be more colors than grey and gray?

"Oh good!" Something fuzzy and brown is next to him, with long twitching ears and a swaying tail and the lightest voice he's ever heard. He touches the aura that she exudes and thinks, it's so kind. "You aren't hurt, right?"

"Uh." His voice cracks, and he tries again. "No, I don't think so."

The eevee nods, and steps back. "That's good. Do you think you can sit up?"

"Mm, maybe?" Izuku squeaks. His arms shake as he pushes at the soft ground, and a taller shape moves towards him.

"Are you in need of assistance?" A mouth full of teeth asks, short arms waving, and he can't help but nod automatically at the force. The stranger's arms are a lighter blue than Izuku's fur, which he'd never thought possible before. But this newcomer doesn't even have fur - only hard scales and red spikes and claws that wrap around his arms and tug him upright, gentle as can be. This one's aura is kind, too, and Izuku relaxes.

"Thanks."

"My pleasure." The totodile pauses, watching Izuku as he steadies, then lets go. "You truly are unhurt, yes? You weren't just saying so to put us at ease?"

"Um, I'm pretty sure. I feel fine." He looks at them both, then up. The sky is awash with bright pinks and oranges and the faintest strips of blue, bubbles drifting through the last rays of sun. For a moment, Izuku is dazzled. His head feels faded, but he's never seen or felt the world so sharply in his life.

"I'm glad you're okay," the eevee girl says, and he looks back at her. "We just found you lying here, not moving at all, and we didn't know what to do. I don't recognize you from around town, though, and riolu don't usually visit these parts. What's your name?"

"Oh, um... I'm Izuku," he mumbles.

Ochako frowns. "Deku?"

"No, Izuku," he repeats. "Izuku M-Midoriya. But you can call me Deku if you want, I don't mind!" Izuku quickly adds as she apologizes. It surprises him that he means it. "I don't think I've had a nickname before. It's okay."

"If you're sure," she says slowly. Then, when he doesn't take it back, she beams. "It's nice to meet you then, Deku! I'm Ochako, and this is Tenya!"

"Indeed, it is nice to meet you Izuku!" Tenya booms, arms waving. Izuku is glad the totodile doesn't seem to be in the habit of swinging his tail too. Ochako doesn't even seem to notice her friend's exuberance, ducking under flailing limbs with a practiced ease. "Though, I must ask - how did you end up on the beach in the first place? This is no place to be taking a nap."

"Right! Right, that's true, it really isn't. A good place to sleep, I mean." Izuku nods, watching the sea for a moment before dragging his eyes away. He doesn't mention that lying there had been quite comfortable. "I was just... um." He blinks. "I was... I wanted to... What did I want? I was going to do... something."

"...Deku?" Ochako calls. "Is something wrong?"

He waves a paw. "I just, I know I came here- I'm here to- there was... something I'm supposed to..." Izuku blinks again, and his shoulders drop. "Oh," he breathes. "I really can't. I just, don't remember."

"You... don't remember why you came here?" Tenya asks.

"No! Well, yes, yes I don't remember why I came here, but it isn't just that." Izuku frowns, patting his cheek a few times. "I can't... I don't remember anything. At all. I know who I am and what I am. I know that's called the sea, and this is what's called a beach, but I've never seen anything like it in my life, and that doesn't really make sense, but it kind of does to me, even though I don't remember. And I've never seen rocks that were red before either, which I don't entirely understand since clearly many rocks here are red, so I have to have seen rocks like them before, and yet I can only think this is my first time seeing them. Plus, I don't know where I came from, or why I'm here, and I know by shape that those things are trees-" he waved vaguely towards the path up the beach- "but I feel like they don't look like trees I've ever seen - or at least, I wasn't used to seeing these trees before I lost my memory - because they look so weird to me but nothing else comes to mind as far as what they could be and who knows what else I don't recognize. I'm not hurt right now, I would know, but I don't know anything other than who I am and what my name is, and that leads me to believe something happened to me that caused this and there's only so many things that could have caused this kind of memory loss, but I don't even know what they'd be because I can't remember anything..."

Tenya and Ochako look at each other, startled, as Izuku mumbles in circles about all the things he doesn't remember and what could have happened to drop him here, foot tapping in the sand and paw muffling his words.

"Excuse me," Tenya says eventually, and Izuku startles hard. He almost falls over, if not for Ochako pushing at his back and Tenya snagging his arms. "I'm sorry, Izuku, I didn't mean to scare you so badly!"

"I-It's okay," Izuku says once he's back on two feet. "Sorry. I didn't mean to go on for so long..."

"That's not a problem, I simply thought I should speak up before the sun goes down." He clears his throat. "What we're hearing, though, is that you have no clue how you've gotten here, yes?"

A nod. Something brushes against Izuku's senses briefly before Ochako brings his attention back.

"And you don't remember anything else about yourself, either?"

"Pretty much."

They both squint, studying him. Then Ochako and Tenya nod, and Izuku tries not to look relieved when they stop staring quite so hard.

"You seem like you're telling the truth," Ochako says. "Sorry, but we just need to be sure - there's been an awful lot of bad pokemon out there lately." She pauses. "Though I guess it's kind of silly to be wondering whether or not a riolu is good or bad. You and lucario do have a reputation for being trustworthy."

"It never hurts to be cautious!" Tenya declares. "But nonetheless. Izuku, I think I am right when I say you don't have a place to go or stay, correct?"

"Even if I did, I don't exactly remember it right now."

"Well! As it happens, Ochako and I are-" He yelps, cut off and pinwheeling as he tries to keep his balance.

Things move quickly, but Izuku figures it goes something like this:

From behind, two dark figures (the ones he'd sensed?) ram into Ochako and Tenya, sending their things flying as they fall on Izuku. One of them snatches the bags, cackling, before darting after their companion and disappearing into the caves nearby.

Then a bright and burning blur streaks after them, howling curses and swearing revenge. Still sitting on the sand, the three pokemon blink.

"Was that Katsuki?" Ochako stares, then jolts, and looks down. "Wait, our stuff! Those guys took our stuff!"

"Let's hurry!" Tenya jumps to his feet. Then he bows. "Izuku, please wait here."

With more speed than Izuku would've expected, he dashes into the cave. Ochako hurries after him.

"We'll be back in a minute!" She throws over her shoulder, and now it's Izuku's turn to yelp as he scrambles up.

"A-ah, wait, wait for me!"

"Well, this is a bit of a mess, isn't it?" the heliolisk grumbled. He prodded at the bandages, eliciting winces from the pokemon in front of him. "Your partner, who is apparently a child because for some reason Nana thought it would be fine, is currently missing in action, and Arceus-only-knows where he is now. Meanwhile, you've ended up several decades ahead of schedule, making everyone's jobs that much harder in a timeline sense, thank you very much, and you can barely use Dimensionall properly. Do you realize the mess this is gonna make and how hard it's gonna be to cover things up? What in the world were you and Nana thinking, kid?"

"I don't even know anymore," the lucario moaned, shifting position and regretting it immediately. An oran berry was promptly offered to him. "It wasn't even our fault. One moment everything is fine, the next we're somehow under attack, and I wasn't about to let him get hit when I had no clue what that would do to him."

"He probably would've taken those hits better than you did, blondie. You're lucky the only thing that got scrambled was your species," Gran Torino said. He gave the taller pokemon a look. "You're also lucky Nana did the smart thing and called in, or you would still be wandering on the beach, bleeding out and delirious."

"Yes, yes, I'm making terrible life decisions, I've realized that. At this point I'm pretty sure that all this-" one paw waved vaguely at the trees surrounding them- "has made me go into shock and that's the only reason I'm still conscious." He sighed, taking a bite of the berry. "But honestly, what am I going to do now? I can barely walk in this form, let alone go asking around if anyone has met a very specific pokemon in their lifetimes. We don't even know if he'll be dropped in this era!"

"Oh, relax. There's entire jobs focused on rescuing people and exploring new places, I'll help you get your leg up in them. If your partner is around here, there'll be reports, no doubt. And even if he isn't, you won't be sitting on your ass being useless this way. Explorers hear all sorts of things out there."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But before that..." Torino grinned. "You're of no use to anyone if you can't even move. Soon as you're in good enough condition, we're doing training."

He thought, how hard could it be?

Quite difficult, apparently.

"Be careful," Tenya whispers as Ochako peers around a corner. The mystery dungeon swarms with hostile pokemon, which makes keeping up much harder than it needs to be. Izuku tries to look for the auras of the thieves and the one who was chasing them, pointing them in the right direction while Tenya and Ochako run him through a crash course in exploring and fighting.

"It's clear," Ochako says after a moment, and they dart into the room before the wandering shellos decides to turn back. "They're this way, right Deku?"

"Yeah," Izuku says. "Ka- uh, Katsuki? He has a really distinct aura."

"I suppose that's a good thing, in this case. Thank you for helping us, Izuku." Tenya bows again. "You certainly didn't have to become involved, but your help right now is absolutely invaluable!"

"Um, you're welcome. I just, didn't think I could stay there knowing you were in here trying to get your things back when you've already done a lot to help me, too."

"Well, thank you," Ochako repeats, smiling. "This would me way harder without you, you know!" She nudges Izuku, then bounds deeper into the caves. The two hurry after her, and they arrive at the large cavern that marks the end just in time to see a very angry quilava plow right through the koffing and zubat hovering in front of him. Several bags and trinkets soar through the air and sink into the sand.

"You thought you could get away from ME, huh?!" Katsuki snarls, flames bursting from his back. "I'll show you!"

"Katsuki!" Tenya calls, and all of them turn to look at him.

"The hell are you two doing here, snaggletooth, furball? Who's the dumb blue standing back there?"

"This is Deku, he's a friend of ours," Ochako says. Izuku gives a small wave.

"You two!" Tenya stares down the thieves. "What do you think you're doing, running into people and taking their things?"

"Uh, you know, stealing?" Koffing replies. "That's the point."

"We figured you guild kids might have some good stuff to sell," zubat adds. "Didn't expect fireball to come rushin' after us like that."

"Well when you run around stealing, you better be ready for the damn consequences," Katsuki growls. "So just DIE ALREADY!"

He springs forward full-tilt, tackles zubat to the ground, and launches a flamethrower that koffing only barely manages to avoid by diving to the side. Then Tenya follows with a water gun that strikes home, and Izuku and Ochako jump in so as to not be left out.

Despite being outnumbered the two are quick and tricky, easily floating out of reach and zipping through the air. Fangs scrape across Tenya's scales and disappear before he can even blink. A swift attack grazes zubat when a quick attack misses, and in response koffing puffs out a massive smog that catches Izuku in the middle. Katsuki only scoffs, flames burning hotter as he lets loose another flamethrower, and the resulting drafts disperse the smoky air in seconds. Ochako and Tenya move in immediately, smacking koffing away. Izuku coughs, shaking off what little poison made its way into his system, and instinctively allows his senses to reach outward.

The image that blooms in his eyes and mind is almost overwhelming. Everything glimmers with an inner light, drowning the soft reds and yellows of the seaside cave in the same shades as the sky. He looks ahead, and watches rich blue-silver and bright light-dark pink spark against the sickly purple-yellow. Then he looks to the side and sees twisting orange-red preparing for the perfect blow against their target, a sly indigo-green creeping behind him.

Izuku isn't aware of the world around him dimming back into the shades and colors he's used to, nor the pump of his legs and the glow of power in his paws. There's only Katsuki and the pokemon he doesn't notice, it's wings drawn back as it prepares to strike, the beat of his own heart as he draws one arm back and springs up with a battle cry.

"RRRAGGH!"

His brick break sends zubat tumbling, and he crashes into the sand with a squawk. Without missing a beat Katsuki whirls, his flamethrower blistering, and it's only the rage in his eyes that tells Izuku how little he appreciates the attempted sneak attack. Koffing startles when his partner falls, allowing Ochako and Tenya to bring him down with a devastating swift-water gun combo.

When koffing floats back up, it's clear he can barely manage. Katsuki stalks over to the fluttering zubat, and lightly plants a paw on his head.

"Get up and I'll roast your ears off," he says. Zubat squeaks, and carefully goes still.

"Don't resist, and we won't have any reason to keep fighting," Tenya says, harsh gaze locked on koffing.

"M-man, you goody-two-shoes' are tougher than you look," koffing says, wilting under the stare. He looks over the four and his downed comrade several times, then sinks even lower and comes without a word.

Izuku walks behind Katsuki and keeps an eye on the bat, having been rebuked when he offered to help. He carries the recovered goods, doing his best to keep them from dragging in the sand. It's still bright out when they make it back to the beach, and Izuku can't help but be amazed again by the vibrant sky.

Then Izuku looks back at the others, just in time to see koffing use a burst of gas to launch himself out of Tenya and Ochako's grips like a ballistic rocket. He smashes straight into Katsuki and zubat, before erratically floating up and over the cliffs to freedom. Zubat swoops after him and barely dodges everyone's grasping hands, cackling as he darts away.

"See you next time, losers!"

Katsuki explodes, both literally and figuratively, screaming and spitting curses as they all back away. The sky is half dark before he stops, declares his intent to head back, and stalks away, still giving off enough heat to be felt halfway across the beach.

It's silent, save for the crash of the waves. Then Ochako snorts, and none of them can keep from collapsing in laughter, struck senseless by the whole situation. Tenya reclaims their things from Izuku, who is more than happy to share his load with the two of them, and it doesn't take long to return the rest of the stolen belongings because the rest of the victims have all gathered in the crossroads, attracted by Katsuki's yelling.

"So," Ochako says, once the sun is almost gone and everyone else has left. "Any thoughts on what you're gonna do now, Deku?"

Izuku thinks for a moment. "Well, joining the guild is likely my best bet. Do they let in any random pokemon their students advocate for?"

"Only if a team is cleared for recruitment," Tenya says. "But don't worry, this is different. After all you've done to help, and considering the issue with your memory, there's no way they wouldn't let you become a student if we ask, I'm sure of it!"

"And if they don't, I'll sneak you in anyway, don't worry." Ochako winks.

Izuku just laughs.

The sun was blinding, even as it sank further down the horizon.

The lucario sat behind the sage-like psychic type, patiently awaiting council. He swept a particularly irritating bit of fur out of his face and behind him, Gran Torino flopped to the ground.

"Call me when something interesting starts happening," he grumbled, leaning back.

"You need to work on your patience," the lucario said. He started to turn, only to remind himself of why exactly that was a terrible idea. (Why is it always my middle?) "Nighteye's foresight into our next course of action is vital."

"Doesn't make it any less boring. Besides, I'm pretty sure you could've come up here all by your lonesome even with that stupid hole in your gut. Why'd you need an old biddy like me coming along?"

"You would have yelled at me if I left you behind!"

"No I wouldn't."

"The knowledge I have for one of you is just as well off being heard by both of you, so please stop arguing about it."

The two snapped to attention as Sir Nighteye spread one wing, eyes locked on the setting sun. "The one you're looking for hasn't arrived yet," he said without further preamble. "I cannot pinpoint when exactly he will land, but when he does, he'll be lost. He needs a teacher."

"Does it matter who?" Torino asked. The lucario twitched. "Because if I'm going to get roped into teaching another brat, count me out."

"No," Nighteye said. "All will be as it must. You don't no need to worry about what fate requires from you, Gran Torino. But you..." He turned. "You're the sole member of an exceptional rescue team, the greatest explorer the world has ever seen, hiding from your enemies in plain sight. The future is too chaotic to see into deeply, but I know that you're destined to do much more than wander around, waiting to act. You know that too, even if your current options are quite limited."

"What if I do some research, then?" The lucario asked. "I don't know when the paralysis is going to begin, but the more we know about where to start the better our chances become, even if the lack of disturbances makes it difficult to pinpoint anything. Rescues and expeditions don't need to be my life - there's so many young pokemon out there with the potential to be better than I ever was. I'm just an old bag of bones, and I'm not worried for our future with them on the case."

"If you're old, what am I?" Torino snorted. "If Nana could see you now, ready to keel over any second."

"That's a good start." Nighteye nodded slowly, pointedly ignoring Gran Torino. "Most of it, at least. For now, though, you will be the first."

"The... first?"

"Of many." He stared the lucario in the eye, unblinking and unflinching. "You will be the benchmark against which everyone will be seen. Your influence will spread far beyond what you anticipated, with your humble goals and beginnings. You needn't to worry about where the world will take you. Everything will fall into place with time."

And with that Sir Nighteye shooed them away, leaving them to camp among the cliffs below. As Torino dozed off, the lucario looked up at the stars, and not for the first time marveled at how different this view was from the one back home. He wondered if his missing friend has seen this same sky yet, and if he was just as amazed by the world that used to be as he was.

Morning found Torino opening his eyes and seeing his companion, who was still gazing at the ever-fading night. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"A little," he replied absently, one paw running over fresh bandages and the rough scar-patched fur peeking out from underneath. "But that's not important right now. Listen, I have an idea."

"Woah..." Izuku swivels, eyes tracing over the rough stone walls and wooden beams. To support all the weight, he thinks, along with who in the world designed this? "I knew the cliffs we're tall, but I didn't realize they were this big underneath. How many floors are there?"

"Between you and me, I haven't got a clue - I never bothered counting," their noivern guide, Hizashi, says. "It's really something though, isn't it kid?" He stops at one of the doorways in the hall before Izuku can think of answering. "This here is what we call the rec room. If you're asking whether the 'rec' stands for recreation or recruitment, my answer is yes. Inko's the one in charge here - you won't meet a nicer pokemon, but when you make her angry she's scary as heck. So, you know, make sure you don't."

"Um, okay?"

"He means that this is where non-guild team members are registered for exploration and other guild duties, without being made part of the guild itself," Tenya explains, pushing past them to stand inside the room and gesture. "Some pokemon may wish to lend you their expertise without being bound by the heavy rules and regulations of being part of the guild - that's why we have recruitment systems."

"As succinct an explanation as ever, Tenya! Well done!" Hizashi turns back to Izuku. "All exploration and rescue teams must have at least one guild-trained member among their ranks, for safety reasons," he says. "It's a fairly new regulation compared to how long explorers have been a thing, but they're pretty strict on enforcing it. That way, not just anyone can declare themselves rescuers and start getting request mail - it prevents anyone who is under-experienced from heading out and getting themselves hurt, got it?"

"I think so."

"Then let's move on with his tour!" Hizashi whirls around and flutters down the hall, leaving the three scrambling to keep up. "There's only a few more rooms I need to show you, and knowing Shouta like I do, he's probably already done clearing you with the big guy anyway."

"H-he is?" Izuku twitches. "Are you sure it's okay for me to be here and looking around if we don't know if I'm part of the guild yet?"

"Of course it is, kid, relax." Hizashi waves. "We let people come see the facilities without joining all the time - it's not some exclusive club, you know. Besides, I'll never hear the end of it from these two if you don't become a student."

"That's not true!" Tenya says.

"There's no way Deku won't be let in, anyway," Ochako says.

Hizashi chuckles, sweeping them onward. "Come on, come on, we don't have all night."

"Are you sure about this?" Gran Torino asked. "Seems like a pretty big step."

"I'm sure," he said. "To pave the way for the children that are our future... I can't think of anything better. And it puts me in the best place to keep watch over things and look for him, wouldn't you say?"

The building was an innocuous thing from the outside, a tall golden-black tent framed by torches and totems on either side. Under their feet, a grate kept them from falling into the tunnels below. A sign hung proudly over the entryway, several words emblazoned in bright blue;

ALL MIGHT GUILD TEACHING THE HEROES OF TOMORROW PLUS ULTRA!

"Well, it's your life." Torino shrugged, and headed inside. "I plan on headed for the caves over westward. I hear there's some great hot springs nearby and I don't know about you, but I plan on going on a very long and well-deserved vacation."

The lucario followed, laughing. "Don't think that's gonna keep anyone from coming to see you. All they'll need to hear is that an old explorer lives up there and you'll have whole groups waiting to hear some stories."

"They better not. No one's hearing any stories unless I approve of them, and the day I let some whippersnapper get the best of me is the day I'll dive off the bluff." He eyed the other pokemon. "Speaking of whippersnappers, you do have some help, right? If you expect to run this place all by yourself, I don't plan on sticking around for your incredible guild's just as incredible collapse."

"Of course I hired help!" He spluttered. "I'm not that stupid. Some of them are already here, something about not wanting to get lost later, I believe? The others will be here soon."

"That's my cue to get going, then. I'd hate to have to say hello." Torino shook himself. "Don't be a stranger, alright?"

"I won't if you won't." The lucario sobered. "And, thank you. For everything."

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Torino rolled his eyes, but didn't hide the smile on his face as he turned away. "Trust me when I say you'll find your boy one day, so don't stress about it too much. And make sure you take care of yourself, for his sake as much as your own."

"I will."

"That there is the kitchen." Hizashi points. "Beside it is the dining hall - technically dinner ended a little while ago, but food'll be served for a while longer. That's just in case anyone comes back late and missed their meal because of a mission, or if they get held up during their free time like you three. The guild's technically closed to all non-students after a certain hour, to keep any shady characters from getting in and finding things they shouldn't."

"There's enough space inside, so we all try to eat together, usually," Ochako says, standing beside Izuku. "Even All Might comes out and joins us, even though it's hard for him sometimes."

"Yeeahh, but he likes coming out to see all you kids anyway," Hizashi says. "He's always going on about how you're the future and it's nice to see how good you're all getting and all that, it's all kinds of adorable." He shakes himself. "Anyway, there's those rooms. Any questions this time?"

"Just one." Izuku fidgets.

"Sure thing, kid. What is it?"

"Who is ''All Might''? The name was on the sign outside, but I forgot to ask earlier."

Tenya, on Izuku's other side, raises a claw before pausing. "Ah.."

"He's the one who runs the guild," A luxray says, startling everyone as he slips past and sits down. "It's the name of his team, technically, but since he's the only one on it everyone just uses it like another name."

"Shouutaa, don't do that!" Hizashi whines. "You nearly gave us a heart attack!"

"Sorry," Shouta says, entirely unrepentant. "I just finished talking to him, by the way. He wants to see you, kid." He nods towards the trio.

"Us too?" Ochako asks.

"No, but you might as well come along." Shouta stands. "Come on, I'll show you the way from here. You've pretty much wrapped up the tour, right?"

"Yes, sir!" Tenya nods vigorously.

"Good. Let's go."

He's staring at one of the tapestries hanging on the walls, psyching himself up for the conversation he knows is going to happen. One ear is trained on the conversation just outside his door.

Nighteye's words still ring in his ears, and weigh down on his own shoulders like the world itself.

"-e's an amazing explorer, and incredibly kind." The exuberant tones of young Tenya filter through the crack in the door. "You have nothing to worry about."

"I-I know, but I'm just a little nervous. Are you sure this is okay?" This voice is so quiet, and so distantly familiar it makes his heart ache.

"Of course it is," he hears Shouta say. "He's the one who asked for you. We already put you in the rosters as a student, and he's aware of the issue with your memory. Relax."

The guildmaster closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, peeking through the thick wood. Three of the auras are familiar, crackling in distinct blues and pinks and grays. One aura is unfamiliar, but it glimmers with such a lively deep green that he has a feeling he would've known exactly who it is, even without the forewarning. He stops looking and sighs.

(Just another student, just another student...)

Shouta pokes his head in. "I've brought the kid."

"Thank you, Shouta," he says. "Send him in, please."

Despite anything he said and thought before, he isn't ready for the one who walks through that door, lost and nervous and looking just the same as he remembers. It hurts so much more than he expected it to.

"Good evening!" He says, bowing and beaming and carefully avoiding the riolu's eyes so he doesn't have to see the blank look in his eyes. "You don't need to look so worried, my boy, you are hardly in trouble. My name is Toshinori Yagi-" (You already know that, but you don't, do you?)- "and I am the guildmaster here. It is wonderful to meet you, young Izuku!"

"T-thank you, sir!" Izuku yelps, bowing low. Toshinori focuses on ignoring the pang in his chest. "My name is Izuku Midoriya, b-but you knew that already, I guess. Thank you for allowing me into your guild!"

"Just Toshinori is fine," he replies, half on reflex. He places a paw on Izuku's shoulder, and decidedly pretends he isn't thinking about how small he still is compared to him. "Shouta has already explained the circumstances to me. We are more than happy to have you here with us, so please, consider this guild your home for as long as you'll have us, my boy."

Izuku beams, and Toshinori can hear relieved and excited squeaking from the other side of the door. That Izuku has already found good friends in the form of the other students warms his heart.

"Thank you so much," Izuku repeats, shuffling his feet.

"You will always be welcome - it's our pleasure, truly!" Toshinori grins, and lets his paw slip off Izuku's shoulder. "Now that we have our pleasantries out of the way - young Ochako and young Tenya, you can stop hovering by the door and come in as well."

They can't quite keep from smiling when they come in, though their bashful stances tell him all he needs to know.

"Sorry," Ochako says. "We just wanted to make sure Deku would be okay, I promise we didn't hear anything important."

"I believe you," Toshinori says. "You aren't in trouble either. I simply felt that since you were here, I might as well tell you all at once. Izuku will be rooming with you two for now, since you have the extra space, and I've already asked Ken to set up a new bed. Could you also show Izuku around, and partner up with him until he's gotten used to life here?"

"Absoutely!" Tenya salutes. "We will do our utmost to help him, and do everything in our power to make sure he adjusts well to life here at the guild!" Ochako nods eagerly.

"You needn't be so formal, young Tenya. But thank you, both of you." Toshinori says. "We'll introduce you to everyone in the morning, Izuku. Once you're more used to the other students and going on missions, we'll likely start pairing you up with others as well. Whether you go on any requests alone is entirely up to you, but not until Shouta clears you as ready, alright?"

Izuku nods.

"Excellent! That's everything I wanted to speak with you three about, so you're free to grab some dinner and go to bed." He put one paw on his hip and pumped the other in the air. "Make sure you get plenty of rest for tomorrow, so you can do your absolute best! PLUS ULTRA!!"

"Yes, sir!"

Toshinori beams at their enthusiasm. They file back out, gently shutting the door behind them, and after double-checking that no one is watching, he finally allows himself to slump to the floor.

"This is so much harder than we thought it would be." He shut his eyes. Izuku had smiled so brightly, with his friends by his side - there was more joy on his face than Toshinori had seen in years. If he tells Izuku now, if he doesn't give him a chance to decide or live life when Toshinori has had years to live his…

He won't tell him, not yet. He will not add to the burden of a child that is already so, so heavy.

"Oh, Nana" Toshinori sighs, "give me strength. What am I supposed to do now?"

Izuku pressed a paw on the bed closest to the window and furthest from the entry way - the one Tenya and Ochako had indicated as his. The material was softer than it looked, and for the millionth time today he marveled at the unfamiliar textures.

"What do you think, Deku?" Ochako asked. "I know all this is probably a lot, since you're missing a lot of memories and things."

"It's... nice." Izuku said. "There's a lot of things I don't know, but, I'll have time for that later. Right now, I think I'm good." He lay down. Moon and starlight filtered into the room, casting everything in faint shadows. As he stared out into the night, he couldn't help but be amazed by the deep sky and twinkling lights, so different from the sky he'd witnessed earlier.

"Don't be afraid to ask us or anyone about something," Tenya said, to his left. "I can't imagine what it must be like for you, barely knowing the world around you."

"I'm sure things will come back to you eventually. It does mean you get to experience a bunch of cool things for the first time, though!" Ochako added. "Maybe even for the second time!"

Tenya and Izuku both paused, then laughed. "It sounds kind of funny when you put it like that," Izuku snickered, rolling over to look at them better. "I'm doing things for the first time again. That doesn't even make sense!"

"It's not wrong, though," Tenya said, trying to keep his voice down. "Nonetheless, if you don't know what something is, you can always count on us."

"Really?"

"Of course!" Ochako flopped onto her bed. "That's what friends and partners and teammates are for, right?"

"Those are all the same thing," Tenya noted. Ochako stuck her tongue out. "But you're still right. Of course we mean it." Then he turned away. "Now, we have a long day ahead of us, so we'd best go to sleep. Goodnight, you two!"

"Goodnight, Tenya, goodnight, Deku."

"G-goodnight!"

Izuku rolled onto his back and shut his eyes. He listened to the low breathing of his friends and the faint and yet unfamiliar noises of the outside world, and and fell asleep.

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Kacchako fanfic: New Prey chapter 32

~~~ Go to the Store!~~~

Bakugou just finished his physical exam at the All Might office and was waiting for All Might himself to give him his work schedule and what not.

Deku just arrived at the waiting room and then he saw Bakugou sitting down in one of the chairs. Deku immediately tripped back and hid from the view of his new partner.

'Wait what am I doing? We aren't in high school anymore, we are pros and partners! I just need to walk up to him and start a conversation.' Deku thought.

He gained the confidence he needed and walked towards Bakugou. "Ah..H-hey Kacchan." Deku said.

Bakugou being himself ignored his new partner.

Deku gulped and decided to try again.

"Ahh you really gave it 100% at today's evaluation. You kinda got everybody worried about their lab equipment as well." Deku said.

"Tch. Not my fuckin fault their shitty equipment couldn't handle my quirk." He said.

"I guess so, maybe they need better equipment." Deku suggested.

Bakugou was on his phone and Deku felt that he was going no where with his new partner.

Ever since they both got accepted into the same agency. He knew that his partner would be the one and only Bakugou. He tried to come up with ways to confront Bakugou or atleast start a decent conversation.

He sighed but he was still determined to make progress.

"Ahh how are you and Uraraka?" Deku asked.

Bakugou knew Deku was trying to talk with him. Him being the stubborn ass he is, decided to ignore him again. (He was trying to hold his tantrums and curse words at work after all)

'I don't know what I prefer, Kacchan yelling and threatening me all the time, or him ignoring my presence.' Deku thought to himself.

"I heard you two moved into an apartment already. Well that's to be expected you guys-" Deku words were cut.

"Damn right we are engaged so it's only reasonable we live together dumbass! Don't fucking tell me you disagree for our reasons either." Bakugou defended.

Lately word got around that Uraraka and him moved out together and some people were surprised and unsure if that was the smartest decision the young couple did. He was tired of all the shit they were hearing recently.

Unfortunately for Bakugou Deku wasn't going to lecture him on their decisions. Instead Deku was shocked.

"En-engaged? I was going to say it was expected to happen eventually cause you two were dating since high school. But I didn't know you two were engaged?! When? Or how? Or why didn't Uraraka tell me? Or or ahhh." Deku was stuttering.

Bakugou eyes widened in the realization for the actions he just did. Telling the nerd about his personal life.

"Eh? You mean to tell me Uraraka didn't tell you herself?" Bakugou was also surprised in this situation.

He always knew that Uraraka and Deku were best friends. Since high school. He just never thought that Uraraka would stop talking to Deku about her life.

"Well shit happens after high school. People stop seeing each other and shit." Bakugou smirked. Thinking that this was a victory for him.

"Oh no Uraraka talked to me the other day about her new partners... she just never told me about... your relationship status." Deku muttered.

"Well anyways. Regardless of what people say, I think it's great that you two-"

"Stop right there Deku! We may be fucking partners for this agency. But this partnership won't be forever, it's only temporary! So until we go solo, this is strictly a professional partnership. We aren't going to fucking talk about our personal lives, we only talk about the mission. Got that. So stop trying." Bakugou told him.

"But that isn't true. We aren't in high school anymore. This is the real world. We are real heroes now. This isn't a school project that we can ignore each other for an assignment and get a passing grade. This is now life or death. We fight and defend everybody as heroes. And it's our job to work together to ensure that the city and its citizens are safe from any harm. That means we have to learn to work together, not just now, but for the duration of us working at the same hero field." Deku stood up and his heart was racing fast.

It wasn't everyday he got to lecture Bakugou and now he was wondering how Bakugou will respond to his outburst.

Before Bakugou can respond to Deku. The both of them heard a clapping noise.

"Very well young midoriya, I couldn't have said that just as well as you did right now." All Might said.

Both stared at All Might.

"Well both of you come with me to my office. We have some stuff to talk about and schedules being given. Come! While we are still young!" All Might declared.

~~~ some time later~~~ All might finished telling Bakugou and Deku about how things run in his office and what's expected of them. He gave out their identical schedules and told them tips about keeping their identity hidden and what not. Before the two left the door. He looked at Bakugou.

"Young man, did you finally come up with a new hero name. A new appropriate hero name? You need to submit your papers to me." All Might said.

Bakugou grabbed the paper from his pocket.

"Yeah yeah I got it right here." Bakugou gave it to All Might.

"So is this hero name #8 or #12? I lost track of how many times your.... creative.. names got rejected." All Might teased.

"Aye! This is hero name #7, this is the one. Don't you dare reject this name! You should be open minded to greatness right? Unlike Midnight and her stuck up preferences." Bakugou cursed Midnight.

All might opened the paper and grinned.

"Sounds intimidating... but it certainly suits you. You surely would stand out with a name like this. I like it." All Might said.

Bakugou smirked.

"Young man, make sure you do this agency justice."

"Of course I will." Bakugou said.

'I wonder what his name is?' Deku thought.

All Might gave one last comment.

"Oh before you young men leave, remember a great Hero is indeed strong and brave by himself. But a single hero can only save so many people. It takes partnership and trust from your team and partners to make sure justice is indeed served. So take that in mind. A good SOLO hero is determined by how well he can interact and work well with other heroes." All Might said to both of them.

But Bakugou knew that All Might was talking to him.

Both nodded and walked about the door.

Bakugou wants to be a solo hero. He doesn't want to work with other people who will only get in his way. Until he thought that this was his biggest weakness at UA and the most important quality he lacked at UA as well. He cursed at himself and knew that he had to have better team work to become a great hero. After all there would be times when he would have to partner up with random heroes. He hated that he knew he had to change.

But he wasn't going to do a 180 on his personality. Fuck that. If he had to work with others. He will do it as himself. Not some fake ass two faced goodie too shoes personality.

He stopped walking and pointed at Deku's direction.

"Listen here Deku! We are partners and partners only. I want to become a solo hero. And I won't let you stop me! Just because am willing to work with you does not mean we are friends got that! We will... work together at missions and be strangers on days off. Got that!" Bakugou told him.

Deku nodded. But he hopes that their friendship can be fixed by being partners... it just takes time.. right?

~~~At the apartment~~~

"Oh no! We just moved in here and I already messed up the kitchen!" Uraraka yelled to herself.

She just wanted to make a smoothie for Katsuki to have when he got home. And now the white cabinets are covered by a berry mix. The counter top took a hit as well as the floor.

She looked at the clock and hoped that All Might was keeping him at the office longer than needed.

She needed to clean the kitchen first. That way Katsuki doesn't know how much she sucks in the kitchen.

She started to open random drawers and panicked.

"Oh no where did he put all the cleaning stuff!" She said.

She still wasn't familiar with where things were in this new apartment.

Her heart dropped when she heard keys and the sound of the door opening.

Without thinking she ran to the door and shoved it closed as it was opening.

"Eh? What the hell?" Bakugou yelled.

"Hey sweetie... how was the test?" She calmly said and she continued to shove all her weight to make sure the door stays closed.

Bakugou not knowing what is happening decided to shove the door open.

"It was fucking fine, but what the hell are you doing? Open the door!" He said.

"Oh no no it's fine you don't have to come in the apartment... you should go out with... Kirishima or someone." Uraraka suggested.

Bakugou not wanting to hurt Uraraka shoved the door with some of his strength. He didn't want to accidentally hurt her. But he also wants to know why she is shoving the door closed.

"Or, how about I come inside to the apartment I fuckin live in." He sarcastically suggested.

"Then can you go to the store please?" She yelled.

"The store? What the fuck do you need? Wait.. no why the fuck are you closing the door huh?" He yelled.

Uraraka panicked and just blurted out something that no guy would have the chance to say no.

"Katsuki I need tampons! Go get some!" She yelled.

Bakugou stopped trying to shove the door open and looked confused, shocked, and so lost.

Uraraka closed the door and locked it.

"Ahh?" Bakugou couldn't even comprehend any words.

"Yeah go to the store and get me some please. I would go myself but I have cramps." She lied.

"...so that's why the door is closed? Cause you are on your period?" He sounded confused.

"Katsuki don't question me! Go to the store please!" She begged.

Bakugou gave up and grabbed his bag.

"Fine! But I don't fuckin know anything about tampons! Are they all the same or some shit?" He yelled.

"Katsuki keep your voice low! The neighbors!" She gasped.

"Argh! Well I would keep my voice low if I can talk to you face to face you know!" Bakugou said.

"Just...just go ask an employee if you need help!" She said.

"Please I need it!" She said.

He sighed and decided to go get the stuff Ochako demanded.

"Fine but that door better not be shoved on my face when I get back!" He said as he left to the store.

"Oh it won't... just gotta clean up the kitchen." She silently said to herself.

~~~an hour later~~~ Uraraka managed to find the cleaning supplies and quickly cleaned up the mess. Until it looked like the kitchen was as clean as it was when they moved in.

She thought about what went wrong when she made the smoothie and looked at the instructions to use the blender. She sighed when she realized that she didn't put the cap on the top of the blender right... she put the cap on upside down and because of that the cap flew off when she turned on the blender.

She looked at the recipe for the smoothie again online and started to prepare the fruits... again.

~~~During the hour....at the store~~~ Bakugou tracked down the unknown part of the store he never bothered to go by... the female hygiene aisle.

He saw to many different kinds of stuff he didn't even know a girl needed for a period.

He cursed at himself and turned on his phone to google,

"what kinds of shit does a woman need for her period, a guy guide."

Google suggested,"What kind of stuff does a woman need for her period, a guy guide."

He cursed again and clicked on the line google suggested.

He eventually found a website that told him everything a guy needed to know about female periods and what to buy if there partners ask them to buy products for them (in his case his partner slammed the door to his face and demanded him to go to the store)

He grabbed some stuff of the shelf and walked toward the check out station.

And of fucking course the only line available was a girl cashier.

For the first time in forever, he looked away from anybodies face while at the store.

He could only imagine the girl cashier laughing at him silently in her head.

He paid for the stuff and quickly went home, with his face as red as ever.

Boy did he had a long day today.

~~~back at the apartment~~~ Bakugou was relieved when he put his key in the door it twisted... and fuckin opened.

He put his bag on the floor and noticed Ochako was at the kitchen.

He remembered what he read at the website earlier about, things a guy needs to know about a girls period, and decided Ochako was probably grumpy over her cramps and her emotions are all over the place. So instead of starting an argument about what the hell happened earlier with the door situation, he decided to just drop it.

Both of them laid eyes on each other.

He gave her the bag of products and she gave him a smoothie in exchange.

#bakuraka #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x uraraka #uraraka ochako #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #all might

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I wish you would write a fic where Katsuki Bakugō meets Rin Okumura and they become bros and stuff :D

Title: Classroom BoredomFandom: Blue Exorcist x Boku no Hero AcademiaSummary: Somehow Katsuki expected more from a class just for those kin with demons. At least his seat neighbor was all right for an overly chatty wanna be knight.AN: AAAnd now completely done. Considering I was aiing for 500 wors originally and this is now three imes as long… this is set a few decades in the future of AnE! Also, here “Kin” means related to a Demon King. This doesn’t mean the Demon King himself necessarily but can also refer to demons associated with said Demon King.Katsuki Bakugou, 15 years old, kin of Ilbis, Exorcist in training and utterly bored. When he had signed up for the advanced exorcism class instead of just the mandatory one, fully set on actually working in the True Cross Order, he had expected glorious battles - not boring lessons.

All the hope he had put on the classes for those who were kin with demons had been shattered within a day too. School was boring. It was so much mindless studying and recitation and remembering- the kind of things Deku was interested in but never Katsuki.

As Miwa sensei lectured, one by one everyone fell asleep. Even Deku was distracting himself by growing some weird ass plants on his arm. When he was doing things like that, it was hard to imagine that somewhere blood of the crazy and weird as hell Earth King was running through the teenager’s veins. Well, not that he was the only one, Satou and Mineta were related to the Earth King as well, but Deku was the only one who used his powers so weirdly. Perhaps he was the only one who could use his powers like that. Rumors had gone up that Deku was actually related to Amaimon, though Katsuki had yet to see prove.

Sighing he dropped his head on his desk. This class was so boring.

“Pssssht!”

Katsuki turned to his left. His seat neighbor, Egan- something he couldn’t recall, waved at him while smiling the probably biggest smile Katsuki had ever seen.

What the fuck.

“You’re bored too?” Egan asked.

For a moment Katsuki considered ignoring him, but finally decided against it.

“Yeah.”

“Awesome! Well- not really, but yeah. Mako- Miwa-sensei is a real bore, right?”

Katsuki could only nod. “The only really interesting lessons are Aizawa and Toshinori’s.”

At that Egan nodded. “Yes! Aizawa has some awesome Tamer stuff going on. His Nebari summons are hella creepy though. Toshinori’s Aria lessons are fun too! Do you have demon pharmaceutics? Yukio’s classes can be boring but you should-”

“EGIN!” Miwa interrupted. “Don’t interrupt class!”

“Yes, sir!” Egan- Egin shouted, waking everyone up who was asleep.

What a weirdo.He was bearable though.

The next weeks continued in similar matter. Whenever Katsuki was about to dose off, Egin would start a conversation until the teacher called them out. Sometimes they only talked for a few minutes, on other days for the whole lesson. And somehow, whenever Katsuki wasn’t bothered by Kaminari and Kirishima, Egin would hang out with him or worse: drag him to the rest of his classmates and have him socialize with them. Katsuki didn’t even know how Egin managed it. One moment the blonde was alone, the next he was sitting in a circle with the rest of the demon kin teenagers.At least he got some more information on Egin, who was weirdly blank. Yukio Egin, the pharmaceutics teacher, was apparently his older brother by ten years or so and Egin wanted to gain the Meister Knight and Aria. Egin was also shit at any recitations so the Aria Meister didn’t make a lot of sense to Katsuki until he heard the other teenager sing a whole lot of Latin bible phrases and prayers and what not. He honestly hadn’t expected that from a guy that sucked at remembering something as much as Egin.

The thing that interested Katsuki the most though, was who Egin was kin with. He had to be kin with some Demon King, otherwise he wouldn’t be in the same class as Katsuki.The summons Egin made weren’t really helpful solving that riddle either. Usually one stuck to their own kin and maybe another one that fit. But Egin apparently was the prime example for “screw the rules” as he summoned demons of all kinds and classes, often earning disapproving glances from Aizawa. But about that Egin didn’t seem to care too much. In general, even though he was in the top five, Egin seemed so give zero fucks about school. It was odd since he was such a straightforward and determined guy.

“Katsuki!” Egin called and waved at him. “Class is about to start!”

“I’m coming, idiot,” Katsuki said and dragged himself towards the gym.

Inside Egin had already managed to get into a heated argument with Kaminari on how good Egin actually was at summoning. It was starting to look a bit like a small or, hell, maybe even big disaster as Egin ran over to the only blackboard in the gym, a piece of chalk in hand. He erased the previously instructions on how to properly evade a demon to make place.

“I’ll show you then!” Egin declared and began to sketch a circle Katsuki wasn’t even sure of to what element it belonged.

“Bane of ancient times, here my call, by the blood of my kin, come forth!”

Not that he’d ever admit it, but what happened next scared him just a bit. One moment Egin appeared happy and successful, the next he was plucked from the ground and in that beast’s mouth. His classmates started screaming, terror slowly crawled inside the previously peaceful classroom. So this was actual combat.

No wonder they were still going to school.

Egin’s demon was terrifying. About five meters tall with at least a hundred yellow snake like eyes. Its mouth made up at least half of its body in total, the rest being a weird chimera like mix. The knowledge he had acquired in school so far couldn’t help him determine what this thing was. It radiated warmth, had spider legs, red scales, messy dark fur- it was a living nightmare. One that was about to kill Egin.Whatever courage Katsuki could muster up, he poured into his next action. He made his way towards the beast, fire already biting at his palms. No matter what this thing was, surely it would hurt it if Katsuki burned his eyes?He was nearly there when Asui hold him back.

“What the-“

“Your fire won’t help,” she informed him. “I can feel it. That thing is fire.”

“How would you know?!” Katsuki shouted. “That thing will kill Egin!”

“I’m kin with Egyn,” she told him, appearing rather unbothered by his temper. “And so far it hasn’t done much. It looks like it’s waiting for an attack.”

The worst was that Asui had a point. Recklessly and mindlessly storming into battle, wasn’t that something Egin had also told him to get under control. Katsuki turned to look at the demon again. It definitely was waiting for something as it made no move. It didn’t even try to devour Egin.

“What are we supposed to do then?” He asked.

“Iida’s run for a teacher and the rest,” she pointed to the other students, „are working on a strategy. Just because you have the fastest reaction, doesn’t mean the rest of us won’t do anything.”

“Fine,” Katsuki bit out just the moment the demon suddenly screamed.

Everyone jumped with fright, expecting the beast to suddenly lose control and go ahead and attack them. For one moment, nobody reacted. It felt as if everyone even stopped breathing, completely frozen.

“That’s enough.”

From behind the students, at the gym’s entrance, Egin’s older brother stood. Instead of looking panicked or even just worried, he appeared annoyed.

“Nii-san, stop with the act. You’ve had your fun. Now stop before the class seriously hurts themselves.”

“Spoilsport!” Egin’s voice rang through the building.

Katsuki couldn’t quite believe his eyes. The demon carefully dropped the completely uninjured Egin to the ground.

“You’re always ruining my classes. And do I have to remind you that your exam nearly got me killed?” Egin huffed as if moments before he hadn’t been dying.

“I didn’t even come up with your Exwire exam! It’s been decades! You can’t still be holding that against me, Rin!”

“I can and I will. Now-“

“What the fuck is going on?!” Katsuki expressed what all the other teenagers were asking themselves. Why was Egin alive and well and complaining about his brother ruining his classes.

“I’d like to know that as well,” Todoroki added while a bunch of their classmates nodded.

“This, my dear students, was your exam!” Egin exclaimed cheerily. “Allow me that I reintroduce myself. Okumura Rin, Honorable Knight and a bunch o other titles making me the glorified babysitter of my siblings, at your service. I’m your actual teacher, not Mako-kun. He was just my step in so I could observe whether you’d be worth my time.”

“Liar,” Egin- Okumura’s older brother said. “You would have taken the class regardless of what impression they make on you as long as it gets you away from your paperwork.”

“Shut it, Yukio. Not everyone can do paperwork for nearly a century and not go mad. You’re weird like that. Anyway, Ashido, you have to be careful with your summons. I’d stick to weaker once for now in stressful situations. Todoroki, just because you have a bit more power than the rest doesn’t mean you can-“

And Egin- Okumura latched into criticizing and/or praising how they all reacted and behaved just like a freaking teacher. Somehow Katsuki still couldn’t fathom what the fuck was going on but apparently that was alright because neither could his classmates.

AN: Basically (semi) immortal Okumura twins teaching Cram school and hiding their identities because have you tried going anywhere when everyone knows your name?

#blue exorcist #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou #okumura rin #bnha #ane #anon #ask #prompt #fanic

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