#bnha x mcu

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 341

Danny sighs as the sound of a falling shelf reaches him, quickly followed by twin snarls. He takes a breath, even if he hasn’t needed to breathe since he was fourteen, and counts to ten as he pauses in making dinner. 

“Ellie, Dan, what’ve I said about throwing each other into the shelves-” 

He stops as he comes to the living room doorway, both of the gremlins freezing mid-stuffing an unconscious vigilante out the window, feathers puffed up. Dear Ancients he does not want to deal with this today, but it’s not like life ever cared about what he wants in any situation. 

“Elnath, Jordan, you better not be about to toss that person out the window-” 

[arbiterlexultionis]

Prompt: An Idea I Can Not Get Rid Of,

So it’s y’all’s problem now too.

[Eraserhead, Batman, Tony Stark, Jazz Fenton, Sam Manson, whoever your favorite Tired Adult is] walks into room: Please. For the love of God, and sake of my Sanity. Tell me that that is not a bomb.

[Danny Fenton, Peter Parker, Tim Drake, Robin!Jason Todd, Izuku Midoriya or any other Feral Gremlin Child that you can think of] Innocent Sunshine Child Smile: Ok, this is not a bomb!

Tired Adult: *Pinches bridge of noise, deep breath in* Very Audible Internal Screaming!

Which gremlin most definitely does not have a bomb? Which Tired Adult is stuck dealing with the gremlins nonsense? Is this a crossover? Is Danny about to tell Bruce that the moons haunted and like most other problems in the world the answer is C4? Is Jason getting ready to go revoke Overhauls knee cap privileges? Is Peter gonna slip on some ecto-brass knuckles and Captain Crunch the Fruitloop’s bone?

You Decide!

[lanormie]

blipped - mcu crossover au (pt. 1)

you're forced to navigate the aftermath of The Blip, where half of the population get thrown back into existence after disappearing for five years. pairing: pro-hero!Shouto x f!pro-hero!reader (ft. slight katsuki x reader) read on AO3 pt. 2

“You’re distracted.”

Shouto’s even tone echoes throughout the training ground. Normally the fake terrains and obstacles would absorb all the sounds uttered within the large underground stadium, but considering the fact that he just wiped the floor with you and knocked everything over, he doesn’t have to raise his voice to remind you that your game has been way off since yesterday.

“I know, I know. Ugh.” You groan out from somewhere under the rubble. “Woah, watch your step, Sho.” You squeak as something starts to press down on the thick layer of debris that is blanketing you. The extremely light material is not a concern, but with the weight of your tall friend added, your spine might file a complaint. 

“Oh. My apology.” Shouto swiftly backs off from his search, opting to wait for you to hurl the rubble aside using your telekinesis instead. Seeing that you are making no effort to stand back up, he sighs and sits down on a nearby fake boulder. “He’ll be back soon, you know.”

“It’s not that.” You shake your head. You are at this point quite used to your boyfriend being on missions that lasted weeks or even months. You would find yourself being on the other end too sometimes – just the bread and butter of being a pro-hero. “Don’t you think it’s weird that the Commission demanded every single agency to send someone on an emergency trip to Wakanda? They were even picked up by a helicarrier.”

“It certainly has something to do with the Avengers.” Shouto quietly muses, mostly to himself. 

“Exactly!” You throw your arms up in exasperation. “Like when’s the last time they weren’t involved in some world ending event?” Your voice goes quiet as well, a million grim scenarios flashing behind your eyes.

Shouto silently watches as you take a breath and slowly sit up, leftover pieces of debris rolling off of you and dropping on the ground in sad little clacks.

He’s never been good at deciphering moods, but oddly enough, you have always been an exception. Perhaps having been close friends since you were both snot-nosed kindergarteners plays a role in helping him read you like an open book. And said book is currently telling him that no amount of training shall be accomplished today. 

“Katsuki is tough,” He pipes up. “He’ll be just fine. Come on.” He stands up and holds his hand out. You take it and start to stand up. “Let’s go get some hot choco–”

You suddenly lose momentum as your hand grasps at nothing but dust. You don’t even feel the impact of falling back down onto the ground as you watch his whole form disintegrate into tiny particles. 

“Sho? Shouto!!”

Shooting back up to reach for the mass of flying ash that hasn't yet disappeared, you immediately fall down again. What is going on? Why are my legs giving out?! You look down and your eyes widen at the sight of your limbs quickly turning into gray dust. There’s a high pitched ringing in your ears for a split second before all sounds are abruptly cut off, and you slip into nothingness.

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Static.

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Light.

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Air.

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Weight.

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Some kind of muffled noise squeezing its way into your ears.

.

You hit the ground hard as the pile of rubble under you is no longer there. It knocks all your senses back into place and immediately you hear yelling and multiple boots running towards you.

“Holy shit?! Y/N! Shouto!”

…huh? Shouto? Shouto!

You snap your head up and let out a relieved exhale when you see your two-toned friend in one piece, slowly pushing himself off the ground before being thrown into a bone-crushing hug from a blur of red.

Before you can make out who it is, you get lifted off the ground by the torso and find yourself in your own bone crushing hug, familiar pink curls tickling your nose. Their owner sobs into your hair, broken strings of repeated ‘you’re alive’ and ‘we missed you’ mumbled between sniffles. You hesitantly run your hand up and down her back to offer comfort as questions start to rise in the back of your head.

“Hey Mina.” You squeak out, trying to figure out what question to ask first. When did she get here? Why is she crying?

Did she get taller?

You look over to Shouto as the blur of red pulls back to reveal someone who scarily resembles Kirishima, though much more massive and with much longer hair that gets tied up in a ponytail. The man struggles between cackling and crying as he reaches for the comms in his ear.

“Anyone copy? They’re back. Guys–” He takes a shaky and congested inhale. “Shouto and Y/N are bac– No I’m not fucking with you. Simulation Dome, right now.”

Mina finally pulls back from you and quickly joins the comms. “Guys wait! Somebody check Denki’s old office please!” 

While they’re going back and forth into their earpiece, you and Shouto exchange a confused glance. Then all of a sudden, you are acutely aware of your surroundings. 

You’re not even sure you’re in the same training ground anymore. What used to look like a giant black box theater is now decked out in highly realistic props, expensive looking crane bots moving about repairing things and dismantling set pieces. The operation booth is no longer off to a corner and is now behind a massive glass wall, hanging above one end of the stadium. How did we afford all this? We’re a scrappy agency run by scrappy 20 year olds!

The entrance to the dome is kicked open and a bunch of familiar faces storm in, including Denki who looks like a lost puppy as he’s being carried in bridal style by a teary Sero. As Mina and Kiri zoom over to further crowd Denki, you zero in on a pair of crimson eyes. 

You both freeze in place.

Your boyfriend looks so, so different. His features are even sharper than before. There are scars on his face that weren’t there when you last saw him. A new but somehow already fading tattoo peeks out from under his shirt collar. He doesn’t seem much taller, but he’s bulkier than the Katsuki you used to know.

And he’s staring at you like he’s seen a ghost.

Just how long have you been gone for?

You felt something resembling time passing while you were stuck in that entropy, but you aren’t sure of the exact amount.

Doesn’t matter, you deduced, the important thing is that he is alive after whatever mission it was with the Avengers. 

Before you know it, your feet take you one, then two steps, then the next dozen steps towards him. Closing the distance by wrapping your arms around his neck, you feel him stiffen as he takes short and stuttered breaths. Trying not to dwell on it, you croak into his chest.

“Hi Kats.” 

He doesn’t reply for a moment and remains impossibly still in your grasp. Anxiety threatens to prickle your throat before you chalk it up to him being in shock, if Mina and Kiri’s reaction a few minutes ago is anything to go by. 

After a few excruciating seconds, his hands finally come up to rest on your back. 

“Hi.” He whispers, breathless.

The hands on your back quickly abandon their hesitant touch and start bunching your shirt in their tight fist as his arms squeeze you in an iron grip. You relish in his comforting sugary scent as he smushes his face into your hair, it becoming damper and damper with each of his deep inhales and exhales. 

“Kats, how long have I–”

“Guys! What’s going on?” An unfamiliar female voice rings out from near the entrance.

Katsuki abruptly untangles from you and drags a hand down his face to roughly wipe the salty trail of tears. The hand stops in front of his mouth as his eyes dart away from your questioning gaze.

“Our blipped friends came back!” Kiri exclaims from the commotion around Denki and Shouto as he lifts a hand to wave the person over. “Come say hi!” He turns back towards the crowd and as soon as you make eye contact, he suddenly seems to realize something and his sunny expression immediately drops.

The owner of the unfamiliar voice treads forward and you’re met with lovely teal eyes and equally lovely teal tresses. She offers Denki and Shouto a bright smile as everyone simultaneously tries to introduce them to each other, resulting in a cacophony of sounds which you could only pick out the word “sidekick” from.

She starts walking over to you and Katsuki visibly gulps. Before you can utter a word of greeting, she gently reaches for Katsuki’s hand and your stomach free falls into the core of the Earth. 

No. There’s no way.

You feel your back ice over as you stare at where their hands connect. You see her uncomfortably shift her weight for a bit until she looks over to Katsuki in question, but you make no effort to look away. After what feels like hours, Katsuki clears his throat.

“Michiko, this is Y/N. Y/N, this– um,” he pauses for something, then decides to go through with it. “This is Michiko, my fiance.”

Your eyes snap up to his, begging the fuck out of his pardon. Fiance? Fiance?!

“I’m sorry what?”

The ringing in your ears returns and it feels like you’re being sucked into nothingness again.

Katsuki opens his mouth to say something, but an alarm blaring from the loudspeakers quickly cuts everyone off. 

“Emergency. All hands on deck. Report to team leader in 60 seconds. Emergency. All hands on deck. Report to team leader in 60 seconds. Emergency.” 

On a normal day the sound would snap you out of any trance and get you to your feet, but this time you can’t bring yourself to move. Numbness has completely taken over.

As everyone rushes out, saved for you and Shouto, Katsuki lingers at the doorway for a moment before he speaks.

“We’ll talk after I get back. Stay here.” He peers at you with an expression that’s almost pleading. “Please?”

He grimaces when you don’t answer, and hurries away.

You don’t stay. You can’t stay.

Ignoring Shouto’s call for you, you head for the other exit and make a run for the only place you can be alone. Home.

this is my 1st fic plz be very gentle 👉👈 (eng is not my 1st language u could probably tell)

[v3ng3anc3-qu33n]

Am I wrong for wanting solid revenge readers? Like they go full evil and psycho after being hurt? Like in a neglected reader story, they go revenge crazy and kill people? Or they got cheated on, so they snap? And like they stay evil, they don't easily go back to being nice and sweet like 'oh you apologised okie!' Instead, saying 'hmm, let me think about it... fuck. No.' or they don't just move on they are super petty and hit them where it hurts doing whatever it takes to make them feel how the reader felt? Maybe they become a full villain and join the villains after a hero hurt them and the villains become yandere along with the hero. Maybe they go off making their own way like Harley Quinn with the baddass speech and everything.

[simply-simplid]

Your “fav” definitely supports the free Palestine movement btw ✌️

[justpersonpassingby]

all i want is to cry, throw up and curl in my bed in pain, or kick my legs in the bed and roll around with crazy giggles, stop tagging your story with angst and fluff if it's just basically straight up smut with no plot. 🤡✋🏻

[bicheetopuff]

All Might makes a cameo in the Deadpool Samurai manga and Horikoshi has kinda confirmed that Spiderman exists as a hero in the US. So that means there’s at least a few different universes, if not the canon universe, where marvel characters exist in the bnha and/or bnha characters exist in marvel universes.

So if that’s the case, does the TVA also apply to the bnha-verse? If so, literally what’s stopping me from writing a canon compliant fic about Izuku dying and Katsuki pulling a Deadpool/Miguel O Hará and traveling across the multiverse to find an Izuku variant to replace his? Like, imagine the angst opportunities.

[mae-mae-me]

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[puppetmaster13u]

Still Thinkin of Yokai Amity

Y'know, where all of Amity have pretty much become yokai creatures. I might be weak for Japanese mythology and cryptids. Or really all mythology and cryptids, but Japan has a lot and it's near never-ending meaning it's fun to continue discovering and learning stuff. But anyway!

Amity Park, practically empty of humans now. Not even following the usual rule that things do thanks to how malleable ecto is. Along with how a form usually depends on ones own thoughts, feelings, and Core.

But anyway, Amity? Kind of having some trouble now that, again, no one there counts as human. Visibly so. Which, yeah the GIW is sort of incompetent, but it's also kind of... not?

Let them reiterate, individually or even in pairs, they can easily deal with the Guys in White. Heck, even a small battalion is easy enough- but they have... a lot of people. And the backing of the government. So.

Plan B? Escape. Where to?

Well, see, they've all had to interact more with the Realms, not to mention that well, the entire town was pulled into it at one point. Which was how everyone got that last bit of ecto to push the transformations from contaminated to Liminal.

Which means? Time to escape through the Realms to somewhere, maybe even somewhen else. But they also can't stay in the Realms indefinitely. Because even with their own Cores, most of them are still Living.

But they also can't agree on a World to settle down in, not with how they're still wary of reactions. So what's a city to do?

Why, pop into multiple worlds of course. A wandering city, the entrance shifting through gates and alleys and doorways that appears through time and space.

Sometimes another haunted being finds their way through, sometimes they visit one dimension more than another- sometimes they leave one behind forever. But tales still spread of the wandering city that flickers through existence.

[sapphiewritesstuff]

i forgot my password. Im back now lmao. Hope to make a return to writing

Also, just to make things *very* clear on where I stand; free Palestine. Ceasefire now. End the occupation. I will always stand by those suffering from colonization.

[arbiterlexultionis]

Instant Eternity Pt. 2

So, Danny has the infi-map and uses it to go on vacations and the like to enjoy his now eternal life. The infinite realms are Infinite, really and truly. But locations within the realms correlate to spaces in the “real” world, so what happens when you travel beyond what should be the ends of the “real” universe in the realms? You find other universes. All universes, realities, multi and Omni verses connect with the Infinite Realms, hence the name kind of implying the existence of infinite realms. With the infimap Danny’s able to visit and explore these other planes of existence to his hearts content, and over the course of his travels makes a number of close friends.

He can’t just say goodbye forever, can’t leave them with no way to call for aid or call for small talk so, he comes up with a bit of a crazy plan to make sure all his new friends can meet each other and stay in contact. A combination of the infi-map, Fenton portal technology, time medallions/assistance from clockwork, help from the yeti’s and maybe even some help from Dr. Strange or Dr. Fate all come together to make a private club that connects to who knows how many dimensions. In a Ghost King AU his royal palace has all the normal palace stuff but surrounding Phantom’s Keep is a whole town for inter-dimensional travelers. The portals themselves are all in a massive tower, either leaning tower of Pisa style or a massive clock tower because of how much Clockwork helped out, arranged kind of like how all the statues of the avatars are arranged in the air temple in ATLA.

Danny’s sitting at his desk in his office while 7 Gokus, 13 Vegitas, 4 Beeruses(Beerusi? A pod of Beerus? Flock?) 10 Piccolos and 1 Gohan crowd the rest of his office. “Two Hundred and Forty. 2-4-fucking-0. That is the number of of Territories that have lodged official complaints about the ruckus your fights have been causing! Queen Patet sent a fifty seven page long letter asking me to give every single one of your dimensions eternal travel bans to all of your dimensions and every dimension where even one of you exist. Because the shockwaves from your fights were still strong enough to shatter glass when they reached her Territory. The territory of Vitrum, which makes Fucking Everything from glass! Including the Goddamn Buildings! They build their cities in massive glass orbs! More than thirteen hundred buildings torn down in one day. Including every single hospital they had. You fought for nine days straight. Get out. Get the crap baskets out of my office. Now. Go home. Let the Bulmas know that they’re paying the reparations.” They all file out of the office, Vegitas and the flock of Beerus mumbling about how they shouldn’t have made their buildings out of glass if they didn’t want them to get broken. The one(1) brain cell the group had, otherwise known as Gohan, was apparently the only one with manners, profusely apologizing and offering to help with the clean up even as he got shooed out of the office.

More then a dozen Quirckless!Izuku vigilantes come together to form a great big club to share intel that match’s across their various worlds, analyze quirks, train and give each other therapy. It’s all going well. Then the Batmen stop developing contingency plans for literally all the beings they meet here juuust long enough for their adoption senses to start tingling. The Dad Mights, Dadzawas and Dad for Ones put aside their differences to combat this new threat. The Spider-men are sitting in a corner grateful that their spider senses and Peter tingles helped them avoid all that nonsense. Until the Iron Dads show up. Then they’re all to busy running and cursing their Parker luck to be grateful.

Passing through a gateway to another universe that isn’t yours require approval from no less then half the visitors from that verse and/or Danny himself. Same thing goes for leaving the compound to explore the Realms.

All the adoption addicts from across the multiverse take one look at Danny, listen to all the rumors about his parents and go “Mine!”. Luckily for Danny he doesn’t really have to to worry to much, doesn’t even notice really, because 2.3 seconds after they did that they all turned to each other and went “No! Not yours, Mine!” The infighting has kept them busy ever sense. However, according to an ancient, sacred prophecy(something that Clockwork mentioned in passing 2 months ago) they will eventually all decide that Danny having a proper support network is more important then who his favorite supporter is. So he’s going to get parented so hard by all three hundred and eighty of them. More moms, dads, ma’s, pa’s aunts and uncles then he’ll know what to do with.

[lanormie]

blipped - mcu crossover au (pt. 2)

you're forced to navigate the aftermath of The Blip, where half of the population get thrown back into existence after disappearing for five years. pairing: pro-hero!Shouto x f!pro-hero!reader (ft. slight katsuki x reader) read on AO3 previous part - next part

As soon as you step outside, it becomes very apparent why the entire agency was mobilized. Absolute carnage has descended everywhere you turn. Vehicles are piled up in clusters on the streets, there are screaming and honking and smashing from all around you.

You quickly realize you’re not alone in your fate as you witness dozens and dozens of people materialize from thin air, one after the other. Some are lucky enough to turn up on the sidewalk, while some get unceremoniously dropped off into oncoming traffic, barely having time to process anything before they mercifully get scooped up by some speedster hero.

And by the time you stop someone mere feet from smashing into the ground on their way down from the sky, your commute home is thwarted as your hero instinct kicks into gear. You re-materialized in the same space you had disappeared from, so it’s not hard to deduce that some might have been on a plane when they got zapped away.

You take to the sky and find yourself dotted among dozens of airborne heroes, all flying in frantic patterns as more and more people are dropping from the sky in frightening velocity. You push as high up as you can go without your oxygen gears and take full advantage of your quirk. Where your telekinesis quirk lacks in strength, it makes up for it in range. You’re able to grab people within a large radius and set them atop tall buildings nearby without having to move an inch. 

Though as proficient as your quirk is, you have never been trained to deal with such a bizarre scenario where it’s literally raining men. So when you’re busy holding up two people and two more suddenly appear right on top of you, your footing slips. While you’ve managed to bring the latter two into your hold, you’re losing altitude quick and struggling to brake. The building below is approaching at such a speed that would guarantee you more than a few broken bones, but grant you enough momentum to push back and cushion the touchdown for the four of them. 

You’re clenching your jaw and bracing for impact when something red zips past your face. Then all of a sudden the weight of all four people gets lifted off of you as they get sent to a soft landing nearby by the collar of their shirt.

Finally able to change course, you dash back upwards to catch up to your savior, his strawberry blond hair dances in the wind as he cheerily grins down at you.

“Heya kid! You were about to eat it there!” He chirps, his crimson wings filling back out as a few feathers rejoin their formation.

“Thanks, Hawks.” You offer him a small nod in gratitude, feeling utterly inadequate in front of the Number Two hero. Wait, is he still Number Two?  

“What a day to be off-duty huh?” He tilts his stubbly chin at your gym clothes and severe lack of flight gears. Rawdogging the clouds , as Denki once called it.

You shrug. “Apparently I’ve been off-duty for a very long time now.” 

Hawks freezes at the insinuation, just as another person (re)materializes in the distance behind him. Before you could move a muscle though, a feather jets out and swiftly escorts them to the nearest surface. Damn Hawks and his super hearing.

“So you all–” He points at you then to the person he just saved, gears visibly turning behind his golden eyes. Something snaps him out of it as he takes a sharp inhale. “Sorry, I– I have to make a call.”

“Wait, Hawks!” You yelped. Questions are clawing at your throat now, vying for solution. “Just a second please! Can you tell me what happened?”

“Oh, uh,” He stumbles for the right words. “This may sound crazy, but half of the entire universe disappeared a while ago ‘cause of a villain named Thanos. He’s uh, he’s an alien– It’s a long story.”

Half of the universe . An alien . Neither concept is registering to you at any meaningful speed.

So you focus on the thing that’s been bothering you the most.

“How long has it been?”

“The five year memorial was a few weeks ago.” 

Hawks watches as his reply sends you into a stupor. The avian hero’s only ever known you in passing, a friend of a friend of a friend, and in this moment, he wants to help, to say something. But there’s no protocol for this, no guidelines on how to proceed when these things happen. It’s all uncharted territory.

So he sticks around, making quiet phone calls to his staff, urging them to check the Lawson near the agency where Touya had headed to before his disappearance, while keeping an eye and ear out to make sure no one meets concrete at lightning speed, including you. 

And you, despite still absentmindedly handling the wave of people blipping into existence, is struggling to quantify how long five years are.

Five years ago you were leaving Musutafu for another city and started high school in Ketsubutsu. That alone feels like a lifetime ago. So much has changed during those years and it terrifies you how vastly different things could be now. After all, your boyfriend– as if he’s your boyfriend anymore, seemed to have moved on already.

No , file that thought away for god’s sake, people are literally falling from the sky and you can’t afford to let any of them slip through your fingers.

Cause maybe, just maybe, their loved ones haven’t abandoned them yet.

.

The resurgence didn’t last much longer than twenty minutes, but the chaos persists as you part ways with Hawks and head for the ground. Weaving your way through the clashing waves of people running and yelling into their phones, one step in front of another, you resort to muscle memory to take you towards your apartment, the calamity before your eyes doing absolutely nothing to help guide you there.

The street names are the same, but you don't recognize the shops. The paint and decors are all wrong . Even the trees are different. Even the–

Even the name of your apartment building is different.

A foreboding feeling looms over your head as you plug the front entrance code into the little key pad attached to the door handle. 0425.

It flashes red.

You try again. 0. 4. 2. 5.

It flashes red once more, this time with a warning beep.

The panic you’ve been repressing starts to unravel. It seeps into your blood, hitching a ride to every part of your body till it’s oversaturated, driving you to start banging on the door like a madwoman.

Thankfully, it’s a familiar face who answers it.

“Mrs. Hatanaka!” You almost cheer at the sight of the elderly receptionist. 

“Heavens almighty,” She adjusts her glasses with shaky hands and looks you all over. “Oh it’s really you!” She gasps and pulls you into your third bone crushing hug of the day. You suspect there will be many more. “Where have you been, dear?”

“I honestly have no idea.” You speak into her graying hair, all too quietly. “Mrs. Hatanaka,” You stand back as she pulls away. “I left work in a hurry and forgot my keys, would you mind lending me the spare from maintenance?”

For a moment, she just stares at you.

“Sweetheart,” She finally manages. “Your apartment got repossessed years ago.”

Something shatters in your brain and your vision goes blurry. 

“The building was turned over to a new owner when the previous one went missing with everyone else.” She continues. “They terminated all the leases from the reported blipped folks, even though someone was trying to pay your rent for a while– oh dear, do you need to sit down?”

“What– oh.” Your eyes manage to refocus enough to spot all the floating potted plants and small items swirling in the air around you. “I’m sorry.” Reeling your quirk back with slight difficulty, you set everything back down just as a mop of red and white appears in your peripherals.

Shouto jogs over, disheveled and huffing for air. 

“Things got out of hand on 7th Ave so I got delayed.” He rests his palm on a nearby column, trying to catch his breath. “But I figured you’d be here.”

“Not for long.” You run your hands back and forth over your scalp to chase away the tingling numbness. “I don’t have a home anymore, Sho.”

“I see.” He nods, straightening up. “Neither do I.”

* * * * *

The Todoroki family home looks almost identical to the last time you set foot in here. The furniture have stayed in their exact same spots, down to the light blue shawl draped over the back of the couch. The tatami mat under your feet is cold to the touch, yet the familiarity and the memories of running up and down these halls offer so much warmth. You used to call this place your second home, having spent a whole lot of time here growing up, your cousin-turned-guardian being too swept up in work to really be present more than necessary.

You breathe in this moment of respite along with the toasty aroma of the genmaicha Auntie Rei has made for you and Shouto, and let your shoulders drop for the first time today. You pick up bits of and pieces of Shouto’s recount of running by his apartment and seeing an office building instead as he’s talking to his mom and sister, but you mostly stare at the steaming tea cup. Their reunion was a teary one, at least on Rei and Fuyumi’s end, so it doesn’t feel right to intrude no matter how much you still have trouble wrapping your head around all of this.

To you, no time has passed. You were just here yesterday . Not here in Shouto’s family home but here on this Earth. Then in a blink of an eye, you lost your boyfriend, your home, and five years of your life. Where do you even go from here? Do you just wake up and go to work tomorrow like normal? No, the agency is the last place you’d want to find yourself in right now. And do you even work there anymore? 

“Mom, Nats just heard from Touya!” Fuyumi exclaims from behind the kitchen counter, phone in hand. “He said Kei will try to drag him over tomorrow. Said Toto’s super confused and cranky at the moment.”

“That sounds like him.” Shouto deadpans, completely overlooking the fact that Rei’s tearing up again. 

“Yeah.” Fuyumi starts sniffling too. “Yeah it does.”

You stare harder into your tea. You’ve been in so much shock that you haven’t shed a single tear the whole day, but now you’re approaching the end of the rope and the sight of them crying might hurl you over that threshold.

As if sensing your distress, Shouto attempts to change the subject and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

“By the way Mom, where’s Dad?”

Nice going Shouto, nobody gets emotional around here about good ol’ Endeavor.

“Enji’s been in a coma for a couple months now.”

Oh.

* * * * *

There is no footage from the battle at the Avengers Complex, so the news turns to cover the sacrifice and death of Iron Man instead. A purportedly quirkless hero, though it’s highly speculated that he has some sort of intelligence quirk, considering all of his astonishing achievements.

Apparently he’s had a hand in bringing everyone back today. You have mad respect for the man, yet in this moment you can’t find it in yourself to be grateful.

You try changing the channel, but it’s a constant repeat of his story and images of the chaos during the resurgence, so you turn off the TV and flop down.

Fuyumi’s pajamas, though extremely soft and comfy, feel super strange on your body. So does the futon you’re sprawling out on in a corner of the Todoroki’s guest room. Even the air you’re breathing in is heavy with something foreign. Everything feels…wrong. It’s like you’re not supposed to be here. Like you’re not supposed to exist .

A knock on the door disrupts your thoughts. 

Sliding the shoji screen door open, you are greeted with Shouto, in PJs that he’s clearly grown out of, and two steaming mugs of something that smells invitingly sweet.

“I promised you hot cocoa before we ‘died’.” The quotation is implied as best as it can in his even voice. He hands you your mug. “Caramel and a pinch of sea salt.”

Your favorite way of jazzing up a hot choc. “Thanks, Sho.”

You and Shouto sit quietly across from each other at the kotatsu, sipping your respective warm drink. It’s comfortable like this, his long legs tangling with yours under the blanket as you let each other arrive at the conversation at your own pace.

Sometimes, the conversation never comes at all.

“Sorry about Katsuki–”

“Sorry about your dad–”

Today, the conversation comes at the same time. 

You bust out a laugh, the taut string in the back of your head snapping. Shouto follows with his own chuckle, you both falling into a manic sort of hysterics from the sheer ridiculousness of your reality. This is it, the dam has broken, you can’t hold back anymore, and your laughter promptly turns into tears.

Before you know it, Shouto has left his side of the table to crawl over to you. He holds you over his right side, he always does when you cry, to cool your eyes down so they don’t swell and sooth your skin as it inevitably becomes raw with salty tears.

He lets your sobs even out to a steady sniffle before reaching for your mug with his left hand and gently heating it back up. 

“Your shirt’s wet.” You frown.

“I’ve got plenty more.” He gives you the mug. 

You sit back, holding your drink and knees to your chest. “What do we even do now?”

“Right now, you need to sleep.” He points at you with his spoon, then moves to aimlessly fish for tiny pieces of marshmallow in his mug. “As for tomorrow, I don’t know.” He sets the mug down, seeing that the marshmallows would just all fall apart. “But you don’t have to do it alone. Cause if today tells me anything, it’s that you can’t get rid of me .”

He finishes his sentence with a light boop on your nose, causing you to genuinely smile for the first time in what feels like five actual goddamned years .

You hold out your hand.

“Friends even in death?”

He grabs it and gives it a firm shake. “Even in death.”

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