#hearing hero: earphone jack

[mhabirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Kyoka Jiro (Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack) – August 1st

[theyareweird]

My Hero Academia: Kyoka Jiro —Aesthetic

Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack's Character & Personality

Kyoka is a student in Class 1-A at U.A. High School, where she's training to become a Hero. She's pragmatic, unenthusiastic, blunt, and teasing towards those she finds irritating. Despite her snarky comments, Kyoka enjoys socializing with others. In which she can be nice and friendly. Kyoka often gesticulates through her elongated earlobes in place of her hands. She can even be quite aggressive, as she uses the Earphone Jacks her Quirk provides to physically punish people when provoked or to keep them in line. During hero activities, Kyoka prefers smarter approaches, usually by coming up with a plan herself. She's organized and makes sure to convey her ideas in easy ways to understand. Although she comes off as cold and indifferent, Kyoka has a sensitive side. She's quite defensive towards her friends, empathetic with others' feelings, and gets flustered when her talents or capabilities are brought up. While Kyoka is hard to unnerve or surprise, she's afraid of horror-based activities and has an aversion to nudity. She's a bit self-conscious about her looks as well. Like her parents, Kyoka loves rock music and owns several instruments, which she's able to play to some extent. However, she's somewhat embarrassed about her interests because she perceived them as completely unrelated to heroism. Fortunately, Kyoka was able to outgrow this mindset after a great presentation during a school festival.

[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki x reader (fem) | quirkless!reader, prohero!dynamight, arranged marriage au.

a.n; remember when i said that this serie will not have a specific chronology? okay, this is it. i actually imagined this part being a bit further into their relationship. they are not fully in love -or at least haven't admitted their feelings for each other yet lol-, but they are getting close. remember that😉 SOMEONE SAID ANGST????? YAAAAS, HERE IT IS. MWUAH😘

Fuckin' Marry Me Series | First Part | Second Part | Third Part |

It’s chaos.

All your co-workers are loudly directing each of their assigned heroes as best as they can, but the amount of destruction around complicates each possible view all of you as Quirk & Training Specialists could have.

You run towards your desk, where your computer and monitors are already turned on. You put on the earbuds, connecting yourself to the system. Because of your expertise, you are allowed to hear everyone’s communications, so you use that to understand what is going on around there.

“...Red Riot, watch out from your left. The villain has a second weapon…”

“...Ingenium, if you change your direction to your right, you’ll find-…”

“...Uravity, try lifting them towards the building in front, the ground looks better…”

“...DEKU, YOUR RIGHT IS CLEAR!…”

“...SHOTO, WATCH FOR THE CEILING!!...”

“...DYNAMIGHT, TO YOUR RIGHT!...”

Bingo.

It does not surprise you at all that those three are at the center of it all, fighting the main, strongest villains, but it still makes you take a deep, relieved breath when you hear Bakugou swear very loudly, “you piece of shit villain!”.

He’s okay.

You then focus on finding the connection to your assigned hero.

“Earphone Jack, I’m with you today,” you say immediately as Jirou connects back to you.

“Oh, Y/N, thank God!” She exclaims, “This is a fucking nightmare! I need a way towards–…”

Jirou explains quickly what is happening to you. Apparently, a group of villains had created some sort of machine that was creating havoc, and the sole intention was to damage the infrastructure within a 10 km radius. No apparent deeper reason behind it, which is very suspicious in your opinion. Every villain has a reason behind their actions. But that’s a matter for another moment. You focus now on helping her all the way into the building, hiding and evading every possible encounter with villains, where the main thing is happening.

You feel your shoulders tensing each moment you tell Jirou to hide due to some possible threat coming her way. This kind of job is definitely not for the weak hearts. For some reason you are extremely good at it, quick thinking and fast to react at anything, that’s why in situations like this one you are assigned to any hero who was considered key to finally win. Jirou apparently is the one today. The Big Three are currently distracting all the heavy and strong villains, opening a way for her to disable the machine, and Jirou with her hacking knowledge is perfect for the job.

You can feel some of your co-workers paying attention to you and Earphone Jack at times, adding a bit of pressure on your shoulders. You and her work wonderfully together, and she is always open to your suggestions –sometimes even putting to test some moves you advise and create personally for her and her quirk, even though that is not really part of your job. But you love it completely when one of those actually works and end up being the best move.

“Alright, I’m in,” Jirou whispers and everyone around is listening and watching you cheer loudly. You release a deep and long breath that you didn’t realize you were holding back this entire time.

It takes three minutes for Jirou to turn off the machine and send it into autodestruction.

But in three stupid minutes, a lot happens.

Another building collapses, creating more chaos around. The sound of the explosion is so strong you can even feel the building of the company tremble a bit. Two new big villains appear, making Hero Shoto shout, “SEND RED RIOT AND TENTACOLE, NOW!”

You watch through the system the cameras close to where the Big Three are fighting, and you see it happen.

Deku and Dynamight are fighting strongly, but it’s quite evident how tired and drowned they already are. They are pushing through, hanging in there as much as they can, but it takes one wrong move, one wrong direction.

“...DYNAMIGHT, USE YOUR LEFT CANON…”

One of your co-workers says, and even though you’re not connected in their communication, you can’t avoid yelling, “NO!”, and standing up, looking in a first-row seat how the villain predicts Bakugou’s move, grabbing him by the arm and stabbing him with a big dagger on his stomach that brings Pro Hero Dynamight down.

You saw it happening before everyone else. It had been a wrong directive, a bad decision from your co-worker who was not paying attention to the other side of the monitor, where you could clearly see the villain getting ready, expecting Dynamight’s move.

You watch in what feels like slow motion the contorting body of Bakugou Katsuki, your husband, fall to the floor. Blood spilling down faster than you have ever seen.

“DYNAMIGHT IS DOWN!”

“DYNAMIGHT IS DOWN, SEND BACKUP, NOW!”

“DYNAMIGHT IS DOWN!”

“KACCHAN!”

“DYNAMIGHT IS DOWN!”

“DYNAMIGHT IS…!”

“DYNAMIGHT…”

Everyone has to repeat the message. It’s a directive that everyone follows to help your area adjust and react as fast as you can. Yet hearing the message repeated several times only increases the tight pressure in your chest.

No… NO!

Your whole body is trembling, and for some reason, you can’t feel your hands. You can’t focus on anything else than the image your eyes are seeing through the monitor: Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Dynamight, your husband, lying on the ground over a pool of his own blood.

For being one of the best at your job, for being considered one of the few who always reacts fast and come up with solutions even quicker, for the first time, you don’t know what to do. Your whole body is petrified watching now how Deku picks Dynamight up over a shoulder and jumps away so fast they are barely visible.

Slowly, the ability to hear around you comes back, and you hear two voices. One is Jirou’s, calling your name and trying to make you react, but she’s not in danger. The other one is Izuku.

“Y/N, can you hear me? Answer me. He’s alright! He’s alive. I just left him in the ambulance, they are taking him to the hospital.”

“Y/N, GO.” Jirou’s voice says again, and you do not hesitate anymore.

You know this decision you’re about to make will get you in lots of trouble with your boss. It is imperative for everyone on your floor that you never leave mid-mission. It’s your area's responsibility to foresee that each hero you’re assigned for the day comes back to the company as safe and sound as possible.

Yet the only thing on your mind at the moment is Bakugou. 

The rest can go to hell.

You drop the earbuds over your desk and run.

Everything feels numb and looks like in a blur. You don’t exactly know how you got to the hospital, but you did.

When you arrive there, it’s chaos too. Every doctor and nurse is running everywhere, helping to heal civilians and heroes. You approach a very stressed receptionist and ask for Pro Hero Dynamight and if he’s okay. Your hands are trembling. She says he arrived a couple of minutes before you, but she apologizes saying that she still doesn’t have any more information. You’ll have to wait. And she asks you to go to the waiting room if you’re not injured.

You take a deep breath, hands clasped together tightly, trying to control the trembling in them and follow the woman’s orders. There’s really not much else you can do, causing a scene won’t help you or her.

Your walk towards the waiting room feels like floating, and it’s not a good kind of floating. It feels like your mind is not entirely in you; like you’re moving out of habit. Out of thinking. Not really feeling the soft material of the chair you just sat in. Or the coldness of the table you just rested your forearms over. Your eyes aren’t even focusing on anything, but you do perceive the amount of people there. Some are crying, others are walking from one side of the room to the other anxiously, and others are like you. Quiet, unresponsive to anything. Waiting. Hoping. All they probably care about is receiving some, any kind of news about their loved ones…

Loved ones.

Loved.

Love.

Do you love Bakugou?

Another pang in your chest makes you close your eyes for a moment, holding back the painful feeling. Fuck. It’s too much.

You don’t know how much time you wait there, sitting in that chair, in that exact same position. You just know you’re not moving from there until someone comes.

You just wish it hadn’t been her.

Bakugou Mitsuki enters the waiting room with a storming sound alongside her as she does everywhere she goes. It doesn’t surprise you the theatrical trail of tears painted black thanks to her mascara running down her cheeks, yet her eyes are dry. When she sees you, she walks directly at you.

“Where is he?! Nobody could tell me shit!”

You truly wish she wasn’t there.

“H-He is…” You clear your throat, your voice sounding so broken it even surprised you. “Doctors are tending to him. We have to wait.”

“Fucking stupid brat. He’s alive yet, then?”

You see red. So much red, you’re afraid that the image of you cutting Mitsuki’s throat with your own bare nails isn’t just a mere product of your imagination. But when you hear her heel tapping continuously on the floor annoyingly, waiting for your response, and you see her standing in front of you, you blink relieved it hadn’t been real.

“...Be smarter than her…”

Izuku, you are so good you even became part of my conscience.

You take a long deep breath, before deciding what to answer back. If she is going to act like a bitch at this very moment, then you can too, right?

“Oh, I bet you wish he wasn’t…”

“What the fuck does that mean, you moron?”

“Tell me, Mitsuki,” you know she hates it when you call her by her given name, so you do it with a smirk, “Are you here because of the wellness of your son, or because of his heritage?”

This is the very first time you call out her bullshit, that you even indulge yourself in actually saying what you actually think of her. The expression of pure rage and offense on her face is all worth it.

“You fucking little–...”

“Ms. Bakugou?”

“Yes?”

“Yes?”

Mitsuki answers at the same time you do, and it makes you roll your eyes. This woman really is a pain in the ass.

The doctor looks confused between you two, so he looks again at the chart and clarifies, “Ms. Bakugou Y/N.”

Mitsuki tchs, annoyed and crossing her arms over her chest. You immediately stand up and walk towards the doctor. “That’s me.”

“You are Mr. Bakugou Katsuki’s wife, correct?”

“Yes, I am,” you confirm as the doctor nods and asks you to follow him. You do it, hands still clasped together like dear life.

“He’s okay. He’s still under anesthesia, but he should wake in a couple of minutes. I’ve been informed his body processes and washes it quickly.”

You nod in agreement, following close behind in silence. Watching the many rooms pass by, but only caring about the one you know Bakugou would surely be in.

“He lost a lot of blood, we had to transfuse him. The dagger reached his right lung, but nothing too serious,” you are holding your breath with each statement the doctor is informing you of. “After maybe a month, Mr. Bakugou should be more than recovered. But for now, he’ll need to take it easy.”

Right when he finishes the sentence, his hand grabs the knob of the door that you know will lead you to where your husband is. You simply nod in response before the doctor opens the door. “Ms. Bakugou, you’re allowed to come and go as you please. I’ll tell a nurse to bring you your all-pass card.”

You don’t actually pay much attention to what he says, your eyes are locked over where the man that your heart beats so strongly and loudly for right now is lying over a bed, surrounded by machines and cables that constantly monitor his vital signs.

You don’t even hear when the doctor closes the door and leaves you alone with him.

Your vision blurs, and you’re afraid of moving closer, or touching something that will cause Bakugou any pain. But you’re more afraid that if you don’t get closer, don’t at least hold his warm hand, your heart will beat its way out of your chest towards him.

So you move closer, as carefully as you can. His eyes are closed, his expression so relaxed and serene, you think he looks like he hasn’t just gone through a life-and-death situation. If he hadn’t been all full of cables and as pale as he looks, it would have been the same expression he has when he sleeps at night, next to you. His chest raises slowly with each intake of breath. He is breathing. Your hands unclasp, the trembling is still there, yet you direct one towards where one of his is lying motionlessly on his side. His hand is warm. He is alive.

You feel the tears sliding down your face when Bakugou’s hand suddenly moves. It turns around and holds yours, a bit weak but firmly. Your eyes snap up towards his face. His eyes are slightly open, enough to let you know he is awake. His other hand, the one he can move better, raises and moves towards your face. The thumb cleans the trail your tears created and catches one that just escaped your eye.

“I… told you… n-not to cry… for m-me…” 

A sob finally leaves your mouth as you immediately grab his hand, holding it against your cheek. It’s big enough to almost enclose more than half of your face, your nose caressing his palm as if you were a damn cat, your other hand flies to his forearm and also caresses it. The warmth feels so comforting, so relieving, it makes you cry more.

You hear him snort affectionately, “Crybaby.”

He is okay.

[loveriotss]

[ 🥐 ] LOVE ALLIANCE : ALLIANCE D'AMOUR ⸻ MEET : katsuki bakugo's crew | k.bakugo x gn! reader smau series

→ explosion hero : great explosion murder god dynamight - katsuki bakugo → gossip channels and hero update accounts love to see him coming (they can depend on him alone to keep their shit running because of how much trouble he gets himself into 😭). → plays drums for jirou's music. → he has a faceless cooking channel, kinda like asmr ykwim. he has never openly admitted that the account belongs to him but his fangirls and boys can recognize him anywhere.

→ sturdy hero : red riot - ejirou kirishima → is in a relationship with mina ashido. → apart from his official hero accounts, he has a very successful workout channel.

→ stun gun hero : chargebolt - denki kaminari → has the feels for kyoka jirou (yes his bio is about her). → is a huge collector. it can vary from figures to comic books to mangas to rocks. → plays the guitar for jirou's music.

→ taping hero : cellophane - hanta sero → occasionally streams. he mostly plays games and talks to his audience. → currently learning the electric guitar. → adopted a cat that he saved from a tree.

→ acid hero : pinky - mina ashido → in a relationship with ejirou kirishima. → another big fashion girlie!! always pulls up to events in the most stunning looks. → does dance covers too!

→ hearing hero : earphone jack - kyoka jirou → has a prosthetic for her left ear. → she is also a music artist! she doesn't do concerts yet because of her hero schedule, but has been posting song covers and releasing songs for a while! [ a/n: cologne by beabadoobee is the song i picked for her! ]

ᯓ★» LOVE ALLIANCE !

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ᯓ★» ALLIANCE SECRETS !

୨ৎ : for a long time, jirou was quite shy and wasn't really confident enough to post her songs/covers but her friends encouraged her and she ended up gaining popularity! ୨ৎ : denki LOVES collecting funko pops. there will be stacks and stacks of them on his shelves and walls. ୨ৎ : sero is like a crazy cat lady except he has only one cat. spoils his little princess so much and it's hard to imagine that once upon a time he didn't really like cats that much. ୨ৎ : mina does crocheting in her free time. she complains about how much she hates it and how time consuming it is but will continue doing it (ME FR). ୨ৎ : kirishima's hair is lowk dying because of how much he dyes it. ୨ৎ : bakugo's highschool stories keep popping up now and then and it HAUNTS him. he'll be having a perfectely good day and then one of his friends will send a picture of him and his hair slicked back when he interned for jeanist.

ᯓ★» AUTHOR'S NOTE !

im having so much fun giving them their little side jobs/hobbies.

ᯓ★» TAGLIST !

( comment on masterlist to be added + pls check ur settings if you're unable to be tagged ) @chsvok @ch3rryjampi3 @emmab3mma @pikachuzhc @cholios @zaiban2989 @hearts4heidi @ikissfade @themultifandomgirl @god-hangry-otter @solecitoszn @sunlix143 @rikislove @fackeraccount @chaoslibra @4rmins @harryzcherry @luvvvamy

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. don’t try to copy/steal my work. do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[thoughtssvt]

Hero Talk Pod pt. 3

ft. Chargebolt (Kaminari Denki)

word association game

deku : alright! kaminari-kun we're gonna play word association. i'm gonna give you a hero and you say the first word that pops into your head, okay?

kaminari : gotcha, gotcha

dk : red riot

kami : smash

dk : …

dk : ... dynamight

kami : hard smash

dk : *amused* earphone jack 

kami : hot

*getting faster*

dk : mockingbird (hitoshi)

kami : SEXY

dk : deku

kami : AWOOGA

dk : *cackling* chargebolt

kami : GAY

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A/N : he did pretty good, if you ask me. anyway, please use my ask box if you have any reccs! i'd also love to hear from you :3

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[kaybug88]

Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Teacher!Reader

December 17th:

Shoto Todoroki x Teacher!Reader

"How much did this cost?" "Besides the point, do you like it?"   "Of course I do.”

Note: No use of Y/N!

TW: Upsettingly cute fluff, use of pet names (Angel, Love)

WC:

Requested: Nope!・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Finally, lunch.

You love your class, truly, you do, but they are wild; so now you're having your very much deserved break at your desk reading the little note Shoto put in your lunch.

Happy 5th anniversary, Angel. Hope your day is just as lovely as you are, and I can't wait to see you for our date tonight. Left you a new dress on our bed, just for my gorgeous girl.

-Love, your Shoto ♡

Smiling at the note, you pull open your wooden desk drawer and place it with the ever growing pile of notes. Even if you made the lunches, he always leaves notes the night before. Thinking over the words ‘Happy 5th anniversary’ is honestly weird, when you started dating he was just approaching top ten on the hero rankings, now, he was sitting proud in the top three. Smiling, you sink your teeth into your meal, a satisfactory hum leaving your lips. Before you know it, lunch is over and your students are piling into their seats. Putting a piece of gum in your mouth, you get up and get ready to start your personal favorite subject with this class; art. 

“Alright, who’s ready for some art?”

You ask your excited kindergarteners who’re all very clearly excited for some time to draw, even if you can’t tell what they’re drawing half the time. After getting the excited kids to quiet down, you continue.

“Today, we’ll be drawing. . . Heroes!”

You said happily, which caused the kids to cheer louder. You chuckle as they break out into their own little conversations about what to draw.

“I’m gonna draw Deku! He’s the best!”

“Nu-uh! Ururavity is better!”

“You’re both wrong, obviously Dynamight is the best!”

“I think Shoto is the best.”

“Chargebolt and Red Riot are awesome!”

“What about Creati? She’s amazing!”

You chuckle at hearing your students converse as you set out paper, crayons, colored pencils, and markers before walking back to the front of the class.

“Alright, everyone! Eyes up front.”

You say to the class, which almost every pair of big eyes turn to you. You clap your hands and prepare to talk.

“Now, I have a very big secret. Think you guys can keep it if I tell you?”

You say, getting eager nods and courses of yeses.“Alright. Well, I have a very special friend who can get your drawings to your favorite heroes to sign for you,  but in order for them to sign it, I need you all to be very good for the rest of the week. How does that sound?”

The children go berserk. They all get so excited at the fact you can get their lil’ ol’ kindergartner drawings signed by their favorite pros. How cool! After giving your class a reminder of how they have to be good for their pictures to be signed, they sit back down and get real’ quiet. You have each table send one person up to grab a box of pencils, markers, and a paper for everyone in their group.

You can see each student working hard at their drawings, their little tongues poking out with brows furrowed is both cute and funny to watch.Walking around the room you see multiple drawings of your friends. Lots of Deku, Dynamite, and Shoto, with the occasional sprinkle of Red Riot, Chargebolt, Ururavity, Earphone Jack, and a few others.

-

Grading. How fun. After all your students went home for the day, you had to stay in the class grading. Sure, it wasn't terrible, but it takes away from the time you could be spending picking up the house or getting ready for your date.

Shoot. Your date with Shoto.

You hastily check the clock and notice you've got three hours until your date. Now, that sounds like plenty of time. However, it's not nearly enough time when you include scrolling through Pinterest on makeup that'll match your dress, finding shoes that would look cute, scrolling on social media, showering and doing your hair! Not only that, but there's probably snow and ice on the roads. You quickly check how much grading you’ve got done, and decide you’ve gotten enough done today. 

-

You don’t think you’ve ever gotten home as quickly as you did today. Hastily parking your car, you dash inside, shoes click-clacking against the concrete driveway, that Shoto so kindly shoveled this morning before you left for work, up to your house. You fumble the keys before unlocking the door and dashing up to the room.

Upon entering the room, your jaw drops. The dress is gorgeous. Most gorgeous dress you've ever seen in fact. Brand new golden golden heels are laid next to the long black dress, they're pointed at the front and have a band that rests just above the ankle.

The dress is a whole different story though. It's long, flowy and feels like velvet. The fabric lays off the shoulder and the sleeves are long, golden rhinestones are embedded into the fabric along your cleavage and sleeves. There's a high slit that reaches about mid-thigh. On the chest of the black dress is a gold necklace and a thick golden ring.

You feel as though you can't breathe, not one bit. Carefully, you run your fingers over the delicate cloth. You let out a shaky breath before pulling out your phone to text Shoto.

Smiling to yourself, you grab your charger before heading to the bathroom to begin getting ready. Getting ready for your date tonight has got to be one of the most exciting things, and nerve-wracking things you've done in a while. Shoto was right, the dress fit you perfectly. Tight in all the right places, while keeping it classy. You almost cried at one point because of how pretty you looked, key word almost. After you're done getting ready, you feel as though this would be a perfect opportunity for a picture after walking back into your shared bedroom.

-

When Shoto arrives, exactly at the time he told you, you're scrolling on your phone. You haven't been here long, no more than ten minutes.

“Hello, love.”

He greets as he sits down across from you. He looks so good in a suit, it's a little upsetting that other women get to see him in it. He must notice that you're staring because he speaks up.

“Did I do something?”

He asks, his face falling ever so slightly.

“What? No, not at all! You just look so handsome.”

You reassure as he sits down. He looks. . . Nervous almost. Is he nervous? You brush it off before starting a conversation.

“How was work today? Saw that chase on the news today while the kids were doing some writing.”

You ask before glancing down at the menu, seeing a long list of salads, sushi, steaks and other amazing sounding foods.

“It was good, that chase was the most eventful thing I did.”

You hum before stealing a look outside the widow you've been seat next to, soft snowflakes beginning to fall.

-

And that's how the whole date goes. He's clearly nervous, and when you tried to ask him if he was alright, he brushed it off and only seemed worse! Why in the world would he be nervous, you've never really seen him nervous before. What in the world could be on his mind?

By the time you’ve left and paid the bill, you’re a little concerned. After you left, Shoto took you to  your favorite garden, and it looks absolutely stunning now that it’s winter. Cherry blossom trees have snow decorating each and ever brach, the small stream below you having froze over. Snow covered fairy lights are strung across traditional Japanese arches made of red wood. No matter your mood or the day, you’re always brought to peace here, and something that makes this place so special is that Shoto asked you to be his girlfriend here.

“Somethin’ on your mind?”

You ask Shoto after a pregnant pause. His steps stutter ever so slightly and you quirk a brow in response. Okay, something is definitely on his mind.

“Actually there is something on my mind.”

He says after letting out a small breath. Neither of you speak until you reach the bridge, exactly where he asked you to be his girlfriend.

“What’s goin’ on, Sho?”

You ask a little nervously. He’s clearly having trouble figuring out how to say what he wants from the way his brows furrow and mouth opens and closes ever so slightly.

“So, Angel, do you know why I love you as much as I do?”

You’re shaking. Is he proposing? Is he breaking up with you? Oh dear, is he breaking up with you?!

“Why?”

You ask with a shaky breath, eyes glossing over at the thought of him breaking up with you or proposing. You still can’t quite tell what he’s doing.

“Well, you’re smart. You’re strong. You’re a hard worker. You’re brave. You’re kind. You’re respectful. You aren’t afraid to be yourself. I love how you always look out for others, and I simply can’t get enough of you.”

He goes on to say while slowly going down onto his left knee, a small black velvet box moving from his pocket and to his hand. How hadn’t you seen the imprint of the box?

“Will you marry me?”

You’re shaking and tears are clouding your vision, and you’re more than sure makeup is streaming down your face. 

“Of course! Yes, yes, yes!”

You cried as you got down and hugged him as tightly as you could. You know you’re getting  tears and probably  mascara on his suit, but you couldn’t care less right now.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

A/N: Stop, I actually loved this 🥹🫶

[peachsukii]

Birthday: April 17th Zodiac: Aries Hair: Blonde Eyes: Green Quirk: Psionic Explosion - ability to release powerful psychic explosions via psionic energy manipulation Likes: Baking, animals, loud music, drawing, fashion, collecting hero merch Dislikes: Winter, spiders, swimming, thunderstorms Aspirations: Wants to take over the agency when she's older and walk in her father's shoes as a top hero. Otherwise, she'd love to open a hero-themed bakery. Favorite Heroes: Dynamight (she's a super fan of her dad!), Red Riot, Deku, Earphone Jack, Uravity, Alien Queen Hero Alias: Supernova Born in our early thirties; Ryuko's a firecracker, inheriting a lot of her father's personality but a happy-go-lucky kid all the same. A force of nature, you better not stand in the way of her goals because she will not quit until she's the winner. (Sound familiar?) She's soft underneath her fierce competitive genes and a total sweetheart. She's a tough kid, never afraid to stand up for whatever she thinks is right. All of her teachers praise her leadership abilities and creativity. Growing up, Ryuko's a total daddy's girl and doesn't leave his side - they're inseperable. The only other people she follows around like a puppy is Kirishima (better known as Uncle Eiji or Uncle Red when she's older) and Jiro (Auntie Jiji). She picks up on his speech patterns, too, especially the wild nicknames (and cursing). She loves to spend time with me in the workshop, too and plays with my tools to figure out how they work.

♡ favorite time of day as a kid ♡ high school fashion ♡ nursery inspo mood board ♡ fights at school

dear daughter, I was just like you. and just like me, you're gonna make it through. these are words that every girl should have a chance to hear: there will be love, there will be pain. there will be hope, there will be fear. and through it all, year after year, stand or fall, I will be right here. I will be right here for you. @/fittsythesnail

[dark-elf-writes]

Do you think that Mina helps Earphone Jack with her graffitis in the vigilante AU? Then listens to Momo like "no way girl"

The idea of Mina essentially playing both sides is so great particularly because you know she would live for hearing both Momo and Kyoka telling their version of the night’s ridiculous pining/hardcore flirting. She is there tagging building and nodding along to Kyoka freaking out about the pretty hero one day and the next she’s sitting on Momo’s desk at the agency kicking her feet as Momo tries to look so proper and put together like she’s not blushing bright red as she talks about her patrol that was interrupted.

Truly a queen that can do both

[five-rivers]

Danger First chapter 16

Izuku could try to get the star back, but even without his quirk, Mr. Yamada was good at close combat.  He had to be, to break up the Bandomeer trafficking ring without any harm to the victims, who were being used as hostages!

“Come on, listener, the middle of a battle is no place for woolgathering!”

Izuku felt himself blush.  He hadn’t been woolgathering, he'd been assessing the situation.  

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“You've got to learn to do that on the move, I'm afraid, Ninth,” said Nana.  

“He was doing just fine with that until he saw who it was attacking him this time,” said Banjo.  “Is it because he's a teacher?”

“I'm afraid it's because Izuku is a nerd,” said Yoichi, with mock grimness.  

“I bet you're just saying that because you've never had a teacher.”

“No, no,” said En, “he's got a point with this one.”

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Izuku took a deep breath, then yelled as loud as he could.  “HEY, EVERYONE, THERE'S A STAR OVER HERE, PRESENT MIC'S GOT A STAR, EVERYONE COME AND GET IT!”

“Oh, man, listener, that’s just cruel.”

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“You can't tell me that isn't at least a little devious,” said Third. 

“I don't want to hear that from a guy who lied to everyone about my entire life.”

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“An interesting strategy there.”

“And a valid one.  Students who already have a star, or who are already engaged in a battle for one, won't risk a fight with a teacher, unlike those who don't.  Wonder can tell who has a star by seeing who is moving within earshot.”

“Indeed he can.  But let's not miss out on the rest of the battles taking place.  Froppy and Earphone Jack are having quite the showdown with Jack Mantis and Dragon Shroud–”

Izuku scanned his surroundings as he jogged away.  There were knots of battle, mainly class B fighting either each other or Izuku’s classmates, or hero students keeping packs of gen ed and support kids at bay, with varying levels of success.  

But there was the strange silver Kirishima, all by himself, and with a star in his hand.  Izuku was pretty sure he could take him.  Or at least steal the star from him.  They were almost halfway through the event, and at least Hatsume and Izuku still needed stars.  

The explosions Izuku had been hearing in the distance abruptly grew closer, and Izuku didn’t even need Danger Sense to know he had to dodge.  

“DEKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”

The explosions cut off as Kacchan pulled back his right fist and barred his teeth in a kind of snarl.  

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“Now that’s what I’d call telegraphing,” said Banjo.  

“Hm,” said En.  “If he’s really as smart as Ninth thinks, it might not be telegraphing.”

“Even smart people make stupid mistakes,” said Yoichi.  “We wouldn’t be here if they didn’t.”

“I object to your characterization of your brother,” said Hikage.  

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Right hook, as always– Or was it?  He’d been getting the same lessons as Izuku.  At this point, shouldn’t he know not to–

Danger Sense decided for Izuku, the spike of real pain driving him to dodge the blow.  His next move was just as automatic, but driven by practice.  He grabbed Kacchan’s arm and used it to flip Kacchan over his head.  It worked, sort of, but Kacchan reacted fast enough to negate the flip with a blast of his quirk, and transformed the motion into a straight-down punch at the top of the arc.  Izuku ducked out of the way and rolled.��

He bounced back up, tapping Float just a little, to put a little extra spring in his step.  If Kacchan still didn’t know Izuku could Float, then he could use that to surprise him, if Kacchan got close again.  

He still needed a star.  

He licked his lips and looked over his shoulder.  Kacchan was just running, now, not using explosion to propel him.  As Izuku had half expected, he was reaching Explosion’s short-term limit.  

Then, he skidded to a stop, the ground in front of him abruptly more threatening than Kacchan behind him.  Was it one of the traps?

No.  No, it wasn’t, but what it was wasn’t much better.  Class B’s first recommendation student, Honenuki, who had made the area into a kind of swamp.  It seemed to be defensive in nature rather than offensive, but that didn’t make it less of an impediment.  

He turned around.  

“No one’s around to save you, Deku.”  Kacchan stepped forward menacingly.  “Whatever dirty tricks you used to get here, it’s over.”

Izuku swallowed and sidled sideways, trying to get into a better position.  

“You ignoring me?”

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“He’s not ignoring you,” said Yoichi, clearly tense but trying not to show it.  

“Yeah!” said En.  “It’s just that he doesn’t think that what you’re saying is all that important.”

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“No, I just don’t think that what you’re saying is very important,” said Izuku, before feeling all the blood drain out of his face.

Where had that come from?

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“OOOOHHHHHHHHH!” said the ghosts.  

“Did you hear that?” said Yoichi, clutching En.  

“Did you hear that?” asked Nana, not speaking to the others, but Izuku.  “Did you hear us?”

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Well, wherever it had come from, it certainly had the effect of making Kacchan madder than mad, which was, well, it was kind of the point.  

“YOUUUUU!” screamed Kacchan.  “DON’T YOU MOCK ME, DEKUUUUUUUUUU!”

“I’M NOT MOCKING YOU, I WANT TO BEAT YOU!” Izuku screamed back, which was really the wrong thing to say, but what was he going to do?  What was he going to say?

Kacchan came at him again.  Right hook?  Izuku could flip him over into Honenuki’s swamp–  No.  This one was a feint, and without Danger Sense, he never would have seen it coming.  There was– Kacchan was just really great at this kind of thing.  He had fighting instinct that Izuku couldn’t match.  

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“That’s because you didn’t spend all of middle school getting into fights,” said Yoichi.  

“I think he did, though,” said En.  “Just… all with this kid.”

“Getting beaten up by this kid is what it sounds like,” said Banjo.  

“Okay, okay, whatever, help me think up a cool thing for Izuku to say to this jerk.  He might hear us again!”

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Izuku danced along the edge of Honenuki’s swamp, barely staying out of reach of Kacchan’s blasts.  It was a matter of centimeters, in some cases, and the familiar scent of singed hair and clothing was getting pretty strong.  

And then, when he was considering floating away, even if he couldn’t use Kacchan’s surprise effectively in this situation, he tripped backwards over a bush.  On the plus side, Kacchan hadn’t been expecting the bush, either, and when Izuku rolled away, he spotted the tell-tale flare of Aoyama and Hagakure seriously messing someone up.  He bounced to his feet and ran towards them.  

And then, the ground opened up.  

“AND THE HALFWAY MARK ON THE CLOCK KICKS OFF OUR ROBO INFERNO!” said Ms. Kayama, to raucous cheering.

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“Wow, modern people sure like their blood sports,” said Yoichi.  

“I remember super snuff ball was popular in the underground,” said Third.  “This is really nothing to write home about.”

“Yeah, but that was in the underground.”

Nana sighed.  “I hesitate to ask, but… super snuff ball?  Are you guys making things up?”

“When have I ever lied to you guys?” asked Yoichi.

“I would have said never, but then there’s the whole thing with Ninth’s… father.  And Third is just downright untrustworthy at this point.”

“Hey!”

“I think you have to take the L on this one, actually,” said En.  

Yoichi sighed.  “You have a point there, but Hikage will back me up.  Won’t you, Hikage?”

“Super snuff ball was the bane of all building inspectors in Japan.  Those poor basement supports…”

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Izuku caught the yellow gleam of a star affixed to the head of one of the larger robots, and a grin - incredulous and wobbly, but still a grin - spread over his face.  All that time he'd spent obsessing over what he could have done differently in the entrance exam had been worthwhile after all!

He could do this!  

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“Okay, I’m still– I don’t understand how the whole thing was supposed to work.”

“It wasn’t,” said Yoichi.  “It was just a bunch of people even more delusional than my brother acting out their death game fantasies while society broke down around them.”

“And destroying load-bearing walls,” said Hikage.

“That, too.”

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The first thing Izuku did was jump down into the hole the robots had been hiding in.  Being down there was such a disadvantage in terms of maneuverability and elevation that Kacchan would be taken aback by the choice.  

“DO YOU THINK YOU CAN BE A HERO WHILE HIDING LIKE A MOUSE, YOU FREAK?”

Or not.  Kacchan really had dropped down right after Izuku.  

Izuku dodged away, between the legs and treads of the emerging robot horde.  

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“So, it wasn’t actually called super snuff ball by the people doing it?”

“You can’t even get a bunch of normal people to agree on terminology, you think a bunch of bloodthirsty murderers is going to be any better?”

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A glance up at sounds of battle and falling metal debris showed a group of 1-B students - almost the same group as the one that had been knocked out of the air, earlier - attacking one of the star-wearing robots.  

“As we go on, we're starting to see more alliances between students!”

“Hm.”

As Izuku watched for larger falling scrap, he saw Hatsume swoop down and pluck the star from the other student’s grasp with an extendable claw.

Well, good.  That was one less thing to worry about, going forward.  

The boy with the comic speech bubble head made a loud noise, and his head turned into an enormous censor bar that unbalanced and broke not only the platform he and his classmates were standing on, but several nearby robots as well.  

As the robots tumbled into one another, they knocked loose metal paneling that rained down on Izuku and Kacchan.  Of course, the robots Kacchan didn't blast away restabilized themselves quickly and went back to shooting lasers and grabbing hapless students to carry them out of the stage.

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“That’s it!  No more questions about super snuff ball!  Learn to enjoy the crazy blood sports you have in the here and now!”

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Izuku grabbed a broad, shield-like piece of scrap and twisted, catching Kacchan's explosion with the metal.  He let it lift him, using just enough of Float to get him up above the robots’ heads before dropping again.  

“WHAT THE HELL!” shouted Kacchan from below.  “WHAT THE HELL?”

Kacchan had amazing lung capacity.  

Meanwhile, Izuku skidded across a robot's shoulder then jumped to another that was moving to the side of the hole.  He rode along with it for a bit, avoiding its cameras until it started to take aim at Shinsou and Kaminari, at which point Izuku distracted it and slammed his piece of scrap metal into a vital joint and–

Shinsou and Kaminari!

Izuku hopped off the disoriented robot onto grassy ground and ran to meet them.  He had to fight a couple more robots to get to them, but Kaminari was zapping any robots that got too close to him or Shinsou.  

As Izuku got closer, Shinsou faltered, doubling over to rest his hands on his knees.  “That guy,” he said, between sharp breaths, “just keeps going.”

“So did you, if you got this far.”

“Should we jump in?” asked Kaminari, gesturing vaguely towards the scrum of robots with the star he was holding In his left hand.  

“No, let Kacchan take care of it.”

Shinsou raised an eyebrow.  “Are you sure he's gonna be–?”

A larger than usual explosion cut him off, and Kacchan marched out of the flaming remnants.  “Again?” he snarled, sounding distinctly out of breath.  “When will you extras get a clue and realize this Deku's just gonna drag you down?”

Shinsou sneered.  “Why don't you get a clue and mind your own business, Kacchan?”

“You f–”

Kacchan's face went disturbingly blank and slack.  

“Give me your star and walk out of this arena,” ordered Shinsou.  

Kacchan, moving like a sleepwalker, did just that.  Izuku watched in amazement.  “Is he really going to just… do that?”

“Probably not,” admitted Shinsou, wiping sweat from his face.  “Maybe- Maybe if we were closer to the edge, but he'll probably snap out of it before then.”

“Hey, do you need any help finding a star?” asked Kaminari. “There's not much time.”

Izuku shook his head, already floating up.  “I'll get one from the robots.  You guys should find somewhere to hide.  Probably no one will look under the robots.”

“Ooh, good idea!”

“What the hell, they're still on fire!”

“Not all of them!”

Izuku looked around.  Hatsume had snatched the nearest star, but he'd seen others - there were too many people directly fighting robots, anyway, for that to be the only one.

There.  He let himself down again, and started running over, acquiring a few pieces of metal pipe and sheeting on the way.  He needed some way to fight.  

He reached the robots and went up, bobbing a few times to avoid being hit by the robot's lasers.  He landed, and narrowly avoided a fight between Ectoplasm (who was also in the PE uniform!  Wow!) and a class B student who was doing a credible job of hiding in Ectoplasm's shadow, but a less good job of retrieving the star Ectoplasm was keeping from him, even as the robot tried to flick them off its back. 

Izuku gritted his teeth, dropped to the robot's treads, and slammed his pipe into the most delicate-looking bit of machinery he could.  The robot didn't stop, but it stuttered, and Izuku shot back up in time to yank the star from Ectoplasm's hand and then kept going, out of Ectoplasm’s reach.  

Only a minute left.  He couldn't relax.  Not yet.  He flicked his eyes over the ground.  It looked like most people in the hero course had stars at this point, and they were all separating out, moving away from one another of their own accord in favor of keeping away the remaining students from other classes or avoiding teachers and robots.  

It seemed oddly peaceful up here.  Other than a bunch of gen ed students trying to snipe him again.  Speaking of Snipe, there he was with some kind of… improvised lasso?  Was it made out of Shiozaki's vines?  It was hard to see from up here. 

He spotted the shadow kid again, this time teaming up with one of classmates, the girl with the mushrooms, to attack Tokoyami and Dark Shadow.  

It was not a good combination.  

“Hatsume!  Do you have a spotlight?”  He was really just hoping for a really big flashlight, but anything would do.

Hatsume didn't waste time responding.  Instead, she pulled a lever and a spotlight - a full-sized stage spotlight - popped out of her backpack.  Just in time, too.  Dark Shadow dissolved with a startled cry that Izuku would definitely feel guilty about later, but the class B boy fell out of the vanishing shadows, too, letting Tokoyami shield his star.  

A horn sounded over the stadium.  The robots abruptly shut down, and all the fighting petered off.  

“Now, that was a wonderful display of talent!”

“Training is more important.”

“And what about passion?” Ms. Kayama interjected to the laughter of the crowd.  “Everyone with a star, please come up to the front stage.  Everyone else, please head to the medical area to be checked out!  If you're stuck, one of the teachers will be with you shortly.”

Izuku and Hatsume descended together.  “What d'you think the next event will be, Grappling Hook?”

“No idea,” said Izuku.  “It could also be something completely new.  Some kind of race?  Not capture the flag or anything based on resource gathering after this one…  It's usually at least based on an actual sport of some kind…  Hope they'llat least let us pick our own teams…”

“You think they won't?”

“Oh!” said Izuku, startled from his muttering.  “I mean, I hope they will?  They have in the past.  But there's no real guarrantee…”  

They reached the stage, and Izuku was glad to see that everyone in 1-A had made it, along with Shinsou.  Well, Todoroki wasn't there yet, but that seemed to be more because escaping from his ice castle took time, rather than because he hadn’t passed.  

The rest of the students present seemed to be from class B.  The shadow boy hadn’t made it.  

Kacchan had.

Izuku swallowed, and tried to keep as many people between himself and Kacchan as he could while navigating towards Tokoyami and Dark Shadow.  On the way there, he was greated with so many congratulations that people started calling him ‘Strawberry’ again.

“Sorry for the light,” he said, bowing.  

“Sometime light is the only available method of controling the darkness which besets us,” said Tokoyami, gravely.  

“Yeah!  Otherwise that guy would have crawled all over me!  It was gross.”

“Still,” said Izuku, “I wish I could have done more.  And now, whatever group I'm on is going to have to deal with Kacchan in the next event!  Things didn't go according to plan at all…  And I wasn't really able to help anyone…”

“Perhaps,” said Tokoyami, “but without your efforts, there would have been no plan at all.”

“He's right, Midoriya!” said Iida, energetically.  “Without your insights, our cooperation would have been lacking.”

“But everyone worked on the plan.  And Monoma is the one who came up with the idea of cooperating in the first place.”

Monoma slung an arm around Izuku's shoulders, nearly making him jump out of his skin.  “While I am pleased to accept your acknowledgement of my contributions, you were called up to the principal's office, too.  We must all share the blame.”

“What blame?” asked Uraraka.  “That was really fun, wasn't it?”

Todoroki finally climbed the stage, to scattered applause, and Ms. Kayama called them to order.  

“First, I'd like to say congratulations to all forty of you on making it this far!”  She paused, letting the audience cheer.  “But there are two more to go before we find the real winner!  Take a look at the stars you fought so hard for.”

The star in Izuku's hands made a small clicking noise.  He looked down to see that the seam around the outside edge had widened.  

“That's right, open them up and find your prize inside!”

Carefully, Izuku pried the two halves of the star apart.  Inside was a lot of shaped packing foam, a two thousand yen gift card to a local café, and… a badge?  He tucked the other half of the star under his elbow and pulled out the badge to inspect it more closely.  It was star-shaped, with a metallic edge and back, and a purple enamel front.  

There were words on it: UA SF 2XXX FIVE-LEGGED RACE TEAM 7.  

“Sweet!” said Dark Shadow, yanking an identical pin out of Tokoyami's hand.  “We're on the same team, Strawberry!”

“His hero name is Wonder, Dark Shadow,” said Tokoyami, swiping the badge back.  “But yes, it does appear as if we are to be compatriots in darkness.  What team are you on, Uraraka?”

“Team?  Oh!” said Uraraka, tearing her eyes away from the gift card.  “Right.  I’m on Team Nine.  Black.”

“So am I,” said Monoma with a sort of evil grin.  

“Go ahead and put on your badges,” said Ms. Kayama.  “And no swapping!  Our next event is a Five-Legged Race.  It's just like a three-legged race, but with five people!  We're going to have a one hour break for everyone to get patched up and make plans with their groups, and to prepare the arena for the event.  Make sure you take advantage of it!  Only the first four groups to get their whole team across the finish line will move on.”  Ms. Kayama put down the microphone.  “Seriously, go get checked out in the medical tent.  There’s always someone who has a worse injury than they think.  Come on.”

“-should I say?  Whoops.  Ahem.  Please enjoy viewing our recreational games, and select clips from the first event.”

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“So, what do you think of the teams?” asked En, reading off the screen Izuku was looking at while waiting for his turn getting checked up.  

The list looked like this:

TEAM 1: RED - PLAMO, TWINKLE, DRAGON SHROUD, SHEMAGE

TEAM 2: ORANGE - B17, FROPPY, CELERITY, TENTACOLE

TEAM 3: YELLOW - TAILMAN, RED RIOT, MINES, RULE

TEAM 4: GREEN - A15, BATTLE FIST, MOCK, GEVAUDAN

TEAM 5: CYAN - ROCKETTI, CHARGEBOLT, ANIMA, MUDMAN

TEAM 6: BLUE - INVISIBLE GORILLA, SUGARMAN, CELLOPHANE, EMILY

TEAM 7: PURPLE - LIZARDY, B12, WONDER, TSUKUYOMI

TEAM 8: MAGENTA - SPIRAL, WELDER, RIPLEY, COMICMAN

TEAM 9: BLACK - URAVITY, MR. MIRROR, BRIGID, EARPHONE JACK

TEAM 10: WHITE - CREATI, JACK MANTIS, VINE, REAL STEEL

“Team Nine is going to blow everyone else out of the water,” said Banjo.  “They won’t even have to run.  They’ll just do the rocket thing, and boom, that’s it.”

“For being random, the other groups aren’t bad, either,” said Nana.  “I can see that some groups will have more trouble being fast than others, but that’s not the only aspect of this race.  You have to be able to work with others.  Ability to attack or impede other groups also matters.”  She paused for a long moment.  “Of course, Team Nine will still win–”

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Izuku adjusted the spare PE uniform he'd been given.  He hadn’t really needed it, his original hadn't been that singed, but the upperclassman assisting Recovery Girl had given him a look and said, “No costume malfunctions this year.”  Which Izuku really couldn't argue about.  So.  

“You Midoriya?” asked a tall, thin girl with green hair.  

“Uh, yes, yes, that's me.  You're Tokage?”  Tokage, if Izuku remembered correctly, was class B's other recommendation student, and probably the owner of the half a head he'd seen at the beginning of the first event. 

“Got it in one.  Betcha you're wishing you were on the green team too?” she asked, tugging her own hair.

“Um, not really?”  If anything, he would rather be on Team Nine.  

She laughed.  “Come on, I already met your spooky friend, but Tsuburaba fell out of the sky so many times they're checking him out real carefully.”  She half turned, motioning him to follow.

“R-right!  He's the one who can make invisible platforms?”

“More than platforms,” said Tokage, “but he can explain better than I can.”

“Ah!  Midoriya!” called Iida, power walking towards them.  Tsuyu and Shouji were caught in his wake.  “Wait a moment, please!”  He stopped a few feet away, and bowed deeply to Tokage.  “I apologize for my rudeness, this will only take a minute.  Midoriya, I– That is to say, we–”

“We're not going to stand down just because we're grouped with Bakugou, kero,” said Tsuyu.  

“But we apologize in advance for anything–”

“No, no,” said Izuku.  “S-sorry!  But he's always been that way, I wouldn't hold it against you, no matter how he acts.”

“That's why we must apologize!” said Iida.  

“Oh.  Um.  I accept your apology?”

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“Is it bad of me that I was hoping they'd say they were going to throw the match?” asked Yoichi.

“Yes,” said Hikage.

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Tokage led Izuku a few more steps away, to where Tokoyami was sitting on a bench, feeding apple slices to Dark Shadow.

“Can she eat those?” Izuku asked, fascinated. 

“Not really, but she likes the texture,” said Tokoyami, wiping his hands off on his legs.  “I see you have found our present compatriot.”

“Yes!” said Izuku.  

“So,” said Tokage, “I was thinking this'd be a good time to share our quirks and make a plan.”

Izuku nodded and pulled out his notebook.  “Great!  I have a few questions I wanted to ask you about how you levitate your pieces and whether one piece is considered the ‘main’ piece and how much force you can apply and–”  

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“When did he even get the chance to pick up that notebook?” asked Nana.  

“I think it was in the waiting room, when he passed through to go to the bathroom,” said En.  “But since we're between events, I have just one more question about super snuff ball.”

“Ugh,” said Yoichi.  “Fine.”

“What happened to it?  Like, there are still underground fighting rings or whatever, but not actual murder games.”

“Well, it turns out that if you steal all of the money from the guys making book for those places, the whole setup sort of falls apart.”

En blinked, then turned to Third.  “Why didn't you tell that story instead of the Dumas ones?”

[irisintheafterglow]

More Than It Seams (Chapter 5)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 3k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader but they do wear a dress, mentions of food/eating, mention of character death/disappearance, descriptions of wounds and blood

note: final chapter!!!! i hope you liked this lil series, it's my first time writing a longer story like this so hopefully they only get better with time :D

likes/reblogs/feedback are appreciated :) thank you for all your support <3

The click of heels against wood startles you from sleep, and you fumble around for that pair of fabric shears in a half-awake daze. Your shoulders and lower back ache from sleeping slumped against the couch, legs protesting spending the night on the floor. A gentle voice calls your name from the other side of M’s office door, patient and kind. The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but you can’t remember where you’d heard it before. 

Cautiously pulling back the door, you’re met with a loungewear-clad woman, long black hair messily tied back and looking very flushed like she’d gone on a run. You take in her large, worried eyes and the pieces finally click in your exhausted brain. 

“And with the establishment of this company, I hereby pledge my full support to the expansion of Quirk-related employment to all women. Congratulations, M; The Creati-Earphone Jack Agency wishes you the best in your future endeavors. -Yaoyorozu Momo”

“Hi,” she says warmly. Her slender fingers find your shoulders and she looks you up and down for injuries. “Are you two doing okay? I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to get here sooner. I received Midoriya’s message only an hour ago.” 

“It’s alright, we’re doing okay; I don’t wanna speak for Shoto, but he’s been sleeping deeply for the past few hours.” A glance over your shoulder reveals his face contorted and breath shaky, like he’s having a nightmare. You’d woken up several times during the few hours you’d spent with him to find his hand desperately squeezing yours like you’d vanish if he let go, or frantically choking out your name under his breath. Now, even with Momo in the room with you, your body moves instinctually, quietly sitting beside him and taking his hand in yours, fingers intertwining naturally. His breathing calms instantly. “You’re here to take him somewhere safe, right?” Deku had mentioned something about making a call before he’d taken off to sort out the rest of whatever mission had gone awry. Like Deku, you couldn’t help wishing that you’d met the sponsor of the company under different circumstances.  

Momo continues to stand in the middle of the office, watching you care for Shoto in awe. “Yes, though it looks like you’ve already got it all under control.” She gives you a knowing smile, raising her pristinely-shaped eyebrows. You laugh tiredly, shaking your head. As much as you loved being with Shoto, your body was screaming at you in need of a shower, food, water, and better rest.

A worrying thought pops into your mind. He’d said that hospitals weren’t safe, so it was fair to assume that nowhere else that would recognize him was safe, either. “You’re not planning to bring him back to his agency, are you?”

“Absolutely not,” she says adamantly as relief floods your body. “I’ll probably bring him to our apartment, and I’ll call in a few favors to make sure he recieves medical attention without alerting the press.” A moment passes while you work through what she’d said. Sudden embarrassment and confusion spread across your face as you replay what she said. Our apartment, she said. You blinked, unable to process what you were hearing. Had you been trying to win Shoto when he was already in a committed relationship?

She notices your spiraling thoughts, an equal amount of panic washing over her face while she stutters out an explanation. “Oh, no! No, no, not our apartment,” she supplies, gesturing between her and a still unconscious Shoto. Her elegant limbs flail in a rushed attempt to fix what she’d said, reminiscent of a ballerina trying to dance polka. “I mean, um, my apartment with Jiro. You know, Earphone Jack?” You nod, more pieces starting to click into place. Momo’s face has become several shades redder despite the pink of her complexion when you’d opened the door. “It’s…not something that I’d like the general public to know yet. So if you wouldn’t mind–”

“Of course. You don’t need to worry about me. I have more than enough to take care of,” you reassure her, pointing a thumb over your shoulder at the idiot on the couch. She smiles again, warm like the sunrise and radiating gratitude. Soon, she’s slinging Shoto’s arm over her shoulders and dragging him, half asleep, out the backdoor just as light starts to peek over the horizon. 

“Get some rest, and thank you,” she says before disappearing into the city. “I hope to see you tonight!”  

You crash onto your bed at 6:00, bloody clothes and all, only waking up briefly to deliriously explain to your roommate that it wasn’t your blood. Thankfully, she must have realized that you needed sleep more than you needed a wellness check, and you blink your eyes open naturally around 2:00 in the afternoon. Your body feels the grossest its ever been as you inspect the blood covering your clothes and sweat making your skin sticky to the touch. You take a few painkillers and stumble into the shower, relishing the warmth of the water cleaning the grime from your body. 

“Oh, thank God, you’re awake,” your roommate gasps as you walk into the living room in pajamas, nonchalantly brushing your teeth for the first time in 24 hours. Her eyes run over your body anxiously, and you make a mental note to get her flowers as an apology for worrying her. “You okay?” You give her a dull thumbs up, and she laughs. “Thumbs up if you’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened last night. After you quit your job.” You grin, sticking a thumb up again before returning to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste. 

The ball officially starts at 7:00, but experience taught you that many tend to arrive early to take photos without waiting in line; being at the ball by 6:00 was the wisest choice if you wanted to catch glimpses of the heroes wearing the pieces you designed before they disappeared into the crowd. By 5:30, your makeup is nearly done and you’re ready to slip into your dress when you hear your roommate call for you from the living room window. 

“Hey, there’s a police car outside.” You set the curling iron down on the bathroom counter, rushing out to see what your roommate was talking about. 

“What?”

“There’s an unmarked car outside.” Sure enough, an unmarked black SUV was parked on the curb outside of your apartment window, concerningly parked on the side not facing the street that only residents were supposed to be able to access. 

“Maybe it’s not here for us.”

“Then why’d it pull up to the window where it knows we can see it?” 

“Coincidence? I think you’re being a little too paranoid. If I was followed, someone would have kicked down our door a few hours ago.” She looks at you skeptically and you turn back to the bathroom. 

“Oh, shit!” Her hand yanks your forearm back to the window, and your jaw hangs open in shock.

“Oh, shit,” you echo as Shoto steps out of the car with a garment bag over his shoulder. He spots you both gawking at the window, giving a casual half-smile and a wave of his free hand. 

You don’t even ask how he found your apartment number in the first place as you throw open the front door. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” 

His soft smile turns into a face of bewilderment. “You’re not happy to see me?” 

Your mind runs at two thousand miles per hour, imagining your job on the line because you kept the number three hero from arriving at the ball on time. “You’re not supposed to be here!” 

His voice falls flat. “You’re unhappy to see me.” The disappointment on his face sends you reeling backward to try to fix it. 

“No, no, God, no.” You grab his hand in both of yours, tugging him into your apartment while your roommate runs for cover. “I’m happy you’re here, I promise, but you’re supposed to be there early for photos.” You do a mindless spin in your living room, unsure of what to do about the man standing in your entryway. You catch a glimpse of your unfinished curls in the mirror and settle for returning to the bathroom, ignoring the amused smile from Shoto as he watches you hurry about. 

His voice follows you into the bathroom, and he leans against the doorframe nonchalantly. “I can’t be there without my plus one, and I need some help getting dressed.” Your eyes find him in the mirror reflection, questioning why he needs your help. He sighs like a spoiled prince who didn’t want to go to court. “I’m not in the mood to explain to my team why I have a dozen fresh wounds.” 

Your mouth forms a single oh in understanding, wrapping another strand of hair around the barrel of the iron. “It’s usually stylists that get heroes ready, you know. My job is just to make the clothes, not put them on you.” 

“I know. I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion,” he apologizes but makes no move to leave. If anything, his mouth quirks like he’s trying to fight back a laugh. 

“You’re enjoying this, you asshole,” you smile, ducking under the sink and rummaging around for the hairspray. Shoto’s pretty hand finds the edge of the counter wordlessly, protecting you from knocking your head. 

“Enjoying what? Being in your company after missing it for a day? I wasn’t aware that was a crime.” His two-toned eyes shine, and you give him a single spritz of hairspray, sending him laugh-coughing as you move back into your room. 

Shoto stands respectfully at the doorway of your room, waiting to be invited inside with an expectant look. “Go change in the bathroom first, then I’ll help you with the finishing touches.” His mouth opens in protest, but you beat him to an answer. “I’m aware that I’ve already seen you with no shirt, Sho. It’s different when you’re not bleeding out at 1:00 in the morning.” Rolling his eyes dramatically, he closes the bathroom door. While you wait, you finish touching up your hair and slip into your dress.

You almost cry when he leaves the bathroom, frozen in front of him. He looked incredible, the way the button-up accented his lean body and the trenchcoat swept elegantly in the back. He’d combed half of his hair back, leaving a few red strands falling on his forehead. When he turned to let you see the other side of the coat, your heart stopped as you took in the dueling cranes stretching across his back. The detail you added made it look like the design was printed, but the texture revealed that all of it was thread. 

“Wow.” At first, you’d thought the word came from your mouth, but you looked to see Shoto’s jaw slack as he took in you in your dress. “You look…wow.” 

You chuckle, suddenly a little bit embarrassed at how much skin you were revealing around your neck and shoulders. “You look pretty ‘wow’ too.” There it is, that stupid smirk that sends butterflies into a frenzy in your stomach. “C’mere, though. I think one of the buttons loosened while you were getting dressed.”  

He lets you drag him in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of your room, and you grab a spool of white thread from your drawer. Standing in front of him, you smell his cologne again and his breath, minty and fresh. His eyes rake over your face and your body as you fight to keep your hands from shaking. It felt harder than ever to focus as you looped the thread through the buttonholes and tied it in the back, dropping the thread to maneuver the button into its hole. 

His hands stop you, holding them there against his chest as you meet his eyes. “I have a confession.” His voice is a murmur meant for only you to hear. Your eyebrows raise in question to make up for the words caught in your throat. “I broke the button on purpose…and all the buttons.” 

Your eyes trail down his chest, confusion setting in as you see fully intact buttons. Maybe he hit his head when Deku brought him to you. 

“Not…not those.” His gaze turns down and he smiles fondly as he brushes the pad of his thumb over yours. A lightbulb goes off in the back of your mind, and you look at him, stunned. 

"No."

"Yes."

“All those visits to the office?”

“On purpose.”

Your heart slams against your ribcage and your mouth struggles to create coherent words. “But why? 

“Because I wanted to see you.” He looks down at you like you are all the lights in the sky. "All I've wanted is just to see you."

"And here I am."

"And there you are."

“So you still were interested even after I made that dumb thumb joke the first day?” You huff out a laugh to relieve some of the tension in your chest, and he grins at you. 

“Especially after that.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. He was so close, close enough that you could…

“Can I–” 

“Please.”

You’re barely able to nod before he pulls you in, pressing your lips against his. He kisses you sweetly, hands finding your hips and your arms settling around his neck. You fiddle with the hair at the base of his neck and he hums into your mouth, rubbing his nose against yours as he pulls away. He leaves a feather-light kiss on your forehead and your eyes flutter close, leaning into the gentleness of his touch. 

You sigh, head tilting to check the clock on your nightstand. He groans when you look at him, silently telling him you both have to go and you can’t help beaming. “I know. As much as I also want more–” 

“I have to show off your craftsmanship first,” he finishes. 

His hand finds a home on your thigh during the entire ride to the ball, absentmindedly tracing circles with his fingers on the silk of your dress. You realize that kissing him was unlocking a part of Shoto he’d previously shut off purposefully, giving you a chance to back out if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings. But now, since you’d made your feelings clear minutes before, you found that there wasn’t a time when part of him wasn’t touching you. His hand was on your thigh in the car; his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you stepped out; his fingers firmly intertwined with yours as he guided you through swarms of cameras. Before you have to go separate ways so he could pose for pictures, he squeezes your hand and shoots you a thumbs-up. You give him a thumbs up back and steer around the backdrop of the red carpet. 

“Oh, you’re here.” A high-pitched, shrewd voice you’d only heard for the past weeks in your nightmares cuts through the sounds of camera shutters and interview chatter. You pivot on your heel, face to face with M. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here considering the shitshow of an office you’ve been running in my absence.” 

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “What are you talking about?” 

“My phone has been blowing up lately with agencies calling my number. My personal number! Of course, I haven’t answered any of them because I’m on leave. But that just goes to show how well you’re running the business,” she says, giving you a conniving smile. “I can’t say that I’m not disappointed. All these years and you still haven’t learned anything about running a company.” You’re speechless, and your gaze falls on her pregnant belly. “Oh, her? Yeah, she’s not supposed to come for another four months, so I’ll have to leave again, but not with you in charge.” 

Frustration wells up in your eyes and throat, threatening to spill over and confirm to M that you’re too weak to run a business. She had zero idea what you’d been doing these past two weeks, cleaning up her mess and carrying her slack on your shoulders all without her industry contacts that did most of the hard work for her. If you weren’t in public, the back of your hand would already be finding the side of her foundation-caked face. 

“Love?” A gentle, familiar hand finds the small of your back as Shoto’s voice registers in your ears. All of his focus is on you and only you, not even a breath directed in M’s direction. Your boss is rooted to the floor in astonishment, and you watch in real-time as she puts on her entrepreneurial mask, sticking out her hand and introducing herself with fake diplomacy.  

“My friends would like to meet the designer of their pieces,” he says evenly to you, seemingly unaware of M’s presence. 

“I–”

“That would be me! So nice to meet you Todoroki. My name is M.” She shoves her arm out further, and you recoil backward. Shoto’s eyes flick over to her for a second, then return to you as you give him the faintest shake of your head.

He makes a great deal out of looking at M’s still-extended hand and her strained smile. “Why should I care to know you?” Brilliantly acted confusion paints his handsome features and you bite down the urge to laugh. You cut M off before she can reply. 

“She’s my former boss, Shoto.” She whirls on you, red spreading across her face. 

“Former?”

“Mhmm. I’m quitting.” Shoto mirrors your smirk and mouths a satisfied let’s leave, snaking his arm around your waist. 

“You can’t quit,” M hisses to your back. “You need me. You won't make it in this industry without someone like me.” 

“No, M. You need me, and I’m done with you.” You leave her trembling with rage, and Shoto pulls you closer to his body as he notices your fingers shaking from adrenaline. Looking up at him, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “What the fuck did I just do?” 

“You freed yourself.” 

“But the clients–”

“Are all right here,” he says, gesturing to the lineup of beautifully-dressed heroes standing around a cocktail table that cheers and smiles when they notice you approach. 

Momo snatches Jiro’s hand, pulling her to meet you in her extravagant gown and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You’re hit with a wall of expensive perfume and Jiro looks kindly at you, nodding in understanding as your nose scrunches from the strong scent. Deku looks relieved to see you both, bouncing on his heels excitedly as he takes in Shoto’s more-than-friend proximity to you. Bakugo gives you a curt nod, and you swear you hear a small apology for last year under his breath. Sero, Mina, and Kirishima introduce themselves as well, singing your praises for the amazingly crafted pieces they wear. In the midst of all of this, Shoto settles at your side, poking his thumb up as you ease into this new life, this new life with him.

[bberry005]

[present mic voice] KYOUKA JIROU! HERO NAME: EARPHONE JACK! QUIRK: EARPHONE JACK! USING THE DEVICES ON HER EARS, SHE CAN HEAR SUPER QUIET NOISES FROM FAR AWAY, AND USING THE DEVICES ON HER HANDS, SHE CAN AMPLIFY HER HEARTBEAT!

anyway hello mha nation and pro hero jirou anyone? never forget how she and tokoyami faced down all for one while he was at full power and made it out alive. in the future i know my girl is TOPPING the charts due to her skill at long, undercover missions where she tracks serial killers like stain and her general popularity due to her music.

[mhabirthdays]

Happy Bithday

Kyoka Jiro (Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack) – August 1st

[gobblinggojo]

♡Movies: Denki Kaminari♡

♡Movies: Denki Kaminari♡

♡Warnings: angst to fluff, song lyrics are used♡

♡Summary: as a child, you had always wished for a love story much like the ones in the movies you would find yourself obsessing over. Denki Kaminari is the very male that has caught your loving gaze♡

♡Please like and reblog! And don’t be afraid to request any other story you wish to see with a My Hero character♡

As a child, I was obsessed with fairy tales and romance. I fell in love with the fictional worlds my mind frequently visited, watching in utter happiness as the two main love interests fell more in love with one another than they had at the start of the movie. 

In my head, I would be dancing in the arms of my lover; kissing under the stars as we told one another we loved each other. “I love you,” those three words are words I have waited endlessly to hear from him. I want a love like the movies. I always have and always will. 

For ages, ever since I had met him I had pinned helplessly for his love. He was beautiful; the sun–he could light up a room with just a single smile. He was Denki Kaminari; a boy in my class whom I was so hopelessly in love with. We had grown close at the start of the year, I sat right behind him in class. He would always turn around, sparking up a conversation with me, asking me about my day, or even just telling me I looked pretty that day. 

With every conversation, every innocent touch, every smile: I would fall harder and harder. My infatuation with Denki grew each day with each little interaction we had. 

If life were like the movies, Denki would return my feelings and be just as in love with me as I am with him. 

I learned the hard way that I was only viewed as a friend by Denki; our love was nothing more but an innocent friendship full of innocent, loving touches. We were at a party–a welcome party for us, the students, for moving into the U.A. dorms. 

His hand gripped mine, dragging me around everywhere, exploring our new home. “We can definitely do some serious movie watching in the common room, Y/n,” movies; my heart beats at the thought of the various romantic films that I was so in love with–the films in which I dreamed my life would turn into. No sound came out of my lips, he turned his head, beautiful yellow eyes filled with electricity gazing right into my own e/c orbs. I finally nodded in response, a smile grazing my features as he continued to drag me around. 

What started as an innocent adventure of our new home ended in complete and utter heartbreak. Denki and I had stopped exploring around for a moment, going outside to get a breath of fresh air. He leaned against the stone wall of the tall building, staring up at the night sky. The sky in which I oh so badly wished to dance under with him. His pale arms rested behind his head, a grin growing on his face as he studied the beautiful white dots in the sky–the stars. 

“I’m excited to live here with you guys, Y/n,” he turned his head, eyes locked with my own. “I’m really hoping I can grow closer to Jirou.” My heart shattered. I stared helplessly at Denki–wishing, praying, hoping that I had heard his words wrong. 

“Huh?” I sounded so dumbfounded as I spoke; embarrassing. “Ya know, Jirou? The girl with the earphone jacks,” his smile grew wider–eyes holding nothing but love inside of them as he stared back at the stars. He looked so in love–. “She’s gorgeous Y/n. I genuinely think I’m in love.”

His words stung. 

In my head we’d never grow apart, and in my head he would never break my heart. I was so stupid; real life is never like the movies. 

Now here I am, watching in complete and utter envy and sadness as Jirou and Denki held one another–dancing to some Ricky Montgomery song under the stars right outside of my dorm window. My heart ached. That was supposed to be me; my dream did not belong to me anymore, instead to another. 

I hold no hatred for Jirou; she’s a gorgeous woman who deserves so much–but why did it have to be Denki of all people? Why did I not deserve him?

I believe after that night in which I had my heart broken, Denki could sense a change in me. After that night, he ceased talking with me. Instead, growing closer with Jirou. I had lost a friend and a potential love all within a few short hours. 

They were holding one another so close; laughter erupting from Jirou’s mouth as she threw her head back–arms pulling Denki closer to her as he pressed a loving kiss against her shoulder. He looked so happy, their love was just like the love I had seen in the movies; the love that I had yearned for. 

In my head, that would be Denki and I dancing in the dark–kissing under the stars. But, it’s not what we’re doing; because real life is nothing like the movies. 

I felt so much envy and heartache in my heart, but I could never make myself hate Denki or Jirou. I continued to gaze out of the window; eyes watching sadly as they danced the night away with one another. Yellow eyes gazed over a clothed shoulder–locking in with my own eyes. A smile grew on my face, bottom lip trembling as he raised my hand up; giving Denki a small wave. He smiled in response. 

He smiled. 

My heartbeat quickened; I shouldn’t feel this way over such a small interaction. My eyes looked back out the window–for I had gazed down the moment he flashed his beautiful smile, only to find neither Denki or Jirou standing under the sky. My eyes widened; where could they have gone?

A knock sounded against my door–I turned in my chair, watching as the sun entered my room–Denki. He smiled sheepishly, holding his hand out to me, yellow eyes staring right into my own. “Come on,” his words echoed in my mind. To where? I wanted to question, but no words came out. My hand shot out, taking Denki’s in a loving grip. 

Soon, I was dragged outside–to the very spot in which he and Jirou had been dancing at. His arms wrapped around my waist, yellow eyes staring down at me, watching me intently. I could only stare up at him, my own arms wrapping around his shoulders without a word spoken. 

“Denki–,” he hushed me, his thumbs that rested on my sides rubbed soothing circles as we began dancing to a song that I did not bother listening to. All I could focus on was Denki as he held me close–dancing under the stars.

The stars watched us in envy; wishing they had what we had. 

“I’m sorry,” his words caught me off-guard, my head tilted up, eyes looking into his. “About?” A sad smile grew on his face, eyebrows knitting together in worry. “About not seeing it before,” his grip on me tightened as he pulled me closer, chin resting on top of my head. 

“Not seeing what exactly, Denki?” He chuckled, causing his shoulders to shake as he pulled away, staring down at me. “For not seeing that you love me, Y/n.” My heart stopped–time seemed to slow down as he leaned down, our lips were centimeters apart; he looked into my eyes, and without a word, our lips connected.

Before I got too lost in the kiss, I pulled away, staring up at Denki. “What about Jirou?” His thumbs once again began to rub calming circles into my side. “When we were dancing–she saw you. She was talking to me, pointing everything out to me..how you look at me, how you act around me,” he took a deep breath, pressing a chaste kiss against the skin of my cheek. “She made me realize that you were in love with me, Y/n.” 

My bottom lip trembled. “Do you–Do you love me?”

A wide grin grew on his face. “Y/n, everytime I look at you, I look at you like you’re perfect for me. You are a diamond–and I’m the ring,” he paused, pulling away from me. His hands flew up, pressing on either side of my face as he looked right at me. He had begun to wipe at the tears that were beginning to fall from my eyes. 

“In my head,” I began, my words were jumbled as I spoke; “we would always be dancing in the dark, and in my head, we would kiss under the stars,” I sobbed as I spoke. “I’ve always wanted a love like the movies.” 

A smile broke out on Denki’s face, he leaned in, pressing another kiss to my lips. “In my head, we never grow apart, and in my head I’ll never break your heart,” he spoke against my lips before pulling away. 

“Never?” I sniffled. His fingers raised up; wiping once more at my tears. “Never..” He whispered before our lips once more intertwined. 

In my head, we’re dancing in the dark and in my head, we kiss under the stars.

[saltysunflowersugar]

sometimes I mix up MH (Monster High) with MHA (My Hero Academia) so I decided to make a crossover AU between them

Alrighg, so I’ll just start with some very basic info, all of the MHA kids go to Monster High, although I think the ghouls and monsters going to UA would also be cool and I guess that could be some other AU, also don't ask me if I'll be using the G1 or G3 Monster High lore, because not even I know. Also, as for the character designs, monster high doesn't have a uniform so I’ll put the characters in their casual clothes but add elements of their hero costumes to give it a more monster high energy

• it was a little hard to think of what kind of Monster Aoyama would be since I wanted to maintain some variation of their quirks, and there aren't really any monsters that shoot lasers out of their stomach, so I decided to make him a cyborg, plus I think it would be cool if the armour and giant shades of his hero costume were part of his body

• Mina is just a straight-up alien, I mean she originally wanted her hero name to be Alien Queen, so it makes sense.

• Tsuyu is a Loveland Frogperson, of you don't know what that is, it's an American cryptid that's basically just a human-sized frog that walks on it's hind legs, so it's perfect for Tsu

• I decided to make Uraraka a ghost because not only would gravity perpetually not apply to her, but she would also have telekinesis and so, she could make gravity not apply to other things/people, which fits with both uses of her quirk

• Ojiro would basically not change at all, but I haven't really decided what specific kind of monster he would be, considering his quirk is literally just that he has a tail, IDK I'll have to get back to him

• Iida would be a steam-powered robot like Robbecca Steam, I thought of this because of the engines on his calves lol

• Kirishima would be a rock elemental, that feels really obvious

• Kaminari would be a Frankenstein's Monster like Frankie, because electricity

• I'm not really sure what species Koda would be, but then I remembered Jane Boolittle who can also talk to animals and whose species is ALSO unknown, so I thought "Eh, it's fine if I don't know because neither does Koji"

• I have no clue what Sato's species would be lol, I might have to get back to him too

• Mezo Shouji is pretty obvious, anthro octopus, maybe also like, part shapeshifter to explain how he can grow extra eyes and mouths at the ends of his limbs, maybe he's even related to Tamaki in this AU

• Jirou is a vampire, but I'm specifically more focused on the bat part than the undead part or the blood drinking part, my reason being that bats have really great hearing and can use ecolocation, plus I just want her to have really big bat ears with dangly chain earrings to stand in for her earphone jacks

• Since Sero's tape power is already supposed to be based on Spiderman's web-slinging, I've decided to make him an anthropomorphic spider like Wydonna

• Tokoyami is a bird man, not much about that changes, but as for how Dark Shadow exists, he's actually Tokoyami's twin who he absorbed in the womb (egg?) And now is sort of a ghost but was also never really alive to begin with? IDK I've seen this premise used in some Danny Phantom AUs and I couldn’t really think of any other way for Dark Shadow to exist

• Todoroki will be an anthropomorphic salamander because not only are there myths of Salamanders being birthed from flames, but there is also a real world salamander species that can turn its own blood into an antifreeze substance so that it can safely hibernate in the winter, IT’S JUST TOO PERFECT!!!

•literally nothing changes about Hagakure

• Bakugou is an anthropomorphic dragon, I know that doesn't really relate to explosions specifically but I wasn’t sure what else to do and breathing fire seemed close enough

• for Deku I was originally gonna make him human, but I thought of something infinitely funnier; he's half merman half centaur and inherited the human half from both of his parents

• I had a hard time coming up with something for Momo, but my friend suggested to make her a Demon because demons can create stuff out of thin air sometimes (and NO, her creations will not be coming out of her boobs in this AU, I am well aware of how often both demons and Momo Yaoyorozu are sexualized and I don't want to do that here, she'll just use her horns to make stuff)

• Shinsou as a siren feels like the most natural creature for him to be, especially since not only is he using a power that comes from his voice to make people do things they normally wouldn't, but sirens are typically seen as the evil counterpart to mermaids, much like how everyone perceives Shinsou's quirk as inherently villainous, so it fits really perfectly

[onepiecewantedposter]

Kyoka Jiro

Name: Kyoka Jiro Japanese name: 耳郎響香 Romanized name: Jirō Kyōka Epithet(s): “Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack” Code Name: Earphone Jack Race: Human with Quirk Occupations: Student, Training to be Pro Hero Family: Kyotoku Jiro (Father) Mika Jiro (Mother) Affiliations: U.A. High School Reward offered for her capture: 120,000,000 berries Capture: Dead or Alive Age: 16 years Date of birth: August 1 Height: 154cm Blood type: A Origin: Shizuoka Prefecture Residence: Unknown Status: Active Reasons for capture: Use of her Quirk for criminal activities (hypothetically), potential to disrupt public order with sound abilities.

Nombre: Kyoka Jiro Nombre japonés: 耳郎響香 Nombre romanizado: Jirō Kyōka Epíteto(s): “Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack” Nombre clave: Earphone Jack Raza: Humana con Don (Quirk) Ocupaciones: Estudiante, Entrenamiento para ser Pro Hero Familia: Kyotoku Jiro (Padre) Mika Jiro (Madre) Afiliaciones: U.A. High School Recompensa ofrecida por su captura: 120,000,000 berries Captura: Vivo o Muerto Edad: 16 años Fecha de nacimiento: 1 de agosto Altura: 154 cm Grupo sanguíneo: A Origen: Prefectura de Shizuoka Residencia: Desconocida Estado: Activa Motivos de captura: Uso de su Don para actividades delictivas (hipotéticamente), potencial para alterar el orden público con habilidades de sonido.

[was2backthen]

Depressed Jirou Oneshot (Kamijirou)

Jirou pov

I can’t. I can’t go on like this. It makes me sick to think that I used to be happy. When was it? When did these feelings start? When did I give up in life?

I remember that after high school, we all became heros. Some of us got really high in the ranks. I was pretty high too. Oh, and yes…. Denki was here. He was still alive. He used to come home everyday and tell me how he loved me. 9 years after I graduated, I was really good in life. I had moved in with Denki and we loved each other. I though that I was too fucking lucky to have someone like him. Then suddenly one day, he didn’t come home. I texted him and called him but he didn’t pick up. Then I put on the news. The headline screamed in red « Pro Hero Chargebolt Defeated by Villan » . I rushed to the hospital that he always went to. They didn’t even try to soften the news for me. I cried and cried for days. I quit work and I lost all my passion in music. There’s nobody here to tell me how amazing my voice sounds. Nobody to hug me when I feel sad or cuddle with to sleep.

One day, as I visit him at his grave, I see a little girl with her mom. I hear with my earphone jack the girl asking her mom when her dad will be back. The mom smiles sadly and says « Hopefully soon! » and I know that smile. The smile you try to make when you lose somebody to love. Like me. I don’t want to live anymore. If I leave, I can join Denki up there.

I visit Denki at his grave for what I plan to be the last time. « Bye… » I whisper softly to nobody. But it’s not to Denki. I’ll be up there soon. An old man walks up to me. « It’s hard to lose somebody you love so much, isn’t it? » he asks. I nod. « But.. I can give you a chance. » he says softly. « My quirk allows me to rewind anything» « I can go back to save him? » I ask looking up. « No, you don’t have to do that. I can turn back his time. He can come back » This is too good too be true. « You can turn back anything right? » I ask. He nods. I know what I want. I need time reminded back. It’s not only Denki’s life that was lost that day.

I open my eyes. « Hey beautiful ». I hear Denki’s voice. I turn around and see him on our bed. My eyes well up with tears. It’s him. He’s really back. I cry. I cry and cry into his chest and he holds me tight.

I check the date. The fight will be in 2 weeks from now. I go to my agency and call the others. I tell them that I heard villains planning about an attack. I make sure that there are more heros than there actually were in the real timeline.

We fought and in the end we won. We were tired but we made sure nobody died. Because nobody deserved to die.

Me and Denki finally got married. Mina was sobbing during the wedding. My dad looked really to attack Denki with his electric guitar any minute. I’m so glad. Thank you to the guy who helped me. I’m finally happy.