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since Iâm not fully in a drawing mood (and itâs also really early in the morning) I doodled out something that just happened while I was playing Dandyâs World (context afterwards)
Context: I was trying to finish the 200 items Mastery Quest as Pebble, but knew people would join if I was Pebble, so I disguised myself as a Shrimpo (thus the flowers on Shrimpoâs cheeks, the big olâ eyes, and the constant blep), but then an Astro ran up to me, staring, and I got nervous thinking they were gonna be like âI know you⌠you donât play ShrimpoâŚâ or something like that, but then they screamed âFOUND Yâ (clearly leaving out the âouâ in you) before running past me with a Shelly following them⌠and they started chasing another Shrimpo XD
Here is a screenshot of the aftermath, as I did successfully make it into the elevator
(A Flutter, Rodger, and Goob joined the chase, idk where Astro went..)
#random post#my art#(but technically#my doodles#cus I did not put full effort into this XD)#but please donât steal my art nonetheless thank u :3#Dandyâs World#Pebble Dandyâs World#Shrimpo Dandyâs World#Astro Dandyâs World#Shelly Dandyâs World#(and idk if Iâll ever doodle it#but there was actually a part 2 - since I still had 6 items left after the first time - where I instead had to disguise as a Boxten#cus there was a whole crowd of Shrimpoâs chasing a Poppy and a Shelly)#(and I almost gave myself away cus I forgot to swap out of Vintage Boxten skin but luckily I donât think anyone noticed)#(also I guess yâall get a sneakpeak of my Astro & Shrimpo designs)#(I didnât show Pebbleâs design here tho & also I never designed Shelly I just doodled her off of memory so thatâs not my design for her)#(and also she has the shading over her face cus with how quickly she started running after Shrimpo - she started before Astro did and-#-before Shrimpo even started running yet - I felt she was absolutely fuming in that moment XD)
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MK glanced up at the ringing of the bell. The food truck was bustling, full of people all over the city looking to enjoy Pigsy's Noodles during their New Years while they await the parade. At the sight of the partially glamoured face of a ginger haired person with a heart-shaped birthmark around his eyes wearing an orange hoodie and maroon pants, he felt his face pale considerably. Especially as the very obviously glamoured demon was accompanied by four seemingly human children, having apparently put more effort into their glamours than his own. A quick flash of Gold Vision confirmed MK's suspicions. His mom and siblings.
"Oh boy..." He groaned, glaring at the snickering of one of the twins. They pointed at their headphones and stuck their tongue out before bringing their attention back to their sibling. Right, lotus ears. There's no verbally spoken secret within a mile that can be kept from the twins simply because one of then was born with their father's ears. Before MK could return the rude gesture he felt a hand shaking his shoulder, startling him.
"What's up, monkey man?" Mei was grinning, "You look like your mom jsut walked in on you or something!"
"That's because he did." MK groaned, pointing to the group, "He brought my siblings too."
"Oooh, tough. I'm totally gonna record the entire thing, it's bound to be good blackmail."
MK rolled his eyes as he pushed himself to the front where his mom was watching the whole interaction with amused golden eyes.
"Mom! What are you doing all the way out here?"
"Can't a fella come to his son's workplace on the holiday?" Wukong joked, instinctively reaching out to stop Luzhen from grabbing at Yuebei's hidden tail, "With the New Years I thought it'd be a good idea to bring your siblings down to the parade for a better view. We're jsut stopping by fir seem food before we go down to the festival."
"Well you came to the right place! What can I do ya for?" Pigsy grunted as not too gently pushed MK aside for some room. For a moment the glamoured monkey demon was frozen at the unexpected resemblance before shaking himself a bit,
"Oh, uh... something vegetarian please. Make sure mine is cooled."
"Cooled?" Pigsy raised a brow as he glanced at MK, a cooled bown the noodles is rarely something people want.
"Mom had an accident when he was younger that makes it difficult for him to eat hot foods." MK explained, writing the order down for his boss. The pig shrugged, muttering something about ice as he began the order. MK returned his focus to his family as they chatted, Wukong quite forcefully demanding a hug from him.
What MK didn't realize was the conversation going on behind him.
"So that's very obviously a glamoured demon." Tang was pointing out as they watched the family interact, "So our theory is looking more and more true."
"Yeah, kid's a demon. Or the least his mom is. Poor guy." Pigsy said in return, "Still that isn't a good glamour."
"I've seen glamours before." Sandy chimed in, "I don't think it's because he's bad at it, just look at his kids! He's probably jsut putting all his energy into keeping his kids' glamours up."
Ref.
Oh gosh poor MK getting mega-embarrassed by his mom and siblings XD
I love the detail of the Eclipse Twin with the lotus ears teasing MK before they even get there. No secret is safe from the twins; one hears all and they both share everything.
I love Wukong being so focused on his kids glamours that he barely has enough magic left over for his own. And ofc Luzhen trying to grab Yuebei's invisible tail - cus where did it go? XD
I love hcs of Wukong not enjoying hot food cus of his lore. Him like his noodles lukewarm at best.
And the noodle gang cofirming their suspicions that MK is def a glamoured demon (or at least half-demon). Imagine the shock they'll get when they learn exactly who MK's mom is! XD
#post jttw stone egged au#jttw stone egged au#sun wukong#lmk mk#qi xiaotian#dad sun wukong#lmk eclipse twins#lmk rumble & savage#long xiaojiao#lmk mei#lmk pigsy#lmk tang#lmk sandy#lmk yuebei xing#lmk sun luzhen#lmk aus#lmk#lego monkie kid
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Takara Yamadaâs Hero Academia Season 1 Episode 2 [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]
As usual, here is a link to Takaraâs bio.Â
This is the prologue, and Here is the first episodeâs insertion.Â
I was proof-reading earlier, got distracted, and ended up not posting til now. Anyway, hope you enjoy, guys! I really do appreciate even just a like, but feedback is amazing, too!
Also, Iâm really trying to keep everyone in-character, even Shota. I know I made her a woman, but Iâm trying not to let myself write her as too emotional and stuff. Hope yâall like it!Â
Taglist: @dailyojiromashirao (I included an incredibly tiny interaction between Bakugo and Takara for you, hun! XD Itâs so small, you might have to squint, though.)
God Bless and Good Day!
~The Lupine Sojourner
âWithout a Quirk?â Toshin-Oji asks. I knew, from a day not long after I first met All Might, that he had inherited the Quirk that made him the #1 Hero in the world. He had once been in Midoryiaâs shoes. He still hadnât told me what specific Quirk he has, but it was enough that he trusted me with that part of the secret.
He then grunts as if in pain, reminding me of our situation, trembling as smoke began to rise from him. I begin to panic, but Izuku doesnât notice Toshin-Ojiâs condition, his eyes still squeezed shut as he awaited All Mightâs answer.
âNot now, damnit! Not here!â Toshin-Oji hisses under his breath as I move to try to block the view. Izukuâs eyes are on the floor despondently.
âPeople think I donât have a chance.â he murmurs. âThat not having any powers makes me some kinda weakling.â He continues meekly, absently playing with his hands. âMy classmates like to make fun of me.â My eyes go wide. He was really baring his soul here, huh? Toshin-Oji was, unfortunately, in hardly any position to truly listen to Izuku. In both an effort to make this poor kid feel at least a little better, and hide Toshin-Oji further, I hug him. He lets me, even letting his arms carefully wrap around me. It felt a little awkward, but at least the secret should be safe now. âBut, you know what? That makes me want to prove them wrong. Ever since I was a little kid, Iâve thought that saving people is the coolest thing you could do. I want people to see my fearless smile and feel safe.â His eyes light up with a sparkle and I move to end the hug. His eyes close again. âI want to be the kind of hero everyone in the world looks up to. Just like you!â With that, before I can do anything, Izuku looks up and sees the smoke clear to reveal Toshin-Ojiâs real form. It sends Izuku into another freak-out, with him promptly screaming. I huff.
âLook, heâs still the same guy.â I point out, crossing my arms. âCalm down.â
âI- -wait- -who- -what happened? You deflated!â He shrieks, unable to process what happened.
âIzuku, please listen. Thereâs no reason to keep freaking out.â I soothe, to no avail. Izuku then goes into denial, looking around as if to find the All Might he knows.
âYou...youâre not him!â He protests. I sigh, letting him get it out of his system before trying to explain what happened. âYouâre a fake! An imposter!â
âLook, you know thatâs not true. Thereâs no one else up here.â I begin, but Toshin-Oji puts his hand on my shoulder.
âI assure you, I am the real All- -â Heâs cut off as he coughs and blood comes up. Izuku yet again shrieks.
âYou really have to stop that!â I snap, hands on my ears. âGeez!â
âImpossible!â Izuku cries, going pale.
âYou know how guys at the pool are always sucking in and flexing and trying to look buff?â Toshin-Oju explains, seeming to startle Izuku into silence. âIâm like that.â Heâd explained it to me in a similar way soon after we started hanging out on a more regular basis.
âThis canât be real!â Izuku moans. I nod.
âIt can and it is.â I reply. âLook on the bright side; you know All Might better than anyone you know now.â I try to boost his mood. It doesnât seem to work.
âIâm dreaming.â Izuku mumbles. âAll Might is a giant who saves everyone. He defeats all obstacles and wins the day with a fearless smile.â
âAnd that person is still standing in front of you.â I point out. This was getting real old, real quick. Toshin-Oji sighs.
âThereâs plenty of fear behind that smile.â He explains, then sits down. Izuku only seems to respond to Toshin-Oji, I note, and I decide to sit with him, trying not to take it personally. âIâm counting on you to keep your mouth shut like Takara here.â He instructs firmly. âDonât go talking about this online or telling your friends.â Heâd said almost that exact thing when explaining this to me, too.
âThis is serious, Izuku.â I add gravely. It was vital people didnât know that All Might had a weakness, so that villains donât get cocky and launch an uprising or something. Toshin-Oji then lifts his shirt, revealing his ugly, expansive scar to Izuku, who flinches, gasping in shock and maybe sympathy.
âPretty gross, right?â Toshin-Oji murmurs, as if in contempt at his wound. âI got this in a big fight five years back. My respiratory system was basically destroyed. I very nearly lost my stomach.â It was the first time heâs talked to or in front of me about just how bad the wound really was. I cringe, imagining the agony and suffering this poor man had to go through, possibly to this day, from this âbig fightâ. âAll the surgeries have pretty much worn me out, and it canât be fixed.â He lets the shirt fall back down. âRight now, I can only do hero work for about three hours a day.â That much, Iâd known. In fact, it was what made him a regular drop-off point for my parents, who still thought I needed someone to watch over me. I didnât mind, though, as I got to hang out with Toshin-Oji. âRest of the time,â He continues, âthis is what I look like.â Izuku has yet to say a word, standing there in shock that All Might was trusting him so much.
I gotta be honest; I was wondering that myself, too. I suppose most of it is due to the fact that they were both once Quirkless.
âNo wayâŚâ Izuku finally murmurs. âFive years ago? So, does that mean it was the fight with Toxic Chainsaw?â He asks. I raise a brow. I knew Toshin-Oji had been in a lot of fights, but I could never tell you who he fought and when he fought them. Izuku is on another level of fanboy. It takes true dedication to result in Izukuâs level of knowledge. Toshin-Oji nods, impressed.
âWow. You know your stuff.â He muses. âBut no. The punk mayâve landed some hits, but he couldnât bring me down.â He explains. âMost of the world has never heard of this fight.â But I had, to some extent. KÄsan had told me it was a villain dead-set on Toshin-Ojiâs destruction. Not just his body, though. This guy was so full of hatred for my adopted uncle that he wanted to eradicate the very essence of what All Might stood for, what he meant. This incarnation of evil wanted to take All Mightâs legacy before heâd let All Might die. It was bone-chilling to think or hear about. And I doubt Toshin-Oji even knows how much I know. âI did everything I could to keep it under wraps.â For good reason. Again, itâd point out to the world that itâs #1 Hero could be beaten. It would mean that All Might himself has a weakness, causing villains everywhere to flock together and attempt to do what this guy did, except this time make sure All Might went down for good. Toshin-Ojiâs sigh brings me rushing back to reality. âIâm supposed to be the guy whoâs always smiling, right?â He asks rhetorically. âIâm the symbol of peace. People everywhere have to think Iâm never afraid.â I think thatâs putting too much pressure on himself, but I donât comment. Iâd tried telling him that, but he refused to listen. âBut, honestly, I smile to hide the fear inside. Itâs just a brave face I put on when the pressure is high. This job isnât easy.â I swallow. Iâd been told this same thing many, many times. Â
âWhich, again, is why itâs so important you not tell anyone about this.â I add, staring Izuku in the eye. âI know this is a lot to take in and ask of you, but the public canât know about this.â I press. Toshin-Oji nods.
âExactly. Pro heroes are always having to risk their lives, but some villains just canât be beaten without powers.â I suddenly realize what Toshin-Ojiâs been trying to say, why he showed Izuku his scar; he didnât want Izuku to become a hero. He didnât want a life of pain, blood, and hardship for such a sweet, innocent kid. âSo, no; I donât think you can become a hero without a Quirk.â Izukuâs face melts, deflating into a crushed, defeated shell of the former light Iâd seen when he talked about wanting to be a hero. It pained me to see him like this.
âI see.â He murmurs weakly.
âIzuku, Iâm sorry. Wanting to help people is such an amazing aspiration. Youâll figure out a way.â I mumble, unsure how else to reply. Toshin-Oji sighs as we stand.
âExactly. If you want to help people, there are plenty of other ways to do it. You can become a police officer. They get crap cus the heroes catch most of the villains, but itâs a fine profession.â But not the one he dreams of. I sigh internally. My heart drops further and further with each step I take and I find myself spinning and hugging Izuku again.
âYouâre an amazing person, Izuku, and I am so sorry.â I whimper, feeling horrible for Izuku. Izuku, however, just nods glumly.
âItâs not bad to have a dream, young man.â Toshin-Oji says, standing by the door, but not looking back. âJust...make sure your dreams are attainable, realistic. Understand?â That was a little harsh, I thought, squeezing Izuku a little harder. He still hasnât said anything, but I can feel him trembling.
âGo ahead. I know the way from here.â I murmur to my uncle. âIâll tell KÄsan Iâll be back a little later. I have money for a cab after I get Izuku home.â Toshin-Oji sighs.
âAlright, but donât blame me if sheâs upset.â I nod and he closes the door. There are a few moments of awkward silence, then an explosion at least five blocks away shocks us into moving.
âWhat the heck?â I murmur, watching thick black smoke rise against the blue sky.
âA villain!â Izuku cries, running toward the door. âI wonder which hero will show!â It seems automatic for him, but he halts like thereâs a wall, twitching a little.
âYou okay?â I ask, worried. Heâd just had his dream shot down by his favorite hero. It canât have left him unrattled. He slumps.
âIâŚâ He sighs heavily and drags his feet, but we go through the door. âyeah.â I have to restrain myself and walk at Izukuâs pace. Iâd said Iâd get him home. I had to follow through on that, no matter how worried I was that Toshin-Oji would see and try to fight the guy, whoever he was. We walk down the stairs in silence. After all, weâd just met. We didnât know how to talk to each other, or really anything about one another. But, one of my life mottos is the Golden Rule, so I continue walking with him, resorting to hoping my uncle doesnât push himself too far.
Once weâre on the street, Izuku brings out his notebook, reviewing his previous entries. I decide against asking how it got so worn and...burnt?
Yeah, something tells me I shouldnât open that can of worms.
Eventually, I notice tears in Izukuâs eyes. I find tears in my eyes, as well. I wrap an arm around his shoulder and blink them back. Poor kid didnât need me adding to his problems. âThose are awesome drawings.â I mumble, grasping at anything that might cheer him up. It doesnât work. Izuku closes the notebook and clutches it to his chest, sniffling as I let my arm fall back to my side.
âEven All Might said it.â He whimpers. âA hero needs a Quirk. I knew this, deep down, all along. Iâve just been avoiding reality, so desperate to prove myself wrong.â It honestly breaks my heart to hear the hopeless despair in his voice. I find I can relate to his drive and ambition; simply wanting to help people as a hero, become someone people could look to and depend on in troubled times. Someone people could rally behind.
Suddenly, I find myself stopping Izuku and looking him in the eye.
âForget what All Might said. If you still think thereâs a chance, you have to fight for it!â I bark, something driving me to speak my mind like I should have done back on the rooftop instead of being a coward and allowing this innocent kid to have have his world shattered, likely not for the first time. âIf it helps at all, I still think you can be a hero! With the right gear and costume, youâd essentially even the playing field and become the first Quirkless hero!â
âThanks, but- -â A nearby explosion interrupts him, and we both realize where our feet led us. âIs the fight from earlier still going on?â Izuku asks listlessly. I shrug.
âI donât know. Wanna go see?â I reply.
âWhatâs the point?â He murmurs softly, shrugging.
âThere are still empty pages in your notebook.â I snap. I was through being nice. He needed to snap out of this funk. âYour dream isnât altogether gone, you know. Go over there with me, fill those pages with your genius analysis and learn more about being a hero. If you are still willing, you can keep working hard to attain your goal.â He nods mutely as we walk over. We gasp when we see whatâs happening. âThatâs the guy who attacked me!â Izuku squeaks, no longer depressed, shock overriding it. âDidnât All Might capture him?â I frown.
âYeahâŚâ I then remember that Toshin-Ojiâs pant pockets were empty when he stood up to leave. âShit! The bottles mustâve dropped somehow!â
âHe dropped it.â Izuku murmurs. âThat means...itâs my fault. I grabbed his leg.â I pale. It made sense. Those pockets werenât exactly secure, especially with the mid-air struggle before All Might let Izuku make it safely back to the ground before leaping off again.
âWhy arenât the heroes doing anything?â Someone in the gathered crowd asks. I take another look and pale. That guy was right! I see Kamui Woods, I think Powerloader, Death Arms, and Backdraft, all just...standing there. I then, upon remembering their Quirks and this guyâs pliable, slimy body, I realize that it makes sense. They canât do anything.
âIt looks like theyâve met their match. Plus, I hear the villainâs captured a kid.â The man next to the first one to speak replies. I pale in horror. What?! Izuku has a similar reaction, both of us snapping to look closer at the villain. âThings arenât looking good for him.â The man continues. I gulp. That guy said it! Thatâs a disgusting way to be restrained.
And, if he was suffocating like Izuku was, then he probably didnât have much time. I lick my lips. My Quirk wouldnât do much. Best I could do would be throw ground at or splash the villain. But, it would probably just be either absorbed and enhance the villain, or just sit there, or (worst-case-scenario) it hits the kid.
Not to mention I donât even have a provisional license. Iâm as useless as those heroes right now! Someone else points out that this guy was the one All Might was chasing, and I pale. Another civilian asks where All Might is, and why he isnât helping the heroes. I do a quick scan and, sure enough, thereâs Toshin-Oji, head hung low and clutching his injury at the edge of the crowd. Crud! Izuku goes into another state of total shut-down, and Iâm torn between staying with him and going to Toshin-Oji. Maybe I could ask my uncle how to use my Quirk to at least try and get that poor victim away. Maybe water? But Iâm sure Backdraft tried, right?
What do I do?!
Izuku, for better or worse, makes my mind up for me by disregarding everything and running forward, into the fire and toward the villain. Instantly, my legs follow, reaching out for the water in the nearby fire hydrant. It bursts toward me and I clear a path through the fire and debris to help Izuku get close.
âStop, you idiots! Youâre going to get yourselves killed!â Death Arms roars after us, but we canât stop. Itâs like weâre not in control of our own bodies anymore.
âYou two again?â The villain roars. I glare at him, having to refrain from spraying him right in the face, due to the fact that I wasnât supposed to even be using my Quirk in this situation, I donât think. Especially not directly against the villain. I grit my teeth, choosing to swirl the water around to clear away more fire as Izuku hurls his backpack at the guyâs face. The villain roars and rears up in shock and pain from the weight of the backpack hitting him, thankfully allowing the kid inside some air.
âKacchan!â Izuku screams, running closer and clawing to try and get the victim out. The other boy, with spiky blonde hair, seems to recognize Izuku, too, and looks pissed about seeing him here.
âWhat the hell?!â he growls angrily. âWhatâre you doing here?!â
âWeâre saving your life!â I snap, trying to resist the urge to wash this slimy villain away and be done with it. I create a protective shield over and around us, so Izuku can keep clawing without having to worry. Surely, laws allowed for self-defense, right? I mean, sure we decided to run forward, but now it was life and death, right? But no; I couldnât do more than what I was doing or Iâd be in serious trouble and (most likely) so would my parents.Â
âI donât know what Iâm doing!â Izuku practically sobs. âMy...my legs just started moving!â Tears are streaming down his face as he continues his desperate attempts at a rescue. The villain pounds on my barrier, but it holds, at the cost of draining my energy like a leaky cup; slow, but noticeable. âKacchan, I couldnât just stand there and let you die.â Izuku adds.
âHate to interrupt, but this isnât working!â I point out. âAnd I canât use my Quirk to directly attack! Itâs illegal!â Just then, as I hear the Pros rushing forward, the villain somehow causes an explosion! I barely manage to close the sphere of water around us, but it breaks almost instantly, sending Izuku and I backwards a few feet.
I groan, wobbling to my feet. Something breaking or straining my constructions meant it took a lot of energy out of me. I couldnât keep it up if heâd keep breaking what I made. When we face the battle and take it in again, I see something Iâve both never been happier to see and wish I hadnât; All Might, holding the guy back one-handed, grinning like nothingâs wrong.
âShit.â I curse under my breath. He was pushing himself too hard!
âAll MightâŚâ Izuku mumbles, shocked as I was. âBut- -â
âI really am pathetic.â Toshin-Oji growls at himself. âHere you are, Takara, doing more than even the pro heroes could, and without attacking the villain directly, too, where I was hesitating. Sorry. And to you, young man; I told you the traits of a great champion, but I see now I wasnât living up to my own ideals!â He continues, angry with himself.
âLess talk! We gotta wrap this up!â I bark back, trying to get us back to the fight at hand. The water swirls back around Izuku and I as I try to move us away. I can only watch, however, as Toshin-Ojiâs mouth spews more blood, even as he speaks.
âPros are always risking their lives!â He continues, like he needed to get it out. âThatâs the true test of a hero!â I notice All Might grab where this âKacchanââs arm is, the other clenched fist drawing back.
âDamn you, All Might!â The villain roars, angry at the hero for intervening again.
âDetroit...Smash!â Toshin-Oji roars, punching the villain while yanking this âKacchanâ guy out of itâs grip, and just like that, the battle is over. I pull the sphere back over Izuku and I as the wind slams into it, and it barely holds at all! The force of the wind puts too much strain on the sphere and it breaks as the wind increases.Â
I black out, unable to take that kind of energy drain. When I slowly wake up to a headache and bright light, I see KÄsan leaning over my bed, glaring at me with the overhead light shining directly into my eyes.
âWhat were you thinking, Takara?!â she growls, in a rare angry mood. âYou know itâs illegal to use your Quirk to fight until you have a license!â
âI know! I used it only for defense!â I reply, grumpy at both my headache and the volume of my motherâs voice. âIzuku made the move, I just backed him up and made sure we didnât both die.â I explain.
âThat doesnât give you the right to jump into those situations.â KÄsan replies. âIâll say the same thing to this âIzukuâ when I him again, but know this; your actions might not be technically illegal, but you easily could have gotten hurt or killed out there! Did you even have a plan?â
âYeah; keep the villain, fire, and debris away and back up whatever plan my friend came up with. Heâs not stupid, just a bit reckless.â I protest.
âThereâs no difference between the two!â KÄsan snaps waspishly. Iâd rarely seen her this angry. âYour Quirk is not to be used lightly! Itâs a responsibility!â I huff.
âWell, itâs not like the pros were doing anything!â
âThey knew when to draw back and think of something else!â KÄsan roars. I decide it isnât worth aggravating both my mother and my headache further and sigh.
âAlright, alright. Iâm sorry, KÄsan. I just have a headache and it makes me cranky.â To her credit, my mother sighs and takes a breath to calm down.
âPromise not to let yourself use that much energy to fight again until youâve gotten proper training, okay?â I nod meekly. She was right; in that situation, I was way out of my league. It could have gone so much worse.
âYes, maâam.â
âAll that being said, Takara...Iâm proud of you for reacting like a hero. I donât like the result, and I donât like the toll it took on you, but Iâm glad you and the other kids are safe.â I nod, grateful she was past her angry stage.
âThanks, KÄsan.â
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