#listen. LISTEN. I'M WEAK FOR TRASH VILLAINS OKAY.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

richard armitage, ben barnes

Richard Armitage

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him.

I wouldn't use either 'pretty' or 'gorgeous' to describe him, I would prefer to use the term 'hhhnnnggghhh' but we work with what we've got.

Ben Barnes

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him.

Aside from being extremely good at playing villains *fans self* he seems like a Mood(TM) from what little I've seen of him in interviews.

[spaceyflowers]

Hello Adrien!! I'm here for the reblog ask thing!!❤❤

1. What is a song that you can go back and listen to no matter how many times you've listened to it? What is a song that never fails to put you in a good mood?

2. What's your favorite food/dessert?

3. What other series are you into?

4. This isn't really a question, it's more of a silly song game^^ put your music on shuffle and:

- the first song that comes up is your theme song if your life were a tv show

- the second song is your boss battle music

- the third song is the song that plays whenever something sad happens

- the fourth song is your villain era song

- the next song is what plays if you were in a horror movie

- the last song is how your favorite lookism character feels about you^^

hi li!! <3

1. i have so many songs like that T_T picking one tho, hm... i'd say prom dress by mxmtoon because it's a comfort song of mine that i resonate with ;_; (also very catchy <3) and a song that never fails to put me in a good mood is wear sunscreen by peach pyramid !! the lyrics and melody are so lovely and every time i listen to it i think, "wow.... love is real..." JSHFHSJD

2. fave food is spaghetti and fave dessert is strawberry cheescake !!

3. ever since i got really into lookism last spring, i've gotten sucked into webtoons and other series im into are weak hero, viral hit, and get schooled !! i also really enjoy horror/thriller webtoons, and am currently reading chasing tails and just finished escape room ★ (which was a 12/10 btw i recommend it so much to anyone who likes stuff that makes u wonder about human morals/philosophy)

4. ooh i love these kinds of games :]

theme song if my life were a show: oblivion by grimes - well...;; i've never gone thru the trauma this song describes but i guess the melancholy tone fits ? 😭 (not that im constantly sad but as a quiet introvert with no irl friends i really have that air of sadness around me 😭😭)

boss battle music: daijobanai/im not okay by perfume - the lyrics are sad but the song is a bop 😭😭😭 um. i hope i will be a fun boss fight for the fun music

song that plays when something sad happens: meant to be yours from heathers the musical - wow you'd think this would be my villain era song sjfhskdj it's... a sad-ish song tho ?? would still feel out of place in a sad scene tho;;

villain era song: dance, baby! by boy pablo - HELP.... my villain era is just me being sad my girl bff is dating a trash guy when i could treat her better 😔 (/lh i dont like the concept of friend-zones ;; but the angst of yearning for a dear friend while respectfully keeping your distance is 🤞💔)

horror movie song: i cant handle change by ROAR - holy shit why do i feel like this song would do SO well in a depressing horror movie, like at the end of the movie at a scene where everyone's dead except the main chara who's blaming themself for every life lost.. get me out of this horror movie bro 😭

how my fave lookism chara (sinu) feels about me: lover boy by phum viphurit - i was rlly nervous about this one BUT TELL ME WHY I ACTUALLY GOT SOMETHING SO GOOD AND FITTING??!!?! "LOVER BOY" SINU ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME IM GOING TO BRAINROT THIS ALL DAY (he doesnt seem like the type to doubt himself/have trust issues when it comes to love but oh well AGGWHEJJE)

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The Old Frontier just Ain't what it Used to Be

As I was coasting into work tonight, bleary-eyed and full of cobwebs, I drove past a suburb that's being built along the road I take sometimes. It isn't finished; it still kind of looks like barren farmland, but it is making progress. Maybe it's just me and the media I take in, but it looks so...sinister.

No, I'm not of the opinion that we live in a suburban hellscape. To be fair, we kind of do, but there really and truly is nothing I can do about it. Sorry, Not Just Bikes, but I am not able, nor willing, to move to the magical Netherlands (also known as the only acceptable place to live). I am of the opinion that we should make the best of the situations we have been given, because being mad that I have to drive everywhere has really brought me no satisfaction.

This subdivision is fairly small, (maybe twenty houses? I don't know. Thirty?), and the stark night behind the houses reminded me of The Suburb Beyond the Stars, by M. T. Anderson (part of the highly underrated Norumbegan Quartet) in which a suburb mysteriously materializes in the middle of the wilds of Massachusetts. Sorry, Vermont. I actually looked it up, and it's Vermont.

By the way, I have never read The Forest of the Pygmies, but it is literally the only book I have seen anywhere by Isabel Allende. Never seen the other two books in the trilogy in any bookstores, just that one.

Anyway, I'm trying to decide if tonight is a writing night or not. Maybe when my fingers stop being so puffy and weak, because I am kind of excited to write, you know? I have so much I want to write, and I keep pestering my wife with different little adjustments, such as, "Hey, look, that thing there is like the thing in my story that I have told you about at some point!" or, "I decided maybe Braxton isn't a villain now."

And I still haven't written the part of the story I had a dream about — the part that made me want to start writing this story to begin with — but I'm getting there! I have so many plans for this story, and maybe no one except people I know will read it. I think I don't mind; the literary world moves at a breakneck pace, and it's hard to fit in, even for established authors.

You know, I had that dream when I was working for Wright of Indiana. That was quite possibly the worst job I ever had (competing with Wabash National), and I have to say I met some really cool people there (shoutout to Jack, and that one guy, and all those dipwads that tried to figure out my musical tastes, even though I already told them what I wanted to listen to. Seriously, if you want to listen to your music, just listen to your music; don't try to make it about what "I" would like to listen to, based on your musical tastes, just listen to your own damn music. Unless it has audio from adult films — get out of the van, I don't want to listen to that trash). I remember I spent a lot of time writing on a tablet computer, and I wrote a whole first draft. I told one of my supervisors, and he said, "Whoa! You keep writing, man; I'd never be able to write a book." and I think about that a lot.

I mean, on the one hand, I don't want to discourage you from something, but on the other hand, that just might not be your passion. And that's okay. I can't play musical instruments. Just can't. Never have, and I've made a hard-won conscious decision not to pursue that because I have so much else I'm into. I also would probably not like to read a book that my supervisor there wrote. Maybe. I think what saddened me the most about him saying it wasn't something he could do was that there was this implication that I'm only able to write this or any book because I'm "smart", and he's not.

I appreciate the compliment, but again, different skillsets. I think anyone could write a book. Anyone could write a good book. I'm not even saying that writing a book is hard, but it isn't that you can't — especially if you're tying your intellect to it — because that really misses the point of writing.

I might be more articulate with a range of people that I have been trained to write towards, but I know some people that would stumble over what I'm saying at any given moment, and struggle to understand the progression of what I am writing. It would be fair for me to say that I am not being articulate with those people. If one of the foundational aspects of writing is communication, then I will have failed with some people.

Do they need to get smarter?

Maybe, but I think it is increasingly clear that we should avoid making value judgments based on intellect.

You aren't worth less because you aren't educated.

I don't even know if that's what my supervisor was saying. I hope he's doing okay.

Anyway, I'll see you later, dear reader. Or perhaps you'll see me? I sure don't know.

I am currently listening to:

[bloodyspade0000]

30-day knb challenge: Day 1- Favorite Male character

↳ Haizaki Shougo

I am not justifying Haizaki's behaviour. I think he needs a tall glass of respect woman juice and therapy. This is just meant to explain why he is my favourite character and help you better understand him as a character. Do not send hate or take my words out of context. You will be reported, deleted and cancelled. Thank you and enjoy. :)

My favourite character is Haizaki Shougo *dodges tomatoes* a lot of people in the fandom hate this guy for many reasons. It's kind of funny how many people hate him and the amount of hate he gets just for existing. Like bruh; he's sixteen, leave him alone. 😂

His whole existence is just sad. He was literally created to be hated.

Like straight up, Tadatoshi Fujimaki even admitted that he hated Haizaki. Haizaki's sole purpose of existing is to make the Generation of Miracles look better even though they’re just as problematic as he. No one is fucking perfect and is about time people woke the fuck up and realized it. Your faves are problematic move the fuck on.

Yes, the Miracles are redeemable but so is Haizaki. Yet, unlike the Miracles, he does not get redeemable. No, he disappears and is never seen again. Like bitch, what the fuck!? if you’re gonna introduce a character to only have them disappear for a long time and either have them show up again or just never mention them again. Wasting the potential they had to be a very good character or not having them redeem themselves while the other characters who were just as fucking problematic get a fucking redemption arc because they’re fucking main characters!? What’s the point of that character even existing in the first place? What kind of bullshit is that? Just to have them exist to make the main characters look good? How the fuck does that make sense? Like where is my Haizaki redemption arc? Do I have to write it on my own? I will write it. I am writing one.

Haizaki is the only character I could relate to. Being second best, struggling to find somewhere to fit in and overshadowed and replaced by someone everyone thinks is better than you. It's fucking depressing, okay? You spend your whole life thinking you’re not good enough, and it hurts. I don't feel like going too deep into it because I don't owe you a detailed explanation of my trauma, okay?. So I'll save that for my fics where I self-project half of it onto Haizaki. It’s a coping mechanism, okay? Therapy is fucking expensive.

The anime ruined his whole character, got rid of his whole arc and shorted it down, and made him worse than he really is.

A post explaining how the anime did him dirty and goes more in-depth about his character

I am not trying to justify his actions, i.e. him manhandling Alex and beating Himura up. He does terrible shit. We all do lousy shit sometimes, but that doesn't make us bad people. Making mistakes is a part of being human, and we're supposed to hold people accountable for their actions and help them realize what they’re doing is wrong, allowing them to grow and change. Not condemn them and ostracize them, which leads to isolation and a lot of psychological trauma and self-hatred, and as someone who has dealt with—is still dealing with all three. It is not fun. It makes living painful. Highly unrecommended.

Haizaki does not have a positive role model in his life nor anybody he can turn to, everyone has already given up on him. Even Nijimura and Kuroko didn’t even try to help him, being more focused on the Miracles. (Yes, I know kuroko tried to stop him from throwing his basketball shoes away, but that doesn’t fucking count because after that Kuroko just gave up on Haiazki too). Haizaki has probably grown grew up knowing only violence and not a single ounce of kindness, turning him into the bitter and angry little boy he is.

Haizaki had so much potential. But instead of making him a great villain that potential was WASTED on fucking Kise.

Also, the Kaijo vs Seirin match in the winter cup was completely useless because Kise already got redeemed and he literally got no character development from it.

And Seirin was gonna fucking win anyways because duh thier the main characters. 🙄

Now some headcanons I think about a lot:

1. He gets abused. Some psychological behavioural consequences of child abuse are unhealthy sexual practices and juvenile delinquency, and Haizaki exhibits all three which are some external behaviours of most (NOT ALL) male abuse victims. Haizaki's a womanizer, aggressive, hostile and violent. Yet, he backs down when someone stronger than him comes around and puts him in his place i.e. Aomine and Nijimura.

a factsheet explaining the long term consequences of child abuse and neglect

How to help a friend dealing with family abuse or neglect

How to Handle Abuse

2. He's a victim. And when you're a victim, you either become angry and cynical with everything and everyone around you, swearing never to be a victim again and struggle with gaining back control of your life. Not wanting anyone to see you being vulnerable because being vulnerable makes you weak. Being weak makes you shatter. You always shatter like glass, cutting yourself every time you pick up broken pieces, watching as blood trickles through your fingers.

Your body is constantly on high alert. The default is flight or fight—survival to the fittest.

Or you bite your lip and keep your head down, bottling everything inside and looking for escapes or seeking validation. You want to be wanted and loved because you struggle with loving and accepting yourself. There's always a voice in the back of your head telling you, you're not good enough or that it's your fault. That everything is your fault. Self-hatred and self-doubt are your tormentors.

Or it's a combination between both—a constant struggle.

And I believe Haizaki portrays both from the way he acts and presents himself. Especially since his motto is literally "Survival of the fittest,” and he had once told Kuroko, " there are bad guys and then the really scary people," or something along those lines, which I believe he is talking from experience. You learn from your experiences. They either make you or break you.

3. He's touch-starved.

What Does It Mean to Be Touch Starved?

4. He's bisexual and has a lot of internalized homophobia. I can just feel his internalized homophobia rolling off of him. Bruh, I just know cuz I am bisexual, and I have struggled with internalized homophobia and still sadly struggle with it cuz I grew up surrounded by homophobic people.

I still live with them. 😭

Also, we live in a society that thinks straight is the default.

What internalized homophobia is.

5. His sexual awakening was probably Aomine or Kise. Could be both 😂?

6. He cries himself to sleep every night.

7. He's observant and a great judge of character. It's a fact. This guy literally predicted the downfall of the Miracles. Straight up warned Kuroko too. Too bad Kuroko didn't listen to him.

8. He's hilarious. When he first appeared in the manga, he literally called Himura a loser, lol. XD

9. He's a closeted softie and a total tsundere.

10. doesn't know how to react to kindness and will think you're threatening him or will feel really awkward and uncomfortable but will cover it up with his scowl, or he'll have a breakdown.

11. needs a lot of reassurance and head pats

12. swears a lot. Has no filter.

13. His bother is in the yakuza or some high position of power, and he feels inferior to him. It also explains why Haizaki gets away with things because he would have been kicked out of school if his bother wasn't either-or. I'm talking about his bother being in the yakuza, lol. XD

14. He and Momoi dated for a while but broke up on a mutual understanding that thier relationship just didn't work out. They're best friends and hang out sometimes.

15. Haizaki's good with kids and just genuinely likes them. He would be a great father and try his best to raise his kids right.

16. He gets sick really easily

17. He's clingy

18. He has no friends, mainly because he doesn't want people to get close to him because he's afraid of getting hurt again. Also, everyone in knb hates him.

19. He watches cartoons cuz he was never allowed to watch them when he was a kid. His childhood is trash, okay?

20. He hides in the closet because that's where he feels safe the most—rhetorically and literally.

21. Sleep-deprived and only runs on caffeine and spite.

List of fics that portray Haizaki better than the anime:

Heavy is the head by extrastellar

Idle Hands by DarkWoods

Another Chance by regretting my username_ (777imou_offline367)

What Matters is that We're Together by StrawFairy

06:00:00 of Haizaki Shougo (4) by ReiClien

This Is Happening by SharkGirl

What is Love by voices_in_my_head

A completely uncalled catharsis by oddball

One-shots

intertwined, under a spell by kornevable

ԼƠƔƐ & ӇΛƬƐ by Arthuria_PenDragon

delirium by extrastellar

me with you by doublejoint

Turn My Camera On by wordsliketeeth

At Summer's End by doublejoint

Taste by Hibari1_san

I Can't Get Enough of You by HisDarkSecret

I don't care if it hurts by llowsywriter

Ashes by doublejoint

broken things by lowsywriter

Series:

Finally found each other by suzakukills

This Is Happening Universe by SharkGirl

DNA by flowerway

My WIPS:

Isn’t it lovely?

Broken Crown

Love me, Love me, Love me

Grey skies

Rabbit hole

A playlist of songs that I believe fit Haizaki

Kuroko’s basketball’s manga

In conclusion, You can hate Haizaki as much as you want. But just keep it to yourself. Haizaki is my baby and I will protect him with my life.

[ldyinblckmsk]

Always the extra, never the lead (part 2)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki X F! Reader

Genre: Fluff(?)

Words: 2.6k

A/N: Hey! Sorry for the wait, forgive me for being so lazy omgg. I'm really having a hard time how to end this, so I'm sorry if I just end it like that and feels like rushed. I feel like it's up to your imagination on how you'll pereceive it lololol (i'mjustsolazytocontinue). Thank you for reading! And I'm writing another angst so if you want to get your heart broken again, stay tuned ig.

Shocked. Confused. He didn't actually know what he's feeling that time as he watched you bidding your goodbye with that forced smile. He didn't dare move as if the the gravity was pulling him too hard from his seat.

All he can do is watch your retreating form with a conflicted expression as he try to sort his mind.

He already made a decision. And that is to put a distance between the two of you. So, why? Why did that the fucking organ inside in his chest feels so heavy when you called his nickname with a dejected voice as if that will be the last time you'll him that?

That is a mystery that he didn't want to find out. Yet.

He left the restaurant as soon as you went home, pissed with the nosy extras that's giving him a cruel look for making a girl cry.

Everything went fine after the incident but it doesn't mean that his life will go back to normal. He pushed you away, even though you said that you'll still be his friend, the bridge connecting the two of you is already replaced with a big crater. As much as he wants to act normal, something inside him screams that he's doing thubgs wrong and that irritates him to hell.

"Hello, earth to Bakugou!" A sweet voice makes him go back to reality. His eyes widen for a bit when he saw your face but it immediately disappeared when his crimson eyes fell to the girl he's currently dating. "Geez, Bakugou. If you feel sick, I think you shouldn't pushed yourself coming here."

"Huh? What yer' talking about, shitty woman?!" His tone rises than he intended as he take a bite on his now cold food. It's been a week since they really started going out for real. Taking a walk here and there, eating outside, and such. It's nothing really special. Just like how it used to be when they were young.

Akiya came home from New York last year after her parents died in a villain attack there. Mitsuki's the one who offered her to stay ath their home for a while. She's his childhood quirkless friend, well, technically his mother forced him to befriend her since her mom's a close friend. She was devastated at that time and Bakugou's there to comfort her, having a great sense of urge to protect her.

"Oh? So, you're fine after all." She laughed, teasing him for his outburst which just made him sigh. "You know...," she said trailing her words. "Someone told me that if you don't want to feel regret at the end, you don't have to overthink something and just let your heart decides."

Her philosophical words makes him furrows his brows, not really knocking any sense to him. "Quit the Confucius wannabe act, shitty woman. What the hell are you on?"

She chuckles. "What I'm saying is...before it's too late, you should chase the girl you really love. Y/n, that's her name, right?"

"What the fuck are you trying to say?"

"C'mon, Bakugou! Quit being a dick  and go get your girl. I know you since childhood and, gosh, you're so obvious."

He didn't talk back, not that he doesn't have any snarky remark but he just want to listen and get enlightened. "You didn't really love me." She said that as if it weighs nothing. "We both know it. What we have between us is just platonic. Your urge of protecting me is nothing but a hero instinct really. Like a responsiblity, that's all. You just thought that I'm the one you wanted to protect the most because I'm weak and you already thought that that's love."

He watched her crossing her arms, brow raising up as she tries to lecture him about love and his crooked . "It's clear that you love her. That's why I was so confused when you asked me out. I mean, what the fuck's wrong with your judgement? You're so smart and yet really stupid."

"Then, why did you still accept me?!" His voice raising up, feeling the pent up frustrations as he function his brain. The hazy, cloudy water he's looking at slowly  getting clearer as the girl, who was supposedly dating him is, helping him unravel his feelings. "I'd like to see how long you'd last but I'm getting frustrated at our set up considering how tangled your feelings."

•••

With the energetic sun outside, class 3-A students decided to spend their Sunday inside their dorm. Gathering at the common area as they ramble about how dreading and tedious the day is. As for you, it was just another day for sulking, not really feeling to socialize. A week of holing yourself in your room, avoiding to cross path with a certain someone as you try to heal yourself. It just feels so good lazying around in your room with soft blanket wrapping you up like burrito.

But, of course, someone will come barging in your room and destroy the peace you once had. Hands on her hip, the pink haired looked at you like a mother going to reprimand her child. "I swear, y/n, I'll trash you're room if you didn't stand up right now and have fun with us."

"C'mon y/n-chan! Don't let Bakugou spoil your day." You winced when the bubbly, round face uttered his name. That's one of the reason why you chose to trapped yourself in you room. Hearing any signs related to him just brings back the humiliation and despair you felt that night. "Girl, I'll tell you get over it. You're too good for him. It's his loss for letting you go away."

"Uh, that's absolutely right! And don't get me started with that girl he chose over you. It's clear that you're much better and yet..." Mina intejected empasing the word to prove her point, shaking her head as she clicked her tongue. This just lead Momo to stop the the acid user from dissing the girl. "Mina, don't pick on Akiya. She's a sweet girl."

Tsuyu nodded, agreeing with Momo. "You know they said that the key of moving on is to fill yourself with happiness. So, push those bitterness away from your soul and come downstairs to have fun."

A small smile forming on your lips, grateful for having a best group of friends. Their comforting words and the way they cheer you up makes your heart swell, tears welling up your eyes. 

Fits of laughter welcomes you as your eyes met the chaotic state of your classmates. It's true that they're really having fun. Kaminari, Mineta, and Sero are in the middle, standing as they act something ridiculous while Kirishima, Tenya, Jirou are sitting on the large couch, trying not to laugh so hard as they guessed. They really took charades in the next level. Your other classmates are just on the other side of the couch watching the game, shouting if they figured it out. 

Mina pushed you towards them as the both of you squeezed yourselves at the large couch, sitting beside the crimson locks. You smiled at him when he noticed your presence, feeling awkward, you focused your gaze on the goofy duo.

You're barely containing your laughter when they turn their backs on you, for sure it will be something that will make Ms. Joke insecure with her banters. "Hey, why are you taking so–"

Jirou can't finish her sentence when the sparky blond abruptly faces you. You were losing it, hands on your aching stomach as unsophistacated laughs escape your mouth. Lo and behold, Kaminari with his newly styled hair, split in half as Sero's tape keep it standing. Chest puffing up and flexing his biceps while copying the familiar pro-hero's famous smile.

"That's an awful version of All Might, sparky." You said, cheeks burning up after you calmed down yourself. "Hey, you hurt my feelings, y/n." You cackled at his response, eyes rolling at his childishness.

"But I'm giving you an A plus for making us laugh though."

"Well, it's my pleasure to put a smile on your face." Eyes winking as he shoot his famous thumb gun to you. Oh god, he's really flirting at you in front of your classmates. You snort when you saw Mina playfuly raising her brows, giving you a knowing look.

Another round was immediately ended with Mina shouting the answer on top of her lungs. It was really obvious when Denki held the pervert grape boy and raised him up in the air, immediately giving away the answer for the popular pose in the Lion King.

You saw Denki walking towards you with a playful smile painted on his face. You yelp when he suddenly pulls your hand, making you stand up, guiding you to the middle. You didn't want to spoil the fun, so you just let him do what he's planning about.

"Okay, okay, this time let's change our players! Mineta, please move aside." He said shoving the tiny creature, not letting him protest. "Let the princess here shine with me."

You heard your classmates shout, the girls cheering you while giving you a thumbs up. You both looked at the whiteboard held by Momo, reading the next word to guess, you sighed.

"Oh! T-that's..." Your partner stuttered, scratching the back of his neck as he looked at you flustered. "What? That's really not hard."

It's true though. The word was simple. All they gotta do is imitate the the 'titanic pose'. "I-I..uh..okay."

He snuggled behind you, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. Most of the girls are squeling, too excited at the scene. You raised your arms, spreading just like what Rose did, making your shirt rise a bit. You felt the sparky blond's slender fingers making contact at the little exposed skin, unknowingly sending a tiny jolts. You flinch at the ticklish feeling, leaving a gasp from your mouth. It seems that Denki's purposely tickling you through his electricity.

"Oh my god! S-stop it, Denki." You try to slap his hand away as you let another cackle. "Make me."

The game is now long forgetten when Mina decided to team up with the blind and hold both of your wrists. You're helplessly laying on the floor as he continue to tickle you. Unladylike snort escaping your lips while wagging your head, kicking your foot as you try to pry his hands away.

The class president's scolding Kaminari, hands moving robotically, but it just falls on deaf ears. Your other classmates are having a pillow fight that you didn't  who started it. The common room is now a mess.

Snarky as ever he is, the sight before him adds fuel to the raging fire inside him. The girl beside him is all smiles upon entering the famous UA. Deciding that it's better for her to tag along with him to help him chose the right path and not make mistakes again. Playing cupid and matchmaking really excites her.

"Are they having a party here?" The sweet girl whispered as he scans the now messy common room, pillows being thrown while some are tackling each other. The first thing his eyes land on is the sight of you tackled by the electric user as you laugh your lungs out.

You are really having fun.

"Oh god, are we too late?" Is he? The thought scared the fuck out of him. Your eyes widen when you spot him by the door...with the girl he's dating beside him.

"What the fuck's going on here?!" He yelled, making his classmate's head snapped towards his direction, eyeing the the two of them. Akiya waved her hand, shyly greeting them with a small 'hello'.

His jaw clench, darting eyes on his idiot blond friend. "Bakubro, you're home.." He said, acknowledging his presence as his eyes moved to the girl beside him. "...and you brought your girlfriend."

You were just fine a while ago. Laughing so hard til tomorrow. For the first time after you got rejected, you got a taste of happiness and yet the universe doesn't really want you to make the most out of it. There he was, scowl on his face as he introduce his girlfriend to the Bakusquad.

You classmates began dispersing as they went back to their own rooms, realizing that the fun has ended.

Something's really tugging your heart too hard for your own liking as if it wants to torture you with a heart ache. You didn't know that you're frozen in place like a fucking statue.

Mina crept beside you, nudging your shoulder snapping out of your trance. Denki already let you go upon seeing the fuming new arrival, throwing a glare at him. As you get a hold of yourself, you decided to go back to your room.

But the gods are not done with you, telling that you're still have an important role to fulfill. Someone screams your name, your mission of going back to the room peacefully were interrupted.

"Hey, y/n!" You muttered a curse before facing them. You wanted to raise your eyebrow, be bitchy, and act like you just didn't get your ass dumped by the man she's clinging to. Honey and flowers hit your nose when she engulfs you in a hug. You were surprised by the sudden close of proximity.

"Oh! Hey, uh, You know me?"

You internally slapped yourself at the awkwardness. Still, you're surprised that you're not a stuttering mess. Your heart leapt when your eyes met his vermillion eyes. He's fucking staring straight at you brazenly.

"Of course! Bakugou told me a lot about you." You noticed how the grumpy man opens his mouth to protest but he was shushed by his girlfriend.

"I just hope he's not dissing me." You chuckle, proud of yourself that you're still not crumbling. "No, don't worry it's the opposite actually."

"Well, that's assuring, I guess." Oh, you really want to save by someone from this awkward situation. "And I have something really, really important to say before I went home."

Soon, you found yourself trapped with the couple in your room. Bakugou is just standing by the door, arms crossed on his chest as he sigh while her girlfriend sat at the edge of your bed, moving her head as a signal for the blond to get moving. You just watched them, dumbfounded and clueless on what's going on. "We already broke up."

Your head snapped to her direction, confused. "Huh?"

You're lying if you swore that you didn't almost jump in glee upon hearing that. A bit of hope swelling inside you as you wished that it isn't some kind of prank. But you're confused, why the hell did she informed you that.

"Y/n, I just want to tell you that that man there is so dumb when it comes to feelings and emotions. I want you to listen to him. Okay, I've done my part. Now, Bakugou, it's your turn."

She said getting up, ready to leave the two of you. A smile etched on her face as she watch your confused face. "Good luck!" She whispered to his hear, giving him a playful salute before turning the knob. Now, leaving the two characters who met again in a new act.

Well, people met a lot of characters who play a different role in their lives. Most of them even minor roles will give a new meaning and lessons that will help them nurture themselves. To say the least Akiya is a character who plays an inportant role in the story. She's just there to build the climax of the tale who help the two conflicted protagonists achieved their 'happy ending'.

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For the 30 minute fic meme thingy (just sending in an extra in case the first one doesn't work for you?) Dunno how you feel about reincarnation or crossovers, but how about Izuku is a reincarnated soul? One with a /really/ sad background? Who he was is totally up to you! I'm just a sucker for explorations into who a person WAS versus who they are now, and how the addition of past memories reshape canon in interesting ways! Hope you get lots of cool prompts from everyone and have tons of fun!

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The world is different from what he remembers. 

Much, much different. 

There are heroes. There are heroes, and they all have brilliant Quirks he could have never imagined. Heroes, who stand tall, who shine bright, who do the good he has always strived for. 

It’s no wonder that in this lifetime, a young Midoriya Izuku grows up and loves heroes. 

It’s been a long time since he could explore the world, taste it like it was something new. He packs away his old name and his memories in his mind and just lives. Midoriya Izuku does not have a brother, but he has Kacchan. Midoriya Izuku does not know the dark history of Quirks. Midoriya Izuku doesn’t know about One for All.

Or All for One. 

His brother’s name has been forgotten to time, he quickly realizes. As has his own. History barely remembers them. He doesn’t mind. 

He doesn’t need a Quirk, as much as he’d like to join the ranks of the heroes. He’s seen what Quirks can do to a person. 

Mom apologizes. Midoriya Inko is sweet and kind and gentle, everything the world needs, with an undercurrent of steel. 

I’m sorry, she says, when they tell him he’s Quirkless. Izuku just takes her hand and holds it tight. 

“At least I have you,” he tells her, and tears spring to her eyes when she wraps her arms around him. 

And for a while, that’s enough. Izuku lives. He chases after Kacchan, and they go in circles until they meet in the middle. Kacchan’s his what-could-have-been, his second chance, so Izuku holds his hand tight and doesn’t let go. 

“Do you think you can be a hero?” Kacchan asks. It’s a summer day, hot and bright, but the two of them are sprawled in the dappled shadow of a big tree. Izuku squints up at the pockets of sunlight that peak through the leaves. 

“What do you mean?”

Kacchan huffs. He props himself up on his elbow so he can look at Izuku. “I mean, dumbass, that I’m going to be a hero, and you should be a hero with me. But you’re Quirkless.”

Izuku rolls the thought around in his mind a while. Can he be a hero? What is a hero? Was his brother one? Was he one?

“It doesn’t matter if I’m Quirkless,” Izuku says softly, lifting his hands up. He makes a window with his fingers and peers through it. Then he looks over and finds Kacchan listening raptly. “It doesn’t matter what Quirk you have, Kacchan. Heroes don’t need to have, right? They just need to give.”

That is the folly of All for One. Always taking. Never giving. 

And then Izuku meets All Might for the first time. 

It’s not what he expects. Izuku admires All Might from afar; he is good, and his smile reminds Izuku of a different time and a better time. But then they meet under a bridge, then on a rooftop, finally in fire, and Izuku sees Yagi Toshinori and knows: this is his legacy. 

“You can be a hero,” All Might tells him. He looks weak and gaunt, but it’s still him. 

“I know,” Izuku says. 

When the hero offers Izuku his Quirk (his mouth closes around the words One for All), Izuku accepts. And things begin to change. 

Izuku tells Kacchan, because he knows how secrets fester. Then he trains and trains and works hard under All Might’s watchful gaze. He clears a beach, and remembers that heroes give, and sometimes giving is saving lives and sometimes giving is picking up a piece of trash. 

When he takes One for All, the circle closes. Izuku feels the power swell in his chest (so much greater now), rising and falling like the waves. When All Might asks him what it feels like, to hold One for All, Izuku wipes his tears and says, like coming home. 

When Izuku breaks his arm for the first time he laughs, because he has his Quirk again. And because, well, it’s funny how strange it has become, so different from when he first held it, a glittering piece of thread in his hands.

School comes and goes. Izuku meets friends and writes all their names in his heart. He meets his teachers and admires them for their bravery and tenacity. 

He meets villains, and realizes his story isn’t quite over yet. 

“I need to tell you something,” All Might says one day, voice grave, and Izuku knows in his heart what it means. “I need to tell you about All for One.”

Izuku looks back at his mentor, at this man who has been so kind to him, who has taught him unselfish love. Something he has never had. He looks into the face of a hero and knows that the world can’t lose him yet. 

“It’s okay,” Izuku says gently, and All Might startles. “I already know.”

All Might tells the story he knows. Two brothers. One for All, and All for One. A Quirk passed down from holder to holder, getting stronger each time. A blazing inferno of a woman, Shimura Nana, whose smile is the last thing All Might saw of her. 

Then Izuku tells the story he knows. Two brothers. One for All, and All for One. And before that, the two of them running through fields under the sun and chasing their dreams. 

“I loved him,” Izuku says, smiling, and tears shine in All Might’s eyes. “But he’s forgotten me, hasn’t he?”

Have you forgotten me? Izuku asks. 

The battlefield is streaked with ash. Kamino Ward, buildings crumbling around them. All Might, the last shreds of One for All like hope in his heart. Izuku by his side, on his side, and not on the opposite one. 

All for One stops. He looks different. Izuku can hardly see anything he remembers; gone are the dark eyes and the youth in his face. 

You forget yourself, All for One says, and Izuku steps closer. He reaches out a scarred hand, and All for One stills when green light sparks across it. 

“No,” Izuku says, “you forget yourself.”

He whispers a name that has long been erased from the history records, and his enemy, his brother, stumbles. Looks at him like he’s born anew. 

“Hello, brother,” Izuku says. “The world is different now, isn’t it?”