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MHA Men and Their Children

Hello, loves! SuntoryAngel here! This will probably be the last post I have for a while to better focus upon the upcoming recovery coming my way. Myself, husband, and soon-to-be-born baby girl will be spending a month in the NICU where she will be undergoing lots of medical care/treatments for her heart defect. In the meantime, please enjoy and as always please let me know what you think!

F!Reader x various; pronouns are “She/Her”; Age: All characters are 18+ Warnings: Language, triggers, suggestive themes, 18+ will be marked with a 🔥, fluff, comfort, cuteness!

Izuku “Deku”

You startle awake, finding your ears ringing with how silent the air while reflexively reaching for the opposite side of the bed where another should be. There was no sign of him as you sat upright. Brief fear penetrated your being as a sound came from outside the bedroom’s cracked door. Was there an intruder and he had gone to investigate? No, there wasn’t a single villain alive who would dare take a risk like that. Not when your husband was the current Number One. That didn’t mean some stupid lower level who would take such a chance just to have their two seconds of fame on tv. Protective instinct rose as you realized that the sounds were coming from the direction of the nursery. No way was someone going to lay their hands on your children.

Silently and quickly you made your way to the door as one of the hallway lights flickered.

The breath you were in the middle of taking stalled as a shadow passed by the door.

Someone was here.

And your children were in one of the other rooms while you were at least twelve feet away.

Where was Izuku though?

“Mama?”

A slight shriek made to slip up your throat when glancing down to spot your four-year-old standing within the now open bedroom doorway, staring up at you with eyes that matched his father’s. “Emmry, honey, what are you doing out of bed in the middle of the night?” You dropped to one knee while collecting him in your arms, attempting to slow the hammering of your heart as he snuggled into your chest. “Scaring mama like that isn’t very nice, you had her thinking that someone was here who isn’t supposed to be.”

“No stranger danger, mama, I sowy.”

Your lips met his temple. “Did you have a bad dream that had to leave your little sister all by her lonesome? Come on, let’s get you back to bed so that she isn’t alone.”

“Can’t, mama, the snoring too loud!”

The step you’d been about to take into the hallway stalled. Snoring? Was the newest addition to your family falling ill? Just in case you grabbed the small basket that rested next to the door that was your nighttime kit full of various items to help with such situations while keeping a tight hold on your son. “Megumi is so tiny, how can her snoring bother you so much?”

Emmry’s little head shook as you paused outside the nursery door, small hands rising to cover his ears as you made to enter the room your children shared. You gently reminded him to use his words by means of a light finger tap against his lips that earned a pout. “Baby not snoring, she quiet, it’s dada.”

That caused you to hesitate.

The notion of Izuku being in the nursery wasn’t the odd part but the fact that his snoring had caused the eldest of the children to seek sleep somewhere else was. In the six years of your marriage you hadn’t once heard the freckled hero make so much of a peep in his sleep no matter how congested he became with a cold so excuse the disbelief you felt while staring at the door with a wide eyed gaze. It became wider when from the other side came an unmistakable drawn out elephant-fighting-a-walrus noise that was worthy of a nature documentary sounded. How had you not heard that through the baby monitor that was sitting on your bedside table?!

“Not lying, mama, too loud!”

You quickly hushed the little boy who clung to your nightshirt, unable to stem the curiosity that had filled you at this new discovery, and proceeded to crack the door open.

There, on the opposite end of the room faintly illuminated by the aurora nightlight that often soothed the children to sleep faster than any lullaby or storybook with its slow dancing colors, was the spread eagled man who was your husband with the tiny form that was your infant daughter splayed across the span of his chest that rose and fell in correspondence to the snores that permeated the air. He was a side sleeper who hated being on his back but the scene of him laying across the shag carpet floor without even a pillow or blanket covering him was truly a sight to behold as the matching “All Might” shirt he was wearing was mirrored by her tiny onesie that he’d hunted down to the very corners of the internet was almost too much for you to take. The pair seemed to shift, almost making you think they were going to wake, when the scarred right hand of Izuku lightly tapped his fingers along the spine of his whimpering child with expert precision that soon had her snuggling back into his warmth.

With a fond smile, you gently closed the door and nuzzled the young boy who yawned widely. “How about you sleep with mama tonight, hm? You can take over dada’s spot.” The excited smile that was flashed was overtaken by another yawn as you turned away from the door. A swipe of your finger across the baby monitor’s screen after tucking him into the sheets captured the visage that had been waiting for you and with a fond smile slipped back within the comfort of slumber along with your son who had instantly curled himself into as small of a ball as possible then tuck himself between your chin and tucked legs.

Keigo “Hawks” (🔥 for lactation kink)

Feathers lightly tickled against your sides. “H-hey, now, whose side are you on?” You playfully teased while shifting in your seat in attempts to escape the devious crimson appendages. “I’m trying to feed your starving children in case you haven’t noticed!”

“I’m just making sure that my mama bird is comfortable within the nest I built her, is that so horrible?”

“Come off it, you’re just trying to get a rile out of me to get back because they cock-blocked you last night.”

Amber eyes that had been closely watching the final member of the triplets within the nearby playpen locked on your gaze, revealing mock hurt. “I would never. Our baby birdies come first.”

You weren’t buying his façade though thanks to the lingering shadow of desire that lingered within his gaze that lingered upon your breasts which were currently being occupied by two very hungry mouths. “Seriously, Keigo, what’s gotten into you lately? We knew it was going to be a lot of work when we found out months ago but you’ve been acting odd ever since we got home from the hospital.” The snap of your fingers diverted his attention from the infants sucking your breasts and that was when it hit you of the possible reasoning behind the winged hero’s recent behavioral changes.

It wasn’t until you made sure that the triplets were properly fed, changed and laid down for their naps that you took action though.

He was in the kitchen, feathers darting across the space while performing various tasks from washing dishes to clearing away the leftovers from lunch, a fond smile lifting your lips at the scene. Postpartum recovery had gone smoothly for you all thanks to the man before you who now wore a flowered apron overtop his tight fitting workout wear. Even juggling the three children and your needs he still managed to keep himself in proper shape for when it was time to return to work, which wouldn’t be long now, and though the notion left you feelingly a bit sad it was what he needed. The slight turn of his body towards the pantry gave you the opening to enter without him seeing and earned a soft hum when your arms wrapped around his waist from behind. “Hey, mama bird, did they go down okay?”

“They’re sleeping like rocks thanks to the generous meal their mama gave them…but there’s plenty if you want a taste.”

Silence fell as each and every feather halted.

For a moment you thought he was going to deny or recoil from your suggestion but the sheer speed that the chores were carried out in left you nearly gaping in surprise as he suddenly spun on his heel while tearing off the apron and clung to his shoulders as he lifted you off the ground to plop you on the cleaned countertop, his lips instantly latching themselves upon your neck. The softest of moans sounded from deep within your throat as his hips lightly brushed against your own, the waistband of his biker style shorts teasing the sensitive scar that was from the C-section. “You sure?” he growled against your being as your fingers gently combed through his ashy hair. “Been so damn curious this whole time and they get to have it all to themselves…”

“All you had to do was ask.” The breathless whisper that slipped from between your lips as his fingers made easy work of the button up shirt you wore seemed to fuel his anticipation, the tip of his nose trailing lower until it came to a stop at the underlying nursing bra’s clasp. “They’re a bit bigger now, the doctors warned about that—” Your words were drowned in an appreciative moan as his hands carefully massaged them through the fabric. They’d been so sore thanks to the near constant nursing and swelling of your body keeping up with the hungry triplets that even this kind of touch was sending light sparks of electricity down your spine. “Oooh, Keigo~…”

His answer was a soft hum as the clasp was undone, allowing your breasts to spill forth from their prison, fingers remaining soft as they drifted across the clearly swollen flesh. The lids of your eyes drifted closed as the compulsion to grab a nearby towel as telltale pooling seeped into your nipples that told of liquid forming and a gasp slipped from between your lips as lips kissed each in turn. It was as if a switch had been flipped as you suddenly found yourself being pulled off the counter and sinking into the familiar duvet cover that was atop of your bed with his hot breath fanning your exposed chest. “Damn, kid, you’re killing me here…so fucking gorgeous…”

A soft whine sounded from your throat as his lips hovered over the left, wordlessly begging for him to take it into his mouth by arching your back, and hurried to bite your lip to quell the groan that rose when he finally did. There was no hesitation as he immediately took a draw that caused more of the white liquid to spill from the teat he now held captive between his lips. What you weren’t expecting was him to become more vigorous in his actions with each slow passing second that he remained attached to that nipple. “N-not so rough,” you sighed when a twinge of pain flared up as his teeth toyed with the bud, “please, Keigo, gentler.”

His ministrations instantly softened until the pressure was barely noticeable those amber eyes of his that had closed in concentration opening to peer up at you through their lashes, the bright blaze of arousal and desire dimming when noting how your expression shifted from painful to near euphoric. “Feelin’ good, mommy?”

It took a moment but you realized what he was truly asking, your hand rising to pet and comb through his hair with smooth strokes as a smile lifted the corners of your lips. “Yes, Keigo, you’re making mommy feel so good. How does she taste, hm?” Your voice dipped an octave as a light blush entered his cheeks. “Does it make you want more?”

The enclosure of his lips around the bud once more was his answer, along with the shallowest ruts of his hips against the bed.

“Does someone want more?”

“Please, mommy, I’ve been a good boy—” the press of your hand to the back of his head caused the rest of his sentence to be drowned in a loud swallow as the pressure caused more of your milk to flood his mouth, his eyes rolling backward as your leg that had been pinned by his hips gave an experimental grind against the growing erection.

Your lips lifted into a smirk as after a few more calculated rotations of your leg caused the man to stiffen as if he were attempting to hold himself back from an orgasm, but he had been right; he’d been such a good boy that he deserved a reward. Gently pulling away you shifted him to the other breast that had begun to feel neglected while sneaking a hand down to cup him through the athletic shorts, his moan reverberating through your flesh as he discovered that more of the liquid he’d been craving to taste was waiting for him. “Yes, you’re such a good boy, Keigo, mommy is going to make sure you feel amazing now. Just focus on drinking your fill and leave everything to me.”

Shoto Todoroki

“Every time you hold her, she starts crying.”

Your heart twinged a bit, unable to bring yourself to reprimand your husband as he quickly recollected the sobbing infant who had literally just been placed within her waiting grandfather’s arms who now wore a crestfallen expression. “I’m sure she’ll warm up to you—”

“Good girl.”

“Shoto!” A twitch rose in the corner of your eye as your fingers lightly flicking your passing husband’s arm when he departed for the kitchen.

The large man seated upon your couch seemed to regain his composure as you sighed. “Don’t bother. I know he still has yet to fully forgive me for everything I have put him through.”

Practically the whole world knew of the bad blood between the two pro heroes; father and son duo who had been at odds since the very beginning due to the rough upbringing he had put the youngest of his children through along with his wife who suffered heavy emotional damage. Shoto though had come a long way since his days at UA, where the two of you had met, becoming the man who may as well be a modern day chivalrous knight albeit lacking of certain social skills that others possessed. You didn’t care then and certainly don’t now while watching him settle within the rocking chair to begin feeding his daughter.

“Perhaps it is my scar that frightens her.”

“Doubt it.” The words had leapt from between your lips before you’d even realized it but they were true. As if to prove their truth the tiny infant cooing softly reached up with a waving hand until the duo haired hero bring his head down far enough for her tiny palm to meet the scar on his face. Chubby fingers looked ready to grab at his skin but they instead seemed to lightly pat at the darker hued area with care as if attempting to offer comfort to the adult who held her. Your lips couldn’t help the smile that raised them as Shoto’s expression became gentle. “He was so scared that she would be afraid of his that he honestly couldn’t hold her for the first few days until she outright refused anyone else, including myself, so she left him no choice but to finally hold her the night before we brought her home. That was when she slept the whole night through.”

Sensing your gaze, his rose to meet our own to reveal warm duo eyes so full of gratitude and love that every cell in your body swelled in fondness of the image they created. How could so much emotion be within a person’s gaze? He may not be one for words yet there was no denying all that you’ve seen him display during your time together. This, right here, seeing him feeding his infant daughter who treated a scar he once despised with such care, nearly moved you to tears. Shoto had been such a huge help when you’d discovered that your body wasn’t responding to her hunger cues, that it may be possible that you just couldn’t produce breast milk, and had devoted every fiber of his being to comforting you along with extensive research into which formula would be best for his daughter.

You turn your attention back to the silent pro who watched his son and granddaughter. “I think it might just take some time for her to get to know you a bit better. So long as you put forth the effort of wanting that in the first place, I personally don’t see a reason to limit your visits or opportunities to babysit. However—” the tip of your finger rose as the giant man nodded, “—that also means you need to make an attempt to patch things up with your son so that he can trust you with her.” There was no mistaking the feeling of Shoto’s gaze as you met Endeavor’s without blinking. It wasn’t often that you would initiate a vocal standoff with someone, let alone set boundaries as you just had, so you could only imagine the expression of surprise on your husband’s face as you remained focused upon the flaming hero who looked as if you’d smacked him across the face. “It’s not impossible for either of you two to meet in the middle if it’s for her, right? The least you both can agree on is that you love her so build up on it then branch out from there. Sound fair?”

Silence hung for several seconds until the sound of Shoto rising from the chair came, followed by footsteps until he came to a stop in front of the near hopeful looking pro hero. “I learned a trick recently that has helped with her feedings when someone besides one of us wants to hold her.”

Laughter threatened to bubble up your throat when a photo of himself appeared upon Endeavor’s forehead courtesy of a piece of tape that covered the entirety of his face.

“If she assumes or thinks that the person holding her is either of us, it may help.”

“He’s not lying,” you managed without giggling as faint wisps of smoke rose from the pro’s hair, “its been proven by science and she seems to warm up to people faster with it. If you don’t want the picture taped to you I can always lend you one of my maternity shirts that might be big enough so that you at least smell like me.”

For a few seconds you thought he was going to object yet the large man surprised you when he wordlessly shed the sweater he’d been wearing while grabbing the blanket you’d used during the pregnancy; you’d been meaning to wash it because of the build up of stains yet he paid them no mind as he draped it over his chest and held out his hands towards Shoto in silent plea to try holding her again. Your brows rose as the infant was passed from one hero to the other that wasn’t followed by loud wailing or cheek staining tears as she snuggled into the blanket.

“And here I was looking forward to seeing him try to squeeze into one of your blouses and if that didn’t work see if he would go as far ass wearing one of your bras.”

“Shoto!”

**A/N: This really is a neat trick for those who have difficulty getting their child to take a bottle from someone other than their mother; it’s worked with five out of my thirteen cousins who had eating issues when they came home from the hospital.**

Eijiro Kirishima

A light tap on your shoulder pulled you from the pleasant nothing that was dreamland, a weary smile lifting your lips when finding that it was the nurse who was responsible. You waved away their apology for waking you as the familiar sounds that you’ve come to identify as a hungry whimper directed your attention to the bundle they held. “Aw, is baby shark ready to try again after his nap?” The coo that came from between your lips was softer than a whisper while accepting the swaddled infant as the medical professional helped to ease the collar of your hospital gown far enough to expose a bare breast that was readily collected between the gaping lips of a wiggling newborn barely eight hours old. Brief pain flared as he began to suckle fervently but it was eased by the nurse’s encouragement. “Sure he doesn’t have his teeth yet? Certainly feels like something sharp is tugging on me.”

“I would honestly not be surprised if his came in early.” The nurse chuckled while checking the machines you were hooked up to. “His development is in the higher percentiles already as they have been during the entirety of your pregnancy. You both must be so proud of such a fine child.”

Your head fell back to rest against the pillow with a sigh, your free hand fondly falling to rest upon the head of crimson hair that was attached to your husband’s head that rested upon the bed. He had probably fallen asleep shortly after you to make sure that you got a bit of rest while the baby was tended to by the doctors. It had been a long labor, lasting a little over forty-three hours and with multiple doses of anesthesia combined with epidural, your gaze darting to the hand that he had sacrificed to suffer your strangling grasp whenever a contraction had seized your body to find it still slightly swollen. That sharp-toothed man who held your heart hadn’t once used his quirk to save himself of any pain that you inflicted upon him. If you knew him like you did it was probably his attempt to make things even between the two of you after all of the ails and woes that pregnancy had brought you despite your assurances that it wasn’t necessary.

The infant fussed slightly when you shifted so that he was instead suckling the other breast to bring him closer to the slumbering father’s figure. Alarm filled you as a tiny chubby fist instantly took hold of the red hair within reach, instantly earning a startle and for heavily shadowed eyes to fly open then blink as what you could only call a giggle sounded from the child as it snuggled into your flesh once releasing the bright hued hair. With the promise to return in a while the nurse excused themselves and then it was just the three of you.

“Sorry,” you offered an apologetic smile when Eijiro’s head rose from the bed as he blinked up at you for several seconds, “they said infants tend to be grabby and to be careful of dangling jewelry or hair that could be potential hazards.”

It was your turn to blink in confusion as he perked before turning away to rummage around in the suitcase that had your personal belongings but understanding filled you when he flipped his head a few times in a recognizable fashion until he had managed to gather his long tresses into a high sitting ponytail courtesy of a spare hair tie that he’d found. Pride radiated off of him as he showcased his handiwork to you with a few tilts of his head, to which you commended his skill since he had been helping you with your own ever since you’d begun dating, humming softly when he slipped between your form and the bed’s back. His chin fell to rest upon the crook of your shoulder with eyes filled with so many stars they would put those of fan girls’s who thought they still had a chance with the pro hero Red Riot to shame. “How’s my pebble and baby shark doing?”

“I’d say he could rival your appetite.” You couldn’t help but tease, earning a wrap of his arms around the two of you and a light chuckle. Adoration filled you as he fondly nuzzled your cheek while one of his hands gently pet the wispy black locks that donned the infant’s crown. “You can go down to the cafeteria if you’re hungry, Eiji, I promise we aren’t going anywhere.”

He shook his head, feeling his lips rise into a grin against your skin. “Room service is what I’m thinking.”

The back of your hand rose in an attempt to hold in a laugh when he picked up the nearby phone. It wasn’t more than thirty minutes later that the poor runner whom you had come to know and pity appeared at the room’s entrance with not one but two carts in tow that were laden with food. They shot you a wide smile when spotting the bundle you held, offering congratulations as they set to placing the food within the bed’s reach, departing with a teasing glare sent in the pro hero’s direction; they indeed had come to know of his stomach’s limit and would surely be back with another order once this one had disappeared. You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the multitude of plates and cups. “Even for you this is a bit much.” A gasp caught in your chest when instead of digging into the smorgasbord he instead carefully put together a plate of foods that would be easy for the stomach to digest as well as provide plenty of nourishment and carbs to help speed along the recovery process, tears welling in your eyes when he offered a utensil bearing an offering. What you were sure to be a sweet gesture suddenly made you feel incapable and a bit spiteful since you did still have a free hand to do things with. “You don’t have to feed me, Eiji, I can do it myself.”

“I know you can, pebble, but I want to so open up before I eat it myself.” He must have caught on to the sudden flood of hormones that you were fighting as his lips lightly pressed against your temple when a pout tilted your lips downwards in the corners, assuring that he only wanted to ensure that you had some sort of substance before letting you fall asleep again. “I won’t touch anything until you do.” That, and the loud protest of your stomach, were all the convincing you needed. It didn’t take long for you to get full, what with your body still adjusting to the sudden growth in space that it had been lacking for the last several months, and wearily rested your head against his being with a satisfied sigh as he moved the cleaned plate away. “Looks like baby shark is about done too. Can I burp him?” With gentleness that you’d come to discover of the pro hero he carefully accepted his milk tipsy son in the same hold that had been demonstrated by a nurse during the pre-birth courses and earned a hefty belch from the giggly infant within a few seconds of delivering precise pats to the lower back. A wide grin lifted Eijiro’s lips as he playfully cooed at the child while rubbing their noses together. “Listen to that! Think you might give me a run for my ‘Loudest Belch’ title!”

Already you could hear the seemingly endless challenges that the two would partake in once he got older yet the smile that raised your lips was face splitting as the red haired man continued to play with his son who grinned toothlessly. “I can’t wait.”

Katsuki Bakugo

The lump of emotion rose within your throat when the doctor and nurses walked in, a pink bundle within their midst that was too quiet for your liking as they approached.

Loud beeping slowly pulled you out of the tar-like darkness, squinting against the bright lights that immediately assaulted your eyes when they cracked open. Incoherent whispers and hushed shouts farther compelled you to free the lingering clouds from your mind as awareness spread along with the growing light. A horrible gut wrenching feeling immediately took root as the feeling of empty space met the palm of your hand when it reflexively went to ensure that the child that had been growing within your being was near. An agony filled wail slipped up your throat as adrenaline pounded through your veins which gave your system a jumpstart to toss the blankets off your form to reveal the large bandage on your deflated stomach. Hands and arms instantly wrapped around you from the side as large scalding tears spilled down your cheeks. “Where is she?!” You screamed, eyes that had been searching the room for any sign of your child falling to rest upon the blonde man who tightened his hold on you. “What happened?!”

“Calm down and listen to me.” You weakly fought against his hold as he whispered lowly into your ear, nearly shocking you with how hoarse he sounded and the ring of desperation that was within every word that passed between his lips, but fell still when you felt droplets of liquid splatter across your skin as trembling that wasn’t coming from you. “The labor had complications and they had to perform an emergency C-section to save you both…” he finally croaked after what felt like an eternity of silence, “…you had to get a dual blood transfusion and she had to be rushed to the NICU because her heart had stopped at the same time yours did from the blood loss.”

It has been over two months since you’d been admitted, a whole five weeks since the first surgery that was supposed to help her little heart beat easier, and an entire four days since you’d seen Katsuki thanks to some important mission. It was only because of your encouragement that he went at all instead of staying here in the hospital with you. Sitting around was not something the firecracker blonde was good about especially when there was nothing that could be done until the doctors said it was safe for their infant to venture home. Your own recovery had helped to keep you busy yet even through therapy and checkups your mind still remained upon the tiny child you had yet to hold.

“The surgery was a success and her life is no longer in danger. We were capable of enlarging the aorta valve that had been closed off so that her body receives ample oxygenated blood. The blue hue left her skin several days ago but we’re afraid that the scar will forever be apart of her from this moment forth.”

Tears welled within your eyes as the infant was slowly passed to you, relief and longing threatening to rip apart the heart in your chest that had been bleeding for the small child you had yet to meet. The moment you had shifted the blanket was when her eyes opened to reveal large tiger orange gems that glittered with shards of rubies that she’d inherited from her father. “Hey, baby girl,” you cooed softly while adjusting your hold so that she could hopefully see all of you, “I bet that was super scary but I’m so proud of you.” The heart in your chest gave a tight squeeze as her hand wiggled free of the swaddle to reach for your face, those tiny fingers of hers grabbing tight hold of your much larger one.

“There is the matter of paperwork—”

“Already ahead of ya, doc, now let me through already.” A choked sob rose up your throat as through the lab coat and scrub wearing medical teams marched a figure dressed in black cargo pants, military style boots and was crowned by wild blonde hair that failed to obscure the pair of bright red ruby eyes that bore into your own as he approached. He paused mere inches away from reaching you though, concern and worry shinning brightly within his gaze while glancing at the bundle you held.

“Take off that mask so she can properly see you, dumbass,” you lightly chuckled, carefully reaching out to encourage him closer and removed the protective face covering that the hospital required all visitors to wear, “she’s not gonna bite so stop standing there like an awkward weirdo and come meet your baby girl.” The tears you’d been fighting back during each of the virtual consultations where the doctors would update you on her condition finally spilled as he slowly fell to his knees as if all of his strength had vanished.

Vulnerability was as foreign upon Katuski’s face as uncertainty so to see both present at the same time nearly stole your breath away. Of course he’d be hesitant right now. After all the warnings from the doctors that even the lightest of colds could put her life in jeopardy combined with the nature of his quirk was bound to put mental strain upon him in this moment. All the joy and anticipation that should’ve accompanied the man in preparation of this precious moment was completely overshadowed by the dire reality of what had happened. Within the depths of his precious gemstone gaze you could see the wheels turning as he took a breath…and another…then another.

The hand you’d left extended carefully slipped down his toned arm to lightly grasp his fingers, which twitched at your contact, but didn’t refuse as they were led forward until they brushed against the fluffy pastel pink blanket. Almost immediately the child you held began to wiggle and cry. You prevented him from yanking away by taking firm hold of his hand, seeing how the infant’s reaction had deeply wounded the pro hero despite his attempt to hide it. Before he had realized it you’d shifted to the edge of the chair you were sitting in so that the bundled girl was between his chest and yours. Panic that had risen within his gaze was overtaken by anger before it was replaced by blank uncertainty as the child fell silent.

He had reflexively settled back upon the linoleum floor when you’d moved, his legs crossing to better situate and distribute your added weight, one arm somehow finding the bend of your waist while the other had risen to help support her upper body. How long has it been since he had held you like this? Far too long for your liking. This right here, in this position, was your favorite place in the world and you knew it was his as well because it helped him better cope with the nightmares and darkness he faced on the streets. Your head fell to rest against his chest as his own curiously tilted. Besides in pictures or the rare video calls that you’d shared this was the first time either of you had been allowed to hold her; this was something that had become so sacred to the two of you which most families may not fully understand.

“Twinkle twinkle, little sparkler, how I’ve loved you from afar…”

Tremors wracked his being as you softly began to sing, moisture gathering within the corners of his eyes as the baby you both cradled lit up with recognition of the song. Honestly you’d come up with it on the fly one night while on a call with him as she lay on the opposite side of a windowed wall that prevented you from touching her. It had seemed to bring the fussy infant comfort despite the distance between the three of you as well as the pro hero who was halfway across the world.

“Shinning brightly with those eyes that remind us of tiger’s stripes…now that we’re together our hearts are whole…and we can now venture home…never forget this song we sing…”

One of his hands rose, faintest of sparks dancing across his fingertips that earned the brightest of smiles and a bubbly laugh from the infant. “…or how much I’ll make them fly if someone makes you cry…” A sob slipped up your throat when the tiny hand met the side of his cheek, a single droplet of water slipping down the opposite as his expression became one of relief, your lips pressing against his in a brief peck before his buried his face within the blanket that earned a high pitched squeal as his soft blonde hair tickled the girl’s face.

Fumikage Tokoyami (SFW)

“Mami, look! I’m Dark Shadow!”

You couldn’t help but smile as your son of six years sped across the living room’s length as fast as his little legs could carry him. “Careful, Dante, don’t want you tripping—”

A crash sounded, cutting off the rest of your sentence that was closely followed by the softest of whimpers.

“—or hurting yourself.”

Strategically, you stepped out of the kitchen taking care to avoid the spikes that had appeared as if from nowhere that were courtesy of the young child’s quirk until you came to a stop near the balled figure that was your son where you dropped to one knee. “Show me?” Swimming cranberry hued eyes rose to meet your gaze at your gentle request as a fresh carpet burn was showcased upon his knee. A light kiss was pressed against the bright angry wound, earning a flinch that was eased into a teary laugh as your fingers brushed along his sides. “What did we learn?”

“No running in the house, I know, I was just playing—I’m sorry, mami, no more tickles!” He laughed as your fingers quickened.

“It would be wise to listen to one’s mother.” A deep voice called from somewhere in the room, drawing both of your attentions to the figure who materialized with an amused glint in his red gaze as the spikes vanished. “Especially when she has such an effective means of attack that can render even the greatest of foes immobile.” Fumikage readily collected the young boy who wiggled free of your hold to take a mock protective stance between the two of you, one arm extended as if to fend you off as Dark Shadow appeared from behind to rest its chin atop of your son’s shoulder to watch in curiosity.

Smiling, you held up your hands in mock surrender that earned a knowing smirk before he took the step that would bring you closer and bypassing his arm managed to place a quick kiss against the fine feathers that would normally be hidden by his choker before he managed to enclose you within a tight embrace. “Welcome home, my mighty warrior,” you cooed softly when the curve of his beak brushed along the length of your neck that was willingly offered with a hum, “I hope your night was eventful and prosperous.”

“Eww, PDA!”

“I’m takin’ the kid to the park since you two clearly need some time to yourselves!”

The two of you chuckled lowly while turning your attentions to the boy who rolled his eyes while running for the nearby closet where his shoes would be found.

“Hold one moment.”

Your brows rose at the stern note that he used when addressing the boy, also earning a wide eyed panic filled glance from him, as he moved to stand before the pro hero. “It was only an accident, Fumi,” you whispered softly when feeling the tension radiating off his form, “I think he learned his lesson.”

“That is not my concern.” He dropped to one knee so that they were eye level, his hands falling to rest upon his son’s shoulders. “Dante, do we need to train more after school to help you control your quirk? You may not have meant to but your mother could have been hurt just now. And someone else as well.”

So that was the lesson he wanted to portray.

The young boy caught on just as quickly as you had, his wide gaze darting to the nearby swing that held a small infant who watched with eyes that mirrored your own. You felt a swell of pride when Dante hurried to the baby’s side once released, careful to instruct him on how to properly support his brother’s head while picking him up, and rested a hand atop of his head when he turned to stand beside you. Not a single scratch could be seen on the child as you examined him closely and pressed a peck to a chubby cheek before placing one upon your eldest. “How about we all go to the park, hm? I know how much you’ve missed your father as of late and it’s been quite sometime since we’ve ventured out as a family.”

“It has gotten late, my angel, however I do not protest against an outing such as this.” Fumikage’s smile was infectious as your child hurried to grab his brother’s outerwear from the next room, your own lips lifting in the corners as he turned his attention fully to you with that glint you’d seen several times when he was debating on something.

“Recall your own words,” you purred lowly while stepping up so that your forms were brushing and the curve of his beak lightly met your lips, “for it is in the darkness that one’s desires can be fully realized without hinderance of society or fear of judgement. Perhaps while the children are playing under Dark Shadow’s careful watch, you and I may once again reacquaint ourselves with the darkness that gave birth to them?”

A low growl was your only warning as he suddenly pivoted to sandwich you against the wall with his hips against yours and heated breath ghosting across your exposed neck that had willingly exposed itself to him. What was recognizable as his tongue trailed with a feather’s light touch across the pulse point in your neck, a favorite place of his to leave marks that would tell the world of whom you belonged to, teasing the sensitive skin there by nibbling it until your back arched with a soft moan. “Temptress, you sing a siren’s song this night’s eve. Perhaps I have indeed neglected you for far too long. Forgive me, oh goddess of mine, but make no mistake that I shall repay all my transgressions until every inch of your body is permeated with my love.”

“We’re going on ahead, you two catch up whenever you’re done with…you know!” And the door closed with a loud bang, leaving the two of you alone within the residence which you called home.

Silence fell but it was the growing embers within his gaze that quickly became infernos that made the fine hairs across your body rise and core warm. “My warrior, must you wait for an invitation? Even a hunter’s patience eventually wanes to give rise to actions which can not be conveyed with words alone.” You were not disappointed as he swept you up into his arms high enough that your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist to bring him closer still as he carried your towards the nearby bedroom.

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Chapter 419 Analysis or "How to make allies not pawns" a helpful guide from League of Villains (part 2)

This is now a second part of Tomura character analysis.

With chapter 419 being probably our last time seeing Tomura for a while, since we need to learn what happened with Aizawa now is time to remember that not only bad things exist it Tomura's life.

Warning of spoilers to the whole manga to the point of chapter 419! All of the warnings from My Villain Academy side of manga are applicable

So like... mentions of death, killing other people, manipulation, emotional abuse and many more!

This is Part 2 - See here for Part 1 of this depressing mess

With AFO being so sure that he knows better and actually controlled every single part of Tenko's life creating a Symbol of Fear without any redeeming qualities or even hope for saving after he destroys him. There's one thing that AFO still doesn't understand about Tomura and never did - and that's his allies, or the League of Villains that he created.

Even Kurogiri, being a Nomu who's views do not stray from what AFO thought was important didn't exactly understand what did Tomura think about his allies quick to assume that he thought of them as pawns all the was back in the Training Camp arc. With Tomura making game examples to explain the situation, he still didn't think of LoV as just pawns on a desk, like AFO does.

At the time of USJ arc there weren't many people Tomura called this, which could make you wonder how much it was just AFO's plan rather than Tomura's with him never worrying about those other villains yet getting so worked up over losing Nomu not only because he was strong enough to defend him from All-Might, but treating his defeat as something that must be avenged.

And that was long before Stain even entered the picture, the first of three people who greatly affected Tomura's view of his own motives alongside AFO's manipulation of literally everything else.

Tomura was terrified of fighting All-Might seconds before this and yet as this goes on it's becoming more noticeable - Tomura doesn't care for his own fear or worries as long as he's fighting for someone else's good. Not so different from how Izuku is ready to disregard himself for the sake of others, resulting in many injuries and being so close to dying so many times.

It never was a secret that Tomura is highly dependent on others to keep himself from losing confidence, or even will to fight, getting either too anxious to continue without anyone's reassurance.

And while AFO's "help" was mostly given only with some kind of lesson as we saw in "Tomura Shigaraki: Origin", with AFO literally sitting there, saying how Tenko is weak for not killing but showing some restrain instead suffering himself, never actually helping or comforting him. Only offering what he deemed nessesary for his own plan of making Tenko kill those thugs not caring that he's feeling sick from those hands.

But in USJ it's not AFO who's there with Tomura, it's Kurogiri, who was shown to still have some care that Shirakumo had that even Aizawa and Mic couldn't argue that it's similar to how Shirakumo couldn't just leave a kitten in the rain. No matter the responsibility that it would bring with taking a little one in.

A helpless little kitten that didn't get the help it needs from anyone else. Sounds way too familiar.

This never was a direct order from AFO other than he needs to "tend and protect" for Tomura, which can mean anything from just looking out when Tomura's sick, or protect him from any tread like someone trying to kill him.

Not helping him getting over his anxiety to fight or helping him and guiding him to do better as a leader of the League calming him if it got out of control. Which is somewhat opposite to the way AFO deals with Decay and Tomura's temper - letting him destroy anything even the hands that he gave him, just offering new ones when he succeedes and never really caring for his pawns, he can always get new ones.

And surely not asking if Tomura's well the first thing while talking to Heroes.

Which then leads us back to how Tomura never viewed anyone that he chose as pawns calling them his allies, with the word '仲間' which can even be translated as friends in needed context, but usually used as comrade or ally when Tomura says it. And the same thing is usually translated as "friend" when used by Twice.

In any case Tomura never once doubted his allies since he saw them as reliable, even if his first meeting with Toga and Dabi went so wrong that Kurogiri had to stop them from killing each other.

Up to the point of Training Camp AFO describes as him teaching Tomura to be independent which was at that point too far from the truth than he thought. If Tomura begging for AFO to leave with them is any indicator he actually was even less independent after All-Might almost caught them, making him doubt his own worth as a leader. Even if AFO's defeat finally let him think and wonder about himself and his past.

AFO believed that Tomura just knowing how to recruit people would suddenly make him great at using those new "pawns" which was proven wrong by Overhaul no so long after that. Showing how Tomura believed the same thing AFO did as well, fully trusting his judgement of anything including himself, all the while parroting what AFO says without fully understanding what it means.

Only after losing both Magne and Mr. Compress arm does Tomura slowly start making progress in becoming someone more than AFO tells him to do. Even if as we see in part 1 it used Decay as the ground to make it stable since he believed it was his quirk. And yet.

Even if Tomura didn't simply instruct his allies how to choose who to recruit, he never blamed them for it. On the opposite, when Twice was hard on himself after bringing Overhaul to them Tomura just looked at them for the first time without a hand on his face, or even on himself at all, showing how he trusts them as much as he would trust himself and believes that they can do it.

Taking off hands of his family would mean not relying on the conflicting feelings that they bring into the picture, something AFO would very much dissaprove, since he was now like an equal to everyone in LoV instead of being above them. He

And with this instead of making them blindly trust his decisions and following him from fear or adoration like people had been following AFO or Overhaul, he instead was an equal to them both in failure and victory that wasn't even all that guaranteed yet.

Each one of them had their own somewhat selfish goal that just seemed like they were just using each other without any worry being each other's pawns. Or maybe that's just how AFO would see them.

Yet it doesn't explain why did Toga care for Twice's trauma response of not having his mask on, since he already did his part and all that they both needed to do was done. But LoV was never about following orders or giving them, expecting for the pawns to follow without question. It was about a leader of the group that would stand up for his allies while allowing them full freedom, except when they needed to also accept that something is needed to be done for their own sake.

Like following Overhaul for a while all for cutting off his hands leaving him with nothing. Did that sound like something reasonable to do? No! They literally lost their chance at having sushi instead of just living at some abadoned building all the while occasionally searching for money or food, stealing and killing just to survive all while Tomura was just... waiting.

Nothing was really stable at the start of what we call My Villain Academia and yet no one from the LoV left while their state was... bad at the very least. No matter how AFO was teaching Tomura he was still left mostly waiting for something to happen rather than doing something to change the situation himself.

Sure, Tomura now was a famous leader of League of Villains that suddenly needed to be stopped rather that underestimated like before. But that was in the future, now LoV was laying low on funds and slowly Tomura showing his face became the norm, with him usually never wearing hands around LoV.

And with Tomura becoming more and more comfortable around LoV, the LoV itself was becoming more like a place that had one core value that accepted anything else added without anyone wondering about the past of others, like Compress said. Just some selfish people, who still followed their own needs first.

And yet somehow Toga, who joined just because she loved Stain and disliked how life was too hard found her place in the LoV alongside Twice who just needed to be trusted and trust in return. If Tomura only followed what AFO deemed to be the best way to lead no one would actually feel like they're accepted in the LoV as much as they were.

Goal or no goal Tomura succeeded even without having the whole world at the palm of his hands by just never pressing anyone to actually follow him - if they wanted to they could've just left here and there, but since they chose to follow he did what he thought was the obvious best - let his allies do what they wanted.

Which was okay for someone like Toga or Dabi who were either already comfortable by just being allowed to be themselves or being free to plan their own things for their own goals.

But not exactly that for Spinner. Who was instead literally searching for someone to show him what to do, not so different from Tomura, who still only followed whatever 'his Sensei' deemed worthy for him to look into, like letting Kurogiri go find unknown "power" that AFO left along with contact with Doctor.

And while Spinner was not fine with still being hollow even while following Tomura pretending that it's the same thing as following Stain... all it took for him to look differently at how exactly was Tomura thinking was the last real "barrier" that there was - Tomura basically spilling his whole backstory and motivations mostly for LoV to listen to, since Doctor was just testing Tomura's will all according to AFO's plan.

And after that it didn't took too long for Spinner to now follow Tomura, even if it was still not the time to really see the 'warped horizon that was waiting for them'. And yet in times where Tomura still showed some doubt over his decisions - that one old trait of his showing up like it was always at the back of his head not so different from USJ, only thing changing that Tomura got better and better at not letting his emotions control him so easily.

Since the price of that would literally be lifes of his allies.

And neither that or using their emotions to his own benefit was ever in his plans, contrast to AFO manipulating Tomura to do just that. Letting his emotions consume him completely just for his own goal and for his own sake. But as a person who was so familiar with this Tomura still was adamant at NOT allowing something like this to happen to his friends allies.

Effectively creating a bond between all six of them, including Toya that in the end kept them together until the very final arc, with Spinner keeping what Tomura would've thought and with him waking up and calling Machia to get LoV first and foremost Spinner did understand their's leader wishes, as well as Twice's who literally died for his friends.

With all that happening in the War arc the moment AFO returned with both being in control of Tomura's body and just abadoned anything that Tomura would care for like leaving Mr. Compress and Machia behind just to punish him for not getting OFA or not even caring to show any actual respect for Tomura's wishes. Instead showing how little he actually cared for anything but his own good.

But while AFO made so many pawns that he could change like gloves at any given moment, threating them and manipulating them with his power and quirks, Tomura only had 6 allies who stayed after AFO was caught and who were willing to die just to live the life they wanted.

And AFO couldn't give them that.

Even if Decay isn't Tenko's quirk and even if he has so much guilt for killing without it being a little bit justified by it...

LoV still followed him as a person who allowed them to live as they please and so what they want, not some all-powerfull overlord but an ally and a leader who had his flaws and fallings.

#bnha #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura #league of villains #bnha manga spoilers #bnha analysis #character analysis #character study #kurogiri #toga himiko #twice #dabi #spinner #mr compress #and All For One can go to hell I won't tag him again #with the Kurogiri part you may notice how I just want to see Kurogiri actually helping Tomura #it's either him or mr. compress now #and yeah the fact that both Twice and Himiko died remembering LoV was painful #AFO calling Tenko weak all the while he himself didn't make any lasting good empression like that on anyone #while Tenko just was like 'yeah my friends need something they'll get it'#insert that one page where he literally just got them sushi first thing after becoming a new MLA commander #how dares AFO call Tenko pitiful if he literally did his best with what he had #all the while AFO just made his life insufferable for him to be angry and hateful #and yes I didn't call them family or friends for the most part since the canon INSISTS that Tomura is saying allies #which is a really neutral way to say friends imo #I'm still thinking about a Tangled crossover with LoV like Tomura literally got his only taste of freedom with LoV by his side #bnha 419 #my villain academia #five years later and it's still the best arc of MHA #an honestly it's more of a ch 418 analysis

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Chapter 419 Analysis or "How to completely break Tenko Shimura" a manipulative guide from All For One (part 1)

This is mainly a character analysis of Shigaraki Tomura or Shimura Tenko, any other character present is there to help.

Chapter 419 was hard to comprehend even with just summaries right on April 4th. Some things need at least fan translation to fully make sense. Or just hurt more in that matter.

Warning of spoilers to the whole manga to the point of chapter 419! All of the warnings from the respective Tomura chapters are applicable.

So like... mentions of death, killing other people, manipulation, emotional abuse and many more!

This is Part 1 - See Part 2 for something less depressing

This is going to be long! So let's start, shall we?

First of all we'll need to take into understanding ALL the chapters that we'll need to remember/reread just make this chapter worse (skip if already familiar with them):

Chapter 222 - Tomura Shigaraki: Distortion

Chapter 234 - Destruction Sense

Chapter 235 - Tenko Shimura: Origins

Chapter 236 - Tenko Shimura Origins, Part 2

Chapter 237 - Tomura Shigaraki: Origins

This is your "Tenko and Tomura understanding" starter pack, basically. Without them it's harder to even start unpacking what just happened with Tomura's perspective in mind

Well then.

The chapter starts and we are immediately greeted by AFO semi-agreeing without wanting to, that Tomura was strong enough before Izuku started trying "saving" him in his own way and even succeeded making Tenko's will all the more fragile than it was when he returned using his hate to his advantage.

Even after Izuku holding Tenko's hands for the whole chapter he was still stubborn enough to continue even without that hate in his heart

And the thing that initial summaries missed was the fact that Tomura actually reacted to AFO reapperance.

Still not understanding why AFO was even saying that.

Tenko was literally taught by AFO to follow "what he wants" in ch 237 with Tenko making his first decision to kill someone himself. And never actually hiding that Tomura just needed to never forget that hatred and those bad emotions that Tomura never really understood. And it took Izuku seconds to decipher them.

With AFO reassuring Tomura that he has no need in following morals of society and just should follow whatever he wants - his want to destroy everything that hurts him. And only AFO would accept and help him. He was constantly reminded of that.

Even if Tenko was feeling sick from killing at first, even if hands that he wore were still making him sick 15 years later without him understanding anything. Decisions made while person is emotional are usually the ones that the person might regret the most and Tomura lived with those unstable emotions for years. Knowing that they hurt him and make him feel sick.

But Sensei said that it's okay to follow those emotions. That's it's actually great that he does it.

Everything was for his sake, everything was for Tomura Shigaraki and Tomura Shigaraki only. He was his Sensei's successor and no one should argue with it. He's the only one to be next ruler of the underground and the next king. And Tomura gladly accepted that as truth.

Since it was easier than facing his guilt.

Because AFO just needed Tomura to have enough willpower to get OFA when the plan is ready. To make Gigantomachia to follow him while Garaki was watching knowing full well how the plan is going. Both knowing full well that Tomura is still holding himself back.

In this chapter however we finally see how all of the things AFO told and taught Tenko were just to make him so sure that HE was in control and allowed to do whatever he wants to completely break his worldview in the end "after he gets OFA" which is an unreachable goal now since OFA is gone for good.

By just saying that Tenko never had any choice to begin with.

Tomura already knew that AFO manipulated him and he was just a pawn, needed only to get OFA and piss off All-Might he accepted and embraced it as something unimportant. It was his choice and he was free to do it and not feel bad about it. Since he's born to destroy.

Until suddenly it wasn't just his life after Decay that was manipulated.

But his whole life from birth. Just because AFO didn't get his hands on Hana sooner and she was happy while AFO needed someone hurt and broken. And Shimura's household wasn't as bad as he needed it to be at first with Kotaro loving his children, wife, in-laws and even his mother.

And AFO destroyed it by creating so much conflict and even going out of his way to make sure Tenko's father knew that he was playing heroes with some kids. And even saved them by putting his own quirkless life in danger.

In some sense narrator-Tomura's words at the end of ch 236 still might hold true. AFO didn't just create his hate out of nowhere, to make it feel like even if Tenko remembers everything it's still he's doing not a villain appearing, not just some accident that it actually was.

Although AFO doesn't say anything about people who didn't help Tenko even though he he knew that it happened so he most probably was watching it happen until Tenko lost all hope entirely to finaly make him dependent on his help.

And he succeeded for the most part.

Tomura was making an assumption after he remembered everything that he "must've been yearning for that" and from that point onwards explains everything that happened as "I wanted it - I did it" and was clinging to it like a lifeline to explain everything.

He accepted that if Re-Destro is talking about his Decay quirk affecting him he exists only to destroy.

And now it seems he found a false motivation for himself that AFO created by cruely manipulating everything from his quirk to his family. Making him believe he had a hand in it. Breaking one of "safe" truths that Tomura never doubted. They only made his decisions feel right.

Which makes that a hopeless loop of broken memories being staged just to let Tenko become Tomura who hates and destroys everything believing that it's his choice. Only choice at that.

And if destroying is him only choice because of his quirk... then what can a quirkless person do while having so many people dead from his own hands? Hands that were literally cursed to have destruction quirk in them not because he was born to do it. But because his own Sensei wanted that.

And he's "unwavering heart" is now nothing but an illusion that was destroyed by both Izuku and AFO together.

There's no "Can I be a Hero?", because can he even be a Villain if most of the choices that were from Decay and the hatred in his heart weren't actually his own?

#bnha #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura #all for one #bnha analysis #character analysis #character study #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #my hero academia #phew that's a lot of normal tags!#honestly I think it's a mess of a post (the first draft)#and this part 1 is depressing as hell #that's what you get when LoV is not here #thankfully part 2 exists #bnha 419 #rewrote most of the thing and it got even more depressing oh no #part 2 is still existing #somewhere #also I didn't add that but AFO is never talking about the people that didn't help Tenko again #like... they just rejected him and it's still true #he's still living with a 'did they reject me because I killed my family?'#the more I rewrite this the more depressing it becomes #I really like Tenko's arc so this chapter broke me for couple of days at least #and the more I was writing this more horrified I became with what exactly it all meant #we either need a whol OFA team again or at least Izuku returning into that hell that is AFOmura's mind #but once again I plan on a part 2 since even if Tomura's life is depressing LoV existed and some of them even are still alive #god this post is a nightmare of this blog

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