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shih-coulda-had-it · 2 years

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Can you do a story well after the yoroi musha break up and the exposing Torino in all that for a undercover or regular mission the pro hero’s are split up into four and somehow yoroi musha gets paired with sakumo nana and his ex 😂 some (nanahiko x sakumo too )and yoroi is like >:c probably jealous idk just thought it would be funny for him to see that his ex doesn’t care anymore about the break up and has moved on while he’s probably having second thoughts

ohhh my god i'm sorry for writing in yoroi musha pov but that's what broke the writing block, so, you get what you get, my dude. quick summary for those who will go 'what on earth is shih doing to torino now' - Gran Torino (mid-30s)/Yoroi Musha (mid-to-late-20s) were in a relationship; YM staged a public break-up for publicity; the Shimuras swooped in to fully integrate Sorahiko into the family, along with Toshinori. AFO is... irrelevant to this situation for now.

wc: 1251 | prev | a/n: I am retconning what I typed in the tags of the previous post. Mr. Shimura is alive and as horny for his wife's best friend as she is. Kotarou is also present in the background.

“Seventh Wonder,” Yamamoto greeted. He took a seat across from her.

“Yoroi Musha,” she replied, ever courteous and graceful. There was a distinct coldness to her manner that Yamamoto admired. Seventh Wonder was more than a decade his senior, partnered with Gran Torino, and Yamamoto had always considered her a consummate professional. He was glad to be working with this particular member of the Sky High Agency.

Gran Torino could be so petty at times.

The mission itself revolved around a raid in a prefecture neighboring Yamanashi - in Shizuoka Prefecture, a villain had appropriated several antiques from the Tokugawa period. The government’s ministry of culture subsequently commissioned Yoroi Musha with the retrieval of the items; he had the training necessary to handle and transport these kinds of valuables.

Why Seventh Wonder had been pulled in, Yamamoto had several guesses.

Yoroi Musha had a history, albeit shallow, with Sky High Agency. Perhaps when they received the call, Gran Torino had chosen a path of discretion and asked his partner to fill in. After all, two-thirds of their three-man team were landlocked.

Speaking of. The Tracker Hero: Wolfheart took point at the head of the table, eyes glittering dark red under the fluorescent lighting of his office. He arranged the table to display a satellite map of their target’s location, a stack of papers listing buyers known to frequent the property, and more papers regarding the antiques’ appearances and preservation protocols if Yoroi Musha was too occupied to assist.

Before Wolfheart settled into his own chair, he looked at Seventh Wonder and asked, “Is Gran Torino not making it?”

“I wasn’t aware he was participating,” said Yamamoto.

“He’ll be there,” Seventh Wonder answered steadily, not even glancing at Yamamoto. “Here, too. He’s just taking care of the kids right now.”

Yamamoto blinked. Kids? Surely Seventh Wonder meant his students, and surely, Gran Torino did not perceive his class as anything more than the functional. Aloud, Yamamoto observed, “School hours have been over for some time now.”

Wolfheart nodded, but it was evidently in acknowledgment of Seventh Wonder’s excuse instead of Yamamoto’s pointed statement. The older pro-hero said, “He should trust Yagi more. Kota’s practically in love with him.”

“That’s because Yagi doesn’t know how to enforce bed-time,” said Seventh Wonder.

“A happy, harmonious babysitting relationship is something to be treasured,” Wolfheart countered, and it became abruptly, terribly clear to Yamamoto that he was missing some inside joke. That Seventh Wonder knew Wolfheart on a personal level, which meant Gran Torino was going to make Yoroi Musha feel like some fourth wheel on a job that was supposed to be easy publicity.

Yamamoto sat stiffly, silently, wondering if Seventh Wonder and Wolfheart knew some aspect of Gran Torino that he’d never been aware of, even though they’d shared spaces for more than a year. Gran Torino wasn’t soft. He didn’t care for children. He was lazy, unambitious, and mean-hearted.

“Should I call him?” asked Wolfheart.

“Who? Gran Torino or Yagi?”

“Torino, of course. Ah, hold on,” and Wolfheart retrieved a cellphone from one of the many pockets lining his flak vest. Its dial tone was a cutesy chirping phrase. Birdsong. From where Yamamoto was sitting, he could see the contact photo: Gran Torino, unmasked, illuminated by the setting sun.

Despite his adherence to tradition and cultural integrity, Yamamoto had bowed to logic at the beginning of his career and asked his manufacturers to ensure he’d still be able to hear things through the thick layers of metal that formed his helmet. He tapped into this quality now, in order to - ascertain the nature of Gran Torino’s relationship to Wolfheart.

“I’m on my way,” said Gran Torino with zero courtesy greetings offered. He sounded tired.

“Are you well? The boys?”

“Watching a movie. Gave Toshinori the reminder that if he gets Kota hopped up on sugar again, he’s on paperwork duty for the rest of the quarter.” A brief pause. “... Do I have to attend the meeting? Can’t you and Nana tell me the details after?”

Lazy, thought Yamamoto, and paid careful attention to the fond exasperation on Wolfheart’s open-book face. Seventh Wonder was peering over the table, inspecting the map. She clearly didn’t mind Wolfheart talking to her partner.

“Not in a way that’ll satisfy you.”

“I’m plenty satisfied by you two,” Gran Torino flirted, and Yamamoto itched to slap his hand on the table and demand that Wolfheart stop being so unprofessional - wait. Yamamoto glanced over at Seventh Wonder and startled back into his armor; she was gazing at him with cool disdain, a dare that read, ‘Say something. I dare you to.’

Wolfheart laughed. The warmth was genuine. The affection was genuine. The flirting was real. “So you say, but nevertheless, you had better hurry. Taiyaki stays hot only for so long.”

“You bought…?”

“A full plate. Yoroi Musha was looking at it earlier.” Conspiratorially, Wolfheart winked at Yamamoto.

He ignored it; he was more invested in what reaction, if there would be a reaction to the news of Yoroi Musha’s presence. Gran Torino disliked emotional vulnerability. That’s what Yamamoto liked about him, when they first started that beneficial relationship (it wasn’t dating, not really). When Yamamoto saw Gran Torino’s floundering response to the dissolution of their life together, Yamamoto had only thought, ‘Well, that’s a touch dramatic.’

It had been logical to step away. Yamamoto consulted no less than three PR managers in the industry about moving his career forward, and they all suggested for him to adopt the role of a chaste, value-driven samurai.

“You called dibs for me, right?”

“Seventh Wonder is fending him off, no worries,” said Wolfheart.

“Good,” Sorahiko sighed. “I’m damn hungry. See you in a bit, Wolf.”

“Safe flight, Gran Torino.”

As the call ended, Seventh Wonder received a text. She grinned as she read the message, nodded at Wolfheart in a knowing manner, and relaxed into her chair. Yamamoto wasn’t sure what to do. Accuse them of engineering an awkward work-place situation? Remark on Wolfheart’s connection to Gran Torino?

“A few minutes more,” said Seventh Wonder.

He grunted in acknowledgment.

(When Gran Torino breezes into the meeting room, Yamamoto finds himself cataloging not the differences in appearance, but the unchanged details. The windswept hair, the unbending posture, the wicked sharp grin as he first greets Seventh Wonder and Wolfheart. For Yoroi Musha, Gran Torino gives a cursory ‘hey’ and sweeps past him, making a beeline for the platter of taiyaki still in the microwave.

Instead of taking the last chair at the table, Gran Torino leans against the table, parking his ass on the corner between Wolfheart and Seventh Wonder. Neither look surprised at this turn of events.

“Hey, can I get a tail,” says Seventh Wonder, and Gran Torino scoffs but obliges. He’d always had a soft spot for his partner.

Wolfheart’s questing fingers bump against an obstacle, thickly-insulated and sunny yellow. Wolfheart looks up at the opaque white lenses of Gran Torino’s domino mask, and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. At first, Yamamoto thinks to tell Wolfheart that it’s futile - Gran Torino has one favorite person, and that is Seventh Wonder.

Then, Gran Torino breaks a pastry in half and passes it over to Wolfheart.

Discipline, Yamamoto reminds himself, stifling the outrage. He draws himself up tall, straightening his spine and squaring his shoulders. Aloud, he says, “If we may proceed with the debrief, Wolfheart.”

Gran Torino crams one immaculate piece of taiyaki into his mouth and nods emphatically.)

#bnha #shimurastorino #musharino #yoroi musha #gran torino #torino sorahiko #shimura nana #stand in name for husbando shimura #shih.txt #asks #838theweirdlow #gran torino get better taste in men challenge (mr shimura excluded)

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quirkwizard · 8 months

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I'm not sure why I made this. I just thought it would be fun to do and now all you have to see the fruits of my labor. So, without further ado, the Pro Hero Parent Tier List. Hope you all enjoy it and try not to take it too seriously.

F Tier: Gran Torino, Recovery Girl, and Yoroi Musha: The simple fact is that these three characters are way too old to be parents. Maybe if this were a grandparent tier list, they'd be higher, but it isn't, so they're all going in the F Tier.

D Tier: Endeavor: Look, do I even need to explain this one? You all know what he did. One of the biggest problems in the story is the result of all the messed up stuff Enji did as a dad. His attempt at redemption was to remove himself from his family. Easy bottom tier.

Nana: While I'm someone who tries to understand Nana's position and decisions in regards to her kid and her role as a "One For All" user, she still didn't seem like a very good parent even when she was around. She herself even admits that, so that is what puts her so low.

Gang Orca: What few interactions we see him having with kids is screaming about their failures and throwing them when he is dissatisfied with their answers. That is bound to cause some trauma later. Like some Pavlovain response when they think of Free Willy.

Hound Dog: He may be a guidance consular that works with kids, implying some understanding of child psychology, but if his first reaction is to yell and growl at any emotional problems in front of him, he probably isn't going to communicate with his own kids.

Thirteen: I get that Thirteen is someone who takes a lot of care and consideration with her power and is quite safe to be around. That being said, I don't think that someone who is at risk of destroying their own child at the atomic level should really be handling children.

C Tier: Edgeshot: There really isn't a lot to say about Edgeshot as we don't get a lot of personality outside of being stoic, which could certainly be an issue for a parent. That being said, being willing to sacrifice yourself for a kid does push him above the bottom of the tier list.

Mount Lady: If we're considering her early in the series, she'd definitely be at the lower tier given how irresponsible and self-centered she is. Though considering her development and how mature she's gotten in general, she barely scrapes by as an average parent.

Kaumi Woods: Kamui Woods is just kind of average. There just isn't a lot going on with him that could give or detract merit from the little hero work he's done. He's here by default. His inability to hug his kids without giving them splinters would certainly be an issue.

Manual: Again, he's average. The most we have is that he seemed to do pretty well with handling Iida's whole situation but didn't seem to notice it in the first place. Otherwise, he's pretty plain. I could see him being the lame dad his kids don't want to talk to or be around.

Miruko: Definite Tiger Mom. She'd be making her kids do all kinds of sports stuff and getting them to exercise all the time. She cares, but she shows it by trying to make her kids excel at what they're doing. Great if they're into that, but I can see it fostering a lot of resentment.

Sir Nighteye: Like Miruko, but at the other end of the spectrum. He would be the kind of dad to make his kid study a lot because that's what he would think would be best for them. Cares and can loosen up when needed, but is emotionally distant most times.

B Tier: Ms. Joke: She is a teacher, meaning she must have some understanding of kids. She'd definitely be the "Fun Mom". She'd always try to keep a smile on her kid's face, even if that meant making terrible mom jokes. Be ready, she has been working on them for years.

Ectoplasm: He seems to be pretty good with kids, but the real clencher is his power. No matter what, he could always be around to be present in his kid's life. And hey, family dynamics are always changing. Who is to say a family can't be just a kid and their thirty-six identical dads?

Ryukyu: She can be hard on herself, but she seems to have a soft spot for children and do well with her wards, given how well they have turned out, being commanding without being harsh. And let's be real: who wouldn't want to have a dragon for a parent? That alone would put her pretty high up here.

Eraserhead: This may be a controversial pick putting him so low, but hear me out. I think Aizawa would try to be a good dad, but he's married to his job, being too tired and absent to really make it work. And did you see what he bought for Eri to wear? What self-respecting father would ever do this his child?

Fourth Kind: A good role model to any kid who tries to foster strong moral foundations and understanding of community in his wards. All around, a pretty stand-up guy to have as a dad. He loses points because punching kids is not a good way to punish them, even if it hurts him more than it hurts them.

Midnight: This could be because I read Vigilantes, but Midnight actually shows quite a few parental traits, like being highly empathic and understanding of those younger than her. Then again, I can only imagine the kind of teasing and general awkwardness that would come from having the R-Rated Heroine as a mom.

A Tier: All Might: If we're counting him without "One For All", otherwise he'd be working too much to be a dad, I think that he'd be a parent. If his students are anything to go by, he'd be a pretty effective parent. We can also tell that he plays favorites with his kids, and that knocks off a few points.

Present Mic: This may be a surprise pick, but I can see him doing pretty well as a parent. He can be the fun, comic dad that plays with his kids and can get on their level, but he can instantly go into serious mode if he needs to. The fact that he can do both so well, which you kind of need as a parent, puts him pretty high on the list.

Best Jeanist: Another stand-up guy, just trying to be a good role model and look amazing while doing it. I mean, the guy had an actual positive impact on early series Bakugou. That has got to count for something. Probably has all kinds of weirdly good life advice if you can understand fashion metaphors.

Rock Lock: One of the few real parents on this list, Rock Lock just seems like a responsible parent. He did try to call out the kids for being on missions, but he was kind of right in that regard and just looking out for them. Probably try to keep his kid from doing stupid stuff. He'd be a good, but restrictive father.

Hawks: Like Present Mic, I could see Hawks being a chill dad who doesn't seem to know what's going on but actually knows everything that happens and always has one eye open when it comes to his kids. He'll give his kids their freedom, but he's going to be there to catch and guide them when they really need him.

S Tier: Mandalay: Another one of the few real parents here, and one with a pretty bad hand. Mandalay not only had to take over as a guardian out of nowhere but had to do it with a heavily traumatized child while trying to lead a team as a pro-hero. The fact that she seems to be doing as well as she is puts her this high without question.

Fat Gum: No one should be surprised that Fat Gum is this high. He's super protective without being overbearing, tries to instill valuable lessons to make them develop, and does his best to encourage his wards to be the best they could be. And could you imagine him giving hugs? That would make any problem vanish.

Tensei: Tensei is just such a good guy. He's a good role model and leader for his team without it being detrimental. He knew Koichi for about a day and he was able to understand Koichi and tried to set him up for success. Imagine how well he'd do with his own kid. Plus, he's an older brother. That's like a being a parent with training wheels.

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socially-anxious-wizard · 5 months

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Consider: Mina having her work study with Midnight instead of Yoroi Musha.

(plus my own sexuality headcanons for the gals.)

#socially anxious wizard #my hero academia #bnha #nemuri kayama #mina ashido #midnight #aroace midnight #bisexual midnight #cupioromantic mina ashido

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bisexual-queenie · 7 months

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Could you please post some Mha Pro Heroes head canons. By pros I mean the current pros.

Of course! Im super happy I got this ask!

(Trigger warning: A very small mention of a cult, but its not explicit)

All of nationality headcannons:

Mic: Half Japanese Half Italian

Edgeshot: Half Japanese Half Thai

Nighteye: Half Japanese Half Vietnamese

Miruko: Half Japanese Half Dominican

Mount Lady: Half Japanese Half Swedish

Present Mic, Edgeshot, and Nighteye are neurodivergent (ADHD, ADD, and Autistic respectively).

The Lurkers have a groupchat that was supposed to be for professional uses only, however it soon became so much more chaotic in a matter of minutes. People think Edgeshot, being the leader and all, created it, but it was actually Kamui (bless his heart by thinking it was gonna be professional). Edgeshot and Mount Lady quickly filled the chat with as much chaos as they could muster in 5 minutes.

Present Mic remembers every pro hero’s birthday, and you bet your ass he throws them the most spectacular birthday party ever (and by spectacular I mean the party fits what that hero is most comfortable with. If the hero in question doesn’t like huge elaborate parties, the party is more quiet and private. If the hero is a known party animal, then the room quickly becomes an elaborate house party)

Edgeshot and Ryukyuu know how to professionally throat sing. (Listen to “Genesis” by Otyken as a reference thats where I got this one lmao)

Some headconnons regarding pronouns and sexuality! (Please note these are no way cannon whatsoever, but rather something my brain think about a lot)

All Might: Cis Male — He/Him (Bi)

Eraserhead: Cis Male — He/Him (Gay)

Present Mic: Genderfluid — He/She/They (Bi)

Midnight: AFAB NB — She/They (Pan)

Ingenium (Tensei): AMAB NB — He/They (Bi)

Nighteye: Trans Man — He/Him (Gay)

Mount Lady: Cis Female — She/Her (Bi)

Kamui Woods: Cis Male — He/Him (Straight but such a wonderful ally. Would definitely hand out water at pride parades)

Edgeshot: AFAB NB — They/Them (Pan)

Best Jeanist: Cis Male — He/Him (Gay) (But like, he still could care less about gender, he identifies as a cis guy but trancends gender at the same time, y’know?)

Gang Orca: AMAB NB —They/Them (Gay) (In his words: “Orcas dont need genders”)

Miruko: Cis Female — She/Her (Lesbian)

Hawks: Cis Male — He/Him (Bi) (Never really put much thought into his identity, but is a huge supporter if everyone else in his usual nonchalant way)

Endeavor: Cis Male — He/Him (Straight) (I wholeheartedly think he doesn’t really understand, and thinks he is trying, but sometimes doesn’t show correctly, you know what I mean?)

Fat Gum: Cis Male —He/Him (Straight Ally all the way! He’s the one parading everyone around at pride event, wearing pride merch and making food for everyone)

Ryukyuu: Trans Female — She/Her (Lesbian)

(Please tell me if I used the correct terminology or not)

Nighteye can play the piano like a pro.

Present Mic loves playing the acoustic guitar. Hes THAT guy at a campfire.

While there is the obvious romatic relationships I adore (Erasermic, Edgejeanist, Nightmight, Kamui x Mount Lady, etc.), there are so many cute scenarios for platonic relationships

Eraserhead and Edgeshot being frenemies but caring for eachother so dearly.

Edgeshot and Ryukyuu BROTP

Gang Orca thinking they are the third wheel for Edgejeanist, but little do they know they consider them to be their “third”.

Lurkers being super close with one another

All Might caring for every pro hero like a mother hen

Nighteye and Midnight having gossip sessions

Miruko and Hawks BROTP #2

Ok, possibly the weirdest one yet: Yoroi Musha (the elderly hero, former number 9 hero) is Edgeshot’s adopted dad. (I saw it in a fic once and fell in love with it).

- The story (in my head) goes that Edgeshot was born and raised in a cult in rural Japan, and then one day when they were like 10 the comune gets raided after a tip was given, and Yoroi Musha led the raid. His eyes fell into a young, malnourished, and terrified Edgeshot and was like “they’re my child now” (This is the super simplified version, and Im super intrested in writing this!)

All Might considers Gran Torino to be his father figure. As a result, Nighteye considered him to be his father in law. Gran Torino wishes he can deny this, but at this point he cannot.

Last but not least! Eri, once she gets comfortable enough, considers every pro hero to be her aunt/uncle/somewhere in between.

Thank you @dragonspiritxx for the wonderful ask! I hope you like this!

Hopefully everyone else will to! I haven’t posted anything MHA related since I graduated high school back in May and started college as well, so Im glad Im back in the groove!

#bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #im not tagging everyone who appears #just the ones who appear frequently #edgeshot #kamihara shinya #shinya kamihara #present mic #yamada hizashi #hizashi yamada #sir nighteye #sasaki mirai #mirai sasaki #erasermic #edgejeanist #nightmight #pro heroes

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deusvervewrites · 2 months

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Apprentices: I had a two odd trains of thought. Given the Yaoyorozu fortune, they could easily pay a top ranking hero to teach Momo to be a hero. Yet despite this, they presumably don't send her an internship offer, possibly due to doing relatively poorly during the Sports Festival, leaving her to intern with Uwabami instead of someone more confident.

A hero with somewhat dubious morals who is focused on attention and fame... Sounds kinda like Yoroi Musha to me.

You make an excellent point.

#asks #apprentices au

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pocketramblr · 9 months

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If you're still taking asks, what about an AU where Mt. Lady has One For All?

Trying and trying to figure out how to manage Mt. Lady as Toshi's successor before realizing that I don't have to. That's not what the ask said!

1- OfA has often been passed to just whoever is around with the highest chance of not being evil, and so Banjo passed it to a fellow pro hero Tenyuu, who was just faster getting to him than En here. Tenyuu gave it to a sidekick Ricochet, and she gave it to a vigilante named Wayz, and they gave it to a hero named Magara, and she gave it a hero intern student Yū.

2- Yū was from a pretty small hero school and interning in a rural town, which is where Magara was trying to hide from AfO's notice. You may have noticed Toshinori isn't in that lineup of holders, so the commercial aspect looks a little different from canon and Yū is looking at it more like Uraraka- a license so she can use her quirk in other ways to make money. Moving cows for instance and whatever else that little smash comic had her doing idk.

3- and now she's got a target on her back from AfO, so Magara tells her to get help from old heroes- they'll know more and can help her. Yū didn't sign up for this, but girl isn't a quitter! She's vain and petty when it's not serious, but she knows when it's important. She's going down fighting, if at all! So she reaches out to the oldest hero she knows, Yoroi Musha, who reaches out to a few other old heroes including RG and Torino and they piece some info about AfO together for her.

4- Yū plays off the new strength as a side effect. She has to be very strong to lift and move her own body when it's gigantic and heavy, so when she shrinks and has less to carry she can move faster and punch harder. That's a lie, but it explains enough to buy her time on getting as much info and proof about AfO as she can before he pinpoints her as the next holder. When he does, she's ready, and the older heroes she had helping her release the info to the media as Yū grows to a hundred times her own size and strength and steps on AfO with every drop of OfA in her. It's rather gruesome, but also thorough, and as footage of that spreads with all the evidence that AfO did actually exist, and what connections could be found, it's a few crazy days. The HPSC does a cleaning of bugs and moles, and then invites Yū in to congratulate her.

5- she's only eighteen at the time, and they present to her an idea of a hero ranking, herself at the top. They really want to Mockingjay her, including already having a planned romance with Hawks, her age and just perfect isn't it? Yū hums, then asks if they think she's stupid just because she's young or blonde or both. She knows she's worth so much more than what they'd give her, even if she thinks the ranking might revitalize the hero industry and they could certainly use the numbers now. They can go ahead and give her the crown, but she isn't going to be their doll. Besides, she has AfO's secrets and was the one to decide they needed to be revealed after decades and decades. Do the HPSC think she doesn't have theirs, or are they just hoping she'll never think it's time for them to own up to it? (She's bluffing. She's bluffing so hard, but she can put on a show, and she did just turn AfO into jam, so. It works.) The HPSC smartly backs out while they can and thanks her for her continued work in the field. On her way out, she sends a thank you message to the heroes who helped her, and decides to look around the city for where she wants to set up her own agency, since she's got a bigger budget for it than she originally thought.

#pocket talks to people #deusverve #ask game

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fantasyqueen502 · 9 months

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Spider Samurai

Author's note: Just a spider woman idea I had to get out. I do not know Japanese so please feel free to correct me.

Summary: Y/N aka Spider Samurai coming across a villain from another dimension and a certain leader of a spider society. Story idea that most likely has grammatical errors. Let me know. Feel free to comment, like, and enjoy.

Rated: PG-13

Angst, talks of suicide (Seppuku), murder, fighting, and serious injury.

Quick drawing of Spider Samurai done by myself in procreate.

ニューヨーク

Nyūyōku

(New York)

"This world is mine to rule, and mine alone!"

The Avenger clan fights valiantly to adjust their greatest nemesis, Doctor Doom, whose silver Yoroi is dull from battle. America Sensei (Captain America), Tetsujin (Ironman), Kuro-Kumo (Black Widow), and Kumo onna-musha (Spider Samurai).

"We need to drain him." Kuro-Kumo breathes red streaks on her black armor coming from her shoulder.

"What do you think we’re doing?" Tetsujin scoffs at his armored suit, sparking the thrusters in his feet to turn off.

"Tony, can your suit siphon his energy?"

"Yes, but the bastard took out my thrusters. I’m grounded."

"We can draw his attacks and lure his lightning bolts." Kumo onna-musha plans aloud.

"They're lightning bolts," the redhead says, pointing out the group bracing for a current strike right beside them.

"We need a constant current." America Sensei says, changing out her web canisters and staring at her wrists.

"Like the time Electro fried my web shooters. I web Doom and Gloom and shoot a web to Tony. Constant current." She brainstorms.

"With a squishy human as a buffer."

"Out of the question!"

"I don’t hear any other ideas."

"This isn’t like electro! He was a newbie, Doom..." his breath hitched. "...he will kill you."

"It’s the only option we have," she swallows. A moment of silence. All is quiet. "Love you guys," she says, zipping into the trees and making her way to Doctor Doom, leapfrogging over his shoulder. He grumbles angrily, shooting lightning bolts from his metal fingers.

"Damn you!" he bellows. "Just die." extending his arm to her, she stands still. The tingle in the air fighting against her spider sense to move out of the way.

"I thought we had something Doomy." She cocks her head. Waiting for the right moment. Blue light blinds the clearing. Shooting her web onto his hand, the electricity crawled up her web. Shooting a web at Tony’s chest plate. Her body went stiff, and her teeth clenched as her body shook from thousands upon thousands of volts. Traveling from Doom through her body to the Tetsujin suit. The flickering light suddenly shines brighter. Doom lets out a pained exclamation, his body crumbling from his powers leaving him. A scream leaves her throat, the heat of her suit, her yoroi burning.

"Unfortunately, we are not able to have visitors today." America Sensei bows with a sad smile to the small group of citizens. The entire steps of the Avenger castle were covered in flowers, well wishes, thanks, and prayers for Kumo onna-musha.

"We just wanted to assure Kumo onna-musha good health." The woman meekly looked at the old man beside her.

"My daughter and I lived in Nyūyōku for eight generations, and thanks to you, we have plenty more," he smiles. Holding up a sack. "It fell from the sky, and where it landed, the food has been bountiful; mixed with tea, it heals any sickness; applied, it heals all wounds, even wounds that are reversible."

"My father was blind until we added the miracle to his tea."

"We had the best doctors, but I thank you for the thought."

"Please take it at least." He takes his hands and places the sack in his hands. "You’ve protected us this long; let us protect you."

"It's nothing of this world." Tony says, inspecting a piece of meteorite with black goo leaking from it.

"Is it safe?"

"It's not of this world, so I don't know."

"So it could help her or kill her."

"She's already suffering, Steve."

"I want more tests."

"On what? We don't have months to test this on rats and guinea pigs."

"So we're gonna treat Y/N, our sister, as a guinea pig."

"Shut up, you two!" Natasha growls. With an arm full of bloody gauze.

"How is she?"

"She's been complaining of not being able to breathe." She blinks the tears away. "The physician had to split the burned skin and muscle in her neck and chest, constricting her."

"Let's ask her." Tony says. "Lay out everything and let her decide." He shrugs.

"Hey kid." Steve smiles, training his face not to wince at the sight of the pink tendons and muscles on display around her throat.

"I'm (Your age)… old man." She grumbles, making the group chuckle.

"We got something to tell you."

"I'm so tired." Her eyelids droop.

"I know, and I'll make it quick."

"There's this alien goo from a meteorite that can help you."

"But it could make things worse; we don't know."

"If I don't take it," She whimpered as she swallowed painfully. "Will I get better?" She asks. Steven looks more toward Tony than Natasha, who steadies her expression.

"The physician says you'll have an extremely long road to recovery."

"And if I take the alien goo," She starts. "Could I die?"

"Yes." Steve nods, biting his lips to stop the sobs.

"It's your decision."

"I'll take the goo." She lets the tears fall.

They all support the decision. Boiling the meteorite in water, drawing out the black goo, and pouring it for tea. Helping her sip a fullcup,p they wait. The first night since the battle with Doom, she slept without pain.

She awakes covered in blood. She looked at a clawed arm around America Sensei's throat, his eyes cloudy as his body hung limply. She gasps, letting him go, looking at her hand clawed and sharp. Looking at all the bodies of her friends. Her family.

Leaving. She walks until she can't go any more. Taking off her armor and placing her helmet on the ground, she took out her sword and looked at the reflection. A long, faint scar divided her face.

"No!"

"I must." She swallows the reflection flickering to a monster with many teeth. "I have to." She steadyed her breath, gripping her sword, extending her arms above her head, and aiming her blade at her gut. A portal opens, then everything goes black.

Waking up on a cot, she hissed, her lips pulling in distaste.

"Easy." A male voice cooed as she sat up, her head drooping. She looks around, eyes scawled, wondering if this was a dream.

"The voice." She whispers, her eyes landing on a man standing in the doorway of the room.

"The symbiote, venom its name is, wasn't from your dimension."

She looks at him, having no idea what he is talking about.

"Sym---" she tries to repeat.

"The voice." He simplifies. "The goo that healed your wounds."

She nods in understanding now. "Why--"

"Sounds weaken it to be able to capture and contain."

"--did you stop me?" She growls, her eyes filled with fury.

"I am a disgrace. I murdered my friends, my family I----" the flashes of their bodies, her monstrous reflection in the pools of blood. Crawling for the edge of the cot, she fell onto the floor. The pain that shot through her shoulder from her injured arm never had the time to heal on its own. The walls closed in on her hands, holding the sides of her head as she wailed. "I killed them, I killed them, why would I kill my family? I should be dead; why did you stop me?" she slurs one line are broken by heaving breaths and sobs. Lunging for a fork on a tray of old food. Going for her throat, the prongs go no further. A large fist gripping her arm the other pinning her body to a hard body.

"No." The man grunts, tightening his clawed thumb and pinching a nerve in her wrist, and drops the utensil. "Lyla!" He barks.

"Way ahead of ya'."

A patch on her arm blinks blue, and her body goes limp the form cluttering to the floor. With a sigh, lifting her legs, her head hanging over his arm.

She stares at a diploma framed on the wall. Dr. Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, PHD, having read the name a couple of times.

Eyes darting at the reflection in the glass of Dr. Friendly lowering from the ceiling upside down, slowly flipping his body into his seat.

"I'm Dr. Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman." He nods.

"Y/N, Kumo onna-musha, Spider Samurai." She introduces it with a slight bow.

"Make yourself comfortable."

"You must be, Y/N?" A pregnant woman eyes her.

"Seems like everyone knows me." She chuckles humorlessly.

"Heard about the Seppuku." The man next to her with a funny accent.

"Hobie!" She scolds.

"Samurai live and die by their individual moral code. That's sick, bruv. Mad respect." He holds out a fist, which she flinches at.

Staring at it, he waits. "You hit it?'

"Hit what?"

"My fist. It's a code for awesomely cool blokes and misses like us. Now hit it." He explains. She slaps the top of it with furrowed brows.

"Against the norm, I like you." He nods, leaning back with respect.

"Ignore him. Hopefully he'll get bored and go away." She scolds. "That's Hobie, aka Spider Punk."

"Wassup." He up nods.

"Jessica Drew, Spider Woman."

"You're pregnant."

"What?" She asks with furrowed brows.

Y/N freezes, eyes wide. "I'm so, so sorry. I just thought—I mean, I mean, I assumed—I, I." She stops at the woman's cackling.

"I'm just messing with you." She wipes a tear from her eye.

"Brutal." Hobie comments. "Good one, Jess."

"You think I'm bad; get used to it when you meet the others. Quip and joke central. C'mon, we're here to give you the grand tour."

"Your…what?"

"To be apart of something greater. To not be alone. Everything you've been through, we all have in some capacity."

"We?"

"This is gonna be fun." Hobie chuckles now, casually walking on the ceiling. Slamming his fist onto a button on the wall. Giant door opening, shielding her eyes from the blinding light. Adjusting to the sight of people walking in all directions, she looked left, right, above, and below at everyone with a spider symbol that matched her own.

It's been quiet in the dorms, cafeteria, and training room. Those who have introduced themselves to her were warm and kind.

Jessica and Hobie.

Everyone else keeps their distance once word gets around. Whispers and mutters as if she's a rabid animal that could get agitated at any moment. Waiting in line, picking up the metal tray, trying to ignore the side eyes and the not-so-subtle moving away from her.

"You must be new. Haven't seen you here before." The lunch spider lady smiles.

"Yeah, been here for almost—" she trails off, seeing another spider lunch person leaning over. It didn't take long for the friendly smile to fade into fear.

"What do you want?" She says rather coldly.

"What would you recommend?"

"Just pick something."

She blinks a couple of times at the hushed muttering. Looking to see a pair of spider people whispering and pointing at Y/N.

"Yes, hi. Just to get everyone on the same page, I, Y/N, killed the Avengers in my dimension. The people called me Jorōgumo. So tell the kiddies to check their closets and under their beds." She cackles.

"Is this funny to you?"

"She eyes him up and down."

"No, of course not." She shakes her head. "It's historical." She laughs. "And they didn't even put up a fight as I snapped the—" she finds herself on the floor. A throbbing in her cheek and the room spinning. "That's all you got?" She wheezes. Struggling to her knees than to her feet. She got slapped by one and punched in the gut, sending her to the ground.

"That's enough!" A voice barks as the crowd of spiders disperses. A shadow looms over her, watching a pair of blue feet than hands take her arms. "Get your hands off me!" She screams out of his grip, unfortunately falling back onto the ground. Groaning, she stifles her cries, getting to her feet with the squeak of sneakers as she leaves the cafeteria.

"She was instigating confrontation. What the hell was she thinking?"

"It's a punishment." Jess sighs. "Y/N was in the middle of her seppuku after the death of her family."

"It wasn't her; how many times do we have to tell her?"

"Put yourself in her shoes. You wouldn't forgive yourself for having any hand in killing your family." She refers to suddenly realizing, "Sorry." She quickly apologizes.

"No, no." He shakes his head. "Where is she?"

Y/N opens the door with bandages on her brow and a split cheek. Miguel stands there as Y/N looks around, not knowing what to do or say.

"Hi," she says.

"Hi,"

"You wanna come in and arrest me?" she scoffs.

"What makes you say that?" He steps inside, closing the door behind him.

"You're not very good at this."

"No." He agrees. "Being a leader that people depend on, I try my best."

"What are you doing now?"

"My best." He answers by placing a block on her table: an orange hologram display of a little league girls soccer game.

Blue vs. Yellow

The shouts from the crowd. The feed zooms in on a girl on the blue team as a goalie. Six or seven years old with a look of determination. Upon catching the ball, the crowd erupts in cheers. She looks more at the video then at 2099, who shows no emotions. The video cuts to the girl happily holding up a trophy, panning out to her sitting on the shoulders of Miguel. Smile as bright and wide as it looked odd, never seeing it in person.

"In my original dimension, I had a wife and a daughter, Gabriela." He starts with a distant look in his eyes. "I lost them. In a moment of weakness, I searched for another dimension where their Miguel died, and I took his place."

Videos of dinner, soccer games, first days of school, and birthdays. She couldn't help, but smile along with the past Miguel.

"You look..." she trails off, not knowing if she should say it or not.

"Happy." He answers for her.

She nods.

"I was," he adds. "Then the incursion happened. The complete and utter collapse of that world, erasing everyone and everything."

She watches in horror at the screaming citizens and 2099 running away from the dissolving world with Gabriela in his arms. "Daddy." She calls weakly. "I don't feel so good." She whimpers, dissolving into his arms. "Because of me." He ends the video.

"I know the guilt and anguish of being responsible for the deaths of loved ones."

"I know it must have been…difficult telling that to a stranger. My family didn't know. I was hurt pretty bad, they found this goo. It helped. Than the voices started. I used to think it was another being or someone else speaking to me, but…it was myself. The more bold I became, the more violent I became. It took me until recently to release the voice that was me. Venom just became something to blame. My family they saw and they knew and tried to save me, but I didn't want venom to go." taking a breath. "Because I knew without it, I would be left with myself, and I couldn’t accept how ratchet, evil, and disgusting I really am." She cries, steadying her breath and standing tall. "Not once did my clan call me any ill names. They believed I could still be saved."

"Don’t let their memory of you die in vain." his words whispered kindly. "There’s a place for you if you want it." He holds out a wrist watch, a more reliable and permanent dimension jumper than the flimsy wrist band she had been given.

Training with a bunch of spider people using her sword and new yoroi. Webbing between enemies legs sliding and taking down the band of training spider people. A for effort, she praises giving everyone a pat on the shoulder.

"Gold star for everyone!" Peter B. Parker announced, with a sticker book. "Courtesy of Mayday." He adds. "Even Y/N." He smiles, placing a star on her chest. Mayday squeals, her chubby hands and face covered in gold stickies. "Loud and clear, Ms. Y/N gets all the stars." Peter nods in agreement. "Thank you, Mayday." She nuzzles her nose with the babe as she sticks a star on her forehead and cheeks.

"You headed to the cafeteria?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm starving."

"You're gonna love the new menu item." He chuckles to himself.

At the cafeteria, she browsed the board of items. She giggles at the "NEW LIMITED TIME!!!" Burger. She orders two of the new menu items: two fries and two chocolate shakes, and she thwips off.

The west side of the headquarters is the housing complex where spiders rest or even live, not having a dimension of their own to go to. Finding the right door using a key, she zips inside. Turning around, wrinkling her nose at the musky smell and filthy apartment. Dropping the food on the table, cleaning up the apartment, opening up the windows, and letting in some light and fresh air.

Shaking a can of Febreze, spraying almost the entire can. Flipping from the ceiling to the floor. Resting the bag and drinks on the table, mumbling to herself when the drinks had split in the bag. After saving the shakes and food, she goes to wash their hands.

The sound of shuffling from the bedroom sounds, looking up to see the boss man himself.

"Morning." Migaul yawns, showing off his fangs and stretching his arms over his head. Y/N made sure to sneak a glance at his V-line from his low-hanging sweatpants. "I swear I'm gonna take those rags and burn them."

"I'll burn them when you stop stealing my new ones." He answers coyly, giving her butt a pinch. She slapped his hand.

"I can't help it if they look better on me." She reasons. "It's afternoon, actually." She corrected drying her hands.

Checking his watch with furrowed brows. "How did I sleep in?"

"Maybe you set your alarms for the pm instead of the am," she shrugs, setting the plates nonchalantly. "Common mistake." She gives a smile. He glares at her, taking a seat and scooting up the chair. "You've been running on fumes and need a recharge and refuel," she lists, innocently batting their lashes. "C'mon." She kicks the leg of the chair across from them.

"I hate fast food," he grumbles.

"Tough, I don't know what to cook with protein powder," she quips, sipping their milkshake.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Been sitting on that comeback for how long?" he chuckles.

"Like..." Y/N trails off "...a week." The crackling perks his ears as she unwraps a burger. "You wanna know something, boss man?"

"No, but my spidey sense tells me you're going to tell me anyway."

"You're very tasty."

He furrows his brow, believing he has heard you wrong. He fully turns his head and unconsciously exhales a breathy chuckle. Seeing them hold up a burger with a blue bun and red peppers from his mask markings "Look at the fins!" Plucking one of the four red peppers sticking out of the burger. "They got your arm fins," she said, inspecting the pepper before popping it into her mouth.

"I’m glad you find this amusing. I have dozens of spider people to send out for the anomalies that could be causing havoc as we speak."

"All taken care of," she says through her mouthful. "You leave notes and dates for everything. Jess and I took care of it." Finishing the burger, licking the trails of ketchup and mayonnaise from her hands. Now it was his turn to steal a glance. Her little kitten licks of white condiment. He had to shake his head to free his mind of the erotic images.

He steals a fry from her wrapper plate. She makes a sound of annoyance. "You have your own!"

"But yours tastes so much better."

He swipes another, scampering onto the table to his surprise, reaching for the fry he held over his head and out of her reach, causing the chair to fall and the two of them to fall flat.

"You’re so annoying!"

"Thank you. For taking care of stuff."

"We only have one of you, ninedy-nine," she smirked. He leans up to capture her lips, but they quickly push off of him. Forcing the air from his chest. "You stink; go shower, brush your teeth, and eat your lunch before it gets cold," she commands

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader #Spider Samurai

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underratedmhapoll · 8 months

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Match 11 - Equipped Hero: Yoroi Musha VS Humarise Leader: Flect Turn

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #underrated mha poll #polls #underrated poll 5 #yoroi musha #flect turn

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epickiya722 · 11 months

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Character Ask: Yoroi Musha

For a second I was "who in the heck is that" and then I remembered "Oh, Pro Hero".

Now, I don't know much about his character and there is so little to him (the most I do know is that he shares his VA with Rock Lock), but I'm gonna do my best here!

1: Sexuality headcanon

Hmmm... asexual. I headcanon that he has been married once before and did love his wife very much, he didn't marry again though after her passing.

2: OTP

Well, really don't have one for this guy.

3: BROTP

I can see him and Gran Torino having that "I hate you, but I guess I will work with you" kind of bond. Like they get along well, but also get on each other's nerves.

4: NOTP

Really don't have one for him, but I definitely don't want him shipped with the kids, that's for sure.

5: First headcanon that pops into my head

His favorite passtimes are spending early to late mornings outdoors (he loves butterflies) and watching musicals.

6: Favorite line from this character

Hm... don't really have a particular one.

7: One way in which I relate to this character

Well, here's one BNHA character I have anything in common with!

8: Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

His whole retirement scene is just... oooh, it did break my heart and gave me an urge to break my phone because it was such a harsh reminder that there are Heroes in it for the fame and glory.

9: Cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

He's a neither for me. I don't hate him, but he's not a fave for me either.

Send Me a Character...

#kiya answers #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #yoroi musha

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battydora · 9 months

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𔓘 whatever i've done...

i did it for love (midnight, shimura, crust, hawks, stars and stripes, lady nagant, wash)

i did it for fun (mirko, fatgum, present mic, ms. joke, ryukyuu)

couldn't get enough (endeavor, eraserhead, sir nighteye)

i did it for fame (yoroi musha, mt. lady)

but never for money (all might, best jeanist, edgeshot, inkope, ingenium, kamui woods)

heroes ver. / students ver. / villains ver.

#[ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ] ≫boat’s safe zone #had this in drafts for a while #personal opinion don't start growling #this is unspecific so interpret it however you want :)<3 #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia oc #my hero academia oc #bnha #mha #bnha oc #mha oc #pro heroes

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shih-coulda-had-it · 10 months

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Fastest heroes in the East au- would Gran Torino be proud of the hero that Hawks became?

short answer? It's complicated, because on the one hand, Hawks was a good kid who grew up to be a good adult, and he's not in the industry for fame or material gain. On the other hand, Hawks is everything that All Might is to the Commission, which is to say: he's the pale, tiny imitation of Toshinori, and Gran Torino will always regret not doing more to pull him out.

on matters of Commission-sanctioned murder: Gran Torino can justify killing to save. not an area to criticize Hawks for.

long answer? wc: 1044, and it's in Hawks pov, post-Kamino Ward (I'll say a few days after Torino forbade Toshinori from chasing after Shigaraki.)

Years have passed since Hawks has met with the old man and Yagi. The impromptu lunches and thinly-disguised field trips (training trips, Torino insisted, and Yagi had made such a face that meal, Hawks laughed until his sides hurt) stopped with the conclusion of Torino’s tutelage. If Gran Torino ever made an overture to meet Hawks outside of the HPSC’s contract, Hawks never heard nor saw it.

Honestly speaking, the last Hawks even noticed Gran Torino was a note about his license renewal. There are a few elderly pro-heroes still in the game, but he thinks it’s pretty notable that Gran Torino hasn’t broken a hip or whatever, considering he doesn’t have the security of Yoroi Musha’s armor or the untouchable reputation of Recovery Girl’s career.

Well. Until now.

Hawks doesn’t know how he missed the fact that Yagi was All Might. He doesn’t particularly like that the Commission thought to gloss over Gran Torino’s presence at Kamino Ward either, when they informed him about All for One’s arrest and the multiple hospitalizations.

He smiles his way past the first level of security and ducks past the second, sending his smaller feathers through the hospital’s floorplan to search for Yagi or Torino. His larger feathers still need to grow out after the last mission.

It’s difficult, sifting through the noise of patients and doctors and nurses and technological beeps just to find one person, but Hawks spent long hours as a child playing Torino’s version of hide-and-seek. So the only obstacles in his path are the well-meaning, starry-eyed workers when they catch a glimpse of Hawks wandering their halls.

A finger lifted to his lips and a conspiratorial wink perform wonders in not raising a fuss, at least.

The quiet, even-paced breathing, paired with the familiar low muttering of an old man. As a courtesy, Hawks bumps the feather into the general vicinity of Torino’s face. This earns him a spluttering, “What now?”

Hawks grins. He quickens his approach and finds the door, gives it a brisk rap of his knuckles and lets himself in. And as an afterthought, he starts reeling in the other feathers. (Yagi--All Might--must be somewhere around, but he’s not as talkative as Torino.)

“Torino-sensei, hey,” he says brightly. He shuts the door behind him and leans against the frame.

The room is small and unadorned with any get-well cards or flowers. It’s a lonely cold place, and its only inhabitant is clearly planning an exit. Cane on the bed, already outfitted in a simple button-down and jeans… All the old man needs are his boots, and to unwrap the strips of gauze tied around his head.

“Hawks,” Torino responds in a voice more like gravel than the solid bedrock he remembers. “Been a while.”

“Only a handful of years, really.”

“Long enough. You finally stop wearing Endeavor merch? Todoroki should be lurking around here somewhere; he’s more ready to demand answers from All Might than the Commission.” Torino busies himself with yanking on a pair of beaten-up cowboy boots, the leather scuffed with the years of careless handling, but he manages to give Hawks the side-eye anyway.

“I’m not here for them,” says Hawks, stung.

“Oh. Just to check in on your old teacher?”

“Can you blame me? I saw a clip of you getting punched in the face by All Might.”

Torino scowls. “They got me on video?”

“That’s your concern?” Younger men would have clocked out for the rest of that fight. Though the capture had been pixelated to all hell in addition to being shaky, the size of that yellow blur could have been very few people. Hawks had to double-check the casualty lists before the relief flooded back into him.

“I hate leaving proof for the Commission,” says Torino moodily, and he finishes with the boots and moves on to the bandage. He picks at the clean white edge, trying to loosen it.

“Proof,” Hawks echoes. This earns him another annoying side-eye. “Torino-sensei, why the cold reception of your best student? Or I guess, second-best student. Man, I can’t believe Yagi-nii was actually All Might…”

“The constant pushing of free limited-edition of All Might merch didn’t clue you in?”

“He said he was the secretary!”

The resulting snort barely rebalances the atmosphere between them, but fortunately, it seems like Torino is willing to talk. “Do you want a congratulations? I always knew you were going to make it as a pro-hero. Dealing with your own agency at eighteen though,” he clicks his tongue, “I wouldn’t have advised it.”

“What was Yagi-nii doing at eighteen?”

“Getting his ass kicked.”

Hawks laughs at the succinct deflection. “I believe that. He always looked so horrified when you brought up ‘training.’ You must have gone easy on me.”

“You weren’t even in junior high. I’ve got limits,” says Torino dryly.

“Sure.” The bandages are removed, folded into a neat bundle, and then placed on the thin pillow. Gran Torino levers himself off the bed with a grunt; the cane’s end clacks against the linoleum floor, somehow steady in spite of the lack of a rubber cap. “But you took the job. And don’t tell me it was for the money.”

“Alright, I won’t.”

Clack, clack, clack goes the cane. The distance between them closes, and the difference between their positions widens. His stomach turns over on itself to see Gran Torino shorter, thinner, older. Hawks remembers his teacher’s cape being tall enough to duck under.

When had he crossed that line, the one telling Torino that he was a charge before a student, and a student before an investment of the Commission?

He grins to paper over his discomfort--a Gran Torino lesson more than one of the Commission’s, to smile in spite of everything, not that Gran Torino seemed to practice it. “Are you really gonna give the doctors the slip?”

“Nothing else needs healing.”

“It’ll be easier with an accomplice,” says Hawks, innocent.

Torino eyes him. “Is this for the Commission,” he pronounces deliberately, “or you?”

The grin stays on, but it’s starting to ache. True to his education, Hawks dodges the point-blank question and offers instead, “How long’s it been, Torino-sensei? Can I treat you to some fresh taiyaki?”

“... Alright then, Hawks. Let’s get out of here.”

#bnha #hawks #takami keigo #gran torino #torino sorahiko #shih.txt #fastest heroes in the east au #asks #anon #are you guys ever like 'bro i asked a yes or no question;#i appreciate the ficlet but would it kill you to clarify'#anyways. hawks is clued into ofa like half a year early #while he is foundationally an endeavor simp #he WAS practically raised in ofa #by which i mean torino carried over nana's smiling thing #and toshinori was doing his level best to indulge this unofficial baby brother

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