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zukuist · 3 years

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not sure if ur requests are open (ignore if not) but lately I’ve been struggling with intrusive thoughts but ones where a voice says things like “someone’s watching u“ at random moments or creepy faces come in my head and it keeps me up at night (obvi ik nothings gonna happen but it makes me feel uneasy) so I was wondering how bakugou would be with someone who struggles with that?

INTRUSTIVE THOUGHTS [hcs]

FANDOM/S: 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia [bnha]

INCLUDES: k. bakugō, s. todoroki, f. tokoyami (new !)

CW: INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS ❕

your name is shortened to y/n, GENDER NEUTRAL TERMS!

SIDE NOTE: hi, sorry for the delay anon :( but in a way, i know how you feel about the intrusive thoughts situation. it’s quite different, but i know how it feels to be uneasy by them. however, everyone has intrusive thoughts! one way or another. (i added shōto and fumi because i thought it fitted them too)

BAKUGŌ KATSUKI ||

the concept is a little foreign to him. like.. he knows when he’s actually seeing stuff, or if he’s just imagining things.

it’s a little rocky for him at first, because he can’t figure out how and why your mind wrecks havoc on you, by creating these things.

i say it’s a little rocky, because he accidentally said something ignorant, when you were expressing your worries to him

(which he pulls you into a hug, repeating apologies when the words sink in.)

with that being said, he immediately knows when you’re going through it again.

is it the way you’re constantly checking your back? maybe. is it the way you look a little on edge? possibly.

regardless, he’s quick to bring a solution to your distress.

calling out your name in his signature katsuki way, making sure you know it’s him, and not something you think was created by your intrusive thoughts.

“it’s just me, idiot. snap out of it.” words are obviously rough

but he’s pushing you infront of him, providing you non-verbal reassurance. the only one that’s going to stand behind you is him

and even then, he won’t be that far off. he’ll be right there with you, he’ll make sure of it.

when you’re struggling with sleep, katsuki stays up past his respective bedtime, willingly.

he doesn’t care if you’ve took a bath already, because he’ll draw you a nice, comforting bath. the temperature distracting you, as you relax into the water.

didn’t know how to solve the faces issue at first, but eventually created a solution of his own (even if he wasn’t so sure if it’d work)

katsuki will protectively wrap his arms around you, his hands resting against each side of your cheek.

the only time his faces REALLY relaxes. makes you mimic his facial expressions, just so you could burn out the ones that keep you awake, and tired.

“wish you didn’t have to go through shit like that, twerp. but i’ll let you know this. you’ll always be safe around me, always!”

|| SHŌTO TODOROKI

compared to bakugō, shōto’s a bit more familiar to the subject.

i can’t say his intrusive thoughts are like yours though. on top of that, he also doesn’t get them as much as you do.

but, his intrusive thoughts are mostly about his father 💀 doesn’t matter if he’s in the process of atonement, it’ll always be that way for him 😔

so help him understand it a little more. if you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine for him (since he can just google it, even if it’s generalized)

but it’d definitely help a ton, if you told them when this happens, why you think it happens, and how you deal with it, so he can help you more.

omg he’s so sweet

so, when he does recognize the signs (possibly shaky hands, spacing out randomly for long periods of time, and constantly checking behind you)

he’s quick to jump to your aid.

when he’s not in arm’s reach, shōto will first step in front of you slowly, greeting you with a gentle, small smile.

“hey love, could you name 5 things you can touch right now?”

asks that, so your attention could focused on something else. something else that’s not the horrible intrusive thoughts.

when the intrusive thoughts kick in while you guys are together (like on a date or something similar) he’ll bring you back by cooling his right hand, the cold snapping your attention back to him.

also does the same thing, if you prefer heat. what matters is that he gets your undivided attention.

“pay attention to me for a second, angel. it’s just me.”

when your intrusive thoughts prevent you from sleeping, he feels really bad, because his own thoughts kept him awake at sometime.

shōto doesn’t mind staying up, absorbed in his thoughts. however, when it’s you, it feels like his heart cracks a little.

shōto isn’t much of a talker, but when it’s you, he’ll talk as much as he possibly can, as long as you forget your intrusive thoughts.

truth to be told, it was smart of him to do that. his voice is so soothing <3

holds your hand while you sleep, and keeps you close to him, which isn’t very common, since he knows how much people need space when they sleep.

“sleep well and comfortably, love. i’ll always be here to melt and ice away any intrusions.”

TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE ||

used to have them a lot, and they were all different in categories.

it’s impossible to like everyone, but he’d never wish this experience on anyone. it was just that bad for him :(

this all went on, until dark shadow got sick of it, and bothered them all away. simply just by annoying him to death 💀

(it worked, so fumikage can’t really complain about it much)

so, when he hears that you’re dealing with your own set of intrusive thoughts, he can’t help but feel bad.

“aw, is fumi soft for y/n?” “cease these unnecessary comments, dark shadow.” “whaaaat? i didn’t say it was a bad, c’mon!”

since dark shadow made his own intrusive thoughts come to an end, he’ll make dark shadow shoo yours away.

“you did it before, so do it again.” “heh, never thought you’ve asked, fumikage. leave it to me!”

it didn’t work 💀 doesn’t know why he thought that was a smart idea, but at least dark shadow distracted you from the terrible intrusions

if fumikage sees you struggling with them when he’s a bit farther away from you, he’ll panic, because wtf he can’t help you at this distance

so, he’ll send dark shadow over to distract you, to at least make you giggle.

“geez, who the hell invented these things! if i could, i’d fight them.” “. . .these are my thoughts.” “oh well. . . then never mind! i said nothing. fumikage’s worried about you.”

when he is with you, he’ll grab a hold of your hand. fumikage’s on your left, and dark shadow’s on your right. “hey, songbird. can you do some breathing exercises with me?”

tokoyami’s a recovering 3am night owl, so when he sees you wide awake because of your thoughts, he’ll get up to get you a glass of water.

but a good majority of the time, he’ll rub the sleepiness out of his eyes, just to have a small, yet meaningful chat with you.

“my thoughts are really something, huh?” “definitely. i believe we’ll get through this, though. it’s not utterly impossible.” “i’ll take your word for it, fumi.”

wraps a nice, comfortable blanket around the two of you. the fabric’s in a signature dark color, blocking out any lingering light

then, he wraps his arms around you (doesn’t matter if you’re taller.) and whispers sugary, sweet nothings as you fall asleep.

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Long Night in the Valley Chapter 1

Behold, my attempt to rectify the appalling lack of into the mind fics in the BNHA fandom. :P

AO3

FFN

“You shouldn’t be here.”

He stood on top of the stairs to the beach, looking down on them. With the sun rising behind them, his pupils were pinpoints, his irises shockingly bright. He wore a thin windbreaker over a t-shirt that read ‘tracksuit’ and a pair of sweatpants with his signature red shoes. His expression was strangely flat and blank. He had never looked at them like that before.

“Deku?” said Ochako, uncertainly, taking a step forward, her hand half raised, as though she could reach him despite being so far away.

The commission instructor flung out an arm, stopping her. He was staring up at the boy, too, his eyes blown wide, lips pulled back with something like worry, something like fear, and something like avarice. “Whatever that is,” he said, “it isn’t Midoriya Izuku.”

Aizawa reviewed the program the commission had sent to him, ignoring the gentle bumping of the bus and the barely controlled chaos of the students around him. It looked fairly straightforward, all things considered. The requirement was new, and Aizawa felt it was illogical to test students like this, when they could simply have the material added to the course load, but, overall, he’d seen worse.

So why did this bother him so much?

He scanned the paperwork again. He was going to be getting the same certification as his students, had arranged to be part of the same general ‘cohort’ even, because he didn’t trust them on their own. At all. Ever.

But that shouldn’t be an issue. Even when they did get split up, they’d be going in groups of five and—

Ah. There it was. Groups of five, with any odd numbers being used to fill out other groups who were undergoing testing on the same day, most of whom were adult heroes, if he recalled correctly.

With the addition of Aizawa, there were twenty-one of them.

Calling on years of experience, Aizawa didn’t groan. The thing was, Aizawa knew, even before arriving and having numbers and groups assigned, who the odd one out would be. There was only one student who could be so problematic without trying or indeed having any control over the variables that went into causing the problem.

Midoriya.

Aizawa almost suspected that Midoriya had some secret trouble-attracting quirk on top of the lightning-spitting bone-breaking insanity and the randomly appearing eldritch abomination tentacle things. It would fit right in.

Sadly, Midoriya’s ability to find trouble didn’t seem to go away when Aizawa stared at him, so he had to acknowledge that the kid was just that unlucky.

If Aizawa let Midoriya go off to complete the course on his own, he would probably discover that, oh, pro hero Wash was laundering money from an overseas smuggling operation disguised as an environmental clean up charity. Or, somehow, locate a villain, despite being at a secure hero commission building. Like he had during the provisional license exam. Or break a bone. Again. Or discover a previously unknown aspect of his quirk. Again. Or get into a fight with Bakugo. Again.

No way. Not if Aizawa had anything to say about it.

Izuku bounced in place, excited. He was attending a professional development course given by the Hero Standards and Practices Commission. It was like a dream come true! Literally! He dreamed about this! Of course, he’d had the dream when he was seven, and he’d just learned about the HSPC and what it did, and All Might had been the course teacher, which he wasn’t going to be for this course, and which was also a little redundant, because All Might (Mr. Yagi, Toshinori, Eight) was already his teacher, and the reason behind this course, and making everyone with any kind of hero license take it, was a bit disturbing, and he’d had to opt out of some of the course features, because reasons, but, regardless—

“Midoriya,” said Jiro, tapping on his shoulder, “they’re calling for you.”

“Oh! Thanks!” said Izuku, nodding vigorously, and, man, he really had to cut his hair soon. It was getting long enough to fall in his eyes when he did that, and that would be distracting in the field. Good thing it wouldn’t matter for today!

They weren’t going to be doing anything physical, after all.

He walked up to the table, showed the person with the clip board his provisional license (he could still hardly believe he had it! It was so cool!) and received a card with a number on it.

“Pin that to your shirt,” said the man, hardly looking at him.

At least, the man was trying to look like he was hardly looking at him. Maybe he recognized him from the sports festival and didn’t want to make things awkward? But it had been a while since the sports festival. They tended to drain from common memory pretty quickly, and—

Oh, no, he’d been holding up the line.

He sketched a quick bow and ran over to where the rest of his classmates and teacher were waiting.

“So,” said Aizawa, looking as exhausted as ever. There was a spark of something in the man’s eye, though. Vigilance. Had he noticed something amiss? Should Izuku be on alert as well? “We have consecutive numbers, so most of us should be together in the same groups. Problem child.”

Izuku jumped to attention. “Yes, sir?”

… It was kind of sad that he answered to the name ‘problem child,’ wasn’t it?

(Was it sadder that he almost liked the nickname? It was nicer than what some of his other teachers had called him. It didn’t have the same bite.)

“Trade numbers with Yaoyorozu.”

Izuku blinked and looked at Yaoyorozu in surprise. “Um,” he said. “Okay?” He unpinned his card and held it out to his classmate.

Yaoyorozu took it carefully, frowning at the number. “Why are we doing this, sensei?” she asked.

“Because knowing his luck, Midoriya is going to be the odd one out, and you’re the only one I trust not to kill someone or get kidnapped if you’re left on your own.”

Okay. Harsh. But fair.

“What about Iida?” asked Kaminari.

“I know what I said.”

Harsher—Wait. Aizawa knew about that? Since when?!

“Didn’t she go off that one time, though? At Kamino?”

Aizawa turned to stare at Mina, who held her hands up. “Forget I said anything, sensei!”

“No, no, you’re right. Hagakure, you take Midoriya’s number.”

“Eh, me?” asked the invisible girl.

“Yes,” said Aizawa.

“Er, are you sure? I don’t know if I could survive a Midoriya-level calamity!”

Izuku felt his jaw drop a little. Was that what they were calling it now? Rude.

“The calamity won’t happen if he isn’t there,” reasoned Aizawa.

Which. Okay. True. But also, rude.

Izuku wasn’t that bad, was he?

Izuku took Hagakure’s card. The number put him between Uraraka and Aizawa, so he’d probably be with at least one of them. On reflection, Yaoyorozu’s number had put him on the other side of Aizawa. Which probably wasn’t a coincidence.

The rest of the class got through registration shortly thereafter, with several of his classmates trying to trade their own numbers, only for Iida to scold them. Which was typical, really. It was almost calming, and Izuku needed calm after… that.

Was his luck really that bad?

Now he was much more nervous than before. Except, before he’d been excited, and, now, he was really—

Not.

He fiddled with the sleeve of his uniform, trying not to pick at his scars or cross the line into overtly fidgeting and being distracting. He wished he’d brought one of his grip strength training tools. At least with those he could pretend their only purpose was working out, unlike his other fidget toys.

Oh, gosh, was that pro hero Rosemary, the memory hero? And Strato! The high altitude hero!

Wow, he’d been so worried he almost hadn’t noticed how many amazing heroes were here! There were even some he didn’t know!

And then they were being called up, number by number.

Hagakure, true to Aizawa’s prediction, was placed with a group of confused-looking strangers, including Rosemary. Izuku was almost jealous. He’d love to learn how her quirk worked.

Actually… All of the people in that group were heroes with mental quirks. How interesting! Izuku would have to ask Hagakure if they gave her any tips. He was sure they’d have different insights than the other people in their class, especially considering the subject matter of the course.

The subject matter being combating mental attacks.

That’s why Izuku had to opt out of being a ‘subject’ for the course. He didn’t entirely understand it, not yet, but One for All definitely had a mental aspect, and he didn’t know how or if that would show up in a simulated attack like the ones they’d be demonstrating. It was better to play it safe. His quirk was already weird enough as it was. He still wasn’t sure how he’d manage to talk Aizawa and his classmates out of being suspicious after blackwhip came out. Most of that day was a blur.

Izuku suspected that things would not have been smoothed over nearly so easily if Nezu hadn’t known about One for All.

He also wasn’t looking forward to the reaction when the other user’s quirks started coming out – Even if being able to use them was going to be really cool.

Anyway, his own group had resolved itself to consist of Aizawa, Uraraka, Iida, and Todoroki. He was relieved. Todoroki looked relieved, too. That made sense. With what Todoroki had told Izuku about his history, he wouldn’t want to be doing this with people he didn’t know, either.

But Todoroki would have opted out, anyway, right? Or did Endeavor not let him? Honestly, that would be par for the course for Endeavor. Todoroki said he was getting better, but… Izuku had doubts. He liked to think that people could always be saved, even from themselves, that most villains could be reformed, even if the government didn’t think so, that people like Endeavor and Kacchan could see the error of their ways. But.

But even though Kacchan was better than he was before didn’t mean that he didn’t still do things that Izuku… didn’t like.

And he couldn’t imagine that Endeavor was changing faster than Kacchan.

“Who will they have us do first, do you think?” asked Uraraka. “I mean, I know they’re going to go through all of us, but all of this is making me so nervous. I have a lot of embarrassing memories, I mean, I’m sure everyone does, but, ugh, that didn’t come out right…”

“Well!” said Iida, energetically. “If they let us volunteer, I shall go first!”

“What?” said Izuku, surprised. “You didn’t opt out?”

“Opt out?” asked Uraraka. “That was an option?”

“I mean, yes?” said Izuku. “I mean, I had to file a bunch of paperwork and get Mom, All Might, and Principal Nezu to sign off on it, but, I mean, it’s an option for people who know secrets that shouldn’t be exposed.” Like Iida. What was he thinking?

“I… did not know that was an option,” said Iida, who had evidently now realized he was in deep, deep trouble.

Izuku resolved to protect his friend’s secrets as best as he was able, even if it meant he didn’t get a good score in the training.

“I didn’t think there was an opt-out option, either,” said Todoroki, frowning. He reached towards his face but tugged on his hair instead of touching his scar.

Okay. So. “Am I- Am I the only one that asked? L-like, it wasn’t easy, I had to get a bunch of signatures, but it was doable, I…” He shrugged, helplessly.

“I wasn’t informed there was an opt-out,” said Aizawa, grumpily and a little… suspiciously?

Izuku cringed. He did not need his teacher to be suspicious of him. He did not need people looking into his life. Into his past. Into his quirk.

Maybe, if they couldn’t keep Iida’s and Todoroki’s secrets quiet, he could play his reluctance off as pertaining to those. Even if the idea made him feel incredibly guilty and unworthy of his friends.

He would just have to do his best to help them.

Before any more conversations could be had, their group was called into one of the rooms. A set of six cheap futons laid on the floor. Monitoring equipment lined one of the walls. Two commission personnel, a man and a woman, were waiting for them.

When the woman saw Izuku, she frowned and pulled her phone out of her pocket. What was that about.

“Hi,” said the man, who had a rather hooked nose and very bright, almost glowing, yellow eyes. “I’m Ito Kenzo, and I’ll be your instructor for today. You can call me Ito-san. This is Saito Yume, we’ll be using her quirk for today’s demonstration.”

The woman smiled brightly, putting away her phone quickly. “The way my quirk works is that I can put up to five people into a shared dream state modeled after a sixth person’s mind. All six people lose consciousness when I use my quirk, and the perception of time in the dream state is usually altered, although by how much varies depending on the group. The dream state persists until either I release it, the people involved break free, or eight hours pass. However, I’ll be making the rounds once an hour to pull everyone out and let you move on to the next person in the group.”

“I’ll be joining the dream state with you, to help point out tactics,” said Ito. “Although the person the dreamscape is modeled on won’t be completely aware of what’s going on, the goal is to familiarize you with what it feels like to have your minds invaded in a safe, secure environment. Saito-san’s quirk is similar enough to that of several known villains to be a good example of what to expect.” Ito paused. “Any questions?”

Uraraka raised her hand. “Who’s going first?” she asked.

“Ah, that would be—” He broke off as Saito tugged on his sleeve and showed him her phone. The man did a double take, then paled, slightly. He glanced at Izuku. “Er,” he said, “you’re not supposed to be in this group.”

“Yes, I-I am,” said Izuku. “This is- This is my number? It matches?”

Ito glanced at Saito. Then his phone rang. “Oops,” he said, looking at his phone. “It looks like I’m in the wrong group. You kids are supposed to have Suzuki-san, I was, was requested by another group, so sorry! He’ll be here in a minute!” Ito retreated through the back door at high speed.

Izuku swallowed. Something was going on behind the scenes. This wasn’t about the suspected traitor thing again, was it? Izuku had thought, after the training camp, that it was pretty obvious it had to be a teacher… And it couldn’t be Aizawa-sensei. He’d almost been killed by the noumu.

(Also, he was the best teacher Izuku had ever had.)

A new, much taller man walked through the door. “Hello,” he said. “I am Suzuki Takami. I am your instructor. Apologies for the mix up.”

“No worries!” said Saito. “Everyone, go ahead, lie down, get comfortable. Midoriya-san, you’re first!”

“What?” said Izuku. “But, I, um, I opted out? I filled in the paperwork and everything. I got a signature from Abe-san, and Kondo-san, and, and—” He fumbled to pull out his paperwork. He’d kept copies, just in case.

Saito and Suzuki didn’t so much as look at it.

“This course doesn’t have an ‘opt-out,’” said Suzuki.

“Excuse me,” said Aizawa. “He clearly has paperwork for an opt-out. Maybe you were misinformed. Like you were about the room.”

Suzuki shook his head. “I don’t know who you talked to,” he said, “but they were either mistaken about what course you were referring to, or you misunderstood them.”

“But,” said Izuku.

“Midoriya,” said Aizawa, “if you want to sit this out, it’s fine. I can go with you, so you won’t be alone. No one’s going to make you subject yourself to a quirk you aren’t comfortable with.”

“He can do that,” said Suzuki, “but he’ll lose his provisional license. He’d have to go through recertification entirely. When’s the next licensing exam?”

“Hold up,” said Aizawa, “you’re doing this course two more times, aren’t you? I know I was given multiple options for getting this certification.”

“Sure,” said Saito, “but it’s still going to be my quirk.” She wrapped a strand of her hair around her finger, stressed.

Izuku’s mind was racing. He couldn’t lose his license. He couldn’t lose his ability to help people. He—What would All Might think? He couldn’t—

“It-It’s-It’s fine, sen-sensei, I’m um. It’s fine! I’ll- I’d have to do this anyway, right? Mi-might as well get it over with, huh?” He walked over to one of the futons, and set down his backpack, trying to hide his trembling hands. “So, is-is there anything special or specific I have to do for your quirk to work?”

“Nope,” said Saito, cheerfully, “just lie down and close your eyes. Come on, everyone lay down.”

Aizawa moved slowly, which was nothing short of shocking considering how eager he usually was to crawl into his sleeping bag. He put the bag down on one of the futons. “You’re sure there’s no way for Midoriya to opt out?”

“Positive. We’re really sorry,” said Saito.

“Illogical,” grumbled Aizawa. He got into his sleeping bag nonetheless. “You sure about this, problem child?”

“I-I’m sure, sensei! Plus ultra, right?” He laid down, trying to get comfortable, but the panic rising in his veins really didn’t allow for that. He could, distantly feel One for All (and all it contained) pressing up against the back of his mind with something like concern. He swallowed. Don’t think about it.

His classmates were, hesitantly, picking out their own spots. Iida looked like he wanted to say something. Uraraka’s brow was furrowed, her lips pursed. Todoroki was difficult to read, as always.

Suzuki was already lying down, staring at the ceiling.

Izuku closed his eyes.

“Alright!” said Saito. “Here we go!”

Yume left the room with Midoriya Izuku in it, feeling just slightly dazed. She paused for a moment in the back hallway. She had dozens of other groups to set off, and she was running late after that little snafu.

Midoriya Izuku was supposed to be in a group with Suzuki-san and four other specially picked professional heroes. Heroes who would get to the bottom of why and how he had multiple quirks, who would find out who he really was, who would figure out how he was in contact with the League of Villains and why they decided to pick some random quirkless nobody—

Assuming that’s what Midoriya Izuku really was. The initial investigation had uncovered some discrepancies in his family records.

In any case, he was not supposed to be in a group with his little friends and overprotective teacher.

Oh, well. Except for Midoriya, they were all clean. If they were really heroes, they’d do what was right.

Yume pushed off the wall (when had she started leaning on it?) and stumbled. Something bright and red caught on the periphery of her vision and she looked down.

Her nose was bleeding.

She licked her lips, tasting copper. It shouldn’t be bleeding. That only happened when she overused her quirk, when she tried to put too many people into one dreamscape or tried to combine two dreamscapes into one. She’d been pacing herself. This shouldn’t be happening. It shouldn’t be bleeding like this, like she had just put more than a dozen people under.

Suzuki Yume promptly passed out.

“Wow,” said Uraraka, looking around in delight. She was still worried about Deku. He’d looked really bad right before Saito-san activated her quirk, and she and Suzuki-san had been acting kind of shady, but—

But—

This place was beautiful, and she couldn’t help but be a little in awe. She’d kind of expected dreamscapes to be more… Mushy, maybe? Darker? Her dreams usually weren’t very clear (except for the nightmares, and those didn’t count).

But Deku’s dreamscape was as bright as he was: a beautiful beach and a cerulean ocean at sunrise. Or was it sunset? Either way, the sun hovered above the ocean, its light gleaming off the waves.

“Wow,” said Todoroki, approaching the breakers on the beach. He crouched, looking at the sand. “It’s really…” he poked the sand, “detailed.”

“As expected of Midoriya!” exclaimed Iida, waving his hands. “His attention to detail is unparalleled!”

“Hm,” said Aizawa. “Too bright…” He put on his goggles.

“Excuse me,” said Suzuki. “If I can have your attention, please. I apologize for the deception, however—”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

#bnha #fic #fanfic #my writing #boku no hero academia #gen #long night in the valley

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nice-kill-tanaka · 3 years

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May I have a my hero and ohshc matchup plz

I'm a short girl around 5'2 with long brown hair and eyes and a leo. I like anime,dragons,reptiles,drawing but I'm not good,tarantulas,sweets,video games, memes,dark humor. I am very kind but I care more about others than I do myself. I have bad anxiety. I tend to overthink about everything. I love to sing especially country music but I am tone deaf. I have trouble standing up for myself because I was bullied alot. I can be very blunt. I also love to swear. I can be very loud. I love a good mystery and cop shows. I love dad jokes and puns.I am terrified of bees and heights. I am very lazy but I can be good at doing stuff if motivated. I have a very kind heart and sad stories or ones with very happy endings make my heart happy or hurt like crazy. But even though I'm kind that doesn't mean i am nice all the time. I am extremely grumpy and have a short temper especially on no sleep or if I just woke up. I also do have adhd and some anxiety I dont like being touched randomly unless I know it will happen or if I touch someone. As for dreams I'm not sure I wanna be a voice actor but not too sure if its right for me as I don't know how to edit or even have the equipment. I want someone who can just listen to me as I ramble on about things I love. I want someone to understand that I think differently then normal people. I also want someone to be able to understand im not the most affectionate person but I can be if given time but I will help someone if they are touch starved like I am.

[🌄 @cutelittleriot requested one (1) regular My Hero Academia matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.🌌]

YAYYY!! First bnha matchup!! I gotchu bud 👍 I’m thinking about trying something new for the bnha fandom in particular. So, I’ll try it out and see what you think! Also, I got a little carried away with this one, so if it doesn’t seem characteristically accurate to you, please tell me!! 😖

And, the lucky person is:

⛰Eijiro Kirishima⛰

Quirk: Dragon

Dragon is a mutation quirk. It manifests slowly over time, until the user becomes about 60% dragon-esque at around 15/16 years old.

Scales and tough skin appear on the arms, legs, and face. Sharp teeth and claws grow in. Horns protrude from the forehead. A tail grows from the spine. Finally, wings grow from the back.

Flesh becomes twice as tough in places where scales are.

Depending on the user’s body type, wing usage is limited. (Since you’re generally shorter than average, “flying” and gliding comes easier to you.)

When the user consumes pressurized carbon dioxide, their stomach converts it into flammable gasses. Which allows the user to breathe- er...burp...fire.

Fire must be carefully used however. The smoke produced can accidentally be breathed in, causing lung damage.

🌱Humble Beginnings🌱

I’ll start by saying this: Being bullied is never fun. Being bullied over something you can’t easily control or change? Rub salt in it, why don’tcha?

You weren’t sure what the select few kids in your grade thought was so hilarious about your quirk. But, they managed to find enough wrong with it to do their damage for most of your time in school

First, the patches of scales that showed up on your skin were “too weak”. Then, your awkward transition stage with growing horns, wings, and tail was suddenly “ugly”

By the time your quirk fully manifested, the jeers finally devolved to “freak-ish”

Like a river carving out the Grand Canyon, the work was slow and wore you down over time. But, the impact was a lot bigger than even you’d initially thought

While you managed to somewhat heal and learned to guard your emotions against such hurtful things, that’s all you learned to do: Guard yourself. You were a shield with no spear, since you never fought back

With the help of supportive parents and teachers, your self-esteem wasn’t so low, but you did often downplay or underestimate your abilities

Like, Bitch??? You can burp fire??? Know your power???

The people you were on good terms with seemed to see a potential that you either disregarded, or didn't know about all together

They saw the way you treated others with consideration and forethought. How, despite (or because of) your anxiety, you remained hyper-aware of the problems of others and how to accommodate. And while your anger did have its vices, people knew how hot your righteous rage could burn

It actually took a lot of convincing for you to even apply to U.A.

Outside of your other aspirations for the future, you didn’t particularly feel worthy for the job. Of anything you could be, you weren’t a fearless, upstanding, unshakable individual, not even giving a second thought to throwing yourself into danger for the good of others. You weren’t your alleged definition of a hero, and that was enough to deter you

But, whenever you recited your polite (well-rehearsed) decline, most gave you the same weirdly optimistic retort:

“Just try, maybe you’ll do better than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

So, here you were at an entrance exam full of people you hardly knew, wondering how you even rationalized to yourself that this would go just fine

The written exam went okay. As well as you could for literally guessing what to study to pass

All you had to do was do your best on the physical exam, and you’d be done for the day

But, your issue was in the people around you, not the exam itself

You were aware of the high amount of attention the moment you walked onto campus. The way other kids measured you up from a distance, studying everything about your not-so-human body. Watching your every move, especially the way your movements were strained from soreness (A short period of intense training tends to do that to you). You assumed they also wanted to see if your disposition was as powerful as your quirk suggested

((You specifically noticed a coltish, green-haired kid muttering to himself, questioning if your wings could actually support your body weight))

Even now, as the prospective heroes-in-training warmed up, you felt the stares burning into you

Half of you wanted to lift your eyes and rhetorically ask what the hell they were looking at, only feeling more annoyed as you snorted and returned to what you were doing. The other half wanted to fold into yourself until you disappeared (If only it were that easy)

But, you had enough (Roughly, one billion) worries on your mind to put confrontation on the list. Shaking off your anxious shivers as you lowered your head and continued with your “stretches” seemed so much easier

(A.k.a. Staring off into space as you held your limbs in awkward positions)

The time to begin the physical test was drawing near, and your self-doubt hadn’t eased up. Maybe this was a mistake. You didn’t belong here. Not when so many other students could fill the space you’re wasting so much better. Maybe if you slipped through the back now, you’d save yourself the disappointment of not living up to your own standards

“Hey, brown-haired girl! With the horns!”

You heard a gruff whisper from not to far behind you, from the left. You tensed for a moment, wondering what the voice could possibly want from you. But, the sight you saw was rather unexpected

The voice definitely matched the body, bulky and slightly rough looking, a little taller than you. Matched with a sweet face, sharp teeth, and bright, spiky, red hair. The smile he showed you instantly calmed your thoughts

“…Hm?”

You gave a short response, not wanting to jump to conclusions yet

“I saw you looking kinda psyched out over here, so I thought talking to you would make you less nervous!”

You felt a warm and fuzzy sensation in the pit of your stomach. As much encouragement as you got to achieve things, you didn’t see much of it to consider how you felt. How you could feel better. You liked it, which was surprising, considering the encouragement came from a perfect stranger

“Oh, uhh…thanks then. But, I’m fine, I promise! I’m no more nervous than you are.”

“Well, that’s also why I came to talk…I’m kinda freaking out too…”

This boy’s transparency was almost scary, but on the other hand, very comforting. You didn’t catch him trying to stare at your mutated parts once as you talked. Your eyes were the thing he seemed the most focused on, and while it made you embarrassed, it was the good kind (if that makes sense)

But, soon enough, the announcement for the beginning of the exam came over the loudspeaker, and you and your acquaintance had to look out for yourselves. But, before you parted ways, the redhead turned to you

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima, by the way! See you when I see you, Shortie!”

🌳Flourishing Love🌳

The beginning of Kirishima seeing you as a romantic option happened not too long after parting ways at the physical exam

He was almost completely cornered by one of the machines students could disarm for points. And just as that was happening, you had just turned the corner after shaking off another one

You saw Kirishima, but he definitely didn’t see you, trying hard to look tough, but struggling to stand his ground

It quickly dawned on you that Kirishima didn’t have a quirk that could easily deal with the hostile device. And if he did, he was too scared to use it

You vetoed the idea of charging in head on first. You didn’t feel like getting yourself or Kirishima hurt. Especially without a plan. You needed to be smart about getting your only acquaintance out of this situation

Your heart raced and your execution was all but clean, but you ended up using your fire breath to weld the robot’s wheels to the concrete

Before you let your inhibitions get the better of you, you climbed the machine and punched out the camera on the front. From atop the beast, you hung your tail over the edge low enough for Kirishima to grab. You didn’t dare look down at the ground

“Dammit Eijiro, grab on!!”

Once you felt a weight on your tail, you used your wings to propel you both forward. Obviously, away from the robot

You were too high on adrenaline and fear to notice, but Kirishima stared at you like you were the embodiment of Heaven on Earth. The stars in his eyes almost seemed inappropriate for the situation 😅

You looked just as—if not more—afraid than he was. But, you seemed so okay with the fact that you weren’t fearless, and acted like a true hero anyway. He admired, dare I say loved that about you

And he didn’t even know your name

As soon as you found out that you and Kirishima were in the same class, you felt instant relief. At least you were familiar with someone at U.A.

You guys’ friendship developed rather fast, like and extrovert adopting an introvert

Kirishima quickly noticed how fast you opened up once you got comfortable around him, and loved you all the more for how bright and vibrant the unfiltered you was

He found himself picking up on your sense of humor, telling dad jokes you whisper under your breath to the Bakusquad (Much to Bakugou’s dismay 😅)

Don’t worry, he always gives you the credit 😉

As time went on, Kirishima learned to appreciate how blunt you were. He realized that he needed someone to tell it like it is (“It isn’t manly to sugarcoat things! 😤” he says)

And while Kirishima prefers physical activities over video games, he loves to hype you up while you play before classes

It was only natural a mutual crush would form :D

Kirishima finally worked up the guts to ask you out after the U.S.J. Incident

You and him had gotten separated (You had gotten trapped with the cold son of Endeavor. And you both took out the villains with an awe-inspiring display of fire and ice)

Kirishima was faced with the reality that either of you could lose each other at any moment. And while both of you came out alright, he realized he couldn’t be wishy-washy about his feelings for you

He told you on your way to school the next morning:

“Look. What happened yesterday really scared me. Normally, I wouldn’t say that, but I think you deserve to know. Because…you mean a lot to me!! More than I can put into words. I love when we have fun together, and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I never got to tell you how I felt…”

“Basically…I like you!! Like…in the romantic way…”

Your early morning grumpiness dissipated almost instantly, replaced by momentary confusion and disbelief, then embarrassment and joy. Was this really happening…? The boy that took a chance on you since the beginning, confessed that he had feelings for you…? Even though you didn’t question your relationship, you always assumed the nice things Kirishima said, the way he looked at you, was all part of the pleasantries. You questioned if you were even worth all of that

‘But you are.’ The little voice Kirishima helped you develop said. ‘And he would say more if he didn’t look so embarrassed.’

And so, you accepted Kirishima’s confession. And he saw the sweetest smile you had ever given him since the first time he complimented your puns 😊❤️

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

#caravan commodities #special bindles #matchup #cutelittleriot.traveler #cutelittleriot.request #mha x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha matchup #bnha matchup #back on the grind #😊#my other choices would’ve been Mirio or Sero

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blackevermore · 4 years

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|| Welcome to my blog (like seriously read this) ||

x Hi I’m Tzar (formally Cev) // She/Her or They/Them // Pansexual as fuck // 18+ (I’m still trying to process that I’m not 17 anymore pff) // and currently jumping around my fandoms like a kid dope up on candy. This blog is for my self shipping maddess but also for my rambunctious rambles and thoughts. If you get likes/reblogs/replies from mellocentric-teardrops that’s me!

x I will say off the wall shit, you have be warned, so don’t get all uppity when you should have read this before following me

x I shit post a lot

x I cuss a lot so fair warning if we’re talking, I swear I was once a sailor

x I write for all my ships and you can find them on my A03 and Wattpad

|| My fandoms are ||

x Johnny Depp (Is my kinnnnnng!!!)

x Charlie in The Chocolate Factory (Mostly just a Wonka hoe)

x Hazbin Hotel

x Hetalia

x TMNT

x BNHA

x Transformers (Mostly for Bumblebee)

x X-Men

x Undertale (Mostly for Mettaton)

x Homestuck

x Danny Phantom (Mostly Vlad)

x Twisted Wonderland

x Disney

x Melanie Martinez (But you wont really see me post about her here)

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|| My ships are||

Mains (Romantic)

x Nathanael Abcott (Oc) [Tag: Drugged Love💵👜 ]

x Russia // Ivan Braginski (Hetalia) [Tag: 🌻Optimistic Tragedy🌻 ]

x Willy Wonka (CaTCF) [Tag: Dark Candies🍫🍬 ]

x Alastor (Hazbin Hotel ) [Tag: 🔻Red Thread🔻 ]

x Kurt Wanger (X-Men Movies) [Tag: Night Eyes✨🌃 ]

x BumbleBee (TF) [Tag: The Hive🍯🐝 ]

x Michelangelo (TMNT) [Tag: Orange Soda🧡🥤 ]

x Dominique Dalmatia (Disney Villain Recruit) [Tag: Paws & Prints🐾🐕 ]

x Mettaton (Undertale) [Tag: Glamorous Disco🕺🎇💃 ]

x Vlad Masters (Danny Phantom) [Tag: 📖Ghost Stories👻 ]

x Bruno Bucciarati (Jjba part 5) [Tag: 🍝olive garden🍾 ]

x Yagi Toshnori (BNHA) [Tag: S.I.D🌻💪 ]

x Taishiro Toyomitsu (BNHA) [Tag: Food Fight🥡🥢 ]

x Sal Fisher ( Sally Face ) [ Tag: Guitar screech🎸⚡ ]

Minors (Romantic)

x G.H.B. (Homestuck) [Tag: Curel Messiah💀♑ ]

x Dualscare (Homestuck) [Tag: High Waters☠️♒ ]

x Piers (Pokemon) [Tag: 🎤Musical Master🤘🏾🤘🏻 ]

x Gyro Zeppeli ( JJba part 7) [Tag: 🧶 wild wild west 🏇 ]

x Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland) [Tag: Prophecy of The Fae 🌙⚰️ ]

x Rook Hunt (Twisted Wonderland) [ Tag: Beauty's Chariot🏹 ]

x Iida Shroud (Twisted Wonderland) [ tag: 🥶 Fire Royale 🎮 ]

x Glamrock Freddy (FnaF SB) [Tag: We Rock At Dawn 🎸🎤 ]

x Hobie Brown ( Spiderman) [ Tag: 🎸Underground Topic🕷]

x Hopefully this long ass introduction will stop people from randomly following me and being disappointed when they see I’m not vibing for them I’m vibing for me >:##

#pin post #I sign all my ask with either 👑 or 🗡 so thats how you'll know itz actually from me!!#welcome post #mom Tzar is posting again

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dog-forest-spirit · 4 years

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The person that started the stuff with you about ayame and koga has the same energy as the 20 year old who randomly uninvited jumped onto my post talking with someone who agreed with me about how we can’t let fictional characters be sexualized and we shouldn’t ship fictional minors with fictional adults because it allows real children to be put in danger to complain that they were called a pedo for having a crush on a fictional 15 year old and (direct quote) “folks can like a character for their personality and development. Most people don't like the underage characters simply because they're minors” I just had to sit there and stare at it to comphrend what they typed

what...what does that even mean? I like Inuyasha but that’s because I’ve been a fan of his since I was 6 but currently I have no type of feelings towards him as a 24 year old when I watch anime about high schoolers I still don’t like do I enjoy thirst tweets and etc yeah (taking about bakugo and todoroki from bnha) but am I IN LOVE with a 15 year old character at 24? will I ship an adult with said 15 year old character (or younger)? no like I said leaving the anime fandom when I was 18 made me realize how normalized this is like kpop is annoying and its antiblackness is becoming a lot for me to deal with so I’m getting back into it but I read some doujins a couple of weeks ago and had older teens (15/16) with a younger teen (11/12) and it’s just NORMALIZED on tiktok I found this yaoi (ik I usually don’t) where high schoolers hook up with their teachers and no one talks about how WEIRD and PREDATORY it is I watched it in absolute horror and YES children will see stuff like that (like [redacted]) and when something similar happens to them will associate that adult with [redacted] their age gap is creepy and the fact they traveled together is even worse grooming isn’t something that happens instantaneously they will come to you as a friend then it steadily becomes more inappropriate and children who don’t know love/have been previously abused (like [redacted]) are easier targets I’m telling myself that [redacted] didn’t walk into the relationship with this in mind but somewhere down the line it became that and that change in intent IS THE PROBLEM ughhhhh and the fact a 20 year said all of that is incredibly disturbing

#long post #problematic #like for example #my mom dated a 27 yr old at 19 and he asked her to marry him #and she only said no because she didn't want to get married #and then she said she wouldn't have an issue with a 27 yr old dating me at 19 #in college when i had just turned 18 she said it was normal for 23 year old to want to date me #at 24 I couldnt imagine being with a 20 year old they are too young #there's a power dynamic going on and that's nOT healthy #and these examples are with legal adults #it's even worse with children #but i also forgot to add that at 18 these 23 year olds wanted me b/c i was a child #and i would have been easy to mold #the only reason i backed off was because i didn't understand what they saw in me at 18 when they were 23 #and knew I was too naive to properly navigate the situaito #*situation #and I wasn't hungry to find a man to love me

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nekokoaa · 5 years

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May I get a deaf! reader x Present Mic? I just love the idea of him slowing down his speech so she can read his lips, or him going out of his way to learn sign language? (I need more than one author to do this because he's a sweet bean, and this idea should be spread like a plague.) -Perhaps when they meet he gets offended cuz she's 'ignoring' him?-

Fandom: bnha

Character: Present Mic (Hizashi Yamada)

No warnings.

I really feel for this request because recently I watched a documentary on deaf children in Japan and it was the most empowering thing I ever watched. Those children are so inspiring. It honestly made me want to try and learn sign language, so I was really happy to write this request and I hope it represented the deaf community well. It’s in three short parts.

**Signing or other means of communication is in italics. If it’s hard to see for some of you guys, I can change it and make it Bold or just add the quotations instead.

Also, sorry that this request took so long to get out! I hope you enjoy, love!

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Hizashi’s life had always revolved around sound for as long as he could remember. From an energetic child to a raging teenager and even now, as an adult, he couldn’t imagine his life without it. It became a part of him, literally, his quirk was the embodiment of sound and his reason for being the hero he is. Silence was never an option.

Until now.

Hizashi wouldn’t call himself a flirt as he was always a respecter of women and was aware that most women hated to be randomly flirted on, so he didn’t understand what came over him when he saw you treading down the halls of U.A. It was the first time he ever saw you and it was probably the first time a woman ever made him freeze up like that. He couldn’t recall when was the last time he became shaken up because of a woman, but once you were about to pass him, he had called out to you on impulse and to his surprise, you brushed past him without a glance in his direction. Questions emerged within his brain as to why you ignored him, all he did was simply sent a greeting your way, he didn’t comment on your looks or sounded flirtatious in his speech. It was just a simple good morning.

Hizashi pondered about this moment for the rest of the day. He couldn’t understand what was wrong with his approach and later realized how rude you were for not greeting him back, especially a teacher of U.A. He didn’t know what profession you were in or your reason for being at the school, but he at least knew a simple greeting wouldn’t have hurt you.

And once again, to his surprise, he found out the very reason why you ignored him that morning. He stumbled upon it the next day while he interrupted Aizawa’s abnormally large class to inform him about a sudden schedule change for the teachers and the reason for Aizawa’s class being abnormally large was because it was being combined with another class, specifically, your class. Hizashi found out that day that you were actually a teacher for the hearing-impaired middle school not too far from U.A. You had brought your students to U.A on a field trip to inspire and learn from their students and that they can, despite their differences, become a hero too. Each of Aizawa’s students were paired with yours and was engaging in a simple activity together. Aizawa took this as a chance to introduce you to Hizashi and Hizashi, needless to say, almost froze again when you approached him. Just a glimpse of you in the hallway was enough to know that you were a beautiful woman but seeing you in front of his eyes had him wondering if this was reality.

“Nice to meet you, Present Mic. I’ve heard such great things about your work as a hero.” Those words didn’t form from your voice but from your hands in a series of symbols and the woman next to you brought them to life with her voice. He assumed she was your translator.

“Uhh…” For the first time in his life, Hizashi was speechless and Aizawa raised an eyebrow at that. But Hizashi knew he had to get the cog in his brain to work somehow, he couldn’t physically slap himself in your presence (and he sure wanted to) instead he managed to hold his hand out for a shake and his brain started to lag behind slowly. “G-Great to meet you too!” He said, rather loudly, fast even.

Although, you didn’t need your translator to understand what was said. You smiled gently, and it almost made him melt. The next, your hand met with his in a firm grip for a shake and this time, he melted. For such a firm grip, you had the softest hands in the world, smaller than his yet it didn’t falter in strength. You held a steady stare towards him and even though Hizashi’s shades covered his eyes, it was like you penetrated the material. You struck through his soul, his heart, all from a simple shake of hands. Is this what they call ‘love at first sight’? He didn’t believe in such a thing before but seeing you within his sights made it feel all the more real.

II.

Since that fated day, Hizashi had made it his mission get closer to you. He managed to get your number to “continue to plan out events with U.A and your students” but in reality, he just wanted to talk to you more. It started out as simple brainstorming session through text before it took off into casual talk. He learned that you were born deaf but had a quirk that allowed you to physically feel all types of sound waves—even the ones that average human ears couldn’t pick up—absorbed them and reflect them back onto an object.

Today 1:30 PM

2:15 PM: Even though, I can’t hear it. I can feel it. It’s like a vibration. Sometimes they’re small, other times they’re large. And if I wanted to, I can use those vibrations to break something—like glass, I guess.

Hizashi’s eyes widened when he read your text, he was at his desk in the teacher’s office, spinning around mindlessly in his chair. He really should’ve been looking over some documents, but he became lost within his phone, eagerly waiting for your replies.

2:17 PM: Seriously!? That’s one hell of a quirk! You could’ve become a hero if you wanted to!

He sent the text and set his phone down only to pick it back up a minute later when he saw it lit up.

2:18 PM: I wanted to.

Was what he received and nothing else. His eyebrows furrowed at it. His fingers dashed wildly upon the screen and his thumb hovered over the send button.

2:18 PM: I came up with a new activity my students can do with your students. We should inform Aizawa.

But your message came faster, and the message he wanted to send, ‘what stopped you?’, was replaced. You changed the subject for a reason, so he wasn’t going to pry.

2:20 PM: We should talk it over a drink then! I’m free after 5!

Hizashi taut his lips. Was that too friendly? Flirtatious? Damn, he never had to think of his words this much before. He was always a smooth talker, it came to him easy, so why was it so hard to talk to you? He knew his suggestion was a shot in the dark. There was a high chance that you would reject him, but that was the key word, right? Chance. As long as there was a chance of rejection, there was also a chance of acceptance.

2:25 PM: Sure! There’s this bar in the city I like to go to. I’ll send you the address.

“Yeaaah hoooooo!!” Hizashi suddenly jumped to his feet as he howled, thrusting his fists towards the ceiling when he read your text. You said yes! You actually said yes! Is this considered a date? Maybe not, but who cares, you said yes!

Around 5 pm, Hizashi already met up with you at a relatively chilled bar in the southside of the city. He definitely wasn’t planning to get drunk, so he just ordered a beer while you ordered a pina colada. The conversation was simple between you, it started as completely work related. You relayed your ideas to Hizashi by small notebook and pen and he intently read whatever you wanted to say. You read his lips whenever he spoke, at times he had to slow down because you would miss what he said. And Hizashi, at that moment, realized how annoying it was to communicate this way. He somewhat wished he knew sign language to make the conversation smoother between you two.

The conversation shifted from work to personal as the atmosphere of the bar couldn’t help but make it so.

“So, about your quirk…” Hizashi started. He saw your eyes flicker away for a moment before they returned. “Isn’t it annoying being around all these sounds?”

You quickly turned to your notebook and wrote your answer down.

I’m used to it already. When I was little, it was the scariest thing. I remember crying to my parents about it all the time, but I came to terms with it.

“And you’re telling me, you can absorb those sonic waves and reflect them back onto objects?” You didn’t need your notebook for this. A simple smile and a nod were all Hizashi needed. “That’s pretty damn powerful, it’s kind of like my quirk!”

Well… Not really. You project your voice to a certain frequency to where it could cause someone’s ears to bleed! You started to laugh which was the most adorable thing to Hizashi. It was a silent laugh, but your shaking form and your hand that covered your large smile gave it away. Besides… I can take your quirk’s power and use it against you. The louder it is, the stronger I get! Was what you wrote, and it earned a very loud laugh from Hizashi, so loud that the other patrons of the bar glanced at you two. Hizashi didn’t care and neither did you.

“You know, we’re still accepting applications for U.A! Feel free to fill them out!!” Hizashi was expecting to see you laugh again but something about his joke struck a chord with you. Your smile dropped, and you suddenly looked away from him. You reached for your pina colada and stirred it with the straw hanging off the curvy glass.

“W-Was it something I said?” You didn’t know what he said but you felt the sound waves of his voice when he spoke. It was very distinguishable from all the other voices in the bar. There was just something about it that made you know it was coming from Hizashi. “Miss ____?” A nervous laugh after was all he could do to make the mood seem less tense. You started to write in your notebook, your knuckles protruded as your gripped your pen tightly.

Earlier today, I told you I wanted to be hero. Well, I did try back in middle school, I applied for U.A but I was denied.

“Denied…?” You avoided looking at Hizashi and kept your eyes on your notebook. You began to tap your pen against the paper like you were trying to decide your next words.

The reason why they denied me was because of my disability. They didn’t have the resources to accommodate me, so they couldn’t accept me.

Hizashi knew that U.A was harder to get accepted to back when he applied, but he didn’t think they were rejecting students they couldn’t accommodate for.

Till this day, U.A has not accepted anyone who is deaf. Which is why I’m working together with Aizawa to ensure that will change in the future. My students, some of them have amazing quirks… and It’s hard for me to believe that they can’t become heroes because of something they were born with.

“That’s… very heroic of you.” Hizashi lowered his eyes, somewhat ashamed to hear of U.A’s past faults.

Someone has to pave the way for these kids.

Silence had fallen between the two of you, something Hizashi wasn’t used to. You continued to stare at him, waiting for him to say something about the current subject, but he suddenly changed it, his eyes met yours as he spoke. For some reason, it felt as if time had stopped, seeing Hizashi so serious had thrown you off. “If there was a chance to be reborn with hearing, would you take it?”

Your eyes had widened slightly to his question, but it didn’t delay your answer. You began to furiously write in your notebook and Hizashi hovered over slightly to see your words.

I don’t regret being born deaf. It’s not my fault. It’s not a fault. It’s part of who I am… and I’m content with that. So, no.

“I can’t imagine my life without sound.” He grumbled, but you were still able to make out his words from his lips.

Most people can’t. You scribbled.

“I guess that’s what makes you strong.” You were taken aback when you saw Hizashi’s lips slowly changed into a warm smile after he spoke. His eyes behind his shades softened as they gazed upon your face and his arm propped up his head as he leaned his head against his knuckles. He might not have noticed the dreamy expression he was making at you, but you surely did.

You blushed profusely, your eyes started fidgeting between Hizashi and your notebook. You weren’t sure what to do as it looked like he completely lost himself within his head and wasn’t talking anymore. You quickly snatched your notebook off the counter and started to write with your shaky hands and when you were done, you pushed your notebook towards him and leaned your head upon your hand that covered your mouth as you shyly looked in the opposite direction.

Thank you.

III.

Hizashi didn’t know how hard it was going to be to communicate with just his hands and subtle movements of lips, but he practiced for months for this day, the day he would finally ask you out on a date. You and Hizashi talked and nearly saw each other every day, it was only a matter of time until you two start going out, right? At least that’s what Hizashi believed. He hoped he didn’t imagine all those intimate moments you shared with him for these past months. It couldn’t have been all in his head, right?

He sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face. He nearly knocked his shades off his head in doing so and he straightened them when they became crooked. He was practicing his sign language in front of his bathroom’s mirror for the last time until he leaves for your school.

Even though it was Saturday, you invited Hizashi to a poetry event that your students were taking part in and you really wanted him to come. How could he have said no when you looked so sweet when you asked him? Of course, he was going to go. He might’ve overdressed a bit for the occasion though, he was wearing a white suit jacket which was opened and showed his black collared shirt under. His shirt was without a tie and was unbuttoned at the top until his collar flared out slightly. He made sure to gel his hair to perfection where not even a single strand was out of place. This day had to be perfect. It had to be.

Hizashi left his apartment with renewed vigor and he made it to your school just an hour before the event started. You greeted Hizashi with a hug at the entrance of your classroom. He melted in your arms, he honestly wished the hug didn’t last seconds but hours, days even. You guided him to a chair in the front row before you left him to greet more parents that piled into the classroom. Excited smiles were on their faces when they spotted their children all sitting together at the front of the class. The children, however, looked a little nervous until you came to talk to them. You signed a bit at them and their nerves were quickly replaced with soft smiles.

Hizashi was honored to come to this event. It was definitely his first time attending a poetry session in sign language. As like anyone learning a new language, it was still hard to interpret what was being said but you helped him by giving him the written translation of the poems. He still tried to interpret it on his own, only using the translation if he had no idea what was being signed. He also had to make sure you didn’t find out that he’s been learning sign, he wanted to surprise you when he asks you out.

Poems of simple messages like nature or family were the majority but there was one poem that stuck with Hizashi. A loud voice in a silent world, was the title and by just that, he was captured by it. It was a story about the struggles of being deaf in the hearing world, a voice so loud yet silent to the world. He couldn’t help but give the poem a standing ovation once it ended. He clapped loudly and cheered, and your student bowed happily to the audience. You showed him how to cheer in sign after, raising your hands in the air and shaking them with excitement. Once he learned, it was all he did for every student, cheering with his hands rather than his voice.

“That was amazing! Your students have so much talent!” Hizashi had said once you escorted all the parents and students out of the classroom. It was only you two that remained in it. He immediately thought it was his chance. You had a permanent smile on your face and looked absolutely delighted while you were writing your response in your notebook.

Yes, they do! Thank you so much for coming! I’m so happy you came.

“You know I would!”

You smiled with flushed cheeks and looked away shyly before you moved to straighten some desks. You felt Hizashi’s eyes linger on you after you had walked away from him, you had a feeling he wanted to tell you something, but you were still feeling shy from before and continued to avoid his eyes.

“____.”

The vibration you felt against your skin was all too familiar. Straightaway you knew it was coming from Hizashi. No longer could you avoid his gaze, his hands moved swiftly and shakily but you understood every symbol that was made out by his fingers. Language wasn’t coming from his voice but from his hands through sign. You nearly dropped your notebook in surprise, bringing a hand to cover on your lips as you watched his hands.

Do you want to go on a date with me?

He had such a handsome, wide smile on his face once he was done like he was proud to be able to communicate to you with your language. He knew your answer already once he saw that warm smile he loved spread your lips from ear to ear.

Of course, I will!

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