#ojiro likes it i’m sure of it

[thief-of-eggs]

Kaminari has ADHD, and Ojiro’s tail is his fidget.

[starlightbelle]

Don’t get me wrong, everyone is somebody’s fave and I’m glad for the people rooting for the underdogs/less popular characters that their fave made it but I find it kinda hard to believe that EVERYONE in Class A “made it” as a Pro.

Like, yes I know UA is the best hero school in Japan (certainly the most famous and revered) but that doesn’t mean the hero-success rate is a hundred percent

Nobody tried hero work for a while and then realized their passion/calling was elsewhere? No one got injured and had to take a step back? No one started a family? No one graduated but couldn’t keep up with the big leagues and eventually just settled for lower-level sidekick work or just quit heroing altogether?

With a dissolvement of the hero charts I might find it more believable but with the system left so intact as it is, the Pro Hero pool is more competitive than ever…

I get Horikoshi probably wanted to tie everything up with a nice little bow (was never gonna happen if the villains couldn’t be saved) but 20 (21 if you count Shinso) out of 20 becoming successful pros?? 🤨

[artsy-dreamer]

Important update:

Ojiro is happy to see his new classmate :) 💕💕

And the most important update of all:

TAIL HUG??? IS CANON????

AAAAAAAAA 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

And look at Ojiro’s little smile 🥺 He really went from being scared of Shinsou to happily hugging him… I can’t :’)

(Translation sources here and here)

[quitesins]

Deku’s Type!

Masterlist

Tags: 18+, Sfw-ish, short drabble, fem!reader, aged up! characters, teacher! Deku, kinda vulgar and fucky, im gonna tag misogyny, reader is said to be “fucked in the head” whatever you want that to mean ^0^!

The boys gather round for drinks and discuss the type of women Deku seems to be fond of, much to his dismay…

“Sounds like Deku’s type,” Katsuki says, smirk in his voice.

Izuku frowns. “I do not have a type.”

Now that makes the table still for a second, not long enough for Izuku to predict the thoughts of his friends, but enough for the rest of the guys to come to the same conclusion.

Katsuki, Denki and Sero are the first to burst out in laughter. Katsuki’s cackle the loudest of them all.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Katsuki laughs so hard he doesn’t even care that Denki is half laid over him, “You don’t see that shit?”

“Come on…” Denki says, still slapping Katsuki’s thigh as he laughs, “you have such a type!”

Izuku frowns, sterner, deciding to ignore the immature three and turning to his other friends for support. Both Iida and Shouto look away, their expressions telling.

“I do not have a type,” Izuku reiterates, firmly.

Katsuki shakes his head, finally shoving Denki off him. “All those girls you’ve dated? Exact fuckin’ same.”

Even Tokoyami turns his head, eyes never leaving his drink but twinkling with an unfamiliar mirth.

“What does that even mean?!” Izuku exasperates, looking around for a single ally.

“It means,” Mineta chimes in, and although Izuku enjoys his company, he already knows he’s about to hear something deplorable, “you like them sick in the head!”

Shouto can’t hold in his sputter, finally contributing to the conversation— with a laugh. The rest of the table is hooting, a few groans at the wording but nothing at the sentiment. All while Izuku looks absolutely scandalised, clutching his chest, eyes wide open.

“That’s horrible!” Izuku cries, so stunned he can’t even trail off into one of his signature rambles in defence, “that’s- that’s. What?!”

“All the girls you’ve liked man…” Sero starts, “they’re not exactly little miss sunshines are they.” He stops, which Izuku almost takes reprieve in until he continues, “you seem to like them a little off putting.”

“Yeah so he can fucking fix them,” Katsuki snorts.

“It’s your saviour complex,” Denki adds, chin tilted up, trying to look profound.

Izuku is quick to interject, waving his hands around. “You’re the pro heroes.” The poor boy tries his best to convince. “We all have saviour complexes!”

“Not like you do, mon chéri,” Aoyama tuts, then winks before saying, “Hero of Japan.”

“Izuku, They do still call you an honorary pro.” Shouto is trying to be nice, Izuku thinks. “And I’m sure your students think the same.”

Izuku grimaces, he knows he’s always had a complex that encompassed so much more than just his dreams to be a hero, but he doesn’t need it sullied by… that.

“Don’t ruminate.” Katsuki presses a drink into Izuku’s hands. “You like women a little fucked up, so what.”

Katsuki’s words do nothing to comfort Izuku, instead it has Denki and Mineta laughing all over again while Kirishima attempts to calm them down. Iida scolds Katsuki a little, doing a half bow in apology to the passing waiter clearly peeved by all the noise. Deku pays no attention, beginning to spiral in his head.

It feels wrong to view the women of his past that way. To view you that way. But he’s not an idiot, maybe a little blind at times but now that the proof is there— oh god—

“Listen, Midoriya, I am sure there are many reasons you have loved the women you have.” Iida notices the growing dread upon Izuku’s face. “You also like to save people. There is nothing wrong with that.”

Tokoyami and Shouji nod in agreement, Ojiro giving his own sympathetic smile.

“Yeah bro.” Kirishima raises a fist in camaraderie, though it’s definitely out of pity. “It’s manly to take care of others!”

“Think he more than takes cares of ‘em,” Katsuki slickly adds, in an artful voice that Izuku is more than familiar with, “the fucker get off on that shit.”

This time, it’s Shouto who scolds him, Katsuki’s implications clear enough for even him to catch on. They rest of the guys begin to bicker in the background, one half in defence of Izuku’s less than innocent tastes in women, the other intent on making fun of the golden boy for once.

Though the attention is finally off him, it does not help Izuku feel any better.

Because there’s a thought that lingers… it’s a sick thought, a terrible, horrible, awfully honest thought.

Shit, he does like them a bit fucked up.

My truth is i still don’t know how to punctuate dialogue… pleek don’t look and none of dat…

Anyways I kind of wanna elaborate on Deku’s hero complex coming out in other ways in the 8 years of studying and becoming a teacher, like someone has to deal with it…

[phant0mth1ef]

when i’m around, slow dancing in the dark.

-

ua wasn’t known for their reputation of doing normal school activities, and not once in your three years of being there had you ever thought that you’d get the normal highschool experiences.

like dances, attending school sports games, or even regular normal school festivals where everyone is welcome & allowed to interact with the students.

so when ua announced that they’d be throwing a winter formal for the third years due to the war they were forced to fight in back in first year, oh you could be all your money that you & the girls were going to go all out.

in the weeks leading up to the dance, the hall was filled with decorations, people asking other people to the dance, and even just a cheery feel in the atmosphere.

you’d nearly shrieked when kaminari snuck up on you asking how he should ask jirou to the dance, of course you’d helped him.

once kaminari let it be known that you were the one to give him such flawless advice, many men from your class came to you looking for help in their endeavors.

tokoyami wanted to ask asui. midoriya wanted to ask uraraka. iida wanted to ask hatsume. ojiro wanted to ask hagakure. kirishima wanted to ask ashido. even awase from class b wanted your help when he asked yaoyorozu.

even through all this, you still hadn’t managed to find a date for yourself.

“pst.”

you’d turned your head, unable to find the source of the noise.

“pssst! over here!” the whisper grew louder as you walked in the direction of the noise.

monoma neito met your eyes as he tugged you into a hidden portion of the hallway, nearly tripping you in the process.

“listen. i don’t have a date. you don’t have a date. i don’t want to look like a loser. connect the dots, if you will.” he spoke hurriedly as your face contorted into a look of confusion.

“i thought you would go with kendo?”

“she’s bringing some guy from shiketsu. it infuriates me, yes, but not more than the possibility of me not having a date. it can be strictly platonic, i just can’t show up alone.” he grabbed your shoulders, trying to make sure you understood completely.

“oh. yeah sure i’ll go with you.” you nodded, and with those words he disappeared. likely a quirk he stole in action as you were left there by yourself.

you’d been bombarded once you arrived back at 3a’s dorm, the girls huddling around you and whisking you away while giggling about how monoma was going around bragging that he had a date.

in the corner of your eye you swore you could see s tuft of blonde hair staring at you, his mouth slightly agape as you were shoved into hagakure’s room.

he’d wanted to ask you. of course he’d wanted to ask you. you’d been his best friend since second year, the one person to really understand him and his motives.

-

the night of the dance came rather quickly, and in the days leading up to it monoma had shown up at your dormitory a few times, coming to pick you up so that you could go find a dress and so he could color coordinate his suit to yours.

because “he’d be damned if you showed up looking a mess to his big night.”

each time he’d picked you up, bakugou would scoff. making his dislike for the boy very unknown.

the dance itself wasn’t much fun. monoma was great and all, but he wasn’t him.

kendo had come up to you both about an hour into the dance, saying she had to urgently talk to monoma. and a few minutes later, he was grinning at you with a thumbs up as they both danced together in unison, the slow song blasting through your ears.

the sound of a chair scraping against the floor echoed through your head as you looked at the noise, your best friend taking a seat with an angry scowl on his face.

“did copy machine just ditch you? that’s fucked.” he scoffed, a glass of punch in one hand as he looked at monoma and kendo.

“nah, we just came with each other so none of us would look stupid alone.”

“are you sayin’ i look stupid because i’m here alone?!” his face turned into a look of realization as you snickered at him.

“a bit, yeah. i dunno. thought you’d ask someone.” you spoke, a look of disappointment on your face.

“eh. don’t like anyone in that way”. you’d looked down at your dress, the fabric bunched in your hands.

“y’know next time you should go with someone who wouldn’t ditch ya. like todoroki or something.” that took the cake as you rose from your seat.

“if you wanted me to go with someone who wouldn’t have left me so bad, then maybe you should’ve asked me yourself!” with that, you turned on your heels retreating back to your dorm room quickly.

he sat there, shocked before he snapped back to reality and followed you.

your heels were discarded once he’d reached the dorm, and you were lying on the couch in the common room as you watched 500 days of summer.

you’d gotten up when you saw him, racing back to your room but he was just too fast.

he grabbed your wrist, prompting you to turn around as he saw slight traces of your mascara had been running across your face.

were you crying?

“look. okay wait stop, just look.” you’d tried to wriggle out of his grasp before deciding to listen.

“fuck. okay. i’m not good with.. this. i dunno. i’ve never done this before. how the hell was i supposed to know you wanted to go with me?” he rambled, tripping over his words. god this was so unlike him.

“i dunno, katsuki. maybe the fact that you’re the only guy i spend time with is part of it!” you were still mad, and tears were pooling in your eyes.

“i know that! okay! i know that! but in my defense, i was going to ask you but then i found out you were going with fuckin’ monoma of all people. who the hell wants to go out with monoma besides kendo? and he wasn’t exactly making it known that you were going in a platonic way.” he’d grumbled the last part.

“i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry i ruined your night.” you’d pulled him into a hug, he stood there in shock before he hugged back.

“s’not ruined.” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, his eyebrows raised.

“c’mon.” he broke away from the hug, his hands still on your wrist as he led you outside onto the patch of grass that was in front of ua’s dorm.

“gonna look stupid. but i don’t care anymore.”

the music from the dance could still be heard from where you both stood, a slow song beginning to play as he grabbed your waist. instinctively your arms reached for his neck, wrapping around him.

he began to spin you around to the music, the light shining from the moon engulfed the both of you.

you were slow dancing, with bakugou katsuki, in the dark. away from everyone’s eyes.

and when the the song finished, your lips captured his as he returned the action.

[linphd]

They see your costume rip | Headcanons

female reader

-> While on a fight, your costume rips, making almost all of your breast visible. Luckily for you, they see it and cover it up.

-> Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Hitoshi Shinsou.

Katsuki Bakugou

It was a random training, nothing unusual. But you, using extra knives whenever your quirk can’t be useful, didn’t really expect them to bump into an hardened Kirishima, throwing them right back at you. But luckily for you, you were able to move away so they wouldn’t pierce through you.

Still, it was enough for one of them to rip your costume, on your chest era. Nothing out of the extraordinary for you, often wearing clothes that weren’t really hiding your breast, but still, you were at school and training.

Katsuki was quick to make an explosion, big enough to make smoke, hiding you and him. Indeed, you guys had been paired up, so he was close to you. « Thank you ! » you said. He only nodded and gave you his gauntlet so you would hold it in front of the rip and no one would see.

« But you know, I often wear clothes that show them like that. » you snorted. « So what ? Stop being a whore and be grateful I hid you. There’s this guy in a diaper creeping around. » he replied, his usual angry expression on. « Mineta, right. » you said.

« Come on ! Go back to the lockers to get it fixed ! » he exclaimed, seeing you not moving. « I’ll go, I’ll go ! I just stayed cause I know you like it when I’m a ‘whore’. » you explained, earning a snort from the blonde. You were lucky he never shut you up for flirting with him.

Shoto Todoroki

You were paired up with Shoto during a training. As Bakugou made an explosion too close to you, you were fast enough to jump and not face directly the explosion, but you were still close enough for you costume to rip at its strength.

You didn’t even notice, waiting for the blonde to leave so you’d be sure to stand up and keep training in peace. But as you stood up, Shoto noticed the huge rip in your costume. Not enough for you breast to be out like Momo’s, but enough to be embarrassing for you.

He immediately averted his gaze and created a tiny ice wall in front of you. You were about to look at him curiously when you noticed that you were just way too naked for your liking. « Oh- thanks ! » you said, trying to tie your costume to hide the rip.

« I didn’t look, I just saw a bit your skin so- » he started to explain. « Don’t be embarrassed, it’s okay, it wasn’t on purpose. » you reassured him. You knew a bit about his crush on you, as Izuku was quite the tattletale, actually.

« I managed to tie the front, see ? » you said. He nodded, a bit blushing that he had to look at the knot you had made -it was still your chest area and he was still rather awkward. « You should still… go back to the locker rooms to get it properly fixed… » he said, looking away. You giggled and went to Aizawa to tell him about your rip.

Hitoshi Shinsou

It had been a few weeks since Shinsou started training with the hero branch. You had had your eye on him since the sports festival -where he brainwashed you to be on his team- even before he became muscular and friendly.

So let’s say it was already quite awkward for you to have to train with your crush. But it became even worse when your team -including you, him, Kirishima and Ojiro- got chased by Bakugou’s and the blonde made an explosion so big its strength just made rips on your costume.

At the loud sound, Shinsou turned to see if everyone behind him was okay, when he noticed you. You weren’t hurt, but you had rips in your costume, making it look like you had borrowed Momo’s. The guys had theirs ripped too -if it was possible for Kiri’s to be worse- but he was focused on you.

He threw his scarf at you, so you just caught it, not knowing much what he wanted. Once you all stopped, he noticed you looked confused. « Aren’t you a bit cold ? » he asked, the tiny grin on his face hidden by his mask. Ojiro pointed out your rip and you gasped, hiding by just wearing the scarf.

« Thank you ! » you told the purple haired boy, your cheeks warmer than ever. « You should go to Aizawa to get that fixed. I mean- if you mind it. » he said. « I DO ! I do- yeah… » you tried to say, even more embarrassed than before. Your team left, Shinsou hiding his giggle at your reaction as you also walked away

[sirhamburrger]

episode five: trick-or-treat - aran ojiro

kai's halloween '24 miniseries - a halloween to remember!!

CONTENT WARNINGS: aran is chocolate man to a bunch of eight-year-olds

EPISODE RUNTIME: 673 words || previous (episode four)

moodboard

“honey?”

“yeah?”

“why are there kids at our front door?”

aran steps away from the popcorn on the stove and joins you at the peephole. sure enough, half a dozen little boys and girls giggle and shove each other around on your front porch. through the frosted glass of the door, he sees a vampire girl climb onto a zombie boy's shoulders. the human tower wobbles dangerously as she reaches for the doorbell-

“gosh,” he hears you mutter as you unlock and open the door quickly, and your hands dart out just in time to save the girl from falling.

he scratches his head, letting out a sigh. it was supposed to be a quiet night for just the two of you, watching scary movies while eating popcorn, but it seems that now you'll have to deal with these kids.

“i like your decorations,” one of the kids pipes up. “do you have candy?”

“sorry, kid,” he says apologetically. “we're not really doin’ this whole givin’-out-candy thing-”

“but your porch light's on, and everybody knows that if a house's porch light is on, they'll have candy for you!”

you glare at him. “did you forget to switch the porch light off?” 

“...maybe?”

you let out a defeated sigh, then turn back to the kids, beaming. “wait here, i'll see if i can find some candy bars for you.”

they cheer as you disappear into the house, and aran is left staring at them. they stare back, their eyes unnervingly wide. he notices a couple of kids start exchanging curious glances, not-so 

-subtly pointing at him and gaping.

“can i help you?” he says dryly.

they freeze in place, seemingly terrified. 

realising that he must look like a scary, angry giant to these eight-year-olds, aran tries to relax his facial muscles. unfortunately for him, they seem to shrink away even further. 

“i don't bite,” he reassures them rather unhelpfully.

a kid shuffles forward, stammering and stuttering. “uhm… are… are you the chocolate man?”

aran tries not to laugh. “am i the what?”

“my friend kaito said there was a chocolate man living on this street,” the boy says, gaining the confidence to speak. “he gave out loads of candy.”

“is kaito the one who licked my arm to see if i tasted like chocolate?” they nod bashfully and he laughs, remembering the all-too-harrowing moment exactly a year ago. “let it be known that i do not, so don't even think ‘bout pullin’ the same thing again.”

they giggle again, and he’s so distracted by their laughter that he doesn’t notice you creeping up on him-

“boo!”

“gah!”

“found some chocolates,” you proclaim, dropping a few into each of their candy buckets. you’re in the ghostbusters costume you wore last halloween, looking almost as excited as the kids. aran shakes his head, amused.

“alright, you little ghouls,” he says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as a smile creeps across his face. “off you go before i have to start chargin’ rent for standing on my porch.”

the kids laugh, scattering down the steps and back onto the sidewalk, waving goodbye and shouting “thank you, ghostbuster-san!” and “happy halloween!” you and aran watch them disappear down the street, their voices fading into the night.

when the last of the laughter dies down, aran turns to you with a mock-stern look. “ya just couldn’t resist, huh?”

you shrug. “hey, it’s halloween. gotta live a little.”

“are ya implyin’ that i’m boring?”

“wouldn’t dream of it!”

he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close as you both head back inside. “alright, popcorn’s still warm, movie’s ready, porch light’s off. no more interruptions, okay?”

you laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder. “no more interruptions,” you promise. 

as you settle back into the couch with him, popcorn in hand and the movie starting, he catches a last glimpse out the window of the kids running down the street. maybe halloween isn’t just for the kids after all—maybe it’s for the kid in both of you too.

DIRECTOR'S NOTE:

halloween '24 done!! yay!!

time to get back to my other series lmao

bonus drabbles coming soon

borders are by @saradika-graphics!

© sirhamburrger 2024

[lance-space-mommy]

Thirst Traps

Mina was devilishly tapping her fingers together as she stared at Midoriya. “Sorry, but you lost the bet.”

“I didn’t even agree to the bet,” argued Midoriya nervously, not recalling Mina even stating it was a bet.

“Nonsense,” hushed Mina, rising from where she was sitting to grab her phone that was currently charging.

Midoriya groaned from where he was sitting. The sound caught the attention of Uraraka who was returning to the common room from filling up her water bottle. “Deku? What’s wrong?”

Midoriya looked up at Uraraka in despair. “It’s Mina.”

“What is she up to this time,” remarked Uraraka with an amused grin.

“She’s forcing me to do something because I lost a bet I never agreed to,” explained Midoriya weakly, sinking into the couch in despair. When it came to Mina, nothing could be done once she had an idea.

Uraraka nodded, sitting down next to Midoriya. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Besides, it’s not like she can force you to do anything outside the dorms.”

Relaxing a bit at the reminder it was storming outside, Midoriya took a sip out of his water bottle. “You’re right. It can’t be that bad right? She’ll probably force me to play a little prank on someone or something.”

“Probably, either that or she’ll make you do her homework,” laughed Uraraka, recalling how Mina once tried getting Momo to do her work but was forced to have a tutoring session instead.

Mina rushed back in with her phone and a bright smile. “I want you to recreate this!”

Midoriya raised a brow, letting Mina squish onto the couch with him and Uraraka. Mina had a video pulled up and it was some guy standing in heavy rain strutting, doing air splits, and backflips over music.

Uraraka couldn’t hold back her laugh. Mina immediately proved the both of them wrong when they assumed the dare would be her usual silly antics.

“I can’t do that! I’m going to fall! Besides, if anyone sees me out there-!” argued Midoriya in a panic, trying to do whatever it took to get out of this.

Mina shook her head and pressed a finger against Midoriya’s lips to silence him. “Nope. Look, I’ll be nice, and I won’t force you to wear the big fluffy coat and ripped jeans.”

Midoriya sighed in defeat, not seeing much harm in the dare when no lightning was outside. The only risk was him getting sick and he decided to set down some conditions of his own.

“Have a towel and warm tea prepared for me. If I end up getting sick you owe me katsudon until I’m recovered,” ordered Midoriya, willing to do the dare, but wanting to have some say in what happened.

Mina extended her deal with a wide smile. “Deal! Uraraka, would you be an angel and grab that stuff? I’m going to go out to record this!”

Midoriya wilted, forgetting that Mina loved having everything on her phone. He couldn’t blame her though, some of these simple funny moments were nice to look back on when things got rough. Uraraka smirked and threw herself up. “Fine, but I’m going to need that video for myself.”

Kirishima was curious about what was going on and approached Uraraka. “Hey, where are Mina and Midoriya heading off to?”

Uraraka crossed her arms with a grin. “Mina is forcing Midoriya to recreate some video out in the storm.”

“No way! I gotta see this!” laughed Kirishima, immediately pulling out his phone and texting one of his multiple group chats. He sent the quick message “Come down to the common room immediately, it's important,” to Kaminari, Sero, Bakugo, and Jiro.

Kaminari and Sero came down along with Sato, Ojiro, and Tokoyami. Jiro came down with Momo and Hagakure, and Bakugo came down alone. It seemed that Bakugo thought it was something serious because he practically exploded when he saw the rest of the class wasn’t there.

“What the hell Shitty Hair?” shouted Bakugo, immediately sending off some small explosions.

“Woah man, calm down! Everyone, follow me to the window!” instructed Kirishima, not trying to set Bakugo off even more.

It only took seconds for the group to understand why Kirishima told them to come down urgently. Mina and Midoriya were standing in the open field as rain was crashing down. Mina had her phone held up while Midoriya was doing mind-boggling flips toward her.

While Midoriya could do a perfect split, he had trained kicking enough that he could fake it. If he did an air split fast enough, no one would be able to tell his left leg didn’t perfectly come up all the way. When Midoriya reached Mina he managed to land his last flip without falling and went straight into a backflip.

Once Midoriya stuck the landing of his back flip he took in a quick breath, jumped into the air and shot his legs out, faking the split like a pro.

Mina collapsed to the ground, cackling. Midoriya crossed his arms and looked up at the sky that was dark and pouring down rain. Midoriya then looked down at Mina, said something, and suddenly Mina was sprinting back toward the dorm building.

Uraraka was already standing by the door with towels and warm tea waiting for them in the kitchen. Mina launched herself inside, the rain covering her face and mixing with her tears. “My phone!”

“Yeah, that’s my bad,” chuckled Midoriya, knowing that they had to retake the dance at least ten times before he got it right.

Walking further into the dorm, planning on going to the kitchen, the two froze when they saw the large group standing near the windows. Only the group was staring at them in disbelief and glee.

Midoriya bolted off before anyone could even ask him where he learned how to do any of that. Mina on the other hand didn’t stick around because she had to make sure her phone was okay. She couldn’t lose the video after just getting it!

Midoriya was fresh out of the shower when he texted Uraraka that he was sorry for not sticking around for the tea she made him. It seemed that Uraraka didn’t mind too much, even going as far as to say she’d reheat it and send someone up to deliver it to him.

Feeling bad and not wanting her to go out of her way to do something she didn’t have to, Midoriya frantically typed it wasn’t necessary and it was no big deal. A knock interrupted Midoriya’s guilt as he stared at the typing bubble from Uraraka. Rising from where he was sitting, Midoriya approached his door and pulled it open.

Bakugo stood in the doorway with a wide smirk. “So Izuku. Care to explain?”

Midoriya yelped, backing into his room. “Kacchan! What are you doing here?”

“Pink Cheeks. Now, tell me why you were out there performing like a goddamn acrobat,” demanded Bakugo, inviting himself in with two cups of tea.

“It’s really not as interesting as you may think. Mina told me I lost a bet and she dared me to recreate a video,” elaborate Midoriya swiftly, not wanting to beat around the bush when it came to Bakugo.

“Go figure. Why do you always manage to get wrapped up in her dumb schemes,” grumbled Bakugo, crashing onto Midoriya's bed.

Midoriya smiled a bit, looking at his desk where Bakugo managed to put down the tea without him noticing. “If I knew how, I wouldn't have been out there.”

Bakugo scoffed, staring at Midoriya where he was standing. “Where the hell did you learn how to do a split?”

“I can’t really do a split, but after using my legs so much I guess I got more flexible,” assumed Midoriya. He didn’t know how he managed to get so limber. He did his usual stretches to avoid injuries but didn’t go out of his way to work on flexibility.

“It sure as hell looked like a split to me,” argued Bakugo. It didn’t take a genius to see a true split.

Midoriya smiled, sitting next to Bakugo on the bed. “When the rain clears up we can head to the gym and see for sure.”

“Alright, just don’t cry when you find out I’m right,” professed Bakugo confidently, making a home on Midoriya’s bed.

“You’re an idiot,” laughed Midoriya, finally lying down next to Bakugo.

“Shut up!”

[floofysmallbob]

rockin’ redesign for the best girl!

let’s fucking gooooooo it’s finally time for Jirou Kyoka to shine

I really really like this one, it’s got to be my favorite, and the most detailed, although that’s probably because I’m very much biased towards Jirou AND I’m alt, but still

So here’s Auscultate Hero: HeartBeats!

eeeeeee

actually punk/alt

leather jacket/pants for protection

brighter, patterned shirt

studded jacket

the jacket originally just came with the heart on the left breast and the back label of “Earphone Jack”, everything else was added by her and not the costume manufacturers

elbow/shoulder/knee pads(also studded!)

fanny pack bc I didn’t give her any storage

protective coverings for her earjacks

same as with Ojiro, her quirk relies on her (frankly kinda fragile) earjacks, you sure as hell don’t want them getting injured

fishnet gloves

speakers on wrist amplify in all directions instead of just directly forward

combat boots

detachable speakers

not visible but there are also speakers on the back of her boots

speakers embedded into the soles

mic on the headphones that can amplify her voice to the speakers instead of her heartbeat if need be

COLD WEATHER VERSION:

longer jacket

longer shirt sleeves(not visible)

higher collar

thicker pants

darker earjack coverings

gloves

mesh turtleneck underlayer

headphones double as earmuffs

WARM WEATHER VERSION:

jacket has been replaced by a vest

looser shirt

shorter boots

oops I didn’t fix the shading on the boots but oh well

lighter earjack coverings

[needsmoresleepwrites]

Gift for eroda: “Ok, imagine this,” Toru tells them, her face pink and her nails lime green, “Imagine you’re stranded on an island, what would you bring with you?”. (TogaChako)

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tags: stranded on an island, friendship, beach fun, summer, manipulation, confusion

A/N: I like the idea of being ambiguous with the tags SO! be careful. It's rated M for stuff that's described towards the end

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00:10

They decide to go to the beach in the summer, the group of them that are able to escape their work responsibilities. Mina is crying into the phone as Momo tells Ochako that they’ll have to pass on this weekend trip, but don’t worry, we’ll make the next one! 

So it ends up being just her, Toru, Tsuyu, and Shouto. He looks slightly scandalized when he arrives and finds out that it wasn’t just Mina and Momo who couldn’t make it but also Iida, Ojiro, and Deku. He does try to escape, but considering it’s 3 against 1…well, the odds weren’t in his favor

Toru is the most excited, “We’ll get to show off the ikemen of our group! Everyone’s going to be so jealous!”

She hangs from his arm and pulls him back whenever he tries to slip away. 

  00:09

They stay in a cabin with two rooms and too many beds. 

“Do you think they’ll care if we move things around?” Tsuyu asks when Toru starts telling Shouto to help move all the beds together. 

Ochako grins as she takes up the opposite end of one of the bed frames, “I’m sure it’ll be fine. We’ll just put everything back to where it was before.”

Shouto does as he’s told but can’t help but ask, “Why exactly do we have to do all this?”

“Because it’s a sleepover!” Toru exclaims, “And you’re our Plus One! It’ll be so fun! We’ll play games and tell stories and paint each other's nails!”

Shouto sighs but doesn’t argue. Tsuyu wonders aloud, “What color do you think will look best on him?”

Ochako wipes her forehead, “Red!”

Toru adds, “A green would look nice too.”

Tsuyu nods, “We should do both colors.”

Shouto looks at his fingers, then at the girls in the room and sighs in resignation.

  00:08

After they finish re-arranging the beds, they change into their bathing suits, grab some of the swimming supplies the cabin has in storage, and head over to the public beach area. 

They manage to find a nice spot and Toru lays down a blanket. She turns to Shouto and grins, handing him a bottle of sunscreen, “Can you put some on my back?”

He takes the bottle and nods.

Toru kneels down on the towel and moves her hair to the side. She’s grinning and gives Ochako and Tsuyu a thumbs up when she notices the nearby beach goers whispering and looking their way. Shouto seems oblivious to the attention, kneeling behind her and lathering up her back. 

Ochako giggles, whispering to Tsuyu, “He could pretend to look a bit more excited.”

Tsuyu laughs, “That’s part of his charm.”

Once Toru is all lathered up, she calls them over, “Ok Shouto, do them next!”

(She excitedly volunteers to do his back, even when he counters that he has a sweater and doesn’t need it)

  00:07

Toru struts around the beach, befriending almost everyone and with the sun glowing on her clear skin and messy curls, she has everyone’s attention. 

Shouto volunteers to stay behind while they all go have fun. 

Ochako and Tsuyu grab the surf boards they found at the cabin and run into the sea. They’ve never actually gone surfing but it’s probably not that hard to do

(They find out quickly that it IS hard)

  00:06

Ochako falls a total of six times and it’s on the last that she feels something… grab her. She’s not the only one to notice. Shouto, who had been content to stay out of the water and text on his phone, runs over to help her. They drag the board with them and Tsuyu comes over after she’s resurfaced from her own fall

Ochako winces when she shows them the side of her stomach. There are three scratch marks and they’ve all drawn blood. Not a lot. It’s just a surface wound and they’re sure that if she cleans it off, it’ll stop

“What happened?” Shouto asks, his eyes scanning the area. There are people swimming and splashing but none close enough to where the two were attempting to surf. 

“I-I think someone grabbed me…”

Toru barrels into them, her cheeks flushed and eyes worried, “Are you ok?!”

Since the wound is minor, they all return to playing. Shouto gets roped in by the three of them and they learn that he’s the only one of their group who can surf

This time, they’re part of the beach goers who gawk

(Toru, prepared as always, snaps a selfie at the perfect moment: it shows the three of them grinning and Shouto in the distance, his demeanor cool and aloof)

  00:05

They make it back to the cabin in the evening with bags full of drinks, snacks, and some ointment. They settle around the beds piled together in the living area and Toru exclaims that she’ll paint one of Shouto’s hands red. 

“You should do the other in green,” she tells Tsuyu. 

Tsuyu cocks her head, “Wouldn’t it look better if we alternate the colors?”

Ochako is cleaning her wounds, wincing slightly, but agrees, “It’ll look more balanced that way.”

Shouto lets them paint his nails and even asks them to take a picture when they’re done. 

He sends the picture to his brother with the manicure emoji. 

His brother sends him a picture of the bird, his nails black. 

But he doesn’t see the message until the next morning because he’s roped into helping the girls paint their nails. 

(When they’re done, they take a selfie with all their hands posed in front of them: Shouto’s are red and mossy green, Tohru’s are lime green, Ochako’s are pink and blue, and Tsuyu’s are 3 different shades of green. Shouto sends that one too.)

  00:04

“Ok, imagine this,” Toru tells them, her face pink and her nails lime green, “Imagine you’re stranded on an island, what would you bring with you?”

“My phone,” Shouto tells them, “So I can call for help.”

Toru laughs, “That’s not a good answer! Take a drink!”

His brows furrow, “Why isn’t it a good answer?”

“What if your phone is dead? Then what? There’s no electricity!”

He’s already holding the shot, “It’ll be charged.”

Tsuyu asks, “What’s your battery at now?”

He grumbles when he shows his phone’s battery at 14%. He takes a drink.

“A motorboat,” Tsuyu tells them, “with a lifejacket inside.”

Ochako and Toru both nod, “That’s a good answer!”

Shouto frowns, “I thought we could only take one thing.”

Ochako giggles, “Well, we didn’t specify …”

Toru, who has taken the most drinks so far, belly laughs, “A guitar!”

Tsuyu smiles, “Why a guitar?”

“So I can listen to music,” she tells them. 

Shouto nods, finding her answer acceptable, but Ochako asks, “Can you even play the guitar?”

Toru pauses and then laughs, “No!” She takes a drink. 

“It’s your turn now, Ochako-chan,” Tsuyu tells her. 

Ochako’s face is red. It has been since before they started drinking, “I think it would get lonely so…” Her face goes even redder, “Perhaps someone to spend time with…”

Toru waggles her brows, “ Someone? Anyone specific?”

Ochako laughs, “No, but, I mean, a cute girl would be nice. We could get to know each other.”

Tsuyu and Toru both nod and Shouto looks offended. 

“We can bring people?! ” 

The three of them laugh.

  00:03

Toru is the first to run to the bathroom after their little drinking game. Shouto looks unfazed but Tsuyu suspects he’s two seconds away from falling asleep. 

And Ochako…

She rubs her side, feeling it burn slightly. 

  00:02

They all end up falling asleep soon after, their bellies full of alcohol. 

They have two fans running. They did little to keep them cool while they played, but somehow (now) they cause Ochako’s skin to prickle. It feels like there’s something running along her body, some type of phantom touch. 

She unconsciously moves her hand across her body, her mind believing it’s some type of bug or web she can easily flick away. It works at first, but soon after the feeling returns. 

Sleep sticks to her eyes, but she opens her eyes a crack to find something shimmering. She groans, closing her eyes again

I can’t believe Toru’s hair is still so bright…

  00:01

Ochako wakes in a panic, her body bracing for an impact that never comes. Her eyes fly open and it’s only when she finds her bearings that she calms. Her panic is quickly replaced by confusion when she finds she’s the only one on the pile of beds. Her friends have disappeared. 

In their place is a giggle that echoes in the cabin. It’s coming from out front and she wonders if she’s woken up too late. 

She tries to check the clock on the wall she’d seen when they’d arrived, but finds it missing. Her phone is also nowhere near her. That same giggle comes again and she stretches on the bed, did someone come by the cabin? She doesn’t recognize the voice

When she finally finds the energy to get out of bed, she shivers at how cold the floor is. She tiptoes to the bathroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth. She calls out to her friends while she’s still drying her face, but nobody answers her

Instead, when she opens the door, she comes face to face with a blonde girl with golden eyes. She’s grinning wide and her pale cheeks have a heavy blush on them.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Ochako-chan!”

  00:00

Ochako…doesn’t know how to react, so she furrows her brows and asks, “Who…are you?”

But the girl doesn’t hesitate. She grabs Ochako’s hand and pulls her out of the bathroom. Ochako shivers at how cold everything feels, but doesn’t pull away…even though she’s never met this girl, she doesn’t feel like she’s in danger. She feels calm, if slightly confused.

The girl pulls her onto the beds again and they bounce slightly. She giggles and when they settle down, the girl looks at her dreamily, “It’s me, Ochako-chan, Himiko! Call me Himiko, okay?”

Ochako smiles back at her, nodding, “Alright…Himiko-chan.”

Himiko’s face somehow gets even redder and it makes Ochako blush as well. 

“H-Himiko-chan, where is everyone?”

Himiko’s smile becomes smaller, more intimate somehow, and when she says, “It’s just me and you today” Ochako shivers. It feels exactly like the night before when she’d felt something crawling against her skin. 

  00:00:02

Ochako changes out of her pajamas. Yes, that must be what happens. 

Himiko is already wearing a black two-piece that makes her pale skin even whiter. She has a sheer cover-top over it. It’s open in the front but trails behind her when she stands to grab the nail polish they’d all left by the kitchen counter. 

Ochako is wearing a yellow swimsuit she doesn’t remember buying. 

She wonders where she got it and then remembers. 

Himiko places the swimsuit against her clothed body and grins, “This color would look good on you!”

Ochako grabs the hanger, contemplating, “Really? I don’t usually wear yellow…”

Himiko nods, dragging her to the changing room.

  00:00:07

“Let’s pretend,” Himiko tells her when she once more jumps onto the beds. She seems to float toward Ochako, “that we’re the only two on this island, ok, Ochako-chan?”

Ochako lays her hands on Himiko’s lap and grins, “Why are we pretending?”

Her nails are the natural shade of pink flesh. 

She blinks at them a few times. Had she…taken off the polish?

Himiko cups her cheeks and Ochako blushes when she notices they’re much closer together. 

“Because, Ochako-chan,” she feels Himiko’s whispered voice embrace her. It echoes off the cabin walls, “you said you wanted a cute girl to spend time with. Aren’t I the cutest? After you that is…”

Their lips are so close that it would take just a second to lean in

  00:00:08

Himiko’s lips are cold but smooth. 

The inside of her mouth is sweet but dry. 

Himiko bites her and there’s blood in their mouths. She whines Ochako’s name between their gasps. 

  00:00:07

“Let’s pretend, ok?” Himiko tells her and Ochako nods. 

  00:00:09

They paint their nails. The pads of Ochako’s fingers become red, the blood bright under Himiko’s hands. Her nails are pink. When Himiko blows on her fingers, Ochako has a sense of deja vu

She’s sure that Toru did this last night. Didn’t we choose two colors?

But when Himiko makes eye contact with her, she forgets. 

“Do you like them, Ochako-chan? I’ve been practicing!”

Ochako smiles at her and nods, “You could be a professional! I’ll paint yours. What color do you want?”

  00:00:06

They choose red. 

“I love the color red,” Himiko tells her against her skin, “It reminds me so much of blood.”

Ochako laughs, shaking the bottle. 

“You’ll look so cute in red, Himiko-chan.”

She paints and paints and paints

  00:00:10

“What else do you like, Ochako-chan?” Himiko asks as they walk along the beach. The sun is already shining brightly in the sky, but the sand is warm, even a bit cool.

Ochako digs her toes into the sand as they go. It helps cool her feverish skin.

They’re holding hands, bright pink intertwined with pale fleshiness. 

There’s a breeze that makes Himiko’s cover-up dance, but Ochako barely feels it. 

She laughs, “Himiko-chan, how can you not know? We’ve been friends for ages!”

Himiko’s grin is wide when she pulls Ochako close. 

“That’s right! We have been. I know everything about you, Ochako-chan!”

  00:00:08

Himiko’s lips are bold and demanding. They devour Ochako.

They slip under her clothes, under her skin, and glide across blood and muscle and tissue and even her soul. 

  00:00:11

They swim in the beach and Ochako carries Himiko on her shoulders, dunking her in the water. There’s nobody else around to play with. 

Ochako has the vague sense that they should be surfing. She’s sure they had surf boards in the cabin’s storage, but when she turns to look for it, it’s gone. 

There’s only sand, palm trees, and a single willow tree. It looks wrong somehow and the roots look dry. They extend out along the beach, as if they’re hoping for a drink, but stop just before reaching their destination. 

They look like hands. So many of them reaching…

Himiko sticks herself to Ochako’s back and Ochako loses her balance. They laugh 

  00:00:05

It’s a cabin. It’s not as warm as Ochako recalls. The wood splinters and she winces when one gets stuck on her palm. 

Himiko stares at her hand intently and offers to help her. 

Ochako winces when they finally get it out and a bit of blood trickles out. 

Himiko licks the droplet and grins, “All better, right?”

  00:00:59

They sit outside in the sun, their bodies lathered in sunscreen. Ochako thinks she’ll get sunburned but Himiko looks as pale as ever, almost like the sun doesn’t reach her. 

Himiko’s hand is placed possessively on her side and it’s the only place that burns. The rest of Ochako’s body is cold. 

They’re talking about her friends…their friends…right? Ochako wonders once again where they’ve gone. Did they go to the store? It hasn’t been very long. She’ll introduce…

No, Himiko has been with them before. She’ll tell them she changed her mind. That her job let her come over and she…she came to meet them…this morning…

“They’re so obvious,” Ochako tells her with a grin, “We all think they should just start dating already!”

But Himiko knows this already, she’d been there after all…

Himiko’s teeth are as white as the rest of her, “Should we date, Ochako-chan?”

No. Not entirely white. There’s a rudyness there. 

She leans in close and Ochako feels herself falling. Himiko has no scent, even after playing in the sand and the sea. Even after running and working up a sweat. Even after Ochako spent so long painting her nails

  00:00:08

Himiko’s body is light and if Ochako hadn’t been clinging to her so tightly, she thinks it would have been just a dream. 

But the way Himiko touches her is real. 

She feels it at her core

  00:00:07

“Let’s pretend,” Himiko whispers into her ear. 

Ochako’s face is red. The hands have reached out further. A gnarly fingertip touches the surface of the water. 

It’s so close.

“Let’s pretend it’s just the two of us, stranded.”

  00:00:01

Himiko’s giggle echoes in the cabin. 

Ochako yawns and smiles when her blonde girlfriend buries her face against her side. 

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[itsnothingofinterest]

So I'd normally like to do a quick prediction post for 397 after Hori's week off, but I don’t think we’re deep enough in the fight for any kind of major upset or development worth predicting.

So in lieu of that: maybe it could also be fun to guess which students All Might will use gadgets based on in the upcoming chapters and what form those inspirations would take.

Maybe some Koda themed bird-drones for cover, distractions, and other useful things.

A Todoroki themed flamethrower seams easy enough to make,

As does an Aoyama themed chest laser like Iron Man (there's even an indent in the Iron might armor for it),

And some Iida themed jets for speed...more jets than he's already using to fly I mean

Some Shoji themed extra robo-arms for extra punches could be fun.

He's already got the super legs for some Tsuyu-based super jumps,

And the wires to transfer Jirou themed sonic attacks through.

An Ojiro themed robo tail seems easy enough, even if I'm not sure what use it'd have,

But it could shift into something Dark Shadow shaped, maybe some kind of capture device.

Mina themed acid attacks are as simple as having acid stored somewhere, and his whole set up is detailed enough that they could be anywhere (maybe to slow regen down some more),

And some similarly stored balls covered in purple glue could work for an attack themed on the one who must not be named.

The Tooru function could be as simple as any kind of stealth function; which I think would be really useful,

And similarly, the Bakugou function could simply be some kind of explosives, preferably (but not necessarily) launched from his palm.

(Sadly I can't really come up with anything for Uraraka or Momo; their quirks are either to all-purpose to name one thing or seem beyond the realms of technology even in this sci-fi setting. Also I'm just gonna call Hercules Red the Kirishima move. Sound good? Good.)

Man listing all these possibilities out; I’m excited to see what he uses.

...Ah what the heck; some quick general prediction wouldn't hurt: I still aminly think it’ll mostly just be All Might & AFO fighting some more, but a bit or backstory or something's not off the table. But I think the most likely kind of upset we're looking at is maybe the chapter ending with All Might looking like he's on the ropes. (He'll get past it though, don't worry.)

Though if I may give one crazy prediction for the road: I do wanna gesture vaguely at my hope for the two of them to get warped to UA to turn the finale into a cool Deku & All Might vs AFO vs Shigaraki show-down. Because I still think it would be really cool for all of them to be in the same place to talk, fight, or beat up AFO together.

[mha-quotes-and-such]

Hey! Can you rate class 1-A + LoV on how good at swimming you think they are? Love your blog!

Oh this is an interesting sort for sure! I think the best way to sort this would be three categories: Good Swimmers, Ok Swimmers, and Bad Swimmers/Cant Swim

Tsuyu would obviously be the best swimmer out of everyone, and I think Kirishima would be good because hes very sporty and swimming is great training. Midoriya I think would be good too as he seems like the type to really like single-person sports/exercises. Ojiro I think would be good because he could use his tail to paddle like a dolphin, and Shoji because he can use arms similarly. I think Uraraka would be good too as (at least where I’m from) public pools are a really common and low cost alternative to summer camps/daycares for children. As for the league I think Magne and Toga would be good simply because I say so. They have the vibe

As for bad swimmers, I think Todoroki would be a bad swimmer because of his sheltered childhood. Dabi would also be bad for similar reasons but also because I think strenuous activity in water would be a sensory nightmare on his scars. Iida would be a bad swimmer too since I think his legs would be weighed down too much by his engines. While I dont think Hagakure would be generally a bad swimmer, I think it might be hard for her to orient herself in some swimming/diving techniques due to her invisibility. Shigaraki is a terrible swimmer because have you seen him? That guy refuses to touch water. Kurogiri is too because I Dont Know if he can actually go into water

Besides that everyone else is just alright at swimming!

[phobiaoftickles]

Chase

Tickletober day 2: Chase

Summary: Denki and Kirishima decided to prank Bakugo, but what they have in store will make them not do that again.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!!!” Everyone could hear Kirishima and Denki cussing whilst running for their lives with an angry hero behind him, which, unbeknownst, was Bakugo.

“Isn’t this like, what, their 5th time pranking Bakugo?” Mina asked looking back to see them pass the livingroom, but they never came.

“Yeah, you’d think the 1st time, Kacchan would’ve killed them, let alone give them so many warnings.” Deku held his body, shivering at the memory that was bestowed upon him. He, infact, was tortued by Bakugo growing up, wether it be tickling or murder, he would’ve done it. Bakugo only tickles him if Deku’s being annoying and/or pranks him. So he was confused when Bakugo gave the ketchup and mustard duo so many warnings.

“GET BACK HERE YOU TWO!!! YOU GUYS GOT YOURSELF INTO THIS MESS, AND YOU CAN’T EVEN GET YOURSELF OUT?! PATHETIC!!” Bakugo laughed, while he was flying in the air by his explosions coming out of his hands. Denki and Kirishima didn’t know what was gonna happen, all they knew was they better run, and run fast.

They were jumping over furniture, dodging students, being scared out of their mind, with an angry Bakugo behind them with pink hair. Yes, they put pink hair dye in his shampoo bottle, classic prank done to the wrong person.

Kirishima decided to lose both of them and ran upstairs, Denki was way slower than the rock quirk teen, so Bakugo ran after the electricity one first.

“MINA! MINA! YOU GOTTA HELP ME PLEASE!! HE’S AFTER ME!!”

Denki ran behind her, using her as a shield, but she pushed him off saying, “Hell no, you guys got in this mess, not even I would go that far as to put pink hair dye in his shampoo.”

“Uhhh… UHHHHH….!” Denki was thinking the most out of the years he’s been at UA, this teen is scared of what’s to come. Then he decided to hide behind Deku. “ Midoriya! Please tell your friend to stop!!! Tell him I’m really sorry, and I won’t prank him ever again!!!”

“You better move, Deku. Remember last time you got in the way?” Deku squeeked and ran away to the other side of the livingroom.

“Don’t worry, Bakubro. I got him.” Sero came out of his sitting position on the couch to fire his tape, trapping him in a burrito.

“I need everyone to leave the room, I need to speak with Dunce face one on one.”

Oh no, Denki doesn’t like the sound of that. Mina, Deku, Sero, Jirou, Mineta, and Ojiro all got up and walked off.

“What do you think Bakugo’s gonna do to him?” Ojiro asked.

Deku knew, but he didn’t say anything, so Jirou piped up, “Probably gonna blast him a couple of times. Make him short circuit, but he’ll bounce back.”

Though, what came after wasn’t a scream of terror, it was scream of laughter. Everyone walking up the stairs didn’t know what was going on, so Sero decided to be brave and have a little peak, but was stopped by a greenette. “Don’t look, Sero, trust me, you wouldn’t like the consequences.”

So they all left to their rooms, while Bakugo was having his way with Denki.

“STOP!! FUHUHUHUHUCKING STOP!!! BAKUGOOOO! AHAHAHAHAH PLEASE!!” Bakugo was tickling the sides of Kaminari, making sure to use his blunt nails to dig in them.

Denki, whilst being tickled to death, was cursing the day he met Kirishima. Putting him in this situation, it was his idea as well, but the electric boy and the explosion boy both later teamed up on a certain red head.

[nerdranttheories]

Toshinori Yagi is a Heteromorph, but Quirkless

Nerd rant of the day! I’ve seen many different takes on All Might’s muscle form, arguing about whether it’s a part of One for All, is just a visual gag, or it’s a separate quirk entirely, that’s purely cosmetic in Toshinori’s case. I’ve had this theory for a while, but after seeing some videos on TikTok disagreeing over his secondary form, I’ve decided to publish this headcanon. I also have proof for this idea, so hold, please.

Firstly, I want to address the idea that All Might’s secondary form is just a visual gag, and not an actual thing that happens within the canon in the series. I can see why this would be an accepted headcanon, as it’s hard to explain this ability of All Might’s, when it has little to no explanation within the series. The often comedic times in which All Might changes also lend themselves to this idea, and make it hard to take his transformation seriously. However, there are instances where attention is called specifically to the transformation All Might partakes in. Well, and the gush of blood from his mouth every single time he reverts to his smaller form prove that there’s definitely a physical change going on.

With the idea that the transformation is a canon thing he does in mind, I want to address the idea that All Might only recently started doing this transition, since his injury. Boku no Hero Vigilantes disproves this as we see a young All Might do the signature transformation. (However, I’m not sure of the canonicity of ‘Might Ears’ so perhaps this can be taken with a grain of salt.)

So what is this transformation? Izuku doesn’t do it so it’s not a part of One for All. Here’s where my theory comes into play.

We see several heteromorph characters, even within Izuku’s class. Shoji, Tokoyami, and Koda are the ones I am going to specifically refer to. There are other hetemorphs, like Ojiro and Hagakure, but in their case, their different anatomy is their quirk. To some extent, so is Shoji’s and Koda’s. However, Shoji’s unusual facial proportions aren’t connected to his quirk “dupli-arms”, and while Koda’s ears seem to play some factor in his “ani-speak” ability, from a scene later in the manga. (I won’t add it just in case for spoilers?) but his overall shape doesn’t seem to affect his ability much. And of course, Tokoyami’s ability is Dark Shadow, which really doesn’t explain why his head is shaped like a bird’s.

As such, my guess is there is some kind of classification system in place in the MHA society that places heteromorphism as a quirk or not, most likely due to usefulness. Hawk’s wings allow him to fly, while Tokoyami’s head doesn’t seem to give him an advantage in any way.

Having said all that, I think All Might’s transformation, as well as his eyes, place him as a heteromorph. The eyes I’ll explain a different day, so as not to clutter this post too much. Flexing muscles does make them stronger, but in Toshinori’s case it may be that the transformation doesn’t add any extra strength outside of that, and so he’s considered quirkless. It’s only with One for All that he gets that super-strength. But his different biology may be part of why he was able to accept OfA without the same difficulties Izuku experienced, because it’s never mentioned that All Might has the same toe thing Izuku does. (You’d think if he did, his tailor (and David Shield!!!) would have noticed (which of course could just be the author forgetting but for now I’ll use it as support)) which adds even more to the idea that he’s a heteromorph, just not classified as having a quirk.

[makethiscanon]

The Roommate [Ojiro x Fem!Reader: part 1]

Rating: G Word Count: 2400 Tags: First-meetings, Language Barriers, Misunderstandings, Comfort, Slow-burn, third-person POV, Isekai, English-speaking reader, Class 1-A shenanigans, multi-chapter. Warnings: none.

Happy birthday, tailbean 💖 Have another forgotten WIP to celebrate~

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When Ojiro woke that morning in Heights Alliance, he did not expect to find a girl asleep next to him. The shock sent him falling out of bed.

Looking up at her from the cold, hard floor, he had to rub his eyes to double-check he wasn't dreaming, then thanked his lucky stars that she was in a deep, deep sleep for all the ruckus he'd made.

He was at a loss for what to do, though. If someone found out there was a girl in his room... his classmates, he could just about handle but if the teachers—if Aizawa—found out. It wasn’t worth imagining.

But before that, first and foremost, he wanted to know how she'd got here. Just who was she?

At a glance, she looked foreign. Perhaps European or American – though it was hard to be sure when Quirks often altered appearances in unusual ways.

At least she didn’t seem to be a threat.

Though perhaps it was silly of him to judge that solely on the fact she was sleeping peacefully in his bed. He assumed anyone out to harm him or his classmates would have found it harder to fall asleep next to him.

Feeling dazed, concerned and very confused, Ojiro did what he thought was right and got her a drink of water. He couldn’t leave her sleeping, but depending on her reasons for being in his bed, a glass of water might make for a good peace offering.

Leaving it on the nightstand, he took a deep breath then crouched down beside her, then gently shook her to rouse her awake.

“Hey, hello?”

She stirred. With a soft groan, she crinkled her brows and tried to roll over but he kept her still. With another moan, unable to get comfortable, she woke.

Ojiro felt nervous as she blinked herself awake with slow, sleepy bats of her eyelashes. Then she seemed to realise something wasn’t right. Her brows crinkled further. Her gaze focused on him. Then all of a sudden she shot up like a bolt, yelping as she backed against the wall, like she expected danger.

Though Ojiro fell backwards in alarm, banging his tail bone as he hit the floor, he quickly raised his hands to try to defuse the situation.

“Please don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe."

Instead of looking relieved to hear it, the girl seemed to grow more distressed. Ojiro wasn’t sure why, until she spoke and he couldn’t understand her. Definitely foreign, then. This was making less and less sense, the more he learned.

Reaching into the depths of his Pro Hero Rescue training, Ojiro forced a smile to his face to show her she was okay. Only, when he began to get up from the floor, feeling a sting in his lower back from hitting the deck, she spoke again and he didn’t need to know what she was saying to hear the horror in her voice.

She started pointing like she was looking at a ghost, then tried to back up even further against the wall. At first, Ojiro thought she was pointing at him, then looked behind to see if anyone was there, because surely she couldn’t see him as a threat, but with no one else around, she had to be pointing at him.

“What?” He asked, confused. He didn’t dare move in case she could see something he couldn’t. He swished his tail across the floor, experimentally checking for something unseen, but she squeaked again, pointing at his tail.

“Wait, this?”

He pulled himself up then turned his back on her to give her a full view of his Quirk. He heard the way her words caught in her throat. She stuttered but didn’t say anything more. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her genuine terror.

“It’s just my tail,” he muttered. He swayed it back and forth, letting her get a closer look if she wanted to. But she stayed rigidly pinned to the wall. He turned to face her fully and she flinched. “Don’t you have a Quirk?”

She didn’t seem to. At the very least, she didn’t have a mutation Quirk. Ojiro wanted to ask her many things but the language barrier was proving to be problematic. He couldn’t figure out which language she spoke and it certainly didn’t help that she panicked and flailed as soon as he stepped half an inch towards her, grabbing his pillow like some kind of blockade.

“You really don’t know what’s going on, do you?” He asked. Despite not knowing the circumstances, he found himself feeling sorry for her. Sure, he was confused, but by her reaction, there was definitely something worse happening on her end. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you.”

He reached for the glass of water on the nightstand then crouched down and offered it to her, tucking in his tail to seem less of a threat. He wasn’t used to feeling like a threat, at all. People rarely paid him any attention. He spent a lot of time trying to seem bigger and better, so this approach was rather new to him. But he stayed small, and smiled, and held the drink out for her like an olive branch.

“If you’re thirsty, you can have it.”

She eyed the glass suspiciously. He chewed his lip, wondering how to go about this. He wasn’t going to get anywhere at this rate. Then, struck by inspiration, he lifted the glass to his lips then took a small sip.

“See?” He said afterwards, opening his mouth so she could see he had swallowed. “It’s just water.”

He held it out to her again. Seemingly, it was enough to convince her that she was in no immediate danger. She relaxed, her face softening as she unstuck from the wall and released his pillow from her panicking death-grip. She took the glass.

Ojiro smiled as she took a sip then ran his hand through his hair. At least she was down from the immediate shock but as far as answers went, he was no closer to solving the mystery of her appearance. If only he could talk to her. Even if she knew nothing, at least they would be on the same page about it.

Then he realised. There was someone in this very building who might be able to help.

“Stay here.” He said suddenly, turning on his heel to go. Then he caught his mistake and turned back to her, miming as best he could for her to wait where she was. “Stay there. I’m coming back.”

She nodded slowly, unsurely, but pulled his pillow back into her lap as if she intended to be there for a while. He took that to mean she understood, then headed out.

He took the elevator down to the second floor then dashed for Aoyama’s room. It was a slim chance that his foreign classmate would just so happen to speak the same foreign language as the mystery girl, but given that Aoyama was bilingual, he was possibly the best shot Ojiro had.

He knocked on the door then waited, then waited some more, knocked once more then decided Aoyama wasn’t in. Cursing his luck, he headed back to the elevator and decided to try the common room. Perhaps Aoyama was having breakfast. He wasn’t the type to do early morning training, and even though it was the weekend, the shops weren't open yet. So hopefully Aoyama was still here.

When he got downstairs, it seemed everyone else was already awake and up to their antics.

“Morning, Ojiro!” Called Ashido as she led Iida, Sero and Yaoyorozu in their daily stretches. Many sets of eyes fell on him, alerted by Ashido’s welcome. Drat. For once, he wanted to blend into the background. He gave an awkward wave in greeting then kept his head low as he made for the kitchen where Hagakure was waiting on a cup-o-noodle to brew.

“You okay, Ojiro? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She bounded over to him and clicked her invisible fingers close to his face as if to snap him awake. He appreciated the gesture, well aware he was spacing out as a slow dread simmered inside him, but felt happier to offload his predicament onto her in the hopes of gaining some clarity.

“There’s a girl in my bed…” he muttered, only loud enough for her to hear. But had he wanted to keep it a secret, he should have thought to tell Hagakure in private. She tended to be overdramatic. Now was no exception.

“No way! You’re kidding! Ojiro, I didn’t think you had it in you!”

His eyes blew wide when he realised Hagakure thought she was there by his doing.

“It’s nothing like that.” He hissed, willing her to lower her voice as an embarrassed blush turned the tips of his ears red. But the damage was done. News travelled fast. Rumour travelled faster. And nothing was a secret when he shared a building with nineteen classmates, most of whom were currently in the common area, forever on high alert for juicy gossip.

“What’s this? Ooo, tell us. Tell us.” Ashido squeaked, abandoning her fitness session to eavesdrop. Hagakure pressed her hands to her mouth, realising she had made a scene. But it was too late to hide it now, and actually in a bizarre situation such as this, more heads could be better.

“Something strange has happened,” Ojiro began, noting that for once he had the attention of the room. “But I don’t know how it happened, and I did not have any part in it so please don’t ask the obvious question.” He pursed his lips, wondering if telling his classmates was worth the earache. But his aloofness had them on tender hooks. They might well tackle him if he kept his thoughts to himself now. “There’s a girl in my bed.”

As to be expected, the room split into distinct reactions. Shocked silence hit some, catcalls came from others, and many asked the question he had told them not to ask.

“Who is she?"

“I really don’t know.”

Ojiro was then hit by a barrage of questions that ended with the same answer: “I don’t know.”

Then, finally, when they seemed to have it all out of their systems, Ojiro decided to ask some questions instead.

“What should I do about her?”

He was surrounded by the girls in fearfully close proximity, as they had taken to his predicament like a fairy tale read at bedtime. He could see the nonsensical wonder in their eyes.

“Maybe she’s your soulmate.” Hagakure cooed, as she often let her imagination run away with her. Ochako and Ashido squealed at the idea, whereas Yaomomo – the girl with the most sensible head on her shoulders – pressed a finger to her lip in thought.

“Did you leave your balcony door unlocked? Perhaps she slipped in during the night.”

“Because she’s his soulmate.” Hagakure reiterated, hoping to have everyone accept her bizarre theory.

“Maybe she was running away from someone and just happened to pick Ojiro’s room to camp out for a bit?” Jirou wondered aloud, though she frowned as she said it like she didn’t quite believe her own idea.

“Why don’t you go and ask her?” Tsuyu croaked, never one to beat around the bush. Ojiro nodded, glad someone was talking rationally, only he had to confess he had already tried that approach.

“I did. But she doesn’t speak Japanese.”

“She’s awake right now?”

He could hear the excitement in Hagakure’s voice. He raised both hands to cut her off before she asked to see her.

“She seems on edge. My tail freaked her out. I don’t think seeing you will help.”

Or not seeing her, as the case was.

“Wait, what?” Ashido frowned. “Why did your tail freak her out? Did you do something weird?”

It was lucky for Ashido that she could not see Hagakure’s expression. She did not see the look of insult flash across her face.

“Ojiro would never! If you ask me, that girl lucked out. She’s in the safest place she could possibly be. Imagine if she’d wound up in Mineta’s bed!”

Although Ojiro appreciated Hagakure coming to his defence, he felt a sting of embarrassment. Perhaps it was because he had just been complimented for his kindness. Perhaps it was because Hagakure had just inadvertently called him a prude.

Either way, he hurried the conversation along, aware the girl might be back to panicking up in his room, or worse she might have fled. He didn’t know her, but it didn’t sit right if she was as disorientated as he believed her to be, running about in a place where she couldn’t speak the language.

“Has anyone seen Aoyama this morning?”

As if he had been waiting to hear his name, the blonde Frenchman pirouetted out of nowhere through the crowd, pushing aside the girls so he could make his grand entrance.

“Moi? How can I be of assistance, Monsieur Ojiro?” Sometimes it amazed Ojiro how much Aoyama enjoyed being the centre of attention. Actually, he liked it about him. They were like two sides of the same blonde coin – the dazzling and the dulled. If someone were to fuse them, they might end up as a person with a regular amount of attention.

“Do you think you can translate for me?”

Aoyama blew him a well-meant kiss.

“You say she is foreign? Then of course. I will do my best to interpret her every word.”

It took a while longer to leave the common room while Ojiro convinced the girls not to follow him upstairs, assuring them he would keep them up to date as long as they did not invade his room in a surprise attack, but when he was done, he and Aoyama ventured up to his room as he explained all that he knew. Even if that was very little.

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Part 2: [Coming soon]

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[mashoji]

“Ojiro is not plain”

Sure, valid opinion 100%, he’s a unique being as all other characters.

H O W E V E R, the entire reason I love Ojiro is BECAUSE he’s so average. Someone once said to me in response of saying “My fav thing about him is that he’s so plain and average. So awesome, so perfect” was "”my favorite thing about him is that he's obscenely uninteresting"” and i was like YES!! EXACTLY!! MY FAVOURITE THING ABOUT HIM THAT MAKES HIM SO AMAZING AND INTERESTING IS THAT HE’S NOT! I’m a sucker for him because of how average he is.

Call me Saiki K fr