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the-lupine-sojourner · 5 years

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Takara Yamada’s Hero Academia Season 1 Episode 7 [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

Hi there! I got this one done practically in a day, I was so happy to write it! This fight is one of the earliest instances of adrenaline-rushing action in the show and I love it. Unfortunately, from where Takara is, she can’t hear anything, so I just have to write it the way the episode plays out.

Anyway, Here is the masterlist, as usual, in case someone just sees this chapter and wants to read the previous chapters.

I’m tagging @dailyojiromashirao and hoping they like the fight scene as much as I liked writing it, and @elite-guard-hardygal because they always really like my chapters and are a huge help in making sure I have everything planned out realistically and fangirling with me about upcoming arcs and moments in the show. And I want to give a shout out to @fandoms-fandoms-everywhere99 because I saw their likes on every one of my chapters so far, spanning out over the day. You go, Fandoms! That was awesome and I’m glad you’re interested! XD

Anyway, hope you all like this chapter!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

I try not to drag my feet as All Might leads us to the monitoring room. I’d wanted to try to boost Izuku’s confidence, but we were told to go to watch, and I can’t really argue with my uncle, so…

Here I am. The ‘villains’ had five minutes to set themselves up before the ‘heroes’ were set loose. I swallow. This would not end well, I could tell.

The worst part was that I couldn’t hear anything. From what I could tell, Izuku and Ochaco are studying a map of the building in silence and Tenya and Katsuki are searching for the weapon, Katsuki looking pissed and Tenya looking thoughtful, probably planing what they’d do as the ‘villains’ in this training. I really wish there was audio. It’d prove more helpful for grading, right? Toshin-Oji has an earpiece I noticed him putting in, but still. The class would go better if we could all hear, wouldn’t it? “You okay?” The question catches me off-guard. “You’re practically shrunk into yourself.” It was the boy with the tail, Mashirao. He was looking at me with concern. I straighten, smiling nervously.

“I just don’t think this will go well. Izuku and Katsuki don’t seem to have a good relationship. I noticed they had the same school uniform when Izuku and I involved ourselves in that sludge villain situation, and they seem to know each other enough to have a nickname or an insult they use instead of their names, but...Katsuki hates Izuku for some reason. Especially since Izuku’s ball throw.” I pointed out who I meant on the screen since most people don’t use first names this soon after meeting people. I only did it as a friendly gesture, but most people don’t. Mashirao nods.

“I forgot you were involved with that. I noticed the animosity, too, though. I just hope Bakugo can remember this is only a training game.” I bite my lip.

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Alright, let’s begin the indoor combat training!” All Might exclaims. “Team A and Team D, your time starts now!” Instantly, the heroes were on the move, climbing the fire escape to get in unnoticed on the second floor. Smart. “Pay attention, kids.” All Might continues. “Think about what you would do.” I tilt my head, thinking. I’d probably try to find the villains using the Earth Quirk, but it wouldn’t provide the best or most reliable information, cus earth isn’t really what the building’s made of. It makes things blurry, but I could at least get a ballpark range to go on before moving.

Izuku and Ochaco move through the floor as quietly as possible, Izuku leading and scanning around corners before moving. Good plan. There are tons of blind spots indoors. An ambush was totally possible indoors.

...And apparently something Katsuki would do! He leaps out around a corner and Izuku barely has time to grab Ochaco and dodge an explosion. As the smoke clears, everyone in the monitoring room is stunned. “A sneak attack, Bakugo?!” Eijiro growls, pounding his fists together angrily as though Katsuki could hear him. “What kinda man pulls cheap crap like that?!” I shug, but Toshin-Oji beats me to replying.

“It’s a viable strategy.” He says. “It’s playing the part; acting like a true villain would.”

“It didn’t work.” Mina points out excitedly. “Midoriya dodged him!” Izuku was half-standing now, positioned protectively in front of Ochaco. However, he’s shaking in terror as he gets into a fighting position, telling Katsuki something.

Probably something to the effect of ‘I’m not backing down and you can’t make me’ or something.

“Look, there he goes!” the boy with a black streak in his blonde hair cries. I look and see Katsuki racing toward Izuku, yelling by the looks of it, drawing his fist back to attack. I gulp. Can Izuku keep dodging? Or will Katsuki get a hit in?

Whoa! Izuku caught Katsuki’s grenade-looking gauntlet?! Izuku then pivots and throws Katsuki over his shoulder, slamming him as hard as possible onto the ground. A round of shocked gasps ring the group. “Yeah! Go Izuku go!” I cheer. Eijiro smiles.

“That was pretty hardcore. Standing and fighting even though you’re scared is pretty manly.” I nod.

“And heroic.” I add. Katsuki is roaring at Izuku, creating tiny threatening explosions in his palms as he yells.

But, before Katsuki can go anything, he taps his ear and growls while looking down like someone does when talking on the phone.

Do Katsuki and Tenya have an earpiece, as well? Looks like it, given that Tenya has his hand over his ear, as well. Then gets pissed all of a sudden as Katsuki turns back to Izuku. “Hey, who’s Bakugo talking to?” Eijiro asks. “I’m not hearing anything. Can we get any sound with this video?” All Might turns to Eijiro.

“He’s got a radio in his ear so he can talk to his partner. I gave it to him before the match started, along with a map of the building. Also, this.” He holds up a small roll of white tape. “A roll of ‘capture tape’.” He explains. “Wrapping this around your opponent means you’ve apprehended them and they’re out for the rest of the game.” Mina tilts her head.

“Wait, so there’s a fifteen minute time limit, and the heroes have no idea what floor the nuclear weapon is hidden on, right?”

“Correct.” Toshin-Oji replies.

“Then the heroes are clearly at a disadvantage here. A big one.” She points out. I have to agree with her, but...at the same time, there’s situations like this virtually everyday. Heroes have to gather information and react quickly in unknown territory and against unknown assailants. Part of being a hero is deducing and acting on those deductions very quickly. Toshin-Oji smiles at her.

“Real pros have to outwit villains on a day-to-day basis.” He counters. “That’s life; even when the odds aren’t in our favor, we fight!” I raise a fist.

“Yeah!”

“All together now!” All Might calls and I know what he’s about to say and join in the group in crying out ‘That’s going Plus Ultra!’

“Monsieur, he’s on the move.” Another blonde boy with a suit of armor and red sunglass-type things on his face points out. Katsuki was the one on the move, leaping at Izuku and kicking at him. Izuku manages to block the kick with his forearm, yelling something and Ochaco leaves. Izuku then moves and I see the capture tape wrapped around Katsuki’s ankle. Katsuki then punches at Izuku again, powering it with an explosion. Izuku seems to have planned for that somehow and dodges again.

“Whoa, this guy’s really good.” A brown-haired boy with a tan suit on muses. The kid beside him, wearing a tape-dispenser themed suit, by the look of it, nods.

“Yeah! He’s holding his own and he hasn’t even used his Quirk yet!” Izuku then decides to run as Katsuki prepares to launch at Izuku again. Katsuki seems surprised, yelling and chasing after him. I scoff.

“Bad choice, Katsuki.” I muse. “He’s forgotten all about Ochaco, which leaves Tenya to handle her.”

“Yes, but young Iida seems to be handing things fine on his own.” Toshin-Oji points out. Curious, I look over to the camera where the weapon is and flinch. Toshin-Oji was right.

Tenya’s moving everything that Ochacho could use to float and attack with. Danggit! I mean, really smart move, anticipating his opponent’s strategy similar to what Izuku’s doing with Katsuki, but I can’t help rooting for Ochaco. She’s a nice girl and I’d hate to see her upset. I then look back and see Katsuki getting increasingly pissed, those small explosions in his palms flashing again.

“That guy has some serious anger issues. Kinda scary…” The black-streaked blonde boy murmurs, a touch of fear in his voice.

“Yeah. He thinks he’s the top and that everyone’s out to get him.” I add. “He’s pissed at anything that even might hint at challenging his inflated ego. And with Izuku starting to fight back, that’s adding fire to Katsuki’s rage.”

“Very insightful, young Yamada.” All Might muses, giving me a thumbs up. I grin and nod back. I wasn’t mad he was using my last name; I didn’t need the attention All Might using my first name might generate.

I tear my eyes away from Katsuki’s pursuit and Izuku’s evasion to see that Ochaco has arrived at the weapon room. Tenya looks deep in thought again. I wonder if he’s saying something. With that helmet on, I can’t tell. Suddenly, Ochaco laughs and Tenya turns, pointing at her. She flinches.

“Well, that was weird. I wonder why Ochaco laughed?” I ponder aloud.

“Tenya tends to take things too seriously.” The green-haired girl replies. “He’s probably doing the same here and Ochaco found that funny somehow.” I nod.

“That’s probably it.” I muse. Tenya gestures to the empty room, probably overdramatically rambling about his advantage, now that he was a ‘villain’. Suddenly, a flash on a lower screen distracts me. I look down and gasp.

Katsuki’s found Izuku, and is just standing there. “Wait...his gauntlet flashed.” I point out. “What does that mean?” I ask rhetorically. Izuku looks confused, too, as Katsuki talks, for the first time not looking like he’s yelling. Katsuki extends his arm, smirking confidently and Izuku flinches. Katsuki then cocks the arm of the grenade back, revealing a pin. My eyes go wide. Suddenly, I realize what’s happening. I’ve been wondered how the explosions worked, and figured it must have to do with something in his body, like sweat. So...if he wears those gauntlets...theoretically, they could store his sweat and- -“Stop the fight!” I exclaim. “Katsuki’s gonna level the whole floor!”

“What do you mean?” Eijiro asks. “How do you know?” Panicking, I gesture to the gauntlet.

“I was thinking about how Katsuki’s Quirk works. And I think those gauntlets store whatever fuels those explosions! Those gauntlets are literal grenades!” All Might nods, but doesn’t say anything. “Please, All Might! Stop this right now before someone gets hurt!” I cry as Katsuki grips the pin.

“Young Bakugo, don’t do it!” Toshin-Oji suddenly roars. “You’ll kill him!” I feel my heart skip as Bakugo continues pulling the pin, yelling something in reply. I cry out in shock as Izuku is blasted back down the hall and into a room, the hall decimated.

“Izuku!” I scream. This was insane! “All Might, stop the fight! Katsuki isn’t going to stop if you don’t make him!” All Might just stands there! What is he doing?!

“This is nuts!” Eijiro exclaims as the ground shakes with the force of the blast. I search every screen desperately for Izuku, but can’t see him through the smoke.

“Come in! Come in, Midoriya!” All Might cries, searching the screens, too. As I look, I see Ochaco taking advantage of Tenya’s confusion to try to grab the weapon, using her Quirk on herself. However, Tenya reacts quickly and moves the weapon to the other side of the room. I then look for Izuku again and see him cowering on the ground with some relatively minor burns, all things considered, as Katsuki emerges from the smoke like a predator who has his prey right where he wants him. Izuku taps his ear and seems to ask Ochaco a question, probably asking her status. Katsuki flinches, eye twitching in irritation at being ignored.

Good. Maybe if he’s blinded by anger, Izuku can capture him and help Ochaco. “Sir, isn’t this getting out of hand?” Eijiro asks, pointing to the wrecked hall and Katsuki’s intimidating figure. “That Bakuo’s acting real crazy!”

“Yeah.” I agree. “You should stop the fight before Izuku gets killed!” All Might doesn’t react, eyes glued to the rivals who were preparing to fight.

“Bakugo’s gonna kill him!” Eijiro presses worriedly, watching Katsuki’s eyes go wild with rage.

“Not so.” All Might says after a second. I flinch.

“What are you talking about?!” I exclaim, forgetting momentarily that he was my teacher, not my kind-of uncle. “Katsuki is after blood! Specifically Izuku’s!” All Might shakes his head.

“Bakugo’s posturing fiercely, but he doesn’t intend to kill young Midoriya.” He explains.

“How do you know that?” I ask, but All Might raises his microphone.

“Bakugo, use that stored up power again, and I’ll stop this fight; your team will lose.” He warns sternly. Katsuki’s eye twitches and he looks madder than ever. “To employ such a strong attack indoors is to invite the destruction of the stronghold you’re supposed to be protecting. That’s a poor strategy!” He scolds. “Whether you’re a hero or a villain! The penalty will be a massive loss of points.” Katsuki releases a huge scream and races toward Izuku, leaping up to attack from above. At least he’s only allowed hand-to-hand now. Izuku might have a chance. However, Katsuki changes course mid-air with an explosion and blasts Izuku’s back. I hiss in sympathy. That had to hurt!

“What was that move?!” Eijiro growls, watching as Izuku stumbled, eyes scrunched in pain, back raw and steaming from the blast.

“He doesn’t come off as a guy with a strategy,” A boy with white hair, half covered in ice and wearing a white jumpsuit points out, eyes narrowed in thought. “but he’s actually quite intelligent.” I frown. I hated to admit, even to myself, but...that guy had a point. That move took skill and practice.

Just how long has Katsuki been preparing to beat the shit outta people?!

“What’re you talking about?” Eijiro asks. I tilt my head, arms crossed.

“I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Mid-air course changes are tricky to calculate.”

“Precisely.” Momo joins in. “He had to calculate the physics and demonstrate complete control over his Quirk. It requires an extreme amount of precision.” The ice-boy nods.

“He changed his trajectory mid-air using a blast that doubled as a smoke screen.” I gulp.

“That Katsuki really goes all out, huh?” I mumble, drawing out a small chocolate and unwrapping it before popping it in my mouth. I wanted to keep my blood sugar up for my fight, whenever that will be.

“Yeah, and he’s uber talented, to boot.” The blonde kid with the black streak adds, groaning. “I hate it.” I shrug.

“It is what it is.” I reply around the half-melted chocolate. “No sense getting bent out of shape about it.” I then gasp in shock as Katsuki smashes his right arm into Izuku’s burnt back. Izuku screams in agony as Katsuki then grabs Izuku’s arm and performing the same move Izuku had used, but powered by an explosion. I put my hand over my mouth as Izuku bounces a little off the floor with the force he’d been slammed with. Dear god, how long is this gonna go on before All Might stops this?! Katsuki is testing the boundaries. If Toshin-Oji doesn’t establish them soon, Izuku is literally toast.

“This is hard to watch.” Mina moans, biting her lip. “All he has to do is wrap tape around him, not kill him!” I nod, swallowing.

“Y-yeah...All Might, you should put a stop to this. Katsuki won’t stop attacking until you do.” I point out. “Please.” He doesn’t turn, eyes riveted to the fight.

“That Bakugo is certainly acting like a villain.” I turn to see a boy with a crow’s head glaring at the screen as he speaks.

“I thought Midoriya was pretty amazing at the start of the fight, but he’s completely outmatched in terms of combat power.” It’s the black-streaked-blonde kid again. I frown.

“Not really.” I reply, shaking my head and sighing. “Think about it; Izuku’s Quirk damages his body, so Izuku can’t use it very flippantly, like Katsuki seems to be doing. Izuku has to make every shot count cus there’s a steep price for every one.” I nod toward the screen. “When Izuku does use his Quirk, he’ll win, but it won’t be pretty.” The boy shrugs.

“Well, Bakugo still seems like a natural at all this stuff. Midoriya might not even get a chance to use his Quirk.” I gulp.

“Let’s hope Izuku thinks of something. And fast.” I mumble, biting my lip. Izuku manages to get away, practically crawling after Katsuki’s onslaught. “Get out of there til you think of something.” I urge him, even though Izuku can’t hear me.

“He’s running away?” Mina asks.

“Not very manly, but he doesn’t have a choice.” Eijiro points out. “He’s outgunned, unless he’s got some kind of plan.” I nod.

“Knowing Izuku, he definitely has a plan. Or, at least, the beginnings of one…” Izuku goes to a window and braces as Katsuki stomps toward him. I swallow. Izuku ducks his head, probably telling Katsuki something before glaring up at his oppressor. I really wish there was some audio to this...ugh.

Suddenly, the boys rush each other, that strange glow from the ball throw back in Izuku’s arm and Katsuki’s hand prepping for a blast.

“What’re they doing?!” I screech. “Izuku, no!”

“They’re gonna kill each other!” Eijiro exclaims worriedly. “Sir!”

“You have to stop the fight!” I add. “What are you waiting for?!” All Might hesitates. “Sensei!” I bark.

“Both of you, stop!” He roars, but neither do, then All Might’s eyes suddenly snap to the camera with Ochaco and Tenya. Ochaco grabs a pillar, eyes hard in determination. Izuku’s arm then shifts to punch straight up instead of attacking, meaning only his other arm was protecting him from burning alive!

“Izuku!” I scream again, but I can’t look away. Suddenly, as the building trembles and splinters at Izuku’s raw power, I realize what Izuku’s plan was; break the building to give Oachaco something to attack Tenya with in order to retrieve the weapon. She succeeds and the heroes win. Katsuki glares up at the hole in the ceiling, screaming something at Izuku, who responds, wobbling on his feet before falling over. Whatever Izuku said had shaken Katsuki, who stands there, trembling and staring at nothing.

“You...you did it.” All Might breathes into the mic moments later. He then regains his composure. “The hero team...wins!” I gulp. Izuku was passed out on the ground and Ochaco looked ready to hurl.

Yeah...they won, but...was it worth the cost? Victory at this steep a price...almost isn’t worth having.

“What a weird way for this to end.” The blonde who’d been the most vocal muses, frowning. “The losers are practically untouched, but the winners are both on the ground.” I gulp. All Might took our distraction at the conclusion to the fight to slip out.

“I guess victory doesn’t always come easy, but this is ridiculous!” I snap, getting angry at All Might for not preventing Katsuki going as far as he had and at Katsuki for being too wrapped up in his anger at Izuku to hold back for the sake of their training. However, I have to bite my tongue. This wasn’t the place for me to express my anger at my uncle without raising suspicions.

“Yes. But, how does that old saying go? ‘They may have lost the battle, but they won the war’.” The boy with the bird head muses, eyes closed grimly.

“This class is intense.” The green-haired girl moans, eyes wide. I growl.

“It shouldn’t be. This is a training exercise. A damn game!” I decide to make it sound like I was only mad at Katsuki. “But no! Katsuki had to go too far and lose sight of that fact!”

“Whoa, Yamada, cool it.” The verbal blonde says, eyeing me worriedly.

“Don’t.” I reply tersely, then take a deep breath. I didn’t need to make enemies today. “Sorry. The name’s Takara, please, and Katsuki just hurt my friend. I can’t ‘cool it’ right now.” The boy chuckles.

“Okay, then. My name’s Kaminari, but I guess you can call me Denki, since you want me to use your first name.” Denki then winks at me. I smirk.

“Whatever you say, Kaminari.” I tease, feeling a little better. Denki flinches like I’d hit him.

“Aw, c’mon!” I then wink at him and chuckle before walking away to stand by the boxes for drawing lots for the next two teams. All Might approaches soon with Katsuki sulking in after him. A minute later, Ochaco and Tenya line up beside Katsuki, facing the class. Seeing the guy who hurt my friend right in front of me made something in me snap.

“Oi! Katsuki!” I growl, stalking over to him. “What the hell were you thinking?!” I snap, shoving him. “You could have killed Izuku, you know that?! You weren’t a hero out there! You were literally a villain! A spoiled brat who can’t accept a challenge! You need to get a grip or so help me, you’ll be the next one in the nurse’s office!” He just...stands there, trembling. Was he...was he seriously this upset? I take a half-step back. What was going through his head?

“Back. Off.” He growls. I decide it isn’t worth pressing him, so I glare at him as I move back to pay attention to what All Might was about to say.

“Don’t throw a tantrum like that again and I won’t have to get in your face.” I call over my shoulder, arms crossed and eyes fixed on Toshin-Oji. No one seems to want to reply directly to the scene I’d caused.

Truth be told, it was stupid of me to confront Katsuki, but...it felt kinda good to vent some of that rage building inside me.

And yet...it wasn’t very satisfying, either. Katsuki hadn’t responded. He’d just told me to back off. And he was still right where I’d left him, shaking. I didn’t know what emotion was going through his head, but I knew it wasn’t good.

In a way...I kinda almost feel a bit bad for him. He seems like the kinda kid that’s grown up hearing how flashy and powerful his Quirk is, and how he’ll be an awesome hero one day, working hard to prove them right and steamrolling anyone who doubted him in his aggressive, cocky way.

But now, with Izuku previously being Quirkless (thus, probably a weakling in Katsuki’s eyes), but ‘suddenly getting a Quirk’ and then winning against Katsuki, to boot, it probably whacked the guy real hard.

I had to talk to him after class. This kid definitely had issues. A lot of them.

And Lord knows those people are the ones I can’t resist at least attempting to help.

Let’s just hope I make it out alive.

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nctsukashii-archive-blog · 5 years

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Unpopular character you love? (not hoshi)

The saltiest cracker you know is me, Bepsi!23. Unpopular character you love?

Ah SHOOT. YOU TOOK MY EASY ANSWER. JERK ! Meanie !!! U big pizza slice !

aababbaa but! I do have one I really wanna talk about!Under the cut you see, for I ramble a lot.

- Hifumi !

I love him man.There’s so much about his character that’s so relatable and lovable to me. I think that’s why DR1′s amazing theme of “don’t judge a book by it’s cover” really comes on in with him. On the outside he looks like as one would expect of a gross anime fan. Fat, not attractive, pretty gonk-y, speaks all fuckin over the top like an anime, so on and so forth. But it’s when you learn about him that really makes him super fucking amazing.His past is like, something that I can relate to myself in a bit. As someone that ‘became a bully to stop the bullying’ and stopped when he could like… find enjoyment and fun in an anime character and put all of his effort into that instead. He’s drawing because he shows appreciation for her, and that’s super sweet. And quick tangent before I continue, but “he only makes hentai” is a bad argument. Like, he does and I ain’t gunna vouch that he doesn’t but lots of people do. What’s wrong with it? Like, is it a crime to make that stuff??? Clearly not if Doujin creators are a big deal in Japan, able to have hour long lines at their stands at conventions, with people willing to purchase their merch with devoted fans. Like, ppl are so quick to demonize sexuality it’s CRAZY.

Anyways, back on topic. He’s got a great personality. He’s like, a bit of a stuck up jackass when ya first see him, but it’s the later interactions that just really sell it for me. He’s got some of the FUNNIEST lines in my opinion, between saying that his punches towards Ishida will go faster b/c he has no arm hair so there’ll be less wind resistance, or his numerous anime and videogame quips (”rebooting my devices; please stand by”, “You haven’t reached that point in our friendship! You don’t have enough friendship points to be asking those questions!”, “If he tries that (in context it’s mondo going to attack monokuma) Oowada Mondo-dono’s health will go to zero!”, “the whole anime plotline for the first episode outside the trash room”, for a few) are all just absolutely stellar to me. He’s unabashedly awkward because he’s just so confident in himself and what he loves, and it makes me happy to see him so enthusiastic!

Speakin of that, let’s go more into it!!He’s so passionate about himself, and just has a gay ol time doing everything. It’s absolutely amazing honestly. His speaking is just so energetic! He’s so happy to do what he does as an artist and I absolutely love it! It’s almost inspirational, that he can be so unabashedly confident and happy about his skill, and it shows just how much love he puts into his art. And real talk here, but Hifumi isn’t even that much of an asshole. Like, people make him out to be some kinda monster, when that’s absolutely not the case. “he killed Ishimaru though!” yeah, because Celes lied and said that Ishimaru sexually assaulted her, took what would be at that point Hifumi’s close friend, and said Ishimaru planned to kill him and probably everyone else. Like, murder is still wrong, but he didn’t do it because “oh celes asked me to”. He did it for his sense of justice- in that he hated to see someone like Celes be hurt. : / don’t diss my dude for tryin to protect a friend yo. His spats with people are less mean spirited and just more fun and lightheared dickery. Like, when you crack shit with your friends. He picks fights, but it’s never out of malicious intent. It’s like having a good time or trying to lighten the atmosphere, albeit in his own goofy anime way.Even in Chapter 2, the spat he has with Fukawa in the library over literature and doujin isn’t as aggressive as it prolly should be. He takes most insults with stride (unless they insult the 2-D works of course!!) and it feels a lot more like a cliche anime rivalry (esp. when he says shit like “you are my ARCH NEMESIS, I can’t make you tea!” when Fukawa asks why he only made some for Celes). At least, that’s what Yamada thinks.

He’s confident, which a lot of people always like to assume makes someone a dick or feature it as a negative trait rather than a positive one, when it can go both ways. Hifumi being able to have such high standards that he openly admits to not reading other people’s works because he can just write a story he wants to see himself can be considered narcissistic, but having the confidence to sell his works starting from high school (prolly when they were more pg and ‘fade to black’) and get over 10,000 copies sold is something to be proud of and I’m glad that he is! It’s a stigma that artists have to hate themselves, or suffer for their work, but I disagree. When an artist is healthiest and happiest in their mind, that’s when they make the best work. Vincent Van Gogh made the Starry Night when he was in a hospital getting better for his depression and mental relapses after all. Hifumi’s not fit, and he definitely has some areas where people would consider him unhealthy such as his eating habits and whatnot, but he also focuses on being happy and being himself as a first priority. He eats because he enjoys it, and remembers to have all his meals. He does what he likes without actively hurting others, because he just enjoys doing it, and he loves to promote his favorite anime character. He’s a dorky geek that says shit like “swag” and fuckin says “i forget not everyone is as savvy as I am” which is just so fucking amazing to me it’s both hilarious and fun.

Also haha, the fact that he’s making Doujin from a character who’s overweight is kinda nice to me, because she’s not a “conventionally attractive” anime girl with big titties and a small stomach; she’s chubby and different, and I think that’s nice to show what Hifumi’s interests are as well as what anime really means to him. It’s not just about getting his rocks off, it’s about the fun and enjoyment and the feelings that anime can give you and what your mind can do. It’s why he had a dream about going on a date with a magical girl, the kinds of characters who inspire friendship and happiness, for fucks sake. When he was lonely and had no friends and became a bully to counteract the way people treated him, he found something that would be there for him, and he wanted to support it ever since. Which is a powerful and very overall positive message to give people.

But he has great messages too. Messages about being able to be yourself and have fun, no matter how “dorky” or “lame” your interest might be to others. He encourages people to have fun in their own ways, even if he wants to promote Princess Piggles, with lines such as “what might be boring to me might be another persons moespiration! With that in mind, look for your own!” and “In a sense, a geek is like an expert. That’s right, a total expert! A successful musician must necessarily be a music geek, a good movie director is a movie geek. You see? It’s those experts, those geeks who open up the world to others!”. It’s positive and nice, and it forms who he is as a person.

No one’s perfect, and neither is he, but he’s pretty damn good. And I’ll defend him with every fiber of my being for just how real he feels.

I personally believe it’s because this fandom has a definite bias against male characters that aren’t distinctly attractive, as you can see Hoshi gets ignored quite a lot compared to all of the other males (even being the ONLY male left out of the halloween drawing!! Let alone he gets left out of most fan merch.) and he’s honestly one of the most down to earth and downright cool dudes in DR. I don’t want to change either of them, because I think their looks only make it better for their backstories and who they are as characters! So even if Hifumi gets like no fanart, and Hoshi struggles with getting new content, I’d rather have them the same way they are now, rather than make them attractive. Because I think that the way they are, only makes them better.

And that’s my short version essay on why I think Hifumi’s super rad and more people should give him a chance. Of course he’s a very hit or miss kinda person with his comedy, but if Tsumugi’s obscure anime references were fun for you, then Hifumi’s really good too! ^p^b

#reciprocation :: response #negative tw #//just gunna tag all these w/ that catch all #//BUT !#//please read my shortened essay I spent a lot of time on it.#blindedhope #parchments :: inbox

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Takara Yamada’s Hero Academia Bonus Chapter 1 [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

So! I read This post by @bnha-imagines-grill and (of COURSE!) my brain went full fanfic and out come this. I am so sorry, BNHA-Imagines-Grill! If you want, I will delete this! I just couldn’t help it!! Also tagging @elite-guard-hardygal cus I wanna surprise you for a change, lolz.

Also, @dailyojiromashirao is the BIGGEST sweetheart ever and I love them so much!! My phone was being stupid last night when I posted this, and I forgot to tag you then, and it wouldn’t save it when I went back and tried, so not I’m doing it on my laptop.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and feel free to send an ask with requests for more Bonus Chapters! I’d love to try it out! Now, onto the story!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

(Wowie is that a huge GIF I picked. Sorry!)

It was an accident, really.

I should have known not to get so careless while trying to dance as I practiced making shapes with my Quirk. But here I was, having a lot of fun and getting careless.

It was really fun, but I’d danced too close to the table and broke a cup, luckily full of water, so it was easy to clean up the spilled liquid. I am panic-stricken as the seconds tick by before scrambling to scoop the pieces up.

In my haste, I got a decent-sized chunk of glass rammed into my hand. I somehow keep my outburst to an extremely loud hiss. It hurt!!

Blood started seeping out of the gash and onto the floor, where I tried to mop it up with a nearby hand towel, but ended up accidentally jostling the shard and causing both another loud hiss and more blood on the floor. I just sink to the floor and sob, the pain ramping up as the tiny puddle of blood grows.

Suddenly, I’m being picked up and carried to the sink, and I was so focused on my pain and the panic of having broken something not two weeks into my stay with the Yamadas that I didn’t realize just who it was at first.

Mr. Yamada himself; he’d stayed home again to watch me. He’d been so nice to me. He’s gonna be so mad I broke his cup! I mean, he hadn’t said it outright, but I was most likely not allowed to use my Quirk indoors, right? Like at the orphanage? So I was in even more trouble for that! I sat there as he put my hand under warm water, silent (a rare thing where he’s concerned.) and thoughtful. “Are you okay?” He asks. “Gashes can be serious and pretty scary.” I blink. What?

“I...yeah...but...I…” He smiles, adding a little soap to the gash and gently rubbing it in. I grimace, hissing in pain. Maybe this was my punishment; having the wound cleaned with soap.

“You what?” Hizashi coaxes, wrapping gauze on it after attaching butterfly stitches to keep it closed. “That’ll do for now.” He notes, smiling. This was weird. He should be mad. I broke the rules! “It should last for a while, but I’ll change it before you go to bed, okay?” I nod, unable to speak, let alone look him in the eye.

“I broke the glass!” I squeak suddenly, forcing myself to own up to my mistake. Maybe he’d go easier if I confess... “I didn’t mean to, Mr. Yamada! Honest! I was just playing, and I was using my Quirk and I’m so sorry! I know I was bad and- -” I break off and hiccup and wipe my eyes as more tears flow, “and I know I shouldn’t have used my Quirk and I’m really really sorry, Mr Yamada! I promise I won’t do it ever again!” I was so terrified of being kicked out or punished, I could only sit there, quacking. Mr. Yamada can only stare at me for several seconds.

Probably deciding the best punishment.

When he reaches out, I instinctively flinch away before halting. I had to accept my punishment, after all.. He gently draws me into his lap and I am stunned to see tears going down his cheeks. Were they mad tears? Was he upset cus I happened to break a glass that meant a lot to him? I sit in his lap, stunned, then he draws me in for a tight hug. “You dear, sweet, sweet child.” He whimpers into my hair. “Never, ever promise not to use your Quirk again, okay?” He continues, drawing back to grip my chin softly in his fingers, making me look at him. He looks so serious and sad. I wonder why. “Takara, please listen to me very carefully; never be afraid to use your Quirk, inside, outside, or even for amusement. I am not, nor will I ever be, mad at you, I promise. Let’s clean the glass up together, though, okay?” I can only nod, sniffling and following him. Luckily, it was a hardwood floor, so it was a simple matter of moving the water to the sink and holding the dustpan on my end (after Mr. Yamada carried me to my room to grab my pair of flip-flops; he had weird banana slippers on) as Mr. Yamada swept the glass into it, then grabbed a cereal box. “When cleaning up glass, it’s important to be very careful and very thorough, okay? Or you’ll end up with gashes on your hand and glass on the floor.” He smiles, nudging my side as he closes up the box and puts it in the trash can. I nod, squirming a little in guilt. But, I guess, if teasing was my only punishment, I could take it. “There. You always put the broken glass in a box or other container, alright? That way, it doesn’t destroy the trash bag.” He opens his arms again and I am still so relieved he wasn’t mad that I run into his arms. “Tik-Tak, you know I love you, right?” He’d said it a few times, but don’t adults usually say that to kids that are with them? That they’re watching? I nod. He seemed to really mean it...and he said I could call him by a different name...

“I love you, too...Otōsan.” I reply slowly. It was true. I did really like living with them and Mr. Yamada was super nice! Plus, he had said that I could call him Otōsan, so it must be okay, right?

Of course, Mrs. Yamada was amazing, too, but she wasn’t here. I’d have to tell her I love her when she gets back, maybe even finally call her Kāsan. Mr. Yamada grins in utter happiness and hugs me tight, wiggling in elation on the ground.

“Awww, Tik-Tak!” He squeals, then ruffles my hair. “Thanks. Now, how about you show me what you were doing? I wanna see!” I blush and stammer as I try to think of a reason not to. It was just some stupid dancing with water! It wasn’t important or interesting! But...the look on Otōsan’s face was too much and I eventually nod. I then turn the faucet on just enough to get water and begin. I make different shapes and twirl and dance, finding that joy from before I broke the glass again. He claps and watches me, laughing. I laugh, too, surprised when Otōsan joins me.

We dance together for a while before Otōsan suggests dinner.

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Kāsan arrives later that night, when I’m supposed to be going to bed. However, I’d told myself that I’d tell her myself about the glass and how Otōsan handled it, letting her decide what to do now. So I walk out.

“-ta, I just...she looked so scared! It was just a stupid glass, but she was convinced that she was in a lot of trouble, and when she told me she didn’t think she was allowed to use her Quirk, I froze up! I’d been in that position too many times when I was her age, and, seeing it repeated, in our kid to boot, I just- -I just froze and she sat there shaking! She was so sure I was going to- -I’m not sure what she thought I was going to do, so I just hugged her and made her promise not to be afraid of using her Quirk ever again. I promised her I wouldn’t get mad.” I tentatively peek around the corner, scared of being noticed, but curious. I see Kāsan hugging Otōsan, rubbing his back.

“Hizashi, you can’t blame yourself. The girl lost her parents, and I saw the way that orphanage was run; the children were left to themselves under a few stricts rules, mainly against using their Quirks inside, but they weren’t supposed to use them in general. It was part of the reason why I was so eager to get her out of there.”

“I hated that look on her face! I hated that I made her look that way!” Otōsan sobs, clinging tighter to Kāsan’s shirt. Kāsan continues rubbing her back. I just stood there, stunned. Otōsan felt like he was responsible for the way I reacted? How was he to blame?!

“Love, it wasn’t you.” Kāsan insists. “It was the idiots running the orphanage. They don’t know the first thing about raising super-powered children, despite all the research done on the subject. Hizashi, you didn’t do this. Idiots did.” I can’t just watch and listen anymore and decide to come out, tears welling in my eyes.

“Otōsan…” I whimper, wiping my eyes and sniffling. “It wasn’t you!” I insist. “I just...I saw what happened to kids that broke the rules at the orphanage. They...they were locked in a closet and left there! If it was really bad, they were put in a different orphanage. I didn’t mean to make you sad!” I sob and run to give him a hug. He’s stunned.

“Wh-what are you doing up, Musume?” He asks softly, wrapping his arms around me instinctively.

“I wanted to talk to Kāsan, and I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but…” I squeeze him. “I didn’t want you to feel bad anymore!” Otōsan hugs me back. If I had looked, I would have seen a rare full smile on Kāsan’s face.

“Your parents were right to name you ‘treasure’, Musume.” He murmurs, choking up with emotion. I giggle.

“Otōsan, you’re being silly.” I tease. Kāsan comes over and joins in the hug.

“No, he’s right, Musume.” She says, chuckling. “Please, tell us if you feel like you can’t use your Quirk again. It isn’t true at all. At least, not in or around the house. At school, you have to obey their rules, but Hizashi and I want to help you with your Quirk. You’ve got very impressive control so far, and we can help you grow even stronger! How about it?” I nod eagerly.

“That sounds perfect!” And from that day on, it was Quirk training in the evenings after dinner, followed by a bit of TV time, then bedtime. I went to bed every night tired, but very happy that my new parents loved me and were helping me advance my Quirk.

It was a great new life I had. I wouldn’t trade it for the world!

#Fanfiction #MHA #BNHA #OC #Original Character #Original Female Character #Hixashi Yamada #Female!Shota Aizawa #Female!Shota/Hizashi #Present Mic #Eraserhead #Takara Yamada (OC)#Bonus Chapter

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