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[actuallysaiyan]

Bruises That Won't Heal(Sorahiko Torino/Gran Torino x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, age gap(reader in mid 20s and Torino probably close to 40s), mentions of Nana and Sorahiko being together, Nana's death being mentioned, alcohol, angst, crying, virginity loss, vaginal fingering, breast play, pregnancy mention. word count: 2.2k pairings: Sorahiko Torino/Gran Torino x Fem!Reader summary: you've fantasized about him for so long, and after Nana's death you wonder if maybe you should shoot your shot. he takes good care of you during your first time, but afterwards the glitter fades and he gives you a taste of reality. a/n: I do not know what came over me but I decided to write this and then it got fucking angsty and I couldn't stop. Hope y'all enjoy! Thank you @cherryblossombankai for beta reading!

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You didn’t know what really drew you in. He was a miserable man, frowning all the time. You figured since the death of Nana Shimura, he wasn’t the same. There was a lack of glow within him. And for so long, you had looked up to both of them. Losing Nana had been a devastating blow to you.

You knew that Gran Torino had sent his little protege off to America, hopefully to keep the enemy away from him. While you should have been going gaga over Toshinori, you couldn’t help but have your eyes on Gran Torino.

Damn Sorahiko…

You wanted this crush to go away. You wanted it to fade completely. But the more you tried to push it away, the more you found yourself wanting to find the man and maybe help him with the pain of losing his partner. You weren’t sure if he and Nana were actually romantically involved, but you were thinking there must have been something there.

When you meet up with him next, he tries to ignore you. You weren’t going to give up just like that. You try your best to get his attention, but he’s just not quite interested just yet.

Then one night, you two end up at the bar together. With a few drinks in him, he loosens up just a bit.. Your heart is racing every time he gets so close to you. He smells nice; rich and inviting. It’s almost intoxicating to your senses. He keeps bringing you out to the dancefloor between drinks. Soon you two are tucked away in the alleyway out back.

“What does a perfectly lovely young woman want with an old man like me?” He asks, nipping at your neck.

“I want you. I’ve always wanted you. You’re my inspiration.”

He freezes at your words. You’ve got no idea what you’re getting yourself into. But he’s been lonely since he lost Nana. She’d be scolding him for becoming so depressed and letting himself go.. She would be happy that someone is showing interest in him.

“Inspiration, huh? You’ve got weird tastes, girlie.”

But he still kisses you hungrily. You can taste the whiskey on his breath. You can’t help yourself; you press your body up against his. You feel the definition of muscles, loving the way he’s trying to buff up for you right now. It’s like he’s trying to put on a show just for you.

“How long have you wanted this for?” He asks you between heated kisses.

You blush and look down. “Too long.’”

He grins, “Come on, tell me.”

“I’ve been fantasizing about being with you since I was about twenty…”

This causes him to groan. You really have been fantasizing about him and his cock since you were twenty…god it shouldn’t be that hot, but it is. He brings your hand down to his pants, helping you squeeze his bulge.

“Look at what you’re doing to me, baby girl.”

The words make you shudder. “Can’t help it. Daddy.”

This word causes him to pick you up and hurriedly fly you to his apartment. He opens the door with ease, helping you inside. Once in his bedroom, the man pushes you onto his bed. You get a good idea of how sad he’s been considering the room is in complete disarray. But you push those thoughts away, wanting to see where this night goes.

“You want me to take good care of you, don’t you?” He asks, his cheeks a little pink.

You nod. “Please daddy.”

Sorahiko begins to strip you. He’s surprisingly tender, which makes your heart feel so full of affection. You don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s actually your first time. You’re faking things to make sure he thinks you’re experienced. Though, he’s pretty confident in being able to tell that this is your first time.

His big hands cup your breasts, pushing them together before leaning in to take one of your nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off the bed and you eagerly run your fingers through his hair. He didn’t think this small action would cause him to falter in his movements. It just feels so good to have someone showing him affection. 

His eyes lock with yours as he continues to suckle on your nipples and nip at the swell of your breast. It’s been a while since he’s been intimate. He’s had a few hookups since his last time with Nana, and he’s so desperately trying to push that last time out of his mind. All he wants to do is lose himself to the feeling of you.

“Sorahiko…” you let out when his fingers brush against your wet labia.

He smirks at you. “Pretty girl’s all wet for me…but I don’t think you deserve more until you use my proper name.”

“D-daddy, please don’t tease.”

Despite it being your first time, Sorahiko is quite convinced you’re experienced. You want to tell him, but you’re worried it might scare him off. So you spread your legs more, bucking only when he teases you just a little more. He smears your arousal all over your labia and clit, spending his time rubbing the little nub in just the way you like it.

“That’s it, that’s daddy’s girl.”

One of his fingers pushes into you and you gasp. You weren’t expecting that just a finger would be such a stretch. He looks into your eyes once more, making sure you’re feeling alright. There’s such a look of concern and it makes your heart skip a beat. You nod, letting him know it’s okay.

“It’s your first time, isn’t it?” His voice is soft and laced with tenderness.

Your cheeks burn and you try to look away. “Y-yes, it is.”

He leans in to capture your lips in such a sweet kiss. It makes your head whirl with so many emotions. You shouldn’t be falling in love with a man who’s much older than you, but the way he’s stimulating you makes you realize that he might be ruining sex for you with anyone else.

“Let me take care of you.”

His words make your whole body warm up. He continues to pump his finger into you, making sure to go slow. His thumb comes up to rub your clit in time. Soon he’s adding another finger. Torino watches for any signs of discomfort before he begins to scissor the fingers inside of you to stretch you out. He then leans in again and kisses you over and over.

“Cum for me, beautiful.”

It takes a few more thrusts of his fingers to send you over the edge with a soft pant of his name. He loves the way you look when you come undone like this. Your cheeks flush, hair sticking to your face and your legs shaking. He prolongs the pleasure until you’re squirming.

Then he pulls off his own clothes. You get the full eyeful of him. He’s gorgeous, toned and he has a littering of scars on his body. The way you so tenderly caress his chest has his breath hitching in his throat. Nobody but Nana has ever touched him quite like this.

“You sure you’re okay with this, kiddo?” He asks once more, rubbing your thighs as he slots himself between them.

You nod eagerly. “I’m ready. I want this.”

Sorahiko grasps his cock, letting it rub between your soaked folds before the tip prods your tight little hole. You gasp and cling to him when he pushes into you. It’s slow at first, and he’s whispering soft words of praise to keep you feeling comfortable and safe. A few tears slide down your cheeks and he’s good to kiss them away.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby girl.” He coos so softly.

Bit by bit, he pushes more of himself into you. When he bottoms out, he looks into your eyes and he grabs your hands. Your heart skips a beat when he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“I’ll always be here to take good care of you,” he whispers but you swear those words are meant for someone else.

Your heart clenches in your chest and you try not to cry again. You wish you could just fall in love with him. You know you could never take away the pain of losing Nana, but you could help him heal. You could help him see that he’s so worthy of love.

Sorahiko begins thrusting, making the bed under you rock a little. You gasp as his cock hits the sweet spot inside of you. The stretch is being replaced with delicious pleasure that you never knew could exist. You immediately wrap your legs around him to bring him in even closer.

He kisses you hungrily and sloppily, the remnants of the alcohol running through his system. He feels like old wounds are being opened and you are just tearing down the walls he’s been putting up for way too long. He hates that you can just so easily reach into him and tug on his heartstrings like his.

When you whimper and tell him you’re close, it makes him feel so good. For an older man, he can still pleasure you. He grows confident in his movements and even reaches between you both to rub your clit. The sound of your voice is pure music to his ears, making him grunt.

Your walls clamp down around him, pulling him closer to his own release. He groans your name as he tries to warn you that he’s close. With a few more pumps of his hips, he spills deep inside of you. Tears stream down your cheeks again as you feel so loved. You hold onto him, rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head as he slumps against your breasts.

Torino looks away and hides his own tears. How could you make him feel so loved and appreciated? You shouldn’t be chasing this dream. He’s just an old man that could hold you back. You’re in the prime of your career. You should be with someone like Toshinori, closer in age and also in the prime of his career.

Sorahiko pulls out of you, watching as his cum dribbles out of your cute little hole. Without thinking, he pushes it back into you and kisses you deeply. He’s going to regret all of this in the morning when the fog settles, but right now he wants to just be as close to you as he can.

Tenderly, he cleans you up and he holds you in his arms. You nuzzle against his chest, looking up at him like he strung the stars in the sky just for you. Every time your eyes meet, he feels himself falling deeper in love with you. You, who pulled out all these damn feelings.

“Sleep now, pretty darling.”

His words and soft, sweet affections lull you to sleep. The smell of sex and his cologne permeate the air. You feel good in his embrace. For the first time, you feel so loved.

The next morning, you wake up cold and alone. The bed feels so empty without the man you lost your virginity to in it. You stretch out, trying to pretend that he’s here. You get up from the bed; all of your muscles aching from the lovemaking last night. With a heavy heart, you pull on your clothes.

You’re not expecting to find him in the kitchen. He hands you a glass of water and some painkillers.. All the softness and love from last night is gone. You feel like you’re encountering a stonewall. 

“You should go,” he says gruffly. “We don’t want the press to know about this.” You scoff, “I didn’t think you were someone who cared about that kind of stuff.”

He feels terrible for doing this, but if he severs the bond now, you won’t be too sad when he pushes you away inevitably. He tried his best to push all thoughts of Nana away, but dammit she’s all he can think about. Sorahiko thinks about that promise he made…the choice he and Nana had to make.

“Just get going, come on, kid.”

The word stings more than it should. You feel yourself shaking as you try to place the empty glass on the counter. Your own body defies you and you throw yourself at him desperately, but he pushes you away. You’re crying now, begging him to reconsider.

“Don’t do this to yourself, kid. Don’t torture yourself. Last night was just some fun. I was drunk and so were you.”

Your heart shatters when you listen to him. The way he had taken care of you had you thinking it was different. You realize now that you’ll never ever be able to hold a candle to Nana Shimura. You get up off your knees, dusting yourself off. He won’t look at you, but you can tell he’s crying too.

“Fine, it was just a night of fun. Don’t come to me when you need fun again.”

You grab your jacket and slam the door behind you. Sorahiko begins to cry and he holds his head in his hands. Nana was gone and you deserved so much better than this broken old man.

As the days go by, you realize that your little night of fun turned into something more. For more than ten months, you disappear from the public eye. When you return to hero work, the man you had fallen in love with has changed. Not only physically, but also emotionally.

And somewhere in the world, there’s a little girl with gray hair and dark eyes who wonders who her parents are. And perhaps she never will.

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[nellarw95]

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March 21,1986

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21 Marzo 1986

[heli-writes]

Between then and now, Part 2.

Part 2: The known in the unknown

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi x Reader

Summary: When a whirlwind affair between you and All Might was found out by his manager, it was made sure that no one ever knew about you or your relationship with All Might. Even twenty years later, Toshinori Yagi still thinks of you. His retirement leaves him lonely in a cold city apartment and he wonders what could’ve been. Maybe it’s time to rekindle? But is that what you want?

Disclaimers: -

Note: I finally found some time to work on this!

Heli’s Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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The present day, Japan.

It feels weird walking the streets of your hometown again. It's been so long since you've been here. The city changed a lot since you've been wandering around these streets with your friends. While everything seems familiar, most things also feel unknown.

You wander the streets that once were so familiar to you. The TV store where you used to watch the latest hero news after school with your friends has been replaced with a multimedia store. The kiosk, where you and your brother bought sour candy and picture cards hoping to pull a Gran Torino or a Crimson Riot, is also long gone. However, there are some places that are still the same. There's still the library where you and your girls studied hard for your entrance exams to get into university. It's also where you had your first kiss, just behind the business administration section. 

Of course, the old university building is still the same. You can't remember how many tears of stress you've shed here and of course tears of joy on your graduation day. That's also where you've met All Might for the first time. He was invited as a guest of honor and had to give a speech to all the graduates. Similar to you who had to give a speech since you graduated summa cum laude. You remember of nervous you were that day.

*~*~*~ *~*

Twenty-two years ago, Japan.

Dear comrades-in-arms, teachers and parents, Today we celebrate the success of a new generation and the bright future... the bright future...

You keep mumbling to yourself going through your cards over and over again. You're sitting behind the stage you have to go on in a few minutes. You groan frustratedly. No matter how well you know the speech you've written, there is no way you will deliver it successfully. First of all, you're not a motivational speaker and second of all, you are way too nervous.

 „My, my, someone's nervous!“, a booming voice says right behind you and you jump up in your seat. 

When you turn around, you're met with the largest man you've ever seen. Of course, you know who he is. All might, an upcoming hero. He made quite the name for himself, especially during his time in America. The girls in your semester fawn over his good looks. Upon closer inspection, you think he looks quite silly. You mean that grin will haunt you in your nightmares. And what...

 „What's up with your hair?“, you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

All Might's creepy smile disappears for a second and he looks stunned but as quickly as it disappears, as quickly it returns. It seriously gives you IT-clown vibes.

 „Whatever do you mean? Do you not like my hair, dear citizen?“, he asks you in his perfect-practiced hero voice. You think he sounds fake.

„Uhm, no, I don't.“, you tell him. Again, you don't really think when you answer him.

Now, All Might is taken aback.

 „Oh, really? I-i mean you don't find it flashy?“, he says in his normal voice. You're surprised at how timid and soft-spoken he sounds.

 „No.“, you tell him with a pointed look.

 „Oh, well, alright. That's a first.“, he mumbles.

You turn fully towards him. You look up at him crossing your arms.

 „Really? No one told you before that it looks like the antennae of an insect? You know, like a cockroach?“, you explain bluntly.

All Might stares at you stunned for a few seconds before starting to laugh. It's not his booming hero laugh, but an honest one. You think it suits him better than the laugh you've heard on TV.

 „You sure are an honest one.“, he tells you wiping the side of his eye.

You shrug. „Should I be dishonest instead? Sounds like a villain's trait.“, you point out. All Might gives you that pretty laugh again. 

„I suppose that's true.“, he agrees with you.

There's a moment of silence. Suddenly, the speaker on stage announces you and your speech. Surprisingly, you don't feel nervous anymore. It's probably because you don't have to go on stage with a cockroach hairstyle. Your hair is perfectly styled by the hairstylist your father paid for. 

 „Break a leg.“, All Might encourages you and gives you two thumbs-up. You give him a smile before going on stage and delivering your speech.

Your speech went well that day. Your parents were proud of you and your mother even cried a little. After the formal celebration and dinner with your family, you celebrate with your friends. Needless to say, all of you are absolutely plastered by the end of the night.

That might be the reason you don't remember much about All Might's speech. Something about being a hero in your own story or so. 

What you do remember is the way he laughs when he finds something truly funny.

~*~*~*~ *~*

The present day, Japan.

You smile fondly at the memory. You've been so deep in thought that you didn't notice how far your legs have taken you. You shake your head trying to push the thoughts out of your head and to gain a sense of reality. Right, food!, you tell yourself.

It's been so long since you've been here last, you don't really know where a supermarket is. A quick Google search later, you're finally on your way with a fixed destiny. Luckily, the city's big and so there are plenty of stores to choose from. 

You end up getting more things than you initially planned. Having to get all the essentials from salt to butter, your bags are stuffed full. You drag them with you, trying to find the fastest way home. Unfortunately for you, the streets you once knew like the back of your hand faded in your memory. While you were confident that you'd find your way back home without Google Maps, you're not so sure anymore. Actually, you're lost.

Since the bags are getting heavy on your shoulders, you decide to find a bench to sit down for a moment. Maybe also check the map to see where you should actually be heading. Eventually, you find a map and plop down with a heavy groan. Your back isn't what it used to be. You're still denying it but you can't help but notice little things about your body that changed. Your back is one thing.

Once you've caught your breath, you realize what's in front of you. You ended up in a little square and in the middle of the square, there is a giant golden All Might statue. You almost burst out laughing. I forgot they have these in Japan. They really do worship him, you think to yourself. It's really comical to you. How the people of Japan look up to him like he's a god that became human. It's probably you know that he is in fact very human.

In contrast to everybody else, you know what his hair looked like in the morning. You know how the skin on top of hot milk makes him gag. How he laughs at his own burps. How his face looks like when he's intimate with someone. You know how he cries.

~*~*~*~ *~*

Twenty years ago, Japan.

 „Y-y/n... I don't know what to say.“

You stare past his face. You look at the rising sun behind the skyline that can be seen from Tashinor's apartment. You can't look at him. Tears are already about to spill out of your eyes. You know there's no stopping if you look at him now. 

You feel his large hand brushing your arm. „Say something.“, he begs. You can hear his own tears in his voice.

You feel the water in your eyes overflowing. Quickly you turn around so that he doesn't see. „What do you want me to say? We've argued all night. I think everything has been said.“, you point out.

There's silence behind you. You can hear him sigh. Now he's probably brushing his hand over his face. He always does this when he's stressed or upset.

 „I love you.“, he says quietly. You let out a choked laugh.

 „Not enough, apparently.“, you tell him. It drips in a harsh bitterness that's rarely in your mouth.

 „Don't be like that.“, Toshinoris says pointedly. He almost sounds annoyed. It makes you angry. You twirl around.

 „Like what? Hurt?“, you say sharply. You don't mean to attack him. You don't mean to start arguing again. You've been at it all night. Both of you know that there is no room for conversation anymore. However, no one is ready to let it rest. Because you probably know that the decision's made and if you go now, nothing will ever be the same anymore. To keep arguing right now is to keep holding on for a little while longer.

 „I don't want to hurt you.“, he says quietly. You sigh. You look at him defeatedly. 

 „I know.“, you whisper back at him. He takes a step closer to you and engulfs you in a big hug.

 „I know no words I can say can make it better. You're right. I hurt you. I choose my career over you. I know it's unfair and cruel of me but you also need to understand that my hands are tied. I can't back out now. I've come too far and too many people rely on me.“, he tells you.

You press your face into his chest. You don't want to hear this. You know this. There is no need to repeat it again.

 „Hey, look at me.“, Toshinori says and puts his index finger under your chin making you raise your head. You look at him with teary eyes. His heart aches to see you like this.

The two of you have been sneaking around for almost a year now. Given the nature of his job, he's never been one for serious, long-term relationships. This is the longest he's ever been with someone before. His mind is made up but it doesn't mean he's happy about it.

He loves you, he really does. It's like he didn't realize just how much he loves you until he was about to end it. Kanno's been putting pressure on him ever since finding out and after you've been almost caught by paparazzi last week, he knows it's time.

Gently, he brushes his hand through your hair. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss onto your forehead. You feel yourself melt against him. It's like you can't stay angry at him. He pushes his hand deeper into your hair, scratching the skin lightly. Meanwhile, he pushes your chin further up and meets your lips in a soaring kiss.

You kiss each other hungrily. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around Toshinori's neck. Toshinori's hand wanders down to your hip and pulls it against his own. You almost groan into the kiss. 

You need to stop. This won't be good for either of you. You try pushing him away but he's bigger and stronger than you and his lips are so, so soft on yours. It won't take long until you give in to him. You always do. 

It's probably why you also gave into continuing to work for him in America. That and the prospect of someday. That someday you can transfer back to Japan. That someday, when the buzz around him slows down and he can come back to you.

It's just that that day never came.

~*~*~*~ *~*

The present day, Japan.

Your eyes still get glossy when you think about that night. Embarrassed, you wipe ferociously at your eyes. How silly, you haven't seen that man in twenty years. You don't even know what kind of person he is today. 

Of course, you've seen the fight at Kamino Ward. Actually, because of the time difference you didn't see it live. You saw the news after you had woken up and then spent the next hour in front of your screen. You were late for work that morning.

It was heartbreaking to watch. You remember being shocked to see him like that on your phone in the dusk light of your bedroom. It was what everybody talked about at the office that day. Everybody was shocked. People were worried about the security and stability of Japan. Meanwhile, you were worried about the man you once loved.

You assumed Toshinori eventually would have to retire. Eventually, everyone gets old. You're surprised that he held onto his job for as long as he did. He did have some brutal fights during his career, they must've left some permanent damage.

You take a deep sigh. It's ridiculous how nostalgic this city makes you feel. It's been only one morning, you keep drifting off indulging in reminiscences. Suddenly, your stomach rumbles. Right, of course, that's why you went out in the first place. Also, you probably should get your groceries into a fridge soon.

Quickly, you look at your phone figuring out your route back home. You see Takeo sent you a message with a picture but you decide to open it once you're home. You just hope he didn't manage to burn down his dorm already.

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Japan, the same day.

After a longer way home than anticipated, you finally make it back. After a hearty meal, you finally check your son's message. It's a picture of him and his new roommate setting up a picnic on campus. You're sure they keep the alcohol bottles out of sight. You have to laugh and roll your eyes. You remember how it was for you to move into your first apartment. Unlike your son, you moved out of your parents' home only after you graduated from uni. You've missed out on a lot of things because of that. You've never had a roommate and your parents rarely let you go out to party. 

You send your son a selfie of yourself in the middle of cardboxes to which he only responds 'Get to work, mom! ;)'. You sigh deeply and lock your phone. He's right, you need to tackle these boxes. Your new job starts on Monday and by then you'd like to be settled into your new home. 

You start with the kitchen boxes first. In your head, they're the easiest to unpack. The layout of the kitchen kind of already tells you what goes where. You already dread the junk boxes in which all kinds of stuff are that have no real place. Considering your limited furniture, those will be the hardest to tidy up. 

You try to get around these boxes by unpacking the bedroom and bathroom boxes next. You take your time with your clothes. You've already sorted through your clothes before you got here and you got rid of a great amount of them. You gave some old clothes you don't wear anymore to the charity shop. However, there are some clothes you can't get rid of. Like the T-shirt you gave birth into. Or that old blazer you wore to your interview at All Might's hero agency. 

You can't help but to try on these random clothes. Before you know it you're standing in sweatpants, Takeo's birth T-shirt and the old blazer in front of your mirror. You almost laugh at how ridiculous that combination looks on you. Carefully, you stroke over the black fabric of your blazer thinking back to your interview that changed the course of your life.

~*~*~*~ *~*

Twenty-two years ago, Japan.

 „So, Miss l/n, what would you say is your biggest weakness?“

Nervously, you shift in your seat. You really don't know how you ended up in this seat. Looking back at it, it was probably an act of rebellion. After your graduation, your father secured a job for you at his company. He didn't even bother to ask you whether or not you wanted to work for him. It made you mad. You tried to talk to him but he always just brushed you off. 

 Since he never gave you a real job offer and you never really accepted a job at his company or signed a contract, you took matters into your own hands. You applied to many different companies. Having a business administration degree, it was open to you in what kind of area and what kind of company you wanted to work for. You don't really know what you want to do with your life. So far, your life has been presented to you. Everything was planned and followed through. It's the first time in your life, you're deciding where things are going.

That being said, you applied to All Might's hero agency just because you could. You didn't really expect to hear back from them. Hundreds of well-educated people from Japan and abroad must've applied for this position. Then again, it was only an interview. One you didn't really prepare for since you did not take this application that seriously anyway.

„Miss l/n?“, the interviewer in front of you asks again.

You're ripped out of your thoughts. 

„E-excuse me, I've been thinking about an appropriate answer.“, you tell them. You take a deep breath.

„In all honesty, I probably have a lot of weaknesses. I'm a perfectionist. I can't drop a project until it's not only done but done perfectly. That can be time-consuming and sometimes I get lost in details. I'm also a people pleaser. I don't like having conflict with others so I always try to avoid it or try to mediate if I get involved in it against my will.“, you tell the three interviewers in front of you.

The interviewers quickly scribble something in their notes. You're trying not to stare at their papers. You really want to know what they're writing down about you.

 „Would you say that, despite these weaknesses, you're still able to stand your ground and make your opinion heard?“, the other interviewer asks.

 „Well, it sure doesn't come naturally to me. However, I grew up in a family of businessmen. You learn from an early age to stay your ground.“, you tell them.

The third interviewer goes through your application portfolio.

 „Right... you wrote that your father works in finances. I actually do recognize your name...“, the interviewer trails off. The other two take a look at your portfolio as well and exchange knowing looks.

You shift in your seat. You hoped this wouldn't come up. You wanted to get your first job due to your own skills and the impressions you leave behind. Not because of your family.

Luckily the interviewers don't dwell on this for long and continue with their standardized interview questions. You're glad when they're finally done. When they let you go and call in another candidate, the others, that are still waiting for their interview, start bombarding you with questions.

 „How was it?“, „What kind of questions did they ask?“, „Is All Might there too?“

Your head is still swirling from the interview, so you give them some half-assed answers. Quickly you stumble towards the elevator and press the button energetically. The moment the doors open, you quickly scramble inside. You start going through your back trying to find your deodorant. You've sweat so much, other people must smell you from five meters away.

 „Exciting day today?“, a voice says behind you.

Oh no. No. No. You must be kidding me!, you think to yourself. You turn around in slow motion and there he is. Standing in front of you in full size. He's a lot bigger than you remember.

 „A-all Might...“, you stutter.

 „Oh... wait! I never forget a face. We met before, didn't we?“, he says cheerily.

You feel cold sweat drip down your neck. Oh hell no, your potential new boss can't possibly remember the last time you saw him. You feel absolutely mortified. Meanwhile, All Might crooks his head and stares at you intensely.

 „Oh, you must be mista-...“, you start but get interrupted by the much larger hero. He snaps his fingers and his eyes light up in recognition.

 „Now, I know! You're the one who called me a cockroach!“, he says triumphantly. He grins and seems to be very pleased by the fact that he remembers you.

At the same time, you're face falls. Your mouth hangs open. Apparently, this is happening.

 „I did not!!“, you exclaim before you can find a polite way to tell him he must confuse you with someone.

All Might snaps his fingers again and gives you another grin.

 „So, it is you!“, he booms. You feel your face heat up.

 „Sir, with all due respect, I did not call you a cockroach!“, you defend yourself. You really didn't.

 „Oh, right, just my hair.“, he contemplates.

You're not sure what to say at that. He's right. You did say that. But to be fair it was during a very vulnerable moment. Your face must look like a tomato by now.

 „I'm very sorry if that offended you. I didn't mean it in a demeaning way.“, you try to save your neck.

 „So cockroaches are a good thing?“, he teases you. You think about that for a moment.

 „W-well, they sure are a success of evolution. I mean nothing can kill these guys. So, in a way, they are like you...“, you trail off. 

All Might gawks at you and you realize what you just said. Now you actually compared him to a cockroach.

 „Y-you know, because no villain can defeat you...“, you add a bit more quiet. You look at your shoes embarrassedly. I guess there goes any chance of getting that job, you think.

Then, All Might lets out that gorgeous laugh again that you remember. And he can't seem to stop laughing. Embarrassed, you stand next to him. You're even more embarrassed when the elevator door opens again and one of the interviewers is standing in front of you. 

You shrink under the man's gaze while All Might tries to catch his breath. 

 „All Might, has this woman been bothering you? I can assure you, we can exclude her from the ongoing applicant selection.“, the man says cooly.

All Might wipes the side of his face and turns to you. „You applied for the assistant position?“, he asks you. You can only nod at that. He turns back to the interviewer.

 „Hire her, Kanno-san!“

~*~*~*~ *~*

The present day, Japan.

Eventually, you put your clothes away and start tackling those junk boxes that you've been avoiding all day. You manage to find a place for most things. Also, you christen your new junk drawer by shoving all things you don't find a new place for in said drawer.

Most of the boxes are empty now. You fold them and put them into the hallway so you can take them out tomorrow. The only boxes left now are the boxes filled with pictures. Carefully, you open the box. There are some picture frames you still need to hang on the wall. There's Takeo on his first day of kindergarten. There's you and Takeo under a Christmas tree in your house in America. And there's Takeo and you just a few months ago when he graduated high school. 

Takeo graduated at the age of nineteen. He's been held back a year because his English was too bad. At least that's what his teachers told you. Of course, you spoke Japanese with him at home but you don't think that was the reason he was held back. The truth is that Takeo was a sensitive child. It didn't help that he was born without a quirk. It was an invitation to others to pick on him.

You remember that he cried a lot during his first year in school. Other children's quirks manifested already in kindergarten. During the first year of primary school, he still held onto hope that his quirk would present eventually. Still, he already got dubbed quirkless. He also was the only Asian kid in class. And the only kid with a single working mother. You got lucky and found a job quite fast after quitting All Might's agency. However, it required you to move to a suburban area. A lot of the other mothers lead a more traditional life with being married and having multiple kids. Also, most of them were white. So, similar to your son, you didn't make many friends.

People respected you since you had a job at a well-respected hero agency. You also tried to get involved in the local community. But it was hard to bond with the other women over mac and cheese and the Superbowl barbeque when you don't really care for American football or food that you never ate before coming to the USA.

It was hard on your son too. He tried to fit in. Tried to play with the other kids. However, he couldn't keep up with them when they had quirk competition or went to the park throwing baseballs with their dads.

It probably was during that first year of primary school when Takeo asked for the first time where his dad was because „I must have one“, as he put it. Of course, you knew this question would eventually come. However, you still weren't prepared. You gave him a speech on how sometimes things don't work out the way you want them to and that you're still very happy to be his mom.

Back then, that was enough. The conversation came up a couple of times later. Especially during his early teen years, these talks became more heated. Partly that was your fault because you gave only very vague answers about your son's origin. However, as he grew up, he must've accepted it or understood that his father's absence was not your choice.

After you've put up the picture frames, you send Takeo another picture of your now neat apartment. In response, he sends a picture of his dorm room which already looks like a mess. You roll your eyes before putting your phone away again. 

Only then you notice how the sun already started to set. You sigh before getting up and cook yourself some dinner. 

~*~*~*~ *~*

The present day, Japan, the other side of Musutafu.

Instant Ramen, once again. 

Toshinori pours the hot water into the plastic pot. He really shouldn't eat this stuff anymore. Ever since his stomach injury, he has trouble digesting processed food. He can't help it though. He never learned how to cook healthy food for himself. And these days he's too tired to make anything else than something quick and easy. Toshinori sets a five-minute-timer before plopping down on his couch.

Staring at the ceiling, he massages his temples. It still feels unreal to him how quickly his body deteriorated. Only a couple of years ago, he handled a full schedule with no problems. Now, a mere day at school wears him down like this. He stares at the ceiling until the timer goes off. 

He eats his ramen cup in front of the TV show. There aren't any shows that really interest him so he keeps skipping channels. After his dinner, he grades a few more papers and then goes to bed. Before the light's off, he scrolls through his phone a bit. With his private account, he follows young Midoriya. He likes a post of him and his classmates having a movie night in the dorms. He thinks back to his own school days. He remembers already being so focused on his hero career in High School that he only had a few friends during his time at school. The only time he truly enjoyed his youth was during his time in America. David introduced him to college life and made sure that Toshinori visited his fair share of frat parties.

Sometimes he wonders what it would've been like if he met you back then. When he wasn't already an established figure in the hero society. When he was just Toshinori most of the time. He could've gotten to know you as himself. It's not that you never got to know the real Toshinori. You did. Sometimes he thinks that you're the only one who got to know the real him after Shimura-sensei.

He closes social media and puts his phone on his nightstand. He turns on his uninjured side to sleep but he feels restless. After a couple of minutes, he gives up. It's something you always used to scold him for. „You're too impatient, Toshi. You need to give your body and mind to calm down a bit after a long day.“, you probably would say. 

Toshinori gets up and walks over to his balcony. He pushes the sliding door open and takes in a breath of fresh night air. He steps outside barefoot. That's another thing y/n would scold me for, he thinks. He walks over to the railing. A soft breeze lifts up his shirt and he peers down the balcony into the dark void beneath. Only a few streetlights illuminate the empty street below. He leans back again and watches the skyline in front of him. 

He remembers all the nights he couldn't sleep before. After a long villain fight when the adrenaline in his veins kept him from sleeping. Or after a big media event when his brain overflowed with impressions and thoughts and he just couldn't find any rest. There were nights that were easier to handle and those that were not. The easier ones usually were connected to you.

Part of him wished you were here right now. Joining him on the balcony only a few minutes after he slid out of bed. Wrapping your delicate arms around him from the back. Leaning your face against his back, softly whispering: „What's on your mind, Toshi?“.

He runs a hand through his hair. What is on his mind? He's not sure. Nothing out of the ordinary happened today. And yet, he feels so restless. Maybe it's because he's not used to this. This... calmness. All his life, there always was something. Even when there was nothing, he was on call just waiting for something to happen. And it always did. Now there really is nothing. No emergencies, no villains to fight, no nothing. Well, actually, that was all still happening but it's not like he could do anything about it. Not in his quirkless state. Which sucks even more. Seeing all the fights and emergencies on TV and not being able to do anything about it. 

Toshinori shivers. It's getting cold outside and he's only wearing a thin pyjama. He takes a last look at the illuminated city before slipping back inside. Pulling on the curtains, he blends out the city and its villains, heroes and all emergencies that are not his responsibility anymore.

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PARIAH - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Shigaraki Tomura was buried three days ago, struck down at last by the affliction that’s haunted him all his life. Now, with muffled screams emanating from the graveyard and the same affliction striking down villagers left and right, the priest has ordered Shigaraki raised from the grave and put to death properly this time. It falls to Spinner, wracked with guilt over his best friend’s fate, to seek help from a monstrosity equal to the one that haunts Shigaraki — the witch who dwells in the darkest part of the forest. In other words, you.

Nosferatu AU, Spinner POV, 5k+ words. Vampires, wolves, and witches, oh my! If you like Gran Torino this is not the fic for you.

Not far now, Midoriya said the last time they stopped to catch their breath, but the woods seem to go on endlessly, and Spinner feels as though he’s been running for even longer. He’s no stranger to fleeing for his life. In one way and another he’s been doing it since he was born. But he’s never run for someone else’s life before. Never before has someone else’s survival hung in the balance of his heavy footsteps through the snow and the breaths of air so cold it sears his lungs. Spinner is the weakest of them, with the least to offer, closer to dead weight than a valuable ally. But in this moment, he’s the only one who can save Shigaraki’s life.

They came to this village six months ago, and for six months, life was quiet. The villagers were wary of strangers, of course, particularly strangers like Spinner and his friends, but for once, they all managed to keep their heads down. Toga made friends among the maidens in the village, while Twice made himself useful., and Dabi did them the favor of putting out fires rather than starting them. Spinner helped where he could, but mostly he watched Shigaraki. The evil that haunted Shigaraki had done so all his life, but it had only attempted a fatal strike when their backs were turned, and when they fled with the city in flames behind them, Spinner swore he would never allow such a thing to happen again.

Spinner kept a careful watch, but it didn’t matter. The affliction came again, weakening Shigaraki to the point where he could barely rise from his bed, and worse, it began to spread through the village. The villagers blamed Shigaraki and came to punish him, but they were too late. Spinner’s best friend died before his eyes three nights past, and the villagers buried him in an iron coffin before the sun could rise.

Or at least, Spinner had thought Shigaraki was dead. On the first day, he believed the muffled screams issuing from the graveyard were the manifestation of his own guilty conscience. But on the second day, the others heard them, too, and although the villagers believed they had locked away the source of the affliction, it continued to spread. The priest came to the graveyard, heard the screams, and ordered Shigaraki exhumed. Fool that he is, Spinner thought they meant to help him.

Then he and everyone else saw the ash stake in the priest’s hand, sharpened to a deadly point. It was an error to bury him whole, the priest said. This will quiet him forevermore.

They could not reason with him. No logic could overcome the priest’s certainty, nor the absolute faith the villagers had in him. It did not matter that Shigaraki had not left the house since falling ill. It did not matter that the coffin had been locked shut, nor that the surface above the grave was undisturbed. The priest and his followers buried Spinner’s best friend alive, and now they mean to dig him up and stake him through the heart.

Spinner hung back as Dabi and Toga and Twice argued. He’s worthless at arguing, just as he is at everything else, but as he stood at the edges of the conversation, someone caught his hand and drew him away. When Spinner looked down, he found Midoriya Izuku looking up at him. The strangest child in the village, known for daydreaming so vividly and so often that he falls into potholes at least twice a week, wore a determined look that shocked Spinner in its ferocity. You cannot stop the priest, he said. Only the witch can do that.

Every rural village has its superstitions, and this village has the witch – never seen, never spoken to, always blamed for blighted crops, missing livestock, and bouts of ill fortune. It is said that the witch is monstrous, raised by wolves and lies with them, too, an enemy of all that is holy. But when the affliction struck, not a single villager placed the blame on the witch. And when Midoriya Izuku spoke of her, he did so without fear.

He bade Spinner follow him, running across the bridge over the stream and down the sole path into the northern woods, and although Spinner questions the wisdom of challenging a mundane evil with a supernatural one, he has no other choice. He swore to protect Shigaraki, just as the others did, but he’s the one who failed. The witch will drive a hard bargain for her help, and Spinner will take it. What happens to Spinner doesn’t matter. Better by far that Shigaraki survives.

Not far now, Midoriya said, but each twist and turn in the path reveals only further twist and turns ahead. When Midoriya stops again to catch his breath, Spinner’s patience snaps. “There is no time. We must hurry.”

“The ground froze hard these past nights,” Midoriya gasps, “and they buried him deep. We have time. After this I will not need to stop again.”

“You had better not, or I will leave you here and find the witch myself.” Spinner says that, only to feel his nerves turn to water at the thought. “How do you know she will help?”

“I don’t know what she can do,” Midoriya says, and Spinner’s heart sinks further. “But I know that when the priest ordered me to kill a wolf-dog pup from my dog’s last litter, she came down from the woods to take it away.”

He straightens and picks up the pace, and Spinner chases after him, questions upon questions queued up on the tip of his tongue. “You’ve seen her?”

“Not – not really,” Midoriya admits as they careen around a corner. “She wore a veil over her face, and dressed all in white. But her voice sounded ordinary. Not as a monster’s voice should, or I think not. If she is not one, I have never heard a monster speak.”

Spinner has. It’s unmistakable – not just a hearing or a feeling, but a knowing, a terror beyond thought and reason. “I had to cross the bridge to bring her the pup,” Midoriya continues. “She would not cross to me, but when I gave it to her, she promised to raise it well.”

Spinner knew Midoriya was naïve, but this is ridiculous. “Did it not occur to you that she would lie? Monsters know only how to deceive.”

“She didn’t lie,” Midoriya says sharply. “I know when someone lies to me. She wouldn’t have hurt my pup. She –”

He stops talking, and stops running, too. Spinner fails to stop in time and bowls him over from the back, and as he picks himself up, he sees what caused Midoriya to balk. The path continues still further into the woods. But a wolf sits sentinel in the middle of it, blocking the way.

No, not a wolf. Spinner has seen wolves, more than his share of them, far more than he would have wished to. This is – “A wolf-dog?”

“Yes,” Midoriya says, his voice trembling with something like awe. “Mine.”

The wolf-dog’s ears prick upwards, and its tufted tail wags, scattering long-dead leaves away from the path. All at once it rises to its feet, turns, and lopes away, but only as far as the next bend in the path. There it turns and looks at them. Waits for them. “She wants us to follow,” Midoriya says, and he does so. Spinner follows, too, wondering who exactly Midoriya meant by she.

The wolf-dog keeps a brisk pace as the path, lined on either side with thick brambles, narrows such that Spinner and Midoriya must walk single-file. There are strange lights tucked away within them, emitting a pink glow that Spinner can classify neither as unholy nor divine. The wolf-dog rounds one turn in the path after another, and only when Spinner has thoroughly lost his sense of direction does it come to a stop. They’ve stopped at the edge of a large clearing, ringed in yet more of the odd pink lights. Within the clearing, there is a fence, its posts laden with wildflowers — the same flowers that climb the walls of the small cottage in the center.

It looks like something out of a children’s story. Not at all somewhere that a witch with the power to challenge the priest should live. Midoriya starts forward eagerly, and Spinner seizes his arm. “No. Even sweet things can be a trap.”

The wolf-dog noses the iron gate, and it swings open. “You want to save your friend, don’t you?” Midoriya asks. “She’s the only one who can help you. And you were wrong. She didn’t hurt my dog.”

Spinner is not at all convinced that it’s the same dog. It seems more likely the product of Midoriya’s wishful thinking. “I don’t like your friend,” Midoriya continues. “He frightens me, and everyone else. But he shouldn’t die for our fear. If you won’t go in, I will.”

Spinner is a coward. He knows he is. But even in his cowardice, he cannot allow this — a child taking the risk that belongs to him. He lets go of Midoriya’s arm and shoulders past him, past the wolf-dog, through the iron gate and along the path through the witch’s garden to the cottage’s front door. He knocks hard enough to bruise his knuckles. “Witch! I am here on a matter most urgent. Come out, or –”

“There’s no need to shout,” a perfectly ordinary voice says from behind him, and Spinner’s heart nearly stops in his chest. “I’m right here.”

Spinner wheels around, and there you are. There you have been sitting the entire time, concealed from view of the path behind your flower-entangled fence, dressed all in white just as Midoriya described and blending in with the snow. Just as Midoriya described, your face is veiled. All around you in the snow, wolf-dogs sit and sprawl, some ancient and grey-muzzled, others with the gangly clumsiness of pups. White roses are scattered around you, and even as you harken to Spinner, your fingers continue to weave them deftly into a crown.

“I thought I might have visitors today,” you say. “What are your names?”

“I don’t share my name with strangers,” Spinner growls, in the same moment as Midoriya blurts his out. “Shut up, you idiot!”

“The point of sharing names is to remove the designation of strangers,” you say mildly. Your veil is not quite opaque; Spinner sees your lips move beneath it. “I cannot blame you for your caution, but you mentioned an urgent matter. What brings you to my door?”

“The village,” Spinner says, biting down on the desire to curse its name. “It has been struck by –”

He runs out of words. He and the others have been careful in their description of it, for fear of being called insane. Even a village with such superstitions as witches is too skeptical to believe in – “Vampires,” Midoriya announces. He’s apparently abandoned caution; he’s crouched in the snow at the edge of the path, petting the wolf-dog he believes was his. “Each night more wake with bites, and not long after they fall desperately ill.”

“Are they drained of blood?” you ask. “Or is their skin simply rotting?”

“They haven’t been drained,” Midoriya says, frowning. “But the bites –”

“My friend was drained,” Spinner says, and you look to him. “He grew weak. He could not eat or drink, and visions tormented him at the end — or what we thought was the end –”

“They buried him,” you say, and Spinner nods. “But people continue to fall sick, and they believe your friend is the cause, so they intend to exhume him and put an end to him properly this time. Am I incorrect?”

Spinner can barely believe his ears. “How do you know?”

“Fear strips away reason. It comforts them to think that killing your friend will end their misery, and their desire for comfort only serves the greater threat.” Your hands work more quickly, plaiting the crown together. “You’ve come to me for help. What is it you wish me to do?”

“Stop the priest,” Spinner says. You tilt your head, studying him. “Prove my friend’s innocence.”

“That is within my power,” you say. You add a few more flowers to the crown, set it upon your head, and rise to your feet. “Is there time?”

“When we left they had already started digging,” Spinner says uselessly. “What price do you ask for your help?”

“None,” you say. You brush past Spinner, slipping into the house and emerging seconds later with a small satchel slung across your body. White deerskin with silver fastenings — not at all what Spinner would expect a forest-dwelling witch to possess. “We must travel with haste.”

“Yes. Have you horses?”

You shake your head, then raise one hand to your mouth and whistle, high and wavering. Within moments, Spinner hears the sound of heavy footfalls, and the shape that moves within the trees is so monstrously large that even Midoriya is scared up from the ground and closer to Spinner. “What is that thing?”

A wolf. Not a wolf-dog, but a true wolf, hulking and enormous, standing taller than Spinner at the shoulder. It dwarfs you as you approach it, but you approach without fear, and it lowers itself to the ground so you can speak quietly in its ear. You use no language Spinner can understand, but it is not the language of the demon, and in your ordinary voice it does little more than raise the hairs on the back of his neck. “This is a friend of mine, who has agreed to aid us,” you say, straightening up. You throw one leg over the wolf’s back and climb up, seating yourself just behind its head. “If time is as short as you say, it is not wise to hesitate.”

Spinner climbs up first, followed by Midoriya. “Keep low until we leave the trees behind,” you order, “and hang on.”

Midoriya promptly grabs hold of Spinner, but Spinner has no easy recourse. “To you? It’s not proper.”

“Would you rather be proper or survive the journey back to the village?” you ask impatiently, and Spinner secures his arms around your waist, his face miserably red. “Hold on.”

You whisper something else to the wolf, and it lurches into motion with such violence that Spinner tightens his grip in terror. He learns instantly why you ordered them to lower their heads — at the speed at which the wolf moves, a collision of their heads with a branch would result in decapitation. Spinner can’t watch the trees speeding past without feeling ill, so he shuts his eyes only to feel sicker. Opening them, keeping them fixed between your shoulder blades, is the only solution. That, and occupying his mind with something other than how inappropriate it is to hold you this closely.

You feel human. Spinner’s taken women in his arms before, human women of his own will and vampire women against it, and while the unholy attraction of the undead is absent from you, there is something undefinably strange about your presence. Perhaps all witches are thus. You have yet to do anything more witchlike than speak to wolves and live deep in the woods, and once again, Spinner begins to doubt. Who are you to challenge the priest, to counter the village’s faith in him? How could you save Shigaraki, when Dabi and Twice and Toga could not?

The wolf breaks through the tree line, and you sit up quickly. Spinner does the same, although it makes the ride significantly bumpier. Out of the woods, it’s easier to gauge the wolf’s true speed. It barrels down the hillside, as fast as any horse, and ignores the bridge in favor of leaping across the stream in a single bound. At the apex of its flight, Spinner feels you startle, then flinch, a sharp gasp exiting your lips. It’s as if you’ve been shot or stabbed, and for a moment, you go completely limp, your grip on the wolf’s mane relaxing. Only Spinner’s arms around you keep you from slipping sideways into the water – but then the wolf’s paws touch land, and you straighten up again. Spinner would think it his imagination if not for the audible catch in your breathing.

When the wolf reaches the graveyard, Spinner’s own breath catches in horror: Shigaraki’s coffin has been raised up from the earth, its lock shattered and its lid shoved aside. Between the coffin and the priest stand Toga and Dabi and Twice, and before Spinner can call out to tell them help has arrived, villagers seize his friends and drag them out of the way. The priest approaches, stake held high, and a shaking hand rises from the coffin in a weak attempt to forestall him. Shigaraki is alive, and awake – awake just in time for Spinner to watch him die.

“Wait,” he tries to call, but his voice shakes so badly that he can barely raise it above a whisper. “He isn’t –”

“Father Torino!” you call out, your voice strident and strong, and the priest stops in his tracks. He turns towards the sound of your voice and flinches as he beholds the wolf, and you and Spinner and Midoriya on its back. The villagers cower, and Dabi and the others seize the opportunity to get free and return to guard the casket — but they, too look wary. “Is it now the custom of the Church to murder innocent men by hand after burying them alive has failed to do the job?”

“This is no man, but an abomination,” the priest growls. He is a small man, and old, but neither matters when righteous fury animates him. “It is the custom of the Church to carry out God’s will and remove such things from the face of His earth.”

“If this man’s death is God’s will and not your own, then it can wait a few moments more.” You slide down easily from the wolf’s back and start forward across the graveyard, the villagers scattering from your path. “I will examine him, and prove his innocence or his guilt.”

The priest does not challenge your ability to do so, and a small measure of hope is turned loose in Spinner’s mind. He slides down from the wolf’s back as well, much less gracefully than you did, and seizes the back of Midoriya’s coat to prevent him from going face-first into the snow when he does the same. Ahead of him, you confront Dabi. “Stand aside. Let me see him.”

“What, so you can kill him?”

“Do you see a stake in my hands?” You spread them out, revealing them empty. Spinner notices for the first time the silver rings on your middle fingers, and the web of silver chains extending from them to connect to a matching bracelet around your wrist. “I only wish to examine him.”

“She can help,” Midoriya says, and Dabi’s eyes flicker to him. “Let her help.”

Dabi looks to Spinner. Spinner nods, and Dabi stands aside, allowing you to approach the coffin.

Spinner does the same, and what he sees fills him with a guilt so powerful that it nearly strikes him dead on the spot. As terrible as Shigaraki looked when they believed him dead, he looks worse now. Paler, sicker, more haunted than before. Blood stains his fingernails — what’s left of them, at least. Spinner imagines his best friend clawing at the lid of the iron coffin, desperate to get free, and nearly vomits at the thought.

Shigaraki is barely conscious, barely breathing, as you come close. Spinner was unsure of what to expect from you, but your first act strikes him as completely incongruous — you lift the crown of white roses from your head and settle it on Shigaraki’s. Shigaraki doesn’t stir, and on the other side of the coffin, the priest’s shoulders stiffen. “That proves nothing.”

“White roses are anathema to vampires. They teach you that in your book of demons,” you say. You unclasp one bracelet from around your wrist, slide one ring from your finger. “They speak of silver, too.”

You lift Shigaraki’s hand and slide the ring onto his finger. His hands are larger than yours, yet so skeletal that the ring fits easily. As does the bracelet, when you snap it shut. Once again, Shigaraki does not stir. The priest scoffs. “You expect me to believe that’s real silver?”

“I expect you to ask yourself what reason I among all others would have to collude with this affliction,” you say. You of all others? Spinner sees his confusion writ large on Toga’s face, on Dabi’s and on Twice’s. “But if it will satisfy you, I will ask someone else. Who here has something silver?”

It’s silent. Midoriya disappears into the crowd, then comes back pulling his mother. “Mother. Mother, show her — you have some –”

The woman clutches at her necklace, as though she expects you to rip it from her throat. “You will have it back unharmed,” you promise in that ordinary voice. Spinner no longer doubts that you are no monster; rather, you seem so human that he doubts your ability to help at all. “Either you will help to protect your village from a grave threat, or you will save an innocent man’s life. To save one life is to save the world entire.”

“Cease such pagan nonsense in my presence,” the priest snaps. “Even if he is no vampire, he has forfeited his right to life by bringing the affliction upon our village.”

You ignore him, and after a moment, so does Midoriya’s mother. She unclasps her necklace, and Midoriya places it in your hand. You hold it for a moment, then set it down in the hollow of Shigaraki’s throat. He does not move beyond the rise and fall of his chest. “Odd,” you remark. “A vampire should flinch from such things.”

The priest doesn’t answer. You gesture for Spinner to come closer, to stand alongside Dabi and the others. “Bite marks,” you say, and Spinner startles along with the rest of them. “Where were they?”

“He had many,” Toga says. She tended to Shigaraki most closely, and took his apparent death nearly as hard as Spinner did. “On his throat. His chest. Both wrists and ankles.”

“Were there others?” you ask. Toga shakes her head, and you raise your voice, addressing the crowd in the graveyard. “In the legends, a true vampire’s body bears no bite marks. The transformation erases them. Is it not so?”

The crowd mumbles assent, and Spinner wonders if this is why Midoriya insisted on summoning you. The priest’s frothing rage looks particularly mad when contrasted to your calmness. You look to the priest next. “Is it not so, Father Torino?”

“In tales and in history.” The priest speaks through gritted teeth. “Let us examine him. I — what are you doing?”

“My eyes must be clear,” you say, and you lift your veil.

Half the village recoils, but when you fold it back, Spinner sees nothing out of the ordinary about your face. There is no mad light in your eyes, no distorted sneer on your mouth, no dark magic writhing visibly beneath your skin. There is an odd pallor to you, but nothing more. You turn back to face the priest — the priest, who did not flinch. “Let us examine him.”

Shigaraki does not react to your touch, but when the priest reaches in to grasp his arm and haul his wrist into the light, he shrinks back. “You see?” the priest demands. “He recoils from a man of God –”

“A man who was about to drive a stake through his heart. I’d recoil, too.” You have Shigaraki’s other hand, holding it carefully, and you turn it to expose his wrist to the light. “Look, Father. Those resemble bite marks to me. And here –”

You lift the wrist that Shigaraki pulled away from the priest. “More bite marks. Just as the maiden said.”

Shigaraki’s mouth opens, and the voice that issues from it is hoarse from three days of screaming. “Spinner –”

Spinner hurries forward, and without a word, you shift your examinations to Shigaraki’s ankles. “I’m here,” Spinner tells Shigaraki. “I’m sorry.”

Shigaraki shakes his head. “What’s — happening?”

“Midoriya took me to see the witch. She came back with us to help.”

“Witch?” Shigaraki rasps. “Doesn’t sound like a witch.”

“Her voice is wrong,” Toga agrees quietly. ���I don’t know what she is.”

“You do not need to know. She is unclean, and those who fear God should stay far from her and her accursed woods,” the priest says. “And you, Shigaraki — you fear death a great deal for a man who does not fear God.”

Shigaraki’s red eyes flutter shut. He seems to have exhausted his strength, and Spinner finds himself watching the rise and fall of Shigaraki’s chest, fixated on the smallest motions. He kept this same vigil before, three nights ago, dreading every new second until the motion stuttered and stopped — or rather continued, so imperceptibly that everyone believed him dead. Whether you’re a witch or not, you are an effective counter to the priest, but what happens after you spare Shigaraki’s life? His affliction will not fade, and the evil that stalks him will not relent. Has Spinner saved Shigaraki’s life only to consign him to a slow, agonizing death?

Spinner’s thoughts are interrupted when your hand appears in his field of vision, parting the buttons on Shigaraki’s shirt to expose the bite marks directly over his heart. The priest grasps Shigaraki’s jaw and turns his head roughly to one side, revealing the bite marks on his throat as well.

Spinner remembers the first time he beheld the evidence of Shigaraki’s affliction. Shigaraki had kept it from them as long as possible, but one by one, they saw things that could not be explained, heard things in the night that could not be dismissed. They knew too much to find safety in ignorance, but they could not protect themselves if they did not know the truth, and so Shigaraki shared what he knew of the evil that had clung to him since childhood. They doubted him at first, but he must have expected it. Spinner will never forget the shiver of disgust that tore through him at the sight of the marks on Shigaraki’s throat – and how it grew ever worse with each set of marks he revealed.

The reminder alone of what Shigaraki suffers fills Spinner with disgust. He cannot imagine experiencing it and surviving with his mind intact, and yet Shigaraki has survived. And he will survive this, too. Faced with all the evidence you have revealed, the priest cannot kill Shigaraki now.

“Are you satisfied?” you ask, when the priest fails to respond. “This man is not the source of the affliction. He is its victim, as much as any of the others who have fallen ill.”

“Perhaps,” the priest says – and he raises his stake. “I’d rather be sure.”

Before he can bring it down, you seize it. Dabi does the same, and so does Spinner, while Toga and Twice throw themselves across the coffin to shield Shigaraki. “Careful,” you say to the priest. Your grip tightens, and Spinner feels the fire-hardened stake buckle slightly. “If you kill this man now, it will be murder, and your list of sins is not so short as to allow for the addition of one more.”

It’s a long moment before the priest releases the stake, and when he does, it splinters to pieces. Perhaps it was Dabi’s grip that shattered it; your hand is too small. “If you wish to save him, begone with him,” the priest says. “He is barred from the village until his affliction is cured. If it can be cured.”

Spinner’s heart sinks, but once again, you remain calm. “I will cure it,” you say. “I will take him with me, if he will go.”

“No,” Twice says at once. “He stays with us.”

“Let her take him,” Midoriya’s mother urges. Spinner thought she would have fled, but then again, her silver necklace still rests against Shigaraki’s throat. “The others will come for him tonight, and kill you to get to him, no matter what the priest says. It is safer to let him go.”

“We should come with him,” Toga says. You shake your head. “Why not?”

“The forest is unkind at night. I cannot shield your minds and heal his at the same time.” You look regretful, and ill at ease. “Stay here for the night, and visit in the morning. My friends will guide you to me.”

The wolves and wolf-dogs. Spinner remembers the rumor that you were raised by them, that you lay with them, and feels a surge of distaste — not for you, but for those who would start such rumors and spread them. “It’s Shigaraki’s choice,” he says. He looks down into the coffin at Shigaraki, at his pale face and bloody hands, swathed in silver with a crown of flowers on his head. “Do you wish to go with her?”

“Spinner.” Shigaraki’s voice is little more than a whisper. Spinner leans close. “Can she do as she promises?”

There seems to be nothing magical about you at all. Spinner doubts you can do anything — but he does not doubt that Shigaraki will be safer in the heart of the forest tonight than anywhere else. He nods. “I can’t face him tonight. Not like this,” Shigaraki says. “I’ll go.”

“Good,” the priest says. His disgust is etched deeply into his wrinkled face, and as he transfers his gaze from Shigaraki to you, it only grows. “As the filthy beast you rode in on has fled, I have no idea how you expect to remove him from my sight. Do you honestly think someone will lend you a horse?”

“I have no need of one.” You nudge Spinner to one side and lift the necklace up from Shigaraki’s throat, handing it back to Midoriya’s mother. Then you lift one of Shigaraki’s arms, looping it around your neck, and he expends what appears to be his last measure of strength to lift up the other. “I can walk.”

You can’t mean to carry him. Even half dead, half-starved, Shigaraki is bigger than you are. But as Spinner watches in horrified fascination, you slide one hand behind his best friend’s head and the other beneath his bent knees, and you lift Shigaraki from the coffin as though he weighs nothing at all.

Shigaraki slumps against your shoulder, barely conscious once more, and the crowd of villagers parts before you again. Your voice, still ordinary, carries not even a hint of strain when you speak to Spinner. “Come visit at first light,” you say. “No harm will come to him while he is with me.”

Dabi’s hand comes down on your shoulder, just as Toga grasps your elbow. “Swear it.”

You incline your head, and Spinner sees a web of faint scars across your brow. “I swear it by my blood.”

You set off walking at an easy pace, as though you aren’t carrying a grown man in your arms the way a lord might carry a maiden. Dabi’s voice is low in Spinner’s ear. “What did you do?”

“What?”

“Her kind don’t do favors,” Twice says. “What did you give her?”

“Nothing,” Spinner says. “She took nothing.”

“Except Tomura,” Toga says grimly. “In the morning we’ll take him back.”

“Damn right,” Twice says, ignoring the look the priest gives him. “We’ve tried everything but witches to heal him. Maybe she will fix him.”

“What’s wrong with him isn’t inside. It’s out there somewhere,” Dabi says. “Whatever she fixes, it won’t last.”

Dabi’s right, as much as it burns Spinner to admit it. All Spinner’s done in retrieving the witch is buy Shigaraki a little more time. One night where the villagers can’t come for him, howling for his blood the same way the evil that stalks him lusts for it. Spinner’s best friend has spent so many nights in misery and pain. If the best Spinner can do is secure for Shigaraki one night of relative peace, he’d have paid all you asked for and more.

But you asked for nothing. Spinner watches you approach the bridge, still walking smoothly with Shigaraki cradled in your arms, and wonders why.

[imagineanime2022]

Heroes With An S/O W/ Powers Like Hawkwoman

Keigo Takami X Fem!Reader, Toshinori Yagi X Fem!Reader, Shota Aizawa X Fem!Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello everything is fine? I saw that requests are open! I would like to know if you can write headcanons for bnha (hawks, all might and aizawa) with a s/o who is a professional heroine and is like hawkwoman from dc? (she has super strength, speed because of her wings, resistance, etc.)

Keigo Takami

🪶 Alright let’s be honest there is going to be a lot of bird behaviour from this individual, lucky you're both derived from hawks so you understand each others behaviours pretty well. 🪶 Keigo is forever puffing up his feathers when you first met, making himself look bigger and more suitable, it did catch your attention by nature. 🪶 Miriko made fun of him every time. 🪶 Hawks by nature mate for life, so when he decided that he was in, he was 100% in, there was nothing that could change his mind. 🪶 He’d spend a lot of time measuring wings and wrapping his wings around you, you’d do the same to him and sometimes you’d make a cocoon just for the two of you by having your wings meet in the middle. 🪶 He sings all the time, another bird thing but if you ever sing along with him, it will make him the happiest person in the world. 🪶 You guys go for flights all the time, he’d dive low to grab you anything that caught his or your eye. 🪶 You guys were two of the fastest heroes, you learned to work together covering whatever the other couldn’t and that became even more needed after his fight with Dabi. 🪶 You massaged his shoulders when he was healing, you helped him to get back up but he never stopped missing his wings. 🪶 You refused to fly without him and you were the one that helped him to relearn how to fly when he got his prosthetics. 🪶 You both have heightened senses so he’d often give you his shirts or blankets so that you would always feel him near (even if he was rarely more than 2 steps away). 🪶 You were a hero couple that was feared by villains and loved by civilians but neither of you cared about that. The only thing that was important is how much you loved each other.

Yagi Toshinori

🦸 The moment that Toshinori saw you he was enamoured, honestly he’d have seen your wings and the speed and strength that you displayed. 🦸 Challenged you to races all the time, he wanted to be the fastest but he had to admit that you had him in that department. 🦸 Toshi was playful and he had yet to be able to sneak up on you either so he tried that too, but given your enhanced senses, you could hear and smell him coming when you couldn’t see the flashy costume. 🦸 When you guys actually started dating it was a secret to no one, it was lucky that you were as good at defending yourself as you were because there were just as many villains as fans trying to get your attention. 🦸 Toshi came very close to ending the relationship when a villain came after you to get to him, you had to tell him that you weren’t having it and literally slapped him round the back of his head to get him to listen. 🦸 Toshi would literally carry you anywhere the extra weight from your wings didn’t bother him at all but he did love being wrapped in them when you both had the time. 🦸 Gran Torino would sometimes enlist you to get Toshinori to do something because you both knew that it was better for him. 🦸 You were the only one that could get him to sit still after he was injured by One For All. 🦸 Toshi spent all of this time bringing you presents, anything that you could ever want, even things you didn’t know you wanted like kids (Midorya and Bakugo). 🦸 Now with his smaller stature he loved your wings even more, he hid in them when he didn’t want to be seen, made sure that they were groomed and taken care of. 🦸 Toshi made sure that you always laid on top of him, even after he was injured (much to your protest) because he would not have you lay on your wings no matter how many times you tell him that you can support your own weight. 🦸 Definition of a celebrity couple, you guys were what everyone strived to be, happy together, playful, easy and completely dedicated to each other.

Shota Aizawa

🐛 Shota was probably the last person that anyone expected you to take an interest in but after one mission he couldn’t seem to get rid of you and to be honest he didn’t mind having you around. 🐛 You were the one that did most of the work, just trying to get him to look at you for more than a second but once he really looked he was a goner. 🐛 You used your wings to shield him from the sunlight while he was sleeping during the day or the cold in the winter. 🐛 Shota is a mindful human and often found himself dancing around you in the first few months of your relationship, making sure not to touch your wings and apologising when he did, it took a long while to convince him that it was okay. 🐛 The first time that you asked him to help with grooming your wings, you thought he was going to faint. 🐛 He teaches you how to use a capture weapons and you taught him how to use your weapons. He took to yours faster than you took to his. He's unbelievably adaptable but he admired the strength and agility that came with your power. 🐛 You were well into your relationship by the time that 1-A came along, so a lot of them knew of you but they didn’t know that you were dating/married to their teacher until the first villain attack when you made yourself known. 🐛 Neither of you had ever talked about having children but you ended up with 20 the day that you saved them. 🐛 You moved into the dorms with Aizawa and basically mothered the entire class, scolded them, praised them and protected them no matter what. Aizawa loved watching you with them. 🐛 When he brought Eri back, you both became her sworn protectors and he didn’t even have to ask when he put you both down as her legal guardians. 🐛 While Shota was teaching you were out doing hero work so when it came time to fight you were always called on and he always worried about you while you were gone. 🐛 You were a large mismatched family but it centred around the two of you, anyone could see that you loved each other and protect your little flock.

Request Here!!

[deusvervewrites]

Grandpa Torino X Maybe I’m Perfect X Expelled:

Izuku: have you ever met Gran Torino?

Aizawa, confused: …no?

Izuku: you mean not yet.

All Might, in the background: *nervous sweating*

Gran Torino is rapidly approaching your position

[class1akids]

What do you think of Nana as a character?

She was really intriguing for me when she was introduced in the Kamino fight. I thought that reveal was a great twist and couldn't wait to find more out about her.

But in the end, I have to say, her character just didn't add up very well for me. She's another one of the "buff, pretty women" who people really love for their design (Nagant, Star, Nana, Mirko), but their characterization relies on a lot of tropes and "cool factor" and remains pretty shallow.

The bits and pieces we get from Nana just feel like a lot of wasted potential instead of really digging into an important theme of the story - the pain caused by self-sacrifice for the people left behind.

She is kind of a contradictory person: she tries to hide her son to protect him and cut him off from the hero world but at the same time she burdens another child - All Might - with OFA and the fight against AFO, but leaves him with at least some support. Gran Torino supporting Toshinori helps him rise and her forbidding GT to look after Kotaro is a factor in his spiral.

Hero Nana feels like all the tropes of "badass woman hero": she grins at AFO in her death, talking about how All Might will take him down, also telling a young Toshinori to keep smiling because that's what makes him "strong". And ironically, that smile to Tomura becomes the symbol of everything he hates about hero society, pretending not to see the suffering they cause or simply ignore.

Hero Nana seems like someone who successfully compartmentalized Mother Nana and shut her inside a box when she gave up her son for adoption and seems to have severed that part of herself until the end. The feelings of guilt only come after she sees what Tomura has become.

Vestige Nana with her "testing of Izuku" and "can you kill Tomura - oh I was just kidding" is also tropey as hell. I would have preferred some real introspection, or at least some good interaction with Izuku about the moral dilemma of what to do about Tomura, but Horikoshi is not great with that when it comes to female characters.

So in the end, she is just kind of a crying mess of a vestige, flip-flopping on Tomura's fate. I'd like to say that her finally taking responsibility moved me, but it being between two dead people in vestige land, just doesn't carry the same weight to me (like as opposed to Rei running into the fire).

I always say that Horikoshi is mostly a visual storyteller, and he knows exactly the stuff 99% of his audience wants. I'm in the minority and I actively dislike when I feel like he's trying to manipulate me with sentimental visuals instead of solid storytelling (like last week's episode of Anya x Damien in MHA).

But at least the way he used Nana wasn't too bad - even if it had to be really spelled out for her that leaving her son behind like that was kind of bad for him - hugging and stopping Dreamland Kotaro is stepping up both as mother and hero - reuniting her two halves. She couldn't get through the barrier until she reintegrates the mother into the hero and becomes the hero to save her family. And she is the final piece to help Izuku get through. Thank you. I get the theme. It's about as subtle as a sledgehammer.

I guess it's a decent cap for a character who embodies a key theme. But I think she could have been fleshed out (not just drawing her in a lot of detail), but in actual character nuance and storytelling (things like how she met En, why did she take OFA, her state of mind after losing her husband, etc.)

On another note, it would be nice if this was finally the end of the vestige peanut gallery (I absolutely came to hate their parts in the final fight), but considering Yoichi and Vestige Might just seemed to have gone poof, unfortunately, I wouldn't be surprised to see again all of them.

[my-rewrite-academia]

How do you plan on tackling the Sports Festival and its aftermath? Cause a lot of people really seem to forget that this public sporting event is literally broadcasting the legal names and identities of the students to the world…and no villain tries to take advantage of that?

Hello!

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Yeah, in canon, the only thing that actually matters is that the League sees Bakugou chained, and all that jazz. Honestly, it made it feel like a waste of an arc, especially when All Might was all, "this is your chance to tell the world that you are here."

Even if Izuku got first place and wasn't seen as dangerous/reckless, he would still end up with Gran Torino, no doubt.

So, yeah. As much as I love the Sports Festival Arc, it felt wasted all the same. Especially when it could have been done indoors and nothing would change - Yuuga easily could have just reported Bakugou to the League, and Shouto would still get his moment, as would Ochako.

As for what I have planned: first and foremost, I won't be spoiling anything, as it's best experienced as part of the story, when everything builds up to it.

Something I'm fine with spoiling is this: it will not be released or streamed to the general public. I didn't like how first year students, who have barely learned anything, were suddenly expected to show off in front of all of Japan, as well as x-many heroes.

Instead, it will be limited to only heroes and family. The second and third year sports festivals are being broadcast, but that won't become relevant until 1-A experience that.

Some arcs explored will be different, especially since I plan to give 1-B more screen time and Bakugou isn't allowed to engage in combat with others. Plus, Shinsou's whole character needs to be called out.

One more thing: hero names will be decided before the Sports Festival, and those names will be announced - not the real names. I also believed it was a bad idea to refer to them by their real names, especially when U.A. is popular enough to have enemies.

Hope this helps!

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Thanks for the ask!

[thelreads]

Since this Arc is Officially Over and it's been a while since I last did this, how about a Status Update?

Heroes:

Team Endeavour:

No. 1 Endeavour: Alive. Known Abuser.

No.3 Best Jeanist: Alive.

No. 10 Ryuku: Alive.

No. 222 Manual: Alive

Lemillion(Mirio): Alive. Quirk Rewind.

Deku(Izuku): Alive.

Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight(Katsuki): Alive

Shoto: Alive

Nejire: Alive

Ingenium(Iida): Alive

Rock Lock: Alive

Eraser Head(Aizawa): Alive. Amputated Leg.

Gran Torino: Status Pending.

Hospital Raid:

No. 5 Mirko: Alive

No. 6 Crust: DEAD

No. 8 Wash: Alive

No. 411 Mandalay: M.I.A.

No. 411 Pixie-Bob: Alive

No. 411 Tiger: M.I.A.

Backdraft: M.I.A.

Kesagiriman: M.I.A.

Takeshita: M.I.A.

Uwabami: M.I.A.

Ectoplasam: M.I.A.

Thirteen: Alive

Present Mic(Hizashi): Alive

Snipe: M.I.A.

ExLess: DEAD

Body Strength: M.I.A.

Sabre: M.I.A.

Unnamed Hero 1: DEAD

Unnamed Hero 2: DEAD

Omina: M.I.A.

Native: DEAD

Kido: M.I.A.

Mr Brave: M.I.A.

Mansion Raid:

No. 2 Hawks: Alive. Known Murderer/Government Agent.

No. 4 Edgeshot: Alive.

No. 7 Kamui Woods: M.I.A.

No. 9 Yoroi Musha: M.I.A.

No. 12 Gang Orca: M.I.A.

No. 13 Shishido: M.I.A.

No. 23 Mt. Lady: Alive

No. 58 Fat Gum: M.I.A.

Fourth Kind: Alive

Selkie: M.I.A.

Cementoss: Status Pending/Presumed DEAD

Midnight: DEAD

Ms. Joke: M.I.A.

Tsukuyomi(Tokoyami): Alive

Suneater(Tamaki): M.I.A.

Unnamed Snakeman Hero: DEAD

Majestic: DEAD

Mansion Raid Student Team:

Invisible Girl (Toru): Alive

Battle Fist (Kendo): Alive

Emily (Reiko): Alive

Tiger King: Alive

Can't Stop Twinkling (Aoyama): Alive

Cellophane (Sero): Alive

Creati (Momo): Alive

EarphoneJack (Kyoka): Alive

Grape Juice (Mineta): Alive

Pinky (Mina): Alive

Red Riot (Kirishima): Alive

Sugarman (Sato): Alive

Tailman (Ojiro): Alive

Tentacole (Shoji): Alive

Gevaudan (Shishida): Alive

Lizardy (Setsuna): Alive

Mines (Shoda): Alive

Real Steel (Tetsux4): Alive

Vantablack (Kuroiro): Alive

Vine (Ibara ): Alive

Mudman (Honenuki): Alive

Shemage (Komori): Alive

Chargebolt (Kaminari): Alive

Evacuation Team:

Burnin: Alive

Anima (Koda): Alive

Froppy (Tsuyu): Alive

Uravity (Uraraka): Alive

Comicman (Manga): Alive

Funkman: DEAD

Others:

Ragdoll (Tomoko): Quirkless

Mei Hatsume: Location NA

Hitoshi Shinso: Location NA

Death Arms: Alive

All Might (Toshinori Yagi): Retired

Eri: Alive

Vlad King: Location NA

Pony/Monoma/Awase/Kaibara/Kamakiri/Kodai/Tsuburaba/Bondo/Rin: Location NA

Hound Dog: Location NA

Nezu: Alive

Gale Force (Inasa): Location NA

Maboromicamie (Camie): Location NA

Sisicross (Shishikura): Location NA

Kurogiri (Shirakumo): Jail

Stain: Jail

AFO: Alive X2. One is in Jail. The Other is piloting a different body

Overhaul (Chisaki): Jail

Daikaku Miyagi: Alive

Nana Shimura: Still dead

Traitor: Unknown

Villains

Team HandMan:

Tomura Shigaraki(Tenko Shimura): Alive. Possessed

Dabi (Touya Todoroki): Alive. Somehow acquired new hair dye

Compress (Sako): Captured

GigantoMachia: Captured

Toga: Alive. M.I.A.

Spinner: Alive

Skeptic: Alive

Near High Ends: 3 Dead. 7 Alive

Other Villains:

Re-Destro: Captured

Doctor: Captured

Trumpet: Captured

Giran: Alive

“Woman” High End: DEAD

Buu High End: DEAD

Robot High End: DEAD

Elephant High End: DEAD

Chungus Nomu: DEAD

John Chan: DEAD

Mocha: DEAD

Black Tactics Squad:

Twice(Jin): DEAD

Violet Guerrilla Warfare Squad:

Geten: Captured

Carmine Intelligence Squad:

Slidin Go: Captured

Brown Support Squad:

Scar Head: Captured

In Memoriam

Villains:

Johnny 222-261

Mocha 261-261

“Woman” High End 221-269

Buu High End 261-271

Robot High End 261-262

Elephant High End 261-271

Chungus Nomu 261-271

Twice 77-266

Heroes:

Midnight 3-278

X-Less 86-271

Majestic 263-283

Crust 184-271

Snakeman 259-266

Blonde Woman Hero 259-283

Native 50-283

Skull Dragon: 34-296

Death Arms Side Kick 259-273

Bald Monk 258-271 or 272

Black Helmet 272-272

Robot Armour Hero 272-272

FunkMan 274-274

Other nameless heroes

i cant believe i actually typed all that shit out. fucking hell why did i do this to myself? smh

You didn't need to but you did it anyway, for our sake, and for that we're grateful. That's why you're part of the pantheon of top personalities in this blog.

And now, we take a moment of silence for the fallen ones

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinky Business

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, somnophilia, exhibition, age play, marking, biting, oral sex(fem receiving), pain kink, power play, d/s dynamics, lewd content, kink exploration word count: 1.3k pairings: multi but separate MHA characters(Nana, Sorahiko, Shouta, Hizashi, Nemuri and Dabi) x Fem!Reader a/n: part two coming soon! Hope you enjoy my last post of 2024!

dividers: @adornedwithlight

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Nana is obsessed with power dynamics. She wants to feel like she’s in charge, but she won’t go overboard with her own strength.

She loves to make you feel safe and loved, all while pushing your limits in terms of pleasure and overstimulation.

If you cry and beg and squirm, it’ll only serve to turn her on even more than she was to begin with.

Nana Shimura…who’s obsessed with POWER PLAY kinks. She wants to feel like she’s the one in control. She presses her breasts in your face, making you suckle on her nipples. She wants to sit on your face, while holding your wrists down. Don’t worry, there’s always a safe word in place. Even while on a date, you can expect Nana to make the choices for you. She loves it when you wear something revealing so that she can show you off a bit. Call her “mommy” and she might actually lose it. She wants to manhandle you as much as possible, mark you up so you know who you belong to.

You wouldn’t guess it, but the man has a biting fetish. He loves to mark you up. He enjoys seeing the teeth marks embedded in your soft skin.

He’s one for hickies too. Deep, red marks…bordering on purple a lot of the time. It’s just something he can’t stop himself from doing sometimes.

Please let him mark you up in places only you and him will see. It’s like a little secret you two share. It turns him on like nothing else to strip you and to see those beautiful marks he left the last time.

Sorahiko Torino…who’s obsessed with MARKING you up. He revels in the fact that only HE can bite you. He loves nothing more than pounding into you and biting down on your breasts. He nibbles your tits a lot, biting and sucking on the supple flesh. If he’s in public with you, Torino enjoys pulling you close and leaving a fresh hickey on your neck. He wants to make sure everyone knows that you belong to him and only him. You’re regularly covered in dark, red spots. He likes to leave bruises too, where he can press soft kisses.

The man enjoys his down time and he enjoys being able to sleep. What’s better than just sleeping? Having a cuddlefuck session where he can be balls deep and just cuddle.

In his sleeping bag, you both fit and he’s able to make you feel so good while being comfortable with you. He usually loves to shove his hand down your pants and finger you while snuggling in the sleeping bag.

What gets him going is that sometimes you two do this while others could be around. Hizashi and Nemuri could be lurking about, but really they have no idea what’s going on.

Shouta Aizawa…who’s obsessed with CUDDLEFUCKING. He loves holding you close, pushing into you from behind. His warm breath on your neck as he pants and whimpers about how fucking good you feel. You’re always so damn tight and so warm. Sometimes it just lulls him back to sleep, especially if he’s doing this first thing after he wakes up. In fact, this is one of his favorite things to do to wake up. Being balls deep inside of you after consciousness returns and he shakes the dreams away is the best part of his day.

Hizashi knows how to use his quirk to his advantage whenever he goes down on you. It’s a little party trick he picked up while in his hook up phase and he’s never looked back since.

Your cunt just tastes so fucking good. Your clit is so easy to suckle on. And when he starts to hum and amplifies it to vibrate, it drives you crazy.

You’ve definitely squirted a lot this way. Hizashi was very happy to figure out that he could make you feel this way the first time it happened. Now you’ve always got towels ready to lay out on the bed.

Hizashi Yamada…who’s obsessed with ORAL SEX. He enjoys giving a little more than receiving, only because he knows what you like and he can use his quirk to his advantage. Talk about voice kink too, considering he can turn you on just with his dirty talk. And he’ll eagerly pull that out anytime and any place too. Think you’re going to have a normal, innocent day? Guess again! Hizashi’s in your ear, whispering about how he’s going to take you home, have you spread out on the sheets and to feast on you. His tongue is always so warm, so wet. And then when he suckles on your clit and pulls out that special move, it makes you go crazy.

Nemuri loves that you’ll indulge in her fantasies. She enjoys being able to use her quirk on you and that you completely trust her as well. It makes her happy that you two have such a wonderful love.

You play the sleeping beauty part so well too. That quirk of hers is powerful, but you two have found a way to make you just sleepy and not completely passed out. With this, she uses sensory play on you and makes you so unbelievably horny.

And of course, somnophilia is a very big kink in your relationship. You find it a lot of fun to just allow your lover to take over while you’re in such a vulnerable position.

Nemuri Kayama…who’s obsessed with SOMNOPHILIA. She enjoys putting you under her spell, making you fall asleep. Then she lovingly begins to kiss you all over. Her hands are always so soft as she takes off your clothes. Anything to make you feel comfortable. You two play around with sensory play too, especially whenever you’re in more of a sleepy state. She’s been able to figure out how to use her quirk just right so that you’re not completely asleep, and this is when she loves to tease you. Her warm breath on your wet pussy has you whimpering so cutely. Her fingers gently spread your folds as she leans in to savor your taste.

Dabi is very much into playing around with risks. He wants to have fun whenever and wherever he can. It doesn’t matter if there are others around, he’s going to love fooling around with you anyway.

The more risk involved, the hotter things are for Dabi. He gets excited to try new things. And with his pain tolerance being so high, he can have fun with you trying painful things on him.

Bite him, tug on his nipples, flick the head of his cock while hard. He’s gonna be so aroused to have you doing these things to him. But also, he’ll flip it around and test your pain tolerance as well.

Touya Todoroki/Dabi…who’s obsessed with RISKS. He loves to take risks when it comes to sex. He loves being able to make you feel good, even if someone is around and could spot you. It makes him hard whenever you give him that look, the one that says “please play with me”. He’s also big on anything with pain, considering his pain tolerance is very high and he basically can’t even feel pain. Dabi’s the kind of man who will pin you against a wall and shove his hands up your shirt to play with your tits while he makes out with you. Doesn’t matter who’s around. He desperately wants you to tug on his hair, or to bite his lower lip. And if you dare tug on his balls ever so slightly while sucking him off, he won’t last long. Just the thought of pain makes him aroused, but be prepared to take it as well.

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[kingkatsuki]

Hi! 6, 20 and 25 please 👹🎤

Hihihi Az! I hope you’re having a good day my lovely💕

6) which ship fans are the most annoying?

Bkdk and Sasunaru. (And not anime fandom but Caryl shippers from The Walking Dead genuinely ruined the entire fandom.)

20) part of canon you found tedious or boring

Answered here, but I’m such a hater I can give you more. This entire fight with stars and straps or whatever her name is, and the training with Gran Torino.

25) common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

BuT hE hAs nO cAnOn TiMeSkIp. Yeah, but he also shoots explosions out of his palms, got turned into a fleshball, died and goes to a school ran by a mouse. I think he has bigger problems.

Also just in general but I saw people complaining about how readers are written recently. And as someone who grew up with NO x reader content only OC or Mary-Sue, you need to shut up and write it yourself if you’re not happy with it.

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Mimic Chapter 42

Grief was an easy thing to move on from, it's been done multiple times but this time...it might not be easy

Words- 2743

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Warnings: Just sadness, some violence but towards objects, depreciating thoughts, lack of self-care, lots of angst, TARTARUS ESCAPEES ARC SPOILERS

A/N: We're back hey <3

Y/n,

I’m not sure how to start this off…I hadn’t expected things to end up like this but here we are. I love you. I know this is a cowardly way of telling you, you deserve to be told face to face but I can’t. Shigaraki and All For One will now be after me so I need to keep my distance from everyone especially you. I can’t let you get hurt again…I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I can remember when I first met you like it was yesterday, I held the door on the train open for you and you thanked me with that gorgeous smile of yours and you said, “You’re the kid that completely totaled that Zero pointer, how are your bones?” It was at that moment I knew I loved you. Every time I spent with you, during class, when you walked me home after I broke both my arms during the Sports Festival, cleaning each other's cuts and bruises Gran Torino gave us during our work study, training together growing stronger with our quirks, every moment together I cherished. Even when we fought alongside each other or against I still loved you. And it’s because of that love I have for you I have to leave.

We said we’re the only ones that understand each other and I hope you can understand the reason I had to leave. I will accept any yelling or fighting you want to send my way I deserve it but it will be all worth it when all this is over. I don’t know when I’ll be back but you will always be on my mind, the moment I wake up to the second I sleep I will be thinking of you. I need you to stay strong…you’ll probably want to shut down or go out and find me but you can’t. I need you safe for when I return. Let the class in…with everything out there you’re going to think everyone is your enemy but we aren’t. We will always be there for you. I love you Y/n..I will love you, Y/n Shimura, until my dying breath. I could say it a million times but that wouldn’t describe all of it. I want you to look outside…yes right now whatever you’re seeing the sun and the sky or the moon and the stars know that I’m looking at the same ones right now. 

I love you Y/n. With all my heart I will love you.

-Izuku Midoriya

You thought you understood grief…understood the feeling of losing someone. You’ve experienced it your entire life, losing your family, losing your freedom, your trust, even your own life, but it didn’t compare to what you felt now. You weren’t even sure you could describe it as a feeling. You weren’t sure you could feel anything anymore, happiness….fear..anger…love. They all were gone your heart an empty space in your chest just used to keep you alive but unable to love or be loved.

Were you cursed? Destined to remain alone and everyone around you to get hurt and leave you. Your parents…your siblings…your mentors, the people you looked up to, the boy you lov-. You couldn’t even say the word. The word stuck within your throat just on the tip of your tongue bursting to be set free but remains trapped. Once you say it…it’s the truth it’s reality..you let your guard down and let someone in..you fully gave them your trust giving your delicate heart for them to cherish and protect. So even now as you sit alone you still clutch your heart safe with you away from anyone.

“Y/n…” A soft voice calls out and you don’t look at them your hair blocking their view of your face as they stand in the doorway. Kirishima and Mina look into your room…it’s a complete disaster. Your desk and chair were flipped over the contents on top of it were strewed across the floor, glass from the picture frames littered the ground, and your drawers from your dresser were ripped open it fallen over as well. If a tornado went through your dorm that would describe the state of your room as you sit outside on your balcony the cool air blowing through your hair. A letter clutched within your fingers.

When you returned to the dorm it was a tense moment for you and your classmates. With the truth leaked about everything, your past, your quirk, everything they didn’t know who they were going to meet when you came back. Would you still be the same Y/n they knew even though you were his sister? You returned with Present Mic and you just walked past them all heading straight to your room. No greeting, no words, you didn’t even look at them, as if they all had Hagakure’s quirk. Even with you out of the room, the tension was still thick and that’s when Mic caught them up with everything that you just found out in a few days. Losing your quirk..losing the fight…losing Midoriya. It was shortly after they all heard it. A loud crash made a few of them jump before it went quiet and the noise came back again. Loud bangs and crashes could be heard through three floors and it sent a shiver through them all as the rampage continued for a few minutes before it went quiet…too quiet. Two were sent up to check on you and that’s where they found you.

“Y/n.” Mina’s voice calls out and you don’t move your hands clutching the small piece of paper and a drop of water falls down staining the paper. Panicking you pull the paper away from you not wanting to ruin it. Your lifeline is the only thing you have left. A hand brushes against your shoulder and you don’t even flinch at the sudden touch.

“Shimura…I’m…I’m sorry.” Kirishima whispers his happy energy gone as he looks down at you.

“I never got to tell him…” You whisper and the two look at you and you push yourself to your feet the two watch as you slowly exit the room heading down the hall forgoing the elevator and taking the stairs until you reach the floor underneath you reaching the boys' side. Mina and Kirishima trail behind you as you steadily walk down the hall, the three boys living on this floor watch in silence as you walk past them before stopping at a door. You bring your hand to the doorknob but stop hesitating. Your other hand clutches the note before you push the door open entering the door and closing it behind locking yourself inside that room inside memories in the last moments of Izuku Midoriya…

“Y/n…” His voice is soft his hands light as they trace your face and you smile looking at him as he lies down beside you. His freckles paint skin like stars making constellations the smile that covers his face as he pushes your hair back. “I love you…”

Your hand reaches out petting his skin but your hand drifts through touching the bed. You frown reaching your hand out but the same thing happens again.

“Why can’t you say it?” He speaks again and he’s not laying beside you but standing away from the bed, his hero costume ripped and ruined, blood, sweat, and grime covering him. Tears are the only thing that clean part of his face. “Just say it Y/n…and I’ll come to you.” He begs and you sit up conflict and fear crosses your face as you open your mouth to speak but the words get all choked up.

“I..I-i can’t…” Your voice cracks and he frowns turning away.

“Goodbye Y/n.”

“izuku…Izuku!” You stumble out of the bed trying to go after him your hands going through him as he disappears leaving you sitting on the floor gasping at the air. 

This was worse than him being dead because you knew he was out there…but he would just never come back.

There you stayed as days past your classmates haven’t gotten a glimpse of you since you returned and you entered that room. They had no idea if you were eating or if you were even alive, Midoriya’s door remains locked and no matter the amount of begging to be let in or to come out the door remains shut. No one knew what went on in that room and your silence going on for days had made them nervous.

“Do you know if she’s even eaten since coming back?” One of them brings up as the whole class minus two sit together. They had a feeling Midoriya was somewhere out there with the Pros…they wouldn’t let him leave without some eyes watching him. They wanted to pressure Endeavor to reveal his location and they have already gotten in contact with Principal Nezu but if they wanted their plan to work fully they needed all of what’s left of Class 1-A and your status was unknown was their current conversation.

“None of us have seen her leave that room since she entered,” Mina says dark circles resting under her eyes. You were her closest friend and seeing you in this state was killing her as well.

“She could always be getting food and water when we are all asleep,” Kaminari says wanting to think positively.

“She doesn’t,” Bakugo speaks up he sat in the corner of the couch slumped over his gaze glued to the floor. Unlike his normal routine of going to bed at exactly 9 PM, he stayed up his gaze glued to the doorway of the stairs and the elevator waiting to see you enter to get food each night but nothing. He didn’t know if it was guilt or pity that was gnawing at him…your voice clear in his head during the fight. Bleeding out in front of him your arm and chest severely hurt clutching his collar and fear in your eyes.

“Bakugo you better not let him die!”

“The body can only survive up to a week without food but if she’s not drinking water,” Momo brings up a fearful look on her face, “You could only last three days before your body starts to shut down.”

You had been locked in that room for 5 days.

“That’s fucking it,” Bakugo growls pushing himself up and marching to the kitchen the class follows after him and he rips open the fridge pulling out an applesauce and two glasses of water beginning his trek out of the common area. Taking the stairs up to the second floor his footsteps boom against the floor before reaching the boy’s room. Rearing his foot back fully kicking in the door with a boom.

“BAKUGO!” Some of his classmates yell out as he storms into the room and they all try following after him. Inside your lay motionlessly on the bed.

“Oi! I’m fucking done with this ya hear me!” Bakugo yells turning the lights on and you groan but still don’t move. Placing the food and one water he opens the other before fully tossing it on you getting you soaked. You shriek pushing yourself up almost falling back down with your shaky limbs. You throw away a piece of paper from you so it doesn’t get wetter and the boy pushes you back down pinning you down. “You gotta fucking eat…you’re not dying.” He says holding the spoon out but you glare at him looking away and he scoffs. His free hand snatches your face forcing your jaw open forcing the spoon in your mouth before covering your mouth and pinching your nose.

“Bakubro don’t be so rough!” Kirishima yells out

“Eat the damn food or you’re going to pass out.” He says ignoring the redhead as you try pushing him off but with you pinned your weak body, and the air leaving your system you are forced to swallow the food he lets go of your nose and mouth and you suck in air.

“I hate you!” You spit out and he scoffs shoving another spoonful in your mouth and you don’t fight eating it much to your classmates' relief.

“Whatever hate me all ya want!” He says bringing over the water and letting you sip it shaking your head when you have enough water in your mouth. After a bit more of eating and drinking Bakugo moves off still helping you feed yourself but you slowly get the hang of it yourself. Once you finish the food and water he flicks you on the forehead.

“Pull that shit again and I’ll kill you. Hear me.” He says stepping away and his spot is quickly replaced by Mina and Kirishima and the others. “When you’re done clean yourself up you fucking reek.”

“Why…” You mumble putting the water beside the table.

“We’re getting him back.” You freeze knowing exactly who it was they were talking about.

Her hands are soft in your hair making sure the conditioner is everywhere. Your body rests in the bath the bubbles around you cleaning the dirt and grime.

“You don’t have to do this Mina..” You say closing your eyes as she pours water on your head trying to not get it in your eyes.

“It’s what friends do Y/n,” She says scooping up more water in the cup to do one more rinse, “Beside…I should’ve been there..when you needed me.”

You turn around looking at her your eyebrows frowned the red in your eyes piercing, “No don’t blame yourself…it was my own doing that got me here.” You say and she goes to speak before closing her mouth and she turns you back to finish rinsing. “If I only had been stronger…things would’ve been different.” You mumble as the final water runs over your hair and Mina stands up silently going to grab the towel. If you were faster…if you fought harder…maybe if you ended this when you were children…you would have lived a normal life…Shigaraki wouldn’t have killed your parents..you wouldn’t have gone with All For One..none of this would have happened.

Izuku would be here.

“Y/n..come on we gotta get ready.” She says holding out the towel. Nodding you push yourself out accepting it as you dry yourself off before dressing into your underwear as Mina grabs the bandages and cream. Her hands are gently rubbing the medicine against the stitches before wrapping the bandages around. You had three major injuries, straight through your abdomen taking a kidney with it, another hitting your intestines, and the last one through your chest you’re lucky it missed your heart but it did knick part of your right lung. You were alive and standing but were you happy?

“Why do I have to come…I’m like public enemy number one here.” You say as you work your tie while Mina brushes your hair putting in the product.

“Because Endeavor needs to see us together as a class to emphasize our point…Midoriya needs to come home.” Mina says working the brush through any kinks and knots in your hair. The white locks are a heightened feature, especially with your eyes…those bloody red eyes.

“Yeah but the second I step outside I’m going to have people out there wanting my head on a spike.” You say holding out a white lock letting it drop in disgust. Mina pause seeing the disgust in your eyes and she places the brush down wrapping her arm around your shoulders and resting her chin on your head the two of you looking at the mirror.

“I remember when you came into class with this white hair and you were so embarrassed by it but after a while, you grew into it. You owned it…you stood out and it made sense. You were different than any of us. I just see Y/n Shimura..my best friend” She says picking up a lock of your hair you look back in the mirror flinching and see someone else in the reflection his eyes digging into your soul, his white locks flowing down his face…those red eyes. You stand up looking away from the mirror grab your jacket pulling it on.

“You see that but everyone sees the truth..Y/n Shimura. Tomura Shigaraki’s sister…All For One’s damn weapon. That’s all they’ll ever see.”

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The Magnus Archives

last updated february 28, 2023 on a major cliffhanger

time travel attempted fix-it fic where Sasha is (and was) the Archivist, the original timeline was absolutely nothing like the original TMA, jon is doomed, many people die despite the genre, and the ending is pretty fuckin tragic anyway. but hey! tim x sasha!

Closed Doors-

My Hero Academia/The Magnus Archives Crossover

last updated november 30, 2023

in which todoroki rei's maiden name is lukas, natsuo and shouto are following in her lonely footsteps, touya's a contract killer, eraserhead is falling to Something, mina and tsuyu have a feud that's inscrutable to everyone else, kirishima seems like he knows something about shouto, and fuyumi got the conspiracy theory genes

One Loop at a Time-

My Hero Academia

last updated august 27, 2023 on its first chapter

in which midoriya dies and finds himself in a time loop. overestimates himself and the role that luck has had in his life beyond this point, and dies again pretty quick. this time kacchan's in the loop too.

in love i've always been a mercenary-

My Hero Academia

last updated november 25, 2022 (no thats not a typo) on its first chapter

in which gran torino dramatically announces that hes "divorcing" all for one by giving shimura nana some "potentially devastating" information on him and his network. he later has to move in with her for protection because surprise! no sane criminal is picking the side that isn't all for one's in the divorce! can you imagine! (something is amiss here, nana can feel it, but she's just being jaded. right?)

[bnhaobservation]

Why does Endeavor keep freezing when it comes to saving his family?

Hum...

... we've 2, maybe 3, stretching 4 cases in which this canonically happens.

Enji gives his explanations for each of them.

1) Chap 251, he froze and failed to save Natsuo.

Enji's explanation is:

‘Warukatta…! Isshun kangaete shimatta ore ga tasuketara konosaki omae wa ore ni nani mo ienaku natte shimau node wanai ka to’ 「悪かった…! 一瞬考えてしまった俺が助けたらこの先おまえは俺に何も言えなくなってしまうのではないかと」 “It was my bad…! I thought for a moment that if I helped you, you might not be able to say anything to me from now on.”

The implication seems to be he wants Natsuo to continue telling straight to his face how much he messed up but that, if he had saved Natsuo, Natsuo would have felt obliged to keep his feelings for himself.

2) Chap 293. Tōya is trying to cremate Shōto (and himself).

There are two implication here, the first is what Tōya says, Enji is broken, discovering the truth was traumatic to him.

Even though he said originally he couldn't believe his son died, at the same time Enji can't believe his son is Dabi.

It's not just that he has grown to accept the idea Tōya died, the real problem is who Tōya became (and how it was due to him). I've discussed about it in another post but having a family member who's a murderer it's the end for a Japanese family.

Remember how Gran Torino was angry because Shigaraki was 'trampling all over Shimura's memory'?

That's why, even if Shimura Nana is dead, it's still socially terrible she has a relative who's a murderer.

But there's also a second implication done later on in chap 300.

'Ore wa ikinobi temo... ENDEAVOR wa shinda. Tairyō satsujin-sha (read: musuko) to tatakaenai.' 「俺は生き延びても... エンデヴァーは死んだ。大量殺人者（むすこ）と戦えない」 "Even if I survive...Endeavor is dead. I can't fight against a mass murderer (read: my son)"

What's the problem here?

Enji was raised into the idea that Heroes fight Villains, there's no something like 'saving Villains'. Heroes normally shouldn't kill Villains but considering how Hawks went for the kill with Twice and how Enji tried his hardest to murder Shigaraki and he probably wasn't the only one.

When they find Shigaraki, Mirko attacks the tube saying Shigaraki can't be released into the world, then urges the others to finish Shigaraki and Garaki off, claiming they can't let Shigaraki wake up.

When X-less discovers Shigaraki isn't breathing and his heart isn't beating and Garaki explains the capsule would have revived him, they don't try to revive him themselves giving him CPR.

Present Mic tells X-less to take Shigaraki away, but they are clearly in no hurry to give him medical care, X-less even waste time thinking he has to destroy the machines around them.

In order to save Shōto Enji should fight (and likely kill) Tōya... and he can't. He doesn't want to hurt his son, he doesn't want to attack him with his fire aware that Tōya isn't even fire resistant. He can't think any other way to deal with Tōya and he just can't bring himself to attack it, we'll see it even when Tōya is threatening to nuke Japan.

But he can't think of anything else he could do that could stop the situation, like, for example, trying to talk to Touya. After all, he never did it and he has no idea how to deal with his son turned Villain.

Villains were just something Heroes would beat.

Hence he froze.

We've two more possible cases, though in them he didn't exactly froze... or, if he did, we don't know about it.

3) Tōya 'died' because Enji avoided going to see him, and therefore got on Sekoto Peak too late to save him.

Enji's explanation is:

'...Maki wo kubete shimau dake da to... Iya... Nanto koe wo kaketara ī no ka wakaranakattanda 「...薪をくべてしまうだけだと... いや... 何と声を掛けたらいいのかわからなかったんだ」 "...I thought I would just end up burning more firewood (inside him)... no... I didn't know what to say."

The whole 'burning more firewood' implies that he believed he would just encourage the fire inside Tōya of which Tōya kept talking about through the two chapters, in short that he would encourage him to continue... but then he admits the more relevant reason, he has no idea what to say.

Enji (and Rei) never knew what to tell to Tōya beyond stop, they didn't want to tackle their responsibilities in Tōya's situation nor wanted to offer real support, they just wanted him to accept what they told him and stop. Hence Enji doesn't face his son but avoids him, telling himself this is for the better.

4) While the story doesn't really tell us if Enji froze, the implication of the scene seems to be he didn't act when his father fought a Villain, but remained there frozen on the scene.

It's something I've discussed in the past here and it's not super well explained by Horikoshi but it can be the root that explains all the other times Enji remains frozen.

Enji is not a natural born Hero because, differently from Midoriya, he doesn't have inside himself the instinct to save people even when the situation could be fatal to him.

He does it out of duty, raging against himself to give himself courage but, when push comes to shove and a situation becomes emotionally very difficult for him, he doesn't want to face it and freeze.

It's not so much the fear of death, he doesn't hesitate at all when facing Shigaraki even though the latter could murder him, but the fear of being emotionally hurt.

Even All for One will try to exploit it by attacking him on an emotional level.

When his family and his emotions toward his family are on the table he doesn't know how to handle them and his option is to avoid things, which is something he'll admit through the story.

Enji is an evolving character so ultimately he'll face things but I think it's a good guess to assume that the times he froze were due to this.

Of course though, since there's not a canon explanation, this is just my guess and I might be wrong. Still thank you for your ask!

[deusvervewrites]

All For Support AU x 1-B AU: Which do you think is more likely? Midoriya finding Stain, and subsequently having to fight him/save Iida and Native? Or him running into Gran Torino?

Stain. His luck is too bad

[sapphic-agent]

Take your time to answer this but...on the intership arc...I have some things to say. I will listed it

1) ok so all eyes are on Sports Festival (more than Olympics suuuure) and Izu got, if I'm not wrong, #4 that should be amazing in itself considering he was from no big name family.

2) yet...all heroes saw Izu being "unhinged" and has a quirk that has a severe draw back(I want to inject here: it doesnt make sense for ofa to do this. "There an explanation" sure it has, but the explanation feels off...why not give a timelimit? "Izu you can only use 5% of your quirk for x time for a year as his body is getting used" this could open room to show how creative Izu can be) and no one wants to mentor him...and I ask here: so the point was to showcase your abilities on TV and hope the agencies like you? Winning is secundary)

3) If the whole thing is true...why bk got a mentor? Ah yes Beast Jeanist wanted to help him...why? Why he got a mentor who wants to help him and Izu...is saddle with Nighteye?

4) it makes me think...why make a show if the goal is to impress agencies? Sure could have a way to impress in other hands. I mean yeah the trope "time to combat" and blabla but it feel is unfair to a lot of kids...and if is by design than why ua is consider a good or the best school ever?

5) finally, what anyone learns in those interships? I ask bc Izu only learns to feel worse. Ochako learns one fight moviment (Never forget the panel where she was like "you won't fight quirkless" to Izu) and #girlboss and nothing. Really nothing. Does the intership advance their carrers...when they graduated people will hire them quickly based on their resume?

Its just the intership arc and Sport Festival arc should feel they are united but really arent. Izu didn't got one bc of his performace...he had to ask for one chance ....with creepy.

(AM is the biggest hero and cant ...help Izu intern in a nice place? "Ah but Izu wouldn't want that?" AM is the master and should be doing all on his best to make sure Izu suceed. But he trust on UA, unclear why, and does nothing )

To conclude: what is UA as academy if they do such Sport Festival and only.the fewer are reward by this? Excluding bk bc hori loves him.

You're right that Izuku got 4th place! He tied with Shiozaki, Mina, and Kirishima. It's unfair that they got plenty of internship offers and he only got one. It's weird because it's not like your intern reflects poorly on your agency. They're only there to learn and observe. It's also odd that a flaw in how Izuku uses his quirk is scrutinized, but Bakugou's behavior isn't. After seeing the absolute temper tantrum he threw at the Sports Festival, you would think he wouldn't have gotten so many offers. Izuku can learn how to control his quirk, but Bakugou's rotten attitude is another story.

I agree that winning should be secondary! The Sports Festival contributes to the toxic hero society of MHA. Though the reason that he can only use certain amounts of OFA is because his body can't handle all of it and he couldn't understand how to regulate it. Remember, it holds the strength of all 8 holders, All Might could only use it at 100% with all the muscles he had in his prime. And before that, he immediately understood how to get his body to regulate how much of OFA he was using. He probably wouldn't have been able to use 100% until he was at least 25-30. That's actually why I like that instead of pure strength, Izuku gets the other holders' quirks. It matches him better, I think, especially Blackwhip, Smokescreen, and Float. But them being turned off because he's "unhinged" makes no sense, Endeavor is (or was at the time) the #2 hero.

Well, Izuku got Gran Torino for his internship who was probably the best mentor he could have gotten. I actually like that Bakugou got Best Jeanist because he was the only one who genuinely wanted to correct Bakugou's behavior (even though it should have been more focused on his behavior than his style, but it's more than Aizawa ever did). He seemed to be the only one who actually saw an issue with the way Bakugou acted too.

I'll be honest, I think the only reason that UA is a good school is because of the prestige of their alumni. Namely, All Might and Endeavor. It's easy to be considered the best when the alumni are literally the best in the country. I'm confident most of the top 10 were also UA graduates (it doesn't say for most pros). I'm also pretty sure they get the most funding, they built entire dormitories in like 3 weeks.

I wouldn't say the internships were for nothing. They were only there for like a week(?), but Izuku did learn how to regulate OFA and learned the basis for his movement. That's quite an accomplishment. Uraraka didn't learn a lot, true, but she did learn the gist of the basics. Once you learn that, it's easy to build off of it. Would be nice if we saw her sharpening that skill, but whatever.