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gaybananabread · 1 year ago

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Hello, beautiful soul!! For the fruit shop, could we have lee!Hawks and ler!LoV? With banana, orange, and watermelon? Maybe some of those tickle bites/kisses land on those extra sensitive wings...lord knows how he'd handle a raspberry. He's canonically vibration sensitive.

Fruit(s): Bananas, Oranges, Watermelon

Aww hi Anon! I’ve never written for the LoV besides Dabi, so new experience! I do have the character limit capped at four for these fics, so I just picked the league members that I thought would be most fun. Love writing for KFC, definitely one of my MHA favorites to get got (). This is gonna be pre-PLF because it’s just easier for me that way. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hawks

Lers: Dabi, Twice, Toga

Summary: Hawks is sassing his fellow LoV members, collectively pissing everyone off. While some more violent methods are suggested, the most interested trio finds a way to get back at the birdie without injuring their “asset.”

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

The League of Villains were gathered in their “meeting room,” though only two members were really paying attention to Shigaraki’s spiel. Kurogiri was…probably listening? It was hard to tell with him. Mr. Compress seemed to be engaged, nodding along and occasionally humming. Then again, he almost always indulged Shigi’s rants; it was just the kind of man he was.

Dabi was practically laying on the table, his head resting on his folded arms; he couldn’t care less about the precautions. If heroes ever found them, he’d burn them all to a nice crisp. Twice and Toga were trading a piece of paper back-and-forth, writing little notes and doodles to pass the time. Spinner idly twirled one of his blades, sharing most of his teammates’ boredom.

Right as Shigaraki got to the extra repetitive part of his speech, a smug yet smooth voice spoke up. “Don’cha think you should talk about something new, Shigaraki? This is getting kinda old.”

Six pairs of eyes shot over to Hawks, though most were more excited than shocked; it was something other than the same “we’re the ultimate fighters” speech. Shigaraki, however, seemed less than amused. “Really, hero? And what would you say, since you’re so amazing at speeches?” The word “hero” was said very bitterly; his way of reminding Hawks that he was still on thinner ice.

“Well, ya really haven’t gone over the next moves for the League. We’ve tossed ideas around, but do we have a clear idea? Seems kinda important ta me.” The Decay user frowned, though he couldn’t say Hawks was wrong. He had been laying the hero slander on a little thick, but he was getting angry. Besides, he had a clear idea of what was to come next. He just wasn’t ready to share that big a plan with the bird yet.

“That…isn’t ready for sharing. I do have plans, you just… don’t get to know them.” That wasn’t a lie, either. He wasn’t telling them more than the bare minimum until the day grew closer. Upon hearing this, a few league members huffed and chuckled under their breaths. Even though they knew their leader did have plans, it was funny to see someone make him squirm.

Hawks normally wouldn’t act like that; his main goal was to blend in and find out the League’s big plans without getting caught. That day, however, he was bored of the same unhelpful information, his casual attitude and snark slipping out without him realizing it.

That week, it had slipped out a lot. Everyone’s patience was wearing thin, to the point of them discussing various torture methods and violent solutions. A few were particularly pissy, having a group discussion about what the hell to do with their newest member.

“I’m gonna kill that ungrateful newbie.” Shigaraki growled in a scratchy, annoyed tone. “Who does he think he is, hijacking my fine meeting?!” Toga giggled, though didn’t make any comments.

Dabi spoke next, huffing. “Told you lunatics he was trouble. But no, none‘a you listened to me. Reap what you sow, assholes.” He really didn’t care about minding his language; everyone was a bit pissed, giving him an excuse. Twice decided to put his two cents in, quite literally.

“C’mon, it’s probably just an off week for him or something. Let’s main him; I’m sure nobody would mind!” Toga giggled again, catching the attention of the hothead. Dabi glared at her, crossing his arms as his snarl somehow deepened. “What’s got you all giggly, psycho? Maiming get you going or somethin’?”

The blonde just shook her head, a shit-eating yet lax smile on her face. “You boys are going about this all wrong~! If he’s making jokes, you gotta make him laugh for it to stop! Izuku-kun does it all the time~” She sounded oddly reminiscent at the end… Still, Dabi just scoffed.

“Make him laugh? And you’re still stalking that hero kid? Seriously?” She disregarded that second part, nodding and smiling widely. “Yeah! He’s looking for a giggle or snicker when he sasses you guys; why not return the favor~?” The answer was cryptic, as things usually were with Toga, but it got a certain man interested.

“Return the favor? How do we do that, jokes? That’s idiotic, let’s just do it my way!” His first statement sounded intrigued, so Toga went with it and explained. “Well, that’s one way, but Izuku’s friends make it a lot more fun!”

Dabi interjected, sick of the short back-and-forth. “Fuckin’ hell, just say it, you nutjob! Sick of this!” She rolled her eyes, pouting. “So grumpy, Dabi! Well, I say…we tickle him!”

Every man in the room paused, looking at her with varying degrees of “what now?” for her statement.

“Tickle him? What is this, fuckin’ preschool?”

“Toga, we’re respectable villains, not children.”

“Oh…I mean, uhm, why. What the hell?!”

“C’mon boys, you’re no fun! It would teach him a lesson, and he’d probably stop interrupting your meetings~” Toga said the last bit in a sing-songy voice, making Shigaraki huff. She had won. “Whatever, I don’t care. If it doesn’t work, though, I’m putting chicken wings on the menu.” Their leader left, done with that entire conversation; Toga had his permission, though.

“Are you really not gonna take the opportunity to get back at Hawks? Even after he called you crispy?” The flame user’s nostrils flared; she knew how to play her cards. “FINE! Fine, ya shit, I’ll help! You’re lucky I need revenge… Twice, c’mon.”

The multi-opinionated villain jumped up, seeming mostly curious and a bit excited to carry out their plan. Well, if you could call the vague outline of “tickle Hawks until he stops being an ass” a plan. Still, they were ready.

Hawks was sitting at the bar counter, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. He was bored, and the news was rather unhelpful in keeping him up-to-date. He was in a sort of daze, so much so that he didn’t notice the three villains sneaking up behind him.

Twice took one more step, though that seemed to be a wrong move; the floorboard squeaked, alerting Hawks of their presence. He whipped his head around, seeing the three of them “sneaking” towards him. Oh hell no…

He immediately tried to fly away before realizing that he couldn’t; he had depleted his wings in a fight a few days prior. He was stuck with running. The hero took off, zipping into the back room of the bar.

The villain trio followed, though Dabi wasn’t putting his full effort into it. Twice ducked through one of the roundabout doors, running through the back halls. Right as Hawks flung another door open to try and escape, he was greeted by two wide cloth eyes. Not good!

Twice tackled him, calling out to Dabi for the taller man to restrict the winged hero. Dabi grabbed Hawks, keeping his hands pinned behind his back as he practically marched the other man back into the main bar. The flame user forced Hawks to sit, using Toga’s red scarf thing to bind his hands together. “Let me go! When I get loose, you guys are-”

Toga pretty much cut him off, too eager to wait any longer. She bent her fingers into claws, running them down both sides of him. He squeaked, biting his lip to restrain the giggles bubbling in his throat. He failed pretty quickly.

The blood enthusiast cooed, speeding up her tickling fingers. “Heya birdie~! You’ve been trying to get us to laugh aaall week! Figured we could give you your turn!” Hawks thrashed a bit, realizing two things: one, dabi was behind him and very close to his wings, and two, he was completely stuck. Shit. “G-gehet off mehehehe!”

Dabi spun the stool a bit, exposing more of Hawks’ front and giving the two other villains more access. His own fingers wormed their ways between his wing bases and his back, tickling furiously; man was wasting no time. The duality of Toga’s gentler teasing and Dabi’s ruthless scribbles drew deep, panicky belly laughter from him. “H-HEHEHEY! DAHABI, NAHAT- GYAAHAHA!”

“Ooooh, bad spot~ Get ‘im, Dabi!” Toga cooed close to Hawks’ ear, her fingers teasing along his ribcage and sides. Now that the man was more exposed, Twice joined in, his hands as split as his personality. The left was lightly clawing at his stomach while the other was digging into the back of his knee. The most wonderful noise Toga had ever heard left his lips; a snorty squeal.

“Awwwww, Hawks~! That’s soooo cute! Twice, make him do it again!” The man continued to torment Hawks’ knee, pulling more loud laughter and a few snorts from him. “TWIHIHI- *snrk* FUHUHAHACK OHOFF!” “Wow, you’re ticklish! He’s like a human squeak toy!” Toga giggled, absolutely delighted; it was like a deranged kid in a candy store.

While those boisterous reactions were great and all, Dabi was out for revenge, not playtime. Looking over the bird man’s wings, he noticed just how much they were twitching from the scribbling on the bases. The most they would move, though, was when Dabi got closer, his breath slightly ruffling a few feathers. Oh…oh that’s perfect.

Leaning in closer, Dabi whispered in the hero’s ear, the smirk clear in his voice. “Get ready to sing for me, birdie~” Hawks squeaked at the buzz on his ear, his eyes widening when he realized just where Dabi was. Toga and Twice were still going to town, giving him no reprieve. It wasn’t as bad as when Dabi was on his wings, but that would soon change. “Dahahabi noho! Ihi- I’ll kihihill youhuhuhu!”

Completely ignoring the other man’s pleas, Dabi lowered his mouth to the depleted wings, gently nibbling on the very top of the frame.

Hawks practically shrieked, his back arching as he tried to get away. Toga grabbed his waist, both wanting to continue and help out her fellow tickler. “DAHAHAHAHA! *snrk* NAHAHAT THEHERE!”

Dabi just chuckled against his wings, sneaking small kisses in with the nibbles. The other man’s reactions, while adorable, were fulfilling his need for revenge quite nicely. It was also hilarious to see a pro hero absolutely destroyed by something so simple. “What’s wrong, bird brain? Does it tickle?”

At that point, what Twice and Toga were doing was nothing; his wings were horrid, especially with bites and the like. If he could, he’d send his feathers after Dabi to get him off. His wings were left with only smaller feathers, however, and he couldn’t focus enough to control them if he tried.

As much as the man hated to do it, he was really close to his breaking point. Throwing in the white flag, Hawks tried to call the mercy plea, though he had no idea which one to use. “S-STAHAHAP! REHED, UHUNCLE, C’MOHOHON!”

Dabi snickered, taking a quick break from the nibbles and kisses to tease Hawks’ ear once again. “You gotta promise to behave, songbird~ No more sass.” Then, without giving the winged hero a chance to speak, he blew a raspberry right on the base of one of Hawks’ wings.

That man lost his shit.

“NYAAAAHAHA! *srk* DAHAHA-” The man’s laughter went silent as Dabi blew another raspberry, the killer vibrations spreading all throughout his wings and flooding his senses. The vibration sensitivity in his wings was amazing for flight combat, but it was like an Achillies heel in that moment. Tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, his thrashing almost tripling.

Toga, of all people, felt a bit bad for Hawks. She liked the bird a bit and had already gotten her fill of his laughter. Plus, the silent stuff was no fun. “Awe, Dabi, give him a break. We don’t wanna kill him; he won’t be able to laugh anymore!”

Rolling his eyes, he pulled his head away; it was almost cute how quickly the man slumped back onto his chest. He was exhausted.

Panting and trying to regain his composure, Hawks giggled off the residual tickles. Both of his wings were buzzing with ticklish energy, his face red and his mind reeling. “Hoho- hohohoholy shihit…” Looking around, he noticed the expectant looks he was getting. He’d rather not risk that happening again so soon. “Ihi prohohomise to…to stohop sassing youhu guhuhuhuys. Hahappy?”

A small sound came from behind him; something strangely close to an amused snort as Dabi chuckled. “Ecstatic. You’re a mess, bird brain.” Toga leaped forwards, getting very into Hawks’ personal space and smiling. “Oh my, that was adorable! You look so cute when you beg~!” Twice chuckled behind her, both sides of him amused with what happened.

The moment Dabi untied his hands, Hawks stormed off, shutting and locking the door to his temporary room in the bar. Having achieved their goal, the three villains split ways, each going to do their respective business. Dabi went to stalk the city’s nighttime scene, Twice decided to play video games, and Toga updated her tabs on poor Midoriya. While they all did their own thing, all three of them were thinking about what had just happened.

Even Hawks, who would have preferred to forget it ever happened, laid on his bed with the event running through his mind. He’d definitely be watching his mouth from then on…

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aghost-writer · 2 months ago

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Chapter 4

This is a Yandere MHA/BNHA x Female Reader Fic!

MDNI!!

Y/N flopped onto her bed, her phone in hand, and began scrolling through her messages. Her thumbs quickly danced across the screen as she texted Izuku, her thoughts scattered after another encounter with Hawks earlier that morning.

Y/N: Saw Hawks again today. He’s as obnoxious as ever.

Y/N: Called me “Miss Quirkless” again. Like it’s some kind of nickname. What a pain.

Izuku: Hawks?! That’s amazing! He’s the Number 2 Hero! Did he say anything else?

Y/N paused for a moment, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. She thought back to the latest of their early morning runs—runs that had been happening for the last six months, almost like a bizarre routine neither of them could break. The first few months had been a nuisance, his hovering presence always just beside her, mocking her quirkless status, pushing her to talk when all she wanted was silence. But somewhere along the way, it became familiar. Even comfortable. She still couldn’t figure out why. He hadn’t changed; neither had she. Yet, somehow, these daily runs had become something more than just him annoying her while she tried to clear her head.

Y/N: Nothing important. Just being nosy as usual. But…

Izuku: But what?

She paused, hesitating. The decision had been nagging at her for a while now. She’d been toying with the idea of applying to UA’s business school, but a part of her hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to put herself into the spotlight—especially in a place that, by its very nature, was so tied to heroes and the chaos they brought into her life. And then, of course, there was Kai. She couldn’t imagine how he’d react if he found out. He’d spent years trying to convince her that the world of heroes was nothing more than a dangerous illusion. The thought of upsetting him, of disappointing him, made her stomach churn.

Y/N: I’ve been thinking… maybe I should apply to UA’s business school.

Izuku: Really? That’s great! You’d be amazing there. The business department works so closely with the hero course, too! You’d be right in the action.

Her fingers lingered over the keyboard as she considered his words. Izuku was always so encouraging, so certain that everyone had a place in this world. It was easy to feel motivated when he was around, and for a brief moment, Y/N imagined herself in a classroom at UA, surrounded by people who didn’t see her as a “quirkless nobody.” But the thought quickly evaporated when she remembered the conflicting reality of her life outside of her dreams.

Y/N: Not sure if I can though. Pops and Kai… they wouldn’t be thrilled.

Izuku: You should still try. This is about you, not them. You’ve got so much potential, Y/N.

Y/N smiled faintly at his encouragement. Izuku always had a way of pushing her, even when she wanted to resist. He made it hard not to consider the possibility of a different future. But before she could respond, her phone buzzed again, interrupting her thoughts.

It wasn’t Izuku this time. The message came from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: Hello, Miss Quirkless. It’s your favorite winged hero!

Y/N froze. She hadn’t expected a message from him. Hawks. Of course. She narrowed her eyes at the screen, the same familiar irritation flaring up in her chest. For the past six months, she had been running alongside him, and she had grown used to his unpredictable appearances, his lighthearted teasing, and the way he always seemed to be just a little too close. He’d made himself a fixture in her morning routine, and while part of her resented it, there was a small, ridiculous part of her that had started to… tolerate it.

Y/N: Who gave you my number?!

The response was almost immediate.

Unknown Number: Oh, I have my ways. Don’t worry, I’m not here to stalk you.

Y/N: Then what do you want?

Unknown Number: Just checking in. You seemed a little tense earlier during our chat. Wanted to make sure my favorite mystery girl is doing okay.

She groaned aloud, dropping back onto the bed. This was ridiculous. Why was Hawks always so persistent? Why did he always insist on prying into her life when all she wanted was peace and quiet? Even worse, she wasn’t sure if she liked how he could always get under her skin so easily.

Y/N: I’m fine. And stop calling me that.

Unknown Number: What? Miss Quirkless? I thought you liked it. It’s got a nice ring to it.

Y/N: I don’t.

Unknown Number: Noted. But you’ve got to admit, you’re not like anyone else I’ve met. There’s something about you, Y/N. I can tell.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her irritation bubbling beneath the surface. He wasn’t wrong, though. She *was* different. She had learned long ago to hide behind a mask of indifference, to bury the parts of her that didn’t fit in with the world she’d been forced into. But Hawks—Hawks always seemed to see through that mask. And that made her uncomfortable.

Y/N: Maybe stop spending so much time trying to figure me out and focus on actual hero work.

There was a pause before his response came through.

Unknown Number: Ouch. Harsh, but fair. Alright, I’ll back off—for now. But you’re on my radar, Miss Quirkless.

Y/N rolled her eyes, tossing her phone onto the bed. “Obnoxious bird,” she muttered, rubbing her temples in frustration. He’d been right, though. She was hiding something. He could sense it. But she wasn’t ready to share it. Not with him, not with anyone.

A moment later, her phone buzzed again. She sat up, expecting it to be Hawks again. But to her surprise, it was Izuku.

Izuku: You’ll do great, Y/N. Whatever you decide, I believe in you.

Y/N smiled faintly at his message. Izuku had always been a constant in her life, a beacon of support when everything else felt uncertain. His belief in her, in her potential, gave her a small sense of hope. It was strange how his words could lift her when nothing else could.

But even as she smiled at his encouragement, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of being caught between two worlds: one where she could dream of applying to UA and the other where she was expected to keep her distance from everything heroes represented. And no matter how much she appreciated Izuku’s support, the specter of Kai’s disapproval loomed over her, casting a shadow on any possibility of change.

She turned off her phone and tossed it aside, lying back on the bed. Her mind wandered, the nagging thought of applying to UA’s business school tugging at her. Could she really do it? Could she push aside the weight of expectations and take that first step toward something more?

And what would Hawks think if she did?

Y/N stood at the threshold of Kai’s room, her heart heavy with the weight of the conversation that was about to unfold. She had spent the last few days preparing herself for this moment, knowing it wouldn’t be easy, but also knowing that she couldn’t put it off any longer. She had made up her mind, and now she had to face the consequences.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her shoes making the faintest sound on the wooden floor. Kai was sitting at his desk, his focus entirely on the pile of paperwork in front of him. His sharp gaze lifted from the documents, immediately locking onto her. He studied her for a brief moment before his lips curled into a small, almost neutral smile.

“You don’t knock anymore?” Kai teased, his voice laced with dry amusement, but his eyes were keen, always noticing the smallest shift in her demeanor.

Y/N didn’t return his smile. Instead, she took a deliberate step closer to his desk, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, betraying her nerves. She couldn’t afford to let him see just how much this conversation was weighing on her.

“I need to tell you something,” she said, her voice steady but unwavering, though there was a slight tremor in the words.

Kai’s smile faded, his posture becoming more rigid. He was listening now, the playful edge of his voice replaced with a guarded seriousness. “Go ahead,” he replied, his eyes narrowing slightly in expectation.

Y/N took another breath, her thoughts momentarily drifting back to the past few weeks. She had wrestled with the decision for some time, torn between what she wanted for herself and the heavy expectations placed on her by Kai, who had always seen the world as a dangerous, treacherous place. It wasn’t easy to go against him, but she knew what she needed.

“I’ve decided to apply to UA’s business college,” she said, her words firm, almost defiant. “It’s separate from the hero courses, so I won’t be surrounded by them, and it has one of the best business programs. I think it’s the right choice for me.”

The room seemed to fall into a tense silence. The words hung in the air, thick with the weight of their meaning. Kai’s expression, once neutral, hardened, and he leaned forward, his sharp eyes narrowing into a glare. His body seemed to tighten with disbelief, and Y/N braced herself for what was coming.

“You’re not serious,” Kai said, the disbelief in his voice unmistakable. His fingers gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles white from the tension.

“I am serious, Kai,” Y/N replied, her voice unwavering despite the churning storm of emotions inside her. “This is a good opportunity for me. I don’t want to be stuck in the shadow of someone else’s expectations forever. I need to take this step for myself.”

The words were barely out of her mouth when Kai shot to his feet, his chair scraping violently against the floor as he slammed his hands onto the desk. The papers in front of him trembled from the force of his movement, but Y/N didn’t flinch.

“I told you to stay away from that place!” Kai spat, his voice thick with frustration. “You really think it’s a good idea to put yourself in a place like that? Surrounded by all those rats?”

Y/N felt a flicker of discomfort at the venom in his voice, but she refused to back down. She’d faced his anger before. She could handle it now. “Kai, I’m not going to be surrounded by heroes. This is about my future, not theirs. I’m not going there to become part of their world. I’m going because I want to build something for myself.”

“Their future is nothing but lies and delusions of grandeur!” Kai shouted, his voice dripping with contempt. “I’ve seen what happens when people like them get involved in your life. You think it’s a good idea, but you’re just walking straight into the lion’s den.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, the fire in her chest growing stronger. “I’m not going to join their hero classes. I don’t care about them,” she snapped. “I’m going because I want to, and nothing you say is going to change that.”

There was a brief moment of silence before Kai took a deep breath, the frustration still evident in his clenched jaw and the tension in his broad shoulders. He stood there for a moment, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes a mixture of disbelief and something else. He seemed to be searching for something in her expression—something he couldn’t quite find.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Kai said quietly, his voice softer now, though still filled with an underlying bitterness. “You’re one of the few people I can count on to stay above all of it. You’re different from the rest. I don’t want you to get caught up in their world. I don’t want them to hurt you again.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the rare vulnerability in his voice. She had never heard him sound like this before—so open, so... vulnerable. It was unsettling. Her anger faltered for a split second, but she couldn’t let herself be swayed.

“I can take care of myself, Kai,” she said firmly, holding his gaze. “I always have.”

Kai’s eyes softened for the briefest of moments, but his expression quickly hardened again. He closed his eyes and let out a bitter laugh, the sound more bitter than she had ever heard before.

“I can’t stop you, can I?” he muttered, almost to himself. “You’re too stubborn.”

Y/N stood there for a long moment, the tension between them so thick it felt like she could physically feel it in the air. She could see the way he was standing now, his shoulders slumped in defeat, his gaze shifting away from her. It was the first time she had seen him look anything other than in control. She knew this wasn’t easy for him, but she had made up her mind. She couldn’t keep living for someone else, no matter how much he tried to protect her.

“No, you can’t,” she said softly, her voice quieter now, but no less resolute. She turned to leave, but before she reached the door, she glanced back over her shoulder, meeting his gaze one last time.

“But I’ll still be me. Nothing’s going to change that.”

Kai didn’t respond, his back still turned to her as she walked out. The silence between them was deafening, and as the door clicked shut behind her, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a pang in her chest. This wasn’t easy, not by a long shot, but she knew it was the right choice. She had to take control of her own life, even if it meant clashing with the person who had always been there for her, who had shaped so much of her world.

She didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time in a long while, Y/N felt like she was moving in the right direction. She would go to UA. She would build her own future, and she wouldn’t let anyone hold her back—not even Kai.

The days blurred together in a haze of study sessions, caffeine, and a growing sense of urgency. Y/N was completely immersed in her textbooks and notes, her days filled with the monotony of memorizing facts and practicing problem-solving techniques. She was determined to make the grade, to get into UA’s Business College, and she wasn’t about to let anything—especially distractions—stand in her way.

Every morning, as the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Y/N would be sitting at her desk, her eyes already red from lack of sleep, her body weary but resolute. It was during these early hours that Kai would inevitably appear, a steaming mug of coffee in his hands and an expression that always seemed to blend teasing with concern.

“You should take a break,” he would say, his voice light, though his eyes always held a hint of worry. “You know, studying all day isn’t good for your health.” He’d set the mug down in front of her with a smirk, as if it were some sort of subtle challenge.

Y/N, however, never looked up immediately. Her eyes would stay fixed on her work, her hand never pausing in its motion. “I’m fine, Kai. I need to finish this,” she would say, a little more clipped than she intended, but it was the truth. The exam was looming, and she couldn’t afford to slip up.

But Kai wasn’t one to let it go that easily. He would lean against the doorframe, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on her, like a shadow that refused to move. She could feel his eyes on her, always present, always aware. His silence was as much of a challenge as his words.

“You know,” he would say after a pause, “you don’t have to do this. You could be doing something… more fun. Less stress, more freedom.” His voice would drop slightly, as if trying to coax her into an idea, and a small, mischievous smile would pull at the corners of his lips.

It was the same routine every day. Kai would try to tempt her with distractions—dry jokes, random comments about the latest anime, or references to video games they used to play together. Sometimes, he would pull out an old console or bring up plans for a day out, as though the world outside her textbooks could still be a part of her life. It was always the same: an attempt to pull her away from the intense focus she had built, to remind her that there was more to life than exams and deadlines.

Y/N never let herself be swayed. Not yet. She had a goal, and that goal was the only thing she could focus on. “I’m fine, Kai,” she would repeat, her voice more insistent now. “I have to finish this. I’m not wasting time on something that doesn’t matter.”

Kai’s patience never seemed to wear thin, though. No matter how many times she rejected his offer of diversion, he kept trying, as though he was waiting for the moment when she would finally break and let him drag her into the world beyond her books.

“Don’t you ever want to do something else?” he would ask one afternoon, his tone growing more insistent after days of seeing her drown in the piles of notes and practice problems. “You know, something that doesn’t involve staring at a screen or stressing over some exam?”

Y/N would raise an eyebrow, barely glancing up from her notes. “Like what? Go out and mingle with the ‘rats,’ as you like to call them?” she would tease, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Kai would wince, the words stinging him more than he let on, but his lips would twitch upward, and he would chuckle softly. “I guess that would be one way to waste time,” he would reply, stepping closer and sitting on the edge of her bed, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of amusement and something else. “But what about something that’s more… I don’t know… fun?”

“Fun is overrated,” Y/N would reply, a wry smile on her face as she scribbled another note in her textbook. “I’m trying to get into a good school, not goof off.”

Kai would sigh, leaning back in the chair and watching her quietly, as though searching for a way to break through the wall she had built around herself. “Yeah, well, you’re allowed to have a life too, you know,” he would say, his voice softer now, a quiet plea buried within the words. “Life isn’t all about following the rules, and you’re allowed to make your own choices.”

Y/N would pause, her pen hovering over the page as she processed his words. She would glance up at him, her gaze unreadable. “I am making my choices, Kai. I’m not going to waste this opportunity. I’m not wasting time like you do. I have a future to focus on,” she would say, her tone hardening slightly, though the words were meant more for herself than him.

Kai would exhale slowly, clearly frustrated but not wanting to push too hard. He would fall silent for a long moment, his eyes on her, observing the way she worked, the intensity with which she focused. Finally, he would speak again, his voice more resigned this time. “I get it,” he would say quietly. “You don’t want to screw this up. I just don’t want to see you burn out before you even get there.”

Y/N would take a long sip from the mug of coffee he had brought her, the warmth of the liquid a temporary relief against the exhaustion building in her body. “I won’t burn out,” she would say, more to herself than to him. “I’ll get through this, Kai. I’ll make sure of it.”

And so, the days passed—study, distraction, study, distraction. The cycle was unbroken, the rhythm of their interactions a strange balance of focus and frustration. The exam was always at the back of her mind, an ever-present pressure that she couldn’t ignore, but it was also the uncertainty of her future that lingered in her thoughts, the weight of her decision to apply to UA’s Business College. No one else could make her decisions for her, no matter how well-intentioned they were. This was her future, and she had to take control.

As the exam day drew nearer, Y/N’s tension grew. She could feel the pressure mounting, the weight of the expectations she had placed on herself threatening to crush her. The quiet evenings, filled only with the rustle of pages turning and the occasional interruption from Kai’s well-meaning distractions, became her entire world. She had to prove something to herself, and no matter how many times Kai tried to pull her away from her studies, nothing was going to stop her now.

She wasn��t sure if applying to UA was the right decision, but it was the only one she could make. The uncertainty would have to wait. For now, all that mattered was the exam, and nothing—not even Kai’s relentless teasing and care—could change that.

The day had finally arrived. The day she had both anticipated and dreaded in equal measure. Y/N stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the strap on her backpack, her fingers lingering on the fabric for a moment too long. Her reflection stared back at her, but she barely recognized the person it showed. She looked older, more worn, though it had only been a few months since she first decided that she was going to make this move. The weight of everything that had happened since then sat heavy in her chest, and despite all her preparation, the anxiety in her gut only seemed to grow.

The UA Business College exam was today. This was it. The culmination of months of studying, sacrifices, and hard work. The future she had been striving for was now within her reach. But even though she had been preparing for this moment, even though she had long ago made up her mind to go, something inside her wavered. The uncertainty gnawed at her, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t entirely ready. Was this the right choice? Was she making a mistake?

Y/N grabbed her hoodie off the bed, the fabric slipping through her fingers, but she didn’t put it on. She didn’t need it yet. It was almost as though the weight of it was too much for her, the fabric symbolizing the past—the people she had left behind, the decisions she had made—and she couldn’t bring herself to wear it. Not today.

She stood there for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to center herself. The quiet morning, the stillness of the room, did little to calm her nerves. The hallway outside beckoned, and it seemed that no matter how much she tried to prepare herself for the day, she couldn’t escape the sensation that she was about to step into a world she wasn’t entirely sure she belonged to.

The quiet was broken by the soft sound of footsteps. She hesitated, her hand still hovering over the doorknob. The air felt thick with anticipation. This was it. The moment that would define the next chapter of her life. And just as she was about to turn the knob and step outside, a voice interrupted the silence.

“Y/N,” Kai called out, his voice firm but carrying an undertone that she couldn’t quite place. It was a mixture of resolve and something that almost sounded like concern, though it wasn’t like him to show it.

Y/N froze, her heart skipping a beat. She turned around, feeling the weight of the moment press down on her. Kai stood in the doorway, a cup of coffee in his hands. His usual nonchalant expression was gone, replaced by something deeper, something more serious. He was dressed casually—loose shirt, sweatpants—his hair tousled as if he had been waiting for her. She blinked, slightly taken aback. Kai didn’t usually go out of his way to offer such a gesture, especially on a morning like this.

“You’re really going through with it,” Kai said, his gaze locking onto hers. It wasn’t an accusation, but there was something in his eyes that made Y/N feel like she was being examined in a way she wasn’t used to. It was as though he could see through the walls she had built around herself, and for a brief moment, she felt exposed.

“I have to, Kai,” she replied, the words coming out sharper than she intended. “I’ve made up my mind.” Her gaze hardened as she spoke, as if trying to convince herself more than him.

Kai sighed, walking toward her slowly, his steps deliberate. He handed her the coffee, the warm mug a small comfort in her trembling hands. For a moment, she just held it, the steam rising, the scent of coffee filling her senses. It was a reminder of all the mornings they had spent together—quiet, comfortable mornings where nothing felt as heavy as it did now.

“You don’t have to do this,” Kai said, his voice quieter, almost too soft. “You don’t have to go through all of that… everything. You don’t have to be surrounded by all those… people. You know how they are. You could stay here with me. Stay where you belong.”

Y/N’s fingers tightened around the cup as her chest tightened with a mix of frustration and something else—something that felt like regret. But she refused to show it. “I’m not going to stay here forever, Kai. I need to do something for myself.” Her voice was firm, but the tremble in her hand betrayed her.

Kai’s expression changed, his gaze hardening. His jaw clenched, and his lips twisted into a frown. “I’m telling you, you don’t need to go. It’s dangerous out there for people like you.”

Y/N’s heart sank at his words, but she didn’t let it show. “I’m not afraid, Kai. I’m not like you. I’m not staying in one place forever.”

Before she could respond further, before she could explain herself again, Kai moved too quickly. His hand shot out, grabbing her arm with an unrelenting grip. The force of it caught Y/N off guard, and the coffee cup slipped from her hand, crashing to the floor. Her body jolted as her arm was yanked painfully, the sudden, harsh pull sending a shock of pain through her. The sensation of her bones disassembling beneath his touch made her gasp, but she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her arm went numb, the pain intense but not enough to make her back down.

“I’ll fix it,” Kai whispered, his voice low, almost pleading now. “Just stay with me, Y/N. You won’t have to go through all of this. Just stay here.”

But Y/N had already had enough. The frustration and pain surged within her, and with a swift motion, she kicked out. Her foot landed squarely in Kai’s stomach, sending him stumbling backward. The force of it was enough to loosen his grip on her arm, and for the briefest moment, Y/N had a chance to pull away.

With every ounce of willpower, she turned and ran.

The pain in her arm was unbearable, but she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t let him stop her now. Her legs moved on pure instinct, propelling her forward as her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t let Kai hold her back anymore. She had made up her mind. This was her future.

“Y/N!” Kai’s voice called out after her, desperation laced in his words. “Don’t run away from me!”

But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The door slammed behind her, and the sound of it reverberated in her ears as she bolted down the street. She heard him calling after her, his voice faint but still filled with that unmistakable plea.

“Please, Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

But she didn’t hear it anymore.

With every step, every breath, the distance between her and him grew. The pain in her arm was nothing compared to the weight of the decision she had just made. She wasn’t turning back. She couldn’t turn back now.

The air in the alley was thick and oppressive, a stifling weight pressing down on Y/N’s chest as she leaned against the cold brick wall. Her disassembled arm was wrapped tightly in what little cloth she had left, trying to slow the bleeding. It wasn’t enough. The wound still throbbed, her body weak and trembling. She hadn’t eaten in days, and the exhaustion that settled deep in her bones seemed endless. She could feel the hunger gnawing at her from within, not just a hunger for food, but a deeper, more primal need—a thirst she couldn’t seem to quench.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, each inhalation feeling like a battle. She closed her eyes, trying to center herself, to regain control over the unrelenting hunger that coursed through her veins. It wasn’t like her to be in this state, to be vulnerable. But here she was, her body too weak to fight off the hunger, and her mind too clouded with fatigue to think clearly.

She forced herself to take a deep breath, her senses sharpening despite the fog in her mind. She could smell it. Blood. The unmistakable, coppery scent that had always pulled her in, always led her to the next meal. The scent lingered in the air, faint but distinct, and it sent a shiver down her spine, her body instinctively drawn toward it. She wasn’t sure if it was desperation or something deeper that pushed her forward, but she moved without thinking, her legs carrying her through the maze of alleyways.

As she rounded a corner, the smell grew stronger, mixing with the sharp scent of smoke that lingered in the air. Her steps faltered for a moment as she came face-to-face with a man. Her eyes narrowed instinctively as she took in his appearance: burnt, purple skin, his body held together by crude staples and piercings. He was dangerous. There was no doubt about it. And yet, it was the flame flickering in his hand that caught her attention, the blue flames illuminating his sharp turquoise eyes, which locked onto her the moment she appeared.

He didn’t seem startled or even curious at first. Instead, his gaze swept over her, and he raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a faint, bored smile. “You look like you’ve seen better days,” he said, his voice rasping in the air. His fingers flexed, and the flame in his hand flickered, casting an eerie glow in the dim light. “Want me to finish the job?”

“No,” Y/N replied, her voice steady despite the overwhelming pain that shot through her arm. She didn’t show it, but her grip tightened on the cloth around her limb. She had learned long ago not to let others see her weakness. “What are you going to do with that?” Her eyes flicked to the body at his feet. The man lay lifeless on the ground, his blood staining the concrete beneath him.

Dabi glanced down at the body and shrugged nonchalantly. “Burn it. Clean up the mess,” he replied, his tone indifferent, as if he were talking about something mundane. It wasn’t the first time he’d disposed of a body, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. His voice carried the disinterest of someone who had long ago ceased to be bothered by such things.

Y/N ignored the growing heat from his flames as she stepped closer. She wasn’t interested in his flames, or in his nonchalance. The hunger had become unbearable. She had to do something. She was already weak, her vision blurring from the lack of food, but it didn’t matter. The hunger would not wait.

“Can I have an organ?” she asked, her voice steady but the desperation seeping through the words.

Dabi blinked, a flash of confusion in his turquoise eyes. “What?”

Y/N’s gaze was unwavering as she gestured toward the body with her good hand. “I’m not going to snitch. I don’t care who you are or what you’re doing. I just want an organ.”

Dabi studied her for a moment, clearly thrown off by her boldness. He wasn’t used to people asking for such things, especially not with such a casual, detached tone. Most people, if they came across him at all, would’ve been too scared to speak, let alone ask for a part of a corpse.

After a beat, he huffed out a laugh, dry and humorless, before shrugging his shoulders. “You’re a strange one, I’ll give you that. Fine. Take whatever you want. Not like I care.” His voice was laced with something resembling amusement, but it was difficult to tell whether he found her request ridiculous or if he genuinely didn’t care.

Y/N didn’t waste any more time. She knelt beside the body, the cold concrete pressing against her knees as she moved with grim efficiency. Her good hand shook slightly, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached into the man’s chest, her fingers slick with blood as she pulled out the liver. The organ was still warm, slippery in her grasp, and blood dripped from her fingers as she stood, her arm throbbing with the effort. Every movement sent waves of pain through her, but she didn’t care. She was so close, so close to silencing the hunger that roared inside her.

Dabi stood there, watching her, his expression unreadable as she tore into the organ, taking a deep bite. The taste of iron filled her mouth, and for the briefest moment, the hunger started to fade. It wasn’t enough, but it was something. Her senses sharpened, the world around her clearing just a little bit.

Dabi didn’t say anything at first. His eyes narrowed slightly as he processed what he had just witnessed. He had seen a lot of strange things, but this… this was different. The realization came slowly, creeping up on him as he watched Y/N with a growing sense of curiosity.

“What exactly are you planning to do with that?” he asked, his voice low, laced with suspicion and curiosity. It was clear that this wasn’t something he saw every day. People like her—people who didn’t just devour food like normal humans—were rare, and the way she had approached the situation was almost… casual, like it was nothing.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder at him, a smirk tugging at her lips, though it was a tired, hollow thing. “Thanks for the meal,” she said, her voice light, as though she had just finished a simple meal.

Dabi blinked, his bored demeanor faltering for just a moment as he pieced the situation together. His gaze flicked between her and the mangled body on the ground, and a slow realization dawned on him. “Huh,” he muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a faint smirk. “Didn’t see that coming.”

Y/N didn’t reply. She didn’t have to. She didn’t owe him anything. Without a word, she turned on her heel, stepping away from the body as she continued to tear into the organ, her hunger momentarily sated, though still far from quenched. She walked deeper into the alley, the taste of blood lingering on her tongue.

“Guess you’re more interesting than I thought,” Dabi murmured under his breath, watching her disappear into the shadows. He didn’t move for a moment, his gaze fixed on her until she was out of sight. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the blue flames in his hand reignited, and he turned back to the body at his feet. The job wasn’t done yet. But for a fleeting moment, he wondered just how strange this woman truly was.And as he burned the body, he couldn’t shake the thought that he might not be done with her just yet.

The alley was unnervingly still as Y/N leaned against the cold brick wall, her body trembling slightly from the lingering pain in her arm. Blood stained her clothes, and her hand, which had been crushed and mangled just moments before, was slowly regenerating. It was a process she had become all too familiar with—slow at first, like her body was unwilling to cooperate. But with each passing second, the flesh began to stitch itself back together, muscle and sinew reforming in a delicate but painful rhythm.

Her arm was whole again, the wound fully healed, but the aftermath lingered. The soreness was gone, but the exhaustion remained. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears, the steady thrum of her pulse. The relief was brief before panic set in.

She looked down at her bloodstained clothes, the torn fabric clinging to her body. It was a mess. She couldn't go to the UA exam like this. Bloodstains and tattered clothing would raise far too many questions. Her hoodie was tucked safely in her bag, but it wasn’t enough. It would only hide the obvious—the blood, the rips, the evidence of the chaos that had happened only minutes ago. No one would believe she’d been involved in something so violent, and the thought of explaining it made her feel like she was suffocating.

She couldn’t go back home either—not after what had happened with Kai. The anger in his voice, the way his grip had felt on her arm... no, going back there wasn’t an option. She couldn’t trust him, not after everything.

That left her with limited choices, none of which felt like they would offer any relief. She wasn’t exactly on good terms with many people, but there was one name that lingered in the back of her mind, a name she had added to her contacts more out of necessity than desire.

Y/N hesitated, her thumb hovering over the screen of her phone. She didn’t want to make the call. Pride had always kept her from asking for help, but right now, there was no other choice. She could feel the weight of the situation settling over her, suffocating her. She needed to get to the exam. She needed to get away. And she needed help.

With a deep breath, Y/N pressed the name.

The line rang twice before it finally connected, and she could hear the unmistakable drawl of his voice on the other end. "Hawks," he said, the casual tone of his greeting making her pause for a moment.

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to steady her racing thoughts. She clenched her phone tightly, taking a breath before speaking. "Hey, Hawks. I need help." Her voice was steady, but the underlying tension was unmistakable, the words feeling heavier than she wanted to admit.

It was done now. There was no turning back.

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lunarleonardo · 2 months ago

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Lunar! I read that M5 was partially based off of YTTD! Do you have any ideas between maybe a V3 x YTTD fic now that Nankidai said something about the development?!

If Nankidai has recently said something about development I havent seen it O_O last one I saw was from February, so if Im missing something i would LOVE to know

As for a V3 x YTTD fic... I have had thoughts like that before :P The closest I've come to that is dunking Kokichi and Shuichi into a YTTD-centered roleplay, but other than that I've been so focused on other things the thought hasn't crossed my mind. I LOVE writing crossovers, but I don't read them very often so I don't tend to post them on ao3 since theres so many other stories I want to finish and share :{ (i have way too many mha x v3 oneshots where shuichi and midoriya become friends do NOT get me started)

I would 100% be down to write a v3 x yttd crossover though. With games like these the crossover potential is WILD, because it can come in so many shapes and forms!! Is the YTTD cast put into a DR-typical killing game? Is the V3 cast put into the Majority Vote Death Game? Are they ALL mashed into one or the other? Or maybe Lunar just goes off its rocker and seizes its favorites by the throat to put them through The Trenches. Whos to say

However seeing as YTTD is still incomplete, I dont quite want to write a fic around YTTD since I dont have all of the details yet. We only have part of the story and, until that full story is given to us, I dont think I'd be able to accurately write the characters ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ So we can put that crossover on my "List of things I want to write but my 1 fic at a time rule keeps these all in a tiny little box until the right time comes" queue and wait and see what happens ^w^

#anon asks

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a-traveling-void-human · 5 months ago

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Prompt I stole from Reddit and implied tons of BKDK to!!

[Part two: Mentors!]

This trope is very universal, and what I meant is that this prompt came from alot of people so uh- yeh. Still if you feel I stole your brain juice, give me a call! (Ngl this idea is kinda mostly my own thoughts but I digress)

One of my favorites Izuku-centric ideas that came out of Reddit are always those that explore the "smart mastermind" potential that Deku has, but the thing is. I always crave BKDK in it somehow, EVEN IF IT'S JUST IMPLIED!! I am obsessed I know, but hey! What chu can do with that lmao? So, What if Kacchan is ALSO involved in the chaos?

Nezu! 🐁🤍

Ah yes! Mentor (Parental) Nezu is another favorite trope of mine to read! I'm not sure why I liked it so much since Nezu as a character is not really a fleshed out character in MHA as far as I know and mostly he's seen as the villain in some fics which.. is sad really. BUT the fics that's I've read so far under the tag of Mentor Nezu is ALWAYS fun to read!

Example:

Zutopia

Substitute (Series)

We be Gremlin

And probably more because I have a memory of a gold fish

Usually fics that has Mentor Nezu are fics with td/dk and Shinsou or the three of them. Which, is not what I wanted.. and the ones with Kacchan only have him there? Like, sure. Most of these fics are Deku centric but I'm kind of interested at the idea of Kacchan is also present and being Mentored.. So I'm making an idea of my own! Maybe I'll write it down- or someone can pick it up.. who knows!

Plot for "The world is our Playground"

Katsuki. The one with the strong quirk, the one with a brash personality. The Golden goose of Aldera. That kid. Yeah, Katsuki doesn't like that fucking title.

Sure, all that is true but it doesn't mean he wants to be remembered, but only with that? Sure, being remembered with a powerful quirk means he will eventually be the number one once he's a hero.. right?

One day though during his middle school years, something interesting happened. While he was walking home with the extras, he saw something alarming in a guy. Everyone seemed to find the person normal but his hunches have always never been wrong and Katsuki is so tempted to just blast the guy up off his face. Obviously he can't.

So, he did the next best thing. Memorise the person's appearance and send the information to a trusted source.

Something that others seemed to overlook when it comes to Katsuki is that, he might be brash and full of himself, he is also very dang observant. He won't remember your name, but that doesn't mean he forgets your face.

Then there's a matter of sending this information to. Katsuki knows that the police force will just ignore this information.. and honestly, Fair enough. Even with Katsuki's pride, he knew that people call his people analysis skill just a mere "hunch". Then again, if he could be a hero like this, then why the fuck not start now? He thought of it on his way back home, (ignoring the extras,) then typing a report for the specific facial features, reason why the report exists and sending it straight to UA. After He's done, he continues with his routine and fucking ignoring whatever he had done earlier.

The next morning, he woke up and did his usual Saturday routine. Nothing new, nothing interesting, until he fucking saw the news. The guy. That's the fucking guy Katsuki saw just yesterday being charge for sexual assults of many woman down street. Apparently, the bitch had a quirk where he could change his face in a time frame of 24 hours and Katsuki just so happened to report the bitch ass right on the 1 hour mark. The guy got arrested 5 hours later.

Holy shit this is a fucking victory. Sure, he didn’t physically catch the bastard but he did inform whoever was in charge at that time. Katsuki felt the high of achieving something good and now he REALLY wanted to do it again. So it becomes somewhat of a routine that has been happening for months. Katsuki loves it. He might not get the fame but, he could probably put this in his resume. Katsuki was about to start his usual walk around the city, (that he calls an unofficial hero patrol), when suddenly his phone buzzed. Didn't he put it in silence?

Whatever, he'll just answer and continue his usual routine.

that's where I will left off the plot for now.. To be honest this fic Idea has been rotting in my brain that it started to smell.. stinky. A friend of mind told me that there's an actual Manga of MS! Kats and Izuku working with each other which I will read if I ever decide to actually write this story.

And She also mentioned that I need to explain more of Katsuki's thought process when he does his "Hunch" moments. Which OH BOY I'm so up to research. I love humans expressions- and I really want to learn how to portray it both of my art and writing.

Key points of the plot.

Note: These plot points doesn't make sense and these points mostly focuses on HOW they become chaotic scary gremlins together.

Nezu taking Izuku as his personal student at the age of 9 (Fucking bizarre I know.

Katsuki starting his new routine of observing people in the city.

Nezu taking Katsuki after a month of Kat's hunch routine bullshit

Nezu telling Katsuki he knew he was the one who sent the anonymous report, that instead of doing things on his own, he could take him in officially as another of his personal students. Katsuki of course accepts.

Then Nezu started his first task for him titled, “Redemption.” This confuse Kats-

Then oh.. his other student is.. Deku.

Task Redemption is Katsuki's trial of being Nezu's student. Izuku deems this task unnecessary but Nezu won't take bullies into his school, but he also doesn't want a waste potential in a student. Nezu deemed that Katsuki can still learn so he also tasked Izuku with the task of his own. Task of Confidence. (This fic is a crack yes but I like to think that even if Katsuki did stupid shit, he was still a kid. So he deserves punishment but not his future being taken away from him.)

Task of Redemption: Observe your behaviour and realise your mistakes. (Basically he needs to back track his behavior and slowly realize his terrible behavior.. on his own. Nezu could have just thrown this boy to therapy but my Rat has his reasons)

Task of Confidence: Mimics someone's confidence to make it your own. (This task is so easy for Izuku... "Kacchan Sugoi!" and All that. But I think what Nezu meant by Mimicking, is to PUT those learning into his own personality.)

The two tasks are long period tasks that will act like a long time project. It will end once Nezu deems it so. He will also give the two cases to solve or work to learn and other things.

The tasks will take at least a year in a half to finish. After a long one sided screaming match, to actual brawl between the boys, the two started to finally talking and eventually being actual friends again. (This development kind of shocks Aldara and kind of tries to separate the boys because of it, which made Nezu plans to destroy the school.) By this time Izuku and Katsuki are best friends again, with rivalry the size of Mount Fuji, (Nezu encourages the rivalry and even hands them a point system).

Izuku still gets OFA in this AU, but with Nezu also being a part of the mentoring and Katsuki knowing from the start. (All Might does not know that though.)

Then Nezu gave them another Task. This time, it's a collaboration.

Theatrics of trust and lies

Izuku and Katsuki have to act like how they used to. No one can know their true relationship in the hopes of actually giving false assumptions of their true nature and learning to trust others while in the act. (Like how the fuck do you fool someone while LEARNING how to trust someone? Like, what chu mean by that Nezu??)

Basically Izuku and Katsuki have to fool everyone in the school while learning who they could trust for the future. This fucking task does not make sense and when Katsuki ask just that, Nezu just smiles and laughs and said. “The teachers of UA have been informed that I already picked two students as my personal students and I challenge them that if they could find them, they'll get a raise!”

“So in short, you want us to fuck with everyone's day?”

“Exactly!”

“That sounds delightful sir!”

“Hell fuckin yeah!”

Yeah, Nezu, Izu and Kats are chaotic in this story. You can tell that this is an ABSOLUTE CRACK STORY and honestly I'm tempted to name this fic the "Who can make Aizawa have a seizure the fastest this week?".

Nezu thoughts of the boys and plot kinda

Obviously Nezu sees them as his wonderful personal students. He mostly was fond of, Only, Izuku at first. I mean come on, the boy is smart, kind and has a heart of a hero.. but his self-image needs to be changed. Then there's Katsuki who he didn't even want to bring to UA after knowing what he did to Izuku. (Btw this is pre-slash and both boys are still in the start of middle school so Katsuki hasn't said the infamous line. He probably won't say it in this AU.) Yet Izuku still sees something in him and honestly? He trusted Izuku's judgment and decided to let Izuku message him to come and meet the principal himself in person. Of course he also grew fond of Katsuki and honestly he's now glad that the two are both his students before he have to watch him be an actual students in his school but not directly teaching them.

He also kept the fact that he have personal students a secret. Mostly wanting to get the HPSC out of his hair.. like how is he going to explain that the "Infamous wonder duo" are literal children he teaches? He's sure that they'll take his kids away and no thank you for that!

Nezu loves teaching the boys! He really do! So what if his teaching methods are "immoral?" Making sure society are in the hands of the capable future is what Nezu wants in the end! (Ah yes, nothing beats the "How to rule the country" talk during Tea.)

Little facts for Izuku in the main timeline

Still stutters but not as much.

He yaaaps more that he now knows at least 2 people will listen.

Secretly also loves the drama, but listens more when it comes to telling the story. Kacchan can explain it better anyway! Though he also will throw gasoline to an already burning fire.

"Kacchan Sugoi" is still apart of his vocabulary

Both Katsuki and Him are a menace in school. When they get along again, they'll always team up and will obliterate every other team left and right. The worst part is that no one can complain or separate them.

Is somewhat fit before OFA. Him and Katsuki has been training together

A wolf in sheep clothing (Nezu corrupt him) Still a hero of course.. but he will not be as merciful, when he reveals every dirt and skeletons you have hidden.

Great at acting. Sometime too great.

Focuses on Hacking and Learning information through datas.

Befriend Hatsume Mei along the way.

What's make Izuku and Katsuki different in terms of observing others is that, Izuku's specializes in Quirk observations which makes him also great at reading people but not as good as Katsuki.

Little facts for Katsuki in the main timeline:

Caring in his own way

Don't let his attitude fool you, he fucking loves drama. Nezu and him have tea over talking shit about other people. (Izuku is never in this line of topic)

A listener most of the time but also a yapper when it comes to certain topics.

Told himself that, "No Katsuki. You are not as insane like the Rat and Nerd! You're there because you NEED to make sure they both don't fucking die or worst, rule society without me." While in reality he is also chaotic.

Still admires All Might, but wants to fucking kick him in the NUTS.

Great at acting. Of course, Nezu teaches them both.

Still have temper issues but Nezu encourage his temper to be used into something good so they're working on how.

Still felt guilty about what he'd done to Deku.

His personality has mellowed down somewhat but still is as rude as ever.. just not around Deku and Nezu.

Between Izuku and Katsuki, Katsuki looks and had a different aura when silent. Like, he's usually loud... so when he's silent?

Focuses on Learning information through observation or word of mouth. People watching basically. Of course he can hack and decode shit like Izuku so sometimes the two switch positions when it comes to gathering information

That's the story plot so far. I apologize if this doesn't came out good but I really do like the idea of it! But between college and my brain being an asshole, I can't keep this idea in any longer. For now, I'm going to name this AU, the Chaos Duo.

I'll edit any mistakes if I see one.. for now I want to nap.

#Chaos Duo AU #bakudeku #bkdk #rose bulbs #rose rants #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #mha #principal nedzu #I want more chaos in my fic please #rose ideas #bkdk is keeping me up at night as usual.#prompts from reddit

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the-stove-is-divorced · 9 months ago

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So it just came to my attention that as an author with amazing writing and depth and quality, obviously you would know fanfics with amazing quality too

Like how a professional artist follow artist who makes professional art or sm like that

So like, what I'm trying to get at is, do you have any fic recommendations? Your favorite ones maybe?

Also Spider-Man ones and MHA one's please. I need something to get these fandoms out of my systems (I'm halfway through the Ben ten ones you recommend and oh my god your taste is perfect)

I do love hoarding fics I adore, so thank you! That's incredibly flattering ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝ And oh yeah, I have, like, 2k bookmarks, haha! Occasionally I delete some, admittedly, but ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE! ( ` ∇ ´ )ゝI will preface and say I don't know what you like to curate this list better, since I read a lot of fanfic, I've got a lot of choices to pick from.

Alright, for spidey fics, I dunno what iterations of Spider-Man you like? And what character interactions you go for? So here's a random assortment! -> -> -> college student!Peter is a long suffering intern of the Avengers (comedy, mcu) + peter just trying to graduate (mcu) + yummy psychological horror of peter w/ venom symbiote + spideypool exploration of spidery behavior + spideypool where peter fights for his fucking life to keep his identity hidden but ppl think spidey's harry osborn + poetic spideypool (love the writing style) + combo of mcu and comics where peter is trying his best to graduate, grieve, and more (series) + spideytorch chronicles peter trying to prove he can settle down for a kid on the way + just spideypool silliness

That was harder than I thought, but should be a good range, bonus crossovers tho, peter and felicia suffering as STEM students in Gotham + peter being spidery in gotham + post NWH gone wrong! peter suffers and Orochimaru barges into his life

MHA I will just admit straight up Izuku is my favorite character, so they're all gonna be focused on him! Also man this was a trip down memory lane, haha! -> -> -> incredible comedy horror about an exorcist Izuku + psychological drama about izuku's inability to die + fav au of quirkless izuku in HSC + all of izuku's bitter feelings manifest when a quirk changes his personality + epic ongoing story of izuku being half demon, WC: 500k + izuku can see spirits, is incapable of helping people, and suffers + comedy about izuku making friends with villains instead of going to UA + izuku time travels and concerns literally everyone around him (comedy) + HC's plan to study Izuku fails because this mf is haunted + izuku is blind + katsuki is haunted by a dead(?) izuku + literally one of the best DFO fics to me (comedy) + OFA users memories get muddled with Izuku's + quirkless journalist izuku discovers the truth

This quickly made me realize how much I adored Bnha. But that should be enough for ye!

If we're talking any fandom kind of favorites, hard to say?? Kinda like when I get asked a fav movie, a lot disappears from my mind, but here's some random ones: -> -> -> jeremiah keeps appearing in bruce's dreams nightmares and it's getting harder not to listen (gotham tv show) + will graham is catnip to every serial killer on the planet for 200k + literally anything by this author + time travel fic of the century (haikyuu) + khaji da discovers the beauty of consciousness and identity

Did not think this would take me this long, but this should be more than enough! (o^ ^o) Glad ya enjoying the ones I recommended before!

#took a min because DAMN i need to re-organized my spidey bookmarks better #and obligatory diff tastes and what not????#fav of all time are RLLY hard to say so i can't rlly give that as much i can just give ya some i enjoy #but the bnha ones should be solid #i ADORED that show when i still had brainrot for it holy shit #but yeah should be goodie!! hope ya enjoy #i am going to lay down now dfjkdjfkd #asks #fic rec #stopping myself from editing this again

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atthelowestfromao3 · 6 months ago

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About atthelowest

Hey! This is Alice or atthelowest, I'm new here (and don't know how to properly use this app or Twitter for the matter) but like I wanted to promote my first fic ever on AO3. You can call me she/her, girl, Alice, atthelowest if you like have any questions or even a request (maybe for a future fic? Idk kkk let's see how I do in my first one first). First of all, Im twenty so my fics may be heated in the future (idk we will see how it goes y'all but like yeah) so please properly check the tags of the fics (or don't I'm not your mom). Second of all, I would like to say that I don't usually like to label myself because like I don't think I know enough about the LGBTQ+ community but I guess you could call me bi or at the least I guess my friends who understand about such important matters do (hey, Ive been reading educational stuff and articles give me a break its a slow process but I don't think I know enough to say properly), idk y'all I like girls and boys and don't judge anyone and like want everyone to be happy. I read ALL kinds of pairings. Not that any of this is like your business, but I wanted to introduce myself so you don't think that it's a robot. In third place, Im autistic, have anxiety and ADHD so like if I don't express myself properly or like was mean to you I probably didn't mean it (unless you are a sexist transphobe racist homophobic pig). Also, English is not my first language, Im Brazilian y'all. I started to write my first fanfic because MHA has ended and because like Ive read sooooooo much fanfic on ao3 and I was so sad it ended and like wanted to gift you all bakudeku, bkdk, idk Tumblr has so much names twitter too I prefer it on ao3 where is like Bakugou Katsuki/Izuku Midoriya wayyyy easier (also I don't understand y'all way of tagging I, for myself, read all kinds of variants like sometimes Katsuki tops, sometimes its Deku, sometimes one of them is trans, sometimes they are both girls, sometimes its with one as male the other as female, idc I love them together). I read other ships too but they are one of my favorite couples (I also love dickbabs very much). In fourth place, Im amazed by the fanart, the memes, the ideas both here and on Twitter. There was a huge part of the fandom I was missing (when I rarely saw art on a fic I thought it was like from Pinterest sue me and never clicked in links that take you out of ao3 because I found them suspicious). Anyways, Im losing myself here. What I mean is: Im so grateful for all the fics, fanart, everything related to them that feels like these open love letters for this ship that I also wanted to give a gift to y'all (its my love language) so I created my fic! I also wanted to contribute some way! Sending much love to y'all and appreciation for us who ship Bakugou Katsuki/Izuku Midoriya.

#bakudeku #bakudeku fic #bnha #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #bkdk fanfic #bkdk fic #ao3 izuku #izuku midoriya #my fic

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marichild · 5 days ago

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9, 12, and 13 for the fandom ask game? :3

hiii kaz <3 || ask game

9. Write a recommendation of someone else’s fic you enjoyed!

I BRING YOU TWO.

First of all I need you all to read wind-blown lilies by the very same person sending me this ask! Transfem Sanemi is not what I thought I’d have enjoyed, much less Sanemi/Akaza, but this is genuinely such a fun and gorgeously written fic about being trans, being closeted, and the utter terror-relief that is the experience of being seen. Like. God. It’s so good guys. Trust me on this.

Secondly. BSD fans. If you ever needed a Correct and Good Take on my beloved Sigma, this is the fic for you. Last Train Home by valleykey is so good. Sigma’s personality is perfectly encapsulated within 27k words and their relationships with the rest of the DOA—Nikolai, in particular—made my brain go!! Also: Sigma and Chuuya bonding. He helps them get their casino back and Nikolai haunts them anonymously for a bit. Genuinely go read this <3

I also want to highlight probably my favorite MHA fic to date, komorebi. This is one of the best takes on Shinsou I’ve seen so far; it highlights so well everything canon failed to give us. Like. If there was ever a fic about Shinsou attempting to find the UA traitor, then this it. If there was ever a fic that amazingly showed us intricacies of hero-villain politics and all the things wrong with hero society and how to fix it, this is it.

12. What’s the funniest or craziest AU idea you’ve ever come up with?

Oh my god. I could name many but by far the wildest is the toxic romcom verse I’m doing (eventually) with Kavi. The original idea is by no means mine but theirs; I simply provide insane commentary on the background happenings of the actual fic itself, which somehow translated to…me writing out those background happenings. The things two insane people will do at 2AM.

Essentially Lu Guang makes horrible, awful bad sex decisions with Vein, who is enjoying himself (but not as much as Liu Xiao, who is basically orchestrating this whole thing on purpose to laugh at LG), while Xia Fei and Cheng Xiaoshi lose their minds and maybe make their own bad decisions in the background. Yes, they’re both insane about their canon-assigned partners. <3

13. What’s a character or ship you haven’t written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

I would absolutely love to write about Li Tianxi, Li Tianchen, and Qian Jin someday, but I’ve also been meaning to write obamitsu for quite a while now. I just haven’t gotten around to it lmao. I’m also fully intending to write todobakudeku! It’s just on the backburner while I do an MHA exchange fic :)

(I won’t even try to name all the BSD fics I desperately want to write.)

tysm for the ask!!

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ladyravenjadethe2nd · 5 months ago

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Crossovers

More side characters should go into crossovers. If you have a really cool idea for a crossover fic, but you feel like it's not that interesting/been done before/ you can't make it as good as others. Just make it about characters that never get the Isekai into other world treatment and your writing gold.

Like I just saw a pic of Gon and Killua, but Killua's hair was slightly pink and I saw his hair first so my first thought was this was a picture of Gon and Mina from MHA and I was like, 'Wow that's so cool I've never seen just her in a crossover before.'

Like I enjoy high standards of fics, but I've never seen Mina falls though a portal into HxH or gets reborn in Naruto. Maybe all of 1 A gets transported to Middle Earth by a quirk, but never her alone.

She's not my favorite character, but she's a good character, she's someone's favorite and I've never ever seen it done. I'd read it for the newness of it. I'd enjoy it as it is with nothing to compare it to because it hasn't been done.

Whose your favorite side character? Someone that gets no love. More fics should be made about them with crossovers. I'm so tried of the same main character getting to do something awesome.

If it's not Deku it's Bakugou, Todoroki, or Aizawa. If it's not Naruto it's Sasuke, Sakura, or Kakashi. It's always Gon, Gon and Killua, just Killua, or Killua and Alluka. Maybe all 3 of them sometimes.

Y'all have Kurapika and Sasuke with weirdly similar backstories right there. Where the fics at?

How great would Hagakure the invisible girl be in Naruto? What an impressive power for ninjas. How funny would Leorio's reactions be if he was suddenly in MHA? Lets find some shit dads for him to punch.

How about a retired All Might story where he ends up in HxH and learns Nen and regains his power?

Like there is good shit here. Lots of never before told stories y'all. Like fuck it I'd read a story about Deku, Bakugou, and Todoroki's moms having to take the hunter exams or becoming ninja.

I kinda want to write that last idea myself to be honest that would be a fun trio.

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #fanfic writers #writers on ao3 #hunter x hunter #hunterxhunter #mha #naruto #mina ashido #crossover #mha crossover #naruto crossover #Hunter X Hunter crossover

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pastelsalmonsworld · 2 years ago

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My personal timeline as a multi shipper

Here’s my controversial MHA (I know I know) ship timeline. I see a pattern of simply liking a ship because the two characters had an interesting interaction or exclusive to Izuocha, where Ochako can only likes Izuku. This is in order by timeline. I want to to spread this to show people that you are not hated by 100% of a group of anybody. We are all multi-faceted beings. My ships are based on interesting dynamics not canon-ness thereby superiority. This list is based on a timeline, not my interest.

‘Shipping’ in my case is simply enjoying the characters in a fanart or fa fiction outside of canon which is deemed more than is needed to understand the charcters. Support romantic or otherwise fanart with mainly two characters basically. It doesn’t even mean I see how they would be together in canon. Before bakudeku, I read most of these at the same time. I felt I had to have one ship only at some points too which isn’t true.

Maybe shipping for me is just liking an aspect of a story.

Izuocha. I liked this ship because it seemed like it was going to be obviously canon. I enjoy a lot of canon-ships like NaruHina, KanaTanjiro or just about any of my favorite shoujo and boys love pairings. Also a few spare girls love comics too; cute! I just thought that’s how it was. First friend and supportive and obvious.

Kacchako. I enjoyed their fight in the Sports Festival arc of mha because Katsuki didn’t hold back. I agreed with most of the crowd, he’s /kind of/ insane in how he acts at his point in the series. I fully believed he would go Sasuke or Villain route in this part of the series. I liked that he didn’t treat her differently because she’s a girl despite his intentions. Ochako put up her best fight and found something new in herself that she hadn’t before; the wit and quick thinking to fight back against a super strong unrestrained Enemy. I ended up seeing a BEAUTIFUL fanart of him sitting at a desk and Ochako sitting at a wind that was amazingly rendered. I read a lot of— let’s just say extremely out of pocket fan fiction about this rare pair. I felt insecure about this ship because it got made fun of online. Also Bakugo’s ‘nothing frail about her’ comments in the relationship connection extras. Regardless, interesting, fun, imaginative, unexpected.

KiriBaku. This seems to be the mostly widely /accepted/ ship in my opinion. I feel like it has the most support in the American fandom. Kiri was super popular at the time I joined my hero and I was deep in the weeb-tok era of 2019 through 2021(anyone else miss the “Iwa-Chan, kageyama!/ I know that I’m gonna slaughter dis” sound? And OH the cosplays). MAN I miss it it was so fun and less dodgy than boring-ass takes and blind fighting on twitter. I was a bakudeku hater at this time because I blindly believed the death threats were true. I didn’t hate the ship personally feel deep down but I thought actual death threats would’ve been too far. I often dumped mean and repetitive comments on anti-bakudeku tiktoks. I really enjoyed an actor au where the author switched the moha characters to playing their Japanese voice actors. Baku go/okamoto really wanted to play a canon gay character in the drama they were actors in but Izuku got it first which caused his continued resentment of izuku because he assumed he was not gay. It was really fun and some of the fics were very memorable and wholesome. Good times! At the transition between these two ships the fandom was all happy and the fanfics were funny and Bakugou was being supportive of his friends in his own way at this point.

Bakudeku. The plot twist of the century. But, not really. See, I hated bakudeku mostly because I wanted to fit in with the popular opinion and simple “they hate each other!!”. In order to seem normal and not insane since it was so hated. Again, I already thought bakugo’s character because it humanizes a bully in a realistic way. I usually live for those crazy ass villains anyway; it’s just anime. Death Note??? But obviously, I never would have put Bakugou in Izuku together. Rewatching season 1 that shot was terrible as fuck and heart wrenching and I feel so bad again after watching and I can see why I absolutely hated Katsuki when I watched mha. I can see why people still hate him. Again, I started looking at the fanart out of spite and saw a lot of fanart with one of them looking at the other back and watching them from behind. It’s really true to the series. It is so heart wrenching to watch and read. That’s why I like reading it. I’ve read SOO many fics where either of them die mostly Izuku, because of the suicide comment, but eventually with the event of black whip, mostly Katsuki for obvious reasons. There’s a deep theme of saving and winning and even the horror of death when you love someone so obviously I was captivated. Some fics, and I mean A LOT, basically predicted word for word the hospital scenes. I don’t like ‘I know your secret power’ tropes, but it’s there. There’s just so much between them it’s crazy. The way /The Way You Used To by: edema ruh/ has like the exact hospital scenes that LATER!!!! Happened in the manga… the death, the emotional power-ups, the connection of a separate soulmate ( ‘nother person in your body thing like the vestiges) quirk, PLUS ofa transactions inspired by two heros that canonically seem like they’re about to happen. You’ve got the Volume cover and everything to show for it too. Themes of almost Spider-Man and Gwen???? I rewatched Spider-Man 2 and it’s like huh??? And also Izuku is inspired by spider-man as well? Oh SHIT, is bakugo Izuku’s failed save? I’m gonna be SO FUCKINNG MAD if that happens, but I’m one of those people who enjoys angst a lot at the same time and I will appreciate it. I’m so everything for this ship for this ship platonic friendship or not I may just ship their friendship

TodoIIda. Usually, I don’t find a lot of my ships seeming canon except for this one. I already know that any important relationship or friendship between characters can be shipped but since they aren’t seen interacting on screen much next to the scene where iida saves him instead of going ahead, it really stuck. That must have been Horikoshi’s intention because he came back to them recently like they matter to each other. I JUST remembered the stain arc and how IIda and Shouto’s can relate on wanting revenge. Iida’s motto to help someone anywhere any time relates to Todoroki’s helplessness as a child. They’re important to each other. Friends, family.

Togachako. I didn’t consider this a ‘ship’ per se until recently, but I was obsessed with how Toga wanted become Ochako and the people she loves also how they like the same boy I guess?? Izuku seems oblivious and somehow even unrelated to their relationship even though it started it. There was this one cosplay tiktok with a poppy sound on it and I was OB- SESSED. I told you I love me some crazy simpy villains and Toga is just that. Unexpected was how Ochako starts to focus on her specifically and want to save her. I was NOTTT expecting her to say she was jealous of her smile. I was so sad when Himi said she didn’t want to talk to Chako anymore so I was PUMPED to hear people spreading the misleading togacjako canon on twitter. Toga biromantic/sapphic vampire whose blood-sucking is like kissing, is getting blood from ochsko for the rest of her life. I don’t know if toga really cares anymore. I also enjoy their possible relationship to Yuki-onna. Would love if something came out of them in canon, though I just realized toga explicated said she wanted to go out with Izuku so why can’t she do it for ochako?

dabihawks. I was SO confused why people shipped this when they barely showed their interactions. I only realized when a mostly canon style fan manga dubbed did a dabihawks comic. I then realized they are are almost the same childhood reflections of each other, neglected, abused by their parents

As an end note, I learned that every ship dynamic has to be romantic, but usually it is because of recent fan culture. I’m 15 but I know a lot about older fandom because I was an avid Kaichou Wa Maid Sama fan and used the less popular fan fiction.net. People are a lot nicer on fanfixtion sites than on social media sites, I’ve learned also older fandoms didn’t get massively hated on like MHA does. There’s just more people in the world who watch now. Remember to be yourself because there’s always someone feeling just like you out there, I promise. Chaio;3

#izuocha #katsudeku #kiribaku #dkbk #togachako #multishipper #mha fanfic recs #mha manga #mha season 6 #mha fanfiction #mha bakusquad #I actually like!bakusquadheadcanons!!!!!!#Todoiida

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