#and aizawa is actually barely in it but of course. the part I have written out in full sentences is his tiny cameo 😂

[karliahs]

For the fic writer ask: 39, 41, 67?

thank you for asking!!

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

ahhh so this is from late on in a fic that...honestly may very well never get finished, because even just in concept it is long and I don't know if I have it in me to get consumed by a project for another 2 months right now.

but I am having a lot of fun playing around with it, so here is some shinsou-POV. hifumi is his younger sister who has a telepathy quirk:

Hifumi comes back a minute or so later, pushing a wheelchair. “That weirdo you’re obsessed with saw me take it, so we might be about to get busted.” It takes Hitoshi a second longer than it should to translate that. “Aizawa’s here?” Hifumi sends him an image of Aizawa slumped in a plastic chair, one eye open and fixed on Hifumi as she swipes a wheelchair. Hitoshi blames the drugs for the sharp little tug in his chest. “Basically hasn’t left.”  Hitoshi should have figured that out, probably. Who else would have left his capture weapon at the foot of the bed? He threads his hand through its coils, savouring its weight. If he’d had it before… “If he was gonna stop us, he’d have done it already,” Hitoshi says, trying to sound more confident than he feels. Hifumi shrugs, inspecting the equipment by the bed, a careful hand tracing the line of his IV. “Well, if we get caught I’m going to say you brainwashed me into it.”

41. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I LOVE rereading fics. honestly with media in general I kind of prefer re-experiencing it to experiencing it for the first time. that familiarity is so comforting, and I'm always bringing a slightly different context to the work, and it's interesting reading earlier parts of a story again when you know what's going to happen

slight exception for a handful of my favourite fics, which I can hardly ever reread because they make me too crazy

67. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

I've only written a handful of things from prompts but I had a really good time doing so!! it made me explore stuff I'd have never gotten into on my own - body swap, for example. so a lot of the time now my independent ideas are me prompting myself to try stuff where my initial reaction is "hm, idk if I'd write that"

I rarely actively request prompts and can't promise I'll write anything for them, but I'm always happy to receive them!!

[rayshippouuchiha]

Bnha au idea where they have to actually write down who they would prefer to partner with should a "fuck or die" quirk incident happen, before resorting to professional intervention. Because look, quirks are already so fucking weird, and being a hero puts you in the path for some ridiculous shit. Redundant and hopefully unnecessary paperwork defining hypothetical situations like that makes SENSE!

(There's the random person with nurse training who has gone through extra training/psychological evaluations to be certified for medically necessary sex if the person doesn't have anyone on their list/no-one on their list agreed)

This would also be a situation where the quirk is more just "unreasonably boosting existing libido" so ace people can't be affected (or kids, cause no. But that DOES need to be clarified I think)

Anyways it kinda comes back to my enjoyment of the mutual pining where they aren't ever going to do anything unless actually pushed into it, but wanting actual consent to be a thing that happens.

Would be a fun AiDeku idea, just one of the two of them getting affecting by a fuck or die quirk and the reveal that they are the others first choice for a partner. Would be very fun if it was like, pro-hero Deku who got hit with it and the nursing staff is just like "who the FUCK is this Aizawa person?!?" And then Aizawa shows up a whole-ass exhausted hobo man who's a fucking mess and they are like "This is him? THIS!!! Deku get some STANDARDS PLEASE!!!"

Not gonna lie, I read the very first sentence of this and my mind immediately went AiDeku AU so it's nice to see we're on the same general wavelength. SO here we go again!:

The Emergency Intimacy Contact (EIC for short) has been a long-standing tradition in heroics. It was drafted into the official paperwork required by all heroes regardless of public standing since the villain Cupid had rained quirk-enhanced arrows down on the heroes of Tokyo a couple decades before.

(The fall out had seen the entire Heroes Wing of Tokyo General turned into what was, essentially, a giant orgy that had resulted in several divorces, the formation of a number of new couples and throuples, a handful of shotgun weddings, and the birth of two sets of very very spoiled twins the following year.)

Making sure one has their EIC filled out is a serious and important part of setting their affairs in order when embarking on such a dangerous career as professional heroics.

Which means, of course, that barely anyone takes it seriously these days.

Spouses and partners are, of course, commonly jotted down for heroes who are in committed relationships with no interest in straying. Others write down close and trusted friends.

But there's a rather large portion of modern heroes who use their EIC as a sort of "fantasy bid" or even as their "one exception" with a more serious aka realistic EIC written down as a backup.

And since consent has to be had from both parties whenever an EIC is enacted no one really bothers to police who is and isn't put down.

"Take it seriously," Toshinori had always warned Izuku. "If you don't choose wisely and you ever need it ,,, friendships have been ruined over less."

There's a wealth of things there that Toshinori had never fully explained but Izuku had been able to put the pieces together easily enough. All Might and Sir Nighteye's fall out had been rather famous after all and had actually started the year before Toshinori had been so grievously injured.

Izuku had debated over who to put down as his EIC when he'd first had to fill them out. At the time, freshly debuted as a pro and still pretty much alone, he'd had no real options no matter how unappealing the alternatives, sedation and/or a trained professional stepping in if necessary, had seemed.

But now, years later and with the form renewals having come around for the year, a part of him is thrilled that he might actually have choices these days.

It really is a wonder, the things that friends can come in handy for.

Getting arrested with Hitoshi that one time and then meeting and being rather forcefully adopted by the majority of his UA class really was one of the better things to ever happen to Izuku.

But still, choosing which of his friends to ask something like this from has been proving to be almost equally as difficult.

"Come on Zu," Hitoshi huffs from his places sprawled out on the floor, "it's not that difficult."

"Is too," Izuku refuses to admit he might whine just a bit.

"It's really not," Ochako chimes in from where she's nestled between Tenya and Tsu.

"People with two partners don't get to speak," Denki chimes in then.

"~Jeal~ous~," Ochako practically sings, expression smug.

"Just do what the rest of us single people are doing," Denki waves Ochako off with a rude hand gesture. "Put down whoever you think is the hottest hero you wouldn't mind getting hot and heavy with. I, for example, have put down our very own Enigma."

"Sucks to be you," Hitoshi pipes up then, "cause I put down Hawks."

"I'm at least your second choice right?" Denki practically pleads.

"Zu's my second choice," Hitoshi immediately shoots him down.

"Hitoshi!" Izuku sputters just a bit.

"Zu, broccoli boy, the sunshine of my dark life," Hitoshi rolls his head enough to look up at him, "if you're not the first or second choice of at least half the people in this room alone I'll eat my capture scarf."

There's suddenly a lot of people very pointedly not looking in Izuku's direction.

Izuku can't help but wish he'd taken an extra patrol like Shouto did if only to have escaped this conversation before it ever happened.

"Seriously though," Hitoshi continues. "Just pick. Pick a friend or, like Denki said, pick someone unrealistic but hot that you wouldn't mind getting railed by."

Teeth chewing at his bottom lip, Izuku bobs his head in acknowledgment and turns his attention back towards his paperwork.

In the end he ends up filling the three blanks that have been provided out backward. His third spot is taken by Shouto and his second by Hitoshi.

They're two of his closest friends these days and neither of them is in a relationship like Tenya, Ochako, and Tsu are. No matter how hard Denki keeps trying to change that where Hitoshi is concerned.

But when it comes to that number one spot ,,,

Well Izuku suddenly can't get Denki and Hitoshi's suggestion out of his head.

Someone hot. Someone sexy but generally unrealistic.

A fantasy pick.

When Izuku thinks about getting absolutely railed as Hitoshi put it, there's really only one name that comes to mind.

Izuku only hesitates for a few more seconds before he finally breaks and fills in the final blank.

Hopefully the occasion will never come where Izuku has to explain to his entire friend group that his fantasy pick is the infamous Demon-sensei that still haunts the majority of their nightmares.

Besides, it's not like the Eraserhead would ever actually agree to help him out if Izuku did have to call in his EIC.

Six months later and Izuku will look back on this moment and cringe.

[five-rivers]

Danger First

Chapter 3

@pocketramblr (also please let me know if you would like me to stop tagging you on these, I don't want to be annoying. :))

"WAIT!" shouted Nana abruptly, as Izuku was talking to his (weirdo) teacher. "I know who that is! Quick, get ready to turn everything off!"

"Turn what off?" asked En. "We live in a formless mental void. We don't even have electricity."

"The quirk! That's Eraserhead!"

"Oh, yeah," said Yoichi, while everyone else (sans Second and Third) scrambled to grab onto the quirk. "I remember Eight meeting him, now! So, he's a teacher, huh?"

"How do all of you forget the one person who might be capable of one-shotting All for One?" demanded Nana.

"Doesn't his quirk not work on mutations?"

"Stop daydreaming and get over here, Yoichi!"

The quirkspace began to glow faintly, ominously red, and the ghosts pulled hard on the quirk, holding it temporarily out of Izuku's reach.

Then, the red glow abated and they dropped it back into place.

"Well, that was exhausting," said Banjo. "So, we'll have to be constantly ready for that, huh?"

"As long as he's around, yeah," said Nana.

"Why did we just do that, anyway?" asked En.

"So we can continue to masquerade as a normal, non-haunted quirk?"

"We could have just let him think he didn't have a quirk, or that the anxiety-"

"Super anxiety."

"-isn't part of it."

Yoichi gasped, as if scandalized. "You'd want us to lie to Izuku?"

"Okay, seriously, what is up with you and Nine?" asked En.

Despite not having a body, Yoichi began to visibly sweat. "Nothing, nothing at all. I just... think he's neat?"

"If you're going to lie to us, can you not do it with archaeomemes?" asked Nana.

"No, no, actually, I can get behind this," said En. "Would you say Izuku has... vibes?"

Yoichi nodded solemnly.

.

"Young Midoriya!"

Izuku shrieked and jumped back from the sudden sound as All Might suddenly emerged from an otherwise innocuous bush.

Both of them froze, staring at each other.

"Are you..." said All Might, hesitantly, sounding much more like he did in his small form than usual, "alright?"

"I... think so?"

"That's good, then." All Might coughed slightly into his fist. "I was wondering if you had a few minutes."

"Of- of course!" said Izuku, immediately.

"Then allow me to lead the way!"

All Might led him through a door labeled 'staff only' and immediately deflated. "All the staff know about my condition," explained Mr. Yagi.

Izuku nodded. Then a thought occurred to him. "Mr. Yagi?"

"Yes, my boy?"

"Why, um, why don't you teach, um, as Mr. Yagi? Instead of as All Might? Wouldn't it save your time?"

Mr. Yagi stopped and scratched his head. "I hadn't really thought about it before," he admitted. "But part of the reason I took this job, other than wanting to help train the next generation of heroes, of course, is that I want to get people used to the idea that I am going to retire." He tugged on one of his bangs. "Also, ah, I'm not sure if my qualifications to teach are quite up to par without my reputation."

"I'm sure it would be fine! You're the best, after all!"

Mr. Yagi chuckled. "I'm glad you think so," he said. Then he reached behind him and opened a door. "In any case: my office."

"Wow," said Izuku, quietly, stepping in. "All Might's office..." Who knew when he'd get another opportunity like this again? He kept his eyes wide to drink in the details.

The rather sparse details. The office was rather bare. Which made sense, seeing as All Might was a brand-new teacher. It was sort of... disappointing, as thrilling as it was.

Mr. Yagi sat down behind the desk and gestured for Izuku to take one of the other chairs. It had a lot of cushioning. A lot a lot. Izuku sank down into the fluff as Mr. Yagi fiddled with a drawer on his desk. He got the drawer open, and pulled out a notebook. A notebook of the same brand Izuku liked to use, actually.

"Since your experiences with One for All are so different from mine, I thought it might be a good idea to do some research into past holders and take a leaf out of your notebook, as it were." He passed the notebook over to Izuku, who took it with shaking hands and a slightly open mouth.

"I'll treasure it," he declared, voice wobbling.

"Not so much that you don't use it, I hope," said Mr. Yagi. "As it is, it's only an overview. The earlier holders, especially, don't have many records associated with them. Consider it a starting point. I haven't had much time to work on it."

"I can't believe you found the time to write this at all," said Izuku, flipping through the pages. The information was sparse, but each holder had a basic profile, all the way back to the fourth. "I mean, between being a hero, training me, and preparing to be a teacher, I'm stunned nothing fell by the wayside!"

Mr. Yagi proceeded to turn a very interesting color.

"Uh, nothing fell by the wayside, right?"

"Why don't you take a few minutes to skim through. If anything jumps out at you right away, we can talk about it. And then I'll let you go get changed and go home, and we can discuss more later, after you've had more time with it."

"Okay!" said Izuku. He'd start with just the basic profiles. Name, date of birth, date of death, quirk... wait, those ages... "They all died young," he said, softly.

"Hero work is dangerous," said Mr. Yagi, hand going to his side.

"There's something else, isn't there?"

"Not something you need to worry about. I took care of it, years ago." The hand holding his side spasmed slightly.

"... Six years ago?" asked Izuku, aware he was pushing his luck. But this sounded both important and relevant.

There was a long pause. "Yes," said All Might, finally. "A villain with a longevity quirk. He... had a history with the first user."

Izuku got the feeling that was an understatement. It also seemed unlikely that the only application of the villain's quirk was longevity, given what he'd done to All Might. But the subject was clearly making All Might uncomfortable, so he dropped it in favor of burying his nose in the notebook again.

(Social fumbles aside, this was the most secure Izuku had felt for... a while.)

"The sixth user had a smoke quirk?"

"Yes, it seems so. Although it doesn't seem to have been actual smoke, but a biological compound."

"I wonder if that has anything to do with all the steam you release when you deflate. Actually..." he flipped back through the quirk. "I wonder if you're using Float, too, subconsciously, when you jump."

"What?"

"I- I mean," said Izuku, "I noticed, when, um, when I grabbed your ankle and also in videos of you- Your hang time is kind of messed up? You're in the air for longer than you should be, but it isn't, like, consistent? Plus, you can change direction mid-air, which I thought was because you were shooting out blasts of air pressure with your quirk, but with me on your ankle, you definitely didn't do that. There was- there was a forum I was on where some people thought your quirk tapped into magnetic fields, somehow, but that doesn't make any sense, because you'd expect a lot more electronic interference and that similar locations would produce similar results, given the Earth's magnetic field, but they don't. But subconscious, low-level use of a telekinesis-based flying quirk would explain everything. If we take into account what you said about my anxiety after the entrance exam, then that's minor expressions of three out of four of the quirks listed here, not counting the base stockpile and enhancement quirk. Do you think the unknown quirks of the second and third users might have partially manifested for you as well? Have you experienced anything else that's atypical for a strength enhancement quirk?"

Mr. Yagi stared at Izuku.

Oh, no, he'd gone too far.

"Nothing immediately comes to mind, my boy," he said, faintly. "But... magnets? Really?"

"I told you it didn't make any sense."

Mr. Yagi rubbed his chin. "There might be something, but... it's too unclear to say either way. I'll keep an eye out. It's just... a lot to take in. I thought One for All was done surprising me."

"When has it surprised you before?"

"Oh, under the influence of certain mental quirks, you can wind up hallucinating the previous users."

"Hallucinating?"

"Yes. But being under the influence of a mental quirk is always the larger issue, so..."

"Mr. Yagi," said Izuku. "That's really the kind of thing you should let people know about up front."

"I- is it?"

.

The ghosts all stared at Nana.

"Hey, don't blame this on me! None of us explained that kind of stuff before passing One for All on."

"In our defense," said En, half raising a hand, "we were usually dying when we passed it on."

"More importantly," said Hikage, "do you think Ninth is right about the quirks?"

"It would make sense," mused Yoichi. "Although then we'd have to wonder why Blackwhip didn't manifest similarly."

"Is it too much for me to get someone to use my quirk? My extremely awesome quirk, that has no downsides?"

"It is powered almost exclusively by rage."

"No downsides."

"You-"

"No. Downsides."

.

Aizawa passed him an envelope labeled 'quirk counseling' along with the standard schedule and orientation packet he was handing to everyone else. It didn't look like any of his class mates had noticed, though, for which Izuku was grateful. He didn't want to be known as a weirdo who didn't know what his own quirk was.

He heavily suspected he was tapping into Danger Sense, somehow, but he didn't know how, and the fourth user of One for All had lived so long ago there weren't any records of him. Not easily and publicly available. Everything Mr. Yagi had written in his notebook (that Izuku had probably stayed up way too late reading... and texting Mr. Yagi about it... and comparing it to his notes... and texting Mr. Yagi about that... and reviewing old All Might compilations and theory threads... and having Mr. Yagi threaten to call his mom if he didn't go to sleep...) about the fourth user had been retrieved from the journals Mr. Yagi's mentor had passed down, according to one of the source notes in the margin.

(Mr. Yagi had really neat, small handwriting, which Izuku wouldn't have ever expected from his large, dramatic signatures as All Might, and his notes were meticulous and carefully cited. If Izuku didn't know better, he would have thought it belonged to a secretary.)

But despite Izuku's suspicions, he didn't actually know. He didn't know it's range, what it defined as danger, whether or not it 'ranked' dangers, how to distinguish it from normal anxiety, or- Well. Anything, really. And he would really like to.

He opened the envelope quietly. Inside was a handwritten note instructing him to pick one of three schedules for quirk counseling and return it to Aizawa by the end of the day. The other pages were printed, with times and possible locations. Options for both before and after the school day.

Izuku felt his eyes tearing up. This was easily the nicest thing a teacher had ever done for him... Although he was nervous about being alone with Aizawa. Some of his other teachers, when they asked him to stay after class it was... not good.

Nothing bad happened, not like in movies or TV shows or the awareness videos the school had shown sometimes. The teachers didn't hurt him, really, didn't do anything to him, other than talk or yell, mostly, but it still wasn't good.

Maybe he could ask Mr. Yagi or Recovery Girl to sit in... But he already felt bad, taking up so much of their time.

He picked one of the after school schedules. He was already staying late on the other days to work with Mr. Yagi, and if something did go wrong, he wanted to have the night to recover before he had to face Aizawa again in class.

He put it to the side, so he'd remember to give it to Aizawa before he left, then looked over the class schedule. Homeroom, Math, Hero Art History, History, and English in the morning. At least this morning. The history classes alternated with something called Heroics-Applied Science and Hero Law and Ethics. Afternoons, meanwhile, were entirely occupied by Hero Basic Training.

And every class would be taught by a pro hero. He wondered if it would be rude to ask for their autographs...

.

Shouta grunted as Hizashi flopped down onto the couch next to him on the couch in the staff breakroom. "What a morning! I just love seeing all those bright little faces at the beginning of the year. Anyone have a favorite first year yet?"

Shouta kicked Hizashi through his sleeping bag. Sadly, this had no effect on the man.

"I think mine might be the little green guy. He's the only one who was actually paying attention, and you know how rare that is, when everyone is anticipating their first heroics lesson. The rest of us just pale in comparison."

Shouta attempted to kick Hizashi again, this time for an entirely different reason. Midoriya was already All Might's favorite (probably)- he did not need more pull with the staff.

"I know who my least favorite is," said Kan. "Kid's certainly dedicated and competitive, but I wouldn't be surprised if he threatened his middle school teachers into giving him those glowing reviews. His personality needs a lot of work. How did you get Nezu to saddle me with Bakugo, anyway, Eraser?"

"I had nothing to do with it."

"Don't give me that, I was going to have Monoma. At least he's a team player."

"You're being illogical," said Shouta, zipping his sleeping bag closed over his face.

"How about you, Nemuri?" asked Hizashi, cutting off Vlad King vs Eraserhead round five hundred.

"It's hard to choose! They're all so cute and eager! Full of the passion of youth! I think they're all my favorite."

"You always say that..."

The door opened and closed.

"All Might! What about you? Any favorites yet?"

Yagi coughed. "I've only had the one class of third years so far. Don't you think that's rather... premature?"

What an incredible nonanswer.

"How did that first class of yours go, anyway? They didn't sour you to the whole idea of teaching, did they?"

"Not at all! The students were wonderful. The third years are very advanced, aren't they? For some of them, I wouldn't be shocked to see that skill level on an active sidekick."

"What can I say? We start them off right," crowed Hizashi.

"They did seem a little surprised by the scenario, however."

"So was I, t'be honest," said Snipe, who was in charge of the third years.

"Ah, was it no good...?"

"It was fine. Lesson plan was a bit rough around the edges, but you and Nezu'll be goin' over that later. But... quirk traffickin' doesn't quite seem like your thing."

"Ah, well, set-pieces," he said, using the slightly derisive underground slang for large-scale spotlight hero battles, "may be what I'm known for, but before my injury, the majority of my battles and investigations weren't publicized."

"Shield laws?" asked Nemuri.

"Generally, yes, but some of the investigations were tied to others, so we were using the organized crime secrecy laws to keep those under wraps. Simply put, my popularity isn't the only reason I keep the number one spot despite Endeavor having more completed cases than me on paper."

Shouta had known there was more to All Might than 'punchy, over-the-top, eyestrain-causing, bombastic muscle guy,' but part of his stupid, illogical brain was annoyed at Yagi for pummeling that image into imaginary dust, anyway. It seemed like the man's only two flaws were horrible interpersonal skills when not using his public persona, and his vast suite of health issues, the latter of which all heroes who operated long enough picked up.

Oh, and a possible inclination towards bribery.

Made it hard to dislike him, which Shouta wanted to do, because he was loud, flashy, and gave him headaches, literal and metaphorical. He ignored the fact that Hizashi was the same way, and had forcibly become Shouta's best friend. Clearly, there was no connection here.

"By the way, why is young Aizawa completely zipped in like that?"

"Nap time," said Hizashi, solemnly.

.

"Sir?" said Iida, raising his hand.

"Yes, young man?" boomed All Might.

"There are nineteen of us. How are we handling the odd person out?"

"Excellent question! In other exercises, we may handle it differently, but for today, one of you will be working alone! Occasionally, a hero may find themselves isolated when they originally expected help. However, for better balance, I have also arranged it so the odd hero out will be taking part in the last battle, so you'll have more time to strategize!"

But the other team would also have more time to strategize, Izuku noted. He really hoped it wouldn't be him... not that he wanted to force it on any if his classmates! He just didn't want yet another handicap on the first day of training.

All Might walked around with the box of ballots, pausing for each student to take one. He reached Izuku and held the box out to him with a wink. Izuku smiled back, reached in, and grabbed one.

A chill ran up his back and he froze, fingers wrapped tightly around the little ball. Something told him this was definitely the cursed, single-person ballot. Could he let it go? Would it be considered cheating if he picked a new one?

But All Might was already walking away. Every part of his body tense, Izuku turned his hand over and forced his fingers apart.

J.

The tenth character of the Latin alphabet. For the tenth, last, team.

He watched as everyone else started to pair up, and All Might looked at him apologetically.

Izuku approximated a smile. Plus ultra, right?

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 2

prompt: the sixth sense au/ghosts

fandoms: aftg, atla, bnha, dc, mdzs, tmnt

aftg

ghost story by petalloso

(graphic depictions of violence)

“I’d be bored to death if you died,” he says. His voice doesn't betray him. He was almost sure it would.

Neil actually laughs a little, though it sounds a little weak with the damaged throat. “No, you wouldn't. I'd haunt you to make sure.”

atla

Equivalent Exchange by Haicrescendo

[“Are you dead?” Are the first words that come out of Zuko’s mouth. Lu Ten winces. He’s barely adjusted to the idea himself, but he still wasn’t expecting Zuko to reach that conclusion so fast. He can’t lie to him.

He nods.

“I am.”

“But you’re real.”

“Yeah. Real dead.”

He tries for a joke but Zuko bursts into tears instead.]

Or,

Lu Ten makes a promise, Lu Ten dies. Lu Ten comes back.

this is a gift (it comes with a price) by WitchofEndor

(mature) (rape/non-con, underage)

There is a ghost on the Wani. But the crew have grown used to - even fond of - Prince Zuko. And no matter how many times General Iroh tries to gently explain the boy’s predicament, tries to suggest that he might attempt to move on, Prince Zuko can always be found watching the sea

-

There is a prisoner in the palace.

bnha

Yesterday Upon The Stair by PitViperOfDoom

Midoriya Izuku has always been written off as weird. As if it's not bad enough to be the quirkless weakling, he has to be the weird quirkless weakling on top of it.

But truthfully, the "weird" part is the only part that's accurate. He's determined not to be a weakling, and in spite of what it says on paper, he's not actually quirkless. Even before meeting All-Might and taking on the power of One For All, Izuku isn't quirkless.

Not that anyone would believe it if he told them.

see yourself become a shadow by ghostwriterofthemachine

“I know this is gunna sound crazy, but I think you're haunted, dude!" The blond guy stops abruptly, right in the middle of the pool of yellow from the streetlight. He doesn't turn around. "What the hell did you just say to me?" he asks, voice low and carrying. "You're haunted," Eijirou repeats, relieved this time, "or, I dunno, something? Point is, you've got some weird energy going on, man, something is up with you, and I want to help." "Get the fuck away from me."

Kirishima Eijirou is UA's best ward and shield mage. After a routine assignment, he runs into a stranger with incredible untapped magic, and the hurting, corrupted little ghost who haunts him.

Echoes That Can't Fade by nolov (louscr)

Shouta isn't entirely sure what's going on with his nephew when the boy comes to live with him, but it certainly doesn't seem normal for a six year old.

His friends agree. According to them, most six years olds aren't better than their guardians at making pancakes, though Shouta thinks that specific problem is more a fault of his own than anything to do with Izuku.

The Ghost of a Lonely Boy by AoKoiClem

Izuku the ghost goes home with Aizawa and Yamada.

((“Of course, Eraserhead, Sir!”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay, Sir!”

“Ughh….”

…….

“Shouta? Babe? Who turned the lights off?” Hizashi asked when he’d finally returned from their apartment.

Shouta met his husband’s eyes in the darkness. “A ghost.”

Hizashi blinked, glanced around the room, and even though he saw nothing, he exclaimed. “Hi, ghost!”

Problem Child responded, equally as enthused, “Hi, Eraserhead’s husband!”))

Includes: Dadzawa, Yamadad, Hagakure being an absolute precious bean, and even more dadzawa

dc

Legend Has It by goldkirk

Tim gets very, very good at hiding. He gets even better at photography.

The thing he gets best at?

Talking to the ghosts.

————

Jason Todd stands tall on shaking legs, his arms full of another boy, thinner, with closed eyes and ghost-gray skin. Bloody hands, absolutely covered in dirt--so is Jason, now that Alfred thinks of it--

”Alfie,” Jason croaks. “Alfie, help. I think he’s dying.”

”Oh Good Lord in Heaven,” Alfred chokes out, flings the door wide, and pulls them both in.

—————

In which Tim is magic, secrets are kept, prey is stalked, and the world might just be put a bit more to rights before the end.

I See Dead People (series) by Sohotthateveryonedied

An alternate universe in which Tim was born with the innate ability to see the dead. Originally invented because I have an Umbrella Academy obsession, and it spiraled from there into this whole wild AU that Damthosefandoms and I created.

The Ouija Boy by SunnyBlue

Timothy Drake was a stillborn baby. He was born dead, stayed that way for a solid five minutes, and was then resuscitated in the delivery room. He was a child who grew up alone, but for his imaginary friends. He had so many imaginary friends, in fact, that his parents sent him to get evaluated several times over the course of his childhood, which was spent with Tim as the only heartbeat in that house.

But that didn’t mean he was alone.

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Tim sees dead people. When a Batboys murder investigation is going nowhere, he realizes his only chance at solving the case is to speak to the ghost of one of the victims. He has to reveal his secret to his brothers -- or risk the killer getting away.

ghost story by envysparkler

Jason Todd dies in Ethiopia. Well. Kind of.

mdzs

one good thing by Yuu_chi

Wei Wuxian has been haunting his childhood home for three years. He's perfected the fine art of scaring away all the tenants, and has grown used to living with the dying flowers in the garden as his only company.

When Lan Wangji buys the house, Wei Wuxian fully intends to drive him off too. Except Lan Wangji is beautiful, and interesting, and captivating company - even if he supposedly doesn't know Wei Wuxian exists.

Meet Me At The Corner After Dark by Omen1991

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Wei Ying’s expression turns frustrated.

“The thing is, I feel the urge to leave,” he says. “I can’t explain it. There’s just this nagging feeling that I’m late for something and need to hurry to get there, but I don’t know what I might be late for, or where I need to go.”

“And you can’t get there, because every time your try you end up back here,” Lan Zhan concludes.

“Exactly! And it’s maddening!”

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When Lan Zhan discovers there is a ghost stuck in his office building, he decides to help it move on. He has no idea what he's getting himself into.

tmnt

give up the ghost (series) by taizi

mikey has always seen ghosts, but it's not a gift that runs in his family. leo and woody are in his paranormal investigation society at uni (member count: 3, mikey included)

[rosecoloredbi-writes]

Settle

Summary: After the death of your best friend and their spouse, you went from Godparent to Parent overnight. Now, Mio is your world. Because of this new role, you move back to Tokyo, Japan in order to keep Mio with her friends and her school, even if it means you might run into *him*.

Warnings: Mentions of stalking. Swearing probably. Cannon violence. Single parenthood. barely mentions Mio's parents passing.

Gender Neutral!Reader x Shouta Aizawa (Eventual)

Mentions of past GN!Reader x Dabi

A/N: Okay here is my first fic for My Hero Academia! I got the idea for it earlier today and figured I'd just post this first part I just finished and see if I should keep uploading. This is the first thing I've written in a while and I'm so excited to be writing again :)

It took him a moment to reorient himself, but he knew where he was going. A few more buildings and finally to his perch, he looked in to see you, and to his surprise, a child- no older than five, maybe 6, snuggled into your chest, your arms protectively around them. He stayed in his hiding spot for a while as you slept with your child. He hadn’t been informed there would be a child.

About an hour later, he noticed another person watching you in the shadows, just like he was. He would have to stay all night to make sure no one harmed you.

You controlled your breathing, not wanting the two sets of eyes to know you were awake, to know that you knew they were there. This way you had the advantage. You didn’t know what they wanted, but either way, you had a bad feeling about it.

She began to stir as the sun shone through the open window, stretching her small arms and legs before turning back to face you.

“Good morning my sunshine,” you said softly. “Did you sleep well?”

She nodded her head before sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

“Guess it’s time to get up, huh Mio,” you stood up and picked your girl up, giving her a squeeze as your eyes glanced around. Only one set of eyes, you realized making you shiver.

You did your best to keep to your usual routine and soon enough you were out the door, Mio's hand in yours.

The school Mio attended was used to having students whose parents were pro heroes, so you gave her teacher the signal and they knew something was up and knew not to release even to the people you had given the school the okay to. After a kiss goodbye, you headed to the market, now with your headphones on, music off.

You hummed as you looked through the isles of food, picking up the few things you needed and setting them in your basket. The bakery you worked at was out of a special type of flour you needed to bake a client’s cake with. Once everything was paid for and in tow, you noticed a red feather settled amongst the items.

Why is Hawks following me? What does he need from me and why?

You carried on with your day, hoping he hadn’t noticed that you had noticed.

That is until he came into the bakery. You ducked just in time and took a deep breath, coming back out to the front after he dinged the bell.

He was about to say something, a dumb smirk on his face, but you cut him off.

“Why are you following me?” You asked, trying your best to sound confident and brave.

His features dropped and his eyes narrowed before quickly going back to a leisurely look. “You’re better than they told me you’d be,” He finally said.

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to the little door and opened it for him, gesturing for him to follow you to the back. Once you were settled you told him to start talking.

“I really shouldn’t be telling you any of this bu-”

“I know someone else is following me,” you said, cutting him off again. “I need to know who, why, and if my daughter is in danger.”

“Straight to the point. I like a person who knows what they want,” he commented, eyebrow raised. This had you rolling your eyes again. “We don’t know why or if your daughter is going to be targeted, but we are pretty sure the League of Villains is watching you.”

You took in a sharp inhale. There was only one person who you could think of that would have joined up with them and you knew why he was watching you. You should have recognized the bright blue of his eyes. “Dabi.”

You were very quickly taken into hiding with a man you didn’t know, cause that made you feel safe and protected. But, you pulled some information out of him. For example, his name was Aizawa Shouta and he was an underground hero. His quirk allowed him to erase other people’s quirks, thus the name Eraser Head. He also had a cool capture weapon he wore as a scarf. You tried to mess with it once and it didn’t end well.

You were allowed to go pick Mio up, but you were discreetly escorted by Aizawa who was now in street clothes, hair tied up, looking like he could fall asleep at any moment.

Mio was confused as to who the man was and gave you a questioning look. “Don’t worry, he’s a friend,” you told her softly as the three of you began back to the safe house. Once there, you introduced the two.

She was tense but eventually got comfortable when she saw that you were okay.

“She’s cute,” you turn to Aizawa who is watching Mio with a soft smile on his face.

“She’s the best kid a parent could ask for,” you replied. “Her quirk,” you started slowly after a moment had gone by, “we don’t know a lot about it, but it has to do with her voice. I don’t know who it came from either. I’m not her biological parent, I was her godparent. And then her parents died and here we are. She’s only said a few words out loud and whatever happened, it scared her into staying silent.”

He nodded. “So Y/N, what is your quirk? Does it have to do with your increased senses?”

“That’s mostly learned, but I’ve always had the extra sense of knowing when I’m being watched, which has come in handy more times than you’d think.” You began rolling up your long sleeves, showing tattoos covering almost all the skin on your arms. “Creation is my main ability, but it has its drawbacks. If it’s not illustrated on my skin already, it’s painful and it drains me, which is why I’m covered in tattoos. I have weapons, items I need handy, and a few odds and ends. Now, with the tattoos, it’s almost as easy as breathing.”

Aizawa began to reach out, pausing before he made contact with your skin, looking up to you for permission. When you nodded, the pads of his fingers lightly traced several of them, following a vine up your arm to a butterfly. He looked at you inquisitively and you gently focused on it until a butterfly appeared, gently fluttering.

“Its… it’s real. You can create living things?” He asked in awe, “But how?”

You shrugged and watched as Mio noticed the flittering and watched with wonder as the butterfly landed on the sofa.

“They don’t last forever, that’s the drawback. The bigger the creation and the longer I will it, the more it takes from me. Inanimate objects are the easiest.” You reached your arm around your back and under your shirt, pulling back with it a sword.

Aizawa gently traced the ornate handle, only to jump back as Hawks entered.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” he says with a sly smile. “You figure out what their quirk is yet?” He asks Aizawa.

You turn to him with a frown. Of course, he didn’t actually care about you. You just met! Not to mention you were a part of his mission.

He has the sense to look slightly ashamed before nodding to Hawks.

“Good, now,” he says turning back to you. “Why is Dabi following you? You know more than you are letting on.” He spoke as he walked closer and closer, wings growing larger. You suppose it’s supposed to intimidate you.

You roll your eyes at him for like, the fifth time that day and brush past him. You walk over to Mio who had fallen asleep watching your butterfly. You smooth the hair out of her face before turning back to the men, giving them a warning look and asking them to keep their voices down.

“Fine,” you huffed, tired of them just staring at you, doing nothing. “I dated Dabi for a little while. Back when I was younger and foolish and my morals were… well, flexible.”

“What did you do to make him want to follow you?” Hawks was growing impatient.

“We fought, I won, he told him if I ever came back I better watch my back. I reckon he’s making good on that promise. I broke his heart, but that was so long ago. But, I mean,” you paused and looked back up at the two men who were looking at you incredulously, “he is really good at holding grudges.”

Hawks looked like he was going to have an aneurysm and Aizawa… well his face was unreadable. Except, there was a touch of something else in his eyes.

"Well you aren't going anywhere for a while," Hawks state with all the authority he could muster, still going over everything in his mind. "Better get comfy."

"No," you state clearly. Stopping everyone in their tracks.

"Excuse me?" Hawks says, stepping forward, extending his wings.

"You heard me," you reply, stepping forward yourself, fingers itching to create one of your many weapons. "If Dabi gets even a hint that y'all know and are protecting me, a whole lot more people are going to get hurt. So no, we aren't staying here. We are going to go home. If I have to have someone to guard us we are going to make it look as natural as possible. If you don't agree to my terms I'm just gonna take Mio and we are going back on the run."

Hawks looks like he wants to scream and Aizawa looks amused. You turn to pick Mio up, then you head to the door.

"Aizawa, you've been seen in public with me. You can be our guard. You'll come over at 6 tonight where we will have a meal, then you'll stay late because we drank maybe a little to much sake, then you'll sleep on the couch. Got it?"

Aizawa nods, completely amused by Hawks' bewilderment, and pats him on the back once before walking out himself.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Not a Duo

Summary: Aizawa informs Midoriya and Bakugou that the paperwork Bakugou submitted for their hero duo partnership is wrong. Midoriya's reaction surprises him. More so when more is revealed.

Shoutout to @legallyspawned and @nyx3927 for some of the suggestions.

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  When Shouta got the papers, he had simply accepted them without much thought. Much like many others in UA, he had figured that Bakugou and Midoriya would eventually form a hero duo. Bakugou had taken the news that he was weaker in winter hard when they had figured it out, more so the news that he probably would have to be part of a duo given the volatile nature of his Quirk. Exploding hands weren’t great for rescues or apprehension.

  Everyone also knew that Bakugou had a thing for the green-haired girl. He certainly warded off any boys who might go near her but seemed to want to focus on his own school before asking her out. Shouta had figured eventually he would hear about them finally getting together, even as Nemuri argued that Midoriya wasn’t interested in Bakugou at all.

  When Shouta looked through the papers later though, he noticed that Bakugou had written independent on the papers as their agency, plus a few other minor things. It somewhat struck him as odd, that he would get it wrong, but as Midoriya had only haded in her signed copy of an acceptance to an agency across the country a day before Bakugou handed these forms in, perhaps they hadn’t had time to talk.

  The papers did need to be fixed, and so the next day during homeroom he brought it up.

  “By the way, Bakugou, Midoriya. You need to fix your hero duo papers- you put independent instead of the Kingsman Agency.”

 “...What the fuck?!” Midoriya asked and suddenly Shouta was staring down an angry teenage girl.

  Well… someone was dead.

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  Izumi stared at her teacher in shock and horror, before looking to Kacchan who looked annoyed and looked back at her.

  “What the fuck?” she repeated just ask he asked her,

  “You fucking signed a contract shitty Deku?!”

  “Yeah!” she said staring at him. “The Kingsman Agency is one of the top agencies in the country, plus it’s far away from you which was my plan.”

  “...What?” Kacchan asked.

  “I know that no agency other than some local ones wanted to sign you on. So I decided to get to the other side of the country so I could avoid you.” Izumi told him bluntly, glaring at him.

  “...What the fuck, is it because I haven’t asked you out yet?”

  Izumi jerked back, feeling very confused as she stared at him. Kacchan scoffed at her.

  “Of course it was. Look, Deku, my plan was to give you the papers so we could form a hero duo team and be independent together, and then ask you out.” He rolled his eyes. “Kingsman contract can’t be hard to break right? So-”

 “What the fuck!?” Izumi burst into loud laughter, slightly hunched over her desk, her laughter continuing as Hitoshi snickered along with Ochako.

  “I… doesn’t he know?” Tenya asked Yuuga who shrugged in answer from what she saw.

  “Oh god, my sides.” Izumi snickered. “What the fuck Kacchan?”

  The look on his face had her howling in laughter again, clutching her desk and wheezing.

  “What’s so funny?” he demanded angrily.

  “...She’s dating me.” Hanata voiced, the other girl lifting a hand and waving it. Izumi cackled again, laying her head on the desk.

  “Oh fuck this is good.”

  “WHAT?!” Kacchan shouted. “When the fuck did you start dating?”

  “Like second year?” Izumi snickered. “We just… haven’t said anything cause mom is homophobic as fuck.”

  “What?” Kacchan asked, glaring. “Auntie Inko?”

  “Yeah, god she hates anyone gay. I was like very in the closet for a long ass time Kacchan. I got lucky when I discovered that UA takes over part of the guardianship duties and I got confirmation she couldn’t like force me into an arranged marriage I was really worried about that.” Izumi felt a stab of pain in her chest.

  She loved her mom, she really did but she was very set in her ways and very firm. She had an idea of what life should be like for Izumi and would get upset when she even thought of altering it. Izumi was also aware that her mom would love for her to marry Kacchan which made her want to puke at the idea.

  Even if she wasn’t very gay, she would rather die.

  “Or well, hate is strong. Dislike yeah. Toshinori…” Izumi looked down, feeling very tired.

  All Might’s death had been a shock to everyone. He just didn’t wake up one day. His injuries finally caught up to him in the end.

  “Toshinori left me all his money so I can finish UA without worrying mom would stop paying for the schooling.” Izumi finally said. “I finally told her last month I was dating Hanata, reminded her she can’t sign any contracts for me not only because UA is in charge of that but also I am 18 now and left. I haven’t spoken to her since. I tried, she didn’t answer.” Izumi felt that pain hard.

  She wished her mom would talk to her.

  “How didn’t you know Bakubro?” Kirishima asked in confusion. “Sero like told us all when they got together.”

  “I told my friends,” Hanata corrected him shrugging. She reached out to grab Izumi’s hand and Izumi copied her, squeezing her hand. “Bakugou isn’t my friend. I’m friendly with him but like… gave up on ever considering him a friend when he kept calling me awful nicknames and treating me like shit.”

  “Yeah,” Kaminari admitted. “I kinda… I kinda just hang out with him cause you do Kirishima. I don’t like him all that much.”

  “Same,” Ashido said, rolling her eyes at the yelling that sparked in Kacchan until Aizawa flared his Quirk.

  “To simplify, Midoriya. You do NOT want to be a hero duo and Kacchan submitted false paperwork.” He asked.

  “Correct,” Izumi said. Kacchan shot her a look and she frowned. “Why are you so obsessed with the idea anyway? I mean… now I know apparently you want to date me which eww I am way too gay for that.” snickers came from everyone at that. “But like… why? I had no clue you even liked me. I sure as hell don’t like you at all.”

  “You call him Kacchan?” Sato asked in confusion. Izumi shrugged.

  “Because when we were kids he hated it? It’s a habit now. I just said it to piss him off like he used Deku to actually mean useless.”

  Her words had the class shifting slightly, looking to each other confused.

  “Hey, Kacchan,” Hitoshi spoke up then.

  “Don’t call me-” Kacchan stopped and Hitoshi asked before Aizawa could erase his Quirk,

  “Why do you want to be a hero duo with Izumi so much?”

  “None of the agencies who want to hire me plan on letting me do much. I wanted to use the money All Might left Deku and do heroing my way without having to listen to an agency. I also know the nerd won’t rise that far without me, she’s to useless-” Kacchan’s reply was cut off by a punch in the face from Izumi.

  “Are you fucking KIDDING ME?!” she screamed at him. “You… I knew you were low. I’ve known it since you told me to go fucking kill myself but this?!”

  “He what?” Hanata asked, raising from her seat herself. Izumi ignored her, glaring.

  “Fuck, well it’s fucking true! I’m going to be number one-” Kacchan started but she laughed in his face, hard.

  “Momo! We looked at the projection made by several different companies, right?” Izumi asked. Momo nodded, her face disgusted as she looked at Kacchan.

  “We did. All of them project that Midoriya Izumi, the hero Dekiru, would be in the top hundred within the next five years. Dynamight would only be in the two hundred at best.” Momo announced.

  “What?!” Kacchan cried but something about his tone had Izumi baring her teeth.

  “Liar. You knew this, you just don’t want to fucking admit you’re not as great as you claim, so you pretend it’s to help me.” She snapped. “Why am I not surprised, you always prefer burying your head in the sand than actually stepping up and admitting you did wrong. You did it when we were kids and you do it now.” She laughed bitterly. “I’m glad I’m getting the fuck away from you.”

  “You’ll have to deal with me sometimes,” he threatened. “We’re to good a team to-”

  “Are you trying to threaten me with requesting team-ups with me?” Izumi asked. He sneered at her. “Oh buddy, you do not want to go there.” she pulled out her phone and pulled up an audio file and pressed play.

      “Take a swan dive off a roof and pray for a Quirk in your next life.”  

      “Oi, Deku.”  

      “Kacchan, give me back my homework.” The sound of an explosion echoed. “Kacchan!”  

      “Ha! Serves you right fucking nerd. You didn’t deserve that mark on our last test.”  

  Izumi stared down Kacchan who went paler and paler as the audio went on. She finally stopped it after another verbal threat, well aware of the classroom.

  “I planned for years to release that after high school graduation. To watch you get what you wanted and then have it ripped away from you.” Izumi snorted, shaking her head. “I decided against it for a simple reason. I’ve met too many villains like you to think you would stay on a civilian path.”

  “I’m no villain!” he shouted.

  “You’re sure acting like one.” she shot back.

  “Agreed,” Aizawa spoke then, his voice cold. Izumi glanced around the room. Hanata looked pissed, about to do something to Kacchan by how her hands were clenched. Kirishima looked heartbroken. The rest of the class stared in disgust but truly not much shock.

  The shine of Bakugou had worn off years ago. He was nothing to them now.

  “Bakugou, we will be going to the principal’s office right now with the evidence Midoriya has offered. Not only are you in trouble for fraud given you attempted to sign hero duo papers without her permission, but due to the bullying you have heaped upon her…” he jerked his head to the door and Kacchan opened his mouth but closed it at the looks he got. He looked around, lost but no one looked at him.

  Kirishima even looked away, sobbing. Ashido and Kaminari had moved to comfort him while Hanata was too busy glaring at him.

  Kacchan walked out of the room, leaving Izumi to be tackled by her girlfriend and hugged tightly, while the entire class all burst into noise.

  Izumi hugged Hanata back, burrowing her face into her shoulder and let out a sob.

  God, why did this happen?

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

The first match continues! How will our intrepid hero get out of this mess? (Spoilers, it’s ghosts.)

[No. 33 - Shinsou’s Situation]

Our first page here is actually another mock cover! Which I think might be a nod to some other comic book cover, though I would not be able to tell you which one.

Poor Izuku’s shirt, who knows where it might have gone. Boy’s gonna get a cold like that. And he’s standing on top of the rubble of a fallen apartment building I think? Just from the ladder and some of the brick-like debris. And the gloves and boots are definitely a different style from what we see Izuku wearing in canon. 

Anyways, into the chapter proper. The crowd’s making a lot of noise as Izuku continues to stand there frozen, with Present Mic comments on that fact, along with how Izuku is looking confounded and not even twitching. He correctly identifies it as Shinsou’s quirk at play, though he frames it as a question because, you know, show business. Ochako and Tenya are confused and concerned, as is Toshinori. 

Shinsou continues to stand there, menacingly, as Present Mic goes on about how they were barely aware that this guy existed, but now he’s sure one to keep an eye on! Aizawa brings up a pair of sheets, catching Mic’s attention, as he brings up how the entrance exam was completely irrational. The sheets have simple specs on the two, since they knew this would be a quirk versus quirk battle.

...wait, oh my god, but this WAS a quirk versus quirk, battle, though, just not in the way anyone was expecting! It was a mental control battle instead of a physical versus mental quirk battle! And was our first nod towards One For All having a powerful mental aspect, which becomes a major plot point like 250 chapters from now. I am just. Huh. Well then.

Continuing on with Aizawa’s commentary. Shinsou apparently failed the practical part of the exam, so he lost a spot in the hero course. He got into general studies, though, and that’s all he could have hoped for. His quirk is extraordinarily powerful, but, given the format of the practical exam, his ability didn’t help him out. 

Down in the arena, Shinsou comments to Izuku about how it must be nice to have everything handed to him. He then commands Izuku to turn around and walk out of the ring. Izuku ends up doing so, and Present Mic comments on Izuku following orders like a good little boy - which means that the crowds (or at least the announcer booth) has to be able to hear what’s being said?

Uhm. (Looks at later matches) Either they have selective hearing, or the mics must have been destroyed during the Izuku-Shouto match before they could give away anything incriminating.

Anywho. We finally get info on Shinsou’s quirk, Brainwashing! Which is absolutely not what his quirk does, it’s more like puppeteering or hypnosis, where brainwashing is a longer-term conditioning process. Shinsou’s quirk, according to the narration here, makes anyone who verbally responds to him instantly brainwashed, and will do whatever he commands. However, the quirk won’t work if he doesn’t will it. 

Huh, so I suppose that means written or signed responses don’t work, then. I’ve seen that in a fic or two. Though that then leads to the question about making noises that aren’t outright responses, like groaning or scoffs or whatever… eh, battle now, quirk thoughts later.

Up in the booth, Aizawa thinks about how, from the result of the strength tests, Izuku really shouldn’t have been placed in the hero course either. But Shinsou’s stats are even worse in any event where he couldn’t make use of his quirk. Izuku would come out on top in an ordinary battle, but now that he’s brainwashed, it’s a different story. This will be over quick…

Meanwhile, Toshinori is panicking over seeing Izuku about to walk out of the ring, a litany of ‘no’ escaping him as he mentally begs fo Izuku to stop walking. Izuku is also stressing out over his body not listening to him, as well as how fuzzy his head is. He’s trying to get himself to stop, and swearing when it’s not working. He’s especially mad at himself because Ojiro had even warned him about this ahead of time -

And as if to highlight this, we shift into a flashback where Izuku and Ojiro are talking. Izuku wonders how he can win against mind-control quirk. Ojiro replies that his loss could be Izuku’s gain. His memories cut out from the instant he replied to Shinsou, which is what he thinks is the trick.

Izuku is stressed out as he summarizes that it’s all over if he slips up and says anything to Shinsou. Ojiro disagrees, saying that it doesn’t seem like such an almighty ability. Remember how he said he didn’t remember anything until the end? When Shinsou had them run past to nab Tetsutetsu’s headband, he thinks he must have bumped into Tetsu’s formation - which was when he snapped out of it. He was suddenly aware of what was happening.

Izuku guesses that it had been undone by the physical contact, which Ojiro agrees with. That said, however, he has no idea how strong the contact needs to be. And in a one-on-one match, of course you can’t expect any outside help. (Cough) Anyways, that’s everything Ojiro can tell him. Izuku replies that no, it’s awesome, thanks! Ojiro asks for forgiveness if he’s out of line, but he wants Izuku to win this for him.

With that, we ome back to the present, Izuku getting awfully close to the line and his ringing himself out. Izuku thinks how it can’t end like this, over in a flash. Everyone’s done so much for him - he can’t lose here. 

And something responds.

Eight pairs of eyes watch from shadowy faces, almost everything about the specters nondescript. Izuku has no idea what’s happening, even as they seem to linger at the fringes of his mind. One For All starts to flow under the skin of his left arm, with Izuku quickly realizing he can move his fingers, even just a twitch. Shinsou, ignorant of this, starts to talk about how Izuku wouldn’t think so, but Shinsou’s quirk is like a dream. Oh, right, and Izuku loses. 

Izuku’s response?

He’s not out of it yet. Izuku heaves like he’s just breached the surface of a lake, his feet stopping right on the inside edge of the line. He then turns to stare at Shinsou in a very concerning way as Present Mic wonders at Izuku managing to stop. 

You know, I have this particular face saved in my folder under ��boss music starts playing’ AND ‘boss music intensifies’. I feel like that’s pretty appropriate.

Izuku’s fingers throb in pain, and apparently the cameras are able to zoom in enough for Aizawa to see it and realize what happened - Izuku smashed it up to shake off the brainwashing. Ojiro is in nervous awe at Izuku going that far. Shinsou himself is unnerved, asking how he did it, that he shouldn’t have control. 

And here’s where we get to some interesting internal monologue from Izuku that I don’t think made it into the anime. 

Izuku slaps a hand over his mouth to keep himself from replying, thinking about how the finger was all him, but something woke him up. What was that? Who were all those people in his mind? For that one second, his head was clear!

One For All, All Might had told him. It’s passed down like the Olympic torch. Izuku recalls those words, and wonders if those were people, and if that was a sign that he’s linked by this power to the past. Did they save him? Is that even possible? Izuku tries to shake it off, knowing that just thinking about it won’t give him any answers, and to save it for later. He needs to think about now.

[I will have thoughts about One For All at the end of this, but for now, let’s finish up the battle.]

Shinsou is pissed, thinking about how Izuku’s not answering him, wondering if he figured it out. But no, he probably knew from the start, that that ‘damn monkey’ told him. He just has to get him to open his mouth again. He mocks Izuku for having nothing to say for himself, but Izuku manages to press his lips together and say nothing as he shifts into a fighting stance. 

Shinsou presses on, stating how he’s jealous, and how just moving that finger must mean Izuku’s the real deal. Thanks to his quirk’s nature, he couldn’t enter the golder gates. Izuku wouldn’t get that, since he’s naturally blessed. You people, born with your awesome quirks, getting to follow all of your dreams!

Izuku sweats as he pushes himself forward, internally noting that that’s how he used to think too. He does get it. But… right. He is blessed. He’s blessed by the people in his life! And that’s exactly why - that’s why he’s not going to lose!

Izuku throws himself forward, one hand grabbing Shinsou’s shoulder while the other slams itself into his stomach. Shinsou retaliates with a cross punch into Izuku’s face, demanding he say something. However, Izuku only turns back to stare at Shinsou, determination burning in his eyes as he begins shoving Shinsou back. Shinsou says that pushing him out isn’t gonna happen, right before he yanks himself out of the grip and doges around. Shinsou says he’ll give Izuku that honor instead as he smacks a hand into Izuku’s face and pushes him back. 

(Also, interrupting the flow here, but Izuku is making noise without Shinsou able to take control, so it really does seem like it has to be a response and not just noise. Which makes sense!)

Izuku grabs Shinsou’s wrist and his shirt, and with one mighty heave, manages an over-the-shoulder throw that firmly slams Shinsou back-first into the ground - and just over the line.

I’m pretty sure this is the same move Izuku pulled on Katsuki during the Battle Trial, actually - at least, from that momentary reaction shot we get from Katsuki. 

Midnight calls the match. Shinsou is gritting his teeth, and Izuku is straightening himself out as Midnight confirms that Izuku is moving on to the second round. 

And with that, the chapter comes to a close. What a match. And now that I’m not breaking the flow, it’s time to go back to the ghost stuff and ramble on it a bit more.

Alright, so. One For All. First time we’re seeing the ‘haunted’ aspect of it - and honestly, it’s not far out of line with what we end up seeing it capable of later on. It comes off as a physical quirk, but One For All as a stockpile holds everything from the past holders - strength, quirks, memories, personalities. And because of that overwhelmingly spiritual lean to the stockpile, One For All is, in many ways, as much a mental quirk as Shinsou’s, if not more so. Arguably, it could count as the most mental quirk, and that ties back into something All Might mentions at the end of the Hosu arc - that One For All can’t be taken unwillingly. 

I’ve seen criticism of this fight’s handling, and how One For All shouldn’t have been able to (or interested in) stopping Shinsou from taking the win. But it’s really not about Shinsou’s quirk itself - it’s about the mental control! The helplessness, the desperation from not one, but two living holders to overcome this and retake control from the person commandeering them.

One For All’s existence, it’s purpose, is to resist being taken by All For One. It is the collective will of nine people, all with a deep-seated will to resist control. So why wouldn’t One For All step in here, when Izuku needs to learn to fight against mental puppeteering? When the still-hazy spirits of the quirk must already have the sinking feeling that All For One isn’t as dead as hoped?

Can it really be a surprise that they stepped in?

I’ll probably make a longer post digging more into this after Kamino, but yeah. Honestly, this fight is a LOT more interesting in the manga than I recall from the anime, since we get a bit more of Izuku’s thought process and what’s happening with OFA. 

To close us out, here’s some discord commentary on the match:

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Shouta’s Present [Eraser Head | Shouta Aizawa]

Rating: Explicit  18+ content MINORS DNI. Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraser Head) X fem!reader Word Count: 1.5k Kinks and Warnings : dom-play, spanking, vaginal penetration, no condom, Aizawa Shouta POV, pet name 'kitten', birthday sex, partially clothed sex,  topping from the bottom Summary: It's Shouta Birthday! Here's a little present for him! Can also be read on Ao3 here: Shouta’s Present Big thank you to my lovely and amazing beta reader @lilleeboi

Shouta’s birthday was not really something he had any feelings toward. He had outgrown the wonder of it fairly quickly and merely entertained the excitement other people pushed onto him for it, be it his family or his friends. If it got overlooked for one year, he didn’t mind.

However, he couldn’t help but crack a smile when he trudged into his home late one night, just a little past one in the morning, when he saw the thoughtfully wrapped meal and cake on his dining table. A card with the words ‘Happy Birthday, Shouta’ carefully written on the front standing over the food.

The keys are only supposed to be used for emergencies. He thought half-heartedly, having given you the set only to get into his place if needed. He couldn’t be mad, happy to see you show your love despite his protests.

He had purposely scheduled an all-day and late-night patrol to line up with the annual event, going out of his way to point out he’d be too busy to ‘celebrate’. With how you had pouted, why was he surprised you had figured out a way to still do so; timing the meal so he’d come home the morning of his birthday to find the gift waiting.

Placing the cake in the fridge for later, he began eating the meal happily and popped open the card to read the inscription inside.

‘I hope you enjoy your gift. ❤’

Of course, he did; he loved your cooking.

A short while later, after a much-needed shower, he slipped into his room with nothing but a towel clinging to his waist. He was looking forward to what sleep he could get before he would be bombarded by Hizashi in the morning in an attempt to have Shouta celebrate the day despite his packed schedule.

These thoughts were quickly erased as he saw what was resting on his bed.

You.

Laying atop his bedsheets in full view, you were resting peacefully. He sucked in his breath at the sight of you, not just due to your unexpected appearance on his bed but thanks to your appearance itself. You wore a thin, silk black-red netted chemise set, the red lace threads coiling around your curves, and creating pockets of flesh to be exposed under the crisscross patterns. Your breasts and ass peeking out of the black silk, teasing him. You looked like a present waiting to be unwrapped with the way the lace wrapped around you. To top it off, a little red bow was tied in your hair to match.

‘I hope you enjoy your gift.’ He hissed as he realized your words.

This woman.

You had no idea when he would come home but had still waited for him, to surprise him.

He slipped on to the bed carefully, tossing the towel to the floor, his hand gently around your waist as he did so.

You stirred in your sleep, your eyes fluttering open and lips parting in a sleepy smile, “Welcome home.” You purred, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

“Those keys are for emergencies.” He reminded you with a faux tone of irritation as the kiss broke, his fingers exploring the patterns the lace created on your flesh.

You moaned at the touch, “Does that mean I need to be punished?”

“Perhaps.” He replied, burying his face into your neck, kissing and nibbling.

You giggled at the affection then pressed into his shoulder, pushing him on his back. Shouta let out a surprised noise, not used to you taking lead. He didn’t complain though as you climbed onto him, straddling him. His hand eagerly taking hold of your hips. The only barrier between his hardening cock and your pussy being the silk thong beneath your enticing outfit.

“Perhaps, you can punish me another time. Right now, I get to take care of you.” Your hips rolled against him as you spoke, hands trailing across his chest.

“Oh really?” He grinned, smacking your ass, causing you to yelp.

“Mhm.” You exhaled, biting your lip as he kneaded the cheek he had smacked, “The birthday boy de-deserves to be sp-spoiled.” Your words stuttering as his hip arched into you, pressing against you as you gyrated.

“Seems my present is enjoying herself more than me right now.”

You whined, “Shouta, I’m trying.”

He chuckled, “You’re doing great, Kitten. Go ahead, spoil me.”

“Well, since you want to be in charge as always,” you huffed, though not actually upset, “What do you want me to do first?” As you spoke you pulled teasingly at the bottom hem of your gown, causing more skin and thigh to be free from under the black silk netting.

Taking a long inhale as he stared you down, he considered the request carefully, “Ride me.”

“Already?”

“Mhm. I’m hard as rock thanks to your performance just now… and you look amazing. Unless you need more foreplay?” He grinned, feeling how soaked the thin material of your thong was against his skin.

You laughed, “Okay, okay. Let me just-” You started reaching towards the box of condoms on the nightstand, but he held your hips in place; not giving you the freedom to bend in the direction, catching you off guard, “Shouta?”

“Raw.” He commanded, voice deepening with the word, a greedy smirk on his lips.

“O-oh.” You replied meekly, sucking on your bottom lip as you processed the order.

“No?”

“It’s fine. I’m safe.” The reply was barely a whisper.

“I know. I’m waiting.”

“You have to let me move to take off-”

“I didn’t say take them off, I said ride me.”

You swallowed, eyes shiny as you reacted to his control, “Kay…” He let you shift just enough to reach a hand between your legs and pull the damp silk to the side, your pussy lips pressing against his shaft, eager to envelop him.

Your eyes never left his as you arched to give him room to move and slide inside you. You let out a gasp of satisfaction as he filled you. He could see just how inpatient you had been for him to return home from patrol.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he growled as he pushed into you, loving the sensation of your walls enfolding him with no barrier. It took all his control not to grab your hips and slam into you at that moment.

You started rolling your hips slowly, bracing yourself with his chest, muffled moans escaping you as you moved. His grip loosened, letting your pace quicken.

“So… deep.” You whimpered as he bottomed out, your back curving to accommodate him as you felt him kiss your cervix, careful not to hit it too forcefully as he pressed into you.

“Just like that.” He groaned between rumbling growls, his eyes rolling back as he succumbed to the pleasure of you squeezing him, your moans as you rode him music to his ears. He whined as he felt you tense up, already close to your first orgasm. 

“Come here.” He demanded, reaching up and grabbing the back of your neck. He drew you downward, pressing your chest against his as he pulled you into a kiss. As you entered the lower position, your rocking slowed in response.

Not liking that, Shouta grabbed your waist tightly and started thrusting intensely into you, no longer able to control his lust. You pulled away from the kiss, letting out cries of surprise and moans at the sudden act.

“Shou, fuck, ah, Shou. You can’t just- fuuuuuck.” You cried incoherently.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want with my present.” He growled, thrusting harder as you seized around him as your orgasm peaked, your face burying into his shoulder as you came. His assault continuing until he felt himself getting close as well. He fought it back, annoyed that he was already there, but... how could he not be when you felt so good?

As he reached his edge, he withdrew hastily and pressed his cockhead against your stomach, his seed surging out forcefully against the smooth fabric that was woven across your skin.

The two of you panted as you recovered, you resting atop him while his arms held you in place.

“Happy birthday.” You huffed out with a giggle after you regained yourself, sitting up to meet his eyes.

He chuckled, “Happy indeed,” He gestured towards the edge of the bed. “There’s a towel on the floor.”

You retrieved it, wiping off the thick fluid from your stomach and his, “Enjoy going raw that much?” you teased, inferring to the quicker than usual finish for him.

“Very much so.”

“Me t- Ah!” You yelped as he rolled, taking the top position and pressing you into the bed.

“Don’t think I’m done with you. Give me a bit to recover and I’ll be good to go.”

“Oh, I know.” You pulled him into a quick kiss, “I know you all too well. Plus – you still need to unwrap your present.”

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Take your time then.

Aizawa x gender neutral reader

Story under the cut :)

Unedited but like edited but still not properly edited :)

Hope you enjoy!!!

a/n: it’s been a hot min since I’ve written a fic. I think the last time i was 14 and it was shit and on wattpad. Ha. I hate myself. N e way, I was recently writing some shit for an au me and my friend thought up and in the back of my mind I was like, “you should start writing fics again bc this is kinda fun”, soo lo and behold I made a post asking if anyone would be interested, shared a little too much personal shit in it but whatever, and have now decided to write this mother fucker. (3/25/21)

a/n: not sure if anyone will care about this series of a/n’s but I’m just chronicling thoughts ig. rewriting rn bc my first draft was short and ass. Also I’m thinking about opening requests after this is posted, will go into detail in a diff post maybe. (3/28/21)

a/n: deleted everything, rewriting. I just want to make something that might be decent and if I can give that feeling, y’know those chills you get when you read something utterly gorgeous, but I’m bad at writing. sadge (3/28/21, like several hours later)

a/n: ugh (4/1/21)

a/n: ugh pt 2 electric boogaloo. I can’t seem to move forward with the writing. I realized something like this might happen bc to solve a problem feelings need to be discussed and I fucking hate doing that so you can see where I’m fucking up lmaooooo (4/2/21)

a/n: I read angst to fuel my writing brain. So, read some angst, finally writing agian. This first section is probs as long as the story itself LMFAO(4/5/21)

Started: (3/25/21) Finished: (4/5/21)

Warnings: uh angst, curse words, like a lot, (i saw someone else put this as a warning, do I actually need it?), avoiding problems instead of actually facing them, mentions of shit so-so parenting, mentions of not being able to live up to high expectations, y’know, the works

Synopsis: Aizawa takes in Eri without running it by you first and expects you to be okay with it. That’s funny. He was wrong.

Can I preface this with a thought? I’m going to anyway,

all the fics I read paint him as the sweetest partner and I’m sure he is but I think they miss out on how blunt he is and his whole “Mr. Rationality” thing. So as much as I adore him I think there are situations that he’d be a bit more colder towards, a bit more straightforward about. Maybe even like a bit insensitive about but maybe bc he doesn’t have the full picture or something. so I guess this is another warning but aizawa is a little insensitive in the beginning (but like not really but kinda. it’s complicated)

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Rain pattered softly against the window. The smell of some old random Bath and Bodyworks candle you’d dug out from a box you’d never bothered to unpack smothered the room. Some Netflix show idly played on a low volume on your computer, you’d lost interest in watching tv awhile ago. You needed a break. After the eventful month you’d been having you really needed this. 

Now of course your whole year so far had been eventful. What with all the villain attacks on you and Shouta’s class and the kidnapping of one of your students, to just dealing with the more mundane problems with your students. No. You had no problem with that. The villains, although not easy, were something you were trained to handle. The smaller problems with your students weren’t arduous either, after all you weren’t too much older than them. 

When reflecting on your situation, from and outside perspective it could be seen as the straw the broke the camels back, which sure, makes sense. After all, you’re bound to be stressed out by everything else, so why would this seemingly insignificant thing weigh heavier than a villain attack? Well if that is the situation why does this single straw feel like it weighs a ton? This is not that. This is not culmination of the events of this year draining the life from you. This is something entirely different. A panic inducing life change that completely took you by surprise mixed with your inability to actually face your problems. 

You don’t blame them. You can’t. They’ve done nothing wrong. A child. A small, probably mentally scarred child is your problem. Well not her personally but the fear taking care of her instills in you. Despite working in the field that you do, you cannot for the life of you handle actual children. Sure you’re a little awkward with your class but at least they’re young adults and (vaguely) mature and independent to a certain extent. The fact that your long term boyfriend just came back one day, small child in tow and said “Hey I’ve gotta look after this one now” not verbatim obviously, for a lack of better words, fucked you up. He basically solo adopted a kid and, let’s be honest, he probably expected you to help out. But how could you? How could this man look at you and think “I want this person to help me raise an already fucked up child?” Ok sure, he doesn’t at first give off the “I’m totally father figure material” vibe but in the end he is extremely competent. You on the other hand, not so much.

You’d never been good with children. Tried your best to steer clear of them. Didn’t matter the place, didn’t matter who’s kid, you couldn’t handle them. You would just stand there, awkwardly, not entirely sure of what to do and petrified that there was the possibility of making some mistake which would upset the child and then oh wow look, your head got chopped right of your shoulders. That’s hyperbole of course but it does sum up the insurmountable fear that overcomes you whenever you have to deal with a child. So considering the fact that your long term boyfriend had suddenly decided to adopt and not at least warn you, didn’t sit right with you.

So, the best and most obvious choice, was to avoid your problem. Avoid Shouta, avoid Eri. Avoid the mention of them and you, avoid it all. And honestly you’d done pretty well so far. You were able to have as little contact with them as possible considering the close proximity of your living quarters in the teacher’s dorms. After all they were legally supposed to give you two separate rooms but you never actually used yours, well until now. You were living it up honestly. Did you feel awful? Of course. He is your boyfriend after all and you were sure Eri doesn’t deserve your cold shoulder but this is probably for the best. What could you offer her? You weren’t sure that you were a good role model for her or anyone for that matter. What did you know about raising kids? it’s not like you had parents to set a proper example for you. Of course they might have shown you what not to do but where do you go from there? Is shit like that really avoidable? You don’t want to be like them. You strive to be better but what if you can’t be. There’s also the added bonus of the fact that raising a kid seems taxing on a relationship. Now matter how strong you were sure that the stress of a kid could break a relationship down that then festers into something toxic and unrecognizable. You didn’t want that. God you couldn’t let that happen. No. This was definitely for the better.

Of course Aizawa didn’t feel the same. He was confused on why his partner had been so blatantly avoiding him. Did he do something wrong? He doesn’t remember doing anything that might’ve upset you. So why now? Why pull away now? He had to get down to the bottom of this but catching you was the hard part. You had been taking on more work, offering more assistance to the other teachers, picking up extra patrols, doing everything and anything to stay away from Shouta. It took him a month but he finally caught up to you. You were tired, worn out he knew that. Instead of loading yourself with work you’d decided to hole yourself up in your room. It was now or never.

You were pulled out of your peace at the sound of a few gentle knocks to your door. You really didn’t want to get it. You honestly couldn’t be bothered. 

“(N/n)? Are you in there?” He hadn’t gotten it wrong right? He hadn’t been too distracted earlier and missed you leaving right?

“What’s up?” You hummed from your place by the window, not bothering to actually open the door.

“Can I come in?” Shouta asked, voice soft. You could barely hear him above the patter of the rain and the low humming of your laptop.

“Uh, no, kinda busy. Got loads of work to do. Need to focus, sorry. Maybe later?” You hesitantly spoke. Not sure if you were convincing enough. 

Apparently you weren’t.

He sighed. “It’s been “later” for an entire month. Please (Y/n) just let me in. Whatever this is we can talk it out.” You had predicted that eventually Shouta would start to try to crack down on whatever the issue was but you didn’t expect it so soon. 

“Uh...no?” You tried, hoping that maybe he’d just give up but that wasn’t Shouta.

“No, you don’t get that option, now please, open the door.” Although it was still soft his voice had taken a more stern tone.

“Oh no I’m dead. I guess I can’t open the door. What a shame. I guess the only way to talk with me now is in the pits of hell.” You quipped, trying to lessen the tension that already ran thick.

“(Y/n).” Aizawa sighed.

“Jeez fine. Talk about pushy.” You quipped once more to no avail.

Opening the door you were met with, well exactly what you expected. He stood there, arms crossed, a stern yet gentle look in his eyes, his lips pulled into a slight frown. 

“Come in.” You mumbled as you stepped further into your room.

“So tell me. What’s wrong?” The sentence stirred so much. Of course you wanted to tell him. You wanted to spill your guts to the man you loved in hopes of comfort but you just can’t. You know you’ll just scare him off. You know you’ll make things worse.

So you stay silent.

He says nothing as he grabs your hands gently and leads you over to your bed. He sits the two of you down on the edge, muting the movie on the laptop sitting behind him.

“You know you can tell me if something’s bothering you right?” Shouta sent you a warm smile. 

You weren’t very comfortable with discussing your feelings sometimes, it mostly stemmed from the fact that you never really could discuss them with anyone growing up which made it harder to confide in anyone now, as at this point bottling things up was a habit. But this was also just something that you were sure that you couldn’t talk about.

Silence answered him once again.

Now he took sometime to think about his approach, think about what could’ve happened that made you pull away. What did he do that was different from his norm? He was genuinely stumped and the fact that you weren’t helping him confused him even more.

You decided to take this time to lament the situation too. What was he going to do? Should you actually tell him or play it off? If you play it off will he still insist that something is wrong? If you tell him will he leave you? If you don’t tell him will he leave you? You risked a glance at him, he was still deep in thought.

Why did you have to adopt this fucking kid without at least warning me?

“What?” Your head shot up at the sound of his shocked voice.

“What?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“Eri’s the problem...?” He spoke slowly, not entirely sure if he’d heard you right.

“Did I say that out loud?” You squeaked.

“I’m pretty sure you mumbled something along the lines of “why’d you have to adopt that fucking kid”.” Shouta said, unsure if he’d heard wrong. Wanting to have heard wrong.

“No no no no no no! It’s not like that! I mean it is like that but not like that!” You frantically waved your hands in hopes of defusing the situation.

The way he looked at you made you want to cry. You felt horrible. You felt like the biggest asshole in the world and, at this point you probably were. He looked at you with such a look of heartbreak and disappointment and confusion it made you sick to your stomach. You felt light-headed and started shaking. You were right. You were right. You were always right. God why did you have to be right! Why did you have to be like this? Scared of raising a fucking child! It was asinine and irrational and you could probably move past it  but thanks to your stupid fucking brain you just sealed your fate.

You scooted away from him still waving your hands frantically as no’s tumbled endlessly from your lips. You tried sputtering an apology, anything so that he wouldn’t look at you like that but nothing stuck. Nothing was comprehensible. Nothing worked. Nothing would work. Nothing will work. You were hopeless. It was hopeless. 

“If it isn’t like how it seems then tell it to me straight.” Shouta finally spoke up.

You took a second to come down from your panic. You steeled your nerves as much as possible before you spoke. 

“Um well, I have nothing against her it’s just that a little heads up would’ve been nice? I’m not all that great with kids so this is just kind of weird is all.” You were purposefully being vague in hopes that he’d understand what you meant and also maybe drop it.

“Not great with kids? You’re literally a teacher.” He pointed out.

“Yeah you know but she’s like a kid kid and let’s be honest I’m not too great with the students either.” You awkward laughed. So he wasn’t getting it.

“Wha-you’re fine with the students and I’m sure you’ll be fine with Eri, there was no reason to avoid me over this.” Shouta sighed. As good as he was with dealing with people, he was equally as shit. Or maybe it was just the fact that you gave him very little to work with. It was probably a bit of both. Still his dismissiveness was not helping you right now.

“No, no, no, no. I think I’ll stay here. Uh, good luck with your parenthood escapades and sorry to leave you high and dry like this but that’s going to have to be a no from me.” You rambled. He seemed to be getting a little tired of this.

“(Y/n) stop being irrational. She’s not even our kid I’m just looking after her for now. Why are you being difficult? I told you you were fine with the students and you’ll be fine with Eri, what else do you want to hear?” Shouta grumbled.

“Well uh I don’t know, uh...” You trailed off, this seemed to be going in a direction you really didn’t want it to go. A slight hostility settling in the air.

At your lack of a proper answer he clicked his tongue. He took a moment to reassess the situation. There had to be something he was missing. After all you were getting really worked up but if you weren’t going to talk to him there was nothing he could do. He shook his head before running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“(Y/n), please, please, just be honest with me. Whatever it is that’s bothering you, you can tell me. But I won’t be able to understand if you don’t.” Aizawa sighed, deciding that getting worked up about this was not the way to go, especially when you seemed to be especially distraught.

“Uh, god the thing is I don’t know entirely what to say to put the shitshow in my head into perspective.” You mumbled, trying desperately to figure out what to say that could clear the air but nothing seemed to be coherent enough.

“Take your time.” He decided that this was the best approach to things, making sure neither party got too worked up lest this turn into a fight.

The rain continued to patter softly against the window and your candle continued to burn an slightly off floral-ish scent.  A deafening silence hung in the air because even though he was being as patient as possible some of his frustration leaked through, it was bound to though so you couldn’t exactly blame him. After all, you were probably equally as frustrated with yourself too. 

“I’m just not good in a position like this. I’m not good with kids, especially someone like Eri who’s already so broken. You have that nurturing nature, it comes natural to you but I’m not on that level. I  don’t know the first thing about caring for a child let alone one as already traumatized as her. I’d fuck it up and only make things worse. I don’t want you to reassure me that I’ll be okay with her, I want you to understand that I’m not comfortable with this and that it might take me awhile to come around. I’m sure I sound like the biggest asshole ever but please understand that this just isn’t something I’m ready for.” You had rambled a bit, you were aware of that, but it was the only way that you could properly express your feelings without making things too complicated.

Aizawa said nothing. Trying to figure out how to go about things.

Was he upset? Yeah, you two, even after several long years of being together, hadn’t discussed moving forward in your relationship in depth. And if he’d tried you seemed content with the point you two were at so he left it be, no reason to try and move forward when what you had was already fine the way it was. But recently he’d been craving more. Some mornings, when he’d be the first to wake, he’d study your features in the soft light of the sunrise and wonder what it’d be like to properly settle down with you. Get married, start a family, all that jazz. He’d taken in Eri only because it was the most rational decision. His quirk would be good for quelling hers had it ever gotten out of hand. But it also seemed to quell his musings of something more with you. He had imagined you being a good parental figure for the little girl and it made his heart flutter and his stomach explode with butterflies. But now seeing that that wasn’t what you wanted and how you weren’t ready for it, it stung. But in the end, he loved you. He’d easily give his life for you. So, if that meant waiting he’d wait. He’d wait a million years if he had to. He could do it.

Once again he spoke,

“Take your time then. I can wait.”

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Just Come Down (Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader)

Word Count: 2,438

Warnings: my shit writing, anxiety, hella fluff, Bakugou’s bad language

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unconsciousmayhem

said:

can i request somethin for Shinsou and/or Iida (my boys) with a s/o (gn or male preferably) who has a very powerful telekinesis quirk that is closely tied to their anxiety. during training or something, they have a panic attack and end up causing lots of chaos, the ground shaking and cracking and random objects (and people) begin floating and the boys have to talk them down to get to calm down? thank you so much sorry for all the words

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I had so much fun writing this! I hope I was able to capture Shinsou’s personality right😭😭 this is the first time I’ve ever written my reader insert as male and I hope I was able to do it right! @unconsciousmayhem​ thank you so much for the wonderful request and I apologize for only writing about Shinsou! I want to write more stuff for BNHA and that includes Iida also! I just figured I would focus more on Shinsou this time around. I hope it’s to your liking! As always feedback is welcomed! Please enjoy and I hope you guys are having a great week! 💕💕💕

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“You know you don’t have to be so nervous; everything will be fine. You’ve gotten better control over your power.” Shinsou murmured, eyes flickering over to your form as you guys walked towards the training grounds.

 You could feel your throat closing, a sudden dryness taking over your mouth, your eyes darting around you rapidly. You were trying to ground yourself to reality, trying not to go into that dark and deep space in your mind. If you did… cataclysm would erupt, the ground would break and shake just like your very core. Objects and people would be flung up to the heavens, even though you yourself were a devil for causing such destruction -

 “Hey.” indigo eyes were suddenly peering into yours; strong hands gripped your shoulders. 

 You blinked, a familiar heat creeping up the back of your neck. You cleared your throat, one of your hands coming up to the back of your head, ruffling the hair. “Sorry.”

 His eyes narrowed considerably before leaning closer into yours. 

 “H-Hey! W-What are you doing?” You asked frantically, pressing a hand against his chest, pushing him back. “We’re in public.”

 Shinsou rolled his eyes, but stepped back nonetheless. “Don’t be so cold, everyone knows we’re together.”

 Of course everyone knew, both of you were the biggest gossip piece at U.A. You were from the hero department dating someone that was in the general education department, for whatever reason, people found that entirely strange. Or maybe it was the fact that you both possessed strong quirks, quirks that had the potential to be used for evil.

 Which was why you guys had been in each other’s lives since you were little, you both gravitated towards each other, bullied together for having villainous quirks. 

 But the biggest reason why you guys were always being talked about was the fact that Shinsou had gotten into the same class as you, and he was excelling rapidly, surpassing you entirely.

 While you were incredibly happy that all of his hard work was finally paying off, and he was developing friendships outside of your relationship, you had the fear that Shinsou would find you entirely pathetic, leaving you further behind and abandoning you completely. 

 Your hand grabbed at the front of your P.E. uniform, clenching at the fabric that stretched across your chest, your heart aching at the mere thought of Shinsou no longer being part of your life.

 “Hey,” a warm rough hand rested on top of your head, ruffling the short hairs. “I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but you need to stop. I told you that everything is going to be fine, just listen to me for once, okay?”

 You knocked his hand off your head, not saying anything as you walked forward to the training ground, ignoring Shinsou’s raised eyebrows at your coldness.

 Usually you adored physical contact, initiating it, or asking for it. So the fact that you didn’t want his touch, well, something was definitely wrong.

 Shinsou mentally noted to keep an eye on you during training; he had hoped that for once Aizawa would pair you two together. 

 That was wishful thinking on his part. He knew why though, both of you did. You were too dependent on him, and in Aizawa’s eyes, that was a bad thing. 

 Pro heroes need to be able to work with a wide variety of other heroes, there would be a slim chance of both of you working at the same agency in the future. 

 It was purely for your own good. 

 But that didn’t mean that Shinsou would ever stop himself from looking out for you, that wasn’t something he was capable of doing.

 He was always looking out for you, ever since you were kids. He knew how much you’ve grown though, despite how you felt, or what you thought, he knew that you had improved over the years.

 Shinsou was proud of you; there was a pride that he held in his heart at having such a strong partner who was incredibly kind and gentle, despite how destructive your quirk was. 

 But he also knew how bad your anxiety was, how it triggered your quirk in the worst way. You were an entirely emotional person, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but sometimes… that’s what made your quirk incredibly dangerous. 

 “Y/n and Bakugou, I want you guys to pair up together for this training.” Aizawa said lazily, you were the last two people to get paired together.

 You glanced nervously at the fuming male standing near Kirishima; flinching hard when his angry red eyes landed on you.

 “I don’t want to be paired with that pretty boy.” Bakugou sneered loudly.

 “Is it because you’re afraid of developing feelings for him?” Shinsou called out, an eyebrow quirking up. 

 You ignored the soft snickers and giggles around you, eyes being cast down at the floor.

 “What the fuck did you just -” Bakugou’s face went blank, causing you sigh loudly as you looked over at Shinsou who was grinning widely.

 Everyone was howling in laughter now, causing Aizawa to huff in irritation. 

 “Toshi.” you mumbled softly, “Don’t make my life harder, release your quirk please. I don’t need Bakugou beating my ass even more now.” 

 He sighed, grin fading from his beautiful face, he always listened to you, even as children, so regardless of how he felt towards the rudeness of the loud blonde, he complied.

 “I don’t want your boyfriend you purple haired shit brain!” Bakugou began screaming, Kirishima holding him back.

 “Why’d you call him pretty then?” Shinsou asked, tone bored.

 “Because he is!” Bakugou screamed, explosions going off in his raised hands.

 It was dead silent in the training ground now. 

 You could feel a soft heat creeping into your cheeks, you considered opening up the ground before you and jumping into it.

 “So you do want Y/n?” Shinsou challenged, “I won’t let you have him.”

 Mina let out a low whistle next to you. “Wow Y/n. I wish I had two boys fighting over me.”

 You groaned loudly, crouching down with your head in your hands. This was too embarrassing.

 “Y/n-kun it’s okay.” Midoriya encouraged on the other side of you, squatting down to pat at your shoulder as chaos erupted around you.

 “Be quiet.” Aizawa snapped, his quirk activating. You stood up immediately, everyone else straightening up as silence engulfed your group.

 “Get in your pairs already and start training.” He grumbled. 

 As everyone started walking off to meet up with their partner, you felt a gentle thump on your back, you turned to see Shinsou offering you a small smirk before he walked off towards Kaminari who was waving him down excitedly.

 So that’s why he provoked Bakugou, to help ease your nerves, a soft smile twitched at your lips. He knew you too well.

 You felt calm for the most part now… except…. except… 

 Oh god. 

 Why was he looking at you like that? Bakugou was fuming, looking incredibly feral at the moment, and if it was any other time you might have thought that his face was the funniest thing you had ever seen. But today, and the fact that he was focused on you… well, you definitely wanted to run away.

 In truth you had never trained with Bakugou before, you admired his wit and strength, but he wasn’t someone that you were necessarily friends with.

 You were too quiet and meek to hang out with someone as angry and loud as him.

 “I’m going to ruin your face pretty boy.” He sneered and launched himself at you.

Your eyes widened in shock and immediately you activated your quirk, hurling large chunks of the ground at him.

 Your fight or flight senses were kicking in and your entire body urged you to run at this point. He was ferocious, quick and strong as he easily evaded your attacks.

 Bakugou easily overpowered you, which caused your nerves and anxiety to skyrocket.

 “Fucking fight me already you damn extra! You’re so weak compared to me.” he sneered, a wicked grin overcoming his features as he blasted another explosion at you.

 You barely had enough time to yank a rock in front of you, the debris flying everywhere, but better the rock than your actual face.

 You could feel the panic setting in now though, the quickness in your heart increasing rapidly, your hands sweating for another reason than the fact that you were trying to stay away from the blonde male. 

 He was right, you were an extra, you were weak, the fact that you couldn’t overpower Bakugou, the fact that this entire time you guys were sparring you were simply avoiding getting blasted by his quirk.

 You hadn’t actually launched an attack on him yet.

 What… what kind of hero were you? 

 At this right… at this right you weren’t going to become a hero. You were running away, what kind of hero runs away?

 All Might never ran away.

 Shinsou… Shinsou never ran away either, he stood and fought, and you… you were going to get left behind.

 Your breathing started to come out quick now. Your hands trembling as those voices of doubt began creeping into your mind, taking over your senses and then - 

 It felt like the world stopped as you began floating up. Your eyes glazed over as white began to seep into your irises, bleeding out of your pupils and covering them up completely.

 The sounds around you became muffled as your arms raised up, the debris and rocks around you beginning to rise. 

 “What the fuck?” Bakugou’s eyes went wide as he stared at you, the ground beginning to shake, but everyone knew it wasn’t an earthquake. When Bakugou began being lifted into the air himself he couldn’t help the loud screaming and cursing that flew from his mouth as he launched multiple attacks, although, none reached you as the rocks and debris swirled around your form in a protective ring.

 “Shit.” Shinsou muttered as everyone paused to look at the two of you, without even thinking about it he began sprinting over to you.

 “Sensei! Y/n needs you!” Iida called out, but then the ground began cracking, splitting everyone up as they tried to gain their footing.

 Aizawa struggled to make his way over to you, the quickest and easiest way to get you to calm down would be to just erase your quirk, but the shaking and the trembling of the ground, the rocks and debris flying up around everyone, he couldn’t gain his footing.

 “Y/n!” Shinsou was near you now, gazing up at you with concern. You didn’t spare a glance at him, but he could clearly see the tears streaming down your face.

 He knew the mental struggle that you were dealing with internally. You were struggling to bite down the emotions that were taking hold of your quirk.

 “You need to stop this. I know you can do it!” He continued calling out.

 “I can’t do this.” You screamed. “I’m not strong enough. I can’t… I can’t be a hero with a quirk like this!”

 You were drowning in your emotions, the anxiety swallowing you whole and numbing you.

 “You are strong! You’re the strongest person I know. You’re going to be a great hero, stop saying that you’re weak! Stop letting your emotions take over like this, fight it.” Shinsou yelled back, his eyes never leaving your form.

 You shook your head. “I don’t… I don’t know how-”

 “What kind of hero do you want to be Y/n?” he asked, his urgent tone dying down to something softer.

 “I want -” you could feel your mind going blank, the raging storm within your very core diminishing dramatically. You could feel the soft touches of his quirk, gently soothing your mind, creeping into your being tenderly. 

 The coldness that crept into your body began seeping away, replaced with the familiar warmth of Shinsou. You vaguely felt your body beginning to drift down, the rumbling sound of the earth coming back together, and the loud crashes of the debris falling down echoed around you.

 You registered the loud cursing of Bakugou as he fell ungracefully back to the ground, and the urgent chatter of your classmates.

 But your soul felt at ease now, you felt warm, safe, loved, and you knew exactly why. Shinsou’s arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling your upper body into his lap. 

 His strong fingers brushed at the tears that lingered on your cheeks before carefully pushing the hair away from your forehead.

 You were passed out now. Your quirk leaving your body entirely exhausted and spent. But he was relieved, you were safe now, and you hadn’t injured anyone from the looks of it. 

 “Is Y/n okay!?” the class surrounded the two of you, peering down at you in concern. 

 “You just had to take things too far didn’t you Bakugou?” Kaminari scolded, followed by many other voices.

 “He’s fine. When his quirk gets like this it exhausts him completely. He just needs to sleep for the rest of the day.” Shinsou said quietly, everyone completely ignoring the loud complaints from Bakugou.

 “Sensei, can I take him to the infirmary?” Shinsou asked, glancing up at Aizawa.

 “We’ll end class early today.” Aizawa nodded.

 Wordlessly Shinsou easily shifted you onto his back, silently walking off towards the infirmary.

 “Hitoshi.” you mumbled sleepily, pressing your further into his neck. “Thank you. You’ll always be my hero.”

 A soft smile tugged at his lips, the grip he had on your thighs tightening. “Go to sleep.” 

 Shinsou ended taking you back to the dorms, his dorm. He sighed softly to himself as he once again brushed the hair off your forehead.

 “Idiot. As if I would ever leave you behind.” He muttered quietly, pressing his forehead against yours gently.

 He knew that was one of your fears, on top of not being a good hero. But he wouldn’t let any of that happen, he wouldn’t leave you, and he definitely wouldn’t let you become some mediocre hero either.

 Exhaustion suddenly crashed down on Shinsou; his lips found the top of your head, pressing tenderly against it before he situated himself next to you on the bed, his arm slinging around your torso and tugging you closer to him.

 He definitely could never leave you behind, the love of his life. Despite what you and everyone else may think, you were everything to him.

 If he had to be there every time that your quirk went out of control then so be it, he’d bring you back down every single time.

[maemi324]

Burned

Hello all you lovely people! Today I come to you bearing gifts!

the gift that is this fic, which is quite possibly the longest fanfic I’ve ever done. Period. I’ve written more for a personal story of mine, but this one…this just takes the cake.

14 pages, 6988  words. That may not sound like a lot, but for me it was a huge thing, and I’m actually pretty proud of it. 

this was inspired by the song “Burn the Witch” by Shawn James, which I highly recommend listening to towards the end of this.

So this involves witches, as you might have guessed. I did do some research on this, referencing a few holidays. With that being said, this is not the fic to go to looking for accurate information about Pagan Holidays, their differences, similarities and all the right customs. This is all mixed in with some fictional things that I felt helped the story flow. If you want an accurate description of their holidays, practices, beliefs, please go do your own research, or ask someone that knows about them, as that person is not me. 

With that out of the way! here are some mentions of some characters in here!

Aizawa, Present Mic, All Might, All for One, Shigaraki, LOV (vague description), Ochaco, Iida, Todoroki, mama Midoriya

Warnings: Character Deaths (kind of) vague descriptions of death, witch hunt, stakes, fire. OOC Shigaraki probably, and Izuku. If there are more warnings needed let me know. Only edited by me. May edit later. Right now i just wanna post this guy.

@katsukikitten​, @what-the-censored-xd​ I hope you enjoy!

You were standing beside your mother, hanging onto her skirts as she placed a flower crown in your hair, your small hands reaching to gently feel their soft petals. 

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It was the brightest summer you could remember, the first thing you could remember actually.

You could see your father, as well as some of your parents’ friends, all gathering wood into this large pile to be lit that night. You felt a thrum of something run through your fingers as your hands fell back to your sides. Excitedly you tugged on your mother’s skirts. 

She’d just placed a crown upon a friend’s head, looking down at you with that sweet smile that had you giggling. 

“What has you so giggly darling?” 

She bent down to your level, nearly falling over as you thrust your zinging hand in the general direction of her face. She carefully pushed your fingers back, a gasp at her lips as soft yellow hues glowed from your fingertips, your other hand still preoccupied with the soft flower petals.

“Well would you look at that! I knew you’d be getting it soon!” She pressed kisses all over your face, the last one landing on your forehead. Her attention was pulled from you as someone called out to her, a young woman, no older than your own mother, with hair so dark it was almost green, carrying someone who’s hair matched hers. 

“Inko! You made it!” She hugged the woman- now named Inko- closely, only pulling back after a tight squeeze. 

“Thank you for inviting us! Are you sure it’s alright that we’re here? These aren’t, well, really our traditions to do-”

“Nonsense! You’re family, you are just as welcome here now as any other part of the year. Now who is this young one?” You watched as she motioned to the, what you could now see was a young boy, who had the brightest green eyes you had ever seen, with a magic all their own.

“This is my son, Izuku, my pride and joy,” She nuzzled his cheek, pressing a kiss there. In an attempt to get him to smile she blew a raspberry on his cheek, which had him giggling, but his eyes remained trained on your mother. “He’s a little shy around strangers however”

“ That’s the same little one I saw last year? Goodness, he’s grown so much!”

“Oh I know! It seems like only yesterday I just had him! 

You frowned, you wanted mama’s attention! It was like she’d forgotten you were there. You tugged on her skirts with a whine, hardly mollified when she only gave you her hand. You pressed it against your cheek. 

“And this is the lady of the day?” Inko set down Izuku in favor of looking you over.

“Yes indeed, our little Birthday girl, (Y/N)” She smiled down at you letting go of your hand, “Why don’t you show Izuku how to make a flower crown, hm?” 

At the idea of doing something fun your mood brightened immediately, offering your hand to him. He instead looked up at his mother, now adorned with her own flower crown, who gave him a light push towards you. 

He nervously gave you his hand and you pulled him over to the circle of people braiding flowers together.

Somehow, that little moment blossomed into friendship. As the hours passed, he’d opened up, little by little, much like the flowers in your hand had when first blooming. He told you stories from his village, tales of a heroic man- a knight you would later remember- under the name of “All Might”.

 As he talked, he paid close attention to how your hands moved as he made his crown. While it wasn’t perfect, he placed the small crown over the one your mother had given you, saying it wasn’t any good. You told him right then and there you were proud to wear it. You had yet to finish yours, so you asked him to continue his stories as you worked. It may have been all he talked about for the first hour since then, but you were keen to hear his tales, eyes sparkling with something wonderful as his freckled cheeks turned pink at the sound of your laughter. 

He was also incredibly interested in your traditions. You were too young to have them all memorized by heart, but you did know that at every celebration, you, and others of your kind in the area, came to this specific clearing in the woods. 

The area had been used for as long as any elder could remember, slowly built into a circle with a place for the fire in the center, steps built into the hill as makeshift seats, the grass around the area lush and green, the best to dance around the fire in. During this celebration in particular you adorned crowns of flowers and built the fire, dancing and offering praise to the gods. Hardly any from the village came to these celebrations, but they did not condemn your ways and kept to their own. 

You danced and played the day away, the other children chasing after you in good fun. Giggles and loud shrieks filled the air, air soft and warm with the scent of the lavender fields so close by.

Of course, you were both so young then, by the time the stars were high in the sky, the both of you were out like lights, leaning against one another with a blanket draped over your laps. You only remember briefly waking as you were cuddled next to someone in your bed. You paid no mind as your father kissed your forehead, leaving you with a whisper of ‘goodnight’. You snuggled back into the person beside you, green hair tickling your nose as you slipped back into sleep.

When you awoke the next morning, breakfast lingering in the air. Your heart clenched sadly as you were alone. Had yesterday been a dream? Where had your new friend gone? You scrambled out of bed into the main room, Izuku sitting next to his mother, stuffing a sweet bread your father had made into his mouth, whilst Inko and your mother talked about the previous night.

Since then, Izuku and his mother had returned to every holiday, the Autumn equinox, Samhain, the Winter solstice, every single one. You would count down the days, a small piece of charcoal to mark on your wall until the day he arrived. 

With every visit came more tales of knights and their battles, He’d even started writing them down, so that way no one would forget them and their deeds. You had joked that with a memory like his, he would never forget. 

During the time in between visits, you learned how to help manage your father’s shop. He taught you which herbs and plants had medicinal properties, how to bring a potion to the right temperature and keep it there, hands glowing a soft blue. 

Your mother taught you the other properties of magic, warding away evil and the right way to banish an evil that had long sunk its roots into it’s target, hands glowing a soft purple. You were all too happy to learn from them, how to help people with a kind hand and a soft smile. 

But there were times your heart had wanted to be cruel, to be angry. When all you wanted to do was place something wicked on the boys that ran around your village and teased you. Especially when they had torn apart a necklace your mother had given you. 

It wasn’t rare by any means, but your mother had given it to you and thus it was special.

You told your mother as such after hours of searching for the pendant, with little to no luck of even finding the chain. She had nearly dropped the jar of spices into the soup she had been making. 

“Curses are not things to be taken lightly darling,” She sat you down at the table, your feet kicking in an irritated fashion, toes barely touching the floor. “They are dangerous, and not for the faint of heart. But most importantly, that is not what our magic is for” she tilted your pouting face up to hers, so she could look you in the eye, her other hand taking your smaller one into hers. “Our magic is to help and heal. Those of our magic who choose otherwise have…They have died, or worse even. So promise me you’ll never curse or hex anyone. Alright?”

“I promise mum,” you sighed, anger dissipating into a strange form of disappointment and forced contentment. She let go of your hand with a smile, a confused expression on your face as you opened your hand to find the necklace sitting on your palm as if it had been there for hours. 

That promise only lasted a short time. The next time Izuku had visited, the boys began to pick on him as well, he was shorter and smaller than they were, a prime target. That was all easily ignorable, taking his hand and leading him off somewhere else. The last straw had been a kick to his dream.

“You’ll never be a real knight, no matter how hard you try! You’re too much of a mama’s boy, too weak!”

You could have sworn you’d seen red, though Izuku begged you not to do anything. It was only his asking that spared the boys a beating they would not come out of unscathed. 

So instead, come nightfall, you had slipped from your bed, careful not to step on Izuku as you passed. You snuck into the shop, grabbing one of your father’s bowls and setting out into the forest. You picked at your ingredients with haste, mashing them together with water and a stone. You uttered the foulest curse your young mind could think of; giving the boys a taste of being so close but never there. An itch they couldn’t scratch, they would never be able to scratch, no matter how sharp their nails.

Pleased with your work, you washed out the now empty bowl. You ignored the sickly feeling in your stomach, setting the bowl back in its place. You closed the door as softly as you could, sneaking back into bed.

However, that morning you awoke to your skin feeling itchy, the sensation unrelenting no matter how hard your nails scratched. Your whimpers of panic woke Izuku, eyes wide with panic of his own, he dove out the door and ran for your mother. 

That’s how you found yourself alone, with your mother, the offending bowl in question as well as one that had an ointment of some kind in it, your mother smearing it over your red skin.

“I hope you’ve learned something from this,” her voice held just the barest hint of amusement, though only just barely. “Poison ivy isn’t exactly a walk in the park” she finished with your arms and moved on to your back. 

“If you weren’t careful however,” her voice turned hard, your body tensing at the shift in tone, “This could have turned out far worse. Far more dangerous. Magic isn’t a game, there are real consequences to your actions, just as there are in any other parts of life” You nodded your head solemnly, the back of your mind thanking just about everything for the relief the ointment brought. 

Of course you had to learn the hard way the effects of going against your own nature. 

You’d spent that Summer Solstice wrapped up with an ointment, dealing with Izuku’s annoying little smirk.

“I appreciate the thought (Y/N),” He whispered to you, the two of you sat a ways from the fire as you watched the others dance, “You wanted to defend me, but please, don’t go around cursing people, for my sake if not yours” he laughed, swatting your hand away from your own arm as you tried to itch it. 

“Yeah, yeah, see if I ever do anything nice for you ever again” you groused, no heat behind your words. You were best friends, you’d do anything for him, just like he would you.

It was on your seventeenth birthday, a coming of age for a young witch, when you learned how far those feelings would go.

It was one hell of a birthday, you thought, sitting behind the wagon full of flowers that had yet to be formed into crowns, crying pitifully. The young girls of the village had teased you, your dress was so short compared to the usual style, even the sleeves! Your ankles were on full display and your feet were bare.

You hardly minded their comments, their concerns didn’t matter. It was your coming of age celebration as well as the Solstice. Everything was perfect, you’d even woken up early, gotten all your chores done and had enough time to have a relaxing bath beforehand. Their sense of fashion didn’t matter compared to your traditions. Not only that, but your mother had made the dress herself, it was soft and comfortable. 

It was only when the other witches your age had decided that the color you wore wasn’t appropriate for the celebration, in these ‘modern’ times, far too dark and disrespectful. While they had etched a seed of self consciousness into your mind, you carried on, your mother had chosen this color specifically for you and the celebration at hand. The colors were fine! In your irritation, you stomped away hardly looking where you were going, falling face first and sliding into a patch of mud, probably leftover from yesterday’s rain.

You looked up from your predicament, one of the others dogs lifting up its leg to pee near you but not on you. At that angle it hardly mattered. The giggles from younger children were harsh enough, grating on your ears, whispers from some of the elders of this being a bad omen. But what was the worst of it all? The concern in Izuku’s eyes. He’d made a beeline towards you, but before he could reach you, you had sprinted off, just away from everyone.

You didn’t know why his eyes made it all the worse, that look never would have bothered you before, right?

The sun was starting to set, the wood was almost arranged perfectly to burn all night long.

You wiped your eyes, glaring down at the mud now on your hands.

“I thought I might find you here”

You jumped, heart launching itself into overdrive as you whirled around only to see Izuku.

“Oh! Izuku…you scared me” you placed a hand over your heart, as if it would slow to a normal pace if you did so. “Shouldn’t you be helping with the fire?” you asked, scooting over so he could sit next to you.

“What kind of a friend would I be if I let you be here by yourself?” he asked, his gaze patiently waiting to meet yours, as soon as you had the courage to.

“You seemed alright with me being here up until now” you muttered. A flash of hurt appeared in his eyes, you immediately regret your harsh tone.

“W-Well, I had wanted to let you cool down before I just got in your space-”

“No, that was unfair of me Izuku, I’m sorry. I just…everything was supposed to be perfect. Or realistically perfect. Falling flat on my face in mud wasn’t exactly a part of the plan” you wiped your hands off on what little remained of your dress. “Or being considered a possible bad omen”

“I know what that’s like, remember on my fifteenth birthday, when I was helping carry all those crates?” You had to hold back a snort, as you recalled the story. 

Your father had arranged for you to meet a supplier of a rare type of herb, as well as a few crates of spices for one of the shopkeepers in the village. The poor man had fallen ill this year and had somehow convinced his supplier to meet him halfway instead of going to the nearest town. 

Izuku had been visiting at the time and, of course, offered to help you. You had just gotten over the main hill, you could see the people of your village milling about. You turned to look over at Izuku, only to watch as he fell face first onto the ground, tripping over a root. The barrels of spices went rolling down the hill, him rolling after them. 

The barrels landed with a crash against some boxes stacked near the well, Izuku was hardly so lucky as he had rolled right into the wells wall.

“You were so lucky that you came out of that with only a broken arm” you laughed softly, a huff of laughter escaping him as well. 

“At least the spices were alright, I’d have felt so bad if they’d all gone to waste because of my clumsiness” he placed a hand over yours, not even minding the dirt and tears that clung to it. 

“It’s not quite the same as a ‘bad omen’, it’s also probably a little thoughtless of me to say ‘ forget them’ when they’re a huge part of your culture, your traditions. But…I want you to know that, they could call you any and all these bad things under the sun…and your parents wouldn’t believe them for a minute…I wouldn’t believe them for a minute.” 

He stood up then, pulling you gently along with him. You allowed him, though your eyes were too preoccupied with seeing what everyone else is doing. Most were gathered around the fire, listening as one of the elders spoke, others talking and laughing amongst themselves, their cups full of sweet liquid.

He led you down to the river, the water warmed by the long summer day, softly babbling as the wildlife went about their ways. He sat you down on one of the rocks, taking one in front of you for himself.

“What are we doing over here Izuku?” 

He didn’t answer you, reaching into one of his pockets and dunking a cloth into the water.

“Isn’t that your handkerchief?” you ask, face molded into disgust as the cloth came closer to you.

“What? No, well yes, but this one is an extra one, it’s clean I promise” he gently placed his hand on your chin, tilting your face up as he wiped the muck off of your face.

His touch was soft but firm, eyes only taking in his work as your own counted the freckles that danced along his cheeks, the way he bit his lip in concentration. Somewhere in the deepest part of your mind and the very center of your heart, you knew why that look had your cheeks turning red and your heart hammering in your chest. But at the forefront of your mind, you couldn’t tell why.

The two of you were silent as he continued his pattern, dunking the cloth into the water, washing out the dirt and wringing out the water to carefully wash away the dirt on your face. 

It doesn’t take him long however, to finish with his task, washing and wringing out the cloth for the last time. His eyes finally meet yours, offering a gentle smile that only widened as he booped your nose with the cloth, the face you made sending pink butterflies through his stomach. You couldn’t help but laugh as well, his good mood far too contagious.

“Ah, there you are,” he said, his hand still holding your face as he took in your smile. You only hummed in agreement, internally mourning the loss of warmth from his hand as he pocketed the cloth. 

“Thank you, Izuku, that was…you are too kind for this world, I think” You stood up from the rock, you couldn’t stay down by the river all night. Your dress may have been ruined, you’d have to apologize to mother for it, but someone must have brought an extra. Or so you hoped. 

Hand in hand, you walked back to the clearing, trying to slip past the majority of the party to get to your mother, only for a gentle hand to stop you both in your tracks.

One of the elders, Mrs.Tachibana, looked up at you with kind eyes. She was mostly known for her talent for seeing into the future. That’s what the majority said it was, she described it as, ‘ getting a feeling I’ll need such and such object today’ only for it to come in handy at the oddest of times.

“I’m sorry Mrs.Tachibana, did I bump into you?” She shook her head at your question.

“Oh no dear, but I do have something for you. I had made it for my daughter, but it seems she made her own dress this time. I think It’s a good color for you!” She carefully handed the dress to you, to which you handed to Izuku, your body was covered in mud! You weren’t about to dirty some other dress.

“Oh are you sure-”

“Oh yes of course dear, no one else is going to be wearing it tonight!” 

You quickly changed behind a tapestry your mother had been working on, feeling much better and cleaner in this new dress, it was a little on the short end, but just barely past what your mother’s dress had been.

You walk back out to find Izuku waiting for you, the fire having been lit. The music was hardly loud, but the drums struck a chord within your heart that pulsed with energy, a need to sing along, to move to the beat. You bound over to him, taking his hand in yours.

“I see you’re feeling better” He mused, his foot tapping to the beat.

“Much better. Come dance with me?” You tugged gently on his hand toward the fire.

“You know I’m not the best dancer (Y/N)” He warned, as if you didn’t have years of experiencing it first hand. You shrugged your shoulders, even though he was far from good, he was most definitely not a disaster.

“Is that a No?” You swayed back and forth on your heels, looking up at him with what you hoped was a sweet enough look to get what you liked. He let go of your hand, for a moment you feared you’d pushed your luck too far, suddenly his hands were on your waist, lifting you into the air as he spun you into the dancing circle, your shriek of surprise worth the slight pain of him stepping on his own toes as he brought you back down.

You danced the night away together, hardly pausing for a break, you didn’t need to for whatever reason. You just wanted his arms around you, spinning you this way and that, lifting you in time with the music that had your stomach doing somersaults that tickled.

He felt the same, your laughter had his heart soaring, the smile on your face shooting Cupid’s arrows right through his heart. He tripped and stumbled every so often, but it was all worth it if it meant you were having a good time.

The two of you finally stopped to take a break, the moon high in the sky. You pulled him towards the river once again, the cool air there was bound to cool you off. 

You sat down in the grass, pulling him down with you as you laughed at his startled expression.

“Well I’d say you did quite well with dancing!”

“Oh do you really? Even with all my fumbles?”

“Eh, you just added a few new steps!”

“A few new steps she says!” He barked out a laugh, tears gathering in his eyes, your own giggles twisting into his like sweet music. 

Your laughter died out naturally, the music of crickets and rushing water kept you company, the drums from the music thumping distantly. He leaned back, looking up to the sky, you followed suit, your shoulder pressed against his as you pointed up at the stars.

“I think I’ll draw a new image in the stars. Just for tonight” You traced the shape with your fingers, Izuku mirroring your actions to see if he could get the shape.

“And, what are you going to call this new one?”

“Hmm…I’m not sure yet. It’s a process” 

Your brow furrowed as you thought, the thoughts clear in your eyes, oh he was hopeless.

You jumped slightly at the feel of his hand cupping your jaw. His eyes were full of an emotion you couldn’t name, but it set your skin ablaze.

“I’ve had a great time tonight” you murmur, eyes wide and watching. What was he going to do?

“I have too,” he matched your volume, thumb idly stroking your cheek gently.

“I’ve actually thought about this for a while, but I was…afraid to ask you, in case I somehow ruined our friendship. But…the thing is (Y/N), I know our friendship is strong enough to withstand that. I want more than a friendship with you, I…I want to be with you all the time. I wanna be there on your good days, bad days, those days where everything and nothing are going on at once, I want it all,” he took a deep breath, steadying his shaking limbs and resolving his nerves.

“What do you say (Y/N)? Be my Love?” 

Your eyes had watered considerably, your own hand holding his, you couldn’t help but nod.

“I was starting to think that my feelings were one sided,” you laughed, tears dripping down your cheeks. “I would love nothing more than to be yours” 

He leaned into your space, so carefully, his hand gently pulling you closer until your lips met his, soft and warm, just like yours. You slowly pulled back, only to be gently pulled back in again, over and over until you were used to one another’s rhythm, kisses becoming slower and longer.

His tongue softly asked for entrance, and you readily allowed him access. He tasted of the sweet drink that had been served, goosebumps raised along your skin as he leaned you backwards into the grass, his eyes half lidded as adoration danced along the pinks of his cheeks. 

He was careful not to press you too hard into the ground as he kissed you again, your tongues dancing as your hand gripped the hair at the base of his skull. The groan that rumbled through his chest and that particular rough pass of his lips had your toes curling.

He parted from you again, staring at your kiss bruised lips, wet and so inviting looking, moving slowly towards your (E/C) colored eyes, finding the same emotion fluttering in his heart. Carefully he sat up, you following after him with a smile on your face. You sat together, curled into one another as you watched the stars.

It had been four years since that Solstice, the two of you now adults. A year or two after becoming lovers, Izuku had finally found someone to train him into becoming a knight, a real hero. It meant that you would see him less, but he would always write to you when he could.

You were saddened at the news, but also so proud. Finally after all these years, his dream was coming true. He promised you that he would always come back to you, that once he had become a knight, able to help you build your own healing stand in the main city, He’d properly ask you to marry him. You knew he always kept his promises, one way or another. 

How could you deny him his dream? You couldn’t truthfully.

That brought you here, scratching out another day along the tally you made. Only a few more days until Izuku came back. You helped your father run the shop now, almost fully taking over as the village healer. 

You braced the day with a smile as the regulars came in, the usual ointments for Mrs.Tachibana, some medicine to the mother of some poor twins who had caught some sickness during the seasons change to spring, a wooden spoon covered in semi-crystalized honey for the wailing babe, their teeth slowly but surely coming in.

The morning rush could hardly be considered as such, your doors opening right at the first peak of dawn. You waved off the last of the morning patrons in no time at all.

You bend down to grab a few herbs, mixing something to help soothe Mr.Yamada’s vocal chords. You hear the door push open, pulling you from your line of thought, your eyes meeting bright green.

“Izuku!” you cry, rushing over to him, arms wrapped around his shoulders in the tightest hug you could manage. He’d grown so much taller than you last remembered- well just bigger in general!

He’d bulked up considerably- he joked he wanted to get better at giving hugs along with being a Knight- and was now a full two heads taller than you. You only pull back to place your hands on his jaw, pulling him down to kiss you properly.

“Did I surprise you?” he laughed, pressing another kiss to your forehead. 

“Yes! You weren’t due back for a few more days! Oh I’m so happy your home!” You stood back up on your toes to press more kisses to his face. “Tell me everything!”

He told you all about the training he went through- hell as he called it, eyes looking back with a slight fondness that only nostalgia could bring- the antics he and some other knights in training had gotten into. His teacher, Aizawa, was a hard man, but ultimately soft hearted in his own way. He couldn’t wait for you to meet the friends he had made, and you were excited to see them.

“I have heard some…other things though” he hesitated, leaning against the counter as you finished Mr.Yamada’s medicine, the yellow glow from your hands dimming until it was no more. “In the city they’re telling stories of witches…and not good ones either.” you hummed in agreement, concern laced into your features.

You’d heard of rumors of witches in nearby towns and villages. At first, nothing was seemingly worrisome about it. So some covens had decided to announce their place in the world, big deal.

Until the rumors had become something dark. Stories of sacrifices, hexes and curses upon innocent bystanders, children. Soon there were rumors of witches in every town, every village.

“Even the people here have started to become…nervous” beforehand, the villagers not a part of your coven had nothing to fear from you, you’d never given them any reason to. But these new witches, witches that were said to be everywhere, brought fear into your community. 

“I’m worried Izuku, they’ve started burning people in the next few towns…I’m not sure what we could do, a show of our magic could scare them into a frenzy, but not doing anything could be just as bad. They even have a witch hunter!” you set down the pestle gently, Izuku taking your hand in his.

“I’m worried too. But for right now, the best we can do is wait and see how things go. No matter what, I’ll always be here, you won’t go through this alone.” your heart fluttered warmly at his words, pressing a kiss to his hand.

The next few days did little to raise or diminish your worries. You walked about the village, showing him what all had changed in his absence, ignoring the stares of the same village girls that had teased your dress all those years ago. 

It wasn’t until the third week that had changed. Even that morning, the dew felt strung and the air was hot and still. Your father had asked you the night before to gather some lavender from the fields in the morning, he was running low on stock.

The two of you agreed, baskets in hand you walked to the fields. 

The breeze began to pick up as you climbed up the hills, the sweet scent dancing around you as you looked up into your lovers eyes.

“Is it just me, or have the lavender fields gotten smaller?” he joked, sitting beside you as you carefully snipped away at the plant, making sure to cut the stalk specifically so the flower could regrow. 

“No, I think you’ve just gotten taller.” You mused, handing him the stalks to carefully separate the leaves and the flowers themselves. 

It was a tense silence as you worked, though you couldn’t tell what was on his. On yours however, was the frequent news of witches being killed. But not only witches, but innocent people as well, for the slightest and most ridiculous thing. Spoiled milk, your neighbor suddenly falling ill after accidentally tripping over your shoe? 

These people wouldn’t know a witch if one kicked them in the ass.

“I think,” Izuku startled you from your thoughts, “It would be best if tonight, you and your family leave with me. At least until all of this calms down.” There would be no reasoning with the public, not with the mass hysteria and distrust of everyone.

“I would agree, but papa would never give up his shop, we’ve been there for years, generations even” you handed him a few more stalks. 

“We’ll have to convince him somehow. I had hoped things would die down, considering the evidence and logic-”

“Since when have the masses and logic ever seen eye to eye?” you quip back, brow raised into bittersweet amusement.

“Since never, but I had hoped…Well It doesn’t really matter what I’d hoped. What I’m thinking now is, I write to my fellow knights in training for help. To help move your coven safely” He started to mumble, various questions littering his mind, how fast could a letter get there? 

Their letters had been casual, while important, they weren’t of any dire emergency. Would his friends believe him? No of course they would, once he proved to them the logic of things. The masses may not be so…sensitive to logic, but his fellow knights were not the masses.

It takes you until sunset to gather enough petals to fill the basket, though the two of you were hardly in any hurry. You walked back to the village, the tense air having loosened just ever so slightly.

All the relaxation the lavender provided was gone the second black smoke was visible over the hill. Lavender forgotten, you ran to the village, the smoke billowing from two stakes. You raced down the hill, passing the well.

No…No gods please no!

On one stake was the remnants of your mother, her eyes open towards the sky as her body drew no more breath. Beside her was your father, eyes closed. A cry of rage and sorrow rang loose, distant from your ears as strong, familiar arms wrapped around you. You screamed and kicked, clawed at his arms. Your throat felt raw as you cried, eyes looking for someone, anyone to blame.

You’d only heard descriptions of him, hairdo pale it was blue, with eyes as red as the blood of innocents he condemned- Tomura Shigaraki.

“Let their souls be cleansed of this evil, so they may find rest at the side of the great one, All for One” his voice was horrid, nasal and cruel, the imagery of snakes filling the back of your mind. He didn’t believe a word he was saying, so evident by the snarl at his lip he called a smile, twisted pleasure saturating his eyes.

“Ah, the main event has arrived!” he snapped his fingers motioning towards you and Izuku, his guards making their way over to you.

One man pulled you from Izuku’s grasp, two men grabbing Izuku by the arms. He swore, headbutting one of the guards, kicking back on the others shin. “You let go of her!” he growled, another pair tackling him down to the ground to restrain him.

“You evil, wicked thing! How dare you kill these innocent people, how dare-” you shrieked and shrieked as you struggled against your captor, another guard capturing your other arm.

“You may struggle now witch! The evil within fights back! But don’t worry, you’ll soon be cleansed.”

Despite your struggles, the both of you are taken into one of the old jails, hidden underground.

The place was dusty from lack of use, the packed earth against the stone kept it cool. You were leaned up against the bars, Izuku leaning against the same ones across from you. He couldn’t hold you like he wanted, the bars too small for anything else but his hands.

“I should have thought about this harder…I should have made a plan sooner” he murmured, breaking the silence. “If I hadn’t wasted time, then maybe-”

“Don’t” your voice was clipped and harsh. You hadn’t meant to be, regret adding to the myriad of emotions pulsing around your broken heart. “Mum and Papa wouldn’t want you to…to talk like that.” you wipe a tear as best as you can, your hand reaching to find his again.

“It’s no one’s fault but that damned Shigaraki” you hiss, “ He’s the witch hunter. He’s selling the world a story and they’re all buying it.” you could feel his lips pressed against your forehead. You shift so you are on your knees, holding onto the bars for balance, you kiss him, deeply, trying to memorize the taste of him one last time. 

You stay like that, murmuring sweet nothings to one another, for who knows how long. You only know that it is all too soon when they open the doors again, dragging you out to the stake. Izuku struggles against the guards as they force him into a kneeling position beside Shigaraki.

Your heart hammers in your chest, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you struggle against your bonds. What you wouldn’t give to become the witch they so feared, maybe then your parents would be alive. Maybe then you and your betrothed would have a chance of surviving.

The fire starts all too quickly, Izuku’s agonized screams of horror sharp in your mind as tears run down your cheeks. Your last image of him couldn’t be of his eyes filled with hopelessness. 

“I love you Izuku! I love you so much, We’ll be together again I swear it-”

“Silence Witch! Your spells have no power here!”

You ignored them, screaming louder, a cool burning sensation wrapping around the ring finger of your left hand, “I will find you! I don’t care how long it takes, we will be together!”

“I love you (Y/N)!” he cries back, a cool burning sensation around his left ring finger was left unnoticed. He was focused entirely on you. Until his world went black.

The guard righted himself, adjusting his hands behind his back, Izuku sat there, his head tilted forward, unconscious. Your heart finally severed, the only explanation for the black ink that spilled from it, tainting all in its path. The wind howled as a sudden storm raged above you, hair twisting this way and that, fueled by the wild look in your eyes, satisfaction found within the fear of Shigaraki’s red irises.

Your magic wasn’t made for curses or hexes. But with your heart broken, the once golden light of your magic turned vengeful, bubbling and vicious. Even as the smoke rose, your voice boomed across the village.

“May your days be numbered!” the crowd gasped, your voice multiplied, as if thousands were speaking at once, your eyes roaming across all of those who had cheered for you and your parents demise, of all those who died before you.

“May your last passing hours be filled with my ghostly visage, as all your loved ones choke on my ashes they thought long swept away! May you die in fear, knowing your bloodline will end with your hatred!” 

The smoke from your pyre weaved around the guilty villagers, more thickly located around Shigaraki and his group. Your vision was turning spotty, but you didn’t care, you weren’t done. If you had to die, you were going out on your own terms.

“To those of you who survive, may you always see my shadow at the end of your beds as you sleep! May your Children curse your name! For your evil, your wickedness! For your Injustice!”

The storm raged on, even as you choked your last breath, your vision turning dark.

I’ll be with you soon my love…

.X.

.X.

.X.

.X.

You blinked, your eyes wet with unshed tears as you glanced around the room, your friends, Ochaco, Iida, and Todoroki were all behind you, looking at you with wide eyes. Next to you sat your boyfriend of two years, now in your third year at UA. His eyes were also wet, slowly turning to gaze towards you.

You had all decided to go to the fair that had opened up. Towards the end of your merriment, you spotted a fortune teller of a sort, and decided to go inside. Everything had been fairly light hearted and fun, until the two of you sat down for your turn. The fortune teller was shocked, the past had something important for you to see, and by all that was good you were going to see it.

You looked down at the promise ring Izuku bought you. It burned with the same cool sensation as you remembered…saw past you. It felt like…a small part of you had been unlocked, as if some part of you had been missing for all of these years.

“We found each other after all”

He gave you a gentle smile, one you returned.

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Homesick recordings

This is the first part of my 1.5K celebration. I present to you the sequel to “Moments in the life of Y/N L/N”, the angstiest piece of trash I’ve ever written. Thank you 1.5 K guys it means a lot, thank you for being here and reading my crap writing and thank you for supporting my blog. Love ya 💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

When Y/N learns that her little girl is gonna leave for high school she suggests she tries recording herself when she’s feeling homesick. Sky believes that she won’t need it but as time passes she realizes that she might need her mom more than expected. 

Monday, April 4th 20XX

“Okay so how do I do this exactly? *camera falls from its spot* Ah crap crap Jesus! Is it still working? Yep yep it is there’s my ugly face hehe. God why is my hair like that? Anyways um…. Hi, I guess? Do you say hi to a recording? This is weird to say the least. Today was the first day of school as you might have guessed and it was ….awkward. I got lost in that huge building twice and I ignored some kids by accident because they called me by my last name! I’m used to people referring to you when they say our last name ugh this is gonna take some time getting used to. The teacher is ....unique. He came into our classroom in a yellow sleeping bag and proceeded to worm around the room like a caterpillar. I don’t think he is the really giddy giddy fun teacher; he wrecked us during training. Gave us a freaking heart attack with a so called prank he pulled. *exasperated sigh* Who says that you’ll be expelled if you score last?? I don’t get it!! His name is Aizawa-sensei and I already believe he doesn’t like me. He stared at me for a solid five minutes with a frown on his face during training. If I’m being honest he was watching me the whole day which is kinda weird. I don’t know how to take that. Is he interested in my quirk or is he asking himself why they put me in his class? I can hear his voice saying ‘why do they keep sending me imbeciles?’. Well mister you can’t get rid of me now I got in and I’m staying! HA! *bang on the wall* YO SKY KID KEEP IT DOWN MAN! SORRY TOYOMI-SAN…..That was one of my roommates….She is a social worker I think. Oh I almost forgot, the apartment I found is nice. It deserves its price I mean. But you already know that since I called you once I got back from school…. See why this is stupid??? I’ll keep telling you things you already know because I have Alzheimer and I don’t remember what you know. *sigh* Oh well I guess you’ll have to endure this torture, you are my mother after all and I’m your precious only daughter so what can you do really? I finished my costume design. It turned out pretty cool, I like it. The jacket you suggested makes it ten times better. I look like a pilot. Well technically I am a pilot. I pilot clouds and now that you’re not here to scold me when I’m flying around I’ll take full advantage of it. You can’t stop me mother! Anyways, it’s getting late and I have school tomorrow so I’ll end this here. I don’t know when I’ll record next…. Most likely when I’m feeling home sick again. Haha it's the first day away from home and I’m already missing you and those two idiots. *soft snort* Goodnight mom, love you.” *recording ends*.

Wednesday, April 27th 20XX     

“Hello again, it’s me, your neighborhood cripple. *wince* You could say I’m a sight for sore eyes because I’m sore all over. You’ve seen the attack on the news. Of course you have, everyone’s shaming UA high for lack of security. Why you haven’t called me yet is a mystery, I guess you’re at work? And before you start throwing a tantrum about me not calling first and blah blah, I wanted to record this first, let you see the actual injuries before I minimize them when I call you. *stares off* Something weird happened during the attack. Apart from the fact that well we were attacked and our homeroom teacher was almost beaten into a pulp, the villains were ….. interesting. When they first appeared I was teleported by this minecraft portal looking ass to another part of the USJ and to be honest I kicked some serious ass. That *wince* that was not the weird thing. While I was fighting I saw Aizawa-sensei facing some type of giant ostrich? Although that that thing wasn’t an ostrich…. I don’t know what it was but mom it was terrifying. *visible shiver* It just grabbed him and mopped the floor with him and I just couldn’t sit there and do nothing. So I went to help or at least that was my goal. That person who teleported me at the beginning tried to do it again and I may have snapped a little bit. I got so angry when he moved me to the other side of the arena that for a moment I totally forgot about what was happening. While I was fighting him his quirk kinda connected with mine. It was strange. Every time I shot a cloud at him the mist that surrounded him kinda engulfed it. It wasn’t only happening to me. I could manipulate his mist. Not every time just like he couldn’t sabotage my clouds every time, but it still happened. I don’t know why it happened or how it happened and I have no idea what I’m gonna do about it.  Maybe it was part of his quirk but it didn’t happen to anyone else…..*wince* God I have a headache. *chuckle* You do realize you are never going to see these videos right? Seeing me like this would send you into a comma and then you would come back to haunt me and my classmates. Anyways, I’ll call you and then I’m going to sleep. Love ya mom.” *recording ends*

Tuesday, June 3rd 20XX

“*walking back and forth in her room* You know how I said that Bakugou is a really fun person to tease? Well that was before he exposed me to the whole class.*laugh* In reality I’m not really mad, it was a nice comeback and if I’m being honest it was hilarious but it was still a shocker. We were going back and forth with that tik tok challenge where you expose your friend’s flaws. So I was standing there pointing out his superiority complex when he dropped the bomb…… ‘It’s the daddy issues for me’......THIS KID. THE AUDACITY. I thought my daddy issues were kept on the down low!!! I’ve done nothing to trigger this comment!! Sure I may or may not have told Mina that you raised me alone and about that counselor incident but that doesn’t mean I have daddy issues. *grumble* You need to have a dad to have daddy issues. Ughh God I hate him sometimes so very much. Thankfully the summer camp is tomorrow. I’ll get to wipe the floor with him in volleyball. I’m gonna draw those anger issues out…. I need some air. *three hours later* I’m back… yay. It’s weird to think about it you know. What you must have gone through when he passed. I know you don’t really like talking about him or anything before I came along but I would love to know what he was like. I’m not gonna ask you in real life of course, I would never do that to you. I know it hurts. I just wanted to say it out loud…*barely audible sniffle* … Well this got sentimental real quick. I think I should go to bed. I love you mom, goodnight.” *recording ends*

Friday, March 14th 20XX

“Of all the things that could’ve happened, this one was the last one on my list. Actually it wasn’t even on the freaking list, dammit! *sniffle* You know things like this don’t happen to everyone. I must be a really lucky person. Tell me one other person who gets to meet their dead parent in a high surveillance prison?? And above that I got an explanation why he was like this. Amazing right? God this is so stupid! I hate it. I hate this situation, I hate that I can’t tell you about it, I hate keeping you in the dark because at the end of the day I’m not the one who was in love with him. He may be my dad but I don’t have a connection with him! I never met him! He wasn’t there when I started walking or talking, he wasn’t the one who dropped me off on the first day of school, he didn’t teach me how to ride a bike, he-he * sob* I shouldn’t-shouldn’t be upset over this. Aizawa-sensei and Present Mic should be the ones sobbing on their floor. Not me. He doesn’t - I don’t- ugh - I don’t mean anything to him in the end. He died 15 years ago. That’s it. He was in love with you, he knew you, I was nowhere to be found. If he could reach out to us more than just a few words he wouldn’t know who the hell I was. *sobs* I have a picture of you two you know….It’s the one I had found when I was five. When you told me that that was my dad I felt like I could form a connection with the person in that photo. So I kept it, you never went through your old photo albums anyway and you never looked for the missing photo. And I kept it with me. I tore a small pocket in my backpack and put the photo there. I thought that having both of you with me at all times would bring me luck. I liked the fact that I looked like him. Now I realize how painful that must have been for you, seeing him in me everyday….and Aizawa-sensei, god, having me in his class must have been torture. He didn’t know that I was his friend’s daughter of course but I looked enough like him to bring back memories. God this sucks…. *deep breathes* I-I have practice so I gotta go. Love you.” *recording ends*  

Thursday, March 20th 20XX

“Hi, it’s me again. I know that I’m recording almost a week after the previous one but… mom I have been assigned a mission and it’s major. It’ll be an attack at a hospital where we believe that experiments are being conducted. We got that information from um what do I call him? *shakes head* from a prisoner in Tartarus, the high surveillance prison I was at last week? Yeah that one. The mission will be really dangerous, that’s what we’ve been told and I can understand that. I mean we are attacking a major operation of AFO, of course it’ll be dangerous. Since we are students we are to stay away from the hospital and monitor the surrounding area but…. I asked Present Mic to go with them in the hospital. I can help keep things in place and I can move people in and out quicker than any of them, plus this is personal. I think Present Mic understands that. He said he’ll talk to Aizawa-sensei about it but regardless….. I’ll find who did that to him, I promise you that. I want to know if...if this was all some grand plan because what they did to him they did to dozens other people and as much as I hate them for taking my father away, I also hate them for what they’ve done to all those other families…… I’m recording this because I don’t know if I come back in one piece or if I come back at all. This is very dangerous and we don’t really know what to expect. What we are getting ourselves into. I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for giving me everything that I needed in life. Thank you for being the best mom anyone could ever have. You raised me by pushing your own sadness and grief to the side and doing the best job you could. So thank you for being my mom and I’m sorry for the pain I caused you. I love you mom, so very much. Bye, bye mommy.” *recording ends.*

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Wet Clay (P.3)

Shouta Aizawa x Reader

Summary: Bakugo and Midoriya fight outside the dorms, making Aizawa decide something for you that’s sort of uncalled for, but you guess it works out?

Word Count: 2,800+

Part One | Part Two | Part Four

Staying in the teachers’ dorms was relatively peaceful. You would have stayed at your own place, but staying outside of U.A while the League of Villains were still active was an absolute ‘no-go’, as Nezu had phrased it. The dorms got a little hectic sometimes, but dorms always do, so other than that you weren’t bothered much. 

Until tonight, when you can hear the familiar sound of explosives nearby. 

You had just gotten out of the shower when you heard them, so you hurriedly throw on whatever clothes were lying on your floor before dashing downstairs. Was it a villain attack? Did they really manage to get inside U.A again?

As you hurriedly run to the main doors of the building you spot Aizawa- and he looks more annoyed than anything else. “Aizawa!” You whisper harshly, jogging over to him. He spares you a grunt, still walking and having you catch up to him. “What’s going on?”

“Apparently it’s Midoriya and Bakugo,” he huffs. 

“Oh,” you say. That’s definitely much, much better than a villain attack… but two students fighting at this time of night? That’s not good news. “Are you going to stop them?” 

“Stop them, strangle them…” He mumbles, and you notice his capture weapon that sits in his hands. You nervously swallow. 

“I’ll come with you.” 

“Okay.” Aizawa looks like he could care less as you both exit the dorm building- and surprisingly Yagi is there as well, apparently waiting. 

“All Might?” Aizawa’s eyebrows knit together. “What are you doing?” 

“Ah, yes… I heard about Midoriya and Bakugo fighting. I’ve known those two for a long time- before they came into U.A… would you mind if I took care of it?” 

Well, this was interesting. How does All Might know Midoriya and Bakugo? 

“Oh, and ___! What are you two doing out together?” Yagi looks at the two of you, a surprised look in the black abyss of his eyes. “...Did you just get out of the shower?” 

“Yeah, you caught me,” you let out a flustered laugh as you cross your arms. All you managed to put on was a tank top and some pajama shorts… It’s way too chilly to be dressed like this. “I heard the explosions and thought we were under attack or something, so I ran down.” 

“Ah.”

There’s a weird silence. 

“Anyway,” you shiver slightly under their looks and the cold air and continue on. “I know you’re going to take care of it… but once you calm them down, can you bring them over to us? I seriously need to have a talk with them both. Something’s going on and it’s my job to help.” You spare a glance at Aizawa, who still looks fairly peeved. “...and Aizawa’s job to scold them.” 

“Yes, of course,” Yagi nods once and then he’s already backing off, a hand in the air to wave as another explosion sets off in the distance. He starts running after that. 

“...We should head to Recovery Girl’s office. They’ll have injuries, no doubt,” Aizawa sighs, his grip loosening on his capture weapon as he looks at you up and down. “...Change.”

“Right!” You groan in embarrassment and head back for the dorm buildings before stopping abruptly to look back at Aizawa with a glare. “Don’t leave without me. You always do that, I’m serious.” 

He rolls his eyes. “Just go.” 

You have a feeling he isn’t feeling very patient tonight, so you do as your told. 

---

Once you make it to Recovery Girl’s office- which is empty, understandably since it’s so late- it doesn’t take long until Yagi arrives with two sulking teenagers behind him. It also doesn’t take long until they’re wrapped up in Aizawa’s capture weapon. 

“Gentle…” You say under your breath, standing from behind him as Aizawa gives them the scariest look you’ve ever seen on him. He listens by just barely loosening his grip again- but barely. 

“W-wait, Aizawa- I’m the cause, really!” Yagi shakes his hands, a worried look on his face. 

“The cause? How?” Aizawa frowns, his eye starting to twitch. 

Your hand subconsciously lands on his shoulder, trying to get him to calm down as you rub his tense back. You don’t even notice you’re doing it until Yagi gives you a look and you quickly bring your hand back to your side. 

He leans in and whispers to the both of you. “Bakugo felt responsible for my retirement- he had to go to the exam with those pent up feelings I neglected and his inferiority complex exploded.” 

God, you’re so behind. What the fuck happened that would make Bakugo feel responsible?

“It’s because I didn’t realize and was negligent of his mental care,” his worried eyes shoot to you, “it was a fight egged on by the failure of adults. He should see ___ right away.” At least you agree with him… 

Aizawa lets the capture weapon loose, letting both the teenagers go with a scowling look. “So they had no choice… But I still can’t let it slide.” He glares at Midoriya and Bakugo, and before you know it, they’re tied up again. “Who hit first?”

Surprisingly, Bakugo confesses with a roll of his eyes. “Me.”

“I also went in pretty hard…”

“That settles it. Four days of house arrest for Bakugo!” His finger angrily points, “three for Midoriya! You’ll both clean the dorms completely and turn in a written apology- and ___ will stay in the dorms with you and you will both have a 30-minute session a day!” 

What?! How come he roped you into this?! 

Actually, this works out great, but still- you can’t just force therapy on a teenager. Maybe Midoriya will be fine, but Bakugo will resent you!

“An optional, but highly recommended session!” You nervously cut in and Aizawa glares at you. You scowl at him and hit his shoulder- a silent message to him saying cut it out!

“One required session!” He argues- and- fuck, fine. 

“One required session,” you repeat, defeat in your tone. He’s doing you a favor- but he could have asked first. You’re sure he was stewing about their punishment the entire way over here, couldn’t he have mentioned it to you? 

The boys look equally defeated as Aizawa continues his scolding, telling them both to take care of their injuries and go to bed in a very harsh way, but at least he cares. Once they both scuttle back to the dorms with Toshi, you’re left in the nurse’s room with the brooding teacher and you promptly smack his arm.

“Thanks for the heads up and dragging me into house-arrest with them!” 

“You’re welcome,” you smack him again, “God- okay!” Aizawa takes in a deep breath through his nose, a hand coming to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. He lets out the breath slowly, clearly trying to cool down and you let him- but your hands are on your hips as you glare at him and wait. “Okay,” he repeats, “I’m sorry.”

Now it’s your turn. You bite your lip as you sigh, crossing your arms again. “I’m sorry for hitting you. But, seriously, leave the therapy thing to me. I know you care, and I know you’re worried, but I know what I’m doing. Okay?” And then, as an added thought, “you were being stupid, but I know what you were trying to do. And it’ll probably work, so... thank you.” 

“Yeah,” Aizawa huffs. “...What were you doing, by the way?” 

Suddenly the mood shifts from awkward and apologetic to awkward and embarrassing. “What?” 

“You touched me.”

“Right,” you wince, gritting your teeth. You probably crossed a line there. “I’m sorry. I just saw you were so tense and I kind of just did it. I know a little bit of massage therapy, so I thought I could…” Your cheeks grow warm as you look to the floor. “I’m sorry about that.” 

Aizawa hums- from your peripherals you can see him beginning to fold up his capture weapon as the silence grows. “Come on,” he suddenly says, and he’s waiting for you at the doorway. “We should get back to bed. You’re under house arrest as of tomorrow.” 

“How exciting,” you roll your eyes and smile as you follow him out. You notice two things then- the first is that he actually waited for you this time, and suddenly it’s not so hard to walk next to him anymore. Your eyes look at his legs which are taking shorter steps than usual, and your smile grows. 

---

You wake up bright and early the next morning so you have time to head down to the student dorms and inform everyone of your new living situation. You texted the other teachers and Nezu as you got dressed, and then you were on your way to the next building over. Quite frankly, you don’t know where you’ll be sleeping, but maybe you won’t have to move your living arrangement at all. You weren’t actually under ‘house-arrest’ like Midoriya and Bakugo, more just their supervisor, so it should be fine to walk over to the student dorms in the morning and then back to your room at night. 

Caught in your thoughts, you’re abruptly cut out of them as you hear a familiar voice calling out your name. “___?” And then, as a follow-up, “...Aizawa?” 

Oh, God, he’s right behind you. You nearly jump out of your own skin- again- and you don’t miss the cocky look that crosses his face when you get scared. Hand over your heart, you ignore the black mass of a man behind you as you look up to Todoroki who’s standing at the front doors. 

“Todoroki, good morning!” You walk up the stairs and smile at him. “We’re just here for an announcement. Do you think you could get Iida to gather everyone?” 

Todoroki nods, opening the door for both you and Aizawa before he disappears upstairs. 

“You at least know that Iida is the class president,” Aizawa hums from behind you still, basically acting as your shadow as you walk through the common area. 

“Well, Momo has come to me a few times, so it was mentioned.” You grab an apple that sits in the middle of the dining table, ignoring the look your co-worker gives you as you take a bite. 

Then, from somewhere upstairs- “CLASS 1-A! HEAD DOWNSTAIRS IMMEDIATELY FOR A MEETING WITH AIZAWA….. AND ___? ...AND ___!” and then to follow it up- “GO GO GO!!!” 

“What is this, a military hustle?” You whisper under your breath, just barely hearing Aizawa’s chuckle as Iida comes running down the stairs. You’d think he was using his quirk- but no, he’s just that fast. “G-good morning, Iida! Thank you for getting their attention!” 

“Of course!” His hands move in an animated, choppy manner. “What’s this about?” 

“You’ll see,” Aizawa hums. You continue to much on your apple and by the time you’re done, everyone’s collected downstairs in front of you and Aizawa with Midoriya and Bakugo standing together in the back. Aizawa claps his hands twice, effectively getting everyone’s attention. “Alright. I’m sure you all heard, but Bakugo and Midoriya got into a fight last night. As punishment, they’re under house arrest. They will be cleaning the dorms every day, top to bottom, so if you see a mess or need to take out the garbage, you’ll show them to it.” 

Everyone’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he’s not done. You take over for him since it is about you. “I’ve been assigned as their chaperone, of a sort, so I’ll be coming here every day and looking after them. That being said, my office will be closed for four days- until Bakugo is done with his punishment. If anyone needs me…” 

Well, what do you do if someone needs you? You look up to Aizawa and he sighs. 

“If anyone is in need of ___ during school hours, you may ask for a pass and come down here. This will only be allowed if the situation is dire- until then, you must wait.” 

It shouldn’t be a problem, and you really hope it’s not. 

“That is all.” Aizawa finishes and suddenly grabs you by the arm as he heads out. You follow him, all sorts of confused since you just said you’ll be staying in the student dorms, and as the doors close behind you both you can hear the telltale sound of all the teenagers freaking out. “...They need a minute. Let’s get breakfast, we have some things to talk about.”

You weren’t aware of the things he apparently had in mind, but breakfast sounds good.

---

Surprisingly, Aizawa brings you to a diner instead of the school cafeteria where most of the teachers start their mornings. When you ask him ‘why’ he doesn’t answer- though that’s when the waiter conveniently appeared and showed you both to your table, so you suppose he got lucky with that one. 

“Listen,” he starts, sipping on the black coffee that came to him right away, “I know I dragged you into this. If any of the students cause you trouble, you have a right to do as you need to tell them to back off. Or you can come to me.” Aizawa looks oddly serious, staring at you dead in the eye as he speaks. 

You smile at him softly. “You’re kind, Shouta, but you don’t need to worry. They’re just teenagers- I know they’re rowdy, but it will be fine.”

The only reason you realize your mistake is how Aizawa’s elbow suddenly falls off the table before he quickly secures his grip on his mug and puts his elbow back in its place hard enough to make the table shake. Your mouth falls open but you don’t say anything, and neither does he. 

So… it’s fine, right? Right. Yeah. 

“A-anyways, I’m glad to be staying with them, even if it happened like this,” you continue, fiddling around with your menu. Suddenly it’s much more difficult to look him in the eye. “I’ll get to learn more about your class and their personalities- and I can do better therapy work that way. And let’s be honest- a session with Bakugo was never going to happen unless we forced it.” 

Aizawa- Shouta laughs at your comment, airy and soft. “That’s true. And breakfast is on me… as an apology.” 

This is all starting to feel somewhat personal, but you try your best to ignore it as you grin at the man across from you. “Well, I won’t say no to a free meal.” 

---

When breakfast is finished, Shouta keeps his word and pays for the meal as promised. And if he notices that you went for the cheaper options, he doesn’t say anything other than lightly bumping into you on the way out as you head toward U.A. You both head your respective ways- him, toward the school, and you the dorms- to your new job. 

Babysitting at it’s finest. 

As soon as you enter the dorm building, you notice how all the students have left and there’s the sound of dishes clanging together in the kitchen. “I’m back,” you announce yourself to the two students left behind as you toe off your shoes. 

“Ah! G-good morning, ___!” Midoriya calls from the kitchen, and then- “K-Kacchan!!” 

You don’t know who Kacchan is, but you assume it’s Bakugo as he comes exploding out of the kitchen with a pissed off look on his face. “You!” He roars, pointing right at you from across the room. 

“Me?” 

“Yeah! Come on- let’s go! I’ve been waiting all morning!” 

“W-where?” 

“To your dumbass office- I don’t know! I want to get this dumb session over with already!” Bakugo is huffing as he stomps toward you, yelling “put your shoes back on!!” as he throws on his own and a jacket to cover his arms. 

...What? 

The student is already outside, pacing back and forth with enough force to burn the sidewalk beneath him. You hurriedly slip your shoes back on, looking to Midoriya who’s looking worriedly from the kitchen. “O-okay- Um. I’ll be gone with Bakugo for thirty minutes to an hour, is that alright, Midoriya?” 

He nods his head. “Yeah! Of course. I’ll just… be cleaning.” He suddenly realizes that Bakugo has left him with the mess of the dishes and his face falls. You give him an apologetic look, and you’d say something else but you can hear Bakugo yelling from outside and you don’t want him to change his mind, so you hurry out instead. 

“Okay! Let’s go!” He roars again, his feet stomping loudly with his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he leads the way to the school building. You follow him, still in shock. You wouldn’t have guessed this is how he would go about it- if anything, you were expecting Bakugo to wait until the very last day for his session. But… no. Instead, you’re suddenly being pushed full force into your first session with the most problematic student in the class.

And he’s already proving to be a wild card. 

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for the commentary asks: the final scene with hisashi in flare signal :’^] it Gets Me every time i swear. 100% one of the single best scenes of any fic ive read kdjxhdbdj

Some notes beforehand: I wrote parts of this scene/chapter months and months before this arc was written/posted. In my head I had such a strong vision of what Izuku and Hisashi’s final confrontation would look like, and how I wanted to feel.

Finally Izuku tore into a near-empty room and saw sparks drifting like dying stars in the darkness. A small flicker, on the floor. The fire caught.

"Izuku," Hisashi said. He seemed to emerge from the shadows, the same way Izuku did, the same way Izuku had learned. That he had been cut from the same cloth and the edges burned. His hands shook.

Just... very specific visuals. Just this. 

Throughout this scene I make a lot of comparisons between Izuku and Hisashi, tying back to this running thread of how similar they can be, and Izuku’s fear of being a villain.

"Hisashi," Izuku replied, trying to keep his voice even. Disappointment flashed across Hisashi's face, but Izuku didn't understand why.

It’s that Izuku uses “Hisashi” and not “Dad,” or any other similar term.

"You're still like me," Hisashi said, yearning, and Izuku's stomach turned. "You look so much like I did… it's in you. It's in your blood. I was so afraid you'd been taken from me—"

"Taken from you?" The words were out of his mouth before Izuku had even formed them. "Like you took me?"

Now Izuku starts getting angry! 

Hisashi genuinely, genuinely believes that Izuku is like him. That the two of them are the same. And he believes Izuku’s place is with him. Izuku, of course, disagrees.

"No one saw your potential," Hisashi said. "Your strength. You were needed elsewhere."

Izuku laughed. His ribs hurt, and his side.

"And you never thought about what I needed," he said, "or what I wanted, or how I felt. And you never thought—"

Right, so here’s the thing. 

Hisashi believes he’s doing the right thing, and that makes him compelling. But he isn’t at all. He isn’t a good father, or a loving one. Because he doesn’t think about what Izuku wants or needs. He kidnaps Izuku, forces him to be a villain, threatens and coerces him. 

Hisashi pressed his hand to Izuku's cheek. Warm from the heat, calloused. His eyes glittered like opal. He was touching Izuku, but Izuku had compared it once and found something lacking.

Remember in a scene many, many chapters ago... Izuku is cradled by All Might, and he compares the feeling of their touches. That All Might is better to him and kinder, that he cares... in a way that Hisashi is lacking.

"You're my son," Hisashi whispered.

You're my son, Mom said.

Both of Izuku’s biological parents, directly compared. They both say: You’re my son. But the meaning is completely different. 

Hisashi means “you’re my son” in that he wants Izuku to be his. 

Inko means “you’re my son” because she believes in him, in his heart, and loves him.

Izuku trembled. He shut his eyes and pulled himself away, stepping back in a small motion that left the barest gap between them. He could still feel Hisashi's hand, hovering, the ghost of his touch still on Izuku's skin.

But the distance was there. Izuku had created it.

He blinked. Hisashi looked at his fingers, at Izuku, like he didn't believe what had happened.

Izuku makes the choice to step away from Hisashi... and creates space between them. Physically. Metaphorically.

"I'm not your son," Izuku rasped. "I'm not."

He blinked again and felt himself cry. The heat pressed in as One for All rose to life around him. Soft whispering at the edge of his mind—but not static, just almost-familiar voices.

And here, Izuku refutes Hisashi’s words. He’s not Hisashi’s son in any meaning of the word.

At the same time, One for All and the past users are silently supporting him. Not controlling, like Miss Guidance’s Quirk, but here for him, to protect him.

Hisashi's lip curled. Izuku saw that dragon's glint in his eye, and then it disappeared. He looked at Izuku, fire hissing from his mouth, but this time it was like Hisashi was actually seeing him.

It’s the first time that Izuku really, really, really says, “I’m not your son” to Hisashi’s face. Hisashi’s angry at first... but that’s what makes Hisashi stop, and think.

"No," Izuku said.

The word had power. Izuku sensed it; he'd spoken it into existence. He was not Mirage. He had shed that skin, slipped out of an oversized jacket that had swallowed his shoulders. He was not Akatani Mikumi. He had parsed through his own illusions.

I really believe in the power of saying something, and saying something out loud. Izuku says no. And finally he breaks himself free of all the chains that have been on him... the ones from Chimera, from his father, and from himself. 

I’ve talked on this blog about the symbolism and themes of why Izuku’s Quirk is illusions, so I won’t go into it here. But part of it is that Izuku is concealing himself, and lying to himself. So it’s not just how other people see him, but how he sees himself.

Fire crawled between them, but it wasn't real. Hisashi watched, eyes widening as Izuku made his own fire divide them. Then the fire that had been burning in the corner of the room, the real one, spread, and Izuku stepped back. Sweat clung to his skin as smoke made his vision hazy. Izuku breathed and coughed.

Do you remember Aizawa’s introduction scene? 

This is meant to be a direct parallel to that. This time, Izuku makes fire, his own illusion, between himself and Hisashi. A boundary between enemies.

His father looked at the rift between them and said, "I'm sorry."

Izuku shook his head. "Your apology isn't worth anything. Not to me, not anymore."

This is supposed to make a point that Hisashi’s apology really isn’t worth anything. Izuku doesn’t care about it, and doesn’t want it. And he doesn’t want it anymore, because for a long time some part of him wanted Hisashi to be good, and apologize, and love him. 

This is Izuku accepting that he doesn’t need that, and that Hisashi won’t do that. And that apologies don’t fix what Hisashi did to him.

"You're… good." The words were barely loud enough, but Izuku heard them. Like Hisashi had never known what the word meant.

"I have a choice," Izuku told him, as Hisashi's shoulders slumped and a realization seemed to sweep over him. "I have a choice. I'm going to be— better."

Choices! Hisashi sees the truth, finally. And Izuku actually doesn’t really agree, but he says that he has a choice. 

That maybe he’s not a good person. But he can be one. He can choose to be better. That he wants to be, and will work to be. 

In his mouth he tasted blood. His father's, his mother's. He carried the legacy of a lifetime, of One for All buried deep within him. Yet the anger burned. Hisashi was wrong. Izuku had carved his own path, had clawed his way from the ravine.

This is a continuation of the choice theme. 

The first line of Flare Signal is: “Villainry, as Izuku's father liked to say, ran in the blood.” This is Hisashi’s core belief. 

And this whole scene, the whole last arc, is Izuku proving that he isn’t bound by blood. That Hisashi is wrong. Izuku chooses his own path, chooses to be a hero. He tastes blood... Hisashi’s, Inko’s. He has One for All. There are all of these legacies inside of him, but it doesn’t matter, because Izuku can choose. 

"Leave," Izuku choked out. "If you loved me at all—if you never loved me for a second… I never want to see you again. Leave."

Hisashi's hand lifted. Then it fell. Their eyes met through the haze.

I love this line that Izuku says. If you loved me at all, if you never loved me for a second. This is the only thing that Izuku asks of Hisashi: leave. Whether Hisashi truly loved him: leave. 

Hisashi lifting his hand... this is him wanting to reach out to Izuku one last time, but he doesn’t.

The last thing Izuku saw of his father was this: the turn of his back, something Izuku knew so well. A glance over his shoulder, a glimmer of remorse that meant nothing. The firelight in his hair, the gleam of leather scales. The smoke surrounding him as he finally walked away.

It would be the last time Izuku saw Hisashi for a long time yet. Perhaps he would never see Hisashi again.

And finally the end of this sequence: Hisashi leaving. Oh, man. Such a visual treat. The whole description was a joy to write about. Hisashi turns away finally, he looks back (it means nothing), and he disappears. 

Izuku... Izuku doesn’t see him after that. Maybe not for a long time... or ever. This is final, and closing.

Other commentary: 

Something about Hisashi. I wrote a line in Flare Signal that perfectly describes him: “...he loved in the way that dragons did—possessive, full, taking.”

I got a lot of comments on this chapter about people who began to sympathize with Hisashi, or who understood him, or who talked about Hisashi loving Izuku. And honestly, it’s really interesting, because it isn’t my intention for you to sympathize with him though you may understand him. You shouldn’t really feel bad for him.

Hisashi was meant to be a semi-complex character. His “love” for his son and his genuine belief is what I think gives him depth, rather than just the “villain bad guy.” But he was never right. 

He doesn’t love Izuku. He loves the idea of Izuku. He loves something he wants, and doesn’t have. And he never realizes that. In comparison, all the other people in Izuku’s life who love him or care for him do so unconditionally. They love him because he’s Izuku. For his kindness, his bravery, for the way he acts, the things he gets excited about, all of the parts that make Izuku himself. They love him deeply, and don’t expect anything in return. And that is the difference. 

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Fighting and Flirting (Bakugo x Reader)

Chapter 19: Finals

[Summary: As you all get your results for the written portions of your finals, it’s time for you to get ready for the practical portion. Would you be able to measure up to one of your teachers or not?]

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“Katsuki!” You shout, bouncing over to his desk excitedly, “How’d you do? I got sixth in the class!”

“Katsuki?” You hear Kirishima mutter under his breath, though you pay it no mind. You’re too excited about your test results to really care, “When did that happen?”

“Good job, dumbass,” Katsuki responds. Despite the teasing tone, he looks a little proud, “It’s a good thing you actually paid attention while we were studying. You almost caught up to me.”

“Wait, what did you get?”

“Third.”

“Woah, I definitely chose the right tutor!”

“You didn’t choose anything, I offered to help you study.”

“Hmmm, true,” You smile at him, before replying in a very singsong tone, “Thank you, Katsuki!”

“Whatever, loser.”

You skip off to go talk to Shoto and Deku about the written exams. You were going to hold onto the pride of doing well as long as you could before you had to get ready for the physical exam.

- - - - -

FROM HIS PERSPECTIVE

Bakugo had to admit that she was kind of cute when she was excited. He was pretty impressed with how hard she worked to get her grade, too. She really did work hard on all of their study sessions, and obviously it paid off. 

As she skipped away, excitedly bragging to her other friends about her score, and how she managed to catch up after forgetting to study, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. As he turned around to find a very confused looking Kirishima, he knew he was in for a few questions. Especially when Mina and Denki joined him.

“Dude, since when does (Y/N) call you ‘Katsuki’?” Kirishima asked though Bakugo knew he was implying something else with the question.

“I told her she could while we were studying. There’s nothing weird about it, I was just getting sick of hearing her refer to me by my family name.”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if we called you by your given name?” Denki asked, with an annoying smug look on his face. Bakugo knew he was being baited, but since when did that stop him from giving in.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Pikachu!”

“Oooooh,” Mina had a comment this time, “So you do have a soft spot for her. Are you guys dating?”

“No,” Bakugo responded a little too quickly, “and I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have a soft spot for anyone.”

“Suuuure, dude. But if you and her are hanging out like that, does that mean she isn’t dating Todoroki?”

“Of course they aren’t dating,” Mina responds first, “Trust me, they don’t have the right chemistry. I’m pretty sure they see each other as siblings.”

“Mina, I know you have some weird girl sense or whatever, but I don’t think you can just see stuff like that,” Denki argued, “But hey, if Bakugo isn’t dating her and Todoroki isn’t dating her, maybe I still have a shot!”

“Like hell you do, idiot,” Bakugo found himself cutting in, feeling weirdly angry at the implication of Denki dating her. Was this what jealousy feels like?

“I knew it!” Mina seemed pleased with herself, and as she high fived Denki, Bakugo got the feeling they had planned something, “You totally have a crush on her, don’t you?”

“Go to hell, Racoon-eyes.”

“Oh, come on, dude,” Denki said, “Just tell her.”

“Yeah, I gotta agree, man,” Kirishima adds in, “You really should just tell her.”

“Whatever,” Bakugo mutters, before sitting back in his seat. He really wasn’t in the mood to listen to a relationship lecture from the three of them, but maybe they were right. If she wasn’t dating Todoroki or anyone else, he might have a chance. 

- - - - -

Before you knew it, it was time for you to take the practical part of your final exam. You had all passed the written exam, but you had a feeling that the practical portion would be a little harder. And since you hadn’t been told what this part would be yet, you weren’t sure what to expect.

And the look on Aizawa’s face when he got ready to explain it all to you didn’t help your nerves. You knew that you all had driven him insane this term, and you worried that maybe this was his chance for revenge. With the USJ attack, the number of injuries and dumb decisions at the sports festival, and the fact that three of your classmates took it upon themselves to catch a serial killer. Aizawa had to be really sick of all of you. And you just had to hope that he wouldn’t take that out on you during the finals.

Sadly, as Aizawa described the exam, your hopes were entirely dashed. You’d be paired up, aside from one group of three, and then pitted against one of the teachers. As Aizawa lists the teams and which teacher you’d be faced against, it seemed as though he purposely faced you against the teacher that would give you the hardest time possible.

You were in a group of three, with Jirou and Kota up against Present Mic. Obviously Aizawa had paired you all up against him on purpose. This set up looked like a quirk-based one, though you could see a few that weren’t. Like how Bakugo and Deku were paired up. It was obvious that Aizawa did that to test their ability to get over their personal problems. He really was trying to test all of your limits. Or he just really hated you all.

He gave you some time to get your plan together while you waited for the other teams to go. To be honest, as much as you knew about Present Mic’s quirk, you really weren’t sure how you’d either get past him or capture him. To be honest, you’d probably just have to think of a plan in the middle of it. Pressure always made you think a little quicker, and knowing your environment would help you figure out how Kota’s quirk could help you. Since his was kind of environment-based, it’d help to see where you were before you started thinking up a plan.

To be honest, when you watched the first fight you got a little concerned. The first matchup, Kirishima and Sato versus Cementoss, ended up with your classmates failing. Their quirks both had time limits and that worked against them. But obviously, even with the limiters put on the teachers, you were really going to have to fight for your grade. However, the next few matches did a bit to help boost your confidence. Tsu and Tokoyami worked together incredibly well with their strategy, though you had to admit that the way Tsu used her quirk at the end was a little disturbing. Iida and Ojiro managed to beat their teacher, too. Shoto and Momo had a bit of trouble with Aizawa at the beginning, but they managed to make up for it soon enough. Uraraka and Aoyama managed to beat Thirteen despite their nausea-inducing quirks. The only other pairing that failed was Mina and Denki, though you had to admit that facing them up against Principal Nezu was borderline cruel.

Soon enough it was time for you and your teammates to start your fight. To be honest, you were a little concerned that Present Mic might go a little rougher on you than the other teachers had, Considering that before you were matched up, Jirou had made a comment about how Present Mis was just an announcer. Either way, as you stood in the middle of a forest with Jirou suggesting that you run for the gate and avoid Present Mic entirely, you knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy fight.

Just as the three of you started moving, the ground started shaking. The trees blew back as a wave of piercing sound washed over you.

“Oh, fuck,” You yelp, throwing your hands over your ears. Jirou followed suit. Neither of you could move as the soundwaves started to make your ears bleed.

“Kota, can’t you have the birds attack him or something?” Jirou shouted, barely managing to be heard over the screeching of your teacher.

Kota signs a response, something to the degrees of “The birds will be scared away by him.”

“Jirou, can you drown him out?” You ask, trying to cover your ears even more.

“No, my sound waves aren’t loud enough to drown him out. Unless you can boost them?”

“I can, but not for very long. I don’t think we’d be able to make it to the gate in time, and even if we could, we wouldn’t be able to get past him in time.”

“Shit.”

You had to think. What could Kota talk to around here? There weren’t any birds and all the other animals had been scared away. All there were around you were trees. And bugs. Bugs!

“Kota, does your quirk work on bugs?”

He nods.

“Kota, could you get the bugs to attack him?”

“Only if you can drown him out for a little,” he signs.

“Perfect,” You grin at him, before turning to Jirou, “We’re going to drown out Present Mic for long enough for Kota to get the bugs to attack him. And then we run for it.”

She nods and the two of you prepare to drown him out. As Jirou launches her own soundwave attack, you focus on boosting her sound, drowning the screeching out was a less painful, but louder deep sound wave. Kota whispers something to a centipede as you do. You just have to hope that it works. Kota shoots you a thumbs-up, and you stop. Your ears were ringing, and as Present Mic’s screeching started up again, they started hurting even more.

It took a few moments, but eventually, the screeching stopped. You wondered if the bugs really worked or if he just got tired. Either way, that was your queue to run for the gate.

On your signal, the three of you sprinted. You hoped that you could make it to the gate before Present Mic started up again. As you made it out of the forest, you could see that gate. It wasn’t all that far. And right in front of it, was Present mic, completely covered in bugs and unconscious. Obviously, Jirou’s legs gave out at some point, since she was being carried by Kota as the three of you reached the gate. 

“Hell yeah, guys,” You jumped through the gate, “That was amazing, Kota!”

“Thank you,” he signed after setting Jirou down, still refusing to make eye contact.

- - - - -

The next two fights actually went pretty fast to you. Shoji and Hakagure managed to pass against Snipe, though his quirk blocked their stealth abilities. And somehow Mineta managed to beat Midnight, though Sero, who was his partner, was knocked out for most of the fight. You had a feeling only Mineta passed, and that thought made you want to drop-kick him more than you ever had before.

The last fight was the one you were really worried about. Deku and Katuski up against All Might. You knew they hadn’t talked at all about strategy, and the two of them had pretty contradictory fighting styles, so there was no way there were going to agree on what to do. And knowing Katsuki, he was about to run head-on into a fight he couldn’t win. 

As the fight started, they were instantly bickering. Katsuki heads off without Deku, though Deku follows behind despite his partner’s attempts to ditch him. Obviously Deku was trying to pitch a strategy, but Katsuki didn’t really seem like he was listening at all. The fighting got even worse as Katsuki knocked Deku to the ground, the two of them shouting at each other as Katsuki started walking away.

The fighting interrupted, though as All Might destroys an entire street of their city-themed arena, knocking the boy back purely with the shockwave. Deku tries to run, but Katsuki insists on fighting, which leads to a few moments you can’t even watch. Katsuki isn’t holding back, and All Might isn’t about to let him off easy. At least, no more than he has to. 

You knew that Katsuki wanted to prove himself with this fight, but there was no way he was winning with his strategy. You had faith in him, but you’d have to be an idiot to think that a first-year high school student, no matter how powerful, could beat the number one hero in a fight. Obviously Deku knew that too since it seemed like he was attempting to make a run for the gate.

Somehow, despite the battle they were facing, the boys still seemed to have time to fight, as they shouted at each other, and as you flinched, watching as Bakugo was about to be crushed, Deku rushed in. You would be lying if you said you weren’t surprised when Deku Punched Katsuki, before dragging him away. It seemed as though All might let his guard down for a moment, but you knew that wasn’t the end of the fight.

They continue to bicker in the alleyway, but it seems like they come up with some sort of compromise as Katsuki passes Deku one of his gauntlets.

Katsuki launches a full-power attack against All Might, holding his attention fully on him as Deku approaches from behind. You start to piece together their plan as Deku uses Katsuki’s gauntlet to attack All Might, and Bakugo starts to flee towards the gate, Deku running behind him.

You hoped they’d make it, but you should’ve realized that would have been too easy as All Might catches up them and starts attacking them, focusing most on Katsuki as he does. At one point, he even picks up Deku to use as a weapon against Katsuki.

You look away for a little while, sick of seeing your friend and the boy you have a crush on being absolutely destroyed by All Might, but you can hear a few of their last-ditch attempts. At one point Katsuki launches Deku into the air, only for him to be slammed back into the ground. After a few more explosions, Katsuki gets knocked out entirely.

Deku’s the one to save the fight but knocking All Might back with a full-power punch, and grabbing Katsuki’s unconscious body. Despite his injuries, Deku drags Katsuki through the escape gate, winning the fight for both of them.

- - - - -

Finals were done for the day. Most of you had passed, and your classmates had gone home by now. But Katsuki and Deku hadn’t gotten out of the nurse’s office yet. You told Shoto to go ahead without you, and after a few minutes of arguing with you, he eventually did, though not until you promised to make Katsuki walk you home.

You had been sat outside the nurse’s office the entire time, waiting for them to be released. You were starting to get nervous until Katsuki finally walked out the door.

“Katsuki, thank god, are you alright?”

“Of course I am,” He muttered, “Deku’s fine too if you’re waiting for him. The old lady’s just holding him for a talk, he’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Oh,” You respond, “I wasn’t really waiting for him.”

“What?”

“I wanted to make sure you were alright. I wasn’t sure you’d be fine, but you took a little longer than I expected to get out of the office,” You say.

“Yeah, they kept me long for some goddamn reason.”

“Hm, yeah, I guess they just have to be overly cautious,” You say, “It wouldn’t look very good if All Might broke someone’s skull. I mean, after all of Deku’s injuries, I’m sure they’re a little on edge.”

 “I guess.”

The two of you stand there awkwardly for a moment before Katsuki realizes something, “Hey, where’s Icyhot?”

“Oh,” You really can’t think of a good lie to tell him, “He left a little while ago. He didn’t want to wait with me.”

“You know you didn’t have to wait right?”

“Yeah. I know.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

“But you’re still going to walk me home, right?”

“Of course I am, dumbass.”

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[Author’s Note: Writing fight scenes is actually really weird to do with a bunch of Shimejis crawling around your screen, but I swear these are the only reason I don’t fall asleep when I write at midnight.]

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-> Prompt HERE <- By: @otpprompts​

(( A/N: This has been sitting in my Docs for so long, my BNHA Hyper fixation only lasted for like... a week...So, enjoy! ))

Continuity - Boku no Hero Academia

Character(s) - Izuku Midoriya/Fem!Reader Parring - Fem!Reader/Izuku Midoriya Genre - Fluffy Rating - G for General Warning - No Warnings Listed

Word Count - 2,153

➡️ [ Mirio Togata Ver. Here ] ⬅️

✏️Written 05/27/20 - 06/12/20 ✏️

Izuku Midoriya

Knock… Knock… Knock…

The Dorm Room Door opened so slowly, that the young teen almost missed it, and he contemplated just turning tail and running away when he heard the small creaking of the metal hinges.

Oh, Why did he agree to this?!

"Midoriya-san?! W-What are you doing here?" You asked in a surprised tone, peeking your face through the small crack you made through your door.

He froze, his face growing overbearingly hot with embarrassment, as he tried to stammer out exactly why he was knocking on your Dorm Door this afternoon.

"Well… Iida and Uraraka were wondering if you wanted to go to the mall with us? Y'know, since it's the weekend…" his face was beet red at this point, as he turned his gaze downward to look at the floor, internally kicking himself for not being able to look you in the eye... Even if it was through a small crack in the door.

"W-We just noticed that since you've come here, you've done nothing but lock yourself in your room, we wanted to make sure you were ok." He mumbled to himself, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

'Oh, maybe I shouldn't have said that! What if she thinks we're all creepy for noticing something like that?!'

But… was it really that creepy that he was worried about U.A's most recent transfer student?

He would never tell you, now at least, that he worried you weren't acclimating to your new home here in Japan.

Being here, all alone, away from your home and family…

It must be intimidating.

"Aw, Isn't that nice of you?!" You smiled, as you stuck your face all the way through the door, but still not opening it fully. "Funny, I would've thought someone like Iida would have come knocking at my door for stuff like this, not you Midoriya-san." You chuckled, as you watched Midoriya tense up a little at your words.

He deserved that low blow, but he was punishing himself too much, as he was just too timid for his own good...

He didn't have the guts to tell you Iida was actually the one that sent him to talk to you, the class representative wanted to make you feel welcomed, so when he noticed you begin to isolate he took it upon himself to make you feel more comfortable.

Thunk… Thunk… Thunk…

You tensed, as you turned around to look into your room, making sure nothing important had fallen off the shelf that had sounded like it was bumped.

"What was that?" Midoriya asked, tossing his shyness to the side for a moment, as it was replaced by concern as he was trying harder to peer into the crack of your door and into the room behind you.

He couldn't see anything, it was dark, and the crack was too small.

He knew he shouldn't be trying to look into your room, it was rude to pry into your private area, but his curiosity about you was always running rampant.

Was she in trouble?

Was she hiding something?

… what color bed sheets does she have?

He wanted to learn everything he could about you while you were here at U.A., since this exchange program will sadly only last for a few months, he wanted to do his best to get to know you better in that time.

Before you would be sent back to America.

"Nothing! Ha ha! Just, give me a minute and I'll be out-"

Crash!

It was too late, and you couldn't stop what was going to happen.

"Woah!" Midoriya shouted, as he was tackled to the ground by the biggest dog he had ever laid eyes on.

In an instant, a gigantic, 150 pound brown and black Tibetan Mastiff was on top of him, pinning him to the ground as the dog licked at the boy's face.

Midoriya was trying hard not to laugh, as opening his mouth would be a death sentence for him right now, as he shifted his face to the side while he was pinned under the dog's heavy weight.

He would absolutely die of embarrassment, if the dog managed to stick it's tongue in his mouth in front of a cute girl, he would probably physically explode.

… Even if that dog belonged to that cute girl.

"Chester! Bad dog! Get off of him!" You shouted, as you grabbed the dog by the back of his harness and began to yank harshly.

The massive dog barely budged under your tugging, but obeyed your commands anyway, and jumped up and off of Midoriya's chest to sit loyally by your side. You huffed in embarrassment while muttering curses to yourself, as you clipped a heavy duty chain leash to the dog's harness.

A heavy chain was the only leash the dog couldn't chew through… you learned that one the hard way, when you would have to chase Chester through the streets with a broken nylon leash in your hand.

"I'm so sorry! He didn't hurt you, did he?" You asked in an exacerbated tone, as you watched Midoriya wipe his face on his sleeve, laughing while he sat up on the floor.

"N-No, I'm ok, thanks." He sighed, as he looked up at the big dog, still surprised at how easily he came barreling through your door.

His face fell, and in an instant, he was hit with so many questions that he couldn't stop from muttering out loud to himself… even if he wanted to.

"How did she even get a dog this big up here without anyone noticing, this is insane, wouldn't a dog this big need more space? The dog is hers clearly, but how did she even get the dog to Japan, wouldn't she need to sneak him passed security to get it on a plane? That's insane… of course, she could have a sneaky quirk or something-"

"Uhh- earth to Midoroya?" You snickered, as you watched him place a hand on his chin as he had such a deep look of focus on his face.

Chester took it upon himself to lick Midoriya on the cheek, breaking him of whatever focus he had.

"Aah!?" He shouted in surprise, as Chester yawned, lumbering his way back into your now open dorm door.

"I can explain everything, just come inside, I don't want to get into trouble for having my dog here." You said softly, as you held out your hand to offer and help him up.

He grabbed your hand without hesitation, but his face flushed again as he noticed how soft your skin was, as you pulled him up with relative ease and pretty much dragged him into your room, while you reached around him to lock the door behind him once he shut the door.

You didn't pull away right away, as you pressed up against him slightly, to try and hear if anyone was shuffling around outside your door.

Oh no! You were so close to him!

He's never been this close to a girl that wasn't Uraraka before!

Have you always smelled this nice?

"Midoriya, do you know how my quirk works?" You asked him softly, as you leaned away from him to sit on your bed next to Chester.

Bed sheets… they were a blue and white vertical pinstripe pattern.

That answered one of his dumb questions.

"N-No, no one here has seen you use it before." He said, still leaning against your door with a face as red as a tomato.

"Well, Chester here is a big part of how it works… it's actually kind of nasty." You muttered, as you placed your hands on your cheeks while your fave began to flush, while you tried to explain your quirk in a way that didn't make you sound insane. "I can take on any animalistic traits I choose, but, I have to ingest the animal's fur."

You noticed how Midoriya didn't even cringe at the idea, and for some reason, that made you feel at ease.

Most people think the idea of you having to eat fur is disgusting, and you've had people gag before when you've told them.

It kind of hurt, sometimes.

"Dogs are the animals I am most comfortable with, so having the traits of a dog that is as big and powerful as Chester really helps me in combat, but I would never want to put his life in danger." You began as you pulled a big necklace out from under your shirt.

"The nicer the animal's coat, the better the traits, so I go out of my way to care for Chester… And in a way, he helps take care of me. I always keep his fur on my person at all times, that way, I always have access to my quirk." You finished, as you watched Midoriya's face change once again, but it wasn't one of disgust or malice.

He hummed loudly, as his curious expression had morphed into one of thoughtfulness.

It was silent for a minute, while you reached back to pat Chester on his back. The dog just huffed and shifted a little on the bed.

"I want to help you." He said with such confidence in his tone that you balked, his words had thrown you for a loop, as you scanned his face for even the smallest hint of dishonesty.

"Why… would you help me? You barely even know me." You asked with more malice than you meant, as you shifted on your bed as the dog began to take up more space than he needed.

"If you get caught, you will get into a lot of trouble. Aizawa sensei may even expel you." Midoriya said, watching your face fall in sadness, the thought of getting kicked out of U.A. made your stomach churn in discomfort.

This was such a prestigious school, and you had signed up for an exchange program on a whim, you would have never imagined you would have gotten an offer from such a prestigious institution like this.

Your high school back home was just that, a high school. The classes there were traditional, and did not have a heavy focus on hero work or quirk training, so an entire place that was dedicated to teaching people to be heros was a big step in the direction you wanted to go in life.

You were going to be a professional hero, one way or another, and this was the easiest route you could think of.

Sure, you were only an exchange student now, but if you could show off your skills and prove you're ready to take on this endeavour, then maybe… maybe you would get an invitation to attend the programs here.

However, to show off your skills, you needed Chester here to aid you in that goal.

He was the animal that you could trust, you knew what you were capable of with his traits, and he was just… so important to you that you couldn't imagine being seperated for the months you would be overseas.

"I know what it's like to have to keep a secret, so, let me help you keep yours." He said, without a single display of hesitation in his body language.

He has a secret, too?

"Midoriya… thank you." You smiled, as you stood up suddenly, and pulled him into a hug. "Your help means a lot to me, I don't know how I can repay you."

You were just so overwhelmed with emotions right now, you don't know what has come over you…

He certainly was nice to hold, his small yet tough frame fit so perfectly into your arms.

Your face began to turn res, as you squeezed his chest a little tighter to yours.

Midoriya squeezed back, and it was the nicest thing you've felt since landing here in Japan.

'So long as you don't let go, that is payment enough…'

He thought, basking in the attention you were giving him. You were so warm, and you smelled so good that he had to stop himself from sighing happily as you held him tightly in your arms.

Though, he must have missed the queue to let you go, as he felt your body shake with laughter as you quietly quipped at him, "Midoriya, you can let me go now."

"Ah! S-Sorry!" He muttered, as he ripped himself off of you, nearly falling back into the door, as his face began to grow hot once more.

You just laughed, as you saw how flustered he had become.

You couldn't help but notice how cute he was when he was all flustered and shy like that, and the sadist inside you couldn't wait to tease him relentlessly later on, as you couldn't help that jittery feeling you got while watching his cute mannerisms and expressions.

Coming here was the best decision you've ever made.

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