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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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I can't even begin to describe the ask I received so I'm just going to leave screenshots😅😅

Also in the new mha season, I thought Tsu was being petty when she called Mineta Grape-Juice and Shoji Tentacle. But nope, those are their hero names.

Side note: I feel like when Mineta gets old and knows how to work his quirk better, he'll be able to control if they stick or not.

Slight racism, usual smut.

NOT PROOF READ SO LET ME KNOW IF U SEE SOMETHING

If you imagine Mineta as in the picture above and with a mature voice, this is more enjoyable. Or you can imagine someone else entirely.. Cause even as someone who's tolerant to Mineta I can't imagine him getting any hoes much less smashing (at least not on top). It would be like watching a chiwawa top a mastiff.

"This is some bullshit." You shuffle through various papers on your desk, each containing the receipts of Pro-Hero Grapejuice's celebratory purchases. Most of it was random appliances that could in no way be used on a day-to-day basis, but there were others….a shiver goes down your spine, there were others that were just downright perverted. "What even is a nub tickler?"

Being an accountant was something you were good at, the numbers came easy and it was interesting to see the income and ways of business that different people in power displayed. Planning meetings and getting the occasional phone call made everything a breeze, but it wasn't what you wanted to do. Or in better words, this was not whom you wanted to work for. Even being number 6 causes the workload to be higher than should be physically possible in the hero world. That's one of the reasons you never gave praise to the rankings because no matter how low in the chain, a hero’s work is always taxing.

Shifting in your seat you look at the analog clock on your desk. 3:45, you were supposed to come to work at 5:30 which means you once again have no time to sleep. Having these late nights had increased 10 fold whenever Mineta went up in rank even by a little. His way of celebrating was spending his money carelessly and leaving you to fix the balance. Though you supposed it may be your fault for never objecting when he barged in your office showing his trinkets as well as leaving his credit card.

"Yeah, it's time to go." You muttered as you read the words, "Dwarf Cow in the left lot of Wisconsin."

The next hour, you take a detour from your office for the first time in months. Heading down the hall you watch the walls go from the pale greys to deep purple and violet splotches splattered along the wall before it inevitably melds into solid purple walls as you get closer to the front door of his office.

Hesitantly you knock on the door and wait until a muffled "Come in." Rings through the thick wood. The room itself was just as flamboyant as the walls leading to it. A beautiful fuchsia carpet on the floor made you realize that calling in your two weeks would have been better than walking into the Willy-Wonka factory that was this office. Various spherical decorations hung from the chandelier, and even something as simple as the legs of his desk was made up of crystal spheres.

The man himself sat perfectly balanced on a large purple ball most likely of his own creation, meanwhile, various children sat around him slipping and sliding on smaller balls in an attempt to copy him. "Ah, here is my beautiful assistant!" The compliment made you cringe as you fiddled with the end of the sleep-wrinkled white blouse you had worn for 2 days straight. "Can we talk sir? It is important." Mineta raised an eyebrow at your formal speech before shrugging.

In an extravagant display of balance, Mineta does a handstand on the ball with one hand before flipping to the other side. "Well kids it's time for me to get done as a hero’s job is never over and blah blah blah the gift shop is giving out free plushies and you can keep your ball." The teacher does her best to usher out her students and the sound of childish screams resound down the hallway even though the door was shut. "How can I help you Y/n?" Mineta offers you his ball to sit on and you reluctantly take the offer as you grate in multiple directions in order to stay afloat.

Mineta watches you with hidden interest as he interlocks his hands underneath his chin. "I didn't know you even knew my name?" Mineta Laughs exposing his annoyingly perfect teeth. It was hard to associate this face to the pictures you see when you search for his early years. "Of course I know your name, I stole your nameplate off your desk 2 months ago." Ah, so that's where it went "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

You sighed, "I would like to put in my two weeks." Mineta goes slack-jawed before composing himself "Why?" Mineta looked at you earnestly, completely confused on why you'd want to abandon your post as his secretary- I mean assistant. "Working for you has become a hassle with your lack of financial maturity." Mineta mock shivers, "Oo big words, me no likey." Mineta hops onto his desk as if he weighed nothing more than paper and squats in front of you, "How about this, you don't quit and instead help me learn how to...how did you say it? Be financially mature." You lean back in your chair unconvinced that he was taking this seriously.

With the final nail ready to be hit, Mineta adds, "How about I give you a raise of 10 percent and a promotion?" You stand up in your chair with an eager grin, "That sounds great!" Mineta smirks to himself but you did not pay any mind to it. "Great, how about we discuss this over food, dinner date?" Your internal celebration screeches to a halt, " Dinner Date-" Mineta looks at you shocked, "Dinner date? Great idea, why didn't I think of it myself!?" A firm hand slides you towards the door as Mineta starts a complimentary speech giving you no room to object, "This is why I need you, you're so smart, I wish I was like you, tomorrow at 11?" You sputter trying to slip past his arms, "11 but I-?!" Mineta loudly gasps again, "There you go doing it again I'm so lucky to have you, tomorrow at 11 my treat!"

The door is shut in your face and the sound of the lock clicking seals your fate. What did you get into?

Cut to 4 years later and you are still not sure of that answer. Simply being bis accountant you had a glimpse of his perverted tendencies, but as his girlfriend, it was further exposed to depths you never could have found yourself imagining. You shuffle papers in the printing room as you do your best to ignore the faint tingling sensation in between your legs. Yet another whim you found yourself following on Mineta’s behalf despite the ever-present fear of being caught. The vibrator comes to life before going back down as quickly as it came. You toss a middle finger to the camera in the top corner of the room knowing he was watching.

"Miss L/n, can I ask you something?" You slap your arm down to your side in embarrassment. I hope he didn't see that. Your coworker walks up to you holding a small stack of papers. "Yes, how can I help you?" The man shows you various forms as he talks, for once you were thankful for Mineta not embarrassing you in front of others. "Oh I see where you went wrong, this right here would be a 20% increase, not 18%." The man applauded you and graciously wrote down your explanation. "Thank you so much, my name is Kaminari by the way."

"Ah hello, Kaminari, and no worries I'm always glad to help!" You turn back as your papers finally scan through but can't help notice Kaminari lingering. "Say Y/n?" You open your mouth to respond only to close it again as the vibratory comes back to life strongly. "Hmmm?!" Kaminari peers at you, your reaction was strange but he couldn't figure out why. "Um, never mind, have a nice day Miss. Y/n, maybe we can get together over coffee or something?” You shrug turning away from Kaminari in fear of your eyes rolling up. The man sways from foot to foot awkwardly before leaving the printing room.

Snapping out of your personal flashback, you look over at your fiance signing autographs for his adoring and objectively feminine fan base. While it was extremely unnerving how unknowingly close they were to your home, you weren't resentful of their gushing.

Your engagement and your overall relationship had not been made public in fear of your personal life being exploited by paparazzi. That doesn't mean, however, the next thing you witness doesn't get your blood boiling.

A girl, no older than maybe 22 waltzes up to Mineta with the confidence of Muhammad Ali in a ring match. Her raven black hair fell flawlessly down her back with not a single split end. Almond eyes decorated with precise coal blink rapidly to draw attention to her seemingly natural eyelashes. With 4 inch wedges. a black halter top, and cuffed jean shorts, it was clear she was someone on a mission. She effortlessly pushes past the nearby fans as they stop to quack at her rivaling beauty. A smirk draws itself with her soft pink lips as she hears people muttering around and about her.

"Wow she's so pretty"

"They would look good together just look at them."

"Ugh, such an attention whore, not giving the rest of us a chance!"

"I bet a 20 she's his type."

"Is she famous?"

The chatter comes to a close as the girl hands Mineta a notebook, "Can you sign right here?" Mineta flips open the book and his eyes widen a fraction before he puts on his heroic voice, "Wow it looks like you got all of Japan's heroes in this book!" The girl smiles as she watches Mineta scratch his signature, "Don't be afraid to leave your number in there too Mr. Minoru." Mineta pauses at the statement for continuing his elaborate handwriting, "I don't think that would be very plus ultra of me so I'm gonna have to pass." Smug pride fills your chest as you watch the annoyance cross the girl's face.

Mineta finishes signing and hands her back her book, she, in turn, forces a small piece of paper in his hand before holding his chin and kissing him. At that moment nothing else mattered but beating that bitches ass as you yanked her black hair and dragged her to the ground. "This ain’t Wattpad bitch get your hands off of him!!" You turn to Mineta making him flinch with a sharp glare as you yank her hair again, hopefully pulling a few strands out. "You just gonna let her kiss you and not do anything!?" Mineta stretched his hands towards you cautiously, "Y/n calm down, if you would have given me a chance I would have settled it-" "No, settle it now!"

Your rage is diminished by the judgmental looks coming from the fans and you realize your brazen display was out of order.

"Who is she"

"I think she's the secretary l, so why is she so mad"

"Delusional just cause you're with him all the time doesn't mean you're together"

"I hope he fires her."

"This is why we shouldn't let them in Japan"

The girl whose hair you have in a chokehold stands up unbalanced before pushing your hands from her hair. Satisfied at the disheveled look of her previously perfect strands, you turn to walk back to Mineta, your anger having been sated, "Black Bitch." You turn around and go charging towards the girl again grinning when she flinches. Your rampage is stopped as Mineta wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, "Sorry for the disturbance, we deeply apologize!"

It's almost comical how your mouth spews vulgarity that would make a sailor blush as Mineta drags you behind your apartment building. He ushers you through the back door leading to the washroom, "I can't believe she'd do that in front of me, and you let her!" Mineta shuts the door quietly, leaning his ear against it to listen out for any lingering fans. You sit on top of a washer still ranting as your blood cools down. "The nerve of some of these people is outrageous, even if she doesn't know about us that is still sexual harassment!"

Mineta doesn't look at you and instead peeks through the blinds lining the washroom windows. "I think they are gone, come on." The two of you sneak out the door and walk at a moderate speed all the way back to your front door. In hindsight, you knew that causing a scene like that was a bold move on your part. If anyone was recording the whole ordeal you knew Mineta’s name and possibly yours would be in the headlines by later this evening.

As the last one entering, you lock the door behind you, forehead scrunched together with apprehension. "Mineta I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I just saw her touching you and saw red." You face away from the door with an earnest look on your face. Mineta has a cheeky look on his face that can only mean trouble. Despite your similar slim build and height, Mineta easily corners you against the door. "I know exactly what got into you." Mineta’s pointer finger taps your nose. "Jealousy."

You sighed, putting your head down nodding, "Yeah, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just-" "shhh." Mineta lips your head back up with a hand under your chin. "It's fine Y/n. It's not like I expected a perfect little cocksleeve like you to be okay with sharing." You stare blinkingly at Mineta. 'Oh, he's in one of those moods huh?' As expected from such a fiend like Mineta, he was quite possibly hard the whole time he was watching you beat that girl's ass, and for some reason that irked you even more. “Mineta I’m being serious.” The words leaving your mouth did not phase Mineta, he holds your hips and pulls you close to him in order for you to feel his bulge.

“Oh come on, after seeing you be so possessive for me, how can you not expect me to be a lil turned on?” Mineta’s hands circle your ass before slapping it, “Made me feel special.” Rolling your eyes you lean into the lingering kisses he begins to leave on your shoulder. His grip tightens as he shuffles you to the nearest surface. “Makes me feel all giddy inside to know that you do this only for me and no one else.” Minoru unbuttons your dress pants and removes your belt, “But doing that in front of all those people was stupid.” A shiver travels up your arms from the feeling of lips caressing your ear. Mineta dips his hand into your cotton panties and immediately draws attention to your clit.

“Look at me, Mineta Minoru with a girl like you that would fight for me. Who would have thought?” You ball your fists on the table, hanging your head low. “You’re not going to make this easy for me are you?” Mineta slips his other hand beneath your blouse to cup your breasts. Short l rub down your slit collecting your slick. The feeling was warm and buzzing just underneath your skin, the bastard was well trained on how to slowly but surely bring your pleasure to its peak and hold you there. Your muscles begin to feel more and more like jelly, you sigh “Oh God..” Mineta pushed his body further on yours, rutting against your body. Up until now, his other hand was simply resting on your skin but once impatience overcame him, he used it to pull down your pants.

“You know this will be in articles tomorrow right?” Two fingers curl inside of you making you squeal, “Y-Yes!” Something hard and slick smacks against your bare ass as Mineta removes the bottom half of his hero costume. “So how are you going to compensate me for what I’ll have to deal with tomorrow?” You turn your head to the back with a small pout on your face, “She shouldn’t have touched you.” Mineta coyly smiles before pressing your head down against the table. “You should have let me handle it.”

Mineta was an average of 5 inches in length with conservative girth. But so far he’s been the only man that really added proof that size doesn’t matter. Mineta pulls away from you and leans down to riffle through his pants. You hear a crisp pop of a cap being opened and a slick splatter is heard afterward. A shaky breath leaves Mineta’s lips as he lubes his cock up. Penetrating is a struggle at first, the longer it takes for him to push it in the more both of you become frustrated until he finally pulls your waist back against himself. “S-So good!” The pleasure causes his childhood lisp to slip through as he waits for you to acclimate to the stretch.

You shift your feet when Mineta refrains from moving. "Tsk, you really don't understand the meaning of patience do you?" Your hands suddenly become cool to the touch as Mineta covers them with medium sized spheres temporarily gluing you to the table. "Mineta this isn't fair! Please just a little bit to the left!" Now having you helpless Mineta puts one hand on your back while stroking the base of his cock. "It's not about being fair, it is about teaching a sneaky brat like you to know their place." Mineta begins to move but it's not right, he needs to go more to the left, "Mineta what are you even talking about!?!"

A sigh leaves Mineta's lips, "Don't think I forgot about that slick shit you tried to pull with Kaminari." Mineta watches your ad shake and bounce everytime your hips meet. Your arms twitch and pull at themselves wanting to find purchase on the flat surface. Groans leave your lips as Mineta comes closer to hitting your spot, "Slick shit?! Y-You're the one that wanted to do that stupid little piano in the first place!" You couldn't see it but Mineta had a deep seated glare on his face. He loops his fingers underneath his yellow scarf and rolls it around long ways.

"I'm really tierd of your mouth. What you think because I let you beat that girl out their I'll let you beat me?" The middle of the scarf is put in your mouth and your head is pulled back by it. Mineta holds both ends of the scarf to slam into your cunt. "Just a greedy little bitch aren't you?" You scream into the cloth as Minetas cock finally hits your spot just right. The constant pulling on the corner of your mouth burned everytime the fabric rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your feet rise to your toes in a fruitless attempt at getting a break from the pleasure. Mineta holds his scarf in one hand and pushes down your waist. "Didnt you want this? Don't run from it now."

Your pussy squelched around his cock the faster he went making you go cross eyed. "Fuck you feel so damn good. The table rattled and scraped across the floor with every thrust. "oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Your nails scraped the table as you closed your fist, had you had claws it would have been a whole different story. You beared down on his cock, trying, begging to feel more inside of your walls as he moved faster. Suddenly your argument fel worth it.

Mineta knew many things about himself. He knew his birthday, he knew where he was in life, and he knew he had come 6 minutes ago and was bordering hysteria as he pumped his overestimated cock into your wet heat. Each drag made years collect in his eyes. Tiny whimpers left his lips and his hands squeezed your sides harder and hard. "So fucking warm. Squeezing down on my dick like that."

He bowed his head and rested on your back, kissing the sweaty skin as he pushed through the painful pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mineta slaps your ass before pulling out and shoving his fingers inside your pussy. "Cum for me, Y/n. That's it cum on my hands." Mineta's fingers were the only thing that never really grew on him. They were relatively short but thick so even three of them were able to stretch your hole the way you needed.

"Y-Yes, right there shit!" Your cum drips down his arm soiling the fabric there as you squint around him, "That's it give it to me." Mineta buried his face in your pussy licking you clean like a man starved. It wasn't until you whined did he stop and pull his fingers out.

Luckily for you, his spheres were just about coming close to their time constraint. You stand up rubbing your wrists and drinking some water Mineta brings you. A snort captures your attention and Mineta holds up his phone, "Not even an hour." Writing in thick bold words read.

"Obsessive Secretary Snaps on Camera!"

You snort, "I'm the obsessive one huh?" It was going to be a long day tomorrow

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franeridart · 4 years

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Anon said: Are you still into krbk? I noticed you haven't draw them a lot recently (I don't mean to pressure you, I was just wondering)

I still very much am!!! but a convergence of unrelated happenings (my focus being unusually scattered, lack of general motivation, them not having interacted much in the manga lately, my having pulled out of the fandom a little for a bunch of reasons, having gotten into a lot of new things I want to make a lot of stuff for ??) had my output of stuff for them/inspiration related to them die down a lot ): I miss them though, I should fill a page with doodles of them one of these days... well, I haven’t drawn much in genereal lately, so maybe let’s start first with fixing that haha

Anon said: Fun Fact : In smash bros ultimate there are spirits with octopath traveler and they're in pairs and guess what ? Alfyn and Therion are together :3

I KNOW!!!!!! It makes me so emo I’m a bundle of feelings they’re soulmates I tell youuuuuuuuuuu ;;A;; (little inconsequential things making me a mess, what’s new xD) - another fun fact is that h’aanit and ophilia share one too!! and I ship them too!! and cyrus and tressa share one as well, and they’re my brother’s mains in his save! A series of delightful little coincidences haha

Anon said: Will you be drawing more Jujutsu Kaisen? I love your art sm and I would love to see more!!!!

Right now I feel like I want to spend the next ten years drawing these kids, so I sure hope so! But as I said my focus has been very scattered for the past three or so months, so I can’t promise anything ): let’s both enjoy it while it lasts haha

Anon said: You are my emotional support artist. I check back every once and a while and BOOM. Serotonin.

You’re too kind!!!! But thank you, I’m glad I can make you feel better! :D

Anon said: i'm super new to your art (and mha) and i just wanted to say your krbk stuff is just !!!!!!! it makes me so happy and makes my poor jaded heart feel something and it's just all around incredible!!!

Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad you like my way of portraying the kids!!!!

Anon said: I’m about to cry I’ve spent an hour looking though your bnha tag for that lil comic where Kiri hugs Baku and. It. Sent. Me. Back. To. The. Top. I didn’t even get to finish reading it. I’m so upset. So. So. So. Upset.

(same) Anon said: OH MY GOSH IT KEEPS SENDING ME TO THE TOO I HATE MOBILE AND LOVE YOU I LVOE YOU BUT THIS WEBSITE IS K I L L I N G ME I JIST WANNA SEE WHAT HAPPENS AS KIRI ATTEMPTS TO HUG BAKUGOU BUT NOOOO, AN HOUR OF MY TIME ISNT ENOUGH SAYS THE TIME STEALER

(samesame) Anon said: I. Found the hug thing. On Pinterest. In. Five. Seconds. I hate life but also it was really cute. Thank you but seriously I hate this website

The saga hahaha sorry anon I couldn’t get to you before you went out of your mind trying to find it, I got the asks in the middle of the night! Glad you could find it, though I’m kinda sad you had to look on pinterest for it (...sad it is on pinterest at all tbh) here it is anyway, if this is the one you were talking about! you really went back in the years for this one huh

Anon said: So for that thing that you made a w h i l e ago where Bakugou ruffles Kirishima’s hair, right? So I imagine Kiri is like w h a t and calls over Mina or Denki or Sero or all of them or something like that and tells them and is freaking out and they’re like “he wasn’t in the right mindset, you know he sleeps at 8:32” and make a joke out of it as Kiri is freaking out. And Kiri is freaking out soooo much as they are crying laughing on the floor at Bakugou’s sleeping schedule.

hahaha I’m sure he must have freaked out on them at some point after that, and bakugou must have done the same (probably with jirou, less likely but more hilarious with todoroki or tokoyami haha) - though, the original idea came from a bigger one where the scene in the comic didn’t bring them anywhere closer to getting together (or figuring out they’re into each other, for the matter lmao idiots) maybe one day I’ll get back on that >:]

Anon said: In your comments, you said “at this point my hands will never forget” and I had a nozaki-kun memory float into my head, imagining him sick and trying to make his deadline xD yes muscle memory

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anon you have no idea how often I think about that hahaha yes, I say my hands won’t forget but we all know that’s exactly how it’ll end at some point lol

Anon said: dang this happens all the time like I follow someone for their bnha content and then like two months after following them I find out they used to make yowapeda content and im just sitting their like dang thats wild because bnha and yowapeda are like the only two animes I watch

ANON!!!! HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Always so nice to find other ywpd fans!!!!!!!! Sorry I’m not making art for it anymore (for now) but despite my sister insisting I read the manga already I’ve been putting it off......for years lol but it’s on my reading list!! So maybe I’ll get back on it at some point!

Anon said: FRAN!!!!!! i love ur art so much and im trying to buy ur products on redbubble and i geniunely cant decide what to get!!!!! i tired asking my friend but she doesnt know which one either hahahahhahah ig i just wanted to send this because i really appreciate u and u are very talented. im sending u lots of high vibrations and love❤️🧡

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!! It means so much to me that you guys are still buying my stuff (TTATT) I should...........seriously update it..........gomen m(._.)m

Anon said:YES YES YEEES MORE ALFYON ON THE WAYYYYYY 💖💖💖💖💖 They're both the cutest really their ship is the beeest Try reading some the alfyon fanfics if you have some time, they're really good ! The one i really recommend you is Crismonberries, blackberries by court_court on Ao3 !Your art is the best ever can't wait to see more octopath !!💖💖💖

Anon thank you SO MUCH for suggesting that fic to me I!!!!!!!!!!!! loved it so much I deep-dived into it and spent two straight days reading it it’s such a gem!!!!! ;;; bless you

Anon said: Have you watched Fullmetal Alchemist?

Hell yeah! Only Brotherhood though. I read the manga too tho!!

Anon said: Have you read Noragami? It’s one of my favourite manga, and the anime isn’t half bad either (still waiting for s3 tho lol) anyway it’s really good, concept-wise it’s similar to Soul Eater, I totally recommend

I watched the first season back when it aired! It’s not really my thing though ): feels a bit sad in that very specific way that always ends up just making me miserable as I keep reading............................... sorry

Anon said: I will never not be in love with your art. Everytime I'm feeling down and/or missing the boys I scroll through your krbk tag and it reminds me exactly of why I love them so much and I'm so thankful for that. Your brand of krbks is the one I love the most and honestly thank you so much for all your marvelous art of them and of other things as well because you art is just so pretty and I love seeing your ocs and other fandom art 💕💕💕

Anon I love you......................... ;;;;; thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me (oTT^TT)o<3

#fran answers #long post #chatter chatter chatter #you guys are always so nice to me man #every time i write out one of these posts i'm overwhelmed by just how much love piles up in my inbox #sob #love you all

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writing-freak · 4 years

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Big 3 Slumber Party!

(GIF credit to its owner!! :) )

Mirio Togata x Reader

A/N: Another mha!! I love this boy so much, and this is in honor of season 4 coming to an end :(. I love love love this show and all of the people in it, so if you’re interested in a request of any kind, my inbox is open! Send me anything! I’ve got a couple of prompts I’m still writing for - here’s the links if you're interested - List 1 . This one’s a cute one where the reader is friends with the big three, who decide to have a fun sleepover together - playing fun games and talking all night :)

Word Count: 1,575

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“Y/N, I dare you to kiss Tamaki,” Mirio said with a laugh, and you threw a pillow at him in response.

“I’m not going to do that. Give me the truth.”

“Why not?” Mirio asked, pouting. “What’s wrong with Tamaki?”

“I love Tamaki.” You looked to the boy in question, who was trembling from his seat next to Mirio’s desk. “I just don’t think that’s something that would make him very comfortable. Am I right Tamaki?”

“P-please don’t kiss me,” the boy said miserably. Everyone in the room laughed. Tamaki just buried his face in his hands.

Mirio sighed, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter in your chest. You and the big three, an inseparable group of friends for most of your time at UA, were all hanging out in Mirio’s dorm room, ready for the greatest sleepover of the year. Mirio was sitting cross-legged across from you on his bed, in a t-shirt and shorts, and you sighed a little in disappointment as you thought more about him asking you to kiss his friend.

“Just give them the truth already,” Nejire whined. She was sitting on the floor, where there were blankets and pillows galore. “I want it to be my turn already!”

“Okay, Nejire,” Mirio laughed, his smile so wide you thought it must’ve hurt. “Y/N, what is your worst fear?”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic question, and had to think for a few minutes. As you stared off into space, your train of thought was broken by Mirio’s finger poking your cheek. “Hey!”

“Hurry up, Nejire’s waiting.”

“Okay,” you laughed. “Nejire, my greatest fear is probably being alone.”

“Being alone?”

You sighed. “Yeah. I’m scared that people will hate me, that people do hate me, and that one day, I’ll end up without anyone at all.”

“Oh, y/n!” Nejire jumped on the bed and engulfed you in a big hug. You hugged back.

“I’m fine, honestly.”

“We love you!” she said, and then she turned to the other boys, her eyebrows raised.

“Y-yeah,” Tamaki said, still without meeting your eyes.

“Of course we love y/n,” Mirio said, smiling widely. He joined the hug, his big arms enveloping both you and Nejire. “You’ll never be alone, as long as we’re around. We would never let that happen.” You smiled into his shirt.

“Alright, alright,” you said finally, breaking up the group hug session. “Nejire, it’s your turn.”

“Yay!” the blue-haired girl squealed, returning to her seat on the floor. “I pick dare!”

The next hour (yes, it was only an hour, despite Nejire insisting constantly that she was going to be up all night) was filled with more Truth or Dares, and too soon, you found Nejire drooling on her pillow on the ground. She was the first to fall asleep, despite her warnings that whoever fell asleep first would get their hand put in a bowl of warm water.

Tamaki was soon to follow, mumbling something about how the game took a lot out of him. You weren’t surprised, proud of your friend for lasting as long as he did. Soon, it was just you and Mirio, perched on his bed as you opted to continue the game without the other two.

You were tired though, and as you stifled a yawn, you laid your head back on Mirio’s pillow, stretching your legs out the length of the bed.

“Okay, Mirio, Truth or Dare?” you asked, laughing as you faced the ceiling, your legs draped over Mirio’s outstretched ones. Mirio was leaning with his back against the wall, a pillow clutched in his arms.

“You know, it upsets me,” he said, looking at you thoughtfully, “that you think so little of yourself.”

You sighed. “C’mon. Truth or Dare?”

“I’m serious, y/n.” His voice raised a little bit, but then as Nejire shifted in her sleep, he started whispering again. “How could you think that we would ever leave you alone? That we would ever not want to be your friend.”

“It’s just a fear, okay?” you said, a little frustrated. You sat up for a moment, your arms outstretched behind you holding you up. “We all have our insecurities. Tamaki definitely has his. I know you have yours.” He met your eyes in the dark. “We all know that. And what makes them insecurities, what makes us fear them so much, isn’t rational thought. We all know that too.” You laid back down, looking back up at the ceiling. You felt Mirio untangle his legs from your own. “Look, it’s not about you. If that’s what you’re worried about, you can stop right now. You guys are amazing friends, and I love all of you so much. I love Nejire, even though she’s crazy, I love Tamaki even though he can’t love himself. I love you. So don’t worry about trying to be a better friend, okay? You’re the best there is, honest.”

“I’m worried about you.” But he sighed, and you both knew that was the end of the conversation. “Truth,” he said finally, and you grinned in response.

“Why did you decide to be a hero?” You asked, and for once, Mirio was silent.

It took a few moments, where you both lie in the darkness, silent, before he replied. “It’s the others, those that were there for me,” he said simply, and you could feel his infectious grin even as you faced the ceiling.

“I’m inspired by the heroes in my life. By my family, by the pro heroes like Allmight that I looked up to as a kid. By Tamaki in my childhood, and now by Neijire too. I’m inspired by you.” Your breath hitched, and you turned your head to the side to see his wide grin. He was on his side now, facing you, his face almost bright enough to light up the room in the darkness. Your noses were just inches apart.

“By me?”

“Of course by you, silly,” Mirio laughed, his voice still soft enough as to not wake the others. His laugh was infectious as his grin, and you smiled despite yourself.

You were too close, and you were thankful for the darkness to hide the creeping blush on your face. “It’s my turn,” you whispered.

Mirio moved suddenly, propping his elbow up on the pillow, his chin resting on his palm. His eyes were still trained on yours. “I dare you to kiss me.”

You froze, unsure of what to say. Your heart was pounding in your ears. The silence that hung between you was unbearable, but Mirio’s smile didn’t waver, the blush on your cheeks growing to cover most of your face.

“And what if I said I wanted a truth?” The words felt dry in your mouth, and you swallowed slowly.

“Okay,” Mirio said, smiling. “A truth.”

His hand was suddenly on your lower back, and in two swift moves he turned your bodies so he was hovering just above you. Once again, your noses nearly touched, and the breath was knocked out of you as you became suddenly aware of every place your bodies were touching. His hand still on your side. His knee on the outer part of your thigh. His other hand moving up your arm, until it cupped your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nodded your head slowly, but he looked at you longer, and you knew he wanted a spoken answer. “Yes,” you breathed finally, grinning like the idiot before you.

Your smile faltered, though, when his eyes moved to your lips, and the small distance between your noses closed, and then the distance between your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you, softly and slowly, his warm hand lightly stroking your face.

When you broke apart he sighed, his breath fanning over your face. You giggled as it tickled your nose, and he smiled down at you, staring far too much for your comfort.

“Stop staring, jeez,” you said, shoving him off of you. But as he rolled to the side, he slid his arms around you, taking you with him.

“Absolutely not,” Mirio said stubbornly. He was now on his back, and you were tucked into his side, your head resting on his chest. You rolled your eyes at him, but he only smirked back. “Why would I ever want to stop looking at you?”

You hit him again, but you still nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck. Breathing out a sigh, you relaxed into his arms.

“Aw, look how cute! Tamaki, pass me my phone.”

“Now I see why y/n didn’t want to kiss me last night.”

You blinked your eyes open to find two of your best friends standing over you. Nejire had her phone out, and pointed it at you. “Say cheese!”

Your pillow suddenly began to move, and you scrambled up quickly, before you realized that it was not, in fact, your pillow, but your other friend, Mirio. He rubbed sleep out of his eyes and he stretched his arms, his eyes finally opening to land on you, still in his bed, and the other two, with their cameras pointed at him.

Realization dawned on his face as he put two and two together.

“Hey! Give me that picture!”

Nejire laughed. “You’re never getting it.”

But Mirio pouted, and her laughter died down. “Please? I just want to use it as my wallpaper!”

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gallickingun · 4 years

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Hi 💖 I was wondering if I could get a blurb with ProHero! Kirishima where he comes home after a long day at work and just plops himself on the reader for recharging cuddles?? Please and thank you 💖 also you wrote Tamaki so cuuute 🥰

a/n: so, i’ve written this once but it was angsty. the good lord told me that it wasn’t supposed to be angsty by having incognito windows close out on me while i was writing. so, here’s your fluffy kiri 💖

The thud of the front door opening and closing is enough to make your pulse sky rocket. You knew he had to work the late shift, so you decided to stay awake on the couch watching reruns of your shows that he doesn’t like to keep yourself conscious.

“Take out is on the counter,” you call as you scramble to find the remote.

You’re nothing short of utterly surprised when the hefty body of one Pro Hero Red Riot is sloughed over the top of you.

“Kiri!” you squeal, face pressed to his pectoral as he smothers you. “H-Hey!”

He hushes you, tucking his arms around you, knees on either side of your hips, “Missed you.”

You chuckle, turning your neck so you can breathe something other than his body wash in through your nostrils. You run your fingers over his bare back, fingertips dipping over the muscles that define his shoulders, “Bad day?”

“Just long. Bakugou was in a mood,” his voice is muffled in your hair, kisses pressed sporadically between words. “Snatched up a couple of villains, though. See it on the news?”

You hum in response, kissing his collarbone, “You looked good. The modifications to your suit help you hold the density for longer?”

Kiri leans back on his thighs, his palms running down the length of your forearm until he finds your knuckles, slotting his fingers between yours. “You already knew it would, babe. You made it after all.”

A satisfied smile tugs the corners of your lips upward and Kirishima chuckles. He squeezes your hands, rubbing his thumbs over the back, friction from his rough fingerprints sending a shiver down your spine.

“Wanna cuddle?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

It’s not uncommon for Kirishima to need to recharge his battery when he gets home, and usually that’s fulfilled by curling up together on the couch and eating some greasy food. He is always calmed by your touch, by the anchor you give him to the real world, as he likes to refer to it.

He’s settling into the curve of your body without another word. Thankfully he took his boots off before tackling you, and he must have taken a shower at the agency because his hair is still wet. You tangle your hand in his hair as he lays his cheek to your sternum. Kiri tucks his thigh between your knees, his body completely pressed into you.

“Wanna watch the next season of British Bake Off?” you ask, plucking the remote from the couch cushion to start flipping through Netflix. He slips his palm underneath your shirt, dragging his thumb over each of your ribs, “Yeah, I need to know what happens in the bread round. You didn’t look at spoilers, did you?!”

Your face turns red, a sheepish blush taking over your skin. He huffs, narrowing his eyes while craning his neck to look you in the eyes, “Cheater! Betrayal!”

“I couldn’t help it! You fell asleep and I couldn’t get the remote out of your ass!”

Kirishima growls but there is no intent behind it. He merely wraps himself further around you, as if it were possible, and ducks his head back underneath your chin.

As the show plays in the background, you run one hand up and down his arm while the other flits from his hair to his back and shoulders. He hums and moans intermittently, praising your ministrations.

Eventually you shift so he’s holding you, kisses in the crown of your hair like a peppering of flowers. The heel of his palm digs into the flesh of your back in a massage-like motion and before you know it, you’re falling prey to sleep.

Kirishima is humming along to the background music of the television show, doing nothing to help your dozing state. He nudges his nose over your hairline, kissing your forehead, “Ready to head to bed?”

“Mm,” you grunt, squeezing his backside with one hand. “S’not sleepy.”

He chuckles and runs a hand through your hair, “Someone’s lying.”

You tilt your head up at that, looking him in the eyes. You’re pouting and he’s smiling, both of your hands enamored with one another as you lay together.

Kiri’s eyes soften, rubies turning to clay, molded by the way you make him feel. He noses your cheek, kissing from your jaw to the corner of your mouth.

“I love you.”

It’s barely above a whisper before he’s kissing you, tongue licking at the seam of your lips. He’s warm and gentle, like sunshine incarnate. You trail your fingers upward until you’re cupping the back of his neck, fingertips playing with a few stray locks of hair at the nape.

Time is moving in slow motion, every breath, every twitch of a muscle, you can feel it all. He is sturdy as you loiter over him, twisting so you can palm at his face, echoing his earlier sentiment between gentle sounds volleyed back and forth. Kiri’s hands are warm at your back, tucked under your clothes like a secret. He chases after your mouth as you part from him, eyes dazed when he realizes you are watching him.

“Hey,” his voice is just on the cusp of slurring, a mix of sleepiness and sensuality dragging out the words. “Wasn’t done.”

You let him take you back down, guiding you with a thumb and forefinger pinching your chin. There’s a smile on both of your mouths as your lips meld together again, and you’re not quite sure where you end and he begins.

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aikrus · 4 years

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Little Looks

Fandom: Bnha / Mha

Pairings: Todoroki x Reader, Bakugo x Reader Warnings: Takes place in season 4, references Child abuse, nods to scarring from parental figures, and breakups Words: 7,106 Requested by: No one, but feel free to request!! Request/Summary: Everyone has things to deal with, just as everyone has different ways to cope. Some push away those they love, others cry themselves to sleep. There are also the few who throw themselves into helping others. No matter how you cope with the struggles you face, a helping hand rarely hurts.

The walls between the dorms were a little too thin. Everything could be heard across the shallow space that separated the students, it was hard to hide anything. Whether it be their taste in music, friends, or tv shows, your dorm-neighbor knew everything about them.

In Y/n’s case, her unfortunate neighbor had to hear her talking to Shoto late into the night. Ever time he walked her to her room, every time he spent the night- they heard every goodbye and I love you, but now...

Bakugo didn’t like to bother himself with class drama. He never cared about who was dating who or people’s preferences- it held no effect on him so why would he? That was... until he met her.

Y/n was this spunky girl who always had an opinion but never bothered to share it. She always had something to say, but the words never passed her lips. He always wondered what she was thinking about, why she wouldn’t say it. But then he found out.

Y/n held onto all her words, every opinion she had everything she would have said. She kept them to herself- until she could spill every word in her heart to Half-n-Half.

It hurt, but he got it. That bastard was her boyfriend- it only made sense that she would tell him more than anyone else. Doesn’t mean it hurts less. It fucking sucked.

Lying in bed- long after he usually fell asleep, Katsuki had to hear her squeal into the phone, hear her laugh and joke, he had to hear her fall in love. With every passing second, it hurt more and more, and the pillow he clutched onto over his head did nothing to muffle her voice. Bakugo was curled into a ball, tears streaming down his face while he cried- silent sobs shaking his body and making him feel like there was a hole in his chest. Maybe there was.

She was perfect, the only person he could stand in this god-awful world. It was hard to pinpoint when he first fell in love with her, with the loud girl who said nothing.

Perhaps it was the entrance exams- despite being in his arena she came out on top. Sacrificing moments for others yet still getting a few good points herself. Besides, seeing a cute girl take down a huge robot for no reason other than she wanted to (the person she was saving didn’t matter) was really hot.

But maybe it was the first day when she came second in the class ranking for the stupid tests Aizawa Sensai made them do. Competing against her made him feel challenged- but it was in a different way than he felt with Deku or Half-N-Half- it was a good way.

It also could have been during the break-in at the natural disaster center. Watching her fight her way back to the entrance and seeing her run in front of others to defend her classmates definitely made him respect Y/n more than he had before- more than he respected everyone else.

He couldn’t forget about the Sports Festival. Seeing her fight her way to the top, Y/n was always kind until it was time she wasn’t. The intensity she fought with proved that she was there for a purpose. Sure she was a little messy, but she got herself first place. Watching her fight against Todoroki was amazing, she used everything she had, and there were so many new tricks that no one had seen before, it was amazing.

Bakugo had to have fallen in love with her by the time internships rolled around. She had convinced Aizawa-Sensai to take her on for an internship (something that hasn’t happened for years), and he watched her change into a different person, seeing her mature and think through every possibility was breath-taking, and he loved her, even more, every time she predicted someone’s next move.

And even if he didn’t love her by then, he adored her by the time camp rolled around. She owned the forest with how she used her quirk and the way she pushed herself further than anyone else was amazing. He also enjoyed seeing that there was someone there other than him who could function in a kitchen. Seeing her cook for her classmates proved how much she cared for everyone, even though she wasn’t particularly close with most of them.

Seeing the look of pain on her face when he was taken from the camp hurt him more than anything the villains did to him. They had never actually talked much at that point, but he knew she cared for him by the pain in her eyes. She was all he thought about when he was being held, and when she reached out to him during the rescue it felt like everything was right with the world.

And now he had to watch her seem to fall into a depression. While he was making up for failing the license exam she was doing her work study, and she was doing it all with stupid Deku.

The first day they sat at lunch, she sat in her usual seat with Yaoyarozu. After that, she and Deku ended up sitting next to each other- both with painful looks in their eyes. Bakugo couldn’t look at her, she had so much sorrow in those y/e/c eyes of hers, he was thrown back to when he was kidnapped- and he couldn’t handle that again.

Ever since she joined Deku and the weirdo from the big-three, she was crying. Every night, right after silence had taken over the building, he would hear these soft, gasping cries from her room. It hurt to hear them, it always sounded so painful.

Y/n had always been used to crying herself to sleep, self-soothing was a given ability when a person has a quirk people feared. She was used to the pain, the abuse, she could take it.

She could handle the lying in bed for hours awake, silently crying herself to sleep. She was used to the teary eyes and the burning in her throat from wanting to scream but knowing that making a sound wasn’t an option. She knew what it was like to not be able to breathe, to have to hold on to her stomach from the wrenching pain and keep a hand on the top of her head from the migraine that would form.

In time though, she had gotten sloppy. Having a laughing, caring personality ruined her stone-wall approach to problems like these, and she was louder than she was at home- Y/n blamed this on the dorms. It made her soft.

Of course she was crying about Eri, if she had just gone with her instinct- every fiber in her being was telling her to get the girl as far away from Overhaul as possible. She should have done what she believed in- Mirio had stopped her. Y/n understood where he was coming from, but he should have followed her on this. Midoriya was being over-emotional if he hadn’t been so abrasive with the pair then maybe...

No! She couldn’t blame anyone else, this was her fault. The girl was in her arms, she was holding onto her, and Y/n let her go. She ran back to him; because he was going to get violent. She saw it in his eyes, and she was willing to take the blow so that Y/n and her friends wouldn’t get hurt. What a brave little girl.

And sure, the whole Todoroki situation wasn’t making her feel any better. He had pulled Y/n aside earlier that day. She assumed he would talk to her about her sudden mood change, but that wasn’t what happened. He told her that he didn’t want to break up, but he needed a break to focus on catching up with everyone else.

Since then, he hasn't said a word to her. He avoided his girlfriend at all costs, and it really hurt. He told her that they weren’t over, was that because he still wanted to be with her but was overwhelmed, or because he wanted to be done with her but wanted to keep her there if he ever felt like coming back? Was he busy, or did he just not love her anymore?

Her quirk did her no favors, Override was constantly giving her anxiety, and the effect it had on others only hurt more. Sure she could have read his thoughts, but was Y/n ready to hear that answer? Was this her destiny? To fuck everything up and cry herself to sleep?

The gasps were sharper now, they cut through her chest like a dagger and echoed in her room. She wanted sleep, Y/n had been fighting off insomnia for the majority of her life, but it always worsened with stress.

At times like these, she would usually turn to Shinso, a fellow student who ended up in the General Studies course despite having a similar quirk to her. He approached her after the festival to ask about her quirk, and once they saw how similar they were, they learned to latch on to each other.

It was rare to connect with someone with a similar quirk outside of one’s own family, but Shinso and Y/n was a blessing in disguise. They connected with each other over people's fear of them, telling them they would be better as villains. Trust came hard for them, people always assumed they would manipulate their way to the top.

Both having the ability to dictate other's actions was a unique coincidence, and surprisingly Shinso wasn’t overly-jealous of Y/n’s other abilities. Having someone able to read his mind was a nice way to keep him in check, plus they could communicate without others over-hearing what he was saying.

Sure knowing that she also had the power to use a shimmery, translucent, deep red, aura-like stream of fog to manipulate and move objects was a little bothersome, but that just meant he didn’t have to get up and grab his own tray at lunch.

Sadly, Y/n remembered that Shinso had been pulling all-nighters to train on his own, so it was a safe assumption that he would be asleep by now- exhausted by his training. Shoto was also out of the question, he wanted nothing to do with her.

Her other friends wouldn’t be able to talk with her about what was going on, they were sworn to secrecy, and she wasn’t close to anyone else that was doing hero-work with her. Deku was nice and all, but he was too high-strung. He also wouldn’t understand why it was bothering her so much. No one would understand, except for Shoto.

The small gasps still echoed throughout the room, and she rotated her pillow every few minutes to get away from the water. It was so cold, it was so quiet. All alone, she had no one- no one was there, no one cared about here, they would be fine without her- she was always gonna be alone-

Short shallow knocks rasped at her door, snapping Y/n out of the hyperventilating breaths she had fallen into.

“You okay in there?” A gruff voice asked, stained with sleep and lack of usage.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” she called out, not entirely sure of who she was talking to.

“Okay,” the voice said. It was awkward waiting for a response, but neither wanted to talk before the other.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, almost unsure of whether Y/n would hear him or not, and he almost hoped she didn’t, but the shallow ‘night’ that echoed back to him proved she had better ears than he thought she did.

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That morning she woke up to a cheery song being played through her wall. Normally waking up to someone blaring music would have pissed her off, but Kelly Clarkson's What Doesn’t Kill You was echoing through her floor, and it almost felt like it was being played for her- as ridiculous as it sounded.

It was a stupid song, but she would invite Momo over for a hag-out / sleep-over after a stressful lesson or exam, and they would scream the words to the classic song.

After getting into her school uniform, Y/n slowly made her way to breakfast. The smell of pancakes made their way into the halls, but she stopped by the room next to hers. She had never been in there, but seeing it in the light reminded her of who resigned in it.

Bakugo Katsuki. The fiery blond that seemed to have a problem with everyone. The sparky guy who was always willing to fight for the smallest of reasons. The stranger that talked to her last night.

It was hard to imagine it. He had always been so aggressive, so hostile, the small voice that checked in on her last night just didn’t fit him, but still it made so much sense in a way that she couldn’t explain.

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The rest of the day was weird to say the least. Y/n and the other work study students were put on standby while they waited for news on the operation, but that was only one of the things that were out of place.

Ever now and then, Y/n would sneak a look at Bakugo. Had he even known it was her? Did is matter to him? Why had he reached out to her? Was there a reason? It was a difficult situation, but she’s faced worse scenarios before.

For now, Y/n relished in the moments where she would catch him looking at her. The blush that would light up his face before he turned away from her, the way he would abruptly stop talking if they made eye contact, it made little butterflies scatter in her stomach, the kind of feeling where staying still isn’t an option, and the heat in her chest isn’t stemming from pain. The kind of feeling where what ifs and maybes flash in her vision.

She could see it, if they were together. She could see coffee dates, she could practically feel his hand holding hers. The walks after curfew, the shushing each other when they stay up late laughing. Maybe they could cuddle and watch movies, go on dates to paint the town red. He could be her prince, as long as he never hid her away in a tower.

Though Bakugo was never one to spend time on damsels in distress, at least not for a partner. He would want someone to ride along side him, someone to keep up and help him if he needed it. He wouldn’t want a fragile flower, and he would never treat her like she was. He wan’t an equal, not a follower.

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Bakugo couldn’t think straight all day. She was everywhere he looked, always smiling, always doing something. She wouldn’t get out of his head, maybe that’s why he kept looking over at her. She was just so sad, it only makes sense that, as her classmate, he would worry about her. What if she brought down the class average? That wouldn’t be good.

And yes, he was playing a cheesy girl empowerment song, and no he wasn’t embarrassed. I mean sure, he was, but the smile on her face that morning definitely helped ease the pain.

He hadn’t told anyone about his feelings, why would he? And even if there was a reason, who would he tell? Sero’s a dumb ass, Mina would gossip to the entire school, Denki would do something stupid, and Kirishima would never shut up about it. It made sense to just, keep it to himself. For now.

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That night, laughter was heard from Y/n’s room for the first time in a while. And who could blame her? Even with all the pain she was facing right now, it was easy to laugh at Bakugo’s dumb jokes. The dad puns were so out of character for him, it was just the thing she needed. The best feeling though, was when they laughed together.

His voice was slightly higher when he laughed. He was one of the people who laughed inwards- choking on the air he was trying to breath. It was a contagious kind of laugh that made those around him happier. It was so rare and beautiful, and it was so perfectly him.

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The jokes late at night morphed into a good morning and goodnight whispered through the drywall, which eventually became conversations while they got ready for bed or to face the school day.

After that, they would stop by each others room. It started with Y/n needed a towel (her’s were slowly stolen by the girls of 1-A), and Bakugo always had a few spare.

This morphed into waiting for each other to walk together, which then became study sessions. After that, late night studying became hangouts. Whether it be a ridiculously sized puzzle or a horror movie, a cheesy chick-flick or slapstick comedy, they had movie nights more than they didn’t.

And then, it was more likely for them to be in the others room instead of their own. He would sit next to her, wrapped in a giant blanket watching hundreds of horror movies- but it was always followed by something stupid (fifty first dates became a staple). Maybe the jokes weren’t very funny, but it was enough to make Y/n laugh, so it was enought to make Bakugo laugh in return. And as she his behind her hair, she could see a little look her sent her way, his eyes twinkled and it almost felt like this was it- he was her soulmate.

And one night, after studying for an upcoming test, Bakugo fell asleep on her bed. It wasn’t out of the ordinary, but he usually would wake up from his naps hours ago- but Y/n guessed he would just spend the night.

But then, her phone rang. She darted out of her room to met with the other work-study students. They would leave to get Eri in the morning, but for now they needed sleep.

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The mission was a success. Eri was saved, but nothings all sunshine and rainbows. There were many injuries. Luckily, Deku remained mostly healthy. That couldn’t be said for everyone thought. Mirio’s quirk was gone, and that was a harsh blow for him to take. The loss of Sir Nighteye devastated him and Y/n, who had grown close to the jokester during her short time with him.

However, that wasn’t the only thing weighting on Y/n. In the heat of the battle, one Mirio was taken out, Y/n was the only one able to protect Eri for around twenty minutes. All of the work was placed onto her.

Override was an extraordinarily powerful quirk, and it has taken her years to gain control over it. It was often bigger than herself, responding to her emotions more often than her orders. The fight was fresh in her mind, the fear running through her, the adrenaline that kept her going. The pain in her body was everywhere, but it wasn’t about her. It was about the little girl who had felt too much and seen to little.

She couldn’t give up, Eri had to be saved. Manipulating the large debris scattered around the room was the easy part. Throwing them at Overhaul and protecting Eri was second nature. It was too easy to put distance between them. It was Mirio that challenged her strength.

The anguish he was is seeped into her mind, Y/n’’s aura was easily tainted by the stress of others. Eri was small and had a heart of gold, Y/n knew she had full trust in the female would-be hero. It was Mirio that had his doubts.

His fear attacked her, and his pain tangled her mind into knots with no walls to protect it. He made it hard to focus, and the pain was unbelievable- but she pushed through. Constantly rebuilding the barrier around Eri, moving Overhaul back further and further, until he was pinned.

It was then Y/n changed her focus. The strain Mirio put on her made the manipulation of the objects too difficult to maintain, so instead she focused on pinning Overhaul. She had to focus, one wrong move and he would be dead- Y/n couldn’t handle another persons blood on her hands.

The red aura that was an extension of herself enveloped his body. Working its way through his ears, in his mouth and noes, it slowly made its way to his brain. She wrapped around it, slowly encasing it wit her aura, until he had gone limp and completely immobile.

She saw every thought in his head, the memories, his hopes, dreams, his greatest accomplishments and worse fears. She saw his neglection, how he was tossed aside. She witnessed his plan, how he was ignored by his father, and the awful things he did behind closed doors. What he said to the league, and the pain he was in right now.

The pain was triggering memories to come rushing up. UA was a great school, but Shoto was everywhere- scattered in her brain. He left, alone. He doesn’t love her anymore, he never did. The classroom was just a place where he fooled her tricked her. He abandoned her. He was like Overhaul’s mentor. The betrayal, the hurt. She felt it from him, it seeped into her mind, twisting her reality. What he felt what he thought, they became a part of her. They mixed with her own emotions, her memories warped around his pain.

Y/n was well aware of how this hurt him, and it hurt her when she did it. All the pain he was in was shared to her, straining and causing tears to form in her eyes. She could take it- the pain was nothing. Eri was all that mattered, she could hold on until help arrived. He couldn’t escape, she couldn’t let him. If she was going to be trash for the rest of her life, if what they told her was right. If she was a villain, if she could never accomplish anything, if she would be no better than they said she was, at least she could do this.

No one had come to save her, she had to save herself. There was not a chance in hell Y/n would let this poor little girl face the same pain she did, all the trauma and the hurt, it ruined her. It broke her, and Eri deserves more than what Y/n had. She can be free, she can be saved by someone other than herself.

Though Y/n and Overhaul were trapped in time, the outside world was still moving. Mirio was losing consciousness, and Eri was confused. All the noises had stopped, nothing was happening. Was it over?

She crawled out of the rock pillar that had formed around her, and what she saw was terrifying. Ruble was everywhere, no where was like how it used to be. And there she was, the girl with the same look in her eyes, the one with the same marks on her body, the bigger version of herself.

Why was there so much red in her air? Why wasn’t she moving? Where was everyone?

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Most of the students had been cleared to go back to school. Eri was placed into isolation, and Mirio had a few more days left. Y/n was supposed to stay for a few more weeks. The duration that she used Override for was more than her mind could take, and her arms had several fractures from debris flying off when she was fighting. Her mind was put under such enormous amount of strain, it had put up amnesia walls to cope.

This has blocked many of the details of the passed few days linked to the significant trauma. While the school was aware of this as a possible drawback from her quirk, they had not made the preparations needed if this ever happened. As a result, she was not cleared to go until they had safely learned what she had blocked from her memory.

News of this had spread faster than the teachers predicted, by the following day the entire school knew of Y/n’s condition. She herself was unaware of the barriers- the entire reason the amnesia walls exist is to prevent her from knowing. Because of this, Y/n only knew that she had injuries and was taken to the hospital.

Aizawa had stayed stayed at the hospital, looking in through her window from time to time to check in on her. He had been the one who knew the most about the girl. He had gone to her home with Allmight when they were getting parents permission for the students to move into the new campus.

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“Who’s next?” Aizawa asked, cramped next to the man who’s simply too big for this worlds current accommodations.

“Y/l/n Y/n, do you think her parents will be hard to convince?” Allmight asked, looking up from the girls file.

“Not a clue. She’s a sweet girl, but she has her moments where she shuts down. I suppose if her parents are a reflection of her personality, they would understand where we are coming from, but they might take a little convincing. Y/n’s a stubborn girl, I can only assume she gets that from her parents,”

“So who’s gonna take the lead?” All might said, awaiting a response from the sudden silence in the air.

The hero pair hadn’t notice when the driver took a turn down a rode leading to the darker side of town. The hero’s patrolled these streets more often than not- it was hard to assume any of there students, let alone one as bright as Y/n, was a part of this neighborhood. It’s rude to make assumptions, but the stereotypes surrounded these streets more than anywhere else.

They pulled up to an apartment building. She lived on one of the highest floors, apartment 7D. The entrance to the building had no security nor doorman waiting for guests. No one greeted them, the base floor was abandoned.

Ignoring the minor inconvenience of the broken elevator, the pair made there way up six flights of stairs with no complaints, only wondering how long the elevator had been broken for.

The lights in the halls flickered, and loud music carried through the thick doors. People were yelling in adjacent rooms, and a dog was barking somewhere. Then they approached the last, and only silent, door.

Aizawa knocked loudly, hoping Y/n’s parents could hear it over the noise of their neighbors. To their limited surprise, Y/n’s voice called out to them.

“Who’s there?” Her cheerful voice was so out of place in this floor of people. She looked through the peep-hole, and was taken aback to see her teachers outside her door.

She unlocked the four locks she installed on her door, and greeted them. “Hello Sensai’s! I wasn’t expecting a visit,” she told them, opening her door.

“Hello, young Y/l/n, are your parents home?” Allmight asked, smiling at the girl.

“Uhh, why don’t you both come inside? My neighbors can be noisy if they don’t know I have company over. I would have talked to them if you gave me a heads up,” she explained, opening her door all the way.

The two cautiously entered her home, they made an effort not to be rude. Her apartment was small, if it could even be called that. She had a living room to the right of the door, and a small open kitchen to the left. A short hallway branched out in between, most likely holding a bedroom and bathroom. It was a petite apartment, one that they couldn’t believe could house multiple people.

“Don’t mind the bags on the counter, I just got home from grocery shopping. I was making myself a cup of tea, could I offer either of you something? I have tea, water, juice, I still have a hot pot of coffee if you would like,” she said, making her way to the kitchen to take the kettle of the eye.

“Some tea would be nice, if you wouldn’t mind,” Aizawa said, carefully eyeing the apartment before fallowing All might's lead and sitting on the couch.

“Of course, Allmight?”

“I wouldn’t mind some tea, thank you,” he said, his voice slowly getting lower.

The same thoughts were running through both of their heads. Everything was falling together. The walls had no family photos, just some of her with children they didn’t recognize, and a few with some of her classmates. A couple school awards were up on the walls, and the house had a few scattered decorations, such as small plants and white rugs, along with cream colored half-knitted blanket on a one-seater facing across the couch. This was the home of someone who preferred activities and socialization. There was no tv in sight.

��Here you go, careful- they’re still hot,” Y/n said, giving them both their cups of tea. All of the mugs had either quotes from tv shows or beautiful designs, they all fit so perfectly with Y/n’s personality.

“So, Y/n,” Aizawa said, trying to figure out a way to phrase his words.

“I guess I should explain, huh?” She sighed and took a seat across from them, placing her mug on the coffee table and grabbing her knitting supplies. “I was emancipated a few weeks after my fourteenth birthday. Because I’m technically a minor, the government sealed away that information from all my school records, they worried about people having easy access to my information. I’ve lived in this apartment for around two years now. I have full legal control over my education and health, as well as my housing,”

“Well, we’re here to gather permission to move all of the students into dorms at the school. I’m not sure of your financial situation, but-”

“The government pays for my housing as long as it stays beneath 9,500 yen,”

“Then all we need is your signature to confirm that you have no objections to moving into the dorms, understanding that this is for your protection, and it will become our legal duty to keep you and the other students safe,”

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Now, only three members of the school faculty knew of Y/n’s full situation, Allmight, himself, and principal Nezu. It was a tricky situation to be in. Y/n had full legal control over her medical care, but she was unaware of the situation. Typically, a person has an emergency contact that they are willing to give control to if they are ever deemed unable to make a fully informed decision for themselves.

However, this person was not allowed to be a minor- and they haven’t found Y/n’s legal documentation of who this was. Because of all that, the doctors haven’t been able to preform any more tests or procedures on her. It was a risk, but Aizawa figured it was necessary.

“Y/n?” He called, after knocking on her hospital door.

“Eraserhead! I wasn’t expecting a visit, come in,” she said, smiling while she sat up. Her arm was in a sling, and her head was wrapped with gauze.

“Y/n, I want to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind,” he said, sitting in the chair next to her. He had been with her or near her for the entire day leading up to the raid, so he knows the majority of what she did that day.

“Of course, go ahead!” She smiled, glad to finally have company. They had kept her in isolation to prevent ant triggers- but they didn’t tell her that people were forbidden from visiting.

“I wanted to start by asking you a simple one. What is the last thing you remember happening?”

It took Y/n a few minutes to find an answer, but she settled on, “I remember Bakugo?”

Aizawa drew his eyebrows and took a deep breath in, “What do you mean exactly?”

“I don’t.. I don’t really know? The last thing I did before waking up here was with Bakugo,” the redness of her face and the fighting of her fingers were clear signs that she was becoming uncomfortable with the conversation- Aizawa knew that. But he couldn’t stop know, he had to know. This couldn’t be for nothing, he had to get something from this conversation.

“Do you know what you two were doing? Where were you two?”

“We,” her breathing became shallow and broken, “Can we do this later?”

“I know this is hard, but I really need to know what you can remember before you were in the hospital,” he pushed harder, sitting up in his chair.

“I said I don’t remember,” Y/n said, pushing back in her bed and sitting up against the headrest.

“You don’t remember anything? You remember me,” Aizawa said, egging her to say more.

“Or course, you’re my,”

A heavy silence filled the room. One filled with uncertainty and fear. It was a word on the top of her tongue, something so close yet in a wall of haze.

“Y/n?” He asked, slowly grabbing a hold of the girls hand once a look of terror came over her face.

“You’re my...”

“You can do it Y/n,” he said, pushing her further, “Just think.”

“You... are my mentor. The internships, yeah! That’s how I know you,” She said, relaxing and sighing heavily.

“Y/n, where do you go to school?”

“I uhh.... I’m sorry. It’s right there,” she said, deeply exhaling.

“That’s okay. You should get some sleep, I’ll come back later,” with a deep sigh he left the room. He didn’t dare look back at the girl sitting in the hospital bed. If he did, he would have saw it. The look of pain, of confusion that she had. It would be too much for him, it would break him.

“Where the hell is she?” A booming voice echoed through the hospital, alerting most of the staff and all of the waiting visitors.

“Sir, sir you need to calm down. She is in an isolation period right now-”

“You think I give a fuck about isolation periods? You’ll tell me where she is, or i’ll go door to door looking for her myself!”

Aizawa didn’t have to walk far before he saw his student causing trouble for the poor nurse across the desk. It was embarrassing to everyone but the blonde pain in the neck.

“Bakugo, lower your voice,” he said, his voice not hiding the lack of sleep he’s gotten since the operation.

“Mr. Aizawa, do you know where Y/n is?” He said, his eyes still holding a hard edge to them.

“Bakugo,” he guided him to a sitting area where they could talk, “Y/l/n is currently suffering from one of the drawbacks from her quirk, it causes-”

“Amnesia walls, I know. She told me all about them, which is why I need to see her,” he said, forgetting who he was talking to exactly.

“Because of these walls,” he rolled his eyes, “the staff can’t be sure exactly what she remembers and what her mind blocked from her. We can’t risk negatively triggering her. We are all trying desperately to find a way to safely give her her memories back, but until then we only want to expose her to things she knows,” he did his best to explain the situation to his troublesome student, but he knew he would most likely fail.

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Bakugo sat next to Y/n on her hospital bed, watching her read from a red leather-bound book. He was weary to let him do what he was, but it was legally the best thing to do.

Bakugo had explained that Y/n confided many things to him- one of which was her intense fear of forgetting things after using her quirk. So much so, that she wrote everything that happened to her in a book as soon as she could get back to her dorm. While it wouldn’t have the most recent memories- including those of the actual mission- it would get her brain used to exposing itself to memories it blocked out.

Watching the situation from outside was peculiar. Reading her expressions had never been easier- her usually guarded expression became an open book. From her drawn together eyebrows and slight tears, to the squirming blush and her refusal to make eye-contact with the boy across from her, all of it made the situation seem so much more childish that it really was.

Inside the room was weirder. The atmosphere differed paragraph to paragraph. From her blurting out the inside jokes they had made to mentioning the depressing conversations they had at two am made them laugh and cry. Once and a while she wouldn’t say anything- she was the only one out of the three to know why, but her secrets should stay with her.

Aizawa walked into the room once she had shut her journal. “That;s not everything you’ve thought and seen since the incident, the moments leading up to you using your quirk were never written down, but after a day or two of recovery some of the others present and I will do our best to fill you in on what you missed. Or, maybe you’ll remember on you own,”

“Alright, that sounds good. So, it seems I lost bits and pieces since I entered UA. Some things are still hazy, but my people’s chart is constantly update, so that helps,”

“People chart?” Bakugo asked, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, I have a chart of everyone that plays a part in my life, and I consistently update my emotions towards them. It’s helpful,” she said, blushing lightly.

“Right... I’d like to know what was in the most recent entry, just to see exactly how much you’re still missing,”

“Okay,” she said, re-opening her journal, “the last thing I wrote about was uhh...” she skipped over a few lines, “I got a phone call from Sir in the middle of the night,” she looked ahead, “Me and the other work-study students met up to talk about it. I went back to my room where- never mind. That’s the last thing!” She said, smiling and closing her book.

“Sure,” Aizawa said, turning to walk out, “I’ll come back Morrow,” he shut the door when he left. Shacking his head lightly, he went back to check on Eri.

Y/n rapidly re-read pages of the book before looking up to Bakugo. “I have a question,”

“Well, are you gonna ask it or just sit there like an idiot,” he said, smiling and re-adjusting to a criss-cross position.

“Are we...” she looked back to her book, “dating?”

“Huh?!”

“Well, I have a bunch of the things we did written down, but it’s all really confusing and I can’t understand most of it,” she blushed, scratching the back of her neck.

“Y/n,” he sighed, shaking his head, “We... We aren’t dating. You are dating Todoroki,”

“But that can’t be right,” She scrunched up her noes. “I wrote down that he said he wanted a break from me, and that I was taking up too much of his time from the make-up work he was doing,”

“He what?” Bakugo shouted, not sure who he was mad at most, Todoroki for hurting her so much, Y/n for not telling him, or himself for not trying to ask Y/n out sooner.

“I mean... that’s what I wrote. Did he say anything to you?”

“No I-”

“Y/n! Thank god you’re okay, I’ve been so worried ever since I heard what happened! They wouldn’t let anyone visit you,” A bi-colored haired boy said rushing into the room and pulling Y/n’s torso into a hug, knocking the air out of her lungs like a delayed punch that should have been an illegal move, but the coach wasn’t looking.

“Todoroki?”

“Babe? Since when do you call me by my last name?” He asked, pulling back slightly and looking over at Bakugo.

“What happened, Baby?” He asked, his eyes flickering back and forth between the two people sitting on the hospital bed.

Bakugo would have answered for her, but he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, it was like the world as punishing him with sleep paralysis, but he was awake, and their was no demon at his bed- just the cold reality of the love of his life being with another.

“My quirk made me lose some of my memories, but it’s okay. I have some things written down, and I’ll most likely regain all of them in a few weeks,”

“You have amnesia? Y/n, I saw the news, but what exactly happened?”

“News?” Y/n echoed, looking over at Bakugo who still remained still as a statue. “Katsuki, what exactly happened to me before I came here?”

“Y/n look, It’s really complicated, and-”

“Y/n? Katsuki? When exactly did you two become such close friends?”

“Oh, we have been spending a little bit of time together,” She answered, not looking away from Bakugo’s eyes.

“Seems to be a little more that a little,” Todoroki said, his eyes going back and forth between hers, searching for something he swears is there.

“I guess not everything is what it seemed,” Bakugo snapped at him, startling what once was a peaceful conversation.

“I guess not,” It was hard not to agree with her new friend. Even though she could have sworn that, with the little she had read and started to remember, they were together.

Or did he spend the night with all his friends? Did he bring over their favorite snacks to watch a horror movie, followed by a rom-com so they would be able to sleep. Did he tuck all of his friends into bed after they had a nightmare? She had wrote about all the little things he did, all the nights he had spent comforting her, making her laugh so she would stop crying.

It seemed like they had been dating, or at least they were close to dating, but as Bakugo stood up and stormed out of the room it left Y/n wondering something. Was there anything behind the little looks they shared, or was it all just a fantasy made up to satiate her need for a connection?

It doesn’t really matter anymore, does it? Bakugo is gone, Todoroki is back- but did he ever leave? Maybe there really was a reason her walls were so thick. Maybe Bakugo shouldn’t have been an exception, she had grown too close too quickly, and in a flash his little looks were gone.

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@coffeecakecafe Great work on completing the full Dannymay daily calendar! Your art is amazing, thank you for all your hard work for this event! It wouldn’t have been the same without you!

This fic was written by @phandom-phriend based on your day 15 work: Favorite AU, with some of your day 11 Doctor sprinkled in at the end

*Spoilers for season 1 episodes 5&6 of MHA

Mentions of blood and injury

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A pale teen with white hair and green eyes stands just outside of the UA gates. Only a few inches from where the sidewalk turns into the bricks of the school's entrance way. This isn’t a rare sight, seeing as almost all new students come to gawk at the large building where pro heroes are made. Where futures are built. Where dreams become reality.

But the boy standing there now isn’t silent from admiration. He doesn't appear to be concerned with the building at all, as if it were just like every other one on the street. No, this particular student seems to be thinking about leaving. As if weighing the option in his mind of whether or not continuing would be worth the effort. After all the work it took to even get to this point and with hundreds of other students willing to do anything to take his spot, you would think the choice to be easy. That the only logical thing to do would be to step forward and embrace the future that awaits inside the walls of UA.

But instead the thin, pale teen takes a step back. And then another. But it seems that fate has other plans as another boy, who seems to be around his age, crashes into his back and sends him forward the few steps he needed to cross into the official boundary of the school. He turns around, not angry at the push or sudden intrusion of his… escape. Merely curious. There are all sorts of people, you never know who you will run into. Or, well, who will run into you.

“I-I-I’m sorry!” the boy with green hair stutters apologetically, arms flailing about with nervous energy. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and I should have been and I’m-”

The boy with hair as white as the clouds above them catches the others hand gently and shakes it, as if that was what the other was intending all along. “I’m Danny, nice to meet you.”

“Oh! Uh- nice to meet you too! My name is Midoriya Izuku!” he seems shocked at the american name of the other, but doesn't comment on it and Danny doesn't explain. That would be a story for another day.

“Yes, you are quite a legend with your entrance exam. I’m excited to be learning with you.” Danny smiled “What class are you in?”

“Oh! Uh, t-thank you!” the shorter of the two blushed from the praise, not seeming to know how to take the compliment and quickly moving on to the next part of the conversation “I’m in class 1-A. What...what about you?”

Danny smiled kindly and began walking towards the steps of the school building with a confidence and purpose he didn’t have mere moments ago. “Me too, let’s go together.”

Once the two of them reached the large door of the 1-A classroom, Danny let himself fade into the background of all the chatter. It appears that Izuku is trying to warn him about some of the other students in class, but he pays that no mind, simply staying beside him and nodding along. Not that he doesn't trust the other, more along the lines that he knows he can handle whoever they are if push comes to shove. So for now he simply nods as if the information is helpful and interesting. That is, until a figure with awkward footsteps makes his way over to them and begins to introduce himself. Iida, it seems, with Izuku responding in kind. When the blue haired teen turns his gaze to him, Danny realizes he is the one in the spotlight now.

“I’m Danny.” he smiled politely to the other.

The taller seemed thoughtful for a moment, as if trying to remember something. But he eventually gives up that train of thought and turns his attention to the girl now standing next to Izuku. The nice and warm atmosphere doesn't last much longer however, as a man in a yellow sleeping bag in the middle of the hall speaks up to gather their attention before standing upright and removing himself from the confines of the sleeping bag. The older man pulls a gym uniform from inside the bag and announces to the class to get dressed and to meet in the playing field.

It seems that this will be an interesting first day after all.

Now changed and ready to go, the entirety of class 1-A now stands in the center of the UA’s physical education field as Aizawa, their homeroom teacher, begins to explain what will be happening today. A Quirk Apprehension Test. Something that seems to not have been allowed in middle schools across the country, making students use their own strength without the help of a quirk in order to even out the playing field.

But of course, because this is the hero course at the hero school, there’s a catch. Whoever scores the lowest in all eight sections is to be expelled… not that Danny is really worried about that, per say. Where he lacks in physical strength he makes up with the power flowing in his veins. Just applying them to these tests should be enough to at least score somewhere towards the middle.

However…

Looking at all the faces of the students around him Danny can’t help but to feel… bad. One of them would be going home tonight, expelled from a course many can only dream about and chances are Danny wouldn’t ever get the chance to properly meet them. It isn’t fair to be crushed while so young. But there’s nothing Danny can do aside from losing these tests on purpose, but that just isn’t an option right now. So instead he offers a steady hand on the shoulder of Izuku. The green haired teen seems more worried than determined, but when he looks back over his shoulder with a smile, Danny couldn’t help but to return it and put his confidence into the boy. Everything would work out fine.

Everything is, decidedly, not fine. While Danny himself was able to do well in the dash and long jump while lacking on the strength grip and side steps, it seems his new… friend? Izuku has been struggling in all categories. He had seen the others exam, knew that there was power hidden within him. But for whatever reason the other didn’t seem to be able to use it.

As the class made their way back out to the P.E fields for the official ball toss, Danny stepped close to his curly haired classmate. “Bad day?”

The other teen sighed “It’s… complicated.”

Danny nodded “I understand that. It’s hard enough being a teenager with power at your fingertips, and this is certainly a stressful first day.”

“Yeah…”

“I saw the video of your entrance exam. And no matter what happens today, you are already a true hero. If nothing else, you can believe that.”

The shorter one looked up at him with wide, dark green eyes “Really…?”

“Of course!” Danny grinned “A real hero can’t be solely defined by tests like this. It’s the actions that matter. This place,” he said gesturing to all of UA with his arms “Is just a stepping stone to getting that “pro” title. In my eyes, you’ve already earned the title of hero when you went after that machine.”

Aizawa spoke up before Izuku could say anything in return, calling Danny to the field for his turn at the ball throw. Without hesitation the white haired teen took the ball and made his way to the painted circle. He had been thinking on what to do for this ever since the demonstration with Katsuki, but standing there now, he felt that the answer wasn't as complicated as he thought it was before.

“You might want to cover your ears!” he called back with a wink, only a few students took his advice. Their loss...

Danny throws the ball upwards into the air and takes a deep breath. Before it even has the chance to begin its descent back down, the halfa releases his ghostly wail, the shock waves sending the ball flying outwards while, thankfully, not destroying it. Leave it to UA to make sturdy products for their students.

Eventually the ball lands and Aizawa holds up his phone, broadcasting the number of 650.4 meters. Not bad, considering it is the first time he has even tried to use his power like this. The other students' faces seem to be overly shocked as he steps back to his place next to his green haired friend, but this is fine. He’s used to attention one way or another by this point, so the eyes that follow him don’t mean much.

“That was awesome!” the boy next to him cheered. “What kind of quirk do you have?! How have I not asked you before?! You have such a range of skills! I saw you flying earlier! How-”

Danny just smirks, eyes flashing a brighter green for just a moment. “Hmmm… who knows?” he says playfully, bumping his shoulder into the other teens in a friendly manner.

That night all the students begin to head home with light hearts and tired bodies after finding out the expulsion rule was all a ruse to bring out the best in everyone. Danny can’t help but to be glad, seeing as that means his new companion is safe to continue learning for another day. He can see it in the others eyes, the dazzlement and determination of just being within the walls of UA. Seeing that light go out… isn’t something Danny wants to see if he can help it.

Some students head off to the dorms, others to their homes. Danny himself goes to an apartment building not far from the school and enters using his key. It’s quiet, but not silent when he enters. The hum of the TV and the footsteps in the kitchen bring a homey feel rather than the quiet emptiness of what this place once was.

Sam appears in the doorway as Danny takes off his jacket and tie. Wearing a uniform is still new to him, and not a change he can really say he likes, but he’ll get used to it. It’s just clothes after all. The goth smiles teasingly “So how was your first day of school? Learn anything interesting?”

“Har har.” Danny replied with a roll of his eyes. “Everything went fine, mom.” he takes off his shoes before transforming back into Fenton, into his human half. He is getting used to being his ghostly self mostly full-time now. At first even a whole day was too much to handle, making him feel nauseous and off balance. But after some training it became easier and easier to be changed for longer and longer. Still, it is nice to be reunited with his back hair and blue eyes. Sam keeps saying he’s just as pale in both forms, but Danny likes to think he has more life to him this way.

“Well, mister. It’s about time to get that wound of yours cleaned.”

Before he can say anything, Sam is already making her way down the hall. With a sigh, Danny makes his way into the bathroom instead of his to his bedroom. He’d love to change, maybe get a shower, but his friends are pretty insistent on this whole “cleaning your wound everyday” business. Crazy.

Tucker comes in a moment later in his sleepwear and pulls out the first aid kit. His sleeping schedule has been all over the place since the trio arrived here. Creating fake ID’s and documentation as well as keeping up to date online to make sure that no one had found them or figured them out became a full time job for the other, only getting sleep what seemed to be every once in a while.

“I’m sorry, Tuck. I didn’t know you were asleep. I would have done it myself.”

Tucker laughs as he sits next to his friend on the side of the tub, motioning for Danny to take off his shirt. He complies. “Oh, please. We both know you wouldn’t do anything about it if left on your own.”

It was Danny’s turn to laugh as Tucker began to remove the gauze. “Well, you got me there.”

Underneath all the bandaging and gauze, the wound is still as bad as when he first got it all those months ago. A ghost had come with a cursed weapon, planning to take over Amity as all new ghosts usually do. While Team Phantom had been able to apprehend the ghost and gave them to Walker to deal with, it wasn’t without injury. Danny had been stabbed with the cursed spear in the shoulder right before the weapon could be destroyed.

The wound itself wasn’t too bad, in a sense. The pain is now dull as long as he is careful, and it had stopped bleeding after that first day. But the marks that almost look like a lichtenberg scar, criss crossing over the skin of his shoulder in a jagged maze-like pattern, started to spread. After some research and talking with Pandora, it was said that there would be a ghost here in Japan that could help. Hence the whole hiding in plain sight shtick. UA seemed to have some of the most powerful heroes and gained a lot of attention on both sides, so it was only a matter of time before he was enrolled with his “Death Mirage quirk”.

“Any luck in finding them? The ghost that can help?” Tucker asked as he rubbed disinfectant on his shoulder to keep germs and bacteria at bay.

“No, my ghost sense never went off. But it is a big building and I was outside most of today.”

Tucker nodded as he began to wrap new, clean gauze over his shoulder. Really, Danny was lucky the gym uniform covered it all. But he would most likely have to look into heavy duty make-up soon if the scars continue to spread.

Especially considering that while he’s a ghost it glows.

And yet, as Tucker packs his things away Danny can’t help but to look at the sunset out of the small bathroom window. All the colors are so bright and vibrant, illuminating the sky before night settles in. It really is no different from the ones he’s seen back home, but it brings a smile to his face either way. He can’t help but to think that he will enjoy his time here, even in these circumstances. He can picture himself now, flying above the tall buildings, looking at the stars. Maybe he could even bring his new UA friends along, show them a view from the clouds. He may not be here long, so it’s best to make the most of his time spent here, right?

There are good things coming on the horizon. He can feel it.

#dannymay2020 #dannymay prize #slight blood #AU

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tired-imagination · 4 years

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“Five Stages of Grief” - Kaoruko Awata x Reader

Oh boy, here I go, posting a Patreon (mistheartist) fic of mine.

I put a lot more angst on my Patreon and don’t worry, I am working on fics for here. This particular fic was on the $1 tier, as are almost all of my MHA fics.

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR SEASON FOUR OF MY HERO ACADEMIA

(Kaoruko Awata is the real name of Sir Nighteye’s sidekick, Bubble Girl)

“Kaoruko, it’s not your fault that he’s gone. There was nothing you could have done, you weren’t even near him when he died. Besides, he was up against an enemy that almost killed everyone around him, he wouldn’t want you to be sad. Didn’t he always want the people around him to be full of joy and laughter?”

Kaoruko buried her face into your shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. You managed to pick her up after the hospital where she had seen Nighteye pass away, and you had carried her inside of your house while she was being hysterical. You managed to get her into a large sweater and out of her hero costume, with her hero costume being in the wash. You were making hot chocolate in the kitchen, holding her close as she sobbed into your chest. She hugged herself tightly, mumbling words to herself that you weren’t able to understand. You wanted to support your best friend and give her the attention and care that she needed, but you had no understanding of what she had gone through. You knew she was suffering, but her life since she became a hero was surrounded by Nighteye. Nighteye was the person who gave her purpose, and she had just watched him die.

“He’s not dead. He can’t be dead. I don’t believe that he’s dead, I don’t believe it, I can’t believe it. He was in the prime of his life, he had everything going for him, he isn’t dead. Maybe they can bring him back?” She looked up at you, her eyes shining with tears, her bottom lip quivering. She looked like she was begging you for you to bring Nighteye back, begging for anything that could bring her boss back to life.

You left her to cry on the couch, wrapping her in a throw blanket and going to the kitchen. You poured the hot chocolate into a mug, humming gently to yourself. Kaoruko was grieving the loss of someone she cared about more than anything, the person who led her way through the world of heroes after she left the arms of UA. Nighteye was important to her, so you understood her grief, but even then you could barely understand just how much she was going through.

You made your way back to her with the hot chocolate, grabbing some cookies from the pantry and sitting next to her, giving her the items in your hands. “Kaoruko, sweetie, Bubbles, you can’t bring him back. You’re so strong and so good at what you do, I’m sure that you can get through this.”

Kaoruko took the hot chocolate and cookies, tears running down her cheeks once again. She took gentle sips of the hot chocolate, her hands shaking violently. She continued to sob to herself, mumbling incoherent words, before she threw the mug at the wall and screamed into the couch.

You grabbed onto her, holding her tightly as she screamed into your chest, punching the couch with all of her strength. She wailed into your shirt, her tears soaking through, as you ran your fingers through her hair. You tried to whisper gentle things into her ear, but they were all being drowned out by her crying. You kissed the side of her head, scratching her head gently and humming gentle lullabies into her ear. She screamed more, sometimes cursing out at the air or begging for Nighteye’s life to be traded with hers. Kaoruko dug her nails into your shoulders, sobbing more, begging for any chance she could have to see her mentor once again. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get through to her, so you sat there, powerless to make your close friend feel any better about her loss.

“Bubbles, he’s in a better place now. I’m sure that he is laughing with the funniest comedians that are up with him-”

“But you don’t understand! He shouldn’t be up there right now, he should be down here, with us, where things are warm and where he can see the result of his good work, where he can see that Mirio is okay and he can see that the raid he planned was a success, that we got the girl out safe, that everything is okay! He should be here to see that! He isn’t and I want him back, I want him home, I want to go into work and have to make a joke as I give a daily report, I need him back.”

You listened to her talk, running your fingers over her knuckles.

“I would give anything to see that happen. Even if I had to trade my own life for his, if I had to die, maybe he could be brought back. Please, just bring him back!”

“I’m sorry, Bubbles, that can’t happen.”

She collapsed onto the couch, trembling and sniffling from tears that never rolled down her cheeks. She shook her head, hugging herself tightly. “Then what’s the point? Why keep being a hero if I don’t have him beside me? He taught me everything that I know, there’s no way that I can do this without him.”

“If there’s anything that I know about Nighteye, it’s that he wouldn’t want you crying like this. Look at the good side, Bubbles, he would want you to be happy that there was only one death in this entire raid. You were up against a villain that was worse than anyone the heroes had faced before, and made it out almost completely okay. He would want you to continue being a hero who laughed and smiled and made others feel better, even when it was hard. And you don’t have to be happy right now for me, let your tears go. He would want that for you as well. But he would want you to continue your dreams and when you feel better again, to continue what he had. He left the Agency to Centipeder, and I’m sure that he will do an amazing job. You both will.”

She covered her face, whimpering gently to herself. You sat in silence for what seemed like forever, the only thing breaking that silence being her gentle sniffles from behind the fluffy sweater that she wore. Without moving her hands, she slowly laid her head on your shoulder, making a pained effort to calm her breathing. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, squeezing gently to reassure her. You looked away from her, giving her emotional space while also giving her the physical affection that she desired.

“Buddy?” she whimpered, muffled from the sweater. It had been a while since either of you had spoken, and the sun had gone down.

“Yes, Bubbles?”

“Do you really think that he’s doing okay up there?”

“Of course, Bubbles.”

“I’m sleepy.” She curled into a ball, burying her face into your shoulder even more. You wrapped the blanket around her shoulders once more, kissing her forehead. You watched her as she drifted off to sleep, her body calming down. She looked calm in her slumber, the look of peace making you smile. She had a rough day, and the next few days were going to be endless cycles of her going through her grief, but you knew she would make it out okay. You had faith in her, and she had you to help her along.

You picked her up, making sure the blanket was wrapped tight around her. You kissed her forehead gently, carrying her to your room. You tucked her into bed, making sure her head was gently on the pillow. You walked out of the room as quietly as you could, going to clean up the (now cold) hot chocolate and the shards from the mug, getting a glass of water. You brought it back to the room, setting it on the bedside table, slowly making your way back out.

“Buddy?” Her voice was small, weak, trembling as if she were about to cry again.

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay here?”

You smiled gently, turning around and getting back underneath the blanket. You kissed her forehead gently, watching as she laid on your chest, drifting back to sleep.

You definitely knew she would be okay.

#bubble girl #bubble girl x reader #kaoruko awata #kaoruko awata x reader #sir nighteye #x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha season four #fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #angst #bnha angst #mha angst

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glittermemories · 4 years

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“Rockcandy” MHA: OC Story

Okashi Shuga Hero Agency Internship

Today the students were informed that they would be joining a Hero Agency for a week. Usually kept only to second and third years, the classes of 1-a and 1-b did such and outstanding job that many heroes wanted them over others. They received offers based on the way they performed in the Sports Festival and they chose from those offers. Though the students who didn’t receive offers were still required to participate from 40 other agencies, each with their own specializations in heroism. Before the students chose an agency they still had to choose their hero names. They also had to choose an agency within two days. Mr. Aizawa told the students they had to choose their hero names. All students had a whiteboard and marker in hand “So these names will probably be temporary, but take them seriously…” He was cut off by midnight walking in “Or there will be consequences. The name you pick today could be your name for life. You better be careful or you’ll be stuck with something utterly indecent.” Shuga just kinda cringed at her and mumbled “Aren’t you a little indecent????” She watched gagged a little as she saw Mineta jump up acting like a dog while Sero and Kaminari were drooling. The other girls slightly cringed as well. The class stated “It’s Midnight!”

Mr. Aizawa looked bored as always “Yeah, she's right. Midnight will have final say over your names. That's not really my forte.” He pulled out his sleeping bag and went to take a nap. Shuga sighed at her uncle and giggled. Kirishima looked to her hearing her giggle “What is it Shuga?” She shook her head “Just my uncle, did he do that before I got here as well?” Kirishima laughed and rubbed the back of his neck “Yeah actually he did. He’s always trying to find some excuse to nap.” She laughed a little louder now “He looks like a caterpillar.” The redhead looked at the napping teacher laughing too “He does actually! I never thought about that.” As they were speaking amongst themselves and giggling the room turned and stared at them. Midnight made a cough sound “Ehem..Mrs. Okashi, is there a reason you and your boyfriend are disrupting class?” The two teens both jumped a little and she was still giggling “I-i’m sorry...pfft...Mrs. Midni-ght. It-it won’t happen a-agai-n..hehe!” Midnight smirked at her “Well I don’t think it will be too funny if I move you away from your what do you call him? Shark boy, and place you next to Mineta?” The girl immediately stopped laughing as she looked too Kirishima in horror. She heard the disgusting mumblings of the purple haired boy only to see that Kirishima had turned and threw a book at him “Stop being such a pervert and show her some respect you weirdo! Next time it won’t be a book, it will be my fist!” Shuga turned as Midnight continued to stare at her and let Mineta be hit by the book hearing an audible thunk “Well?” The pinkette blushing and feeling threatened just bowed and grabbed the back of Kirishima's head bowing him down as well “I-i’m sorry Mrs. Midnight! It- it won’t happen again! PLEASEDON’TMAKEMESITNEXTTOTHATPURPLEFREAK!”

Kirishima removed her hand from his head and held it tightly still bowing “S-sorry Mrs. Midnight ma’am!” Midnight started laughing “PFFT You should see your faces. It's adorable, the fact that he defends you and demands respect for you is very admirable. I almost lost composure when Okashi forced you to bow as well after assaulting Mineta. You two really are a cute couple.” She stopped laughing “Anyway, I think that was enough embarrassment for you two for one day. Sit back down and lets continue class.”

They both sat back in their seats still blushing “Y-yes ma’am!” After Shuga had calmed down she saw Kirishima was still blushing staring straight at his table. She squeezed his had a little and leaned on him like always. He gripped her hand back “I-i won’t let anyone say such disgusting things about you.” She smiled up at him “I know..” She slowly sat back up still holding his hand. They both put their attention back on Midnight. “I will give you a bit to come up with a name and I'll let you know if they are good or not. Then I'll let those of you who I think need to a change do so.” She sat there and the students chatted among themselves. Kirishima was talking to Bakugo and Shuga decided to stay to herself and pop her earbuds in. She put on some music and started mumbling to the song “You know who it is...I’m a goddess with a blade..”. She wrote a few names down still singing “So can you handle what were all about? Were so tough, not scared to show you up...up..” She didn’t like them so she erased it. “Can you feel the rush now?” She continued to write out more names “Ain’t nobody bringing us down...down, down, down, down,” she stopped writing part way through and did the hand movements to the song not paying attention to anyone else “they could try but we’re gonna wear the crown. You could go and another round, round, round, round. Wish ya luck but your not bringing us down, down, down, dow-” She looked up after realizing everyone was watching her again.

Kirishima looked at her “SO CUTE!!!” He hugged her tightly and the rest of the class agreed “SUPER CUTE!!” She giggled but stopped looking to Midnight. Midnight was ogling her with heart eyes “NOW I SEE WHY THEY CALL YOU THE SWEETHEART OF 1-A!!” Bakugo scoffed “She’s not that cute...maybe just a little bit.....” Midnight calmed herself “OK! Enough excitement for now! Who wants to go first???” Everyone was nervous now but a light bulb went off in Shuga’s head and she quickly wrote down her name. First up was Aoyama. He walked up and everyone looked at him they mumbled among themselves once more “Hold your breath. The Shining Hero: I can not stop twinkling!” He held up his hands and Midnight agreed to the name but shortened it to “Can’t stop twinkling” Everyone just cringed at his name “Are you kidding?!”

Next was Aishido she went with “Alien Queen” but Midnight cringed at the thought of the monstrous alien creature from that Scifi horror film “I don’t think so! Next!” Shuga just looked at her “You accepted Can’t stop twinkling but not Alien Queen...ok then..weird standards.” Everyone was slightly shaken by the first two names and decided that they all needed to come up with something good. The next one was Asui “I think I've got one! Mind if I try next?” Midnight agreed to her request “Come on up!” The green haired girl walked up to the front “I’ve had this one in mind since grade school “Rainy Season Hero: Froppy.” Midnight loved it “What a good name! It makes you sound approachable! What a great example of a name everyone will love!” Everyone cheered after that. Her name made everyone less stressed.

The next up was Kirishima “I’ve got mine too! The Sturdy Hero: Red Riot!” Midnight popped in “Red Riot? You're paying homage to the Chivalrous Hero: Crimson Riot yes?” Kirishima responded “Yeah, I want to be just like he was. He may be old school but Crimson was always my favorite hero.” She smiled “If your bearing the name of someone you look up to you have that much more to live up to.” He nodded “ I accept the challenge!” He went back to his seat as Jiro went up next. Shuga greeted him when he got back. She was fangirling, “Red Riot! Thats so...so dreamy!!” He blushed “Thanks Shuga.” She smiled brightly “It suits you so well! I just love it!” He ruffled her hair and kissed her forehead “I love you so much.” She blushed “I love you too!” Jiro walked up to the front with a small smile “The Hearing Hero: I’m Earphone Jack.” Midnight immediately approved “Now that's a good one!”

Next was Shoji “The Tentacle Hero: Tetacole” Midnight went on to say that she liked the idea of his name and how it combined tentacle and tako(octopus). After him was Sero “The Taping Hero: Cellophane.” Then Oijiro “The Martial Arts Hero: Tailman.” Then Sato “The Sweets Hero: Sugarman” Next Aishido again she shouted “PINKY!” Midnight loved it. Next was Kaminari “The Stun Gun Hero: I’m Chargebolt! Electric don’t ya think?” Of course the ravenette swooned and agreed with his name. After him was Hagakure “The Stealth Hero!: Invisible Girl!” Midnight spoke up “That really suits you!”

She asked more people to come up, Mr. Aizawa still napping in his sleeping bag “Now come on who’s up next!” Yaoyorozu went up “I hope I can live up to this name, I’m the Everything Hero: Creati.” Midnight gleefully spoke again “That puts the create in creative!” After her was Todoroki “Shoto.” The black haired woman was slightly disappointed “Just your name? That's it?” Todoroki just nodded “Mmhm.” Next was Tokoyami “Jet Black Hero: Tsukuyomi.” Midnight swooned once again “Oooh god of the night!” Then Mineta went up and everyone just kinda ignored him “Fresh-Picked Hero: Grape Juice” Next Bakugo went. He slammed his board on the stand and shouted “King Explosion Murder.” Midnight didn’t like it at all “I’m gonna say that one is a little too violent.” Bakugo yelled back at her “HUH WHAT DO YA MEAN??” Kirishima spoke up mocking him, “Why don’t you be Explosion boy?” Bakugo snapped “QUIET WEIRD HAIR!” Shuga just giggled next to him.

Ochaco was getting ready and went up as Bakugo still fought about his name. “Ok my turn. This is the name I thought of Uravity.” Midnight loved it and noticed that choosing the names went by faster than she thought it would “Ok all we have left is Bakugo who needs to rethink his, Iida, Midoriya aaaand OH Yes, Okashi!” Iida sat there writing, he was going to choose Ingenium like his brother but opted not to “Tenya” Midnight was surprised but let it go she called up Midoriya and he went to the front, he had a determined look on his face as he set down his board to show everyone. The class was shocked Kaminari spoke up “Are you sure about that?” Kirishima agreed “Yeah man, that could be your name forever.” He spoke up “Right, I used to hate it, but then something changed. I guess someone taught me that it could have a different meaning, and that had a huge impact on how I felt, so now i really like it.” He paused “Deku, that has to be my code name.” Bakugo glared while Ochaco smiled brightly. Shuga nodded with a smile as well silently agreeing on the name. She thought it was a cute name actually.

Next up was her turn she was a little nervous but quickly finished writing hers out. She slowly walked up to the front blushing, she put her board face down. Midnight noticed her sudden shyness and encouraged her “Its ok whatever name you chose will be perfect.” Bakugo yelled “WHAT?! WE DON'T KNOW WHAT HERS IS YET AND YOU ALREADY APPROVE? WHAT ABOUT MINE?” After that outburst the girl laughed “Ka-chan, your name...pfft..it sounds like a villain, of course you have to change it.” He just muttered and sat down in a huff. That was enough for her to gain her confidence back she held up the board “Ehem...I choose Magical Girl: Amaimaho.” The class was silent and Midnight held both of the girls hands “AHHHH “Sweet Magic” Its so perfect! I love it so much! Job well done I approve your name!” The class agreed and gained heart eyes everyone loved her name and told her what they thought.

She thanked them and sat back down next to Kirishima. It was now his time to swoon over her “Amaimaho! Its so cute!” He hugged her rubbing his cheek on her head “So cute! So cute! I’m glad I have such and adorable girlfriend like you!” She giggled and hugged him back “T-thank you Eijiro.” Finally Bakugo went up again he only change one word “LORD EXPLOSION MURDER!” Midnight rejected his name for a final time stating that he only changed one thing.

The students went to their respective agencies Midoriya to Gran Torino, Todoroki to Endevor, Bakugo to Best Jeanist, Iida to Manual, Ochaco to Gun Head, Asui to Selkie, Kirishima to Fourth Kind, Yaoyorozu to Uwabami, Mineta to Mt. Lady, Tokoyami to Hawks, Jiro to Death Arms, Tetsutetsu also to Fourth Kind, Kendo also to Uwabami, and Okashi also to Mt. Lady while taking special training with Mr. Aizawa.

Everyone kept in contact through texts and emails if their cities were farther away then normal. While everyone was at their internships Shuga was doing both an internship and doing training early in the morning with her uncle at 5 am, which was not something she expected him to be ok with but it was his idea. The girl woke up and went through her normal routine but instead of leaving her hair down she put it up in a high ponytail. She noticed that despite it being early she was excited instead of tired. She threw on a tank top that said “Magical girl in training” on it and some black workout pants with some pink trainers. She grabbed a spare set of clothing and other things she’d need after training for when she headed to her internship. She grabbed her wand off its stand shoving it into the bag and noticed her little furball stretch and get up “Hmm up early i see? Going to training with your uncle?” the black cat waited for Shuga to clip her red bow collar on her. Once the girl was finished she scratched her cat behind the ears “Want to come with me today Sparkle?” The roomba she had in her room awoke and started to clean up the glitter trail as the cat jumped on top of it. “Sure!” As she walked out the roomba followed and stopped at the stairs, said cat jumped on the girls shoulder.

Shuga walked down the stairs yelling to her still sleeping parents that she was off and she locked the door behind her heading out of the house. She met up with her uncle who was in his sleeping bag waiting for her at the entrance of the school. She slowly crouched down moving some of his hair out of his face “Uncle, wake up. You can’t just sleep on the street, you look homeless.” He opened an eye lazily “Well I thought to rest before you got here.” She smiled sweetly at him “I know uncle you work so hard for the whole class, even if they don’t notice it. I know why you are so tired all the time…” She stood up brushing off her pants “BUT, this was your idea and I'm excited to get started!” She held out her hand for him. He looked up into her gold eyes exasperated “Your right Sweets, lets go.” He unzipped the bag and grasped her hand as she pulled him up “I can’t wait. So what kind of training will we be doing?” He was about to answer when they heard footsteps behind them the pinkette turned around to see a purple haired boy. He looked sleepy and slightly reminded her of Aizawa. She spoke “Hi? Hitoshi? What are you doing here? Uncle?” Hitoshi looked to Mr. Aizawa “H-hey I hope i’m not late. And hey to you too Okashi-chan.”

Her uncle nodded and said “He will be training with you, we will focus more on hand to hand combat with you. Being a magical girl gives you a slight advantage, making you stronger but you have yet to have to use it, you have managed to keep enemies at a distance for an attack. This should help with close combat situations.” She nodded “Cool! This is exciting, I can’t wait to spar with you! Your quirk is so cool!” He blushed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck “Thank you.” They all continued on into an open field area by the school. She sat her stuff down by a tree, also pulling out her wand. Her cat walked up to the purple haired boy begging for pets. Luckily he loves cats. He was a little shocked when it spoke to him “Pet me! Pet me!” Shuga turned around, a ball of light surrounding her, then it dissipated leaving her in her purple hairstyle and ornament. “Give me the power of Cure Sunshine!” her ornament turned into a yellow flower with a small orange ribbon.

She put her wand away and walked up to Hitoshi “You really are a magical girl!” She giggled “That's what everyone always says. Who’s to say if I am or not? All I know is that I'm going to kick your butt!” He smirked and put the cat down “Oh really? Well then I hope you know I won't go down without a fight.” She smiled “That's what I was hoping for.” Mr. Aizawa called them over to him and taught them the basics of hand to hand and close combat. Shuga was told that she would try a small spar with Mr. Aizawa then Hitoshi so they could both grasp her strength and see what to help with . She charged up her abilities as a golden aura surrounded body like a thin cover. She popped in her earbuds and stretched for a second then stood and faced her uncle, the music pumping her up . She put her fists up like he taught her. She ran at him Aizawa not expecting what she did “Sunshine Punch!” she aimed her fist but he caught her wrist and tried to block only for her to use her arm as leverage. She flipped her body over his, so she was now behind him causing him to almost fall backward but he let her go and somehow stumbled forwards.

She used that opportunity and charged up another attack “Sunshine Kick!” He tried to use his quirk on her and erasure her quirk but it failed somehow and she landed a strong blow kicking the man a small distance away. She freaked out “UNCLE!” Hitoshi, who watched the entire thing was also shocked “His quirk didn’t affect her? Is it because they are blood related, no..could it really be…?” She ran over to help him up as he gripped his side “Uncle, your quirk! It failed? Why?” He looked as confused as she was, her cat sauntered over to her “Maybe you really are a magical girl. It could explain a lot actually.” She looked to her pet “Maybe i really am? Maybe this isn’t a quirk at all but something entirely different?” Aizawa looked a bit confused but then nodded “It's a great possibility at this point. But right now I think maybe we should call it quits for today I need to go find recovery girl…” She nodded worried, after the U.S.J. Incident he seemed more tired than usual. “B-but what about Hitoshi?” Said boy walked over to the two “I-it’s ok, I think Mr. Aizawa is more important at the moment. Plus its almost noon we’ve been training for a long time now.”

The girls eyes widened like saucers “WHAT?!” She looked at her phone “UGH HOW COULD I LET THIS HAPPEN?! MY INTERNSHIP! I have to be there in 5 minutes!” the purple haired boy looked to her again “Its ok, you go. I’ll walk with Mr.Aizawa.” Her uncle was about to protest since he would rather just go back to his sleeping bag and nap. But she gave him a stern look “You go with him. I worry about you a lot uncle. I know you are a Pro-Hero but still.” He finally just relented and agreed “Good now I have to speed off.” She looked at her phone and grabbed her bag, her cat jumping on her shoulder “Hang on sparkle we have to rush.” she held up her wand “Pretty Cure! SHINING FORTISSIMO!” She was bathed in golden light that picked her up, she shot off towards the agency faster than regular Floral Fortissimo.

She got there just in time, not even getting to change or get less sweaty. She looked kinda messy with glitter covering her body as she ran into the agency. Mt. Lady looked shocked and so did the small toddler like boy which Shuga failed to notice “I’M SORRY MA’AM I’M LATE!” The lady looked at her clock “Hmm a minute late, not too bad. But um why do you look like someone dumped a bucket of glitter on you. And where is your hero suit??” She blushed “u-uh i had special training with my uncle. Mr. Aizawa...Eraser Head. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him.” Mt. Lady laughed “Of course I know him. I’m guessing your Okashi Shuga? What's your hero name?” Shuga was blushing “Ah, its Amaimaho. And this glitter is a side effect of my quirk, so i’m sorry if I get glitter everywhere. I can bring my roomba from home next time.” The blonde laughed some more at the girls flustered state “It’s ok, how about you go get ready and come back we’ll wait for you.” The girl tilted her head to the side “We?”

She turned as she felt something grab her leg it was Mineta. The girl screeched as she kicked him off of her and into the wall “AHH Oo-h oops.” She walked to him and helped him up “Sorry about that, that's why you just don’t grab girls like that. Gosh learn some manners Mineta. If Eijiro were here he would have done worse than that.” The boy held his nose “Worth it!” She just shoved him back down “Such a pervert. I’ll be back in a moment Mt. Lady.” The blonde nodded. Shuga got situated and went back to where the others where now not covered in glitter. Mt. Lady looked up “That's your hero costume? That looks like cheap workout clothing...” She looked down “Ah no actually this is.” She pulled her wand up and held it up a ball of light surrounding her again as usual. When she came out she was in her outfit and her hair changed it color and style. Her wand grew smaller and she put it in the pouch around her waist. “I hope this is more acceptable.” The blonde smiled “Perfect, it suits you. But today we are going to do something other than fighting villains. We are going to do chores, cooking, cleaning, basics for when Hero’s have down time.” Mineta inwardly cringed and outwardly cried “WHAT! CHORES!” The girl laughed at his pain but answered Mt.Lady “Ah this is great, I'm still kinda sore from my training this morning. I’m excited to cook! I got up so early I forgot to grab the bento I made for Eijiro last night.”

Mt. Lady giggled “Oooh Eijiro? Is that a boyfriend I here?” Shuga blushed “Y-yes..he is. We’ve been together for a while now. First name basis and everything. I usually make lunch for him but I forgot it today.” The blonde spoke up “Then I guess cooking is first. After you come back from your boyfriend's place we will continue.” She blushed like a tomato “O-oh I just have to bring it to the agency he’s working at. He’s interning as well.” Mt. Lady nodded “What agency?” She thought for a moment “I believe the agency belongs to a hero named...oh what was it...OH Fourth Kind.” She smiled “Ah a chivalrous hero. Fourth Kind, I met him before. If your boyfriend is the rowdy kind he’ll whip him into shape.” She thought for a moment “Rowdy, He’s not rowdy pfft. He's strong and kind. I think that should be a good agency for him.” Well we have a long day and it already 1:30. If you want to get to him before lunch is over we should get started now. Also Mineta you can start by sweeping and mopping the office.”

The small boy cried over his suffering but went along anyways. Shuga had cooked her hardest, wiping the sweat from her brow, and admiring her handy work. It was just a basic two compartment bento. The bottom was half rice with steamed vegetables and the top was Karaage chicken, those little octopus hotdogs, rolled tomago and some fruit with a small cup of whipped cream on the side. She wrapped it up in a red flannel fabric pack and turned to Mt.Lady “Alright i’m going to head out now i’ll be back soon!” She walked out and wondered if she should use her quirk or if she should just walk there. She decided to just walk there instead. She texted Kirishima but he didn’t respond, so she sped up her walking a bit, worried that she might have missed him and he was already starting whatever his internship entailed

. Once she finally got to the Agency where Fourth Kind was she heard a small commotion inside. She slowly and quietly walked inside hearing something about idiots and tea. She saw the four armed man about to punch Kirishima which infuriated her “GOLDEN AEGIS!” she held up her one hand having to fight to hold the barrier up. Kirishima turned around “Shuga?!” Fourth Kind was shocked as he stared at the golden sunflower shield floating in front of him, “Who are you?” She glared at him “Get your meaty fists away from him! I’m Magical Girl: Amaimaho. And it looks like from what Mt. Lady said you aren’t as chivalrous as you look. Who goes around punching their interns!” Kirishima laughed and walked up to her at the misunderstanding “Shuga it’s ok. I’m sorry for the way this looks. Of course to someone who hasn’t been here it would look like he’s abusing us, but he only hits us with our quirks activated.” She walked over to him and hugged him “Sorry. I just got nervous since you didn’t answer your phone, and then hearing that I didn’t know what to think.”

He hugged her back “Well i’m alright, I’ll make sure no matter what, I'll always be ok. I will always come back to you everyday.” She pulled away and smiled “Alright! I promise to do the same then! I didn’t mean to cause such a commotion.” He just admired her bright smile when Fourth Kind started to speak “I’m sorry little lady for the misunderstanding but I require no cellphones in the workplace. Besides…” She walked up to him, smiled, and bowed “I understand Mr. Fourth Kind Sir…” but her smile turned menacing and her anguish rivaled Bakugos “But if I catch you touching my sweet shark boy again i’ll break your hands…” He backed up nervously, Tetsutetsu slowly inched behind Kirishima “Dude, your girlfriend is really scary when she’s mad.” Kirishima called out to her to distract her “Shuga. Why did you come here by the way? I mean i’m happy to see you but what about your internship?”

She immediately switched to being super sweet and she walked back over to him which in turn freaked out the other two people in the room. She held up the red flannel wrapped container “Oh! So with Mt. Lady she wanted us to focus on what to do when waiting to be called out. So basically chores. Plus...I always make you lunch…” She blushed “I-i kinda forgot about it this morning because of the early training with Eraser Head. I had to be up at 5am so I was going to grab it but rushed out of the house. I didn’t want uncle to have to wait.” He blushed as well “B-but we aren’t in classes at the moment plus you’d have to travel all the way here everyday. And if you have to be up early and then go to your internship and then come here your going to get so tired.” She looked down pouting “I always make lunch for you…always.” He hugged her giggling at her pouting face “I’m so lucky to have such a sweetheart like you. Thank you and if you ever get too tired its ok to take a break. Please promise me you will do so if that happens?” She nodded and hugged him tightly once more.

He kissed her forehead “Ok, i’m sure you have to get back to your internship now. So I'll take the bento.” She pulled away and kissed his cheek “Here you go! I hope you like it! I made your favorite! Karaage chicken. I’ll be on my way now.” She gave him one last quick kiss on the lips and ran out “Bye Eijiro! I’ll see you tomorrow!” He blushed then shook his head “That silly girl.” The other two people in the room just stared at the doorway scared and confused. A few days later Mt. Lady sent Shuga out to Hosu city to pick up some special supplies and ingredients to cook with. “Why did I have to come all the way out here for Fish? A frying pan from Hosu? a red flannel...and jeans that have “shark boy” on the legs ...IS THIS A JOKE? Where am I even supposed to find pants that say that?” She called the blonde woman “Hi. Yeah. So, like wHAT the heck is THIS LIST? SHARK BOY PANTS? A RED FLANNEL? Where do i even find pants THAT SAY THAT!!?” Mt. Lady responded “I-i thought it would be cute! Also i found them at a store there. I don’t know why they had those but I was so excited and thought of you and Kirishima. Plus think of this as a slight vacation from all the hard work you’ve been doing.”

The girl just sighed “Ok. Fine. I kinda will. I’ll be back soon though. But what is the store called anyway.” the blonde responded “It's literally called Shark Boy ...think of it sort of as Boy London but like they only have girl clothes and it's called Shark Boy. Anyway have fun byeeee!” The pink haired girl stared at her phone making a puffer fish face and then sighed and put her phone away. “Might as well get this over with.” She had acquired all of the other supplies other than the pants and a red flannel. She finally found the store and walked in looking nervous. She walked up to the counter the employee putting things in a box. She looked at him and he turned to her “Hello welcome to Shark Boy!” She gave him a strange look “Eijiro? What did you do to your hair? What are you doing in Hosu city? What about your internship?” The guy looked at her and blushed. He was the spitting image of Kirishima but with orange hair. He coughed “hehe sorry Dudette. My name is Kevin and I've like never seen you before in my life. I think I'd remember meeting a girl with pink curly hair.”

She looked at him closely, she didn’t see the scar that Kirishima has over his eye and she saw he had straight teeth like Sero instead of sharp ones. She quickly bowed “I-i’m so sorry. You look almost identical to my boyfriend, but his hair is red and he has a small scar over his right eye. He also has sharp teeth because of his quirk. A-anyway, um could you help me find a red flannel and jeans that say Shark Boy on them.” The boy told her it was ok and proceeded to help her shop around she found the items needed. The flannel had a picture of a shark on the back, the pants were skinny jeans that had the word “Shark” on one side and “Boy” on the other with a small shark on the back pocket. She paid, thanked the boy and left. As she was walking back she noticed it was getting dark. “Oh i should probably hurry and get back to Mt Lady.” As she was walking to the train station, she saw a familiar hero.

Well in her eyes a flaming trash bag. It was the number two hero Endeavor. “Oh what the hell is this?!” She inwardly cringed as she despised this man so much since she learned what he did to Todoroki. She tried to walk past only to see a girl in front of him holding what appeared to be a flaming baseball bat with nails in it. The girl seemed to be trying to threaten him. She had on a white hoodie that basically looked like a dress on her small figure. She had on those black cat tights and a tail was slowly swaying behind her. The girl also had a white mask that was cat shaped and covered her whole face. It had a poorly drawn on face. Shuga stopped “HEY! WHat do you think your doing?!”

The girl turned to her “AMAIMAHO...Shuga?! This doesn’t concern you leave! What are you even doing in Hosu City?!” Endeavor folded his arms and huffed this was clearly going to be pointless. The pinkette noticed the short girls stature “Caturnity?..Neko? Why are you trying to attack Endeavor? I mean I don’t like the human dumpster fire either but he’s the number two hero you’ll get killed!” the short girl pointed the bat at him “That...ThAT THING..HE’S A MONSTER!! I don’t even know where Touya is anymore! I can’t find him no matter how hard I try, I...I thought I had found his trail...but really it was this foul creature!” Endeavor was about to protest at them “I told you Touya is de-” but the shorter girl turned “SHUT IT FIRE BOY!” She looked at her old friend “Look I know how much Toya means to you. I know how hard you’ve searched. But this is not the way to do it and you know it!” The white clad girl snapped her fingers putting them in an alternate universe where time seemed to take an eternity. The world looked like it was in an apocalypse a flaming trash can nearby. Endeavor was frozen but could hear everything the strange girl said. The girl took off her mask to reveal her one green eye and one yellow eye both of them cat-like, the pupils slits. She removed her hood and growled lowly as tears streamed down her face, her furry ears on the top of her white hair laid flat as she gave in and dropped to the ground throwing the bat away from her.

“Touya...he was all I had besides you. But you got into UA because of your uncle and then I never saw you again. I saw him years ago. I followed him everywhere, keeping a distance, sleeping in alley near buildings he stayed in, I didn’t want to scare him away and lose him again. I knew he ran away because of that flaming jerks stupid mad desire to be number one.” Said man looked surprised and was about to say that it was impossible that whoever she followed was Touya but the cat girl gave him a look that could kill and yelled “YOU! You can never be number one, not with your sick attitude towards your own children…” She screamed “YOU CALLED HIM USELESS GARBAGE. WELL GUESS WHAT IF ANYONE IS USELESS IT'S YOU! I…..I can’t stand to look at you. HE WAS ALL I HAD AND YOU TOOK THAT FROM ME.” The man just stood there unable to move, and now unable to speak as a black creature crawled up his back and covered his mouth from behind.

The girl sat there sobbing as her head started to hurt. Shuga was kneeling next to her and hugged her tightly “Look, Don’t you worry. We’ll find him again one day trust me we will. You can come with me, mom loves you. She’ll definitely let you stay with us and i’ll convince Uncle and Mt. Lady to give you recommendations, i’m sure they’ll let you in the hero course, with your cat reflexes and alternate reality quirk i’m sure they’ll let you into U.A.” The girl looked at her “Please don’t leave me. Please! I can’t deal with anything alone anymore!” Shuga hugged her just as tightly “Never again. Now come on let's go. Can we get out of here?” Black figures started climbing on Endeavor the one covering his mouth was whispering horrifying things in his ear. The smaller girl snapped her fingers again releasing them from the scary alternate reality. Endeavor jumped slightly when he was among the regular world. He quickly regained his composure and looked at the girl “Your quirk is strong i’ll give you that. I’ll even give you a recommendation letter.”

The girls stood up and started walking past him ignoring him. The cat girl made sure she shoved him out of the way with her shoulder “I would never accept a letter from the likes of you. Your a monster.” They both walked on with Shuga carrying her bags. Unbeknownst to her that she got a text from Midoriya calling for help. The girls were unaware of the hero killer, Midoriya, Todoroki, and Iida fighting until she got on the train heading from Hosu. She read the text and immediately called her uncle “Uncle! Its Midioriya! He’s in trouble. It's the He-” He cut her off already knowing of the situation. “I know, your in Hosu right now right?” She responded “I’m already on the train! I saw the message too late…” He heard the worry in her voice “It’s ok Sweets, it can’t be helped. We already have pros and proper authority on the way. Just come back home and we’ll get it all sorted out.” She agreed with a sigh “Of course. A-also Uncle…” He didn’t respond he just waited for her “I have someone...I need your.. she needs our help.” He just said “Ok. Get home safe and we’ll take care of that too.” Shuga responded “I’m a hero in training remember? I’ll be ok. I’ll be home a bit late. Can you let mom know too please?” He agreed and they both ended the call.

Her friend was watching her. Shuga noticed her friend staring and looked back at her. The cat girl looked so tired, her clothes were clean though due to her quirks. She looked so broken. The pinkette leaned over and pet her friends head “It will be ok Neko. We’ll figure everything out. Your life won’t be so hard anymore, I promise.” The girl nuzzled her friends hand and hugged her. They rode the rest of the way home talking and catching up on the years they missed together. They got off the train, Shuga holding Neko’s hand “I have to go back to my internship for a second to drop off some stuff. Then head to my boyfriends internship he should be getting off right now so I usually walk home with him.

The cat girl blushed “Boy-friend...thats cute.” She giggled as they arrived at the first building. She took out the spare key and opened the door. She flipped on a light as she still held the cat girls hand “You can sit over there for a sec. I need to put this stuff up and then change really quick.” The girl nodded quietly and sat down awkwardly *this is a heros office? WOOW!* The pinkette came back fully changed, her hair in a ponytail and wearing the clothes she bought earlier. The cat looked at her “W-whats up with the shark-s?” Shuga blushed “U-uhh..it..ya see..it's just a long story but you’ll see soon why. Let's get going though. He’s probably waiting for me.” Shuga held out her hand and the white haired girl took it slowly. They both left and headed for Fourth Kind’s agency.

While walking she handed her an earbud “Here, let's listen to some music together. I know that used to help you calm down.” The cat girl took it happily “Is-i-s this BlackPink?” The girl nodded singing along she walked down the street dancing the moves “Boombayah!” They both laughed at her antics. When they made it to Fourth Kinds agency Kirishima was in normal clothing waiting for her. He turned as he felt her jump at him “Eijiro!” He hugged her catching her “Shuga! Hehe. I was waiting for y-Woah.” He looked behind her “I-is this...who is she? I’ve never seen a cat girl before.” The girl stood up and helped him up “Well i’d actually like you to meet my best friend. We got separated for a couple years but we ran into each other while I was in Hosu City.” Kirishima looked concerned for a moment “Hosu City? Are you ok?! I saw Midoriya’s sos.” She smiled and kissed his cheek “Yes I'm ok. We weren’t in that area of Hosu. By the time I got the sos I was already on the train with her.” she grabbed his hand and walked up to the shorter white haired girl, her ears twitching and tail moving slowly in apprehension “This is Genjitsu Neko. She’s my best friend and she’s lucky because she has two quirks. Her cat senses and reflexes. She also has an alternate reality quirk where anything can happen in there but she can only be in there for 5min at a time or it will start to affect her psychologically and mess with her cat senses” the girl shook his hand while he smiled showing his shark like teeth “Now I know why you have that attire Shuga. He’s adorable, you say I'm lucky but you have him...and i…” Her friend walked up in front of her and hugged her “Hey, hey it’s ok. Everything will be ok, we will find him ok? Meanwhile guess what?” The girl looked at her friend as her bicolored eyes watered “What?”

Shuga smiled “Shoto is in my class, soon to be our class. He goes to U.A.!” Her friend's eyes went wide “R-really! that-s ...i..” She started bawling “I’m so happy now.. Thank you Shuga…” The girl smiled at her friend as Kirishima looked at her noticing the outfit “Shark Boy?” She blushed “I-it's a long story but I hope you like it because I bought this outfit for you.” He said “You brought that to impress me?” She nodded. He laughed “Ah I might as well marry you right now.” The girl stared at him wide eyed “Do- do you mean...?” He blushed “W-well we should probably wait till we graduate. But let's think of that later.” He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder running past the white haired girl “CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!!!” The girls eyes go wide her instincts kicking in as she laughed chasing after them “NO PROBLEM SHARK BOY!”

After the internships were over the class returned to normal except with one new person. Mt.Lady had agreed to give a recommendation and after talking more with her uncle he gave one too. Evern Kirishima managed to get Fourth Kind to give the cat girl one. She was transferred into class 1-a without a hitch. Shuga walked in with a smaller person behind her. The class turned around and was about to greet her when they noticed a white tail. “HEY WHEN DID YOU GROW A TAIL SAILOR MOON?” Shuga just huffed “You know Ka-chan, as your friend I love you so believe me when I tell you, that you have the absolute worst timing when it comes to being a asshole.” The boy just looked at her “WHAT”D YOU SAY?!”

Mr. Aizawa slammed his had on the desk which was new given his regular demeanor “Hey Bakugo Shut it! Your scaring the poor girl.” the shorter girl hiding behind Shuga was shoving her face into her friends back while her tail hid between her legs. Bakugo was confused “EH STUPID. OKASHI ISN’T SCARED OF ME. I KNOW THAT FOR SURE. SO WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” Mr. Aizawa looked him in the eye “If you stop yelling we can introduce her.” Shuga turned to her friend “Look it’s ok you’ll do fine. I even got uncle to switch seats around so you can be near Shoto, and me. I have to go sit down now, but you got this.” She hugged her as her flustered friend was left to the class. The short cat girl opened her eyes slowly the green one first then yellow. Her ears lifted themselves and twitched at small sounds while her tail went back to normal. She relaxed a bit as she took in her class. They all stared at her in shock. Todoroki’s eyes widened and he sat up not believing what he was seeing.

She spoke softly “M-my name is..Genjitsu...Neko. It's nice to meet you all.” She wrote her name and its meaning on the board Genjitsu(Reality) Neko(Cat). “My quirk.. If you can’t tell is being part cat...but also..this…” She snapped her fingers and the classroom was now a field of flowers outside with a tree above for shade. The class was surprised but they liked it and cheered “Wow this is so cool!” She responded “I can put myself or others in an alternate reality for a little while. My limit is 5min and then it will affect me psychologically and mess with my cat senses. My hero name is Caturnity” She snapped her fingers again and the class went back to its normal state.

With that Todoroki stood up abruptly, everyone was shocked. The small girl saw him and teared up “Shoto!” Her quickly ran to her embracing her in tight hug. “I-i..I tried my best to find him...I found him for a while that's why I was gone for so long..but I lost him ...one day. Then I thought I picked up on his trail again...but it-it was Endeavor..” Todoroki just shushed her and walked her over to the empty seat next to him “It’s ok Neko. I know you tried your hardest.” Mr. Aizawa let the class talk among themselves to catch up and he took a nap. Somehow Bakugo’s hair stayed in that strange smoothed down style but Kirishima and Sero laughed at him making him angry enough that it went back to normal. The girls except for Genjitsu talked about their internships. Aishido is amazed by Jiro helping in a hostage situation and the rest of the girls are amazed that Asui helped take down a drug smuggling ring. Asui asks about how Uraraka and Shuga’s training went. Uraraka talks about how she has found her fighting spirit. Shuga explains that while she didn’t train under Mt. Lady for her internship she instead trained separately with her uncle and Hitoshi Shinsou. She also gives Mineta a look and he cowers in fear “Also me and Mt. Lady spent the time torturing that pervert with chores the entire time. Now he thinks girls are evil.” All the girls laughed at him.

She also explains that while she was there for the Hosu incident she was not actually there. She was doing other things when she stumbled across her old friend and only got the sos after they were both on the train. Kaminari talks about how he fawned over his Internship. Then everyone talks to Todoroki the cat girl lightly napping next to him. As well as Midoriya and Iida about the Hosu Incident. They spoke about the Hero Killer and Midoriya said he was cool, then apologized to Iida. Iida told him it was ok and that Stain’s actions were wrong despite his tenacity. He vowed to continue from then on to walk the true and proper path of a hero. Everyone started to talk in their own smaller groups. Todoroki held a small ghost of a smile as he slowly ran his hands through the cat girls hair giving her all his attention after they were separated for so long. She smiled at him lazily happy to be with her friends again, she still had a small pang in her heart for Touya. She knew they would find him again one day. And boy was she right.

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foryoumyheroes · 5 years

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Their S/O lives with Saitama and Genos

Midoriya + Bakugou + Todoroki

MHA x OPM

A/N:

I’m enjoying OPM season 2 so far!!

On one of your scheduled dates with your boyfriend, you realized that you left your phone at home. As you two walk back to your apartment you ask him one thing.

“But...keep an open mind about my living situation, okay?”

Midoriya Izuku:

Immediately this sets off warning bells inside his head and he starts to worry.

Are you being abused? Are you living inconveniently? Maybe you are struggling financially? How did he not notice this from his own significant other?

You two walk to the bad side of town and immediately Izuku starts to fret about your home life and your safety.

Your apartment building is ratty and trashed, and he’s full-on mumbling now. The two of you go up several staircases, and by the time you’re at your door, he’s ready to announce that if you needed it, he can help you if you’re struggling financially.

“My roommates should be home,” you cut him off before he could say anything. “But just so you know...they can be a bit...weird.”

Before he can, “Eh?” in response, you knock and the door slams open.

Midoriya barely has time to cry out in shock when a glowing, warm metal hand is pointed right at his face, ready to blast him to the next life.

[“Stand back, [Name]. An unidentified male is standing behind you. One-hundred and sixty-six centimeters, blood type O—”

“Calm down! That’s just my boyfriend!”]

Just as quick as it came, the hot light winds down and your roommate drops his hands with an, “Oh. Please come in then.”

Midoriya is ready to cry and drop into his knees shaking. Did he just have a near death experience?

You have to physically grip Izuku by the shoulders and lead him into your room while he leans as far away from Genos as physically possible.

You step into the apartment and a bald head pops out.

“Huh? Did I hear that [Name] has a boyfriend?” he asks. Saitama looks at Izuku and even though Saitama is so horribly plain looking, he wonders if Saitama is out to kill him too. “Oi! Genos! He looks like he just saw a ghost! What did you do?!”

You seat a dazed Izuku at the table and you leave him for a bit to look for your phone. In that time Genos managed to serve Izuku tea and apologize, and after Midoriya managed to calm his heartbeat, he notices just who your roommate is.

[“N-No way! Y-You’re Demonic Cyborg! You just started joining the Pro-Hero ranks several months ago, yet you’re already No. 17! You’ve managed to become the sixth most popular Hero in the forums since your debut! C-Can I have your autograph?”

“Oh...sure, since you are [Name]’s boyfriend.”]

Izuku forgets all about his fear and continues to talk to Genos; and if there’s one thing that Genos loves, it’s talking. They somehow get to pulling out their notebooks and diaries and they get on like a house on fire.

You find your phone, tucked as a bookmark for one of Saitama’s manga, but end up sitting at home for the rest of the day anyway.

His S/O doesn’t live with not one Pro, but two. It’s Christmas.

Saitama, Caped Baldy, is near the end of the ranks but Izuku still knows who he is.

Genos constantly refers to Saitama as an inspiration and a mentor, but unlike Genos, Saitama doesn’t have very (positive) videos showcasing his skill. But two weeks later, when the streets are ravaged by villains and all hope seems lost, Saitama comes in and saves the day with just one punch.

Caped Baldy has won himself a new number one fan, and when asked what Izuku could do for him to pay him back, Caped Baldy just claps a hand on his back.

“Take care of [Name] for me, all right?”

When he learns that Saitama’s Quirkless? Izuku cries buckets.

Bakugou Katsuki:

He just does that soft scoff and slams his hand in his pockets.

“Whatever. Can’t be worse than living with my old hag.”

He says this, but he can’t stop himself from looking you over once more. You don’t look like you might have financial issues (but he knows better to take this at face value), you don’t have any bruises on your body, you do all of your homework on time, you look like you get enough sleep, and you have a packed lunch every day. But you never mention your parents, and you’re always chasing sales like a penny-pincher.

While people say that he’s a horrible friend and partner, you’re one of the few things that he actually adores in this world. Bakugou is no idiot either. If something was wrong with your living situation, he would know.

Then you two get to a deserted, trashed part of town and he’s on edge. You get to your apartment and he’s like, “Shit, you fucking live in this dump?”

You just mumbled out a “Rent’s cheap—and my roommate’s the one that picked it.” Before you knock on your door, your feet shift ever so slightly, like you’re shielding Bakugou, and you have one hand out.

[“What the fuck are you—”

“An unknown male has entered my proximity alarm with surprising rates of anger and aggression—”

“What the fuck—?!”

You forcefully wedge yourself between the two before one sets off his palms or cannons. “No explosions! No incineration! Genos, he’s just my boyfriend!”]

Genos straightens up as if nothing was wrong and lets you in, but Bakugou doesn’t back down so easily. He’s shouting and cursing, and in no time at all your other roommate pops his head out of the room.

[“Huh? Genos, what’s wrong?”

“Fuck off, Baldy! This is none of your damned business!”

“B-Baldy?!”

“Master is very sensitive about his lack of hair! Apologize immediately!]

You walk out of the room with your phone, ready to resume your date, but Bakugou just yells at you.

“What the hell?! You live with older men and you never told me?! You know how suspicious that sounds?!”

You’re already used to this, so you just calmly respond to Katsuki. You wanted to be a stronger Hero, and you had nowhere else to go. As simple as that.

Katsuki isn’t satisfied though, and they still have a cursing, angry boy screaming at them, so Saitama just goes, “Oi, Genos, do something.”

“You wanna fight?! Let’s go fucking fight!”

You tell Bakugou it’s a bad idea to fight against Genos.

No one listens to you and they fight anyway.

Bakugou’s strong, but it isn’t surprising when Genos ruthlessly beats him. You end up dropping Katsuki off at his house, but you already know that this isn’t over yet.

Bakugou ends up going to your house almost every week to demand a rematch. Saitama would tell him to leave, but Bakugou brings groceries as a bribery every time.

When he manages to finally beat Genos in one fight, he has to go up against Saitama next.

Bakugou might as well move in with you too.

Todoroki Shouto:

Todoroki believes that even without you telling him to keep an “open mind,” he wouldn’t say anything. He’s not the judging type and he’s not in the place to judge with how his own living situation is anyway.

“Are you...hurt...or struggling at home?” is the only thing he asks when the two of you start walking.

“Huh? Oh, no, don’t worry, but my home life isn’t the most normal....”

Low key a Crazy Rich Asian, so it baffles him when he sees the state of the apartment you live in??

“Where’s the rest of it?”

“[Name], I will steal that man’s credit card and we can move in together.”

The door slams open and you barely have time to think before you’re thrown behind Todoroki and ice and fire collide on your front door.

It takes a while for the steam to clear and for the situation to de-escalate because your genkan is near irreparable.

[“[Name]...I didn’t know you were Caped Baldy and Demonic Cyborg’s love child.”

“Huh?”

“O-Oi! We’re just roommates! I’m not with Genos like that! And don’t call me Caped Baldy! It’s Saitama!”]

Todoroki barely knows of Genos, but he knows of Saitama well, because Endeavor complains about Caped Baldy all the time when that man is home.

[“You’ve caused my father a lot of irritation.”

“Huh? Your pops? Who’s that?” Saitama squints at Todoroki to get a better look. He snaps his fingers after a couple of seconds with a look of Eureka on his face. “You’re Jack o’ Lantern Panic--no...Speed Of Sound Sonic’s kid!”

“No. I don’t even know who that is.” “Saitama that’s not even remotely right.”

“H-Huh? But...don’t they kinda sound alike?”]

Endeavor doesn’t like Saitama because he thinks that Saitama is a showoff and he doesn’t like the look on Saitama’s face.

Whenever Endeavor and Saitama end up defeating the same villain No. 2 goes home and complains.

[“Oh! Endeavor! The guy with the fire beard, right? I almost punched him once on accident...I think....”

“Do you think you can punch my father again, but this time on purpose.”]

You’re able to resume your date, but when Todoroki needs training he goes to your apartment and asks to fight one of them.

It’s a good thing that Todoroki is mostly flame resistant because Genos doesn’t hold back.

Todoroki desperately wants to know the secret to Saitama’s power, but you never let Saitama finish his sentence. Todoroki can’t go bald.

Todoroki pisses his dad off by inviting the three of you to his house for hot pot. Endeavor just comes home one day and a baldie, a cyborg, and his son are just slurping noodles while looking at him straight in the eye.

He could piss his dad off even more by moving in with y’all but Saitama likes his leg space.

[“I have rent money.” “Oh. Did you bring your own futon?”]

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Tsurune Book 2 Chapter 4-Unsolicited Statement (Part 1)

To all the people who sent me messages the past month: I swear I will answer them tomorrow!

Glossary here

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

1. The word used here is sanpaku, a Japanese term referring to when the whites above or below the iris are visible. The literal translation here is “having a sanpaku with all his strength” but since that makes no sense I had to do some creative interpretation

2. I believe this refers back to the first chapter of Book 1 when Minato mistakes Masa-san for a ghost or zombie. Yokai has a lot of different meanings (since there’s so many types of them) including ghost or spirit, so that’s why Minato told everyone to forget what he just said, probably

3. This is a real game. It’s the Japanese version of the Game of Life

4. Minamoto no Tametomo (1139-1170) was a samurai with many legends, such as sinking an entire ship by shooting a single arrow into its hull and having a left arm that was four inches longer than the right one so he had a longer draw

5. If you read/watched Chihayafuru you’ll probably be familiar with the Ogura Hyakunin Isshu, which are one hundred classic poems by one hundred poets.

6. This is poem 77 by Emperor Sutoku. I used the translation here

7. Shugendou is an old religion that combines Shinto, Buddhism, local practices, etc. Apparently they train in mountains a lot

8. Altair and Vega, aka Cowherd and Weaver Girl or Hikoboshi and Orihime, are the two stars involved involved in the Tale of Cowherd and Weaver Girl, which Tanabata is centered around. The tale involves two lovers separated by the Milky Way who could only meet each other on the seventh day of the seventh month by crossing a bridge of magpies

9. You’ve probably seen this in various anime, like MHA, but a cavalry battle or chicken fight is where a team with one person is carried by three people have to take headbands from the other teams

10. The school year in Japan starts in April and ends in March, so anyone born between April and March of the next year would be in the same grade, so even though Ryouhei is born in February he is one year younger than the other boys

11. The original combined guuguu neru (which means sleeping soundly or snoring as you sleep) and schlafen. I debated whether to keep it like that or not before deciding to translate it

12. Egg drop soup is a Chinese dish of chicken broth with wispy beaten egg

13. See Chapter 2 of Book 1 for this incident

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Nanao grandly stretched towards the sky that signaled the end of the rainy season.

He was in the corridor on the third floor of the school building. As he walked, girls followed him in succession, and the other students trembled and gave way to them. Thanks to Shuu arriving at Kazemai High School a few days ago, the Nanao Fan Club was not able to admire Nanao in hakama, and they were falling into a state of starvation. Perhaps because of that reaction, he was more surrounded by girls than ever, and the boys, who felt nothing but animosity, made sour faces. However, there was a way to deal with this.

“Thanks for waiting, Kacchan!”

When he opened the classroom door and shouted that, there was Kaito, who made impressive sanpaku eyes. (1)

“I’m not a little kid, so stop coming to get me. We can go to club by ourselves, at least.”

“But Kacchan, weren’t you the one who said not to be late?”

“Good grief, what a pain.”

When Kaito stood from his seat, the girls surrounding Nanao left, scattering in all directions.

The power of the Kaito Barricade was immense. The fact that Kaito won’t sit back when it came to Nanao was a lesson etched into the bodies of those who adored and idolized Nanao. But, because he could also drove away the undesirable suitors—in other words, the girls who were secretly acting before the others—they maintained a reasonable distance as to not wake the sleeping gatekeeper.

How dependable. That kind of skill was not something one resolved to try to learn.

However, Nanao felt a little sorry.

“Nanao. Kaito-kuuun. You guys are early!”

Ryouhei ran up to them with a smile. By chance, he also met up with Minato and Seiya, and so the five walked to the kyudojo together.

Minato, who had a bandage around his left wrist, was chipper, raised his left hand as he was walking and made his tenouchi in mid-air. Similarly, Ryouhei was also pretending to shoot a bow. Seiya and Kaito kept watchful eyes on the two, who were both in a state of impatience for not being able to draw a bow sooner, so they would not get in anyone’s way. It was a charming scene with a fine combination of people, but Nanao’s heart was not there.

Because, recently, there were “footsteps” coming from an empty room in Nanao’s house.

On the second floor, there were sounds, as though a child was running lightly.

——Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Three years ago, they moved to their current house. For their parents, it was their dream home, and for Nanao and his three-years-younger sister, it was a newly built, beautiful home with large bedrooms. Their school districts changed by moving, and he and Kaito ended up going to different middle schools, but the distance between their houses hadn’t changed much and it was a comfortable home.

However, for the past few months it had become possible to hear footsteps. Although they hadn’t been deciding on a time, there were many instances of the inside of the house falling completely silent. It couldn’t be called a boast, but neither Nanao nor his parents had any psychic powers at all. They could not tell any experiences like seeing ghosts or talking to time travellers. And yet, everyone in his family had been hearing those footsteps. Thanks to that, it was a bit scary to stay home alone.

When he talked about it during their break in club practice, the girls covered their mouths with their hands.

“Uwah, scary!”

“Isn’t that really dangerous?”

Seiya mimicked Nanao’s tone.

“…There’s footsteps coming from an empty room, you know? On the second floor, there’re sounds, like a little kid is running lightly… Tap, tap, tap, tap…”

“Stop——!”

“Takehaya-kun, you’re awful—!”

Seiya gave a little chuckle.

“Sorry. But, what is that phenomenon, really? There’s also the possibility of rats, tanukis, or weasels.”

Nanao shook his head.

“Nope. We called someone to check to see whether or not there are small animals settling in the attic, but there was nothing unusual.”

“Is that so, hmm.”

Minato, quietly listening to everyone talk, muttered just a few words.

“A little kid’s footsteps…that sounds like a zashiki-warashi…”

“Zashiki-warashi…that’s the yokai that looks like a child and brings luck to those who see it, right?”

“Ah, no, forget what I said!”

At the word “yokai”, Minato hurriedly withdrew his remark. Beside him, Masa-san was holding back a laugh. (2)

Ryouhei’s eyes were sparkling.

“Awesome! Having a zashiki-warashi live with you is the best. I wanna meet it too! I wish one would come to my place as well.”

Hearing that, Kaito wrinkled his brow.

“Ryouhei, aren’t you no good with spirits?”

“Nah. I hate ghosts, but I like yokai.”

“Once again, the distinction between what you like and don’t like is practically nonexistent. How are they different?”

“They’re completely different. Ghosts are scary, but I want to be friends with yokai.”

“Yeah, I don’t get it at all.”

Next to Kaito, whose brow wrinkle was getting deeper and deeper, Nanao was thinking.

I see, so there is also that kind of explanation. If I think that, then those footsteps aren’t scary.

They’re lucky footsteps.

If that’s the case, let’s warmly welcome our sudden visitor.

A corner of Nanao’s mouth lifted.

The next day, the place Ryouhei headed for was a large estate surrounded by white walls.

Even when standing before the gate, the only thing that could be seen was a single path leading to the forest, and the essential residence could not be seen anywhere. Ryouhei could not hide his surprise at how a place like this was owned by one person.

“What a huge place. I wonder if this is the intercom?”

Ryouhei pressed the button.

“Sorry for how sudden this is. This is Yamanouchi Ryouhei from Kazemai High School speaking. Is Fujiwara Shuu-kun at home?”

“——Please excuse me, but have you made an arrangement with him?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“——I am afraid I must decline visits from those who have not made arrangements beforehand. I am sorry.”

“I understand.”

Ryouhei hummed while he walked along the white wall.

When Shuu returned home that evening, the butler, Toujou, was waiting for him. He seemed somewhat agitated.

“Yamanouchi—Ryouhei came here?”

“Yes. As he had been waiting before the gate for a long time, I allowed him to enter, based on my judgement. Please forgive me.”

“No, it’s no problem.”

“And, there is another matter. To tell the truth, I, Toujou, unintentionally succumbed to my youthful impulses… That young man is quite strong. I was overwhelmingly defeated.”

“Defeated?”

Toujou was speaking in an unusually roundabout way. In the first place, it was the first time he showed in a guest without confirming with him. Shuu opened the door to the guest room.

The room was decorated with a bamboo for Tanabata that was so tall it almost reached the ceiling. A single table was placed in the center of the room, and sitting in front of it was Ryouhei, who grinned at Shuu from ear-to-ear when he noticed him. He could practically see the illusion of a tail wagging back and forth. What’s more, to his surprise, even his little sister Sae and his mother were there.

Shuu felt vertigo and pressed his hand to his forehead.

“Shuu-niisama, welcome home!”

“…What are all of you having so much fun with?”

“It’s a board game, Shuu-niisama. Sae has made a lot of children!”

“Children?”

Sae showed him a Japanese board game with the slogan, “Life has many ups and downs. Aim to be a billionaire!” (3) His grandfather left it to him as a present when he was young. You spun a roulette and advanced your piece by the number of spaces you got, and aimed for the goal indicated on whichever space you landed on. The pieces were in the shape of automobiles, and pins of people were inserted into the seats, but as children were born, the number of pins riding in the car also increased. Sae’s car piece was full.

“Will Shuu-niisama be joining us next?”

“No, please, the four of you should continue on like this.”

At Shuu, who declined, Ryouhei grinned meaningfully.

“In that case, I guess you don’t feel like beating me?”

“…Alright. Let’s do this.”

After the game began, toy banknotes went flying. Thirty minutes later, the winning order was decided with Shuu’s mother in first, followed by Sae, Ryouhei, Toujou, and Shuu. Shuu could not accept himself being in last place, but it felt fresh having those faces surround the table. Afterwards, they played many other games, and then took dinner together. When the meal was finished, Sae was completely attached to Ryouhei.

Ryouhei sat next to Sae on the couch, and showed her something on his phone. It was the figure of Shuu drawing his bow at Kazemai High School.

“Shuu-niisama is so amazing! He looks so heroic!”

“For the Japanese bow, there aren’t only two choices of hitting or missing, and hitting correctly is in itself incredibly hard. Shuu-kun is super amazing. He is already a god.”

Shuu’s mother put a slim finger to her mouth.

“Well, I had thought that getting the highest score comes from hitting the centre of the target…”

Sae grasped Ryouhei’s hand.

“Shuu-niisama doesn’t talk about it at all. He told us not to come and cheer him on.”

“Hey, Sae.”

“Isn’t it okay? Ryouhei-san, could you please give me this picture?”

“Gladly.”

Sae borrowed her mother’s phone and took Shuu’s picture, then gently hugged it close.

“Well then, I also have a gift. Please write on it by time you go home and tie it on the tree.”

A strip of paper for Tanabata was placed in Ryouhei’s hand.

Shuu and Ryouhei moved to Shuu’s room.

The sight of his always prim mother swinging from joy to sorrow was strange and lovely. It had been a long time since he had heard his mother’s laughter from up close.

“Sorry about that, Sae said something unreasonable.”

“Not at all. Your mom is really pretty. As expected of a parent and child, you really look a lot like her.”

Shuu was shocked.

“…Where do you think we are alike?”

“When we were getting in the bath at the hotel we were staying at for the regional tournament, I saw you washing your hair, but I think it’s around the nape of your neck or behind your ears, like, the back of your head.”

“The ‘back of our heads’ are alike…?”

“Yeah, exactly alike. When you and Sae-chan and your mom are together, you really get the sense of, 'This is the bloodline.’”

At Ryouhei, who stated that so definitively, Shuu burst into laughter. Normally, when people said that they were alike, it was their eyes, voice, way of speaking, and other traits like that. That unexpected answer was unbearably funny.

He felt like that even if he and Ryouhei were standing in the same place, the scenery they both saw would be different. Ryouhei’s everyday was brimming with new discoveries, and it was brightly coloured.

“By the way, what kind of business did you have here, Ryouhei?”

“That’s right. I wanted to repay you for lending me your arrow.”

Ryouhei handed him an amulet.

“It’s from a shrine famous for the guardian of sports and Emperor Sutoku, but the god of improvement in kyudo is also enshrined there. My dad had a business trip so I asked him to get me one. You’re also matching with Minato and the other guys.”

“Thank you. This will encourage me.”

Shuu accepted the small pouch.

When it came to historical archery masters, the name of Nasu no Yoichi, who shot through a fan on a ship during the Genpei War, would come foremost to mind, but the person who was deified at the shrine was Minamoto no Tametomo, the eighth son of Tameyoshi and military commander during the Heian era who was said to have used a powerful bow and was unparalleled. Legendary tales of him, such as him being a giant who was over two meters tall and his left arm being longer than his right arm, and that it took five people to string his bow, remained through the ages. (4)

On the other hand, Emperor Sutoku was the seventy-fifth emperor, and famous as one of the poets for the Ogura Hyakunin Isshu. (5)

Though a swift stream is

Divided by a boulder

In its headlong flow,

Though divided, on it rushes,

And at last unites again. (6)

——The flow of a river is swift, and even if it is blocked by a rock and divided, I believe I will definitely meet with you——.

This poem was regarded as a love poem, and it still attracted the hearts of many women even now. It seemed that the feeling of longing for someone remained unchanged in any age.

Thought was humanity itself.

It was something brought into existence by people.

People were always thinking something. They were creatures who could not stop thinking.

Practitioners of Shugendou (7) meditate and become ascetics as a means to suppress the “thoughts” which were brought about by people, in order to reach the level of the gods and Buddha. By casting away worldly thoughts, which were part of a wicked heart, with the chanting of sutras and the relentless sounds of waterfalls, and by being forced to concentrate intensely under the circumstances of being side-by-side with death, one would recall the bodily intuitions which were naturally endowed humans, as living things.

Words were thinking itself. Those who were able to not think of anything without training to do so were probably babies who had yet to learn words, people who were sleeping, and the dead.

Reaching the level of the gods?

Babies and the dead—— ?

The wind that came dancing in from the window blew through Shuu’s and Ryouhei’s hair.

“Ryouhei…I can see it now. I found the hidden door…”

“Hidden door? Where is it?”

“You can also find it. Follow me, I’ll be waiting.”

“Shuu-kun, don’t say difficult things like that. I don’t really understand, but okay.”

Ryouhei laughed lightly, carefreely.

Let’s open that door.

A spiral staircase leading upwards is there.

A staircase that has the same shape as DNA. Inherited memories.

To the place we must aim for.

To where light is shining——.

Before he went home, Ryouhei tied the strip of paper, on which he had written, “Family trip to the southern islands”, to the bamboo.

“Shuu-kun, what did you write?”

“Nothing. Just my name.”

“Oh, so it’s a wish only the other person knows. Mm, I hope it comes true.”

Shuu smiled gently.

In his head, Ryouhei recited the words Sae whispered into his ear when she gave him the paper.

“This is kept a secret from Shuu-niisama, but when you write your wish here, it is not Altair-sama and Vega-sama who grants it, but Father——.” (8)

After his committee meeting, Nanao went to the kyudojo by himself. There were only a few scattered signs of people in the school, probably because most students were either already going to club activities or going home.

With the Nanao Fan Club no longer shadowing him, Nanao regained his everyday life. There were still the sounds of a child’s footsteps at his house, but it was charming if he thought of it as the mischief of a zashiki-warashi. With this, he was able to concentrate on practicing until the national tournament in August.

As he was walking in the hallway with a light gait, some people who were passing by deliberately bumped into him.

They were three third-year boys.

“Oh, sorry. No girls today, Nanao-sama?”

“You’re going to club now? Kyudo doesn’t suit a shallow guy like you at all. Or are you aimin’ for a university sports recommendation spot? Doesn’t seem like you’d have a lot of rivals for kyudo. Maybe I should do it too!”

“What about Kacchan?”

“Kacchaaaan!”

Nanao clenched his fists behind his back before the third-year boys whose faces were distorted in loud laughter.

Don’t say my cousin’s name with your filthy mouths——.

He wanted to say that.

He wanted to punch them hard.

However, if he caused trouble here, he would be playing into his opponents’ hands. If Nanao caused a problem, he would then not be able to go to the national tournament. Because their own activities for their future courses were going badly, they were looking for an unwitting scapegoat. At their cores, they were not dissatisfied with the other person, but irritation at themselves for not being able to study for university entrance exams, even though they thought they must do it.

“Yo, Nanao-chan, why so quiet?”

It happened when one of them roughly grabbed Nanao’s collar, and Nanao glared back at him. Someone ran in from ahead of his field of vision and tackled Nanao.

Ryouhei held Nanao, carried him over his shoulder, and ran away as they were. At this extremely sudden event, the left behind third-year boys stood still, open-mouthed.

Nanao was carried on Ryouhei’s shoulder, folded in half around his waist, until they passed through the hallway.

“…Ryouhei, could you put me down soon? There’s a lot of pressure on my stomach and it hurts, and blood is rushing to my head.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Nanao stretched his body with a sigh after he was dropped onto the ground. He had often been the one to ride on top in cavalry battles (9), but being a high schooler and getting shouldered like a sack of rice was proof that one never knew what was going to happen in life.

After he fixed his disheveled hair, he looked at Ryouhei and saw that he was frowning.

“I went to get something I forgot in the classroom, but does that kind of thing happen a lot? Why did you stay quiet even though they said all that to you?”

“It’s not like I don’t understand their feelings. We were walking in a big group and I guess it was an eyesore. Since a long time ago, I’ve been raved about by girls, which means that I’m trashed by the boys. I guess I’m, like, used to it.”

“Don’t get used to that kind of thing. It makes me sad.”

“Ryouhei…”

“So, I’ll listen instead. Tell me all about it, Nanao.”

Ryouhei’s earnest eyes pierced through Nanao.

The reason why so many people could not refuse Ryouhei’s requests was probably because rather than it being Ryouhei’s own desire, he seemed to have read the other person’s mind. He correctly guessed the hidden wish that the person concerned had not even noticed themselves. And, Ryouhei did not notice it either.

“I see, mm. Alright, then can I complain for a bit?”

Nanao opened his mouth wide.

“If you want to complain, come tell me one by one, not in a group! And, who the hell’s putting trash in my shoe cupboard and desk! Don’t do this sneaky, petty harassment. Don’t freakin’ underestimate me just because I’m short!”

“Yep, yep…hmm? Short?”

“While I’m at it, I’ll tell you this too. Even though you were born after me, why the hell did you grow so much taller! It’s unfair, you know!”

Ryouhei was born in February. (10) He scratched his head.

“I guess it’s because I do bouldering at the community center and I hang down? Also, maybe it’s because I sleep a lot. Since you aren’t conscious when you’re sleeping, the energy used by my brain might have been used for growing.”

“They do say that a sleeping child grows well. I’ll sleep a lot from now on too.”

“Yeah, sleep, sleep!”

“In German, sleeping is ’schlafen’, so combine it with 'snoring’, (11) and let’s call sleeping a lot 'snorefen’.”

“I want to snorefen?”

“Let us snorefen?”

The two clutched their stomachs as they laughed. If Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo were there, they would probably have no idea what was so funny. The dumb conversations of boys were undecipherable codes to girls.

“That’s right, Ryouhei. Listen to one more thing I have to say.”

Nanao winked.

The area, which had undergone land readjustment, brought to mind the image of a Northern European townscape. The roadside trees were still young, and houses with the newest designs stood in rows.

Ryouhei was standing before Nanao’s house. The other Kazemai kyudo boys were also carrying supermarket bags in addition to their own luggage.

Nanao’s parents’ hobby was overseas travel. Moreover, they were free-spirited backpackers who loved budget travelling without knowing their whereabouts. On that day as well, they left without advance notice, and since his sister was staying at a friend’s house, Nanao was staying at home by himself. When Ryouhei heard about that, the first thing that came out of his mouth was,

“Let’s go meet the zashiki-warashi!”

And so, under the guise of a study meeting, this halfway test of courage was held.

Ryouhei tied the strings of his apron and took out foodstuff from the bags. He was responsible for the arrangement of the salad. Minato wrapped dumpling wrappers around the ingredients with practiced movements. Surprisingly, Kaito was also good at wrapping dumplings. Nanao and Seiya finished deep-frying the chicken and making the egg drop soup (12), respectively.

“Seiya, could it be that we’re really good at cooking?”

“Yep. I think we can probably live on our own right away.”

They sat at the table, and then Minato removed the lid of the hot plate. The room was filled with the smell of dumplings. They stretched out their chopsticks as though to say, “Finally!”

“Ittadakimaaaasu. Whoa, it’s really tasty! This is super good!”

Ryouhei was vigorously stuffing his cheeks, and Nanao also looked satisfied.

“How about that fried chicken and dumplings? There’s no way the zashiki-warashi wouldn’t come out if we make it smell such a nice smell, right?”

“Let’s set some aside for it. It’ll be disappointed if we have nothing for it, even though it took the trouble of coming here.”

Kaito spoke.

“You guys actually believe in it? Isn’t it just Nanao being scared?”

“And yet, didn’t you stop coming to my house for a while when you heard about the kid’s footsteps, Kacchan?”

“Shut up,” Kaito said, then gulped down his Oolong tea.

After they finished eating, they played games in the room. Nanao’s house was well-equipped with game consoles ranging from stationary to portable, and the number of games was impressive as well. They took turns entering the bath, and gamed until it was late.

They got tired of talking and soon decided to enter their futons. After they laid out their futons out in the guest room on the first floor, Ryouhei threw himself down, lying spread-eagled.

“The zashiki-warashi didn’t show up at all.”

“We might have been too noisy. If anything, there are lots of times when it’s quiet. I guess it’ll be a game once we enter our futons.”

They lowered their voices and waited for that time to come. However, even after one hour, there was not one sound. Before they knew, all five of them fell asleep.

Suddenly, Ryouhei woke up. He saw that it was still the middle of the night from his phone that was next to his pillow. Nanao, who should have been sleeping next to him, was not there. He wondered if he went to the washroom, but he never returned. Ryouhei left the room that was filled with the sounds of sleep.

He stood down the stairs and saw light coming from the second floor. He climbed the stairs, as though drawn in by the light.

He peeked into the room where the light was coming from, but there was no one there. The window was left open, and the night sky spread out outside the window. Wondering if it was carelessness after all, he entered the room to close the window. When he placed his hand on it, there was a sudden voice.

“Oh, don’t close it.”

When he poked his head out the window, he saw Nanao sitting on the roof of the first floor.

“What are you doing?”

Nanao pointed up at the sky.

“Look, a sky full of stars.”

“Can I join you?”

“Sure.”

Ryouhei sat next to Nanao on the roof. It was chilly and the soles of his feet were cool.

It was a starry night.

A star fell soundlessly.

Moonlit nights were nice, but nights where the moon was hidden were also special. The tiny stars that couldn’t be seen normally twinkled. Words failed him before that beautiful sight.

Ryouhei sighed.

“Is Kacchan sleeping?”

“Yep.”

“Good. He’s the one who’s scared, so I was wondering if he was too afraid to sleep.”

“Nanao, could it be that you’re Kaito’s guardian?”

“What, no way, too much work. Ryouhei, what’s your wish for the zashiki-warashi?”

“A family trip.”

“Ooh, that sounds nice. Like to a hot spring?”

“…My sister is timid, so she can’t leave the house. She’s been shutting herself in our house for a long time.”

“…Huh?”

Ryouhei looked up at the night sky.

“My sister is kind, smart, and athletic—a sister I can really brag about, but apparently there are people who hate that. At the school she transferred to, there was an unspoken understanding to not stand out more than so-and-so, but she didn’t realize that and did her best for everything. That’s why she ended up not going to school anymore.”

“Is that so… That’s terrible.”

“She found the ’Kaeru kerokerote e pero kero’ you taught me really funny. (13) You’re a genius at words that goes down well with her.”

“Well, as expected of the great me.”

“But, sometimes I can’t understand her. She says she doesn’t want to see me, and yet when I leave home for competitions, she orders me to call her… I don’t get her at all.”

“Oh, that’s because she spoils you. I think that if you try talking a bit selfishly to her, she would be relieved… Though if you try to test another person like that, they might leave instead.”

“She spoils me? No way. I’m worried if I did anything to make her hate me, but in the end, I can’t do anything.”

“I don’t think she hates you at all, in fact, I think she loves you. It’s really reassuring to have someone by your side.”

“I wonder about that…”

“You can bet on that, because I said it. Believe in me, 'kay?”

Nanao said, shining brilliantly with his back against the stars.

It was as though he was being told that by a prince. If the girls from the fan club were there, they probably would have swooned.

“Yeah. You’re Nanao-sama, after all.”

“That’s right. And, since you listened to me talk about my stuff the other day, next time, tell me more about anything that’s going on with you, like about your sister.”

“…Okay.”

He was wondering if he really had to talk about his sister, but Nanao listened to him without making fun or turning too serious and gloomy. Minato and Seiya knew about it, and that was precisely why he never mentioned her with them. He wanted the image of her in their minds to be as cool as she used to be.

When I meet with everyone, I’m so happy, I have so much fun, and I can’t help but feel pumped.

Right after the two brought their faces together and smiled, a boy with the face of a Deva king appeared.

“Hey, what the hell are you guys talking about in the middle of the night?”

“Kacchan!”

Kaito crossed over the window frame and sat between Nanao and Ryouhei.

“It’s pretty cold here. You guys need to get to bed soon.”

“But what are you doing, getting up in the middle of the night, Kacchan?”

“The two of you were gone when I woke up, so of course I would have to come and see what’s going on.”

“Pretty sure you woke up because you were scared, though.”

It happened when Nanao squinted.

——Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Footsteps.

The three exchanged glances.

“I could really hear the footsteps! So cool!”

“Isn’t it just someone who got up?” Kaito said.

“No, that’s definitely the sound of a little kid running!” Nanao said.

Ryouhei turned towards the house and placed his hands together.

“Zashiki-warashi-chan, please grant my wish!”

Nanao and Kaito also placed their hands together. Nanao sent a glance at Kaito.

“You have a wish too, Kacchan?”

“No, I’m just doing it because I got dragged into this.”

“Whaaaaat, that’s such a waste.”

“And what are you wishing for?”

“…It’s a secret.”

——Tap, tap, tap, tap.

The footsteps came again.

Right when Nanao and Kaito closed their mouths, somebody’s voice leaked from next door.

“Kou-chan, no running inside the house! It’s the middle of the night!”

The three looked at each other.

——The true identity of the zashiki-warashi is Kou-chan!?

The baby from the house next door, who still couldn’t walk yet when they moved there, had started walking, and it had only been the sound of the baby running around in the house that travelled into the adjoining Nanao’s house. He never knew that sounds from next door could be heard so well in wooden houses.

The three stared at each other for a minute, and then Nanao and Ryouhei burst into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.

“What the hell were we doing, making our wishes to 'Kou-chan…’ Isn’t it one in the morning right now? Why is a little kid getting up so late at night?”

“I heard that babies are still bad at sleeping, so they inadvertently go to bed in the evening and get really energetic at night. But I can’t help it, this is too funny…”

Ryouhei couldn’t stop crying from laughter, and Kaito was too amazed to say anything.

In the end, Minato and Seiya also got up, and they also went up to the roof.

The five gazed at the starry sky for a long while.

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12 Days of Christmas Challenge Day 12

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Day 12: Christmas Morning/ “I’ll be home for Christmas I promise.”

Having a pro hero as your boyfriend definitely has its ups and downs. And one of those downs is that they’re constantly busy and there isn’t much free time on their hands. And if you have Bakugo Katsuki—the Bakugo Katsuki who always wants to be at the top and is always working hard in order to get his goals—as your boyfriend, he really wouldn’t have a lot of time to be all lovey-dovey. He even warned you about it before you two went into a relationship.

And that’s how you ended up in your shared apartment alone longing for your partner on your side on this holiday season. But you also know that he has a really important assignment to finish. You’d think that society’s bad guys would actually take a rest during holidays, but it’s actually quite the opposite. Making heroes even more busy handling big and petty crimes. But despite this, you couldn’t stop yourself from calling him. Even if you couldn’t see him, you’ll still be happy if you could hear him.

You did your best not to squeal in excitement when you heard through the phone that he picked up. “Hey Katsuki~ How are you? I really miss you!”

“(Name), I understand that you miss me but I’m really busy right now. I’m sorry.”

“Oh don’t worry about it. I was just checking on you.”

“Well, everything is shit; everyone is shit and—Hey! DON’T FILE THAT IN THERE! YOU WANT TO STAY HERE FOR ANOTHER WEEK FOR MISPLACING PAPERWORK?!—Sorry about that.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his attitude which you missed. “Again, don’t worry about it just wanted to get an update with your work. Are there any progress?” You heard him sigh on the other end and you instantly knew what his answer will be.

Bakugo also knew that she already figured it out “…Sorry.”

“No no, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. It’s your job.” she said but even she can hear the sad tone of her voice, scolding herself a little for making her emotions go through the phone. She didn’t want to make him feel bad. He doesn’t deserve to feel bad, he’s been working hard. He deserves rewards for all of that hard work. So as to not cause any more damage, she decided to hang up “Well, sorry for disturbing you. I’ll just talk to you later bye!”

Bakugo didn’t get to say goodbye in return making him a little upset. “Was that your girl sir?”

“Shut up, it’s none of your business.”

“I heard the boss is planning on surprising his girlfriend this Christmas.”

“And I heard that your boss will lock you in this office if you don’t stop blabbering away wasting my time! Now hurry and finish up or I will lock you both up in here!”

“Yes sir!” the two said before furiously typing away at their desktop.

Bakugo clicked his tongue at his workers before his eyes landed on his luggage packed and ready to go. Bakugo was planning on getting home on Christmas day to surprise his girlfriend since she isn’t the only one to miss the company of their partner. It’s currently in the night of Christmas Eve and he’s planning on surprising her on Christmas morning.

Bakugo spent the night in his office, organizing everything, double checking every little detail so that his vacation could go uninterrupted. He got a little bit of rest but decided to just head home. He got home right around 4 AM. He quietly entered their apartment, leaving his luggage at the door telling himself that he’ll handle it later that day.

He took a quick peek in their room and saw her right there, sleeping peacefully. Now you were a very heavy sleeper and is a fact that Bakugo knows well. So he took advantage of it and settled right next to you in the bed. He cuddled you which you happily returned in your sleep making him pull you closer even more. And just like that, he was out like a light, warm in his bed with you in his arms.

The next morning, you woke up incredibly warm and very cuddly. So on instinct, you crawled closer to the source of the warmth. When you noticed that the source of the warmth tightened around her whom she soon realized is a person. She looked up and she met a pair of crimson red eyes watching her. You can recognize that pair of eyes from a mile away.

“What time did you sleep last night? It’s 10 AM right now. Either that or you just enjoy sleeping with me?”

“KATSUKI!!!” she exclaimed tackling him in a hug. “You’re here! Wait, I thought you still have stuff to do at your firm?” you asked pulling away from the hug to look at him

“I’m already finished with it since I’m amazing.”

“Well I’m glad that you’re amazing cause you’re finally home!” you said hugging him again.

“Definitely. Are you surprised?”

“Very surprised!” you said still hugging him “Um, it’s Christmas morning shouldn’t we start opening presents?”

“I didn’t get you anything.” Bakugo said pulling her down the bed to continue cuddling with her.

“Oh thank goodness, I didn’t get you anything either. But as cheesy as it is, you being here is the greatest gift I could ever get.”

“Well the greatest gift I got is a make out session.”

“Huh, what make out sess—“ she was instantly silenced by his lips. She eventually figured out what he wanted and went along with it. Besides, it’s the least she could do to for all his hard work.

And so all afternoon was spent on keeping each other’s faces.

I had fun participating in this Challenge. And I hope I get into more writing in the future. I do like writing, I’ve written in the past, but sometimes I’m just too shy to put my works out there. So hopefully this will kickstart me starting to post my stuff.

Also, I have another story that was supposed to be for this prompt but I couldn’t finish it in time so I made up something on the go. Why did I make a new story instead of just continuing the other one? I don’t know, probably because I just wanted to put out something on this exact same day. But what I do know is that I will be finishing it and I will be posting it. Probably reblogging it to this post. So if you’re interested in it, keep an eye out.

It’s the prompt “I’ll be home for Christmas I promise.” and it is centered on Deku.

#bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #writing #day twelve #'i'll be home for christmas i promise'#12-24-18 #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 5 years

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I’ll be rolling out the tags around about the time of this post.

Sarazanmai 3

Kisu = kissu (kiss). Update: Or kisu (on the right side of my equation). You do you, subbers.

Goma-ae.

Gomennassara! (Oh, I get it…!)

It never occurred to me that a “micanga” was a bead or small pierced round object of some sort. I thought it was a race track sort of thing, but for soccer. Update: It’s a bracelet/anklet thing.

Wait, so what brought on this change of heart from Kazuki??? Is it like the 1st episode, where it was a daydream that was cleverly presented as real? Update: Yep.

Oh…have you noticed all the victims of Reo and Mabu’s scheme are men of the NEET/freeter age, or approaching that?

Notably, the signature pose of the Sarazanmai seems to be similar to the one Kazuki and Enta did in the soccer team.

I find it interesting that Enta is now the initiator of the Sarazanmai and thus the one to steal the shirikodama. I mean, he used to be the one with the least stakes in the Dish of Hope scenario…and now look at him!

Ooh, Toi is sharpening his ruler! (Or whatever you do in Touken Ranbu with that lil’ beater of his.)

Oh wait, I forgot Ikuhara always has a last-minute twist! Go back, go back!

It seems like Haruka has some kind of illness…hmm. Update: Oh, it’s not an illness per se…spoke too soon.

Haruka’s talking about the Little Prince…hmm. Last time I really bothered to engage with that story in any form was Star Driver.

Fruits Basket 2

I don’t think I ever really chose a side on the Kyo vs Yuki debate, but I guess I always subtly sided with Yuki (even though the end pairing is Tohru and *bleep*). <- sorry, had to censor myself

“It’s important for me to get to school every day!”

Kabedon! Eeeeee! (LOL, I really am a squealy person at heart, aren’t I?)

The writing says “she misheard [what Yuki said] as ‘being sick’”, so it was quite lucky that the word “sickened” worked in context.

Yuki has some mad ninja skills…LOL.

Shigure in a suit looks goooooooooood, man (<- gender neutral use of “man”).

“…the days ahead will be fun.” – Oh, Tohru, you don’t know how wrong you are…(says someone who completed the manga)

Fruits Basket 3

I’m hearing the OP for the first time…and it sounds like an ED. (Probably because I read some impressions that said the same thing earlier today.)

“…included in the zodiac?”

Ooh! Momiji! Wait, er…I didn’t expect him to be so high-pitched…

Lookit the tiny cat icon on the side! It’s cute!!!

*yells* It’s Kagura!!!!!!!! She ain’t my favourite, but man, is it great to see another familiar face!

I’ve been wondering what the title meant when it said “what year is she?” It means “year of the zodiac”.

Fruits Basket 4

“Shii-chan”…?

Kyo-kun ran away before Kagura even started making dinner…

Was Kyo’s katsudon a joke…? (Cats-udon, geddit?...No?)

“…marriage is a girl’s greatest dream.” – That used to be so, Tohru…nowadays, it ain’t.

Lookit how Kyo’s eyes lit up when he talks about his teacher!

OPM 2 2

That title’s…even more counterintuitive than “OPM 2 1”…hmm.

It’s…kind of dark right now.

I think there was bourbon on the counter. Someone likes to drink around here…

I guess with the mass animation exodus, OPM seems kinda…monologue-y. And cheap…

…nope, I take back my words. They were merely saving up for this action scene.

BSD 28 (S3 Ep 3)

Seriously, what are those metal things Dazai was wearing? Anyways, I like how it’s absolutely the norm that Chuuya swears now and I was part of forming that. Because I don’t swear a lot, I think Chuuya makes a nice outlet for my own frustrations...that’s what could be said, anyway.

D’aww. Someone acknowledges Chuuya’s identity. Ain’t that grand? (Now you see why I like Chuuya more than Dazai these days, huh?)

Come to think of it…a person hasn’t died in this show for a while, have they? It just goes to show you that despite one of its major stars being a guy obsessed with shinjuu (double suicide), the creators seem to be emphasising the sanctity of life itself.

Oh, I never thought they had an explanation for Dazai’s coat…

What is the age difference between Chuuya and Dazai anyway??? They’re both 15 during the LN that’s called that, but the exact difference…what is it? Update: Dazai’s birthday is June 19th and Chuuya’s is April 29th, so the difference is 1 month and 21 days (using the idea that 7 days = a week and May is 30 days, that’s 51 days in all).

Ooh, we’re getting Fyodor, Ace and the unnamed kid soon, aren’t we? That also means we’re in unknown territory for myself, too…hmm.

OPM 2 3

When did Saitama last meet Charanko anyway? Charanko is voiced by Toshiki Masuda, so I would’ve kept an eye out for him, but the art shift and the years between seasons mean I don’t remember anymore.

Oof, “justice crashed Mumen Rider’s head” is more like it.

CGI banana…Just saying “CGI banana” is funny.

Kimetsu no Yaiba 4

Headpats, headpats all around!

Hooo…boy. I already knew Sabito and Makomo were dead because Crow and Irina’s collab post was called “The Names of Dead Children”, but how it was delivered…was such a powerful move.

I saw the blonde boy who’s in the OP…hmm. Update: His name is Zenitsu, according to the next-ep preview.

OPM 2 4

When comparing this dissection of monsters against Mob Psycho…the biggest monster Mob has is himself…hmm.

I didn’t expect Saitama to actually enter under Charanko’s name with that wig he got…

“…name as a martial artist.”

Mojo for the dojo, it seems this man wants.

I think the centipede senpai is CGI. Hmm…

It’s been years…I’ve forgotten what Ponytail Head’s name is! (And I call OPM one of my favourite series in anime…!)

Sarazanmai 4

“Writers exist between life and death.” – …is Ikuhara expressing his own thoughts on how anime writers are treated…?

I anticipate a soba pun (soba = noodles and soba = beside [someone]).

“…gives a s***…” – Says you, Toi, with the “Golden Poop” in the background. Then again, that’s just an English pun. Don’t mind me.

Comic Sans…you can’t escape it, even in this day and age…

Yude = to boil, soba…is the noodles. (The “o” on the end of the Monster of the Week’s first name means “man”.) Ikuhara uses Monster of the Week names in service of symbolism, while Takamatsu uses inconsistency for the sake of humour.

Intetestingly, there’s a spiralling blue thing in the background of the dance number and it says “soba” (katakana) and “desire” (yokubou, in kanji).

The headline translates to “Tragedy! It was next to me, but then…” (Kigeki! Sakki made soba ni ita noni…) The subbers had to accommodate the soba pun though, so they went with “so bar away”.

Hmm…now Toi takes centre stage…

2007, huh? How old are Kazuki and co. again?

This is probably the least surprising secret of all, y’know. Also, I think Keppi and Kazuki have cucumbers in their mouths.

They have subs for Stand By Me now!!! Oh mai globbb!

W-Wuh?! I can see why he’d hate Haruka (feelings of “why don’t my parents look at me the way they look at him anymore?”), but…this really turns this entire story on its head!

Kimetsu no Yaiba 5

Interestingly, the “My” in the episode title is Onore (an “I” indicating professionalism).Come to think of it…what is Tanjiro’s pronoun of choice?

Aww…the fact Tanjiro kinda looks like the demon’s (previous body’s…?) bro made the scene kinda cute. Possibly, it could be even enough to drive someone to tears…not that I was driven to tears, of course.

Well, here’s Zenitsu.

This angry kid reminds me of Mike Teevee (from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory). He seems like a rival, but he’ll disappear soon enough. Also, LOL, a sparrow instead of a crow.

“…my whole body hurts.” – Welp, that’s what happens when you lose sleep fighting demons for 7 days straight…

Why the obvious names? (re: Haganezuka – that is, hagane means “steel”…also, Nichirin contains the character for “sun” (at least, I think so…?) and Yoko can be understood to be/homophonous to the word for “sunlight”)

Tanjiro, son of Tanjuro…LOL. That was probably deliberate – it means the first son follows in the father’s footsteps.

For some reason, I wanted Haganezuka to pop out of the comic for the next-ep preview…aww.

Shield Hero 17

How many times did Fitoria say “I’m going to kill the heroes” and Naofumi say variants of “no”? Because of that, I had half a mind to jump ship and head to RobiHachi instead…but keep going.

That cowlick stuff was probably the most fun I’ve had with this show in a while…heh.

Oh great…Naofumi expanded his pseudo-harem to two bird waifus…then again, I had a stupid grin on my face seeing Fitoria’s old master, so maybe it’s not all bad, y’know?

Post-credits scene…keep watching!

Wah-wait…what the heck was that explosion???!!!

BSD 29 (S3 Ep 4)

That’s…Topaz (unofficial name)…ohhhhhhhh dear…

Oooh, Katai! Katai! Yay!!! (As you can tell, I had a very small thing for Katai. He reminds me of En-chan, y’see.)

The CGI in this OP…you can tell there’s quite a bit of it, huh?

It’s Deadmau5 (as the fandom used to joke)!

Fyodor’s eyes of disgust as Topaz dries his hair…hmm.

Older Topaz looks surprisingly like Oda…I don’t remember that exact shot, but it might’ve been in the manga. His background also reminds me of Chuuya’s.

OPM 2 Ep 4 (OPM 18)

“Irksome insect”…says the giant insect.

I think I saw a 7-11 pastiche in the background.

Why does the bird have a human hand in his belly? What??? (LOL)

This tournament arc don’t feel so hype, now that MHA’s is over…

Someone likes Donkey Kong… (referring to Marshal Gorilla and the other Kong guy (Heavy Kong))

Sarazanmai 5

…oh wow. Y’mean Kazuki is adopted???

“Why don’t you say anything, even though you know about me now?” (from Toi) – Probably because Kazuki is as f***ed up as you are, if not worse.

What are those sparkles coming off Sara’s face…? Not sure if they’re a shoujo thing or just…gratuitous sparkles.

LOL, Nioino Fukuro. Basically “pouch of scent” when you insert a space between the second I and the second N and change the first name kanji, plus change the “no” to hiragana.

I know the title of the song is Kawausoiya (translates to “awful otters” or something like that), but “soiya” doesn’t make much sense on its lonesome.

Wait…does that mean Sara is the creature? Or there are two Saras that can look the same, but one looks like the human and one is more kappa-like???

For some reason, I’m getting changeling vibes here…that Kazuki wants to look different to the rest of his family because he knows he’s different.

Hey…there’s this thing called the tourist gaze. It argues that because people create notions of reality differently, people have different ideas of what makes a trip “good” and “authentic”. In the same sense, Haruka’s “false” connection with Kazuki!Sara has become his reality, so it’s not wrong to say this Sara is real for him.

Oh…I just realised some kanji that appar early in the OP are the kanji for “extraction”.

So, uh…in a sense…can I interpret Kazuki’s love for his real mother a Fruedian thing? It seems all men’s love can be interpreted to be Freudian in some way or another…also, Sara kind of looks like his mother in a very “surface” kind of way. That is, they have a very passing resemblance to each other. Update: I’ve been reading some Stephen King lately and if I took anything away from that experience, it would be that everything is Freudian when it comes to men’s experiences. That’s why I say that.

Kimetsu no Yaiba 6

…*remembers something from the collab that was along the lines of “Astral doesn’t like Tanjiro’s green jacket”* Astral’s not gonna like this, then. (For those who don’t know the context, “Astral” is AstralGemini of the Zodiac Room.)

*Tanjiro is told he might not go very far with his demon slaying* *Tanjiro reacts with happiness that he’s on his way to get Nezuko human again* - Uh…I know I’ve watched my share of shonen, but I kind of didn’t expect that and yet also did.

Ugh…it’s the return of CGI Tanjiro…the vegie patch looks good in CGI though, for some reason.

Lemme guess…with a title like that (Swordsman Accompanying a Demon), could it be that Kazumi is a demon???

“I don’t get it at all.” – LOL…that was unintentionally funny (for the second time in this show, the first being Hand Demon).

BSD 30 (S3 Ep 5)

Moby Dick crashing into Yokohama? It was literally years ago for us!

I’m pretty sure these Park guys didn’t exist in the manga. Update: Nope, they did. I’ve read the corresponding chapter, it’s just that that was also 2 years ago…just like the last we saw of the anime.

I love how the “gyaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” ended in blood splatter, literally.

The Park guys apparently come from ch. 44 but Katai comes from ch. forty…what? One? Two? It’s not 40 (Hitori Ayumu), that’s all I know.

Katai is a good boy. You’ll see why in…oh, a few seconds.

Oh, I love the ending of this story. I already know the ending, but seeing it again will be a whole new bag of laughs!

Uh…I forgot how much of an interruption the anime’s humour is. My dream of a “whole new bag of laughs” is at least half dashed…*shoulders slump*

Apparently Atsushi cut his hair himself…not sure if that’ll be a spoiler for later, but it’s still something cool to know.

“So it’s your letter?”

Katai is basically me when it comes to my husbandos. See why I love him???

Come to think of it…I haven’t properly listened to the ED yet! Better do that while I still have the chance.

Fruits Basket 5

Shigure is such a troll…just like I remember him.

Fruits Basket 6

Hatori! Ooh! He’s hottttttt! Sizzling!...Okay, I think you get my point already…

I think someone else (Amelia from A Girl and Her Anime…?) pointed this out…but I don’t understand a speck of German outside 1 – 10 (I remembered the German word for “six” way too well when I was younger). So it would help if they bothered to make the German English as well.

For some reason, the stick figure was both obviously a cost-cutting measure and also elevated the hilarity of that scene…!

I don’t quite know what the Japanese equivalent of the “macaroni and cheese” thing was, but it conveys the same idea in the two languages and makes people laugh along the way, so…*shrugs shoulders* Makes sense, I guess.

Tohru is kandou about meeting an author. Kandou means to be deeply moved (noun form).

LOL, Hanajima reading the book.

…Oh my goodness. I just realised Fruits Basket has a lot of characters with fringes. 90s fringes for everyone!

“…a cartoon about a cat and a rat that are always fighting…” - Come to think of it, Tom and Jerry is popular in Japan.

Shield Hero 18

I think this episode title ends in inbou, which means “intrigue”.

This show is clearly trying to play the same cards over and over again…

Shield Hero 19

Hypocrites! Hypocrites everywhere! *does Buzz Lightyear hand gesture from the meme*

OPM 19 (S2 Ep 6)

The reason the fat guy is called Dave is not just because of B/V confusion, but because debu (without the line in the middle) is a slang word for…wait for it…”fatty”.

Interestingly, Murata previously worked on a oneshot called Gokiburi Buster. I wonder if this Cockroach Boi is from there…?

Did you notice the guys behind the umpire, who had a stretcher at the ready…?

“Mr Saynuthin” seems to be “Nanmoien-san” in Japanese.

“Waganma” seems to be a play on wagamama, or selfish. However, I can’t pin down the pun in the father’s name...

Well, well, well…at least someone acknowledges Speed of Sound Sanic (the ninja, not the CGI abomination or the monkey) is hecka-speedy.

Charanko (the real one)…he has ashi no ura (the back of the foot) written on his bandages…LOL.

Sarazanmai 6

Apparently Kazuki’s (foster) family all wear the same kind of stripes…which is what Kazuki means when he doesn’t want to wear the same kind of clothes as his family.

Okay…so the first set of kanji that appear in the OP are the one for “desire” and the ones after that are “extraction”…geddit? (LOL)

Oh my glob…how in the name of Iyami does Osomatsu-san get so popular that after I watched the first season of that show, it starts appearing in other places as well????

I saw a translation of the Reo and Mabu tweets and apparently at least one of them can make ningyoyaki (a type of cake you can make in all sorts of shapes – scroll down a bit on that page and you’ll find the description of ningyoyaki there).

Uhh…ghh…Keppi pole dancing was disturbing…*soul floats out of body temporarily*

Reo (I think that’s Reo, at least) has ningyoyaki…Update: Yup, that’s Reo.

“Headdress”, huh?

Why does this episode 6 feel like ending material…?

Wait…you’re saying Reo and Mabu are princes of the otter kingdom??? Wuh???

BSD 31 (S3 Ep 6)

(Lucy blushes) Wow…now there’s an option for a het ship right there…not that anyone will take it.

I saw a GIF of Atsushi floating naked and face down in the water (because Irina), but…I forgot exactly how the scenario before it went, so I LOLled.

Oh yeah…this chapter had a tie-in with Mizuki Tsujimura, because Mizuki knew Kyoka’s mother. Also, it shows you can inherit Abilities…

It’s Truck-kun and the curse of the isekai!...Okay, I’m kidding.

Oh yeah…this is the chapter about the Headmaster…

I haven’t been in a good place mentally for the past few years or so, due to my world basically fragmenting around me, so the words “don’t hate yourself” are strong ones coming from a place both nostalgic and new.

Dazai inherits a particularly interesting space in Atsushi’s life. He’s like a brother and father wrapped up into one (Kunikida is the nagging mother in that analogy, LOL), but also obsessed with suicide to the point he can also be a liability.

“…didn’t tell anyone…”

It’s also interesting to compare Tohru (of Fruits Basket) and Atsushi. They’re both selfless, but Tohru’s selflessness is shown to be a double-edged sword while Atsushi’s gives him a lot of resentment but is overall a positive thing.

Aww…seeing Atsushi slowly tear up almost made me tear up too…

Fitzgerald Rising…that’s the name of the chapter where…oh, sorry. It’s been years, so I’ll let it all play out for you and me again without mentioning any spoilers until they happen in (close to) real time in the show, okay?

Fruits Basket 7

This is the first time there’s been English lyrics on the OP for this show…I think.

Who’s this “he” Tohru’s referring to when examining the woman’s picture? Akito, probably, but I’m not 100% sure…Update: It was Hatori, actually.

“Shii-san”, “Haa-san” etc. is…cute. *cue “O kawaii koto…” from Kaguya-sama*

I get the feeling that Shigure is almost like a prototype Dazai (Bungou Stray Dogs). Or they just have a lot in common.

“Are these my just desserts?”

Demon Slayer 7

Nezuko’s playing whack a mol-er, demon, isn’t she??? (LOL)

Whoa…it must be mighty freaky to be floating in a swamp of dead people’s possessions…

Welp, Tanjiro…that’s one way to say “hands off my sister”. *nods* By cutting the demon’s hands off…

I like the contrast between Tanjiro’s callused hands and Kazumi’s smooth ones.

Hey…why does food always get wasted in movies and other media…? I know I’m applying real-life consumption habits to media, but it always looks quite wasteful, y’know…?

OPM 20 (S2 Ep 7)

I never noticed that shot of Watchdog Man in the OP before…huh.

Pig God’s shirt says DEV. It’s a pun on debu (fatty)…again.

Ooh! I saw him in the OP! Flashy Flash! I’ve never seen him in action outside the OP before, but I know his name and appearance from reading around.

“You all are the strongest swordsmen we have.”

Seriously, Saitama, just get something to stick the wig on and you wouldn’t have gotten into this mess. Maybe superglue…(okay, I’m kidding about the superglue).

OPM got really childish this time…

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