#atsutomu

[saltysaccharin]

Happiness

— [ELYSIUM] {SEMI-CANON}

• characters :: ryouga atsumu ft. the other ryougas

• content :: the family‼️, angst, sibling shenanigans, atsumu being lonely on his 22nd birthday because he's just like that

• warnings :: no comfort (kinda?)

prompt / synopsis :: a birthday

word count :: 1.1k

a/n :: THIS IS LATE ACTUALLY his birthday was on the 3rd but i fucking forgot like the dumbass i am but it's okay because i churned out this thing last night and am still working on art thing so HOORAY ATSUMU BDAY WEEK (accidental)‼️

HAPPY NEW YEAR‼️‼️

"Ugh, Atsu-nii, what's the matter with you?" Kairo huffed, propping his head up onto his palm, "Don't you ever stop working?"

Atsumu scoffed jovially and rolled his eyes, skimming over the stack of papers he held. "I started working when you were two, like hell I'd give up my momentum now— Hey! Teruko!"

Atsumu's frown went ignored by the young woman who'd snatched the documents out of her older brother's hands, simply sticking her tongue out childishly at him as she brandished her winnings.

"I need those. Give them back." The doctor glowered from the kitchen bar.

"Nope. You shouldn't be working today, and you won't be," Teruko replied with a sneer, "I'll give them back tomorrow! Don't be mad at me!" She hummed before sashaying away with the files.

The twitch of Atsumu's eye got a snicker from Kairo, further vexing the former. "Oh, fuck off. You guys have been in cahoots since forever."

Kairo shrugged, "So sorry, doctor, but I do hope you won't be using such vulgar language around Mama later." He jabbed, settling down not long after. After a moment, he tapped his fingers along the quartz finish of the table in thought as he turned back to Atsumu, "D'you think Dad'll come?" His voice significantly lowered in volume with the question.

With a heavy sigh, Atsumu rubbed his temples to dramatically emphasize his stance on the subject. "Who knows? Old man's too busy doing.. whatever he does to have time for his family. Guess I got that part right, at least," His jest fell a bit flat, only getting a disheartened nod from the brother. Atsumu shook his head, quickly changing the subject. "Where did the twins and Mito go off to? I haven't seen them since you five showed up on my doorstep."

"Oh, they went to the local minimart to get a couple things. Y'know, since you city folks have some real good stuff over here—"

"They went where? Kai, this building already has its own convenience store on the first floor."

"I knew that— Well..." An anxious chuckle left Kairo's lips as he scratched the back of his head, "I'm not sure if they did..."

Luckily for him, Teruko waltzed back into the kitchen, inadvertently saving her younger brother from the older's exasperation.

"Hey, Atsu-nii," She called out, pointing her thumb over her shoulder toward the corridor leading to the bedrooms, "Saw your room, saw the guest rooms — they're too good to be true by the way — but whose is the, uh..." Teruko trailed off, gently knocking on her forehead a few times to reorganize her thoughts. She snapped her fingers, "The room with the geeky stuff and the dog bed."

Kairo snorted, "The room with the geeky stuff?" He repeated in disbelief, straightening up in his seat before hopping off of the chair, "This, I've got to see!"

"HEY, NO NO NO—" Atsumu flushed, instantly chasing after his two siblings down the hall while they giggled mischievously. "That's not mine, stay out of there! Tch, you two never change!" He groaned, slowing down once they had already slipped past the door frame.

He put his hands on his hips in an attempt to look disappointed, imitating their mother subconsciously. The stupid grins on his sister and brother's faces warranted an irritated huff to come out of his nose.

"I didn't know you had a roommate," Kairo questioned, facing Atsumu suspiciously, "You definitely don't seem like the type..."

Meanwhile, Teruko deadpanned, "It is a mess in here. But Kairo's right; how come you've never let us stay for more than a couple weeks but then suddenly you just let some person actually live with you? Favoritism."

Rolling his eyes, Atsumu ushered them out of the room. "No need to be jealous of a complete stranger, my irreplaceable little sister," He muttered sarcastically, closing the door behind them, "Today, I've been reserved for my blood-related family, and so you guys will unfortunately not be meeting my boyfriend until much later. Thank you for understanding."

"Your HUH?" Both Teruko and Kairo exclaimed loudly, Atsumu making a displeased face in response.

"Jeez, if I didn't know any better I'd say you two were the twins in this family..."

As if speaking of the devils would summon them, the penthouse elevator dinged before the doors parted to reveal a duo of identical teenage girls with a smaller boy in tow. Behind them stood a woman well into her forties, her dark brown hair the closest shade to Atsumu's than those of the other Ryouga children.

One of the twins cheered, lifting a plastic bag to the air in celebration, "Guess who we ran into in the lobby!"

"You're back," Teruko observed, before lighting up upon seeing her mother accompanying them. "Ah, Mama! You made it!" She chirped merrily, skipping over to the group by the elevator, soon followed by Kairo.

Atsumu lagged behind, however, making no move to greet the rest of his family. He looked on with a soft, lopsided smile — they really did appear to be just an ordinary, happy.. well, family.

Eventually, the older woman approached him, an undeniable gentleness in her aura as she reached out to pat his head. Atsumu was taller than her, but he felt like a child in her bearings. He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye for some reason, despite not having done anything worth a reprimanding.

The woman hummed, giving him a closed-eye smile, "Don't have anything to say to your mother, Atsumu?" Her question playful in nature.

"...Hi, Mama." Atsumu spoke, uncharacteristically timid.

"Unhappy to see me?"

"No, nothing like that, I'm just," He stammered, "Mm. Yeah."

His mother giggled, ruffling his hair. Normally, he'd snap and whine and do his best to salvage what little style was left of it, but he found himself to be suddenly eleven again. He did not spare a quiet groan, though, a smile creeping up toward his face.

"Happy birthday, my little doctor," She sighed contentedly, taking her son into a tender hug, "You did such a good job for yourself."

Ryouga blinked away the fantasy, shaking his head to rid of any leftover thoughts. The sigh he let out was nearly inaudible, yet the air still disturbed the small flame on the wick of a small candle placed into a small cupcake.

He hovered over it, a blank look in his eyes. What to wish for, he mused half-heartedly. It was rather absurd how he insisted on genuinely mulling it over, even though all of his wishes had already come true.

Well, a new one wouldn't hurt, right?

A single blow put out the only light in his ever-empty penthouse without much of a struggle.

[saltysaccharin]

9 People You'd Like to Get to Know Better

GASP I GOT TAGGED FOR ONE OF THOSE TUMBLR TAG GAME THINGS RARARRARA (help) HOW EXCITING‼️

I hope I'm doing this right

1. Three Ships

Levi don't expose your super-secret rarepair challenge (VERY DIFFICULT) but ANYWAY

Legally obligated to put AtsuTomu in here

I'm gonna say HaiKaveh I miss them

Sniff. I. I. I can't. I. I JUST. <INSERT RAREPAIR>

2. First Ever Ship

Girl how do I answer this when I was a very hateful child who despised every canon ship that graced my screen

Maybe let's not go that far back, uh let me see

Bro am I gonna fr say XiaoVen? I'm not even joking I just hated everything else that much and I grew up around proships all over so I think this is legitimately the first canon ship I ever enjoyed please help 😭😭😭

I'M NICER ABOUT CANONxCANON NOW I PROMISE

3. Last Song

The stupid PokéDance song (I was scrolling on TikTok)

4. Last Movie

Can't Help Falling in Love (2017)

Yes the KathNiel movie I know I'm horrifically late to the bandwagon but their movies are so fucking funny

5. Currently Reading

I refuse to actually open the books I have for bitter, personal reasons so I'm gonna drop the fic I desperately need to read the final chapter of:

Minutes to Midnight by Bacchant on AO3

6. Currently Watching

The entire Pokémon Journeys series 😔

Also The Office, Haikyuu, and whatever else I forgot about, but mainly Pokémon

7. Currently Consuming

Air. I haven't eaten LMAO

8. Currently Craving

RAREPAIR CONTENT 💥 GUZMA/FORTE CONTENT 💥 BAXIRO CONTENT 💥 CLEDIA CONTENT 💥 ELYSIUM CONTENT 💥

Then I remember that I'm the one fucking responsible for producing these

9. People to Tag

Jesus Christ help I don't know anyone on Tumblr UH UH UH

@mirifical-evenfall @trashbynn

Girl I wish I could summon 7 other people but this is the best I can do GOODBYE

9 people you’d like to get to know better

I got tagged by @cozymochi a bit ago and it's been on my mind so like lemme just do this reaaaaaal quick

tag!!

1. Three ships: Right now I'm stuck with OC/Canon ship! Myace (Mia/Ace), Spa/ce (Deuce/Grace), and Clara/Lilia ♥

2. First ever ship: Oooof, definitely Shadamy. Like, yeah I shipped Sonamy but nothing made me understand fanfiction and fanart and inmerse myself in my online habits like Shadamy.

3. Last song: I'm not even gonna pretend to lie because it's funny to be that Cozy was listening to the SA2 OST but like I've been jamming to my Sonic playlist too LMAO → Dreams of an Absolution by Bentley Jones

4. Last movie: Kung Fu Panda 2

5. Currently reading: A Court of Sugar and Spice by Rebecca F. Kenney but like I'm constatly reading fanfics like god i have read so many fanfics its insane

6. Currently watching: I've been keeping up to date with both The Apothecary Diaries and Mashle ! PLEASE WATCH MASHLE DO IT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU

7. Currently consuming: I just ate an empanadilla de pizza a bit ago, but lunch is in like 2 hours??? kjsagkjsg don't look at me for browsing tumblr while at work

8. Currently craving: to scream about my ocs in someone's dms and get actual feedback please i am clawing at the bars of my enclosure i am losing my mind

9 people to tag: @seareefer @a-mossball-with-a-pen @callimaria @m-i-n-a-m-i @femaletwstsupremacy @neige-leblanche @saint-garden @saltysaccharin

No obviously you don't have to do it, but like if you want to do it go ahead frfr!!

[saltysaccharin]

Bbg

— [ELYSIUM AU-ISH] {NONCANON}

• characters :: shigaraki tomura, ryouga atsumu, himegami kuroi, extras

• genre :: crack

• warnings :: written while high. not literally high bc drugs are bad kids but like high in spirit /ij none

prompt / synopsis :: "call him baby girl"

word count :: ~900

a/n :: i had SUCH a day today. very eventful /pos. i should be sleepimg bc i'm tired from said day but bro. smth took over. and i churned out like 900 somwthing words of utter stupidity.

dw, not canon to elysium at all bc. frankly it's TOO stupid to be 🫶

Himegami ordering Shigaraki Tomura to get an updated-daily social media account was supposed to be serious. He was supposed to upload short 'reports' on his life rooming with Apollo every day, not.. whatever this was.

"'Call him baby girl for me'? What the fuck?" Shigaraki barked out a laugh, muttering the comment aloud as he read it and clearly finding it entertaining rather than taking offense to it (as he definitely would have a year or two ago). "Fine. I need to find the fucker first, though."

The audio translated the shuffling off of a couch very well; he had been blessed with a really good phone model by the very person he was planning to make fun of. Oops. Hey, he had to give his audience something, didn't he?

Nice place.

holy shit its actually happening someone clip this quick

🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑

rly went 'bet' lol

Idk what y'all expected ofc he'd do it XD

Shocker, the symbol of fear has no fear?!?!?

Shigaraki casually walked through the spacious penthouse, still using the front camera as the Live continued. His watchers' expressions of disbelief and amusement flooded the chat as he continued his search for a certain doctor.

talk about upper-class

*whistles*

Do u guys need an extra roomie maybe?? 🥺

Address drop or no balls

where is that

Finally peeking his head and his camera around the master bedroom's doorway, the lens focused on his prey. There, sitting at his work desk, was Ryouga Atsumu — otherwise known as Doc Apollo — tinkering with a foldable bow. The brunet grunted ever so often every time he ran into a particularly frustrating component to calibrate.

it's a wild apollo!

Sexy Heroes in your area right now! Click the link: <https://www.insertcreativedomain.com/japan-no-2>

help mods theres a fucking bot

@/ERĀ Mod get the bot pls

Im jealous ngl how come u get to live w/ him :(

@/ERĀ sic it

THE SPAMBOT LOLOLOLOL

An especially impatient fan sent a Gift into the Live in an attempt to encourage Shigaraki. The loud notification from it managed to catch Ryouga's notice, dragging his attention from his weapon directly to Shigaraki.

"Oh, hey. Need anything?" Ryouga smiled softly as he spun his chair to face the correct direction. With a hum, he tilted his head before pointing at the phone in Shigaraki's hand, "Is it rolling? Daily check-in?" He asked curiously.

"It's live," Shigaraki replied, stepping out of the concealment of the doorway since he'd been discovered. He straightened his camera as well. "People are watching in real time."

Ryouga made an O with his mouth in understanding and nodded. "Right, yeah. Well, you know I don't involve myself much with social media, Shigaraki; I have a whole group of people running my account for me."

WHAT

omg he's a boomer in disguise. i knew no guy could be perfect </3

Was this not common knowledge?

knowing Apollo having a team just for managing his Tweetr made my fucking week

Send help

Shigaraki waved his free hand in dismissal, "Yeah, yeah, I know all that—" He paused, suddenly narrowing his eyes as he stared directly at the former, "—baby girl." Delivered with absolutely no shame, accompanied by a singular finger gun and a tongue click.

Ryouga only stared in response, seemingly frozen in time. Mouth slightly agape, he blinked twice, then a bunch more times in quick succession before leaning forward in his chair and shaking his head. He knitted his eyebrows as he squinted at Shigaraki for answers.

"Baby what?"

Shigaraki snickered as his focus transferred to the live chat, his thousand-or-so viewers currently blowing up the inbox at the speed of a bullet train. The number signifying how many people were watching went up a slight amount as more people joined the stream.

"Nonono, you listen here," Ryouga pushed himself up from his seat before marching toward Shigaraki, who watched him approach through the camera rather than directly with his own eyes. The red-eyed man only grinned as the doctor gave him an incredulous look.

Quite the switch in expressions compared to their less amicable times with one another.

"Ryouga, it's fine, it's a fucking meme—" Shigaraki managed to explain between every other chuckle as he raised both hands in surrender, the camera angle disregarded as the screen now barely showed either of them fully, much to the dismay of the people watching. It captured a diagonally-warped perspective of Shigaraki's face as he looked at the off-screen Ryouga.

I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING :ANGR:

this is honestly hilarious i cant do this im gonna die today

PLEAS E

Nooo the videooooo

🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑

he looks like he's getting an earful

All the viewers could experience from that point on was hearing Ryouga chuckle and go: "Oh no, I know. I don't keep up with online trends but I'm not that blissfully unaware of my surroundings!" He huffed, albeit overdramatically just to prove his point.

"You.. know? Then why the hell did you give me that look? I thought I upset you!"

"Well, I'm not 'baby girl,'"

A brief shot of Shigaraki's lips being pecked followed that statement, the culprit disappearing from sight as quick as they had committed the crime.

"You are."

"...I'm not sure you know what 'baby girl' entails." Shigaraki coughed into his shoulder, attempting to hide the blush creeping onto his face.

Oh my GOD

WIFE HIM UP APOLLO LMFAOOOOOO

nvm not an earful. mouthful maybe LOL

This was disgusting & I don't mean that in a good way smh

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!!!

I feel like i've intruded on a moment here

🫣🫣🫣

THEYRE TOGWTHER??_?_(?? AND NOBODY TOLD ME?_(_!()")?

Aww what a cute couple (is sleeping on the highway)

gay gay homosexual gay

@/ERĀ you and me when

Dudeee wtfff (do it again)

When is it my turn to be happy

wait WHAT is happening i literally thought apollo and hawks were still a thing help me

GET IT

Himegami slowly breathed out into her intertwined fingers as she deadpanned at her laptop screen.

What in the nine circles did she just watch?

[saltysaccharin]

Blanket Fort

— [ELYSIUM] {SEMICANON}

• characters :: shigaraki tomura, ryouga atsumu, spinner / iguchi shuuichi (mentioned)

• genre :: fluff

• warnings :: none

synopsis / prompt :: after three years into project elysium, ryouga learned a thing or two about how shigaraki likes his 'celebrations.' shigaraki didn't know his doctor was a hopeless romantic who'd go above and beyond, though.

word count :: 1k

a/n :: i hate them both so much omfg god why. neither of them know what to do with each other most times and i think that's fucking precious bc they're both trying their best anyway‼️ atsumu's attempts are more obvious but tomura's really trying to let him in too and i ajhskdegwv dies

Shigaraki sighed tiredly as he boarded the elevator going up to Ryouga's penthouse, Mochi following close behind. As they slowly scaled up the side of the building, Shigaraki gazed through the glass walls and took in the view of a bright almost-full moon stretching across the city.

It was almost curfew, he mused, thinking of all the possible ways his little doctor would lecture him for 'cutting it close' — but then again, it wasn't his fault. Ryouga was the one who told him to go out and get some air; he'd practically kicked him out of the place! In such a hurry, too.

He wondered what that was about.

After a ride that seemed to go on forever, Shigaraki had finally arrived at the topmost floor. He tapped his foot as he waited for the elevator doors to part, and when they finally did, an unusual sight met him.

While Mochi sprinted out of the elevator, Shigaraki took a quick glance around the apartment: The shutter curtains were, well, shut, effectively darkening the environment; while a faint golden glow seemed to come from the living room. It wasn't much of a bother to go check it out, so as exhausted as Shigaraki was, he did.

"Surprise!" Ryouga called out rather softly, waving his hands as he stood in front of something he appeared to have set up, where the TV once was.

Shigaraki blinked. He wasn't exactly used to surprises that were both quiet and pleasant — though one usually supplemented the other

Bringing a hand up to fiddle with his collar, he mumbled, "What's all this about?" He asked somewhat timidly, yet his eyes seemed to eagerly steal glances at the thing behind Ryouga.

The brunet noticed this, chuckling, but he was more concerned with something else instead of teasing the other about the star-struck look in Shigaraki's crimson eyes. Ryouga tilted his head before he began to explain, "Well, I know that you're not the type for big, celebratory.. celebrations, and that you aren't exactly fond of people, so...

"This is for you," He smiled, stepping to the side and gesturing towards the entrance of a blanket fort. "Happy birthday, Tomurrun."

...Oh. Oh—

"It's my birthday..." Shigaraki realized, voice lowering both in embarrassment and disbelief. Of course he'd forgotten his own birthday, again — it was probably the third time in a row since the whole Tartarus-Elysium ordeal — and yet, Ryouga didn't seem to mind. If anything, he looked amused by this quirk of Shigaraki's.

Ryouya's glimmering, tangerine eyes stared with nothing but adoration as the former Villain approached the fort. Dimmed fairy lights adorned the 'edges' of the creation, while some areas of the various blankets used were partially draped over the couch.

"It's not perfect, but I tried," Ryouga stated with a shrug, "In my defense, I probably haven't made one of these in a decade and a half..." He trailed off, though Shigaraki had zero complaints in reality.

He reached a hand out to carefully push aside one of the sheets, peeking inside to find Mochi already making himself comfortable among the soft pillows and cushions.

Ryouga excitedly continued, "Oh, and I threw in a lot of snacks in there for you. It's mostly junk food and sweets, stuff you like, but there's also a bento box somewhere if you want to eat a proper meal—"

He paused, suppressing a giggle as Shigaraki awkwardly climbed into the blanket fort. There was something endearing about a toned, fully-grown man giving in to childish reverie... Especially if you took the time to consider that this one in particular never exactly got the time to experience such a thing.

An 'oomph' came from the confines of the blanket fort, and Ryouga shook his head affectionately although the former couldn't see it.

Shigaraki hummed, raising his voice to make sure Ryouga would hear him from the outside, "There's a stack of video game CDs in here. And a streaming platform's on." He observed aloud as he felt around the area for the remote to the flat screen — the search was momentarily stopped in favor of petting Mochi.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted to do, exactly, so I figured I'd let you choose," was the reply. "I had Iguchi come over and help with all the cables and shit I couldn't figure out from the manual..." Ryouga laughed through a sigh.

A snicker from Shigaraki, "You tried."

A few moments of silence passed, nothing but the sound of Mochi's pants and the air conditioning filling the room. After a couple more, Shigaraki eventually cleared his throat.

"...This is nice. Thanks." He murmured shyly, to which Ryouga chirped happily.

"Of course. The best part about this is that you'll be able to enjoy some alone time. With Mochi, obviously." Ryouga subjoined, a grunt leaving his lips as he stretched and dusted himself off. "I'll leave you be." He didn't get to see the slight slump in Shigaraki's shoulders at that.

Ryouga hummed, "I'll be working. If you need anything, just ask—"

"Um—" Shigaraki stammered, having called out impulsively and without much thought, "I... Well... There is one thing you could do to make it better, probably." He muttered almost incoherently.

"Yeah? What is it?" The doctor sounded very willing to do whatever it took to make Shigaraki's birthday a happy birthday.

...It was kind of sweet.

Shigaraki made a frustrated noise (directed at himself) before groaning loudly.

In a motion that was both calculated enough to keep the blanket fort steady but also too fast for Ryouga to register, Shigaraki reached out from behind the sheets and practically dragged the other inside by the wrist while his victim yelped.

Ryouga's face burned as he found himself wrapped up in Shigaraki's arms.

"I want you here with me. Fucking stupid." The latter scoffed against the other's shoulder, bashfully burying his face in the cardigan Ryouga wore.

Ryouga chuckled, as shy as he was. "O-Oh. Okay. I guess I can do that," He took a deep breath before making himself comfortable as the decided small spoon. Mochi wasn't going to get excluded though; he made that clear after propping his head onto Ryouga's leg.

The brunet laughed softly. "Now are you satisfied?" He teased after regaining his composure.

Shigaraki sighed — not out of irritation or exhaustion anymore, but out of content.

"Yeah. It's perfect."

[saltysaccharin]

"Not Our Ryouga."

— [ELYSIUM] {NONCANON}

• characters :: ryouga atsumu, shigaraki tomura, hawks / takami keigo (briefly), og lov members (briefly)

• genre :: narrative, au, role swap kinda

• warnings :: atsumu has a breakdown/panic attack, canon-typical violence?

synopsis / prompt :: the same person viewing the world through a different set of eyes is rarely still the same person. or, hero atsumu and villain atsumu get a taste of each other's worlds.

word count :: 1.9k

a/n :: i have like three (four?) other things in my drafts but. i. i wanted to write this so‼️ i did‼️

i might add a short bonus later regarding what happens once they're returned to their respective timelines but who knowsssss

On March 5, 2XXX at 5:27 p.m., Dr. Ryouga Atsumu was assaulted with an unknown Quirk that seemingly had no reaction. The perpetrator was apprehended soon after, however, the lack of a disaster had a handful of people on edge.

...And rightfully so.

The Quirk took effect the following morning.

Ryouga stirred awake with a quick jolt, tangerine eyes snapping open before he processed his upright position — elbows leaning on a table of some sort while he sat with horrible posture. He groaned, his body telling him that it was likely very early in the morning.

Shaking his head and blinking away any leftover grogginess, he lifted his gaze to examine his surroundings. A kitchen, it looked like, or maybe just a dining area...

His breath hitched as the unfamiliarity sank in.

He attempted to get up, placing his palms atop the surface he'd apparently been sleeping on. A rustle caught his attention. Ryouga looked down, then moved his bandaged hand away from the papers below it. He recognized the handwriting on the documents; it was his.

'But I don't remember—'

A faint noise from another room in the facility startled Ryouga, cutting off his thoughts which steadily grew with fear.

He stiffened; he couldn't fight. He wasn't strong, he was all bark and no bite! Now that he'd come face to face with his captor soon, he was helpless. His thoughts raced once more: Who were they, what did they want from him, what were they going to do—

A figure somewhat larger than Ryouga yawned and tiredly rubbed their eyelids as they stepped into the dim light. They let out a surprised hum after seeing him sitting by the kitchen bar, though they couldn't have been more surprised than Ryouga himself upon recognizing them.

"Shigaraki? Why the hell is your hair— And your body— Gah, that doesn't matter! What the fuck is going on?!" Ryouga stammered, the panic from earlier subsiding a bit after seeing a familiar face, but his confusion only intensified.

The former (whose appearance differed rather drastically from the scrawny blue-haired bastard Ryouga was used to) squinted, "'Shigaraki'? Did I do something to upset you, doc?" He asked with something akin to a sneer in his voice.

Ryouga furrowed his eyebrows, even more bewildered than he already was. Had he ever called the boss something else?

Shigaraki glanced downwards, noticing Ryouga's outfit. "Did you do some late-night shopping or something? Never seen you wear that before..." A sense of mistrust began to rise in tone, "...Your neck is.. fine..."

His crimson eyes glinted with animosity as he faced Ryouga once more, a hand moving to tug on the hem of one of his gloves.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The brunet nearly fell off the chair as he stumbled away from it, blood running cold. He practically ripped off his bandages as he backed away slowly. It wasn't like 'Shigaraki' was the only one who had no idea what was going on — Ryouga'd been awake for all of five minutes before his life was put in danger.

He shook his head, "I— I don't know what's going on—" He tried, thinking that he might as well get some answers before dying to the hands of someone resembling the man he'd never confess his feelings to. "Where am I?"

"This is supposed to be your house." Shigaraki replied harshly, stepping around the bar counter. He caught a glimpse of Ryouga's darkened hands, eyes softening ever so slightly before returning to his scowl. "So you are Ryouga... But you're not mine." He sounded a bit.. sad?

Ryouga stuttered, "I— Yeah. Ryouga Atsumu. And you're Shigaraki, obviously, but..." He trailed off, biting his lip, "Not the one I know." He shook his head. "Considering this place is.. 'other Ryouga's,' I guess everything else in here isn't 'mine' either..." He gulped.

An awkward, tense moment of silence took over.

After a while, Shigaraki spoke. "Yesterday, you — well, not you — got hit by a Quirk that didn't actually do shit. We were scared that its effects were delayed, and something bad would happen eventually," He scoffed bitterly, "I guess we were right to be fucking paranoid."

"Wait, but I.. also got hit by something yesterday," Ryouga muttered, "Nothing happened back then. But now, I'm here, I don't recognize anything, and you apparently know some version of me..."

Shigaraki perked up, "Did you and my Ryouga switch places?" He thought aloud, a bit calmer compared to before, "Like an AU swap."

"AU? As in, alternate universe? Yeah, okay, that explains a lot."

"Yeah. Wait, why do you know what that means?"

Ryouga blinked, "It's a common trope in fiction. Does your Ryouga not know—"

He paused. Something occurred to him.

Holding up an index finger to signal 'wait,' Ryouga pursed his lips into a thin line and cleared his throat, the tips of his ears turning faint red.

"So, like..." Ryouga started, now unable to look the other in the eye at the very idea he'd conjured up in his mind. Shigaraki hummed in reply, urging him to continue. "Um...

"What are we.. to each other.. in this universe..?"

Shigaraki chuckled, letting out a mere "Uh."

"So, let me get this straight," Hawks inhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose before shooting an unpleasant look at the messier-than-usual Ryouga sitting on the couch. "The attack yesterday caused.. this, and our Atsumu's somewhere out there living your life. That right?" He huffed irritably.

Ryouga murmured in Shigaraki's direction, "I'm supposed to be friends with this Hero? Is he always this uptight?"

"Yeah to both questions," Shigaraki whispered back. "Also, you're a Hero too. Number Eight."

"HUH?"

Hawks let out an unamused, low bird-like noise similar to a human's scowl. The other two glanced at him for only a moment before going back to gossiping.

"Also you never told me directly but I'm pretty sure you dated Hawks."

"WHAT?"

"Enough! Shut up, both of you!" Hawks threw up his hands and sighed, exasperated. "Just, okay, we need to figure out how to reverse this and then we can move on with our lives. Okay? Okay. You—" He pointed at 'not his Ryouga,' "—what exactly is your original life like?"

Ryouga smiled for the first time since waking up (the lack of cocky grins seemed to concern Shigaraki and Hawks, but he chose to ignore that), although it was a bit.. nervous.

"How do I explain this to.. ah, a Hero..."

Hawks narrowed his amber eyes, practically demanding an answer.

"...Who were you in your universe?"

Ryouga groaned, bringing a gloved hand to shield his eyes from the artificial light; the bulb seemed to be giving off a concerningly loud buzzing noise. Slowly, he sat up, propping an arm behind to hold himself upright as his other hand rubbed his eyelids.

When did he fall asleep? His head felt like splitting open...

He let out a cough or two after really processing the state of the air he was breathing. The hell? He was practically inhaling pure dust at this point, not to mention the rank stench of burnt rubber and blood, among other things.

Finally cracking his eyes open, Ryouga's face fell. This was a far cry from his penthouse; he appeared to be in an abandoned warehouse, only a few stray pieces of furniture here and there — the moth-bitten sofa he woke up on being the nicest in sight.

His first thought was that he'd been kidnapped.

After thanking himself for never changing out of his Hero costume, he swiftly rolled up his right sleeve and unfolded his bow. He took out an arrow and readied himself for an encounter before getting up from the couch.

Doc Apollo must have been getting rusty. He didn't think of the possibility that the couch was right in the middle of the warehouse; that was likely why he didn't realize the presence of the infamous League of Villains at his back.

A low whistle came from behind, a familiar, gruff voice following soon after. "Nice bow, Ryouga." Dabi called out, looking up from a game of blackjack with Spinner.

Startled, Ryouga instinctively aimed right at the scarred man, zoning out as he said nothing.

"Damn, good morning to you too, I guess."

"Hey! Don't shoot! Fuck him up, doc!" Another Villain both cried out and cheered, their voice somewhat muffled by the black and gray bodysuit they wore.

...Wait.

He was supposed to be dead.

Ryouga felt his arms weaken as he lowered his weapon, his voice a hoarse whisper as he looked across the room seeing both Twice and Magne — who should not have been alive.

"What the hell is going on..?"

Toga's cheerful voice interrupted, but didn't answer his question. "That new coat is so pretty, Atsumu-kun! I want it! Can I have it?" She asked, hands balled into fists under her chin as she waited expectantly.

Mr. Compress chortled from across the room, "And is that gel in your hair? You look fantastic, though... I have to wonder where on earth you found the time to clean up so nicely given our current circumstances—"

Our?

"What... What are you talking about..?" Ryouga choked out, an uneasy grin starting to form. He felt nauseous. "I don't..."

"Wait, didn't he get hit with a Quirk yesterday?" Spinner added, turning to the others, "Maybe it messed with his memories or something."

"But why would it be delayed like this?"

"Hell if we know, let's just figure out what he does and doesn't remember—"

"Should we find Shigaraki? He is the one who brought Ryouga into the League."

"And do you know where Shigaraki even is?

Too many things were being said too quickly... Ryouga couldn't process what was going on, much less what the others were saying. The only thing he really understood right was that he was part of the League.

That meant he was...

"I'm a.. Villain..?" Ryouga voiced softly, utter disbelief and terror laced in each word he spoke as he took a step backwards. The others' eyes were on him, watching in concern; but their worry mattered not to him—

Did they genuinely care about him?  Nevermind, that wasn't important—

Dabi dropped his cards onto the cement and narrowed his eyes slightly. "What else would you be?" He huffed, ignoring a scolding look from Magne, "You may not be a killer like the rest of us but you're definitely not innocent."

Toga chimed in, clapping her hands together, "You take care of us when we get hurt and you go buy our supplies sometimes since you're not on the news!" She gleefully explained, "You're a big help to our team. And we trust you! So you're one of us!"

"We'd be screwed without you!" Twice added with resolve, before shaking his head and glowering at Ryouga, "You're useless! Dead weight!" He pointed accusingly.

Scattered murmurs of agreement — about the first part, mostly — resounded among the group, while the dread in Ryouga's stomach only grew and grew and grew.

"That.. That can't be right..." He forced out a small chuckle as he felt his chest tighten. "No no nononono..."

"Ryouga? You good?"

"I worked too hard not to end up at the bottom of the barrel— I can't do shit from here, no one'll listen to me if I'm not a Hero, I—" Ryouga buried his hands in his hair, grasping at locks as he looked down at the ground, shoulders shaking, "It's not supposed to be like this!

"I'm supposed to be able to change things from inside, not claw at Hero society's heels just to be kicked aside like garbage and— and—" A gasp escaped his throat as he stiffened, feeling something cold wrap around his neck.

Four digits.

Dabi waved absentmindedly, "Oh, boss, you're back. Your doctor's broken."

"Idiots," Shigaraki seethed, his grip on the 'impostor' tightening ever so slightly. "Can't you tell?

"This isn't our Ryouga."

[saltysaccharin]

"...Your name?"

— [ELYSIUM] {SEMICANON}

• characters :: shigaraki tomura, ryouga atsumu, others (mentioned)

• genre :: fluff

• warnings :: none

synopsis / prompt :: "what did you just call me?"

word count :: 478

a/n :: super short & sweet, idk why i suddenly wanted to write this when i saw the prompt days ago but here we are. have atsutomu being cringe <33

"Morning, Tomurrun," Ryouga teased from his position behind the kitchen bar counter, a cup of coffee in his right hand while his left jotted away on a small notepad.

Shigaraki squinted his eyes slightly and grumbled, absentmindedly making his way to the refrigerator. He still seemed a bit disoriented; it could've just been how unfamiliar his surroundings were, though. Who would've thought he'd ever even step foot in such an impressive penthouse? The whole floor, all to himself—

Well, technically, Ryouga owned the place. Shigaraki just happened to have moved in due to some developments with Elysium. The League had been transferred out of Tartarus to live with their respective Hero roommates — Ryouga insisted on being his.

He coughed shyly into his shoulder as he reflected. He wondered why.

Not that the evening at the lake meant anything.

Shigaraki yawned, opening one of the doors to the fridge, "Why the hell is there so much in here all of a sudden..? Didn't you live alone 'til yesterday?" He asked groggily, glancing towards the doctor, whose back faced him.

Ryouga only shrugged, taking a sip from his coffee, "I went grocery shopping last night after hearing you'd be moving in." was his simple answer, adding nothing more.

A bit embarrassed, Shigaraki mumbled from behind the fridge door, "...These are mostly things you knew I'd like, aren't they?"

"That was quick. Of course, we'll be eating a balanced diet, but I wanted you to enjoy yourself while you're here."

"'We'?"

"Oh, yeah. I'll be eating with you. I have time for actual food now that I get to leave the house less."

Holding his tongue, Shigaraki pursed his lips into a thin line as he silently contemplated how exactly Ryouga had been living before getting a roommate. Probably not very healthily, which was ironic considering how concerned he was for Shigaraki and the others' health.

"Mm. Sure," Shigaraki replied quietly, going back to looking inside the fridge. After a moment, he called out, "Do you want anything from here?"

An amused chuckle came in response, "So considerate. No thank you, Tomura. I don't usually eat breakfast anyw—"

"What did you just call me?"

Shigaraki's sudden inquiry startled Ryouga a bit, not realizing the former was that close in proximity. He stared from the side of the counter, gears seemingly turning behind his eyes.

Ryouga narrowed his eyes and put down his cup, speaking slowly, "...Your name?" He laughed, though appeared genuinely confused.

"No shit," The white-haired man scoffed, cocking his head to the side, "I meant— You called me—"

"I don't know what you're saying, calm down first—"

"But you said—"

"Relax…" Ryouga deadpanned, causing the other to grit his teeth and huff. The doctor then turned away and brought his cup to his lips with a smirk, pausing as he looked back at a flustered Shigaraki. "...Tomura."

"YOU—"

[saltysaccharin]

so, about saltysaccharin

— ceo of "i ran out of good fics so i did it myself"

• levi / sachi :: he/him

• tomura shigaraki's husband since 09/30/21, 9:41 p.m.

• esfp-t . 4w5 . true neutral . seasian

screams. how to make pretty & organized tumblr blog...... i am trying my best i swear &lt;;/3

ANYWAY welcome to my blog‼️ as i mentioned earlier my name is sachi and i am.... a simp. if that was not clear UEGSH but i am a simp who can write and draw so there's that

this particular acc (blog??) is mostly for fanfic, ocs in said fanfic — but more specifically, i mostly post stuff related to the actual plots i have on ao3 meaning aus and oneshots and snippets of material i scrapped from the og fic and the like. but i'll still probably post other non-ao3 fanfic stuff maybeee

as of creating this post, i only have one bnha cc x oc fanfic published so this might as well be a ryoga blog ffs

main tags ::

textposts — #sachi screeches in the dead of night

writing — #courtesy of saltysaccharin's thumbs

drawing — #courtesy of saltysaccharin's index finger

ao3 spinoff tags ::

elysium — #elysian fields, #atsutomu (also #atsukei but that's not important /j)

oscine — #clade passeri, #shizukei

tumblr series tags ::

tragedy/comedy! — #maskes theatrou