#╳ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᵖ ᶜʰᵃᵗ┊ asks

[yarokh]

“Now we are the kids from yesterday.”

                                     danger days starters / acc. / @tnyas​

            maybe. it’s easy to think that, because when you’re sixteen life feels so long already you don’t know how short a year really is. life stretches from class to class to homework to near death experience after near death experience. would being a hero be so much different?

             you flop back onto the dewy morning grass. maybe you should have rested. maybe you should not have followed the path to the morning light, was it worth staying up to see the sun crack the skyline. and tenya, every inch your friend an equal keeping pace. engine to one for all. both skidding to a halt at the edge of campus. 

              both of you, survived your first year of UA. officially. and next year is only going to get harder for the both of you. all might’s back grows closer with each passing second and tensei’s path needs finishing. adulthood close enough to feel at the edge of your finger tips but no where ready to run towards it yet.

            ❝  and today’s heroes.   ❞

                it’s probably cheesy to say, but so is i am here and iuzku’s going to let himself get as much milalage out of that as he’s possibly allowed to.

[yarokh]

🎵for a battle theme song

                                           boss battle asks / accepting / @digifae

              his battle theme, it’s pretty straight forward actually. it’s you say run, but like angrier??? does that make sense.

[yarokh]

‘ hc ‘ + tradition

                                 hc + word meme  / acc / @unsuccesscr

                    tradition.

         he stands at the edge of the b’ma eyes gazing upon the arc before him. holy scrolls gaze back to him. he looks away, he can see the all mighty in the glint of the crowns. something feels special but he cannot place it. but for now he cannot look. perhaps he when is older, he will look up to it. 

          israel fought an angel. a wrestling match, a wrestling match that he won. when he prevails he learns there was no angel. only the all mighty themself. he’s six when he remembers hearing the story, it does not feel new then. he probably heard he when he was even smaller but it strikes a chord. who is he if not the descendant of the man who fought the all mighty themself. it’s a good standard. he’ll look up to it. 

            david and goliath create something new in his young soul. he hears it, arm still sizzling as he curls in on himself. the rickety chairs and scorched flesh distract him from the board. he can still feel kacchan’s red gaze fixed in on him. goliath blessed by the gifts of size and strength. defeated by david, a child, a boy, smaller, weaker. because he was clever enough, because he had earned it enough. shaking with his good hand clutching the burn mark and quaking shoulders. he picks david as his hebrew name finally. he’ll look up to it. 

                the high holy days. tashlich. his fingers slip through his grains before launching it quirk and all into the water. he will atone for his misgivings for the past year. he will not worry his mother more than he needs to, he won’t hurt himself to use his powers anymore, he’ll save more. he won’t fail. the crumbs land in the water and he stands taller the sun shining in his eyse guiding his future. he will look up to it. 

                  tikkun olam. the act of healing of the world. a command and a promise. he’s not supposed to be in this world and survive, he is supposed to make it better. a guiding jewish principle. he’ll look up to it.

[yarokh]

unforeseen :3

                                         one word prompts / acc / @pyrrhe

                there’s no way to tell when your world’s orbit will change, hurtling in a different path directly towards you. but god izuku cannot look away from that face. the arena is packed full of people paying good money for some god old fashioned violence without regrets. blood sports that do not allow killing really, no real rules other than if you kill you opponent the money that you have earned for beating them goes to their family as compensation. 

                 he barely passed his fight by the skin of his teeth, an esper with a power that brainwashes. if the gauntlets had not literally shocked him he doubted that he would have been able to get anywhere near winning that fight. he’s already taken some pretty extensive notes on the subject for his book, but for now he’s got eyes glued to the young man standing in the middle of the arena. 

                   there had been tape man with tape dispensers on his elbows., an odd enhancement that izuku had wondered about initially. more practical than fun. though not everyone can have funky enhancements izuku supposes. but izuku does not even spare that boy a glance, green eyes are completely transfixed on sero’s opponent. 

                    shouto todoroki, stands like the world is watching him. izuku included, the captivating red and white hair split perfectly down the middle. mismatched eyes, the same ones that bore into izuku’s face not even an hour before staring at the gauntlet’s on his wrist with angry determination to beat him. then again when he had dragged izuku aside behind the arena wall, there had been no tears just an angry explanation of his life tumbling out of his mouth that he clearly needed to share with someone.

                      it does not surprise izuku when sero tapes shouto up he barely moves for moment. then it’s over. it’s all over, the poor tape kid did not even stand a single chance at the wall of ice. he’s frozen in place literally, but izuku never looks at him or the ice wall. his eyes are completely focused on shouto’s face. he looks so sad.

[yarokh]

ur portrayal is above average but your ugly theme and annoying icons make me wish that you had you stuck with your old ones. also your attitude is worse that hot garbage and if i wasn't so invested in tddk i'd probably just block you

                                 beep beep it’s the opinion truck / anon

starting the opinion meme off strong, i see. my icons aren’t annoying you’re just racist. block me anyway.

[yarokh]

Thank god you’re breathing.

                                               lost meme / not acc / @pyrrhe

                         ❝  won’t be able to get rid of me that easy.❞

              he laughs but his eyes are watering. he’s been out for a bit, two days the nurses had told when he had blinked back into existence. he’s alive, stabilized but not unscathed. he managed to survive his encounter with all for one, but he’s not sure if he would be able to do something like that again. would he even half to?

              there are blurry memories, his fists pounding into all for one’s face with the power of the other eight behind him. felt their hopes and dreams flow through him along with their shared quirk. he had survived, this fight and he would live. lucky boy.

                 green eyes finally seek out shouto’s worried. very lucky boy. he’d been stubborn, perhaps made the wrong choice in taking shouto’s from him. ruined the tactical edge of having both shouto and tenya with him and choosing to face all for one with just kacchan and ochako. neither had questioned it, just prepared for themselves for the nightmare ahead. 

                  he leans up eyes searching shouto’s face for any marks. he’s a little banged up, a smattering of bruises and exhausted eyes. like he hasn’t slept since the fight. thank god he’s still alive too look that upset at him. sad and angry shouto he can deal with. izuku hooks his remaining arm over his husband’s neck, mad or not he leans down. 

                     the kiss is small more a reminder that they’re both still very much alive than anything else. when they finally break apart he pushes the dual toned locks out of shouto’s eyes. maybe he would make a different choice if he had that moment all over again. but in this one, he cannot bring himself to regret it. 

[yarokh]

Hey Izuku isn't black

hey did you know that if you don’t want to let the fact my izuku is mixed into your calloused racist heart. you are able to follow literally any other izuku.

[yarokh]

try + stain

                                 meme i lost ages ago / sel acc / @pyrrhe

            you are not wrong. the people may not sing your praises as you walk through the streets but behind closed doors and the safety of tweets they scream your name, craving the blood for those who have failed them for so long. a chorus of voices crying out in misery. 

             heroism, at it’s core is based in self sacrifice. based in the honor of selfless desires to help. for saving those who can not help themselves. the pinnacle of human hope, to save, to protect, to love the masses with the hand that saves them. to expect no compensation. pure selflessness. 

              what you see before you is not heroism, what is splayed out on the ground bloodied by your sword is a poor imitation. a corruption of the ideal that means so much to you. how dare he be in it for the money. the money? not because he wanted to take of himself, but because he wanted to be rich. the thought makes bile rise in your throat. how dare he call himself a hero.

                 he is not worthy of being allowed to tell your story. those who follow your cause do not deserve to be cursed by his voice shouting into the night. the world gains nothing from his life, his death will present your vision to the greater world. you’ll let another live

[yarokh]

❝ i just think the watching the candles burn is kinda… beautiful. ❞

                                        chanukah starters / acc / @pyrrhe

         izuku’s eyes shine, not only with the reflection of the chanukiah. chanukah is the festival of lights, a celebration to feel warmth in the lengthening nights of winter. the perfect holiday for someone who is half-hot and half-cold. izuku wraps his arms shouto, lifting him lightly in the air with joy.

           there’s so much joy in his face. an element that has wrought so much misery into shouto’s life is something he can find any kind of beauty in now. let alone in just watching. love pumps through his heart and into his veins. perhaps this is how holidays are supposed to feel like. he’s never understood the celebrate at the end of so many jewish holidays. but watching shouto’s face right now, he finally. he understands.

[yarokh]

her baby grandson gets a headkiss! shes so proud of him

               he smiles, leaning his head up into the proper head smooching position. he is the luckiest son boy—well grand son boy this time and he is very aware of that fact. 

[yarokh]

a smile, and he leans against izuku. "i've never... had a new years kiss before." he's not subtle.

                                       ❝ me neither.  ❞

           to be fair, until a few months ago izuku had never been kissed anybody. shouto is the only person that he’s really kissed before. the results of being an incredibly unpopular child, thanks kacchan. not that he really minded. it was sweet to be able to say that shouto was his first kiss, even if they had needed time to actually figure out how to kiss. 

            that being said, izuku has never really been one to keep his boyfriend waiting. he’s already surging up to shouto’s first new years kiss. just as shouto is leaning down to give him one. the resulting head bonk surprises more than it hurts but it does take them a second to reoriented. izuku leans up and presses a kiss to the part of shouto’s cheek that he had collided with. 

                              ❝ that’s what we get for waiting. ❞

             that earns him a smile and shouto’s soft snorts instead of laughter. izuku’s face gains a mock offended expression at the sound. he reaches out wiggling his fingers just enough to make shouto quake with joy and real out loud laughter. izuku’s green eyes sweep over shouto’s face with a smile that could outshine the sun. finally only stopping when they can hear inko’s impassioned counting for the next room. 

              they ring in the new year, their first new year together with a kiss that’s keeps being interrupted by their own laughter. honestly there’s so much joy in the room it’s hard to believe that less than a year ago they had been fighting at the sports festival. he could not think of a better way to start their year.

[yarokh]

[ sms ] → i got kicked out of Barns and Nobles cuz i put all the bibles in the fiction section

                                                text meme / acc / @regnoi

              [ sms → trigon’s daughter ? ] did you go on reddit yet today

[yarokh]

there's a shaking of hands. he feels both excited and terrified. there's the voice mail; a year old and and sitting there. finally, finally he presses the call button. "hey, izuku." shouto's voice cracks slightly. "i'm- shit- i'm moving to america. it's... a big place but... i'm here for good. and... i-if you want... we... if you... w-want to see me... just let me know." he presses the end button, leans back, and the plane begins to take off.

                           izuku feels exhausted, his bones ache from breaking so many times, his wrist is swollen with his most recent sprain, and his head is currently being iced. he wants to peel his costume off, soak in some hot water, and then curl up into his bed and pass out. he wants the day to be over, even though he knows he the moment he crawls into disgustingly empty bed he’ll feel the world fall back on his shoulders and drag himself up to fight harder until he cannot anymore. he can feel all for one’s eyes staring down his back. 

                             all might. mom. shoucchan ---todoroki, he tries to remind himself even in the middle of his tears that he’s not shoucch---todoroki’s boyfriend anymore. he’s not allowed to call him sweet nicknames anymore. tenya. ochako. kacchan. 

                               the names are easy. keeping him grounded in reality. he cannot see any of them right now, all might is gone. he refuses to see his mom or his friends. kacchan he gives updates every once in while just to let tenya, ochako, but especially his mom aware that he was still alive. he is not sure if shouto’s been given the same treatment, though if he is not that is one hundred percent izuku’s doing. he did break up with shouto the week before he left. he falls over onto his too large mattress and picks up his neglected phone.

                                 dave and melissa are serious about his training, he barely gets time to look at the device nowadays. not that anyway besides them, the pretty girl from his history of international heroics class who’s taken way too much of an interest in his well being, or his dealer ever contact him on it. so when his eyes catch the recognizable phone number. panic rises through his throat as he finally listens.

                                  the dam of tears breaks after the second word. the crack in his voice so familiar so far away, god he’s missed him so much. his heart beats through his chest like a base drum, tears flowing out of his eyes like it’s nothing. he’s coming to america? probably for school. maybe something heroic here for him too learn. izuku buries his face into the all might pillow tears finally starting to quell. 

                                    izuku sends a text, he’s a coward perhaps. not calling back at first, but also he did call an entire year ago and was a total mess so maybe it was for the best. instead he sends a very simple where are you landing? and prays that shouto’s phone as wifi so he can answer and maybe he’ll have the chance to meet him there.

[yarokh]

Dear past me,

                                            dear whoever / acc / @tenebroum

                    dear past me,

      you were, right. i don’t want to give away too much about the life you’re going to experience because so much of it is important for you to figure out as it comes. but do not be scared. you’re going to be just fine. you can do it, as long as you don’t give up there’s hope for you.

     but even if i’m scared about ruining things from happening the way it was supposed to be. but i’ve got a couple of things i want to let you know ahead of time. keep an eye on tenya, if he starts to slip away make sure he knows that you care about him. you’re gonna worry your mom. she loves you and she does have your best interests at heart, don’t ignore her. and most importantly, you have legs too.

                                       the best,

                                                 the hero, deku.

                          ps the names feels right, you just gotta grow into it.

[yarokh]

"Hohoho! You've been amazing, Deku-kun, so I've brought you a small gift! I hope you don't mind! I wish I could give you more but I hope you like it!" Out of the sac she held on her back, she pulled out a small green bag with red tissue paper peeking out. Inside the bag were a pair of black gloves with a hand embroidered All Might symbol! "Please take care of your hands this year, especially this cold season, Deku-kun! And keep up the awesome work future hero! You're the coolest!"

            a gift from santaraka, how luck can you get deku? there are tears in his eyes as he takes the gloves from her. as his fingers slide over the fabric, the smooth fabric would keep his hands both warm and more steady. and they had all might’s symbol on it and no one else would have it. there’s something about having a completely original one of a kind of piece of merch that makes his little collector heart beat like a bass drum.

                                        ❝thank you, they’re so perfect. ❞

           he passes her cookies that he had picked out for her christmas, tied around the top of the bag was a bracelet with the capricorn constellation. he may not technically celebrate it, but he wanted to make sure that she’s got something from him. he loves her, she’s his best friend and she deserves something for it. also he had accidently bought her too many birthday presents and it’s a good idea to split them up at least a little bit right?

[yarokh]

“ We deserve rest, even if for one night. ”

                                   lost meme / acc if you can find it / @pyrrhe​

             izuku’s presses his face into his hands. the room feels so small right now. he needs to run, to move, to fight with everything he has. there are marks on his wrists where one for tore his arms apart. improper integration, all might had said as recovery girl had tried to knit his arm bones together. he does get the urge to push shouto away right now. izuku having another injury is not something that he needs right now. 

             he’s avoiding shouto’s eyes, knows if he looks up even for a second that he’s going to cave to shouto and rest despite the fact that he’s healed enough to be at work. despite recovery girl’s protests about the state of arms. they were not broken anymore just sore now. he could deal with sore while fighting. shouto’s words waft into his ears and with a small smile meant to reassure, his slide up to his classmate’s face.

              his eyes slide over the worn metal slightly dull metal of shouto’s face grafts, before a brown and an artificial eye capture his gaze holding it there. they stare at each other for a second before izuku sighs. he feels so restless, there are people who need saving and those people should not have to wait for him to pass a stupid test to be able to help them. sleeping is a waste of their time.

                but, he is tired. the day hurt, the day exhausted him, and how can save people if he can barely lift his head. he’s run himself into the ground these past few days and they’re still only in training. he needs to learn how to handle his life better. he leans forward a little, pressing his sleepy forehead to shouto’s shoulder.