#pp mha au

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helloo, i stumbled upon ur mha x scp au and AHDSIHDSGISDGJ UR WRITING??? IS SO GOOD?? (also im new here hi, can i be 🎭 anon) more mha x scp au pls /nf tho

hii 🎭 anon :) i get a lot of requests for this au haha, sure!

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AU where MC is transported into the MHA universe with a SCP-summoning quirk. essentially a MHA and SCP crossover. you can read the rest of the parts under the tag #pp mha au

(note: i have never watched or read mha in my life and all of my knowledge is from fanfics and lazily googled questions! sorry in advance for any mischaracterizations or anything that just... doesn't make any sense? lol)

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You lean forward, nearly falling off of your chair in the process. Squinting your eyes into narrow lines, you focus on one, crucial objective:

Trying to figure out what the hell is sitting right in front of you.

He looks like a cat, sort of. He reminds you of Josie, or, well, 529, with his feline-esque features and all.

Oh, you really should summon Josie here again sometime. It's been quite a while since you last have. That cat makes a good cuddle buddy. Even if she's missing the entire other half of her body.

You hum in thought, continuing to careen forward from your chair. No! This thing across from you is nothing like Josie. His ears look more like a bear, like 1048. Or could he be a dog? No, no... You've got it! He's definitely a rat!

Leaning back, you return to a proper sitting position and internally applaud yourself for finding the solution to your own ridiculous question. A rat, you think to yourself, face smug. Reminds me of a certain mask that drips black snot.

Wait a minute. The satisfied expression you adorn falters as you inspect the rat closer. What if it's not a rat, but a mouse?!

No, you're getting sidetracked! You take another bite of the banana you have graciously been given by your... captors? Do they count as captors if you willingly went with them?

The clearing of a throat. "Excuse me. If you could please answer the question..."

Oh, right. They're not really your 'captors,' just your interrogators, (that provide you with free food, might you add).

"What was the question again?" you ask, before not-so-elegantly stuffing the rest of the banana down your throat. You couldn't help but cave into your stomach's hunger; you haven't tasted this quality of fresh food in years! No more scavenging for meals or rummaging through garbage bins!

The man in uniform raises an inquiring eyebrow. You examine the badge attached to his right breast pocket: 'Detective Tsukauchi.'

He gestures to his side. "He asked you for your name."

Your eyes follow his hand's movements, and you find yourself gazing at the rat once more. "Oh, I wasn't paying attention." You admit shamelessly, grabbing another banana from the bowl placed before you. "I'm Y/N."

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N." The rat smiles. You absentmindedly nod in response. "I'm Nezu, the principal of U.A. High. The man beside me is Detective Tsukauchi," you glance at the final stranger, "and this is Aizawa, a teacher at this school. He is also the one who found you. We would like to ask you some questions, as you are already aware."

"Sure," you comply, shoving another banana into your mouth. "I don't mind."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen, I think."

"Who are your parents?"

You shrug, nonchalantly reaching for another banana. "Don't have any."

Nezu's grin widens slightly, and you watch him place a paw below his jaw. "Would you be comfortable telling us about what happened in that alley?"

Cocking your head to the side, you carefully peel off the banana's skin. "Which one?"

The detective speaks up. "The one you were found in."

Chewing another bite of your food, you tap a finger to your chin in thought. "Well, I was asleep until I heard a bunch of noise." Slowly, you turn to Nezu, replicating his ear-to-ear smile as you dramatically retell your experience.

"I looked up from my home, my beloved alleyway cardboard box, and saw two groups of people fighting. I decided to hide in my box until it was all over, but then one of them crashed into my home. They crumpled my box, and my hiding spot was revealed! The two groups started arguing about 'gang territory,' or whatever, and one of them decided to use me as a hostage and pointed a gun to my head."

You sink your teeth into your banana once more, oblivious to the horrified looks from every adult in the room.

"Oh, but it was fine," you casually continue, mouth half-full, "since, you know, I took care of it and all."

"When you say that you 'took care of it,'" the detective asks cautiously, "do you mean that you used your quirk?"

"My... quirk?" You scratch the back of your neck. "I guess it's my quirk? Don't know too much about 'quirks,' to be honest. I've never been to a doctor, or whatever specialist you go to for checking those out."

"Could you describe to us what it was that you exactly did?"

You gulp down the rest of your banana before replying. "You mean, in that alley? I summoned, or, like, conjured up one of those, uh." You pause, replacing 'SCPs' with another word to prevent further confusion. "Creatures? One of those creatures."

Tsukauchi looks you in the eye. "These creatures that you summon." You glance at the detective's hands, and you notice that they're trembling. "What do they do? What do they look like?"

"Usually I summon them to help and protect me." You explain with a shrug, "Oftentimes I encounter people who want to hurt me for some reason. There's a bunch of, er, 'creatures,' that I can summon, and they don't typically look like your perception of what's 'normal.'"

You continue, "There are endless possibilities, really. One looks like a teddy bear, just covered in human ears." Tsukauchi's eyes widen, as if his suspicions have been confirmed. "There's some that are long and bony. Some of them have these gigantic claws and razor-sharp mouths. Some of them are all gooey and acidic-"

"I believe that's enough." You turn to the side, taking a brief glimpse at Aizawa, who is standing beside you. Those were the only words he's spoken this entire time.

Turning back to the other two, you're about to grab another banana when you catch sight of the detective. You stare awkwardly, your hand paused mid-air. He seems to have completely spun on his heel to face away from you, hands clutching the wall as he gags and dry heaves. You scoot back in your chair uncomfortably.

"...And you do not have a home, correct?" Nezu stands up from his seat, approaching yours.

"Well, I did, but like I said, my cardboard box was destroyed because of those two rival gangs, or whoever they were."

"I see." He raises a paw so as to pet the top of your head. You clumsily bend down in your chair, allowing the two-foot-tall principal to reach your height. "We can arrange something for you. You may stay in a personal dorm here for free, if you would like." He smiles, "So long as you attend this school, the police force has also gladly agreed to erase your criminal record!"

You gawk at him. "C-criminal record?" Well, you guess you usually do end up leaving a mess of dead bodies behind, but it's always in self-defense!

"You should know it is illegal to use your quirk unlicensed and in public, Y/N."

Surveying the room, you dart your eyes from person to person. In the corner of the room, the detective, who is on the verge of vomiting up his insides. The man beside you, Aizawa, who refuses to look at you. The one standing in front of you, Nezu, who is blackmailing you, but is also offering you free shelter and free food...

You huff, grabbing Nezu's paw and shaking it wildly. "It's a deal, then."

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summary: (Psycho Pass AU) Despite being an Inspector in the CID, Uraraka's psycho pass score has always remained low and consistent, but when a bank robbery goes terribly wrong, she must decide if one of her most volatile Enforcers, Bakugou, is worth saving.

notes: This was originally supposed to be for a zine, but, as you can tell by the word count, it got a little too big. I've got a few more ideas for this AU that I couldn't fit in this one-shot. Not sure if I'll write them or not, but it's a possibility. It's been a while since I've watched Psycho Pass, but it's one of my favorite animes of all time. (That includes the second season.) I wrote this entirely doing sprints, which is wild, but it did help me finish this in like two or three days. At least one of the roles in here will be surprising, but I've got a lot of headcanons already for this AU. I hope you enjoy the ride!

Uraraka had never been one to believe that she was a better person simply because her Psycho Pass score was better than others. She’d always had a remarkably clear hue, even at a young age. Despite every day stressors that couldn’t be avoided and the harsh realities that life dealt her sometimes, her hue remained a beautiful light pink. As her friends struggled and their scores slowly ticked up as time went on, she stayed so neutral that even her teachers noted how unusual it was. Even if she did show outward signs of stress, her hue rarely ever changed.

She credited this success to her parents, who had taught her to remain optimistic in the face of difficulties. Despite her father’s business floundering from time-to-time and struggling financially throughout her childhood, their scores stayed safely below the latent criminal level to keep them out of trouble. She wanted to be just like them, a model citizen, but also something more. Watching her friends and family struggle to keep in line even over the simplest things made her realize that she was meant for something greater than following in her father’s steps.

If she had a talent in keeping her score low, then she should use that ability for the greater good.

Before she’d even graduated, Uraraka had known that she wanted to join the CID. She wanted to save people. Growing up, she had spent a lot of time watching movies about heroes that saved the day. Yes, it was romanticized, but she couldn’t get over the idea. Many people weren’t as lucky as her. She had watched as classmates were taken away in the middle of exams, marked as latent criminals, never to be seen again. No one questioned it, but she couldn’t help but feel that there was something else that she could do.

Even worse, there were victims of crimes that ended up with hues too clouded to be fixed. If there was a chance that she could save people from not only criminals but themselves, then it was her responsibility to do that. She’d learned early on that her crime coefficient rarely wavered. After being bullied relentlessly for her thrift shop clothes, the school’s counselor had been concerned about her. She’d kept the situation a secret for a year so that no one would get in trouble. Allowing that kind of stress to fester was dangerous. However, when she was scanned by the Sybil System, they had found that her score had only gone up a single point. The counselor had been shocked.

Less than a year later, her bully was pulled out of the school, marked as a latent criminal at a mere eleven years of age. Uraraka wondered to this day if she could’ve helped him. Maybe, if she’d said something earlier about the bullying, he would’ve been able to get the therapy that he’d needed to keep his score down. By keeping quiet, she’d inadvertently hurt him as well. The school counselor had told her that it wasn’t her fault, but for the first time she had felt the sense that she could’ve done something.

Joining the CID had shocked her friends and scared her parents. Uraraka knew what she looked like. She was a short young woman with brown hair that framed her round face and rosy cheeks and a soft body that looked like it was meant more for cuddling than chasing down criminals. She smiled a lot, laughed at bad jokes, and had a cheery disposition that was not common in the CID. Her top grades allowed her to apply, but she had no doubt that it was her exceptional Psycho Pass score that had got her the job as an Inspector. That relatively flat line would impress anyone, even the Enforcers positioned beneath her on Division 2.

It didn’t impress everyone though.

Uraraka kicked the door to their office open, a large case file in one hand, a tray with four coffees in the other, and a bag filled with breakfast pastries caught between her teeth. Her brow was furrowed in a concentrated expression as she nudged her way inside and then carefully made her way over to her desk. First, she set down the precarious hot coffees, then took the bag out of her mouth, before finally setting the file down and sighing in relief. When she turned around, however, she was met with the barrel of a Dominator pointed at her and she nearly jumped out of her socks.

“Bakugou!” Inspector Iida reproached as he stepped into the room. “You do not point your Dominator at an Inspector!”

The Enforcer in question raised an eyebrow, but didn’t lower the gun, his eyes glowing a bright blue as the Sybil System assessed whether she was a criminal or not. With the initial shock over, Uraraka relaxed and leaned back against her desk. Iida opened his mouth to further reprimand him, but she held up a hand to stop him. The Dominator posed no threat to her. Not only was her score well below the latent criminal level, but Enforcers couldn’t use the guns against Inspectors. It was little more than a scanner in Bakugou’s hands when put against her. When the Dominator finally finished its judgment, he lowered the gun and his eyebrow.

“Satisfied?” Uraraka asked with perhaps a touch of sass.

Katsuki Bakugou certainly didn’t look it, judging from the light scowl on his face. “Just checking.”

“You say that every time you assess me,” Uraraka pointed out, folding her arms across her chest.

Iida stormed over and snatched the weapon out of Bakugou’s hands. “You shouldn’t even have this outside of storage. I should check your crime coefficient. You know that if it gets too high–”

“I know, Four Eyes, I know,” Bakugou interrupted. “You’ll be forced to shoot me and I’ll explode on everyone.”

Unlike most people when faced with that thought, he didn’t look bothered in the slightest. Uraraka honestly didn’t know much about him. Despite being the loudest (and admittedly most dangerous) one on the team, Bakugou wasn’t an open book. He didn’t talk about his past or how he had come to be an Enforcer. Most of the others on the team and in other divisions assumed that he’d been labeled a latent criminal when he was a kid, considering his crass and careless behavior. It was like he’d never bothered trying to conform to society or he’d simply turned his back on it.

Iida had once told her that Bakugou had one of the highest crime coefficients in the CID. Considering that his mere presence had a habit of raising the Area Stress Level,h he was a constant threat to be watched, not to mention his ability to raise the scores of the Inspectors that were entrusted with keeping him in line. Iida was one of the few who was capable of handling him without his hue becoming too clouded. Other Inspectors had not been so lucky, including one that was now an Enforcer alongside him on Division 2.

Izuku Midoriya had reassured her that it was not Bakugou’s fault that he had fallen from Inspector to Enforcer. His own Psycho Pass score was just above the 100 mark that labeled him as a latent criminal. She couldn’t see how with his baby face, freckles, and bright demeanor, but sure enough, when he’d suggested she check him, she had been shocked to find his score at 105. Once past that mark, even if it went back under the safe level, he could never go back to being an Inspector.

“Try and at least act like you care about how your actions affect those around you,” Iida said as he put the Dominator back in its storage case.

“I dunno,” Enforcer Kaminari quipped as he spun around in his seat in front of his computer. “I think it’d be kinda funny. Then he really would be King Explodo.”

Bakugou reared on him. “How about next time I aim it at your face?”

Midoriya frantically waved his hands in the air, a nervous smile on his face. “Hey, let’s all calm down! It’s early and it’s been a good week. Let’s keep up the solid work!”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Deku!” Bakugou snapped.

Uraraka rolled her eyes, but a fond smile slipped onto her face as she unfolded her arms and turned back around to her desk. Most people wouldn’t think that a job in the CID was something that could be enjoyed – and she would be the first to admit that it was incredibly hard – but after six months of working on this team with no losses, she could honestly say that it felt a lot like home. These people were her family. Besides Iida, they would never be allowed the same freedom that she experienced, but they risked their lives daily to ensure that other people could.

How could she not respect them for that? Although they had already been marked as defunct members of society, they still served and protected it. Even Bakugou with his crude remarks, volatile nature, and general dismissiveness threw himself in the line of fire. They didn’t just risk getting injured or killed on the job. There was always that looming threat of their crime coefficient getting too high or their hue too dark. If that were to happen, it was up to Iida and Uraraka to put them down.

This job was known for ruining people’s psycho passes. She attended regular therapy sessions to ensure that it didn’t happen to her, although her therapist was always surprised to find her score still low. The Enforcers did this job under the threat of death to protect a society that no longer wanted anything to do with them. They had all defended and protected her, be it against other criminals or other division members that didn’t believe she was capable of her job. She believed that there was goodness in them.

“No one in the CID should be capable of having a score that low or hue so clear,” Bakugou grumbled under his breath as he dropped into his seat. “It’s unnatural.”

Uraraka stepped past him to hand Kaminari a coffee and snack. “It’s always been like that. I couldn’t tell you why.”

“It’s because you’re the sweetest person ever,” Kaminari said before chugging half the coffee in one go and taking a massive bite out of the doughnut. He wasn’t necessarily the brightest bulb on their team, but he was a whiz with technology and had a go-getter attitude that made people laugh. His voice was muffled and barely understandable, but she thought he added something like, “You are a gift.”

Bakugou snapped, “Don’t act like an animal,” and reached out to smack him, but Kaminari rolled out of the way, cackling with a mouthful of food.

“Oh, you remembered my favorite flavor!” Mina gushed as she took her treat from Uraraka.

Of course she had. She also knew all of their birthdays. Most Inspectors didn’t get familiar with their Enforcers, choosing to treat them more like attack dogs that they owned. Honestly, it disgusted her. These were people. Just because they were labeled as criminals didn’t mean that they were animals. If any one of them were to die on the job, it would devastate her. She’d joked with them, worked with them, risked her life with them, had dinner with them… It was important to know that they deserved to live just as much as her. Otherwise, what were they doing?

Midoriya quietly thanked her, retreating back to the safety of his desk, and then she handed the last coffee and treat to Iida. They took turns getting breakfast twice a week for everyone. It was an easy way to get to know everyone. He had appreciated her initiative when she came up with the idea. Apparently his partner in between Midoriya and her had not been so friendly or warm. He’d escaped with his score still intact, but had requested a transfer after nearly coming to blows with Bakugou.

“Hey, where the hell is mine?” Bakugou demanded.

“You’ll get one when you start being nice,” Uraraka chirped teasingly before she sat down.

Kaminari and Mina laughed. Midoriya wisely stayed quiet behind his computer, although he was smiling. Meanwhile, Bakugou seethed and mumbled some choice words under his breath loud enough for her to hear. It only made her snort. He had such a colorful language. She wondered if he’d talked like this before his score had gone up or if he’d given himself the leeway to do so only after. Foul language did affect some people’s hue.

A ringing sound interrupted the light-hearted air in the room, the tension immediately thickening. Iida pulled up the message on his screen and quickly read it over. The frown on his suddenly pale face told her that it was bad. Even the others noticed. Kaminari sunk in his seat while Bakugou wiped his face clean.

“A bank robbery in process,” Iida notified them, not looking away from the screen. “Five confirmed dead, at least sixteen hostages, four known criminals. There’s threat of a bomb as well.”

Bakugou jumped to his feet. “Finally, some fucking action.”

“This isn’t a good thing,” Midoriya pointed out.

Everyone prepared to head out as Iida gave them further instructions and details. Uraraka watched the Enforcers carefully as they walked out of the office. It had been a quiet week, as Midoriya had said earlier, but it appeared as if their peace had finally been disrupted. She waited for her team to file into the back of the transport vehicle before slipping into the passenger side of Iida’s car. She hated the way they had to move Enforcers, but that was how it had always been done.

“Uraraka.”

She turned to Iida, who looked more tense than normal. It had concerned her at first, thinking of how uptight Iida always seemed to be, until she’d realized that was just his nature. This time felt different. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel and his jaw was clenched, the muscles in his face and neck looking tight. Although his eyes were focused on the road ahead, they were distant as well, like his mind was elsewhere.

“Keep a close eye on Bakugou,” Iida told her, startling her out of her thoughts.

“I always watch my Enforcers carefully,” Uraraka replied, not liking the direction of this conversation.

For his part, Iida didn’t seem to either. “His crime coefficient levels have taken a sharp turn in the past month. If you have to turn your Dominator on him at any point, I’m afraid the outcome of Sybil’s judgment might not be so kind.”

A shadow fell over Uraraka’s face. As an Inspector, she had been forced to turn her weapon a twice on her subordinates. She’d done it once on Bakugou so that he wouldn’t eliminate a victim that had been deemed beyond saving. The other time had been surprisingly on Midoriya, who had gotten into it viciously with a criminal. Both times she had been lucky in that they had only been paralyzed, but it could’ve been much worse. Midoriya had apologized, deeply embarrassed by his behavior. Bakugou had not, even though she had apologized to him.

“You did what you judged you had to do,” Bakugou had scoffed. “It’s your job, not mine, to decide what to do with me.”

Uraraka hadn’t known what to do with that. She still didn’t. Here they were now, months later, and Iida was telling her to watch him – or maybe watch her own back. Bakugou couldn’t hurt her with a Dominator, but he was taller than her, broader and more muscular. She knew how to fight, but she’d seen firsthand how brutal he could be. Enforcers were criminals. The worst of the bunch deemed good enough to be put to work so that Inspectors didn’t cloud their hue. They were, essentially, sacrificial pawns at the end of the day.

Not to her. Each and every one of them meant something to her, even Bakugou.

“He’ll be fine,” Uraraka reassured her partner, turning her eyes to the road.

Iida took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders. “His score had started to level itself. I don’t know what changed. I went back through our cases, but didn’t find any outliers. Maybe it’s just the stress of the job.”

It wasn’t a funny situation, but Uraraka still chuckled, albeit somewhat mirthlessly. “I don’t think this job stresses him out. If anything, it’s a way for him to blow off steam. Without it, I don’t know what he’d do.”

“I’d rather not find out,” Iida mumbled. He shook his head, getting rid of any lingering nasty thoughts. “Either way, I want you to be vigilant. If anything goes wrong, I don’t want the others getting dragged into it.” He peered at her out of the corner of his eyes right as she glanced back at him. “Bakugou is focused on you. I’d watch that as well. You wouldn’t be the first Inspector he’s brought down and not the last.”

“If he’s such a threat to Inspectors, then why is he still an Enforcer?” Uraraka asked curiously. Good Inspectors were hard enough to come by. This was not a job that many people sought out. It was dangerous for multiple reasons, death and getting rejected by society only two of them.

Iida didn’t hesitate for a moment when he answered very seriously, “Because he’s too good at his job. He’s the best Enforcer the CID has.”

The conversation ended after that. The blockade surrounding the bank could be seen in the distance, returning the tension in the car. Behind them was the police vehicle that contained their Enforcers. She couldn’t help but think of Bakugou’s narrowed, distrusting eyes as he’d lowered the Dominator from her. Had he been like this with the other Inspectors that had either left or fallen to the wayside? Was it just her that he was so aggressive with? Iida had told her to keep an eye on him, but he hadn’t needed to say anything. She already did.

Once in front of the bank, she stepped out of the car and they got ready to work. While their team picked out their Dominators, Iida explained the situation in further detail with the hologram information that the Sybil System had been able to give him and they created a plan. As usual, the Enforcers took the brunt of the work and put themselves on the line the most. It was their job to hunt and take down the bad guys. The Inspectors made sure that they did that job and didn’t go overboard in the process. A person’s crime coefficient was more likely to raise the higher it was.

“Hey,” Uraraka said right before Bakugou followed Midoriya around the back of the bank. He paused and glanced back at her, his Dominator held loosely in his hands before him. The look in his eyes was unreadable, but she got the sense that he was the one trying to read and pick her apart. She gave him a determined look. “Be careful.”

“Worried about me, Inspector?” Bakugou drawled.

Uraraka smiled, trying to put more strength in it than she suddenly felt she had. “Should I be?”

Bakugou didn’t answer her. His expression changed, if only for a moment, to something tangible that made her want to reach out to him and touch his face. She didn’t. It would’ve been highly inappropriate. There was something about that look that made her feel like something was missing. If he had been any other person, she would have given him physical comfort, but she couldn’t. He was an Enforcer; she was an Inspector. There was a carefully drawn line between them for a reason and it was to protect her. He knew that, which was perhaps why he turned away from her without responding and disappeared into the dark alley.

All Uraraka could do was stare after he’d gone and hope that things would be okay. She had to believe that they would. It was part of why her hue remained so clear. She believed in so many good things. Even when they were dashed away, she kept on believing. Nothing could shatter her.

How could she have been so foolish?

Maybe she should’ve taken Iida’s words more to heart. Maybe trusting her Enforcers or treating them like humans was a mistake. Maybe she wasn’t meant for this job. She was too compassionate, too bright, too hopeful. People like that weren’t meant to be Inspectors. Why should she have risked clouding her hue for people that had ignored their own? Maybe she really was stupid for believing that she could do something – that she could save people from themselves – that she could save those that had already gone to the dark.

She really was an idiot for believing that she could save someone as far gone as Bakugou.

It took less than twenty minutes for reality to come crashing down on her, ripping her hopes to shreds and leaving her standing in the wake of a horror she had never imagined. The bloodshed in the bank had been worse than they had realized, the criminals further gone than they’d thought. It hadn’t just been a bank robbery and a hostage situation. It had been a full-on meltdown. It happened sometimes when people were flagged by bots and told to get therapy or face being detained in a facility. Some people got help and some… Well, some tipped over completely and went on a rampage, feeling like they had nothing left to lose.

Uraraka found herself standing in the middle of the bank, her Dominator trembling in her hands as she stared at the scene before her. Half of the hostages had been killed. Kaminari sat in the corner with his back to the wall and a hand on his shoulder to keep his gunshot wound from bleeding all over the place, the goofy smile on his face replaced by a clammy complexion and grit teeth. Two of the bank robbers were dead, Bakugou’s and Midoriya’s Dominators having decided that they were too far gone to be kept alive. It broke Uraraka’s heart whenever that happened, even if they had done terrible things.

Movement in the corner of her peripheral vision caught Uraraka’s eye and she turned just in time to see a gun pointed at her. She dived to the side as a gunshot exploded and Kaminari screamed her name. It hit the wall behind her and she scrambled to take cover behind a large marble pillar. More gunshots pierced the air and she winced. Glancing around, she spotted Kaminari’s dropped Dominator in the middle of the floor and then caught eyes with him where he had hid underneath a table. Both of them were pinned in their positions.

“Hey, shitface!”

Uraraka’s heart skipped a beat upon recognizing Bakugou’s voice. She would’ve known it was him just by his choice of words. The sound of a Dominator letting loose a paralyzing shot resounded in the air, but there was only a grunt of pain that followed instead of a body collapsing. She moved around the pillar, trying to find a vantage point to take out the shooter when a hand grabbed her hair from behind and she was dragged from her hiding place. Before she could move to aim her weapon at her attacker, he ripped it from her hand and used the butt of it to whack her in the head. Stars and black spots burst into her vision and she tripped over her own feet as her mind struggled to stay aware.

When she came to her senses again, she found herself behind held hostage, the muzzle of an old school handgun pressed against her temple and one of her arms twisted painfully behind her back. Her attacker was much larger than her and reeked of sweat, likely either due to adrenaline or narcotics. A lot of people boosted before commiting a crime so that the Dominator paralyzers had less of a chance working on them.

Bakugou stood in front of her, pointing the Dominator in her direction as he had done an hour ago. There was a cold expression on his face, one that said he would get the job done no matter what, and a fire in his red eyes that made him look like the devil himself. Blood stained his jacket, the red liquid shining in the light of the sun peeking through the broken windows. He stood straight and tall, no hint of any injuries, insecurities, or fears. This was the job he was meant to do. He’d been born to be an Enforcer.

At least that was the air he gave off. She could tell by her captor’s shuffling feet and the way he tightened his grip on her and began to breathe heavily that he could feel the dangerous aura that Bakugou exuded.

“You can’t shoot me!” her captor shouted in a panic. “Not while I’ve got your Inspector!”

Bakugou eyes narrowed into slits. “I can’t believe you let yourself get captured.”

Was he actually directing his anger towards her in a moment like this? She would’ve told him off if not for the fact that she was concerned that any odd or sudden movement from her would trip the guy into pulling the trigger. However, her jaw dropped when she noticed Bakugou aim the Dominator a little lower and the telltale blue glow in his eyes. He was assessing her. She was being held captive and could potentially die and he was making sure her score was at an appropriate level.

Is he mad? Uraraka couldn’t help but wonder, even as her heart pounded in her chest. She cringed as the man lifted her arm up higher, forcing her to step on her tiptoes to relieve some of the pressure.

To be honest, when Bakugou frowned, Uraraka couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad thing. Had her score gone too high? Her mind flashed to all the victims of crimes whose hues had become too clouded, whose crime coefficients had become too high, whose Psycho Pass scores turned them from innocent civilian to a latent criminal in need of being exterminated. The one time she shot Bakugou came to mind. She couldn’t let him kill that woman, no matter what the Sybil System had said. She’d done nothing wrong. It wasn’t right.

Would he hesitate if it labeled her in such a way?

The Dominator didn’t activate. It had judged her innocent. Uraraka couldn’t sigh in relief when that meant that she was blocking his shot. He wouldn’t be able to get a decent read on the criminal holding her captive and slowly inching his way to the door that lead to the back. Where were Iida, Midoriya, and Mina? Had they found the bomb? Midoriya was probably the only one that had the knowledge to defuse it.

“I’m leaving!” the criminal declared, sounding more panicky than confident. “If anyone tries to follow me, I’ll kill her and blow this place sky high!”

Knowing that he couldn’t get a shot, Bakugou let the Dominator fall harmlessly to his side in one hand and it went into inactive mode. Then, he tilted his head in a curious manner. “You don’t have the detonator.” His tone was strange, off, but Uraraka had no time to process it before he pulled a handgun out of his pocket and fired off a shot.

Humiliating as it was, Uraraka screamed as the criminal’s blood splattered over her. She dropped to her knees when his grip on her loosened and he dropped to the floor. Her left ear was ringing and she pressed a palm against it in an attempt to stop the pain. When she pulled her hand away though, she found it covered in blood. It was sticky and warm and made her want to vomit. Slowly she turned her head in the direction of the criminal, soaking in the sight of his prone body as blood pooled around his head. There was a bullet hole right between his eyes.

Bakugou had shot and killed him with an actual gun, not a Dominator. He must have taken it from one of the downed bank robbers. Horror filled her to the brim until she felt like she was choking on it. He shouldn’t be anywhere near that. If anyone were to point a Dominator at him with that in his hand, it would determine to exterminate him on the spot. It would judge him too guilty to live. He would die. And for what? Because he’d decided to go outside the lines and pushed himself past the limit to save her?

He would be killed because he’d chosen to protect her over keeping his score low enough to protect himself.

“What’s going on?”

Uraraka whipped her head around as Iida came rushing back into the room with Midoriya and Mina at his heels. She saw Kaminari pushing himself back to his feet, using the wall as leverage. Bakugou glanced at her before he turned to face Iida and released the gun, letting it drop to the ground at his feet. Iida stared at him in disbelief, but it was the painful realization dawning on Midoriya’s face that tugged at her heart the most.

“Kacchan, what did you do?” Midoriya questioned in a hoarse whisper.

“I did what I had to do in order to protect my Inspector,” Bakugou answered without any guilt in his voice. He didn’t regret what he had done for a second. “That’s my job, isn’t it?”

Despite the obvious conflict raging in his mind, Iida lifted his Dominator and pointed it at Bakugou. No one could hear what the Sybil System told him through the weapon except for him, but they didn’t need to in order to know what was going on. She watched as it changed from non-lethal to lethal mode, growing in size and glowing bright blue as it readied the chamber with a bullet that would destroy Bakugou from the inside out.

As an Inspector and a law-abiding citizen, Uraraka should have stood by and watched as judgment was passed down. It was not up to them to decide who lived and died. That was what made their society so good. They dealt with the worst of the worst, but for the most part, even petty crimes barely existed anymore. Most people lived in peace because people like Bakugou died.

But she couldn’t do it. Uraraka knew that her score couldn’t be as low as it was if she wasn’t the type of person that truly believed she could save people and that good would triumph.

Jumping to her feet, she ran without thinking and jumped in front of Bakugou, throwing her arms out and shielding him with her body as best as she could. “Stop! Don’t shoot!” She was smaller than him, not someone built to give another person cover, but she tried to make herself bigger as she protected him.

Bakugou grunted in shock behind her and grabbed her by the waist. “Uraraka, move!”

“Get out of the way!” Iida demanded, the gun not wavering.

“Iida, don’t shoot,” Uraraka repeated, panting heavily and digging her feet into the ground to push back on Bakugou’s grip. She couldn’t move. She wouldn’t.

“The Dominator–” And damnit if Bakugou didn’t choke on the words. For the first time, she heard something different in his voice. It wasn’t arrogance, contempt, dismissal, or rage. It was fear. He was staring down the barrel of a gun that would deem him worth less than trash and he was afraid, but not for himself. He was afraid for her.

He’d checked her before and found her score to be sufficient, but that was before he had shot and killed a man just inches away from her. They had both seen people go from innocent to latent criminal after witnessing something like that, even worse when they were in the thick of it. People’s hues could get clouded simply by being around crime. It was why they had to evacuate buildings when the Stress Area Level became too high. She was covered in that man’s blood. It dripped from her jaw onto the floor, her hair sticky with it. She must have looked awful.

If the Sybil System judged her score to be too high – if it decided that her arguing against Iida’s orders and doing something out of the ordinary by protecting Bakugou warranted a rise in her crime coefficient – then Iida would be forced to put her down like the rest of them. Maybe it would only be a paralyzer, but then she would be in the same position as Midoriya, a once-promising Inspector turned into a disgraced Enforcer. She had to risk it. She had to do something more with what she’d been given.

A shocked and relieved expression flooded Iida’s face as the Dominator backed down, returning to its inactive state. Only then did Uraraka drop her arms. She was safe. She was fine. She had been judged and she was innocent. It was the first time she had ever worried about herself. Closing her eyes, she gulped down a deep, shuddering breath and then let all the tension bleed out of her body. They weren’t out of the woods yet. Her score was clean, but behind her, Bakugou’s was not.

“The system passed its judgment,” Iida told her quietly.

“I don’t care,” Uraraka ground out. “Let me… Just give me a moment, please. I can fix this.”

“You can’t,” Iida said.

Bakugou still hadn’t let go of her. If anything, his grip on her waist tightened. “It’s done.”

“No!” Uraraka spun around to face him, his hand sliding over her stomach but not moving from its place. She took a step closer, invading his space, and she watched him suck in a gasp of air. There was fire in his eyes, but it was different from before. It was alive. It was wanting. He shouldn’t be touching her. He knew that. Keeping his hand on her now was overstepping every boundary written in the guidelines. She should’ve pushed him away, but instead she pulled him in closer.

“The judgment is final for us, Uraraka,” Bakugou said, his voice raspy and low. “You can’t change it. I’m not good like you.”

Taking a deep breath, she did what she had wanted to do earlier and lifted a hand to lay it on his cheek. At first, he tensed up and she thought he might pull away, but then he leaned into it and closed his eyes, practically reveling in her touch. If this didn’t work – if she couldn’t save him – then this would very likely be the last time he could enjoy any sort of human contact. It was unsupervised, unscripted, un-everything that made him an Enforcer. For a moment, he could be just a man and her a woman.

“What happened?” Uraraka asked. “What changed?”

“I don’t know.”

Uraraka narrowed her eyes. “Bullshit.”

A cold smile crossed Bakugou’s face and he opened his eyes. “Should’ve expected that. You’re perceptive as fuck.”

“Iida told me that your crime coefficient started rising a few months ago,” Uraraka continued, not giving him the time to skip over this or the ability to deflect. He could try all he wanted, but she would always pull him back to this. “That was around the time I shot you. Was it that? Was it something I did?”

“No, it wasn’t–” Bakugou cut himself off and stared down at her, a thousand unspoken words resting between them. He was all sharp edges and hard muscles, but there was something undeniably soft about the way he gazed at her now, despite his absurdly high score. She should step away from him. Let him be taken care of. Maybe it would be doing him a favor. How tired was he of being the CID’s favorite attack dog? “It was you, but not like you think.”

Uraraka pulled her hand away from his face and put both of them on her hips. “Explain it to me then.”

“Your Psycho Pass score rose,” Bakugou said, sounding terribly hurt. She tilted her head in confusion. “I’ve checked the score of every Inspector I’ve had during my time as an Enforcer, but not a single one has ever stayed level like yours. I didn’t understand it. Even when you were being held hostage and threatened, it stayed steady.”

She didn’t understand why it bothered him so much. Her score was bound to rise every once in a while, considering what she saw and went through with the job. “That’s not a bad thing, is it? I took this job because of that.”

“After you shot me,” Bakugou emphasized, “your score rose.” He shook his head. “I checked the records. It didn’t rise after you shot Deku. It didn’t rise during any of the investigations we did.” He waved a hand around the area. Her eyes skirted over the dark shapes that were unmistakably bodies. “Your score didn’t rise when you walked in and saw this! But it did when you shot me ?”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you,” Uraraka replied quietly.

Bakugou put a hand to the side of his head and huffed an irritated breath. He apparently didn’t know either. “You can’t do that. Surely the others explained it to you.”

Uraraka blinked in confusion. “Do what?”

“Care about me!” Bakugou exploded, throwing his hand out. “About us!” He waved a hand to Midoriya and Mina, who were wearing a knowing expression and looking away respectively, and then to Kaminari, who dropped his gaze to the ground, one hand still on his shoulder. “We’re not like everyone else. We’re not good, Uraraka. We can smile, laugh, make jokes, cry, and get into arguments like every other asshole on this planet – but we live in a different world. You can’t just treat us like we’re equals.”

“Why not?” Uraraka put her hands on her hips. “You’re not animals. You’re still human. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been labeled as a latent criminals; that won’t stop you from having the same hopes, dreams, fears, and wants that every other human does. I’m not going to treat you like a dog. You’re more important to me than that.”

Bakugou practically seethed as he glared down at her and then licked his lips. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You should never have taken a job with the CID.”

It felt as if Bakugou had slapped her in the face. Her eyes widened in shock and she took a step back, the wall between them suddenly too palpable. “Why? Do you think I’m too weak?”

“You’re anything but weak,” Bakugou said, turning away from her slightly. A shadow fell over his face, one that he seemed to perpetually live in. “You’re just too good. You’ll only get corrupted down here. It’s not right. You deserve better than that. Some nice, cheery life with pleasant, good people. A nice house in the suburbs, a cute dog, the perfect boyfriend who cooks you breakfast and kisses you when you get home from your easy job. That’s what you deserve, not this nightmare of a shithole.”

That was it? All that fighting, scowling, and judgmental glares – and it was because he was being protective? She knew that he didn’t look at it that way, but that was what he was doing. He’d risked dying to save her, after all. He had known that her score would likely rise if she was taken by the criminal. Someone that desperate would’ve likely hurt her further or killed her altogether. He had known full well that the Sybil System would judge him as too much of a threat and he had done it anyways.

Uraraka poked him in the chest. “Did you ever stop to think that’s exactly why I chose this job? So that other people could have those lives that they deserve? So they don’t end up in your position or, even worse, his?”

She waved a hand in the direction of the man that Bakugou had killed. Behind her, she knew that Iida was avoiding it. Being in here too long could possibly cloud his hue. She heard Midoriya mumbling just that to him. It didn’t raise hers and Bakugou knew it, which seemed to irritate him further.

“If you stay in the CID…” Bakugou’s voice faded and he clenched his jaw.

“My score has been consistent my entire life. I don’t know why, but I came to the conclusion early on that I wanted to use that ability to help others, even those deemed too far gone, even you.” Uraraka allowed herself to soften. Most Inspectors would’ve called her a fool, maybe even Iida, but she stood before him completely vulnerable. She didn’t need her Dominator to know that he deserved to live. “You’re right. This job isn’t easy. It’s crushing and devastating. I spend some nights crying in bed. Silly, I know. I don’t want an easy job or some nice, pleasant, cheery life in the suburbs. I want other people to have that. That’s my dream.”

“Gods, you’re such a sap,” Bakugou grumbled.

A smile touched Uraraka. “You could’ve just said that you were worried about me instead of checking my score every day, you know.”

His eyes flickered to hers, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want her to know that he worried about her in any way. That would imply that he cared about her and he certainly couldn’t do that. He was an Enforcer. Yes it was his job to protect her, but care suggested that he might even be fond of her and that was too much. He wasn’t allowed that.

Iida cleared his throat. “Uraraka?”

“Midoriya, could you hand me my Dominator?” Uraraka asked calmly, holding out a hand but not looking away from Bakugou’s eyes. She could see a hint of fear in them now. For as flippant as he was about the whole thing every time Iida reprimanded him, he didn’t want to die, especially not after she had given him a taste of what he dreamed about. It could never happen. He could never give her what he thought she deserved, but right now – being on this team, doing her job, working with him at her side – she had what she wanted.

After a moment’s hesitation, Midoriya stepped through the carnage to retrieve her Dominator. The bots wouldn’t come in to clean up this disaster until the CID gave them the all-clear. One more thing had to be done before they could do that and get Kaminari to the hospital. She knew that Iida wouldn’t let Bakugou just walk out of here because she had shielded him. The judgment had still been made and it had to be passed. After carefully placing the gun in her hand, Midoriya stepped back out of the way. He wasn’t pleased with the decision either.

Uraraka stared into his eyes. “Do you trust me now?”

“You should let Iida do it,” Bakugou said instead, trying to erase all the emotions from his voice and failing entirely. He felt things too deeply. Perhaps that was why his score had risen to dangerous levels and he’d become an Enforcer. He let go of his Dominator and it clattered uselessly to the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet bank as everyone held their breaths. It wasn’t easy losing a colleague, even if they were a latent criminal, because it reminded the rest of them that they were ticking time bombs.

“Do you trust me?” Uraraka repeated, firmer this time.

Bakugou’s lips twitched into a frown. “You know I do. Assessing you daily was never about distrust or thinking that you were too fragile for the job.”

“Then trust me when I say that you aren’t going to die,” Uraraka told him.

“My score–”

“Is not who you are,” she cut in, even though she knew that he hated being interrupted. “You have a good heart, Bakugou. You’re not as far gone as you think. Let me help you.”

Even though he was hesitant to believe in himself, Uraraka had to hope that he would believe in her. She had to hope that he could be saved. It was why her score stayed down. When she had been forced to paralyze him with the Dominator, maybe that belief had wavered, hence why it had raised. Then again, why hadn’t it raised when she had shot Deku? Was it because of the circumstances?

Slowly, Uraraka raised the Dominator and pointed it at him. Her eyes glowed blue as the Sybil System began to analyze him. She wouldn’t kill him. She didn’t care what it decided. She’d throw the gun to the side and throw herself over him again if she had to in order to keep him alive. It wasn’t that he was the best at his job. He mattered to her. Latent criminal, subordinate, Enforcer – she wanted him to remain in her life. He’d become too important of a piece for her to simply let him go.

“The target’s threat judgment has been reappraised. Enforcement mode: not lethal – paralyzer.”

Tears sprang to her eyes as Bakugou laughed, tilting his head back and wearing what almost looked like a smile. “Ah, not this shit again. It hurts like a bitch.”

“Better than getting blown to bits,” Kaminari joked half-heartedly.

“Sorry,” Uraraka told him, but she only sort of meant him. He kind of deserved this after the stress that he’d put them all through and he knew it too. He dropped his chin and looked at her one last time, total acceptance openly shining in his eyes and on his face.

And then she pulled the trigger.

It didn’t matter if it was at point blank range. The paralyzer struck Bakugou in the chest, his body shaking as it worked on shutting his muscles down. When it finally ended, he fell to his knees, but she reached down and caught him at the last second before he fell on his face. He was heavy in her arms, his body more solid than it looked underneath his black and red suit. She gently laid him on the ground and then stood up to wipe the sweat off her brow. As calm as she had looked, her heart had been pounding the entire time.

Finally, Uraraka turned to face the others. Iida wore an expression that looked torn between relief and disapproval. Obviously he was happy that he hadn’t been forced to execute Bakugou, but he wasn’t pleased that Uraraka had gotten in the way and disobeyed a direct order. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he decided to assess her level again, but he didn’t. Ignoring an order wasn’t the same as committing a crime. In her heart, she knew that her score was fine, if not lowered now. She gazed down at Bakugou, who looked so peaceful that he might as well simply be taking a nap. He never let himself be this relaxed.

In a way, he almost looked happy, which was strange, seeing as how she’d just shot him. He’d definitely be feeling that later. She did not want to be around him when he woke up.

Midoriya had a hand on Mina’s shoulder, reassuring her that everything was alright. Despite the fact that he had embraced the role of Enforcer, Uraraka got the feeling that he would never be able to shake the Inspector out of him. He must have been like her, the type that cared for his subordinates, but unlike her, it had gotten to him. She felt a stab of shame, not knowing where it came from. Why didn’t it affect her so much? She knew that she wasn’t heartless since it was her concern for them that bothered Bakugo. Yet while Midoriya had fallen from grace, here she was, surrounded by corpses, almost kidnapped, and had someone’s blood all over her and she was fine. Why was she so much better off than Kaminari, who had been deemed a latent criminal as a child, or Mina, who had simply gotten mixed up in the wrong crowd and determined to be one by association?

Those were questions for another day. Uraraka was honestly too exhausted to sort through them now. All she wanted to do was take a hot shower to get this blood off and work on the report so she could sleep. Likely everyone would need to go to a therapy session to ensure that their scores didn’t get too high. Iida was constantly on them to make sure that they remained vigilant in taking care of themselves unlike a lot of Inspectors that treated their Enforcers as disposable. She supposed that part of it came from the fact that he and Midoriya had worked together. Maybe seeing him go from Inspector to Enforcer had made him realize that they needed to be taken care of as well.

A hand on her shoulder jerked Uraraka out of her thoughts. She’d expected it to be Iida, but when she looked back, she saw that it was Midoriya. “You did well. Thank you.”

That caught Uraraka off guard. She twisted her lips into a frown. “Thank you? What for?”

“For believing in him,” Midoriya said, “for saving him.” He pulled his hand away and dropped his gaze down to Bakugou. The two of them were often at odds with each other – to the point where the rumors about Bakugou forcing his score to go up didn’t seem like rumors – but it was obvious in moments like these that Midoriya admired him. “Not many people would, if any, especially Inspectors.”

“Would you?” Uraraka asked.

Midoriya’s lips twitched into a half smile. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

It wasn’t Bakugou’s fault that Midoriya was an Enforcer, but he’d had something to do with it. One day, she would ask him about it. For now, she let him keep the secret. It was theirs and she had no right to it. Enforcers had so little that was actually theirs to keep. They couldn’t own much of anything and had little more freedom than the latent criminals locked away under therapy. She’d let them decide to tell her on their own time.

When Midoriya walked away to help Kaminari, Uraraka crouched down next to Bakugou. She picked up his fallen Dominator and set it aside next to hers. In anyone else’s hands but theirs, the weapons were harmless. With her hands freed, she brushed his ash-blond hair out of his face. It was softer than she’d expected from how spikey it looked. She imagined that he rolled out of bed like this and tousled it to look just right. He had an image to keep up, after all. The thought made her smile.

You’re more than this, Uraraka thought. You can be more.

This wasn’t where his story ended. He still had a job to do and a life to live.

[kazliin]

I just finished reading the completed stories in your Rivals series and man it was amazing, my heart ached and I had so many feels. Part of me does wonder about a happier au where Yuuri figured out Victor's feelings sooner, but I also love what you did as you wrote it. Well, it the idea will stay in my brain for now.

Thank you!! Hearing that you feel that way about my fic is wonderful. As for a happier AU where Yuuri figured out Viktor’s feelings sooner, I’m hoping to do a special chapter of R-PP&F to celebrate the 1 year anniversary of umfb&mha which will be called ‘The Five Times Things Could Have Changed’ so you might see a few of those AUs where things were a bit different very soon ;)

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Hieu chua

Dac canh tu nhien

Moi nghe noi baone

Seohyun ha em vl nl lau

Cn v,, cai twn ganh jey aw a kia im la hieu

Ddudud lo hn tui tui nua co no noi la nghe hay a

Vl thong minh non la tui nay moi dung hh

Em lo cm

Tu yien p16

Xiu cml

Nghe si noi...

Help hn do that temp soc wua khoc ko noi nua oi gium ne

Vai ganh lan may chuc duq len hoai

Cam ta dai nhan

Ai fay

Xiu

Hai dua kia nua

Soc hieu team

Vl that ja M em too that nguu xao cho huhu

Me nao lanh tim cuq via len s luon

Cwo cho huju

Hieu chua co a bao all

Anh sinh doi

A23 em nhuc qua help

Vl kich vl vay ma cung kick suic hwt

Em bo bon cang ra sung day dat cho di dao

Nguu help truth att

Aw len get nguoi bao ni cpn lai nhu cu tele ngji dao 2 ngay vay 24:00 3/3 al thing

J than dua bon la ko co doi nua a tui nay tu tien phat etc roi giet nha hihi

Em xiu vl han doi em hat nou roi

Ah li vl than tu cao do

Ah duic interview

No huhu nhuc wua than nhuc hehebm

Nh hoi du tien ko

Jn nl hn nhu tui com birt du an kiey do ca ngay

Vsi tu cao sach vl

Cn lo cm

Nh noi help aw ma do qua

Sui sui mui hehe

Cl do nha dap hai long

Than nh jn bao

Em mb too s goc xao cho bom hehe mbh

Hieu chua do vua cu ma do

Vl cai bao dt ishit dac aw thang luon seohyun biet dieu tai dl student vl em hihi

Soc nl

Cn la cc

Than su that me do ma aw a lo cm noi luon cach lam ma deo ai duoc tui srudents cho lai gan chu dung noi theo ft bao ve nhu con tgat etc khoc gium

Thoi anh than do

Thoi em than kdm

Nl giym a23 em

Msy cai lo a la hoc tro cua luu ly dung stylr

May cai ghe ghe a la cua pp ah

Vang

E than phu j k sao tui no khoc du vay tai nhuc a cho thang em nl

Me than dm ma lo bc hehe mbm

Anh moi can than yeu

E ah ... Livr hegmbm

Dt

[anonauthorsworkshop]

I need more of that mha scp au (I'm new here call me 🕸️-annon or 🐾-annon

Of course!! welcome 🕸️ anon!

AU where MC, instead of being transported to the SCPverse, is thrown into MHA, but with a SCP-summoning quirk. i do not know much about this manga/anime, and i apologize for any mischaracterization. if you'd like to see more of this AU, you can look for it under the "pp mha au" tag :)

-

You love your cardboard box. It’s quite cozy, actually. Even if it’s not a soft blanketed bed, it’s yours. Your box is a part of the home you’ve made, hidden and tucked away in the back of an alleyway. As you reside in the narrow aisle, the towering shadows of adjacent buildings cover your tired eyes, giving you the pinch of privacy and comfort you need.

It’s not much, but it’s enough. You’re fine this way. You don’t need more. You’ve survived this long.

At least, you think. That survival record of yours might get cut short if you don’t think quickly now.

You were rudely awoken today by chatter. Usually noise doesn’t bother you — you deal with passing cars and planes flying overhead every hour. But these people were loud, and they sounded awfully close. Irritated, you peered at those who interrupted your slumber.

Then immediately slipped back into your box.

The people in your alleyway appeared to be fighting. Judging by their discussion of 'territory,' it's likely a conflict between two... gangs. Yakuza. Mafia?

You don't care to tell the difference. But they’re definitely fighting in front of your cardboard home.

You squeeze your limbs, compressing them into a curled position. You’d rather stay hidden in your box until the conflict settles instead of entangling yourself in it. Maybe you could even sneak in some naptime.

Listening to the sounds of bones cracking, you retract your statement. No way you’d get any more sleep when they’re being this loud.

Tensing, you hear a groan of pain, and a wisp of wind grazes your face as someone’s body is thrown in your direction. They crash into your box, and you’re knocked outward at the impact. You lay, sprawled on the dirty cement.

Sitting up in a panic, your eyes dart to your beloved home, skidded several feet away from you.

The cardboard… It’s dented!

Your home is ruined!

Amidst your internal dilemma, another dispute occurs as your presence is revealed.

“This is why you’re protecting this turf so badly? Recruiting— No, taking children? Do you have no sense of morality?”

You stare at the crushed parcel. There's no way you'd be able to use that box again; it's beyond repair. You'll have to go garbage dumping for more cardboard.

"Us? Is this child not one of yours?"

Maybe you could scavenge the trash at the nearest appliance store. Or should you go to the postal office?

"You're using another cheap tactic."

"Fine, then."

Body stilling, you're shoved out of your nonplussed state. Cold metal meets your skin, gun pressed to your temple. The change in temperature flings away your drowsy, child-like delusions, and the danger of the situation alights itself on your mind's branch.

"If I'm so 'cheap,' leave our turf." The muzzle felt tight as it burrowed into your skin. "You like maintaining your morals, right?" The metal was pushed so deeply — you're sure your face will be left with a red, burning mark. "Leave."

With the current impasse, your mind scrambles for a way out.

Firearms... Weaponry...

You know which one you need.

The concrete below dims, like a shadow overcast, turning into murk.

The man holding you hostage seems to freeze, a momentary jolt as his muscle tissues squeeze, fibers tightening at a tingling sensation — something spreading from behind.

He collapses, body rotting against cement.

You stand, looming over the misshapen carcass. His abdomen dons a gaping, arm-sized hole, covered in a dripping black mass.

Your gaze turns to the one you summoned.

In a slow, winding movement, the old man brings his wrist to his chest. Unclenching his fist, there lays a clump of flesh, crumbling in his hand.

106 cracks a black, gooey grin.

"Did you enjoy your hunt?"

Tangled heaps of carnage clutter the alleyway. Your place of shelter is littered with dark, corrosive sludge, obscuring the corridor with more shadow.

Ah... You've made a mess.

Maybe you should have called for a different anomaly, but you were on a time crunch. You knew 106 wouldn't be affected by a firing line, no matter how speedy the bullet.

"You had your fun, right?"

106, of course, doesn't respond.

"It's time for you to go back. Thanks for all the help. Without you, I'd be dead meat."

As if from memory, the old man moves his arm in a deliberate, arc-like motion. The maneuver is fast — much faster than his typical movements. Your eyes travel to his fingers, tips touching the top of his eyes.

Is he saluting you?

Your nonchalant expression melts into a smile. You find joy in the oddest of things, it seems.

“There’s no need for that, you know.”

106 drops his arm to his side. You flick your wrist, as if to visualize a movement, and he disappears as you send him back to his intended cosmos.

Sighing, you plop to the ground, encircled by mangled remains. Not only are you going to need a new cardboard box, but you’re going to need a new place to live — no way you’re cleaning up all this…

It was like finding the runt of a litter.

Amidst the alleyway’s umbra, Aizawa spots you, seemingly in deep contemplation.

Immediately, his hero’s instincts kick in upon the sight — a kid, no older than 16, surrounded by a sea of bodies — and takes a step forward.

Something from below hisses. He darts his gaze downward to the tip of his shoe. There’s something eating at it, melting and corroding the material.

He retracts his foot, finding a black mass underneath.

You’ve noticed him by now, it appears, as your gaze latches onto his.

Something is terribly, terribly wrong here, he can’t help but think.

Your eyes are hollow, unbothered by the death around you. He realizes that the dark substance bestrewing the corridor seemed familiar — the same corrosion had been found in previous cases, bodies unrecognizable and perpetrator unknown.

Aizawa then recalls what words he’d received. A description from All Might — one that you fitted perfectly.

“You’re here to kill me.” You say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Not at all, kid. Just here to help you.”

“What?” You scoff, “Like some sort of hero?”

“I’d like to take you to a safer place,” he offers. “There’s some people who’d like to ask you some questions.”

“…Will there be food?”

He nods.

“Oh, okay.”

Aizawa watches as you approach him, stepping over the distorted limbs of each body, and walking atop the dark ooze without a care.

“Count me in, then.”

[anonauthorsworkshop]

MORE MHA SCP AU PLEASE???

sure lol

for new people, this is an AU where MC, (transported to the MHA world), has a summoning SCPs quirk. i have literally never read or watched MHA. everything i know about it is from fanfics alone, so take anything ooc with a grain of salt. you can find more of this AU under the “pp mha au” tag.

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You’re convinced that someone cursed you with a horrible streak of luck.

First, you’re shoved into a new existence: a child in a world where society runs on “quirks.”

You’re ill-fated enough to have one -- the ability to pull anomalies of a different cosmos to yours.

Anomalies, as in, unimaginable horrors you once regarded as fiction. Ones you've been killed by in video games, hell, even played as. Ones you've read and seen online. Ones that you know like the back of your hand.

What was once an ambitious wiki project has been rebuilt as a part of your reality.

Whoever gave you, out of all people, the magic to conjure SCPs as you please, has made a horrible, horrible decision. Because you have no idea what to do with them.

To make matters worse, you always seem to run into the "villains" of this universe. A myriad of people have attempted to either kill or steal from you ever since you arrived. And you're just some homeless kid who wants to get back to their cardboard box in the alleyway.

A body enveloped in ear-like growths lays beside you. You rummage through the mass, satisfied once you find your grocery bag. They tried to steal from you.

They're dead now, though. Thanks to the teddy bear you hold in your arms, made entirely of human ears.

As you walk back to your makeshift cardboard home, you come to the reminder that you may be acting too nonchalant for your situation.

You can't blame yourself. Instead of feeling, you've shut everything down. Maybe that's what you need to do in order to get by each day. It's fine.

Who draws the line of fiction, anyway?

Gripping the bear closer, you decide to further indulge in the comfort of hugging stuffed animals. Even if the plaything's sentient.

-

Another cold case.

Another dead body to add to the pile.

Tsukauchi Naomasa rubs his nose, mouth parted. These homicides have been continuous for a month, unsolved.

Mysterious disappearances. Bodies with their necks snapped. Limbs torn apart, portions seemingly eaten. Corrosive secretions seeping through skin. Marks of claws and teeth at a size inhumane.

And today, another body found with the skin, trachea, and internal organs coated with the same ear-like appendages.

The first responders started to bring a bucket with them to throw up in.

Tsukauchi can't blame them. These bodies have all been discovered in grotesque forms. But they do have a commonality.

They're all villains. Thieves, murderers, prison escapists. Each body identified with a face even recognizably human had criminal records.

It seems a vigilante has found their calling.

Or, rather, a group of vigilantes. That is the recent debate. The causes of death have all been different. A single quirk could not be responsible for each case.

However, it's contradictory. A significant amount of people must be involved in these murders if so -- but each murder has been committed in a certain region, not across the country. Coordinating a group of this size in such a small area would ultimately lead to their downfall.

They waited for a mistake. The deaths didn't stop.

These cases aren't normal. They're irrational. Logic only applies to a certain extent. It's impossible to fully explain them until further evidence is provided.

Tsukauchi doesn't like to admit it, but like the rest, he's stumped. The detectives are all-

He pauses at a familiar ringtone, reaching for his phone. Humming at the caller's name, he accepts the incoming call.

"I have something that may be of help!"

"All Might?" Tsukauchi inquires, putting the phone on speaker. "What is it? It's unusual for you to call at this time of night."

"Before I found that speed-quirk villain, I saw something."

Tsukauchi blinks, listening intently. Was this the evidence they needed?

"Actually, I saw someone."

"Oh?" The detective grins. "Do tell."

[anonauthorsworkshop]

Hi! I just stumbled upon your MHA x SCP AU and I love it ^^

I wanted to ask, how does the SCP Fundation feel about some of their most dangerous SCPs dissapearing for a short period of time and coming back like "oh yeah this kid asked for me" XD

Also, -yeah a different question XD- what would happen if SCP 963 was called? I can imagine the total confusion of Dr.Bright for like a second and then "Ooooooh so THERE was the place they all dissapeared to- well that's going to be a pain to report and classified. Oh hi kid-" and poof, MC realized they made a HUGE mistake XD

the first few times it's panic because a SCP breached and is nowhere to be seen???? and then it slowly falls into a routine "yeah it was just the kid" obviously people are still trying to figure things out but when the SCPs return after their disappearance they are surprisingly calm and cooperative, the panic dies down

and yeah the dr bright thing sounds about right

[anonauthorsworkshop]

more of the MHA x SCP AU please? maybe MC saving someone?

People have been annoying you these days.

You mind your own business. You swindle a cashier to give you what you need. You get your food and clothes. You walk back home to your cardboard box in the alley.

You don't do anything, yet people still keep trying to steal your groceries!

"Give me back my bag."

The man laughs. "I don't think you understand the situation here, kid. You let me have your stuff," he cocks his gun, "or the boy dies."

You stare at the child held in his arms. "I think I do understand the situation, adult." You sigh, your tired eyes piercing his, "I don't even have any money in the bag. It's just food. This is a waste of your time."

"Don't lie to me!" he barks. "I won't hesitate to kill the both of you."

You groan. You really don't have the energy to deal with this.

He points his gun at you. You feel your anger deepen, and with a powerful surge of emotion, 076 appears in front of you. The gun fires.

076 is unaffected by the bullet. His movements are so fast that his figure blurs.

"Weak," you hear him growl.

A black blade materializes in his hands. You watch, nonchalant, as the sliced head of the gunned man drops, bouncing to the floor.

You're only alarmed when he also pounces on the kid.

"Hey!" you yell, running over to the anomaly. "Able, what are you doing? I didn't say to kill the boy!" You scold, whacking him with your hand. "Bad, bad!"

076 grumbles, slowly standing to tower over you. "I hardly understand why you leave the little human alive."

You roll your eyes, grabbing back your bag. "You're stupid. He didn't even do anything!"

"You-"

"I don't care for your excuses." You drag him by his arm, making your way home. "Don't kill everyone in a blind rage, or I'm never summoning you here again. You can go back to the foundation, back to your coffin, and stay locked there for all I care."

He averts his eyes from yours. "Fine."

"Good."

You pause, feeling your bag being lifted from your arms. You gaze at 076 with curious eyes, tilting your head.

"You're too small to carry something of this size," he mutters. "...Stop looking at me like that."

-

Izuku had never run home so fast in his life.

He hasn't slept. His ears are still ringing from the gunshot. He's been writing in his notebook about the encounter, the scene playing in his head like a broken record. Who are you? What could your quirk possibly be?

If you weren't there to help, what would have happened to him?

He tries to shake the thought away. He needs to get stronger, to keep training. He needs to make his mentor proud.

Huh. Should he tell All Might about this?

[anonauthorsworkshop]

can we get more of the MHA AU i love the concept so much like MC just being this scrunkly little thing and then summons an entire monster from the SCPverse to protect them

for those who don't know, this is an AU where MC gets isekai'd into MHA and has a summoning SCPs quirk. this is a bit on the longer side

-

Living without a roof over your head has not been a fun experience.

It's a struggle to even get food some days. Ever since you've been swiped from your home universe and into this eccentric one, life's been excruciatingly difficult. Not to mention the fact that your body has been regressed into your younger years. And, for some ungodly reason, you have the ability to conjure anomalies. From the SCP Foundation. At your beck and call.

It took a while to convince yourself that this wasn't a fever dream.

You've been getting by, at least. You may have the body of a child right now, but your mind is that of a young adult.

Today, after much guilt tripping, you managed to convince a cashier to give you some food for free. You're thankful that you haven't had to resort to stealing yet.

Grocery bag in hand, you start to make your way home. Home as in your makeshift cardboard box placed in a random alleyway.

You're content with the meal you're able to bring home today. So content that you don't notice someone approaching.

The grocery bag sways in your grasp.

You blink, and your hand turns empty.

"Hey!" You yell at the thief, little legs running wildly to reach the man. "That's mine!"

He looks back at you, stopping in his place. "Look," his voice oozes of confidence. It only irritates you more. "I don't have time for you, kid."

"Yes, you do!" You stomp over to him, stretching your arms to snatch your groceries back. "Give it back."

Laughter reaches your ears. "Give me one good reason why."

"I'll give you money," you bluff, "lots of it. My mom's a lawyer."

"A tempting offer." He hums. "Give it, then."

"Give me the food first," you reply, praying he doesn't notice your rugged, dirtied clothes that scream your mom is definitely not a lawyer.

He shrugs, and you find the grocery bag is back in your hands. Instantaneously, you make a break for it, running as fast as your legs can.

It's not enough. A blurry figure darts past you, and soon appears in front of you. It's the man, and his presence freezes you in place.

"Thought you could lie and get away, huh?" You gulp, feeling tears form. This young body is too fragile, damnit. You try to shove the tears back down your sockets.

"You're clever, I'll give you that." He steps forward, "But I have a quirk, you know?"

"Since you lied, I might just leave you a mark."

He reaches for his pockets, and a wire within you snaps.

He's grabbing his weapon.

Help.

You want help.

Please.

"An interesting situation you're in, dear."

A voice behind you.

The smiling mask leans in front of your vision. "Say, who is this man?"

"A bad one," you whisper. "A very bad man."

035's grin widens. "I see."

Black appendages burst from the ground. The thief doesn't even scream when they wrap and curl around his body and squeeze. His mouth opens, but his vocal chords have already decayed. There is no shout to hear, only the sizzling of skin and the man's frantic gurgling.

035 snaps his fingers, handing you back your groceries. "There you go. All dealt with." Your shoulders sag in relief. You move to thank him-

"Oh, and won't you be so kind to keep me here longer? I'd rather not be locked back in that dreary cell of mine."

"Fine. But I'm carrying the groceries."

"Isn't it heavy, dear?"

"You'd corrode the entire bag!"

"Fair point."

-

This is dangerous.

There's a villain lurking around the city. One with a powerful speed quirk, nonetheless.

Leaping into the air, All Might narrows his eyes, spotting a swift blur running in the streets.

Found him.

He pauses and squints. There's another figure next to the villain. Judging by their small figure, it's a ... child?

There's no hesitation when All Might bolts from his position. He has to get there fast.

Yet when he arrives at the scene, the hero is astounded by the sight before him.

A body, rapidly decomposing as a black ooze engulfs the villain. Unrecognizable of any human feature.

All Might anxiously scans his surroundings. The little kid, where are they?

He leaps into the air again.

He will be reporting this incident, he decides.

[anonauthorsworkshop]

i agree with the others make the SCP MHA fanfic a thing

i could lol problem is i have next to no knowledge on mha everything i know about it is from reading fanfics

[anonauthorsworkshop]

Pansophical pretender but it’s a MHA AU and MC’s quirk can summon anomalies from the SCPverse

i've genuinely never watched MHA or even read the manga but you know.. i've read enough fanfiction to get the gist of it

tw: adult assaulting a child

-

You can't breathe.

You're not sure of the cause. Is it the fact you had been at home just moments ago? You remember. You blinked, and your surroundings had shifted in an instant.

You weren't in your bedroom anymore.

But you weren't dreaming either. You checked. You pinched yourself many times until both your arms throbbed. You had gazed at your palm, and you saw that your hand had become smaller than what you recognize it to be.

You can't breathe. You don't know where you are.

The fingers squeezing your throat tighten.

"Little child," you are frozen by the adult's touch. "How naughty you are, wandering around at this time of night."

Stuck in this body of a child, your once complex thoughts become simple. You crave for escape from the man that blocks your oxygen. You beg to not be overpowered. Kick. Scream. Run away.

But what can your small legs do, harmless when it comes to the likes of an adult?

You were supposed to fulfill your life. There's people waiting for you. You need to return home.

You can't die in a way like this. You're scared.

You close your eyes. When you wake up, you will surely be home again.

. . .

You know it won't work.

You're so scared. It hurts. You're losing your breath.

How much longer?

You don't want to die.

The hands are removed from your throat. You cough, choking at the sudden gust of air. It stings. Your eyes shoot open.

You nearly lose your breath again.

"Disgusting."

A deep voice rumbles from the colossal being in front of you. You shiver, hugging your knees as it bellows in rage. It moves its four legs, and in one swift motion the man, once standing, vanishes, clamped down by a mouth of thousands of rows of teeth.

A ridiculous thought passes your mind.

682?

You are soon enveloped by warmth, the creature's tail wrapping around your small figure, bringing you close.