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Renovating a House: The Ultimate Guide to Modernising a Home

Renovating a house is both exciting and rewarding, yet it is not without its challenges. Our guide is here to ensure your renovation project runs smoothly.

There are many advantages to renovating a house, as opposed to buying a new property or self-building. Perhaps the main advantage of renovating a house is the exciting potential it offers to uncover all manner of charming original features, closely followed by the fact that a renovation project can, if carried out to a good standard, result in a home that sees an impressive uplift in value.

Conversely, there are also some downsides. For one thing, renovation opportunities are not always easy to come by — buyers often clamour to snap them up and are regularly willing to pay a premium for a 'blank canvas.' There is also the risk of buying a money pit that ends up draining your funds and causing undue stress — although this is avoidable if you know what to look out for.

Refurbishing a Property

While it's true that every refurbishment assignment is unique, there are commonly shared tasks and prerequisites across most.

Typically, the standard sequence for a vast majority of renovation endeavours can be summarised as follows:

Identify a project

Evaluate the potential of the project

Develop a comprehensive budget strategy

Conduct property surveys

Secure renovation insurance and warranty if needed

Verify eligibility for any available grants

Seek out an architect

Apply for planning consent

Source a builder Inform building control

Arrange waste disposal

Tackle accessibility issues and inspect existing drainage

Consider energy efficiency improvements

Make the structure weatherproof

Preserve and mend original features

Upgrade plumbing and electrics

Implement internal structural modifications Initial fixing work

Plasterwork Secondary fixing tasks

External enhancements (often these are concurrently ongoing during interior tasks)

Final touches and snagging list

Identifying a Refurbishment Project

Arguably, the most challenging part of renovating a house is the process of locating and purchasing a suitable house for the task. Homes requiring modernisation are perpetually sought after, and consequently, it's not unheard of for individuals to pay over the odds in their quest to outbid others, inadvertently inflating their property refurbishment costs before the work even commences. Those who have the capacity to make a cash purchase often have a higher success rate compared to those depending on a conventional mortgage or a refurbishment loan.

This is because obtaining a mortgage for such a property hinges on an independent valuation to ascertain that the house's worth aligns with the offer you've agreed to. Despite the rapid sale of these properties, it's crucial not to rush into any decisions. Detailed assessments are required to unearth potential issues that could unexpectedly drain your budget.

Luckily, you don't have to proceed blindly. Even before acquiring a refurbishment project, it's feasible to gauge the house's condition accurately. Properties ripe for refurbishment are typically sold via auction or a sealed bid process of final and best offers.

Create a Refurbishment Project Checklist

RENOVATION OR REMODELLING?

The term 'renovation' is often likened to restoration — returning something to its original condition, rejuvenating and revitalising it. In contrast, 'remodelling' typically indicates changing a building, possibly through modifying its design or extending it.

Not all renovation endeavours will suit your needs — some may prove to be overly costly, while others might require excessive work. In the course of evaluating a property for refurbishment, it's vital to grasp its potential — a renovation checklist can prove to be very handy for this purpose.

When inspecting a house, consider the following questions:

Is there room for expansion, such as a rear or side extension, or conversion of a loft, basement, or garage?

Observe the neighbouring properties.

Have they managed to secure planning consent for renovations similar to what you envision?

Is the property situated in a location that suits your needs?

How much of the task will be structural compared to aesthetic?

What are the maximum prices for properties in this area?

Will your refurbishments enhance the property's value?

Are you aware of any covenants or planning restrictions that could hinder your planned extensions or alterations?

Invite a builder or architect to assess the property and request their expert opinion.

Develop a Comprehensive Budget Strategy

If you're aiming to renovate within a budget, this stage is crucial. Prior to purchasing a property for refurbishment, be mindful that, apart from the typical refurbishment expenses, there are several additional costs that you should account for, including:

Reconnection charges: It may be essential to initiate or re-establish a water supply. If one existed previously, it might have been disconnected. You'll also need electricity for power tools or day-to-day living if you plan on staying on-site.

Valuation costs

Council tax

Professional fees: Your budget should include costs for planning consent and Building Regulations approval, an array of surveys, structural engineer reports, and any other professional charges (e.g. tree surveys).

Contingency reserve: Ensure you have additional funds available to manage any unexpected circumstances that might arise (and when refurbishing a property, it is absolutely anticipated)

Legal expenses: You should anticipate paying £500-2,000 for a solicitor or conveyancer to represent your interests.

Determine the Necessary Surveys

The appropriate building survey will ensure early detection of any potential issues. In fact, it's possible to organise a survey even before submitting an offer on the property, granted that the owner approves. However, this typically occurs after an offer has been accepted. A building survey should pinpoint areas of concern and provide an estimate of any urgent repairs required, along with their potential costs. You can utilise the survey report to decide whether to proceed with the transaction, or whether you can negotiate a lower price based on the survey's findings. If a chartered surveyor suspects or identifies the following, they will advise further investigations:

Infestations

Subsidence or heave

Dampness

Drainage issues

A building report should disclose the construction methods employed in the house (which can vary if the house has undergone extensions over the years). This information can subsequently be utilised during the house refurbishment to ensure any new materials and techniques used are compatible. Bear in mind, most structural problems have solutions.

While these may necessitate increasing your budget, early detection will allow for better planning. You also need to be aware that certain structural issues, like subsidence, could influence your insurance options, as well as the eventual resale value of the property.

SHOULD I PURCHASE A PROPERTY WITH SUBSIDENCE?

The presence of subsidence in a property you adore doesn't necessarily mean you should abandon the purchase. Strive to detect any structural issues as early as possible in the project. Not only can they be hazardous, but they can also lead to further damage. Subsidence, or the need for underpinning or piling work on the existing foundations can be particularly concerning. If the walls and roof have experienced lateral spread, steel ties might be required. In some scenarios, the addition of steel props, beams or scaffolding can prevent further collapse.

Arrange Renovation Insurance

Upon contract exchange for a renovation project, you become responsible for the site and, as a result, need to have adequate insurance in place. Renovation insurance protects your property during construction work, and is sometimes referred to as building work insurance, building renovation insurance, or house refurbishment insurance. If you're using a mortgage to finance the project, your lender may withhold funds without a warranty and proof of insurance. Issues such as flooding, theft, or fire typically fall under standard home insurance. However, failing to inform your insurer about significant renovations could invalidate your standard policy. Renovation insurance should encompass public and employer’s liability, coverage for building materials, works, plant, tools, temporary structures, the existing structure, personal accident cover, and legal expenses. The usual costs vary from £500-1,500, depending on the project.

Determine if a Home Warranty is Necessary

While home warranties aren't always required during a house renovation, they can be beneficial. A warranty is essentially a policy covering your home against flaws in design, materials, or build quality. It also covers issues resulting from these defects, typically for about ten years. If you're considering a warranty for your project, get in early as premiums can rise as the project progresses.

Check Your Eligibility for a Renovation Grant

Hire an Architect

After securing your renovation project and evaluating its structural condition, the next step is to create a design for your new home and any planned extensions. Many people find designing an existing house more challenging than starting from scratch. While hiring an architect or designer isn't always necessary, and you might have your own home renovation ideas, large-scale renovations, extensions, or projects in sensitive areas or listed buildings will generally require professional advice. Your choices for a design professional can include an architect, architectural designer, house designer, or even a structural engineer.

A professional designer can guide you through the planning permission process, create designs based on your brief, advise on what may or may not be approved by local planners (some works might fall under permitted development), and give you an idea of how far your budget will stretch. Once you have an approved design you're satisfied with, create a work schedule to ensure improvements are carried out logically to minimise disruption and duplication.

Obtain Planning Permission

Not all house renovation projects require planning permission, but you should check several consent areas before starting work, including:

Planning permission

Building Regulations approval

Listed building consent

To avoid delays, always start your work schedule with projects that don't require planning consent.

If you're altering the roofline or extending, you may require planning permission. If you live in a listed property or designated area, you'll likely need consent before starting work. Consult your local planning department prior to commencement. Remember, even jobs requiring Building Regulations approval can start after giving 24 hours’ notice of compliance intention to the local authority building control department. If you're building near your house renovation boundary, check if your work is affected by the Party Wall Act. Also, have your solicitor review your title deeds or lease—there might be development restrictions on the property.

Source a Builder

If an architect is part of your project, they may have builders they frequently collaborate with and can suggest. Alternatively, you'll have to identify a builder to implement the renovation work unless you're intending to undertake all the work on a DIY basis. The most reliable way to find trustworthy tradespeople is through trusted recommendations. Aim to use builders who have experience in projects of similar type and scale to your own. Before making a final decision, get at least three quotes.

Inform Building Control

All new work when renovating a house must adhere to Building Regulations. From January 2006, new building regulations applications for extensions are required to include plans to enhance the thermal performance of the existing part of the house.

Establish a Schedule of Works

No renovation project should begin without a work schedule. This keeps the project on track and ensures all trades involved understand the sequence of work. With this in mind, let's initiate step one in the renovation process.

A concise and clear work schedule lists every task needed when renovating a house, organised in the most efficient order. It should ideally include who is responsible for each task and the associated costs. Below is a standard work schedule. This may vary depending on your specific project, and your house designer or builder can provide advice.

Assessment of current condition

Halt further decay Grants/Tax concessions

Legal permissions

Structural stability

Demolition work

Handling damp

Drainage

Site access

Major construction work

Weatherproofing Exterior

External works

First fix Plastering

Drying out I

nstalling fixed flooring

Second fix

Decorating Final clean

Moving in Snagging

Plan for Waste Disposal

Resolve Access Challenges

If your house renovation is situated in a place with limited access, it's prudent to strategize ahead of time. Get any large items or machinery needed for landscaping onto the site before new construction work and accumulated materials further restrict access.

Verify Your Existing Drains

Are your current drains functional? Identify the inspection chambers (manholes) and pour distinct color food dye down the toilets and sinks. This helps determine the connections and whether any drains have collapsed and require excavation. After the scaffolding is removed, it's time to connect the external drains to the sewer or septic tank. Some people prefer to do this during the groundwork phase, but this risks damaging the drains during construction — especially if they are exposed in the building trenches before backfilling.

Consider Energy Efficiency Improvements

WHAT IS ECO-VATION?

Eco-vation or eco-renovation, the process of enhancing an old home's energy efficiency, results in a less drafty, more cost-effective, and more comfortable dwelling. To make your finished renovation eco-friendly, you should reduce the amount of heat your home needs and minimize the cost of producing necessary heat. Draught-proofing is vital, as are wall and loft insulation. Upgrading the boiler and heating sources (like old radiators) can further decrease heating bills and create a more comfortable indoor environment. Easy draught-proofing methods include adding draught seal, repairing damaged and poorly fitted windows and doors, and using draught excluders. Insulating old homes can entail adding cavity wall insulation (if walls are cavity), adding internal wall insulation to existing solid walls (which will need plastering afterward), or adding external insulation (a choice for those undertaking an external makeover or re-rendering).

Consider replacing single glazing with double glazing, taking into account its effect on the house's overall aesthetics and whether planning permission allows it.

Ensure Your Renovation Project is Weathertight

Once the roof structure is repaired (or constructed for extensions), felted and battened, the entire structure should be made weathertight to protect against the elements and secure the building. While the scaffold is up, verify that any chimney stacks and pots are sturdy and clear, fit bird guards, and repair lead flashings around chimneys, valleys, hips, dormers, and abutments. If new sections of the roof intersect with old ones, it's generally better to match the existing/original roof covering either by purchasing reclaimed tiles/slates or by replacing one roof plane at the back and using the salvaged tiles/slates at the front.

Doors and windows can now be installed and glazed. If these aren't yet on-site, the openings should be covered with plastic sheets or, preferably, boarded up. Scaffolding will also come in handy for replacing, repairing, and fixing rainwater goods.

Safeguard and Repair Original Features

Many people are attracted to house renovations by the potential to include original features that may still be intact — these add to the character and charm of old buildings. Unfortunately, not all renovation projects will have survived years of neglect, meaning original features could be missing or damaged. Determine which features are worth preserving and which are later additions to avoid unnecessary spending.

Sometimes, repair work might not be cost-effective, and you may need to consider sourcing compatible replacements. However, unless you're willing to invest more, these replacements might not replicate the fine detailing of the originals.

To maintain the original character of your renovation project, pay particular attention to features like: Windows

Floors

Doors

Fireplaces

Original mouldings

Roofs Timber beams

Modernise Outdated Plumbing and Electrics

Rewiring and replumbing a renovation scheme can be costly endeavours, but they provide the opportunity to implement systems customised to your lifestyle, your energy consumption, and future plans for the house. Modernising heating and electrical systems can significantly enhance the final property value.

Execute Internal Structural Modifications

Most renovation and remodelling projects necessitate some form of structural alteration to adapt the house for contemporary living. Historic houses were frequently designed with numerous smaller rooms and may have been subject to haphazard, poorly planned additions over time, leaving the overall layout lacking in fluidity. You might consider extending or repurposing your spaces by demolishing internal walls, extending into the garden, or utilising existing unused spaces, which could lead to a basement conversion, garage conversion or loft conversion.

Undertake 'First Fix' Tasks

You might have come across the term 'first fix' — but what does it signify? Once internal stud wall frames can be constructed and any walls dismantled, flooring-grade chipboard or floorboards can be affixed to joists, and additional ceiling joists can be inserted if needed. Door linings can now be installed, ready for the plasterers to utilise (these are added later for dry-lining), and window reveals and sills can be incorporated.

Once the first fix carpentry (including new staircases) is done, new first fix wiring and plumbing work can be conducted, including soil pipes and drainage connections. At this point, everything that will later be hidden by plaster needs to be installed, including:

Ventilation ducts

Hot water cylinder

Extraction ducts

Wiring for central heating

Controls alarms

Speakers or any other smart home equipment.

Initiate Plastering

With the first fix finished, it's time to plaster walls, affix plasterboard/dry-lining to ceilings and any stud walls (tacking), and repair any damaged plasterwork/mouldings. In older buildings, avoid using modern metal angle beads around arises unless you desire sharp, clean lines: instead, utilise timber beads. Also, consider the type of plaster you use — many older houses were completed with lime plaster, and adding a new, modern plaster might result in damp issues.

Begin Second Fix Tasks

With the flooring in place and plastering complete, you can initiate second fix tasks. The second fix typically involves: Linking up the consumer unit and fitting all light fixtures, sockets, switches, phone and TV points, and the extractor hood Hanging all doors and installing skirting, architrave, spindles, and handrails Setting up the bathroom fixtures and connecting the taps Installing the boiler and controls, and fitting radiators Equipping the kitchen and finishing any fitted furniture Concealing any pipes or soil stacks ready for the decorators Now is also the moment for the plumber and electrician to commission the heating system

Begin External Enhancements

House renovation isn't always about quaint country cottages or perfectly symmetrical period properties. In fact, an increasing number of people are now recognising the potential of post-war properties. While they might not be initially visually appealing, these houses are often cheaper, abundant in natural light, and boast large open internal spaces. They also tend to be less costly than their more attractive renovation counterparts.

Post-war houses present a wealth of opportunity for a spectacular exterior makeover, including new cladding, roofing materials, window treatments, and driveways.

Undertake Final Decorative Touches

Painting and staining should commence only after all second fix work and preparations are complete, ensuring the building is clean and dust-free — otherwise, achieving a superior finish is impossible. Wall tiling in the kitchen and bathroom can now be done. Shower enclosures and doors can be fitted once tiling is complete. Finally, after decorating is finished, any soft floor coverings, such as vinyl and carpet can be laid, and the white goods like the oven, hob, fridge, and washing machine can be installed.

Create a Snagging List

Small issues are bound to emerge in the following months. Address these issues as they come up, or if you engaged tradesmen, request them to return, although anticipate paying for defects that aren't their fault, such as plaster cracks.

If you engaged a main contractor, you may have retained a retention of 2.5-5% on the final payment. This sum is released once they have returned and rectified any defects.

So that's it, 26 tips for the perfect renovation. Dependon work with clients across the country on Building Projects, Kitchen Installs, and Bathroom Renovations and would be happy to help with any aspect of your next project.

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7 Step-by-Step Guide to Profitable House Flipping in Middle Tennessee

Are you looking for a lucrative way to invest in the Middle Tennessee real estate market? House flipping offers incredible potential for profits, but it's important to understand how best to do it. In this guide, we'll show you the seven essential steps of house flipping that can help ensure success in the Middle Tennessee region. Whether you're an experienced real estate investor or just starting out, our step-by-step guide will help you through each phase of house flipping so you can maximize returns while minimizing risks.

With a thorough understanding of the challenges and opportunities associated with house flipping in this area, our comprehensive guide will provide sound advice on everything from finding suitable properties to determining exit strategies. Get ready for successful flips and increased ROI: here’s your 7 Step-by-Step Guide to Profitable House Flipping in Middle Tennessee.

Understanding the Real Estate Market in Middle Tennessee

If you're a real estate investor or just someone curious about the Middle Tennessee market, you're in luck - there's never been a better time to study up on current trends and key locations for profitable flips. But where do you start? Well, for one thing, you could certainly get to know some local real estate agents. These experts have their finger on the pulse of Middle Tennessee's real estate market and can help you navigate trends, understand prices, and find those pockets of hidden value that might otherwise be easy to miss.

Whether you're an experienced investor or just starting out, building relationships with real estate agents is always a wise move - especially when it comes to digging deep into the nuances of local real estate markets like the one here in Middle Tennessee.

Finding the Right Property to Flip

Flipping properties can be a tricky business, but with the right strategy and approach, it can also be a fantastic way to make a profit. One of the keys to flipping properties successfully is taking the time to find the right property in the first place. When you're looking for a property to flip, it's important to consider a range of factors, from the location and layout to the condition of the property itself. Luckily, if you're located in Middle Tennessee, there are plenty of great options to choose from.

By working with a knowledgeable realtor in the area, you can get a better sense of which properties are worth considering and which ones might not be worth your time. And once you've found a property that seems like a good fit, it's important to evaluate it carefully to determine its profitability potential. By doing your due diligence and making smart decisions, you can set yourself up for success in the world of property flipping.

Financing Your Flip

So, you've decided to take the plunge into the world of house flipping. But now comes the potentially tricky part - how to finance your project. Luckily, there are a few different options to explore. First up, you could consider a traditional bank loan or a home equity line of credit (HELOC). These options often come with lower interest rates, but they can also be a bit harder to qualify for than some other options. Another avenue to explore is private lending - essentially borrowing from individuals rather than institutions.

This can often be a quicker and easier route, but the interest rates may be higher. And then there's the option of using your own funds, if you have the available cash - the advantage being you're not beholden to any lender, but the downside being you can quickly eat up your savings if something goes wrong. In any case, it's important to weigh the advantages and disadvantages of each option carefully before making a decision.

Planning Your Renovation

Undertaking a large renovation project can be a daunting task, but with proper planning, it can yield significant benefits in terms of both your property's value and daily comfort. To maximize your ROI, start by identifying areas of your home that need the most attention and determining which investments will give you the biggest return. Whether it's a new coat of paint, updated fixtures, or a complete overhaul, careful budgeting and research will help you make the most of every dollar spent. Additionally, be sure to avoid common mistakes such as underestimating the project's timeline or skimping on the quality of materials and labor. With solid planning, attention to detail, and a little bit of patience, your renovation dreams can become a reality.

Executing the Renovation

When it comes to executing a renovation in Middle Tennessee, homeowners are faced with the choice of hiring contractors or taking on the project themselves. There are pros and cons to each option. Hiring contractors can minimize the risk of mistakes and ensure that the renovation is completed efficiently. However, it can also be costly and require a great deal of research to find the right contractors for the job.

On the other hand, choosing to DIY a renovation can be more budget-friendly, but also comes with the risk of mistakes and can be extremely time-consuming. Regardless of the path chosen, it is important to carefully manage the renovation timeline and budget to ensure a successful outcome. This involves planning and sticking to a realistic timeline, as well as budgeting for unexpected expenses that may arise.

Selling the Property

Selling a property can be a daunting task, especially if you've invested time and money in flipping it. It's important to set the right price to attract potential buyers who are willing to invest in your property. Tips like researching the real estate market in your area, analyzing the costs of repairs, and leveraging the expertise of a real estate agent can help you set a competitive price. Additionally, marketing strategies play a crucial role in attracting buyers and selling your property quickly.

Consider staging the house to showcase its best features, utilizing high-quality images and virtual tours, and listing it on multiple online platforms to increase its visibility. Overall, setting the right price and using effective marketing strategies can make all the difference in selling your flipped house.

Legal and Tax Considerations

As you begin your journey of house flipping, it's important to understand the legal and tax implications that come with it. A solid grasp of these aspects will not only protect you legally, but also ensure you make the most profit possible. Firstly, the legal aspect of house flipping involves knowing the ins and outs of contracts, zoning laws, and other regulations that can vary from state to state. Secondly, understanding the tax implications is crucial, as your profits will be taxed as a business income rather than a capital gain.

However, there are several strategies you can employ to minimize taxes, such as holding properties for over a year to qualify for long-term capital gain tax rates. With proper preparation and knowledge, navigating the legal and tax considerations of house flipping can be a smooth and profitable experience.

Conclusion

House flipping is a great way to make money in Middle Tennessee and anyone with the right know-how and background can do it successfully. The seven major steps must be taken into account and should be planned for carefully before beginning. But when done properly, house flipping can be a lucrative business endeavor that will generate lasting financial rewards. Follow this guide to develop a trusted system with essential industry connections, have an accurate understanding of market trends, find profitable leads, execute deals quickly and easily, build trusting relationships with contractors, ensure a safe rehab process, and finally close on the deal successfully.

With the help of these key guidelines you are sure to achieve success in real estate flipping in Middle Tennessee. Now get out there and start making your dream of becoming a successful house flipper come true!

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Eco-friendly Packaging Alternatives Every Business Owner Must Know

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firewoodfigs · 4 years ago

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Hi!! Could you do "It was a hospital bed, and A slipped in carefully to lie beside B all night" for a Royai fic from that prompt list? Thank you!! ❤️❤️

hello anon!! thanks for the prompt aaaah I had a lot of fun toying with it in between work and the other shenanigans that have been cropping up this week <3 I hope you don't mind the somewhat unusual ending ahaha I dimly recall writing a few other fics indirectly responding to this prompt (here and here!) so I wanted to try something slightly different from my usual fare 👉🏻👈🏻 part of this was also originally from a two-shot I'm working on, tweaked to fit the prompt hehe. I hope you enjoy!!! 🥰

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Riza can think of a million reasons why hospitals are awful.

First, the food. She’s not sure if it’s as nutritious as they make it out to be; there are times when she wonders if it’s even edible. She’s had worse, of course - hospital food isn’t as bad as ration bars - but she’s quickly getting tired of eating plain yoghurt and bland porridge every day, for every single meal.

Second, the stench. Riza hates that every inch of the place smells like a victim of obsessive cleanliness; she has to resist the urge to upchuck every time the door opens and the smell of chemicals and antiseptic filters in like an unwanted guest.

Third, the fact that she’s sharing a room with a man who, at this point, is behaving more like a cat on hot bricks than a disciplined soldier is quickly driving her insane. She’d readily agreed to be his caretaker, of course; Riza doubts there’s anyone else capable of dealing with his antics and ever-growing anxiety. But after hearing him sigh and toss and turn in his bed for the fifty-eighth time that night (she’d counted, because she was bored out of her wits, and there was nothing else she could do other than sleep or stare at the ceiling, per doctor’s orders), Riza decides she’s just about had enough.

She looks at him from her bed. He’s presently engaged with twiddling his thumbs, thinking out loud.

Riza sighs and rises from her bed quietly. She brings the IV stand along with her - an unnecessary inconvenience - and carefully slips into his bed once she’s made sure that the tubes and wires connected to them are tangle-free.

“I never pegged you as an opportunist, Lieutenant,” he murmurs, despite her best efforts to be discreet. “Sleeping with your commanding officer while he’s blind?”

“You could always court martial me later, sir,” Riza deadpans. “Now scoot over.”

Luckily, he obliges without much retort.

“Your wish is my command.”

Riza huffs. She adjusts the thin, scraggly piece of linen that the hospital justifies as a blanket - another downside of this shitty place - and makes sure he’s probably covered, warm.

“Three words,” she mutters.

“Eight letters?”

“Twelve, actually.”

Roy raises a brow. “What could it be?”

“Would you like to wager a guess, sir?”

“Not really.”

“You’re an idiot,” she says. Roy laughs, and it’s a tiny little sound that is so discordant with his current mood, but it’s at least genuine. “Now go to sleep.”

“Alright, alright.”

He stops fidgeting, for a while. Riza closes her eyes and attempts to fall asleep - and she actually does, for a while - at least until she hears the sheets rustling again, the movement and tension coming from beside her. She groans softly.

“You should sleep, sir.”

She feels him stiffen. Roy smiles sheepishly, looking right through her like she’s not there. It still unnerves her how this is probably going to be their new normal: him without his sight. Her as his eyes.

“Sorry.”

Riza frowns. An apology is not the answer she wants. What she wants is for him - or them both, actually - to sleep and rest and properly recuperate so that they can have a speedy recovery, so that they can get out of here as soon as possible.

“Bad dreams?” she asks, because it’s the exact same thing that’s been haunting her. (She’s lucky her throat makes it impossible for her to scream or kick up a fuss; she’d hate for Roy to stumble blindly through the room in what he probably thinks is an act of chivalry and/or heroism.)

He shrugs.

“Then and now,” he offers. His smile fades, and he lapses into an unexpected moment of vulnerability. “Hard to differentiate between day and night nowadays, too.”

And because Riza doesn’t know what to say, she simply brushes her knuckles against his.

Roy returns the gesture, drawing indiscernible patterns on the back of her hand with his bandaged one.

“Well, it’s almost midnight now, sir.”

He lets out a small laugh, but it’s painfully hollow.

Riza shifts slightly. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze - hospital beds are clearly not meant for two persons (or anything inappropriate) - but it doesn’t bother her all that much. She just wishes there’s more she can do, to comfort him. Make him feel a little less gloomy.

“It feels like I’ve been sleeping for years.”

“If it helps reduce the incidents of you falling asleep during office hours, then you should get more sleep now, while you can.”

Roy turns, like he’s searching for her, even though there’s not much closer she can be at this point. He exhales shakily. She feels his hand trembling against hers, and responds with a gentle caress. (She knows he’s still feeling guilty, probably berating himself internally about their predicament, about what transpired beforehand. And to be fair, there’s a part of her that’s still angry about all that's happened underground. They’ll probably have to talk about it, at some point, but probably not now — not when they’re both still drugged up and only half-lucid.)

“Humour me, Lieutenant.”

“What?”

“I can’t sleep,” he confesses. Dimly, Riza notes that his voice has taken on a somewhat petulant edge — like a child complaining about their bedtime, but she doesn’t comment on it. Being nearly bedridden for a week is enough to drive her nuts, too. “I’ve tried counting sheep and all that shit, and it’s just — it’s not working.”

Riza sighs. She’s tired, yes, but she’s also aware that she’s probably not going to get any sleep at this rate. She tries to think of ways to stave off his restlessness. Reading is one — she can probably bore him into sleep with a Xingese recitation (she’s gotten pretty good at that lately), but she’s technically not supposed to be talking much. Alcohol is another, but neither of them are supposed to be drinking (and besides, the only form of alcohol available in hospitals isn’t meant for human consumption). Maybe chess, then. She’s not particularly keen on playing a game of chess, now (because she just wants to sleep), but she thinks it’ll help exhaust some of his boundless energy.

“We could play a game of chess, if you want. Breda was kind enough to drop a vinyl board here in the afternoon.”

“I can’t see —“

“I’ll tell you where I move my pieces.”

He frowns, clearly not liking the idea. “You’re not supposed to be talking much, Lieutenant.”

“I’m fine,” she insists, turning to pour a cup of water for herself before continuing. “I won’t have to speak much — unless you’re being a nuisance or a cheat or a fraud.”

He laughs. “I’ll be none of those things, Lieutenant.”

“Good.”

She sets up the board on his bed and helps him sit up. Riza lets him play white.

“It’s your move, sir.”

“You’ve made yours?”

“No. You’re playing white.”

“Tough. It’ll be more embarrassing if I end up losing.”

Riza smiles. “Well, we don’t know that yet, sir.”

He opens with pawn to e4. She helps him move his pieces and parrots her movements back to him. Pawn to e4, too. Pawn to d4. Same here. A closed game, not quite like his usual aggressive style of playing.

Riza watches as he frowns with intensity. It’s probably more a test of memory than strategy for him at this point. She wonders if there’s a way he can adapt to chess, to the military’s utilitarian (and frankly unsympathetic) demands now that his sight’s impaired.

(Life is so unlike chess, Riza thinks, in spite of Roy’s silly metaphors that postulate otherwise. The rules are never fixed, and the universe is always rife with uncertainty. It’s not like chess, where you can predict your opponents’ moves if you get good enough. Neither of them had expected that he’d be here right now, losing sleep and contemplating life over a chessboard while blind.)

He clucks his tongue, reciting a series of movements from memory. The Blackmar-Diemer. Riza smiles indulgently.

Still as aggressive as ever, sir.

Of course.

The game quickly becomes a round of blitz, and though he manages to open his lines and mount a rather decent attack, it’s clear that he has trouble recalling after the eighteenth move. It's still an impressive feat, though. Better than the average layperson.

“Check,” Riza announces, conversationally. Technically, she’d had the advantage, both on the board (and in real life). It shouldn’t really count, and besides, checkmate isn’t her objective — it’s to get her commanding office to sleep.

“Well-played,” Roy hums. He’s strangely still in his bed as he closes his eyes, rubbing at his temples — presumably to ease off an oncoming migraine. It happens a lot, when he’s in deep thought, when he’s over thinking. Thinking too much for his own good. “I need to work on my recall, I think.”

“I think so too, sir.”

He laughs, but the sound is again empty, foreign. It is so at odds with his usual smirks and unbridled laughter (when he’s laughing at someone else, or a joke made at somebody’s expense), like there’s an ache beneath the surface that she cannot reach.

Roy turns slightly, bumping into his dethroned king as he adjusts himself on the bed.

She blames the sudden, uncharacteristic urge to cry on her drugged-up system.

(Riza doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to how uncommunicative his eyes are. He’s always regarded each and every one of his subordinates with respect and meaning and gratitude, but he’d simply looked over the unit as if taking inventory when they had come by earlier.

But she’ll make do, Riza thinks. She has to. She’s always known him in a way nobody else has, in a deeply intimate way, like a book she’s memorised by heart.)

They fall silent for a few minutes. His lips part a little - she knows he’s about to say something - but it snaps shut again, like he can’t bring himself to say the words.

Riza simply waits for him, like she always has; holding onto his held breath like it's the last thread of hope. She leans into his touch a little closer than necessary.

I’m right here, even if you can’t see me.

Roy smiles.

“I hope I won’t forget your face, Riza.”

#royai #royai fanfic #royai fic #sorry my lunch break is almost over so I gotta go back to work LOL but I will come back and edit this later AHAHAHAH #my new brand is 'excessive usage of chess metaphors' and man. it shows.......#lovely anon <3 #have a great week anon!!! mwahmwahmwah!!!!!!#reblogs and comments are always appreciated :")

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faulty-writes · 4 years ago

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Can I request a Pro Hero! Deku x Pro Hero! Reader where reader is an undercover hero who can’t talk about her missions or the injuries from her missions because of confidentiality, and Deku himself doesn’t tell her that he goes to the hospital when he gets severely injured, and then it just spirals into an argument?

There were many heroes that inspired you, especially when you were attending U.A. Spending long hours figuring out your power moves and trying to be the top student. Not to mention the team training exercises you were put through. But one student, in particular, always managed to catch your eye.

The one who grew up to become the Pro Hero: Deku. However, you always tried to stay clear of interacting with other heroes, not because you felt lesser compared to them. But because of the line of work you had chosen, most wouldn’t risk becoming an underground hero.

In general, being a hero was considered dangerous work. The select few who made the choice to do underground or undercover work were admired and often sought out for their skills. But like with most things, there was a downside. One of the strict rules you had to abide by was confidentiality. Your missions, as well as your injuries, were to be kept under lock and key.

But most pro heroes tended to hide their injuries anyway. Either because of fear of ruining their public image or to not worry those that happened to be close to them. But either way, the truth cannot remain hidden forever, and such was the paranoid thought that haunted you every time you saw Izuku.

Since graduating, you two had grown close. Maybe too close, but even when you were off-duty and happened to spot the green-haired man. He’d always seem so keen on inviting you to lunch or some type of hangout, anywhere he could get some peace and quiet with you.

At first, you were hesitant. Too worried or paranoid that Izuku would pry into your personal life, you knew from your schooling days that Izuku tended to be overly interested in other people's lives and their inspiring stories which were usually tied to some injury or major event that changed them and their perspective as a hero.

But Izuku’s company was welcomed and it was nice to vent about a few things regarding your life. But that seemed to change the rare times Izuku spotted an injury on you, whether it was a simple bruise, or bandages surrounding a certain part of your body. While he never questioned it, you always feared he would.

But that never stopped you from continuing to spend time with him, which is why you found yourself at his apartment. He chose to remain living in the same building as his mother which you understood considering his close relationship with her and the fact his father spent long periods of time away from home.

It happened to be a rainy day and the droplets created an eerie echo as they hit the roof of the building. But you remained unphased as you sat on Izuku's couch, the clinking of ice almost drowning out the sound of the rain. You clenched your jaw as you moved your legs, such was not an easy task due to the fact you had gotten injured yet again during a mission.

The lengths some villains would go in order to keep a secret was amusing, especially when it came to underground fighting rings where illegal quirk enhancing drugs were used. But one had to be careful as these quirk enhancers came with a price, if ingested the user lost all rational thinking. Rendering them nothing but a violent, rage-filled opponent.

The villain you had faced was dangerous, their quirk allowing dense crystal-like spikes to grow from any part of their body. They had attempted to render you helpless by piercing your legs repeatedly, the sound of your flesh being torn and the bloody mess that followed was almost too much to think about.

But the fact you had refused to give up even as you laid on the ground, unable to run was somewhat admirable. In the end, if it hadn’t been for Best Jeanist and Hawks. You would have lost your life, you almost felt embarrassed that the previous generation of Pro Heroes had to save you.

It was almost like you were in school again, seeing how far you still had to climb. But luckily, your legs were 'stable' after a few operations and Recovery Girl’s efforts. But you had lost a lot of muscle, which meant you would be out of commission for a while or so was the recommendation. You knew as a hero such was unrealistic.

When you were on your feet, your legs shook and threatened to give out from underneath you. This forced you to sit or play a strategy game of leaning against furniture and walls in a way that wasn’t suspicious or drew attention to the fact you could end up on the floor at any moment.

“I hope I didn't put too much ice…” Izuku said as he took the seat next to you, the ice in question continued to float along the top of your glass. You looked at it a moment before nodding, “It’s fine. Thank you, Midoriya,” your fingers tightened around the glass before you brought it to your lips and took a sip.

The cool liquid flowed down your throat before you placed the glass on top of your thigh. You turned to look at Midoriya who returned your stare with a smile. “I’m glad,” he responded before he went to take a sip of his own drink. But, he paused when a subtle vibration coursed through the floor and shook the furniture.

The ice in your drink bounced, clinking together rapidly before the windows of Izuku’s apartment cracked and shattered. A cry escaped you and before you could properly react, you felt Izuku’s warm embrace. Your head pressed up against his chest and his arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the bits of glass that sprayed all over.

The air in the room grew cold and you could feel raindrops against your skin. The glass you had been previously holding was now shattered on the floor and you would have felt bad for involuntarily breaking it if not for the fact that Izuku leaned back up. His attention turning to the now shattered windows as the rainy wind dampened his hair, making the green strands stick to his forehead with ease.

He then scrambled to get up, leaving you on the couch with a surprised expression. Your fingers curled into the damp cushion you sat on while Izuku looked out one of the windows. His eyes narrowing as he witnessed a dark cloud of smoke through the rain, it looked like it was coming from one of the distant buildings.

His hand slowly folded into a fist and he turned to look at you. Immediately you recognized the expression in his eye which was only confirmed when he walked back over to you. “Come on,” he spoke urgently as he held his hand out and your body stiffened. You looked at that offered hand, watching as a few drops of rain slid off his palm.

Then you slowly glanced back at him, goosebumps beginning to rise across your skin. His hand flexed impatiently, “Uh…” you trailed off, unsure if you could actually get onto your feet properly. But you knew that wasn’t an excuse, you were a hero and you’d push yourself if you needed to.

You swallowed hard before reaching for his hand, his grip was just as urgent as his voice and he pulled you onto your feet. Of course, you weren't prepared for such a thing and a gasp escaped you. Now standing tall, your legs began to course with that familiar numb feeling.

You reached up to brush your bangs out of the way, allowing them to clump together with the rest of your dampened hair. “We have to take care of this situation, are you ready?” he questioned as he released his grip on your hand, flashing a determined smile your way. Your legs began to tremble and you hoped Izuku would continue to focus on your face rather than the fact you could collapse any moment.

Still, you nodded. Izuku returned it before stepping back. Creating enough distance between you two before tightening his fists and bending his arms. You watched that all too familiar quirk of his activate, green lightning-like streaks surrounding him. While interesting, your focus seemed to be elsewhere.

Mainly his shirt and the way the wet fabric clung to his arms, allowing the shape of his biceps to come to light. He turned to you, that smile of his growing before he took off. The backlash of wind ruffled your hair and caused you to bring your arms up in an attempt to shield yourself.

You looked out the shattered window with amazement as Izuku flew through the air. Then your legs finally gave out, making you land roughly on your knees among the broken pieces of glass on the floor and a soft growl escaped you. ‘Come on…’ you thought as you tried to push yourself up once more, reaching out for the coffee table in front of you.

However, the slippery surface made it hard to get a proper grip. ‘The city needs you!’ the words echoed in your head before you began to pull your body up. Legs shaking underneath your weight and your knees were faced inward.

But regardless, you slowly took a step forward. It seemed to take longer than it should have and your body was soaked by the time you reached the far end of the city. More explosions sounded and the ground beneath you shook violently causing you to fall to the cracked pavement which had several metal pipes sticking out of it.

You prayed there were no severed electrical wires laying about, you didn't feel like getting electrocuted. Regardless, you focused your attention away from the pavement when you saw a small shadow. Tilting your head up, you could see Izuku floating through the air. His shirt and pants ripped and a fair amount of dirt covered his person, but it ran down in thick lines thanks to the rain.

You could hear the chatter of civilians and turned your head, your heart sinking at the sight of their worried expressions. ‘What’s going on!?’ ‘Are you a hero!? Why aren’t you saving us!?’ Sometimes you hated how civilians would mock heroes and demand things from them. But still, it was your job to save them and you wouldn’t let them down...if you could help it.

“Please take appropriate action, the heroes will properly handle this situation,” you promised, though as usual you got some eye-rolls and muttered comments expressing doubt in your abilities. You tried your best to ignore them and started for the area you saw Izuku flying through, taking note of the destroyed and crumbled buildings.

Bits of shattered glass was everywhere and metal signs that once stood tall were bent in ways that weren’t entirely possible. You tried to ignore the way the rain seemed to create some odd rhythmic noise against the pieces of metal. But a voice cut through the white noise seconds later.

“Look out!” Izuku’s voice came and you felt the ground underneath you shake before a loud crack echoed. You tilted your head up, watching as part of a building slid out of place and began to hurtle down towards you. Casting a large shadow over the area you stood and you couldn’t move, your legs were too weak in their current state to maneuver the way they needed to.

The fact your body was shaking from the cold and your clothes were sticking to your body didn't help either. “Y/n!” this went unheard by you as you crossed your arms over your head, ready for the impact that could possibly end your life. However, you didn't feel it. Instead, it felt as though the wind were knocked out of you.

Someone’s arms came to wrap around your waist and the world blurred around you. However, the impact from the building hitting the ground sounded, and you were almost worried the noise would make your ears bleed. But the violent series of vibrations that came after was more of a concern.

It seemed the whole city shook, broken glass falling from the skyscrapers up above only to mix with the rain to create a dangerous shower that could cut one to pieces. You cried out when your back hit the ground causing your shirt to get ripped and bloody scrapes to appear on your skin.

You coughed before opening your eyes, a little dumbfounded as you realized what position you were in. Flat against the ground with Izuku above you, his hands placed on each side of you and he was looking directly at you. Droplets of rain fell from his hair and onto your face, and you couldn't help but notice the way those wet strands hung down to frame the sides of his face.

Yet his determined and angry glance distracted you more than anything and you noticed there was a faint amount of blood dripping from his forehead as well, but the rain was doing its best to wash it away creating nothing but bloody wet lines. “Deku…?” you questioned in a soft voice before noticing the state of his arm.

The shredded skin was oozing red which dripped down and soaked into the pavement below. Was that from pulling you out of the way? Did he get hurt as the building was coming down? The guilt made your stomach twist and you tried to reach out for him.

But Izuku’s head quickly turned to look over his shoulder and you had almost forgotten about the villain present until their voice came, ‘How nice, the poor little hero has to save his backup,’ you froze before leaning to the side in an attempt to get a look at the villain.

It seemed they had some type of muscle-enhancing quirk. While you were in slight awe-struck, Izuku stood on his feet. His back facing you so you wouldn't notice how his eyebrows slanted in anger. But you did take note of the way his fists tightened and shook slightly. For a moment, you thought back to how much he had grown as a hero.

He was making his way through the hero ranks at an amazing speed and showed his bravery almost every day. Pushing himself through every challenge, so why were you still on the ground? You needed to stand by the hero that inspired you and with that thought, you pressed your hands against the wet and uneven pavement.

Your feet slipped a few times and your legs struggled to find the strength to push the rest of your body back. You failed to notice Izuku briefly turn his head to look at you, but either way. You still hoped he wouldn't figure out what was wrong or why you were having trouble standing.

Though most heroes would know better than to look away from the villain they are facing off with, you weren’t so slow when it came to such a thing. Izuku was still looking at you and opened his mouth to speak, but you noticed the movement from behind him. The villain reeled their arm back, ready to cause more destruction and harm.

“Deku look out!” you screamed, it was almost ironic how this had turned into a shouting competition. However, your words seemed to do their job and Izuku's eyes widened as he quickly turned his head back. Having barely enough time to react as the villain brought their arm down against the already damaged pavement, which cracked like the glass pieces that were laying around.

Izuku quickly turned and you found yourself being scooped into his arms just before he kicked off the ground, the backlash of which collided with the villain's attack and created a large hole that swallowed the remaining buildings in the area, as well as the few cars that were parked along what was once the street.

Your eyes widened at the display, though the pouring rain made it difficult to see any details as well as the fact you were soaring through the sky with Izuku. Your arms securely wrapped around his neck while you cursed yourself for becoming a target, you were more of a burden on him at this point.

But you knew Izuku didn't care, he would save you over and over again. It was a hero's job, and when he finally landed on top of a building he gently put you down. But once again your legs didn't seem up to the task of holding you, and down you went.

"Ah!" Izuku held his hand out to you but both of you paused when you heard the villain's laugh echo through the rain. You knew that sound would haunt you for the rest of your life, but even so. A sense of anger suddenly washed over you. There was no way you’d let Izuku face this villain on his own.

But Izuku seemed to have already made up his mind, "Stay here," he instructed before he ran towards the railing of the building and jumped over it. Hurling himself towards the villain below. That's when you realized Izuku had placed you a good way's away from the danger, "Why did..." the answer was obvious, he wanted to protect you.

But you weren't meant for the sidelines and you slowly made your way to the edge of the rooftop. Watching as Izuku landed in front of the villain, “Why do you want to do this?!” he demanded, though you were unable to hear him as the rain drowned him out.

However, you found yourself clinging to the railing of the roof when the ground shook yet again. Izuku reeled his fist back and landed a hit on the villain causing him to slam into several buildings that were facing the opposite of you. One hand was covering your mouth as you watched them begin to fall.

Your other hand was still clasping onto the railing and you tried to push down your nerves when you felt those aftershocks grow more violent. Yet again the thought of not allowing Izuku to face this villain alone came to mind, and you struggled to get onto your feet which slipped against the rooftop flooring.

Damn, you should have worn shoes with more traction. However, you managed to get onto your knees and forced yourself to stand. You took a step closer to the edge, watching as the fight between Izuku and the villain continued.

More damage unraveling before your eyes, you knew if you could activate your quirk while the villain was in your range, you might have an advantage. You smiled at the thought and your attention was turned back to Izuku who was once more flying through the air, his muscles tightened and injuries visible.

“Deku!” you shouted, effectively catching his attention as he glanced down at you from above. You quickly wiped your face, a little annoyed at the rain at this point. “Bring him over here!” you screamed, “I can use my quirk on him!” Izuku while unsure of your plan, seemed to understand and nodded before landing against one of the broken buildings.

His legs bending before he kicked off of it at record speed. You lowered your eyebrows, a smirk coming to your face as you made your way to the center of the roof. Carefully balancing yourself on your shaky legs. One was placed behind you and the other, in front and bent at the knee.

You continued to feel those vibrations course through your bones and the loud echo of pieces of building crashing to the ground, the cries from both Izuku and the villain mixing into one. Izuku was bringing him to you, that much you could count on. Despite the fact, your quirk wasn't the most flashy.

But if used correctly, it could have a powerful effect on the world around your body. Similar to Nemuri Kayama, your body expelled a certain type of gas that affected your opponent's nervous system and rendered them unable to move. The vibrations continued to course through the building you stood on.

But you buckled your legs refusing to allow yourself to fall as you finally saw the villain coming into view. His bulky arms crossed as he fell through the air, Izuku following. Falling from above with his fist reeled back. You knew what he was doing, he was delivering the villain to you using one of his smash moves.

As his fist collided with those crossed arms, there was a massive backlash and a powerful gust of wind came. You knew the force building between the two was bound to send them both flying but you put your trust in Izuku, he'd do what you asked. With that thought, you brought your hands together.

Focusing on releasing your quirk, the thin dark-colored gas began floating around you forcing you to hold your breath. Like many quirks, yours had a drawback. In your case, your quirk could in turn have a negative effect on you. But over the years you had trained yourself to restrict your breathing long enough for you to get an advantage.

A loud sound rang through the air, violently shaking the city and almost bringing you back to your knees. This was followed by a large shadow casting over you, "Hm?" tilting your head, you watched as the villain descended from the sky and towards you. 'This will be tricky,' you thought as you took a few steps back.

Your movements coming to a halt when you hit the railing, which you were partly grateful for as you didn't want to plummet to the ground below. Your quirk continued to build, casting a cloud around you. This combined with the rain made it difficult to see when the villain came crashing through the roof.

But, the violent shake made your feet slip from underneath you and for a moment you almost opened your mouth. But you forced yourself to keep it closed by sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. You had no idea where Izuku was, but you slowly crawled over to the large hole and glanced down into the darkened building.

The only source of light seemed to be the sparking wires that were left behind as a result of the villain crashing through several floors. But you heard a faint groan which meant he was still alive and possibly unable to move due to the small trauma his body had just gone through.

Still, you smiled. ‘I’ve got you’ the words echo in your head before you stretched your arm out. Channeling your quirk into the building, allowing it to fill the open space quickly. As long as the villain inhaled it somehow, he would be rendered useless and no longer a threat. However, a piece of the roof broke underneath your hand and you found yourself falling forward.

"Ah!" you finally opened your mouth, a dull pain coursing through your bottom lip as you tried to regain your balance, your free hand swaying through the air trying to grab anything while your other was digging into the floor of the roof. In your frantic attempt to regain your balance, you ended up breathing in the gas from your quirk.

You managed to push your free hand against one of the metal beams that was sticking out and used what remained of your strength to push your body back. You fell onto your side and reached up to wrap one hand around your throat. Your eyes widened, though your quirk was no longer in use.

The gas around you continued to cloud your vision and you knew it was too late, you could feel your quirk's effect. Your body refusing to move from its position no matter how much you forced it to try. A soft growl escaped you as you laid next to the hole in the roof, praying that the same thing was happening to the villain as you were rather helpless at the moment.

However, from the corner of your eye. You noticed a figure land on the roof, but you couldn't make out their features. You prayed it was Izuku and not some accomplice of the villain. A silence filled the air before you spoke up, “Izuku?” you questioned as you heard the villain from down below give another groan.

Obviously, succumb to your quirk and realizing they couldn’t move. Yet, your attention or at least what you could give of it remained on the person behind you. “Y/n,” the silhouette spoke, and you immediately recognized the voice belonging to Izuku just as you thought.

“Thank you,” he said before kicking off the roof, leaving you bewildered and confused. “Izuku…?” you questioned again, wanting to hold your hand out but your quirk preventing you from doing so. The muscles in your body refusing to move, ‘He left me here like this?’ you questioned just as you heard sirens in the distance.

“Are you sure this as well as your actions are justified?” Tenya’s question cut through the air as he crossed his arms and looked at Izuku who remained lying in his hospital bed. Several bandage wraps covered his arms, legs, and feet. He narrowed his eyes on Tenya who, in turn, kept his stern expression.

“I understand withholding truth in fear of harming someone else, but Y/n is your friend are they not? I cannot agree with leaving them alone after they subdued the villain,” Tenya stated, his fingers tightening around his forearms. The tone of his voice was just as stern as the expression he wore and he opened his mouth to speak again when the familiar sound of a curtain being pulled back broke through the room.

He immediately glanced over his shoulder and Izuku curiously leaned to the side to see who it was. “Midoriya, Iida,” came Shouto’s voice as he stood there holding an oversized brown bag. “Todoroki-kun,” Izuku muttered as Tenya raised his hand and began chopping it through the air.

“It is wonderful to see you Todoroki, are you here to pay Midoriya a visit as well?” he questioned and Shouto looked at him with a questionable glance before turning to Izuku. “I brought the clothes you requested,” he said as he walked over and handed the green-haired boy the bag. “Thank you, Todoroki-kun,” came his response as he curiously glanced inside.

“You’re injured,” Shouto stated seconds after and Tenya let out a sigh. “The state of his injuries are a result of his rather reckless behavior, you are very lucky Y/n wasn’t seriously injured themself after you left!” he scolded yet again, his teeth clenched and hand continuing to move through the air as he walked over to stand by Shouto’s side. Shouto glanced at him, silently processing the information before he looked at Izuku.

“You left Y/n, where?” Izuku had only texted him to bring an extra set of clothes to the hospital. Beyond that, Shouto was left in the dark. Izuku took a deep breath and placed the bag aside, “I was sure what happened would be on the news,” he replied, his voice soft as he turned his head to look at Shouto who merely looked at the ceiling.

After a moment, he spoke, “I heard what happened downtown, a villain did some damage and two heroes took care of it. One of them was Y/n and the other had disappeared by the time they got there. That was you,” he stated as he looked back at Izuku.

“May I inquire as to why you don’t simply tell Y/n of the injuries you have suffered?” Tenya questioned and Shouto shrugged. “You got injured a lot at Yuuei,” he pointed out and Izuku frowned, he didn’t exactly enjoy recalling those memories.

“I...don’t want Y/n to worry, they are an underground hero after all,” he glanced to the side, his hands closing into fists. “I don’t...want them to worry about me, they have so much to take care of as is,” he said as he turned to look at Shouto and Tenya, but if only he knew the truth. While you had plenty to worry about, the hero commission always expected more from you.

In their eyes, an injury holding you back wasn’t a valid excuse and that’s why you found yourself slumped in a chair, your chest still giving a dull ache from the drawback of your quirk. ‘A hero who cannot stand on their feet is not what this society needs,’ a voice speaks and you knew there was no point in arguing. What they stated was the truth.

‘Do not make the mistake of revealing your injuries again, we chose you to exceed our expectations.’ you glanced down, your hands tightening in your lap. “Yes…” you replied, though you couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt. To keep secrets was one thing but to hide your injuries from those you cared about?

You weren’t sure if you could do it, but your hero work was more important and with the weight of the world already on your shoulders. You knew you had to be strong. This became the dance between you and Izuku, fate bringing you together yet each one of you had to hide your scars.

But it seemed things got heated each and every time Izuku and yourself saw each other. You were quickly catching onto the fact he would disappear after the fight was over, more than likely because he was injured. In turn, he seemed to notice your lack of strength and hesitation in moving as you should.

Eventually, you decided to finally find out what Izuku was up to, why you always caught glimpses of bandage wrappings somewhere on his body, or the fact he’d sleep for hours on end whenever he had off. Was his body exhausted because he pushed himself too far or was it trying to heal any injuries?

You seemed to get your chance the day you heard that the hero 'Deku' was severely injured on a recent mission, but was expected to make a full recovery. Which normally would make anyone happy to hear, considering Deku was a well-loved hero. Almost as popular as his teacher, All Might.

But it only caused anger to surge through you, Izuku hadn't told you he was going on a mission. "Where is..." you glanced around, looking for your cell phone from your position on the couch. Eventually finding it between the cushions, you unlocked it to glance at your text messages. Nothing.

Your jaw clenched, you knew you had your reasons for keeping your injuries secret. You were an underground hero, someone who laid low on the charts for your own safety. But Izuku was a public hero. Adored and cherished. Why didn't he tell you that he was hurt? Had your assumptions been correct?

Had he been hurt in the past without your knowledge? You decided to find out yourself. “I do not believe it’s my place to say! Midoriya’s medical records and otherwise private injuries are strictly prohibited from other's knowledge and are only to be revealed upon Midoriya’s approval,” sometimes talking to Tenya was a headache, but speaking to Shouto was no better.

“I don’t know Midoriya’s physical state of being, why. Is something the matter?” did neither of them watch the news or did they simply not care when Izuku got injured? You thought about visiting the hospital, but you were worried that Izuku wouldn't allow guests to see him.

Then again, you couldn't just give up without trying. Despite your paranoid thoughts believing that Izuku was holding more than one secret from you. The information you wanted wouldn't reveal itself unless you went to see him and spoke face to face. Even if there was a possibility it could cause an argument between you.

Granted, you know Izuku often brought the more logical side to an argument, taking his feelings into account but not fully dependent on them while you were more emotional. Wanting to speak from your heart rather than your brain is part of the reason you found yourself walking into his hospital room.

You winced as you saw him lying there, wrappings all over his upper body and a cast around his left wrist. He seemed to have heard you and when he picked his head up, his eyes went wide. Or at least the one, there were several bruises across his face and his right eye was swollen.

You wouldn't be surprised if he had a few teeth missing as well. "Oh," he said with an awkward chuckle, "Y/n, how are you?" you closed the door behind you and slowly walked over to his bedside, "I have something...to ask," you began and Izuku seemed confused by your words.

"What is it?" he replied as you pulled over a chair and took a seat. A deep breath sounded as you tried to calm the butterflies in your stomach. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself everything would be alright. You knew the possibility of your question starting an argument was evident.

Your hands were folded in your lap and silence filled the air apart from the gentle beeping from Izuku's heart monitor. “It's...important,” you turned your head, “Sort of…” you muttered under your breath before turning back to look at Izuku who seemed to squirm in his bed, almost like he was trying to get comfortable.

Then he turned to look at you, “Is this about what happened a few weeks ago?” he questioned before he glanced away, a present frown on his lips and you clenched your jaw. You hadn’t expected Izuku to do what he did and while it had bothered you, it wasn’t what you wanted to talk about.

So you shook your head, “It’s...well that incident, I didn’t appreciate how you left me. That’s not like you,” Izuku never ran away from a challenge, or at least you believed. You watched as his body tensed up, clearly uncomfortable with the fact that you had brought up what he had done.

His throat tightened and he knew that an apology wouldn’t fix anything and neither would pointing out things that could possibly work in his defense. Instead, he took a deep breath. “You were having trouble standing that day,” he said, his voice somewhat flat before he averted his gaze once more, staring at the white sheet that covered his legs.

However, you were surprised by his words. Your eyes widened and a small tremble coursed through your body. “What?” you replied, almost wanting to play dumb. “I noticed it,” he said, his voice sounding stern as he turned back to look at you. Even in a hospital gown, Izuku could look intimidating when he wanted to.

His eyes holding a hint of anger that honestly surprised you. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt that day? I wouldn’t have forced you to-” you held your hands up, “Whoa,” you said, trying to hold back the desire to tell Izuku it wasn’t any of his business what happened to you.

“I never asked for anyone’s hand to hold,” you said, a small hiss coming from your words before you reached over and grabbed his injured wrist. Forcing his arm up as your nails dug into his cast. “I should be asking why I see bandage wraps on your body, you try to hide them.” you frowned and released his arm.

“Why are you hiding things from me?” you questioned, clearly hurt considering you thought Izuku trusted you. You watched as he clenched his jaw and a gasp escaped you when he jerked his arm back though you no longer had a grip on it. Then a soft growl came which yet again surprised you.

But not as much as when he began to move, "Izuku!" you scolded or at least tried to as he forced his body to turn so his legs were now draped over the side of the hospital bed and you noticed that his legs had deep cuts in them. The skin slightly inflamed but otherwise healing fine.

You then noticed how his hands were clenched, flexing ever so slightly, and for a moment you were afraid he’d lose control and try to stand up or run. “I’ve been documenting you,” he said and to most outsiders, this would sound creepy. But since you met Izuku, he had always scribbled things down in his notebook.

Documenting how other’s used their quirks as well as any super moves they had and their fighting style. But, you felt like you needed to ask anyway. “Documenting me?” you rose your seat, taking a few steps away from Izuku. “Your power and movements slow when you’re injured,” you almost felt like rolling your eyes.

Was Izuku just pointing out the obvious? You placed your hands on your hips. “Yeah, and?” you urged him to continue but ended up taking another step back when he looked at you and slowly began to slide off the bed. Luckily the wires that attached him to the heart monitor made him stop short.

“You’ve slowed down three times within the last two months,” he stated before reaching into his hospital gown and pulling off the adhesive pads that kept him attached to the monitor. You shivered as the sound of the flatline came and you half expected the nurses to come rushing into the room.

But instead, Izuku continued to walk forward, in turn, making you walk back until you hit the wall. Another gasp came when you turned and realized that you may have trapped yourself. You clenched your jaw, silently cursing before you turned back to notice Izuku just inches from you.

It was a strange feeling, having someone like Izuku tower over you. With your hands flat against the wall, you looked up at him. The fierce expression in your eye indicated you weren’t going to back down. “Are you saying I’m keeping secrets from you?” the question left your lips with another hiss, and you hoped that Izuku got the message you didn’t want to continue playing this game.

“Like you are from me,” you added, that certain bold tone to your voice seemed to strike a nerve in Izuku and a soft growl rumbled in his throat. “I’m not-” he insisted before you shoved your finger in his face, “You are!” you exclaimed before your hands reached out to push against his chest.

He looked shocked at the contact and stepped away. You knew you shouldn't be abusing an injured person. But seconds later, you heard his teeth scraping together. A burning sensation began to grow in his stomach, more than likely dying to scream out everything he felt. “T-To protect you-” a snarl left your lips and you pushed off the wall, daring to invade his space once more.

“Protect me from what?!” you demanded as you stomped your foot against the floor. “You keep things from me and wonder why I have to keep things hidden from you in return!?” you questioned as you pointed your finger at him yet again before crossing your arms over your chest, this was escalating with every minute that passed.

But, it was clear the two of you needed to set things straight. Izuku's eyebrows were furrowed together now and he reached up to thread his fingers through his hair. “I...I don’t try to hide anything from you,” he stated. “You’re just so busy with your undercover work and then you get hurt and act like everything is alright!” much like you, Izuku’s foot came down to smack against the floor.

A loud thud echoing as a result and you stumbled back, looking at him with a shocked expression. Didn't that hurt with his injuries? Granted, you knew more than anyone it took a lot for Izuku to get angry and the fact that his anger was directed at you instead of a villain was new territory.

But you couldn’t back down. “That’s not okay!” he exclaimed before clenching his jaw and his gaze went to the floor, recalling Tenya's words from the last time he was in the hospital. Maybe he was correct, his actions weren’t justified but neither was yours. He reached over, violently taking hold of your hands and a soft hiss sounded from you when he squeezed them.

“Izuku!” you exclaimed as you took a step back and tried to pull away. But of course, this did very little. “I care about you...and you care about everyone else but yourself!” he continued and you paused in your movements looking at him with wide eyes before another growl escaped.

“So do you! The same thing you did at Yuuei, you’re doing now! You hurt yourself and you think covering it up is going to solve it! And you never tell anyone!” you snapped before leaning back when Izuku suddenly invaded your space. You could feel the warmth of his breath and take in his bruised face.

“Those injuries are from your missions aren’t they?” your jaw was hanging open and you cursed yourself for the way your cheeks slowly rose in temperature. You glanced away, your anger slowly fading into a sense of sadness. “I can’t tell you,” the hero commission wasn’t forgiving, “Why?” Izuku questioned as he once again squeezed your hands.

“My missions are...confidential. Including what happens to the people that participate in them," a pained expression was on your face and it didn’t go unnoticed by Izuku. He opened his mouth to speak, but you interrupted him.

“Do you try to handle those injuries on your own? Is that why you don’t tell me!?” your voice echoed through the room and Izuku took a deep breath before releasing your hands. You were almost hurt when he took a step back, but you were quick to follow. Taking a step forward with your hands now clenched by your sides.

“Or do you go to the hospital and not tell me? I tried speaking to Todoroki and Iida, but they didn’t tell me anything. Was that a clue?” a frustrated sigh left Izuku before he turned his back to you, pressing his hand to his forehead. He was debating about telling you the truth, he knew this argument would continue regardless and despite the fact, you couldn’t tell him anything.

Maybe he was in the wrong, a hero doesn’t lie or withhold the truth. They also understood that sometimes missions were kept secret in order to keep society in running order. “I go to the hospital so I don’t make you worry,” he stated as he slowly turned to look at you from over his shoulder and your anger yet again faded when you noticed the smile on his face.

“You...don’t want to make me worry?” you repeated and tried to ignore the small amount of guilt that washed over you as you stood there. Silence now filling the air as you glanced down, slapping your hands against your thighs. “Why would you think that’s right?” you questioned, your voice soft but still held a certain tone to it.

“Because I care about you,” he repeated, that’s the answer that kept coming back. Because he cared because he didn’t want you to worry. Part of you understood that, considering Izuku seemed to be the center of attention when he was attending U.A. But this was different. You took another step forward, raising your hand.

“You care about me,” you said as you pointed to him, “and you don’t want me to worry about you,” Izuku nodded and you slapped your thighs once again. “Do you think that’s going to stop me from doing it anyway?” you questioned as you approached him and poked his chest.

He reached up to grab your hand and pressed it down, you could faintly feel his heartbeat. “You keep your injuries secret because you have to, but same as you. I don’t think I...I’ll stop caring about you,” your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and you glanced away.

“So…” you began, “how are we going to solve this?” you questioned, it was clear you two wanted to hide your injuries for one reason or another. “Be honest?” Izuku suggested, “I can’t be honest if I’m under strict orders,” you replied and another moment of silence filled the air before Izuku stepped forward and placed his hand on your hip.

You welcomed the contact, “Will you tell me when you’re hurt?” you glanced down, that was a hard question to answer. He was asking if you were willing to defy the rules that bound you, many heroes bent the rules for one reason or another.

But usually, it was in the context of being able to save someone else or others. Not between close friends who decided it was a good idea to try and hide their pain from each other. You swallowed, opening your mouth to answer. “Can you keep it a secret?” you hoped you wouldn’t regret asking him that question, but you watched as a smile came to his face.

“Yeah, I can if...if it’s you,” he replied, allowing his thumb to stroke across your knuckles, oh right. He was still holding your hand. “I’ll tell you when I need extra help because of an injury, if you tell me when you’re going to the hospital for yours,” that sounded like a fair deal, despite the fact that Izuku looked surprised for a moment.

Then he dropped your hand and a moment later, you felt both of his arms came up to wrap around you. Though you had hugged Izuku before, this felt a tad different. “Deal,” he said, and a small sense of relief filled you as you returned his hug. At least this was one less secret you had to keep.

#izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #bnha x reader

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morgana-ren · 4 years ago

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For Anon: Just the alleyway scene! Here you go!

There was no better display of the sickening plethora of filth that was ‘hero culture’ than the mall.

Hoards of humans crowding inside a concrete cage to throw their money at any cheap, shitty knockoff item with a famous face plastered on it. Kids ran amok, screaming and crying and leaving a trail of crumbs and slobber in their wake. Teenage girls and boys huddled around the hippest stores, fawning over the latest heart throb and shoplifting trinkets while no one was looking. It was absolutely disgusting.

They flocked to the stores like rats chasing poisoned peanut butter. Endeavor t-shirts, Uwabami makeup. Midnight lingerie. Fucking All Might everything. They all flew off the rack as fast as they could be stocked. Moronic NPCs shoveling every ounce of garbage they could find into their inventory. Every bone in his body longed to run his hand along the wall and just watch it all turn to dust.

His hatred of the general populace was one of many reasons Shigaraki didn’t make a habit out of leaving the bar. Assuming that Father had kept enough of his face hidden during his exploits for it to be somewhat safe, he still didn’t particularly enjoy crowds. People of all sizes, shapes, colors, smells, cultures, ideals, and morals but they all had one thing in common.

They all looked down on him.

In public, he always kept his head down, hood and hair covering his marred face. Hands steadily in his pocket, eyes on the ground. He pulled himself into his own body, doing his best to not draw any undue attention. It wasn’t for their benefit, of course, but his. If one more NPC stared at him, a single person let their eyes linger too long on his chapped lips, dry skin, scars, or emaciated form, he would snap and ruin everything. A massacre that ended in his incarceration would probably throw a massive sized wrench into the gears of All for One’s plan, and that was the last thing Tomura wanted.

Regardless, it made him so angry.

Not that he cared what they thought. They could drown in their own filth as far as he was concerned. He just didn’t like being stared at. It was so rude. These pack animals always pretended like they were so much better than everyone else, with their laws and their heroes. So superior. But the way they looked at him, the way their eyes crinkled in disgust, mouths agape, looking at him like he was a wet rat who crawled out of a sewer grate.

How would they look at him when their expressions were melting from their faces as they disintegrated into ash?

The situation made his fingers twitch and lip curl. Wasn’t it enough that idiot Stain had polluted the minds of the city’s villains with his ridiculous ideology? Did everything have to be such a pain in the ass?

Luckily, Shigaraki had a few hobbies that helped to calm his mind. While drinking at the bar and crisping newspapers was always a quick and easy stress relief, he had always been particularly taken with video games. Not only did he enjoy them, but he was good at them. No one could look down at you for your appearance or ideals, the only thing that mattered in the end was victory, and that was a strategy he could work with.

It didn’t matter the genre, the rating, online or off, he knew he could dominate it. He never had much trouble climbing the rankings or leveling up. Nothing mattered but his prowess, his skill, both of which he had in spades. Not to mention, it allowed him to exercise his destructive and domineering personality without drawing any real attention to himself. In fact, it even made him cool. People would fight for his allegiance during battles or races, sending him an wave of friend requests and messages with offers from their guilds or promises of friendship from their groups. He didn’t care about that. He deserved the recognition. He was only getting what was coming to him.

But even video games weren’t completely safe from the influx of hero paraphernalia pandering garbage. Gaming companies flocked to video games featuring heroes like a fly to shit. It was easily avoidable, sure, but it still pissed him off that heroes could infect the one thing he genuinely enjoyed.

Still, he had to admit, it fun wiping the floor with famous heroes in those games sometimes. Even if the villains were hideously under powered. In fact, that made it even better. If he could win a fight with a nobody villain against a famous hero in a video game where there were limited controls, can you imagine what he could do in real life where the possibilities were endless?

Soon the whole world would see. This was only the beginning.

Frankly, there was only one downside to gaming. Most new releases from the companies he liked didn’t come out with PC ports for a little while after the game’s initial release, which meant he had to leave the safety of the bar and adjourn out into the world to get brand new games. Sure, he could send Kurogiri to do it, but more than once he had come back with the wrong game in the series, or even the wrong one entirely. It was a frustrating mess, and it was easier to just avoid it all together by going himself.

Besides, sometimes walks helped him clear his head. Sometimes.

That was how he found himself here. One of his favorite companies had just released a brand new action and adventure game that he’d been dying to try ever since he saw the trailer. He’d even had Kurogiri call in advance and reserve a copy. At least he could do that right.

Shigaraki needed this. Needed to get his mind off of the Hero Killer Stain and All Might and fucking all of it. He was driving himself mad going around in circles in his own head asking himself questions he knew he didn’t have the answers to. He needed to put his head in the clouds, if only for a little while.

So he dodged through the crowds of people, weaving in and out of families and groups trying to get into the game store before he finally lost his last ounce of sanity. There seemed to be more people here than usual, which just soured his mood even further. He should have known better than to come on a weekend. He grunted past several bystanders, biting his tongue to hold back the onslaught of insults fresh in his mind. It was only when he reached a rather impenetrable wall of people that he inhaled sharply, ready to start grabbing.

A large group of pedestrians had gathered in a circle around something, which was blocking off a large portion of the walkway and therefore his path. He mumbled under his breath, tempted to forcefully move them out of the way. What in the hell was going on that was so important that it saw fit to hinder him?

“Hey, isn’t that the hero class from UA?”

“Yeah! Wow! I saw them compete in the sports festival! So awesome!”

“You guys are so cool! What’s it like at UA?”

Shigaraki stiffened. So they were here. He peered upward for a moment and saw the class huddled together, some blushing, others posing, obviously basking in their new found fame. That kid was here too. The mop of hair and splattering of freckles was visible even from where he stood. That one willing to put himself in danger over and over again for All Might. Midoriya.

Maybe it wasn’t entirely a negative thing that he found himself here on this particular day. That boy obviously had his pulse on hero culture. Maybe he could explain why people were so taken with Stain and yet completely ignored him. An ear splitting smile cut through Shigaraki’s face, irritating one of the blisters on his lower lip. He wiped the blood and waited for the crowd to disperse as the students each went off in their own direction.

When it was only him and one other student, a young girl with short brown hair, he made his move. He started heading in the direction of Midoriya, grinning wider when the young girl sped off, leaving the kid all by himself. It was so perfect. He was about to reach out and make his move when he heard it.

A voice. A voice that made his blood pound in his ears.

He stopped cold, hand stopped short of the oblivious Midoriya’s shoulder. Instinctively, his head turned in the direction of the voice, heart thrumming in his chest. Surrounded by a couple of fellow UA students, she was standing in front of a window, joking around with one of the people nearest her.

Her. She was here

His fingers began to shake as he withdrew them from Midoriya, stuffing them back into his pocket before anyone noticed him. She was here. He should have known. She was in the class too. These kids stuck together like glue. If they were here, it was certain she was nearby. Stupid stupid stupid. He had almost blown his chance.

But he hadn’t.

He turned and stalked in her direction, staying only far enough back as to not draw attention, crimson eyes glaring into the back of her head. She was laughing at something some blonde idiot in her class had said. He felt his temper go through the roof, and allowed one hand out to scratch and dig at his neck. Why was she talking to him? Why was she laughing so hard? What he said probably wasn’t even funny. He didn’t like the way that guy was looking at her. Did he like her? Did she like him?

He felt a thin trickle of liquid down his neck as his scar reopened.

He managed to tame his anger just enough to keep from rushing him. Instead, he followed the group at a distance for a while, waiting for his opportunity. He overheard something about a camping trip and something about training. Interesting. He would have to make a mental note of it. However, right now, he had other things on his mind.

The opportunity finally came when a few of the students rushed ahead to drool over some restaurant while she stayed behind, digging in her bag for her wallet. They ran off ahead, yelling at her to catch up and complaining about hunger. He heard her laugh and tell them she’d be there in a minute, she just needed a second to get some cash out. She was alone. It was time.

He came up behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder, doing his best to mask his voice.

“Hey, you’re one of those kids from UA, right? You’re practically famous! Do you think I could get an autograph?”

He felt her stiffen underneath his hold. She knew something was off, a shiver rolling down her spine as she tried to turn and look at him. He was just out of the reach of her peripheral, hair and hood hiding his features.

“Y-yeah, I am.” She raised her hand as if to pry him off, but thought better of it. “If you’ll just let me go for a second, I’ll get in my bag and get out a pen and some paper.”

Her voice was on edge, her shoulder muscles clenching. He couldn’t help but smile again.

“I saw you compete in the sports festival. You came in fourth, right? It was so cool. I bet you got so many offers from agencies. I bet everyone wants you to be their hero.” He could feel her breathing getting more shallow, feel her neck flex as she swallowed.

“I-um-Sir, I don’t really feel comfortable being touched by people I don’t know, but if you’ll remove your hand, I’ll get you an autograph or a picture if you want.”

Sir. She had called him sir. It was adorable. He wanted to hear it again.

“I noticed you got your costume fixed too. I liked better it the other way, but that way is fine too.” He chuckled. “Hey, you’re a little tense. It’s okay, we’re friends, remember?”

Realization hit her like a truck. She inhaled, biting her lip as she turned her head as much as she could in his direction. “Shigaraki!”

He leaned down, perching his head on her shoulder. “Careful, you don’t want to make a scene. All Might might not be busy this time, but there certainly a lot of civilians around. A lot of your friends too. I’d hate for something to happen.”

“What do you want?” She snarled, making a slight effort to jerk away. He didn’t let her.

“I just want to talk. Is that so bad? Or are you too cool now to catch up with an old friend?”

“We are not friends!” Growling, she reached up and dug her fingernails into his wrist.

He giggled. She had certainly gotten more feisty since their last meeting. “That’s not a very nice thing to say. I thought we hit it off pretty well.

Before she could respond, the same blonde classmate came running towards them from inside of the nearby building. Shigaraki sneered, tightening his grip on her shoulder in warning. He was no doubt coming back for her.

“Hey! We got a table and be-Woah! Who’s this guy?” The kid stopped a bit short of them, shifting between looking at her in confusion and peering suspiciously at him.

Shigaraki leaned further in and whispered under his breath. “Unless the next time you want to see him is in an urn, I suggest you get rid of him. Quickly.”

She pulled herself together, smiling happily while waving at him. “It’s cool, Denki. He’s an old friend.” A sly smirk pulled at Tomura’s mouth. “We ran into each other and thought we’d catch up a bit. Don’t wait up! I’ll meet you guys there!”

Denki continued looking back and forth between the two of them, eyes lingering on Shigaraki for a brief moment before retreating. “Okay, then. I’ll save you a spot. Don’t take too long or I’ll eat your food too!”

As they watched him walk back into the restaurant, Tomura hummed. “You’re certainly a good actress. If I hadn’t known better, I wouldn’t believe you were lying.”

“Say what you need to say and then leave.” She hissed quietly.

“Walk forward and turn into that alleyway on your left.” He gripped her with his hand, careful to leave his middle finger levitating.

“Like hell! You think I’m just going to walk into a dark alleyway with the leader of the league of villains? You’ll kill me!”

“You don’t have a choice, hero. Assuming that’s what I’m planning, it’s either you or everyone else in this area, starting with Denki.” He began walking, shoving her forward lightly. “And if I start feeling anything funny, I’ll dust you first and then move on to them.”

She exhaled in defeat, shuffling her feet forward as Shigaraki steered her toward the desolate alcove. That rendered her quirk completely useless. Shigaraki would know if she was trying to use it on him, and she didn’t want to test his promise. She had no doubt in her mind that he wouldn’t hesitate.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t get the drop on him though.

Remember your training. Duck and jab. Get out of his reach!

Not quite halfway down the passageway, she ducked and lurched back, sending her elbow careening into his stomach. He grunted in pain as he was driven back several feet away from her, taken too much by surprise to bring his hand down. She turned to face him, readying her defensive stance as he recovered from the blow.

“This again?” He wheezed, rolling his neck.

“I’m not going down without a fight!”

Sighing, he straightened his back and held his hands up. “Have it your way, then.”

She sent a few punches his direction but he dodged the brunt of them, only landing one on his injured shoulder. It was exponentially stronger than the last time they met, enough to send him reeling backwards while grabbing at his weakened limb. He coughed a few times, quickly evading her other jabs.

“You’ve been practicing.” He noted.

“I train with Midnight every week in hand to hand combat to keep people like you away!” She sent another loaded punch towards his face, which he easily sidestepped.

“Looks like it’s going well.” He deadpanned, seeming unimpressed. “I’m getting bored.”

She ignored his prodding, sending a few low kicks to his shins. He brought his own foot up, catching on the back of her knee and yanking, sending her toppling to the ground. She growled in frustration, pushing herself away from where he stood and standing back up, immediately taking stance again. She charged him one last time, sending her leg on a collision course with his hip in the hopes to knock him aside, but he simply raised his arms, catching her leg and holding it.

Her eyes widened as she began to lose balance, but before she could fall again, he slammed her into the wall closest her back using her own leg as leverage. She cried out, letting her guard down. He used the opportunity to move on her, pressing against her and pushing her further into the brick as one hand slid up from her calf to her thigh, never relinquishing its grip, while the other calmly wrapped around her neck, middle finger flexing.

He could feel her erratic breathing. She had lost to him not once, but twice now, and it barely even took any effort on his part. Her frightened eyes searched underneath his hair, but it was too shadowed beneath his hood to see much of anything. All she could make out was his teeth, visible underneath his simpering lips.

“Quiet now. Your little outburst is bound to have attracted attention.” He placed his forehead to hers, leaning forward slightly to cover her face in a curtain of his hair. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on her neck “Unless you want a whole lot of nice people to die, you’ll play along.” He pressed her harder into the alley wall, crushing her body with his. He hiked her thigh up around his own and held it there with the hand that still had a grasp on it, maneuvering his hips between her now open legs.

She made a sound of disgust, trying again to turn from him, but he dug his fingernails into her thigh, eliciting a shocked gasp from her. Through the tendrils of his hair, she could see a few curious people beginning to peak into the alley entrance, drawn by the sounds of their fighting. He pushed his face so close to hers that she could feel him smile.

“You’re not making this very convincing.” He whispered. “All it would take is one little touch and I could dust them all.”

She swallowed hard, closing her eyes and preparing herself for what she had to do. Slowly, she raised her arms up over Shigaraki’s shoulders, one hand resting uneasily on the back of his neck, the other tangling up into his hair. She let her leg rest up in his hand instead of squirming, wrapping her knee around his thigh and relaxing her stance so it appeared more natural.

Shigaraki was absolutely not a fan of being touched. In fact, casual brushes in the street were often grounds for a permanent ashing. But this? Oh, he could make an exception for this.

“Good girl. Make it seem like it’s just two lovers in an alleyway looking for a little privacy.” He could smell her again, that scent he’d been dying for, trying so hard to emulate over the past few months. His heart rate was reaching peak levels, but the blood was beginning to divert away from his brain. He couldn’t help himself. He ground into her a little bit, the front of his jeans scraping against her body as he rutted, feeling the warmth of her body.

“You’re despicable.” She seethed, swallowing down a wretch.

He giggled, letting his thumb run small circles over her exposed thigh. “Prove how heroic you are, Hero. Convince me these people don’t deserve what I could do to them.”

He pushed his mouth to hers, instantly trying to snake his tongue into her mouth. At first she was unresponsive, until he brought the fingers on her neck together and clasped at a necklace she had been wearing. It crumbled instantaneously, sending a splay of ash down onto her chest. Almost immediately, she allowed him access, pliantly opening her lips for him to invade and slowly responding to his ministrations.

She tasted like she smelled, and it took every ounce of self control he had not to push her further. Although her movements were unenthusiastic and light, it didn’t matter to him. He knew he wasn’t exactly experienced in any of this, going off of tips he’d learned on Internet forums or books. He tried a few things, like biting and sucking on her bottom lip or fighting her tongue for dominance, but it seemed to make little difference to her besides the occasional tightening of her fingertips in his hair.

Despite that, he was almost beside himself. He could learn how to make her react to him in time. He was too focused on engraving her into his memory to care. He could feel every last bit of her body pressed against his own, every movement and muscle. Every curve she offered up to him and him alone and it was just like how he had imagined it would be in the dreams that had haunted his few dreaming hours ever since their first meeting.

Well, not right where, but close enough. She was submitting to him because he knew her weakness. He wondered, in time, how far he could push that weakness. How far was she willing to go?

But he was nothing if not a strategist. He wouldn’t push it too far too fast. He wouldn’t risk it. He would chip away at her resolve slowly, breaking away her boundaries one at a time until there was nothing left but her submission. If it meant threatening her friends, her family, random children on the street, he didn’t care. She would be his. He decided that a long time ago. She belonged to him, and frankly he didn’t really care what she had to say about it. It wasn’t her decision.

Eventually, the last of the onlookers had left, leaving behind a handful of heckles from teenagers and reprimands from angry parents ushering their children away while covering their eyes. Her hand was yanking at his hair erratically, not in lust but in a likely plead for him to back off of her finally so she could breathe. He gave himself a minute longer, cherishing the moment before withdrawing himself, unable to stop the grin that crawled up his face.

“See? It’s not so bad now, it is? You just saved all those idiot’s lives and all it took was a few minutes.”

She couldn’t stop herself. Her hands were shaking in rage, stomach churning. She’d never felt so violated. So utterly disgusted. She could taste him in the back of her throat and feel his leftover saliva on her lips and it made her want to vomit.

She looked directly up at him, and spit in his face. It landed with in an undignified blob sliding down his cheek.

It took Shigaraki a moment to fully register what happened. He unhanded her leg, bringing it up to his face and squelching the small plop of liquid between his fingers. Slowly, he raised his head up, finally giving her a full view of his face for the first time.

She immediately regretted her actions.

He looked enraged, eyes open with beady pupils staring down at his hand. His cracked mouth was contorted in rage, snarling while rubbed three of his fingers together, spreading the coating around. His eyes flashed up at hers, and his hand clamped down on her throat, fourth finger twitching unsteadily.

“You little brat.” He spat, tightening his grip more and more by the second until she could no longer breathe. “You think you’re all high and mighty, that just because you’re a Hero that there’s no consequences for your actions. That you can treat people like trash.” His fingers dug in with bruising strength, and the longer he held them, the more little black dots began dancing in front of her vision. Her chest was trying desperately to inhale, but she couldn’t with his palm crushing her windpipe. Fear welled up inside her, and the longer she struggled for breath, the more overpowering it became. “I can show you how wrong you are.”

“I-I’m So-orry!” She croaked out, pleading with him for air. His eyes flashed dangerously, and he loosened his grip only enough that he could make out her words.

“Speak up. I can’t hear you.”

“I’m sorry! It was-” Her mind raced, searching for the right words to placate him. “It was rude of me, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it. I beg your forgiveness, Shigaraki. Please forgive me!”

He let his hand sit firm for a few more seconds. He was still twitching with anger, but something about hearing her beg, beg him for forgiveness sent a wave of pleasure through him. Of course she was going to be defiant at first. He could forgive her this once. After all, she would be making it up to him in the end regardless.

He smiled down at her, ghosting his fingers on her neck as she coughed and sputtered, trying to catch her breath. “Just don’t do it again. I hate people with no manners.”

She shook her head, eyes bright and fearful. After that, she didn’t dare try using her quirk on him or bothering to fight him again. She was entirely at his mercy. This guy was insane. He didn’t even need to use his quirk to kill her. He would just suffocate her and leave her body in the alley way. What was his deal? Was he still harboring a grudge from their last encounter? Why was he here now?

Finally regaining her breath, she peered up at him hesitantly, studying his face. “Did you follow me here?”

He seemed taken back for a minute, before chuckling a little underneath his breath. “Follow you here? No. I was actually here for a completely separate reason and just happened to run into you. Isn’t that lucky?”

“Yeah. Lucky.” She grunted, lamenting her choices. She knew she should have stayed in bed today

“I was actually about to grab Midoriya when I saw you. I just couldn’t help myself.”

She furrowed her brows. “But why?” She didn’t understand what this man wanted with her. He didn’t seem to outright want her dead, but wasn’t content letting her live in peace either.

He let out a heinous cackle, letting three of his fingers on his free hand wander up to his neck and scratch. Why was he telling her any of this? “I guess I just find you intriguing.” He tore at his neck anxiously for a moment while she stared at him. The way she was looking at him was making him feel itchy and hot all over. Underneath his hoody, he felt like it was one hundred degrees, which given the weather, might not have been far off. He felt uncomfortable in his own skin, anxious, stomach twisting in knots. He hated that she had this control over him.

He pulled his hand away from his sweating neck, reaching up to touch her face once more. He wanted to feel her skin, how soft it was. Just wanted to graze his fingers across her face so he could remember how she felt even after she’d gone. However, when he raised it up by her head, the sleeve of his jacket rode up his arm, revealing the piece of cloth he had tied around his wrist.

Immediately her eyes were drawn to it, and she gulped hard, a horrified expression etched on her features. “Is that… Is that my…”

Shigaraki realized what had spooked her. Tied around his wrist was the unmistakable pattern of her costume, ripped from her torso during the attack on U.S.J. His eyes darkened. There was no sense in lying to her now.

“You recognize it, huh?” He lowered his hand down, bringing it between both of their faces. “I’ve kept it on me since.”

Her breathing became inconsistent and staggered, mouth agape in terror. “W-why?”

He leaned in again, scraping the cloth against her neck, hoping to siphon some of her scent back onto it. “I think it helps keep me focused.”

Her vision spiraled. She could ignore a few consistencies but this was all to much to be a coincidence. Something she had done had gotten his attentions enough to keep it on her, even endear herself to him in some twisted way. He wasn’t just doing this because it made her uncomfortable or to spite her like she initially thought. If she didn’t know better, she would say it was something resembling a crush.

“S-Shigaraki, I don’t-” She cut herself off. What could she possibly say? ’Hey supervillain, not interested?’ ‘Thanks for the flattery but I’m a hero?’ Our careers kind of make it impossible for us to be together but thanks for the interest?’

It didn’t really matter, she had a feeling he wasn’t interested in her opinion on the matter.

“You’re everything I hate, you know.” His voice was soft, gentle even. He had hidden his eyes behind his hair again, and despite refusing to move away from her, he seemed a few miles off. “You heroes. You piss me off. If I had my way, I would have killed every one of you the first time we crossed paths.” There was a distant cold in his voice that made her shiver. “I wanted to. Kill you. It would have been easy too. All I had to do is wrap my fingers around your pretty little neck and squeeze and you’d have been gone before you could even scream for help. I bet that really would have thrown one over an All Might too. One of his precious students turned to dust while he was in the same room. Sometimes I think I should have.”

There was no deception in his voice. He was telling the truth. Somehow it terrified her more than when he had gotten violent. He lowered his hand back down, grabbing her chin with his thumb and index finger.

“But I have better ideas now. There are worse things than death.” He lifted his head, and she felt her soul plummet. His eyes were manic and deranged, boring down into her with the promise of unknown horror. His smile was wide and frenzied, nearly breaking his cracked lips into shards all over again. There was a strange flush across his pallid cheeks, something almost akin to a blush, like he was flustered even thinking about it.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to crawl away. Find a rock somewhere and hide under it, anywhere where he couldn’t find her. Something told her he wasn’t saying this just to frighten her. The possibilities that could run through a madman’s mind were things she didn’t want to consider. Things that he considered worse than death were beyond the realm of what she wanted to realize herself. He placed another soft kiss to her mouth, and she was too paralyzed in fear to stop him.

He looked like he was about to speak when Denki’s voice rang through the alley way. “Hey, what gives? We’ve been waiting forever!” Both she and Tomura turned their heads toward the entrance to see Denki standing there with a beaming smile, eyes closed and holding up several bags of food in his closed hands. “We didn’t wait for ya, but we got you leftovers! Took us forever to find you! What the hell are you doing down here anyway?” He opened his eyes and nearly dropped the food, face red with embarrassment as a few of her classmates crowded around as well with equally shocked expressions.

“Someone’s getting’ some.” Eijiro whispered to a blushing Mina who was giggling behind her hand. Momo scowled over at the pair, giving them a death glare.

“Are we interrupting something?” Fumikage asked, trying to be as polite as possible in the given situation.

“I didn’t realize you were with so many people!” Shigaraki immediately withdrew his hands, stepping away from her but taking care to keep his face shadowed. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to keep you held up.”

Eijiro chuckled at his words and she felt like she could just die.

“I’m off then. It was nice catching up. Don’t worry, we’ll see each other soon!” He spoke loud enough for them to hear before he leaned inconspicuously and whispered in her ear. “If any of you follow me, I’ll get angry. I’d hate to kill half his class without All Might here to see it.”

He started walking but stopped short a few seconds later. “Oh! One last thing, hero.” He pulled her in close to his side, hands fishing his phone out of his pocket. “You promised me a picture.” He held his phone up, getting one snapshot with her in frame. Although his features were still almost entirely hidden behind his hair, she was completely exposed, expression like a deer in headlights. It would do for now. He placed his phone back in his pockets, giving her one last look before turning away and ambling off down further into the alleyway, turning out of her sights after a few seconds.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” Mina called, still giggling behind her palm.

“No!” She shook her head vigorously, trying to hold back the tears and the sick that were clawing their way up her throat, acting as natural as she could. “Look, can we just get out of here? Please?”

Her friends all looked at her confused for a moment, shrugging before following her as she took off.

As he heard their voices drift further and further off, Shigaraki brought his fingers up to his lips, grazing where hers had been. He still tasted her, and he was trying to savor every moment. He didn’t know for sure how long it would be until she was in his arms again, only that she would be. He needed to calm down. He needed to be patient.

He forced himself down the streets and passageways away from the mall, farther from her but thinking of nothing but all the while. His head didn’t feel any clearer, if anything it felt more clouded and stimulated than it had before, but he was fine with that. He didn’t get to ask Midoriya what the difference between him and Stain was, but that mattered little to him now. There would be other opportunities for that. He did curse himself as he remembered he had forgotten to pick up his game, but he shrugged it off. If his estimates were correct, it wouldn’t be available for much longer anyway.

The sun sank behind the horizon, giving way to the darkness of the night sky. When he felt secure enough, he placed Father back on his face, making his way back home under the cover of shadow. His body was shivering, but not from the cold. He could hardly believe anything that happened today.

When he finally turned the knob to enter the bar, Kurogiri immediately turned towards him in a panic.“Tomura Shigaraki, is all well? The mall you attended today has been shut down. I was worried that you were detained and perhaps incarcerated.”

“Don’t be stupid, Kurogiri. I’m right here.” He lumbered over to the bar, sitting half-haphazardly in the seat. Kurogiri decided it was better not to question him, opting to pour him a drink instead. He turned towards the TV, which was playing news footage of the mall, giving minimal details about the incident but describing a notorious villain spotted there. “So she told.” He muttered under his breath, smirking. “I figured she would.”

Kurogiri heard his words, but decided it would go against his mental health to question Tomura on the incident if it was indeed what he thought it was. Revealing his face would have far reaching consequences for the league. Judging by the way he was lovingly picking at the ratted material tied around his wrist, he had found that girl again. So his obsession hadn’t in fact died. This would not bode well.

The rest of the night continued on relatively average. Tomura drank and cussed and ranted about All Might and the Hero Killer Stain, staring down at his phone in the intervals. Kurogiri polished his glasses, offering advice where he could and bearing the brunt of Tomura’s abuses when he couldn’t. It almost gave him hope that maybe Shigaraki could put this whole incident behind him instead of obsessing over it like he often did.

That is, until most of the way through the night, Tomura stumbled off the bar stool, clinging onto the counter as he shambled towards his room in the back. He paused momentarily, turning to face Kurogiri for a few seconds before slamming his door.

“Hey Kurogiri, you know those old storage rooms we have? I need them cleaned out. We’ll be having a guest soon. I want to make sure she’s comfortable.”

#NSFT slightly #alleyway moleeeeesteeeeeeeer #god this could have been done so so much better dude #but here y'all go!#Free for yall to do what you wish

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fantasmalforces · 3 years ago

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Fun Facts You Didn’t Know About Volt!

// Local merc is bimbo but not stupid-

Volt earned her nickname for the fact that while she was growing up and learning mechanics and life skills from Jaxen, she shocked herself. A lot. Though it was painful, she said that being shocked was fun because it always gave her a rush right before the pain kicked in.

Volt’s actually a natural blonde. She used to wear it long and styled it to be wavy like old timely beach girls because she thought it looked pretty. It wasn’t until she hit her teens that she impulsively shaved it all off because she was upset. When it started growing back, it was very fluffy. She ended up keeping it in a Mohawk style and dyed it, eventually coming to love her more punk look.

The only downside to her hawk is that every time it rains, it ends up drooping and looking like a half shave and undercut combo.

It seems pretty counter-intuitive for a merc like Volt to wear the bright flashy colors that she does; vibrant purples and pinks with neon lights and accents on her clothes. Truth is though, she makes up for it with a cloaking ability in her sub-dermal body armor. No one ever sees her anyway.

Just like her mother, Volt throws down hard in street fights. She’s a well-respected champion of the game, taking challengers in and beating them down in her own little arena in Watson - a basketball court no one uses anymore.

Even outside of the ring, Volt’s earned a lot of respect for her sense of integrity. She steps to people much bigger and much more powerful than her without fear or hesitation if she thinks what they’re doing is unfair. She won’t hesitate to put someone back in their place if they overstep on her turf.

With great boldness comes great pride, and Volt is no exception. Her ego has gotten her into quite a few scraps trying to prove a point to others or impress them. Luckily, she’s knowledgeable and flexible enough to get herself out of the trouble she finds herself in, but many wish she’d stop endangering herself for the sake of pride and pride alone.

Volt mainly fights with electric gorilla arms and a Shock-and-Awe immune system implant that allows her to discharge electricity. Because that electric motif never left her. Her blocking and defensive strategies are only outmatched by her offensive strategies.

Even outside of combat, Volt’s rigged her electrical circuit up to the rest of her, and she won’t hesitate to shock anyone who’s getting on her nerves and tries to touch her. More commonly though, she tends to shock people by accident when they sneak up on or startle her suddenly and get too close.

Volt can run like hell. She’s fast, she’s agile, and seemingly doesn’t get tired. She’s masterful at urban navigation, wall-climbing, and parkour too. If she takes off, you’ll never catch her and likely never find her either.

In addition to have a mean physical prowess, Volt is skilled in the heart of quickhacks and digital navigation. Actual intelligence, as well as street smarts, were another thing she (thankfully) picked up from Jax. She has the tools and prowess to become a top-of-the-line netrunner or a powerful exec of some corporation somewhere with how smart she actually is. But she doesn’t want to. She just wants to be adventurous and free and run around fucking people up for cash.

That being said, Volt does not immediately seem smart. She talks a lot and with great speech comes a lot of great stupidity and random jabber. It’s often humorous, granted - such as referring to W as double-v and pronouncing words like wolf and wild as “volf” and “vild.” She tends to talk a lot of shit and tease people and joke around so much that it can be actually jarring to hear her speak with as much logic and eloquence as she’s capable of.

Volt’s two favorite types of music are hard rock and J-Pop. Specifically, anything Vocaloid.

Volt practically lives on Japanese and Chinese takeout. Yakitori, friend noodles, shrimp, dumplings - you name it. She also loves Italian cuisine but she find it really hard to find. She makes a banger plate of spaghetti and meatballs, gnocchi, and stuffed shells, but she generally finds cooking a chore.

As a followup to that, Volt is actually a big foodie. She has a very sensitive palette and she can tell you by just a sniff or a sample what a dish is missing. She knows when flavors are not in balance and how to correct that perfectly. But she’s also not a picky eater and doesn’t believe in wasting food. Even if she thinks her meal sucks, she’ll still clean her plate.

Volt’s favorite snacks are sweets, cold treats, and spicy foods. She lives for chocolate candies, mint chocolate chip ice cream, and flaming hot chip or salsa that features ghost peppers. The only problem with her affinity for cold treats like ice creams and smoothies is that she eats too fast and often gives herself brain freeze.

Volt has a big thing about keeping her mouth busy. She always has gum to chew on, cigarettes, to smoke, or toothpicks to play with. Because if she didn’t, she’d just keep yappin’ until peoples’ ears fell off.

Volt is one of those people who doesn’t get hot easily so she can just layer on clothes, no matter the weather. She prefers things to be a bit cooler believe it or not, mostly because working out under the sun can get pretty messy pretty quickly. But she can really handle any temperature.

Volt actually uses hearing aids. Consistent exposure to loud machinery from her work fixing up mechanics and gunfire from gigs has taken a toll on her hearing abilities. It didn’t help that she liked to blast her music in her car and at home at high volumes - and don’t even ask about her headphone usage. She’s not totally dependent on them and will even take them out when she’s at home, but she got them as a recommendation from Jax after she noticed some things after a checkup. Namely, how she’d have to yell to get Volt’s attention from one room over with open doors.

One of Volt’s goals is to own a horse. Like a real, genuine, fleshy organic horse. Specifically, she wants a mustang that she can ride on out in the desert and care for.

While she doesn’t have a horse, Volt does have a dog named Munch. He’s a Pit-Boxer mix and he doubles as a good guard dog and an absolute baby. He loves getting cozy in people’s laps, he’s well-trained and knows lots of tricks, and he loves vanilla ice cream. Volt picked him up off the street and doesn’t pay taxes for him so he’s trained to be quiet. Which is great for anyone familiar with him, and the bane of any would-be intruder’s existence when he sneaks up on them before taking a chunk out of their leg.

Volt doesn’t like riding in cars or small closed spaces. She’s not claustrophobic. She just feels nauseated at the idea of being “confined” for too long. She prefers to be a on a bike anyways because she feels it’s faster and more flexible.

Volt tends to be fairly neat and organized. Her house isn’t sparkling, and she may occasionally leave laundry on he floor overnight, but she always keeps it tidied up during the day.

Volt has an outdoor Jacuzzi that she built and that she uses frequently. It helps alleviate the tension in her muscles after a long day of work. The only problem is, she tends to fall asleep in it - which is dangerous for obvious reasons.

Volt was a Warrior Cats kid. And she is completely shameless in that fact. She grew up on the series and though she wasn’t a fan of the latter books and eventually fell off of them, she was one of those kids who shamelessly used to run around on all fours and pretend to be a feral cat with the other kids of her clan. (Bonus fact: her warrior name was Lightningclaw.)

As she got older, she wanted to become a Cyberninja. That dream quickly died but she loved the gymnastics and acrobatics she learned from Jax all the same.

Volt used to, and still does, read a lot though. She loves picking up new series and binging entire books while she soaks in her tub. She reads about 800k words a week.

Volt has a strict workout regimen she follows comprised of strength training, weightlifting, and body building to stay in shape for her fights. She likes swimming too, but she doesn’t get to do it as often as she likes.

Volt strongly prefers her nickname to her actual name. No one, aside from Jax, knows her as anything otherwise. Even the official forms of ID she has lists her full name as being “Valerie Vasquez” - which is not even close to the truth, and even then she still goes by just Volt or V. There’s a couple reasons for this. Firstly, because Roselina Giulietta Hazel Vasquez is a mouthful in her opinion, Secondly, the name carries a lot of sentiment of a life she both resents and wishes she could go back to. It feels like a very big and very intimate secret and she doesn’t feel comfortable telling just anyone about it. And thirdly, because she feels strange talking about her heritage without any biological family around and she feels that she’d stick out a lot more with a name like hers just floating around. She might be half-Mexican, but it’s her other half that feels like it doesn’t belong where she is right now.

Volt dislikes being alone because her mind is always on the go, and if she doesn’t have other people to talk to or other things to distract herself with, she get bothered by he places it begins to wander.

Ironically, despite her name, Volt hates the sound of thunder. She spent too many night sleeping outside with little to no shelter from the rain and the elements that the bright flashes and loud bangs of thunder unsettle her to a degree where she’d rather stay hidden somewhere inside until it passes.

Volt doesn’t really like looking at herself for too long. It’s not so much body image issues as it is issues she has with her own character. She has some deep-rooted anxiety tied into her abandonment issues and they’ve sort of manifested into a general sense of malcontent with who she is. She just doesn’t like herself as a person all that much and doesn’t like having to face herself or think too deeply about it.

Tw self-harm mention: Volt has trouble with intrusive thoughts. They often manifest as unpleasant or traumatic memories, ideas of harming others or herself, fear that she might be sick at random, and a fear that she might ruin things at any given moment.

Volt tends to space out a lot when she’s by herself. She gets lost in her own head, usually wrapped up in overthinking or her own obsessive, anxious thoughts. She doesn’t like when it happens.

Volt suffers from insomnia as a result of her intrusive thoughts. As a result, she’s developed a secret dependency on tranquilizers to knock herself out so she doesn’t have to deal with tossing and turning for hours because of it.

Volt has a deep-rooted fear of emotional intimacy, vulnerability, and commitment because of her abandonment anxiety, rejection sensitivity, and general lack of self worth. She lives by the idea that she won’t get hurt if she never allows herself the opportunity to be hurt. Unfortunately, this also manifests in her never asking for help or letting on how much she’s struggling, even when it’s drowning her. The only person she ever talks to about things is Jax, and even then, she won’t tell her mom everything if she thinks it’s too much.

Tw alcohol mention: Volt very much self-medicates with smoking and alcohol because she knows that something’s wrong and that she’s different from other people, and she knows that her differences from others is making her life more difficult, but she doesn’t understand how or why and it upsets her.

Tw death: Volt has vivid memories of watching members of what used to be her clan being murdered on the streets in front of her as a child. She remembers their eyes staring at her as they bled out in front of her. She remembers people dying under her little hands as she tried to help them. Those memories haunt her sometimes.

Volt can sing. She’s not like an expert or anything, but she carries a tune well and enjoys vocalizing to her favorite songs. Undoubtedly, she sings best when she’s in the shower.

Despite her punk style, Volt is a big fan of traditionally girly aesthetics and motifs, like unicorns, rainbows, mermaids, and flowers. She has a jacket with various patches on it with such motifs.

Volt’s a sucker for the old classic princess and prince stories, like Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and Snow White. She also love animated movies with animals and cartoons. A part of her never grew up and is still daydreaming about a happy ending.

#{ keeps their moet et chandon in their pretty cabinet : headcanon }#{ the lone nomad : volt }

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Saudi Arabian Grand Prix Preview

We are now entering the final push for the season, and are at a brand new track, that was only completed a few hours before racing began today. It looks crazy fast, and could be dangerous too, I just hope we get through the weekend safely. In terms of whether we should race in Saudi Arabia at all, if we can make positive change here then yes, but if the country doesn’t change, then it isn’t a good look for F1!

On paper, due to the power requirements of this track, it looked to be a Mercedes track, also because you need a strong front end here, which they have. Hamilton should have the Brazil engine back in his car for Saturday, and although I doubt it will be as potent as it was then, there could still be a big gain from it! In practice they were quick, despite Max dominating the first half of FP1, it just seems the Mercedes took it easy to begin with, and were there when it mattered. I do think that Lewis has the best chance of winning this weekend, although Verstappen will not be far away from him. Bottas could be a dark horse too, not for the win, but to mess up Max’s rhythm possibly.

Red Bull desperately need to halt the momentum of their rivals, if they want to win the title, they can’t let Lewis keep winning. I know it is easier said than done, but they may even have to go bold on strategy to do so, especially with a high risk of the Safety Car on Sunday. It is funny, Verstappen is the one with the title lead, but he is not really in control of the championship in some ways. Their pace today wasn’t too bad, they were super-fast on the hard’s, and pretty good on the mediums, but like a lot of teams, couldn’t switch of the softs. That compound may be too soft for here, or it may just need optimising by the teams. Unless the team finds something overnight, they will likely be behind Mercedes, and may have to be clever in the race to get the win. Perez didn’t show much in practice, I just hope he is slowly building up to it, on a track which punishes the slightest error.

It was an OK day for Ferrari, with pace in the car, and we know how well they go on street circuits, so there is a great potential for them to get a lot of points this weekend. The downside though was that the day ended badly for the team, as Leclerc had a big crash at the corner, we all feared would claim some cars over the weekend, luckily it wasn’t horrible, but will mean a lot of work for the team overnight. McLaren was pretty anonymous all day to be honest, as we often find for them on a Friday, the constructors is pretty much done for them, but they will still want to end the year on a high.

AlphaTauri may have had the best day of any team out there, with both cars showing pace during the day, and being one of the teams to be able to switch on the softs to great effect. Gasly right now looks odds on to be best of the rest, which they need if they want to fight back at Alpine, and if Tsunoda can be there too, it will only help their effort. The unfortunate thing for AlphaTauri is that Alpine were up there too, as they continue with the pace they brought out of nowhere to the past few races. The gap may well close between those two teams by the end of the weekend, but maybe not by enough to have a true fight on our hands at Abu Dhabi.

Aston Martin were well down the order in FP2, maybe because they also couldn’t switch on the soft’s tyres, especially as tight street circuits have been good for them this year too. They could do better tomorrow then! Alfa Romeo aren’t quite as high up as we usually see them on a Friday, which suggests they are struggling too, as are Williams, which is sad to see on a tough weekend for the team.

I hope I am proved wrong, but I am fearing some issues in qualifying and race, due to the layout of the track. To be fair, it is a great track to watch cars go around, and could produce a great race, and has the potential to add more spice to the championship fight!

-M

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Solving Problems

The top tier e-sports teams wouldn’t be top tier if they wouldn’t be able to solve their problems and issues. You can only solve problems however when you can identify them.

Lycan, the coach of Space Station gaming, the team that won the 2020 invitational, the world finals. Had this to say on the logic bomb podcast:

“What is the reason why you lost, where was it? Oh, we were just stalling out, why were you stalling out? That’s not your answer, that’s a comment.” https://youtu.be/_Y0H-eI6iBc?t=5168

He understands the importance of identifying the problem in order to be able to do something about it. What he might not know is that the way you perceive a problem affects the way you deal with it. This sounds abstract, allow me to explain, when you’re stalling you can think that the reason you were stalling was that you didn’t have the intel on the enemy team to do something, so you start gathering more intel by droning. But this might not be the reason why you were stalling, so you’re solving a problem with the wrong solution.

There is more than one way

If you want to really solve your problem, you need to consider all the aspects that could affect it. Take the example of stalling out, possible aspects of you stalling could be not having enough intel, not utility left to deal with the utility of the opponent or maybe even being scared to push the enemy because they have better aim than you.

Thinking of all these different aspects of why something is a problem, or rather what the real problem might be, is known as divergent thinking. Making sure that you have a clear view of all the different aspects that went into you losing a round or a match will help you solve the actual problem in a more effective manner. With the replay system that is in beta during crimson heist, it will become easier to analyse a lot of gameplay factors that went into losing a match or winning it for the matter. Once you know what the real problem is you can go and work on a strategy to deal with it.

The two types of strategies

To solve a problem there are usually two types of strategies, algorithms and heuristics. When you choose the right algorithm for your problem it guarantees the right outcome. The downside of an algorithm is that you can only use it on a specific problem where opinions or feelings don’t have any influence. So when your problem is not having enough intel, you start droning more effectively and efficiently, you might even consider bringing an intel operator, like Iana, more often.

If you have a very complex problem it can be difficult to just use, or even find, some kind of a formula or algorithm. That’s the reason why we, as humans, developed more intuitive and flexible strategies, known as heuristics, these so called heuristics are the way you usually deal with the problems you encounter in siege, we don’t use algorithms that often because the game is simply too complex.

We all have our own collection of heuristics, like when your sound gets bugged you restart your game, when the enemy rushes you take traps, or you roam more, to deny entry points. A heuristic is a way to solve complex problems in a relative quick way. But by using a heuristic you don’t always know if it’s going to give you the outcome you want, the enemy might not rush this round, you might be easily killed in the roam and give them a man advantage. There are however some general heuristics that will help you to get the whished outcome.

Working backwards

Working backwards is one of the many strategies we use. Trying to figure out where to enter the map, can be overwhelming when you don’t know where the sight is. But if you start with the idea where you want to plant, and what map control you need to pull that plant off, it will become easier to make a decision where to enter. This is why my most played operator is Jordan ‘Thermite’ Trace, he is able to open reinforced walls, and is usually the planter. It makes me think about where I want to plant, what control I need, to pull that off and therefore which walls or hatches I need to open. This way of thinking makes the game strategic, which is my preferred way to play the game.

Familiarity

Another heuristic we use is familiarity. When a map gets a rework you don’t go to that new site you never played before, you go to the sight you are familiar defending. It’s just very complex to come up with a complete new way to defend a sight. But what you might not have considered is that when you go to a new sight you’re also able to use familiarity, when you see that the sight has a soft ceiling you can think of other sights on other maps that you can hold vertically by opening holes above the entry points to the sight and default plant spots. It’s about asking yourself the question: What does this sight have in common with another one that you are more familiar with?

For example, kitchen dining on the reworked chalet. The ceiling is destructible. Which makes me think of it as the sight ventilation/workshop on the map Border. You defend this by either extending vertically, which is what I’m used to and do most often in my own matches, but you can also extend horizontally. On border you hold control of customs and supply, and on chalet you might want to extend into bar/games. But however you extend, it’s important to think about how you can impact the sight without being there.

The bigger problems

A big problem like how to play well consistently is hard to solve, but finding a new angle is pretty simple, just destroy a lot of floors and walls in a custom game. By chopping up your big problem into smaller ones, and then step by step solving the smaller ones, will help you to solve the bigger problem.

To solve the bigger problem, of how to play consistently, you need to define for yourself what that means to you. I would define playing consistently, as being able to take a gunfight and knowing I have a 60/40 percent chance of winning it. This means that I have to take into account my aim, my positioning, the position of the enemy and the utility that I can use vs. the utility the enemy has at their disposal.

Solving your own problems

However sometimes it’s hard to solve your own problems, luckily psychology can help you explain why that might be.

A mental set is one of those explanations. When you’re determined to use a specific strategy because it always worked so well, but it hasn’t worked so well in your recent games, means that you have the wrong mental set. You have the tendency to solve a new problem the same way as an old problem because you see a familiarity. This familiarity however stops you from finding a new and better way to solve it.

There is a special kind of mental set where you can’t find a new way to use a tool at your disposal. This example actually happened in a game where I played with a friend of mine, that hasn’t played siege for a while. He picked lesion, and brought impacts. I was playing mute and he was like where do we need a rotate. I said I got the rotates with my shotgun. His reaction was, okay, so my impacts are useless now.

He associated impacts with making rotates. He couldn’t find a new way to use them, like killing/downing the planter or throwing it at enemies to distort their sound, or maybe using it to impact trick.

Stop holding yourself back

It also happens that people just hold themselves back from a good solution. It’s as if you think that all 10 reinforcements need to be used, or that a certain wall always needs to be reinforced, that there always has to be someone on sight. Or on attack, a support player shouldn’t or can’t take a gunfight, because of the utility they are carrying. You don’t have to drone for a Montagne or other shield ops. All of these things can hold you back from improving or finding a new way to do things that might be better than the old familiar way. If you have any more examples of things where you hold yourself back, share them in the comments so that we can have a respectful discussion about them.

There are also a lot of other obstacles you can encounter when solving a problem effectively. Like not having enough knowledge, or just not enough interest in the problem, or you’re just too tired, don’t have enough confidence. Excitement and on the other side stress, or other kinds of pressure, can also leave an impact on your problem solving capabilities.

In the end

People are thinkers that take a decision too fast based on knowledge that is available to them, but on the other side they are biased by that knowledge, just like you can be biased by your motivations, emotions and perceptions. Is this wrong? No, I don’t think so, we’ve been solving problems like this for ages and it has always helped humanity to innovate and move forward. But knowing your limitations and taking them into account when you’re having trouble solving a problem, can only help you to become more effective and creative. And therefore will it help you improve in the game of siege.

If you have any questions feel free to ask them in the AMA section or send me twitter message @BotRecoil

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morgana-ren · 6 years ago

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hey hun!!! just letting you know your shigaraki fic was crazy good! tbh probably the best one i’ve read💕 jw if maybe you’d do a continuation?? if not that’s fineeee :)

Ask and yee shall receive! I love writing Shigaraki and I’ve actually had quite a few requests for a continuation. The more dialogue he has, the more challenging he is to write in character, so I hope this is up to par!

HERE’S PART I!

There was no better display of thesickening plethora of filth that was ‘hero culture’ than the mall.

Hoards of humans crowding inside aconcrete cage to throw their money at any cheap, shitty knockoff itemwith a famous face plastered on it. Kids ran amok, screaming andcrying and leaving a trail of crumbs and slobber in their wake.Teenage girls and boys huddled around the hippest stores, fawningover the latest heart throb and shoplifting trinkets while no one waslooking. It was absolutely disgusting.

Theyflocked to the stores like rats chasing poisoned peanut butter.Endeavor t-shirts, Uwabami makeup. Midnight lingerie. Fucking AllMight everything. Theyall flew off the rack as fast as they could be stocked. Moronic NPCsshoveling every ounce of garbage they could find into theirinventory. Every bone in his body longed to run his hand along thewall and just watch it all turn to dust.

His hatred of thegeneral populace was one of many reasons Shigaraki didn’t make ahabit out of leaving the bar. Assuming that Father had kept enough ofhis face hidden during his exploits for it to be somewhat safe, hestill didn’t particularly enjoy crowds. People of all sizes, shapes,colors, smells, cultures, ideals, and morals but they all had onething in common.

They all lookeddown on him.

Inpublic, he always kept his head down, hood and hair covering hismarred face. Hands steadily in his pocket, eyes on the ground. Hepulled himself into his own body, doing his best to not draw anyundue attention. It wasn’t for their benefit, of course, but his. Ifone more NPC stared athim, a single person let their eyes linger too long on his chappedlips, dry skin, scars, or emaciated form, he would snap andruin everything. A massacre that ended in his incarceration wouldprobably throw a massive sized wrench into the gears of All for One’splan, and that was the last thing Tomura wanted.

Regardless,it made him so angry.

Not that he caredwhat they thought. They could drown in their own filth as far as hewas concerned. He just didn’t like being stared at. It was so rude.These pack animals always pretended like they were so much betterthan everyone else, with their laws and their heroes. So superior.But the way they looked at him, the way their eyes crinkled indisgust, mouths agape, looking at him like he was a wet rat whocrawled out of a sewer grate.

How would they lookat him when their expressions were melting from their faces as theydisintegrated into ash?

The situation madehis fingers twitch and lip curl. Wasn’t it enough that idiot Stainhad polluted the minds of the city’s villains with his ridiculousideology? Did everything have to be such a pain in the ass?

Luckily, Shigarakihad a few hobbies that helped to calm his mind. While drinking at thebar and crisping newspapers was always a quick and easy stressrelief, he had always been particularly taken with video games. Notonly did he enjoy them, but he was good at them. No one couldlook down at you for your appearance or ideals, the only thing thatmattered in the end was victory, and that was a strategy he couldwork with.

It didn’t matterthe genre, the rating, online or off, he knew he could dominate it.He never had much trouble climbing the rankings or leveling up.Nothing mattered but his prowess, his skill, both of which he had inspades. Not to mention, it allowed him to exercise his destructiveand domineering personality without drawing any real attention tohimself. In fact, it even made him cool. People would fightfor his allegiance during battles or races, sending him an wave offriend requests and messages with offers from their guilds orpromises of friendship from their groups. He didn’t care about that.He deserved the recognition. He was only getting what wascoming to him.

Buteven video games weren’t completely safe from the influx of heroparaphernalia pandering garbage. Gamingcompanies flocked to video games featuring heroes like a fly to shit.It was easily avoidable, sure, but it still pissed him off thatheroes could infect the one thing he genuinely enjoyed.

Still, he had toadmit, it fun wiping the floor with famous heroes in those gamessometimes. Even if the villains were hideously under powered. Infact, that made it even better. If he could win a fight with a nobodyvillain against a famous hero in a video game where there werelimited controls, can you imagine what he could do in real life wherethe possibilities were endless?

Soon the wholeworld would see. This was only the beginning.

Frankly, there wasonly one downside to gaming. Most new releases from the companies heliked didn’t come out with PC ports for a little while after thegame’s initial release, which meant he had to leave the safety of thebar and adjourn out into the world to get brand new games. Sure, hecould send Kurogiri to do it, but more than once he had come backwith the wrong game in the series, or even the wrong one entirely. Itwas a frustrating mess, and it was easier to just avoid it alltogether by going himself.

Besides, sometimeswalks helped him clear his head. Sometimes.

That was how hefound himself here. One of his favorite companies had just released abrand new action and adventure game that he’d been dying to try eversince he saw the trailer. He’d even had Kurogiri call in advance andreserve a copy. At least he could do that right.

Shigaraki neededthis. Needed to get his mind off of the Hero Killer Stain and AllMight and fucking all of it. He was driving himself mad goingaround in circles in his own head asking himself questions he knew hedidn’t have the answers to. He needed to put his head in the clouds,if only for a little while.

So he dodgedthrough the crowds of people, weaving in and out of families andgroups trying to get into the game store before he finally lost hislast ounce of sanity. There seemed to be more people here than usual,which just soured his mood even further. He should have known betterthan to come on a weekend. He grunted past several bystanders, bitinghis tongue to hold back the onslaught of insults fresh in his mind.It was only when he reached a rather impenetrable wall of people thathe inhaled sharply, ready to start grabbing.

A large group ofpedestrians had gathered in a circle around something, which wasblocking off a large portion of the walkway and therefore his path.He mumbled under his breath, tempted to forcefully move them out ofthe way. What in the hell was going on that was so important that itsaw fit to hinder him?

“Hey, isn’t that the hero classfrom UA?”

“Yeah! Wow! I saw them compete inthe sports festival! So awesome!”

“You guys are so cool! What’s itlike at UA?”

Shigarakistiffened. So they were here. He peered upward for a momentand saw the class huddled together, some blushing, others posing,obviously basking in their new found fame. That kid was heretoo. The mop of hair and splattering of freckles was visible evenfrom where he stood. That one willing to put himself in danger overand over again for All Might. Midoriya.

Maybe it wasn’tentirely a negative thing that he found himself here on thisparticular day. That boy obviously had his pulse on heroculture. Maybe he could explain why people were so taken withStain and yet completely ignored him. An ear splitting smile cutthrough Shigaraki’s face, irritating one of the blisters on his lowerlip. He wiped the blood and waited for the crowd to disperse as thestudents each went off in their own direction.

When it was onlyhim and one other student, a young girl with short brown hair, hemade his move. He started heading in the direction of Midoriya,grinning wider when the young girl sped off, leaving the kid all byhimself. It was so perfect. He was about to reach out and makehis move when he heard it.

A voice. A voicethat made his blood pound in his ears.

He stopped cold,hand stopped short of the oblivious Midoriya’s shoulder.Instinctively, his head turned in the direction of the voice, heartthrumming in his chest. Surrounded by a couple of fellow UA students,she was standing in front of a window, joking around with one of thepeople nearest her.

Her. She washere

Hisfingers began to shake as he withdrew them from Midoriya, stuffingthem back into his pocket before anyone noticed him. She was here. Heshould have known. She was in the class too. These kids stucktogether like glue. If they were here, it was certain she was nearby.Stupid stupid stupid. Hehad almost blown his chance.

But hehadn’t.

Heturned and stalked in her direction, staying only far enough back asto not draw attention, crimson eyes glaring into the back of herhead. She was laughing at something some blonde idiotin her class had said. He felt his temper go through the roof, andallowed one hand out to scratch and dig at his neck. Why was shetalking to him? Whywas she laughing so hard? What he said probably wasn’t even funny. Hedidn’t like the way that guy was looking at her. Did he likeher? Did she like him?

Hefelt a thin trickle of liquid down his neck as his scar reopened.

Hemanaged to tame his anger just enough to keep from rushing him.Instead, he followed the group at a distance for a while, waiting forhis opportunity. He overheard something about a camping trip andsomething about training. Interesting. He would have to make a mentalnote of it. However, right now, he had other things on his mind.

Theopportunity finally came when a few of the students rushed ahead todrool over some restaurant while she stayed behind, digging in herbag for her wallet. They ran off ahead, yelling at her to catch upand complaining about hunger. He heard her laugh and tell them she’dbe there in a minute, she just needed a second to get some cash out.She was alone. It was time.

Hecame up behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder, doing his bestto mask his voice.

“Hey,you’re one of those kids from UA, right? You’re practically famous!Do you think I could get an autograph?”

Hefelt her stiffen underneath his hold. She knew something was off, ashiver rolling down her spine as she tried to turn and look at him.He was just out of the reach of her peripheral, hair and hood hidinghis features.

“Y-yeah,I am.” She raised her hand as if to pry him off, but thought betterof it. “If you’ll just let me go for a second, I’ll get in my bagand get out a pen and some paper.”

Hervoice was on edge, her shoulder muscles clenching. He couldn’t helpbut smile again.

“Isaw you compete in the sports festival. You came in fourth, right? Itwas so cool. I bet yougot so many offers from agencies. I bet everyone wants you to betheir hero.” Hecould feel her breathing getting more shallow, feel her neck flex asshe swallowed.

“I-um-Sir,I don’t really feel comfortable being touched by people I don’t know,but if you’ll remove your hand, I’ll get you an autograph or apicture if you want.”

Sir. Shehad called him sir. Itwas adorable. He wanted to hear it again.

“Inoticed you got your costume fixed too. I liked better it the otherway, but that way is fine too.” He chuckled. “Hey, you’re alittle tense. It’s okay, we’re friends, remember?”

Realizationhit her like a truck. She inhaled, biting her lip as she turned herhead as much as she could in his direction. “Shigaraki!”

Heleaned down, perching his head on her shoulder. “Careful, you don’twant to make a scene. All Might might not be busy this time, butthere certainly a lot of civilians around. A lot of your friends too.I’d hate for something to happen.”

“Whatdo you want?” She snarled, making a slight effort to jerk away. Hedidn’t let her.

“Ijust want to talk. Is that so bad? Or are you too cool nowto catch up with an old friend?”

“Weare not friends!”Growling, she reached up and dug her fingernails into his wrist.

Hegiggled. She had certainly gotten more feisty since their lastmeeting. “That’s not a very nice thing to say. I thought we hit itoff pretty well.

Beforeshe could respond, the same blonde classmate came running towardsthem from inside of the nearby building. Shigaraki sneered,tightening his grip on her shoulder in warning. He was no doubtcoming back for her.

“Hey!We got a table and be-Woah! Who’s this guy?” The kid stopped a bitshort of them, shifting between looking at her in confusion andpeering suspiciously at him.

Shigarakileaned further in and whispered under his breath. “Unless the nexttime you want to see him is in an urn, I suggest you get ridof him. Quickly.”

Shepulled herself together, smiling happily while waving at him. “It’scool, Denki. He’s an old friend.” A sly smirk pulled at Tomura’smouth. “We ran into each other and thought we’d catch up a bit.Don’t wait up! I’ll meet you guys there!”

Denkicontinued looking back and forth between the two of them, eyeslingering on Shigaraki for a brief moment before retreating. “Okay,then. I’ll save you a spot. Don’t take too long or I’ll eat your foodtoo!”

Asthey watched him walk back into the restaurant, Tomura hummed.“You’re certainly a good actress. If I hadn’t known better, Iwouldn’t believe you were lying.”

“Saywhat you need to say and then leave.” She hissed quietly.

“Walkforward and turn into that alleyway on your left.” He gripped herwith his hand, careful to leave his middle finger levitating.

“Likehell! You think I’m just going to walk into a dark alleyway with theleader of the league of villains? You’ll kill me!”

“Youdon’t have a choice, hero. Assuming that’s what I’m planning, it’seither you or everyone else in this area, starting with Denki.”He began walking, shoving her forward lightly. “And if I startfeeling anything funny, I’ll dust youfirst and then move on to them.”

Sheexhaled in defeat, shuffling her feet forward as Shigaraki steeredher toward the desolate alcove. That rendered her quirk completelyuseless. Shigaraki would know if she was trying to use it on him, andshe didn’t want to test his promise. She had no doubt in her mindthat he wouldn’t hesitate.

Thatdidn’t mean she couldn’t get the drop on him though.

Remember your training. Duck andjab. Get out of his reach!

Notquite halfway down the passageway, she ducked and lurched back,sending her elbow careening into his stomach. He grunted in pain ashe was driven back several feet away from her, taken too much bysurprise to bring his hand down. She turned to face him, readying herdefensive stance as he recovered from the blow.

“Thisagain?” He wheezed, rolling his neck.

“I’mnot going down without a fight!”

Sighing,he straightened his back and held his hands up. “Have it your way,then.”

Shesent a few punches his direction but he dodged the brunt of them,only landing one on his injured shoulder. It was exponentiallystronger than the last time they met, enough to send him reelingbackwards while grabbing at his weakened limb. He coughed a fewtimes, quickly evading her other jabs.

“You’vebeen practicing.” He noted.

“Itrain with Midnight every week in hand to hand combat to keep peoplelike you away!” She sent another loaded punch towards his face,which he easily sidestepped.

“Lookslike it’s going well.” He deadpanned, seeming unimpressed. “I’mgetting bored.”

Sheignored his prodding, sending a few low kicks to his shins. Hebrought his own foot up, catching on the back of her knee andyanking, sending her toppling to the ground. She growled infrustration, pushing herself away from where he stood and standingback up, immediately taking stance again. She charged him one lasttime, sending her leg on a collision course with his hip in the hopesto knock him aside, but he simply raised his arms, catching her legand holding it.

Hereyes widened as she began to lose balance, but before she could fallagain, he slammed her into the wall closest her back using her ownleg as leverage. She cried out, letting her guard down. He used theopportunity to move on her, pressing against her and pushing herfurther into the brick as one hand slid up from her calf to herthigh,never relinquishing its grip, while the other calmly wrappedaround her neck, middle finger flexing.

Hecould feel her erratic breathing. She had lost to him not once, buttwice now, and it barely even took any effort on his part. Herfrightened eyes searched underneath his hair, but it was too shadowedbeneath his hood to see much of anything. All she could make out washis teeth, visible underneath his simpering lips.

“Quietnow. Your little outburst is bound to have attracted attention.” Heplaced his forehead to hers, leaning forward slightly to cover herface in a curtain of his hair. She tried to pull away, but hetightened his grip on her neck “Unless you want a whole lot ofnice people to die, you’ll playalong.” He pressed her harder into the alley wall, crushing herbody with his. He hiked her thigh up around his own and held it therewith the hand that still had a grasp on it, maneuvering his hipsbetween her now open legs.

Shemade a sound of disgust, trying again to turn from him, but he dughis fingernails into her thigh, eliciting a shocked gasp from her.Through the tendrils of his hair, she could see a few curious peoplebeginning to peak into the alley entrance, drawn by the sounds oftheir fighting. He pushed his face so close to hers that she couldfeel him smile.

“You’renot making this very convincing.” He whispered. “All it wouldtake is one little touchand I could dust them all.”

Sheswallowed hard, closing her eyes and preparing herself for what shehad to do. Slowly, she raised her arms up over Shigaraki’s shoulders,one hand resting uneasily on the back of his neck, the other tanglingup into his hair. She let her leg rest up in his hand instead ofsquirming, wrapping her knee around his thigh and relaxing her stanceso it appeared more natural.

Shigarakiwas absolutely not a fan of being touched. In fact, casual brushes inthe street were often grounds for a permanent ashing. But this? Oh,he could make an exception for this.

“Goodgirl. Show them that it’s just two lovers in an alleyway, looking fora little privacy.”He could smell her again, that scent he’d been dying for, trying sohard to emulate over the past few months. His heart rate was reachingpeak levels, but the blood was beginning to divert away from hisbrain. He couldn’t help himself. He ground into her a little bit, thefront of his jeans scraping against her body as he rutted, feelingthe warmth of her body.

“You’redespicable.” She seethed, swallowing down a wretch.

Hegiggled, letting his thumb run small circles over her exposed thigh.“Prove how heroic you are, Hero. Convinceme these people don’t deserve what I could do to them.”

Hepushed his mouth to hers, instantly trying to snake his tongue intoher mouth. At first she was unresponsive, until he brought thefingers on her neck together and clasped at a necklace she had beenwearing. It crumbled instantaneously, sending a splay of ash downonto her chest. Almost immediately, she allowed him access, pliantlyopening her lips for him to invade and slowly responding to hisministrations.

Shetasted like she smelled, and it took every ounce of self control hehad not to push her further. Although her movements wereunenthusiastic and light, it didn’t matter to him. It was still her. He could feel every last bit of her body pressed against his own,every movement and muscle. Every curve she offered up to him and himalone and it was just like how he had imagined it would be in thedreams that had haunted his few dreaming hours ever since their firstmeeting.

Shigarakihad certainly not woken up that morning with the belief that he wouldhave his tongue shoved halfway down her throat that day. If he had,he likely would have been in a much more amicable mood. Right now, hefelt absolutely ecstatic. Hehad her right where he wanted her. Well, not rightwhere, but close enough. She was submitting to him because he knewher weakness. He wondered, in time, how far he could push thatweakness. How far was she willing to go?

But hewas nothing if not a strategist. He wouldn’t push it too far toofast. He wouldn’t risk it. He would chip away at her resolve slowly,breaking away her boundaries one at a time until there was nothingleft but her submission. If it meant threatening her friends, herfamily, random children on the street, he didn’t care. She wouldbe his. He decided that a longtime ago. She belonged to him, and frankly he didn’t really care whatshe had to say about it. It wasn’t her decision.

Eventually,the last of the onlookers had left, leaving behind a handful ofheckles from teenagers and reprimands from angry parents usheringtheir children away while covering their eyes. Her hand was yankingat his hair erratically, not in lust but in a likely plead for him toback off of her finally. He gave himself a minute longer, cherishingthe moment before withdrawing himself, unable to stop the grin thatcrawled up his face.

“See?It’s not so bad now, it is? You just saved all thoseidiot’s lives and all it took was a few minutes.”

Shecouldn’t stop herself. Her hands were shaking in rage, stomachchurning. She’d never felt so violated. Soutterly disgusted. Shecould taste him in the back of her throat and feel his leftoversaliva on her lips and it made her want to vomit.

Shelooked directly up at him, and spit in his face. It landed with in anundignified blob sliding down his cheek.

Ittook Shigaraki a moment to fully register what happened. He unhandedher leg, bringing it up to his face and squelching the small plop ofliquid between his fingers. Slowly, he raised his head up, finallygiving her a full view of his face for the first time.

Sheimmediately regretted her actions.

Helooked enraged, eyes open with beady pupils staring down at his hand.His cracked mouth was contorted in rage, snarling while rubbed threeof his fingers together, spreading the coating around. His eyesflashed up at hers, and his hand clamped down on her throat, fourthfinger twitching unsteadily.

“Youlittle brat.” He spat, tightening his grip more and more by thesecond until she could no longer breathe. “You think you’re allhigh and mighty, that just because you’re a Hero that there’s noconsequences for your actions. That you can treat people like trash.”His fingers dug in with bruising strength, and the longer he heldthem, the more little black dots began dancing in front of hervision. Her chest was trying desperately to inhale, but she couldn’twith his palm crushing her windpipe. Fear welled up inside her, andthe longer she struggled for breath, the more overpowering it became.“I can show you how wrong you are.”

“I-I’mSo-orry!” She croaked out, pleading with him for air. His eyesflashed dangerously, and he loosened his grip only enough that hecould make out her words.

“Speakup. I can’t hear you.”

“I’msorry! It was-” Her mind raced, searching for the right words toplacate him. “It was rude of me, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t havedone it. I beg your forgiveness, Shigaraki. Please forgive me!”

He lethis hand sit firm for a few more seconds. He was still twitching withanger, but something about hearing her beg, beg him forforgiveness sent a wave of pleasure through him. Of course she wasgoing to be defiant at first. He could forgive her this once. Afterall, she would be making it up to him in the end regardless.

Hesmiled down at her, ghosting his fingers on her neck as she coughedand sputtered, trying to catch her breath. “Just don’t do it again.I hate people with no manners.”

Sheshook her head, eyes bright and fearful. After that, she didn’t daretry using her quirk on him or bothering to fight him again. She wasentirely at his mercy. This guy was insane. He didn’t even need touse his quirk to kill her. He would just suffocate her and leave herbody in the alley way. What was his deal? Was he still harboring agrudge from their last encounter? Why was he here now?

Finally regaining her breath, she peered up at him hesitantly, studying hisface. “Did you follow me here?”

Heseemed taken back for a minute, before chuckling a little underneathhis breath. “Follow you here? No. I was actually here for acompletely separate reason and just happened to run into you. Isn’tthat lucky?”

“Yeah.Lucky.” She grunted, lamenting her choices. She knew she shouldhave stayed in bed today

“Iwas actually about to grab Midoriya when I saw you. I just couldn’thelp myself.”

Shefurrowed her brows. “But why?” She didn’t understand what thisman wanted with her. He didn’t seem to outright want her dead, butwasn’t content letting her live in peace either.

He letout a heinous cackle, letting three of his fingers on his free handwander up to his neck and scratch. Why was he telling her any ofthis? “I guess I just find you intriguing.” He tore at his neckanxiously for a moment while she stared at him. The way she waslooking at him was making him feel itchy and hot all over. Underneathhis hoody, he felt like it was one hundred degrees, which given theweather, might not have been far off. He felt uncomfortable in hisown skin, anxious, stomach twisting in knots. He hated thatshe had this control over him.

Hepulled his hand away from his sweating neck, reaching up to touch herface once more. He wanted to feel her skin, how soft it was. Justwanted to graze his fingers across her face so he could remember howshe felt even after she’d gone. However, when he raised it up by herhead, the sleeve of his jacket rode up his arm, revealing the pieceof cloth he had tied around his wrist.

Immediatelyher eyes were drawn to it, and she gulped hard, a horrifiedexpression etched on her features. “Is that… Is that my…”

Shigarakirealized what had spooked her. Tied around his wrist was theunmistakable pattern of her costume, ripped from her torso during theattack on U.S.J. His eyes darkened. There was no sense in lying toher now.

“Yourecognize it, huh?” He lowered his hand down, bringing it betweenboth of their faces. “I’ve kept it on me since.”

Herbreathing became inconsistent and staggered, mouth agape in terror.“W-why?”

Heleaned in again, scraping the cloth against her neck, hoping tosiphon some of her scent back onto it. “I think it helps keep mefocused.”

Hervision spiraled. She could ignore a few consistencies but this wasall to much to be a coincidence. Something she had done had gottenhis attentions enough to keep it on her, even endear herself to himin some twisted way. He wasn’t just doing this because it made heruncomfortable or to spite her like she initially thought. If shedidn’t know better, she would say it was something resembling acrush.

“S-Shigaraki,I don’t-” She cut herself off. What could she possibly say? ’Heysupervillain, not interested?’ 'Thanks for the flattery but I’m ahero?’ Our careers kind of make it impossible for us to be togetherbut thanks for the interest?

It didn’t reallymatter, she had a feeling he wasn’t interested in her opinion on thematter.

“You’reeverything I hate, you know.” His voice was soft, gentle even. Hehad hidden his eyes behind his hair again, and despite refusing tomove away from her, he seemed a few miles off. “You heroes. Youpiss me off. If I had my way, I would have killed every one of youthe first time we crossed paths.” There was a distant cold in hisvoice that made her shiver. “I wanted to. Kill you. It would havebeen easy too. All I had to do is wrap my fingers around your prettylittle neck and squeeze and you’d have been gone before you couldeven scream for help. I bet that really would have thrown one over anAll Might too. One of his precious students turned to dust while hewas in the same room. Sometimes I think I should have.”

There was nodeception in his voice. He was telling the truth. Somehow itterrified her more than when he had gotten violent. He lowered hishand back down, grabbing her chin with his thumb and index finger.

“But I havebetter ideas now. There are worse things than death.” Helifted his head, and she felt her soul plummet. His eyes were manicand deranged, boring down into her with the promise of unknownhorror. His smile was wide and frenzied, nearly breaking his crackedlips into shards all over again. There was a strange flush across hispallid cheeks, something almost akin to a blush, like he wasflustered even thinking about it.

She wanted to cry.She wanted to crawl away. Find a rock somewhere and hide under it,anywhere where he couldn’t find her. Something told her he wasn’tsaying this just to frighten her. The possibilities that could runthrough a madman’s mind were things she didn’t want to consider.Things that he considered worse than death were beyond the realm ofwhat she wanted to realize herself. He placed another soft kiss toher mouth, and she was too paralyzed in fear to stop him.

He looked like hewas about to speak when Denki’s voice rang through the alley way.“Hey, what gives? We’ve been waiting forever!” Both she andTomura turned their heads toward the entrance to see Denki standingthere with a beaming smile, eyes closed and holding up several bagsof food in his closed hands. “We didn’t wait for ya, but we got youleftovers! Took us forever to find you! What the hell are you doingdown here anyway?” He opened his eyes and nearly dropped the food,face red with embarrassment as a few of her classmates crowded aroundas well with equally shocked expressions.

“Someone’sgetting’ some.” Eijiro whispered to a blushing Mina who wasgiggling behind her hand. Momo scowled over at the pair, giving thema death glare.

“Are weinterrupting something?” Fumikage asked, trying to be as polite aspossible in the given situation.

“I didn’t realizeyou were with so many people!” Shigaraki immediately withdrew hishands, stepping away from her but taking care to keep his faceshadowed. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to keep you held up.”

Eijiro chuckled athis words and she felt like she could just die.

“I’m off then. Itwas nice catching up. Don’t worry, we’ll see each other soon!” Hespoke loud enough for them to hear before he leaned inconspicuouslyand whispered in her ear. “If any of you follow me, I’ll get angry.I’d hate to kill half his class without All Might here to see it.”

He started walkingbut stopped short a few seconds later. “Oh! One last thing, hero.”He pulled her in close to his side, hands fishing his phone out ofhis pocket. “You promised me a picture.” He held his phone up,getting one snapshot with her in frame. Although his features werestill almost entirely hidden behind his hair, she was completelyexposed, expression like a deer in headlights. It would do for now.He placed his phone back in his pockets, giving her one last lookbefore turning away and ambling off down further into the alleyway,turning out of her sights after a few seconds.

“Aren’t you goingto introduce us to your friend?” Mina called, still giggling behindher palm.

“No!” She shookher head vigorously, trying to hold back the tears and the sick thatwere clawing their way up her throat, acting as natural as she could.“Look, can we just get out of here? Please?”

Her friends alllooked at her confused for a moment, shrugging before following heras she took off.

As he heard theirvoices drift further and further off, Shigaraki brought his fingersup to his lips, grazing where hers had been. He still tasted her, andhe was trying to savor every moment. He didn’t know for sure how longit would be until she was in his arms again, only that she would be.He needed to calm down. He needed to be patient.

He forced himselfdown the streets and passageways away from the mall, farther from herbut thinking of nothing but all the while. His head didn’t feel anyclearer, if anything it felt more clouded and stimulated than it hadbefore, but he was fine with that. He didn’t get to ask Midoriya whatthe difference between him and Stain was, but that mattered little tohim now. There would be other opportunities for that. He did cursehimself as he remembered he had forgotten to pick up his game, but heshrugged it off. If his estimates were correct, it wouldn’t beavailable for much longer anyway.

The sun sank behindthe horizon, giving way to the darkness of the night sky. When hefelt secure enough, he placed Father back on his face, making his wayback home under the cover of shadow. His body was shivering, but notfrom the cold. He could hardly believe anything that happened today.

When he finallyturned the knob to enter the bar, Kurogiri immediately turned towardshim in a panic.“Tomura Shigaraki, is all well? The mall youattended today has been shut down. I was worried that you weredetained and perhaps incarcerated.”

“Don’t be stupid,Kurogiri. I’m right here.” He lumbered over to the bar, sittinghalf-haphazardly in the seat. Kurogiri decided it was better not toquestion him, opting to pour him a drink instead. He turned towardsthe TV, which was playing news footage of the mall, giving minimaldetails about the incident but describing a notorious villain spottedthere. “So she told.” He muttered under his breath, smirking. “Ifigured she would.”

Kurogiri heard hiswords, but decided it would go against his mental health to questionTomura on the incident if it was indeed what he thought it was.Revealing his face would have far reaching consequences for theleague. Judging by the way he was lovingly picking at the rattedmaterial tied around his wrist, he had found that girl again. So hisobsession hadn’t in fact died. This would not bode well.

The rest of thenight continued on relatively average. Tomura drank and cussed andranted about All Might and the Hero Killer Stain, staring down at hisphone in the intervals. Kurogiri polished his glasses, offeringadvice where he could and bearing the brunt of Tomura’s abuses whenhe couldn’t. It almost gave him hope that maybe Shigaraki could putthis whole incident behind him instead of obsessing over it like heoften did.

That is, until mostof the way through the night, Tomura stumbled off the bar stool,clinging onto the counter as he shambled towards his room in theback. He paused momentarily, turning to face Kurogiri for a fewseconds before slamming his door.

“Hey Kurogiri,you know those old storage rooms we have? I need them cleaned out.We’ll be having a guest soon. I want to make sure she’s comfortable.”

#Shigaraki #Anonymous #shigaraki x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #Not as bad but still gross abuse of italics #forced kiss #gross behavior as usual #I'm so sorry if this didn't break for someone #I dont know why it doesnt work sometimes #I hope this is okay and not a disappointment

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