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curiousquirks · 4 months

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Day 14 | Dabi x F!Reader (18+)

Sex Pollen | Begging

Content Warnings: Sex Pollen, Quirk Misuse, AFAB Reader, Dubious Consent/Somewhat Non-Con, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Unsafe Sex, Oral (Female Receiving), Pet Names Used (Sweetheart), Dabi burning fingers digging into your skin, Overstimulation, Bullshitted my way through a quirk for plot

Word Count: 3,094

Summary:

You were important to the Meta Liberation and finally got brought into the Paranormal Liberation Front. This brought you face to face with Dabi, who grabbed your attention. You intrigued him as well and with the help of your quirk, he’d be yours in no time.

Reader has a quirk: Small colorful flowers in your hair that produce a puff of odorless power that make the target have an amplified sexual desire towards the user. The more the target views the user in such a way without aid of the quirk the stronger the desire gets.

The day’s tasks stretched on more than it needed to, and yet things kept happening adding to Dabi’s growing frustrations. Making it worse currently was being dragged into a meeting. Again. Normally he wouldn’t even bother but it’s like Skeptic always knew how to include things that piqued his interests. He’d have to give him credit for that at least. Once he got the information he needed, Dabi had no issues getting up and leaving in the middle of the Paranormal Liberation’s briefing. He’d already been tuning out most of the discussion for the past few minutes anyways.

“Dabi, don’t you want to hear about—” Mr. Compress began, looking up towards him from his tablet.

“Not interested.” Dabi interrupted, swinging open the door and only pausing when he saw you standing outside the door. Small colorful flowers were animated and littered throughout your hair. He eyed you curiously as he let his foot hold the door open. “What do we have here?”

He heard ReDestro clear his throat from the table behind him. “You can come in now.” Skeptic had called towards you, and your eyes lingered on Dabi’s for only a moment more before you had made your way into the room.

Dabi’s eyes lingered on you as you passed him, everyone going back to what they were apparently originally talking about. You were a member of the Liberation Army who they valued and would be a vital member of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Dabi kept that in the back of his mind as he continued on his way out. He’d find out more about you later, especially since he wanted to know more about why you were so valuable but he couldn’t care enough to know now.

A few days passed, Dabi having spent his spare time working on personal projects that you hadn’t crossed his mind. That was until he saw you across the way one day in the villa. His mind lingered on you for a while that day, being genuinely surprised when you popped up on the same side of the villa again. You were walking towards him, and kept this intense eye contact with him. It piqued his interest, it made him want to know more about you. Nowadays that was a hard thing to do.

You smiled as you got closer, making a beeline towards him. He made no motion to stop walking, so you instead decided to just walk beside him. “Fancy seeing you again, especially since it seems hard for people to get ahold of you.” You said, glancing towards him.

“Skeptic tell you that?” He asked, not really wanting an answer. “I know that’s not true because he sure as hell knows how to bother me.”

“Everyone says that you aren’t really in many meetings, seem to be doing your own thing.” You said. “I can admire focusing on your own thing, it must be important.” Your interest was focused intensely on him. He noticed.

“If you’re trying to get information from me to give back to the Liberation, I’m pretty sure those freaks know enough.” He said, turning a corner.

“I was just trying to get to know you.” You explained, letting your quirk subtly activate. A small puff of odorless powder floating into the air from the flowers in your hair. “Your whole mysterious aloof personality made me curious.”

“Cut your losses and leave me alone, sweetheart. I’m not about to tell you anything.” He said, part of his mind not really meaning it.

“I’m sure you have something that you want to share with me.” You teased, knowing it wouldn’t take long for him to take the bait.

He thought your perfume smelled really nice. The scent was light, not too strong. He slowed his steps to be more in sync with yours. “Why should I do that?” He asked. “Why are you suddenly so interested in me? They certainly took their time dragging you into the fold, despite how long we’ve been set up here.”

“I could be more direct but where’s the fun in that.” You said, taking note of where you were in the villa. It was working. “I’m not doing this for any nefarious reasons, you just caught my eye.”

“Considering that doesn’t happen with me, unless someone wants something, I find that excuse to be bullshit.” He said, feeling his body heating up. He tried brushing it off. “Knock it off and stop beating around the bush.”

“I’m serious, Dabi.” You explained, lying through your teeth. His name falling from your lips was really getting him going. “You caught my eye.”

You were really pissing him off. The back and forth banter was a turn on, but your lying was doing nothing but angering him. He hadn’t noticed that you had been guiding him through the villa at all, until you were both steps away from the main meeting room. He paused and took a second to process that he hadn’t been paying attention to much aside from you until now. The confusion was apparent on his face and you were stifling a laugh.

“Why are we over here?” He asked, something he actually wanted answered.

“I was following you.” You lied, moving your way towards the door. You pressed an ear up to the door for a moment. “It doesn’t sound like anyone’s in there–”

He pushed your body up against the door, pinning your arms against your back. His body was warm against yours, his breath fanning against your ear. “What’s your fucking game?” He asked. Your quirk activated again, small puffs of that powder releasing into the air from your flowers. Dabi coughed and tightened his grips on your arms. “What the fuck was that?”

“You’ll find out soon.” You teased, rubbing your ass against his crotch. His cock twitched excitedly in his pants, steam started lifting from his skin as his body started heating up more. “Do you get it now?”

“You’re one fucked up bitch.” He spat, yanking you from the door before shoving you into the room. “All this shit with your quirk just to convince someone to fuck you.”

“You wanted to, I’m just speeding up the process instead of waiting.” You explained as he shoved you over to the long meeting table. “Not that it matters now.”

“You fucking talk too much.” He said, bending you over the table. His breathing was rough, he was used to his body feeling warm but this was different. He started shedding layers of clothes, tossing them to the side. “Lying to me, leading me over here so you can get fucked in the meeting room huh? Probably some sick fucking fantasy of yours.”

“You hate being in here so much I thought you might want to take your frustrations out on me here.” You said, wiggling your ass at him.

He didn’t bother taking his pants off, just down enough to free his cock. You had already gotten rid of anything that would obstruct his access to your dripping pussy. You braced yourself just in time before he roughly pushed his cock into you. A moan was ripped from your throat as he wasted no time slamming his hips into yours. Your warm walls were squeezing him and enveloping him in intoxicating bliss. He just couldn’t get enough of your pussy.

He selfishly chased after his own high, not that you minded because you knew he was far from done. His fingers gripped into your hips, blistering heat burning into your flesh as he neared his climax. His cum was so warm as it shot inside of your welcoming pussy, your walls clenching and squeezing every drop out of his cock.

He pulled out of you, expecting the intense high to leave him. He braced himself against the table next to you, his breathing uneven as he tried to keep ahold of his sanity. “What the fuck is your quirk?” He slowly asked, looking over at you in time to see another odorless powder puff out in front of his face. “What–”

He groaned, his cock twitching violently as he felt an intense desire course through his body. He looked down at his cock in time to see some of your juices dripped off of his cock. His mind was consumed with only you, he’d barely seen anything of your skin but the way your pussy felt wrapped around him was enough to fuel his body. Steam was actively rising from his skin, his body heating up as his thoughts raced.

You were long ahead of him, being the only sane one in the room after all. You pushed yourself from the table, observing him struggling beside you. It made you so wet knowing how much men lost themselves with lust wanting to fuck you. They’d do anything to sink their cocks into you. You took a few steps away from the table, removing the rest of your clothing. This is when Dabi finally paid attention to your movement. His eyes narrowed, intensely watching your movements especially when your hands cupped your breasts.

“Come here.” You commanded, breathlessly.

He shoved himself roughly away from the table, moving towards you. You didn’t let him get too close before you had tripped him, pushing him onto the ground. He grunted as he landed, glaring at you. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asked, moving to push himself off the ground.

You hovered over him, crouching and pushing him back onto the ground. “I had to force you down here because you weren’t about to do it if I asked.” You explained, grinding yourself against his cock. “I wanted to be in control for a minute.”

“If you wanted to do all the work all you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” He said, thrusting his hips up as you continued grinding against him. “Stop fucking around, you’re the one who wanted this.”

“I think you want it more than me.” You teased, deliberately going slower in your movements. Your wet folds dragging agonizingly slowly across his throbbing cock. His hands found your hips, digging into your skin again.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He said, strong heat burning into your skin. You hissed in pain as you stilled your movements. Your quirk activated again, puffs of smoke filling the air which had Dabi using his strength to flip you over. He hovered over you, leaning really close to your face. “Didn’t really think this through did you?”

Your face was flushed, and your chest was rising and falling rapidly. Your eyes were half-lidded as your lust consumed you. He wasted no more time, pushing his cock into you again. His hips slamming into yours, your body clinging to his. Curses were muttered under his breath as he buried himself as far he could into your pussy with every thrust. The heat consuming your body and how good his cock felt left you nearly breathless.

“You fuck me so good, your cock is so–mmgn big.” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. He had an animalistic pace, rutting himself against you. “Fucking fill me with cum, fill me–yeeess, oh...”

Dabi couldn’t even form words right now, just grunts and groans as your walls sucked him with every thrust. Your voice dragged him closer and closer to the edge, the need to fill up your pussy with so much cum that it spilled out was burning in every fiber of his being. He need to keep going, he was going to spend every waking moment fucking you, bruising every inch of your skin with his fingers as he bend you in every position. It was your own fault though right? Your quirk caused this, you asked for it. You wanted it.

He slammed his hips into you again, his burning hot cum shooting inside of you again. He choked out a groan, his hips staggering thrusts against you as he rode out yet another orgasm. You kept your legs wrapped tightly around him, not wanting him to move. You clenched your walls around his cock, hearing Dabi groan above you. You did again.

“Still desperate for more of my cock, slut?” He asked, getting inches from your face.

“I think you’re still desperate for my pussy.” You shot back, clenching your walls around his cock. “You can’t get enough of it can you?”

“Smartass little brat aren’t you? Your fucking quirk is…” He trailed off, his cock twitching inside of your intoxicating pussy. He was trying to keep his thoughts straight but it was easier than actually done. Another puff of your quirk activated.

“You’re right, this is my fault. My quirk got you in this state.” You conceded. “Want me to ride you? Give you a little show while you let me take care of you.”

You unwrapped your legs from around his waist, he took the initiative to pull you close to him and roll himself over to lay onto his back. You laughed at the sudden movement, moaning as you adjusted yourself on his lap. His cock was twitching inside of you still, his hips thrusting up into you driving his cock further inside of you. You whined, bracing your hands onto his chest.

You finally met his wishes by lifting your hips up to start riding him. Your breasts bounced as your body grinded down against him, his attention entirely on you. You whined, locking eyes with him beneath you. He couldn’t handle not being in control, dragging your body towards him as he started thrusting his hips roughly up against you. His cock drilled deep inside of you, hitting your sweet spot in a new angle.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, just like that.” You whined, your body tensing up. “I’m gonna come–-oh please, please, please, please…”

“You like that?” He groaned in your ear. “That’s right fucking beg for it.”

“I wanna come, I wanna come all over your cock.” You moaned, your thighs starting to shake. “Your cock is so deep, you’re fucking me sooo good.” You were so close. “Let me come, please, please–.”

Your orgasm got delayed as his interrupted, more spurts of his hot cum coated inside your pussy. You whined, that tight coil in your core slowly loosening. You felt his arms let go of you, allowing you to sit up. You glared down at him, bracing your hands on his abdomen.

“Don’t look at me like that, you deserve it.” He said, placing an arm over his face. “Selfish bitch.”

“I’m selfish?” You shot back, offended. “You don’t even know how my quirk works! You got to come three times and you couldn’t even let me come one time?”

“Forced me to have sex and now you’re gonna get hung up on me not letting you get off? You did this to yourself.” He said, panting as his body was still heavily affected by your quirk. “Fuck, how long does this shit last.”

“Depends on your attraction, asshole.” You explained, lifting yourself up off of his cock. “So actually you did this to yourself.”

You got most of the way up before you felt his hands on your legs. He dragged your lower body towards his face.. “What are you doing?” You asked as you looked down at him. “Don’t tell me you suddenly feel like giving back because–”

He answers by shoving his head between your legs. The sensation of his insanely warm tongue against your folds had your legs buckling. You collapsed forward, forcing both of you onto the ground. His hands held you in place as his tongue pressed against you like he was trying to make up for mistakes he didn’t even make. You gasped and whimpered as his tongue devoured you.

You knew you wouldn’t last long. Your juices mixed with his cum were leaking out of your pussy, coating his chin as he lapped at your swollen clit. His tongue against you making wet noises echo through the room almost as loud as your moans.

Your fingers found his hair, gripping it tightly as you grinded against his mouth. “So good–soo good…” You moaned, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head. His fingers were digging into your ass now, forcing your body as close to him as possible. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

You heard a muffled groan from him, which almost had your vision turning white. You couldn’t think straight, nothing other than pure euphoric pleasure and how good his tongue felt. There was sweat coating your body, just another fluid you were going to be covered in by the end of this. Another string of curses left your mouth, along with promises of anything if you could come.

“I’m so close–so close.” You whimpered, rocking your hips against him as you felt that coil tighten again.

It only took a few more flicks of his tongue before your orgasm slammed into you. You cried out, your hips tightening around his face as you almost collapsed forward. You don’t get much breathing room before Dabi’s tongue starts its assault on your clit again. A noise gets choked out as you squeeze against him. Your body twitches as jolts of pleasure and pain from the stimulation run through your body. You feel his fingers dig into your skin, that searing pain from the heat radiating off of him burns into your skin.

“Stop stop—fuck e-enough!” You cried out, falling on deaf ears as he continued torturing you.

Your body tenses up, whines leave your lips as your fingers dig into his hair. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes, the sensations clouding your every thought. You’re a whimpering mess as every flick of his tongue has you reeling with gasps and cries.

“Please, please stop. Please I c–can’t handle it.” You whined, trying desperately to pull your hips away from his mouth. “Fuck, Dabi STOP!”

You keep leaning forward, curling in on yourself. It gets hard to breathe as your gasps from the pain and pleasure coursing through you consume every thought. You only feel relief after you feel your body falling forward as he finally lets you go. As you catch your breath, collapse against the ground do you finally feel the intense pain from his fingerprints burned into your hips.

Dabi sits up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He looks over his shoulder at you. “You have until I get up and come over there to recover. I didn’t say I’m finished with you yet.” He warned.

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arieeag · 10 months

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Hijos del Este

El libro perdido

Capítulo 12 La prueba de campo

Cuando Katsuki abre los ojos, se arrepiente en ese mismo momento. La mano izquierda le duele como el infierno, al igual que todo el pecho arde como si todavía se estuviera quemando vivo. Cuando voltea, Masaru esta arrodillado junto a él con los ojos enrojecidos y húmedos, a sus pies Mitsuki jadea con fuerza, mientras presiona con dos dedos su nariz.

- Cualquiera diría que estaba muerto- bromea, pero se arrepiente en cuento escucha a su padre llorar más fuerte.

- Oye…carajo estas apretando – se queja mientras fuerza una sonrisa y aleja la mano derecha de los dedos fuertes de Masaru.

El hombre se aparta de su brazo, lo mira con felicidad desesperada, besa su frente y luego tira un mechón de cabello rubio.

- ¡Qué demonios! ¿Y eso por qué?

- Primero te adelantaste un mes al parto, luego te caíste al río con 5 años, te escapaste a los 8 para ir a cazar con tu madre y ahora esto…Como si buscaras motivos para alejarte de nosotros…Tu hombro estaba mal desde antes, no lo dijiste y ahora tu mano…- reprende Masaru levantándose.

- ¿Perdí el brazo? – pregunta escapando de los ojos enojados de su padre.

-No, pero faltó poco. En un tiempo sabremos que tan bien…si se recupera- dice con sinceridad. Entonces camina hacia la salida - Tu Dam te hará compañía un rato. Es mi deber regresar para preparar la prueba de Campo que harán los omegas. – dice para ocultar las lágrimas pesadas que caen por su rostro.

Hace 20 días o más Izuku vio llegar otra comitiva de salvajes por el puente y el sur. Eran gentes vestidos de blanco y gris, con collares de plumas, venían acompañados familias con niños y caravanas de gente provenientes del desierto. De las carretas descargaron una serie de raíces, hongos secos y recipientes extraños con gusanos vivos.

Pero lo mas extraño no ocurrió hasta hace 6 días, más o menos, cuando Redestro, el nuevo primer ministro, se presentó en Yukai. Llegó sin fanfarrias y desarmado, con la piel manchada de forma irregular en tonos negros, sobre las manos y parte del cuello. Portaba el emblema imperial de los Todoroki.

El hombre recorrió todo el exterior de las jaulas sin guardias ni embajadores, rodeado por la Gran Khan, Mitsuki Bakugo y sus generales. Sólo caminaron lentamente deteniéndose un breve momento en las jaulas donde el olor de la angustia omega era más fuerte. Ahí el hombre arrugó la nariz, luego hablaron en la lengua de Yuei. La discusión fue larga y jactanciosa, aún a la lejanía Izuku pudo notar como Redestro se hundía en ira silenciosa cuando no podía responder abiertamente a cada demanda de Mitsuki y luego su rostro se llenó de miedo, cuando los magos dejaron notar sus flujos de energía.

Que cosas dijeron exactamente, no le importa en lo más mínimo si luego se fue sin que ninguno de ellos haya sido liberado.

El pecho de Izuku dolió cuando lo vio irse, pero no halló espacio para llorar como los demás, incluso si sabe que ya no tiene oportunidad de escapar. Debe navegar con este nuevo futuro sin importar nada.

Nemuri también se presentó a las jaulas, por ese mismo espacio de tiempo. Ella se lamentó de las pequeñas costras en su espalda producto de las heridas que le hizo Goto, el soldado Beta, pero él no se detuvo a hablar al respecto y ella ante el silencio volvió a darle la misma advertencia antes de que se lo llevaran de vuelta a las jaulas, “Quédate hasta el final”.

No sabe porque quiere ayudarlo, pero en este punto tiene que tomar cualquier migaja que se le presente.

A su alrededor, los omegas comienzan a conversar entre sí más allá del miedo, resignados a este nuevo futuro. Preguntan por nombres, apellidos, de que pueblo vienen, que estaban haciendo antes de que todo pasara y hablan de sus familias, especialmente de sus familias porque casi ninguno ha tenido otros contactos ni aspiraciones fuera de ella. Muy pocos saben leer y los que escriben solo conocen su propio nombre para firmar el acta de matrimonio.

Izuku había escuchado que el rey estaba creando puestos de trabajo para omegas, cabildos abiertos para tratar temas de crianza puesto que quería expandir la creación de escuelas en las regiones más remotas del imperio, y había mandado embajadores a las provincias para incentivar el ingreso escolar entre betas mujeres y omegas. Pero Izuku había llorado en silencio cuando se dio cuenta que no podría asistir a la escuela como las niñas betas, porque no podían permitirse pagar a una nodriza que cuidara de Kota siendo tan pequeño, mas nunca se sentó a pensar que realmente los demás omegas tampoco hubieran podido asistir.

Tal parece que era tradición que los hijos de campesinos se dedicacen a cuidar hermanos pequeños, porque sus madres tenían muchísimos niños y al igual que él sembraban y cosechaban la tierra. La única diferencia que tenía es que ellos jamás habían matado una gallina para hacer una comida, aunque si sabían desplumarla y hacer un caldo. “Los omegas no pueden matar animales, porque nosotros no quitamos vida solo podemos darla” zanjo un chico, cuando otro de alta familia le preguntó.

Los omegas de familias adineradas, era un punto y aparte en cuanto a educación y responsabilidades. Ellos sí saben leer y escribir, aunque sólo fueron educados en casa, y sólo se les permitían leer cuentos o historias de romance, si acaso practicaban con pintura o instrumentos, pero en ningún caso podían mostrar sus dotes en público.

Otra cosa que aprendió de ellos es que todos estaban de acuerdo con que trabajar era un lugar que no les correspondía y asistir a los cabildos era una falta de respeto a sus familias. El alfa es quien provee y ellos deben pagar con devoción y servicio.

Izuku entonces se da cuenta que fue criado más como las niñas betas que como omega y que en realidad tenía una imagen muy deformada del matrimonio alfa-omega. Es decir, no se imagina quedándose sentado en casa esperando a que su alfa llegue para aparearlo o que hable por él en cosas de crianza cuando no están en casa nunca, ni está de acuerdo con que no puedan trabajar por un salario sí toda la vida han reemplazado a sus esposos cuando estos enferman. Sin embargo, sus pensamientos tienen muy poco peso cuando todos creen que eres madre soltera.

Entonces lo que aprendió con ellos es que, a la hora de elegir novios, Izuku seguramente habría sido lo último del barril. Y que algo de razón tenía su padre en comenzar a prohibirle tantas cosas. A lo mejor, nunca se hubiera casado y habría sido insospechadamente feliz con eso.

El tiempo pasa y es obvio que no falta mucho más para que comience lo que más temen. Sobre todo, desde que un hombre castaño se pasea junto a su guardia personal. Viste con ropas más elegantes que los demás salvajes, con bordados que ilustran paisajes de tierras sin árboles y montañas rodeadas de nubes, en los brazos lleva múltiples brazaletes de metal con filigranas que representan muchos tipos de animales.

Su nombre es Masaru Bakugo, la Gran Matriarca del Sur, Este y Oeste. Así lo presentaron la primera vez que llegó a las jaulas para supervisar la entrega de alimentos. Tiene el porte fuerte y solemne de un gran señor y la guardia lo reverencia cada vez que mira en su dirección.

Hoy reaparece y olisquea el aire, junto a Nemuri y el resto de las matronas que llegaron en la última caravana de salvajes. Izuku sabe que están esperando a que el primer omega tenga su celo y esta aliviado de que el suyo no quiera venir. No quiere ver cuando saquen a la primera omega de la jaula, porque se compadecerá de su suerte y puede que haga algo estúpido de nuevo.

Pero cuando sucede, Izuku vuelve a llorar.

Es de noche cuando un beta corre hacia el interior de la empalizada. Pasa un buen rato, pero cuando regresa vuelve con Masaru y su guardia, acompañado de una anciana bajita que lleva un cayado que dobla su altura. Cuando están a medio camino Tsuyu aparece con el rostro ruborizado y las manos rectas a los costados de su cuerpo. - No es mi celo, sino mi precalentamiento, pero estoy lista- les dice con voz firme.

- Bienvenida- saluda el hombre con una sonrisa amable mientras la guía con una mano en la espalda, al tiempo que una comitiva de omegas salvajes los rodea murmurando palabras de aliento en su idioma nativo.

A la mañana siguiente todos hablan de Tsuyu, y basta sólo un día más para que otros anuncien su celo sin miedo. Izuku se aferra a los barrotes mientras ve los pequeños grupos de omegas que son recibidos al interior del asentamiento, sin entender porque se entregan sin luchar.

Pero las jaulas se vacían al tiempo que las carpas son reemplazadas por Yurtas, enormes casas ambulantes redondas, hechas de piel. Se arman casi a la misma velocidad con que ingresan los omegas que salen de las jaulas y humean 7 días seguidos antes de que se escuchen cantos y ruidos lejanos, como una celebración.

Masaru regresa, revisa las jaulas y los saluda. Incluso los acompaña cuando tienen que reacomodarlos a medida que se vacían las jaulas. Ante su astuta mirada vigila de cerca a los que van quedando al final porque pronto, serán los que intenten ocultar su celo.

Su mirada se distrae en un joven muchacho de cabello verde y piel besada por el sol, es el único que tiene un niño y aunque nunca han hablado ya siente que conoce bastante sobre él. Nemuri finalmente le dice que revisó al omega, confirmando que es madre del niño y que no tiene una marca, pero ahora Inasa, el hijo de su general de caballería, también tuvo palabras sobre él.

Y tal parece, que no puede evaluar a este como ha evaluado a todos los demás. Inasa ha dicho que sabe ensillar un caballo, las diferencias entre las sillas de montar, sin mencionar que fue el quien ayudó a recapturar el caballo salvaje de su hijo.

Entonces se retira tras comprobar que el chico tiene todas sus marcas de cortejo pero ningún indicio de que este escondiendo su celo. Al regresar al asentamiento, se reúne con las demás matriarcas de las tribus y las matronas en torno a una mesa.

- ¿Cuántos alfas quieren aparearlo? -Dice Mirai una vez que todos han terminado los saludos formales.

- Los suficientes para que sea un problema, Inasa es uno de ellos, pero todavía no tiene edad suficiente y le faltan ritos de iniciación, no pasara adelante. Además, ninguno de los alfas quiere al niño.- dice Masaru.

- Lo bueno es que es joven y tiene justo la edad para reeducarse – advierte Shinya, la Matriarca del Oeste- mi tribu puede adoptar al niño, nos lo llevaremos a la estepa donde entrenan los demás cachorros y que vuelva aquí a ver a su madre como hacen todos los demás cada 3 años.

- El problema es que, si separamos al niño de su madre ahora es muy, muy probable que entre en una gota. -dice Nemuri llamando la atención entre todos en la mesa.

- Estoy de acuerdo – interrumpe la mujer mayor del grupo, su nombre es Chiyo Shuzenji- independiente de las circunstancias en que fue engendrado, con lo que he observado hasta ahora, su postura alrededor del niño es propia de las madres con lazos anormales en sus hijos. No soportaran separarse, al menos, así como están las cosas.

Nemuri mira de reojo a la anciana mujer, pero se abstiene de comentar nada o se pondrá más en evidencia.

- Solo hace falta que renuncie al niño. – agrega la anciana ante el silencio de todos en la mesa.

- Ninguna madre haría eso – dice Nemuri con voz monótona.

- Lo harán y lo hacen, si creen que el niño estará mejor lejos. Puedo hacer que su celo se retrase.

- ¿Chiyo? El uso de esas hiervas es algo peligroso ¿No es así? – cuestiona Shinya

- No debería si no la ha tomado antes. Además, la solaria no es fácil de conseguir en Dagoba. Solo hará que su celo se precipite sin un precalentamiento una vez tome el antídoto o se suspenda la bebida. El problema es si podemos hacer que beba el té sin que sospeche que estamos dándole algo diferente al resto.

- Pero el ultimo omega es que el que se entrega a los Khanes o en su defecto un general y héroes de guerra. Porque son los más fuertes, a menudo con las virtudes de dos o más dioses. Darle ese favor es romper la tradición- dice Mirai.

- La mayoría de las veces resulta ser el más fuerte- corrige la anciana- pero este chico ya demostró su valor en lo que a nosotros nos importa, tiene un cachorro sano al primer embarazo. En tus palabras Nemuri el niño nació tras un abuso, pero si logró quererlo después de eso, en especial en un lugar como este, es que sabe cómo caer y ponerse de pie. No necesita más pruebas, sin embargo, tenemos que guiarlo un poco más lejos de sus orígenes y lealtades.

- ¿Guiarlo? – pregunta Masaru – …Quieres que vea lo peor de su propia gente.

-Exactamente – dice Chiyo- Cuando el día llegue le ofreceremos dos alternativas: aparearse con uno de nuestros alfas entregando al niño a tu tribu Shinya o tomar una prueba de independencia.

- ¿Y ofrecerle la libertad? -Mirai mira a Masaru y la anciana. - eso puede salir mal de muchas formas.

- Creo lo mismo – Dice Nemuri - ¿Si no se aparea al final de la prueba? ¿Será libre?

-No pasara la prueba- dice Masaru- Y será tarde cuando se dé cuenta de eso, pero no lo suficiente para que rompa el lazo anormal con su hijo.

- ¿Y cómo haremos eso? – pregunta Shinya sin entender del todo la propuesta de la matrona.

- Le daremos todo el invierno para que demuestre que puede cuidar de sí mismo y el niño. Tendrá que buscar un trabajo estable y preparar un nido, pero la salud de los dos será lo más importante. Parece poco, pero no lo logrará porque nosotros no tenemos muchos oficios estables que ofrecer y dudo que alguien lo ayude tras rechazarnos. Pero los dagobenses son una cosa diferente, tienen trabajos que la mayoría de los omegas dagobenses no saben o no pueden hacer, y si eso no fuera suficiente, lo echaran de cualquier lugar porque a sus ojos no es mejor que una puta.

- Incluso si fuera tan estúpido de pasar hambre a costa de su libertad, uno de los dos enfermará inevitablemente y con eso habrá fallado. - agrega Mirai en comprensión.

- Ni siquiera tendremos que intervenir demasiado…- continua la anciana Chiyo – el mismo se dará cuenta, que lo que sea que tuvo a su favor para cuidar del niño, ya no lo tendrá más y solo le quedará una salida, resignarse…Pero habrá que vigilarlo, porque todavía podría intentar escapar. No tiene a donde ir, pero podría intentarlo, lo que podría ser peligroso para todos nosotros con todo lo que seguramente ya sabe.

- Efectivamente, para cuando su celo termine, cada uno de nosotros aportará con un espía y que lo vigilen.... – ordena Masaru.

Entonces Nemuri contiene la respiración, con Chiyo aquí es imposible que pueda ayudar al chico, al menos de la forma en que pensó que podría hacerlo. Probablemente ahora sólo pueda suavizar el golpe.

#bkdk #mha #bnha #relato #izuku #fanfic mha #bnha fanfiction #fanfic español #fanfic #serie hijos del este #Hijos del este

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That doesn’t mean you have to beat yourself up over it. I understand. It’s not easy to not berate yourself. However, I know you can do it. I believe in you.

Why are you being so nice to me? How can you say stuff like that when I'm out here doing this crap? I'm already a liar, I haven't even started heading back, and I---

I'm just so sick of myself.

#dabi #redestro ma

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King of the cockroaches

Warning: This post contains some close-up images of cockroaches. Be mindful of that, if you’re afraid of these insects.

Introduction

If asked which animals they’re primarily associating with Tomura Shigaraki, most people would probably be immediately thinking of moths. After all, in the manga, he has been depicted with mothwings on more than one occasion.

Moths, however, aren’t the only animals that can be used as symbols for Tomura. In fact, there is another species of insects that, in my opinion, fits him just as well: cockroaches. And before you come at me with torches and pitchforks, please hear me out.

Tomura is, by far, my favorite character in BNHA and one of my favorite characters of all time. So, this is definitely not a post à la “Ugh, Tomura is so gross. Just like a cockroach.” Rather, my intention is to point out what cockroaches are symbolizing in general, explain some of their – well – quirks, and try to establish a connection between those aspects and Tomura’s role in the story and – literally – some of his own quirks.

So, buckle up – this is going to be a long post.

Cockroaches in the manga

As you all may remember, cockroaches were alluded to on at least two different occasions in BNHA.

In chapter 220, Spinner mentions how some people hate chocolate and some love cockroaches.

Honestly? I would be lying if I told you I had an undisputed answer on what this statement truly means. I can only give you my personal interpretation of it: We know that Spinner is recounting the events from the Meta Liberation Army arc (from the killing of the CRC to the encounters with Gigantomachia and Ujiko up until the confrontation with and eventual victory over the Meta Liberation Army) only after all these things occurred. After Tomura’s defeat of ReDestro and his gaining control of the Meta Liberation Army.

Thus, at the time of retelling this tale, Spinner had already become Tomura’s most loyal follower. Even without wearing my Spinaraki-goggles, I don’t think it’s too far-fetched to say that Spinner loves Tomura. And I don’t even necessarily mean that in a romantic sense. After all, love doesn’t always have to be of romantic nature. (When thinking about how to characterize the nature of Spinner’s feelings towards Tomura, I can’t help but think of Philip Pullman’s description of Roger Parsley’s feelings towards his best friend Lyra Belacqua, the protagonist of His Dark Materials: “He was her devoted slave by this time; he would have followed her to the ends of the earth.” (Though, the slave part might be a little exaggerated on Spinner’s part. Probably. Maybe…))

However, fact is that at the time of his narration Spinner had already become completely devoted to Tomura. At this point, he had also been witness to some of his leader’s – let’s call them cockroachesque – peculiarities on various occasions. So, at the time of him reflecting on the events of MVA, Spinner might have already been subconsciously associating Tomura with cockroaches. Hence, him telling the reader about some people’s love for cockroaches. (But again, that is only my interpretation.)

The second reference to cockroaches in the manga is the title of chapter 223 – “Cockroaches”.

Yet again, different possible meanings are hiding behind that title. To Gigantomachia, whom the League was fighting against during that chapter, Tomura and the others probably felt like nothing more than a bunch of annoying little roaches. And then, there is also the Meta Liberation Army who saw the League of Villains as nothing more than some insects that are continuously stealing their thunder and therefore need to be squashed. However, this chapter was also yet again another reminder of Tomura’s inhumane durability (having fought against Gigantomachia for one and a half months, only being able to rest every 48 hours, with those breaks only lasting for about three hours – in fact, no normal human being should be able to survive such an ordeal) and how you just can’t get rid of him. No matter what you’re doing. No matter what you’re trying.

And with that out of the way, it’s time to list some of Tomura cockroach-like qualities.

Tomura’s cockroach-like abilities and peculiarities

1. Outward Appearance and Posture

These points might be a little superficial (especially compared to the points yet to come), but I would like to include them, nonetheless. As we all know, Tomura predominantly dresses in black with some red accents here and there.

Black is also the color commonly associated with cockroaches. However, taking a closer look at the American cockroach, one of the most well-known species, one can see that its wings have more of a reddish-brown color rather than being pitch-black – a shade of color that isn’t all that different from the dark red color of the capes coats Tomura’s been wearing lately.

Then, there is also his posture. Tomura has the tendency to sit and walk around with his back almost as crooked as a question mark. Okay, this might be a little exaggerated on my part, but fact is that his posture is definitely not the best.

When I look at manga panels with his back bent like that, I’m kinda reminded of how cockroaches, at first glance, also seem to have a stoop. (Though, in their case it’s, of course, part of their anatomy.)

Tomura’s penchant for crouching down on all fours is not helping matters, either.

2. Speed

His manner of dressing and posture combined with his inhumane speed makes it hard for me to get the cockroach image out of my head when thinking about Tomura.

Speed-wise, he may not be on par with All Might (at least he wasn’t before the surgery), yet he has always been one of the fastest characters in the story, being almost too fast for the naked eye – just ask Midoriya, Asui, or Re-Destro.

Being too fast for the naked eye would most likely also apply to cockroaches if they were the same size as humans. Their erratic sprints are already hard to keep up with, even in their regular size. (If you’ve ever seen a cockroach sprinting around, you know what I’m talking about.) But now, try to imagine a human-sized cockroach sprinting around. Many scientists are sure that it would be much faster than a cheetah (the fastest terrestrial animal there is), maybe even as fast as a Formula-1-racing-car.

However, I think it’s not too unreasonable to believe that Tomura post-surgery is just that fast, if not even faster.

3. Tomura’s room

Now, let’s take a look inside the room Tomura was living in before All For One got arrested.

One of the first things you’ll notice is that it’s full of trash. Leftover food on the floor. Trash bags as far as your eyes can see. Moreover, there seem to be no windows in his room either. It’s always dark, even in the middle of the day.

All of this makes Tomura’s room pretty much a paradise for cockroaches. (Though, I doubt that there is any way that a cockroach would ever find its way into All For One’s skyscraper, let alone be able to reproduce in there.)

It looks as if Tomura hasn’t cleaned up for months, maybe even years. Yet, since he never showed any real sign of discomfort during the League’s time of homelessness, apparently having no problem with dwelling in abandoned warehouses and factory buildings or run-down cabins, I don’t think that he had any problem with living in a room peppered with trash, either. I also have no doubt that he wouldn’t have minded sharing his room with dozens of six-legged little roommates. Tomura really doesn’t strike me as someone who would be afraid of roaches or bugs or spiders. (Though, even he might find it a little irritating, if cockroaches were to nibble on his toes or stuff like that.)

4. Adaptability

This brings us to another important aspect: adaptability. Roaches are said to be very adaptable. It is no coincidence that they’ve been living on this planet for more than 300 million years without changing their anatomy all that much. Moreover, roaches can be found pretty much everywhere on earth – minus the Arctic and Antarctica. They’re able to quickly adapt to new environments.

In the last point, I’ve already touched on Tomura being mostly unbothered by the League of Villains’ state of homelessness after the Kamino arc. In fact, I would say that all things considered he deals with this new situation surprisingly well.

Of the six core members of the League, (most likely) only Dabi, Himiko, and Twice have had some experience with longer periods of homelessness. That is not to say that there is no way that the same might apply to Spinner and Mr. Compress as well, but unlike Twice, Himiko, and Dabi, those two were never hinted to have lived on the streets for an extended amount of time. Additionally, they appear to be the ones most bothered by the League’s situation after the defeat of Overhaul.

Compare this with Tomura – probably the most “sheltered” out of all the League members. Unlike Mr. Compress and Spinner, however, Tomura is never shown complaining about their situation at all. This is actually kind of surprising when you remember that at the beginning of BNHA Tomura was very prone to complaining. Furthermore, I assume that while being under All For One’s “care”, Tomura probably never had to lift a single finger to do stuff like procuring food etc. But with All For One and Kurogiri gone, there is no one left to “baby” him. The other League members may be his subordinates, but they’re not his servants.

What’s more is that without Kurogiri and All For One, he can no longer rely on his caretakers to bail him out, if his plans go south. Even after the events of the Kamino arc, he is, admittedly, not completely on his own all of a sudden. He still has the remaining League members. But whereas before he could count on the guidance of All For One and Kurogiri, now it was him who had to guide the other members.

With both All For One and Kurogiri in prison and their hideout destroyed, Tomura was thrown in at the deep end. The life he had been living for the past 15 years suddenly came to a very abrupt end. And so, he had no choice but to quickly adapt to his new life.

And all things considered, I would say he did a pretty solid job. He takes the League’s state of homelessness completely in stride. And even more importantly, he’s now getting along with people he would have killed without a second thought only two months prior. He’s able to work with people that, in one way or another, are fixated on his nemesis Stain. Moreover, he has no problem with people questioning his goals or even outright telling him to his face that they don’t care about him or his plans. A far cry from the Tomura we’ve met at the beginning of the series.

Apart from that, Tomura was also able to secure his first victories in the story: first against Overhaul and then against Re-Destro. (This means that he achieved his best results while being (mostly) cut off from All For One’s “protection” and resources. How ironic…)

With the imprisonment of All For One and Kurogiri, Tomura was forced to adapt to a completely different life and (somewhat) grow into his own. Yet, at the same time, at his core, he didn’t really change. He is still hell-bent on destroying everything that rubs him the wrong way. And he is still very much under All For One’s thumb.

In conclusion, just like a cockroach, he adapted to his new life without really changing who or what he is. He still stayed true to the person he has been for the past 15 years.

5. Durability and Resilience

Durability and Resilience are probably the most impressive qualities cockroaches possess and, by far, the most important parallel between them and Tomura.

Here is a list of some of the most remarkable feats of durability and resilience cockroaches are capable of:

- Even though they’re only weighing about 1 gram, their bodies can be burdened with weights up to 100 grams without the cockroaches getting hurt.

- They can devour pretty much anything. If there’s nothing else to find, they will even eat scraps of wallpaper or the rubber coating of postage stamps. There are even reports of cockroaches feasting on secretions on human bodies that had succumbed to very dangerous diseases. The pathogens of these diseases, however, can be easily handled by the immune system of a cockroach.

- Cockroaches are able to survive more than a week without a head – before finally succumbing to thirst as they need their head for water intake.

- Contrary to many rumors, cockroaches lack the ability to survive an atomic war. They are, however, still able to survive ten times the radioactive radiation we humans can handle.

- Over time, they have developed immunities to many different insecticides. Some scientists are even convinced that there will come a time when cockroaches are completely immune against any insecticide there is, even against combinations of different substances.

Let’s continue with a list of some of Tomura’s most impressive showings of resilience and durability:

- Putting up with bullet and stab wounds as if they were nothing more than a side note.

- Shrugging off an explosion point-blank to the face completely unscathed.

- His struggle against Gigantomachia. Fighting against an all-powerful giant for one and a half months straight, only getting to rest for three hours every 2 days.

- Being pushed into a fight against an army with more than 100.000 members without having had a proper rest for more than a month, surviving somehow, and killing a good chunk of the enemy fraction. (Kudos to all the members of the League for going through this insanity and living to tell the tale.)

- Getting three of his fingers squashed off completely but, in the end, shrugging it off as if it was nothing.

- Undergoing Ujiko’s torturous surgery and somehow surviving three months of hellish pain.

And these were only his showings pre-surgery. Tomura’s feats post-surgery include:

- Getting his skin and a good chunk of his flesh burnt off by Endeavor and being completely unimpressed, even before his new regeneration quirk kicked in.

- Again, shrugging off one of Bakugou’s explosions. This one, however, being much more powerful than the last one.

- Tomura’s body literally falling apart, but him being more concerned with the current date than anything else.

- Tomura (more or less) shrugging off getting kicked and punched around like a ragdoll by Midoriya using 100 percent of One For All which among other things resulted in Tomura’s lower jaw almost falling off.

- Even though he had sustained very heavy injuries during the Paranormal Liberation War arc, by the time of his fight against Star and Stripe, his wounds had completely healed. Moreover, he had arguably become even stronger than he was during the War arc.

- Surviving being in an area where the atmosphere has ceased to exist.

- Getting shot with a dozen lasers and shrugging it off as if it was nothing.

- Surviving being in the immediate range of the BNHA-equivalent of an atomic missile and getting pretty much all of his flesh burnt off.

- After successfully stealing it and killing its former owner, Star and Stripe’s quirk New Order was more of a curse rather than a blessing, acting like poison destroying his body from the inside. Tomura, however, was able to survive until the quirk had completely faded away.

- Getting electrocuted during the current battle, but, just as usual, shrugging it off like it was nothing.

- Even though New Order had destroyed some of his most valuable quirks, Tomura’s body, thanks to quirk singularity, has evolved to such an extent that you really have to ask yourself how the heroes are even supposed to defeat him.

A monstrous cockroach that can’t be killed?

Some scientists claim that if cockroaches had the same size as humans, they would be pretty much indestructible. One could argue that from the heroes’ point of view Tomura is just that (turned up to eleven): A monstrous cockroach disguised as a human which they just can’t kill no matter what they try. And even if they succeed in killing him, he will just pull himself back to life, more powerful and angry than before – and, worst of all, even more determined to destroy everything the heroes have been building up for decades.

I know that many people hate this development. They hate how Tomura is completely over-powered now. They think that Tomura willing himself back to life is cheap writing and that his fight against Star and Stripe was totally redundant. However, I completely disagree with these sentiments. These story beats are Horikoshi’s admittedly very unsubtle way to tell us that Tomura indeed cannot be killed. It is pretty much impossible. It is the wrong way to deal with him. It’s just as futile as trying to kill a human-sized cockroach by throwing a leather boot at it. Many readers have actually already figured that out. Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for most of the heroes. Best Jeanist and co. have proven that they have learned exactly nothing from their last encounter with Tomura and the other villains, neither from Tomura’s monologue in chapter 281 nor from Dabi’s revelations about Endeavor and the abuse and neglect he put his family through, etc.

The heroes’ refusal to learn from their mistakes and the way they are dealing with villains are big reasons why their society has gone to hell like that. The story has presented more than enough opportunities for the heroes to learn and to reach out, but they wasted. Every. Single. One of them, with the two most egregious examples being Endeavor’s non-reaction to Tomura accusing heroes of hurting their families to save complete strangers and Best Jeanist, after Dabi’s broadcast, being more concerned with the public losing faith in heroes than the Number-1-prohero being an abuser.

In fact, the only hero who appears to have somewhat changed his mindset about the villains is Gran Torino of all people – by going from seeing Tomura as a monster which needs to be put down to the equivalent of a rabid dog that is too far gone to be saved and should be mercy-killed. Glorious.

It’s quite sad that the only ones who truly seem to have thought about what the villains were saying and are starting to actually question things are two sixteen-year-olds.

But how does the saying go? An old dog can’t learn new tricks. For decades, heroes always dealt with villains the same way: Beat them up and then wait for the police to arrive and arrest them. None of them seems to have ever paused for a moment to think about the origin of villains. Why do people become villains? The answer, proheroes and most of hero society have come up with, is that villains are inherently evil. They’re just being evil and doing evil things for evil’s sake. Case in point: Even after learning that Tomura is Nana’s grandson and that he most likely was groomed into villainy by All For One, Gran Torino rejects All Might’s wish to do something for his master’s grandson and insists on treating Tomura like any other villain.

Naturally, this black and white thinking is completely wrong. Villains aren’t born. They’re made. And hero society plays a big role in creating them by letting individuals fall through the cracks.

But that’s not all: Hero society also plays a big role in further radicalizing its villains and making them more dangerous. Case in point: Hawks’ murder of Twice may have neutralized the immediate threat of Twice using his Sad Man’s Parade to turn the tide of the war in the villain’s favor. Yet, in the long run, it also further radicalized Himiko and Dabi, with them being more in line than ever with Tomura’s belief that everything should be destroyed. And now, Dabi even made sure that Himiko is able to do a Sad Man’s Parade (or a Sad Girl’s Parade) of her own, so what exactly did Hawks truly accomplish with his murder of Twice?

Hero society is a little like a beautiful house with large rooms full of light, antique furniture, expensive paintings on the wall, charming knick-knacks everywhere, lovely hosts, and walls decorated with pretty wallpapers where thousands of cockroaches are hiding behind. Whenever the hosts notice a cockroach getting into one of the rooms, they’re quick to squash it with a boot or kill it with a potent insecticide. Unfortunately, this won’t solve the actual issue of thousands of cockroaches living inside of the walls. Even more unfortunate is that more and more cockroaches are finding their way into the rooms. As if that wasn’t enough, it’s also getting harder and harder to kill them. Over time, they’ve become immune to the trusty insecticide the hosts have been using for decades. These days, even crushing them under a boot is often not enough to kill them.

Furthermore, they’re getting more aggressive, trying to defend themselves instead of fleeing from the hosts. And now, to make matters even worse, there appeared one monstrous cockroach which not only can’t be killed but is actively hunting the hosts. Suffice to say, the hosts are pretty much screwed and all of the house’s beautiful rooms will soon be infested with thousands of cockroaches.

If you’re asking yourselves, how I came up with such a freaky comparison – well, it was actually inspired by how Tomura himself sees hero society, more precisely, by his descriptions of hero society in chapters 88 and 281.

“All these vague things have kept the lid on society’s filthy underbelly. We’re smashing through, though. And to do that, we’re removing you from the picture, All Might.”

“You Heroes pretend to be society's guardians. For generations, you pretended not to see those you couldn't protect and swept their pain under the rug. It's tainted everything you've built. That means your system's all rotten from the inside with maggots crawling out. It all builds up, little by little, over time. You've got the common trash, all too dependent on being protected. And the brave guardians who created the trash that need coddling. It's a corrupt, vicious cycle. Everything I've witnessed, this whole system you've built has always rejected me. Now I'm ready to reject it. That's why I destroy. That's why I took this power for myself. Simple enough? I don't care if you understand. That's what makes us heroes and villains.”

By continuously ignoring people that have fallen through the cracks and beating down villains without ever questioning how they came into being, hero society has created a filthy underbelly festering with rats, maggots, and cockroaches beneath its shiny façade. The continuous rejection and beating down of villains have accumulated over time, with the dark underbelly and the filth inside growing. And now, hero society, with the friendly assistance of All For One and Ujiko, has finally succeeded in creating its own worst nightmare: a villain that’s hell-bent on destroying everything and that can’t be defeated by the heroes. Congratulations, everyone.

Or rather a person that can still be saved?

I’ve spent a long time ranting about the parallels between Tomura and a cockroach, but I’d like to end this post by pointing out the one key difference: Tomura is a human being. He is not an insect. He is not an animal. He is neither a monster nor an “it” no matter what heroes like Gran Torino or Mirko think. Tomura is a person. A person that’s been needing to be saved for almost his whole life.

At this point, saving Tomura is the only way for the heroes to save themselves, their loved ones, and even the whole world.

Yet, the only person to at least consider attempting to save him is Midoriya. With that, Midoriya has already proven that he is a better hero than people like Gran Torino, Hawks, Endeavor, Best Jeanist, Mirko, and even All Might himself. However, as long as Midoriya doesn’t reject Gran Torino’s mindset in its entirety, he won’t be able to save Tomura, let alone save the world. And he’s still not completely there yet. He’s still clinging to some of Gran Torino’s beliefs. Hence, why he’s still wearing Gran Torino’s cape and hasn’t completely rejected the idea of having to kill Tomura.

But, to save the world he has to save Tomura. And to save Tomura, he has to wish for it with all of his heart. There won’t be room for doubt or hesitation or loopholes à la “if there’s no other possibility to save everyone, I am ready to kill him”.

It won’t be enough to reluctantly approach Tenko and maybe try to reach out a hand with sparks of Gran Torino’s beliefs still lingering in his heart and mind.

Midoriya will have to put out every last spark of Gran Torino’s mindset and his own doubts regarding whether someone like Tomura can and should be saved, and walk over to Tenko without hesitation and with his hand truly reached out. In other words: he has to approach Tenko with the same fierce determination to save as he did with Bakugou.

Otherwise, he won’t be able to stop the rot which is slowly decaying the world.

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