#Monoma learns how to THROW PUNCHES

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Monoma and Tsunotori's 2nd Hero Work Study

I was revisiting old Monoma content, and I saw this painful panel:

TELL US WHO THEY INTERNED UNDER!!! THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME!!!

Though on the bright side, this leaves us with room to theorize. Having Monoma and Pony together is a hard thing to work around, but out of fanaticism I think I may have found a possible pro hero- Gunhead.

From Monoma's perspective, Gunhead helps him with his physical weakpoints. Monoma has a insanely low power stat of 1/5 and 1/6 in the Ultra Archive and Analysis books. Seeing how Gunhead was able to assist Uraraka with the same issue by teaching her Gunhead Martial Arts, I can absolutely see him doing the same with Monoma. (Though Monoma would have a rougher learning experience without a quirk to strengthen his technique) Think of the silly Horikoshi sketch of him and Uraraka. You can't tell me he didn't get recommendations/overhear her during his daily digging up dirt on 1-A sessions.

From Tsunotori's perspective, we can see in the Joint Training arc that her quirk is better suited for mobility. Her horns seemed to be fragile during her fight with Shoji, and it's reasonable to assume that she'd get restrained/run out of horns eventually against a trained strength-type quirk user unless she's able to catch them off guard. Gunhead's Gatling quirk allows him to create claws out of keratin to shoot off, just like Tsunotori's horns. He'd be able to connect with Tsunotori and tell her what he learnt from the pros and cons of his. It's the perfect mentor-mentee relationship!

Please more Monoma and Tsunotori content. I'd do anything for a spin-off where these two develop violent tendencies.

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Just to make sure, is the Brass Knuckles AU the name for the AU where Izuku finds and is trained by Knuckleduster? If yes, so we know how Aizawa and Bakugou feels about making it into the Hero Course while Quirkless, but how will Aldera Faculty and Izuku's other bullies, the HPSC, heroes in general, Shinsou and the rest of the General Course, and the other Hero Students feel about it? Crawler and Pop Step would probably be proud of their kohai though.

Yup! That's the Brass Knuckles AU!

So I never actually specified when Midoriya tracked down Knuckleduster. Given the circumstances, it could've been any time. We'll say it's his first year at Aldera Junior High. Halfway through that year, someone starts some shit and he flips them. Everyone is terrified. Bakugou sees this as a personal attack. "I don't need a Quirk to win," is how he takes it. Bakugou tries to double down, but that's less effective when everyone else wants to stay the hell away from the feral kid filled with spite and capable of throwing someone across a room.

The Aldera staff are terrified, but are hoping that if they don't start shit, Midoriya won't think it's worth it to start any shit. They're wrong. Midoriya's simply biding his time.

Since it's pretty clear that Midoriya wants to go Underground, given his tactics, the Underground Hero Circuit loves him. There are Limelight Pros who support him, but feel like there isn't much they could do to personally help him, but most other Heroes are ambivalent. Except Endeavor, who is rethinking his life choices about strong Quirks as this feral child continues decimating his way though school.

The HPSC is absolutely scared of this green bean who fights like that vigilante who used to be one of their Heroes and clearly is not willing to take any shit, because they know they day he finds out about half of what they're up to is the day he kicks their teeth in. But they can't do anything because by the time they've noticed, it's the UA Sports Festival and he was introduced as Nedzu's personal student. And the only thing scarier than an angry Knuckleduster student is an angry Nedzu.

Shinsou makes his declaration of war. Midoriya calls him a little bitch and points out that if he could pass without a Quirk, then maybe the problem was Shinsou. This actually rattles Shinsou enough that he puts in some effort for physical training before the Sports Festival. That being said, two weeks of self-directed training is much worse that what Midoriya went through, and Shinsou gets absolutely creamed in their fight. But Midoriya respects the effort and they do become friends afterwards. Midoriya is also a personal hero to many kids in General Studies. He's Hatsume's first client at UA, and she loves him for that alone.

Technically he should be in 1-B because Vlad King gets the students like Monoma who need to know how to fight Quirkless to function. But putting him in 1-A is the kind of chaos Nedzu would love, so... Midoriya is a bit more reserved and much more pragmatic in this AU, but he's still very nice and quickly makes friends with the rest of Class 1-A, partly because he's so nice, partly because he absolutely curb-stomped Bakugou, blew him up with his own gauntlets, and KO'd him in one punch on the first day battle trials, and they all went, "I gotta learn how he did that!"

Class 1-B had no idea of who he was until the Sports Festival. They are now all on Monoma Duty for fear he'll say something that will finally get Midoriya to snap and kill them all. Midoriya thinks 1-B would be great friends but they always seem to be leaving whenever he sees them.

Crawler and Pop Step are in a comedy of errors where they're trying to hide that they're vigilantes from Midoriya because they're afraid it might hurt his chances of getting into UA and are trying their best to give him plausible deniability. They're also very bad at it. They are so proud of Midoriya, and give him such unwavering support.

Midoriya: *Bites a Villain* Crawler, Pop Step: "Our boy!" :D

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Anger issues w/ Dabi, Bakugou and Aizawa

Request: I’m the type of person who doesn’t get angry very easily but when I do I’m really scary and people back off. Can I request Dabi, Bakugou and either Shiggy or Aizawa with a girlfriend who is just like that and the first time they see her angry they are so confused like how did their quiet s/o turn into the devil. Thank you. 

Lmao I’m like that as well. Big mood. People underestimate me and think they can walk all over me just because I’m polite. Bitch nah imma stab you in your sleep in 2-3 business days. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: cursing, some violence, threats *creative ones as well*

Dabi/Touya Todoroki 

-Baby was the equivalent of the pikachu meme. 

-You were both chillin at his place watching TV.

-Actually he was laying down, head in your lap as he played Among us on his phone while you changed channels in an attempt to find something interesting to watch. 

-As you were mindlessly zapping through the channels you stumbled upon an interview with none other than the number 1 hero, Endeavor himself. 

-Your finger froze over the channel button as you stared at the hero in front of you. 

-You felt Dabi stiffen in your lap, his character staying still on the screen as his father’s voice bounced off the walls of the small apartment. 

- “Doll could you change th-” 

- “I’m thinking of retiring, yes. My family is my top priority and I would like to spend some quality time with them. Family is very imp-”

- “Shut your clown ass up!”

-The remote went flying barely missing the TV as you launched it at the hero’s face. 

- “If I have to hear any more bullshit coming out of your mouth I will march to wherever you are and beat you to a fucking plump got it?” 

- “Babe he can’t hear you.”

- “I don’t give a shit! He will hear me when my hands are squeezing his WINDPIPE!”

-And with that you shot up from the couch, sending Dabi rolling to the floor in the process. 

-Marching out of the living room, he heard the door slam shut and then a muffled scream before the only sound was the words coming from the TV.

-He had whiplash after that. 

-He didn’t know what exactly happened but he was glad in some weird way. 

-He knows that you don’t get angry easily, hell he couldn’t get you to snap at him even when he tried his best. 

-Sure he irritates you but you have never actually snapped like this before. 

-Your calm and collected nature calms him down so seeing you curse and be so violent all of a sudden got him riled up. 

-Making his way to your shared room he opened the door finding you curled up on your bed with an angry expression on your face. 

-Nose scrunched up, mouth in a scowl and  brows furrowed. 

-Letting out a small chuckle he took his place behind you bringing his lanky arms around your waist as he turned you around,your nose barely grazing his, eyes burning holes in his chest.

-He brought his forefinger in between your brows and made small circles at the spot, watching as your facial expression relaxed a bit but the scowl was still there. 

- “Stop thinking about it you’ll get a headache.” 

- “I wanna punch him in the dick.”

- “I wanna do that too but it can wait.” 

-Kissing your forehead first he started trailing little pecks all over your face, being satisfied by the small giggles he could get out of you. 

-This is why I love you.

Bonus: 

- “That was the hottest thing I have seen.” 

- “You are getting dommed tonight, lover boy.” 

- *flustered burned boy*

Bakugou Katsuki 

-He is the one who is angry in your relationship.

-We’ve been new. 

-You are his damage control, you can always calm him down and put some sense into him. 

-Most of the time he listens to your every word. 

-So everyone assumed that since you put up with his shit without batting an eyelash, never showing a sign of anger, you can’t get angry. 

-That your anger was that little puff of your cheeks and scrunch of your nose that Bakugou adores. 

-No one has ever seen you angry so you don’t blame them. 

-But everyone has that one thing that just makes them snap *for me it’s Endeavor*

-You were training with class 1-B when that dickhead Monoma decided to fuck with your boyfriend. 

-They were fighting, throwing insults at each other non-stop when Monoma decided to be a dick. 

- “Why are you even in this class huh? You would be more useful to the villains. It would be so easy for you too, I bet you don’t need much of a push to join them, don’t you Bakugou.” 

-Bakugou may not like talking about it but you know. 

-The thoughts that haunt him. 

-He was kidnapped and saw his idol be brought down because the League believed that he would make a great entry to their group. 

-His own mind works against him sometimes, reminding him of the looks of fear most of the people in his life have when it comes to him. 

-He hates it. 

-What breaks him even more though is being reminded out loud about those thoughts. 

-Having them confirmed by someone else. 

-He had stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the other boy in pure horror when he saw a flash of color and Monoma was now laying face down a few feet away. 

-You were panting, hands clenched in fists as you stared at the boy in outer disgust, a vein popping on your forehead. 

-Bakugou was silent watching your shoulders frantically going up and down, pure rage emanating from your demeanor.

-In the blink of an eye you were on top of Monoma, lifting him off the ground, a snarl escaping your lips.

- “You fucking piece of shit I’ll fucking stab your parents if you say anything like that again!”

-Everyone was shooketh.

-Absolutely terrified but still shooketh.

-Monoma scrambled off the moment you let him go spewing apology after apology. 

- “Baby you okay?” 

-How the fuck was your voice back to normal? How was it so soft as if nothing happened? As if you didn’t just pin down and threaten someone. 

- “Y-Yeah I’m fine.”

-The class was afraid of you for the next four months. 

Bonus:

- “Baby, you got so fired up.”

- “No one talks shit about you!”

- “I know but wow that was hot.”

Aizawa Shouta 

-Shouta is used to the comments made about him. 

-People doubt him as both a hero and a teacher at times and he has learned not to let it get to him. 

-He believed that you had closed those comments off as well, you didn’t show any signs of them bothering you at least. 

-Sure you might make a small comment whenever you hear something but you never snapped at someone. 

-He knew that you prefered tranquility, it was his calm nature that attracted you in the first place *and the fact that he was smoking hot*.

-So when you actually snapped at someone he was taken aback and super turned on. 

-Like wow that woman right there giving someone a heart attack is his wife? 

-Wow.

-You were both at a hero conference, meeting up with some of your old colleagues to catch up and to get some insight in the hero industry. 

-Yall wanted the tea. 

-You two were attached to the hip, never leaving each  other's side as you enjoyed yourselves. 

-You were  chatting with a retired heroine who had helped you in the past when you heard murmuring coming from behind you. 

- “I heard that one of his students got kidnapped during the summer.” 

- “Of course he would let that happen, what could he possibly be a reliable individual? He was a delinquent and a vigilante, irresponsibility is in his blood.” 

-Shouta felt you stiffen as your gaze shadowed over.

 - “Kit- um Y/N?”

-The two continued dissing your husband and you tried to calm yourself down, you really did.

 -But they made it really really hard.

- “He went on live television and gave excuses for that whole ordeal.”

- “You think he was trying to pass the blame?”

- “Of course he was! He has no sense of dignity, leaving his students to fight while he slept and then letting one of them be kidnapped like that.”

-Now he started getting scared because your grip on his arm had tightened and you wouldn’t look at him. 

-He thought that you were having a panic attack and it's OUR panic attack so the convention would have to deal with two UA teachers breaking down.

-But then you let go and a sweet smile appeared on your face as you made your way to the duo.  

- “It comes from the bottom of my heart when I say that I need you to sit you maniac ass down and be quiet for the rest of the fucking night because don’t think I would hesitate to beat your punkass in front of all those people. If I hear Shouta’s name come out of your lips again I will personally make sure that you won’t be able to formulate words for the next five fucking months.”

-Not even a peep came out of those two for the rest of the evening, their eyes always darting between you and your husband, cold sweat running down their spines every time one of you made eye contact with them. 

- “Y/N, kitty, that wasn’t necessary.”

- “You talk shit you get wrecked, period.” 

Bonus: 

- “Come on Shouta we’re going home.” 

- “We’ve only been here for an hour, kit-”

- “You are either blowing my back out or staying here, choose.” 

- “Home it is.”

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lemon, peppermint, coffee, and black tea with bakugo deku and/or monoma! take care dude ily :D - rei

@amphibianasters i have no self control AGWJEJSN ily too bestie drink some water and get some rest !!

—bakugo

lemon tea (what are mornings like with them?)

mornings with him are quiet and tender. his hair is still sleep-mussed and the bloodlust hasn’t quite set in yet. (/j)

probably more cuddly and affectionate.

when the two of you get up, he makes you breakfast. after you’re done eating, he gets straight to training.

peppermint tea (what do they get excited about?)

if you’re willing to spar with him, it’s always the highlight of his week. the intricate dance of punches and kicks, ending with the winner picking the other up from off the ground.

regardless of if you win or lose, he’ll tend to your cuts and bruises himself every time. he says it’s just because you’re an idiot who will forget, but you don’t miss the small smirk on his face when he says it.

coffee (do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?)

absolutely. he’ll never admit it, but you can tell by the way he acts.

he hovers behind you like a shadow and glares at the person. if it gets bad enough, you’ll hear a few tiny explosions.

please comfort him and kiss his face after, he’s very insecure :(

black tea (what do they look for in a person?)

someone patient. he knows he can be rude and say things he doesn’t really mean. it takes him a while to trust someone with what he believes to be the weaker side of him.

someone strong. he admires strength, and he knows he won’t always be there for you when you need it, even if he wants to be. he believes that each person in a relationship should stand on their own.

—izuku

lemon tea (what are mornings like with them?)

izuku is busy and stressed - the burden of one for all is hard to carry, after all. the mornings with you are always his time to let the stress go.

if it were up to him, he’d never let go of you. when you try to leave, you’ll hear “five more minutes?” instead.

(it’s never only five minutes.)

peppermint tea (what do they get excited about?)

heroes and quirks! he’ll talk to you about heroes and hero society all the time, and wants to learn the ins and outs of your quirk.

in terms of his relationship with you, he gets excited while planning a date. seeing the options and picking out what he’ll think you like can be stressful, but the smile you give him after makes it worth it in the end.

coffee (do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?)

izuku is more often insecure than jealous. he can’t help but compare himself to whoever’s trying to get with you - they’re attractive, he’s average. they’re tall, he’s on the shorter side.

he’s definitely more grabby with you than usual. reaches for your hand or waist, trying to be subtle in the way he shows that you’re his and he’s yours.

comfort him please :((

black tea (what do they look for in a person?)

someone kind. it doesn’t matter if you’re prickly on the outside, either. as long as you’re kind and willing to help him and others, he notices.

someone he can rely on. he’s been burdened with a task and a power that not even the number one hero could handle. it can be too much for him sometimes, and he feels alone more often than not. if you’re there for him to wipe his tears and fight with him, it means the world for him.

—monoma

lemon tea (what are mornings like with them?)

mornings with monoma can go one of two ways.

the first is that you’ll wake up to a mug sitting on your bedside, full of your favorite drink. monoma is sitting next to you, his own mug in hand, rubbing your back gently.

the second is that you wake up to his sleeping body crushing you.

peppermint tea (what do they get excited about?)

he gets excited about gifts - both giving and receiving.

he’ll be shopping and he’ll spot something that he knows you’ll like and throws it into his cart. he gets so excited to see how you’ll respond.

if you surprise him with a present, his entire face lights up. of course, he teases you about how much you must think about him, but his heart pounds inside of his chest louder than a drum could ever be.

coffee (do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?)

he’s the guy who gets jealous when you spend more time with the pet than you do with him.

won’t hesitate to grab you and kiss you in front of the person who makes him jealous.

“i know, they are a beauty, aren’t they? unfortunately for you, they’re mine.”

once the person leaves you alone, his confidence disappears and he clings to your arm with an almost worried look in his eyes.

black tea (what do they look for in a person?)

someone understanding. monoma can be bitter and petty, and he knows that not a lot of people like him. he wants someone who can understand why he feels the way he does and not hate him for it.

someone to cheer him on. during his time in class 1-b, he’s always felt that there was no one to cheer for him the way the public cheered for 1-a. if you can compliment him and make him feel like he can be a hero, he’ll be smitten with you in mere seconds.

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[adorable-deku]

another bnha quirk au that, i cant lie, i got from scooby doo. even though all of the villains are humans, whenever theyre in the monster costumes its like they have supernatural powers. applying that to izukus quirk: whenever izuku wears someones or somethings costume, he gets 10% of their power.

i was gonna say 100% but i didnt bc that would be too op. if he wore a suit and a darth vader helmet, hed be an absolute menace

izuku grows up thinking hes quirkless even though he doesnt have the joint. he thinks that all the way until he gets a child size replica all might costume. needless to say, it is deeply concerning for inko when her previously quirkless child throws a playful punch towards the wall and the shockwave just shatters it, as well as all the glass in the house

he does still get bullied bc hes "using other ppls quirks" but its not as bad as it was in canon. that being said, hes effectively quirkless in class bc he cant exactly wear a costume to school

his free time is spent doing quirk analysis on both heroes and villains, as well as learning to sew, so he can make the costumes himself

plenty of cool heroes dont have merch after all

his favorite hero is still all might because his quirk is incredibly powerful and easy to use

anyway although izuku is sometimes effectively quirkless, and he did struggle against the slime villain, he doesnt hang on to all might to ask him his question, so all might thinks he has a pretty quirk is on his way to drop off the smile villain without any issue

all mights horror during the exam is real when he sees the kid he thought had a weak quirk absolutely decimating robots in a costume that looks exactly like his

all mights kinda terrified for a while but then he finds out what izukus quirk is and hes like 'oh ok'

izukus current biggest problem is how to be a unique hero when his quirk requires that he copies others

he and monoma are actually good friends bc their quirks are similar and whenever monoma tries to make a vicious jab at class 1A it lands on soft cotton bc izukus just like "ur incorrect but go off" everytime

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vengeance / chapter 9: anxiety

chapter 8: unspoken confession | chapter 10: loving

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Bakugou could still feel his heart pounding in his ears as he made his way quickly across the town.

Why hadn't he taken a car? He didn’t know.

Maybe because it felt like he was getting there faster if he was able to blast his way to the edge of the city without getting stuck in traffic.

The urgency to get to the scene was so immediate, it almost gave him whiplash from how his emotions had changed within the past five minutes.

Five minutes ago, he’d been standing in your apartment and ready to open up the last of his walls to you. Ready to show the deepest parts of himself that he thought he’d buried so long ago.

Five minutes ago, he was pissed off at the fact that it was his night off, and that he shouldn’t have been disturbed when he was spending time with you.

But all of that drifted away from the thirty seconds he heard frantic shouting about your name, how he had to come quickly, and how there were pictures of you.

Kirishima’s words were ringing in his ears as he finally spotted a few police cars headed off into the same direction, and he followed them to a old apartment complex that was now flooded with heroes, civilians, and cops alike.

He quickly controlled his blasts to bring him to a stop in front of the building, uncaring of the few dirty looks he was getting from the officers. He knew they were sneering at him from the sidelines because this part of town was technically out of his jurisdiction. And normally, he wouldn’t give a flying fuck about stomping over there and creating a scene to silence their dirty looks.

But he couldn’t. You were the only one on his mind.

He quickly caught wind of Kirishima’s notorious hair above the crowd, and jogged his way over to him quickly.

Kirishima immediately returned his confused looks with a grimace before he explained the situation.

“The police said that they received a 911 call at 8 o’ clock, stating that there was a girl in danger at the address of this apartment and that they needed to check out the scene immediately,” Kirishima started as he lead Bakugou through the crowd of people standing about the entrance of the building. “Now normally, those kinds of calls would be ignored since the person who called hung up immediately after they said that. But the operators reported that they had received multiple calls for the same apartment reporting a disturbance. They said it sounded like a fight.”

Bakugou nodded along as he listened to Kirishima. They’d finally made their way to the entrance of the building, where some reporters had snuck in and were trying to interview other heroes and policemen on the situation.

“So the police sent one of their cars out to investigate the apartment they said the disturbance was coming from, and I uh… I think you should see it for yourself,” Kirishima gestured to the opened apartment door in front of them.

Bakugou shot him a sidelong glare before stepping in.

“S’ filthy,” he sneered, giving a pointed stare at the dirty clothes that were littering the small living room. He wasn’t going to give it a second look but something very blatantly caught his eye.

It was a red pair of lacy panties that was mixed into the jumbled mess of clothes, blatantly sticking out of the drab colors, and he kneeled down to get a closer look. They seemed familiar, somehow.

“Tut tut,” he heard from across the room.

His glare was immediately directed towards the sound of the disapproval coming from the doorway between the bathroom and the kitchen.

Of fucking course this side of town lies in Monoma’s jurisdiction.

“Of course you’d be one to start handling evidence without thinking about the consequences of your actions,” he said condescendingly.

“Look man,” Kirishima immediately stated. “I know this isn’t even part of our area but please don’t start this right now. You know what the situation is.”

Monoma only rolled his eyes as he shoved his way past the two to head out the door.

“Have fun.”

The room was silent for a few moments, as Bakugou left the panties on the floor and inspected the rest of the room. He didn’t like how no one was actually telling him what happened.

“Could we stop tiptoeing around the actual problem and actually show me what’s wrong? Why the hell is Y/N in danger and how is she involved in all this shit?”, he spat, turning his attention to Kirishima immediately.

“Go look in the bedroom.”

Bakugou quickly spun on his heels as he walked to where Kirishima had directed him. He stopped half-hazardly in front of the door, slightly scared over what could possibly be behind it and why it was so bad.

And as soon as he opened the door, his eyes widened at the sight of your face plastered on every single wall in the small room.

That underwear…. That underwear was yours.

He turned back to see Kirishima in the doorway giving him a grimace as he crossed his arms over his chest. He knew how bad it was.

“Who lives here?”, Bakugou’s rough voice broke the small semblance of silence in the small room. He wasn’t asking, he was demanding.

An officer walked past Kirishima and stepped into the room, turning to address Bakugou quickly.

Yours and Bakugou’s relationship wasn’t a secret from the public, and this officer knew exactly who he was dealing with. It didn’t matter in this situation if the area was in Bakugou’s jurisdiction or not because of the subject matter of the case. And he’d rather deal with other officers being annoyed at the pro’s presence than the possibility of getting his arms blown off.

“The landlord said the man who lived here’s name is Ochiro Ito,” the officer replied simply.

“Where is he?” “I apologize sir bu-”

“What the hell are you apologizing for you fucknut?” Bakugou interrupted quickly. “What's the answer to the goddamned question I was asking?”

“He wasn’t here when the police arrived on the scene, sir.”

Kirishima immediately noticed the way Bakugou’s eye began twitching uncontrollably as he stepped closer to the officer. It appeared that he was about to lunge at him and choke him right then and there.

Kirishima quickly ushered the officer out, trying to make sure that he wasn’t present to experience the wrath of the angry blonde.

Well, angry wasn’t the right word.

He looked livid.

His breaths were coming out short and shallow, and it was obvious that every second he stayed in the room was making him angrier. He was about to destroy the whole place and everything in it.

The fact that someone had been violating you, looking at you, even thinking about you in this way was…

He couldn’t even describe it.

It felt like his chest was burning in a way he couldn’t understand. Your smile plastered in front of him didn’t have the effect it normally did. It made the feeling worse. He felt like he was going to collapse and fall to the floor at any second.

The anxiety bubbling up in his chest was becoming overbearing, and his already heavy breathing wasn’t helping calm his mind down in any capacity. Your face was running through his mind currently, and he needed to know you were okay.

All the what ifs in the entire world ran through his mind in that moment, and even as he tried to make a move to call you, or step out the door, or anything, his body refused to listen. He just stood there, breathing heavily.

Kirishima noticed the loud breathing and quickly stepped over to where Bakugou was staring wide-eyed at the ground. He was having an anxiety attack.

“Hey,” Kirishima spoke softly, bringing his hand up to Bakugou’s shoulder. “It’s okay. She’s fine. She’s at home and nothing’s going to happen to her.”

He pressed small circles into Bakugou’s back, trying to bring him out of the state that he was in. It’d been so long since he’d seen him like this.

Bakugou’s breathing began slowing down slightly, as he tried to match his with Kirishima’s. The words he was hearing were helping slightly, but the sinking feeling in his stomach was throwing his mind off.

“Look, the police have already started to look for him okay? Even Monoma said that he’ll tell the others at his agency about what happened and they’ll be helping the investigation. She’ll be fine, I promise.”

Bakugou almost wanted to punch him at that moment. How the hell could he promise that in the first place? Bakugou, himself, had promised that he would always protect you, and look at what was happening. There was some psycho on the loose that had been stalking you for who knows how goddamn long and he had no idea about it.

What was wrong with him? What if this guy had tried something with you? What would have happened then?

‘It’s all my fault. Everything is all my fault. I shouldn’t even be here anymore.’

“Yeah,” was all Bakugou said before he stepped out of the room.

...

The second Bakugou left, you were left staring at the door he’d exited through.

For the second time today, you had no idea what was happening, or where he was going. You had no idea if he was in danger or anything.

After locking the door, you sighed as you leaned back against it.

When would Katsuki finally begin to tell you about these things before he ran off? It’d been 5 years since you’d been together, and you’d known him for even longer. Couldn’t you be trusted with whatever was going on?

Then there was the thing with Midoriya, which he still hadn’t addressed whatsoever. The only information you’d gotten out of that situation was from Midoriya himself. Katsuki had nothing to do with anything you’d learned.

You glanced longingly at the tv, wanting to turn it on and check the news to see if you could find out what was happening.

And at first, you felt almost guilty about it. Katsuki was trying to tell you something before he was interrupted. And it wasn’t like he was going to come back without explaining the situation to you when he walked in.

As you mulled over the idea for a few moments, you became distracted when your phone began ringing.

You walked over to where it sat on the table slowly, staring at the caller slightly confused. It was Camie.

You pressed the accept button and brought it up to your ear slowly, only to be attacked by her shouting into the phone for you to turn on the news quickly.

What if something happened to Katsuki?

“Okay I got it, I will,” you breathed out.

You were trying to sound cool and collected but you felt like you were about to pass out. Katsuki had left in such a rush and there was something that had gone unsaid between the two of you.

You fumbled over the remote as you tried to turn the news channel on quickly, ignoring the other notifications that were coming through the phone, also telling you to turn the news on.

Finally you turned on the news channel, looking at the reporter who was standing outside an old apartment building along with other heroes and officers.

“Good evening, this is Rika Suzumi coming to you live from an apartment building at the edge of downtown, where the stalker of the number four hero, Dynamite’s girlfriend lives. Police were sent down to the scene after numerous calls reporting a fight, followed by someone claiming a woman is in danger. When investigating the apartment of the stalker, it was found that he had many personal items as well as pictures of twenty-five year old Y/N L/N, leading to many heroes to arrive at the scene, including Dynamite himself.

The screen cut away from the reporter to a video of Katsuki walking with Kirishima right beside him. The press was attacking them both with questions, and while Kirishima tried to pacify them, Katsuki looked completely out of it. He had a dazed look and acted like he wasn’t being surrounded.

You glanced down at your phone, only to see that Camie had already hung up.

You only stared back at the tv screen in shock, not knowing what else to do in the situation. Your shoulders slumped as you fell back onto the couch, your eyes giving a glazed stare to the tv in front of you.

The news cut back to the reporter, as she added, “The police have also said that he was nowhere to be found when they arrived at the scene. So if you see this man, going by the name of Ochiro Ito, please contact the authorities immediately.”

When the screen cut to a picture of him, you couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling in your mind that you’d seen him somewhere before.

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“I came here to find what it is that I lack.”

hey everyone, so can we talk about this?

this is the first time that Katsuki has talked about his own personal shortcomings to such an extent. he’s flirted with acknowledging them out loud before, at the provisional course, and we know he’s been working on improving himself, because we saw the change during the joint training arc. but this is the first time he has actually come right out and admitted that there is something he knows he’s missing, and that his goal now is to find it.

so there are two parts of this that I want to break down and discuss. let’s start with this:

“I’ve learned that just because I’m strong in a fight, that doesn’t mean I’m strong as a person.”

JBox translated this as “I’ve learned that pure strength isn’t enough to become strong.” I’m curious as to how Viz will word it. but it’s Mangastream’s translation that really piqued my interest. “that doesn’t mean I’m strong as a person.” correct me if I’m wrong, but I think this is the first time Katsuki has ever talked about himself as a person at all. up to this point he’s seemed to have zero interest in any kind of self-reflection. and even now, he’s still bringing it up in a context of strength. he needs to be “strong” as a person because that will help him become stronger as a hero. but regardless of how he frames it, or whether or not he’s only seeking it because it pertains to his goal of surpassing the number one, this is still huge IMO for him to bring up strength of character and acknowledge that it’s still something that’s eluding him.

and it’s not like this hasn’t been brought to his attention before. for all of his strengths, his personality is the one thing that’s been consistently singled out by virtually everyone he’s ever met as a glaring fault. and yet he doesn’t seem to have ever given this real thought until recently. possibly because he didn’t think it actually mattered in the big picture. or maybe it’s because until recently, he was able to shrug off those accusations because he knew that deep down he was good where it really counted. like, yeah, he might swear a lot and he might not get along with people and maybe his temper gets the better of him at times. but he was able to brush that off because he knows deep down that he’s a hero. and not just any hero, but the person who’s going to become the best hero. and so he had faith in his own integrity, and didn’t let other people’s perceptions bother him, because who the hell cares what anyone else thinks.

but note that I did say “until recently.” because in the last six months or so story-wise, a lot has changed. things which have sent little parachutes of self-doubt sailing over Katsuki’s formerly impenetrable walls of indifference. he was singled out as a target by villains. yeah, they were wrong about him, but it still says something that they thought he was a good prospect. and not just them, but everyone. the press gathered together less than 48 hours after a child was kidnapped, and felt comfortable speculating about whether or not said child was unhinged and destined to follow the villain path. yeah, Aizawa shot them down, but Katsuki still got a behind-the-scenes documentary feature look at how some of the actions he’d never before given a second thought to were actually affecting the world’s judgment of his moral character.

and then All Might lost his power at Kamino. something which Katsuki felt was his fault. and then, directly on the heels of that, there was the shock of realizing that the childhood friend he’d maligned and tormented for years had ended up being All Might’s chosen successor. and there are so many ways that Katsuki could have responded to that realization. being jealous of Deku. being derisive of All Might’s choice. but instead, his reaction to learning Deku had it right was to immediately follow it up with: so I’m wrong. and just, wow, though. and then, of course, this was all compounded even more when he failed the provisional license exam. so now we have the villains, the general public, and the heroes -- or at least, the people in charge of deciding who gets to be a hero -- all hitting him up with various different versions of you are flawed, you are deficient.

anyway, thankfully at this point he did something he’s never done before and actually reached out to someone, even if it was in the most shounen way ever (“should I just talk to my rival like a normal person? nah I’ll challenge him to a fight”). and he and Deku had a heart to heart via their fists, and then All Might gave him a hug and some good mentor advice. so the worst of that line of thinking was curbed before it could become more damaging. and he seems to have rebounded since and is back to his old confident ways.

buuuuuut. we have seen him paying more attention to other people’s remarks than he seemed to before. maybe this was something he always did, but just pretended like he didn’t. hard to say. but there’s no denying the way that Horikoshi made it a Thing during the Band AU arc, when we saw those upperclassman grousing about how “class 1-A is the one causing all the trouble” and then Katsuki listening in, stony-faced. and then he got really pissed off and ranted about it afterward.

so yeah. and then more recently, during the joint training arc, we also had that incident where Monoma -- on camera, with Katsuki watching, and we know for a fact there was sound because U.A. based their teaching model on The Hunger Games, and also the kids were able to hear Shinsou’s voice-changing shenanigans earlier -- was all “SO HOW ABOUT THAT TIME THAT BAKUGOU CAUSED THE DOWNFALL OF THE SYMBOL OF PEACE, EH.” which marked the first time we confirmed that Katsuki isn’t the only one who’s made that connection. mind you, I don’t think Monoma actually meant it; he was just trying to rile Deku up into talking so he could pull the ol’ Jedi mind trick. but still, the fact that he had that remark ready to go means that it must have crossed his mind before. and at this point I think it’s pretty safe to say he’s not the only one. it’s an obvious enough conclusion to draw, and society was a hot mess for a while following Kamino, and it was the kind of thing where I’m sure that a lot of people, shaken up in the aftermath of this disaster and struggling to process it, would be looking to assign blame.

so now Katsuki, who formerly did not give a shit and was very proud and upfront about his lack of shit-giving, has been more or less forced to confront the fact that like it or not, his behavior -- and other people’s perceptions of it -- maybe matters a little more than he thought. and it seems like maybe he’s become a bit more sensitive to that lately. a little more aware.

I think it must be frustrating for him in some ways, because he knows that he’s good and that his intentions are good, but he has difficulty conveying that. and the other thing is that he’s not the type of boy to ever have people actually say to him, “hey, you’re a nice guy.” (Kirishima, I think, is the only one that might have actually said that sentence to him -- I feel like he has? -- and honestly there’s a reason why Katsuki trusts him so much, and things like this are no small part of it.) “amazing”, sure. he gets that all the time. and “strong”, which is the adjective he himself uses the most when talking about things he admires. but never good. and he might not ever show any signs of needing that type of reinforcement, but (a) sometimes we don’t know that we need something, especially if it’s something we’ve never had before, and (b) even if Katsuki was in any way adept at identifying his emotional needs (he’s not), the odds of him ever mustering up the will to actually ask are slim to say the least.

but no child wants to be bad. Katsuki’s one and only desire since he was very little has been to become a great hero. and heroes are inherently good. this boy, for all his surliness and stubbornness and toeing-the-line, works hard. he listens to his teachers. he studies. he fights fairly, and shows honor in other ways (like fessing up immediately to being the first one to throw a punch). he shows kindness and gratitude and concern in his own prickly ways as well. his goodness isn’t the kind that comes up to you and slaps you in the face, but it still manages to shine through like sunlight through a cloudy filter. he is a good person. and I think that sometimes, during his more intense moments of self-doubt, he may have wondered if maybe he’s not. but he is.

and having said all of that, one of the things I would like to see at some point in the future is for someone to actually tell him that. for him to get that validation. because I think that’s something he’s seeking, even if he’s not aware of it. even now he still has the media censoring his interviews, as if they’re worried he’ll somehow corrupt the viewers with his attitude. even though the whole reason he’s being interviewed is because he proved himself through his actions. somehow it’s still not enough. so I just think it’s something that would mean a lot to him to hear. “you are strong, but also you’re a good person.” so yeah. All Might, maybe -- get on that.

moving on now to the second part of this essay!

“I came here to find what it is that I lack.”

you know what I find interesting about this? at first glance, one might assume that he’d already solved this mystery. doy, the kid that only ever thought about winning and victory has to learn how to help others. we got that already; All Might broke it down for us nice and clear back in chapter 120. we’re good.

and the thing is, it really seems like we are good, doesn’t it? Katsuki passed his remedial exam with flying colors. he and Todo saved a bunch of would be purse-snatching victims, and he even saved their wallets (that makes it sound like he got them to save 15% or more by switching to Geico lol but NO, IN THIS CASE IT WAS LITERAL). and let’s not forget that dominant performance during the joint training arc, in which he both allowed himself to be rescued, and breezily rescued others with no qualm. by all measures, it would appear that he has embraced this new way of heroing, and seems to be taking to it as naturally as he takes to everything else.

so then the question arises: if he already figured out that IT’S THE RESCUING, STUPID, then why is he still talking about “what he lacks” as though there is still something he’s missing? and not just missing, but as-yet-unidentified to boot. he doesn’t actually know what it is. he’s trying to figure it out.

so I have a few guesses, but since this essay is already running long, I’m just going to jump right to my main one: what he’s talking about is the difference between this:

and this

in a very similar way to how Katsuki himself proved there was such a big difference between this

and this

“the difference between those who are aiming for the top, and everyone else.” so yeah. and if this applies to the “winning” part of the hero equation, then it also stands to reason it should apply to the “rescue” part as well, right?

so what would that mean? basically, as far as I can tell, it’s the difference between your everyday rescuing, and between Deku’s style of rescuing. no, I’m not talking about the bone-breaking. I’m talking about, “my legs just started moving. why? I dunno!” or, as All Might puts it, “their bodies simply moved before they could think.”

what Deku has is not just the will to rescue. it’s the instinct to rescue. in the same way that Kacchan uses his quirk intuitively to reach ever greater heights, what Deku does intuitively is to save and protect others. he is unrivaled in this. his instinct to rescue surpasses even All Might’s. and this is what makes him great.

what Katsuki is doing right now is rescuing on the balanced, sensible, government-approved level of things. which is fine! admirable, even. but compared to what Deku has, it’s the same as Monoma’s will to win pitted against Katsuki’s own utterly indomitable will, which is completely illogical and excessive in exactly the right type of way, and is what drives him to the levels of excellence that he’s achieved. Deku’s will to rescue is like that. it’s on a whole different level.

and I think one of the biggest things I can say in praise of Katsuki is that he is not yet satisfied with where he is in terms of his moral strength. he understands that there’s a level he has yet to unlock and achieve. something that he isn’t yet grasping. and I’m pretty sure this is what it is. and if that’s the case, then he’s in luck, because I think it’s safe to say there will be plenty of opportunities in the near future to hone his own rescue instincts. Deku didn’t really start to approach Kacchan’s own levels of WIN NO MATTER WHAT until his battle with Muscular, and the key thing that made the difference there was the stakes. needless to say, in this latest arc, we have stakes aplenty. 

and all it takes is one moment. for there to be something to be on the line which Kacchan realizes in a moment of clarity that he can’t lose. something to trigger his own instant of my body just moved on its own. and then from there? who even knows. but it’ll be a sight to see.

so that is my [checks notes] 2600-word essay about Kacchan’s 75-word speech in chapter 247. to sum up, what I want for my son in this arc is for things to finally click for him to get that moment of Hero Autopilot, and also for other people to get with the program and acknowledge what a good kid he is, goddammit. even if he gets embarrassed. or embarrasses them immediately afterward by demonstrating exactly how good of a kid he is by blowing up the nearest inanimate object and launching into colorful tirades about someone’s mother. Bakugou is basically like a poorly wrapped Christmas gift. ugly on the outside, doesn’t quite look right when stacked next to the other gifts, but once you rip that sucker open TAH DAH, IT’S THAT BRAND NEW THING YOU WANTED! and it kicks all the other gifts’ asses. what more could you want in a character lol.

[shoyoluvrr]

Platonic Class 1-A x reader where she’s hit with a de-aging quirk and becomes a toddler and they realize that the badass reader was actually bullied as a child and just never let her emotions show? Tweak if you want booboo! Have fun and Thanks~

a/n : ahhh i like this idea a lot lol tyty

summary : in the middle of training with another class y/n is hit and becomes a toddler, which sparks them to relive some bad memories and until they can figure out how to fix it the rest of class 1-a is supposed to watch them. what could go wrong?

pairing : platonic class 1-a x reader

word count  : +1k

warnings : fluff, angst, light cursing, possible trigger warning

The students were buzzing with excitement as Aizawa was about to tell them what they were going to do in training today.

“Settle down.” Aizawa looked as tired as ever. His voice was raspy. “Today we’re going to do some combat training-”

Groans were heard throughout the classroom. No one liked combat training, except you of course. It was your specialty and the whole class knew that. And let’s be real, no one likes getting their ass kicked.

“I’m not finished. We’ll be training with Class 1-B. So let’s go.”

Once again, Aizawa’s words were met with groans. It was going to be a long day. 

You got up from your seat, following the class to the gym. You smiled to yourself. It was going to be another easy day of training. You couldn’t wait to put those class 1-b assholes in their places, more specifically Monoma. A fire ignited inside you and nothing was going to stop you from being the beating everyone in today’s combat training. Your class watched as you a fiery spirit surrounded you. They knew how you were and gave you space. Out of everyone in the class, they were most intimidated by you. You didn’t really talk to anyone in the class. Your silence rivaled Todoroki. You weren’t at U.A. to make friends, only to become a hero, and no one would get in your way. 

Training went on just like you expected. You had beaten everyone you’ve faced. It was no surprise. The class watched as you defeated opponent after opponent, tearing apart Class 1-B. But you didn’t show any sign of superiority. That’s what made it worse. You knew you were good, maybe even the best, but contrary to popular belief you didn’t like to gloat. You just didn’t see the point of it. Unlike some other students. 

Training was coming to an end and you faced one of your last opponents. You didn’t know their name and you weren’t going to make an effort to learn it now. You readied yourself and so did the person across from you. They charged at you, throwing a punch, but you dodged, studying their form. It was sloppy but strong. It was now your turn to take them out. You launched at them, kicking their side. Within almost seconds of making contact with their stomach, a beam released from them. Sometimes using quirks, was just a reflex and it seemed like this was one of those instances. Everyone’s eyes turned to the fight, as the beam shot at you. Almost blinding.

Once the light died down, everyone rushed over to where you were standing. Your opponent backed away, slowly, apologizing. “I’m sorry it was just a reflex. I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”

Aizawa reassured them. “Kid, it’s fine. No one’s hurt-”

“Mr. Aizawa, you might want to see this.” 

Everyone’s attention was now back to you. There you stood with big eyes as everyone towered over you. 

“Is y/n a-”

“Yeah. I think so”

“Y/n’s a toddler.”

You began to grow nervous as everyone starred at you. It wasn’t something you were very comfortable with. Your eyes began to swell with tears. Their eyes piercing your skin, a feeling you were familiar with. Your lip quivered with fear as the rest of your body trembled. Almost as if it was reflex, you began wailing. Tears pouring out of your eyes. As Aizawa reached his arms to pick you up, your body jerked back in response. Your arms were raised to cover your face. Aizawa flinched as he realized what this meant. 

By this time Class 1-B had already left, leaving just you and the rest of Class 1-A. And after speaking with the student who left you like this, he learned that you would only last an hour or so in this form. Which was a relief, but that still meant you were going to be a toddler for an hour, and frankly, Aizawa wasn’t qualified to be a babysitter, let alone a teacher.

As you continued to cry, your classmates tried their best to you entertained. Momo made some baby rattles. But you refused to touch them. You only sat with your legs close to your chest as you watched your classmates stare. And anytime anyone tried to touch you, you would flinch. So after Uraraka had made an attempt to pick you up, and you only began to cry, even more, Aizawa pulled the rest of the class aside and had come up with a plan, leaving you in the middle of the gym.

“I think by now you’ve all noticed y/n is uncomfortable whenever you make attempts to touch them.” The class nodded in response. “Now, I need to go talk to principal Nezu, so you will all need to watch y/n for the time being. I’m leaving the class president in charge.”

As Aizawa left, the class turned to Iida. “I think it would be in our best interest to have the students who feel more comfortable watching kids take care of y/n. So Bakugou I think you should sit this one out.”

Kaminari snickered at the comment leaving Bakugou mad. “WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’M NOT GOOD WITH KIDS!”

Y/n looked visibly distressed after Bakugou yelled. Your crying intensified as you repeated, “Please don’t hurt me.”

The class glared at Bakugou, who began to walk away. “Alright, alright I get it.” 

Uraraka walked towards you slowly. “Hey, it’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you.” Her voice was soft. It melted away the pain and you relaxed. 

Momo was also by her side, and a few other students were there as well. You looked up at them with big eyes. The tears had stopped and you unfurled yourself. You were now sitting with your legs crossed and watched Koda call over birds. Their chirps welcomed you and Momo even made some bird food. Your frown had softened into a smile as you played with other animals Koda befriended. 

By now you had all left the gym and were now in Uraraka’s arms. You were all sitting in front of the school on the grass. The students were trying their best to keep that smile on your face. This was the first time they had genuinely seen you smile like that. They were surprised when they first saw you smile with the birds. But now you seemed less tense as you crawled out of Uraraka’s arms. They all made sure you didn’t wander too far. You began walking over to Ojiro and picked up his tail. Ojiro flinched. He lifted his tail as you held on. You giggled as he swung you around. Now, this was new, around the class you only had a few emotions and even then you barely showed them. Laughter, especially, wasn't one of them. 

Your classmates as you began to play with the others. You suddenly began to open up and grew more curious as the day passed, whether it was playing with Kirishima's spiky hair or Jirou’s earphone jacks. You showed the class a new side of you that you didn’t expect to ever show. 

Another hour passed and Sero was now teaching you how to make origami cranes with his tape. Your little hands struggled to follow him, as he delicately folded the paper. But you managed to make a few, with the help of Todoroki, of course. After making a few, Uraraka used her quirk to make them float. You watched them dance above you. Your eyes filled with wonder as an even bigger smile adorned your face. The class watched proudly as you chased the paper cranes. 

The running, however, had made you very tired and you made your way over to Uraraka who was talking to Midoriya. You lightly tugged on Uraraka’s skirt, trying to get her attention. You raised your arms to be held. Uraraka got the message and picked you up, rubbing circles on your back. Your eyes slowly closed as you buried yourself in her arms.

Your classmates all let out a collective sigh as they walked back into the classroom. You were asleep as Aizawa entered the classroom. It was only an hour another for you to be a toddler. So they all let you sleep until you changed back.

You opened your eyes to the sight of your classmates gathered around you. You sat up in your seat. “What happened?” You rubbed your eyes.

“It’s a long story, but we’re glad to see your alright,” Aizawa said with a small smile. 

Your classmates nodded in agreement. They all looked drained as they sat back in their seats. Now it was their turn to take a nap.

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Their Hero Academia -- Chapter 79: Drop the Bomb

Presenting the next installment of my on-going, nextgen, MHA fic! Earlier chapters can be found here

A snout pressed to the ground along the side of the road, where the highway gave way to more densely wooded country. Yes, that was the scent they were after, no mistaking it. Less than another day’s travel ahead. Lips curled back past sharp teeth, releasing a low growl of satisfaction. They had missed the departure of the students, all nestled into their transport and none the wiser that something was just behind them. It wasn’t a short journey from the school to their destination, but traveling cross country, a nearly straight line whenever they didn’t have to stop to find the scent again, made up considerable time. They did not tire. This terrain was what they were bred to cross. They moved back into the cover of the trees as they followed the smaller road, claws digging into the dirt as they pushed forward.

They’d be at the camp soon.

***

“Ooooh, that had to hurt,” Isamu winced.  

“I’ve told him he relies on his Quirk too much,” Midoriya replied, gazing at the scene before them through his fingers.  “Tell me he’s still breathing?”

“He’s groaning, Toshi,” Tokoyami said.  “He’ll be fine.”  She chirped a few times.  “I think.”

“She really hit him hard!” Frog-Shadow said, adding her own opinion from Tokoyami’s shoulder.

“Poor Shota,” Izumi said. “Still, he lasted longer than I expected him to.”

“Well… that was definitely something,” Boost-Rush said.  “Where’d you learn a move like that, Kaniyashiki?”

Kaniyashiki was busy helping Shinso back to his feet, but she looked over in the Rookie’s direction. “My Aunt Monika’s a police officer, sir,” she said, tossing off a salute with her free hand, before turning it into a crab-claw V.  “She taught me a lot of self-defense stuff.”

“Well, tell her she did a good job,” Boost-Rush said.  He looked to the larger group of U.A. and Shiketsu students.  “And I think that’s our best example so far of why being able to fight without your Quirk is important.  Shinso here has one of the most powerful Quirks in either class, and Kaniyashiki laid him out in two moves.”

The morning’s instruction had largely been focused on Quirkless exercises, directed by Boost-Rush. The powerfully-built Rookie was an extremely good hand-to-hand combatant, though he’d admitted that Doc Clock was even better than he was, something which had gotten Aizawa beaming with pride for all of about three seconds before his natural resting grump face had taken back over.  Boost-Rush had put them through a number of exercises, before he’d set them up sparring. Eventually, they’d break off into pairs, but for now, they were also getting a bit of a show out of it, as he called different combinations to spar against each other and demonstrate what they’d learned so far.  

A few students, mostly those with heavy mutation-type Quirks like Shoji and Bondo, had largely been exempted, and would get some other specialized instruction, since their Quirks were more innate Mutant types.  Ground Zero, Aizawa, and a couple of the other Rookies were with them.  Some of the others had also been peeled off for other types of training with some of the other Rookies.

He had to admit, though, it had been especially exciting when Boost-Rush had opened it with Kana against Kimiko Ojiro.  As the two best martial arts in any of the classes, it had made sense.  It hadn’t been one hundred percent Quirkless, since Ojiro couldn’t turn off her invisibility, but she’d wrapped her arms and legs, donned gloves, and wore the visor from her costume so that Kana would have a decent idea of where her limbs and face were.

It had been, in a word, spectacular.  And not in a “two attractive girls fighting” sort of way (Though he’d be lying if he completely denied that part.  His girlfriend was very hot.  And also very scary when she went full out like that.  He was starting to realize the comparisons to Kirishima-Bakugo weren’t entirely inaccurate.), but also in a “two incredibly skilled people giving it their all” sort of way.  Kana’s style was more aggressive than Ojiro’s, focusing on powerful strikes and kicks, while Ojiro focused on speed and repeated strikes to confuse and disorient. Both of them were absolutely on the top of their game and on a completely different level than just about anyone else.  Shiro Monoma had watched the whole thing with rapt attention.

“That,” Shinso said, “was so cool!  She just grabbed my wrist, and the next thing you know, bam!  I’m on the ground!”   He stared at the 1-B girl with wide eyes.  “You’ve got to teach me how to do that!”

That got a groan from Isamu, Midoriya, and Tokoyami.  That would be Shinso all over.  The kid was trying really hard lately, had been ever since the end of their Internships, but at that end of the day, he was still a ray of sunshine fanboy.  Somethings just never changed.  

Kaniyashiki threw back her head and let out a laugh.  “Sure thing, shorty.”

“Hey!” Shinso said, crossing his arms as a grumpy look spread across his face.  “I’m not that short!”  Of course, he was the shortest one in the class, but he was also several months younger than most of them too…

“Anyway,” Boost-Rush went on, “next up, we’ve got… Haimawari against Awase!”

“Oh boy…”

***

Since he was dating their Class Representative, Isamu had gotten to know several of the members of Class 1-B reasonable well, and several more of them in passing.  Bondo, Kaniyashiki, and Fukidashi were some of Kana’s best friends. The first two were a terrible twosome, usually cracking jokes and up to some small measure of no good, and both of them really loved antagonizing Monoma.  And he had yet to determine whether or not Fukidashi was legitimately crazy or just extremely differently wired. He’d been surprised, though, to learn her mother was the support equipment designer, Bibimi Kenranzaki. Though honestly, that may have explained some of her more extreme tendencies.

He’d had several pleasant and lengthy conversations with the bat-like Koumori about music.  Koumori’s musical choices tended themselves more to rock than pop, but they’d found some common ground in that both of them had an appreciate for the horse-headed American rock duo, Wild Stallions.  And the giant Fukui seemed to be able to get along well with anyone.  He’d even managed to make sure there were no hard feelings with the force field generating Kido, even after he’d bested him at the Sports Festival.

Hell, he’d even managed to have a couple civil conversations with Monoma.  Even if the blond also did a lot of “I’m watching you” gestures at him when he thought no one else was looking.

Awase, on the other hand, he didn’t really know.  The Vice Class Representative was studious and not particularly talkative.  He’d probably said hello to him in passing, but beyond that, he didn’t know him.  Awase was dark-haired and athletically built and, if Isamu remembered right, his Quirk had something to do with being able to fuse his molecules with other substances, taking on their properties.  Not that that would matter much in a Quirkless spar.

He stepped into the circle that had been set up for sparring, watching Awase as he did the same.

“You can do it!” he heard Shinso call out, bringing a smile to his face.

“Show them what 1-B’s made of, Awase!” And that would be Monoma, as expected.

“You’ve got this, Isamu!” He heard Kana call out.  Followed by, “What?  He’s my boyfriend.  I’ve got to support him.”  Which was probably her defending herself against Monoma.

Awase dropped into a fighting stance, hands up, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet.   Isamu on the other hand, dropped lower, legs spread wide, arms flared out to his sides.  Even without his Quirk, his style was never going to be about all out brawling. Keep it fast and loose.  He didn’t have the raw strength to do otherwise.

“Are you both ready?” Boost-Rush asked.

“Yes, Sensei,” Awase said simply.

“I’m ready,” he agreed.

“Then begin!”

Awase didn’t make any sounds as he charged forward, but he was telegraphing his right hook pretty badly. Isamu dropped all the way to the ground, like he would when using his Quirk and pivoted, swinging his leg out. It connected solidly with Awase’s leg, tripping him up and knocking him down.

But Awase was just as quick to spring back up, and Isamu got back to his feet, back-peddling away from a flurry of punches.  “Oooffff!” All the air got knocked out of him as one of Awase’s punches connected with his stomach.  Guy definitely had a lot of power behind him, even without his Quirk.

Isamu wasn’t completely helpless though, and he managed to get his hands up and ward off the next punch, just like Midoriya had taught him before the Sports Festival.  He managed to fire off a few rapid fire punches of his own, putting Awase back on the defensive.  Isamu had a few inches on the other boy and his arms and legs were longer too.  It gave him a reach advantage that he pressed, throwing a couple more strikes to unbalance him.

Unfortunately, Awase was quicker on the recovery than he expected, delivering a punch that set his head spinning back around.  He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his blurring vision as Awase came in for another round of strikes.  

This time, Isamu was able to dodge, bobbing this way and that, leaning and ducking out of reach of Awase’s blows.  When he was fighting with his Quirk, he relied on movement, keeping out of the way, and staying just long enough to get a couple of hits in.  There was no reason not to apply the same principle to Quirkless fighting.

“Stand still, dang it!” Awase shouted, after he’d missed with yet another blow.

“Ah,” Isamu said, “how about no?”  He dodged again, ducking under another blow.  His picked up his speed a little, so that he continued to circle Awase, letting him wear himself out trying to keep up and throwing blows.  The other boy should have been aiming for where he was going to be, but instead kept trying to catch him, which resulted in most of his blows being too slow to hit anything or only scoring a glancing hit.

So he kept it up, dodging several more blows that way.  Awase was definitely slowing down, starting to tire.  So when he launched his next blow, Isamu moved as though to duck and dodge to the left, but instead came up with an uppercut, knocking Awase down once more (And ow, ow, ow, boy did that leave his hand smarting!).

“He did it!  He did it!”  Isamu heard Shinso shout, before hearing Tokoyami try to quiet him.

Awase let out a groan, before slowly getting back up to his feet.  “Dang,” he grunted.  “You’re fast as heck even without your Quirk.”  Isamu could already see a bruise forming where he’d punched him.  For a moment, things seemed like they were going to get tense, but Awase nodded decisively.  “Good job.  Easy to see why you won the Sports Festival.”

He offered a hand, and Isamu took and shook it, trying very hard to take the praise.  He still had a lot of trouble believing his own win, even months out.  But he was getting that self-confidence up.  “Thanks,” he said.

The sound of applause broke the moment.  “Good job, both of you,” Boost-Rush said.  “Go see Bioshock if you feel like you need it.”

The Hero looked down at his clipboard.  “Okay, next… Let’s have Kirishima-Bakugo and Tatsuma.”

***

Katsumi may not have had Papa’s shark-teeth, but she’d been told that her grin was very frightening indeed. Right now, her grin seemed to be so scary that several of her classmates and 1-B students were actively backing away from her.  Sero had, in fact, let out a rather high-pitched shriek and leaped into Tensei Iida’s arms.   At least Izzy had stayed by her side.

“You’re being deliberately frightening again,” Izzy said.  There was a disapproving tone in her voice and Katsumi did feel a little bad about that.  Disappointing Izzy was not something she liked doing.  Maybe she could live with it for this the chance to teach the Shiketsu girl a lesson.

The giant girl was giving her a look that seemed to match her own.  She stepped into the ring and for the smallest of moments, Katsumi wondered if she wasn’t biting off more than she could chew.  Tatsuma’s overall build was comparable to her own.  Both of them were muscular, especially for women, though Katsumi’s build was the result of rigorous training and hard work.  She couldn’t tell it that was the case for Tatsuma or if it was related to her Quirk, not that she knew what that was. But Tatsuma had considerable height, reach, and weight on her.  Katsumi was the second shortest person in the class, only barely taller than the Loud Kid. But it wouldn’t be Womanly to step away from a fight, no matter how big the other person was.

She didn’t know what Tatsuma’s deal was, why she thought she was so much better than U.A. students. Izzy had said something about Tatsuma having a good reason, but she also didn’t especially care.  You disrespect her, you disrespect her friends, her school, she’d kick your ass, plain and simple.

“I look forward to educating you,” Tatsuma said.  She cracked her knuckles.  It was noisy. Definitely a show of intimidation. Katsumi approved of the strategy. If she was anyone else, it might have worked.  But she was too damn tough to be scared by some wannabe from some pretentious school like Shiketsu.  

“You can try,” Katsumi shot back. She rolled her neck casually, tensing the muscles in her arms. No backing down.  Never let them think they can intimidate you.  And give back as good as you got.  She shot back with a glare of her own.  It’d be a lot more satisfying to unleash some explosive hell on her, but punching would do pretty nicely.

“Oh hell no, this isn’t happening.”

Katsumi spun around, realizing it was Vanish Veil who had spoken.  What the hell?  This was like the time Toshi had tried to tell her that picking her battles didn’t mean she could pick all of them.  Why were people so opposed to her using violence on the deserving?

“You two’ll kill each other and nobody’ll learn anything,” Vanish Veil said, crossing her arms.  She sounded more annoyed than anything, but there was a little of what sounded like concern in her voice too.

“Don’t think I can take her, Old Lady?” Katsumi snapped.

“I told your dad I wouldn’t let you cause a scene, Brat,” Vanish Veil snapped back.  Katsumi’s usually ability to wind Mahoro up was failing her here, it seemed.  Damn it.

“You have a problem with my teaching choices?” Boost-Rush asked, approaching Vanish Veil. Katsumi could nearly hear the sneer in his voice. If she didn’t already know he was a Monoma, that would have confirmed it.

“Only when you don’t get the memo,” Vanish Veil told him flatly.  She walked over and poked him hard in the chest with a finger.  Her twintails swayed with the motion.  “Pick somebody else, you sanctimonious ass.”

Boost-Rush just laughed at that.  He was wearing his helmet, but Katsumi could hear the smugness in his voice.  “Oh, if you insist,” he said, sounding as though he was the one doing Vanish Veil a favor.  “Still… how about Park?”

Vanish Veil seemed to be weighing her options there, her mouth set in a frown.  “Yeah, okay… that’ll probably be all right…”

***

Well, at least she’d get to show up one of those Shiketsu kids, Katsumi thought.  Windbag was all right in extremely small doses, but the rest of them could go hang. Definitely time someone knocked one of them down a peg and she was very good at knocking.  Didn’t really matter which.   Could have just as easily been the pretty boy cat guy.  He’d have probably been real satisfying to punch.

Park…  Hmm.   Katsumi considered herself pretty decent at reading people.  Tatsuma was simmering fury, waiting to erupt, buried just barely below the surface.  A lot like herself, really.  Not that she’d admit that to anyone.  She went from zero to one hundred in no time, even when the situation didn’t really call for it.  It was pretty much a family trait.  She had it, Dad had it, the Hag had it.

Park, though, Park was a quieter kind of angry.  A cold one. As Katsumi began sizing her up, she wondered, possibly for the first time in her life, if she hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew.

“And begin!” Boost-Rush called out.

Katsumi got her hands up and she and Park circled each other cautiously, both looking for an opening. She’d taken some different martial arts classes as a kid and she had had plenty of instruction from Dad and Papa, Uncle Deku, and even Ojiro’s dad.  But overall, her style mostly focused on single, powerful moves, putting someone down with just a punch or two.  It was best to take them out before they had a chance to be a threat.  

“DIE!” she bellowed, throwing the first punch, a powerful left handed strike that had a lot of her weight behind it.  

Park sidestepped her blow and came in close.  Her hand snapped out and grabbed into the shirt of Katsumi’s gym uniform.  Before she could even react, Park’s leg shot up, slamming into her side several times in rapid succession.  Katsumi let out a growl and managed to shove her away, buying herself a little space.

“Okay,” she snarled.  Her side was protesting furiously as she kept moving. “You got one in. Congratulations.  But that’s all you’re going to get.”

Park’s expression didn’t change much, but one eyebrow raised slightly, as if to say I disagree.  She calmly took a couple side steps, her eyes maintaining that cold indifference. “Angry already? If being struck upsets you, then you’re aspiring to the wrong profession.”

Katsumi knew the other girl was trying to get in her head.  But knowing that didn’t make her any less angry about it.  “I don’t know about you,” she growled, “but I was born to fight.”  She shouldn’t have been talking either, she knew.  Wasted breath.  Maybe it worked for some people, like Horse Girl.  Katsumi would, under duress, admit that Mineta had made provocation a weapon she could use.  But that wasn’t her.

She charged, throwing a right hook at Park’s head.  Park’s head shot to the left, her hand coming up and grabbing Katsumi’s wrist. In a single fluid motion, she bent and twisted it. Pain shot up her arm light a bolt of lightning, overriding her rage, overriding everything except for the white-hot sensation of pain.  It felt like her wrist was one small increment of pressure away from snapping like a twig.

“I’m aware this would likely not work if you could use your Quirk, but since our esteemed instructors insist on this human cockfighting, I might as well emphasize their point. Though I suppose with your Sports Festival, you’re used to bread and circuses.” She twisted it more. “Perhaps if they bothered with a more extensive self-defense course this wouldn’t be necessary.”

Pain shot up Katsumi’s arm so intensely that she had to grind her teeth hard to keep from crying out. No way she’d give Park the satisfaction of hearing her scream.  What the hell kind of fighting style was this?  Aunt Ochaco had done a lot of the grab and flip stuff, but…

At least she still had her other hand free.  With Park’s attention on her other arm, Katsumi brought her left hand in low for a body blow.

Park saw the blow coming and released the hold, but she wasn’t not fast enough to dodge all of it. She let out a small growl as Katsumi’s strike connected, though it was more of a solid graze than a full hit. She moved with the dodge, twisting and sending a kick up at Katsumi’s head.

Even if she wasn’t using a Quirk, Katsumi had to admit that Park was fast.  Deceptively powerful too.  She might have been impressed, if she wasn’t so damned angry.  She saw the blow coming, fortunately, moving out of the way.  Her right arm still hurt from the wrist grab, meaning her options were limited, but she knew how to play through the pain.  She faked left, throwing a couple blows to try and get Park moving the way she wanted, then followed up with a roundhouse kick from the right.

Park had obviously been expecting punches, and hadn’t expected Katsumi to throw a proper kick. As she made to defend against the punches, the kick sent her down. She gathered herself quickly and rolled so that she came to be resting on the soles of her feet.

“That had to have been learned outside class.”  Her look was harsh, judgmental somehow. “Makes sense with the amount of enemies the child of a pro hero has.”

Park got up, her eyes narrowing. “But how will that do against someone who’s had enemies the moment they were born?” She darted toward Katsumi, looking to launch a kick, but instead threw a straight-forward punch like something out of a street fight.

Okay, what the hell was that supposed to mean?!  And sure, they’d all had some basic self-defense lessons, some of them more than others.  You heard horror stories about the kids of Pro-Heroes being threatened or kidnapped. A few of them had even come damn close to it.

The punch hurt, leaving Katsumi seeing stars, her vision swimming.  “You haven’t rung my bell yet,” she growled in the direction of what she hoped was the actual Park.  The world was spinning and it felt like a struggle to stay upright, but she forced herself to keep fighting.

She moved quickly this time, throwing one punch after another.  Not too much style, but plenty of power.  Park was good and, as much as it pained her to admit it, more technically proficient than she was.  But she had more raw power than the other girl.  She just needed one really good punch to make an end of it.

Park dodged the punches, attempting to once more grab and twist Katsumi’s arms. This time, she was ready for that crap and kept herself moving too quickly to be caught. Katsumi’s style may have been straightforward, but the speed was forcing Park to stay on the defensive.

***

‘This is stupid. Beating each other for the sake of some trite lesson that could easily be fixed with a proper martial training program. Look at them: So self-important while others are thrown aside.’ Park’s thoughts raged through her mind. She cast a glimpse once more at Boost-Rush. ‘Alright you son of a bitch. You put a child in this situation.  Don’t whine at me when the expected happens.’

***

Park darted as if dodging again, but grabbed the waistband of Katsumi’s pants, using the leverage to throw her down. It was a hard, bone rattling impact that knocked her senseless for a moment.  Katsumi’s first instinct, drilled into her, is to protect her head, but Park snarled and instead threw a kick at her back.

The kick hurts, Katsumi’s damn sure that was one of her kidneys.  The pain kept her down even as she tried to get herself back up.  There wasno way she’s going to let herself be beaten like this.  She’s one of the toughest damn U.A. students there is.  Daughter of two Top Ten Heroes.  Practitioner of the Art of Womanly Living.  And when it comes to a fight, she doesn’t quit.  Ever.

“You’re going down!” she screams, forcing herself back to her feet, swinging wildly.

“That’s my line.” Park dodged to the side again.  Her arm shot out like a stone from a sling and grabbed Katsumi’s arm, wrapping her fingers around it in an iron grip.  She twisted it, and used the momentum to drive Katsumi into the ground. Park hung onto her arm this time, pulling it back and locking in her grip behind Katsumi’s back.

***

A little more torque and she could easily break it. For a moment she felt herself wanting to. To share even a small ounce of the suffering. She looked into the crowd, and saw the kind rock girl who shared her faith. Akaya. She looked concerned and scared for her classmate.

“I’m not as good a Christian as I’d like to be.” She had told Akaya that. She turned away from her, looked at Katsumi’s struggling face, then looked back at the U.A. students and Rookies. She let go of Katsumi.

***

“This is stupid. Find another pawn.” Park then got up and walked toward her classmates, then past them entirely.   Tatsuma tried to stop her, but she brushed her off.

Katsumi forced herself to her feet, her limbs absolutely aching.  “Get… get back here,” she started to growl, eyes locked on Park’s retreating form.  “I… I can do this… all day…”

She couldn’t lose to some pretentious Shiketsu brat.  And she definitely wasn’t losing to someone who wouldn’t even stick around to assure their victory.  Who just gave up in the middle of a fight like that?  Especially one they were winning?  None of it added up.

Wasn’t she worthy of fighting?  Or finishing off?  

What the hell was wrong with Park?!

Someone helped her to her feet.  It was the Old Lady.  Of course. “I’m fine,” she grunted.  A lie.  She was not fine.  She didn’t think anything was broken, but she could practically feel the bruises growing in all kinds of uncomfortable places.  There was still pain radiating from where she’d been kicked and she was still seeing double.  

“You’re not fine,” Vanish-Veil said, sounding guilty.  “C’mon. We’ll get you to my brother. Hopefully before your dad finds out about this…”

***

“She… she lost,” Toshi said, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.  The fight had been incredibly short, but incredibly brutal. It’d been deeply uncomfortable, even unsettling to watch. He’d wanted to intervene, no matter how much Katsumi would have yelled at him for it, but the sheer brutality had left him paralyzed where he stood.  He was sure if it hadn’t been so quick, the Rookies surely would have intervened…/

It was only then that he realized that his arm was hurting and had been for some time. “Izumi…?”

“What?  Oh!  Oh my…!” Izumi quickly released her death grip on his arm and he could feel the circulation returning to it. Izumi was willowy and often looked like she’d blow over in a strong breeze, but she apparently had ferocious grip strength.  “I’m so sorry, Toshi…”

He shook his head. “It’s okay.  I think we were all a little shellshocked.”

“I don’t believe it,” Haimawari said.  He was shivering, Toshi realized, and then realized he was too.  Izumi must have been drawing in heat as she’d grown more and more frightened for Katsumi.  “I saw it, but I still don’t believe it.”

Toshi never would have thought it possible either.  He’d seen Katsumi lose, of course.  The two of them were about evenly matched when they’d sparred in the past and he’d won about as many as he lost.  And, of course, Katsumi had lost against Izumi during the Sports Festival.  But those had been friendly competitions, between people who had known each other for years.  This had been different.  This had been a beating.

Both Katsumi and Park had been looking to prove something, even if he wasn’t entirely sure what it was for Park.  He knew already, that Tatsuma didn’t think especially high of them.  But it didn’t look like Park did either.  He’d spent of a lot of time thinking over Tatsuma’s reasons for disliking the Hero System and what this class represented, and was still grappling with those.  But he didn’t know what drove Park, not yet.  

Katsumi, he knew, just wanted to prove she was better than the Shiketsu students. They’d gone after her pride and she really wasn’t the best decision maker where that was concerned.

He was also fairly certain this wasn’t something he could fix, wasn’t something he could make right. That was a hard admission for him to make.  Dad had always said you couldn’t save everyone but that you still had to try. He’d thought maybe he could still try here, but after this…

Katsumi was his friend. And she was confident and powerful. She was one of the best fighters in the class, with a strong Quirk and an iron will.  Even in friendly sparring with him, she just took every loss as a way to get stronger still.  To see her humbled like that…

“Is it over?”  Shota asked.  Toshi looked over and jerked with surprise as he saw that Shota had his eyes scrunched up tight, with his hands over his ears.

Asuka put a reassuring arm around his shoulders.  “It’s all right,” she told Shota, gently removing his hand from over his right ear with her other hand.  “You can look now.”

“She didn’t win, did she?”

“I am afraid not,” Asuka replied.  

“This will not be good,” Izumi said, worry filling her soft voice.  “Even though her injuries can be treated, Katsumi will treat this as a grievous wound to her pride and a personal insult besides.  She won’t let that go any time soon.  And I fear what she may try in retaliation.”

“She’s right,” Asuka said. She chirped softly and worriedly. “Izumi, Toshi, you know her the best. What do we do?”

Toshi frowned. Tatsuma and Katsumi had been ready to tear each other apart, before Aunt Mahoro had intervened.  She hadn’t objected to Park, but…

If they didn’t do something to try and buy a little peace with the Shiketsu students, then someone was just going to get hurt worse.  

Looking around, he could see, not just the concern, but the anger, on so many of his classmates’ faces. Even many of the 1-B students looked disturbed by it, especially Monoma and Kana.  

Of the Shiketsu students, only Tatsuma and Yoarashi were there.  Park had walked off somewhere, and Tsuchikawa and the spider-girl were with one of the other training groups.  Tatsuma was looking vaguely smug and satisfied, though Toshi couldn’t help but notice that she was also looking off in the direction Park had left. Yoarashi had gone pale and oddly quiet. Toshi didn’t know him as well as some of his friends, but he’d still known him for years.  Yoarashi didn’t do quiet.

If they didn’t do something to try and make peace with the Shiketsu students, someone was going to get hurt.

Get hurt worse, he realized, as Aunt Mahoro led Katsumi away.

“Oookay,” Boost-Rush said, much of his earliest bravado gone.  “That’s… that’s enough direct sparring for today.  Why don’t we break into small groups to work on what’ve learned so far.”

A stupid, desperate plan dropped into his mind.  He couldn’t exactly slip away, but… “I hate to ask you to lie,” Toshi whispered to Izumi, “but…”

Izumi nodded.  She grasped his plan without him having to even say it.  They’d been friends a long time.  He wasn’t as close to her as Katsumi was, he wasn’t sure anyone could be as close as the two of them were, but Izumi was still one of his best friends.  Hell, after a hopeless childhood crush on Nejire Togata, he’d had a crush on Izumi for a little while too, though he’d never worked up the courage to ask her out or anything.  If nothing else, Katsumi’s looming presence in both their lives had made it clear if anyone really loved Izumi, it was her.

“I do believe I’m feeling a bit of a flare up,” she said, stretching exaggeratedly.  I should probably go get checked out.”

***

Izumi arrived at the first aid station that Bioshock had set up.  The Metabolic Hero was laying hands on Katsumi as she approached and she could see her friend’s bruises start to fade already and a bit of her color return. Bioshock’s Quirk was not quite the cure-all that Doctor Izumi’s was, but it was still very effective.  She knew now, from what she had read, that he had run himself ragged during Plague’s assault on Japan, pushing himself nearly to death’s door until Uncle Izuku and his sister had literally had to drag him away from the hospital wards.  

“Okay,” Bioshock told Katsumi, “I think that should be good.  Nothing broken, thank goodness.”  His features darkened.  “What the hell was Boost-Rush thinking?  Dammit…”

He shook his head, his eyes going wide as he realized he’d spoken out loud.  “My apologies.  That was unprofessional.”

Katsumi waved him off. “Eh, you said what you said, Doc. Own it.”  Her red eyes had locked with Izumi’s.  For all the fierceness and bravado Katsumi put on for the rest of the world, Izumi could easily tell when she was faking it.  Such as now.

“Oh, hey, Todoroki,” Bioshock said when he noticed her.  “Everything all right?”

“I’m feeling a bit fatigued,” Izumi told him.  She spoke each word carefully, trying to project some measure of exhaustion into her voice.  She was tired, but not that tired.  “I fear this new schedule is playing havoc with my body.”

Bioshock looked between her and Katsumi for a moment, then his expression changed ever so slightly. “Oh, sure,” he said.  “Let me go check the coolers, see if we’ve got anything with some electrolytes for you.  Why don’t you keep Kirishima-Bakugo company while I’m gone?”  He gave them a little wave as he walked off.

Katsumi just gave her a look as she took a seat next to her, in one of the small folding chairs.  It wasn’t especially comfortable, but that was of little importance.  “You are the worst liar I have ever met, Iz.”

“What?” Izumi asked. “But Bioshock…”

“He was humoring you, Iz.”

Oh.  Well.  She supposed that was all right.  She was still able to achieve her goal of getting to talk to Katsumi.  Though perhaps she could work on the lying? Heroes did need to sometimes, well, not exactly lie, but certainly project more hope and certainty than they might have been otherwise feeling.

“Are you all right?” she asked instead.  “Not physically,” she added quickly.  “That much I could see.”

Katsumi looked down at the dirt.  “That wasn’t a fight, Iz.”  The words were said so quietly that Izumi could barely hear her.  

“That level of brutality was well outside the bounds of a friendly spar,” she agreed.  “Though you too were quite ready to rise to violence.”

Katsumi’s head snapped up, a snarl starting to pull at her lips.  “Damn right I was.  Did you see the way that giant was looking down her nose at us?  She disrespected me and she disrespected the school.  I had to teach one of them a lesson.”

“Did you?” Izumi asked, when she was certain Katsumi’s rant had finished.  “Or were you just seeking conflict?”

“So I like a good fight,” Katsumi replied, looking rather annoyed still.  “Is that a crime?”

“How badly would you have hurt one of them?” Izumi asked instead.  Answering Katsumi’s question would do no good to anyone, and likely lead to a very circular conversation.  Sometimes you had to point Katsumi in the direction you wanted her to go. Even if you usually had to make her think it was her idea.

“Broken nose, maybe,” Katsumi said, shrugging.  “I just really wanted to punch one of them.”

She sighed.  “But that wasn’t a fight, Iz.  That was a damned beatdown.  She was toying with me.  Whatever damn style she was practicing, it’s damn good at causing a lot of pain.  And… she’s better than me.”

Katsumi trailed off. She’d said something, but so softly that Izumi couldn’t hear it.  “I’m sorry,” she said, “what?”

“I said she’s better than me!” Katsumi snapped.  “She could have kicked my ass from here back to U.A., up and down both sides of the street, easy.  But she wanted to make it hurt and she wanted to make sure everybody saw it.”  Her fists were clenched hard, her knuckles going white.  “This wasn’t even about putting me in my place.  She was making a damned statement.  Hell if I know what it was though…”

Katsumi bolted up out of her chair suddenly, grabbing it and spinning around sharply, letting it go flying through the air.  It landed several feet away, bouncing a few times before it finally stopped.   Izumi would give her friend credit: she’d expected it to explode.

Katsumi was visibly shaking and Izumi rose to embrace her.  Katsumi’s strong arms soon found their way around her and Katsumi’s head came to rest against her.  As Izumi held her, Katsumi’s shaking began to subside.  

“I’m supposed to be the toughest woman around here, Iz,” Katsumi said quietly, but there was a growing fire to her words.  “This isn’t over.”

Katsumi was right. For more reasons than she thought. If they didn’t do something soon, to try and bridge the gap between the two schools, things could very likely explode, in more ways than one.

[were-all-going-to-hell-goodbye]

👊🙏 for the BNHA asks?

Don’t judge me

👊 - If you learned how to shift, who would you fight on sight?

Fucking Bakugou, and I like him! It’s just, if he calls me an extra we gon hafta throw hands. I would probably lose, but that doesn’t mean shit. He is only like 1 or 2 inches taller than me so he better be prepared for me to punch him in the face if he try me. But I love him tho, 8/10 would be friends.

I would fucking fight All Might, no hands down. I don’t like him most of the time and that’s on trust issues

I would curb stomp m*neta’s balls and I don’t mean the ones on his head

The first time Monoma looks at me stupid, he’s getting bitch slapped, no hesitation

Me and Endeavor fist fighting

🙏 - Why did you get in trouble with Dadzawa?                                                      

Probably for fighting Bakugou in class. Or doing some shit I wasn’t supposed to with Denki and Sero. I can vividly picture myself getting in trouble for being in the vents and scaring people. That or becuase I keep jumping out of windows

[momostodoroki]

lord knows i’ve failed you time and again (but you and me are alright)

so i absolutely forgot to post this fic i wrote inspired by @vertigospirit‘s lovely art which everyone should be fawning over imho

so anyways enjoy fighting!shoto and stressed-out-because-of-him!momo, they’re my babies i adore them

-

 '"Oh, not again, Todoroki-san."

 Yaoyorozu's tone is mildly scolding. He's sitting in the nurse's office despite his protests that his split lip and bleeding nose don't actually bother him.      You should have seen the other guy    , he tells his black-haired classmate as she dabs at his lips with antiseptic. When she presses the cotton swab against his lips instead of scolding him, he holds back a groan and chuckles so he can see her cheeks color with irritation at his carelessness.

 The truth is, Shouto doesn't know why he keeps getting into fights. He knows      when     it started (it involves the birth of his scar and a life-changing visit from CPS), and he knows the only person he's hurting is himself (and hey, also the douche who called his mom a psycho), but every time his common sense tells him to take the high road, there's an image of his father commending him for 'upholding the family name' and he just… loses it. Next thing he knows, he's sitting in the school principal's office, waiting for Fuyumi to pick him up.

 He also doesn't know how he ended up bagging Yaoyorozu's friendship. He remembers her in the school entrance exams, proud but humble about her first place - an odd amalgamation of what his life could have been like, had his father not been so incredibly shitty. He also remembers her falling apart in their seventh year project for Mr. Aizawa's class, and supporting her through it. Next thing he knew, they went from saying 'good morning' from neighboring seats to spending the evenings studying together.

 It's not like he doesn't like it. He's come to enjoy Yaoyorozu's presence in his life just as much if not more than that of his other close friends: Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka. Shoto knows he can trust her.

 Especially at times like the one he's in right now, when the school nurse has all but given up on him (      I literally just treated that split lip last week, Todoroki-kun    , she'd said upon his entrance) and he's kind of a chicken about applying disinfectants. She shows up out of nowhere, school jacket forgone in the temperate spring days, hair held up in a no-nonsense ponytail. When she treats him, her hands are tender but precise, and it makes a weird warmth settle under his ribcage.

 "Todoroki-san, please stop looking for trouble." she chides, sitting beside him as she's done looking after him. Shouto would never admit it, but when Yaoyorozu looks at him with a mixture of annoyance and exasperated fondness the way she is doing right then, he's thankful that the nurse refuses to treat him anymore.

 "It's nothing." he replies, offering her an only slightly bloodied smile. "Don't worry."

 Yaoyorozu's brow furrows. They've had this conversation a hundred times - sometimes over tea, sometimes sitting down at the park while petting whatever stray cat has approached them that particular time. She hates his getting into fights, hates seeing him bruised and having to watch as his sister takes him home to get yet another 'talking to' from his father.

 (but Shouto loves the adrenaline, loves disappointing his father and, most importantly, loves having her over to bring him their homework when he's dismissed early.)

 "You're going to be the death of me." She declares, standing up and offering him her hand.

 "Or someone else, probably." he quips, following her to lunch. She gets him cold soba, and Shouto ends up thinking it's her who is going to kill him.

  -

He's really done it this time.

 Momo is standing in Todoroki-san's room, watching his sister dab ointment on the swollen skin around his left eye.      Well    , she thinks,      at least whoever he fought this time had the decency to punch him in a discrete place.  

 Todoroki-san is Momo's favorite person in the whole world. She thinks she started developing feelings for him sometime between their weekly study sessions in eighth grade and the silent but unwavering support he provided when she and her team participated in the school sports festival against Itsuka Kendo-San from class 1B. But even obviating the romantic aspect of her feelings for him, Todoroki-san is just… dependable.

 Or he would be, if she didn't have to constantly look out for him to make sure he hasn't gotten into yet another fight. She sort of gets why he does it, though not really. She knows he has a complicated family history and trusts he will tell her about it if he ever needs to or feels comfortable doing it - and for her, that is enough.

 But he's been doing so good lately, barely even gotten into a fight in almost a month. She thinks it has something to do with his last fight being against Midoriya, and the conversation that followed. He's even seemed… Happier. Not happy exactly, but more relaxed, softer around the edges.

 Momo has always admired his serious personality, but privately thought he seemed lonely. She'd felt happy to see him open up, to see him direct small smiles at her from the other side of the cafeteria. Elated to know, without a single ounce of proof, that the tingling sensation at the nape of her neck was from him having touched her hair in passing as he exited their classroom.

 She'd even begun believing he might reciprocate her feelings. She'd finally managed to ask him, heart pounding in her ears, if he'd like to grab a bite sometime, and he'd said yes without a blink of his mismatched eyes. When she'd rushed to clarify that she meant her offer in a more-than-friendly way, and he'd very faintly blushed before reassuring her that the answer was still affirmative, she had been sure this was the start of something new for them.

 And then he goes and stands her up in favor of getting into yet another fight. Momo is going to kill him - bust first she's going to get some answers.

 -

Fuyumi is the worst sister in the world.

 A great big sister wouldn't have let Yaoyorozu in. Instead, Fuyumi leads her into his bedroom and, as soon as she's done putting ointment on his bruise, leaves them alone, door closed behind her. She is      not     getting a birthday present from him.

 Yaoyorozu sits on his desk chair. For a moment, neither of them says anything: her looking straight at him with those big onyx eyes, him looking everywhere but at her. Eventually, Shoto hears her sigh, and then she speaks.

 "I waited for you outside of school." she says, and Shoto can just picture her wearing the very same red turtleneck and black skirt and standing by the door, onyx eyes hopeful. He feels like an even bigger douche, letting some idiot get the best of him and in doing so, letting her down.

 " I'm sorry I missed our date, Yaoyorozu." Shouto says, pulling at a loose thread on his blue sweater's sleeve. "I was looking forward to it."

 "May I ask why, if that was the case, you missed it?"

 Shouto thinks that if she knew, Yaoyorozu would forgive him. But he doesn't want Yaoyorozu to hear the way that disgusting jerk talked about her. He lowers his eyes, looking at her fisted hands.

 "A guy said some things about me and I… lost control." it is, technically, not a lie, but he doesn't think it's enough of the truth to salvage their budding relationship.

 "Todoroki-san…"she laments, digging into her forehead with the heel of her hand. "How many times will I have to ask you to stop getting into trouble?"

 She leaves not long after that, and though Shouto is rarely ever cold, the room seems to lose warmth without her.

-

Momo's heart is going to explode.

 She's searched and searched around the school, but she can't find Todoroki-san. She knows, realistically, that this can wait until tomorrow. She is also aware that her parents would greatly disapprove of the way she is running around and interrupting conversations and classes just to find one boy - but she might actually shatter into pieces if she doesn't talk to Todoroki-san right now.

 Because he didn't not want to show up to the date. He was freshening up after basketball practice when some idiot from class 1B started talking about how Todoroki-san had 'bagged the hottest chick in their year' and 'totally' needed to 'share the deets on her bod when he was done with her'. Todoroki-san, her kind, caring Todoroki-san, hadn't been willing to humor that douche's disgusting comments. He had fought Monoma and beat him to a bloody pulp, but had to face detention and pay for the guy's hospital bills. That's why he'd stood her up.

 And after a week of barely talking, Ashido-San had finally had enough, and let her in on the incident (which she'd learned through Kirishima-san). Needless to say, this information gave Momo a different perspective.

 So she runs, to no avail because he's nowhere to be found, and neither are her friends, so she starts the way back home. When she's waiting for her ride, she notices a commotion in the school's adjoining park. There's a crowd surrounding something, or rather some people , as she finds out when she approaches. One of the people in question is Todoroki-san, shirtless and with a gash on his arm, green uniform pants stained with dirt. The other one is a short freshman with purple hair, clearly in over his head in regards to the fight. Covering her mouth with one hand in worry, Momo approaches the fight. She doesn't notice the way the crowd parts for her, but she does feel a spark of anger ignite in the pit of her stomach.

 Soon she is at the edge of the circle, close enough that when Todoroki-san throws a punch and hits the shorter guy square in the jaw, she can't help but yell his name in horror.

 "Yaoyorozu?" Todoroki-san asks, looking around for her. She's so mad at him for getting into yet another fight and also being so hot while not wearing a shirt, so she channels that anger into grabbing him by the hand and running towards the thicker part of the little wood in the park.

 Once they're alone, she lets the anger blaze.

 "Do you have a death wish? Are you out of your mind? Is this how you're going to be all of high school?" she scolds, holding one shoulder in her arm and poking his chest with every question. "I am      tired    of watching you hurt yourself, Todoroki-san."

 "Yaoyorozu…"

 "I'm not done! I know you fought Monoma-san and stood me up because he was being disgusting about me. I would have appreciated it being you who told me that instead of Ashido-san" she tells him, narrowing her eyes at him. In response to that, Todoroki-san's cheeks turn faint pink, and he looks away in apparent embarrassment.

 "I'm sorry, Yaoyorozu." he apologizes.

 "But Todoroki-san… Does this mean you didn't just get into a fight to let me down gently?" she asks, looking at him, her onyx eyes full of hope.

 "Of course not." he replies firmly. "Yaoyorozu, I would have never consented to a date with you if I weren't sincerely, positively interested in you."

 And then she's kissing him. It's the single most impulsive, inappropriate thing she has ever done. Her etiquette tutors would have her head. But it's also the greatest thing she's ever done. Especially when Todoroki-san gets over the shock and holds her cheek with one warm hand as he returns the kiss. Meanwhile the other, oddly cooler hand undoes her ponytail so he can tangle his fingers in her hair.

 There's so much still wrong with them, but in that moment, everything is perfect.

 "Todoroki-san?" she calls after they part.

 "Yes, Yaoyorozu?"

 "Are you okay?"

 "Don't worry." he reassures her, taking her hand in his as they walk back to procure his shirt. "I'm doing just fine."

 And he really is.

[thelazyhermits]

A Strong Determination

Once again, I come bearing a drabble featuring a lovely lady from 1-A. It’s a little shorter than the last one, but I hope y’all will enjoy it! ^^

This drabble takes place between chapters 37 and 38 of TABF.

About a week after Class 1-A starts training to develop their super moves for the provisional license exam, you get an unexpected request from one of your students.

“Y/N-sensei!”

At the sound of Hagakure’s shout, you turn to see the invisible girl, clad in her hero costume, running toward you. You tilt your head curiously when she comes to a stop before you. “What’s up, Hagakure? You need me for something?”

Thanks to the visor she’s wearing, you can see how eagerly she’s nodding her head at your question. “Will you help me improve my hand-to-hand combat skills?!”

While the other teachers watch the proceedings with either curiosity or amusement, you just blink, so surprised that you need a second before you can properly respond. “Uhhh, sure? But, aren’t you practicing your super moves now? Or, are you wanting to incorporate hand-to-hand combat into a super move?”

She shakes her head. “That’s not it. It’s true I’m working on my super moves, but I don’t want to do just that to prepare for the provisional license exam.”

Her hands clench into fists as she holds them up in a determined pose. “Whenever you train with one of us, you always like to focus on fighting without Quirks. You always say it’s important not to rely on just our Quirks and to have lots of skills under our sleeves. I never really gave that much thought about it until you said that, but I realized you were right.”

As you stare at her with surprise, Hagakure continues, “After all, my Quirk won’t be able to help me against everyone. What if I have to fight someone who has a Quirk that gives them thermal vision or someone with a super sense of smell? Or, what if they have a bat Quirk that allows them to use echolocation? My Quirk can’t hide me from that!”

Your expression turns amused as she starts energetically waving her arms as she talks. “You’ve given this a lot of thought, haven’t you?”

Hagakure nods, “After hearing you say how it’s important not to rely solely on our Quirks, I started thinking about what I’d do if I was in a situation where I couldn’t rely on my Quirk. Once I realized that I didn’t have any aces up my sleeves to handle a situation like that, I decided that I needed some. That’s why I want to start off by improving my hand-to-hand combat skills.”

The invisible girl sighs, “All this time, I’ve relied on just my invisibility for my fights, trusting that my punches will always land since they can’t be seen. I thought I’d be fine just knowing how to punch, so I never tried to actually learn proper martial arts. And, I never considered how to guard against an attack ‘cause I thought I would never need to.”

She raises a clenched fist and starts shaking it in the air. “But, that ends today! I wanna become stronger! So strong that it won’t matter if they can see me ‘cause I’ll still come out on top!”

To think, your words had such a strong impact on the invisible girl. You never expected your students to take your words to heart like she did, but it makes you really happy to hear that her desire to further improve her skill set is a result of something you said.

A warm smile forms on your lips as you move to pat her head. “In that case, I’d be more than happy to help you out.”

While she cheers at the news, you chance a glance at the other teachers and see an amused Aizawa and Ectoplasm watching while Midnight and Yagi are giving you a thumbs up. An amused huff passes your lips as you motion for Hagakure to follow you to an open area far enough away from the rest of the students that you won’t have to worry about getting accidentally hit by a stray attack.

As the two of you are walking, you ask, “So, what made you wanna ask me instead of one of the other teachers? I’m not exactly an expert at fighting, you know.”

Even after finding out about your past, you still feel that way about yourself since you have a strong feeling that you didn’t win your cage matches just because you were the superior fighter. Of course, you have no proof to support your theory since you can’t really remember a lot about those days thanks to your amnesia, but even so, you really do think your hunch is right. 

Your student’s voice draws you out of your thoughts. “I did think about asking Aizawa-sensei, but after I remembered how much fun Ojiro-kun, Tokoyami-kun, and Kirishima-kun had sparring with you and how they learned so much from those spars, I really wanted to try training with you. I think I could learn a lot from you, Sensei!”

Warmth bubbles in your chest at her words. You never expected to be sought out by a student for this kind of help when other more efficient teachers were available, so it’s really surreal, hearing that Hagakure chose you, of all people, to ask for help with her training.

Of course, it also makes you incredibly happy. There’s nothing you love more than being relied on by your students, so you’re more than willing to lend a hand to help them in their pursuits to become the next generation of amazing heroes. 

Smiling, you sling an arm across the shorter girl’s shoulders and give her a quick side hug. “I’ll work hard to meet those expectations of yours, Hagakure. I’ll do my best to make sure you’re ready for whatever the exam throws your way.”

There’s a noticeable bounce to her step, revealing how excited she is. “I’ll work hard too, Sensei! I wanna learn as much as I can, so I’ll be ready for anything!”

Not long after that, you both arrive at a suitable practice area, and you and Hagakure start stretching. Once that’s done, you begin the lesson by working on her fighting stance and making little corrections here and there.

It’s a really good thing that Hagakure got a proper hero costume since it would definitely have been harder to teach her if all you could see were her hands and feet. Thanks to her new costume, you can get a proper read of her stance to see what areas need improvement.

After you’re sure there’s nothing else to worry about as far as her stance is concerned, you start showing her the moves Aizawa taught you, figuring that working on her self defense skills first is the way to go. Since sparring helped Monoma a lot with getting the hang of things, you eventually start doing that with Hagakure.

Just like your spars with Monoma, you don’t have much difficulty defeating Hagakure. While she does have hand-to-hand combat experience, just as she told you earlier, the invisible girl has always relied on the element of surprise provided by her Quirk when using hand-to-hand combat, so she’s not used to opponents being able to dodge her attacks nor does she have experience with facing counterattacks. 

So, it’s not surprising that she’d be at a disadvantage in this situation since you can clearly see where her attacks are coming from because you instructed her to keep her costume visible for the duration of the training session. As a result, your student is definitely in unfamiliar territory right now.

Yet, despite this, Hagakure remains as energetic as ever, never appearing disappointed about her losses. Rather, you’d say she becomes more determined after each spar. You can tell she’s really trying her best to get the hang of things and improve herself.

Seeing your student working so hard, you can’t help but feel proud of her. Just from watching her, it’s obvious how determined she is to accomplish her dreams and become a hero. 

Hagakure really is a strong girl. Because you know that, you have no worries about her future. She will definitely become an amazing hero.

And, you’ll be supporting her all the way. After all, that’s what teachers are for.

[randomguywithwords]

Thanks For The Assist Chapter 1 (Itsuka X Neito)

26/5/20 Update: Posted on AO3 with the proper edits (I hope I got them all). https://archiveofourown.org/works/24384310/chapters/58814230 . Enjoy!

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The stage meant something to Neito Monoma. It was a platform for performance, for showmanship, for bedazzling and leaving your audience awestruck. But it was also a place to wear a mask, or several. The character on the stage is not the same as the actor leaving it, no matter how dedicated they are to the role. 

And as a famous playwright said, “All the world’s a stage, and the men and women merely players.” 

As he walked to the test ground, he surveyed the crowd. A large ensemble cast present, all doing their own thing. Some were concentrating in silence, some looked as though they were about to breakdown (stage fright, he smirked), and others were engaged in excited conversation.

He wondered how many of those faces were masks. Perhaps the nervous-looking ones were simply trying to let their competitors’ guards down so they could upstage them in the midst of the exam. The ones chatting – he saw their masks just fine. It could not have been more plainer. All of them were thinking the same thing, Will I beat you?

Exams were like that. A cutthroat competition, and he played along. He wouldn’t be able to do anything first but watch the rest use their quirks. 

His lips widened into a grin as he overheard a conversation behind him. Some side character talking about his quirk. “I can launch any object I pick up at high velocity! This test’s gonna be easy dude!” 

Spinning around with invigorated interest, he gave a light slap on the guy’s back and smiled. “Dude, that’s an awesome quirk! You just gotta throw it?”

The student looked startled at first, but quickly put on his cordial mask. “Yeah!” 

“Wow, I’d wish you good luck, but I don’t think you’d need it!” Monoma stroked that student’s ego, eliciting a prideful look from him. Neito could practically see the plot device’s chest inflate twice as large. 

Then, as he bent down to pick up a couple of stones, he heard the buzzing of the horn. Then it was a race, as the crowd of students poured through the gates like the bulls at Pamplona, leaving Monoma behind with the slower lot.

He’d have to work out if he got in. 

Dashing into an alleyway, away from the rabble, he grinned as he encountered a 3-pointer. Feeling his stolen quirk activating, his fingertips ignited with a warm feeling as the stone in his hands grew warmer with kinetic energy. With a yell, he threw his pebble straight at the robot point-blank.

And watched in a mix of horror and embarrassment as the pebble sailed just past its head, disappearing into the sky. 

He had to throw another one to take it down in a shower of sparks. 

“My accuracy needs work too, apparently.” He sighed as he moved on. He had around 4 minutes left on that quirk, and with luck, he could net a decent amount of points before he had to take someone else’s. 

The next few minutes he spent chucking random objects at whatever robots he could find, whether they were stones or pieces of metal from the robot corpses. 

As he sniped one from 20 metres away in a stroke of luck, the person who had been attacking that robot turned back to glare at him with venom. He shrugged it off. Part of the game, pal. 

He heard that person shout, “Don’t steal my points, asshole!” but he was already moving on to the next. 

Not very hero-like, buddy, he quipped, but didn’t say it. Then he growled in annoyance as he realised his time was running out. 10 seconds, tops.

With a last throw, the quirk ran out of time. Damn, I need another person –

And a Deus Ex Machina appeared in the form of a figure slamming a robot on the ground beside him – a figure with abnormally large hands and long orange hair tied into a ponytail. Ah, thanks. 

“Sorry about this.” Neito felt awkward touching a girl, but in the heat of battle, he hoped she wouldn’t mind. He tapped her left hand (it wasn’t hard), and dashed off before she could reply. 

Enlarging both his hands, he raked aside an oncoming 1-pointer and slammed another into the ground like a pancake. 

Damn, this is weird to control. It’s not that much heavier, but swinging it gives too much momentum. 

Could he shrink his hands down? He didn’t dare try it, for fear he couldn’t enlarge them again. 

“Watch out!” He turned to see a 2-pointer barrelling towards him get punched into a building by that girl, spraying dust eveywhere.

“Thanks,” Monoma said, Point-stealer. I would’ve gotten it anyway. Gritting his teeth, he charged into another onslaught of robots. He wouldn’t lose to that side character. He was going to pass this test. 

He spent the remaining time wielding his hands as weaponry before switching to another quirk, some fireball quirk. And then one that threw porcupine quills. 

By the end of the exam marked by the horn, he collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion. His arms were sore, his hands were even worse, having to adapt (which was partially unsuccessful, he might add) to the quirks he’d taken. His hands were singed slightly from wielding fire, bruised from punching robots and bleeding slightly from where the quills were shot out. Not to mention the first quirk he had taken that made his arms ache. 

Gratefully, he took the candy that some of the robot helpers were offering – they claimed it would help with their injuries. He watched some of the other students eat it first before munching down on his. Could be some sedative or poison. 

He sighed, chuckling to himself at his overdramatisation, but it faded as he spotted a glare from the corner of his eye. 

It was that person that he took the two points from. Pretending he hadn’t noticed, he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall to rest. 

After waiting for a minute or two, the loudspeaker blasted Present Mic’s voice, telling them that they could leave the exam venue. 

Getting to his feet, Monoma shuffled out alongside the many other tired ones, stifling a yawn. He prayed he did enough. He had lost count of his points midway through. 

He was nearing the train station, trailing through a parkway when he saw a couple of familiar faces in a reflection off a dustbin. Shit, it’s those guys.

They were following him. His eyes flickered to the sides. No one, huh? That’s convenient for them. I just gotta make it to the station. 

But those behind him knew it too. The footsteps sprang into a sprint as a hand latched onto him and dragged him to a stop. 

“What?” Neito scowled as he faced Fireball and Guy-Who-He-Took-Points-From, and a couple more. 

“We were talking, apparently you took our quirks and stole some of out points. We wanna settle the score.” 

“How barbaric.” Neito said with a bored tone, incensing them into expressions of rage. I touched that guy, what’s his quirk? I don’t recognise him. 

He noticed that a few of them were wearing the same uniform. Presumably they were Fireball’s goons. Classic. 

“Get him.” Fireball’s orders sent the two goons to grab Neito’s arms. 

Fuck, should I just use whatever quirk he has? 

“Hey!” A feminine voice rang out, drawing the attention of all of them to it behind them. Monoma’s eyes widened in realisation as he placed her as that girl with big hands. “Get off him!” 

“Get out of here, girl. This doesn’t concern you.” GWHTPF (Monoma abbreviated it) gave a dismissive wave. 

“I already took a picture of you lot. I’ll send it to U.A if you guys don’t leave him alone now.” She held her phone up to signify her threat. 

The colour drained from their faces as they quickly backed off. “Alright, alright,” Fireball said, chuckling with laced worry. “Just delete that picture, and we’ll call it even.” 

The girl did a couple of taps and showed a blank photo library to them. “Done, now get out.” 

They might not keep up their end of the deal, Monoma thought. Jerks like them never do. 

But to his bewilderment, they actually stalked off with constricted fury in the opposite direction (all this walking just to beat me up? Neito scoffed internally), leaving just the girl and him, who helped him up. 

“Thanks,” Monoma said truthfully. “I assume you have a score to settle with me as well?”

The girl frowned. “No? Why would I?”

“Those guys were pissed I stole points and their quirks during the exam.” 

“I see, so that’s your quirk? You take other people’s quirks?” She pocketed her phone. Before he could respond, she followed up, “Are you heading to the station too?”

“Yeah.” The two continued down the path. “To both questions, but I don’t take them. I just borrow them for a short while.”

“I see.” She pouted. “I thought I met someone with a similar quirk to mine. I’m slightly disappointed.”

Neito chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint. My name’s Neito Monoma, by the way.”

“Itsuka Kendo.” She gave a smile, and Neito was confused to see that it wasn’t a mask. Was she always this friendly to strangers? 

“So you took some of their points?” Itsuka’s question sounded more like an interrogation. 

“Well, y’know, it’s part of the exam.” He shrugged. “I’m desperate.”

“Fair enough, I suppose,” She said. Neito studied her expression. She looked like she had something to say, but didn’t. 

“Your quirk was the hardest to get used to, though. I have no clue how you do it,” Neito said, changing the subject. 

Itsuka rubbed her head bashfully. “Yeah, it took me a while to learn how to use it well. Hope you enjoyed the trial run.”

“Does that mean there’s a subscription?” Neito joked. 

“Well, if we both pass the exam and become classmates, it could be,” Itsuka replied with a cheeky smile, just as they reached the station. 

“Fingers crossed. Good luck then. I hope you pass.” Neito said. “I’m, uh, going this way.” He jerked a finger behind him. 

“Ah, ok then, I’m going on the opposite line. Good luck to you too, Monoma!” Itsuka gave a last wave as her train arrived. Then she boarded it, leaving Monoma on his side of the platform, and with the realisation that he meant what he had said. 

Fingers crossed. 

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Ĭ am way too tired to edit this, so I apologise for any grammar or spelling errors. It’s 2am and I’m gonna go sleep. But I wrote this to get rid of my writer’s block, and honestly I really like this and it might become a full story. I’ll do some more planning and see how this turns out. 

Really like this ship, originally I was hoping for some Monoma X Kodai (but I just really like Kodai’s character). Maybe ItsuYui? Dunno. I’ve never tried writing an FxF full story. I’m nervous writing from a female perspective, since, you know, I’m a guy. So, idk. 

Hope you guys liked this piece. I’d appreciate it if you had any feedback.

[phantoms-lair]

Uncommon Ancestry Snippet 5

Well, the debacle that was the Sports Festival was over with. Aizawa entered the Staff Room; he still looked more like a mummy than a teacher, but at least the bandages were coming off soon. "So did the principle say anything about the plans for the Final Practical?"

"Well, with everything that's happened he though fighting the robots wasn't the best idea. After all, they've faced them in the entrance exam and the Sports Festival. Not much point. Instead we're grouping them in teams of two against one of us. Their goal is subdue or escape. We'll be handicapped, but the tests are designed to put them at a disadvantage, albeit not an unbeatable one." Vlad explained.

"All Might and I put together a few proposals for student groups for 1A while you were at the hospital for your checkup. I'm sure you'll see the allure of our choices." Midnight winked at him.

Aizawa ignored her usual sultry manner and grabbed them with the hand that wasn't in a cast. "Logical, logical, logical" He cycled through them. and rolled his eyes at the looks of glee All Might and Midnight had at what they knew was high praise from him. Honestly, you'd think they were still children themselves. "Logical. Logical. Absolutely not."

He slid forth the paper that said "Bakugo and Midoriya vs All Might"

"All Might is a good opponent for either of them. Bakugo needs to learn what it's like to face overwhelming force, and Midoriya still had a bit of hero worship, though he's trying to get over it. However, putting those two together is out of the question."

"That's the point though." All Might pointed out. "They need to get over their differences."

"Bakugo won't. Despite the fact that Midoriya is a literal wizard who is capable of close combat and can summon three ancestors spirits with a frightening array of skill and powers, Bakugo sees him as being dead weight dragging the school down. His pride is such that he'd rather fail than work with a quirkless person, especially Midorya."

"Then he'll fail. And hopefully learn a lesson from it." Vlad waved the concern away.

"You're right. But why do you think it's acceptable to purposefully fail Midoriya for the sake of teaching his classmate a lesson?"

The three other teachers started. "We're not purposefully failing him." Midnight tried to explain.

"In order to complete these scenarios you need a plan and teamwork. It doesn't matter how much Midoriya is willing to set aside his differences, Bakugo won't. Therefore this is a no win scenario for him. Every other school they’ve been in has sacrificed Midoriya for the sake of Bakugo's future. That trend ends here." Aizawa closed his eyes in thought. “Vlad, would you mind lending me two of your students?”

“Any ones in particular?”

“Neito Monoma with Bakugo. While most of your class has overcome the rivalry with mine, Monoma’s become obsessive over it. Bakugo has dismissed him as an ‘extra’ multiple times. There’s enmity between them, but not to the sheer shut down level of Bakugo and Midoriya.”

“For Midoriya, I’m thinking Pony Tsunitori. Her Japanese is passable, but you’ve complained she doesn’t seem to be putting much effort into improving it. And that Monoma himself and other have been taking advantage of the fact by making her say cruel things when she thinks she’s being friendly. Midoriya is clever, but he has a tendency to over complicate things and can speak almost like a stream of thought. In order to overcome their final, they’ll need to meet each other halfway in communicating. Midoriya will have to simplify and be clear and concise while Tsunitori will have to focus on being able to communicate effectively.”

“If that’s the case, I think it best I’m up against Tsunitori and Midoriya.” All Might admitted. “Monoma’s power is to copy the quirks of others and mine can be volatile until you get the hang of it. And while learning not all quirks are safe to copy is a good lesson for him to learn, I doubt he or Recovery Girl would be happy if he learned it by shattering half his bones trying to throw a punch.”

They all shared a shudder at the thought of angering the school nurse. “Let’s go with that.” Aizawa agreed “What about Bakugo and Monoma?” “Nedzu. Those boys could stand to learn some subtlety. He’s already down for Kirishima and Ashido from your class, so do that one during 1B’s slot.” Midnight suggested.

“Monoma is capable of that to a degree, his plan for the Sports Festival might have worked if he hadn’t stopped to monologue.” Vlad pointed out. “I’d say Aizawa. Bakugo’s pretty reliant on his quirk, and Monoma on other people’s. Having to adapt to dealing without a quirk whatsoever would be an experience for both of them.”

And maybe teach Bakugo a little empathy for those without quirks, though privately Aizawa doubted it. That would take much longer than one afternoon. “Sound like a plan. We have through the end of their internships to figure out strategies and environments.”

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#1 - The Way You Kiss Things Better

Shoto and you were best friends. You both came from rich families and grew up in the same neighborhood.

Six-year-old Shoto Todoroki and you were friends. Despite his train crazy father, he found time to sneak out of the house and play with you.

This time when he came to see you, he had a fresh scar on his face. Although he was only six, he knew his father was a monster. But he didn't understand why his mother would throw boiling water on him.

He knocked on your door and your mother answered the door, you hidden behind her legs. Once you saw Shoto, you leave the comforts of your mother and pull him in the house.

Shoto kinda envied how you had such a caring mother you could hide behind.

"Shoto, what happened to your eye?"

Shoto subconsciously touched his eye, where his scar is. He wasn't sure if he should say what happened, but he trusted you.

"My mom poured boiling hot water on me."

Your face looked so sad, and your heart ached for Shoto. You couldn't imagine having a mother who could do such things.

"Oh, can I kiss or better?"

Shoto couldn't tell what it was he was feeling when he saw your sad face after what he told you. But a small hue graced his cheeks while your 5-year-old lips kissed the bandage over his eye.

Shoto would in the future years associate this feeling with love.

#2 - They Way Your Protective

You and Shoto started UA together. Both getting in by recommendation. Being neighbors and best friends, you walked together every day.

Every day, Shoto would offer to carry your bag, but you always declined. School bags were very heavy, you thought it wouldn't be fair for him to carry both of your bags.

Upon first arriving at UA you made many friends, Shoto was less than pleased to say he was jealous.

However, you stood by Shotos side throughout the school days, barely parting. You always remained Shotos best friend, and he was yours.

It wasn't until one month of attending UA, you and Shoto had the displeasure of meeting class 1-B's Neito Monoma.

"So you're at the top of class 1-A? HA. What a joke. Can you even see properly with that scar."

You saw how stunned Shoto was after being insulted. You were having none of that. How dare this, over-gelled prick insult your best friend.

You started to stomp over towards Neito to rip him a new one. He was gonna regret ever opening his mouth.

"Listen here you god-damn colossal asshole. I'm gonna punch you so fucking hard your teeth break."

You took a step closer ready to pounce on him. Out of the two of you, you were always the hot-headed one.

"I'm gonna use my [Quirk Type] on you. Your gonna regret-"

Shoto seemed to snap back to reality. He clamped his hand over your mouth and used his other arm to hold you back.

Although Shoto liked how you got protective of him, he didn't want you getting in a fight for him.

"You need to learn to think first, act later."

"I am thinking. Thinking of beating that punk ass bitch! He insulted you!"

"It's okay. My little hero, let's go home."

"Shut up, I'm still angry."

Shoto decided then, he liked how you got riled up on half of protecting him. How you were ready to defend him. It made him feel special. Was this what love felt like?

#3 - The Way You're Forgiving

You and Shoto barely separated. That included during UAs Sports Festival. Of course, you promised to give each other your all if you got paired against each other.

However, you stayed together, that of course excluded during battles. But you stayed to the side and cheered each other on.

You were there when Izuku confronted him about his left side.

"He's right you know. Your left side IS yours. Not your fathers."

He used his left side, and when he saw you cheering him on, he made a decision. He was gonna go see his mother.

After the UA festive, Shoto asked you to go with him.

"I wanna do something, but I'm not sure it's a good idea. You'll probably think it's a bad idea."

"What is it?"

"I wanna see my mother."

"Okay."

"Okay? So you'll go with me?"

"If you want me to..."

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Shoto ended up taking you to see his mother. He was nervous. He hadn't seen his mother since she poured hot water on him. Since she scarred him.

He was worried about you. You particularly hated his mother for scarring him. But he couldn't imagine going to see his mother without you.

Shoto awkwardly stood in his mother's room. You holding his hand for comfort.

"I'm sorry, Shoto. I'm sorry for pouring that water on you. But you have to understand, your father abused me, he mentally destroyed me."

You rubbed circles into Shotos hand and smiled at him. As if to say, 'It's okay. You can forgive her.'

"It's okay mom. I forgive you. I'm also sorry, for not forgiving you all this time. For not coming to see you."

Shoto looked at you and smiled. He didn't think he would have ever have gone to see his mom if it weren't for you. You gave him the strength to forgive her. He knew you forgave her, so he did too.

#4 - The Way Rain Looks On Your Skin.

You and Shoto were dating now. You had just gotten out of UA. You were about to be heroes, you just needed to sign up for an agency.

You hadn't told Shoto yet, but several agencies from America were seeking you out. You were considering accepting.

You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. You were going to tell him today. You heard Shoto knock on your bedroom door. You smiled and looked over at him.

Shoto looked anything but happy. He was angry. You saw papers in his hands. The agency papers. Your stomach dropped.

"When were you gonna tell me about this?"

"Soon..."

"Are you seriously considering this?"

"Well, um, kind of..."

"How could you be so selfish. Our careers are just starting, and you wanna leave me?"

"There are plane trips, and we'll still see each other."

"It's not the same."

"I don't get why you're getting so mad! Your right. OUR careers are starting. I have to think of my career too. It's not just you in this relationship."

Shoto stormed out of your house and you followed him. You weren't gonna let him leave without finishing this conversation.

Even though it was raining outside you followed him.

"I don't wanna leave you, but you have to understand, we're both gonna have to sacrifice things for this relationship to work. It can't be one-sided. Or it's over"

Shoto turned around and looked at you. His eyes softened at the sight of you. You were soaked to the bone in clothes unsuited for the weather.

"I'm sorry. I don't want us to be over. I'm just scared. I don't wanna lose you. How can I protect you, if your miles away?"

Shoto wrapped his arms around you.

"If you decide to go, I'll support you."

Shoto couldn't help but think how beautiful the rain looked while it cascaded down your skin. He wiped some of the water off your face. He knew here, that he loved you irrevocably and that he always has.

#5 - The Way You Smile

Over the years you and Shoto stayed together. You made it work through the ups and downs. That's why Shoto asked you to marry him.

He watched as you walked down the aisle, your beautiful white dress flowing behind you. You had Momo, Mina, and Uraraka as your bride maids.

Izuku, Kirishima, and even Katsuki were the best men. How he got Katsuki there as the best man was beyond your knowledge.

You all remained friends throughout the years. You even had Denki as the Officiater.

You began your vow.

"Shoto, I have loved you since we were kids.-"

You were interrupted. Endeavor was there. Who even invited him? Must have been a misprint.

"Shoto! Don't marry this woman. You can still walk away. I have a dozen, girls who would make great wives to breed powerful children."

"You know what? No one actually gives a shit about what you have to say, just leave."

You stuck your tongue out at Endeavor. What a childish bride you were, but that's why he loved you. You finished your vows.

Shoto was nervous but your smile calmed him.

"[Y/N], I didn't know it at the time, but when we were 5 & 6, I loved you. I loved you, even more, when you tried fighting Neito for me. I realized it when you went with me to see my mom. It grew when had our first fight. I love you, I'll always love you, but as a wife instead."

You smiled at Shoto and kissed him. It was that smile. Shoto loved it. It could calm raging seas. It gave him hope. He knew. He knew that you were the one. That you would be together forever.

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Get to Know the Blogger

Can be used for RP and non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen! Repost, don’t reblog!

1. FIRST NAME:  My alias is KumaraDosha, and you can call me that, Kumara, Mara, or something else you have learned I go by. :3c

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: I have an extra half a vertebra in my lumbar spine, bigger on the left side, that makes my back less stable and more susceptible to pain and injury, and part of the reason I had to change my career from being a surgical technologist was because of that wear and tear.

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: ...I really don’t know how to answer this. Attraction is so finicky for me, and “aesthetically pleasing” really just depends on the person. I guess all I can say is the most identifiable “type” of person I’d be attracted to are sort of...waifish women? Maybe Scandinavian features, IDK. Something vaguely similar to Anya Taylor-Joy’s soft looks, any hair color.

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: Ice cream/shakes.

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: Olives.

6. GUILTY PLEASURE: Assigning characters of different fandoms Homestuck godtier classes and aspects.

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: Usually an old, big shirt and pajama pants.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: Serious relationships only, if not neither.

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: I might go back and pick sonography as my major first, instead of trying nursing school, getting psychologically abused and mistreated by nursing teachers, having a breakdown and quitting, getting a surgical technology degree after being treated poorly by teachers/students/staff, quitting surgical tech work after 3 years due to depression/anxiety and physical strain, then coming back to school for a third time with past healthcare-school trauma and trying to get a bachelor’s in sonography. Then again, I learned a whole lot--educationally, about life, about the behaviors and cultures of healthcare workers, and about how people are--in those other schools/professions, so I’m not sure that’s worth giving up? I’d be very much richer right now, though, and not dependent on family or in debt. Plus, surgical technology is actually really cool (and still very much a passion of mine), and I don’t want to give those experiences and memories up. So maybe I’d just nix the nursing school, do surgical tech for a few years, and then go for sonography. Who knows, man; life and its consequences are so unpredictable.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: Probably not. I am very sensitive to rejection if I’ve been honest or vulnerable, so I usually only gush over people I trust and honestly feel that way about.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: I really don’t know if there’s any like that for me?? But I guess The Signal is a movie I like to show people and watch with them, because many haven’t seen it, and I find it fascinating. I also love Tron Legacy a whole lot.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: I would choose a Samoyed dog, if I were able to have it well-taken-care-of (which I can’t do at this point, which is why I don’t have one).

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS: Oh boy, uh. At the moment? It’s hard for me to give any ultimate lists, because they can all be terribly mishandled or cringe depending on how they’re portrayed, which often somehow turns out to be popular in the fandom, and that spoils it for me a little bit... You know what, screw the rules; I’ma throw out a bunch--six from BNHA that I favor atm and then a diverse cast of some oldies I still like that will be more than five. Not particularly in order of rank...

From BNHA, Monoma Neito x Shinsou Hitoshi; Monoma Neito x Midoriya Izuku; Monoma Neito x Kuroiro Shihai (there may or may not be huge RP bias here); Bakugou Katsuki x Uraraka Ochaco; Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto; Shigaraki Tomura x Dabi.

From other fandoms... Kuja x Terra (Dissidia Final Fantasy), Genos x Sonic (One Punch Man), Akabane Karma x Asano Gakushu (Assassination Classroom), Beyond Birthday x L Lawliet (Death Note, but ONLY from an epic-long series of canon-divergent fanfictions that nobody’s going to have heard of), Yami Bakura x Yami Yugi (Yu-Gi-Oh!), Aoba x Noiz (Dramatical Murder), Matsuoka Rin x Nanase Haruka (Free!), Eridan Ampora x Sollux Captor (Homestuck), Caliborn x Dirk Strider (Homestuck), The Batter x Zacharie (OFF), Sniper x Spy (Team Fortress 2). ...The hate/enemies/rivals ships are kind of a theme, aren’t they.

15. PIE OR CAKE: Cake.

16. FAVORITE SCENT: At the moment, I really like the Snowflakes and Cashmere body wash at Bath and Body Works. Also Butterfly Flower. Also give me baking cookies or blueberry muffins.

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: They all disappoint me. They’re just human beings, often not very good ones.

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: Heaven, bitch. (Okay, maybe an island resort or a cruise or something.)

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT:  Introvert who can appear extremely extrovert in comfortable company. I guess ambivert fits better.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: Depends. In real life, I’d say not really, but if you can find a way to trigger my imaginative paranoia, then maybe. I can’t play scary video games, because they make me way too tense, but I absolutely love watching other people play them, and I get very scared, especially by jumpscares (but in a fun way, LOL). I also love watching horror movies (though most are embarrassingly un-scary). I do not like jumpscares in movies. Cheap. I also love reading/hearing creepy stories that are presumably true (that’s usually what triggers my imaginative paranoia and puts me in a bad headspace, but whoops, still interesting to me).

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: I’ve only ever had iPhone.

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: Yeah. I wish I played more, but I seem to procrastinate a lot on playing games for some reason, and I’m not that good besides. I prefer PC to consoles, and I have tons and tons of games on Steam (many that I haven’t gotten around to trying yet), but I also have a PS4 and Nintendo Switch. Games of note that I have played a decent bit are Zelda Breath of the Wild, Fallout 4, Skyrim, Darkest Dungeon, Smash, Saints Row 3 and 4, many of the Final Fantasy games... And a heck ton more, uh.

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: Pay off debts, share with family/friends, charity, invest in rich people stocks or whatever, and also live a nice-ass life. Honestly not sure if I’d quit working entirely...? I tend to get depressed if my life doesn’t have meaning like that. I have to give something back to the world. Besides, a million dollars literally lasts like under 20 years in normal circumstances...? That’s not something you retire on as a young person, unless you’re investing well...which I would need help figuring out how to do. I hate managing money.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: Off the top of my head, probably Jane Crocker and Aranea from Homestuck.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: Trigun fandom! I still love that series...!

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