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littlemissrainhoe · 5 years ago

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Here’s my piece for the @knb10thannizine. A huge thanks to the mods who hosted this project. I had a great time working on this. I hope y’all enjoy this. ^^

Title: Immortal for a Limited Time [AO3 Link]

Summary:

We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. - Lemony Snicket

Death champions no one. The same holds true for seven special people: bound by friendship, camaraderie and one great love for basketball.

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Generation of Miracles & Kagami Taiga

Warnings: Major Character Death

Death champions no one.

It is but a simple truth, an eventual reality that one has to accept. Not even the greatest king nor the sneakiest thief could ever escape its clutches.

Yet somehow it still manages to elude even the most brilliant of us all. Its power of misdirection knows no bounds. Its presence lurks at the back of the mind, yet is not acknowledged until it manifests itself from what seems like nowhere and punches one in the gut.

The same holds true for seven special people: bound by friendship, camaraderie and one great love for basketball. They had such dreams, big ones—all of them including one another, despite tight lips and vehement denials. Though not outright, all seven were always in the periphery. They didn't have to say them, of course; they already knew—and nothing was going to stop them.

(But death does.)

Akashi Seijuurou died at the hospital, surrounded by a plethora of sweet-smelling flowers that masked the scent of bleach and death.

He was found by a nurse, the look of absolute peace and satisfaction of a great man etched on his aged face. "It looked like he was coming home from a long journey," she would later describe to curious colleagues, perhaps embellishing her story a bit to sound more poetic.

At age ninety-two, he had accomplished far more than what his late father had. Right after finishing his Ph.D. with flying colors, he took over as CEO for his rapidly deteriorating father, proving that he is an Akashi through and through early on in his career. He continued to uphold the Akashi name, and even brought it to greater heights. He led the Akashi Corporation fearlessly and efficiently, turning it into a powerful empire that stands among the leading zaibatsus in the world.

Unlike his father who ruled with an iron fist, Seijuurou was known to be a compassionate and mindful leader; strategic and sharp, but never ruthless. He was loved and admired by all.

"My father was a great man," his eldest son said during his funeral, with a note of pride and sincerity that was missing during a similar speech done five decades ago. "If there is anyone in this world I aspire to be, it will always be him."

The media adored Seijuurou, going so far as releasing a special magazine in honor of the late Akashi, covering everything from his early childhood to his last days. His regimes as the student council president of both Teiko Middle School and Rakuzan High School did not go amiss, as well as his strong relationships with his family and friends over the years. Even his prowess on shogi was not overlooked, highlighting some of his more interesting plays.

In the eyes of many, he will be remembered as one of the most powerful and influential men in his time. However, to a certain few, he will forever be known as the invincible captain of the legendary Generation of Miracles.

Up to this day, the driver of the simple sedan would insistently say that he didn't see Kuroko Tetsuya, age twenty-nine, cross the road that dark and dreary night.

A man in his thirties, an ordinary salaryman. Family of three. Has been living in Tokyo for most of his life. Has no connection whatsoever with the victim. No malicious intent and solid alibi. After the collision, he immediately contacted an ambulance and attempted to resuscitate the bleeding man. He was later found by police officer Aomine Daiki, who happened to know the victim.

"I didn't see him! I swear I didn't!" would always be his answer, half-crazed from the accusations and growing guilt. The police had him checked for any signs of intoxication to find none. Even surrounding CCTVs would confirm that he did not speed a red light. Curiously, it was as if Kuroko Tetsuya was a phantom, an after-image in the rain, that even the cameras hardly picked him up until after the accident.

The doctors tried to revive him, but he passed away after a few hours.

It was but an unfortunate accident in the rain, but it took away a life nonetheless.

He was survived only by his grandmother.

As with most things in his life, Midorima Shintarou's death was predicted by Oha-Asa—or as much as fortune-telling can predict death and disaster.

Though relatively healthy at eighty-seven, when Oha-Asa came on with a particular medical warning for Cancers, Shintarou knew his time had come. Like a cat who recognized its end was near, Midorima Shintarou left his home after carefully saying goodbye to his family to purchase his lucky item of the day.

As the medics came to take away the venerable doctor who suffered a sudden heart attack in the middle of the department store, no one paid any mind to the rolling marker pen that fell out of the dying man’s hand.

Kise Ryouta did not so much die as he went missing.

At forty-two, he was one of the best pilots Hyperion Airlines had to offer. But when a freak incident took out both engines, his plane crashed into the ocean with only 17 survivors.

To this day, his body still hasn’t been found.

Murasakibara Atsushi found out he was dying of diabetes when he was thirty-four years old, which he pretty much expected. If anything, what surprised him was that it didn't come earlier. He never did get to control his eating habits; it only grew worse with age. He didn't continue playing basketball after college, focusing on his patisserie training in France, thus allowing his body to deteriorate with the lack of exercise.

Akashi conferred with his doctors every time he visited, and Atsushi knew he consistently asked even Midorima and various other specialists for a second opinion. Himuro constantly fussed over him like a mother—perhaps even more than his. They were very stubborn about all this.

But Atsushi was more stubborn.

"Muro-chin," he mumbled, attempting to get comfortable on the hospital bed he easily dwarfed. "You should go home. Ami-chin must be worried."

Himuro furrowed his brows. Had he always had that much wrinkles on his forehead? "Ami understands, Atsushi. I—I want to be here, okay? Don't worry about me."

He gave Atsushi that phony smile again—the one Muro-chin gave him whenever he tried not to show him what he really felt. Atsushi had seen it so many times, even more so in these past few months, and it’s still annoying. Atsushi wondered what Muro-chin would do if he punched him this time around.

Kaga-chin would probably get mad at him if he did. Better not then.

"Just go home, Muro-chin. You look like a ghost. Eat lots of cake. That would make you feel better."

Himuro chuckled. It was weak, but it was there. "That only works for you, Atsushi."

Atsushi only shrugged, as if saying, "So?"

There's that look again, but it was so fond and teary that he could only look away.

If there was anything Atsushi could pride himself in, it's the fact that he knew himself. Denying his feelings were one thing, but he knew his body—its wants, its needs, and its limits.

He knew he didn't have long. It was getting harder to breathe. The lub-dub in his chest was getting slower, heavier. His joints constantly ached, irritating like an itch he couldn't scratch.

Regretting his (admittedly) bad habits had no merits. For one thing, he never regretted eating what he did. (Though that wasabi-barbeque-pina colada-mix-flavored pudding was quite close.) Maybe he should've gone back to playing basketball, even from time to time, but he couldn't really bring himself to regret it. If anything, he regretted being in the mercy of nurses who refused to give him what he wanted to eat.

Even in the hospital, he kept requesting for his snacks, sometimes even going so far as rejecting his doses when they didn't comply. The nurses were quite exasperated with him. A man of such hulking stature—not to mention diabetic and dying—shouldn't be sulking about not getting his Maiubo.

"I promised Kaga-chin that I'd do the eating for him," he reasoned to a particularly irate head nurse.

But maybe, just maybe, his biggest regret was leaving his friends behind.

That's why he made sure to hand them snacks (smuggled in by Aka-chin) whenever they visited him—the most generous he'd ever been, really—as a simple thank you for always being there for him. He hoped that it could bring them the same kind of joy he got whenever he ate his favorite snacks.

In his funeral, his friends brought him baskets of pastries and snacks. They knew he would've appreciated those more than flowers.

Aomine Daiki wasn’t supposed to die at thirty-six, but when a perp got away from his bindings, he took the blow that was supposed to be for his partner. He died instantly.

Though he’s eternally grateful for Aomine Daiki, Tsuchiyama Kagami would wonder what made his chronically lazy and perverted senpai jump in to save him. They were just recently assigned together and based on his reputation at the station, despite being a brilliant officer, Aomine Daiki was not the type of person to play hero.

It was a question he would never get an answer to, but he would think of Aomine Daiki for the rest of his career.

Perhaps the hardest death to accept was Kagami Taiga's. Out of all of them, he was the first to go. Nineteen was too young, was it not? Everyone thought so as well.

A Modern-Day Hero, or so the papers said. The news about the fearless fireman who rushed into a burning house to save a seven-year old girl who was stuck inside. The girl made it out safely. Unfortunately, the young fireman did not: a light snuffed out too early.

"He’s a hero," the little girl's mother said in an interview, her eyes filled with tears as she held her daughter tightly in her arms. "I will be forever thankful to him for saving Hitoka-chan."

But awards and gratitude would not bring a dear friend back.

Of them all, it was Aomine who had the least control over his emotions, raging and yelling over his casket with the despair of the one left behind as Kise tried to hold him back through his tears.

He was the last of them to see him alive, just having finished a round of basketball a week before. It was jarring to see Kagami just laying unnaturally still, paler than he's ever seen him, in a tux that he was sure itched like hell had he still been able to feel.

It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair.

Never again would they hear his voice, tinged with excitement and determination. Never again would they play the sport they love together. Never again would they see him soar.

"Why the hell did you have to go and be a hero, you dumbass?"

A lot of people came to visit his remains and paid their respects. His family all the way from America, the various friends he made throughout his stay in Japan, his colleagues from the fire station, his classmates at university and his teammates, the people he’d played basketball with, and the people who was inspired by his courage; so many people who hadn’t been in the same room for years, suddenly seeing each other again in what could only be a morbid reunion.

"Mere words cannot express how much I am indebted to Kagami Taiga," Akashi said during the eulogy. "He was my—no," he corrected himself. "He was our saving grace. His light never stopped shining bright, and even after all that has happened, not once did he stop sharing that light with us. Kindly, willingly... selflessly." Akashi glanced at the white coffin, his eyes full of emotion.

"Until the day we join him in the afterlife, we will miss him dearly."

#knb #knb10thannizine #kiseki no sedai #generation of miracles #kagami taiga #rain writes #knb immortals fic #knb 10th anniversary zine #knb reunion zine

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littlemissrainhoe · 5 years ago

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It’s finally here! Here’s my piece for the BNHA Flash Bang. It’s an Asylum AU where UA is an asylum and BNHA Canon is just Izuku’s hallucination. Needless to say, this is pretty dark so please take heed of the warnings carefully. Read at AO3 for some story notes.

Many thanks to @bnhaflashbang for organizing this bang and to @creativebluegalaxy for working on the wonderful art for this fic! ^^

Title: corrupted lens; [AO3 link]

Summary: Midoriya Izuku’s life changes when the Number One Hero tells him he can be a hero. Taken as his protégé, Izuku trains under All Might and manages to get into UA—the best hero school in the world! But that is just the beginning, for a big evil is rising from the shadows, threatening the world of heroes.

(Aizawa Shouta is tired. Of all his current patients at Ulysses Asylum, no one gives him more sleepless nights than Midoriya Izuku, the boy who was kidnapped and tortured by the infamous serial killer All Might—the boy who went missing for ten months and never came back.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Ship: None

Warnings: Mentions of Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Injury, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Kidnapping, Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Stockholm Syndrome and Mentally Ill Characters

When Izuku wakes up, he doesn’t expect to be greeted by the familiar white walls of the infirmary.

He could only blink sluggishly, disoriented as he is, trying to remember what happened before he fell asleep. Did he get injured in another battle simulation? Izuku winces at the thought. If that is indeed the case, then that means he broke his promise again. Didn’t Recovery Girl say she won’t use her quirk on him if he injured himself again? All Might must be so disappoi—

(A body destroyed by a fierce fight, sickly and emaciated, yet still standing tall.)

All… Might…

(An arm stretching outwards, worn from battle but never wavering.)

All Might?

(An ever-present grin, somehow embodying both encouragement and promise.)

Where are you—?

(“You’re next.”)

“All Might!” Izuku screamed.

The sudden influx of memories is nothing short of torturous. Not only do they remind him of the heavy weight of the mantle his mentor has left him to carry, but the fact that the reign of All Might has ended fills him with despair.

One by one and all at once, Izuku can’t tell which emotions emerge and where they end. Anger, sadness, heartbreak—fear like no other. All Might is gone. His hero may not be dead, but already the world feels bleaker; Izuku can feel the gaping hole the Symbol of Peace has left behind deep in his bones.

Izuku can only cry and cry, grieving the loss of his hero. He mourns the man who saved his life, who encouraged his dreams when no one else did, who believed in him no matter what, and who taught him how to live for other’s sake—how to be a hero.

His mom, his teachers, his classmates—not a single one of them believed he could achieve his dreams, that Izuku could be special. One by one, they broke him down, until only a sliver of hope remained.

But All Might gave him a chance, and as hard as his training was, All Might had given him more hope than anyone else has. Now that he’s passing on the baton, Izuku shouldn’t cower—he should bravely answer his call.

Now more than ever, the people need a hero to look up to, to keep them safe; they need a Symbol of Peace. Determined, he bats away the fear and loneliness that restrains him from moving forward.

With All Might’s power residing in me, I can’t lose.

“… to break curfew but Kacchan was in danger, Sensei. We had to save him, and it was the only way…”

“We managed to put him under.”

Shouta looks up at Shuuzenji-san’s entrance, pausing the video. Her usually immaculate hairdo’s in disarray, probably from rushing to Midoriya’s room. Shouta was just watching the recording of yesterday’s session when Midoriya, who was asleep, suddenly started screaming.

“Hopefully, this doesn’t happen again,” she continues, “but if he wakes up this violently once more, we’d have no choice but to restrain him in his sleep too.”

“Did he hurt himself?”

“No, but he did manage to punch the orderlies holding him down and wake the other residents.” She eyes him sternly. “Speaking of sleep, when was the last time you had some, young man?”

Shouta sighs, fully aware of what she sees. The panda eyes, the scruffy face, the littered coffee cups and strewn out sleeping bag—the room has all the evidence for a typical Aizawa Overnighter. He’s been up for almost 57 hours, but she doesn’t have to know that. He just has to last a few more hours before he can finally pass out.

“Had no choice,” he grunts, resolutely turning back to the computer. “Someone has to keep an eye on Ward 1A before the patients try to break out again.”

He hears her sigh behind him but she doesn’t argue further as she sits next to him. It’s hard to put up too much fuss when this is already the second incident this week. Patients escaping is already a cause for alarm, but a mentally-unstable criminal breaking into their facility? Even worse. No one even realized he was in the building until the guards were alerted that someone unauthorized was attempting to access Midoriya’s room.

Shouta clenches his fist, immediate anger springing up at the thought of the vile man. Hasn’t he destroyed that boy’s life enough?

When Shouta first took Midoriya Izuku as his patient, he never thought it would be easy—but he never expected it to be this hard.

Shouta first heard about Midoriya in the news, whose case had blown up in the media. A fourteen-year-old boy who vanished on his way home from school, the police were notified of his disappearance a full week after he went missing—and only because Midoriya’s teacher called his mother to inquire about his absence. By then, it was assumed the boy committed suicide after evidence of bullying and domestic violence (to which Midoriya Inko is currently serving jail time for) came to light. But when investigators found no body, the missing boy’s estranged father Midoriya Hisashi insisted on continuing the search.

That’s when the letters started to appear.

Signed by All Might—the serial killer most known for the Musutafu Massacre where he videotaped himself laughing as he set off multiple bombs placed under a commercial district, killing hundreds and injuring more—the case got more notorious. For the first time since his apparent “retirement” five years ago, the criminal once again resurfaced like the boogeyman. He sent pictures and videos of him “training” Midoriya to become his “successor”, laughing menacingly as he repeatedly abused the boy, both physically and sexually, until he passed out.

It took ten months before they found him, and even then All Might was already long gone. Evidence of malnutrition, incorrectly-healed bones, head trauma, multiple lacerations, and fresh traces of semen were found on Midoriya. After his brief stint at Musutafu General Hospital, he was immediately placed in Ulysses Asylum (better known as ‘UA’) by his father, in the hopes of his son’s recovery.

Shouta immediately knew something was strange during their first session. Midoriya’s eyes were slightly unfocused, despite the sedatives having already left his system. He spoke of “quirks” as special abilities instead of behavioral habits, of becoming a “hero” and defeating “villains”—concepts that Shouta knew to be fantasy but Midoriya believed as truth. It’s like his brain has been completely rewritten to view the world as a superpowered society—like a corrupted lens that obscures his eyes from the full truth.

Though he’s aware of his surroundings to a point, his brain filters any fact that doesn’t align with its version of reality. Midoriya would talk fondly about his abusive mother making him his favorite food, gush about his kidnapper helping him make his dreams come true, about the patients in Ward 1A and how they’re all training to become heroes.

Midoriya Izuku views the world like a comic book where he is its protagonist—the once powerless boy who will become the greatest hero. After the abuse and trauma he experienced, it’s the only way his brain could cope.

Aside from that and a self-sacrificing streak that borders on self-harm, there’s technically nothing wrong with him. During his stay, he’s managed to demonstrate his high IQ, make friends, and encourage a few tight-lipped patients to open up more. Though there’s been little progress in realigning Midoriya’s “worldview”, the fact that he’s responding well to his stay here is already a big leap forward.

That is until five days ago, when All Might broke into UA. More than ten people in the staff were injured driving that lunatic away from Midoriya, including Yamada, who Shouta usually switches shifts with. Hence, the ridiculous overtime.

At least the bastard’s finally in police custody, Shouta thinks, recalling the reveal of the man’s identity on the news. As unbiased as he should be, seeing Yagi Toshinori in cuffs brings both relief and vicious satisfaction. It’s a big cause for celebration everywhere—to finally have the monster responsible for many murders right where he belongs.

But that doesn’t mean all is well.

Seeing Yagi must have triggered something in Midoriya; why else would he have tried to escape after months of clean behavior? And now it seems like he’s beginning to act out even more. The only question is why.

Shouta sighs. The Midoriya on the screen just looks at him beseechingly, wrapped up in the straitjacket they put him in after leading an escape attempt with some of the other patients.

This problem child will be the death of him.

#rain writes #bnha #bnha flash bang #midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #shuuzenji chiyo #recovery girl #eraserhead #deku #asylum au #this is pretty dark #everyone take care!#bnhaflashbang

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littlemissrainhoe · 5 years ago

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This is possibly one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.

#F U C K #THIS IS HILARIOUS #lol #FFFFFFFFFFFFF

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littlemissrainhoe · 5 years ago

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it seems like years since it's been here

It’s late, but it’s here! Day 4 of @tododeku-week ! Theme: Scars. I fell asleep before I could finish this. On the plus side, I got more than 5 hours of sleep last night so that’s great. ^^

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“Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope.” — Helen Keller

Shouto closes his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun and the gentle caress of the wind on his face. When was the last time he felt such peace?

Life at the palace had never been easy. His father, King Todoroki Enji, has always been an ill-tempered man. A knight who had fought through the ranks and became legendary for his many kills in battle, he was rewarded with the princess’ hand in marriage by the previous king right before he died. When he ascended the throne, his first decree was to expand the kingdom by sending his troops to the smaller kingdoms and subjugating them. Within only a year, his kingdom became far richer and stronger than ever before, and King Todoroki became someone to fear.

This was clear especially within the castle. It was clear from the start that Todoroki Enji, who only knew of violence and fury, was not a family man. Though he had four children with the queen, he only acknowledged her usefulness to give him heirs. From a very young age, had countless of tutors for them and personally trained his eldest, Touya, who would go to bed bruised and hurting. The king had no patience for incompetence, often pulling out the whip whenever he was displeased with them.

It got even worse when Touya ran away. Losing his heir apparent worsened the temper of the king, his anger reaching levels they had never seen before. He launched a countrywide search for his brother, even going so far as to have spies stationed in the neighboring kingdoms for the capture of his missing heir. But no one saw hide or hair of Touya ever again.

Enraged, the king had all evidence and traces of Touya removed from the castle. His portraits, his clothing, his books—all of them burned and thrown away until it was as if there had never been a Todoroki Touya that existed in the first place.

With his eldest brother gone and Fuyumi and Natsuo deemed incompetent for being born female and lacking intelligence respectively, Shouto was chosen to succeed him. If the king kept a close eye on Touya before, it’s nothing compared to how much he watched Shouto now. If he wasn’t being brutally beat-down by his father in training, he was bombarded with a parade of tutors on languages, mathematics and politics. He didn’t have any time for himself, an attendant barely leaving his side to guard his comings and goings. He was so isolated, he barely even saw the other members of his family or even ridden his horse or visit the gardens—activities his father considered a waste of time.

Once, he snuck over to his mother’s parlor, seeking for the comfort of her embrace after a particular rough sword training. Unaware of his mother’s growing instability, he guilelessly approached her and she poured her boiling tea on his face.

That was the last time he ever saw her. From what Shouto knew, his father had her sent away to be locked up somewhere, although he made sure that the village people did not know of this.

Remembering the stark fear and disgust in her mother’s eyes as she compared him to his father, Shouto vowed to one day disgrace Todoroki Enji in the face of the public as Shouto took over the throne from under his nose.

He began to rebel, running away from his security detail and talking back to the king; for despite the punishments he’d be given, he knew full well his worth in this kingdom. Without the queen to bear more heirs and his remaining siblings already dismissed for the throne, Todoroki Enji only had Shouto left—and he relished over the hold he had over his shitty father.

Years went by and the rage within him only grew. Like a dark, swirling vortex, it swallowed him whole—the hatred and anger: at his father, at the world, at himself. Entrenched in isolation, he let his heart grow as cold as a winter’s evening—carelessly cruel to the world around him.

It wasn’t until he met Midoriya Izuku that he got a complete revival.

Shouto met Midoriya one a fine spring day when the air was breezy, the flowers were blooming, and certainly not the time for an attempted kidnapping. Not that this was the first time it happened to him, but he’d had a rather trying day with his father and his advisors—all so eager to pawn him off to the highest bidder—that he completely missed the group of mercenaries following him until he got cornered like a novice. Of course, none of them were a match to his prowess of the sword, but six-to-one was still six-to-one and Shouto ended up on the wrong end of a particularly gnarly-looking thug’s sword.

Just as he thought he was done for, Shouto heard a thud and the thug fell face-first, out cold.

“Are you alright, sir? Are you hurt?” came a panicked voice before him.

Chaotic green hair and a smattering of freckles greeted him, electric green eyes peering at him in worry as the man dropped the brick he used to knock his kidnapper out. A commoner, by the looks of it. He probably saw the kidnappers and decided to step in at the last minute to receive gratitude from the king.

Well, Shouto thought derisively, unfortunately for him, that bastard is more likely to have him banished so that no one ever finds out that his heir was almost bested by a couple of thugs.

But that’s not what happened at all. Instead of useless simpering, his savior only continued to fuss over him—offering salves and bandages for his wounds. He did not ask for any favor—never mind that he didn’t even recognize Shouto, whose scarred face and bicolored hair weren’t spared by the villagers’ wagging tongues.

Wounded, lost and now lacking a horse, the man firmly insisted on taking care of him. On one hand, it was such a novel thing to be talked to this way—not as Prince Shouto, future king, but as just Shouto—that he couldn’t bring himself to say no. On the other, he realized he had no idea where he was. Shouto was so distracted by his annoyance at his father at the time that he didn’t even notice that he had reached the borders.

The man secured Shouto behind him, making sure he won’t fall off or aggravate his injuries, and once again he marvels at this man’s strange compassion. When was the last time I’ve seen someone so kind? Someone so pure and unmotivated by greed or power?

“Oh!” the strange man said, turning back to Shouto with a big smile on his face. “My name is Midoriya Izuku! Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir!”

“Midoriya,” he said, the name falling from his lips, unbidden. “You can call me—”

“Shouto?”

At the call, he opens his eyes. This is not a dream, he tells himself, still incredulous about his luck. This is real.

Turning back, he sees the man he was just thinking about. Izuku still looks the same as he first saw him—eyes still wide and kind, smile as bright and pure as his heart. His body is a lot stronger than it was before, although perhaps that is a given when one is travelling distant lands to defeat great evil. (Also escaping his father’s knights adamant on taking their prince back—except for Iida, but only because he chose to join their party.)

It feels like such a long time ago, meeting in that deserted street as strangers. And now he’s here, with this brave, amazing man who has the heart of a hero—whose warmth has melted his frozen heart and taught him how to live again.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks.

Shouto looks behind him, the view atop the hill unchanged and as wondrous as ever in the light of day.

“Yes,” he replies, walking to the man he now calls his partner—his heart full of love and warmth and hope.

The sun shines bright as they walk towards the future.

#tododekuweek #tododeku #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #todoroki family #todoroki enji warnings apply #tododeku fantasy au #rain writes

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littlemissrainhoe · 5 years ago

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with friends like these (who needs anemones?)

Day 3 of @tododeku-week . A bit late, but here it is! Theme of the day is Transitions. Since I have a few notes on this fic, I decided not to post it here to be safe.

[READ IT ON AO3]

Here’s a short snippet:

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.” ― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

He shakes Shinsou awake. “Shinsou-kun?”

All he gets is a disoriented “Mm-nuhh?”

“You fell asleep again.”

This is the third time since he got here an hour ago, sleepily holding a bouquet of purple flowers in his hand.

“Thanks, Shinsou,” Todoroki said as he took it from him to put in a vase, Midoriya worriedly fussing over Shinsou’s ragged appearance. Unsurprising, since he came here directly after the end of his patrol.

“You didn’t have to come,” Midoriya fretfully said, forever concerned over his friends.

Shinsou yawned. “Nah, it’s alright. I have the day off tomorrow, anyway. I can sleep once I get home after this.”

He shared a look with Midoriya before turning back to Shinsou. “Well, thank you for your help, Shinsou-kun!” he said, deciding to oblige their tired friend, who seemed rather determined to help the couple with the move. At least if he stayed here, they could make sure that he ate before sleeping for 24 hours straight. “The flowers are a thoughtful gift as well! Purple anemones symbolize protection against evil, after all.”

“Do they? I didn’t know,” Shinsou said, looking at them with bleary eyes. “I just asked for something pretty and flower guy gave them to me. Apparently they look like my hair or something.”

Or something, indeed. Tenya shared another look with Midoriya, this time with amusement. As usual, Shinsou had no clue how charming he could be when he’s this spacey—all soft and honest and distinctly cat-like.

#tododekuweek #bnha #tododeku #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #iida tenya #shinsou hitoshi #uraraka ochako #asui tsuyu #dekusquad #bnha post canon fic #rain writes

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littlemissrainhoe · 5 years ago

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have some tomarry actor/social media au for weird wednesday (WIP Wednesday)

the silver snitch @silver_snitch

I CANT STOP SCREAMING HOLY SHIT

Becoming Voldemort ✔ @voldemort_origins

Harry Potter joins the cast of Becoming Voldemort for season 2! Click here for more details: http://becomingvoldemort.com/news/harry-potter-joins

#BecomingVoldemort #BVS2 #HarryPotter

[image description: A photo of Harry smiling on the red carpet spliced with the logo of Becoming Voldemort]

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TOMARRY GIVES ME LIFE @deadsincebirth

MY DREAMS ARE ALIVE!!! OMG ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Certified Potterhead @haydnishere

Called it! I’ve been waiting for this!!!!!

[gif: crying James Van Der Beek]

[video thumbnail description: Harry is in an interview, obviously telling a story with his hands gestured outwards. He is smiling at the unseen interviewer. Beside his head, written in Comic Sans, are the words: harry potter fanboying about tom riddle for 7 minutes straight.]

harry potter fanboying over tom riddle for 7 minutes straight

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nothing says i love you more than constantly fanboying about your husband. i love these two so much. i’m so excited to see Harry in Becoming Voldemort!

#i don't even know anymore #*screeching noises*#hp #tomarry #harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry actor au #social media au #tomarry husbands #rain writes #wip wednesday

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littlemissrainhoe · 5 years ago

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for the first time, what's past is past

Day 2 of @tododeku-week ! Theme for today is Intimacy. I did a Cafe AU for some reason but I hope you like it! I never knew writing about romance could be so draining lol. Enjoy!

Read this on AO3!

"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift."

— Mary Oliver

Izuku has his back turned when the bell chimes, happily announcing the arrival of a customer. Usually, things at the café are dead during this time, but since it’s located near UA, the university down the road, they usually have students coming in at all hours. It also helps that the coffee shop is hero-themed, which means they have a big market for comic book fans and the like. Posters, movies, figurines—you name it, you’ll most certainly find it here.

Izuku knows that’s what made him choose to work here.

“Psst!”

From the counter, Uraraka attempts to catch his attention with a not-so-subtle—but usual bubbly—wave. From what he knows, she’s a business student at UA and has another part-time job aside from this. An assistant instructor at a dojo, if he remembers correctly.

He raises his eyebrows at her, not even pausing with his cleanup of the espresso machine. If their manager catches them slacking on the job, he’s going to stop bringing his cats to work—and that’s just unacceptable.

“Pretty boy is here,” she mouths at him, her face rosy with excitement.

Immediately, his eyes widen in surprise, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks. Peeking discretely to the corner Uraraka’s pointing at, Izuku spots a telltale head of red and white and he simultaneously melts and kind of dies inside.

He met Todoroki Shouto in an accounting class he had to take. His first impression of him was some kind of scene kid who’s really into the party culture, but the stoic and rather cold aura he emanates kills that thought abruptly. Even then, Izuku found him interesting. He’s incredibly handsome despite the large scar on his face—and he’s not the only one to think so, as he recalls spotting a few people sneaking peeks at his direction.

They didn’t really have much interaction with each other given how big their class was, except for that one group project they had. Todoroki only attended one meeting, and even then he didn’t say anything. Still, he submitted his part of the paper perfectly, greatly easing the group’s doubts. Then again, he was one of the best students in the class, so it only makes sense.

It wasn’t until he started working at Hero Café that Izuku began to see him regularly.

The first time he saw Todoroki walk in, he was so surprised that he almost dropped the macchiato in his hand. It’s a lot like seeing a cryptid walk into a coffee shop, it was so surreal to Izuku. Perhaps in the back of his mind, he didn’t think beautiful people went to cafes because they have people buying it for them—which, in retrospect, is a ridiculous thought.

It was even more surprising when Todoroki asked him about the new All Might they have in display.

Izuku never would have pegged the most handsome boy in his class to have the same interest as him—never mind that from then on, Todoroki will always talk to him about them whenever he drops by the café. After a few inquiries and stuttering suggestions from Izuku, Todoroki took his order to a nook and began to work on his laptop.

Uraraka, who was on order-prep duty, instantly zoomed to his side to pester him for details. She’s never seen Izuku so flustered, who was always so calm even during the lunch rush. To his mortification, he blurts out that he’s weak around pretty boys—something that’s true even in back when he was a kid.

That’s how his relationship with Bakugou began, after all.

Perhaps it’s clichéd: childhood friend, turned rival, turned boyfriend. Some would say that it’s even a movie-type romance—the kind that leaves a mark on people’s hearts. Maybe, if they were different people, things would have ended differently. But the fact of the matter is that theirs is a love story that doesn’t even make it to the credits.

Maybe it’s because they knew each other too much—knew exactly which buttons to push, knew each other’s weaknesses so well—yet somehow knew too little. Maybe it’s because they have too much heavy history that sometimes it was all they could do to look each other in the eye. Maybe it’s because one is afraid of intimacy, and the other one is steeped in trust issues.

It all came to a head one particular summer night in UA’s parking lot. The place was deserted, students either had already gone home or still in class. Izuku can’t even remember what they were fighting about, just that they suddenly started yelling at each other. Most of their fights end up this way, but something about this one felt like a lot of pent up hurt and anger releasing at once. So much blame and mistakes were thrown between them like a never-ending game of tennis, until, just as quickly as the screaming started, it ended.

Something inside Izuku was just ready to give up—of the screaming matches, the snide comments, and the festering hurt. He could see it clearly in Bakugou too—from the invisible weight on his shoulders to his unclenched fists.

They both just wanted this fight to be over.

“We can’t keep doing this to ourselves,” Izuku said. Already, he could distinctly feel how much weight he’d lost during the past few months. Even Bakugou, who’s known for his healthy sleep schedule, had heavy bags under his eyes.

Bakugou sighed. “So it’s over then?”

Izuku could only nod. “I guess so.”

And just like that, their story ended. No heartfelt musical number, no running in the rain, no miracle. Just two tired people who wanted to stop hurting and hurting each other.

When Bakugou left, Izuku didn’t know how long he stood in that empty parking lot, feeling a overwhelming sense of loss and relief. So, when someone called his name in the middle of what could be an emotional breakdown, he could hardly be faulted for actually jumping in shock.

The shock of red and white had long been familiar to Izuku that he immediately lost his surprise. “Todoroki-kun? What are you doing here?”

Todoroki didn’t reply, only looking at him in that intense way of his. Just as Izuku was about to say something, Todoroki reached for something from his pocket and handed it to him.

It was a handkerchief.

Izuku could only hum in confusion.

Hesitant, but somehow even more determined than before, he extended his offering further to Izuku. “You’re crying.”

He didn’t even notice the tears falling.

As if making up for lost time, a sob tore itself out of his throat and he started crying in earnest. He could only vaguely feel strong arms around him, holding him up when his knees grew weak. He remembered recounting the incident to Todoroki, his customer-slash-sometimes-hero-sounding-board, who only held him tighter in comfort. Which, of course, only made him cry harder.

From then on, their relationship changed.

The next time he saw him, Izuku had been incredibly mortified. He had essentially used Todoroki’s shirt like a rag and basically forced him into an Agony Aunt. He even drove Izuku back to his dorm room. He was so considerate and nice—and Izuku was just a troublesome mess. Part of him was afraid of getting ignored, or even reproached or teased by him.

But once again, Todoroki had proven himself not at all like his ice cold persona.

The moment he walked up to the counter to order, he talked to Izuku like he usually did—chatting about the new Edgeshot movie coming out. Before he left with his tea, he turned to look at Izuku and gave him a tiny smile. “Get better, Midoriya.”

It wasn’t out of pity or even mockery. His were words of comfort, of encouragement. A reminder that things will get better.

That was when Izuku realized that he had a good friend in Todoroki Shouto.

Though it was hard to adjust, losing someone he knew just as well as he knew himself, it was a steady progress of acceptance. Even now, he still considers Bakugou as one of his most important people. But maybe they’ll be better off now as just friends—without the looming weight of commitment and heartbreak.

After that, Izuku focused on his studies as well as taking care of himself. He started jogging in the mornings and working out the way he did before. He participated in class discussions more and strived to do even better. He spent more time with his friends, really listening and hanging out with them. He didn’t realize how much he missed his friends until he welcomed them back in his life—both old and new.

Never mind that his new friend regularly gave Izuku’s heart a good exercise whenever he’s around.

One afternoon, one green tea latte and a lengthy conversation about Stain’s creed and methodology later, Uraraka approached Izuku with a sly grin on her face.

“So have you asked him out yet?”

“What?!” he spluttered, fumbling with the cookie he’s putting on display. “Where did that come from?”

She snorted. “Come on, dude. Anyone with eyes can see that you two like each other.”

Apparently Izuku’s eyes are defective because he did not see anything of the sort. (Sure, he liked Todoroki more than what was considered ‘friendly’, but Todoroki? Liking Izuku? What?!)

Her eyes softened in sympathy. “I know your breakup was tough, but it’s been a year. You deserve a chance at love, Midori. I’m willing to bet even Bakugou thinks so. You just have to give it a chance.”

And so Izuku continued with his routine with Todoroki, happily chatting with him about something or other as his drink was prepared. But now, with Uraraka’s words weighing in his mind, he began to look for what she saw.

And boy was he surprised.

“What do I do?” he hissed at Uraraka when Todoroki left the café. “I can’t believe I never noticed that he likes me!” He tried to slow his breathing but it didn’t really work, much to Uraraka’s amusement.

“If he’s liked me all this time, why hasn’t he asked me out?” he asked, once he’d gotten a hold of himself.

“Well, I think he’s waiting for you to make the first move.”

“What? Why?”

She shrugged. “I mean, if the guy you like had a breakup and you were there to witness his breakdown, wouldn’t you also be wary about making a move? He probably didn’t want to overstep and accidentally take advantage of you.”

Izuku looked at her, his eyes wide with disbelief. “But… that’s crazy! I know Todoroki-kun would never do that.”

“Well,” she said, smiling wryly, “love makes you crazy.”

That it does, Izuku thinks to himself as he caught Todoroki’s eye. A smile immediately springs up to his face, his heart jumping when he spots the corner of Todoroki’s lips turn upwards.

Yesterday, Izuku told him to wait on his favorite seat instead of heading to the counter to order. He didn’t tell Todoroki why, but he readily agreed anyway.

Letting out a long exhale, Izuku meticulously prepares Todoroki’s tea. Then he steels himself and, with a tiny thumbs up from Uraraka, he heads over to Todoroki’s table.

Izuku gives him a nervous smile. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Todoroki shoots back, putting his book down beside him. “Are you sitting with me today?”

“Yeah,” he says, swallowing his nerves back where they should be. “I also have a question for you. I-If that’s okay with you?”

Todoroki’s mismatched eyes light up, something he never would have seen back when they were just people in a class full of strangers. Somehow, without Izuku noticing, he’s began to learn more and more about this beautiful creature who he once thought of as cold—began to notice the little things, the trivial things, the big things, and the essential things.

Part of him is afraid of this, of letting someone get close. If his relationship with the person he’s known his whole life deteriorated just like that, what’s to say this will be any different?

Perhaps that’s why he didn’t notice Todoroki’s feelings right away, afraid as he was to get intimate with another person he could easily lose.

But if there’s one thing he learned from his relationship with Bakugou, it’s that sometimes you just have to say what needs to be said. Their relationship ultimately failed because they let the hurt fester, assuming that they could understand each other without needing to talk.

Izuku will be damned if he let a past mistake ruin a potential future.

So Izuku clears his throat and looks at Todoroki straight in the eye, remembering all the time they spent enjoying each other’s company, and asks, “Will you go out with me?”

Todoroki smiles at him, somehow looking even more radiant than he’s ever seen him before. “I’d love to.”

#tododekuweek #bnha #tododeku #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #uraraka ochako #tododeku coffee shop love story #lol #rain writes

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littlemissrainhoe · 5 years ago

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with this soul that once believed it all was meaningless, i won't stop

For @tododeku-week! Day 1: Determination. This is the first time I’m participating in a ship week. (I was this close to writing an Endgame AU, but then I realized I didn’t want to hurt myself.) I made a weird Spy AU where UA is some sort of spy agency lol. I hope I did okay!

You can also see this on AO3. ^_^

"Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart." ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

The door creaks as it opens, revealing a broad figure and the glint of eye wear. Even still, the figure on the couch doesn’t move from where they sit.

Tenya enters the room, quietly closing the door behind him, his footsteps rather incongruous to his large frame. He stops a few feet away from the man on the couch. Though he has not given any response to his entrance, Tenya knows he is fully aware of his presence.

These days, even the lightest wind can wake them up.

“Midoriya-kun,” Tenya calls.

Midoriya doesn’t move from his position, his front facing the fireplace burning before him. After a few moments of silence, he speaks. “Did you know we were thinking about adopting a kid?”

Tenya did not know. At the time, he was with Uraraka, tailing a suspected traitor in China. He hadn’t heard from Midoriya for weeks, but that was par for the course; it was unprofessional to let personal life get in the way of a mission, and Midoriya stood by that as well. But part of him still thinks what if? What if he brought his phone with him? What if he let Asui take the traitor case with Uraraka instead? What if he was here back then?

Would that have changed things?

Midoriya’s voice is low, perhaps even mellow to the ignorant. But Tenya knows Midoriya Izuku, and he is a man who is always dynamic, always fearless—the man who is known to smile at the face of danger.

But this man, who sits alone in this empty home, staring into a burning hearth but feeling no warmth—this is Midoriya Izuku nowadays: solemn, melancholy, closed-off. Hurting.

Tenya can only feel his heart break all over again for his friend.

He met Midoriya on his first day at UA, as is the same with all of his friends. They are a tight-knit group, an anomaly among other classes. After all, it is the height of folly to trust people who are currently training to become spies. UA may be known by the inner circle as the most reputed of all government spy agencies, but even then they are an agency built—quite literally—on lies.

Perhaps, in a different world, that would have been their reality, where the closest relationship they could have with each other consists of wary respect and a hidden revolver. But when hordes of criminals try to kill you and your fellow trainees only a few days in the academy in an attempt to bring attention to their secret society, spies in training they may be, they couldn’t help but bond over their near-death experience when they have no one else to turn to.

Even then, Midoriya was a beacon, pure even in the face of deceit, loyal even to the detriment of himself. Many times, Tenya has heard people call him foolish; that his weak heart would only get himself killed. But his very earnestness is his weapon—his analytical mind sharp in this game of truth and lies.

Tenya remembers asking the same question in the middle of the night, back when he found Midoriya Izuku to be an utter mystery. There, in the quiet of the infirmary room where Midoriya laid to rest after a mission gone wrong, Tenya felt the words of reproach burst from his lips. After all, Midoriya just took a knife in his place—a wound that should have been Tenya’s after his rash decision to confront his brother’s killer.

“If I didn’t trust anyone,” he said, his eyes shining in the dark—not blinded by naiveté like Tenya thought, but filled with determination, belief and hope. “If I couldn’t bring myself to trust the people who I’m around on a daily basis, what kind of life would I be leading then? If I couldn’t help the people I’m with, how can I help the strangers who need it?”

That day, Tenya learned the value of trust from the man he now calls his closest friend, a brother he never would have found had he been too stubborn. Time and again, Midoriya has saved Tenya, be it from danger or even Tenya himself. He has taught him how to live, how to love—how to always choose the path of righteousness.

Now, he has a chance to repay his friend, even if just a little bit. For once, he will be his friend’s guiding light.

So Tenya steels himself and gives Midoriya his news.

“We found Shouto.”

Sometimes at night, when he lies in bed waiting for sleep to come, Izuku can almost feel Shouto’s body next to him.

“Izuku,” he would whisper softly, looking at him with a tiny smile on his handsome face as if he was sharing a particularly treasured secret. Shouto always preferred to sleep facing him. In one drunken episode, where everything was raw and vulnerable and real, he said that it was to make sure Izuku was still beside him.

He wonders if Shouto still seeks his warmth the way Izuku does for Shouto’s.

It’s been a month of silence. A month since Izuku last saw his husband, walking out the door for a quick grocery run in a rare day off for the two of them; a month since Shouto was taken from him.

Most people would have already given up, choosing to close the book and bury it along with the body that’s not there. After all, in their line of work, not everyone gets to retire voluntarily.

But Izuku isn’t most people. Even if the world is to crumble—right here, right now—Izuku would still find a way to believe that the sun will rise again. Not because of misplaced ignorance or forced conviction, but because there is always hope to be found even in the most desolate places.

Izuku has learned from a very young age, back when he was just a tiny, sickly kid with too big dreams, to never give up hope. Even when the world spat on his dreams and called him worthless, he never stopped believing.

These days, Izuku can only thank his lucky stars for his stubborn streak, even if the weight of his past will always and forever be a stark reminder of how cruel and miserable the world can be. If he gave up hope, he would never have gotten where he is right now. He would have lived his life in regret, thinking of what-could-have-beens and what-ifs. He would never have made connections with these people so close to his heart. He would never have met the love of his life.

But sometimes, even Izuku gets tired. He would never give up hope, because Shouto doesn’t deserve that. But sometimes he just wants to lay down and remember—the way Shouto doesn’t put sugar or milk in his coffee, the way his skin feels under the moonlight, the way he wakes up with his hair somehow more unruly than Izuku’s chaotic curls. In those moments especially, Izuku would yearn for his husband; he would long for the missing part of his heart.

Then, in the wake of his memories of better days, Izuku will find the strength to keep going, to keep searching for his husband.

And now it has finally borne fruit.

Dressed for war in a black and white ensemble, Izuku perfectly recreates the image of a waiter. Plain, simple and easy to overlook. Tonight, he dons the face of Ito Kiriya, a college student moonlighting as a waiter for a catering service. Gone are his trademark green hair and eyes; now replaced with black and dark brown. His freckles has been erased with makeup, nothing too heavy that it will draw unnecessary attention. Izuku is no longer a respectable spy, but an exhausted kid who is thinking about upcoming deadlines.

For a moment, Izuku closes his eyes and remembers to hope. Whatever happens tonight, he will never give up hope. He will never give up on Shouto.

Iida steps beside him, clad in an elegant black suit and without his glasses. His role is an assistant who was forced to accompany his boss in the hopes that she won’t get too drunk in front of important associates. After all, the stakes are high here.

“This will work, Midoriya,” Iida says, shoulders straight and firm in his belief. “We will take him back.”

He can only nod, his mind as clear as it’s always been on the job. He knows they have back-up, their friends either infiltrating the party as well or waiting in the sidelines for support. This is not an agency-sanctioned mission, but he knows full well that they have the agency’s full support.

Izuku clenches his fist. It’s now or never.

It’s time to infiltrate the Todoroki estate and bring Shouto home.

#tododekuweek #bnha #tododeku #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #iida tenya #bnha spy au #lol #let's see if something comes out of this au #rain writes

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