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mha-grievances · 2 years ago

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Another character I’m interested in your opinion on. And if you already did her, feel free to say so.

I love Uraraka as a character and, even if the show itself fades into obscurity,I’m not sure that will go away, she leaves that positive of an impact on me. But to be honest, I feel opposite about certain things with her as opposed to how the fandom thinks of her. And do you have any ideas on how to improve or different ideas for her?

There’s one thing I still don’t get or understand, and maybe you can help explain (or maybe nothing to explain at all). In the beginning of the manga, Uraraka states she went to U.A so she can get a good, paying job for her parents. (And I think that’s such a realistic and relatable motive).

But after the Overhaul raid, there’s that scene where Uraraka says she wants to help people when she’s talking to Aizawa, which overtime paved the way to “Who Helps The Heroes When They Need Help?” (Something that’s also completely in character of her.) But I heard from a lot of fans saying how that’s peak character development for her, changing her focus being a hero for money to wanting to help others. Even Horikoshi went in on this, using Aizawa to comment on how Uraraka “grew up” after the 1-A vs 1-B fight.

And I’m over here thinking, “…has anyone been paying attention to her at all?” Our introduction to her is literally her saving a stranger from face planting just because. She’s always shown to want to care and look out for others. The flashback of her as a child showed helping people and making them happy and smiling is in her nature. She wants to be a RESCUE hero. This isn’t a shift in her character whatsoever, it’s been established from the first season who she is. Why are we all of a sudden treating like it’s something revolutionary? What’s wrong with her wanting to have both goals?

Another thing I feel in the minority about is her dynamic with Toga.

I hate it. Both Toga and their “relationship”, whatever that is.

I don’t understand how they are suppose to be each other’s foils. All I see in Toga is a collection of fetishes that’s given a name and a sad backstory that is suppose to shield her for her selfish desires and psychotic behavior, but fails miserably. The only connection they have is crushing on the same guy. And because Toga’s crush is the only thing she has that makes her relevant at all, Uraraka is forced into the situations where Midoriya is the ONLY thing they talk about, further pushing that she’s nothing more than a love interest. So if anyone should be blamed for Uraraka for becoming nothing but a L.I, you should turn your frustrations to Toga. Uraraka has been trying to become more than just a girl with a crush on a boy.

Anyway, do you have ideas on what can be done to improve Uraraka? Such as have it to where instead of finding inspiration solely in Midoriya, she learns and finds inspiration from others? Or viceversa: we see more instances of people being motivated and look to her for guidance? Should she have a different villian? Things like that.

As a character, I like Ochako. She’s not in my top ten, but I find her to be well written and very sweet. Now, I do feel her motives have always been a combination of wanting to help people to see them smile (which is why she wants to go into the rescue work field) plus wanting to support her family, but the second part seems to be focused on more in the beginning while the first part is touched in the second half of the series. I think both should’ve been touched on more in the beginning, or at least mentioned. I think the reason people see Ochako as some sort of gold digger is cause when asked about being a hero, she mentioned the money part first, and people focused on that rather than her actions as a hero which shows that there’s more than money that motivated her to be a hero. If she really wanted to, she could’ve gone and done literally anything else. A quirk that makes things weightless would be useful in any field involving physical labor. The fact she’s continuously risking her life instead of doing a much safer job speaks volumes about her as a person, but people ignore that.

So I like Himiko a lot, but Hori really dropped the ball with her to be honest. Now, her and Ochako connecting over their feelings a boy can definitely work, but it should’ve been expanded on way further. Family love, the love for friends, all that could’ve been tackled. The idea of love making you want to be abandon your own sense of identity so you can like the person you love (Himiko) vs love serving as motivation for being the best person you can be (Ochako) should’ve also been tackled. Instead, it’s written pretty weakly and like a fetish at times. It’s treated as a D plot when imo it should’ve been written as a C plot (Izuku and OFA’s story is the A plot, Katsuki is the B plot that shouldn’t exist, the Todoroki family is the C plot, and Ochako’s rivalry with Himiko is the D plot). As the C plot, I feel their rivalry could’ve been explored far better than it currently is. If you reduce Katsuki to the D plot and divide the screen time he gets between the Todoroki family plot and the Ochako/Himiko plot, there would be tons more room to explore Ochako’s character and the concept of true love vs toxic love.

#bnha critical #mha critical #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugou katsuki #anti bakugo katsuki #mha ochako #himiko toga #mha ochaco

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uravityplus · 2 years ago

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hello all!! this is a rp blog for uraraka ochako of my hero academia, written by milk. on my pinned post, you'll find all relevant links/info here for my blog. i am completely caught up with both the mha anime and manga, so beware of spoilers ahead. if i'm not here, you can probably find me on one of my other blogs: @blastintriumph @impishsensei @muryonokansei @hateshinaii @fatuispolaris @balemccn

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where RP is concerned i heavily prioritize chemistry. for now, my blog is multi-ship, so any relationships my muse develops will take place in separate verses unless stated otherwise. i'm not opposed to making pre-established dynamics, especially for au plots. i find that can be really fun. honestly, if we talk and something sounds exciting i'll be up for it lol. i just don't want something forced out of nowhere. flirting between muses is fine. for deku muses: i do write ochako with a crush on him in mind, but obviously i won't force the ship. it's just her canon crush!

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fairytsuk1 · 2 years ago

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everlasting love | (a)

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

genre: angst

words: 3.6k

summary: you can't help but reflect on what once was

warnings: MAJOR BNHA SPOILERS, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, very sad :(

Bakugou was everything but selfish. Some would say he was as bitter as the cold wind on a wintery morning, but you knew him as the sun in the sky that warmed your skin. His rough exterior was melted away by you as you fought to experience the softness of his love or the tenderness of his actions. It was like finally crossing the finish line of a mile run when he first enveloped you in his arms or whispered the sweetest three words in your ear.

He was pure light to you, even if he was cold to others. He always left you with a puffy jacket and fuzzy orange scarf. He was in every season. You always found him where you’d least expect it.

You knew he was all things kind, yet still a bit rough around the edges. No human was perfect, and how could anyone expect a teenage boy to be anything but obnoxious? Egotistic? Though you’d made it very clear that you wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense from him the day he dared to raise his voice a bit more than usual towards you, there was something in your eyes that made him learn one of the most important life lessons he’d ever known.

If he continued being harsh to everyone no matter their importance, he might lose his own sunlight and be left abandoned in the cold with no puffy jacket or scarf. He’d never say it so plainly, but it was one of his worst nightmares. Being left alone in the cold (especially by someone like yourself) seemed to be worse than death.

He had his moments, and you yours. You both were, by no means, perfect. There were many nights where you couldn’t help but recall the anger in his voice and the knit in his brows directed towards you.

“I’m fuckin’ leaving,” feet echoing with stomps as he slammed the door shut, the wood practically falling off his hinges because he knew no other way to express his feelings than the splintered wood of a door.

Bakugou would lay awake wondering why he’d even considered talking to you like that. He held you in his arms every single night because no matter the hormones strumming through him, be it rage or pain or sadness, he’d never not let you know that he loved you and only you. The two of you didn’t go to bed angry. You two weren’t like that.

The first time you’d ever seen Bakugou, you’d been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with your skirt riding up on your thighs. Your tie was sloppily done, but at least you’d tried, and you had an eagerness about you that only a future hero could have. He was still conceited at the time, and even then, you thought he wasn’t all that. Aside from his attitude, he was obnoxious with a couple of heart flutters mixed in because he was a little cute. His arm flexed as he threw the ball to prove his strength–to who exactly? Himself? You?

When he thought no one was looking… His relaxed face seemed so youthful and peaceful that you couldn’t help but admit to your diary that he was a little cute. Dare you say it, and lest anyone hear it, you might’ve even described him as beautiful.

“You like Bakugou?!” Mina cried, pillow clutched to her chest as she leaned backward in fake shock, “you really really do?”

“Well, he’s cute, but sometimes he’s a bit of an asshole! He’s not perfect, but he’s kinda cute!” Someone- Uraraka- pointed out how you’d said cute twice (as if it was relevant.)

“So… I’d marry Todoroki, kiss Bakugou, and kill Sero!”

You’d tried to ignore her whisper that, “she must really like him! She only kissed him, but she just wants us to think she wouldn’t marry him!”

She was right. Uraraka could see through you like she was your reflection in a mirror. You’d totally marry Bakugou, but he’d never know that, and neither would anyone else because you’d never tell a soul. The thought made you smile to yourself that maybe, just maybe, you could at least give him a kiss someday.

Todoroki was cute and all, but when you kicked your feet in the air imagining a lover helping you lace up a ballgown dress… the hair the mirror showed helping you was never two-toned, but instead it was spiky blonde.

“All of the girls are cute! Ugh, Uraraka was totally gonna go on a date with me until you walked in, Midoriya!”

A freckled face burns bright red at the accusation, vehemently denying that Uraraka hadn’t been distracted by him and hadn’t totally ditched Kaminari once she spotted those wide green eyes. Bakugou was still seething over the fact that he had to be close to his number one enemy. How did he–Deku. God, how did he get so strong? Had he gotten weaker in turn?... It didn’t matter. Focusing on being number one, the name “BAKUGOU” displayed on billboards worldwide because he was going to save people no matter what; that was what mattered.

“Hey, Kaminari!”

And there you were. Short skirt, soft hair, and you smelled so good that Bakugou couldn’t believe he was wondering what perfume you might’ve been wearing. It was ridiculous. He shouldn’t find himself with pooling warmth inside his chest as you made eye contact with him. That didn’t happen to him. He didn’t get flustered, and he certainly didn’t let others bring out that side of him with a mere look. Girls had no effect on him, or at least they shouldn’t have. You had no effect on him! As he clenched his jaw and busied himself with pulling blades of grass from their home, he found his inner voice telling himself that you were just another classmate, just another girl. Another rival in his career.

The stuttering beating in his chest and the sweat collected on his palms told his heart everything it needed to know. You weren’t just another girl; that was clear even if he didn’t want to admit it. You were special, and Bakugou didn’t know how to factor you into what he’d tried so perfectly to build in his head. You weren’t a part of the plan, of the formula!

For a moment, he was the princess in the castle, and you arrived with a gleam of hope in your eyes, nearly the same brightness as the stars in the sky he liked to lovingly look at. So familiar yet unfamiliar, it made tendrils of fear curl up inside him. What were you doing to him?

“Hey Bakugou,” you grinned, books held tightly to your chest like a nerd.

His voice was gruff, like the sandpaper that sharpened swords or smoothed hard edges. It lacked the bite it normally had as if he was restraining himself from coming across like a wolf wanting to eat you. It didn’t even sound stereotypical like music or some other romantic comparison. It just felt familiar. The smell of your grandmother’s home or when you dug through your mother’s purse for a fallen lip gloss. Something about it reminded you of watching the cherry blossoms bloom while holding someone’s hand, and then they brush the piece of hair behind your ear because how dare it cover up your face?

“I’ll see you guys later!”

You remember it like it was yesterday, and it almost was.

This long-lost memory is recalled as you hear the blasting of powers and screams around you. You’d smelled your fair share of red paint that left a metallic smell in your nose as your brain struggled to catch up with the fact that its blood. That every puddle, metallic smell, and hot liquid was spilled blood from your friends, enemies, or senselessly killed victims. The soreness in your legs, the way everything hurts in the same way nothing hurts. Feeling so numb that you feel everything, or feeling everything that you go numb.

The smoke clears like pulling the veil back from the bride, and your throat runs dry when you realize that there is no soft lighting or cheers when you connect your lips.

“Katsuki?” Where’s your veil? Where is the final kiss to pronounce you two husband and wife?

The way your name sounded on his tongue, and the way he chose to make eye contact deliberately when you bid your goodbyes shyly. Your diary containing your names written together with hearts and doodles like you were in middle school, the imaginary veil you pretended to prance around in. There was no fond look in his eyes.

In fact, there was no look at all, and the painful numbness washes over you like wading into deep blue ocean water. The wave crashes over you, and even if your eyes sting or your head hits the stand with a powerful impact, there’s the stillness of the sound of rushing water. It’s the closest thing to death a human could ever experience.

He would never even know that you wanted to be Mrs. Bakugou, and as you stumbled forwards, you wished it was that day again. Reliving the day that felt like yesterday all over again with his sandpapery voice and your nerdy posture would be better than this. You could still smell his cologne on your nose as you brush past him (missing the look of longing he gave you because he so badly wanted to talk to you but couldn’t muster anything more than a “hey.”)

You weren’t impaled, but you felt the hole in your chest the same as he had. You weren’t stabbed by a villain who aimed to make you suffer. You were impaled with the idea that your future had faded from your eyes, maybe never even existed at all.

“I made these for you as thanks for helping me study! They’re just for decoration but….”

You’d made him a vial of paper stars like you were a child getting their mother a crappy Mother’s Day gift, but you wanted to say something meaningful without having to actually face him and use your words. Being a kid is easier sometimes.

The vial was attached to a silvery chain that made it look so girly, but it was clear you’d worked hard to make it perfect just for him. His rough hands dwarfed yours as he took it from you, and he realized your hands were trembling even! He made you that nervous? He brushed it off; it’s not like he could ignore the jiggle of his leg bouncing up and down. It was getting easier to acknowledge his own hypocrisy these days, your influence, no doubt.

“Oh. Thanks, they’re… fine,” he winced, “I mean, thank you.”

Quietly, he said it so quietly you had to lean in just to hear him say it. Maybe it was too much, and you weren’t even a thing (but anyone could tell that you both wanted to have a thing and then some.) All he had done was help you revise! He’d shoved it in his pocket, perhaps too ashamed to have others see the gift you’d given him. You had no idea it was anything but that as you dwelled on your anxiety the rest of the day and eventually scribbled it down in your diary with sighs.

“Today, I gave Bakugou the stars. I think he liked them, but I don’t know,’ messy swirls accompanied your ramblings as you vented to the book containing every feeling you’d had that year, “maybe I shouldn’t have done that.”

Instead of the supposedly mandatory red tie he was supposed to don around his neck, a silver chain attached to a vial of paper stars hung delicately between Bakugou’s sharp collarbones. The chain was sexy, but as you trailed down the muscular yet gentle curves to the vial, you had the urge to run to your diary and erase everything you’d written about those multi-colored stars. He’d nodded at you as he entered the classroom like you were a stranger on the subway. Casual, almost nonchalant, as if he wasn’t declaring his love to you through that chain.

Trying to ignore Mina’s excited shaking of your shoulder was impossible considering your heart was nearly beating out your chest as you gave him the most “in love” eyes anyone had ever seen. They might call you crazy, but you were too busy trying to commit the first smile he’d ever given you to memory.

“Katsuki was…” your throat dries comically considering your eyes were already watering and you’ve hardly said anything at all. He didn’t deserve this, to have you be a blubbering mess because you couldn’t pull it together knowing it was the last time he’d be above ground and not under your feet.

Why should you have to give the eulogy? You look up and see all familiar faces except his, and then you wished you couldn’t see anymore. You wished it was your eye that you had to have covered up because it was too difficult to restore post-mortem. You wished it was a hole in your chest so that you had to be partially covered up to spare everyone. Why him? Why not you?

It felt so unbearably cruel to be standing here knowing that he was so different in appearance yet still the same Katsuki you’d known for such a short amount of time. It was cruel to know that you would never ever stand on the same level of life again. Everyone blurred and turned into swarms of colors that made no sense to even try to decipher your lover’s best friend or teacher.

You dared not to look behind you. It hurt when people would tell you he was resting, not when his life was so cruelly taken away from him the way he was taken from you. He was yours. He was all yours, and now he belonged to the same world the worms and ants ruled over. He wasn’t sleeping. He was dead. He’d never sleep and dream lovely dreams ever again. He was simply gone.

“My world ended when Katsuki left mine,” and the sun beats down on you like you’re in Hell. Maybe you are; the warmth is unbearable in all black knowing that he couldn’t offer you a hat or umbrella ever again. You still wish you could see the stars. There’s only a clear sky and you swallow, “I don’t know if you all know that.”

Dating Katsuki was tricky but maybe the most fun you’d ever had! He’d finally mustered up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend officially. Something about it made every day feel like it was the best day. The days were so good that you began writing pages upon pages of how in love you were. Sadness, depression, and devastation seemed like emotions so far away and desolate to you now. It was clear the two of you didn’t know what you were doing, something Aizawa had joked about during office hours when you mentioned wanting to be seated next to Katsuki.

Nonetheless, the following seating chart accommodated the two of you perfectly. Aizawa had merely shrugged at your excited look. He wasn’t cruel, maybe stern. But he knew what love was like and how it was something to be treasured, knowing that one mistake, building crash, or villain attack could take everything away instantly.

“Let’s go watch the sunrise. I’m already up too damn early anyways.”

Holding hands and watching the daybreak on the thin line between dreams and wakefulness was more than perfection. The UA rooftop housed you two because you’d lost track of time, and then what would be the point if you didn’t at least get to see the sunrise?

Hand in hand, you snuggled up to Katsuki with his navy blue hoodie warming you from the inside out, it was the epitome of comfort. He was burrowing his way through the fibers into the center of your heart and making a home for himself within the beating organ, making sure you knew that he was wholly and utterly devoted to you for the rest of eternity.

“I can’t believe we have class,” your boyfriend mumbles sourly, his nose dipping to run across your cheek before pecking it with lip-balmed lips, “you’d have better done the homework!”

“I did! But do you really wanna talk about homework right now? I mean, look at what’s in front of us!”

Only one person would know what Katsuki had been thinking about when succumbing to his injuries. He remembered the most useless facts like Aizawa reciting a formula and Best Jeanist criticizing his technique; there’s a moment he wonders why he hasn’t thought of you yet, considering your importance. Then, it happens. There’s a peaceful breeze that washes over him. It was blurry, hazy but the smoke fades away, and he could feel his soft lips kissing your cheek on that dusky morning. His favorite morning in his short time with you.

You’d mentioned homework, but it was garbled, which wilted his heart because why couldn’t God grant him the wish of hearing your voice one last time? And then someone wiped away the dust for him because you were in all your glory of eyebags and pulled back hair. His favorite earrings, too. The dangly gold ones. He suddenly subscribed to an HD flatscreen and was watching the greatest movie he’d ever seen.

Navy blue sweatshirt that you’d adored because of the way it smelled, felt, and the blush it put on his cheeks because, “damn, you look so cute.”

Navy blue looked nice on you, huh? You stood before that beautiful sunrise, but you were more than the sunrise. You were more than light itself; he didn’t even know what to look at. As the hours drew closer to alarms ringing with people stumbling around with tired eyes, you couldn’t look more awake. You couldn’t have looked more alive.

Most people don’t look good being backlit. This is a fact presented in every selfie Kirishima took and in every fashion book his mother owned. This was something Bakugou was very particular about when taking pictures with you. He wanted to see all of you. He didn’t want some shitty shadows that could potentially obscure the mole on your lip or the glow of your eyes. He always hated that.

Somehow, with the most beautiful sunrise he’d ever seen lighting you up with a glowing aura that promised a new day, he found a new appreciation for backlighting. Bakugou doesn’t realize when he stops breathing because he’s still there watching you in awe, and maybe it’ll last forever. He wouldn’t know. Everything was perfect that day at dawn; it was the perfect morning to think back on when you’d never see the sunrise again.

The breath comes out with him thinking that he can’t wait for the next one, the next glimmer of light shadowing your pure form. You’d always be there. You and the sunshine went together; it just made sense. You’d never leave him in the cold, so he had no fear of waiting for the dawn of a new day. He knew you’d be there.

“Who could care about homework when we have all this, Katsuki?”

…

Who could care?

“Right,” you remember hearing him say as you watch the sunrise at dawn, not knowing that Katsuki would never see the sunrise again.

It won’t be the only sunrise you ever see; there will be many more. But, it’s the first without him. You note this in your worn diary while sporting the navy blue sweatshirt, his navy blue sweatshirt. You remember very clearly what it felt like. For a moment to feel like it was forever.

You figured your love was forever. The stars, the sun, hand in hand, navy blue… Humans didn’t simply forget what it felt like to find love in pieces scattered all over Earth. That’s their purpose, to make something out of nothing. To remember, make patterns, and put the pieces together. To love when you’re not even aware of it or to love when it’s been 50 years past your marriage date.

Love will transcend no matter what, and you smile at the sunrise knowing how cheesy Katsuki would find the phrase but knowing he’d remember it every time he saw you in his arms. He’s in all the stars of the universe, every sunrise from every timezone and every navy blue sweatshirt that warms you from the inside out.

“I love you,” you say to the sunrise, and the warmth of it on your skin tells you that somewhere, somehow, all those things love you too; because they’re all him. All forms of love are Katsuki Bakugou, and he’s saying, “I love you too.”

He would never be underground with all the worms and ants; he’d rise every morning and set every night the same way he wished you good things when you woke up in his arms or fell asleep in them. He was in the stars. He was above you every minute of the day the same way he used to shadow you everywhere to keep you safe. Every wrinkle, scar, beating of the heart, or flow of blood, he would never let himself be anywhere that wasn’t by your side. He wasn’t that kind of guy.

He certainly wouldn’t let death deny him from ever saying those special three words he’d said to you so long ago. He’d find a way because you are his forever till the end of time. Your atoms could never be separated; it was written in the stars. You and Katsuki were the definition of everlasting love. You were the universe itself. The two of you will meet again, be reborn again.

“So long,” you whisper as the door to the rooftop shuts. So long.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha spoilers #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bakugou x reader #cant believe i wrote this LMFAO #made myself cry like damn!!!

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venomremmy777 · 3 years ago

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-sigh-

A lot of you did not understand my last post, so let me explain

I KNOW THAT SAYING A SHIP IS CANON IS MEMEING

Hell, I do the very same thing MYSELF. I know they’re just enjoying ships, but some people GENUINELY think the ship is canon. As usual, the MHA fandom took this too literally, and too generally, so let me walk you through this-

Horikoshi: Makes Deku play a big role in helping Todoroki from his trauma, and gives fanservice

The Fandom: OMG TODODEKU CANON

I know when people say TodoDeku is canon, if any, they’re joking. I originally wasn’t going to put TodoDeku, since it wouldn’t make much sense to put it. But I decided to anyways, but just as a lead. That’s all it was, a lead, into this-

Horikoshi: Has Uraraka get a crush on Deku

The Fandom: NO! IZUOCHA CANON NOW, NOT TODODEKU

Honestly this doesn’t have much importance either, I was just adding the TodoDeku vs IzuOcha stuff for relevance, and the fact I wanted to include as many mainstream ships as possible, without targeting one group.

Horikoshi: Writes an intimate and relationship between Momo and Jirou

The fandom: THEY’RE LESBIANS! 🥰

A lot of people GENUINELY think this. Jirou has been shown to blush or get shy around girls, and her Momo are often featured next to each other in Horikoshis sketch’s, BLUSHING. No, no- I’m not saying they’re canon, I’m just saying canon things. Take it as you will.

But…

Horikoshi: Makes Jirou the most important person to Kaminari

The fandom: IF THATS NOT ON THE ROAD TO CANON IDK WHAT IS! 😍

Okay so, now that Jirou is important to Kaminari, all of a sudden the MomoJirou stuff is irrelevant? KamiJirou is considered one of the most canon BNHA ships in the MHA fandom, because of this. But how come people considered MomoJirou a possibility, but they don’t now? And yes, I know, not everyone thinks that. Some people think KamiJirou is canon and others think MomoJirou is, I don’t really think anyone changed their minds on this one.

Idk if you’ve caught on, but I was mainly targeting a certain group, I just added other ships for fillers and meme- purposes. I also didn’t want to seem biased or like I was attacking, but I suppose I’ll have to since y’all did an r/whooosh

Horikoshi: Says he likes TodoMom-

The fandom: cOnFiRmEd

Again…we’re just going to brush off the MomoJirou progress? Or the fact Todoroki and Momo don’t have a lot of screentime. Yes, Horikoshi likes Todomomo. That does give it a high chance and I DO Love this ship! But a creator liking a ship doesn’t make it canon! Trust me, other fandoms, other experiences…

People genuinely think TodoMomo is canon too. Not like a funny “Haha Todoroki is looking at her in this background panel” No, I mean FULL ON, SERIOUS, ESSAY-LENGTH EXPLANATIONS and GENUINE beliefs

Horikoshi: Writes an arc about KiriBaku and their importance to each other, giving subtle hints and a shit ton of “coincidental” evidence

The fandom: GUYS LOOOOOK! MORE KRBK PROOF! KIRIBAKU CANON! 😍

Welp, here it is. The first of the three I was targeting, and my own fandom. I am, in fact, one of those delusional people, who thinks it’s actually canon. But I am well aware the LGBT does not have the upper hand in a Shounen genre, but I like to hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, we can find peace here. I wasn’t really talking about the fact of Krbks calling KRBK canon, cause that would have been hypocritical of me. I meant the fact that at a certain point, Kirishima and Bakugo’s relationship was focused on so much in 2018, it basically became this trend. Where EVERYONE thought this ship had a chance. Because they seemed to ALWAYS BE NEXT TO EACH OTHER

You’re probably thinking,”What’s the point of this then?”

Well, here’s the point-

Horikoshi: Drops them to focus on Bakugo and Deku’s redemption and relationship building

Fandom: Oop- GUESS BKDK IS CANON NOW 😄🤭 So sad, I wanted KiriBaku/ IzuOcha oh well 😔

Okay here’s the thing, with the KRBK vs BKDK, I meant it more of a platonic or general sense. People seem to think that just because Kirishima and Bakugo haven’t interacted in a hundred chapters they’re suddenly irrelevant to each other?! As if they aren’t at least friends anymore?!?! I’ve seen people say “Kirishima was used for Bakugo’s redemption so he could get along better with Deku, so now there’s no need for him anymore” Um…no? KiriBakus development is a WHOLE OTHER THING FROM BKDK DEVELOPMENT. And all of you fellow Krbks- Stop crying a river because they haven’t interacted for 100 chapters! Bakugo and Deku redeeming their friendship is important!! LET THE BKDKS HAVE THIS! It’s what they wanted. Just because Deku and Bakugo are becoming friends, doesn’t mean Kirishima and Bakugo aren’t. So, just stop. Please. You don’t become best friends with each other and then all of a sudden say “Hey dude, your important to me n’ all, but there’s this other guy who I used to be friends with, but I kinda bullied him, so…Kinda gotta fix my relationship with him. Anyways lmao bye sEe yA nEVEr-“ I’m preeetttyyy sure that’s not how it works.

A lot of you might say, “No one says that” Oh, Ho, Really?

Now, finally, the last serious one…

Horikoshi: Gives Kirishima and Mina a chapter

The fandom: KiRiMinA cOnfiRmEd

This one I am being DEADASS serious. Horikoshi decided to finally introduce the arc where Kirishima gets over what happened in middle school, and Minas importance or lack thereof, whatever, to him. He saved her, and Mina did a new move “Acid Man” inspired by “UNBREAKABLE”. And apparently, this was leading to the road of being endgame. HELL- Even some Krbks were pouting like, “Yeah, but with the way the manga is going KiriMina is going to be endgame” OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS. Again! Just fuck the Krbk development right?! Just fuck it all! Because apparently, they can’t have other relationships of them focused on, without you thinking THATS going to be canon instead. Before you call me biased and delusional, MORE PROOF 👇

The last “IiDaDeKu” one was clearly just a meme, a funny, trending note to end on.

Please oh please understand the purpose of this!! It’s too make those of you doing this award of how guillable you’re being- and that NO SHIPS ARE CANON UNTIL THEY ACTUALLY ARE, FOR NOW ITS JUST POTENTIAL

And as a joke!! So we can LAUGH together about how much of a MESS this fandom is!

I mean- Fuck- I just had to explain a joke to you!!!

Also I’m sorry about my attitude but the replies made me pissed- Y’all made me sound like an Anti or a dude bro

WHO I HATE WITH EVERY SINGLE FIBER IN MY BEING

So don’t compare me to them again!!

I have a feeling- A STRONG feeling, some of y’all will think I’m just being rude and stupid, and I have no right to be mad, and STILL won’t get the purpose or joke of my last post, but if you do…

THANK YOU

BONUS:

Yes I do understand enjoying ships actually. Shipping is my whole life, I more than understand the difference between shipping for fun and shipping for a purpose. I get that some people ship as a comfort and others a hobby. I know it’s both platonic and romantic. I understand it’s not only to pair people together but to explore different possibilities. I know the difference between wanting your ship to be canon and genuinely thinking it is. I know shipping is for enjoyment, and it’s not about which becomes canon. I KNOW people are joking when they say it’s canon, but in the case with some of these they aren’t. And yeah, I know it’s a minority, but it’s an annoying, LOUD minority. No shit Sherlock people say certain ships are canon as a joke when they get crumbs

NO FUCKING DUH

#I’m sorry #but what the hell #imagine being me #a diehard shipper #accused of being a dudebro #I’m appalled and offended #y’all did an r/whooooshh #I actually thought some people would agree with me #and realize Hey yeah maybe this fandom does get too worked up over ships sometimes #maybe we do think every huge interaction is a nod to them being canon #but no #again MHA fandom you have proven to me once again you are the land of the ignorants #kiribaku #mha #anime #shitpost #canon #KiriMina #TodoDeku #BakuDeku #KamiJirou #momojirou #I was JOKING #But at the same time trying to raise self awareness #didn’t work I guess #not that I’m surprised #if parts of other fandoms are separated by gates than this one’s is separated by the GREAT WALL OF CHINA #Am I the only one having to deal with and noticing how ignorant oblivious and guillable this fAnBaSe is like #we all agree this fandom is toxic #but am I the only one who realizes how STUPID we can be?!

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hollyjay · 3 years ago

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Hi! I’m not dead. I know I said I would have a chapter of something out in a month at LEAST 2 months ago but I uhh got a bit of a bad writer’s block and time melted

Trynna motivate myself back into writeability, meantime have an unfinished art page for Telephone from early november and excerpts from a fast bulleted concept list for telephone and key I made last night to get myself back into a writer mood. promise I use grammar while writing actual prose.

Telephone Telegram AU

In which quirks are a byproduct of the energy type they’re made of slowly increasing in ambience over the years, and human bodies adapting to compensate for it.

Humans aren’t the only things adapting room for quirk energy to inhabit.

(literally)

Sometimes it forms stuff on it’s mostly own, too!

There’s been some Issues, as of recent, with the structures of various buildings, labs, powerlines, warehouses, etc, previously approved as safe spontaneously collapsing. How weird! There’s absolutely no plausible explanation for it beyond lax inspectors, especially involving villains, I’m sure! /s

Not great for Uraraka’s family business :>

DFO

Inko is mayhaps not a normal human person!

Trying her best but objectively not a mother in the specific way her children happen to need

Not an abusive or neglectful Inko here we don’t like writing (or, for that matter, reading) abusive Inko, but not the ideal supporter for their specific circumstances

Probably would not have happened to have kids at the particular time she did if not for the friendship and recent pregnancy announcement of her friend Mitsuki To-Be-Bakugou-Someday reminding her that’s a thing she wanted to do

Children. Plural. Don't worry about it ;^)

Knowingly with AFO for a bit!

Izuku goes to UA as per canon.

Inko never took him to get tested for a lack of a quirk. Is technically quirkless, by definition of "quirkless" as a human or animal body adapted in a specific way to have a quirk factor.

By that definition so is she.

In practice, however,

(AfO did not give either of them quirks)

At story's start, almooost goes behind his mother’s back towards the Wide Welcoming Extremely Shady Arms Of A Personalized Prep Internship-Esque Training organized for Him, Specifically, by HPSC even after she correctly told him not to

Dropped the HPSC the moment he caught a whiff of All Might within the nearest 30 mile radius. Good for him!

OFA successor Izuku time

Feeling a lil bit guilty for Various Reasons!

Naomasa is Plot Relevant. Unfortunately for him.

Naomasa is All Might’s Good Friend

All Might really wants him to be, anyways

Naomasa is not a leak or traitor

Izuku's older brother is? was? Prototype Izuku.

Do worry about it actually.

Where is Yami when the fic starts? Aizawa wishes he knew lol

(In the background, Aizawa would be waddling knee deep in string and corkscrew murder mystery conspiracy, if not for the fear of someone seeing him doing it)

Katsuki's brother was Proto Katsuki.

Assume he's dead unless proven otherwise. Unlikely!

They... were? about Aizawa's age.

And Oboro’s friends, coincidentally! They went on fun TOOOOTALLY faked with no real information or stakes teenage detective adventures together when he wasn’t with his hero school team

The Bakugou family and Midoriya family ah. Don't talk anymore. Per Mistuki's threat.

Also both families had different surnames approx. 15 years ago! It's fun to change up your life occasionally. :^)

Tagged Major Character Death Warning

Originally way-back inspired by know what i've made by the marks on my hands by simkjrs, Leviathan by rest_in_rip, and Feral by moonpaw - none are a great comparison currently, especially the last two, (which I don’t think I ever finished) but they’re still worth an appreciative nod!

Knave and Key AU

VERY DFO

Blatantly Anyone inspired, designed to appeal to people (person singular, me) who liked Anyone (me) and had “hahaha what conclusions could hero cast come up with given a different set of information” (me) thoughts and then “hahaha what if those conclusions were true” (me)

TBH probably not that similar to Anyone at all, especially considering it has no Anyone The Person or Anyone The Organization, which are pretty… important. I worked backwards from “correct potential wrong conclusions the heroes could make in Anyone” and replaced all the plot that wasn't extracted from those conclusions with different context

If you do see the insp shining through, however, that’s why!

Soulmates AU

Having a soulmate =/= having a quirk, everyone has one and it’s irrelevant to quirk status

given recent manga developments, Aoyama/Izuku Soulmates AU

Izuku is causing problems for everyone

In which Izuku actually DOES have a parasite-esque quirk.

Izuku will Physically Worm His Way Into Your Soul And Quirk, if so desired

Izuku is wanted by the government for crimes of being adorable and adoptable

Also crimes of criminal activity

Also kicking Chisaki hard enough to just about kill him, which is a crime but shouldn’t be

Izuku breaks into Chisaki’s house and kicks him to death, by the way.

There’s a woman who spent a bit of time in France (and thus has that as a bonding point with the Aoyamas) and is either gonna end up being a distant relative of Mina or Momo (depending on how I decide her quirk works in technical aspect, leaning towards Mina), possibly by marriage, who can get random bits of information about people’s soulmates by using her quirk on them

hmm :^)

Eraserhead fascinating, Aizawa kind of mean :/

Aoyama got his quirk as per canon

Eraserzawa causes Midoriya problems

Eraserzawa gets problems back

Shinsou takes it upon himself to fight Midoriya

NOooo haha he’s just a little guy doooon’t do that

Younger sister Eri who’s extremely plot relevant

Midoirya might be going to UA, I think

Most of his choices are motivated by his family

Sometimes this means plotting the assassination of members of his family!

#bnha au #telephone telegram au #knave and key au #midoriya inko #aizawa shouta #shirakumo oboro #all might #midoriya izuku #mikumo akatani

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thyandrawrites · 3 years ago

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hero stans are saying that bnha needs a least one good female character and I'm like "guys, toga is right there, aren't you seeing her?" I know that she's not a perfect female character (sexualization is a terrible thing, and with her being a minor it makes even worst) but I believe that narratively she's really well written

I know that we need more good female characters (I'm praying for some uraraka development that has nothing to do with deku), but I wish that people would stop pretending like toga doesn't exist and as if characters like mt lady and mirko are better written then her (because yes, I saw this take on twitter)

mh, I debated whether or not to answer this because I don't wanna spark a debate. Tbh I have 0 energy to get into a proper discussion about Horikoshi's writing of women, cause all of his female characters have flaws (more or less serious), and as such I personally wouldn't give him a star on "good rep" for any of them tbh.

So leaving aside the topic of his misogyny (which I find exhausting just to think about) and making it clear that this is by no means meant to be character bashing, this is my answer.

From a storytelling perspective, a "good" character — that is, a well-written one — is a character who directly influences the plot. Female or not, since gender shouldn't affect a character's relevancy in a story (it does in bnha, but as I said, I'm not going to open that can of worms). So, from that perspective, the only well written female characters of the series are Toga, Nana, and to a very small extent Curious (she could've done more if Hori hadn't killed her off so soon). Basically, from a purely storytelling metric, whether a character is well-rounded depends entirely from this: would removing them from the story change the plot at all? If the answer is no, it means that character is too one-dimensional or secondary to have plot relevance, so really, it falls short of being equals with the male leads.

That of course doesn't mean you can't get attached to such characters, or find them compelling / relatable enough to see yourselves in them and want to see more of them / create content for them. I, for example, like Miruko and Ochako a ton, despite the fact that Miruko is a one-dimensional aggressive jock type of character with no internal narration or stated character motivation to truly give her depth, or despite the fact that any potential character development Ochako might've gotten was derailed by her upgrade as a love interest. From a writing perspective, neither of them is a particularly stellar rep. They both suffer from "this character is written by a man who hates women" disease.

Yet Toga, despite being a more well-rounded character than either of them, despite having plenty more agency and a character arc of her own, with a sense of direction and independence from the male characters' own plots, always appealed less to me on a personal level. I'm warming up to her now because I love her foiling with the lov trio, but I wouldn't say she's amongst my faves.

At the end of the day, personal tastes affect our perception of the writing too. So imho people will always argue on who's the "best" character, and their tastes are gonna affect their judgement. I know quite a lot of people who like Miruko bc she isn't traditionally feminine and dependant on men for example. I know others who like Mt. Lady because she lets no man be the boss of her.

I wouldn't say that Toga gets slept on, per se, since from what I've seen she's the most popular female character of the series (have you ever stepped into a con? Toga is BY FAR the character you'll see cosplayed the most). But I agree that a lot of the "takes" that circulate around the fandom often end up sleeping/duking on the villains on principle more as a reflection of personal preference than a critique on Horikoshi's storytelling choices.

Meta-wise, Toga is most definitely the single-most relevant and well-rounded character of bnha. She has a backstory with depth that ties into the bigger themes of the story, she has plenty of agency, she has a subplot of her own, she's written to be complex and layered and had her growth be shown on screen instead of just told or hinted at, and she's a character with motivations and goals of her own a clearly stated agenda, which again, from a meta perspective puts her several steps above most of the female portion of the cast. That is an objective fact. Personal preferences are a whole different matter, though, and I don't particularly care if anyone shares my own so long as there's no straight-up bashing

#ali replies #bnha

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five-rivers · 3 years ago

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Long Night in the Valley chapter 14

“It’s Bakugo.”

“Old Bakugo,” said Todoroki.

“I don’t know,” said Uraraka. “He hasn’t sworn at us yet.”

“Wish fulfillment old Bakugo,” corrected Todoroki.

First contact, said two voices. Aizawa could recognize one as belonging to Two.

“Stop comparing me to the exploding brat,” snapped Two. He returned his attention to Midoriya. “I don’t agree with your philosophy,” he said. “But this isn’t the time or the place.”

Midoriya nodded even as he swayed in place, the edges of his body fuzzy.

“Your idea will work. Eight can take him.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Aizawa.

“Nine here just ran into that fire user.”

“Dabi,” supplied Midoriya, voice thin. “Thank you for letting me use your quirk, sensei.”

“Anytime,” said Aizawa.

“Is there anything we can do?” asked Uraraka.

“Stay back and don’t distract him,” said Two. “I’d send you on ahead to One, but I need to give him my power if he wants his ridiculous escape plan to work.” He crossed his arms. “Focus, Nine.”

The thing was, Dabi relied on his quirk to the exclusion of everything else. Which was fine. It was a powerful quirk, and his body really wasn’t up to quirkless fighting, seeing as it was literally stapled together.

But there was a reason he had not faced Aizawa himself in the training camp, but instead had delegated that task to one of Twice’s duplicates. No matter how much his quirk hurt him, no matter how much it reminded him of that man and that time, he did not fare well in fights without it.

Toshinori and Izuku had picked up on this, and, thanks to the joys of partial telepathy and haunted quirks, had managed to come up with a plan.

It was, if Izuku was being honest, a sort of terrible plan, but Izuku and Toshinori were both injured and exhausted, and it was the best they could come up with.

Izuku would hang back and cancel Dabi’s quirk, while Toshinori beat him to a pulp.

This division of labor was decided upon through the observation that Toshinori had much greater experience in beating people to pulp and that Izuku probably wouldn’t be able to focus on using Aizawa’s quirk and fighting at the same time. But Izuku worried. Toshinori had been under so much strain today. His body was in just as bad a shape as Dabi’s. If Izuku blinked.

So don’t blink.

What a comforting consensus from the peanut gallery in the back of his head.

Nana chuckled, but she sounded strained. Not much else we can do for you right now, kid.

Toshinori was prepared to fight dirty.

As a hero and Symbol of Peace, he was often faced with the expectation that his fights be clean, straightforward affairs. Usually, he complied with the expectation. Few people could match his strength. Few enemies stood up again or kept fighting after he knocked them back, once. For those enemies who could match him, relatively clean fights were often still the best option to defeat them.

But there had always been exceptions, All for One being chief among them.

Toshinori could fight dirty. It was a skill he knew better than to let lapse.

He knew how much old injuries could hurt, and he had no scruple against going after them. Any weak point was fair game.

(This wasn’t even beginning to mention the others, still whispering in the back of his mind, who had maintained the thin line between the light of hope and the darkness of despair for so many years.)

His fist impacted the line of Dabi’s medical staples. Toshinori felt them bite into his knuckles, felt Dabi’s skin tear around them.

The man – the boy, really, he couldn’t be more than a handful of years older than Izuku – reeled back, shaking his hands as if he couldn’t quite believe his quirk was gone. Then he looked up, at Izuku, and Toshinori could give him this, at least: He caught on fast.

He snapped an arm out, clotheslining Dabi before he could pass him and attack Izuku. Dabi hit the ground, and Toshinori tried to follow up his advantage with a sharp kick to the head.

But, even with as much experience as Toshinori had, Dabi was younger and sprier. He recovered quickly, retaliating with comparatively clumsy but strong fists.

Toshinori was very aware of the time limit he was on. How long had Izuku kept his eyes open already? Aizawa could only keep his version of the quirk going for a few minutes.

He knew when Izuku started to waver, the concern of the past users going clear and sharp in the back of his head.

Dabi’s hands burst into flame.

“Touya!”shouted Izuku.

The man whipped his head around, apparently forgetting that Toshinori was even there.

“We saw your hair dye, you drama queen!”

Toshinori grabbed the sides of Dabi’s head, and tried to slam it into his knee, but Dabi pulled free. They were both breathing heavily, now, but Izuku had his eyes back open and fixed on Dabi.

Toshinori doubted they’d be so lucky to distract Dabi again. The others slid into place in his mind, their experience neatly complimenting his own. They needed to finish it before Izuku had to blink again.

They raised their fists.

“Visit your mom, you loser!”

They closed in.

“At least tell the police what happened to you, so they can get your siblings out!”

So, it turned out Izuku did have something else to contribute to the fight.

“Please repeat what you told me earlier,” ordered the HPSC president.

The hapless liaison with the DNA testing center flinched, then hid the flinch behind a cough. “Well,” he said, “our technicians ran Midoriya’s DNA through a number of databases, and Midoriya is related to the Scourge of Kamino, but, uh, I think it best if I let her explain the rest.” He stepped out of view of the camera, the coward.

The technician waved at the camera. “Hi, uh. So, I guess the first weird thing about the sample you gave me was how contaminated it was. There were, like, almost a dozen different people’s worth of DNA in the sample you gave me, which… usually Hawks is better than that? But then I remembered the nomu DNA, and the Scourge’s DNA, so in retrospect… Anyway, I sort of ran them all through our databases—”

“Which databases?” interrupted Mr. Brave. “The commission ones, the police ones, the public ancestry ones?”

“All of them,” said the technician. “I ran them through the old ones, too, because the Scourge of Kamino is supposed to be over a hundred years old, isn’t he? I’m kind of surprised he wasn’t run through the old databases himself earlier. You could have closed dozens of cases.”

“Get on with it,” hissed the offscreen commission liaison.

“But I ran them through, and, uh, one was All Might.”

A whisper ran through the room. “He stole All Might’s quirk?” asked one hero, traumatized.

“I don’t know,” said the technician, nervously. “I mean, All Might was there, so it could have just been contaminated in the normal way, but… No, I’ll come back to All Might’s DNA in a bit. Then there were three other heroes’ DNA, Skyrunner, Fidelity, and Lariat.”

“We’ll have to assume he has their quirks, too,” said the commission president grimly, for the benefit of the assembled heroes. “Continue.”

“Another matched to the vigilante Forewarning. Then one matched to what was labeled as a 99% surety DNA sequence from Tempest.”

“My god,” said Mr. Brave.

“Then there were some sequences that matched to samples taken from the scenes of various crimes and terrorist actions but are otherwise unknown. That left two DNA samples that could be Midoriya’s assuming he isn’t over a hundred years old. They both matched as relatives to the Scourge of Kamino.”

“What kind of relatives?”

“Uh, one was rather distant, and was actually had the least DNA present out of all the other strands… The closest possible relation would be half-brother, although cousins might be possible… The other was a parent-child relationship, and the most present DNA sequence, so I would assume that one belonged to Midoriya. The thing is…” She trailed off.

“We don’t have all day.”

“The thing is, all of the different people I’ve mentioned also are related to the Scourge of Kamino.”

Silence.

“Excuse me,” said Mt. Lady, raising a hand. “Did you say all of them? Like, including—”

“Including All Might, yes, though he’s probably more like a great-grandson or something along those lines,” said the technician. “Once you get more than a generation or two, it’s hard to tell, because the ratios of what you get from grandparents aren’t even…”

“Do you have anything more to add?”

“Yeah. After running them through the databases… Well, there are dozens of active heroes that are at least loosely related to either them or the Scourge of Kamino, not to mention villains, common criminals, and civilians who had to register their DNA for one reason or another. And the ShiHi cell line? The one that replaced the HeLa line in almost every drug trial after the quirked population got majority status? That’s a perfect match.” She laughed, clearly on the edge of hysteria. “I mean, I don’t know what we expected. He’s over a century old, of course he’s going to have kids and family members. And he’s – And he’s clearly into shady medical research. Wouldn’t put it past him to have donated to sperm banks, the sick—”

The commission president muted the technician. “You see,” he told the heroes, “why we must act to contain and neutralize Midoriya Izuku as a threat as soon as possible. So many heroes being related to an archvillain like the Scourge of Kamino would damage confidence in the hero system, perhaps irreparably.”

“Are any of us-?”

“I don’t think that’s relevant right now, do you?” asked the commission president, smoothly. “What is relevant is ensuring that Midoriya’s DNA family tree never gets into public hands.” He fell quiet, scanning the heroes with dark eyes. “Regardless of whether or not any of you could find yourselves in it, the fact of the matter is that the ensuing investigations would lay bare other things you may not wish to come to light.” He cleared his throat. “Now, Hawks is putting together a team to track down the League of Villains. In light of recent revelations, we believe they have been working closely with Midoriya…”

“Maybe you can use my quirk,” said Shouto. “If you’re fighting Dabi, ice would be the perfect counter.”

Midoriya shook his head. “You’re not related. Can’t.”

“What?”

Two sighed. “The trick he did with your teacher’s quirk only works on people related to him.”

Shouto blinked, then turned to look at Aizawa. “Sensei—”

“Absolutely not,” said Iida, loudly.

“You don’t know what I was going to say,” protested Shouto.

“You can’t ask people if they have secret love children! It’s improper! Let us simply wait quietly like, ah, I’m not sure we caught your name earlier, sir.”

“No, you didn’t,” said Two.

“In any case, let us wait quietly,” said Iida, not one to be easily put out.

“I’m related to Midoriya?” asked Aizawa in tones approaching despair.

“You are,” said Two. “I think you’re related to one of my younger siblings, like Six is. Possibly to the Shimuras, as well, given the secondary portion of your quirk.”

“So,” said Shouto, the gears in his brain turning, “Midoriya is related to all of you?”

“Some more distantly than others, but, yes.”

“So, he based you off relatives and people he knew in real life.”

Two sighed heavily. “Look. That was obviously a lie. Six only bothered with it because of that government bastard that’s crawling around.”

Midoriya had been right. Shouto’s conspiracy theories could be used as an interrogation technique.

“Then what’s the truth?” asked Shouto. “Or are you just embarrassed, like Midoriya is about how All Might is clearly his father?”

Midoriya made a very distressed sound, and Shouto realized that maybe this wasn’t the time.

“You have no room to talk when the pyromaniac currently trying to roast Eight is your older brother, you peppermint styled weirdo.”

“You really are like Bakugo.”

“Do you have some sort of death wish?”

“C-can you guys not? This is hard…” said Midoriya. Then, he gasped and fell to his knees. “He got him. Oh, gosh.” He took a deep breath. “My eyes.”

“Luckily, you won’t need them for this,” said Two, kneeling in front of Midoriya. “In the movement, I was called Shadow Dragon. One came up with the name. He named my quirk, too. Perception Filter. Wanted to name it Chameleon Circuit for a while, but that made no sense. He was such a nerd. He’s still a nerd.”

“Yeah?” panted Midoriya. “Guess that… isn’t a surprise. He used old manga to support his arguments with—No, it doesn’t make it better that you only used that argument once. I mean, sure, I’d probably have made the same—”

“Focus, Nine,” said Two, snapping his fingers in front of Midoriya’s face.

Shouto stepped forward.

“It’s okay, Todoroki,” said Midoriya. “I’m just… How did it work? The Perception Filter?”

“No idea. We didn’t have fancy tests and doctors on hand to figure out the mechanics. But I can tell you what it did. When it first came in—” Midoriya nodded at this, as if he heard something in the sentence that Shouto was missing, “—I could disappear from the senses of one targeted person, along with anything I was carrying. Sight, hearing, smell – that last will be the important one for you.”

“Gigantomachia,” said Midoriya, nodding again.

“Exactly. Later, I was able to affect more people at a time, and my range grew. The fewer people I was hiding from, the farther I could reach, up to about a mile. Sometimes, I could draw attention towards myself, too, although I could never keep it up for long.”

“Activation?” asked Midoriya.

“Don’t think too hard about being hidden. You’re blending in. Part of the scenery. No ripples on the surface of the pond. A shadow inside a shadow.”

“Okay,” said Midoriya. “I think I’ve got it. Were you… were you ever able to hide other people with you? Otherwise…”

“Sometimes I thought I did. When Three and I worked together, we were always way luckier than we should have been, and there were some incidents with cars… But it never happened in a way I could test. Your best bet is just carrying Eight.”

“R-right. Okay. I’ll try that.”

“Izuku, you can barely open your eyes. Or stand up. You aren’t going to carry me.”

“But Two said—”

Toshinori frowned deeply and hoped Two got the message. “Just focus on yourself, right now, alright? Gigantomachia will be looking for you, first, not me.”

We’ve always been thankful Gigantomachia isn’t the brightest of All for One’s minions.

Even if he is one of the most annoying.

I don’t know if annoying is the word I’d use…

Toshinori blinked and shook his head. “You’re shaking,” he said.

“I’m okay,” said Izuku, trying to get up. “T’many quirks at once.”

Toshinori put his hands on Izuku’s shoulders, silently telling him to stay down. What a time to forget where he had packed the blankets… Although…

He looked back at where he’d propped Dabi, unconscious, up against a tree.

Dabi seemed to have a cold resistance vestigial mutation… although how Toshinori knew that was a mystery for another day (one probably connected with how One for All manifested in Izuku) and he was a fire quirk user. He didn’t really need that jacket. Besides, Toshinori was a villain now. Sort of. As he and Izuku had discussed earlier, villains were veritable bastions of pettiness.

He stole Dabi’s coat and wrapped it around Izuku’s shoulders.

Miles away, trying to coordinate heroes over a video call, Hawks lost contact with one of his feathers. Specifically, the one he’d hidden in Dabi’s coat. He did not frown, twitch, stutter, or otherwise falter. He did, however, curse internally, using words he suspected the hero commission would have like him to never have learned.

Dabi must have found the feather and destroyed it. Hawks had thought he’d hidden it better than that.

This was going to be a pain to explain.

Giagantomachia paused for a second, then, with a howl, redoubled his attacks.

“Can anyone tell what he’s screaming about?” demanded Tomura.

“No idea!” said Toga, her cheerfulness more than a little ragged.

“Hey, boss!” said Twice. “If I made a double of this guy, do you think they’d fight each other, or – Dear god, who in their right mind would want two of these things running around?”

“LITTLE LORD,” wailed Machia, “WHERE DID YOU GO?”

“Say, Shigaraki,” said Mr. Compress, narrowly dodging a boulder, “you don’t – ha – think he’s referring to the little green haired – er, white haired – oh, you know what I mean.”

Yeah, Tomura did, actually, which meant the brat (who might be Sensei’s brat – don’t think about it) was around here somewhere, and they’d missed him.

(Like everything else about this situation, Tomura had mixed feelings about this.)

“So, maybe, if the boy and the giant are acquainted, the mother—”

“Do all of you idiots have a death wish? You don’t fight two bosses at once unless you want to be pancaked.”

“I was thinking she could perhaps calm the giant—”

“Yeah, right before they team up to kill us. What part of this are you not getti-?”

Mr. Compress didn’t quite make the dodge and was catapulted into one of the few nearby trees that were still standing. As he lost consciousness, all of the various marbles in his pockets ballooned and broke, disgorging their contents. This meant that Tomura had to rescue Midoriya Inko from being crushed between an entire bus stop shelter (why, Compress, why?) and several logs, because if there was even a chance that she was Sensei’s wife, Tomura didn’t fancy his chances at staying alive if she was unalived in his general vicinity.

As Tomura was in no way a goody-two-shoes hero student, had never trained himself to safely save people, and had a quirk that literally destroyed everything his touched, this went far from perfectly.

At least Midoriya seemed unharmed.

“Ah,” she said. “My shirt.” She shifted slightly. “And my bra…”

There was a shout of utter rage from Gigantomachia, and Tomura contemplated just letting Machia kill him. Surely, being stomped flat by a man taller than most five story buildings would be less painful than whatever Sensei would come up with.

“Oh, my, Machia, is that you?” asked Midoriya Inko, quite calmly, as if she weren’t standing half naked in the middle of a battlefield in winter. “It’s been forever.”

“MRS. LORD!” shouted Machia, his eyes tearing up. “I AM SO SORRY! I LOST LITTLE LORD!”

“Oh, really? He was here, then?” Her eyes were glittering. “I’m sure he couldn’t have gone too far. If we walk around a bit, I’m sure he’ll hear us calling. In the meantime… perhaps you can explain to me what, exactly, you do for my husband? Your role in his business seems to have been downplayed.”

“Is that better?” asked Toshinori.

Izuku nodded tiredly. Despite Two’s instructions, he couldn’t keep up Perception Filter and, well, do anything else, really. Toshinori wasn’t much better. Izuku could tell, through One for All, that he was also on his last legs.

“Alright. Let’s keep going the way we were before,” said Toshinori, pulling Izuku up. “Got to get out of Gigantomachia’s range, so you can sleep.”

He did not say that reaching the Wild Wild Pussycats’ camp was now out of the question, with how beaten up they were. They’d be sleeping outside tonight. Hopefully they had enough clothes and blankets…

Izuku shuddered as the pounding sensation in his head increased.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” said Toshinori, guiding Izuku with a hand on his back. “Good, you have the briefcase, good.” Toshinori kept muttering encouragement. Izuku really wasn’t paying attention, which made him feel terrible, but he had to keep Perception Filter going. He had to keep going. Just a little bit more… Aizawa-sensei and his friends were almost to One. One would get them out before he broke through.

He just had to hold on until then.

Midoriya’s form flickered and then faded. Two sighed.

“Is he alright?” asked Aizawa. “Is he safe?”

“As safe as he and Eight can be, wandering through a forest filled with All for One’s minions while the government tries to track him down in the middle of winter,” replied Two. “Which isn’t very safe, speaking from experience. Come on, let’s go.” Two walked out the hole in the wall, not waiting to see if Aizawa or any of the kids followed.

“You’re calling Yagi Eight, now?” asked Aizawa.

“That’s his number, yeah. Hurry up.”

“Yagi, not Yagi’s… impression, his copy in Midoriya’s mind.” Two didn’t answer. “You aren’t impressions or copies at all, are you? You’re real people, somewhere, that Midoriya is connected to. Why pretend otherwise?”

“Some of the others thought Nine could fix things with the government, if they didn’t know what was really going on. Thought it would be ‘worth it.’ So stupid, after everything…” They walked through the compound gate and into a living room.

“It seems awfully contrived, though. Why try to be dead heroes? Why pick people like Skyrunner and Fidelity to impersonate?”

Two snorted. “They weren’t impersonating anyone. They really are Skyrunner and Fidelity. Except for Eight and Nine, we’re all dead, otherwise we would have finished this by now. Eight almost did, all on his own.”

They turned a corner. Two young children played in a bedroom while a teen watched on. One child was obviously a younger version of Two. That hair was distinctive. The other child had a short curtain of white hair. They had action figures they were playing with, although Aizawa didn’t recognize who they were of.

First contact, said a single, young voice.

The face of the teen leaning against the wall was scribbled out, as if with a marker.

“Don’t look too closely at that one,” said Two.

“Who is that?” asked Uraraka.

“All for One. I suppose you’d call him the Scourge of Kamino.”

“He’s your older brother?” asked Todoroki, his eyebrows raised into his hairline.

“Don’t be disgusting. Biologically speaking, he was my cousin.”

Oh, no, thought Aizawa, don’t tell me... “Is he the one you have locked away? The one you don’t count as being ‘among your number?’”

Two sighed again.

“Are you doing that instead of swearing?” asked Todoroki. “The sighing, I mean.”

“I told you to stop comparing me to the explosion brat! I—” Two tsked, then frowned. “Something’s not right.”

“What is it?”

“This isn’t a safe memory, just a quick one. One should have been here to pick you up by now.”

“What do you mean, it isn’t safe?” asked Iida, before Aizawa could. “No matter how immersed we are here, it is only a memory, isn’t it?”

“You did hear the part where he’s breaking in, didn’t you? And the part where we’re all real people? Are those glasses just for show?”

“The real All for One is trying to break into Midoriya’s mind,” said Aizawa.

“W-wait,” said Uraraka, “but… Izuku… That wouldn’t mean that the commission was right…”

“Of course not. Nine would probably cut off all his limbs before betraying his friends. Even if I don’t agree with him, and think he shouldn’t… I can still see that. But where is One?”

“Why are you telling us this?” asked Aizawa. “You’ve told us why the others didn’t. But you have no reason to say anything, yourself, do you?”

Two turned slightly, to gaze at Aizawa out of the corner of his eye.

“As long as we’re waiting, I might as well collect as much information as possible, right?”

“It’s insurance,” said Two, finally. “It’s hard to see how this will turn out. Eight wants to take Nine out of the country, but even if that works, All for One will still be here. Someone else needs at least part of the story.” He turned more fully to face Aizawa, lips pressed tight against his teeth. “You have to understand. I want Nine to… do well. I don’t want this on him. He’s a kid. So are you.” He looked at the students, then back at Aizawa. “You’re all kids. If I can get someone else to take care of this for him, while he and Eight are somewhere safe…”

“All for One is in Tartarus,” said Aizawa.

“You think something like that’s going to stop him? I’m not entirely sure death would stop him. It didn’t stop us, and he’s at least as stubborn.”

Well, wasn’t this an impossibly heavy weight to set on Aizawa’s shoulders.

“I have no sympathy, you lazy caterpillar lookalike. You’re an adult, aren’t you? Get help if you can’t do it yourself. If I find out you pushed it onto children, I’ll kill you.”

“Wow, he’s secretly soft, too, just like Bakugo,” said Todoroki. “Are you sure you’re not related.”

“There is legitimately something wrong with you. Do you—”

The hinges of the vault snapped, and the door crumpled outward. Another well-placed kick sent the door tumbling outward with a crash.

Shaking his hand, All for One stepped into the mindscape and smiled.

“Well,” he said, dragging his gaze over the assembled One for All users, his sworn enemies and the closest thing he had to family, “isn’t this a lovely little reunion?”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #fic #fanfic #long night in the valley

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Physical Fatality Part 3- A Night to Remember

18+ Hawks x fem, pro hero!reader

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that. Based on the album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom by Halsey.

If you don’t want to see Physical Fatality content blacklist #hopelesspf

This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings for graphic descriptions of unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (receiving), creampie, and minor dom/sub themes

Masterlist

Let no one say Bakugo doesn’t make good on his promises.

You wore a black gown that hugged your figure perfectly and a matching black mask. The dress had been designed specifically with you in mind with silver detailing spiraling throughout. The designer had said she chose it because of the way silver would wind up and branch out along your arms when you used your quirk. “I’m not sure how else to incorporate telekinesis in a dress so I hope this is enough,” the small owl-eyed woman had fretted. “It’s perfect,” you had assured her, and now, as you stepped onto the red carpet with Bakugo on one arm and Midoriya the other, you were proving your assertion correct. The press had, of course, immediately picked up on the lack of an engagement ring on your hand and the lack of a fiancé on your arm but you ignored any and all questions about your engagement as you otherwise charmed the press. Then the minute you all were safely inside the hotel the event was hosted at, you and Bakugo had exchanged mischievous looks before making a beeline to the bar. It had taken Midoriya at least twenty minutes to coax you both from the hotel bar to the main banquet hall and by then you already had a pretty good buzz going. That of course didn’t stop your quest to get blitzed on the agency’s credit, however, as the two of you simply switched from the cocktails downstairs to drinking the complimentary champagne like it was water.

“Kacchan, (y/n)-Chan, please, slow down,” Midoriya fusses. “I didn’t think he’d actually fuss the whole time,” you confess to Bakugo. You’re taking the glass of champagne currently in your hand slower. As much as you’d talked about being the opposite of respectable you don’t want to tip over into sloppy territory. You and Katsuki are a little too friendly and a little too loud and that, in your opinion, is the sweet spot. “Tried to warn you. Go hang with your girlfriend Deku we’re fine,” Bakugo insists. “Are you guys fine though? You know this is technically a work event,” Midoriya chides. “If they didn’t want us to get at least a little drunk they shouldn’t have offered free champagne,” you point out. “We’ll be fine dumbass, go hang with your girl and we’ll stay here and be responsibly drunk,” Bakugo insists. Midoriya looks between the two of you multiple times before casting a look back over his shoulder where he can see Uraraka, Iida, and Yaoyorozu all talking. “We’ll even let you be the one to take us home! Promise!” you add on. Midoriya casts one last skeptical look before breaking. “Ugh, fine. But I’m serious guys! You better stay right here,” Midoriya finally relents. You and Bakugo both give him a mock salute before he finally relaxes and goes to join Uraraka. “Hey Katsuki?” you suddenly pipe up. “What?” “I just realized something.” “What did you realize?” “I’m pretty sure since Monoma and I broke up I’m technically fucking homeless right now.” It’s not funny but the two of you crack up anyway.

“I still think this is a bad idea,” Tokoyami groans as he trails behind Hawks, who is on the lookout for Mirko. “Even Dark Shadow thinks this is a horrible plan,” he insists. “Dark shadow does not think this is a horrible plan. Don’t put words in his mouth to prove a point,” Hawks says rolling his eyes. “I’m not, look,” Tokoyami insists. Hawks sighs and turns to face his friend. As the now very familiar black form emerges from Tokoyami’s torso, Hawks is 90% sure he’s about to be proven correct. In reality it’s a very good thing Hawks doesn’t gamble. Dark Shadow had promptly agreed with Tokoyami and it had only made the other man even more smug. “Whatever, I’m still going to find her,” Hawks huffs. “Why are you so insistent?” Tokoyami questions him. “She’s the love of my life! I’m sure of it!” “Oh my god you finally snapped.” “Fuck off.” “She is not the love of your life and even if she was she wants nothing to do with you now!” “You just don’t understand. I have to fight for her back.” “Would you tell her your real name?”

The last question makes Hawks stop in his tracks and whirl around back to this friend. “What are you on about now?” he asks. “If she’s the love of your life would you let her touch your wings and would you tell her your real name and if you had to choose between her and work would you choose her?” Tokoyami presses. Hawks opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He wants to say yes. He wants to stick it to his friend and tell him he would indeed let himself be vulnerable with Mirko because she’s the love of his life so there! But Keigo has always hated lying and he knows the answer is no to all of the above. So he opts instead to say “I don’t see how that’s relevant.” “I give up. When Mirko inevitably slaps you or this otherwise blows up in your face at least try not to let it happen in front of paparazzi. Endeavor is very proud we’ve been bad headline free this month,” Tokoyami sighs before turning the opposite direction and leaving Hawks to his own devices.

“One question remains (y/n),” Katsuki announces to you as you both finish your drinks. “And what would that be?” you giggle. “Who are we taking home tonight? Or I guess who am I taking home and who are you convincing to take you to their home since you’re technically homeless,” he elaborates. “We told Midoriya we’d stay here and he could escort us back home so he wouldn’t have to worry,” you reply. “You were actually going to listen?” “No I was gonna sneak off during the speeches to bang someone and then be back here in time for Midoriya to escort us home.” “Smart woman.” “Thank you.” “So who are you thinking?” he asks.

Your eyes scan the banquet hall before finally alighting on a pair of red wings. He’s wearing a black suit with a tie and mask to match the color of his wings. His sandy blonde hair is wild and you wonder if it was styled that way or if the man had flown here and made it that way. Something about him is magnetic and you can’t explain why but you have a strong desire to follow its pull. “I may have found someone, not sure yet,” you hedge. Bakugo hums in acknowledgment as he too scans around the hall. “Why are you bothering to look?” you ask. “The fuck are you on about?” he questions back. “We both know you’re big gay for Red Riot. I would bet you have been since high school,” you tease. “Shut up,” Bakugo grouses. “Am I wrong though? He’s gotta be around here somewhere,” you say looking around. You finally spot the tell tale red hair of the man Bakugo once drunkenly confessed to you he lusts after. “There he is,” you grin. “I swear to god dumbass,” Bakugo warns, looking suddenly nervous. You roll your eyes and flag down one last glass of champagne. You press it into Bakugo’s hands and then you look him in the eye with all the seriousness your tipsy ass can muster. “Listen here Katsuki. Take this liquid courage, down it in one go, march right up to that sexy ass motherfucker and whisk him off his goddamn feet. You are Katsuki motherfucking Bakugo aka Dynamight aka explosion murder GOD, the number three hero in Japan. Now go get your mans,” you tell him. You watch his crimson eyes fill with determination and you have to resist laughing at the way he looks eerily similar to how he does before a particularly daunting battle. “I’m gonna do it,” he decides. “Fuck yes!” you encourage as he knocks back the champagne before passing you the empty glass and storming over to where Kirishima is.

Meanwhile Hawks is still searching for Mirko when he lays eyes on you instead. It’s like everything else stops. The rest of the world fades away as he watches you talk with Bakugo. There’s something about how casual and wild and free you look, even dressed as elegantly as you are. There’s something different about you and he can’t peel his eyes away. How has he never seen you before? Surely he would’ve noticed someone as captivating as you sooner. The speeches are due to start soon and he really should find a seat or something, but then Bakugo leaves and you’re standing there all alone and Hawks’ feet are taking him over to you without his brain having consciously decided to do so. “Mind if I join you?” he asks before he can talk himself out of it, taking a spot next to you leaning against the table. “Not at all,” you reply with a grin. Mirko walks right past the two of you and he doesn’t even notice, too caught up in your smile and your voice. God your voice is just as beautiful as the rest of you. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” Hawks admits. “I could say the same to you,” you fire back. “Trust me this isn’t my first rodeo around here. But I’d remember someone as stunning as you coming to one of these,” Hawks replies easily. “Probably not if I was on another man’s arm,” you admit. “Oh, you have a boyfriend.” “Had a fiancé. Now I’m free,” you pause, looking him up and down, “well free as a bird I guess,” you finish smirking. Hawks laughs at that. “Wow, I definitely haven’t heard that one a million times,” he teases you. “I never said I was creative, just that I was free,” you tell him. When your eyes meet again it’s like a million volts have shot through your gazes and suddenly you’re hungry for him in a way you haven’t been hungry for anyone in a very long time. The lights dim as the first speaker takes the stage, out of the corner of your eye you notice a familiar blonde head leading a red one out of the room. A quick search soon reveals Midoriya eagerly watching the stage for whatever crusty retiree is about to speak. Basically, the coast is clear. “As much as I would love to listen to a bunch of old people recount stories of their hero glory days, what do you say you and I sneak over to the hotel bar for a drink,” you offer. “I’d like nothing more,” Hawks grins.

As it turns out the hotel bar is closed, but you and Hawks have no intentions of letting that stop your fun. After a quick check for security cameras or nosy bystanders, you reach out with your quirk and carefully bring a nice bottle of hard liquor from behind the bar. You promptly pass it to Hawks who raises an eyebrow at you. “I’ve been drinking most of the night, you sir need to catch up,” you explain cheekily. “Fair enough,” Hawks laughs. He cracks open the bottle and takes a long pull from it, wincing a little as it burns down his throat. “Now where to since the bar isn’t an option?” he asks. You pause and think for a moment before coming up with an idea. “Follow me,” you whisper conspiratorially before grabbing Hawks’ hand and dragging him down the hall to the stairs, both of you abandoning your masks as you go.

Hawks has never done anything this wild and reckless before. Regardless of the press’s perception of him, Hawks has had a highly regimented life since the HPSC took him in, and his sense of duty and responsibility had only grown since he properly began his career. Sure, he’s had a few girlfriends over the years, but he truly was looking for love in every one of them. Yes, even the ones after Mirko.

You are something different entirely. What he felt for all of them combined could not compare to the feelings racing through him now as the two of you run up the stairs two at a time, the sound of your footsteps echoing up the tight stairwell. He can’t take it anymore and when the two of you reach the next landing he tugs you into him by your hand and kisses you. He can taste the champagne on your tongue but there’s also something uniquely you in the kiss that he can’t get enough of. So he takes and takes and takes like a man starving and you’re all too happy to give it to him. When you two stop to catch your breath you whisper, “come on, we’re almost there,” and then press another kiss to his lips quickly before tugging him out the door into the hallway.

You keep going until you finally find the door you’re looking for. When you try the handle it’s locked but you’re not concerned. You bend down and extend your quirk into the lock, closing your eyes so you can concentrate. You can feel the different tumblers and get to work pushing at each one experimentally until they click into the proper position and the door unlocks. You grin and push the door open. “After you,” you say. “That’s a neat party trick. You sure you’re a hero?” Hawks teases as he steps into the room. As he finally turns to take it in he realizes you’ve brought him to the hotel pool. “I’m sure,” you laugh, “just grew up a bit rougher than most have. Lockpicking is pretty simple to be honest. Regardless, we should have this place to ourselves.” Hawks can relate but he’s not allowed to tell you that, so instead he asks “Oh really?” “Really.” “Wonder what we should get up to then,” he muses before suddenly pushing you into the water.

It takes a half a second for you to register what’s happening and then you’re plunging under the surface of the water. You quickly resurface and you want to be pissed but your mystery man is laughing and it’s so beautiful it’s as if the sun itself is contained within his smile. Something tells you he doesn’t laugh like this much, so, instead of getting angry, you decide to get even. “Oh you think that’s funny bird boy?” you ask. “I do,” he grins down at you as he stands what he thinks is a safe distance away from the pool’s edge. “Then why don’t you come join me,” you smile back. You reach out with your quirk, feeling it wrap around his body and then tug. You can see the shocked look on his face as your quirk drags him to the water’s edge and then unceremoniously dumps him in the water. As he comes up for air, shaking water out of his hair he looks so affronted but you can see the amusement there too. He hadn’t expected you to retaliate. So now it’s your turn to laugh. Even though your dress is probably ruined and your perfectly styled hair definitely is for the night, you laugh in a way you haven’t in ages. “Oh it’s on now,” Hawks declares and suddenly the two of you are splashing each other like children, both trying to use your quirks to gain an advantage. It’s crazy and chaotic and soon splashing turns to all but wrestling and when he finally has you pinned against him and immobilized, your back to his chest and his arms holding you tightly so you can’t squirm away, both of you stop. You both try to catch your breath, the sound of the water and your heavy breathing echoing off the pool walls. You can feel his growing erection pressing against you and you know how the rest of this will go. You’ve got an impressive resume of one night stand experience, have heard all the lines, so you’re prepared for whichever one he’s about to use. At least you think you are. “I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, “I don’t usually do stuff like this. Someone like you is new to me.” You’re about to roll your eyes when you notice his hands are shaking and it occurs to you that he must mean every word.

You hadn’t expected that. Not at all. This is different than those one night stands. He’s different. The scariest part is that this is new for you too. You don’t do play fighting in the pool. Even with Monoma there had been no magic in the relationship. It was a necessary work deal and then it morphed into something comfortable. When you invited Hawks to the bar you had just meant to drag him away for sex and then leave to go back to the gala the minute you both were satisfied. You’d weather Midoriya’s concerned look and Bakugo would high five you and then you’d forget about the mystery man with the red wings. You turn in his arms, your eyes meet his golden ones, and immediately your heartbeat is kicking in your chest. This is not that. This is more than that.

And that fucking terrifies you.

Before you can fully panic Hawks is kissing you with an intensity you can appreciate and a yearning you are shocked by but can relate to all the same. This is a one night deal. That’s how these things go. But there’s a small, traitorous part of you screaming that it doesn’t have to be this way. So you kiss him like this is the first of many to satiate that small part of you, but you also kiss him like it’s the last one ever because you know that’s the more likely option. You kiss him until kissing isn’t enough and your hands move to push his suit jacket off. He catches onto the memo quickly and removes his jacket easily before tossing it aside. He goes to remove his shirt and fumbles, Jesus Christ his hands are still shaking, so you replace his with yours and carefully begin to undo each button as he instead reaches to pull down the zipper of your dress. Between the two of you and your quirks it isn’t much longer until you’re both naked, pressed together, your clothes laid out on the side in the vague hope they’ll be drier by the time the two of you have to leave the haven you’ve created. You don’t even notice that Hawks is walking you backwards until you feel the pool ledge against your back but small details like that feel irrelevant when he’s got one hand on your waist to keep you steady and the other on your breast to thumb at your sensitive nipple.

“Up,” he commands and it sends a bit of a shiver down your spine as you obediently hop up onto the ledge. You expected him to join you but he doesn’t, instead grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him. It’s interesting looking down on him like this but you think you could get addicted to the hungry look in his eyes. He slowly spreads your thighs apart, maintaining eye contact in a silent request for permission as you realize what he has planned for you. You give a short nod and then he’s diving in, his tongue immediately licking up along your folds. You shudder and your grip on the pool ledge tightens as he finds your clit and begins to lavish attention on it, licking at and sucking on the sensitive nub. You think you could get off on that alone but then he switches focus, not wanting to end things too quickly, as he instead begins to tongue fuck you like his life depends on it. You throw your head back and moan as you feel his tongue sliding in and out of you, his nose occasionally brushing over your still sensitive clit. He reaches one hand up to give your nipples some attention too and soon you can’t help the keening noises that spill from your lips unbidden. You card one hand through his hair and then grab onto some of the locks as you press him in deeper, helping guide him and that magic tongue of his exactly where you want it. It doesn’t take much longer after that for you to reach climax and the look of smug satisfaction on his face after has you hungry for more of him.

You’d let him be the boss so far but it’s your turn now. “I need you up here now bird boy,” you pant as you try to catch your breath, tugging on his hair to emphasize your point. He looks a little bewildered but you can tell by the way his dick twitches he’s not opposed. “Yes ma’am,” he replies cheekily as he climbs out of the pool. As soon as he’s on the side with you you move to straddle his hips and his hands instinctively go to your waist. “Ready?” you ask and he quickly nods his head. You don’t need any more encouragement as you line yourself up and then slowly sink yourself down onto his dick. For some reason the moment you’ve fully sunk down and he’s buried all the way inside you is incredibly overwhelming. So overwhelming, in fact, you think you might cry. It’s inexplicable, but when your eyes meet Hawks’ you can tell he feels exactly the same. You stare at each other with watery eyes as he whispers “This is...” and trails off, shaking his head as he struggles to find the words to describe this moment. “Heaven in hiding,” you finish for him and it’s like something clicks into place in both your hearts. “Yea. This is heaven in hiding,” he confirms and then he’s kissing you and there’s something there you’re too terrified to identify but you still give it back to him.

You start moving, lifting your hips slowly before sinking back down onto him again and the way he whimpers into your mouth is intoxicating. He lets you control the rhythm as you ride his dick, instead focusing on trailing kisses down your neck as he rubs and pinches your nipples. You’re so incredibly tight around him that he can barely stand it. So he allows himself this surrender, allows himself to be lost in you and wholly unrestrained for the first time in a very, very long time. “Can I-?” you ask with your hand reaching for, but stopping just shy of, his wings so he can see what you’re doing and decide first. He drops his hands to your waist to still you for a second as he stares at your face in wonder almost. “No one’s bothered to ask before,” he confesses and he hadn’t really realized how much that bothered him until now. “They should’ve,” you reply simply. He takes hold of one of your hands and brings it to his mouth to press a kiss to your knuckles before guiding your hand to one of his wings. You carefully run your hands through the feathers beneath your fingertips, shocked at their softness, and notice the way he shivers at the touch. “Are they sensitive?” you ask curiously as you continue to stroke them. “Fuck. Yes baby, very,” he groans as he leans forward to rest his head against your shoulder, his grip on your hips tightening. You experimentally clench your fist around a handful of the feathers and tug slightly, immediately his hips buck up into you and he groans. “It’s ok I’ve got you,” you tell him. He pulls back so he can finally look into your eyes again and quietly replies “I know.”

You’re not even sure who initiated it this time when the two of you begin kissing each other again. You start riding him again, the two of you quickly finding a tender rhythm together to move in sync. His wings flare and puff up behind him as if loving the sudden attention you’re giving them and as you continue to stroke through them Hawks brings one of his hands to your clit to provide extra stimulation to you too. Your moans echo back to you and it’s like the two of you are creating a symphony in this little safe haven you’ve created for yourselves in the hotel pool and it’s all so much. Almost too much. You can feel tears on your cheeks and you’re not sure if they’re yours or his, but you don’t care. You don’t care in the slightest you just need him, all of him. Finally you give a particularly strong tug on his feathers and it’s enough to have him crying out as he reaches his orgasm. The feeling of him filling you up and the gorgeous picture he makes is enough to send you over the edge as well and there’s nothing either of you can do besides hold each other tightly, moans choking out of your throats like sobs as you’re overwhelmed by your climaxes and the unnamed feelings bursting between the two of you.

When the feeling finally passes it leaves both of you somewhat drained as you pant to catch your breath. Hawks carefully reaches a hand to your cheek and brushes away your tears. You’re more than happy to return the favor. Turns out both of you had been crying. “Was that as insane and overwhelming for you as it was me,” Hawks asks quietly. “Yea... Yea it really fucking was,” you confess. “Good,” Hawks replies before pressing another sweet kiss to your lips. Both of you have the distinct thought, “I could stay like this forever,” at the same time, but it would seem the universe has other plans.

Your quiet moment is disturbed by the sound of an alarm blaring overhead. You both curse your luck but still are in no hurry to move. You carefully remove yourself from his dick, trying diligently to ignore how obscene it looks to watch his cum start to dribble out of you and how it feels like a loss for it not to stay. Hawks seems to be having similar thoughts but tears his eyes away as he goes to get dressed. You use your quirk to squeeze out as much water as you can from your dress without further damaging it. The alarm is still blaring and you’re both well aware you should be moving with more urgency but it’s hard to make yourselves leave the little world you created for yourselves in here. Once you’re both redressed you quietly clasp each other’s hands and finally leave the room.

The alarm is even louder in the hallway and it’s like the magic of the previous moment is shattered by it. “We probably should arrive separately. Avoid scandal and all that,” you say. “You’re right,” he admits. Neither of you let go of the other’s hand. Finally you sigh, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, before slipping your hand from his and heading the opposite direction. You both jog away in a bid to exit the building and figure out what’s going on when a thought strikes you. You don’t know each other’s names. You decide it’s for the best. Hawks spins around to try and catch up to you and ask but you’re already gone. It feels like an ending.

It’s actually only the beginning.

Author’s Note: I typically try to keep the reader’s quirk nonspecific in my work because I know a lot of people have ideas of what they’d want their quirk to be if they were in the MHA universe but (y/n)’s quirk has plot relevance so I gave her a specific one. She can move objects with her mind (telekinesis) but she feels it almost like a physical sensation, as if there’s an invisible extension of herself reaching out to grab things. It’s why she can use it for something as specific as picking a lock. As y’all can see this one got away from me lol but I hope it’s worth the wait. OH ALSO the pool scene is inspired by the one from Baz Luhrman’s Romeo and Juliet.

Taglist [open]: @akkaso @cathy8taffy @eeppff

#hopelesspf #hawks #wing hero hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 3 years ago

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True Heroism

True Heroism by MVickery

With only a slight change in Hosu: As it turns out, Stain's blood type just happens to be O- at a critical time. AKA: That Au when the scene with the Noumu that kidnapped Izuku at the end of the Stain battle goes horribly wrong, and two end up becoming one.

Yes. Along with his many other problems, Izuku Midoriya seems to have gained the mother of all bad things that could have possibly happened. Chizome Akaguro was never the most sain man, and now that they are forced to share the same head things can only go downhill. All because of one simple attack those darn doctors Kaneki Ken-ed him!

Words: 2500, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Todoroki Shouto, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Iida Tenya, Iida Tensei | Ingenium, Satou Rikidou, Kouda Kouji, Tokoyami Fumikage, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Monoma Neito, Sensei | All For One, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Eri, Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki, Kurogiri, after the first two these aren't in order of main to least main, just the the order of when I think of very relevant characters, to this fic of course, I will add more below when I think of them

Relationships: Akaguro Chizome | Stain & Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tensei | Ingenium & Iida Tenya, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, More to add

Additional Tags: Midoriya and Stain share a body, Mind Shenanigans, Crack Treated Seriously, Angst, Medical Procedures, Heart Transplant, Stain goes less insane, Post-Hero Killer Stain Arc, noumu, we got trauma!, Trauma, Ideals, Stain believes he is a Philosopher, at first I mean, Stain thinks Midoriya is a true hero, and I mean- he is, he just has a weird voice in his head which sometimes helps and sometimes wants murder, like we all do!, this one was just a bit more active, this is NOT Tokyo Ghoul and I didn't realise until halfway through chapter one it was a bit like it, Iida best Boy, Angry Bakugou Katsuki, Friend groups get mixed around

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34021747

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Akaguro Chizome #Stain #Iida Tenya #Shouto Todoroki #R:G #A:MVickery #Angst

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dabistits · 5 years ago

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To talk about Twice and villainy is to talk about class and criminality (III)

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Class in BNHA

Returning to my earlier point that BNHA should be read alongside the social concerns of real-world Japan, I want to note that these events almost surely affected and remained within Horikoshi’s awareness. Horikoshi was born in 1986, and thus lived through the economic downturns of the 90′s and 2000′s as a child and young adult. In 2010 when Sugimoto’s article was published—not in the least the first of its kind—Horikoshi was 24 years-old, more than old enough to remember the public discourses about Japan’s kakusa shakai. In 2008, only two years earlier, an award-winning film dealing with the financial struggles of a Tokyo family, Tokyo Sonata, was released, and 2012 saw an infamous starvation case involving a family that made international headlines. In 2014, BNHA began serialization. Without speculating on the political leanings of the author himself, it seems remiss not to posit the likelihood that these events and the atmosphere they engendered can be connected to Horikoshi’s writing and the kind of story he intends to tell. While BNHA isn’t what I’d necessarily call class-conscious, the ways it delves into class is noticeable even outside of Jin’s backstory and are worth a discussion.

If not exactly class-conscious, there nevertheless seems to be an awareness of class in BNHA. Not even our heroes are able to fully escape it, and in 1-A, there are small distinctions drawn between the experiences of more wealthy students and ones that are less well-off. For example, Yaoyorozu Momo wows classmates with her stately house, brings expensive furniture into the dorms, and exhibits naïve joy at shopping at an outlet store; Todoroki Shouto’s family home was shown to be a large, traditional residence, and a secondary house has since been built on the income of his formerly abusive, currently estranged father. Both students come from established hero families, and both were admitted to U.A. based on recommendation. On the other hand, Uraraka Ochako comes from a working-class family, and explains that a big part of her decision to become a hero is to support her parents’ business. She’s also been shown to be amazed at U.A.’s dorm facilities, and has frequent jokes made about her thriftiness in bonus material. When it comes to villains, these issues manifest with much more distinctiveness. Aside from Jin, a couple members of the Shie Hassaikai also bring up issues of class and exploitation when they explain their decision to join Overhaul: one was indebted, and the other had his Quirk exploited by an unethical boss. When Overhaul found them, they were “rotting away on the streets.”

On another level, BNHA is certainly hierarchy-conscious. As I’ve brought up before, many of the antagonist groups we see are strictly hierarchal, and more importantly, the lower-ranking members are often commanded to live and die according to their leader’s desires. From the members of the Shie Hassaikai to the Meta Liberation Army, we continuously see them lending their bodies and Quirks to the causes of their superiors, only to be discarded at the most opportune moments: Overhaul directly uses one of his followers as a meat shield, and the Meta Liberation Army decides to put their members in the path of danger, just to steal some glory from the LOV. Geten, from the MLA, has no qualms about enacting such wide-scale destruction that the members of his own organization get caught in the crossfire.

It seems relevant to mention that Yotsubashi Rikiya “Redestro,” the wealthy CEO of Detnerat and successor to the revolutionary Destro, makes his official appearance in the series through an advertisement, a medium tied to the capitalist drive for production and consumerism. Advertisements can also be understood as a medium for misrepresentation, an idealized image created to maximize sales, and sure enough, Redestro’s friendly façade gives way when he kills his assistant, Miyashita, for a mildly disparaging comment about Destro’s ideals. Before the murder, Redestro asks Miyashita whether he has a family or a significant other, making sure that his absence will not be missed, but the pointed question also seems to work as a stand-in for the invisibility of those who “serve” the rich, who can be discarded without hardly a blink of an eye. Miyashita, despite his proximity to wealth and to the wealthy, despite being on all counts a hardworking, model employee, remains expendable in the eyes of his boss. Furthermore, this act of violence occurs not in the supposedly crime-ridden streets—it happens in a swanky office building, where both killer and victim are supposedly working in civilian capacities. It suggests that hierarchies are not something that only belong in the villain world, but that these cycles of exploitation and expendability proliferate throughout society down to our offices and homes.

Quirks as determiners of worth.

In fact, home is where we bear witness to one of the greatest feats of exploitation: in the marriage between Rei and her abuser. Of course, the greatest foundation in this dynamic is patriarchy, wherein the woman is treated like the property of her husband, but there’s a subtle twist in this arrangement thanks to the introduction of Quirks. Rei’s marriage was not simply considered an “arranged marriage,” but specifically a “Quirk marriage” meant to strengthen the Quirks of the following generation by choosing a suitable partner. The Quirk marriage between Rei and her abuser was facilitated by his wealth and fame—acquired through his work in the line of pro heroes—therefore placing a price tag on her Quirk and on her person. I consider this to be an indication of the commodification of Quirks—“commodity” meaning roughly, in the Marxist sense, something that can be “bought or sold” or “exchanged in the market.”

Of course, the horrific thing about purchasing Quirks is they are attached to humans. Quirks are genetic mutations, and are stated in-text to specifically be biological attributes; without a human with the appropriate genetic mutation, a specific Quirk doesn’t exist. If the past serves as any lesson, it’s likely that as Quirks (and the humans who wield them) began to be seen as increasingly valuable, the ruling class soon caught on to the fact that Quirks needed to be controlled, regulated, and diverted to serve the interests of capital. Thus, Quirk regulations were born to prevent a potentially cataclysmic disruption to the means of production, as were pro heroes—a superpowered arm of law enforcement to deal with superpowered criminals. Contemporarily, heroes are largely those whose Quirks are considered the most valuable, and they’re paid for wielding said Quirks in defense of the rule of law; in other words, they sell their Quirk-wielding expertise. While Quirks themselves can’t yet be bought and sold (at least not on a wide scale), the humans attached to them can be.

This leads to yet another societal dysfunction. Because some Quirks are considered more valuable than others, and because Quirks are attached to persons, some people are considered more valuable than others. This comes through even more clearly in the original Japanese word for Quirk: 個性 (kosei). Kosei can be translated as “individuality” but also as “personality” or “character,” e.g. she has a strong personality (kosei), [source] a meaning that inevitably implicates the human behind the personality. But in the world of BNHA, a strong kosei no longer simply means a strong personality—it can also mean a strong Quirk. In the linguistic realm, personality and Quirk have become indistinguishable, and this has two effects: one, Quirks are presumed to influence personality (as in the cases of Toga and Shinsou), and two, that which makes us individual, our personalities, has become entangled with Quirks-as-commodity. That is to say, one’s kosei determines one’s worth under capitalism.

Of course, people with “good” or “valuable” Quirks (and thus presumably “good” and “valuable” personalities) are funneled into law enforcement and encouraged to uphold the status quo—the very status quo which increases their chances of gaining wealth, fame, and prestige that they can then pass down to subsequent generations. However, the policing class must justify its existence—if there is no crime, then there’s no need for policing. In one respect, this “need” is manufactured by criminalizing poverty (as discussed above), and other harmless acts (such as drug possession), and by creating the adverse, alienated conditions in which violence is not considered only necessary, but normal for both the policing class and those who are policed. Under the classification of value, however, there’s another easy scapegoat: people with “bad” or “worthless” Quirks.

While no Quirk is explicitly criminalized, there are many Quirks that carry a stigma, including the likes of Transform and Brainwash (whose wielders are regarded with suspicion for fear of “bad” personalities); some Quirks walk the line between “criminalized” and “stigmatized” altogether. Consider the Quirk wielded by the indebted member of the Shie Hassaikai, which allows him to transfer any object on another’s person into his hands: the Quirk is called “Larceny.” The naming is telling; it draws a direct link between indebtedness/need, and theft as a crime and as a kosei. With some people presumed “destined” for crime, and those presumptions becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy as they’re shut off from opportunities for advancement, law enforcement is endowed with legitimacy. Heroes and villains become two sides of the same coin—one unable to exist without the other, both socially-constructed categories to perpetuate the ruling class.

#bubaigawara jin #jin bubaigawara #bnha meta #the exhaustive meta about i love twice

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dereksmcgrath · 3 years ago

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This series started with Izuku, whose “legs just started moving” because someone “looked like [they] needed saving” before he realized what he was doing. Thanks to Ochaco, this chapter brings us back to people whose legs started moving because Izuku looked like he needed saving.

“A Young Woman’s Declaration,” My Hero Academia Chapter 324

By Koehi Horikoshi, translation by Caleb Cook, lettering by John Hunt

Available from Viz

Spoiler warning for World Heroes’ Mission.

I don’t like how many of my posts lately have included the disclaimer “I don’t give Ochaco Uraraka enough credit.” It gets to a point that I’m protesting too much and exposing some dislike for the character–which is not true, I do like the character–or it’s me struggling to put into words what I like about the character.

She has been a pivotal part to all of My Hero Academia, and I don’t just mean how this chapter reminds us that she was the first new student Izuku met and that she helped him before he fell on his face during qualifying exams. No, what I mean is that, without Ochaco, a lot of where we are in this plot, for good or bad, would not have happened. While other characters have stood out due to some quirk–a personality detail, an eye-catching design, or a literal Quirk–Ochaco’s importance gets overshadowed because, without her, we would not have arrived at some parts of this story.

I need to re-read previous blog posts to appreciate what she provides to My Hero Academia, and part of that challenge is that there is the considerable gap in my reviews following the Sports Festival Arc. So, I haven’t written here about how impressive her character progression has been. We saw her thought process after losing to Bakugo, as she chose to work under Gunhead to increase her combat training, a skill set we have seen applied in ways that advanced the plot–not necessarily in ways that ultimately helped her, seeing as her ability to disable Toga is what gave her the opportunity to imitate her in the License Exam Arc, which then got her access to Izuku’s blood to imitate him in the Shie Hassekai Arc, and what led to Toga finally unlocking the Quirks of others, starting with Ochaco’s, in the Meta Liberation Army Arc.

Look at all of that: it’s because of Ochaco’s presence that all of that happened in one arc.

I’m ambivalent whether there is going to be some satisfying payoff to Ochaco and Toga’s story, as this chapter has the very brief reference to their connection that I don’t think works as well here in a comic book format–one brief panel showing her memory of Toga smiling despite tearing up, that is continuing the awkwardly construction symbolism of smiles in this series (All Might telling people to smile, Shigaraki’s terrifying re-deployment of such smiles for different ends)–but that I hope will play better with timing and an extended pause for Ochaco whenever this story is adapted for the anime.

But what I’m pointing out is how Ochaco has been relevant to moving the plot along. I don’t think the series at any point has really given her a satisfying character development arc since the Sports Festival, largely because that arc wrapped up her development–she wanted to be a hero to support her family, she realizes she needs to be a hero to protect others, she wants to protect Izuku because he’ll protect others, protecting others means that a lot of other people will be saved and not just her family. This chapter tries to approach all of that again by showing us her memories of her parents cheering on a Pro Hero, something we saw recently in the anime when Ochaco and Shinso saved Izuku from the newly emerged Blackwhip Quirk.

But it feels like the plotline of Ochaco’s rise in heroic work has been dangling for so long, and to return to it to, as I have complained before, build her story as one supporting our main protagonist Izuku, still feels like there is a lot left unfinished to really give Ochaco more to do. There is still time to see how this all pans out, as the story is not finished, and I have to suspend judgment until we see whether Izuku can stop All For One and redeem Shigaraki, and whether Ochaco can help Toga after all that the latter went through in a society that suppressed her desires to the point that she lashed out in awful ways. I just hope, after a disappointing beach episode and, honestly, very little for her to do in the three films, that we do see a new plot emerge for Ochaco. At least we’re not stooping to the same “Ochaco has a crush on Izuku” gags, and, yeah, I’m still whining about those.

I had written last time how I had hoped for speeches by Eri, Kota, and the giant bystander to echo Ochaco’s speech. This approach by Horikoshi and company works a lot better. We’ll see Eri again soon, I bet, given her and Monoma’s presence in the previous chapter and Aizawa’s brief cameo in this one. But the flashback to Kota picking out red shoes like Izuku’s, the giant bystander’s brief remarks from the sidelines that the angry crowd could hear, followed by both silently approaching the devastated Izuku on the ground–all of that worked, using images over words to do what comics should.

Speaking of Izuku, I appreciated how raw this chapter was in showing how much pain he is in, mentally and emotionally, not just physically. The crowd seeing how damaged he is physically does invite comparisons to the unmasking elevated train scene in Spider-Man 2 as everyone sees how young he is. And I love that the first bystander that talked to Izuku way back in Chapter 1 is here again, grimly looking at what has happened to this boy he made one passing encouraging comment to. Despite my suspicions still about Nezu–is his expression one of concern at new heroes getting in the way of his plans, or honest appreciation to see Ochaco rise to the occasion and how devastated Izuku has been through all of this–it is a heartwarming ending to this chapter that has been needed. Things are obviously going to get grim again, based on how Hawks, Todoroki, and Endeavor were looking, especially with the League still out there, but this reprieve is as needed as the one Izuku needs to recuperate.

Speaking of Chapter 1, we return to Izuku’s narration that this is the story about how he became the world’s greatest hero. I do think there is a cheat to now reveal that this is the story about how they all became the world’s greatest hero, but I can overlook that trick given what I have said about this franchise, and what it has made obvious for so long: there is no one individual who can save the day, that work depends on collaborative effort. As I said before, All Might’s failure was that he did not work with others, not only in terms of trying to be the Symbol of Peace alone, not only for staying out of contact with Nana’s family, Gran Torino, and Nighteye, but also because he did not use all the Quirks that One for All could have provided to him. Izuku has learned that lesson so fast over one year, that the only way any of us are getting out of national, global, or societal problems is by working together.

Trying to reach agreement with people who disagree with you is hard; it’s even harder when, in Izuku’s world, people are ready to sacrifice Pro Heroes to whoever is ready to kill them, and in our world we have allowed rightwing terrorists to work in our representative government so that anything–guns, theocrats, poverty, COVID–can kill us.

But if there is any optimistic thought I have about what Izuku says, and it may be another cheat by the story, it’s just exactly who “we” is when he says “the story of how we all became the greatest heroes.” The previous images showed the people who saved Izuku: Ochaco, Bakugo, Iida, Tsuyu, Todoroki, Eijiro, and other classmates. But that’s not who appears on the two-page spread when Izuku says “we”: it’s him, Kota, and the giant bystander. I’m not expecting Kota to become a Pro Hero by the end of the manga’s overall story; I don’t expect the unnamed giant to stop being a bystander. But their presence with Izuku shows that the heroes here are not the Pro Heroes but people within a society fixing the problem in front of them.

I’m struggling to put this into words that doesn’t devolve into Captain Hammer singing “Everyone’s a Hero in Their Own Way,” as that song already exposes the emptiness of such platitudes. But like trying to talk about Ochaco, I’m struggling to talk about how this ending just works, as it gives hope that My Hero Academia changes the definition of “hero” from a Pro Hero to someone who runs without realizing it to help someone in need. It’s why it’s kind of weird that this chapter is named after Ochaco, whereas I think this and the last chapter needed to reverse their titles: the last chapter’s title, “That Single Step,” seems more evocative of how this chapter ends, with someone taking steps to run up to Izuku.

#my hero academia #manga review #izuku midoriya #ochaco uraraka #mha spoilers

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imagines-mha · 4 years ago

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Ma’am, I have been scouring the internet, but I cannot find any BNHA x readers where the READER is the Yandere >:( I was a disappointed bean, but I have decided to turn to you for help. Reader is jealous of ochako’s relationship with Izuku, Yandere murder hijinks ensue? I suck a describing this sorta thing but this would make me a happy bean. Lotsa love for you dear!! 💕💖💞💕💘💗 -Peachy

Omg my LOVE 🥺 ur so right NOONE writes a yandere! reader these days!! I hope this was okay 💖💖

〰️💚 Unhealthy Obsessions 💚〰️

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x yandere! reader

Fic type: Yandere

Warnings: gore, murder, yandere, kidnapping, obsessions, rip uraraka but y/n’s different

Plot: You know what Izuku needs. It’s definitely not Uraraka

Word count: 2079

You knew Izuku Midoriya well.

You knew he wanted to be the next number 1 hero. You knew his childhood nickname from Bakugo Katsuki was Deku. You knew he was born quirkless. You knew his birthday was July 15th. You knew he stood at 5’5. You knew his mother's name was Inko and he wasn’t in contact with his father. You knew he had a hamster back home. You knew his favourite restaurant. You knew he did his laundry on Thursdays and he separated his whites. You knew he got up an hour earlier than everyone else to train in secret. You knew last week he cut his arm from a loose nail in the wall. You knew he mumbled to himself at nights when no one was awake, and you knew he stirred his coffee exactly six times before drinking it.

You knew Izuku Midoriya more than anyone else in the entire world. Unfortunately, Izuku Midoriya barely even knew you existed.

Pity.

You were just another girl in 1-A to him. Your relevance stopped at trading notes whenever he needed something difficult explained. Each time you saw him struggle with a concept, a burning fire erupted in your soul and you scrambled to help him with whatever it was.

His constant gratitude sent shocks of electricity up your veins, too. It tensed your muscles to know that he thought of you as a decent person.

His ignorance on all other fronts did very little to hinder your dedication. You decided that the less he knew about you, the more freedom you had to know more about him without getting caught.

Plus- it wasn’t as though your fluttering eyelashes and sneaky glances would get through his oblivious mind, because he was always preoccupied with his girlfriend, Ochako Uraraka. You always saw her, draped off his arm like a cheap piece of jewellery; squealing his name whenever he stepped foot into the same room as her

You often wondered if her squealing would sound any different if she were being held in a choke-hold…

That's why tonight would be so painstakingly glorious, for you anyway. Because tonight would finally be the night you would reap your victory over the boy that you deserved; that you worked so hard on. You knew the subject of Izuku back and forth, inside out and upside down. You bet Uraraka didn’t even know his ring fingers were only 2 milimetres longer than his pointers

Everyone was dispersed around the bar. You checked your phone to find it was 24 minutes past 10. Since it was a blissful summer’s night, the clouds outside were still lingering over the royal blue sky and the soft chill was only beginning to shake the leaves on the trees.

Izuku sat with some of your class, luckily those of which you managed to get somewhat close to over the year. Tsuyu Asui welcomed you over with a wave, handing you a fresh drink and kindly including you in the conversation. Your eyes were transfixed on your darling the entire time. Soon he’ll be yours.

But not now.

“Hey y/n!” The rosy voice of Ochako rang like a school bell first thing in the morning. You swallowed what was almost bile to the back of your throat and shot her a smile through pursed lips,

“Hi Uraraka!”

It was as friendly as you could muster, and she seemed to buy it- judging by how quickly the conversation flowed. You used your oh-so-bright, convincing personality to coax everyone into drinking a lot more than they probably should have. Anything to numb his memory, you thought, you couldn’t have your darling in distress for too long

It took a while for them all to drink enough to get up off their seats, and finally you were free to act

You began with the easiest step: the sleeping pills. You used this tactic a lot more than you would ever admit. But it was easy, quick, and the possibilities of you ever getting caught were reduced to almost nothing! What other methods promised such outcomes?

You finished popping them in as many of the cups as you could, managing to avoid any prying questions by Bakugo in the process. You never took him to be such a curious boy, but one time he had caught you rummaging through Izuku’s locker in the early hours before school, and you had carelessly blurted out something about leaving a memory pen there from the day before. You remembered the way he narrowed his eyes at you and stormed off again, muttering on about how careless other students were in comparison to him

You were grateful he ditched the subject after that night, but you never missed the questioning glances he would send your way when you were always first to offer Izuku help with cleaning out his things.

11 minutes past midnight.

You could feel a tornado of nerves spinning around in the pit of your stomach. It rose and fell with every person that slumped into their chairs and let your pills sing them to sleep. If they weren’t outcold, they were aimlessly stumbling around like zombies in the smoked-up strobe lights. Your plan, so far, was working in your favour. All that was left was the core of it.

Spotting your target alone for once curved a smile upward onto your red lips. She was searching for her phone, the one that you had swiped the moment she got up to dance. You had no remorse- she deserved it. Plus, it wasn’t like she’d be using it past today anyway

“Hey ochako!” your modulated voice complemented your bright smile perfectly. Her gaze found yours, and you could notice her distress through her exhausted state. Her eyes opened and shut slowly, and her speech was beginning to slur. Any moment now and she would join an unconscious Tsuyu at the other end of the table

“y/n...m-my..is e-everyone alright..?” she asked in a drowsy tone, sitting down at the end of the booth and gazing up to you hopelessly. You towered above her, full of energy while hers was actively depleting. The feeling itself sent a sugar rush straight to your chest, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

“Lie down Ochako…” you feigned worry, removing her hand from balancing her head and aiding her with resting on the table, “i’ll get you some water…”

She feebly nodded and her eyes slowly shut. The only challenge for you now was to hide her unconscious body from the eyes of your peers before they noticed something was wrong. However, judging by the way they were all exactly like her at the moment, that didn’t look at all likely

You blocked her from view until you were certain she was completely knocked out, and then slung her limp arm over your shoulder. She would be knocked out for at least two hours, and your task would take 45 minutes at the most. You basked in your blissful cruelty, ad kicked open one of the back doors of the bar

The cool chill of the June night gave you the intake of oxygen you needed after spending the night in the suffocatingly hot bar. The outdoor’s silence numbed your ears and the fresh smell of rain blessed your nostrils with something other than alcohol.

If you hadn’t have been about to commit murder, this would have passed for a rather peaceful night

You tugged Uraraka away from the back doors and began to tread up the small lane of an alleyway, caved in by bricks and graffiti. It looked like a crime scene just waiting to happen. You used your phone’s flashlight to find a little incision in the alley, and threw her body into it as though you were discarding something disgusting from the bottom of your shoe.

You had to admit. She looked peaceful lying slumped against the wall, with her arms crossed over her stomach to allow her body to squeeze in between the tiny crawl space. If she weren’t the most disgusting, threatening thing you had ever seen, maybe her demise would have been kinder

How tragic

You drew your pointed blade and selfishly let out a laugh; maniacal at worst. Her eyes didn’t budge when you roughly plunged it into her chest, but you could feel the fighting heaves in her chest nonetheless. It gave you a drive to continue slashing, although some of you wished she were awake, to resist you. That way you would feel more accomplished after you slaughtered her

But you can’t have everything, right?

You laughed another remorseless laugh and continued stabbing. Stabbing for every kiss they shared, and for every time they said “i love you”. Stabbing for every stupid gift she gave him, and stabbing for every single time she moaned his name. Stabbing until there was no room left to stab.

When you were certain she was dead, you drew your lighter. You knew only to burn the parts of her skin that you had touched, but you let yourself have a little fun on her face too. That look you always hated was now blistering red. That body you’ve always envied was now burnt to the bone. You could smell sizzling flesh burn it’s way up into your sinuses.

She looked prettier when she was mutilated, you concluded

You chucked the lighter in a nearby dumpster, then slipped your compact knife safely into its sheath and under the bottom of your bra. You returned to the bar, taking a few minutes to dismantle any active security cameras, and headed to the bathroom to change outfits

A few sleeping pills later and you were just as out cold as everyone else. You were as little of a suspect as Izuku himself right now, and that thought alone made you sleep like a baby

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“Izuku, darling?”

Your voice was like honey. Ever since Uraraka’s ‘tragic murder’ you had stepped in to assist Izuku with his recovery, because you knew more than anyone how much he needed all the love he could get right now

And for him, you had love to spare

“Yeah?” he asked feebly from the bed, where he was all wrapped up tightly in soft, fuzzy blankets and fresh bandages. They clung tightly to his broken wrist: the result of tumbling down the flight of slippery stairs

You almost felt sorry for him when it happened. You were expecting a broken arm at best, and were a little disappointed with the fact it was only his hand, but he whimpered so poorly that night that it put pangs of sadness in your heart. For once, you were grateful he always made a quick recovery

You would just have to make sure you used a stronger substance next time

“Dinner’s ready!” you cooed, appearing in his room with two full plates in your hand. He was bound here for as long as it took for his legs to start working again. Poor little accident prone izuku couldn’t even remember breaking them in the first place because of how strong his concussion was afterwards.

You still had the splatters of blood on your baseball bat in the basement ...

The sweetest sensation in the world was watching his eyes slowly droop while he was eating. You had put four sleeping pills in his food, and they were taking their toll rather quickly- much to your delight. As you said, they did the job better than anything else

“y- y/n… i feel tired…” he mumbled, and you took the fork from his hand to continue feeding him the rest until he was completely passed out.

How adorable was he… looking all too innocent in your filthy mind…

You indulged yourself with taking a few pictures of him for your album. How could you resist, when he looked so helplessly precious? And he was yours; all yours to keep for as long as forever

It took effort hoisting him over your shoulder and climbing up the creaky stairs to the attic.

He barely stirred as you closed the lid of the cardboard box over him and slammed the door shut again, rushing to change and head downstairs. The doorbell rang the moment your foot breached the final step

“Miss l/n? Detective Tsukauchi here, wondering if you could answer a few questions related to the disappearance of Izuku Midoriya?”

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