#and even when he is like. shes still uraraka. shes still fierce and kind and hardworking

[welpjesuisla]

Tagged: 10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 Tags

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John Doe (UnOrdinary)

First off, yes, his name really is John Doe LOL. He's not a very popular type of main character - at least in my experience. He's fiercely protective and cunning. And he struggles a lot with figuring himself out. He's the kind of main character that you have to follow around even when you don't agree with his decisions.

Shikamaru Nara (Naruto)

Underrated fr. Like we have so very few braincell holders in Naruto and Shikamaru is a reluctant holder of one. Despite his genius we all are aware of just how human he is. He still is vulnerable to the natural things of life and his own emotions.

Yes i am going to go on living life pretending that the Burrito version of Shikamaru doesn't exist :)

Ochaco Uraraka (Boku No Hero Academia)

The cute girl that could and would fight you and WIN.

She has a special place for me. She could have so easily been left at just the cute best friend girl or the poor girl gag or quirky love interest. But she isn't! And it's refreshing! She takes the path she set out on seriously. She has a kindness about her but she is also determined to do what's right. And she's prepared to take what steps she needs to protect herself and others. If you say her match with Bakugou didn't change your brain chemistry YOU'RE LYING!

Obi (Akagami No Shirayukihime)

The man that he is. Full disclosure, I've read a lot of Shoujo but OBI is truly the first character that I craved more of. Seriously, I want his backstory so bad but I fear we'll never be allowed to have it. He's an assassin turned official knight. He's roguish but just as seamlessly can be a gentleman. He's dangerous but he chooses to be soft and fond. Don't even get me started on the found family dynamics!!

Minhyuk (I Love Yoo)

The best big brother/best friend ever.

Minhyuk is THE BEST. And I accept Nothing Else. He's the pillar needed in crazy situations. Even if he's not physically there. He understands when to push and when to play around. Genuinely the only guy I trust with Shin-ae's literal life (Sorry, Dieter). He has her best interests at heart even when he's not completely in the know about what's going on. Dude is willing to try fighting CEOs to protect her and DID fight her stalkers.

Padme Amidala (Star Wars)

Okay her taste in men is to be taken with a bucket of salt BUT!!

Come on! Queen!! Undercover specialist - posing as her on Lady-in-waiting is such a boss move! Unafraid of active warzones and assassination attempts! Fashion icon!

Loki (Thor MCU)

As you may be seeing: i have a tendency to gravitate to characters that are usually inclined to manipulation and violence complex. I could genuinely go on and on about the beautiful depth of his character but then I'd get sad about what he became in Ragnarok and onwards. But yeah, love Loki - adore him truly!!!

Koushi Sugawara (Haikyuu!!)

Chaotic good at its finest.

THE Morale!! THE Refreshing!! THE Mom!! OUR Vice Captain!! The lovely Suga!! The biggest chaos gremlin of them all! Would literally win in a fight with every single member of the Karasuno team (with merciless cheating lol). I love the diversity in him: he can be the steady senpai, flipping at a switch between happy-go-lucky and excitable aggression, seems like the least threatening member when he loves screwing with the other side mentally. He's great >:)

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman)

Literally my favorite rendition of Wonder Woman. She's sheltered but well-intentioned. She's determined and doesn't let things like social norms get in her way. She brought humanity to a setting we constantly forget the humanity of. She's not afraid of being emotional because there's no shame in it. She showed us what some heroes forget to show us, that things aren't always good and bad guys.

Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader Viewpoint)

He's such a mastermind, he's great!! A MENACE UNLEASHED!

Okay so admittedly, i don't think I'll even be able to scratch the surface of the genius that is his character. He's literally Upgraded Coping Mechanism on top of Well-used Coping Mechanism. A Reader given the same detachment from reality that protected them but debilitated them but now it makes them the most powerful and prepared. And he uses it with so much tangible smugness

#10 fandoms 10 characters #John Doe UnOrdinary #UnOrdinary #Shikamaru Nara #Naruto Shippuden #Ochako Uraraka #Boku no Hero Academia #Obi ans #AnS #akagami no shirayukihime #Minhyuk ily #i love yoo webtoon #Padme Amidala #Star Wars #Loki #2011 2013 loki supremacy #Sugawara Koushi #Haikyuu #diana prince #Wonder Woman #kim dokja #orv #my stuff #did i forget to tag? yes yes i did #but also this took me so long lol

[dascarecrow]

The Failed Raid - A Gentle Recovery VIII

Little Eri was of the opinion that this was a good day, despite the bad things that had happened. 

Her Papa had gotten hurt trying to stop a bunch of villains, which had left her fretting something fierce. But her and her Mama were doing their best to help him get better. It was nice spending time with him when he needed it. And she got to see her Nana and Aunt Mitsuki when they came to visit Papa. Now the rest of her aunts were here for Cookie Time! 

A one Aunt Mitsuki seemed to be having the best time, fussing over Eri by giving her a bite sized cookie each time she passed by. Something that was happening quite a bit considering the little unicorn was going around passing out cookies to everyone who had joined for Cookie Time today. Still something was bothersome in the fiery woman’s mind. 

“So did that brat of mine stop by already? I figured he’d be here after a loss like that.” Izuku was reluctant to answer, knowing that it was likely to end in trouble for Kacchan. Unfortunately Uraraka would take the decision out of his hands. “Haven’t seen him. He wasn’t even waiting around when Deku was allowed to have visitors.” 

The ash blonde woman’s eyes became sharper and her smile got just a bit more pointed. “I see.” And that would be the sound of impending doom for a certain explosive hero in training. “Well doesn’t that just figure. That brat walks away from a fight without a scratch while his best friend is laid up in recovery and he doesn’t even bother to stop in for a single hello. It makes me ashamed of him sometimes.” “Mitsuki!” “Don’t tell me I’m wrong Inko. That brat of mine skated off to who knows where without so much as a care. Meanwhile his own niece is fretting her little head off.” “I am?” Mitsuki looked at Eri with a kind smile. “Yes dear you are.” “Oh, I didn’t know that. I better start fretting properly. Worry, worry, worry. Worry, worry, worry.” Eri went about her worrying with a wide smile on her face as she fed more fruit to her Papa. 

Inko looked at her friend with disapproval. “Mitsuki...” “Well it’s decided then.” The blonde woman was heedless of her level headed friends concerns. “I’ll be right back.” She left the room, leaving the rest of its occupants wondering what she was up to. They wouldn’t wonder long for after a while they heard a familiar explosive voice approaching. “Dow, dow, dow, dow, dow...” And soon enough a one Katsuki Bakugou was brought in to the room, held up by the collar by his mother. After tracking down her wayward son she had seen fit to almost literally drag him to see his childhood friend, knocking his face against the wall repeatedly as she carried him along. 

Long used to his mother’s antics Bakugou simply stared at her with his version of disinterested calm. “What was that for you old bat?” “Sorry Katsuki I think I misheard you. It sounded like you were insulting your own mother, who had to drag you to see your injured friend. But there’s no way you’d be that ill mannered, now is there?” Mitsuki may have been smiling but everyone could tell she was on the verge of volcanically releasing her rage if her son acted up. 

“Drr!” Not willing to risk his mother’s wrath but equally unwilling to demonstrate any concern for Deku of all people, Bakgou chose what he felt was a good middle of the road approach. “So what if Deku’s laid up? I’m not the one who put him here!” “You sure as heck didn’t do anything to stop it!” “Since when is looking out for Deku my job?!” “Since he’s willing to put up with you for more than five seconds!” The volatile son and mother glared at each other until one of them was willing to concede to the other. And Bakugou was not the winner of that particular staring contest. 

“Tch. Whatever.” He looked away from his mother’s glare with attempted indifference and certainly not some level of fear. Nope, not even slightly afraid at all. With his attention no longer taken up by his mother’s threatening temper he saw Uraraka in her nurse uniform and made the only sensible comment he could. “What the heck are you dressed like that for?” “We’re being Papa’s nurses!” The ash blonde looked down and saw Eri, who was also dressed by like a nurse. Something seemed to be happening inside his mind but what was anyone’s guess. 

“Oh.” And that was his only response. He kept looking at Eri with an unreadable expression. “That’s... a good thing.” It was surprising that he was speaking at a normal volume level instead of shouting at max. “You’re a good girl for doing that.” Bakugou hesitantly put out his hand and slowly lowered it, eventually reaching Eri’s hat covered head and gently patting it. She looked at him in confusion, making Bakugou a slight bit self-conscious, then she smiled at him with closed eyes and a small giggle, eliciting a blush from the boy and making him look away. 

This did not go unnoticed by the rest of the room. As Uraraka would prove.  

“Oooooh. You’re just a big old softie deep down aren’t you Bakugou?” And to prove her complete lack of fear she started pulling on his cheek. “Yeah Katsuki. You talk all tough but you’re just a big marshmallow on inside.” And now his mother was tugging on his other cheek. And that was setting off his all too volatile temper. So he did the only thing he could think of. 

Blame Deku of course. 

“Dang it Deku, I’m gonna...” Bakugou’s threat died on his lips as he took in Izuku’s injured form. Now as bad tempered as he could be even Bakugou wasn’t low enough to try and attack someone who was so injured. Sadly this left him with no way to actually let loose the pressure valve on his temper. “Drrrrrrr! Gaaah! Would you let me go already?!” Uraraka and Mitsuki promptly ended their taunting but kept their teasing grins on. Soon enough Bakugou felt something tugging on his pants and saw that it was Eri, who held up a cookie for him to take. “It’s a cinnamon.” The explosive teen took the treat offered with an uncharacteristically mellow “thanks” and let himself be led over to a nearby chair, deciding that it wouldn’t kill him to keep slightly quiet for a day.  

#My Hero Academia #It Took A Village #The Failed Raid #A Gentle Recovery

[midoriyaizukustan-inactive]

eugh imagine hating uraraka. couldnt be me. this post was made by im not bobo the bitter fool gang

like i get her not being everyone’s favorite, i dont expect that, and her character Does have issues but like,,,every character does?? esp in a series like mha where there are So Many characters??

i just dont trust yall like im sure ppl have valid reasons to not like her but,,,to hate her outright?? thats where my beef is. all she’s done is try and be a good friend and daughter. all she wants to do is keep her family safe and happy. she works so hard and is so determined. she swallows any and all jealousy and envy she has towards her more successful friends and is able to be proud of and happy for them

literally be quiet abt full-on hating her esp if ur reason for doing so is her audacity to have a crush or hori being weird abt her design/poses sometimes. shes a teenager things like crushes Happen damn. it doesnt have to mean anything if u dont want it to

anyway stan uraraka for success in ur future we love a bubbly sweetheart

#im sad and tired #its not her fault hori is creepy sometimes #and even when he is like. shes still uraraka. shes still fierce and kind and hardworking #just bc hori is focusing on her crush thing rn (and trust me im peeved abt that too) doesnt mean all that has been erased #chill out goddamn #uraraka ochaco #c makes a word #textpost

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𝗔/𝗡; 𝗜 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝗹. 𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗗𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 @sinfulcries 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦; 𝟭,𝟱𝟮𝟴

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦; 𝗗𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗝𝗢𝗕𝗦, 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬, 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗫, 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦, 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗬 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗞𝗨 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗞.

You could barely remember when this exchange first started.

One second, you were chatting with the Number One pro hero, Deku, Taking him on a small lunch date and before you knew it, you two were involved in an even more sexual relationship.

To be honest, You didn’t know you Two were sinning as much as you were. Deku never told you about his girlfriend, A fellow pro hero named Uravity.

You know...Uraraka Ochako, Current Number 5 in rescue heroes.

Your eyes narrowed towards Izuku as his built frame entered your apartment, Looking pathetically chaotic. It's likely because his patrol ended an hour ago and he probably hurried here. He knew you saw the news about him and Uraraka dating since high school.

Your large hand gripped lightly at your favorite mug filled with warm black coffee “so..” you took a loud sip, warmth filling your entire body “..why are you here? Don't you feel bad about cheating on your girlfriend?” you mocked, steamy mug still rested on your lips “or did you perhaps come to say farewell?”

“S-sir..” you rolled your eyes. he only calls you that in bed, no wonder he came without saying anything. The Little Bitch wants some goodbye sex.

Midoriya bit his lip in nervousness, impatience filled him. He took a step forward, Feet encased in the Shaggy carpet below him. You eyed him curiously, watching as he removed any leftover space between your bodies.

You held out a hand, stopping him momentarily before he got too close. Izuku grimaced as his cheeks lit up in disgrace. This was embarrassing enough to crawl to you like some slut. You should be crawling towards him, begging to fuck him instead.

For some reason, he kind of liked the humiliation, his small cock twitching in need and anticipation. His abdomen felt like there was a fire igniting inside of it. And a small sheepish smile worked itself on his delicate face as his rough hands gripped the one that was holding him off.

Curiosity and arouse was the only thing you could feel right now. His hands placed yours and moved it towards his crotch. “I came here for you, sir” his calm voice called out as your guided hand finally arrived at its destination.

His grip softened onto your lone hand. His small cock was rock hard, you could feel it pressing against you from behind the thick fabric that trapped it. You undid his sturdy belt and let his pants fall towards his bruised knees. Oh would you look at this, the slut didn't bother to wear underwear today.

It surprised you that Uraraka stayed with him for this long, his small cock looked like it could barely get anyone off. It hardly reached under his belly button. The cock itself looked very pretty though. The head isn’t bulbous or red, but it’s rather a nice shade of pink. He takes consideration of himself down there. He trims, cleans, and even gets waxes to make sure everything looks hairless and smooth.

Your hand clutched tighter onto his pathetic cock making him whine and shudder. “You like that? Little slut..” you insulted, Itching to bend him over and take him from behind right then and there.

Your fingers grazed upon him, stroking and pulling across his length. Izuku’s whines began to grow louder as your torment continued. “P-please sir I'm gonna c-cum” he stuttered, trembling and rough hands grabbing onto anything he could reach.

“Cumming already? We just started~” Your smooth and silky voice teased, “Aren’t you ashamed for Fucking an innocent civilian while your girlfriend is probably risking her life on the streets?” your stroking pace ceased for a moment, eyes pointing towards his Pretty face now.

He flushed heavily, head turned to the side in hopes you wouldn't see how flustered he was. Izuku mumbled something that your ears could barely pick up “hmm not that I care anyway, you're only an onahole to use.” you glared.

You moved from his cock and clenched his small hips, the Wide bones felt like they were poking from the thick skin coating it. Other than that, His milky skin felt soft and smooth, he puts on lotion and other body products before bed so it would make sense.

You stood hastily, Izuku didn't have time to comprehend the sharp movement before you snatched his left arm and speedily walked towards the bathroom. Like hell you'd let this slut’s cum get onto your expensive mattress.

Midoriya unwillingly trembled at your manhandling, although you were just a plain civilian, and Midoriya could easily push you off, he didn’t.

Because he was a cum slut and would spread his legs for anyone.

You caught sight of the Shower knob and twisted it tightly so the showerhead above would start. And so it did. Warm water in multiple heavy spurts rained onto you both.

Clothes Started clinging on bodies, water started wetting hair, and Bodies started warming up.

Izuku stumbled for a bit, drunk off of a deterred orgasm. before shakily pulling his wet clothing off of him until he was fully nude. It wasn't anything you haven't seen before.

“Are you fucking with me? One time wasn't enough for you?” You scoffed after seeing the numerous Hickeys lacing his fair-skinned neck. It seemed like this slut and Ochako has been Fucking recently. Unless he'd been cheating with someone entirely different.

“Your girlfriend couldn't satisfy your needs, slut?" You grumbled, "or perhaps do you just yearn for the highs of cheating?"

Izuku could get off a million times with that explicit mouth of yours. It filled him with Joy watching you get jealous.

He craved more.

No, needed more.

You had everything Uraraka didn't, it's like he was meant to end up with you instead. Uraraka couldn't satisfy his desires, she was always too soft during sex and only treated him like glass.

He needed a big fat cock to worship and fuck every day, she obviously didn't have that so that's where you came to play.

You made him work for your pleasure and not the other way around. He was made just for you.

“Bend over and show me my prize” you dictated, too impatient for foreplay and just wanting to punish this disgusting whore. A couple of tense seconds passed. “Did you not fucking hear me? I said bend. Over.” You watched as Izuku gave a feeble nod before twisting and presenting his ass for you.

Your smooth hands moved lightly on his milky pale cheeks, they felt like clouds in the palm of your hands. His ass was definitely the reason you continued hooking up with him. It was like touching two soft marshmallows. Soon enough Izuku inhaled sharply as your hand came down harsh on his ass. The pain was duplicated with the high pressured water pelting over him.

Of course, you didn't care if he was in pain. The jiggle from his cheeks looks amazing and almost delectable.

You followed up with three more harsh whacks across his arse, reaching further than a dozen or so blindingly rapid blows, and Midoriya nibbled on his lips, trying his hardest not to jerk away from the successive blows. He didn't want to disappoint you, though Just the thought of you getting mad enough to fuck him for hours made his tiny cock twitch in need.

"P-please...sir.." Midoriya wailed. The teasing was starting to get too much for him. Izuku’s legs quiver by the time you ceased landing blows onto his arse which was pretty pink at the second. You could easily deduce the marks of your hands.

Midoriya cried submissively as the pain was frigid, fierce, and much more severe, far more harsher than the other times you've basically made his arse a bongo drum. considering you didn't have an intense job, What kind of innocent civilian is this strong?

You yanked Izuku’s hips, and whirled him so his ass hit the tiled wall, he let out a relieved cry. the icy tiles comforted his stinging ass.

You pinned Izuku closely against the tile wall, your hips dwelling against his. Your thick cock grazing upon his dainty flesh. You briefly glimpsed low at Izuku, shaking your head when you spot his erection.

"Hm, you dirty slut. Getting off on me degrading you" you smirked, gouging your nail into the slit seeping with a drastic amount of precum.

The sharp pain made Midoriya shudder, clenching around your wrist.

"Mm, sir..." Midoriya whimpered, "...please, please...fuck me, I'll do anything.." your narrowed eyes widened in surprise, honestly considering the offer “Anything, you say?” your voice traveled through the steaming shower as you leaned in closer to his right ear.

“Even break up with your girlfriend?” You whispered, tongue peeking out and glazing on his outer ear, across the helix and trailing downward before lightly biting down.

Izuku moaned quietly “O-of course sir, I'll do anything” that certainly wasn't a lie- the man would do absolutely anything for another taste of that thick muscle between your legs. Even separate from the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. And you know why? Because he's your desperate slut.

#✍︎︎𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗿 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 #⚠︎︎𝗗𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 #⚠︎︎𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 #⚠︎︎𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆 #⚠︎︎𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 #dark content #dark blog #male reader #top male reader

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Rainbow glow

aka yall feral followers wanted the angst and i cannot help but to deliver. so in a role reversal, today Kitten wrote you lovely friendship rainbow eyes- and the start of trust with other colors entering green. have something terrible from me in the ‘rainbow eyes are evil death pain’ version of the au

Shouta felt cold. Not an icy frigid- just. Empty. the cold of an unused storage space behind dirty concrete and thin metal. The cold of a grey sky that won’t even give you the relief of rain or snow. The kind of cold when you had nothing in your pantry, when you had to explain that to your child.

A child- God, how was he going to explain this to Eri? To his other students? To All Might, to Midoriya’s mother?

Hizashi shut off the car, but didn’t move to get out yet. He stared ahead, silent. He shouldn’t be silent. He shouldn’t have tears streaked down his face, his eyes bloodshot behind the glasses.

Should, that didn’t matter. Could, would, didn’t matter. Those were excuses. He had to do this.

“Do you think- you want to just, be in the teacher’s commons for a bit?” Hizashi finally asked. “Don’t think there would be anyone else there who’d mind. The kids are taking care of Eri, right?”

The kids- the ones who almost weren’t, anymore. Mirio was going on about a tea party.

“Yeah.” Shouta finally spoke. It sounded wrong. It felt wrong, in his throat.

“Then we can go to the commons, for a bit?”

“No.” Shouta had to commit. He had to do this. It was what was rational. It was what would protect the others. He couldn’t fail more of them. “There’s something I have to do.”

“You can pick up the kids’ work to grade later, Sho.” Hizashi tried. He really wanted him to be there, didn’t he. He didn’t want to be alone.

“I- it’s not that. There’s just one conversation I need to have. Then I’ll meet you in the commons.”

Just one conversation. Like this morning had been ‘just one conversation.’ It was still the first time in maybe years that he’d cried. Maybe he’ll cry again. No, he couldn’t let himself. Not yet. Not until after. There might be a fight, after, there might be nothing. But he had to do it, still.

“Ok.” Hizashi nodded, squeezing his shoulder before he climbed out of the car and shut his door. Shouta took one moment, one deep breath, before getting out himself.

With the long drive to and from Tartarus, plus the meetings inside, his students were long out of class and practice for the day. 

He hoped Midoriya would be alone.

Hope was not on his side. He should have known that, by now. Midoriya was in the middle of the couch, between Todoroki and Tenya. Uraraka was on the floor, leaning against his legs, Asui sitting on her lap as she braided her hair. They were focused on the tv, where Mina, Kaminari, Ojiro, and Tokoyami were fiercely battling it out in some racing game or another, and apparently all the students had picked sides.

Asui noticed him first, and though the amused, watery glow of her eyes flickered, they didn’t dim. He nodded to her.

Her eyes wouldn’t be glowing happily after this.

But they wouldn’t be rainbow, unseeing, at least. He had to focus on that. He had to think rationally. 

His hands were shaking, so he shoved them in his pockets.

“Midoriya.” He called. “Can I talk to you a minute?”

The green e- the green-haired boy jolted, surprised to turn and see him. A nervous smile twisted his lips. “Uh, sure? Is there something wrong?”

All the other students were looking at Shouta now.

Well, he had been the one to miss an entire school day earlier. He hadn’t even missed a class period before that, so he was already going to be drawing attention for that. 

Dimly, he was glad Eri wasn’t here. Glad Shinsou and Aoyama weren’t here. That All Might wasn’t. This was hard enough.

He shook his head and tried to keep his voice normal. “No, nothing wrong. Just need to talk to you alone, if you’ve got a minute.”

“Oh, sure, yeah.” Midoriya began the process of detangling from his friends, grabbing his jacket from the back of the couch and pulling it on as he made his way to the door, looking up at Shouta.

He looked completely guileless. His eyes looked green.

But Kurogiris eyes had looked yellow. Yellow, alone, until they peeled him back and saw the rotting corpse of his friend, of his- Oboro. Glazed, unseeing eyes with the same rainbow light that all nomu had.

With the rainbow light that Midoriya’s got, when he was brainwashed. Shouta hadn’t let himself think about it too much before today, because he just didn’t have information. He just didn’t have reason, when three simple incidents that were completely different, and one late at night with no other evidence.

No, there had been evidence. The ruined room. The strange new technique- new quirk, with a new color.

Shouta had just not wanted to believe it. Had wanted to trust All Might had it handled, like people always trusted in the man.

And now he didn’t need to believe it- he had seen something, seen proof so terrible it would haunt what little sleep he got for the rest of his life, probably.

Shouta nodded at the boy, heading outside.

Whatever he saw from Midoriya today would probably haunt him too. Would he drop limp under questioning, like Kurogiri had? Would he simply be warped away in some shadow or goop? Would he start fighting Shouta, go violent, like other nomu did?

Don’t think about that. Don’t dwell, don’t feel. Don’t lose yourself, because you have to think rationally.

He didn’t speak, for a while, just walking away from the dorm buildings. Where no one could see out a window, if they were looking.

“Aizawa-sensei? What is you wanted to talk about?” Midoriya asked after a while.

Shouta stopped.

“Midoriya, you’re…” A good kid, learning, a hero chickling in the making, already so strong, already- no, stop. It felt like saying a eulogy over a body. Even if that was what this was, for all he still looked alive. Even if that was what this was, Shouta didn’t deserve to say it.

“Yeah?” Midoriya asked. 

Shouta moved, flicking his capture weapon around Midoriya.

The boy yelped, that instinctual squirming away before it stopped a moment later. “Sensei?” He asked again, higher pitched, panicked- scared. “No- you’re not Toga, are you?”

Shouta activated erasure just as his eyes light up green, sparks flying out. “I’m not.” He says. He feels so tired. “It’s me. Midoriya, I need to ask you about your quirk.”

The boy went still again. “My- my quirk?”

“Your quirks.” He corrected himself. “You have more than one. Your eyes glow with so many colors, sometimes. Like only nomus’ do.” Midoriya’s face was pale, and not just for the cold weather. “So I want to know- when did you get these quirks, what other ones do you have, and what did you do to my student?”

Midoriya gaped, a second of silence, two seconds- then he shook his head. “No, no Aizawa-sensei it isn’t like that-”

Shouta tugged him closer, leaned over him. His eyes were stinging so much, and he hadn’t even been erasing for that long.

“It’s not! It’s not, I swear Sensei, it- they were given to me. They were given to me, not stolen. By heroes.”

“Who?”

“I- I can’t tell you, right now, but-”

“The only person who has the ability to give quirks- and take them- is All For One, who’s currently sitting in Tartarus, and that villain who attacked Nabu where your class was- who was never found, dead or alive.”

“No, no it wasn’t them.” Midoriya shook his head even more. “I just- Sensei, there are six and a half billion people on this planet who have quirks, there are others like that and they aren’t all villains!”

Shouta’s mouth felt drier than his eyes, and he snapped. “Midoriya. This isn’t about the insanely rare chance of another person in this country with the same quirk who actually has a hero license and is giving you more quirks for whatever reason they have, it’s about how I had to see a dead UA student today who had been killed and turned into a nomu that looked like a normal person, until they cracked him open and saw his face, his eyes.”

“I- what? What?” Midoriya spluttered, eyes blown wide. “Who?” He glanced, panicked, towards the dorms and school and Shouta could have kicked himself.

He shouldn’t have told him that. He shouldn’t have, rationally, because he didn’t know who was listening in through Midoriya. He didn’t know if they already were aware of what the heroes had found concerning Kurogiri or not. He shouldn’t have, less rationally, because now the kid was freaking out even more.

Midoriya always was more concerned for others’ sakes…

“No one you would have known.” Shouta tried to say it calmly, free hand up peaceably. “He was killed- and captured- a few years ago.”

Fifteen years ago.

This boy would have just been a baby, then.

“And that’s why I need to know the truth about you, and your quirk, Midoriya.” The capture weapon felt so sharp against his fingers in the cold air. The knife on his belt felt so heavy against his back.

The student dips his head.

“It’s called One For All.” he admits, softly. “It was All For One’s brother’s quirk, once. But it wasn’t exactly the same- he could give his quirk, and then that person could give it and their original one to someone else, and then that person could pass all three on, so on and so forth. He could give quirks, but not take them. The person who had it last gave it to me. Th- they were better at hiding it, than i am. I didn’t think the other quirks in it would cause problems, until Black Whip was already out.”

Midoriya hadn’t had a good grasp of his quirk at the start of the year. He’d been registered as quirkless before that. It… could be possible. Shouta hoped it was possible.

Shouta had learned today, again, to not trust hope.

“Who gave it to you?” 

Midoriya shuddered, and Shouta’s heart almost stopped. Don’t drop, don’t drop now-

“All Might.” The boy whispered. “All Might gave it to me.” He looked up, eyes blazing in every sense but literal. “You can’t tell anyone. You can’t tell anyone, please.”

“I won’t.” Shouta says, quicker than he should.

He blinks.

He pulls out his phone, dials a number.

“Who are you calling?” Midoriya’s voice is sharp.

“All Might.” He answers, just as the man himself does.

“Aizawa-kun! Are you back-”

“All Might. Are you in a place I can ask you questions of a sensitive nature?”

“Um. What sort of sensitive do you mean?”

“Pertaining to All For One.”

“Give me one moment.” The hero said, voice now as serious as Shouta’s was. In a few seconds, he spoke again. “I am now. What’s wrong?”

“What does ‘One For All’ mean to you?”

It’s quiet, very quiet, for what feels like a very, very long time. Shouta’s heart thumped. Midoriya looked silently on.

“It’s the name of my quirk. Aizawa, is… young Midoriya all right?”

“So he does have it, now. Your old quirk. And others.” Shouta felt something blooming in his chest. He wasn’t sure what it was, he didn’t have the time or energy to examine it. It wasn’t important, it could wait until later.

“Yes. Is he all right?”

“Yeah.” Shouta let the capture weapon drop, arm still out to steady Midoriya if need be. “We need to talk, later, about this.”

“When?”

“Tomorow.” Shouta said, and then hung up. Tomorrow is a weekend, right? That’s why the kids hadn’t been busy this afternoon. Good. he had new plans for tonight. And tomorrow morning.

He drops his arms, and sighs. Exhaustion, and relief. So much relief. 

“Midoriya…” He started, looking over at him. He couldn’t read the expression on the student’s face. He lifted a hand, slow, then dropped it over Midoriya’s head. 

His hair was thicker than Shinsou’s, but just as soft as Shouta ruffled it. 

He wanted to say something. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to promise everything would be all right.

He couldn’t truthfully do either, and while he normally had no scruples about deciving his pupils… well, Midoriya had just been very, very honest with him.

“Thank you.” He said, instead, because that was true.

“Aizawa-sensei? Are you… crying?”

He was, huh. Shouta wiped his cheeks. “No.”

Midoriya let out a sound that wasn’t really a laugh, but for now, after everything, was close enough. 

“Sensei, I-”

His phone rang- Shouta’s. He dug it out with a sigh. Hizashi.

“One minute.” He said, then answered. “Yeah?”

“Shou, it’s Eri.”

“What’s wrong?” Energy snapped back into him. It hadn’t been a misdirection, right? If All For One and his league knew about his brother quirk, if he was just letting Midoriya unknowingly distract the heroes while-

“She’s not feeling well. Very upset, says her horn is hurting her.” Hizashi says, and he’s not calm- just tired too. A line of fear under that. “It’s sparking a little bit, Shou, though I can’t tell if her eyes are lighting up.”

“Tell her I’ll be right there.” He hung up, slid the phone away. Then he looked to Midoriya. “Eri’s feeling sick, think you could get me to the teachers’ dorm faster?”

Midoriya looked concerned, then relaxed with a nod, a tiny smile.

In a moment, Shouta was moving in the biting wind, the world a blur. He was held in small arms, and when he looked up he saw Midoriya’s face focused ahead.

Sparks over his skin, black whips out to speed him along. His eyes shining both green and maroon. Two colors, which he thought minutes ago meant his doom.

It still could, the rational part of him reminded. He’ll be a target. For All For One, for the villains. For some other heroes, too.

Later. He can worry about that later. Once Eri’s settled.

He’d have time later.

#*posts this and dies* #my writing #eye glow au #glowing eyes au #dadzawa #oh man that got long #im so tired #and im still supposed to be writng completely seperate whumptober story right now ahhhh kjhghjk

[that-vigilante-piedpiper]

Welcome to My Discards Folder 🤩

[Here’s some context for people who didn’t see my previous posts, this is what I originally had planned for Midoriya’s USJ excuse, in this version he’s already much better friends with Kirishima and is already acquainted with Uraraka and Iida, his wounds weren’t as serious and the scar on his neck doesn’t exist, most of the build up is the same, just sped up as he doesn’t spend nearly as much time at home, he’s also already been to the hospital with the same excuse he uses in this scene 💞]

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“Midoriya? What are you doing over here?” The voice belongs to Uraraka. He turns to see her pushing through 1-A’s door, walking towards him.

“Ah, just following the crowd, they’d seemed pretty enthusiastic about something.” The boy scratches at the back of his head, a shy smile on his lips. The action sends a flare of pain through his ribs and Izuku’s expression quickly melts and he drops the arm. “But, nevermind that. I heard on the news what happened, is everyone okay?”

“Mhmm. All the kids got out pretty quickly without having to fight. But, Aizawa sensei and Thirteen got injured pretty badly.”

His next words catch in his throat at the mention of Aizawa.

“Midoriya?”

“Are they okay?”

She eyes him worriedly. “Yeah. Thirteen’s injuries weren’t as bad as Aizawa sensei’s and he showed up at school today so… Midoriya?” she asks. “Are you okay? You seem pretty out of it.” She leans in, studying the dark circles beneath his eyes.

“Ah Ha Ha!” he cries, stepping back, “I was just thinking that Recovery Girl’s quirk really is amazing!” He rushes to cover the unidentifiable surge of emotions that he’s feeling at the knowledge that Aizawa is here.

Kirishima comes up beside the girl as the crowd disperses and they continue down the hall together.

At some point Uraraka breaks away to catch up with Iida and Yaoyorozu to ask about some homework, leaving Kirishima and him alone to discuss Present Mic’s English lessons. It’s an easy topic, one that takes their minds off of the events of the days before.

The breath in his lungs catches when someone bumps shoulders with Izuku, pain flaring through his ribs. He takes in a choked gasp and tries to keep himself from bringing his hand up to cradle his side.

Kirishima catches the pained expression that passes across his face. “You alright dude?”

“Fine,” he gasps out, fists clenching as he tries to breath through the pain. “I’m fine.” He’s not fine, his side feels like it’s on fire, but the last thing he needs to do is make anyone at UA suspect what he gets up to most nights. “Just some bruised ribs from the dojo.” This time he does bring his hand up to his side, cradling the area.

Eijirou’s brows furrow. “Have you been to see recovery girl about it? I’m sure she could help.”

“I’m not a hero course student.”

The boy lets out a breathy laugh, “And Recovery Girl isn’t a hero course nurse. Now come on.” Kirishima grabs him by the wrist, dragging him through the crowd. Midoriya blinks, taken off guard as Eijirou cuts a path through the other students, careful not to let any of them bump into him.

It isn’t until the redhead is sliding the door to the nurse’s office open that he remembers his injuries are a bit more extensive than “just some bruised ribs from the dojo”. 

“Recovery Girl, I brought someone to see you.” 

From over his friend’s shoulder, Izuku is able to see the small figure of UA’s nurse. 

“Oh? Well, bring them in. What’s the matter?” The woman scowls. “Your class didn’t have another training session with All Might today, did you?”

Midoriya can see Kiri’s cheeks flush and he brings up his free hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “No, ma’am. This is Midoriya Izuku, he’s in the Gen Ed department. He says it’s just some bruised ribs, but someone bumped into him earlier and it looked like he was in a lot of pain.” Eijirou turns back to him, shuffling over to make room to drag him inside. “Let her get you patched up, I don’t like seeing you hurt. It’s… weird.”

He catches Recovery Girl’s gaze before quickly averting his eyes.

“Please take care of him.” Kirishima squeezes his hand before he finally drops it and his head dips in Recovery Girl’s direction. “Anyway, I’ve got to get to class before Aizawa Sensei.”

Midoriya’s head turns to follow him out.

The boy turns back to look at the nurse. Recovery Girl, Chiyo Shuzenji, his brain supplies, the sole reason UA’s hero course is able to function as dangerously as it does. 

She hobbles over to one of the beds and pats the mattress. “Well, come sit down then and I’ll take a look at you.”

He still hasn’t said anything, still thinking over what he could say. If he blames such a serious injury on his training at the dojo, Chee Sensei would suffer for it. But, if he gave the excuse he’d given Ji-Woo, then there’s no guarantee that she’d even believe him. But, he can’t think up any other excuse in the time it takes him to cross the room towards the bed. Either way it’s best to be consistent.

“So tell me what’s wrong dear.”

Izuku takes a seat on the offered bed. “I’ve already gone to the hospital for it so there’s really no reason to worry.”

The woman huffs, tapping her cane on the tile. “I’ll decide that for myself young man, now out with it.”

Midoriya raises his arm to scratch at the back of his head, but thinks better of it at the flash of pain through his side. “I... got too close to a hero fight the other day and I got hit by one of the villains.” His mind flashes him back to the USJ, to the monster that appears at his side without mercy. “I got flung a good distance. Broke a few ribs.”

A scowl appears on the woman’s face, adding more wrinkles to her brow. “And the hospital?”

“One of the nurses used a quirk on me that’s supposed to accelerate healing. Though I haven't really seen much of a change.”

Her scowl deepens, “Let me see it then, lift your shirt up.”

It’s a struggle to tug his shirt up, his side screaming at him every time the bruise stretches in the slightest. He can’t reach around and pull up the hem of his shirt without his ribs shifting and his breath leaves him with a wheeze of pain.

Chiyo eyes the boy at the noise. And, upon seeing the twisted grimace that’s on his face, goes over to help.

Midoriya can tell the moment she sees it, her brows riding low over her eyes and her mouth pulling into a thin line. “How on Earth did you say you managed this?” His side is mottled in varying shades of dark cobalt and midnight purple. The nurse from the hospital had somewhat accelerated the healing process with her quirk, but it had only managed to tint the edges of the bruise a leaf green.

Izuku opens his mouth to respond, but his words are replaced with a hiss of pain when Recovery Girl gently prods the area. “I have a bad habit of following hero fights…” he gasps out instead of answering.

“It looks like you got a little more than ‘flung’.”

He knows this, but what can he say? That he, a quirkless fifteen-year-old, was playing at vigilantism and as a consequence got pummeled by a monster that even All Might had trouble defeating? He huffs out a quiet laugh.

“When my dojo instructor found out about it she took me to the hospital to get it checked out. The doctor said I had three broken ribs and three that were cracked. They gave me pain meds, but I forgot to take them this morning.”

That’s a lie, Izuku tells himself, I’ve already taken them all.

“Your friend said you only had some bruised ribs.”

A small smile tugs at his mouth. “I didn’t want to worry him. He’s got enough to worry about with everything that happened to 1-A.” He looks back down at Recovery Girl and startles when he catches the look on her face. That’s worse than Chee Sensei’s.

“You’ll feel tired after this, you can sleep in here until school’s out. I’ll let your teachers know.” She plants a kiss on the boy’s forehead.

It’s a weird feeling being healed like this. He hadn’t really felt anything when the hospital’s nurse had used her quirk on him, but now he can feel what’s happening. His side starts tingling violently, almost uncomfortably, but it’s over within seconds and he feels like the life has been sucked out of him. Midoriya droops forward a bit, drained and somehow more exhausted than before. It’s a new type of exhaustion, different from the late night vigilante work that leaves dark circles strung beneath his eyes.

“Lay down and take a nap, I’ll wake you up before school’s over.”

He does.

He’s still exhausted when Recovery Girl nudges him awake, but there’s a distinct lack of pain that snaps him into wakefulness. He pushes himself up with his elbows, staring down at his side in mild disbelief when there’s no fiery pain lacing through his ribs.

“There’s still some bruising so I’m sure you’ll be sore,” Recovery Girl says, startling him. He looks towards her, mind running through the marvels of such a quirk. “You seemed tired as it was so I didn’t want to push you too much. When you get home make sure you get some more rest.” Though the words sound as if they’re merely a suggestion it’s accompanied by a fierce glower from the woman that marks the ‘suggestion’ as a command.

Midoriya gives her a small nod as he pulls himself out of the bed, testing out his newfound range of movement. There’s a grin that slips across his face when he slowly extends his arm in an imitation of a punch and receives only a slight signal of discomfort from his ribs.

She hands him a handful of gummies that he quickly slips into his mouth. “If the pain gets too bad then over the counter pain medicine should work fine. Though the best brand would be staying away from such situations again young man, you could have easily been killed had your ribs punctured a lung or severed a major artery.”

“Yeah.” The grin melts away. “I kind of got in over my head with that one….” There’s a disquiet that Chio watches fall over the boy, a dolor expression carving furrows into his brow. He turns and bows. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“If you really want to thank me then do so by staying out of trouble.”

“Of course.” There’s a moment of silence as Izuku pulls his shoes back on and stands up. “I’ll be going then.” He doesn’t look back at the woman like she’d expected.

It seems I’ve touched a nerve.

#discard folder

[writingishaaard]

My Hero Academia Headcanon

Ok so, this is not really a headcanon but it’s something I’ve noticed with a few characters and I don’t know if anyone has pointed them out yet.

So a quirk is essentially a part of yourself and the word ‘quirk’ is defined as follows:

So it’s an aspect of a person’s character right? It essentially tells us how the person acts. It gives us a summary. But it doesn’t tell us who they are as a person. I’ve analysed a few characters and these are my findings:

Izuku Midoriya: His Quirk is One For All. It isn’t his own quirk but he makes it his quirk. Before he really knew how to work it, he always broke his bones (the poor bby bean) and he always seemed to break down, hence the many many tears he has shed throughout the show. But the more he is able to control and harness the quirk he is given, the less he breaks his bones, and the less he breaks down himself. His way of building up his quirk is his way of building up himself.

Katsuki Bakugo: His Quirk is Explosion. Already in his personality, he is an explosive character, he bursts out at anyone and everyone. But his motivations are earth-shattering with how much he fights for his ideals and how he tries to live up to what he thinks a hero should be. But the more he learns to lessen the load the more he calms down (not by much but still). In the beginning of the show his way of communicating with Kirishima contrasts with his communication with Midoriya. It isn’t his volume that makes the difference, it’s the words that he uses. But through the show, it changes. His words are now more impactful on Midoriya than in the beginning, because it was the volume paired with the words that set Midoriya off from Bakugo. 

Ochaco Uraraka: Her Quirk is Zero Gravity. We can see from her personality, she is a bit air-headed in the beginning of the show. She kind of gets into her own world when she analyses things (same thing with Izuku but not the point). But the more she strengthens the use of her quirk, the more steadfast she is on her feet. The more she starts to become confident in herself as a hero. 

Tenya Iida: His Quirk is Engine. He’s as fast as his engine with just his mannerisms alone. But with his personality, he is just as fast in his speaking as he is when his Quirk propels him. He is also very loud. Just like an engine even though his engines aren’t. With his Recipro-Burst, he can move faster in a small amount of time. And he had this even before they worked on their Special Moves, and this also reflects in his personality. He says that the Recipro-Burst can be reckless because it stalls his engines. That can also be used as an analogy for his recklessness for chasing after Stain. 

Shoto Todoroki: His Quirk is Half-Hot-Half-Cold. But he only uses his ice halfway through the show. This can be used as analogy for his cold nature halfway through the show. And in the Sports Festival we see that when he uses his fire, he gets more and more motivated. And his actions are more heated throughout the Festival, kind of indicating that he is warming up (which can be used as a hint of him later using his powers against Midoriya). And after that arc in the show, we see him interact with 1-A more than he did in the first episode. I mean he still distances himself from them but not as much as he used to. And the more he works at his Quirk the more he warms up to people.

Keigo Takami (Hawks): His Quirk is Fierce Wings. He has the ability of flight and can manipulate his feathers. His kind of aloofness reflects his flight ability but the manipulation of his feathers reflects the amount of control he has.

Tomura Shigaraki: His Quirk is Decay. Just judging from his personality, he isn’t someone that you’d automatically approach. He is someone that was broken from an early stage. And he just kept deteriorating from that point on. But his early ideals also broke down after his “talk” with Midoriya. It broke down and evolved into something else. That’s the same with decay. It breaks things down and allows it to turn into something else. We see it in nature, when something dies, it’s nutrients is taken and put back into the soil where new things can grow. 

But this is just a handful of characters that reflect their personality. I mean there are a ton of characters to analyse just off of their quirk and how their personality reflects it. I just like the way Horikoshi uses it to tell you about the character. Yeah, i hear you guys say, “But the quirk doesn’t always reflect the character”. 

Yes it does, you’re just looking at the wrong thing to link it to the quirk. This kind of analysing can also be used for making any character. 

I used this kind of principle to redesign my MHA OC, Kana Kashiko. Her Quirk is essentially Shadow (I’m still working on the name). She can shoot shadow-like tendrils from any exposed body part. In the beginning, she didn’t like her quirk because people saw it as a villain’s quirk. But she overlooked that and made sure that they rather see the person using it and not the quirk itself. Her personality is a bit... dark when you first approach her. But you quickly learn that she is very understanding and listens. Most people, when they look at her quirk, and how she presents herself, as a very mean and mysterious person. 

I used her Quirk, Shadow, to look into how she is. Shadow always relates to Darkness. But Darkness doesn’t necessarily mean “evil, spooky”. it can be comforting sometimes, because no one can see you cry (I know I know, depressing) and it holds calmness in everything. So that is how she acts. She is calm and wouldn’t judge you if you were to break down. She keeps secrets as if she was a locked safe.

But enough about that. Please let me know what you guys think! Criticism is welcome. And, please, you can add to the list of characters in which you’ve noticed this kind of trend too! Or you can correct me if you feel that I either missed the pot completely, or improve what you feel is missing in this analysis!

Stay safe out there guys! Reality’s scary...

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #ochaco uraraka #tenya iida #shoto todoroki #hawks #keigo takami #tomura shiragaki #my hero headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha oc #mha oc

[tazumihanako]

So I garenteed I’m a procrastinator but I have billions of ideas that run through my mind on the daily. Now welcoming our inuyasha au which is love to see either written by me or someone else who’d like to take it on.

Starting with Inuyasha himself, now he’s an angry boy with a bit of a soft side towards kagome/Kikyo specifically. So who better to play the angry half demon who wants nothing more than to break away from his human side than mr. Bakugou Katsuki himself.

As for Kagome, since I’m a sucker for that enemies to friends to lovers type trope I also felt that kagome fit dekus personality a bit more plus the fact that I love bakudeku. Bakugou has done tons of growth in the series and yeah I deff want to see him apologize to deku for what he said. But that’s why I love stories where he breaks down apologizing and doesn’t think he deserves deku. But Kagome would be our sunshine boy Izuku Midoriya. With kikyo the person he reincarnated from would be his prototype which I know the fandom has given Prototype deku a name but I forget what it is.

Sango is a fierce warrior and an amazing character and this one was a bit tough because all the woman of bnha are pretty amazing but I put sango as Jirou, after some thought and debating I felt she’d be a good fit especially since Miroku would be Kaminari since he’s the only one that makes sense. Mineta wouldn’t work since miroku May be a pervert but I think mineta goes above and beyond even miroku. Plus I kind of like jirou and kaminari together because I find it adorable.

Than we get to our cute little shippo which since he is a kid I felt you can either put eri as shippo or Kota and it would still work with the plot of the storyline. I feel Kota would fit more because he’s a big fan of dekus since he saved him and shippo has a motherly bond with kagome. Plus I can see Kota getting under bakugous skin more than eri would. Plus as I thought this through I already figured out where eri can go.

As for Kaede, since she is the sister of kikyo, I figured recovery girl would be a good fit for her to help lead them.

Sesshomaru is inuyashas brother, and deciding a character that fits is hard considering that if I go overhaul direction eri wouldn’t worship the guy normally like rin did with sesshomaru. But considering my options I felt that todoroki could work the best since bakugou has a sort of rivalry with him and I feel it would add to the whole conflict between half brothers. Only difference is that todoroki hates humans originally but I did want to do slight deku bowl and have this version catch feelings for deku. Todoroki also has eri which is rin and master jakan which I’m placing as mineta since he’s the only one I can think to fit that height.

Now we have Koga, whom was hard but I kind of like kirideku and think kirishima would make a great koga and of course a lot of class 1-a would be amoungst the wolf pack. Including Kogas fiancée whom I’m placing as Mina because I also love kirishima and Mina together.

Now those are just the main characters picked out and It can be up to the author on where they want to take it.

If I get to write this story I’ll try to stick to the canon as much as possible in terms of personalities with a hint of fanon since we don’t know how characters would react towards a significant other. For example urarakas crush on deku I’d keep along with togas obsession with stain deku and Uraraka. Small things like these id keep in the story. I’m tempted to start right this when I get my new work schedule because I won’t have tons of time and writing does help de stress. But idk if this idea would be popular or not. And to recap these are the characters 💕

Inuyasha -bakugou

Kagome-deku

Kikyo - prototype deku

Sango - jirou

Miroku - kaminari

Shippo - Kota

Rin - eri

Sesshomaru -todoroki

Jahgan(sp?) - mineta

Koga - kirishima

Akame - Mina

If anyone has ideas for Kohaku sango little brother I’m open to suggestions because I also thought of momo and jirou bein related maybe or even have someone else. But I was also debating leaving that part out of her story since it’s a different version allttogether and won’t be exactly the same minus some points.

#inuyasha au #bnha #mha #bakudeku #kaminari x jirou #kirideku #tododeku #dekubowl #bakudeku endgame #multishipper #fanfiction idea #kirimina #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[violetnotez]

You’ll Be Okay- Todoroki x Reader

@sizzlingbarbarianglitter: Could you do a one-shot with Shoto where the reader is usually all cheery and enthusiastic, but after a mysterious phone call she seems kind of down the entire day.. finally during hero training she kind of loses it and Todoroki comforts her. 

Hello anon, thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy this and *cough cough this request made me realize my absolute love for writing for Todoroki and him being a soft boy

Anyways, sending lots of love to you and I hope you like this :)

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Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluffy 

Word Count: 1460

One Shot

(RULES | MASTERLIST COMING SOON| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

“Good save Ochaco!” you yelled encouragingly, preparing yourself for the next toss.

Today was a rare free day in class, and instead of sparring against each other like all of Baku Squad was doing, you and Dekusquad has decided to play a game of “Quirk” volleyball.

It was exactly the same way volleyball is played, except quirks were allowed, which made it 10 times more interesting. You were playing Boys Against Girls, with Todoroki, Izuku, and Iida on one side and Ochaco, Froppy, and you on the other.

The game was coming to a fierce end, with you both tied for the last point. Todoroki turned to look at you, panting slightly in the hot afternoon sun as you high fived Ochaco for giving you guys the tying point. For as long as he could remember, he had always admired your outgoing and optimistic attitude. The whole game you had been playing hard, and he couldn’t help but notice how pretty you looked in the afternoon sun, your shirt clinging to you slightly-

“Hey Todoroki, don’t be getting tired on me just yet!” you yelled with a tired grin, mistaking his staring at you as zoning out.

He shook his head, the tips of his bangs damp from sweat. 

He looked down quickly, feeling so dumb for allowing himself to stare at you so unchecked like that- he was usually so good at keeping his crush on you form plain sight.

You took the ball from Uraraka’s outstretched hands, not noticing Todoroki’s blushing expression and preparing to serve the ball up, all the boy’s preparing for your serve. They knew you’d been holding back this whole game to preserve your extremely powerful quirk- most likely to use it for this very moment. They watched your very move, twitching from nervousness.  Todoroki admired how calm you looked, as if you had no care in the world. You brought the ball up, preparing to use your quirk to hit a powerful blow to the other side-

You felt the power in your arms diminish instantly, staring at your hand confused.

“Mr. Aisawa,” Froppy greeted your angsty teacher, “is everything all right?”

Mr. Aisawa walked over in your direction, making eye contact with your tired yet smiling expression.

“Yes, Froppy, everything is fine,” he stated plainly, “Y/n, if you’d come with me, your parents are calling you from the front office.”

You felt your heart drop-was something wrong?

Todoroki noticed your body stiffen slightly, your smile becoming slightly less bright.

“Of course sir,” you replied, giving your friends a quick “Goodbye” as you walked with your teacher.

They all stared at you and Mr. Aisawa walk away, the game of volleyball forgotten.

“I wonder what’s going on with y/n,” Ochaco thought out loud, concern on her face.

“Hopefully it’ll be fast, so we can finish our game,” Froppy added, walking under a tree to cool off.

Izuku and Iida followed Froppy, thinking of something else to do until you came back.

Todoroki stared at the lonely ball on the floor, worried for you. He saw your whole demeanor change, something none of the group saw- he knew you were dealing with something and didn’t want to say anything. After weeks of watching you from afar, he knew how you acted, and that wasn't typically you. 

Deku and Iida had decided to spar lightly while Uraraka and Froppy stretched, Todoroki leaning against the shaded tree, deep in thought. 

How was he going to talk to you? He wanted to ask you so badly how you were feeling- he wanted his cheerful y/n back. He hated seeing you like that, just pretending to be happy. He would do anything to get back that beautiful smile of yours, the one that was always so spontaneous and took him off guard in the best way possible.

He was usually not much of a talker, and never shied away from what he was thinking- but with you, it was harder. He wanted to say everything exactly right, but everything he thought of sounded exactly wrong. 

You came back 10 minutes later, your shoulders slumped as if you were carrying a huge weight on your shoulders, your head bent down.

“Y/n!” Ochaco cried your name happily, not noticing your defeated posture

Todoroki turned his head quickly, already noticing your change- to him, it was so obvious, even as you gave Midoriya a smile as he handed you the volleyball.

Everyone went back to their original places in the game that had ended  a few minutes before, the boys again twitching in anticipation as they watched your every move. Todoroki, most of all, was taking careful care to watch your movements-You weren’t smiling and you weren’t relaxed- your face was preoccupied as you looked down at the ball, your lashes fluttering as you blinked too many times. You sighed, looking up, serving the ball without using your quirk- taking all the boys by surprise. 

The game began again, the shouts and grunts of the competition filled the air, you and Todoroki not fighitng as hard as your teammates. You were preoccupied with keeping your emotions at bay, while Todoroki continued to worry over you.

Iida hit the ball your way, and noticing it too late, you feably went to hit, it going out of bounds and giving the boys the winning point. Strangely, nobody cheered about the victory, knowing it really wasn’t a true win. You were usually always so focused and competitive in games, making sure you gave it your all.  Todoroki was convinced something was wrong, even as you smiled and stated jokingly that you would beat them next time. He was going to get to the bottom of this and make sure you you were okay.

Todoroki waited until he felt was the right time to talk. All his friends were relaxing on the bleachers of the Track course, you sitting a few seats in front of them, staring at the mountains and hugging your elbows, not engaging in the conversation.

Were you intentionally isolating yourself from the others?

He walked down, his heart racing slightly and his hands shoved in his pockets, sitting next to you without a word. 

“Hi Todo”, you smiled weakly, using your nickname for him as your voice wavered slightly. He nodded, his nerves making him mute- he was never this alone and this close to you before. He noticed you hastily brush your cheeks with your hand, a sign you were holding back tears.

He cleared his throat nervously, asking, “Are-are you okay?”

He grimaced, hearing how unintelligent he made himself sound- of course you weren’t okay! You were clearly dealing with something, and he responded with nothing that was comforting or helpful. He made himself sound indifferent and if he just noticed your demeanor when he noticed all day. He internally wished he could kick himself for sounding so foolish when you responded with a sniffle.

“Its that noticeable huh?” you chuckled weakly, your voice hitching. “Im really sorry if Ive been...moody...I ddint mean to mess up the game or make you guys sad...I just-”

You shoulders began to shake the more you talked, and the more you talked, the less emotion you could control. You began tearing up, the tears trickling down your skin.

Todoroki instantly tended to comfort you, crouching in front of you instead of sitting beside you. He didnt know really what to do, except that he needed to comfort you. He rested his hand on your knee, hoping that by doing that, you would know that he was there for you. He waited until the tears subsided a little, you tear soaked face smiling down at him, making his heart stop.

How were still so beautiful when crying?

“Im so sorry Shouto, I didnt mean to-” you began.

“You dont have to apologize for anything, y/n,” he reassuring replied, “emotions are natural and it isnt healthy to keep them bottled up. 

I-” He gulped, hoping the next thing he said wouldn't reveal too much about how he truly felt about you. “I noticed all day you weren’t yourself. You weren’t as cheerful after you arrived back from the office. It pains me seeing you upset,y/n, it truly does.”

He looked up at you, his cheeks on fire but his face still strong and steady like the Todoroki you know and love.

You looked at him, your heart fluttering and skipping a beat. You found it cute and endearing, even though you felt slightly guilty for making him worry.

He reached up, his hand shaking slightly as he wiped a tear from your cheeck, pushing a strand of hair out of your vision so he can see even more of your face that he found gorgeous.

You smiled at him, and this time, he knew it was a true smile that he loved so much.

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Requests open! <3

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[aurorafreerose]

Don’t Be Late- Ch 4

Summary: Bakugo and Uraraka have their first “argument”.

Writer’s note: Wrote this listening to Loveeee Song by Rihanna and Biking by Frank Ocean!

Word count: 1,593

Read on ao3!

A badly wrought silence hung in the air as Bakugo and Uraraka made their way back from training.  It used to be comfortable, but now it was overtly disjunct. Bakugo was different; something about him was off-kilter. He would look at her every couple of seconds, perhaps to check if she was looking back, and then immediately look away. He did this a few times, and Ochaco could tell through the corner of her eye. The next time, she turned to face him. The moment her deep brown eyes met a pair of striking vermillion ones, they seemed to want to look at anything but her.

Ochaco was the one to break the silence.

"So, is sparring all you do in your spare time?" Ochaco said cheerily.

"What kind of stupid-ass question is that?" barked Bakugo, as if she ought to have known the answer to that question already. He was back to his usual tough demeanor; the small moment of vulnerability she'd glimpsed had all but disappeared. "How the fuck else am I supposed to become number one?"

"Well, you don't have to spend all of your time working." At this, Bakugo looked aggravated, but he didn't interrupt her.

"I'll go out with friends sometimes," she offered earnestly.

Bakugo didn't look too convinced.

"That's a waste of time if I ever fuckin' heard of one." He was supremely disdainful.

"No, it's really fun! I go out with the girls sometimes. We'll study at Momo's, or shop at the mall, or go for walks-"

"And other times, I'll hang out with Iida and-"

"Let me guess. You like being with that shitty nerd, eh?" Bakugo spat the words out of his mouth hatefully. He hadn't even heard his name, and yet a mere reference to him was enough to evoke such a reaction. She'd forgotten how deep his hatred for Deku really was.

Ochaco's face fell mid-sentence. He was right, of course, but she didn't want to admit it. Not to herself, her friends, or him. Not to anyone.

"I-I mean, of course I do! He's my friend!"

"Why the fuck would anyone would want to be friends with a fuckin' loser like him?"

He'd said it spitefully, but there was a touch of genuine curiosity in his tone.

Ochaco flushed. There were so many things she wanted to say to him. It made her angry. The way he spoke so rudely about her friend, and how he didn't seem to care about what she was saying to him. Her hands curled into fists at her side.

But before she got the chance, they were already back at the dorms.

Bakugo swiftly turned away from her, not bothering to wait from her as climbed the staircase and pushed the door open.

Ochaco was still brimming with anger. She was just trying to make small talk, but of course Bakugo proved to be impossible to talk to. Why did she even try? It's not like she'd ever get to know him. Not in a million years. He always had to be angry. He'd turned what could have been a perfectly nice conversation into a bitter mess. Bakugo didn't even have a good reason for it.

Fuming, she walked up the stairs, entering the common room after him.

The girls' eyes widened in awe as Ochaco described her experience with Bakugo. They were sitting on the couch once more, occupying their habitual positions.

"I wouldn't be surprised if I were you, Ochaco-chan. Bakugo's never been likeable, kero."

Tsuyu said this bluntly, but it was a popular opinion. Jirou, Momo, and Hagakure all voiced their agreement, chiming in with their negative opinions of Bakugo.

Mina, however, was the odd one out.

"I mean, he's not that bad..."

The rest of them stared at her in disbelief.

"I'm only saying that because he's friends with Kirishima-kun and Kaminari-kun, and I'm friends with them, so-"

"But he just said he doesn't really care about friendships!" Hagakure objected indignantly.

"He says that, but you don't know if he means it-"

"Why wouldn't he mean it? I wouldn't put it past him!" Jirou retorted.

As Ochaco had expected (but not hoped), their discussion had turned into a heated argument over Bakugo's hypothetical merits. She let out a sigh and leaned back on the couch, her overworked muscles relaxing as she stretched.

He was so hard to deal with, so frustrating, so, so disrespectful...

But she had to admit, there was something intriguing about him. She thought back to their sparring session, and it sent chills down her spine. The way he wouldn't hold himself back against her. The passion she could feel when their bodies met mid-fight, sometimes on the tips of his fingers, as they fought. That explicit intensity of his in full flare as he made every concentrated effort he possibly could to bring her down. The different aspects of him she'd gotten to see as she wore him down, but he'd discarded any trace of them when he knew she was looking.

He was no easy task, Bakugo Katsuki, but she wanted to figure him out. And she wasn't going to let him go without trying.

After all, that's what Deku-kun would do, right?

She glanced out the window to see Deku practicing with his quirk. His conviction had garnered her fierce admiration, and she always thought of him whenever doing something hero-related. She aspired to be like him, to fight like him and think like him. Thinking about how she felt- well, it made her flustered, because what if he didn't feel the same way? That was why she tried to avoid it, but she knew there was something special about him.

Smiling, she leaned in to join the newest topic of discussion amongst them (How does Aizawa-sensei make his hair float?) with a renewed sense of interest.

From across the room, Bakugou, Tokoyami, Kaminari, and Kirishima were sitting around a table. Bakugo'd made himself comfortable, with his arms sprawled around the cushions to either side.

While the others were engrossed in their conversation (Kirishima had brought up the question of which pro hero had the best costume), his eyes found their way to something else as he reviewed the day's events in his mind.

He hated the way Angel Face talked about Deku. Like he was some kind of fuckin' god or something. Bakugo knew he was better than that damn loser in any possible way, and it ticked him off to see anyone praise him. Let alone someone who'd literally just seen the extent of his abilities, ones that had taken fucking years to hone. You couldn't compare his athletic prowess to whatever the fuck that Quirkless nerd could do, some sloppy shit he'd got together in a few months. It was fucking annoying, and she was lucky he didn't explode on her about it right then and there.

As he watched her talk to her friends, her face lighting up with mirth with every laugh and smile, his anger ebbed to give way for... something else. It was a different kind of feeling, and he wasn't accustomed to it at all. Bakugo momentarily forgot the reasons for his irritation as he found himself examining Ochaco from the opposite side of the room.

"So, Ochaco-chan, eh? It isn't like you to be so preoccupied."

Shitty Hair had interrupted his semi-stupor, and was now looking at him with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Oi, shut the fuck up! I wasn't looking at shit!"

"Sure you weren't..."

The cluster of girls, who were pestering a very flustered Momo over her hypothesized feelings for Todoroki, hushed as Bakugo Katsuki approached them. He didn't bother to ask to talk to Ochaco in private.

"Angel Face."

"Yes?"

"Same time, same place?" He was blushing, this time more subtly, but he attempted to fight it as he stared at the floor, hands protruding out of his pockets.

"S-sure!" Ochaco wasn't expecting Bakugo to be the one to schedule their next meeting, but it left her slightly grateful at his willingness to reach out. She was blushing too now, her friends not even bothering to hide their giggles.

He walked away, taking care to rearrange his features into the same haughty expression he usually wore.

"I told you he wasn't that bad!" Mina exclaimed, poking Ochaco in the side.

"I mean, it's pretty good for Bakugo-kun," Momo chimed in, grateful the conversation was no longer revolving around her.

"He was so awkward, Ochaco-chan! Didn't you notice?" Hagakure asked.

"W-what? I didn't think he was awkward! He seemed normal to me!"

They continued to banter back and forth, and the topic shifted to pestering Jirou about Kaminari not long after.

Ochaco couldn't stop replaying every detail of their fight. She buried her head in her pillow, desperately trying to assuage her mind, but every last kick, punch, and dodge were on loop in her brain. She tried to think of Deku instead, which was much more comforting. Thankfully, it worked as she drifted off to sleep.

Or so she thought. Her mind wandered back to when Bakugo had her pinned against the wall, when his body was right against hers. She felt like- searching for the words to describe it, she settled on a prey being hunted down by a predator.

Had she... enjoyed that? No, of course she didn't! Why on Earth would she have been enjoying it? Oh, if Deku could see her now... he'd be reviled. She let out a long sigh. She had more important things to think about.

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[evergreen-dryad]

old bnha wip #3 (kacchako)

In which a cheerful witch drags a resentful grouch of a brawler on a sidequest to hunt down spirits across the old sites of the country. It'll be fun, she said. . She never told him exactly what she was running away from.

It’s too late now. Blood drips off the blade that sunk into her, silently. Blood wells from the wound punctured into her, like ink spreading through paper.

The weapon slides out of her. Mouthless, Katsuki watches her body fall. He sees it all too clearly — the light from the flames afford no mercy. As if through treacle, he lunges before she can tumble to the ground.

The assassin looks at him, clearly amused. A snide little smile briefly rolls over their — no, her— face before it disappears. All the while, the strange curved blade glints purple as it soaks up the blood greedily.

The spell breaks as she breaks into a gleeful laugh.

(This is no assassin, now with the way she’s carrying herself. This is a hyena.)

“Get away from her,” His voice finally breaks through.

"Aww, look at you, all pale," she snarls through a wide grin, a finger on her chin, dagger wending through her hair. “I like the way your face looks like now,” said as casually as you please — as if she hadn’t just blotted out the world. The light in it. Ochako’s smile briefly flashes before his eyes and he feels it as keenly as a knife.

As if the world hadn’t stopped turning, when it clearly had for Katsuki.

* “Hey—” Katsuki, who had just been sharpening the blade of his axe, thank you, just started grinding faster.

“Hello, I’m trying to talk to you—” God, this one was not going away.

“What do you want,” he bit out, never stopping in his motion. The scraping screech never stopped. But that didn’t deter the determined smile in this one’s face.

“Quest!” She said it clearly, like the ding of a nail. Just like the fucking blacksmith’s son next door. A scowl foamed from Katsuki. “What does that have to do with me, ha?”

“I’m looking for a partner to go looking for spirits with me,” She cheerily told him in that annoying way like she’s about to rub an elbow in his ribs. “So come questing with me-”

“No.” He didn’t even need to waste his breath. What was he still doing here? At that he started to get up from his slouch on the ground, picking up the whetstone and his weapon.

“Aw, come on, please?” She stepped in front of him, cloak swishing around her ankles, tawdry at the edges.

He stood and glared at her, arms crossed. “I don’t play games, Round-Face.”

He sneered at her, squinting at her gait, trying to work her out. He’d seen her around the village for sure, but who was she again?

She had no clear weapons on her. An utility belt of leather, and a long object bound to her back. His eyes narrowed. One from the mage community then?

She smiled, reading his gaze. “I’m a witch, yes. Would it really kill you to go on one side-quest, Bakugou?”

“I don’t even fucking know your name, or your abilities, or why this should be worth my time,” he snapped, suddenly furious. Not that he wasn’t already simmering at the bit, constantly irritated by all the damn NPCs that kept trying to make small talk with him. “We are not even friends.”

“I’m Uraraka Ochako, remember that thank you. We met just a year ago at the marketplace and our families have traded a few commodities. You know perfectly well what witches can do.” She smiled at him, assured of herself. That pissed him off. Who freaking cared about all these common people’s backstories?

A teasing glint stole into her eyes as she tilted her head a little to the side.“You’re not the first ghosthunting companion I’d want either,” she’d sighed, almost pouting.

“THEN?” He fumed. “What the hell are you doing bothering me?” He almost wanted to strike the rude wench.

“Because you seem like the perfect complement to my abilities, and also!” She pointed a finger at him, making him lean back in distaste. “You’re fierce enough to scare any bad spirits away!”

“CALL ME SCARY, HA?” He gave into the urge to snap, a frown twisting up his face. Clank, goes his axe as he throws it to the ground.

She laughed. She seemed to find it — him, funny. “Yup, exactly like that!”

* There’s no one who can help them in this wilderness. The nearest healer happens to be the one who’s dead right now.

The killer had sauntered away easily enough. Seemed like she'd gotten what she'd wanted.

Mouth dry, Katsuki finally breaks. He screams — finally lets out the hoarse cry that’s been building in his throat since her body flashed in front of him. Holds her up to the light of the fire. But he already knows she’s beyond hope now. Because: “What the fuck, Uraraka?!” How dare she go dying on him? What the hell??

It’s all he can do to hold it together. He’s so angry he doesn’t even know how to begin. (Don’t die for me you nitwit you idiot you round-faced mess of a witch why I’m the warrior in your party?!)

Healers stay in the back, bring up the rear for a reason. And she just did the stupidest fucking thing he's ever heard of in this life.

* “No. I’m focusing on the Main Quest,” he barked. Only two of the scattered Treasures had been recovered in the realm — long ago, the king had issued a proclamation for all young and able to aid in seeking them out. Many of the adventurous had stepped up, for the promise of glory and riches. And of course, immortality.

Travelers and merchants had whispered of various parties of people, bravely searching and fighting come what may, what lies yonder over the forests and mountains.

Here lie dragons, and they were slayed, and the treasure returned.

For what is man without trying to leave a mark, before the waves of time wipe the sands of history clean?

Bakugou Katsuki, son of tailors Masaru and Mitsuki, was singlemindedly determined to be the Greatest Champion of them all.

“Living is just as important,” she chided, steps light beside his, hands swinging side to side as she followed him. Irritated, he increased his pace, but she never backed down.

“Not all of us want to slave away like mindless soldiers for the realm, you know. What would uniting all the Treasures do anyway? Does anyone know?” She squinted at him. “We don’t even know what they look or smell or feel like, most of us common people that is. For all we know it’s faded into myth now,” she continued, turning her palm to stare at its lines.

Aware of his increasing outrage, she turned to look at him with an easy, almost sheepish grin. “Not that I don’t want to, too. I just need to focus on my family first. And that means going on these quests with actual material returns.” She stared at him, awaiting his answer.

* Never told him there was a killer waltzing around waiting to wear her face, what the fuck.

He cradles her face, from the slight gash on her forehead, to the line of her jaw. He’d barely managed to save it.

* spirit quest camp shenanigans “That wasn’t so bad now, right, Bakugou?” The cheery little chit that’s the witch beside him — who dragged them out here in the middle of fucking nowhere in the first place — even has the damned energy to smile. Who the heck huffs a laugh like that while trying to act all patronising — you know what, scratch that thought. He’s met a-plenty who do that. Try to sweeten him up with honeyed words, when looks, material wealth doesn’t impress, doesn’t sway him to their side.

He bites. “That,” he said, “was too fucking tedious.” He shot her the stinkeye as they, of accord, settle down against the cool stone of the temple and start to set up camp. “We’re not done yet, are we,” he snarked, poisonous. He began sorting through the provisions they have on hand — and what loot they’d managed to gather.

Trailing ghosts for their items, ugh. What a waste of time

Let her collect the firewood, he’s had enough of the backbreaking work for today.

* “You know,” she began, out of the blue one day. They had just finished dinner, and she was staring wistfully up at the sky, fingers steepled beneath her chin. “You know what I said before about you not being who I’d choose as a partner? I take that back.”

Katsuki who had just grunted to show he was listening, found himself nearly spluttering. Whether from indignation or of shock he wasn’t sure. “Oh now you do?” What did I do now, his eyebrows knitted, but he couldn’t be bothered to ask.

She smiled at him, almost fond. “Yeah. You,” She began, only to stop again, seemingly at a loss of words.

Katsuki let a smirk spread over his face. “Yeah go on?”

She shot a look at him, almost an eyeroll. “Back then, I decided on you not because of your… lovely personality,” she hid a cough of laughter after a sideeye from him, “but because I decided — I guess I’d unconsciously decided I wanted someone who could watch my back.” She hesitated again, but briefer this time. “Someone who would definitely be able to fight on their own.”

“Basically you wanted to ride someone’s coattails,” he said drolly.

She flushed. “That may be right but all the same, I also knew I wanted to be stronger, so I thought I shouldn’t go for someone too kind. Someone who’d keep kicking me to get better. Someone,” she paused, glancing at him, “I admire a lot, and can work hard with.”

Katsuki felt his face freeze before he launched into a wide, cocky grin. “Oho, you sure are singing my praises today.”

She finally gave in to rolling her eyes. “I was trying to say you’re not so bad after all, despite being a stubborn arse toerag who keeps shouting till all the birds flee from all the explosions you make. So thank you, for coming along.” She finished with a single arch of her eyebrow. “And anyway, you’re pretty funny when you lose your temper, so thanks for the laughs.”

* Dusk is falling. The light paints the clouds orange, as they begin to slow down, breaths shuddering.

They’ve been hunting all day.

They’re somewhere off the beaten path back to the nearest village — the trees tower all around them, and shadows fall fast here. Night is fast approaching. They definitely can’t make it back to the lights of civilisation in time.

The voice is as sudden as it is disconcerting.

“Found you, my little bird~”

Ochako turns, and her face freezes. It’s as if she’s seen a ghost. “You—”

Katsuki doesn’t need to know any more than that. He whips out his weapon and swings it at their head, but—

—as easily as a breath they’ve sidestepped him. A small blade whisks by his cheek, taking some skin off — irritating him even more. He roars and rushes back in, only to be thwarted by this assailant’s constant darting all over the place. “What the fuck—”

“Katsuki!” He dimly hears Ochako cry out through the blood pumping in his head. “Stop! We need to regroup—”

“SHUT UP! I can settle this!” He yells back. What the hell, didn’t she trust him? The sudden annoyance sours within him, fueling his rage, his need to go all out. He swings the blade of his hatchet once more at the head of the attacker, before aiming a punch.

It hits, but he does not count for the momentum of the movement throwing him off-balance for a kilter. It’s enough for them to dart by and—

Katsuki readies his guard—

Only to realise a split-second later that they had never meant to fight him in the beginning.

Ochako gurgles, a pained breath hissing out, hands splayed out for a spell that couldn’t form quick enough. Light crumbles from her fingertips.

* -sequence where with last dying breath ochako transfers lifesource to him- -flashback where ochako uses skill- -katsuki tries to do the same despite knowing she’s gone but he doesn’t know what to do anymore- -he just shuts down after that, the realisation she’s not coming back- -only enough to bring her body back to the parents if close enough-/bury if not ~ "I'll come back for you one day, Katsuki," She singsongs, sickeningly sweet, before she deigns to take her departure. "Remember my name! I'm Toga Himiko!"

He spits after her.

Never. She's a killer, that's all she is.

He throws himself into fighting mindlessly. Katsuki does not deviate from his path of destruction — never thinking of the heart he always tried too hard to run from.

//and since I’m at it I might as well yeet out this fantasy au outline I had for kacchako, was prompted angst, did not get round to writing how they bond and such.

...it was 2018 when I wrote it, pretty unlikely I’ll write it anymore, so enjoy? :D

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #kacchako #boku no hero fanfic #uraraka ochako #bakugou katsuki #my writing #yeep wit time

[delightfulstarlightparadise]

Imagine Reader/Katsuki Bakugo part 2

Part one here:

Be aware that English is not my mother language, but I am doing my best.

Also, it has been a long time since I last watched or read BNHA, some stuff may be out of the context of the anime.

So far you got into the academy half semester, everybody was curious to know which quirk you had. They discovered it is regenerating when you got into an ugly fight with Bakugo after a rivalry over a P.E. class in witch you tied times. You and Bakugo are punished by having to clean the class together. You tell him your secret: Aizawa is your uncle and also that your quirk leaves scars in your body. You do so by showing your chest to him. Professor Mic gets you in what he thinks is a making out session

Now you are both sitting in front of Director Nezu, Aizawa by your side facepalming with what you are pretty sure is the most disappointed face he has ever made. Professor Mic stands beside him, holding a laugh.

"I mean... I know you humans have... peculiar, sexual habits, and you are in that age." Nezu says after a sip from his tea. "But it is a very grave rule breaking you are commiting here."

"WE WERE NOT ABOUT TO DO ANYTHING!" Bakugo screams for the third time. "If so, I was going to attack y/n"

"WHAT?!" Aizawa exclaims, as Bakugo burns red in realizing what he had just said.

"No! Attack likein assault... no! Like in beating the shit out of... "

"Shut up, you're not helping anyone." you say, putting your collar up and shrinking into the chair with your arms crossed.

"Look, y/n was the one who opened the shirt!" He continues.

Professor Mic is not even trying to stop himself from laughing anymore, he even leans against Aizawa, whose face is completely enraged.

"Well Aizawa, once you are the one responsible for y/n, you might sign the warning." says Nezu, putting a pen on top of a paper full of words. "And we will call Mrs. Bakugo tomorrow."

"Will call my... oh fuck." Bakugo pulls his hair in grief.

"And so the both of you know, as much as I don't think this will be necessary to say, if it repeats again you will both be... expelled" Director Nezu says, and you can se a sparkle of meaningness in his eye.

You can feel Aizawa's eyes burning onto you.

...

Aizawa gave you the worst lecture you've ever seen in your life. You apologize to him as much as you can, but he is still angry. This makes you upset, but you promise him you will stay out of trouble. He is the only family you have and you care a lot about him and his approval.

This makes you go back to your dorm, head down, thinking about getting back to keeping a low profile. People call you to seat with them and play some uno, but you refuse and go straight to your room. But as you open the door, Bakugo closes it back. You get face to face with him, both of you agressively staring at each other.

"This was on you!" He says bumping his index against your chest.

"What's wrong? Afraid of mama? Is Big Bom Bom Boy a mommy's boy?" You answer, pushing him away from you.

"What did you just call me, brat?!"

As you see Bakugo get his hands ready to fight, you prepare yourself yo fight back. But you sunddely remember Aizawa's disappointed look. You shrink your shoulders and put your head down once again. Bakugo stares, confused.

You step back and bow.

"Sorry. I didn't mean that. I apologize." you say, then you get inside of the room as fast as you can.

"What?" You hear him saying.

You sit, leaning against the door and sob a little. You,then, clean your face and go to your desk to study.

...

As the weeks go by, Bakugo tries to compete with you many times, at first you do it too, but when you notice Aizawa looking, you keep your pace down and step away not to cause trouble.

You can clearly see that Bakugo gets even more angry when this happens, but he does not talk to you or insists until the next time.

In a month you get back to being a quiet presence in the class. Except for you can always feel Bakugo's fierce eyes on the back of your neck.

Until a day you are studing for the tests and a ball hits the tree you are leaning against and shakes it very hard. A boy comes running towards you.

"Hey, sorry!" Says Tetsutetsu. "We are playing quirkball, and SOMEONE hit the ball way too hard" he says staring at the court.

"Quirkball?" you ask while he helps you stand and clean your uniform.

"It is like volleyball, but you can use your quirk yo cheat. Wanna play?"

"I... I don't see how I can use my quirk to cheat on volleyball." you answer, organizing your materials and ready to go.

"HEEEEY! Y/N COME PLAY WITH US!!" you hear Uraraka's voice, followed by Midoriya, Tsuyu and Kirishima.

They scream so much at you that you get too embarassed not to play. When you get there, HE is there, staring at you.

"Midoriya, Uraraka, Kirishima vs Y/n, Bakugo and me, Tusyu is the juge" Tetsutetsu announces and then turns to you. "Leave Midoriya's balls to me."

He immediately turns himself into iron.

You and Bakugo exchange a look, he seems a little surprized to see you there and you get confused feelings about it. For a brief moment you think you have seen him smile. But as you look at him again, he is making that rageful face.

"Stay out of my way." He says, pushing you aside and stomping to the spot near the net."I am gonna EXTERMINATE all of you!" Bakugo points at the other team.

"It... it is just a game Kaachan." Midoriya sutters while Uraraka facepalms.

"COME AT ME, BRO!" Kirishima screams back at him, turning himself into rock.

You barely see the game start. Tetsutetsu launches the ball, which goes straight to Kirishima. He recieves it easily, hitting it to Uraraka's direction. She touches it gently and it floats above the net, where Midoriya shows up and kicks it with his quirk.

"I WILL GET IT!" you hear Tetsutetsu scream, but the ball is coming straight in your direction.

"Wait, no!!" Midoriya screams and everyone gasps.

You put yourself in reception position and the ball hits your arms, you can feel them breaking in an excruciating pain, but you are used to it. The ball bounces and hits Tetsutetsu's head, he was not even paying attention anymore, he was trying to reach to save you.

Bakugo comes from nowhere and cuts the ball with a huge explosion to the other side of the net.

"DIE!!" He screams.

It bursts against the floor while everyone is staring at you.

Tetsutetsu kneels beside you.

"Oh my god! Let's take y/n to Recovery Girl!" he says, trying to lift you in his shoulders.

"WHAT? No, I'm ok! I'm ok!" You say jumping away from him.

Everyone stares at you while you move your arms to show they are intact.

"What? That is my quirk, remeber?" You say, shrinking your shoulders, a little embarassed about all the fuzz.

"You are amazing!!" Kirishima screams, hands on head.

"Y/n can catch Midoriya's balls too!! I tought only me and Kirishima could do it!" Tetsutetsu says shaking you from your shoulders.

"Ahn... let's not overdo it, though." You say.

"ARE WE GONNA PLAY OR WHAT?!" Bakugo screams, launching a ball so explosive, it puts Kirishima to the ground.

As the game goes, you recieve the ball from Tetsutetsu and assist Bakugo many times. Each point you get, you and Tetsutetsu start celebrating more and more excitedly. Bakugo refuses to take part in this, but he seems to be having as much fun as you. Probably because he has already hurt everyone in the other side at least once.

Tsuyu announces the end of the game, you won.

Tetsutetsu pulls both of you into a forced hug. Your head meets Bakugo chest, it is all sweaty, but it does not smell bad as in most people. Bakugo smells like caramel, probably because of his quirk. Also, you can feel the extreme heat it emanates, it is like hugging a hot water purse.

As he screams and curses for Tetsutetsu to let him go, you blush. Why are you noticing these kind of things?! You look at him, eyes wide open and notice that your heartbeat has gone high.

He looks back at you with a confused expression. Your already blushed face turns completely red, and he stops fighting Tetsutetsu and blushes too.

When Tetsutetsu lets you go, you are both looking at the other side. You have your hands in your cheeks and shake your head. He right away starts going away without a word.

"He normally does that when he loses." Kirishima says, confused. "Nice game...oooooh..."

You look at him and realize he notices your blush. He is impressed at first, but then smirks at you.

"OOOOoooooh..." he says again opening a huge smile.

Not knowing what to do about it, you shake your hands at him, making an "x" trying to avoid letting him say anything else. Then, you do the only thing your brain can think of: you run the hell away from there.

...

Caramel smell. Who smells like caramel?! You head is confused, you can't sleep. You decide to stand up and study. As you sit in your desk all you can remember is that look you exchanged while locked together in Tetsutetsu's hug.

Oh dear, were you liking Katsuki Bakugo?! The jerk who thinks he is better than everyone else? The imbecil who got you in trouble with your uncle twice?

No, it must not be. Your brain is just confused because... you know hatred is often confused with love.

It also turns a lot into it, you've heard.

"Shit!" You say as you notice you left your pen so long on the paper the ink stained it.

You hear a knock on the door.

"Who the f..." you whisper, looking at the clock. It is too late for anyone to visit.

You slowly open it to check who it is. The door is forced towards you and you step back. It closes behind him with a bam.

Caramel smell.

You can't see anything, he has already come to you with the most furious kiss you have ever recieved. How else could he kiss, he was an agressive boy, he should kiss ageessively.

"What the hell?" You say, pushing him away, but he is stronger than you, you can only separate your faces, he holds you tight against him.

"Shut up." He says leaning on your neck and starting to suck at it.

"Hey! Hey! What the fuck is this?!" You ask taking some steps back, but he follows you. You can feel that whatever he is doing is gonna leave a mark.

"Do you want it or not?!" He asks, pushing you against the wall and pressing his body against yours.

You can fell the caramel scent taking over your brain. You fell your body getting soft against his. You can't get yourself to offer any more resistence.

"Want it or not?" He repeats, his red eyes staring deep into yours.

"I... I do." You say, putting your hands on his hips and lifting your chin in his direction.

He smiles at you, you wait for him to kiss you again.

You hear an annoying noise.

It is your phone ringing with the alarm. You were passed out in your study table. It is time to get ready for classes.

You lean your head on your hands and lose the count of how many "fucks" you say.

You like Katsuki Bakugo.

Next part here:

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Fundraiser Commission #8

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Prompt: “For the commission, I would like PitViperOfDoom to write a followup to their one shot Helping Hands. After Bakugo is expelled some members of Class 1-A (probably the Bakusquad) decide to talk to the boy whose abuse led to his expulsion. Only, it doesn't turn out to be just them helping him. He seems to have incredible insights into how they can improve how they use their quirks.”

This one gave me some trouble, but I’m happy with how it came out!

---

Lunch Rush’s katsudon is the only katsudon that Izuku can honestly, though not without some guilt, describe as better than Mom’s. Of course, unlike Lunch Rush, Mom’s quirk doesn’t help her cook beyond bringing the ingredients within reach. In Izuku’s wholly unbiased opinion, that concession puts his mother’s cooking back up on top.

Fortune smiles on him when the school cook puts out a fresh lunch tray out just in time for him to claim it. It makes up for how his day has been going so far. No one’s been mean, of course, but the rumors about yesterday have already started spreading, and there’s only so much of his classmates’ whispering that he can stand before he starts screaming from the stress.

Izuku turns away, debating whether to sit with his classmates or hide in the classroom to eat, only to find himself flanked on both sides by hero students.

Very familiar hero students, at that.

“Come sit with us, Midoriya!” Ashido Mina chirps near his ear.

“Unless you got somewhere else to be.” Kirishima is on his other side, holding a tray loaded with pretty much every meat available in the cafeteria. “It’s cool if you’ve got somewhere else to be, but we’d love for you to join us.”

Izuku’s head swivels back and forth, gaping at both of them in turn. “Um…” On instinct he shoots a glance at the table where a lot of his 1-C classmates usually sit. Shinsou and Ichioka stare back at him incredulously. Mochizuku grins and gives him a thumbs-up.

“Okay,” he says. “If you’re sure… lead the way.”

Ashido whoops and takes the lead, while Kirishima and a boy whose name Izuku doesn’t know hang back to walk with him.

“Hi, Midoriya!” the unknown boy says. “I just realized neither of them said that yet.”

“Hi,” Izuku says nervously. “Um, sorry, I don’t think we’ve been introduced?” His memory supplies him with the image of the boy slapping a length of tape over Kacchan’s mouth.

“I’m Sero Hanta!” The three of them reach the table where Ashido is sitting, along with two other girls and a boy with bright yellow hair. They introduce themselves as Uraraka, Asui (“Call me Tsuyu-chan!”), and Kaminari, and Izuku mumbles something incoherent as he slides into the seat by Kirishima. They’re all friendly enough, but out of all of them, Kirishima makes him the least nervous.

For a moment, Izuku sits frozen and speechless among students he doesn’t know. What is he supposed to say? The last time any of them saw him, he was crying after getting beaten up in front of them; what do they expect out of him?

“Oh!” he blurts out, then winces when Kaminari drops his chopsticks. “Thank you.”

In an instant, everyone is staring at him. He’s made a terrible mistake.

“Sheesh, Midoriya, you scared me there,” Kaminari laughed.

“Sorry,” Izuku says sheepishly. “But I mean it. Thank you, for yesterday. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course we did!” Ashido says, shocked.

“You’re in hero school, buddy,” Sero adds. “If there was ever a place where we ‘have’ to do that kind of stuff, it’s here.”

Izuku blushes. “Not everybody would have.”

“Yeah, well, not everybody is in UA’s hero course,” Kirishima points out.

“Including Bakugou,” Asui says dryly. Uraraka snorts beside her, then sobers.

“I probably shouldn’t laugh,” she says, wrinkling her nose to keep from doing so. “But I mean… Aizawa-sensei told us on the first day that he’d have us kicked out if he didn’t think we could make the cut. He literally told us that, and booted Mineta on day one, and Bakugou still pulled that. I mean, what did he think was going to happen? He’s lucky he just got transferred to Gen Ed!”

In spite of himself, Izuku gives a snort of his own. “Kacchan’s used to the rules not applying to him,” he mutters.

Kaminari barks out a laugh. “Sorry, I just… Kacchan? Seriously? How’s a guy like that end up with a cutesy nickname like Kacchan?”

Izuku shrugs, suddenly self-conscious. It’s a weird feeling, seeing people laugh at Kacchan instead of him. “Our moms were in the same pregnant yoga class. Technically our first playdates happened before we were born. We were really close when we were four. I don’t remember us not being friends.” He hesitates, poking at the egg in his katsudon. “Then his quirk came in, and mine didn’t, and… everything was different after that.”

Worried that he’s brought down the mood, he glances around at the others to gauge their reactions. Kaminari’s face is scrunched up like he smells something bad. Uraraka and Sero look indignant, Asui looks grave, and Kirishima looks like he’s about to cry.

“Sounds like a lousy friend,” Ashido says blithely.

“Ashido!” Sero elbows her, which, considering his elbows, must pack a punch.

“What? He is!”

“No, you’re right,” Izuku says. It’s taken a while to admit it, but he’s had some help with it. Kacchan was a bad friend. He acted the way he did because he chose to, not because Izuku deserved it. “He’s always been… competitive. Even when we were in daycare together, he was obsessed with being better than everyone. Every time I talked about the things I liked or the things I was good at, he’d remind me that he was better at them than I was.”

“That’s gotta be exhausting,” Kirishima says.

Izuku shrugs. “He was my first friend. I didn’t know being friends wasn’t supposed to be like that. I know better now, of course!” he adds quickly. “But back then, I thought it was normal.”

“What kind of stuff do you like to do?” Uraraka asks. “I mean, you already know we’re all on the hero track, but what about you?”

Izuku fidgets, suddenly nervous. “Oh! Um… well, I still really like heroics. Learning about… about heroes, and their statistics and stuff.”

“Like… business course stuff?” Kaminari asks.

“No, not really.” Izuku shakes his head. “Not the, um, marketing. I’m no good at that. I mean more like… the mechanics of their quirks and equipment, and their battle strategies and combat techniques. That kind of thing. See—” He falters for a moment. “When I was little, I wanted to be a hero. And even after I found out I was quirkless, I still looked for ways that I could become one. So… I watched them, and studied how they work. I still do. I know it probably sounds strange, but…”

“Lots of people make hero analysis a career,” Asui says, tapping her lips. “I’ve heard the Public Safety Commission have people for that.”

“Hey, yeah,” Sero says. “Even if you can’t be a hero, you can still work in heroics.”

“Yeah, I know…” Izuku says. It’s a good consolation prize. He thinks he could even be happy doing it.

“Nah,” Kirishima says.

Izuku turns to him, startled. “What?”

“Nah,” Kirishima repeats. “I think you could still do it. Become a hero.”

Izuku gapes at him.

“Dude, you grew up with an ultra-competitive jerk who tried to make you feel bad about yourself, you found out you didn’t have a quirk, and you still didn’t give up! You kept looking for ways to make it happen! You got that… that determination, y’know? That manly spirit. I think as long as you have that, quirks don’t matter. You could totally be a hero.”

For a moment, Izuku can only stare. “Well…” he stammers out when he finds his voice again. “You’ll be the first kid my age who thinks that.”

Ashido’s hand shoots up. “Second!”

“Third!” Uraraka and Kaminari say in unison.

“It only makes sense,” Asui says serenely, smiling at Izuku’s shocked face. “Just look at Aizawa-sensei. His quirk levels the playing field, but other than that, he fights without any special power.”

Izuku blushes fiercely under all the encouragement. “There’s never been a quirkless hero before,” he mumbles. “It’s unheard of.”

“Well, that doesn’t mean it’s impossible!” Ashido says. “It just means nobody’s done it yet.”

It’s a wonderful moment, which Izuku swiftly ruins by bursting into tears.

---

“Well, Midoriya,” Shinsou says dryly, clapping him on the shoulder so hard it almost hurts. “Don’t forget about us now that you’re famous enough to hang with the hero kids.”

“It’s not like that!

Mochizuku slaps his other shoulder. “Don’t get too comfortable!” she chirps cheerfully. “That open spot in Class 1-A is mine.”

“There are two,” Izuku points out.

“And three of us,” she says cheerily. “Watch your backs, boys!”

---

Ashido Mina

Quirk: Acid. Allows user to secrete corrosive liquid through her skin. Acid can be generated in high quantities from any area of skin. Can be manipulated by user?

Kirishima Eijirou

Quirk: Hardening. Allows user to harden any part of his body. Protects from physical threats by absorbing blunt force and preventing cutting damage.

Asui Tsuyu

Quirk: Frog form. Gives user features and abilities of a frog, including leg strength, wall climbing, extending tongue (more? Ask her?)

“Whatcha doin’?” Kaminari asks, almost dropping his tray on Izuku’s lunch table. With a yelp, Izuku shuts his notebook and shoves it in his bag with practiced speed.

“Nothing! Just notes for class!”

“Okay, man, chill,” Kaminari says. Around them, the others are taking seats as well. “You do you. Good for you for getting in on brains and stuff.”

“Man, seriously!” Ashido agrees. “I’m no good at that stuff. I’ve had on-off tutoring since I started middle school. People who can just sit down and study and get A’s on their own are incredible.”

“There’s nothing wrong with needing help sometimes!” Kirishima points out.

“Oh yeah, I know!” Ashido grins and fist-pumps. “Besides, I got in with my awesome skills! I can figure out everything else as I go!”

Izuku tries not to stare as she swings between complimenting him and complimenting herself. Ashido Mina is one of the most incredible people that he has ever met. It’s not just her wild coloring, either; nonstandard skin and hair colors are fairly common in the world of quirks. Even Izuku’s colors would have been improbable at best, if not impossible before quirks came into being.

But no, what stands out in Midoriya’s eyes is how smoothly Ashido’s effortless confidence meshes with her kindness. She thinks highly of herself, for good reason. She’s pretty, she’s athletic, and she has a fantastic quirk and a magnetic personality. But unlike the other good-looking, athletic, charismatic people with fantastic quirks that Izuku has met before, she doesn’t seem to feel the need to prove it to anyone. She just is, and that’s enough for her.

Bashfully, Izuku tells her as much, stumbling over his words as he struggles to make himself understood without offending her by accident. She listens, frowning thoughtfully as he manages to articulate his thoughts.

“That’s a weird thing to think about,” she remarks when he finishes babbling.

“Sorry,” Izuku mumbles.

“No no, I don��t mean it like that!” Ashido assures him. “It’s just… if somebody’s really confident but feels like they have to prove how good they are all the time… then they can’t really be that confident, can they?”

Izuku stares, openmouthed, before his jaw slowly shuts again. He hadn’t thought of it that way.

“Maybe that was Bakugou’s problem,” Kaminari muses. “You know? ‘Cause I’ve never met anybody as desperate as he was to prove how great they were.”

“Kacchan’s the most confident person I know,” Izuku points out. “That was his whole problem. Everybody praised his quirk, and how strong and smart he is, and that’s…” That’s why he got away with everything.

“Yeah, but he has a garbage personality,” Kaminari says bluntly. Ashido barks out a laugh, Uraraka and Sero snicker, and Kirishima purses his lips like he’s trying not to follow suit. “What? He does! Maybe that’s why he’s so obsessed with being better than everybody, so he can make up for the fact that nobody’s gonna like him otherwise.”

Izuku shoves in a mouthful of rice so he won’t have to answer, reddening when he catches Asui’s attention.

Rather than calling him on it, she turns to Ashido. “Ashido-chan, you pulled some cool moves in class yesterday. You’re really good at aiming your acid.”

“Thanks! I work super hard on that!”

“How do you train with your quirk without destroying stuff?” Sero asks, latching on to the new topic.

“My quirk’s not that bad,” Ashido says, huffing a little. “I mean, it used to be, but that was just when I was a little kid. You know, before quirk counseling.”

Izuku listens carefully. He’s always been interested in quirk counseling; it was something he was left out of, obviously, and there was only so much that he could observe from afar before his teacher told him to go back to his word searches.

“It till melts through concrete,” Asui points out. “How do you practice with it?”

“I can change how strong the acid is,” Ashido explains. “If I’m really pulling punches I can get it to the same level as like, lemon juice. So it’d suck to get it in your eyes or in a paper cut, but I’m not gonna melt any walls. It’s good for target practice! Which is still really hard, because it’s liquid.”

“Can you change anything else about your acid?” Izuku asks, now leaning forward with interest.

“Yep! I can change the, uh, what’s the word.” Ashido gestures vaguely. “I can make it thicker instead of just liquid.”

“You can control the viscosity?”

“That’s the one!” Ashido points to him. “My favorite trick is to make it super weak and, uh, viscous, so I can slide around on it! I asked for a good boot design that would help me keep control, too.”

“Could you make it solid?” Izuku asks. “Like gelatin? That might make precision easier, with less of a risk of sending out droplets when you throw it.”

Ashido’s dark eyes widen. Her lips part in surprise, before a wide, delighted grin spreads over her face. “Jelly bombs,” she whispers. “Midoriya, you’re a genius!”

Izuku flushes deeply. For the first time, he thinks that maybe his new… friends? Are they friends? They’re certainly treating him like one, he thinks.

Well. Maybe, for once…

“Hey, uh, guys?” he says, voice cracking with leftover nervousness. Before he can chicken out, he reaches down to retrieve his notebook. “Want to see something I’ve been working on?”

It’s the most fun he’s ever had in the lunchroom before.

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🐾Won’t Leave You Part: 2 (The Challenge)🐾

Iida knew that Izuku’s door was unlocked even as he knocked, so when no answer responded to his question of entry, he pushed the door open anyway.

Izuku was lying on his bed, his eyes closed as he held a Polaroid photo to his chest, his breathing still hitched and uneven as if he were still crying despite the lack of tears. Iida swallowed his own tears and looked back at Tsuyu, Tokoyami, and Kirishima, who was waiting behind him for news. Iida nodded at them and the four of them filed into the room, closing the door carefully behind them.

The rest of the students had already gone back to their rooms, exhausted in the after effects of the adrenaline rush caused by the panic of the situation. These four students had remained behind though, too worried about their friend to sleep.

Izuku did not stir for a while, someone looking in on him may have thought him to be sleeping, but his close friends knew better, he was lying awake, he was just trying to drown himself in sleep. When his four friends did not leave after a while of waiting, Izuku slowly opened his eyes and without turning his head, looked at them. His eyes were still a little watery but most of his tears had dried up. Kirishima sat on the floor while Tokoyami and Tsuyu found two chairs to sit in, pulling them to the center of the room on either side of Kirishima. Iida however, made his way over to Izuku’s bed and sat down on the end of it, his eyes never leaving his friend.

Nobody said a word.

And then, in the dark silence, Izuku spoke so softly that if any sound at all had been in the room, his friends would not have heard it.

“It’s my fault.” He gulped. “I should have protected her. I should have gone in her place, or died for her rather than run for help. I’m so stupid.”

Iida’s eyes flashed. None of Class 1-A knew what had happened but they had a pretty good idea, they just didn’t know the details. That sentence alone confirmed their fears.

“Midoriya, please, tell us what happened. We want to help in any way possible.” Tokoyami spoke up from his chair on the left side of Kirishima. Izuku gulped again, trying desperately (and failing) to keep more tears from sliding down his cheeks.

“I… I…” Izuku took a deep breath and sat up from his pillow, turning to look at his friends directly.

“I failed Ochako!” He cried out. “I let her get shot and taken by villains instead of protecting her! I can’t even hold a candle to her, she saved my life and I acted like a coward, not a hero!” He placed his face in his hands and sobbed into them, his shoulders heaving. Iida looked down at Izuku’s lap to where the polaroid photo had fallen when he sat up. Iida’s own tears surfaced and spilled down his cheeks as he stared at the photo of Izuku and Ochako laughing while floating in the air, Ochako spraying Izuku with water while he laughed and attempted to shield himself with his hands. Iida remembered that day because he had taken the photo for them.

Quickly rubbing his eyes with his sleeve, Iida stood from the end of the bed and sat beside Izuku, wrapping an arm around his shaking shoulders while he cried. Nobody spoke, they just listened as Izuku attempted to stifle his sobs, Iida holding him in his sturdy arms.

Suddenly, everyone in the room whipped around as the door to Izuku’s door was blasted open, and everyone except Izuku frowned when Bakugo stepped into the room, his hand still smoking.

“Everyone clear out, I need to speak to Deku,” He said, his arms crossed over his chest and his foot tapping impatiently on the floor of the bedroom. Iida stood up sharply, his hand still resting comfortingly on Izuku’s shoulder.

“Whatever you want to say can be said in front of us!” Iida snapped. Izuku had never heard him sound so angry before. “I don’t trust you Bakugo, and we don’t need you making the situation worse.”

Bakugo’s face scrunched into a snarl for a moment and then suddenly relaxed. “Please, I need to speak to him alone.”

Izuku looked up from the photo he had been miserably staring at and looked directly into Bakugo’s face. He saw the determined flash in his eyes and made a decision.

“It’s okay everyone, thanks for coming in but I want to hear what Kacchan has to say.” Iida’s eyes searched Izuku’s face before he closed them and nodded grimly.

“If he gives you any trouble just say the word, Midoriya,” Iida said before stalking past Bakugo and out the door, Tsuyu, Kirishima, and Tokoyami following him out.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Bakugo grabbed the chair that Tokoyami had been sitting in and dragged it to the side of the bed so that he was as close to Izuku as he was comfortable getting.

“I heard what happened,” Bakugo said quietly after they had sat in an awkward silence together for a while. Izuku just closed his eyes and forced himself not to cry as the horrible memories replayed in his mind.

“I am only going to say this once, so listen carefully you damn nerd,” Bakugo said, standing from his chair and pacing in front of the bed.

“You have a thing for Ochako, don’t you?” Bakugo said, spinning to look Izuku straight in the eye. Izuku was flabbergasted and tried to search for the right words in a slight haze of panic.

“Kacchan! I… I… I…”

Bakugo held up a hand to silence him but did not break his gaze from Izuku’s eyes.

“I said, you have a thing for Ochako don’t you? Don’t you?” Bakugo said with more assertion this time.

“Yes.” Izuku gasped out, his shoulders slumping even more.

Bakugo nodded at him curtly and continued his pacing.

“Listen to me nerd, you are the cause of this issue, you tried to follow a course of action that did not have the best outcome. I know it was not for selfish reasons but that is what happened. As a result, Ochako was injured and kidnapped by a dangerous villain-”

“I already know what happened Kacchan!” Izuku snapped, cutting him off. “I don’t understand your purpose in talking to me if you are just going to bury me further in shame.”

Bakugo suddenly launched forward, placing both hands on Izuku’s shoulders and pinning him to the back headboard of the bed.

“I am here because although you screwed up, you are the strongest person I know.” The compliment shocked Izuku so much that his mouth just hung, frozen open so that no words could come out.

“And despite the things I say about her, Round Cheeks is an amazing hero. She will rise through the ranks faster than a lot of our class will due to her kindness and loyalty but also her strength, determination, and fighting spirit. We WILL get her back, and we WILL destroy the villain that threatened my friends and your girlfriend.

Izuku blushed deeply at Bakugo’s last remark but could not form the words to correct him. “Kacchan-”

“Don’t even try to correct me.” Bakugo snapped, sitting up and releasing Izuku from the headboard.

“We will get her back if it is the last thing we do, Izuku.”

Even through the haze of shock that swallowed Izuku at the fact that Bakugo had used his real name, he managed to nod, a look of fierce determination taking over his features. Bakugo thought he could even see a hint of love mixed in with that fury. Bakugo stood and walked over to the door, flinging it open so hard that it hit the wall and made a small dent.

“Let’s go get her,” Bakugo said.

“Right!” Izuku yelled, leaping up from his place on the bed. Izuku turned and placed the polaroid photo on his bedside table before following Bakugo out of his room.

“Go get dressed in your hero costume, we are going hunting,” Bakugo said with a wicked smile, his hands popping as he created small sparks.

“Of course. I’ll also go wake a few of the others, we will need their help.” Izuku said, making his way to Iida’s room while Bakugo walked over to Todoroki’s, his hands still smoking.

Soon a small group of heroes in training was gathered in the main living space, their costumes on and their faces set as Izuku and Bakugo started to lead the charge. The group consisted of Todoroki, Iida, Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, Shoji, Bakugo and Izuku. The team made their way through the dorms and outside, walking quietly off of the path, veering instead through the forest to avoid detection. The night was chilly and deathly quiet but the group remained on high alert. Izuku led the group with Bakugo and Tsuyu at his side, trying to scrape a plan together as they walked. He would have liked to have been better prepared but he feared for Ochako’s life, unsure if she would survive the night. He shook his head as he remembered Bakugo’s words. She was strong, she would survive the night, and he would reach her no matter what.

With the normal sounds of the night the group might have missed it, but in the dead quiet of this night, they heard the soft shift of pine needles as someone approached them. The group froze as the sound grew louder. They were just about to scatter and hide when a slim figure dressed in black slipped through the trees behind them and whispered so that they all jumped like frogs in surprise.

“Did you really think you could leave undetected?” Aizawa said, his voice a deadly whisper filled with suppressed venom. The team whipped around with their fists raised as they looked right at their angry teacher.

“What are all of you thinking?” Aizawa snarled, his eyes glinting like red rubies, and his hair raised above his head like hackles raised on a dog.

Bakugo stepped forward, meeting Aizawa’s wrath with a furious snarl.

“It was my idea, but we are going to rescue our friend before she ends up looking like a string of ribbon.”

“I said that the police are on the case!” Aizawa snapped.

“Fuck the police!” Bakugo snapped and everyone gasped. “They are too slow, Uraraka will resemble something like gum on the bottom of your boot if we do not do something now.”

If Aizawa was shocked he did not reveal it, he just stared down Bakugo, his fury building like dragon fire. Finally, Aizawa spoke again.

“Do you even know where you are going?” Aizawa asked.

“We are going to the crime scene,” Todoroki said. “We are going to go look for clues as to where the villain might have gone with Uraraka.”

Aizawa tilted his head.

“Not a bad place to start but you are not allowed at the crime scene. Going there can be identified as meddling with evidence, which is a punishable crime.”

“Tsk.” Bakugo closed his eyes and raised his head in frustration, his hair glowing a milky blonde in the moonlight.

“I guess you will need a pro to give you access through the police,” Aizawa said. The students assembled looked up in surprise at what he was suggesting. Aizawa sighed and placed a hand on the bridge of his nose, his hair falling back into place and his eyes dimming in their fierceness.

“I understand how you feel and secretly, I agree,” Aizawa said looking at them directly without blinking. The class was held in his gaze. “I should not condone this behavior, and I will not in the future, but I will help you.”

The students released a breath and smiled at one another. Izuku looked directly at his teacher and saw him nod ever so slightly. Izuku nodded back and smiled a little so that Aizawa could see his gratitude. Aizawa didn’t react, but Izuku could have sworn he saw the corners of his teacher’s mouth twitch upwards.

“Let’s go get Uraraka back,” Aizawa said, his eyes bright with unhidden sorrow and fierce anger that swelled like a beast uncurling in his heart.

“Afterall, I can’t let one of my flock be picked off by the wolves, otherwise more danger will come.” Aizawa took a breath. “I must protect every single one of my children.”

He said the last part so quietly that the students thought they had imagined it, but the shock written on the faces around them convinced them otherwise. Izuku and Bakugo fell back behind Aizawa and they began to trudge through the forest.

Together.

#mha fanfiction #mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha #izuku x uraraka #ochako x izuku #izuku midoriya #urakara ochako #izuocha-fanfic #izuocha

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BNHA Rewatch: Episode 60 “A Talk about Your Quirk”

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aka the one where TodoBaku failed. And something about Bakugou and one for all and a possible re-match…

YAY DEKU. And all class 1-A except for TodoBaku. Where is the justice that Mineta passes and they don’t.

KACCHAN NO.

Inasa no.

Todoroki no.

At least his three main love interests are consoling him.

Nice thanks Inasa. I forgive you.

Wow someone’s about to burst.

Shut up Mineta thank you Iida.

The results! Is it obsessive that I kinda wanna know the specifics.  Why did Ojiro fall so low? 94 Momo makes sense. But Deku should have more.

Wow Mera goes and lays an unintentional guilt trip on Katsuki. No wonder this lead to…something…important maybe…

Yay they have a chance to get their licenses back in an absolutely wonderful and hilarious little mini-arc that’s gonna kill me when it airs next season.

AW DEKU’S LITTLE TEARFUL FACE.

More sinister Uraraka faces. Half-shaded in the manga.

I think Aoyama has a little crush on Inasa.

Deku wants to know about Camie’s training. He isn’t even blushing. Are you no longer interested in girls like that, Deku?

CAMIETOGA! The big reveal here is pretty incredible. It makes everything so much more interesting.

“Tomura’s gonna be happy” cause I ship those two a little. Also, Toga’s shape-shifting quirk set off a nearly unprecedented string of “Toga is impersonating X” theories until we learned the true extent of how long she could use her quirk for.

All Might and All for One. Wow he’s still in his old superhero  costume.

Yeah, believe that All might. All for One’s gonna escape some day. Story needs him.

“What do you want?” I wanna know that too. WHAT IS YOUR MOTIVE AFO?!?!

“We’re not so different you and I” I guess. Maybe? In terms of stature and legend, sure.

“Why would you need a successor?” I don’t know that either. “I’m more machine now than man” stuff.  I’m curious as to why AFO doesn’t tell anyone about OFA. I’m so curious about him, dammit, I wanna know more.

Yay his theme again. I love it. It’s perfect.

You know, AFO has a point here. All Might living without any power is actually even more poignantly tragic than just killing him off would have been. You see? You can create tragedy without killing off a character.

He doesn’t confirm that Tomura is actually going to kill Deku here. I’m still kind of a Dad-for-One Theorist so I think All Might isn’t completely right here.

This cape swish here is cool. Is it wrong that this argument feels kinda petty to me, like two teen mean queens?

Well, I guess the eps over, nothing more to see here, just UA winding down from the…

Oh. Oh.

“WE NEED TO HAVE A TALK ABOUT YOUR QUIRK” Holy Crap it’s here!

Flashbacks! OMG their cute flashbacks it’s happening.

Ground Beta. Where he lost.

THE VOICE ACTING ON BAKUGOU HERE. BOTH DUBS.

Wow no music just to make it extra suspenseful.

Bakugou is smart. Though he can’t claim too much credit, because Deku told him. Deku surpassed him.  

I love the way they close-up on everything but his eyes.

Deku looks fierce here.

YEEEESSS

Bakugou, as an aside, is hot in this scene. They both are. It’s deep and tragic, but they both look fine.

“Here is my 50 page thesis on how I’m sure All Might gave you his power”.

The Music’s swelling OMG.

DAT VOICE ACTING.

Deku’s freaking face his face that face

Wow that outstretched hand. I have expected him to ask him to dance.

IT’S ON.

Episode 60 mostly just wraps up the PLE arc. It’s made up of three set pieces: The results and departure, All Might and AFO, and the DVK2 setup talk. The first is good, mostly exposition based; the second is not bad, but honestly not as exciting as the premise indicates. The third, though…that third part…next episode. NEXT EPISODE.

BKDK CORNER:

This is it. It’s starting.

1. Bakugou could’ve gone to other friends with his personal problems. He could have talked about his PTSD and guilt to anyone of his squad. But he tells Deku. This isn’t the first time he’s cried in front of him either. Deku is the person he brings his problems too.

2. Deku could have chosen not to come meet with him. He could’ve said no and Bakugou would’ve had to accept it and go on brooding. But he went. Because he cares.

3. Bakugou has been watching Deku this whole time. Close enough to see his progress. To see just how he reacted to ‘now it’s your turn.’ To notice exactly when Deku started changing. He always watches Deku, who watches him right back (“Somehow, I knew.”) They’re always thinking of each other.

4. Bakugou knew exactly how Deku felt afterwards. He gets him.

5. Deku could’ve chosen not to tell Bakugou the truth. To make up some other story. But he chooses, in his own way to let him know. Because he knows he needs it. And he can’t stand to lie to him.

6. Baku proves himself a very trustworthy confidante, as he makes sure no one can overhear them (unlike Deku, who said All Might’s secret loudly and in public where anyone could.

7. Holy crap look how much I wrote about them in only the first scene. Next recap’s probably gonna be novel-length.

BEST GIRL OF THE EPISODE: Toga I guess. She makes quite an impression here.

RANKER: Main PLE arc episodes, Ranked

7. Episode 53 “The Test”

6. Episode 54” Shiketsu High Lurking”

5. Episode 55 “Class 1-A”

4. Episode 57 “Rescue Exercises”

3. Episode 56 “RUSH”

2. Episode 59 “What’s the big Idea”

1. Episode 60 “A Talk About your quirk”

#my hero academia #season 3 episode 22 #a talk about your quirk #midoriya izuku #shoto todoroki #katsuki bakugou #All Might #inasa yoarashi #katsudeku #bakudeku #wow i just sped through parts 1 and 2 of that ep #like yeah yeah ple arc results and all #and all might v afo is neat and stuff #whatever #we all know what this episode is really about #hell what the SERIES is really about #DVK2 FOLKS #it's coming.

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Kirimina day 2: Didn’t Count

Class 1-A was engaged difficult exercise against an army of robots so fierce the young heroes to be were worried that there instructors had gone to far.

“There will times when you find your self overwhelmed by sheer numbers.” Explained Aizawa Sensei. “In theses times the best course is to use teamwork. There will be times when you will not have experience with who you are working with and you will improvise. That said there will be no set teams you are all starting at different points at random. good luck.”

Eijirou Kirishima, Red Riot,  was anxious to get started. His Quirk,Hardening, was well suited to teamwork no matter who he was paired with. The starting buzzer sounded and he was off. Keeping an an eye on his surroundings and ear out for the enemy not quite sure what to expect. It was not “EYES OPEN AND HEADS UP IDIOT!!!” A fierce explosion sounded ove Kirishima’s head. Shocked he looked up to see a robot in pieces and his class mate and friend Bakugou descending along with the debris. “Thanks Bakugo. I didn’t see that thing coming.” “No shit Sherlock!” Bakugo was in rare form, even for him. “These things are moving with much more tact than the ones we’ve fought before” he explained. “Get wise or get dead.” With that he flew off using one of his explosions. “We’re supposed to work together though,,,” Kirishima mumbled, not really caring if his friend heard him. Engaging his quirk to harden his body he continued onward.

At a different point of the city Mina Ashido, Pinky, was taking to the rooftops using her Acid Quirk to for hand and foot holds to get there. “Kay! What are we looking for?..” No sooner did she ask, a robot appeared in front of her, With a cry of joy Ashido clapped her hands together and shot a stream of acid at the robot cutting through its main cpu and wrecking it instantly. “Don’t need to hold back against metal do I?” Two more robots flew up and charged the pink heroin, using her acid to create a slide she slid and jumped to the neighboring rooftop.

Kirishima was feeling very good with himself. He’d taken out 3 robots, taking a hit for a distracted Aoyama to take another one. Really getting into the impromptu teamwork thing he felt like he was unstoppable. Then the robot fell on him. “Glad I’m me.” The red head muttered shucking off the disabled bot. He looked up and saw Ashido mid jump a pair of robots on her tail. “Aoyama!” he called. “I’m going to help Ashido!” Aoyama turned with his trademark snarky smile. “Who am I to come between love, oui? Pretending he didn’t here that Kirishma chased after his classmate.

“Come on at least make it a challenge for me!” Mina was on top of the world, Using her acid she took out one her pursuers, leaving it to crash on the rooftop. the second boosted its speed and tackled Ashido, in response she shoved both hands at the head flooding it with corrosive liquid. She was feeling so good and enjoying herself so much that she didn’t see that the robot had pushed her away from any nearby rooftops. Panic replaced her ecstacy, completely unsure what to do she clung to the robot and prayed she would survive. “ASHIDO!!!” Mina’s head shot up recognizing the voice of Kirishima “HANG TIGHT! i’LL CATCH YOU!” Kirishima raced to the area of impact arms outstretched. Pulling on all of his will power he pushed his quirk to its absolute limit. UNBREAKABLE!!! The machine crashed against the young hero, with all of willpower not to crush the machine but simply hold it. “Okay! I’m clear Eijirou!” Mina called. With a roar of manliness Kirishima slammed the wrecked machine. Breathing heavily he looked to the pink girl. “Are you alri-” He was Interrupted by Mina Rushing forward and planting her lips on his, shocked he didn’t know what to do. Mina released Kirishima and realised what she had done. “Ummmm….Maybe we should go see if we help the others…” she mumbled, clearly embarrassed. Kirishima nodded, still shocked by the kiss, his first kiss…With the girl he loved…

At the end of the exercise class 1-A was exhausted, everyone injured and quirks spent. Aizawa Sensei declared that as a whole the class passed, but had a lot of room for improvement. Grandstanding. Stubbornness. Distracted with emotions. That last one seemed to be aimed at Kirishima and Mina. He didn’t say anything but they still gulped in fear of what their teacher might say in front of their peers. But he didn’t he dismissed class and suggested everyone go take a shower, they needed it.

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That night back at the dorms Kirishima laid on the bed in his dorm thinking of what could have been different. How he could have been better. Why didn’t he kiss her back…Frustrated with himself he was about to yell into his hands when he heard a knock at his door. It was Mina. Standing there the two feeling incredibly awkward. “Listen Ashido…” Kirishima started. “Eijirou…” Mina said at the same time. They stared in silence then laughed, he signaled for her to go ahead. “I just wanted to say thank you…for saving me…” She squirmed in place standing there. “It was no problem.” He was relieved that this was what she wanted to talk about. “It’s not like I was going to let you get hurt. what kind of fri-” “THAT KISS DID NOT COUNT!” Mina suddenly yelled, turning a darker shade of pink. Kirishima was stunned. “I will not let people say that my first kiss was something brought on by adrenaline! So it did not count hear me!?” Tears were coming down the girls face. Kirishima began to panic. “No! I mean yes I hear you! I get that it doesn’t count. If you don’t want it to I mean…” He began rambling trying to find the write words. Mina began laughing. and still crying. Kirishima stopped talking. His hands rose to her face and brushed away the tears. Her hands covered his. They locked eyes. leaned in. Kirishima kissed Mina. Mina kissed Kirishima. In that moment they were the only to people in the world.

“YES!!!! Mineta your doing my homework for a week!” The electric dunce, Kaminari called out.

“NO!!!!!!!” Cried out the living embodiment of perversion

“Congrats! you two finally kissed!” Uraraka and Hagakure came around a corner cheering.

“What is with all the noise in the hall at this hour!” Demanded mr.exit-sign Iida.

Embarrassed at the reactions of their class mates the couple looked at each other and smiled. “I’ll go get Kaminari and you get Mineta?”Kirishima asked

“Just try and stop me.” Mina dashed towards her smaller peer with murder in her eyes.

FIN

#kirimina #Kirishima Eijirou #mina ashido #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Kirimina week #hornbuddies #pinky #red riot #fluff #funny #kiss #rescue