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scary-grace · 4 months ago

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 10) -- a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Chapter 10

The feeling of hollowness doesn’t wear off. Not through the rest of your shift at work. Not through the class on the assessment and treatment of major trauma you’re taking, although you managed to take notes that will hopefully be legible later. It doesn’t feel even slightly better until you’re home, out of sight from everyone, where you can let the mask drop. It’s hard to wear it all the time. You’re getting tired.

Inside your apartment, you look around for Tenko, but he’s not in the kitchen, the living room, or the bathroom. Maybe he changed his mind about coming back. You head to your bedroom, stripping off your work clothes and throwing them into your laundry basket as you go. You did laundry a few days ago. The basket shouldn’t have much in it. But something catches your eye, and when you peer in for a look, you see a set of black clothes that looks a little too familiar for the fact that it’s not yours.

You realize whose it is in the same second as you hear a strangled sound from behind you, and the question bursts out of you at a volume that’s probably too high. “Tenko?”

“I’m not looking,” Tenko snaps. You glance over your shoulder and find him without the model hand and with both gloved hands covering his face. “Do you just start taking your clothes off the second you get home?”

“Usually there’s nobody in my apartment!”

“I told you I’d be back. Did you not believe me?” Tenko’s still averting his eyes, but he’s lowered his hands for the purpose of crossing his arms over his chest, which draws your attention to what he’s wearing. “Why are you staring?”

You can’t stop yourself. “Those are my clothes.”

“So? They fit. I have to wash mine and I don’t have anything else.”

You do buy your sleeping clothes oversized, and the difference between your height and Tenko’s isn’t enormous, but it’s still weird to see him sitting on your side of the bed, wearing a pair of your grey sweatpants that have seen better days and a tie-dyed shirt you made in high school. It’s undeniably bizarre, but – “You look cute.”

“I’m not cute. Don’t say weird things.” Tenko’s turning red. “Are you going to put on clothes or what? I want to talk to you.”

“Just a second.” You were going to put on your pajamas, but Tenko’s wearing them. You pick out another pair, change quickly, and come back, sitting down on the other side of your bed. “What did you want to talk –”

Tenko kisses you, cutting you off. In no time at all he’s rolled you beneath him, pinning you back against the pillows while his mouth opens against yours. His kisses are messy, his hands eager as they alight briefly on your shoulder, against your cheek, molding to the curve of your jaw or gripping hard at your hip. Tenko’s breathing is uneven, almost hyperventilating. He needs to slow down.

But you remember what he said the night the League stayed over: I don’t know how to do this. You’re going to have to show me. So in spite of the fact that he’s got you pressed to the pillows and his hands are all over you, you raise your hands to cradle his face, giving you more control over the kiss. Something about it seems to agree with him. He matches your pace, the sloppiness evening out, then deepening into longer, more involved kisses. His lips split again, but in fewer places than before, you think. The taste of blood in your mouth is lighter this time.

One of Tenko’s hands slides beneath your shirt and you draw back slightly. “I thought you wanted me to put clothes on.”

“I’m not saying take them off,” Tenko insists. “I just want – come on, please –”

You’re not sure what he’s asking for. He’s not even trying to do anything. Then it clicks. “You’re touch-starved.”

“What? No.” Tenko objects instantly, but he’s not a good liar. He can’t make eye contact, and his face, flushed before, is turning darker – and as if that wasn’t enough evidence, his hands are still in motion, seeking points of contact, places to hold on. “I need to touch my girlfriend. That’s not weird.”

You try to figure out if girlfriend is a step up or a step down from sidekick. “So I’m not your sidekick anymore?”

“Of course you are.” Tenko gives you an exasperated look. “Saying I need to touch my sidekick is weird.”

Your brain supplies you with the image of any of the top ten heroes telling the world that they need to touch their sidekicks, and you start laughing. Your laughter’s a little wheezier than usual, courtesy of Tenko’s weight on you, but it feels good to laugh. It’s not like you haven’t laughed at all since Kamino, but laughing with others is different. When you laugh with Tenko, your guilt doesn’t matter. He’s guilty, too. And if it doesn’t bother him, then it shouldn’t bother you.

Tenko watches you suspiciously. “What are you laughing about?”

“What would happen if Endeavor started his next interview talking about how much he needs to touch his sidekicks.”

“That’s disgusting.” Tenko’s expression twists, but he’s laughing, too. “Don’t bring up heroes. It kills the mood.”

“Does it?” You’re still cradling his face in your hands. You leave one hand where it is, cupping his cheek, and lower the other, tracing your fingers over the lines of his throat and running along his shoulder. Your touch is light as your fingers run down the back of his arm, avoiding anywhere ticklish until you’re touching the bare skin of his forearm. He’s thin enough that you can feel his muscles tense at your touch. “I don’t think so.”

“It does,” Tenko says. You kiss his birthmark, then his jaw, and feel him swallow hard. “It does. They ruin everything.”

Even as he complains, he’s tilting his head, exposing more of his neck for you to kiss. “It doesn’t feel like they’re ruining everything,” you say. You lift your other hand away from his forearm and slip it beneath his shirt, and he makes a sound through clenched teeth when you drag your fingers along his bare skin, just above his waistband. “You can admit it. I won’t tell anyone.”

Tenko’s body tenses, stiffens. “Admit what?”

“That making out with me is so good that even heroes can’t ruin it.”

Tenko laughs, a raspy, startled sound that trails off into a rough gasp as your teeth scrape over his neck. “I’ll admit that,” he says. His hips roll forward and you shift your legs apart so he can fit between them. “You can tell everybody. They’ll be jealous that I’m the only one who gets to –”

His hips jerk sharply. The sweatpants don’t leave anything to the imagination as far as his erection goes, and you startle at the pressure between your legs and the flood of heat that accompanies it. You pull away from kissing his neck, conscious that you’ve already left a mark, and kiss his mouth again.

His kisses devolve into messiness almost immediately, but this time you’re with him, as your priority shifts to finding a way to improve the sensation of grinding against him through your clothes. You’ve had some experience, made out with twice as many people as you’ve slept with, but you’ve never had a makeout quite as hot as this one. Tenko’s gloved hands clutch desperately at you, the needy sounds he makes muffled by your lips. You drag your fingernails the length of his spine and lift your hips up against his. Tenko whimpers, shudders. Then he pulls away.

Not just partially away, either. He’s all the way out of your grip, curled in on himself, every visible inch of his skin red. “Tenko,” you say, and he shakes his head. “What’s wrong?”

“We have to stop. Or I’ll –” Tenko makes a sharp, uncomfortable gesture. “Like some kind of –”

“Virgin?” You fill in the blank, and Tenko nods. “That’s not a bad thing, Ten.”

“You have experience.”

“Like, two condoms’ worth of experience,” you say, and Tenko snorts. He’s still too far away from you, but he’s not quite so folded up. “We can stop and do something else. Or I can make you come.”

Tenko stares at you for a second. Then he starts nodding – but just as quickly, he’s adding a caveat. “Don’t look. At my face. I don’t want –”

He’s embarrassed about his O face. You wonder if he actually knows what it looks like, or if he’s just assuming it’s weird. You can’t imagine him jerking off in front of a mirror to check. But this is workable. You part your legs further. “Sit here. Lean back against me.”

Tenko does it, and you situate yourself around him. You can’t see his expression, but you can kiss his cheek and his jaw and his neck, and your hands have free rein over his body. The urge to take your time getting to know him, to run your hands slowly over every inch of him until you know exactly how to make him squirm, is almost overpowering. But if you do that, he might come before you even touch his cock.

Speaking of that – you tug lightly at his waistband, and Tenko pulls the borrowed sweatpants partway down with shaking hands, along with the pair of clean but very old underwear he’s wearing. The first thing you note, inconsequential as it is, is that while the hair on his head is that odd blue-grey shade, his pubic hair is dark, like all his hair was when you were children. The second thing that captures your attention is his cock, hard and already leaking slightly at the tip.

You fight the urge to take him in hand immediately. You slide one hand down to his exposed hip, rubbing your thumb idly over the sharp crest of bone while making it clear where your objective really is. “Can I touch you?”

“Uh – yeah.” Tenko coughs, his voice already strained. “Yeah. Go ahead. Please.”

“I want to do this. You don’t have to say please.” You’re surprised by just how badly you want to touch him, how much you want him to fall apart in your hands, just for you, only for you. “Do you want to show me how to touch you? Or should I learn as I go?”

“You didn’t give me a tutorial about kissing. You don’t get one, either.”

“Fair enough.” You gently press your lips against the side of Tenko’s neck, then move the hand that was on his hip to fit around his cock instead.

Tenko jumps, shudders at your touch, and you move your hand cautiously, stroking the length of his shaft, swiping your thumb over the head the same as you’d do with your tongue. Tenko moans, a low desperate sound that drives a spike of heat through your abdomen, and you repeat the motion again. You kiss the side of his neck, lightly at first, then longer, lingering on the texture of the scar tissue under your lips.

Tenko’s back arches, his head falling back against your shoulder. “Faster,” he says, and you increase your pace. “Like that. More –”

He’s shaking. You feel it at every point where your bodies are pressed together. One of his hands grasps your thigh, hanging on for dear life, and you feel a sharp surge of pain, but your attention’s caught by Tenko’s other hand, still gloved, covering his mouth. You can’t let that happen. Not when he makes such pretty sounds. You peel his hand away from his mouth, press it to yours instead. Tenko gasps, shudders. His hips thrust unevenly into your hand, and he comes.

You slow down – the first time you gave a handjob, the guy snapped at you for not easing up fast enough – but Tenko shakes his head, almost frantically. “Not yet. Don’t stop –”

You keep touching him, as requested, drawing out smaller spurts of cum than the first, as he squirms and twitches and makes increasingly pained sounds. It worries you. “Tenko –”

“Stop.” Tenko’s voice breaks. He slumps back against you, his grip on your thigh loosening. “You – sorry. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say. You’re not sure what he’s apologizing for. “Overstimulation – is that something you’re into?”

“No. I just – you’re never going to do that again, so I wanted it to last.”

“Tenko –” You struggle to wrap your head around what he just said. It doesn’t make any sense. “Of course I’m going to do it again.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not,” you say. “I’d do it again right now.”

“You wouldn’t. I thought it would be okay if you didn’t look at me but then I made all those stupid sounds –”

“I thought those were really hot.”

Tenko coughs. “What?”

“I like them. I like everything about what we just did.” You’re not sure if it’s possible to overstate this, and you’re not sure how to convince him, except – “If you want to touch me, too, I can prove it.”

You’ve barely finished the sentence before Tenko’s twisting to face you, pulling up his sweatpants one-handed. You get a look at his expression before he leans in to kiss you, just enough to confirm that there’s nothing weird about it at all. He pulls at the waistband of your pants. “Take them off.”

You pull them down, leaving them hooked around one ankle. Tenko studies the pair of underwear you’re wearing. They aren’t anything special. You wonder if he’s going to comment on that, or on how visibly damp they are, but instead he reaches out, touches you through them. A second later his eyes light up. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Yes, you did.” Your fingers are still sticky with his cum. You think about wiping them off on your shirt, then change your mind and suck your fingers clean, swallowing in a hurry and noting the way Tenko’s jaw drops. “I told you. It was – hot –”

Tenko sits forward to kiss you, his mouth sealed to yours as his hand presses flat against your stomach and slides beneath the waistband of your underwear. The texture of his exposed fingertips is rough enough to make you startle as they slide past your clit, but that’s not on his radar at the moment – he’s too busy probing around in the wetness between your legs, fingers brushing maddeningly close to your entrance before finally pushing inside. He starts with two fingers, not one, which is a stretch, but not quite more than you can handle. You gasp, and his lips curve into that too-wide smile against yours.

Tenko’s overenthusiastic at first, just like he was with kissing the first time, and you catch his wrist. “Slower,” you say. He nods. “Curl your fingers a little bit.”

“Like that?”

Your legs are starting to shake. You nod, and Tenko does it again, and again. His other hand yanks the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down and out of the way. With more room to maneuver, the angle of his fingers changes, increasing the pressure against the most sensitive place inside you and bringing the heel of his hand into contact with your clit every time he works his fingers forward. You’re so wet that there’s next to no resistance. His gloves are going to be ruined.

You feel hot all over. Your nipples are hard, visible through your shirt, and Tenko’s free hand is under your shirt within seconds of noticing it. He circles one of them with his thumb, then rolls it between thumb and forefinger, and the roughness of his fingertips makes even the gentlest motions all too intense. “Tenko –”

“What else?” Tenko’s eyes are intent on your face in a way that almost makes you uncomfortable. “I can do more. Tell me what else.”

“Kiss me.” It’s all you can think of, all you want, and Tenko’s mouth crashes down against yours as soon as the words have left it. You wrap your arms around his neck, take a loose grip in his hair, and stop fighting the wave of pleasure sweeping through you. Every muscle in your body clenches, tight and straining, through thrust after thrust of his fingers – and then the heel of Tenko’s hand presses against your clit for a second too long, and you fall apart, head spinning. You clutch Tenko closer, kissing him until you have to pull away to breathe.

Tenko’s fingers slip out of you, and even though you’re oversensitive to an almost painful degree, you whimper at the loss. Tenko notices, smirks – no, smiles. “Don’t worry. I’m definitely doing that again.”

It makes you laugh. “So you’re convinced?”

“Yeah.” Tenko raises his fingers to his mouth and sniffs them, then tastes them. He’s grinning when he lowers his hand again. “I’d say we leveled up.”

Your face flushes, and worse when you see how much moisture is still clinging to his fingers. “Sorry about your gloves.”

“I’ll just wash my hands.” Tenko looks like he’s never been less concerned about anything in his life. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You’re not sure your legs would hold you up, and Tenko looks a little shaky himself as he slides off the bed and heads to your bathroom. You think about putting your underwear back on, but they’re way too wet, and you throw them into your laundry basket without getting up. You still feel too warm to put your sweatpants back on, so you pull the hem of your shirt down and stretch out on the bed anyway. Tenko comes back a moment later. He looks pleased to see that you haven’t left – but then his expression sharpens. “What is that?”

You don’t know what he’s referring to. You give him a puzzled look, and he sits down on the edge of the bed, yanking your leg roughly into his lap. “These. Where did these come from?”

These – the three raw marks in your thigh, not scratches, more like burns or sores. They’re not so much bleeding as oozing. You remember the sharp pain in your leg when Tenko grabbed it, something you’d written off in the moment. “I think you. You were holding on.”

“That’s not how my quirk works,” Tenko says sharply. “It takes all five. And I can’t stop it when – it can’t have been. You’d be dead.”

“No. You’ve used your quirk on me before and I’m still here.”

“I didn’t,” Tenko snaps. “You wouldn’t be. You’d –”

He breaks off, because you’ve pulled up your sleeve. The injury to your wrist on the night you saw Tenko for the first time was healed before the sun came up, but the scar is still visible – jagged furrows in your skin, extending around your wrist from five points of contact. Tenko stares, jaw clenched, eyes wide, and you think through what you know about his quirk. It’s called Decay. It only activates when all five of his fingers make contact with something, or it’s supposed to. And based on what he’s saying now, it’s supposed to function as a chain reaction, something that can’t be stopped once it’s triggered. Except it can be stopped. He has stopped it, both of the times he’s used it on you.

Tenko’s expression twists in a way that looks agonizing. Both his hands lift from his sides, clawing hard at his neck, but only one of them stays there. The other comes up to scratch at his face instead, to yank hard at his own hair, to tear into the skin above his right eye, in the same spot as his scar. You’ve seen him melt down before, when you were kids, when he got too stressed or too upset or when something had gone wrong at home and someone had asked him about what happened. But never anything like this. It’s horrifying. You can’t just sit here and watch.

“Tenko, stop. Please.” You keep your voice calm, even as it shakes. You catch his wrist with both hands, ignoring the hand scratching his neck in favor of dealing with the one that’s tearing at his face. “You don’t need to do that. Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Tenko doesn’t answer. His eyes are glazed, and he’s fighting you, stronger than you. His neck is bleeding. Soon his face will be, too, unless you keep his hand away. You keep talking, senselessly. “You don’t have to hurt yourself. Please don’t, Tenko –”

One of his nails bites deep into the side of his neck. Too deep. A spurt of blood comes up, and something in your mind snaps. You let go of his wrist with one hand and cover the marks on his neck, taking his scratches on the back of your hand instead. His blood is hot against your palm, and you fight down a surge of panic. You can’t stop him. He can hurt himself badly, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You don’t even know why he’s this upset. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. Whatever it is, it’s not worth –”

Tenko lurches away from you, tearing completely out of your grip, and stumbles to the bathroom. A moment later, you hear him retching. You don’t waste time thinking about what to do next. You get up and chase after him.

The last time you followed him when he was trying to get away from you, he hurt you. This time he’s in no condition to hurt anyone. He’s on his hands and knees vomiting on the bathmat, blood staining the collar of his shirt. The instant the vomiting stops, Tenko slumps forward, and you barely manage to pull him back in time to stop him from going face-first into the mess. He’s almost completely limp when he falls against you. You keep his head and shoulders elevated in case he throws up again and struggle to come up with a plan.

If a patient at the clinic melted down like this, you’d stabilize them and maybe call an ambulance. Stabilizing Tenko is well within your abilities, but you have no idea where this reaction came from, whether it’s within the range of possibilities for him or it came completely out of nowhere. Does that even matter as far as treating him goes? No, you decide. It doesn’t.

You were just learning about treatment for major trauma tonight. You start by checking Tenko’s breathing and heart rate. He’s hyperventilating and his pulse is fast, his skin pale. His eyes are open and his pupils are dilated. The biggest injury to deal with is the claw mark on his neck. You yank a towel off the bathroom counter with one hand and press it against the side of his neck, trying to contain the bleeding, then reach up again and turn the sink on cold. Once it’s as cold as it’ll go, you cup your hand, fill it with water, and splash it into Tenko’s face.

He startles in your arms, tries to lurch upright. “What –”

“It’s just water. Your heart rate’s really high, and I’m trying to bring it down. Cold water activates the diving reflex. That’s all.” You do a better job keeping your voice calm this time. Tenko doesn’t need a quirkless sidekick or a terrified girlfriend right now. He needs a medic. “Your neck is bleeding. I want to fix that before we do anything else. Is that okay?”

Tenko doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t try to get away from you, so you take that as a yes and drag your first-aid kit out from under the sink. Bandaging the wound effectively without letting go of him is difficult, and you’re still watching his heart rate. It’s higher than you want it to be, but not as bad as before. You keep talking, explaining everything you’re doing, not asking for or expecting any response. You don’t know what triggered this. You need to keep him stable.

By the time you’ve got the wound on Tenko’s neck bandaged, he’s shivering. You’d get him to bed immediately, but his clothes are a mess, and soaked with cold sweat in the bargain. “Let’s get up and get changed, okay? It’ll just take a second.”

Tenko gets to his feet ahead of you, then offers you a hand up. You take it but get up under your own power, and as you do, you see that the gloves are a total loss. You’ll have to figure out something else. You lead Tenko over to your closet, switching out everything he’s wearing for your largest, most comfortable clothes. The only thing you can’t replace is the underwear, and the gloves. Tenko stands there, eyes blank, unmoving but for the shivers, while you try to think of a solution. His quirk is in his fingers, right? Only his fingers. What if you cover them?

Bandaids and medical tape. You cover Tenko’s ring finger and little finger, first on his right hand, then on his left. Tenko doesn’t protest, warn you against his quirk, or offer to help. He just stands there, lifeless, until you link your little finger with his and lead him over to the bed. He gets in on your side without being prompted, then looks up at you. “Are you coming?”

His voice sounds awful, but at least he’s talking again. “In a second,” you promise. “I just need to clean up.”

Part of you is hoping he’ll be asleep when you get back, but the rest of you knows better than to hope for that. You rinse the bathmat out in the shower, then carry it to the washing machine, along with all the clothes in the laundry basket, including everything Tenko just took off. Then it’s your clothes, and while you’re starting the washing machine, you notice the scratches on the back of your hand.

Those need cleaning, too, along with the marks on your thigh. You give up on putting on pants, change into a clean shirt and underwear, and detour to the hall closet for your pocket first-aid kit. The big one is too much for this.

Tenko’s voice follows you. “You’re leaving.”

“No,” you say. On second thought, you need to bring other things, too. You fill a glass with water from the sink and set it down on the bedside table. Then you sit down on the other side of the bed, over the covers. “I’m right here.”

Tenko doesn’t answer, but when you open the first-aid kit, he turns toward the sound. “What are you doing?”

“I just need a band-aid or two.” You regret the words instantly when Tenko sits up. “No, I’m fine. Just rest.”

“I did it.” Tenko’s voice is dull. “I’ll fix it.”

You shouldn’t let him do it. He needs to rest. But if he wants to do things, if he’s doing things under his own power, maybe you shouldn’t stop him. You lift your hands away from the first-aid kit and let him poke through it on his own, working awkwardly around the band-aids covering the tips of his fingers. Tenko starts with the marks on your leg, cleaning them clumsily. When he speaks up, he says the last thing you were expecting to hear. “I should have killed you.”

Your stomach drops. “What do you mean?”

“My quirk doesn’t stop. I can control what I touch, but once it activates, I can’t stop it. When I touched you then, I should have killed you. I should have killed you tonight. Just like I killed them.”

Tenko’s voice is flat, emotionless. Are you in danger? You don’t think so, but there are two questions running through your mind, and you ask the more immediate one, not the more important one. “Did you want to kill me? Tonight or then?”

He threatened to kill you the night you met him again, and it would have been easy for him to follow through, but he didn’t. Tenko shakes his head mechanically. “I never wanted to,” he says, and the relief you feel shames you into silence. “I didn’t want to kill Mon, either.”

You remember Mon. You loved Mon, just like Tenko did – less than Tenko did, because Mon was his dog. You can’t imagine Tenko hurting Mon. But you found what was left of Mon in the wreckage of Tenko’s house. And although you’ve seen the effects of Tenko’s quirk before, you’ve never seen, start to finish, what happens when he uses it on a living being. A terrible thought builds in the back of your mind, gaining speed and power. “Tenko, what do you mean?”

“I wondered if you’d guessed. You never said it, so I thought maybe you had.” Tenko smears Neosporin over the first rotted fingerprint in your thigh – too much Neosporin, just like before. “What happened to my family – I did it. It wasn’t some villain. I’m the one who killed them.”

You didn’t know. Not consciously. But even though the thought’s just occurring to you, it doesn’t feel like a surprise. If a villain had killed Tenko’s family, the Tenko you knew would have wanted to avenge them. But he’s been focused on All Might, on society, not on some other villain. The only way that makes sense is if he knew who it was already, if he’d dealt with them already – or if the person who did it was him.

It’s silent in your apartment. You’ve been silent for too long. “You didn’t know,” Tenko concludes, and you shake your head. “You know how to say things right. Tell me what it means.”

It’s not that you know how to say things right, it’s that you know him. You know how his mind works, know where the connections break, know how to piece it back together. “Your quirk doesn’t stop once it’s activated, but it stopped with me,” you say hesitantly, and Tenko nods. “You didn’t want to hurt me. But you didn’t want to hurt Mon, or – or Hana –”

Hana was your friend, too. Tenko’s loss crushed you so badly that you barely mourned her. “And you couldn’t stop your quirk with them,” you say. Tenko nods again. He’s been trying to open the same band-aid for the last thirty seconds. “You were five years old, Tenko. Nobody can control their quirk that young.”

“Try again.” Tenko doesn’t look up from the band-aid. “If I didn’t kill you and I killed them, then – say it.”

“No.”

“Say it.”

“No.” You’re not going to do this. You’re not going to buy into this idea someone planted in Tenko’s head that he killed his entire family on purpose when he was five years old. You can picture what happened that night in your mind’s eye – how he would have reached out to someone for help, how he wouldn’t have realized until it was too late, how quickly things would have spiraled out of control. “I know what you want me to say. And I know you. So I won’t.”

“Sensei said –”

“He didn’t know you.” The words leave your mouth with more venom than they should. “Not yet. Not that day. I did.”

You remember it so well – not because it was different than any other day with your best friend, but because it was the last day, because you went over every detail of it in your head until it was etched into your memory forever. You’d swapped lunches – he liked the awful onigiri your mom made, and you were always after the expensive snacks his grandma bought. You’d played heroes at recess and kept the game going on your way home from school while Hana walked ahead. Tenko was All Might, again, and that day you were Sir Nighteye, All Might’s sidekick who could see the future.

Nobody knows how Sir Nighteye’s quirk actually works, so you had to make it up, and you made up so that you had to touch the person to see how their future would play out. No matter how many times Tenko tried to get you close to the villain, it never worked, and on the way home, you came up with the perfect solution. “All Might,” you called out, and Tenko turned to look at you, deadly serious. “Give me your hand!”

He held it out, and you seized it in both of yours. “I can’t see his future, but I can see yours,” you said, and the brightest, widest grin crossed Tenko’s face. “You’re going to win.”

“We’re going to win. I can’t do it without you,” Tenko said, in his awful All Might impression that always made you laugh. You let go of his hand, but he didn’t let go of yours. “Tell me how we do it.”

You didn’t mean to, but you held his hand the rest of the way home, while you described the battle with the arch-villain, how it was going to be close but how Tenko would win. You needed to hold on, or you’d lose sight of his future. The two of you were just getting to the good part of the fight when you reached your street, your houses. You were disappointed, and so was Tenko. “Can’t you come over? You have to finish telling me so we can play for real tomorrow.”

You wanted to. You always wanted to, and that day more than ever, because you were holding Tenko’s hand and he hadn’t let go yet, even when you tried to. Even if it was just for the game, you didn’t want it to end. “I could ask –”

But you couldn’t even get the sentence out of your mouth before your mother shouted from across the street. Your name, followed by a brisk order. “You had all day to play around! Get in here and help me!”

Your throat closed up, but you didn’t want to cry. Tenko’s grip on your hand tightened. “We’ll play tomorrow,” he promised. He smiled. Not the All Might smile – the real one, the one that the people he saved were going to see someday and believe in, the one that said everything would be okay. “Keep looking at my future. Tell me how we win.”

“I will,” you said. Your mother shouted again. You squeezed Tenko’s hand and let go. And then you turned, looked both ways, and ran back across the street to your mother.

That was the last time you saw him for fifteen years, and everything might have changed between then and the first time you saw him again, but it can’t change the truth – Tenko’s master didn’t know him then. You did. So you know for sure now.

Tenko can’t hold your gaze. “You’re not right about this. He chose me. He knows.”

“Then we disagree. Nobody ever said we have to agree on everything.” You can’t push too hard. Not tonight. “Maybe you’ll win and convince me one of these days. Or I’ll win and convince you.”

Tenko’s mouth twists, turns down at the corners. He turns his back. “Don’t look.”

You move the first-aid kit out of the way and scoot closer to him, pressing yourself against his back as you wrap your arms around him. “I’m not looking.”

You hold him like that for a long time, not flinching when his hand grips your wrist again, when his palm flattens against the back of your hand to pin it to his chest just over his heart – and when he turns back in your arms, his eyes are clearer than they’ve been since he saw the marks on your leg. He looks exhausted. “Get some sleep,” you tell him. “I’ll be right there. I just have to finish this.”

The marks on your leg still need to be bandaged, and the scratches on the back of your hand are deep enough that you should cover them, too. Tenko shakes his head. “I did it. I’ll fix it. Aftercare, right?”

You smile in spite of yourself. “Sure. Let’s call it that.”

He’s faster at it this time around. He covers the fingerprints on your leg with too much Neosporin and a giant band-aid, then slaps a sterile pad down on the back of your hand and secures it messily with gauze. “Don’t do this again. If I want to tear my own skin up –”

“I’m not going to sit here and watch you get hurt. Even if you’re doing it to yourself.” That’s not up for negotiation, at least not tonight. “Come on. If you want to cuddle, we’ll be more comfortable lying down.”

Appealing to Tenko’s touch-starvation seems to be a winning strategy. As soon as you’re both under the covers, he crawls into your arms, halfway on top of you with his face buried in your shoulder. You hang onto him tightly. Not so tightly that you can’t free one hand to play with his hair, and Tenko makes a sound. You wouldn’t call it contented, but he’s not as tense as before. What he says is muffled by your shoulder, and it comes completely out of left field. “I’m not going to do that every time we hook up.”

You almost laugh. “I know.”

Like he did last night, he falls asleep quickly. You don’t, or can’t. Half of you is scared that if you fall asleep, you’ll wake up to Tenko gone, snatched out of your grip again by All For One. It’s a stupid thought. All For One is in Tartarus, under twenty-four-hour guard – but Kurogiri follows his orders over Tenko’s, and if Kurogiri came for Tenko, there would be nothing you could do. Nothing except hold on tight, and make sure that you and Tenko went wherever he was going together.

Part of what’s keeping you up is fear. The rest is fury, the kind you can barely contain, aimed at a single target. You don’t have a clue about most of what All For One did to try to erase Tenko and replace him with Tomura, but you know the first thing – convincing him that he killed his family on purpose. Tenko’s pursuing the vision of someone who’s tried to destroy him, who’s thrown him into a battle he can’t win. And you’re supposed to help him do it.

You can’t stomach that, but maybe you don’t have to. You don’t have to be loyal to All For One’s vision or to Tenko’s efforts to follow in his footsteps. You just have to be loyal to Tenko, and that’s easy the way breathing is, as unconscious as blinking. After all, you’ve been doing it your whole life.

#shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #shimura tenko x reader #tenko shimura x reader #tenko shimura x you #shimura tenko #shigaraki tomura #x reader #reader insert #please hold

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riahlynn101 · 3 months ago

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Dream Theory (or my attempt at coming to terms with MHA ending).

I’ve seen people kind of talk about the last few chapters not being real. And I know that this likely isn’t the case, but god damn, I need something to latch onto.

Part One: the basis for the theory

This Twitter user (@zetanellk) posted a since deleted Jump interview where one of the (main) editors of the publication say that they (Jump as a whole) can’t force Hori to stay.

(image from the aforementioned twitter user above).

Now, I wanted to delve deeper into this in several different ways.

While, I can’t find anything on Yuta Momiyama (the new Jump head). He does seem more keen on ushering in a new era of manga - understandable but could be an indication that Hori was rushed in some way.

And I can’t put an exact date on when Yuta Momiyama took over from the previous person, but it seems to be around mid-June. We got the announcement that MHA was ending around the end of June.

In the interview they talk about how long they’ve been extending it, and if I’m not misunderstanding it sounds like they gave him a two year cap to get everything done. Or maybe Hori just felt like two years was enough.

Overall, without factoring in Hori’s health or if he’s burned out, the basis of this theory is that he was either rushed, censored, or just wanted to leave Jump for one reason or another. And by rushing the end of his story and leaving it wide open, it means he can go back to it later (and hopefully retcon some things).

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Part Two: The Vestige Realm

When talking about “dream” or “delusion” theory, it’s hard to pinpoint when the dream or delusion starts. Some people point to the last chapter being somewhat fake, others say Izuku never left the vestige realm. And me? I’m inclined to believe the latter.

What do we know about the Vestige Realm?

It’s a place that exists within the quirks of One for All and All for One.

Any quirk factors that are stolen by All for One, or stockpiled by One for All, exist within the realm.

The aforementioned quirk factors exist as an extension of what their past users were. By which I mean, the quirk factors are no more than a part of who the real version of them were (e.g vestige Yoichi is not the exact same person as the Yoichi AFO killed).

Now, what do we know about the Vestige Realm around 417 (otherwise known as the chapter where things took a nosedive)?

Izuku is affected by things in Tenko’s mindscape.

In fact, Nana’s exact words are:

This comes after Izuku is almost Isekaied by a truck. He manages to get away, but it sets the tone that it’s hard to differentiate between the real world and the vestige world. It is demonstrated again when Izuku gets his arms decayed and that transfers over to the real world.

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Part Three: I wanna Save that Little Boy!

Hori, in general, is a good writer. He’s good at being consistent….until he wasn’t.

Throughout the manga, at least from 305-onwards, it’s been hammered in that Izuku wants to save Tenko. Most people are framing the fact that he didn’t as “he saved his soul.” Which doesn’t count. At all.

I will never blame Izuku for the hot mess that is Tenko’s ending, and I refuse to believe that “saving his soul” is actually the message that Hori meant to send. I’ve also heard that it has something to do with different cultural aspects about death, so I apologize if that’s all it is.

So, cultural differences aside, Izuku failing to save Tenko (again, through no fault of his own) physically is not what Hori hinted at.

We, as an audience, didn’t need to see Izuku fail at the last possible second. Sure, he’s saved people (Eri and Kota being the main ones), but he’s also lost (his body being broken to hell and back while fighting Muscular at the summer camp. Losing the sports festival - on purpose, but he still lost.)

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Part Four: Joki-Joki boy

I can’t tell you how unspeakably angry this character made me. While I’m happy that he got saved, I honestly don’t think he should exist. And I honestly don’t think he does exist (put a pin in that).

Everything about this character screams TENKO. Everything from his hair to his feet matched what we know about Tomura or an older Tenko.

We see this character in 429 getting saved, and then again in 430 as a U.A. student (8 years later). In no way does this look like a 6 to 8 year old boy!

But, like I said, I don’t think he’s real.

We get a narration from in chapter 429, but that - like everything else - can be excused by Izuku projecting.

I’m going to come back to this character!

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Part Five: Where did it all go wrong?

I propose it all went wrong the moment AFO showed up, and more specifically somewhere in the first three panels of this page.

Or maybe even this one:

Izuku is thrown into a void twice. The first time, he watches AFO’s memories. Among these memories is an explanation about Tenko’s (given) quirk. It’s said that decay is an offshoot of Overhaul’s quirk, which means at one time or another there existed a restoration quirk along with decay. And in the second, he’s taken back to the “real” world. What follows is a little insane.

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Part Six: Where the delusion/dream starts

Izuku makes it back to the real world, and things go fairly quickly.

He loses his arms as per Nana’s earlier words about being affected in the vestige world.

AFO goes in for the kill (assuming), and Izuku’s friends show up just in time.

Aizawa shows up with Eri’s horn in hand to fix Izuku’s arms.

More of his friends show up, including Bakugo (even though this entire ordeal took place across Japan. And he didn’t use Kurogiri’s portal like everyone else), and they helped him fight AFO pt.3.

The US president who, up until that point, had been content with not helping Japan, sends all their heroes.

AFO seems to be too powerful to be defeated, but wait! The vestiges were apparently not destroyed and Tomura is there with them too. And the reason that Tomura is there is because Nana put him back together (something that sounds important but is never brought up again).

So, Tomura and Izuku punch AFO - swapping blood btw - they exchange a few words, and Tenko dies.

By the next chapter (424) three days have passed, and Izuku’s in the hospital.

Neither of Izuku’s parents visit him (on screen), and while I am upset about Hisashi not being revealed, it is weird not to have Inko there. I mean, she visited him last time.

Dabi’s conclusion is rather dark (literally!) and all the villains seem to be set up for Tenko coming back with restoration.

Part Seven: What do I think happened?

Somewhere between page 3 and page 9 of 419, something went wrong.

Maybe it was AFO, or Izuku’s own subconscious being stubborn and unwilling to leave Tenko behind.

After that point of being thrown back into the real world, it feels like the narrative is punishing Izuku. Almost like he’s punishing himself. He can’t move on without being able to “save that little boy.”

I think that, while he’s stuck in the realm, Izuku is creating a reality that makes sense to him. An argument against this is that other characters, that Izuku shouldn’t know, are shown (like Koichi). But that could easily be retconned later on, or have another explanation.

Which would explain why everything feels so shallow. Izuku is good at empathizing with people, but post-war he’s like a robot (mostly due to trauma and not wanting to burden people) and that translates to how others act around him. Uraraka cries in 429, but that’s (could be) another reflection of Izuku's feelings.

He’s bottled all these emotions up, so the only way for him to find catharsis is to imagine one of his friend’s crying (one of his friends that shared a common goal with him. It would make it easier to imagine that she lost too, that he isn’t alone in being a failure). He tears up a little, but before he can actually cry all of class a shows up. Almost like he’s avoiding something…..

This happens also in chapter 424 with Bakugo and All Might, and it’s a cute scene. As long as you ignore how guilty Izuku’s looks, or how hollow All Might’s words feel.

So, he’s trapped in the vestige realm for one reason or another, and besides projecting his feelings on other people, he also begins to create new people.

Joki-joki boy.

People analyzed him every which way. And it’s almost cruel how much he looks like Tenko. His hair is the same texture and color (unless it’s changed in the anime). His narration even refers to his family that physically abused, tortured, and neglected him. And while Tenko’s living situation wasn’t nearly as bad (at the start), it would make sense that Izuku created another Tenko (Tenko 2.0, if you would) to then also create an ideal situation where Tenko 2.0 is saved. He then gets to conveniently be in sight when the boy is saved (by the same woman that turned the real Tenko away the first time).

I also think that, on top of being stuck, Izuku’s and Tenko’s (I have no idea if he’s stuck as well) memories are still linked. So, while Izuku wouldn’t recognize her, Tenko would. And maybe a part of him is trying to communicate with Izuku? Trying to tell him what he wants (to be saved)?

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Conclusion:

I know a lot of this is just me coping. I know that MHA (for now) is done, and that this theory is somewhat in the fanfic territory. But I need some hope. I'll continue to write fanfiction after I'm done mourning what could have been.

I might make another post eventually going through every single thing that feels “off” about the ending.

Hope everyone is enjoying or coping with the ending <3

#mha theory #mha spoilers #mha ending #mha tenko and izuku #mha afo

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justatalkingface · 1 year ago

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Out of curiosity: how you would make the whole "lets save Shig" thing? Bc I do like the idea but god the execution is soo bad. Shig never show any remourse to Izu or heroes, gladly participated in a war (I do say he was just a figurehead as Redestro was the main leader of all this. The villains rally on his name) and still talks about destruction...

Izu is just saving (or trying as hori needs to make this mega hard for some reason) bc of bodyhijack (and the wierd thing "I cant ignore the baby tenko and munchan") out of nowhere.

But lets assume this was foreshadow. Lets assume the goal since day 1 was "Izu sees shig is a good person and wants to be saved"

"Ah so shig needs to be the perfect victim?" No. I dont like fics where Shig is a poor baby who needs cuddle, but there a huge difference in making Shig fight back against those who want to hurt or take him away and...Whatever the fuck Hori did.

So, I ask: if you could write "Izu saves Shig" how would go?

Well, the obvious problem is Izuku needs a connection, a real connection, with Shigaraki. The problem with that problem is to do that, to make heroic Izuku want to save a villainous mass-murderer... that's. That's going to need a lot of work.

To be blunt, the fundamental structure of the pre-War story arc would need to be thrown out, because while it develops both of them as characters (if not as much on Shigaraki as I'd like), it does that separately, and they need to spend a lot more time with literally any interaction at all, to start.

The best way to do it, I think, would to be to have Shigaraki played off against Izuku... like, a lot. Have AFO send him against 1A to, I don't know, claim a win? I know the League, in general, ends up against them, but Shigaraki generally isn't a part of it, which doesn't work for this. Have some confrontations where they fight but actually can't get too far into it, for whatever reason, maybe an arc where one or both of them are imprisoned somewhere, giving them time to talk without two absurdly lethal Quirks constantly going off, and them actually fighting enough before Shigarkai's body gets upgraded to make that connection, without someone dying, is far too unlikely to work as a story.

The more I think about it, the more I like the idea of Shigaraki getting captured (or, maybe is purposefully captured, in an AFO plan he may or may not be in on, to help develop him more) and then have an arc or two focused around that. Think about it: all the heroes trying to figure out who he is and what he knows (and AFO had all his information removed from the various records, so they can't figure it out), increasing pressure from the Hero Commision to Do Something, which would develop them more, and then at the core of it all, them trying to make Shigaraki talk, but they really can't; he doesn't want to talk to them. Hell, maybe even throw in a few semi-serious torture attempts from the HC end, only for him to laugh it off.

At the end of the day, he'll only actually talk to two people: All Might (to help drop some cryptic hints for later in the arc, and also for him to vent his frustrations; probably something something 'you didn't save me', he has a lot of All Might-based rage after all) and Izuku. Izuku who he connected with on a small level in the mall. Izuku with OFA. Izuku the hero in training who has defied him and lived.

So, as the plot continues on, and the pressure ratchets up, Izuku and Shigaraki are slowly starting to get a handle on each other, their personalities, likes; similarities are starting to be seen, some deliberate parallels are invoked by various people, to them and to others, about the two of them both being successors. Climax starts, HC says, 'Kill him'... and then it comes out.

The backstory. Who Shigaraki is, who he's related to, what happened to his family, all of the stuff from the War Arc, but not as a flashback, but as a conversation, with Shigaraki triumphantly presenting his horror of a life as proof of AFO's, and to some lesser extent (because it's still developing) his own philosophies, while Izuku stares on in horror, and somewhere else, Gran or All Might or someone else finds out the same information, at the same time.

Izuku agrees with part of what he's saying (society needs to change), but rejects the rest, and counters with a point of his own, and then just as the heroes roll up to interrogate/kill him (depending on who sent them), Kurogiri does his thing and whisks him away, either as some too perfect timing, or perhaps more likely, he's been on standby to save Shigaraki if anything was to go wrong the entire time, or maybe he showed up earlier, and he's been waiting for Izuku to leave, but the new people forced the issue for him (depending on the reason Shigaraki is there, of course).

They go their separate ways, both of them brooding over what happened, and as the heroes and as Izuku try to grapple with the revelations, then the War Arc happens, only this time, there's less, 'here's my trauma story' and more communication, Shigaraki challenging Izuku to prove his ideals, maybe, to help explain why so many heroes survived him (looks at Endeavour), or maybe just both of them affirming which side they're on, with Shigaraki more confident in himself than ever, and Izuku declares he'll show him that he's right.

It's only a skeleton of an idea, and it'd need a lot of work (and a firmer plan), but I think it'd be a good start. At the same time, though, I think it helps highlight just how off that whole motivation really was.

#ask #bnha critical #mha critical #what if?#what if izuku's motivations made sense?

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mysteroads · 5 months ago

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Chapter 14: What's in a Name?

Summary: Hawks overhears a conversation and asks a very important question. Later, Shigaraki gets good advice from Kurogiri.

Excerpt:

“What the fuck do you want, Shig?” Dabi snapped the second the door closed. “Don’t tell me you’re actually considering letting the heroes near our kids, are you? Is that what you want to talk about?”

Rather than answering, Shigaraki said, “You need to tell Keigo your name.”

The silence that fell was anything but empty. Even on the roof, Hawks could feel the tension, like watching a storm build on the horizon. This was not where he'd expected this conversation between lover and boss to go. Hawks felt his eavesdropping feather heat up as Dabi’s temperature rose, right before the flame villain snarled, “Go to Hell, Shigaraki! Where the fuck did that come from?”

Shigaraki snorted and there was the creaking of a bed as he sat down. “He won’t understand until he knows. You said he was the one, that you love him, so why haven’t you told him, Dabi?”

“It’s none of your business!”

“Wrong.” There was an icy edge of warning in the word. “I’m your leader and your friend, so it is exactly my business. If you want Keigo to understand you, to take your side, then you have to tell him the truth.”

“That so?” Hawks didn’t know what to do with the emotions in Dabi’s voice. It was the snarl of a cornered animal, a red rage mixed with bubbles of desperation and spite. “Have you told Eraserhead about Tenko? Do you think he’ll still want to fuck you after he hears how you turned your family to bloody chunks, then murdered your old man? You think he’ll get turned on hearing about how much you enjoyed it? Maybe you should do that before telling me what to do with my own boyfriend.”

Shigaraki inhaled sharply, then let out his breath just as quick and sharp. “Don’t turn this on me, Dabi. It won’t work. If only because Sensei already spoiled that little twist to All Might! Eraserhead probably knows more than me. I only remember bits and pieces; he probably read the fuckin’ police reports. If I tell him, it'll be to fill in what I'm missing.”

Dabi growled, his clothes rustling as he turned, pacing to the window. There was the crackle of plastic being broken, then the sound of a cigarette being pulled from its pack.

“Don’t light that shit in here.”

“Try and stop–” A grunt of impact and the sound of a body hitting the wall interrupted his taunt. Another few thuds, and Hawks tensed as he heard Dabi’s smothered sound of pain.

“You're being an asshole. A bigger asshole than usual, and that’s coming from me,” Shigaraki said coldly. “Why haven’t you told him?”

“You’re going to break my fucking arm!”

“It’s on you to either stop fighting or burn me if you don’t want a broken arm. Now, why haven’t you told him about Toya?”

Toya?

Toya.

The sky, already deepening toward twilight, turned black and dripped down into Keigo’s mind. The darkness constricted around him, tunneling his vision and making his lungs burn as he struggled to draw in breath. Why had Shigaraki said that name? What does Dabi know about Toya? What hasn't he told me?!

Desperately, he fumbled, trying to get down to the window. He had to know! Over the sound of his own pounding heart, he heard the other two men still talking.

“You love him. Why haven’t you told him?”

“Because I want him to love me! Not Toya!”

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thequietmanno1 · 3 months ago

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TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 118, Replies Part 2

1) “Oh yeah, Koichi got a lot of broken bones and lost a lot of blood less than two minutes ago. Good thing that was not easily solved and completely brushed aside, phew, it would be a problem if we had lasting damage to raise the stakes or something. Anyway, how’s your coma going Pop?”- Yet symbolic/meaningful, yet minor damage like Nomura’s scar-creating slash manages to stick around. Gotta love it. 2) “Koichi is mastering the art of of using so much power to blow up his target that whatever is behind said target remains completely intact, especially if it’s made out of glass.

The boy is truly becoming too powerful”- We could chalk it up to precise damage control, only inputting as much force as would be needed to blow through a target and lose all inertia when coming out the other side, but yes, Izuku’s own building-destroying punches always carried some collateral effects, which is why he needed to beat Overhaul up in the sky to go all out. 3) “yeah sure, now all his power comes from the power of friendship”- Friendship, and believing in himself!...but sadly, “believing in himself” also means he believes even more strongly in his “no-killing” rule. 4) “Shame that AfO has ignored the most likely scenario that explains this situation: The author is pulling it out of his ass as needed. It’s in a need-to-pull basis.”- Koichi has evolved to the ultimate tier of power: becoming the author’s pet character, and reaping the benefits. 5) “Well good thing he’s not literally burning himself away by kicking his, erm, quirk, into overdrive. You know, his plasma based quirk.”- Honestly, seeing Nomura start to falter a little might have helped here. Give some sense that this power-up is as taxing on him as it is destructive, rather than him just hovering on the verge of death for several chapters. 6) “All the fun thinking that Pop has more impact in the story as a ghost than as an alive person, I need to start grabbing the beer bottles again.”- Hey, at least this way she gets to contribute! 7) “Oh he’s gonna go for the close-and-personal hit?

…

KOICHI DID YOU FORGOT HE’S MADE OUT OF PLASMA? DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT THAT STUFF IS?!”-I mean, not much of an issue when Koichi’s punches have an automatic “keep-away” function built into them now. Guy’s a walking, hitting force field. 8) “You know Koichi, you should at least try aiming for his teeth, because apparently he can made solid teeth out of plasma.”- Nomura’s attempts to warp the fabric of reality in his favour to win are commendable, but doomed. 9) “OH MY FUCKING GOD ANOTHER FLASHBACK GOD PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS”- I can’t tell if this final battle was harder on Koichi, or you. This would’ve been a terrific opportunity to show Tenko there playing hero with them, although he most certainly didn’t live anywhere near Naruhata.

10) “This would’ve been a terrific opportunity to show Tenko there playing hero with them, although he most certainly didn’t live anywhere near Naruhata.”- Maybe, but his friends may have. He did go out and play ball with some of them when he was still innocent, it’s where he picked up the inspiration to become a hero like they all aspired to, until finding Nana’s picture solidified it. 11) “who the fuck just left their All Might figurine behind like that? Kids those days smdh…”- Litterers in the future throw away not only their disposable plastic junk, but also their perfectly-functioning toys too! 12) “You know, everybody just gives up wanting to be a hero a few years later. Everyone.”- Times like these, a re-read to refresh yourself on the inner lore of the world is necessary. Eiichiro Oda has a whole conspiracy-ass corkboard that he refers to on occasion to keep track of plot points. 13) “DID- DID FURUHASHI FUCKING FORGOT WHAT HE FUCKING WROTE HIMSELF?!”- I can practically see the blood pouring from your eyeballs as you read this. 14) “OH LOOK, THE GHOSTS WENT AWAY

FUCKING FINALLY. GUESS THAT MESSING UP WITH THE TIMELINE SENT RIPPLES THROUGH TIME AND SPACE”- The ghosts went away, but the fight goes ever onward… 15) “I had a feeling before you were treating me like I was stupid Furuhashi, but after that last flashback I’m sure of that, and I will never forgive you for that.”- To be fair, with the monthly release schedule, I’d totally forgotten about the content of the earlier chapters, so I didn’t pick up on the inconsistency until you pointed it out.

(Vigilantes ch 116) 16) “WHEN YOU PRETTY MUCH ACT LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL, JUST A FANTASY THAT YOU WERE READY TO GROW OUT OF

RIGHT???”- And now, with the hoodie getting burst and blasted away to nothing by Nomura’s barrage, it’s finally time for the Crawler to end his vigilante days for good. @thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha #chapter replies #bnha vigilantes #thelreads #vigilantes 118

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canonrpfinder · 1 year ago

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Hey, I'm an 19-year-old female, who currently looking for long-term rp partner who is 18–22 to do a Danganronpa Saiouma RP with. I am not replacing anyone; I am just looking for someone to role-play with.I am also open to a group rp however 1x1 is preferable

I am semi-literate and prefer rp in text format.

Example:

Kaede:-giggles-Of course, I am okay with it….not bad for a "first date"huh? __

As you can see, I don't write large paragraphs. Sometimes if I am really getting into the rp or for a starter. At best, you will get 5-7 sentences.

Also, I am prone to make misspellings and grammar mistakes sometimes, so please bare with me.

I am in Central time.

Personally, I don't like rp for too long, so I would like to cut it short and then come back to it later.

This isn't a requirement but I like talking ooc during rp occasionally.

One thing to know about me, I don't like putting too much thought into the plot, usually, I think of the basic outline before starting. And whatever I have oc or au idea, I like to use rping as a method to explore the possibilities of the idea. Not all the time, of course, just giving head up that the ideas I have posted below are kinda in the beta stage,

I can play up to 3 characters, and I can do 6 if I am feeling it but 3 is my limit.

characters I am able to play as:

Kokichi

Shuichi

Kaede

Chiaki

Hajime

Monokuma

junko

Naegi

Kirumi

Aoi

Chirco

Monomi

Kirumi

Kotoko

Miu

Himiko

Maki

Kyoko

Hajime/Izuku

Sonia Nevermind(still getting hang of her)

Peko Pekoyama

monokids

Himiko Yumeno

Gonta Gokuhara

Miu Iruma

Tsumugi Shirogane

Mikan

Hiyoko

Mukuro

Theme

romance

hurt/comfort

Angst with no happy ending(or hopeful ending)

Fluff

smut

What I can offer

(nearly)24/7 rp partner

open to doing(almost)anything

I have ALOT of ideas,so you will never get bored

what I want

As the description says, I want to do Saiouma RP, though I am open to doing other ships such as Sonia x Gumdam or Tenko x Himko after. As well as some fanganronpa RPs such as SDRA, SDRA 2, and Project: Eden's Garden.

RPGs I usually like to play have 18+ things, such as smut (all characters of 18 or up. If not, they are aged up) and gore. It is not a complete deal-breaker if you are not up for one of these things.

And if we do choose to do smut in RP, I shall state my kinks if we choose rp about smut.

I am open to doing a cookie run or undertale/deltarune later down the line.

Ideas

Sayanora despair This is a version of a non-despair AU where all students go to Hope Peak and nothing bad happens. But with a little twist, the fanganronpa games (I know) are in this as well. You don't have to know them all; however, one or all can be left out. SDRA and SDRA2 are the next generations in this AU. Years after all of the canon game characters have graduated and are adults, Project: Eden's Garden is a rival school to Hope Peak, and they will sometimes hold competitions, leading a selected group of students to win against the group in events.

Anyway here are my ideas on what I want to do in this AU

Kokichi and shuchi reconnected years after their graduation Kokichi and shuchi were forced together on a project Maki is meeting kaito for the first time. Sora and Akane find out about their twins. Hibiki wants to give something for Valentine's Day to setsuka tenko is MAYBE a bit protective of her girlfriend, Himko

Blood & Lies(Vampire AU) Disclaimer: Hope peak academy doesn't really exist and all characters are adults in this au

Shuchi has trouble falling asleep, so he often goes around the city to clear his head. One night, while on his usual walk, he spots a lone man swinging in an empty playground. He feels drawn to them, so he decides to strike up a conversation. Despite his overdramatic antics and lying, Shuichi finds himself quite fascinated by this stranger who goes by ".Almost every night, Shuichi goes out and spends time with Kokichi. Both learn more about themselves, a little more on Shuichi's end once he finds out the liar's secrets.

Swapronpa Plot:The students of the three main games are swapped in settings. The v3 students are in TTH,meanwhile the TTH students are in Goodbye despair,and lastly the GD students are in killing harmony.What new story possibilities will open due this change?Let find out together!

Side(undeveloped) ideas

Maki and kaito go on a date Miu takes a much smarter approach to try to end kokichi, forcing kokichi to take her life. (Chapter 4 canon divergence) Kaede and Shuichi celebrate their marriage anniversary. Kai Montage x Damon Matisu. Ground rules

I am NOT okay with any problematic shit like r-word though I am willing to give them passed IF they are only used for story purposes and ONLY implied or referenced.

Again someone around my age. (18-24)

please put some effort into the story, I do not want to be the only one driving the story,

Someone who is most active online not 24/7 but active enough that we get most of the rp done.

Please state things you aren't comfortable beforehand and I shall do the same.

6..NO rping with people in real life

I shall update this when needed. If you are interested,here is my discord number:Cheesecakemermaid1048#4393

please message me in dm"Moonlight"

✒

#roleplay #rp #danganronpa #dr #18+ age range #discord rp

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findroleplay · 2 years ago

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Looking for DR rp partner

I am semi-literate and prefer rp in text format.

Example:

Kaede:-giggles-Of course, I am okay with it....not bad for a "first date"huh?

As you can see, I don't write large paragraphs. Sometimes if I am really getting into the rp or for a starter. At best, you will get 5-7 sentences.

Also, I am prone to make misspellings and grammar mistakes sometimes, so please bare with me.

I am in Central time.

Personally, I don't like rp for too long, so I would like to cut it short and then come back to it later.

This isn't a requirement but I like talking ooc during rp occasionally.

I can play up to 3 characters, and I can do 6 if I am feeling it but 3 is my limit.

characters I am able to play as:

Kokichi

Shuichi

Kaede

Chiaki

Hajime

Monokuma

junko

Naegi

Kirumi

Aoi

Chirco

Monomi

Kirumi

Miu

Himiko

Maki

Kyoko

Hajime/Izuku

Chiaki Nanami

Sonia Nevermind(still getting hang of her)

Peko Pekoyama

monokids

Himiko Yumeno

Gonta Gokuhara

Miu Iruma

Tsumugi Shirogane

Mikan

Hiyoko

Murkuro

Theme

romance

hurt/confort

Angst with no happy ending(or hopeful ending)

Fluff

smut

What I can offer

(nearly)24/7 rp partner

open to doing(almost)anything

I have ALOT of ideas,so you will never get bored

what I want

RPGs I usually like to play have 18+ things, such as smut (all characters of 18 or up. If not, they are aged up) and gore. It is not a complete deal-breaker if you are not up for one of these things.

And if we do choose to do smut in RP, I shall state my kinks before the rp begins

I also have plenty of ocs that would I like to rp with either for fun or test run.It perfectly understandable if you are not up for that

I am open to doing a cookie run or undertale/deltarune later down the line.

Ideas

Sayanora despair

This is a version of a non-despair AU where all students go to Hope Peak and nothing bad happens. But with a little twist, the fanganronpa games (I know) are in this as well. You don't have to know them all; however, one or all can be left out.

SDRA and SDRA2 are the next generations in this AU. Years after all of the canon game characters have graduated and are adults,

Project: Eden's Garden is a rival school to Hope Peak, and they will sometimes hold competitions, leading a selected group of students to win against the group in events.

Anyway here are my ideas on what I want to do in this AU

Kokichi and shuchi reconnected years after their graduation

Kokichi and shuchi were forced together on a project

Maki is meeting kaito for the first time.

Sora and Akane find out about their twins.

Hibiki wants to give something for Valentine's Day to setsuka

tenko is MAYBE a bit protective of her girlfriend, Himko

Blood & Lies(Vampire AU)

Disclaimer: Hope peak academy doesn't really exist and all characters are adults in this au

Swapronpa

Plot:The students of the three main games are swapped in settings. The v3 students are in TTH,meanwhile the TTH students are in Goodbye despair,and lastly the GD students are in killing harmony.What new story possibilities will open due this change?Let find out together!

Side(undeveloped) ideas

Maki and kaito go on a date

Miu takes a much smarter approach to try to end kokichi, forcing kokichi to take her life. (Chapter 4 canon diverge)

Kaede and Shuichi celebrate their marriage anniversary.

Kai Montage x Damon Matisu.

Ground rules

1. things I am uncomfortable with: Peeing, farting, vore, feet, Gore(used in a sexual context), rape,vomiting, bestiality, Pedophilia, and Pooing(More will be added)

2. As previously stated on the first rule no rape, or pedophilia though I am willing to give them passed IF they are only used for story purposes and ONLY implied or referenced.

3. Again someone around my age. (18-24)

4. please put some effort into the story, I do not want to be the only one driving the story,

5. Someone who is most active online not 24/7 but active enough that we get most of the rp done.

6. Please state things you aren't comfortable beforehand

7.NO rping with people in real life

I shall update this when needed. If you are interested,here is my discord number:Cheesecakemermaid1048#4393

please message me in dm"Moonlight"

#roleplay #rp #dr rp #danganronpa saiouma rp

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kavikaslana · 3 years ago

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Felt pretty sick today and Shig’s my comfort character so why not. Have a feeling that it’s my fucked up sleep schedule

Part 1

You saw him the next day in class. His hair was still a mess, and he was fiddling with his pencil. He didn’t really look at you, but you could’ve sworn you felt eyes on you once or twice.

Maybe it was just your imagination.

After class though, he at least made an effort to talk to you. It wasn’t very much, and he still looked just as uncomfortable as the first time you talked. He didn’t make eye contact, but he did ask a few basic questions. At least he was trying.

There was always a certain charm to him. He stood out from everyone else. They were all basic people. You had the football players that dated cheerleaders only, then you had the girls that just wanted to fuck.

He wasn’t like any of them, and maybe that’s why he caught your eye. Maybe that’s why you asked to meet up again.

So here you were, wandering an outlet mall as your new friend followed you around like a kid and it’s mother.

“Is there anything in particular you like? I’m sure they’d have it here.” You said, looking over the stores, checking the digital map on your phone to figure out where exactly you were.

You felt a tug on your arm, nothing too hard, but enough that you couldn’t ignore it. He pointed towards a GameStop, his eyes almost pleading for you to take him there.

All it took was a slight nod before he took off, dragging you by the wrist into the store with him. He didn’t really know where to look first, so he just followed you.

He figured that whatever you liked, he’d buy so you could play it together. Except, you didn’t really look like you were searching for anything. You just seemed to be debating on which controller you wanted. So, he picked a game for you.

He ran up to you like a kid on Christmas morning, practically shoving the case into your hands. From the packaging, it looked like a sort of post-apocalyptic game. You wanted to ask why he’d given it to you, but he was already grabbing a second copy of it.

“Tenko? What’s this for?” You asked, reading the description on the back of the case.

“It’s a game I wanted to try out. I thought that, if it’s not too much to ask, that you could play it with me later.” He asked, he almost winced at the sound of his own voice.

You nodded, looking back at the same controllers you were scanning earlier. You felt him press against your back, looking over your shoulder at the items in your hands. He pointed to one, and you took it as a sign to get that one.

After that, there wasn’t really anything planned. You were right back at square one; bored and not quite sure what to do. Once again, your eyes were glued to your phone, looking over the map to try and find anything that sounded interesting.

Tenko was gone, but he said he’d be back in a minute. You assumed he went to the bathroom, or that he was just getting a snack.

When he came back, you heard him move one of your bags. He sat down next to you, inching closer once he realized you were distracted.

“Does anything here look interesting? I guess we could get lunch but it’s a little early.” You said, holding up your phone for him to see.

He just shook his head, placing his hand on top of yours, hoping you wouldn’t notice. You wrapped your hand around his, watching his face turn red out of the corner of your eye.

It was adorable if you were being honest with yourself, watching the quiet kid no one knew anything about melt from a simple touch.

Everything has to come to an end at some point though. A few minutes into looking for a place to eat, he got a call from his dad, something about being late for a gathering being the only thing you heard. He said goodbye, hesitantly getting up and letting go of your hand as he grabbed his bag.

“Just let me know when you start the game, I’ll wait if you want me to.” He said, you watched a tiny smile appear on his face before he disappeared back into the crowd.

When you got home, you flopped onto your couch, dropping your bag on the floor next to you. It opened just enough for you to see bright pink petals and a box of strawberry pocky.

Maybe that’s why he was messing with your bag earlier.

Tags - @vxmpirewife @simultaneously-sick-and-calm @jojosbizarregarbagecan @nao-cchi @hellokittysyringes @obsessivesoul @mushroommanstan

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dragondemoness · 2 years ago

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Tenko falling for male chieko like reader, she starts off with conflicting feelings towards then because while they're male they're also the ultimate hero so she's trying not to fangirl since she likes heroes just like she loves magical girls

Chieko Maki link: https://www.quotev.com/story/11950461/Danganronpa-Abandoned-Sanity-CLOSED/9

Beep boop~ Hope I did an alright job with this

New headcanon unlocked: Tenko loves superheroes

Tenko Chabashira and Male Reader Who's Like Chieko Maki (Danganronpa Abandoned Sanity)

At first, she had no idea how to feel about you

You seemed really cool, and you had people following you wherever you went

You had the talent of the Ultimate Hero, and from what she's heard, you could take out villains and stop bank robberies in less than two seconds

That all sounded great, except...

You were male

Yeah, that’s literally it

Almost all the girls she knew were ranting about you and how awesome you were

And they were probably right

But because of your gender, she just couldn't bring herself to do the same thing

Fucked up, I know

She is very conflicted about the whole thing

For all she knew, someone else could've been the Ultimate Hero, and you could've taken it from them

Or maybe you had done something... sinister to get your hands on the talent

Maybe you were secretly the Ultimate Villain

She knew absolutely nothing, so she couldn't trust you

But at the same time, she would love to talk to, or even be close to someone with the talent of the Ultimate Hero

She LOVES heroes, especially superheroes

And so when she heard about you, she immediately got excited and wanted to have a conversation with you

For a second, she almost didn’t even care that you were male

And sometimes, she still doesn’t, if only for a moment

But she wanted to get a good grasp on who you were, and your talent

She wanted to prove to everyone she knew that the Ultimate Hero was nothing more than a fraud

So she decided to investigate

Tenko started following you around as you went about your daily activities

Most of what she saw was your face of irritation as you dealt with having cameras shoved in your face all the time

But then, you got a call about a bank robbery

Tenko got excited and headed straight there

Now she could see your talent in action

What she saw was you calmly taking care of the villains, handing the money back to the bankers, and helping any hostage

And you did all this with complete indifference

Now she was at a loss

Tenko knew deep down that you were a good person, but her prejudice refused to let her believe it

Although maybe she could believe it if she got to know you, to see for sure

And so, she approached you, trying to be as friendly as possible

And if you’ve seen her event in Danganronpa S, you know how difficult it was for her

But you could see her efforts, and agreed to hang out with her

She asked you questions about your talent, and soon saw how cool it really was

Similar to how she enjoyed magical girls, she enjoyed heroes too

Especially the female ones

I mean, how can’t you love badass women with insane strength and awesome powers?

It’s her absolute favorite

And soon enough, she is able to extend her love for heroes/superheroes to you

It is very hard for her to not fangirl over you, especially since she knows you probably won’t like it

But she will watch with stars in her eyes as you deal with villains

And if you notice her staring, she’ll turn away with a blush, denying that you saw that

She will refuse to confess her feelings

Not only because you were male, but because you were a hero

She wasn’t ready to swallow her pride just yet, and she was sure you wouldn’t want her anyway

But she was proven wrong when you confessed to her

She was blushing madly and stumbled over her words a lot, but agreed in a somewhat tsundere fashion

Now, later on in the relationship, she can let herself go and fangirl over you a little bit

You are the only male she will ever show this to, so be grateful /j

But if she ends up overwhelming you, she’ll stop

And when it comes to the annoying ass reporters and fans, she’ll deal with them for you

Even though she had no idea what to do at first, Tenko does eventually get comfortable with you

And she’ll love and admire you the way she does with fictional superheroes

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa killing harmony #tenko chabashira x reader

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xiindomitable · 2 years ago

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quirkhearted·:

A garden? That had him perking up a tad, head tilting a bit before following after her. To think he’d made several trips down to this school before… well, he left… and had never stumbled across this garden. From what he could see, it was well-maintained and quite a calming place, away from the main area around the building. His kind of place, really. Gaze surveyed the flowers and plants as he came to a stop. It got him thinking; maybe he should invest in some fake plants for his apartment- Oh. Oh.

Pangs of guilt struck his chest, a shocked expression forming. “Really…?” Mere moments later, a frown replaced it, gaze averting from her. Hands clutched into tight fists, just barely feeling nails through gloves. “I mean… I like it. Looks nice.” He probably would’ve enjoyed it back then, found it just as relaxing as it was for her. A relief from the awkwardness of his presentation, that must’ve been her plan, seeing how anxious he was. Even though they’d only just met, she was already showing how immensely caring she could be. Something he’d grow to admire, and something he didn’t think he deserved after what he’d done.

But, yes, he had to go before she could show him. If he recalled right, Taishiro needed his assistance, or… was it Chisaki? Whatever, the exact details didn’t matter now.

Okay, there was nothing stopping the involuntary smile at her little attempt at a gaming joke. If there was one way to get him to relax, it was anything involving video games. And he honestly needed that more than ever now, because he truly was entering the final boss fight. Better pick the right dialogue options.

“Okay, uh… first… just wanna say I’m sorry. Now, I- I know that doesn’t fix everything, but just to get that out there.”

Maybe taking a seat would have been the far better option.

Truth be told, while his apology had been something she knew was coming, she still felt the heavy weight of it bearing down on her. Made her falter, because of how sincere he sounded. And she knew he was, he was never one to lie, or–well, she was sure he wasn’t. Could she believe that now-

“I appreciate it,” she finally said, dashing her own thoughts before they could run further. Her voice remained carefully measured, even if the slight quaver in hit would no doubt give her away. No doubt, because Tenko was always so sensitive to others. His anxious nature mirrored her own, a tendency to scrutinize others to properly attempt to navigate an interaction. In her case, to diffuse the worst into something far more manageable ( thank whatever god was out there her father had taken to reining himself back for her sake nowadays too ), to extract herself and/or others from some interaction that could turn for the worse. Not that she could–nor would dare–do the latter now, but-

“A-and you’re right. It doesn’t...fix things.” Apologies certainly weren’t enough to fix what happened with her family. But her father was trying to to more than offer pretty words to appease them and the hurt he’d caused. And knowing that, doubtless that Tenko, a better man than he, would be willing to do the same and more. “But it’s a start. A new one. Or, I-I hope it can be."

Was she conceding too easily? God, she didn’t know-

“I just...” Fuyumi took a slow breath, shaking her hands a slight to brush off the frost on them. “I want, no, need, to know where we can stand from here.” How much of her family’s situation did he know, exactly? How much could she share? No, that always felt too raw for her to bring up, and using it now to strengthen her plea...no, she couldn’t do that to him. Even if...certain ways he acted had her wondering if maybe he might know the feeling from a more personal experience. But- “I want to be friends again. I do, Tenko, I really do. But I...” Her breath caught, a moment, two, then...ah, beating around the bush did no good here–

“Tenko, last we spoke, you left me on a less than pleasant note, and– well, I’m being generous with that phrasing. And that...I’ve–I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out what it is I’ve done wrong to have caused that. What I did or didn’t do, if maybe I might have hurt you and justified the way you acted. But I’ve–I...I can’t come up with anything. So for a start, I just want to know. Why?”

#quirkhearted #ic #long post for ts #//*Rolls in late on heelys with Starbucks* Sup #//I broke from iconing after spotting this in drafts sjbfhdbdg

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amberantlers · 3 years ago

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Had an idea and started jotting it down in my notes. Maybe one day I'll actually write the full thing.

Tenko's quirk suddenly activates and he accidentally kills Mon. Just like in canon, right? But this time, Hana didn't go out there. She was told to stay in her room and she told herself she'd apologize tomorrow morning.

This time, a scared Tenko runs to the house, afraid a villain might be after him. He accidentally decays the door and falls. He's crying, wailing. He can barely speak. The wood floor is cracking where his hands are.

His mom notices and moves quickly, pulling him up and tucking his hands away. "Don't touch anything right now, okay? Shh. Don't worry. I've got you. No one can hurt you now. Just breathe, Tenko. Focus on breathing."

Kotaro double checks outside, seeing the bloodied mess that is Mon. Notes the dusted door. The cracked wood floor. He breathes hard, before straightening up. Tells his in laws to make sure Hana doesn't go outside.

"Let's go to the hospital," he says. "A quirk specialist. So they can tell us what's going on."

Nao nods. "Right. You hear that Tenko? Come on, let's go. Keep your hands curled up and tucked away, okay?"

Tenko nods, still sobbing, and nuzzles closer to his mom. She kisses the top of his head before standing up and carrying him to the car.

The drive is silent, minus Tenko's crying that eventually lessens to sniffles. Quietly, voice hoarse, Tenko mumbles, "I'm sorry, Dad."

Kotaro swallows thickly. "It's okay." I'm sorry, too. He should say. But he refrains for now. He'll talk to him tomorrow once they sort out his quirk. He'll explain. He'll apologize.

The doctor hums. "It's a quirk mutation."

"What does that mean exactly?" Kotaro asks. "No one in family has a quirk anything like that. I--"

"Exactly," the doctor cuts in. "Mutations don't share any characteristics with the parents' quirks. The genes simply mutate into something new entirely. It's uncommon, we still don't know what exactly causes it."

Nao frowns. "Will he be okay?"

"Oh yes, of course," he says. "He's like any other child with a quirk. Though if you notice anything off later on, please do let me know."

Kotaro nods, glancing at his son. He's curled up against Nao, hands in tight little fists and tucked under his arms. The doctor hums again, moving to rummage in a drawer.

"His quirk activates when all five fingers are touching something. You can of course teach him how to hold and grab things without all five, but since he's still so young, it'll be easier if you start with him wearing these special made gloves."

Kotaro holds them in hands. Only two fingers will be covered, the ring and pinky finger. He turns to Tenko. "Show me your hands. Let's put these on, okay?"

Tenko numbly holds out his hands, and Kotaro carefully slides the gloves on and secures the straps around his wrists. Tenko flexes his fingers, testing out the fabric.

They're effectively dismissed from the doctor, and ride home is quiet. At some point, Tenko falls asleep, noted by Nao when she looks over the seat to check on him.

"What an awful quirk," she murmurs.

"Just bad timing," Kotaro says. "Could have been worse. But the gloves will help."

Nao carries Tenko to his room as Kotaro head out to the backyard. His in laws make him pause though.

"Kotaro, what happened? Mon is--"

"I know," he sighs. "It was... Tenko's quirk activated. Don't worry, it's been taken care of."

There's fear in their eyes, but they nod their heads and Kotaro goes outside with a trash bag and a small box. He steals himself against the sight, holding his breath, and gets to work. His shoulders finally slump when he turns on the hose and tries to wash away the blood.

Tomorrow. He has to talk to Tenko tomorrow. Explain. Apologize. And then he has to do better. If he wants a happy family, he has to.

The next morning does not come without its hurdles.

"Daaaad, where's Mon?" Hana complains, snooping around the kitchen instead of eating her breakfast. Kotaro watches Tenko shrink in on himself, bottom lip quivering.

---

And that's it. I have a lot of ideas in my head. Gotta sort them all out. Hoping to actually commit and write this out one day tho. And hopefully soon.

Please do let me know what you think btw, I'm very curious to hear people's thoughts 💕

#shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #kotaro shimura #nao shimura #hana shimura #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my fic #my writing

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riahlynn101 · 1 year ago

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"This Family of Ours (Is Thoroughly Broken and Can't Be Fixed)" (9).

As promised, here's one of the stories that won in my Tumblr Poll. Now, I just need to finish the one shot that is exclusively All for One x Inko. (And the other one shot that has Yoichi in it).

Trigger Warning: A child in distress.

Chapter 9

The dining room is a mess. There’s a pile of splintered wood that was once, probably, maybe a chair. The dust he spotted on his wife’s shirt coats the floor. A woman-Nao, if Hisashi recalls correctly-scrubs at the floor with a rag. A bucket of soapy water sits beside her, and she moves jerkily to dip the rag into the container, only to return to scrubbing at the stains on the floor frantically.

“What a mess,” he says, keeping an even tone. It’s always hard to know what to say in these kinds of situations. With his long lifespan he’s seen things that far surpass a child accidentally killing their father.

But these people, bound by marriage and Japanese law, are his family. He feels nothing for them.

Not the overbearing, domineering, platonic love he felt for his brother.

Or the heart-pounding, hair-twirling love he feels for his wife.

Or even the overly protective, paternal love he feels for his son.

They just are. They exist as an extension of his wife and son (and Nana Shimura, but that’s a headache he would rather avoid right now). For them, he’s willing to play dumb and play nice (which, in his experience, go hand-in-hand).

Nao looks up at him. Her face is blotchy and eyes blood-shot. She sniffles. “Sorry. I…” She gets to her feet, placing the rag on the side of the bucket. “Who are you?”

He takes in her body language. Her trembling limbs and quivering bottom lip.

“Yagi Toshinori,” he introduces himself, holding a hand out. Still, palm down just in case Nao recognizes his mutation from the brief times they interacted.

She stares at his hand, eyes glazed over. “Who?”

“My- Midoriya Inko called me. Said something about-”

“I thought she called her husband?”

Hisashi hums, as if thoughtfully considering her question, and that him being here and in this form wasn’t a result of his own hubris. “She did, but Midoriya-San couldn’t be here until much later. I was told the situation needed to be dealt with immediately.”

Nao looks him up and down. It’s no secret how intimidating Hisashi looks. He’s freakishly tall (a fact that he used to be bullied ostensibly about, especially when he was a malnourished, string-bean of a kid), and there’s just something about seeing him in this form that sets people on edge.

He smiles. “I only want to help. Whatever happened here is between everyone that witnessed it and me.”

“He didn’t mean it. He’s a good boy,” Nao chokes out, tears starting to fall from her eyes. She wipes at them.

He nods along, patiently.

“Sorry, sorry. Just please, promise you won’t tell the police. Tenko was only trying to help and-”

“Shimura-San, I give my word that I will not breathe a word of this to anyone else.”

She sniffles (again). “Right. Well, I suppose I should take you to Tenko.”

-x-x-x-

Tenko sits tucked against his sister’s side, staring blankly ahead. He should be feeling sad right now. Everyone else is. Father is dead and not coming back. And it’s. All. His. Fault!

But he can’t cry anymore.

The tears won’t come.

He feels nothing.

He feels….numb.

Hana does her best to comfort him, offering him little trinkets, and telling dumb jokes that, in any other circumstance, would make him giggle. She’s trying so hard, but his body just feels so heavy. And everything feels so faraway, like his body doesn’t belong to him. Like he’s watching everything play out in a low-budget video game.

Their bedroom door opens, but Tenko can’t bring himself to acknowledge whoever’s standing in the doorway.

“Who are you?” He hears Hana ask.

“Toshinori Yagi,” the person-a man, judging by how deep his voice is-answers. “I’m a quirk specialist. I work with your aunt’s husband.”

“Why’re you here?” Hana wraps an arm around his shoulder, holding him closer to her side.

Yagi-San chuckles, stepping further into the room. “I’m here to help. My job is all about helping people with hard to control, and or destructive quirks.”

His sister gasps. “Ten, did you hear that?”

Logically, in the back of his mind, Tenko knows he should be showing gratitude. But moving is hard. Listening is taking up all his energy right now.

“Now, this normal,” Yagi-Sani starts, “after a traumatic event, the brain has many different ways of protecting itself. Shutting down emotionally, mentally, and even physically is one of these ways.”

“B-but he’ll get better, right?”

Yagi-San hums. “I’m sure at some point, but trauma responses are unfortunately not my area of expertise. So, I’m not qualified to make that call. But, if I was, I would say it all depends on how much support he has. I’m very sorry you kids had to go through that.”

Yagi-San kneels down in front of him. “Now, may I see your hands.”

This snaps Tenko out of his daze. He clutches his hands close to his chest, leaning back slightly. “No!” He snaps, eyes wide. “I…I don’t want to hurt you.”

He chuckles. “Hurt me? You don’t have to worry about that.”

Tenko shakes his head, lips pressed into a thin line. “Uh, uh.”

“Can you at least hold them out, palms up, for me to see? I won’t touch them, but I need to see them.”

He looks at Hana, who’s watching the exchange and worrying her bottom lip. She smiles at Tenko, though it looks forced. “Go on,” she encourages, reaching over to pat him on the back.

Tenko holds his hands out in front of him. They shake a little, and he has to fight the urge to pull them back.

“Good, you’re doing a great job,” Yagi-San says, keeping his promise of not touching Tenko’s hands. He looks them over, appraising them. His lips purse into a thin line, and his brows furrow.

“What do you see?” Hana asks, anxiously watching from over her brother’s shoulder.

“His fingertips look drier than the rest of his hand,” he mumbles. “This could be an indication that his quirk is activated using his fingers. A five-finger activation isn’t abnormal-” he stops abruptly, turning his full attention to Hana. “I apologize for bringing this up, but did your brother grab your father with all five of his fingers?”

“Uh, huh,” she confirms.

“I see.” He hums, taking a pen out of his suit jacket. “Now, Tenko, I know this is extremely difficult but I need you to grip this pen with all five of your fingers.”

Tenko feels his heart skip a few beats. Touching that pen, even if it’s an inanimate object, means destroying it. Just like he destroyed his father. He tries to take a few deep breaths, but no matter how hard he inhales, no air reaches his lungs.

He feels like he’s drowning.

Through his growing panic, he can hear his sister telling off Yagi-San. The man tries to say something, but she talks over him - furious.

Tenko shuts his eyes, head spinning.

And then, like a prayer answered, the doorbell rings. The voices stop, and he can finally force some air into his poor lungs.

“That’s odd,” Hana says, “we don’t get visitors often.”

“It’s the police,” he croaks out. Talking hurts but his panic overrides all of his pain.

“No,” Yagi-San answers in a bored tone. “Your mother was cleaning up the kitchen when I came in. I highly doubt anyone’s turning you in.”

This doesn’t make Tenko feel any better, because that just means he’s dragging his family down with him. He feels like a villain right now.

Mama must be so mad and disappointed in him.

“Have no fear, why!?” A booming voice calls out.

The slightly annoyed look on Yagi-San’s face turns into pure unadulterated horror. He glances towards the window, then back at the door. “Kids- uh, Hana, can you help me?”

“I wanna help too,” Tenko finds himself whining. He winces at how sore his throat is. “Please,” he adds. Anything to get his mind off what happened today.

Yagi-San shushes him. “Okay, okay.” He regards both of them carefully. “Here’s the plan.”

#mha fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #mha au #dad for one #nao shumura #young tenko shimura #hana shimura #all for one

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deadmandairyland · 3 years ago

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Hi! I’m here to bring you yet another Danganronpa tier list: the sexuality tier list, which you can find here.

Now I’m going to be honest here: I don’t really have any LGBT headcanons. It’s just not really something I focus on much when it comes to fandoms. Instead I usually just focus on ships, and as a result from that I tend to present a lot of characters as LGBT in fanfictions and posts I’ve made or reblogged. In other words, a massive chunk of my “headcanons” here are a direct result of shipping (as well as information I’ve picked up from the games themselves). That being said, it was interesting to actually think about this for once, so I’m kinda glad I did the tier list. And it gave me an excuse to bring back the rainbow color scheme I usually put in my tier lists for aesthetic reasons.

The original tier list had Straight at the top, but I moved it to the bottom for two reasons. One, this is Tumblr and that’s not what you’re here for. Two, I gave it a neutral color, and having a gray section next to a white section (i.e. the title of the list) like that looked bad to me. I definitely prefer this setup just on aesthetic alone.

Because this is largely based on ships, I feel it needs to be said that representation does not factor into this chart in any way. I know it probably looks bad that the only character in the Lesbian category is one of my least favorite (though NOT hated or even disliked, I should point out) characters in the main series. That has nothing to do with the fact that she’s a lesbian. She’s just a jerk, and usually not in a way that’s at least entertaining enough for me to like her.

Also keep in mind that this is just the main cast of the main series games. If you were to include characters from the DR3 anime, UDG, or the spin-offs, the Gay, Lesbian, and Ace categories would get more rep, certainly. Think Juzo, Yui, Takemichi, that gay guy with the trumpet, etc.

With that said, let’s go through the list:

Gay

Not gonna lie, one of the reasons why Rantaro is here (and not in Ace) is because of ships. Though I do sometimes ship him with girls, canon suggests he’s not interested in dating girls, and most fans seem to headcanon him as either gay or ace because of this, so I respected that. That being said, I also acknowledge he’s a very popular character in mlm ships, and at the time I was putting this together I hadn’t gotten to Taka yet so the Gay tier was still empty, and Byakuya was already sitting in Ace, so all of that swayed me to putting Rantaro here instead of Ace.

Taka was much easier to place here. He strikes me as a closeted gay man who probably doesn’t even realize he is gay. “Hey, let’s all hang out in the bath, guys! Getting naked is essential to form bonds with your fellow man! No need to be ashamed, it’s tradition!"

Lesbian

Again, ships. I only ship Hiyoko with one other character, and as soon as I say that you already know who she is.

Bisexual (Male Preference)

Akane is mostly here to account for any wlw ships I may have of her (e.g. Hina, Sonia maybe). Obviously she has a thing with Nekomaru, so Male Preference.

Chiaki is here for the same reason as Akane. I’ve shipped her with characters like Sonia and Ibuki before, but she really digs Hajime.

Chihiro honestly could have been anywhere in the Bi and Pan sections, but I ultimately went with Male Preference because of ships, specifically the fact that outside of the more... R18 circles of the Interwebs Chihiro tends to be shipped with guys more often than girls. Also doesn’t hurt that my OTP is Naehiro. I mean, have you seen how often Chihiro blushes around Makoto? (There’s more to it than that, as I’ve covered in the past. I’m just trying to add more fuel to the fire.)

Himiko is probably one of the few characters that isn’t here mainly because of ships. I do think she has some attachment towards Tenko, but I also get “I’m uncomfortable around her” vibes from her, and there are moments where she seems to crush on Kokichi (of all people) so that’s why she’s here. Still very much bi, though.

Hina has a crush on Makoto and has a complex around wishing she was more feminine so she can attract boys. So why isn’t she in the Straight section? ...Because Sakura, duh. And Kyoko too. And any other wlw ship you can think of that might work with Hina.

Honestly if it wasn’t for Miu I probably would have considered putting Kokichi in Gay. Again, while shipping plays a big part of my choices here, much like with Rantaro I have no qualms with putting a character in a tier that contradicts any ships I might have with that character, if those ships aren’t something I’m super invested in. This is a very important distinction, because it’s why I let ships sway my hand for so many of these even if I am also okay with going “Just because I ship this doesn’t mean I headcanon it” as I did with Rantaro. And honestly Kokichi’s ship teasing with Himiko does come off as more trollish than a sign that he’s into her, but he really gets into his back-and-forth with Miu, in my personal opinion, and he gets into it far more often with her for that matter. It’s why it’s one of my favorite ships for both of them tbh, and it’s because I like the ship so much that I just can’t ignore it for this sexuality headcanon tier list.

Maki... is here because of ships (e.g. Kaede).

Sakura... is here because of ships (e.g. Hina). ...What, you were expecting me to put a guy in the example? Remember, she has a boyfriend in canon.

Sayaka... is here because of... NOT ships, but DRAT. Yes, really. (”We really got down and dirty, Naegi-kun.”)

Sonia... strikes me as someone who swings both ways. I can’t describe exactly why I feel that way, but yes.

Bisexual (No Preference)

Celeste wants a harem of vampire boys but shipping her with Kyoko is also very popular and honestly i feel like it would fit her character. She’s got a look that says “I could get any ass I want and I know it.”

Ibuki is decked out in blues and pinks, and also I ship her fairly evenly among both boys and girls. She just screams bi icon to me, more so than any other character in the series.

Junko is either bi with no preferences or pan. She is an equal opportunity heart-and-soul-breaker and lust-for-despair machine.

There is no Mukuro in this list, but honestly I would probably put her where I put Junko anyway.

Kaede... is here because of ships (e.g. Miu, Maki)

Honestly I had no idea where to put Kirumi, so I just randomly chose one that I wouldn’t regret later if I ever put more thought into who I shipped her with.

I’m pretty sure Nagito being bisexual has some degree of canon attached to it??? I think??? I’m not entirely sure tbh, but fuck it. I’m doing this for fun anyway, so this doesn’t really matter.

Shuichi, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. I also find him to be more shippable with guys than the other two protags, so IMO he has no preference.

Toko might have a thing or two for pretty boys, but... Komaru, I mean, this isn’t exactly shocking, I don’t think. Probably was closeted before she met Komaru. I mean she did focus on Hina’s boobs a lot in DR1, let’s not forget.

Tsumugi, much like Kirumi, is here because I haven’t put much thought into her ships.

Bisexual (Female Preference)

Gundham has a thing with Sonia in canon, but I can see him being bi. So... yeah, ships again.

Hajime, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. It’s just that his Chiaki and Mikan game is just too strong.

Hifumi might claim to only like 2D, but his interest in Chihiro both in human form and computer program form (and the fact that this didn’t go away after the gender reveal) places him here.

Kaito strikes me as a closeted bisexual. The kind that could start any given conversation with “I’m not gay, but...”

Kazuichi also strikes me as a closeted bisexual, only his “I’m not gay, but...” is rooted more in dumbass than it is in systematic homophobia.

Korekiyo... is here because of ships (e.g. Rantaro).

Kyoko is bi as fuck, and I can see her having a preference towards girls in particular. She gets shipped with girls a lot (e.g. Celeste, Hina, Yui, and even Junko and Mukuro), and when she is shipped with boys it’s usually just pretty boys (e.g. Makoto, Byakuya, Ryota, Shuichi, and, depending on your interpretation, Chihiro). Also note that aside from Makoto and maybe Byakuya, Kyoko’s girl ships are far more popular than her boy ships. Just something I’ve noticed over the years.

Leon... is here because of ships (e.g. Chihiro).

Mahiru is here because I’m pretty sure she has a thing for Hajime in her FTEs, but obviously she tends to get shipped with girls more often (especially Hiyoko), and I agree.

Makoto, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. It’s just that his Kyoko, Hina, Sayaka, and Mukuro game is just too strong.

Mikan may be interested in Hajime somewhat, but her obsession with Junko cannot be ignored, no matter how much some of you may want to.

Mondo is another character that strikes me as a closeted bisexual. He is said to strike out all the time with girls, so I do think he’s attracted to women. And I do get some vibes that he’s attracted to Chihiro pre-reveal. And if circumstances had been different, I imagine he probably still would have been post-reveal. But obviously it’s his bond with Taka that I feel cements his sexuality in, at the very least, an mlm category.

Tenko... is here NOT because of ships, but because I’m pretty sure she’s at least sort of interested in Shuichi because of some canon thing... and also I don’t want to put her in Lesbian just because it feels like I’d be stereotyping the Lesbian category if I do that. If we were to compare her to the character that I did put in Lesbian, Hiyoko doesn’t treat people like shit because they’re men, she’s an equal-opportunity asshole. Still not the best representation for lesbians by a long shot, but at least Hiyoko doesn’t follow the stereotype of a man-hating lesbian. She’s just like that, and that’s okay. But putting Tenko there, especially if she’s shown some degree of interest in a male character at some point in the game, just rubs me the wrong way personally, because it would feel like I’m ignoring canon just to stereotype her. But that’s just a personal hang up of mine. No disrespect intended toward anyone who genuinely feels that Tenko is a lesbian. Maybe you see something there that I don’t, and that’s perfectly fine.

Pansexual

I don’t remember exactly how her FTEs went, so I’m not going to get into that, but Angie just comes off as pan to me, like gender doesn’t fit into the equation at all for her.

Gonta I can see as either pan or ace. I feel like he wouldn’t care about gender, and honestly the only reason I decided to put him in Pan rather than Ace is because of that scene with Miu.

Imposter is not only pan, they are currently OT3ing it up with Ibuki and Ryota as we speak, and that’s a fact.

Keebo... is mostly here because of ships. A lot of ships, actually. Mostly male ships (Kokichi, Shuichi, Kazuichi, and, depending on your interpretation, Chihiro) but there’s also Miu to consider. And the Miu game is SO strong that I put him in Pan instead of, say, Male Preference.

Just gonna lump them together because I have the same thing to say about both of them: Miu and Teruteru would **** anything that walks. What did I censor? Well, I’m doing the Nier: Automata thing, so you can put whatever you want in there and trust me, it would probably fit, for better or for worse.

Ace

I know this is an unpopular opinion, because Naegami, but I just don’t think Byakuya is interested in anyone, at least not in that way. He might be fascinated with how common people live, because it’s so foreign to him, but that’s about it.

Straight

Even though I do ship Fuyuhiko with some of the boys, his Peko game is so strong that honestly I can’t see him actually dating anyone aside from Peko outside of some very niche fanfiction.

Honestly, Hiro was another one that I was just like “I have no idea what to do with you.” I think maybe his team up with Kanon made me eventually choose to put him in Straight? I don’t remember. I clearly didn’t put much thought into Hiro.

I really only ship Nekomaru with Akane, so that’s why he’s here. I’m sure if I dive deep enough into my psyche I can pull an mlm ship with Nekomaru in it out of my ass, but like Rantaro that wouldn’t be significant enough to change anything.

Peko is in the same boat as Fuyuhiko. I have shipped her with girls before, but her Fuyuhiko game is just too strong.

Ryoma had a girlfriend once, and as far as I can remember he didn’t really seem interested in anybody in the game, so that’s all I have to go off of for him.

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So there you have it. Explanations for literally all of them! Explanations that were definitely not pulled out of my ass as I was typing them, nope, certainly not. Definitely won’t be tagging all of them, but I may tag the ones with the longest entries. And like all the tier lists I’ve done, this was just for fun and honestly any opinion I have for any of these characters could change at a moment’s notice because my brain is fickle like that. Tried my best to make sure that every tier had at least one character in it, but I did so without trying to force characters in places that I personally did not believe they should go. I hope you all enjoyed my dive into this area of fandom that I rarely dive into (the LGBT headcanons, not the ships, obviously). It was a lot of fun, and hopefully it will stay fun and not result in angry anons blasting me for my opinions. I am grateful that this never seems to happen to me, but I’ve seen it happen to others and I know what Tumblr is capable of at its worst. These are just headcanons and a matter of personal opinion, and if you disagree with them, that’s perfectly okay. Your feelings and opinions are also valid.

#dangan ronpa #tier list #rantarou amami #kiyotaka ishimaru #hiyoko saionji #chihiro fujisaki #himiko yumeno #aoi asahina #kokichi ouma #kyouko kirigiri #mondo oowada #tenko chabashira #kiibo #miu iruma #teruteru hanamura #ended up tagging anyone who (at least in the editor) has four or more lines of text in their entry #or in hiyoko's case because i mention her a lot outside of her entry

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