#hypocritehero

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@hypocritehero liked for a starter <3 

“Midoriya-kun?” The unsure and hesitant voice spoke as he approached Izuku’s desk. He had only just recently started, and was still having a bit of trouble navigating his way through the dorms. His room was already set up and stuff, and he’d been there at least twice by now since he’d only been at the school for two days, but.. he wasn’t exactly great with directions or finding his way around the school. Hell, he’d even been late to every single class he had.

He recognized the greenette, however. At least he thought it was him from the back of his head. He had asked a few students what his name was, getting the same answers. ‘Deku’ or ‘Midoriya Izuku’. So, he assumed there were two different people in the dorms called Deku and Midoriya. 

“You uh, you are Midoriya, right?”

[feralpig]

( @hypocritehero​ X )

Inosuke was quick to attempt to escape the grasp of Aizawa’s capture weapon, struggling against the grip and yelling unintelligible noises. “Oi, you think you can beat me?! You think you’re better than me, Ibuku Demorida?!” 

“Lemme go! AAAHHHRG!” He had to fight this guy! Had to prove he was better than him, that he himself was the best! He’d heard enough from Monoma about how this guy was super strong and how Inosuke could definitely beat him. He talked a lot of crap about a lot of the people in 1A, but Izuku’s quirk was what caught his interest the most, especially after the sports festival where he witnessed it in full blast. 

[maskedmuses-archived]

@hypocritehero​  ♡ ‘d this starter call!

It had been a few days since she had been able to see Izuku doing anything else besides his work study and secluded training. It had been nearly strange to see him present in the common room of the dorms. “Deku!” Ochaco chirped in surprise, encroaching upon him curiously. 

“I keep missing you whenever you come back. Do you actually have some free time today?”

[hxlfsoul]

♡ / @hypocritehero​

HIMI SHOTO HAD SPENT HIS ENTIRE LIFE LIVING UNDER THE IDEAL THAT HE SHOULD BE SEEN BUT NEVER HEARD, silent to a fault even around others. When he did speak, his voice sounded scratchy & was never much louder than a whisper — never heard, rarely listened to, it was no different now than it had always been & he was quick to make an effort not to disturb people at U.A. He wasn’t even meant to be there, after all, barely managing to escape homeschooling by applying behind his father’s back & it had ended up with him being disowned, living with his older sister after she moved out.

( quirkless people aren’t people, shoto, his father once told him. you are not a person, not to anyone else. )

That was the version of a hero he had always known & he’d been surprised to even be accepted to U.A, a school with many hero staff members, considering his status as quirkless — after all, if the number two hero thought that of him simply due to his lack of a quirk, shouldn’t everyone else? 

His content few months at school had come to a startling halt eventually. Upon moving into the dorms, it had been harder to hide his status & he spent a good chunk of time evading his classmates & other students. However, today he hadn’t quite managed that, having accidentally barelled into someone from the hero course while trying to stay out of sight, falling in front of the other student & dropping the folders in his hands. Panic-stricken stare aimed at the green-haired boy as he looked up, attempting to collect his things & choke out an apology to no avail, giving up rather quickly and leaving his things strewn across the floor as he frantically gestured his apologies instead.

He recognised the other, of course, from the sports festival. Midoriya Izuku of Class 1-A — a class he’d heard little good about, full of troublemakers & with someone described as rather loud & unkind in it. He wasn’t quite sure who others complained about when they mentioned attitude, but it wasn’t safe to assume that just because Midoriya didn’t look like a cruel person, he wouldn’t be. He bit his lip, lowering his hands & gathering his things before standing, head down as he awaited the lecture & shouting he was sure to be given.

( couldn’t you just stay out of the way for two seconds, shoto? idiot. )

[minisodapop]

Continued from here @hypocritehero​ While he knew his original goals of becoming a hero had become slightly skewed once his soulmate’s abysmal track record had started just recently. First under the impressiong that maybe his fair maiden was waiting for him on the other side of the finish line after marching his way through the hero course but right from the start of his journey something had gone terribly wrong. Words cannot even begin to describe the copious amounts of pain he felt just moments after securing his final points during the entrance exam only to collapse before he could even make it out of the area. Three broken limbs --- Three! That right there settled everything (other than his screaming and wailing)! There was a damsal in distress that needed his guaranteed success and he wasn’t to let her down with any false hope. Somewhere out there was a babe he was destined to meet and coddle and if that wasn’t every man’s dream to succeed let lightning strike him down now! Surely everything was leading up to those final moments, including this life-threatening fitness test that he had to endure as a mandatory grade of his competence. Even with his teacher’s cruel gaze that scared the filling out of his donut, he wouldn’t be deterred so ... easily! With his mind on the prize at the end of this gloomy tunnel he was determined to stick it through. That was until a particular looking plain guy smashed every glorified desire he had set for himself in a single throw. There was no way.

Had it not been for the searing pain left in his finger just after the ball had been sent soaring he would have denied it to hell and back but his teeth sinking into his lip in both pain and disappointment said otherwise. Was there some kind of mistake? He couldn’t be connected to another guy could he? Well evidently he was but what did that mean for his love life?! Was this some sort of forboding sign that he was ... dare he say ... destined to be single? To think that fate’s game of love also contained the single most insulting cockblock was in the form of another dude! Unbelievable! “Bastard ... !” It was hushed, shaking to contain his pain and heartbreak to keep any attention off of him. It was a set of frivolous activities that thankfully, kept all of his limbs in tact therefore providing him a much less painful way of having a proper conversation with his new classmate. Why was he cursred with such bad luck? Why did he have to get connected to the guy with the bone crushing Quirk? --- And how did he make it look so damn cool?! This was all some kind of cruel joke! Nonetheless he had no issues approaching his destined mate come lunch time. He could spot that unruly head of hair anywhere. The throbbing pain of his finger hadn’t forgiven Midoriya for his sacrifice and frankly neither had Mineta himself but he was willing to let the other boy explain himself first. So almost hesitantly he slapped his tray down on the table beside him, climbing onto the bench with a huff while he tried to conjure up something impactful to say. “Dude, less is more. You ever hear of that phrase before in your LIFE?!” He soon realized that his question might have been coming out of context, thus wrapping his fingers into a fist and waving it in Midoriya’s face to show off his bandaged finger.

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◞ .  °  ♡     @hypocritehero said  : ❛❛ It’s okay. I’ve got you. ❜❜ (for JIKI)

         perhaps   running   on   little   legs   on   land      you’re   unfamiliar   with   isn’t   a   smart   idea  .        running   towards   a   destination   you   didn’t   know   existed  .       following   a   little   behind   your   brother   and   a   hero   course   student  ,     distracted   by   a   beautiful   bush   of   vibrant   flowers  ,     and   then   rushing   to   meet   up   with   them  .       a   recipe   for   disaster  .     and   when   Jiki   trips   on   an   uneven   piece   of   sidewalk  ,     a   tiny   gasp   leaves   as   she   faceplants——a   sharp     (     CRRR— ACCK  ! !     )       eliciting   at   the   fall  .       Suuko   does   turn   in   momentary   interest  ,     Izuku   spinning   around   nearly   instantly   in   surprise  .       her   brother   doesn’t   care   for   too   long  ,     turning   his   back   to   her   and   continuing   his   walk   as   if   she   was   the   homeless   begging   for   money   on   the   curb  .       it   seems   Izuku   idles   though  ,     though   Jiki   doesn’t   understand   why  .

        the   ravenette   remains   facing   the   pavement  ,        not   an   ounce   of   pain   but   a   little   dazed   from   the   descend  .        eventually  ,     arms   support   herself   from   the   ground  ,    whipping   her   head   up   suddenly   to   reveal   her   visage  .      it’s   a   repulsive   mess—— pieces   of   her   flesh   trickling   off   like   a   broken   eggshell  ,      blood   cascading   from   a   pale   and   bruised   forehead   downwards   and   getting   her   eye  .        from   the   warmth   and   wet   sensation       (      and   the   red   substance   dripping   from   her   nose   and   chin      )         Jiki   recognizes   she’d   shattered   her   porcelain  .       it’s   then   when   she   realizes   the   green   headed   boy   had   started   to   panic  ,     rushing   over   to   her   in   an   instant  .        Jiki   doesn’t   understand   why   he   was   in   such   a   hurry   to   help   her—— nor   does   she   get   why   he   would   want   to   help   her  .       but   she’s   scooped   before   she   can   ponder   long  ,     Izuku   easily   lifting   her   and   wrapping   a   hand   below   her   leg  ,     the   other   holding   onto   her   head   pressed   onto   the   crook   of   his   neck  .

         reflexively  ,        Jiki   clung   her   legs   and   arms   around   the   older  ,     confused  .       it   was   a   blur   from   that   point  ,     getting   the   taste   of   bronze   on   tongue   as   her   hair   blew   in   her   face   from   the   speed   they   ran  .       or   rather  ,     the   speed   in   which   Izuku   ran  .        the   girl   clutched   his   uniform   top  ,     eyes   squeezing   shut  .        he   must’ve   noticed  ,     for   which   he   spoke   kindly  ,     much   different   words   than   what   he   displayed   visually  .       Jiki   paused   at   the   reassurement—— it   was   so   odd   to   be   told   such   a   thing ...    she   was   always   expected   to   get   herself   together   alone  .       to   not   inconvenience   others   with   her   problems  .       in   which   she   only   holds   tighter  ,     not   bothering   to   tell   him   that   she   didn’t   feel   any   pain   at   all  .

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@hypocritehero replied to your post : Guess she has OFA now.

NO!!! ,‘FJFJGJ

It’s too late.  She’s off to explode.   

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MonoDeku with my boy and @hypocritehero!

[xerantic]

// SHITTLES, I FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER TODAY, AND NOW IT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE A COINCIDENCE. I LITERALLY HAD THIS CONVERSATION EARLIER TODAY, BEFORE THE LEAK. Not that the leak is entirely relevant to my thought, but--you know what, just take it.

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@hypocritehero -- liked for a starter

         Training had been intense today. It usually was but they were pushed even further this time around. Katsuki didn’t mind, he strives to become stronger, but he still felt the pain within his arms when they were finished. Everyone was heading back towards the school, which Katsuki followed slightly behind everyone. But the sight of green hair stopped him. He looked over to where Izuku seemed to just be taking a breather or something. Katsuki just knew he wasn’t following the rest of them just yet. So, he turned his direction to walk over to the other male. 

        He stopped when he was in front of him, staring down at him for a few seconds. “You... alright?” He finally asked. He held out his hand towards the other, his head turning to look away as he did so. 

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Cont. || X || @hypocritehero

“Even on the slim chance we find someone, it’s one that I’m willing to take.” Always the voice of hope, quite the contrast from his brother. “No matter how small of a chance it is, that’s still worth taking the risk than ignoring the possibility of progressing don’t you think? We’ve already been forced to the point of desperation, what more do we have to lose?” Every day seemed to be no different than the last and that alone was discouraging given how little they knew about their surroundings nowadays. Thankfully, they weren’t exactly struggling with their resources but the lack of lively bodies made for a pretty gloomy atmosphere. It would have been quite the lonely banishment had it not been for the only stroke of luck they had. They had each other. “Even if we don’t find anyone, there may still be supplies there that we could use, so there isn’t really a reason not to go out and check right?”

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Maybe I wanted to continue from here with @hypocritehero​ ...

“Hey, Deku....Do you want to play the Pocky Game with me?”

A soft soprano that uttered quietly in the space between them, the package of pocky she had brought now resting on her lap within her hand. The other palm was splayed beside her, between her frame and Izuku’s almost as a median. Even so, it adjusts easily, sliding back to her lap, waiting still for his own confirmation.

A question if she actually wants to, and she can feel her cheeks burning brighter with crimson. Ochaco tries to find the word, the yes that she wants to offer him, but instead the soft nod suffices in the moment. Her eyes can’t seem to pull away from his face--flickering only between his eyes and the pocky protruding from his lips. 

“...Ready.” Her competitive nature had overcome the nervousness that made it’s way across her face, clear crimson igniting her cherry blossom cheeks into a deep shade as she encroached in towards the treat. A small bite of the stick from her end, her nibbles slow but steady as she moved closer and closer towards him, her nose briefly touching his own. 

By the time the stick finally broke between them, their lips were barely grazing one another, Ochaco making an audible swallow of the bits of snack that remained in her possession, aside from the one that lingered at the precipice of her mouth. “...D-Deku...?” A small sound uttered from her, Ochaco’s lids shifting to half mast as she stared up at him. 

All he needed to do was take the last bit from her, and he would win this little game.

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hypocritehero replied to your post:

(Yeah, like Elastigirl! But maybe it’s more ummm… crunchy than rubbery, kind of like that kid with the fingers from episode 1? Just like, really obviously disproportional creepy limbs and visible joints. Maybe he can even spin his head around sfggfd)

so what you’re telling me is

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alstroemeria, bells of ireland, daffodil 😊

Floral Expressions

Alstroemeria– FriendshipBells of Ireland– Good LuckDaffodil– Rebirth, New Beginnings

          What Shinsou sees before him isn’t merely the boy worthy of the hero department, but an empath. The first time he previewed Class 1-A, Bakugou’s arrogance was so radiant, it gave the brainwasher the illusion that all of the individuals in the hero course were on their high horses. But then he met Midoriya, the student who was always building bridges, a trait that made him a rarity amongst the rest of his peers, and every being within each department for that matter.

When he stares at the assortment before him, Shinsou is reminded of the beauty that is in the other’s personality. The flowers he is given only signify a welcoming hand from Midoriya. His lips are quite shy about giving him a smile in return and instead, reacts by getting a hold of the bouquet with gentle hands. It is these decisions that he takes that give the world the impression that there could possibly be no roller-coaster of emotions spiraling inside him. My, how well-versed he has become in the art of concealment.

         “I … wasn’t anticipating a gift from you, Midoriya. Although, it does not surprise me that you’re very open with others … thank you … for the flowers I mean-”