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concussed-to-pieces · 1 year

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Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Pairing: (Eventual) Pro Hero!Mirio/AFAB Villain!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: As an individual with a pretty unimpressive Quirk, it hadn't taken long for you to stray from the straight and narrow. Until, of course, a certain pro hero from your past turned up on your doorstep…

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our first installment! I will never get over the Hassaikai arc. If you would like to be added or removed from the tag list, please let me know 💚 Enjoy!

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[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains graphic depictions of gore, emotional duress, mentions of death and financial hardship. Stay safe!]

You blinked. Rubbed your eyes, then checked again.

Nope, still there.

You shot backwards with a stifled swear, raising your hands in a defensive stance. "How the hell did you find me?" You snarled, noting as you did that you were probably not in as much trouble as you had originally thought.

The shining paragon of heroism currently slumped in the hallway of your apartment complex…well, he had definitely seen better days. His normally-pristine white suit was stained and torn in multiple places, and even as you watched a few more polycarbonate pieces clattered from what was left of his yellow visor. He finally raised his head to look at you and you were stunned to see tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

Despite that, Lemillion still mustered up a smile for you. "Hey, I uh…I need a favor. Didn't know where else to go."

Flabbergasted, you did the only thing you could think of, which was shutting the door in his face. You began the process of locking it all over again, your hands trembling as you did. "What the fuck," you hissed, resting your forehead on the worn wood. Before you could turn the last lock, however, you found yourself hesitating.

Didn't know where else to go. He had looked like he was in a real bad way. Clearly he was desperate, if he had made his way to your previously-unknown address. You heaved a massive sigh of frustration, then jerked back the latch bolts and yanked the door open once more.

"Oh, you're back! That's great. Sorry to be a bother." Lemillion sounded like he was torn between laughing and crying, as if he couldn't even believe what was going on. When you seized his arm his breath hitched and you realized belatedly that it was blood his suit was stained with. The lighting out in the hall had always been pretty poor; you could be forgiven for missing a few details.

"Get in here before someone sees you." You muttered, relaxing your hold to something a bit more delicate. Granted, you knew damn well that he could phase free of any grip you might have had on him, but this was a show of trust on his part so you grudgingly relented. He leaned heavily on you while limping through the doorway, his left hand holding the tattered remains of his suit closed at the hip on his right side. "Sit on the bed, I have a lot of junk on my chairs so that's kind of it."

"I'm sorry about all of this, I-I just–" Lemillion tried to start up again so you gestured curtly in his direction before beginning to secure the door.

"Be quiet," you growled, slamming home that final satisfying latch. "I don't know what happened, and I don't care. Is all of this something that can be handled here or do you need to get to a med center?"

"I…" Lemillion paused, then admitted, "I'm not…really sure." He glanced up at you through what was left of his visor, smiling again after a second. "Glad I made the right choice, though."

"Did you, Golden Boy? Because all I have to do is send one simple text and it's over for you." You retorted sharply, reeling internally from how blasé he was being about this whole affair. "We chalking this incredible trust up to a head injury?"

He laughed and then grimaced, a few tears making their way down his face. "You…might be on to something," he groaned, finally peeling his hand away from his side.

You felt your stomach lurch at the sight of the mangled skin on his torso and you shuddered, fighting back the urge to get queasy. "Shit, Lemillion, what the fuck." You snapped, "you compromise my location-"

"I didn't know where else to go!" The young man cried. Those same words he had said in the hall, laden with fresh desperation, but you weren't having it.

You fired back, still trying to keep your voice low, "literally anywhere but here, Golden Boy! What the fuck do you mean?!"

"It was the Hassaikai, I--I got shot with something," Lemillion babbled, his voice cracking, "some kind of Quirk remover, w-we knew they were developing it but we didn't think they'd advanced to the point where it was functional and now I…so my Q-Quirk is…" He broke down into tears, burying his face in his hands.

"Holy shit." You said weakly. "Man, I…look I know we aren't on the greatest terms, but I'm sorry."

"Nighteye is dead because of me." Lemillion sobbed, "I wasn't able to…I saved Eri but I couldn't–"

Fuck. "They got Nighteye?" The young man simply nodded in reply, clearly too distraught to answer verbally. You swore again under your breath, eyes darting to the door nervously. If the Hassaikai were serious enough to take out an experienced pro like Nighteye, it would be small potatoes for them to end you and the wounded Mirio. "Okay, okay. It's okay. It's alright. Is there someone you can call or-"

"I can't go back! I can't--Nighteye–" the hero choked out hysterically, coughing and then gripping his wounded side. "Please, I–"

"Shh." You hushed him curtly, holding up a hand. "Shush. Cry, do what you have to, but you need to keep it down. I…I'll see if I can get a house call."

Lemillion reached out, stained fingers grasping at the hem of your shirt. "Help me." He begged, tears continuing to spill down his face.

Shaken, you replied, "Hey, I'm gonna', okay? I just don't want my neighbors to get suspicious."

His face fell and the grip on your shirt tightened while he appeared to stare at the floor. "Thank you." He finally said thickly, releasing you. "I didn't know…I've never had to–" His words trailed off, head lolling to the side. It was quickly followed by his entire body, the young man appearing to lose consciousness. You rushed forward, catching his shoulders and managing to ease him flat on the bed.

There was blood smeared on your blankets. You puffed out a breath, thoroughly wary and more than a bit confused. Then, you fished your phone out of your pocket and scrolled through your contacts.

"Hey Jund, I need a favor…"

…

The aforementioned Jund was a dark-haired, solidly-built man with a propensity for smoking indoors. He showed up as you were still in the process of scrubbing away the traces of blood in the hallway, having the audacity to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Yeah, it's bad." You answered the unspoken query softly, opening your door and ushering him into your apartment. "Ah ah, put out the butt. No cigs in my hovel." You chided, waiting until he grudgingly stubbed out the cigarette in the proffered ashtray before you continued, "so like I said, I'm not a hundred percent sure what happened. He passed out on me, but-"

Lemillion abruptly lunged through the doorway of your bedroom, the young man nearly falling flat before he grappled the frame until his knuckles whitened. "Get away from them!" He yelled, taking a wild swing at Jund.

The large man caught his arm, giving him a withering look. "You're just going to hurt yourself more, idiot." He gruffed out. "I ain't here to do anything but help. Don't get your panties in a twist."

You, for your part, put your face in your hands. Your embarrassment was all-consuming. "Can you tell we dated in high school?" You mumbled through your fingers to Jund, who snickered.

"Dating Lemillion? I didn't peg you for the goodie-two-shoes type." The older man said with a sidelong grin.

"I was young," you stressed the word. "Neither of us were exactly established in our career paths back then, either."

"Yeah, yeah, I bet." Jund teased, forcibly walking Lemillion backwards into your bedroom. "Now listen squirt, because I'm only gonna' say this once," he growled at the hero who was continuing to struggle against his hold. "I'm gonna' help and it's gonna' suck. You come at me again and I'm leaving. Got it?" Jund then tipped his head towards you. "Look, they called me here. They trust me. I'm not on anyone's side here, and I'm not gonna' rat anyone out. Consider me a…temporary ally."

Lemillion thrashed again and then went limp, glaring at Jund while clutching his side. "Fine." He panted eventually. If looks could kill, Jund would have been six feet under.

"Wonderful. Now shut up and let me work." Jund beckoned you closer, tapping your arm. "Roll up the sleeves and I'll get started."

…

Mirio wasn't sure how he was still conscious. His eyes kept sliding closed and he forced them back open, uncertain of where he was. Was he on the street? In the stairwell? No, no, he was sitting down on a bed.

You had let him in?

You had let him in.

Relief made his shoulders droop. He was safe then, at least for now.

Pain shot through his core and he jerked upright, eyes flying open once more. You were there though, hands on his shoulders to steady him even as he writhed. "Easy, easy." You breathed, shooting a look to the side. "Almost done, Jund?"

"There's still a shell in his shoulder." That man grunted and Mirio felt something grate against bone, the hero arching his back in an unintentional effort to escape the agonizing sensation.

His breath hitched, then seethed between his gritted teeth. Mirio fought the urge to continue thrashing, his entire being screaming to get away from the source of the pain.

You gripped tight on his shoulders, that mild discomfort helping to ground him ever so slightly. "It's okay," you murmured, your voice oddly quiet. "Almost there." Mirio sobbed out an exhale, his fingers clawing for purchase on the blanket beneath him. You shifted then, scooping his hands up and holding them tightly to your chest so he couldn't move. "Almost there." You repeated firmly.

"Done." Jund said abruptly, the tall man making his reappearance. His hands were stained with an odd purple hue, the color nearly turning Mirio's already empty stomach inside-out. To say nothing of the bullet he held pinched between his thumb and forefinger, its hypodermic needle tip gleaming dull red.

The hero retched, flinching when he realized that your own hands were the same violet shade. You hadn't seemed to notice, simply thanking your large compatriot.

Jund brushed you off, telling you in a no-nonsense tone that, "you'll need to eat soon, the damage was extensive."

"Yeah, I can tell. I'm pretty light-headed." You admitted with a wry smile. "Doesn't help that I started with an almost empty tank. Ketchup packets and hot water are a poor substitute for tomato soup."

"Guess I'll be waiving my fee then." Jund grumbled. "Again."

"Wait, I have-" Mirio's hands felt like lead as the young man fumbled with the side of his utility belt. He finally managed to extract a few wrinkled bills, which he pressed into your palm. "I can get more, I'll just need to be careful. Security on my ATM cards and stuff." He tried to explain, the words thick and difficult to say. Exhaustion dragged at him even while he watched Jund shake his head.

"Keep it. The fee is a joke. I only charge the big shots who can afford it." The older man pointed out, "you're a fugitive, from what I can gather, or bare minimum you're in some deep shit. Save those dollars for when you'll need them, kid." He then tipped his head towards you. "Buy them some real food and lay low so you can heal."

…

Jund's Quirk, while wildly useful, took a heavy toll on him if someone wasn't able to share the burden. The lanky man waved off your offer of a beverage before he left, simply giving you the instructions to, "force him to take it easy for a few hours." He also carefully placed the bullet into a ziplock bag you provided, his face troubled.

Mirio had fallen asleep relatively soon after Jund had finished, the younger man still arguing the merits of paying his 'fee' even as his voice got softer and softer. Once Jund departed you took a moment to heave a sigh, then straightened your shoulders and got to work.

The blankets would need to be washed, and while it might be paranoid to think that you may already be under surveillance, you weren't about to risk leaving your apartment with your bloodstained bedclothes. The shower would have to suffice.

Slinging your two light summer blankets into the bathroom, you then rummaged around in your combination broom closet/linen closet/general catch-all storage closet for your laundry supplies. A stain remover for sure, but you'd have to dissolve it before adding it to the fabric as the rinse water would need to be cold to help lift the blood.

Ugh. So you'd need to find a container for the stain powder (one that could be rinsed out or disposed of), and then you'd have to run extra water for the whole endeavor. Ugh ugh ugh. You doggedly got to work, grumbling mentally the entire time you swished and scrubbed at your blankets in the bottom of your shower.

At least the powder worked, despite your annoyance over the process. You ended up arduously wringing the blankets out and draping one over the shower door while the other took up a sprawling residence stretched between your two kitchen chairs, which were both laden with the buildup of your junk mail. With that particular trial managed, your stomach rumbled.

The clock on your stove was still blinking 12:00 from your last power outage, when you had finally given up on trying to keep it current. You checked your phone for the time, and then resigned yourself to rustling up something to eat.

You were up to your waist in a lower cabinet chasing down an eye-laden potato when you dimly heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you.

You froze.

"Can I ask where your cups are?" Mirio, how was he even able to move.

You nearly brained yourself on the lip of the cabinet door in your haste, quickly turning to face the young man with your hard-earned prize in hand. "Upper cabinet by the sink." You answered his question, your voice faltering a bit.

Mirio looked awful. His nose was red, and his eyes were bloodshot with lurid purple circles beneath them. Despite his appearance, he just nodded and then used the counter like a crutch so he could limp across the kitchen. "I'm still…pretty sore." He explained, like he assumed you wouldn't know.

"Mirio it's been less than four hours since your lung was unpunctured, you're lucky if all you are is sore." You chided, moving to open the cabinet for him. His hand landed clumsily on top of your own on the handle and the both of you flinched, Mirio moving back a step and you yanking the cabinet open. "Uh, sorry. Just a little jumpy." You tried to apologize, the reality of your situation catching up with you. A hero (former hero?) had come to your residence in search of aid. What the hell kind of mess was this?

You quickly filled the cup from the tap, handed it off to Mirio and got to work cutting the eyes out of your lone potato.

"Whatcha' doin'?" Mirio asked after a moment.

"Trying to figure out how to feed two people with one sad legume." You grunted as your knife caught on a particularly stubborn eye, then huffed in frustration when you accidentally nicked your knuckle. "Ow, dammit."

"Hey, easy." The blond man admonished, continuing, "look, just take what I've got. We can go to a corner store, pick up some stuff."

"Excuse me, 'we'? Golden Boy, you're the one who came here all in a panic over being spotted!" You pointed out.

Mirio blinked down at you, seeming confused. "Yeah, but your Quirk can change how I look. So it's fine."

Ah. So that had been why he sought you out. You weren't sure why that deepened your irritation, but you found yourself setting your jaw and digging back into the potato. Abruptly the knife sank into a mushy spot and your heart sank as you realized the potato had gone bad. "Come on, fuck's sake." You swore under your breath, chucking the offending tuber in the trash and resting your hands on the counter.

"Did…did I say something?" Mirio asked awkwardly. "Wait, wait, did you lose your Quirk-?"

"No, I didn't." You cut him off, dropping the knife in the sink and washing your hands. You then turned, giving his face a hard look. "I just won't be able to do anything about the bruising. You know I've never been able to change skin or mask injuries."

"Oh. Well it's a relief that you haven't lost your Quirk." Mirio's smile looked hollow and wrong. "Was kinda' worried there." His eyes strayed to the ziplock bag on your counter while he spoke.

You placed your hands on either side of his face, furrowing your brow in concentration. Your Quirk allowed you to change superficial things like hair or eye color and hair length, as well as offering limited control over more advanced things like bone structure. It was relatively simple to soften Mirio's striking features, masking the well-known hero with the guise of shaggy dark hair and smaller eyes. One final adjustment of his cheekbones and you nodded to yourself, content with your handiwork. It had taken you ages just to master working in vague symmetry, so as not to leave the subject of your Quirk stuck in the Uncanny Valley for the hour of use you could provide them.

"We still need some sunglasses to hide that bruising." You mused aloud, turning to your kitchen table and shoving the majority of your junk mail aside to unearth your lone set of shades. "Throw these on and we can make the run."

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Forty minutes later Mirio sat impatiently on your bed. You had refused his offer to help, stating that since he had paid for the food he shouldn't need to prepare it. "I can cook, y'know." He called at your back, a little entertained by how nasally his voice sounded. You must have altered the shape of his nose. Those sunglasses had nearly slid off his face numerous times.

"I remember well what you considered cooking." You snarked dryly, "I was in the hospital with food poisoning for three days, Golden Boy."

"I'm also not fourteen anymore, Sunshine." Mirio retorted, his old nickname for you rolling off his tongue before he could think. "I've needed to keep myself alive. Can't exactly fight villains when I'm stuck in the bathroom, now can I?"

"Well I certainly couldn't, but knowing your overachieving ass I'm sure you'd manage somehow."

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but you seemed irritated. Mirio grimaced at himself after a second of thought; of course you would be irritated! He had just shown up at your doorstep while you were clearly trying to lay low and pretend to be an ordinary member of society. The life of a villain wasn't an easy one, and while he didn't agree with it he wasn't entirely devoid of empathy. You had always been pushed to enter a career of public relations regardless of your own wants or needs, to the point where the pressure became too much and you had dropped out of high school. After that, you had essentially vanished from social media and the public eye.

Seeing you in the field, recognizing you in the field and realizing that you weren't pursuing a lawful career…it had been sobering. Mirio knew that it would hardly be the first time he may have to engage with someone he had known in his youth. The world was a hard place if you lacked an attention-grabbing Quirk. He just hadn't expected you to be someone he would trade blows with.

Despite the clear mismatch of the two of you, the organization you partnered with had clearly trained you well. You consistently managed to evade Mirio, even with his considerable strength and powerful abilities. The few times you had engaged him head on, you met him with such ferocity that he was left stunned. Whatever had happened to you through the years must have been…difficult. At least, he hoped that's all it was.

The only reason he had your address was because he had been looking up old classmates in the city database out of boredom. He couldn't really say why he had never turned you in.

Well, that was a lie. He could, but he brushed it off as bias. Plus, it wasn't as if your particular villain gang was up to anything more nefarious than petty robbery or the occasional smash and grab. With the Hassaikai on the loose, resources had been stretched pretty thin!

The Hassaikai.

Mirio's fists clenched tight on his thighs, the young man staring at the floor. They had succeeded, sure, but the loss of Nighteye, his own hand in his mentor's death…

Togata hadn't realized he was crying until he felt you tug his chin upwards. The look you gave him was inscrutable and felt like it went on forever, the former hero forced to sniffle and wait for you to let go.

But all you said was, "dinner's ready," and Mirio wasn't sure if he imagined the sympathy in your eyes before you released him.

"Sorry," he apologized on instinct, rubbing his eyes. "You must think I'm pretty dumb, huh?"

"I think you coming here was pretty dumb." You allowed stiffly, passing him a bowl. "You being upset about…stuff, is totally fine."

"Is there anyone-" Mirio paused, swallowing a bite before he continued, "in your group with any sort of analysis capabilities? For the bullet."

You snorted, shaking your head. "Sorry, no. You probably knew that already though."

"Figured it wouldn't hurt to ask." The hero exhaled, thinking hard. That complicated things immensely, to the point where he was essentially out of options. His stomach twisted, threatening to make his dinner reappear. Oh sure, he had known deep down that there was no point in running from the scene. He had known that he would eventually be tracked down and made to answer for his hand in Nighteye's demise. He had just been hoping there would be more time for him to mentally prepare, more time for him to grieve the loss of his Quirk and his mentor.

But it seemed that time was not on his side.

"I'll have to turn myself in, then." Mirio said quietly. "The bullet is really important evidence and while I'm…not really ready to face the music, it would be pretty selfish of me to hide out and endanger you further just because I'm being a coward."

You turned to look at the window, squinting in the dim light of the morning. "How about you sleep on it, then decide?" was your reasoning. "There's not much you can do in your current state. Get some rest first, screw your head on straight, and then you can decide. You're probably pretty fragile right now." An unexpected sob fought free of Mirio's throat, like the finishing touch on your sentence. You made a gesture, as if to say, see? "You need rest. For real this time."

"What about you?" God, he hated that his voice sounded so weak.

"I've got enough time for a quick nap, my shift doesn't start until ten." You stood up, stretching with a groan. "Can't believe I had to stay up all night to deal with this."

"I…I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking clearly."

Your hand landed on his head, rumpling the hair that was slowly returning to its regular blond hue. You didn't actually say anything, but Mirio got the impression that he might be forgiven.

Part Two

#mirio togata #bnha mirio #mha mirio #aged up characters #lemillion #pro hero mirio #pro hero!AU #villain!reader #pro hero!mirio #reader has a quirk #eventual romance #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #shie hassaikai #mirio imagine #pro hero lemillion #enjoy!

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moron-hassaikai-and-more · 2 years

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Chrono: don’t touch the iron! It’s hot!

Eri: it can’t be that hot.

Overhaul, narrating: it was.

#mha incorrect quotes #mha #incorrect bnha quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #hari kurono #shie hassaikai #chrono #kai chisaki #overhaul #mha chronostasis #eri mha #eri chisaki #domestic chronohaul au #domestic chronohaul #Chronohaul #11:10 PM 12th October

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tesalicious2 · 2 years

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Ok ok! There’s all the change the villain to the hero fics which are wonderful!! But imagine,

The entire Eight Precepts of Death, Chrono, Mimic, and Overhaul as hero’s in a hero agency called the Shie Hassaikai.

It’d be so op and amazing! Change nothing about their personalities, maybe less violent, but boom!! Successful heroes!

Chisaki and Chrono would definitely stay ‘in the shadows’. Not doing much actual hero work, they just manage the business mostly.

Mimic focuses on the finances while also doing hero work, not much though.

Nemoto works with the police a lot, so he’s their bridge if their ever needed.

Rappa, Kastukame, and the Trash Trio (Setsuno, Tabe, and Hojo) are the poster boys basically. They rack in the most big bucks and have the most publicity. Tengai is too but less so.

Slosh works the night patrol but stays away from civilians because of his quirk. Often, Nemoto will join if he is not needed by police.

Unlike most agencies, they aren’t sidekicks. They are each separate pro heroes that grouped up for an agency. Similar to Kamui Woods, Mt Lady and Edgeshot, but to an extreme.

Most of their outfits are the same, but Nemoto changes the cloak for a suit during the day. The masks are used but not worn except when on missions and patrol.

Despite being not the most popular of the group, Overhaul is in the top ten, maybe number 3. He wasn’t happy when he found out bc he hates publicity, it makes him feel dirty.

Occasionally, there will be a rumor or accusations of shady dealings but they shrug them off. (Sometimes there are shady dealings, but nothing illegal.)

Overhaul has a personal moto when dealing with trigger happy villains. ‘It isn’t murder if they’re don’t stay dead.’

Now, he never uses his quirk like this in public but has removed and replaced hands before. He tries to make it so no one can see it though.

They don’t use it but they have loads of blackmail on every hero angency and high ranking pro. They know everything.

They share any new information but don’t actually use it. Though, if they don’t find anything, they’ll send a care package without a label and a congrats card.

#bnha #headcanon #eight bullets #chrono #mimic #overhaul #hero agency #rikiya katsukame #joi irinaka #toya setsuno #yu hojo #kendo rappa #soramitsu tabe #hari kurono #kai chisaki #shin nemoto #deidoro sakaki #shie hassaikai #reverse AU

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rumiknight · 2 years

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My Hero SCP

SCP-8510, “Chronostasis”

Part 2 of doodles for @curiousquirks‘s SCP AU. Here is Chrono’s document

#bnha #shie hassaikai #chronostasis #kurono hari #kai chisaki #scp #bnha au #chisaki kai #i love his happy flappy arrows so much

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corvidshadowgrovestrega · 5 months

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So yeah, it seems I have another writing idea. And yes it is another one which I will probably never finish but still. I just can't help the fact that my brain is like that. Thus, now I am sharing what I came up with so far.

First things first is the fact it's a fanfiction from my newest brainrot a.k.a. MHA. It's obviously an AU and in here Izuku has a twin sibling named Hanako. Hanako or Hana as she likes to be called has an unspecified fire quirk. Izu still like in canon at first seems quirkless so Hana is very protective of him.

And when it comes to Hanako themselves, she is...something. Why? Because even if they are twins it's Izuku who's more like Inko. Hana on the other hand is in a lot of aspects a carbon copy of their father and absolute opposite of xer brother. It is even smarter than Izu, tall and muscled. Definitely not beautiful or pretty, at least not in the standard sense. Especially considering their scars, sharp features and narrow eyes. She dyes xer hair green and wears vividly green contact lenses. Why is under the red warning. Personality wise xe IS quiet. Like quiet quiet, she is able to talk but they're still effectively mute as she chooses not to. And well, xe's angry, bitter and jaded. Seeing how the society treats quirkless and people with quirks that are considered weak or villainous, people with mutations she doesn't trust heroes. They're not evil but definitely more morally grey. Xe's not exactly kind or comforting either. Even when she tries you can clearly tell it's awkward & unpracticed but nonetheless genuine. And they understand other people like that on a deep level. Still you can tell xer emotions by her eyes. They also force herself to be strong so the others do not have to be. So in conclusion she' a distrustful & sharp, quite antisocial person. She is polyamorous omnisexual however demiromantic & demisexual nonbinary xenogender(fugogender) with she/xe/they/it pronouns.

SPOILERS & PROBABLY V TRIGGERING STUFF UNDER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED SO PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Firstly, AFO is Hizashi Midoriya and Inko is Nana's daughter. Momo is a Shimura too and Tomura's sister. She was born the same year as Tomura dusted the rest of the members, she's alive because she wasn't there but at the hospital. She was adopted by Yaoyorozus who needed a heir/heiress.

Hanako is exactly this kind of sibling who when she can, wrecks people bullying Izuku. They still can't be on the lookout 24/7 and Izu hides a lot from xer & their mom to not worry them.

Izuku actually has a quirk. It's telekinesis and it's stronger than Inko's. However it was jumpstarted when he took Katsuki's "good" advice. Kat himself saw it and had a brutal wake up call. Izuku did die for a second there but miraculously came back. (We will come back to how later.)

After that some truths came out. Mainly all about the bullying Izu suffered from Aldera & Katsuki. Also the fact how abusive Mitsuki Bakugo is and how Masaru doesn't interfere.

Well hearing that and the true regret from Kats, Inko made a decision. She formally adopted Katsuki and made him go to therapy, both for trauma and anger issues. Now he fixed his relationship with the twins somewhat and is protective of both. Still not the nicest and a huge tsundere but nonetheless slightly improved.

The sludge villain incident with Katsuki happened as in cannon, Izuku jumped right after. All Might after tried to find him but as Zu was in hospital he didn't have much luck. However he met both twins at "that" beach and approached them. He at first planned to do what he did in cannon when it comes to Izu but after learning of the new quirked status of our broccoli boy he just offer to train them. Hana though agreed only to keep on eye on Izu. In the end both siblings actually got OFA as Hana reasoned that if they share it, it may go 50/50 and as such be easier to handle. She wasn't wrong and as they are twins it also made their sibling connection that much stronger. Now they're literally able to feel each others emotions, pain & unfortunately if one dies.

Hitoshi and Kyoka were pretty quickly adopted after they started UA by the Yamada/Aizawa who are married.

Almost whole class 1-A is dating and all are poly. Most are LGBTQ+ in all ways.

Chisaki here is completely reworked personalitywise. While still a criminal and Yakuza leader few things are changed. He's kind to Eri who is his biological daughter. He's trans and dating Hari though only the Precepts know, also the Precepts, Hari & two Chisakis are a family before all else.

LOV is on the other hand even more found family and you can tear this trope from my cold dead hands.

Dabi is Toya Todoroki but he only wants revenge on Enji without including his siblings and mom a.k.a. he's a good older brother(and partner but that later).

Twice & Magne survive. I repeat they won't die here because I said so.

Hawks had been sent as a spy by the Comission but he quite quickly fully deflected after seeing all of the lies he was fed his whole life. He kept the act to protect LOV though and only stopped when told to kill Twice. He paid for it being tortured half to death before getting broken out by one slightly more decent person (OC) and then being brought to the LOV who nursed him back to health. Said OC though dies for that.

Most parents of the 1-A & 1-B kids suck very much. The only decent ones are Iidas, Inko, Rei, Kirishima's moms, Satos, Ashidos & Seros.

Tokoyami after his internship with Hawks got basically unformally adopted by him which much later was actually formalized.

Toru got adopted by Nemuri(who also won't die) and Emi Fukukado/Ms. Joke.

The war happens in their 3rd year but that would be another much more spoiler-y post.

#bnha #bnha au #mha #mha au #nemuri kayama & emi fukukado adopt toru hagakure #vlad king adopts denki kaminari & juzo honenuki & himiko toga #shota aizawa & hizashi yamada adopt shoto todoroki & hitoshi shinso & kyoka jiro & eri chisaki #izuku has a twin #izuku has a quirk #hanako midoriya #katsuki is an adopted midoriya #eijiro kirishima has two moms #most of the 1-a's & 1-b's parents suck big time #lov as a family #league of villains as family #shie hassaikai as a family #afo is still an a**#doctor garaki can go and burn too #dishonorable mentions of flaming trash aka endeawhore #good parent kai chisaki #nicer kai chisaki #dadzawa #parental hizashi yamada #parental nemuri kayama #parental emi fukukado #parental fatgum #parental vlad king #dadgum #fatgum adopts momo yaoyorozu & tamaki amajiki & tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #eijiro kirishima sees fatgum as his dad

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Sometimes, if the stars align, Rappa has a thought.

Bonus:

Class B is not as coordinated as their top students would have you believe.

#oops all heroes au #i love rappa so much you have no idea #also a peek of my katsukame design #kendo rappa #the rapper #joi irinaka #mha mimic #hekiji tengai #shield #rikiya katsukame #viper #teo saiko #flect turn #high school au #sketch #mha #bnha #my hero academia #shie hassaikai

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Rappa: I’M GIVNG ALL MY LOVE TO THE PEOPLE I CARE AND THERE’S

LITERALLY NOBODY ALIVE

THAT CAN STOP ME!!!!

Chrono: His too powerful!

Mimic: How powerful?!

Shin Nemoto: So powerful!

Rikiya Katsukame: Very powerul!

Toya Setsuno: Incredibly powerful!

Yu Hojo: Unbelievably powerful!

Soramitsu Tabe: It’s over 9000!

Hekiji Tengai: WHAT?!?

Deidoro Sakaki: *le gasps*

Overhaul: *wheezing on the floor*

#incorrect qoute bnha #bnha #bnha au #ask away!#incorrect qoute #kendo rappa #eight bullets #chrono #mimic #Shin Nemoto #hekiji tengai #rikiya katsukame #toya setsuno #overhaul #Yu Hojo #Soramitsu Tabe #Deidoro Sakaki #Shie Hassaikai

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fauvester · 2 years

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we got some uhhh *turns out pockets* we got some SH/LOV

#b n aych a #bnha #jsksjshk twitter NONSENSE #league of villains #shie hassaikai #toga #irinaka #mimic #mimpress #male....... puppet presenting nibbles?#fmcu au 2-3 yrs postcanon timeline

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angie-starz · 6 months

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I seriously don't know what to call this au but I'm gonna tag it at Chrono+LOV:AU

Introduction in that episode where twice and toga are introduced

Hari and Kai haven't seen eachother in years and this is the first time they see eachother in long time

After twice was forced to reveal his quirk, toga and hari do not approve

Nemoto forcing Chrono to reveal his quirk (and it is at this moment hari decides to have a vendetta against him)

Basic information about his quirk

Explaining his drawbacks

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SCP-8510 | Chronostasis

MASTER LIST

Content Warning: Violence, Implied Death

== LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED ==

Access Granted

SCP-8510

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Item #: SCP-8510

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8510 is to be held in a standard humanoid containment cell. Personnel (D-Class Only) are to follow strict instructions on sedating SCP-8510 before any transportation as it will become very hostile upon seeing any personnel that isn’t the Lead Researcher. Any food or other substances must be given through a highly durable double-sided exchange window to ensure personnel’s safety.

In light of Incident 8510.1: No personnel is to mention SCP-8320-1 to or around SCP-8510 unless permitted by Lead Researcher ██████. Any personnel caught mentioning any information or trying to answer any questions the subject asks regarding SCP-8320-1 without approval are subject to immediate termination.

Description: SCP-8510 is a male humanoid entity that stands roughly 1.82m in height, equipped with a white cloak affixed to its body making its shape indistinguishable. SCP-8510 has gray hair-like appendages attached to its scalp, the ends of each appendage formed into the shape of a clock hand.

SCP-8510 maintains full control of each appendage and is able to move them freely at will, frequently using them to express emotions or in place of its hands. The hair-like appendages are malleable until SCP-8510 makes them sharp on command. Each appendage has the ability to inject a paralytic substance that only affects humans. SCP-8510 is immune to its own paralytic substance and any other form of paralytic or disabling substance has no effect on the subject aside from sedation.

SCP-8510 has the ability to understand human speech but seems to lack the ability to verbally communicate. SCP-8510 has the ability to read and write in any given language and has used this as a form of communication with personnel. The subject has on multiple occasions responded positively to terrible jokes and puns. SCP-8510’s mood can usually be dictated through observing the subject’s body language and hair-like appendages, as the subject has frequently been happiest when it “flaps” with the two appendages near the front of its head.

Addendum 8510-01: Interview Log #001

DATE: ████/██/██

INTERVIEWER: Dr. Chisaki

SUBJECT: SCP-8510

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[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Chisaki: Now then, are you able to communicate?

SCP-8510 doesn’t respond.

Dr. Chisaki: Can you understand me?

SCP-8510 nods their head.

Dr. Chisaki: Okay good. (Writing on paper) Are you able to speak at all?

SCP-8510 shakes their head.

Dr. Chisaki: Do you just not like to or is it just not possible?

Two of SCP-8510’s hair-like appendages extend in front of them, crossing over each other to form the shape of an ‘X’.

Dr. Chisaki: I will take that as it’s not possible for you to verbally communicate then. (Writing on paper) I would like to give something a try, to see if you’re able to help me form a bridge to help us communicate better. Would you allow that?

SCP-8510 nods their head.

Dr. Chisaki: (Takes a scrap of paper and writes something down before sliding it forward with a pen)

SCP-8510 leans forward and looks at the piece of paper that reads “Can you read this?” and tilts their head. The subject then takes one of their hair-like appendages and reaches for the pen on the table to write “Yes” in the same language on the piece of paper. SCP-8510 then sets the pen back down and uses the hair-like appendage to slide the paper back towards Dr. Chisaki.

Dr. Chisaki: This is good news, 8510. I’ll be back once I have some more material prepared for you. (Collects papers and stands from his chair)

SCP-8510 waves using one of the front hair-like appendages.

[END LOG]

Addendum 8510-02: Interview Log #002

DATE: ████/██/██

INTERVIEWER: Dr. Chisaki

SUBJECT: SCP-8510

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[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Chisaki: I have some papers I would like you to look at. (Places a stack of multiple small pieces of papers in front of SCP-8510 that say that sentence “Can you read this?” in 100 different languages) Can you read these please?

SCP-8510 leans forward and uses their hair-like appendage to take one paper off the top of the stack to place in front of them before appearing to read it. SCP-8510 then looks up at Dr. Chisaki before using a writing motion with the appendage to ask for a pen.

Dr. Chisaki: A pen? My apologies, 8510. (Reaches forward to hand the SCP a pen)

SCP-8510 proceeds to answer “Yes” in every corresponding language on every piece of paper. Dr. Chisaki goes through each paper as SCP-8510 passes off each piece as they finish them towards him.

Dr. Chisaki: I’m impressed, 8510. Do you have the ability to read and write in every language?

SCP-8510 nods.

Dr. Chisaki: I’ll collect more material for you to try at a later date. Thank you for cooperating with me today, 8510.

SCP-8510’s front two hair-like appendages flap excitedly on either side of their head.

[END LOG}

Addendum 8510-06: Interview Log #006

DATE: ████/██/██

INTERVIEWER: Dr. Chisaki

SUBJECT: SCP-8510

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[BEGIN LOG]

SCP-8510’s hair-like appendages are flapping around their head once Dr. Chisaki enters the room. The subject's attention is immediately on the Doctor.

Dr. Chisaki: Are you happy right now, 8510?

SCP-8510 nods.

Dr. Chisaki: (smiles) I’m glad you’re in a good mood today. Can you tell me why you’re in such a good mood?

SCP-8510 extends their hand out from under their cloak and points a pale finger towards Dr. Chisaki.

Dr. Chisaki: Because I’m here? (Writes on paper)

SCP-8510 nods.

Dr. Chisaki: You don’t seem to like the other researchers, is that true?

SCP-8510 nods and the hair-like appendages stop moving.

Dr. Chisaki: Can you tell me why you don’t like them?

SCP-8510 doesn’t respond.

Dr. Chisaki: You had specifically requested me. You refuse to work with the other Doctors. Did you prefer me doing your research instead?

SCP-8510 nods.

Dr. Chisaki: If it makes you more cooperative then I suppose I can continue being your lead researcher. Would that make you happy?

SCP-8510 nods and the hair-like appendages flap excitedly again.

Dr. Chisaki: I saw from your notes that you seemed to have a positive reaction to a joke that a D-Class personnel had spoken near you. Do you like jokes?

SCP-8510 nods.

Dr. Chisaki: (Slides a piece of paper forward with a pen) Do you like telling jokes too? Do you have one you can tell me?

SCP-8510’s hair-like appendage extends out to grab the pen before writing “I want you to tell me a joke” in the Doctor’s native language before sliding the paper towards him.

Dr. Chisaki: You want me to tell you a joke?

SCP-8510 nods.

Dr. Chisaki: I’m not very good at them but I suppose I can try. Ready?

SCP-8510 nods and leans forward like they are waiting intently.

Dr. Chisaki: (shakes his head before pausing) Why did the doctor tell the nurse to walk past the pill cupboard quietly? (He pauses)So she wouldn't wake the sleeping pills.

SCP-8510’s two front hair-like appendages reach out and make a clapping motion before the rest flap excitedly.

Dr. Chisaki: You really do like jokes, huh? I’ll be sure to have some prepared next time we meet.

[END LOG]

Addendum 8510-07: Request to Lead Researcher

Date: ████/██/██

Request to Lead Researcher ██████

Request To: Dr. ██████ - SCP-8510 Lead Researcher

Request From: Dr. Kai Chisaki - SCP-8510 Researcher

Request Subject: Request to be Lead Researcher for SCP-8510, due to the subjects trust in me. Increase in session with subject from once a week (Wednesday, 7am - 9am) to three times a week (Monday/Wednesday/Friday, 7am - 9am).

Request Response: PARTIAL ACCEPTANCE

Request Conditions: Sessions will be extended to three days a week but the request to be the Lead Researcher has been denied.

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING SECTION IS LEVEL 5/8510 CLASSIFIED

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ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS SECTION WITHOUT LEVEL 5/8510 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.

== LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED ==

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Access Granted

Addendum 8510-08: ████/██/██ Incident

Incident Report 8510.1

DATE: ████/██/██

LOCATION: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Mobile Task Force Sigma-10 (“Vanguard”) was alerted to a casualty event, centering on SCP-8320’s enclosure that led into a mass breakout of multiple SCPs led by SCP-8320-1. SCP-8510 was the first SCP released by SCP-8320-1 and was the accomplice to multiple other enclosures being opened throughout the incident. It was noted that SCP-8510 was violently loyal to SCP-8320-1 and attempted to kill any MTF members trying to subdue them. It is believed that because of SCP-8510’s positive interactions with SCP-8320-1’s former self, Dr. Chisaki, that the subject had felt the need to protect and serve them.

SCP-8510 was responsible for the murder of six (6) MTF members and over twenty (20) D-Class personnel during this incident. The subject was able to be sedated only following the capture of SCP-8320-1, during which SCP-8510 was a witness. Due to the loyalty displayed by the subject, the subject expressed increased anger and violence and the task force was only able to sedate the subject because it appeared to have a stunned reaction to seeing the containment of SCP-8320-1. New Lead Researcher ██████ plans on following up further research into SCP-8510’s obsession with SCP-8320-1.

Addendum 8510-09: Email to from Lead Researcher ██████ to Site Director Daruma Ujiko

DATE: ████/██/██

FROM: ██ ██████ <Redacted>

TO: Daruma Ujiko <Redacted>

SUBJECT: SCP-8510

Following the incident involving SCP-8320-1 all researchers put around SCP-8510 have been heavily monitored. The subject has continuously asked personnel about SCP-8320-1 even though the incident was over ██ ████ ago. The subject has been consistent over time upon trying to see Dr. Chisaki even though we’ve given the subject very little information. The subject hasn’t mentioned any other SCP’s involved in incident 8510.1. We haven’t had to change out the researchers for SCP-8510 since the subject hasn’t expressed any attachment to them like it did with Dr. Chisaki. It took over 2 years before we were able to have it express any feelings of happiness following the incident. It seemed to have gone into some kind of stasis, barely moving. We were afraid that the subject might’ve entered a depressive state and that we might’ve had to prevent anything drastic. We have had to give SCP-8510 some information just to get the subject out of its stasis. I’m thinking that we might need to intervene soon as I don’t think we’re going to get anything more out of this subject without allowing it to see SCP-8320-1. This is up to your approval on what to do with this subject, so I’ll defer to you.

- ██████

#chronostasis #hari kurono #SCP AU #bnha fanfiction #bnha #my hero academia #shie hassaikai #eight bullets #kai chisaki #overhaul #chronohaul

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Villain Pet AU

In which most/all of the villains/villain groups in MHA have their own pets/mascots. @cans-of-beans and I created this in a wild discord convo. Beans, if there's anything important I missed/that you want to elaborate on please add it on

League of Villains: Monchan, naturally. In this AU, he has a longevity/immortality Quirk (so Tomura can't hurt him by accident) and One For All (which he got by accident, by licking up some of All Might's blood during his battle with AFO while All Might was thinking about a successor). There is much debate in the League over whether he's haunted, weird, or just a Very Smart Good Boy. This is because the vestiges (mostly Nana) use an Ouija board to communicate through Monchan. (It was Toga and Twice's idea.)

Shie Hassaikai, specifically Chisaki: Shi, aka Four, a black cat that Chisaki adopted at Pops' request two years pre canon. (Also my personal favorite and therefore the longest section here.) The conversation went a little like this:

Pops: You need to develop empathy and be more human. Maybe taking care of a pet will help.

Chisaki, used to Pops indirectly insulting him: Oh thank god, for a second I thought you were going to shove a whole child at me.

Pops: Haha, no, I don't trust you with a child.

(Eri is hanging out with her grandfather for now. It's a marginally better situation.)

Four has an intelligence Quirk. She can't naturally understand human language or get into deep philosophy (and she still acts and thinks like a cat), but she understands some things that normal cats don't (like that feet are a part of humans and not the enemy) and can communicate concrete ideas with symbols that Kai taught her.

Her name is Four/Shi because in Japanese both death and four can be pronounced 'shi,' making four an unlucky number. I feel like Chisaki would be the type of person to play on that superstition.

Chisaki loves this cat. So much so that he gets/sews clothes for her. He tried to make her wear shoes too, to keep her feet off the dirty floors, but she hated them because they kept her from using her claws. Also, there is definitely a cat-sized lab coat among the clothes she has.

Gentle Criminal and La Brava: You know the whole "Kiwi and his goth gf" thing? Those are the birds these two have. Gentle has the goth gf, whose name is Bronte--sometimes he'll call her Miss/Madame Bronte for fun. Brava's multicolor bf's name is Cariño(so), which is Spanish for sweetheart/kind/loving/gentle. The birds are in love, naturally, and they often fly out with cameras attached to scope out areas Gentle and Brava are interested in for their videos/heists.

The MLA/PFL: Neither of us have gotten far enough into the story to meet them, so we decided for fun that they had a goldfish with a mecha suit a la Megamind. (This is subject to review.)

(Bonus: Natsuo, in this AU, is a vet and works at a veterinary clinic that (somehow) all of the villains attend to for their pets. The clinic is the only neutral ground that all of them respect.)

#bnha #bnha au #bnha villains #writing idea #bnha villain pet au #league of villains #monchan #bnha monchan #shie hassaikai #chisaki kai #bnha overhaul #gentle criminal #la brava #cans-of-beans

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The Chance And The Change; Part Nine

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Pairing: Reformed Villain!Mirio/AFAB Reformed Shie Hassaikai!Reader/Tamaki Amajiki

Rating: Holy shit M.

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our last installment. I gotta' say, I am never writing in these little nub style chunks AGAIN. Enjoy!

Tag List: @hijackser @nonstop-haikyuu @zombiexbody @buttons-beads-lace @moonchhu @swift-omg-no @ectoplasmictoast @tartimaar-bloggeth @plaguedoctorsnake

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains depictions of emotional duress. Stay safe!]

It had been over a month since the incident with Toga, after which Sir Nighteye advised that you, Mirio and Tamaki should stay in a secure location while the League's intentions were under investigation.

"They knew Tamaki was unfamiliar with you, which means that they've been hunting for a way into that apartment for quite a while." The Pro Hero had said, giving Mirio a stern look. Mirio had quailed beneath his mentor's stare and that was the end of the conversation; the three of you all packed up and escorted to a safe house within three hours of the prior discussion.

Oh certainly, the safe house wasn't bad. A little more lavish than you were used to, what with the in-home gym setup and the food delivery schedule. What was going to do you in was the boredom; despite your employer's reluctant allowance permitting you to work from home, you were quick to run out of daily tasks.

At least you weren't the only one suffering from cabin fever. Both Mirio and Tamaki's injuries had healed up seamlessly over the weeks and the two of them were becoming more and more restless with every passing day.

"I hate just sitting around like this." Mirio finally complained one bright morning. "It's almost Christmas, we should be out there shopping and keeping people safe!"

"Nothing in between?" You asked wryly, sorting through the muted shades of cardstock that you had discovered in a closet. "Which two colors do you want?"

"Oo, red and blue!" Mirio exclaimed, deflating slightly when the only option was a faint cranberry and a blue so light it was nearly white. Tamaki, still slowly working through his morning coffee, silently accepted the faded gold and lavender sheets that Mirio scooted over to him.

Brandishing a pair of scissors, you announced, "we are making decorations today. We only have two pairs of scissors, though. And one roll of tape. So behave yourselves."

Tamaki perked up almost immediately, snagging the second pair of scissors before Mirio could make a move for them. "Paper chain." He mumbled.

"Good call. I'll fold us some stars!" Mirio then grinned at you across the table, holding out his hand. "Can I borrow those scissors, Sunshine?"

…

"Mirio wants to keep people safe," Tamaki said softly later that afternoon, his fingers absently stroking through the sleeping Mirio's hair. You could hardly complain though, as his other hand was busy giving your own scalp a massage.

"I've noticed." You murmured in reply. Poor Mirio would often crash late in the afternoon, his body too used to a schedule that started before sunrise, which allowed you and Tamaki to become accustomed to the quieter evenings. A holiday film played on your work laptop, providing some gentle background noise to punctuate Tamaki's extended pauses. You had come to mind them less and less, knowing that he was always thinking.

"Even in middle school…always. Was a shock to everyone when he didn't graduate, but I guess that's got something to do with what…happened. Back then." Tamaki had a far-away look in his eyes when you gave him a curious glance.

"'Back then'?"

"Something happened towards the end of senior year. Not sure what. He stopped coming to school one day and that was it." Tamaki sighed heavily. "He won't talk about it."

You chewed on your lip, thinking back. You had always been so hellbent on keeping people at arm's length during your time in the Hassaikai, you had never taken an opportunity to really get to know Mirio. And now, it almost felt like it was…too late, in a weird way.

Just then Mirio groaned, the sleeping man stretching and shifting his weight. Tamaki grimaced, trying to adjust. "He's like a pitbull," he complained in an undertone. "His head is so heavy."

You weren't buying it though, teasing, "a burden you're more than happy to bear, I'm sure." Tamaki flushed, glaring at the wall instead of looking at you.

After what had occurred with the League Of Villains, you had easily picked up on more and more instances of Mirio and Tamaki dancing around one another. A look here, a soft smile there…it would have been cute if it wasn't so damn sad. And sure, you were a teeny tiny bit jealous of Tamaki, but not nearly enough to attempt to insert yourself or disrupt their…non-relationship? Situationship. The teasing you did do was lighthearted enough to be easily dismissed; you didn't want them thinking you were some stiff who didn't approve!

Tamaki's hand was abruptly resting on your own, the young man giving it a gentle squeeze. When you glanced up again, he was actually looking at you, in a way that seemed…thoughtful? Like he was mulling over a problem mentally, trying to suss out a solution.

"What's up?" You whispered.

Tamaki just shook his head, returning his attention to that incredibly interesting section of wall.

…

It was greedy.

What he wanted could only be labeled as such in the chiefest sense. Two partners, two individuals, when anyone should be more than content with one! There was no logical way that--he couldn't even ask Tamaki when he had been younger and now you too?! What was wrong with him? Everything in his body was confused, jumbled, screaming about what he didn't deserve and shouldn't have but could have and wanted wanted wanted, wanted so much that it ached.

Togata Mirio was a man of great internal conflict, constantly warring with himself over (what he would label) ridiculous thoughts. The audacity of even being able to rationalize two potential partners had him in absolute torment. Wasn't that cheating? Wasn't it doomed from the start? If he was attracted to two people he must actually not want either, right? But…

But what if he could love both of you?

What if, what if, he could somehow manage to ask both of you to stay with him. Let me protect you, let me help you.

It was in his nature to want to protect. He had shoved the desire down during his time with the Hassaikai, knowing it would do him no good in those less than stellar ranks. Nighteye had seen fit to foster the protective traits in him though, encouraging Mirio to always consider the fallout from his actions.

What if someone is injured from your carelessness, Mirio? One wrong move, and innocent people die.

Protective actions had consequences, just the same as those morally-gray endeavors he had carried out while with Chisaki. The fallout from this particular foray, while maybe not physically devastating, would absolutely destroy him mentally.

But the thinking was driving him insane! What if, taunting him as he watched you laugh at whatever Tamaki was showing you on his phone, as Tamaki then turned to show him the same funny clip. Instead of looking at the screen though, Mirio was captivated by the small grin on Tamaki's face.

Always with this, always zoning out while Tamaki was trying to talk to him or while you were working on your daily assignments and frowning cutely at your computer. It was extremely exasperating and Mirio found himself holing up in the gym more and more. Once Tamaki got his late morning routines out of the way the space was free and clear, so it was here that the blond man ended up spending the majority of his waking hours.

This, however, led to him being absolutely exhausted by the time four thirty rolled around, which was how he had ended up in this predicament: Tamaki's fingers carding carefully through his ungelled hair, your hands wrapped around his scarred forearm while you and Tamaki carried on a whispered conversation over his head.

It was terrifyingly gentle, comforting even. But all Mirio could think of was that it would all come crashing down soon enough.

…

"Okay so I need your help." All in a rush, because you needed to get the words out before you lost your nerve.

Tamaki blinked at you over his mug.

"You don't have to say anything, just listen." You bargained, which garnered you a ponderous nod. "And you can totally ignore this, so don't feel bad."

"Concerning." Tamaki pointed out.

"I know, man, believe me." You sucked in another breath, your nerve about ready to abandon you. "I like you and Mirio. I like being around you and Mirio. I'm happy with this arrangement. B-But I…I feel like I might be getting in the way of your uh. Whatever it is that you guys have."

"We don't-"

"Tamaki please, I'm dumb, not blind. You guys…look, the both of you have great chemistry and it would be a shame for you to not at least try, right?"

A heavy silence settled into the space between the two of you. When Tamaki finally spoke up, his voice was somehow less confident than usual.

"I-I don't know if Mirio…I don't know if he likes guys." He admitted softly, his eyes on the table.

"He may not like guys, but he sure as hell likes you."

"No." Tamaki shook his head, a wistful little smile softening his pensive face. "He likes you. I've seen him look at you, the way he laughs, the way he-"

You interrupted, "The way he lights up when you're around? The way he falls asleep on your lap, the way he makes your coffee and the way he…" Tamaki was blatantly staring at you, and as you stared back at him, things slid together in your mind. "Oh. Shit."

"Oh, shit." Tamaki breathed.

…

The two of you had been avoiding him for three days now. It was Christmas Eve and Mirio was sitting on the weight bench in the gym, fidgeting anxiously. Nothing that he could do seemed to be able to help him shake the feeling of foreboding that hung over him like a dark cloud. All the energy he had spent just left him with lactic acid buildup and more questions than answers.

Treadmill, he decided, getting to his feet.

The treadmill was nice and repetitive. If that didn't shut off his brain, nothing would. Just the treadmill, the miles slowly ticking away, not thinking about you or Tamaki or you and Tamaki or–

With a frustrated growl Mirio flipped the switch and stepped back off the machine. Nothing is working, he realized, the frisson of fear that ran down his spine thoroughly unwelcome. Nothing.

Maybe he could just casually broach the subject? Granted, the idea made his stomach clench with anxiety but if that was his only alternative to this silent torment, he might take his chances.

What if you and Tamaki had decided you wanted to become…more? He had seen the way Tamaki looked at you, the way his piercing eyes softened when he thought no one was watching. Mirio wasn't jealous, not exactly anyhow. If he had to actually label it, he would say what he was feeling was sadness. Regret, even. But if you and Tamaki were happy with each other, that's what was important.

Right?

Mirio shook his head at himself, heading to his room to shower.

…

"Okay so, where do you want your bow?" You asked Tamaki, gesturing high and then low. "Do you want to be sweet and put it on your head, or do you want him to know you'd like to be railed so you put it on your-"

"Why would you say that?!" Tamaki sputtered, hiding his red face in his hands. You certainly were confident! He on the other hand was a massive ball of nerves. He wasn't sure if this plan of yours would work and the waiting was driving him insane.

"Listen you can be shy but you still get to voice your needs and wants here." You reasoned pragmatically, sticking a large bow to the top of his head. "We don't know how he'll react, of course, and this may not be the best course of action, but we might as well rip this bandaid off."

"W-We've been thinking for days now and this is all we could come up with. If we think longer, it'll just never happen." And what an awful thought that was, never knowing for sure. That would almost certainly feel far worse than the momentary embarrassment Tamaki was enduring while you fussed over him.

"I also want you to know," you murmured as you straightened his collar, "that even if it is just you that he wants, I'll still like you."

"Really?"

"Of course! You're kind and sweet, and you take good care of Mirio. He couldn't ask for a better partner, trust me."

His face was going to catch fire. All Tamaki could do was mumble a thank you and try to maintain some semblance of composure. "When should we…?"

"He's in the shower now, so we'll surprise him once he gets out." You smiled up at Tamaki as he carefully placed your bow on the top of your head. "Everything is going to be okay."

…

Mirio stared at himself in the steam-fogged mirror, his visage warped and unfamiliar. It's fine, he told himself sternly. Totally fine.

Maybe you and Tamaki were…

Mirio crushed that thought before it could fully form, shoving away the mental image of Tamaki arching over you, you gifting him with a soft moan, fingernails raking down his back--stop, idiot, stop it. You're just going to hurt your own feelings.

He needed to shake this off. It was probably just a combination of cabin fever and trauma bonding. That's it.

Mirio wrenched open the bathroom door, his mood thoroughly ruined by his runaway imagination. However, everything came to a grinding halt once he entered his bedroom.

Why were you and Tamaki on his bed? Why were you and Tamaki on his bed?! Mirio blinked at the sight in front of him, baffled and wary.

After a few seconds of awkward staring, you gave Tamaki a gentle nudge with your elbow. "Go ahead, Tama."

Tamaki jumped a little, stammering nonsense before he seemed to get a hold of himself. "I-I-I…h-hi Mirio. Um, happy h-holidays." He managed to squeak out, staring at the floor. His fingers worried the hem of his loose sweater, over and under the fabric again and again.

"Happy…holidays." Mirio replied slowly, shooting you a quizzical glance. You, it seemed, were focused on a fascinating bit of carpet. "What's going on, guys? You're both acting kind of strange." He asked bluntly, noting the way Tamaki winced at the question.

"Do you like me?" The black-haired man suddenly blurted out, slapping a hand over his mouth immediately after. Mirio was stunned silent, just staring at his violently-flushing roommate. "W-Well?" Tamaki mumbled around his hand.

"I…well yeah, of course!" Mirio did his best to try for his usual cheery affect, but judging from your reaction clearly neither you nor Tamaki were having any of it. "Of course, Tama." Mirio repeated, a bit softer this time.

"Do you like me?" You asked it this time, and Togata couldn't miss the way your fingers entwined with Tamaki's.

"Sunshine, we went through hell together." Not that you needed reminding! "Yes, I like you."

"He likes both of us, Tamaki." You sounded…relieved? Happy? Excited? Tamaki for his part looked more elated than Mirio had ever seen, almost tripping over himself as he got up.

"S-So you-!" The black-haired man began, grabbing Mirio's hands.

"I…?" Mirio prompted while Tamaki just stood there, shuffling back and forth in place. "I what?"

"Like me. L-Like…us." Tamaki explained haltingly. "We like you too."

"Guys, I don't know if I get whatever is going on here." Mirio murmured, his heart starting to pound in his chest. There's no way.

"We're your presents!" You chirped from his side, and that was when he noticed the bows clinging to your and Tamaki's heads. "If you want us, that is."

If you want us.

Holy shit it's happening.

"I…I do." Mirio whispered. "I…really? Both of you…and me?"

Tamaki was the one who said it this time, "if you'll have us," his hands trembling in Mirio's grip.

Mirio wrapped his friend, roommate, something more in a hug, feeling the heavy sigh Tamaki released against his chest. After a moment, Tamaki ushered you into the embrace. The three of you just held each other silently, then Mirio bumped his forehead into your own.

"If you'll both have me, I think I'd like that." He paused, feeling the mischievous smirk blooming on his face. "I know it's not Christmas yet, but do you guys mind if I…" He plucked the bow off of Tamaki's head. "...unwrap my presents a little early?"

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