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writermask-0807-backupblog · 1 year

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TOSHINORI YAGI X READER {TRISTIS OCULIS." or: "YOU HAVE SAD EYES," }

A/N: It's Writermask, and it's my first post as the ✨BaCkUp bLoG✨!!! I officially got permission by Mod Eve (once-upon-a-scenario, you should really check them out if u already don't follow them), and am so happy!!! 😊this is a new writing s t y l e I've tried, and I hope u enjoy!!

Warnings: ooc Toshinori, mentions of blood, implications of abuse and depression.

HIS eyes are blue.

They're the most bluest you've ever seen- bright, bright sapphire hues, the rich spill of azure and cerulean over the black of the canvas, a slice of cloudless skies, the crystalline haze of the ocean.

And because you can recognize and dissect the character of a person through the shapes and colors of their eyes, (you know that sounds weird, and vaguely disturbing, even inside your head)- you know his eyes are the eyes of someone trustworthy, the eyes of a caring, friendly person- not the usually jaded, maybe even angry individual you usually encounter on these late night shifts.

(It's… refreshing, in a sense. Sort of, anyway. At least he's not glaring at you, impatiently grinding his teeth as you check his things out, or radiating the stifling aura of someone intimidating and not to be trifled with (like that Yakuza man with the cold, golden eyes that you met last week, but you digress), like the usual pew of customers that trickle in at this time of the night.

Instead, this man just looks… incredibly tired even as he manages a polite, feeble smile for you, and his skinny, frail-looking frame slumps with fatigue, like he's particularly world-weary today- as though the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders, heavy with a burden no-one but himself could possibly bear.

There are purple shadows under his eyes, and his cheeks are sunken in, and there's a certain hollowness to the way his sunflower-hued bangs veils his thin, tired face, a certain resignation to the way the sharp planes of his shoulders are hunched together, as he droops tiredly, looking like he's about to black out at any given moment.)

His eyes- those bright forget-me-not blues- they're the eyes of someone bright and cheerful (just… not right now), the eyes of a soft, caring person. They hold true kindness in them- the rare sort of kindness that's genuinely heartfelt, and you can already tell that this tall, lanky skeleton of a man has a big, big heart, and honestly, you have a shrewd feeling that he offers this silent gift of kindness- this unaffordable, rich gift of anyone and everyone who needs it.

And without even knowing this stranger, you just know he's the type of person who'd make a good hero. (Or maybe, the sort of person who's already a great hero, in his own way.) But despite all that, you glimpse something below that bottomless blue of his empty gaze, something hollow and empty, almost like…

Melancholy. Loneliness. Sadness.

And it’s contagious, somehow, in some way or another, and your heart aches for him- because you know that feeling all too well to not be acquainted with its presence, to the agony and inner turmoil that ensues with its touch.

The wilting look of frailty, of fragility in his lowered eyes reminds you of your own dark days- (of spending time curled in on yourself, of the constant hunger roaring through your stomach, of the gaping void of loss in your heart, the wet feel of metal flooding your mouth, of screaming and screaming and screaming for a help that never came-!)

You blink back the sudden bitter sting of memories flooding your mind, and you stare absently at him- at this poor, broken ghost of a man and wonder if this is how you once looked- once upon a time when you lost everything and everyone and had no more purpose to live, and his items suddenly goes limp in your hand as you lower them to the surface of the counter. The words spill out before you can stop them- hold them back, and for some reason, they taste sour on your tongue as you unconsciously murmur them out loud.

"Tristis Oculis."

The blonde startles at the sound of your voice slicing the silence apart, as though he's forgotten your presence for a moment, and then he straightens immediately, hands clenching into fists at his sides, as he goes stiff-shouldered and rigid-spined, like he's ready to be attacked. Despite the cordial smile that's still twisting his thin lips as he realizes there's only you- the entranced cashier behind the counter, there's a wary look in those tundra blue eyes as he tiredly meets your flustered gaze, but there's also confusion veiled behind the fatigue, curiosity laced behind the wariness.

"Sorry?"

He asks mildly, and you falter, breath hitching in your chest, eyes widening in absolute horror, as you realize that you've just voiced your musings aloud, and you slap your exasperated palms over your mouth, petrified at your blunder.

Pure and absolute mortification and embarrassment dawns on you as you realize what you'd just spoken, and you bow immediately, a hurricane of apologies falling uncontrollably from your lips, as shame weighs heavily in your chest, accompanied by the familiar stitch of gnawing guilt knitting your insides together into an uncomfortable, anxiety-induced bunch. You can feel heat rush to your face as your cheeks ignite in a wild, brilliant shade of ashamed scarlet.

You truly are sorry sorry sorry, you really hadn't meant to offend him any sort of way, you hadn't even meant to mutter that phrase aloud, you just-... You're awkward, and not really good at this, and you're deeply sorry, you really are. Sorry sorry sorry.

You tell him as much, your arm flailing about in wild, panicked gestures as you scrabble to bow even more deeply for apology, and you're pretty sure you've confused the poor man even more, as now he's blushing heavily too, wheezing something along the lines of "No, no, there's no need to apologize, really, it's fine!" as he forces a strained, awkward smile for your sake- an effort that doesn't go unnoticed by you, despite the terror clutching at your chest and the panic flooding your veins.

(Really, he's too kind-hearted.)

"But really, what did you mean by that phrase? I'm not… exactly familiar with it. "

The man says, when your panic finally dies down and all formal apologies has been exchanged between the somewhat exasperated him and your horrified self, tilting his head curiously, the corners of his mouth dipping down in a small, curious frown, and despite the blush of embarrassment coloring the apples of your cheeks, you can't help but compare him to an eager puppy. An eager, adorable puppy.

As soon as the thought forms, you snuff it out defiantly, cheeks are flaming even brighter at the- the audacity of it! He's your customer, for God's sake!

(But really, overlooking the momentarily halted drowsiness in his lanky, skeletal limbs, the fatigue sagging his shoulders and tiredness creasing his gaunt face, he really looks… cute. Not that he doesn't look cute regardless, but that's not the point!)

You startle nervously when you realize he's still looking at you, with those intensely blue, blue eyes, steady gaze a relentless blizzard, and you wring your hands together in a nervous tick as you begin to explain your… strangeness.

"T-tristis Oculis. It's um," You smile awkwardly at him, hoping to ease the storm of tension rolling thickly through the atmosphere, (that apparently only you seemed to detect, as the blonde seemed too preoccupied with searching your eyes for an answer.) "It's a- um, a Latin saying. It, uh, it means sad eyes."

You answer, stuttering around the dryness in your mouth, and you tongue feels like a heavy, unmoving weight in your mouth as you reply, fingers flexing tightly as you fist the fabric of your shirt in your clenched palms, to soothe your forever worsening anxiety, and you can feel the flush on your cheeks sear even hotter.

He stays silent, unreadable, (you get the feeling that he's normally a very expressive person, but just… not right now. Maybe you hit a nerve, or finally offended him in some way?) and you begin to panic once more. You fumble to say something, to break the awkward, heavy silence but you fail for the proper words as your mind blanks of all coherent thoughts, meek voice withering at the back of your throat as you desperately try to breathe around the knot of panic squeezing your chest, and your heart lodges in your throat, hammering wildly.

Before you can say anything, however, he speaks first, shattering the pregnant silence, and his voice is an incredibly, deceptively soft whisper, like he's on the verge of breaking down.

"How do you perceive my eyes as sad?"

His cobalt gaze is steady and hard- unlike the barely concealed tremors in his voice, and it pierces right through you, and as you try your very best not to shrink and fidget under the heavy weight of his gaze, you get washed by a sudden, strange sensation that feels odd in the most strangest of ways- like he's peering right into your soul.

(But despite the firmness in his stare, you see the minute shifts, see the way he falters, the smallest of breaths hitching in his chest, the slight widening of those powder blue eyes, the edges of darkness licking at his vision. Honestly, it's tragic, in a sense, because it's like looking into a shattered mirror and seeing what had once been yourself.)

Your heart stutters and throttles in your heaving chest, and you swallow thickly, unsure as to how to answer properly, feeling as though you're treading on very thin ice. It doesn't feel like he’s going to hurt you, however. More like how you were going to hurt him, instead.

You're seized by a sudden melancholy, somber feeling, and you feel the embarrassment ebbing away as you meet the crystal blue of his gaze, and you feel like you're sharing something of a very private, intimate moment, despite both of you barely knowing each other at all.

You decide not to lie. This moment feels too intimate, too precious for you to do so.

The truth is heavy and bittersweet on your tongue as you voice it aloud, and there's still a bashfulness in the way you fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you reply, cheeks flooding with crimson. (You're pretty sure you resemble nothing short of a very red tomato at this point.)

There's a note of strength, a wavering finality in your tone, however- one that leaves no room for argument.

"You- your eyes looked sad. And I- I know it's probably offensive and probably not my place, but, um, you look like someone that's normally really happy and bright, but- just, just very tired right now. Like you're afraid and broken and you want to be helped, but there's no-one for you to call out for… "

And indeed, despite the genuine friendliness and kindness and care that's thinly veiled behind the tire brimming in the ocean blue of his gaze, he has the saddest eyes you've ever seen- like he's breathed the air of war, tasted the bitterness of death and rot- like he's lost too many people and he's afraid and too broken to lose anymore.

(Like he's been strong for too long.)

(There's something unsaid crossing your tongue, and despite the fact that you don't speak it out loud, you know the both of you can hear it's silent voice- because you're both survivors, and you both can recognize and understand each other's pain, hear the desperation better than anyone else ever will.

"I know that look, because I've been there before- in that dark, dreary place you're in right now.")

When you finally muster enough strength to raise your heavy gaze and meet his blistering stare (it's softened considerably), there's a pearlescent liquid collecting at the corners of his eyes, something raw and painful and filled with pure, unadulterated hurt smoldering in his eyes, and it makes your own eyes water with white-hot emotion.

(Because you know exactly how this feels- know how much relief and liberation fills you when someone recognizes your torment and offers help- no matter how meager it is, when your cracks are allowed to mend, when the agony lessens even if it is only by the mercy of some kind words and a gentle smile.)

And as the late evening light of the dying sun spills through the windows, the filter of waning sunlight silhouettes his sharp, lanky (not-so-stiff) profile in spools of molten gold and honey, highlighting the honeycomb color of his wild, wild mane of a hair, and his eyes, those bright, bright sapphire hues gleam like freshly cut gemstones, forget-me-not blues so very vivid and glimmering with a renewed color and life that wasn't there before.

He's smiling through the tears as he lifts a palm to rub at the corners of his eyes, and it's a tender, soft sort of smile, not quite as bright and cheerful as he might've wanted it to be, all sweet and appreciative and gentle as the corners of his eyes crease into half-moons with the force of it.

(And your heart skips a beat as it lurches forward in your chest, and your breath halts, sitting still in your lungs, and your eyes widen, because his smile is so, so beautiful.)

You suddenly realize that nobody else has noticed his pain, tried to heal his hurt the way you have, and the revelation makes your own heart ache for him in the most bittersweetest of ways, and you welcome the pain that follows.

"And the part- the part where you said I'd make a good hero?"

He asks, and there's sort of a hesitation- a tone of rippling hope and childish innocence in his voice that would make anyone buckle at the knees and coo at him, and you feel your cheeks flush scarlet once again. Had you mentioned that part out loud too? Gosh, you're really awkward, aren't you?

His eyes are blue, and they're brimming with a sort of childish inquisition and the rim of tears and hope that you absolutely cannot bear to crush.

So- bearing your broadest, most brightest grin, you answer honestly, and you can't help but love the way those deep forget-me-not blues seem to light up from the inside out.

"I fully believe it."

{BONUS}:-

(And maybe, you'll never learn the secret that the man you would come to know as Toshinori Yagi, and eventually to your best friend and then to your lover, was really the Number One Hero All Might himself, and that on that day, and many days after that, you would be his hero- the person who'd seen him at his lowest and help him climb back onto his feet once again.)

FIN -

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aliveinacoffin · 10 months

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Master List

Of the .1 fics that I've written/posted on here

⋆｡°✩ Spider-Verse ⋆｡°✩

( ´ཀ` ) Miguel O'Hara

Lunch Date - PT1 PT2 - Fluff/Implied F!Reader, can be ignored if you squint

↓ All somewhat connected, neither have to be read to know context, though, I would rec to read top first↑

Come Back To bed - PT1 PT2 - Angst little comfort/GN!Raader

A Difference In Fate - F!Reader, angst no comfort,

Coffee for us - GN!Reader, fluff

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ My Hero Academia ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

✩࿐ General

Boyfriend Imagines - Gen!Reader/Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Shouta Aizawa, Denki Kaminari, & Hizashi Yamada - fluff, headcanons, just tooth-rotting fluff :>

ᓚᘏᗢ Aizawa Shouta/EraserHead Hospital - GN!Reader, angst/fluff comfort, TW suicidal talk, and dying) Strawberry Fanta - PT1 Introduction - (Rest On Ao3! Finished) - NSWF!F!Reader, TW yandere, stalking, violence (his name isn't spelled right I don't think? I'm so sorry) Orange Fanta - PT1 - Story and context on Ao3 - NSFW Fem!Reader, TW Yandere, violence, sexual content, dubious consent/noncon Silent Nights Exhibition - No reader, only zawa NSFW: public nudity, gremliness My own mirror - PT1 - PT2 - no reader, 3rd pov TW: Suicidal thoughts, smoking weed, implied abuse, parent death, brief mentions of ED With my whole heart- GN!Reader, angst/little comfort/none, TW: Yandere, violence, mentions of kidnapping, drugging, staking Hating you as well - PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 - F!Reader, little angst/mostly just the sillies - you just wanted to make friends, but one GUY keeps making that impossible for you, it was like he fucking hated you! And for what!!

❆Shoto Todoroki♨

Deja ya de llorar - GN!Reader, tiny angst/major comfort just cute all around

♬♪ Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada

You're Not Just Him - Pregnant!F!Reader - Fluff - You make your husband take a break from work and have a family day with you and the kids.

✰ ✰ ✰ All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Important To You - Toshinori & Daughter!Reader - angst/no comfort TW! Neglect, parental abuse, depressive episode, mentioned eating problems, bullying, and mjc death - Being the daughter of such an important man was already hard, but after he gets deathly ill and the death of his best advisor? Forget about it!

༺｡° .ᘛThe Last Of Us 1&2ᘚ. ° ｡༻

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ellie Williams

Ellie Band Au Headcanons - no reader- nsfw & sfw parts

☀︎ Grand Theft Auto V ☀︎

Wedding Ring - F!Reader- Smut, cursing, manipulation - Michael De Santa has ghosted you for moths, and now he shows up to your house unexpectedly.

My Ao3!

Unfortunately, I do have unfinished works, and new ones in progress, but it's okay because I guilt myself enough for the both of us.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Requests are OPEN! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Won't do: Scat, water sports, puke (in that way, if ya know what I mean lol). Thats kinda it :)

Will do: Pretty much everything else lmao Post dividers by @cafekitsune

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Fandoms I can do!

MHA

Undertale

Across The SpiderVerse

Rick and Morty

Grand Theft Auto 5

SouthPark

The Last Of Us&1 (Games 2)

Harry Potter

Adventure Time

The disastrous Life of Saiki K

F is for Family

Mystic Messenger (Though, I will warn you I haven't completed the game 100%, so I'll go off what I know so far/what I've seen from the fandom.)

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ao3feed-kiribaku · 12 days

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Youd Have to Stop the World (Just to Stop the Feeling)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/25Xd9ZF by Lokichoki 1500 days. Eijirou hadn't seen Katsuki in 1500 days, and he hadn't called for 1461- the day he left with Izuku and All Might to take America by storm. And take it, they did. Katsuki took a little more than that with him, though. The hostages? His heart, all of his firsts, and his anchor. It was all stranded 6,000 miles away without a trace. ______ That is, until Katsuki gives the interview that changes everything . For better or for worse. [OR: the one where a wedding, huddling for warmth, a bullet to the heart, and angry drunken sex is the perfect (disastrous) formula for Bakugou and Kirishima to finally call it love and get back together] Words: 2070, Chapters: 1/11, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Bakugou Mitsuki, Kirishima Eijirou's Family, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Todoroki Shouto Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Past Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Minor Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Sharing a Bed, Roommates, so much yearning, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Original Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki Has Feelings, Insecure Kirishima Eijirou, Pining Kirishima Eijirou, Minor Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio, Minor David Shield/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Minor Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Mild Sexual Content, Sexual Frustration, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Depressed Kirishima Eijirou, Romantic Friendship, Friends to Enemies, Awkward Dates, Secret Relationship, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Cuddling & Snuggling, Boys Kissing, Gay Disaster Kirishima Eijirou, Closeted Character, Gay Bakugou Katsuki, Beards (Relationships), Denial of Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Communicating, Mentioned Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Aged-Up Character(s), Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Minor Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Missions Gone Wrong, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Alternate Universe - Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Inspired by Music, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Arguing, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Bakusquad Being Idiots (My Hero Academia), Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Friendship, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Jealousy, minor manga spoilers (if you blink you miss it), Insecure Bakugou Katsuki read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/25Xd9ZF

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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bakudeku-recommendations · 1 year

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BKDK Time Travel AU Recommendations

Note: some of these contain smut, suicide, or death of some kind. Make sure to check tags!

P.S. Let me know of any other recommendations you would like! I will try my best to find some good ones :)

1. Second Chance

By: SaysiWrites

Summary: Izuku Midoriya grew up thinking he was Quirkless - turns out he just needed to face death to activate it.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Angst?, Fluff, once you get through all the dark shit, Canon-Typical Violence, Time Travel (kind of), suicide (kind of), Depression (briefly), Non-Graphic Violence, Short Chapters, slowish burn, Temporary Character Death, Don’t copy to another site

2. Fantasia for Two Gentlemen

By: pandoras_thomg

Summary: Pro heroes Ground Zero and Deku get caught in a time-travel villain’s quirk and end up spending the night with each other’s middle school selves. Truths come to light, feelings find their home, and destinies change in summertime.

Tags: Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Middle schooler Bakugou Katsuki, Middle Schooler Izuku Midoriya, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Size Difference, Age Difference, Mirror Sex, Izuku is adorable, Rutting, Creampie, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Explicit Sexual Content, Bottom Midoriya Izuku

3. Time Travel

By: bkdkwritingsdump

Summary: Izuku swaps places with his future self due to the effects of a quirk and finds himself in the apartment he shares with... Katsuki? Who is his boyfriend? Things get emotional as he realizes not only just how wonderful his future is, but that he won't remember any of it when he returns.

Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Time Travel, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Emotional, Sharing a Bed, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Jealousy, Hurt/Comfort, POV Alternating

4. Do it For Them

By: Yuhime

Summary: Katsuki does everything he can to make sure that damn nerd and their apparent daughter from the future are safe until they can figure out a way to return her to her own time.

Tags: bakudeku, class 1-a - Freeform, or atleast most of them, Minor Character Death (Mentioned), More tags will be added as the story progresses, Not Beta'd, Slow Burn, Like real slow, Swearing, eventual smut for the teens, smut for the future couple, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Class 1-A Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Morning Sex, Kidnapping, Shower Sex, Blow Jobs, Rough Oral Sex, Minor Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou, Minor Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Minor Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Public Blow Jobs, First Time

5. hero duo

By: lu_marii

Summary: Pro hero duo Kacchan and Deku are thrown into the past, have a conversation with their old class, and drive their teacher insane.

Tags: Time Travel, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, twinstarsweek

6. My future?

By: Bkdklover95

Summary: Izuku wakes up and he is older? Also why is Kacchan so nice and also who exactly is the future him???

Tags: Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Boyfriend, Cute Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Tease, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Future, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Travel, Daddy Kink, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Funny

7. Off The Clock

By: mythical_song_wolf

Summary: Pro Hero Deku is sent back in time, two months before he ever meets All Might... But it seems like somebody follows him soon enough...

Tags: Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Swearing, Canon Rewrite, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Probably ooc, im trying okay?, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant, Fix-It of Sorts, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Cuddling & Snuggling, Angst, Protectiveness, Tooth-Rotting, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Established Relationship

8. You're My Type

By: Gbo

Summary: Midoriya has a definite type even if he refuses to admit it. With the new edition of 'Top Sexiest Heros', said type becomes painfully clear to the ladies of class 3A. The teasing session that results leaves tensions high... But what would happen if his ultimate type is thrown back from the future.

Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Third Year Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Everyone's 18 y/o, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, IDFK Mineta died or something, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Friendship, Midoriya Izuku Loves Bakugou Katsuki, Embarrassed Midoriya Izuku, Izuku has a type and it's blondes, You'll see what I mean, Quirk Accident (My Hero Academia), Time Travel, They get swapped, 28-year-old Bakugo Katsuki, 28-Year-Old Midoriya Izuku, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Sex God Bakugo Katsuki, no beta - we die like Sir Nighteye, Eventual Smut, Canon Compliant, Kaminari Denki is a Little Shit, Uraraka Ochako is a menace

9. Every Day, Again and Again

By: bundie

Summary: Stupid fucking quirk accidents. One minute, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight was fighting some C-List villain side by side with his hero partner Deku, and the next, he was blasted through some swirling mass of violet light. The last thing he heard was the broken call of “Kacch–!” before he was slamming face first into a brick wall. Where the fuck was he?

Tags: Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Future Fic, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Accident (My Hero Academia), Bullying, Middle School Student Bakugou Katsuki, Middle School Student Midoriya Izuku, Time Travel, Established Relationship

10. once upon a younger year (when all our shadows disappear)

By: ArbitraryCategories

Summary: 25-year old Pro Heroes Deku and Dynamight have been bringing Hope and Victory to the citizens living in AFO's Japan for years now. Unfortunately, a new League recruit calling herself Vanish gets in a lucky shot, and suddenly the Wonder Duo finds themselves in a strikingly undamaged park—face to face with their 13-year-old selves. Stuck in the past, they decide that there's only one thing to do: save the future.

Tags: One For All Quirk, Haunted by Past One For All Users' Ghosts (My Hero Academia), Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Middle School Student Midoriya Izuku, Middle School Student Bakugou Katsuki, U.A. High School (My Hero Academia), U.A. Teacher Midoriya Izuku, Teacher Bakugou Katsuki, dadmight, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, villains made up for plot, time travel villain for no reason other than i needed SOMETHING, Engaged Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, found family except he found them from a distance, Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Overuse of italics, I will add character tags and relationships as they show upor as they are mentioned insert evil laughter here, realized i forgot to tag swearing, Swearing, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Toga Himiko is Not a Villain, Adopted Toga Himiko

#bkdk #fanfic #time travel #fanfic recommendation #fanfiction #ao3fic #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 bakudeku #mha smut #fluff #time travel au #bakudeku #requests open

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 9 months

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It's Not My Party (but I'll Cry if I Want To)

It’s not my party (but I’ll cry if I want to) by Jaemes

It's Izuku's birthday today!

It was a bit weird that no one said anything to him, but it's okay! He figured out! They are planning him a surprise birthday party and he can't wait!

Today will be perfect! It has to be.

Words: 6617, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Monoma Neito, Class 1-A

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Monoma Neito

Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Being an Idiot, Kaminari Denki Being An Idiot, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Monoma Neito is a Good Friend, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Depressed Midoriya Izuku

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48981094

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Bakugou Katsuki #Aizawa Shouta #Shouto Todoroki #R:G #A:Jaemes #Dadzawa #Mental Illness

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ao3feed-izch · 2 months

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Morningstar Mashup

by GaiusM

Izuku Midoriya lies unconscious in a hospital bed. His attempt to rescue Bakugo Katsumi was successful, but has left him dead to the world.

Lucifer Morningstar has spent the last 17 years desperately trying to find a way to return to the woman he loves and their son.

At the edge of creation beacon lights. It’s time for the Big Boss of Hell Himself to make a comeback.

Take that depression!

Words: 1731, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon), Helluva Boss (Web Series)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Uraraka Ochako, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Lute (Hazbin Hotel), Emily (Hazbin Hotel)

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kendou Itsuka/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Lute, Midoriya Izuku/Emily, Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar & Midoriya Inko, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar & Midoriya Izuku, Charlie Magne | Morningstar & Midoriya Izuku, Charlie Magne | Morningstar & Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Midoriya Izuku/Everyone, Midoriya Izuku/Toga Himiko

Additional Tags: Fluff and Crack, U.A. is a University (My Hero Academia), Lucifer is doing his best, Charlie loves her brother, Inko is best mom, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Female Bakugou Katsuki, Female Todoroki Shouto, Take that depression!, Rubber Ducks

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54459763

#ao3feed #dekuraka #izch #izuku midoriya #izuocha #ochako uraraka #ochadeku #auto

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ao3feed-dadzawa · 1 year

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I am a Person (Please Don't Forget Me)

I am a person (please don't forget me) by Just Willow

Izuku is tired and done. He trains nearly everyday and it still isn't enough for All Might. The feelings get bottle up but the have to explode somewhen.

And Explode they do.

Or Izuku goes off on one when All Might tells him to train harder. Dadzawa to the rescue.

Words: 2210, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, All Might is a bad mentor, Depressed Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Mess, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has Chronic Pain, Suicidal Thoughts, References to Depression, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, One For All Quirk Haunted by Past One For All Users' Ghosts, One For All Quirk is Revealed, Midoriya Inko Tries, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing, Dadzawa, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Break, BAMF Midoriya Izuku

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44693746

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♥#Erasermic #Izuku Midoriya #Yagi Toshinori #R:T #W:S #A:Just #Dadzawa #Ghost AU #Mental Illness #Hurt Comfort #Angst

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allmightluver · 8 months

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I made a thing

#I release this masterpiece to you #do with it what you will #toshinori yagi has depression #toshinori yagi #yagi toshinori #all might #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mental health #mentally ill #mental illness #depression

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dekusfluffyhair · 8 months

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Toshi cannot stop thinking of his boy even when he’s supposed to be concentrating on his fight. I have no words to describe their level of devotion

#mha #dadmight #izuku midoriya #deku #all might #dadmight deku mha bnha all might #mha midoriya #mha headcanons #toshinori yagi #toshinori yagi has depression #yagi toshinori #bnha #dad might #midoriya izuku

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ao3feed-toshinko · 4 months

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Blood bound

by bug_orsomething

When he is barely 9 years old, Midoriya Izuku’s father is killed in a battle between his former favorite hero and some unknown villain. Not only that but Yagi Toshinori is the only civilian casualty. This causes a hatred to grow in Izuku for the hero who failed to save his father, that is until years later when his mom and an unexpected guest reveal the truth about what really happened that day. Oh yeah, and that apparently his entire life was a lie.

Words: 6624, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Mitsuki, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko & Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye

Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is Midoriya Izuku's Parent, Dead Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Grief/Mourning, Angry Midoriya Izuku, Depressed Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Inko Tries, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye Being An Asshole, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku are Best Friends, Middle School Student Midoriya Izuku, Middle School Student Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Has Panic Attacks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52683817

#ao3feed #toshinko #all might #yagi Toshinori #Inko Midoriya

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wren-again · 6 months

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Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Whump, Midoriya Izuku Whump, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Slow Burn, ish, Aged-Up Character(s), Past minor character death, izuku killed Shigaraki, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Domestic Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Minor Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Minor Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, simple joys, little ways of showing affection, Healing, there's no quick fix for trauma but i promise things get better, Established Friendship, New Romantic Relationship, way too many mentions of food, Midoriya Izuku Has Issues, but I'm not qualified to label them all, Canon typical injuries, Past Violence, Midoriya Izuku-centric, Midoriya Izuku is Not a Hero, Midoriya Izuku Drops Out of UA, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Bakugou Katsuki Needs Therapy, Sad but soft, touch and company and acts of service, Bakugou Katsuki is trying his best

Word count: 1,854 (expected to end up around 35k)

Chapters: 1/26

Summary:

Izuku Midoriya is defined by two major character traits: hope, and endless motivation. Or, well, he was... Ten years after he crashed and burned he has nothing left of his former life. Almost nothing. He still has Kacchan. He won't fucking leave. (Not that Izuku, actually, wants him to)

#bakudeku #bakudeku fanfic #bakudeku angst #mha #bnha #my hero academia #fanfic

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aliveinacoffin · 10 months

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request for maybe an all might fic of him neglecting (not paying any attention) to his daughter. And she’s depressed in the inside (but even more after sir night eyes death) but outside she is “happy and cheerful”. But then she just gives up on her looks and behaviour and then someone notices and tells him and then he finally acknowledges her and when he asks what’s wrong she finally snaps at him. (Sorry if this is long)

That's okay! Are you the person who requested the same for the aizawa fic? Your ideas are so good but so sad 🥲 I hope you're not going through a tough time :( also, I was unsure if you wanted it to be in readers pov, but it was already too late when I started, oops T_T

Important To You

Being the daughter of such an important man was already hard, but after he gets deathly ill and the death of his best advisor? Forget about it!

TW: Neglect, parental abuse, depressive episode, mentioned eating problems, bullying, death,

Being the illegitimate and unwanted daughter of Toshinori Yagi wasn't all too bad. He was often times caring and meek, not really knowing how to be a dad to the daughter he never wanted.

But being the daughter of All Might? It was the worst thing in the world.

It made you feel guilty to feel that way. You knew his job was important, he had saved hundreds of lives every day for fucks sake! But he used to always be All Might. He had never been Toshinori, ever.

He used to never be home, always at his agency or out working. He used to just wire you money to let you fend for yourself if he remembered. Sir Night Eye, or as you knew him, Uncle Mirai, has been there from the beginning to make sure you were fed and made sure you were alive and safe every day. Ever since you were little, he would send someone from his agency to pick you up from school or from home to take you to his office.

Ever since your father's accident, his fight with All For One that left him chronically hurt, he had been spending more time at home. But it was all for naught since he just spent time locked away in his room or trying some new healing technique to try and get him back to his prime. He was still just as distant as always, but instead of the distance that separated you, it was the emotional availability.

Currently, you were sitting in your uncle-not-uncle's office doing school work while he typed away at his computer. Apparently, he was working with the Hero Commission for some secret project. Whatever it was, you knew it was serious business. Usually, he'd spill the beans to you, hoping that Hero business would rub off on you to give you more smarts or something like that. But you had never been usually interested in stuff like that, so most of the time, it was a lost cause.

But this time you were extremely interested, but he just wouldn't tell you.

"Please? Why won't you tell me? You know I won't tell anybody else, not like I could anyway." You muttered pitifully, scooting your school desk over to him. It was one he got for you when you were small, and he just continuously upgraded it as you got older. Faded drawings could still be seen, the main one still as bright as ever.

It was a stick figure of you and Mirai holding hands in an office, while All Might was a small figure in the clouds.

Spread out on your desk were math papers. You were a second year in a reasonably priced high school. What? Did you expect the quirkless daughter of the technically quirkless number one hero to go to hero school? Or even a prestigious high school? Hah, in your dreams.

"Because I can't. This is a very important mission. Hopefully, it will be over soon." Mirai said, his stiff form diligently working.

You sighed, hitting your head on your desk. Looking at your homework made your head spin, so you packed it up and pushed your desk to the back of his office. You grabbed the chair from the desk behind him and pulled up to sit next to him.

He immediately glared at you and exited all his open tabs. He called out to you, scolding you. You groaned and got up to face the back of his computer.

Mirai sighed and shook his head, mumbling a thank you as he reopened his work.

You took out your phone to play around on it, and you could feel his harsh gaze on you. You looked up, and half expected that he would tell you to 'smile more' or 'try to be more funny', but that's not what he said at all.

"What have you eaten today?" His voice was stern, almost cold in the way he said it.

You've always been in the middle of the weight class, with nearly childish features you inherited from your father. But you have never been the weight you could've been, always just falling short. Like always.

"Food, I ate today." You mumbled, looking away. Lying wasn't that hard for you. You lied all the time. Yes, I'm fine! Oh, don't worry about me, I'm just not hungry. Yes, my life is great! But when it came to your uncle? There was always a guilt there, like you were committing egregious sins when you lied about your homework or how home was like. The pain and squirming guilt outmatched the grumbling of your empty stomach.

"I asked what you ate today. You need to take better care of your body, you're a growing teenager, you must eat the proper meals to grow." Mirai scolded you, quickly opening an email to send some intern to get you food.

"It just slipped my mind." You shrugged, looking down like a pouting child.

"Then set reminders." He countered, not caring about your sour mood.

Sometime later, Mirio's shining face came in with a hearty meal and a large bottle of water.

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The mood was off, and everyone could tell, and you were no fool to it.

"Why's everyone so tense?" You asked, flinging your backpack at the entryway. Dragging a nearby chair to sit in front of Mirai's desk, taking your usual spot.

"Do you remember the case we're working on?" Mirai asked, green hair mussed and slightly greasy.

"The one you won't tell me about? Yeah." You scooted closer to his desk, leaning over in anticipation.

Today had been shit. There had been a presentation in class about your family history. Of course, you tried to get info from your father, but that ended up being pointless.

"Dad?" Your voice was small, and the knock you landed on your father's bedroom door was smaller.

There was rustling, on the other end. "Yes, hun?" He called out to you, somewhere in the depths of his room. Not bothering to even face you to talk to you.

"I uhm-I have an assignment for class, and I need your help." You said, suddenly feeling embarrassed. You held the paper in your hands, the edges crinkling slightly as your nerves got the best of you.

"Oh? Why don't you ask Mirai, I'm sure he's much better equipped for your school assignments." You could hear the sound of papers hitting a desk, and a feeling of sadness filled you. They were probably lesson plans for that one student at U.A., the one he had been training the past couple of months. He was giving that one random kid more attention than you had gotten from him your whole life.

"Because for this one, I need to ask about my family history. It's about gathering information about my parents and grandparents and so on, it's to show our research skills. It's a summative grade." You explained. A large part of you was in denial, there was no way he'd say no, right?

"W-well-" Suddenly, his thin form peeked out the door, a kind smile on his face. "I'm really busy at the moment, how about later we can go through the closet and try to find some old pictures, huh?" Your father reassured.

"O-oh, okay!" You nodded fervently, trying to hide your disappointment. You went into the apartment living room, and sat down on your couch, pulling out the expectations and requirements for the assignment.

Later never came.

You did the same next day, asking him to help you, and each day was the same. Tomorrow alright? Oh later, is that okay? Each and every time, later never came. Timidly, you asked him why he kept pushing you off, trying to stress just how important this assignment was to your grade.

"Oh! I'm so sorry honey, my side has just been acting up, and I have so much work to do that it must've slipped my mind. I'm so sorry, how about I make it up to you? We'll get ice cream later, how about that?" Your father promised, his two bunny ears bouncing as he bowed slightly as he apologized.

"A-alright, as long as we get my assignment done." You said, trying to sound stern. Your tears threatening to spill out.

Later. Never. Came.

When it came time to present your assignment in front of the whole class, you were humiliated beyond belief and got the worst grade out of the class.

Back to the present, Uncle Mirai sighed and looked over at you from his computer.

"Well, we're finally making a move on them tomorrow. I have been doing extensive research, and I can only strive for the best outcome." Mirai was looking down on you, but you knew he was trying to comfort you.

You had gotten wind of how serious this project was from wandering the halls of the building, seeing how solemn and serious people looked, and overhearing hushed whispers made you somewhat aware of what was happening. But not only that, the look of your uncle's appearance became more and more disheveled the more you saw him, just seeing how overworked he was.

"That's great! I'm sure this will help the agency's notoriety right?" You trusted your uncle's abilities, you knew how strong he was, how smart and capable both he and his team was. You didn't have a shadow of a doubt that he'd be fine. He had to be, after all. You had no one else but him. You didn't have friends, growing up around your uncle and absent father didn't exactly give you the best people skills. Everyone either thought you were weird, or a freak. Especially as a kid when you tried to brag that All Might was your father.

"But he is! All Might is my dad!" You exclaimed, tears filling your eyes as you stomped on the ground.

"Then how come you don't have a cool quirk like him? How come you don't have any pictures of him? How come he never picks you up from school or shows up to school?" The other kids jeered, a small group of other kindergarteners surrounding, you trapping you.

"Because he's busy! My uncle just says I'm a late bloomer!"

"More like a lame loser! Stop lying for attention." You felt a pair of hands shove you to the ground, and the group dispersed.

The rest of your childhood was the same, you gave up around middle school trying to convince people. The bullying just became too much for you. Around that same time, you stopped eating as much, and stopped caring about your appearance, what you wore, and what you did.

Your hair was long and often tangled, the ends light from all the damage done to your hair, your constant eyebags deep and dark, your unhealthy weight from either the lack of food or the lack of proper food. The only reason you even bothered to eat was to make sure you didn't upset your uncle, he was the one to make dentist appointments, hair appointments, and doctors appointments. He was the only one who ever came to important ceremonies for school, sometimes even going to parent-teacher conferences for you, he was the one to hold you after school while you cried, the one always there for you. Your uncle was the only one who even cared about you.

"The justice we will bring will be greater than the fame we will gain." He nodded, piercing yellow eyes boring into you. As if he could read your mind and not the future, he turned fully to you, giving you his full undivided attention.

"I promise it'll all work out in the end, you're a strong and capable girl. Now tell me, did Yagi ever help you with your assignment?" Mirai asked though both of you knew the answer.

You turned away from him, trying to hide the embarrassed tears that came crawling to the surface. "I failed, and now I barely have a C in that class."

He sighed and took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. He groaned and looked at you with annoyed eyes. "I should've known."

That made you giggle.

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"Well, we're finally making a move on them tomorrow."

Today.

After school you immediately raced home, sending a text to Centipeder or Moashi, that you wouldn't need a ride to the office. There was no point anyway, your uncle wasn't there to keep you company.

You remember the first conversation you had with him, a funny misunderstanding that was the first development of your Kind Guardian/Kid relationship.

"I just don't understand." He said from the front of the car one day, unprompted.

"Uhm, what..do you not understand?" You piped up after a beat of silence, confused.

"well, for Sir Nighteye to even acknowledge someone, they must make him at least smile. But I haven't heard you tell even a pun to him, and yet he is very open with you. I am...also confused about the nature of your relationship." Moashi confessed, eyes constantly going back and forth between you and the road.

"O-oh, I'm his niece. And I'm...not very funny, I'm too awkward to try and tell him a joke every day." Your voice was weak and trailed off, embarrassment filling you. But you had told the truth, you struggled to even ask to go to the bathroom, let alone try the daunting task of trying to tell a joke. He hadn't made you do it when you were too young to tie your shoes, why suddenly start now?

"ah, I apologize for my unprofessionalism." He asked, embarrassed himself too.

Since then, you felt a little bit more comfortable around him, even if most days you sat in the back looking out the window.

Still, none of that mattered when you turned on the TV, feeling like a little get as you sat right in front of the screen.

"Oh sweetie, please don't sit so close to the screen, it's bad for your eyes." You could hear your father's voice behind you.

You didn't even bother to pull your attention from the screen when you spoke to him, "You know that's actually not true. Plus, Uncle Mirai has his raid today, and I need to know the result." You quickly surfed through channels, and you jumped when you found the one you needed. A helicopter was circling above an inconspicuous-looking house, absolutely swarmed with heroes.

"That's today? I hope young Midoriya will be okay." Toshinori mumbled, and it made you glare at your TV screen without realizing it. Your emotions were on the fritz, you hadn't eaten since yesterday, hadn't slept, hell you hadn't even drunk water. Too nervous to do anything other than go through the motions of life. Your head hurts, your eyes stung, and you felt like absolute shit, but you needed to know.

You heard your father sit down behind you, but you didn't move an inch to give him a better view.

Then, it began.

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They won.

The heroes won, and they arrested all members of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza. But there were heroes so gravely injured that they needed to be life-lined out, and when they zoomed in on the victims' faces, listing off their names, both you and your estranged father ran to the car to race to the hospital.

Normally, your father was a strict follower of the rules, especially when it came to the laws of the road. But at this moment, the speed limit just didn't exist.

Hell, you guys were pushing a hundred while on your way to the hospital, the ride deathly silent. You were too terrified to speak, and your father remained unreadable to you.

The ride to the hospital was the most unbearable experience of your life.

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You ran ahead of your father, not even helping him get out of the car as you burst into the hospital. Hurridly, you ran up to the receptionist, speedily saying your name and asking for Mirai Sasaki. She pointed you to his secluded room, and you didn't even bother to thank her as you took off at top speed.

It felt like your world was crashing down, your breath coming in short, and panicked. You could barely breathe, barely think, the only thing you could do was run.

Your lungs burned when his room came into sight, a scream was worming its way from your throat, your heart and chest burned absolutely alit with fear.

Some part of your mind registered a green-haired boy and a blonde boy in the room, but it didn't matter as you slammed the door open.

A sob forced its way out your mouth when you opened the door, your eyes clouding with tears when you drank in the sight of your uncle. "Mirai!" That scream tore its way out of you in a voice you couldn't recognize as yourself.

You rushed over to his side, grasping onto the sidebars as if your life depended on it like it was the only thing keeping you here on earth.

The display of his health horrified you. His usually cunning eyes were dull and glazed over. His naked body was filled to the brim with tubes, filling the hole in the middle of his abdomen. His body was weak, the blue veins visible under his thin flesh, covered in sweat as he weakly breathed, his lungs wheezing with the strenuous task of pumping hair into his body. He looked over to you slowly, a small smile tugging across his face as if the mere act of making a minuscule smile drained what little life force he had left. His usually neat hair was mussed up, a sight people rarely saw because his appearance was the second most important thing to him.

He reached a shaking hand to you and placed it gently on yours. It was such a stark difference, the feeling of his cold and weak hand gently resting on your hand, still clenching as hard as you could next to him. Tears were freefalling now, hitting his pale arm and sliding down it. His hand trembled on top of yours, and you hurridly grasped it with both of yours to ease the shaking.

"U-uncle-y-you-" You tried to speak, but snot and tears made it difficult to speak. Your throat was tight, the feeling of thorns and barbed wire made it near impossible to even breathe.

He called out to you, voice soft and small, shushing you in an instant. "Breathe, you must calm down. You're having a panic attack." Mirai's words were shaky, and he tried his best to reassure you, even at a time like this.

"But you're-you're-" You couldn't even finish your sentence, couldn't even think of the word coming to your mind.

Dying.

He was dying.

Your uncle, the man who raised you, the man who made sure you ate every day, who made sure you had clothes, who taught you to tie your shoes, brushed your hair, and had held you on your best and worst days, Mirai Sasaki was dying.

And there was nothing to stop it.

When your father had almost died in his fight with All For One, you had been upset, sure. But Mirai had reassured you that he'd live, he even used his quirk to ease your worries, so you hadn't been as worried. Sure, it was still a deeply traumatizing event and was a hard time for you and your father. But you had Mirai, you always had Mirai.

And now he was leaving you, he was leaving you behind. The man who had replaced your father your whole life was abandoning you, and there was no way to stop it.

"Please, please don't leave me." You cried, finally managing to say words to him.

Mirai's face never faltered from his gentle smile, and his eyes crinkle slightly. "My child, please don't cry. Please don't forget your smile." He looked up at the ceiling and rested his hands on his wheezing chest. Your uncle's body completely relaxed, but he still had a smile on his face.

"When you were born, your father...did not want to keep you. Toshinori wanted to leave you at an orphanage, but I refused. I wanted you, I wanted you so badly I promised to take care of you. So I did. For the first couple of years of your life, I took complete care of you." He wheezed. "But he realized just how precious you were, so he took you back." Mirai mustered up the strength to look at you again, and it was obvious that the smile on his face was fake. "I've regretted that day every day. I should've kept you and raised you on my own. So I made sure to the best of my abilities that you were okay. But, I failed." Now, tears were falling from his eyes.

"Nno, no you didn't-" You started, voice full of panic, but he shushed you.

"Let me finish." He took a deep breath in and continued. "Every day I knew I should've kept you, it pained me to see you in such miserable conditions. Before I realized it, I had grown contempt for Toshinori. I hated seeing you in such a state, but I never wanted you to hate your father, so I just tried to help you in any way I could, and kept my anger to myself. I don't know when, but you had morphed into my own daughter over time. Maybe you always were, I'm unsure. Still, I want you to know one thing. I love you, and I always have. Please, promise me you'll live your life with a smile on your face and a kind heart, don't forget who you are." You gasped, trying to get as much air through the tears and agony.

"I promise, I swear on my life I'll honor your legacy the best I can." At this point, you were practically in the hospital bed with him, hunched over and clawing at his shoulders and hands.

"Remember to take care of yourself, live for me, and grow older than I'll ever be." Mirai shakily reached up to grasp at your face, weakly trying to wipe away your tears.

You closed your eyes, trying to appreciate and memorize his touch. "I pinky promise, I love you so much." Your eyes flew open when his touch disappeared, and your heart broke at the sound of his heart monitor flatlining.

At that moment, when nurses rushed in and your father's weak hands tried to pry you away you felt it.

Everything after that day was a blur.

Your world stopped that day.

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You don't remember how you got home that day, or what you did the rest of that week. Hell, even his funeral was a blur. You didn't go to school, didn't eat, didn't sleep, you didn't even leave your room. You just didn't exist anymore, like you had died with him.

Moashi had tried to contact you, calling and texting you constantly. He wanted to go over the will. His will.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to answer him, or to check your phone, or even to look over to see it.

A week or two or however long into your depressive episode, your father came into your room. He was holding a plate of food and a glass of water, looking just as bad as you.

"I brought you food." Toshinori whispered like you were ready to break at any moment. Maybe you were, or maybe it was too late, and you were already broken, instead, he was being careful of the pieces of your heart that were scattered around.

You didn't even spare him a glance, still staring at the ceiling. "I'm not hungry." You didn't even sound like you, voice rough and damaged. Vocal cords fried from unuse.

"You must eat. You cannot keep living like this. What would Mirai-" Your father started, and you shot up out of your bed.

"Stop. Don't you fucking dare use his name. You have no right to even think of him." You growled, getting up out of your messy bed. You hadn't changed your clothes from that day, your life was slowly slipping away from you, and even doing basic tasks seemed impossible. You knew you smelt, you knew you were a disgusting mess, and you could feel the grime and filth from lack o personal hygiene and care. But you just couldn't.

Your head swam from the sudden movement, your body trying to shut down on you. You felt weak and disorientated, and the constant gnawing hunger pains ate away at you. Your teeth ached, your head and body itched, your body and mind just hurt.

"Do you have any idea how horrible it was to live with you? Oh, sorry, to live by myself? I used to get bullied for trying to tell everyone you were my dad, it got so bad that I stopped talking at one point because every day people were telling me to kill myself. I used to not eat, and did you ever notice? No! Because All Might didn't have a daughter, so he was never home. He was there for every fucking person in Japan but his daughter. There were times when I didn't come home, and you didn't even notice wasn't there. Did you even care if I ate? What I do? You let me fail an assignment because it was just too much of a bother. Who do you think took care of you when you almost died? Where were you all the times I stayed home because I was sick?" Your voice was raw, and your throat burned from the agony of yelling at him. But you didn't care, you didn't even have any tears left to cry. You had nothing left.

"Mirai was always there to kiss my wounds, he came to everything. Ever wondered if I know how to play instruments? What my hobbies are? Mirai did! He encouraged me to pursue what I loved and came to all my plays, and performances, kept every drawing I made him, every craft I did." You fell to the floor, exhausted. You looked up to Toshinori Yagi, the stranger you've lived with for the past sixteen years. He was not your father, he never had been, your real father, the man who loved you unconditionally and wholeheartedly was dead. And he was never coming back.

"I hate you, I wished I had never been born to a man like you. You're not my father, you've never been my father. You should've died instead of him." You spoke your truth, glare downright murderous as you watched the horrified man in front of you. You felt no regret as he started to tear up, clutching his damaged side in pain.

You'd live up to your promises to your father, but you'd also never come to regret the words you uttered to the man who you shared blood with.

Just because you shared blood with someone, that did not automatically make them family.

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Holy shit;;;;; that was 4,538 words. Longest one-shot I ever fucking wrote. My computer is literally slowing down because I wrote this all on Tumblr lmaooo

Kinda don't like the ending, but I had so much fun writing this,,,, THANK YOU SO MUCH WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS, at first I was nervous because 'oh no how tf do I write this' but then it just started FLOWIN gyat dayum.

anyways, little notes incase you were wondering,,

Reader was abandoned by her mom after she was born, and mummy dearest managed to hand her back to toshi before she disappeared,,later she died pretty young, so, unfortunately, kiddo will never meet her. Toshi wanted to leave her because he couldn't deal with a child, but sir felt an instant connection with her and wanted her,,so he really did raise her but toshi saw how cute she was and was just like 'it wont be hard to raise a child right?' how wrong he was,,over time sir started to hate toshi, meaning his room isn't decked out in all might merch and isn't as harsh on deku and mirio when they come around,,if anything, kiddo made him much softer than he is in anime, because he knows what its like to be a dad(tm),, he never took her back because he didn't want her to hate toshi, so he just kept his anger to himself. (meaning he ain't creepy to bubble girl, thinking if anyone did that to his daughter hed fuckin kill them),,in his will, he left the agency to centipder so thats still the same, but he's under strict directions to train reader to one day take over the agency for her own, not caring that shes quirkless. Reader and all might will never make up, and when he dies, she will not feel regret nor sadness over his death, she will silently hate deku from the sidelines, and will be an endeavor fan (ick) ([okay sorry that want little but I love her-])

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