#(Doing Some Bad To Do Some Good) Mr Shimura

[ask-spw-mercenary]

The armory door immediately got shut afterwards.

Inside the armory…

The masked man then watches as the crate is opened up, revealing a weapon that looked similar to a minigun, but there were only 6 large barrels. As the workers begin finding out where to place this new weapon, the masked man gets a call. “Hello, Director.”

“Alchemist. Did you deliver the weapon as requested?”

“Yep, we managed to get it over here. Though we had to store the ammunition elsewhere for now. Didn’t want to risk the chemicals leaking.” This ‘Alchemist’ chuckles. “How’s your project going? Y’know, the overgrown lizards we made improvements too.”

“The neo-raptors are successful. We’ve had yet to do a properfield test, but it’s as you said. If we need countermeasures against your br- I mean, that devil’s monstrosities, then we should settle on going all the way.”

“Glad to hear… do you intend on telling your grandmaster about this pet project or wha-”

“No. He wouldn’t approve of this, not until we have a demonstration of their prowess.”

“Whatever you say, sir.” The alchemist would cringe if he could, but he won’t 

Eijiro was idly wandering the SPW facility, under strict threat of "you know how you can get in restricted areas? Don't," having recently been brought to and from the hospital by Dr. Cross to get his cast off. He'd been encouraged to do a little wandering since he'd been laid up for so long. [poorly-drawn-akira]

The halls were empty currently as Eijiro was roaming.

[autumnmobile12]

Normally when I create OCs, they're background characters. Names attached to a function; this character’s father, that guy’s childhood friend, etc. Sometimes I try to slip in cameo characters from other series for some extra fun. Ultimately, they serve no purpose.

But in Chapter 5 of Ambush Simulation, the character of Mr. Compress’ mother, Sako Koharu, kinda took on a life of her own and I decided to create a character design.

The inspiration behind Sako Koharu “Miss Sinister” came from the fact that Compress and his great-grandfather, Harima Oji, do not share a surname.  True, this could be because of one or more identity changes down the three generations, but it’s more interesting if this was a matrilineal relation. There is that one brief flashback Compress has where his father is talking to him about the family bloodline, but since the line is, 'you carry the Harima bloodline,' and not 'we,' there's just enough wiggle room that it's plausible the guy could have been referring to the lineage as an adjacent outsider.

So Sako Koharu.

Koharu was Harima Oji’s granddaughter and a thief.

The other part that went in her creation was my skeptism that all villains just accepted All For One as the crime overlord.  Historically, that’s not how humans behave, and I say that if there’s a whole gaggle of heroes who aspired to surpass All Might despite it seeming impossible, then there’s not reason a villain wouldn’t aspire to surpass AFO. You can't tell me that in all the years he was in power, not one villain looked at him and thought,

"That's a nice throne he's got there. I think I'll take it."

...

Similar to Compress’ ability to create an enclosed space and trap people/items, Koharu’s Quirk was Vacuum.  She could create a sealed space devoid of oxygen, and she used it to suffocate her victims.  It takes four to six minutes for suffocation to kill a person, so with her willingness to subject someone to that, Koharu was cold and ruthless with her enemies, and she used her Quirk to intimidate other villains, earning her a place as a feared crime lord. However, despite Koharu’s cruel demeanor, it is important to note that Compress never speaks of her in a negative way.  When Toga asks him if he had a good family, he answers, “The best.”  He also does not want to traumatize Toga with a description of how they died, both to spare her nightmares and to keep himself from reliving it.  This affection for his deceased family members contrasted with Koharu’s brutality gives a much deeper meaning to his line in Chapter 2:

“I’ve met criminals and villains who had more integrity than this.”

Compress saw firsthand what Toga’s normal family did to her, he knows about Shimura’s past with his civilian father, he suspects something bad happened to Magne with her family (although she’s told no one in their group about her past), and he knows how Endeavor the hero has abused his family.

And he’s left with the cynicism of,  “My mother was one of the most feared villains of the criminal underground and had aspirations of surpassing the current villain overlord.  And she was the most wonderful parent I knew. She loved us equally, she didn't care if we had or didn't have the same potential she did, she made sure we knew our heritage, but she didn't push us toward her path of radicalism.”

In spite of being a vicious criminal, Koharu loved and fiercely protected what was hers right up until the end.

RIP to a real one.

...

Her design had two inspirations, and it's rare that I can pinpoint something that specific in my head.

Her clothes came from this official art of Allen Walker from D. Gray Man. (Also took some inspo from the pose, too.)

And her design in general was inspired by Julia Belmont from Castlevania Nocturne.

Allen's influence made her look a little more ringmaster than whatever look Compress was going for, but the general aesthetic of emulating his late mother is there.

[e-lisard]

Letter of Doom

Characters: Shimura Kyomi, Vanarath (Kyomi's (usually adoptive) dad), brief advisor

Story: Sleeping Brat (Descend into Magic sleeping beauty AU)

TW: none

WC: 567

"Kyomi, listen to me," pops says, unusually serious as he gently holds Kyomi's shoulders. And really, even if he hadn't sounded that serious, she still would've known something was up, with him calling her by her name, rather than some variation of beastie.

"Pops?" She tilts her head, nodding at him to go on. It can't be about her sneaking out - she's careful, and he could've just sent guards after her. It's not like it's a secret where she's headed.

"It's- fear is a disease, okay? Especially fear of a people. And I'm going to need you to never succumb to it."

"Huh?" What brought this on? Did something happen? Pops looks back at an advisor, Callan, who'd stayed behind for god knows why.

"Vanarath, I don't think it's a good idea to tell her. After all-"

"While I appreciate your advice, I think I should. It's about her, too. She deserves to know. So please, give me the letter."

"... Very well. Until another time, prince,"

"Bye, Mr. Callan." Kyomi waves at him, turning back to pops the moment she's out the door. "What's happening?"

"We got a letter, from the fae." Pops looks down at the letter in his hands, and Kyomi follows his eyes. The writing on it is elegant, but at entirely the wrong angle for her to read like this. "It warns us that, essentially, they'll make us pay for the death of their princess, almost 200 years ago."

"... Don't they realize that has nothing to do with us anymore?" Sure, pops is almost 100 now, and Kyomi and Dia will live longer than humans too, it comes with not quite being human, but that had still been her grandfather. Even pops hadn't been born yet. And the people of their country... They are human. 200 years for them is almost an eternity.

"I'm not sure they do," pops says with a wry little laugh. "But even if they did, they want payback. It's part of why that battle happened, about 50 years ago."

"I see... But what does that have to do with fear?"

"Because the reason their princess died is because humans feared the fae, and attacked them. They weren't from our country, but they did move through here, so the fae blamed our kingdom. And... This letter specifically threatens my children."

... A child for a child, huh. Awfully rude. Kyomi is just 20, and Dia only 26. Still. "Do you need me to stop sneaking out?" She can't stand being locked in the castle for longer periods of time, but she can try if it's what he needs to set his mind at ease.

"No, no, although I appreciate the offer." Pops laughs, laying one of his hands on her head. "My thoughtful little beastie. No, I don't need you to stop going out. I would, however, appreciate if you could take your sorcerer with you, on new outings."

"Yeah, sure." Kyomi nods. Solomon isn't a bad choice, and he'll keep the kids amused, too.

"Thank you." Pops pulls her into a hug, pressing kisses to the top of her head. "No matter what happens, never forget how much I love you, okay?"

"I won't." Kyomi's voice is muffled, pressed into pops as she is. "You don't forget how much I love you, either."

"And don't forget, don't succumb to fear, okay? You're stronger than that."

---

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[ask-dario-brando-ii]

3 months after being approached by Shimura…

Dario decided to take Shimura’s offer to assist him, mostly to just do something other than rot in a cell. Sure he had to trade in his cuffs for a bomb implanted in his skull, but he understood that it was a necessity. Still Dario knew to remain in line, thus his success with assisting Shimura with the dino army he was building. He presented the idea of raptors, thus leaving the Giga on the backburner in exchange for more effective troops, however the artifical raptors had a few bugs still, but the prototype was successful, especially since Dario was using more of his DNA to help keep them stablized. In short, everything was better than he expected. Despite the bomb in his skull, he certainly was using his skills for something worthwhile. He just hoped that he’ll never be in the field.

[ask-dario-brando-ii]

“We haven’t met, but I’m Oroku Shimura, but you can just call me Mr Shimura.” The man extends his hand to Uni.

Shimura sees Uni and approaches her. ”So you’re the one I keep hearing about.” - Director Oroku Shimura (ask-dario-brando-ii)

@ask-dario-brando-ii

Uni tilts their head at them. She'd never seen them before? Wait, maybe they're talking to somebody else...

Uni looks around before pointing at themselves with a head tilt.

[plinkcat-gif]

oooh 24 obkkrn writing or drawing lol <333

yayyyyy is my guys!!!!!! prompt requested from this post, still open to doing these if anyone missed it/still wants to <33

high school au, they’re wrapping up their senior year and obito would really like for them to stay together when school’s finished, if possible. a little bit of my codependent girl summer au but it’s not bc this would never happen 😭😭

also feel like this has some weird pacing sorry vera 😔😔😔

Obito swallowed hard, tongue stuck in his throat. Really, this shouldn’t be so terrifying; asking them on a date, that was.

He knew Kakashi was bisexual and that Rin was interested in Kakashi, so she wasn’t lesbian. But there was only the terrifying prospect that they both might not be interested in a polyamorous relationship.

It was stupid to think that—he was at least…fifty-three percent sure that Rin was interested in him too. He could totally be mistaking it as just a close friendship, but even that would be okay if she still wanted to be part of the relationship. All he wanted was his two favorite people with him in his future.

And Kakashi had never actually expressed any interest in either of them romantically, nor engaged in any “hot or not” discussions about other kids at their school, or really talked about people he found attractive at all…

Forget it. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should just propose that they live in the same city. Maybe he should just propose nothing at all and they would all leave high school and go their separate ways.

“Obito!” Rin’s voice called from her car. “Are you trying to waste your entire lunch?”

“You look like a freak,” Kakashi added helpfully, throwing a grape at him from Rin’s backseat. It hit him square on the forehead and bounced a couple times on the asphalt before rolling under someone’s car.

Broken from his thoughts he looked up and glared at Kakashi, speeding up his pace. “Yeah, actually, I was trying to waste my entire lunch. And you two just ruined it.”

“Oh, no, by all means, keep wasting it,” Kakashi said, reaching forward and locking the passenger door just before Obito could reach the handle.

“Hey!” Obito yelled indignantly, reaching in Kakashi’s window and unlocking it. Kakashi took the opportunity to throw another grape at him, and then Rin locked the door again before Obito could open it. “Okay, you know what? I’m just not eating with you guys,” Obito scoffed, pulling back.

“Noo, I’m sorry Obito,” Rin whined, unlocking the door again. “Please, otherwise I have to listen to Kakashi complain about Mr. Shimura and frankly I’d rather kill myself.”

Relenting with a grin, Obito said, “Shimura’s an asshole though,” and slid into the passenger seat. “What’d he do this time?”

“Killing myself,” Rin muttered as Kakashi said, “Verbally berated me about my track performance again. But like, in the discreet way he does. He wants me to join chess club so badly.”

“I keep saying you could probably get him to pay you for it, and could help pay off your dad’s medical bills,” Obito said with a shrug, and Kakashi snorted.

“And I’d say that’s a quick way to lose any chance at a scholarship, which would be infinitely more helpful in paying those bills off.” He reached forward and tapped Obito’s head. “Think of the long-term, dude.”

Obito swatted his hand away and cranked back the seat, just to be in Kakashi’s way. He pulled out his lunch thinking he’d get a moment to eat, but was most unfortunately, wrong.

“What were you thinking about out there?” Rin asked. “You looked anxious as hell. Got a test coming up?”

Shit. “Yes.”

“That’s a lie,” Kakashi said. Obito jerked, scowling at the ceiling.

“And how would you know?”

“You just had unit tests in all your classes except math and econ, both of which you don’t care about and would never be stressed about.”

“Ooh, good point,” Rin mused, watching Obito stress-eat his sandwich. “So what are you lying about?”

“Extreme pain,” Obito said, a little too quickly. “I should’ve brought my crutches today, and it’s why I was walking so slow.”

Kakashi kneed the back of his seat. “That’s a lie, too.”

“That’s ableist as fuck,” Obito retorted, and they couldn’t really argue with that. Obito was annoyingly good at hiding his pain for the most part, even if that wasn’t the case now.

Rin’s we’ll never know if you don’t tell us went unsaid and an uncomfortable air filled the space. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck it.

“Do you guys want to go out?”

He regretted it as soon as he said it. He should have specified. He should have—

“Like, on a date?” Kakashi asked, voice slightly strained. Obito gave a jerky nod.

“Like…the three of us?” Rin asked, gesturing between themselves. Obito hesitated, then nodded again. He could feel the heat radiating from his face and he wished he was dead and melting into the ground and—

“I’m down if you are,” Rin said, shrugging at Kakashi. “I’ve kind of been wanting to for a while anyway, but…”

“Holy shit,” Obito breathed, hands flying to cover his face. “Kakashi please answer.”

“Uh—Yeah, I mean. Yeah. But I just—“

“Spit it out!” Rin snapped, eyes wide and half-grinning with adrenaline. “Yes or no! Now I’m invested and if you say no I’m going to probably be very upset.”

“Yes! Of course!” Kakashi exclaimed, frantically waving his hands. “It’s just that—I’m aromantic. So like, I’d like to be with you guys, but more in a best friend way, if that makes sense.”

“Not really,” Obito admitted, drawing his hands from his face. “But you still want to be in a relationship with us, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just don’t really…want anything to change with us. Like we start treating each other differently because we’re boyfriends and girlfriends now. If that happens, I mean. I’ve never…”

“Been in a relationship,” Rin finished for him. “That’s cool. Glad we’re your first, I guess.”

“I promise I’ll still argue with you, babe,” Obito said, a grin splitting his face when Kakashi reached forward to smack his chest. He cringed away and Kakashi switched to punching his shoulder instead, Rin reaching over to pry him away.

“Jesus christ, you two!” she shouted, half laughing and not really trying to stop Kakashi as he tried to shove a grape into Obito’s ear.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Obito yelled, laughing as he opened the car door and stumbled out, running a distance away to make sure Kakashi wouldn’t attack him again.

The bell rang and Kakashi and Rin caught up with him, as usual, and Obito mourned his lack of lunch to them while they reminded him it was mostly his fault for walking so slow.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Hey there, I want to ask something. When Tenko gets saved, what's going to happen with him? Will he join his family members? Will he get adopted or something? I am legit scared of him dying.

The same applies for Tomura. Will he die? Now that he is almost merged with AFO when he completes the merging does that mean that Tomura is dead? If by some way he survives, what will happen to him?

Sorry this may be confusing but I am really worried about Tenko/Tomura.

I don't think he's going to die.

I love Tomura, but he's just a part of his real being. Tomura is the name AFO gave him, it's the guy under AFO's control.

Tenko is not only the child he was. He is the combination of everyone Tomura has been, but in the present. Tenko is what you get when you get Tomura from AFO and you give him his own space.

Of course, it depends on Tomura if he wants to be called Tenko (the Shimura name) or Tomura (the AFO name).

Tomura/Tenko is not going to die. I think we're probably get an open ending, with the idea of the saved villains working to find their place withing society, a better society btw.

I think it's safe to say All Might and Deku will worry about Tomura/Tenko and try and help him adapt. All Might feels responsible for what happened to him, for all the thing with Nana. And Deku becomes really close to everyone he saves. And from what we saw in the manga, Tomura/Tenko is actually pretty amazing when it comes to making friends, because he's very sincere and open to the world.

There's a possibility of Tomura/Tenko ending without a quirk, and being no longer a treaty to society. Or he can keep his quirk now that he perfectly controls it. Either way, he would probably keep many scars from his time mixed with AFO and there will be a improvement implied.

I personally think Horikoshi will show us a more heroic side of Tomura/Tenko. The whole narrative of his childhood is still there, of Tenko/Tomura being hero coded or having hero traits. Also, if Kurogiri doesn't die, Tomura/Tenko would still have a paternal figure. And don't forget there are many others villains who will also get a second chance. Tomura/Tenko will probably keep being close to the members of the League. Remember he is their friend.

I think we'll be able to see even if a little the siblings relationship between Deku and Tomura, as a counterpart of the whole OFA and AFO battle. I personally really want to see Aizawa softening a little with Tomura, but that's asking for too much.

Have you seen the ending Sasuke got in Naruto? It basically was Sasuke starting to work to pay for his mistakes. Something like that could happen with Tomura/Tenko, with him starting to help rebuild the bnha society in a better way, as a way of making up for all he did. He has many traumas, many issues, has lost a lot, so even if Deku saves him with his talk, Horikoshi will show us how much Tomura/Tenko will need to work to find himself and his place in the world.

Besides, Tomura/Tenko is one of Horikoshi's favorite. He writes so carefully his arc, of course he's not going to throw it to the trashcan. Even with the whole Star and Stripe current arc it's amazing the level of detail Horikoshi puts in Tomura/Tenko and the situation with AFO.

I also think Deku will try to give a second chance to villains. We saw a snippet of it with Lady Nagant and Overhaul: There are two options: bad people who still insist on doing bad stuff (they deserve to go back to jail) and villains that want to do work for a better future, villains like Gentle Criminal and La Brava, of Mr. Compress and Spinner, who will get to help in other ways. And Tomura/Tenko is the biggest example of it. A person doesn't have to be "evil" forever.

I think people won't forget easily what Tomura/Tenko did, but Deku is going to show (somehow) to everyone that Tomura/Tenko deserves the help. If Tomura/Tenko fights against AFO too, that's extra points.

I hope you find this somehow a good answer, but please remember I'm just one human being speculating and wishing stuff. There's a possibility I'm wrong, but... Well, yeah, this is my opinion. Hope you like it!

[ihatetaxes99]

Right, I'm in a semi-foul mood right now, so what better time to rant about something that gets on my nerves, particularly how people treat Mr. Compress' reveal and rescue of the League.

First of all, yes, I am biased. Atsuhiro is my favourite character in the series and Chapter 294 is overall my second favourite chapter, only behind Tenko Shimura: Origin Parts One and Two (which I tend to collect in my mind as one chapter.) So yes, I will admit that I find myself just a little tilted when I see how people downplay Sako's sacrifice. Because quite frankly, it's far more integral than it is given credit for.

First of all, there's the issue of why Sako only Compressed his rear as opposed to his whole body. Now, I am not here to get into the logistics of Co press as a Quirk, or what limitations it may have, because that is not something any of us can answer. So, why didn't he go with the far less painful option? Well, the way I look at it, there's a very important panel to explain that:

It's not a particularly flattering shot of our favourite heteromorph, but it's important to understanding why Atsuhiro did not merely compress then decompress his whole body. His plan hinges on Spinner, the one he knows to be closest to Tomura out of all of the League, being there to wake Shigaraki. From this panel, it's pretty obvious that there aren't even seconds left until Iguchi is choked out by Jeanist completely. There is no guarantee that compressing, then decompressing, is going to give him enough time. He needed to go for something faster and something shocking. There was nothing to ensure that Jeanist couldn't just immediately re-snare him, so, of only for a second, the sight of him so willingly maiming himself would instill enough shock to have Jeanist pause for just a moment, to give Sako some more precious femtoseconds of wriggle room.

So, even without going into the ideas of the limitations behind Compress, we already have a very good reason why he would have felt forced to go the drastic route. It may not be explained through dialogue, but it's plain as day to see.

Then, there's the plan itself, which is less of some grand escapist scheme and more based upon buying as much time as possible until the Nomu arrive. I will admit, when this was revealed in Chapter 295, I myself was rather disappointed, that we didn't get something truly becoming of Sako's wits and wiles. As a plan, it's bumbling, it's hanging on by a single thread and the slightest upset could throw everything to the dogs. 

But, does this make it bad? I would say no. The League were forced into an impossible situation. Toga was AWOL, Tomura was down for the count, Skeptic was pinned under a fallen Gigantomachia and they were a long way from home. If anything, the simplicity and brute force nature of the plan spoke to the development of Sako's character.

And just what do I mean by that? Well, let me indulge. Atsuhiro Sako is, or was, a cowardly asshole. Both self-confessed and evidenced through his actions, he is not the kind of person to have one's back. Be it his terrified reaction to being forced into the lion's den:

To his reaction to Bubaigawara's concern over Okuta:

It's clear that, at least at first, he is not particularly admirable or respectful towards his colleagues. Despite being the sanest member of the League, he's also possibly one of the coldest. Not in the same over-the-top manner as Dabi, but in a far more subdued way. He doesn't trust others, he doesn't even trust the League. He cares for their wellbeing about as far as he believes they can help him achieve his dream. Was this coldness born of a life of poverty that his character sheet suggests him to have had? That would be delving into speculation, but the key point is that Atsuhiro is selfish and he's cowardly.

Until this panel:

This is the moment it all clicks in his mind. And the moment everything changes for him. In this moment, in the League's darkest hour, he stops running and he stops hiding. Before, Atsuhiro would hide behind the ideas of flashy schemes and his own self-awareness from the realities of his hardships. All of that crumbles in this instant. His fear, his own lack of confidence in his physical ability, is all put to the wayside for this single glorious moment as he runs forward.

He doesn't hesitate. He shreds his clothing, destroys his body. The Atsuhiro who stands exhausted and wounded yet proud as he brushes back his hair is not the same man who a few months ago, screamed in terror as he was shoved down into the Hassaikai's layer. 

He is no longer solely motivated by his own goals and his own safety. While back on the outskirts of Deika, he criticised Twice for his attachment to his fellow villain, now he thinks nothing of going out of his way to rescue Dabi and Skeptic, two people who are completely irrelevant to the wellbeing of Harima's legacy. He's going all in and he's made his final performance one to remember.

Now, this is far from a perfect character arc. Sako's relatively sparse amount of appearances throughout the series means that he does seemingly go from coward to hero of the League with no real transition. This can mostly be blamed on minor character syndrome, but it still serves as an interesting idea. Izuku Midoriya goes from a weak kid pushed around by the world to someone who can take fate in his own hands with his own power. Tomura Shigaraki goes from a ranting manchild to a calculating, lethal and thoroughly terrifying angel of death, a messiah for the downtrodden of BNHA's society to rally behind. And Atsuhiro Sako goes from a man complacent to wallow in his own inaction to one who smashed past all of his limits to save those that he never would have imagined himself caring for.

So, why the fuck does no one ever talk about this?

Well, I have my theories, be it minor character syndrome striking back, since I'm fairly certain Sako has five fans on the planet, and I count for two of them. It could also be that unlike others, this is a less explicit progression. None of what I have said above is ever outright stated through dialogue (at least, not yet; I'm still waiting for that Sako interrogation chapter, Horikoshi.) It could also be that I am delusional and all of this is just my own inference for a character I am desperately trying to find some legitimate reasons to explain my irrational love of, and this character arc is either unintentional or non-existent. But either way, it's a crying shame that I never see people look at the deeper aspects of his character. They are there, even if finding them means realising he's less of a wholesome dad figure to the League and more of a self-centred asshole. I just find it fascinating that his involvement with the LoV had arguably made him into a better person than he was when he first joined. I only hope we will see him again soon, but if not, I'm happy enough with where his character ended.

At the end of the day, his greatest trick was having us all believe he was some bumbling oaf in a tacky suit, until his time came.

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Pleasing a Storm

Pleasing A Storm by ToGoodForTwitter

Alright, alright, alright, you've all heard the story told a million different ways. So let's do this one last time.

We've got a tired pro hero and his loud husband, an underpaid and overworked detective, an insomniac, a teenage genius, two full classes of morons, some emotionally unstable sociopaths and the one person to bring them all together.

Let's go.

Words: 606, Chapters: 1/?, 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: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Kurogiri, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Class 1-A, Class 1-B, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Nezu, League of Villains

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Class 1-A, League of Villains & Midoriya Izuku

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Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35486287

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Shimura walks down to the holding cells, where the young giganotosaurus was being held. “So how’s Project: Giga?”

“It’s growing quick, Mr Shimura. Soon it might be bigger than it’s own holding cell. We may have to take it out of Morioh at some point.”

“At some point, not now.” The man mentions. “Any leads on... Brando?”

“None, sir.”

Shimura sighs. “No matter, if he reappears, we’ll catch him off guard. Plain and simple.”

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tw: implied/referenced abuse, depressive themes, and transphobia

---

Endeavor was a stuck up little bitch.

Not that a lot of people knew.

Oh well. He’ll get his revenge one day.

Touya sighs, setting his keys on the counter.

“Keigo! I’m home!”

The house was big- airy, if that was a word. Birdboy hated closed spaces. Touya couldn’t blame him, either; he couldn’t stand anything that looked like his “training” room.

There was a thunk upstairs as Keigo ran down to greet him.

“How was work? How was Dad?” He asks.

“Dad”, Atsuhiro Sako, was Touya’s adopted dad. They worked together under their agency, the League of Heroes. The League of Heroes were made up of heroes who were told they were villains, or considered outcasts.

“It was alright, Big sis Magne started asking people if they wanted interns.” Touya responds to his fiance.

Keigo comes up behind him, hugging him and wrapping his wings around Touya.

“Hmmm. Did you look for an intern, dove? You could get your brother~”

“I didn’t think about it, no. But there’s Toga already. Did you?”

Touya can feel Keigo smile into his shoulder.

“There’s one with a bird quirk.”

“Oh, I see.” Touya smirks.

His stomach rumbles as he does.

“Aww, does my little birdie need some food?” Keigo says, a twinkle in his eye. “I’ll go get you some.”

He grabs his hand and leads him to the kitchen.

They look through the fridge, then the freezer.

“Chinken nuggets?” Keigo asks, after a beat of silence.

“You did not just reference that, again.”

And Keigo laughs, loud and clear. Touya thinks it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever heard.

God, he’s in deep, isn’t he?

They sit together at the counter while they wait for the food to cook. They don’t talk for a bit, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Speaking of Shoto, how’s the family? Rumi’s been talking ‘bout Fuyumi a lot.” Keigo says, taking the pan out of the oven.

“Oh my goodness- remember that crusty kid I was talking to you about? He’s dating Natsuo.” Touya deadpans, and Keigo bursts into giggles.

“God, he could do so much better! And he chose the crustiest kid on this side of Japan!” He rants, Keigo staring from across the table.

“Hana’ll kill you for that.”

Touya sighs again, knowing that he was right. “Yeah, I know. I still don’t know why Natsuo chose her crusty brother, but he’s happy. And it gets him out of the house, too.”

Keigo nods. “Away from Endeavor.”

“Away from Endeavor.”

They sit for a while in silence at that. Touya knows Keigo used to idolize Endeavor, and he knows why.

God, out of all people, couldn’t Keigo have a good childhood?

At least he’s not hurting now.

The sun has fallen, and they’re laying on their bed.

The moonlight filters through the curtains. Keigo’s been asleep for a while now.

The slightest breeze drifts into the room.

If we lived in a harsher world, we’d be so much more cruel.

Oh, what a beautiful night to be alive with you.

---

Touya brings Keigo into the agency. He’d been curious about how it worked- the League was unprecedented.

Touya hoped he’d want to join too. He wouldn’t mind his soon-to-be husband patrolling with him.

Hero work is a dangerous game to play, after all.

The League of Heroes’s building is not very intimidating. It’s survived thunderstorms, 52 mental breakdowns (not by the same person), and now the prank the entire League is in on.

It’s time for the hero charts.

Showtime.

It had taken so much bribing, from the poor intern that worked for one of the higher ups, to one of the higher ups themselves.

Touya could only hope it was worth it.

Oh, it was worth it.

On live television, in front of nearly the entire world, Enji Todoroki, known as Endeavor, had gotten massively pranked.

First, it was the glitter. Then, the water balloons and the rainbow slime. After that, it was the chicken and the three fire extinguishers.

And of course, copious amounts of cheese.

And it was all filmed. It was all broadcasted to a live audience.

Oh- and everyone knew who did it.

But there was no evidence.

God, Touya loved trashing Endeavwhore (and that’s an insult to sex workers).

It was the night after when Twice suggested something Touya had never thought of before.

The night was young, fireflies just beginning to come out. They were on the balcony, drinking and catching up like family would.

“Hey,” He said, “Why don’t you sue him? Get your bro outta that place and over here.”

Twice was a genius.

Twice was a goddamn genius.

Headlines were all over the place. “Endeavor gets sued?” “Enji Todoroki- an abusive piece of shit?” “Endeavor loses custody!”

God, the journalists were having a fucking field day with this. Touya can’t blame them, though.

The day was beautiful. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and little kids were running around outside. Keigo was sitting next to him, listening to his music. Touya finished up some paperwork to finally, finally get his siblings out from under Endeavor.

Thankfully, there was enough evidence to prove he was at least neglectful. People could finally see just how much of an asshole he was, and how high his civilian casualty and endangerment rates are.

There was one teeny, tiny, thing.

The Commission.

The only reason Endeavor was still in the top ten is because of that fucking Commission.

God, he hated the Commission. The things they did to Keigo, the scars that still remain on his psyche.

Fuck the Commission.

It just- It made him so angry. The way Toga and Spinner were treated, how Twice wasn’t able to get help until he became a hero- God, he hated it.

And he didn’t even know how bad it was! He was sheltered from Quirkist attitudes. Well, as sheltered as you can be, living with Endeavor as a dad.

He only knew a little bit of how much they had suffered under this system. He knew there was something more to how Twice always stayed in his hero costume, or how Magne avoided that one part of town. How Toga stared at that one schoolyard for a little too long before walking away.

And he hated it. So, so much.

Fuck the Commission.

---

It’s Touya’s first free day. The hecticness of moving all of his sibling’s stuff into their house was crazy. Who knew that keeping a house was so hard? Not him, that’s who.

So, like any rational person, he goes out to catch up with a close friend.

He had met her during his time at U.A. Her name was Hana Shimura. They bonded through their shitty parents. She was the older sister of the crusty fuck, Tenko.

Why did Natsuo decide to date him? He'll never know.

Somehow or another, the conversation went from how their days went to when Tenko got his quirk.

“Yeah, he decayed the dog! Thankfully he froze up after, so I got Mom. If he didn’t freeze up, I’d be dead.”

The way she had said it- so casually...She probably was terrified at the time.

“There was a UA student that helped him, too. Oboro? I think that was his name...Anyway, Oboro really helped him! He’s kinda a father to him, if I’m being honest.” She went on, telling Touya how proud of Tenko she was.

How he had become a search and rescue hero, which he already knew, and using his quirk he had helped so many people! Because he can decay the debris trapping civilians and rescue them!

They walk down the street, still talking about their siblings and generally how life was going.

They were gonna meet up with Twice. There was a new restaurant that he noticed during his patrols.

Touya heard it was pretty good from Fuyumi and Rumi.

It looked pretty nice, too. He’d walked by it a few times.

“So how is Twice, anyway? I don’t hear much from him these days.” Hana says, pushing open the door to the restaurant.

“Guess you’ll find out, huh?”

Twice is sitting at an empty table in a corner. He was smart enough to change out of his hero costume, just like Touya and Hana.

He lifts his head as they get closer to the table.

“Hey guys! How’ve you been!” He greets them as they sit down.

“Good, good. We were talking about my brother, Tenko.” Hana says. Touya nods in agreement.

“And also how he got to be a hero, too.”

“Did I ever tell ya how I got to be a hero?” Twice asks them, barely containing a smile.

He never told them, well, not Touya.

Turns out, when he was having trouble with his Quirk, one of his doubles went and got a hero license. At the time he was barely of the streets, so he became a hero, joining up with Mr. Compress and Magne to create the League of Heroes.

Because why not? It kept him off the streets and he could help people like him.

A win-win for Twice.

Touya hated how his weird uncle was treated before he became a hero.

Because he was a person, like anyone else. Just a person.

So why was he treated so differently? Why didn’t people help him when he needed it?

God, Touya was so tired.

---

It’s late one night. Touya is alone with his adopted father.

“Dad, why’d you decide to be a hero?” He asks out of the blue.

Atsuhiro’s eyes mist over, and Touya worries for him. Touya’s told him all about the horrific shit he’s gone through, and he can’t help but wonder if he had gone through something horrible too.

Atsuhiro takes out a silver locket, and gently pries it open. He points at the picture inside.

“Look! It’s them…My perfect little family... That’s them! There’s my little girl, and the most beautiful person to ever exist. There they are…”

It’s silent for a moment, the only thing one could hear were the cicadas far away from here.

Touya opens his mouth, “What...What happened to them?”

“A hero. He didn’t care for protocol. He killed- He killed them! And no one believed me…” Atsuhiro trails off, looking down at the floor.

Touya can’t help but feel sorrow, too. He could’ve had a mom, another sister...

He really needs to stop adopting people.

He can’t imagine the pain Mr. Compress must’ve been in. To lose a lover, a child? Oh, it must hurt- so, so much. To lose what was essentially a part of you?

Oh, it hurts to even imagine.

“...They’re really pretty, Dad.”

“They...were both so beautiful in this picture. Toga reminds me of her, y’know? They are both so pretty, so grown-up, and have that same sense of humor…”

Touya’s not sure to who he’s referring to, but nods anyway.

Who’s he to question grieving old men?

“And the days fly by so fast now, I can’t help but feel as though I’m supposed to be insulted by it. But I can’t bring myself to care anymore…It hurts, Touya, it hurts. Sometimes...I can hardly bring myself out of bed...I feel like a ghost…”

It’s silent for a moment, before Touya speaks.

“Dad, I think you need to get help. This isn’t normal. And…I think they’d want you to be happy too, Dad. Don’t you deserve to be happy, too?”

“...I don’t know.”

“You don’t...know?”

“I don’t think I am. But...I want you to be happy. And Tenko, and Hana, and Twice, and Magne...But it’s so tiring, being happy. And I don’t know what to do!”

His sobs seem to echo through the building.

“Come on, Dad. Let’s get you help. You can get some rest.”

He leads Sako back to his house, Atsuhiro being half-asleep by the time they get home.

Mr. Compress takes the spare bedroom, and falls asleep as soon as he hits the pillow. Keigo notices Touya, and walks over to him.

“Heya dove~ How was your day?”

“Worrying. Dad...Dad needs some help. He’s got some shit going on...He’s so tired, Kei. We need to get him therapy or something.”

“Oh, baby…” Keigo whispers, but Touya is too tired to hear.

He falls asleep in his fiance’s arms, safe and sound.

---

The house is abuzz with activity when Touya wakes up. Keigo’s laughter echoes around the place, filling the air with a sense of home.

What a beautiful way to wake up.

Touya gets dressed and walks downstairs. Keigo’s in the kitchen, talking amicably with his sister, Fuyumi. Dad was smiling fondly at the sight, picking at his food. Natsuo was talking on the phone with someone, blushing a little.

Keigo turns towards him, and oh, he was so handsome.

“Good morning, dovely~”

Unbelievable. It was too early for puns.

“Ugh, no. Don’t ever make puns this early. Dad, you doing okay?”

Atsuhiro looks over at him, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“I’m doing just fine, sonny boy~”

“God, it’s too early for this shit. Keigo, get me some coffee, will you?”

“Language!” Fuyumi scolds.

Eventually the coffee is made, and tables cleaned. Breakfast is done.

Keigo helps set up an appointment with Fuyumi. She’s a part time therapist, part time substitute teacher.

Touya takes a deep breath. One day, Dad will be okay. He’ll be alright.

Time for work.

It’s a beautiful, sunny day when Touya goes on patrol again. This time with Magne and the new intern, Toga.

He already knew somewhat what the girls had gone through.

“Good morning, Magne, Toga.” He greeted them.

“Good morning!” Toga says, and then they go off.

Touya’s stuck in his thoughts as they walk to a coffee house while on break. He listens in as he reaches for the door.

“Yeah, my parents threw me out cause they didn’t think I was a girl.”

“My parents threw me out, too! I had to run away, they didn’t like my quirk very much...I got lucky, and Mom became my mom! That’s how I became a hero! How did you, big sis Magne?”

“Mr. Compress saved me from one of those fucking creeps. He let me stay with him for a while, and helped me get back on my feet. I decided to be a hero then, to help people like me.”

They sit down at one of the tables, still talking about their lives. Touya takes a bite of his muffin.

Ah, life was alright, if just for a little while.

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[ask-dario-brando-ii]

A few days ago…

How did things end up like this? A year ago Dario had been living the good life as a mob boss, now he was taken out of his cell and escorted by two spw workers and a masked man in blue and white  to plane that flew to a facility near Lake Erie. He still didn’t get why he was even at this place. However as he entered a office and was uncuffed by the workers, his confusion only grew, before seeing a one eyed, old, silver haired man sitting standing at the end of the room. 

“Gentlemen, Wonder. Leave us.” The man orders, causing the other men to leave the room, except for Dario. 

The reptilian Brando recognized someone who commander authority as much as he can recognize an opportunity, so this had to be the man those three mentioned, Oroku Shimura.“You’re Mr Shimura, right?”

Shimura chuckles. “The one and only.” He fixes his tie before sitting at his desk. “Now then, Mr Brando… you must wondering why I called you here.”

“Yes.” Dario answers almost immediately. “Aren’t I the prisoner of your organization?”

“True, but your blood has done wonders for my operations.”

“Operations?” Now even more questions run through Dario’s mind. “What operations?”

Shimura then pulls out a file and places it on his desk. The man then opens it up and reveals photos of eggs and what appears to be a dinosaur. “These operations.”

Dario immediately picks up one of the pictures and looks at them. “Are these-?”

“Dinosaurs. Created from the fossilized remains and your unique reptilian DNA. Some of them haven’t hatched yet, only one did, a giganotosaurus.” 

The reptilian Brando then stops looking at the photos and stares at Shimura. “A Giganotosaurus.”

“It’s something that will be helpful in the long run.” Shimura then pulls out a cigar. “I tasked some of my own workers to build a containment facility in Maine, one where these animals can remain, without interrupting the peace.”

“So you want to build a jurassic park?”

“You misunderstand me, Mr Brando.” Shimura lights his cigar. “I don’t want theme park attractions… I want hunting dogs that can assist us in dealing with people that are out to harm the innocent… like your brother.”

“That bastard is not my brother.”

“Then please… help me put a dent in his operations. That will make his blood boil a good amount and once our business is done, you get to live with the knowledge that you managed to spite your brother without him turning you into a punching bag.” The old man puffs out smoke from his cigar and faces Dario with his hand extended towards him. “Do we have a deal?”

Dario knows that this guy is just going to use him, but at this point the thought of spiting Darius without the fear of being ripped apart seemed like an accomplishment. Then without hesitation, the blonde reptile shakes the old mans hand. “Deal.”

“Good. Now let’s get you back to your cell, until I need you.”

[five-rivers]

Long Night in the Valley chapter 10

“So,” said Ochako.  “Do we open the door, or…?”

The door was unassuming and bland.  Very… doorlike.  It was also the only way forward unless they wanted to backtrack several hundred feet.

Incidentally, no one was standing directly in front of the door. Ochako wondered if that was a coincidence, or if they were all just that wary of things after these past few hours.

Aizawa sighed heavily and hauled open the door.  It was dark inside, with a single spotlight illuminating a small sign that said, ‘This way to 5.’

“That’s suspicious!” said Iida.  

“So it is,” agreed Aizawa, squinting into the dark.  “I’ll go.”

Walked to the sign, and the rest of them tensed, ready to jump in to help at any sign of danger.  The lights suddenly turned on, and music began to blare.  A large television screen played a video of a dancing man.  

“A rickroll,” said Todoroki, reverently.  

If Aizawa’s sigh had been any heavier, it would have had its own gravitational pull.  

“Yeah,” said Six, voice as emotionless as ever.  “Great job, everyone, you got here.”

“Was that really necessary?”

“What?” asked Six.  

“The music,” said Aizawa.  

“Consider it a practical demonstration,” said Six.  “The farther in you go, the older we are, and the more experience we have with this kind of landscape.”  He ran his hand over the sign, and Ochako gasped as patterns and colors followed his fingers.

“You’re younger than Skyrunner or All Might, though,” said Ochako.  “You’re the same age as Aizawa-sensei.”

“Well, yes, but actually no,” said Six.  “I was here before they were.  I’m older.”

Ochako’s senses, honed by months living in a building with nineteen other teenagers, detected an opportunity for teasing.  She pressed her hand to her lips and put on her slyest smile. “Are you?  Reaaaally?”

“Memes,” said Todoroki, nodding gravely.  

“I can see why Nine likes you so much.”

.

Six grabbed Aizawa’s sleeve preventing him from moving on with the others.  

“If you’re trying to keep me away from my kids, I suggest you don’t.”

Six raised an eyebrow.  “Your kids, huh?  You know, we had a bet running about that.”

“Excuse me?”

“Anyway, I wanted you to hear this, first.  You can decide if you want to tell them, after, but they are Nine’s friends.  I don’t want to be responsible for them running off on their own without your knowledge.”

“I suppose you’re going to tell me something that could help Midoriya but will be incredibly dangerous.”

“Are you sure your secondary quirk isn’t precognition?”

“I am saving my crisis about that until we get out of here. This waste of time is illogical.”

“Right.  So.  Remember when I said that Nine didn’t get to choose who we were?”  He gestured at himself.  

“Yes,” said Aizawa, already hating where this was going.

“There’s someone who we don’t count as one of our number.”

Now Aizawa really didn’t like where this was going.  “You mean, you’ll count terrorists, but not… this person.”

“Yeah.  Usually, we keep him locked away, but with all this disruption…”

“He’s gotten out.”

“Not yet.  What I’m telling you now may not be relevant at all.  But if that door does open, I want you to have this option.  Not all the others agree the risk is worth it, but I think that should be up to you, since you’d be the one taking it.”

“What option?”

“That person, he took something from Nine, back when his quirk first manifested.  You know all the guys you ran into back when you were in his mind space?  He took one of those.  I think, and most of the others agree, that it would be beneficial if he got it back.”

“He took part of Midoriya’s personality.”

“Yes, you can think about it that way.”

“That part wouldn’t happen to be something like self-preservation, common sense, or grudge-holding, would it?”

“No.”

“Pity.”

“When you reach One, if you want to try to get it back for Nine, ask One if the vault it open.”

“Exactly how dangerous would this be.”

“Horribly.  But you probably wouldn’t die.  This quirk comes with a time limit.  Otherwise, we wouldn’t ask at all.”  Six let go of Aizawa’s sleeve.  “Your students are waiting for you.  You should go.”

Aizawa stepped into the dark.  A battle strobed against the darkness.  No, two.  One with Six and a man who must be Five, and another with Six and Shimura Nana.  Both battles were against a darkness whose silhouette resembled the monster of Kamino Ward far too much for Aizawa’s comfort.

“You’re next!” shouted two overlapping voices.  

Aizawa blinked.  He was in a well-lit street, looking at what could only be the so-called Five.

.

Izuku woke up slowly.  Being asleep had kept some of the pain at arm’s length, but now it returned with a vengeance, along with an oddly comforting pressure.  

Oh, Toshinori had fallen asleep wrapped around him.  That was nice.  They really should start moving again, though.  

The ground rumbled, and Izuku realized what had woken him up.  

“Toshinori,” he said, shaking him the best he could from his position.  “Wake up. There’s an earthquake.”

Toshinori blinked awake.  “Did you call me Dad?”

“No?”

“Back in the city?”

“Um.  Earthquake. What do we… uh, do?”  He didn’t know what the earthquake drill for the middle of the forest was.  Four had, but Izuku was having trouble understanding him over the pounding in his head.  

“It isn’t shaking anymore,” observed Toshinori.  “We should probably still go.”  He rubbed his eyes.  “Let’s get you patched up first.  I can’t believe I fell asleep without making sure you were alright…”

“I’m fine,” protested Izuku, trying to stand up.  He could just keep using Blackwhip to stabilize—

The space behind his eyes turned white.  When it became clear again, he found himself pressed against Toshinori’s shirt.  

“Toshinori,” he whined, because he couldn’t help it, and, oh, no, he was such a burden he shouldn’t be making Toshinori hold his weight, he was a lot heavier than he looked, but his head was pounding and his eyes felt like they were bleeding and his skin felt like sandpaper, “it hurts.”

“I know, I know,” said Toshinori.  “Let me take care of you, please?”

Toshinori lowered him back to the log and started to remove medical supplies from the pockets of his coat.  

“What are we going to do after this?” asked Izuku, voice as quiet as he could make it without whispering.  

“That is an excellent question, my boy,” said Toshinori in an imitation of his usual heartiness.  “As you might imagine, I’ve acquired a number of contacts over the years. Some of them are comfortable with, ah, less than legal escapades.”

“I didn’t think you had any friends other than Detective Tsukauchi and Mr. Shield.  And maybe Gran.”

Toshinori hunched his shoulders.  Izuku immediately felt bad.  

“Well, you aren’t wrong.  Contacts and friends are in two different categories, I’m afraid.  In any case, I’m hoping to eventually reach one of them, and then…”  He trailed off, and Izuku got the sense that Toshinori was bracing himself for Izuku being upset.  “I am hoping to arrange passage to I-Island.”

“We’re leaving Japan?”

“Just until we get this cleared up,” said Toshinori.  

Izuku rubbed his eyes.  Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.  “What about Shigaraki and All for One?”

“Not your responsibility,” said Toshinori.  

“It kind of is.”

“It really isn’t.”

“It’s our family.”

“I know.  At least, I know now.  Goodness. I don’t think I’ve wrapped my head around it, yet.”  Toshinori rubbed his temples with his wrists, keeping his dirty fingers well away from his eyes.  

“What about before that?” asked Izuku, guiltily changing his line of questioning.  

“I have a few other safe houses around here.  Funny story about one of them.  Completely abandoned building on public land.  Was being used by some anti-mutant cult.  No one ever came to check it out after the initial arrest.  So. Finders keepers.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“All Might,” said Izuku, suppressing a giggle despite the seriousness of the situation, “that’s illegal.”

“I have done a surprisingly large number of illegal things in my life.  Comes from fighting with a centuries-old monster the government doesn’t want to acknowledge as existing.”

“They’ve acknowledged him now,” observed Izuku.  

“Hasn’t seemed to help much, has it?  Anyway, that one shouldn’t be too far from here. Probably.  It will still be quite a walk.  We’ll stay there, for a while.  Until I can reach one of my contacts.”  Toshinori sighed.  “I think the one in Deika will be out best bet.  He works in the shipping industry.  I’ll have to introduce you, just in case we end up separated.”

Izuku pretended the last sentence didn’t send him into a spiral of panic.  

Of course, this spiral of panic was interrupted by an entirely different panic, because the ground started to shake again.  

“I can Float us—”

“Don’t, you’ll hurt yourself,” said Toshinori, keeping a tight grip around Izuku’s bicep.  

Toshinori’s hands were extremely large.  A tree crashed to the ground in the distance.  Accompanying that sound was a roar too loud and animal to be completely human, but too coherent to not be human.  

Toshinori went pale.  

“Someone you know?” asked Izuku, covering his ears to keep the sound from battering his brain any further.  

“We need to go,” said Toshinori, bundling up all the supplies he’d taken out.  “We need to go right now.”

“All for One?” whispered Izuku, getting to his feet.  “A gigantification quirk?”

“One of his subordinates,” said Toshinori.  “One I never managed to find.  I’d hoped—Of all the luck—” He started cursing under his breath in English.  

Maybe Izuku really did have a villain-attracting quirk.

The shaking of the ground grew stronger.  “Run,” said Toshinori.  “Don’t look back for me.”  Toshinori had to know that wouldn’t fly (or float) with Izuku, because a second later his face twisted up in something like resignation.  

Izuku grabbed Toshinori’s wrist.  He could Float them both out of here.  

Blinding pain lanced through his brain again.  

Okay, maybe he couldn’t.  

The ground in front of them erupted.  A craggy giant burst up from below.  

“Little Lord!” the giant shouted, voice more than loud enough to hurt.  A massive hand picked Izuku up, holding him gently but extremely firmly.  “I’m SO HAPPY to see you again!”

Something clicked in the back of Izuku’s head.  A memory he didn’t know he had resurfaced.  

“H-Hi, Machia,” he said.  

“Did this bald man kidnap you?!  He smells like All Might!  But All Might is yellow.  Should I kill him?”

“No,” said Izuku.  “He’s definitely not All Might.  He’s, uh, a friend.”

“HELLO LITTLE LORD’S FRIEND.”

“Hello,” said Toshinori, waving a little, clearly in shock.  

Machia shifted to wave at Toshinori and Izuku hissed as the movement jostled his injuries.  His minor injuries.  His very minor injuries that weren’t bothering him at all.  

Who do you think you’re kidding, kiddo?

Not helping, Grandma.  

“Little Lord!  Are you hurt?”  Machia sniffed him.  “You smell like blood!  I have to bring you to the doctor!”

“The what?” asked Izuku, alarmed.

“Don’t worry, Little Lord!  He is a very good doctor!  We must go!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Izuku, before Machia could get more than three humongous steps away from Toshinori.  “It isn’t my blood, it’s the blood of my enemies!”

“Lord tried that one, too, Little Lord!”

“But—”

“Oh!  I forgot your friend!”  Machia turned around.  “Sorry, Little Lord’s friend!”  He picked up an increasingly distressed Toshinori and continued stomping through the forest.  

Izuku realized that Machia was headed back towards town.

“Wait!” he shouted, despite not having a plan for what to do next.

“Wait?” repeated Machia, balancing on one foot.  

Thankfully, Izuku’s brain churned out a plan.  “My friend here,” said Izuku, gesturing at Toshinori, “has a house nearby.  It would be better if we went there, and then the doctor can come to us.”

Machia grinned, which was honestly an unsettling sight.  “You’re just like Lord, Little Lord!  Always making plans.”  He brought Izuku up to his face, close enough that Izuku could feel his (oddly minty-fresh) breath and bonked the top of his head with his nose.

“Do you brush your teeth, or do you have a quirk for that?” asked Izuku before he could think better of it.  

“Lord gave me a tooth-brushing quirk!  He said he was tired of smelling my morning breath.  I do not know why he said that, because it was night.  But he gave this quirk to me!  It was very generous of Lord.” said Machia, delighted.  “How did you know?”

Izuku decided not to go down the rabbit-hole of his reasoning and shrugged.  “Lucky guess?”

Machia laughed.  “Lord says that, too, sometimes!  I am very glad to see you, Little Lord.  I have missed my Lord very much, and you are just like him!”

Seven vaguely annoyed and insulted ghosts buzzed in the back of Izuku’s head.  

“I am also glad that you did not grow up to be as big as me! You would be much harder to carry if you did.”

Apparently Izuku was not the only one with a propensity for rabbit-hole thoughts, because he could not imagine a scenario where it would be reasonable to expect him to grow to be as big as Machia.

“So,” he said, “you’ll take us to my friend’s house?”

“Yes, Little Lord!  And then we can call the doctor, and he will take care of you!”

Izuku didn’t think Machia meant to be ominous, and yet.  

.

“So,” said Aizawa, surveying the man up and down.  “You’re the one that decided the best place for my student to develop an unstable, highly dangerous, and painful quirk was the middle of a high-adrenaline training exercise full of other students.”

“Hey,” said the man, scratching the back of his head, “no one got hurt, and when you’ve been dead as long as I have, you start looking for entertainment wherever you can get it.  Besides, you’re the one that let the training exercise keep going.”

“According to your compatriot back there,” Aizawa said, hooking a finger over his shoulder, “you haven’t been dead at all.”

Five jolted and ran his knuckles over his bandoleer.  “Yeah, it’s easy to forget.”

It was great to know that Five was trash at lying.  True, he’d been told up front that Six’s explanation would be at least partially false, but still.  

Aizawa sighed.  

Five, who’d also introduced himself as Lariat and Banjo Daigoro, appeared to be a fairly typical hero for his era.  Minimal hero costume repurposed from military gear, worn with just a bit of flair, indicating that the celebrity status of heroes probably hadn’t fully set in yet.  Ammunition for a sidearm, although the sidearm itself was well hidden.  The gun was probably bulky, but if Aizawa didn’t miss his mark, those were stun rounds.  Eye protection, but not head protection.  Not that Aizawa could complain about that, considering.

“Anyhow, if you’re all here, let’s go.”  The man clapped his hands together, activated his quirk, and proceeded to fling Aizawa and his students through the air, without warning.

“Sorry ‘bout this!” said Five.  “But we don’t have time for the whole history lesson!  Just the highlights!”

Brief battles flared to life around them as Five dashed sideways along skyscraper walls and swung from building to building.  

“I always thought of myself as a sort of Spider Man, y’know?”

“I don’t know that hero, sir!” shouted Iida over the whistling wind.  

“Pre-quirk comic book character,” explained Five.  “Most of ‘em got censored after the first quirk boom. Didn’t want to give anyone ideas. But by my time, with the pro hero scene starting up, they came back in a big way!”  Five landed in front of a large convention center.  “This’s where they held the first Modern Comic Convention in Japan.  Or ModiComiCon for short.”

“And we couldn’t walk here, because?” asked Aizawa, suppressing an increasing urge to commit murder.  

“I thought my way was more fun,” said Five.  “Haven’t you always wanted to travel like that?”

Aizawa tugged on his scarf.  “I do.  Frequently. Under my own power.”

“Another Aizawa-sensei,” decided Todoroki, quiet but decisive.  “Aizawa-sensei, but… funkier.”

That did it.  Once this was over, he was expelling all the problem children and taking a vacation. The Rat God could find a sub.

“This is where I met Four the first time,” said Five, pushing the doors open.  The auditorium was filled with rows upon rows of booths.  All empty of people of course.

Aizawa, grudgingly, followed.  

First contact.  

Those voices…  Something about them…  The number.  

“Those are your voices,” said Aizawa.  

“Yep!” said Five.  “It’s a special moment, you know?”

Aizawa frowned.  At this point, he highly doubted that these ‘vestiges’ were simply based on real people. The vestiges themselves had to have reason to suspect that they were at least remnants of real people to give themselves a name like that, and with All Might thrown into the mix…  

Add to that the repeated themes, the oddly ritualistic components (First contact and you’re next), Midoriya’s closeness with All Might, and Aizawa got—

Honestly, he had no idea.  The fact that All Might was still alive tended to rule out the ‘Midoriya’s quirk is that he’s haunted’ theory, which, admittedly, was rather flimsy to begin with.  Perhaps it was a legacy-dependent quirk, reaching back from student to teacher? He would be skeptical—Most quirks had some kind of logic to them, and there was no way to extrapolate entire people from contact with their successor—but Vlad King had a student whose head was a manga speech bubble and other abstract quirks existed.  So.  

It still didn’t feel right.  Surely, Midoriya would have figured out his quirk before he was fourteen in that case.  Unless All Might had to be involved for some reason.  

Also, the fact that they called Midoriya Nine.  Six’s explanation for that didn’t even make a little bit of sense.  

Not to even mention the hints that All for One actually was involved in this somehow.  

“Banjo-san,” said Aizawa, “there’s no truth in the commission’s accusations, is there?”  He could have asked Six, but logically, Six would be the best liar, if he was the one chosen to relay the lie.  Banjo Daigoro seemed rather less adept at deception.  

The world seemed to gray out a bit.  “Are you kidding me?  What part?” asked Five, his eyebrows disappearing under his goggles.

“Yeah, sensei, there’s no way Izuku-k—”

“I’m not asking about Midoriya.  I’m asking about you.  How are you connected to All for One?”

Five opened his mouth, lips drawing back to reveal his teeth. He looked unspeakably offended.  “You don’t think we actually work for that bastard—”

“Excuse me, sir!” interrupted Iida after Five had tacked on several rather fouler epithets.  “There are minors present!”

“Oops,” said Five.  “Anyway, we do not work for All for One,” he continued, failing to answer the question Aizawa had asked.  

“That isn’t what he asked,” said Todoroki.  

Alright.  Maybe Todoroki wasn’t all bad.  He was still on thin ice.  

“Excuse me, is this a bad time?”

Aizawa nearly jumped out of his skin as a terrifyingly tall man in a hero costume appeared at the edge of his peripheral vision.  He was taller than Yagi.  

Actually, wait.  Aizawa’s expert eyes roamed over the man’s hero costume.  That was cosplay, not professionally done.  The man was standing there, in Midoriya’s head, in front of two professional heroes, wearing cosplay.  It looked like it had been hand-sewn.  

It also looked like it had been used.  And inexpertly reinforced.  Even for a vigilante.

Somehow, in retrospect, this made Midoriya’s choice to wear a costume his mother had made for him for his first training session make much more sense.  

Of course, Midoriya would have someone as ridiculous as he was in his head.  Of course, he would have several people as ridiculous as he was in his head.

“Four, I presume.”

“I prefer Shimura, actually.”

“Oh!” said Uraraka.  “Are you related to Skyrunner?”

“She’s my adopted sister’s descendant,” said Shimura/Four.

“Hey, hey, I thought we weren’t telling them this stuff,” said Five.  

Shimura blinked.  “My apologies.”  He paused. “However, considering the structure of my mental domain, it is likely that they would have discovered my chosen name in short order.”

“Who do you think he’s based on?” asked Iida, leaning towards Todoroki.  

“I can’t put my finger on it,” said Todoroki, “but he does feel familiar.”

“And why is that?” asked Aizawa, pretending he couldn’t hear his students.  

“I have a lot of unresolved trauma relating to my biological parents and also my quirk.”

“Ohhhh,” said Todoroki.  “He’s based on me.”

Wow.  Another horrible thing Aizawa would have to deal with when he woke up.  

“Isn’t your quirk Danger Sense?”

“That’s what Five-chan calls it.”

There was something extremely disturbing about this tall, intimidating, eyebrowless man calling another muscular intimidating adult man chan.  

“But I call it—”

“Please don’t—” interjected Five.

“—super anxiety.”

“Why?” cried Five.  “Danger Sense is a much better name!  It’s like Spidey Sense!  Like Spider Man!  You like Spider Man.”

“Yes,” said Shimura, “but I am not Spider Man.  However, that reminds me.”  He turned his unblinking gaze towards Todoroki.  “Nine-chan has several plans for removing your father. I believe only about half of them are workable, but it’s the thought that counts.  At least, that’s what Yagi-chan says.”

“You mean All Might?” asked Aizawa.  If his soul hadn’t already left his body, it would now be preparing to do so.

“No, my wife.”

“Yeah, don’t think about it too hard,” said Five.  “He’s always been like this.  I mean, he came up to me in the middle of this convention to tell me about a bunch of underworld deals going on out of town.  I thought he was, like, some especially serious cosplayer, but then he showed up at my apartment, too.”  The surroundings briefly shimmered into something that might have been the mentioned apartment before resolving themselves back into the comic convention.

“I apologize, I did not realize that was inappropriate.”

“I’m this little baby hero, just a couple years out of training, no name for myself, and this guy shows up like he’s in the middle of one of those old video games.  Like, ‘here, take this old legend and defeat the demon king, you level one peasant.’”

“I didn’t expect you to fight him right away,” said Four, looking both vaguely offended and confused, and now, yeah, okay, Aizawa could see a vague resemblance to Todoroki.  

“I’m still not entirely sure why you picked me, of all people.  There had to be a dozen others with the right, uh, requirements.”

“Requirements, huh?” asked Aizawa, having finally managed to shove the part of his brain screaming about the ‘wife’ comment into a tiny, locked box in the back of his brain.

“Yes.  As my other adoptive sister said, one must possess a strong will, an indomitable spirit, a sharp mind, a pure heart, and a ceaseless drive to save others, both body and soul.”  He paused for a moment.  “She also said something about being ‘just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing,’ but I believe that was a reference to the book she was reading at the time. Her parentage was certainly known at that point.”

“Y’see?  I can never tell if this guy is serious or just pulling my leg.”

“Why would I pull your leg?  Do you need to pop it?”

“I’m beggin’ you, man, learn some idioms.”

“WAIT!” shouted Todoroki.  “Are you related to All Might?  Is he your secret love child?”

The silence stretched between them.  

“I don’t know what that is,” said Four.  “You keep asking Nine if he’s one of those.  What does it mean?  Is it a good thing?”

“ANYWAY,” said Five, loudly.  He attempted to prop his elbow on Four’s shoulder, but the height difference defeated him.  “Four and I had lots of semi-legal adventures—”

“No, we didn’t,” said Four.

“Became best friends—”

“My wife is my best friend.”

“Let me have this.”

“Have what?”

Five sighed.  “Okay, whatever.  Fine. Can you cross them over here?”

“I think I’ll need the other one, unfortunately.”

“Why are you different, by the way?” asked Uraraka.  “The ones before stayed in their own mindscapes, it seemed.”

“Oh,” said Four.  “I’m having flashbacks.  Because of…” He trailed off, then sighed.  “Flashbacks.”

Right.  Wonderful. “We’re going to have to deal with your flashbacks, aren’t we?” Aizawa asked.  

“Unfortunately, yes,” Four said.  “I apologize for my habit of oversharing.”

“This and that are two completely different things.”

“They seem like the same thing to me,” said Todoroki.  

“I am inclined to agree.  I also apologize for the things you may see.  I will attempt to keep you away from the more disturbing sections.”

“Great,” said Aizawa.  “Can we stop wasting time?”

“We aren’t really wasting time,” said Four.  “At the moment, dream time is compressed.  We’ve only been talking for…”  He tilted his head to the side.  “Perhaps a second, in terms of real-world time.”

“He’s right,” said Five, crossing his arms and nodding.

“Seconds are still time,” said Aizawa, hoping they’d get the hint.

“I suppose—Oh.  You’re frustrated.  Apologies. Neither of us have interacted with anyone but the others in…  Quite some time.  I fear our sense of hurry has been damaged.  Especially with how distracted we all are.”

“Why are you distracted, if you don’t mind us asking?” asked Iida.  

“Another unwanted guest is trying to get in and Nine and Ei—Nine managed to run into someone extremely dangerous.”

Eight.  These people had a ‘live’ connection to All Might, too, damn it, and the blond idiot was wherever Midoriya was.  Maybe that should have reassured him, somewhat, because even if All Might was retired, he was still All Might, but, by some dark magic, when All Might and Midoriya were placed in proximity to one another, they gained the ability to spawn problems that Aizawa had never even heard of before.  

Like this one.

“Our final meeting, then?”

“I believe that would be appropriate.”

Black tentacles exploded from Five, covering the space around them.  When they receded, they were in a different place.  Underground, if Aizawa didn’t miss his guess.  A safe house of some kind?

Flickering doppelgangers of Four and Five occupied the space.  

“Why didn’t you transport us like that before?” asked Todoroki.

“Had to take the long way the first time,” said Five.  “That lady’s quirk changed some of the rules. You ready, Four?”

“Let it play out,” said Four, gazing at the static figures.

“Your choice,” said Five, shrugging.  

The ‘real’ Five and Four abruptly vanished, and the doubles started moving.  

“I suspect this is the last time we will meet,” said an older Four to a younger Five.

“Huh?  Why’s that?” said Five, twisting in his chair so that his arms rested on the top of the back.

Four stared blankly at a wall.  “Everything is coming to a head, now.  I’ve chosen to put my faith in you and the new laws.”

“Huh?”

“The last push of the old era…  My big sister would scold me for trusting you.”

“Dude, you’re not making any sense.”

“My apologies.”  Four turned to look more directly at Five.  “The new quirk laws and the establishment of the Hero Commission are steps in the right direction, as evidenced by your existence.”

“Yeaaah, sure,” said Five.  “But what does that have to do with not seeing each other again?”

“They’re not enough,” said Four.  “Even now, certain existences cannot cry out for help.  What do you do, when you can’t turn off your quirk?”

“You’re not going to go terrorist on me here, are you?” asked Five, nervously.

“No.  I just want you to be aware,” said Four.  He tilted his head to the side.  “Whenever I go home, now, there’s danger on the horizon, and I can’t tell where it’s coming from.”

“Is it him?”

“No.  I don’t believe so.”  He sighed. “I suspect it’s the Special Task Force, to be honest.”

“They were disbanded,” said Five.  “Any one of ‘em that didn’t get absorbed by the Hero Commission got let go.  Or, er, what’s the term?  Discharged.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” said Four.  “Perhaps this is simply paranoia.  I would certainly like it to be.”

“Look,” said Five.  “Maybe I can help.  You’ve never told me where y’all live, and—”

“Absolutely not.  I am quite certain that he is still monitoring me to some extent.  You do not want to be on his radar, Daigoro-chan.”

“Dude.  Why do you keep calling me that?”

“You haven’t told me to stop.”

Five sighed.  “I get it, I get it.  Just… let me know if there’s anything I can do.  I’m a hero for a reason.”

Four smiled faintly.  “I know,” he said.  “After all, I chose you.  Good luck, Daigoro-chan.  I think you’ll be able to do it.”  He started walking away, towards the door.

“You, too, old man.  Souma.”

Four stopped with his hand on the door.  

“I believe we will see each other again,” continued Five.  “Count on it!”

“In this life or the next,” agreed Four.  He opened the door.

.

As they crossed over from Five’s domain into Four’s, the dream around them did not shift seamlessly, staying in the same general location with only the details changing like it had for the others, but dissolved into something not quite like static and then blank whiteness before fading back in.

They were standing in the middle of a battlefield, a ruined landscape.

Not the ruins of a city, though, which made this only more jarring.  For all that Shouto was only a teen, he’d seen his fill of city battles.  He was used to villain fights.  

The only time he’d seen this kind of devastation in a place like this had been at the forest training camp last summer.  He swallowed, eyes rolling over uprooted and burning trees, huge craters and ruts in the soil, and the rare bit of roofing and wall. He realized, belatedly, that this must be the remains of a small, rural village.  

He stiffened at the sound of someone crying.  

“Over there,” said Uraraka, pointing.  

Shouto turned to see a tall, broad-shouldered man in a suit hunched over one of corpses.  His face was shrouded in smoke.  

As he watched, he realized he wasn’t crying over a corpse. The other man was still breathing, his eyes were still open.  

(It was hard to recognize Four’s face under all those injuries.)

He stepped forward, wondering if he should help, if he even could help.  His hand passed through the man’s shoulder with no resistance.  

“Shigaraki…” said the uninjured man.  “Shigaraki Hibiki, you foolish child…”  

Shouto wasn’t the only one to gasp.

“’S not my name an’more,” rasped the injured man, Four, Shouto realized now.  “’N they gottaway, din’ they?  ‘Sworth it…”

“What do you mean, it’s not your name?  Of course it’s your name.  It’s the one I gave you.  The one you should have been born with.  It’s your name.”

“M’name’s…”  The man on the ground panted.  

“Shh, shh, don’t talk, don’t talk Hibiki, I’m sorry I snapped. Don’t worry, Daddy’s going to make it all better, son.  A healing quirk…”

“Name’s…” slurred the man.  “Shimura… Souma…  You…” He took a deep, rattling breath. “You don’t… own… me.  I’m…”  He made a sound that might have been a laugh.  “Free.”  

The scene began to go dark.  Before the last of the light was gone, the uninjured man spoke again. “Shimura,” he hissed, voice promising violence, “was it?”

.

Yagi Toshinori was having the most surreal experience of his entire life.  Considering his life included that awful college party in America, the one where he learned that One for All did not mesh well with psilocybin, that was saying a lot.

Here he was, riding on the shoulders of a man who had tried to kill him on the behalf of his worst enemy multiple times, alongside his student and successor, who was being called ‘Little Lord’ by the man carrying them. They were having an admittedly fascinating conversation about the man’s quirks, multiple, one that Toshinori was only barely keeping up with.  Two of them were being actively hunted by the government.  

That is, Toshinori, the retired professional hero, and Izuku, the licensed hero student, were on the run from the government.  Not Gigantomachia, the mass-murdering minion of All for One, who was quite possibly the evilest man alive.

(And also, possibly Izuku’s father.  But no one wanted to think about that.)

(Not to mention all the things going on in their heads.)

(This level of connection to One for All was thrilling, but also incredibly strange.)

Oh.  And they were going to one of Toshinori’s safehouses.  With Gigantomachia.  True, Toshinori hadn’t been to this one in a while, but it was still a place that was supposed to be safe, hence safehouse, and Gigantomachia was decidedly not safe.

He was also going to be difficult to get rid of, because he had a sense enhancement quirk that let him track down individuals he was familiar with from miles away.  Toshinori knew this, because Gigantomachia was currently happily telling Izuku all about it.

Surreal.  

Izuku reached over and patted him on the shoulder.  

Ah, yes, this was only made more surreal by the fact that Toshinori could feel how much pain Izuku was in, but the boy hardly showed any of it.  It made him wonder.  How often was Izuku in pain and Toshinori did not see?

Izuku patted his shoulder again, this time in a way that suggested he really wanted a hug but couldn’t give him one because he was holding onto Gigantomachia and the logistics didn’t work out.

Oh, and there was the safehouse.  

Gigantomachia let them down a short distance from the building (he claimed not to want to get to close, because he’d accidentally knocked down buildings in the past, which Toshinori could easily believe).  

The building was in better repair than Toshinori had expected after his long absence.  He fished the spare key from its hiding spot and opened the door.  

The back entry was full of people wearing black robes and skull masks, all of whom were scrubbing at bloodstains on the floors and walls.  

Izuku fixed him with a disappointed stare.  “I thought you got rid of the cultists.”

Yes, he had thought so, too.  He had, in fact, worked quite hard at getting rid of them.

“You!” shouted a cultist, pointing.  “You’re with that filthy League of Villains!”

“You killed our brothers!”

“Mutant-lovers!”

“Run?” suggested Izuku.

“Run,” agreed Toshinori.

[hamliet]

Hey what do you think of all the speculation that AFO is Deku’s dad, or the other theory that Shimura is also Deku’s grandma and that his mom is Kotaro’s sister?

There’s people comparing his mom’s and Shimura’s hair and face saying they’re similar, and apparently All Might said Deku’s mom reminded him of his master. And then as for AFO being Deku’s dad, there’s just too much to dive into there but I assume you’ve seen some of the theories surrounding that. Do you think any of those are true?

No. In fact, I dislike these theories and think there is little to no basis within the text itself for such theories. I'd go so far as to say I think they would be bad writing. :P (Sorry! I get why people enjoy conspiracy theories like these, but clearly I have Feelings about it. So I shall let them loose!)

For the evidence cited--the visual similarities--it’s the same author, not necessarily genetics. It’s not really evidence. Yes, I know people cited visual similarities with Dabi and Shouto/Endeavor, but also keep in mind that we were invited by the text to ask these questions by Dabi’s unique “how sad, Todoroki... Shouto” and his characterization. 

We’re not invited to ask that about Deku. There’s literally nothing in the story that makes me think Inko would have a dark affair with AFO, or that she has any sort of concern about her husband (because she stated she was married and nothing we’ve seen in the story challenges that) being a bad dude. 

There’s also nothing in the story to suggest Nana abandoned two kids; literally, there’s nothing. It’s always just “her son,” who is Kotaro. Kotaro also knew about his heritage; it makes no sense thus for Inko not to, and if she does know, it makes no sense for her not to tell Deku when she encourages his heroic dreams (she just also wants him to be safe). 

On writing level... the whole crux of what makes Deku interesting as a character (or at least provides potential) is that he has no place in the story besides the one he decides to make for himself. He wants to be a hero, and it is that pure desire that the story rewards with the inheritance of OFA. If this is removed, if Deku is some sort of bloodline relative, then his role loses its thematic purpose of an everyman. 

It also doesn’t make a lot of sense when we already have Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki, a traitor, and possibly even Mr. Compress going against their heroic or villainous heritage, whatever that means. Deku deciding for himself his role in the story is already present in the text; he doesn’t need a legacy for this. It adds nothing new to his character. He already knows heritage doesn’t make a person, so why add this?

As for why it would be terrible writing... see, a lot of these theories’ write-u[p will mention that Horikoshi is inspired by Star Wars! Indeed he is, but leaving aisde that inspired doesn’t mean rewriting AU SW, let me use the Star Wars argument against the theory. We... already know how people perceive an everyman character suddenly being retconned as a famous person’s child, and it is not critically well-received at all (see: Rey Palpatine, which Horikoshi is surely aware of since he like, named a hospital in his stories as homages to Rey’s home planet Jakku). It’s been pretty much universally panned as bad writing. And still, it was better done than any reveal of Deku’s father being Important would be, because the narrative did set Rey’s desire to know her heritage as a main conflict (as it set up Luke’s desire to know his father in the Original Trilogy). 

Questioning about his dad has never been brought up by Deku. Not once. We’ve never had Deku wondering about his father, thinking that he’d never met him. We’ve never had him missing the man, unlike Touya, where we had increasing buildup about a missing/dead son in the Todoroki family. Horikoshi could so easily have put that in there during Deku’s interactions with Todoroki and the entire Todoroki family, Bakugou taunting him, even Deku’s response to All Might saying he’ll be a father figure. 

But there’s not one moment like this. If the story isn’t setting it up as a mystery, I don’t think it’s likely to be a big twist. 

What I think is a more interesting twist on Deku’s father is if the man couldn’t cope with having a son who was quirkless and de facto abandoned him, albeit perhaps through a societally acceptable reason such as a job transfer or something (culturally it’s also not that unusual for a father to take work in another city/even country and live apart from a family). If this is the case, it could actually be used to make Deku question himself and his father’s/society’s estimation of worth. 

However, I’m not even sure it’ll be that important. But it’s the best use I can think of for Deku’s dad in the story, especially since we have All Might already saying he is acting as Deku’s father figure. Making Deku’s father a sh*tty representation of society, a bland blasé societal good guy who’s actually a bad dad, has much more potential than Deku wrestling with a villainous legacy. 

[kireii-writes]

I won’t let you go

-

a huff of annoyance escaped from your lips as your footsteps blended in with the silent night. it was 2:14am, and you were supposed to be back home, snuggling under your toasty blanket and letting your soft bed engulf you in a soft hug as you drift of to sleep. but no, hero work had other plans for you. instead, you were out here in the wee hours of the night, keeping your eyes peeled for any villains. you weren’t supposed to be here- a regular hero was supposed to be in your place instead, but the pro-heros got word that members of the villain league were seen lurking around, and they just had to pick you to keep a lookout just in case.  

sighing to yourself, you grumbled at the task beforehand. you weren’t paid enough to be called out of bed while everyone was still asleep. making your way towards the area where the villains were supposedly spotted, you secretly hoped there were none as a certain childhood friend came across your mind. 

tenko shimura. 

or rather, shigaraki tomura. 

you remembered the day tragedy fell on shigaraki and his family like it just happened yesterday. how the little boy, who was full of sunshine, became an empty shell of his former self instead. when you first got wind of the League Of Villains and pictures of each member, you had a bad feeling. there was something familiar about the leader. who knew, that your worst fear turned out to be true- shigaraki really grew up to become a villain. but who could blame him, after everything he went through as a child? 

~~~

Thwack! the sound of skin hitting on skin resonated through the house as the young boy fell to the ground. it wasn’t the first time you’d seen tenko’s father physically hit him because of the young boy’s talks about being a hero. in fact, it was a normal occurrence in the shimura family. 

“y/n,” you looked up with frightened eyes at your best friend’s mother, who looked back at you with kind eyes.”why don’t you return to the room and wait for tenko?” she encouraged. you wanted to stay and help your best friend, but what could you do? taking one last glance at a trembling tenko, you ran back to his room as fast as your tiny feet could carry you. 

with every second passing, you were close to running out to find tenko. just as you were about to yank open the door of his bedroom, the door was gently pushed open, and a tenko appeared in the doorway. 

“tenko!” you cried out as you saw the stinging red marks on his face, hands, and legs. “are you okay?” tears were spilling out of your eyes as you stood there, watching tenko give you a bright smile. 

“i’m fine.” your friend smiled. ‘come on, let’s continue playing. stop crying, okay?” tenko grinned at you. not wanting to upset tenko any further, you nodded your head and brushed away the tears that were rolling down your eyes as you joined tenko back onto the floor and resumed the game the both of you loved to play- heroes vs villains. 

“are you really okay? you can live with us! i’m sure papa and mama will understand.” you asked tenko. you half expected tenko to brush off this topic with a ‘i am fine’ just like how he did every single time. but instead, he gave you the brightest smile he could muster given the situation. 

“don’t worry about me y/n.”

“are you sure?”

“yes.”

“...”

“just promise me something.” tenko’s serious tone made you look at your best friend in the eye. 

“become a hero, for me, okay?” 

at tenko’s words, tears began to well up again. 

“what do you mean for you? you can become a hero too! when you grow up, you can do anything you want! that’s what my mama says!” 

“not for me.” tenko shook his head. “papa will never let me be a hero. so you’ll have to become one on my behalf, okay?” tenko smiled and ruffled your hair.

not trusting your words, you swallowed hard and gave him a nod. 

“pinky promise.” tenko smiled as he extended his pinky towards you. intertwining your pinky with his, you vowed to become a hero, all to live tenko’s dreams for him. 

“now, stop crying already. you look so ugly.” the young boy laughed. 

“shut up.”

“never.” 

~~~

that was the last time you ever saw that brilliant smile ever again. a few days later, tenko lost control of his quirk, and everyone in his family perished, leaving the young boy helpless. when you arrived with your parents to his house, the look in tenko’s eyes tore your heart apart. it was a look of agony and pure pain. it was a cry for help. 

instinctively, you wanted to reach out to your best friend, but a hand pulled you back to where you were standing. 

“that boy’s dangerous, y/n.” your father warned. “don’t go near him.” 

soon, a crowd started forming at the entrance of the shimura household. everyone was pointing and whispering at tenko, who stood there numbly. there wasn’t any remains of his family members except for their hands and some mangled body parts. tenko had destroyed them all, and now everyone was calling the boy a murderer, a hindrance to society. everyone was against him, and he had nowhere to go. taking one last look at you, tenko ran back into the house and exited through the back door before the pro-heroes could arrive. afterwards, nobody saw him again. 

sighing to yourself, you were about to turn into a corner when a flicker of light from a bar caught your attention. there was someone in there. cautiously, you approached the bar, and saw a group of people. strange, they didn’t look like ordinary people. in fact, there was some kind of bad gut feeling that you just couldn’t shake off. deciding to take a precaution, you had your phone in your hand, ready to call whichever pro-hero that was on duty to handle the situation with you. you might be a pro-hero, but you aren’t stupid. you knew that there was no way you would be able to handle this all alone.

“hm? a mocking voice came from behind you, causing a cold shiver to trickle down your spine. “what do we have here?”

“oooh, a pro-hero!” another voiced squealed. 

instinctively, you knew who the voices belonged to, unfortunately. 

not daring to move a muscle, your mind raced and churned to find a way out of this tricky situation.

“you’re gonna regret coming here, pro-hero.” dabi chuckled. 

“i want y/n’s blood!” toga called out excitedly. 

“go on in.” dabi mocked as he pushed you forward, causing you to push the door to the bar open. 

immediately, every pair of eyes in the bar was upon you. 

“what did you bring back this time, dabi?” you recognized each and every single person in front of you- they were all members of the League Of Villains, and you’ve just stumbled into their hideout.

“some nosy pro-hero.” dabi scoffed. “we caught this fool lurking outside.” 

‘stop squirming or i’ll roast you alive.” dabi ordered as he tied your hands behind your back.

“wait till shigaraki comes! he’ll know how to handle this situation!” the villain, mr compress ordered. 

“like hell i will wait.” dabi retorted. “why should i wait when i can burn this so-called hero alive right here?” 

“dabi, i swear-”

“what the hell is going on? why is it so noisy?” a voice grumbled out. 

at the sound of the new voice, everyone fell silent. that was when a man in a black jacket emerged from the other room. 

“we caught a pro-hero!” toga answered gleefully. 

“huh? pro-hero?” 

as soon as you saw the man who had spoken, a surprised gasp escaped from your lips.

“tenko?”

immediately, the man in front of you tensed up, the air now deathly still. 

“who are you?” he demanded, his eyes now staring into yours.

almost immediately, a look of recognition dawned on his face. 

“y/n? is that really you?” 

you nodded your head as emotions came rushing through your veins. he recognized you. he hasn’t forgot about you. 

“tenko-”

“it’s shigaraki tomura now.” your childhood friend corrected. “what brings you here? how did you find this place?” he asked as he grinned widely at you. you opened your mouth to speak, but was cut off by him again. since when was he so chatty?

“oh!” shigaraki’s eyes widened at your hero costume. “you’re really a hero now, huh?” 

“i didn’t forget our promise.” you replied quietly. 

“...”

“tomura..?”

the man in front of you seemed to snap out of his daze, and red eyes met yours. “that’s too bad, y/n.”

huh? what did he mean by that? 

“i hate all heroes now.” a maniacal grin appeared on his face. 

“what? didn’t we promise-”

“that was in the past.” shigaraki cut you off harshly. “heroes are noting but titles that make people feel good about themselves!”

“but-”

“you don’t understand, y/n.” shigaraki continued in a gentle tone. “heroes are fakes. they don’t really want to help people, it’s all just for show.” 

“you know that’s not true, tenko!” you cried out.

“it’s shigaraki tomura now.”

“what happened to the boy who looked up to heroes more than anyone else? what happened to the boy that wanted to grow up and help others?” you argued, your eyes watering as you finally realize the tenko you once knew was no gone. 

“he’s dead. along with his stupid dreams of being a hero.” shigaraki continued  emotionlessly. he died on that day the pro-heroes left him to rot away as a hindrance to society. you remember now, don’t you?” his eyes bore into yours as the scene from so many years ago unfolded in your head. 

“now that you’ve learnt of our hideout, i’m afraid we can’t let you go like that, y/n.” shigaraki’s voice brought you back to reality.

“what do you say, y/n. will you quit living a life full of lies as a hero and stay by my side and destroy this rotten society? now that I've found you, i don't want to lose you again.” shigaraki whispered as he gently stroked your head.

“no.” you replied firmly, looking back into shigaraki’s cold and lifeless ones. 

“...”

“then i guess you’ll have to die.” dabi piped up after awhile.

“no!” shigaraki’s sudden outburst caught everyone by surprise. 

“y/n,” he turned to you. “think about it. we’re doing everyone a favor. after all, there’s no way a new society can emerge unless this tainted one is out of the way. stay and help me, okay? we can be together forever.” 

“tenko, you know my answer. i became a hero to help people and to live your dreams. you know that i won’t give up on your dream.” you sniffed. 

“i told you, that dream’s long gone already.” he scratched at his neck in irritation. “will you join me or not, y/n? i promise you, we’ll never be apart from now on.”

“...”

“sorry. i can’t let you get away with this.” you hung your head low, your shoulders heaving as teardrops dripped onto the wooden floor. 

“shall we kill this pest now?” dabi quipped. 

“no,” shigaraki ordered as he lifted your head with his hand. 

‘i’m never letting you go again, my precious y/n.” he hummed. 

“i want you to stay with me forever.”

[oneforallheadcannonsandshorts]

first ofa user : where s/o has been alive for years because of her quirk and deku asks s/o how he was back in his days and s/o tells deku how kind and etc he was. [their also married]

First User of OFA X Female S/O with a long life quirk 

Key: 

[h/c] = Hair color 

[h/l] = Hair length

[h/s] = style  

[s/c] = Skin color

[e/c] = eye color 

[h] = Height 

[f/n] = First Name

MANGA SPOILDERS UNDER CUT!

Also note that if the First User’s name is released, this short shall be edited to have his name. 

Deku, being his curious self, has always wondered more about the lives of the former users. He knows a bit about Shimura Nana’s and Banjo Daigoro’s lives since the two where heroes and all so it is easy to find out more about them. He also knows a bit on the sixth user and Hikage Shinomori. Of course All Might for some reason has left the information on Hikage Shinomori incomplete for whatever reason. As for the second and third users, All Might hasn't found anything on them, but still searches. As for the First user, other than the first user being the younger brother of AFO, that’s all he really knows. Thanks to the dream he had about the first user he does have insight on what happened, how One for All came to be. But again, that’s it. There is nothing else on the first user, which Deku can’t help but think that AFO might have had a hand in the little information available. 

“Excuse me,” a voice brings Deku from his thoughts as he sits on a park bench. 

He looks to see a woman, around her mid-twenties early-thirties standing before him. She is about [h] with [h/l] [h/s] [h/c] colored hair and has the prettiest [e/c] colored eyes. 

“Is it alright if I can sit here?” She asks kindly. 

“Of course!” Izuku says moving over to give her some room. 

The woman smiles as she sits down. She pulls out a book from her purse and begins reading. Silence falls over them as Deku can’t help but steal glances at the woman beside him. He doesn't know what has come over him, however all he wants to do is stare. Thankfully the woman doesn't seem to notice his stares. 

“[f/n]...?” A voice rings in his head. 

Deku becomes a bit startled as he feels a tear slide down his cheek. What is going on?! He wipes the tear and stares at the other woman. 

“Are you okay?” The woman asks concerned. 

“I-I’m fine!” Deku says panickily making the woman chuckle. 

He notices a soft but sad smile form on the woman’s face. 

She then says, “You remind me of my husband.” 

“I-I do?” Deku asks rubbing the back of his head. 

“My husband, Shigaraki [insert the first user’s first name]. He had a love for heroes and acted fidgety when I caught him staring or something like that. I’m Shigaraki [f/n], by the way.” 

“Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you Mrs. Shigaraki!” Deku smiles brightly. 

[f/n] smiles trying not to cry, “S-Sorry just the more I look at you, the more I see him.” 

“D-D-Did he...?”

“Yes, he died.” [f/n] sighs. “All because he tried to do the right thing.” 

“The right thing?” 

“Standing up to a tyrant and a murder.” [f/n] says glaring at the memory. 

“Whoa, what kind of quirk did he have? Was he a hero?” Deku asks curiously.

[f/n] smiles and says, “The quirk he had is the one you now use.” 

Deku looks at [f/n] like she’s grown another head. He blinks repeatedly swearing that he can hear laughter in the back of his head. Keeping himself from shouting, not wanting to make a scene, he manages to regain his composer. 

He asks, “W-What!? A-Are you saying that...” 

“My husband was the first user of your quirk? Yes, he was.” [f/n] says. “Thanks to my quirk, “Long Life” as I call it, I have been able to watch over the successor’s of my beloved’s power. But I never dared appear before them until now. Mostly because I was afraid of getting close, but also that man knows who I am. So, I kept to myself staying in the shadows knowing that if I approached they would be in more danger since he also was after me. But now that he is in jail, at long last, I decided now would be a good time to appear.” 

“O-Oh.” Deku says then asks, “C-Can you...can you tell me what he was like?” 

“Sure. Like I said earlier he had a love for heroes, acted fidgety when he was embarrassed after getting caught looking at something, really kind and caring, he always knew what to say and do when I was feeling down or was having a bad day. He was also an amazing cook and worked hard as a chief. When I was with him, I was the happiest I had ever been. I cherished every moment of it knowing that my quirk would allow me to out live him.” 

“Does your quirk affect your aging?” Deku asks. 

“Not sure. I stopped aging following  [insert the first user’s first name]’s death. I guess the amount of stress I was under affected my quirk and it haltered my aging. Tell me, is he in there somewhere?” 

Deku nods with a smile, “He is.” 

The smile the forms across [f/n]’s face gives Deku a sense of happiness. Again tears begin falling down his face. He knows that these tears are from [insert the first user’s first name]. 

“He can’t speak right now, but these tears...they’re his. I can feel how happy he is seeing you again, how sorry and guilty he is, also how much he loves you.” Deku says with a bright smile on his face. 

Now [f/n] is crying. To hear those words from her husband’s ninth successor brings her so much joy it’s overwhelming. For a split second she sees  [insert the first user’s first name] looking right at her. 

“Little Midoriya, may I ask you a favor?” 

“Sure Mrs. Shigaraki. What is it?” 

“Take good care of [insert the first user’s first name] and the others alright?” She asks. 

“I will Mrs. Shigaraki, that’s a promise!” Deku gives her another bright smile. 

“Thank you.” [f/n] says getting up to leave. 

Deku watches her feeling the urge to go after her. He gets up and taps her arm. 

“Mr. Shigaraki would like a hug before you go.” Deku says holding out his arms for a hug. 

[f/n] nods and wraps her arms around Deku. The hug brings back a lot of memories for [f/n]. Memories of a time she desperately wants back. But at least she knows, [insert the first user’s first name] is still alive in a sense. 

Breaking the hug, [f/n] leaves the park with Deku watching her go. As [f/n] walks away she feels at peace. Like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. 

Deku can feel that [insert the first user’s first name] is at peace now having seen his wife in who knows how many years following his death. 

“I love you, [f/n].” [insert the first user’s first name]’s voice rings in the back of his mind. 

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First request completed! Thank you Anon for this request. I hope you like it. Looking forward for more request! 

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