#bnhafanfiction

[elenarayofavalon]

Having multiple hyperfixations at once is so fun. Like, I'm getting back into Pokemon again, playing the games and enjoying the storyline, but I'm still so invested in MHA that I just get cute little nuggets of inspiration like can you imagine how much Shigaraki would relate to N? Or how much fun it would be to talk Enji's ear off about different Pokemon strategies? Or to whine at Shouta for beating you in a link battle for the 50th time?

[free-mha-fic-recs]

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Reformation By LocalCryptid7

I would 100% Recommend this fic to anyone who enjoys Villain Rehab fics ^^<3

[peaceandvictory]

I need to make a complilation of everyone who tells me they like my fan fiction while hating the characters.

[local-depressed-ace]

so a few years ago, at some point in time that i honestly dont know bc covid has warped my sense of time permanently, i decided to build up a hp/bnha crossover in my head bc that’s just like a thing i do apparently when i like a series i just drop in my favourite character (who’s been regulus black for a good six? seven? years) and that’s how i know i like a series so i do that, and then i get this epiphany that he and hawks are otp material?? so yea imma dump this brainrot that has taken over my life and make everyone on the internet suffer with me and my obscure crossover ship that has absolutely zero content otherwise

[deleteddewewted]

Okay we discussed this but... Hawks x reader! Reader is the only one who can make Keigo truly smile. Because I saw some pictures of Hawks looking all serious and I was like awww, I want him to smile. Then it got me thinking, right? Even when Keigo smiles its never a TRUE smile. So reader does this however they do and he's like seriously SHOOK because he didn't think anything could ever make him actually feel good things enough to be able to truly smile. So then after it keeps happening he's like... I need to protect this absolute angel/sunshine personified/ gift to this bleak world at all costs. And reader just wants to keep making Keigo happy and feel loved because no one deserves it more than him in their eyes.

Thank you, Daddy! Love you! 💜💜💜

I'm sorry this took so long but i wanted to make sure i captured something that you would like.

Unique Smile's

Hawks x Gn! Reader

W: Some self worth issues, Falling in Love, Reader Has a Quirk

Weighing what was a rational thing to give versus what was an irrational thing to want was the biggest dilemma of Hawks’ life. He never got what he wanted but he always was given what he needed. As a child, he never questioned what the commission was doing to him or why they were so laser-focused on his quirk’s potential. It felt nice to be considered of value for once but, and there was always a but, he never felt understood by the Commission. He wasn’t a nuisance that someone had to deal with for the first time in his life yet he was an object that was disposable in the eyes of the people who “adopted” him. He hated the fact that he thought of himself to be someone who wasn’t special, someone who didn’t deserve to be listened to, but he tended to not dwell on it. What was the point? He didn’t want to have a therapist, not like he could even if he did. He wasn’t dumb enough to talk to a therapist that would quickly tell the Commission his internal problems.

“Hawks, you’ve been called in for a team-up with Endeavor.” His handler walked into his office, papers in hand.

“Sure. I’ll drop by Endeavors once I’m done with this stack.” Hawks pointed at the papers that piled up on his desk with his pen.

He was glad that Endeavor wanted to do more team-up missions with him but at the moment, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about. He made sure to smile at his handler and thanked them for everything they’ve done for him. He felt the way the edges of his lips dropped the moment the handler left the office. It wasn’t uncomfortable to smile, it just felt off for him. He didn’t understand why smiling was seen as something of value, it was just an action people did. Hawks did multiple photoshoots where he had to smile, pose half nude, and show off his looks for a living. He’s become desensitized to the whole “attraction” aspect of his job. People send him fan letters filled with confessions of undying love and admiration but it was all….so bland. There was nothing in those letters that made his heart flutter, or his stomach feels tight. He was thankful, but that was all he felt. He wondered what it was like to feel the same way his fans did.

Once done with all of his paperwork he opened his office window and jumped out, flying in the direction of Endeavors agency. Hawks watched as the people below him went about their days, mindlessly living without the worry of someday being brutally killed by villains who hated them deeply. After, the war, after everything, he found himself struggling with his wings. Many of the feathers grew back damaged and in some areas, they didn’t grow back at all. He underwent treatment after treatment, his grooming now consisting of spending 2 hours oiling and removing broken pin feathers. He was envious of how others didn’t need to deal with the chronicle pain, envious how some people lost everything, envious of not being stuck in the middle like him. He wanted to feel like he deserved to be “fine”. He didn’t necessarily feel like he had lost enough to be a victim of the war but he also wasn’t any kind of victor. Landing on the hard concrete balcony of the Endeavor agency should have helped bring him back into the present but nothing seemed to do so anymore. He felt stuck again.

The briefing was short but it essentially stated that Endeavor would be needing Hawks aid for a while. They were investigating ex heroes who had been supporting the LIberation army and fighting on the opposite of the war. Many of them defected to other countries and or had stayed in Japan but were in hiding. Hawks still held info on certain safehouses that the Liberation Army had prior to the war. They all agreed on getting groups of undercover heroes to find these ex heroes but certain requirements would need to be met. Hawks was asked if he could detach his feather from himself and change his appearance. He agreed to remove his feathers but he failed to check with himself. His brain ran wild with the fear of losing his wings again. He had grown attached to having them back and to lose them, even for undercover work, felt wrong. Yet, he smiled and went over to Endeavor to bother him about getting lunch later.

You noticed the way the blond hero seemed to flinch at the waiter walking close to his wings. They weren’t relaxed and his fingers twitched at the sudden loud noises that the patrons around them were making. You felt bad for him, especially since his table partner wasn’t noticing his discomfort. So, you did what you could. You asked your coworker, the one that was servicing the #2 and #1 heroes table to give you their tray. You made your way towards the hero’s table and greeted them both with a smile. You gently placed down their meals and asked them if there was anything else you could provide them.

“Maybe some dessert?” Hawks chuckled. His iconic smirk set your heart ablaze for a moment. No wonder he had so many fans that were in love with him.

“I don’t think I would recommend desert before the main course but if it’s for the number 2 hero, I think I can make some arrangements.” You giggled at him and tilted your head to the side as you smiled brightly at him.

Endeavor must have grown annoyed with you standing idly by the table instead of leaving them alone to enjoy their meal because an annoyed groan left his mouth. You excused yourself after getting Hawks’ desert order and leave with a curt bow to them both. The blond man watched you walk away and couldn’t help just watch you. Your uniform was like everyone else’s, your hair was normal, and your heartbeat was regular for someone who was meeting him. But your smile. Your smile made something in him warm. He felt uncomfortably hot under the collar when you smiled at him, and that silly little joke made him want to crack a smile he didn’t know he could want. Endeavor was talking about something mindless across from him but his focus on your heartbeat. It was steady and healthily beating as you walked around the restaurant helping out your patrons in whatever way you could. It was comforting to him, it was rhythmic and calm unlike his own which was in a constant state of frantic beating.

You came back with his desert and even asked Endeavor if he wanted a refill of his drink. Endeavor refused and thank you for your service. Hawks on the other hand itched to reach for you. Would it be wrong for him to want to touch your hand? Would it be off-putting to hold you even though he was practically a stranger to you?

“Do you need anything else, Hawks?” Your eyes felt like they were burning holes on his face and his ears felt warmer.

That’s when he realized that what his face had been doing didn’t match the image he presented. His mouth became crooked with his teeth barely visible past his lips. The corners of his mouth pulled up but didn’t pull to the sides. It was a weird, mismatched, smile that didn’t look normal. It froze you in your spot but you still remained composed even after feeling uncomfortable. You let out a small chuckle in hopes of easing yourself.

“Uh, do- are- are you a full-timer here?” His mouth wobbled and his eyes looked dreamily at you.

“I uh- I’m a full-time employee.” Hawks nodded and continued to stare at you, he even leaned towards you without breaking eye contact. His pupils expanded, taking in your face as if it were the most important thing in the world.

“Do you always want to work here?” Your eyes widened.

You always dreamed of working at a hero agency since you were a child. You knew that being a hero was out of the question considering your quirk was weak but you wanted to still be around the people who saved people like you. The thought of being able to speak casually with those who were essentially gods in human clothing made you giddy every time. You wondered late at night, after your long shifts, if maybe you could someday reach that desired job. Hawks sensed your heartbeat elevate and he decided that maybe it was time to finally make his proposition.

“Well, I have an opening at my agency and I need the positioned filled as soon as possible.” His expression is still odd and unnerving to you but you couldn’t help wanting to hear his offer.

You didn’t think that him offering you a position at his agency would lead to you actually getting the job. You also didn’t think that you would even get the job! You weren’t anyone with influence, you were just a waiter before coming into the agency. Your resume was very short and it was laughable that you were even keeping up with all the work that was thrown your way. Hawks had so much paperwork to go through, you mainly had to respond to fan mail and set up his interviews. At one point you were tasked to set up his modeling shoots and you’ve never felt your face get as heated as it did when you saw him half-naked during his underwear photoshoot. Be it that the work was overwhelming at times you still found joys out of it. The biggest one of all? Making him smile. Hawks had his habits when it came to producing his expressions but smiling in the way that he smiles at you was unique. You could tell. He never softens his gaze at others, he never reaches out to others and gently rubs their shoulder, he doesn’t lean into them. He always lets out this soft laugh, one that would melt anyone’s heart if they ever heard it. Sometimes, it was so tempting to treat him like he were another friend, someone who wasn’t in a position of higher authority. But what you had with him was enough. It was healthy. It was fine with you.

“Hey, Y/n. Be a dear and help me out with this.” Hawks called for you from the changing room he was given by the studio.

Hawks entertained a lot of “normal” photoshoots, nothing too risque that would get him in trouble with his publicist and manager but this one was a bit different. Vogue wanted to do a shoot with the younger heroes and have them model in corsets. Hawks, to say the least, was a bit confused why corsets but you quickly mentioned to him that men in corsets were the latest fad.

“Ooh, so you like guys in corsets?” He leaned towards you, his signature smirk plastered on his face as he looked at you. You missed the way his cheeks turned a light shade of pink at the closeness.

“Its- none of your business what I find attractive…..but yes, I do find it hot.” Hawks was notorious for hating photoshoots but he quickly agreed to the Vogue and their request for one.

That’s how he found himself putting on the corset, a long sleeve dress shirt under it too. He’d be wearing a jacket on top of it too but he still wanted to make sure everything looked good. They had also put some makeup on him, mostly to make his eye markings pronounce, and added red on his lower lid so it would match his wings. He never had any doubts about his looks, his fans made sure to reassure him that he was hot, but he didn’t really care about what they thought of him. In his eyes and in his heart the only opinion that mattered was yours, yet, this entire time you’ve both been at the Vogue studio you’ve maintained a distance from him. So he called for your help. You came rushing into his dressing room and maintained your gaze down on the floor as you approached him.

“Would you mind tightening this for me?” He turned his back to you, revealing the corset and its loose lacing. You trained your eyes on the lace and began to pull it out in order to tighten it. You watched as the garment began to close and how it pulled Hawks’ body into himself. His waistline got smaller the more you pulled the lace and on occasion let out a small gasp. While doing so, you accidentally touched the base of his wings. He let out a loud groan which made you stop and step away from him.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry for hurting you!” You exclaimed. You bowed your head to him and waited for his anger to meet you but instead, you heard laughter.

“No, no, don’t worry about it.” He walked towards you, stopping once he was close enough to your person that you could feel his body heat. He placed a hand on your chin and gently pushed your face up. His smile had your heart hammering in your chest, even though it was strange and off-putting. He was awkward, not suave and it still worked. It still made you want to do more things to make him happy, to get him to show you that weird smile of his.

“It didn’t hurt at all, just took me by surprise.” His thumb rubbed on your jaw as he stared down at you, his eyes half-lidded.

“I’m still sorry for that.” You placed your hand on top of his and offered him a small smile in return.

Hawks knew that it was most likely wrong for him to fall in love with you. He saw how hard you had worked at the restaurant, how your heart of gold was taken for granted, and how you didn’t deserve to be stuck in a job that wasted all of those talents. He didn’t need a replacement but he made a spot for you that was by his side. No one, not even the Commission, complained when you were hired. They all loved you for your kindness and the lovely personality you brought into the space, so how did anyone not expect him to fall for you. You made him feel….different, in a good way. His breathing was heavy and his body was warm whenever you smiled at him. He liked what you did, the influence that you held. That’s why he wished he could kiss you and thank you for the feelings that you cause him to have. Maybe for a later time, when he isn’t needed somewhere else. You both pulled apart from each other, Hawks still smiling down at you as you look up at him.

“Your corset is fully laced. I think you’re ready for your photo shoot.” You move to the side to give him access to the dressing room door.

“Thanks, Y/n.” He smiles back at you and headed out of the room, leaving you behind to take care of his regular clothes and mindlessly scroll through your social apps.

[ramenaddicted]

Shinsou!

@bnhafanfiction

Ok, so my first impression of Shinsou was his voice; like bro are smoking a pack a day between classes? Also, the poor boy is tired. Like the boy trains all day and night to become a hero and he's in general studies.

My impression now is that he definitely is tired af TM, those circles are only getting darker and larger every time he makes an appearance. It's only a matter of time before he starts looking like a koala.

My favorite moment is when he tells everyone he's not interested in making friends, and I'm like bro, this is a Shonen anime. You're gonna become friends with the main character whether you like it or not.

Favorite idea for a story? I have never written for Hitoshi but if I did here would be the SFW version. Hitoshi becomes a taste tester for the reader when making confession chocolates, just chocolates that are going to be given to your crush. Hitoshi feels very envious of the person who's going to receive the chocolates, and the next day after school when he opens his shoe locker, he sees the chocolates that you made. That's when it finally sinks in that you have a crush on him.

NSFW version, it's going to be a college AU. You and Hitoshi both have unconventional side hustles, you are an Only Fans content creator and he works at a sex shop. To celebrate your follower milestone you promise to bring a hot stud in just so your fans can watch you get fucked by a real dick and not the plethora of toys (not sponsored) that you own. the only hang-up is, you don't know anyone willing to fuck on camera. Maybe a nice set of cat-themed lingerie will help Hitoshi get over his camera-shy jitters?

Unpopular opinion? I will never see him as the bad guy. I know some fans are "His quirk is totally a villains quirk." Like yeah, but this boy has suffered so much because of his quirk and being stereotyped as the rival with the evil quirk. Like leave my boy alone

Favorite relationship? Hitoshi and Aizawa, because he literally reminds me of a younger Aizawa.

Favorite Headcanon? The fact that everyone and their mom likes to draw Shinsou messing around with his voice modulator. Like it kills me because it's so funny.

Wanna play? Ask me a question.

[shadow-night]

Tags: Erasermic, Aizawa Shouta, Yamada Hizashi, Eraserhead, Present Mic, slow burn, friends to lovers, homelessness, drug use, mental health, supportive friends, some comedy, fluff, hurt/ comfort

Chapter 31 summary: 

Aizawa listens to more of Yamada’s voice messages, until he hears something he never expected.

[atxlxs]

Beyond The Veil: Chapter 19

In response to the USJ incident, the school had a three day weekend that had Monday off as well as the previous Friday for rest reasons. The time was spent upping security and Eras had been busy investigating and bringing in the necessary resources to ‘veil’ proof the school grounds. Muska had been stuck between feeling sympathy and amusement towards her friends' incredibly done expression as she came back from meetings.

On the Tuesday that they all came back to school, Eras had driven her to the gate and said “Good luck, fuck em up, and let me go wallow in my despair as I have another meeting to attend with the rat.” Muska had given her a suitably unimpressed expression and said “as if you would pass up the opportunity to see your new friend,” stressing the word friend since Muska was almost a 100% convinced that Eras was developing a crush on the man.

She was all but thrown off of the motorcycle afterwards but it was worth it.

Walking into the classroom, only to be bombarded by over-emotional classmates that were worried for her safety was bittersweet since, while she appreciated the sentiment, they were too close to her. Thankfully Midoriya, the godsend he was, sensed this like the overly analytical mastermind he was. Softly, and oh so very polite, Midoriya chastised his classmates for impeding on her personal space and managed to make every single person that had been doing so feel guilty.

“Thanks Mido,” she said, quiet enough for just him to hear.

“Please, call me Izuku! I believe were close enough due to the literal death threat we faced together.”

As soon as that reply was out of Mid- Izuku’s mouth, he had clamped it shut and turned wide and panicked eyes towards hers. If it weren’t for the blatant panic that Izuku was facing after that reply, she would have snorted.

“Trauma bonding, gets to the best of us,” she drawled, satisfied by the shaky and relieved smile she got in return, “go ahead and call me Muska then.”

Sending a quick ‘give me a minute’ glance to the rest of the class, Muska walked over and deposited her bag at her desk before slumping into the chair.

“Alright, questions?”

Immediately there was an uproar and Muska just stared at the rest of her classmates, uncomfortable by the loud noise but also too exhausted to do anything about it. Thankfully, Yoyo calmly got them under control like the goddess she was, and stood out from the rest.

“Sorry about that Viridis-san, the class was just worried about you since you didn’t leave with the rest of us.”

“Ah, yea sorry ‘bout that. I had to give my statement, since I was in the plaza with the main baddies, to Nedzu and the detective so they kept me back. That, and Nedzu was terrified of letting my guardian know what happened.”

Muska studiously ignored how Bakugo, who was ignoring the world up front, shivered at her mention of her guardian. She has elected to never ask Eras what she did that day.

“Why would the Principal be afraid of your legal guardian!?” Iida chopped out, “I find it hard to believe that the principal of such a studious academy such as UA would be afraid to inform a student's guardian of an extreme circumstance such as the one we faced!”

The class winced at the reminder and while Muska was going to respond, Bakugo’s gruff voice interrupted the room.

“Witch Bitch over there’s guardian might as well be classified as an s-class threat to the country. Why wouldn’t the rat be fuckin afraid?!”

Muska snorted, harshly before smirking.

“Ya know, I never asked what she did during her meeting with you and your parents after the battle trials.” She raised an expectant eyebrow and had to choke back her laughter as Bakugo’s face paled.

“You don’t need to fuckin know.” He grit out, turning away from the room and staring out the window to ignore everyone.

In the now quiet of the room, Izuku’s small and quiet voice could be heard clear as day.

“Kacchan’s afraid of someone?”

Poor guy, he sounded terrified.

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---Eras Pov---

Eras parked her motorcycle in the staff parking lot and walked over to the gate while slipping off her helmet. Nedzu was waiting by the entrance, waving a paw in her direction with his feral grin in place.

“Welcome, Eras-san! Classes will start in another 10 minutes and homeroom will end after another 15 so Aizawa-kun will join us shortly afterwards! We’ll be staying in the faculty room during that time so go ahead and relax when we get there!”

Eras nodded and followed the chimera as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. She had given up on looking presentable since she would much rather be at home, so instead of her business outfits she was dressed as normal. Sweatpants and hoodies.

It took a nice 5 minute walk to reach the staff room, mostly due to Nedzu’s short stature though Eras had a feeling that the rat could be faster if he wanted to be, and Eras had collapsed on the nearest couch and took out her laptop. Currently, Present Mic, Midnight, Thirteen, Snipe, and All Might were all in the faculty room. The latter of which was in his small form and shivering with a healthy dose of learned fear when she had shown up.

Why was she at UA for a meeting with the rat? Well, not only did she need to keep them updated on the investigation, she also had to explain some veil terms and in general act as a deterrent.

Sighing, Eras opened up her bag and grabbed 1 of the thermoses filled with coffee and cracked open the first email. Today will be a long day.

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---Muska Pov---

After the whole Muska-has-a-terrifying-guardian moment, Yoyo asked if she was ok and while not really mentally physically she was fine enough so she responded as such. Izuku sent her a knowing look like the cinnamon roll bastard he was but Yoyo had taken it at face value.

They spent the rest of the morning chatting quietly together with Uraraka while the rest of the class settled back into their normal routines. It had been around 10 minutes when Tsu had spoken up loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I wonder who will be substituting today, Kero. With the injuries Aizawa-sensei had I don't think he’ll be coming in soon.”

Ah poor naïve Tsu. Aizawa was just as much a worrying existence in need of therapy as Eras. She distinctly remembered tagging along with her to the hospital to see Aizawa and ended up in the backseat of the jeep while Eras drove Aizawa-sensei home. He had discharged himself against his friends wishes and they weren’t going to help him home as a deterrent from doing so. Much to their chagrin, Eras was perfectly up to the task since the hospital made her uncomfortable as well. Muska could understand, though she really could have used a quiet ride home. Not the basically-flirting-banter she had to listen to instead.

Not that she would say anything, it wasn’t often Eras opened up to people besides Muska. No way in hell would she interrupt that.

Sure enough, the door slammed open in the same dramatic fashion Aizawa seemed to favor and said man stood in the doorway. His elbow was still wrapped but no longer in a sling and his left was still in a cast but it was closer to the usual type and not the literal marshmallow man arm it had been before. Under his right eye sat a crescent shaped scar but otherwise the man looked fine. He seemed to expect the outburst that came afterwards because he just sighed, an inaudible thing, before sending a red glare their way.

“Settle down,” he stated and the room hushed instantly. Except for the raised hand of Tsu.

This time the man did sigh with volume before giving a lazy nod in the girl's direction.

“Are you ok Sensei? We were worried about you, Kero.” Tsu croaked, the rest of the class nodded with agreement.

“I’m fine, nothing but minor annoyances at this point. Recovery Girl will heal me up before the end of the week. No point in staying home when I’m perfectly able to work.”

Aizawa immediately cut off any other questions, and probably wanted to refrain from hearing Kirishima saying ‘so manly’ again, by continuing.

“That being said the fight isn’t over yet,” he ducked his head into his capture weapon at the exclamations that rose out of the panicked class, “The sports festival is approaching.”

Muska honestly thinks Aizawa-sensei is a sadist. Sighing at the chaos that erupted in the room, again, Muska tuned out the rest of homeroom. She had already heard this info from Eras after she came back from a meeting with Nedzu that Saturday.

As Aizawa-sensei left, Yamada-sensei taking his place, Muska was struck with the knowledge that apparently their teacher travels by the fucking vents. WHY were the vents big enough for a 6ft tall, 183cm, man to travel through??????

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---Shouta Pov---

The vents of UA were a favorite shortcut for Nedzu and Shouta by extension. When the rat had redesigned UA’s building, he had made sure to implement several different routes and hidden halls/rooms. Shouta was allowed access the day Nedzu had taken him in as a personal student. Currently, the faculty have suspicions but nothing confirmed when it comes to how the two of them travel at the speeds they do.

This apparently, doesn’t apply to Muska or Eras anymore.

He could feel eyes on him when he had left and the only student capable of that would be Muska, especially with the witch thing she has going on. A quick check through the vents opening confirmed it. When he had gotten to the opening over the faculty room couch, which Eras was currently sitting, her glowing green eyes had snapped up to meet his through the vents cracks. When she seemed to recognize him, the glowing green was replaced by the usual black followed by a raised eyebrow and a small smirk.

Ignoring whatever crossed his mind at the sight, he waved a hand with a vague motion towards the rest of the room. In response, Eras gave a quick look around and returned her eyes with a thumbs up while subtly moving away from the vents opening above the couch. Taking the invitation for what it is, Shouta promptly opened the vent and dropped out, landing perfectly on the couch and instantly slouching. He was about to say something when a thermos appeared in his line of vision.

“I would seriously maim for you.” He deadpanned and took the coffee carefully before taking a sip. How the fuck does she make coffee taste like that? Heaven in a cup.

Several teachers, All Might especially, jumped at his sudden appearance. They snapped to look at him like one would look at a ghost.

“Appreciated but unneeded. If I called for help over something upsetting I have a feeling it would be for a body bag instead of extra muscle,” Eras responded, not skipping a beat while she typed something into an email on her laptop.

“Noted. What's on the agenda?”

“Usual bullshit. Currently sending a passive aggressive email to someone from my clan so they get the memo and get their asses in gear before I personally make a visit. I haven’t been over to the main house in 20 years but I might break that streak. They’ve become complacent.”

“Ugh.” He grimaced but sighed contentedly when he took another sip of his coffee.

“Exactly my thoughts,” she sent him a small smile, fangs peaking out just a bit, “but other then that, I’ll talk with you and Nedzu to solidify a plan for the league and the sports festival which seems to be untargeted. Probably due to the pro hero appearances in the stands.”

He nodded and leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes. He listened to the white noise of fingers typing away at the keys of Eras’s computer. The occasional break to sip coffee before the typing resumed. Almost without his permission, he started to fall asleep. The coffee he was holding, that was half empty already, was gently pried from his fingers.

“Go ahead and sleep. I’ll wake you for the meeting later.”

Well, he supposed, it would be dumb not to take up the offer.

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@baguettehead

[peachesandmilktea]

oH ARE WE DOING THE ALPHABET... B

C!! At least now we know the ask box works once again ✨✨✨

[aheckinmess]

Sasses, Spice, and Everything Nice [Bakugo] (Fluff)

(One-shot 12/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays - and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Bakugo x OC, Katsuki Bakugo, Dynamight, Pro-Hero Bakugo, Pro-Hero OC, Pregnant OC, Some Fluffy Cuteness to Soothe Your Soul, One Explosion Boy, Playing Video Games, With a Side of Cute Banter

Word Count: 971 words

Summary: During a quiet evening in, Ichijiku and Katsuki play some video games with a side of banter.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

"SON OF A SIDEWAYS SALAMANDER!" I yell at my Nintendo Switch. "Kastukiiiiiii, I almost had it..." I whine, flopping against his side as a giant skeleton creature kills my Hollow Knight.

"Are you playing Hollow Knight again?" He chuckles, wrapping an arm around my waist and squeezing me closer to him. His fingers stroke my belly absently. "You told me you've never played it before. It makes sense it would take you a few tries to get it right."

"You say that, but what about you?" I poke out my lip at him and lick his cheek on principle. "You know good and well if youuu were playing..."

"I know, I know." He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, turning the page of his book. "Smartass."

"Better than being a dumbass." I giggle, which makes him grip my cheeks and shut me up with a hard kiss. "Trying to shut me up with brute force won't stop me!"

"That's not what you said last night." He teases, and I smack his arm.

"Behave!"

"Never." He twirls my hair through his fingers and turns back to his book. "Go ahead and give it another try."

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Fifteen minutes later and I shriek at the top of my lungs.

"Kakun, I did it!" I wriggle my legs all happy. "I beat the big boy!"

"Is that his official villain name?" He taunts, before kissing my cheek.

"Maayybbee," I purr. "How's your book?"

"It's the book you recommended to me." He grunts. "I thought since it was fantasy it wouldn't be that great, but..." He trails off.

"Hahah! You like it!"

"I guess." He pouts and then shifts me so I'm curled up in his lap. "Main character's irritating though."

"Thank you!" I agree, setting my Switch to the side and wrapping my arms around his neck. "She's so annoying. I want to jump in the book and slit her throat."

"I don't know that she'd deserve the energy."

"Harsh, Katsu. Harsh." I wiggle my nose. "What do you want for dinner, handsome?"

"You think you can make some of that spicy tempura you made last time?" He asks. "That shit was tasty."

"Sure, I can manage that. But only if you cuddle me for a few more minutes." I tangle my fingers up in his hair. It's always so spiky, but that makes it that much more fun to play with as I massage his scalp.

"That's an easy request."

My request for cuddles results in me falling asleep for a few minutes against Katsuki's broad chest. When my eyes flutter open, the soft music of Zelda and the clicking sound of him pressing buttons serenades my ears.

"Katsuki?" I mewl, yawning and lifting my head up to meet his eyes. I smell something spicy and turn to look around. Spicy tempura sits on the table. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"You've got a whole human growing inside you, Tiger, you're allowed to take a nap." He ruffles my hair. "Besides, if you're that tired today I don't want to make you get up just to cook. You're fine." He promises.

"How far have you gotten?" I ask after a silent moment.

"Trying to beat this damn thunder blight." He huffs, backflipping for a flurry rush and slamming the beast with his weapon as quickly as possible. "I got all the other divine beasts but this bastard is resisting like he has any choice in the matter."

I laugh. "You're so cute."

"Cute? Me? We need to get you some new glasses, Tiger."

"But you arrreeee! You try not to be but you just can't help yourself." I squish his cheeks and kiss him.

"Whatever." He licks his lips, eying me salaciously before turning back to the Switch screen. "FUCK!" His exclamation jolts me, but he shifts and rubs my back to keep me soothed. "Sorry. I lost. I'll try again later."

He picks me up in his arms and carries me to the charging dock to put the Switch away. When he returns to the couch, he sets me down and lifts my shirt a bit.

"Hey, Small Fry, don't repeat that word, you hear? Your mom might murder me in my sleep."

"There is no might to it. I will murder him in his sleep." I chirp fondly to my belly.

"Oh, so I'm not allowed to curse, but you're allowed to condone the murder of parental figures?" Katsuki suddenly tackles me and nuzzles his face in my neck. "I see your double standards."

"It's not condoning murder. It's teaching him to be a man of his word."

"Then I'm just teaching her a bigger vocabulary."

I narrow my eyes at him but end up snorting anyway. "Okay, I get your point." I direct my commentary to the bean in my belly again. "No one shall be murdering your father, little one, fret not."

"And I won't be using any curse words in front of you...intentionally."

"Good. Now, I'm starving, Kakun."

"Mmph, there's not a chance I can stay here a few more minutes, is there?" He sneaks a hand over my belly as his breathing gets deeper. Even though he whispers, I can hear every word. "I'll protect you and your mommy forever, okay? I promise."

My fingers rake through Katsuki's hair again, tears glittering in my eyes. I love you so much. You're going to be such a good daddy.

"We'll both protect you." I purr.

"And teach you how to fight." Kastuki adds quickly. He delivers one final kiss to the tender, taut skin and then pulls back. "Alright, time to eat. Hope you like spicy food, kid."

"If he has your attitude? There's no doubt." I smirk.

"And if she has yours, we're all in trouble."

Want More Bakugo? Try: Fire in the Hole - Boom! Goes the Dynamight

Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider!

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A deadman's gun by NohaIjiachi

A deadman's gun by NohaIjiachi

This fic is prefect for anyone who wants a bittersweet ending. It is restricted meaning that you must have an AO3 account to read this.

Have a good time reading (I know I did lol ^^<3)

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Think: Chapter Three: Practicing Control

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warning: This work contains mild language and violence. Please be aware this piece is in second person perspective, following my original character, Think, Anna Kokoro, who is a transfer student from America. I will be posting in chapters/sections. I hope you have as much fun reading these pieces, as I did writing them.

 Chapter Three: Practicing Control

In the girl’s locker room, you were finally able to get your hands on your hero suit. You’d sent in your application weeks ago, and though the rest of your classmates were used to their costumes, you were about to experience one of your most sought after dreams. You were definitely worried about how flashy your suit would be, but all the same it forced bubbles of joy popping through your stomach.

“Are you going to open it or just look at it?” Uraraka asked. She smiled at you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Come on! Let’s see it!”

You nodded, clicking it open. You brightened your smile, beholding the lustrous fabric.

“It’s so sparkly!” Mina bubbled.

“Wow,” you said, adjusting your glasses. “It’s beautiful.”

“Interesting that you went with a caped design,” a girl with green hair said.

“I’m a bit of sucker for the classics,” you said, holding the fabric to your chest. “I hope that I can live up to such a beautiful costume.”

After you’d changed, you covered your face in your hands before stepping in front of the mirror. Your glasses had been placed inside your helm to keep them securely on your head when you used your quirk. The fabric of your costume was breathable, light weight. You felt the most comfortable in your black combat boots, so they were the only aspect of your outfit that you didn’t change from your everyday attire.

You removed your shaking fingers away from your eyes, looking at someone who you didn’t recognize. You had a Valkyrie-styled crown ending below your eyes, adorned with engraved feathers and blue accents. The mask wasn’t pointed, but curved around your rounder features, and cloud-like textures brushed the metallic surface. Your body suit was in a midnight blue, accented with glittering silver that made an exaggerated “T” over your chest that ran the length of each arm, complete with a black and silver belt that contained your essential items, like tissues, hand sanitizer, and silver metal balls that you could easily use to fight with using your mind powers. A skirt settled around your hips in black, covering yourself up so that you felt comfortable in your own skin. The sleeves went all the way to your hands, ending with fingerless black gloves. Your cape was certainly the star, however. The bottom of the cape was scalloped mimicking a cloud, with the same pattern cut out a few inches above the end. The fabric itself was a blue that when shifted became silver, as if a true color had never been intended for it.

“It’s just like I imagined,” you said with joyful tears in the corners of your eyes. “B-but, I don’t look like myself.” Your head dropped.

“You do,” Uraraka said, holding up your cape as if it was blowing in the wind. “You look like that suit was made for you. Trust me.”

“Y-you really think so?” you asked her, looking up into the mirror again, only to catch sight of her pink and vibrant suit.

“Y-you look so beautiful, Uraraka!” you yelled, spinning on her. “It’s so you!”

Uraraka nervously rubbed the back of her head. “It’s a bit revealing if you ask me, but it does the job. Now, come on, let’s show off that new outfit of yours.”

           All of the girls were already headed through the long corridor that led out to Gym Gamma. A loud laugh boomed through the sports center like a sonic wave, forcing you to hesitate following the rest of the girls.

           “You look more and more like pro heroes every time I lay my eyes on you! Ha, ha, ha!”

           “The boys must have gotten out faster than us. I didn’t know All Might would be joining us for practice today,” Uraraka said thoughtfully.

           “All Might, really? How exciting?” You bounced up and down, trying to see over your classmates. You didn’t have to jump too high though. He was so tall. He was facing away, toward the boys, all dressed in their hero uniforms.

           When All Might turned around, you stopped short. He was in full hero attire, and he was huge. Never had you ever seen so many muscles on a single human being. His smile was infectious, and you couldn’t help but begin smiling as well.

           “The ladies as well…” All Might paused, his eyes landing directly on you. “Ah, a new face! How rude of me?!” Then he was gone. A gust of wind sent your cape wild, as you steadied your balance before the hulking man was leaning down over you. “And who might you be, young one?”

           “S-so fast,” you stammered, looking up at him in shock. You took a step back ready to bolt. Feeling your hair begin to take flight, you tried your best to calm yourself before you accidently sent a mind blast through the rest of your classmates.

           “Easy,” Mr. Aizawa cut in, stepping between you and All Might.

           Your emotions instantly snapped back into place. You couldn’t believe you’d almost lost yourself again. All Might looked confused, but he leaned back, letting out another hearty laugh.

           “I’m okay,” you said sheepishly.

           Mr. Aizawa let out a low contemplative hum, and he stepped away, keeping his watchful eyes trained on you. All Might’s tense smile brightened again, and he placed his fists onto his hips.

“I am sorry, young hero. I can get a bit overexcited at times!” All Might apologized. “What is your name?”

You straightened up so that you would make a better impression. “I’m Anna Kokoro, but most people call me Think, sir.” For some embarrassing reason, you felt it was necessary to salute him and did so. You quickly smacked your head afterword, smiling up at him self-consciously.

“Ha, ha, ha! Such an interesting hero name! I will have to keep an eye on you. Why with that flashy outfit, I’m sure your quirk is nothing to scoff at!” All Might put his arm around your shoulders, leading you over to the rest of the class before he disappeared again and appeared in front of all of you. “Mr. Aizawa has advised me that you are all working on team-up moves. Excellent! What better way is there to hone your skills then by working together?”

“I am simply going to observe today. You will work in your groups to better coordinate. Although in real life situations it is likely that you will come upon unknown heroes to work with, it is often you will come into contact with the same hero if they are in your agency or located in the same district. If you are going to be sidekicks, a special move is almost expected.” Mr. Aizawa yawned, looking blearily up at All Might. “All Might has volunteered to stand in for dummies during practice. Otherwise, UA has supplied you all with these cardboard cut-outs of villains so you can get your positioning down. Please separate into your groups at this time.”

All Might gave you all an enthusiastic thumbs up, and you were suddenly overwhelmed by how flashy the rest of your classmates were dressed. As you were shorter than everyone else, spotting your group proved to be a bit more difficult than anticipated. Lucky for you, Todoroki had spotted you out of the crowd. He came up to you, a stoic expression on his face. His hero costume was so cool…in fact the colors were very similar to your own. He must have noticed as well because he looked down at his own hero suit and then back up to yours.

“I like it,” he said.

You blushed. “It seems that we have similar tastes,” you said.

“Woah,” Midoriya’s trembling voice floated over to you, but you hadn’t caught sight of him yet.

A boy in a full green suit with bunny ears had approached you, and you were confused.

“Midoriya?” you asked.

He removed his mask and smiled at you, tucking down the metal piece in front of his mouth. “Hi, again.” Midoriya waved a white-gloved hand at you. “Nice suit. I like the sparkles.”

“T-thank you,” you stuttered. You twisted back and forth making your skirt flutter with you.

Mr. Aizawa approached the three of you, and the tension returned in your shoulders. He tugged at the scarf around his neck before his eyes fell on you. “Let me know if you have questions. You have a little catching up to do with the rest of the class, so don’t push yourself too hard today.” He left the three of you to those words, taking a position close to your group.

“D-don’t worry about him,” Midoriya said, noticing the tension in the way you were moving. “He was like this with me too when I first started. He wants to make sure that you don’t hurt yourself.”

“It’s not my intention to,” you said, puffing out your cheeks. “I wish that I didn’t need babysitting though.”

“No one tries to get hurt,” Midoriya said lightly. “I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it in no time. It’s just training anyways. We won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Midoriya flexed his arm, making a fist like a real encouraging pro hero.

Todoroki nodded vigorously at that. “As long as we’re together, there shouldn’t be any issues,” Todoroki said. “We’ll keep you safe.”

“I’ll keep you two safe too!” you exclaimed, holding your fist in the air.

Midoriya smiled warmly at you. Todoroki took his position in the small battle area you were designated, but after seeing your adversaries, he couldn’t help but go and inspect them. Todoroki flicked his finger against one of the villain cardboard cut-outs and sighed.

“I’m afraid Midoriya and I will end up destroying these within seconds,” Todoroki said in a low voice. “I’m not sure how effective this training will be if every time we attack our opponent they’re eviscerated.”

“That is why I am here!” All Might dropped between the three of you. “Ha, ha, ha!”

The gust of wind that All Might produced from his drop nearly sent you flying. Midoriya placed a steadying hand on your back, and you breathed in, finally able to catch your balance.

“Young Midoriya! Young Todoroki! Think! Mind if I cut in?” All Might asked, readying himself for battle.

“W-we haven’t even done a full run through of our plans, All Might,” Midoriya said.

“Ah, but that is the true disadvantage that the everyday hero faces. We have to think quickly on our feet and adapt to anything the villains throw at us.” All Might dramatically punctuated each of his words with his own strange game of charades, before he settled back into his heroic stance.

You nodded in agreement, giving a determined look in the direction of Midoriya. “All Might’s right. We went over the logistics in class, so we can try the dry run. I believe in us.”

Todoroki affirmed your statement with a nod in assent.

“If you two are certain, I will give it my all,” Midoriya said.

The three of you, to the best of your ability, took natural positions in opposition to All Might.

“The villain approaches. His very presence brings fear in the hearts of civilians. They flee in terror, feeling the rage inside the villain escalate.” All Might dramatically tears the cardboard cut outs away, throwing them off into oblivion. The wind from that small move, nearly sends you tumbling off of your feet again, but you brace yourself. “Ha, ha, ha! Three heroes? You think you can stop me?” All Might said. He turned his face down, making a menacing grin that sent a shiver through your body.

“Now’s our chance. Mind Split!” Midoriya shouted loud enough for Todoroki and you to drop into your designated formation. Midoriya stood to your right front, while Todoroki your left so that he could easily use his ice powers.

Are you ready for the distraction? Your mind reached out to Midoriya and Todoroki.

Yes, they affirmed simultaneously in your mind.

Taking one hand from your temple, you shot out your hand toward All Might. All Might braced himself for a physical attack, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning in. It was to your advantage that he didn’t know what your quirk was. You knew you wouldn’t be able to knock him off balance due to his strength, so it was best to take a different approach than a mind push. You flipped his cape right over his head, catching him immediately off guard.

Now! you said.

Midoriya and Todoroki moved in tandem, breaking off in opposite directions and coming at All Might from either side. All Might must have heard them coming because before they could collide with him, he jumped up.

On me, you said, completely aware that All Might had shifted his direction toward you. Midoriya made it to you first, blocking the powerful blow that would have put you out of commission. The backlash from the two’s collision sent you flying all the same though, and you couldn’t brace yourself. Just as you thought that you might hit ground, Todoroki had you in his arms. The air was cold as he slid to a stop on his ice.

You’re not hurt, are you? he asked, looking down at you and steadying you back on your feet.

No. I’m fine, you thought. Your legs, however, didn’t seem to agree with you because as soon as he placed you down they buckled beneath you.

Todoroki put a steadying hand on you again, until you were able to stand on your own.

After exchanging a few blows, Midoriya and All Might leapt back from each other.

“Very clever,” All Might announced. “It’s as if you can read each other’s minds.”

“We can,” Todoroki said plainly.

“Ah!” All Might said, as if discovering something grand. “You!” He pointed directly at you. “You’ve been pulling the strings, certainly a talent to behold. You moved my cape as well?”

You nodded, finally finding your balance.

“I would say that was a good test run. I would prepare for uncertainties. As soon as the villain realizes that Think is the brain of the operation, they may target her. As she will be exposed, the two of you will need to make sure that you can cover her at a moment’s notice. Now, I must assist your classmates. Good show! You all get All Might’s signature approval. Ha, ha, ha!” All Might gave you all a thumbs up and dashed off.

You pouted slightly, realizing your time with All Might was so short, but you were glad for the pointers.

“Are you sure that you are alright?” Todoroki asked again. “Anything hurt?”

You looked up at him. His eyes spoke of concern and uncertainty. You put your fists on your hips, putting the bravest smile you had on your face.

“Ha, ha, ha!” you deepened your voice to imitate All Might’s. “I’ve never been better!”

“That’s actually a pretty good impression,” Midoriya said.

Todoroki wasn’t as amused. He put a hand on your shoulder. “I’m being serious. Are you hurt?”

You blinked up at him, and your smile faded. “I’m okay, Todoroki.”

“You’re shaking,” he said.

That was just it. Your hands were shaking, a lot. You hadn’t even noticed. You’d never been in a real combat situation besides the entrance exam. This was the most training that you’ve had. Whether it was adrenaline or fear, the shaking didn’t seem to stop. Your knees began to buckle again, and Todoroki caught you before you collapsed.

“Are you feeling dizzy?” he asked.

“No,” you said.

“L-let’s sit down for a second,” Midoriya said.

The three of you carefully made it to the ground, sitting in a circle. Neither of the boys spoke, they just waited until the shaking appeared to subside, taking this time to stretch out.

“I’m sorry,” you said, breaking the silence. “I-I don’t know what happened.” You opened and closed your hands in front of you.

“You did well,” Midoriya said. “I’ve never seen anyone be able to move and foresee like you did. If you hadn’t told us where All Might was going to move next, he’d probably have gotten to you before we did.”

You bit your lip, tugging on the end of your braid. Todoroki simply observed your every move. You thought that he was probably trying to figure out why your body reacted the way it did. You were also trying to figure out the same thing. You hadn’t used too much power. You felt more energized than ever even.

“Why are you three sitting around?” Mr. Aizawa’s deep voice rang out. His eyes were on you.

“Just stretching, Aizawa Sensei!” Midoriya said. His shaking voice gave away the lie, more than his less than subtle exaggerated stretches.

Mr. Aizawa bent down, exhaling. “I had a hard time working with others when I started hero training. My body had always cramped up before training with classmates, more so than when I was ever out in the real world or on the job.” Mr. Aizawa held up his hand before Midoriya could begin rambling about his hero work and asking tedious questions. “If you neglect yourself during the battle, your body will neglect you. You put too much focus on others, when you should make sure your stabilizing yourself. The shaking will go away in time. It’s most likely a side effect of your efforts in that battle. Don’t spread yourself too thin. Trust that your teammates can take care of themselves and trust that you can take care of them.” He was acting as if he was speaking to the group, but he was really talking to you. “In short…” he held out his hand to you. “…you got too excited. Get better at controlling your emotions.”

You grabbed his hand and stood up. “Thank you,” you muttered. “I will.”

“Start practicing before I make you stay after class,” Mr. Aizawa huffed, making his way back to his corner.

“Yes, sir,” the three of you said.

Todoroki kept close to you the rest of practice. At the slightest stumble, he was by your side ready to catch you at a moment’s notice. You tried to assure him you were fine, but he didn’t appear to want to stay away. Toward the end of class, you were all working on precision moves. Todoroki used both his left and right side with extreme accuracy and devastating power. Midoriya practiced controlling his quirk with his fingers, sending villain cutouts flying. You utilized the metal balls in your utility belt, sending them at remarkable speeds, being sure not to hit vital parts of the body doing so. This move would only be used for stronger opponents. Using this technique was a lot like sending a bullet if your full attention was used. It certainly wasn’t as flashy as Midoriya’s or Todoroki’s quirks, but it was effective.

“W-wow, Think! Force push and now you can whip objects like weapons with your mind. I’d hate to be on your bad side.” Midoriya looked panicked briefly. “Not that I would ever want to get on your bad side that is.”

Todoroki was steadying his breath beside you. He’d been working his quirk to its full extent since All Might had disappeared. Sweat ran down the length of his face. You wondered why he was putting all of his energy into training, when you all had to still get through the rest of the day. His stamina was probably exceptional. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to put your all into training, but you worried what it would leave you in a catatonic state for the rest of your classes. Seeing him give it his all, made you want to do your best as well.

“U-um, if you two don’t mind…” Midoriya and Todoroki gave you their full attention. “I’ve been trying to work on, well, flight recently. I’ve noticed since I was a child that I can cause a lot of objects and people to fly, but when it comes to myself it’s a bit more complicated, and I worry that I may take it too far too, you know? So, I was wondering if I could try to work on it now. It could assist us with our special move, if I could perfect it in time, but doing it alone could go poorly pretty fast if I go too high up.”

“Of course,” Todoroki said. “Whatever I can do to assist you. I believe I need a break from target practice anyway.”

Midoriya went into a series of mutterings indecipherable to you. When he finally noticed the two of you staring at him, he shook his head vigorously. “Can I get my notebook?” Midoriya asked. He bolted before you could respond, and you shrugged at Todoroki.

“He might be more excited than I am about unlocking my quirk to its full potential,” you said, stretching your arms over your head.

“Are you not excited about it?” Todoroki asked, and his eyebrows furrowed.

You looked to your boots, taking in the image of your lucky charm, dangling at the end of your lace. The small blue sparkling cloud reminded you of why you came here in the first place. You wanted to help people. You had the potential to do great things. That cloud was not only a looming reminder that with that hope of becoming a hero, came dark thoughts and doubt. That shimmering blue was a reminder that no matter how clouded your mind was, how bleak the future could look, a hero will always shine through. No one could stop the rain, despite seeing the clouds. No one could stop you from doing what you dreamed of.

“I think I am excited about it,” you said. “I’m excited, despite…”

Midoriya came back into view, breathing heavily. Todoroki was caught off guard by his presence. Midoriya started waving his notebook overhead, and a bright grin graced his nervous lips.

“Why do you look upset?” Midoriya asked. “I don’t have to take notes if you don’t want me to.” He tucked his notebook behind his back. “It’s not even here anymore.” He waved his arm as if to say you could forget about it.

“N-no, that’s not it. I promise,” you said. “I really want your help. I’m sure your perspective could give me better insight.”

“Uh…” Todoroki opened his mouth to say something, but faltered a bit. His eyebrows had furrowed again, but you supposed he didn’t want to push you past what you were comfortable talking about.

“Are you ready then? We probably have fifteen minutes or so left of class,” Midoriya said, hovering his pen over a blank page.

“Yes,” you said. “Forgive me if it takes several attempts.”

“Take your time,” Todoroki said, “I’ll be here if you fall.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and clearing your mind. You placed your hands on either side of your head to steady your thoughts. You reached into your awareness, thinking of all the times you were able to lift objects. The easiest way you could visualize it was an extension of yourself, like an extra appendage. If you could focus your thoughts, as to picture arms lifting you from the ground in support, you could be able to lift your own body.

Loose strands of hair began to float from your sweaty forehead, as you focused the energy into arms and then hands, extending it from your own mind. How were you to lift yourself, with yourself though? You would need an entirely other form. You would need someone else to lift you, hold you up. The image of the arms faltered a bit, and you bit your lip, feeling your brow twitch in frustration. Focus. If you needed someone to lift you, you could create that in front of you. You didn’t need to go very high, not now. You just needed to be able to lift yourself from the ground.

“We’re right here. Take your time,” Todoroki whispered.

Your thoughts burst into life with his warm voice. In your wavering construct, Todoroki’s support for you sparkled. The clouds cleared, and you saw him lifting you, a wavering image of red and white, holding you in the air. Your breath caught in your throat, as you felt weightless. Your boots lifted from the ground. It was as if Todoroki’s hands were supporting your waist, holding you. You spread your arms wide, letting the feeling take you.

“That’s it,” Todoroki said. “I’m here to catch you.”

With his encouragement, you could feel your limitations break. The ceiling keeping you down was shattered. The image of Todoroki in front of you grew farther away, his hands released you, keeping in place as if to say he was there, when you came back. Weightless, boundless, you could feel what you always wanted to. No restrictions held you. You could let your mind slip as long as he was there. You could let yourself float, continue upward.

You opened your eyes and realized you’d nearly reached the gymnasium ceiling. Panic seized you. Nothing was holding you up here. Your mind lost focus. The image of being held completely disintegrated. All that was left was your fear. The clouds could not catch you up here. The rain could glisten, could shine, but nothing held you. You were alone, alone in your room scared to ask for help, alone in your thoughts, alone in your pursuit of being a hero. Tears came before you knew it.

Catch yourself! You wanted to scream. Thoughts barreled through your head. Fellow classmates’ thoughts came crashing through your consciousness. Panic. You heard panic. Pity. You heard pity.

Who would go that high up?

Do they have a death wish?

Is she falling?

You couldn’t keep the thoughts out. You grabbed your head in pain. It hurt. The wind rushed past you. You shut your eyes. An image flickered in your mind, but it was replaced by multiple voices, too many voices.

I’ve got you. One voice. His voice.

You felt the hands around you again, cradling you. Cold air whipped against your tear streaked cheeks.

“Todoroki?” you asked.

“I’ve got you,” he said.

You opened your eyes to see him holding you. His calm demeanor made relief flood your chest, and you clutched at his uniform, burying your face in his jumpsuit. He’d propelled himself up to you on a shelf of ice and flew off of the other side, just before you reached the ground he blasted another ramp of ice to gently take you back to earth.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Mr. Aizawa met the two of you at the bottom of the ramp. He looked furious, as Todoroki gently placed you down. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”

The wind rushed past you. A shadow fell over you and Todoroki and Mr. Aizawa’s angry face was replaced by a broad back.

“Ha, ha, ha! Such a daring move by a new student, bold and inventive, wouldn’t you say Shouta? The way that the group coordinated to catch her was also a sight to behold. Trust is truly essential in group projects. Ah, look at the time? Class is over. Let’s catch up Aizawa. I have some vital hero questions to ask you.” All Might ushered Mr. Aizawa in the other direction, being sure to motion to the three of you to get out of there while you still could.

Todoroki had his arm still wrapped around you protectively. Your temple was still stinging, but the voices had silenced themselves.

“Thank goodness you’re okay,” Midoriya said. “It started really slow, and then all of a sudden you shot up so fast. Todoroki moved before I even knew what was happening.”

“Are you in any pain?” Todoroki asked.

“My head,” you managed to croak out, shutting your eyes tightly.

“May I?” he asked. His slender fingers began to lift up the edge of your mask.

“Yes,” you said.

He slipped the head gear off of you, handing it over to Midoriya. Todoroki placed his palm over your forehead, activating his quirk so the cold pressed against your temple like an ice pack. A satisfied hum broke from your lips, and you leaned into his gentle touch.

“I’m taking you to Recovery Girl to make sure nothing severe happened to you physically or mentally.”

“But, you’ll be late for class,” you muttered weakly.

You let your eyes flutter open and saw Midoriya closely examining you for any injuries. You wiped at your face to brush off the tears, nudging the tip of your nose with your knuckle. Midoriya looked a bit panicked, as his eyes grew three times their normal size.

“B-blood,” Midoriya said.

“W-what?” you asked, then you saw the crimson on the back of your hand.

Todoroki paused, pulling you away from him to see that your nose had started bleeding. “You pushed yourself too hard,” he said.

You fished around in your belt pockets for tissues and once you grabbed some you held your nose closed. “I-I’m fine. It’s not a wound. It’s just a nosebleed.”

“I should get Mr. Aizawa,” Midoriya said nervously.

“N-no!” you shouted at him.

He jolted back in shock.

“P-please don’t. I’ve already caused so much trouble…I could get expelled if…”

“Midoriya, we’re taking her to Recovery Girl. Have Uraraka collect Think’s uniform from the girl’s locker room.”

“B-but, Todoroki…”

“We can only help right now. Getting our teacher involved is not going to solve the problem at hand. All Might brought his attention away from us for a reason. You do trust his judgment, don’t you Midoriya?” Todoroki waited for Midoriya to respond.

Midoriya looked as if he considered stopping him, but then he faced you, concern in his eyes. He nodded. “You can count on me,” Midoriya said, taking off in the direction of Uraraka. “Feel better, Think!”

Todoroki sighed, and a mist of condensation fell from his lips. “Midoriya needs to calm himself. He’s not normally this flustered when it comes to serious situations.”

You shut your eyes again, feeling a pain settle in your temple. “Thank you for catching me,” you said. Your whole body was trembling again. The fear crept back under your skin, clawing its way back into your thoughts. You’d lost control, and you could have died. If Todoroki hadn’t caught you, you knew you wouldn’t have been able to catch yourself.

Todoroki nodded shortly. He guided you from the training facility and through the halls. When running into other classmates, Todoroki took extra care to shield you from wandering eyes. Both of you were fully dressed in your hero costumes still, so attention was to be expected. When you walked into the nurse’s office, your heart had finally settled in your chest and your head had gone from searing pain to a nullified ache. Todoroki sat you down in a nearby chair.

“Wait here. I’ll get Recovery Girl.”

You grabbed Todoroki’s hand, forcing him to stop. He turned back toward you, furrowing his brow.

“I’m sorry,” you said, biting your lip. “I didn’t mean to cause so much trouble. I shouldn’t have tried to—”

Todoroki placed another cooling hand under your chin, cupping your face so that you’d look up into his eyes. “You don’t need to apologize. I promised I’d be there for you. Are you saying that you didn’t trust that I would?”

“N-no, that’s not it,” you said. You squirmed under his analyzing gaze. You wouldn’t have even tried to fly if you didn’t think he was being honest with you. “I-I don’t want to cause you trouble.”

“The only trouble you’re causing me is not letting me take care of you.”

You shut your mouth, pressing your lips into a firm line. His hand slid down to yours again, and he gave you a reassuring smile.

“I’ll be right back,” he said squeezing your hand. “We’ll have to take care of that head of yours.” He left you, sitting in the waiting area. You stared at the hand he had squeezed, and the image of him lifting you in the air surfaced briefly again.

“Think!” Uraraka shouted. She rushed into the room, almost falling when she caught sight of you after sliding in. She grabbed you immediately, pulling your face against hers. Her hot tears of relief slid down your already tear-stained face. “I’m so glad you’re, okay,” she cried, rubbing her cheek affectionately against yours. “I didn’t even know you could fly.”

Tears bubbled in your eyes, and you began crying too, sharing the moment with your best friend. The two of you cried together through strained smiles. “I wasn’t sure I could fly either,” you blubbered.

She patted her hand on your back and then proceeded to wipe your new found tears away with her fingers, and you did the same with her face.

Todoroki’s rushed footsteps perked your attention. “Are you—” Todoroki slid into sight, ready to come to you. He looked stunned to see the two of you holding each other in tears.

“Look, Todoroki. S-she’s okay.” Uraraka started crying again, but you choked down your own tears to pat her comfortingly on the back.

“Uraraka!” Midoriya’s voice called out. He poked his head in the room to see the two of you falling over each other in an emotional pool of tears. Not much to your surprise, Midoriya also started crying and came over to join in the group. “Think? Your nose stopped bleeding. You’re okay.”

Todoroki ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. “She hasn’t even been checked yet,” he said plainly.

“Now, now, dearie, this is just part of the healing process.” Recovery Girl settled a reassuring hand on the small of Todoroki’s back. “No, need to worry. I can already tell she hasn’t received physical damage from the ordeal. She was most likely in shock.” Recovery Girl came shuffling by the young man to the emotional glob in front of her. “If you’d excuse me, may I see my patient?”

Uraraka and Midoriya held each other for comfort, nodding vigorously and backing away from you. You quickly wiped away your tears again.

“How are you feeling, child?” Recovery Girl asked.

“B-better,” you said.

“Good, good,” Recovery girl said. “Open your eyes wide now, follow my finger.” You were able to with ease.

“My head stings a little bit,” you said, “But, everything else seems to have gone back to normal.”

She proceeded to check your ears, throat, and nose. “Todoroki said that your nose was bleeding. Is this true?” she asked.

“Yes,” you said, “But, that’s happened to me before. Quite often actually.” You rubbed the back of your head, smiling sheepishly.

“You didn’t pass out did you? That could mean that something more serious could have happened. You don’t appear to have a concussion.” She hummed in thought.

“No, ma’am. I didn’t,” you said.

“That’s good. If you had passed out, I may have needed to contact your parents—”

“No!” you shouted. You covered your mouth in apology. Everyone was looking at you now. Uraraka seemed to be the only one that understood why you’d shouted by the gentle look in her gaze. “That’s not necessary. I’m fine really.” Your parents wouldn’t possibly understand. They would make you go home. They would think it was too dangerous for you to become a hero. You’d lose your chance.

“Well, you do appear alright. Take this headache medication and just make sure to rest after class. No more strenuous activity for the rest of the day.” Recovery Girl waved you away after handing you two pills from a bottle on the counter beside her. “Off you all go. You need to all get to class. Shoo. Shoo. Be lucky that it wasn’t serious this time.”

You nodded with a tense smile. “I won’t do anything too strenuous,” you said. “Thank you for your assistance.” You bowed vigorously, Midoriya and Uraraka following suit.

Uraraka and Midoriya launched on you in a warm embrace, and you couldn’t help but let the joy rise up in you. You looked back at Todoroki who appeared relieved. It was certainly an exhausting day, but it wasn’t over yet.

[writinginthedarkwood]

The Vampire's Prize Pt 1: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

"Why couldn't it be any cooler?" Your best friend May whined and tied her flannel in a knot, exposing her midriff. She grabbed her hair and piled it on top of her head in a messy bun and slumped in her camp chair. "You don't think it's a nice night out?" Your mouth turned up into a slight smile as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You absorbed the smells of the forest, the damp earth at your feet, the red and brown leaves in the tall tree's over your head. Everything mixed together with your camp fires low gray smoke and created the perfect Autumn medley of atmosphere. You wished you could bottle up the smell and create a candle out of it. "A nice night? It's still like, 100 degree's out? I thought it was supposed to be fall." You poked at the fire trying to stir it back up and giggled at May's complaints. It might be a little hot for this time of year, but spending time with your friends was just the thing you needed to get your problems pushed behind you. Your best friends face changed, something more serious crossing her mind. She chewed on her lip, and on the thought that sat behind it for a moment. "What's up?" You asked with a one eyebrow cocked. She leaned on her hands and started to ask what was on her mind. "Isnt it a little awkward for you to uhm..." she looked up at you with a look of concern. "To be out here with two couples?"

You didn't respond right away. It's not the greatest to be a fifth wheel, but the most awkward part about the situation is that you were SUPPOSED to have someone with you. Your boyfriend was going to come, but two weeks ago he suddenly dumped you, seemingly out of the blue. You weren't too devastated, I mean things weren't that serious between you two. But watching May and her boyfriend, and his two best friends do romantic things all weekend did make thing's feel a little weird. "No it's not awkward. I'm better off single." You smiled and May didn't buy it. Of course it hurt, but there has to be more to life than relationships. May looked behind her towards the hiking trail. "Don't you think they should be back by now?" She asked, her voice a little high pitched with worry. "I thought I heard something down the trail just now." You both stayed quiet, listening for something. The fire crackled and popped, but nothing in the forest moved, not even the leaves. "I don't hear anything. I'm sure they'll be back soon." You assured May.

Another half an hour passed by with no sign of the rest of your friends. The three of them just wanted to walk down to the river really fast to see if the water had gone down, you all planned on kayaking tomorrow if the river wasn't moving too fast. "Maybe something happened. We should go look for them." May picked at her nails. "Do you remember if Lee brought his hunting knife with him?" You ask her. You stood up and poured some water over the fire. May pulled out a flashlight and the two of you walked down the trail towards the river.

It only took two minutes to reach the river bank, it was right outside of your camp ground. May panicked and ran to the edge of the water, her feet splashing loudly in the dead quiet night. She screamed out for Lee, gripping at her hair. You walked to the pile of kayaks you planned on using tomorrow, nothing seemed out of the ordinary around them. May turned to you with tears in her eyes. "This isn't a funny prank Lee!" She screamed out in your direction. You tried to console her, get her to stop screaming but her panic only grew. "Please stop May, we don't know what happened to them. We need to stay quiet and collected." May's eyes shifted away from you and over your shoulder. She gasped in horror and covered her mouth, holding in a scream. Her shaky finger pointed behind you. You whip your head around look up. Hanging in the tree over your head was Lee's hiking boots. They were strung around a branch by the laces, almost barely visible in the dark. May pushed past you and ripped them down. She screamed a shrill, blood curdling scream that vibrated through your chest. She pulled out a sock from his left boot, the white tube sock was soaked in blood. May dropped the sock and with a deep breath she let out another scream, this time yelling for Lee. She took off after dropping her flashlight, further down the path into the dark. You took a deep breath, trying to stay rational. If an animal attacked them, why would he stop to hang up his shoes? Why didn't you hear anything that happened?

You shakily picked up the flashlight and stepped into the forest alone. May moved so fast, but you can hear her screaming in the distance.

Some type of bird called over your head, an owl maybe? It took flight and made you jump, its large wings bursting out of the leaves.

The crickets had stopped chirping, the river wasn't moving fast enough for you to hear it. Everything was silent.

"Feeling a little lost?" You practically jumped out of your skin. A deep voice asked you gently from behind. The voice was so close you felt their breath on your neck. You didnt turn around, your feet stuck exactly where they were. The man walked around you, his feet crunching on dry leaves.

He was beautiful. His hair was purple, something you'd never seen before. Your flashlight shone on his face, his eyes matched his hair color. He looked tired, like he hadn't been able to sleep in a long time. You covered your mouth and gasped. He gave you a slight smile, as he cocked his head. "Why don't you tell me your name beautiful?" You couldn't talk. What was he doing out here? This isn't a popular camping spot at all. A single tourist would be foolish to camp our here alone. "Have nothing to say? You don't need to worry. You can tell me." A warm feeling came over your body. You wanted to tell him, your brain felt fuzzy and you blinked slowly. You fought off the sudden sleepy feeling and took a step away from him. "Oh how interesting, feeling shy little kitten?" He took another step closer to you. "How about this? If you tell me your name, I'll tell you where your friends went." His face was stoic and serious, his voice so deep and raspy. You wanted to tell him. You opened your mouth and squeaked out your first name. The man smiled, his bright white teeth shined in the dark. You tried to step away from him, his mouth terrifying you. He had two sharp fangs stained a little darker than his other teeth, was that blood on the corner of his shirt? He grinned wolfishly. Your feet planted in the dirt and your body stopped moving. "Caught you." The man chuckled darkly and stepped closer to you. His hand reaching out to touch your face was the last thing you saw before everything went dark.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY! LOVE YOU! *HUGS*

HERE'S a broody Shinsou for your birthday! I wish I could do more! 💜💜💜💜

Hey, dont worry Hiro. You just being here is enough to make me happy. Thank you for the hug!

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Beyond The Veil: Chapter 18

Murphy's Law.

Currently, that was the only explanation for the sheer amount of bullshit that is currently sinking its teeth into Muska’s daily life. Eras has had enough. If she gets one more phone call about a serious event that either could have, or has, injured her friend she will go completely ape shit.

No one wants to see her go ape shit.

It doesn’t help matters that one of her newest friend(?) has found themselves in the hospital while keeping their class safe from quite possibly the worst clusterfuck the ‘veil’ has ever seen. And yes, she meant the veil part because apparently they were involved.

Eras watched as the bus from the USJ pulled up to the side entrance of the school. She tapped her foot impatiently with arms crossed and a scowl plastered on her face. The bus was taking, decidedly, way too fucking long.

When the teachers unloaded along with Muska, who as stated had minimal injuries, Eras let out a sigh of relief and let her shoulders sag. Walking over to her friend, Eras clasped her hands together to make sure she didn’t just jump and pull her friend into a hug. She had learned by now that no matter how physically affectionate she wanted to be, Muska didn’t always like the feeling of skin on skin contact.

Muska gave her a small smile and a small wave, then gave a thumbs down. Ah, not a touch day then. Nodding, Eras removed her hands from their death grip on each other and shoved them into her hoodie pockets. She had been called during her usual work time so she had run out of the house in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Her usual combo. Hair swept back into a half up style, kept in place by a hairclip.

Eras stalked over to stand beside Muska, and to get a closer look to make sure she really wasn’t injured, which alerted Nedzu to her presence. If the chimera was shocked by not seeing her first, he didn’t show it. Instead, the mammal set his features into grim determination and headed over to her.

“Ah, Eras-san. I sincerely apologize. This was not meant to happen.”

Well that's good. She would sincerely hope so given the moral and ethical challenges this would be as a planned event. If you couldn’t tell that was sarcasm. Before the rat could do anything embarrassing like bowing to her, Eras sighed and spoke up.

“Nedzu, your intentions are clean. You had no control over this. Especially considering that the ‘veil’ was involved, but that's besides the point. “ Sighing, Eras turned a little more so her words addressed the majority of the teachers present. This was a nightmare. “As of this moment, based on the unknown factors and through unanimous vote by the representative parties, I was put in charge of this ‘case’.”

Eras waited for the information to sink in, observing the various reactions to her statement. The teachers all shared the same levels of curiosity and grim seriousness.

“I’ll be bringing in the respective members to investigate this case and keep it hushed from the rest. Nedzu, we’ll be working with you to keep the school relatively safe and inform you of our findings. As of this moment, you are all under Ouroboros protection,” Eras heard the sharp intake of air from Muska and had to hold back a sigh, “I really, really, wish I didn’t have to do this but the circumstances require it. For now, get rest. I’ll speak with Nedzu and the rest of you tomorrow.”

Dismissing them with a wave and a sharp look that implied ‘speak of this and die’, Eras walked over to Nedzu.

“What hospital is Aizawa in?”

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Why is the rat grinning? Better yet, why do all the teachers look vaguely constipated???

Did Muska just snort at her?

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The statement’s didn’t take too long. Detective Tsukauchi had been previously aware of the ‘veil’, if anything having a lie detection quirk was as much as a curse as a blessing, and had taken Muska’s statement. Eras had pulled the necessary strings to make sure only Tsukauchi would deal with the impending investigation. Much to the exhausted man's reluctant acceptance.

When she had finished, Muska and Eras had loaded into Yamada’s (As he wished to be called) car, along with Kayama. Thankfully, or not, the silence was more nerve induced than awkward as they headed for Musutafu hospital.

When they got there, Yamada and Kayama flashed their hero licenses and got them a fast track process through the security clearance into the hero ward where Aizawa had been treated and was now resting in his room. They approached the door, Yamada and Kayama at the head of the group, and opened it with frantic energy.

Sucking in a deep and unnecessary breath, Eras took in the sight in front of her.

Aizawa was fast asleep in the large and uncomfortable looking hospital bed. An arm wrapped up in a cast laid limp by his side, the other had a wrap around the elbow and was set in a specific position. He had a patch on his right cheek just below his eye. The dark and ever present eyebags seemed even darker against the pastel blue’s of the bed and white of the room. He looked worse for wear but every intake of breath was a soothing balm on her soul.

God, she got attached quickly didn’t she? Eras could hear Muska’s mocking “It’s the trauma” in the back of her mind.

When she had gotten closer, Yamada had for some reason pushed her in further despite her being closer to an acquaintance, Aizawa had stirred. Eyes snapped open and the heart monitor had sped up, panic settling over his features. In a moment of her own uncharacteristic panic, Eras had launched forward and into his view, a hand laid carefully on the man’s shoulder.

The effect was instant. The obnoxious beeping of a heart monitor calmed to a sedate pace, frantic eyes blinked and his pinched expression soothed into a relaxed exhaustion.

“That's it,” Eras’s voice cut through the now quiet room, so soft it could barely be heard, “Your safe and your students are safe.”

“Good.” The man croaked.

Eras snorted, softly, before grabbing the nearby water cup a nurse must have placed in the room.

“I should thank you myself.” She said, smirking as the man grumbled into the cup she held up so he could take a sip.

“Not that bullshit,” he groaned, “I’d rather not deal with the emotions. Thanks.”

“I’ll make you coffee as thanks then?”

“I accept your gratitude.” Aizawa sounded almost desperate.

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---Shouta Pov---

“Good,” Eras echoed, because she was a little shit. Restraining himself from grumbling, again, Shouta just faux glared at her.

“Why or how, I guess, did you get here?” He asked, the cup she had been holding now discarded and empty on the bedside table.

“Well, I tagged along with two other teachers, I’m guessing friends of yours, to head over here.” He narrowed his eyes immediately.

There were only two teachers that would claim that title. Sure, the rest would claim colleague or sempai from highschool, shut the fuck up snipe, but he had two idiots who placed themselves directly under the friendship category. A place Shouta wouldn’t admit he had unless under torture.

Seeming to sense his distressed thoughts about his gossip prone friends being here, Eras clicked a button to raise the bed. Understanding that saying something like that warrants confirmation, considering he definitely wasn’t just enjoying the easy banter that would cause teasing for weeks from his bastard friend's. Nope. Not him.

Once he was settled into a sitting position, Shouta was met with the sight of his two best friends grinning maliciously with mirth. Fuck. They saw all of that, didn't they? Thankfully, Viridis decided her phone was more interesting than the situation- Nevermind, She was definitely recording. Double fuck.

Shouta glared at the two idiots in hope of instilling (fond amusement) fear into them about everything that just happened. Verging on desperate to prevent the teasing remarks that were on the tip of their tongues. His hopes were shattered when their grins just got wider in response.

“Shochan you didn’t mention you made a new friend!” Nemuri cooed.

He felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance, the shits just grinned even more.

“That entire sentence is exactly why,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. Can’t he get a break from their combined idiocy considering he was in a hospital bed?

“Awe, shochan wanted to keep it a secret from us? Scandalous!”

That was Hizashi.

That's it. He was definitely putting glitter in the cockatoo’s hair gel.

Shouta was broken from his revenge planning when the two idiots came closer and dropped their mischievous gazes, worry poking through green and blue eyes respectively. He sighed, a weary thing, and nodded. The two threw arms around his shoulders and held him close. Whispers of thank yous and glad your oks were passed between the three of them for what seemed like hours. When they finally let go, Shouta had to shove the two off of him, they collapsed in the offered hospital room chairs. Eras, who had apparently left at some point, came back in then. He raised an eyebrow in her direction, glad that she took it for what it was and answered the silent question.

“I took the time to drop Muska off at our house. She just wanted to make sure you were healing alright from the quick job she did earlier this morning during the fight.”

Nodding, he gestured lazily to the chair on his right. The only side empty as Nem and Zashi had taken the left. Accepting the offer, Eras all but collapsed into the seat next to him. He almost winced in empathy at the bone deep tiredness he saw in the features of her face.

“Speaking of, I owe you an explanation of what ‘veil’ ground rules are, don't I?” Eras gave him a pinched look that seemed to combine exasperation and gloominess into one.

“That can wait for when I’m not in a hospital bed,” He drawled.

The chuckle he received soothed some ruffled part of him he didn’t even know was anxious. Eras leaned over to her bag and grabbed out a thermos. Handing it over with a gesture to open it, Shouta gave her a skeptical eyebrow but complied. When he cracked open the lid the slightest bit and got a whiff of coffee, he couldn’t help the sigh of contentment as he immediately took a sip. It was heaven.

“Really Shouta!? Coffee won’t help the recovery process! You're already addicted to the stuff!”

He didn’t respond but felt a feeling of smugness creep up his spine when Eras turned towards them and deadpanned,

“Coffee is the sweet nectar of the gods. Take your slanderous opinions elsewhere.”

He took one look at his friends' shocked expressions and decided, to hell with it, and cackled.

The two paled considerably, reasonable since the last time he cackled Nedzu had helped in taking down his old middle school back in 2nd year. It was cathartic. Eras just grinned herself, a manic gleam to it that seemed to reflect off her canines.

Pushing down a warm bubbly feeling in his gut that Eras didn’t mind showing off her inhuman qualities around him, Shouta calmed down and went back to the easy banter. His students were fine and he got off light, injury wise, thanks to the witch. Sure, he hated hospitals with a passion but he was alive. Maybe he could sneak out tomorrow and discharge himself. For now though? He’s going to enjoy this damn good coffee and the presence of his friends.

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@baguettehead

[bnhastan-uwu]

My first ever fanficfion!

This is a Hawks x Reader fanfic

I love our bird boi Hawks ❤️

Please be kind and let me know if there is anything I can improve on! Constructive criticism is appreciated and hate comments will be blocked and reported.

Since this is my first ever fanfic, I am just testing the waters. Depending on how this goes I may make this into one or two more parts to finish it up.

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The past couple of months living in your one bedroom apartment have gradually become more unbearable, with each day passing slowly. The seasons seemed to be changing so quickly, it’s already summer for pete’s sake! Yet each day you felt as though there was nothing to do but wallow in the stubborn flow of time.

Not to mention the loneliness that had taken its hold on you, which grew with each passing hour. Being single didnt help your situation either. It had been quite some time since your last relationship, and you had been ready to start seeking a new boyfriend, but your line of work didnt really allow you to meet new, pleasant people. You could try going out to hopefully meet someone or try using a dating app, but neither of those things felt natural or comfortable to you.

You sighed as you threw yourself onto your sofa and searched for a show or a movie to watch, hoping for something to entertain you. Something that might possibly help to fill the void that you felt was swallowing you whole. Nothing. Of course. You decided to just give up and put on an episode of your favorite show to listen to while you scrolled through your phone. Everything felt so... dull. Until it wasn’t.

All within a few seconds two figures had crashed through the window to your left on the wall opposite of you. Frenzies of glass had flown onto your hardwood floor. You ducked down to steer clear of what was happening. The two individuals were now moving around your apartment at such a speed that you all you make out was practically just flashes of colors: specifically a very fiery and bright red hue. Both parties had eventually slowed down enough for you to distinguish what situation you were really in.

There was a man who appeared to be a villain, and then there was the other guy. In your own apartment was none other than Hawks, the number two hero himself, using your living room as a battlefield. You were torn as to what you should do. You had no idea if you should flee from your apartment and call for help, or if you should stay in the event that you might be able to aid Hawks if worst came to worst. He was of course the number two hero, and you doubted he would need help from someone like you. However with your experience as a healer you felt that you and your quirk might be of use in this situation, though you hoped that wouldn’t have to be the case.

Suddenly a third party decided to jump through your window into your already cramped apartment. Now you had not only the number two, but the number one hero, Endeavour, fighting within the confines of your apartment.

“HAWKS! WHY HAVENT YOU EVACUATED THIS CIVILIAN YET?!” You heard Endeavour shout towards said hero.

“As much as I would’ve loved to have that done by now, my feathers were being occupied on Mr. Villain over there while waiting for a little backup!” Hawks replied.

Endeavor didn’t respond, he simply shot Hawks a look that appeared to be a mix of anger, yet understanding.

Quickly, several feathers flew towards you to remove you from the battle. You understood why, but you couldn’t help but feel something... longing? For some reason, deep down, you wanted to stay. Was it your desire to watch two pro heroes in action? Did you want to help in case something happened? Or maybe you were drawn to that certain hero who’s quirk was now escorting you away.

Before Hawks’ feathers had been able to reach you however, the villain had managed to use his quirk to teleport behind Hawks and knock him unconscious. Blood was now spilling from the number two hero’s head. You gasped in shock. The number two hero injured and knocked unconscious? A teleportation quirk? Those were extremely rare! Yet the villain’s unique quirk explained why he hadn’t been captured yet, and how he and Hawks had been zipping around your apartment only moments prior.

“You need to get out of here!” You turned toward the direction from which the voice came to see Endeavour, now eyeing the villain down ready to strike at any second. You didn’t want to go against the number one hero’s orders, but you just couldn’t leave Hawks like that in the middle of a dangerous scene! But what were you supposed to do?

“GO! He’ll be fine! I’ll take care of this.” Endeavor reassured you. Your gaze fell on Hawks’ unconscious body, then back towards Endeavor, then back to Hawks. No. Against all of your better judgment you just couldn’t leave: you had to help. In the heat of the moment, you had a quick idea of what you might be able to do.

You jumped over your sofa and ran towards Hawks as fast as you could. If you could just drag him out of your living room and into your bedroom, you would be able to gain some cover from the fight between the villain and Endeavor and have some time to use your quirk and heal Hawks.

In the slow process of trying to drag Hawks away from danger, you could hear Endeavor yelling at you, “What do you think you’re doing! Didn’t I tell you to get out of here?” What were you doing? You were a licensed healer sure, but not a hero!

Before you had time to answer your own question, you had made it through the short hall and into your bedroom with Hawks in tow. You shut the door behind you, rolled up your sleeves, and put on your headphones. Hopefully your body would be able to handle the backlash of your quirk long enough for you to heal Hawks. You laid Hawks’ head in your lap, and you gained access to the spot on his head where he had been injured.

*(Y/N). Quirk: Healing pulse. When listening to music, the user can heal another individual by tapping along to the beat of the selected song over the injured area. The quirk however, has adverse side effects. With each beat tapped, the injury is healed, but the pain from the injured party is transferred to the quirk user. This causes the user to undergo the pain felt from injuries; the more severe the wound the more severe the pain. The pain itself will not harm the user, but long term usage of the quirk is very draining and painful. If used for too long, the user will simply pass out from the pain.

You selected a song with a faster beat. You knew that this would be harder on yourself, as the pain would be rapidly transferred to your own head, but in your current situation, you didn’t have time to lose. Already you could see Hawks’ wound start to heal. But that also meant that you started to develop an excruciating throbbing pain in your head, in the same spot that Hawks had been hit. Despite the pain, you knew you had to keep using your quirk to heal Hawks, at least until he was conscious, and possibly able to fight again.

With each passing beat of the song you were listening to, your head only ached more. You opened your mouth to let out a gasp of pain, but nothing came out. You hadn’t even been listening to the song for a minute, yet the pain was starting to become unbearable. Just a little longer you told yourself. He’ll be awake any second now...

Just as you could begin to see Hawks’ eyes flutter open, your own vision began to blur. “You’re finally awake”, you mumbled, “Thank god...” Hawks quickly sat up and took your headphones off of your head, unknowingly preventing you from using your quirk any further. It didn’t matter though, he had pretty much been healed completely. He began to ask you a question, probably to ask you what was happening, or if you were okay. But his voice fell deaf on your ears. You couldn’t see, hear, or think clearly with all of the pain you were in. And soon enough, what little vision you had left had begun to fade to black. You had passed out from the pain, but you had managed to save the number two hero...