#assassination classroom x bnha

[wendynoire]

2 scenes from chapter 16 of Hero Classroom on AO3. All my own artwork, and poisoned because fuck AI. Enjoy!!!

Fic found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5133973

[airosuiren]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔞𝔱𝔢

A/N: You ever watch people climb a ladder you built with your own blood? That’s this chapter. [Y/N] and Karma aren’t chasing applause. They’re the shadows behind the stage, the hand that pushes the scalpel deeper when justice needs to hurt. The world sees students. The staff sees assets. The other students? They don’t know what they’re looking at anymore—and that’s exactly the point. This chapter is about walking into enemy territory with a smile on your lips, a knife in your belt, and a partner at your side who never blinks when you burn too hot. You’re not here to fit in. You’re here to outlast everyone who doubted you.

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 1, 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 2, 𝔖𝔦𝔡𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯

The transition from operatives-in-training to full-fledged agents should have been jarring. But for [Y/N] Midoriya and Karma Akabane, it felt more like slipping into clothes they had long since outgrown.

They were already killers. Already protectors. Already unshakable.

Now, they were official.

And that changed everything.

Their new assignment came with increased freedom—and increased danger. No more hand-holding. No more simulated threats.

Kasuma called them in one final time for a private briefing.

“You’re not children anymore,” he repeated, like a mantra. “You’re ghost agents. Assets. The moment you step into this, you belong to no one and serve only the mission.”

He paused, then looked at them—not the badges on their jackets, not the files they held.

Them.

“I’m proud of you both,” he said quietly.

[Y/N] felt something tight twist in her chest. She nodded. Karma smiled, just barely.

That was the last time they saw Kasuma for a while.

He left for an overseas operation that would last months, taking Irina with him. He gave them a contact in Tokyo and warned them: Stay sharp. UA might need you sooner than expected.

They didn’t know then just how right he was.

In the weeks that followed, Karma and [Y/N] established a base in a small apartment on the edge of the city.

They weren’t exactly living undercover, but they also weren’t public heroes. They moved through the world like ghosts, slipping between crowded alleys and rooftops, collecting information and building networks.

Their targets weren’t low-level thugs anymore.

They were watching names whispered in fear:

People tied to the League of Villains.

Underground arms dealers.

Corrupt businessmen sponsoring bio-enhanced quirk tech.

Karma enjoyed the tension.

[Y/N] thrived on the structure.

They operated like one mind in two bodies—flawless coordination, unspoken cues.

And slowly, as nights turned into weeks and weeks into months, their bond deepened.

They didn’t talk about it.

Not directly.

But it was there in the quiet things:

The way Karma always saved her the last strawberry milk in the fridge. The way [Y/N] always patched up his wounds before her own. The way they gravitated toward each other when things were too loud, too heavy, too real.

It was natural. Unspoken. And undeniable.

One night, after a long mission that ended in fire and fractured ribs, they collapsed on their apartment floor, bruised and breathless.

Karma’s shirt was torn. [Y/N] had blood on her knuckles.

She lay on the floor, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“You ever think,” she said quietly, “that we’re the only ones who get it?”

Karma was silent for a beat.

Then: “Every day.”

She turned her head. He was already looking at her.

The moment stretched long and quiet.

Then Karma reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.

[Y/N] blinked.

“You didn’t,” she said, trying to sit up.

He opened it.

Inside was a ring. Silver. Clean. A thin band etched with a symbol only they understood: a flame crossed by lightning.

“It’s not what you think,” Karma said quickly, ears turning red. “It’s not… I mean, not yet. It’s just…”

She took it before he could finish.

Slid it onto her finger.

“It’s perfect,” she whispered.

And that night, for the first time, they didn’t sleep in separate beds.

Not for sex. Not for comfort.

Just to be close.

To know they were real.

To remember they were alive.

Their next mission came sooner than expected.

A deep investigation into a string of disappearances tied to illegal quirk experimentation.

They found a lab buried beneath a seemingly abandoned hospital.

What they discovered made even Karma’s cocky grin fade.

Children.

Dozens.

Hooked to machines, wired for data extraction.

[Y/N] nearly vomited. Karma stood frozen.

And then they moved.

The operation burned that night.

[Y/N] created a dome of air to shield the children. Karma melted the power grids and iced every escape route.

The scientists didn’t escape.

Neither did the armed guards.

The media was never alerted.

The story never made headlines.

But the kids lived.

That was enough.

They spent a week off-grid after that.

Recovery. Sleep. Therapy in the form of video games, bad takeout, and long walks along empty rooftops.

[Y/N] didn’t cry. Karma didn’t joke.

They just existed. Together.

It was during that quiet week that the second kiss happened.

The first had been months ago. A heat-of-the-moment adrenaline spark after a close-call mission.

But this one…

They were sitting on the apartment balcony.

Karma said something stupid. [Y/N] laughed.

He turned to look at her. She turned at the same time.

Their eyes met.

And suddenly, it wasn’t a question.

It was inevitable.

He leaned in. She met him halfway.

Soft. Slow. Real.

When they broke apart, Karma pressed their foreheads together.

“Don’t leave,” he said quietly.

[Y/N] smiled.

“I never do.”

They didn’t define it. Didn’t label it. Didn’t need to.

It was theirs.

And that was enough.

By the end of the month, they were called in for a special briefing.

Kasuma, back from his mission, met them at a secure facility.

“You’re going to U.A.,” he said, without preamble.

[Y/N] blinked.

“What?” Karma said.

“You’re not enrolling as students,” Kasuma clarified. “You’ll be embedded. Posing as transfers, but you’re there as internal operatives.”

[Y/N] folded her arms. “Why us?”

Kasuma looked at her evenly. “Because I trust you. Because you’re smart. Because you’re powerful. Because if anyone can keep that place from collapsing, it’s you two.”

Karma raised an eyebrow. “You’re not worried we’ll… y’know… start chaos?”

Kasuma smiled faintly. “I’m counting on it.”

He handed over two sealed envelopes.

“Inside are your contracts. Your permissions. Your mission parameters. Don’t lose them.”

They didn’t.

The night before they left, [Y/N] and Karma stood on the rooftop of their building, looking out over Tokyo.

“It’s going to be different,” [Y/N] said.

Karma nodded.

“We’re going back to being students,” she added.

Karma snorted. “Sort of.”

She turned to him.

“What if they hate us?”

He shrugged. “Then we make them wish they didn’t.”

[Y/N] laughed.

“You’re terrifying,” she said.

Karma leaned closer.

“I’m yours.”

And she kissed him.

Under the stars.

Bonds forged in fire. In blood. In quiet promises and loud declarations.

Unbreakable. Unshakable.

The world had no idea what was coming.

But it would learn.

Because [Y/N] Midoriya and Karma Akabane were no one’s background characters.

They were the storm.

And they were heading straight for U.A.

U.A. High School was louder than she remembered.

[Y/N] Midoriya stood in front of the dorm building, one box levitating behind her as she used a casual breeze to float it into her hands. Her other arm was looped through Katsuki Bakugou’s as she babbled happily about the dorm arrangements, the bland uniforms, and the god-awful lighting in the girls’ bathrooms.

Katsuki Bakugou carried the heavier boxes with minimal complaint. Not because he was kind. Because he knew better than to let her get bored.

“Can’t believe they’re making you set up alone,” he muttered.

“Oh, I’m never alone, Kats,” she chirped, skipping ahead as her wind quirk lifted a box through the air behind them. “I’ve got voices. And glass. And you.”

“...I’m not comforted by that.”

“I didn’t say you were. I said I am.”

“Seriously, Kats,” she said in a sing-song voice, “I think the hallways are actually designed to suck the soul out of people. Like, one big soul Hoover.”

Bakugou grunted. “You’re just pissed there’s no pink tile.”

“I ASKED for lavender. That’s not unreasonable.”

He didn’t reply, but she caught the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

From a distance, Class 1-A watched the interaction with a mixture of fascination and suspicion.

Bakugou? Willingly letting someone talk his ear off? Letting them touch him? Letting them use him as a moving wall to carry her dumbass decorations for her room?

It was chaos.

And then she turned.

Bright green eyes landed on the gathered students with that same cheerful gleam—too bright, too wide, like a neon sign that flickered too much.

“Hiya, Class 1-A!” she chirped, twirling once as her hair fluttered in the wind she summoned. “I’m [Y/N] Midoriya! Twin sister of your very own Izuku~!”

The silence hit like a slap.

All eyes turned to Izuku.

He turned pale.

“You never said you had a sister,” Uraraka said quietly.

Izuku swallowed. “I-I didn’t think it was important.”

Ouch.

[Y/N] grinned wider.

“Oh, don’t worry, Deku,” she said sweetly, floating a small wind-blown leaf onto his head. “It’s not like I’ve been alive this whole time or anything.”

Bakugou snorted. Kaminari blinked. Todoroki tilted his head, eyes narrowing.

“She’s quirkless, right?” Sero asked.

“NOPE!” [Y/N] beamed, hands on hips. “Got mine before Izuku even knew what a quirk was. But I kept it a secret to make him feel better.”

Another silence.

Izuku looked like he was going to pass out.

“That’s… insane,” Momo said cautiously.

[Y/N] cocked her head. “Awww, thanks! I try.”

Bakugou stood beside her, arms crossed, and for once, he looked smug.

“Don’t try to figure her out,” he said dryly. “You’ll go nuts before she does.”

Aizawa called her in that afternoon for a quick assessment.

“You know the rule,” he said. “Sparring introduction. You’ll be matched with Todoroki.”

“Oh, Todoroki~?” [Y/N] sang, clapping. “The one with fire and ice? Cute.”

Izuku stood immediately. “She’s too unstable. She shouldn’t—”

A gust of wind slammed him back into his chair.

“Oopsies,” [Y/N] said, not looking at him. “I twitch sometimes.”

Aizawa sighed deeply and waved her toward the arena.

The match lasted three minutes.

Todoroki opened with ice.

[Y/N] melted it mid-air with a snap of her fingers.

He followed with fire.

She swallowed it with a vortex and spit it back at him in a wave of scalding steam.

Then she surrounded him in a prison of rock and danced just out of reach, laughing.

No quirks, no weapons, no tricks—just raw elemental dominance wrapped in a pink ribbon of madness.

When it ended, Todoroki stared at the ground, humiliated.

[Y/N] patted his shoulder.

“You’re very pretty when you’re confused,” she said sweetly. “Like a sad puppy who forgot where the door is.”

The class stared at her like she was a ticking bomb.

Later that evening, Izuku cornered her in the hallway.

“You humiliated me,” he hissed.

[Y/N] smiled like sunshine. “Did I?”

“You told everyone about your quirk. You—”

“I pretended to be quirkless for you,” she said brightly. “Because you were crying. Because Mom hit me when I tried to say I had powers. Because she said it would ‘hurt you.’ So I waited. And waited. And then you got powers and didn’t even tell me.”

He flinched.

“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d care.”

That made her laugh.

Not a soft giggle.

A high, wild laugh that echoed through the dorm halls.

“I don’t care,” she said, still laughing. “You’re just not my brother anymore. You’re a guy I used to know. Now I’ve got a best friend who actually likes me and a boyfriend who brings me strawberry milk.”

She walked away without looking back.

Katsuki was waiting by the dorms. He gave her a once-over and passed her a soda.

“Deku crying again?”

“Always.”

She popped the can open with a flick of ice and grinned.

The next week, Karma arrived.

He walked into Class 1-A like he owned it, two buttons undone, blazer flapping, strawberry milk in hand.

Iida tried to lecture him.

Karma tossed the empty milk carton into his chest and kept walking.

[Y/N] launched herself at him. They kissed in front of everyone.

The room combusted.

Iida screamed about propriety. Kaminari short-circuited. Mineta nosebled and passed out.

Only Bakugou rolled his eyes and muttered, “Took long enough.”

Karma grinned. “[Y/N] missed me so bad she almost burned a building down.”

“I only set the bathroom on fire,” [Y/N] huffed. “That doesn’t count.”

“Hi,” Karma said to the class, slipping an arm around her waist. “I’m Karma. I like strawberry milk, chaos, and her. Try to touch her, and I’ll break your kneecaps with a smile.”

Uraraka stepped back. Even Todoroki seemed uneasy.

Izuku looked like he was going to explode.

From that point on, Class 1-A gave them space.

[Y/N] dragged Bakugou around, repainted his room lavender, stuck googly eyes on his grenadier gauntlets, and kept calling him “BoomBoom BFF.”

Bakugou let her.

The Baku Squad hated it.

The Deku Squad hated her.

The rest kept their distance.

Aizawa didn’t bother interfering.

“You’re not here to make friends,” he muttered during homeroom.

“Nope!” [Y/N] replied cheerfully, balancing a pencil on her nose. “I’m here to make trauma fashionable.”

He stared at her. Marked her present. Moved on.

At night, she slept in Karma’s dorm. They curled under too many blankets, whispered about strategy, giggled at dumb inside jokes, and practiced hand-to-hand in the common room after hours.

They were chaos wrapped in chemistry.

And U.A. didn’t know what to do with them.

[Y/N] didn’t need approval. Didn’t crave love from people who once ignored her existence.

She had Karma. She had Katsuki. She had her own strength.

And that was more than enough.

Because the girl who had once stayed silent had found her voice.

And it was cheerful.

It was twisted.

It was absolutely, unapologetically psychotic.

And she loved it.

[Y/N] Midoriya liked her new dorm.

Mostly because she didn’t actually stay in it.

Her official dorm was neat, full of sparkly figurines, mood lighting, and a whiteboard of unfinished elemental theories. But her real home? That was Karma’s room, where the walls smelled faintly of cherry detergent and strawberry milk.

Sleeping there was normal. Comforting. Strategic.

Until Principal Nezu decided to “reassess arrangements.”

“You’ll be placed in separate dorms permanently,” Nezu said, paws folded neatly on his desk. “We believe it’s for the best.”

[Y/N] blinked. “Best for who?”

“For the morale of Class 1-A. For appearances. You understand.”

She smiled. Too wide. Too sweet.

“Oh, I understand just fine,” she said in a singsong tone. “And I’m telling you very gently, Nezu-san… fix it before Karma comes back from his mission. Or you’ll be the one applying emergency morale patches.”

Karma had been called to Tokyo. She, on the other hand, was given one job: get comfortable. That was laughable. Comfort and U.A. didn’t mix, not after everything she’d heard and seen.

Aizawa, who had been silent up to this point, exhaled slowly. “She’s not bluffing.”

Nezu chuckled nervously. “We’ll consider it.”

They didn’t.

So she waited.

The day Karma returned from Tokyo, he didn’t enter U.A. like a normal person.

He kicked the door open.

Strawberry milk in one hand, dorm key in the other, blazer tied around his waist.

[Y/N] launched into his arms before the dust settled.

“You smell like fire and deadlines,” she murmured against his collar.

“And you smell like you haven’t slept in days.”

“I haven’t. I threatened a rodent.”

“Good girl.”

“You’re saying what now?” Karma asked later that night, tilting his head as [Y/N] ranted, pacing in a circle in their shared—secret—study room.

“They want us in separate dorms, Karma. Like they forgot the clause in our contract that literally says we operate as a team unit and we share living quarters for control and coordination. They said it might ‘make other students uncomfortable.’”

Karma rolled a coin between his fingers. “What’s our authority level again?”

“Above theirs,” [Y/N] said sweetly.

“Neat. Let’s burn the paperwork.”

“Nope. Better idea. We’ll let Aizawa do the talking. Then we’ll make friends with the support course. I want to build a thermal-proof ‘Do Not Disturb’ field around our dorm.”

He smirked. “You’re adorable when you’re scheming.”

“You’re hot when you’re complicit.”

Aizawa held an emergency meeting with the faculty.

“They have security clearance higher than half of Japan’s military. I don’t care if it makes Mineta nervous. Let them share a room or deal with the fallout.”

Principal Nezu reluctantly agreed.

“Very well. But we announce it.”

“Effective immediately,” Aizawa said flatly the next morning, “Karma Akabane and [Y/N] Midoriya will be rooming together. This has been authorized and approved. No discussion.”

There was so much discussion.

“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Mineta cried.

“She sleeps in his T-shirt!” Kaminari shouted.

“Why do they get to act like royalty?” Iida barked.

“Because we are,” Karma said with a smile.

[Y/N] sat beside him, swirling a tiny tornado in her teacup. “We’re not normal students. We’re contractors. You remember the part where I folded Todoroki like a beach towel, right?”

Todoroki raised a hand. “I’m not part of this conversation.”

Uraraka’s eyes narrowed. “So you’re just above us now?”

“No,” [Y/N] said, licking her spoon. “We’re beneath you. Like ghosts. That protect you while you sleep. Or choose not to. Depending on how annoying you are.”

Silence.

Behind the scenes, things were moving fast.

The League of Villains had made three indirect attacks in a month.

U.A. needed insurance.

[Y/N] and Karma weren’t just students.

They were insurance with trigger-happy smiles.

Their official mission briefing, written by Kasuma himself, was clear:

Maintain cover as elite student transfers. Monitor League movement. Neutralize threats. Protect critical assets.

In short: babysit the hero children. Eliminate anyone who tried to hurt them.

It was a mess.

And they were perfect for it.

Karma adjusted quickly. He got along with some of the Baku Squad when they weren’t acting like territorial cats.

[Y/N] continued to rub everyone the wrong way.

“Why do you only talk to Bakugou?” Jirou asked one afternoon.

“Because BoomBoom is the only one who doesn’t flinch when I touch a blade.”

“You used wind to send Sato’s cake into the ceiling.”

“Poor structural integrity.”

“You set Iida’s notes on fire.”

“They were boring.”

“You replaced my shampoo with glitter.”

“That one was Karma, actually.”

“TRAITOR!” Karma called from the common room.

Despite the chaos, the missions kept coming.

Small ones at first.

Interventions off-campus.

Scouting dangerous areas.

U.A. didn’t announce it, but the staff all knew who to call when the police were too slow.

[Y/N] and Karma answered every time.

No fanfare.

No reports.

Just results.

One night, they got called to intercept a rogue bio-enhanced villain on the edge of Musutafu.

Aizawa handed them the file.

“He’s armed, unstable, and strong. Try to de-escalate. But if he throws the first punch—”

“He’s done,” Karma said, slipping on his gloves.

[Y/N] grinned. “Got it. Dinner after?”

“I’m thinking noodles.”

“Spicy?”

“You read my mind.”

They were gone in seconds.

Thirty minutes later, the villain was unconscious, tied to a lamp post, with a sticky note on his forehead that read:

‘Try again never.’ –The Ghosts of U.A.

Back at school, things grew tenser.

Izuku cornered [Y/N] one morning.

“We should talk,” he said, hesitant.

“We just did,” she replied.

“Seriously. I want to understand.”

“Now you want to understand?”

“I didn’t know how much I hurt you.”

She stopped.

Looked at him.

Then leaned in close.

“You hurt me a lot, Izuku. But I’m over it. I’m not angry anymore. I just don’t trust you. That’s different.”

He swallowed hard.

“But maybe one day,” she added with a sad smile, “we’ll be family again. If you earn it.”

And she walked away.

At night, she sat on the rooftop with Karma, twirling a spark of light between her fingers.

“They’re starting to hate us more,” she said.

“They’re starting to fear us more,” he corrected.

“Same thing.”

Karma shrugged. “Let them. We’re not here to win a popularity contest.”

She sighed. “No. We’re here to keep them alive.”

“And we will.”

She looked over at him.

“Thanks for coming with me.”

He leaned over, kissed her forehead.

“Always.”

They sat in silence.

The two bodyguards of U.A.

Invisible to most.

Essential to all.

A/N: They never wanted her power. They just didn’t want her to use it. Now? Too late. [Y/N] Midoriya isn’t just strong—she’s untouchable. Karma’s not just her match—he’s her mirror. Together, they aren’t classmates. They’re contingency plans. You don’t have to like them. You just have to survive long enough to realize you needed them. The ghosts are watching. And they don’t miss.

— Author, absolutely unwell over rooftop kisses, sibling detachment arcs, and U.A. accidentally housing its own secret endgame duo.

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[themirrorghost]

I can't write for the life of me, but I've just thought of a tasty soulmate-fic premise (romantic or platonic!):

When their eyes are closed, a soulmate can see what their other half sees.

Whether it's super clear, or just impressions, or perhaps the more one stares at something the clearer it gets, just imagine the potential.

Soulmates taking turns to close their eyes and communicate through notes to find eachother. Soulmates who know when the other's fallen asleep because it's completely dark on the other side. Soulmates who can't sleep because their other half is somewhere way too bright and have to write passive-aggressive notes asking if they could "please turn the lights down!" Soulmates who are bored and would rather watch the others everyday life, no matter how mundane. Soulmates who's friends and/or family make fun of them for zoning out to watch through their other halves eyes instead of paying attention.

And then, on the other hand? The angst potential is delicious-

Soulmates who are so desperate to stop their other half from knowing that they wear a blindfold, or straight up blind themselves, to prevent it. Soulmates who hate the thought of someone intruding on their private lives, whether they're meant to be together or not. Soulmates who have terrible home/work lives and hope against hope that their other half doesn't find out or worse. Soulmates who are abused or get into fights often, trying their damnedest to protect their eyes above all else. Soulmates who's eyes are damaged, accidentally or otherwise, terrified of the thought that their other half won't ever be able to find them.

There are so so many ways you can swing this:

One soulmate afraid that their other half had died, having never been able to see through their eyes. Their soulmate was born blind, and managed to see things they thought they never could/would thanks to their soulmate.

Soulmates that met during childhood, living their lives as a whole, using their connection for simple, silly, domestic reasons.

Familial soulmates! Twins who aren't quite psychic but know what the other is doing all of the time. Siblings who are stuck with eachother and pretend to hate it, but are secretly glad they'll always have the other. Found family where it feels like they've always had the other and are impossible to separate.

Long-distance soulmates, teaching eachother about where they were born/grew up, showing eachother things precious to eachother.

Daytime Vs Nighttime soulmates who are barely ever awake at the same time, treasuring those in-between moments.

Soulmates with nightmares, one waking up in a panic, blinking hard and trying to calm down as quickly as possible. The other getting glimpses of the aftermath as they blink, perhaps rushing to their side if they can, comforting their distressed soulmate.

College/University AU soulmates knowing too much about their other halves area of study. Writing eachother notes to go to bed or to eat when they both forget and stay up studying way too late.

Assassin/Spy AU soulmates, using their bond to complete their missions as effectively as possible. Or perhaps the assassin/spy's soulmate is their target. Especially tasty if you throw in undercover work.

I could write a million of these prompts-

[kirbyfigure]

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[zarathelonewolf]

Guys, I know it's old news but...

Last year, in October 2024 basically, there was an anniversary for the Rurouni Kenshin Manga.

Y'know. The one whose author, Nobuhiro Watsuki, had so much child porn he was hypothesized to be an actual distributor by Japanies investigators. And who got off basically scott free only to go back to writing Manga.

Aside from the fact that I knew about him before 2024, because I had explicitly looked (I remember this pretty well) during the pandemic if there were any mangaka I should avoid because they openly held particularly conservative views or because they had committed some grievous crime, and I had found out about Watsuki. So, as a response, I isolated myself completely from even mentions of his work and have quickly turned the other way whenever I saw it. I tuned it out completely.

This basically helped in me staying ignorant about what transpired on October 2024.

I had no idea! I do not think I should support Gege Akutami or Kohei Horikoshi after this... What the hell? Why the heck would they do this?

My esteem for Arakawa (FMA), Kubo (Bleach), Ohkubo (Soul Eater and Fire Force) and Gotouge (KNY) is skyrocketing rn. It seems to me like Kubo has not participated in a mural made some time ago (to welcome Watsuki back into the industry), either. Damn I am lucky not all of my favs are on this list!

It's not like this is a situation in which Death of The Author should justify actively publicizing a certain artwork made by a shitty person! This author is alive, and still writing! This asshole is still around and thriving! They should not be giving him publicity!

And before anyone comes and tells me "that's just how Japanese society is about child porn and older figures in the Manga industry, sweetie!", yes, I know they are shitty when it comes to it. But that does not make me any less angry.

Does anyone else know about this? Have you guys heard, has there been discussion here and I did not notice?

What should I do? I am feeling split on whether or not I should continue reading the Manga or not...

Is there any reason the authors I mentioned who participated could have been forced by the contract made with Shueisha?

This is a photo of the authors who participated in case you are interested:

Also HunterXHunter author? What, why? Promised Never land too, why did authors who made such Manga, who I recall having some important moral lessons, end up on this list? Then again Rurouni Kenshin is also considered a pretty idealistic tale, even though it's author is a POS. What the hell dude.

I expected Oda because he has supported Watsuki in the past.

Although Chainsaw Man is not my jam, glad to see that the author did not participate.

I don't know what to think. I guess I'll stop talking publicly about the Manga whose authors participated in that event, and focus on other ones.

Like Gachiakuta. I really have to start picking back up the chapter analysis for it, and might even start doing something with Bleach.

Any fan is free to add their point of view to this, and I am not doing this to start a witch hunt towards those who enjoy the Manga these people wrote (more than I am gonna after knowing this, anyway). I need other people's opinions before making this choice because I overthink a lot and rn I am overthinking something along the lines of: what if I am overreacting tho?

EDIT: I think I shall simply choose to put my interest on these Manga and Anime on hold. But I won't necessarily consider the mangaka who went to this anniversary child abuse apologists.

I am starting to think this situation could have been owed to different factors. It is not unheard of, for mangaka, to be pressured greatly by publishers. And maybe, in these situations, like for anniversaries, it could have been the case, especially due to the fame of the Manga in question.

I still hold on higher esteem the mangaka who actually did not go to the anniversary of Rurouni Kenshin. But I am choosing not to automatically accuse all of those who DID go of actively adoring a figure such as Watsuki.

Why? Because... Perhaps we do not have enough info. Let me explain.

I am not giving these mangaka the benefit of the doubt because I love them particularly, most of them I do not even know, and even though I used to be a huge My Hero Academia fan, it's just... not a hyper fixation for me anymore. Same goes for JJK, it was a rather brief fixation might I add. I am doing this because if I know anything, it's that most of the time mangaka are very private, and very rarely are their political and personal stances on things clear cut. Some explicitly demonstrate themselves to be progressive and others remain in a grey area, probably due to the Japanese cultural idea that "you shouldn't bother people/start drama", "you shouldn't stand out like a sore thumb", which may have been the sentiment behind the publishers who most probably pressured most of these authors to participate, and behind those who accepted.

Oda is probably one of the few exceptions, because he has ALWAYS supported Watsuki. Maybe he is one of those that always wanted to participate to the anniversary from the beginning.

I am still feeling moody, but as always, resignment is quickly making its way into me. Until Japanese society becomes more progressive, I guess I shall have to keep doubting whether or not all mangaka are genuine about what they write: I will always try to consider, from now on, the fact that publishers and the Manga industry in general is very toxic, and that may not change for the longest time yet. So what I read and the things I see these mangaka doing may always be commercially related.

Fans are still welcome to reblog and write answers to this post. I am still looking for differing opinions on this, even from fans of the work of Mangaka in the list. That is why I have added tags for some of these Manga now that I have edited the post.

Please talk to me if you want to. I do not bite, especially not now that my anger has turned into sadness. I would enjoy to have a talk about this with someone who shares doubts with me, but also people who straight up know what they want to do and how to approach this.

[mubabee]

Shows/Games I’ll draw if Anyone Wants to Request

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MASTERLIST

[YANDERE IS ALLOWED]

Demon Slayer

Zenless Zone Zero

My Hero Academia

Dislyte

Path to Nowhere

Jujutsu Kaisen

Wuthering Waves

Heart Cage

Avatar The Last Airbender

The kid at the Back

TOUCHSTARVED(Red Spring Studio)

Spiderverse(only atsv characters)

Honkai Star Rail

Meiji Tokyo Renka

Genshin Impact

Tears of Themis

Undertale(and any other verse)

Kill la Kill

Scissor Seven

Overwatch

Death Note

Hazbin Hotel

Dragon Ball Z(only platonic)

Helluva Boss

Mr Love Queen’s choice

The Promised Neverland

One Punch Man

Yona of the Dawn

Danganronpa(Only 2 and 3)

PASWG

Teen Titans

Sonic X

Buddy Daddies

14 Days With you

Lego Monkie Kid

Cookie run kingdom

Dragon Raja

Forgotten Anne

#Me(the mobile game)

Kakegurui

MLP(Humanized)

TMNT(2012 and 2018)

Welcome Home(only original and opposite au)

My yandere OCS(press the tag ‘my ocs’ to check them out)

If you ask for something romantic with a female character, I will most likely genderbend them. (Platonic is fine) If the request is vague and I don’t know the character much, I will ask you to specify what you want me to draw.

[nicnsmth1]

I finally drew all my ocs I use for oc x cc stuff!! I wrote down their partners on the side and ship names on the top!!

[tommiieimagiines]

“people say she’s bad, but they don’t see

the way she is with me.”

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some things about me? well, i enjoy literature a lot, but that’s a given! i like to play video games, my favorites are pjsk, genshin, and idv! i waste time watching shoujo animes a lot too!

but enough about me!! what do i write for??ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

well… everything! go nuts!! request, and i’ll tell you if it’s something i’ll do!

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[trueebeauty]

Question!

What webtoons have you read and have written for? I'd like to make a request if that's alright.

of course, here's a list of all the webtoons I've read and currently reading + some anime as well! also if anyone would like to give me recommendations to read or watch webtoons, animes, movies, or tv shows... please feel free!

𝐖𝐄𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐍 - 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌, 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘, 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐓, 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃, 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐔𝐁 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎, 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐎, 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘, and 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍’𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓...

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐄 - 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄, 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍, 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄, 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍, 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐙𝐄𝐔𝐒, 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇, 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀, 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔, 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐎’𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌, 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋, and 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒... (i might be missing a couple, but feel free to ask)

[aventurinesweetheart]

hey gang im posting ab writing commissions again bc i rlly need the money 😭 i wont go into details but basically im in desperate need of a job, and writing can be job-like, so . gestures vaguely. uhm, all prices are negotiable it just depends on the content you want me to write (i will. write Anything atp. Anything.) just dm me with your thoughts/ideas/what you want me to execute and i'll More Than Likely be able to do it as long as i'm into the media its from

[amaya-writes]

Amaya's Ringtober 2023 Masterlist

General Post

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Masterlist:

How the Haikyuu boys would propose to you: Kenma, Kuroo, Daichi, Kageyama, Oikawa, Atsumu

The demon brothers reacting to their fiance losing her ring

Innocent childhood romance with Megumi where he gives you a promise ring

Nanami and his stay at home wife headcanons

Illumi angst scenario: his wife finds out he 'cheated' during one of his assassinations

Black Clover characters introduce you (their new finance) to their siblings: Finral, Gauche, Leo

Port mafia characters x reader arranged marriage AU (reader is Mori's relative): Dazai (he never left PM AU), Chuuya, Akutagawa

The 1A boys and the type of ring they would propose with

Tokyo Revengers characters picking out a ring: Mikey, Hanma, Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya

Gojo, Itadori and Nanami reacting to reader rejecting their proposal

Bnha characters arranged marriage AU x traditional reader: Izuku, Shoto, Bakugo, Denki, Shinso

Shigaraki x Redestro's daughter arranged marriage AU

How they would react to your ring being the wrong size: Gojo, Dazai, Bakugo, Shoto, L, Mikey

Your child broke your marriage ring scenario with Dabi

Bnha characters accidentally proposing at the same time as reader: Iida, Denki, Tokoyami, Dabi, Aizawa, Shinsou and Shigaraki

Reader reacting to finding out they once wanted to marry someone else- open to characters but wants Gojo, Megumi, Hisoka and Atsushi

Haikyuu characters noticing reader stopped wearing their ring (angst to comfort- everything's fine at the end) any characters + Ushijima and Kuroo

1A boys when the reader proposes to them

1A boys reacting to reader watching a wedding scene and saying 'that's going to be us someday?'

Gojo reacting to reader looking starstrucked by a wedding dress they see while shopping

BSD characters reacting to reader casually saying they're going to marry them one day

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Game Status:

OPEN, Currently Writing Reqs

Requests Status:

21/30 Reqs, 6/21 Written

[airosuiren]

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔄𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔒𝔞𝔱𝔥

A/N: This chapter is about transformation. Not the gentle, hopeful kind. The kind born from cracked bones and clenched fists. The kind that turns grief into grit and betrayal into steel. [Y/N] isn’t chasing acceptance anymore. She’s choosing power. She’s choosing herself. And Karma? He’s been ready to follow her into the fire from day one. They aren’t heroes in capes. They’re ghosts, blades, wolves in the dark. And they don’t need anyone’s permission to change the world. This is what it looks like when the forgotten rewrite their fate.

(Many changes were made because this is a fanfic.... I needed to do these because of the plot. And as promised, 2 parts! )

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 1, 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 3, 𝔖𝔦𝔡𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯

The final year of middle school crept in quietly, dragging with it a sense of inevitable change.

For [Y/N] Midoriya, each day was another performance.

She smiled in the hallways. She nodded obediently in class. She sat at the dinner table at home, invisible, silent, a ghost sitting next to a golden child.

"Izuku, you’re doing so well," Inko gushed every night, her voice warm and overflowing.

When [Y/N] brought home a perfect report card, she received a distracted "Good job, sweetie," before Inko hurried back to praising Izuku’s doodles of hero costumes.

It stung less now.

Or maybe she had just gotten better at ignoring the sting.

After all, she had Karma.

And that was enough.

Until it wasn’t.

It happened on a humid Wednesday, the kind of day where the air felt sticky and wrong.

[Y/N] and Karma were walking home when they heard it.

A sharp cry.

Around the corner, four older students had a girl from Class 3-E backed against a wall, their voices low and threatening.

[Y/N] acted without thinking.

"Stop it," she said, stepping forward.

The boys turned, sneering.

"Buzz off, Midoriya," one of them snapped. "This isn't your business."

Karma cracked his knuckles lazily.

"Wrong," he said, flashing that infuriating, dangerous grin. "It just became our business."

The fight that followed wasn’t pretty.

But it was efficient.

[Y/N] didn't use her quirk. Neither did Karma.

They didn't have to.

When it ended, the bullies were groaning on the ground, and the girl had fled in terror.

[Y/N] wiped blood from her knuckles, heart pounding, adrenaline buzzing under her skin.

Karma clapped her on the back, laughing.

"See?" he said. "Told you. Wild."

[Y/N] smiled—a real, sharp smile—and for the first time, she felt it.

Power.

Real power.

The school did not see it that way.

They called her mother.

Inko sat stiffly in the principal's office, listening as the staff explained in hushed, horrified voices about [Y/N]'s "violent tendencies."

"It’s unacceptable," one teacher said, shaking his head. "She's a danger to other students."

[Y/N] tried to explain. She tried to tell them about the girl, about the bullies, about how they hadn't even used their quirks.

But no one listened.

They had already decided.

Suspension.

Mandatory transfer to Class 3-E—the "End Class," where all the failures and troublemakers went.

[Y/N] glanced at Karma beside her, who only shrugged and smiled like it was the best news he'd heard all week.

Maybe it was.

The ride home was silent.

[Y/N] sat in the backseat, clutching her backpack like a shield.

When they got home, Inko turned on her immediately.

"How could you do this to us?" she demanded, voice shaking. "How could you embarrass your brother like this?"

[Y/N] flinched.

"I was helping someone," she said quietly.

"You should have gotten a teacher!" Inko snapped. "You're not some thug!"

The door opened, and Izuku stepped inside, backpack slung over one shoulder.

Inko immediately launched into the story, painting [Y/N] as the villain.

Izuku frowned.

"[Y/N]...you should’ve gone to a teacher," he said, voice uncertain.

[Y/N] stared at him.

"They wouldn't have done anything," she said, struggling to keep her voice steady. "They never do."

She reached out, desperate for him to understand, to see her.

But he stepped back, his expression closing off.

"Violence isn't the answer," he said.

Inko nodded approvingly.

[Y/N] dropped her hand.

Something inside her cracked.

They called her a villain.

A troublemaker.

A disappointment.

And something inside [Y/N] Midoriya—something fragile and small—shattered beyond repair.

That night, she packed a small bag.

She didn’t cry.

She didn’t leave a note.

She simply climbed out her window, dropped silently to the ground, and ran.

Karma was waiting.

Of course he was.

He took one look at her face, her hollow eyes, and slung his arm around her shoulders.

"Took you long enough," he said lightly.

She didn't answer.

Didn't have to.

Together, they walked into the night.

Away from the house that had never really been home.

Toward something new.

Toward freedom.

Moving in with Karma wasn’t official, at first.

His parents—absent, distracted—barely noticed.

Karma’s apartment became their headquarters. Their sanctuary.

No more pretending.

No more silence.

Karma gave her space when she needed it, jokes when she wanted them, and quiet support when she didn't know what she needed at all.

Slowly, carefully, [Y/N] began to rebuild herself.

Not the girl Inko wanted.

Not the sister Izuku needed.

Someone new.

Someone sharp.

Someone strong.

The first day she walked into Class 3-E, heads turned.

Whispers rippled through the classroom.

"That's Midoriya..."

"I heard she got into a fight..."

"Karma's friend."

[Y/N] ignored them all.

She slid into her seat beside Karma, who tossed her a lazy grin.

"Ready to cause some chaos?" he asked.

She smiled back—sharp and dangerous.

"Always."

And just like that, the girl who stayed silent was no more.

In her place stood something new.

Something wild.

Something unstoppable.

A villain, they had called her.

Maybe they were right.

But if she was a villain, she would be the one they regretted creating.

The villain who smiled.

The End Class wasn't what [Y/N] Midoriya expected.

She had heard the rumors: the rejects, the failures, the hopeless cases shoved into a crumbling building at the edge of campus to rot until graduation. Teachers who didn't care. Students who didn't try.

She had expected hostility, or maybe worse, indifference.

What she found instead was chaos.

And for the first time in a long time, she felt like she belonged.

Class 3-E was a mess of personalities.

Loud, reckless, stubborn—but alive.

Nobody pretended here. Nobody wore masks.

[Y/N] liked that.

She slipped into the flow quickly, Karma at her side like always, effortlessly dragging her into the heart of the madness.

Nagisa Shiota welcomed her with a shy smile.

Kaede Kayano plopped down beside her at lunch and started babbling about favorite foods.

Even the sharp-tongued Rio Nakamura winked and said, "Any friend of Karma's is a friend of mine."

It was messy. It was noisy.

It was home.

And then there was Koro-sensei.

The infamous, unkillable teacher.

[Y/N] had expected a monster.

What she found was a giant yellow octopus with a beaming smile and a weird obsession with sweets.

It should have been ridiculous.

It should have made her laugh.

Instead, it made her wary.

Because Koro-sensei wasn't just fast.

He was smart.

And he saw through people like glass.

"Welcome to End Class, Midoriya-san!" he boomed on her first day, practically vibrating with excitement. "I look forward to seeing your growth this year!"

[Y/N] bowed politely, murmuring thanks.

Karma snickered behind her.

She elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

Assassination training started immediately.

It was strange, at first.

Learning how to aim, how to move silently, how to think like a predator.

But [Y/N] adapted quickly.

She had been learning to survive her entire life.

This was just the next step.

Kasuma-sensei, their combat instructor, was a different kind of teacher.

Strict. Sharp. Honest.

He didn't coddle them. He didn't lie to them.

When [Y/N] hesitated during a knife drill, he didn't scold her.

He just said, "If you hesitate in the field, you die."

Simple. Brutal. True.

[Y/N] respected that.

She threw herself into training with a hunger she hadn't realized she possessed.

Karma matched her, step for step, grin for grin.

Together, they rose quickly through the ranks of 3-E.

Together, they became feared.

Not because they were cruel.

But because they were relentless.

Because they refused to break.

The others noticed.

Nagisa started partnering with [Y/N] during practice missions.

Kayano dragged her into prank wars against the other classes.

Even the stoic Ritsu—the AI installed in the classroom—offered her custom-tailored study programs with a cheerful, "I have calculated a 97% success rate for Midoriya-san's improvement!"

[Y/N] smiled more.

Laughed more.

Lived more.

One night, sitting on the roof of the dorm building, she turned to Karma.

"I think..." she said slowly, "I think I'm happy."

Karma tilted his head, considering.

"Yeah," he said. "Me too."

He bumped his shoulder against hers.

She bumped him back.

And for once, the silence between them wasn't heavy.

It was warm.

Safe.

The assassination attempts against Koro-sensei grew more elaborate.

Traps, ambushes, coordinated attacks.

Sometimes they failed spectacularly.

Sometimes they almost succeeded.

Koro-sensei always laughed, always encouraged them to try again.

But every time [Y/N] watched him dodge and deflect with impossible speed, she felt a gnawing sensation in her chest.

Because she knew.

Koro-sensei wasn't just teaching them how to kill.

He was teaching them how to live.

How to fight for themselves.

How to believe they mattered.

And when the time came, when they finally succeeded...

It would break her heart.

But she would do it.

Because she had to.

Because he deserved that much.

Because he believed in her when no one else did.

Months blurred by.

Seasons changed again.

[Y/N] grew stronger, faster, sharper.

Her control over Arcadia deepened in secret.

Late at night, when everyone else slept, she practiced on the cliffs behind the school.

Calling the wind to lift her.

Shaping water into blades.

Forging fire into chains.

She trained until her body ached, until her vision blurred.

And Karma was always there, lounging nearby, tossing pebbles into the sea, pretending not to watch her with quiet pride.

When the final exams came, they faced real enemies.

Professional assassins.

Villains.

Killers.

[Y/N] fought like a storm unleashed.

Karma fought like a wildfire.

Together, they tore through the opposition, leaving broken weapons and stunned foes in their wake.

By the time the dust settled, only three students stood above the rest.

Nagisa Shiota.

Karma Akabane.

And [Y/N] Midoriya.

They were awarded their assassination licenses in a private ceremony, away from prying eyes.

Kasuma-sensei presented them personally, his normally grim face soft with something like pride.

"You've earned this," he said simply.

[Y/N] accepted the heavy, cold badge with trembling hands.

Not because she doubted herself.

But because for the first time, she was being seen.

Truly seen.

Not as a disappointment.

Not as a burden.

As a warrior.

As a force.

As herself.

Afterward, they celebrated.

A bonfire on the cliffs.

Music crackling from cheap speakers.

Laughter echoing into the night.

Karma dragged her into a clumsy dance around the fire, both of them tripping over their own feet and laughing until they collapsed into the grass.

Under the stars, Karma pulled something from his pocket.

A ring.

Simple.

Unadorned.

But heavy with meaning.

"It's not... y'know... a proposal or anything," he said quickly, cheeks red. "It's a promise."

[Y/N] stared at him, heart hammering.

"A promise?" she echoed.

Karma nodded.

"That no matter what happens, no matter where we end up..." he said, voice rough, "we stick together."

[Y/N] swallowed hard.

Tears pricked her eyes.

She held out her hand.

Karma slid the ring onto her finger, clumsy and careful.

"Partners," he said.

"Best friends," she agreed.

But somewhere deep inside, [Y/N] knew it was more than that.

And judging by the way Karma smiled—soft, real, rare—she knew he knew it too.

The final semester raced toward them like a freight train.

The government intensified its pressure.

They had to kill Koro-sensei.

They had to.

[Y/N] hated it.

She loved him.

He was the first real teacher she’d ever had.

But she would do it.

Because he asked them to.

Because he believed they could.

And when the final moment came—when Koro-sensei knelt before them, smiling, proud—[Y/N] didn't hesitate.

She fired with the rest of the class.

And when the deed was done, when the sky cracked open with grief, she held Karma's hand so tightly her knuckles turned white.

They wept.

They laughed.

They remembered.

And when they stood again, they stood taller.

Stronger.

Unbreakable.

Graduation came with no fanfare.

No applause.

Just a quiet walk down the mountain, leaving behind the place where they had been forged.

[Y/N] glanced back only once.

At the ruins of the classroom.

At the memories carved into the wood and stone.

And then she faced forward.

Toward the future.

Toward the unknown.

Toward a world that had no idea what was coming.

Because [Y/N] Midoriya wasn't a background character anymore.

She was a force of nature.

And she was just getting started.

Training didn't stop after graduation.

If anything, it intensified.

[Y/N] Midoriya and Karma Akabane didn't get to drift into a peaceful summer of freedom. Kasuma-sensei made sure of that.

"You're not children anymore," he said, arms folded as he addressed them outside a private facility hidden deep within the mountains. "You have licenses. You have responsibility."

[Y/N] tightened her grip on the strap of her duffel bag. She understood. This wasn't school anymore. This was survival.

The facility was a maze of obstacle courses, simulated urban warfare zones, target ranges, and sparring arenas. They lived, breathed, and bled training for weeks.

Their schedule was brutal:

Dawn combat drills.

Midday quirk training.

Evening strategy simulations.

Midnight endurance tests.

Sleep was a privilege, not a guarantee.

Karma loved it.

[Y/N] thrived in it.

They pushed each other past limits they hadn't even known they had. Arcadia evolved rapidly under pressure—[Y/N] could now weave earth shields mid-sprint, summon lightning strikes with pinpoint precision, and freeze enemies in place with a snap of her fingers.

Karma’s control over his thermal fields became terrifying. He could flash-freeze a path across a lake and superheat a steel wall to glowing red in seconds. His ambushes became lethal art.

Together, they became a storm.

An unstoppable force.

"You two are monsters," Nagisa joked one evening, dropping onto the bench beside them during a rare break.

[Y/N] shrugged, sipping water.

"We had good teachers," she said simply.

Karma grinned, slinging an arm casually over her shoulders. "And better instincts."

Kasuma watched them with an inscrutable expression.

One night, after a particularly brutal sparring match that left the practice field scorched and frozen in equal parts, he called them into his office.

The room was bare, functional—a desk, two chairs, a wall covered in maps.

Kasuma didn't waste time.

"You're ready," he said.

[Y/N] straightened.

"For what?" Karma asked lazily, though his golden eyes sharpened.

Kasuma slid two folders across the desk.

"Field assignments. Real ones."

[Y/N] felt her heartbeat quicken.

This was it.

No more simulations.

No more practice.

Real targets. Real danger.

Real consequences.

Kasuma leaned forward, his voice low and serious.

"Remember your rules: Protect the innocent. Neutralize threats. Minimize collateral. And above all—trust each other."

They nodded.

Trust wasn't even a question.

They had been trusting each other with their lives for years.

Their first assignment took them to Yokohama.

A corrupt businessman with ties to underground trafficking.

The mission was simple:

Infiltrate. Gather intel. Disable.

Assassination was a last resort—only if capture was impossible.

[Y/N] and Karma planned meticulously.

Stakeouts.

Blueprint studies.

Behavioral analysis.

When the night came, they moved like shadows.

[Y/N] manipulated mist to cover their approach, while Karma destabilized security systems with sudden thermal surges.

They slipped inside the compound without a sound.

The guards never stood a chance.

In the end, they didn’t have to kill.

The target surrendered when [Y/N] cracked the marble floor beneath his feet and Karma made the air so hot he could barely breathe.

They extracted him cleanly, disappearing into the night before authorities arrived to "discover" the evidence they had carefully planted.

Mission: Success.

Kasuma debriefed them over coffee at a rundown diner.

"Textbook operation," he said, tapping the table lightly. "Efficient. Clean."

[Y/N] felt pride swell in her chest.

Karma stole her toast when she wasn't looking.

She smacked his hand away, laughing.

For a moment, it felt almost normal.

Almost.

Their next missions came faster.

A rogue quirk-user creating blackouts across Tokyo.

A gang smuggling illegal support gear.

An arms dealer with political protection.

Each assignment grew harder.

Each victory sharpened them.

The media whispered about a new pair of heroes operating in the shadows—ghosts who saved lives without ever being seen.

[Y/N] and Karma didn’t seek the spotlight.

They didn’t need it.

They had each other.

They had their purpose.

And they had their promise.

But not every mission ended cleanly.

One night, a routine surveillance turned into a firefight when a villain group ambushed them.

[Y/N] unleashed a wave of lightning, freezing the battlefield in a moment of stunned silence.

Karma followed with a blast of superheated wind, scattering their enemies like leaves.

But even as they fought, [Y/N] realized something chilling.

They weren’t scared anymore.

They weren’t hesitating.

They were efficient.

Deadly.

Professional.

She didn't know whether to be proud or terrified.

Afterward, sitting on the rooftop of an abandoned building, [Y/N] stared up at the stars.

"Are we still the good guys?" she asked quietly.

Karma leaned back on his elbows, considering.

"We’re the ones protecting people," he said finally. "Even if they don't know it."

[Y/N] nodded slowly.

It was enough.

For now.

The weeks blurred into each other.

Training.

Missions.

Recovery.

Repeat.

Kasuma pushed them harder.

The world grew darker.

Villains grew bolder.

The League of Villains rose in whispers, a storm gathering on the horizon.

And through it all, [Y/N] and Karma stood together, unyielding.

On their last night at the training facility, before they were reassigned to new posts, Kasuma called them in one final time.

"You’re not students anymore," he said.

[Y/N] straightened.

Karma grinned lazily.

"You're operatives," Kasuma continued. "And more than that—you're a team."

He handed them new badges.

Official.

Permanent.

Heroes.

But heroes built in blood and shadows, not in the gleaming spotlight of agencies.

"Stay sharp," Kasuma said, his voice rough.

"Stay alive."

They saluted him without thinking.

Kasuma smiled—small, proud, bittersweet.

And then he was gone.

[Y/N] and Karma stood outside under the endless sky, badges gleaming under the stars.

"Well," Karma said, bumping her shoulder. "Ready to save the world?"

[Y/N] smiled—sharp, fearless.

"Ready to burn it down if we have to."

Karma laughed, the sound wild and bright.

"That's my girl."

He held out his hand.

She took it.

And together, they stepped into the future.

Partners.

Best friends.

Unbreakable

A/N: They started as outcasts. As kids who flinched before they fought. Now? They don’t flinch. They end the fight. [Y/N] Midoriya isn’t the sister in the shadows anymore. She’s a storm wrapped in scars and loyalty. Karma isn’t her shield — he’s her reflection. Her flame. Her equal. They made a promise. And they meant it. Wherever this path leads next — whether into battle, ruin, or revolution — they’re walking it together. Because the world doesn’t get to define them anymore. They define themselves. And they don’t miss.

—Your author, still screaming about rooftop blood vows and shadow-born heroes🩸👣

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Who I write for and what I write

Hello, all of you! I am finally revamping this old post of mine. Mainly because I have grown as a writer and it is time I expanded my writing options. I have grown as a writer and am proud of where I am. Some of my old fanfictions weren’t the best, but we all gained experience. 

So before I start, please enjoy it all. I don’t tolerate hate speech, and I do not tolerate minors reading my stories. I am purely an adult content type of writer. It is what I specialize in, and I request that no minors interact with my account. 

Sit back and relax while you read this to see what I write and how far I am willing to go. But I sometimes don’t update this, so ask if I am a part of a fandom or not. I most likely am! So if you are free, check out the About Me page to get to know your writer!

What I Write

I take mostly X readers (I am down for any gender; I am a cis female with female pronouns, so I write mainly for fem readers but am willing to do more).

I mainly write NSFW and enjoy writing it the most!

I write AU (any type really; I love tropes, so AU helps).

Head Cannons (I started off as a Head Cannons writer and haven't touched one of these in some time.)

Fandoms I Write For

One Piece

SK8 the Infinity

Resident Evil

Zelda

My Hero Academia

High Rise Invasion

Demon Slayer

Assassin’s Creed

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kuroko No Basket

Haikyuu

Obey Me (Game)

Mystic Messenger

Hunter x Hunter

Black Butler

Genshin Impact

How to Keep a Mummy

Naruto

Bungou Stray Dogs

Attack On Titan

Assassination Classroom

Death Note

Sailor Moon

Castlevania

Tokyo Revengers

Fire Force

Cowboy Bebop

Hellsing

Real Life Fandoms I Write For

Formula 1

Soccer (La Liga and Premier League and World Cup)

I enjoy greatly writing, and it is a hobby. I understand you may request it, but there is no guarantee I will write since I do have a job. I just entered a long, four-year program for my career and will have to focus on that. I must state that as well. I won't write for minor characters unless they are older. So please, when you ask for a minor character, specify that they are aged up in this scenario, or I will finally ignore it. 

Grab a cup of tea and read my fics, ya'll, and thank you so much for the support. I cannot believe I have such an amazing fanbase for my writing, and I love you all for that. 

[seoups]

your fav anime characters?

more like, your fav jjk characters???! please list them out!!

oh my god wait this is such a good question bc i've literally never thought about it until now.

for like.... fav anime characters ever (not including jjk): -usui (maid sama) -denki (even tho i dont write for bnha anymore, i still love this man with my whole heart) -tamaki (ohshc) -kyoya (ohshc) -hori (horimiya) -reki (sk8) -chuuya (bsd) -lloyd (spyxfamily) -karma (ass class)

and for jjk: -gojo -inumaki -megumi -maki

im gonna add characters i fucking hate: -deku.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Helping S/O with their transition

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Isogai, Ibuki, Haruhi, Nejire, Marin ]

[ Assassination Classroom ][ Goodbye Despair ] [ Ouran High School Host Club ] [ My hero academia ] [ My Dress-Up Darling ]

× In this reader is coming out as transgender but I didn't specify for what gender so is gender neutral

I just realice that in this all of them are girls except for Isogai haha sorry?

Anyway, I loved this idea and had a lot of fun writing this ❤️💙 hope you like it as much as I did!!

Yuma Isogai

When Isogai falls in love he does in a really affectionate and innocent way, he is open whit his love but not too much, he doesn't want to be pushy or anything, however when you two become a couple he becomes even more affectionate, pretty open whit his love and showing it by diferent ways, you are always in his mind

Isogai isn't much of nicknames but if you like them he gladly call you with one, most of the time he just calls you love but there are times where he is more romantic and calls you in more romantic ways, as well he is constantly showering you with compliments and words of affirmation (is something natural on him), most of them normally are more neutral but sometimes are related to your gender

Isogai is really observant and perseptive, it won't take him much time to notice whenever you feel uncomfortable when someone emphasizes your gender or even your pronouns, when he does notice it he will try to avoid it as much as he can and will try to pay atention your reaction about that, he isn't going to ask you right away but he is putting a lot of attention to you to try to get more information

At some point he will like to talk about this with you, specially when he sees how much this affect you or upsed you, Isogai will try to make time in his busy agenda to talk about it because he want to make sure you two will have as much time as you can to talk about it and want to make sure he will be able to put his full attention to you, still if it is you the one who approach to him one day and tell him he will do his best to take some time to talk about this

The moment you open up and tell him that you are transgender he understand right away what are you talking about (there is a chance that he had already had read about the topic before) and yet he will let you tell him all you want about it, as well he will asking you more about it (as long as you are willing to share it with him), he wants to make sure to know what pronouns you prefer and all that kind of stuff to call you the right way

Isogai is really supportive over you and he doesn't hide it, not just with your gender but with whatever you want to do, he is always cheering you so with this isn't going to be different, even if you one day find out that this gender doesn't fit you anymore or find another gender with which you feel more identified he will be there to support you with all the love of the world

It doesn't take him long to get used to use your correct pronouns and name (in case you want to change it), it isn't really probably that he will call you by the wrong way but if it happens he is quickly to apologize and try to explain himself (maybe he was too stressed or too distracted). He will help you explain this to the rest of your classmates if you want and is always willing to defend you in case someone calls you by the wrong way (without violence, of course) but if you want to keep it as a secret for now he completely respect your choise

Also, his family is everything for him so he really wants for you to get along with his little siblings, that is why he will try his best to explain the situation to them too and ask them to call you with the correct pronouns and name

Isogai has an amazing sense of fashion so he will be completely willing and even happy to help you change your style to one more comfortable for you if you want, he is actually of great help when it comes to help you find a new style with which you could feel more like yourself. Isogai isn't rich or anything but he will be saving some money so he will be able to gift you something that goes more with your new style

If you ever feel dysphoria Isogai tries to comfort you with a lot of love and reasurance that the gender you identify is your true gender, and even when your body is diferent at that gender that will never change his feelings for you

Ibuki Mioda

Ibuki is rather open with her love, even before start dating she is really open with the feeling she holds for you and is rather clingy, when you two start dating she becomes even more clingy and affectionate

Ibuki doesn't see a point in hiding her feeling so she is always being physicaly affectionate and calling you by the more extravagant and sweet nicknames she can ever think on, and she has a lot of nicknames name for you is rare for her to call you the same twice in a row, as well she is constantly complimenting you for little things, sometimes her nicknames and compliments goes related to your gender but it isn't always

It isn't probably that Ibuki noticed that you are uncomfortable when someone emphasizes your gender, Ibuki notice that you seem upset or uncomfortable but more than trying to find out why she prefer to try and cheer you up, Ibuki knows that some things can make you sad but you have her, she says that when you can't smile she will do it for you!

The moment you open up to Ibuki about being transgender she takes a moment to fully process it and think about it before smiling widely at you, saying that is she completely okay with it! Ibuki promise that the fact that your gender is diferent as the one she thought doesn't change her feelings, she will continue loving you even if one day you wake up being a worm (a weird reasurance but she say it from the bottom of her heart)

Also, she say to herself that if your gender is diferent she has to start calling you by other pronouns before asking you the correct ones, it doesn't take her much time to get used to use your new pronouns, it would be almost imposible for her to use the wrong pronouns again. As well, if she has nicknames that were related to your gender she immediatly change those, is rare for Ibuki to call you by your name but if you had change it she will be calling by your new more often just to show how much she love it

If someone mistake you or even call you the wrong way on purpose she can either call them silly for mistaking you before correct them with a smile or gasp dramaticly saying that the poor person is confused because you aren't obviously of that gender

Ibuki won't let you feel any kind of dysphoria, even without being that her intention, Ibuki is constantly complimenting you so it becomes common for her to compliment your body too (not exactly in a sexual way), saying that your body is perfect in Ibuki's eyes and that even if your body isn't like the others people of your gender is still really femenine/masculine for her (depending on your gender), she gives you a lot of reasurance without noticing (or maybe she knows and do it on purpose, who knows). And if that isn't enough she will write a song (or maybe many songs) about you, about how much she loves you, about being transgender, about how you are perfect just the way you are, and so on

Ibuki's style is pretty wild and fits her personality, still she is totally willing to accompany you and help you find a new style that fits you more, she wants for you to just be yourself and express yourself freely with your clothes too but if you want to care a little more about the fashion she can ask her friends too

Haruhi Fujioka

It take Haruhi a while to notice her feelings towards you and when she does she doesn't really hides them much, even before start dating she never had much troubles with admiting them, once in the relasionship she start to show it a little more

Haruhi isn't the most affectionate in the world but she is always showing her love for you in different ways, she isn't much of using cute nicknames (and when she does is something more simple and neutral)

Haruhi isn't really observant but she is perceptive, there are time were she easily notice little things of others and other times when she is completely clueless, however when is something that is important for her is more probably that she will know, that is why it won't take her much before realicing that you have some troubles when it comes to phrases that emphasize your gender and yet she will just asume that is something you aren't too comfortable with

She may or may not ask you about it, but even if she ask you she will more focused on just confirming it, like asking you if that makes you uncomfortable or that is something you don't like, aside from that is more likely that Haruhi doesn't talk much about the topic and just respect it. Also, after realicing this she will be a little more careful with her words to avoid saying things that would make you uncomfortable, and while trying to avoid that is when she start to realice that there are more things that seem to make you uncomfortable or irritated you, such as pronouns or maybe even your name. Haruhi doesn't want to invade to privacy or seem pushy but since this seems something more deep she decide to ask you about it directly

Haruhi will try to sit down to talk about this and yet she does it pretty casually, even if you haven't understood your own feelings yet she is completely willing to help you figurate out. When you come out as being transgender Haruhi ask you twice just to make sure she understand it right before smiling at you and continue the conversation, saying that is alright and imediatly start refering to you with the right pronouns

Haruhi is completely supportive over you, it isn't something new for her since her father tent to dress up a woman for work, so she has no problem with getting used to use your right pronouns, also as time pass by she will knows if there are other things she will have to change too, like a nickname or something like that, if that is the case she makes sure to imediatly change it

Haruhi doesn't make a big deal over it but is willing to talk about it again if you want, if you need comfort or feel any kind of dysphoria she is quickly to asure you that you aren't wrong for being the way you are and that she sees you and completely accept you with your true gender, the fact that you had born with a body with a gender that doesn't fit you doesn't change the way she feels about you

Haruhi isn't the best when it comes to fashion or anything and yet she will be willing to make you company if you want to buy new clothes with ones that you will feel more comfortable with. Is more likely that her father or even the other hosts of the club will be able to actually help you making your new style but that could easy come into a mess pretty quickly

However, if you prefer to keep it as a secret for a while, because you feel anxious or aren't ready to open up to the rest she will respect your decision and help you with it too

Nejire Hado

Nejire is really open with the love she has for you even before start dating, still the moment you two start a relasionship she become even more clingy and affectionate

Nejire is constantly giving you compliments and calling you by sweet nicknames, some of them are obviouly related to your gender, she won't really realice that you don't like much the ones that are related to the gender you were born with and if you ask her to please don't call you that she will stop, but not before asking you why out of curiosity (is okay if you don't want to explain her right away, she will stop doing it anyways)

She slowly noticed little thingsfor example that you prefer clothes that are most common for the oposite gender, how you style your hair or even your make up, she mostly asume that is just your style or is how you like to dress and she compliments it, even saying that it fits you really well

As well, at some point she start noticed how you see uncomfortable or troubled whit certain words or expressions, like the pronouns, when someone point out your gender or even with your name and she is imediatly worried, Nejire tries her best to wait until you two have some time in private to ask you about it (she is worried and curious but she doesn't want to risk talk about something you probably prefer to keep to yourself)

Is up to you if you to tell her in that moment or wait, but the moment you finally open up to her about being transgender she look at you for a moment processing what you had say before asking you if that means that you are the opposite gender of the one she always thought, she completely understand that you had born with a gender that doesn't fit you and that you identify as other gender and yet she apologize for calling you with the wrong pronouns all this time

Nejire is going to ask you a lot of things about the topic, how you found out, with which clothes you feel more comfortable, what pronouns you prefer, if you want to change your name, if the nicknames she has for you are okay, and so on, all her questions are a mix between her natural curiosity and wanting to know how she should refer to you (the way you won't feel uncomfortable)

After Nejire calms down with her curiousity her charming and loving side comes out again and shower you a lot of compliments that shows her fully support, compliments that now are retated to the gender you feel identify with, your true gender

It would be really rare for Nejire to accidentally talk to you with the wrong pronouns or your dead name, and she always stands up for you when someone mistake you with the wrong gender, calling them silly and saying that you aren't obviously of that gender (even if you are non binary or haven't changed much your style)

Also is probably the one bringing the idea of buying you new clothes and accessories that fit you more, for your true gender and for your comfort. Nejire has a really good sense of fashion and she will be the one insisting for you to try in differents outfits that she choose for you and with you. Its probably, if you let her, that she will invite Mirio and Tamaki with you too (specially if your gender is more near to being male, like if you could use more the fashion advice of man to man)

If you ever feel dysphoria Nejire is quickly to take the situation in her hands, she approach the problem with a lot of compliments and affection, and if that isn't enough she will asking your friends and the people who support you for positive comments for you

Marin Kitagawa

Marin, despite being really flustered by it, she has always being open with her love, it took her a while to noticed her feelings but when she does she feels flustered but excited for them, when you two start dating she start to be completely affectionate

Marin want to do all kind of romantic stuff with you, and in that is included calling you by cute and cheesy nicknames, she calls you by nicknames that hold an special meaning for her (it also could be a nicknames she heard in one of her favorites animes)

She isn't the most observant or perceptive person in the world but soon or later she will notice how you seem uncomfortable when she or someone calls you by names that emphasizes your gender, she gets worried about this but just ask you if you don't like the nicknames or your name. Marin try to don't overthinking this but thanks to that first time she will start to notice more and more how uncomfortable you seem to be by pronouns or the gender

Marin want to talk about this with you, the more she notice it the more worried she is and yet she is worried about make you uncomfortable by bringing the topic, so for a while she will try to find out why is all of this, is that you don't like your name? maybe you have self-esteem issues, or is that you don't feel girly/manly enough? do you want to change your style? Marin grows more and more worried and she doesn't get a conclusion with which she feel satisfied, so if you don't tell her what is happening to you she will end up asking you herself

When you finally open up with her about being transgender she takes a moment to think, she feels kinda dumb for not thinking on that before and even apologize for it, is probably that she already know about this for characters that cross dress or directly transgender characters in the anime so it doesn't take her much time before understand what you say or how you feel (and she will tell you about that characters as a way to try to reasure you that is more common of what you think), still she ask you twice about your gender to make sure she understand it right

Marin is completely supportive over you and is overjoyed that you trust her enough to share this with her, it will take her a while to get used to use your correct pronouns and new name (if you change it) but she tries her best, sometimes she calls you by the wrong pronouns because she isn't fully used to it yet but when she notice what she had done she deeply apologize (a bit exaggerated too)

Marin is constantly complimenting you and emphasizing your gender (your true gender) as a way to showing her support and love towards you, specially if you ever feel dysphoria, it hurts her seeing you suffering for having a body with the wrong gender so she quickly tells you how much he loves you and how in her eyes you are perfect

Even when Marin has a part-time work as a model her sense on fashion it isn't the best, she will try to help you with your new style (and even buy you some new clothes and accessories as a gift to show her support) but the problem is that not matter what you dress she still thinks that everything it looks amazing on you so she isn't the best to help you choose new clothes (he may ask some of her co-workers for advice for you if she feels like it would help you)

If someone ever calls you by the wrong way it would depend, if the person just mistake you she will correct the person with a nervous smile, but if that person did it on purpose she will be mad and will scold that person (she can be intimidating when she wants)

[cocktailjjrs]

So anyone ever just....

To get motivation to be creative - watch or read a anime/manga (again!) - one that you've watched or read multiple time till the point to having it memorized to a T?

Anyone? No?

Only me? Okay