#i finally started spelling it shouto instead of shoto cause that just seems right even though it really doesn’t matter

[kiriluvbot]

lvr boy

todoroki has a rough day, and sero attempts to make him feel better. both boys figure out that distractions aren’t always the answer to emotional distress.

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han !!: hey shou i saw u leave dinner early are u ok?

shou <3: yeah, just a bit drained. sorry i left without saying anything.

han !!: hun u don’t need to apologize, i jus wanna make sure ur doin ok !!

han !!: is there anything i can do?

shou <3: come over ?

han !!: u bet, On my way!

han !!: ive got an idea to cheer u up bb

and that’s how hanta sero got to be hanging from his tape on the rafters directly outside shouto todoroki’s room, over his balcony.

han !!: i’m outside <3

don’t ask him how the physics works; he doesn’t know either. hanta imagined what it must be like to be the fictional american hero, spiderman, and tried to stick his tape from the most secure place on the roof and dangled downward, getting into position as fast as he could so he’d be ready when shouto peeled open the door leading to his balcony.

except he hadn’t exactly said he would be on the balcony.

and it’s cold outside. hanta shivers as a rush of wind sends him waving like a flag outside shouto’s room. he feels more and more ridiculous the longer he sits—dangles?— here, with all the blood rushing to his head. what's taking shouto so long?

inside, shouto is peering into the hall, looking for a familiar head of dark hair. he’s tired. he needs hanta to be able to properly recharge. he misses hanta. he sort of wants to cry, sort of wants to melt into the floor, sort of wants hanta to sweep him up and make him forget everything else in the world.

he frowns when he finds no one outside his door. “hanta?”

where is he?

shouto glances over his shoulder, at the doors leading to his balcony, at the thick curtains blocking out the moonlight.

surely not...

but it’s hanta, and he had said he’d be outside. hanta comes up with the craziest ideas sometimes. but how could he have gotten out there?

shouto shakes his head once, crosses the room with apprehension. pulling back the curtain, shouto nearly jumps out of his skin at the sight of hanta sero outside his door, hanging upside down with a tight grip on his tape, the widest, goofiest smile on his face.

shouto slides open the door, the rush of cool wind sending goosebumps crawling over his skin. even being this close to hanta makes him stand up a little taller, already absorbing energy to start recharging. he’s a magnet. hanta is a ball of pure, unhinged light and love. hanta is a source of comfort, a place to come home to. shouto can’t stop his growing smile as it mirrors hanta’s own.

“there you are,” shouto breathes. that overwhelming weight that just kept building through the day starts to lay off, little by little.

“how’s this for a surprise?” hanta’s waving a bit in the wind. his cheeks, nose, and ears are dusted pink. inky black hair waves with him, curling at the ends. his eyes are dark pools full of stars, full of adoration, full of mischief.

shouto could—should—kiss him.

“i’m always surprised with you, hanta,” shouto says, laughing lightly as he steps out of his room, bare feet on the wood of the balcony. they’re close to eye level, and shouto raises his hands, almost unsure, and presses them to hanta’s grinning cheeks.

“gotta keep my boy on his toes, you know?” hanta tries to lean in the closer shouto gets like a moth to a flame, curious eyes searching shouto’s face for any tells of fatigue, of sickness, of sadness. he only finds sleepy awe. “gotta change things up every now and then.”

the two toned boy plants a ghost of a kiss to hanta’s forehead. it’s not enough. “this must be a spiderman thing,” shouto muses. “i know how much you like that guy.”

“naturally. he’s the coolest,” hanta giggles at that, and shouto’s fractured heart starts to mend. his cracked facade from spending the whole day strung out, anxious for nothing, begins to crumble at his feet. hanta has a knack for pulling shouto completely apart, for piecing him wholly together, for taking the pressure off shouto’s shoulders, even if it’s just for a little while.

“i remember the movie we watched together,” shouto hums, thumbs grazing over hanta’s cheekbones. “there was a scene similar to this, right?”

hanta’s skin burns under his fingers. shouto watches his adam’s apple dip as he swallows. “something like it, yeah.”

shouto meets his eye, recognizes that mischievous look flickering over his features. he chases the light, takes in every single detail of hanta’s face, every detail he has memorized like constellations at this point, every detail he wants to place a kiss to, every detail he never gets tired of.

then, shouto gets on his tippy toes and tilts forward, holding hanta’s face, and kisses his lover boy, slow and sweet. it’s strange kissing someone upside down, but hanta kisses him back like he’s been anxiously waiting for it to come, like he’ll never get enough.

it’s not enough.

when shouto pulls back, hanta is smiling again, dizzy and red faced. in a single, fluid movement, hanta flips and releases the hold on his tape. he lands, steady on his feet in front of shouto, wind blown hair framing his face like a priceless painting. his grin, his pure, radiating joy and goodness outshines the moon, as if the sun instead resides inside his chest.

he’s too good for me.

hanta’s eyes widen as shouto takes his reddening hands and kisses those, too. kisses his palms. his knuckles. shouto has always loved hanta’s hands; clever and sneaky hands, sure and gentle hands.

he knows the patterns of hanta’s hands like the back of his own, knows the life lines, the callouses, the old scar between his middle and pointer finger knuckles. he knows the pattern of all his moles and freckles and the way they creep up his arms, up his neck, down his chest like a fairy danced to their favorite song over his skin.

after a sharp intake of breath, hanta asks, “are you alright, shou?”

not really. i’m asking for a distraction. do you think a distraction will make it all go away? all this pressure on my chest?

the sincerity of his voice causes shouto to stop in his tracks.

i didn't sleep well at all. i had a nightmare about failing the hero course. i was late to class.

he looks up, blue and gray falling on gravitational black.

i got a 60 on our history test today and i locked myself in the bathroom for three minutes trying to remind myself it’s just one single test.

hanta’s smile is dipping.

bakugo was yelling more than usual. aizawa and iida both told me i was off my game. i spilled my drink in my lap at lunch.

he grips shouto’s fingers and pulls him closer. always closer.

i had to cancel my plans with my mom this friday to retake the test i bombed. i cried after we got off the phone.

shouto has to tilt his head up. hanta sure has gotten tall.

he feels childish trying to explain why literally nothing had gone his way today, why every small thing made him want to curl up and cry for hours. “just—today was a bit overwhelming. everything going wrong and getting too loud, you know? but i’m feeling better.”

now that you’re here.

when hanta leans into his space again, shouto unconsciously warms up the air around them.

“do you wanna talk about it?”

my coffee spilled over the edge of the cup this morning and hurt my fingers and i had to sit on the floor for six and a half minutes trying to suck the tears back into my eyes.

“not really,” shouto answers. it’s not a lie.

“you’re sure?”

his breath is warm on shouto’s face, eyes wide and sincere.

“i’m sure.”

if we talk about it i’m almost certain i’ll cry again.

hanta seems to buy it. his lip ticks upward just a notch. that curiosity turns sly as he releases shouto from his hold, as his hands dance up and over the shorter boy’s shoulders, over his shoulder blades, down his spine.

“totally sure?”

the space between is no space and too much all at once. it’s not enough.

“absolutely sure.” just kiss me already, you maniac.

finally, finally, hanta’s lips find his own, right side up and certain. stars explode in shouto’s chest, behind his eyes. supernova as his fingers dip into hanta’s hair, as he melts under the attention and contact, on his tippy toes.

all too soon, hanta pulls back, humming all the while. shouto nearly pouts at the loss until hanta dips down, those searching hands taking shouto’s thighs.

oh.

the smaller boy squeaks, though he’ll always deny it later, as hanta picks him up and wraps shouto’s legs around his waist.

oh.

he’s… carrying him.

this is new.

“we’re goin’ inside,” is the only explanation hanta offers. his head whips back up in a flurry of glittering hair and a puckish grin. always glittering. always grinning.

shouto holds on tightly, arms around around hanta’s shoulders. he keeps his mouth shut for fear of saying something completely stupid. hanta is talking, though shouto’s been too focused on the muscles of his back beneath his hands to really know what he said. his chin presses into shouto’s collar. shouto wishes it were his lips instead. god.

still holding on to shouto, with those goddamn hands on shouto’s thighs—i’m gonna die—hanta shuts the door and closes the curtain like he’s seen shouto do a thousand times during his nightly shut in routine. shouto considers asking to be let down but—but his hands on his thighs—i’m gonna die, i’m gonna die, this is where it ends—

hanta’s shampoo smells like grapefruit. his hair brushes shouto’s cheek. he wants to bury his face in it, wants to move it to the side and explore every freckle dusting his smooth skin, wants to kiss every single place he can reach—good god, he’s gonna die.

then, incredibly, horribly, boldly, hanta sits at the edge of shouto’s bed. he readjusts so shouto is sitting properly in his lap, legs still wrapped around his waist. those goddamn hands slide down the sides of shouto’s thighs, over the fabric of his pajama shorts, just barely grazing exposed skin, like hanta knows. shouto lifts his head from the crook in hanta’s neck to finally get a good look at him in this soft lighting.

hanta’s cheeks are still painted pink.

there’s so much contact. broad shoulders beneath his hands. solid chest if he drags his hands down. narrow waist if he goes even further, strong abs from swinging through the air and keeping his balance. his hands on shouto’s thighs.

any and all rational thoughts shouto may have had exit stage right.

“this okay?” he asks.

shouto responds with a single nod of his head. he’s distracted, alright.

that’s a good enough answer for hanta. the raven haired boy pressed forward once again, closing the gap, aiming for shouto’s lips but landing right next to them. shouto can feel his smile against his skin. his chest is tight, his fingers subconsciously twisting the ends of hanta’s wavy hair.

everything slows down.

“there’s a dimple here when you smile, you know?” hanta murmurs, a cold pointer finger tapping the spot just to the left of his mouth. he kisses that spot. it’s horribly and surprisingly tender, plucking shouto’s weakened heart strings. “have i ever told you how much i love that dimple?”

“i don’t think so.” his head tilts back.

his lips dip beneath shouto’s jaw. “what about this? surely i’ve told you how much i love this.” his kiss is warm, his laughter tickling as he says, “the freckles here look like the little dipper.”

shouto’s eyes flutter closed as lips press under his ear.

“the little dipper, hm?”

hanta hums and shouto can feel it vibrate through his chest. he pulls back a bit, brings shouto’s scarred hero-in-training hands up to his lips and kisses all ten fingers, all ten knuckles, slowly, making sure not to skip a single one.

“and your hands,” hanta murmurs, thumb rubbing circles on the soft part of shouto’s palm. “i love how capable and powerful they are, how you can create and destroy, how you still choose to be gentle.” a kiss touches down on his right palm, a strike through his heart. the sweetness makes shouto’s teeth ache.

there’s a smirk in his voice when hanta speaks again. “and these,” he says, breath startling warm and close to shouto’s collarbones, peeking out of his t-shirt. fingers dip into the fabric, pulling down just a bit. shouto sucks in a breath as lips land true on the bone. “always wanted to kiss you here, you know?”

what took you so long to do it?!

the part of shouto’s brain that was working to create coherent thoughts is in system shut down mode. he basks under the attention, under the light, under the worship of hanta sero, of his boyfriend, of his best friend. he basks and he melts, completely unsure of how to take it, how to accept it.

“and this—“ there’s a small birthmark at the very base of shouto’s neck hanta has wanted to kiss since they were first years. so he does. “love this here.”

every single bit of you, shouto todoroki.

there’s a pause that makes shouto open his eyes and search for hanta.

the taller boy could carry on all night, reaching out for every small inch of shouto todoroki that he’s in love with and explaining exactly why he loves each minuscule detail of it, but he pauses.

shouto’s brows dip, hesitant.

hanta came here to make sure he was okay.

he holds the gaze of the boy in his lap, of the boy he’s loved since he was fifteen, of the boy he’ll love until he passes on from this world to the next. there’s a blurry daze in his blue and gray eyes, but an ever deeper exhaustion pulls at all his edges. hanta can sweep shouto off his feet left and right, tell him all these lovely things and kiss him until he can’t see straight, but those things are merely temporary distractions.

i’m alright, i promise.

he tilts his head, and his smile is almost sad.

you’re not alright, i saw it in the way you tapped your foot in class, the way you pressed your icy fingers into your forehead, the way you avoided your table at lunch. i saw it in the way you were completely silent during practice, the way you wouldn’t engage in banter with bakugo, the way you couldn’t seem to sit still at dinner. i saw it in the way you left early, in the hectic, cracked state you were in when i got here, when you opened the door.

“hanta?” his voice cracks. shouto thinks, i don't deserve this affection. this appreciation. not from someone as good as you. you deserve—someone who isn’t ready to sob when you tell him you love something about him. hanta—

hanta presses his hand flat against shouto’s chest—no, his heart. he sees the way shouto chews on the inside of his cheek, the way his multicolored lashes flutter.

“i love you here, shouto,” hanta says. “when everything is too much and too loud. when you feel like nothing is going your way, when a split coffee cup feels like the end of the world.”

shouto’s lip purses, blinking furiously. his hands twist into the front of hanta’s shirt as the smaller boy falls forward, collapsing onto hanta’s shoulder with little grace.

“‘m sorry,” is the only thing shouto can muster.

hanta wraps an arm around him, pulls him as close as they can get. his lips press to shouto’s temple, to the stray strands of ruby locks there. “you don’t need to apologize, shou.” his shirt collar is wet. “sometimes… sometimes you just need to talk, you know? you need to let it out instead of leaving it unchecked.”

shouto’s heart pounds against hanta’s chest.

“you asked for a distraction. i should be saying sorry for getting all sappy,” hanta kisses his temple again, feels shouto’s shoulders begin to shake.

shouto laughs at that, small and weak and breathless. i needed to hear it. more than i thought i did. more than you know.

in truth, today isn’t the only awful day the two toned boy has had recently. it’s been every single day, one after the other, but he refused to acknowledge how tired and just plain sad he felt. he thought that if he pulled hanta into his bedroom and closed his eyes, it would go away with time.

and then the coffee burnt his fingers this morning.

that was the final shove. the final push to send shouto hurtling over the edge, stressed and strung out and overwhelmed. he just needs a break. a healthy, peaceful break that doesn’t involve reaching too far or doing something he might regret. he needs to plug in and recharge, to lay it all out on the table and sort through his troubles, to piece himself back together and get back to normal.

hanta hugs him tighter.

and now his resolve and control is cracking and spilling out, through his veins and his bones, through his heart and his eyes. he holds onto hanta like his life depends on it, letting it all out, finally giving in, finally letting go. distraction wasn’t the answer; he could only forget for so long, as more things piled on until it crushed him.

sometimes the world is too much, too loud.

shouto cries into hanta’s shoulder until there's nothing left. until he feels at peace. until he falls asleep in hanta’s arms.

he dreams of hanta with cherry blossoms in his hair, that same glittering grin on his face.

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*drops this and runs a thousand miles in the other direction”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29825064

[aitaikimochi]

Boku No Hero Academia Light Novel Vol. 3 “Another U.A. Quest” Official Fantasy AU Story

The Boku No Hero Academia Vol. 3 Light novel comes with a long chapter that is based off of the popularity poll art and the Season 2 Ending 2 sequence featuring the characters in a fantasy setting. The story is probably one of many since it does not end and seems to set the stage for an epic continuation! One of the most notable things to highlight from this story is that Kirishima is officially revealed to be Bakugou’s dragon who has committed to serving under Bakugou since he lost a duel against him. I translated the entire chapter from the light novel, so please enjoy this epic prologue~ 

Once upon a time, the world was ruled by a fearsome devil. For a long time he oppressed the humans and even robbed them of their wills, and thus continued his exploitations as he saw fit.

However, within this long period of despair, a brave group of people sought out to put an end to this long period of despair. These men and women were called heroes who believed in the defeat of the evil ruler. Among the bravest of them all was a mighty warried named All Might, who overthrew the ruler and brought peace back to the world.

Many people longed to become one of these heroes. And so, our story begins with a young man from the country side named Izuku. He was of course a huge fan of All Might.

Izuku: Mother! I will become All Might’s disciple!

Izuku’s Mom: What? Please be careful then!

Izuku then set off triumphantly from his house as his mother waved goodbye. His mother knew that it was meaningless to try to stop his passionate determination.

While strolling in the forest, he stumbled upon a doll with the appearance of All Might. That night, he had a dream about All Might.

All Might: Young man! Even you can be a hero!

After hearing that, Izuku became even more determined to finall meet All Might.

Although he was heading down the correct path that lead to the town where All Might was in, he for some reason got lost.

He stepped foot into an unfamiliar village. While distraught here in the village, he was approached by a young girl named Ochako and a man who was clad in armor named Tenya. When the two of them heard of Izuku’s determination to meet All Might, a clouded look passed over their faces.

Ochako: All Might has been missing for quite some time now.

Izuku: What? What is the meaning of this?

There was a rumor that there was something in the Tual Region that was able to cause heroes to disappear. It seems that All Might became caught up in this mess.

Tenya, who comes from generations of knights in his family, decided to investigate this matter, and the witch Ochako was hired to assist his family. Izuku then joined the two in this journey.

However, the Tual region was extremely far. The three of them soon found themselves with the last remnants of their food supply.

Izuku: Hm that’s strange. I could have sworn that we had way enough food for this trip.

Tenya: Ah, I am so sorry. It’s because I kept dividing the portions we had.

Izuku: No, that’s not it. I made sure to prepare enough for even the toughest of times, so our supply should have been fine but…Ochako-kun, your cheeks seem a bit stuffed…?

Ochako: I…am so sorry! Using magic really takes a lot out of you!!

Izuku: I see, so you need to replenish your magic by eating, right?

Ochako: But even if you gave me more to eat right now, I would not be able to restore the magic so quickly.

Ochako’s family were at their wit’s end with finances, and Ochako wanted to help out their situation. She told Izuku that she was very sorry about this. Still, she had no power on an empty stomach. As the three of them walked onward languidly, they came across a tree full of ripe fruit. They were truly blessed to find such a place, and the three of them filled their stomachs with the fruit.

Tenya: Wow, this is delicious!

Izuku: It’s chewy and tastes of soybean powder drizzled with molasses!

Ochako: I believe that this would be called a type of raw soy tea. I would love to have my father and mother try this as well.

As the three of them proceeded to take more of the fruit, a knight wearing an emblem of a flame came to them and shouted, “So you were the ones who were eating Lord Endeavor’s special fruit? Those who consume the fruit will be executed!”

All three of them cried out and ran for their lives. However, the knight was fast on their pursuit and cornered them. Just then, a young man came upon the sight.

Knight: “Master Shouto! Even if you are the son of Lord Endeavor, I will not forgive you for sidestepping on his policies!

Shouto: Silence! Leave us at once.

The knight took his command and left the three alone with the young man. They thanked him for saving them.

The young man then spat on the floor, grimacing.

Shouto: I was not trying to save you three. I just wanted to prove something to my wretched father.

It seemed that Shouto was the son of the infamous tyrannious high ruler Endeavor of these lands. The tree from which the three ate the fruit was native to only these lands, making it extremely rare. It was an item that Lord Endeavor treasured.

Shouto: My horrible father loved that treasured tree so much that he threw away his love for my mother. If he loves that tree so much then he should have just gotten married with the tree instead of my mother! As I am the heir to be the ruler of this land, I shall put an end to these foolish “kuzummochi*” trees. I will never follow in his footsteps!

As he finished speaking, he spat once more on the ground, disgusted at his father and determined to take revenge. Izuki and the others took pity on him.

Izuku: You know…we were actually just in the middle of searching for All Might and all the lost heroes. Perhaps if you are interested, you may join us…?

Shouto: I shall accompany you.

As long as he was able to leave the grip of Endeavor, he made a prompt decision. The journey then became that of four instead of three.

Although the four of them were on their way to the Tual Region, they once again became lost in their path. They found themselves surrounded by jagged cliffs with a large volcano that looked like it was about to erupt.

Izuku: Ochako-kun! Is there something you can do with that magic of yours?

Ochako: I’ll try! Merameramera―ramen! I call forth the spirit of the flames! Create a path for us!

As she murmured her spell, she waved her wand and pointed in the direction that she wanted the path to be made.

Ochako: It’s this way!

Shouto: Is that magic?

Shouto looked on doubtfully but followed the rest towards the direction that the wand was pointing to. As they headed in the direction, their path was blocked by a burst of flame! Someone shouted, “Who goes there? Who dares step foot in the lands in which Lord Katsuki resides in?!”

There on top of a fire breathing dragon stood an intimidating young man adorned with a cape lined with fur and baring his chest, with a smug look on his face.

Katsuki: You dare cross my path? Do you really intend to overthrow ME?!

Shoto: Even a dragon obeys his commands! We cannot go forth! We must head back.

As he said that, Katsuki signaled to the dragon and immediately blocked the path that Izuku and the others were attempting to retreat to.

Katsuki: Try and defeat me if you want to go down this path!

He challenged them with a surging passion to fight as he laughed.

Katsuki: Seems like you still wanna fight, eh?

As Shoto took on his battle stance, Izuku then looked on carefully at the scene unfolding before him and realized something.

Izuku: Wait a minute…aren’t you THE Kacchan who used to live next me ages ago?

Katsuki: What the hell? Are you that bastard, Deku?

Izuku: This is so nostalgic! Is your mother well?

Katsuki: Oh we’re doing so well, you little imbecile!

It seems as if long ago, Izuku and Katsuki were neighbors in their village. Tenya them breathed a sigh of relief.

Izuku: Well then, since you do know Izuku from your childhood, would you be so kind and please step aside from our path?

Katsuki: And just who the hell do you think you’re talking to? Deku! This is the perfect chance. I have always wanted to completely obliterate you!

Izuku: Why are you like this, Kacchan?

Katsuki: You bastard, have you forgotten what you have done yourself?

Izuku then grew quiet in front of Katsuki and tilted his head, deep in thought. He muttered:

Izuku: Perhaps you are referring to the time when you did something wrong and tried to put the blame on me but was found out by your mother? Or was it that one time when we went into the cave to explore, and you fell very ungracefully in front of everyone? Or are you referring to the time when you received a very ornate treasure right before you moved but I then accidentally dropped it and it shattered?

Katsuki: All of it, you shitty bastard! That’s it. I will duel you now! No one dare interfere!

Suddenly, a great fire burst behind Katsuki and propelled him forward. This was the start of their duel.

Tenya: It seems like even childhood friends have various problems…

Just as the legends say, the dragon breathed fire as it cheered on Katsuki. Meanwhile, Ochako and the others watched the fight attentively.

As the fight progressed, there was a sudden rumble from the volcano nearby, and Izuku and Katsuki then started the fight with all their power.

As it turns out, the winds of victory were favorable for the offensive Katsuki, and the Goddes of Victory shined upon him.

Katsuki: Aha! I am the victor after all!

Katsuki looked down at the cowering figure of Izuku as he smirked. He turned to Ochako and the others and shouted:

Katsuki: Now, all of you will become my servants!

Ochako: What? We never agreed upon those terms!

Katsuki: The victor decides the shots, round face!

Tenya, troubled, then interrupted by saying:

Tenya: Although you are the victor to this match, we are in the middle of heading towards the Tual Region to search for All Might as well as the other missing heroes.

Katsuki: What the hell are you blabbering about?

Tenya then heatedly explained the situation that they were in. As Katsuki listend to his words, a thought crossed his mind and he said:

Katsuki: I shall join you in your quest. If someone is out there killing heroes, that must mean they’re pretty damn strong. I want to fight whoever is capable of such things and come out the victor in that!

Everyone else exclaimed in disbelief.

Izuku: Umm…it’s okay if you tag along with us, but if that dragon also joins us then that’ll be a little…

The dragon listened carefully as soon as he said those words and suddenly morphed into the appearance of a young man. As the others cried out in surprise, there stood before them a young man with red hair who was smiling.

Kirishima: Me? I’m half dragon half human! The name’s Eijirou. It’s not going to be a problem if I come along looking like this, right? Anyway, let’s get along!

Eijirou, brimming with courage and bright personality, seemed to have lost against a one on one duel to Katsuki and ended up becoming his servant as a result.

The six individuals then continued on their journey together.

They crossed through treacherous lands and had many close calls before they finally reached the region of Tual. Although the city should have been bustling with life, there were few others in the region.

Katsuki: Hey, where the hell are the bad guys? There’s no one here!

Izuku: It seems that we must gather more information before we are able to determine our next move.

They headed to the nearby tavern in hopes of gathering more information on the whereabouts of the missing heroes. The name of the tavern was the “Dancing Tadpole.”

The owner of the tavern was a girl who had a very cute face that quite resembled that of a frog. She said to them, “Welcome to the tavern! This is the first time we were blessed with so many visitors! Please call me Tsuyu.”

There were only two other patrons, a girl with very sharp eyes and another man who was wearing a dark hood. Tenya and the others tried to explain the situation of the missing heroes to them, but Tsuyu just tilted her head, perplexed. He then pressed on explaining that at some points, all of the heroes just disappeared without a trace.

Tsuyu: Hmm…

Tsuyu listened on as they continued the story.

Tsuyu: In either case, although it may be true that the heroes were disappearing in this region, I believe that you should still look for more information.

Eijirou: Well then, guess we should eat!

Much time passed since the six adventurers were able to have a full meal, so they enjoyed themselves to the fullest. They ate all the delicious food and had seconds, even third or fourth or more helpings to satisfy their stomachs.

Ochako: Thank you so much for the meal, Tsuyu-chan! Please give us the bill.

Tsuyu: That will be 30,000 tual, please!

Tenya then took out his bag to take out his money but suddenly froze in shock.

Ochako: What’s wrong, Tenya-kun?

Tenya: My money is gone! It seems like it fell out through a small hole in the bag.

Izuku: Oh no! The string to my wallet as well as my bag has also unraveled!

Tenya: I’m so sorry everyone, but please lend me some money!

As Tenya pleaded to the rest of the party, everyone was froze.

Ochako: I only have 500 tual.

Katsuki: I do not surround myself with such materialistic things.

Eijirou: Sorry, me too! I’m just a dragon!

Izuku: Your wallet is my wallet.

They all turned to Shouto, the son of a Lord ruler of a land, as their last hope.

Shouto: I am sorry. I left in such a spur of the moment that I too, forgot my wallet.

With their hopes destroyed, they were in a pinch. Tsuyu gazed upon them without flinching, waiting for them to pay their dues.

Katsuki then took out something out of Izuku’s bag, which was the All Might doll he had kept all this time!

Katsuki: Then let’s just sell this All Might doll! It’s sure to bring in some easy money!

Izuku: Wait no! Of course not! Give it back!

As Izuku tried while trying to pry the doll away, Ever since the day he came across the doll, he was able to see All Might in his dreams and gave him strength, telling him that even he too, can become a hero. That with a strong heart, he can truly become―!

Izuku then grabbed the doll and shoved in back inside his bag. To Izuku, that was not just a doll. It was a precious item that gave him confidence in himself.

Katsuki: You bastard, this isn’t the time to be saying crap like that!

Izuku: This is something I will not give into!

As Katsuki and Izuku quarrelled over the doll, the hooded man stood and placed money on his table and thanked Tsuyu for the meal. The woman with the sharp eyes followed him outand suddenly, a cry was heard from outside!

Izuku: What was that!?

The group was then greeted by a fearsome beast with red glowing eyes, stomping over at least 14 different stores. This was not a normal monster as its back had large black wings.

Izuku: Is this…the Evil Demon? Why is it here?

As Izuku tried to formulate a plan, Shouto said to him:

Shouto: Izuku, think about this later!

The demon then followed the group. However, because they had gone through many hardships on the way here, they were trained in endurance and strenght and was able to easily overcome the enemy.

Katsuki: What? You call this a foe? What a waste!

Eijiro: Hey, calm down now…

Katsuki kept barking insults at the fallen beast while Eijirou tried to soothe his rage.

Ochako: Hey, just a thought but can we eat these things?

Tenya: I don’t think you should. You’ll probably get a really bad stomach ache, Ochako-kun.

The woman with the sharp eyes looked on to them and approached them. She said, “Hey you. You’re pretty strong.”

As a gesture of thanks for destroying the evil monster terrorizing the town, Tsuyu did not charge them for their meal and even let them stay at the tavern one night for free.

The six of them then proceeded to bathe in the bathhouse and soon retired to their bedrooms.

The woman with the sharp eyes was named Kyouka, and she arrived in this town a few days prior to the group and was staying in this tavern alone. She approached Ochako’s room and wanted to talk.

Ochako: So, what do you do for a living? I’ve been hired as a witch!

Kyouka: I was also scouted as of late…

As the two made conversation, Kyouka seemed to be hiding something and not properly answering Ochako’s questions.

Ochako: I see! Being scouted really is hard. So what kind of job were you hired for?

Kyouka: Oh well..that’s uh…

Ochako: Are you some sort of spy from your own kingdom?

Kyouka: What? How did you find out?

Kyouka was taken aback at how accurate Ochako’s guess was. She indeed was appointed by the ruler of her land to be a spy to see what was happening to these missing heroes. She was sent to warn those around the nearby lands of the dangers that this might cause.

Seeing as their goals were aligned, Kyouka finally was able to speak freely with Izuku and the others as well.

Kyouka: I believe that the reason why the heroes are disappearing can be attributed to the Evil Demon.

Tenya: The Evil Demon? You mean the person who All Might overthrew?

Kyouka: It seems like the corpse of the Evil Demon that should have remained in the lowest depths of the Earth has been missing.

Ochako: No way…

Kyouka: The monster just now was proof.

As Ochako gasped, Izuku grimaced.

Izuku: So even though he alone wanted to dominate the entire lands, he just tried to get rid of all who opposed him while we just glanced away. Further, the heroes are not just disappearing in this area. It seems like it will be difficult to find the heroes who have not yet disappeared.

Izuku and the others gulped.

If there are no heroes in the present and the Evil Demon were to return…

The tales of the Evil Demon’s dominace of the lands only reached the ears of those who were born in the time of peace as just bedtime stories. It was hard to believe that such a thing would ever happen again. The air in the room suddenly became very thick.

The door then opened, and the scruffy looking man from before stepped through. He asked, “Who was the one who defeated that monster out back?”

Without caring much about how suspicious he looked, the man took off his hood and revealed his face to Tenya and the others. Izuku then exclaimed:

Izuku: The man with the unruly hair, who always has eye bags around his tired eyes and wraps a scarf around his neck…are you the hero Aizawa?

Aizawa: Huh? Who are you?

Izuku then pressed on.

Izuku: Since you apparently are never seen anywhere, I assumed that you did not even exist. However I can’t believe that such a rare hero is standing here in front of me! I can’t believe I am able to actually finally meet a real hero!

As Izuku muttered to himself, Aizawa laughed.

Aizawa: The Evil Demon’s hideout is very well barricaded. If his magic is to reach these lands then we must act in haste. I shall proceed alone. You must notify the rest of the lands about this. Please reach out to the nearby countries and ask for their cooperation and understanding of this.

As Aizawa said this, Izuku and the others stood up. Even indoors, Katsuki looked like he was fully ready and motivated.

Katsuki: I’m going to defeat that crappy Evil Demon!

Tenya: We have all gathered together for this one mission. Well then everyone, let us continue our journey tonight!

Tenya’s voice reached everyone and they all stood up. Before Izuku left, Aizawa grabbed him by the shoulder.

Aizawa: Let me see that All Might doll. It might hold a clue.

Izuku: If…if that’s the case leave it to me! If it’s about All Might, I know everything from his measurements to even his favorite tree!

As Izuku continued in one breath and with glittering eyes, Aizawa let out a small sigh.

Aizawa: Okay, I get it. Then come with me.

As the two of them went into the forest, Kyouka decided to follow their trail.

Izuku: Has Hero Aizawa ever worked together with All Might? What is he like? Is he different from what the stories say of him?

Izuku listened as Aizawa explained the various things he went through with All Might. Aizawa then looked at Izuku who seemed to deflate for some reason. He let out a sigh and said:

Izuku: I’m sorry!

He then pulled out the All Might doll from his bag and examined it closely under the moonlight.

Izuku: I know it’s just a doll and I haven’t changed much but I still…

Aizawa: Well that’s that!

Izuku: What?

Aizawa then let out a huge laugh, which made Izuku slightly uneasy. As he looked up, Aizawa did not change.

Aizawa: Let me see that doll again.

Izuku: Ah, sure thing!

Izuku handed the doll to Aizawa and when he did, a strong thought passed through his head. It was a voice that called out to him, “Young man, do not give me to him!!”

Izuku: What was that?

Aizawa: What’s wrong? Hurry and give it to me.

Izuku: But…But I…

The voice that resonated in his head contradicted his body’s actions as he stood frozen. Aizawa then glanced at him with narrowed eyes and grew cold.

Aizawa: Don’t make fun of us adults. Although I might not look like the part, I actually hate merciless destruction. I wasn’t going to do anything but…just hand that over to me.

Izuku: I…!

Aizawa’s eyes turned red, and Izuku ran for his life. At that moment, Aizawa’s scarf came to life and wrapped around Izuku, grounding him. Izuku tried to struggle but it kept on getting tighter.

Aizawa: Why do you run? Aren’t I the hero that you so praise?

Izuku: Even if you were, why are you doing this?

Aizawa: Well then, give me that doll.

Izuku: No!! I won’t!

Aizawa used the scarf to take the doll. Izuku looked on as Aizawa suddenly had a very satisfied look on his face.

Izuku: Why do you care about the doll so much? Wait a minute, is Hero Aizawa also a huge fan of All Might? Why didn’t you tell me that earlier??

Aizawa: You’ve got it all wrong.

Aizawa scowled and looked down at Izuku.

Aizawa: You mentioned that All Might came to you in a dream and told you that even you too can become a hero. The birth of a hero huh, well then I’ll just have to crush it now!

Izuku: No!!!

Aizawa’s scarf continued to wrap tightly around Izuku, constricting him. However, suddenly a great flame burst through right at that moment.

Ochako: Are you all right, Izuku-kun?

Izuku: Everyone!

Tenya and the others made it in the nick of time! Tsuyu was there too, and Eijirou was in the form of a great dragon. Izuku scrambled to the others.

Izuku: I thought you were all going to notify the rest of the kingdom!

Kyouka then turned towards Aizawa, who looked very annoyed.

Kyouka: I knew you always seemed very suspicious. Aizawa should have actually disappeared quite some time ago, so why are you here? You’re an imposter, aren’t you?

Aizawa: Well that’s too bad, ‘cause I’m the real deal. I was reborn and brought back to life in this form.

As Aizawa spoke, he conjured up an army of monsters and evil beings that surrounded Tenya and the others.

Aizawa: If only you listened like good little children and left to warn the neighboring kingdoms. Well if we’re going to do this, then we might as well do it well. Let’s be rational, shall we?

Aizawa let out an evil laugh and reverted back to his demon form. The monster was even larger than the Dragon Eijirou. Even with eight fighters, this enemy seemed too strong.

Izuku: Uwaaaaa!!!

Tenya: Guhh!!

Shouto: Haa!

Tenya, Shouto, and Izuku drew out their swords and dashed forward towards the enemy.

Nearby, Katsuki also knocked out enemies left and right as he shouted.

Katsuki: Come at me!

Eijirou then breathed fire onto all the enemies around them, imeidately obliterating most of the monsters.

Kyouka brought out a small dagger to fight, and Tsuyu used her tongue to knock out the enemies. Ochako was surprised.

Ochako: Tsuyu-chan, your tongue is amazing!

Tsuyu: Oh not at all! I used to be in a circus, so it’s a trait that runs in my heritage.

Ochako: I can’t lose to these monsters as well!

Since Ochako ate her fill earlier, she was teeming with energy. She called forth the spirits’ powers and directed her attack towards the enemies, easily defeating many of them.

After the group had attacked most of the monsters, all that was left was Aizawa himself.

Aizawa: You have such power yet you undervalue them so. Well, I’ll just ask anyway. Join me and lend me your strength.

Izuku: Never!

Tenya: Never in a million years!

Aizawa laughed at them and suddenly struck out with his long nails.

Aizawa: Of course not. Then join forces and try to stop me!

Everyone prepared their stances and charged forward, shouting.

As they tried their best to defeat them, he remained unscathed. Nothing they could do would even land a single hit on him, and after trying numerous times, the result was still the same.

Aizawa: What’s wrong? You’re giving up?

Izuku and the others could not even respond as they were too tired out and barely able to stand.

Aizawa: Well then, shall we put an end to this?

Aizawa approached them with no expression, planning to step on them as he drew nearer. As he raised his foot, Izuku and the others stood their ground. However, as he lowered his foot, he suddeny stopped.

Aizawa: Ah, that reminds me. Remember you thought that I was All Might’s fan and thus wanted to have his doll? Well you’re completely wrong! That doll is actually All Might himself, cursed and imprisoned in the body of a doll. It was unfortunate though, that a bird came swooping in one day and brought that doll far away. I have been looking for it ever since.

When Izuku heard these words, a mysterious voice entered his mind and said, “Young man! If you love this land of peace as much as I do, then we can become one!”

Izuku: All Might…

Aizawa: Anyway, let’s end this.

As Aizawa proceeded to stomp down on them, Izuku suddenly evaded his attack, surprising everyone.

Izuku drew his sword at Aizawa and out from it grew a large flame. Out from the flame came the spirit of All Might!

All Might: I will not let you win. I will protect this land of peace!

Aizawa: What…what did you say?? Noo!!!

Izuku and All Might together combined their powers and drew their energy into the sword. They thrust the sword into Aizawa, and he fell. His body slowly started to shrink and returned to his former human self.

All Might’s power then returned to the inside of the doll as well.

Izuku: What?? All Might! I did not think that I would meet you as…a doll?

Izuku held the doll and started muttering to himself as he had a conversation with All Might in his head.

All Might: My boy, now’s not the time for small talk. Look at Aizawa-kun. He was cursed by the Evil Demon and turned into that form.

Izuku: Oh, that’s right!

Izuku and the others carefully approached him. He then opened his eyes.

Aizawa: Eh? What happened? Who are you?

They then proceeded to explain to Aizawa what had transpired up until now, and all he could do was apologize.

Since All Might and Aizawa were both affected, the rest of the missing heroes perhaps also suffered from similar spells, losing all their memories and turning into a servant of evil. In order for them to return to their original selves, they would have to defeat the root of the evil.

Tenya: So you’re saying that there is a possibility that the heroes that are still out there could have been turned into enemies that we will have to fight in order to save, correct?

Tenya took a deep gulp. It seemed like the world was still in danger, and this was just the beginning.

Katsuki then let out a burst of strong laughter.

Katsuki: That’s perfect! It’s boring if there aren’t any strong bad guys out there to fight!

Eijirou: Well if you are going, then I too shall follow! Let’s rid the world of the malice once and for all!

Tenya: Of course I will also come along with you. Ochako-kun, please come as well!

Ochako: Yes! Let’s talk about reimbursements later!

Izuku: I will also come with you guys! We need to free All Might from this curse! How about Shouto-kun…?

Shouto: I will go. I will not return to my father’s side.

Kyouka: I’ll tag along too. I can probably help gather information for you.

Tsuyu: I’ll come too. If there’s no peace in these lands, then my shop would probably be out of business!

Aizawa: Well it’s fine and dandy if you want to go and fight, but do you even know the whereabouts of the Evil Demon?

The group then grew silent and Aizawa let out a sigh.

Aizawa: I guess it’ll be dangerous if it’s just a bunch of kids. I’ll come too.

Izuku and the others cried out in joy that they were able to recruit a reliable ally in their journey.

Aizawa: Why do I for some reason feel like I suddenly became a teacher or something?

He lets out another sigh of defeat.

Izuku was brimming with excitement as he spoke with the All Might doll.

Izuku: If I am to save you from this curse, then please let me become your disciple!

All Might: What are you even speaking of, my boy? You are already my disciple! I’m counting on you from here on out!

As the voice in his head spoke to him, Izuku smile grew wide.

Izuku: Ye…Yes Sir, All Might, sir! I will do my best! When this curse has been lifted, please give me your autograph!

The ten of them then set off on their new journey. The day draws closer when they are able to finally defeat the Evil Demon…perhaps.

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T/N: I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT DRAGON!KIRISHIMA IS NOW AN OFFICIAL THING AND HE FOLLOWS BAKUGOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH AND IS SO LOYAL TO HIM UGH. THE FEELS… If anyone wants the original Japanese text, please DM me, and I’ll send you the .zip file! I also translated this really quickly without properly editing, so if anyone notices grammar mistakes, please lmk! Feel free to use my translations and please credit if you can ^_^ Scream about this with me on Twitter!