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Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender

TW: major character death, discussion of canon-typical genocide, discussion of canon-typical imprisonment, discussion of canon-typical death, discussion of loss of culture, children in distressing situations, dissociation, discussion of canon-typical past child abuse, self-blame. please let me know if there are any other warnings that should be added.

Wordcount: 2,939

Originally published: February 8, 2023

Summary: and this is the question you have to ask yourself (have been asking yourself, have faced from every person you've met in this new world, have been unable to escape in the past few weeks, have asked even your past incarnations who are so far removed from you that thinking their opinion could make a difference is almost laughable): are you going to kill the fire lord?

or, perhaps, a better question, the one everybody is too scared to ask you: are you going to watch the world burn instead?

there is no universe in which you can say no to both of them and not be lying.

(or: the lion turtle doesn't come. aang has a decision to make.)

Notes: inspired by this poll by @aboutiroh so... this is for her! i love the way it’s handled in the show, but something about the way that was worded just made my brain demand me to write this. i wrote the bulk of this in like an hour at 3am and did not let it sit in my drafts long enough for rested me to take a good look at so do with that knowledge what you will. this is in lapslock bc apparently that’s still a thing i’m running with. also i think there are more ellipses in this than in all of my other published fics combined and i am v sorry for that

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you are twelve years old at the end of the world.

there is no waiting for the storm to pass, there is no letting someone else take care of things, there is no waking up, there is no giant lion turtle.

and this is the question you have to ask yourself (have been asking yourself, have faced from every person you've met in this new world, have been unable to escape in the past few weeks, have asked even your past incarnations who are so far removed from you that thinking their opinion could make a difference is almost laughable): are you going to kill the fire lord?

or, perhaps, a better question, the one everybody is too scared to ask you: are you going to watch the world burn instead?

there is no universe in which you can say no to both of them and not be lying.

but you are the last of your people.

kanna called them extinct. the mechanist blew through centuries-old mosaics and stories with rich history like they meant nothing. on ji and shoji and all the other kids from school looked at you like you were crazy when you told them the people who taught you that all life is sacred never had a military.

everyone's eyes are on you. you alone carry their legacy, can press their memory like flower petals on parchment or fingers of wind lacing through cloth. these people don't remember. it has been one hundred years, and they have spent all of them surviving.

you can hardly blame them.

but that means it's up to you to teach them.

this idea—it's not all there is of your people, not by a longshot. but it's still an important one, and if you can't respect and abide by this one belief you and everyone you know have held so firmly in your hearts for ages past, are acknowledging that it's there and actively choosing to just not follow it, how can you ever truly be respecting any of the rest of their customs?

how could you face them, if they knew that you kept the memory of your culture alive, thrust it back into a beating heart heard through the furthest corners of the world, cobbled it back together from dust and shaky breaths, all with bloody hands?

how could you face yourself?

how could anyone look at you, when you tell them that the air nomads were pacifists, and they considered all life sacred, and not think liar, liar, liar? how could you possibly make them understand when you can hardly wrap your head around the possibility of starting the sequence of events that will lead to you having to do so?

but.

all life is sacred.

you think about your home, about gyatso, about the dozens and dozens of suits of armor that surrounded him, dusty bones inside, leather portions stained darker than they should be, even the metal cracked and dented where they once were flung into walls, perhaps fatally.

you think about how very, very long this war has been going on, and how many people have died because of it—how many people will die, if you don't do something drastic in the next twenty four hours.

you think about how when you look deep inside yourself, the closest air nomad avatar you can reach takes one look at the traditions you hold so dear and tells you not to worry, that you could never do it anyway, that you have a higher duty.

you think about how you are only twelve years old, and you think that this might just break something in you.

but you've been broken since you came out of the ice, haven't you?

there will be time to heal, you think, or to try, at least.

you don't think you can live with yourself if you stand back and let the world burn down around you.

even if that means that you won't be able to live with yourself without thinking your hands are red for the rest of your life, or choking on screams and ash every night, or walking out with one or two or ten new shiny scars adorning your skin.

you can only hope they'd be able to forgive you for it.

even if i did defeat ozai, and i don’t know that i could, iroh says, when the idea for him to fight his brother instead is half-heartedly pitched. history will see it as just more senseless violence.

you do not ask him why he thinks that you could beat him if he’s unsure of his own victory. you do not ask what it is, then, for a child to kill a man and his entire culture in the same instant.

you look down at the man before you.

you're not the avatar, not anymore, not really.

it would be easier, if you were. quicker.

but you don't want it to end like that. because you've come to terms with your decision, really, you have, but that feels—

something other, with every force of nature and more at their fingertips, one thousand lives in every breath and thought and voice, using it all to blot one man—horrible, powerful, angry, terrible—still just a man—from the face of the earth with nary a thought.

and. all life is sacred.

you hate ozai. you really, really do.

more than you've ever hated anyone, you think, except for maybe sozin.

you don't want to kill him.

you're going to.

you hate him, and you don't want to kill him, and you're going to anyway, and he's an objectively awful person who's maybe never done a single good thing in his life and caused an immense amount of pain and suffering that will last for generations—and still he deserves for you to be present when you kill him. not safely distanced in the mind and heart like the avatar state sometimes allows lately, allowing so many other someones to take control.

you deserve to be present for it, too.

you don't want to be. but if you're going to betray the last of your people's traditions, willingly and intentionally, then you aren't going to do it carelessly, at the very least. you aren't going to let it be something easily forgotten. you aren't going to let it be any lacking in weight.

another mark upon this line, you think, that you have to do this for them. after everything, and even when in defeat, they gain another victory that can never be erased.

ozai looks at you with something like fear.

you look at him and try to convince yourself that he should die.

(on ji and shoji and all the other kids from school don't know the dances their nation was built on, you remember.

you don't even know how long kuzon lived, you remember. probably not long, after he turned fifteen. zuko said that's when they used to start drafting.

sokka can't even picture his mother's face anymore, you remember.

this war feeds their own people into a machine, you remember. enlistment quotas go up, age and skill requirements go down, propaganda squeezed into every play, spilled over every textbook, shoved down every throat, children and innocents sick and dying from the river that's cradled them for generations and suddenly turned rotten, struggling for food and medicine because the factory's taken it all, because without the factories there is no war, and because these people can't fight back, and have been told to trust, and the people doing this to them do not care.

hama was fed dry air through bound limbs and cracked lips until she learned that even life can be drunk, so even life can be controlled, you remember. until she learned that sometimes, to live, to preserve something on the brink of disintegration, you have to do things you aren't proud of, things you don't enjoy—or learn to. hama, you remember; a katara-that-could've-been, so different from you, too the same, you can't blame her for anything and you blame her for everything. still, not her fault, really.

the prison meant to keep the most dangerous prisoners in the fire nation, built to hold fire benders and non-benders and no one else, you remember.

dozens and dozens of children in tree-tops, you remember. their past burned by the fire nation in one way or another so they could never go back, had no one else to turn to but others still choking on smoke.

you remember, you remember, you remember.)

(ozai, you think, could never be someone who knows enough to remember.)

the list is long and the crimes are many—some so small they seem silly, some so vast you can hardly wrap your tongue around them. all of them, a horror that you've barely even started to comprehend.

you know, suddenly, with a great certainty that terrifies you—yes, this man should die.

(you still do not want to kill him.

you wonder if that makes you a worse person than he is, or a better one.)

you don't have a lot of time.

you've seen azula break out of earthen cuffs before, who knows what ozai is capable of? certainly doing the same shouldn't be beyond his capabilities. you have to act quickly.

even if there wasn't the risk of him getting away—

your friends are going to be here soon, if things went well (and you have to believe that things went well), and—you don't think you can let them see that.

none of them are new to death, really. you aren't either. but you're all still just kids. and it's different, seeing someone die, and seeing someone you know intentionally kill them. or, you think it probably would be.

you're not going to allow that, if you can help it. you don't ever want them to have to see you like that. this.

you don't want to give him a chance to get into their heads, don't want to look zuko in the eye when you haven't worked up the courage to do it yet, don't want toph to have to feel the squirming body, the fade of the fluttering heartbeat, the quaking lungs, the sudden absence of any organic vibration from the corpse.

you have to act quickly.

so you... do.

it's fairly anti-climactic, in the end.

you try to make it as painless as possible. you think some of your friends might say that it's better than he deserves.

you wonder, after, if the dirt on your hands is supposed to feel like blood.

there is... a body in front of you. it used to be a person once.

distantly, the buzzing in your chest begins to fade, and you think that means that maybe the comet's gone now, but it's been behind you for a while now and you don't quite have the will to check.

your friends land near you, and even as you barely register it, something tight in your chest loosens. they're alright, they're alright, it's okay, they're fine, it's done, it's over.

you can't stop staring at him.

suki leans into your line of vision, looking over the corpse with a furrow in her brow.

"did you... you know..."

she opens her mouth to finish the question, but toph cuts her off with an elbow to the side and a sharp nod.

you wonder where zuko and katara are. you wonder if they managed to defeat azula. you wonder how final their methods had to be.

she's fourteen, zuko had told you once.

half your friends are older than that.

(half your friends never got the chance to be older than that.)

you try not to think about what's happening in ba sing se right now.

"aang?"

sokka hobbles over with grit teeth and a pronounced limp. suki rushes to his side next to you to help take the weight off one of his legs. toph's taken one or two steps further, you notice, but nothing more than that.

there's a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"...are you—"

he sucks in a sharp breath.

"are you alright?" he asks, even if he probably knew the answer before the day even started, even if it's probably obvious just from looking at you.

you think that you appreciate the sentiment anyway.

it takes—more effort than it should, you think, but you nod—a shallow thing, that feels tired, and hollow.

your feet ache, your back, your calves, maybe something in your hip, but—nothing serious. it all feels dull, anyhow. distant, somehow. it's not a big deal. doesn't really bother you.

suki wraps an arm around you like she's holding you up, too.

it's a little sad, you think. zuko looks much more like ozai than azula does. none of them liked that much, probably.

toph is suddenly at your side, pressed firmly against you, arm to arm.

when did that happen?

he'd called you weak, a fool, a coward.

you are twelve years old and suddenly you understand with every bone in your body in a way you couldn't wrap your head around before, how this sort of man could look at a child begging for mercy and scar them for life with his bare hands.

you wonder exactly how many like him there are in the fire nation. you think of all the things you've seen and mentally correct that thought to include the rest of the world, too.

one less now, in any case.

you don't have appa. the airships are all down. unless you intend to walk all the way to the caldera, all you can do now is wait.

you're sitting. you think that might be toph's doing.

suki helps lower sokka to the ground, takes a seat herself.

"hey, aang?" toph whispers.

you're glad she's using your name. if she called you twinkletoes right now, you think—you think you might—

you're just glad she doesn't.

as she settles into her spot on the stone, legs crossed beneath her, earth accepting her in a welcoming caress, she folds her arms around your own, clinging in a way you've all grown used to.

"do you remember what we worked on?"

ozai's eyes are gold, and dull.

suki glances between you and him a few times, following your gaze, and you think she's maybe considering closing his eyes, but she doesn't.

of course you remember what you worked on with toph.

earth does not bend, earth does not give. you are sturdy and immovable, a lead weight sliding to the center of the world, dragged down by the body you've just created. you don't know if you will ever be able to fly again after this, don't know if you'll ever be able to stop.

you don't answer, though, so she keeps talking.

"close your eyes."

but if you close your eyes it might not be real anymore. if you close your eyes you won't see what you've done.

maybe that's alright, though. maybe you don't want to.

they shutter closed.

there's a moment of silence, of heavy breathing, and you wonder if she's waiting for some indication from you that you have, but you don't have the strength within you to give it to her. she must either just trust you to have done it, or one of the others gave her some sort of sign, though, because she moves past it without pressing further.

"listen. feel."

you do.

you're still not great at it, definitely nowhere near her level, but—good enough.

you can feel the palm of her other hand sinking into the rock without thought, the way suki's breathing oddly, with more effort than should be required, like something in her ribs is wrong, the way sokka is trembling as the adrenaline fades from his system and the exhaustion sets in. you can feel the wind moving and the trees below shaking under the weight of their char and the critters that are still around to call this place home chasing each other through cracks in the earth and divots in the rock. you can feel the jutting stone that restrains something that will never fight back again, the utter lack of any movement from that side of the platform.

"we're right here. we're okay. we're not going anywhere. it's over."

sokka leans in, stretches the arm he isn't keeping cradled to his chest around the three of you in an approximation of a hug. suki shifts her hold on you to bring you a little closer together. toph leans her head on your shoulder.

she says it again, and again, and again, a mantra you latch onto with both hands and burning eyes.

we're right here. we're okay. we're not going anywhere. it's over. it's over. it's over.

we're okay.

you don't think about the trees, or the restraints, or the animals, or the stone, or the body.

you focus on one, two, three, solid heartbeats, steady sets of lungs.

you don't open your eyes, don't watch the sky. it's okay, though, because they're okay, and they're watching.

you don't know how long you sit there, skin warm where they hold you, breathing deliberately like you've learned for years, focusing on the thrum of their cardiovascular systems, waiting for the last of yours to come home.

you think, if this is the rest of forever, after all that—

you think that maybe you might be okay.

and right now, you don't think you have it in you to care much about what that might say about you.

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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If possible, could I get some headcanons of Bakugou, Kirishima, Tokoyami, and/or Shoji where the reader has fangs or shark teeth (Kiri and reader be twining) that they are insecure about because they got bullied as a kid and called mean names because the other kids thought they made reader look scary. So they always cover their mouth with a mask or a scarf all the time. So when they first see their teeth whether it be on purpose or on accident, reader basically explains to them the insecurity and then they just get smothered in compliments, love, and affection. [Sorry if it's a bit long or hard to understand. I just really love this kind of scenario of someone being insecure about something and once someone finds out about it they get the opposite reaction than they expected. It's just so fluffin sweet. My heart can't take it 🥺❤💕💞💖💗❣💘💝]

a/n: of course!! i don't usually write for shoji but i figured i could add him for these hc's!! this is really cute and sweet bro omg

headcanon: them with a s/o who has sharp teeth

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing

;cut for length;

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katsuki bakugou

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Your insecurity about your teeth began back in primary school.

You’d been called scary more times than you could count back then.

So now you opted to wear a mask on most occasion and considered/did incorporate one into your hero costume.

Of course being in a relationship with Bakugou was nice, but you still felt insecure about something that seemed so small compared to other things, but to you, you couldn’t really look at your teeth without being reminded that at one point when you were little, other kids your age thought they were scary.

Your pointy teeth scared off toddlers when you could barely say your abc’s.

But you were reaching a point in your relationship where kissing had become a big thing.

Your friends asked if you’d kissed yet, and even Bakugou seemed to be talking about it a little.

It wasn’t until you were cuddling in his dorm when he leaned in to try and do it and you swatted him away, covering your mouth.

“Oi! Let me kiss you!” He groaned, pink staining his cheeks.

“You can’t!” You never moved your hand.

“I don’t care about your breath or if you can’t kiss for shit dumbass.” Bakugou retorted, staring at you. You shook your head.

“It’s not that...” You mumbled, staring at him with fear.

“Then what is it? Do you not want to kiss me?” He asked, easing up on you. You shook your head.

“No, no I want to. I really do-”

“Then do it. I’m not worried about you being bad at it, I’m not that immature.” Bakugou sighed.

You didn’t budge, running your tongue along your teeth inside your mouth, you felt like you were going to hurt him if he tried to slip you tongue or something.

“Dumbass, move your hand-”

“Wait!”

It was too late, Bakugou had gotten a full peek at your chompers. He stared at you before grinning.

“That’s cute.” He mumbled, gripping your chin, pulling your face toward his.

“W-what?” You responded, flustered by his comment.

“You have pointy teeth. All the better to bite with...” Bakugou leaned in and connected his lips to yours, stealing your first kiss without even a second thought.

You were boggled by his words, thrown off by him not running away scared.

“If you were worried about your teeth scaring me off, you should know I can handle myself. I’m a big boy.”

He loves to see you smile, even if you only do it around him.

He finds your teeth super cute?? Like man will ask you to nibble on him I’m sorry he thinks ur adorable <3

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eijiro kirishima

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GOD TWINSIESESESES

He realistically finds out when you’re eating alone in your dorm like you usually do.

You’d been teased growing up, called mean names all throughout school, mostly at lunch, so you’d taken up measures to hide your sharp teeth.

You wore masks and scarves, often trying to avoid talking without one.

But Kirishima was so fed up. He wanted to have lunch with you *insert angry emoji face here*

He is smitten for you bro he just wants to eat lunch with his bae

Doesn’t even knock and will barge right in.

His face when you lock eyes is pure love.

He takes a few looks at your teeth, which look similar to his, and he’s practically crying.

“YOU HAVE POINTY TEETH TOO???” He’s hugging you while yu try to push him away.

“Stop! No, you’re supposed to be scared?!” You stare at him.

“Scared? What why? They’re cute! And they look like mine...hey are you calling my teeth scary?!” He pouts.

“No! Mine are-”

“They are not! They’re adorable. They look really cute on you. Not that you can pick out your teeth or whatever but like they’re cute, manly too!” He stumbles over his words before pulling you into another hug.

“Whoever told you they were scary is wrong. They’re cute. I like them.” Kirishima is a blushing mess as he peppers a few kisses on your cheeks, reassuring you that one of your insecurities was actually something really sweet.

He also enjoys seeing you smile.

he calls u his lil shark bae

Please this man will only take selfies with the two of your like full teeth smiling.

Probably has like a gold cast of one of your teeth on a necklace bc he refuses to let u think that they’re scary.

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fumikage tokoyami

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Bless his heart he-

Honestly, he loves your teeth, probably bc you think they’re dark and scary.

This man loves dark and scary things.

So you’ve got pointy teeth and you’re insecure about them. It’s bugged you since you’ve had them, always getting teased for them.

You opted to wear masks to conceal the and usually tried to avoid showing them if at all possible.

But Tokoyami can almost tell if something’s the matter.

He really likes when you open up to him.

He doesn’t try to push the subject, but he’ll remind you if there’s something on your mind that you’d like to talk about, he and/or dark shadow will gladly listen.

So one day you’re just chilling in his dorm painting your nails in partial silence while dark shadow sings some song he’d heard on the radio.

“I would like to kiss you.” Tokoyami blurts out, seemingly out of random. But you’d been dating for a while, it was going to come up at some point.

“Y-you do?!” You look at him almost shocked.

“I do. Is that alright?” He asks, leaning forward ever so slightly. He goes to reach a hand up t stroke your cheek but you quickly cover your mouth with your hand.

“I have really scary sharp teeth that might hurt you if you kiss me.” You blurt out way too quickly, your words jumbling together almost making it impossible to understand.

Tokoyami just chuckles.

“Scary sharp teeth? Do I really look like the kind of guy to be scared by teeth?” Tokoyami chuckles. Your gaze softens and you slowly lower your head.

“You really like all the scary stuff huh.” You smile, your teeth peeking out.

Tokoyami can’t help but notice how pointy they are. He leans in, quickly closing the gap that rests between the two of you.

It’s a nice kiss, reassuring.

You feel better about your teeth.

He loves seeing you smile, and so does dark shadow.

He only teases you for thinking that he’d be scared of your teeth.

man loves dark and spooky stuff? hello if thats the case then ur teeth were made for him.

that sounded weird.

okay but you smiling with black lipstick on???? tokoyami is suddenly offering his hand in marriage for u

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mezo shoji

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If anyone understands what you’re going through, this guys knows.

He doesn’t question you, instead he only tells you that if you’d ever like to talk about why you wear your mask, he’d listen.

Shoji is so sweet.

He’d never pressure you into taking your mask off, or pressure you into telling him why you wear it.

He opens up about his mask and shows you and it makes you feel better.

You feel like you can trust him, and a part of you understands what he’s been through.

You can both relate.

When you finally decide to take off your mask and show him, he’s very patient and understanding.

He doesn’t rush you or make any jokes unless you’re comfortable with them.

He finds your teeth really cute.

“They’re beautiful, just like you.”

It’s such a cheesy line, but he means it.

He pinches your cheeks over and over again because it’s the first time he’s seen them without your mask on.

And your lips, he loves them too.

He loves to kiss them.

And if you do nibble on him, he doesn’t mind either.

You like to wear his mask sometimes when you’re alone in each other’s dorm.

“I think that color suits you, love.” He’ll pull you in close and wrap his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

KISSING. THROUGH. MASKS.

he knows where ur lips are at this point, he’ll place a smooch right on em.

when u wear his mask and it smells like u and then he wears it and hes like <3 <3 <3 i love this homie

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razzle-berry · 3 years

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I have to get this off my chest cuz damn if no one wants to say it, I will! We all know how shitty Quirk society is when it comes to mutation quirks, being quirkless, subtle quirks, or quirks that are just perceived as evil. So I’d like to request hc’s of Shoji, Shinsou, Aizawa, and Fatgum with an s/o that hates people that judge quirks or try to let the bullshit slide.

For example, Shoji’s s/o dislikes Pony from Class 1-B for how she insulted Shoji’s appearance despite not knowing him at all, so she tends to keep a stone face or glare on anyone like that unless they apologize. Would deadass say “He’s not the monster here, you are.”

Shinsou’s s/o would openly call people cowards/idiots for antagonizing Shinsou’s quirk when it could be used for interrogating villains and subtletly get information from enemy sources, so she’s more than happy to defend him and others like him.

And Aizawa’s/Fatgum’s s/o just openly points out the bullshit ethics of the society for how no one should be discriminated or ranked for their quirk since they can’t help being born with whatever quirk they have and even calls out pro-hero’s that holds the whole “flashy quirk >” mindset *cough*Endeavor*cough* since it could demotivate and make others insecure about being a hero or even using their quirks at all.

This was long but quirk discrimination got me heated and I rarely see anyone talk about it or do hc’s about it.

I feel you. I hate this so much too especially because so many people have or may have suffered in the show because of this! I was actually just talking about this with one of my friends earlier lol.

There's going to be a bit if a stylistic change with this hc so bear with me please.

Warnings: Discrimination, swearing, Y/N is about to go off on someone, slight angst ig

Character(s): Shoji, Shinso, Aizawa, Fatgum

Mezo Shoji

Let’s just start off by saying that anybody who has the audacity to call Shoji a monster can catch not just his your, but my hands as well. This man is so strong, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well to not let the blatant discrimination turn him away from wanting to be a hero. (Absolutely no hate to those who did go down that path because of it though, they still valid)

Shoji can, for the most part, handle himself in these situations. While they hurt, he grew up having to deal with it and is sadly used to it

But the first time you went off on someone for judging him, it made him fall deeper in love

“How dare you!” The cafeteria chatter and traffic in the mall seemed to freeze in time as your voice carried out. In front of you was a rather tall man who could have been considered attractive if not for his ugly words. Mezo stood behind you, looking at you in shock at how angry you had become.

“Mezo is an amazing hero, and even better person, and you have the absolute nerve to insult him because of how he looks?”

The man started to sweat underneath your heavy gaze, as well as the whispers that started to grow around you two. Mezo decided to step in and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Darling, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not.” You sent him a brief smile before turning you glare onto the stranger. “You’re not the monster here, he is.”

Hitoshi Shinso

He’s used to people referring to him as a villain the second they know what his quirk is and by the time we the audience meet him, he’s accepted it

He’s fallen into such a deep pit of insecurity, it’s a wonder he even managed to accept that you weren’t afraid of him, let alone have romantic interest him

The first time he saw you jump to his, or any other person that's like him, defense he was in shock.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Hitoshi stopped and stared at you in shock.

A small villain had tried to keep the restaurant hostage for some reason or another and had a woman at gun point as he talked to the police outside. While currently not on duty, Hitoshi still had his licence and controlled the villain to safely return the woman to her family and turn himself in. He tried to go comfort the woman and see if he needed anything, only for her to scream at him for having such a villainous quirk. Naturally, he was upset but he was willing and ready to move on from the unfortunately common situation and just go back to his lunch date with you. Seemed like you had other plans.

"This man just saved you, and you want to call him a villain? How much of a child do you have to be to think that someone's quirk determines what they become. Hitoshi is a wonderful hero, and his so called 'villainous' quirk has helped save hundreds of people!"

Hitoshi took your hand and started pulling you away from the woman, as you were getting closer.

"Calm down, it's fine. I'm used to it."

"Well you shouldn't be! It's people like this that create the villains in this society. Not everyone is as stubborn as you, hearing that you're going to be a villain based on nothing but something you can't control would break someone enough and have then actually turn into a villain!"

You looked at the woman in absolute rage and disgust.

"I hope you're proud of yourself."

Shota Aizawa

He someone who not only grew up with a non flashy quirk, but also is a hero without a flashy quirk. Barely anyone knows who he is because of that, as well as his underground career. While that's a good thing, all things considered, he was and is still a victim of hero society's discrimination

Shota doesn't like UA's entrance exam because it's impractical, and we know he knows that the bias allows for talented potential heroes to slip through because they're not flashy or physically strong. He would have first hand knowledge of this since it almost happened to him.

You, on the other hand, weren't a hero. At least not one like him. You helped people like him know that they're still able to become heroes, no matter what other may say about their quirks and he loved you for it.

"He might not have a strong physical quirk that allows for flashy moves to appeal to an audience, but that doesn't mean he isn't useful, or powerful."

You two were on a date when a fan, if you could even call him that, had walked up to Shota and started asking questions. All was okay until he asked if he ever felt bad for not being as powerful or useful as someone like All Might or Endeavor.

"Yeah, but he's-"

"His own person with his own accomplishments that you probably never even heard about because the media didn't care enough. He's worth so much more than a fancy quirk and a camera ready smile. Now, go back to whatever you were doing, we are busy."

Shota chuckled and allowed you to pull him along.

"You didn't have to do that, you know."

"Doesn't matter, you are an amazing hero and I don't appreciate anyone saying otherwise because of something so stupid as a flashy quirk. Especially when they compare you to fucking Endeavor of all people!"

Fatgum/Toyomitsu Taishiro

Toyomitsu has a quirk that, on the surface, doesn’t seem very useful for hero work. I imagine that he was made very aware of that growing up, and even as he debuted as a hero.

Not to mention that his quirk, when activated, makes body shape turn into an almost oval, vague snowman shape so that might have set some people off. For such a friendly guy, that would have been a cause for insecurity at one point seeing as he genuinely wants people to be happy.

You were someone who never saw him like that and held him through tougher nights when the media got too harsh on him. You were even someone not afraid to get in front of a reporter’s camera and tear them a new one.

“What kind of a ridiculous question is that?”

It was a few weeks after his debut and some people were still mocking him for his quirk. On the surface, fat absorption didn’t seem like much and for someone who doesn’t know Toyo- excuse me- Fatgum (he’s a hero now, you thought proudly), it might even seem useless. But you knew better, and you thought that it was about time others did too.

“Just because Fatgum’s quirk isn’t flashy and destructive, it doesn’t mean he should feel inadequate next to someone who does have one like that, and I don’t appreciate you insinuating that he should.”

The reporter recoiled slightly, and tried to stutter out a response.

“I'm- I'm not-!"

"Fatgum is already an amazing hero, and he's only going to get better. So you can take your prejudice and find a new job because clearly being a reporter is not a good field for you!"

"Sugar, it's okay!" Fatgum placed his hand on your shoulder and smiled. "I'm just going to have to prove them wrong!"

His cheery demeanor was enough to calm you down a bit, but still you couldn't resist shooting the chastised reporter a sharp glare, causing them to shrink back. You smirked at the sight.

"You already have."

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chocoladieimagines · 3 years

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Mind if I request a Muichiro Tokito x black reader?- I would appreciate it tehehe

I don’t mind at all! Muichiro is interesting to me because I always thought he didn’t seem to care about things or just not observant but I learned much more about him~ Enjoy!

Muichiro Tokito x Black!Reader

- Muichiro Tokito and his identical older twin brother, Yuichiro Tokito, were born to a woodcutter and his wife.

- At ten years old, their mother caught bronchitis, an inflammation of the bronchi or the large airways in the lungs that causes coughing. It can either be acute or chronic, chronic being a respiratory disease marked by overproduction of mucus and mucins. After catching a cold it worsened into the illness, while their father had gone to fetch medicinal herbs for their mother during a storm. Their mother died from the condition and their father fell off a cliff during the storm to his death.

- The Tokito brothers became orphaned, surviving together as Muichiro developed an emotional and kind nature after his father and Yuichiro held a cold and impassive outlook on life—possibly telling the twins apart.

- That Spring, Kagaya Ubuyashiki’s wife, Amane Ubuyashiki, recruited the twin boys for the Demon Slayer corps. Yuichiro was distasteful of his brother’s excitement, blaming the death of their parents on their hardworking and selfless natures which froze his outward behavior into a cold demeanor. This way, he thought his tough love for his brother would keep them alive.

- At eleven years old, that Summer, a demon arrived at their cabin during the night and attacked them, resulting in Yuichiro losing an arm within the process—trying to protect Muichiro. Muichiro lost himself in a rage and destroyed the demon with all the tools at their disposal and wooden logs. While the fight lead outside, at dawn, the demon withered to ash and it was that morning that he found Yuichiro near death, motionless. Muichiro prayed if he could survive but only laid next to his brother, grasping his hand as he breathed in abnormal respirations; progressively deeper but some inhales became faster. Then he passed away.

- Amane and her daughters later arrived to heal a severely wounded Muichiro but while he recovered, she remarked to her husband that Muichiro may have suffered memory loss of what happened. “Some may think that it is a blessing for such traumatic events or episodes to be forgotten, especially when it is weighing on the shoulders of a child such as him—so young. But, our scars may also heal and make who we are as a person stronger. It may be through an eye opener or trauma that awakens this omnipresent power source underlying the ignition to your abilities.” Kagaya said. “He has been training fairly well; showing massive strength and highly extensive training. I’m afraid sometimes if he’ll overwork himself.” Amane said.

- “Yes, I do have faith that my children will become stronger if not more powerful than demons. But, they should have proper treatment and the caretaking for all they’re going through. They deserve it.” Kagaya stated. “Can you send him to the Mental Health subdivision where the L/Ns are? I believe if he were to fit treatment into his training, he will fully prosper in blossoming into a true demon slayer.”

- Over the years, The Demon Slayer Corps grew into a large organization, large enough to branch off into smaller subdivisions that were clinics. They were meant to treat demon slayers after they may have gone through trauma or be traumatized by an experience of losing loved ones and those who they care about. Twisted memories within others could lead to mental disorders; depression, anxiety, post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) otherwise insanity.

- Amane echoed the words of Kagaya to Muichiro, wondering if he was even listening to her. Thus, she gave him a piece of paper with a four digit address to your subdivision. “A mental health clinic? For what?” Yeah just as she thought. She deeply sighed but smiled, “It’s to help with your memory loss. We believe you developed Amnesia and would like proper evaluation of your condition so we know that you’ll be in the right hands and guidance.” “I don’t need to be babied by some doctor. It won’t help me with my training.” Muichiro refuted. “It will. This is not a negotiation matter. It is an order from Oyakata Sama.” With that, she bowed and left the boy to himself.

- On his way, he had the piece of paper in his hand but was more attentive to the clouds than he was of himself. He unknowingly let go of the paper as he went in a sense of direction. The subdivisions were connected to the organization by Guzei bridges adjoining to different properties. Each property looked like a huge lush ornate garden. There was varieties of trees; flowering cherry blossoms, azaleas, magnolias, camellias, Japanese maples, pines, cedars and cypresses. Ponds of Koi fish, algae and sheer waterfalls were featured with a peaceful auditory atmosphere of moving water. There was teahouses that also suited as an amenity along each property of the subdivisions. Demon slayers were welcomed into the establishments to chat and socialize while they were served tea and could look into the open view of their tranquil environment.

- Muichiro became so lost into the nature enshrining the place that the assigned task went in the back of his head. Luckily, Amane informed you that you would be having a patient that day by the name of Muichiro Tokito. A young man with long black hair about his back, fading into soft turquoise tips that approach his waist. He wore a gakuran jacket with loose, free hanging sleeves and baggy hakama pants over dark blue tabi socks in a pair of dark blue strapped zōri sandals. You giggled when you saw him staring off into the distance, as she also described to you that he always had a dreamy look on his face. You knew that memory loss could sometimes link with daily functioning since his mind was so easy to trail off from where he was supposed to go.

- “Come! Over here!” You spoke, beckoning to him when you caught the gaze of his minty green eyes. Seeing your kind persona, he slowly walked over to you. “Muichiro Tokito is it? Mist Hashira? It is an honor,” you bowed with the same smile graced on your face. “You were sent here so I could accompany you to hopefully regain your memories.” You thought that he looked fairly young to uphold a rank as high as one of the most elite warriors out of the Demon Slayer corps. But you were also young and was assigned to help other youngsters around your age or even younger. Your family believed that it could establish more of a empathetic bond if it was looked at from a perspective of a person that could easily put themselves in a kid’s shoes. As incredulous as it could be to others, you were a psychologist; identifying psychological, emotional, behavioral or organizational issues and diagnose disorders.

- “You’re a what?” Muichiro trailed off again. “A child’s psychologist. It means to study psychology, ya know—well you wouldn’t know—but studying the human mind and the behaviors that come along with it.” You explained. Muichiro wouldn’t hesitate to say that you were pretty to look at. He’s often fixated on the natural beauty of the world; whether it was the lacy white edged clouds rolling in over the blue sky, a formation of a flock of birds flying or observing the simplicity of a person’s natural looks. You had your hair in two afro puffs; the protuberant strands of your hair accessorized with Craspedia flowers as they were captured in place. There was a type of aura you generated, he couldn’t name it but it positively pervaded the air between you two. He liked the way you addressed him and treated him, as if he deserved the upmost respect since Hashiras have a pivotal role in the Demon Slayer corps.

- They exceeded the limits of an average being, reaching the peak of the human‘s athleticism and condition as they’ve exerted themselves through rigorous training. They were practically the construction of the organization; constantly putting themselves on the front lines and physically capable of going against the Twelve Kizuki or else Muzan Kibutsuji himself. That was the thought process of Muichiro as he sat in a room partitioned with shoji paper walls and lattice screens transmitting light through their translucent sheets. Then the room would be well lit by the rays that pour through the screen soft and muted, bright enough to illuminate the room yet dim enough for comfort. As you sat on cushions upon the tatami mats lining the floor—surrounding a coffee table, the yukimi shoji allowed a panoramic scene of the greenery outside. Bonsai trees were also inculcated as a way of bringing the natural world into your home.

- Yet, what he liked the most was the sound of your voice. While you peacefully presented yourself by the style of your hair and clad of a bright orange kimono with golden flower decals and a tightly bound obi, you gently spoke to him to exhibit your patience. As much as he thought it was babying him, it was a matter of speaking in friendly, congenial, and playful tones. It helped people respond better and learn better when in a hospitable environment. While you took notes of his behavior, you pointed out tips; encouraging him to continue his daily activities of training which would increase blood flow through the whole body including the brain. At least 150 minutes of moderate aerobic activity should be spread throughout the week.

- You gave him mental exercises which could stimulate his brain and keep his memories going. You introduced him to the game shogi: a two player strategy board game that is the Japanese variant of chess. Sudoku, which is a logic based, combinatorial, number-placement game. As well as crossword puzzles and Contract Bridge, a trick-taking card game using a standard of a 52-card deck. The game consists of a number of deals, cards are dealt to the players and the player “calls” or “bids” in an auction are sought to take the contract, specifying how many tricks the partnership receiving the contract (the declaring side) needs to take to receive points for the deal. You noticed that although he was impassive, and at times, obtuse the first time around, he began to show a willingness to learn.

- The way he looked when he was focused; his eyes centered on the shogi pieces on either side of the board, frowning in concentration each time he moved his ranging pieces: The Lance, bishop or rook. You were capable of analyzing his movements like there was an invisible string being pulled by the contraction of his muscles. You could tell every signal his brain sent by his body language; the silent gasps of air he took when he saw a move, the way he eagerly moved in the number of squares as if they were derived of a plan he had up his sleeve. You also amused the intensity in his gaze as he concentrated; propping his chin between his fingers to properly have a view of the pieces; currently seeing you moved a friendly piece adjacent to your king which meant he couldn’t move in that direction at all.

- He was gaining up on you though. Within the pattern of moving your pieces and capturing them by removing it from the board, you had fewer pieces left and had to think more strategically. When another moment of silence occurred, you took a glance at Muichiro’s features but this time he was looking up at you. With the sound effect of a piece snapping against the board, he said, “Checkmate.” At the same time, the sound caught your attention and he was right. Your king was in check, you could no longer make any legal moves to protect it.

- “Impressive. Fair play, Tokito.” You praised him. He was making more progress; there was something that had been added to him. Perhaps it could be his emotions or if he was friendlier. “You know, you should come watch me train some day,” He calmly proposed. “It’s like you’re cooped up in this place. But I can’t blame you, I purposely would be too if it meant getting away from the troubles of this world.” He was much more talkative too although it was a surprise to others. The Hashira were used to his usual laid back nature and obliviously wandering off in his thoughts as if he didn’t care about the situation or someone. Kagaya described that it was like you made him remember his emotions by feeling the introduction of love.

- You were surprised by his words and only shook your head. You were certain to sustain a professional relationship with a client in order for you to make an accurate diagnosis of their condition. He reasoned that “Without waging war, there was the nexus of love. The history of humanity is a bloody tale of genocide. The only survivors are our collective ancestors. The drive toward conformity is a preparation for war and is amped in power by comparison. Thus, in times of fear the proper leaders must have an upper brain capable of dominating their primitive drive and converting that amped power into solution finding over war strategy. Therefore, after our conflicted minds have been revealed to such a feeling such as passion—ardor, their reality has been expanded. Their outlook on the world is being changed to realize there are two of the complementary.”

- After listening, you looked to your shoulder to see Muichiro beautifully move with his katana. As he trained against another one of the Hashira, it was like watching a scene from a movie. Both of them moved with such speed that your eyes processed their movements in a delay, seeing them perform through accuracy as every turn they made resulted in their weapons clashing. It almost made blood roast under the constitute of your espresso cheeks by being able to watch two slayers train. Knowing these people were your protection, it felt promised by the combat proficiently owned by Muichiro. Afterwards, he was able to put their battle to an end after disarming his comrade. They both bowed in respect before the boy looked in your direction with his dolly green eyes.

- “That was great Tokito Muichiro. It is a privilege to know and see that we have our Hashira’s protection.” You inclined your body once again in his presence but he only raised you by your chin. “Y/N, just call me Muichiro.” He said softly. “It’s not like you have to treat me like I’m royalty or like I’m superior above everyone else.” “I-I mean, but you’re a Hashira. You’re...You’re practically the back bone of the Demon Slayer Corps.” You sheepishly said after he tipped your chin to look at him. “Still, it doesn’t give me the right to not have respect for others as well. It should be me kneeling for you. You’ve been by my side for a while now and it feels like I’ve changed. During every moment I’ve spent with you so far, I keep falling deeper and deeper.”

- Your family teased of how there was puppy love between you two. They’ve been seeing the way Muichiro looked at you at times; giving you big eyes while you talked to him—his famous dreamy look but the absence of paying attention to your words was subconsciously made by staring at your features. You would have to pull him back to his consciousness which he would wave off saying that he just liked to listen to you talk. But there were times opposite of the vacant look you were used to, which was when he actually expressed his emotions. His eyes were windows; allowing the transparency of his emotions to come together to form the art of his soul. It formed a picture you saw in an instant and comprehended with full depth. A reflection of his old self; a caring individual with a higher level of kindness and understanding than his demeanor as a demon slayer. Believing he should aim to do good for others if he wanted good to be done for him.

- “What do you mean Muichiro?” You questioned to be clear, although the heat bubbling under your skin had a feeling of what he meant. “I mean that I like you. I think you’re really smart, sweet and pretty. When I go to meet you every week, I wanted to change it to everyday. The place seems so peaceful, especially with caring people like you. Ive come to love the feeling of being cared for. Now I want to care for you.” He confessed with a soft smile, still holding your chin so he could see you process his words. “You...really mean that?” You questioned again. “Yes.” He nodded. “Would you like to have a kiss? Could that prove my feelings for you?”

- The way he innocently inquired it made you shift in place and your heart to sing a song out of melodic and rhythmic sounds. You weren’t sure what to think or what to say, only you went off of the instincts of your gut who spoke to your heart to spell out how you felt. So you slowly nodded, mentally bracing yourself as he raised one hand to cup your cheek and angularly tilted his face. Then, when he leaned in you closed your eyes and felt his lips land on yours. They were smooth to the touch as he gently connoted with his lips. The warmth was cut off when he brought his head back to test the waters, opening his eyes to see your pleasured face. But you wrapped your hand in his hair and pulled him back into you, feeling much more confidence from him when his hand felt on the curve of your hip. His progress has truly improved since he wasn’t necessarily your client anymore but something more.

Thank you for reading! Hope you all enjoyed! 🤎🍫

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regrettablewritings · 4 years

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Fluff alphabet for Tadashi Hamada if you're stil writing for him, please. B, c,s w?

Indeed, I do still write for the lovely lad. Stuff is below the cut

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?):

Oh, most definitely. Tadashi is a very family-oriented man. Always has been, always will be. So it’s no surprise that he looks forward to the day he can start his own little branch of the Hamada family tree. We’ve already seen how he is with Hiro: He’s protective, he’s encouraging, he’s inspiring, he’s good at getting him to do things he may not want to do even if it’s for his own benefit -- imagine what wonders he could do if those traits were applied to a little mini-him or mini-you or mini-you-both!

Honestly, the subject goes more or less unspoken between you two because it’s kind of a given that Tadashi wants kids. You two would be taking a walk in the park or going to the mall and the moment a stroller passes by, he’s barely playing off how much he’s trying to crane his neck to gaze upon the chubby wonder resting inside. You can see the disappointment in his eyes when he fails. Some days when you’re just at the Lucky Cat trying to get some homework done, you’ll glance up and see him at a table with a baby at it, speaking all kinds of sweet words to them. You’ve seen his favorites playlist on Youtube -- it has a decade-old commercial for Legal Zoom on it. When you questioned why it was there in the first place, you had to witness your adoring boyfriend sheepishly admit that the baby in it was just too cute. And also he liked the pale purple walls and thought it’d make for good inspiration.

“Good inspiration for . . .?” you led, knowing exactly where it was headed. You watched at Tadashi’s eyes wandered and his cheeks and ears reddened.

“For . . . a nursery . . .” he responded. It was a mumble, but you heard everything you needed to know loud and clear.

Well, not everything, of course: You asked him what exactly he envisioned for the future.

He admitted he wasn’t exactly particular about whether he wanted a boy or a girl, let alone first or second -- he just knew he would like at least two children so neither one would be lonely. Corny and cheesy as it was, he would’ve preferred to live somewhere a little closer to the suburbs (“Hey, at least I don’t expect a white picket fence!” he justified). His reasoning being that he’d like a nice, quiet area in which many parks and libraries and schools can be accessible, and so any children of yours have room to grow. However, given the structure of the area, he knew that this was going to be a tough call for a multitude of reasons.

Bottom line, though, he’d be okay with living in the city if it meant he could still provide for you and your hypothetical kids the best he could. He just wants to make sure everyone is happy and healthy. But for now, he’s content with it just being the two of you . . . Emphasis on “for now.”

C = Cuddles (How do they cuddle?):

Usually with a prayer that Hiro doesn’t barge in. No, seriously: That bedroom of theirs offers only the most courteous of privacies by way of a tasteful but otherwise unpersuasive shoji. You want Hiro to see you guys trying to get cozy about as much as Hiro does -- which is not at all, given how he pretends to throw up every time he’s walked in on you two. And how he’s voiced his dislike of it.

Given that Tadashi is ever the caring brother and roommate, he can only get away with so many dry, “You don’t have to be here”s before he just feels bad about it. As a result, the two of you have actually had to create a cuddling schedule built with Hiro’s course times, your availability, and Tadashi’s availability in mind. And God forbid Hiro ever finds out about that schedule because all he needs is one more reason to call the both of you Ultra Nerds.

Worse-case scenario, you two get booted out and have to make do with the couch in the garage, cramped as it is. But you don’t mind: Usually, the reason you two are cuddling is because you’re so butt-tired from coursework that you need to relax and zonk out for a couple hours. Besides, for as lanky and more muscle-based as a guy like Tadashi is, his arm wrapped around you is unfairly warm and comforting. You’re bound to be conked out before you can even utter a complaint, or at the very least you’re way too relaxed to register the fact that you’re both awkwardly strewn about the furniture.

So if it had to be put in a different way (and less about worrying somebody might barge in), you supposed you could describe your cuddling as being the snug equivalent to how a college student eats, sleeps, or lives altogether: You both take what you can get when you can get it and try to enjoy it before it’s time to go to your next “adult obligation.”

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?):

Tadashi is a pretty optimistic person so it’s actually hard to get him completely down, let alone long enough for him to actually require a pick-me-up bigger than a brief inner pep talk. Normally all he needs to do is have a quiet moment to himself, some time to cool down, maybe remind himself that things can and will get better. But in the odd moment where this isn’t enough, Tadashi will often turn to his interests.

However, don’t assume this means he’ll hunker down in his lab and focus on one of his projects: He’s long since learned that it’s best to not robotically engineer with sad or frustrated -- way too many power outages have occurred from that.

Instead, he turns to his other hobbies: Living with Aunt Cass means he’s been knowing how to bake for years, albeit the baked fruits of his labors don’t always come out prettily; depending on how free his schedule is (read: not very at all anymore), he may go find a location to go surfing; or he goes to a park to get, like, a cart crepe. Usually being outside in a sunny place (with plenty of puppies and babies around) zaps him back to normal.

Which leaves him with plenty of time to figure out how to cheer you up!

Given his nature, Tadashi has become a wiz at cheering others up. He’s just got this nearly contagious brightness about him. And even if you don’t find yourself as readily bright as he, don’t worry: He’s not afraid to pull old tried-and-trues on you. Being an older brother/almost fatherly figure has allowed him the perfect position to perfect his trade: That is, the art of being goofy for the sake of cheering up his loved ones. He will easily pick you up and jump around with you, hollering about how he’s going to “turn that frown upside-down” -- by actually holding you upside-down.

Not your cup of tea? Then be prepared to witness the most tragic case of Dad Dancing ever recorded in a man below the age of 30, complete with cheesy disco music. You will be forced to witness his arms flailing, head bopping, mouth performing what you had once heard being referred to as “The White Man’s Overbite”. You will beg that he stop “for the love of Mochi.” You will try to have your pleas be heard over the speaker blaring “Got to Be Real” by Cheryl Lynn, only to be further drowned out by your boyfriend’s tone-deaf singing.

But the man will not stop: He must dance in your honor.

And once you’re done wiping away the tears left from cackling, he’ll treat you to some froyo.

If this still doesn’t work, there’s the slightest chance he might pull out the big guns: Tickling. It’s reserved strictly as a worst-case scenario, but he’s going to dance until his feet bleed if he can help it before he has to do that again. The last time he resorted to tickling a little too eagerly, it . . . didn’t end well.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?):

When? A balmy evening in May. How? With a bit of difficulty. Mind you, Tadashi is a generally organized man on the average day. But on the day he proposes to you – heck, the days leading up to it? He’s a bit of a mess. And it’s in no small part due to how incredibly involved his friends and family had tried to be the entire time.

Make no mistake, he’s very glad that he has such supportive loved ones. However, he found himself constantly fighting off a heart attack every time one of them treaded the line a little too closely for his comfort. (Sure, there’s little suspicion in Honey gushing over wedding magazines with you or Aunt Cass asking you to sample a “brand new wedding cake flavor” she was planning to use for some pastries, but Wasabi asking about your ring size and Fred talking about how kaiju costumes were better than tuxes until GoGo had to slam him down really wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.)

Hiro might’ve been the closest thing to normal throughout it all, much to the elder Hamada brother’s surprise. But even then, he was more of less gesturing for Tadashi to just go ahead and pop the question – albeit, at the most inopportune times in the latter’s honest opinion.

“I can’t propose to my girlfriend in the campus library!” Tadashi rejected Monday.

“There’s nothing romantic about being in the middle of a pizzeria and going, ‘Hey, will you marry me?’” he scoffed on Wednesday.

“Hiro, if you ever propose to somebody in front of a mall fountain, then I’ve failed you,” came his dry response Saturday. He knew his younger brother meant no harm by applying the lightest of pressures; he just wanted all the anxieties over with! But this was you Tadashi was proposing to: You deserved only the best. Only the most heartfelt . . . Which was why, in the end, the where of it all was the Lucky Cat Café. Was it the fanciest establishment he could have done it in? Not really. Thankfully, Aunt Cass was all too eager to oblige his request to have the café to yourselves one evening; it allowed him to properly decorate your favorite table with a tablecloth and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. It was admittedly a tad cheesy, but you certainly didn’t mind it.

But this was where Tadashi had grown up. It was where his family – the core of his being – was, where his friends congregated to relax. This was his home in so many ways and if he was to invite you into his family, he wanted it to be done here. Even if it meant Aunt Cass and Hiro were not too discreetly peeking out from the back. Or that the entire time Tadashi was trying to recite his proposal speech, he kept getting distracted by your friends, whose faces were mashed against a window behind you, waiting to bear witness to this milestone.

Suffice to say, it was a very group-oriented situation. But neither you nor Tadashi would have had anything less.

Thank you for your patience!

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stillness-in-green · 3 years

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Ahistorical, Absurd, and Unsustainable (Part Four and Conclusion)

An Examination of the Mass Arrest of the Paranormal Liberation Front Introduction and Part One Part Two Part Three

PART FOUR: Thematic Problems

For all that portions of the Western fandom look at the MLA and see Evil Quirk Eugenicists and Hypocritical Ultra-Rich, they had legitimate complaints, and their goals, while overly radical if taken to their logical extremes—see Geten[51]—still offer a way to address a huge number of the problems this society faces. Locking them up and throwing away the key is shutting off one of the most prominent angles on addressing those issues. Consider:

The Problem of Heroics

Quirk-based prejudice is real, and a huge amount of it is based in the hero/villain dichotomy. This isn’t surprising; when you set up a group of people as “heroes,” it follows logically, linguistically, naturally that the people they fight must be villains. Villains are bad, are evil, are black-and-white figures with no motivation worth considering. Toss them in jail; who cares? They earned being in there with their Bad Actions. But that kind of thinking is insidious—it spreads.

If someone looks like a villain, if someone has a bad quirk, they may well be a Bad Seed. And if they aren’t, well, the responsibility is on them to rise above that prejudice, to become better than the people around them think they can be—but no one asks the people around them to maybe stop being so damn prejudicial all the time.

A horrifyingly stark example shows up in Chapter 310, in which a woman is being attacked by a group of three men for no reason save that they think she looks like a villain, so they assume she must be a villain. Her obvious villain trait? She’s a heteromorph—unusually tall, with a vulpine face. That’s it. She’s not dressed in a threatening or antisocial style; she’s not aggressive or angry. She’s just a heteromorph who didn’t go to a shelter right away because she thought things would calm down if she waited it out.

Love Midoriya following this up with, “I bet they were just scared too.” Way to chase an aggression with a micro-aggression there, hero. (Chapter 310)

Of course, tensions are running high right now, higher than would ever be the case under normal circumstances, but even in “normal circumstances,” this uncomfortable bias persists. Consider Class 1-A’s Shoji: Shoji wears a mask because he's a gentle soul who doesn’t want to scare small children, but maybe instead, people should be teaching their kids not to judge by appearances? Then maybe their kids wouldn’t grow up to be the kinds of people who attack others for looking a little scary and not going to sufficient pains to hide it?

As far as bad quirks go, meanwhile, Shinsou is the classic example on the hero side. He was told by classmates, laughingly, that he had a good quirk for a villain; he carries himself at all times like he’s got something to prove. I suspect the only reason he’s at U.A. and not running with the League of Villains is a supportive home life,[52] but either way, people are all too ready to apply a villain label to him based on an ability that was nothing but genetic lottery, and that’s because the existence of heroes defines itself by the existence of villains.

Of course, the otherization of villains and people-who-kind-of-seem-like-they-might-be-villains is only part of the problem. The other and frankly larger issue is the effect that limiting quirk use to heroes-only has on the cultural mindset—heroes, villains, and civilians alike.

Japan in real life fosters a sense of community support so profound that children as young as four can be sent on small errands[53] around the neighborhood, safe in the knowledge that if they need help, they will be able to get that help. It’s far more common for young children to walk or take public transit to school than it is in the U.S. Another example is the country’s enthusiastic embrace of publicly available AED machines, complete with easy-to-understand printed and audio instructions about how to use them on people suffering heart attacks, a movement that has saved the lives of many who might not have otherwise survived long enough for an ambulance to arrive.

In My Hero Academia’s Japan, though?

You wind up with people who don't even particularly want to become heroes enrolling in hero schools anyway because it's the only way they can imagine contributing to society. Uraraka and Gran Torino are obvious examples—Uraraka becoming a hero less because she felt a calling to and more because it seemed like the best way to ameliorate her family’s hardscrabble lot in life; Torino getting a hero license not because he cared about being a hero at all, but because he was in on the One For All situation and needed to be able to use his quirk freely to help fight that secret war.

An even more telling case is that of the main character himself. Midoriya desperately wanted to “save” people, and from all the evidence we have in the early manga, as far as he was concerned, the only way for him to do that was to become a hero. He never even considered e.g. signing up for any volunteer programs around his neighborhood or joining the police. It’s like he never even considered the possibility of helping people via other channels.

And this is a consistent issue! People who don't think that they can become heroes train themselves (and are trained by society) into believing that they are powerless, that it isn’t their responsibility to help when they see trouble, leading to things like Shimura Tenko's “long walk,” where countless people look at a child of five, bloody and alone, and then make the conscious decision to look away, because “a hero will help.”

Hell, it even spills over onto actual heroes, who in the first chapter stand around like chumps waiting for “someone with a better quirk” to come and do something about the sludge villain, because they don’t have the perfect quirk to solve the problem themselves, so they don’t even try.

Of course, even if they did try, it might not be welcomed. Consider cases where people wanted to do good, like Gentle Criminal or Vigilantes' Koichi, but had their road to heroism blocked—this led them to villainy or vigilantism, which in turn can lead to arrest and possible prison time, with all the attendant stigma.

Restricting quirk use to heroes-only has impacts beyond just how it distorts people’s desire to help, too. Evidence in the manga suggests that some people feel a stronger biological drive to use their quirks than others. What options do those people have, then, if their quirks—or their personalities—don’t seem naturally cut out for heroism?

In Tamaki Amajiki’s flashback in Chapter 140, a teacher tells his class, “People make fine use of their quirks at any number of jobs. Being a hero’s not the only option. How will you be useful to society in the future? That’s what we’re here to explore in quirk training.” This is the scene in the manga that most explicitly tells us that other avenues for quirk use exist, but we’re never once shown what those avenues might be. At best, this suggests that those avenues are drastically limited (e.g. only available to those whose quirks are deemed “useful to society”) and/or poorly explained to people in-universe—else why would Uraraka have chosen heroism despite her lack of interest in it if she could have just gotten some kind of job license for her quirk? At worst, it’s an example of Horikoshi throwing in a line that contradicts the surrounding canon. Either way, we’re left with people who feel a strong drive to use their quirks being pressured into heroism or straying into villainy for lack of other acceptable outlets.

All of these issues could be mitigated by less draconian restrictions on quirks—which Destro's followers are the only characters in the manga we've actively seen pushing for, rather than just heard about second-hand—and by not using an ideologically charged word like “heroes” to describe a glorified independent police force. Allowing people to freely use their quirks[54] means fewer people being pushed into a heroics job they're unsuited for, means fewer people being pushed into villainy, means a more rounded view on how quirks can be used, leading to less quirk-based prejudice and less—well, let’s talk some about false dichotomies.

All For Nothing, Nothing For All

Shigaraki stands as a fundamental accusation of the way the hero/civilian dynamic exacerbates the Bystander Effect, making people think of themselves as powerless, while at the same time putting untenable pressure on heroes to be perfect victory machines who don't experience pain or doubt or weakness. He further attests that this dynamic pushes out people who don't fit either category—victim or hero—making them villains. This is one of the fundamental thematic conflicts of the series—is one hero enough? Are heroes themselves enough? What are heroes, what do they fight, and what should they be fighting? Who deserves to be “saved” and what does it mean, anyway, to “save” someone? What happens to the people who aren’t saved? How will the world grapple with the consequences, the resentment, that stem from that failure?

In his work Underground, written to grapple with and criticize the way Japanese media covered the sarin gas attacks, author Murakami Haruki talked about the response to the incident being to call the members of Aum Shinrikyo evil, insane, diseased, other. They were spoken of as a monstrous fringe that could not have been predicted, about which nothing could have been done, rather than examined as bright, well-educated young people who by all accounts ought to have had good futures ahead of them but instead spiraled down into a doomsday cult. Murakami asserted that, because the Japanese public was unwilling to ask how and why that happened, was unwilling to self-examine, the country was locking itself into a repeating cycle. Memorably, he wrote, “Most Japanese seem ready to pack up the whole incident in a trunk labeled THINGS OVER AND DONE WITH,” to describe this resolute incuriosity, the strong aversion to looking into the face of evil and trying to find the humanity within it.

In this post and its follow-up, tumblr user @robotlesbianjavert discusses the problems that stem from that exact tendency as portrayed in My Hero Academia. She says, “Only making decisions that benefit the greater good is not the real solution that the narrative is rooting for. Not so long as it fails to recognize and address the needs of the victims that still come of it.” Hero Society will never stop creating its own villains so long as, every time it fails people, it does nothing but shrug and write off the victims as unavoidable, inevitable sacrifices for the greater good.

I would also like to highlight her point—which I hope she one day posts her own full essay on—about the way All For One and One For All serve as two extreme poles of equally unsustainable visions for society. This dynamic is all over the manga.

There are the characters of AFO and his younger brother themselves, each forever locked in battle to prove the correctness of his own way of thinking, and forever talking past the other even when they’re face to face.

There’s the contrast of heroes, giving their all to help strangers even when it hurts the people they love, with villains, giving their all to help the people they love even when it hurts strangers.

The flaws in the One For All model can be seen in the multilayered ravages it inflicted on All Might physically, emotionally, and socially. Thus, one for all is not always ideal.

The strengths of the All For One model can be seen in a team of heroes and police combining their efforts and will to help one single person—Eri. Nighteye even highlights this with his speech about everyone’s efforts coalescing into Midoriya and helping him to “twist fate.” Thus, all for one is not always about selfishness.

Once you start looking for it, this duality shows up everywhere, and I think—I hope—it’s an angle Horikoshi is conscious of. The obvious solution is that the extremes of this society are all undesirable—that total selflessness and total selfishness are equally unsustainable, and both are, ultimately, damaging. A more holistic approach is needed, yet if a holistic approach is what the manga ultimately proves to be seeking, it makes the mass arrest of the PLF particularly problematic, if it’s allowed to stand unchallenged. You cannot just choose not to see 115,000 dissatisfied people—some way or another, you have to reckon with them, and if you don’t do it in a way that actually helps them address whatever their core problem is, you’re just setting yourself up for more of the same further down the line.

The MLA believed that they were fighting for a just cause, for freedom, for the future. They absolutely had issues—Geten’s words indicate that much—but they were issues that would have been much better addressed by actually challenging them openly, rather than suppressing them. If they couldn’t get society to agree right away that the use of one’s quirk should be as unregulated as the use of one’s hands, maybe they would have accepted a tiered license approach to quirk use as a good starting compromise. If they wanted totally unhindered quirk use, such that people could murder with impunity? Well, that would never have gotten past the House of Representatives, but maybe a bill declaring that crimes committed by quirks should be treated no differently than crimes committed via any other means would have. A weeklong debate on the Diet floor would have stood a much greater chance of e.g. addressing the needs of the quirkless than the MLA alone would have bothered with.

The MLA didn’t get to have that kind of debate. Instead, they ran headfirst into Shigaraki Tomura, who made them far more dangerous. And yet… For all that Shigaraki twisted them, he didn’t change them so much that Re-Destro couldn’t still see the light of his ideals within them. Furthermore, even though the PLF didn’t win the battle we call the War Arc, it may be that they’re well on their way to winning the actual war.

“The Seeds Are Already Sown”

So what did the PLF actually want? Well, we have a few sources on that—Shigaraki’s desire to destroy “everything,” the cloned Re-Destro’s vision of liberation through “order without order,” and so forth. But a very instructive place to look is Hawks’ doomsaying in Chapter 258. While the PLF is a bit too scattered or imprisoned to appreciate it, a shocking number of the things Hawks laid out for the audience have actually come about, even if they didn’t happen exactly as the PLF planned. Consider:

Bring down the status quo by annihilating all heroes. Heroes—a number of whom died the day of the raid—are retiring in mass numbers. As the manga describes it, they are “being put through a sieve.” They certainly haven’t all been annihilated, but the ones remaining are having to do the work with little in the way of thanks or glory—the false heroes Stain spoke of have left the table.

They plan to attack all major cities at once throughout the nation. Gigantomachia stampeded over more than twenty cities in the space of less than an hour. A bunch of them were surely not major cities, but all the same, it was a rampage that caught the heroes almost completely off-guard (because they were all tied up arresting the PLF and didn’t think Machia would be an issue), leading to massive collateral damage and unspeakable loss of life.

With society brought to a lawless standstill… Thanks to AFO’s prison breaks, a bunch of villains are now out there raising hell to their hearts’ content, and there aren’t enough heroes around to always respond in a timely fashion. They’re having to open up schools as shelter zones, evacuating entire cities, which the common people respond to predictably poorly, leading to groups of people who were not previously villainous deciding to take the law into their own hands.

…Re-Destro and the Hearts & Minds Party will storm the political world. In Chapter 297, the less openly fascist guard worries that the remaining factions of the HMP[55] will still be stirring up trouble on the political front, especially given the enormous wave of brand-new complaints about human rights violations that he doubtlessly figured were incoming.

They will distribute weapons and extol the virtues of self-defense, calling it true freedom. Whether Detnerat picked up the pace of its black-market support goods sales, bankrolled Giran doing the same, or some other groups—yakuza, perhaps—stepped up, we already know that there are weapons and support goods circulating throughout society, and that people are using them for self-defense.

These people will throw the world into chaos and enthrone Shigaraki atop the rubble. The second coming of All For One. Far more so than anyone in the PLF would have wanted, this one has come horribly true with the AFO vestige’s possession of Shigaraki.[56]

While it is perhaps karmic that the PLF is in no position to enjoy the fruits of their villainous efforts, it’s striking how much of what they wanted has come about anyway. And how much of this can really be undone or wound back? Complete societal breakdown isn’t the kind of genie you can easily rebottle, and this, I think, is particularly illustrated by the civilians Yo and Tatami encounter in Chapter 307.

I’d like to wind this essay down by zooming in on that encounter somewhat.

The group of people the Ketsubutsu pair encounter in 307 are not nice, but neither are they violent. Having, like so many others, lost faith in heroes to protect them, they want only to protect their hometown and for heroes to leave them be. They’ve fended off a few small-time villain attacks and are bluntly uninterested in cooperating with condescending heroes (an impression Yo is not helping to mitigate) who have done nothing but disappoint them.

The spokesman in particular feels to me like someone who’s suffered a significant personal loss. The shadow over his eyes here is telling. (Chapter 307)

When Muscular shows up, they are 100% ready to put their lives where their mouths are. They are all in the process of charging outside, first to stop their town from suffering more damage, then to back up a hero kid they just got done telling to buzz off. And you know? It’s possible—probable, even!—that Muscular would have murdered every last one of them, and them charging in to fight him would have led to a horrific tragedy, one more to stack atop the pile.

And yet, while the narrative doesn’t allow them to actually assist,[57] neither does it entirely rebuke them, in the end. When all is said and done, the civilians agree to hear Tatami and Yo out, and they help Tatami get Yo inside for medical attention. The leader is a little abashed, but he doesn’t bow his head and admit to being wrong; his group doesn’t meekly submit to being herded to shelter. And that’s because the narrative is—wisely—unwilling to say that they’re wrong.

After all, how could it?

Midoriya Izuku and the jaded civilian's instincts. (Chapters 1 and 307)

For a last comparison, remember that in the first chapter, Midoriya Izuku—quirkless, untrained Midoriya Izuku—dove into a fight he had no way of winning, no way of even affecting. All he was doing was endangering himself and making the sludge villain even harder to target. Still, All Might and the narrative alike praised him for his action, because it was driven by a “desire to save.” In Chapter 307, a group of undertrained civilians witnesses a high school boy being attacked by the highest tier of villain their society knows, a Tartarus escapee, a gleeful and unrepentant serial killer with a devastatingly powerful quirk. Their response is to gather up their weapons and numbers and dive in to try and help. Regardless of the weakness of their quirks, regardless of their lack of training, regardless of the danger to their lives, their instinct is the same as Midoriya’s was back then—“the desire to save.”

How could the narrative possibly tell us that they're wrong?

And if they aren’t wrong, this group of people who are so very close to the vision the PLF had for the world after their revolution, the narrative simply cannot expect to retain the slightest hint of credibility if it tries to tell us that the PLF are worth nothing more than an authorial handwave and the slamming of a cell door.

Conclusion

What we are seeing in the manga now is a society that is fumbling towards a new way. It isn’t perfect; it has a lot of wrinkles to iron out. Yet in some ways, if this is a society that has gone back in time, it is also a society that has a chance to chart a different path forward than it did before, a more inclusive path, a more balanced one. Heroes can still exist in the same way that surgeons and emergency responders exist, but that doesn't mean people throw their first aid kits in the garbage.

People protest that untrained civilians using their quirks leads to collateral damage, and that's true. The same would be true, however, if a nation that relied solely on public transit suddenly faced the total breakdown of that system and found that, if they wanted to get anywhere farther than walking distance, they had to get behind the wheel of a car and drive there themselves with no previous experience handling a motor vehicle. With some basic training, or perhaps a test and associated license that is as ubiquitous as a driver's license, how much of the collateral damage caused by civilians fighting might be reduced? How might people feel more empowered to act when necessary?

I very much want to see that future in the manga. It will feel terribly bitter, however, if the people who always believed in that future the most don’t get to see it themselves.

Bit characters are bit characters, I know. Terrorists in fiction don’t typically get to walk away scot-free. But numbers aren’t just numbers, even in fiction, even when they’re villains. If all Horikoshi wanted was a sufficiently large, scary threat to throw his heroes up against, he should have stuck with mindless Noumu or maniacal robots. He didn’t. He chose to make that threat human. He cannot now choose to dehumanize the threat, just because those humans are no longer convenient to his story.

Or at least, he can’t make me look at his doing so as anything other than appalling—ahistorical, absurd, and unsustainable.

Come back next time for sources and further reading.

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[51] And yes, as always, I do think that Geten-whose-name-means-Apocrypha is a radical, not a reliable barometer for the MLA norm.

[52] Contrasting Toga, the standard-bearer for bad quirks on the villain side.

[53] We don’t know if that practice—so widespread it became the subject of a long-running TV program—survived the Advent and raised crime rate, but if it didn’t, that only further suggests that kids wandering the streets unattended are probably in need of assistance.

[54] Within the same bounds other freedoms exist, e.g. they’re not unduly burdening others.

[55] Small political parties in Japan merge and fragment all the time, particularly in times of crisis, so it’s not surprising that the HMP has some sub-groups. I am somewhat surprised that these factions themselves weren’t dissolved as well, given the heavy-handedness on display everywhere else. This is about the only thing that suggests that the arrests might not be as totally over-the-top as is otherwise implied, though really, if that’s the case, it just brings us back to the problem of all the people who probably slipped the net if the HPSC did opt to undercompensate.

[56] Another enormous thematic issue I have with tossing away the PLF like this is that it renders Shigaraki and the League’s hard-fought victories in My Villain Academia all but meaningless—worse than meaningless, since settling into the villa instead of staying on the run or bunking up with Ujiko wound up losing them Twice—but that’s more a problem with the writing of Shigaraki’s arc than the themes of the series as a whole. Certainly, fumbling Shigaraki’s arc will have a nigh-incomparable impact on the themes of the series as a whole, but there’s time to salvage his situation yet, so I’m crossing my fingers and reserving judgement on that for now.

[57] It should have.

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Spots to kiss + 43 (a kiss on the stomach)!

43: a kiss on the stomach

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"I'm pregnant."

Kagome sat before the demon lord in his chambers, fingers laced together in her lap to keep from fidgeting. Sesshoumaru remained silent, sitting upon their nest of furs that he'd been in the middle of inviting her to lay upon when those fateful words had slipped out into the shadowed room. Moonlight filtered through shoji screens, touching silver hair in gentle tones.

His muscles had tensed, golden eyes steadily growing wide. He now stared at her with disbelief, features frozen as though he'd been carved from stone.

Kagome tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. "You okay?" she asked tentatively.

Sesshoumaru did not respond, the faintest rise and fall of his chest the only indication he was even breathing. Standing, Kagome awkwardly walked around him.

"Sesshoumaru?" she touched his shoulder, using a little too much force and tipping his large form over to land on his side with a soft 'thud.' This seemed to wake the demon from his stupor- and Sesshoumaru quickly righted himself, grabbing her waist and blinking.

"Are you certain?" he uttered, voice thin.

She winced, "your mother told me. I haven't taken a test or anything but I'm late on my period now. S-so...it's very likely. Can you smell anything different about me?"

Sesshoumaru's gaze fell to her stomach, and he slowly tugged the blue obi around her waist loose. Sliding a hand between the parting of her yukata to touch bare skin- causing Kagome to shiver- he pushed the folds aside to bare her flat stomach. He inhaled, nostrils flaring near her thighs and making her blush.

"This one detected a change in your scent but I...put it down to something else," he mumbled.

"What was it?"

"You will laugh."

"Noo! No, I won't- promise!" resting both hands on his shoulders, she gave a reassuring pat.

Sesshoumaru huffed, glancing away. "...I assumed the new scent accompanying you was your sword."

Kagome clamped her mouth shut and bit the inside of her cheek. "D-do swords usually have their own individual scents?"

"Somewhat."

They stared at each other for a heavy moment, before abruptly bursting into quiet laughter- the miko's snuffed out when he rested a crescent moon forehead against her navel. Tentative fingers met silver bangs, combing through them reverently. Sesshoumaru glided careful hands over her waist, dipping to the curve of her hips and lower still to rub his thumbs over the backs of her thighs.

"Children, pups...it has happened sooner than anticipated."

Kagome's eyes slid shut and she sighed, making a noise of affirmation.

Calloused palms dragged up to her stomach, and he lifted his head to look up at her. "Nonetheless, I cannot pretend to be displeased."

Blue eyes snapped open and something like relief folded inside Kagome's chest. She weakened and sank down, climbing atop his lap and burying her face in his shoulder. A long breath hissed through her parted lips as she shuddered.

"I'm incredibly happy to hear that- but it really is so soon," she mumbled, the words muffled by silk clothing. "I mean, us- parents!" Kagome pulled back to look at him, driving home just how worried she felt. "I can't even take full responsibility for Shippo sometimes. He just does his own thing. What if our kid becomes spoiled because I'm not firm enough?"

Sesshoumaru opened his mouth but she cut him off with a dry look. "You won't be any better. Rin has you wrapped around her little finger."

He huffed, falling quiet in begrudging agreement. They slipped into a more amiable silence, hands straying as though to assure one another that they were still there, still solid and real. They'd get through anything, even something as unexpected and monumental as this.

"This complicates your plans to travel and assist others."

Kagome nodded, sinking into his warmth and wrapping her arms tight around his middle. The power radiating off him in waves was always a source of inexplicable comfort. "I can probably get away with doing it for a few months, but then once I give birth...do we stay here to raise them until they're old enough to come with us?"

Sesshoumaru's gaze slid away. "This one would prefer we raise our family in a separate location. A home, rather than a Stronghold as I was. It is...more fitting."

Affection bloomed- a bright and consuming heat that rushed through her cheeks to leave evidence of a blush behind, curling right down to her toes. I love him, Kagome thought. She truly loved the taciturn, haughty, beautiful demon currently wrapped around her. How funny and surreal.

"I'd like that too," Kagome smiled so wide it hurt, glowing inside.

His ageless attention moved back to her and she let out a yelp upon feeling herself be dropped- back hitting the plush furs.

His weight settled over her, the sensation of firm lips pressing ardently against her stomach becoming apparent. Kagome's breath hitched. Her hands slid to cradle his face as golden eyes met hers.

Slowly, Sesshoumaru's lips tilted up, giving a genuine smile. "It will not be easy," he acknowledged.

"I know," she murmured. "We haven't even lived together yet. I'm sure there's a bunch of habits we have that'll get on each other's nerves. You already dislike it when I hog all the furs."

"You are forgetting when you put your cold feet on my legs too."

"Well at least I don't spend ages brushing my hair- which causes us to be late for things I might add," she huffed, unable to stop smiling.

Sesshoumaru smirked, leaning into her touch and fanning a warm breath over her wrist. Worry slid into her scent as she began thinking about motherhood, so he nipped her skin to gain her attention. "We have slain countless foes and prevailed against uncertain odds, we will be fine."

Kagome giggled, stroking a striped cheek. "Somehow I think fighting ogres would be easier than raising kids. Ah...I guess we should probably mate soon, hm?"

His expression shifted subtly, markings becoming bolder beneath her touch. "Indeed," he rumbled, the vibration of his hungry growl thrumming through his chest and shooting straight down to her core.

Shivering, Kagome lifted a palm, smiling when he accepted the silent request and laced long deadly fingers through her own, hands meeting to clasp tight on the furs beside her dark head of hair.

"I'll get cranky, and probably become demanding with my cravings. Don't forget the mood swings and aches."

"That is fine."

"We'll have to get up at odd hours of the morning to feed them, change them- I don't even know anything about hanyou pups! Will they be born as babies or puppies? Will they have tiny triangle ears like Inuyasha-" blue eyes flew wide. "Oh God, Sesshoumaru am I in danger of having a litter?"

With a silky chuckle that answered none of her questions- that perfectly gorgeous, addicting mouth was suddenly pressing against hers, coaxing out a moan, touch shifting and body moving to sate the quiet hum of skin hunger. They did not exchange coherent words for a little while after that, but they'd come to talk more. Perhaps the situation was far from traditional but the union of a sassy modern miko and a sneering feudal demon was hardly the norm.

They would rise to the occasion, they vowed, allowing themselves to indulge in happier daydreams of holding their child and teaching them swordplay- using a wooden sword of course- Sesshoumaru assured her.

Slipping into sleep, they held each other close. In the morning Kagome would stir to find a clawed hand resting on the side of her stomach protectively.

#sesskag #Sesshoumaru x Kagome #prompts

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Long Night in the Valley chapter 5

Toshinori found himself thinking about his brief and extremely ill-advised time as a quirkless vigilante. He had a sinking suspicion that it because of his uninvited mental guests, but he couldn’t exactly do anything about that. Between the two of them, Izuku had always been better at the mental portion of their quirk.

He finished washing the bleach out of Izuku’s hair and couldn’t help but wonder if Izuku had ever contemplated going down that path. It had been cruel, and knowing what he did now, he would never repeat it, but his speech to Izuku on that rooftop had been intended to keep him from making the same mistakes Toshinori had in his youth.

If Nana hadn’t picked him up… he shuddered to think what would have become of him. He’d certainly been in over his head, hitting far above his weight class.

Although, to be honest, they weren’t in a good position right now, either.

“I’m sorry,” said Izuku, softly.

“It isn’t your fault,” said Toshinori.

“But I couldn’t make him leave. And now he’s going after your secrets.”

“My boy, they sent a highly skilled infiltrator into your mind.” Toshinori was not entirely sure how he knew this, but it felt correct. “You don’t have the training to combat that. What you have done is remarkable.” He toweled off Izuku’s hair. The damp and the product had conspired to make it less fluffy than usual. “The last you told me, you couldn’t even manifest fully in that place.”

“I tried to distract them,” said Izuku, miserably. “It didn’t work. It—He’s still there.”

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” said Toshinori. “Other than One for All, I don’t have any secrets worth all these tears.” It might be annoying if they found out about all the illegal stuff he’d done over the years, but most of it would be nigh-impossible to prove. “Let’s get you into that suit.”

“Right,” said Izuku, peeling out of his clothes. “Why a suit, though?”

“It’s something you’d never choose to wear and relatively anonymous,” said Toshinori. He started to put on his own coat, checking that all the hidden pouches were filled. To stay true to his disguise, Izuku was only carrying a messenger bag, and they would need the supplies.

“How do I look?” asked Izuku. The first thing Toshinori noticed was that he hadn’t bothered with the tie, but Toshinori had planned to take care of that from the beginning.

The second thing—

Toshinori did not blanch.

Of course, that’s what he looks like, whispered seven or so voices. Knew from the beginning. Have to read the DNA to rewrite it. Can’t give this to just anyone.

Yes. Of course.

“You look wonderful,” said Toshinori, reaching for the tie. “And also unrecognizable.”

“Well, that’s the point, right?” asked Izuku, running a hand through his hair. “So… How are we going to do this?”

Toshinori made a face. He wasn’t terribly good at this part. There was a reason he’d relied so heavily on Sir Nighteye once upon a time.

“I… could come up with a plan,” proposed Izuku. “Tell me how Trace’s quirk works.”

The fight reached the other side of the tunnel, and spilled out into bright, yellow sunlight. Midoriya had been fighting Iida up until a moment ago, but upon exiting the tunnel he had run off. After stabbing Suzuki in the eye with a pencil.

Meanwhile, All Might, Teenage Menace special edition, was holding his own against them.

One thing Aizawa didn’t understand, though, was why All Might wasn’t using his quirk.

Thankfully, after leaving the tunnel, the boy began to falter, and then ran off after Midoriya. Aizawa wasn’t interested in pursuing either of them. Were there questions he wanted answered? Yes. Did he want them answered at the cost of invading his student’s privacy and breaking his trust? No.

In the meantime, he did have to see if the idiot needed medical care. That was, unfortunately, part of his job.

“Want help with that?” he asked.

“No,” said Suzuki, pulling the pencil out. In less than a second, his eye was fine. “That hurt,” he complained.

A small part of Aizawa mourned the fact that breaking Suzuki’s legs would not be enough to stop him. A small, but very present part. He pushed it away. Thinking on might-have-beens was illogical.

“Sensei!” called Uraraka. “I think we’re in America. All the signs are in English!” She pointed.

The signs were, in fact, in English. Considering how much time All Might had spent in America, it wasn’t terribly surprising that Midoriya would construct such a place for him in his mind.

… Although, he had to wonder why Midoriya’s mind had a teenage vigilante All Might running around in it. Because if he were Midoriya in this situation, and he could pick any All Might, he’d pick top-of-his-game natural disaster All Might, so, this had to be an All Might that Midoriya just. Had. For some reason.

“This proves it,” said Todoroki.

“Proves what?” asked Aizawa.

“That Midoriya is All Might’s secret love child.”

Iida sighed, heavily, leaving off prodding his formerly impaled shoulder.

“Think about it!” said Todoroki, as emotive as Aizawa had ever seen him. “Who else would All Might tell about his dark past?”

Regrettably, he had a point.

“Add that to the quirk, and the smile, and how they meet up for lunch at least once a week—”

“That is literally the dumbest thing I have ever heard,” said Suzuki. “All Might is a natural-born hero. A pillar of society!”

“Yes?” said Todoroki, squinting at Suzuki as if daring him to say something that made sense.

“He isn’t going to have a secret love child.”

Regrettably, he also had a point.

“Much less one like Midoriya Izuku.”

Okay, the point was gone.

“In any case, black tentacles are not at all like All Might’s general enhancer.”

“It is like his mother’s, though,” said Todoroki, “and even though I keep saying ‘secret love child,’ my current theory is that Midoriya-san and All Might are, in fact, married, but they had to do it secretly, so that All Might’s enemies wouldn’t find them.”

“Todoroki, please, you can’t just spread baseless rumors like that about your classmates!” said Iida, chopping at the air. “Much less your classmate’s families!”

Todoroki looked hurt. “But I have evidence!”

Aizawa should probably put a stop to this, but he kind of wanted to see where it was going, and there was no way this was true. At all.

If Midoriya was All Might’s kid, he would never shut up about it. All Might, that was. Midoriya was, evidently, capable of keeping secrets.

(On the other hand, Aizawa didn’t have a better theory for their obvious close bond.)

“What evidence?” asked Iida, clearly intrigued despite himself.

“Midoriya-san is amazing.” Todoroki’s eyes sparkled like he was in a manga.

Aizawa sighed, he should have known the ‘evidence’ would—

Wait.

“Where’s Uraraka?”

Uraraka really should have been paying more attention. Especially after all the situational awareness classes Aizawa-sensei had given them.

Izuku didn’t blame her. This was a distracting situation, and he rather suspected being asleep and ‘dreaming’ was affecting their judgement.

Still. It was almost too easy to pull her to the side and through a door into another part of the dreamscape.

But after that, she shook off his grip and readied a fighting stance.

“I don’t want to fight,” he whispered, making a quelling motion.

Uraraka looked like she wanted to believe him but frowned. “Sorry, but I kind of find that hard to believe after you stabbed Iida. I mean, I know you’re under the effects of a quirk and all, but you’re still under the effects of a quirk.” Despite her words, she matched his volume.

“I know, I know,” said Izuku. “It looks bad, but…” He wrung his fingers together and adjusted the sleeves of his uniform. “There’s something you guys need to know about what’s going on, and you were easiest to grab. Can I explain? I’m not going to fight you guys anymore. Not like- Not like I was.”

Uraraka sighed and relaxed her shoulders, just slightly. “Alright, Deku, I—” she faltered. “Midoriya.”

“You can still call me Deku,” said Izuku. “I mean, it is my hero name.”

“Yes, but… they used it to hurt you, didn’t they?”

Izuku shrugged. This wasn’t the conversation he wanted to be having. “If—I guess, if you want, you can call me Izuku. It would feel weird for you to go to calling me Midoriya.”

Uraraka blinked. “Are you sure?”

“Yes?”

“Then you have to call me Ochako!”

Izuku blushed. “Okay,” he said, in a tiny voice. He coughed. “So. Um. Imagine, imagine you’re in a room.” He gestured at the facsimile of the American diner. “You’re standing in the middle.”

Ura—Ochako nodded. “Sure,” she said.

“Right. So, you can’t see all the walls at once, no matter how you turn. Unless, like, you have some kind of vision-related quirk, or a quirk like Shoji’s I guess.” Izuku shook his head, putting aside that train of thought for the moment. “Does that make sense, so far?”

“Yes,” said Ochako, “but I don’t see what it has to do with… this.” She spread her hands in front of her.

“Well, um. It’s what was going on back there,” he gestured vaguely towards where they’d come from. “From the beach until the tunnel. You were in my head. Kind of… inside my personality, I guess? So, you couldn’t see the whole thing at once. Just the walls from the inside. Each, um, each one of me? Each one of me was like a different wall. You couldn’t see the whole shape. They were incomplete.”

“Okay,” said Ochako. “But that should still be what’s happening, then, right? We’re still in your head.”

“Yeah, that’s why I needed to talk to you. You aren’t. You’re… This me, the me you’re talking to, right now, I’m complete, because you’re seeing me from outside, now. Well, mostly complete. Like, you can’t see the other side of the room from the outside… Oh, no, All Might is right, I’m terrible at metaphors.” He buried his face in his hands.

“It’s fine,” said Ochako. “But, um. You’re saying we’re in someone else’s head?”

“Sort of. Just… not my dreamscape. Mindscape? It’s-It’s complicated.” He lifted his head.

“D—Izuku-kun, is this All Might’s mind?”

It was going to be pretty obvious once everyone woke up, so Izuku nodded.

“Why?” asked Ochako. “How?”

“I can’t explain everything right now. It’s too much, and I don’t know if the commission has someone listening with a telepathy quirk from the outside. I know they’re not using it on me, because I’m awake, but—”

“What? You’re awake?”

“Sort of, sort of. It’s a side effect of what’s going on here. I woke up when Suzuki-san shot me. And I’m sort of on the run. It’s really, really, not something I can give details about, though, because, you know. Listening.”

Ochako took a deep breath. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

“Well, all of that, but also, we need to coordinate. It would be best if we could get Suzuki-san to stay in one place, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“We were trying to do that before.”

“I kind of thought so,” said Izuku. “The problem is, if you’re moving around, you’re going to run into All Might like you ran into me back in my dreamscape. If Suzuki-san’s quirk works the way I think it does, and he keeps using it on me, that’s not a problem at this point. But if he starts using it on T—on All Might, that’s different.”

“You know what his quirk is?” asked Ochako, raising her eyebrows.

“I think he can make people think of particular topics,” said Izuku. “Like secrets and stuff. Which is why him realizing he’s in All Might’s mind would be bad.”

Ochako nodded and perched on the edge of one of the tables. “All Might was number one for so long,” she said, “I’d be surprised if he didn’t know a whole bunch of different classified things. Should we try to go back?”

“… I’d say yes, but I need my brain power for escaping, not rendering traumatic moments from my childhood, and I know a lot of different classified things. Some of which are, uh. Significantly more recent. Plus, I’m not sure All Might will let you go back.”

“Oh,” said Ochako, tilting her head. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but there isn’t any truth behind Todoroki’s secret love child theory, is there?”

“Absolutely not,” said Izuku.

“Okay. I’m guessing you have a plan?”

“More like a distraction,” said Izuku. “I don’t know how well this will work, but…”

“You know,” said Izuku as he shouldered his bag, both fascinated and horrified, “with your head shaved and the face mask bit, you kind of look like, you know.”

“Ah,” said Toshinori, uncertain how to react to realizing that he had dressed both himself and his successor as their worst enemy. “I suppose,” he said. “The coat is very different, though.”

“Yes. It is.”

“Speaking of which,” said Toshinori, forcibly changing the topic, “remember to take the tie off if you get into a fight. It’s too easy to grab on to.”

Izuku nodded, partially distracted by all the conversations happening in his head. Then he blinked.

“Vigilantism?”

Toshinori shrugged sheepishly. “Did you ever consider it?”

All Izuku had ever wanted to do was help people. Save people. Heroics had been the best option. For a while, the only option. In theory, a person could get into heroics on merit and skill. Everything else… Anything like a doctor or a police officer or a lawyer… It would have been impossible for a quirkless person. Even finding housing could be difficult for the quirkless, because most landlords made people disclose their quirks, to ‘prevent accidents from bad quirk interactions.’

Toshinori wrapped an arm around Izuku’s shoulder. For a moment, Izuku had forgotten he’d been listening in. For a moment, he’d forgotten how bitter he could be about that particular

“Not then,” he said. He’d known that he’d never survive without training he couldn’t get except at a hero school like UA. “But now?”

“Heh. We’ll make quite the duo, won’t we, my boy?”

They needed to leave. Before Trace got too close. They both had their directions, but it didn’t really matter if they remembered them clearly or not. Not when they could hear and feel each other, and they had so much help.

They exited the hideout, climbed up through the storm drains, navigated through the building above them, walked a block together, and split up without another word.

Trace’s quirk could tell where a person had been. She wasn’t as good at determining when they had been there. Any trails left within two hours of each other looked more or less the same, according to her registration with the hero commission. According to an interview Izuku had seen her give once, in the aftermath of a kidnapping, after ten, the trail disappeared entirely, and she needed to have the trail to follow it.

If Izuku and Toshinori looped over their trails often enough, she wouldn’t be able to tell which trail was which. With luck and planning, they could lead her in maze-like loops, break their trail up with buses and jumps between buildings, and get a head start on her. A head start that they could use to outdistance her, because her tracking quirk took time to work.

At least, that was what Izuku hoped would happen. In reality, the commission records tended to be out of date, heroes rarely gave completely correct information about their quirks to the public, and even Izuku’s encyclopedic knowledge had limits. After all, encyclopedias gave only short overviews of their subjects.

But there had to be some relation between reality and record.

And if it didn’t work… Izuku’s self-preservation skills was trash, but eight minds whirred behind his, more than ready to put theirs to work for him. The consensus was to fight, and, in this state, they would operate by the consensus. Nine of them together.

Nine here, keeping them physically away from the commission. Nine inside, keeping their secrets safe. Nine keeping the doors strong and the vault clo—

He stumbled at the unexpected direction of his thoughts. His head throbbed.

It would be much easier if they weren’t in his head anymore.

He hurried forward.

Miles away, in the most secure prison in the country, the guards of the most dangerous villain in the worlds scrambled for answers. They had sedated the man known as All for One to what was, frankly, a dangerous degree. He hadn’t so much as twitched in hours, nor had he spoken, even before that.

His brain activity was elevated.

Highly elevated.

It had been for hours, and they had no idea why.

All for One smiled at the vault door in front of him. It had been a long time since he’d seen it, but, nevertheless, his memory of it was pristine. It was, after all, a place he revisited often in his thoughts.

Wondering, wondering.

But this wasn’t then. This wasn’t a result of him being lost in thought. Oh, no. This was something infinitely more interesting. Infinitely more valuable.

He ran his hand through his curly hair and hummed contemplatively. Interesting, interesting indeed.

He walked to the door an ran his fingers down the cold interior, the little scrapes and knicks catching at his fingertips. Now, this, this was more detail than he had retained, but not, perhaps, more detail than, say, someone who had been imprisoned here for a long time would recall.

A smile stretched out over his face, wide and sparkling and full of glee.

This, he thought, would be quite amusing.

He pulled back his hand and made a fist.

“Knock knock, little brother.”

Izuku slowed to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk.

That.

He blinked, hard.

That would be a problem.

He started walking again, faster.

Toshinori leaned against a grimy city wall, out of breath. The mask was thick and made it hard to breathe, especially with his singular lung.

Of course, what had him gasping wasn’t anything physical, but the massive weight of dread that had just settled on his chest. Was Izuku in trouble? Did the commission get him?

No.

Slowly, unerringly, he rotated until he faced Tartarus.

Ah.

Not again.

Izuku broke off mid-sentence and grabbed Ochako by the wrist as the restaurant vibrated.

“What was that?” asked Ochako.

“A problem,” said Izuku, staring off into the distance, as if he was seeing something completely different. Well. He could be, Ochako realized.

“Something in the real world? Wherever you are?”

“No,” said Izuku. “Change of plans. You guys really, really need to get out of here.” He pulled her out the door onto the street. The sky was rapidly darkening. He seemed to realize he was still holding onto her, and blushed, dropping her wrist. “S-sorry.”

“We don’t know how, though. I thought that was why we were doing the distraction.”

“We don’t know how, but…” Izuku bit his lower lip. “Yeah, yeah, no, one might be able to do something. But if they’re closer… Can’t just wait. Can we still wait? What do you think? What… That would work? Maybe. We can work with maybe. Seven, that’s too far. Okay, yeah. Yeah.”

“Izuku-kun?”

“Sorry! Sorry. I think… I think you might have to go forward after all. The others have been here longer than I have. They know more.” He started running down the street. “Come on!”

“Others? What others?” asked Ochako, hurrying to catch up.

“The, um. The others we’re connected to, me and, and All Might.” He wasn’t looking at her as he ran. “If you ask them—They’ll know more than me. They’ve been doing this longer, and this is tangled in one’s quirk. One of them might have seen a quirk like this before, been in this position before.”

“But—”

“It’s just really dangerous for you to be here right now.”

“Why?”

Izuku stopped and bounced in place. “Weakened mental immune system, basically. Something else is trying to get in. Can’t do both at the same time.”

A building behind him exploded into rubble. He winced.

“What’s going on?” asked Ochako.

“Flashback,” said Izuku. “Toshinori…” He shook his head and pointed down a cross street. “If you go this way, you’ll be able to meet back up with everyone.”

“What about the plan?”

Izuku shook his head. “Just try to stay alive, for now. This isn’t going to be fun. I’m sorry, I have to go!”

Before Ochako could protest further, he was gone.

#bnha #fic #fanfic #long night in the valley #boku no hero academia

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icy-hxt · 3 years

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can you tell me what you think about the kids at 1a?

hi anon, I'm sorry that I took so long to answer this, when I saw your ask I felt really lazy, because there's too many people in the class lol

this is going to be a long post, since we have 20 characters to cover, so I'm putting it under the cut

okay, first of all I want to say that I don't hate any of the kids at 1a besides mineta, BUT, I do have a feeling of indifference towards at least half of them and do dislike some, I always thought that the story would been benefited if there were less people in the classes, since hori would've been able to develop them better, so don't expect me to talk a lot about everyone. also, don't take everything that I say too seriously, this is not a character analysis, I'm just doing it for fun.

anyway, the order that I'm using to list them is their seating arrangement in the class, so let's start

yuga aoyama: I already said this here before but I really like aoyama, he's ridiculous in the best way possible, he feels like a character that horikoshi took away from ouran high school club or something. since the chapter where he and deku became friends were released I felt like he deserved more screentime, because his backstory about him thinking of himself as different than the other kids in the class because of his quirk being "defective" is really interesting, I always wanted to see more of his friendship with deku and he overcoming his fears (since he was shown to be easily frightened)

mina ashido: I LOVE mina, I think that her design is so cool and her personality is really likable, when we had the kirishima flashback and we saw her protecting her friends from machia even though she was scared too was the moment that I decided that we deserved to see more of her in the story, I really liked to see she having a bigger role for a female character in a shonen, I wasn't too bad in the war but I still want more

tsuyu asui: okay, this is going to be controversial because I feel like everyone likes her, but I feel really indifferent towards her, maybe I was influenced by one of my friends that really doesn't like her but since that scene where she says that going to rescue bakugo is the same as acting like villains I started to not care about her all that much, and yes, I know that she admitted that she was wrong and everything but yeah, I don't really click with her personality (but I don't hate her, please don't be mad at me kdbdgsusj)

tenya iida: ah, what a respectable little man iida is, I really like him, I think that the way that he take everything so seriously is hilarious, like him acting super dramatically in their exams to be as similar as possible to his vision of what a villain is. I really like how he grew since the stain arc and how he decided to be a hero that prioritizes the safety of others in detriment to fighting the villains. I'm really happy that he became the focus of the story lately and that he was the one who could hold deku's hand, I want him to have a bigger role in the story for now, maybe even encountering with stain again and showing to him that he's now a great hero

ochaco uraraka: I love her personality, she's really cute, and her fight with bakugo at the beginning of the story was a highlight to me back then, but, I feel like her character became too much attached to deku after aoyama made her realize that she likes him, almost felt like her personality was gone and her only defining feature was having a crush on him, anyway, thank god that apparently she's going to have importance right now in the story because she's too much of a cool character to become just the romance interest for the male lead

mashirao ojiro: denki playing with his tail is cute, I think that is funny how horikoshi always describes him as the plain one, it was cool when he refused to participate in the sports festival because he didn't felt like he deserved

denki kaminari: oh this sweet dumbass, I love him, he's so funny and cute, I think that is that funniest thing how he just decided to call bakugo "kacchan" and is super overly friendly with him and bakugo just lets him, I actually don't think that he's "stupid" as part of the fandom seems to think, I strongly believe that people can be smart in their own ways, maybe he's not the brightest in math for example but he already showed to be able to come up with strategies, I feel like denki has a lot of anxiety inside of him because of his quirk, but i also feel like he's really genuine in trying to be a hero, overall I really like him, he's really sweet

eijiro kirishima: this swee- I mean, super manly man is amazing, I feel like kirishima is for bnha what rock lee was for naruto, I really really really like him, I love his personality and I love even more his backstory, he's really a great person and he deserves all the love that he get from the fandom, I hope that we're going to see even more of him in the future

koji koda: he's adorable, his voice is really adorable the japanese dub, his quirk is like a disney princess

rikido sato: he bakes, I like cakes and pies, we would've been best friends

mezo shoji: since I saw that hori said that he uses his mask because people are afraid of him I'm impatiently waiting for his face to be shown, and if he doesn't look like a junji ito monster or something I'm going to be pretty disappointed, anyway, I like his personality, he was really cool at the forest arc (I clearly don't remember the arcs names, I'm sorry lol), and I feel like he could have a bigger role in the story if hori finally decides to address the prejudice against people with mutant quirks

kyoka jiro: she kind of reminds me of a girl that used to bully me in middle school because of the way that she treats denki but I still like her lol I liked how she learned that is okay liking to sing and music in general and being a hero at the same time, because after all a lot of people were saved by music and/or their favorite artists, but since I find her quirk so cool I wanted to she her fighting more

hanta sero: he's funny, even funnier than denki, he has a really relatable sense of humor and I love him for that, his quirk is really cool, but I feel kind of bad for him because deku now has practically the same one and he's not the only spiderman in the story anymore (his quirk being similar to spiderman was actually what made me like him in the first place because peter is my favorite hero ever)

fumikage tokoyami: my 12yo emo self shakes inside of me every time that I see him, anyway, I really like him, how would I not? he has a bird head, he's nice without being overly friendly and dark shadow is really cute, I don't really remember everything that happened in the war but I remember him saying to hawks that he believes in him, so I really wanted to see him frustrated at his mentor because of what he did to twice please horikoshi address the consequences of twice's death, I'm tired of waiting

shoto todoroki: ah my angel, shoto was the reason why I started reading the manga back in 2015, I knew that he was going to be my favorite just by seeing his character design. I love shoto, I want him to become the happiest person in the world because he really deserves it, I know that everyone thinks that deku is what an ideal hero looks like but o me it is shoto, he's kind, sweet, forgiving, has a heart made of gold and is just genuinely a good person, I could talk about him for a whole week without pause and still find more things to compliment about him so let's move on before I write over 10000 words about how much I love him

tooru hagakure: she... exists...

katsuki bakugo: while shoto is my favorite, I have to admit that bakugo has the best character development in the hero side of the story, I used to hate him at the beginning of the series but now I love him, a lot, he shows that horikoshi knows how to write a compelling redemption arc if he planned it since the beginning, I love that he started only having "fight" points at the entrance exam for ua to now having his first priority at saving people, bakugo is other that I could talk about for hours so let's move on

izuku midoriya: I like deku when he's not putting his nose at the todofam business, he's a good kid who needs some self esteem urgently, the way that he never seemed to care about his own well being always made me nervous, even though I never felt like he was in real danger, he's the mc for a reason, to summarize: I like him personality wise but some of the narrative choices that hori made for him are not my favorites

minoru mineta: I don't care, I hope for him to vanish from existence

momo yaoyorozu: she's the stereotypical anime girl with glasses (but without glasses in this case), I like her personality, she's really cute, her quirk is neat and she's super smart but, everytime that she puts her hero costume on... I feel super uncomfortable... this is not her fault of course but I think that I would like her even more if she was less sexualized

I could write more if I take more time to think, but I'm not going to do that today, if you want to know my opinion about other characters or something more specific about the kids feel free to send me other ask

also, I'm sorry if there's any atrocious grammar mistakes on this, I didn't reviewed the text and wrote just what I had in my head in the moment at four am

#ann replies #anonymous #there's too many characters to tag...#so im going to just #class 1a #yeah that's good enough #bnha spoilers

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dearlyanqels · 3 years

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"It's always goodbye"

it's kinda angsty, but a good ending promise you. amd yes I did but deku and ochaco together, bite me okay it's just fiction

It always rains when things go down, and this was one if those days. Eijirou and you have been together for 3 years, a solid three years at that and today a string was cut. fuck, many strings were. "it just happen to be today" you said dryly laughing you're heart was already hanging "yeah.." he said drinking the last thing he'll ever pour in this house. "so, this, this was just one if the games, three years. three years eijirou, I have given you everything, my body, mind and my heart and-" you stop just like that stop mid sentence. "you know it's not even worth giving you that speech, I've said it so many times what's the point." you started to walk away until he spoke up once more. "her and I were only dated for two years"

you look at him, scoffing "and that makes it a whole lot better. wow. you must be friends with katsuki, I can see him rubbing off on you" you said opening the front door he put his head down and stop "but she could never do the things you've done" you didn't even look at him, but you know he was in tears "you're just saying that because you got caught, no guy ever says sentimental things until they get caught or they lose feelings." you said finally pushing him out "lose everything you had of me. I don't wanna be up knowing that I'm probably in your dreams living a fantasy" you said shutting the door, you didnt slam it. you didn't have enough energy.

"it's always goodbye to those you- you love the most" you said finally breaking down, finally letting your self be down.

two years later

it was Christmas time again, this year you'll be at the famous UA school, the place you haven't seen in forever. you sigh and stop your nervous chills "is that? oh my god" you turn around and seen ochaco and izuku "y/n oh my- I haven't seen you since our wedding" she said hugging you "damn it has been five years, how are you?" you ask, she look at her husband and back at you, she open her coat a baby bump was relieved. you gasp as she grab your hands to feel "izuku congrats to no- sorry" he softly hit you knowing you like making dirty jokes "anyways, how long are you staying here?because I was going to have gender reveal party next week, and I was hoping if you'll come?" she ask, you smiled and link arms "I'm staying in Japan" you said she smiled as you three walk to the doors.

"tysu?" you question, a beautiful girl with two kids turn around her long tounge hang on the side you smiled and hug her "I miss you, oh my hi" you waved at the small kids and notice something about them, they have duplicates arms "oh my- you and-" she laugh and showed her hand "mrs. shoji" you squealed and hug her.

later on you met up with everyone, and they either were married, have kids or pregnant. you were absolutely happy to be apart of their lives now. "welcome to the class reunion of the famous class 1-A" netzu said, everyone cheered and listen to the speeches.

as it ended it there were pictures of everyone, you smiled and reminiscent those days.

cutest couple

it was a picture of you and kirishima, the final semester, you two were training that day. "you end up dropping that weight on my foot" you choke on the champagne "oh I'm sorry, I forgot how spook you get. midorya told me where you were. and wow, you look absolutely handsome, beautiful at that" you smiled at his compliments. it's been over two years and you didn't want to hold any grudges. "so, how was south america?" he ask you laugh a little "I went to the states, and they were amazing, a lot of violence, trust me they were phew, but the parties, the different cultures there. it was beautiful" you saw him smiled "it was boring wasn't it?" he ask you "yup" as you said pooping the 'p'. "let's got the roof" you stated grabbing his arm making him chuckled. as you two got to the roof, you see the little lights of the town "it may be the smidge of alcohol, but I always wanted you to be here" he laugh at your words, not one making sense. "you mean you always wanted me here?" he corrected you, making you nodded you took off your heels and made your way to him. "I'm sorry if I never said goo-" he kiss you, not caring what you were about to say, but he knew you wanted actions, not words.

you felt chills, and butterflies hit you at ever corner, it wasn't suppose to feel this tender, this so good. he pulled away, you search for hope in his eyes, you found it. that's all you needed for another kiss. "I miss you, I'm sorry I'm so sorry" he said whispering on to your lips. you shook your head "I long forgave you, long ago, I'm sorry for not be-" he stop your words. "you're perfect, beautiful. don't say sorry for my foulish ways. let's go back down I'm pretty sure the littles want to see their new family member and know you"

#bnha eijiro kirishima #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha eijirou #kirishima x you #my hero fanfic #bnha fluff #mha fluff #kirishima eijirou

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suzuki-violin-school · 3 years

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Thanksgiving Special !!

Part of a holiday special series!

Most of the other students are home for the holidays, spending time with their families. A certain group of kids from class 1-A, however, are all staying at the dorms during the break, and they’ve decided to take matters into their own hands regarding the holidays. This was supposed to be a short xTodoroki drabble but now it’s almost 3000 words with no particular ships

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Content: fem!reader, pure fluff, Todoroki being a precious clueless baby, Bakugo saying bad words, cards against humanity, togetherness, thanksgiving themes, autumn themes

Y/n stared into the oven, her ankles beginning to get sore from crouching for so long.

She opted to sit on the floor instead.

“It’ll cook faster if you’re not looking,” Kirishima said, glancing down at her. “That’s what they say, at least. Like watching paint dry.”

“That’s not the only reason I’m down here,” Y/n said. She smiled up at him. “It’s warm.”

“If you want heat, just ask Todoroki for a hug or something! ...God knows he could use it,” Kirishima mumbled. He turned to lean against the counter, facing out towards the main space of the common area. “Can’t believe there’s so many of us staying for the holidays!”

“Yeah!” Y/n said enthusiastically. “But that just means we get to be each other’s families and celebrate together! ...God knows we’re a better family to Todoroki than Endeavor.”

A floating coat and earmuffs bounded up to them happily.

“It smells great over here!” Hagakure said excitedly. “That means all the food is doing good, right?”

“Yep!” Y/n said. “We followed just about every recipe we could find.”

“I’ll be surprised if we can eat it all,” Kirishima said, laughing.

“Seriously? I’m afraid we won’t have enough!” Y/n said, getting up from the floor. “How are things on your end, Toru?”

“Aoyama, Tokoyami and I all went super ham at the store! We bought every decoration you can think of!” Hagakure said proudly. “And lemme tell ya, a lot of it’s covered in glitter.”

“Well, Aoyama was on décor duty,” Kirishima said, shrugging. “What did we expect?”

“Did Tokoyami get regular decorations or edgy, goth ones?” Y/n asked. She heard someone clearing their throat and saw that Tokoyami was sitting on a couch in the common area, unpacking a shopping bag and laying things out on the coffee table. “I’m kidding!”

“How’s the construction team doing?” Kirishima asked, looking towards Hagakure’s floating clothes.

“It’d be a lot easier with Yaomomo here,” she said, sighing. “But alas, she’s with her rich, rich family.”

“I’m sure they’re doing well,” Tokoyami said. “Shoji, Sero, and Todoroki know how to work well with others. I’m more worried about Bakugo.”

“Pfft! Don’t let him hear you say that,” Y/n said, laughing. “He’ll take it the wrong way, all like, ‘worried about me? What, you don’t think I can take of myself? I’m Bakugo, I get offended when people care about me and I yell at everyone all the time and don’t know how to express my emotions’!”

“Man, I love your impressions,” Kirishima said, laughing to himself.

“I don’t.”

Bakugo walked through the common area, hands in his pockets and his usual angry expression on his face. He walked right up to Y/n, but she spoke before he could berate her.

“Yeah? I don’t care. Buuut, if you’re gonna be a jackass while you’re here, you should go home to your family like the rest of the class!” She said, pushing him away to a respectable, less ‘in-my-face’ distance. “I mean, Midoriya’s with his mom, Yaomomo’s back in her family’s mansion, hell, even Tsu’s out with family!”

“Hey, has anyone seen Ashido?” Kirishima asked, cutting off Bakugo’s response.

“Huh? Oh, no, I haven’t,” Hagakure said, looking around. “Last time I checked, she was sketching out her design plans on the couch.”

“Well, I trust her,” Y/n said dismissively. “Maybe disappearing for an hour or two is part of her creative process. You guys will be helping her put all your decorations up, right?”

“Of course we will,” Tokoyami said.

“Bakugo, what’s your contribution for our little party?” Hagakure asked. Bakugo scoffed.

“We are not letting you celebrate the holidays with us unless you pitch in and do your share,” Y/n said sternly. “The rest of us are working hard to make this holiday break fun, and you’re doing jack shit.”

“Oh, she’s being strict,” Hagakure said, laughing. “You’d better watch out, Bakugo, she’ll kick your ass.”

“Yeah, right, like she could touch me,” he grumbled. “...So what the fuck do you even want me to do?”

“Good question,” Y/n said. She hummed to herself as she thought for a moment. “Entertainment!”

“Ooh, good idea!” Hagakure chirped, smiling even though no one could see. “You could go out and get us some board games, or video games maybe, or a new movie, or buy us a stereo, or-”

“I get it, shut up,” Bakugo said, annoyed. “I’ll go out and buy some shit, but then I’m done.”

Y/n sighed loudly.

“Kirishima and I made a whole feast’s worth of food, Aoyama, Tokoyami, and Hakagure went out and bought decorations to put up with Ashido, and Todoroki, Shoji, and Sero are installing an entire new fireplace into the building,” Y/n muttered to herself. “And BaKuGo is going to buy us a BoArD gAmE.”

She shook her head to herself as she turned her attention back to the oven. Kirishima patted her shoulder.

“He’s Bakugo, we should’ve expected this,” he said quietly, not wanting Bakugo to hear him. He smiled suddenly. “I’ll look after the food, you go check on Sero and the guys!”

“Ah, yes, my favorite band,” Y/n said, grinning. “Sero and The Guys.”

Kirishima and Hagakure both laughed, and Y/n could swear she even heard Tokoyami chuckle as Kirishima smacked her arm.

“Go check on the new fireplace, you idiot!” He demanded playfully.

“Don’t let anyone touch the pies yet,” Y/n warned. “I’m putting my faith in you, Kiri.”

“A terrible decision, really,” Kirishima stated flatly. “I’ll be the only one touching those pies.”

“Don’t eat them all by yourself!” Hagakure whined. “Wait until later!”

Y/n left the kitchen area to stroll through the common space, stopping only to ruffle Tokoyami’s feathers. She passed Aoyama on her way out of the building, busy admiring some sparkly paper leaves he must’ve bought while he was out with the others.

Y/n made her way outside, trying to ignore the cold, and found the construction team almost finished attaching a chimney to the side of the building. They’d worked on the inside earlier, about the same time she and Kirishima had started all the cooking, but she was still impressed with how quickly they’d been working.

“Wow!” She marveled, alerting them of her presence. “Guys, this is amazing! A communal fireplace for all of us to hang out?! This is gonna be awesome!”

“I know, right?” Sero said proudly. “Imagine all the cool things we can use this for!”

“Please tell me that the fires’ll reflect on one of the walls,” Y/n said excitedly. “If we can’t make shadow puppets, I’m done!”

“...Shadow puppets?” Todoroki repeated curiously. “What are those?”

“You’ve never made shadow puppets?” Sero asked, a little surprised. Todoroki shook his head. “Well, if you’ve got a light in a dark room, you can use your hands to make shapes on the walls.”

“Shoji, I bet you could make a bunch at once, huh? Lucky,” Y/n said.

“I only know how to make dogs and rabbits,” Shoji said. “So it’s not that impressive.”

“Well, you guys be sure to come inside once you’re finished,” Y/n said. “The food’s almost done, they’re about to put up decorations, and we convinced Bakugo to go out and buy us some games.”

“Wow, Bakugo’s helping out?” Sero asked, genuinely shocked. “That’s a surprise. Did you have to threaten him?”

“Something like that,” Y/n said. Sero laughed.

“That’s our girl!” He said proudly. “What’d you say?”

“I just told him he can’t celebrate with us if he doesn’t pitch in,” Y/n said, shrugging. “Honestly, I was surprised he gave in so easily. I guess he actually wants to spend time with us.”

“Maybe he just wants the food,” Shoji said. “He might just be using us.”

“That would be pretty Bakugo of him,” Y/n said, nodding. “You guys are almost done, right?”

“We actually finished about the same time you joined us,” Todoroki said. “Do you need us inside?”

“Not need, per se,” Y/n said. “But you’re certainly welcome. Kirishima’s finishing up some apple-orange cider we made, if you want something warm. Ashido could use some help putting up decorations, if you want to keep working.”

“Thank you,” Todoroki said, nodding thankfully. “I’ve never had… Apple-orange cider?”

“It tastes like autumn!” Y/n said excitedly. “It’s all spiced, and warm, and smells like cinnamon…”

“You’re really selling it there, Y/n,” Sero said, laughing. “It better live up to all that. I’m heading in, you two coming?”

Todoroki nodded, but Shoji shook his head.

“I’m going to make sure this is all sturdy,” he said, gesturing vaguely towards the new chimney.

“Hey, Todoroki, you want to start a fire when we get in? Use the fireplace for the first time?” Sero asked. Todoroki nodded slowly.

“Sure,” he said.

“Mmm… Just the sound of all this makes me feel warm and cozy,” Y/n said, laughing.

“It should!” Sero said loudly, the three of them leaving Shoji as they went inside. “Tonight’s gonna be great.”

Y/n held the door open for Sero and Todoroki as they went inside, and she reveled in the warmth.

“I come bearing gifts!” She announced. “Sero and The- Sero and A Guy.”

“Only one?” Kirishima asked, not sparing a glance at them as he continued work in the kitchen. Tokoyami looked up at them from the couch, now sitting between Ashido and Aoyama.

“Is Shoji still outside?” He asked. Y/n nodded.

“Making sure nothing’s about to fall apart on us,” she said.

She watched as Todoroki walked over to the new fireplace, observing it for a few moments.

“Is there any kindling?” He asked.

“We could use all our old test papers!” Ashido joked. Todoroki raised an eyebrow at her.

“Paper burns too fast,” he said. “It doesn’t last.”

“I can text Bakugo and tell him to pick up some firewood on his way back,” Y/n suggested. Todoroki hummed in acknowledgement, so she pulled her phone from her pocket and texted Bakugo.

Bakugo: THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT MORE STUFF I ONLY HAVE SO MUCH FUCKIN MONEY YOU KNOW

“Did he say anything?” Ashido asked. Y/n nodded.

“Complaining,” she said simply, walking over to join Kirishima. “Any updates?”

“Just keepin’ everything warm right now,” he said, smiling. “We don’t want any cold turkey, now, do we?”

“Are the pies okay?” Y/n asked.

“You guys made pie?!” Sero asked excitedly.

“Pumpkin, apple, and cherry,” Y/n confirmed, nodding proudly. “I mean, if Kirishima hasn’t devoured them all.”

“Hey, you said you trusted me!” Kirishima said, pouting.

“Where’d Hagakure go?” Y/n asked, looking around.

“She ran up to her room to put her earmuffs away,” Ashido said. She fell quiet for a moment, looking around the room and creating a frame with her fingers. “We can put some leaves on that window there, and that cornucopia can go on the table.”

Sero walked over and joined Y/n and Kirishima in the kitchen.

“Man, it smells good in here!” He said excitedly. “What’d you guys make?”

“Pie, turkey, stuffing,” Y/n said, listing things off on her fingers. “Cider.”

“Some stuffing and potatoes, cranberry sauce, and Y/n taught me how to make strawberry jam!” Kirishima added. “And a bunch more dessert stuff, and some weird coffee.”

“I can’t wait,” Sero said enthusiastically, grinning.

The front door slammed open.

“I got your shit, you fucks.”

“Hey! Today is about being thankful and kind!” Kirishima scolded. Y/n walked over to Bakugo and grabbed a bundle of firewood from his arms.

She brought it over to the fireplace and let Todoroki help her set it in the fireplace before he set a hand on a log, lighting a fire.

“Mmm, warm!” Hagakure cooed, coming back into the main room. “Oh, Bakugo’s back! What’d you get us?”

“...Cards Against Humanity.”

“Aw, that’s such a Bakugo game!” Y/n said, smiling. “A game where you can be together with the people you refuse to let know you love and say things like ‘I eat ass for a living and my wife is pregnant with a turtle from Russia’.”

“What the fuck goes through your head, L/n?” Bakugo asked, taking the box of cards out of his shopping bag. He walked over to the coffee table in front of the couches and set it down, putting the bag next to it. “I’m done now, right?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Y/n groaned. “Ashido, you need any more help with the, uh… Sparkly leaves?”

“Nope!” Ashido said happily. “We’re just about finished!”

At the same time, Shoji joined everyone indoors.

“Everything all good out there?” Sero asked. Shoji nodded. “Well, that’s everything done, then, right?”

“Oui! Merci beaucoup, everyone!” Aoyama said excitedly, twirling around in a sparkly trenchcoat- No, not sparkly, magnifique.

“So, then, who’s hungry?” Kirishima asked, leaning closer to the fridge.

“It’s time for a feast, everyone,” Y/n said proudly. “Kiri, let’s get everything to the well-decorated table. Thank you, décor team.”

“You’re very welcome,” Tokoyami said, picking up a fallen paper leaf and looking for the tape on the wall it had left behind.

“Oh, I got it dude,” Sero said, putting his elbows to good use and putting the leaf back.

“Thank you, Sero,” Tokoyami said, nodding gratefully before deciding to push two tables together, making space for everyone.

Y/n and Kirishima took a few minutes to move all the food while Ashido and Hagakure set the table. Once everything was in place and everyone was sitting down, they decided their work was all worth it. The warmth of the fire, the dollar store décor, the smell of the food, and even the sparkles reflecting off of everything Aoyama had insisted on buying.

“I don’t usually do anything fancy before eating,” Y/n said, making sure she spoke before anyone started eating. “But my family has a tradition on Thanksgiving. Before we start, everyone at the table goes around and says what they’re thankful for. I think it’s only right that we do the same thing right now.”

“That sounds fun,” Kirishima agreed. There were a few nods of agreement and acknowledging hums around the table. “Who’s going first?”

“I can do it,” Y/n said, smiling. “I’m grateful for all of you guys, and the rest of the class. Without you, I don’t think hero training would be any fun.”

Kirishima agreed, saying he was thankful for his friends and family. Shoji thanked everyone as well, Ashido and Hagakure thanked the girls of class 1-A, Aoyama thanked his family and France, and Sero thanked family and friends. Tokoyami said he was grateful both to and for Dark Shadow, and Todoroki thanked Midoriya for ‘saving’ him.

“Last is Bakugo,” Kirishima said, enjoying hearing his friends talk about the things and people they love.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugo grumbled. “...I guess I’m thankful for you guys or whatever.”

“Aw! Bakugo, that’s so sweet!”

“Shut up and eat your damn food!”

Everyone enjoyed the food, thanking Y/n and Kirishima and asking how on earth they did it. Once everyone had eaten their fill, they moved to the couches, ready to play the card game Bakugo had gotten.

“Wait, one thing first!” Y/n said suddenly. She ran over to a light switch and turned off the lights in the room, leaving only the bright glow of the new fireplace. “Todoroki’s never heard of shadow puppets before.”

“Really?” Kirishima asked. Todoroki nodded and Kirishima just smiled. “Well, awesome! I know so many animals!”

“...Animals?” Todoroki asked slowly. Kirishima nodded excitedly and raised both hands, intertwining them oddly. “What are you doing?”

“Look at the wall,” Y/n explained. Todoroki looked at the wall, seeing the shadows Kirishima’s hands were making. “What do you see?”

“It’s an elephant,” Todoroki stated flatly. He looked at Kirishima, fascinated, and attempted to imitate the hand shape.

Y/n looked at the wall for a minute before making a deer, which prompted Ashido and Shoji to make a wolf and a rabbit. Everyone reveled in Todoroki’s delight until Bakugo got fed up and decided to turn the lights back on.

“Either play the damn cards or give me my twenty bucks back.”

“...I didn’t realize Card Against Humanity was so expensive,” Sero said slowly. “Let’s get to it! I wanna hear all your darkest, dirtiest jokes!”

“I’ll deal,” Tokoyami said.

The box of cards was soon opened, and cards passed out throughout the group.

Tokoyami pulled the first black card as the game was explained to Todoroki and Aoyama.

“Run, run, as fast as you can, you can’t catch me, I’m ____.”

Being a dick to children - Bakugo

Being sad and horny - Kirishima

Getting fisted by a man with no fingers - Shoji

Slowly releasing a huge fart over the course of two minutes - Aoyama

Floating in a pool of blood - Todoroki

Stapling a butterfly to a cow - Hagakure

Kayaking with my sluts - Ashido

A twink in a bounce house - Sero

Having a bunch of kids by accident - Y/n

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #fanfiction #fanfics #thanksgiving #holidays #katsuki bakugo #shoto todoroki #hanta sero #mina ashido #toru hagakure #mezo shoji #fumikage tokoyami #yuga aoyama #eijiro kirishima #x reader #cards against humanity #shadow puppets

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whyralltheusernamestaken · 4 years

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The start; two little piggies and a pack of wolves

Bnha x danganronpa x reader

No quirks au

A/N : BAhaha I didn’t even get 10 notes but f/ck it I’ll write it anyways. This might be hella long so lemme know if you want to be added to a taglist. There’s gonna be a traitor so stay to find out!!!

I really hope I get at least like 3 readers on this T^T

Also it’s not going to be strictly Danganronpa like class trials, more just a play or die

Warnings : Swearing, mentions of shooting & bombing

Words : 1,295

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@saralight-42 suggested including the entire class so your wish shall be my command! I really do be bringing in the background characters asdfghjkl

Chapter 1

The start; two little piggies and a pack of wolves

The day had just started like any other.

It was at least another 10 minutes before class started and most of your classmates were already there by the time you walked through the doors.

“Y/N!” Mina called, waving you over as you dumped your bag down next to your seat.

“Morning.” you replied with a smile, pulling a chair to sit next to Kaminari as you listened to them talk about their weekend. Kirishima began talking about a new shop that had opened up near the shopping centre.

The conversations started fading to background noise as you felt a sense of dread wash over you. Nothing had seemed ever so slightly out of place as you entered the classroom, yet the feeling of utter despair still weighed heavy on you as you turned around to try and spot anything peculiar.

There was of course something wrong with the door. A wire, you supposed, chalking it up to another one of Kaminari’s pranks.

Your eyes fell on a small bear perched on top of the teacher’s table, it’s features pulled up in in a large grin as it’s eyes remained still and empty.

“Hey guy, do you know who’s that is-”

Your question was cut short when the door suddenly slammed shut, a click sounding throughout the classroom as it was locked in place. A small shriek left your mouth at the jump scare and you put your hand over your racing heart.

“Um, is this a joke?” Uraraka asked nervously. You could hear your classmates mumble in agreement as your eyes remained on the bear.

“Where is Aizawa senpai?” Midoriya asked.

“I’m not sure.” Todoroki responded.

“Uh guys, should we be worried about that creepy bear?” Hagakure asked, bring everyone’s attention to it as well. At the mention of itself, the bear’s eyes light up, a red glow in one as it jumped up and stood on the table.

“Upupupup...” it started to laugh, bringing it’s hands to it’s mouth as it giggled at the perplexed expressions on everyone’s faces. “Welcome everyone! My name is Monokuma” it cheered. “And we’re going to play a game.”

“No we’re fucking not.” you heard Bakugou curse, his hands clenched in fists as he obviously raged at the stuffed bear. Your friends tried to calm him down and Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him back.

“The rules are simple.” it continues. “Out of the 20 students in this class, 2 carry a bomb with them.”

“A bomb?” several people gasped, quietly talking among themselves as they questioned if it was telling the truth.

“Yes! However they do not know that they have the bombs, so this way no one can spoil the game. You have three hours to correctly identify them.”

“So we just have to find the right people?” Todoroki asked, a blank look on his face.

“Yes!” it nodded. “And then you just shoot them.”

“I’m so sorry what?” you asked loudly, everyone’s eyes on you at your outburst as they agreed. “We need to kill our friends?”

It nodded excitedly. “Correct! You will have a gun with three bullets and if you can shoot the two people before the time limit is up, everyone else will survive!”

“And if we don’t...?”

“The bombs will activate!” it laughs. “Alrighty, the time starts now!” Monokuma brought out a massive timer, setting it down next to it on the table before also getting out a gun and tossing it towards the middle of the classroom, it hitting a desk before falling to the floor with a loud clatter.

“This is utter bullshit.” Bakugou stated, stepping forward aggressively.

“Bakugou, I think it would be best if we stayed calm.” Iida called out. “We are not yet aware of the repercussions of harming this bear.”

“Calm my ass.” he shouted back. “You losers can kill yourselves all you want but don’t drag me down with you.” He stormed towards the door, a hand reaching for the door handle as you quickly rushed out of your seat and tackled him into the wall beside the door, a massive bear snapping at the air at which his hand would’ve been.

“Holy shit.” you cursed, getting up off him and pulling him to his feet. “Stop being such a pissy kid and listen to Iida.”

“Are you alright Kacchan, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, rushing to where you two stood as an unreadable expression cast across Bakugou’s face. It was rage perhaps, more so disbelief, helplessness, possibly even pity for their current predicament.

He stormed off back to his seat, his friends crowding around him worriedly as Midoriya sent you a slightly pitiful look. You smiled as reassuringly as you could, but the worried gaze in his eyes showed everything.

“Well, that was unfortunate.” the bear called out, shaking it’s head slightly. “We could’ve witnessed some nice hand biting but you missy, just had to get in the way.”

“Well I’m sorry for caring about my friends.” you snapped, leaning back against the wall as you now faced the rest of your classmates.

“But how did you know Y/N?” Yaoyorozu questioned.

“The wire.” you said. “I noticed it when I walked in this morning. Though I thought it was Denki messing around though.”

“W-what?” Kaminari responded, putting both his hands up. “I didn’t do anything I promise. I’m as clueless as the rest of you.”

“That’s something someone guilty would say don’t you think?” Tokoyami asked.

“N-no! I would never-” he began before you cut him off.

“No, I don’t think he has the brain capacity to pull off something like that.” you said. “Also the door closed so harshly could the perpetrator have been someone from the outside?”

“Perhaps.” Todoroki nodded, “however we shouldn’t rule out anything. If they managed to easily install and hide such a dangerous trap in the door then I think it’s possible they altered the door to slam shut and lock.”

“I didn’t even realise the door could be locked.” Sero said.

“I don’t think it originally could.” Yaoyorozu said, biting her finger as she thought about their situation.

“Well what the fuck are we going to do about this?” Bakugou demanded, his arms folded as he leaned back in his chair.

“Is there any way to tell the two people apart?” Shoji asked.

“Well Monokuma, is there?” you inquired.

“Upupup, would you like that to be the first of your three free questions?” it responded.

“Well do we?” you asked, turning back to the rest of the class.

“Well we’ll need to start somewhere so sure?” Tokoyami said.

“W-wait wait wait. You guys aren’t being serious right?” Uraraka cut in, waving her hands in the air frantically as she tried to get everyone’s attention. “I mean, there must be another way to get out of this without killing our friends right?”

“I agree.” Jirou spoke up. “You guys are diving too quickly into this without realising that you’re basically asking for people to be killed.”

“Like I said, this is all so fucking dumb to begin with.” Bakugou grumbled.

“So there must be a way to get out of this without anyone dying.” Asui said, but when no one else responded, she continued. “Guys...?”

A brief silence engulfed the room as everyone remained awkward and pitiful towards themselves.

It lasted for a good minute or two before Uraraka responded. “Y-yes, of course! We just need to work together and everyone can survive.”

The class remained silent as her eyes darted, pleading that this nightmare of a situation was solvable. But most looked away, shuffling or biting on their nails as no one wanted to address the obvious.

The stillness was cut through when Monokuma began laughing again.

“Alrighty, 5 minutes have already passed, chop chop!”

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fierce-little-miana · 4 years

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Meetings

Here is my first entry for the @saitofest 2020 following the prompt Fond Memories | The Best of the Best, beta-read by the lovely and frighteningly fast and efficient @fleeting-blossom-of-the-dawn (thank you so much). Thank you to @impracticaldemon for organizing and @queengurako for helping with the information.

This is a onceagainbutwithfeeling fic about Saito arrival at the Shinsengumi. Technically this is canon compliant and historically ‘informed’ (just like your favorite period dramas are). Enjoy!

(and if I made a mistake in the way people addressed each other just know that I am sorry, I did my best)

Edo was not as loud as Saito remembered it. The city was as heavy as the summer heat, but it was more bearable than it had been two years ago, like a wound which had closed. People’s accent wasn’t singing to his hear but it wasn’t accusing him either. He found himself capable of walking as he had done in Kyoto, one step after another toward a goal. Yet, he still caught himself stopping for a few seconds, looking for something familiar. Nothing came, even the cicadas chirping sounded foreign.

“And this our main courtyard,” Inoue said pointing to a square in front of them. “Kondo-san likes to organize contests here.”

Saito nodded to his guide who was smiling at him. The moment lasted a bit longer than it was comfortable and he saw the man’s muscles around his mouth twitch, the smile never disappearing. Had he expected another answer? Before Saito could even try adding something to show proper respect to Inoue the man declared with some affability.

“Well I guess you would rather want to meet everyone Saito-kun? Follow-me.”

This time the man turned away without waiting for an answer. Saito went after him in silence letting his eyes take the courtyard in a bit more. It was very neat. He had heard conflicting things about the Shieikan dojo, not all of them good, but everyone agreed on the fact that it brought together unusual men. He was glad discipline wasn’t disregarded nevertheless.

“You studied with Yoshida-san in Kyoto, right?”

Saito’s attention snapped back to Inoue. Tentatively he answered:

“Ha…”

“You didn’t want to continue there?”

He felt no ill intention behind the question, just honest curiosity.

“I was unable to attain the Menkyo Kaiden,” he answered while putting his right hand on the hilt of the sword he carried on the same side.

It was Inoue’s turn to answer with only a nod. He did so after a short instant of consideration. Then he kept leading him within the compound. Saito wondered what it must feel like, to welcome in one’s school someone who had failed somewhere else. Surely no-one wanted a student like that. Still as long as the man was ready to guide, he was willing to follow.

Saito could now hear voices. Two more turns on the engawa and they arrived in front of a room whose shoji were wide open to try to create some sort of draught to fight the summer heat.

There was a dozen of men in the room, training with vigor. Two of them were directing the session. The first instructor was the largest and the loudest of the two. He wore a green bandana and was correcting a group of three men at the same time. Saito was first taken aback by his conduct, but he quickly realized that the advice he was giving was clear and appropriate. The trainees looked attentive and eager to satisfy his demands. His stance was quite good too. If his apparent physical strength was matched by enough kenjutsu talent he could be a dangerous opponent.

But it was the second instructor that drew his attention. He didn’t look much older than Saito but clearly he was the one who most set the trainees on edge. He walked through the room, apparently relaxed, but his pass had something feline about it. Something that didn’t bode well for anyone crossing him. And indeed, when a trainee started to get distracted and sloppy the man would stop in front of him and fix him up until he was somehow capable of correcting his form. This was not an efficient teaching technique by any means, but Saito had to recognize that the instructor was razor sharp in noticing mistakes and lack of discipline. His green eyes seemed acute to his surroundings. Unsurprisingly they had fixed upon Saito when he appeared in full view of the room.

He wasn’t completely hostile but not far off and didn’t even bother to hide it. Still Saito did not budge. There was something about this man that gave him the urge to face him.

“Hey Gen-san, who is the visitor?” a red-haired man sitting at Saito and Inoue’s right asked.

“This is Saito-kun,” the man kindly answered. “He has expressed interest in our dojo.”

“Hajimemashite Saito-san. I am Harada Sanosuke and this is Todo Heisuke.” he said while pointing to his neighbor.

“Hajimemashite!” the latter exclaimed.

Saito slightly bowed to both of them while answering in the same manner. He felt a certain curiosity coming from both men but none as potent as the one of the green-eyed instructor.

“Sano-kun are Toshi or Isami around?” Inoue asked.

“No, they are out on business and Sannan-san is with them. Considering the hour I doubt they will be back before tomorrow, probably enjoying the pleasure of a night out.” Harada added with a grin.

Inoue sighed before turning toward Saito.

“I am sorry Saito-kun, I thought you could meet and discuss with them today. Would you mind coming back tomorrow?”

“I don’t mind Inoue-san,” Saito turned toward Harada and Todo. “It was nice meeting you two.”

“Same,” the red-haired warrior simply answered.

His guide started to walk back toward the entrance and Saito followed. As long as he was in view of the training room he could feel the green eyes of the instructor on him, unyielding.

* * *

“What was that about this afternoon?” Shinpachi asked while entering to join them for dinner.

This made Souji focus. Finally, a conversation that might be more interesting than Heisuke complaining about his seasoning. The Shieikan dojo did receive unannounced visitors from time to time but they were rarely coming with good intentions. Having an unknown left-handed warrior walking in the compound was probably bad news for Kondo. What was Gen thinking showing him around?

“No idea,” Sanosuke answered while moving to the right to leave some room for Shinpachi to seat. “I wanted to ask Gen-san but he apparently left to run some errands just after escorting our ‘guest’ out. He hasn’t come back, so I guess he joined Kondo-san and the others.”

“Come on! You talked to them, you know at least more than Souji and I do.”

Sanosuke’s eyes went to Souji who nodded his support to Shinpachi. The more they knew the better. If people thought they could just scout Kondo’s dojo before making trouble they were gravely mistaken. Sanosuke sighed:

“He wasn’t much of a talker, we introduced each other that’s all.”

“That’s an understatement,” Heisuke intervened. “The guy was gloomy!”

“You might want to take a page from his book. I doubt he was much older than you and yet he had so much more gravity,” Sanosuke added with a smile.

They were getting distracted. Who cared about the gravity of the man? It was just another way to add to his humorless demeanor. Souji couldn’t care less about that.

“And was our dark and not-so-tall stranger’s name?” he asked while putting his chopstick down.

“Saito.”

Souji snorted. So, mister mysterious was indeed surrounded by secrecy. Did he think anonymity would protect him from retribution? That was an issue though. It would be complicated getting info on him with just his name.

“That’s extremely convenient,” he finally commented.

“Is it?” Heisuke asked. “How many left-handed Saito could be running around Edo?”

“Are you serious? Do you realize how many people have this name? I know at least three left-handed Saito. One of them is working in tea shop. She is taller than you shrimp.”

Heisuke tried to send his elbow into Sanosuke’s side for that. The red-haired man only had to move a little to dodge it. They kept fighting even as Shinpachi said under his breath:

“That’s odd.”

Souji’s attention was entirely on him now. Shinpachi looked absorbed in his thoughts. While noisy the man had a head for politics that sometimes lead him into long and apparently captivating conversations with Kondo. Souji never took part in them but he stayed around. Currently Shinpachi had the same look on his face that when I was about to make some decisive point. Unfortunately for Souji he was staring to get pulled into Heisuke and Sanosuke’s oral jab.

“Keep talking Shinpachi-san.”

His three companions went silent. Their eyes were on him. They were uneasy. People, expect Kondo, sometimes looked at him like that. Sometimes he knew why sometimes he didn’t. His voice tone was probably off. In any case that served him well.

“It is nothing Souji, don’t worry.”

Ah, Shinpachi was already recovering from whatever he had felt. Usual. Souji had to act quickly because if Shinpachi decided to ignore him no matter what he would then do, even more deliberate things, it would just slip on the man. But before he could add anything it was Sanosuke who surprisingly came to his help:

“Just tell him. He has the look on his face that says that he won’t leave us alone until he knows whatever he thinks you are hiding. He is going to be an ass all evening.”

Well he didn’t exactly like the formulation, and he had to fight back the urge of retorting something - he didn’t know what but something - but it worked.

“It is just that it reminded me of something. One or two years ago two idiot kids ended up dueling each other. One of them was a Hatamoto’s son and the other one the son of a lowly samurai. Surprisingly it was the Hatamoto’s son who was killed. Long story short it was quite a scandal and the lowly samurai son was forced to flee Edo.”

“And?” Souji asked.

“I think the kid was left-handed.”

Souji found nothing to say to that, nor was Shinpachi ready to tell him more. Slowly the evening meal went back to its normal rhythm. While the chatter grew around him, Souji considered what he just learned. It didn’t mean that mystery man was the lowly samurai son of course. It was probably just a coincidence. And even if it wasn’t, having killed someone wouldn’t give his adversary an edge on him.

He forced his hands to open. At some point they had contracted on his hakama. No, whoever this man was, whatever he had done, it wouldn’t change a thing.

* * *

Saito came back. This time no-one was there to welcome him. He had hesitated at the gate. Wandering alone, and armed, in a dojo was a bad idea. Especially considering that he didn’t come to make enemies. Still he had been told to return today, so he entered.

He was able to come right to the middle of the Shieikan, where he had witnessed the training session the day before. Today the shoji were closed and it felt as if he had failed something. The cicadas were singing again making the day look like a distorted repeat of his first visit. He didn’t particularly like hot weather, but he usually endured it without a complaint. Right now, it was more suffocating than ever. He would have been lying if he said that at this moment he didn’t consider turning back, yet he called out:

“Pardon me, is anyone in?”

There was a movement on his right. The four men he had noticed in the training room yesterday were standing in the shadow of an engawa. The green eyes were once again fixed on him.

“Who is it?” the instructor asked looking like he had very much been waiting for him. “Did he come to challenge our school?”

Saito was expecting that. There was apparently no-one else around despite Inoue’s word. Probably they had made their decision before he came back and let their best students handle him. He saw no point in correcting their wrong assumption. The man was spoiling for a fight. The three others weren’t as antagonistic, but they didn’t look ready to stop their peer either. Well he was used to that. He could give the man what he was looking for.

Facing his silence, the green-eyed instructor joined him. His mouth was smiling but his eyes weren’t, and his informality had an edge to it.

“Follow-me.”

He went into the training room with him, the three other men following behind. Today the room was mainly closed which gave it a stifling atmosphere. His interlocutor gave him a bokken and they faced each other. The green-eyed man was still smiling when he started speaking again with faked candor in his voice:

“I still haven’t asked for your name yet, haven’t I? I guess I might as well ask while you can still talk.”

��Saito Hajime,” he simply answered unfazed by the bravado of his adversary.

“Saito-kun, ne? I am Okita Souji, nice to meet you.”

His surprise and his politeness were feigned but his confidence wasn’t. Saito assured his grip on the bokken.

“Shinpachi-san, could you act as our referee?” Okita suddenly asked to the other instructor.

“Sure,” he answered with a bit of hesitation.

The man took his place before turning toward Saito, much to his surprise:

“Hey, are going to be okay? Souji’s the star student of our dojo.”

“There is no need for concern,” Saito answered and he took his stand.

Okita’s smile grew wider and he joined Saito. There was a short moment in which their bokken touched and they were only facing each other. Both of them were intensely focused and Saito had no trouble believing what Shinpachi had said.

“Hajime!”

Saito kept his stance as it was but Okita changed his guard calmly, bringing his bokken behind him. Fine he would engage.

He went toward Okita at full speed aiming for his head. His adversary seemed surprised for a split-second but managed to dodge. Saito carried on with multiple thrusts, nearly landing a blow several times. Still he didn’t manage to actually make a hit. Okita finally warded his attack off and Saito was forced to draw back.

That was unexpected but not as much as the nearly immediate counterattack he barely managed to fend off. He was good. Very good. Saito hadn’t had an adversary like that in ages, forcing him on the defensive. He took a vicious blow on his left side, several inches under the heart. It should have taken his breath away, but he gritted his teeth and put all his weight in a counter blow that allowed him to regain some edge.

The referee had screamed something that Saito barely registered. He had to focus on his adversary, thankfully Okita seemed in the same mindset. They traded several other blows, perfectly countering each other none of them managing to gain the upper hand.

At some point they came to a halt, if one could call it that. Their bokken were pushing against each other and both of them were putting as much of their weight in their confrontation as they could without risking unbalance. Okita was panting as much as him but he still surprisingly managed to speak:

“You are stronger than I expected. No one’s been able to dodge my thrusts before.”

“You are the first person I fail to defeat in my first move.”

Okita smiled more earnestly this time, a bizarrely gratifying sight. Unfortunately for Saito his adversary was considerably taller than him and his superior size ultimately gave him the advantage in their current confrontation. He was once again thrown a few steps backward and they started giving and repelling blows. Someone else was screaming now. Saito didn’t recognize the voice and had no time to try to.

Suddenly Shinpachi and Todo were on Okita. Saito barely managed to take a step back in surprise before Harada caught his right arm. It took an enormous effort from Saito to break his fight like that, but he recognized an immediate request to stop when he saw one. He went still trying to find his breath back. In front of him Okita was struggling against the two men who had more or less physically restrained him. His eyes were still fixed on Saito.

Now that he was a bit more able to take his surroundings in Saito noticed that two men had arrived, one of them looking quite angered by what he saw but it was the other one who spoke:

“You were quite impressive!”

The compliment surprised him. He wasn’t used to this. He took two more breaths in before messily answering with a question:

“I fight using a left-handed stance, does that not bother you?”

His interlocutor seemed surprise, as if he hadn’t even noticed it. It was the other man, the one with the long black hair, who reacted. Somehow his comment seemed to have made him angrier but strangely not at Saito:

“Whether you use a right-handed stance or a left-handed stance, it doesn’t change the fact that you are strong.”

Saito was struck dumb. He had never expected that, maybe a grudging welcome, but certainly not at total acknowledgement. The men were talking in front of him. He had to focus to listen to them.

“He is the boy Gen-san told us about. I wanted to test him, but I think this won’t be necessary, don’t you think Toshi?”

“Indeed, I don’t think it will be necessary Kondo-san,” the man with the long hair answered with a smile on his face.

Kondo-san? So this man was the head of the Shieikan dojo. Saito knew he was supposed to bow to him but somehow he did not manage to. His attention was fixed on the man with the long ponytail.

“So, would you follow us uhm?” Kondo asked.

It took Saito a minute to realize that the man was talking to him. He was supposed to introduce himself. By the time he had actually intellectualized this Okita was answering for him:

“This is Saito Hajime-kun.”

“Would you follow us Hajime-kun? We have things to discuss.”

Kondo and the other man started to lead the way out of the training room. He wanted to follow. He wanted it so bad he might have never wanted something as badly in his entire life. But he couldn’t. Maybe if he started moving again all of this would disappear. He would again be the left-handed warrior no-one wanted to be associated with no matter what.

Someone gave him a friendly slap in the back. He was forced to take a step forward not to fall.

“Welcome Hajime-kun, I am looking forward to sparring with you again,” Okita said with a wicked grin while going after Kondo and the other man.

Everything was still here. The training room, his uneven breathing from the impromptu duel, Harada, Shinpachi and Todo next to him, Okita, Kondo and the black-haired man in front of him. The welcome was new. It was a good change.

#saitofest #hakuouki #hakuoki #saito hajime #okita souji #and a lot others #and yes it is canon compliant #just because you have suspicions that your best friend has already killed someone doesn't mean that you know for sure

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uselessmonsterboy · 5 years

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Okay, but it's only disheartening if that's the end of the story. And it isn't, or at least, it isn't meant to be. (this is a continuation of the Izuku roams the grounds thing) Aizawa and the other teachers worry over what to do with the Problem Child, not only is it viscerally disturbing to see it happen, but when the kid's a pro, he won't be safe on the streets. Which means UA has 2 years and change to get him comfortable with having a roof over his head.

At first, they leave him be. He's going to therapy, is following his weight gain plan, and uses the facilities of the dorm. None of his classmates say anything to him about it, they're all aware at this point that he's had a tough life, and if that weren't enough they were given a very stern talking to by Aizawa prior to the kids moving in. Izuku may sleep outside, in the forest or the training grounds, but he showers, cooks, and slowly starts to relax in the dorms.

The first big problem hits with the autumn winds, the UA staff worrying themselves sick over their precious adopted child. Rationally, they know he's survived winters before, but it doesn't make it any easier. Present Mic even pulls the kid aside, reminding him that he's free to use any of the buildings in the false cities, return to the dorms, or sleep in the auditorium if it gets too cold. Cementoss and Power Loader rig as many of the false building with heaters as they can.

Izuku is, at this point, doing better mentally and physically. He knows that his inability to sleep indoors is irrational, but he's just not at the point where he can bear to sleep in a place he calls his own yet. He doesn't know how to make the leap, and everyone's concern for him eats away at him. He spirals for a bit, feeling trapped by the love and compassion people are showing him after all this time. Eventually, it comes to a head with an accidentally insensitive remark by Mina.

She says something dumb about how cold it is in her room, and how she put in a work order days ago, but it still isn't fixed and it's tooorrrtttuurrreee. Izuku snaps something about how "she's lucky to have something covering her from the elements, and a bed and blankets to keep her warm, let alone a heater," He realizes what he's said, addressing the elephant in the room that had been there so long his classmates had started to forget about. Bursting into tears, he runs out of the dorm.

(My connection is getting laggy, idk how many of these are getting through) It's Uraraka who finds him, curled up next to the trashcans, hyperventilating. Even though she knows he's had it rougher than her, she too remembers the feeling of going to bed on an empty stomach, of the winter chill slicing through the flimsy fabric of a cheap coat. She tells him as much; adding on that she's willing to help in whatever way she can, even if it's just as someone he can vent to.

Uraraka listens, uninterrupting, as Izuku shakily rants at her. It's nearly half an hour of him hopping hysterically from tangent to tangent, going in depth about how scared he was, how some days he wasn't sure he would make it, how alone he felt.

He sobs about how he was convinced, for so long, that he deserved it, that he was a bad son, that either Inko ran away from him because she hated him, or she was taken from him against her will, and it's a catch-22 because if she hated him than he must have been a bad son, but if he hopes that she had to be taken from him, than he's wishing his mother is either in pain or dead, and doesn't that make him just as awful?

He admits that he wants to take the next step, he knows it's irrational of him to sleep on UA's streets like this, but he feels sick and undeserving every time he tries to sleep in a bed, or a couch.

And Uraraka does a good job of listening. Her heart fills with pain, so much so she worried Izuku will feel it, and run again. One of her best friends in the world was suffering like this in silence, and none of them had stepped in. She cries silently, doing her best not to distract him. When he finishes, she hugs him, tight, so tight she's afraid he might break. She helps him come up with a plan that night. A way to ease him back in to living in a steady environment again.

When they return, he goes to apologize to Mina, only for her to beat him to it. Despite his obvious discomfort, he admits he can't sleep in the dorms, that he was homeless, and doesn't want to discuss it further. Even though the class desperately wants answers past that, the look on Uraraka's face keeps them from jumping the poor kid for information. Things fall into a sort of forced quiet after that in regards to Izuku's past. None of the students want to break their trust with him, so they don't push him, but, to his surprise, they also don't push him away either. That doesn't mean they don't spend the next several weeks worrying, crying, reevaluating their abilities as heroes. Hound Dog's office is almost never empty after that, with someone or another going for advice or reassurance.

The only one who comes close to pushing Izuku away entirely is Bakugo, who's furious at himself both for not noticing, but also for punching down the way he did in middle school. He remembers leaving a shaking body in an alleyway, and feels ill. How close did Deku come to getting an infection, unable to recover in a clean, safe environment? How close did he come to dying in the gutter, like a discarded toy? He leaves Deku, no, Izuku, alone after that, and starts waking up in a cold sweat instead, haunted by dull, lifeless eyes on a face marred by grime and burns.

Izuku, spurred on by Uraraka and oblivious to his classmates' thoughts, starts to implement their plan. At first, he sleeps in the lobby of a random building once a week. He doesn't sleep on a couch, but curls up, small again, in his sleeping bag. He can almost pretend it's a bus stop, or a train station. He spends more and more nights sleeping in lobbies and fake restaurants, until he's comfortable spending the nights indoors.

From there, it's a relatively uncomfortable jump to trying to sleep in the entrance of the dorm. He still sleeps in the fake cities from time to time, but he gets more and more comfortable sleeping next to the dorm doors. Everyone is careful not to say a word, although some of the insomniacs and early risers jump the first few times they see him. After about a month of that, he starts creeping in to sleep on the floor of the common area. It goes relatively incident free. Ojiro does scream once, when he goes to get a late night snack. Half the dorm is woken up, but eventually, Izuku is assured it was merely Ojiro's sleep addled brain convinced the sleeping bag was Aizawa, rather than anything about him. Everyone else takes note, and any subsequent jumpscares are silent, and unnoticed. Even so, Izuku sleeps by the doors for the following two weeks.

Eventually, Izuku feels emboldened enough to try and sleep in his own room. It needs a thorough cleaning, dust coats everything in a thick layer. Optimistic, Iida washes the sheets on the school provided mattress, and makes the bed with military corners. Izuku tries to sleep on the bed, but ends up in his sleeping bag, feeling guilty that he still can't sleep on a mattress.

Again, he feels self-loathing at his own wastefulness. It's a perfectly good bed, but he can't stand it, he can't sleep in it. He starts sleeping in the hallway instead, trying to avoid his room as much as possible. This quickly catches the teachers' attention. They had been keeping a close eye on Izuku's progress, but had been unwilling to interfere after their previous efforts had backfired so spectacularly before. But now, it seemed like adult interference would be necessary. Nobody wanted Izuku to backslide now that it was so cold out. Yagi's the one to propose it, both to the teachers and to Izu-kun. If the bed makes him uncomfortable, why not replace it with a couch? That way, when he wanted to have people over in his room, they could have a place to sit, and the room wouldn't feel so empty.

At first, Izuku's reluctant to the idea. He may have hated the bed, but, it seemed like a waste to have it removed and to have a couch put in its place. Besides, wasn't he supposed to start living like a normal person now, wasn't this just giving up?

Yagi assures him that, no, going slowly, taking baby steps like this is perfectly okay. The only reason why they wanted him to live in the dorms was because they were worried about his safety. If he feels more comfortable sleeping on the floor, that's okay. And with the budget that UA has, one bed and one mattress are ultimately negligible. Todoroki helps soothe Izuku as well, pointing out that both he and Shoji sleep on futons, which aren't so different from his sleeping bag.

Izuku ultimately agrees, and finds that it's a lot easier to sleep in his room now that the expectation that he'll use his bed is lifted. While he doesn't know it, UA's staff, and his classmates, collectively let put a huge sigh of relief, now no longer having to worry about 1-A's resident little string bean freezing in the cold.

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Sorry if this was crazy long, or if it's out of character, I just like coming up with little snippets and stuff like this for my favorite creators.

#useless monster fanwriting #submissions #anon #they ended up DMing it to me so that there wasnt an ask limit issue #and i ADORE this #SOOOOO MUCH #hound dog getting an appearance as his position of councilor is so good #this is just #so wholesome and im ahhhhhHHHHH

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that-otome-potato · 4 years

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I love you love me

Inspired by a recent event (can’t remember which one now lol... Yes, I’ve been working on this one that long because Dumblr is dumb).

Sweet Kiyomasa x MC fluff with, as is common with me, a dash of angst. I’M SORRY I AM INCAPABLE OF DOING ANYTHING ELSE. It’s either smut or something with a bit of angst in it because #Drama.

Warning: They’re both a little dumb in this because this was without notes and I rewrote it at least three times, especially after tumblr deleted what I had done in this draft.

Tagging: @masamunesmistress, @calicocrest, @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons and @dear-mrs-otome@dear-mrs-otome

It wasn’t a sudden occurrence.

There was no strike of lightning from the heavens, no mind-shaking epiphany that brought the feelings to my attention, as if they were buried deep in my heart.

It was slow, gradual, unnoticeable until it was too late. I was in love with Lord Kiyomasa. Autumn was still new and the leaves had yet to fall from their perch in their trees when I realized my feelings for Lord Kiyomasa were stronger than mere friendship. I had only been at Nagahama for a short time, but already I felt as if I had been a part of the clan my whole life.

Lord Hideyoshi and Lord Masanori were kind and polite, always making me feel welcome in their group, but it was Lord Kiyomasa that stood out from the others to me. He was taller than Lord Hideyoshi, lithe but still very strong. He always seemed to be there when I needed someone to carry something I couldn’t or catch me if I started to fall. He had a boyish charm like Lord Hideyoshi, but didn’t try to placate someone like he did. Lord Kiyomasa made sure you knew where he stood on issues in one breath, while being a shameless flirt in the next.

However, under all that bravado, he was as sweet as honey with a heart as golden as his hair. Hair I kept feeling my hands itch to run my fingers through because of how soft it looked. If I bought some glass beads, would he let me add to the ones he already had…? He always made me smile, taught me how to fold origami cranes, would talk with me into the wee hours of the morning on the veranda as we looked up at the moon. He was strong, wholly dedicated to Lord Hideyoshi and reliable. All of this and so much more drew me towards him, wanting more. Needing more. But I knew it wasn’t meant to be. Lord Kiyomasa was just getting into his stride in life as a samurai, proving himself in battle and coming out on top. He didn’t need anything extra in his life keeping him back. At least, not until he decided he needed to seek out a wife of prominent lineage. A prominent lineage of which I certainly had none of. I shook my head to scatter those cloudy thoughts as I served Lord Hideyoshi his lunch, returning his kind smile when he thanked me before moving on. Perhaps Lord Kiyomasa would let me at least continue to be friends with him and serve in his castle if he ever found a woman suitable to be his wife. ~*~ “Why don’t you say something?” Kiyomasa looked up from his bowl of miso soup to his left where Masanori sat when he asked that question, before turning his eyes to follow you around the room. “I have no idea what you mean.” “You can’t fool me. I see the way you look at her.” His red haired friend replied, eating calmly as if he didn’t care about the conversation at all. Kiyomasa sighed and put his bowl down to sit back, watching you surreptitiously as you finished serving the other retainers with a smile and went back to the kitchen. He thought back to all the times he had spent time with you, the way being around you made his heart race. The way your very presence brought absolute calm to his soul. He loved how caring and thoughtful you were. He looked forward to your cooking every day and was marveled at how such a talented cook could be so horrible folding origami. He thought you were beautiful in your humbleness, not fretting over pretty hairpins, obi ties, or makeup like other girls he had been with. He found spending time with you refreshing and revitalizing and every time he had a day off, he sought you out because that was when he was most relaxed. He knew he had deep feelings for you, but couldn’t bring himself to act on them for one reason. Hideyoshi. The way Hideyoshi also looked at you hadn’t escaped him. He saw adoration in his gaze whenever you interacted with him, the soft smiles, the laughing. So many times he had to convince himself from trying to steal you away and tell you how he felt. He wouldn’t though, because he wouldn’t steal away the girl his friend and Lord has his eyes on. He respected Hideyoshi too much to do that to him. He was resigned to tell himself he would just be happy with the way things were and to help the love between you and Hideyoshi blossom and grow. Eventually, the knife twisting in his heart would stop and the pain would ease, right? “She’s not for me. Sure, she’s fun to spend time with, but she isn’t my type. I like girls who know how to have fun. You know what I mean?” He winked at Masanori with a flirty smirk and a nudge with his elbow, trying to distract those listening, hoping they would think he meant carnal entertainment as he had once been known to partake in. Masanori paused long enough to cast him a deadpan look before returning to his meal. Kiyomasa could tell that his friend didn't believe his words for a moment. “You know, Lord Kiyomasa, she looks at you the same way, right?” Sakon decided to supply from his right side, the entire conversation earning a disgruntled huff from Mitsunari, who was sitting on the other side of Sakon, next to Hideyoshi. “You’re seeing things, kid.” Kiyomasa scoffed, picking his soup up to drink from the bowl. “Fine, don’t believe us. But we’re telling you that she likes you, too.” Kiyomasa looked at Sakon from the corner of his eye. Surely he must be mistaken. A lady like her, interested in a ruffian like him? No way. “Just talk to her. That will clear things up.” He looked to his other side, watching as Masanori finished off his fish, leaving nothing but a skeleton on his plate before moving on to the next dish. Could he do that? What if he asked and, as he thought, she really did have feelings for Hideyoshi? Could he handle the rejection, despite being prepared for it? At least, if he did ask, he would know and could move on. ~*~ “Lord Kiyomasa?” His ears perked at the sound of her voice several days later. He quickly stood from the desk where he was reading and moved towards the shoji door to his rooms. When he opened it, she was standing there, her hands folded before her over her obi, the light of the waning afternoon sun causing her to be limned in gold. It took everything in him not to show how the sight made him feel like he got punched in the gut. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, my lady?” He gave her his best, most flirtatious smirk as he backed up and motioned for her to enter. She shook her head and remained in the doorway, still acting the prim and proper lady, Kiyomasa felt like rubbing his chest where the pain from his metaphorical gut-punch moved up, squeezing his heart with a tight fist. “I need to talk to you about something very important. Something I can’t talk to anyone else about. Something that I’ve been needing to get of my chest.” “Important, huh? Would you like some tea?" She shook her head again. “I was thinking it was a nice day for a walk?” Kiyomasa nodded and stepped out of his room before closing the door behind him. They walked together for a time before she paused near the back wall of Nagahama’s gardens. A thousand thoughts flit past his minds eye, all potential topics that she could possibly want to talk to him about. Alone and in the back of the garden. “Is everything okay?” He asked, prompting her to speak. She slowly turned to face him. Never could he remember seeing her look so serious. ~*~ I could feel sweat gathering at the back of my neck, my heart racing at a fast clip in my chest. Most of the day had been spent thinking things over while doing my chores and, finally, I decided that telling Lord Kiyomasa how I felt was better over all for my health than keeping it in. The decision had been hard, but I knew it was right. If he didn’t feel the same way about me, then at least I would know. I could move on. Or at least try to. “I want to say everything is ok, but I can’t lie to you. There’s been something I’ve needed to tell you for a while now, and I’ve finally plucked up the courage.” He reached up to tuck some stray hair behind my ear, opening his mouth to say something, but he froze and pulled his hand away, closing his mouth to look at me. There was an intensity in his gaze I rarely saw unless he spoke of something he was passionate about. “What is it?” “It’s hard to say. I have strong feelings for someone, but I’m afraid to tell him. He’s a samurai, I’m just a no-name cook. He’s going places, I’m not - not like him at least.” “It’s Hideyoshi, isn’t it?” Despair came over his features when he suggested our Lord and friend. He thought I loved Lord Hideyoshi? What caused such sadness on his handsome features?

I moved closer to cup the side of his face on one side. He looked down at me, his gaze wavering as he seemed to study my face. I was about to reply when he opened his mouth.

“Honestly, you couldn’t do better.” “Wait, what? No, I’m not…” “I’ve seen you two. He cares for you deeply. I’m happy for you, truly. He’ll make you very happy and be a good husband to you.” With those final words, Lord Kiyomasa turned to walk away from me towards his room in the castle. Without thinking, I cast my hand out to catch his sleeve to stop him from leaving, forcing him to turn around and face me. I quickly drop my hand, seeing surprise on his handsome features, feeling it on my own as well. “It’s not… not Lord Hideyoshi. He’s nice, and I enjoy working for him, but he’s not the one my heart desires.” “Masanori?” “No.” “Mitsunari?” “No! Gods, no…” “Sakon?” “I’m not even going to grace that response with an answer.” “Who else could it be? You’re a beautiful, amazing woman that any man should feel honored to have at his side.” “Even you?” “Especially me! I…” All I hear for several moments after that was the wind blowing through the trees, the chatter of small animals, and the song of birds. “Lord Kiyomasa?” For some reason, he frowned down at me a moment before he gripped both of my forearms and pushed me away, turning on his heel and moving back to the castle. But for just a second, I saw a flash of embarrassment in his golden gaze. I couldn’t let him go without telling him what I had gone there to say - I didn't want to lose my courage. So I chased after him. When I got close enough, he turned towards me when he heard me running and I saw a look of surprise as I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and planting my lips against his. My kiss didn’t get the reaction I had been hoping for, considering how well known with the maids he was and the stories I had heard from his friends. Perhaps I had been mistaken in what he had meant. The disheartening thought made me stiffen and practically throw myself from him. What was I doing, throwing myself at him like that? When I backed to a respectable distance and looked at my feet, my hands wringing each other out as I tried to come up with an excuse for my attack and one to escape. ”I…I, um… I’m sorry. After what you said… I thought...” After a few more moments if awkward silence, just as I was about to leave him in my shame, Lord Kiyomasa closed the distance. ~*~ He was ashamed of how long it took to recover from the suddenness of her kiss. It was the last thing he had expected, but certainly not something unwanted. There had been nights he’d fallen asleep thinking about what her lips would taste like, what they would feel like against his own. Which, of course, lead to other thoughts more suited for his bedroom. He didn’t even think about what he was doing - Kiyomasa closed the distance she had created, raised his hands to either side of her head and slanted his lips over hers hungrily. Lips as sweet as berries and just as plump, soon gave way to his kiss, accepting it with enthusiasm and giving as good as she got when he added his tongue to play with hers when she opened to him. ‘So, this is what it feels like to kiss the woman you truly love.’ He thought to himself, feeling her hands gripping at his sides, using his kimono to bodies closer together. ~*~ ‘So, this is what it feels like to kiss the man you truly love.’ I thought to myself, pulling him closer as our tongues dueled and our teeth clashed.I could feel my skin tingling along the path his hand created over my kimono when he moved one of his arms down to wrap around my waist, easing us down into the grass. The feeling of him over me unlike anything I'd ever experienced before - the heat licking at my flesh warming me from the inside out, his weight comforting even as he held himself above me. Lord Kiyomasa was like a man dying of thirst as he moved his lips over my own, lapping and sucking, toying with me and managing to pull a whimper from my throat. My cheeks heated at the sound that came from me, but he replied with a similar sound, pressing his hips into my leg, showing me just how much he was enjoying this. The feel of his hardened manhood against my thigh caused searing heat to bloom in my core and it made me gasp. I felt a moment of clarity forcing its way through the fog of the arousal he was causing and I pressed the palms of my hands against his chest, ending the kiss."What's wrong?" Panting and deliciously flushed, he looked down at me with heat and a little confusion and uncertainty in his eyes. "Did I go too far?"I just shook my head and smiled up at him, hoping he could see all of the emotions I felt for him in my eyes. "No. I'm okay with this. But are you? What about your future?" I know that I'd asked this of him already, but I had to be sure. I wasn't about to let him back out once he told me he was sure. I wanted - needed- him in my life and wasn't sure if I would settle for less.He just waved my words off with his hand and a smirk. "I wasn't born with this title, as you well know. I have no designs for the future except to continue serving Hideyoshi. I could care less for having a snobbish noblewoman for a wife. I want a sweet, caring cook from the capitol who has a perchance for trouble and whose kiss sets my blood aflame. Someone who I can talk to, can search out and find when troubled, knowing she will make everything better."Lord Kiyomasa delicately carded the fingers of his waving hand through my hair at my temple, sending little sparks through my entire body. "You're the one I want to come home to, to be at my side, and one day, to share my bed with. You have been for a long time."His words gathered and settled nice and warm in my chest as I tightened my hold on him, pulling him close as we lay in the dying grass of the garden. "I have loved you for a long time as well, Lord Kiyomasa. I will stay with you as long as you will have me. All I ask is that you let me know if you change your mind."I could feel him shaking and heard a low chuckle. When he looked up, I saw flames rekindling in his eyes. "Then be ready to be with me until the end of our days. I'm not letting you go anywhere without me."I hugged him tight again, cradling his forehead where my neck met my shoulder. "Yes, milord."~*~

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