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bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture · 4 years

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Alright, and I am back with another update! But first, some stuff a friend noticed in the first few pages and mentioned to me that I didn’t take in when I went over them on my own the first time:

The park they’re in as kids is pretty close to the apartment complex Izuku and his mom live in! Considering that said apartment complex is right there in the background. Which probably isn’t a huge thing, but a neat thing to note.

The age these kids manifest their quirks at seems to be more preteen / teenage years, though I don’t know whether that’s just because it is later activation or because there were (subtle) quirks before that, with the glowing baby just being the one that had people sit up and realize something was actually going on.

Endeavor ad! And it has the time of that event that day, too - 8:14 AM! I wonder what he’s advertising… or perhaps it’s a news report? An interview of some kind? It might just be a ‘breaking news, we got Endeavor on our channel’ sort of thing. The only part that I can read is the first three katakana for the biggest text, which is ‘E-n-de’ and matches the wiki’s katakana for ‘Endeavor’. If anyone can get a good enough look at the smaller text in order to tell me what the rest says, I would appreciate it!

Just a few things, but obviously I need to up my observation game if I want to catch all this stuff!

[No. 1 - Midoriya Izuku: Origin]

So now we’re at Aldera / Orudera Junior High, with Izuku’s class being in their last year before high school. Since Japan’s schools start on the second week of April, we know this has to be that first week of school, because Katsuki’s still 14 and his birthday is April 20th, which would almost always be the third week of April / second week of school.

What is that writing stance. You are going to have an old man’s back by the time you graduate high school. I mean, I wouldn’t know anything about that personally, cough cough…

Anyways! We get a look at Izuku’s class and their quirks, and what a collection. Also, with an attitude like that, no wonder this school is seen as bad, like, what the fuck dude. Not exactly a competent homeroom teacher, are you?

The ones that I can see, from leftmost row to rightmost row, are [1] floating hair, stretchy fingers, dark matter, [2] smokey arms, spike fists, stretchy eyes, frog throat, some sort of flash/illumination quirk, [3] rocky body, ???, stretchy neck, flamethrower arms, extra arms, [4] sharp hair, big chompers, wedge face, [quirkless], mouth face (seen in the next panel and holy FUCK new sleep paralysis demon), [5] horns, telekinesis, [explosion], buff bod, ???, [6] wind control, ???

WHY.

But yeah, this also establishes the first rule of ‘don’t use quirks in school’ thing that… also gets promptly ignored the several other times we see stuff set in this school. Which, what a shock, people sort of sliding around inconvenient rules.

Anyways, Katsuki has proven that he hasn’t changed since those first few childhood panels way back (checks) ten pages ago. And Izuku is being… very shy and trying to avoid drawing attention. But no shaking, particularly, just… wallflower mode, more like.

But yeah, Katsuki is not exactly on great terms with the rest of the class, who are rightfully pissed off at him treating them rudely and calling them extras. Though honestly, I’m surprised that they’re surprised he’s aiming for UA, it’s not like he wouldn’t have been obvious about that for, like, years at this point. You’d think they’d all roll their eyes and be like ‘yeah yeah we’ve heard this spiel before’ or something. IDK.

Oh man, and Izuku already KNOWS what’s coming, look at how he’s hiding his face!

Katsuki is, of course, Fucking Extra and hops on his desk, and gets right into bragging, where, AGAIN, this should have been stuff this class has known about for ages, why are they so shocked?? And huh, interesting, he’s not only interested in surpassing All Might, but also in being one of the richest people in the world. Wow, I cannot even with him, especially knowing he lives in this house in particular:

Which, it should be clear, is an EXPENSIVE lifestyle when most families live in modest apartments because of space being so valuable in Japan.

God this is a fantastic image. I wanna frame it on a wall somewhere. Hori managed to convey all the emotions in one face and I admire the man for it.

With the whole class laughing, there’s a thing I want to note that fandom seems to not pay attention to: they note that Izuku gets good grades! I’ve seen fics that basically have him forced to sabotage his own grades to avoid getting backlash, but like… no, I don’t think that’s actually a thing.

[Also an aside, we finally see one more class quirk, which seems to be some sort of bulked up arm? It looks a bit like mummy bandages, as far as I can tell.]

Izuku gets into defending himself, saying there’s no precedent, but he IS defending himself against them, so again, he’s not cowering as much as some people seem to think he does based on fics, and clearly he’s still willing to stand up for himself to some degree.

...then of course, Katsuki blows up Izuku’s desk and sends Izuku sprawling. And is pissed that Izuku apparently thinks he, who is quirkless, can somehow be on the same level as Katsuki. Izuku swears up and down that it’s not about Katsuki, that he just really wants to try, and this somehow pisses Katsuki off even more.

I want you all to remember this image - save it on your computers, bookmark this post, whatever you need to do. We’ll come back to it in, oh (checks watch) about 284 chapters. Or maybe sooner in a separate post where I can put it under read more and avoid spoiling people more than this does. Because DAMN can I gush on this moment.

Anyways, we have a change of scene, right after noon, with a thief with a sludge transformation and,,,,,,,, legs and pants,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Where the fuck did those pants go, sir. Sir. What the fuck, sir.

Also, we get our first meeting with the OG dad, the sunflower man himself, who blooms into 255 kilos of muscle in one panel. Also, man I forgot about the fucking giraffe neck Hori used to draw him with, holy heck, why are you so l o n g.

L O N G.

...right, anyways, back to the school, which is apparently over for the day. The rest of the class is heading out, and Izuku’s back to his chipper self, even humming a happy note as he grabs his notebook-

Before Katsuki nabs it from his hands. There are a few people who’ve hung back who notice the title and pick fun at izuku, so I guess Izuku actually… doesn’t talk about his desire to be a hero that much in middle school, if the others are all so surprised about it. He apparently doesn’t even make his notebooks obvious to them, since this is the first time any of them seem to be seeing it. Which I mean, it makes sense if the class will tease him for it, but like. Even with Katsuki stealing the book, Izuku’s not super panicked or having a nervous breakdown.

But yeah, Katsuki just blasts the book, but! It’s just the cover singed (and edges) when we know he could have demolished that book entirely. Again, he’s definitely being a bully and a jerk here, but he’s got way more self-control than fandom likes to assume.

Izuku’s upset because of his damaged notebook, and Katsuki just huffs and throws it out the window while saying he’s gonna be the only kid from Aldera to go to UA. And Izuku, EVEN WHILE STRESSING, thinks of him as vain for thinking that way! That’s not the first thought of someone too terrified to do anything.

Edit: As pointed out to me in [this post], it was Katsuki’s crony who was thinking of him as vain, not Izuku. My bad!

Also note the lack of damage to Izuku’s school uniform. I know I’ve seen fics where there’s a hole made and a burn scar left that Izuku has to tend to, but Katsuki, again, has not directly used his quirk against Izuku. We’ve never seen it, just the smoke and flash used for intimidation. I’m getting more and more confident that Katsuki has never actually used his quirk against a person, which I’m probably gonna get a bit more into during the battle training in a few chapters.

But yeah, the cronies / extras basically call Izuku lame and that he can’t face reality. And then we get this scene:

That’s not the face of someone afraid. That’s Izuku’s determined face.

Izuku is about to stand up to Katsuki again. The way he always has, the way he always will. There has never been a point in the series where Izuku has NOT stood up to Katsuki when he feels it matters, and that’s part of the reason Katsuki is so pissed with him every time he does - because Izuku REFUSES to see his place! Not once!

(Please, for the love of god, respect the Izuku who didn’t need a quirk to stand up to others. Who isn’t ‘broken’ or ‘terrified’ of Katsuki or anything like that. He’s a stubborn kid and we Stan That.)

Izuku, however, is not confident enough in this situation to want to press the issue, so he relents and says nothing when Katsuki prods him to escalate things. And then we immediately get to the ‘you idiot, don’t fucking suicide bait!’ but you can tell it’s been a stressful few moments for him.

So yeah, the summary of this section is ‘Izuku is not an uwu suffering babey, and Katsuki is way more restrained than people seem to think.’

I’m cutting it off here since, again, we got a lot of info and character examination, and honestly this whole chapter is a long ass one (55 pages!!!!) and it’s establishing the entire setting from the ground up. And honestly, I’m just vibing in being Right about how I’ve been viewing the characters at the start of the series… even if i am guilty of sometimes playing with fanon for my own means…

Still, this is fun! Hopefully y’all are having fun too!

#chapter 1 #opening arcs #readthrough #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #yagi toshinori #we respect canon characterizations in this household #I love how hori handles characters and I will definitely be taking notes through this #this time with the formatting done BEFORE I post it

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yinxiong · 6 years

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the sun is always setting somewhere else

Characters: Lee Haechan x Reader (3rd person perspective)

Genre: drabble + fluff, oneshot

Word count: 2428

Summary: all that glitters is not gold, but maybe the boy who walks in sunlight would beg to differ.

Notes: inspired by Lisa Oppenheim’s photograph series I saw at a museum recently (should definitely search it up). also not really sure where this story went, or why it ends so badly, but it used up the last of my fanfic juices, so enjoy :)) (also for my evil hyuck stans @hyu-ck and @thorns-and-bumpy-roads <3)

she’s stuck.

stuck in her room, stuck in her house, stuck in the suffocating world of pretty dresses and shoes and glitter and money, money, money.

she’s sick of it.

“if you’re so sick of it, why don’t you just leave?”

she glares at the boy lounging on her king-sized bed, sinking into the plush velvet pillows as he taps away on his nintendo.

“easy for you to say. you’re just working here for the summer. you don’t have to live in this ugly world of gold forever.”

“yeah, but you can at least leave the house. no one is stopping you from going down to the carpark and taking one of those oh, i don’t know, shiny porsches and making a run down the hill. i’d say you’d get halfway to the main gate before they even notice your room is empty.” he snaps the gum in his mouth and blows a bubble, eyes fixed on the screen and not even sparing her a single glance. (not that she cared, or anything. she doesn’t care for much these days.)

“might i remind you that the reason i’m grounded right now is because i tried to do that last week with my father’s motorbike?”

he simply shrugs and pops another bubble, “you just chose the wrong vehicle. those things don’t cover like my shiny four-wheelers. plus, why would you take one of his personal bikes? he doesn’t even let me touch them, let alone you.”

“maybe i just wanted some attention,“ she grumbles, throwing a poorly-aimed pillow at his head (it misses). “no one remembers i exist unless i do something bad.”

he suddenly jumps up and rolls off the bed, shaking out his caramel hair streaked with blue and pink so it’s falling daintily over his forehead (she wonders if it feels as soft as it looks).

“wanna get something to eat? i’m starving.”

“from the kitchens? i’m so sick of eating gourmet food,” she sighs for the nth time that day, flopping down on the too-comfortable mattress in defeat.

“who said anything about gourmet food? i’m in the mood for some ramen.”

it takes her a moment to register his words.

“you mean you’re going out?” sitting up, she furrows her brow in confusion. “you don’t have a car.”

he smirks and waggles a finger dramatically, “yeah but i can always borrow one.”

she stares at him blankly, “they moved the keys so we wouldn’t be able to get into them.”

her ears are met with a soft groan, though instead of frustration she catches a hint of amusement in his tone, “you’re literally so dumb. makes sense you’re always stuck in here.”

“shut up, hyuck.”

“just kidding, angel.”

with a chuckle, he pulls a bright red key from thin air, dangling it in front of her face triumphantly, “you forget that i literally live in the carpark. i’m the one who moved the keys, so guess who has a ride out of this place?”

she scoffs, unable to hide her grin, “idiot. where are we going?”

reaching out, she makes a grab for the ticket to freedom, but before she can even brush her fingers against the plastic, he’s jerking his arm back with a teasing smile, “who said you were coming with me? i’m pretty sure you’re grounded-”

“hyuck!”

it’s been approximately forty-seven minutes since she’s left the mansion riding shotgun in the cherry red mercedes-benz convertible donghyuck snagged (so much for stealth), and so far there’s been no sight of any security car or helicopter out to hunt them down. maybe they could pull off this escapade after all.

“if you fall out because you leaned too far, i’m not responsible,” he shouts against the roar of the wind, and she can’t help but roll her eyes at his disguised worry.

“it’s better than having to go back to that hellhole.”

“normally i’d argue, but you’re being exceptionally annoying about it today so sure.”

“be quiet and just keep driving, please.”

“what does it look like i’m doing?”

she turns around to shoot him a glare, “i’m pretty sure i said to ‘be quiet’ too, though it sounds like you’re doing the exact opposite.”

he raises an eyebrow above the ridiculous gold-rimmed sunglasses perched on his nose – a complimentary gift scavenged from the glove box – and gives her (or what she assumes to be) a pointed look.

“who said i had to listen to you? my car, my rules.”

“my family owns this car, hyuck.”

“well i’m driving, angel, so better deal with it. unless you want to go to that business party at seven o’clock tonight, and i’m pretty sure that’s at the very bottom of your to-do list right now.”

sighing in defeat, she crosses her arms and falls back into the seat, watching the pristine emerald lawns of rich properties bloom into landscapes of rugged mountains and stubborn trees, grass now running rampant in their true realm. it makes her feel a little better, to know that no matter how hard they try, humans could never conquer the wild spirit of nature.

closing her eyes, she unties her hair and lets the wind take it up in its greedy hands, combing through with an untamed freedom she doesn’t remember experiencing in a very long time.

perhaps there’s still a little hope left for her.

the closest city is not much of a city at all, just an assortment of sun beat shops and motels surrounded by tiny houses dotted along a single road, but it’s filled with people who don’t eat and sleep in money, who don’t give a shit about whether their champagne tastes french enough or not (they don’t even drink champagne here).

for the first time in ages, she’s able to breathe.

“convenience store ramen has never tasted so good,” she sighs, happily slurping down the sodium-packed bane of her mother’s existence. “i missed being unhealthy.”

“if we were closer to seoul, i’d take you to the little ramen shop my brother works at.” donghyuck drums his fingers on the tiny wooden table they’re crowded up against, watching her attack the bowl he abandoned. “they make the best noodles in the entire country.”

“even better than the ones chef lee makes?”

“a hundred times better.”

“you better swear on it.”

he places a hand on her head and ruffles her hair playfully, “of course, angel. anything for you.”

his voice is void of mirth, replaced with something new, something bordering a fondness that makes her pause mid-bite.

she’s never noticed that before.

“what’s your favorite thing to do in the summer? besides stealing cars and hiding in my room because mrs. park will have your head if she catches you skipping jobs?”

tilting his head, he props an arm beneath his chin so she can catch the familiar twinkle in his eye. “why the sudden question? i thought we were on strict ‘no invading personal space’ terms.”

“shut up, you broke that the moment you started hanging out in my room.” huffing, she turns away so he wouldn’t see the sudden flush in her cheeks. “i just… never asked you about your life outside of mine. you’ve been here for two months but i don’t think i know much besides what music you like and which video games you play instead of studying.”

he blinks, pink lips parting slightly in surprise before he snaps out of his daze and gently prods her in the shoulder, “well, angel, it’s never too late to find out.”

the sun is skating across the surface of the water when donghyuck pulls up to the beach. jumping out the moment he stops the car, she begins running toward the water, not even stopping to check if he was behind her.

she gets about halfway there before stumbling to a stop in the sand.

“wow, thanks for waiting, angel. i didn’t know you were this excited to see my favorite place in the area,” he pants when he finally catches up. glancing at her face, he furrows his brow when recognizing her lost expression. “what’s wrong?”

she glances down at her trembling hands, then back up to see his concerned eyes. brown and warm and laced with an emotion she doesn’t know.

“i’ve never gotten this far before, hyuck.”

there’s a soft touch on her fingers, and he’s squeezing the anxiety from her nerves.

“hey, it’s going to be okay. i’m here with you,” he smiles, so sweet and genuine and she wonders why there are two suns in the sky. “don’t you want to see the sunset?”

somehow she manages to nod, and the next thing she knows they’re standing at the place where the sea kisses dry land.

“whenever i miss my family, i convince doyoung to lend me a car and drive out here. it’s only been a few times though.”

“did you come here a lot with them?”

he laughs, a melodious sound that turns her insides to melted chocolate. “nah, only once with my brother when he got me the job. we were just passing by, actually, but the sky was covered in purple and he just had to stop the car and take a picture.”

“oh. why is it so special to you then?”

he pauses, watching the lazy waves crawl ashore in scattered petals of white foam.

“before we left, he told me… he told me that no matter how far apart we were, the sun will always be setting somewhere. like it doesn’t matter where, but as long as i remember we still see the same sun every day, it’ll set and we’ll be a day closer to seeing each other again. kind of silly, i know.”

she takes a breath, inhaling the salty sweet air and letting the foreign scent wash through her mind.

“i don’t think it’s silly.”

his hand falls from hers as he flashes her a look of surprise. “really?”

“yes, really.” shrugging, she steps closer to the water, sticking out a foot as if daring the sea to lash out and pull her in. “if anything, i think that’s beautiful.”

from behind, she hears a light scoff, and she feels the corners of her lips lift up.

“you’re not really so bad, you know.”

“wow, i’m touched. what makes you think that?”

“most rich kids are really dumb and pretentious after growing up in money, but you’re nothing like them. you have real dreams and never looked down on someone poor like me.”

she almost loses her balance when she whips around to find him staring at the sand, hands shoved in his pockets and looking so, so small.

it makes her heart twinge.

“poor? you, poor?” a loud laugh of disbelief tumbles from her mouth. “how could someone who spends his entire summer working at a hellhole just to help support his family, someone who listened to the broken girl when no one else would, someone who saw me as something more than a spoiled brat and actually became my first friend, ever be poor?”

“angel, i’m working for you because i have no money. i’m literally poor.”

she shakes her head and grasps at his sweater sleeves, trying to find the ends of his heartstrings sewn into the seams.

“donghyuck, you have a heart of gold. you’re the richest person i’ve ever met.”

finally catching his fingers again, she looks up at his glowing honey face, the amber flecks of sun dancing in his eyes sending her into a mesmerized daze that steals her breath away.

their shoes are wet and the water is freezing, but she feels warm, oh so warm, when his firm arms wrap around her numb body and squeezes the lifelessness from her veins.

he smells like cinnamon and peaches and late summer bonfires, and she never wants to let go.

“you deserve so much more than what they see.”

the summer ends as fast as it came.

“angel, you have my number. just because you’re going across the ocean for a few months doesn’t mean you can’t contact me.”

she angrily bites down on her lip, blinking back the tears prickling at the corner of her eyes in frustration.

“i’m going to miss you.”

he chuckles and runs a hand through his faded hair, and she almost hits him for looking so pretty when she’s about to cry.

“well me too, angel, but it’s not like you’ll never see me again. i still have to take you out for ramen, remember?”

“can’t i just not get on the plane?”

“i don’t think how it works, angel.”

“don’t call me that, it’s just going to make me miss you more.”

with an angry huff, she shoves the stuffed bear he won her at a carnival into his arms, stomping away as childlike as she dares.

“christ, why are you so cute even when throwing a fit?” he mumbles, picking up her abandoned belongings and chasing after the spirited girl. “hey angel, wait. i have a gift for you.”

she counts to five seconds before slowing to a stop, listening to his rushed footsteps and the jingle of keychains bouncing on her bags until he stumbles into view. from his sweater, he pulls out a polaroid camera, finally revealing the reason behind the bulge in his pocket she’d been so suspiciously staring at since leaving the car.

“remember what i told you that evening at the beach? well, i thought that since it worked for me, it might work for you too.” clearing his throat, he holds it out as a peace offering, a smile ghosting his heart-shaped lips when she hesitantly accepts the present. “for each time you miss me to the point of going insane – which i really hope you don’t, that would be really hard to explain to your parents – i want you to go and take a picture of the sunset. doesn’t matter where or how pretty, just a sunset. that way, you’ll remember that we’re still connected, and we’re one day closer to seeing each other again. how does that sound?”

one pause turns to two, three. yet still he stands there, patient and waiting with his heart on his sleeve.

“hyuck?”

“yeah?”

“can i kiss you?”

“well if you’re really that desperate, angel, i guess-”

there’s nothing more satisfying than the feeling of being able to shut donghyuck up, and with his soft sighs and sweet lips and gentle hands tangling in her hair, she knows this is something she could definitely get used to.

fin.

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