#Fragment Toshis

[xdreamers-asylumx]

Unspoken Rule

Pairings: PM! Dazai Osamu X F! Reader

Callous remarks and sharp glares did nothing to deter you—cruelty was a love language you had become far too intimate with, and who better to indulge your little game than him? You despised his arrogance and he detested your mutiny. In the end, you were nothing more than two rabid dogs snarling at each other for dominance. A coy smile curved the side of your lips where they left a deep garnet stain on the collar of tonight's lover before linking arms as you made your way down a long stretch of hallway.

Your heels clacked noisily against the tiles leading to the grand doors sealing away the hum of music just beyond them. A party of sorts, you supposed. Dubbed an annual display of your organization's successes and luxury, in reality more of an excuse for Mori to show off Elise in her new dress. Tedious, but not entirely boring under the right circumstances.

"(Y/N)." One of the guards stationed outside the entrance acknowledged courteously. The other offered a forced nod—there was a prominent bead of sweat trickling down the dip of his temple as he remained resolute in keeping his eyes trained forward.

You rolled your eyes, reaching forward to seize the large man’s tie in a manicured hand. What was his name again…? Toru? Toshi? Tetsu?Perhaps it didn’t matter.

A sharp tug to his tie and he was brought down to near eye level. Your gaze flickered up to meet his through long wispy lashes, finally managing to break his seemingly unseeing stare. He swallowed thickly.

"Gentleman, really...” Suggestive fingertips trailed down his chest with a knowing smirk. He flinched. “No need to be so stiff."

A terribly misleading sentiment. One that the man draped across your arm didn't yet grasp the weight of nor even truly recognize; an unspoken rule. No one was permitted to touch you. No one save for one man—and anybody who disobeyed was swiftly dealt with.

The guard who wasn’t currently ensnared by your deceptively soft grasp shot your guest a quick, pitying glance. He wouldn’t dare do more than that. Instead, he asked, “Who might this be accompanying you tonight, Miss?”

You paused in your ministrations, cutting a sideways look to the other guard. There was a palpable moment of silence that followed where nobody hazarded a breath before you quickly alleviated the tension with an airy giggle and a wave of the hand; effectively releasing the man from your hold. “Oh, this is Sato. Such a lovely man, isn’t he?”

The guard sighed, indulging your antics with a curt “yes, Miss” and proceeded to push open the doors, allowing you entrance. You blew him a kiss over your shoulder as you walked in.

Jeweled tapestries clung to the ornate walls in intervals between floor to ceiling windows overlooking Yokohama's starlit skyline. A glittering chandelier high overhead caught and reflected the moon's silver beams in fragments onto the polished marble floor below, already crowded with its buzzing patrons for the night—none other than the most integral members of the city's most notorious crime group. The port mafia.

You were the last to arrive.

Weaving your way through the many wine filled glasses wobbling precariously in evidently intoxicated guest and executive hands alike, you lead your faux-lover by the hand to the bar in the back corner of the ballroom. You weren't oblivious to the lustful stare he had locked on you from behind, though you feigned that you were. Despite his conventional good looks, he was boring and the idea of entertaining him more than you already had outside of your own twisted charade disillusioned you. All golden hair and shimmering blue eyes, he was gullible and easy to seduce.

The complete opposite of him.

Pulling yourself into a barstool, you requested a whiskey on the rocks for yourself and your companion. The bartender nodded and poured you your drink from one of the many glass bottles lined up along the shelves behind the bar. With glass now in hand, you swiveled in your seat, gaze dragging lazily over the other people chatting and milling about.

You brought your glass to your lips and stopped short. There, across the room sat languidly atop one of the plush couches scattered about the room, was none other than the man you had been searching for—and splayed across his lap was a woman in a satin dress attached to his neck. His eyes locked with yours. Dazai.

A smirk pulled your lips back over your teeth, a thinly veiled snarl. So the game of cat and mouse begins.

“(Y/N)? What are you looking at?” Sato inquired, head swivelling to try to find what had you so fixated.

You grabbed him by the front of his button-down without a word, drawing his attention back to yourself rather than give him the opportunity to locate the man across the room. Dismounting your seat at the bar, you sashayed your way to the middle of the floor, lover in tow, completely ignoring Dazai.

This, however, only provoked the man. His eyes followed you the entire way across the room, a bandaged hand pushing the woman on top of him aside. You could hear the indignant sounds of her protest as his gaze burned into the side of your face. Smile like the Devil himself, you finally looked his way again.

Dazai stood and began making his way to you in the crowd.

Eyes ablaze with a growing wrath, you spun on the blonde man behind you and pulled his body flush against your own, staring up at him through your half-lidded eyes as you did so. Seemingly pleased with the sudden attention, he wound his arms around your waist, hands wandering up the curve of your spine to tangle in the hairs that fell at the nape of your neck. You wondered, briefly, if he knew he was being used and simply didn't care.

Sato’s lips descended upon your own, melding your mouths together with an unpleasant force that you tolerated only to get a rise out of Dazai. Your eyes met with his over your lover's shoulder. His demeanor was calm, calculated. A fire ignited inside you.

Wasting no more time, Dazai strode over to the two of you just as you broke away from the kiss. He was there in an instant, mere inches away from Sato with a humourless grin stretching his lips.

"I believe you have something of mine."

The man you were just kissing turned around at the sound of Dazai's voice, confusion furrowing his brow—but Dazai wasn’t looking at him. He was looking at you. His eyes were nearly black now as he stared down at you, gaze raking over your body clad in that dress he liked so much.

"You truly are an arrogant man," you mused.

“Hey—“ Dazai side stepped Sato, much to the blonde man’s chagrin. He had no care for what Sato had to say.

Slender fingers caught a stray strand of hair dancing across your vision. Dazai’s dark eyes bore into yours as the pads of his thumb and forefinger toyed with the loose curl before winding it back into place behind your ear. "And you are an insufferable woman."

"What is going on—?” Before Sato could even finish his sentence, Dazai had produced a gun from beneath his jacket. Without adverting his eyes from your own, he pressed the barrel to the head of the man who accompanied you to the party. There was a threat in the thin press of his lips. A promise.

“Stop interrupting.”

You stared back defiantly with the same amount of hostility tensing every muscle in your frame. “Come now, Dazai,” you purred, stepping closer than any other person would dare to a man like him. “It’s quite unbecoming of you to be so rude to my guest—“

“What the hell?” Just then, Dazai’s own companion decided to chime in, apparently having sauntered over a few mere moments before.

You had almost forgotten she was in the room at all until she grabbed your shoulder and jerked you to face her. She glanced between the two of you with hurt in her eyes—she must have truly believed that she had won his affections.

You almost felt sorry for her.

"Dazai, what the hell?” She repeated. “Are you serious? You left me just to come flirt with this—“ she gestured towards you flippantly “—this random girl?”

Almost.

Your eyes narrowed. In one swift motion, you had untangled the dagger from where it held back your hair and pressed it to the woman's throat. "I don't remember inviting you into this conversation,” you stated, plainly. “And I don’t like sharing.”

She gasped, eyes flickering to Dazai for help, but he was too preoccupied gazing at you. “You’re both insane!”

The butterfly hilt glinted under the soft lights, the ruby embedded in the centre winking as if anticipating another kill. You pressed it closer to her throat.

Suddenly, a loud theatric sigh rang through the room, alerting you to the silence that had overtaken it. “Come, children, must you always ruin my parties with your little charade?”

The voice was deep, amused, but there was an underlying edge to its tone. The sea of onlookers who had gathered around you began to part. Some, who were new to this fairly run of the mill debacle, were gawking—likely guests of other port mafia executives. Others, well acquainted with yours and Dazai’s tumultuous relationship, regarded the scene with tense fear. When the final person stepped back, none other than Mori himself emerged from the crowd.

“I think it’d be best if you and your…” he glanced between Sato at gunpoint and the woman currently pinned beneath your blade, “guests settled down. My dear Elise must be so frightened!” He wailed.

Elise, miraculously appearing by Mori’s side as if summoned by the man’s call, delivered a swift kick to his shin. “There you are!” She pouted. “I thought I asked you for cake!”

Mori glanced down at the young girl with adoration, apparently forgetting all about the situation he was attempting to diffuse. “Elise! I was just on my way to get you some, I swear! I just got a little sidetracked—“

Another kick to the shin. “Now!”

And with that, Elise was stomping away in the opposite direction. Mori stared after her, dejected.

“Yes, yes.” He sighed. His focus turned back to the both of you, renewed disapproval souring his face now that Elise was gone. “As you can see, I have my hands quite full with Elise. I really must insist you lower your weapons.” His eyes glowed dangerously. “You’re disturbing my guests.”

You straightened, allowing your dagger to fall to your side at the warning tone in Mori’s voice. The woman, who was all but a statue mere moments before, took this as her opportunity to advance on you, seemingly alight with a newfound fury. She had her hand raised as if to slap you, tears brimming in her eyes. You raised a brow in amusement.

Dazai was not so quick to oblige to Mori’s command. He never lowered his gun. And with a quick cock of the trigger, his index finger squeezed down.

Once.

Twice.

A final resounding bang followed by a cacophony of shrieks punctuated the thud of two bodies hitting the ground. Blood spattered your face.

Before Mori could react, your wrist was seized in a vice grip, fingers cold as ice digging into your pulse, and Dazai was heading towards the exit with you in tow. The room was frozen as you departed.

No words were exchanged as you were lead out of the building into the parking garage and began weaving through row upon row of flashy cars. You twisted in Dazai’s grip, trying to free yourself from his quick pace that had you stumbling behind in your heels. That was until you found yourself at a particularly expensive looking corvette. Sleek and black, windows tinted so dark that it was certainly not legal, and a jagged slash where you had keyed the driver’s side door in a fit of rage.

Dazai’s car.

He stopped suddenly, yanking you in front of him until he could trap your body between his car and his embrace.

“Belladonna…” he purred into your ear. “That was quite the stunt you pulled in there.”

His hands wandered over the curve of your waist, finding purchase in the loose silk around your hip and pulling you back tight to his chest. “Says the man with a purple bruise beneath his earlobe.” You growled.

A deep, sultry chuckle radiated from the man’s chest pressed firm behind you. “Now, now… there’s no need to be jealous, my love.”

Craning your neck to glare into those cruel, shadowed eyes you knew so well, you forcefully peeled yourself from his grasp and huffed. Despite the familiar flames growing hot in your belly, you removed yourself entirely from Dazai’s all encompassing heat to spin on him, jabbing a sharp nail into his chest. Dazai merely growled, eyelids lowering with lust as he gazed down upon your figure.

“I am not the jealous one here, Osamu—“ a deep groan escaped his lips at the sound of his name on your tongue, taking a calculated step closer to cage you further between him and the hood of his car, “—you are the one that shot my date.”

“The date you brought to get a rise out of me, (Y/N),” he whispered, bending to ghost his lips along the shell of your ear. “Lest we forget that you were the one who started this little game.”

His warm breath fanned over your neck making your knees wobble despite yourself. Bracing your hands on the hood of the car behind you, you turned your head away to avoid his now piercing gaze. “You participate just as freely, Dazai.” You growled. “Or was the lady you brought a mere coincidence?”

He chuckled, but did not dignify you with an answer which only riled you up further. Hands back on your waist, Dazai retreated from your neck to capture your gaze with his. Fingers like cold silk ghosted up your sides, along the swell of your breasts, the dip in your collarbones, all the way to the curve of your jaw where they stayed, finally forcing you to look up at him with a touch none too gentle.

The sharp sting of pain that ached through your neck at the abrupt pulling of your chin closer to his elicited a soft whimper, one that Dazai revelled in. It was only him who could see you like this. Submissive and meek. Eyes clouded with desire and a willingness to please. His nerves felt alight with fire as he slowly pressed the length of his lithe frame to your softer one.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he purred.

Your lips were a breath away, each letter enunciated by his tongue felt by the brush of his mouth ghosting over yours. You released a shuddering breath, resolve crumbling. He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth and pulled away. You tried to reclaim the distance between the two of you with a quick move onto your toes, but Dazai was quicker. You whined, displeased.

“I’ll give you everything you desire in due time, Belladonna,” he promised, darkly. “But only if you say the words.”

Your teeth caught purchase in your lower lip, in turn dragging Dazai’s attention downwards. His own resolve was being shaken.

“Osamu,” you whispered.

A sharp breath slid between his clenched teeth. You grabbed him by the front of his suit jacket and yanked him down. The honeyed brown that began pooling in his irises had you entranced—but you wouldn’t cave to him so easily.

“I don’t belong to anybody.”

His lips crashed onto yours with bruising force, tipping your head back with thumbs pressed firmly into the underside of your jaw. Soft brown locks tickled your cheekbones as he dipped his head lower to deepen the kiss, parting your lips with an authority that had your body trembling. Tongues met, beginning a war for dominance, one that you knew you would lose but never seemed to mind.

Your fingers found purchase in the hair at the back of Dazai’s head, tangling and tightening until your knuckles were brushing against his scalp. It must have been painful, but Dazai only gasped quietly into your mouth and kissed you hungrily.

His teeth nipped at your already bruising lips, hands sliding down to squeeze at your throat until you were gasping for air and your eyes were glowing with lust. Dazai’s knee slid between you legs, pushing them apart and forcing your back down onto the hood of the car.

You stared up at him in the dim silver light of the moon straining to breach the darkness of the parking garage. His hair was mussed, bandages falling loose over his face, and blood blooming like a rose petal at the corner of his mouth where you bit just a little too hard. But as he knelt over you, unbuttoning his dress shirt torturously slow with eyes so dark and hungry you felt like you’d be swallowed whole… you could swear the angels above would weep at the sight of this devil’s beauty.

“You don’t think you’re mine, (Y/N)?” He said lowly. His hand trailed higher up your thigh until goosebumps were left in his wake and your dress was pooling around your waist. “I’ll make sure everybody else does.”

[super-paper]

I think I knew from the moment or AFO’s mom being confirmed a prostitute that people certainly would have Opinions on that. But in terms of sexism or misogyny, I will be frank here in that I don’t really see it. This is of course a personal opinion that I’m not trying to impose or anything, but we always knew that the AFO’s backstory was gonna be some fucked up shit and that whoever was part of that backstory was simply gonna serve as a tool to further the horrible psyche of All for One, so when people get upset on how they think the story became too dark or how it’s sexist the way the mom has been written, I think I just don’t really get it? In terms of the story, I think it really solidified how while AFO was sort of a bad kid since the day he was born while also humanizing him.

However, it might also be foolish of me to divorce the idea of misogyny from his backstory, so ultimately I just wanted to hear your thoughts on what you think about it.

Mm, I don't really think I'm eloquent enough to really give a thorough/informed response, but...

Like, I sort of?? get what Horikoshi was going for, but I also think the overall depiction of AFO's mother could have been handled better.

Sex workers are often extremely vulnerable and frequent targets of violence/abuse-- which isn't to say that manga aimed at teens should just pretend sex work doesn't exist, but in this case, I do believe that the depiction of AFO and Yoichi's mother was handled somewhat callously compared to what we’ve gotten for the other parents. My own concerns have more to do with how she is depicted by the art/paneling/narration-- like, my read is that her death was intended to be sad, but the execution was still dehumanizing (like so far, she gets no real focus on her face or features, dies in an absolutely horrific fashion, and ultimately has her body desecrated/devoured-- compare this with the brief glimpse we get of Toshi's mother, who is extremely idealized in comparison but is depicted as a more "complete" person despite only appearing in one panel-- OFAFOmama gets more panels in comparison, but they're mainly focused on her corpse/suffering and fragments of her body, and again, none of these panels give us a clear image of her face). Again, I understand what Horikoshi was going for, but I think people do have a right to feel uncomfortable and criticize this.

We can argue that the chapter was narrated from AFO's perspective (or at least, it's heavily implied to have been influenced/skewed by AFO-- the narrator referring to quirks as "meta abilities" multiple times feels like it's supposed to tip us off that this is not Izuku or someone from the current generation narrating anymore, and both AFO and Yoichi get referred to as "things" by the narration which is probably the biggest tip off that our mysterious narrator isn't entirely trustworthy/unbiased and that what they say should be taken with a grain of salt and skepticism imho)-- if AFO is the narrator, then a lot of the dehumanization of like, everyone BUT Yoichi, can be read as a side effect of that. But, I do think the criticisms still stand.

As for what Horikoshi was going for.... AFO being born from someone that society completely and utterly failed to help and whose suffering was ignored even before the advent of quirks feels like its supposed to be the main takeaway, execution aside. AFO’s own beliefs about how "it's simply human nature to reject what is different/what they don't understand + everyone just pretends not to see suffering” aren't beliefs that were born in a vacuum, they started snowballing from the moment of his conception— and even though AFO tries to paint himself as being born evil, it's obvious that he was affected by it. His mother was homeless and ill, but there's a crowd of people in the background going about their own lives and paying absolutely no attention to her. She dies in horrible pain and all alone. AFO and Yoichi are born alone and spend their entire childhoods alone because no one would help them, either-- they were viewed as “diseased” and people deliberately avoided them/refused to help them for that reason (it's also heavily implied that they probably were attacked by both anti-meta groups AND meta groups despite them both being children-- though since it's a flashback that's presumably being skewed by AFO, he instead frames himself as the aggressor in both situations because the alternative means acknowledging that he was also one of society's victims). From AFO's perspective, human nature + society's nature hasn't changed in the slightest even with the advent of quirks and the mass influx of "heroes."

Bodily horror and bodily violation (and bodily consumption!) is also the bread and butter of the AFOFA plot, and this isn't something restricted to gender.

In terms of the story, I think it really solidified how while AFO was sort of a bad kid since the day he was born while also humanizing him.

Yeah, the nature of this origin has shed some light on a lot of things about AFO's character-- esp. when you compare the imagery of this chapter to certain statements he's made in previous chapters. I don't subscribe to the idea that he was born evil (everything about AFO up to the point where he and Yoichi discover books reads as him acting purely on instinct + being stuck in survival mode since birth gave him literally no room to develop critical social skills), but I definitely agree with you that the chapter succeeded in humanizing him, bc so much about his behavior has just sort of clicked in place after this chapter.

It's just a shame that a lot of people are taking the chapter at face value-- I've seen about fifty different "Thank god, finally a villain who was born evil and doesn't have any trauma!" takes on twitter so far and it's like????? 😭😭 Like, I was hoping that more people would look at the chapter and say "wow, that was fucked up and no child deserves to go through that even if they have bad vibes," but alas.

[pocketramblr]

If the ask game is still open, Izuku is Death (and I don't mean that metaphorically, or rhetorically, or poetically or theoretically or in any other fancy way. He's Death. STRAIGHT. UP.) and he is after AFO, who is very human. (Also, unrelated, but All Might survived way more near death experiences than in canon. He must have a guardian angel or something.)

gonna just combine those, for my own sake...

1- something Changed in the world the moment the first quirk came into being. Izuku doesn't know what it was, only that before, Death was Something Else, and that after, he Existed, and Was Death. It's a turbulent time to be Death, but maybe it had to be. Izuku watches with wonder life and how people use it, quirks in all their beautiful colored varieties. He has a very somber job, and it hurts, and he can't stop being Death, but he can keep himself well enough by deliberately appreciating life, and the world, and the quirks he's somehow tied to. It doesn't stop from hurting, but it helps his pain tolerance and lets him smile sometimes.

2- If Izuku has ever hated a human, he hates All For One. everyone else, he mourns. he gently takes children when its their time. he offers an ear to people's stories. He'll even tut over a killer, but give them space- usually they don't need judgement, their own's enough. And when it's not, they're scared of him as is.

All For One is different. he doesn't value life, or quirks, or the world, or even Death. just himself, as if he's apart of all of it. Just himself, and his brother, who he treats as proof of his control.

Izuku sits quietly with Yoichi in the vault, and promises AfO won't stop either of them, won't own Yoichi forever. At the very worst, Izuku will make sure he escapes eventually.

Izuku weeps when the vault is opened, and continues to go do his job, leading on from the bodies strewn behind Second and Third's bloody footsteps.

3- And then AfO kills Yoichi, and Izuku finally makes himself known. He snaps, because AfO's beyond any redemption, to him. He'll kill AfO himself, now.

But instead, it's the first time AfO's smiled in months- he's done it, become so strong, made himself such a legend, that no one but Death Itself could face him, beyond all mortals. Izuku doesn't particularly care about AfO's ego boost, since he's been annoyed by it so long anyway, and he figured AfO's cult would make up something like that anyway. not important, when he'll make sure they die out too.

But AfO kills everywhere he goes, and Izuku is Izuku, but he is also Death, and he must tend to those he leads away.

He won't let AfO think he's more important to Izuku than the many people he tramples.

4- When AfO start with Nomu, Izuku feels pain for the first time- he's felt agony, sure, emotionally. but not physically. It doesn't hurt any other after that, but he remembers. and he's even angrier, because Nomu spit in the face of Death, puppeted corpses on a cruel fragment of a memory of being alive.

And Izuku decides if AfO's going to break the rules, so will he.

Banjo should have died the first time he refused to give One For All up to AfO. but somehow, he didn't. En was the same.

Izuku had to focus on protecting Toshinori from the powerful blast AfO had to use to keep Nana dead this time, but then spent the next three decades keeping all sorts of things from killing Toshi that absolutely should have. So, when Izuku keeps him up and finally, finally sees AfO drop, he's thrilled. He makes sure Toshinori will survive, then goes to take AfO.

But a mere hour later, AfO slips away, grinning widely at Izuku's frustrated shriek.

5- not one minute later, Toshinori has a dream in his comatose state- he can see all the vestiges again, but there's an extra figure, who speaks to him.

"I'm Death- no, stop, you're not dying any time soon. But All For One returned to life when he should not have been able to. I don't care what he or his followers will think of it- I can take a physical form. If i do, and have One For All, I know he'll never come back. I swear it."

[mysteriesmuse]

“WHERES THE ZOO?!”

- nah that’s just our secret code that sounds a lot like unusual petnames. ——— you wiped at a limp strand of hair on your forehead, your partners voice ringing in your comm.

“I could really use some- hrgh- some backup when you get wrapped up over there!” your huffed glaring back at the pile of goons heaped up on the floor around you and taking off down the same eerily flicking, sterile linoleum hallway that Hitoshi had taken down a couple of minutes ago. you were pulling a infiltration of this drug smuggling stronghold. Hitoshi had fled ahead to try and take down the boss in-charge of this station somewhere deep inside. Now you were finally finished incapacitating the slew of lowlifes guarding the front, carving a way for your partner inside. your hair flew around your face, a throbbing sensation on the side of your forehead as you sprinted down the halls: left, left, right, that’s where he said he went . . . a view gunshots ran out rang out. you skidded to a stop just before the next corner, cursing as you slid and bolted in the opposite direction where the gunshots had come from, “Damnit ‘Jack!” you stomped past another open hallway full of another wave of stinking goons filing out. bang. bang. bang.

You pressed your hand to your ear, “ Toshi’ stats what’s happening?” “Hah! There you are! You little bug. I’m gonna take you here and-“

down the opposite direction a guy snarled and spit as he charged over towards you, syringe in hand. unknowingly still on comm with your encounter flitting around Hitoshi’s ear as you gave out what he thought was an exasperatingly sexy growl as you stalked over to the piece of scum. “Better than you trash. Now you’re gonna tell me where your friends are all headed, ok? Where’s my partner?”

your teeth hurt as you clenched your jaw. Arm flung out like Darth Vader’s as you used your quirk looking astonishingly similar to the force. The guy halted in place hands clawing at the invisible hands around his neck, eye starting to bulge, you spit. “you’ve got 10 seconds.” the man collapsed to the floor gasping, “straight ahead . . . leff-“

———

you didn’t spare another glance as you clenched and unclenched your hand sprinting off down the hall and to the left. the echoing of his skull hitting the tile leaving you as another voice from your command-base team responded instead. “Mindjack’s been hit. Keep going left to towards the stock room from the blueprint, but be careful Sweetheart. We loose contact in the-“

Hitoshi’s voice came flooding back through your ear interrupting the intel from command-base, but your heart caught in your throat hearing him alive and well “aww you do care, kitten . . .” you laughed through your nose, a little too caught up in being chased around the complex to do anything else. He was joking around with a gunshot wound meanwhile, you were busy kicking and hauling-ass over to the other side of this darn building were he was

——— When you arrived all you could do was breathe out, “Oh my god . . .” The surrounding halls were Hitoshi had blazed through were littered with people and rubble. As you crawled over the mess of knocked out goons the sounds of the fight got louder until you were spotted behind this onslaught of villains who fanned out around what you presumed was Hitoshi. the smears of drippled blood and the easily distracted fringes of the mob seemed to confirm your thoughts. “LOOK” “ITS THE GIRL!” “KILL HER. QUICK!” In the mob of black-clothed thugs you could see the tendrils of Toshi’s blinding cloth whip around faster at the mention of your presence as fragments of this ambush turned to pounce on you. You smirked, your favorite quip on your tongue, “aw but I won’t go breaking your heart . . . “

“HUHH?!” your raised your hands out in front of you, “but I could if I tried. No, really!” clenching your fingers you sauntered into the fray. Grown men dropping like flies as you made fought and punched your way through until you saw a blob of purple. “Hey, look guys! That’s my girl!” “WHAT? BOBBY YOURE DATING THIS HERO?!”

you snorted, while sucker-punching a guy in the face. he staggered and you admired your handwork; little red blotches that would turn into deep purple heart shaped brusies, before vaulting over his head and strangling another guy with your thighs. Hitoshi kept talking and more and more minions started causing a ruckus in the hall as they briefly got assaulting by their brainwashed mates before staggering back over. From your spot on the floor where you were getting your hair pulled out you saw a familiar knee drop to the floor, shouting out for you, “argh, kitten. I needa’ koala right about now.” You howled, thrusting your hips to knock this guy off you, “ughh, Kitties a turtle. I needa’ octopus ‘Jack!” at this point villains we’re turning around in confusion, still trying to beat y’all up, but now on the lookout for the menagerie of animals the two of you kept asking for. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE ZOO ANIMALS THESE TWO ARE BLABBERING ABOUT??!” immediately the two guys clamoring on top of you were thrown off. You looked at your hero, Mindjack’s binding cloth overhead thrashing an opening for you. Exactly the octopus you needed . . . ——— Hitoshi was on the floor fighting through the pain. Quite literally, he focused all his attention on keeping these disgusting villains off of you. I mean, what else was a man to do when you deliberately asked him for an octopus? that was code for you-needed-a-hand and Hitoshi, being a gentleman, was gonna help knock these guys off of you. He say you sprinting towards him. Hair wild, with a matted streak of blood on your head glistening in this dingy lighting. but he opened his arms for your gorgeous self to collide into him. And I mean, you flew toward Hitoshi. His bulky form ragged as he opened up his beefy arms to catch you as you jumped on him. Koala time. You locked your legs around his waist. Eyes and hands immediately raking his figure as his hand held you up. There was no time to worry about the way your skin tingled. You had to find the damn bullet hole in your best friends body. Meanwhile Hitoshi’s body, despite feeling like he was shot, was raising a garden of goosebumps which sprouted up in the wake of your touch. Your frantic breath tickling his ear and your desperate hands flying all over his body in an attempt to find the bullet in his thigh. He was glad his faux vocal cords covered the bottom half of his steaming face. You frantically rasped into his ear, “Where is it?” He coughed, jostling you, as he started sprinting through a mob of the dumb thugs that were brainwashed into fighting each other, “in my thigh. got the cloth bound around it.” you hissed against his ear. “On it.” ———

The two of you barreled past these buncha’ monkeys. Performing a routine move in your work-book: the koala. A stupidly intimate and effective way to move around in these ridiculous undercover situations. Except now you were stuck waving one hand over Hitoshi’s leg as he somehow managed to shift your weight around and sprint the hell out of there. Although, you couldn’t help but remember the reason it became a play in your book for its surprising effectiveness as you sat on the handle bars of one of the agency motorbikes with your arms stretched out behind Toshi’s head escaping the thugs as you took care of those following behind you. That was your escape route. you shouted as the wind whipped past your two shivering bodies already skidding onto the highway, “we are never ever doing that stupid game plan again. The ‘snake’ was just fine, but this ‘lizard’ infiltration plan does not work. I mean seriously that could not have gone more wrong-“

You continued mouthing off to him about this failed plan adaptation of his . . . And yet here you were content to let him call you kitten and paw at your waist and hips in order to kept you in place as you risked your life for his. . . . . . god, he was smitten for you.

[straycalico]

People always say it’s harder to heal a wounded heart than a wounded body. Bullshit. It’s exactly the opposite—a wounded body takes much longer to heal. A wounded heart is nothing but ashes of memories. But the body is everything. The body is blood and veins and cells and nerves. A wounded body is when, after leaving a man you’ve lived with for three years, you curl up on your side of the bed as if there’s still somebody beside you. That is a wounded body: a body that feels connected to someone who is no longer there.

Fenfang, from Xioalu Guo, Twenty Fragments of a Ravenous Youth

Art by Toshi Yoshida

[grayfxce]

Gray in Soul Calibur story:

Starts off like first picture. Shows up in the SC reality but is affected by the Evil seed as he shows up. Instead of turning into a malfested, the entity is put into an amnesiac state.

Has no memory other than vague muscle memories of martial arts skills. Amnesiac who is confused and reserved.

Gradually regains fragments of memories from absorbing soul fissures. And meets several people who admire him along the way of his journey.

Recovers his old outfit near the end. His old personality slowly returning. Second picture.

Fights the azure knight by chance. Literally catches the soul edge in between his hands during fight. Mostly just punching and kicking nightmare. Fighting with nunchucks && martial arts.

Wins first round but tried to win second and gets bodied by nightmare. Not at full power yet. Fighting spirit (Toshi) not returned to Gray yet.

Most of Libra of Souls goes the same.

By the end, Gray realizes he actually had his own adventure where HE was the main character for once.

Also Gray has a more solid grasp on fighting && nunchucks combat. Thanks, Maxi.

[hiraethwa]

one summer day

15 wake-up call. where your heart (and his) shatters into a million fragments

<< 14 crescendo. | >> 16 chasm.

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader word count: 2k warnings: angst, lying, miscommunication, heartbreak

“so where do i go in the process?”

there is a loud ringing that fills your ears as you try your hardest to understand how you got here. how you managed to misinterpret everything.

you must have misunderstood the meaning behind his actions, the look in his eyes, everything that pointed to him feeling the same way as you. you must have misheard the affection in his voice this morning as he kissed your forehead goodbye “we’ll talk about this when i come back.” 

“last night was a mistake.” no, there must have been some sort of mistake. some explanation for why everything, everything went to shit so quickly. 

a loud shattering of glass in the distance echoes in your ear. oh. the breaking of a heart.

you realize belatedly that it was the sound of wakatoshi dropping your heart carelessly. your heart that you entrusted to him. the gardener himself taking a pair of sharp shears to the flowers in your garden, mangled flowers and their petals falling to the ground. 

fuck. how many nights have you lied awake in bed staring up at the uneven texture of your ceiling, afraid of the exact scene that is playing out in front of you right now? too many. 

but you had let your guard drop, acted impulsively last night. and now you are reaping the consequences. 

“i don’t feel the same way. i’m sorry.” of all the ways shit could hit the fan, that was one that you failed to account for. one that you had not accounted for a while now. not when all signs you saw made you believe otherwise. none of it made sense.

you are horrified by what that means. ears burning with shame, reminded of the way you came onto him last night. and he had let you. how did you manage to fuck it up so badly? 

somehow, someway, you manage to recover from the shattering of your heart. “t–then why did you—?” 

not the wisest question to ask, when his answer comes easily, like he has it ready for you. the realization comes stomping on the fragmented shards of your heart.

“i realize my actions led you on, and for that i apologize for making you think otherwise.”

your hands are clenched tightly, neatly trimmed nails leaving crescent shaped indents on your palms as you let out a shaky breath, releasing them. confusion swims in your eyes as you look everywhere except at wakatoshi as you desperately try to connect the dots in your mind. 

if you looked straight at him, you would break down. if you had just looked straight at him, you would have seen the way he avoided your eyes. 

“i don’t understand, toshi.” his name comes out a mangled mess. “what do you mean?”

“i’m sorry,” his voice is pained, as if his words hurt him more than you. 

and then as if that wasn’t big enough of a slap to your face, he asks, “are we still friends?”

i don’t know, you tell me. no. you know we can never just be friends. no. why? no. but it seems like you are too far gone, too in love with the boy in front of you to put yourself before him, because you croak out a defeated “yes”.

you reason that it would be unfair to say no. that it would be selfish of you to do so when you are the reason this mess happened, and it wasn’t like either of you went into it with a mutual understanding, despite you thinking that you did. 

you flinch away when he reaches out to you with an outstretched hand, hoping to wrap you into a hug. his touch would only bring unwelcome reminders, and you have enough anguish flowing through your body to be considered a walking embodiment of pain.

he lets his hand hang awkwardly at his side. “is there anything i can do for you?”

a broken laugh escapes your lips. “you have done enough. just leave me alone.” you slide down onto the floor against the couch, eyes glazed over. “please” the word comes out in a half-sob, begging for his absence.

you think you hear his footsteps fade, and the sound of the front door a few seconds later. 

friends. heavy tears roll down your cheeks, blurring your vision as his words replay in your mind. you attempt to piece it together. piece something together. anything. nothing makes sense. 

as if you could ever go back to being just friends. a hysterical laugh rings in your ears. your body shakes in violent sobs, your heart in irreparable fragments, your mind tries to find a way forward. 

you sit there for hours. you don’t find one. 

“you have done enough.”

“you have done enough.”

“you have done enough.”

wakatoshi thinks he has broken his heart alongside yours in your shared home. 

he was foolish, thinking he could pursue whatever you had between the two of you without consequences. he was careless, away from miyagi for months — too long to remember just how real his promises are. 

ushijima wakatoshi is a man of his word. but for you, he is willing to go back on it. more than ready to. the words were on the tip of his tongue when he picked up the call from his mother on his way to training, ready to call it all off. put his honor on the line for you. 

but then she had asked about you, and your acceptance to the famed music school in paris. wakatoshi knows his mother well enough throughout the years to hear the thinly veiled threats behind her polite words. 

his family is well established. well connected. and if her reach goes beyond japan…

he doesn’t wish to test out the possibility of his mother interfering with your future. he would not allow it. what right does he have to love you if he can’t even protect you from his own mother?

it is his burden to bear, having agreed to the arrangement proposed by his mother just as he turned fifteen and about to start high school — she would allow him to continue volleyball at shiratorizawa high and then professionally, if he allowed her to arrange his marriage. 

with his parents divorced at a young age, volleyball is all that wakatoshi had left of his dad and he enjoyed the sport. at the time, he didn’t think much of the arrangement. he thought it would be for the best, not caring much about romance like the other boys his age. his mother, with her experience, would know what is important for a lasting marriage, right?

love didn’t come naturally to wakatoshi. sure, there were fans who adored him, but they were only there for his looks. coach hand picked him for his skills, and his teammates looked up to him for his reliability as their ace. 

and then he met you. your paths threaded together unwittingly by semi. he recognized your lonely soul that day in september, the first time the four of you hung out together, and he decided to throw out a lifeline. 

you are not alone, he wanted to say to you. so he tried his best to be that person you needed, like the characters in the shows that he watches with tendo. surprisingly, it felt effortless with you. like home. 

you made him feel happy. and seen. and he had fallen in love with you somewhere along the line unknowingly. 

he had actively regretted his arrangement ever since that day you defended him in that fist fight, realizing just how much he was willing to put on the line for you. he tried, oh gods, he tried to get out of it. sometime in december, he had gotten on his knees and begged his mother to release him from their agreement. 

but he made the mistake of inviting you to his house, confirming what others had whispered in her ear, that her son is in love with a girl with a, in her eyes, questionable family background. he had toed the lines, skirted just close enough to what was agreed upon that his mother had let it be up until then. 

“you might think you love her, wakatoshi, but love alone is not enough to withstand the weight of a marriage. there is a reason why marriages are arranged between families of the same status.” 

the matriarch of the ushijima clan had been unwavering in her beliefs. “she is a bright girl with a promising future. one that you nor i should be interfering with.” don’t make me intervene in her life. he was familiar with doublespeak from his years of experience with his family—had struggled with understanding the disguised meaning behind their politeness as a child. 

so it was agreed upon, he would go through with their arrangement as planned, if she stayed away from you. 

wakatoshi well knows that if he told you, you would choose to fight for him. you had fought for him that day despite being at odds with each other, regardless of the consequences that awaited you. 

and because he knows you so well, he chose to be selfish and break his promise to you.

“no more keeping secrets from me.” i’m sorry i couldn’t keep that promise to you. 

you are a caged swan molting into your full glory, breaking free to take flight. and he couldn’t bear to be the person you ground yourself for. didn’t want to hold you back from your true potential, even if that future is one without him in it. 

he had been selfish again last night, indulging in your request and his own desires that he had kept under lock and key. he had taken the love you offered so selflessly and wanted more after waking up to you in his bed, marks scattered across your skin and his—marks that marked you his, and him yours. 

wakatoshi wanted nothing more than to have this with you for the rest of his life. a thousand nights, then a few thousands more. 

the words that you let slip unknowingly was a welcome weight on his shoulders. he knew what he had to do before he could say them back to you. because when he says it to you, it would be a promise that he does not intend to ever break.

the utopia where he could be yours was well within his reach, or so he thought. and then the phone call came. her sentiments remained steadfast. and everything went to hell. 

you had waited for him to come home so sweetly, and all he could do was take the heart you offered to him and smash it to pieces. the anguish he felt as he saw the light in your eyes go out was enough for him to punish himself forever for breaking the heart of the one person who truly saw him.

why? why? why? why did he think anything changed at all? why is this the price that he has to pay? your heart and his, because of his selfish decisions when he didn’t know any better. 

he had forgotten the feeling of his mother’s ironfist and now you are paying the price alongside him. thoughtless, greedy, piece of shit. the list of the names he could use to describe himself  goes on and on. 

but you would move on from him in time, fall in love with someone else who could treat you better, love you better than he ever could. share a life with someone who isn’t him. (he tells himself that the pain lining your face is temporary. necessary. for your own good.)

(it does not break his heart, or yours, any less.)

you should hate him for what he did. at least you were still friends. he laughs softly, the broken sound escaping his throat—as if only you could ever be just a friend to wakatoshi. 

he tells himself that it is his punishment to have the look of betrayal on your face be etched into his memory forever, accompanied by a pang of agony that stabs through the thing beating in his chest. he deserves worse. 

if you love someone, set them free. he didn’t understand why someone would do that when he was watching that tragic romance show with tendo, but he thinks he gets it now. he would be nothing more than another cage locking you in if he tried to keep you with him. 

so he set you free. 

a/n: on my knees begging for forgiveness </3 tags: @lemurzsquad @daisy-room @integers @brokenscaredakira @whosmarjj @nansfyy @illuzminate @httpshoyo @manyuyuu @hatsukeii @bakery-anon (tags were late because they were broken 😔)

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[kogane-jidai]

hah that’s gay It kinda sucks but I like how the colors came out

@myspiritremains They’ve taken over my life and it’s your fault. Even though I haven’t been on here in forever, I still can’t stop thinking about the two of them kjhgfdsdfghjk fuck you I love you

[sofhtie]

having emotions about sending again 🥺🥺🥺 when your words are so limited what do you spend them on and how much that reveals about a character,,,,

[winter-and-beauty-moved]

Toshinori’s (Pink) and Fuyumi’s Kid!

( for @ask-themightiestdad )

Name: Ayano (meaning “my colour/my design”)

Gender: Female

Quirk: Quirkless

Appearance: Her eyes are Pink like her father’s, and her hair closely resembles her mother’s, however the streaks through her hair are pink instead of red. She also wears glasses like Fuyumi. She’s additionally quite small in stature.b>

Personality: Since she was born without a quirk, Ayano tries to make up for it by having quite an extroverted and outgoing personality. She tends to be quite talkative and flirtatious, always keen to make others smile or laugh. She wants to leave a lasting impact on people, despite the fact she doesn’t have a quirk. Her family are the most important thing to her and she’ll always try her best to defend them.

Like this and I’ll draw our muses’ kid

[secondhand-trash]

Kinktober 2020 — under the table

A/N: omg it has been half a year since I last wrote any ghost!shinsou this is why I should never do series- but anyways here is out first fic for kinktober, kicking it off with the return of ghost boyfriend!^^

Warning: oral (receiving), fingering

Word count: 2641

Q:

What kind of street do ghosts prefer to live on?

Shinsou sat on the kitchen counter crossed leg as you paced around the room, mumbling to yourself as you checked off everything that was laid out.

“Remind me, why are you suddenly in need of learning how to cook again?" 

You turned around with a sigh, shoving your hands into the pockets of your apron. (The purple apron with cats printed all over it was Shinsou’s, he had spent hours looking for it when you suddenly came to him saying that you needed to learn how to cook a decent proper meal within a week.)

It all started when you got a message from your mom one Sunday afternoon. You were sitting cross legged on the living room floor, all the old records left in the house by one of its previous owners sprawled out all around you. You had decided that it was not ok to just stack all of them up in the corner and pulled your ghost boyfriend to sort everything out so you could store them properly. He had protested but got shut down when you made the very valid argument that he literally didn’t have anything else better to do, to which he claimed that you were abusing his status as a ghost to get him to provide labour. 

You were still trying to explain to him why arranging everything by alphabetical order was a better way of sorting than doing it by genre when your passionate rambling was disrupted by a ping from your phone. Shinsou watched as you picked it up with a smile, then freezing in place when you read the message, and your eyes going from dead to contemplating to panicking in a matter of seconds.

He shifted to sit closer to you when you put your phone onto the ground, your eyes as wide as saucers while staring blankly ahead.

“Is everything ok?” he asked, giving you a light tap on your forearm.

“Toshi,”

“Yes?”

You blinked, before opening your mouth slowly, “Can you teach me how to cook?”

Fast forward a few days ahead and there he was, pondering how long it had been since he last tried to cook anything. Shinsou was not a master chef by all means, but in the short period of time when he was alive and actually needed food to survive, he had trained himself to be somewhat of a decent cook in order to save money from buying takeout. He never really thought much about it but now that he watched you struggle to chop up an onion with oddly placed hands and slicing down cutting only the thinnest slice at a time, he realised that he had never seen you cook something more elaborate than sunny-side up on instant noodles since you moved into the house he haunted.

“You can always order take out and then transfer them onto your own plates or something,” he leaned to the side, his brows locked together at how clumsy you were, “I’m sure your parents won’t notice.”

You turned around with an exasperated sigh and he immediately reached out to warn you from waving the knife around, “Yes but this is the first time they’ll come over and I want to show that I, you know, have my shit together!”

“If you keep swinging that thing around then you won’t even have all five fingers together,” he clicked his tongue, hopping off the kitchen counter when you flashed him a sheepish smile as you slowly put the knife down. He walked over, blinking a few times at the poor onion that looked like it just suffered from a failed beheading. He sighed pitifully, and you happily handed him the blade when he extended his hand to you. 

“Here, I’ll show you how it’s done,” his fingers were arched up against the vegetable as he skillfully sliced them up, “did you microwave the potatoes as I told you to?”

“Yeah, I put them in there directly.”

He paused, “Didn’t you put the dices into a metal bowl?”

You tiled your head, not understanding why he would bring that up. “Yeah?”

"...metals will explode in the microwave.”

“Oh fuck-”

-

You solved the issue of your hopelessness in the kitchen by not going in at all. 

Shinsou took up the task of cooking on the night your parents would be visiting after witnessing you almost burning yourself on the stove from boiling water. Humans could be such fragile creatures sometimes, he thought to himself as he picked the pot up from the fire with his bare hands, feeling not even a tickle on his deadly cold skin. 

He still thought that you were being way too dramatic with the way you checked the table every time you passed by and adjusting the utensils on top even though the difference would not be noticed by anyone that wasn’t you. 

But still, when he saw you getting yourself into near death situations from the smallest of tasks, he decided that if he couldn’t get you to give up your plan of serving up a homemade supper then he would take the matter into his own hands. 

Your mortality was far more important over his cynicism and the last thing he wanted was to chain you down in this house with him for a cause as dumb as you accidentally blowing the kitchen up.

“Kitten,” he sighed as he put down the salad bowl in the center of the table, holding onto your fidgeting hands, “you are starting to make me nervous and they can’t even see me.” 

You paused, and he felt the dread building up in his chest when he realised that he had said the wrong thing as your eyes widened. “Oh god, what if they can see you too? How should I explain to them that I’m living with someone? I-”

Your rambling was interrupted a ring of the bell that echoed through the house. You sucked in a deep breath, squeezing his hand tight as if you could calm yourself down with the coldness of his skin.

“Should I hide?” he asked when you got to the door.

You ran your hand down your face, your knuckles popping out as you gripped onto the metal doorknob. “They can’t see you, right?”

Shinsou felt a strange stir in his chest when he saw the dramatic change in expression on your face the moment the door was opened. Shivers crept up on him when your parents looked around the house, their gaze going directly past him even though he was standing right next to you. He sighed. He had gotten so used to you that he had instinctively expected to be noticed when most people would not even pick up on his existence at all. 

“Who were you talking to just then?”

“What?” you let out a forced chuckle, hoping that the panic that flashed through your eyes would not be recognisable, “No, no one. It’s just me.”

He was left at the side as you showed your guests to the dining room, walking straight past him. He stood there as the familiar feeling of being invisible caught up to him like a wave. 

Would you have introduced him to your parents had he been alive?

It wasn’t often that he thought of the possibilities had he stayed alive. In fact, he truly did think he had reached the point where he was content with the situation he was stuck in. There were lonely times, times when he was very much so here but didn’t feel like it as the world past him by, leaving him as nothing but a fragment in the past that was sealed within these walls. But then you showed up, and then suddenly he had company. Someone to hold at night, someone to laugh with, someone who would correct him when he did the wrong steps while clumsily following dance tracks. Everything seemed to be great, even though he still had limits to be bound to.

“This is amazing,” an unexplained irritation welled up in his chest at the surprised gasp of your mother reached his ear. “did you really make this yourself?”

“Of course, I’ve been learning how to cook since I moved out!”

It was always odd to watch a family interact from the point of view of a complete stranger. He could see everything more clearly but also knew nothing about the dynamic or the nuance behind each word. He thought of his own family for the first time in years as he watched you smiled cordially at the table.

He wondered what they would think about you too.

Perhaps he had underestimated how much years of loneliness had affected him, or he just wasn’t keen on being reminded that no matter how real this all was, you two were still very much so on the different side of life and death, and the sudden emptiness was suffocating him. 

It was like you had forgotten that he was still there too, and he wasn’t happy about it.

You sat at the table, pushing the food on your plate around as you eyed your parent’s reaction nervously. They seemed to be enjoying it, giving “your cooking" compliment after compliment. You would have to really reward Shinsou for his help later on, you thought to yourself as the knots in your stomach slowly loosened up.

Where was he now? Did he really hide up? You tried to glance around as subtly as you could manage, seeing if you could catch a glimpse of violet hair poking out from the corners.

You dropped your knife when you felt something cold touching your calf. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“No, everything is fine,” you forced out a smile but inside you were panicking. What the fuck? What was he doing under there?

You nearly couldn’t hold in the gasp you were about to let out when his head slid up from your calf to your knees, pushing them apart. Your hand instinctively gripped onto the edge of the tabletop, not able to move away in fear that your parents who were sitting right opposite to you would pick up on the way your jaw was clenched.

You had no way of ignoring his touch as he gripped onto your thighs. His ice cold fingers sent shivers down your spine as he danced them across your warm skin, each tap and each stroke of his fingertip along the root of your leg had you sitting straighter and straighter against the back of your chair.

“So, what have you been up to lately?”

“Oh, nothing much-” you coughed when his finger brushed past your clothed slit. You tried to close your legs shut but you were stuck with him being right in between. Your breath hitched when your panties were peeled off, your now bare cunt clenched around nothing reflectively when the layer of fabric was suddenly gone.

You felt terribly vulnerable with your legs being pushed back and for a split second, you were hyper aware of even the tiniest twitch of your muscles. Your parents didn’t seem to notice that you were sitting awfully stiff in your seat, your legs feeling like they were about to cramp up with how hard you were trying to close them up.

“Mm-” you bit down on your lips when he licked a long strip up from the very bottom of your folds all the way up to your hooded clit, his tongue pulling away with a flick against the small bud.

“Did you just say something?”

“Oh no, you must have misheard,” the muscles around your face was twitching as you tried to remain a neutral expression as he continued to alternate between swirling and pressing down on your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Fuck him for knowing your body so well.

Your legs were shaking under the jolts of electricity that shot up from your core all the way up to the back of your neck. He seemed to only get more vigorous with his licks and sucks, lapping up on the wetness that was starting to seep out of you. Your toes curled and uncurled, gripping onto the floor to your desperation as his cold breath fanned across your sopping pussy. Each drag of his tongue had you spasming, the lack of temperature on his lips numbing your senses as he dipped his tongue in with each flick. 

“Anybody you are seeing?”

All movements paused. His teeth graced past your clit tentatively, as if questioning what you were gonna do. You gulped, feeling the tip of your ears burned up.

“No-”

You jolted forward when he placed a hard suck on your clit. Your parents eyed you with a confused stare and you gripped onto the glass on the table, bringing it to your trembling lips to take a sip. 

He slipped his tongue in, dragging it along your walls at a rough pace. The corner of your lips was twitching, dreading the fact that your parents seemed to take your choked answer as a sign that you were hiding something. You gritted through your teeth, trying hard to not let any of the moans that were threatening to slip out leaked.

You could hear the slurping, like he had done a sloppy job concealing each pop and lap on purpose. It was like the two of you were in your own world, and the other people were intruders sitting there with a veil separating the two of you. He paid close attention to the way you reacted to each touch, the muscle of your legs flexing under his hand as the heaving of your chest got heavier and heavier.

You could almost feel blood on your lips from how hard you were biting down when he slipped his fingers in, matching the rhythm of his tongue with the pumping of his digits. You brought your napkin to your lips, covering your parted mouth.

You nearly screamed into your napkin when he crooked his finger, the prodding of his joints inside of your spongey walls had your muscles clenching down. 

His mouth left your folds with a lingered lick before pulling his fingers out with a languish drag, his lips ghosted along your inner thigh until he was gone completely. No more touches on your skin, not even a puff of air anywhere near you. He was just gone, vanished into thin air with nothing but your fluttering folds and the mess between your legs to remind you that he had very much so been kneeling there and making you crumble down just moments earlier.

You gave a slight shake of your head when your parents once again questioned the way your face scrunched up, your hand shaking as you dropped the napkin down onto your lap.

Stupid fucking ghost and their disappearing acts.

-

“We had been worry about you when you said you want to move out but it seems like you are doing fine, perhaps we really worried too much...”

“I told you so,” you said as you opened the door.  Your smile was rigid on your face as you walked your parents to the door, trying very hard to ignore the dullness between your legs, “come back at any time!”

Your smile dropped the moment the door shut in front of your eyes. Turning around on your heels, Shinsou was right there, a lazy smile tugging on his face with no remorse.

He had his arms crossed, leaning all his weight on one leg in a posture that was not fitted for someone who nearly had you moaning out loud in front of your parents.

You grinned, and he felt goosebumps rising on his skin at how innocent and sweet the smile was.

“You’re sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

Back to the masterlist

A:

A dead end

[fatewoven]

@kitmitsu​:   “ where i’m going, you can’t come. ” // toshi 2 ken after the Visit TM    /  prompt.

Still partially frozen, the ice floes of the river crash into each other beneath the glaucous, crystalline surface. Even at the zenith of spring, the rivers run sluggish in this part of the world, the northern wind bitter but familiar, like an old friend. Kenshin kneels by the water’s edge, exhale tinting the air white and misty as he collects pebbles gently rocked by the currents within his palm, and feels the blood rush above his wrists from the burning cold. Careful, tentative as if a hurried action could shatter the calm brevity the river generously offers, he contents himself by studying the patterns of the water until the chill becomes an afterthought. Until he’s gone numb from it. In his search for a slip of fortune amidst the slit and dirt, some fragmented evidence of the precious gold prospectors sifted for decades prior, Kenshin doesn’t find more than a handful of river-carved stones from this burst of spontaneity. The exercise serves as another lesson; the truth of futility drifting through the currents of life and hope bereft of an end. 

Akin to a leaf floating downriver to destinations unknown, these musings make him snort, and slowly, returning the river’s gifts, Kenshin stands and breathes in the morning air, sight fixed on the shimmering horizon and the glow of a waking sun. The world proves to be magnificent, and it is with deference, a boundless sense of respect and gratitude that defies definition, harbored by personal faith, he retrieves some citrus, berries, and mochi — each presented as a humble offering near a tiny cairn overlooking the land. The conclusion to this excursion is a practice of belief that’s becoming more common as time passes.

He gathers many of his thoughts. Spools them alongside the violent memories of another life, and gently releases them to the flows of the world. It is by this ritual, a different sort of meditation, that he takes another step toward the future, optimistic instead of despondent for once. All because there is someone else who walks with him, a soul deserving of the world but chose him in the end. Birdsong echoes through the air — and Kenshin begins the trek home, feeling lighter than before.

As the sun reaches its height, features chafed by the wind, his strides pause along the snow-encrusted road, a sense of caution pulling his attention to the unknown car parked in front of their house. He opens the door, grip tightening on the handle at the reveal of a man sitting across Toshiro in their living room. All black, suit pressed and embroidered in gold, the stranger tilts his head before offering a forced smile, teeth white and perfect. Kenshin wants to slam his smarmy face against the ground and crack it wide open, but steps aside to let him leave instead of following his gut reaction. Such an arrival promises out bad news, a fact he confirms by looking at Toshiro and the subtle ways his expression folds in the next moment, pinched at the corner of the eyes. 

The world turns inexorably onward, but he can’t help but think of the past — and how often it repeats itself by taking on another pattern.

Shoes left by the entrance, steps quiet against the hardwood floors, Kenshin settles next to Toshiro — bumping their shoulders together in the process. Quiet, patient until the time to converse arrives, he lifts Toshiro’s hand and presses a kiss against the knuckles in greeting, gentle as he maintains his hold, this point of devoted contact. He smells lunch simmering away in a pot, but it’s unimportant. Everything is when it comes to Toshiro as he sits there, sorting through his thoughts while his heart beats steadily underneath Kenshin’s touch. And finally: a decree. Those curt words, a request masqueraded as a command, explain the situation once Kenshin reads between the lines, and he doesn’t say anything. Not even as Toshiro moves his hand and interlaces their fingers, squeezing tight, tight. As if he’s afraid of what might happen if he lets go.

They keep holding onto each other. Kenshin smiles at him, eyes crinkling at the corners, warmth rolling off him like a physical force, and tries to dispel Toshiro’s worries. No force in this universe could make him blame Toshiro for this development, not when a mountain of bodies drag in their shadows, their lives etched by violence both necessary and needless. Saying nothing still, leaning in, Kenshin combs back those golden tresses, seeking out Toshiro’s full attention, honest in this request. Then, foreheads pressed together, lungs breathing in sync, they fall into a timeless rhythm; a tilt of the head; a pull of the hand; every action culminating into something familiar, and perhaps influenced by desperation, a call to comfort. An ember of desire that burns eternal. Soothing. Kenshin sighs as Toshiro’s fingers chart a languid path down his neck. Over and across faded ink, each once etched with stories, but now turned to mere memories he wears on his skin. It’s warm, the weight of that hand as it settles across his steadfast heart, and Kenshin bumps their noses together, knocking Toshiro out of the terrible scenarios he’s already imagining. “Whatever you’re thinkin’... just stop.” Gaze steady, still uncertain of how to reply, hesitating over the syllables as if the sentiment unfurling through his chest will somehow be lessened when voiced, Kenshin reaches over to guide Toshiro’s face back to his, the kiss gentle and open-mouthed, tongue curling against his like warm silk as he tries to convey a sense of reassurance. “Even if it’s hell you’re goin’ to, I will be there every step of the way. I’m not... I refuse to leave you alone again,” he breathes out, the confession fragile as it stretches between them. “Let me stay by your side until the end... Please.” He cannot possibly leave this time, the regret of that choice still weighing heavy, haunting.

And Toshiro’s surrender is barely a murmur, a whisper. It’s quiet, slow and reluctant like the river’s flow during winter, and Kenshin finds the gold in his eyes — a treasure worth more than his life. Something priceless and vital he vows to protect until matters are settled once and for all.

It’s doubtful they could ever return to this peaceful moment again, the future once again uncertain and dangerous, but Kenshin remains hopeful as a kiss follows those words, softer than the last, gentle in its insistence. A kiss for the sake of kissing, for the sake of contact. To nurse hope is a foolish sentiment; nevertheless, Kenshin has always been a foolish man — heart on his sleeve and all of him bared to the one person worth living for like a promise.

[italian-pastry]

BNHA Kid Headcanons

(For @yourwildflowerbouquet )

KIRIBAKU

-Eijirou had always wanted a lot of kids

-and Katsuki can't say no to his husband

-so there's 5 of them

-(damn 5 whole children)

-their kids call them Papa (Eijirou) and Dad (Katsuki)

-the first one is a girl

-she's just a copy-paste katsuki (personality wise) but with a better attitude

-they were figuring out how to raise kids

-they did pretty well, I think

-Her quirk is Fragmentation (She can make spikes on her body, then shoot them off like missles)

-her name is Mieko (Already Prosperous)

-the second one was a boy

-he ended up much more like Eijirou

-overall a radical little dude

-his quirk is Lavanic (he secretes lava like how Mina secretes acid)

-his name is Akio (Bright Man; Manly; Hero)

-(wow so original)

-the third one was born a male but she's more comfortable identifying as a girl so she's a she and that's that

-suprisingly timid for being raised by Katsuki and Eijirou

-also surprisingly, she still manages to be more like Katsuki whilst being timid

-passionate, stubborn, probably has some sort of complex, etc.

-her quirk is Pressure Blow (she hardens her own skin, but not as strong as Eijirou can, and when it breaks, there's an explosion)

-her name is Hiroki (Bright; Hope)

-the last two are twins

-which really surprised Katsuki

-"wtf why are there two"

-"well, kat, there is such a thing as twins"

-there is a girl and boy

-katsuki was horrified when his mom told him that the girl acted just like he did when he was a baby

-the boy is much more chill

-he just wants to play sports is that such a crime?

-the girl's quirk is Explosion (can send out a burst of energy like an explosion) and the boy's is Implosion (Explosion but in reverse)

-the girl's name is Kana (Powerful) and the boy's name is Tatsuhiro (Dragon, Immense Power)

-they're one big happy family

-Mieko has fully sharp teeth (like Eijirou) and the twins have partially sharp teeth

TODODEKU

-Shouto was worried when Izuku brought up the prospect of having kids

-he didn't want to fuck them up because he had a terrible dad

-"Izuku you didn't have a dad and I wish I didn't have a dad we're gonna fuck up this poor kid"

-Izuku respected his wishes and accepted the fact that they probably wouldn't have kids

-until Shouto had a chat with Natsuo (after Natsu became a dad)

-"Here's how I think of it, little bro; I'm gonna be the best fucking dad to this kid to show Endeavor that no matter how badly he fucked me up, I can still be happy with a better family than he will ever have"

-that certainly changed Shouto's perspective on things

-"oh yeah don't forget to have a good support system and do research on how to raise a kid or idk ask someone with actually good parents ok good luck buddy"

-So Shouto was lile "hey maybe we can try this kid thing out I did research and I'm feeling a bit more confident in my ability to raise a human"

- Izuku: :DD

-So they had a son!

-He's real chill (he's the mom friend and proud of it)

-imagine Shouto's overall chillness, but with Izuku's caring nature

-his quirk is Half-Flurry Half-Firework (he can make snow from one side of his body and sparks from the other)

_his name is Toshi, for obvious reasons

-(All Might cried)

-Izuku was like "look at how well we're doing with our son! Man, we we're worried over nothing!"

-"let's have another"

-"what"

-"you heard me"

-so they had another!

-Poor girl was born with the curse of blue eyes and red/pink hair

-Shouto was happy that she at least got Izuku's freckles to balance it out

-Homegirl is just Izuku minus anxiety

-she'd be unstoppable if she really tried

-her quirk is Thermostat (she can raise or lower the temperature of the air around her)

-her name is Arakan (Worthy One; Hero)

-Izuku: Wow I love our kids and how not screwed up they are :D

-Shouto: one more

-Izuku: wha

-Shouto: Just one more

-So they had one more

-she's a very good girl

-very respectful and sweet

-her quirk is black ice (ice, but black)

-her name is Youdai (Gentle; Shine)

- The kids call their parents Chichi (Izuku) and Daifu (Shouto)

-Sometimes called 'Chi' and 'Dai'

-These kids have 1 (one) grandpa and his name is Toshinori and he's their favorite

-The kids' grandmas are also very popular in this household

TSUYURAKA

-Ochako was pretty excited to have kids

-And tsu wanted them too so it all worked out

-They had a son first!

-he's a sweet boy who loves everyone and has a deep passion for life

-he does fall on the autism spectrum, but he works hard to not let that hold him back

-Tsu and Ochako are very supportive of their boy

-his quirk is Space Boy (He can increase or lower the amount of gravity affecting himself or anything he kicks)

-his name is Takiyo (waterfall)

-fun fact: he has half-n-half hair (half brown half green)

-their second child is a beautiful girl

-she's sisterly and energetic

-she doesn't really "get" hero culture and the desire for that lifestyle

-her quirk is Frog Morph (she can turn into a frog)

-her quirk is pretty plain, but she doesn't care

-her name is Ezumo (Fountain; cloud)

-Ochako and Tsu didn't have another kid for some time for no one reason

-but they did have another!

-he's a wittle itsy bitsy baby boy!

-he has a moon birthmark around his left eye

-AND heterochromia

-(man their kids have alot of half-n-half bastard traits)

His quirk is Orbit (anything he touches starts to orbit around himself)

-His name is Tsuki (Moon), but he's nicknamed Usagi (Rabbit)

- the kids call their moms Haha (Ochako) and Mama (Tsuyu)

-Since Ochako and Tsuyu didn't take each other's last names, their kids have alternating last names

-Takiyo and Tsuki have the Asui last name, and Ezumo has the Uraraka last name

SHINKAMISERO

-Denki and Hanta were the ones most excited to have kids at first, and Hitoshi was like 'cool go nuts I'll help raise them'

-So, biologically, their first kid's parents are Hanta and Denki

-but he's still very close to Hitoshi

-he looks and acts a lot like Hanta

-he's an all around sk8r boi

-his quirk is Electric Tape (basically Hanta's quirk but he can send and harness electricity via his tape)

-His name is Takeo (Warrior)

-one day when he was young, he had a really bad nightmare, and the only one of his dads awake was Hitoshi (since he's an insomniac)

-Hitoshi listened to his boy's rambling, and told him that no matter what monster or villain comes after him, he promises that he'd always protect him

-but one day, some B-tier villains broke into their home while Hanta and Denki were out doing Hero things

-Hitoshi tried to take them down, but they anticipated fighting him and had a strategy to take him down and ended up knocking him out

-when he was woken up by the police, they discovered that Takeo had been taken by the villains

-for five days, the villains had held him for ransom

-and for those five days, Hitoshi worked literally non-stop to try and track down and rescue Takeo

-after those five days, they ended up paying the ransom, and Takeo was returned to the police and his family safely

-except for a large gash on his shoulder he got during the initial break-in

-the whole event deterred Hitoshi from having more kids

-he was very anxious about being there for Takeo, and Hanta and Denki understood that

-so he and his husbands didn't have kids for like 15 years

-at this point, Takeo is a teenager, more independent, and is stronger/can tale care of himself

-Hitoshi feels better now about being able to put his attention elsewhere (focus less on Takeo)

-so he brought up to his husbands "Hey, do ya maybe wanna have another kid?"

-and they were like "omigosh yeah totally yes let us have another child"

-and there were twins!

-one boy and one girl!

-Hitoshi was just as confused as Baku when twins showed up

-"hol' up I only signed up for 1 kid not 2"

-"too bad they're yours"

-"Two for the price of one!" <- that's Hanta

-Biologically speaking, both of them are Hitoshi's, but the boy has Denki's DNA and the girl has Hanta's

-the boy has a resting bitch face and cries a lot

-the girl has resting sad face, but she's actually pretty cool

-the boy's quirk is Electroshock Therapy (mostly like Denki's quirk, except when he shocks you, you're under his control) and the girl's name is Mind Bind (it looks like Deku's Black Whip, except whenever it wraps around someone, they're under her control)

-the boy's name is Masashi (Commander; General) and the girl's name is Maemi (Honest Child)

-it's a bit weird for Takeo to have newborn siblings, but he loves them regardless!

-the kids call their dads Dad (Hitoshi), Pop (Denki), and Dada (Hanta)

AOMINA

-since I HC that Yuuga is graysexual, he didn't really vibe with kids for a while after they were married

-but Mina was totally fine with that!

-"hey it means I can still say fuck in my own house it's cool it's cool"

-although when Mina expressed further interest in kids a bit down the line, Yuuga was like "mmmmokay why not"

-and they had a girl!

-she has pink skin and weird eyes like Mina, but blonde hair and purple eyes like Yuuga!

-she also doesn't have horns

-she's very much like Mina

-she comes off as narcissistic at times, but she just has enough self-confidence for two people

-her quirk is Glo Splash (from one side of her body, she secretes one of the chemicals that make up the liquid in glow sticks, and the other half of her secretes the other chemical. She can mix them together to make it glow!)

-her name is Minako (child of Mina)

-Mina is not allowed to name their children anymore

-so when their son is born, Yuuga named him

-he got pink hair and horns and yellow eyes, but normal skin and normal eyes

-he's oddly very timid and anxious, which gives him a disconnect from the rest of his outgoing family

-his quirk is Lazer Horn (he can shoot lasers like Yuuga's from his horns)

-his name is Yukio (Snow Boy)

-the kids have hyphenated last names (Ashido-Aoyama) as opposed to having only one last name like their parents

-the most fab family has matching names: Yuuga and Yukio, Mina and Minako

-both the kids are fluent in French, and know snippets of English (we stan multilingual families)

-the kids call their parents Père (Yuuga) and Mama (Mina)

HAGOJIROU

-since Tooru was already pregananant when they got married, their first kid was quite a tad older than the majority of their Classmate's kids

-eh it's fine tho

-the first kid was a beautiful girl!

-due to her quirk, she likes to wear bright, complex clothing as to not go unnoticed

-she also makes a point to talk relatively loudly especially when in crowds

-her quirk is Ninja (physically, she is only an outline. She cannot be seen if she is standing still or the person looking for her doesn't know she's there)

-her name is Chieko (child blessed with wisdom)

-they had a second child a few years later on

-a boy!

-his fav hero is Ground Zero (to Mashirao's dismay)

-anyone who says otherwise can catch these hands

-he is also a woman respecter 100% through and through

-he can and will kick ass

-his quirk is Invisishift (he can turn himself invisible)

-kinda plain, but he loves it!

-his name is Ryuji (Dragon Child)

-A couple years after that (7-8 years or so) they had one more kid

-yet another boy!

-he's a lot like his mom (likes pranks, friendly, just a cool dude)

-he has really poofy curly hair

-his quirk is Tail (it's just Mashirao's quirk idk what to tell y'all)

-his name is Taishiro (Ambitious Boy)

-(i JUST learned that he shares his name with Fat Gum that was not planned I promise)

-all the kids can kick ass

-"Martial arts is an excellent form of exercise for children!" <- Mashirao

-the kids call their parents Mum (Tooru) and Pops (Mashirao)

-everyone's last name is Ojirou

MOMOJIROU

-Momo was really excited to have kids when their friends started announcing their pregnancies/having kids

-Baby Fever if you will

-Kyouka also wanted kids, but wasn't as outwardly excited as Momo

-and they had twiiiiiiiins

-also one boy and one girl

-because apparently there can't be same-sex twins in my headcanons

-the girl is more like Kyouka

-kinda punk, wants to be a hero, all that jazz (haha music)

-the boy is more like Momo

-elegant, charismatic, wants to go into Hero Management

-the girl's quirk is Stereo Heart (she has earphone jacks, and can play any sound she's ever heard, plus combinations) and the boy's is Bass Boost (he also has earphone jacks, but he can only alter his heartbeat (increase bass, vibrato, ect.))

-the girl's name is Satoshi (Intelligent History) and the boy's is Utano (Field Of Songs)

-both the kids are musically talented and very smart

-thanks for the great talents, moms!

-the kids call their parents Mom (Kyouka) and Mama (Momo)

-sometimes Kyouka and Momo can't tell which parent the kid is calling for, so they usually both yelling back (or the wrong one)

-it's a whole process to get the attention of the mom you want

-"HEY MOM"

-"YEAH?"

-"NO NOT YOU, MAMA, I SAID M O M"

[myelocin]

In Loving You Gracefully | Ushijima Wakatoshi

Synopsis: For Wakatoshi, being a first time father meant imperfections. (In short some dad!Ushijima bc I yet again am in my feelings tyvm)

Characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi, You, Ushijima Asami (morning beauty)

Warnings/Genre: No warnings! Fluff, Slice of Life

Word Count: 900+ (drabble)

a/n: This is for my cousin, Rasschelle, because I truly want you to just have babies at this point so I can have more fic inspirations. 

I got soft for Wakatoshi again when I should really be working on the multi fic but heh. Here are some soft hours for you, my darlings.

-

Ushijima Wakatoshi embodies everything there is about being graceful. You’ve come to witness it first-hand along the many years you had been with him. The man could spike a ball strong enough to kill but he always did it in a way that looked so beautiful. His movements precisely calculated, you reckon down to even the smallest twitch of his fingertips. Your husband both off and on the court had always held a calm exterior. Intimidating, definitely intimidating, when you first met him, but in time the atmosphere that flowed with his presence became comparable to early hours of an autumn morning.

He had quickly become a constant; blending perfectly into the routine that you had established in your life. The early years of your relationship looked like stolen glances in crowded hallways (which looking back, always looked funny to you since he resembled a beacon among the swarm of much shorter students), silent walks to the train station after classes, and timid kisses on his blooming red cheeks after matches. But despite those early years, wherein you were still young and unsure of yourself, Wakatoshi thought and spoke of the world like he was way beyond his years. Though of course sometimes you’d have pauses where you try to wrack your brain for words that stood in the same plane has his, but you were always assured that he never minded by a peck on the tips of your nose and or an honest smile that found a home on his lips.

And so, you too didn’t mind because you loved to listen at the man who spoke of the world with grace and loved to look at the fragments of the universe that spun in the olive hues of his irises.

The warmth of his hand that never ceased to spread to yours felt nice during early morning walks, but your favorite was when he took both of your hands in his, pressed them to his face, placing a kiss right next to the ring he put on your finger only some moments ago. Before you knew it, Wakatoshi became the man who stood at the end of an aisle where scattered petals lay, looking at you with an intensity that left you breathless. And you did feel the same rush of emotions every time you think back to that day where your only love, your best friend, your soulmate made you feel all the words that meant beautiful.

Beautiful your love truly is, you thought as you hold your newborn close to your chest. Beautiful, Ushijima Asami really is with her scarlet lips, dark hair, and pink cheeks. Your daughter’s father stands by the door of the nursery of your home, a few feet away from you. You knew not being present during the birth still ate him alive and while your heart broke at the phone call that his flight had gotten delayed, you felt the weight of his guilt through the tentative steps he took inching towards you.

You looked at him and thought that uncertainty was unlike him, and that this was a completely new look on your husband. But none the less, you smiled. He’s still a human at the end of the day.

So you stand up and nodded for him to take your seat. His eyes trailed up to meet yours, hesitant, as he sat, form rigid in the seat.

“Toshi, you’re fine, relax.” You gestured to your husband. “Hold your arms out.”

His face scrunched up in a way you never thought you’d get to see in this lifetime. “But how?”

Slightly bending down, you leaned forward and positioned the sleeping infant on his arms. His arms slightly twitched at the contact, though he didn’t retract them. He looked at you again, the hesitance clearly still evident.

“Support her head with one hand and let her body rest on the other.” Wakatoshi followed as you had instructed and sat back against the back of the chair.

He looked at you where you leaned against the crib and then back to your daughter’s slumbering form.

“She looks like you.” Was the first thing he said before your daughter cooed and opened her eyes. He stared back at her, unsure of how she would react. You watched with a little amusement as she only yawned before closing her eyes and nudging her cheek against the palm of your husband’s hand. His form simultaneously relaxed, seeming like he had just let out a breath he long had been holding. Inwardly, you melted too, she liked how warm his hands feel.

Wakatoshi’s eyes were doing that thing again, you thought to yourself as you kept watching the two. All traces of uncertainty left him and what settled was that aura that long became a signature to his presence. He held her a little closer to his chest this time, little flecks of stars and galaxies swirling in the deep olive of his mirroring the world you saw budding in your daughter’s eyes. You knew he was lost in his thoughts again, but your heart swelled. Your husband was a man who moved with grace, every calculation of his seemingly rivaling the aspect of perfection. But for now, as you stood watching him smile -- cheeks flushing pink, eyes glimmering over the whispers of tears, and lips pressing against a small forehead, he revealed himself to you in a new light.

In this very second, Ushijima Wakatoshi appears to you as a man and father who loves softly, carefully, and beautifully.

So as you said, “She has your eyes, Toshi.” you could only swear you saw his eyes shine just a tad brighter.  

[straycalico]

Patton, you Americans take watching films much too seriously. It's like going to church for you. For us, going to the cinema is just the same as going to the market to buy cabbages.

Fenfang, from Xiaolu Guo, Twenty Fragments of a Ravenous Youth

Art by Toshi Yoshida

[thestarwrites]

All Right, All Might: Ch.13

PART TWO of the UA sports Festival arc! After going toe to toe with TOEdoroki, what will happen to young Izuku? I mean we already all know whats going to happen -- but lets find out what happens between the lines...

Word Count: 5,173 Rating: PG

———————— CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE UA SPORTS FESTIVAL! Part 2

The two teachers sat side by side, Toshinori had one hand on his arm rest - white knuckling it - and his other hand was laced with Keri’s. She absentmindedly ran her thumb over his calloused skin, sending calming waves into his body, trying to keep him from passing out. 

Toshinori grit his teeth, “He’s using One for All at 100 percent each time - he’s sacrificing his fingers to keep up with Todoroki.”

Nodding Keri sighed, “He knows what he’s doing. It’s reckless, but it will pay off, whether he wins the match or not.” 

“What do you mean or not?” He shot a look to her. 

Keri sighed, “Enji has been training that boy since he could walk. You really think Izuku will stand much of a chance? I’m just being logical honey.” 

The blonde nodded and grunted, looking back out on the field. 

“That kid is already better than your average pro!” Someone in the stadium called out. 

It was met with the answer, “Well, what do you expect from the son of the number two hero?” 

Toshinori grabbed the railing, standing up, “He can’t keep doing this. He is barely affected by his full armed smash - come on Midoriya, just give up.” He mumbled. 

Keri stood and walked beside him, “And you think the person you picked is going to give up so easily? Would you?”

He looked down and sighed, “This isn’t a villain attack, Ree…” 

“No its not, but you did tell him to tell the world he’s here,” she looked to him, “I’m not saying this is your fault or anything, I’m just saying. This kid wants to prove to himself that he’s worthy of your power.” 

Sighing he kept looking at the arena as Shoto taunted his pupil, shooting another large-scale ice column toward the other boy. 

“TODOROKI USES ANOTHER POWERFUL ICE BLAST!! WILL THIS BE THE FINISHING MOVE!?” Mic screamed out. 

Just then - the ice shattered. 

“What!? No!” Keri hissed softly, “For the love of God.”

The crowd could tell Izuku was speaking to his opponent, but it twas mostly inaudible until, “You think you can beat me using half your strength!?” The boy clenched his fist, “COME AT ME WITH ALL YOU’VE GOT!” 

The close quarter combat began, and although Izuku was significantly hurt, Todoroki’s spirit was staring to falter. Patho knew that the outcome of this fight could change the game when it came to Shoto’s therapy from here on out. She just didn’t want it to come with such a high cost for Izuku, “DID YOU SEE THAT?!” Toshinori interrupted her thoughts. 

“A SOLID HIT BY YOUNG MIDORIYA!” 

“The kid hit Todoroki!” Someone shouted in the crowd. 

Looking across the stadium, Keri laid eyes on Enji. He was staring intently down at the ring. She didn’t even need her quirk to know that he must be absolutely furious. 

All Might clenched his fists as suddenly Cementos’ slow and even voice called out, “Midnight. Do you want me to step in? Midoriya knows Recovery Girl will heal his injuries after the match - he’s full of adrenaline right now, but those injuries are serious. He probably wouldn’t even be able to fight in his next match, even if she can heal him in one go. He’s sacrificing himself. At this rate, he might end up with permanent damage.” 

Keri’s hand flew to her boyfriend’s, her hand was trembling, “Cementos — Do something!” She called to him.

“I WANT TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO BE A HERO! AND I’LL GIVE IT MY ALL. JUST LIKE YOU SHOULD BE!” Izuku screamed to Todoroki after landing a head-butt to the boys torso, “There’s no way I can know what you’ve gone through. Or why you’re even here. Your life has been so much different than mine. But right now? STOP SCREWING AROUND. If you want to reject your father, fine. But you don’t have any right to be number one IF YOU WON’T USE YOUR FULL POWER!” He ran forward, charging up for another hit, “THATS WHY I’LL WIN THIS! THAT’S WHY I’LL SURPASS YOU!” 

The young duo-haired boy mumbled something. 

“ITS YOURS! NOT HIS! ITS YOUR QUIRK!” 

Keri squeezed Toshinori’s hand — and then a tornado of fire erupted from the boy in the ring, “Toshi!” 

“IS THAT!?” Mic screamed. 

“YEEEEESSSSS SHOTO!” The booming voice of Enji Todoroki came from the stands as he descended toward the stadium, “HAVE YOU FINALLY ACCEPTED YOUR PURPOSE!? VERY GOOD! THIS IS THE DAWN OF A NEW ERA FOR US! WITH MY BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS YOU WILL SURPASS ME, AND LIVE UP TO THE REASON I CREATED YOU!” 

“What a piece of trash - just wait until I get down there I’ll — ah!” 

Toshinori grabbed onto her waist as she tried to leave the teachers box, “Stop, Keri. You can’t take on Endeavor, and he is making enough of an ass of himself on his own. His power level isn’t the only reason he’s number 2. His popularity stinks.” 

“WELL - IT SEEMS LIKE ENDEAVOR CAME DOWN TO OFFER WORDS OF….. ENCOURAGEMENT? WHAT A DOTING FATHER…” 

 The display in front of everyone was mind-blowing to say the least. Not only was Izuku jumping and dodging with a speed and agility someone with his injuries shouldn’t sustain - but Shoto’s power was spectacular. He was a monstrosity of fire and ice, and it was beautiful and terrifying. 

“THATS IT MIDNIGHT!” Cementos shouted as he activated his quirk, “ONE OF THEM COULD BE KILLED!” 

As the two teens flew at one another with intent to be the best, several pillars of cement flew up between them - stopping them from hitting one another. Chaos ensued as the attacks blasted the cement to pieces, sending chunks of it flying with the sheer wind force they created. All Might pulled Keri into his side, using his lanky arm to shield her head from any debris, “Head down, sunflower!” He shouted. 

She clutched his suit jacket, making a soft noise of shock. 

 “WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED RIGHT NOW? WHAT IS UP WITH THESE STUDENTS?!” 

“The fire rapidly heated the cement around the ring, and then it rapidly cooled,” Aizawa commented dully over the intercom. 

“WAIT, THATS WHAT CAUSED THE EXPLOSION!? HOW HOT DID THAT FIRE GET!? I CANT EVEN SEE WHATS GOING ON DOWN THERE! IS THE MATCH EVEN STILL GOING?” 

The smoke started to clear, Keri pulled her face out of All Might’s chest long enough to blink out the form of Izuku, “Toshi — He’s hurt!” She choked out a gasp. 

“THATS IT — MIDORIYA IS OUT OF BOUNDS!” Midnight announced, “TODOROKI WINS! HE ADVANCES TO THE THIRD ROUND!” 

The crowd went wild with fanfare. 

She grabbed Toshinori’s hand and pulled him, “We’re going down there. NOW.” 

He nodded and held her hand in return, running with her down the steps toward Recovery Girl’s temporary office. Midoriya was on his way there on a stretcher, unconscious.

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“The bones in your right arm are shattered, I’m afraid it will never be the same going forward. I need to remove some bone fragments or they will get stuck in your joints. Then I can heal you afterward,” Recovery Girl shot a look to Toshinori and Keri, looking down with a sigh before she spoke again, “Toshinori, you lit a fire under this child and pushed him too hard. Look at what he’s done to make you proud. I don’t like it one bit. You’re going too far. You AND the boy. Don’t praise him for what he’s done today,” she pointed. 

“Chiyo,” Keri started before Ochaco and Tenya burst into the room.

“DEKU!” 

“Midoriya!!” 

All Might coughed and lurched forward before the kids noticed him, “You scared the crap out of me…” 

“Oh - hello, it’s nice to meet you,” Ururaka smiled a little at the lithe form of the man she did not recognize as the number one hero. 

Recovery Girl interrupted, “He is in no shape for visitors.”

“Hey guys… shouldn’t you be watching the matches?” 

“The ring was far too damaged. They’re taking a short break.” 

“That was the scariest thing I have ever seen,” Mineta commented as he walked in, “What hero is going to want a sidekick that hurts himself to win?” 

Keri spun on her heels, “Minoru!” 

Tsuyu hit him with her tongue, “Okay - now you’re just rubbing salt in his wounds. I don’t think now is the time.” 

“I’m just telling the truth!” 

Patho stood, "Minoru you and I will have a TALK about this when school is back in session."

“YOU ARE ALL MUCH TOO NOISY,” Recovery Girl said firmly as she approached the students, “I know you are all worried. But I’ve got to focus on surgery right now.” 

“SURGERY!?” The kids all called out at once. Slowly leaving as Recovery girl showed them out.

 Keri turned back to the boy and set her hand on his forehead gently, stroking his hair back as her body began to glow. She had to try and ease his mind and his pain. 

“I’m sorry,” Izuku groaned, “I couldn’t do what you asked of me… If I shut up, not said anything, I could have beaten him…” The boy’s eyes began to water as he looked up at his idol in shame. 

Keri’s eyes filled with tears as well as she kept sending calm energy into the boy, she looked up to All Might, seeing a very different side of the affect heroes can have on the kids they inspire. 

All Might turned back to him, “You made Todoroki realize something very important about himself today.” 

“I guess so… in his first match… he looked so sad. I was trying to figure out why, when I should have been focused. I made a huge mistake though. In our match I just was so frustrated - I couldn’t see the big picture, or what it would take to win — I’m s- sorry.” 

“Its true that the match didn’t go how we wanted it to, and realizing where you went wrong wont change that. But listen, meddling when you shouldn’t have to is the essence of being a hero.” 

Chiyo sighed and went to prepare the things for Izuku’s surgery, “You two need to wait outside. I have to get this done fast so he can get up and be able to walk. Out.”

Toshinori flashed a thumbs up at Deku and moved away, “I’ll be right here when she’s done, okay?” 

Keri sighed and kissed his forehead, “We both will be.”

  In the deserted hallway, with the echoing sound of Mic from the booth, Toshinori slid down against the wall and buried his face in his knees as he pulled them to his chest, “I did it again, I failed him again.” 

“Toshi,” she sighed and knelt beside him, facing him, “Come on now, don’t sulk.” 

The older man looked up at her, tears running down his cheeks, “I’m a terrible hero.” 

Rolling her eyes she pushed his bangs from his face and tucked them behind his ear, “You are not a terrible hero. You might be not that great of a teacher, but you are one hell of a hero. You need to be able to work with him one on one. You’re spending too much time out in the field still. That's why most of the faculty here don’t work that much as heroes, unless specifically needed.” 

“I’ve never been good at teaching - my master wasn’t either.” 

“Gran Torino?” She blinked. 

He shook his head, “No… Nana Shimura.” 

Her eyes widened, “Nana Shimura was your mentor?” She gasped, “Does that mean?” 

Nodding his head he tried to wipe his tears away, “She was the seventh holder of One for All. She passed it onto me when I was a quirkless teenager, like Izuku. But she wasn’t that good at teaching either, so she asked Gran Torino to help her… and then she died…” 

“Oh Toshi… I’m so sorry…” 

“No one knows this part of the story, Keri… they aren’t supposed to. Honestly, I shouldn’t have told you about One for All in the first place… I just… when I look at you I can’t help but want to tell you everything.” 

Sighing she nodded and gently wiped his cheeks, “How did she die?” 

“She was killed…” He took a deep breath, “I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you about my power… since you already know about it.”

She sat beside him and took his hand in hers, ready to listen to whatever he needed to say. 

“Once, long ago, two brothers were born - one quirkless, one with a quirk dubbed All for One. All for One could steal quirks from people to use for himself, or give them to others. The man can also stockpile quirks, he has so many of them - and no one knows what they are. His little brother thought it was horrific, so All for One gave his seemingly quirkless brother a quirk. Power Stockpiling - However, unbeknownst to either one of them, the younger brother already had a Quirk with no other power than that it could be transferred to another person. The transference Quirk and the power stockpiling Quirk merged into one and from then on became One For All,” he took a deep breath, “The younger brother somehow discovered this. He had a strong sense of justice and he tried to defeat All For One, but given the huge difference in their strength, he failed. The younger brother decided to entrust the Quirk to future generations of Heroes, hoping that they would cultivate One For All and one day put a stop to All For One.” 

“Toshi…” she whispered softly. 

“All for One, has lived all of these years trying to take over the underworld and then make himself lord over our society, he has also been trying to steal One for All as soon as he learned about it, but he has failed every time,” his eyes welled with tears, “He found me when I was eighteen. Nana threw herself into the way, pushing me aside and into Gran Torino’s arms so I could be taken to safety… as she sacrificed herself… for me.” 

The woman stood on her knees and hugged her arms around the tall blonde’s body as he cried. The two of them cried together there in the hallway for a few minutes before she whispered, “Is that what happened… to you… five years ago?” 

He nodded gently, “I won that fight but…” 

“But what, sweetheart?” 

“I think he’s still out there. That Nomu from the USJ attack… he had multiple quirks. He was some kind of Frankenstein’s monster. And there’s only one person capable of that to my knowledge. And he can’t get his hands on Midoriya.” 

She nodded and rubbed his back, “You need to save that issue for another day, Toshinori. I know its real bad if it’s true, but… right now you need to focus on being strong for that boy in there, and all the other kids who look to you as a mentor, and be your best for them.” 

Looking over to her, he looked into her blue eyes, her forehead glowing with pink light. He tried to memorize everything about her face as the fear crept into his heart that maybe Gran Torino was right. It was reckless to fall in love. Until he knew for sure about All for One - how could he distract himself with romance? How could he bring her knowingly into danger. He would have to talk to his mentor face to face. 

For now, he just leaned forward and kissed her, sighing as he leaned into her embrace. She stroked his hair back and when she pulled away, she gingerly used her sleeve to wipe the tears from his face, “There…” 

He gave a small smile and kissed her again, until they heard a voice clear behind them, “You can come back in now.” 

Flushing, Toshinori stood and held out his hands for his girlfriend to help her up, “Coming… sorry.” 

Following her inside the room, she walked over to Izuku, starting to dress and kiss his wounds, “There… that should be enough that you can walk - but take it easy, do you hear me?” 

“Thank you ma’am - ah…” the boy looked down at his right hand, which was scarred and a little crooked. 

Recovery girl sighed, “May your crooked right hand be a reminder for what is at stake if you use more power than your body can withstand, and just so you know. I will NOT heal injuries like this ANYMORE,” she seemed like she was finished until she turned, “You must find a new way to teach him to use his power. There must be a way that is not so destructive.” 

The three of them went to leave the nurse’s office when she called out, “Patho, would you stay behind a moment?” 

She shot a look to Toshi and a small smile as she turned back, “Of course.”

  Once the boys were on their way back to the festival, Chiyo sighed, “Keri… this can’t go on like this. He can’t be so flippant in teaching that boy.” 

She steeled herself, “He knows, Chiyo.” 

“Its not enough for him to know!” She huffed, “He needs to DO something about it!” 

“And what am I supposed to do?” Keri threw her hands up, “I’m not his keeper. Dating someone for two weeks doesn’t make me some kind of All Might whisperer.” 

“Oh please, you have had him tied around your finger since he met you, don’t you understand that? He looks to you. I know you have been hands off with Izuku because you’re trying to let Toshinori handle it, but he’s not handling it. The poor man didn’t even have any parents.” 

“What…?” She knit her brows together. 

Chiyo sighed, “Toshinori didn’t have any parents growing up. And he was quirkless. I’ve seen his medical records. He used to get bullied by kids with quirks and they’d hurt him so bad he’d end up in the hospital. He’s never been married, he’s had no one to really look after him since he returned from America all those years ago. Until now.” 

“So what do you want me to do? Be his pseudo mom?” She scoffed.

“Oh knock it off, Keri,” she scolded, “You need to help him with Izuku. Help him figure it out, help him put the pieces together. Help Izuku with more counseling, they both have the world on their shoulders.” 

“And you want me to be Atlas.” 

The older woman took a deep breath, “You’re the only one strong enough to be, I think.” 

Keri nodded, “I understand… and I’m sorry for all the trouble this is causing you.” 

She nodded, “Everything will be alright in time, I know that to be true, but right now… he needs to focus. Both of them do. And so do you.” 

“I understand…” 

“Off with you now…” she sighed, “I need to clean up in here before someone else needs some first aid.” 

“I’ll see you later, Chiyo.” 

“I honestly hope you don’t,” she looked up and smiled a little. 

Keri smiled back and headed out toward the stands as well.

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“AND NOW THE FINAL MATCHUP - SHOTO TODOROKI AND KATSUKI BAKUGO!  THIS IS GOING TO BE LEGENDARY GUYS!”

“And the crowd goes wild, right?” Keri smiled as she walked up behind All Might.

Turning with a surprise he smiled a little, “Hey - everything alright?” 

She nodded, “Chiyo needed to scold me for not being a better help for you and Izuku.” 

“What?! That’s absurd - you're not responsible for my failings.” 

“No, but… I do need to be more involved for you, she’s right. I’ve been letting counseling with Izuku fall to the wayside because I have been letting you handle it. But I need to change that… Tenya?” 

“Huh?” All Might turned and saw what Keri had seen, Tenya Ida running down the hall to the locker rooms, “Whats that about?”

“I’ll go find out.” 

“I’ll come with you.” 

“No,” she put her hands up, “No, you have important All Might stuff to do for the end of the festival. This is a guidance counselor situation, I can feel it.” 

“You’re going to be back… to watch me do All Might stuff… right?” 

She smiled, “Of course,” with that she turned and started to jog after where Ida had gone.

 Turning into the locker room she knocked, “Tenya! Are you in there? Is everything alright?” 

The tall young man came out, dressed in his normal clothes, “Miss Chairo…” he looked like he was crying, “I have to go. It’s a family emergency.” 

“Oh no, Tenya what’s happened.” 

“A… a villain, got my older brother. He’s in the hospital.” 

The woman put her hand on his arm, “Oh Tenya, I’m so sorry. Tensei is such a nice man… do you know anything?” 

He shook his head, “My mom just called… they want me to come home right away, he’s in the hospital in emergency surgery now. That villain is going to pay…” 

She knit her brows together, “Now, Tenya, you listen to me. You are to stick to the rules, and you are to leave this to the professionals,” taking out a small notepad from her pocket she scrawled down her cell phone, “This is my cellphone number. Anything you need, you just call me, okay?” 

He nodded, steeling himself as he took it, “Thank you Miss Chairo.” 

She nodded, “I’ll go tell Midnight you had to leave.” 

“Thank you again…” 

“And I mean it, Tenya. You call me. For anything.” 

He nodded and turned, picking up his bag as he made his way out of the stadium.

The woman ran as fast as she could down onto the field, pulling at Nemuri’s arm as Todoroki and Bakugo fought one another, “Patho?” 

“Nemuri- we need to talk.” 

“Whats up?” She turned briefly. 

“Ingenium has been attacked by a villain. He’s in critical condition in the hospital, Tenya has been called home to be with his family, he had to leave immediately.” 

Nodding she put her hand on Patho’s shoulder, “Understood, thank you, Keri.” 

Turning her head - she saw him walk in - All Might, in all his glory. She smiled a little at him as she stood there with Midnight. He grinned brightly and winked at her, “I see you made it in time, Patho.” 

Sighing she smiled, “I wouldn’t miss a chance to see All Might in a million years.” 

“HOWITZER…. IMPACT!!!!!” Bakugo’s blast vibrated the whole stadium and the explosion caused many to shield their eyes. 

“WOW! BAKUGO COMBINED SPEED AND POWER TO TURN HIMSELF INTO A HUMAN MISSILE! BUT WE DIDN’T SEE TODOROKI FIRE UP THAT AWESOME POWER WE SAW IN HIS FIGHT AGAINST MIDORIYA - SO WHAT HAS BECOME OF OUR TWO TOP COMPETITORS?!” 

“Oh god…” Keri cupped her mouth as the dust cleared, and she saw Shoto unconscious in the pile of his own ice. Whatever strength he had gotten before to use his full potential, he’d backtracked. She knew this would be bad for Katsuki. 

“What!? You decided not to use your fire!? NO!” The ash blonde limped to where Shoto lay passed out, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt. 

“Young Bakugo…” All Might whispered. 

“HEY! YOU! STOP MESSING AROUND! THIS ISN’T A REAL WIN FOR ME IF YOU DON’T TRY HARDER! YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME! GET UP!” 

Midnight lifted her sleeve, releasing the pheromones that lay underneath. Katsuki soon slumped to the floor. Keri went to run to him - but All Might held her back once again.

“Todoroki is out of bounds, that means BAKUGO IS THE WINNER!” 

“AAAAAND WITH THAT THE FINAL MATCH IS OFFICIALLY OVER! THE FIRST YEAR CHAMPION OF THE UA SPORTS CHAMPION IS KATSUKI BAKUGO OF CLASS 1-A!!!” 

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“NO! Absolutely not! This is despicable!” The guidance counselor shrieked at Nezu and Cementos as they secured the muzzle to Bakugo’s face. The boy was chained like a criminal as he screamed in vain and wrestled with his bindings, “YOU LET HIM OUT OF THIS NOW!” 

“Miss Chairo. Katsuki is out of control and he refuses to calm down.” 

“THIS,��� she motioned, “Is not the way to handle it! He is upset! If you would only give me a few more minutes with him!” 

“NO. Miss Chairo. Do not make me say it again. You are dismissed.” 

Her mouth hung dumbfounded as she shot at look to Katsuki, he was staring at her with such intensity, almost pleading for her help. She grunted, “This is not the last time we will have a talk about this, SIR,” she practically spat and walked back into the stands, fuming. 

 “Keri- please, you need to calm down,” All Might tried to reason with her.

“THEY MUZZLED HIM LIKE A DOG! DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! THIS IS AN ETHICAL VIOLATION! AND YOU’RE GOING TO GO ALONG WITH IT!?” 

All Might frowned and leaned in, pulling her close by her arm in his large form, “Please sweetheart— please, for me, for the kids… please calm down.”

She grunted, “I’m not going to take this laying down.” 

He smiled and kissed her softly, “I know you’re not baby, that’s why you’re the best person for this job. And I want you to fight it. But right now, its happening whether we want it to or not,” kissing her again - neither of them noticed the man standing in the hallway - a camera protruding from his chest as he took a candid shot of the two heroes sharing a gentle kiss. 

Waving the Polaroid he smirked, walking away.

All Might sighed and smiled, “Time to be,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “Mister number one.” 

Keri ended up smiling a little at that, hitting his broad chest, “Knock em dead, sweetheart.” 

He smirked and ran off to where his mark was.

  “THE FIRST YEAR STUDENTS HAVE COMPLETED ALL OF THE EVENTS OF THE UA SPORTS FESTIVAL, NOW ITS TIME TO RELAX AND ENJOY THE AWARDS CEREMONY!” 

The platform raised and Bakugo was screaming. Keri steeled herself. He looked like a wild animal in a cage.

“Tenya Ida actually shares then third place spot with Tokoyami. Unfortunately he had to leave for family reasons - gotta love those familial bonds,” Midnight explained to the paparazzi, “AND NOW, its time for the hardware… and the only person worthy to hand out the awards is…"

The podium began to raise from the highest part of the rafters, “HA HA HA HA!!!” All Might called out, his theme song blaring on the intercom, “CITIZEN’S I AM HERE! FOR THE—“ 

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN A BONIFIDE HERO!” She accidentally cut him off as he landed dramatically in the stadium, “I… ruined that didn’t I.” 

Keri put her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. 

“WELL ALL MIGHT! Now that you’re here! Why don’t you start the presentation!” 

 Walking over to Tokoyami, he picked up one of the two bronze medals, “HA HA, YOUNG TOKOYAMI, CONGRATULATIONS, YOU SHOWED GREAT STRENGTH OUT THERE.”

“Your words humble me, sir.” 

“However!” The man moved in to hug the young teen, "You have to do more training if you’re going to face different kinds of villains. You’re not going to be able to rely on your quirk with every villain you face.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“YOUNG TODOROKI. Congratulations. I’m assuming there is a reason you didn’t use your left side. Though it cost you the final.” 

“Midoriya opened my eyes during out match, but then I started doubting myself in the end. I think I understand a little about why you’re so interested in him… I want to be the kind of hero you are, but my path isnt as clear as I thought it was. I have a lot of things to think about. And I have to take care of some things with someone, very soon.” 

“I’ve never seen this look on your face before,” All Might moved to hug Todoroki as well, “I wont ask for details, but trust yourself. I’m sure you’ll work things out.” 

“Right.” He sighed.

Keri smiled a little and sighed as he walked up to Bakugo. 

“YOUNG BAKUGO - well… this is a little much,” he said as he went to remove the muzzle. Keri smiled, grateful that in a small way he was honoring her wishes, “Well, you did what you said you would do in the pledge. You’re true to your word.”

“ALL MIGHT…” His low voice was like venom, “Winning first place like this… I WON’T ACCEPT IT!!! EVEN IF EVERYONE CONSIDERS ME THE WINNER!” 

“In a world where we’re constantly being compared to one another, there are very few who can keep their eyes focused on the top spot.  You’re one of those people,” he paused and Bakugo remained seething, “Please accept this medal. Even if you think of it as a scar. Something you’ll never forget.” 

“I DON’T WANT THAT PIECE OF GARBAGE!” 

“Come on now…” 

“GET THAT TRASH OFF OF ME!!!!!” 

He ended up with it in his mouth.

“HERE THEY ARE! THE WINNERS OF THIS YEARS SPORTS FESTIVAL! BUT LISTEN CLOSELY, ANY OF YOU FIRST YEARS COULD HAVE ENDED UP ON THIS PODIUM. THINK ABOUT TODAY, YOU’VE CHALLENGED EACH OTHER, LEARNED, AND CLIMBED THAT MUCH FURTHER TO BECOMING PROS! I THINK THE NEXT GENERATION OF HEROES IS GOING TO BE THE BEST YET!” He punctuated it with a point of his finger to the sky. 

“SO I HAVE ONE MORE THING TO SAY - I WANT YOU ALL TO SAY IT WITH ME! UA…. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR YOUR HARD WORK —“ 

As the rest of the whole stadium screamed, “PLUS ULTRA — “

The booing that ensued from people screaming why didnt All Might use this perfect opportunity to use his catch phrase. The man shrank on the spot and did his best to try and apologize, as he waved and walked off the field he groaned, “That was awful.” 

 Keri ran over to him, and grabbed his arm, “Hey - thank you.” 

“For what?” He turned to look down at her.

The look she gave him was nothing short of adoration, “Taking Katsuki’s mask off.”

“Well… you were upset. And it was really a lot.” 

“You’re my hero, Toshinori Yagi,” she smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly, “Thank you so much for being so wonderful.” 

“Okay, okay… the classes will be assembling to give the announcement that the next two days are free days…” 

She nodded, “I want to take a trip to Hosu.” 

“For young Ida?” 

Keri nodded again, “Yes… you should come with me.” 

He nodded, “Okay, Sunflower.” 

She nodded again and yawned softly. 

“You know what we should do tonight?” He gave a smile and winked when she looked back at him, “We should spend the next two days hunkered down at home and doing all kinds of domestic things together.” 

Chuckling gently, “Toshinori, are you suggesting we play house?” 

He nodded and smiled brightly, “Thats exactly what I am suggesting,” She laughed gently, and after a few moments he smirked, “Well…? Whats your answer?” 

She blushed and giggled, “I accept.”