#miritamaneji

[k3r0deku]

about:

hi you can call me deku! i’m 22, my pronouns are he/they/it, and i’m a huge my hero academia fan. my big hobbies are gaming, writing, and art. still emo. music and fandom enthusiast. i also really love space. i am a bakudeku truther until i die

intp

aries sun / gemini moon / pisces rising

autistic insomniac

transmasculine manliker

multifandom

multiship

learning japanese, french, and asl

ships:

todokiribakudekushinkami take anyone out put whoever together idc. polycule? hell yea

erasercloudmic same rule as above

shiggydabihawks whaaat do u think im gonna say…

togachako

miritamaneji

minachako

kamijirou

kirimina

moots:

i prefer 18+ unless i really like your art

so down to make online friends, i have a discord server and i play a lot of games + am gonna start streaming so just ask for the invite link if u want!

drama free

dni:

if u sexualize minors pls gtf off my page. i’m still uncomfortable with aged up nsfw so please respect that. proshippers and pedos just leave

i don’t tolerate any sort of racism, xenophobia, prejudice, antisemitism, islamophobia, nazism

this is a pro-palestine page. please leave if you support israel

homophobia, transphobia, terfs, prolifers, conservatives

religious extremism

antivax

fatphobia and ED blogs

anti recovery

gatekeepers, let people have fun and enjoy things

[theikusabastash]

You know whats a great ship dynamic? adhd x anxiety

you know whats even better? adhd x anxiety x autism

[denkisauce]

polycule!!!!!!! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

[kcuf-ad]

If your OT3 doesn't contain a introvert being adopted by their two extroverted lovers, then I don't wanna see it.

[cooliopumpkin]

As someone who's a pretty casual member of the bnha fandom, it's always so weird seeing ship drama come up in one of the tags I follow. Like, y'all are fighting over this?? Literally why??? Just make your little figurines of them kiss and move on plz

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

The New S-Class Hero

The New S-Class Hero by ProfessionalRanter

A monster attack puts the Big Three of UA on the ropes when three skilled martial artists of the Class-Based Rankings appear

Words: 5092, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of True Oneshots, Part 10 of This is for a future fic (I'll change the series title once I make it)

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, Multi

Characters: Garou (One-Punch Man), Midoriya Izuku, Bang | Silver Fang, Midoriya Inko, Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki, Hadou Nejire, Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Nezu, Fubuki (One-Punch Man), Child Emperor (One-Punch Man), Blizzard Group (One-Punch Man)

Relationships: Garou (One-Punch Man) & Midoriya Izuku, Bang | Silver Fang & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko & Garou (One-Punch Man), Midoriya Inko & Bang | Silver Fang, Amajiki Tamaki/Hadou Nejire/Toogata Mirio, Fubuki (One-Punch Man) & Midoriya Izuku, Child Emperor & Bang | Silver Fang, Child Emperor & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Hero Garou (One-Punch Man), Parental Bang | Silver Fang, I beat canon with a brick, Hero Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Bashing, Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences, Bakugou Katsuki Bashing

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38791782

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Manifesting a Friendship

Manifesting a Friendship by Fruggykitty

Tamaki openly gawks. He was actually looking around on the ground for bugs, bugs that he expected Tamaki to eat. Tamaki panicked silently as Kirishima started trekking into the grass, squinting at the bark of trees and squatting to get closer to the ground and combing through the green blades of grass.

"..Kirishima?" He called timidly, standing over the underclassmen, brows wrinkled.

"Yeah, senpai?" Kirishima prompts, not looking up but nodding his head, still searching for some sort of insect.

"If you don't mind, I really don't want to eat something off the ground unless I have to. Or use my quirk in public."

Words: 16263, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Amajiki Tamaki, Kirishima Eijirou, Toogata Mirio, Hadou Nejire, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Yaoyorozu Momo, U.A.'s Big Three, Class 1-A

Relationships: Amajiki Tamaki & Kirishima Eijirou, Amajiki Tamaki & Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki & Hadou Nejire, Class 1-A & U.A.'s Big Three, Amajiki Tamaki/Hadou Nejire/Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki & Hadou Nejire & Toogata Mirio

Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Fluff, Comedy, Social Anxiety, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Anxious Amajiki Tamaki, Quirks

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29217567

[cosplayprincess21]

I NEED MORE MIRITAMANEJI CONTENT GDI. The ship is just.. So good and ive honestly had trouble shipping anything else.

[aresuna]

Nejitama? Miritama? NejiMiri?

NO!

MiriTamaNeji!!!!

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @1milzine, where I got to write my favourite bnha ship! I wanted to do a soft future fic.

Summary: Mirio had not never realized how lucky he was till Nejire and Tamaki walked through the front door, tired smiles on their faces. Perhaps there was something to domestic bliss after all.

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The doorbell rang and—dazed—Mirio stared at his textbook as he processed the sound. Was it that late already? He glanced at his phone, at the black digits barely visible over the picture of Tamaki, Nejire, and himself. 6:00pm. Looking outside the window confirmed it: already the sun was starting to set, the apartment swathed in a golden light.

 Nejire and Tamaki would be home soon. No, scratch that, they were already home; that was a doorbell he’d just heard. Shooting up, he scrambled from the dining table and hurried to the door. It was too late; a second ring followed the first, and a third shortly after.

 “Coming!” He called out as he reached the entrance. A soft click and he swung the door open. “Sorry, I was studying.”

 Outside, he was greeted with the tableau of his two partners. Nejire’s finger hovered over the bell. Tamaki’s expression was panicked, trying to get her to stop. Despite it being spring, it still wasn’t warm yet and the pair were bundled up in winter jackets and hats. Underneath it all, he was sure they still had their work clothes on, their street clothes neatly folded in the cloth bags they carried.

 “Mirio!” Nejire pressed the bell anyways before leaping forward and hugging him. He stumbled backwards, only able to keep his balance because he’d braced for it against the wall. “You took so long!”

 “Sorry!” Tamaki mumbled, following her in. He fiddled with his fingers. “I tried to stop her.”

“It’s alright.” Mirio chuckled, straightening his posture as he adjusted to Nejire’s weight. Keeping one arm wrapped around her waist, he reached out and pulled Tamaki closer. “I wasn’t paying attention to the time.”

 Nejire pulled back, a smirk on her face. “Fell asleep studying?”

 Mirio grimaced. “Almost.” Whoever wrote textbooks did it with the intent to confuse and put to sleep. He wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through his class, let alone get his degree. Maybe he could get Tamaki to help out later. Nejire, for all her enthusiasm, was the worst studying partner. “But I made it through.”

 “Good.” Nejire leaned forward and gave him a sloppy kiss.

 Mirio laughed, holding her tight. When she pulled back, he grinned. “Thanks for the praise.” Turning to a now red Tamaki, he kissed him softly. “How was today?”

 “Great!” Nejire finally let go of him. Sitting down to take off her shoes, she rambled, “Hey, hey, I managed to catch three villains today.”

 A very flushed Tamaki scooched back after Mirio released him, pulling his hat further down his head. “She did a lot today,” he added, still breathless. Coughing, he cleared his throat and continued, “She was almost everywhere.”

 “I just felt it today.” Nejire interlaced her fingers and stretched her arms in front of her. There was a soft pop as her body stretched. “Like today was my day. Hey, hey, maybe I saw the future?”

 “Or woke up on the right side of the bed?” Mirio ruffled her hair affectionately. With the way she’d bounced out of bed this morning, he wasn’t surprised. Still, with her powers, the drain from overusing them was more prominent than theirs. “Did you use too much energy?”

 “Well…” she trailed off, scratching her cheek sheepishly.

 “I made sure she took a nap,” Tamaki softly interjected, standing up. Mirio could only imagine how hard that must have been. Nejire was a free spirit and it was hard to keep her grounded sometimes. “And gave her some energy drinks.”

 “I slept on his lap!” Nejire added cheerfully, getting up too. When Tamaki made a garbled, flustered sound, she leapt onto his back and looped her arms around his neck. She pressed her cheek against his. “Thanks!”

 Tamaki almost fell over at the unexpected weight. “I-it’s nothing,” he managed to reply, slowly straightening his posture. When she didn’t get off, he added, “I’m changing.”

 “Me too.” Nejire sat up slightly and pointed ahead. “Let’s go!”

 “What?” Troubled, Tamaki’s brow knit before he sighed and gave in. Wrapping his arms around her legs to secure her, he headed toward their bedroom.

 Mirio chuckled as he watched them leave. The apartment felt dead when they were gone, the silence too pervading. It was like all of the colour had disappeared until the doorbell rang. Turning around, he neatly placed Nejire’s hastily removed shoes onto the shoe rack and picked up their forgotten bags.

 Honestly, he was a lucky man. He had not one but two loves of his life, two people who filled his heart to the brim. They came home safely every day, with nothing worse than a broken limb to worry about. His university was a good one—and only ten minutes away—so he could always get home first and get dinner started. Financially, they weren’t struggling. All in all, he had nothing to complain about.

 All in all, he had no reason to feel a pang of envy every time they talked about fighting villains and helping little old ladies across the street. One day, Eri would return his powers to him. Even if she didn’t, there were other professions, other ways to be a hero—doctors, cops, firefighters.  Even without his quirk, Mirio could make the world better.

 Sir’s voice had been strong, almost insistent when he’d declared, you’ll be a hero. As though he was fighting the future, trying to reshape the course of reality one last time. Had it been a lie? A wish? Mirio tried not to think too deeply about that final moment, about his weak grip, about his tired eyes.

 One day, he’d be able to move past this. Maybe even laugh at this jealousy that filled him. Maybe not today, but one day.

 “Something smells good!” Nejire declared, padding out of the living room.

 Mirio forced himself out of his stupor. Dumping his partners’ bags onto the dining table next to his textbooks, he hurriedly entered the kitchen. He’d almost forgotten about dinner. While the stove’s temperature was low, he still had to stir the pot every now and then.

 “Ohh! That’s a big pot!” Nejire peeked into the kitchen. As usual, she was dressed in an oversized flannel, her go-to comfort clothing in winter. Behind her, Tamaki was dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt and Mirio felt a burst of pride in that. It had taken months before Tamaki had gotten comfortable enough to ditch the hoodies and hats at home. Now, he sometimes went out on dates without them.

 “One of my classmates gave me a new recipe and I wanted to try it,” Mirio explained. There was a soft clink as he picked up the metal lid and invited her over to look. “It’s called chili.”

 “Chili?” Nejire asked, raising a brow. She sniffed lightly and licked her lips. “Hey, hey, that smells great!”

 “It’s an American dish,” Tamaki added, leaning around her shoulder to look too. Breathing in the warm air, he smiled slightly. “You’re good at cooking.”

 “The best,” Nejire chimed in, grabbing the wooden spoon. Taking out a little, she blew on it to cool it. Before she could take a bite, Mirio gently pried the spoon out of her hands and returned it to the pot. “Hey!” She shot him a grumpy pout.

 “It’s not ready yet.” Firmly, he placed the lid back on. When she still looked at him, imploring, he made a shooing motion. “You don’t want food poisoning.”

 “No, that’s Tamaki’s thing,” she agreed, a low blow.

 Tamaki’s expression crumpled, his shoulders sinking. “I’m sorry. I’m a terrible cook.”

 Wrapping an arm around both Nejire’s and Tamaki’s shoulders, he slowly ushered them out of the kitchen while comforting Tamaki. “You’re not bad, you just need a little practice. You’re always overcooking things.”

 Tamaki flinched. Looking down at his hands, he clenched them and mumbled, “I just want to make sure everything’s cooked properly.”

 “And you kinda over-salt things,” Mirio continued. If he were fully honest, Tamaki over-did a lot of things when it came to food. However, being brutally honest would kill Tamaki. “You just need to find the right balance. If you have a little confidence in your food, it’d be fine.”

 Looking at him doubtfully, Tamaki asked, “Are you sure?”

 “Yeah.” He squeezed Tamaki’s shoulder kindly. “Definitely.”

 “Hey, hey, you know, for someone who eats for their quirk, I don’t get why your cooking’s like that.” Nejire pulled out a chair from the dining table and plopped on it. Folding her hands under her chin, she kicked her feet back and forth and hummed. “You’ve eaten everything.”

 “I don’t know…” Tamaki slouched slightly as he stood behind Nejire. Gently, he pulled her long locks free from her messy ponytail. Even as his shoulders hunched, depressed from the thought, his expression gentled as he carded through her hair. He’d once said it was a calming technique. “I don’t just…I want it to be perfect.”

 “You don’t have to worry so much about it.” Mirio squeezed his shoulder before sitting down in front of his notes. “You made it. We’ll like it.”

 “Yeah.” Nejire grinned as she leaned back in her chair and looked up at him. Her long arms reached up and wrapped around his head before pulling him down closer to her. Kissing him softly, she added, “No matter what it tastes like, I’ll like it. It’s your cooking.”

 Even as she let go and sat down properly, Tamaki stared at her, shell-shocked. Speechless, he tangled his fingers in her hair, his face turning redder and redder by the second. What little sound managed to escape his lips was unintelligible.

 Mirio chuckled. It was adorable how low Tamaki’s threshold for physical affection was, how flustered he’d get from their compliments. Sometimes he and Nejire liked to just sprawl on either side of him in bed, bouncing flattery back and forth until he buried his face in his hands and begged them to stop. Perhaps one day he’d be able to accept their words as honest truths, but until then, they would just keep reminding him.

 “I’m jealous though.” Nejire sighed, closing her eyes when Tamaki finally returned to playing with her hair. His nimble fingers were parting her long coils, slowly creating an army of braids. “There’s so many new things in university! I want to learn new recipes too.”

 Glancing at her, Mirio raised a brow. “You want to learn new recipes?” He shook his head as he turned back to his notes, carefully organizing them by class. “Don’t you do that for every meal already?”

 “Well, yeah,” Nejire admitted, swinging her feet slowly. She held her hands close together and then increased the gap between them, trying to show the motion of expansions. “But I want more! New spices, new food, exotic dishes. Like your chili!”

 For a second, Tamaki stilled. His eyes shifted left and right, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the right words. There was no polite way to say it and so Mirio took the plunge. “You do that already.”

 “What do you mean?” Nejire cocked her head, perplexed.

 Mirio paused, setting down the papers while he tried to pick an example. There were so many to choose from, between the ones that had almost killed them and the ones he found himself secretly craving for. “You dipped pickles in orange juice.” He shook his head, incredulous. “Why? How did you think of that? And how did it actually taste good?”

 “What?” She crossed her arms, considering it. “I mean, that was orange and green. The colours worked together.”

 “Marshmallows and spaghetti,” Tamaki chimed in, unbraiding her hair now. He ran his nails against her scalp and she hummed, pleased by the sensation. “I liked that one.”

 “Me too,” Mirio agreed, giving Tamaki a thumbs up. “You’re already making strange food combinations; you don’t really need anyone else to help with that.”

 “Really?” Nejire rubbed her neck. Doubt coloured her expression as she studied him, and then Tamaki. When neither said anything, she shrugged. “Okay, if you think so. But those don’t seem weird to me.”

 Of course they didn’t. Even her wardrobe was made of clothing that clashed in theory but somehow never did on her. Honestly, there were times when Mirio wasn’t sure Nejire was real, for good or for ill. Then again, he wasn’t sure if this relationship was real sometimes, and it was only when he woke up to Nejire’s snoring and Tamaki’s hand in his that he’d realize it wasn’t a dream.

 “That’s cause you’re a weirdo,” Mirio replied impishly.

 She stuck out her tongue but didn’t refute. Instead she grinned. “I’m glad your classes end early. The lights are on when we come home. I never had that before.”

 Mirio reached out and squeezed her hand. “Yeah, it’s nice, isn’t it?” It wasn’t until he came home one day to the smell of frying onions, to a brightly light foyer, that he’d realized how much it meant to say ‘I’m home’. To have someone say back ‘I missed you.’ Pulling back, he finished organizing his notes and stacked them on top of each other.  A bright pamphlet stuck out from the bottom of the pile and he pulled it out, revealing a flyer for the school festival. He had almost forgotten about it. Holding it up, he announced, “My school’s having a fall fair.”

 “A fair!” Nejire’s eyes lit up immediately. “Like our school’s?”

 “Yeah.” Mirio nodded, placing the flyer down in front of her. “You should come.”

 “A fair.” Tamaki curled a strand of blue hair around his finger. “Is your club doing anything?”

 “Kinda?” Mirio rubbed his neck, a sheepish smile on his face. “We’re doing a café, but there’s a hero theme to it and they’re making me the mascot. In the costume they made up. There’ll be—” He stopped when he noticed them both staring. “What?”

 “You’re smiling,” Tamaki uttered, for once not averting his eyes.

 “Huh?” Mirio didn’t know how to respond to that. “I always smile.”

 Nejire shook her head. “No, you didn’t notice? You’re smiling more now.”

 Mirio touched his mouth, tracing his smirk. He could feel the laugh lines, but there was nothing to indicate there were more of them than normal. “Really?”

 “Yep.” Nejire grinned. “I’m glad.”

 He’d been smiling more often and perhaps that was true. Yet he was certain it had as much to do with the two people smiling at him as it did with the university. Honestly, he was such a lucky man. Getting up, he came over and wrapped them both up in a tight hug. “Thanks.”

 One day, he’d become a hero. Maybe his quirk would come back or maybe it wouldn’t, but either way, he would get there and these experiences—this sensation of loss—would help him out one day.

 In the meantime, he’d enjoy life as it came. “Chili’s ready,” Mirio announced.

 Nejire was already in the kitchen before he could let go.

[you-too-can-be-a-hero]

BNHA Soul Mate AU

sorry for the inactivity! hopefully this makes up for it

* Soul mate markings being your soul mate's first name somewhere on your body, it burns painfully the first time you're around them but becomes a sensitive spot from then on.

* Marks show up at a random point in a person's life 95% of the time this being before they turn ten, but not everyone has a partner

* These markings aren't always romantic - though they often are - they can also mean a tie of fate between two people

* Aizawa's mark burns violently during his first day of high school at UA until he is nearly trampled by a loud blonde who's green eyes make his heart jump.

* Izuku doesn't even get his mark until after the sports festival when he helps a certain peppermint boy realize how valuable he is.

* Bakugo's mark shows up on his rib cage when he's five and he's so proud that he's the first in his class to have both his mark and his quirk.

* Tokoyami's mark shows up when he's eight and suddenly Dark Shadow keeps squawking about a 'Mezo'

* Shinso shows his new adoptive dad's (cough Erasermic cough) the dark lettering that appears on his shoulder when he's nine and six years later Aizawa walks into the house muttering that Shinso was going to end up just like him after his first class with a boy who controls electricity.

* Momo's parents were so excited when they learned their daughter met her soulmate on her first day in high school and Jirou was shocked to learn that she'd be eating five star cuisine on her date nights

* Inko's son is a third year at UA when she realizes that her soul mark doesn't need to define her and she remarries to the man who helped her son become the hero he is.

* Kirishima isn't sure he'll be able to handle his soulmate when they meet but two months later and he knows his initial opinions on Katsuki were wrong.

* Rei Todoroki is eighteen when she meets her soul mate, seventeen years later she realizes that fate isn't always right after her eldest son disappears in the middle of the night.

* Tetsutetsu's soul mark looks like it's been engraved into his hipbone when he uses his quirk, the name 'Itsuka' carved into his skin

* Iida loved to trace the name on his brother's wrist when he was younger, 'Fuyumi', now he traces his own though it is much shorter, a simple scrawling 'Mei'

* Sero's mark curves across his palm and he looks at it every time he feels down for reassurance

* After Rei is institutionalized the soul mark on Enji's ankle slowly begins to fade and he wonders why

* Hawks was three when a name appeared on his forearm. He fourteen when it vanishes in the night.

- He's nearly twenty three when a new name appears where the other had once been

* Uraraka claims that she instantly knew Tsu was her soulmate when their eyes met

- Tsu says that Ochako was so excited for their first day of hero training that she swung her arms back in excitement and slapped the other girl in the face, accidentally discovering their connection

* Koda sometimes talks to his mark, it makes him feel like his soulmate is really there

* Hagakure is the only one who is able to see herself so she's the only one who's able to see 'Ojiro' written across her right cheek

* Dabi remembers having been marked but there is not enough undamaged skin left on his calves to tell anymore

* Nejire has two marks, one on each knee cap. When the Big Three sit down together Mirio puts his hand on the right knee and Tamaki on the left

* All Might has a mark that wraps around his bicep, though instead of being his love it's the name of his enemy

* Shigaraki, just like Midoriya was assumed un partnered (a fact that AFO used to drag him further down) that is until after the USJ incident. Within the span of two months he'd gained six marks

- First: 'Himiko' under his collarbones, then 'Jin' along his side, 'Magne' over his shoulder blades, 'Sako' on his thigh, 'Iguchi' under his ribs and finally 'Dabi' over his heart.

[emotreech]