#Izuochaweek

[jellojolteon]

Izuocha Week 2024 Day 1: Marching Line/Take Flight

[izuochaweek]

🌾🎋Welcome to Izuocha Week 2022🎋🌾

Izuocha Week is the seven-day-long event celebrating Midoriya Izuku and Uraraka Ochako of My Hero Academia! In addition to the regular ship week, there will also be a special, optional event celebrating White Day!

Izuocha Week is the seven-day-long event celebrating Midoriya Izuku and Uraraka Ochako of My Hero Academia! In addition to the regular ship week, there will also be a special, optional event celebrating White Day!

This will be our SIXTH iteration of the event, and we simply cannot believe it’s been so long— the mod team are more in love with the series than ever, so we’re very excited to announce this year’s prompts! We sincerely hope y’all are ready to come together and celebrate this sweet relationship, whether it be romantic or platonic!

💫🍙April 9th-15th, with a special (optional) Bonus Day on March 14th🍙💫

Prompt List: 

Day 1: Holding On/Letting Go

Day 2: Monochrome/Kaleidoscopic

Day 3: Lyrical/Soul

Day 4: Shelter/Storm

Day 5: Stasis/Metamorphosis

Day 6: Luna/Aurora

Day 7: Pale/ Diamond

💫Bonus Day (March 14th): Locked Away/Skeleton Keys

Remember, you can interpret these prompts however you’d like! They’re here to inspire creativity. It’s also not a requirement to use them, either, so if you come up with something fun and unique, please, submit it to us! 

PLEASE TAG ALL OF YOUR WORK WITH #IzuochaWeek2023!!

Make sure this tag is within the first five tags so we can find it! If for whatever reason your work is not appearing in the tags, feel free to submit or message us the link to your post, so we can queue and reblog it! 

If this is your first time participating, or you need a refresher, please read through our rules and guidelines for this event HERE! These are important, so make sure you’re familiar with the do’s and don’ts. 

This year’s Banner is made by the lovely @vixensheart

🌾🎋 It would be an honor to have everyone participate, and spread the joy throughout our close-knit community! 🌾🎋

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[legofanguy]

Izuocha: Time to fly

This My Hero Academia AU is a entry for @izuochaweek event day 1 Taking Flight. This AU is set during the days of the Wright Brothers, the inventors of the first airplane.

Izuku get the Wright Brothers model plane out of the barn. He hope the brothers wouldn't mind if he take the model out for a test, since it seen finished.

Izuku glide in the air for a few minutes before he landed, which was a bit bumpy. Izuku think to himself, 'I think I leave a note to the brothers to make a landing gear.' before he noticed a brown hair young woman in a pink dress whose was watching him and Izuku, "Oh, hello there." The woman said to him, "Hello. That was quite unique." and Izuku reply to her, "Thanks. This is made by the Wright Brothers by the way. I was only testing them." The woman said, "Oh, you worked with the Wright Brothers. I read about them in the newspaper, so I come to see their flying machine." Izuku said to her, "Well, I think one of them plan to named them airplane." and he introduced himself to her, "My name is Izuku." which the woman reply to introduced herself, "My name is Ochaco."

Both Izuku and Ochaco glide on the model plane and the young woman was amazed of being in the air.

[legofanguy1999]

Izuocha: Marching

This is a entry for @izuochaweek event day 1 Marching Line.

The high school is having a parade celebrating the formation of the country.

Izuku and Ochaco get in the marching band, next to each other, which made both a bit nervous.

[its-f4nf4n-again]

Things We Carry

Ochaco and Izuku don't talk about certain things. But just because you ignore something doesn't mean it isn't there.

AO3 Link Here Word Count:  1433 Rated T; written for @izuochaweek Bonus Day Prompts "Locked Away/Skeleton Keys" .

It starts with something small.

Ochaco finds an old photograph from her childhood. It’s nothing special—just her parents with a chubby toddler between them.  Little Ochaco beams, something vaguely jam-like smeared on one cheek and her stubby fingers, across the front of her father’s shirt.

The Urarakas are smiling.  Laughing.

Looking at the photograph, Ochaco recalls the sweet and tangy jelly on her tongue, the saltiness of the stale crackers she ate it with.  The way her mother and father let her take the whole sleeve, eating nothing themselves.

Her parents don’t regret going hungry so their daughter could eat, not that day and not any other when it was necessary, but the picture awakens something nearly forgotten in Ochaco’s memory; bare cupboards and plain rice for dinner.  Her mother smiling as Ochaco ate her breakfast before classes, saying she’d already had her own to drown out the sound of her stomach growling.  Her father cheerfully calling that he’d pick up breakfast on his way to work.

The sting of tears is unexpected, out of place in contrast to the picture as she slides it into a frame and sets it on the shelf where she and Izuku have decided to keep such things.  It’s a little crowded, but they both like the chaos of it—mismatched frames tipped at odd angles in order to fit between the others.  Mostly, they’ve collected pictures of themselves, their friends.  In and out of their Hero costumes, at UA and even a couple of impromptu celebrations when someone was promoted from intern to sidekick after graduation.

A few family photos have slipped in as well and Ochaco adds the jelly picture wherever she can slot it in, which just happens to be right next to a photo of Izuku and his mother together.  Her eyes flick to the out of place hand in the center.  It’s almost floating, not attached to anything but the dated shoulder pad of Inko’s blazer.

Ochaco bites her lip, knowing what she is about to do is probably not warranted.  Still, she’s curious—always has been—and so she carefully picks the frame out of the messy grouping and turns it over in her hands.

The two Midoriyas she knows so well smile widely back at her, Izuku’s chin tipped up in that child-like way so many kids do when they look at a camera.  He can’t be more than three.

She chuckles, running the pads of her fingers over the glass lovingly before she turns it over and unclasps the paperboard backing so she can pull it free.

She doesn’t even have to take the picture out of the frame to find what she’s looking for.  Because Hisashi Midoriya stares at Ochaco from the interior of the frame.  She isn’t sure exactly what she expected—Izuku looks so much like his mother already, it’s not as if she wondered where his green hair or eyes or easily reddened expression came from.

She is surprised to find that Izuku inherited his freckles from his father, though.  She’s even more surprised that Hisashi looks so happy.  Content, even.  She always expected him to be frowning.

Izuku never talks about his father.  His absence is a hole in his chest he will never quite fill.  One he knows Inko carries with her, too, though hers is wider, deeper than his could ever be.

So he tries to be the best son he can, though he knows he’s fallen woefully short on several occasions.  He bent the photograph back years ago, before he moved into his first real apartment on his own.  There was no reason for it, really.  Doing so, in fact, made it that much harder to find a frame to fit what remained visible of the original picture.

Inko noticed.  Of course she did.  The first time she visited that cramped little efficiency, her eyes wet with happy tears, Izuku heard the faint, “Oh,” of surprise when she found it.  Picked it up carefully, much as Ochaco does now, ran her fingers over the glass in precisely the same way.

It’s funny how some things are instinctual.

“I don’t remember much about him.”

Ochaco jumps when Izuku appears suddenly behind her and she fumbles the picture, only managing to save it from a terrible, shattered-glass fate by slapping her fingers to the frame so it spins harmlessly through the air.

Izuku catches it, pulls the photo free of the frame as Ochaco releases her Quirk.

“S-sorry!” she says, eyes squeezing closed in shame, fists curled against her chest.  “I shouldn’t have—”

“It’s okay,” Izuku says softly, “I would be curious, too.”

He doesn’t see much of himself in his father, but he thinks that’s probably because he doesn’t want to.  Doesn’t want to admit he carries the traits of a man who so easily left his family behind.  His analytical mind, though, can trace the lineage easily—the cut of the jaw, the sharp slope of the shoulders, the freckles dusted everywhere.  Even the shape of his uncrooked fingers mirror the man he tries to pretend does not exist.

Inko is his mother.  The person who raised him, championed him.  The one who protected him to the best of her ability.

The rest is irrelevant.

“You never talk about it.”

Izuku flicks his gaze up to meet Ochaco’s.  Her cheeks are still flushed in embarrassment, bottom lip trapped tightly between her teeth.

He shrugs, replacing the picture and the paperboard over his father’s smiling face.  “There isn’t much to say,” he says, “He left to make money for us.  He never came back.”

There’s much more to say, of course, but opening wounds means you must be prepared to live with the scars.  And Izuku is not sure he is ready, yet, to tear those sutures away, poke around at the gooey insides until he finds the part that hurts most so he can press against it like the exposed nerve of a rotting tooth.

His eyes stray to the new addition to the picture shelf—the smiling Urarakas.  A similar expression tugs at the corners of his mouth—unbidden, automatic.  Ochaco’s parents embraced him immediately when she introduced them, their warmth a balm against all his anxious uncertainty.

“They look really happy, right?”

The question surprises him.  Of course they look happy, they always do.  But when Izuku turns, Ochaco’s brow is pinched strangely together, her eyes as wet at his mother’s when he told her they were moving in together six months ago.

“They were always so good at hiding it,” she whispers.

“Hiding what?” he asks, though he thinks he already knows the answer; it’s written in the way Ochaco still sometimes hoards non-perishables, the militance of her monthly budget.  He remembers her simple room at UA, her outdated cellphone.

Ochaco doesn’t answer his question, knowing he won’t push her if she makes it clear she no longer wants to pursue the top.  Instead, she wipes her palms against the corners of her eyes and says, “I’m really glad I can help them so much, now.”

Izuku swallows down what he wants to say—the impulse to offer reassurances that she will never have to worry about money again.  Not with her job.  Not with him.

It sounds too much like the last letter his father sent before he stopped writing at all.

Instead, Izuku thinks of his mother.  Of the Urarakas.  Their similarities—the warmth and love that flows so easily from them.  Ochaco thinks of it, too, the tight hug Inko dragged her into when Izuku introduced her as his girlfriend—the tears that soaked her hair.

Izuku opens his arms and Ochaco dives in, tucking her face against his neck.  She feels the soft thrum of his pulse against her cheek and he smells the honey almond scent of the shampoo she keeps at the Agency so she can shower before she comes home.

“What should we do for dinner?” he asks, “Anything you want.”

Ochaco pulls only far enough away so she can kiss his chin, smiling when his face stains crimson all the way to his hairline.  A hairline she now knows he inherited from a man she will probably never meet.

“I don’t care,” she says, “as long as I don’t have to cook it.”

Izuku laughs.  “Katsudon it is, then.”

Ochaco laughs, too, the sound bright and hopeful as they make their way toward the kitchen, knowing they will both go to bed with full bellies, wrapped in arms loving arms that will always be there when they need them.

[bnhafandomesp]

Eventos de esta semana (10-16 abril):

IzuOcha Week 2023 (9-15) @izuochaweek​

BNHA Week -Reto de escritura- (10-16) https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=151370407799764

Bottom BakuBowl Week (15-20) https://twitter.com/HBDDynamight_

My Hero Bacchanalia (16-22) https://twitter.com/MHBacchanalia

Todo el mes: Feliz cumpleaños Kacchan https://twitter.com/Eventos_PyE

~~~~ El calendario completo, con vínculos a los eventos, lo pueden revisar acá:  http://bit.ly/2YDKqPm Y los prompts traducidos de cada evento, acá: https://bit.ly/3aaELq1

[mysti-eris]

Izuocha Week Day 1: Unstoppable/ Perfect Union 

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[crankybeetle]

Izuocha week day 6: wander/adventure

I've always found hikes to be wandering adventures.

[biglines]

Day 1 :

UNSTOPPABLE/PERFECT UNION.

Hey, it's been a while. Maybe I'm kinda rusty.

But glad to be back.

[dreamydoodles510]

Though my otp is Kacchako, I used to ship Izuocha so here’s my first Izuocha Week Post of 2021!! 🍀🍡

I chose to do perfect union but I guess unstoppable also goes well with this??

[angelee0426]

Day 1: Unstoppable

Scenario: Uravity sacrificed herself to protect Deku from a fatal attack he was blinded to see in time, but she smiles knowing that she was able to save her No. 1 Hero

[jellojolteon]

Izuocha week 2024 Day 2: Star-catcher/Oracle

Wizard apprentice Izuku accidentally summons a star spirit and does not know how to put her back.

[legofanguy]

Izuocha: riding a bike

This is a entry for @izuochaweek event day 6 cycle.

Izuku is riding a bike on the nature trail, with Ochako sitting behind him as she said, "It's nice that you taking me on a bike ride, Deku." The green hair boy said, "Yeah, the weather is nice."

Ochako use her powers to lift herself and Izuku's bike up in the sky, and he feel himself in a scene of a beloved American film.

[legofanguy1999]

Izuocha: Pale

This is a entry for @izuochaweek event day 4 pale.

As he get Ochaco out of the water, Izuku got worried when he see her skin has turn and he quickly worked to give her CPR with a little help from his quirk. After awhie, Ochaco gasp for air while coughing out the water as Izuku cry that it works.

[imbeccable-writes]

Unity

Summary: Midoriya and Uraraka exist on a whole different plane of existence when they're on a mission together, whether that be beating a villain, rescuing civilians, or simply making dinner after a hard day's work. And Tenya is just so happy that they have each other. To him, it's the least of what they deserve.

Izuocha Week 2021 Day 1: Unstoppable/Perfect Union

Watching Midoriya and Uraraka interact was an act of wonder, Tenya thought.

He wondered if they saw it, if they knew how they acted around each other. If they knew how in-sync they were, orbiting around each other in perfect unity. Tenya doubted it. Both of them were incredibly intelligent, both academically and emotionally, but when it came to themselves and their relationships, they stumbled about like newborn fawns. Tenya still remembers way back in first year how Midoriya would need constant validation about his friends’ platonic love for him, even if he never outright asked for it.

And while Tenya himself didn’t exactly have any room to talk (social interactions weren’t exactly… his forte), he knew he wasn’t the only one to see it.

Their classmates would comment on it whenever Midoriya and Uraraka were teamed up together for heroics class, whether in pairs or in groups. Everyone watching would either tease (Ashido or Kaminari) or compliment (Yaoyorozu or Todoroki) how well the two worked together. Tenya would never say it to their faces, only because he knew their fragile constitutions wouldn’t hold up against it, but they acted like a real Hero Duo on the field, like true partners facing off against a great enemy.

It was truly awe-inspiring. Tenya worked well with Midoriya and Uraraka, but he didn’t think he’d ever achieve with them what they had with each other. In ways, he’s a little jealous of it, that unyielding, unbreakable trust in one another, being so sure that the other is there at your back or by your side. Much in the way a romantic might yearn for a soulmate, Tenya hoped he could find someone (or someones) he could trust so implicitly.

Yes, it was truly inspiring, what they had.

… And, because he was only human and even he knew of the implications of that type of relationship, Tenya, too, found it incredibly cute and romantic.

Take now, as an example.

It is late. Tenya, Midoriya, and Uraraka have all returned back to their dorms, coincidentally arriving home from their work-studies at the same time. As such, they decided to make a quick dinner together to speed up the process and head to bed.

Tenya will be the first to acknowledge he is not exactly… adept in the art of cooking. He is from a wealthy legacy family, and as such, before the dorm system in U.A. was set up, had never needed to cook his own meals before. Over the last two-and-a-half years he’s definitely improved, but he’s honestly only upgraded from being a Kitchen Hazard to Well, At Least It’s Edible (courtesy of Ashido, which isn’t that fair, considering she herself is still labeled Kitchen Hazard (courtesy of Bakugou)). He does his fair share, however, but Midoriya and Uraraka (the fourth and second place holders of the class-proclaimed Best Cooks list that they all created (and have since updated) in first year), they take control of the kitchen since they have it to themselves.

Midoriya is an incredible sous-chef, a skill he explains came from helping his mother cook throughout his childhood. Uraraka is a heavenly chef, an adverb she would most certainly deny, because the late and long shifts her parents needed to take often meant she needed to fend for herself. She said developing that skill meant she could take a little stress off her parents’ shoulders whenever they came home late and were greeted with a warm dinner.

(His friends are so incredible, he adores them with all his heart).

With these combined facts, including their supernatural teamwork, Tenya has no doubt they’ll put together an absolutely delicious spread. He only hopes he won’t get in the way much, as he tries to lighten their load.

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