#but it gets trashed again cus of outbursts

[ask-nightmares-castle]

Who has the most messy room and why?

(keep up da good work I'ma implode)

Dust, faintly: ....me. Bear, holding an exhausted and scraped up bunny skeleton in his arms: Lil' bun's got... th' worst case o'....d'pression room...I ever did see. ..'n I survived...back home.

Dust tucks his head into the crook of bear's neck, mumbling something for him to hear. Bear: ..m'kay, plum.. They suddenly disappear in a blip of red magic.

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Takara Yamada’s Hero Academia Bonus Chapter 1 [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

So! I read This post by @bnha-imagines-grill and (of COURSE!) my brain went full fanfic and out come this. I am so sorry, BNHA-Imagines-Grill! If you want, I will delete this! I just couldn’t help it!! Also tagging @elite-guard-hardygal cus I wanna surprise you for a change, lolz. 

Also, @dailyojiromashirao is the BIGGEST sweetheart ever and I love them so much!! My phone was being stupid last night when I posted this, and I forgot to tag you then, and it wouldn’t save it when I went back and tried, so not I’m doing it on my laptop.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and feel free to send an ask with requests for more Bonus Chapters! I’d love to try it out! Now, onto the story!

God Bless and Good Day! 

~The Lupine Sojourner

(Wowie is that a huge GIF I picked. Sorry!)

It was an accident, really.

I should have known not to get so careless while trying to dance as I practiced making shapes with my Quirk. But here I was, having a lot of fun and getting careless.

It was really fun, but I’d danced too close to the table and broke a cup, luckily full of water, so it was easy to clean up the spilled liquid. I am panic-stricken as the seconds tick by before scrambling to scoop the pieces up.

In my haste, I got a decent-sized chunk of glass rammed into my hand. I somehow keep my outburst to an extremely loud hiss. It hurt!!

Blood started seeping out of the gash and onto the floor, where I tried to mop it up with a nearby hand towel, but ended up accidentally jostling the shard and causing both another loud hiss and more blood on the floor. I just sink to the floor and sob, the pain ramping up as the tiny puddle of blood grows.

Suddenly, I’m being picked up and carried to the sink, and I was so focused on my pain and the panic of having broken something not two weeks into my stay with the Yamadas that I didn’t realize just who it was at first.

Mr. Yamada himself; he’d stayed home again to watch me. He’d been so nice to me. He’s gonna be so mad I broke his cup! I mean, he hadn’t said it outright, but I was most likely not allowed to use my Quirk indoors, right? Like at the orphanage? So I was in even more trouble for that! I sat there as he put my hand under warm water, silent (a rare thing where he’s concerned.) and thoughtful. “Are you okay?” He asks. “Gashes can be serious and pretty scary.” I blink. What?

“I...yeah...but...I…” He smiles, adding a little soap to the gash and gently rubbing it in. I grimace, hissing in pain. Maybe this was my punishment; having the wound cleaned with soap.

“You what?” Hizashi coaxes, wrapping gauze on it after attaching butterfly stitches to keep it closed. “That’ll do for now.” He notes, smiling. This was weird. He should be mad. I broke the rules! “It should last for a while, but I’ll change it before you go to bed, okay?” I nod, unable to speak, let alone look him in the eye.

“I broke the glass!” I squeak suddenly, forcing myself to own up to my mistake. Maybe he’d go easier if I confess... “I didn’t mean to, Mr. Yamada! Honest! I was just playing, and I was using my Quirk and I’m so sorry! I know I was bad and- -” I break off and hiccup and wipe my eyes as more tears flow, “and I know I shouldn’t have used my Quirk and I’m really really sorry, Mr Yamada! I promise I won’t do it ever again!” I was so terrified of being kicked out or punished, I could only sit there, quacking. Mr. Yamada can only stare at me for several seconds.

Probably deciding the best punishment. 

When he reaches out, I instinctively flinch away before halting. I had to accept my punishment, after all.. He gently draws me into his lap and I am stunned to see tears going down his cheeks. Were they mad tears? Was he upset cus I happened to break a glass that meant a lot to him? I sit in his lap, stunned, then he draws me in for a tight hug. “You dear, sweet, sweet child.” He whimpers into my hair. “Never, ever promise not to use your Quirk again, okay?” He continues, drawing back to grip my chin softly in his fingers, making me look at him. He looks so serious and sad. I wonder why. “Takara, please listen to me very carefully; never be afraid to use your Quirk, inside, outside, or even for amusement. I am not, nor will I ever be, mad at you, I promise. Let’s clean the glass up together, though, okay?” I can only nod, sniffling and following him. Luckily, it was a hardwood floor, so it was a simple matter of moving the water to the sink and holding the dustpan on my end (after Mr. Yamada carried me to my room to grab my pair of flip-flops; he had weird banana slippers on) as Mr. Yamada swept the glass into it, then grabbed a cereal box. “When cleaning up glass, it’s important to be very careful and very thorough, okay? Or you’ll end up with gashes on your hand and glass on the floor.” He smiles, nudging my side as he closes up the box and puts it in the trash can. I nod, squirming a little in guilt. But, I guess, if teasing was my only punishment, I could take it. “There. You always put the broken glass in a box or other container, alright? That way, it doesn’t destroy the trash bag.” He opens his arms again and I am still so relieved he wasn’t mad that I run into his arms. “Tik-Tak, you know I love you, right?” He’d said it a few times, but don’t adults usually say that to kids that are with them? That they’re watching? I nod. He seemed to really mean it...and he said I could call him by a different name...

“I love you, too...Otōsan.” I reply slowly. It was true. I did really like living with them and Mr. Yamada was super nice! Plus, he had said that I could call him Otōsan, so it must be okay, right?

Of course, Mrs. Yamada was amazing, too, but she wasn’t here. I’d have to tell her I love her when she gets back, maybe even finally call her Kāsan. Mr. Yamada grins in utter happiness and hugs me tight, wiggling in elation on the ground.

“Awww, Tik-Tak!” He squeals, then ruffles my hair. “Thanks. Now, how about you show me what you were doing? I wanna see!” I blush and stammer as I try to think of a reason not to. It was just some stupid dancing with water! It wasn’t important or interesting! But...the look on Otōsan’s face was too much and I eventually nod. I then turn the faucet on just enough to get water and begin. I make different shapes and twirl and dance, finding that joy from before I broke the glass again. He claps and watches me, laughing. I laugh, too, surprised when Otōsan joins me.

We dance together for a while before Otōsan suggests dinner.

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Kāsan arrives later that night, when I’m supposed to be going to bed. However, I’d told myself that I’d tell her myself about the glass and how Otōsan handled it, letting her decide what to do now. So I walk out.

“-ta, I just...she looked so scared! It was just a stupid glass, but she was convinced that she was in a lot of trouble, and when she told me she didn’t think she was allowed to use her Quirk, I froze up! I’d been in that position too many times when I was her age, and, seeing it repeated, in our kid to boot, I just- -I just froze and she sat there shaking! She was so sure I was going to- -I’m not sure what she thought I was going to do, so I just hugged her and made her promise not to be afraid of using her Quirk ever again. I promised her I wouldn’t get mad.” I tentatively peek around the corner, scared of being noticed, but curious. I see Kāsan hugging Otōsan, rubbing his back.

“Hizashi, you can’t blame yourself. The girl lost her parents, and I saw the way that orphanage was run; the children were left to themselves under a few stricts rules, mainly against using their Quirks inside, but they weren’t supposed to use them in general. It was part of the reason why I was so eager to get her out of there.”

“I hated that look on her face! I hated that I made her look that way!” Otōsan sobs, clinging tighter to Kāsan’s shirt. Kāsan continues rubbing her back. I just stood there, stunned. Otōsan felt like he was responsible for the way I reacted? How was he to blame?!

“Love, it wasn’t you.” Kāsan insists. “It was the idiots running the orphanage. They don’t know the first thing about raising super-powered children, despite all the research done on the subject. Hizashi, you didn’t do this. Idiots did.” I can’t just watch and listen anymore and decide to come out, tears welling in my eyes.

“Otōsan…” I whimper, wiping my eyes and sniffling. “It wasn’t you!” I insist. “I just...I saw what happened to kids that broke the rules at the orphanage. They...they were locked in a closet and left there! If it was really bad, they were put in a different orphanage. I didn’t mean to make you sad!” I sob and run to give him a hug. He’s stunned.

“Wh-what are you doing up, Musume?” He asks softly, wrapping his arms around me instinctively.

“I wanted to talk to Kāsan, and I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but…” I squeeze him. “I didn’t want you to feel bad anymore!” Otōsan hugs me back. If I had looked, I would have seen a rare full smile on Kāsan’s face.

“Your parents were right to name you ‘treasure’, Musume.” He murmurs, choking up with emotion. I giggle.

“Otōsan, you’re being silly.” I tease. Kāsan comes over and joins in the hug.

“No, he’s right, Musume.” She says, chuckling. “Please, tell us if you feel like you can’t use your Quirk again. It isn’t true at all. At least, not in or around the house. At school, you have to obey their rules, but Hizashi and I want to help you with your Quirk. You’ve got very impressive control so far, and we can help you grow even stronger! How about it?” I nod eagerly.

“That sounds perfect!” And from that day on, it was Quirk training in the evenings after dinner, followed by a bit of TV time, then bedtime. I went to bed every night tired, but very happy that my new parents loved me and were helping me advance my Quirk.

It was a great new life I had. I wouldn’t trade it for the world!