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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 3 months ago

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Song Shuffle Challenge

I don't know if anyone remembered these since it's been a while since I saw them around but those old challenges where you would put your iPod on shuffle and write a short for each song?

Yeah I did one.

Gilded Lily - Cults

The blood on his teeth felt tacky as Izuku swallowed his own spit. He looked up at Bakugou who looked down with a sneer. Izuku felt his hands clench.

Four times. It had been four times he went back and tried to change Bakugou. The first time, he thought, foolishly, he just needed to show his strength because that was how Kacchan changed his mind in the first time line. Yet it did nothing. All it did was piss Bakugou off. He hated Izuku being stronger then him, hated the fact Izuku would not bow.

It kept happening, kept occurring. Bakugou was angry at him, always angry.

Why did Izuku keep trying? Why did… why did he care? He had promised Kirishima the first time to try and save Bakugou, but… was it worth it?

Which Witch -Florence and the Machine

Izuku looked out at the crowd of people all eager to see his demise. He held the red eyed gaze of Bakugou who ended up having to look away, refusing to even acknowledge that Izuku was looking at him. Izuku sneered, closing his eyes.

“We find the guilty-” the jury was saying, but Izuku felt his mind turn from the moment. Back to what had happened.

When Bakugou had tried to shove him off a bridge, angry the Quirkless boy had saved him, angry that the boy had gotten praise from the heroes while Bakugou was only pitied. Izuku had fallen, landing wrong on his spine. He was paralyzed. And few gave a fuck.

Other then Shigaraki, who heard what happened at the hands of a hero, and offered a way out of the situation. A way to get back at Bakugou who was allowed into UA to be a hero.

Izuku had taken the man’s hand. And he would not regret it one second.

Never would he regret his revenge.

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Tenya cupped Izuku’s face to kiss him gently, Izuku reaching up to grasp the other’s wrists. “I love you,” Tenya said softly, almost to softly for Izuku to hear.

“I love you to,” Izuku said.

“Then come with me,” Tenya begged. Izuku bit his lip, green eyes welling with tears.

“I don’t know if I can Tenya,” Izuku whispered. “This…”

“Would you be happy here?” Tenya asked. “Would you be happy under your mother’s thumb? Forced to obey her wishes?”

“No,” Izuku replied, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead against Tenya’s throat. “I wouldn’t be.”

“Then come, please. You won’t be happy.” Tenya said. He kissed Izuku’s forehead, hoping the other man would agree.

“...Okay,” Izuku said. He pulled away to smile up at Tenya, unable to look away. “Let’s go.”

Tenya kissed him again.

Love From the Other Side -Fall Out Boy

Izumi was about to snap. Her hands dug into her desk as she tried to ignore the mocking laugh from the others in her class. She was sick of this shit. Sick of everything.

Going back in time sounded like a well thought out plan in it’s own way, but she forgot how utterly fucked her childhood had been. The countless moments of bullying, the frequent taughts and assaults. How everyone looked down on her.

She’d been Mistress, the brain behind the Leauge of Villains, who held the leashes of the most powerful villains in the world. All because they were her soulmates and they obeyed her command because they loved her. She’d been the one to turn Hawks to their side, had raised her and her own to the top, only for it to be foiled by All for One who had no more use of them so he got rid of her soulmates. Got rid of Tomura, and Dabi. Who’d told Toga to have fun claiming her, because he had no more use of his pathetic Quirkless daughter.

Izumi came back to fix it. She would save her soulmates, and she would murder her father, she just had to deal with this first. And it sucked.

Wild Horses -Grace Power

Click, boom. Izuku slid the chamber open to shove a new clip in, falling into step with Keigo. The winged hero smiled, waving a hand at the other heroes, utterly calm despite how they both knew that Izuku’s most recent kill would need to be covered up.

Izuku slipped his gun into the holster, lighting a cigarette a second later.

Keigo didn’t mention it. He was to young to smoke, but wasn’t he to young for?

When the Commission bought Izuku, they stripped him of a childhood. Izuku had lost everything the day his mother died, and his father gave him up.

Keigo could afford him a damn smoke.

I Wanna be Yours -Arctic Monkeys

Izumi was so beautiful. Her head thrown back as she laughed, eyes twinkling in the low light as she discussed something with Kurogiri. Tomura could barely look away. Ever since he’d found the analyst, sobbing and shaking after her classmates attacked her, angry at something she hadn’t done, he had known she was important. He just never knew how, not until she had laughed, wild and free while coated in the blood of her worse bully. He had never been able to look away.

He wanted her. Wanted to be hers. Wanted her to be his. He just wanted her, and he wanted to be hers in any way she wanted to.

Before the Devil Knows I’m Dead -Adam Jensen

Izumi pulled the trigger, not even flinching as she held the eyes of her mother. The woman stood there, unable to move in her shock, opening and closing her mouth as Izumi turned around and kept shooting.

“Izumi-” Inko shouted, diving for her daughter but a harsh elbow to the nose made the older woman stumble back, covering her face in pain. She stumbled back, and nearly slipped in the blood forming under a corpse. Izumi laughed, throwing her head back, eyes shinning.

“Oh I’ve wanted this for a while,” the Quirkless girl laughed. She pulled the trigger, grinning as she eyed the fleeing people.

They deserved it. They all deserved it.

She was so sick of this. So sick of everything, and she wasn’t about to keep playing along with the old timeline.

She wanted her soulmates, and she better get them before her dad found out first.

My Money - Holy Moly & The Crackers

“You really don’t know how the world looks,” Izuku told Tenya, raising an eyebrow. The bafflement of the rich kid over how Ochako had to scrimp and save every single thing, how she constantly second guessed herself and bought low quality things confused the boy.

“I may have been sheltered-” Tenya began hotly, but Izuku interrupted him.

“Money is what makes the world goes round. Ochako and I don’t have the same sort of affluence you do, and Ochako even less then I do. We can’t afford quality items because we don’t have enough. So things break down, and we have to replace them. We can’t keep to a specialized diet because that costs money,” Izuku listed calmly. “You’ve never had to worry about that.” Tenya shook his head. “So please Tenya, think next time you comment about our diet.”

As It Was- Harry Styles

Izumi rubbed her face as she tried to ignore the looks from Tomura. “This isn’t the same,” she forced out.

“No, but isn’t it better?” Tomurai asked honestly.

“No… yes… I don’t know!” Izumi looked at at Tomura who looked baffled. “Dad is dead. I love it. But…. it doesn’t feel like the league any more. It feels… less.” Izumi wrapped her arms around herself. “It doesn’t feel like home.” Tomura hugged her, leaning a cheek on her head.

“It won’t be the same. We’re the only ones who remember how it was,” Tomura muttered.

“Kurogiri…” Izumi whimpered, and Tomura hugged her back. Things weren’t the same this time around, and it sucked for them.

But they had each other. It… it hopefully would figure itself out in the end.

Geronimo- Sheppard

Izuku grabbed Tenya’s had, laughing as he began running.

“Where are we going?!” the taller male shouted, staring at Izuku.

“Anywhere,” Izuku said. “Seize the day Tenya! We’re alive!” he beamed at the taller man, who felt his own face begin to break open in a smile.

They were alive. After everything, the various time loops as they tried to make things right, they had finally done it. Finally killed All for One and destroyed any chance of him coming back. Shigaraki and Dabi were ash. Toga was brain dead. The doctor dead four years running.

They were free. They were alive-

Tenya swept Izuku up, twirling around and laughing, only for Izuku to do the same once he was on the ground, the boys tumbling into the grass with laughs. They looked at one another before moving in, kissing for the first time in all their centuries of looping.

#bnha #bnha au #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #female midoriya izuku #iideku #shigadeku #dabideku #aged up izuku #hinted #villain izuku #commission agent izuku #some of these are still in my head #hawks #shuffle challenge

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 year ago

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Pulling on the Strings of Destiny: Act 2 Chapter 15

Summary: Four days pass for Japan, and everyone is on edge. They wonder, and wait. What will happen next for them? Will Midoriya keep rising? What sort of things would she face. They all turned towards the screens, wondering. None more so then the future class 1-A, more so as they get a glimpse into their first sports festival, first internship and their final exams. Watch as Midoriya’s future continues to unfold, as she learns more about her family, society and herself.

Warnings: References to underage pregnancy and the assualt of a minor. References to child harm. Toga Himiko to, she is her own warning.

On AO3

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Fatgum carried the little girl to his agency, trying not to react. This girl saved herself? What did she save herself from? He knew the name Overhaul, an upstare Yakuza who styled himself as a big-time supervillain rather than the gangsters they were. Fatgum had dealt with his share of Yakuza in his time. They mostly kept to themselves compared to before and stuck to smuggling. Sometimes, it was simpler to ignore them sneaking in food or tech. Other times, they made a production of taking down the criminals.

Overhaul was different. Dangerous, hard to predict compared to the other Yakuza or other villains. Sir Nighteye was on the case, though that may have changed with recent events. Fatgum couldn’t tell you why Overhaul had the girl Eri. He couldn’t tell you why the girl was crying.

He just really hoped that her wanting to be like Limitless didn’t indicate the abuse she faced. He really hoped so.

As Fatgum thought his words, Izumi herself continued cleaning the beach, ignoring the cameras that were focusing on her more. Cameras broadcasting her to the world. It was very unpleasant. Just the idea that people were so focused on her.

She would be more disturbed to know that some people watching had darker impulses than she was used to. Toga Himiko watched with hungry eyes, tracing the screen with her fingers. Izu was so pretty, so perfect. She couldn’t wait until the girl’s blood flowed freely.

Stain watched the broadcast on TVs in windows, watching the rise of Limitless. The girl was working well, benefiting society without expectation of praise. A good hero. He was sad she would lose her friend to his purge, but removing the rot was the best idea. Though perhaps killing would be too harsh… crippling Uraraka so she could no longer be a hero would be a much better idea.

As Stain plotted, other people planned to take down the rising heroes. As the screen began, many had their plans ready to destroy any hope of a peaceful future. One of them being Overhaul himself. Kidnapping Izumi would take careful planning, but she would be under his gaze soon enough. Perhaps using Eri as bait? The pure woman found children important; even monsters like the girl would work.

Midoriya walks down the halls carrying her daughter and trying to calm her breath. She holds tight to Tomoe, who whines a little.

“Sorry baby,” Midoriya sighs just as she turns a corner to find All Might’s skinny form walking with Shinsou. “Ah, Yagi-sensei! Shinsou!”

“Young Midoriya!” the older man beams. “I ran into young Shinsou here and thought to walk with him to his stand while looking for you.” He holds his arms out, and Midoriya passes Tomoe, who happily enters the blonde’s arms.

Hisashi glared at the screen, displeased by his granddaughter in the buffon’s arms. He would have to take time to hug his granddaughter to claim the number one spot in her heart.

“Thanks, sensei. You did great, Shinsou!” Midoriya says to the purple-haired teen, who blushes, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It was nothing,” Shinsou mutters. “Honestly, I should be thanking you for all your help,” he says to her. “I don’t know what I’d have done without your help or you getting me actually to make friends.”

“Oh?” Midoriya asks.

“I’d probably have used my Quirk to get a team, not thinking about how it would reveal my Quirk and-“ Shinsou begins, but Midoriya interrupts him.

“Shinsou! That would make people hate you, for good reason, too.” She frowns at him. “We all want to do our best, and you taking that choice from their hands would piss them all off.”

“...why though?” Hitoshi asks out loud. “Like… I would be giving them a chance to move on, right?”

“But you’d also take away their free will,” sneered a classmate.

“I don’t get it,” Hitoshi said in frustration. He didn’t understand why using his Quirk to make a team would make people hate him. Even if it wasn’t their choice, they still got what they wanted, right?

“Choice is important,” another classmate told Hitoshi kindly. “You took away their choice, and it hurt them. Plus, some may feel they did not do their jobs properly if you just did that.”

“...That makes more sense,” Hitoshi admitted. “So it’s more like they felt bad they didn’t do their best because I controlled them.”

“Exactly, though again, a choice is important. Taking away choices isn’t a good thing, Shinsou. You obviously know that from your complaints about some of the things others have asked,” the classmate said patiently. She tucked some hair behind her ear. “I know I’m the girl you refused to make gay.”

“That’s disgusting what she asked,” Hitoshi said. “...Also, I am so sorry but-”

“Atakani Ino,” the girl laughed. “Don’t worry, you keep to yourself. But anyway, you would have taken away their choice outside of a fight. It’s one thing to use your Quirk as a hero and another to use it in a sports festival. You may be fighting to get into the hero course, but it’s hardly fair that you would take away their decision.”

“That makes way more sense. Thanks,” Hitoshi sighed. “Empathy is hard.”

“Well, my Quirk literally always has me seeing the other side,” Atakanti said. Hitoshi smiled at her. It was nice to have someone explain things properly.

“I know, sort of? I don’t get it, but I understand,” Shinsou admits. “It’s one thing to use my Quirk in a fight, and it’s another to try and force a team up. You certainly showed that people would be willing to work with me if I tried.” And therapy helped with the rest, he thinks.

“It’s a good thought to keep.” All Might voices. “Trying to enforce a friendship or a team up through any means other than agreement only ends in disaster.”

“Like the team up last year with that hero Love Shot and Present Mic,” Midoriya says. “It caused so much property damage cause Love Shot forced Present Mic to go along.”

“Ugh,” Hizashi made a face. Love Shot was a piece of work. Their Quirk worked by causing people to strongly desire to see their loved ones, meaning they often abandoned their crimes to head home or sometimes turn themselves in. A pretty good Quirk, and they were very proud of getting as high as they were in the ranks with their Quirk. They were skilled, talented and all that. But they also were a dick.

They blamed every wrongdoing on how they were treated as a child and whined about being called a villain non-stop. Sure, they worked their ass off, but they were also an entitled asshole of the highest degree. They thought everyone should do what they wanted and that going against their thoughts was discrimination. Hizashi knew Shouta meeting them had been a turning point in his husband’s beliefs. The dark-haired man hated to admit he was as bad as some others about his slight bias against flashy Quirks, but Love Shot set him straight. Or at least somewhat, he tended to default at times.

“I know now, don’t worry,” Shinsou says. Midoriya gives him a look but accepts his word, instead turning to All Might.

“I’m going to head down; the break is almost over.” She says before waving at her daughter. “Be good for Yagi-sensei, baby!”

“Bye!” Tomoe says cheerfully. Midoriya leaves, the men and baby watching.

“I could really have messed up,” Shinsou muses. All Might shakes his head.

“If you had apologized after, things could have been okay.” He tells the boy. Shinsou makes a face, shaking his head.

Recovery Girl snorted hard as her son covered his face. For Hitoshi himself, he just slumped in his seat.

Yeah, fat chance of that.

“I wouldn’t have. I’m too stubborn.”

“…well then,” All Might says. “You would have destroyed one possible friendship and could have poisoned many of your potential friendships. At least you didn’t here, though I’d work on that stubbornness.”

“I’ll try.” Shinsou allows.

The screen moves to show the field, Midoriya and Tokoyami facing off.

“Let’s get the show underway, kids,” Midnight announces. “BEGIN!”

Dark Shadow bursts out of Tokoyami, diving for Midoriya, who dives away, lightning covering her.

“Too bright!” Dark Shadow complains as she tries to grab Midoriya, who moves away again.

“Sunlight and lightning?” Fumikage mused. “We would have a hard time.”

“But we’re gonna try!” Dark Shadow says happily as she leaves her brother to beam at the class.” Even if they lost, they would give their best shot.

“The better to keep you away!” Midoriya says. This is going to be a constant game of dodging, won’t it? She thinks. It’s too risky to try and grab Dark Shadow. She could use it as a way to throw me out, too. She dodges more strikes, rolling and jumping. If I take the hits, I could be forced out like Yaoyorozu… Midoriya frowns, eyes narrowing.

The screen switches to show the stands.

“Who do you think will win?” Uraraka asks Iida, who shrugs.

“Both Tokoyami and Midoriya have shown that they’re quick thinkers who can adapt plans.” He says. “Dark Shadow herself is no slouch either, though light appears to be her weakness.”

“It’ll come down to who can think faster,” Yaoyorozu speaks. Ojiro gives a nod of his own agreement. “I will have to train that myself,” Yaoyorozu says.

“Targeting you while you make things might help,” Tenya offered to the teen. Yaoyorozu nodded slowly, looking thoughtful.

“Or real-time strategy games,” Kaminari said. “Hell, maybe even just RPG games in general? The Baldur’s Gate remakes use a lot of strategy.”

“Turn-based might not be a great idea,” Sato argued. “Maybe Dragon Age? They remade the whole series when they put out the remakes, so it’s more strategy-based.”

“Those would be good,” Kaminari agreed. Yaoyorozu looked at them in confusion.

“I’ve never heard of those,” she admitted. Both boys stared at her in shock. “I’ve played some video games such as the Elder Scrolls remakes and Final Fantasy, but-”

“Oh man, you HAVE TO!” both said at once. They dragged the girl into a discussion on strategy games that had the rest of the class backing away slightly.

They were very intense.

“We all probably will,” Ashido says. She points at Kirishima. “Some more than others, if you don’t mind the teasing, Kiri.”

“Eh, you don’t mean it meanly. And you’re as bad,” Kirishima shoots back. The teens giggle as the screen morphs to show Jirou in the bathroom.

The lively discussion dropped as everyone stared at the screen. That was a bit of a mood killer, showing Jirou like that. In turn, the girl flinched and curled into herself. Denki looked at her, feeling lost.

He didn’t think she meant to be cruel towards him. He honestly thought she was a good person who might have done stupid things, but it didn’t make her a bad person. Just… not a great person? He didn’t know how to explain it.

Jirou looks pale as she stands at the sink. She splashes water on her face before turning it off. Her hands rest on the counter as she stares into the mirror. In a second, her image is replaced by a child’s.

“Hey, look, it’s Lobes!” laughs the child, pointing at a much younger Jirou. The little girl rubs her eyes.

“She has to wear earplugs and is dumb cause of it.”

“Yeah, she’s so stupid she has to cheat with her Quirk!”

Kyoka flinched, not looking at anyone as her mind reminded her of her mocking Kaminari. Of her kicking him into villains.

She’s just like them—a monster who mocks others because she can.

“No, I’m not,” Jirou sobs. It changes to show Jirou following another girl somewhere before a loud blaring sound has Jirou on her knees, screaming as the girl laughs. The screen morphs back to reveal the teenage version of Jirou staring at the mirror.

“What have I become?” she whispers. She rubs her eyes and shakes her head, leaving the bathroom. Outside, she stops, coming face to face with Sato.

“Jirou, I was hoping you were in there.” The tall teen says. “It would have been awkward… anyway, are you okay?”

Rikkido moved to the purple-haired teen, abandoning the conversation with Kaminari more than before. He knew what would happen; he’d been thinking about speaking to her already.

She would be happy to know she wasn’t alone in how she acted.

“I’m fine,” Jirou shakes her head. “When did you follow me?”

“After the Kaminari and Shinsou fight. You haven’t come back,” Sato says. “I was worried. You’re a good person-“

“No, I’m not,” Jirou says bitterly. Sato frowns at her.

“Yes, you are,” he insists. Jirou shakes her head.

“I’m not. I’m just like the assholes back in elementary or middle school!” she says. “Mocking people and putting them in situations they can get hurt!” she glares at the ground. “I’m a horrible person.”

“She’s not wrong,” a few teens muttered to one another.

Fatgum though shook his head as he sat with Eri in his agency’s cafeteria, Tamaki going to get some food for her. The kid was a teenager, and sure her actions were horrible it didn’t make her horrible. Not when she is being confronted with the realization of where she went wrong and understanding it. Perhaps it was selfish for her only to realize it when she was compared to someone else and only really understand when she remembered her past, but that was human nature. People had a hard time understanding their effects on others until they could experience it often.

It wasn’t like that Bakugou kid and man, Fatgum felt bad thinking like that, but he deserved it. Jiruo didn’t keep acting like a jerk and ignored everyone’s reactions while placing herself on a pedestal. She was surprised and upset, unlike Bakugou, who kept doubling down. He showed no sign of realization when Jirou did. That was the difference, the ability to realize she was wrong even if it took someone else.

Though it was a possibility Bakugou was changing now, with the future shown. It's not like he’d met the kid yet.

“So, Eri, can you tell me a bit about where you came from?” Fatgum asked gently. The little girl looked up with wide eyes, obviously scared, but suddenly she nodded.

“Like Limitless,” she said softly.

Fatgum had to hide his squeal. She was such a cute kid.

“You aren’t,” Sato says. “You’re a teenager who doesn’t think that far ahead. That’s not a crime.” He tells her. Jirou rolls her eyes.

“I know better.”

“Okay, so you know better.” He shrugs. “That doesn’t mean you’re a terrible person; it means you don’t think things through or you just default to assuming things.”

“How would you know?” Jirou asks. “I did exactly what all my bullies did but just kept going. It was okay because it was Kaminari!” she looks at Sato with exhausted eyes. “That’s not okay.”

“If you were a terrible person, you wouldn’t act like this,” Sato says. Jirou gives him a dirty look, and he shrugs. “Hey, sounding like some sort of cheap after-school special or not, it’s true. Look at Bakugou and how the class acts around him. He refuses to see where he fucks up, so everyone avoids it. Meanwhile, you are realizing it. You know how bad it is, and I doubt you’ll willingly do it again.”

“HEY!” Katsuki snarled. That was a lie! He didn’t refuse to see his mistakes! People just were too sensitive or didn’t understand him! Freaking idiot.

In his agency, Fatgum made a note about the boy. He had identified the same thing he did after all.

“Never,” Jirou promises. Sato grins, waving a hand at her. “…Why did you come?”

“Because I saw you were spiralling and wanted to help,” Sato tells her. “I went through something similar. I was a really chubby kid, and my Quirk didn’t appeal to people. Plus, All Might is my favourite hero. Kid with super strength idolizing him? I got called a wannabe and mocked for years until I gained a few inches and started working out in middle school. It’s easy to forget that the ‘teasing’ you do to protect yourself isn’t all that good until it is too late.” Sato chuckles a little. “I did get it beaten into my head that the teasing wasn’t okay early, but I was lucky. My classmate wasn’t. You just need a friend to watch out and make sure you can do it.”

“It was my Mom,” Rikkido told Jirou, who had turned to look at him, still in shock but looking slightly better. “She heard me talking about someone nastily and made me volunteer at a soup kitchen while also taking me with her to one of her own volunteer gigs with permission. She teaches former villains how to bake. I sat there, listening to them and realized some of them were like me, kids who got tormented but received better treatment when they got older. It got to their heads. I also met homeless people who were treated like crap because of their Quirks. It was eye-opening.”

“I didn’t…” Jirou said softly.

“Yeah, you didn’t.” Rikkido agreed. “But again, you’re acknowledging your wrong. Kaminari might accept an apology sooner or later, and you can work from there.”

“I’ll forgive her now; she didn’t mean harm,” Kaminari said. “It was annoying, but it isn’t like she meant it meanly.”

“What happened to your classmate? If you feel like sharing?” Ashido asked cautiously.

“He got put into a hospital after his ‘teasing’ drove the kid he was bullying too far,” Rikkido said. “And then he was expelled thanks to the kid’s parents suing the school for not helping their son until it got to the point of him attacking his bully. Last I heard, though, he refused to accept his fault.” A sad thing, and one that was honestly a bit ridiculous. If you couldn’t accept you were in the wrong even when you got hurt because of it, you were an idiot. Sure, light teasing of someone didn’t deserve being put into a hospital, but there was a difference between light teasing and bullying that was crossed long before that. And if you couldn’t understand it even when it was pointed out… you were an idiot. “Last I heard, he was wearing his old uniform still and going around calling himself Mustard, I think.”

“Mustard?” Jirou asked.

“He could create a gas that put people to sleep, kind of like Midnight,” Sato explained. “He got bullied for his Quirk 'cause they thought it weak until that one capture Midnight did like three years back. He got a lot of positive attention and decided he would tease a kid with a transformation Quirk who had a hard time with it.” Sato shrugged. “I haven’t seen him since; the Mustard thing is a rumour. He did say he wanted it as his hero name, though, so maybe he's gone vigilante or something.”

Or something indeed, Midnight thought. She remembered a few months ago some kid running around causing mayhem with a gas Quirk and his claiming that ‘Midnight being a slut gives her leeway.’ He got probation, the last she heard. She hoped it wasn't the same kid, but you never knew.

“We should deal with Bakugou,” Tomura muttered to himself as he scratched his neck. Sensei wanted to wait until Izumi could do it, but Tomura hated waiting. He wanted the bastard dead already!

“…Thanks,” Jirou says, smiling a little.

“No problem. Come on, Midoriya was still dodging Tokoyami last I checked. I wanna see her overcome the duo.”

“You think she can?” Jirou asks as she falls into step with the taller teen.

“It’s Midoriya. I swear we’re in some sort of anime with her as the main character.” Sato laughs as the screen morphs to show another dodge from Midoriya. She lands hard on the stage and pauses, staring at it.

The statement was more right than Sato knew, Fatgum figured as Eri finished describing the base and the maid who had saved her. The poor woman probably wouldn't live much longer if Overhaul got her.

The worst thing was Eri saying the man used her as an experiment because of her Curse. A Quirk that made her father disappear. Not… good. Not really. He was no slouch when it came to Quirk control, and he had his eyes on Yaoyorozu, Kirishima and Sato, the first if he could get her away from Snipe at least. He already had mental plans for each of the kids for control and experimentation. But Eri? Risky to deal with. Perhaps that sidekick Pause… no, if Eri’s Quirk was risky on Pause, it wasn't a good choice.

He'd have to call UA, then.

“That might work.” She mutters before she digs her fingers into the cement, lightning arching.

“And what is Midoriya doing?!” Mic asks over the intercom as Tokoyami and Dark Shadow watch in confusion. Midoriya responds by ripping out a large amount of the stage and throwing it. Dark Shadow yelps and blocks it. The green-haired teenager runs right at the bird duo, taking advantage of the startled behaviour of Dark Shadow to tackle Tokoyami. He takes it with a grunt, staying upwards. It's enough for Midoriya to lift and throw the teenager, though.

“NO!” Dark Shadow squeaks, grabbing at the stage. Midoriya slams a foot onto the stage, causing it to shake from her superpowered stomp. It dislodges the other girl and forces her and Tokoyami out of bounds.

“She picked us up and threw us!” Dark Shadow cheered. “HOT!”

“Dark Shadow!” Fumikage groaned at his sister. It felt easy to adjust to consider her his twin. He already knew of her intelligence, so accepting her as his sister was an effortless next step. He could do without the commentary, though.

“I think the fact she tore up the stage was hotter!” Kamianri cried out. He still looked worried over Jirou, but with Sato speaking to the girl, Kaminari had let them be. Fitting.

Fumikage knew of the darkness and its ability to seduce others into its fold. Sato nearly falling to it was no surprise, and he offered a rope down to Jirou, who appeared to be on a ledge, able to free herself from it, much like someone who fell into a canyon to land on an outcropping.

Sato reminded Fumikage of boys who rarely experienced discrimination outside the bullying he'd faced as a child. A boy with a Quirk fitting to be a hero and one who wasn't too bad-looking. He would have been a crowd favourite among his peers after, as he said, he got taller and bulked up. The reveal of Sato’s past did not startle the bird-headed teen. Too many were swayed by the masses into bullying others because they worried about becoming victims themselves—Sato’s strength in not succumbing impressed Fumikage.

It made him wish his friend had done the same so long ago.

“Tokoyami and Dark Shadow are out of bounds!” Midnight declares. “Midoriya is the winner!” Midoriya beams, smiling even as she jogs over to Tokoyami.

“Good fight, you two!” she says to Tokoyami and Dark Shadow.

“You as well,” Tokoyami says. Midoriya offers her hand, and Tokoyami takes it, prompting cheers. The screen moves to show the people watching.

“She’s doing really good.” A heroine says to her neighbour. “I can’t wait to see what she does next!”

“Agreed.” The man says. “She’s going to be a real contender in the future.”

“Seeing her rip up the floor to throw was kind of funny,” offers a blue-skinned woman, obviously Bubblegirl. I wonder why Sir asked me to observe this area rather than the third year… maybe he wants a new intern? If so, I’d suggest her! She seems pretty smart.

“… oh the IRONY,” Toshinori said as Shouta snorted at him. Hizashi just chuckled.

Meanwhile, Bubblegirl pursed her lips, looking at the screen with displeasure. She didn't know what to do now. She loved working with Sir, the weird-ass tickling machine aside. They only ever used it to weird out potential interns or suspects anyway.

But the knowledge he had lied had hired Togata to be a successor for All Might… what would he have done if the boy hadn't accepted the Quirk? Pour? Complain? Alienate him? She didn't know, but it was frustrating to her.

She didn't want to leave Sir. She loved working for him and loved learning from him. But Bubblegirl didn't know if she could trust him. Not anymore.

And it hurt.

Uraraka is shown standing up from her seat, looking very nervous. Iida sees her stand. “Uraraka?” he asks.

“I’m going to head to the waiting room,” Uraraka says nervously, glancing at where Bakugou sat, scowling at nothing. He spots her look and smirks at her.

“Better say your prayers, Round Cheeks,” Bakugou says. It causes her to frown, the girl walking away. Iida follows her, not hesitating a second.

Katsuki smirked. Putting Round Cheeks in her place would be as satisfying as stomping out Deku, which he was eager to see. She better end up in the final round against him! He needed to make her pay for her continuing to turn everyone against him.

The screen moves to show Mioriya taking her daughter from All Might, smiling at her mentor.

“Thank you again, Yagi,” she says.

“Of course.” All Might laughs. Midoriya walks away, heading back to the stands. On her way, though, she runs into Uraraka and Iida.

“Oh, hey…” Midoriya blinks, and suddenly, her eyes widen. “Oh.”

“I…” Uraraka swallows. “I’m going to fight Bakugou.”

“You are,” Midoriya says cautiously. Iida sighs.

“There’s little I can say about it that won’t come off as patronizing. He’s the type to go all out,” the group's sole male says.

“At least he won’t go easy on me 'cause I’m a girl,” Uraraka says shakily. Tomoe makes a noise.

“Sleepy,” the toddler whines, burying her face into her mother’s shoulder. Midoriya pats her back as she studies her friend.

“I could give you a few strategies I have for him, but I doubt you want them,” the green-haired girl says. “You want to beat him at his own game.”

“Hell yeah!” Ochako said. She didn't know how she felt about fighting Bakugou. But she was going to try her best to kick his ass.

Meanwhile, Katsuki scoffed at the screen. In Round Face’s dreams.

“I… listening to the talk about Iida fighting that 1B guy and our discussion with Yaoyorozu, I know I’m a little… too focused on my Quirk,” Uraraka admits. “I have a few ideas myself, but… I don’t think I’ll win.”

“You can,” Midoriya disagrees. “You can win, Uraraka.” The brown-haired girl shrugs, looking down. Iida looks uncomfortable, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I hope so, but… well, I don’t have much strategy up my sleeve other than gleaning some from you and your analysis.” Uraraka frowns. “And my fighting ability isn’t that great. I won’t last.”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that,” Midoriya orders. “You’re a great fighter. You brought up ideas on how to make weapons and improve your suit last time we talked!” she looks earnestly at Uraraka, who flushes in response.

Ochako felt her cheeks warm. When Midoriya looks like that at you… it's hard not to feel amazing…

“Teenagers!” was the consensus at the blush from Uraraka. All of them were just incredibly into other people half the time. Hormones were raging around. Plus, with heroics?

Any teacher at a hero school will tell you that hormones are crazy and that Sex-Ed classes always come after an incident on an internship where some high-stress situation led to people making out or going further than that with their peers. They tried to emphasize other forms of stress relief, but after a near-death experience, some people forgot all about it. They tried to lessen it, at least.

Still, it was pretty funny to see teenagers acting like idiots.

“Still….” Uraraka let out a breath. “I’m going to do my best. I hope to see you both in the finals.” She straightened her back. “I’ll kick both your asses.”

“You’re welcome to try.” Midoriya grins, stepping aside to let her friend pass. She turns to Iida. “She’s gonna make it.”

“I hope so. Bakugou has little honour.” Iida frowns. “Though All Might-sensei has a point that sometimes honour gets in the way of fighting.”

“Well, she’s at least going to put the screws to him,” Midoriya says. “He’s in for a fight.” She pauses. “How are you feeling about your match with Shinsou?”

“Oh, I’ll lose,” Iida says instantly. Midoriya looks at him in surprise. “I watched him during his first match, and while I don’t know how he activates his Quirk, I don’t doubt he’s going to trip me up.” Iida shrugs. “He’s smart, and he’s trained with you.”

“Awww,” Hitoshi joked. “Cause his crush trained me; he thinks I'll win.”

“Not going for her yourself?” Atakani asked.

“Huh? Oh!” Hitoshi coughed, cheeks feeling warm. “I mean, maybe? She's cute, but I'd probably let her make the first move if she was interested. She's been through a lot.”

“Makes sense,” Atakani said. “Though I'll point out he also said you were smart. Which you are even if you're a dick at times.”

“Ouch,” Hitoshi snorted but had to accept it. He was a bit of a dick.

“Why do both you and Uraraka say you get inspired by me, or my training can make him win?” Midoriya asks.

“Because you’re honestly amazing,” Iida says. Midoriya squeaks, shaking her head even as her cheeks flush. Iida seems to realize what he said as he also goes red. “I… well, you are. As horrible as it sounds, you overcome so much in your life and keep standing. You’re so inspiring like that, and your analysis is brilliant.” He rubs the back of his neck. “You’re also an amazing friend Midoriya.”

“You guys are too.” Midoriya disagrees. “You both accepted me easily and stood by me at the trial. You helped when mom kicked me out of the house, and you’ve always backed me up. I… I don’t think I’d be the person I am now without you guys.” She beams at Iida, who flushes even more, his eyes widening as the light in the hallways makes the girl almost glow.

“She's freaking angelic,” Denki groaned. “Look at her! So earnest and kind!”

“This is going to be hell having classes with a cute girl,” Sero agreed.

As the people interested in girls sympathized with one another, Nezu chatted on the phone with Fatgum. “Of course, she can come here! Aizawa will be here after lunch to help with her Quirk!”

And keep her out of the Commission’s hands. While not all of the organization was corrupt, enough of them were he felt uneasy about the potential of a young girl who could make people vanish with her Quirk being around them. It was something that they would take advantage of.

At least the few good ones, such as Chang, were around to counteract the bad.

“Mama, nap,” Tomoe says, interrupting the moment. Midoriya giggles a little, making Iida go even more crimson.

“I’ll take you to the announcer’s booth. It’s mostly soundproof.” Midoriya says. “I’ll see you later, Iida.”

“Bye,” the boy says reflexively as he watches her go. He then covers his face with one hand.

“She’s a fucking liar, you know.” A voice says. Iida removes his hand to turn to see Bakugou glaring at him.

“Seriously?!” was the general thought. Why was this guy continuing to butt his nose into things?

“What?” Iida asks.

“Deku. She’s a fucking liar.” Repeats Bakugou. “Auntie is the nicest person, and Deku just loves to-“

“I believe Midoriya has made it clear that she is more of an expert on her own mother than you could ever be.” Iida interrupts. Bakugou glares at him.

“Deku is a liar who is obsessed with me,” the boy claims arrogantly. “Always following me around and acting like-“

“Stop with the lies.” Iida sighs. “No one believes you, Bakugou. No one cares what you think. I don’t know WHY you’re so obsessed with the idea that Midoriya secretly stalks you or that she… has some sort of thing against you? If anything, she has reason to, given your actions against her.” Iida waves a hand. “All you’re doing is making yourself look ridiculous.” He walks away, leaving a gapping Bakugou behind. A scowl crosses the blonde’s face.

Nothing makes sense. His voice rings out his thoughts. I’m going to be the greatest hero! Why does everyone act like this?! I should be the one with everyone listening to me; I should be the one Half and Half challenged; I should be breezing through these fights, offered challenges but coming out on top! I should be top of the class! None of this makes sense!

“Wow, that superiority complex is driving him today,” muttered a civilian. “I mean, come on. He's already been told off and is being confronted with the fact he's not the best before. Why does he keep DOING this?”

“Teenager stupidity mixed with no one ever properly disciplining him.” his friend said.

In UA, people congratulated Iida on standing up to Bakugou, while in his home, Katsuku scowled.

It didn't make sense! None of it did! Why did he keep getting the short end of the stick? Okay, sure, MAYBE he was wrong about Deku a bit. But he was still the best. He had ruled Aldera; why wasn't he ruling UA like he should be? Why did they all seem to ignore him? He was proving himself now, right? Auntie Inko was changing, which meant he was right! Things would work out. He'd win the sports festival and show that he was the best. He knew it.

The boy stomps off as the screen changes again to show Mrs. Midoriya sobbing with a tissue pressed to her face. She shakes as she watches the screen where Todoroki is shown fighting Asui, who leaps out of the way of ice blasts.

“I messed up. Oh, Izumi, I’m so sorry,” the woman sobs. Her phone begins to ring, and she wipes at her face, reaching out to grab it. She checks the front and gives a shaky smile. “Dear?” she asks as she presses the phone to her ear.

“Inko! I saw the broadcast; what’s going on?!” a voice asks. It’s the same voice from the shadowy figure seen before, the leader of the League of Villains. Inko bursts into tears.

“Our baby got hurt, and I fucked up so bad, Hisashi,” Inko cries. “I thought she should focus on finding a husband because of her Quirkless status and have children to repopulate. Tomoe… our grandbaby was a distraction, and I drove her away!” Inko sobs over the phone.

“Oh, now she sees where she went wrong when I'm proving myself,” Izumi muttered as Shouta got a call that he went to sit inside their car for. Izumi dropped an armful of trash onto the tarp they had for the junk. “Now?”

She didn't want to think about it. She had been trying not to. But damn it! Why did she have to show up again?

“What?” the voice asks dangerously. Inko sobs some more.

“I… I was so mad and stupid, and she… she moved in with her teachers. I lost custody.” Inko cries. “I didn’t mean to! I just… she couldn’t be a hero; she was so delicate and gentle, and then she got that Quirk and…” Inko shakes her head. “I messed up. I couldn’t be wrong, but I was, and now she’s gone.”

“… I see.” The man’s voice goes soft and dangerous, but Inko doesn’t notice. She’s too busy crying.

She also doesn’t notice when a portal opens behind her, and Kurogiri steps out. She vanishes through another portal, given no time to scream. Shigaraki steps out from the portal Kurogiri does, frowning.

“… what?” Izumi asked.

“Make it look like she ran,” the younger man mutters as he scratches his neck.

“Of course Shigaraki Tomura.”

The screen goes black.

“NO!” Izumi screamed, eyes staring at the screen. What happened to her mother? What were they doing to her? What was going on?!

“Izumi-” Toshinori said, a hand reaching out to touch her shoulder, but Izumi ignored him.

“What happened? What is going on?! Why… did…” Izumi tried to think it through. What was going on? Why… a thought occurred to her, tumbling out of her mouth as she spoke, "Is that why she vanished now?”

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Notes:

-I saw a post talking about how Ojiro has a right to be annoyed with Shinsou and gotta say, I agree. So here’s the call out. At least in this AU, Shinsou never did that.

-Love Shot is kind of me poking at the ‘Shinsou has a victim complex’ stuff I’ve seen before. It’s a personal thing, but I find myself disliking a lot of these fics because they tend to go from 0 to a hundred in seconds. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve read great antagonist Shinsou fics and fics where he never becomes Izuku’s friend. But wow those fics are… yikes. Love Shot is someone who did have a few bullies and made it their entire personality. Fighting against discrimination! They have risen above their pasts! Blah-blah-blah. They’re just a fucking bastard. Good hero, still a dick.

-DRAGON AGE SERIES NEEDS TO BE REMADE TO BRING IN NEW PLAYERS AND FRANKLY THEY SHOULD JUST MAKE ALL COMBAT LIKE THE FIRST GAME. That is all.

-Jirou and Sato being bros, and Jirou realizing she’s not a horrible person!! Knowing I’m about to get a million ‘But Bakugou’ comments: Bakugou canonly keeps going back to his shitty personality. (or did at the time of this writing. Still not sure if the spoilers are true) He gives lip service to changing but defaults afterward. While yes, it takes time, the fact is in my opinion Bakugou won’t change until he has no choice but to. Jirou though is shown she’s wrong, and while she didn’t want to believe it, is forced into accepting it. She also has friends who will call her out, not like Bakugou who has friends who brush it off as ‘just his personality’.

-i have no clue where Mustard came from but here! While in AR he has a different story, I looked up his Quirk here and as far as we know it's just sleeping gas. So I went with this: he got bullied as a kid due to a weak Quirk that was ‘girly’ like Midnight until she proved her badassery. He started targeting another kid. While Sato did it so no one bullied him, Mustard did it cause he wanted to make others feel like he did. It exploded as said.

-The Tokoyami fight was fun. Solved by Izumi ripping up the floor? Good times.

-I had way to much fun with the Iida/Uraraka/Midoriya scene and then the scene with Bakugou, because he would follow. Look at him following Todoroki and Izuku in canon.

-Bakugou really doesn’t understand why no one is siding with him here, and it’s kind of really fascinating to write because like… he is that guy in canon. He’s just that arrogant. And the idea no one believes that Izumi is this villain confuses him. Nothing is going to his plan and he’s lashing out so hard because of it. In a way, I think I’m writing him with autism because I’m a little like that when plans don’t work out. It’s just Bakugou gets violent and his arrogance makes it worse, unlike me who just pouts.

-I debated about Inko, I really did! The idea of dragging it out, making it hurt so bad occurred to me but then I went: nah, Hisashi murdered Yamanaka he’s gonna murder her now to. But this is why on Tumblr I expressed regret for taking her out so soon in ‘present time’. Imagine her seeing this and realizing how little she mattered to her husband.

-Small announcement: I kind of have another reaction fic in the works!! It's vastly different and the basic plot is: Izumi is a trans girl who has a pact with a Fae Lord making her a warlock and she is in hiding with her little sister Eri. And that's just a very basic summary! It's going to be poly (Tenya/Izuku/Ochako/Tsu) and its going to be dad might to the core. It's still in the works but it's going to be fun to write both of these stories. It's also a slight D&D crossover (depending on how you define slight). I could make it its own story but I'm having fun with making it like a show so… yeah.

#bnha #bnha au #pulling on the strings of destiny #female midoriya izuku

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