#jurou kyouka

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Can you do a text post about jurou having arguably the strongest quirk

Sure 😊. Kyouka’s in my top three favorite MHA characters so this is something that’s been spiraling in my head for the longest time 😂.

Now, I wouldn’t say it is THE strongest quirk out there, but if written well, Kyouka would make for one of the most terrifying ambush fighters that could take out threats that people like Katsuki couldn’t.

As written, Kyouka uses her quirk in two ways during combat: to scout and to fire shockwaves from her support gear. Her requesting support gear that allows her to turn a short ranged quirk into a long ranged one is a genius move on her end as it covers her biggest weakness. However, unless she’s away from her support gear, she always fights at a range. Again, this is smart when going up against opponents that would normally outrange her, but I believe that she’s at her best in close quarters combat.

Right off the bat, let me say that there seemingly is no limit in regards to what Kyouka can plug her jacks into. She’s plugged them into flesh, concrete, stone, steel, etc. Canon has yet to show her failing to stick her jacks into something.

Secondly, the plug part of her jacks are exactly the same size as the jacks from a regular earphone. I’m sure if you’ve all seen what an earphone jack looks like in real life, so imagine getting stabbed by those things. For most people, those things would puncture through a lot of flesh and muscle to reach some vital areas, such as bone, organ, and vein/artery systems. Keep this in mind as you continue reading cause it’s important.

Now, let’s talk about how a concussion’s made. When someone receives a concussion, it’s because their brain’s received a jolt, bump, or blow that causes it to rattle inside the skull. The impact doesn’t even need to be strong enough to break/damage bone, as long as that brain’s rattled enough, you’re getting a concussion. When it comes to being dealt damage, the entire body functions in a similar way. If a vital organ/system receives enough of a jolt, they’ll collapse and stop working. What protects us are our bone and muscle, but what if someone can bypass all of that protection and deliver a small shock to the body? This is where Kyouka’s quirk truly begins to showcase its strength.

Katsuki has failed to immediately knock out people with even his strongest explosions. Why? Because that person usually has a strong enough defense system to absorb the impact, whether it be a strength enhancing quirk or a hardening quirk. Kyouka has knocked out people without any effort just by stabbing them with her jacks and sending a small shock through them. Sure, it was done as a gag, but in terms of feats, this still counts. She’s been able to knock people unconscious without even trying, so now let’s imagine what would happen if she unleashed her full power into someone’s body. Without the aid of her support gear and just by plugging her jacks into the ground, she’s been shown to be able to crack cement, push back Nine (a guy who was near Tomura’s power level for a while), and send both debris and people flying. If a small jolt is enough for her to knock someone unconscious, then by amping her output by a slight amount, she could send someone into a coma and/or cause several of the person’s internal organs to fail. If she was to unleash a jolt using all of her power, she’d blow them up from the inside.

The only way TO counter her quirk once she’s got her jacks in you would be to have a body capable of withstanding such great force from within. So far, we’ve seen almost no one who can claim such a feat. Ejiro, the representative of what a hardening quirk can do, would drop like a fly to Kyouka. Even in “unbreakable” form, her jacks can pierce him. His quirk also only hardens his skin and some of his muscles, not the rest of the body. The fact he can still feel pain and bleed is proof of this. He may be able to tank an assault from her if she uses her support gear to fire a shockwave, but if she fires one inside his body, he’s done. She can also potentially knock out someone who’d otherwise resist her attacks by aiming her jacks at a more vulnerable area such as the heart or the head.

Now, Kyouka does have some weaknesses. First, she would have to inject her jacks into someone in order to quickly dispose of them. If someone could prevent her from tagging them with her jacks, Kyouka’s going to have a tougher time with swiftly taking them out. In addition, her jacks aren’t invincible, as shown by how AFO managed to take one out during his fight against her. However, between having her support gear and being able to cause massive earthquakes without them, she could knock a person around until she can close the distance. She can also take a page from Shota’s book and rely on ambush tactics. With her super hearing, she’s able to hear people’s heartbeats. Give her some proper training and she’ll be able to use that to determine if a target has spotted her or when they’ve relaxed to the point that they’ll be slower to react.

If Hori wanted to write her as such, Kyouka could be one of the most deadly assassins in the entire series, being able to take out even those who can withstand numerous explosions to the face by Katsuki. She’d a force to be reckoned with if she was allowed to use her abilities to their fullest potential. Sadly, as a side character, she’s shoved to the backseat so we’ll never get to see what a beast this girl can truly be.

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Attraction (or the lack thereof)

*This fic contains internalised aphobia*

Summary: There must be something wrong with her; it’s the only explanation. Or: Mina Ashido had never fallen in love, and maybe there’s a reason for that.

This can also be found on AO3.

Word count: 2,616

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Mina Ashido had never fallen in love.

It was a fact she brushed off due to still being young. She’d always had an interest in romance since a young age (a fact she blames on her mother’s love for romance movies) and couldn’t wait to finally feel it for herself.

Ashido could easily point out when others were in love — again, thanks to the romance movies. Her friends had always come to her to talk about romance, naming her their wingwoman.

But for some reason, she could never point out the signs in herself. They were just never there. She’d always passed it off as her being too busy preparing for high school.

The chance to be someone’s wingwoman had occurred again recently after Uraraka finally came to the realisation that she could focus on becoming a hero and still have time for romance. It would be hard given how much time their school work and training takes, but it would be no different to the time constraints of being in a relationship as a pro hero.

Thankfully, Ashido’s plan had worked out perfectly, and Uraraka was able to confess her true feelings to Midoriya. It had been funny to watch from a distance as the two had turned bright red and stuttered at each other. As soon as she saw Uraraka grin and hug him, Ashido had left, knowing her work was done.

Later that day, Ashido was lounging around in the common rooms (which were empty due to the noisier boys running around and playing with a frisbee in front of the dorms and everyone else being tucked away in the rooms) when Uraraka came running over to her, a big grin on her face and her eyes sparkling with happiness.

She sat up immediately as Uraraka let out a squeak of excitement.

“It went exactly as you said it would! Thank you so much!” Uraraka said, rocking back and forward on the balls and heels of her feet. It seemed like her body could hardly contain her excitement.

“That’s great! I told you you had nothing to worry about,” she responded with a wink and a thumbs up.

“Yeah,” Uraraka giggled. She sat down next to Ashido and wrapped her arms around her, the pink-haired girl immediately returning the hug. “I know I already said this, but thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without your advice.”

“It was no problem! I’m always happy to help if anyone needs me.”

As they both pulled back from the hug, Ashido watched as Uraraka’s grin shifted into a smirk. The round-faced girl gave her a quick nudge to the side.

“If you ever need help with your crush, I’ll be sure to return the favour.”

Ashido’s eyebrows furrowed at her words, her head tilting to the side ever-so-slightly. “My crush?”

Uraraka faltered for a moment, her expression dropping before morphing into one of bewilderment.

“Yeah,” she nodded, confusion placed in the tone of her voice. “You don’t have one?”

Ashido shook her head.

“To be honest, I never really have. I guess I just haven’t found the right person yet,” she shrugged.

“Oh, maybe. Well, whenever you do, be sure to let me know.” Uraraka said, her smile returning. “Sorry for assuming.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be sure to let you know.” Ashido waved it off as she let out an awkward laugh. This wasn’t the first time someone assumed she had a crush on someone. People just naturally expected the girl who loved love to have already experienced it herself, she guessed.

There was a moment of silence in which Ashido tried to think about what to say next. For some strange reason, she always felt awkward when talking about romance relating to herself. This interaction was no different.

Just as she opened her mouth to ask about what had happened earlier after she left, Ashido heard a buzzing noise from behind her. She turned her head to see an alarm pop up on her phone screen which she had set as a reminder to write the English essay due tomorrow.

“Oh!” She scrambled to pick it up and quickly swiped the alarm away, stopping the noise. “Sorry, I’d love to talk more, but I have to go write that essay now or it won’t get done at all!”

“You haven’t done it yet?” Uraraka laughed as Ashido stood up and began to speed walk over to the elevator as fast as she possibly could.

“You know how I am!” Is all she responded with as she hurriedly pressed the button to close the doors.

As Uraraka’s laughter faded away and the elevator started moving upward, Ashido clenched her fist and held it over her heart. She felt hollow inside, her chest aching. Talking about her personal love life had always brought her this feeling.

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A loud groan escaped Ashido’s lips as she tossed and turned in bed, her bedsheets rustling as she struggled to get comfortable. Her thoughts wouldn’t stop, all focusing on one of her classes that day.

That morning, Midnight had given them a sex ed lesson. She had mentioned that there was more to it than the basics she’d taught them about but she wasn’t allowed to talk about it because it might be too intense for some people — something Ashido was incredibly thankful for.

Before that lesson, Ashido had never really thought about… that. The romantic movies she preferred never focused on that stuff. And now that she was on that train of thought, she realised she’d never really thought much about romance in general towards herself.

Also, she wasn’t quite sure why, but when Midnight then went on to talk about attraction, Ashido had found herself confused. Sure, Ashido understood romantic love to some extent (although she had always assumed those movies were way over the top and unrealistic) but nothing mentioned in that lesson seemed to make any sense to her. She’d always thought that sexual attraction was one big joke. It had never seemed real to her.

Everyone else seemed to understand it, though.

It didn’t help that Kaminari and Sero had been joking around about it all at lunch. Kirishima had joined in a little at one point, too, and Jirou and Bakugou had laughed at least once.

Ashido, however, had only felt uncomfortable — both at their words and the fact that she still couldn’t make any sense of them. Most of what they said just completely flew over her head.

She’d ended up faking laughter in the hopes that they didn’t notice her shifting around in her seat and picking at her food. Although it did seem like Kirishima had noticed that something was off with her if his concerned glances were anything to go by.

She let out a large sigh of discomfort as she draped an arm over her face, her nose scrunching up as she began to give up on sleep. It seemed hopeless at this point.

Why had she reacted so differently to everyone else? Why didn’t she understand? Everyone else seemed to find attraction so natural.

“Is there something wrong with me?” She whispered aloud, blankly staring up at the ceiling.

Ashido felt her heart drop, tears brimming in her eyes and beginning to spill down her cheeks as she thought over that last question. Her bottom lip quivered as she sucked in a shaky breath of air.

There must be something wrong with her; it’s the only explanation.

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“Oo! Don’t you think he looks hot here?”

Ashido glanced up over her fashion magazine to look at the picture on Hagakure‘s phone. It was a photo of Hawks from his latest photoshoot, a collaboration with a sportswear brand.

“Oh, that outfit looks great on him!” Ashido commented, putting her magazine down so she could take a closer look. “The colours really compliment his eyes.”

Hagakure nodded at that, something she was only able to see because the invisible girl was wearing one of Ashido’s hats. She’d borrowed it earlier to see if it would suit her and hadn’t taken it off yet.

“I could stare into those eyes all day.” Hagakure said with a dreamy sigh. Ashido snorted at that, letting out a little giggle.

“And those wings!” Hagakure exclaimed, exhaling another sigh. “Could you imagine what it’d be like to be carried through the sky at night?”

“Why would he carry you at night?” Ashido questioned, feeling confused yet amused.

“Like on a date!”

Ashido raised a brow. “Why would you go on a date with him? He’s almost seven years older than us.”

“I’m talking hypothetically,” Hagakure responded as if it were already obvious. “I know he’s too old for us. It’s still fun to think about, though.”

“It is?” Ashido mumbled, trying to put herself in the scenario her friend had described.

She knew Hagakure meant it in a romantic way, but when Ashido imagined herself being carried through the sky she felt nothing. It didn’t feel romantic at all. It didn’t feel like anything.

That familiar empty feeling began to worm its way back to her heart, her amused smile faltering. Ashido thought back to last week when she had cried herself to sleep, this moment further cementing her theory that something is wrong with her.

Ashido shook her head, trying to shake away that lingering thought before it led to her crying again. She didn’t particularly feel like having to explain everything to Hagakure. The invisible girl probably wouldn’t understand.

Her gaze flirted around the room, trying to find something to shift the focus to. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she spotted Hagakure’s camera.

“Hey, didn’t you say you were going to print some of your photos of our class to put on your wall?”

“Oh! I almost forgot about that. Thanks for reminding me!”

Ashido let out a deep sigh of relief, thankful that had worked.

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When Shinsou had joined their class at the start of second year, he’d been adopted into the ‘bakusquad’ quite quickly. By force.

He’d tried to stay away, but Kaminari wouldn’t leave him alone until he agreed to join them for their weekly Mario Kart tournament. Eventually, Shinsou had given in, and he’d been a part of their group ever since.

They were getting ready to start this week’s tournament — which was being held in Sero’s room this time — when Jirou finally walked in. As soon as she spotted Shinsou, she walked straight over to him and sat down beside him.

Ashido frowned a little at that, hugging one of Sero’s pillows to her chest. She was perched on the end of his bed, Bakugou occupying the other end of it. Sero was swinging side to side in his hammock, Shinsou on the floor next to him.

“How did it go?”

Shinsou let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes. “I rejected her.”

That caught everyone’s attention.

“Rejected who?” Kaminari questioned, turning around to face them. He’d been setting up the switch and making sure everything was correctly plugged in.

“A girl from my previous class,” he explained, sounding a little exasperated. “Jirou and I were walking back to the dorms after class when she asked to speak to me alone. Then she confessed to me.”

“You weren’t even a little bit interested in her?” Kaminari asked.

Ashido watched as Shinsou frowned for a second before a look of realisation flashed across his face. He rubbed his hand against the side of his neck, tilting his head down.

“Ah, I haven’t told you yet, have I?”

“Told us what?” Sero questioned, leaning back in his hammock.

“Well—“

“Do you like guys, too?” Kirishima suddenly blurted out. “Because if you do, there’s no need to worry about how the class will react to you coming out. I’m gay.”

Kirishima had come out to them relatively early during first year and no one had a negative reaction to it. Ashido knew that their class would be thankful that Shinsou trusted them with that information.

“No, that’s not it,” Shinsou shook his head. “I’m not interested in anyone.”

“What do you mean?” Ashido questioned. A feeling of anxiety crept up on her as she patiently awaited his response.

“I’m aroace. It means I don’t experience romantic or sexual attraction. It doesn’t mean I can’t love people in other ways, though.”

Ashido inhaled a sharp breath of air upon hearing his words, her body freezing in place and her eyes widening as her experiences regarding personal romance came flooding back to her.

“So you don’t fall in love?” She heard Jirou ask, her voice muffled by the sound of Ashido’s own thumping heartbeat.

“I never have and I never will,” she heard Shinsou respond. “I can still love people platonically, though.”

Shinsou had never been in love, just like her, and he never would be. She clutched the pillow in her arms tightly, inhaling a shaky breath as everything began to line up in her head.

Ashido had never felt romantic feelings for anyone before, and sexual attraction had always seemed like more of a joke to her — it was why she could never take Mineta seriously and why Midnight’s lesson just didn’t make any sense to her.

“Aroace,” she whispered, Shinsou’s words repeating in her mind. Her breathing began to speed up its pace.

The others all turn to look at her, stopping their conversation as they noticed the state she was in.

“What’s up with you?” Sero asked, sharing a concerned glance with the others.

Ashido remained silent, her mind too focused on the words looping over and over in her head as her lips curled into a grin upon making her realisation.

She’s not the only one.

A rough hand landed on her shoulder, knocking her out of her thoughts. Ashido jumped in shock, turning her head to see Bakugou right next to her.

“Spit it out.” Bakugou said. She could tell by his tone that there was no malice behind it.

“I think I might be aroace, too,” she breathed, a feeling of relief washing over her body. “I never knew there were other people who felt this way. I thought there was something wrong with me.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

Shinsou’s response was immediate and held an air of finality over it. He stood up and moved to sit next to her.

“There are many people who are ace or aro or both. Just because they don’t experience love in the same way most people do, it doesn’t mean they’re broken,” he explained.

Ashido bit her bottom lip, barely containing her smile as a tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek.

A second later, she felt herself dragged into a group hug. She dropped the pillow in her arms and almost fell onto her back from the sudden force of Kaminari surging forwards and wrapping his arms around them.

“I’m sorry that you had to feel that way,” he said, tightening his grip on them.

Ashido felt her body shake with a sob. Just as she wrapped her arms around the two boys, she felt the others all run over to join in on the hug, too. Even Bakugou, someone who wasn’t the best at displays of affection, placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

As she tilted her head back to try and hold back the tears, Ashido’s gaze met Shinsou’s. She could see unshed tears brimming in his eyes, too, as he gave her a soft smile, mouthing the words ‘you are not broken’ to her.

She nodded, a breathy laugh escaping her lungs.

Mina Ashido had never fallen in love, and that was okay.

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Writing this fic meant a lot to me as someone who is aroace. Even though I discovered asexuality during my early teens (and denied the fact that I’m ace for months before accepting it), I still feel like I’m broken sometimes. I know I’m not, but it’s hard to make that feeling disappear.

This whole fic is inspired by the fact that Ashido has never fallen in love (as states in the Ultra Analysis book). Also, that scene with Hagakure was incredibly hard to write because I had no idea what to make Hagakure say. I have no idea how non-aroace people talk about guys.

Also, feel free to leave some concrit. My writing is rusty.

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Setsuna cackles somewhere while Kyouka groans.

[mha-grievances]

Pt. 3 of more posts to check out:

Hori’s Wonky Stat Distributions:

Reformation Vs Redemption:

How Kyouka’s Stronger than Hori Shows Her to Be:

Yui Kodai Headcanons:

Arc Rankings:

Character Flaws vs Writing Flaws: