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anonauthorsworkshop · 9 months

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helloo, i stumbled upon ur mha x scp au and AHDSIHDSGISDGJ UR WRITING??? IS SO GOOD?? (also im new here hi, can i be 🎭 anon) more mha x scp au pls /nf tho

hii 🎭 anon :) i get a lot of requests for this au haha, sure!

previous part here

AU where MC is transported into the MHA universe with a SCP-summoning quirk. essentially a MHA and SCP crossover. you can read the rest of the parts under the tag #pp mha au

(note: i have never watched or read mha in my life and all of my knowledge is from fanfics and lazily googled questions! sorry in advance for any mischaracterizations or anything that just... doesn't make any sense? lol)

You lean forward, nearly falling off of your chair in the process. Squinting your eyes into narrow lines, you focus on one, crucial objective:

Trying to figure out what the hell is sitting right in front of you.

He looks like a cat, sort of. He reminds you of Josie, or, well, 529, with his feline-esque features and all.

Oh, you really should summon Josie here again sometime. It's been quite a while since you last have. That cat makes a good cuddle buddy. Even if she's missing the entire other half of her body.

You hum in thought, continuing to careen forward from your chair. No! This thing across from you is nothing like Josie. His ears look more like a bear, like 1048. Or could he be a dog? No, no... You've got it! He's definitely a rat!

Leaning back, you return to a proper sitting position and internally applaud yourself for finding the solution to your own ridiculous question. A rat, you think to yourself, face smug. Reminds me of a certain mask that drips black snot.

Wait a minute. The satisfied expression you adorn falters as you inspect the rat closer. What if it's not a rat, but a mouse?!

No, you're getting sidetracked! You take another bite of the banana you have graciously been given by your... captors? Do they count as captors if you willingly went with them?

The clearing of a throat. "Excuse me. If you could please answer the question..."

Oh, right. They're not really your 'captors,' just your interrogators, (that provide you with free food, might you add).

"What was the question again?" you ask, before not-so-elegantly stuffing the rest of the banana down your throat. You couldn't help but cave into your stomach's hunger; you haven't tasted this quality of fresh food in years! No more scavenging for meals or rummaging through garbage bins!

The man in uniform raises an inquiring eyebrow. You examine the badge attached to his right breast pocket: 'Detective Tsukauchi.'

He gestures to his side. "He asked you for your name."

Your eyes follow his hand's movements, and you find yourself gazing at the rat once more. "Oh, I wasn't paying attention." You admit shamelessly, grabbing another banana from the bowl placed before you. "I'm Y/N."

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N." The rat smiles. You absentmindedly nod in response. "I'm Nezu, the principal of U.A. High. The man beside me is Detective Tsukauchi," you glance at the final stranger, "and this is Aizawa, a teacher at this school. He is also the one who found you. We would like to ask you some questions, as you are already aware."

"Sure," you comply, shoving another banana into your mouth. "I don't mind."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen, I think."

"Who are your parents?"

You shrug, nonchalantly reaching for another banana. "Don't have any."

Nezu's grin widens slightly, and you watch him place a paw below his jaw. "Would you be comfortable telling us about what happened in that alley?"

Cocking your head to the side, you carefully peel off the banana's skin. "Which one?"

The detective speaks up. "The one you were found in."

Chewing another bite of your food, you tap a finger to your chin in thought. "Well, I was asleep until I heard a bunch of noise." Slowly, you turn to Nezu, replicating his ear-to-ear smile as you dramatically retell your experience.

"I looked up from my home, my beloved alleyway cardboard box, and saw two groups of people fighting. I decided to hide in my box until it was all over, but then one of them crashed into my home. They crumpled my box, and my hiding spot was revealed! The two groups started arguing about 'gang territory,' or whatever, and one of them decided to use me as a hostage and pointed a gun to my head."

You sink your teeth into your banana once more, oblivious to the horrified looks from every adult in the room.

"Oh, but it was fine," you casually continue, mouth half-full, "since, you know, I took care of it and all."

"When you say that you 'took care of it,'" the detective asks cautiously, "do you mean that you used your quirk?"

"My... quirk?" You scratch the back of your neck. "I guess it's my quirk? Don't know too much about 'quirks,' to be honest. I've never been to a doctor, or whatever specialist you go to for checking those out."

"Could you describe to us what it was that you exactly did?"

You gulp down the rest of your banana before replying. "You mean, in that alley? I summoned, or, like, conjured up one of those, uh." You pause, replacing 'SCPs' with another word to prevent further confusion. "Creatures? One of those creatures."

Tsukauchi looks you in the eye. "These creatures that you summon." You glance at the detective's hands, and you notice that they're trembling. "What do they do? What do they look like?"

"Usually I summon them to help and protect me." You explain with a shrug, "Oftentimes I encounter people who want to hurt me for some reason. There's a bunch of, er, 'creatures,' that I can summon, and they don't typically look like your perception of what's 'normal.'"

You continue, "There are endless possibilities, really. One looks like a teddy bear, just covered in human ears." Tsukauchi's eyes widen, as if his suspicions have been confirmed. "There's some that are long and bony. Some of them have these gigantic claws and razor-sharp mouths. Some of them are all gooey and acidic-"

"I believe that's enough." You turn to the side, taking a brief glimpse at Aizawa, who is standing beside you. Those were the only words he's spoken this entire time.

Turning back to the other two, you're about to grab another banana when you catch sight of the detective. You stare awkwardly, your hand paused mid-air. He seems to have completely spun on his heel to face away from you, hands clutching the wall as he gags and dry heaves. You scoot back in your chair uncomfortably.

"...And you do not have a home, correct?" Nezu stands up from his seat, approaching yours.

"Well, I did, but like I said, my cardboard box was destroyed because of those two rival gangs, or whoever they were."

"I see." He raises a paw so as to pet the top of your head. You clumsily bend down in your chair, allowing the two-foot-tall principal to reach your height. "We can arrange something for you. You may stay in a personal dorm here for free, if you would like." He smiles, "So long as you attend this school, the police force has also gladly agreed to erase your criminal record!"

You gawk at him. "C-criminal record?" Well, you guess you usually do end up leaving a mess of dead bodies behind, but it's always in self-defense!

"You should know it is illegal to use your quirk unlicensed and in public, Y/N."

Surveying the room, you dart your eyes from person to person. In the corner of the room, the detective, who is on the verge of vomiting up his insides. The man beside you, Aizawa, who refuses to look at you. The one standing in front of you, Nezu, who is blackmailing you, but is also offering you free shelter and free food...

You huff, grabbing Nezu's paw and shaking it wildly. "It's a deal, then."

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anniebear-92 · 9 months

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Afterlife

Part Two - First Case

Summary: This cold case you take is not a fun one, but it pays the bills. On another note, you're pretty positive your new house is haunted and about to find out by who...

Warnings: Mentions of harm against children, death, cursing, dark themes.

Taglist: @simplybaconic @ghostofscarley @optimisticprime3 @browneyedgirl22 @lukerycyja-reblogs

Previous Part: Part one

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Your new home was not too far from the police station, leaving the quiet neighborhood to return into the busy city made a sigh leave your lips. The usual spot you parked in was wide open so you swung the vehicle in quickly before someone snagged it. Taking a moment to check that your mask sat in place before making your way inside the building.

"Phantom!"

A few officers greeted you by your hero name as you gave a curt waive to those you recognized. Avoiding acknowledging anyone you were not familiar with as the station seemed to be a busy location for those who choose to linger. Talking to someone who was not there is easily the quickest way to earn yourself a one way ticket to s straight jacket.

The door you stood before now was a solid wood, years of use taking a toll in the form of scrapes and peeling coating along the grain. The equally worn nameplate read "Inspector Tsukauchi" you took a moment to knock just below, your toe scuffing against the innocent carpet as you waited. Inside the sound of movement could be heard, the door swinging open to reveal the weary eyes of the older gentleman you had worked with many a time.

"Phantom, welcome. Come on in."

He stood aside to let you pass, taking your normal chair in front of his desk as he closed the door with a small click. He took his place across from you and took a quick, hearty breath.

"I'm going to get straight to the point here, a young girl was hit by a car last night. There are no witnesses... well any that are willing to talk anyway. We're trying to find the culprit but those who were in the area are refusing to come forward. I was hoping with your skills we could contact her."

Your nails dug into the material covering your thigh, "This case is for a slain kid?"

He nodded solemnly before shuffling some papers to pull a square from the files. He slid a clear photo across for your viewing, yielding a small girl with wildly dark locks that framed her round face. Bright pink eyes and a large gap toothed smile peeked out at you.

Rubbing your temples you sighed, cases involving children were always the hardest to swallow. They were the ones that kept you up at night, at this rate knowing you probably wont be sleeping for a few days most likely.

"Where was she hit?" He began his briefing, throwing some facts at you with rapid fire as you took down notes in a small notebook you always kept in your costume for this reason. The area she had been struck was one known for a string of hit and runs in a lower end of town. Some facts in the paperwork he showed you stuck out as you cleared your throat.

"You think this is a serial case? They hit her on purpose?"

He nodded with that serious look in his eyes, "Unfortunately so, they've been targeting kids. This makes the third one this week alone."

Running a hand over your face with a groan, "Have the heroes gotten anyone to talk?"

He stood now, waiving a hand at the bulletin board to the right of his desk. "I sent over a few agency requests and no one has been successful in getting a single person to cooperate. This area is still a bit of the faction that distrusts the law."

Inhaling deeply you stood from your chair and held out your hand for the file. "I'll take it."

He gave an appreciative smile and placed the file in your outstretched hand. "This is the victim's information, her parents and family are listed here along with her last known address. Please contact me immediately with any leads."

Taking the file you gave him a quick bow of your head before slipping out of the office.

"Hey! Phantom!" Turning to the familiar voice you found the current number two jogging over.

"Ah, Deku hello." You waived with the hand still gripping the file.

"Taking on a new case?" His thousand watt smile spread across his face while you placed the paperwork into the bag hanging at your hip.

"Yeah, hit and run involving a kid. I'm supposed to contact her."

His smile faulted as he crossed his arms, "I tried talking to the citizens in that neighborhood yesterday, no one would speak with me. Most likely due to my hero ranking, they're a bit distrustful of anyone of authority there."

You took out your notepad to list down his experience there, giving the run down of who he spoke to, or tried to.

"Oh! Did you find a new place with Shinso?"

Cocking a brow you looked up from your notepad. Working with Deku had been only a few times so the fact that he knew you and Hitoshi were friends surprised you. He chuckled lightly when you said nothing, rubbing the back of your neck.

"I saw him a few weeks ago, he said you were moving."

It hit you that Hitoshi and Deku had been in the same year at UA, of course they would know each other. Hitoshi had always spoke highly of the man especially on how he had helped him in his resolve to become a hero back in his first year.

"Yeah we moved into a new neighborhood, It's quite peaceful."

We chatted just a bit longer as you told him the area you moved into but redacted the address when he perked up his normal attitude even more... somehow.

"That's by my mom's place! I grew up in that area, I'll have to swing by sometime!"

Giving him a quick wave goodbye, you made your way to the scene of the crime. The area surrounding you consisted of run down buildings with boarded windows, old apartment complexes that you would avoid stepping foot in unless you absolutely had to.

Walking down the block it didn't take you very long to locate a small child with red rimmed pink eyes from the tears spilling down her apple shaped cheeks.

Taking a quick glance around, not a single person stopped to check on her as they moved along with their day. This definitely had to be the girl.

"Hey Sweetie." You called softly, her head snapping towards you rather quickly.

"You... Can see me?" She choked out as you moved to sit beside her on the curb. Peeking around to make sure no one was paying you any mind before responding.

"Yes I can, what's your name?" Her eyes scanned you warily for a moment, sniffling and wiping her nose with a sleeve. "Nami."

You pushed back the hood of your costume so she could see your face more clearly, your E/C eyes shining through the mask to put her at ease.

"How old are you Nami?"

"Five." You chewed your lip, She was just old enough to get her quirk for the first time.

"Why are you crying sweetpea?"

She pointed a stubby finger towards the road, "A car hit me, and the guy just got out and laughed at me. It hurt so bad! He drove away when someone screamed really loud... I think it was my mommy. No one will talk to me anymore! I just want my mom!"

Fresh tears began spilling from her bright eyes once again as you took another quirk glance around. The sidewalks had seemingly cleared out of people so you were currently alone with the small apparition.

"Have you seen your mommy since?"

She bobbed her head, "She ignored me."

You slid a hand into your pocket and pulled out a wrapped sucker.

"Would you like one?" You offered the small candy to her, face lighting up when her little eyes spied the treat.

"My mommy said not to take candy from strangers though."

You chuckled with a nod, "She's a smart lady, I'm Phantom. Part time hero here to help you."

Her small hand raised to snatch the candy with a wide smile. Slipping right though however she let out a small whimper.

Crap, you would have to touch her.

You pulled off your glove by catching the fabric between your teeth, letting it drop you inhaled deeply before reaching out and grabbing her tiny hand. When no vision of death wracked you, the breath released in extreme relief.

"Try again." You coaxed her and she raised her hand again to snatch the candy successfully from your fingers. A squeal of delight left her as she ripped at the wrapper with her other hand, your hand barely touching her shoulder to ground.

"N-Nami?" A voice croaked out, your eyes finding an older version of the little girl happily eating the sucker standing a few feet away.

"Mommy?" The girl sobbed, dropping the treat to crack on the cement.

Shit, you were hoping they weren't related. You really hadn't gotten to ask the girl much of anything yet.

The girl hopped up quickly and your hand dropped from her shoulder, disappearing from all other's view.

"Wait, where did she go?" The woman's head swiveled in a panic, clear confusion in her eyes.

"Mrs. Nakamora?" You stepped before her while she gave you a glance over, eyes hardening when she realized you wore a hero costume.

"Can I help you?" She snapped and took a defensive stance.

You placed your hand on the top of the little girl's head, her form becoming visible once again. "Is this your daughter?"

Her eyes dropped and lit up, tears swimming as she released a whimper. "How is she here?"

You cleared your throat, the little girl's arms wrapping around her mother's legs.

"I missed you mommy!" She dropped to her knees, arms wrapping around her child. Her body shook with sobs that wracked her entire body.

You gave them a moment before speaking, "My name is Phantom ma'am, my quirk allows me to interact with ghosts and make them visible to others. I've been tasked with finding your daughter's killer. Do you have any idea who could of done this and why?"

She shook her head, eyes lifting to you. "No, I have no idea! She let of my hand and ran into the street because she saw a dog on the other side. This dark colored sedan was coming and instead of trying to avoid her it swerved for her. Swerved! On purpose! I couldn't get to her fast enough and there were no... Heroes around."

Her final words were spit with venom on her tongue along with the glare she sent your way.

"I am truly sorry no one was around to help her. I am here now. She is not the only one from the sounds of it and will not be the last unless we find her killer. Please ma'am, anything else you can tell me about the car, or the person driving?"

She huffed before finally giving all the details of the last few moments with her daughter. The little girl sat happily in her mother's arms while chewing on a new sucker you had pulled from your pocket to replace the one she had dropped. Turns out the man had worn a medical mask to cover his face, had darker hair that was so greasy it hung in tendrils around his face.

Details all stored away in your notebook, taking a quick glance around. "Anyone else that may have seen what happened? Anyone at all?"

She turned and indicated with her head to the building behind her. "Older guy in that apartment up there. He's so nosy, always peeking out his window at people all the time. No way he didn't miss it."

You thanked her for all her time today as a deep rooting in your gut hit like a wave in the ocean. It was time to let the girl go or you were going to be painting the ground a new color.

"I am truly sorry to say this, but it is time for me to go. Please take a few moments to say your goodbyes."

You turned your head to give them a brief moment of privacy as the woman professed her love to the little girl, squeezing her as tightly as she could. When she placed her down on her feet, you knelt down to eye level with those bright eyes. Speaking lowly so only the little one could hear, taking those small hands in yours.

"It's time to go Nami, this nice gentleman here will be taking you to a pretty place filled with doggies."

Relinquishing her hand to the smiling man in his dapper suit, she looked up at him with wide eyes. He gave you a brief nod and a thanks before turning with the little girl in tow. She began chatting him up like they were old friends as he led her away, their forms slowly faded from view until nothing was left but the sidewalk and empty street.

Reapers were an interesting bunch, always recognizable by those smart suits and a small golden pin on the lapel. The symbol of their rank within the organization. You had run into a few early on and they tended to stay out of your way as you worked.

You left the stunned woman on the street and made your way into the building she had indicated the nosy man lived in. The carpets were dingy, frayed and missing chunks in spots. Walls had peeling paint and dark stains of water that had clearly been leaking for some time. Landlords who most definitely did not care for their tenants were present in every code violation you witnessed during your walk to the upper floor.

The door posted as 4D to the apartment that overlooked the street from the second floor, was as grimy as the rest of the building. Deep cracks lined the frame from previous attempts to breaking the door down or enough slams that the wood gave out.

Knocking, you waited patiently as you shifted weight from one foot to another. A second attempt was needed when no one answered, when you lowered your hand to knock again the door opened just a sliver. Narrowed eyes of an older gentleman looked through the chain that held the door at just enough to see who had the audacity to knock on his door.

"The fuck ya want?" His gruff voice sounded into the hall, you raised the photo of the girl into his view.

"Did you see this girl get hit by a car outside your building the other day?"

The door slammed in your face, chewing on your cheek in annoyance before knocking once again.

The door opened only for the briefest of moment, "Fuck off!" and slammed back into place.

Taking a deep breath your knock turned more aggressive, the door rattling with your fist. Swinging open he growled "I said Fuck Off! I ain't speaking ta no heroes!"

When the door closed once again you had enough, phasing through the wood and shocking the stocky man inside.

He began threatening to call the cops as you lifted the photo to interrupt. "Sir, This little girl was killed by a driver who swerved to hit her on purpose. This is not the first time and it will not be last unless we stop it.

His eyes narrowed, never leaving yours as you watched the wheels turn in his head to contemplate wither or not to help or reach for his phone. Making a decision he finally crossed to the window the mother had pointed at, sitting between the curtains was a professional looking camera pointing towards the street. He removed the cover from the rear and pulled something from a slot before turning and tossing it across the room to you.

Snatching the object easily from the air you opened your fingers to find a small black chip sitting on your palm. Cocking a brow you eyed him for an explination.

"I bird watch, happened ta' see what happened. I quick took some pictures and wasn't sure if I should call someone or not. Tend ta keep ta' myself... stay outta' trouble."

He sniffled and waived his hand towards the door. "That's all I got for ya, so get ta fuck out. Don't tell nobody I helped ya."

You bowed gratefully, "Thank you sir, you may have saved lives."

He huffed as you turned to exit the door properly this time, returning to your car down the street. You placed your head against the steering wheel for a brief moment, inhaling deeply before turning the key and listening to the engine start up with a roar.

The inspector took all your evidence with a wide grin on his face, "That was fast, you were only gone for a few hours!" You nodded while leaning back in your chair, placing your boots onto the chair opposite from you. "Helps when you can make a girl appear to persuade the mother into talking, might've scared an old man too."

He laughed while signing a form and sliding it across his desk. "As always keep an eye out for a subpoena to possibly testify if this leads to the arrest. From the looks of the negatives, we may have enough to go on and finally get someone behind bars for this. I think that license plate alone is the biggest win."

Taking the familiar slip you glanced it over to check everything was in order as he continued. "Your payment will be with Lisa as per usual, Great work today. I know when I say Thank you it's from everyone."

Giving a brief nod you stood from the comfortable chair and rounded towards the door. Fingers encircling the knob you paused, turning after a moment to find him watching you with a curious expression.

"Next time... No kids please. I... can't do them anymore."

He grunted in affirmation watching you leave his office. You passed through the aisle surrounded by cubicles until you found yourself before the window of your favorite lady in the world, the one who signed your paychecks.

"Lisa! My beautiful lady, I have come to collect."

The elderly woman looked up from the book in her winkled hands, cocking a brow she shot you a lopsided grin. "One of these days I'll have to start charging you for your lies."

You lips puckered in a pout when someone tapped your shoulder, flinching away and backing against the wall in shock shared by the rookie officer with a raised hand. He gasped and shot apologies rapidly left and right.

"Oh I am sorry Ma'am! I just, wanted to say I'm a big fan..." He smiled softly, cheeks dusted a light shade of pink as he rubbed the back of his neck. His fresh face indicated he couldn't have been on the force very long.

"You know who I am?" You stood up slowly while giving him a look of interest. Since you had only been on the pro scene for a short time, it always surprised you when someone new recognized who you were. The majority were those who had worked with you previously wither during your time at UA or on the field.

"Yes! I have seen you in here a few times. I followed you when you debuted awhile back." A snort from behind you caused you to turn around to find an amused Lisa leaning over her desk. "The Boy asks about you every time he sees you pick up your check. He tries to bribe information from me with snacks."

His face turned ten shades of red when you turned back to him to confirm if this was the case. "I do not! That would be so unprofessional!"

His hands waived around as he shot pleading eyes your way to let the issue go. You chuckled while fishing into your bag and revealing a candy bar. Handing it behind you it was snatched quickly by her waiting fingers and a squeal.

"I pay her for information too." You winked at the rookie who smiled as if you hung the moon.

"Here's your check Phantom." The paper was placed in your fingers in exchange for the candy.

"Thank you Lisa, once again you are beautiful, amazing, smart..." "Aw hush kiss ass and get away from my counter."

You laughed loudly while making an escape from the rookie who stood there shifting his feet as if he had more to say.

"Sorry kid, better luck next time." The elderly woman spoke while making the wrapper of her candy wrinkle to get at the sugary insides.

He turned to return to his nearby desk with a defeated look while you hightailed it out the door.

Back home the sun was starting to set and you were fully ready for a nap. By nap you meant food, definitely food then possibly bed.

Letting a yawn stretch your jaw, you replaced your costume with some comfortable lounging clothes. Returning to the kitchen afterwards you began rummaging through the cupboards for a cup, setting it on the island and turning to the fridge to find your meal and something to fill the glass.

A shiver made it's way down your spine as it had for the last few days since you moved in, shooting up to full attention you searched for the cause. Once again empty you leaned back into the fridge and finally found what you were searching for. Closing the door you were met with narrowed vermillion eyes and sandy blonde hair?

A scream ripped from your throat at the sight, a yelp of surprise from him as both of you fell on your rears. Raising your eyes from the floor you were met with... nothing.

What the hell was that? Were you seeing shit again? No there was most definitely a guy with red eyes and messy hair.

You wailed as your eyes fell on the fallen food scattered on the floor. "I dropped my snack dammit!" Groaning into the air as if it would fix your issue you picked yourself back up and started collecting the mess to throw it away. Replacing the snack with a new one you filled the glass with water and snatched it off the counter to retreat towards your room. Placing it down on the table beside you, throwing yourself onto the bed to let out a frustrated noise into the mattress.

Fucking haunted. You knew it.

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Silence, that's all he could remember for the longest time. Slivers of sound began to cut through his consciousness here and there, disturbing his slumber. He sat up with a groan to rub at his eyes.

Wait a minute, he was laying in a bed? Peering around his old room to find thing that were clearly not his own.

The fuck? Did his parents move back in?

He slid from the comfortable surface to nose around the room. There was definitely a whole bunch of new things in his room that were not here before. Not a shred of his belongings anywhere. No All Might poster that had hung on the far wall since he was six, his dresser and manga rack were long gone.

Who the fuck is living in his house?

The calendar hanging on the wall above a desk caught his attention, he stomped over and followed the red X's to the current date.

"No Fucking way..." He breathed, he had been sleeping for a year and a half!

His chest tightened in alarm, he had just a little under a year left on his deal with the reaper. If he had slept any longer he would have to move on without a damn complaint!

We all damn well know that isn't happening.

Clattering sounded from down the stairs making him jump, confirmation his suspicions he was indeed not alone. He slipped out of the room and the new décor in the hall caught his gaze. Nothing looked like his mother's decorating style, his teeth gritting as he tip toed down the stairs on practiced light feet from years of practice sneaking in the dark to get snacks at midnight. He hated hearing the hag yell when she caught his ass awake.

He was halfway down the stairs when he remembered he was dead. The fuck was he sneaking for? Picture frames littered the stairs with art in them instead of photographs, not one indicating who possibly lived here. Rounding the corner to the kitchen, light flooded across the floor and showing him the intruder was obviously in that room. Paired with the audible shuffling and bangs from cabinets opening and closing.

Inside the refrigerator was open with a figure bent over inside, unable to catch a good look at the person's face he moved closer slowly trying to get a glance.

Leaning over the refrigerator door just as it slammed shut he was met with bright E/C eyes that widened with his, both of them screaming and falling to the floor.

He sat across from the girl who looked around in alarm, eyes never returning to his as she growled something in frustration about her food that now littered the floor.

Did she just see him?

She picked up the floor silently before grabbing another helping and stomping up the stairs had him left without words. He had been dead for almost a full five years and this was the very first time someone who was not a reaper had even acknowledged him even if briefly.

He hopped off the floor quickly and rushed back up the stairs she had gone back to the room he had woken in. She had saw him!

She was now cuddled into her blankets, chomping away angerly at the food while scrolling her phone.

"Oi can you see me?" He waved a hand near her face, expression unchanging to indicated she did see him. How wonderful.

He began stomping around the room like an upset toddler, first person who sees him was only for a split second. Here he was back to invisible once again. He snarled and reached for a stuffed toy that sat on the floor, his fingers slipping right through.

"Fucking making my room all girly and shit." He grumbled in frustration and planted himself on the floor, arms crossed and a visible pout on his lips. He observed the girl for some time, not about to lie this was more interesting than sitting in an empty home for the last how many years. though she simply finished her meal, drank the water in her cup and moved on to some show on her phone this was the most excitement he'd had in forever.

His vermillion eyes trailed over her features, taking in the intruder to his home as he did. Observing her body's shape, the curve of her eyes, her cheeks, the way the light reflected against the tone of her skin, and the way it bounced against her beautiful, yet exhausted eyes.

He huffed and averted his eyes quickly when she rolled over, the shorts she had been wearing had rode into dangerous territory. He didn't want to sit and stare like some pervert, especially on a girl who didn't know he was there.

While her show's noise faded into the background he took the time to ponder his situation.

He had less than a few months left of his deal.

There was a semi.... all fucking right a very attractive girl in his house that may or may not have seen him.

He had to make her see him.

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Fanon vs. Canon #2: Quirkless people face heavy discrimination

The second of these posts , first post is here.

This fandom interpretation pops up more frequently with Izuku than it does with Toshinori, but I don’t care, I’m going to write about it anyway. This concept is exactly what it says on the tin: that the phenomenon of Quirklessness is a black mark on a person’s reputation. It ranges from “people make fun of them” to “Quirkless people are abandoned by their parents and randomly murdered on the street.” With Toshinori, it’s often used to formulate backstories about his childhood: he was abandoned as a child for being Quirkless, or had to struggle through heavy discrimination, making Nana’s decision to give him One For All even more meaningful. It’s also used in All-Might-critical works to make him give up on Izuku (so that Izuku can go become a cool vigilante or villain out of spite, or so that some other character can swoop in and play mentor).

You only have to watch the first episode to understand why this idea exists. Izuku’s Quirklessness is devastating to him. His mother cries and tells him “I’m sorry” over it. He is bullied and mocked and told that he can’t achieve his dreams. It’s easy to look at this and conclude that Quirklessness is a terrible, tragic curse.

But... let’s consider the circumstances first. Izuku’s life goal is to be a hero. And in this series, “hero” is a job position, one that specifically exists to allow people to use Quirks freely. Of course Quirklessness would be a catastrophic handicap in a Quirk-fueled profession.

Imagine a basketball anime where the protagonist is 4’2” but still dreams of joining the top ranked high school basketball team in the nation. Of course his height would be a horrible setback for him. But it would be a huge stretch to decide, just based on watching the basketball tryout episodes, that anyone in their society shorter than 5’11” probably ends up homeless or murdered in back alleys. Quirks may be vital for hero school... but that doesn’t mean they’re vital everywhere.

For example, in the anime, a lot of characters get little intro sequences that briefly showcase their name and their Quirk. At first, this seems to reinforce the idea that this world thinks Quirks are the most important thing about a person. But notice who gets these special intros. As far as I’ve noticed, only heroes or hero students get them. Other characters, even recurring ones like Tsukauchi the police detective, do not get this kind of attention. It’s only done for heroes and aspiring heroes because heroes are the only group that are defined by their Quirks.

So how does the rest of the world handle Quirklessness? First off, we learn right away that a full 20% of the population is Quirkless. That’s huge. That’s every one in five people! Even if it’s heavily skewed towards the older population, it’s still an enormous percentage. And in the past, the Quirkless population was even larger. This is not an uncommon phenomenon whatsoever. Every person in this society most likely knows a Quirkless person personally.

Of course, it’s very possible to discriminate against a large population. But does the worldbuilding seem to suggest this happens? It actually seems to suggest the opposite. One of the key conflicts in this story is that its society really doesn’t handle people with Quirks very well.

In the world of My Hero Academia, the government responded to the chaos of Quirks by banning public quirk usage entirely. This also extends to employment: people are not allowed to use their Quirks freely in the workplace unless they are "licensed" in an unspecified way. This puts a huge dent in the common idea that being Quirkless hurts a person’s job prospects: having a Quirk wouldn’t necessarily be useful unless it happened to exactly align to their work needs and they also happened to be "licensed" for it. Considering the wide variety of strange Quirks out there, having a Quirk could easily be a downside! Companies don’t have to worry (as much) about Quirkless people accidentally setting chairs on fire or being unable to fit through doors. Being Quirkless could actually be a benefit.

This extends to things like housing as well. Vigilantes is especially direct in addressing these sorts of inequalities, like it does in these panels from chapter 37:

Quirks are only about 200 years old, and society still doesn’t seem to have the tools to handle them. It seems to have responded by trying to suppress Quirks as much as possible. If you can’t do so, then you are often forced to the fringes of society. This is the main conflict fueling many of the members of the League of Villains, and the entire Meta Liberation Army. In this society, the ability to act Quirk-free is the ideal.

The differences between people, and the conflict that differences cause, is brought up over and over in this series as it explores why certain people are ostracized by society and what happens when their suffering goes unaddressed. If Quirkless people really faced terrible discrimination, it would only make sense for the story to use them as prime examples of this! But it never does, not even in passing.

The most striking example of this occurs in the 3rd My Hero Academia movie, where a terrorist organization tries to use a bioweapon to eliminate all people with Quirks, leaving only the Quirkless. The story tells us several things indirectly. First: if Quirklessness were oppressed, it would make sense for this Quirkless-glorifying organization to use this angle in order to attract members: rise up against your oppressors! But Humarise doesn’t do this. It just uses a lackluster pseudo-religious argument that Quirks are a “disease.”

Second: if Quirkless people were really a despised underclass, don’t you think these threats would have caused a huge backlash towards the general Quirkless population? Izuku and Toshinori, being former Quirkless people, should have been aware and worried about this, if it were an issue. But we see no animosity like this whatsoever. Not the reaction you’d expect if there was some kind of sharp divide between Quirked and Quirkless people.

One last note on the worldbuilding: Quirklessness is naturally getting rarer and rarer every generation. It seems like a huge waste of effort to try and systematically oppress Quirkless people out of existence when they’re disappearing just fine on their own.

So, based on the way the story is set up, it seems unlikely that there are big systemic issues that cause Quirkless people to have a disadvantage in society. In fact, Quirkless people may have a leg up in some areas. But how about the way that individual Quirkless people are treated by others?

We’ve already seen that Izuku’s struggles in the beginning of the show are largely because he’s trying to get into a profession that is not made for him. Once he gets a Quirk, he has remarkably few lingering issues about his prior Quirklessness. The only time we see it affect him is during the Sports Festival, when he is discouraged by his failure to live up to All Might’s expectations and briefly wonders whether One For All would be better off with someone more skilled who can combine their existing Quirk with its power. But this is resolved within a single conversation, and to my knowledge, Izuku never shows this kind of self-doubt again. Edit: wait, yes he does - after the Shie Hassaikai arc, he gets down on himself and laments that Mirio should have gotten OFA instead. This triggers a bunch of other emotional issues, but they seem more related to hiding his troubles than to his sense of worthiness.

The most striking thing is how Katsuki, bully extraordinaire, reacts to Izuku over the series. He is enraged when the “Quirkless” Izuku begins showing off superpowers... but it’s all because it threatens his superiority complex. And later, in chapter 117, when he puts the pieces together that Izuku got a Quirk from All Might... it might just be my interpretation, but he doesn’t seem to react the way one would expect if Quirklessness was a huge mark of inferiority. He barely brings it up, and is mostly just self-centered and guilty about All Might’s downfall. The whole fight is him trying to understand why Izuku deserved this power, rather than trying to assert that he doesn’t deserve it in the first place.

And after this fight, Katsuki seems to accept Izuku’s borrowed power as legitimate. He faithfully keeps Izuku’s secret and there’s no talk about anything like Izuku not deserving it.

Later, when (spoilers ahead for anime-only viewers) Quirklessness becomes a plot point in explaining why Izuku can wield One For All without shortening his lifespan, none of the vestiges express much wonder about Quirklessness itself; they don’t say anything like “to think that such a despised condition would have such a fortuitous upside...” It’s just treated as an interesting oddity.

There are three other confirmed born-Quirkless people in the main series so far: Toshinori Yagi, Melissa Shield, and Yuga Aoyama. With Toshinori, we don’t learn much about his experience being Quirkless, just that the world was in turmoil during his childhood and he felt compelled to make a difference. He doesn’t talk about what it felt like to be Quirkless, because trying to get personal feelings out of him is like pulling teeth.

He does tell Izuku that Izuku can’t “become a hero like All Might” without a Quirk... because of course he can’t. All Might can’t be a hero like All Might without a Quirk; no support items could possibly bridge that gap. Otherwise, he doesn’t give any overtly negative opinions on Quirkless people throughout the course of the story and is overall pretty cryptic.

Melissa Shield, on the other hand, has a whole mini-comic all about her Quirklessness. Here’s how her peers behave towards her:

Far from the witch-burning hatred we see in fanfic. They’re friendly with her, they’re trying to include her. The main thing she struggles with is not overt prejudice, but a feeling of being different. (And again... she is probably not as alone as she feels. Remember that 20% number.)

But luckily, during the comic, All Might teaches her that you don’t need a Quirk to be someone’s hero, and her dejection lifts. By the time we see her grown-up in the movie, she seems happy and well-adjusted, and discloses her Quirklessness voluntarily without any apparent distress. She even seems confused when Izuku expresses pity towards her. She’s in a prestigious academy, studying to be a scientist, and there are no signs that her Quirklessness is hindering her goals.

Aoyama has a less clear picture of his childhood, but like Melissa, there were no indications of bullying or oppression, only a fear of being different. It wasn’t even him who felt this fear the strongest... it was his parents, who entered into a deal with the devil to grant him a Quirk so he could be more like everyone else. Did they do this because Quirkless people are shameful pariahs in this society and they wanted to protect him, or because they were vain and wanted to keep up with the Joneses by making sure their kid was as flashy as everyone else, even if it meant consorting with crime lords? Maybe it was a little of both. We may never know for sure.

The takeaway from this is that none of these characters show evidence of widespread oppression because of their Quirklessness. Izuku is the closest thing to an exception - he was ostracized, and targeted by a bully, but his situation was complicated by his hero goals, and Katsuki seemed hellbent on putting Izuku down even before he knew Izuku was Quirkless. Quirkless people suffer from a fear of being different... but “being different” is not something unique to Quirkless people. People with inconvenient Quirks are shown to suffer much more because of their Quirks than we see any of the Quirkless characters suffer for being ordinary.

In conclusion: both from the worldbuilding and from individual histories, there’s not a lot of support for the idea that Quirkless people face marked societal difficulties, or are considered lower-class, except perhaps in the context of a hero school. They might feel left out and different, but that’s a far cry from being randomly targeted for hate crimes.

Even if there’s little canonical backing, it makes sense why Quirkless discrimination would still be an intriguing concept to explore. It’s always poignant to explore the story of someone who lacks the thing everyone else has. Plus, the distinct lack of canon coverage leaves plenty of opportunity for fandom to fill in the unexplored possibilities.

But according to the official story, the condition of Quirklessness seems about on par with being born short in a world where some kids want to grow up to be basketball stars. Can it cause discrimination? Yes, for sure. People will discriminate over the most trivial things, and many Quirks can provide intrinsic benefits that a Quirkless person will miss out on. But it seems like something subtle, not on the level of a widespread hate campaign.

Once again... I'm not some kind of expert, I forget basics about the show all the time. I'd love to hear your rebuttals or additions on the topic. And fanfic is valuable and fun because it explores topics in a different way than canon does.

(Thanks to @journalxxx for lots of help and input on this post)

#toshinori yagi #izuku midoriya #quirklessness #bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #hap pops off about meta-narrative

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pocketramblr · 4 months

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It was revealed at the jump fest that Horikoshi initially planned for Naomasa to be an ally of AFO's who spied for him. Obviously it was scrapped later on. Now I'm thinking about all those Kurogiri is Naomasa theories that were prominent with them comparing the similar ties...

Anonymous asked: In honor of this revelation, can we get an AU where Naomasa was indeed sent to spy on All Might by AFO, but ended up falling for his target.

1- AfO stole his nifty truth detector quirk from Naomasa's father before killing him a bit before Makoto was born. As far as the Tsukauchi's mother knows, AfO is her husband's brother who helped out a lot at the time. Naomasa is the only one who knows his Uncle is lying, and he hates it, but can't tell anyone the truth because Uncle made it clear that Naomasa must pay him back for protecting his little sister and his mom. Naomasa has to be the one to teach Makoto how to manage her lie detecting quirk, has to get good grades to get to the police academy like Uncle orders, and has to not be suspicious.

2- Here, Naomasa meets All Might earlier, for a certain definition of "meet"- AfO worked hard to get them in contact on cases, but All Might is busy fighting twenty hours a day and doesn't really do the paperwork part of his job so actual communication with Naomasa is rare. Which, he's fine with, the less there is he has to pass on to his Uncle

3- When Naomasa first meets Toshinori, he actually thinks he's another spy for AfO placed closer to All Might after Uncle's injury, though he says nothing to verify that. Still, he's friendly - and then he learns he's All Might, and he starts hiding information on purpose from Uncle for the first time. He doesn't ask him for help yet though, he can't.

4- that changes after the Sky Egg incident, when All Might saves Makoto and everyone else. Naomasa waits until his sister is safe in the States, far away and not coming back soon, before he goes to Toshinori. He begs him not say anything, just to listen from the other room. Toshinori, worried, agrees, and then Naomasa takes a call from his Uncle. Toshinori recognizes the voice, and Naomasa confirms that he's alone in the room before answering other questions, carefully selecting what information to give before his Uncle hangs up. Toshinori stares at him. Naomasa looks down. "He doesn't know about you wound, or weakened form. My father... Used to have a lie detecting quirk too, you know. But he died quirkless. Anyway. I'm sorry. That's the truth."

Toshinori stares, silent, for a few more minutes. Then he says "and now, you can honestly say you never told anyone about what you did, or what he did."

"yeah. I hope I can, anyway."

To attempt to make up for what he's already given AfO, Naomasa starts passing information the other way... And does a lot of Toshinori's paperwork.

5- UA is a stressful time, with Naomasa called in to help after USJ and Uncle expecting to be told how far along the heroes are in their attempts to find him, and UA would really like Naomasa's help in sniffing out their own mole. But they manage, and Naomasa, who's been in love with Toshinori a few years at this point and said nothing, sees Toshinori so bright and happy as he ruffles Izuku's hair, and thinks seeing the real smile on the blond's face must be better than even kissing it like he sometimes is embarrassed to dream about.

(he gets a kiss later- Naomasa is furious when he discovers the mole. Not at Yuga- at his parents. Naomasa's father died before working for AfO, and his mother would have done the same, but these two are the ones who invited him in, who basically sold him their son! he's down to imprison the parents, or leave them to AfO, but not Yuga, who'd be better served hidden abroad. Toshinori watches him pace angrily about this before taking his hand, and saying he's unhappy too, but his student doesn't blame his parents and also might be liable to explode if he flees. Then Toshi promises to ensure AfO pays for what he's done, that Yuga and Naomasa and himself and Izuku and everyone will have peace when this is over. Naomasa disagrees - one, he's planning on being imprisoned himself after the war, and two, Toshinori shouldn't go out there, shouldn't get himself killed. Toshi just kisses the back of his hand though and leaves, saying it'll be all right and he'll see him later.)

#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game

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stealforreal · 2 years

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Mommy dearest 5

After taking in Tenko, you have your hands full. Life is slowly getting easier, but of course adopting a kid at age 23 raises eyebrows. It turns out you weren’t the only one who would be willing to look after Tenko, but how will Tenko react to your visitor?

With the new normal of having Tenko and you at work and school, created time to have bonding weekends. Tenko absolutely loved it, being out and about with his mom who never hurt him or scolded him. And after some getting used to raised brows and judgmental people asking you questions about his adoption. You could enjoy your weekend with your precious son uninterrupted. Nothing could shake you, you stood at the top of the world with your cute Tenko alongside you. Or so you thought.

The picnic the other weekend had been a success, and Tenko had since then asked everyday when the next picnic would occur. Everytime the answer was the same ‘not in the near future’ of course that bummed Tenko out, but he understood once you sat him down and taught him how time management works. Your weekends together had been peaceful and so far uninterrupted, but that was about to change.

It all started when you got a phone call from the police precinct, you picked up the call assuming it might be a follow up on your complaint about the unprofessional, prejudiced and misogynistic detective who conducted Tenko’s interview. “Hello, this is officer Tsukauchi. We have received a request to receive guardianship over Shimura Tenko, but as you have full guardianship we would like to inquire if you would be willing to negotiate the custody of Tenko Shimura ” The officer on the other line explained to you. For a minute you froze, not quite believing the audacity of the officer on the other end of the line. Guardianship, is putting it too lightly. You adopted Tenko, you are his mom now and have parental rights. After unfreezing white hot rage shot through your veins, so you turned back to the officer on the phone to give him a piece of your mind.

“Negotiate custody, you must be joking. I adopted that child, he is my son now and I will protect him and love him as my own for the rest of his life. He is not some kind of toy to be switched out when a distant relative suddenly decides they want the government's money for taking care of family and raising Tenko. I owe nothing to you, and will not be open to negotiate custody so to speak, and am quite frankly disgusted you would ask after I have been approved as a suitable mother by child protective services connected to YOUR precinct. Good day ” with that you hung up the phone, and walked back into the living room where Tenko was watching a cartoon.

He lit up at the sight of you exclaiming a happy ‘mama’ when you joined him on the couch and pulled him into your lap to cuddle. With Tenko being so happy and enthusiastic about the cartoon he babbled about to you, it simply solidified it furter for you that you weren’t ever going to give Tenko up.

A few days later when you were on the way to pick up Tenko from school, there was a queasy feeling in your chest like something was going to happen today. You ignored it in favor of parking the car and going to the school gate to wait on Tenko, so you joined the other parents who were also waiting and had a bit of small talk. You one of the single dads trying to impress you with boasting about how well he was raising twins, he kept hinting at wanting to give his kids a mother figure all while he was more or less eye fucking you. It was a public space, and so you kept your polite smile but didn’t contribute to the conversation.

As the bell rang and the school was officially done for the day, you walked away from the dad who had just reached the point of asking for your number in favor of meeting Tenko halfway. Tenko waved goodbye to his friends, before sprinting over to you with a toothy smile and a loud “mommy”. You caught Tenko in with open arms “did you have a good day honey?” you asked as you stood up with Tenko in your arms as you made your way to the car. “Yeah it was awesome, we had to talk about our parents today. So I told them how you rescued me and adopted me mama, but one of the other kids was rude and said then you probably didn’t want or like me. But I know you do, cuz you always say you love me. So I said at least my mama got to choose, your mama didn’t have a choice. The teacher was so impressed that I didn’t even get that big a scolding” Tenko huffed out in one breath.

The trip back home was filled with more stories from Tenko’s day in school, and you wondered if you really were that sarcastic around Tenko for him to pick so much up on it. It made you laugh so you decided it wouldn’t be a problem, besides you would rather Tenko end up as the passive aggressive type than the violent type. Everything came to a stop though when Tenko stopped and tugged on your pant leg on the way to the front door. “Who’s that mama?” Tenko asked as he pointed towards the large silhouette in front of your front door. “I don’t know, stay behind me okay Tenko” He nodded, and so you began approaching the silhouette. The closer you got the easier it was to see that the silhouette was a man, hulking over you. He was tall, broad and so filled with muscles that you were sure he was either a pro-hero or a bodybuilder.

“Excuse me sir, can I help you” Your tone was clipped but polite, your only concern was Tenko’s safety as he hid behind your leg like you instructed him to do. When the man turned around, it knocked the air out of your lungs. In front of you stood the number one hero All Might, his blonde hair and blue eyes were very telling. “I’m looking for a y/n l/n and her son Shimura Tenko” he said very politely, though it was like it took him a minute to find the words. Your protective instincts had simmered down a bit when you realized that it was the number one hero who was standing in front of you, but it did make you confused. Why was All Might tracking you and Tenko down?

Focusing on the man before you, you reply “that would be us, would you like to come inside. I would take a wild guess and say whatever reason led you to track us down, you wouldn’t want the press all over it, would you?” So with a raised eyebrow and a look at the now sheepish man and jerk your head for him to follow you and Tenko inside. Tenko is still clutching onto your pant leg, his little fist going white with the force used to hold the fabric. Tenko was annoyed, why was the stupid number one hero here. Tenko didn’t need saving anymore, he had his loving mama and her warm hugs and that was all he would need.

The three of you went inside, away from prying eyes. You offered All Might something to drink, as any gracious host would before sitting down to discuss the reason the pro-hero was in your home. “So All Might, why have you seeked Tenko and I out? '' you asked him curiously. Tenko was sitting sideways in your lap, so that he could see the both of you although he mostly side-eyed the pro-hero. The hero-jumped almost startled, he had been caught up in gazing at you and Tenko that he almost didn’t hear your question.

“Right, a friend of mine from the police force should have called you earlier, you see I used to know young Tenko’s grandmother. So when I heard from an old mentor of mine that Shimura Tenko had been registered in the system as an orphan I wanted to adopt him. But it seems you beat me to it, I would still like to be involved if possible ” The older man explained, hope glinting in his eyes.

It made sense to you, if he used to know Tenko’s grandmother that he would like to know Tenko. You would still like to know exactly how All Might, the symbol of peace and number 1 hero, knew Tenko’s grandma. Even if All Might wanted to be involved, it would ultimately be Tenko’s decision. Before you could mull over your thoughts too much, Tenko went tense in your lap. His eyes that were previously distrusting of the hero, turned down right angry. He was shaking in your lap from rage, his thoughts raging inside all with a negative view of the man in front of him. So as any tense child would, Tenko exploded.

“So now I’m good enough, I hate hate hate heroes. Nobody wanted me or wanted to help me when I needed it except mama, and now you want to take her from me. I hate you All Might” He yelled before storming into his room and slamming the door. You knew Tenko didn’t like heroes, and you know he had gotten better with the help of his therapist. In the beginning he was tense as soon as a hero even made an appearance on the TV, and he would scratch at his neck to relieve that stress. From working together with Tenko these past months, you knew he just needed some time to cool off. So you turned your attention back to the frozen man.

“Sorry about that, Tenko has almost exclusively only had bad experiences with his prior family and heroism. Then when the accident occured and he was alone and afraid, not one single hero of any rank, took the time to help him. And now when he finally has a stable and loving environment to grow up in, with a mother who does her best to support him emotionally you frase it as if you are here to take it from him. You can’t really blame him, he’s a traumatized child. But if you do blame him, then get out of my house you have no business being a parent” you explained to the man in front of you in a neutral tone of voice. You were an adult so you could have a mature conversation without you going on the defense immediately.

All Might looked shocked at the information. “But I thought you were a hero?” The older man tilted his head like a puppy would, and he had no right being cute doing that. But the head tilt or how attractive the hero was, wasn’t the thing to focus on now or ever. “No, I’m a doctor at the Mayumi Private Hospital '' he made an O’h face, as if it only now occurred to him that not all ‘heroes’ were in the pro-hero business. Now that your occupation was cleared up, the question that had been nagging you in the back of the head, could be asked.

“How exactly did you know Tenko’s grandmother”

So the pro-hero began explaining how Nana Shimura had been his mentor and foster mother. How Nana had to prioritize her son Kotaro’s safety after her husband died in an attempt to kill Nana, so she had put Kotaaro in the foster system. He explained how Nana had made himself and her best friend, who coincidentally is All Might’s other mentor, promise to not seek out Kotaro. And how sad he was when he heard the news of the Shimura family’s death, and how when he heard of little Tenko how he couldn’t just stay away this time.

In turn you told him about how you found Tenko, all bloodied and malnourished. How he had flinched when you went to touch him. And how your doctors and parental instincts had gone haywire. You told him of the things Tenko had admitted in therapy or simply to you. How all the heroes who were sworn to protect the citizens had ignored him in favor of 15 minutes of glory from a small villain take down. How Tenko had suffered from physical abuse at the hand of Kotaro Shimura, for wanting to be a hero. The emotional neglect he had suffered from, that the therapist and yourself had concluded. You told him about his progress, how he seemed to be a natural leader with his peers in school, and about the picnic the weekend prior.

After having exchanged stories and sentiments, your bleeding heart had made up its mind “All Might, I would be willing to try co-parenting with you.” The blond haired man lit up, similarly to Tenko when he played video games. “But. You have to be committed and patient, Tenko is not fond of heroes as you are learning. In the end Tenko is the one whose opinion matters the most, I will talk to him and explain to him why you want to be involved in his life. But I can’t garanti he wants anything to do with you” You tell him apologetically

“That is fine, I’m just happy you at least want to give me a chance to prove myself to young Tenko” he stands up, and holds out his hand to shake on it. “I’ll call you and update you, okay?” When he nods, you connect your hands in the handshake. He also hands you his phone so you can put in your number, so he knows who is calling him and will actually pick up the call. So you put your contact name as ‘Tenko’s Mama y/n’ All Might leaves not long after, he was called to the scene because “A hero never rests” as he yelled when he was leaving.

Now all you had to do was talk with Tenko, to calm him down and reassure him that All Might would not take him from you. So you prepare a snack for him, before starting your mission. With a sigh and a gentle smile you open up the door to Tenko’s room. The sight is heartbreaking, Tenko is laying in his bed curled up in a fetal position as tears stream down his face. “Oh, honey. Come here” you sit down the snack on his desk before sitting down next to him on his bed, and opening your arms so he can hug you. Once Tenko is sitting in your embrace, he begins to sob. “Please don’t leave me mama, I’ll be good I swear” He cries. That just breaks your heart, because of course Tenko has abandonment issues, you just hadn’t noticed because things have been going so well.

You spent a good half hour soothing your crying son, loving him to the best of your abilities. Rubbing his back and giving him forehead and temple kisses, hugging him and singing his lullaby to help him relax a bit. You explain to him the concept of shared custody, of how 2 people both can love you and want to raise you. But one might have him for longer periods of time than the other, because of a job. You ask him if he would let All Might be in his life, for starters just as a cool uncle like the ones from his favorite cartoons. Tenko agrees, but only if he and mama can go on vacation this summer. Something some of his classmates had talked about. So you agreed and texted the blonde hero the details of Tenko’s agreement. Before putting the phone away and spending the night, cuddling and watching a movie with your precious son.

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#mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x you #bnha fluff #bnha angst #shimura tenko #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki #mom!reader #mother!reader #mha x you #all might mha #parental!AllMight

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detectdad · 2 years

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Tsukauchi bandaging Izuku's arm: Another knife fight? Why?

Izuku: He was going to mug that nice lady!

Tsukauchi: Will you ever stop

Izuku: why would I do that

Tsukauchi: So I don't have a heart attack

#detective tsukauchi #parental tsukauchi #tsukauchi naomasa #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #vigilante izuku #izuku mydoria #bnha deku #midoriya izuku

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willofhounds · 1 year

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He was startled by the ringing of his phone a few inches away. Naomasa grabbed the phone and checked the number. Hmmm what did Chief Tsuragamae need?

He accepted the call with a curt, "Tsukauchi. What can I do for you, Chief Tsuragamae?"

There was a sound of relief on the other end of the phone. Before the Chief asked, "Detective, I am sorry to bother you given what's been happening at home. However this is an emergency and I need your help with something. Where are you?"

Naomasa glanced at Izuku to ensure he was still asleep before he answered, "I'm on my way back to my apartment with, Izuku. Why? What's happening?"

There was a muffled curse from Tsuragamae as he said something to someone on the other end. A reply was given but he couldn't make it out. Worry filled his gut. The Chief wasn't one to call him over something insignificant.

He asked again, "Chief, what is it?"

Izuku tiredly turned about in the seat. He opened one hazy green eye to look at Naomasa. Not fully awake then. Naomasa gave him a smile trying to put him at ease. That had the boy shifting to sit fully up and rub at his eyes tiredly. It made him look much younger than he actually was.

#my hero academia #midoriya izuku #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta/izuku midoriya #detective tsukauchi #parental tsukauchi #vigilante izuku #parental best jeanist #lost children #snippet #my hero fanfic #my hero academia aizawa #my fanfic stuff

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daddecember · 1 year

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Obscure-Dads Week-long Prompt Event!

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Rules/Guidelines:

In addition to using the #dad-ect-events tag (DadDecember Ect Events on ao3), also tag it with #Obscure-DadsWeek1 (Obscure Dads Week 1 on ao3) so we can find it and tag us on tumblr (@daddecember)

No NSFW will be reblogged. Feel free to write it, but we won’t be showing it off here! Any NSFW entries will be deleted. (This excludes the ao3 collection)

Heavy gore is allowed provided that it doesn’t exceed the limits of TV-MA rating

Make whatever you want! Art? Fics? A couple of drabbles/sketches? We don’t care! Just do what you do best and create!

We will be reblogging entires from the week leading up to the event to 2 weeks after

Stay tuned and subscribe for updates when the second event comes!

Written up version of image under cut:

We all know that some of the most creative and amazing characters in the fandom don't get to be parents (or psudo-parents) enough. So let's all go wild! From March 25th - March 31st, we're hosting the Obscure-Dad's week-long prompted event! Each of our favorite dads will get a day just for them to be appreciated!

Note: This event will have 2 parts, so look out for the second set in the coming weeks (Will be announced once week 1 is done!)

Dads this week:

25th: Best Jeanist 26th: Tsukauchi 27th: Present Mic 28th: Hawks 29th: Yoichi 30th: Kurogiri 31st: Dabi

#dad-ect-events #bnha events #dad event #obscure-dadsweek1 #best jeanist #detective tsukauchi #Present Mic #dad mic #Hawks #yoichi shigaraki #Kurogiri #dadgiri #Dabi #kurodad

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ao3feed-dadzawa · 29 days

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♥#Erasermic #Tododeku #Inko Midoriya #R:T #A:Aliveperson101 #Vigilante AU #Quirkless AU #Dadzawa

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nerdyquestier · 7 months

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Oboro-centric fanfic idea:

After the whole ordeal of him being made into a kinda-Nomu, he regains part of his conscious mind when being told to look over and protect Shigaraki. We saw him being good with kids Before, so what if that need to take care of (protect) a kid was so close to how he would have functioned without the brainwashing?

A whole two or so years of gaining Shigaraki’s trust (kid preferred Tomura to Tenko anyways because Trauma) later, and Oboro finally has a finalised idea to get the both of them out and away from AFO. Oboro had been getting more and more lucid as time went on so he was able to somewhat properly parent Tomura — eg getting him an informal education about heroes via pre-quirk media, Mic’s Radio show, and stories of training/friendship with Eraser and Mic.

What if when he got out, our Local Overworked Detective (TM), aka Tsukauchi, found him and a kid that was missing (thought to be dead) and flat out refused to let either of the two out of his sight for a solid day? — Oboro would have been around 19-20 by this point, so Tomura would have been around 8-9(?) (aging him down a couple years to make it fit nicer so he’s 6-7 at this point)

What if one of the first interactions either of the two had with a hero After (after they got out, after they were saved by themselves, after heroes failed for both of them again), it was a very uptight, upcoming intelligence hero, and sidekick of All Might himself, who tried to arrest Oboro for his hair flickering between being darker and lighter as he tries to avoid panicking in a loud, crowded place where people keep bumping into him?

What if the first time Oboro tries to reach out to Mic, Mic immediately cusses him out over the phone because he’s drunk and doesn’t recognise the code that he’s trying to get through to him?

What if Oboro thought that Aizawa died after no backup came for either of them so didn’t read into Mic seemingly hating him?

What if Oboro only met Aizawa after getting his Pro Hero license (alongside a Police Officer one, because Tsukauchi insisted), while their patrols just briefly overlapped?

What if Aizawa found his (dead for 4 years) best friend on a rooftop humming to himself in his hero costume on the anniversary of said “death”, proceeded to sing along and sit next to him, while hoping, praying to anything out there that it wasn’t just a dream, or a hallucination?

What if Tomura was adopted by Oboro legally for his 10th birthday?

What if Oboro was Underground Royalty because of how difficult it is to see clouds in the dark?

What if Oboro gets injured a month before his 22nd birthday and is rushed to UA to be seen to by Recovery Girl by insistence of Nighteye and Tsukauchi, rather than a hospital, and when he wakes up, his quirk had taken his sight?

What if they think it’s temporary? What if it wasn’t quite as temporary as they thought?

What if he’s scarred and bruised and his hair has blood scattered in the mist and he wakes up in pain and terrified because he can’t move?

What if when he tried to speak, all that came out was a whimper that was heard and reacted to by sleep deprived Best Detective and Nighteye as they tried to reassure their friend (younger brother, really) that he wasn’t back in the Doctor’s labs?

What if it took several minutes for that to even register for Oboro over the sharp smell of disinfectant and the uncomfortable bed he was on and the feeling of his quirk screeching and whining internally that the room he was in was too small, too dry?

This is my first post, I hope I did the things right 😅

#bnha #mha fanfiction #oboro shirakumo #aizawa shōta #shigaraki tomura #angst #i cannot stress this enough #it has so much potential #for angst

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frankencanon · 8 months

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Jujutsu Kaisen × Hero Academia Crossover AU where the Jujutsu Sorcerer Community is actually a Vigilante Serial Killer Cult

Okay, bear with me for a second here—

Consider: a sort of universe-fusion where JJK takes place in the BNHA universe, but...! Curses are not real. I repeat, curses do not exist.

The Sorcerer community is a cult made up of people who believe that Villains with mutant quirks are Curses, while the more anthropomorphic Villains are Curse Users.

They believe that destroying (i.e. killing) Curses exorcises them, and that Curse Users deserve the same fate. They believe that doing so is their civic duty as Jujutsu Sorcerers, and they groom their children to do the same.

Their community is highly secretive (supposedly because the public would not understand or be able to handle the "truth" of curses) and their children are kept cut-off from society as they're growing up, until they're old enough to attend Jujutsu Tech and start going on "missions" of their own to "exorcise" "curses".

A fanfic based in this AU would ideally start shortly before the protagonist is meant to attend Jujutsu High, when there is a major police bust and most of the cult are finally put under arrest for their crimes (serial murder, mainly).

The adult cult members would be put under arrest, while the younger ones will be evaluated based on whether they had "exorcised" anyone yet, and for the ones who haven't — they would be relocated and rehabilitated, and placed in foster care and sent to ordinary high schools that are willing to take them in.

For example: A raid is launched on Jujutsu Tech and the compounds of the main clans — all at the same time, so that no one has the chance to warn anyone else or escape.

Eraserhead and Tsukauchi are involved in the raid on the Gojō compound specifically, and while they're putting everyone under arrest a child — about fourteen or fifteen years old — suddenly appears out of nowhere.

He has white hair and eyes like the sky and is wearing a matching yukata. He is also eerily calm considering Aizawa is currently kneeling on the back of one of his family members, who is cuffed and spitting.

When the man on the ground sees him he orders the child to free him and "exorcise the curse users". The child blinks back, before turning to Aizawa and Tsukauchi to ask, "What are you doing?"

They (awkwardly) explain that the (adult) clan members are under arrest for serial murder, etc.

The kid asks what will happen to him. They explain that as he is an innocent child he will be placed with a foster parent, rehabilitated, and admitted to an eligible high school come fall.

The kid... smiles. Says, "OK!"

...He seems weirdly excited...?

(They don't know this yet, but little Gojō Satoru is positively ecstatic. He's gonna be free from his overbearing relatives?! He's gonna get to go to an ordinary high school and have a real high school experience with sports festivals and fairs and clubs?! He's gonna be able to do practically whatever he wants — have fun and eat sweets and goof off?! This is the best day of his life!)

(Gojō doesn't know this yet, but when Nedzu hears about him and his abilities an offer is going to be put forth for Gojō to attend UA...

If he passes the Hero Entrance Exam — which, of course he will — he will be admitted into the Hero Course as a first-year alongside students such as Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shōto, and Bakugō Katsuki.)

Other characters this could work with:

Young Fushiguro Megumi, abandoned by Toji. Perhaps he was just recently sold to taken in by the Zen'in Clan right before they got raided.

Quirkless Zen'in Maki, neglected by her so-called "family" but not about to let that stop her from getting stronger than any of them.

Itadori Yuuji, owner of a mild strength enhancement quirk, is victimized by a powerful pseudo-immortality quirk and gets sort of "possessed" after which the Sorcerers find him and forcefully induct him into the cult, telling him that he will eventually have to be executed... Until of course the police and heroes finally show up to arrest all of them.

A jaded Getou Suguru (shortly before he has his mental breakdown and massacres a village) is tired of risking his life and the lives of his friends killing exorcising Curses and Curse Users, when suddenly the school is raided and everyone put under arrest for serial murder — and goddammit, he didn't even want to do this shit anyway! Not anymore!

He's taken in by the Pro Heroes after they discover how he was lured into the cult as a kid and they work diligently to de-program him, giving him extensive therapy for all the shit he went through—and by god, he is so much happier now.

Etc, etc. ♡

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