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heellllooo all! happy holidays to those who celebrate ! i finally got around to putting up the theme @grndzeros made for me a few months back ! thank you soooo much ! it’s so beautiful ;u; so sorry i took so long to put it up ! i’ll certainly come back on this bloggo tomorrow to work on some replies ! nevertheless, this blog is low activity. 

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i love my dad!!!  

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The cutest mom - Midoriya Inko

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    “Yeah well ah- s-sometimes quiet’s better for focus, right?” And it wasn’t strictly wrong that Izuku preferred to study without music playing or anything; he did tend to have news or some other video, particularly broadcasts talking about heroes or topical saves of the day. Today, though, just quiet, and a blank sheet of meant-to-be-done homework. He closed his eyes as his mother pressed the kiss to his head, his smile lifting in a bit more sincerity. 

    Much better now that I got home; Izuku could relate. So rough day all around. That was fair. Mom didn’t seem to greatly dislike her job, but as was the nature of living, some days were just harder than others. He could see the toll it took on her. He could see how tired she seemed after work, and then having to come home and deal with his…. he couldn’t do that to her. He’d figure it out. Just….

    Some days were harder than others. Yeah. 

    Ahh, but her eyes caught the blank paper, and Izuku felt a tug of embarrassment within him. He could have had this done in an hour if he hadn’t just been spacing out and tapping his pencil as he thought. “It’s ah- It’s okay, I just… I wasn’t really concentrating. If I buckle down, I can have it done really fast. See, it’s not hard-! I just-”

    Oh great. The dreaded how was school question. Izuku almost bit his tongue, dropping his head nervously to look at his hands in his lap. “It was- fine. It was fine. Ah…” He looked up again after a moment of trepidation, a sort of relieved, but resigned look to him as he reiterated, “Much… better now that I’m home.” A sentiment they could share. It was not debatable that Izuku enjoyed school; he did! He loved learning, and he excelled at it most of the time. He was a smart child with all the self-motivation needed to be a high-marks academic sort. So it wasn’t the curriculum that bothered him.

    He picked back up his pencil. “I’ll have this done in like, half an hour. Did- did you want help with dinner? I can help tonight if you want.” Subtle topic change? Not particularly, but a topic change none-the-less. With Mom, there was no telling if it’d take, though… Izuku didn’t get his stubborn streak from nowhere, after all…

       a considering hum resonates between mother and son; perhaps, the quiet would favor his focus. yet, it doesn’t seem to convince a heart swaddled in concern. the quiet was just that. a silence where there is no promise of serenity, no promise of safety. it’s eerie and peculiar when it comes to the youth. merely the ever budding doubt prevails. she doubts nothing is wrong and as much as he may deviate from the truth --- she wishes she could shake it out of him. give him the promise of safety to share what plagues his young heart. despite this irrevocable feeling, she bites her tongue. it wasn’t the right time to press him for answers. not yet...

       albeit, if she could guess...it’d be regarding the ‘diagnosis’ --- something she herself struggled to articulate, to reassure him over. how do you reassure your child in a situation like this? it is in these moments she wishes hisashi were around to guide him and bestow ‘pon him the words she couldn’t even begin to gather.

      izuku hadn’t been the same since that day at the doctor’s office. his smile never truly reached his eyes anymore and the tears would seek refuge at the brim of his lids as he watched the heroes save the day time and time again. a continuous slap in the face, a constant reminder he’d never be on that screen. knowing that he could never be a part of that, at that capacity and at the magnitude he wanted, it crippled her, left her scrambling for words. the devastation she felt...she knew he felt it tenfold. she couldn’t even begin to fathom how she could relate. knowing he wasn’t happy and she could do nothing about it, however --- that’s her plight. 

       ❛ i know you can do it, sweetheart. just thought to ask...you know you can always ask for help, right?’ the inquiry leaves a vow of acknowledgement; a mother always knows when something isn’t quite right. it is when he responds to her question about school that her suspicions are rather cemented. the fear, the pause, the look of resignation, the utterance that mimicked her own. there wasn’t a single ounce of him enthusiasm over the prospect of school, not how he used to be. it takes significant willpower for her not to question him in that moment, knowing full well it would lead them nowhere. no. instead, she’d wait. ❛ that would be great ! how’s katsudon sound ? andddddddd...’ she spares her small watch a glance, ❛ it’s still pretty early, maybe we could catch a movie too? ’   

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WARNING !!  :  no student or faculty between the ages of 0 and 25 should reside within 10 meters of or make sustained direct eye contact with all might. failure to follow these guidelines will cause him to immediately assume a strong parental role in your life. 

loved by hope ! ★

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        all but what reverberates amid the expanse of the kitchen is a blaring shatter. goodbye to its contents as it all splays across iridescent tile, along with pieces of ceramic. her son’s favorite pastry long since a foreign concept as forest eyes widen, brimmed with tears unshed. astonishment buries itself deep within her veins and she is left scrambling for words, ❛...wha...you...hi...sa...shi ?! ’ 

        she blinks, rubs at her eyes as if the mere thought of him is simply a dream, a hallucination her brain has concocted. recently, he’d been on her mind. wondering how proud he’d be of his son, wondering over his whereabouts, wondering why he never picked up the phone. sure enough, he stands before her. it’s all too much. too damn much. her hands find purchase along the counter, holding herself up --- attempting to ease the threat of fainting. ❛ am i finally going crazy ? ’   

*  @amotherlove   liked a starter

❛          I     am     Home     ❜               Surely     wasn’t     something     he     deserved     to     say,     yet     the     words     ringed     past     lips     in     a     sort     of     sweet     tone.     Wasn’t     expecting     much     though,     maybe     getting     kicked     back     out     or     a     wave     of     emotions.    

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I like to imagine inko uses her quirk to play with bby deku!!

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Recovery 02

Lyrics from “So Big / So Small” from Dear Evan Hansen

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            ❝ …hello, Midoriya-san. …nice to see you again. All Might asked me to bring Deku his homework, since he was absent today. ❞

            It was like pulling teeth as the boy in question grumbled as politely as he could manage, his gaze cast down at the stoop, intently focused on his own shoes. Why the hell did he have to be the one to bring the shitty nerd his homework, anyway? All Might knew damn well the level of friction between Bakugo and his suddenly strength endowed childhood friend. And now, to top it all off, it hadn’t even been Deku who’d answered the door! Now he had to fumble through an interaction with Deku’s mother, a woman who he hadn’t had the occasion to speak with in some odd number of years, but who would undoubtedly remember him as the scrawny little pipsqueak he used to be when he and Deku had socialized in grade school.

          the seconds drag on, delayed and unhurried in her response. she blinks slow, the sight of him takes a sheer moment to catch up on her. recollection fails her, strips her of the last time he’d even shown up at their home. perhaps, the last time was when the pair of them would venture off and play, or ride their tricycles in the courtyard. it’s been years, that she is certain of. and what was once a small boy with a fiery persona, now stands a fervent young man hellbent on striving for the best. somethings never fully change, fortunately so. in a way, the young one before her had remained a consist presence in her son’s life --- one she felt inexorably grateful for. 

     ❛ oh, bokugo-kun ! thank you for this, so kind of you ! izuku’s been down with the flu, practically had to threaten him to stay in bed. ’ her head shakes incredulously over his actions, smile gracing her features as she props the door open wider. ❛ would you like to come in ? ’ 

/ @grcnadier​

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       i’ll be back, friends! just...lazy and work is crazy but so not dropping my fave green mom ;u; <3 

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just so folks know, im mostly over at my tifa blog. i think im gonna give her a bnha verse if anyone is interested!

not dropping this blog...just...slow. LOL

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can we see all might giving deku a big soft hug? (inspired by that one ask)

Here’s a soft hug for the best duo I love the most aaaaa thank you for requesting me this ask 😭😭I love this two a lot  💖

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mighty moms

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‘ what happened to you? ’

❅°⸰º•⸰⋄⪧ @amotherlove ⪦⋄⸰•º⸰°❅ hurt ・ not accepting

     Fire, is what she wants to say. Fire happened. Fire, smoke, and ashes. All-consuming, discriminating against none. Catches the hem of her skirt, climbs, rises, razes ‘til it engulfs her. Behind are left ashes – ashes, and ashes only.     Is what she wants to say, but there must be more. Spontaneous generation disproven, it takes more than will to bring flames into existence. Flint and steel, friction and tinder, resistance and…     ❝ To tell the truth, ❞ full admittance, ❝ negligence. ❞     More could have been done, she believes. Complied to demands, made softer steps. Voice of hindsight is deafening. Just how many actions could she have taken? How many tragedies could have been prevented? If only she’d thought past the present pain, looked forward to hindsight.

     ( If only she’d done the impossible, then perhaps they would have a more fortunate future. )

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❛                    may    or   may    not    agree   with    the    choices   I    made,    for   my    mistake    I    pay    but   here    I    am   to    take    back   what    once    belonged   to    me                    ❜        Independent    role-playing    blog   for    Hisashi    Midoriya   from    Boku    no   hero    Academy.    Selective   n’    mutual    exclusive.    

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 semi-hiatus / low activity. 

    heya ! hope all of you are doing well ! as some of you know, i started a new job as a school counselor in my city’s school district and because it is such a huge change in my life —- i’m gonna need some time to adjust to everything. 

    my boss aka my school principal is likely going to give me the reins on this new program he wants to implement and well…i’m nervous af and i know i’m gonna rock it but hella nerve-wracking anyway. i’m elated that he sees the potential in me to give me such a level of responsibility when it’s my first job straight out of college. i’m honored, truly. 

   but, yes. i’m gonna need some time to prepare myself for this new role. this means my activity will dwindle during the weekdays and may spike up during the weekends depending on my motivation. it’ll be sporadic and random at best for the next few weeks. upon my return, i’ll set up the mains page, tidying up my tags and clean up my verses. in the meantime, expect replies every now and then. i will not, however, tackle any more plotted threads until the semi-hiatus is lifted. thanks so much for understanding and for being patient !

   if we’re mutuals and you’re interested in my discord, let me know ! i’m open to rp on discord as well, so much easier for me to reply as i’m always mobile.