#young inko midoriya

[mirigold-mayflowers]

Hey, y’all! Here’s my take on teen vigilante!Inko Midoriya! Hope you all enjoy!

(Zoom in on her tattoos under the cut)

#mha fanart #my hero academia #my art #my artwork #mha #i spent way too much time on this #inko midoriya #vigilante #vigilante Inko Midoriya #young Inko Midoriya #bamf Inko Midoriya #punk Inko Midoriya #teenage dirtbag!inko Midoriya

[red-sneakers]

Bakugou Mitsuki and Midoriya Inko best friends and the biggest bkdk shippers out there? 👀 It’s more likely than you think

Chapter 4 is UP! 😎

Thank you so much for the incredible comments and kudos! I’m blown away and so so happy you’re enjoying the romcom shenanigans

#bkdk #bakudeku #dkbk #dekubaku #bkdk fanfic #ggymyb #go get your man young bakugou #bakugou mitsuki #midoriya inko #bkdk fic rec

[dark-elf-writes]

I was thinking about your Pretty Young Thing AU and started wondering: While Oboro has a great group of friends does anyone dislike the age gap? Is he called a MILF Hunter in a mean way? Is Inko scorned for getting with a rich young man? I’m assuming when they get more serious he helps her divorce Hisashi, does this happen and how does he react? (Does Inko lose friends *cough*Mitsuki*cough* over this? Does she get shunned by the hospital?!)

Oh god imagine the media.

… also agreeing seeing your post on IiDeku: I would love to point out the opportunity for childhood friends to lovers IiDeku here.

You caught me right on an upswing of energy that came out of nowhere so I apologize if this gets out of hand.

In Oboro’s immediate circle everyone is pretty chill. He gets some side eyes from some of the other heroes. Endeavor once made a snide comment but got quiet real quick when Oboro asked how much older he was than his wife. I can see there being mostly an issue because Inko is older than Oboro as heroics is, unfortunately, a pretty male heavy industry to be in so while taking a younger wife/lover is seen as normal a man having an older woman for a partner would cause some raised eyebrows. Considering I see adult Oboro as well over six foot and jacked with heavy scarring (and probably pretty high up in rankings tbh. I could see him at least in the top fifty) no one is bold enough to say anything to his face for the most part. Particularly after he cuts the “locker room talk” real short and may or may not come home with busted knuckles once or twice.

But Inko, poor sweet Inko.

After the first pictures leak of the two of them together while she’s at work, her coworkers start talking behind her back. “Isn’t she married?” “Have you seen his face?” “No wonder her husband left her.” And she’s not blind, okay. She knows that there’s a type that men like Oboro tend to chase after and it’s not her. She’s short, has packed on a few pounds between late shifts and being a single mom, and while she sees herself as pretty she’s no model. Still, those first words he said to her ring in her ears whenever she starts to doubt. “I think that’s my choice, yeah?” And he chose her. Time and time again, he came back and proved that he loved her and that he was happy with her. That he wanted to be a part of her family.

So she keeps her head high and tries not to let the whispers get to her. She does love her job, works herself to the bone even after getting with Oboro, so she tries not to pay any mind to the hisses of “gold digger” sink in either. Oboro chose her, respected her, loved her and at the end of the day that was all that mattered.

(It hurt, however, when Mitsuki pulled away. “You couldn’t even get divorced first?” She asked as if Inko’s husband hadn’t put the entire globe between them and left her with the barest scraps of a savings account that she had never put his name on and a one bedroom apartment to raise their child. As if she hadn’t had to hold Izuku as they cried year after year when Hisashi ‘forgot’ to call for birthdays or Christmas. As if she hadn’t slept on a couch for years so Izuku could have the bedroom until she saved up enough to rent them their two bedroom. Inko had been single in every way but in a court of law for years and she thought the woman who was her best friend would be happy that she had finally found someone who cared in the way Hisashi never had.)

The media storm was initially terrible but through a few favors and a possible deal with the devil (Oboro agreeing to also teach at UA) it was silenced ruthlessly. Hizashi alone was responsible for the end of no less than fifteen journalists’ careers and Nezu sunk so many gossip rags and talk shows that he is the Macbeth of the industry. No one dares speak his name lest they summon his wrath.

But for Hisashi?

He had all but forgotten his wife and kid. Had moved on. They weren’t his problem. Inko could handle it. After all, he was the man of the house. Of course he should be out making them money. Never mind that he never sent any of that money back home, never mind that he hadn’t so much as thought his wife’s name in years, never mind that he brought plenty of other women to bed and had sold his wedding ring for a new watch.

Then he gets served divorce papers and his perfect little fantasy shatters around him.

Inko didn’t want him anymore. Didn’t need him. And when he finally found the right number for her after dozens of calls that were definitely jacking up his phone bill a man answered.

“Shirakumo residence.”

“I want to talk to my wife”

“Who?”

“Midoriya. Inko.”

“Oh I think you mean my future wife.”

Needless to say Hisashi ended up throwing his phone at a wall and Oboro gained an enemy for life. Not that he cares. He has Izuku hanging off of his arm as they chattered away about a cat they saw with Uncle Shou when they were walking back from the park and Inko laughing with Nemuri in the kitchen over glasses of wine. He has his family, all of it, close at hand.

(And years down the line when Izuku comes to him and Inko to tell them about their “new boyfriend” that Oboro has watched them slowly fall in love with over the last nine or so years he also has five hundred yen of Tensei’s hard earned paycheck and the knowledge that his kid is going to end up just as happy as Oboro is.)

#the elf talks #mha #bnha #pretty young thing au #oboro shirakumo #inko midoriya #it did in fact get out of hand #also I’ve made so many iideku posts recently I have no idea which one it was #but also yes #I love this au so much okay

[itsupermanti]

My Hero Superman AU; Reign of the Multiversal Supermen by @itsupermanti, Part 7 Superwoman; Galactic Maiden

(Artwork from Superwoman Vol 1, #2)

Ochaco(voiceover as the Fortress of Solitude is shown from the outside): My name is Ochaco Uraraka, I was the hero-in-training “the Gravity Hero, Uravity”, but now I have a new title…

Ochaco(as she is shown in her new red and white Superwoman costume alongside her boyfriend and daughter with looks of shock on their faces): My boyfriend is Izuku, the new Superman, Man of Tomorrow, and our daughter Eri is Supergirl, Girl of Steel, so now I’m Superwoman, Galactic Maiden!

Ochaco(as the rest of Izuku’s family is shown): We’ve been dealing with otherworldly visitors, most of them unfriendly, some of them fellow heroes who just want to get home, but this one…

Ochaco(as Clark Kent/SupermanTAS is shown still smiling as the sun sets behind him): He just feels…Truly “Super”, like he’ll help anyone, no matter what universe he’s in…

Hisashi(walking up to Clark and accepting Clark’s handshake): I’m Hisashi Midoriya, the Superman of this Earth, how did you know who I was?

Clark(smirking): I’m an investigative journalist on my Earth, and I kept a low profile when I arrived.

Clark(once he and Hisashi stopped shaking hands): I started investigating the new world I found myself in, and when I realized that the Superman here was from Japan, I started investigating and learned of Hisashi Midoriya, a reporter who joined Musutafu News shortly before Superman appeared.

Clark(with the others paying him close attention): I learned that you were from a small town called “Smallville”, just like I was, so I headed to your hometown, found your family’s farm and meet your father, Josuke, who told me about the kind of person you are.

Izuku(speaking up): Jon told us about you!

Izuku(with Clark turning to him in shock): He said that his dad’s human name was “Clark Kent” and that he was the Superman before him!

Clark(surprise visible on his face): You met my son?

Eri: Him and his Uncle Conner Kent, your clone brother.

Clark(understanding): They were probably from a different Earth than mine, my Jon is barely a month old, and I don’t have a brother, clone or otherwise.

Inko(finishing tying up the unconscious Thragg with her lasso): Regardless, thanks for your help.

Inko(noticing Clark looking at her weirdly): What?

Clark(shaking his head): Nothing, it’s just even though you don’t look like her, you remind me a bit of my wife Lois, with some bits of my friend Diana.

Inko(as All Might drapes Thragg over his shoulder like a sack): Is she a reporter who strives to uncover the truth as well?

Clark(crossing his arms with a chuckle): Looks like somethings are just a multiversal constant…

Thor(hugging Hyperion): It is truly great to see you once again Marcus!

Marcus(patting Thor on the back): You too big guy!

Marcus(glancing at Mjolnir and Thor’s arm): I see you got your arm and hammer back.

Thor(smiling): Indeed!

Thor(losing his smile): Although another has come forth with your name.

Thor(as Hyperion pays him close attention): A group calling themselves, “The Squadron Supreme of AMERICA”…

Thor(turning to Sentry): And last I recall, you were finally able to pass on after a battle against Knull, the King in Black. Jane even told me that she helped your soul ascend to Valhalla…

Bob(shrugging his shoulders): I’m just as confused as you are.

Bob(looking at his own hands): I remember finally passing on, but then I saw a bright light and I found myself in a physical body in the middle of the streets in Japan.

EDenki(walking up): The portal also turned me into my energy form, not sure why though…

Blossom(flying in and addressing EDenki): Apparently something called a Motherbox malfunctioned and opened those portals.

IzukuCW(hand on his chin): But why only people like us?

HisashiKC(walking up): Some other force must be at play here, but what?

Ochaco(overhearing them): Something tells me that we might not like the answer to that…

Later, inside the Fortress;

Goku(looking at a restrained Thragg within a holding cell): You sure this will hold him?

Hisashi(addressing his friend and fellow alien): Yeah, it’s able to hold a Saiyan like you and Vegeta, for a little while anyways…

Hisashi(as Thragg tries to fly at them): Sure they can adapt like you…

As soon as Thragg is about to make contact with the barrier, an array of ultrasonic speakers go off, disrupting Thragg’s concentration due his sensitive Viltrumite ears, and bringing him to his knees.

Hisashi(as the speakers turn off and Thragg glares at them): But their ears are more sensitive to accommodate for their flight.

Hisashi(turning to his friend): And while they can take more punishment for a longer time than you can, they can’t match your power output.

Goku(arms crossed): I don’t know, I can take quite a beating…

Hisashi(smirking): Because you push yourself past the pain, they can take more physical damage before they start going down.

Hisashi(as they walk away from a scowling Thragg): In simple terms, they’re tanks while you and Vegeta and bombers. You can cause more damage than them, but go down easier.

Goku(scratching his nose): I guess that’s accurate…

Hisashi: At least in your base forms, your other forms let you take more damage, at the cost of your stamina.

Hisashi(turning to his friend): Except for Ultra-Instinct, how’s that going for you by the way?

Goku(grinning): I managed to figure it out, thanks for training me in Torquasm-Rao by the way, it really helped get me into the state of mind I needed.

Hisashi: Anything for a friend.

Goku(as they walk into the lobby and they see Eri with Brightburn and Krypto): You know, we should probably have you over for dinner sometime, I know Chichi would love to have you guys over again, and I just know that Izuku and Eri would get along great with Gohan and Pan.

Goku(smirking): Goten’s even a big Superboy fan.

Hisashi(smiling): Maybe after this is all over.

Meanwhile;

Dr Garaki is shown opening another pod within his hidden lab.

Dr Garaki(addressing the young man who has exited the pod): Welcome back…

Dr Garaki(smiling vindictively): Tomura Shigiraki.

The young man lifts his head to reveal the chapped visage of the League of Villains’ current leader. His light blue hair parting to reveal his red eyes.

Shigiraki(once he has fully exited the pod in nothing but a skin tight pair of leggings): Was the procedure successful?

Rokuro walks in wearing a new black and yellow costume with glowing yellow lines throughout, a red lightning bolt on his chest and a full helmet, acting much calmer then he had previously.

Zoom(his voice distorted by his helmet): Why don’t you tell us?

Shigiraki(raising a brow): Who’s he?

Dr Garaki(waving him off): Another one of our experiments, now how do you feel?

Tomura looks down and briefly clenches his right fist. Energy starts to gather in his fist, much like it does with Denki’s lightning as Shazam.

Shigiraki(grinning like the madman he is): Yes…

Shigiraki(proceeding to easily lift the pod he emerged from with one hand): I can feel it.

Shigiraki(as he crushes the pod with his new strength): This strength, it’s exciting!

Shigiraki(as he starts hovering off the ground as his eyes glow with energy): THE POWER OF THE GODS IS MINE TO WIELD!!!

Dr Garaki(grinning madly): Superboy is your cousin, and Wonder Woman your aunt…

Dr Garaki: You’re able to unlock the same power as them, you just need the right trigger to awaken it, in this case the various energy manipulation quirks the Master left for you.

Shigiraki(smirking darkly): With this cheat code, I’ll finally be able to take out the series of boss levels that is the Justice League and their brats!

Zoom(scowling under his helmet): Just leave the Flashes to me. I have unfinished business with them…

Unknown to the villains within the lab, they had been overheard by a worried Toga.

Toga(eyes wide): This is bad…

Shigiraki(as Toga sneaks away from the door): I HAVE to test this new power against my cousin’s!

Shigiraki(turning to Garaki): WHERE IS HE?!?!?!

Re-Destro(walking in without his armor): They’re likely at Superman’s Fortress in the Arctic Circle. It likely contains some technology to help them send the otherworldly visitors back.

Shigiraki(confused): Huh?

Cyborg SM(walking in): You have been undergoing that process for quite a while now, much as happened…

Cyborg SM(smirking as Shigiraki turns to him): Let us fill you in…

Back at the Fortress;

Mei(flying into the main lobby with her Steel suit): WE FIGURED IT OUT!!!

Ochaco(looking up from talking with a shy Brandon Breyer): Really?!

David(running in): We need the Flashes’ help!

Tenya(racing up to them with Tensei and Jay): With what?

Melissa(flying in on the Cosmic Rod): The Speedforce is the key!

Jay(realizing what they mean): Of course, Our vibrational frequency!

David(grinning): Exactly! The Speedforce allows you to vibrate at different frequencies using your speed, so you should all be able to vibrate and match the frequency of other Earths!

SMR-5 walks in carrying what appears to be a specialized treadmill in over his head, with wires draped over his shoulders.

Mei(excitedly): We built this special baby to channel the vibrations you create when you run to open portals across space and time!

Tensei(with his hand on his chin in thought): There were times that as I was running, it looked as if time was rewinding, but I just assumed that it was because I was moving so fast that it looked like I got where I was heading before I seemingly left.

Tenya(eyes wide and waving his hands around): YOU MEAN YOU ACCIDENTALLY TRAVELED BACK IN TIME WITHOUT REALIZING?!?!?! WE COULD TIME TRAVEL THIS WHOLE TIME?!?!?!

SMR-5(having set everything up): I have already scanned the subjects’ various vibrational frequencies and have inputted them into the treadmill’s controls.

Mellisa(as the others join them): All you have to do is run as fast as you have to to match the frequency and open the portal, before using the controls to switch to the next one.

Ochaco(voiceover, smiling): Things might finally be coming to a close!

Meanwhile;

Shigiraki is seen flying towards the Arctic with a legion of Nomus behind him, and a mad grin on his face, wearing a new black and white armor, reminiscent of Superman’s suit, with the “S” on his chest and a red cape(think New 52 Superman armor in the black and white, with t he red cape).

Re-Destro(over the comms): I still highly advise AGAINST this! The alien technology within that Fortress’ defenses are far beyond anything you could possibly dream of!

Shigiraki(cockily): I have the power of the gods now, along with various quirks to boost it! I’ll easily turn their defenses to dust!

Re-Destro(worried): But those defenses are Kryptonian!

Shigiraki(annoyed): What part of “godly might” didn’t you get? I’m more than a match for Superboy now!

Re-Destro: But Superboy is half-alien, half-demigod, but you’re still half-human! No amount of quirks will be able to make up the difference!

Shigiraki(angrily as he starts glowing with more power): OH YEAH?!?!?! JUST WATCH ME!!!

Shigiraki then proceeds to fly faster, unbothered by the heat he is radiating as he nears his destination.

Back at the Fortress;

Tenya(stepping onto the treadmill): So I just have to run?

Mei(giving him a thumbs up): Yeah, but you need to be channeling the Speedforce for this to work.

Tenya(nodding his head in acknowledgment): Got it.

Stargirl: And make sure not to slow down! Otherwise…

Tenya(confused as he was about to place his helmet on): “Otherwise” what?

David(climbing into his Stripe mech): Otherwise, you’ll trip and be launched into the wall behind you with the relative force of a rail gun…

Tenya(nervously placing his helmet on): …Got it…

Tenya(channeling the Speedforce as lightning glows in his eyes): Now or never…

Tenya starts running on the treadmill, his arms and legs becoming blurs with lightning as he runs.

Soon, sparks start jumping off the treadmill, before a series of portals start opening before them.

Ochaco(seeing the portals open up): It’s working!

Suddenly, alarms start going off.

Supreme(looking up in alarm): What now?!

A live feed of the front door is shown.

Shigiraki(banging against the door with all his might, not even leaving a scratch): GET OUT HERE, SUPERBOY!!!

Izuku(stunned): Tenko?!

Clark(confused): You know him?

Ochaco(explaining): He’s actually Izuku’s cousin who was brainwashed by a villain into becoming his successor.

Inko(regretfully): Sadly, since he was raised by that “monster” from a young age, he despises heroes with all his being…

Shigiraki throws an energy charged punch, causing various systems throughout the fortress to go haywire.

Batman(seeing the lights flicker): I have a bad feeling about this…

Suddenly, Homelander comes flying in, eyes burning with anger as his shackles turned off, his face still bruised from the beating his received earlier, followed by Paragon and the Viltrumites.

Homelander(missing a few teeth): BRING IT YOU LITTLE-

Homelander is immediately knocked straight into one of the portals by Aquaman who proceeds to jump after him.

Clark(catching Thragg’s sloppy punch): Let’s take this elsewhere.

Thragg(enraged): LIKE HELL I’LL DO WHAT YOU S-

Clark(throwing him into another portal): I wasn’t asking…

IzukuCW(as Clark flies after Thragg): Go, we’ll deal with him!

Tensei(pulling his cowl on, turning to Brandon): Let’s go!

Ochaco(seeing Izuku punch Paragon into another portal): You better come back in one piece!

Superman(smirking at her): Of course I will.

Ochaco and Izuku fly into separate portals, just as Denki flies out the doors, clotheslining Shigiraki mid punch.

Shigiraki(getting back up): WHERE IS SUPERBOY?!?!?!

Shazam(hovering down): You just missed him…

Eradicator(wearing a new costume as he and the other Supermen and Black Adam hover down besides him): Will we suffice?

Shigiraki simply gets up with a smirk on his face as he starts letting off more energy.

Shigiraki(now looking like a human star): Bring it…

Meanwhile;

Ochaco, Tensei and Brandon come out and of the portal they entered and end up on a destroyed farm, with wreckage from a plane crash.

Brightburn(clutching his head as he starts hearing the alien voice again): AAAAHHHH!!!

Flash(grabbing Brightburn): Find the ship and destroy it!

Flash(taking off with multiple sonic booms): I’LL KEEP HIM BUSY!!!

Superwoman immediately heads to the wreckage of the barn and starts pushing the wreckage aside.

Elsewhere, on Mark and Ethan’s Earth;

Clark is shown wailing away at Thragg, easily knocking away any Viltrumites who would try to interfere.

Clark(blasting Thragg away with heat vision): You’re outmatched!

Thragg(trying to power through the beam): SAYS YO-

Thragg finds himself cutoff by Supreme flying out of the portal alongside Invincible and Omniman as he gets clocked across the face!

On Homelander’s Earth;

Aquaman came out the portal into what appeared to be a lab of some sort, with a large group of people looking at him and the bloodied Homelander on the floor.

A person with an eagle shaped shield charging what appears to be an attack from his chest turns to him in confusion.

Before the man could say anything, Orin charges and jabs his face with the butt of his trident, immediately knocking him out, causing his attack to fade out.

British man in a trench coat(scowling as his eyes glow): Great! Another bloody supes!

The British man fires his own beams at Orin’s face, leaving him shrouded in smoke.

Once the smoke cleared, Orin is shown to be unfazed and with a look of annoyance on his face.

Aquaman(annoyed as everyone looks at him in shock): You done?

Aquaman(walking up and grabbing a groaning Homelander by his neck): Good!

On the Utopian and Paragon’s Earth;

Izuku finds himself fighting off an army of super-powered “heroes” as Paragon watches and gloats.

Paragon(smiling sadistically): So much for being the son of your Earth’s strongest heroes!

The young Superman let’s off a large blast of telekinetic energy, blasting everyone off of him as he charges at the young Sampson.

Superman(grabbing his opponent by his collar): You were saying?

Back at the Fortress of Solitude;

The remaining Justice League members easily intercept their counterparts of the Crime Syndicate and threw them into the portal leading to Earth 3.

Tenya slows down a bit, causing the portal to close before they could come back out.

Tenya(turning towards the sound of Shigiraki fighting Denki and the others): We have to hurry!

Steel(holding a bag as she flies towards the portal to Homelander’s Earth): Don’t worry, there’s just one thing we need to do!

Steel(grabbing Jay before he could join the fight against Shigiraki): I’ll need your help Mr. Old timer!

Steel(giving the bag she was holding to Jay): I need to run through the portal and set all of these off across the globe!

Jay(pulling out a small gas grenade): What is this?

Steel(explaining): It’s a special gas baby we designed to render the chemical baby we found in Homelander inert, you’ll have to release across the entire the globe in order to ensure that no one ever gets powers like him again.

Jay(taking off through the portal): Got it little lady!

Back on the Breyer farm;

Superwoman moves a large piece of rubble aside and finally finds the ship transmitting the voice to Brandon.

Superwoman(jumping down next to the ship): Finally.

Superwoman(using her powers to lift it up): Don’t worry Brandon, this will all be over soon…

Meanwhile;

Flash(running across the country at near lightspeed as Brightburn tries to struggle out of his grip): C’MON KID!!! I SAID WE’D HELP YOU!!!

Brightburn(trying to punch Tensei across the face only for him to vibrate): TAKE THE WORLD!!!

Brightburn manages to escape Tensei’s hold as they cross the ocean and reach Russia, when he starts clutching the sides of his head in agony.

Brightburn receives new orders from the ship as he takes off back towards the barn.

Flash(running after him while using his comm): SUPERWOMAN!!! HE’S HEADING YOUR WAY!!!

Superwoman(taking off into space): Time to end this nightmare!

We cut to Izuku as he easily overpowers Paragon’s telekinetics with his own.

Superman(blocking one of Brandon’s crosses): You know this isn’t really you…

Superman(punching Brandon hard enough to knock some teeth out): But you tried to kill my daughter…

Superman(as Brandon holds his jaw in pain): So all bets are currently off.

As Izuku continues to battle Brandon as the gathered forces of Brandon’s “army” watches in shock, a bearded man in a gray and red suit watches with interest as his own nephew is easily matched by this strange young man with an “S” on his chest.

This is the “hero” Brainwave, the Utopian’s younger brother, Walter Sampson, and Brandon’s uncle who had secretly manipulated his own nephew’s mind for his own goals.

Walter(smirking at Izuku’s display of power): It seems that I’ve found a new puppet with strings to pull…

On Invincible’s Earth;

As the battle against the Viltrumites rages on, the other heroes of the Mark’s Earth, the Guardians of the Globe, and Invincible Inc. join the fray, with Mark’s daughter, Terra and his younger brother, Oliver, initially stunned at the sight of Nolan as Omniman, before Mark quickly claims that he’ll explain later.

Clark finds himself actually being pushed back by the combined might of Thragg and Conquest, with various rips and tears appearing across his costume.

Thragg(mockingly as he throws a punch with his remaining left hand): Even with my handicap…

Thragg(as he punches Clark through several buildings): I’M MORE THAN A MATCH FOR YOU!!!

Conquest(grabbing the groaning Clark be the neck as he pulls him out of the rubble): So much for being your Earth’s strongest hero…

Conquest(voiceover as Shigiraki is shown matching Denki, Hisashi and Goku’s blows, with the other Superman counterparts picking themselves up from the onslaught of magical attacks): We’re the products of countless millennia of evolution!

Thragg(as Mjolnir is shown laying in a crater, it’s wielder embedded within the side of a mountain): WE ARE SUPERIOR TO YOU!!!

Conquest(as Homelander is shown punching Aquaman out of the building their were in, just as Jay comes rushing out of the portal and Mei delivers a swing of her hammer that pushes John back): WE NEVER TIRE!!!

Thragg(as Ochaco is shown carrying Brightburn’s ship into space with Brandon rapidly gaining on her, his eyes glowing): WE WILL NEVER REST!!!

Conquest(as Brainwave hovers down to Izuku, who turns to him in confusion after knocking Paragon into a mountain): WE HAVE NO WEAKNESSES!!!

Thragg(as Brainwave use his powers to make Izuku relive all the humiliation he went through before awakening his Kryptonian heritage making him scream, Ochaco is shown being hit by Brightburn’s heat-vision, Homelander rips Mei’s hammer out of her hands, and Hisashi is hit with a blast of divine power, as Thragg grabs Clark and throws him to the ground with enough force to cause an Earthquake felt around the world, making everyone stop their fighting): UNLIKE YOU!!!

Thragg(hovering down as the dust settles): Your faith makes you weak! You’ll never truly be our equals!

Shigiraki is shown easily knocking back the pros who attempted to help Hisashi, including Inko, Mina and Eri, before he spots Tenya running on the treadmill.

Tenya(seeing Shigiraki making his way towards him): If anyone can hear me…

Tenya(as a new portal opens up and a mop of green hair is shown): We could really use a miracle right now!

Walter(gazing into Izuku’s mind): Interesting, you’re far stronger than my pathetic brother and my gullible nephew…

Walter(as Izuku screams louder): You’ll make a fine tool to achieve my goals, all you need to do…

Walter(as he starts trapping Izuku’s consciousness in his memory of nearly dying to the sludge villain): IS SUBMIT!!!

However, before Walter could finish constructing the psychic room to trap him, Izuku remembers Ochaco and Eri’s faces and the eyes of his past self in his memory glow as he blasts Brainwave back, breaking the mental prison!

Walter(being pushed back in the real world): IMPOSSIBLE!!!

Superman(panting from the pain he felt): Now*pant*you’re*gasp*getting it…

The young demigod gets up and starts walking towards Brainwave, who attempts to trap Izuku in other painful memories, only for Izuku to shatter the construct prisons as he continues walking!

Superman(eyes glowing as he looks Walter in the eyes): I AM the impossible!

As Shigiraki draws closer to Tenya, a figure leaps out of the newly formed portal and kicks Shigiraki back, before landing in a crouch in between them.

Shigiraki(enraged): WHO DARES?!?!?!

The figure stands up, showing that they are wearing a black cloak, with a red jacket underneath with a symbol of a phoenix on it.

The figure then pulls down their hood to reveal…

Tenya(shocked by the familiar face): Midoriya?!

Mina+Denki(seeing her brother’s face with green hair): IZUKU?!?!?!

Bakugo(stunned): Deku?…

Hisashi(noticing that there’s something different about this Izuku): Something’s off about him…

Shigiraki(letting off a bigger burst of energy): GREAT!!! ANOTHER SUPERBOY FOR ME TO BURN TO A CRISP!!!

Izuku?(speaking up with a smirk): The only one who’ll end up burned is you!

Shigiraki(narrowing his eyes): Oh please, your hair’s green, which means you’re not a Kryptonian and therefore powerless to stop me!

Izuku?(pulling out a golden flip phone with a stylized “M” on it, flipping it open and pressing a button on its side to make the screen flip around and reveal a glowing red gem): I’m far from powerless…I’m more of a mage who fights for Love and Peace.

Dr Fate(getting up and sensing a powerful source of magic): There’s a mighty magic coming from him!

Supergirl(gazing upon her father’s doppelgänger in curiosity): What makes you different from MY Papa?

Izuku?(pressing 1-0-7 into the phone’s keypad): Holy saints! Grant me the power of magic!

Inko(thinking in confusion): He’s invoking the Holy Saint?

Izuku?(crossing his right hand with the phone in front of his left arm): Maho Henshin!

Izuku?(swinging his arms around before pointing the red gem up to the sky): Maagi, Magi, Magiiro!

Shigiraki(irritated as he rockets towards him): I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU DO!!!

Maagi, Magi, Magiiro!

An unknown voice calls out the spell Izuku just uttered, causing a glyph to appear and a flaming figure to manifest and stop Shigiraki mid charge, as the spell takes affect.

Izuku(spinning before striking a pose as everyone looks at him in shock): The Burning Fire Element!

Izuku(as fire appears behind him): The Red Mage! Mystic MagiRed!

All Might(staring in amazement): Incredible…

Shigiraki(getting back with a scowl): BRING IT YOU RED PUNK!!!

MagiRed(pulling out the staff from his waist before flipping it around as the hilt turns into a double edged blade): MagiStick Sword!

MagiRed(charging at Shigiraki): Bring it!

We cut to Ochaco, who recovers from the blast of heat-vision by mimicking Izuku’s personal field trick.

Superwoman(gritting her teeth): I can’t give up now!

Superwoman(taking off towards the sun faster than Brightburn could keep up with): A CHILD’S HAPPINESS IS DEPENDING ON ME!!!

Mei manages to tackle Homelander out of the building with her suit’s boosters, causing him to realize that he’s starting to feel weak, as Aquaman intercepts him on top a vortex of water with his trident!

Thragg gazed down upon the rubble Clark was thrown into, a smug smile on his face, until the rubble starts shifting and Clark’s voice is heard…

Clark(from within the rubble): You think your SO special?…

Clark(as the larger pieces of rubble start moving and the dust in the area starts to gather into a hurricane): I seen so many others like you…

Clark(as Thragg catches a glimpses of Clark’s glowing red eyes through the dust): Monsters who like to tear people down in order to show off how strong they are…

Conquests races towards Clark and delivers a strong left hook, only for Clark to be unfazed by the hit.

SupermanTAS(crossing his arms as Conquest pulls back his right fist and prepares another punch): Me? I’m a different story…

SupermanTAS(as Conquest punches with his robotic right arm, shattering it against Clark’s head): I feel like I live in a world made of cardboard…

SupermanTAS(backhanding Conquest hard enough to dislocate his jaw and knock some teeth out): ALWAYS taking constant care to NEVER break something…

SupermanTAS(as he walks towards Thragg as Conquest smashes through several buildings before succumbing to unconsciousness): Break SOMEONE…

SupermanTAS(looking Thragg in the eyes): But you’re a different story, aren’t you…

SupermanTAS(catching Thragg’s fast left hook with his right hand): “Big man”?

Superman(punching through Walter’s telekinetic field like it was made of paper): This is what you wanted, isn’t it?!

Superman(walking towards Walter as the latter’s eyes widen in shock): What we have here is a rare opportunity…

SupermanTAS(approaching an enraged Thragg after having punched him through 10 buildings): For me to cut loose…

Superman+SupermanTAS(as they both face their respective opponents, their eyes glowing): And show you just how powerful I really am…

(Cue “Alive” by Brandon Yates)

Your last mistake's been made

Izuku delivers devastating punch that results in Walter bleeding from a cut on his forehead.

you're on a fast track to an early grave

Clark charges towards Thragg at high speeds.

and now you're never gonna get away

The Kryptonian delivers a punch strong enough to make the air vibrate from the impact, before Thragg is launched back like a bullet fired from a rail gun!

it's time to face consequences you can't escape

MagiRed meets Shigiraki and begins delivering slashes from his sword.

watch me come alive

Shigiraki is left stunned by the fact that he can actually FEEL the slashes, and he is knocked back.

and burn so bright you better shield your eyes

MagiRed(seeing Shigiraki’s shocked face): How do you like my flame magic?

i swear I'll watch you die

Aquaman backhands Homelander across the face, knocking him to the ground!

it should come as no surprise

Homelander gets back up and attempts to blast his heat-vision only for it to cut off mid charge.

when i end your life

Homelander(looking at his hands in shock with realization): What’s happening to me? I’m losing my powers!

watch me come alive

Steel(recalling her hammer as she lands besides them): THAT would be my antidote.

I'm done holding back

Steel(as Jay is shown running across the country, releasing canisters of the colorless and odorless gas as he goes): Flash is currently releasing it across the entire country.

this is my full on attack

Steel(smirking through her helmet at Homelander’s stunned face): By morning, the gas will spread across the globe, rendering that fancy chemical permanently useless on EVERYONE.

watch me come alive

Homelander(preparing to charge them): I’ll kill-

watch me come alive

Steel(pointing at the lenses on her helmet): By the way, I’ve been broadcasting this entire “fight”, wonder how the world would react to seeing a “hero” threaten a little girl?

before it all cuts to black

Homelander(mustering what little strength he still has): I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!!! YOU’RE BOTH DEAD!!!

choked out there's no hope now

Homelander proceeded to get his behind handed to him in a way that is not suited for general audiences…Much to The Boys’ shock and Billy Butcher’s twisted enjoyment…

I'm 2 steps ahead, and you're 6 feet down

Soooo yeeeeaaahhh, let’s go check on Clark!

you thought it'd go the other way but no

Clark(punching Thragg above the clouds with an uppercut): Not so fun getting a taste of your own medicine, is it?!

just keep on screaming out from under that epitaph you wrote

Atom Eve(eyes widening as the clouds part with every punch thrown from Superman, before turning to her husband): Okay, who is that?!

your last mistake's been made

Invincible(as they finish dealing with the remaining Viltrumites, turning to his wife with a grin): A friend…

fast track to an early grave

Ochaco gets as close to the Sun as she can, before repelling the ship in her grasp towards the star as fast as she can, shooting it like a rail gun.

never gonna get away,

Brightburn attempts to fly past her, but she grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him away with all her might.

it's time to face consequences you can't escape

Superwoman(struggling to hold the struggling child): JUST!A!LITTLE!MORE!!!

watch me come alive

The ship final stops transmitting it’s message as it finally melts into burning slag, causing Brandon to cease his struggling as he regains control and starts crying.

and burn so bright you better shield your eyes

Superwoman(hugging the crying child close, comforting him much like she did her daughter when they rescued her): Don’t worry Brandon…

i swear I'll watch you die

Superwoman(remembering Eri’s own tears of happiness after being adopted and shown love): Everything’s going to be fine!

it should come as no surprise

Shigiraki orders his Nomus to start attacking MagiRed, but the helmeted warrior simply cuts through them as his blade catches fire.

when i end your life

MagiRed(putting away his sword as boxing gloves appear on his hands): MAGI PUNCH!!!

watch me come alive

MagiRed begins punching the Nomus away with flaming punches that generate shockwaves nearly as strong as All Might’s punches!

I'm done holding back

Shigiraki gets agitated, but before he could start charging at the red warrior, he is hit by Goku’s Power Pole, before being struck Mjolnir.

this is my full on attack

Goku(his hair and Ki aura glowing blue): Remember us?!

watch me come alive

Thor comes flying in delivers a downward swing, sending Shigiraki straight into the ground!

watch me come alive

Before Shigiraki could attempt to get back up, he is set upon by Eradicator and SMR-5.

before it all cuts to black

They move aside, allowing Shazam to throw a lightning bolt at the villain.

(you should've been listening

I'm never giving in

Izuku is shown easily thrashing Paragon and Brainwave.

every single moment that I've been living in

ecstacy leaving me euphoric next to the

Superman(approaching a downed Walter): What’s wrong?

corpse that remains of the choice that you made

when you made that mistake,

Superman(eyes glowing with his telekinetic power): Having problems with your powers?

and i made your bones break like it wasn't a thing

cause it wasn't so bring on the pain

Walter(hysterical): WHY WON’T MY POWERS WORK ON YOU?!?!?!

if you think that you can, cause I'm fucking insane

and I'll leave you decaying and slain

Walter(straining in an attempt to use his powers on Izuku to the point his nose starts bleeding): I’M THE STRONGEST TELEPATH TO EVER EXIST!!!

like the brother of Cain

yeah it's really a shame

Superman(smirking): My friend J’onn would beg to differ.

that you stepped in this ring

cause you'll never step to me again

Martian Manhunter suddenly phases out of the ground in front of Walter, catching him off guard before grabbing his head!

take a moment, breathe

Walter blinks and finds himself back on the island where he and his team originally got there powers.

unending and bending to nobody

J’onn(echoing around him): I’d try not to think about the moment you altered your nephew’s mind if I was you…

i am an ultimate hero

Walter(confused as the scenery shifts to when he did just that): WHAT?!?!?!

you're not even near I'll reduce you to zero

J’onn(as a lock appears before the mental construct of Brandon, symbolizing the changes that only Walter can undo): They always fall for that one.

in case I'm not clear enough)

Walter(struggling to keep his hand from raising with the mental key required to undo his alterations): HOW?!?!??

there's only one god here

J’onn(appearing above him, with his fingers elongated and moving Walter’s limbs like a puppet as he forces him to undo the lock): I’m leagues above you Mr. Sampson, I just needed to enter your mind to make you undo your changes.

come alive

Walter collapses to his knees as his army of heroes start shaking their heads and looking around in confusion.

and burn so bright that you go blind

Izuku then looks him in the eye, and in a flash of telekinetics, he isolates and cuts off the additional lobe on Walter’s brain responsible for his telepathy, performing a telekinetic lobotomy.

i swear I'll watch you die

MagiRed slashes at a Nomu, sending it flying back into the groups behind it. Just as Mirio and Momo appear him and knock two more Nomus away, with MagiRed gazing at the two in slight confusion before turning back to disoriented Nomus.

you seem surprised that I'm still alive

MagiRed(crossing his arms over his chest, with his staff in his hands, as flames engulf him, taking the shape of a phoenix): RED FIRE!!!

watch me come alive

MagiRed charges through the Nomus before sliding to stop behind them, he turns around, and lifts up his right hand and snaps his fingers, causing the Nomus to explode in a fiery explosion!

I'm done holding back

Shazam, Goku and Thor unleash their strongest energy attacks on Shigiraki, overpowering his energy quirks and causing him to overload.

this is the final attack

Clark is shown having pushed Thragg into space, where he then delivers a punch to the Regent’s stomach strong enough to force Thragg to gasp for air, making him choke in the vacuum of space.

watch me come alive

Thragg attempts to throw a desperate last punch, only for Clark to grab the fist and squeeze as the rays of the sun hit his face.

watch me come alive

Clark(smirking as his few wounds start healing rapidly): You’re not the only race with evolutionary adaptions.

and now it all cuts to black

Clark then rockets back down to Earth, recharged by the rays of the Sun, smashing Thragg into a 3 mile wide crater in the desert, finally rendering him unconscious.

(End song)

Paragon(looking around himself in confusion): What’s going on?

Superman(walking up to him): It’s a long story…

J’onn(walking up alongside Izuku with Walter restrained with a pair of meta dampeners, blocking his strength): What is the last thing you can recall?

Brandon(shaking his head to ward off dizziness): I talked with my dad, and he admitted that he would break the code if it meant protecting me and mom, then Uncle Walt wanted to talk with me, and then everything went blank…

Brandon(looking at them in confusion): WHO are you?

Izuku(offering a hand to shake): A friend.

A little while later;

Izuku walks back through the portal with J’onn and ends up in the Fortress of Solitude, along with Jay, Mei and Orin, and Tensei and Ochaco.

Izuku(turning to his girlfriend): Any problems?

Ochaco(grinning at him): Mission accomplished, he’s free to decide his own path.

Jay(looking around at the pros with a look of concern): What happened with the Shigiraki kid?

Alan(approaching his friend): That Zoom kid showed back up and took him away, only he was wearing a proper suit this time.

Haruto(touching down): His small army of Nomu would’ve nearly too much for us to handle along with his new power, thankfully…

Haruto(turning to face MagiRed as the PowerPuff Sisters ask various questions about his magic): We had some unexpected help.

MagiRed looks up and sees Izuku’s face and starts walking over to them.

MagiRed(standing in front of Izuku, amazement in his face): It really is like looking in a weird mirror…

Ochaco(eyes widening as she realizes that the voice is VERY familiar): Wait a minute!

MagiRed unclasps his helmet and removes to reveal Izuku’s freckled face with his natural green eyes and green hair.

Izuku(holding his helmet under his left arm and waving with his right hand): Hi there, I’m Izuku Midoriya, but you can call me MagiRed!

Ochaco(eyes widen in shock): No way…

Izuku(holding out his right hand for a handshake with a sincere smile on his face): Nice to meet you all!

Ochaco(voiceover as she and her boyfriend gaze at his doppelgänger in shock): Somehow, we’re still getting surprised!

To Be Concluded…

Next Time; Part 8 Superman; Man of Tomorrow (Finale)

Stay Tuned!

Author’s Note; Introducing the Early Bird Cameo for Izuku Midoriya as the new MagiRed for the Gingaman-Remnant AU continuity in his Early Bird Cameo!

He’ll eventually cross paths with the new Gingaman of his own universe, where you’ll also be introduced to his big family! So look forward to it!

#my hero superman au #my hero academia #dc comics #dc superman #dc superwoman #ochaco uraraka #izuku midoriya #izuocha #eri (bnha) #eri uraraka midoriya #eriizuocha #hisashi midoriya #hisashi x inko #kamijirou #kirimina #todomomo #dc justice league #dc young justice #multiverse #crossover #gingaman remnant #magiranger mystic

[notmah1strodeo]

it’s been 2 months. i bring fanart. i don’t think I’ll ever upload consistently.

#mha toshinori #mha inko #yagi toshinori #young all might #small might #inko midoriya #young inko #why isnt that a tag #she’s awesome #original art #fanart #toshinko #kinda #they’re like good friends in this au #but… possibly get together when they’re older? #*shrugs* #doodle #doodle dump

[jackalsprey]

Anyone got any good Young ToshInko fic recommends? I've been reading a lot of Chess_Blackfyre's fics like Never Mess with Management and the Jade Mantis AU, but I'd like to know if anyone has some others, Tumblr or Ao3!

#mha #my hero academia #yagi toshinori #inko midoriya #inko x all might #young inko #young might #young toshinori #young all might

[dogwaterdish]

Inko, gently nudging Izuku (6) aside with her foot: Izuku, move out of the way so I don’t trip on you.

Izuku , his eyes enormous: You kick Izuku? You kick his body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for Mother! Jail for Mother for one thousand years!

#mha #bnha #mha incorrect quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #bnha midoriya #mha midoriya #mha izuku midoriya #mha izuku #bnha izuku midoriya #bnha izuku #young izuku midoriya #inko midoriya #mha inko #bnha inko #mha inko midoriya #mha memes #bnha memes #incorrect quotes #he was given too much internet access #he stole someone’s phone at the park

[riahlynn101]

"Is It too Late to Change Career Paths?"

Summary: Aizawa Shouta didn't sign up for this. But, as with anything life throws his way, he's managing. Sort of.

Or: The Dadzawa version of, "I Love You to the Moon and Back."

Trigger warnings: death, canon-typical violence, panic attacks, and mentions of war.

(One shot).

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Shouta sits against the furthest wall of a helicopter. The whirling of the blades is a loud reminder of the current situation. Many of the hospitals near U.A (or what used to be U.A. His heart hurts terribly for the lives lost.) had been destroyed or filled to capacity, so the government’s airlifting civilians and heroes to a hospital four cities away. 

He isn’t in critical condition, so he gets one of the last helicopter rides to the hospital. Lucky him, he supposes, though he would have liked to be on the same helicopter as his friend. Loud as he can be, it would have eased Shouta’s nerves. 

He tries not to think about his students. He tries not to picture their faces or think about them learning of their losses.

He tries not to, but as he’s come to learn, that’s not the way it works. 

The door to the helicopter slides open. Shouta’s greeted with a man’s grim face. “Eraserhead, you’re a teacher, right?”

He uses his one good eye to stare at the man. “Yes, why?”

The man motions to someone behind him. “One of your students…uh…Midoriya Izuku was mixed up in a quirk incident.” 

Shouta doesn’t know if he should sigh heavily or break down crying. On one hand, it’s good that, in spite of everything changing, he can always rely on the Problem Child to get caught up in one incident or another. On the other hand, with how messed up the war’s left everyone, Shouta’s not sure he wants to see another of his students dead or near death. 

“Okay,” he says.

“Nothing major…just…uh…we have to transfer him to a hospital. We just need you to hold onto him for a bit.”

“Wha-”

A little boy, no older than three or four, with wild green curls and freckles in a diamond pattern, is passed over to him. His eyes are closed, and his face is relaxed. 

Shouta looks up at the man, a thousand different questions on his mind. Before he can ask even one of them, the helicopter doors are slammed shut (making the kid whimper in his sleep), and the whirling of the blades become almost deafening.

Great!

-x-x-x-

Shouta can’t bring himself to look away from the child in his arms.

He draws comparisons between this Problem Child (and he has zero doubts that any version of Izuku Midoriya was, is, and will always be a trouble-seeker) and his Problem Child, the one he’s taught for the last two years. 

He knows they're the same, in a sense. The military personnel told him as much, but he couldn't help but notice slight differences. 

For one, and the most obvious, this Problem Child has no visible scars. Shouta can hardly remember Midoriya without at least one. If one good thing comes out of this, let it be that Problem Child has a second chance at not messing up his bones and joints. 

Another, more minor thing, is how different Midoriya looks in general. Of course, most people look different as they age. But it’s so jarring to get to see the difference for yourself, especially when the person was an older teenager just yesterday. 

Compared to the Midoriya of yesterday, this one has more freckles and the ones on his cheeks are more pronounced. His hair is a little more curly and lighter in color, almost more turquoise than light green. He’s tinier; his little fists keep grasping onto Shouta’s shirt. 

Tentatively, he wraps his own hand (the one not securing Midoriya in place) around one of the little fists. When one detaches from his shirt to lean into the touch, Shouta can feel himself relax just the slightest bit. 

-x-x-x-

The helicopter lands on the roof of the hospital. He’s led over to a group of nurses, waiting idly by the roof entrance. They look dog-tired, dark bags under their eyes tell enough of a story on their own. 

Midoriya is taken from his arms. The nurse mutters something about getting him settled into the pediatrics unit. 

Shouta follows one of the other nurses inside, arms feeling unusually empty. 

-x-x-x-

The hospital is noisy - more than the expected hustle and bustle of medical staff treating patients, cries of pain, or the expected chatter of nervous friends and family. As he’s escorted down a hallway, he sees a significant number of staff gathered around a darkened TV screen. 

A few of the nurses have their head in their hands, shoulders shaking. It’s a bizarre sight, but with all everyone has lost, Shouta’s not in any position to judge. 

It’s not until five minutes later, finally in a hospital room, does he remember that the UA incident was most likely broadcasted by the news. 

-x-x-x-

He’s assessed by the attending physician - a middle-aged woman with dark bags under her eyes and a small (but noticeable) tremor in her hands. The doctor is fast-likely due to her quirk (it being something to do with diagnosing people with just a touch)-and is making him stay at the hospital for a couple of days. 

(“Just to keep an eye on your previous injuries. They were fairly severe and bear being cautious about.”)

He hears her words, processes them, and then decides to disregard them. It matters little that he should be recuperating, there are too many villains out there that might try to take advantage of the precarious situation the heroes and civilians find themselves in. 

Namely All for One, or Shigaraki. 

Mostly Shigaraki, as the bas- villain has been targeting his kids since their first year. All for One, though the mastermind, doesn’t inspire as much anger in him (unless he thinks of Aoyama, Kamino, Troy, or…Oboro). 

He hopes the evacuations of all the heroes are a good sign. Maybe they’ve apprehended one or both of the villains? 

In any case, Shouta knows his quirk is needed. Perhaps it’s not wise, but the minute the doctor leaves the room, he presses the call button for the nurses’ station to request to be discharged. 

The nurse that responded to the button laughed at him, thinking his asking to leave before the doctor said so, funny. After she finished her laughing fit, the nurse paged the doctor that had just left. 

The doctor did not find him trying to leave to return to the battlefield very funny. 

-x-x-x-

Later that evening, when the sun is hiding behind the skyscraper across the street from the hospital, Shouta is left wide awake. 

He thinks of Hizashi, and hopes he’s faring alright. Facing off against Kurogiri couldn’t be easy (Shouta wishes he could have been there longer than the minute it took for his old friend’s quirk to whisk him back to the fiery battleground of UA).

He thinks of Eri. She should be hidden in one the shelters, hopefully safe and being taken care of.

He thinks of Shinsou and Monoma. Both of the boys were remarkably brave. Each of them had different parts to play, and he hopes each of them is aware that the war could have gone differently if they weren’t there (particularly Monoma copying “Erasure” especially after Shouta was teleported away for a good five minutes, though he’s heard whispers of Shinsou helping control All for One’s dog, Gigantomachia). 

And, of course, he thinks of Midoriya. 

Shouta shifts onto his side, watching a mockingbird hover outside his window. It would be impossible trying to reach anyone at this time of day, which leaves one person on his list to check up on.

-x-x-x-

After asking for directions and verifying that, yes, he’s not a pervert, or kidnapper, Shouta is led to room 383. The pediatrics unit. 

Problem Child is awake, eyes staring blankly at the dark TV screen. He doesn’t seem upset, just….dazed. 

He enters the room. “Midoriya.”

“Mr. Aizawa…?” He asks, sounding unsure. “Are you alright?”

Pulling up a chair, he manages a smile. “I could be worse. How are you doing?”

“Could be worse,” Problem Child echos back, a hint of a mischievous smile on his innocent-looking face. 

“Uh, Problem Child, do you remember what happened to you?”

“The ves- I mean, I’ve been told that All for One used rewind on me.”

That sounds…. odd. He narrows his eyes. “Why?” He asks. Could it be possible that All for One hoped to weaken Midoriya enough to be able to steal One for All? It sure sounds underhanded enough to be done by the supervillain. 

“No idea,” Midoriya says, shrugging his shoulders. Then, he slumps down, frowning. “Mr. Aizawa?” 

“Yes?”

“Do you think I’ll be expelled?”

“Why? Because you’re a child now?”

“Yes,” Midoriya murmurs, fidgeting with his fingers. He looks at Shouta with something between desperation, resignation, and childish hope. 

“Well, as your teacher, I would say, at the very least, you should go on an extended educational leave.”

“But I-”

Shouta holds up a hand, shushing his student. “Your power, One for All, is too strong for you to handle. You can re-enroll either when you return to your normal age, or when you turn fifteen.”

“But what will I do until then?”

“UA will be closed for a few months for it to be rebuilt, so-”

Midoriya sits up straighter. “Because it almost fell, right?”

His brain comes to a sudden, screeching halt. And all he can think on repeat is: uh, oh! The way he sees it, he has two choices now: tell the truth (and deal with the fallout now ) or lie (and deal with the fallout l ater .)

He brings his chair closer, resting his arms on the hospital bed. “Kid,” he starts, “there was an incident during the battle. They’re saying it was an electrical fire, but no one knows for certain-”

Midoriya’s bottom lip quivers. “Mr. Aizawa, what happened?”

“In short, UA exploded. Most of the people inside were killed.”

“M-my mom…did she…is she…” he trails off, voice cracking.

“I-I don’t know. I’m very sorry, M- Izuku.”

Izuku curls into the fetal position, turning away from him. His body wracks with sobs. “Mommy!” He cries, voice muffled by the pillow he’s resting on. 

Shouta sits there, unable to move a muscle. Comforting people isn’t his strong suit. He should leave now, right? He already did enough damage for tonight, and Problem Child seems to be doing okay despite the circumstances. But….

…leaving feels wrong.

Being mindful of the IV, Shouta gathers the toddler in his arms. His student jolts at first, taken by surprise, but ultimately settles once they’re both sitting down. 

He continues to cry, body trembling. Shouta cards his fingers through the wild curls, cradling the kid close to his chest. 

“It’s not fair, Mr. Aizawa!” He wails. “It’s not fair!”

“It’s not,” he agrees, rocking his student side-to-side. There’s not much he can do outside of validating his student’s emotions. Besides, he’s not wrong. 

The world is unfair. 

It’s the same world that killed his friend that only ever wanted to make people happy. 

It’s the same world that used his deceased friend’s body and quirk for nefarious purposes.

It’s the same world that created an abomination like Shigaraki and set him loose on society.

It’s the same world that let his seventeen-year-old student be brutally attacked (and maybe even killed, though he refuses to think about that.)

And it’s the same world that sent UA crashing to the ground in a fiery inferno, killing so many innocent people.

To say differently would be to lie.

They stay like that for a long while. Long enough for the sun to be replaced with the moon. The room darkens, and the chatter outside the door dies down. Problem Child shifts in his arms, his crying dying down to the occasional whimper. 

His eyes grow heavy, head lolling forward. 

Izuku relaxes, his grip loosening. 

Between one blink and the next, Shouta finds himself dozing off.

#cross posted on ao3 #mha fanfiction #dadzawa #misuse of the rewind quirk #young izuku #post war arc #dead midoriya inko #angst #hurt/comfort #mha au #dad for one #mha izuku

[jaded-ghoster]

I demand to know where the angsty brozawa and midobro fics are of them not growing up together. Full on unintentional family reunion by coincidental matching blood tests. Or maybe Inko goes in for a parent teacher conference and she’s just like, now hold on a second. Or Aizawa needs money for cat food and he’s like, now seems like a good time to track down my biological parents for financial compensation. Or Izuku sets out to prove Aizawa isn’t his father to Todoroki by conducting a whole investigation and gets increasingly concerned as he uncovers more “evidence”. What I’m trying to say is I’m desperate.

#shouta aizawa #izuku midoriya #brozawa #mha fic #bnha fic #whats a girl gotta do to get a LINK #okay but more specifically the idea is that Inko gave aizawa up because she was so young but was stable enough to keep midoriya #so when all is revealed aizawa is just kinda like #i see how it is #and maybe distances himself a little bit from midoriya out of unwanted bitterness #but at the same time #what if midoriya was just starting to see aizawa as like a father figure #and he’s fine with older brother figure too but now there’s DISTANCE #basically think of this as an edit to that one paramore edit #starts with izuku #all i wanted was you (pan camera to aizawa) #THEN #going from aizawa #all i wanted was you (pan camera to inko) #was this at all comprehensible

[astraymetronome]

Family Comes From Many Seed

Summary

Midoriya Izuku knew he was weird, it had been burned into his brain from the moment he entered this world: most parents whispered about it, his mom reminded him about it, his dad left because of it, and Kacchan teased him for it. He spent the first six years of his life being reminded how he was a strange little boy who couldn’t even get being a child right. Now, this strange man chose him, after some convincing. He wanted the weird little kid no one cared for, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Izuku didn’t understand him, but Aizawa didn’t seem too keen on leaving.

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After years of being treated like the dirt people walk on, Izuku suddenly has to deal with being removed from the only home he knows and being taken in by a strange man. He doesn’t feel like dirt with him, maybe Aizawa is a good sign?

Notes

For writerllofllworlds.

This is written for cre8ive.mango, writerllofllworlds, from TikTok based on their Little Sprout Au. This is also my own perception of the idea they have shown, so please do not become upset. I also love Momma Inko but I tried writing this with Dead Inko and couldn’t manage it.

Also, this has descriptions of verbal and physical abuse. Please do not read this if you can not handle that. If you are gonna go past my extra warning then be prepared for the longest one-shot I've posted on this site.

Here is a playlist I made for the story!

Word Count - 10, 533

From the moment he was born, Izuku knew he was different. His teeth grew slower, his shoes never fit right, and even his doctors said his body was different. He didn’t understand why it made him different but everyone else seemed to agree this was wrong. His auntie would make little comments on how he seemed to have a little too much baby fat, mentioning how Kacchan already lost most of his by the age of three. He didn’t understand why that was so weird.

His mom said she’d been a chunky toddler and that it didn’t mean anything, but his dad thought otherwise. It was just one of the many things that led to him leaving. Around Kacchan’s fourth birthday, the blonde’s quirk came in and everyone seemed to be expecting he would get one just as soon. Honestly, Izuku just thought Kacchan’s pops were cool. The sparks of light reminded him of his dad’s fire breathing but he really wanted to get his mom’s quirk.

His mom could pull small things towards her and honestly, it was the best thing ever. She used to ramble about how she could pick him up with her quirk when he was a newborn. He thought it was amazing then but, now, he realizes it wasn’t very safe for a baby. Her quirk would be less destructive than his father’s and honestly, he preferred being safe.

Only… His third birthday came and passed, with no signs of his quirk. He remembered her taking him to the doctor in December during the break and being told to be patient. His dad refused and his mom seemed to as well. His parents had developed their quirks early, Hisashi had been born with his, and Inko’s had developed when she was two. They both thought it made sense for him to develop his quirk just as soon.

Izuku was compliant with the x-ray, blood tests, and urine samples. He thought it was weird but Momma said it was for a reason, so he did as he was told. They said a bone in his foot meant he wouldn’t develop a quirk, but he showed signs of quirked cells in his blood. He didn’t understand how it worked but they kept saying he wasn’t gonna get a quirk. He would be anything but normal, no matter how hard he tried.

When they returned home from the appointment, his mom immediately sent him to his room. He felt so confused and conflicted with everything he just listened to her. He hid away in his room, passing by his father who watched him expectantly, before turning to his mother. He closed the door slowly, even though he was still so little he knew how to occupy himself since mom and dad were busy a lot but the whispers of words through the walls got louder in moments. He had curled up in his bed, hiding under all his blankets and clutching his All Might plush close to his chest, trying to ignore the harsh words his parents exchanged.

Their couplet of voices blended into one beast, for what felt like hours, before a slam and a small crash ended it in mere seconds. The silence made his ears ring with how it filled their still apartment. He could hear the people upstairs walking and speaking, clearly concerned about all the noise. Izuku took a few minutes before sitting up and slipping off his bed. He held back a small whimper as his bare feet touched the carpet, not wanting the floor underneath to creek.

He slipped the door open, peeking out the door, seeing his mother sitting on the floor in front of the genkan with her face bright red and puffy. Concern flooded any form of fear as he stumbled forward towards her, his small thuds making her gaze shift to him. “M-Momma… I-i’m sorry I-”

“Don’t say another word.” His mother’s voice interrupted in a harsh whisper. He began to tremble in response as he froze up and brought his outstretched hand to his chest.

“But…” Izuku continued as she looked at him. Her bright eyes seemed dull, angry, no longer holding the kindness she usually bled with. It was frightening and her sharpening glare made him stop mid-sentence

“Go.” She said softly at first, the tension clear in her quaking voice, making him stumble back at the harshness. He wasn’t used to being spoken to with so much hate. He felt tears threaten his eyes, hesitating to step away despite how threatening the atmosphere had become. He watched as her body straightened, her eyes getting more pointed and upset.

“Do what I say Izuku!” His mom quickly shouted, he didn’t expect a shard of a broken vase to be thrown in his direction. He curled in on himself instinctively, a flash of pain entering his dominant hand before it covered his face. He looked down at his hand with a small whimper. He watched as his mom’s eyes widened and bright red dripped from his palm. There was a gash on the side of his hand, just under his pinkie but not too far down.

He felt completely frightened as he stared in horror at the injury before bursting into sobs as he rushed towards his bedroom. He didn’t pay any attention to his mom but he heard her speak up. “I- I’m-” Her voice was panicked at first, full of shock before it shifted, her anger starting to bubble up as it became harsher. “D-don’t act like this is my fault! You should have listened to me!”

Izuku closed the door behind him as he slid down to the carpet, holding his bleeding hand to his chest as he cried. He didn’t know how to take care of wounds but he knew he needed bandages. Sobs left him as he pinned his back against the door and listened to her heavy footsteps. The sounds thudded loudly and almost overwhelmed his noises as he moved to crawl towards his desk. Momma had always made sure he kept some medical stuff in his room, wanting him to have some just in case.

He took some of the big bandages and wrapped the wound with it. He was shakily crying as he looked down at his floor, the small blood drops already staining the light blue carpet. He curled up under his window, eyes watching the front door as he shook from his adrenaline. He stayed like this until his mother slipped the door open

“I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry Izuku.” She started as she stepped into his room. He watched as she made her way over to him, a whimper leaving him as she cried a little bit. He ended up letting her take care of his wound while she apologized the entire time. He had no idea this was the start of the worst years of his life.

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Izuku was pretty used to everything after all these years, it probably seemed dumb or like an overreaction. He’s been dealing with the drinking, verbal, and physical abuse since he was almost three so it made sense to adapt to it. He has always been a pretty smart kid and quick to come to a solution. At least, that's what his mom used to say.

His father had left after his appointment, not wanting a quirkless son. His mom was pretty pissed about it so she took to drinking. When she wasn’t… out of it, she cared for him. He loved his mom and she did too but… When she got intoxicated she always flipped a switch, she would yell and cry before either going to bed or getting more upset and switching to violence. She often apologized in the morning after everything and would tend to any wounds he had but she’d go to work and then the cycle would repeat once she got home.

His daycare never seemed to care about the bandages, after all, his mom was a hard-working woman whose husband left. Why would she take it out on her kid? When he moved to elementary school, he was treated rather negatively, his quirk still hadn’t developed and he, seemingly, showed no signs of one either. So it wasn’t a surprise he was considered an outcast.

Underneath everything, Izuku knew what his mom was doing was wrong. Hurting people and apologizing later, while promising to change, only to constantly break said promise wasn’t a good thing. He didn’t want to admit his mom was a bad person, she was his mother after all, but, even as a little kid, he knew this was wrong. She was wrong.

He spent most of his free time hidden in his room, not wanting to accidentally upset his mother and make her explode at him. He would just sit on the floor and scribble down answers and do his homework. He spent so much time on his own since he had nothing better to do than learn. He would read books and learn about all sorts of things. It was something he did enjoy, having always been a curious child no matter the circumstance.

Izuku had a feeling something was gonna be coming. Last month for his birthday, his mom told him she was gonna get help. She claimed she was gonna stop drinking but so far it hadn’t been going well. She’d barely managed two days without returning back to her drunk coping. She managed to keep from hitting him for the last couple of weeks since December but she was trying to get sober once more.

He originally expected her to last a day or so once she started to try again in January, but, after the week, he actually felt hopeful. His mom had kept her promise and she was actually gonna manage it. He was reluctant to trust it since nothing ever seemed to stick when it came to good things, but he loved his mom and she was trying so hard to make her new year's resolution happen.

Some would call him a people pleaser or naive for falling for his mother’s attempts but he couldn’t help it. Little kids, at least the ones like him, crave love and want to have a proper relationship with their parents. He really wanted his mom to be how she was when he was younger. He wanted back the mother who hugged and cuddled him when he had nightmares, made him dinner, and didn’t hurt him. She used to burst into tears if she accidentally bumped into him.

He was anxious as he waited to be picked up Friday evening. His mom had been a little snappy this morning and he knew it was because of her withdrawal, he’d looked up what it was called because it caused a lot of struggle. Izuku knew she didn’t mean to be so harsh, she just didn’t feel good because she wasn’t drinking anymore.

She didn’t pick him up from school anymore, because she was always intoxicated, and she’d done it all week because she’d been sober. When his aunt showed up, telling him she was picking him up, he knew something bad was gonna happen. Most addicts would hit a rock bottom, at least, that's what his research said before they would manage to completely quit.

He quietly slid in next to Kacchan, sitting on the extra booster seat she always kept for him. Kacchan was just about big enough to no longer need his but he knew the blonde threw a fit about it most days when his mom refused to let him sit like a big kid. He pulled the door shut, looking over towards the school building. He knew better than to try and talk with Kacchan since he’d snap at or ignore him.

When Mitsuki got into the car and began to drive, he felt his nerves start to spike as they inched closer to his home. He knew she was taking him to hell, she drank like crazy when she suffered a relapse, since his mom showed her signs of one. He watched as the unnamed stores and random houses got more familiar, turning into the grocery store and other apartment buildings. He was shifting nervously as they pulled into the parking lot.

He unbuckled himself, giving a nervous smile, before slipping out of the small car as Mitsuki did the same. “Stay in the car Katsuki, let me walk you little ‘Zuku.” She said softly. Her smile made him want to melt, not used to such blatant kindness anymore. Izuku didn’t want her to see his mom, not when she wasn’t herself, since it would ruin the years of connection they’d made. He gave a small smile at her protective nature before shaking his head.

“I’m okay Auntie, Momma had a headache this morning. She’s napping.” He told her. He knew she cared a lot about his mother. She wouldn’t disturb her if it risked making her feel worse.

“Oh, well alright, but tell your mother we need to meet up for coffee soon! We haven’t done that in a hot minute.” She told him with a small chuckle. He was pretty used to her laughing since even when she was mad she’d break into laughter. It gave her a few weird looks most of the time, but she never cared. His aunt never let anyone dictate her. It was inspiring.

He gave a nod as he turned to head towards the stairwell, knowing he had a few flights to climb and that she’d watch as he went. He held his bag straps as he bounced a little, trying to seem happy to be home. After all, what first-grader wouldn’t enjoy returning home? He gave her a small wave off the balcony once he got to his floor, watching as she began to pull her car from park and leave the lot.

Izuku crept towards the front door of their apartment before quietly opening the door. He immediately got a whiff of alcohol as he stepped onto the genkan and peeked inside. Nothing greeted him other than the smell. There were no words, running water, a busy kitchen, or anything. He anxiously closed the door behind him and slipped his shoes off, tucking the red high tops into the shoe rack.

“M-Mom? A-are you h-here?” He asked softly as he started to step onto the carpet. He heard movement deep in the apartment as he moved closer to the living room. He watched as his mom stumbled out of her room, one of his father's old shirts on and baggy sweatpants. She had clearly spilled her wine on the shirt, deep red staining the light gray fabric.

“What.. are you doing here!?~” She slurred out as she pushed all of her weight into the door frame. He could see a wine glass floating near her as she stumbled. He was scared. She’d never immediately react. There was always some sort of trigger, an accidental slip, or something. She never did this. He didn’t know what this would entail.

Izuku shook as he stepped forward, unsure as he moved a little closer to his bedroom. He could feel the tension as he instinctively held his hand. The first injury she’d given him scared on his palm, a permanent sign of when things were ruined. “M-momma… I’m-” He started before she snapped.

“Don’t you… Dare even move.~” His mother called out, heading towards him with a flushed face. She stood in front of him, and grabbed his non-dominant arm, before pulling him towards the kitchen. He couldn’t help but cry out when she did this.

“Momma! L-let go!” Izuku began to beg as he was pulled. He tried to struggle within seconds, whining as she continued to force him around. She didn’t respond as she used his light weight to throw him forward. He tried to brace himself as he collided with the pantry, banging the back of his head and catching one of his fingers on the corner.

He broke into small sobs as he brought his hand to his chest. The scar he had spilt in half, the gash being further up and across his palm while it crept onto his pointer finger. He couldn’t help crying from the pain as his hand throbbed and dripped blood.

Izuku brought his gaze to her eyes, he didn’t see a smidge of sympathy through her anger. Normally he could at least pick up a bit of it, but not this time. It wasn’t like anything she’d done before. He could tell she was mad, more than ever, and that's what scared him. She never got this mad. Not at him, his father, not at anyone.

“M-momma, I’m sorry!” He called out swiftly as she grabbed his shirt. He squirmed as she lifted him up, kicking his legs as he sobbed away. He was very frightened as she brought him towards the sink. He could see one side was full of clean dishes and the other was empty. He trembled as she turned the sink on.

His breathing began to pick up as she slipped the drain plug in. He started to realize what she was doing, panicking as he spoke up. “Momma! Don’t!” He Izuku shouted at her before he tried to squirm out of her hold. He was shaking as he kicked his legs before trying to figure out how to get out of his situation. He was sobbing a little bit as he looked towards his feet as the water got higher and higher up.

“You have… to learn a lesson Izuku!” She slurred out as she brought him closer to the sink. “I told you… To stay quiet!” His mother swore to him before she grabbed a fistful of his curls and shoved his face into the filling sink.

Izuku tried to catch some air before being forced into the water, but he failed immediately. He took in a large gasp of water immediately without meaning to. He felt so scared as he shifted and tried to pull his head out as he kicked his legs. Her hand pushed against his back, forcing his head down into the rising liquid. She let go of his hair and then instead grabbed the front of his face and pulled him from the water.

He coughed the water up, feeling his wet school shirt cling to his skin. Izuku was worried she’d go too far, so with her hand so close to his mouth he bit down across her fingers. He trembled as she dropped him, coughing as he listened to cuss words slip from her mouth. He took the moment of her distraction to bolt for his bedroom. He was panting and frightened as he heard her look towards him.

“Get back here!” His mother called out as he slammed the door closed behind him. He coughed up some water as he turned his bedroom lock, locking him in his room and her out. He was a trembling mess as he listened to her jimmy the lock to try and get into the room. “Let me in Izuku!”

He continued to force up water, stumbling over to his window with small sobs. He was scared about whether he was able to get out. She wasn’t gonna be able to calm down, he could get hurt to the point she goes too far. Bangs sounded out behind him as he went ahead and pushed the door open. Her shouting started to blend into the background, static filling his head as the smell of fresh air overwhelmed him.

He could hear her start banging on the door so he was quick to turn around. Izuku grabbed some bandages from the first aid and began to wrap up his hand, proceeding to return to the window, quietly looking down. He was only three floors up so the drop wouldn’t be too horrible. A shaky sound left him as he gave a whimper before moving to climb up the window sill.

He let his legs dangle as he felt the winter wind blow against his drenched hair and shirt. He looked at the tree standing within his reach before his door was forced open. The noise made him flinch and jump forwards, grabbing onto the branch as his mom spoke up. “Get your ass back in here Izuku!” She called out to him.

His momma never used mean words like that, so he was swift to try and get closer to the ground. He scraped up his belly on the trunk as his grip slipped, landing a little rough before he turned and bolted towards the open street. He could feel grass turn to the asphalt under his socked feet as he ran. He was shaking as quietly cried. He didn’t wanna hurt his mom but he couldn’t handle her doing this. He was terrified she’d mess up and go too far.

Her yelling started to fade into the distance as he made his way into an alleyway. Izuku knew they weren’t safe and gross, but he didn’t wanna get found. He was panting as he slowed down, his feet stinging from most likely an ungodly amount of glass cuts or something. He’s seen broken bottles on the streets before so it wouldn’t surprise him if it was all over the streets.

He could hear people around him, most likely a collection of homeless folks and villains, but they weren’t his main focus. He just needed to get away for a while. He needed to be safe. He understood his mom was very upset. She was pissed and drunk so he had no idea how long it would take for her to calm down and stop being so upset. She needed to stop all of this.

Izuku trembled as he worked to catch his breath. He went ahead and leaned against a wall, softly crying to himself. He was absolutely unsure if he should do anything, he couldn’t go home and if he went to his Aunt’s place she’d probably just take him home. On top of that, it would be the first place his mom would check. He knew that being out was dangerous even when you were a big kid and he wasn’t anywhere close to that yet.

The walls were lined with bricks and he could smell a combination of vomit and beer all around him. He knew about the bars in the area. His mom had mentioned them a few times since for the first while she didn’t drink at home, but after a few weeks, she realized it was cheaper than the bars. The sounds of hustle and bustle began to flood his surroundings after what felt like only a few minutes, but he knew by the fact his hair was damp and his shirt was dry that it had been a few hours.

He was tired and his hand was pretty cold. The bandages were rather red by now and he knew it was horrible. His research had led to a lot of random facts and he knew that blood loss was a bad thing. He looked around a little, the area was surprisingly quiet other than the loud sounds of adults on the main streets.

Izuku could feel his stress rising at the moment. He didn’t have a phone so no one could locate him through it. He could easily be kidnapped by someone and end up in a far worse situation. He felt like breaking down once more at how pointless his escape was. No matter what he was doomed from the start.

He couldn’t help but curl into himself, he was so scared of people getting close to him. He didn’t wanna be hurt or taken by people with bad intentions. The smallest noises around him began to make him tense and the string grow tighter as they got closer. He could tell no one was heading towards him but as he felt adrenaline pump through his blood, his hearing went fuzzy again as it had in the apartment.

Izuku started to notice his chest tightening and his head hurt, he couldn’t breathe as he squeezed his eyes shut. Nothing could manage it. He trembled as he curled up and lay against the wall more. The noises around him started to get louder and he covered them. Everything was too loud and he couldn’t help crying out as the noise overwhelmed him.

He pushed his hands against his ears without much care for his hurt hand, wanting the loud noises to stop. He could feel his legs pushing against his chest and blood dripping down his chin as he irritated his wound. He cracked his eyes open as a small thud sounded near him in the alley.

He didn’t expect to make eye contact with a woman. Her face was blurry and her lips were moving but her voice was completely dead to him. He couldn’t understand her but he began to grow dizzy as a soft mist seemed to form around her. He didn’t recognize her at all but something told him the lady was a pro. The fact he had used some form of, by his guess, a quirk told him as such. He felt himself getting drowsy as she sat down across from him.

Izuku sat up a little bit as he sniffled and rubbed his eyes. His head was dizzy and he watched the woman in front of him slowly lift up her hands. “Sorry, I had to use my quirk to calm you down.” She said calmly. Her voice was gentle but something about it seemed more grown than he expected, all while holding a calming undertone to it. He gave a small nod as the woman’s mist seemed to fade. He felt the noise stay soft and he quietly looked toward his feet.

He felt a hand grip his wrist, it was gentle but clearly had some callus. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand as he let the lady examine his bandages. He winced as he felt her fingers brush against the open wounds before having the woman remove the wrapping. He sniffled as he observed the hero pull a flashlight from her belt and shine it on his hand. He heard a sympathetic hiss escape her as she spoke up.

“Shoot… That must have been a nasty fall.” She said with a small huff, clearly not realizing it wasn’t from an accident, but she seemed very remorseful. His eyes drifted down as he sniffled and nodded a little. He was tired and honestly, he didn’t wanna be out in the cold anymore. He moved his feet, feeling his skin brush against the concrete due to the holes.

Izuku watched as the woman looked down at his feet, noticing he was barefoot as she seemed to consider the possible reasons. He quietly rubbed his eyes as the woman got to her feet. The lady didn’t even say anything before her hands met his underarms and he was lifted into the air. A squeal left him as he kicked a little being wedged into an opposite piggyback hold, his thighs holding her weights as she placed both arms under him for support... He wrapped his okay arm around her neck and let the dark-haired woman take his hurt one. “I’m pro hero Midnight, can you tell me your name, honey?”

He sat up a little while looking around a bit, he wasn’t used to positive nicknames, before quietly nodding. “Izuku…” He said softly as he looked over the lady’s warm shoulder. He watched the alley as Midnight began to remove him from it. He trusted her for some reason. He didn’t know why but, something about her just bled with it. He found himself more distrustful of women in comparison to men and it was probably because his mom was his abuser, even if it was only when she was drinking.

“It’s nice to meet you Izuku-Kun, can you tell me why you’re out here?” He heard the woman mutter into his hair as she went ahead and gently bounced him. He didn’t really understand why Midnight was doing this. It made him relax and feel more at peace with the gentle touch she gave. It was a big change from when his mom was drunk.

Izuku rested his head down, feeling as if he was moved. “How old are you, Izuku-kun?” She asked quietly as he felt warm eyes shift and turn to him.

“I’m six…” He responded as he went ahead and huffed as he quietly leaned against her a bit more. He was tired and the lady’s comfort really made him wanna just melt into him to sleep. He heard Midnight hum as she nodded a little before he felt her move one hand from under him to his back. He didn’t expect a small back rub to start and his shoulders fell slacker at the sensation.

“I’m gonna take you to the station and we’ll find your parents-” He heard the woman start to say but he couldn’t help but quickly interject.

“No! I can’t!” Izuku called out. He knew better than to just go back home as he pulled from Midnight a tad. He felt the lady flinch and her grip loosens a little bit. He looked up as he saw her face twist in multiple emotions. He sniffled as he shook his head and spoke up. “I-i can’t h-handle it anymore…” He added softly as he rubbed his eyes and looked behind himself towards the end of the street.

“Can’t handle what anymore?...” Midnight asked softly as she went ahead and stopped for a moment. He felt her shift him to her hip as she held his injured hand up. “Did your parents do this?” She asked softly as he saw her get a little more visibly worried.

He was scared to respond. What if he got in trouble or the woman just refused to take him somewhere safe? “Momma… Momma drinks… She tried to stop… B-but she went too far t-this time…” He whispered in response as he gave a tiny whimper. Izuku felt anxious that she wouldn’t believe him or do anything about it. He watched her furrow his eyebrows and her lip thin into a line before she swiftly switched it to a gentle smile

He felt his regret immediately flood him as he curled up a little bit and whimpered as he softly felt her begin to change direction. “Okay, no need to dwell on that, I’m going to take you to the hospital so that gash can be checked out.”

“Okay… Midnight-san…” He whispered as he moved to lay his head back on the woman’s shoulder. He softly bounced as she walked, starting to relax a little more at having a comforting situation.

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The walk took around thirty minutes and Izuku would have dozed off if it wasn’t for Midnight keeping him up. He could understand why considering the likely blood loss from his hand. He gently burrowed his head into the crook of her neck as they stepped into the hospital. A nurse was quick to have him moved to the emergency room since he was so little and the gash was bad enough.

She followed him as they did this and it all seemed to pass in a blur. He was so exhausted as he was treated. The doctors ended up having to give him a few stitches and saw a small bruise on the back of his head. He didn’t know what Midnight told the staff but he saw a few cops come and go from his room. He was rather anxious about it as he quietly tried to not doze off since they were asking him a mix of questions and the pain meds were making him really sleepy.

Izuku took around 10 minutes to answer questions before he began to doze off. He watched as Midnight gave him a small smile as he fell asleep. He felt rather comfortable with the situation since she was peaceful.

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When he began to wake up the sound of Midnight’s voice. She seemed to be on the phone as he sat up a little bit. The stitches on his right hand and finger were covered in some bandages. It was surprisingly not very bulky and he knew he could probably move his hand if it wasn’t for the risk of ruining his stitches. He rubbed his eyes as her words became understood him. “My place isn’t really all that child appropriate Sho’ I’m literally an R-rated hero.” She explained to the person on the other end of the line.

He could hear a deeper voice over the phone, it was very muffled but as he tried to focus on it he noticed all the sounds around him growing in volume. Izuku whimpered as he brought his hands up to his ears once more, beginning to cover them before she turned towards the door. Her voice seemed a little louder but her volume had clearly not changed. “I think he might have some kind of hearing quirk, you’d be good for that. Hizashi would just kill his ears and you’re quiet! Plus, he seems weary of women. He didn’t want to let any of the female nurses or doctors touch him. Please.”

He listened as she began to beg the man on the phone and continued to cover his ears. He didn’t expect the other end to suddenly be discerned by him. “I’m literally the worst person for this, I suck with kids Nem!” The Sho’ guy responded to her. Her response was quick though and seemingly well thought out.

“You do not, Oboro used to whine about how good you were with them! He was hella envious.” Midnight said in a hushed whisper as her eyes met his. He blinked a little as she gave a small sigh. “Look… He’s up now, just… Come here so you can get him, he can’t go home.” She said softly before ending the call.

“Hey, kiddo…” She whispered as she sat on the end of the hospital bed, quietly smiling at him. “You’ve only been out for about an hour or so.”

He rubbed his eyes as he sat up a small bit and proceeded to nod a bit. “Okay..” He would admit his words were a little soft and he seemed kinda weak. He was tired as he looked up at her before turning back to the door. “Is my momma… In trouble?” He asked softly as he began to fidget out of nerves.

“Your mom hasn’t tried to come to see you since we got here… I understand you’re scared but she isn’t going to be allowed near you until we can prove you’re safe.” Midnight told him as she brought a handover. He flinched as a calm weight rested on his knee and she quietly pulled her hand away. “Sorry, kiddo…”

He was unsure of what to do as he curled up a little bit and lay on his side near her. He didn’t allow his head to lay on her, but after a moment her hand began to brush through his curls. It relaxed him down completely as he softly melted into the sensation.

Izuku was pretty sure he had dozed off after a moment as but when he opened his eyes once more another person had joined them in the room, a man with long black hair and deep gray eyes. He sat up a little, the soft chatter the two adults had stalled once Midnight seemed to notice his head shift. “Hey honey, did you sleep well?” She asked.

He rubbed his eyes as he nodded a little and brought his eyes to the man across from them. He wasn’t entirely sure who he was or what the man entailed for him. He was anxious as a small whimper left him before she spoke up once more. “This is Aizawa, he’s a friend of mine and he’s gonna be taking care of you for a few weeks.” She explained.

Izuku couldn’t help the small whine that left him. He didn’t know if he could trust him, the man was new and he didn’t seem like a very warm person with his sharp jawline and exhausted expression. He was completely unsure if he could trust him but the way she spoke with him made him want to trust her judgment. He watched as she explained some things, mainly just mentioning how Aizawa was a pro and that he was a pretty quiet man.

All of the sudden, within the hour, a callous hand was gently holding his bandaged hand. He was walking with the man as he felt fabric brush against his knees from the large hoodie Aizawa had asked him to put on. He had explained that it was because of the cold and since he was so small. He didn’t mind it as he followed after him, looking around and at the small black car they approached.

“I don’t have a car seat, so I hope you don’t mind sitting without one for this trip?” He asked simply. The man’s voice was raspy as he opened the car door and the smell of coffee hit him like crazy. He gave a huff as he went ahead and got into the seat.

“It’s okay..” He whispered as he began to buckle himself in and quickly placed his hands in his lap as Aizawa closed the door. He could hear him walking towards the front seat before the door opened and he slipped inside as well.

Izuku watched as he began to drive after taking care of the car things adults did. He wasn’t really all that aware of how cars worked but he knew he’d learn a little later in life. He gently kicked his legs as he went ahead and moved his focus to the window, choosing to zone out as buildings and lights faded into blurs as they drove.

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They ended up pulling into an apartment complex after not too long where Aizawa was quick but gentle, to bring him up to the floor his residence was on. He felt a little nervous about it as he went ahead and followed him, clinging to his hand nervously at the uncomfortable surroundings. He didn’t know how to feel about the area as he listened to his keys jingle and the doorknob twist.

The house was a lot nicer than he expected it to be, a soft gray couch decorated with throws and a few fur-covered blankets. The cream carpet reminded him of his bedroom as they stepped onto the genkan and he slipped his shoes off. Once his gaze finished lingering on the floor he looked up to see something Izuku adored.

He gave a tiny squeak, trying to keep his sudden joy at bay as Aizawa looked towards him and two cats clambered over to them both. He had always had a secret infatuation with pets and cats had always caught his attention. They are so nimble and could fit in the strangest places that he couldn’t help but be curious about how they spend their time. The internet said they nap most of the time, which he knew, but he wanted to know what they did when they were up and away from people.

He felt the man take his hurt hand and carefully lead it toward the furry felines. Izuku froze as he watched them sniff and stifled his giggles as whiskers tickled his skin. He wanted to pet him, but he wasn’t sure if he could, the gray tabby pushing against his legs as the cream-based turtle shell scented his hand was enough he couldn’t stop a bright smile. A part of him completely forgot that Aizawa was there as his inner child got a moment to be adored.

He was tugged towards the couch and followed without taking his eyes off of the cats. He could barely hear the soft chuckling in front of him as his eyes shifted with the animals while they tailed behind him. A yawn left him as they got closer to the couch, a hand resting in his curls as he relaxed a little bit and leaned against the man next to him. He felt him tense at first, only for a split second, before he was picked up and placed on the couch.

“You should sleep, Nem told me you have a rough day.” Aizawa’s simple words, combined with the previous action, were enough to slip him from his mental haze. Now that he mentioned it, Izuku felt absolutely exhausted. He rubbed his eyes as the man gave a pat to the pillow beside him and, obeying the clear sign, laid his head down with a huff.

He looked towards him as the man pulled one of the many blankets up and over his shoulders. He could feel his eyes growing heavy by the moment as he shifted to get comfortable before the tabby cat seemed to hop up near his legs. He felt a light pressure laying against his feet so he figured it was laying down there. He let his eyes slip close slowly, watching as he was tucked and watched, glad someone seemed to be showing proper care and maybe even love for him, even if it wouldn’t be for long.

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Izuku was surprised when he woke up warm and on a couch. His hand was hurting as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. A tiny meow caught his attention as he looked behind him as the tabby cat moved from behind him. He guessed it pushed off his legs as he brought them over the edge. He gave a soft huff as he began to stretch and tried to walk around a little. His feet were covered in small bandages from the cuts and scrapes from when he had been running.

He peeked into the kitchen, quietly blinking when he couldn’t see anyone around. He then glanced back behind him towards the hallway. He quietly began to creep down it to where he could hear quiet speaking. He pushed the door open a little, giving a tiny noise.

“I’ll call you later Hizashi, he’s gonna wake up before too long,” Aizawa told the other voice before hanging up before the man could speak. He stifled a small giggle as he turned towards the door and, unfortunately, him. “Oh, Izuku… Hey.” He said softly, looking nervous and unsure as he stepped towards the door.

Izuku gave a small wave and nodded a little as he brought up his harmed hand. He watched as the man gave a small noise before moving closer. “Shit, forget I said that. I probably need to give you another dose of pain meds.” He muttered as he ran the bridge of his nose and slipped the door open. Quickly, he got out of the way to allow Aizawa to pass by him as the man headed towards the room down the hall. He watched the door slip open and quietly stepped over to see him get something from the cabinet.

He took the medicine without much complaint as he sat back on the couch and sighed. He was tired as he rubbed his eyes and watched Aizawa head into the kitchen. “I’ll make some breakfast really quick, does soup sound alright?” He asked calmly.

Izuku nodded in response as he kept his hands in his lap and moved to start petting the tabby as they climbed into his personal space. He wasn’t too sure of what to do with it as he began to brush his fingers through its fur. As time began to pass, he felt the pain in his hand slowly fade and the purring the cat gave off made him feel grounded and filled all his senses.

He wanted to take another nap as he felt the pain meds kick in and the soft sounds of everything around him started to mesh into a comforting environment. He wasn’t used to just having a safe area around him, not needing to worry about anything new to him. He had a feeling his aunt was gonna freak out when Kacchan said he wasn’t at school. This was probably gonna ruin her relationship with his mother but, from how far she went last night, he wasn’t going to complain.

Izuku was softly relaxing in the warmth of the house around him, listening to the sound of a moving bell, most likely from the turtle shell’s collar. He didn’t know their names yet but he figured Aizawa would tell him in due time. He could feel the cat brush against his small feet as he continued to pet the tabby in his lap and patiently waited for him to be told breakfast was done.

“Come on kid, eat while it’s hot.” He turned his head towards his voice, seeing the black-haired man placing a plate in front of himself before motioning to the other on the opposite end of the table. Izuku got up rather quickly and gently bounced over to the room, feeling the shift from carpet to cold tile made him shiver as he quickly got up into the chair. He didn’t like how the cold felt on his bruised feet.

A small giggle escaped him from the puzzled look the man gave him as he proceeded to get up. He watched as Aizawa made his way toward the cabinet next to two small bowls on the floor. He removed a can from the cupboard and swiftly opened it. The smell of cat food made him quickly turn to his food, muttering a soft thanks before beginning to eat the soup.

Within moments the man was sitting across from him and the two felines were happily munching on the wet food in their bowls. He couldn’t help but let his gaze drift to the fluffy masses as Aizawa began to eat. He felt deeper eyes rest on his mop of hair before a rough voice pulled him from his head. “The tabby is Asiuru, since she just adores everyone, and the other one is Korāju.”

Izuku smiled at the surprisingly sweet names. The man seemed more of a rougher person so it kind of surprised him. He nodded as he pushed a spoonful of his soup into his mouth, wanting to show he understood but also wishing to ask questions. He couldn’t help his fear, it made sense to him after all these years of abuse and a lack of a proper parental figure, so he was relieved the man didn’t seem to try any pressure on his attention or cooperation.

It felt like they finished breakfast just as quickly as it was made. He knew the reason for that was because he didn’t feel the need to constantly look over his shoulder in fear of being snuck up on. He brought his bowl and spoon to the sink, unable to find a stool or reach the faucet to clean his dirty dishes. He looked towards Aizawa as the man walked next to him, a small smile seemed to bloom on his face as he spoke once more, just as soft as he had been earlier.

“Let me do the dishes, it’s bad to get anything on those stitches.” He told him as he gently put his hand out for the glass. Izuku gave a soft nod and handed them to him before he continued. “Thank you, Izuku.” He said calmly.

He nodded in response, “No p-problem,” leaving his mouth with a soft squeak. He really wasn’t used to such kind behavior so he made his way to the couch once more. His fingers began to pull at his hair, his bandaged hand most likely needing to be redressed for the sake of no infection. He knew this could be dangerous since he spent quite a bit of time in the middle of a germ-infested alley to hide with his open wound.

Izuku brought his eyes off the white bandages as he looked around a little. Aizawa had just disappeared down the hallway before he stepped back into the living room with a red first aid kit. He blinked in child-driven confusion at first before sitting up and offering his hand as the taller man sat in front of him, legs crossed on the floor. “Are you fine with me examining your stitches? I need to make sure none have popped and that an infection isn’t starting up.”

He nodded softly as he felt him start to unravel the wrapping. It felt good to have some pressure removed but as soon as the irritated skin and stitches were exposed to the air he wanted to whine. It felt rather cold in comparison to his flesh as he watched Aizawa gently prod and check how angry his skin was. He relaxed as little as he felt the antibacterial cream being carefully spread over the roughly closed wound and the strong stitches. He was honestly grateful for how gentle he was with his hand, quietly watching him think.

“Let's air it out for a few minutes. Just to help some of the irritation, then I’ll wrap it again. Do you wanna watch something while we wait?” Izuku smiled a little when the deep voice broke their silence. He shook his head in response before speaking up.

“I don’t really watch cartoons… Could you read?” He asked hesitantly as he rested his hand on his thigh. Aizawa seemed thrown off guard by his request but after a second the man simply nodded with a very calm smile.

“Sure, I don’t really have any kid books though.” He admitted.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Izuku said softly in retaliation as he gently began to swing his legs. He didn’t mind learning about random things through help books or just anything legible. He watched as the gears turned and he seemed to go over the many possibilities.

Aizawa ended up reading through the newspaper. It was kinda boring but at points, Izuku just enjoyed the fact the man would make sure he was listening or ask if he wanted him to switch to a different place. After around thirty minutes he gave his hand back to be re-wrapped and silently hummed to himself. He gently shifted his wrist and fingers once he got up.

Izuku let his eyes follow him as he looked down at himself. The hoodie he was allowed to wear absolutely swamped him but it was comfortable and he knew Aizawa didn’t have to let him wear it. He gave a soft huff as he started to tease the drawstrings with his harmed hand, quietly thinking to himself. “You’re not what I thought you’d be like..” He whispered letting his voice get a little louder as he saw dark eyes shift from the first aid box to his body.

He watched a small smile grace Aizawa’s lips as he responded, seemingly glad he thought so. “Mean and scary?” He asked, making a small huff escape his own lips. He smiled sheepishly in response. “Yeah... Well,” The man paused for just a moment before he continued, “I actually kind of thought you’d be kinda mean and scary too.” He said softly.

Izuku felt his face shift, shocked at his response and how he seemed so genuine. His furrowed eyebrows and somehow serious yet soft expression held more than the words he’d spoken. He couldn’t help the small whisper that left him in his moment of surprise. “Me?...” He gently held onto the drawstrings and pointed towards himself slightly as he spoke.

“Terrifying,” Aizawa confirmed, humor riding his voice as he shifted his face to make the playful word more effective. Izuku couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left him as he smiled in response. He could feel the joy it brought the man as his hand moved up and ruffled his curly hair.

Something about the moment seemed to bring something from them both. Izuku felt as if his pain had completely melted for a few seconds, his heart warmed and he felt proper glee for the first time in what seemed like forever. His emerald eyes met Aizawa’s onyx ones and he felt as if he was seeing the most important person. He didn’t know what overcame him but without another thought, he moved forward and hugged the crouching man.

He felt him hesitate for a moment before wrapping his arms around his small body, his scruffy chin resting on top of his head. Izuku felt himself slowly pull his walls down, unable to stop the tears that began to roll down his freckled cheeks as he burrowed his head against Aizawa’s collarbone. He couldn’t bring himself to let go of him, safely just bleeding from his every pour and the sound of his beating heart is enough to make him cling. Just knowing this was gonna be a good thing, he needed someone to save him and he could tell this man was going to do just that.

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Izuku had been staying with Aizawa for almost three months when their court date had been chosen. His mom had been caught driving drunk trying to find him, so she had a DUI thrown on top of the abuse charges. When the April morning finally came he was unsure of how to feel. His seventh birthday was in a few months and he knew she had to be sober because her patrol did surprise sobriety tests whenever they wanted.

He’d taken to calling his guardian dad in his head and Shouta in conversation. He knew the attachment he’d gained was probably dangerous but something about the man just told him he’d be staying no matter what. Even if he ended up in his mother’s custody, Aizawa wasn’t going to leave him.

He woke up to the smell of coffee and cat food as a familiar hand brushed his cheek. He was sleepy enough that he let the word Dad slip from him at the comforting man. He rubbed his eyes as he felt his hand parade through his curly mess of hair. The deep chuckle and footsteps that sounded to the right of him brought a smile to his sleepy face as he was spoken to. “We have court in two hours, go hop in the shower Izuku.”

At the mention of his name, Izuku listened and made his way out of his bedroom and down the hall toward the bathroom. He took a rather nice shower, relaxing in the warmth of the steamy room after he finally stepped out. The two hours passed in a silent and happy blur as he dressed and ate without any complaint. He was wearing a simple yellow button-up shirt with black dress pants his, non-official, uncle got him claiming they’d be nice. His red hightops were excused by Aizawa since they both knew shoes were a living hell for him.

Once they got into the car, the gravity of what they were about to go to start to settle on him. Izuku felt nervous and completely unsure if he was going to be forced back with his mom, sent to an orphanage, or continue his fostered life with Aizawa. He was kinda quiet as they drove. Aizawa had ended up getting him a booster seat and, while it was embarrassing, he didn’t mind it very much. He was very tired as he leaned against the window, relaxing a little bit at the nice warmth the glass had absorbed.

As they got closer, he slowly started to notice how Shouta seemed to start checking on him a little more. He knew the man was worried about him since the situation was rather stressful. He was very respectful of the fact and, honestly, he owed him a lot of hugs.

Izuku held onto his hand as they made their way into the main building before quietly creeping toward the family courtroom. He was unsure of everything as they sat down and meshed into the room. He could see his mother sitting on the opposite side of the aisle and honestly it caused him a bit of distress. He hid his head against Aizawa’s side, trying to calm himself and stay comfortable as they sat. Uncle Hizashi and Aunt Nemuri sat on either side of them as his lawyer gave him a soft smile. She seemed sweet with all the meetings she had with them.

He had to talk a lot about the past. He didn’t really like it but he also understood he had to. His mom had done a lot to him and the lawyer, after hearing all of it and examining his hospital documents, she explained some stuff and how none of what happened was his fault. She wasn’t the only person to tell him that, Aizawa and his new family had to try and help him understand. He was very tired so he went ahead and leaned against Aizawa as they waited.

When the case finally started to be spoken about and gone over. His mom kept looking over at him, trying to get his attention. Nem and Aizawa kept looking over at her, trying to get her to stop as his father figure blocked her from his view and him from hers. He was anxious as they listened to everything his mom’s lawyer said. The way he spoke made it seem like they were trying for a non-guilty verdict, but he didn’t understand why.

If his mom truly felt as bad as she seemed to, she wouldn’t be denying what happened. Izuku wanted to tell the man off and let his mom know how much it hurt. When it came to their argument, the judge seemed respectful as he listened to their argument. He didn’t like having to listen to the other lawyer object to things he knew were true. It made his blood boil with how it made his pain seem pointless.

It took a while before the judge actually spoke to him. He felt his nerves spike as he gave a small bow and tried to watch the man respectfully. Aizawa gently rubbed his back as he fidgeted and spoke up. He went through what caused his mom’s abuse up to when he ran away. He was in tears by the end of it and he was given a few minutes to compose himself. Shouta ended up scooping him up and setting him on his hip. It calmed him to be close but also because it was safe. He knew if anything happened, they’d have to get through him first.

The judge spent around 15 minutes thinking over his decision before he opted to answer them. Izuku was quick to burst into tears and cling to Aizawa as his mom was found guilty and she wasn’t allowed to be around him unless he chose to let her. His head rested on his dad’s shoulder as he was comforted and completely melted into the feeling of belonging and pure love.

His mother called out for him, begging him to look at her and speak to her. She of her regrets and apologized. She promised she was sober as she tried to grab his hand, Hizashi was quick to get between them both as Nemuri began to harass her and probably mentioned his state when she found him. The amount of noise was piling up and he knew how overwhelmed it was making him. His hands covered his ears and he could feel his father trying to rush him from the upsetting environment.

Izuku honestly just felt glad he was being protected. He wanted to go home and spend some time being loved. He needed a safe place after all of this stress. Once they returned home, his father was quick to join him in his room. Izuku had a small area formed in the corner of his room that was piled high with comfort items and blankets. He curled against Shouta’s chest with a small whimper. He was mad at his mom, mad at her lawyer, and honestly, he just wanted to be given space to grieve his lost family. His original family.

He felt like crying and he pushed his hands into his lap as he sniffled and looked up at his father figure. “W-why couldn’t my mom just… b-be honest?..” He asked quickly as he ran his fingers through his curls. He wasn’t crying but the want to was clear as his eyebrows furrowed with his frustration. “Why couldn’t she just be my mom!” He added as he quietly clenched his hands into fists. “Is everyone going to be like this? Am I not allowed to be happy or wish for it!?” He asked swiftly as he held onto Aizawa.

Izuku couldn’t contain his anger at this point, he wanted to show he was a person. His parents never seemed to care and when one of them had a chance to, she chose to hide behind lies and her own mask. He was so upset and stuck in his head that he gave a tiny noise when Shouta gently held his cheek.

“Izuku… Think of it like this… Some people care for others more than themselves. Others can’t help but be the complete opposite and even some fall in the middle. That magic is special, but not everyone you want will have it.” Aizawa spoke softly as he held onto him before a kiss was placed on his forehead. He closed his eyes and burrowed into the touch between them.

“Then… I-it must be gone… nothing i-is left…” Izuku whispered as he held onto his wrist and quietly tried to just deal with it. After all, he was just a small kid. Nothing he would do would bring it back, nothing would return the relationship he had with his mom all those years ago.

The silence felt overwhelming and at first, Izuku thought his ears had gone numb before a small squeeze of his cheek and the sound of a calming voice. “There is still magic in the world…” Aizawa said calmly as he rubbed his back.

Izuku turned his eyes toward him with a small frown. He knew the confusion he felt shown through his face but the next thing he said forced his tears to stream. “It’s you…” He started to cry as he held onto his father figure, no, onto his dad. “Do with it what you will…” He continued as he pulled him into a tight hug.

His arms wrapped around his neck, tightly squeezing as he let his silent tears drip. After everything, all his pain, fear, and suffering, he found family. He found love. “But you are, magic.” His dad continued as he gently placed his forehead against his.

“I love you, dad…” Izuku whispered as he kept his eyes closed, softly smiling at the warmth that enveloped him.

“I love you too, Sprout.”

Endnotes 

The cat names -

Asiuru - affectionate

Korāju - collage

#mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha #young midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #midnight #nemuri kayama #inko midoriya #little sprout au #gift #archive of our own #autistic?

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I feel like there should be more Camila Noceda/Bruce Wayneification fics of Inko Midoriya, no reason I just really like when a character adopts a large amount of traumatized children, i also hate when shes portrayed as an abuser. Like imma need more fics where inko adopts the villain kids in their pre villain era, maybe a young hawks. I'm tired of Dadzawa and Dadmight getting all the attention. Mamadoriya for the win💪🏽

Mom for all memes:

#mama midoriya #mamadoriya #inko midoriya #midoriya inko #bruce wayne #camila noceda #adoption aus #camila🤝🏽bruce🤝🏽inko: adopting a large group of traumatized children #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #batfam #batman comics #toh #the owl house #dc #dadzawa #dad might #mom for all au #hisashi midoriya is not afo #hisashi midoriya #mfa!Hisashi does actually work overseas

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REQUESTED - Take it Slow - Izuku M.

Ok, so my request is about Adult!Husband!Prohero Midoriya Izuku x Wife!Kind! Female Reader. They have a daughter who is a baby and Reader is taking care of Izuku after his work with a nice dinner, a bath and a massage and Reader is wearing some lingerie so things get a little hot in there

Sure! I hope you enjoy, I put my soul into this smut lol. Also congratulations on being my first request! (Also my Submission form was kinda bugged when you submitted it so I didn't get to tag you. Sorry!)

Word count: 3482

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: smut, breeding kink, very very mature. NSFW

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This is the full version of the story!

“A baba.” You look down at your toddler, she’s got her hands stretched out as she repeats the same words over and over. “A baba, a baba.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll get your baba in a second.” You smile warmly at your daughter before you scan the room for her beloved stuffed rabbit, Baba. It had become her constant companion, providing comfort and security in moments of both joy and distress

As you search through the scattered toys and blankets, you can’t help but remember the day your husband had brought that rabbit home. You had told him not to buy your daughter anymore toys since he spoiled her enough, but his argument was that your daughter's eyes had lit up with excitement when she clutched the fluffy rabbit tightly and they formed an instant bond. So he couldn’t just not buy it.

Finally, you spot Baba peeking out from beneath a pile of colorful blocks. With a sense of relief, you pick up the rabbit and hand it to your daughter, who eagerly takes it into her arms, hugging it tightly.

"A baba," she repeats, her smile widening.

You watch as she runs off, holding Baba close, her tiny legs wobbling with determination. You smile, she definitely gets that from her father. You return to the kitchen to continue cooking, it was the late afternoon and you figured you treat your husband to a surprise tonight.

His mother would be picking up your daughter anytime soon, so it gave you and him the house to yourselves.

As you prepare the ingredients for the special meal, the aroma of spices fills the air, adding to the anticipation of the evening. You can’t help but think about the journey that brought you and your husband here. 

It had been a whirlwind romance, filled with laughter, shared dreams, and a deep connection. From the moment you met, you knew you had found your soulmate. And together you built a life based on trust and love.

As the sound of the doorbell resonates through the house, you quickly wipe your hands on a kitchen towel and rush to greet your mother-in-law. Inko exchanges warm smiles with you, knowing the evening would be a special surprise for her son. 

“You take care now,” she says, she wasn’t as young as she used to be. “Tell Izuku that I said hi.”

“I will mom!” You say, watching her lead your daughter to her car. With her happily settled with her grandmother, you and Izuku would finally have a quiet moment to reconnect. He’s been working heavy overtime lately, and you wanted to give him a chance to relax. You missed him. 

As you check the clock, you realize that time is slipping away, and you want everything to be perfect for Izuku's arrival. You move with focused determination, ensuring that every detail of the meal is in place. The tantalizing aroma of his favorite dishes fills the kitchen, adding to the anticipation that fills the air.

Once everything is set up to your satisfaction, you quickly throw your apron off, tossing it into the laundry room. 

The door opens, and you hear the familiar sound of Izuku's footsteps as he enters the house. You take a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you wait for him to finish taking off his boots and enter the room. The moment you've been waiting for has arrived.

With a warm smile, Izuku steps into the kitchen and his eyes widen at the sight before him. The table is beautifully set, the soft glow of candles casting a warm and intimate ambiance. He’s still got his uniform on, halfway unzipped showing off some of his biceps. 

"Welcome home, Izuku," you softly. "I wanted to surprise you and create a special evening, just for us."

He looks at you, his tiredness fading as he takes in the effort you've put into making this moment memorable. You could still see the exhaustion of his workday in his face, but it was fine, tonight was about him anyway. 

"Wow, I can't believe you did all this," he says, “just for me?”

You walk over, smoothing your hands on his shoulders, "yes, just for you," you reply. Voice filled with warmth and affection. "You've been working so hard lately, I wanted to take care of you."

You could tell how fatigued he was by the way his body melted from the small amounts of pressure you put on his skin."I wanted to remind you how much you mean to me," you continue, moving to stand in front of him, you cup his cheeks. "You're my hero, not just in the world of heroes, but in our everyday life as well."

A smile tugs at the corners of Izuku's lips, and he leans down to kiss you. Before his lips could reach yours, you place a finger at his lips, smirking. “Oh wait a second, you’re gonna have to wait for that.”

As his lips move to protest, you start to push his body towards the stairs, he’s quite heavy so most of the movement you’re able to get out of him is really him willingly letting you push him around.

“You need a bath mister.”

Izuku chuckles but he goes along with it, allowing himself to be gently guided toward the stairs. You lead him upstairs, making your way to the bathroom. The room is already prepared, with soft lighting, scented candles, and a warm bath ready to soothe away the stresses of the day. It's a haven of tranquility, inviting him to unwind and rejuvenate.

As you help him undress, your touch lingers on every sensitive spot you know on his body. Most of them deep scars he earned from battles. Each swipe over his skin as you help him remove his gear, conveying tenderness and desire. 

“Enjoy your bath sweetie,” you say with a warm smile, ready to turn around and leave so your husband can enjoy his warm soak. But he grabs your arm.

His grip on your arm is gentle yet firm, preventing you from turning away. You meet his gaze, surprised by the intensity in his eyes.

"I don't want to be alone," Izuku says softly, his voice filled with longing.

Your heart skips a beat at his words, and a surge of warmth courses through your veins. You knew if you had gotten into that tub with him, you’d probably lose control of the course of the entire night, but you couldn’t say no to that face. 

Without a word, you step closer to him, your eyes locked in an unspoken understanding. The desire between you intensifies, and it was his turn to undress you. He sides off your loose blouse and tosses it over with his suit, before your pants go with them. Now you were both naked. 

With a tender touch, Izuku guides you into the bathtub, his arms wrapping around you protectively as the warm water embraces both of you. The steam rises, creating an ethereal atmosphere as you find yourselves immersed in an intimate sanctuary.

The water remained at a perfect temperature, you keep note in your mind that you should probably thank Izuku for having the bathroom warmers installed. Though you had called them useless at first, they came quite in handy.

“How do you feel baby?” You were laid on top of Izuku's chest, some of the bubbled water hitting your face everytime he moved slightly.

“Perfect.” He mumbles, the warm water like a blanket lulling him to sleep. “I love you so much.” You feel his arms tighten around you, creating a sense of safety and comfort.

But the cuteness of the moment is held at a pause as your husband cups your ass, giving it a soft squeeze. You almost squeak at the sudden surprise, and only lift your head to stare him in the eyes.

He’s got an innocent grin on his face, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You chuckle at the unexpected playfulness, appreciating the way he can effortlessly bring joy and laughter into even the most intimate moments. 

Izuku's hands gently roam, his touch both tender and tantalizing. The warmth of the water and the closeness between you intensify the sensations, creating a delightful mix of pleasure and connection.

“Mm Izuku, too fast,” you mumble. “Tonight is about you.”

“And I wanna touch you,” he says softly. “I wanna take care of my wife.”

"You're incorrigible," you say, shaking your head, your smile widening. "Just enjoy the bath baby, let me take care of you."

He doesn’t respond with anything, put a small pout, and you lay abc onto his chest listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. The bath continues in serene silence, the atmosphere filled with unspoken words and the bond you share. You cherish these quiet moments, where you can simply be present with each other, without the need for words or actions.

By the time your fingers begin to wrinkle, you know it’s time to leave the comforting embrace of the bathtub. With care, you help Izuku stand and step out, wrapping him in a soft towel. The air feels cooler against your damp skin, but the warmth between you lingers, radiating from within.

You command him to go get dressed and meet you downstairs, despite his want to lay in bed with you in his arms. As Izuku heads off to get dressed, you take a moment to towel off and dig into the further cabinet by the sink, hidden inside was the key to making this a memorable night.

You loved the way it fit on you, the snugness of the black lingerie held up everything in a perfect way that made you look absolutely delectable. You slip a comfortable rope over it, the soft fabric hugs your skin, offering a gentle reminder of the intimacy you just shared. With a contented smile, you make your way downstairs, your anticipation building.

You exit the bathroom, Izuku is still dressing himself, so without bringing any attention to your figure, you quickly slip out of the room and head downstairs.

In the living room, you light a few more candles, creating a cozy and intimate ambiance. Soft music fills the air, setting the mood for the evening. The table is already set with your husband's favorite dishes, carefully prepared with love and attention to detail.

As Izuku enters the room, dressed in fresh clothes, he walks into the kitchen immediately taking a seat at the dining table, where his favorite dish sat in front of him. You walk over with two wine glasses, placing one by him and one by your plate. Though Izuku was much for wine, he didn’t mind it for today. 

Taking your seat next to him, you raise your glass in a toast. "To us," you say. Izuku reciprocates the gesture, clinking his glass against yours, and you take a moment to appreciate the love and connection you share.

As you both dig into the delicious meal, the flavors dance on your taste buds, creating a symphony of delight. The conversation flows effortlessly, filled with laughter, shared memories, and plans for the future. Each bite is savored, a celebration of your love and the effort you put into creating this special evening.

The soft music playing in the background adds a touch of romance to the atmosphere, creating a backdrop for your intimate conversations. The flickering candlelight casts a warm and gentle glow, enhancing the sense of closeness between you.

Between bites and sips of wine, you steal glances at Izuku, admiring the way his eyes light up when he talks about his dreams and passions. You listen attentively, cherishing the moments of vulnerability and openness that deepen your connection.

As the night progresses, the plates are cleared away, and dessert is brought out. You share bites of sweetness, feeding each other with affectionate smiles. The conversation becomes softer, more intimate, as you reflect on the journey that brought you here, to this moment of love and togetherness.

With contented hearts and satisfied appetites, you both lean back in your chairs, basking in the afterglow of the evening. The flickering candle flames and the gentle music continue to fill the room, creating an ambiance of peace and serenity.

As the night draws to a close, you rise from the table, a small tug at your robe. As it falls to the floor, revealing the black lingerie you had hidden beneath, Izuku's eyes widen in surprise. His gaze locks with yours, his breath catching in his throat. The atmosphere in the room shifts, charged with anticipation.

A slow smile spreads across your face as you take a step closer to him, your movements infused with confidence and a touch of playfulness. The flickering candlelight casts sensual shadows on your bare skin, accentuating your curves and creating an alluring silhouette.

Izuku's gaze traces every inch of your exposed body, his desire evident in the way his eyes darken with longing. He stands up, unable to tear his eyes away from you, and takes a step closer, closing the distance between you.

“You look..beautiful.” He says. “I’m gonna tear that thing off of you if you make me wait any longer.”

You let out a soft chuckle, you guide Izuku backward, leading him toward the couch. The anticipation builds with each step, your bodies drawn together by a magnetic force. As you reach the plush cushions of the couch, your hands reach out to gently caress his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

"As much as I can't resist you," you whisper, your voice laced with desire. "Tonight is about you, my love."

You push him down onto the couch, fall with him and straddling his chest. Izuku's breath hitches, his eyes filled with passion and reverence. He nods, understanding the unspoken agreement between you. Tonight, you are determined to focus solely on his pleasure. 

With a slow, tantalizing pace, you begin to undress him, letting your fingers trail along his body, igniting sparks of desire. Each article of clothing falls to the floor, revealing the sculpted contours of his physique. 

As he sits bare underneath you, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of his form. His muscles ripple with strength and his scars tell stories of his heroic journey. Your hands continue their exploration, tracing a path of pleasure over his skin. Each touch is deliberate, seeking to elicit sighs and shivers of delight from him.

With your eyes locked in a passionate gaze, you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, your hands still caressing his thighs. Your lips brush against his skin, leaving a trail of kisses as you make your way higher. The anticipation builds, the air thick with desire.

As you reach his dick, your touch becomes more purposeful, and you stare at him as you slowly move your hand up and down the shaft. He groans, leaning his head back but not daring to take his eyes off you.

With a small smirk, you lower your lips down to his cock. Your mouth finding a rhythm to bring him pleasure. The room is filled with the sounds of his gasps and moans, the symphony of his pleasure guiding your every movement.

Time seems to lose meaning as you immerse yourself in the act of giving him pleasure. The only thing that matters in this moment is Izuku's satisfaction, his every need and desire met with devotion and skill.

Your tongue feels everything, every vein popping out of his cock, every shiver and every groan. You relished in the vibrations his moans would bring to your mouth, each of them bringing a warm spoke of desire to your cunt. 

As the waves of pleasure crash over him, his hand finds the back of your hand, keeping your lips wrapped around him as he finds release, his body trembling with the intensity of his climax. 

His cum is so smooth it slides down your throat with ease. You gasp for air once you’re finally freed and smile at your husband. You rise to your feet, your eyes meeting his, both of you breathless and satisfied.

Despite the heavy release, his cock is still hard, typical of your husband. With all his energy, he could cum down your throat 5 times and still be able to take more. His hands cup your hips as you straddle him once again.

“You already worked so hard baby, let me take care of you now,” he says, still catching his breath. You grind down a little, hips moving in a hypnotizing way. Izuku seems to lose his words, at the way the soaked panties felt on his bare cock.

“Oh my god you’re wet,” his head fell back, leaning against the back of the wall. 

You giggle at his reaction, gripping his shoulders tightly as you focused on the pleasure just grinding on him was giving you. A small moan emits from your lips as the pleasure starts to build up, but before you could top it off, Izuku stills you.

Izuku's grip on your hips tightens, his touch commanding your attention. You let out a disappointed huff and meet his stern eye, the air heavy with anticipation. 

“As beautiful as you look just getting off by grinding on me,”  he whispers, his voice husky with desire. His hand reaches down there, fiddling with the soaked fabric to pull it to the side and create an opening for him to stick his cock through. “I need you. Right now.”

You nod, a smile playing on your lips. It was quite funny for him to be this needy, since it was usually the opposite on any other night. You shift slightly, settling down and allowing the cock to slide in between your folds. With another push, he’s entered inside you. 

You both moan at the same time, your bodies remaining close, limbs entangled, as you indulge in the slow, deliberate movements that enhance the pleasure you share.

Izuku's hands roam your body, tracing every curve, every contour, as if committing them to memory. His touch is gentle and deliberate, igniting sparks of pleasure that reverberate through your entire being. With each caress, he explores your desires, taking the time to understand and respond to the subtle cues of your body.

“Fuck baby,” he says. “Gonna put another baby in you.”

Your movements become a dance of passion and connection, a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by your shared desires. His hands are glued to your ass, spreading your cheeks every time you push down on his cock.

He groans, panting heavily as your velvety walls spasm around his dick, and he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand holding your back as he easily picks you up and drops you onto the couch. He hits new lengths at this intimate angle, starting up a punishing rhythm.

With every thrust he pulls you back into home with a bruising grip. He brings a hand up and presses it to your sensitive clit, moaning loudly as you tightened up. He relishes in the feeling, and begins to swirl the nub with his fingers.

You mewl at the feel, moans now almost broken as you cry out in oversitulation. He watches as your body quivers, loving the erotic sight of you being stretched around him. He loved how your nails dug into his back, sometimes pressing into his more sensitive scars, it ignited a fire within that couldn’t be put out. 

Your voice eventually gives out from all the screaming, and you're only able to whimper as your orgasm slammed into you. Izuku fingers are now coated with your juices as they seem to splatter everywhere with everyone of his thrusts.

He continued to fuck you through it though, almost losing his mind from the wet sounds of each splatter. As his own climax was approaching he let the music of your sobs carry him through his release. You were too warm to pull out of, so he buried himself inside of your pulsing hole, and flooded you with his thick cum. 

He doesn’t pull out yet, barely holding himself above you as he catches his breath. Your body jolts with spikes of pleasure as each rope of cum spurts out of him. He chuckles at your form, comparing how confident you had looked earlier to how fucked you looked now.

He leans down and licks off the little drool stuck on your lip before finally pulling out. He goes slow so he doesn’t break you, but the movement makes you moan loudly anyway. He strokes out the last bit of cum he’s got onto your stomach. 

With a smirk, he admires his work proudly. “That should be enough to get you pregnant again.”

©LuvloveUni

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[strawhatkia]

luvr boy.

INCLUDES ! izuku midoriya x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! general relationship headcanons with izuku !

WARNINGS ! cursing, fem!black! reader, we still in high school y’all, a little uraraka slander (read to understand), edited

WORD COUNT ! 1.6k

A/N ! another repost, i had to break it up bc it was a lot of text - izuku motherfucking midoriya. the blasian himself. isaiah niggadoriya. him with a black female? him with a melanated goddess? i think it god’s greatest gift to give izuku ‘deku’ midoriya a beautiful, melanated, healing black woman and for me to write about it.❤️🥰 also, i hate the way uraraka is written and i will not hold back

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pretty boy- the prettiest 

alright!! let’s start with wash day!!

…nigga did not know shit-

 poor baby grew up with inko, bless her straight headed soul, so he had no clue how to probably take care of his hair

all he had was h e a t  d a m a g e

“zuku, how do you do your hair?” “huh?” “like what do you do?” “uh well, nothing really, i just wash it, that’s it.” “…” “what? why are you making that face- IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY HAIR?!?”

everything…everything is wrong…

aight sis, grab yo detangler, rat-tail comb, hard brush, sulfate-free shampoo, co-wash, conditioner, deep conditioner, protein treatment, all your oils, patience, and strength

and for the love of everything that is great- throw away his 3-in-1 before he give me a fucking heart attack

chile- you couldn’t even see his fucking scalp. his hair was so matted and curled up tightly together that it hurt to look at it 

don’t let him go out this house like this no mo, hear me?

but it’s nothing you can’t fix, give the lil boy head some TLC and watch them curls pop!

first wrap that towel around his shoulders, put a pillow on the floor and sit him down in between ya legs and start the marathon of old all might and black people movies you gon’ be there for a while

lil boy would not sit still and he was tender-headed pick a struggle; at this point it was either get popped by you or suffer the pain from his scalp…he chose the latter

mans almost fell asleep while you was shampooing his hair and when you put the hot oil treatment on his scalp- slumber  

after everything, you twisted his hair and gave him a bonnet

“uhm...why are you giving me a hat?” you almost slapped the taste outta his damn mouth

after explaining, he put it on; little did he know it was an expect copy to yours, just a different size

“baby, we’re matching!” ”yes, izu, we are. do you wanna take pictures?” you have just made his night. 

the pictures were posted all over insta and has them pinned on his account you betta bet mina was all in the damn comment section ; later, he would print them out and put them on his desk so he can look at when he sat down or went to bed

when you took his hair down the next day, he went to the mirror and baby had stars in his eyes

“it looks so cool!” “i’m glad you like it, izu”

he talks about you to all might all the fucking time to the point they both know you better than ya damn self

which is really annoying because all might be wanting them "one on one" talks and it will irk you to talk to him because everything will be "but young midoriya said..."

to be honest, he went to all might for love advice....don’t ever let him do that again. mans was using the most corniest lines but since it was izuku, he got away with- tell me you not cheesing thinking about him saying the "roses are red, violets are blue line" with the cutest blush...im waiting

golden hour, his favorite time of the day

this man will drop everything just to see you at golden hour like when the sun is just starting to set, he will rush into ya dorm room just to watch you

it's like therapy for him to see you relaxing under the setting sun and see your brown skin shining, i just feel like this time would be the time he reminds himself that he is incredibly lucky to have you and will literally do anything to keep you relaxed like this

"zuku babes, what are you looking at?" "nothing~" "whew boy you are so far gone" "hm?" "oh! uh...love you !" "hm, love you too~"

side note: ...if you hear a camera click, don't be surprised

izuku loves affection, giving and receiving

his giving love languages is acts of service and a lil bit of quality time; his receiving love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

so it’s important that you meet in the middle and give him praise, shit works like a charm

go up to him, pat and rub his curls and tell him that he did a good job and one of two things will happen

one: he'll tear up a lot and ask if you're sure or two: he'll blush really fucking hard

as for his giving love, he'll just kinda follow you now until he is told to leave. don’t do that. just don’t.

let him leave on his own, you'll make him feel like he's bothering you otherwise 

ask him for cuddles, he’ll drop almost anything he is doing to do so

even if you just drop hints about it, he’ll just smile and just take you somewhere quiet before sitting down or laying down to take a nap with you (nap dates with zuku !)

i think my heart just busted outta my chest i love him so fucking much

if you wanna match his acts of service, when he’s sick or just really busy at hero work studies, take notes for him in class. he will love you forever i promise. 

and best believe, that he wants your attention on him at all times

remember them head pats? let’s say you give them to todoroki or tsu for doing some reason

poor thing is definitely sitting in a corner somewhere sulking

he doesn’t want to get upset because that’s his friends and he's glad that you are getting along but he would be lying if he didn't feel a little salty about it

later on, he will ask for some and if you refuse for any reason, he’ll look at you like you just tore out his heart…cause ya did

and GOD FORBID if you give more attention to bakugo instead of him…it is now in God’s hands

he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking away from bakugo, not before throwing him a glare which later on ensues another fight between them

he only did it because he doesn’t like you getting too close to bakugo, no matter how much he cares about him being his childhood friend

i would like to think there's always that underlying fact that yes, you can handle yourself, but he also knows just how capable bakugou is and lowkey does not want to risk it

please remind him that you do love him and that he is a good boyfriend with all the hugs, cuddles, and all that other good shit

he loves to write about you in his notes, he has AT LEAST 4 notebooks about everything about you as well as somethings he wish to say to you and a little souvenirs from moments between you two that he found special

he has a special item from the time he figured out that he loved you and wrote down in detail what happened and how he felt about it 

when you find these notebooks, do not, i repeat, DO NOT tell him that you found. just take the damn notebook while you can and run

give it back and you'll never see it again.

but most definitely tell him about all the things you read and watch him turn bright red

“so, you did get jealous when I gave Sero that hug the other day?” “HUH?!?!? H- H- HOW DID YOU FIND OUT!!?” “*holds up notebook marked ‘Y/n L/n’* Maybe because wrote about it…in detail” *cue the screams of embarrassment and horror*

nah but the amount of times the boy has gone off on a tangent about the little things he loves about you in there will get you flustered-

for drama sake, let’s talk about uraraka

short story: you almost knocked that bitch teeth in

long story: yes, deku used to like her and yes, she almost got him but that did not work out and guess who got him first ! tbh, you started out good friends with uraraka apart from the dekusquad but she never told you about her lil crush until it was too damn late !  

and little miss thing was not happy about it; “after all this time…he gets with her!!”

i think you noticed at first her lil sly ass actions and remarks but don’t give in, let her make a fool of herself and watch her run around in circles

be calm and stay two steps ahead, it will work out in your favor ! and it did !

the next person that noticed was tsu, however, she was on your side about this because she hates petty shit and people so what uraraka was doing was not to her liking at all ! 

the other two, iida and shoto, caught on to it (iida wanting uraraka to at least remain civil and shoto just watching from afar) but deku remained oblivious for a while

he just wanted to be friends with everyone so he kinda just...didn't notice or thought she was mad about something else

i feel like uraraka would get beside herself and start saying reckless ass shit to express her frustration but it would only end up with her getting her ass beat and shunned from the group until she got her act together

you can guess what she said but all imma say is….she really lost her god damn mind and paid the price

what's worse is she really did try to make it seem like you stole from her...but dum dum was the one who didn't speak up? until the very last minute? which...sounds like a personal problem? sssoooooo, stay mad?

everyone in class did figure it out and it was just lowkey sad to see her get so messy but in the end !

izuku loves you very much and would do anything for you 

you are his happiness and he’s thinking about spending forever with you

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[dark-elf-writes]

You say 'Oboro gets to live out every himbo dream and marries a Milf' and what I hear 'HOUSE HUSBAND OBORO, MALEWIFE OBORO'

Text vs subtext

Oboro who lives in an apron when he’s off duty that’s definitely too small for his bulk and doesn’t actually cover much of his clothes because it’s definitely Inko’s but he doesn’t care. He likes the pink and a little dirt on his clothes has never scared him anyway. Oboro who makes the cutest bentos for Izuku and Inko complete with the little faces and no one can believe it when one day Inko forgets her lunch and FUCKING LOUD CLOUD half in his hero uniform because he was on his way to patrol runs in to give it to her and he’s MASSIVE compared to her but she presses a kiss to his cheek right by all that scarring and he just melts. Oboro who knows Izuku doesn’t like wearing matching socks so he pairs them based on size and hero team ups rather than actual pairs when he does laundry.

#acerbicangryeel #mha #bnha #oboro shirakumo #inko midoriya #I think I’m gonna call this #pretty young thing au

[deusvervewrites]

For this ask game!

Midoriya gets Flect Turn’s quirk

There's a joke here about that snippet I wrote where AFO!Inko murders Flect and steals his Quirk for Izuku but I don't care enough about Flect to tell it.

One day when Midoriya was 2 or 3, his skin suddenly turned luminescent green! Realizing that he got his Quirk, Midoriya was super excited about it! Right up until he went to hug his mom and a wave of energy knocked her back. Luckily, being a young child making light contact, it didn't really hurt her, but it freaks him out.

Bakugou fucking hates Midoriya's Quirk. Midoriya is basically immune to his Quirk and worse reflects it back at him! How can Bakugou prove that he's the strongest now? And if he's not the strongest... what does that make him? Midoriya meanwhile becomes touch-averse out of fear of hurting others, though Inko's unwavering support means that he never develops the "I am unable to form meaningful human connections" thing that Flect had. Growing up, he also struggles with how he keeps Reflecting things he wants to pick up or use.

Izuku's Quirk struggles lead to him becoming a massive Quirk Nerd like his is in canon because he loves seeing people overcome their Quirk problems or come up with creative uses for their Quirks. This eventually leads to him realizing that since his Quirk is an emitter there must be a way to control it properly.

By the time UA rolls around, he hasn't found a way to disable it, but he can redirect the energy from his Reflecting, allowing him to propel himself by Reflecting off of surfaces. It also means that when Uraraka stops him from falling he had to quickly blast the ground to avoid hitting her.

The entrance exam is easy for someone who can rip the robots apart by touching them while also turning their attacks against them. He ends up in 1-A as per my headcanons on why students are assigned to what class. Aziawa's Erasure turning off Reflect is what really helps him make massive strides in controlling the Quirk

+1. Inko is way less stressed about Izuku wanting to be a Hero seeing as his Quirk makes him pretty untouchable.

#asks #ask game #ask game series 16 #reflection au

[gentrychild]

Au where some of the kids die during the summer camp attack.

1 - The kids who die are Momo, the 1-B kid who carried her away from the chainsaw noumu in canon (well, this time, he wasn't fast enough), Aoyama (tried to protect another student and was killed by Twice for it), the poltergeist girl from 1-B and Bakugou (Tomura was very miffed that Dabi had the bright idea to throw fire at the boy with explosive sweat).

2 - UA doesn't get shut down (it's a close call with the public outrage, especially as people are kinda right in pointing out that the security was nowhere near enough, even without taking into account the previous villain attacks) but Nedzu is fired and replaced by someone from the HPSC.

3 - Izuku wants to come back to school anyway. Inko laughs in his face. Out of the question. He has been attacked by villains three times since the school year started. He is getting homeschooled until she finds him a non heroic school for him to study. The other parents in 1-A have similar reactions, even Endeavor is not impressed with UA failing to protect its students.

4 - All Might is trying not to show it but students dying while he wasn't here greatly affected him. He is falling back into his depression and he is having nightmares about Young Midoriya dying. The fact he has to announce his retirement soon doesn't help things.

5 - All that to say that the kids become vigilantes and must hide it from their parents. The League of Villains and the many villain groups inspired by them are suddenly hunted down by very short vigilantes.

+ 1 - UA's current administration is really annoyed that they have lost so many of their hero students and the HPSC is starting to consider the idea of recruiting this new wave of vigilantes.

#5 headcanons game #closed ask game