#also have a conclusion on when vigilantes is based on a few key pieces of information but that's for another post

[destinywillowleaf]

My Hero Academia and the Time Relative to reality

I doubt anyone's gonna see this, but who cares. Heavily inspired by (and sort of adding on to) this post: https://writoric.tumblr.com/post/651372328051245056/bnha-calendar-years

Obviously I'm not the first to take a crack at this, but using the above post and other available information helps to heavily reduce the specific years in which this series could occur.

Known pieces of data:

Yawara Chatora, AKA Tiger, was born on February 29th, and is 31 when we meet him in Midoriya's first year at U.A.

Midoriya's hero license, as seen in Episode 60 (A Talk about Your Quirk).

All Might's training regimen worksheets for Midoriya, as seen in Episode 2.

Note that the additional information on Midoriya's license (namely, the last line above his hero name) and the date range for All Might's training plans are not present in the English translation of the manga. However, since the post this was inspired by used the anime screenshot of the training regimen, I believe using the license information is fair game.

Still, there's a lot to note here. For one, Midoriya's license. The small text in the middle section - between his real name and his hero name - reads as follows:

所属国立雄英高等学校ヒーロー科1年A組 住所XX市XX区XX XX-XXX-XX 交付20XX年XX月XX日

which translates to, according to Google Translate:

Affiliation National Yuei High School Hero Department 1st grade A group Address XX City XX Ward XX XX-XXX-XX Delivery 20XX Year XX Month XX Day

20XX. Any year from 2000 to 2099. Except the years are more narrowed down than that, as Tiger turns 32, which would occur on a leap year(or at least on a year divisible by 4. 3000 isn't a leap year, but 2068 is still a viable birth year for now). At the earliest, the license is given in 2003, and at the latest, it's 2099.

Things get narrowed down further with the training regimen, as pointed out in the original post. Years with Monday, April 8th and Friday, May 31st occur a number of times, but there are only 4 years in the range of 2000-2099 that have that setup and are two years before a leap year. 2002, 2030, 2058, and 2086.

Which, as the original post goes on to clarify, leads to Midoriya's first year at U.A. being in 2003, 2031, 2059, or 2087. The original post added additional years beyond 2087, but with the license information, those years are not being considered. There's no easy way to narrow down the information further within the main series, but there is one piece of data to help in Vigilantes.

Chapter 69's first page shows Koichi with some kids, playing on handheld systems. While this could very well be just a cute image that's not really canon to the rest of the story, the style of the systems are extremely similar to the Nintendo 2DS XL (on the left) and the Nintendo 3DS (on the right). The 3DS didn't come out until 2011, which would eliminate 2003 as a possible start year for Midoriya at U.A. If you want to get really nitpicky, Oboro wears crocs in his civilian outfit in the extras of volume 26 and crocs the company was founded in 2002 so there's no way Oboro could be wearing them if Midoriya started school in 2003.

It still leaves 2031, 2059, and 2087 as possible start years, and I'm not entirely sure how to eliminate it more. Unless there's information tucked away in a flashback that helps to eliminate more, I'm not sure where else to look. I'm... not really taking into account the whole "it's been like 200 years since the first quirk and technology hasn't developed much" thing, because technology has developed, just in different ways to suit the environment.

tl;dr Midoriya's first year at U.A. is (most likely) in 2031, 2059, or 2087 and I don't know how to figure out which one. I know a lot of people go with the 2030s in general so this is just additional evidence that says "you're sort of right".

[bnha-almost-a-hero]

*✧･ﾟ━━envy,

shigaraki tomura has always been left in the shadows. he accepted early, that life was an ever-flowing stream: people moved forward and he was just a rock, a hitch in the waters. he was always content to stay that way, until you came into his life and brought with you the devil in his eyes. now, he won’t be so mellow. part of my ‘seven deadly sins’ anthology.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; yandere! shigaraki tomura, the lov, a poor friend

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; yandere & unhealthy relationships & death & knives & manipulation & torture & shigaraki has big bad thoughts (involving murder) & jealousy & my gross overuse of ampersands and hyphen-minuses.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; tumblr’s turning me into an html coder i swear. gonna be hacking databases soon, everyone watch out- 👀

You brought them, Shigaraki noted as you swung open the metal door to the League’s newest hideout. No, you hadn’t just brought them, you were holding them, arm in arm, like some kind of—.

Like some kind of couple.

Shigaraki had been tolerating it ever since you convinced him to let your creature of a ‘friend’ join his League. Hell, he hadn’t even noticed your two’s closeness until he overheard Toga and Dabi commenting on it, yet, when he did, he couldn’t help but feel the bile in his gut simmer every time he saw you two together.

Admittedly, he had brushed all of this under the carpet, steering his thoughts back to the undermining and then destruction of hero society. After all, the innovators of socio-political reformations didn’t envy a irrelevant pawn. The grand boss did not weep over a lost romance with a side character.

Shigaraki was more than that.

Shigaraki was better than that.

Shigaraki had never considered himself a knife person. He never really considered himself a weapons person in general. Sure, he had a few replica swords which cost way too much money that he stuffed into his closet back in Kamino Ward, but he had never used a weapon as a tool for when he need to get the job done.

That was more of Toga and Spinner’s forte and a weapon was an exercise in futility when one had a Quirk which could crumble flesh to dust. 

Even so, Shigaraki had to admit that using his Quirk on your friend would be much too easy. He had come to this conclusion upon seeing your friend place their slimy hand against the swell of your hip, rubbing it gently which sent you into a flurry of laughter. 

Perhaps a knife wasn’t so bad after all.

Your smile is the worst thing about this ordeal, Shigaraki decides.

When you first joined, you gave Shigaraki a small smile that made his heart flutter against his ribs. He thought himself special, that that smile was only reserved for himself. All that stopped when he first observed you giving that same smile to Toga; then Magne and Twice; then Compress and then Spinner and Dabi and finally your little friend.

Toga, Magne and Twice he wasn’t too bothered by, all of them were amicable with the rest of the League and they seemed to attract the rest of the members to themselves like magnets. It was only natural that you got along with them, surely.

With Compress, he was irked. He was irked by his magic routines and he was irked by your constant awe-filled glimmer in your eyes whenever he performed one. A trick, Shigaraki convinced himself, he’s a trickster—he doesn’t deserve you... But I do.

He found Spinner quite puzzling. You had gone out of your way to break the lizard out of his shell and, in that regard, Shigaraki was annoyed that you had invested your time bonding with someone that wasn’t him. And yet, Spinner and Shigaraki had a silent brotherhood amongst each other: a bro-code if he were an obnoxious frat-boy. And, over video games and tabletop sessions, Shigaraki realised: Spinner was no true competition, not when held against—

Dabi, Shigaraki gritted his teeth. He was the wild card, the wrench in his perfect plans. He was always there with a snide comment and his shoulders slouched whenever he spoke with Shigaraki. When he was with you, however, he took on another demeanour: the demeanour of a suave bachelor, looking for the next person who’s heart he would eat. 

He was particularly touchy with you, an arm slung over your shoulder; hand on your head, rubbing it. Worst of all were the whispered conversations he’d have with you when you two were hidden in some corner of the hideout and your echoing laughter and the way Dabi would angle his head to look at Shigaraki with those electrifying eyes. 

He knows, Shigaraki thought, he’s playing with you, he’s playing with me. And, somehow, that made him even angrier, but also calmed his nerves. Dabi wouldn’t take this seriously, Shigaraki realised, if I don’t take this seriously. The key to chasing Dabi off lay in your little friend.

Dabi was both one of the strongest and weakest link in the League. His Quirk made him priceless in the grand scheme of things, though his loyalty wasn’t absolute. He could very well win the League the game just as he sold them out to any vigilante that came running. Still, his Quirk at least put him ahead of your friend.

Your friend—who was distracting you from your assignments.

Your friend—who’s loyalty was only based on if you were still in the game.

Your friend—who was constantly fucking everyone else over during engagements because they’re tunnel vision constricted them to look out for the safety of themselves and you as opposed to the safety of the team.

Your friend—who’s Quirk might as well have been the ability to piss water compared to the multitude of useful powers simmering with the League.

They were the weakest link.

They needed to go.

And he’d need Dabi to ensure their departure.

“You’re real crazy you know that, boss?” Dabi had drawled when Shigaraki had first propositioned him for the task. ”But what do I have to do with it? Isn’t she your girl?”

Shigaraki tried to keep the emotion from rising to his face, “No.” He said, cold as frost. “I’ve seen the way you act with her,” Shigaraki almost bit his tongue as he recited his rehearsed lines. “Don’t you want to get rid of the common denominator in all our problems?”

“I don’t have anything against them,” Dabi retorted, though his spine and jaw were stiff and his lips whispered something that his vocal chords did not speak.

“Not after they insulted your scars or when they jumped in front of you during our raid and blamed you when they got burned?” Only the latter was true, the former Shigaraki could only draw from his own insecurities. “I never pegged you for the forgiving type, Dabi.”

The flame-user’s face darkened, eyes glowing a pure blue. “What did they say about my scars?” 

Jackpot, Shigaraki thought. Dabi was always one to tease and a fair bit of the League would retort to those chaff by teasing his scars, but Shigaraki had seen the way his eyes would narrow or how he’d cringe slightly at every scar-related epithet.

“I overheard them, on the phone, a few days ago. They said it was a bother to look at you, that you were a detriment to the League with your attitude,” Shigaraki was never good at speaking, never good at manipulating someone, but his obsession was driving him toward you. He was always going towards you. “But, I think we both know who the real detriment is.”

“Right,” Dabi mutters as he shoves his hands in his pants. “I’ll have them by tomorrow, just let me get one in first. I want to make them look just like me.”

Shigaraki rasped and raked his fingers across his neck, “Whatever.”

Dabi, true to his word, had made them look like him. In fact, they were so scarred up that Shigaraki could barely get a piece of pristine skin to ruin. They didn’t last very long, all things considered and Dabi’s fire reduced them to ashes in the wind—not a trace left.

You were devastated, of course, sobbing on Shigaraki’s shoulder as you explained how your friend hadn’t called in two weeks. Soon, Shigaraki told himself, those weeks would turn into months and months into years. Your dear friend would fade from the League’s memory and, with time, yours. 

He would be the beacon in your time of darkness: just like his Sensei had been for him and you’d forget that this ever occurred.

Because, in truth, it never happened.