#fightaers

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @fightaers : “you don’t recognize me, do you? well, i’d never forget you, kacchan.” (AU where quirkless izuku who didnt inherit OFA became like... a paramedic i think. LISTEN. im making this up as i go!!!) MISTER MAGIC STARTERS , ACCEPTING .

pro hero dynamight had made an entire career on his aggressive approach to opponents, his less-than-savoury interactions with the general public, even his unconventional teamwork techniques ... when he was in a team. he has been credited as one of the fastest to climb the ranks since hawks. he was even being hailed as the next - potential - number one. and with extensive studies under some of the other top heroes, including best jeanist and endeavour, his record was something worth looking at.

and there was one thing to remember about katsuki bakugou : he will never say no to going toe-to-toe with villains. anytime, anywhere.

this situation involved some wreckage of a building, and while the rescue heroes focus on getting people out of the debris, katsuki harnessed his strength against the villains - he is the first point of call in the area, after all. and rightfully so, in the way he moves / people don't even see him as he zips across the field, his explosions the only indication of where he is, his wild taunting the only reprieve between his attacks.

while he knocks down most, he doesn't quite beat the speed of an oncoming attack of light, small intense beams grazing past his cheek and arms and torso ; and while the damage is only a few grazes, he still secures his win. the villain gets a less-than-pleasant blast to the face and a clean knockout.

it's one of his former classmates that direct him to the paramedics on scene, even though he insists his wounds aren't that bad ... [ because they're just a few scrapes, what the hell ? ] ... and that he could walk it off. he pushes his mask up with frustration and sits nearby. his hand brushes some of his fringe out of his eyes while he waits, until he hears a voice cut through all the noise, and crimson lifts to glare at the disruptor.

nothing clicks straight away. for a few moments, he thinks this asshole has the wrong person, or he's a fan trying to make out that they have connections to try and get closer / being as popular as he's gotten, they are tactics he's been wary of, and not many get past the whole known-him-since-childhood phase. katsuki had no real friends back then. well, except -

what was that nickname ? kacchan. kacchan ...

the name invokes memories he could barely recall otherwise ; a green-haired, freckled boy that followed him everywhere. a boy with an indomitable will despite his quirklessness. a boy that was willing to follow katsuki into the belly of the beast until he couldn't anymore, and katsuki promptly forgot about him, moving on in u.a. and getting accustomed to having no shadow anymore.

kacchan, kacchan, kacchan, and he sees the river, knee-deep in flowing cold water as the other looks down on him and offers a hand.

❛ deku, ❜ he finally utters. useless, good-for-nothing / he hasn't changed much since they parted ways in aldera middle school. he has the paramedics uniform on, though, and he stares at him with disbelief ; was he the one treating him ? ❛ tch. shoulda known. you've got one of those annoying fucking faces, the ones that are hard to forget, no matter how plain they are. ❜

he scowls when he turns his gaze away, but he doesn't actively seek out another paramedic to treat his wounds. his injuries weren't bad, right ? ❛ fix me up already. i'm not here to play catch-up with you. ❜

[attroxx]

❛ @fightaers said . . . why don't you get settled on the couch, and i'll bring you whatever you need. — from sakura to naruto, perhaps ? ❜

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘. he isn't that sick, he swears it. but before he can grab her arm to get her to sit back down she's off, probably making him a soup or something. the blonde sighs, arm falling next to him as he watches sakura disappear into his kitchen. he just wanted the day off but of course when kakashi had told her naruto wouldn't be showing up for the briefing she'd made a beeline to his apartment. it was just the sniffles . . . and maybe a fever. but nothing that wouldn't resolve in a day or so.

naruto was more than used to taking care of himself when he was sick. so, having the other looking after him made him feel a bit . . . guilty ? was that the right word ? he supposes he shouldn't. she is his friend and that's what friends do, but still. when she returns with a miso soup he chuckles, sniffling softly. he can't even smell it but it sure looks good.

❛ thank you, sakura but, i'm fine really. in a day or so i'll be good as new !! ❜ yet the moment he finishes his sentence he's sneezing into a tissue, once then twice. well, that didn't help his case.

misc prompts.— accepting.

[bladedhunter]

Continued from here with @fightaers

Sasuke's leaning up against a tree, breathing slowly as blood seeps from his open wound. Sakura tries to close it, her hands glowing with healing chakra, though she's already expended so much during their fight. He can tell she's anxious about it, which worries him, considering he himself can tell he's got some internal damage.

It's his fault for not handling the enemies on his own. He should have, and then Sakura wouldn't have had to use so much of her chakra that she wouldn't be able to properly heal his wounds.

He didn't see her as useless, after all. She was an excellent medic. He trusted she'd be able to at least close the wound, once she focused.

If she could stop panicking.

To that end, he lifts his only hand and places it on her shoulder. "You can do this," he reassures her quietly. He fumbles in his bag for a canteen of water and hands it to her. "Drink a little. Take a deep breath... and try again."

[hosticaaa]

@fightaers ❤️'d for a starter for Fuyumi.

It's  hard  to  believe  it's  been  around  12  years  since  he  last  saw  her,  not  counting  that  day  on  the  battlefield  when  she  followed  Mom  into  the  fray  to  help  save  his  and  their  father's  lives.  Or  maybe  it  wasn't  that  hard  to  believe  at  all,  given  the  last  time  they'd  seen  one  another,  they  were  just  hopeless  little  kids...  And  now,  when  she's  standing  here ...  He  can  see  she's  an  adult.  A  grown-up  woman,  though  he  couldn't  say  she  looked  less  hopeless. 

She's  a  teacher  or  something  if  he  remembered  right,  based  on  the  distant  tabs  he'd  kept  on  everyone.  Strange  job.  He  always  hated  teachers  when  he  was  young,  but  then  his  sister  had  always  been  an  enigma  to  him.  He's  surprised  she'd  come  to  see  him.  All  alone,  too.  That  may  be  why  she  looked  so  out  of  place. 

Of  course,  he  couldn't  say  he  looked  any  better.  Sitting  here  in  his  restraints  and  all  his  bandages  from  his  ever  'healing'  scars  and  the  endless  reconstructive  surgeries  that  helped him to  look  even  slightly  normal  again.  Dad's  pockets  were  always  good  for  something.  ❝ Hey,  sis.  Long  time  no  see,  huh ?  ❞  He  greets  with  a  catlike  grin pulling  against  his  tight,  scarred  skin of his face.   

[fighterbound]

“why are you so afraid of being honest with me?” izuku @ kacchan <3333

"I ain't afraid," he instantly points out, upper lip curling into half snarl. Clenching his hand into a fist, he draws back to put space between them. Shoving his fist into his pocket, he leans back against his desk. Cool down he reminds himself, remembering the fact that the nerd ain't trying to imply shit.

Once he's down from that spark of anger, he takes a steadying breath. Studying Izuku for a quiet moment, he finds himself asking.

"You sayin' you honest with me all the time Deku?" As soon as that question leaves his mouth, he frowns as a thought strikes him. Being honest with Deku always leaves him feeling like's been chewed up and spit out. He's left trying to figure out what's up and down, left and right. Everything with Deku is more complicated, more layered, more everything. Compared to someone like Kirishima, shit is far more straightforward. Direct and steadying. That's his friend, one of his best friends. The lines are clear.

With Deku it's so blurred and mixed up. He knows so much about him, actually it's more than that. He's always been a part of his life, even during his shittier moments. The nerd stayed, keeps choosing to stay. That's a part of him he can't comprehend. How he keeps choosing to stay, keeps choosing to stand by him. For how much longer? He ignores that too honest thought.

Some days they feel alright, others it's like their clear path been blown to bits. He doesn't know what to make of it. Yet he don't wanna say any of that to him. Not when he doesn't understand much of it. Or maybe he does but he can't face his own truths yet. It pisses him off, but he's aware there's just some crap you have to come to terms on your own.

"...we're a lot," he mutters, settling for that.

@fightaers / ★; addressing the elephant in the room sentence starters.

[fighterbound]

Why is he still pushing this? He's told him several times they're friends, all of them. Is he looking for something else? Trying to get him to say something stupid to hang it over his head? His eyes narrow in response to that particular thought, but in the end Sai never been one to pull that kind trick. Still though, he's confused on why Sai isn't letting this go. Like why does he care so much? Looking more deeply into things complicates everything and he doesn't do well with complicated.

Friendship is enough for him. Honestly he's grateful for it. Going from people ignoring him and pretending he wasn't there to having a good group of friends and being acknowledged. It's great, awesome even! No way he needs more than this. He heaves out a sigh accompanied with a tired smile.

"Last time time I'm tellin' ya," he claps a hand over Sai's shoulder and squeezes, "they're my friends. I care bout them a lot, and that's that. I dunno what else you wanna hear from me, but ya ain't getting it." He drops his hand and flashes Sai an overly bright smile.

"I got nothin' else to offer ya." Shrugging, he lifts both arms to fold them behind his head. "So go bug someone else about this stuff."

❛⠀you don't ... ? ❜ sai blinks, somehow dumbfounded by the statement. naruto is the most loved person in the village, especially since he has successfully defeated pain and consecutively ended the fourth war. it is hard to believe he wouldn't know what love looks like.

still, perhaps just because naruto wouldn't know, that doesn't mean ...

❛⠀you wouldn't give up on sasuke no matter what, for one. and he... is as easily devoted to you, i believe. even sakura's faith had shaken, but only because she was given an ultimatum that the threat of revenge could worsen among the villages had she not put a stop sasuke herself. ❜ the issues among team seven have always been... complicated, sai thinks. deep, and long, and wounded. sai can come in and metaphorically provide a temporary balm sometimes, slotting in his presence despite the fact he's never been asked, but he knows it wouldn't resolve anything until they, themselves, would.

he doubts that they would though. sakura only ever speaks about sasuke in hushed, terrified tones whenever sai and her are alone. with naruto, she braves an eager expression. always as easily enthusiastic about receiving any letters by sasuke whenever the blonde mentioned it. that's... love too, isn't it ? ❛⠀and i know the majority would perceive she has a preference for sasuke, but she is as equally protective of you. revered, even. do you not feel the same then, small dick ? ❜

[salvatoraes-moved]

tags 05 

[aughts]

w. jaha.

[dynmghts]

there's a point where sense ends and arguments begin with them. it happens every time they sit in the same room, even when they're with others from their respective lives - sometimes the cause is driven by alcohol, sometimes spite, sometimes nothing. katsuki cannot tell you where the lines are meant to be drawn. maybe they never are, and @fightaers allows it.

there is something about deku that means he will never have the same effect that his group of friends have / he's sworn deku has tried. maybe he hasn't. but see, kirishima can enter his personal space without backlash, kaminari can sit back and casually poke fun at his personality, even sero can kick his legs into the blond's lap while ashido can hover with new gossip to share. and uraraka, she has been the closest to him since high school, in a sense ; they stayed on good terms even after their amicable break. they spar, they team up as heroes, and if anyone can still earn a genuine smile out of the otherwise scowling bakugou, it was her.

but deku has never been afforded the chance. every act he attempts feels like he is trying to undermine katsuki, and katsuki - stubborn - shuts it down.

and alongside that, some would point out that katsuki still contacts deku at the end of the day, pursuing this twisted bond just enough to maintain it / some may even say it's sadistic of him to string deku along. that maybe he should finally cut ties. [ a few of his friends have already voiced their concern, but each time, he shoots down the topic or changes it entirely. ] it's not like he doesn't know they're right, because they are, this has become more of a hindrance than a benefit - if you could ever consider their reconnection beneficial. but whatever discontent he carries for deku, overwhelmed by this innate need to prove his superiority over him, it is quietly backed by one thing :

deku isn't the only one that keeps coming back to it.

maybe that's why katsuki had brought the argument to his genkan, determined to get under deku's skin and dig into festering wounds. maybe that's why he snarls out something - he cannot recall what it is now - with the intention of making it hurt, and maybe that's why he endures the shock of crashing lips onto his.

there is no other way to say it : katsuki hates deku. he needs to hate him for some sickening reason that he keeps drinking from, because he cannot resist the way it makes him feel. he hates and hates and hates, and he feasts vehemently on the other's reactions like a starved animal, but - well. he did not expect that deku would do any more than walk out that door and come crawling back the next day, like he's done every other time. he did not expect to watch this paramedic, who has more strength than his 14-year-old counterpart ever did, turn on his heel and seize him by the collar and pull him in.

were deku to remain quiet and leave without another word, maybe katsuki would have done nothing. maybe he would stay in shock. maybe he would even wander back into his apartment, bewildered, to the point that he can't react with anger until the next day.

but why would it ever be that simple with them ?

the moment deku opens his mouth - so kacchan can be quiet - katsuki feels the choking anger rise from the pits of his stomach. his hands spark and pop. before deku gets a chance, katsuki swings a right hook directly at his face, every muscle and sinew arguing against his tension as he does. and, perhaps knowing that deku may not gather himself if he's fast enough, katsuki lunges forward to seize the fabric of his shirt ... [ with his hand still setting off explosions, small, but enough to leave a smouldering impression behind. ] ... to shove him into the nearest wall of his genkan.

his glare, blazing with unbridled fury, is unwavering. his snarl remains tense and canines purposefully bared, though his lips are swollen from the unwelcome kiss. he applies more pressure against deku as he leans in. ❛ you don't get to fucking speak to me that way, deku. ❜

the memory lingers. the taste lingers. he feels sick, as though this time he was drinking the same thing as before, but now he was choking on its taste ... all because deku made him taste it. he wants to spit it back out. [ the last person he kissed was some girl he was set up with. he didn't love her either. but it didn't instil the same sort of reaction / the disgust, the hatred for its taste, its feeling, the way his lips sting from the moment ... ]

❛ i should break your fucking nose, ❜ comes the threat. he nearly did. he wishes he did - but he knows his reputation hangs in the balance, and something like that would be too obvious. ❛ be fucking glad i didn't, and don't you ever fucking kiss me again. ❜ / continued from here.

[resolutepath]

It takes a little while for Izuku to respond and for a while Kirishima wonders if perhaps he pushed too hard, if the words were unwanted, if his shelter was no longer welcomed, and for a time he simply wonders how much Izuku has truly grown beyond them, away from them. Does he even need them any longer?

Then his question is acknowledged and he sees the smile of that boy who was so enthusiastic for his heroes, briefly rid of the weight on his shoulders.

Kirishima cannot help but smile in kind.

”A cup of hot chocolate sounds great right now… c’mon lets go…” He accompanies his words with a tip of the head, directing the way through the crowd. He’s not easy, using his sturdy form to stop them getting hemmed in, elbows turned outwards in case he needs to jab any enthusiastic heroes from closing in, till they have escaped the crowd and allowed themselves the space to breathe. His own shoulders feel easier withot the mass of heroes so he can only hope it is the same for the green-haired hero.

It's a short walk to the kitchens from there and he deosn't mind letting them pace in companiable silence, decompressing from the change. Only once in the kitchen does he turn towards Izuku and smile. "You got a special way you like it made? I know lots of families have trade secrets..." His own is no exception, and his heart aches as he things of his mums and his siblings before he boxes that away. "I'll do my best, whatever it is."

❛⠀— ❜ a lot of them are throwing good idea.

in truth, if izuku could still have prevented this, he thinks he still would have. this, of course, being the fact that his classmates will now surely be participating in the war, in fighting by him. it's ... unsettling, being at the centre of the discussion, not necessarily because he thinks he doesn't deserve to be there, but because, in that few breath as their voices mingle and intercept, izuku is slowly taking in the fact of how young they all were.

it's unfair, how they'd only gotten to UA, and already they were made to face such big threats. is it because of him ? of course, in a way, it's because of him. they've agreed to take the danger too, sure, and it lifts off some of the heavy burden on his shoulders, izuku couldn't deny that — but it still doesn't mean it isn't scary. any of them could've died, izuku thinks sombrely, their intermingled voices faded and muddled into one. any of them could have their lives robbed in the upcoming days because of me.

because of all-for-one.

though izuku doesn't say that aloud. he watches without watching, his heart slowly thundering inside his chest, before a voice holds his attention. when izuku blinks, it's to kirishima-kun, who's... whispering something. what...? izuku blinks, before, oh. a slow grateful smile curves his lips, and izuku nods — easy, quick. like his head hasn't been filled with the terror of their reality just a second before. ❛⠀nn, a cup of hot chocolate would be nice, wouldn't it, kirishima-kun ? ❜

[attroxx]

@fightaers liked for a starter !!

❛ iruka - sensei, c'mon just let me pay for once . . . ❜ the blonde scowls, attempting to snatch the bill with his bandaged hand. the other always seemed to insist but, it was naruto's turn as far as he was concerned.

[fighterbound]

“i don’t stand a chance against sasuke, do i?” / FROM SAKURA TO NARUTO u know how it issssss

His heart stutters and trips over itself. All the breath from his lungs is ripped out with that single question. Time seems frozen as that question pounds itself into his head, replaying over and over. Then like clockwork his instincts flare to protect him, working to try and stop the torrent of emotions unleashed from the rooms he shut them in. It's ironic how Sakura's question has tethered itself in his mind while unshackling his own feelings.

Outwardly he shows his teeth, not in threat or warning, but to soothe. A wide happy smile. Happy is safe, happy doesn't have room for problems. Happy doesn't threaten him the way conflict does. Only these instincts are the same ones that have been pushing him away from this very conversation. Telling him to fold away all their previous little talks and underlying jabs and lock them away.

The smile he tries to give life to keeps melting off.

And Sakura given him no room to run this time. It's like she's cornered him. Her question a kunai that met its target. No matter how he spins this, he can't pretend he didn't hear her. Can't laugh his way out of the corner she's pressed him into. Pressing his hands against his side, he fights to keep his fingers relaxed despite the gut wrenching need to curl them into fists. This is Sakura...she...she's not someone that should be receiving this sort of reaction. Defensive and angry.

Yet...as he stares back at her and tries to work out a response a heat bubbles inside him. It's not explosive or abrasive like when facing an annoyin' enemy or arguing with Sai. No this...it's worse because it's been simmering, growing and expanding. Try as he might, it's been cooking too long and refusing to be shoved off the burner. His hands can't handle the heat. He doesn't want to feel like this. Angry. Annoyed. Agitated. Frustrated. None of those emotions ever work well for people. They create problems, drive people away, and they're just not good! So why is he so mad at her question? Why can't he shake it off and pretend like all the other times? It is cause she's got him trapped without an escape? Like...like she's demanding an answer out of him. One he doesn't he want to give, and why should he? Who is she to make him answer such an unfair question? His eyes narrow.

The words that have built on his tongue are all wrong. Terrible, ugly words that could brea--, no they will break them. They will shove a deeper wedge between them. He'd rather swallow his own tongue than speak the nasty truth that is filling his throat. Breaking away from her gaze, he stares down at the ground to reorient himself. Right now he's drowning in the overwhelming reaction of his emotions and thoughts. The only way he knows to break to the surface in these rare times is through his voice. Shouting, reacting, physically getting everything out. However, never have those times had him before a friend, especially one as precious as Sakura. Actually no, Sasuke been on the receiving end but...

Sasuke is different. The bitter truth. Bitter all the way to the core because of what it confirms. Though ain't that the answer she's looking for? It's why she's asking the question, ain't it? She knows. Every talk they've had since that evening in the bar, it comes back to Sasuke. He's grown from being a tiny little thorn between them to wrapping around them like vines. Every shift and twist Sakura and himself have managed to try and escape, have only pressed them deeper against the many thorns, making them bleed over the bastard that chooses the outside world instead of them. Yet...Naruto can't fault him. Can't bring himself to ask for more.

Would he...feel the same if were Sakura? If Sakura were to be swapped with him, would his own feelings be at the intensity they are for Sasuke? The hesitation in his heart tells him the answer he doesn't want to face. The answer Sakura is probably lookin' for. If she's expectin' this answer...should he just say it? Stop letting it simmer between them. His stomach drops just at the thought. But how long are they gunna keep doing this? If he evades now, will she keep comin' at him like this? Pushing more and more until the answer it pulled out of him. Why does she wanna hear this? Is she lookin' for an out or something? Then why ask him? She should be the one to say it.

Not him. He won't bare his neck like that. Running his tongue along the back of his teeth, decides right then and there to fight back. This ain't just gunna be him. He's gunna fight his way out of this corner!

"If you're askin' like that, makes it sound like you already have an answer," he rasps finally, like he's been inhaling smoke for far too long. Maybe he has, choosing to sit in the burning home of their friendship instead of trying to put it out. Every muscle is coiled tight with tension, bracing for whatever reaction he's going to receive. He's got fear pooling into his gut like an endless waterfall and that kicks him into gear. As his fingers dig into his sides, he does what he's worst at.

Waits.

★; addressing the elephant in the room sentence starters. / @fightaers

[bladedhunter]

As he holds out the canteen of water, Sasuke is not worried. If necessary, he can use the last of his remaining chakra to transport them to the Konoha Hospital, where they can find a medic whose chakra resources aren't depleted, to treat both of them. But that would be a risk, and Sasuke doesn't want to do it unless it's absolutely necessary.

He believes Sakura can do this. In fact, he knows she can. Especially because, he'll admit, she's highly motivated to do so, when he's invovled.

So he watches her drink the water, which will speed up her body's ability to regenerate blood and energy (including chakra), and he takes back the canteen.

You'll be alright, Sasuke-kun, she tells him. He doesn't respond, partially because it's difficult to speak, but also--he doesn't need the reassurance. He's been through worse.

Instead, he watches as she gets back at it, and sure enough, his wounded skin knits back together before their eyes. That's when a ghost of a smile appears on his face, however brief, however faint.

"I wasn't going to say no," he says softly. He's in no state to walk on his own (though admittedly, he's not quite sure she is, either). But they can lean on each other.

"Let's get somewhere safe," he tells her. "I know a place we can hide nearby. Once I have enough chakra for it to be safe, I'll take us back to Konoha."

you can do this, says sasuke-kun, and sakura lifts her green eyes at him. the space between her brows are furrowing. the roots where her hairline begins are layered in sweat. he's calm, serious as ever. handsome, of course, and for a moment she nearly wants to laugh at the absurdity of the thought. handsome, while kami knows how she looks like.

he's always seems so... untouchable to her. unfathomable.

the boy who left her when they're twelve, and returned as some being close to god. him and naruto both, except naruto's always been... a tad warmer, she supposes. easier to laugh with, engage with, scold at even. while sasuke-kun... well, sasuke-kun's calm and composed. refine-looking. quiet, but steady. even now, as he's bleeding, he's the one who's comforting her.

useless. when will she ever grow from the kid who constantly needed to be saved ?

but she soundlessly takes his canteen of water. in truth, it isn't so much that she's panicking which is causing this unsteadiness, but more so that she's simply chakra-depleted. she can't fail though, because sasuke-kun's depending on her. and this is, after all, the one area she's supposed to be an expert at. so, with the swipe of the back of her hand against her lips after she's gulped her share of water, sakura nods her head. determined: ❛ you'll be alright, sasuke-kun. ❜

she tells him, and it's a smile she would've used on any worried shinobi during the war before she begins a necessary procedure: assuring. confident. with that, sakura tries again, focusing, and then slowly, but surely, the skin knits together.

❛⠀c'mon. lean on me. you'll need an emergency surgery when we arrive in konoha and no, i'm not taking no as an answer, sasuke-kun. ❜

[movedfistsbled]

@fightaers​                                                                         cont.

he    knows    what    kurama    did    to    her    .                    part  of  him  wants  to  apologize  for  his  behalf  .          for  the  hatred  forced  into  his  mind  by  the  world  ,  and  his  past  life  .             not  that  lee  ever  spoke  to  the  nine  tailed  fox  ,  but  matatabi  knows  him  well  .            if  young  jonin  apologized  to  sakura  ,  he  might  as  well  apologize  to  everyone  who  was  wronged  by  the  bijuu  ,  not  just  kurama  .           not  everyone  was  as  passive  as  matatabi  or  isobu  .                    isobu    ,    kokuo    ,    chomei    and    gyuki    .            those  were  the  tailed  beasts  lee  had  met  .              isobu  ,     unbeknownst    to    the    leaf    ,   in  person  .                      THE    BIJUU    FRIEND           ,  he  was  dubbed  .       not  a  compliment  ,  but  lee  didn’t  mind  .      he’s  used  to  worse  names  .          but  at  least  never  by  sakura  .

pretty    ,    kind    sakura    -    san    .                they  train  from  time  to  time  .         they’re  friends  ,  aren’t  they  .        but  she  doesn’t  know  what  danzo  makes  him  do  ,  she  doesn’t  know  the  innocent  lives  he  took  .              the  villages  he  destroyed  .               SHE    HEALS         ,  he  only  burns  down  .

❛                i’ll    plan    my    riskier    adventures    when    you’re    off    duty    ,    don’t    worry    .             ❜                          his  tone  is  playful  .       but  if  he  truly  were  to  seek  out  roshi  -  san    .    .    .          lee  may  have  been  dubbed  the  land  of  fire’s  ultimate  jinchuriki  ,  but  the  other  had  been  with  son  goku  -  san  for  almost  fourty  years    .    .    .        and  if  the  leaf  got  wind  of  his  plans    .    .    . 

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Getting  to  know  your  siblings  was  a  weird  thing. They  were  the  first  people  you  were  supposed  to  know,  but  not  for  him.  Not  for  them.  He  and  Natsuo  had  been  inseparable  once,  but  he  didn't  know  anything  about  him  anymore.  He  wasn't  his  funny,  runny-nosed  little  brother  anymore.  He  was  a  whole  guy. A  guy  with  a  job  and  a  life  and  things  going  on. It  was  bittersweet.  One  part  of  him  was  glad  that  his  brother  could  be  this  guy,  a  man  with  a  job,  a  girlfriend,  and  a  life;  the  other  was  sad  because  it  was  a  lonely,  sometimes  envious  feeling.  To  see  them  all  now,  to  know  how  far  they'd  gone  in  their  lives,  and  to  feel  that  oppositely,  he  had  stayed  the  same. 

Sometimes,  he  still  felt  like  he  was  that  hopeless,  lame  13-year-old he  had  been  the  last  time  they'd  seen  each  other,  trapped  and  confused  with  none  of  the  reprieves  he  had  back  then.  No  Kyou  the  Dinosaur,  no  Sunday  morning  cartoons,  no  ball  with  Natsuo and Fuyumi,  no  sneaking  konpeito  to  the  koi  in  the  pond  ━  something  highly  forbade,  mind  you. The  thought  brought  a  smile  to  his  face as  he  remembered  laying  on  his  stomach,  a  bag  of  konpeito  at  his  side,  his  cheek  in  one  hand  while  the  other  sprinkled  pretty  coloured  candy  into  the  water  for  the  big  fat  koi  to eat and,  of  course,  his  sister  here threatening  to  tell  on  him  cause  dad  said  koi  couldn't  eat  konpeito,  and  he'd  make  them  sick. 

It wasnt that he wanted to make  the  fish  sick. They  seemed  to  like  it  so  much,  and  he  thought  the  way  they  all  swarmed  to  slurp  at  the  water's  surface  was funny.  This  was  a  happy  memory,  something  he'd  forgotten  until  now.  It gave  him  hope  that  maybe  the  past  wasn't  all  bad;  perhaps  he  could  get  to  know  it,  relearn  it  in  a  nicer  way,  with  his  siblings  and  with  mom  and  dad,  and  then  perhaps,  one  day,  he  could  catch  up  with  everyone.  He  thought  he  wanted  that  now,  to  catch  up ━  what  else  was  there  to  do  ?  

Needless  to  say,  the  prospect  of  a  home-cooked  meal  wasn't  the  only  thing  that  excited  him,  but  it  certainly  seemed  that  way  as  he  spoke.  ❝ 'Course  I  would;  I'm  hearin'  so  many  good  things  I gotta judge  for  myself ! ❞  He  beamed. ❝ Ahh,  hmm,  how  aa-bout  gyudon ?  It's  still  my  favourite,  but  'm  not  picky  -  so  long  as  it's  not  fish  I'm down for aa-nythin. ❞ 

the medical sector has been one of the fast-growing industry since the introduction of quirks, and even more so when pro-heroes had been introduced as a liable profession.

fuyumi has a bit of knowledge on that ever since natsuo had expressed his interest in pursuing a career in health and welfare. she'd taken more of an interest, of course, when it's been confirmed that father had wanted shōto to be what he intended: a goal to usurp all might's standing. fuyumi remembers those dates leading to UA's confirmation letter like nails on a chalkboard. she'd been so restless then, but mute, against shōto's grown coldness and father's lack of attention.

she's always been so useless in that old, empty home — still, she remembers pouring over statistics and results, nevertheless. how much of a danger could those in the hero course be, and how rigorous is the curriculum and training, and how are the rate of injuries and fatal wounds ? not that fuyumi has any chance of shielding shōto from any of that. but it'd been— something then. a small form of control she could exert over, though whatever illusion knowing had given her are clearly miniscule. in the end, shōto goes into UA. in the end, this fate is inevitable.

whatever it is, though — it's... simply remarkable, is all, to truly take in the fact that tōya's alive. fuyumi had read the medical report, the pages she's allowed, especially after natsuo had had his way of getting her the documents and relaying it back to mother and herself. by all means, had the medical industry not be so advanced, tōya would've had a grave — a true one — by now. yet the doctors saved what they could; and the result of that, all five of them carried a burn mark one way or another. fitting, she supposes, to never forget the burning house they came from.

❛⠀would you... would you like that ? ❜ she tries, hoping she sounds more sincere than fearful. fearful of what, she isn't sure. she doesn't think tōya-nii would want to hurt her; at least, not after already having it all out the way he did. hasn't there been enough anger expressed ? then again, she isn't sure. the men in her family are experts of that: holding into their rage. fuyumi's born a girl. as tōya said once, she'd never understand. ❛⠀a home-cooked meal ? i can— ... what would you like to have, tōya-nii ? ❜