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animebw · 1 year

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Short Reflection: Fall 2022 Anime

Was Fall 2022 the single most stacked season of anime ever? It’s certainly a contender, at least. Not only were there once again far too many good shows to keep up with, not only were a lot of those shows really fucking good, but there was such a wide variety that no matter your tastes- shonen, slice of life, mecha, political drama, whatever the fuck Akiba Maid War counts as- you were basically guaranteed at least one phenomenal show to stay hooked on. And if you’re someone like me who appreciates pretty much every genre as long as it’s done well? Then my god, I hope you skipped lunch, because this feast never fucking ended. I’ve already given my thoughts on Yama no Susume’s underwhelming fourth season (6.5/10), Mob Psycho 100′s safe but deeply satisfying finale (8/10), and the bonkers roller coaster of Chainsaw Man (8.5/10), and there’s still way too many anime left to talk about. So without any further ado, let’s dive right in to the disappointments, the hidden gems, and the runaway smash hits that closed out this fantastic year for anime.

My Hero Academia Season 6: Unfinished/10

There’s not much I have to say about this one yet, as I’m planning to give it a full review when it’s all over. But I at least wanted to say this: I fucking told y’all My Hero Academia was going to reclaim its crown. I told y’all this show was eventually gonna earn its place back as one of the greatest long-running shonen of all time. But nooooo, you were all busy pretending that a few lackluster fight scenes meant this show was the worst garbage ever and handing out accolades to gorgeously animated pieces of stale cardboard like Demon Slayer for plastering pretty wallpaper all over the vapid nonsense at their core. Well, how does it feel now, huh? How does it feel to remember what an actual great shonen action series looks like? This is the best that MHA has been since season 3, and while it’s gonna fall to the next cours to determine where season 6 ends up on the pantheon, it’s so fucking good to see this show operating at full capacity again.

To Your Eternity Season 2: Unfinished/10

Genuine question: what the absolute fuck happened to To Your Eternity? I still remember when that incredible first episode dropped back in 2021 and everyone was ready to crown it the new patron saint of cry-inducing philosophical fantasy. How did we get from that to this? To increasingly hacky production values that rarely rise above passable and never once manage to capture the awe and wonder this story is so clearly shooting tor? To writing so tonally inconsistent it decides to introduce a cast of wacky over-the-top camera-muggers in this serious and serene fantasy yarn? Didn’t this show used to be good? Didn’t it used to be a genuinely compelling exploration of human nature and immortality and moving on from loss? When did it fall apart so badly that it barely even resembles the show it used to be? And that’s not even getting into some of the most abysmal queerbaiting I’ve seen in a very long time. There were definitely worse anime this year, but nothing else left me feeling so utterly betrayed. I can only pray the slight upswing of quality it’s experiencing in its current arc continues, because otherwise this is going to end up the most crushing disappointment of anime in 2022.

Reincarnated as a Sword: 3/10

Let us all stop for a moment and consider the absolute state of the isekai genre. Here we have yet another story of some personality-deficient schlub transported to another world that runs on JRPG logic, where he instantly becomes the most OP person (or, well, sword) around and never has to struggle for anything. The characters and setting are all as painfully generic as every other entry in the genre. The plot wastes so much time rattling off video game stats to justify its boring OP worldbuilding that it forgets to write any sort of interesting or nuanced personalities for the people in its world. The production values are passably okay without ever showing a single shred of personality beyond the most by-the-basics staples of this watered-down Dragon Quest backwash. There is nothing worth recommending here, nothing you can get from this show that you can’t get in a million better ways elsewhere. And yet, Reincarnated as a Sword has one thing going for it: it doesn’t try and justify slavery. In fact, its real protagonist is an enslaved catgirl who breaks free from her chains and seeks to prove her worth, with the titular sword serving as her paternal guardian. And that alone puts this dull, uninspired, pointless slab of processed anime loaf above a decent chunk of its contemporaries in the isekai genre. Because that is how fucking far the bar has been lowered at this point. God help us all.

My Master Has No Tail: 4/10

The frustrating thing about My Master Has No Tail is that there’s not really anything wrong with it. It’s a cute little historical anime about a tanuki girl learning rakugo from a fox spirit in a time of huge technological upheaval for Japan, a time when all the old spirits are at risk of losing their place in the world and must find some way to adapt to the new era alongside humanity. That premise should result in something really interesting, or at least unique enough for a mellow slice-of-life hobby show with a supernatural twist. And yet despite the lack of things to complain about, I just could not get on this show’s wavelength. It just doesn’t push far enough in any direction to be memorable; the animation is competent but also as basic as it gets, the characters are inoffensive but simple, the comedy is decent but rarely rises above a chuckle. Every single aspect of this show is just a little too underwhelming to really make an impact, and with nothing but average everywhere you look, the whole thing ends up kinda boring. I do like the themes it’s playing with, how art is used as a vessel for spirits and humans to keep their connections strong in an increasingly secular, industrialized world, but it’s not enough to bring this show up anywhere above harmlessly mediocre. What a shame.

Arknights Prelude to Dawn: 4.5/10

I find myself fairly conflicted about the first season of Arknights. On the one hand, it’s a relief to get a gacha game adaptation with some actual gravitas behind it, and the story of a post-infection dystopian world struggling between compassion and justice has some genuinely complex things to say about the morality of living through hellish situations. And its cinematic production ambitions ensure it’s rarely boring to look at. On the other hand, though, I get the sense that whoever was behind the script didn’t take into account the differences between what works narratively in a video game and what works in a TV show. Divorced from their role as an audience surrogate/POV who needs to be explained everything so the player can understand how to play, the mostly silent Doctor comes off as a nothing character who could be cut from the show without changing anything. Ditto the under-explained, underutilized tactical cell phone that probably only existed in the first place to justify how the game’s combat looked and functioned, and the dialogue that’s mostly a series of plot points taking us from one Important Setpiece to the next. I want to like what Arknights is doing, but it’s not until the shockingly great final two episodes that it starts to feel like a proper show and not just a lavishly animated cutscene compilation. Hopefully the second season continues that upward trajectory, and maybe then we’ll be able to call this a truly excellent gacha anime.

Do It Yourself: 5/10

Between this show and Healer Girl from earlier this year, I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I really need more than vibes to keep me interested in a show. Don’t get me wrong, vibes are good! But there’s a whole subsection of cute-girls shows that are basically nothing but vibes, and absent anything else to sink my teeth into, I find myself feeling very little connection to them. You’d think Do It Yourself might have a little more going on, what with its near-future setting, stabs at commentary on the importance of not letting automation fully run everything, and extremely gay undertones. But no, it’s mostly just cute girls doing DIY carpentry for twelve episodes. It’s a show for you to turn your brain off to and just, well, like I said, vibe to the expressive FLCL-esque art style and richly detailed guide to DIY carpentry with a bunch of intermittenly interesting characters. And while I can appreciate those vibes well enough, there’s so little intrigue to anything that I can’t really bring myself to care about it all that much. I dunno, maybe they shouldn’t have kept the one character who actually generates interesting narrative friction at arm’s length for nearly the entire show. And maybe they should’ve let Serafu and Pudding kiss. Actually, no maybes there, they definitely should’ve done that.

Play It Cool, Guys (1st Half): 5.5/10

Here’s a pleasant little surprise I don’t think anyone saw coming. Sure, this slice-of-life about a bunch of clumsy dudes navigating their own awkwardness isn’t gonna set the world on fire, but it’s become one of the more unusually absorbing short anime I’ve encountered in a while. I think what draws me to Play It Cool, Guys is that it’s just very unpretentious; it promises a chill twelve minutes every week of low-key sweet-natured comedy, and that’s exactly what you get. The punchlines aren’t amazing, but they pretty much always hit. The characters aren’t very complex or interesting, but they all carry themselves well enough that you enjoy seeing them on screen. It’s even got a certain kind of confidence to just be so low-key and not try to overextend itself with cheap gimmicks or recycled plot beats to grab your attention, because it trusts that its word and characters are charming enough to earn your investment on their own. And you know what? That confidence is not misplaced. It might not be my favorite thing in the world, but I have a sneaking suspicion it’s just going to keep growing on me as it moves into its second cours. Check back at the end of winter, and I might just end up giving it a much more enthusiastic recommendation.

Urusei Yatsura (1st Half): 6/10

Is there still a point to Urusei Yatsura today? Yes, Rumiko Takahashi’s groundbreaking rom-com about an alien girl falling in love with a philandering douchenozzle invented the anime rom-com as we know it, not to mention possibly starting waifu culture itself with Lum. But fifty years later, with all its component parts iterated upon by basically every romance-adjacent anime that followed it, does the original property have anything left to offer on its own merits? Or is it a relic of a bygone time, no longer useful as anything but a historical artifact for tropes and archetypes that have all been used better by the works it ended up inspiring? Halfway through this modern reboot, I’m still not sure what the answer to that question is going to be. What I can say for sure is that this show makes me laugh more often than it doesn’t, and while not all of it has aged gracefully, it’s oddly refreshing to see just how much more egalitarian the anime rom-com used to be. This is no incel wank fantasy where a loser guy gets all the hot girls by doing basically nothing; this is a show where everyone’s just a little bit nuts, and you’re not so much rooting for anyone to get together as you are just enjoying the chaos that results when all these different flavors of asshole butt heads. That’s far more my speed than any of the wish fulfillment harem slop that learned all the wrong lessons from Urusei Yatsura’s success. Whether or not it’ll end up anything more than a series of mostly amusing episodic sketches remains to be seen, but for now, I’m content to just watch the madness unfold. Plus, it’s got Hiroshi Kamiya and Mamoru Miyano sniping at each other like every episode, you can’t not love that.

Pop Team Epic Season 2: 6/10

Sometimes, you just need a little chaos in your life. That sentence probably sums up the appeal of Pop Team Epic better than anything else I could ever write. Sometimes, you just want to let loose on a stream of consciousness through utterly batshit comedy skits that switch tone and animation style on a dime, packed with references to countless things you’re only vaguely aware of, never quite sure if all this insanity has any kind of point or if the pointlessness is itself the point. Pop Team Epic is just fucking weird, y’all. But it’s the kind of weird that clearly comes from a group of talented people having a blast throwing anything and everything at the wall just because they can, not caring about whether any of it sticks or not because the messy, nonsensical act of creating the damn thing in the first place is reason enough for it to exist. What other show will give you a dating sim spoof, yaoi lesbians, legitimately great mecha action, a final fantasy parody, gratuitous violence, a live action flipbook segment, and a full-on tokusatsu show starring Aoi Shota as a time-traveling sentai hero, all in the space of 12 episodes? If that kind of memetic insanity is your jam, then you need to get this show in your eyeballs yesterday. Pop Team Epic makes no goddamn sense, and god bless it for that.

Spy x Family Part 2: 7/10

Does a show need a plot? Is it enough for it to simply wander through a bunch of random side quests and coast on charm alone? That certainly seems to be what Spy x Family is banking on; after a relatively plot-solid first part where most episodes had at least a little in the way of new developments, part 2 seems content mostly to put the Forger family members in a variety of amusing scenarios and leave all the big picture stuff in the background until the final episode. And it’s a testament to just how damn charming these characters are- and how slick the production continues to be- that it mostly gets away with it. it’s fun watching Loid, Yor, and Anya bumble about as they slowly figure out what it means to live a “normal” life. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t impatient for the plot to pick back up. I dunno, after so many episodes of just faffing about, I felt myself getting kind of burnt out on the sitcom hijinks. And it doesn’t help that the biggest new character introduced is basically just a genderswapped Yuri, a.k.a. the worst character in the series. Spy x Family works best when it’s balancing its fluffy and kickass sides, and part 2 just leaned a little too far into fluff for my tastes. I still had a lot of fun, but I’m more than ready for the Ostania-Westalis conflict to be important again.

Blue Lock (1st Half): 7/10

The premise of Blue Lock is one of those immediately head-slapping moments of “Wow, why has no one tried this before?” brilliance: what if you took a shonen sports anime and made it an edgy death game? Sports anime are already full of larger-than-life personalities and conflicts, so taking that over-the-top competitive camp and applying it to a situation where the characters have to destroy each other to get ahead in a winner-takes-all battle royale is such a no-brainer, I’m shocked it’s taken this long for someone to come up with it. Sure, you don’t actually die if you lose Blue Lock, but losing the ability to play competitive soccer ever again might as well be death for a shonen sports boy, so it still counts. Point is, this premise is certifiably genius. Which makes it slightly disappointing that so far, the show isn’t taking as much advantage of it as it could. Don’t get me wrong, there’s some of the skullduggery and backstabbing you’d expect from your typical death game, but for the most part, Blue Lock just plays like a traditional soccer anime. A very good soccer anime, to be sure, but I find myself wishing it was willing to get nastier and edgier and really take advantage of its premise. Hell, it’s not even the best straightforward soccer anime this year; Ao Ashi has it beat in everything but animation. So count me a fan, but also count me hopeful that it leans more into what makes it unique going forward.

Raven of the Inner Palace: 7.5/10

In a fantasy-tinged version of Medieval China, there lives an imperial courtesan known as the Raven Consort. But unlike the other courtesans, her duties do not involve, well, nighttime visits. No, her mission is to put to rest the wandering spirits of the dead, the shades of those who died with regrets or unfinished business that still tie them to the world of the living. As long as anyone can remember, she’s lived alone, existing for nothing but her mission with no bonds to the world around her. But when a new emperor deposes the corrupt regime, he makes it his mission to set right everything his forebearers set wrong... including freeing the Raven Consort from her isolation. Thus begins one of the most absorbing anime I’ve watched all year, a story of the sins of the past as they claw at the fabric of the present, the struggle to untangle eons of societal oppression, and what it truly means to make amends for mistakes that left scars too big to ever heal. Raven of the Inner Palace is a bit of a slow burn, but when it takes off, it fucking takes off. And I know most of you barely even heard about it because it was overshadowed by all the louder, flashier shows this season, so consider this your wake-up call. Don’t sleep on this one, it’s really damn good.

Akiba Maid War: 8.5/10

Honestly, I don’t even want to say anything about this one. I just want to tell you all that you need to fucking watch Akiba Maid War and let you experience its many surprises as deliriously blind as I did. So if that alone is enough to convince you to go watch it, then stop what you’re doing and go watch it before you’re spoiled on anything. But if you need a little extra convincing, then consider the following: what if I told you that this seemingly innocuous maid cafe show is not, in fact, a quaint little otaku-centric slice of life, but a full-on pastiche of yakuza movies that takes all the genre’s bloodshed and mayhem and filters it through maid-colored glasses? A show where maids gun each other down and jockey for power and get in vicious turf battles and yet never once break maid keyfabe? Where the simple joke of “yakuza movie but they’re maids” is played so straight and pushed so far to its absolute limit that it somehow wraps back around to being both a completely ludicrous parody of itself and a completely genuine, 100% heart-on-its-sleeve love letter to both seemingly incompatible sides of its double identity? And walks that seemingly impossible tonal tightrope near flawlessly before bringing it all home in a final episode so pitch-perfect it forced me to pump my score up half a point just from how hard it stuck the goddamn landing? Are you convinced yet? Did I mention there’s a thirty-six year old murder maid who totally kicks fucking ass and doesn’t let anyone shame her for being a middle-aged woman working a cutesy job? What more do you want from me? JUST GO FUCKING WATCH THIS SHOW ALREADY I SWEAR TO GOD

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury: 8.5/10

I had no idea what to expect going into my first ever Gundam anime. Sure, I was excited to finally get a taste of what this storied franchise had to offer, and the excellent prologue and promise of an interesting female protagonist were certainly reasons to be hopeful, but as someone who’s rarely clicked with mecha as a genre, I wasn’t sure how this first foray into the definitive mecha anime would turn out. What I never expected- what I don’t think anyone could’ve expected- was that The Witch From Mercury wasn’t content to just be the first even female-led Gundam. No, this show decided to be REVOLUTIONARY GIRL UTENA. IN SPACE. WITH MECHA BATTLES. And I don’t think I need to say a goddamn thing more to convince you to watch this show. It’s goddamn Gundam Utena! It’s the queerest, most socially conscious anime of all time re-imagined with a futuristic metal exoskeleton, only with Utena’s symbolism-drenched ruminations on gender and patriarchy replaced with a no-less-compelling grounded portrayal of the evils of space capitalism and the political consequences of corrupt systems. Well, presumably; this first cours has mostly focused on the ground-level school romance antics as it builds up all that big picture stuff in the background. But I say again: GUNDAM. FUCKING. UTENA. I couldn’t have picked a better introduction to the world of Gundam if I tried. And as long as the second cours doesn’t shit the bed, this is going to go down in history as one of the greatest things to over come out of the mecha genre.

Bocchi the Rock: 9.5/10

And yet. Despite all the big shonens and bold anime originals, despite Chainsaw Man and My Hero Academia and Gundam Utena, when all was said and done, one series rose above them all. One series that looked at all those big names with a smirk and sailed past them as naturally as breathing. Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between, Bocchi the Rock is a goddamn motherfucking masterpiece. It takes the band-girls coming-of-age majesty, the painfully relatable social anxiety of Watamote, and the sheer animation flexing of Nichijou, and blends them all together into a gut-busting, tear-jerking, jaw-dropping tour de force that raises the bar on what slice-of-life anime is capable of just as thoroughly as K-On did thirteen years ago. Hitori Gotou is a socially paralyzed weirdo who’s never had a real friend because her anxiety’s too overwhelming to make friends, but she knows how to play some mean guitar. So when a chance encounter leads to her joining a band, she resolves to stick with it and try to finally break out of her shell, one hilarious misstep at a time. It’s a wonderful story of overcoming what holds you back and finding a community that accepts you for who you are, brought to life with some of the most astonishingly Extra(tm) animation that regularly left me choking on my own laughter. And the music uniformly kicks ass, and the incredible supporting cast provides a wide array of perspectives of introversion and extroversion, and Ryou is such an asshole and I love her, and fucking hell, I love this show! Other anime may be deeper or more complex or have more to say, but almost nothing else is so consistently charming. Every second of this show is delightful. Every moment is lovable. It’s a new gold standard for animated comedy, for cute girls, for coming-of-age, and for music anime in general. Bocchi the Rock fucking rules, and every single one of you needs to give it a watch. Something tells me this is gonna be one of those shows we’re still going to be gushing over for many, many years to come.

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justatalkingface · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on Shigaraki as a character and his arc?

You have the best MHA takes. What did you think of how Shigaraki was going before the bait and switch? You spoke a bit about Tomura in a previous ask, but I wanted to get your full thoughts.

Whiplash.

In short? He's simultaneously some of the best, most engaging, most realistic character development I've ever seen, so good it took me from zero to a hundred on his character, and someone whose potential got dropped into the ground and smashed like an egg.

I didn't like him at first. Or at second. Or honestly, for years: he slowly grew in the series, like Izuku, but he still remained the same whiny man-child as he was in the first place, and I couldn't stand that. He was, for the longest time, my least favorite villain, the worst part of the League, yet, somehow, the point they all orbited around anyways, and his two or three seconds of menace never made up for how annoying he felt at times.

It felt... piecemeal, boring. Like, there was obviously a conclusion building up there, somewhere, a point where he'd be more, but it felt so far away at times. He'd learn one obvious ass lesson in common sense, then run straight into another situation with an obvious problem he somehow missed 'til it smacked him in the face.

More than that, though, he felt weak. Weakness in a villain, as Gigantomachia helpfully frames it, is a sin; why am I afraid if you aren't threatening? Why are you dangerous if you feel so harmless? Threat, one way or another, is at the core of a good villain: it helps define their character, and through them, it makes you care about the setting, the characters, about what happens next. Oh no, will our hero die? What will that monster do to the Best Friend?

Without threat, without menace , without fear, a villain will always seem less.

And sure, technically he was dangerous, but not villainous. He wasn't evil, he was an oversized baby someone handed a death ray and throwing tantrums with it. The thing is, for most of the time Shigaraki Tomura wasn't dangerous because who he was, he was dangerous because he won the murder lottery, nothing more. But at the same time, he didn't have to be anything more than a child, because AFO was covering his ass, taking that role for him, even with maybe two minutes of screen time... until Kaminio. And without AFO to hold his hand, he was toddling off into the wider world like the child he really was, and he felt so damn impotent as he was railroaded to Gigantomachia, still not knowing what to do, still with the actual adults holding all the cards.

And it's just... this is Izuku's foil? This is the new evil to replace AFO, the new Symbol of Fear? Izuku has ascended in leaps and bounds, and this idiot is still figuring out step one!

Then he steps away from the invincible giant, and we get the MVA arc.

And the character development; he becomes a different person, but at the same time, unlike so many 'wimpy character gets hard' arc, he's still Shigaraki at the end.

It something you see a lot in fanfic and such, a character being trapped into an endless combat hell like he was. The one that emerges from that, though, is always a new person, their interests and perspectives gone and replaced by the new, edgier ones, often explicitly rejecting their old life and talking about how different they are now. New Shigaraki, even with his dumb-ass cape and the artificial way his Quirk felt leveled up, was still Shigaraki.

It's the brilliance of that change I can't praise enough, where Shigaraki's character growth suddenly makes sense. It's not typical, one step coming before the other, like Izuku. The way he so haphazardly gained each little piece was like that because he was meant to use all of them at once, as foundations to a new stage. It's the difference between stacking blocks on top of each other, and getting a neat little tower, or standing up a handful of normal blocks to act as legs to hold up one giant block. Which leg came first didn't matter since it could only happen once he had all the pieces.

And that conclusion he eventually comes to? Magnificent. Oh, it's objectively terrible, obviously, and the logic is ass, but the thing is is that it's his logic. It is absolutely something I can see him saying, see him thinking, that he would end up with with his cripplingly small amount of insight into the world and how things work, with his long established habits of hatred and holding grudges and wanting to break everything that bothers him.

His goal, no matter how you cut it, is simply monstrous in a way that surpasses even his mentor. At best, he wants to destroy all of society. At worst, at his most literal (and Shigaraki doesn't really do deception) he wants to simply and purely destroy everything he possibly can. You know, except his friends. And whatever they like.

It's a child's view of evil, of change, like painting a picture where anything they don't want can just be... painted over, without any real consequence. It's malformed and incomplete, but all the more terrifying for that, because it's the malice of a child.

It's that juxtaposition, between the ignorant innocent that a child represents, and the darkness of their desire to kill, that makes evil children so disturbing, and Tomura's aims so malicious.

And then.. we get the War Arc, and I think anyone reading this knows what I think about that. And it's here, in the War Arc, where Hori turns to this beautiful horror he's just made, and starts frantically tearing it apart, and has continued to do so at every possible moment. You can almost hear him screaming, 'Wait, wait! I don't want this!'

There was so much... symbolism in Shirgarki's full hearted acceptance of villainy, how he Decayed his family, again, willingly. It was wonderful, a perfect sign about how he have finally moved past who he was as a child, and no longer needed to cling (or be clung to) by their memories. And the way he Decayed All For One during the War Arc (one of the few good moments), boldly declaring he'd surpass him? Chilling.

Too bad Hori decided to promptly throw all that out by having AFO take over. And then, after Shigaraki had explicitly killed off his past, moved beyond who he was as a child... Izuku sees Tenko inside him.

Later, when we get to the final arc, we see Tenko mindlessly make the family he explicitly rejected as security blankets.

All of that growth, all that development... thrown out, so that Deku, that empty shell of a character, can look at him and go, 'I need to save him!' Nevermind all the people had killed, nevermind everything he had destroyed, nevermind what he thinks of the man who haunted him ever since this story started, The Protagonist saw A Child and he needs to save him.

In theory, AFO taking over Shigaraki could have been great. After all that development, though, all that work to make him finally able to stand on his own as a threat? It feels like Hori frantically trying to regress him to an acceptable level of innocence, so that AFO can carry all the burden of guilt for him (and Dabi. And god knows who else by the time this is over....) so whatever redemption they end up with doesn't fall flat (it's totally going to fall flat). However he escapes that, he's no longer going to be who he was, he'll just be reduced to the regretful villain, who is better now, honest! ...That is, if the actual child isn't what he ends up as, and there's a non-zero chance of that.

Meanwhile, let's talk power ups. Shigaraki getting stronger was understandable. Him getting All For One was thematic. The fact that an incomplete version walks out of the tank, and tanks all heroes attacks without dying is just... way too much. And then he gets stronger, or rather Hori turned to the 'Power Up' button and spent every moment SFO was on screen slamming it.

Worst yet, his power ups and Izuku's power ups are this self perpetuating cycle that won't end until the story is over: Izuku is too strong so Shigaraki gets stronger, when means Izuku is too weak so he gets stronger, which means that Shigaraki needs to get stronger again.... they've already far eclipsed everyone else and I'm fully prepared for more upgrades to come as we reach the finale and throw away all logic for bigger, more epic explosions.

It makes so much of his fights seem empty, because you know he'll win. The big fight with everyone not named The Protagonist, all the tricks they brought out to face him, was pointless noise, because every other minute he seemed to take a new form for no reason, faced no challenge, no threat, from all the people attacking him and yet was still unable to do anything. The fact that he's reached a point where Erasure needs to be constantly in effect is just... Madara Syndrome all over again.

'Haha, I've made my villain so cool! He can do all these awesome looking things, and he's invincible, and... wait! Shit. He's invincible! Shit shit... what am I going to do... Oh, I know! I'll have the moon eat him station Erasure constantly in sight of him and yet have him never be willing or able to stop it even though he's basiclly a demigod!'

If you have to nerf your villain every time he appears to have your heroes survive him, you have a problem. Hori gave him all these toys, only to have them taken away so suddenly, before he could even use them, it makes you wonder why he even got them in the first place other than for hype.

Also, while I'm at it... let's talk about one of those toys: Decay. Or rather, 'Original Decay' or whatever. This getting powered up make sense, but the way it happened just feels like retroactive justification of Shigaraki as a villain. Plot wise, I get that it was great symbolism, and helped tie his backstory together, but the fact he was repressing it, and suddenly 'got it back' just sat badly with me. It feels like it'd make a lot more sense, in a 'realistic' sense for it to have just Awakened (which is definitely a thing that should have been talked about more before they started happening everywhere) to explain the sudden power up rather than him just nerfing himself this entire time and only suddenly realizing it. This is me just nitpicking, really, but it irks me.

So yeah, Shigaraki was great potential that become no potential in about two minutes flat, and I dread whatever end he gets at the close of the story, because it will never match up to what it could have been.

#ask #bnha critical #mha critical #mha shigaraki #plot not power ups #Madara Syndrome

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linkspooky · 1 year

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Hmm. Buffy the Vampire Slayer?

I sadly didn’t grow up with cable, so I’ve never watched it. But I do remember watching one episode at one of my friends’ house as a kid.

I forgot what it’s called, but it was were everybody in town became silent due to these two creepy looking guys. I especially remember that one funny scene with the presentation, but also how creepy and scary it was with the creepy men.

But yeah. I suppose I’m asking is… if the show is worth a watch, and if you have any episodes you personally love?

has Buffy the Vampire Slayer is actually one of my top two forever fandoms, that is fandoms that not only I will be forever invested in and rewatch on regular basises, but also fandoms that have had the most impact in not only the stories I read nowadays, but also the stories I want to write.

Not only is the show worth a watch, I think it's an example of the strength of long-form storytelling, and how even a very schlocky show about vampires can be about very powerful themes.

Also, if you like redemption arcs, and are disappointed in MHA because of the slow progress of the redemption arcs, Buffy the Vampire Slayer is all about redemption arcs and has some of the most well-written and touching ones in all of fictions. Also it pretty much invented enemies to lovers, and I mean actual enemies to lovers, not like "they sort of dislike each other."

So, without any further ado my top five episodes.

5. Lie to Me - Season 2 Episode 7

Season one has a solid arc for Buffy and the cast as a whole, and even as a standalone is a good commentary on the story of the chosen-one, but I think Season 2 onwards is when Buffy goes from being a neat show about vampire slayers to a work of fiction that has actual things to say, and commentary on not only other stories in the fantasy genre but also real life too.

Lie to me is basically the introduction of that complexity in Buffy's life, that has only ever been hinted at beforehand. Buffy is a pretty morally righteous hero, for the most part with a few exceptions the vampires she faces are souless monsters, demons possessing corpses. Lie to Me is the first time Buffy faces a human antagonist, and not just a human one but someone who shares a lot of flaws with Buffy as well. I think the best way to make a character arc is to start with an incorrect belief they hold about the world and then go out of your way to correct it. Buffy starts from believing she is the hero of the story, and the people she fights on a regular basis are monsters.

Lie to Me turns that on its head, not only is the antagonist Buffy's childhood friend, someone who has sympathetic reasons but is still willing to kill people enmasse to get what he wants the same way that vampires do, he also has flaws in common with Buffy. The same way that Owen wants the world to be more like a movie with simple logic, and he's playing a villain to make things easier for himself, Buffy is playing a hero. Owen isn't the only liar, Angel hides his worst deed from Buffy because he was scared of Buffy disliking him for it. Buffy's very much lying to herself about the kind of person that Angel is, because she wants to believe the more romantic image of him as a repentant vampire boyfriend then the legitimate bad things he has done.

It's a story that criticizes people for lying to themselves, and shows what can happen when you are caught up in irresponsible lies, and yet at the same time it sympathizes with people. It doesn't say people rely on stories because they're selfish or stupid, at least not all the way, the final speech is Buffy asking Giles to lie to her, because her life is genuinely hard and messy and complicated and she wants the simplicity of a story to reassure her everything will be alright.

4. I Only Have Eyes For You - Season 2 Episode 19

I Only Have Eyes For You is amazing because it not only tells a complicated and tragic tale of victimhood, but also it shows one of Buffy’s most major flaws, and also plays with the expectation of the audience as well. This is an episode I watch with friends and talk the entire time through, because I want to know what their initial reactions are and how those reactions are turned on its head by the end of the episode.

Basically, the whole point of this episode is the twist, we are first presented with what looks to be an unsympathetic and toxic victim. A boy who kills his lover because they no longer want to be with them, someone who is framed as abusive and having done an unforgivable thing. Until you look at the context of the situation, the boy in question was seventeen, and his lover was an adult woman who was dating him. It plays with audience expectations because like, if it had been a teenage girl dating an adult man, then it would be obvious who the victim was and who the perpetrator.

If it had been a teenage girl dating an adult man... oh. This is also an episode where we explore how Buffy has a hard time seeing herself as a victim, because of her issues of guilt and self blame. Giles tells Buffy they should help the spirit that is suffering in this episode because it is in pain, and it needs forgiveness as a tool for healing and Buffy suggests that some people should never be forgiven and they should just leave it alone. Which is not really a heroic or even kind notion. That has nothing to do with the crime they committed and everything to do with Buffy’s inability to forgive herself.

It’s an episode that goes really dark places, especially with parallels to real life relationship abuse, and yet it has something to say about the characters and those issues. It’s also ultimately about the healing power of forgiveness over punishment.

3. Fool for Love - Season 5 episode 7

Season five is really the turning point where the show is about more than just the real life issues teenagers have to deal with growing up, but starts focusing on high concept themes like death, love, the interplay between the two, or even just what it would be like to live a life that’s more than a hundred years and the effect that would have on a person.

Spike is my favorite character of all time, in anything, ever yet it’s funny that his focus episode is only third on the list, but that’s because also later episodes build on this one and have more to say. Fool for Love is just, very targeted in its messages and what it’s about in relationship to Spile’s character. Spike is sympathetic and engaging as a character not because he has a sympathetic backstory, in fact he’s a frilly victorian poet boy, turned murderer because he thought it would give him love or something more meaningful to live for. He’s not a moral person, he’s a-moral, all of his actions are framed selfishly around what he thinks will get him love, and he’s not even always a good boyfriend he’s godawful to harmony on several occasions.

Yet Spike is interesting because he’s a monster with human feelings, who wants the things every person wants, which is to be loved and love in return, and yet he feels like as a vampire he can only deal in death and violence and this also relates to Buffy. The episode is about more than Spike’s personal story though,i it’s about Buffy’s relationship to her own mortality, that despite Buffy being a literal superhero she might not die by a big bad, or even die saving the world, she can just slip up in one fight and be stabbed by a random mook. It’s about the life that Buffy leads, where no matter how strong she is, people will just relentlessly come and come for her no matter what, and that’s also relatable because how many people have expressed something like “I always feel like I just have to get through the week and things will get better only for the next week to be harder.”

It is about a life that is both empty and full of violence for both Buffy and Spike, and yet somehow both of them are still searching for love within that life. The biggest scene of change for Spike at the end of the episode is after a whole episode of peacocking around, after trying to insist to Buffy that his vampire idenitty as a killer is the real him, that Buffy is attracted to him as a killer because she has a death wish, his last real action in the episode is to put the gun down and try to comfort Buffy as Spike the sensitive poet, because no matter how hard he tries to bury that identity it’s who he is inside and people grow close to one another when they can show that vulnerability around each other.

2. Once More With Feeling - Season 6 episode 7

Not only the best musical episode ever, but actually a really good standalone forty five minute musical, but besides being an amazing production in general it's the themes of this episode that make me love it.

It is more or less Season 6's version of Lie to Me, where once again we are demosntrating that the stories people tell each other to comfort themselves can actively be harmful as well. Buffy suffers under having to put on an act and pretend everything is okay when she's not happy her friends brought her back from the dead. Spike suffers from being a much more selfless version of himself than he really is, because he's trying too hard to be the ideal boyfriend and supporting character to Buffy when he's still in love with her and wants a relationship. Tara suffers because Willow quite literally controls her mind to make her forget a fight, so they can both play-act a much happier version of their relationship.

Once More with Feeling is about both the collective desire of how everyone wants life to be more positive, more meaningful like in a musical, how they want life to be more like a song, but also how that very human desire can be harmful because it comes at the cost of denying the reality and not dealing with it. Every single song has a much darker subtext that is revealed over the course of the show.

Also, for an episode that's really dark, and is about not only Buffy's suicidal ideation but how genuinely hard life is to live, and how meaningless it can seem at times, it ends on such a beautiful message that even if say Life is pointless, nihilism is correct, there's nothing greater waiting for us, Spike still tells Buffy to keep living because "Life is just living" the only way you can survive in the world is by trying to live in it, simply because we don't know what comes after this and this life is all we got.

1. Conversations with Dead People Season 7 Episode 7

As a lover of drama, as a lover of Spike, a lover of Spuffy and romance it's funny to me that my favorite episode is an episode Spike is barely in, and nothing really happens except for all of the characters sitting down and talking, but the thing about Buffy is that all the characters are so interesting that you can have an episode like this where everyone finally sits down to talk through their issues.

It's not only an episode where a lot of characters have the conversations they've been putting off for forever, Dawn and her feelings about her dead mother, Buffy and her feelings about both the Slayer and her relationships with Angel and Spike, Willow and her mourning of Tara and her suicidal ideation that hasn't quite gone away.

It's also demonstrative of the kind of people all three of these characters that get focus are, it informs you a lot about their characters, and takes the time to do the kind of character work that Buffy is known for. It's also not just about mortality, but also about the people you are in the privacy of your own head, or when no one else is around. Like, the conversations that they all have are literally with dead people. Willow is talking with someone she believes to be a ghost, Buffy is going to stake the vampire at the end of her conversation, Dawn is dealing with what she thinks is the ghost of Joyce. These conversations are revealing specifically because all three women are pretty much alone, and so they can be their true unfiltered selves.

It's almost the exact opposite of lie to me, because dead men tell no tales, so all three of them are allowed to be much more honest than they usually are, and that makes their emotional responses so much more visceral and telling of what they really think. It drags up the subtext and makes it text. It acknowledges what we have known was already there about the characters, but also after dragging those issues up to the surface it helps them move on in a much more conciliatory way. Buffy after admitting for the first time her issues is comforted by the vampire trying to murder her, "I'm not here to Judge you, just kill you." Willow ignores the first's taunts that she should just kill herself to be with Tara. Dawn chooses not to believe in what is maybe ghost JOyce's warning that Buffy will abandon her. THe characters are confronted with their most negative thoughts and their worst flaws, but they also choose to think more positively about things in the aftermath of these confrontations and so that healthy and honest conversation becomes a starting point in healing for all three of them.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy sumers #dawn summers #william pratt #spike #willow rosenberg #idk what to tag this #there's not really a big buffy meta community #buffy the vampire slayer meta #buffy meta #buffy the vampire slayer analysis #buffy the vampire slayer theory #metasks #also this is a very generic list #because i picked most of the seventh episodes #which are like the special ones #it's like saying my favorite rock band is the beetles #but hey listen #sometimes things are widely acclaimed because they are good

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anendoandfriendo · 8 months

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CN // very vent-y, extremely flashback-y, started in response to something but it kind of dovetailed into its own thing and we're Kind Of In Pain and trying to avoid The Bloodlust(TM) right now and tbqh with you all -- we are Failing

We're so, so glad things are changing socially for the better but like...there are still places out there that are fucking horrible.

Where we used to live, we just assumed nobody knew what Villain!Deku was when MHA was a big thing because somehow our brain equated bigotry = isolated in general? And we kinda embarassed ourselves a little because of that lol? (We say as we also scream "it's THEIR fucking fault for living in [REDACTED], they should not have lived there if they wanted us to assume the did know!")

Which is our bad for sure. But this was not even a small town/city, it was/is just socially regressive town/city (that we are trying not to have flashbacks about now).

And the reason we somehow jumped to this is because of the number of people who like. Asked "what is the boys toy? Oh no, my kid is a BOY so no pink for him," and uhhh, needless to say, the best way we could play this game at the time was to (because we worked as a cashier at McDonalds back then) put in an order for the opposite toy because Everyone There Was A Shithead, and that was the only power we could exert. Was to piss them off even a little and let them fester for the rest of their life knowing they will NEVER be able to get their hands on us for that. :D

Or that time where we were the only non-manager in the restaurant, and everyone liked us, and we did good at our job, so as soon as one of our abusers even implied Autistic people are broken for being Autistic we had five to seven people who are managers immediately at the next window kicking them out for making us cry....but that has the prerequisite of eugenicists existing and literal years of pain from seclusion room and psychiatry survivorship and never being believed until the very moment we were back from university for breaks. x-x;;

And what prompted us to move out from [REDACTED] is that our headmate Silva has...stated some things that we do not want to describe here. We will leave it at "very clearly stating that if he wanted power for any reason it would be to punish everyone who lived there," and what happened then is time stood VERY still for a moment as he realized what he said. And then he decided to move out rather than be a potential danger to literally everyone there.

And like! We do not want "help" here, because "help" to us would literally be allowing us to like. Murder our stepmother. Bash the person's head in who implied autism is broken. Knife the person who was our ABA therapist. That's not good! And with the away the current prison therapy industry is now we would absolutely be locked up for expressing this to someone who is "professional" even if we go through a painstaking rigorous set of selves-checks to make sure we do not physically harm people. We think we might literally be causing physical harm to ourselves, actually, because we cannot and will never trust a "therapist" (fuck you, there is no such thing actually) until applied behavior analysis is abolished and we can get reparations for what we have survived HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GOOD FUCKING LUCK TO US ON THAT ONE LMAOOOOOO

So like. Things are so much better out there but we cant help being kind of "doom and gloom" when we think about all of the bullshit we have gone through and seen others deal with (and none of that being the worst of it even) and we will probably never actually see a world in which our pain is widely acknowledged in the way we want it acknowledged, nor see our existence be acknowledged in the way we want it acknowledged.

Like. We can see why there are some people who just. WDK. Want to burn everything down into ashes and never look back we guess, even if we know that isn't quite an option at this point. If that makes sense.

God, we're sorry y'all we're just frustrated because we will see someone be Happy about something or there will be Joy that The World Is Changing and something in our brain just fundamentally rejects that because when we're like this, it all feels likea fucking farce unless someone is on their knees apologizing to us for ??????? fucking existing????? and not knowing about the wrongs in the world they had nothing to do with????

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petri808 · 2 years

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random prompt alert!!! (bcs I can't with what's happening on MHA)

A modern bakudeku au where deku wakes up from a nightmare (based on most recent chapter🥲) and immediately calls and gets comforted by bakugo, who was on an out of town trip with friends, just to be sure it was a dream.

Oof, dream scene 😶 I’ll do my best! Here you go Nony 😊

Hurry. The 2nd’s ominous message rang in my head over and over. The vestige world. ‘Izuku…’ I look around in this limbo between life and death, ‘Kacchan?’ Why can I hear his voice?! As I walk towards a shadowed figure on the ground, my skin crawls and a shiver befalls my body. With every step a sense of foreboding raises the hair on my arms and drives my pulse racing. I don’t want to look. ‘Will I still reach you?’ A hand reaches up through the fog. ‘Kacchan?! I’m here!’ I rush over. ‘How are you in here?!’ I take his hand. Bright light consumes me in a flash. Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no— to reveal the broken body of my best friend laying at my feet, with blood oozing down the burned part of his face, and a gaping hole in his chest— my knees give way to a murky, shifting ground already consuming the body. This is my fault! I’m too late! I pull with all my might. ‘KACCHAN!!!’

“AAAAN!!!” Awakened in a start, I sit up covered in sweat and green lightning ready to do battle— for a battle long since over. I grab for my heaving chest because my heart feels ready to explode.

03:00

Not this again— alone in our darkened bedroom, I cradle my face in my hands. Even after a decade, the nightmares continue— the same one. Every. Damn. Time. As a result of internalized shame in blaming myself for my husband’s… near death experience. I shiver again and shake away the image. With a lot of therapy and support from my husband they’ve grown infrequent, but often come out of nowhere to strangle my sleep and leave me pinned with fear. And this is one of the worst in a long time, evidenced by the singe marks all over the sheets.

Deep… breaths… deep… breaths… it’s not real… it was real… Shut Up! Ugh, my heart won’t relax! Sighing, I reach over to the night stand for my phone to call my husband who’s out of town with friends. I pause before hitting dial, there’s no way he’s awake, but I need to hear his voice or I’ll never go back to sleep. I hang my head in shame and hit the button.

“Hello? Izuku? What are you doing still up?” my husband’s gruff voice questions with concern. He knows I’d only call in an emergency. “Was it another nightmare?”

Tears well up in my eyes as I nod my head. “Yes, Kacchan. I’m sorry to bother you…”

“It’s okay, Izu,” he stops me from apologizing, and I can hear the sound of a lamp cord being pulled on. “I’m here baby. I’m here,” he coos.

A strangled sob chokes back in my throat. “Will you…” I sniffle, questioning sheepishly, “stay on the phone with me till I fall asleep again?”

“Of course,” his voice his gentle, yet firm, knowing exactly how to calm me down. “Where’s my pillow? Lay back down and snuggle with my pillow babe.”

“Okay,” I pull his pillow to my side and lay back down, snuggling to it, “Kacchan.”

“Tell me, how was your day Izu, anything I miss?”

“Mmm, not really. Shouto and I were sent to a report of a villain called the Flasher using their quirk to rob people.”

“Just riff-raff? Nothing you couldn’t handle, I’m sure.”

That made me smile. “Yeah,” I chuckle, “but he was really weird. When he took off his head mask, his bright skin temporarily blinded people long enough for him to rob them. Oh, and he wore a full body latex suit that made him look like a bad porn movie actor.”

“That is really weird,” he laughs. “And dumb. What an idiot to walk around lookin like a giant ass condom.”

I laugh hard too as the nightmare slowly fades away, and his voice brings my heart rate back down. Katsuki could always make me feel better. We stay on the phone for several minutes, me telling my husband about work, him about his trip so far. He, and our old classmates Eijiro and Denki decided to catch up by going onsen-hopping and entering a quirkless skiing contest up in Ashikawa, Hokkaido to test themselves. They’ll be gone for a week and it was only day two.

“So, Denki got busted trying to slip into the women’s side? He sure hasn’t changed.” I yawn out loud midway through a chuckle. “I’m glad you’re having fun Kacchan.”

“Pikachu got us kicked us out of the onsen, so we had to find another. Oh, did a package come? My mom said she sent something in the mail.”

Several seconds of silence.

“Izu?” Katsuki tries one more time, but Izuku has finally passed out. He smiles, thankful his husband could fall asleep. “Good night, baby,” he makes a kissing sound into the phone before hanging up.

Katsuki hasn’t forgotten that day either, but he understands how it could cause his husband nightmares. If their roles had been reversed, he’s sure he’d be having nightmares too. He places his phone back on the nightstand and turns off the bedside lamp. This is the longest they’ve been apart since that day and it must’ve triggered Izuku’s anxiety. “I’ll make sure to call him before bed times,” he remarks to himself with a yawn.

Don’t worry…. Katsuki closes his eyes and settles back in bed contentedly. I’m still here, Izuku… I’ll always be with you.

#bakudeku #bkdk #bnha spoilers #bkdk angst #angst with happy ending #bnha 362 #bnha #decchan #bakudeku fanfiction #katsuizu #bakudeku ficlet #fic request

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crymeariveronceagain · 2 years

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Hmm... you like MHA, correct? I'm curious what you think about the Todorokis then.

Well.

Endeavor: Ugly man. Disgusting. Almost worse in my mind than Cassius Sencen. Worse than him. You treat your kids like crap??? You treat your children like weapons in front of me??? Then I will never forgive you, and your kids whose lives you ruined after you gave them intense psychological trauma shouldn't have to either. Screw off, and screw yourself, idiot. I mean *cough* I don't much care for him. I also hate the "redemption" arc he's getting. Like, firstly, why did it take so long for him to have this change of heart. Why did it take like, his wife going insane, his son going insane, his other son being abused for years, the rest of his children being neglected for years, and then being faced with his insane eldest son who he high-key thought was dead to start this redemption arc? Like, i get that sometimes people are thick-headed, but this felt wrong. Moreover, I don't mind a redemption arc when it's done well, but Endeavor's has happened too quickly, and it's too forced to feel real. His change of heart feels shoved in there like a "Time for Shoto to feel bad about hating his father!!!" kind of thing, which is always bad. Like, seriously. His dad verbally, emotionally, and physically abused him for years, very actively, and made him have major trauma from that, and now that Endeavor's like "uwu im sowwy" Shoto feels awful because for a long time, the only way he's been able to deal with Endeavor's crap is to pretend like his father doesn't care about him, doesn't want what's best for him, doesn't want his approval or forgiveness. And when Endeavor wants approval and forgiveness(like a lil' bish), Shoto feels awful because, what's he supposed to do? He's built up this persona in his head of who his father is out of self preservation, and his father wrecks that, and acts all wounded and hurt whenever someone insults or hurts him. It's just... shady. And gross, imho. Like, idc. Maybe other people have different opinions on the whole arc. I just really do not vibe. Like, sir. Leave your children alone. If you feel bad for what you did, give them time, space, actual apologies, and freedom. Don't. Force them. To be around you. Like. Come on. I don't care that you're having feelings about not being around them. But guess what they don't want to be around you anymore. Ok, except for maybe Fuyumi, but she can deal with it. Your children who you've excessively traumatized are not validators for your emotions. Get out of here. Goodbye.

Rei: I don't like her all that much as a character. But I know she's been through a lot, and I can understand her actions. She's fine. Not the best mom, not the worst. Nyeh.

Touya: Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Oldest child is a golden child-to-invisible child pipeline. Oldest child starts out as a perfect and powerful creation. Oldest child finds out his power isn't what his dad wants. Oldest child trains and tries and tries and tries to make himself into what his dad wants. Oldest child ruins himself for parental approval. Oldest child puts entire life in the hands of someone who doesn't care about him. Oldest child realizes he will never be as "loved" as his littlest brother. Oldest child stops getting noticed, except in bad things. Oldest child realizes that he never meant anything, he's never going to be anything, and he will never be loved by his family. Oldest child is in severe mental and emotional distress. Oldest child fakes his death and runs away. Oldest child spends the rest of his life trying to make his father suffer for the way he was treated. Oldest child... has a point. Oldest child murders tons of people violently. Oldest child needs therapy. And possibly some jail time.

Fuyumi: Older sister trauma but is coping by making other kids' lives better than hers was. Just wants everyone to be okay. Aaah. Stop being relatable. Also, just. Side with your siblings, love. It'll make you feel better about your choices in the long run.

Natsuo: LET. THE KID. BE ANGRY. He was cheated out of a happy childhood, watched his siblings get emotionally and physically abused, and he's angry now. And that's completely valid. Like, this character is just completely valid. Heck yeah, insult your dad to his face. Your father hasn't earned your respect and he sure as heck cannot expect it. Moreover, I feel like Natsuo is just generally annoyed with everyone. He's annoyed because Shoto doesn't know how to use slang, he's annoyed because Fuyumi's too nice, he's annoyed because his mom went insane, he's annoyed because Toya's sort of kind of dead, he's annoyed. Let the kid be angry. He needs therapy, but he's doing okay.

Shoto: Oh. This kid has been really hurt. But hey, he's gonna be a hero, and he's doing his best. Like, honestly, I don't think there's much more that we can ask of this kid, just like I don't think there's much more we can ask of Izuku before both of them become vigilantes and join the LOV out of spite and pain. Like, yeah. Todoroki Shoto is a piece of work, but he is doing his gosh diddly darn best. And it's very inspiring, honestly, if an anime character can be inspiring. Like all the crap he's been through? Being pushed to be a hero since the day he ws born? Decides to be a hero anyways, but decides to be the kind of hero that makes people feel safe. Told he's going to be more powerful than All Might? Works at it crazy hard, isn't afraid to have(mostly) healthy rivalries with his classmates. Neglected and never had any real friends or contact with actual humans? Has a ton of friends now, whether he wants them or not, and is a king at cracking deadpan jokes, whether he thinks they're funny or not. Like, this boy. He's doing so much. I'm so proud of him, honestly. Like, I think he's got some internalized trauma, especially about how much of what he went through can be blamed on him, but like, really, this 15 year old super hero trainee is doing really well for what he's had to go through. I'm honestly like so proud of this kid.

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BURP-CANON: Todoroki

Here is the other MHA character I’ve gotten a request for so far, after Hawks: Shoto Todoroki. In terms of kink crushes, Todoroki is a character I sort of go back and forth on, in terms of how much I like him. I guess you could call him a sixth place option. Todoroki is canonically a big eater, and I can definitely see some potential for him in very specific kinds of stories, but he’s not really a character who drastically and intensely appeals to me “that way.” I love him as a character, mind you, but as a crush, he’s very so-so in my books. This is largely due to his personality: Todoroki is deadpan and socially inept, with a sort of smoldering fire-and-ice temperament. It’s just not the type of personality I automatically feel drawn to, largely because I think he’d be more confused than anything else when it comes to the concept of kinks. Having said that, I know he’s popular with friends and fellow fans, so I’ll do my best here. First of all, fresh breathed boy. I see no reason to think otherwise. Todoroki isn’t obsessive about hygiene, but after all he’s gone through in life, I think it’s fair to say he has a decent enough grasp of the importance of good oral hygiene to practice it. His belches are more stale and heady than anything else, odor-wise, as a result. His breath might be a LITTLE stale at times, but that’s only if he’s recently eaten and hasn’t brushed in a while; most of the time, it’s perfectly fine. So if you’re not into bad breath, little to worry about…but again, belches are usually sour in some way, he just won’t have the worst around. I think that Todoroki is another case of someone who is a hidden master at gas blasts. He can’t do anything special with them, like belching up words or alphabets or anything like that, and they aren’t necessarily the loudest in the world (I personally headcanon that Kirishima, Bakugou, and Midoriya are the three with the most voluminous eruptions around), but what they lack in size and force, he makes up for in depth. His belches are always thick, wet, rumbling, and often LONG eruptions that just roll out of his mouth, sometimes for what seems like forever. He doesn’t do much to hold them back, and usually seems barely aware he even burped at all. I can see some characters arguing at a table while Todoroki is slurping up a heaping helping of soba…then, just out of nowhere, this thunderous, heavy-sounding burp sort of flows from his body, silencing them in surprise. He calmly excuses himself, wipes his mouth either on the back of his hand or with a napkin…then goes to get seconds, all the while acting as if nothing happened. And chances are, in his mind, nothing DID happen: if someone brought it up to him (“Dude, what was THAT?!”), he’ll just blink at them, tilt his head, and respond with befuddlement (“What was what?”), completely confused why anyone would worry or react that way. After all, he DID say excuse me, so he was being polite. And after all, aren’t burps a compliment to the chef? The more full and bloated Todoroki is, naturally, the more gassy he is, but getting extra full won’t necessarily make his belches louder. What it WILL do is simply increase the frequency of how often he erupts. If Todoroki is utterly STUFFED with Soba, gut a huge ball as he lays back on his bed, heavily breathing from the weight in his belly, he won’t be able to hold back all the gas. It’ll just keep coming, rumble after rumble: some blasts will be longer than others, ranging from short bursts to smelly streams, but they simply won’t quit, even if he physically tries to hold it all in. Chances are, even when alone, this causes a soft, faint blush to paint his otherwise emotionless face. Much like characters such as Kalim, Todoroki doesn’t really comprehend the concept of “kinks,” as I said before. If someone were to admit they were into his belly, he’d probably have no idea what they are talking about. Unlike Kalim, though, who would just be a happy, innocent, cinnamon bun, Todoroki would be more like a confused pup: blinking with wide yes and tilting his head, letting out a soft “Oh?” of inquiry, not really sure what’s going on. Trying to explain it to him will either just fly over his head or lead to making him an awkward mess, so…probably just better to let the poor burn-faced boob live without that knowledge. He’ll find out someday, no worries. ;)

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theteapotofdoom · 2 years

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I was really afraid you lost interest in bnha and shigadabi so I'm really glad that you still like them

Oh don't worry, these boys have hooked for life at this point!

And I still care about MHA a lot, just not AS MUCH as I used to. But it just means that MHA went from "number one obsession only thing on my mind ever" to "one of my favourite things that I like a lot". I'm just more casual about it these days, but I'm still working on my shigadabi fics, still following the manga from afar and still lurking in the shigaraki tag!

But yeah I'll be honest: you're probably going to see less MHA content on this blog at the moment. Again, I will still talk about it, but it won't be the main thing on my mind. To tell you the truth, it was a matter of time. I've been on Tumblr for almost ten years, and for many years, I was very much a multifandom blog switching from one obsession to another every two months. So it's genuinely impressive that I managed to stay hyperfocused on MHA for four years!

My life has changed a lot since I first got into MHA, I also changed a lot, and MHA itself changed a lot. And that's how things should be! As the manga is slowly coming to an end, it feels almost appropriate that this part of my "fandom life" is changing too. It will always be incredibly important to me because I made lifelong friends thanks to this manga and it genuinely impacted the way I write and the way I view storytelling. But, as you surely know, the MHA fandom can be ... a lot to deal will. It wasn't always nice. I mentioned it before, but there was a time when a certain part of the fandom almost made me drop MHA for good. That was also on me though, because I was just waaaaay too invested in this fictional world and these fictional characters. I try to be more casual about my fandom interests these days. But yeah, this fandom is intense, mostly in the best way, but sometimes in the worst way.

So I think I got some sort of "MHA fatigue" after a while. At times, it feels like we're all running in circles and having the same arguments over and over again. But again, it doesn't mean that I'm quitting the fandom for good or anything! Just that I'm taking a step back and enjoying other things. And honestly, it will only help to keep my love for MHA more vibrant every time I come back to it!

I'm still very much in the shigadabi fandom though. As I mentioned before, I'm a guest writer on the TouTen zine Monochrome! I wrote two stories for this awesome project (one sfw and one nsfw) so if you love the Touya x Tenko pairing, don't hesitate to get your bundle right now!

Okay so as always, I turn a very simple ask into a full-on introspection essay I'M SO SORRY ... It's just that since there are some changes happening on this blog and since I know that a lot of people got to know me through shigadabi, I always feel the need to "clear the air" and make sure that everyone knows where I'm at right now.

But in conclusion: I still adore Shigaraki and Shigadabi, I still read MHA, I still write for Something Good and all my other shigadabi fics, I'm just more low-key about it, and I also want to share other fandoms with you guys :D

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burn-mustdie-frerard-version · 10 months

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Hey! the asshole transformer is here again because it feels oblivion mode again :D Ok, nothing relevant has really happened in my life, but I'm in a strange mood, you know, in the middle of my best and worst. I honestly don't want to sleep today, I'll do whatever it takes to stay up until at least 4 in the morning, if not I don't sleep today. Lately I think a lot In the winter of 2022, I don't know, the classic thing that before was better. At least at that time I felt, I watched royale television, Christmas was close, fever dream and they were close the holidays. I also remember a lot these months but from last year; In this I do have arguments, No school, stable routine, MHA, videos, Splatoon and palaye royale. I'm not complaining about the present, maybe a bit about school because it's the end of the third term, but that can be fixed by spending a week more to the trash for a history project and then faking my death. I repeat, apart from that my life is not bad, but it is far from ideal. This is how I have felt the last few days. I feel like I'm wasting my life again. How long has it been since I sat down to write and pour out my heart, three weeks? How much time has passed since the

Last time I felt really alive? I already lost count The only thing I know about my life is that I miss MCR so much

-Burn!

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despressolattes · 3 years

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MEMORIES OR NOT» KATSUKI BAKUGOU

CHARACTERS: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

SUMMARY: in which bakugou ends up in a fight with a villain who’s quirk makes him forget the person he’s love most romantically. as you go to see him for the first time, you’re unsure what would hurt more: finding out the love of your life doesn’t remember you, or finding out that he does.

WARNINGS: angst, fluff

A/N: i also wanna do a todoroki version so if you guys want one, pleaseee send in an ask for it and i will write it!!!

WOULD LIKE TO REMIND EVERYONE WHO READS THIS TO FOLLOW MY TIKTOK: DESPRESSOS(ANIME) AND DOUBLEDESPRESSOS(STUDYTOK)

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V/N=villain’s name

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

You raced to the hospital the moment you got the call from Kirishima.

“It’s bad this time, Y/N,” he had told you, his voice trembling. “We’re at the hospital right now, they even called in Recovery Girl to check on him. Haven’t seen her since our UA days.”

It was bad. His words just raced through your mind as you headed to the hospital, running towards the room Kirishima had texted you. In the hallway, you saw Kaminari and Kirishima, allowing your run to slow to a walk before halting a few steps away from the two best friends of your boyfriend. Those two ended up becoming your best friends, too.

“Hey, Y/N...” Kirishima said softly at the sight of you, him and Kaminari closing the gap between you guys.

“Who was he fighting?” you asked, allowing Kirishima to pull you into a hug.

“Someone named V/N,” Kaminari explained to you, naming out a villain you had never heard of before. “The police just came by to let his mom and us know what kind of quirk that guy had used on him.”

The two boys shared a solemn look, the anxiousness on their face giving you the worst feeling in the pit of your gut.

The door to Bakugou’s hospital room opened, and the woman he resembled most came out. Her normal hard expression was taken over with grief, and the sight of her almost broke you.

She looked up and made eye contact with you, a small smile turning up at her lips.

“Y/N,” she breathed out, grabbing your wrist and almost aggressively pulling you into a hug. “Oh, sweetie.”

Her hands went to your hair, stroking it as if you were the one who needed soothing.

“Mom,” you said softly, arms wrapping around your boyfriend’s mother. “Someone please, please, tell me what’s happened to Katsuki.”

Pulling away, a tear fell from her eyes as she explained to you exactly what V/N’s quirk does.

You stood there in shock. The looks on the faces of the three in front of you told you everything you needed to know: they were almost positive he wouldn’t know you if you walked through the door.

“D-does he know?” you asked.

“About V/N’s quirk? No,” Mitsuki shook her head.

“Good,” you said softly.

Everyone including you was a bit confused with your grateful acclamation.

“Sorry, Y/N, I’m a bit lost. Why is this good?” Kaminari asked.

Sucking in a deep breath, you let your hand fall to the handle.

“Because if he knew there was someone he should forget, there’s the possibility he could fake it to please everyone else,” you admitted.

You hated yourself for that statement. How you go and found out that a villain could’ve taken away Bakugou’s ability to remember you, and the first place your mind goes to is whether or not it would be genuine.

V/N’s quirk could only take away the memories of the person he loved the most romantically. As you held onto the door handle, you were unsure what would break your hurt more: walking inside that room and seeing your boyfriend look at you like a stranger, or seeing him and have him remember exactly who you were.

What would hurt more: him forgetting your love, or not returning it?

“I’m almost positive he’ll forget you,” Mitsuki said confidently from behind you. “I know my son, and I know he loved you.”

You sent her a thankful glance from behind your shoulder, and pulled the door open.

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

Bakugou was sitting up in his hospital bed, the blanket pulled up to his lap as he stared angrily at the TV across from him. His head snapped in your direction, and you had the most out of body experience as you forced yourself to have the will to move forward.

He scrunched up his eyebrows at the sight of you, and you sucked in a breath.

Here came the moment of truth.

Would he remember you, and break your heart?

Or would he have no clue who you were, breaking your heart but making it full all at the same time?

“I already told the damn nurses not to let any fans into here,” he muttered under his breath. “How did you even get past my mom? I’m sure she just left the room.”

The breath you were holding came out with a choked sob. An overwhelming feeling of relief and grief and hurt washed over you as you realized your boyfriend thought you were a fan. You cried for the relief of being the person who had been wiped from his memories. You cried for the pain of him not looking at you with angry crimson eyes soft with love.

“O-oi!” he called out panicked, his jaw dropped at your crying form. “W-why are you crying?!”

You didn’t answer him, instead you ran out of the room, unsure how to handle the situation properly.

You slammed the door behind you, letting yourself run into the closest chest.

“Y-Y/N?” a nervous chuckle followed, arms tentatively wrapping around you.

You saw pink, and you relaxed in the arms of your closest female friend.

“Mina!” you sobbed, holding onto her tighter.

“Please tell me these are happy tears,” Kirishima said worriedly, him and Kaminari looking at you in anticipation.

“Oi!” Bakugou called from inside his room. “I CAN HEAR YOU OUT THERE SHITTY HAIR! SOMEONE TELL ME WHY THAT GIRL CAME IN HERE AND STARTED FUCKING CRYING!”

“Oh, thank Kami,” Kaminari let out a relieved sigh. “Of course Kacchan loves Y/N most.”

“There was no doubt in my mind about that,” Kirishima announced, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you from Mina so he could hug you himself. “I’m so happy but so sad for you.”

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

It was Mitsuki who told her son the truth to why he had collapsed during his fight with the villain. None of the news outlets had information about V/N’s quirk and what he had done to Bakugou, but he had watched endless clips reporting how Pro Hero Dynamight had suddenly collapsed after a villain grabbed hold of his head.

He had been unconscious for a while with no brain damage, which was why Recovery Girl had been called in to check on him. It had taken him some time to wake up, but when he did, he seemed perfectly fine. So, up until the police had done some digging, no one had any idea what had really happened to Bakugou.

You sat on a chair in the corner of the room, unable to look at him as his mother explained to him what happened. You felt his eyes burning into your skin as she spoke, but you didn’t want to make eye contact with him and see his loveless expression again.

You felt selfish. It was just confirmed without a doubt in the world that he loved you most, but here you were, wanting more. Wanting to be remembered, despite having the only reassurance you’d ever need.

You were the one Katsuki Bakugou loved most in the world. How could you possibly be feeling sad for yourself?

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

“So, this is where we live, huh? It’s not bad, I guess.”

You awkwardly stood with your hands clasped around the handle on his luggage, standing further in your apartment than he was.

“It’s pretty close to UA,” he commented.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “You picked it so my commute to work would be easier.”

“You work at UA?”

You merely nodded again, turning to go to your shared bedroom to put his luggage down.

You took a long exhale, attempting to calm your nerves. After a week, Bakugou got discharged from the hospital, and he had agreed with his mother that despite his memory lost, he should go back to his normal routine. Without full details on V/N’s quirk and whether it would wear off, the doctors thought maybe it would be like normal amnesia, and his memories could come back with time.

He followed you inside, more questions swirling in his head that he was too embarrassed to ask.

Like, what was your quirk? You were a Pro Hero? When did you start dating? How was it that all of his memories of you just up and vanished? Did that mean some of his memories were fake to override them, or is there just missing puzzle pieces inside of his head?

He glanced around your shared bedroom, exploring the place. He looked at the night stand at the photo frame you had, a collage layout with several photos taken throughout your relationship.

The pained look on his face caused you to look away from him, walking out of the bedroom to give him room to familiarize himself with his surroundings.

He watched sadly as you left, wishing you’d stay instead, but he had too much pride to admit he wanted your help.

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“I’ll take the couch,” you told him worriedly after dinner, which was take out since both of you were too exhausted to cook anything.

He was putting down pillows and a blanket on the couch, looking as if he was ready to sleep out there.

“What? Hell no,” he practic ally yelled back back, shaking his head as his face contorted in his normal angry confusion.

“Kats—Bakugou, it’s fine, seriously,” you argued back, exhaustion in your voice. “You just got out of the hospital, please take the bed.”

His face always scrunched up when you called him by his first name, so you were trying to retrain yourself to use his last name.

“...You can still call me Katsuki,” he grumbled, letting go of the blanket and pillow. “Just because I don’t remember it doesn’t mean we don’t know each other.”

He didn’t give you time to respond before he walked into the bedroom, not closing the door behind him. You heard the bed creaking and the blankets moving, glad he didn’t fight with you about who was sleeping where.

Even if there was a sharp pain in your chest over the terms of your current situation, you were at least thankful he wasn’t being overly grouchy or as stubborn as you thought he would be.

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

You woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. Your eyes fluttered open and your back ached, but from your spot on the couch you could see your boyfriend’s light blond hair and the black tank top he had slept in standing by the stove, a comforting sizzling sound playing through the apartment.

You took the blanket off, shuffling your way to the kitchen.

“Good morning,” you said tiredly. “Making breakfast?”

He nodded, not turning around to face you.

“I, uh, have your work schedule in my phone still,” he admitted, his voice tentative as if it was weird for him to admit.

“Okay?”

“And you were still sleeping!” he yelled aggressively, looking at you with the spatula in his hand. “If I didn’t make breakfast, then you wouldn’t have time to eat before you had to go to work, dumbass!”

You giggled at him, part of the situation feeling familiar. He normally scolded you for not eating before heading to UA for your shift teaching first years and would make you something to eat.

“Why are you laughing at me?!” he yelled.

“Nothing, Katsuki,” you replied, and his eyes widened when he saw a genuine smile on your face for the first time since he woke up in the hospital a week prior. “This just makes me happy, that’s all.”

His cheeks turned red, and he shoved a plate into your hands without looking at you.

“Just eat it, dumbass.”

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

Two weeks had gone by, and there was no progress with his memories or with his relationship with you. You continued to sleep on the couch, he continued to not ask the questions he wanted to know. You two barely spoke, making it hard to bridge the gap that had grown between the two of you.

He had gone back to work, so you both hardly saw each other. It was like you were dancing around each other, just living together because you were supposed to be.

You’d be lying if you said everything was fine, but it wasn’t. It was exhausting, not knowing how to speak to your own boyfriend, seeing his eyes and the way he looked at you.

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

You got home after a long week at work, having taken the first years to a camp to train their quirks. As you approached the door to your apartment, you were banging and soft yells.

With scrunched eyebrows, you paused, attempting to listen.

“Oi! Dunce face Hurry up!”

Relief washed over you when you realized it was just Bakugou’s friends who were over.

“Aw, c’mon man! Why did Kirishima and I get dragged into helping with this,” groaned Kaminari.

“C’mon, Denki, be more manly! Bakubro needed help cleaning up the apartment so he could cook dinner before Y/N gets home,” you heard Kirishima scold their blonde friend. “You heard the man, she’s coming home from training camp with her students today.”

“Ah man, that brings me back,” Kaminari sighed happily. “Remember our training camps back at UA?”

“Yeah, the one our first year was when Bakubro over here at it the worst for Y/N, he had the biggest crush on her and just wanted to spend camp training with her, but never got the balls to tell her,” teased Kirishima, and you stood against the wall of your apartment, just wanting to hear them reminisce.

“Huh?” Bakugou asked loudly and obnoxiously, obviously having no recollection of it. “What’re you talking about, Shitty Hair? She’s been with us that long?”

“Have you not talked to her about your missing memories?” Kirishima asked, surprised.

You felt guilty. You weren’t sure if Bakugou wanted to know the intimate details about your life together. He never asked, just stared at the photos of the two of you in your house. Sometimes, you saw him glancing at the threads of old text conversations between the two of you, or reading news articles that were written since you were both famous Pro Heros.

“Babe’s been with us since we started at UA,” Kaminari piped in.

“THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL HER, PHONE CHARGER?!” yelled Bakugou.

“What I’ve always called her?”

“WELL STOP IT.”

“IT DIDN’T BOTHER YOU BEFORE!”

“WELL IT’S BOTHERING ME NOW!”

“Are you jealous Kacchan?” Kaminari teased him.

There was a moment of silence, and you contemplated going inside when Bakugou finally interrupted the silence.

“No, we haven’t talked about my missing memories,” Bakugou said, answering the question from before. “I always want to, but I can see the hurt in her expressions whenever I look at her. It’s like... me not having my memories breaks her heart.”

“Trust me, bro, she was so relieved to hear that you lost your memories of her,” Kirishima admitted. “I think it frightened her to think that her entire world would crumble apart if she walked in there, and found out the guy she loved didn’t love her.”

“What do you mean?” Bakugou questioned. “Why would she think that?”

“You’ve never been the best at expressing your emotions,” Kirishima said. “No matter how much you loved her, you were always distant. You were like that with everyone, so it wasn’t surprising how she reacted when she found out what had happened to you. She was scared she’d walk into your hospital room, and you’d know exactly who she was.”

“Babes cried happy tears when you called her a fan,” Kaminari remembered.

“Sometimes, she seems like she rather avoid me, and I don’t feel like inconveniencing her even more.”

“Awe, Kacchan!” Kaminari fake sobbed. “It’s cute that even without your memories, you’re one big softie for Y/N!”

“I’M NOT SOFT!”

“He’s right though, I was kinda scared you’d be stubborn and mean to her, but you’ve been surprisingly really cooperative about everything.”

“I’m not stupid,” Bakugou grumbled. “That guy’s quirk was meant to erase the memories of the person I loved most. Memories of her or not, that person is Y/N. Even if I don’t understand why her.”

“Why her?” Kirishima pondered. “Well, that one’s easy! She had your angry ass interested the moment she spoke to you!”

You smiled, remembering your UA days together. The excitement, dread, fear, and happiness that came with realizing you were utterly and completely falling in love with the explosive boy in your class.

“She just doesn’t seem like she and I fit together, so it’s hard to believe she’s the one I lost memories of,” Bakugou admitted, and your heart dropped. “She’s just... so nice...”

Perhaps I shouldn’t be hearing this...

“That’s what you love about her,” Kirishima said sternly.

“ENOUGH OF THIS EMOTIONAL CRAP,” Bakugou yelled. “Get to cleaning so I can get to cooking so my girlfriend can relax when she gets home!”

Kaminari groaned again, and you heard a vacuum start up. You smiled to yourself as you pictured the three idiots scrambling to do work around the house, all for you.

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You couldn’t seem to get his words out of your head about how he couldn’t believe it was you that he fell in love with. Panic slowly overtook you in the coming weeks, an uneasy feeling of Bakugou never falling back in love with you.

After all, it had now been a whole month, and he still didn’t have his memories.

You guys did, however, speak more. He still didn’t have it in him to ask about your relationship, but instead, asked more about you. He was trying to get to know you again, and while it was heartwarming, it still chipped away at your heart every time. The boy who once knew you like the back of his hand no longer knew you at all.

You got up in the morning with a groan, stretching your back out to try to alleviate the ache you felt. You neatly folded the blanket on the couch, making your makeshift bed neat.

You trudged over to the bathroom, closing the door and staring at yourself in the mirror. Every passing day you felt less like your old self as Bakugou grew further from your boyfriend, and more like the boy in the next room over.

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

“Hey, Y/N! I’m heading out!” you heard him say, so you looked up from your book.

“Okay, I’ll see you later, Katsuki,” you said, feigning a wide smile at him as he made his way out the door with a nod.

No hug, no kiss, no words of endearment. It felt as if he was your roommate informing you of his departure, not your boyfriend leaving and promising to see you when he came home to you.

The moment he left, you dragged yourself into your bedroom, one you hadn’t slept in for months. It smelt of him inside, and you crawled into the bed. His scent was still all around, so you hugged the pillow and let the blanket wrap around your body, closing your eyes and crying. You wished for things to be back to normal.

Katsuki had come back from his patrol during lunch. When he saw you weren’t on the couch, he looked around for a note and double checked his phone for any texts from you.

Afterwards, he peered into the dark bedroom, seeing your figure wrapped in the covers. Something pinged in his chest at the sight of you sleeping on your own bed for the first time in ages.

He walked over to the side of the bed to wake you up and see if you were hungry, but he stopped his hand just above your shoulder. He saw the dried tears and a wet pillow, showing you hadn’t fallen asleep that long ago. You had been crying.

He cursed himself for not remembering, for being the reason you were crying. He reached for your hair, moving it out of your face and wiped away the tears.

"I’m sorry for doing this to you,” he whispered, before getting up and leaving, guilt coursing through every fiber of his being.

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

“Has anyone even found V/N yet?!” Bakugou asked angrily.

“...No,” Mina shook her head.

“We’re trying, Kacchan,” Midoriya told him.

“We want you to have your memories back, too,” Todoroki sighed. “How is Y/N? Every time I try to see her, she says she’s busy.”

“Me, too,” Uraraka sighed.

“Miserable,” Bakugou admitted, clencing his fists as he stood in a room around all of his high school friends. “She’s fucking miserable, Icy Hot, and it’s all my fault.”

The room grew quiet, and Bakugou let out a scream of frustration as he threw a punch in the air, letting out a small explosion.

“This is bullshit,” he muttered. “I just want my damn memories back so things can go back to whatever normal looked like.”

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

He was trying, you couldn’t deny it.

You saw how hard he was trying to make things better for you, but it just felt like all the love was gone. No matter how much you avoided it and how much he tried to find it.

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

Two months had gone by.

Exhausted from a day at school, you stood outside of your apartment with your keys in your hand. You practiced your smile, trying to find one that didn’t look so exhausted. Sighing, you jiggled the key into its slot and let yourself into your apartment.

The smell of food hit your nose, and your mood perked up. Beef and udon sizzling plates?

You put your bag down by the door and ventured further. You stepped into the kitchen to see that the hot skillets Bakugou had invested in a few months ago were being heated up as he prepared the sauce, udon, corn, and beef to be put onto it.

“Right on time,” he said loudly, a small smile on his normally angry face. “You said you wouldn’t be home until late today, so I got Shitty Hair to do my night patrol for me while I do one of his shifts later this week so that I could cook us dinner.”

You were silent, and he continued with his little rant.

“I found a recipe in that book in the cabinet yesterday. Don’t remember ever making this, but it’s definitely my handwriting,” he continued. “It was the only recipe that had a heart on it, so I’m assuming this has got to be your favorite, right?”

As you stood there watching as he prepared everything, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. He was about to turn around to face you instead of the food when he felt arms wrap around him.

You held onto him tightly, burying your head into his back as you let tears fall.

“I’ll take that as a yes, you crybaby,” he chuckled, letting his free hand grab onto one of your arms.

This was so out of character for him, to be this damn soft. But it warmed your heart knowing that despite the odds, despite being with someone he didn’t know, he was still willing to show you this side of him.

“Why?” you mumbled into his back.

“Hm?” he asked, quirking up one of his blonde eyebrows as he looked over his shoulder at you. “Why was?”

“Why are you trying so hard?” you asked him.

“Look,” he said, a hint of anxiousness in his stern voice. “I know I’m not good at my emotions, and I know me not remembering our time together just makes it that much more difficult.”

He grabbed her arms, prying them off of him so he could turn around and face her. He gripped her shoulders.

“But I trust my own damn judgement, okay, dumbass?” he grumbled, unable to look at you as he spoke. “I know I have excellent taste, so if I was able to somehow fall in love with you, I see no reason to not believe it. It’s not like I’d go around loving someone without reason. I am the one who loves you, whether I remember loving you or whether I still—”

He paused, realizing that if he finished his sentence, he’d be admitting out loud that he did not, currently, love you. You were painfully aware of it, every time you guys talk and every time he looks at you. But both of you knew it would be different to hear out loud.

“Whether you still love me or not?” you finished the sentence for him, a sad smile on his face.

He let go of your shoulders and looked away.

“I don’t mean to hurt you.”

“Katsuki, I understand,” you said, grabbing his face in your hands and making him look at you. Those sad ruby eyes. “Take your time. It took you a year the first time around to realize you loved me, I can wait.”

You got on your tippy toes and kissed his forehead before walking past him to look at the food.

“I think the sizzling plates are hot enough to put all the food on it, don’t you?” you asked with a small smile, choosing to move past the emotionally draining conversation.

A soft and comfortable silence fell over the two of you, and you watched as he finished preparing your favorite meal.

No, he might not still love you now, but he at least still cared. Memories or not, you could see there were parts of him that remembered you. His heart still had a soft spot for you and only you, he went out of his way to do nice things for you, and he cared enough that it hurt him that he didn’t love you.

And even if that hurt, for now, that would be enough.

•─────────°❋❀°─────────•

“Um... Katsuki?” you called out, seeing that your blanket and pillow disappeared.

“Yes?” he asked, emerging from the bathroom with his hair wet from his shoulder, wearing his pajamas, and a toothbrush in his mouth.

“Where’s my blanket and pillow?” you asked.

He held up a finger as to tell you to wait, and went back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth.

When he came back out, he was using his towel to dry his hair.

“Your back’s been bothering you, right, dumbass?” It was a question, but he said it more like an observation. “C’mon, it’s been two months, you deserve to sleep in your own bed for once.”

Your cheeks reddened at the thought of sleeping beside him after all of this time. He walked towards your bedroom, and when he got to the doorframe, you spoke.

“Our,” you said.

He paused to glance over his shoulder at you.

“Hm?”

“Our bedroom,” you corrected him. “You said your, but it’s ours.”

“Just get in here, dumbass,” he said with an amused smile, walking the rest of the way into the bedroom.

Cheeks still red, you followed after him. He was getting himself situated under the covers, and you went to join him. You kept to your side of the bed, your arms to yourself, but you faced him.

He was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hey, Y/N?” he asked softly.

“Yes?”

“Do you ever wanna do things with me?” he asked.

“Like what?”

“You know what,” he said, and it was his turn to turn red.

There was a silence.

“I mean like cuddle me or give me a kiss or whatever, you damn idiot!” he said aggressively, hiding his face under his arm.

“Always,” you said without hesitation.

He tensed and moved his arm from his eyes, turning his head to look at you.

“Always?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

He turned so he was laying on his side, staring at you.

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because i want to give you time,” you said honestly. “I have no idea what it is you’re going through. To me, you’re my boyfriend. But for you, you woke up two months ago with no idea who this strange girl crying in your hospital room was, and then all of a sudden you were expected to just live with her. But the Katsuki that was my boyfriend isn’t who you are right now. So, I was okay with having to get you to fall back in love with me, on your own terms, memories or not.”

He didn’t say anything back, instead he just snaked his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. You couldn’t see the way his face heated up even more, but you could hear his rapid heartbeat.

You were nervous yourself, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You felt giddy, just like you had the first time you and Bakugou had fallen in love.

“Goodnight,” he grumbled. “I hope this helps you sleep better.”

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Bakugou noticed how much tighter you held onto him when you had fallen into a deep sleep, as if scared you’d have to let go. The feeling of holding someone so close made him feel weird, a tingling sensation erupting everywhere. His hands combed through your hair and he held you close to him, and somehow, found himself drifting off into the best sleep he had gotten since waking up in the hospital.

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When you woke up before him, you had laid there awake for a few moments, just soaking it in. When he was asleep and you were laying on him, it was easier to forget that the Bakugou next to you was different than the Bakugou he felt like. But you couldn’t help but wish the person you were holding was the boy who loved you.

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“Wanna go for a walk?” Bakugou asked after the movie you had been watching ended.

You were cuddled into his side with a blanket over your legs.

Four months.

It had been four months since he had forgotten your previous relationship, but the two of you had fallen into a new one. He had admitted at three months that he was sure he liked romantically again. Now, you called each other babe and he would say goodbye and greet you with kisses and a hug.

This version of your relationship was a lot calmer and softer than the first time around. Before the memory loss, Katsuki was still a bit impulsive and aggressive, something you still loved about him.

But ever since, he’s been patient and calm. There’s been something serene about your relationship. He still had his not-really-endearing pet-names to call you, and got loud and aggressive as he spoke. But you couldn’t help but think about how he was a lot softer to make up for the fact that he couldn’t give to you what you lost in him.

“Sure,” you said.

So, you two went out for a walk. He let you wrap your arms around one of his, holding yourself to him closely as you walked.

He asked questions more, about your old lives together, so he had a pretty good picture of what it looked like.

As you two walked around while the sun set, he looked down at you with a smile on his face.

Memories or not, he felt himself falling back in love with you.

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“Hey, Y/N?”

You looked up from your book.

Six months.

The soft smile on his face reminded you of the early stages of this new life of yours, when he’d stand by the door ready to leave and not give you any affection.

Now, he stood right in front of the couch with coffee in his hands. He placed it on the table and leaned down to plant a quick kiss to your lips.

“I’ll see you when I get home, okay?”

You nodded, and he leaned down for another kiss.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened. He had never said it in the six months since he had woken up. You saw his eyes widen, too, but he fell over.

“K-Katsuki!” you yelled, rushing to grab him as he knocked over the coffee he had made for you.

You pulled him into your lap, uncaring for the spilt caffine.

“Katsuki!” you called again, trying to get him to wake up. ��Baby? Please wake up!”

Tears filled your eyes as panic arose in you yet again. No, not again, you told yourself. You couldn’t almost lose him again. Not this time.

But the panic ended when his eyes began to flutter open. You stared down at him, and saw his eyes soften for a second before filling with tears himself. He sat up and pulled you into his chest, and somehow, without words, you knew exactly what was going on.

It was something about the way he looked at you, the realization you saw pass through his eyes. He held you tight and you sobbed into his neck.

“Hey, Princess,” he said softly, planting a kiss to your neck.

“Say it,” you begged. “Please, please, say it.”

“I remember now,” he said calmly, stroking your hair. “I remember everything, my love.”

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Turns out the solution to fixing his memory loss was simple: to get the memories of the one person he loved most in the world back, he had to find a way to genuinely and sincerely fall back in love with them.

And he did.

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A/N: AHHHHHH this one made my heart go :’))))))

anyways, send me an ask if you want me to do a todoroki verison! or maybe even tamaki cuz my little sasuke look alike has stolen my heart lately!

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beanswrites · 2 years

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"My Valentine" Hawks x Reader, from MHA

I was writing the Valentine's day special MHA edition and it suddenly hit me that I wrote a super fluffy (with a bit of ✨spice✨) one-shot for Hawks a few months back. So here it is, a bit edited and modified from the last time!

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Word count: 3478

Pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x fem! Reader

Trope: Fluff, Lemonish

Warnings: mature language, hints of depression, a bit spicier than usual my dudes

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This date is the most important date the famous pro hero Hawks ever needed to go on. The most important date of his whole adult life, with the most beautiful woman he has ever met. But, who is she and how did he ask her out? That story goes a few hours back.

It's Valentine's Day! The birds are chirping, flower shops are the busiest they've been in a while, and the aroma of the ever-so-sweet chocolate is in the air. Even if almost all couples love this holiday, not a lot of single people can say the same. The second most popular hero in Japan dreaded the whole love fest. When Mirko, his best friend and co-worker, asked him why, he would usually reply with the same answer every time: "It's a waste of money". Even though there was some truth in what he said, the real reason the winged hero was grumpy every year on this holiday wasn't particularly the money people were spending. Maybe, somewhere deep down in his heart, Hawks knew he actually didn't like the idea of a holiday celebrating love, because he was indeed very lonely. It was now 5:20 in the morning, and Hawks slept in for 20 minutes. Honestly, he didn't even feel like getting up, not on the worst day of the year for him. Everybody's gonna be all mushy and lovey - dovey and cute, which they are of course gonna show off and brag about to him. The last thing he needed right now was to hear about everything he doesn't have. After unwillingly dragging himself out of bed, he went for a workout just like every morning. Today's workout, however, was way more intense than usual, since he was trying to take out all of his supressed emotions. Once that was finished and he had his morning coffee, the red-winged hero got ready and flew to work. As he flew across the big city, he noticed all the pink and red colored decorations that were hanging in the parks, on buildings, basically, everywhere he looked. That annoyed him so much that he flew faster, just to not be reminded that he never had someone to celebrate this day with. It really wasn't like it sounded. It's not like Hawks wasn't able to get a date, heck, he got a hundreds of dates and hook-ups almost daily, and it wasn't like he was shy, he loved talking to girls. But all those dates and hook-ups would never turn into anything more. Even though the blonde bird-like hero had many girls in his life, he never, ever fell in love. He finally arrived at his agency, when Mirko, the bunny hero, walked thru the door with a huge smile on her face. "Hey everyone! What a wonderful day today is!" Hawks rolled his eyes. How can everyone be so happy today? "Oh, yeah, that reminds me boss, I gotta go home earlier today! I'm taking my girlfriend out for Valentine's!" The white bunny hero added. Some other secretary laughed and agreed: "Hahha, okay Mirko, we all know the special surprise you've prepared her! You've talked about the ring for weeks! And you, boss? Who's your Valentine?"

Hawks wasn't in the mood for that. Everybody knew he didn't like Valentine's, or get a serious date he would wine-and-dine, so why did they even waste their breath asking?! It's not like he wasn't happy for other people. He was really happy for Mirko, for example, and her girlfriend, cause he knew about the whole 'proposing' thing that was happening tonight. It just wasn't for him. He wasn't the type of a guy to enjoy serious, love-dovey romantic dates like that. The whole day, up until lunch break, the winged hero desperately tried to avoid every and each couple in sight, 'cause he knew that if another hero couple started a conversation with him, he wouldn't hear the end of constant worried questions about him being single. Yeah, he was single, but he would probably call Rin tonight. She was a recent hook-up he used to call when he felt lonely. And in the past couple of weeks, he's been lonely quite a lot. Welp, it was lunch break now, and Hawks was eating his usual KFC order, when his favorite co-worker walked into the room. Okay, maybe you didn't technically count as a "co-worker" since you are only a journalist who worked with the agency and not an actual hero, but you are still a nice, familiar face he could rely on. "Hey Hawks! What's up with you? You seem a little bummed today" You said with concern in your voice. "Heh, hi to you too kid. Nah, I'm fine, just a little over with this whole love-fest" "Do you not like Valentine's Day?" He sighted. "No, not really. I don't really got anybody to spend it with, so I don't really enjoy it. And you? Who's taking you out for Valentine's?" You laughed at what he said, but the laughter died down as you realized he wasn't joking. "Oh, you're serious? No, haha, nobody's taking me out today. I guess everybody already has a date, plus I'm not really sure any hero would want to date their journalist!" He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why? I think there are a lot of hero's who'd date you! You are nice, young, pretty, I'm surprised they aren't already all over you, kid! Plus, haven't you got that boyfriend, I.. I don't remember his name.. You know, that one guy who once came here and brought you your lunch!" You sat down across him and put down your lunch tray. "Wait, you seriously remember that? That was like, four months ago, and no, we aren't together anymore. He just wasn't the guy for me, y'know?" Wait, was it really four months ago? 'How the heck do I remember something about my co-worker that happened four months ago?' He thought to himself. Which got him thinking: Why has he been so keen on getting to know you? Sure, you are nice and smart, and kinda beautiful. You are everything he isn't used to: comfort, smiling, and generally bright. But not his type. Definitely not. At least, that's what he told to himself every time the idea of your gorgeous eyes and that perfect smile crossed his mind. Which was a big portion of the time. He.. He couldn't be into you, right? "Oh, uh.. I don't know, really. I guess randomly? Anyways, so if your not going out, got any plans for the rest of the day?" He knew how it sounded, but that's not really what he meant. It sounded like he was asking her out, rather than being generally curious, since he didn't have any plans either. "Ohh, what's this, pro hero Hawks? Are you asking me out?" And it was that moment, where the poor guys' face turned completely red. The red-winged hero was known as a "smooth talker" and a "ladies man", but now he really didn't know what to say. Did he? Did he want to take her out? Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad spending a Valentine's Day with somebody for a change.. "Well, since both of us aren't doing anything tonight, I thought we could go out and have some fun.. If by that you consider me asking you out kid, than so be it, I am. Not to be too sappy birdie, but do you wanna be my Valentine's date?" Now, it was your time to blush. After she agreed by stuttering a bit, they've both left the cafeteria and returned to some paperwork they had. Although there was a lot of work to be done,

Hawks couldn't concentrate one bit. Did he really just get a Valentine's date? At first, he played it cool. Nice and easy, still doing paperwork, he thought about how this happened. 'Well, she's clearly into me, and she clearly wanted to go, so this should be good, right?' And that's when it hit him. Where is he going to take you?! That's when his pre-date panic kicked in. He never experienced it before, but he was suddenly in a rush to finish everything about the date, rather than just lazily picking some shitty place and then return straight to his place. No, no, it can't be like that tonight. He quickly called the best restaurant in town to reserve a table, but it being the Valentine's day, it was all booked. Luckily, a pro-hero as sly as him knows his way around things, so even with this kind of a problem he managed to get the best table in the most romantic private spot in the restaurant. 'So food is checked from the list. What's next? Where and when to pick her up. That's easy, right? Just gotta dial her number and ask- OH SHIT, I DIDN'T GET HER PHONE NUMBER!' He thought in his panic. Luckily, your phone number was in the work group chat, so he easily found it. You've talked a bit and made a deal for 7 PM. Now, the only thing left on his list was his outfit. Usually, he didn't really care and would go in jeans and a T-shirt, and if he really wanted the girl, a white button up with those jeans. Now, this somehow felt more personal, more intimate, and more like a real date to him, so the usual outfits were a no-go. "Oh come on, I HAVE to have something in here!" He groaned as he searched his messy closet, throwing the stained shirts around as he shook his head. Finally, he found some tuxedo that Mirko made him wear to a work party. That should do it, right? It was now 6:40 and Hawks was kind of freaking out. Why? He didn't know. It was just you, his sweet co-worker, nobody too intimidating or anything like that. He was currently waiting in front of your apartment building, with a bouquet of flaming-red roses and a heart-shaped pack of chocolates. The address was familiar to him, since he was there a couple of times to bring some documents, but this was different. Now, it wasn't some work stuff or boring paperwork, he was waiting for you as your date for tonight. Somehow, that thought made him smile. Him, Keigo Takami, had a real date for Valentine's, the whole wine-and-dine experience! Who knew? His train of thoughts was interrupted by you coming out your home, followed by his jaw almost dropping on the floor. You wore a red dress that was in perfect synch with his wings, and a nice white cardigan, since it was a little chilly on such a February night. You had a slight blush covering your cheeks and a huge smile on your lips, since you were struck by how good your partner looked, just as much as he was. When he handed you the flowers and chocolates, you both sat in his car and drove to the restaurant, chatting a bit. Hawks was thinking about flying you to there himself, but quickly abandoned that idea because it could make you uncomfortable, and he certainly didn't want that. Once you've gotten to the restaurant, you were dumbstrucked by the place he picked. "Keigo! This is the most beautiful and the most wanted restaurant in the city! It takes literal months to get a reservation! How did you manage to do it so quickly?" He didn't know what, but something in him stirred when she called him by his first name. "Well, I wanted to take you somewhere special, and this seemed like a place with the best food and the best atmosphere for a Valentine's Day date! Plus, not a problem, I know my ways of giving a girl the perfect experience" He smugly replied. They sat down at their table, and the decorations around it were mesmerizing. There were lanterns and rosses as decorations on the sides, with a few romantic candles on the table, which were really setting the mood for their perfect date. Hawks didn't really pay much attention to the decorations though. Not because he didn't like them, more because he

was concentrated on the beautiful girl who was sitting across him. He was suddenly obsessed with everything about you. The way your hair fell and framed your face, the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed at some dumb joke he made, and that goddamn dress, which was making him think all kinds of things he definitely shouldn't be thinking about.

Oh hell no. This.. wasn't happening, was it? Suddenly, everything about you was perfect to him. He didn't know if that was the magic of Valentine's Day or just you, but something there was making him lose his mind. You've both ordered your meals and a bottle of champagne to go with it, and not long after, the waiter was back with your orders.

Keigo looked like everything was fine and he was cool from the outside, but actually, on the inside, his nerves were wrecking. From his point of view the date was going amazing, but how would he know?! This was his first "proper" date, he didn't know what they were supposed to look like!

"Hey, um, kid? Is this.. Is this okay? Am I doing this whole "date" thing right?"

No, he never was ashamed to admit that he wasn't exactly the "commitment" kinda guy, especially to you. You knew, didn't you? You even covered for him once after a huge hang-over he had from spending the night drunkenly with some girl whose name he forgot. You knew exactly what you were in for. "Hawks, this date is.. It's.. It's the best date I have ever been on, thank you so much for being my Valentine! The restaurant is the most romantic place I have ever seen, plus the food is incredible! I ordered the pasta to change a bit from the fried chicken I eat all the time! Hey, don't you like fried chicken too? Or is that like, forbidden, with you being half-bird?" This might just as well be his dream girl! I mean, someone who's gorgeous, smart, kind, funny AND loves fried chicken?! You've talked for the rest of the night, and then it was time to go home. "Wow, this date was amazing! Thank you so much for the wonderful time, it was very romantic.. I just got one more small request, tho.." You told him. "Yeah, sure, what's up?" "Umm, I know this is a bit weird, but I always wanted to ask you.. Can you fly me over the city a bit? I've always wanted to know what it's like seeing the city from a handsome bird's perspective!" "Hell yeah, kid!" After he paid for their meal, you just had to go to the bathroom real quick before you were going to leave for a romantic, night-time flight over the city. While you were in the restroom, somebody he completely forgot about appeared on his screen, calling him.

"Hey, Rin"

"Hello, handsome∼ Were you planning on calling me tonight at all? You know that I've been waiting for your call all day... So, got any frustrations to take out by ruining me? You know that you can just give me a call and I'll-"

He had to stop her before she continued. He had to. 'No more of this bullshit' he thought.

"Listen, I'm not gonna. I'm done, Rin. Done. I can't continue solving my problems with bottles of whiskey you always bring and.. you, in general. I can't. Look, it was nice having you at my beck-and-call and all, and I'm sure you're gonna find another guy to do the same, but I realized that I should probably focus on relationships that can actually go somewhere"

She scoffed offendedly.

"Don't tell me that some slutty secretary has you wrapped around her finger? HA! It's her, isn't it? The one from your hero agency, which you always mention even when you are with me? You think she could satisfy you? Please, Hawks, you're a playboy, you need a real woman and not a girl like that! Plus, you think you'll ever be ready for a "serious" relationship, like she wants?"

The pro-hero always cringed at the term "playboy". It was way too harsh and over-exaggerated. Yeah, maybe he did let himself indulge into way too many relationships and hook-ups, but it's been a rough couple of months. And he would rather feel wanted and loved for a few minutes or days with those girls, than to feel completely alone. A few moments of silence pasted, with Keigo thinking of what to say.

"No, I'm not sure I'm ready, but I want to try anyway."

"Whatever! Call me when you realize I'm all you'll ever need"

Just as she was about to hang up on him, he added:

"Oh, and Rin?"

The dark-haired woman smirked from the other side of the phoneline, certain that she already got him to change his mind.

"Yes, Hawksy?"

What he said left her so stunned, so speechless that she could barely think. Never in her life has she been that insulted.

"She's twice the woman you'll ever be"

And with that, he hung up, and blocked her number. Hawks believed that this moment right here was the exact meaning of the phrase "Good riddance". When you came out of the bathroom, oblivious of this conversation, he respectfully offered to carry you bride-style, as it would be the easiest for him to fly that way, which you of course accepted. You flew across the lights of the city that were slowly fading as it was getting darker. Everything seemed more beautiful from up high to you, you just couldn't believe he could see this view every day. Maybe the view itself wasn't the only thing that got you breathless. Maybe the way his golden eyes glowed even in the night and how his messy dirty-blonde locks moved with the wind also had something to do with the blush that was creeping on your face. Just maybe. To feel even more safe flying up that high (and because you wanted to), you put your arms around the pro hero's neck, holding onto him tighter, never wanting to let go. There was no doubt, you completely fell for the messy-haired winged hero. It first started as a simple crush a few months ago, but now, as you were carried across the sky in his strong arms, you knew you are in love with him. Hawks was feeling the same. Even though none of them spoke a word, everything was understood. Yeah, it's been a tough couple of months for Keigo, but maybe the upcoming months will be better with you around. Unfortunately, the flying tour had to end at some point, so you suggested that he put you down on your balcony. As soon as you were both standing with two feet on the tiles of your balcony, you said: "Thank you for the amazing date, Keigo.. I've had such an amazing time! You know, nobody ever did something as romantic as this for me.. So, really, thank you." He chuckled, not even realizing that his hand was still on your waist. "Heh, no problem, kid. And thank you, too.. For not leaving me hanging for Valentine's.. Oh, I hope I was a good Valentine, I'm not really sure how this whole thing works.. Well, if nobody did anything this kind of romantic for you, they've clearly didn't try hard enough to deserve you, kid." That sentence left you speechless. You couldn't take it anymore. Not while he looks so damn good, not while you've hid your feeling from him for way to long. Without another word, you've pressed a kiss on his lips, which he gladly accepted. Now, both of his large hands were holding your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. You've stood there for some time, under the stars, finally releasing the true feelings you've had for each other. "I was wondering... You don't really have to go now, do you?" You asked, pulling away from the kiss. "No, I really don't. Oh, what's this, are you asking me to come in, baby bird?" Today, Keigo Takami, the second most popular hero in Japan, realized three very important things. First, he realized that the only reason why he never seriously committed to a relationship is because none of the were true, and full of emotion.

Second, he learned that we seem to try harder for the people who we actually care about rather than for those who we don't, And lastly, third, that maybe, just maybe, Valentine's Day isn't so bad, especially when he has a girl as amazing as you to spend it with.

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bukojuiice · 3 years

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are you feline what i’m feline? — todoroki shoto

ೃ pairing: cat boy! ┃pro hero! todoroki shoto x fem pro hero! reader

ೃ tags: smut 18+ (the rest of the tags are below the cut!)

ೃ warnings: nsfw

ೃ wc: 3k words

ೃ my nav → my mha writing masterlist → my katsuki bakugo x reader smau

ೃ blessed with a quirk that can temporarily transform any human being into any living thing they want through the means of potions and concoctions, you brew up a cat girl potion to surprise shoto for your second year anniversary. however, some accidents and mishaps happen, and you’re welcomed home by a handsome cat boy instead.

ೃ dedicating this fic to the lovely and amazing @todosweetheart bc her cat boy! shoto art is the reason why this fic exists. thank u for the content u feed us val! 🥰💓

additional tags: use of natural aphrodisiac, cat boy! kink, overstimulation, fingering, kitten/cat play, rough but loving sex)

You had just recently moved in to a new neighborhood with your boyfriend, Todoroki Shoto.

Your blissful domestic life with him was just about to begin and life couldn’t get any better than this. and yet...

sometimes you wish you could do more for him.

The two of you met when you were hired to work at his father’s agency, stealing glances at him by the reception area whenever you came in for work, and coincidentally getting into the same elevator as him. Not knowing that he was woefully smitten with you too. It was only through the probing of your co-workers that you had drunkenly confessed to him at a company party and he had (soberly) confessed to you too.

That was where everything started.

That was how you and the No. #3 Pro-hero got together.

Sometimes, it made you think if you were even worthy of his love.

You were just a hero with a support quirk; with it being used for more science and field-related work as your powers made you manifest and create drinkable liquids that could change the physical appearance of a person (make them invisible, turn them into an animal, or even turn them back into a child or into an elderly person) for a limited time and depending on how strong or weak the solution. This means that through your quirk, you are able to tamper with a person’s DNA through these concoctions without any consequences. It was a powerful quirk, just like magic, yes, but can it be used for offense? Sadly not.

Shoto’s quirk was the exact opposite. Bearing the quirk of fire and ice, he was the definition of perfection. The perfect quirk, the perfect combination of two exact opposite elements, and how adept he is at using both of them. Often praised and hailed by the public for not only being extremely powerful, but also for how painstakingly handsome he is. You were just waiting for some controversial tabloid to talk about the No. 3 Pro Hero and his girlfriend who was way out of his league.

Shoto constantly reassures you not to worry about them, never failing to calm you down with his gentle I love you’s and forehead kisses whenever he sees you tensed up and nervous, and never failing to tell you that you are the light of his life and his strength to continue fighting. and yet, it still worries you sometimes.

Today marks your 2 year anniversary.

The two of you decide to go out on a simple date tonight at one of the best-reviewed restaurants in the neighborhood as the two of you were busy with throwing out the moving boxes and unwrapping your furniture, combined with the hero work that the two of you do during the day. Completely ruling out the possibility of being able to plan an elaborate anniversary date.

But, it was alright. As cheesy as Shoto makes it sound, no day can ever become the worst, as long as he’s spending it with you.

“Ah~ Those crepes were super yummy! Plus, the cafe was really cute!” You beam with a satisfying yawn, the two of you walking side by side, hand holding the other, and his arm wrapped around your shoulder for that extra warmth against the cold summer night.

“Yea. There was a classy vibe to it. That was my first time trying a galette, and I must say that was tasty.” He remarks, turning to you. Your radiant and lively energy was infectious and he can’t help but smile. “Leave it to Mina and Sato to know all the best restaurants, I suppose.”

You nod contentedly and the two of you continue to walk back home in silence. Shoto looks around, taking in the sight and wondering if he could point out any small details about your surroundings that could make you laugh or smile. He notices a small shadow perk up from beneath a bush and he casually points at it. “Hmm? (Y/N), look over there.”

You follow Shoto’s gaze and also notice the small shadowy figure. “Oh?”

The quiet sound of a purr could be heard from the bush. The two of you wait a little bit for the creature to reveal itself. A black cat pounces out of the plant, it’s beautiful green eyes staring back at you. “Meoooow.”

The cat walks up to you and you crouch down, putting your hand out, and wait patiently. Sure enough, the cat nuzzles against it.

“Ahhh she’s so cute.” You observe the cat a bit more and notice it’s femme feline features. Shoto crouches down next to you and pats it’s head. Clearly the kitty seems to enjoy all this attention as she’s purring up a storm. “She is.”

You glance at Shoto and notice how his eyes glimmered a different blue-grey light as he continued to play with the kitten. Pure bliss present in his face. His handsome and soft features make you blush, with the heat rising up to your cheeks, you quickly turn away before Shoto could notice you.

Bingo.

What if you turned into a Cat Girl and made Shoto… ya know…

It was a simple formula after all. You could whip up a concoction, sprinkle in a little bit of natural aphrodisiac and that’s it! The recipe to the sexiest and kinkiest night of your life! Maybe you could show your love to Shoto in a different way than most girlfriends do to their boyfriends no?

“AHAH!” You suddenly jump up from the ground, your boyfriend perks up a little bit in surprise too. You then bring out your phone and begin scrolling through your notes. “Sho-kun! Come on! Let’s get home!” You grab his hand and drag him away. He adjusts his running to your pace, smiling at your sudden burst of eagerness and excitement. “Alright alright, love. Be careful so we don’t trip.”

That night, you told Shoto to not wait for you as you had to brew up some potions for tomorrow as specially requested by a hero from your agency. Although reluctant at first to leave you, he intently watched you work your magic at the little science lab in your house. The smell of the strong chemicals waft around the living room, prompting him to retreat back to your bedroom, but not without a quick kiss (that was about to turn into a make out session) before bed.

“Happy anniversary, Love.” Shoto holds you by the waist, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you swaying slightly to the non-existent rhythm and this makes you almost want to go to bed with him. “Shall we continue this tomorrow?” He peppers kisses down your neck, you giggle in response.

“We shall.” You turn to him and deliver a kiss to his lips. You pull away before you could even begin to think of yearning for more. “I’m sorry if we had to cut our anniversary short. It’s your day off tomorrow right? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

He nods first before giving you one last kiss, this time on the forehead. “Goodnight (Y/N). I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pulls away. you watch him leave your lab first and make sure he’s out of sight before you get back to work.

After a few more hours of solving the formula and crafting the recipe for a potion that doesn’t necessarily turn you into a cat, but rather, give you only cat ears and a cat tail, yu bring out a thermos bottle from the cupboard and pour in the liquid solvent along with the natural aphrodisiac. You stir it a little bit before using your quirk to add the finishing touch and to make it a viable and an actually working potion.

“Can’t wait to drink this tomorrow.” You snicker to yourself, as you pour all of the liquid onto the thermos, storing it in the fridge and then proceed to go to your bedroom and finally hit the sack.

“AHH I’M LATE!” You rush out of the bedroom, messy bedhead hair, your hero suit not even fully zipped up, mismatched socks, and your bag tossing and turning, most of the contents falling out, your thermos being one of them. “I’M LATE FOR WORK! BYE! I LOVE YOU!” You greet Shoto who was eating his breakfast in the kitchen, planting him a farewell kiss on the cheek as you dash your way out of the house.

“I l-love you too.” He bids goodbye with a wave, but you weren’t even there to hear it anymore. Shoto’s eyes cast downward, a bit disappointed that he wasn’t even able to greet you properly this morning and how your anniversary date felt so short even though you promised each other you would spend more time together later today.

He then notices your water bottle on the ground. A sticky note that was labeled “Drink me!” was attached to it and of course as every other person would react once they see a note like that,

Shoto thought that was for him.

“SHO! I’M BACK!” You call out to him, closing the door behind you. “Sho~?” You sing-song, peering through the kitchen and the living room but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. “Where are youuu?” You continue to traverse through your house, looking for him. You grind to a halt when you notice your thermos bottle on top of the dining table… All empty.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no.

“Shoto!” You call out, your voice cracking with nervousness. You rush to your bedroom, hoping and praying that he was there. Only… for the lights to be out.

“Sho?” Your hand reaches out for the light switch. But, you hesitate. What if a demon had kidnapped your boyfriend and you had to save him!? What can your quirk even do to save him!?

“(Y/N)...” He finally responds. Although his tone was soft and still a bit suspicious, you breathe a sigh of a relief and finally turn on the lights.

The lights illuminate the room to reveal your boyfriend in his usual turtleneck fit that you always ogle at. You look up and down, noticing that this is still the same man you know and love and nothing bad actually happened until…

You look up and behind him.

He’s still the same man you know and love.

Just this time however. he’s a cat boy.

“I drank the potion that you made.” He says ever so casually, nothing ever fazes him as usual. “It had a “drink me!” sticky note attached to it and I thought it was for me.” He continues to speak plainly. You thought you could get out of this situation scotch-free and you didn’t have to explain to your loving boyfriend what had happened to him. That was until he crossed his arms, his feet tapping the ground, and his cat tail waving behind him. “Please explain to me why I am now a cat boy.”

“Well…” You began twiddling with your fingers, trying your very best not to make eye contact with him or else you would end up squealing in delight because of how adorable he looked. “You see, I made this potion to turn me into a cat girl so that I can… ya know… please you and stuff. I saw how affectionate you were with the cat we saw last night so.. I guess you can consider this as my late anniversary gift to you?” You laugh sheepishly, still trying your best not to look at him as his gaze intensifies.

Shoto’s black and white cat ears twitch as he tries to stifle a laugh. “Fine. I forgive you. This will wear off eventually right?” You nod in response and Shoto’s shoulders slump down in relief. He was about to approach you and envelop you in a hug, until his legs wobbled midway and he practically fell down onto the floor.

You rush to him and help him stand up, propping himself on the bed. “Sho… are you alright love?”

He starts breathing heavily, cat ears twitching once again, fingers trembling, lips quivering, and his face as red as a tomato. “(Y/N)... what was even in that potion you made?”

You suddenly remember the aphrodisiac you added to the recipe.

Oh no no no no (2)

Shoto suddenly turns away from you before you could notice the bulge rising in his pants. He covers his face in embarrassment, refusing to look at you.

“I also added some aphrodisiac and some catnip into the potion ahahaha…” You scratch the back of your neck. Shoto turns to you again, his eyes glowing like that of a cat and giving off a smoldering feeling. He shifts your position, gently yet somehow arduously pinning you down on the bed. He steps closer, hands moving up your sides, going around your back, pulling you flush against him. Shoto nips at your earlobe, sending sparks through you.

You bite back a moan as he kisses your neck, his tongue hot, the gentle scrape of his teeth (slightly sharped like that of fangs) leaving you shivering.

The two of you stop for a bit. He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. Tension coils around him, barely contained energy. As if Shoto is preventing himself from showing you his animalistic and feline hunger wanting to ravage you.

“C-can I-”

Before Shoto could even utter another word, you grab his face and pull him back into a desperate kiss, capturing his gasp and the throaty moan that follows. You capture his mouth with yours, and he responds eagerly, his kiss fervent, all his restraint crumbling at your touch.

He kisses your chin, and you tip your head back as he trails his lips down your neck, murmuring praise.

He lays you down, hiking your shirt up, tossing it to the floor, then deftly unhooking your bra, and exposing your breasts. You giggle and reach for his pants, unzipping the fly and getting a little thrill when you see the huge bulge in his boxers.

You push up his turtleneck sweater to admire his abs and Shoto smiles back at you seductively.

“Like what you see?” He says teasingly, a little quip that he barely does when the two of you make love, his husky voice makes your stomach swoop.

“I can only tell you if you purr first.” You tease back, running your fingers over his cat ears. Shoto feels the tickling sensation build up inside of him, slowly about to give in to his raw animal instincts. While you continue to run your fingers through his cat features, he begins to suck and nibble on your breasts. You feel yourself get lost in his gentle caress, barely even notice him pulling off your panties and sliding them off between your legs. Shoto’s fingers slowly slide into your womanhood, as if testing out the waters. He works them in and out for a bit, then pulls them out, brings them to his mouth, and licks them.

Like a kitten licking its milk.

“Sho…”

You feel the last of Shoto’s restraint break as his cat ears twitch again, you can practically feel the energy crackling around him, and the hunger in his eyes more evident than a while ago. Shoto then braces his arms beside your head, as he slots his hips between your thighs. You rise up to meet him, a low moan spilling from your lips.

“(Y/N)... I’m going to put it in now…”

You bite your lip and nod in confirmation.

Shoto gently sets a slow pace, your head spins at the sensation and the arousal coursing through you, your hips rolling to meet the movements of his cock. As he enters, the thrilling sensation courses through you again and your mind feels like it just melted.

You gently rub his cat ears again, and his cock twitches inside of you, the enthralling reaction resulting in a shudder of pleasure shooting through your body, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And that pleasure transmits to Shoto loud and clear from your pussy.

Meanwhile, his breathing was ragged, more wild and animalistic than normal. Which is to be expected due to the potion but… this hot and intense feeling radiating off of him was different.

And you love it.

“I-I feel like I’m losing control…”

As Shoto speaks, he slams his cock into you, making your legs shake and you moaning louder than you should. Everything seems more intense, from his thrusting to the look on his eye.

At this point, it’s getting harder and harder to form a coherent sentence.

“Is it alright if I go faster?” Shoto says softly, you hold his hand in reassurance, unable to respond properly as every intense emotion running inside of you makes you let out hitched and breathy moans instead.

Shoto pulls out halfway, then slams back inside of you, making a loud sticky sound.

The two of you were acting like animals in heat.

“A-ah! Shoto!” You mewl out, each of Shoto’s thrust hitting an undiscovered part of your insides. Spurred on by your voice, his pace further increases, until you’re both moving frantically. You gasp at his intensity, at the weight and heat of his body pinning you down.

“(Y/N)! I’m going to-”

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on, and his fluffy tail briefly brushes against you. Shoto’s body tenses up as he prepares to unload inside of you.

Shoto’s body spasms- including his tail. Waves of pleasure flood over you as his semen shoots full-force into your depths.

The two of you gaze into each other’s eyes for a minute before he slowly lays himself next to you, his feline features slowly disappearing as you try to catch your breath.

“L-look they disappeared with one whoosh.” You say in between pants and giggles, Shoto covering the two of you with your bed duvet, chuckling along with you/

“Next time, please label things properly and tell me if you added any sort of ingredient that could increasingly highten my sex drive.” He says with an exasperated sigh, yet satisfaction plastered all over his face as he looks at you lovingly. ��I love you (Y/N). Happy anniversary… nya~” He whispers the last few words, shooting you a wink.

Your eyes widen, your mouth forming into an O like that one Chris Pratt meme. “Y-you just said…”

“Let’s h-have a nap and just have some late dinner instead.” He shushes you by planting a kiss on your forehead.

You were about to protest, but as soon as Shoto shut his eyes, you didn’t bother doing so anymore.

You plant a kiss on his knuckles, snuggling closer to him. “I love you too Sho. Happy anniversary.”

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