Since apparently this guy is the easiest to draw for my brain, I present more Shinomori for @fractiflos' Middle May
Practice sketches and things Ive done with him in it under the cut
i also wanted to put some of my headcanons for him or stuff that just made sense to me
Hikage
birthday is in September, if I had to pick a day, I'd say the third.
Huge history buff, he strikes me as the type of guy that just knows so many strangely specific dates.
Also, you can kind of see it in the expressions practice but I HC his hair color was like light brown as a kid and just got lighter as he grew up. then he got OFA which rapid aged him and it didn't stop getting lighter until his hair was white. :/
Orphaned, I imagine his parents were killed in a protest which led to him joining Bruce and Kudou's resistance group.
because he used to work with Bruce I genuinely believe this man knows how to handle even the most bizarre of weaponry. like someone's confused on how to load a rocket launcher or throw a dagger and he's just ready to help. <-this for sure freaked out Banjo the first time he complained about not knowing how to use a gun and Hikage just pulled one out and did an impromptu lesson.
He knows, and is good at Widdling.
Cats v. Dogs argument comes up this man replies with squirrels or crows.
This may just be me projecting but, he's AroAce for sure. Man lives in the forest doesn't want to have to talk to anyone or have any romantic relationships? Be less relatable my guy.
bro has like a bunch of craft magazines that he just goes through. he has a dealer for this so he doesn't have to leave the forest.
He strikes me as an action movie fan
love languages would be words of affirmation, and gifts.
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"Pandora's Box" (3).
Chapter 3
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Yoichi is ill again.
It’s wintertime, so it’s to be expected. Last winter, they’d been living at the base. The nurse on staff easily treated his illnesses as if they were little more than the common cold. Even now, Nisuke swears that the woman had some kind of healing quirk.
Last winter, Nisuke took a couple of days off and took care of his then-boyfriend. He remembers burning the soup that he’d tried to make for Yoichi, and then the man still told him (with a smile on his face) that the concoction (that was hardly a soup anymore) was the best thing he’d ever eaten. Then they had cuddled, basking in each other’s warmth, and then-
Izuku blows a raspberry, sending spit everywhere. He sighs, patiently wiping the baby up.
But this winter they have a baby to account for.
Not to mention less support, as taking Yoichi to the nurse at the base is out of the question and taking him to the hospital could very well result in him dying (and not from his illness).
So, they decided it was for the best to let Yoichi rest up in their bedroom. He took a couple of days off, and he’s been carefully monitoring his husband while wearing a medical mask and gloves. They still aren’t positive if Izuku has his father’s lackluster immune system or not, but regardless they’re playing it safe as he is still a baby.
Izuku disagrees with this arrangement.
All day he fussed, oscillating between blowing raspberries at his papa and full on screaming. And no matter what Nisuke did: rocking, singing, sitting still, reading, or even feeding him, none of it helped.
The only thing that calmed their son down was when Nisuke held him while standing in the doorway of their bedroom (with a medical mask for both Izuku and him, of course).
Upon seeing that, no, his other parent hasn’t left forever, Izuku relaxed. Not wanting to wake his husband, Nisuke started to leave. But Izuku wasn’t done visiting, and he jerked himself forward. Thankfully, either from years of military experience or the terrifying new experience of being a father, Nisuke’s reflexes are heightened.
He tightens his hold. “You little brat,” he says, tone light. Gently he bounces the baby in his arms. “Don’t do that again.”
Izuku laughs in response. A sure sign he planned to do it again sometime (and succeed).
Yoichi coughs, sitting up. He blinks groggily. “Is everything alright, dear?”
Hearing his dad’s voice, Izuku bounces up and down, eager to get closer. “Someone missed you.”
“Ah, well I miss you too, bunny. But-” Yoichi is interrupted by a coughing fit.
Out of reflex, Nisuke steps further into the bedroom, intending to help.
“No- baby!” Yoichi gets out through his coughing. He motions frantically with one arm (the other arm he’s using as a protective germ shield) to their son who’s looking up at Nisuke with damp eyes.
“Right. I’ll go feed him and put him down for bed, and then I’ll give you some medicine for that cough.”
Back in the hallway, Nisuke murmurs an apology. “Sorry, Izu, but I promise daddy’s okay.”
Izuku sniffles but is worn out from the entire day. He rests his head against Nisuke’s chest, defeated.
He places a gentle kiss on his son’s downy-soft head. “Only a couple of more days, Izu. Daddy’ll get better, I promise.”
-x-x-x-
“What’s taking so long, Young Midoriya!” All Might shouts, standing on the side of the trail they’ve been using for cardio training. A stopwatch in his hand.
Izuku stops to catch his breath, hands on his knees. “S-sorry, it’s a little hard to breathe.” He coughs into his arm.
A concerned look passes over All Might’s face. “Young Midoriya, if we need to stop for the day-”
“No!” Izuku yells, waving his hands around. Calming down, he repeats, “no. It’s alright. I’m just a little out of practice. I can keep going.”
“If you say so. Don’t overexert yourself, though. We still have another six months left to train.”
“Yes, sir,” Izuku says, straightening up to continue the run.
As Izuku runs back onto the trail, and then eventually out of sight, All Might can’t help but cast a worried glance at his (soon-to-be) successor. Something deep within whispers to him that Young Midoriya isn’t alright.
He ignores it….for now.
-x-x-x-
Izuku arrives home a quarter after six in the evening. The wonderful smell of his mother’s homemade cooking greets him as he steps inside.
“Hi, mom,” he calls into the house. “I’m home.”
“Oh, honey, that’s great!” His mother comes from the kitchen to hug him tight. “I just finished dinner. After you put your stuff away, can you set the table?”
It’s less a question and more a statement. Izuku’s been setting the table for as long as he can remember, and by now it’s practically tradition.
“Of course, mom.”
Dinner that night is a tempura udon. It’s delicious and heavenly.
He thanks his mom between mouthfuls of food.
“So, how was training today?” She takes a sip of water, looking at Izuku expectantly.
He swallows. “Good. All- my mentor told me I need to slow down.”
Her brow furrows. “Oh?”
“It’s not a big deal. Just….I had a coughing fit.”
“I see,” his mom says, voice uncharacteristically detached.
He shifts in his seat. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, yes, I just remembered something,” she mutters down at her bowl. Shaking her head slightly, his mom looks back up at him. A bright smile on her face. “So, everything else is going well?”
He nods.
“Good, good.”
-x-x-x-
That night, nestled under his All Might-themed blanket in his All Might-themed room, Izuku dreams of being trapped in a room with no windows and only one tightly-sealed door out.
He jolts awake in the middle of the night. Izuku sits upright, trying to catch his breath.
The cool metal (and it’s always cool no matter what) of his bracelet makes the nightmare that much real. He thinks of taking it off and tossing it out of reach, but years of his parents (read: absentee father) telling him not to make him think twice.
Laying back down, Izuku holds the wrist with the bracelet close to his racing heart.
At some point, he must fall back asleep because the next thing he knows, his alarm is blaring.
-x-x-x-
Ten months come and go. They stand on the newly cleaned and cleared Dagobah Beach.
All Might stands in front of him, a proud smile on his face. “You’ve earned this, Young Midoriya,” he says, clasping a firm hand on his shoulder.
Izuku squirms, a thousand different possibilities of how the quirk is transferred or not transferred runs through his head. A transferable quirk is unheard of, and he isn’t sure-
He hears All Might sigh.
Izuku snaps back to attention. “Sorry.”
“Prince of nonsense,” All Might says, fondly. “Anyways, to transfer my quirk you need to ingest some of my DNA.”
“What-”
A piece of hair is unceremoniously thrust in front of his face. “Eat this!” All Might beams at him, like this isn’t the most disgusting thing Izuku has-
He takes the hair and swallows it without a second thought.
It’s a struggle trying to swallow the hair (and seriously, All Might, why did you have to pull the longest one?) But he manages to do so, and just in time to go home and get ready for the entrance exam.
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