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BnHA Chapter 278: MOMO IN CHARGE

Previously on BnHA: Deku and Kacchan were all “SIR, THAT’S OUR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SENSEI” and got really ferocious and made a very passionate attempt to blow Tomura up and it was great. It basically did nothing, but it was still great. AFO was all “COME HERE LIL BRO”, and Tomura was all “silly Sensei, you can’t just take over my mind and body just like that”, and he was very confident of this despite there really being no evidence to back it up, but okay! Gran was all “time to make the fandom mad at me” and grabbed Tomura by the collar and yelled at him about Nana a bit, and then Bakugou and Endeavor made an even MORE passionate attempt to blow up Tomura, which may or may not have done some actual damage. The chapter ended with Gigantomachia battling Mt. Lady, just kinda out of the blue, which is FINE, but she had better be all right, though!

Today on BnHA: Everyone is all “WAUGHH IT’S GIGANTOMACHIA” and running around freaking out about it. The U.A. alums all kick some ass, and pretty much everyone else not from U.A. does jack fucking shit. Mt. Lady, who I plan on naming all of my future children after, does her best to stop Machia but he keeps flinging her aside. Kamui Woods is all “here I come with Midnight to put Gigantomachia to sleep!” and is PROMPTLY FUCKING MURDERED!? by Dabi because he’s a flammable tree man, and so Midnight falls all the way to the ground and is badly injured. So then she’s all “well I better call the most competent person I can think of to fix this mess” and dials up YAOYOROZU FUCKING MOMO, who proceeds to take charge LIKE THE BOSS SHE IS, and mobilizes the rest of the kids. And honestly I have more faith in them than in any of the adults at this point, so yeah, you know what? Let’s do this.

so I am possibly a bit spoiled on this chapter because I did a “top five predictions” post earlier this week, and someone replied to that yesterday on Thursday saying that they were mostly correct. I don’t know exactly how close to the mark I was though, and in any case most of the predictions were just “so-and-so shows up, probably”, so it’s not too bad. we’ll see how it goes!

OH THANK GOD MY BABIES ARE SAFE

I mean, CLEARLY they’re all about to be in horrible danger, seeing as Jirou is about to inform them of the whole “THE BIG GUY EVERYONE WAS AFRAID ABOUT WAKING UP WOKE UP” thing, but in the meantime at least Kami and Toadette and Honenuki made it back to the group safely

also Kaminari’s use of “Jirou-Jack” here is fucking inspired and I want him to teach a class on nicknames. isn’t he the one who coined “Yaomomo” as well? this boy has a gift and it needs to be appreciated

so Jirou is all “SOMETHING REALLY BIG IS COMING”, and actually she says “INSANELY HUGE”, which if anything is still an understatement, hard as it is to believe

WOW

“A BAD GUY IS HEADING THIS WAY?? SOUNDS LIKE IT’S TIME TO ABANDON THE CHILDREN IN THE WOODS” kjlfakh okay you know what?? fine!! you weren’t even going to do anything anyway so let’s not pretend!!

holy shit it’s like Mt. Lady isn’t even there

look at those speed lines!! goddamn. I just felt this huge rush of empathy for Mt. Lady though. like can you imagine growing up with this super-destructive quirk, and managing to become a hero with it against all odds, and having to put up with the manga making fun of you all the time just because sometimes you have a tendency to DESTROY A LOT OF STUFF, but it’s not like you can help it!! but the upside has always been that when your quirk is on, you are fucking UNSTOPPABLE though. so even though it’s been a hell of a rough ride for you, it’s worth it because you’re a complete badass and the number of people who can beat you out in terms of sheer physical strength is probably in the single digits. and you’re working really hard too, and lately you’ve been moving up through the ranks and actually becoming a damn fine hero if I do say so myself (and I do), and it’s like, about time though?? like finally, finally it is all starting to come together for you. and then this snarling trashrock person suddenly comes stampeding along and you put your all into trying to stop him, and it doesn’t even do a damn thing. like, holy shit. that’s just not fucking fair and YOU DESERVE BETTER, MT. LADY

anyway so she’s still hanging in there for now though so let’s check in with our villain squad riding on his back

lmaooo they’re all “I don’t even understand what is going on here”

YOU GUYS, THIS IMPLIES THAT THEY WERE ALL PLUCKED OFF THE GROUND BY THE SCRUFFS OF THEIR NECKS AND THEY HAD ABSOLUTELY NO SAY IN THE MATTER OMG. like I’m picturing Spinner being held by his cape pinched in between Machia’s thumb and forefinger, and awkwardly trying to lecture him like a mom with his hands on his hips all, “BAD GIGANTOMACHIA! NO! NOOOUAGH -- !” and cutting off with a yelp as he’s dropped onto his back

and I am glad they got Toga some clothes! I like to think Gigantomachia grabbed those for her as well. so thoughtful

wow Skeptic actually wants to go back to Re-Destro??

color me legit impressed. I underestimated your loyalty my dude. and let me also just take this moment to extend my gratitude toward Horikoshi for leaving the rest of the MLA out of it because good fucking riddance to them, goodbye forever hopefully!!

I guess they’ll be needing Skeptic’s quirk down the line for some reason? maybe he is meant to be like a new, less out-of-control Twice. smdh y’all out here trying to replace your dead buddy like a pet goldfish

who is this “they” Dabi is referring to

do you mean the heroes? lol yeah I guess they’re pretty distracted by the literal fucking kaijuu you’re currently piggybacking on

SIGH

“the Jakku team must’ve made a mistake” BOY, I’LL SAY. you know what, don’t even talk to me about that yet. it’s still too fresh. suffice it to say that your suspicions are correct and things in Jakku are not very daijobu right about now

anyway here’s a closeup of this bubble person just cuz

they are everything and I want them to be my friend. also there’s a squid person a few paces behind them who can probably do anything a squid can do. or they might actually be a shark person, actually. I don’t know. either way I love them

GETEN PLEASE GO AWAY

WE ARE PHASING OUT THE MLA!! MOVING FORWARD IT’S ORIGINAL LOV ONLY!! I’M SORRY BUT YOU DIDN’T MAKE THE CUT. we already have an ice character so shoo

OH DAMN MY MAN CEMENTOSS HAS HAD ENOUGH OF HIS NONSENSE TOO AHHHH YESS

1) hey so Cementoss is legit terrifying who’d’ve thought

and 2), did Cementoss always have a mouthful of gigantic perfect teeth each the size of a slice of bread, or is this just something I’m only noticing now because I’m behind the curve. either way, let me just say sincerely, DKJDLKFJLSKJG

RE-DESTRO YOU GO AWAY TOO!!

@waywardfacegarden​ you asked the other day which are the characters I actually dislike, and this is one of them lol. he’s just a big ol’ prick, and on top of that has the audacity to not even be interesting in any way so as to balance it out. anyway so apologies to any Re-Destro stans out there but I basically spend every panel he’s in hoping that someone will punch him in the face hard enough to finally make him shut up

anyway so my man Edgeshot is here though, finally!! but of all the people for him to fight! this is a real predicament for me. the most soothing character in the series contrasted with the character who grates my nerves the most. Edgeshot’s sexy ASMR voice is gonna be drowned out by all of RD’s punching and self-important ranting in the anime and I’m lowkey devastated but I’m gonna pull myself together and read on

SPEAKING OF SELF-IMPORTANT RANTING

Edge, if you can liberate us from having to put up with his insufferable ass once and for all I will be so grateful to you. can you do this. please. for me

and it looks like some other boring MLA villains are following along behind Machia so I’m gonna need someone to kick their asses as well. please

-- YESSSSSS

okay so now I see what that comment on my prediction post was referring to lol. I did indeed have my fingers crossed that these two would show up again, and sure enough! THE GANG’S ALL HERE YAY

and Mt. Lady is being sumoed aside!

anyone want tonight’s lotto numbers. during this brief fleeting moment of having my predictions be actually credible, I would just like to say that Hagakure is the U.A. traitor. thank you and goodnight

OH NO KAMUI IS WORRIED

HE LOOKS SO PANICKED?? OUT OF THE BLUE I SHIP IT SO MUCH?? I keep forgetting they’re on the same team and stuff and wow, I need to calm down

LOL MIDNIGHT IS ALL “NO TIME FOR SHIPS!!”

I wonder if her quirk will actually be enough to take him down? this is something I’ve been itching to see for a long time, actually. just how powerful is she? we know her quirk is more effective on males than females, but is anyone actually capable of resisting it? imagine if she really did just knock Gigantomachia out after all of this buildup. that would be some god-tier shit omg, DO IT

(ETA: I am just going to assume that since Horikoshi had to go to elaborate lengths to take her out of the fight, this means that her quirk really was capable of knocking them all out. another tragic case of Too Badass For The Plot. y’all better respect Midnight.)

YESSSSSSSS

is she stripping. you know what -- don’t think about it. I won’t let you ruin this for me Horikoshi. Midnight’s gonna be a badass because the ladies are fucking ruling this arc and that’s all there is to it

NOOOOOO

DABI GET BACK HERE I JUST WANT TO TALK!!

oh thank god, she’s all right. BUT KAMUI ISN’T THOUGH DLKJSFLKSJDG??!

did Kamui Woods just... die

(ETA: okay but for real, is there an actual curse in effect on the Billboard Top Ten right now, though?? did one of them accidentally disturb the tomb of some ancient king??)

...

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oH MY GOD!?!

NOOOOOOO WHY ARE YOU SO QUICK TO SLEEP ON MAJESTIC, LET’S SEE IF THEY CAN DO IT!! GIVE US MAJESTIC GOD DAMMIT

(ETA: Horikoshi is seriously just yanking our chain at this point. when Majestic finally does show up, he or she better have the coolest fucking quirk of all time, that’s all I’m saying.)

okay how badly injured is Midnight here, though?? she just fell all that way?? DO I NEED TO BE REALLY MAD. I CAN WORK MY WAY UP TO IT PRETTY QUICKLY, JUST SAY THE WORD. I’M ALREADY HALFWAY THERE HONESTLY. WHERE’S KAMUI WOODS

!!!!!!!!!!!

AND JUST LIKE THAT MY ANGER EVAPORATES INTO THE NIGHT, YESSSSSSSSS!! MOMOOOOO

holy shit. “a quirk that can stop that thing,” she says. and goes and calls YAOYOROZU FUCKING MOMO y’all I am barely holding myself back from SCREAMING right now I...

you guys

you guys. if Midnight and Yaomomo team up to take down Gigantofuckingmachia using some sort of MOMO MADE A MACHINE TO SPREAD MIDNIGHT’S QUIRK strategy, or whatnot?? I will fucking die on the spot. you can end the manga right there. Kacchan you can keep your quirk I don’t even care

“IT MIGHT BE AGAINST THE LAW” lmaooooo insert John Mulaney “WE’RE WELL PAST THAT” gif here. holy shit. listen, that is fine. if anything it’s even better

WHAT THE FUCK

DO I NEED TO START GETTING REALLY MAD AGAIN!?!?! FUCKING WHIPLASH, IS WHAT THIS IS, BUT YOU JUST TELL ME WHAT SORT OF OVER-THE-TOP REACTION IS NEEDED HERE AND I’LL GO FOR IT

(((( ;°Д°))))

[GRABS HORIKOSHI BY THE COLLAR] listen, you. if you only just now, for the first time ever, gave us a lady hero actually mentoring another lady hero, which we have somehow NEVER HAD BEFORE in almost three hundred chapters, only for you to then KILL OFF THE MENTOR IN THE MIDDLE OF HER GODDAMN SPEECH TO THE MENTOREE, I will... there’s... I’ll... okay, listen. DON’T. THERE WILL BE A RECKONING. CAPSLOCK SUCH AS THIS WORLD HAS NEVER WITNESSED!!

ヽ(#ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ┌┛

I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO REACT TO ANYTHING IN THIS CHAPTER AND I’M LOSING MY MIND OVER IT

so the other kids are all “what the fuck” and “so Momo’s in charge??” which, YES!!! IT’S THE ONE GOOD PART ABOUT ALL THIS SO DON’T YOU DARE QUESTION IT

MOMO NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE CRIPPLED BY YOUR ANXIETY, YOU CAN DO THIS GIRL I BELIEVE IN YOU

hell, it’s not even just an “I believe in you” thing, because it’s not just belief, it’s fact. you motherfucking can do this, you are the most capable and brilliant student in 1-A, you just gotta have faith and let yourself shine!!

so now there are some more panels of Machia running and the villains and heroes fighting, blah blah blah. and Momo screwing up her face as she makes her decision...

YESSSSSSSSS

my baby girl is all grown up and TAKING THESE MOTHERFUCKIN REINS and MOMO I WILL LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU JUST SAY THE WORD!!

lol she’s all “Jirou use your ears and scientifically calculate how long it’ll take him to get here”, and Jirou is all “I can literally fucking see him, he’s gonna be on top of us in like two seconds” WELL OKAY THEN

thank god there are no adult pros left to fuck this up. is that weird that this is a real and honest and completely sincere thought that just ran through my head? like, at this point if any of the adults were around I’d just be afraid of them dying honestly. but with the kids I actually feel real hope that they’re somehow gonna do this. of course it helps that unlike the adults they’re pretty safe from being killed off

also! way to represent the entirety of class 1-B there Honenuki lulz. sorry, The Rest of Class 1-B

OH MY GOD

MT. LADY I WILL LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU AS WELL!! YOU HAVE MY LOVE AND FEALTY!!

I’M STANNING HER SO HARD I’M GONNA EXPLODE SOMEBODY HELP!?!

JIROU SAYS THAT MACHIA HAS SLOWED DOWN!! YOU GUYS I’M ABOUT TO GET “MT. LADY FOR PRESIDENT” TATTOOED ACROSS MY FOREHEAD

lmao at Shouji using his power of “putting some extra eyeballs on my arms” to inform everyone that Gigantomachia is Right Over There and Very Big

good job Shouji

oh my glob I have so much love for Momo right now that it can’t even fucking be contained. brb wildly flailing my hands around a little to try and release some of this excess excitement

maybe Momo can be president instead and Mt. Lady can be the vice president

NO THE CHAPTER IS ENDING I’M NOT READY

AND JUMP IS ON BREAK AGAIN NEXT WEEK TOO, FML!!

okay!!

Kaminari is so fucking brave right now I just want to crush him in a hug?! we know he’s still scared!! look at his eyes!! and he was freaking the hell out earlier too, and now the situation is much worse! but he doesn’t give a fuck because his friends need him! he is ready to be a hero, my little baby boy is all grown up and I’m so proud??

Mineta’s face in the bottom right corner is everything. I know, I know, boooo Mineta, but that’s still the best face anyone has made in the entirety of this manga

Tetsutetsu’s out here all “I humbly request to also represent class 1-B” and Momo is all “okay fine I guess we can have two of you guys”

can we all just stop for a moment to appreciate how KamiJirouMomo is alive and well. like, we had interactions between all three of them in this chapter, in all possible permutations? do you know how happy this makes me?? I am vibrating with joy??!

I really can’t stress this enough -- I have no clue at all what these little soda can things are (anesthetic, I guess??? you know, like how you sometimes buy cans of anesthetic at the supermarket?? what do you mean you don’t do that??), or what they’re gonna do with them. I have like negative clues. but DAMNED IF I GIVE ONE SINGLE FUCK. the next chapter can be them all fucking hurling them at his face for all I care. THE DETAILS OF HOW SHE KICKS HIS ASS DO NOT MATTER!! GOOD MORNING TO YAOMOMO AND YAOMOMO ONLY!! MY MOMO ACADEMIA

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Day 50 something of Quarantine has me feeling pretty okay, i’ve been struggling with my mental health lately and have started to pull myself out of it. So this took longer than expected.

Also i didn’t go back and edit this one a few times before posting so I apologize if the mistakes hinder the story.

This post includes: physical violence, mental health, cursing and a prominent polyamorous romantic relationship.

Polyamory: the practice of engaging in multiple sexual relationships with the consent of all the people involved.

Mental Health note: This piece touches on panic and anxiety born form trauma, while this piece is rather mild in it’s description of said mental health issues if you do not feel like you are in the place to deal with any content including these topics please skip right over this post!

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There’s something about a packed train that has become comforting to Y/n. A packed train lined with the tired faces of commuters staring blankly at their phone screens meant that there must not have been anything big going on. Having the job of a hero meant that you also had the baggage, the hypervigilance, reluctance to relax at night, the nightmares. A stinky train car rocking bored passengers back and forth meant that nothing was happening. No one was panicking, there were no tears, or fire or violence. Just a normal commute on a normal Tuesday afternoon.

Since Hizashi and Shota had moved into the on-campus dorms to strengthen U.A. 's security you were effectively alone in the apartment throughout the week. Shota and Hizashi had been in the big city their whole lives, they were somewhat desensitized to the high villain activity here. You on the other hand, having only moved here a few years ago from a province that generally experienced a low crime rate, were having a hard time keeping up. It all felt never ending, nearly every hour at work brought a new villain report.

First it was the JSW attack, where Shota nearly died. You had night terrors about losing him for weeks after, Hizashi had to calm you in the night. Then the hero killer in Hosu City created the need for more heroes so your agency partnered up with one stationed over there. You had worked two weeks there and one back in Musutafu of and on until the killer was taken down. You had spent your nights in Hosu City looking over your shoulder and eyeing every shadow big enough to conceal a person and your days calling Hizashi or Shota between classes. After Stain the world had never been the same, there was more violence. More casual crime involved knives and guns and you’d hear his manifesto echoing through the dark streets.

It was the brief moments of the day, the crowded train, the line up at the food cart, the busy coffee shop, that gave you peace. There was nothing notable happening, yet things were still happening. There wasn’t the same kind of silence like there was at home, there wasn’t any loneliness. Everyone there was living their lives unaffected by the villains lurking the alleys. It was all very mundane, but it was what made being a hero worth it.

It started at the far end of the car once the train pulled away from the station, the shifting of bodies rippled through the passengers. A young woman shrieked, and the panic spread like wildfire. Phones were dropped, newspapers abandoned as everyone rose from their seats and crowded towards you. You instinctively began pulling people behind you, trying to maneuver your way through the crowd when a sharp metallic clang rang out, a cluster of sparks burst from the now scrapped metal ceiling.

The passengers swarmed with renewed fear and you felt yourself getting pushed backwards. You could just barely make out a ragged red scarf and mask of bandages through the crowd when your view was blocked by a tall man with broad shoulders. You recognized that combination anywhere and your gut twisted as you fell back into another passenger. Stain couldn’t have broken out, he couldn’t. There would have been an alert.

You fished in your pocket for your phone and looked at the screen, nothing from the police or the agency. You unlocked your phone, Hizashi and Shota holding twin cats smiling up at you. It was brief but you felt your chest warm and nerves settle for just a moment. You shook your head clear and dialed 119 , thrusting your phone out towards a lady who was currently clutching a bright yellow railing. She fumbled with your phone, her wide eyes swirling with confusion and fear.

“I dialed 119, tell them there is a villain on the train and what station we’re going to!” You instructed, taking off your coat and rolling your shoulders.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and focused. You jumped up and grabbed onto the railings attached to the ceiling and pulled yourself up until you could see above the crowd’s heads.  What looked like a young man, not having filled out with muscle yet was dressed up in a makeshift Stain costume. He was slighter than Stain and his hair which poked out of the top of the mask of bandages was dark blue and hung limp. He had one arm wrapped around a child that couldn’t be more than ten years old, the other brandishing three long claw-like blades that appeared to be growing from his knuckles. Less than a few feet away a young woman bearing striking resemblance to the young child was clutching a bloodied hand, tears streaming down her face.

The Stain copycat looked down the car, a sadistic Cheshire grin plastered across his face. He raised his blade wielding hand towards you, blood wicking off the blade.

“A hero!” He squeezed the struggling boy tighter against him. “Come and do your job!”

You scanned the car looking for a visible spot of floor to land that wasn’t directly in range of the villain. A brief gap in the crowd appears and you phased out of the world, erupting in a cloud of swirling purple smoke. In another puff of smoke, you appeared crouched in the ground where you’d managed find a gap in the passengers. You got to your feet quickly and began pulling passengers behind you as you marched towards the villain.

 When you breached the other side of the crowd you stopped and took in the situation again. The boy’s mother was closer than you had originally thought, this made things more difficult but not impossible. The boy was bleeding from a scratch across his cheek but given how fiercely he was struggling to get away there didn’t seem to be any fast-acting poisons or paralytics on the blade. That meant you could stand to take a few hits if need be. You need to separate him from the boy, once the boy is free he’ll run to his mom who’ll put distance between them both and the villain.

The crowd behind you was beginning to settle, with nowhere to go for the next few minutes they could do nothing but cling to each other and hope you kept them safe. That silent hope pushed up against your back, there was no turning back and there was no escape for you. That wall held you right there, in the line of fire so others didn’t have to be. And though you trembled, and fear was burning through your guts, you knew you couldn’t be anywhere but here.

I chose this. You reminded yourself just like you had to do every night you woke from the terror of your dreams.

You launched yourself forward in a puff of smoke, in another reappearing at chest height. With one arm you grabbed the bladed hand, missing his wrist and grabbing down on his fist and the root of the blades. With the other arm you shoved the villain back with a solid elbow to the sternum. You crashed into him, quickly pulling backwards to let the boy wiggle away from the two of you. You trailed him as he scrambled to his mom who scooped him up and fell back into the crowd.

You took your eyes off of your opponent for too long and a fist connected with your jaw. The world sparked white then black and you stumbled back into the bench. You steadied yourself and blinked your eyes clear. The villain shoved off the wall of the train and lunged towards you, you through yourself sideways and rolled. He collided with the window, the double-paned glass crackling under his weight.

You glanced at the passengers as they flinched away from the fight and that wall of hope hit you again. You couldn’t allow the fight to spill over onto them, this was between you and the copycat hero killer.

The man groaned and he pushed off the window, the whine of the broken glass giving you an idea. You jumped to your feet and in a puff of smoke were standing with you back to the window directly across from you opponent. He growled and his other hand began to ooze blood as three more metal claws sprouted from his knuckles. With both taloned hands shoved forwards, he launched himself forwards again, this time you jumped up grabbing onto the ceiling railing. You swung yourself forward over his head as he burst through the glass, an ice-cold wind ripping through the train car. You kicked off the ceiling swinging back into him. In one swift movement the two of you went through the window, one of his flailing arms catching your ribs as you both plummeted off the train bridge.

You kicked off of him and looked around panicked, the only surfaces you could see from here were the underside of the bridge and the riverbanks which were just out of phasing distance. The best you could do for yourself now was make the fall to the water shorter, so you looked down and focused on the top of the water. In a puff of smoke, you hit the water, the surface shattering against your body with a loud clap.

***

You winced as the nurse tied off another suture. It wasn’t that it hurt with the anesthetic salve, but more the uncomfortable feeling of the tugging needle. You had needed six stitches in your hand and twenty-four in your abdomen. The nurse gave you a final wipe down and wrapped your hand up with bandages. Just as she was cleaning up her station there was a soft knock at the door. You looked over your shoulder to find Shota, hair tied up in a bun, leaning on the door frame. He held two coffees, one in a paper cup with steam rising off the top and the other filled with ice and cream.

“Hey.” He greeted casually, stepping into the room.

Your heart fluttered at the sound of that soothing voice, so calm and warm. He handed you the iced coffee and pulled up the stool the nurse had been sitting in when she was stitching you up. You took the coffee with your good hand and placed it on the examiners bed and reached out towards him again. His hand instantly found yours again before he even settled into his seat.

“I was filled in a little bit by the police but what exactly happened?” He asked, using your hand as an anchor to pull himself closer on the rolling stool.

“Oh, you know.” You sighed. You hadn’t seen Shota in person in nearly two weeks and you didn’t want to spend what little amount of time you had with him talking about the bad things in the world. “Hero stuff.”

 “Hero stuff, huh?” Shota grinned and perked an eyebrow. He planted a kiss on the back of your hand and laughed into your clasped hands. “Well, I’m a hero and I’ve never thrown myself out of a moving train window.”

“And I’ve never raided a Yakuza den.” You smiled cheekily. “What interesting lives we both live.”

Shota was good at reading between the lines, he could tell you didn’t want to talk about what had happened. Since he stood to gain nothing from hearing about the attack at the immediate moment he let it go, instead he chuckled with you and rubbed circles in the back of your hand with his thumb. He only needed to make sure of one thing, everything else could wait. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’ll heal up fine.”

Shota’s eyes went from sleepy and calming to searching and intense. You looked away; you didn’t like what he was looking for. He put down his coffee and grabbed your chin, his hand still warm from holding the cup.  He turned you towards him and said nothing, his eyes boring into your own. Shota has always been the more intense one out of the three of you, always more pensive and serious. He was able to reach depths in you no one was able to, even Hizashi.

You couldn’t look away from him, that would be admitting something was wrong. But if you looked into his eyes any longer you knew you’d end up telling him eventually. He was a tricky bastard who knew exactly how to get  through your walls. Your eyes started to burn with tears, and you tried to blink them away but instead they began to fall.  Shota softened instantly, both hands cupping your face and pulling you into his chest.

“I missed you.” You whimpered into his chest. “The apartment is so empty, now.”

Shota clutched you closer to him, resting his chin on your head. You felt small against him, like a piece fitting into the rest of the puzzle. This felt right, felt safe. You had missed this. He held you for a while, the smell of coffee and laundry detergent wafting over you.

“Hizashi is at home, he’s been freaking out.” Shota whispered into your hair, eventually.

“It’s just a few stitches.” You mumbled, still holding onto his chest.

“Thirty is more than a few.” Shota chortled. “Someone posted a video online of you chucking yourself out a window and one of his students showed him before the hospital even called us.”

You pulled away and looked up at Shota. His eyes were sleepy and glossed over now, oozing with affection. His lazy smirk sent a shiver through you as you straightened yourself out. “You make it sound like I did it for fun! I can teleport, you know.”

Shota grinned and stood up kissing you on the forehead. “That’s why I stopped to get coffee on the way here, I know you’re too crazy to die.”

“Thanks, I feel sufficiently loved.”

***

 Hands were on you the moment you walked into the apartment. Hizashi nearly broke a few of your stitches from hugging you. He refused to let go to the point that Shota had to run to the kitchen to grab a pot that had begun to boil over. He peppered you with kisses, and in between each one he scolded you for launching yourself from a window.

According to Hizashi he’s nearly had a heart attack, an aneurysm and a stroke all thanks to you. He was the worrier out of the two boys, always finding it hard to rationalize his way out of fear. He knew, like Shota, that you were a pro hero and that you could teleport and that you could handle yourself. Where the rationale stopped was when you flew out of a window and he had to imagine what happened next. After the attack at the JSW Hizashi had become a little less carefree when it came to you and Shota. Shota was the one who never got hurt, who could take on anything and make it out. After nearly losing him, you hadn’t been the only one having trouble sleeping.

After an ample amount of fussing you found yourself sandwiched between Shota and Hizashi, a warm meal in your belly and the TV quietly playing some reruns of a show you and Hizashi had watched while it was still running. Shota was snoring something fierce, his head drooped back over the back of the couch. One of his arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders and you curled up into his side. Hizashi was hugging your legs that draped across his lap and leaning his head on Shota’s hand that draped over your shoulder.

This is how it was meant to be. This apartment was meant to be filled with snores and bad television, with burning pots of food and the three of you curled up into each other. What had happened today, and the fear you felt had already melted away. As you drifted to sleep, Shota’s steady heartbeat lulled you to unconsciousness, and nothing but sleep came to you. For the first time in two weeks there were no echoes of screaming civilians or crying victims. You saw no whispers of fire and blood in the shadowy corners of the apartment. For the first time in two weeks you had a dreamless sleep.

***

You woke to bright streams of light shining across your face and a warm purring cat at sharing your pillow. You had been moved to your bed at some point during the night and stripped of your pants a sweater. Sushi swatted at your stray hairs, catching your head a few times before you lifted him off the pillow. You squished him against your chest, which he accepted for a grand total of thirty seconds before mewing in melodramatic agony. You kissed him on the nose and let him go, watching him dart off the mattress and out the room like it was a prison break.

“You’re awake!” Hizashi sang from the living room. He hopped through the doorway and strode towards the bed, leaning down to give you a chaste good morning kiss.

“You’re here?” You asked.  If the sun had made it high enough to shine through the window and hit you then he and Shota should have definitely been gone for work by now.

“Yeah?” Hizashi cocked his head to the side. “Should I not be?”

“Why aren’t you at work?”

He smiled at you; it was a weird smile. It was sweet and made you feel warm, but it was also a little melancholy like a secret apology tugged at his heart. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through your hair. Hizashi, though loud and hyperactive most of the time, could also be so gentle and sweet.

 “You can’t lift your arms above your head without tearing out your stitches, love. One of us is going to stay here with you until you can get them taken out.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“Really?” You couldn’t help the excitement that leaked through to the surface. “You guys are staying here?”

“Don’t get too excited, we’ll annoy the shit out of you soon enough.” He grinned and stood up. “Now I need your advice.”

“On what?” you asked as he took his phone out and began typing furiously. He looked at you, with the utmost seriousness and sprung backwards over your legs onto the mattress.

“A song.”

“A song?”

“Yes, a student showed it to me. She says it’s a bop,I need your opinion as to if I should play it on my radio show next week.”

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Lost and Found - Chapter 13: Dante

(A/N: chapter 12 took a while to write... sorry about that. this also took a while to write... again, I am sorry. midterm season is here and I need to get ready for all the shitty essays I'm about to pull out of my ass XD. I'm now simultaneously writing for two stories- this one and bnha... maybe three if I'm considering the mandalorian... yea I just love putting work on myself)

TRIGGER WARNING: brief description of murder and suicide. nothing graphic, but it’s mentioned. again, I cannot emphasize this enough- plz don’t hurt yourself. you’re worth more than you can imagine, and there are so many people who care and love you. faith loves you! <3

(ps this will follow the same key as the last chapter- italics for memories, bold for memory within the memory, and normal for present events)

I found this poem on Pinterest- I think it’s pretty accurate

It felt like hours.

Logically, Dante knew that it was probably shorter than that- maybe half an hour, at most.

But as he stared down at the three glimmering shards in his palm, he felt as if time had stood still as he remembered-

“Please don’t do this,” Faith pleaded to her friend, arms outstretched. “There’s nothing wrong with who you are!”

The boy just gave her a sad smile. “You’re wrong, Faith. Everything’s wrong with me. Everything.”

His feet slipped on the railing-

“Leave me and go,” Vergil spat, clutching his amulet to his chest, “if you don’t want to be trapped in the demon world.”

And Dante watched helplessly as his only family slipped through his fingers, watched as his twin sailed to his death with a smile on his face-

As if he was happy to leave him behind. As if he was happy to abandon him.

Dante flinched. The shards nearly spilled to the bone-laden ground, and he brought them close to his chest.

“You don’t understand anything.”

He gritted his teeth. His grip on the shards tightened.

“You know nothing of what I went through!”

His fists clenched, and he considered punching himself in the face.

He messed up.

Thoughts clouded his vision so heavily that he almost walked past the shard.

Almost.

The whispers caught his attention.

“...hide...”

He stumbled towards it.

“...don’t leave until...”

He reached out to grab it-

He was stuffed in a small cabinet, a little girl sitting next to him. The soft light above was blocked out by the tall figure squatting in front of them.

“Listen to me, 믿음아,” the man whispered, gently cradling the girl’s face in his hands. “You need to stay here and hide. Don’t leave until I come back to get you, okay? Promise?”

Dante looked at the little girl, and noted her unmistakeable golden eyes. He was surprised to see how animated they were.

“Where are you going, 아빠?” she asked as she reached out to grab his hand. “Am I in trouble?”

“No, honey,” he reassured her. “I just need to check that loud noise we heard earlier. I promise I’ll be back.”

“I need to find Vergil. I promise I’ll be back.”

Dante’s head ached.

“믿음아, listen very carefully to what I’m about to say,” her father said. “No matter what happens, don’t come out until I come to get you. And if I don’t come back, wait for 30 minutes- remember how to count time?- and run to Ms. Baxter’s as fast as you can. Don’t stop for anyone, understand?”

“You need to hide, Dante. No matter what happens, you mustn’t leave! Be a big boy... A man, huh? If I don’t return, you must run. By yourself, alone.”

His heart felt about as heavy as boulders.

“What do you mean, 아빠?”

“Promise me. Pinky promise.”

They linked their pinkies.

“Are you coming back?” Little Faith asked.

“...Yes, I will,” her father assured her. His voice trembled as he spoke.

Dante knew instantly that he was lying. He wouldn’t come back alive. He wouldn’t come back at all.

Just like his mother.

It was dark and quiet in the cabinet. Little Faith sat silently, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Though there was no smoke, Dante’s lungs felt like they were about to collapse.

And then they heard the screams. Muffled, full of pain, just like-

Just like his mother.

Little Faith tensed. “Daddy...” She pried open the cabinet door.

Dante froze. “No!” He reached out to grab her, but his hands phased through. “No, don’t!”

She would see the blood. The glassy eyes. The cold skin. The death.

Just like he did.

“Faith! Wait!” He phased through the cabinet door and ran after her, watched as she snuck out the door, watched as she carefully approached the shadowed lump on the floor-

His nose wrinkled. The air stank of death.

“아빠?” Little Faith nudged the body of her dead father. “Are you sleeping?”

Dante moved close to her and kneeled next to the body. Words bounced around his mind, but none of them went close to his mouth.

I understand, he wanted to say. I understand now.

I was wrong.

“아빠,” she repeated, nudging her father harder. “It’s cold outside, let’s go back in.”

The sound of fluttering wings grew louder in the background.

Dante’s hand phased through her back. “You need to go. The angels are coming.”

Naturally, Little Faith didn’t hear him. “아빠, you’re not feeling anything.” Her voice trembled. “You’re... you’re just sleeping, right?”

He didn’t respond.

“...Right?”

The beating wings began to grow even louder than before. Dante began to panic. “Faith! Come on, you need to get out of here!”

Little Faith must have noticed that it was no longer silent. She carefully rolled her father onto his back and closed his eyes. “I’ll go to Ms. Baxter’s now. I’ll be back, okay? Please start feeling again.”

“He didn’t.”

Dante blinked. Little Faith was still running down the road, but it was like the world had slowed to a standstill. The moonlight above moved like liquid silver. Technically, nothing should have moved, let alone speak.

But that voice...

He turned around to see-

“Faith?” he asked, bolting to his feet. “Is that you?”

She was silent as she drifted past him, and approached her father’s body. She kneeled beside him, lovingly patting his head.

“Faith... I-“

“My dad was a violinist,” she murmured, her fingers phasing through her father’s hair. “He taught me everything I know about playing. I... I think he knew I was a nephilim; that’s why he wanted me so close to him. He knew who my mom was.”

His tongue felt like lead. His mouth tasted like metal.

“I never got to see him again. I never got to say goodbye.”

His hands shook. In the darkest corners of his mind, he could see brief flashes of blond hair.

He never got to see his mother again. He never got to say goodbye.

“He died protecting me.” Her voice trembled. “He died because of me. It’s all my fault.”

“You don’t understand anything. You know nothing of what I went through!”

...It’s all my fault.

“No, it’s not.”

Faith stared down at her father’s body. When she spoke, her voice was hollow. “You don’t know that.”

“But I do.” He sat next to her. For a second, his hands reached out to hold her. He forced them back. “I do understand. We’re the same.”

Without realizing, his fingertips grazed the skin of her arm. She flinched away; her eyes burned with an emotion that was all too familiar to him- fear.

His heart ached.

“But we’re not the same! You said so yourself, didn’t you?!”

“...I did.”

“So how are we the same?! I’ve seen your past- you didn’t mean to hurt them! You didn’t know what was going to happen! I DID! Everyone I loved died because of me! I felt the bad things about to happen, and I didn’t do anything to stop it! You’re nothing like me, because YOU’RE NOT A MONSTER!”

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor. Loud, horrible sobs erupted from her throat.

Dante stared at her. His hands twitched at his sides. She was wrong; he knew she was wrong. But what could he say? That he didn’t know how that felt? That he didn’t know what it felt like to be a monster? A demon?

But he did know. He knew that feeling all too well.

He kept his mouth shut.

“I- I’m sorry,” she whispered, feebly wiping her tears. “I’m sorry.”

Dante sat next to her, and wrapped his arms around his knees. “Why? You have nothing to be sorry about.”

They sat there together. Little Faith had disappeared. The stars above them dimmed; the moonlight began to fade at the edges.

“Everything,” she croaked. “I have everything to be sorry about.” She wiped her tears again; more kept coming. He fought the urge to wipe them away. “The angels were right: I brought nothing but death and despair everywhere I went. I’m nothing more than a harbinger of misery to all the people I love.”

He bit his tongue.

Not to me.

She sniffled. “I see them everywhere. In the sunlight, in the dandelions, in the children playing in the park. And it hurts. It hurts to see them alive in so many different things, and not have them with me.” In the dim light, her gold eyes looked like tin. “I miss them. I miss my dad.”

He inhaled the fresh air. A slow breeze swept over them. “I miss my mom.”

She turned to look at him.

Dante swallowed. The lump in his throat disappeared quicker than he realized. “When she died, I thought I lost everything. I had no one to turn to- everyone I met was always trying to kill me. Demons, insane bank loaners... my own brother.” He ran a hand through his hair. “To be honest, I was scared through all of it. I do my best to try and block it out, and I look all apathetic and shit... but I miss her. I miss her everyday.”

The stars twinkled out of existence. In the distance, the horizon began to turn gray.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Faith murmured. Her fingers gently brushed over his hand. “Losing someone you love is the most painful thing in the world.”

“Yeah.” His hand turned upward and their palms connected. Their fingers laced together. “I’m sorry. At the office, when I said that you didn’t understand me... I was wrong. You’re probably one of the few people who understand me better than anyone else.” He gazed into her eyes; in the lightening sky, they were like amber.

He finally understood what bugs felt like before they were trapped in it for eternity- lost in their beauty, and unwilling to leave it.

“I’m sorry.” He gripped her hand a little tighter. “I hurt you. I was a horrible friend.”

Faith started to shake her head, but he kept going.

“The more I learn about you, the more I realize that I’m not good enough to be your friend; I’m not good enough for you. I’m not good like you are.” He pressed his forehead on their intertwined hands. Tears stained their skin. “I’ll be better. I’ll work hard every day to make myself a better person for you. I’m so sorry, Faith, I’m so sorry...”

A warm hand ran through his hair. It drifted down to his cheek, and gently nudged his chin upwards. It felt so comforting; he closed his eyes, unable to stop himself from leaning into her.

“You were always good enough for me,” she whispered. “Please don’t think otherwise.”

And when she hugged him, he didn’t think. How could he when he felt so much at home?

Surrounded by warmth. Surrounded by her scent.

His nose brushed against the skin of her jawline.

The urge itched.

Claim.

His teeth sank into her neck.

Shit.

But if she was upset, he couldn’t tell. Her warm hands continued to rub small circles on his back. A small song erupted from her throat, soft and sweet.

It felt like home.

The sky turned gold at the edges.

[...]

The three of them laid side by side. The bones underneath them shifted.

Faith’s eyelids twitched.

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A/N: IM FINALLY DONE! This thing has been kicking my ass for a while

Also finals are coming so updates are probably gonna be longer..... sorry 😅

Edit: read chapter 14! :D