#near-death experience

[zinniajones]

I SAW DEATH AND PUNCHED IT SO HARD

a transgender survival story by Zinnia Jones 💜

[mosylufanfic]

laugh when it sinks in

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Jyn Erso, centric - Character, Cassian Andor, Lyra Erso, Bodhi Rook, K-2SO (Star Wars), Baze Malbus, Chirrut Îmwe Additional Tags: Jyn Erso Appreciation Week, lets celebrate my daughter with a kinda angsty but ultimately hopeful story, my take on "prodigal" prompt heavily influenced by my weird catholic upbringing Summary:

Jyn finally gets to speak to her mother. The circumstances aren't ideal.

A quick little thing written for Jyn Appreciation Week’s prompt "prodigal".

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from @clytemnestrad

[icypantherwrites]

New Fic: Just a Headache

Summary: It’s just a headache. Lance knows it’s just a headache because it’s not allowed to be anything else as that would be a cause for worry and he doesn’t want to worry anyone. So it’s just a headache. It was just a routine mission that he absolutely didn’t almost die by a Druid during. And everything is just fine.

Story snippet:

“Sorry,” he whispered, feeling his cheeks heating even as he swayed slightly in the chair, squinting and wincing at the water and the light. “I,” he swallowed, “I guess I don’t feel well.”

“I’ll say,” Pidge muttered but Lance could hear her concern behind the bite. 

“Did something happen during the mission today?” Coran asked, brows furrowed with concern. “A knock to your head, perhaps, or—?”

Lance shook his head, regretting it immediately as his brain seemed to rebound inside his skull, but no, nothing had happened.

He’d made sure that no one except Keith knew about his near-death encounter, telling the rest of the team during the debriefing that Keith had dispatched the Druid while they were distracted by Lance and it was technically the truth and Keith hadn’t elaborated further, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Besides, this wasn’t related to that at all. 

It was just a headache. He was just a little tired.

Nothing to be worried about.

They had so many other far more important things to be worried about and this was not one of them. 

“It’s just a headache,” Lance tried to muster up a smile but it came out more of a grimace. “I’m fine."

Read it here

[lazinesswrites]

Prompt 10: “It’s alright, I’m here now.”

Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No archive warnings apply, near-death experience, starvation, open ending (it ends well in my mind though)

Excerpt: They should’ve brought Impact along, but they hadn’t expected to find anyone, alive or dead; hadn’t thought they’d need a medic, and so Rex hadn’t wanted to bring him away from the base, and the few wounded he’s treating there. “Shh, it’s alright, Crosshair,” Rex soothes when he sees Crosshair’s brow furrow just slightly. He must be at least somewhat conscious then. Enough to hear what’s happening around him, if not enough to understand or fully react to it. “It’s alright, I’m here now.”

[clemsfilmdiary]

Brainstorm (1983, Douglas Trumbull)

3/17/24

[niuniente]

I've had an NDE before from drowning and let me tell you, I am 99% sure my brain was trying to comfort me in my dying moments. I lived, obviously. But I VERY MUCH disagree with you on the whole 'doctors being considered quacks' for it thing. During my recovery I was sent to a support group and one of the people there tried to convince me that the tings I saw were real and I had some sort of ethereal experience. Whereas my doctor told me about the chemical shifts in my brain and explained to the best of his ability why I might have seen what I saw. The doctor admitted that it is a newer field of study, and that not too much is known yet, but he assured me I wasn't alone and that if I felt concerned that he would be there to make sure I was okay. All that person at the support group did was re-traumatize me and give me a mental breakdown. I would rather trust my doctor, who instead of mocking me or calling it nonsense, spoke about it to other doctors who had seen similar things happen with their patients. Please, don't use NDE's an an excuse to discredit doctors or molecular biologists. Because that REALLY sounds like what you are doing what with bringing up the whole 'dark ages' thing.

You are free to have your opinion and view of your experience. After all, it is yours. Who am I to say that it was false?

The same way, I am free to have my views, not based on one person's experience only but thousands of experiences. Thousands of studies. I didn't come up with this just one day like BLING! This is it!

I don't like that the notion that science and "non-scientific" experiences should rule each others out but let's be real; if you tell a scientist, a doctor included, that I had an NDE (like for example, the famous Eben Alexander, who is a neurosurgeon himself, too), 95% of doctors will say "That's bollocks. Our current scientific understanding of this phenomena is X". It's dangerous to think that we already know it all. Science should always be open and hungry to know more, to study more, to go beyond what is already known. Of course, doctors doing their daily jobs are doing their daily jobs and that's good! They do what they can with the technology and understanding we've got at the moment, exactly the same way as doctors in 1823, 1532, 323BC and in 3023. If you somehow understood that as a message against doctors, well, too bad.

If we keep scientific and currently unknown scientific things which we can't understand at the moment separated, it takes longer to study different things and learn to understand them - and also, of course, to rule out things, too. All scientific fields are full of dogmas you shouldn't try to break of question. That's how it has always been and probably always will be. It doesn't mean that the scientific field COULD NOT do good while they are full of these dogmas. That's Christian fundamental belief system where only absolute good or absolute evil exists - and that doesn't work in real life.

IF you, or anyone else, wishes to learn more about NDEs, International Association of Near-Death Experiences IANDS has been studying this phenomena for decades, and it is the world's most reliable source, including scientific studies and help for scientists.

If the physical part of NDE and how brain makes it (most likely brain does have something to do with it, after all, we're psycho-physical beings), the best case is the neurosurgeon Eben Alexander's experience. He knows what he talks about, also as a doctor specialized in brains. He was in such bad condition that there shouldn't have been any experiences, no imagination, not comfort from the brain (based on our current knowledge, that is) and yet, he had such a long, vivid, strong and profound experience that he wrote a book of it.

Here's also Eben Alexander's own speech in an event about his experience, would it interest someone:

Eben Alexander: A Neurosurgeon's Journey through the Afterlife (not the only one, of course, but detailed and nice)

As a final notion: Please, always keep your experiences as yours but respect others', too. Not everything is always about US and what WE have gone through and what WE believe in. The same way as I can't (and won't) rule out your experience as yours and what it means to you, as I have no right to do it, you can't rule out other peoples' different NDEs just because you personally don't believe in them. (The same way as you can't, for example, dismiss someone having an abusive mother just because your mother adored and loved you). Give them the same respect as you want to be given to you.

[cr-noble-writes]

Title: New Stars Series: I’ve Got You Fandom: Mass Effect Characters: kid!Alex Shepard, Pathfinder Ishara Tags: kid!Shepard, angst, near-death experience, maybe fluff?, homelessness, dumpster diving in space, Asari colony, cross-species adoptions, earthborn, Alex Shepard (OC)

Summary: Twelve year old Alex Shepard grew up in a New York City orphanage and spent a lot of time running the streets, but he’s always wanted to go to space. The first opportunity he saw, he took, and ended up on an unfamiliar planet, surrounded by unfamiliar people. It changed the course of his life forever.

Notes: This is a look into Alex Shepard’s childhood for a series of novelization fics that I just recently started writing. Currently, the longer fics that take place during the timeline of the game have not been finished, and therefore aren’t posted yet, but I had this in my brain and had to get it down on paper. Thanks to thelordofdarkreunion for beta-reading this for me!!

Read it on AO3!

[stone-97]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Warframe, Five Nights at Freddy's, The Medium (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Vanessa A. | Ness/Michael Afton, Vanessa A. | Ness & Gregory Characters: Glitchtrap (Five Nights at Freddy's), William Afton | Dave Miller, Original Characters, Phantom Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy's), Withered Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy's), Marianne (The Medium), Wisp (Warframe), Saryn (Warframe), Henry Wilk (The Medium), Henry Emily, Old Man Consequences (Five Nights at Freddy's), The Stitchwraith (Five Nights at Freddy's), Malhare (Five Nights at Freddy's) Additional Tags: Revenge, No Romance, Supernatural Elements, Eggs Benedict is Michael Afton, Dreams and Nightmares, Self-Reflection, Spirit World, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Resurrection, Sneaking Around, Ambushes and Sneak Attacks, Past Character Death, Aftermath of Torture, Near Death Experiences, Flashbacks, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, On the Run, Good Vanessa A. | Ness, Protective Vanessa A. | Ness, Learning on the Fly Series: Part 2 of No More Fear Summary:

Vanessa hunts for the half of her soul stolen by William; facing the cult's evil creations and Mawlhare's underlings as she follows Vanny's trail. Unfortunately for her, the cult is the least of her worries when a vengeful Henry, and an embittered OCM join the hunt. The board is set as her life becomes a survival game under the gaze of a being beyond sanity. Who can she trust when both her enemies are of the living and the dead.

[futurefatum]

Reveals Predictions For ELECTION, WAR & HUMANITY’s Future in 2025! (Tone: 310)

Predictions for 2025 warn of potential conflict and political shifts. Discover how spiritual alignment might impact humanity’s future. #FuturePredictions #SpiritualGuidance

Posted by @LifeAfterLifeNDE-is1kh ABOUT THIS VIDEO: This video features Sally Reid, who describes her transformative near-death experiences (NDEs) and subsequent encounters with spiritual beings. Through these experiences, she receives insights and warnings regarding humanity’s future, including predictions about potential conflict, political changes, and the evolution of global leadership. Her…

[thoughtfullyblogger]

Νοσοκόμα αποκάλυψε όλα τα σημάδια που δείχνουν ότι κάποιος είναι κοντά στον θάνατο

Μία νοσοκόμα αποκάλυψε τις συμπεριφορές των ανθρώπων λίγο πριν τον θάνατο. Ο φυσικός θάνατος είναι ένα φαινόμενο με το οποίο πολλοί άνθρωποι δεν είναι εξοικειωμένοι. Για αυτό το λόγο μία νοσοκόμα που εργαζόταν σε κέντρο περίθαλψης για τερματικούς ασθενείς, αποκάλυψε συγκεκριμένες συμπεριφορές που εκδηλώνουν οι άνθρωποι, καθώς το σώμα τους ετοιμάζεται να πάψει τις ζωτικές του λειτουργίες. Ας…

[inevitablysomber-dark]

hi luv, i have a request

reader gets badly hurt by rafe or put in danger because of his addiction. that’s like her last straw and she tells rafe she cant be with him if he keeps using. he begs n pleads but reader needs space

over a few days rafe acts crazy, sending her messages n shit saying how he’s gonna make it right bc he “loves” her. reader ignores him for a bit and then once she is ready, goes over to his to talk to him abt the relationship. when she gets there though she overhears rafe talking shit about how reader is the bad person for leaving him + invalidating the severity of the danger he put her in + is literally high on coke while going on this rant

she tells him off, he doesn’t let her leave, idk abt the rest i just see a lot of angst and possessive rafe💌

Of Bullets and Wounds:

Warning: There are some intense, nonconsensual sexual themes in this story, also domestic abuse, and injury. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Thoughts and Opinions are Welcome

You didn't understand how you let things get this severe or allowed Rafe to push things as far as he did despite your reluctance.

You probably figured things always worked out and you would be fine.

Unfortunately, that kind of thinking had you keeled over in immeasurable pain and panic as you held on to your injured arm for dear life.

Due to some incident that Topper had with JJ, Rafe, and his little trio, and had recently stumbled upon a firearm, courtesy of Barry. You didn't understand what happened, but something told you Topper had started it.

You couldn't say that to Rafe because admitting the pogues were anything, but guilty would ruin his little fantasy of them being the bad guys.

He lured you out of the comfort of your room for a date night, and somehow you ended up at the beach with the dream team, high and impulsive while playfully handling a dangerous firearm.

You were tired, you had been tired for a while now, and at this point in your lives, you were wondering when Rafe was going to grow the fuck up.

You sat beside a makeshift bonfire as they tampered with the weapon, mostly Rafe, consistently telling them that this was a bad idea and that maybe they should put the gun away and go home.

In fact, your statement made Rafe a bit more rebellious, and he seemed to get a bit more reckless with it.

Shooting out rounds to the ocean, laughing and trying to reassure you. You weren't having fun, not that the night had been a gaggle of laughs, but when the pit of your stomach began to churn, you felt that you needed to get out of the situation as soon as possible.

Rafe noticed as you got up and began to gather your things, and in his hurry to stop you, a bullet shot off in your direction.

Rafe had shot you.

It wasn't on purpose, but you couldn't help but think you wouldn't be in this situation if he had listened to you from the beginning.

The pain was unbearable, and it was all you could focus on as he carried you to the jeep and had Topper drive you out to the hospital.

"Let me see," he says

"Don't touch me," you cringe on the other end of the backseat, doing your best to get as far away from him as possible.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, but please let me see it," he begs.

You desperately shake your head. "No,"

"Just let me fucking see it," he was no longer gentle, and as his patience wore thin, he grabbed your injured arm and taking a look at the wound.

"It hurts," you start hitting him, hoping it would get him to stop pulling on your arm.

But that makes him angrier, as he takes hold of your neck, threatening you with a squeeze. "Stay fucking still," he growls.

You stop, the fear in your belly was spreading to your chest. He goes into his back pocket and pulls out his phone, turning on the flash to get a better view of your injury.

"It looks like a graze," he says.

You take a peek at the open wound, the skin ripped open as blood seeped out, but it didn't look like a hole.

"You're gonna tell them we were playing around at the beach, and you fell on a bunch of rocks."

You're taken aback as the lie flows effortlessly through his lips.

Once you get to the hospital, you tell them precisely what Rafe told you, and you feel like an idiot. He was by your side the entire time, acting as moral support while you got your stitches.

Topper took you back to the beach to pick up Rafe's truck, and Rafe took you home.

Before he can turn off his truck, you let it all go.

"I don't think this is working," you stare at your hands to avoid looking him in the eyes.

"What?" his voice deep and clear. He must be off his high.

"I'm not saying it should be forever, but I think we should take a long break," if you were being honest, you'd been thinking about it for a while and didn't think you'd ever return.

"Y-"

Before he could finish his statement, you jumped out of the truck, rushing to your front door.

"Wait!" he shouts, grabbing your injured arm.

You let out a strangled cry, emphasizing your pain.

"Look, if it's about the whole gun thing, I said I was sorry."

He didn't get it, and frankly, you weren't surprised. Rafe was incapable of thinking about any perspectives outside of his own.

"It's not just the gun, Rafe. It's the fact that every time you get high, you find trouble, and somehow I get dragged along for the ride. It was fun when we first started dating, but now I'm scared and tired." you heave a heavy sigh getting everything off your chest.

"Look, I promise to be better, just don't do this," he whispers, sounding desperate.

"No, we can't be together if you're going to keep using and acting out like this."

"Please"

"We're adults now, Rafe," you open your door.

"Please don't do this to us," he tries to push his way in, and despite going up against his strength, you manage to hold your own.

"Look, I just need some space, I'll see you later,"

Despite the struggle, you lock the door before pushing your back against it.

"What the fuck."

You really didn't want to see Rafe ever again. The night at the beach put things into perspective as you considered him a future partner.

In conclusion, he was very unfit.

Unfortunately, Rafe didn't seem to understand the concept of 'space' since that night. Either that, or he didn't respect you enough to give it to you.

He was constantly messaging you with love bombs, and I'm sorry's, With the last message alluding to him making things right and you effectively having him blocked since.

But that didn't stop Rafe.

He delivered flowers and chocolates to your home, even getting your mother to talk to you about how good your relationship was and that you shouldn't destroy it over a little spat.

He clearly didn't tell her what happened, and you had half a mind to expose his sorry ass.

You let the situation stew for about two weeks before finally deciding to talk to him.

You unblock him and ask to meet up, and he responds by saying anytime and that you knew where to find him.

As you walk up the steps to his mansion, you hear someone making noise by the pool in the backyard and decide to check it out.

When you get closer, you hear your name on what sounds like Rafe's lips.

"She's being such a bitch about the whole thing. It was a fucking accident. She's acting like I held the gun to her fucking face and pulled the trigger on purpose,"

When you look over, he's moving back and forth on the pool's edge, gun in hand, with agitated movements. He was very animated with the occasional tick, and as soon as you heard him sniffle and go to wipe his nose, you knew he was still using.

This bastard and his audacity, before you could walk away, he spots you calling out your name and quickly hanging up with whoever he had on the line.

"What that was-" as soon as he grabs your arm, you push him off and decide to face the Devil.

"Fuck you, Rafe. You're gonna grow to be a miserable old man, stuck to this fucking island, except you won't have daddy's money to ease the pain."

You get in his face, anger slowly building in your chest as you get louder.

"What's worse is that you won't be a kook. No, you'll live on the cut just like the pogues you hate so fucking much, you miserable cokehead,"

You huff as you try to walk away, but he grabs your waist.

"Where the fuck are you going?" he says, irritation laced in his tone.

"I'm going home, let go," you try to push him off, but his hold gets tighter.

"You're not going anywhere,"

You feel a cold heavy metal pushed up against your neck, and still.

"That's my good girl," he says, pulling you into the house and throwing you on the couch, with the gun still in his hand and facing your direction.

"Rafe-"

"No, I gave you the space you needed, you're done, and you're coming back to me." he sits next to you, gun still pointed your way. "Babe, you don't understand just how much I need you in my life. You can't just walk away from me."

He tries to pull you into a kiss, and in the midst of you pushing him away, he clumsily drops the gun.

Feeling a chance come up, you rush for it, but Rafe is faster and stronger as he slams you against the couch.

Your lungs struggle to breathe at the impact, and he takes this opportunity to lift your skirt and rip off your thong.

Pushing his fingers deep into your cunt, roughly fondling you as you try to fight back.

"Rafe, Stop. Please,"

He chuckles as if he thought of something funny. He flips you over without so much of a struggle on his end.

You hear his movement as he adjusts his shorts to pull his cock out.

He massages your ass, giving it a harsh smack. "This is all mine," he gives it another one. "Don't you ever forget that,"

He pulls your cheeks apart as wide as you can handle, and you feel the head of his cock poking into your entrance.

He feels so much larger as your pussy stretches around him. A thought then occurs to you.

"Condom," you say

"Don't worry about that. I wanna be the only thing on your mind," he quickly forces the rest of his cock inside you.

All it takes is a few pumps for him to catch a rhythm, hovering over you as he rolls your clit between his fingers.

You were so wet and didn't understand why. But Rafe didn't care, his enjoyment of the situation evident as his grunts became rabid.

"Fuck" he says as he flips you around so that you're facing him. Pushing himself back into your body. Exhausted by the situation, you just let it happen and let your eyes close as you felt the sensations.

" Look at me," he says. "I wanna see your face when I cum inside you,"

Your eyes open at his suggestion.

"Rafe, no!" you put your hands against his pelvis as you try to push him off. He just grabs them and pulls them over your head as he fucked you with more vigor than before. His other hand plays with your clit as you're forced into an orgasm, toes curled and back arched, with him following close behind. Filling you with his seed, a creampie forms as you feel it leaking out.

"You're gonna be stuck with me forever, bitch."

[townflex]

Actress Abimbola Craig Shares Near-Death Experience Following Brain Surgery

Actress Abimbola Craig, from Nigeria, talked candidly about her traumatic experience after brain surgery in 2014. After having surgery, the actress said in a recent video on her YouTube channel that she had nausea, insomnia, and weight loss. She claimed that after numerous spinal taps, or lumbar punctures, her doctors started to suspect meningitis but were unable to identify the underlying…

[aspenforest732]

Mortem ad Wrens Chapter 22: Is This Worth Our Lives

Summary:

tw: child abuse, scarring, graphic depictions of violence, blood, wrong pronouns, child abuse, near-death experience Nightmares, secrets, and sparring oh my!

Notes:

the end of the violence will be marked by [VIOLENCE START] and [VIOLENCE END] centered on the page. If you need to skip it, there's a flashback summary after the second marker. ‘text’ JSL Text thoughts

[VIOLENCE START]

“That’s it! You’re going to the Carpenter.”

Akira let out a choked gasp, neon purple eyes blown wide as they tried to crawl forward through a haze of red. They screamed as a foot slammed into their side, sharp claws digging into their skin as another rib cracked. Akira collapsed onto their stomach and narrowly stopped themself from curling inwards, knowing it would just make it worse.

Coarse hands grabbed their red and silver hair and dragged Akira across the blood-stained floor. Their brother’s clawed hand grasped the back of their neck, red-hot pain coursed through them as they were ripped to their feet, breaths coming shallow and fast as Akira desperately searched for an escape.

The maze of hallways only ever led back to where they were told to go, and suddenly they were at the soundproof door intricately carved with a tree. Hiroki roughly threw them into the room as the Carpenter lifted their hands from a block of wood, the intricate carvings stopping without his touch.

“This one needs more specialized attention. Use her back and remember to keep this one alive.”

The Carpenter grinned, sending a shudder down Akira’s spine as he set his current piece aside. “I can always make time for your failures, cousin.”

On the table, Akira tried to keep still. It was always easier when- they gasped as the Carpenter placed a hand on their back. Five bloody tracks slowly made their way out from his hand, dully scooping out millimeters of flesh at a time as Akira tried to hold back a scream. Screaming always made things worse. As the Carpenter’s quirk subsided, they thought he was done. The chisels started a second pass just as Akira took a breath, only to scream as the raw skin flared and burned.

[VIOLENCE END]

(flashback summary: after a torture session from one of their brothers didn’t result in forced quirk manifestation, Akira got their back scar from a cousin)

Akira jolted awake with a silent scream, throat raw as they scrambled out from their blanket pile, tripping over the weighted blanket. Frantically, they searched the room for anything familiar, only to find everything foreign. Trembling against the wall, Akira tried to ask a question, but only air came out. World pulsing in and out of focus, they ripped their shirt off, hands reaching back to touch their shoulder blades.

It's not bleeding. This isn’t our room. This is… Akira flinched into themself as the door flung open, stammering apologies they couldn’t hear as feet hesitantly approached. A callused hand gently pulled their right from their back, which they now realized had been scratching at the scars. Wait, scars? Akira peered up from behind their knees and tensed as they saw Eraser Head kneeling in front of them, mouth moving as he gently thumbed circles in the back of their right hand.

After a moment, the rushing Akira hadn’t noticed in their ears subsided, and they heard him murmuring reassurances that they were safe, were in he and Zashi’s house, and had nothing to be sorry about. When Aizawa noticed they were coming to, he loosened his grip on their hand a little. Akira immediately grasped his, flushing as they registered the motion but not letting go.

“Hot chocolate?” Aizawa asked gently as Akira slowed their breathing. They nodded and shakily got to their feet, forcing themself to drop his hand as they did so.

Settling on the couch with their mugs, Aizawa handed them a weighted blanket, which they quickly pulled up to their chest as a grounding weight.

After a few sips, Aizawa quietly said, “I have nightmares when I sleep more than a few hours. Most heroes get them eventually.”

Akira nodded numbly, briefly setting down their mug to sign, ‘Counselor said that, too. New place, bad day, or trigger during the day bring them.’ Aizawa hummed, giving them a minute to grasp their mug again. Akira risked a brief glance to the side, his eyes curious and another emotion they couldn’t quite grasp. Looking back to their mug, they signed, ‘Sorry for waking you.’

“You didn’t, kid. And I wouldn’t have minded if you did. What do you usually do after a nightmare?”

‘Drink water, ground myself like Counselor said, and sometimes talk about it with Wildfire.’

“Do you want to talk about it?” Aizawa asked gently.

Instead of answering, Akira turned to face Aizawa and forced themself to meet his eyes, even if only briefly. ‘Peppermint is being abused by Endeavor. I don’t have proof, but he will testify if we have a solid case. Natsuo will do the same if asked, but I don’t know about Fuyumi. If we can show something will be done, I might be able to get Toya onboard.’

Aizawa stiffened, nearly dropping his mug before Akira grabbed it and gently placed it on the table. “Toya’s not dead?”

‘No, he’s heavily scarred and wants to kill Endeavor, but he’s alive.’ After a moment, Akira hesitantly continued. ‘From what little he’s said, he was in a coma for a while. Broker helped him find a safe place in the underworld.’

In that moment, the hero looked exhausted, fingers shaking as he ducked into his capture scarf. “You knew at the sports festival.”

Akira swallowed thickly and nodded. ‘I needed to know you would care.’

“Does anyone else know?”

Akira restrained a snappy response, reminding themself he wanted to help. ‘Fat Gum, Sun Eater, and Blank. Also, maybe Nurse and Counselor? They were there when Blank and I helped Peppermint out of a flashback at the sports festival.’

Aizawa sighed, chording a hand through his hair. “I don’t know how much we can realistically do since the Commission will be fighting us every step, but I will do everything I can to get him out.”

Akira nodded, ‘I can and will extract him if he gives the word.’

“Good.”

As they finished their lukewarm chocolate, Akira sighed. ‘It was about my back scar.’

Aizawa’s eyes shot up to where their back was just off the couch. “You said a… villain did that.”

They grimaced bitterly. ‘Bit of a stretch, but you already knew that. Has Counselor told you anything about our sessions?’

Aizawa shook his head, confusion seeping in, “Those are confidential and can only be shared with your permission. I thought he told you that?”

Akira nodded. ‘He’s almost as confusing to read as Mic.’ As Aizawa tried to puzzle that out, they continued, ‘Limelights did this. They hated twilight and underground heroes, and only the best were fit to be in society.’

Akira tensed as anger bubbled to the surface of Aizawa’s expression. He glanced at their shift and relaxed marginally, simply signing ‘them, not you.’

A few hours of studying history and grading later, the running shower and muted singing filled the apartment as the cats filtered into the living room. Remembering the state they were in, Akira went to get ready as Bastard followed them, ignoring Aizawa as the hero skirted around his cat. Their back still crawled as they applied cream and slipped into their uniform, but that wasn’t uncommon. Right before they opened the bedroom door, Akira’s burner lit up. Tapping a quick confirmation, Akira grabbed their duffel bag.

‘I’ll be out tonight,’ they signed as Aizawa and Yamada turned around. Shinso was already lounging on the couch with Houdini and raised an eyebrow.

“Anything I should be concerned about?” Aizawa asked.

‘Not for me,’ Akira gave a small smirk. It dropped with a wince as they remembered Yamada’s presence and clarified, ‘I don’t have details yet, so it’ll be standard.’

At lunch, Akira pulled Shoto to the side with Shinso as he joined them again. “Sorry, I can leave if you don’t-” he said before they could start.

‘Wait, it’s not about that,’ Akira signed. ‘I told Eraser. He’s going to help.’

Shinso nodded after interpreting. “Dad won’t stop until you never have to see him again or are at least safe from him.”

Shoto stared at them, disbelief and a spark of hope in his eyes. He mutely nodded and followed them back to the group. With a new JSL student, Koda or Shinso interpreted for Akira. When the conversation eventually turned to the final exam, Shoto quietly said, “Kendo heard from upperclassmen the practical will be robots.”

Shinso snorted, “That was previous years. With how many nonphysical quirks there are in class and the villains we’ve already fought, there’s no way it’s the same this year.”

Koda softly added, “The mice heard the teachers talking. We’re fighting them.”

Shinso swore and Akira blanched. ‘Did they say who was facing which teacher?’

Koda shook his head, “They’re still deciding, but the teachers will have weights to slow them down.”

‘We should probably talk with Broccoli then to see what strategies he can suggest.’

Tokoyami looked at them strangely and Dark Shadow chimed in, “You analyze! Why not share?”

Akira shrugged, ‘He’s been doing it for much longer, and most of mine consist of basic observations, not strategies to take them down. I can update him on my quirk in exchange for the information, but he might ask for more.’

“We’re already giving him an advantage with the knowledge of teachers being the villains for the practical,” Shinso drawled.

Looking between them, Shoto softly added, “Midoriya doesn’t ask for anything in return. Why would he ask you?”

Akira blinked, about to bring up the Ectoplasm incident when they remembered that they had offered him the information. Midoriya technically hadn’t asked.

After word spread, the class started heroics with Midoriya breaking down strategies for each teacher, Akira occasionally adding their own observations. They would likely be working in pairs given their inexperience and power differential, so instead of normal sparring, they paired off for two v two matches with random pairings. Since it was the week before exams, this was considered a study period specifically for heroics. All Might watched from the sidelines but aside from occasionally making critiques and answering questions, he mostly observed. Anii was with him in case Akira needed her to interpret, but they had already established that Akira only wanted her as an interpreter with All Might, not during private conversations.

Unfortunately, Akira got paired with Yaoyorozu again against Uraraka and Shoji first, and they looked nervously at Bakugo and Midoriya as a team, the blonde glaring at the slips of paper. Akira turned to Yaoyorozu with a sigh and waved their phone, setting up a chat since teams had a few minutes to plan before starting the match. “Infrared goggles will let you see me. I register a few degrees cooler than ambient temperature while invisible.”

“That’s nice,” Yaoyorozu said distractedly as she made the goggles. “You can be the distraction while I drive them back.”

Akira rolled their eyes and huffed before typing in the chat. “I’ve actually been improving since the sports festival while you’ve gotten slower. Keep their attention and go for Shoji.”

As the timer went off, the teams stepped into the sparring rings. Akira immediately warped, darting forward in sync with their clone. Shoji’s brow knitted in confusion as he dodged a matryoshka doll and formed a few more ears.

Just as he stepped towards them and not their clone, Akira warped again, still sending the clones forward to be dispelled by Shoji’s arms as they tapped on Uraraka’s shoulder. The girl whipped around, palm outstretched, and Akira let her touch them before warping again right above her. As Uraraka released in confusion, Akira angled themself to land heavily on her shoulders, knocking the wind out of her.

As the clone dispelled with a swipe of Uraraka’s hand, Shoji turned to the thump. Cannon complete, Yaoyorozu shot them in the back with what looked more like a large bean bag than a cannonball, pushing her out of the ring.

Akira helped Uraraka up before signing, ‘The matchup wasn’t in your favor, but that was good. If you don’t know where a warper went, don’t immediately release your quirk. Tentacle Boy, trust your instincts; I could tell you heard two sets of footsteps, but you took a little too long to react to where I was. Rich Miss, if this was our only spar, the cannon would be fine, but we have nine other teams to face. Remember to conserve your lipids or keep snacks on you.’

A few matches later, everyone took a break, Akira sipping on a juice pouch with cold presses resting on their legs as All Might gave out encouragement and minor critiques. They noticed a Teaching for Dummies book sticking out of his back pocket with numerous page markers sticking out. Nudging Tokoyami, Akira pointed it out with a small smile, ‘Looks like he’s learning. That’s good, right? Ectoplasm hasn’t had a clone nearby in almost a week, and All Might has a little more room control.’

Tokoyami nodded, “I thought you didn’t like him?”

‘I don’t, but I can acknowledge the effort.’

Notes:

So random.org has a love/hate relationship with Bakugo and Midoriya and Akira and Momo XD they keep either getting paired up or being on opposing teams (Bakugo and Midoriya for latter).

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