#ah . no . mirio has him :/

[mossangelll]

Late Night Call

pervy man x innocent reader blurb

a/n: change of pace from my usual arcane fics, i was thinking about some anime boys and well…yeah

been a while since i’ve watched some of these animes so i’m hoping my picks aren’t too ooc than they already are >.>

enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

cw: dubcon, noncon, nsfw - mdni 18+

his call comes late at night, rousing you from sleep when you hear your ringtone going off.

“o-oh, hey? what’s up?”

your voice drips like honey, so sweet and slightly rough from being woken up and he just knows you’re rubbing sleep from your watery eyes, none the wiser to what he’s doing on the other end of the line.

he tells you he’s feeling…ah, under the weather and he just needed a friend to talk to but don’t worry if you’re tired! he would absolutely hate to disturb you and he’s already lost too many friends from talking about his feelings.

needless to say, he’s got you hook, line and sinker. he won’t even be doing much of the talking.

easy prey.

his hand palms over his rock hard dick, it’s been that way since the mere idea of this popped into his head, as he listens to you chatter away about something he couldn’t care less about; he isn’t even trying to hide his breathless panting and the non-stop wetness of his dick, sloppy with precum, thrusting into his tight fist. the tip throbs an angry red as he holds back his release again and again and again just so he can continue getting off to your cute voice.

at some points, you ask him if he can hear some noises too and for a moment his heart stops and he wonders if you’ve caught him red handed.

but then he remembers that it’s just you, coddled and blissfully unaware of the sin that surrounds every aspect of life, so all he has to say is that his tv is on in the background and you’re back to talking again. perfect.

his blood is pumping red hot as his strokes grow uncoordinated and even more furious than they were before and he finds himself fighting the urge to ask you what you’re wearing. no that’s too much, too soon, so he instead chooses to bite down on his lip until the taste of iron fills his mouth. a small price to pay.

“helloooooo still there?” you call out after ten minutes of him being seemingly unresponsive, assuming he’s finally managed to fall asleep. you don’t bother to end the call, after all you know how comforting it is to sleep with your friend still on the phone after a bad day.

he imagines shoving his dick into your wet mouth mid-sentence, cock growing impossibly harder at the mental sight of your surprised face, you gagging because you’re unaccustomed to a dick his size - scratch that, any dick and all the debauched things he would teach you.

eventually he hears your gentle snores, of course you fell asleep before the main event, throwing his head back and grunting way louder than he did before knowing you definitely won’t be waking up. his chest heaves and legs shake from the orgasm that overwhelms him and he almost ends the call from the guilt rising inside of him - almost. but then he catches sight of his thick cum splattered right where your contact photo was and his cock twitches as if he didn’t just come seconds ago.

good thing you didn’t end the call; he decides he can have a little more fun with (or without) you - he still feels a bit under the weather, of course.

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tomura shigaraki, dabi, takami keigo, togata mirio, kai chisaki, l lawliet, kei tsukishima, koshi sugawara, kenma kozume, satori tendo, yuji itadori, satoru gojo, denji, chrollo, hisoka morrow, shalnark, katsuya serizawa, reigan arataka

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[dadsbongos]

tight squeeze

745 words / warnings - bad hero mirio

summary - you get randomly stopped and searched, which is crazy because you've never done anything to Mirio Togata (except be a villain on the run).

kinktober: day eleven - claustrophilia, anal ~~~

So fucking stupid.

Lemillion is so fucking stupid: gelled hair, citrus hyperpop costume, confusing code name, and that rosy button nose. So full of mirth and cheer. It's total bullshit.

“I don’t have anything,” you huff, hands flat out against the wall and feet spread as far as your shoulders. 

“Standard search,” he mutters, palming down your hips as he lowers onto a single knee, now rearing up your thighs, “I don’t mean to invade.”

Doesn’t mean to invade, but you’re pretty sure heroes are supposed to use the backs of their hands when scouring intimate places. Not trusty Lemillion, though, he’s flatting fingers around your inner thigh and brushing knuckles against the seat of your panties. Eyes racing from the sliver of your face he can see to the bag he made you drop to up your skirt. Far too distracted matching your face to five o’clock emergency news segments to realize he’s basically massaging your cunt.

Fingertips bumbling strokes over your clit and palm grinding into your slit; you’re surprised the heat hasn’t roused his attention from your face. 

Trying to stand provides a new trial, as the cramped alley doesn’t provide him enough room to step back with confidence. Mirio tries using the wall as support only to stumble and land a clumsy hand on your ass. He seizes at the realization, wide eyes darting your way to see if you’ve realized too. 

You have, and you push back silently. Teasing toes into the water by wiggling your hips back into his broad hand.

Rising slowly, Mirio manages to squeeze behind you with his back flat against one wall and squishing your face into the other. One of his hands groping your ass and the other now wandering beneath you and up toward your chest. You snake down and intercept, wrenching the hand up to cup your cheek; kissing the warm tips of his fingers. 

Mirio undoes the easy access slip to his dick and mumbles three Hail Marys for the public space he’s about to desecrate.

Cars speed by and men jabbering stock numbers over the phone drone the background. But God is heroism tiring, and he’s had zero time to himself in months -- any time off better spent catching up on sleep rather than aimlessly jerking off.

Now he has someone, probably as pent up as himself, hot and ready. Who would he be to not take you up?

(responsible, intelligent, a good hero)

Messily rolling up your skirt, Mirio barely manages to crush himself behind you and yank your panties to the side. 

Your tongue lulls out along his fingers to suck them inside, a borderline vicious grip on his wrist to keep him in place.

With bare ass exposed, Mirio bucks sharply to envelop his cock between your warm cheeks. He leans forward with puckered lips, spit bubbling between the seam and dribbling down onto your tight hole. Thumb spreading the wetness before softly pudging the tip of his thumb inside, then slipping out -just to slip back in. Until he’s replacing his thumb with his dick.

Mirio leans over your back, curving both of you forward and pressing his fat tip against your ass. A stifled groan vibrates against your back, and you actually gasp around his fingers at the stretch.

“Ah, fuck!” you instinctually rock forward.

Mirio gives chase, prying his hand from your grip to smack your hip and squeeze hard. Forcing you back against him with breathless rasps. 

“Yeah,” the blonde groans into your ear, “That’s better than you mouthing off, huh…”

“Huhah,” your legs wobble, you collapse against the wall cheek-first, “Hurts…”

“Hurts?” he slides out slowly, savoring your hiss, “Want me to stop?”

Shamefully, you tuck your head down and mumble, “N- no…”

“See, better,” Mirio kisses your temple, way over sentimental, “Just take it and you can go on your way.”

Sounds promising enough. You take it.

Grinding back with a sharp mewl, you clench around Mirio hard. Praying the stimulation prevents him from getting a clearer glance at your face.

His finger finds and fiddles your clit wetly. Sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck.

"Good, baby?" he mumbles, maybe a little self-consciously.

But it isn't like you're better, pathetically pushing back -curving a leg behind one of his to keep his hips smacking directly into yours- and wailing, "Yeah, yeah, Lem', 's fuckin' good!"

He whines so sweetly. You assume you'll be free as soon as he's cum.

[jesswritesthat]

Mirio Tōgata: Zero

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [Masterlist]

Summary: ~1.2k, fluff

• Your hunt for your absent classmate leads you to a Class 1A impromptu training session, which is entertaining until Mirio drags you into it too.

Warnings: None

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The Big Three.

None of them had placed in the sport festival during the previous year, and their personalities were one of their standout notabilities.

The festival winner though? That prestige belonged to you, as did the gold medals from each festival you'd won so far. You were not deemed apart of the Big Three, that right was truly earned by the current title holders - instead you were ground zero.

"Tōgata... you're fighting the first years?"

The sudden interruption caught the attention of the entire class, but none more so than Mirio.

"Ah (Y/n)! Our lovely ray of sunshine~"

In an instant your classmate appeared before you wearing his usual warm smile (and lack of track jacket), so when scanning the defeated students of 1A you understood why he was absent.

"I'm the furthest thing from sunshine, but this is why you're not in class? I'll take notes for you then." With your mission accomplished you went to leave, only to be interrupted by one of your underclassmen.

"Wait, you're the winner of your year groups’ last sport festival right?"

"Yes! And the one before that!" Whilst you didn't reply, Nejire was all too excited to answer on your behalf.

"We may be the Big Three, but (L/n) (Y/n) is known as Zero - which comes before one, two, and three!" Tōgata proudly followed up, leaving you diverting their praise the best you could.

"I'm only good in a fight, Mirio is by far the better hero in more ways than one. Amajiki and Nejire too.”

"So does that mean you could challenge him?" Denki casually asked the question, one that left you walking away until your arm was effortlessly caught in a careful grip - the owner unphased by your escape attempt and maintaining his upbeat attitude.

"Let's show them (Y/n)!"

"No - I’m sure they’ve seen enough of you already, literally."

"It'll be fun, c'mon demonstrate that any opponent has a weakness if you work hard enough." He fist bumped the air as if encouraging both you and them, and somehow you couldn’t find it in your cold heart to refuse him.

You heaved a sigh of defeat, a single nod of acceptance giving Mirio the opportunity to entwine your hand with own and gently tug you into the battle area alongside him.

"Are you ready? If I injure you, notify me immediately and I'll carry you to the infirmary." The blonde was always so considerate, but you'd provide the same courtesy if necessary.

"Same to you Tōgata.”

Elongated shade slithered across the ground at your will, only the most attentive of individuals would notice the minute wavering of surrounding cast shadows. For a number 1 contender and festival winner, it was natural you both got a few solid hits. Your classmate was undoubtedly strong but his attacks could be evaded and when the opportunity presented itself you took advantage like that of an assassin.

Suddenly he froze in place, the figure of you he'd punched through swished into darkness whilst he kept a smile.

"Aha! A decoy, you lured me to shadier areas of the field so I couldn't deduce that right away."

"Yeah. Even though you remained directly under light sources throughout the battle to minimise its size, you just left your shadow wide open." You remained casually seated on the ground from where you'd reformed via the shadows, fingertips placed on Mirios' silhouette.

"As well as utilising darkness, once (Y/n) touches the shadow of a living being, they gain control of them. I can no longer move or use my quirk of my own free volition." Tōgata gladly informed, then switched his attention solely to you with a softer tone. "I'm yours."

"So you give up?"

"Nope, a hero never gives up!" Again his cheerful wit returned meanwhile your expression fell to a deadpan one, knowing he would likely stay here for hours but instead you flicked to the Sensei.

"I can have him choke himself into unconsciousness, would that be considered a win?" Upon hearing your inquisition, Aizawa painfully sighed, the class looked horrified, and Mirio openly laughed.

"Ah I appreciate your dark humour."

"Alright, raise your right hand if you surrender to me." Immediately with a twitch of your fingers, he did exactly as you asked regardless of his complaints. "Look at that! Match over."

"(L/n)s' quirk isn't all that offensive considering shadows have no physical impact. Instead their way of thinking and consistent training has allowed them to exploit their quirk in such a way that allows victories over strong opponents." Amajiki explained further, addressing the utter awe of Class 1A.

"So that would mean larger groups would be an issue for them?"

"No it'd have the same outcome Mirio had with your class since both of their quirks let them phase through attacks and 'teleport'." The third year tilted his head at the sight of his friends harmoniously interacting. "They constantly learn from each other."

The class snapped to the two of you now, watching as Tōgata fussed around you like a bee buzzing about a flower. Even if you seemed mildly irritated by his concern.

"I'm fine." It was spoken exasperatedly as you brushed off dust, regardless of the morphing shadow monsters on the rock beside you.

"(L/n) is kinda scary huh?" Denki offhandedly commented when overlooking the scene which Hado chose to elaborate on.

"That's because they're already on the 'Heroes Who Look As Though They Should Be Villians' list! Y'know, because of (Y/n)s’ quirk most likely."

"Nejire, don't bring that up. It was hard for (Y/n) to hear considering they aren't even a pro yet." Tamaki quietly chastised, the girl covering her mouth apologetically but the whole class seemed invested by such trivia.

It registered in that moment, why Mirio adamantly dubbed you 'sunshine' despite the contrasting darkness of your quirk. It was his way of reminding you that you were still full of light to those around you.

Heroes support other heroes, not just civilians.

"Well then I hope you all learnt something from us! See you around, if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask!"

Yourself and Amajiki stood beside one another against the wall muttering 'please hesitate' as you sunk to the floor, waiting until Mirio and Nejire were finished with farewells. It was then Tōgata offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet before swiftly lifting you into his arms with amusement lacing his tone.

"You may be injured (Y/n), I went all out after all so naturally I’ll carry like we agreed!"

"Tōgata put me down! I'm absolutely fine!" It was a harsh reply to his ridiculous antics but nothing he wasn’t expecting considering his bemused chuckle and justification whilst walking toward the exit.

"As a helpful hero I can always carry you to your next class?"

"No! That's it, I'm letting the darkness consume me and it's all your fault." With that you dissolved, phasing through matter and reforming by his side - a playful jab sent to his arm.

"Hilarious, unfortunately you are too bright for that to ever happen (Y/n). I look forward to working together in the future.”

Amajiki and Nejire watched the display of ‘friendship’ alongside the mostly defeated Class 1A, the talkative third year speaking as freely and eagerly as usual with a geniune innocent curiosity to her voice.

"Do you think (Y/n) knows Mirio has a crush on them?"

"Nejire-chan!"

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[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Actually despondent that now in addition to desiring Yokohama fic, I desperately crave The Adventures of Midoriya Izuku, Normal U.A. Student. Why is this kid so ruthlessly competent and crazy??

The funniest thing is that I'm not sure he's ever once realizes how feral he comes off to literally everyone around him. Like he probably thinks of himself as a dweeby nerd who's done an awesome job of pretending to be a rising young hero. Meanwhile, everyone around him is just going, ah yes, there's my good friend izuku. If you need alcohol, drugs, or someone locked in an underground bunker dead, he would absolutely be my first choice Could you talk a little about that, if you like?

Also if you want you share any other stories of izuku's attempts to gain practical experience, pleaseeee feel free. They are so funny. (I feel so bad for aizawa, who is at any time between 2.5 and 0 years away from understanding his insane student.)

So, I think I talked about this a little with my Daredevil fics, but I have different “versions” of characters depending on which fic they’re from. They all have the same core traits, but they’re all slightly distinct from each other because of their disparate experiences.

Pez turned into this surprise sleeper hit for me because this Izuku became one of my favorite Izuku’s based on how fucking feral and competent he is. Aizawa is worried about what he is Doing at literally all moments of the day because it quite literally could be anything. I adore him.

There’s this part in chapter 5 where Izuku is like “I committed to winging it at this school” and that is effectively what he has been doing this entire goddamn time. He has no idea what a normal high school experience is. He has since lost almost all respect for authority and thinks of rules as the things he gets around for necessity and love of the sport. You are 100% right that he thinks of himself as a sort of dweeby nerd and everyone else is like “I am actually terrified of him and how he lives.”

Izuku in pez has been “yes anding” his way through this high school experience. He thinks of what must be done And Then He Does It. He figures out if he can actually do it while he’s doing it. Fuck it, let’s see.

To a degree, the entire Dekusquad is viewed in the same light, because they are almost always on Izuku’s same bullshit. Todoroki is his ride or fucking die, Iida tells himself that he is there to supervise, Uraraka needs an outlet for her own violent tendencies, and Yaoyorozu is doing this for the love of the sport. And they also have no idea how unhinged they are. Their echo chamber is populated exclusively by them, all insane.

Fundamentally, Midoriya Izuku is someone who dug up land mines to turn himself into a makeshift rocket without advance planning or hesitation for what was, at the end of the day, a school obstacle course. He lives and dies by the immortal words “fuck it, we ball.” He is completely unaware that other people do not live this way and everyone else is too afraid to tell him.

All jokes aside, Izuku’s feral hyper competence in pez is partially the result of 1) Mirio and 2) Stain.

When Izuku first started helping Mirio train, he locked the fuck in harder than he ever has in his entire fucking life. Quirks are a huge boon to heroics, but it’s also a bit of a crutch. Heroes rely on them. Quirkless heroes wouldn’t have that option.

Mirio and Izuku developed their physical abilities and practical skills to a degree that very, very few heroes ever even attempt. Izuku always knew that a Quirkless hero couldn’t afford to be mid tier. Mirio would have to be better than every other person in the room to even have a chance. Izuku learned right alongside him.

But that just explains the hyper competence. The feral rule breaking is because of the aftermath of Stain.

Aizawa is as hard and as strict with his kids as he is because he does not want them thinking the rules do not apply to them. That’s how you end up with heroes who abuse their power. But Izuku and Todoroki specifically came into UA with an engrained belief that the rules only applied to them.

It is, again, Aizawa misunderstanding the issue with them. He doesn’t want them going off on their vigilante bullshit because they are going to be responsible for upholding the law and need them to respect it and understand it applies equally to them. But the law has never applied equally to Izuku and Todoroki. The rules have always existed to hurt them.

Izuku and Todoroki both grew up in abusive situations. When Izuku’s classmates hurt him, spewed hate at him, destroyed his things? It was fine. Izuku’s too sensitive. He’s just trying to get people in trouble over nothing. But if he so much as raised his voice? People would come down on him like a sack of bricks. Rules exist for a reason, after all. Izuku should understand that he doesn’t get exceptions.

Todoroki grew up getting beaten by the number two hero. He watched as doctors and police and his father’s employees turned a blind eye to the number two hero. But he couldn’t break his dad’s schedule without getting punished. If he started to suffocate under it all and ran off just so he could have even a second to breathe? He got picked up and dragged back and lectured by whatever hero or cop who caught him about how he should know better than to worry people and how it’s selfish to have caused this much of a fuss and he needs to be better.

And he’d sit there boiling in his own anger knowing that this devotion to the fucking rules would dry up the second it drifted towards applying to his father.

Stain sort of affirmed for Izuku and Todoroki that nothing had really changed. They broke the rules due to absolute fatal necessity. If they hadn’t done what they did, Iida and Native would be dead. They fought for their fucking lives and for the lives of the people with them.

And when they got back, they got lectured for it. They had done everything wrong. They should have picked differently. The police would never approve because they made the wrong call.

But, notably, they still got an exception from the rules. They escaped punishment. But not because they had done the right thing, no. They should have let stain kill Iida and Native both. But they’re such promising young heroes, so let’s not let this misstep trip them up.

They didn’t want to escape punishment because they were suddenly of the same category of exceptional, worthwhile person who had always kept their boot on their fucking necks. They wanted them to recognize that they made the right decision.

And then they got back to UA, and Aizawa called them out in front of everyone for making a bad call. And they were like “oh, okay. So nothing’s changed.”

The rules are arbitrary and capricious. They exist to hurt them. When people are granted exceptions, it’s not because there’s a good reason. It’s because they’re the Right Kind of Person. As a result? Izuku and Todoroki’s respect for the rules is nonexistent, and they’ve infected the rest of the Dekusquad with this attitude to an extent.

The Dekusquad doesn’t actually break rules for the sake of breaking rules. They just don’t respect the rules because the rules have been consistently applied contrary to their own ethics. They don’t break the rules that matter. But if there’s not a compelling reason to follow a rule? Fuck it, who cares. The rules don’t matter anyway. They’ve never mattered when they were the ones getting hurt.

A list of the bullshit Midoriya Izuku had done in his time at UA in the name of practical experience that has given Aizawa anxiety or would if he knew about it, abridged:

While in his first year, he and Mirio did a week-long bomb-defusing symposium during a school break for an experiential learning credit. UA students need some kind of emergency response practical credit and most people do a triage course and cross it off the list. But the national police academy also accepted hero students in their yearly course and Mirio and Izuku were like “oh fuck yeah” and signed up.

All Might signed off on this because he thought this was a wholesome activity for young people everywhere and no one told Aizawa. All Might is the spiritual team dad of the Dekusquad because he is the one most likely to say “that sounds like a wholesome activity for young people everywhere” and sign off on it

Bombs are just less of a thing nowadays. They’re obsolete. It’s like how black powder cannons aren’t so much as used because there’s better alternatives. Random people were getting born that could cause an explosion a just by sneezing. And they were cheaper and easier to hire than building a bomb, harder to track, and less likely to be discovered by a metal detector or police investigation. Bombs are still enough of a thing that very major cities maintain dedicated bomb squads but smaller cities do not. Tokyo, New York, Hong Kong, London, they have bomb squads. Anything smaller and they don’t have the funding for it, and bombs are rare enough that this hasn’t been a problem.

As a result, Izuku and Mirio are two of three people in a sixty-mile radius who maintain a bomb defusing license. The third is a seventy-three year old ex cop with a hand tremor.

They all find this out because some wannabe bank robber ends up deciding to go the bomb route because the cops wouldn’t expect it and then has to call them crying because he also doesn’t know how to turn that thing off.

Aizawa finds out that Yagi that fucker gave Izuku another reason to run towards explosions when like nine police cars pull up on the UA lawn and desperately ask for Midoriya Izuku, licensed bomb technician, because Mirio is fuck knows where doing underground spy shit and the seventy-three year old already had his half cup of coffee for the day and could not survive a game of operation, let alone a bomb

Izuku has to defuse this fucking thing with three judgmental ghosts trying to backseat drive this bomb refusal, Aizawa trying to calm himself down at the police line, and the entire Dekusquad having to be repeatedly told that they can’t just wait in the room with the bomb for Izuku to finish because they have an appointment at the mall to take a formal family portrait and Iida hates to be late

To a certain degree, the entire Dekusquad is Like This. None of them have any goddamn clue how to behave like actual children and their efforts towards experiencing normal childhood frivolity culminated in the Pizza Underground. They carved a convoluted path out of one of the most secure campuses on the planet because they had no idea how the fuck to be kids and that seemed like a normal way to start

That being said they actually had some of their best fucking times when they were sneaking out on the Pizza Underground. They didn’t use it for vigilantism—Aizawa was likely to find out about vigilantism, and they never wanted to compromise the route. They actually used it to just goof off and have fun.

The Pizza Underground is another reason in a long list of reasons why the rest of Class A is vaguely distressed by how hardcore Dekusquad is. The rest of the school is vaguely distressed by how hardcore Class A is, and the Dekusquad are the concerningly locked in ones amongst them. All of Class A knows they have a way in and out but they don’t know what it is

All Might is like 17% responsible for Dekusquad’s insanity because he takes a larger hand in Izuku’s life than the other’s students’ lives and is trying to be a good team dad for his pseudo son and his friends. But the thing is All Might is also completely insane and his agency hates him for good reason. He spent multiple decades evading his own safety nets so he could have secret mind game conflict bullshit with his nemesis without having to tell his own agency. All Might keeps taking Mirio + the Dekusquad out for “fun team building activities” which involves lessons on losing tails and variations of hunting each other for sport through Tokyo with paintball guns. He takes them for ice cream at the end and ruffles their hair

When Mirio was training for his licensing exam, he and Izuku convinced Nedzu to buy circus equipment for the school because 1) Izuku read old Batman comics and knew about Dick Grayson, and 2) they watched old pre-Quirk cirque de soleil videos and were like “that’s it that’s the vision.” Their fighting style is this ungodly mix of Krav Maga, Jujitsu, boxing, Muay Thai, aikido, and circus bullshit as a result

There’s a gif in the last chapter where Todoroki and Izuku tackle Iida to the ground shouting “Get down, Mr. President” which is based on that internet game where you and all your friends put fingers to your ear like you’re the secret service hearing something in your ear piece and the last one who hasn’t done it yet is the “President” who gets tackled by his “secret service agents” who are shouting “Get down, Mr. President.” Todoroki found a post about it online and brought it to the rest of the Dekusquad claiming that it would help them train their situational awareness. Iida said, “that sounds like a worthy goal” and has been tackled 76 times since. Iida is always Mr. President.

The Dekusquad keeps trying to go on vacation together and every single time it devolves into an international incident. The precedent that began with I-Island persisted. Aizawa stopped approving their group overnight leave requests until Momo floated a trip to her family’s private island and Aizawa approved because he figured it’d be safe enough since there were literally no other people on the island. Villains picked that night to try and steal expensive art momo’s family kept on the property and the Dekusquad locked the fuck in and terrorized those poor adult villains.

The Dekusquad is planning a two week post graduation trip through Europe and Aizawa is breathing into a paper bag. Technically they’re not His Problems by then but there is not a doubt in his fucking mind that he is going to be receiving a 3 a.m. from the Swedish authorities who want to know what’s wrong with them. He Doesn’t Know Okay.

[jirishnesensei]

Mirio Togata x Reader | Isekai AU [18+]

Warming up to you ch4. Forgiven

⊱ Pairings - mirio 3rd year student x reader

⊱ About - Boku No Hero Academia was your favourite anime. You watched it every week when a new episode came out, but what if you were transported into the world? Having no clue how you got there and you're being accused of being a part of the League Of Villians. Suffice to say, it's not the best way to start the show.

⊱ Warnings/tags - 18+ (eventually), fluff(for the most part), angst, smut, fem reader, romance, pining, SLOW BURN, swearing, friends to lovers, death, jealousy, she falls first he falls harder, mirio is mean (with reason), first everything, sassy mirio, fangirl reader, unrequited love, feel good fic, lots of mundane, but can also be serious, realistic growth

⊱ status - ongoing

⊱ chapters - 4/x

⊱ word count - 2.7k

⊱ Masterlist

"You do understand how difficult that is to believe, right?"

"I know, I know. I wouldn't even believe me but it's the truth, it's a whole fandom. I can tell you every person's name that you bring through that door. Their quirks, their life-" You try to convince him, but the look on Sir Nighteyes face seems like if you don't give him something substantial right now you're going to be walking out of that said door. He uses his palm to rest against as he sighs. 

"Okay, tell me where the Shie Hassaikai hideout is." He asks.

Ah, boy.

"I uh, I know it's in a normal looking house that has a huge under ground base. That part I didn't really pay much attention to...but I know what happens when-" You suddenly stop mid sentence when you realize that you don't actually remember anything that happens past Midoriya and Mirio meeting Eri. Luckily Sir Nighteye doesn't notice your little slip up.

"I don't think you're a part of the League Of Villians," He raises his shoulders, leaning back in his chair. This made your heart leap with relief. "but I don't believe that you can help us with the investigation." Then it sank to the bottom of your feet. You don't know why the rejection is affecting you... maybe because you can tell them everything they'd need to know about Shie Hassaikai, or at least...what you frustratingly can't remember.

Then, something wierd happened. Suddenly it was like a whole slew of new memories came hurtling into your brain, each one clicking with more familiarity than the last and now you're staring wide eyed at Sir Nighteye.

"Wait, I remember something!" You urge as you stood up.

"Drugs! That's what Shie Hassaikai is focusing on right now." the unfinished sentence undoubtedly peaks Sir Nighteyes interest considerably. "They're making a drug that destroys your quirk completely. Amajiki Tamaki gets hit by one when he goes out on patrol with Hero Fat Gum and Red riot!"

Of course he'd still be suspicious as he looks over his glasses. "That's a very big accusation to make."

You shook your head in response. "It's not an accusation. It happens. Luckily the bullet that is used on him is only a proto-type so he only loses his power for a few hours. But that's what they are using Eri for!" You speak now with a more demanding flare in your tone.

Sir Nighteye pauses for a second, probably debating your sincerity before he stood up too. "They are going on patrol tomorrow. If this happens... then I might consider you an ally in this investigation."

You can't help but smile unnaturally wide before the pro hero. You were very close to nearly jumping right onto the man, but decided against it. "Thank You."

Your worst possible fear had then come to life when Sir Nighteye suddenly scrunched his nose.

"What is that smell?" His tone pale, your cheeks instantly burn pink at what he was implying, backing away from him with embarrassment.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I haven't showered ever since I got here, it's so disgusting of me!" Woah woah woah, hold up, this is so embarrassing! The palphable need to jump right out of his window was so strong. Sir Nighteye held his nose as he tried to shoo you off.

"You can wear Bubble girls spare clothes. Turn left when you reach the end of the corridor and you'll see a shower room."

'Eh? A shower room? You have a shower in this place!?' You thought, because your voice refuses to come out as Sir Nighteye pushes you out of his office and then slammed the door shut in your face.

Rude...

With a quick lift of your arm, you sniff yourself and pull your face in confusion. Wait, it's not that bad, what the heck is he on about?

You followed his directions down the spotless, linear corridor, then turned left. Just like Sir Nighteye instructed, there really was a shower room there!

Of course you took your time as you rinsed off. With Sir Nighteyes comment swimming around in the forefront of your mind, you figorously scrubbed all the dirt you could possibly scrub off with a floral scented soap while the water was stinging hot, releasing vast amounts of steam.

You still couldn't fully grasp what was happening. Was this happening as the anime was playing in your world? Or is this place an entirely different world all together? With how huge the universe is... it could be plausible... but so could the idea of you just dying in your car and your deepest desires came true. Although you were positive that your deepest desire was to be reincarnated as a hippo. Which puts you back to square one of having absolutley no clue as to how you ended up here.

You suppose so long as they don't dump you on the streets you were okay with whatever happens and with you knowing so much about this arc, you could prevent near to no casualties. The idea made you very happy. For some reason though, you can't remember what happens to Sir Nighteye, but you do remember that you felt horribly sad for a good week. Even if this was a dream, you'd take it any day over the dull life you had back at home. 

You dried yourself off and went to the change rooms. A pair of casual clothes lay folded neatly in the chair infront of you with some essentials such as lotion, deodorant etc. Of course you had to read the back label like some crazy person, a brand you had never heard of that smelt amazing and sounded pleasant that you couldn't wait to try. Even something as simple as the toiletries had your heart thumping with intrigue.

You took your time with changing and once you were done you left the shower room and walked back to Sir Nighteyes office. Before you could knock you're stopped by the sound of conversation and could only make out a few words such as 'Quirk destroying' and 'Tamaki'.

You assumed it was Sir Nighteye warning Fat Gum of what you had told him. You were positive it was happening. Which made you even more excited with the idea of helping them with the investigation and you weren't worried about Tamaki since he wins his fight regardless of whether you told them about the drug or not.

You decided to leave Sir Nighteye to speak to Fat Gum and walked around the building instead. It was insanely huge, you did vaguely wonder why there was barely any people around so you had peeked at the elevator and saw the building goes up an entire 25 floors! You then stopped at the end of one corridor and nearly squealed when you saw the same Soda machine that Mirio had taken a drink out of when he was waiting for Midoriya to finish his fight with Sir Nighteye. It was the little things that really blew your mind. After admiring the little monument you decided to go back to check if Sir Nighteye was done and luckily he was. You knocked on the door and was given the okay to walk in.

"Hey, I'm done." instantly you cringe at yourself. You don't know why you said that, it was obvious you were done.

"I informed Fat Gum of the incident you claim will happen tomorrow on their patrol. You better hope for your sake that you're right." He warned. 

"Don't worry, I know my anime."

For the rest of the day Sir Nighteye made you help him with his paperwork, which you thought was his assistants job, but you weren't in the best position to complain. After a while of mundane small talk because you did not have the courage to blab about all the things you find amazing about him and the serious paper cuts, it was nearing 3 in the afternoon.

You heard a knock on the door and Sir Nighteyes clinical 'come in' afterwards. You wondered if you'll ever get the priviledge of seeing him differently. Even if it's just a smile. That sounds really nice. The door opens and your heart tightens at the sight of Mirio. Surprisingly a little disheveled from most likely his training at U.A.

"You called for me Sir?" He asked, glancing your way for just a second before looking back at Sir Nighteye, who was still nose deep in his papers.

"I doubt she is with the league of villains," He explains first and foremost. To which you could visibly see Mirio stiffen towards.

"but I still don't trust her 100%. She will be staying with you till further notice since you are the only one that I trust with the matter." 

"You can count on me Sir!" Mirio is quick to agree, honestly so quick that you wonder if he even realizes what he just signed up for. Not that you're complaining.

You still remain seated for god knows what reason, perhaps it was how radiant he had looked while answering, then Sir Nighteye glares at you like you're wasting his space right now and you yelp out of your seat.

"There's an envelope there with money in it. Use it wisely." His voice carries over. Mirio thanked him and took the envelope on the counter beside the door before leaving with you right behind him.

As soon as you closed the door, entering the silence of the corridor, you stood in place, waiting for Mirio to notice which he does a few steps ahead, then he raises a brow at you and stands far too confidently as he says, "Forget something?"

Oh, this is kinda nerve-wracking, but you told yourself you were going to cash in on that hug.

Without answering him, you muster up a smile, holding your arms out expectantly and watch as Mirio bashfully tries to discern what you are doing right now, glazing over your obvious huggable stance. Based off of how he's been acting since you've met him, you honestly expected some kind of scoff and off the shoulder wave, leaving you high and dry, but you were prepared to jump him if it came down to it (not really)

Surprisingly though, he softens in the eye of your courage and then turns to walk over to you. At this proximity and not being overloaded with pain and confusion, you notice just how tall he is, practically a whole head taller than you, and then he walks right inbetween your puny arms, presses his palm against the small of your back then pulls you softly against his chest like he's done this Lemillion times before.

You can't control the strands of hair that rise the second the fabric of his dress shirt makes contact with your skin, so immersed with the way your senses quickly pick up on him. Once again, you are dumbfounded by just everything.

Sure, everything looks like an anime. Hard to ignore black lines that framed just about everything and the sever lack of shading on even the humans themselves, but that didn't matter at all. Where you stand you could feel his steady heartbeat against your temple and his alarming amount of warmth sinking into your skin. Now you're distracted by these outrageous textures rather than actually enjoying this once in a lifetime hug and Mirio notices.

"You're weird." He says pretty uncaringly, watching you only slightly intrigued. You suddenly grip his shirt when you hear his voice, abruptly burying your face into his chest that makes him let out some kind of strangled noise, probably thinking you were activiating a quirk or something, but you only hold onto him harder.

If you open your eyes, will he seriously still be standing here?

He finally grips your shoulders and pries you off of him where you're now faced with a relatively pink faced Mirio, breathing just a little bit heavier and staring at you with scolding eyes.

You start to scowl at him too, letting out a reserved sigh. "You're the weird one here. How can you look 2D and still have 3-Dimensions?"

"3-Dimines-? Is that code for something? Did you plant something on me?" He starts patting down his shirt vigorously, for a second you think he might rip it off and you have half a mind of letting him stew with that idea, but the other half of you is pretty conscious.

"It's not code for anything, I'm just speaking without a filter." You shrug, strikingly more nonchalant than he is at the moment.

"Well I'm all for laying it out flat. Next time just give a guy a little heads up?"

Mirio eyes you with all the brain power he can muster after such a strenuous day. The second he got onto campus, it was like Midoriya had appeared out of thin air, and Mirio's not easily startled yet that startled him. He bombarded him with questions about you, whether you're okay and if Mirio had any new information. Of course, he told him the truth. But not long after did Nejire and Tamaki catch wind of his housing mate, then before Mirio knew it, the entire school was buzzing with a broken telephone. He had to do some serious damage control, which he never would have accomplished if not for Eraserhead and Recovery Girl.

Now he stands before you with half a guilty heart, thinking that Sir would have told him if he suspected anything funny of you. He's still surprised that he didn't warn him of anything, though, considering how strange you are.

Turning on his heel, he walks to the staircase and you follow in suit. Biting back the dopey smile that's making it's way onto your lips.

Soon enough you're in front of the mall and doing everything in your power to not embarrass Mirio.

"Sir gave alotta money so we can get your shopping done now. This place should have everything." Mirio gestures to the envelope as you entered the parking lot which was pretty empty with most people carrying their shopping bags or pushing their kids in the carts. This was where the entire U.A class came to do their shopping before their camping trip! Okay, chill. Be cool. This isn't anything you haven't seen before.

"Let me get that for you-"

"Oh, thank you, sweetheart." Nearly bumping right into Mirio, you stop yourself just as a woman with her little son on her hip, pushing her cart with the other hand comes out of the mall with a sweet and welcoming smile on her lips as she thanks Mirio for holding the door for her.

You've still got your stunned face on when your eyes meet and quickly wipe it of when the lady greets you with a curt nod before she leaves. Ohhhh she has gills on her neck. Definitley gills on thy neck.

You notice Mirio's already inside, scanning the surrounding area when you jog back over. Once you were beside him, your mouth dropped like a magnet to the floor.

Mirio glances your way to make sure you don't run off or anything, but there's a sudden pang of guilt that hits him in his chest when he notices how innocently intrigued you look. Your situation was kind of like Eri's. Never having seen the outside world before, a stranger with nobody else to turn to. That kind of isolation can make even the darkest of hearts quiver in a little empathy. So it goes without saying to a guy like Mirio you've already squeezed the life out of him. Maybe he's been a little too harsh... He shook his head. Sir still didn't trust you 100% and that's reason enough to not let his guard down just yet. Keeping his eye on you intently as you seem to lose it over a...floor? His expression falls flat. You are kinda whimsical...

You run back over to Mirio and suddenly grab his wrist to drag him over without his consent, or maybe some of his consent, because you doubt you're the one physically dragging him anywhere.

"What are you doing?" He watches you mildly interested. You finally stop and point an eager finger at the spot that seemed very ordinary to him. Was there dirt there or something? 

"I'm tweaking right now, this is where Class 1A stood when they came to do shopping! That's so cool-" you left Mirio's side mid-sentence and sat down on the bench Midoriya and Shigaraki sat down on. 

As entertaining as you were right now, Mirio still needed to be the responsible one here, walking up to you with a hand on his hip. 

"Okay, playtime's over. I still have homework to complete."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Where's your sense of fun? The my hero fandom would be really disappointed in you."

For some reason, that sentence didn't really sit right with him, even more so he thinks his eye just twitched, which has never happened before. "Then it looks like you don't really know me as well as you think you do. My only concern is making sure you don't get into any trouble. Sir put you under my care because he doesn't trust you yet."

"I get that, I do. But you can whip my ass any day, any time and I don't think I'd even see it coming so what are you stressing for? He put you in charge because of that, right?" 

He's silent for a moment. You watch his chest rise and fall as he takes a breath and for a moment you expect him to break out into a wide grin, picking an imprompt response from 1 out of 3 lines in his head because he actually is a bot gone rogue in your diabolical dream, yet once again you're thwarted by the way Mirio acts.

"Don'tcha think sweet-talking is above your pay grade?"

You make some kind of offended squawk, leaning back. "You think I get paid?"

"I won't get manipulated by your plans or false pretense." 

"False prete-? Do you even know what that word means?" 

Now he makes some kind of offended noise, but you go on. "And what plans are we talking about here? you should probably know that I can't even plan what to eat for dinner. I'm just a crazy fan that's somehow been isekai'd."

Mirio stares at you, you stare at him, the bustling mall a mere backdrop. "You've got the crazy part right." Your jaw drops. "And you haven't been right about anything so far. Now you're either lying or you've gotta be the worst best fan I've ever seen." 

You jutted your chin out and crossed your arms stubbornly. "I beg to differ. Put me infront of every Class 1A student and I can tell you something about them that I shouldn't even know." Mirio could tell you were being serious, sighing beneath his hand that pinches the bridge of his nose, probably to gain some semblance of control. Honestly you weren't sure whether to be proud or offended that you could piss someone like Mirio off.

"That reminds me, Aizawa-sensei wants you to come to U.A tomorrow." he says after a bit, somehow not surprised that you seem to know who that is without him saying his Hero name.

You gasp, raising to your feet. "Really!? woah, wait, that's actually crazy." Were you actually going to be given the chance to meet Class 1A!?

"Let's get going. It's gonna get dark soon, and I don't feel like losing you to some villain you find fascinating." Mirio doesn't let you answer before he starts to walk away, and you can't help the frown that forms on your lips. Real or not, you didn't like that he was so skeptical of you. You wonder if that will ever change. You suppose until then, you're just gonna have to show him that you're not a threat. 

You catch up to him, gleaming again as you look around. "You need to point me to the nearest Keychain store. I'm buying me a souvenir!"

⊱ Take me to the next chapter!

⊱ I want to see prev chap!

Taglist - @the-faceless-bride @distinguishedoafbiscuitopera @lostsomewhereinthegarden @baileebrown

Dividers by - enchanthings-a and cafekitsune

[haruka-norikoyo]

Monoma x reader who’s Mirio’s younger sibling Part 2

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Not much romance in this part, mostly focused on the brother sibling dynamic of Mirio and reader. But I do have a third part ready to go! Well, that one’s not centered around reader and Monoma’s relationship either… nor was the first part, now that I think of it..?

Other parts: Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Part 2/?

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“Everyone listen up! Form an orderly line and promptly make your way to school grounds!” Iida announces despite being the only one not in the line as Sero calls him out for. “…the dilemma of a class rep…”

You yawn, stretching your arms over your head. You stop right before your classroom, seeing Neito leaning against the wall by the lockers. Your face lights up upon seeing him, casting a bright smile at his direction, which he returns lovingly. Not for long, though, as Kaminari nears.

“I heard! Class A!” His sweet smile disappears, replaced by the demeaning sneer your classmates know him for. He dramatically projects his voice like he’s in a play. “Two people! Two people didn’t pass the provincial licensing exam in your class!” “It’s class B’s Monoma!” Sero exclaims as if Neito is a surprise boss of an RPG dungeon.

Kaminari backs away slightly, paling at the very sight of him. “…He’s as crazy as usual.”

You sigh with an exasperated smile. Ah… all my friends think my boyfriend’s insane… You wonder what their reactions will be, once the cat’s out of the bag. Mina in particular, who has a vague inkling that you’re dating someone— you swear, she can smell romance anywhere— would flip the moment she finds out.

Kirishima steps in, smiling in friendly challenge. “I bet you’re the only one in your class who didn’t pass, huh? Like with the final?”

Neito continues cackling, before abruptly stopping and turning around.

“Which is it?!”

Ah… he’s so cute… You feel like walking up to him and squishing his cheeks, but you compose yourself. You can’t just steal his moment by giving in. Though your expression makes it obvious that you’re having cuteness aggression. It’s a wonder how no one put two and two together with the amount of times this happens.

“We…” Neito waits for the rest of his classmates to show up for dramatic effect. With his usual flair, he turns, smiling triumphantly. “…all passed! We’ve pulled ahead of you, class A.”

Todoroki apologizes with a gloomy aura. While Kirishima attempts to cheer him up, Tsunotori walks up to greet everyone.

“According to Vlad teacher, we will all be having same classes this semester. I’m looking forward to it!”

You beam. Ah, that means I’d be able to have classes with Neito..! You turn to look at him to convey your excitement, but he isn’t looking, much to your disappointment. He’s too busy whispering something to Tsunotori to notice your annoyed gaze.

She nods, and looks back at Kirishima and Kaminari saying, “Touch me, and I’ll pummel ya till your mama don’t know ya!” much to the boys’ concern.

Hm? I feel like I’ve heard that phrase before. Like, specifically… You think about where you’ve heard it as Kendo knocks out Neito, cutting his manic laughter off.

Your classes are blocking the way for other students, so Iida immediately herds your class back into a single file line to make your way to the assembly.

***

“Say, I heard from Midnight-sensei that the rooftop’s sometimes open after school hours. Wanna check if it’s open today?” Neito asks.

Among the crowd of everyone that attends UA, you were able to slip away from the line Iida was hoping the class would make. Now, you walk side by side with Monoma among the second years and third years, away from the eyes of your classmates.

“Ah, sorry. I can’t today. I have plans with my brother, you see. Wanna do it tomorrow?”

“Oh, ah, mm… your brother… Y-Yeah, we can do it tomorrow…”

You tilt your head in confusion as Neito averts his eyes, now walking all stiff. “What?”

“What what?”

“What’s got you all nervous?”

“Hah, please, I’m not nervous,” he shrugs, visibly shaking.

You scoff, chopping your hand over his head. He always complain about it giving him PTSD from the amount of times Kendo would do that, but he doesn’t say a word now. “Do you know how long we’ve known each other? Don’t act like I’m stupid.”

“Wha— I’m not! You’re the most intelligent person I know and you’re—”

“So what’s got you nervous?”

You lean into him, and he leans back. You scrutinize his tense smile. It’s as if someone is holding him at gunpoint. This isn’t like him at all.

“(Y/n)-chan!” a cheerful voice calls out.

“Ah, would you look at that! Your classmates. I would love to walk all the way with you, but it seems they have come to part us once again, my dearest.”

“Neito, that’s not my classmates—” He gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek before promptly speeding away like a deer who just spotted a lion, leaving you dumbfounded in the crowd of second and third years. “…what the hell was that?” you wonder aloud, your hand reaching up to your cheek with a small blush.

“(Y/n)-chan!” the cheerful voice calls out again, making her way towards you. “It’s been a while..!”

You snap out of your confusion, smiling as Hado jumps up and hugs you. “Hado-senpai, hi.”

“Hey hey, you know—” She asks you questions left and right about was said at the assembly. What you thought of All Might retiring, the work study, and about the problem children rumored to be in your class. Behind her followed Tamaki and your brother. “Hado… don’t bombard them with questions like that…” Tamaki meekly says, causing her to huff and hug you tighter.

“Oof…” you wiggle yourself so that your not suffocating in Hado��s embrace, smiling at the boys. “Tamaki-senpai. Nii-chan.”

They both offer you a wave.

“Hey (y/n), how’re the dorms?” your brother asks.

“Tis great. Bakugo and Midoriya ended up fighting, though. Which honestly, doesn’t surprise me too much…”

Hado finally releases her grip on you, allowing you to breathe properly. She’s strong as hell, you know? “Aha! So it is students from your class who’re the problem children! I was right!” “Don’t sound so happy about it…”

“Ooh! And and— were you walking with someone just now? I thought I saw someone leave. Oh, but you’re really far away from the first years, why’re you all the way over here?”

“Yeah (y/n), tell us,” Mirio leans in. His smile is the same as ever, but there’s something menacing to it at the moment… You grimace. You had been purposefully vague about details of your dating situation with them, considering Mirio’s history with boys that have a crush on you. “Well, I mentioned having a boyfriend, right?”

Hado nods. “Mhm! The super secret one that you refuse to tell us about!” She huffs, still salty that you hadn’t told her after all this time.

“Well, actually, he goes to UA too. I was with him just now,” you shrug. Hopefully if you act casual about it, they’d be casual too. “Haha, romancing in school grounds, (y/n)? What scandalous behavior.” Mirio seems to have mellowed out quite a bit though, once he started attending UA. He can’t exactly be a hero while sneaking around at night to scare kids just cause they have a crush on his little sibling, can he? …right?

Still, you grumble at his teasing. “Scandalous? We were just walking beside each other.” “Ah! But since you’re all the way over here… Don’t tell me he’s a second year? Or no, third year? Ah, is it someone we know?!”

“That’s all I’m gonna say, Hado-senpai…”

“No fair!”

“It’s not our business, you know..?”

“Oh come on Tamaki, I know you wanna know too!”

“I mean, as long as he makes (y/n) happy, right?”

You huff, “I’ll be heading to class…”

“Oh, yeah sure. We should probably be going too. See ya, (y/n)-chan!”

***

Three days later, Aizawa speaks to class 1-A about the work study, stating that there will be guests who have experienced it first hand that’ll teach you about it.

“The big three!” the class echoes what Aizawa had said.

“The students who are closest to being pros…”

“Ah, (y/n), heyo.”

“(Y/n)-chan, surprise..!”

You blink as two of the three wave at you, Tamaki being filled with too much anxiety to greet you. “Nii-chan, you could’ve told me you guys were coming.”

“NII-CHAN?!!!???”

As it happens, your brother and his friends are the ones to do so. Now, you’re always happy to spend time with your older brother, however…

“Come on (y/n), I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” Jiro says as the class walks to the gym. “We have the whole class jumping him. We’re not small fries, you know?”

You grimace, already feeling your stomach hurt. And you haven’t even started! “You don’t get it. We’re gonna die.”

“Don’t say that (y/n)! You’re making me nervous!” Hagakure exclaims.

“You should be.”

“That guy’s your brother, right? I’m sure he won’t go too hard on you,” Tokoyami says like the only child he is. One would’ve thought Dark Shadow would be like a sort of sibling to him, but you suppose it isn’t the same since that’s his quirk.

“Yeah, he’ll try to hold back, but he doesn’t know how to.”

Your classmates around you shake their heads, chalking it up to any usual sibling thing. But they have not been through the horrors of training with Mirio, no. This is but a glimpse.

Jiro, who had been the most dismissive of your terrified mutterings, screams as Mirio’s clothes slip off. She was promptly knocked out like the rest of the long ranged fighters. But he also decided to tie her back to back with Kaminari with her own earphone jacks as if flashing her wasn’t enough.

…your brother’s a psychopath. And now he turns to you, crumpling your classmates at his wake. “Pleheeheese. Stop slowly walking like thaaaat…” You cry out, backing away bit by bit.

“Come on, (y/n)! Show some spirit! You’re in the hero course now!”

“I wanna drop OUUUUUTTTTTT!!!!!”

Of course, he’s chanting motivational messages to you as he steps closer to your demise. Kirishima uses this as an opening to lunge at him while distracted, but he immediately gets knocked out. While your friend gets the life punched out of him, you charge in. For the split second, you’re out of Mirio’s view. You’re close enough to power your quirk—

“Using your classmate as a sacrifice? That’s mean, (y/n).”

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S MEA— ACK!” Your whole body shoots back as Mirio’s fist connect with your stomach.

“POWER!!!!” he yells, voice booming through the gym of your fallen comrades.

He basically emotes over your body— sprawled on the gym floor with your soul seeping out of your mouth.

***

You’re still curled up into a ball when his footsteps approach you. “…I hate you.”

“I love you too my flesh and blood, now get up,” Mirio says enthusiastically, picking you up by the collar like some kind of cat. He turns to the rest of your classmates. “I tried to make it so you won’t see my willy. Sorry if you got a peek.”

“A ‘peek’ you say. Jiro was violated.” Begrudgingly, you stand on your shaky feet among the rest of your classmates, whom are the same condition. He gave a hero like speech on what it took to make his quirk noteworthy, and what it’ll be like in the work study compared to the interns. You won’t be guests this time, you’ll be treated like real sidekicks. Your classmates found it inspirational while you’re still grumbling in pain. “You’ll be going now?” you ask, as Mirio, Hado, and Tamaki move to the gym door. “Yep. We were invited to go to class 1-B too.”

You smile wryly. Will Neito be okay? Mirio was able to hold back on your class, but there’s still a chance that he’ll get carried away now that he’s not worried about hurting you. Then again, it’s not like he knows he’s your boyfriend, it’ll probably be fine.

“Well, we’ll be off now. See ya later alligator.”

Tamaki smiles and waves at you.

“Bye (y/n)-chan! Mirio’s gonna pummel some more kids till their mama don’t know ‘em!”

“You make it sound bad. I held back, didn’t I?”

You chuckle at their fading conversation, waving at them until they left the gym. You stand there for a moment before heading back to your classmates. “That was pretty valuable information, but my stomach still hurts…” Jiro complains. It took a few minutes to untangle her earphone jacks from Kaminari earlier. “…and so do my ears.”

You look at her apologetically. “Yeah, nii-chan’s sometimes got a twisted sense of humor.”

“I feel bad that class B will face him next.”

Mina pipes in. “You think he’ll really pummel them till their mama don’t know ‘em?”

“What’s with people saying that phrase..?”

That phrase… Yeah, that’s right, you did hear it from Mirio at one point. It’s pretty gruesome, but not exactly out of character for him to be out of pocket. And it’s the same thing Neito taught his American classmate to say. You stand there as your friends chatter.

Wait.

The same thing as Neito?

No way, right?

There was that time when Neito seemed terrified at the mention of your brother a few days ago too.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach. If being in the hero course has taught you anything, it’s to trust your gut.

“AH!” you shriek, causing your surrounding classmates to jump.

“W-Woah! What is it Togata?!”

“(Y/n)! You scared me.”

“He’s gonna kill him!!!” you spare no time for explanation, bolting it to Aizawa. “Sensei!!! Sensei, please, can you excuse me from class?! It’s an emergency! An emergency!” Aizawa’s eye twitches at the ruckus you’re making, but he can’t afford to simply brush it off. “What? What’re you talking about?” You’re stressing him out.

“I’ll be back!”

“What?! Togata, explain—”

“No time!”

And you were out the door.

“…can someone tell me what’s going on?” Aizawa looks around at the class, who were as dumbfounded as their teacher. He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Everyone, head back to class. I’ll go see what’s happening…”

[lostiolite]

Hello can you please do yandere tamaki x fem reader one shot please 🙏🙏🌚

Sorry this is kind kf bad and very rushes

You're looking outside the window, your face is blocked but he knows its a heavenly smile. He wipes his sweaty palm on his uniform as he slows down, trying to get a better look at you as he passes by. His ear twitches thinking about your touch. Wishing he could be the cat you pet oh so affectionately.

Yearning.

You didn't even know he existed. He doesn't think you even know his first name. But thats fine, to some degree. You not knowing he existed means he doesn't have to worry about all the embarrassing things he did in front of you. Like that one time while watching you the cafeteria he bumped into mirio and spilt his miso soup. Staining his uniform.

This was just a normal crush.

A feeling of disgust brew within him everytime he saw you talking to a guy. Anyone trying to make romantic advances on you made his blood boil. It choked him. He wants to step in but he knows he has no right to.

Hes hungry, ravenous even.

He altered his routes in the hallway just so he could catch a glimpse of you. even started following you outside of school every now and then.

Hes just trying to keep you safe. Thats what he tells himself, but deep down, just tucked away in the small corners of his brain he knows something about this is wrong. It leads to self deprecating thoughts and seeking you out to feel better, a vicious cycle that he doesn't know how long will last.

“Amajiki”

He shakes, ears twitching up and sweat begins to liter his palms. He turns to you slowly, struggling to make eye contact with you. And, in the strongest voice he can muster. “Yes?..."

You smile. “We were paired up for the group project”. He takes a while to process it. Ah so thats it, he wasn't paying attention. His eyes flash between the ground and your eyes.

“Okay…” he gets out of his seat, Internally cursing himself for sounding so deadbeat. “Would you like to work together in the cafeteria… During lunch?"

You gigle.”Just dont spill miso this time.”

He freezes.

[sir-knighteye]

1. Quit Saying He's Dead

(aka the Canon Divergence AU where everything is all a lie)

This is a snippet from the first chapter of an AU I started a WHILE ago. It eventually got derailed by the Kurogiri reveal (which I'm not complaining about. Transformativity is my specialty.) But then life be life-ing. Anyways pls enjoy :D. Maybe I'll drop the entire outline one day.

Sir Nighteye’s life ends with his body in the present but his vision pushed forward into the future. A trembling hand presses against Mirio’s face. Tears run down his wrist. 

He doesn’t see the heart-broken face in front of him. Instead, he sees Lemillion, fully realized in his signature uniform, with a bright smile on his face as he helps someone in need. He may not have inherited One for All, but he never needed it. He became a fine hero and that is the one part of the future that must not be changed. And Nighteye tells him. 

He tells them all, “Keep Smiling.” 

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Life is short but apparently so is death.

Mirai comes to consciousness slowly. The beeping of the medical equipment softly prods at his ears. He opens his eyes to a dim room. The scene before him is blurry without the aid of his glasses.

He jerks to attention doing a mental check of systems on himself. There’s a weight off his chest. All the life support equipment is gone. Laying a hand on his stomach, the pain isn’t excruciating, but that’s probably because he is on some sort of pain medications. He can move his toes beneath the stiff hospital linens. The rise and fall of his chest aches, but the only breathing support he has is the oxygen tubing placed under his nose and hooked around his ears. 

Eyes roam across the room and the first thing he sees is the Toshinori’s figure slumped in a chair across the hospital room. 

Nearly seven years ago, their roles were reversed. Mirai snorts at the irony. 

Once awake, Yagi Toshinori is a mess. Head bowed as he clutches his right hand repeating over and over again “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” 

And then Mirai realizes, the feeling in his left arm is a painful echo of what was once there. But that’s not what Toshinori is apologizing for. Not even close. 

The second person to see Mirai is the last person he expects, Watanabe Arisu President of the Hero Public Safety Commission. He still doesn’t have his glasses but he’d know who she was from a mile away. She stands at his bedside poised, hands clasped in front of her. She’s murmuring to the person beside her too low for Mirai to catch. He can’t stay still any longer and shifts in the bed with a groan. She pauses. 

“Ah, you’re awake.”

“I am” he croaks in response. “Where is Toshinori?”

“You weren’t the only casualty in the raid. Besides it's hardly fair to expect that man to spend every waking moment by your side as you recover.”

A familiar feeling washing over Mirai. Of course she would find a reason to chastise him, even while he recovered from grave injuries in a hospital bed. Her voice is clipped and business like usual. 

Watanabe gestures to the person beside her. “This is Dr. Yawata You will be in her exclusive care for an indefinite amount of time.”

“Is this who—” he does his best to turn in the doctor’s direction “Are you the one that healed me?”

“Ah, that was my associate actually” Yawata’s voice is soft in stark contrast to her companion. Or perhaps more cautious. 

“You know Dr. Miyano,” Watanabe comments off hand. She surveys the room and then sits in the visitors chair and crosses her long legs. 

And he did. Dr. Miyano was—is?— All Might’s personal physician for a number of years. The man had a healing quirk that worked on a principle similar to Recovery Girl’s. The difference was that it’s use expended the doctor's energy rather than the person being healed. Toshinori used to refuse his help because it made him feel terribly guilty after being healed. 

“Is he—”

“Oh! Mr. Yagi wanted me to deliver these to you,” Dr. Yawata pipes up. “Your glasses. Here I’ll place them on your face. I know how difficult it can be to do things with your non-dominant hand.”

She gently places the glasses on the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, the world is back in focus.

“That’s what I am here for” she gestures with her left arm, the sleeve of her jacket pulls up to reveal dull polished metal. 

Watanabe cuts in, “But before we get you back on your feet, there’s something that you need to understand.” 

She stands once more, steps over to his bedside, and leans on the rails. 

“Sasaki Mirai is dead. He died two weeks ago during a raid on a Yakuza hideout. The mission was successful, but unfortunately, there were casualties. Sasaki was buried yesterday at a funeral service attended by pro heroes, close friends, and fans from all over the country. He will be remembered in history for his great service to the people of his country.” 

An ice-cold chill rushes down Mirai’s back.

“I don’t...you...my death was falsified?”

“You misunderstand, Sir. Your death was very very real. I brought you back.”

Mirai tries to swallow down the lump in his throat. Suddenly he feels very nauseous. He’d just been presented an incomplete puzzle but the picture was obvious. His left hand clutches the sheets settled around his lap. 

She continues, “I owe Dr. Miyano a great deal of thanks for his efforts on the matter Since he’s otherwise indisposed for the time being Dr. Yawata will be looking after you.” 

So Miyano is in worse shape than Mirai was to begin with. 

“And who am I exactly?” he asks, shaking. 

“Whoever I need you to be.”

[come-away-with-me87]

The Art of Love Chapter 5

Chapter 4 here

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"Please, have a seat," as you motioned to the seat on the other side of your desk.  Shouta and you both sat down in your respective seats, and he looked around your desk for a moment.  It was primarily scattered with the kids' drawings, but over to the side, there was a picture of you and Kento from your engagement photoshoot.  Even though he's been gone for years, you never had the heart to take it down.  You had told yourself it was a reminder of the decision you had made back at his funeral, but now you were having complicated feelings about everything.

"Is that you and your husband?" Shouta asked, finally speaking up first.  "Oh...oh. That's...that was my fi-fiance, Kento. He passed away a few years ago."  Shouta looked over at you, "I see. I'm sorry."  You looked over at the picture for a moment, then looked back over at Shouta, "thank you."  You two sat there in an awkward silence for another moment, until you said to Shouta, "so, you wanted to tell me about Eri's past and why she's here?"  His shoulders seemed to relax a little bit after the awkwardness, simply replying, "yes."  

Shouta then went on to explain everything from the beginning.  For years, she was used and abused as an experiment to make a Quirk-Destroying drug by the leader of the Shie Hassaikai, Overhaul.  "Her body was destroyed then restored over and over again by Overhaul's Quirk," Shouta said with venom in his voice.  He then went on to explain how he Shie Hassaikai joined forces with the League of Villains, which is when the rescue plan was put in order by a pro-hero named Sir Nighteye.  After much grief and loss, Mirio and a boy named Izuku Midoriya were finally able to rescue Eri, with Mirio losing his Quirk in the process.

"Eri lived a very fearful and secluded life," Shouta stated.  "We never saw her smile for the first time until long after she was rescued, when Mirio took her to the U.A. School Festival.  I've been working with her since then on maintaining her Quirk.  Overall, she shows to be better, but I thought this class could also, in a way, provide a form of therapy to her that the U.A. can't."  You sat there and just looked at Shouta with tears in your eyes; what a heartbreaking situation for a young girl to go through.  You blinked back your tears, trying to remain professional, and brought out some of Eri's artwork.

You slid her self-portrait across the desk to Shouta stating, "this is one that has concerned me the most so far."  Shouta picked up the drawing from the desk and observed it.  "Interesting..." you heard him say for the second time now.  "It's difficult to tell, but this looks like the outfit she was in when she was being held captive in. She had on a tan dress and was covered in bandages."  He put the drawing back down and you automatically looked down at it, saying "it seems she still views herself that way for some reason."  "I agree," Shouta replied, "I'll talk with her about it tonight after we're done training."  

"What exactly are you training her on, if you don't mind my asking?"  He looked up at you thoughtfully for a moment, "I'm helping her train on controlling her Quirk since she was never taught how to. She's shown tremendous progress so far, but still has a ways to go."  You smiled at him in response, "you're pretty remarkable, you know that? You spend your days teaching and training students on becoming heroes, then you spend your evenings training Eri. It takes a pretty special person to do something like that."  Shouta slightly blushed and looked down at his lap, quietly saying, "it's not a big deal."  You just smiled again in response.

He looked back up at you, "the colors she chose for her mandala..." he trailed off, "I believe she associates those colors with Overhaul," to which he explained what Overhaul's outfit consisted of.  "Ah, it makes sense why you said it was interesting when you first saw it. I promise, I will do my best to continue working with Eri through her trauma, and help her become the best version of herself," you said with confidence to Shouta.  "It seems like she is also in excellent hands with everyone at the U.A., so between that and her art therapy, I'm confident that she'll heal."  

It was Shouta's turn to smile at you, "thank you for taking her into your class, Y/N. She thinks very highly of you, saying you're very kind to her. I can tell you're a warm person, and I appreciate you now being a part of not only her healing process, but her life."  Now it was your turn to blush.  "Listen, I don't normally do this, but I would like to give you my personal phone number in case you ever need me for anything...for Eri, of course."  You wrote your phone number down on a piece of paper, and slid it across the desk to him.  "Thank you, Y/N, I appreciate that. I'll give my number as well, in case something happens in the classroom or you're concerned about anything...regarding Eri."

He ripped off a small piece of paper from the one you gave him, wrote his number down on it, and slid it back across the desk to you.  "Well, I better get back to the campus. I have training with Eri and I also have papers to grade. Thank you for taking the time out of your schedule to talk to me."  You smiled over at him, "it was my pleasure."  You both got up at the same time, and you walked him over to the door.  "Thank you, Shouta, for everything you've been doing for Eri; I can tell you've been such a positive influence in her life; she's lucky to have someone like you."  He smiled at you once more, said goodbye, then took his leave.  You couldn't help but stand there and stare at him walking away.

You went back to your desk, picked up the piece of paper with Shouta's number on it, and plugged his number into your cell phone.  You then noticed yourself smiling the whole while.  After you finished putting his name and number in your contacts list, you put your phone down, and took a deep breath.  Sure, Shouta had some sort of effect over you that you couldn't explain, but you only have his phone number for Eri's sake.  That was all.  At least, that's what you told yourself, as you continued to smile down at Shouta's name in your contacts list.

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To be continued...

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Tag list: @lili-pond ; @jaguarthecat ; @big-denki-energy ; @ivydoesit23

[misfit-megumi]

so I just saw this post on Tiktok where a waitress got double sat, because the children were on a date and wanted to sit on a separate table. And she thinks "Ah, Teenagers." But they're 7 years old, had a crush on each other since the date they met as toddlers and the boy just wanted to take the girl out on a date. and the parents are sitting on a different table close by and the children giggle and have fun, order grown up food and share desert and even drink alcohol free champagne because they are on a date.

That sounded so cute, but I couldn't for the life of me think of the right character for this... do you have an Idea?

OH OH OH!!! this is the sweetest thing ever 🥹

if we're talking about the parents, i think kuroo would be the best pick. he noticed his son was paying too much attention to daichi's daughter during one of their visits but didn't want to push on it because 1) they're too young and 2) he doesn't want to get ahead of his child, he wanted his child to process his emotions, and when he's ready he'll come to him.

so years pass and kuroo's son decided that he's a big boy already and wants to properly take his crush out on a date. because that's what men do. he's seen his daddy do it to his mommy, so maybe if he does it to his crush then she'll be happy like mommy. and maybe, just maybe, he can earn a kiss on the cheeks, too? his cheeks warmed just thinking bout it. but where do kids go on a date? and how will he ask her out? so baby boy went to his daddy to ask for advice.

when kuroo heard his son sharing his dilemma, he felt his chest swell with pride and relief. you and kuroo did right in raising your son. so he arranged for everything: booked a reservation at this child-friendly restaurant, asked daichi's permission in advance so daichi wouldn't be shocked when his little girl comes bouncing to him about a date with a boy, gave his son some tips on what to wear and how to confess to the girl of his dreams. he didn't want to take credit for anything, but maybe, he went a bit overboard? but hey, that's what parents are for, right?

if we're talking about the kid's point of view, i think mirio would be funny. like imagine him pestering reader, following her around while talking her ears off with silly jokes. he just wants, no, needs to be around reader constantly when they're in daycare. there's something about reader's expression that gives him cute aggression!! but as much as he wants to squish her rosy plump cheeks, he wouldn't do that because mama taught him not to touch people without their consent. so just talking to her would do for now.

after winter break, mirio noticed that reader has a new bag with a princess on it. so during lunch, he asked reader who the princess was and that's when he saw reader's eyes light up for the first time. she said that it's tiana and she's her favorite disney princess ever! reader also wants to open up her restaurant and wants to meet her very own prince naveen someday.

mirio's heart fluttered when he saw reader smiling while talking about this princess, and he decided that he wants to see reader smile more. so he watched this movie, took down notes, and planned this "date" for reader, which is mincing lots of veggies and fruits. he asked his mama for help about the mincing part because he never held a knife before. it's scary at first, but he's a big boy! he can and will do this to be reader's prince naveen!

the next day, mirio went to reader's table and left a note. he couldn't hide his excitement when he saw reader took the note and gave her a thumbs up when she looked at him. lunch break came and reader and mirio went outside. he laid a blanket as best as he could and asked reader to sit down with him. when they're settled, he opened his lunch box, and showed reader everything that he minced + candies. reader's eyes went big like saucers and screamed, "you minced?!?!" when he nodded, reader squealed and hugged him really tight.

[quirkwizard]

hey quirk wizard what do you think the top five best quirk users are?? (like the quirk and how they use their quirk)

So there are a lot of factors to this. Because Quirks are so varied, it can be hard to judge who exactly is using their Quirk the best. Though to set up my criteria, I believe that the best Quirk users are the ones that are pushing their Quirks to the absolute limit within the limits given. I also think that people with weaker Quirks are more valid options for this list since they have to work around their Quirk a lot more. Kai is great with his Quirk, but that would be true of anyone with "Overhaul" since it's that good. Skills and equipment can be accounted for as well, but only when they are in service of the Quirk. Like I think Aizawa and Stain are some of the hardest working characters out there, but I wouldn't call them effective Quirks users due to how little of their kit is actually based around using their respective powers. It's more working around the power then with it.

I will given honorable mentions to Geten and Best Jeanist. We're told that their Quirks take a lot of effort to get to the points they are, but those are more informed traits rather then anything we see.

Bakugou: Yes, Bakugou is very skilled with his power. He's arguably done more within Quirk then any Year 1 student. This includes some interesting uses like his complicated flight and usage of support equipment. That being said, he hasn't exactly achieved anything that far out there for his power. A lot of it is just different blasts.

Hawks: Probably the one the fans forget. Hawks has such immense control over dozens upon dozens of feathers, training them to the point where he can use them subconsciously and is borderline omniscient. However, I put him lower on the list because I am not certain if what he has is skill or talent given his feats as a child.

Endeavor: Ah, yes, better Bakugou. Despite having such a straight forward power, he's able to get quite a lot out of it. Stuff like burning footholds, his shaping of the fire, and the myriad of usage is more then proof of it. And while that could be contributed to the Quirk's innate power, the fact that Endeavor is able to punch above his weight class so often really does show his skill with it.

Mirio: Yeah, no surprise here. Mirio took this barely functional power and turned it into something worthy of a hero. The man goes into state of total sensory deprivation where he cannot breath and is still able to molly whop dozens of students all at the same time. He's easily the go to example of a good Quirk user and probably the character you all expected at the number one spot.

Deku/Koichi: This feels like cheating given they both main characters I still think these two have to put in a lot of works to get their Quirks where they are. If anything, their success and growth with their power is even more impressive because they have to deal with such unprecedented handicaps and issues with their powers. Izuku's Quirk was killing him and Koichi had to deal with brain damage.

[xxcatzladyxx]

Tamaki x Fem! Reader

Hello everyone! ❤️ I'm back with the cutie, Tamaki. Enjoy it! Do you want a second part? Let me know.

Have a good read!

Your Wolfi 🐺

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"(y/n)..Is she with someone?" Tamaki asks to himself. Nejire, who is standing next to him, has heard every single word and answers his question.

"No, why?" her gaze darts to the boy next to her. "Aww..you like (y/n)!" she jumps up and down excitedly like a little kid at Christmas.

Tamaki's dark eyes take on the size of plates. He looks at Nejire. What has he done? Did he just say that out loud? Or has Nejire started reading minds? No, that's not her Quirk. Tamaki could smack himself. He spoke his thoughts out loud.

'You idiot, Tamaki,' he thinks. No one should know about his secret love for you. He hasn't even told his best friend Mirio and now it's just bursting out of him. Can't a black hole form underneath him and pull him into the infinite darkness? His nervousness is building up inside him. He would like to go home and never leave his room again in his life. God, that's embarrassing!

"Don't say anything! Please..Nejire, I don't think..-Oh God, she's coming towards us..." just as Tamaki has found his voice again, it always fades away too. The moment he sees you walking around the corner. You recognize him and Nejire immediately and head purposefully towards them. Tamaki doesn't know how to deal with the situation, so he does what he always does. He turns towards a wall to avoid your field of vision. At least that's what he thinks.

You giggle at his reaction on the way to the two of them. You think his shyness is just cute. The boy is pure sugar! You fell in love with him at first sight. Not only does he have a great character, you think. He's also incredibly handsome in your eyes. Especially his pointy ears! You would love to touch them. The dark side of you conjures up images in your head of Tamaki's reaction if you were to actually do it. No, evil, dark side! Off! Not now. I'd love to do it again tonight when you're in bed, but right now it's very inappropriate.

"Hello, you two! Nice to see you! How are you?" you greet the two of them. A big smile graces your lips. Tamaki looks at you from the side and his cheeks immediately turn red. You're driving him crazy!

"Hello, (y/n)! Nice to see you too! Isn't it, Tamaki?" she nudges the dark-haired boy with her elbow. He probably finds the wall more interesting than you. "We're both doing great, and you?" she asks you.

"I'm fine too, thanks for asking! I'm just a bit exhausted from training today," you answer her. You chat about God and the world, trying to get Tamaki involved. But that's as far as it goes. He keeps glancing at you from the side. Why did you have to steal his heart too? And why do you have to be such a pretty girl? You'll drive him crazy.

"Where's Mirio anyway?" you ask after an eternity. It's unusual not to find the blond with his best friend. Your question stabs Tamaki through the heart. Do you like Mirio? Do you love him? Or why the sudden question about him?

"Oh, he's been called to All Might," Nejire smiles cheerfully. "Ah..okay. I was wondering...Um...do you want to do something together after school?" your eyes fall on Tamaki. His head is still leaning against the wall. He's holding his tie tensely in his hand. When your eyes meet, he looks down.

"Unfortunately, I can't today. I still have a lot to do. I don't know about Mirio either. But our dear Tamaki has time. I know that!" Tamaki scowls at Nejire. It looks more like a child sulking at his mother because he didn't get his beloved sweet.

"I'm right, aren't I Tamaki?" she smiles at him with her eyes closed. "Y-yes..." he stammers. "Oh great. Shall we go to the park after school and get some ice cream? It's such nice weather today."

Nejire takes the word for the shy boy.

"Tamaki loves doing that! Then I'll see you two sweeties after school. Unfortunately, we have to go back to class now. Say goodbye to your sweetheart!" babbles the blue-haired girl. The school bell sounds at just the right moment. Before she can pull Tamaki after her, he gathers all his courage.

"T-then see you later at the school gate, (y-y/n). I..I'm looking forward to it!" he smiles at you uncertainly and his head resembles a tomato. "See you later, Tamaki! I'm looking forward to it too! Bye, you two!"

You part ways. Your heart is pounding in your throat. You feel incredibly happy and are looking forward to meeting Tamaki. Maybe you can confess your love to him there.

[theloganator101]

hi! i saw you make bnha critical posts and i hope this doesnt sound rude and you arent obligated to answer this but whats your opinion on the big 3?? when i was super fixated on bnha they were my faves lmao and iwanna hear more opinions about them, still mad about how they did nejire sooo dirty

Ah these characters... I remember seeing them so much on my tiktok that it only serves to make the canon versions of them more pathetic. So let's go over each of them shall we?

Amajiki: Let's start with the shy boi first. Honestly, he's a big fat mood for us introverts... but that doesn't mean I can't talk about THAT scene!

I don't really have a lot to say about him compared to the other two since I think his character is fine enough, but what I WILL say is that he's done so dirty when it came to Bakugou blowing him up.

Yeah. That fucking happens.

That is something Hori wrote and drew because he probably thought it would be funny.

Amajiki was rightfully scared to death of him and tried to get away, but Bakugou caught him and literally blows him up because he refused to fight him.

And again, this is all played for laughs and no one gets on to Bakugou for going overboard... not even Kirishima who should've been angry at him for hurting someone he's been getting close to!

Wow! Glad to see people have their priorities straight here! And other than the occasional comment that gets what's wrong here, This once again shows how desensitized the fandom has become to Bakugou's behavior to where they think this is funny and nothing to be concerned about.

Because if Bakugou was THIS harsh during practice, imagine how it would go against an actual villain wanting to surrender.

Nejire: Oh Nejire, my sweet girl... Out of the trio here, Hori has done you the dirtiest.

Much like his other female characters in his story, you're only made to be fanservice and to just stand around and look pretty for boys to fawn over. To where your only shining moment was in a fucking beauty pageant, and not to mention Hori not even giving you a hero name while the other two get them.

You deserve so much better and to be just as well written as them.

Mirio: Honestly I don't have a lot of strong feelings for him since he's pretty simple.

He's meant to be who All Might could've chosen as a successor, but shows he doesn't need OFA to be a better hero as he strives to do it on his own.

But what gets me about him the most is that he never found out about Nighteye trying to groom him into being All Might 2.0 and his plan to get Izuku to give up OFA... and is now left to think of him fondly.

These three deserve so much more than what canon has given them, and with how much Hori screwed them over... it's better to just read fanfiction that expands on their characters.

[katsudoncat]

I'M SORRY HORI-WHO? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I DON'T KNOW ANYONE WITH THAT NAME…

Mmhh Boku no Hero Academia? Oh, are you referring to that manga that was cut short just before the end? Yes, it's a shame it wasn't finished!

ah wait you said it's finished? oh wow that's true… what things right? it seems that Hirikoshi kept his promise…

Izuku's father was revealed! what a surprise, is Toshinori, yes because a true father is the one who raises not the one who engenders as we say in Mexico, and Izuku and Kacchan finally held hands! and all the plot holes were covered. I'm so happy, Horikoshi is a great writer… applause

IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED I'M BEING FUCKING SARCASTIC!!! I'M SO PISSED OFF!!

First of ALL! In what world is this…

is that a fucking ember? I don't see an ember! To me that's a fucking burning flame!

And This?...

WHAT IS THIS THEN?! A FUCKING PRINTING ERROR?! I don't think so! Those are AFO hole lights! AFO IS IZUKU'S FATHER and no one will ever take that idea away from me!

Let's see what else? Ah, Toshinori like a Good Parent giving Izuku a new suit… let's hope it's not a Mecha-armor like the one he used against All For One…

although I guess there won't be a villain powerful enough to break the armor with Izuku inside....

Yeah, like a damn peanut. 😥

Oh ok I've already seen the last page, thank goodness it's a body armor and not a mecha type armor like All Might.

That's seriously a relief 😩

AND Last but not least… Izu-chan and Kacchan finally held hands!…

Come Deku!

But off-screen!!!! 🤬

Everyone knows that this has always been Deku's dream But in this case the order of the factors does alter the product!

We know from experience that if it is KACCHAN who asks Izuku for something, he will gladly do it! because this is what happens in his head…

And well, who can resist the charm of Bakugou Katsuki? Even I would take his hand 😍

But that's not what I meant, what I meant was that the order of the factors for me does alter the product, because it is Katsuki who must take Izuku's hand and not the other way around, what we expected or at least what I expected was for Izuku-chan to extend his hand towards a fallen Kacchan and for him to take it after hesitating a bit… You know, like the tsundere that he is…

Or rather, what I expected was something like:

They're in a fight with a group of random villains and one of them hits Katsuki's chest right over the scar on his heart, he stumbles out and falls on his back, Izuku sees him and after getting rid of his opponent with a punch to the stomach sending him flying several meters he runs towards Kacchan who is complaining a little while the villain he was fighting approaches mockingly, then Izuku knocks him out with a kick to the head and approaches Katsuki hesitating a little to reach out his hand (due to previous experiences)ias).

"Kacchan, does it hurt a lot? Are you..."

"Don't finish that sentence or I'll kill you, Nerd!"

"O-ok Kacchan"

"So, are you going to help me get up or what?!"

"Of course I do, Kacchan!"

Izuku then takes him by the hand with his bright smile and teary eyes quite happily, Katsuki responds by rolling his eyes with a…

"Tch, you're still a crybaby, nerd" as he stands up and they both walk.

"Ah Kacchan since you're standing you can let go of my hand"

"You're not telling me what to do you fucking nerd!… I'll let go of you whenever I want now hurry up and let's go back to the agency!"

But well, what else is left for us to do, Horikoshi is the creator of the manga and we can only conform and although DFO is not canon for me it is and will always be my headcanon.

Now for 'The more or less good things THAT I found':

The boys had an explosive graduation (thanks Kacchan) as did the Big 3 Mirio, Nejire and Amaijiki.

Izuku learned how to tie a tie properly and now wears formal shoes (bad luck for the quirkless red shoes theory supporters, I thought the same too 😩)

Izuku is a teacher at UA and from what was in his notebook it's possible that he's a Quirk Analysis/Physical Analysis teacher.

Shinsou grew his hair to emulate Aizawa-sensei.

Aizawa-sensei cut his hair and doesn't look like a homeless guy anymore but a 40 year old emo K-poper.

Gran Torino and Chiyo (RG) are still alive despite being very old now.

Kouta-kun goes to UA and still calls Izuku nii-chan.

The kid with the sewn mouth who escaped from the basement of his house is Kouta-kun's classmate and may become a future hero too.

Eri-chan's little horn grew back and she's now in junior high school, I hope that when her horn grew back her quirk also returned to normal (remember that her little horn was like a container for her quirk's power).

Aoyama is back and is also a hero now along with all the ex-1A's.

Izuku is still mumbling his quirk analyses and looking scary doing it.

He still has the heart of a hero and supports kids with weak quirks who are like him (with a hero's heart)

Kacchan continued his physical therapy and it seems that he has fully regained the mobility of his arm.

Kacchan worked hard and saved up for eight years to help fund Izuku's new mech suit and support items so they could be heroes together and follow each other for the rest of their lives! if that's not love then I don't know what is (BKDK CANON BECAUSE I SAY IT YEAH)

Oboro finally rests in peace unless it's Nemuri's grave that the Yama-zawas visit.

Izuku ended up becoming the first Quirkless Hero in history just like he wanted and that makes me happy even though he lost OFA 🥺...

But it still bothers me! SO if a QUIRKLESS wants to be a hero he has to be a billionaire like Batman and Ironman to get a super suit! that was what Horikoshi gave us to understand, QUIRKLESS are still USELESS if they don't use an advanced technology suit! And I know that Izuku will be happy to be able to be a hero again, BUT this is stupid, FUCK YOU HORIKOSI! and it was more than obvious that if the boy keeps training and exercising even without a quirk it's possible that he can lift a car full of people on his head, after all, a Quirk is nothing more than a simple tool, right? If Izuku had continued training his strength and intelligence he would have been unbeatable despite not having a Quirk! If even being a weakling of 14 years without a Quirk he was able to drag a refrigerator with an All Might weighing more than 250 kg on top at the beginning of his training on Dagoba beach.

And I'm also still VERY upset with Horikoshi because I have no idea who Izuku's biological father is (not the adoptive one, I already know it's Toshinori) because he neither confirmed nor denied anything and now I have to imagine everything he left out! And because I didn't see the Baku-Deku holding hands on screen! 😡 SO FOR ME! MY THEORY IS THE TRUE ENDING AND THAT'S IT!

Yeah I know it's been 10 years, the guy must be exhausted and his brain completely fried after all this work, but I'm still upset! and sad! BECAUSE IT'S NOT FAIR! It's not fair what Hirikoshi did to Izuku, the kid didn't need a fucking armor, just a support item maybe, I'm sure if Horikoshi had stayed with Akatani Mikumo 'Yamikumo' the story would have been different and it's possible that he would have been the first quirkless hero with only a support tool…

I wanted to wait for the official release but I saw the spoilers and I couldn't stand it anymore, I'm sorry but I'm not sorry, I had to say I thought about the last chapter of the manga and well this wouldn't be the first time that a mangaka disappoints me (Gosho Aoyama I'm looking at you 😡) And it won't be the last either I guess, and it hurts and I'm torn apart and I just want to have Horikoshi in front of me and punch him or just yell in his face but there's nothing to do but… CREATE TONS OF FANFICTIONS AND SHOW THAT BASTARD HORIKOSHI HOW TO WRITE A TRUE ENDING!!!!!!! but it doesn't matter, as I said, I'm sticking to my own canon 😒 and dedicate myself to writing This critic to vent 😔

[haruka-norikoyo]

Monoma x reader who is Mirio’s younger sibling Part 3

I’ll make the next part more romantic I swear ☹️ Unless you guys like the look into the everyday life of a relationship? Like I’ll still make the next part centered around the relationship. Not that I, single since forever would know. Also, I gave Nejire a little sister cause why not.

Other parts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Part 3/?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Neito Monoma is not one to admit fear often. Although, even if he were to now, he would hardly need to. It is currently evident on his face as he stands in ground beta among the rest of his classmates. Stiff as a board. “What’s wrong, Monoma? It looks like you’ve seen a ghost,” Yanagi whispers. The irony of her quirk being called poltergeist is not lost on him. Not to mention the guy staring at him with a smile that would go unsuspected did go through the walls of his room. But pointing it out is the least of his worries right now. He has to survive this.

Tsuburaba leans back to their one sided conversation. “Is it me, or is that upperclassman staring at you very intently?” Yes, astute observation Tsuburaba thank you— HELP ME!

He’s sure no one can feel the murderous aura being directed at him because well— who would think that?! The guy’s got an innocent looking face and is one of the top contenders to be a pro in the school! Neito recounts his whole life in his head while three of the two introduces themselves. The raven haired third year isn’t far from how he looks at the moment— ready to shrivel up on the ground to get away from this situation.

“So, ah, basically, for class 1-A, we did a practical demonstration. It worked pretty well, so I’ll be doing the same thing with you guys!” Mirio says.

Some of his classmates glance at him at the mention of class 1-A. Yet, much to their confusion and concern he didn’t so much as react, nor grumble about class 1-A getting to do the training before them.

Awase nudges him. “Monoma, are you okay..?”

But, he’s in no state of mind to respond. I’m dead. I’m so dead. It’s confirmed. Neito lifts his head up to the sky, where he’d probably be going soon. It’s been a good year with (y/n). I regret nothing. Though, no, if only I get to say I love you to them one more time. I’d do anything to see them—

The gates of Ground Beta creak as they open. There, his beacon of light stands. His hope has come! Panting, looking like they’ve ran all across the seven seas— no seriously, you’re drenched in sweat. You had sprinted to 1-B’s classroom first, finding it empty. Panicked. Then to Nezu’s office to ask where the hell 1-B is. Lastly, all the way to the site of Ground Beta.

“Eh? Is that Togata from 1-A?”

“What’re they doing over here?”

Confusion spreads amongst the class. Some look over to Neito, relieved that he’s got his usual crazed look on his face when 1-A comes. At least he’s back to his usual self, right?

“Oh (y/n)! I love you!” Neito proclaims under the influence of his nerves and the brush against death.

“Huh..?”

“What the fuck—”

“Did I just hear…?”

“(Y/n) as in (y/n) Togata from class 1-A right?”

“Monoma, like our Monoma, to someone from 1-A?”

“Shiozaki, should we be praying?”

Neito ignores his classmates’ disbelief in favor of running to you. Though, with the overwhelming pressure of Mirio’s eyes landing upon him, he retreats back among his classmates.

Once you’ve caught your breath, you point an accusatory finger at Mirio. “I know that you know!”

“Hey (y/n)… shouldn’t you be at class?” your brother laughs awkwardly.

“Oho, don’t bullshit me!”

Vlad King just looks at the scene in confusion. It was enough that you bursted into his class, and Monoma yelled “I love you” to someone from 1-A, but now you’ve started cussing out the guest in his class? He knew you guys are siblings, but that’s about all he knows…

“Togata, both of you— what’s going on?” he asks.

“Well—”

Before Mirio could downplay gravity of the situation, you raise your head up and yell, “My brother is a psychopath!” which didn’t help at all…

You shake your head, before bowing politely at Vlad. He was sort of taken aback by your quick change of attitude. “Sorry sensei, but could I please speak to him? It’s an emergency. Again, I’m sorry for disrupting your class.”

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on or..?”

You don’t say anything else as you march away towards Mirio, who stands in place fiddling with his thumbs. Hado and Tamaki stare just like the rest of the class, looking between you and Mirio. “What have you already done?” you ask. Crossing your arms, your gaze hardens at your brother. Despite him beating you up with a single punch earlier, he sweats from your glare. “The truth.” “I may or may not have scared him a little.”

“And?”

“Threatened to pummel him till his mama don’t know him if he hurts you.”

“He’s not gonna hurt me!”

At this point, 1-B is getting the gist of the situation. Still, they are hard pressed to believe it. This is self proclaimed class 1-A’s biggest hater they’re talking about. Their Monoma. Is he really dating someone from class 1-A?

“I know but y’know just in case...”

You take a deep breath, rubbing your hand down your face with a groan. “I’m staying here for the whole class. I’ll be watching you!”

A voice interrupts your confrontation. “No, Togata.”

Your breath hitches. You look behind you, finding Aizawa walking through the gates you’d left open. “Get back to class. I never dismissed you.”

“But—”

“I get the general idea. Don’t worry, your brother’s not gonna kill a kid,” he sighs, clearly unamused that he had to hunt you down for something like this. “If he did, he wouldn’t be in this school.”

You purse your lip. Not that you think he’d genuinely do so, and Neito can handle himself just fine. You’re confident in his abilities. But… well, he’s your boyfriend. And also your brother has the best chance of being the number one hero even amount pros. “…Yes, sensei.” You side eye Mirio, who sighs in relief. Right before leaving Ground Beta with your teacher, you stop and call out, “If you irreparably injure him I’m never talking to you again!!! Bye Neito, love you too!” Slam! The site’s gates shake the ground once they’re closed.

“Ahem,” Vlad glances at Neito, who’s doing his darnest to avoid the gazes of his classmates. His dramatic love confession finally registers in his brain and now he’s going red. “Lets continue with class.”

Meanwhile…

“Tamaki, Hado… what do I do? (Y/n) says they’ll never talk to me…”

“Just don’t irreparably injure him?!”

“I wasn’t planning to…”

“Then there’s no problem right..?” Tamaki stares at him, aghast. “Aha, I get it. I get protective of my younger sister too. Sometimes I feel like I could end someone even if I hold back!” Hado beams, as if what she’s saying can’t put her on a watchlist.

“Seriously you guys!”

***

You awkwardly walk with Aizawa back to the classroom, where the rest of your classmates are now. Ah, you’d just ran out of the gym screaming about someone about to be killed, huh? They’re probably worried…

“Personal relationships are none of my business, so I expect you to not make it my business again, okay?” You shudder. He isn’t facing you, but you can tell that he’s probably glowering at the moment. “Y-Yes sensei! I’m very sorry sensei, it won’t happen again!”

“Good. Now, you’re the one who’ll explain things to your classmates.”

You gulp. There was the slightest hint of petty amusement when he said that. Likely payback. “Yep… of course…”

I dread it.

[alesyira]

'tis but a scratch

this spoilery bit of content happens much later on in villain, and by the time we actually get there, that whole story will have been revised a ton to correctly align with the prequel content i've been working on lately.

I'm quite mad that i cannot figure out how to format this like i want to, so extra spaces it is.

With all the destruction i'm writing this week with Mirio's prequel oneshots, there was a joke about how he'd need to retire and run off to hawaii when he eventually gets rid of OfA, and I made the offhanded comment that he'd better run before Hitoshi catches him after Mirio hurts Izuku ...

look if you've seen half of the painful content i've been shoving at the server you'd totally understand why people were like OH NO IZUKU

look, here, he's fine(ish)

The beginning of the end, for Izuku, occurs on a sunny afternoon. 

Or is it the end of the beginning?

With his hand tucked into the crook of Hitoshi's elbow, he hangs on with a quiet sort of joy at being escorted to the market for groceries. The tail end of his capture weapon clings to the back of his neck and trails beneath his shirt, smoothing over his skin in a slow pattern that never stills. They are in the middle of a quiet discussion about what they might make for dinner when Izuku notices the scent of ozone. 

And then,

nothing.

He isn't usually lucid for these strange daydreams. 

snips of screaming

 

blankness

overlapping voices

hey, look

come with us

warm 

cold 

wet 

nothing

home

destiny

When he rouses from his moment, it turns out it wasn't a moment. He aches from head to toe. His mouth is like a desert, parched and dry. There's a vague coppery taste in the back of his throat. His eyes feel like they've been glued shut.

He has no idea where he is. Things are fuzzy around the edges. There's a quiet beeping from his left, and on his right...

the warm slide of Hitoshi's capture weapon drifts along his arm. His hand twitches, wanting to grasp something that he knows is safe. If that's here, then-

"Izuku," Hitoshi whispers. 

The knot of stress in his chest loosens minutely. He's here. 

"Stay still. I've got you."

He'd really like to know where he is and what's going on, but Hitoshi's fingers pressing against his palm will suffice for now. 

"You were nearly crushed by a hero crash-landing right next to you."

He quirks an eyebrow. Hitoshi correctly interprets it as a request for more information. "Hero's okay, probably. At least, they're fine from that impact. Whatever's wrong with them otherwise is a different story."

His brows scrunch low. His lips twitch into a frown. 

"Lemillion."

The word is enough to make him choke on his next breath. The last time he'd seen that hero in person had been a terrifying day. 

Twice now, though.  Twice he'd had an encounter with the hero, and twice he'd had - well... apparently a rough day. 

His lips part. He wants to ask for water, but no sound escapes. 

What the hell happened to me?

An ice chip sweeps slowly across his lower lip.

"Ah, don't cry," he hears Hitoshi gently admonish. "You're already dehydrated enough." 

Water drips between his lips, terribly slow. He wants to suck down an entire gallon of water, but he doesn't think he'd be able to lift a cup, let alone swallow right now.

"You've got an IV in with some fluids. It should help."

Where the hell am I?

He manages to crack open his right eye, but his vision is blurry. 

Gentle whispers echo in the farthest corners of the room, so vague he's not sure he's understanding the words.

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