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⌜Know No Evil | Chapter 22 Chapter 22 | race for glory⌟

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Present Mic's voice boomed across the stadium, his energetic commentary filling the air. "[And we're off to a racing start! How 'bout some color commentary, while we give folks the play-by-play, Mummy Man?]" he shouted, his enthusiasm palpable even from where you stood.

You glanced towards the commentator's booth, spotting Aizawa draped head to toe in bandages from the injuries he sustained during the USJ villain attack days ago. His presence here, despite his condition, is a testament to his dedication.

"[First, please don't call me that. Second, again, how did you manage to talk me into this?]" Aizawa responded, his tone flat and uninterested, clearly not sharing Present Mic's enthusiasm.

"[It's called: Keeping your job! So, Eraserhead, what should we be paying attention to in the early stages of the race? The lead? The stragglers?]" Present Mic pressed on, eager to get the audience engaged.

"[The doorway.]"

"[Whoa! Look at that! Ha! Good eye. Seems that Todoroki from Class 1-A takes the lead by using his ice-Quirk to trap the competition! Smart move, but brutal!]"

The noise of the stadium and Present Mic's booming voice fades into the background as you focus on the race. A few students began catching up to you—Aoyama, Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, and Bakugo.

Bakugo doesn't spare you a glance, his eyes narrowing and nose flaring as he shouts, "I won't let you get away that easily, you Icy-Hot, bastard! You froze me in place once before, it won't happen again." Using his quirk, he propels himself forward with explosive speed, flying towards Todoroki with a fierce determination.

Behind you was Mineta, using his purple balls and bouncing off the remaining ice. "Ha! I outwitted you all! How pathetic!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, two balls in each hand, bouncing towards you all to take the lead. "So long, suckers—!"

WHAM!

Before he could overrun you all, a giant robotic arm smashed into him, throwing him in another direction.

Suddenly, large, towering mechanical giants with glowing red eyes and metallic limbs trample towards you all in several directions. "Targets acquired…Terminate them."

Present Mic's voice boomed across the stadium, filled with excitement. "[Ooh! Enemies have shown up out of nowhere! I bet we're in for a treat here! A test of strength and cunning! It's the first obstacle of the race—a 'Robo Inferno'!]"

These were the same faux-robot villains from the U.A. Entrance Exam.

A general studies student nearby exclaimed, "Seriously?"

A support course student added, "This is what they meant by 'obstacles'? So this is what the other students faced in their entrance exams. Where does the school even get the funding for these things?"

The robots stood in a blockade; their movements are slow but powerful.

Todoroki looked over his shoulder at the approaching participants before muttering to himself, "The school obviously went through a lot of trouble, but I wish they'd prepared something a little more difficult. Especially since my old man's watching." With a sigh, he swiftly used his Quirk, freezing the robots in precarious positions.

Seeing this, you cursed under your breath, crouching low as you ran before smoothly and safely sliding through an open space between a few of the frozen robots; while other students cheered in happiness.

"Hey, he stopped the robots!" "Look! Between their legs! We can get through!"

"Hell yeah, this is gonna be a breeze!"

Todoroki, with a cold and blank look in his eyes, said ominously, "Careful, now. I froze them while they were off their balance…On purpose." Just as he finished this ominous line, the frozen robots began to topple like dominos, falling onto any unfortunate student left in their path.

Present Mic's voice rang out, "[Oh~ stone cold! That's Todoroki from 1-A's own Hero Course, keeping his lead with a devastating display! Amazing! He's one we should watch. It almost seems unfair! Thoughts?]"

Aizawa, his voice calm and measured, responded, "[His attack was both offensive and defensive. Something to always be sure to efficiently display.]"

Present Mic continued, "[I'll say! No wonder he was let in on recommendations! He'd never even fought those Robo Infernos before, but they didn't stand a chance against his chart-topping moves!]"

As you continued to push through the chaos, you heard a shout from a nearby student, "Hey! There's someone trapped under that robot!"

Another voice replied, "Do you think we should try and help 'em? Are people seriously gonna die here?"

Gasps erupted from the audience as Kirishima popped up from beneath the metal robot, his body hardened like a rock. "I'm alive!" he declared, a grin on his face.

Present Mic's commentary followed, "[Kirishima from Class 1-A! What a hardcore debut for this rookie!]"

Kirishima glanced around, his expression serious. "Todoroki, I can't believe you pulled something like that. Jeez. Anyone but me woulda been killed!"

"[Kirishima Eijiro. His Quirk: Hardening! This power makes his entire body hard as a rock! That means he can be the ultimate shield, or a devastating weapon!]"

Tetsutetsu burst up from beneath the metal debris as well, looking just as determined. "Class 1-A really is full a' jerks! I'll smash that ice guy when I get my hands on him," he growled.

"[Tetsutetsu from Class 1-B was also stuck underneath! What are the odds?]"

 "Ya' know, anyone other than me woulda been killed!" Tetsutetsu added with a scowl.

Present Mic's voice continued his lively narration, "[Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu! His Quirk: Steel! This makes his entire body hard as steel! So he can be the ultimate shield, or a devastating weapon!]"

Kirishima and Tetsutetsu locked eyes, realizing the similarity in their quirks. "Our Quirks are basically the same! How am I supposed to stand out now?" Kirishima shouted, pointing to his silver counterpart.

Tetsutetsu retorted, "You damn copycat!"

Present Mic chimed in, "[Man, how lucky are they? They don't have to worry about being crushed!]"

Kirishima, always the friendly one, suggested with a feral smile, "We're racing each other, but we can team up for now."

Tetsutetsu nodded in agreement. "Alright! Let's carve a path."

Gasps and murmurs spread among the student competitors. "We can do that?" one whispered to another, surprised by the unexpected alliance forming before their eyes.

The teamwork between Kirishima and Tetsutetsu created a ripple effect, inspiring others to strategize and cooperate.

Bakugo, scoffed, ignoring it all, muttering to himself, "No way am I letting Todoroki beat me." His determination was palpable as he used his Quirk to propel himself forward, explosions crackling around him. The blasts propelled him over the obstacles with ease, his focus laser-sharp on Todoroki ahead.

Present Mic's voice boomed across the stadium, filled with excitement. "[Class 1-A's Bakugo is rocketing over the obstacles! Clever!]"

Sero, not far behind, called out, "You seem like you'd be the type to plow straight through, but you can go around when you need to, huh? I'm going to hitch a ride! See ya!" He laughed as he used his Quirk to attach to Tokoyami, who was using his own Quirk to fly by. The tape from Sero's elbows shot out, latching onto Dark Shadow, allowing him to swing through the air with ease.

Present Mic provided the play-by-play, "[Sero Hanta. His Quirk: Tape! He can shoot tape-like material from his elbows, stick it to objects or wrap things up. You should see the traps he makes when he rips it off!]"

Tokoyami instructed Dark Shadow, "Let's land!" as he maneuvered through the air.

"Aye, aye!" The shadowy creature responded enthusiastically before shifting shape, helping Tokoyami to land smoothly on a piece of debris.

"[Tokoyami Fumikage. His Quirk: Dark Shadow! He's got a shadow-like monster inside him that can materialize and morph into any creation he wants.]"

As the competition heated up, Present Mic remarked, "[Looks like all the pack leaders are from Class 1-A. At least for now.]"

You were running at a steady pace, jumping over debris and parkouring until you gained a good bird’s eye view of the surrounding chaos. 

"[It’s not that Class 1-B and the other students are doing poorly,]" Aizawa commented, observing the race. "[It’s just… Class 1-A’s learned not to hesitate.]"

Students from all courses were trying their best to make it through this obstacle. Seeing a large robot attacking a sand-quirk user a few feet away, you raced over, landing on its shoulder. Using Control, you took control of the larger robot, manipulating its movements with precision and using it to carve a path for yourself through the obstacle.

"[They’ve seen what the real world is like. They’ve felt the fear of facing villains,]" Aizawa continued. "[Yet they fight on, trying to overcome that fear. They’ve grown. All of them. And they know that they have to act quickly if they want to stay alive.]"

You snorted, dodging a scrap piece of flying metal as the robot lumbered on. Such praises being sung about 1-A, yet you guarantee the world would crumble if it knew that you had the leader of the League of Villains at the mercy of your hands.

If anything, this entire festival should be scrapped and turned into a ceremony dedicated to you single-handedly deciding to keep the peace for now.

 Lost in your thoughts, you found yourself destroying a great deal more robots than you intended. The mechanical giants crumbled under your control, clearing a wide path and inadvertently aiding several other students who scrambled to follow in your wake.

"[Hold up, Eraser! We might have judged too quickly because it looks like Akuma from Class 1-B is coming to show the rest how it’s done!]"

You snap out of your thoughts, looking up, only to find your face plastered across the Jumbotron, another screen to the left replaying your previous maneuver.

The footage showed you commanding a large robot to tear through a swath of its comrades, the mechanical giant ripping through others with a fierce efficiency. The robots crumbled under the force of your control, creating a dramatic display of power and precision.

"[Akuma ____. Her Quirk: Marionette! This allows her the ability to control the movement of anything—both animate and inanimate—with shadow-like strings, like a puppeteer!]"

Internally, you cursed yourself as the info about your ‘Quirk’ was revealed, giving you more screen time. You were supposed to stay under the radar.

Using your power, you crashed the robot you were riding into another one, the impact causing a chain reaction of destruction. You jumped off at the last moment, parkouring off the neighboring falling debris and landing into a rolling crouch, the movement smooth and controlled.

["And the landing Mwah! Straight out of retro Marvel films! Hey! Eraser, didn’t she save your life at the USJ incident?] Present Mic continued, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"[Yes, Akuma-san played a vital role in my recovery. Now, can we please move on to other contestants?]" Aizawa replied, his tone annoyed.

"[Right, right, my fault. Anyways, for those of you who thought the first obstacle was easy, let’s see how ya feel about the second one.]"

Ahead of you loomed a large canyon, its depths obscured by shadows. Long tightropes stretched between large stone pillars, forming a precarious path to the other side.

["If they slip and fall, they’re out! If they wanna pass this test, they’ll have to get creative. It’s 'The Fall'!]"

You stood on the edge, looking down into the abyss. It was dark, the depth seemingly endless. A small current of air burst from below, making the challenge even more difficult. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw other students standing near the edge, contemplating their next move.

Asui, with her usual calm, assessed the situation. "Ribbit! Ribbit. This is my moment. Easy peasy," she said, her voice steady and confident before flicking her tongue out and flinging herself from wire to wire like a jungle gym.

Nearby, Hatsume chuckled, her excitement barely contained. "Yes. Finally. This is my chance to show off what I can do. My support items are gonna steal the spotlight from these wannabe heroes. Everyone! Observe what my brilliant gadgets can do! Wire arrows and hover soles!" She launched into action, her gadgets activating with a series of mechanical clicks and whirs.

Ashido, caught off guard, shouted after her, "You're from Support! Hey! How come you got to bring all that stuff?"

Hatsume responded without breaking stride, "Students in the hero course get all kinds of combat training for their Quirks. In order to keep things fair and give us a fighting chance, we're allowed to bring whatever gadgets and costumes we want into the games, so long as we developed them ourselves. So, sit back and enjoy the show."

She continued, her voice filled with pride and determination, "For those of us in the support course, this is the perfect obstacle to show off our ingenious ideas and creations to any companies out there who might wanna recruit us!" Hatsume’s laugh echoed across the canyon. "I hope employers are watching! My super-cute little babies are sure to make a splash." She cackled with delight as her gadgets carried her effortlessly across the obstacle.

Ashido, grumbling to herself, muttered, "Talk about annoying."

Present Mic's voice cut through the noise, adding his enthusiastic commentary. "[In the world of heroes, it can be hard to get popular without a flashy Quirk. Right, Eraser Head?]"

"[I don't know what you're talking about, idiot.]"

Present Mic continued, "[Ha, ha, ha. Good one, buddy. Anywho, looks like Todoroki is still skating by easily!]" Todoroki, looking determined, gracefully skated across a frozen wire, his focus unwavering.

Nearby, random audience members voiced their thoughts:

"The dude in first place is so far ahead."

"His Quirk is really powerful, but it's his natural athletic talent and keen judgment keeping him in first place."

"I'm not surprised. Don't you know who his father is? The Flame Hero, Endeavor!"

"Wait, for real? That guy's second only to All Might himself."

"Everyone'll be fighting to have him as a sidekick for sure."

"[The leader's putting distance between him and the students stuck at 'The Fall!' It hasn't been announced how many competitors will make it through to the next round, so there's no time to relax,]" Present Mic announced as many began throwing themselves onto the obstacle at hand, immediately failing.

Taking a focusing breath, you leapt onto the first tightrope without hesitation, your movements precise and balanced. You cartwheeled, swung, and flipped across the ropes with a gymnast’s grace, each move calculated to maintain your momentum and avoid the gusts of air that threatened to knock you off balance.

Each flip felt like a breath of fresh air—of dangerous thrills as everything spun into a blur.

Present Mic’s commentary followed your every move. "[Once again, Akuma from Class 1-B wows the stands as she makes this look as easy as breathing. Watch as she moves like a professional gymnast out there! Such agility and control! Absolutely stunning!]"

Aizawa watched with a critical eye. "[She’s not just moving forward. She’s analyzing each step, anticipating the challenges. It’s a smart approach.]"

You reached the midway point of the obstacle, where the ropes became thinner and the gusts stronger. Focusing on your breathing and maintaining your center of gravity, you continued forward.

The other students around you were struggling, some slipping and barely catching themselves, while others fell into the abyss below, their screams echoing in the darkness.

You glanced back momentarily, assessing the positions of your classmates and competitors. With a determined look, you pushed forward, swinging from one rope to another with a fluidity that seemed almost effortless.

Reaching the end of the tightrope challenge, you landed gracefully on the final stone pillar. The crowd erupted into cheers at your performance, impressed by your display of skill and composure.

Present Mic’s voice boomed again. "[And she makes it! Akuma from Class 1-B has conquered 'The Fall'! What an impressive performance!]"

You didn’t have time to bask in the applause. The next and final obstacle awaited: the minefield.

"[And now, we're finally approaching the last obstacle. Everyone had better tread carefully. You're stepping onto a minefield! If you look carefully, you can see where those little bombs are buried, so keep your eyes on the ground, folks. By the way, those land mines were designed for the games, so they might be loud and flashy, but they're not all that powerful. Just enough to make you wet your pants!]"

"[Get ahold of yourself, Present Mic.]"

Faint explosions began to echo around the course, and some students screamed as they triggered the mines. You saw Todoroki near the edge of the minefield, observing an unfortunate competitor get thrown back several feet in the opposite direction. "Very clever. Those in the lead are actually at a disadvantage here. Guess it makes for good entertainment," he remarked, his tone as cold as his ice.

Bakugo, using his Quirk to shoot over the minefield, shouted back at Todoroki, "Bastard! Your declaration of war was to the wrong person!" His eyes burned with fierce determination as he propelled himself forward, explosions blasting from his palms.

Present Mic’s voice rang out, "[Just like that, a new student takes the lead! The media here is going crazy! There's nothing they love more than an upset!]"

Seeing Bakugo's rapid advance, Todoroki immediately followed, using his ice Quirk to create a slick path over the mines, freezing the ground beneath him with precision. His face remained stoic as he glided smoothly, determined to reclaim the lead.

"[Hey, hey, hey! The rest of the competitors are catching up, too! And what's this? Can our two leaders fight each other and stay in front of the competition?]"

You quickly analyzed the situation, taking in the chaos around you before taking a moment to decide to strategize your approach.

"[Looks like Akuma from 1-B has run out of fabulous attention-grabbers and is stumped! Even the best can get caught up in the heat of the moment, huh?]"

It didn't take but a second for Present Mic's harmless comment to spark up a wave of conversation in the stands.

"Come on, Akuma! Do something already!"

"You're getting left behind!"

"Don't just stand there! Everyone else is beating you!"

Up in the commentators' stand, Aizawa found himself unconsciously leaning forward, eyes zoning in on your figure. As the echoes of the audience's complaints and critiques filled his ears, his eyes flashed a light yellow for a split second before he found himself speaking into the mic. "[A good hero knows when to take time and strategize. It's not all about being flashy and hotheaded.]"

His words cooled the critiques of the audience, immediately turning the wave with many now complimenting your strategy.

"Yeah, she's smart! Look at her thinking it through!"

"That's right, don't rush it, Akuma!"

"She's got a plan, you just wait!"

In reality, Present Mic's words didn’t cause you any issues—if anything, you didn’t hear them at all—but Aizawa's rebuttal is what shook you from the task at hand.

You hissed, "Hero?" before pausing.

You took a moment to look at your surroundings, at the audience cheering at you all racing through this obstacle course—something that wasn’t even the actual sports festival but just a preliminary to weed out the useless and weak... It's almost as if you become aware of your situation: here you were, basically putting on a show for these buffoons and pests in the crowd as if you were some show pony.

"[Todoroki and Bakugo are neck and neck for the lead and knocking on the finish line!]"

You feel your breathing pick up as everything suddenly felt amplified by 100%—the sounds, the smells, everything. Just as you feel your disgust reach an inferno and about to explode, a huge explosion happens yards down from you.

"[What's with that huge explosion in the back?! That was way more powerful than it should be!]"

"What the..." Your sentence trails off as you see Midoriya skyrocket over the minefield on top of a slab of metal. Following his trajectory, you see dozens of exploded and dug-up mines. "Huh," you murmured to yourself. "What a clever boy."

"[Huh? Incredible! Well, whatever just happened, Class 1-A's Izuku Midoriya is suddenly in hot pursuit of first place!]"

As you watched Midoriya soar through the air, you couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation and begrudging respect. His unorthodox strategy had turned the tide in his favor, propelling him past numerous competitors and straight into the spotlight.

"[In a stunning move, Midoriya has blasted past his classmates from Class 1-A! I don't believe it—he cleared that minefield in an instant! Eraser Head, your students are amazing! What the heck are you teaching them?]"

"[This has nothing to do with me. Each of them is powered by their own drive to succeed.]"

"[There ya' have it, folks. Eraser Head is a terrible teacher.]"

"[I'm what?]"

"Deku! What the hell do you think you're doing, huh!?" Bakugo had a feral look on his face as he and Todoroki found themselves a bit behind the greenette.

You shook your head, berating yourself for getting lost in the thrill, reminding yourself that you weren’t here to put on a show and get first place, but to get a bird's eye view of your pet's will and determination to achieve his goal.

With a scoff and renewed focus, you devised a quick strategy to navigate the minefield, balancing caution with speed. Mixing your early gymnastic and aerobic skills with a bit of inspiration from Midoriya, you purposefully stepped on a nearby mine, using the explosion to propel yourself forward.

Carefully timing your jumps, you use the debris as stepping stones.

Whenever you touched the ground or found someone in a better mine-placement, you subtly knocked them into neighboring mines' paths, causing distractions and clearing a path for yourself.

The students around you were caught off guard, some yelping in surprise as they are thrown into the air by the blasts.

"[Whoa! Did you see that? Akuma from Class 1-B is using the explosions to her advantage! What a risky yet effective strategy!]" Present Mic’s voice boomed across the stadium, capturing the audience's attention.

Aizawa, leaning forward slightly, added, "[A calculated risk. She's using her environment and competitors to her benefit. It's not the most heroic approach, but it's undeniably effective.]"

You smirked, satisfied with your progress. You continued to leap from one debris piece to another, your movements fluid and precise. Each explosion propelled you closer to the end, while your manipulation of the other students' movements created chaos behind you.

As you neared the end of the minefield, you saw Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki ahead, their fierce competition driving them forward.

"[Who would have imagined at the beginning of this race that the climax would be a non-stop mega-mix of surprises? The first to make it back into the stadium is the first-place winner! And that winner is...Izuku Midoriya. Midoriya from Class 1-A is our champion!]"

The audience erupts in cheers, a thunderous wave of applause and excitement. You keep your pace steady, ignoring the noise and focusing on your final steps through the minefield. By the time you exited into the stadium, bright flashes of cameras greet you from all sides.

"[And ...19th place! Akuma ____!]"

Though you weren't exhausted, there's was a light sheen of sweat across your forehead. You took a deep breath, feeling the cool air of the stadium wash over you.

"[The contestants are pouring in one after the other! Let's hear some applause for all our competitors as we prepare the results.]"

You look around, eyes immediately zeroing in on Bakugo. He's standing off to the side, eyes narrowed and focused on Midoriya, who is currently surrounded by his friends, Iida and Uraraka, congratulating him.

The tension in Bakugo's stance is palpable, his fists clenched at his sides. You make your way over, saying nothing as you stand beside him, observing the scene with detached interest. Eventually, you turn your head to face him, saying, "2nd place."

Bakugo's jaw tightens, his eyes briefly flicking towards you before returning to Midoriya. "This was only the preliminaries," he grunts, his voice low and simmering with frustration.

You hum thoughtfully, "I suppose it is." Then, before leaving, you send him a callous smile. "Well, I must be off. I have to congratulate Izuku on his victory." Taking a few steps away, you pause and glance over your shoulder. "Good luck in the next trial," you add, a hint of mockery in your tone.

Bakugo's eyes follow you, his expression looking defeated before hardening once more. "I got this..." he murmurs to himself before moving on.

You continue towards Midoriya, weaving through the crowd of students and spectators. It wasn’t hard to get to him, seeing as the boy already gave you his undivided attention the moment he saw you.

"H-hi, ____," Midoriya stutters, his face already taking on a pink hue, his surprise and nervousness evident. For a millisecond, your eye twitches at his use of your name, but you push the annoyance down.

Pulling your lips up into a sweet smile, you respond, "Hi, Izuku," before turning to his two friends with polite bows. "Uraraka-san, Iida-kun."

Seeing as his friend went immobile outside being able to say hello, Iida takes the initiative to speak to you. "It's a pleasure seeing you, Akuma-san. Congratulations on passing the preliminary round. What brings you here?"

You give a gracious nod. "Thank you for the congrats, Iida-kun, and the same to you as well. I was actually over here to personally congratulate Izuku on reaching first place. This was a very tense and tough obstacle course, and his performance was truly impressive."

Midoriya's face turns an even deeper shade of red. "T-thank you, ____!" he exclaims, then quickly corrects himself. "I-I mean, thank you for the congrats..."

You smile warmly, turning to include Iida and Uraraka in the conversation. "You both did exceptionally well too. Iida-kun, your speed and precision were remarkable. Uraraka-san, your quick thinking and strategy were truly admirable. You all have amazing talents."

Iida adjusts his glasses, a hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Thank you, Akuma-san. Your words are most kind."

Uraraka beams, her cheeks rosy. "Thanks, Akuma-san! You were incredible out there too!"

Midoriya, still flustered, manages to stammer, "Y-yeah, you were amazing. I'm really looking forward to seeing how you do in the next round."

You give him a gracious nod, just as Midnight’s voice booms through the stadium.

"The first game for the first years is finally over, and what a game it was!" Midnight declares, her voice sultry and commanding, drawing everyone's attention to the center stage where she stands in her revealing costume. The bright lights of the stadium shine off her whip as she twirls it playfully. "Now, let's take a quick look at the standings, shall we?"

Aoyama lets out a small whimper, drawing a few chuckles from the crowd.

"Only the top 40 contestants will advance to the next round. But don't be too let down if you didn't make the cut!" Midnight continues, her tone teasing yet encouraging. "We've prepared other opportunities for you to shine."

You watch as the students around you react, some with visible relief and others with disappointment. The screen shows the rankings, and you note your position among the top 42 with a calm satisfaction.

"Now the real fun is about to begin. The chance to fully move yourselves into the limelight! Give it your best!" Midnight's eyes sparkle mischievously. "Let's see what we have in store for you next. Will your wildest fantasies come to life? Prepare yourselves... for this!"

The competitors shout out in unison, "Cavalry battle!?"

Complaints and murmurs spread through the crowd.

"I'm terrible at those."

"I should have gotten disqualified in the preliminary round."

"Ugh, it's not an individual event; we gotta work in groups?"

Mineta's eyes light up with a mischievous grin. "Oh, yes. I wonder how they'll split us up."

Midnight raises her whip, snapping it for dramatic effect. "Allow me to explain. The participants will form teams of two-to-four people as they see fit. In theory, it's basically the same as a regular playground game. But there is one difference. Each player has been assigned a point value based on the results from the obstacle course."

A random student chimes in, "I get it, a point-based system like the entrance exams. That seems pretty simple. So that means each team will have a different point value based on which students are on it."

Midnight smirks, clearly enjoying the suspense. "Uh-huh! Maybe you should shut up and let me explain things to you. Now, then. The point assignments go up by increments of five, starting from the bottom. For example, 42nd place is worth five points, and 41st is worth ten. And the point value assigned to the first place contestant is... ten million!"

The stadium erupts in shock.

"Ten million!?" the competitors exclaim, excluding you, who just raise an eyebrow.

Hatsume grins, gears already turning in her mind. "In other words, if you take down his team..."

The other students echo her sentiment. "...You'll win the Cavalry Game and take the lead yourself."

Midnight continues, "That's right. It's survival of the fittest, with a chance for those at the bottom to overthrow the top!"

You glance over at Midoriya, who looks absolutely terrified. His face pales, the only color left being his stark freckles standing out against his skin. The sheer weight of the ten million points visibly pressing down on him.

You couldn't wait to see how this play out.

The Cavalry Battle was sure to be a spectacle, and you were more than ready to observe—and manipulate—every moment.

A/N: wheeeww, cant believe it took me from 7pm--to 2am to write a 5k worded chapter out 💀💀 curse me and my perfectionism 💔 anywho, hope this was mildly interesting as we get this party started! next up: calvary battle (and if thats not too manywords, aslo the lil recreational activities/todoroki backstory bit, dont know how imma do it, but its gon get done 😤😤

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Quirks for the Hero Mikudemy AU (Class 1-A, Canon Characters)

(OCs: TBA)

Ichika Hoshino - Quirk: Voice

Basically the same as Present Mic's, although she can also change the pitch to be lower or higher.

(Is HoH because of it.)

Saki Tenma - Quirk: Star Creation

Can compact her hands together to form a substance that can harden to create solid star-shaped projectiles that she can throw and blow up.

When she was younger, she had a lack of control over her quirk that led to severe injuries to and weakness in her limbs, and even today, she requires support gear/mobility aids.

Honami Mochizuki - Quirk: Apple Tree

Has wooden skin and leaves for hair, and has the ability to sprout durable yet delicious and nutritious apples that can double as food and projectiles. Requires high amounts of sunlight and water to reach peak strength.

Shiho Hinomori - Quirk: Hop-Beat

Can emanate deep sound waves from the bottom of their feet, enabling him to leap up high, double jump, and even launch themselves forward to fly.

(Also has rabbit years, as an additional mutation, much to their embarrassment.)

Minori Hanasato - Quirk: Otter

Can do whatever an otter can do, having webbed hands, feet, and a furry tail, to help her swim well.

Haruka Kiritani - Quirk: Ice Trails

Can summon ice trails from beneath her feet to both trip up enemies and allow her skate-like feet to glide across them.

Kohane Azusawa - Quirk: Tuck n Roll

Can curl her body into a ball and roll at high speeds. She has trouble seeing where she's going, and can't control where she rolls, without somebody launching her.

An Shiraishi - Quirkless Quirk: ???

(Spoilers: It's One for All.)

Akito Shinonome - Quirk: Lava

Can secrete a lava-like substance from his skin, which he can control the solidity of. Although his skin has built up a resistance, overuse can lead to severe burns on his body.

Touya Aoyagi - Quirk: Push/Pull

The left side of his body (with the darker-blue hair) can pull objects towards him, while the right side of his body (with the lighter-blue hair) can push objects away from him, both with great force. Overuse can lead to severe migraines and nosebleeds.

(Has a Todoroki-style subplot.)

Emu Ootori - Quirk: Rubberhose

Can stretch her limbs like rubber and flatten herself against surfaces, much like an old-timey cartoon character. Overuse can lead to dislocated joints and sprains.

Nene Kusanagi - Quirk: Bubbles

Can create durable water bubbles from her mouth. They can envelope and carry things inside them. The longer she vocalizes, the bigger the bubbles become. Requires regular drinking of water.

[shamefulsho]

02 || 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 || 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 ♫

✩ - 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Sero Hanta and L/n Y/n are each others hallway crush. ✩

genre: fluff/slice of life/ pining

requested: no

edited

pronouns: she/her

wc: 1,552

warnings: curse words, suggestive jokes

masterlist || 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 || 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 ♫

With a sigh, y/n loosens her grip on the railing in front of her. The crowd around her was still cheering for the match that had just been concluded. Shinso had been defeated by a boy from class 1A even though his victory was seemingly guaranteed.

That kind of defeat would have been difficult for anyone, but y/n knew it was especially hard on Shinso, who planned to place as well as he could to be transferred to the Hero Course. She knew how important it was to him and his self-worth, so she decided to allow Shinso a moment to process and accept his circumstances.

Y/n returned to her seat in the stands, crossing her arms over her chest as she tried planning what to tell her friend when she comforts him.

"Shinso did so good in that fight! None of us made it as far in the festival as he did. Though I'm sure we aren't surprised that I didn't make it.. Who knew he had such a cool quirk? Mine could never compare to his.." Self-Deprecating Mai gushes from beside her, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Yeah, he would've won the whole tournament if he didn't go against that specific kid. But everything happens for a reason, right? I'm going to go check on him then. I'll tell him you said that," y/n quickly responds, purposefully ignoring half of what she said, and purposefully not leaving her any room to interrupt.

Eager to flee from the company she found herself in, y/n stood from her seat, stopping only to stretch. But before she was able to take a step towards the door, Present Mic's voice cut through the crowd's chatter.

"Next up is..these guys! He's good! He's good, but what's with that plainness he just can't get rid of! From the hero course, Sero Hanata!"

A peak at the screen before her forces Y/n to reconsider her options, and against her better judgment, she sits back down. Even though Mai's nagging voice continued to assault her ears, she didn't mind as much. She could barely hear it anymore, anyway. Entering the arena was the beautiful stranger that crosses her path in the hallways and at lunch everyday.

They were only a month into the school year, yet this stranger had become a bright spot in her dull routine. Their stolen glances and their flustered exchanged smiles was something she looked forward to.

Sero's expression was a mix of focus and playfulness; his eyebrows were furrowed yet he flashed that wide smile of his that made her heart flutter.

"...Start!"

Before Present Mic could finish the word, Sero wraps his opponent in tape that was emitted from his strange elbows and swings him towards out of bounds. Just as quickly, the air became freezing, heavy, and silent. Sero's opponent froze him and the half of the stadium that was behind him.

Y/n jumps up from her chair and rushes to the railing for a double take. Sero was frozen into a mountain of ice that engulfed the stadium behind him.

"Sero has been immobilized. Todoroki moves on to the second round!"

Even when the winner was announced, the crowd stayed silent. No one in the audience seemed to be affected by the ice, yet they were all frozen.

With a shiver, y/n, almost hesitantly, pulled herself away from the railing and made her way to the door. Loud chants of "Don't worry about it!" echo through the tense stadium as she closes the door behind her.

The halls were almost uncannily empty. With so many people attending UA, it was rare to see not even a single person wandering the halls. It was almost eerie.

Grateful to be out of the halls, she opened the door and slid into the infirmary without a second thought. When she turned, she found Shinso, sitting on one of the beds, bent over himself with his head in his hands.

"Hey," At her voice, Shinso drops his hands, keeping his eyes on the floor and his posture the same, "How are you holding up?"

He gives her no response. His blank eyes were pointed at the floor, yet he wasn't looking at anything.

"Hey, I can't know for sure how you're feeling, but I do know that the crowd loved you and your quirk. Pros, our classmates, the entire stadium. They kept talking about how amazing your quirk is and how you fell through the cracks in the entrance exam."

Shinso slowly raised his bleak eyes to look at her.

"You definitely got the recognition you wanted. You're also the only person from the normal courses that got as far as you did, so you have an extremely good chance to be transferred to the hero course,"

Taking in and letting out a heavy breath, Shinso sits up and straightens his back, brushing off his defeated demeanor. "You're right," he finally murmurs back to her.

With a small smile, y/n sits beside him and drapes an arm over his shoulder, "And, let's be honest, if you didn't go up against that kid specifically, you definitely would've won, no question about it,"

"Especially against that Bakugo guy," Shinso chuckles, reciprocating her action.

"Oh, for sure! It would've been over before it even started! I just hope when you transfer into the Hero Course, you'll still hang out with some lowly General Studies student like me."

"If getting rid of you was that easy, I would've done it a long time ago. I think Self-Deprecating Mai has rubbed off on you,"

"She sat next to me in the stands. Do you think she's contagious? Am I infected, Toshi? Will I die?" Dramatically, y/n leans on Hitoshi and presses the back of her hand against her forehead.

"Unfortunately, you'll survive. Anyways, I'm feeling better. Let's go catch the rest of the tournament,"

"Before that," y/n digs a hand into her jacket's pocket. "I brought some candy. Want some?"

"Why are you so obsessed with these?" Despite his comment, Shinso takes a piece of candy from her hand before standing up and brushing off his dirty jacket.

As if on cue, the curtain behind them swung open with a screech as Recovery girl emerged from behind.

"Would you like candy, Recovery Girl?"

"Oh, no thank you, I'm not young anymore, I have to watch out for my diet," She turns to the computer on her desk.

"And your patient here?" She turned to the bed behind the Healer.

Familiar black hair was splayed out on the pillow. Though the blanket was pulled up to his nose, no doubt from the frostbite he had gotten from his match, his eyes curiously peaked out from between his bangs and the dull white of the bedding.

"Don't mind if I do," his typically confident, steady voice trembled as he reached his, also shivering, hand out. He softly plucked out an orange-flavored one from her pile.

"I can throw away the trash for you, if you want," Y/n felt her heart begin to beat faster in her chest from her boldness. She willed her voice not to crack or tremble, and for once, her voice complied with her. She asked the same of her hand, yet they were not as merciful as her voice.

Sero, maintaining eye contact with her, unwrapped the candy and placed it in his mouth while subtly licking his fingers at the same time. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and a heat spread throughout her body.

With a silent gulp, y/n reaches out to take the wrapper, her hand hovering over his momentarily before grabbing it from his frigid palm.

"Thanks," Sero's deep eyes never wandering from hers.

"Yeah.."

The slam of the door breaks them out of their trance. Y/n jumped back from the bed, her face burning red, and Sero cleared his throat before burrowing into his blanket, his face a matching shade of red.

A boy with bright yellow hair rolled in, giggling stupidly to himself.

Y/n looked back at her purple-haired classmate, who stared at her with a raised eyebrow and a small, teasing smirk. With a cough, y/n hurriedly makes her way back to Shinso's side before they leave the infirmary.

"Take care, you two," Recovery softly calls out to them.

"You too," both Shinso and Y/n reply in unison.

As soon as the door behind them closed with a click, Shinso turned to her, his amused, smug grin widened. "I'm surprised you didn't start sucking each other's face. Bravo, so much self-restraint."

"I have no idea what you're talking about ," her face burning brighter than it had before.

"As if. I almost choked from how much tension there was,"

"Oh, whatever," Y/n walks away from him.

"If someone didn't interrupt, you definitely would've helped warm him up, if you get what I mean." He follows behind her, his voice remaining annoyingly monotonous.

"Oh, sorry, did you say something? I don't talk to losers,"

"You lost way earlier than I did. Also, I think you're mistaken. You can't hear me because you're too busy mentally making out with Elbows back there,"

"You leave his elbows out of this!"

[random-vore-blog]

Hi, I love your MHA fics and stuff! You write the characters so well! If you're still taking requests, and interested, I'd really love to see one of Present Mic comforting a student, or something similar to that. (They could have like a shrinking quirk or smth, idk LOL) No pressure to do so, of course! Keep up the good work!! :)

Alright! Sure! I am going to use my mha triplet oc for this because she fits in with the description.

UA was quiet for a change. No screaming or explosions, no fighting or anything. It was absolute bliss tonight for a lot of the students. All except one student who constantly had nightmares of the death of her two sisters and her past with Overhaul.

Tossing and turning, tears threatening to escape their prison after so many years of building the tough act. However, that act was torn apart when she found out about the death of her sisters. Five months... five months right after the three of them were rescued, rehabilitated and got the proper treatments needed help them cope with their traumas.

Sweat crept out of the pores, the room suddenly too hot for the sensitive organ covering her body to protect the flesh underneath. The fabric covering her body drenched with the salty water that escaped the skin prison.

The flashbacks of their bodies, the dead stares from their lifeless bodies boring into her like sharp knives cutting through flesh with ease. It haunted her mind, a plague that never vanished no matter how many times she went to therapy.

She gasped, sitting upright with eyes open and glowing white, ears lowered as her body trembled. Light yellow hair hugged her skin, clinging onto it as if it sensed her distress. It had been months since she was rescued with her sisters by the heroes. The first meeting was not in the best of circumstances.

But that was almost three months ago. She had to get over the trauma- or should have gotten over it by now. The plague of nightmares prevented that, however and kept reminding her of the horrible life she had. The excruciating pain she and her sisters endured for twelve long years. She was almost eighteen years old, yet she acted like a child. Why was she so childish at the age of almost eighteen? Why? Just why?

Her brain thought of one person to calm her down, to comfort her but she was scared. What if he was not there? What if she disturbed him at early hours? She didn't want to intrude or trouble him with her childish behaviour. What would he think about it?

So many questions, no answers for any of them.

She lifted the covers off of herself, slowly hanging her feet off the bed and placing them on the cold floor below. The wooden floorboards were smooth but cold to the touch just like ice. It wasn't as bad as when she was in the hands of Overhaul. But that... man... that thing kept her hostage for so long, for 12 years with her sisters, until they were saved by Aizawa Shota and Bakugo Katsuki.

A small creek made her tense up, body stiff as though cement had turned solid, ceasing her ability to move. The fear of loud noises always got to her, and she didn't know why it still affected her.

Her muscles relaxed slightly, but not much. She could move, but it proved to be difficult, as if she herself was a heavy object being dragged. That did not settle down her nerves, however. It just made them crawl sround like worms, even her gut felt like it was made out of caterpillars ready to transform into butterflies.

A knock made her flinch, something her brain couldn't decipher if it was a threat behind the wooden wall or if someone with good intentions stood behind the object, ready to comfort and soothe her scared soul, to heal it and take away most of the trauma off of her mind.

" Rika? You alright in there?"

Present Mic? Her entire body relaxed upon hearing the familiar voice. The tension that once seeped through her muscle and bones evaporated in the air.

" Mr. Mic?"

Her small and shaky voice made her cringe, coiling in on herself like a snake, tail wrapping around her knees as if to barricade hersself away from the world.

" Yes, Rika. It's me. I heard whimpering from my room. Are you alright?"

Her throat felt dry, her tongue felt dry even as she swallowed back her insrecurity of how weak and vulnerable she sounded not too long ago.

" Can I come in?"

She gave a small yes, voice above a whisper, but he heard it. She watched as the knob to the room she resided in twisted, door opening to reveal the man that stood on the other side.

" What's wrong? Another nightmare?"

Present Mic, the only teacher she really allowed to be in her personal bubble for as long as he wanted to. Not like the other teachers, however. She'd snap and growl at them, cursing them out or even start biting them due to her more animal-like behaviour. Present Mic, however, was different. While the other teachers restrained her whenever she got aggressive because of her temper and forgetting her life before everything happened, Present Mic always made sure to try and do his best to not forget her past and possible abuse in the darned place Overhaul had her in, along with her sisters.

She jerked as he sat down on her soft bean bag, the colour was a soft orange that gave her a sense of safety and warmth, a reminder of what the sun looked like whenever she went to play outside. She took a deep shaky breath, shivering slightly as the nightmare flashed in her mind, snippets taunting her.

" ... Y-yes."

He rested a hand on her shoulder, causing her to tense up begore relaxing again.

" It's not your fault, Rika. It was the LOV, not you."

" But- but they would still be here if I arrived on time! If I hadn't decided to split up-"

" Rika, listen to me very carefully. Had you been there, the chances of you three surviving would be close to zero."

She began to shiver, whimpering again at the memory. Present Mic sighed.

" How about I take you to Aizawa? Maybe he can-"

" NO! I don't- he-"

She couldn't make a complete sentence before starting another one, and Present Mic quickly reacted, telling her to calm down and that he won't get Aizawa. Aizawa was another teacher she trusted, but feared to ask something that might anger him. She hated seeing him angry, thus the fear of angering him evolved. She trusted the other teacher, she really did, but seeing him angry made her fearful. It reminded her of her past, how angry Overhaul would get at her whenever something went wrong during experiments that were done on her.

She only trusted people her age or younger. Aizawa and Present Mic were the only exceptions for being in the older category.

" Woah- okay! It's okay! I won't get Aizawa."

He nearly forgot about her fear of an angry person. He should be ashamed for forgetting that important information.

" I- I- nevermind... it's stupid."

She stopped speaking, frowning as her shaking stopped for a few seconds. He had an idea of what she wanted, what she wanted to ask, but he had to be sure.

" You want to..."

He thought of how to ask it, to word it perfectly.

" ... be safe again?"

She kept quiet, ears lowered more as she tried to hide her face, blushing from embarrassment and shame but nodded, trying to avert her gaze away from him. Present Mic thought for a while, trying to think of how to calm her down before comforting and keeping her safe.

" Want some hot chocolate?"

She shook her head slowly and shakily. She seemed to be desperate for that comfort. The sliver of safety, even if it was just for the night, an act only a child of eight would want from their parents... She was an eight year old inside the body of seventeen. The world was harsh, and she endured it, witnessing the cruelty at a young age no child should ever witness.

He sighed heavily, slowly parting his lips to reveal pink-red gums and muscle behind white teeth. The top canines a bit longer than any human, but it was unnoticeable enough to not give away his true identity as a predator. Rika stared at the pink-red cavern of flesh, the abyss right down the tube that led to his digestive system.

With a shaky meep, she shakily and cautiously stepped inside, lowering herself until she was basically on her hunches, scanning the area as the entrance closed with a soft click of the teeth behind her. The male grimaced as he swallowed, using his hand to support the barely noticeable lump in his throat.

He swallowed again and again, taking up to four swallows to properly send her on her merry way. The fourth was needed to pull her down as she was a bit stuck in his throat. He still grimaced even after she made it safely in the pouch above his stomach. A secondary organ found only in predators. He was a predator alright, but not an evil one like in mythology or stories. Villains with his predator appearances fit in that mythical category.

He could feel her settle in her new compartment, relaxing in the fleshy chamber that only predators had. He knew she was okay. He had good control over sending valuable things to his storage organ, a crop or false stomach- there were many names for it- and knew when to store and how to store.

He hoped Rika would not grieve as much as she did now in the future.

Sorry for the long wait! I was very busy and hope you enjoyed it!

[honey-katsu]

take her to the moon for me - ao3

Part 2 of 2

Part 1 here

Summary:

Aizawa and a few of his students were given a job from the Hero Commission: stop the yakuza group known as the Bulls from selling any more quirk enhancement drugs. It should have been simple. Sneak in, destroy the drugs, and get out before anyone notices.

But of course, things never go as planned.

Warning (for all parts): violence, major character death, grief/mourning, panic attack/flashbacks

note before we begin: i am chickenKatsu on ao3. I do not give anyone the right to repost my work to another platform unless I’m asked then properly credited. Please support me on ao3 if you like it!

Izuku couldn't look at Present Mic. The desperation in his eyes broke Izuku’s heart. Present Mic stood frozen, a statue amidst swirling storm emotions. Izuku backed away from him, silently retreating to his room. 

Izuku quietly shut the door, collapsing to the floor. He couldn’t think. His world was changing faster than he could keep up. He heaved and gasped for air, room warping like a kaleidoscope. Everything sounded muffled and distant. The room was too bright, despite having all the lights off. Izuku knew he was spiraling into a panic. Logically, it made sense. Ever since the USJ attack, Tsu sometimes suffered from panic attacks. Izuku had extensively researched ways to help his friend, memorizing all her triggers, tell-tale signs, and prefered grounding methods. Maybe he could use that knowledge to help himself now.

He tried to breathe. Inhale slowly, then exhale, and in again, out, in, out… 

Suddenly, Izuku heard movement. The rumbling of footsteps pounded outside his door as the other students walked past. He froze. His breath quickened as the thundering train of noise approached. Light flooded the room, and Izuku buried his face in his knees, attempting to calm his breathing and failing miserably. Muddled voices and silhouettes surrounded him. 

Something warm and tight grabbed him. It was warm, too warm. It's hot. Like Kacchan’s explosions. Like the heat that ran through his face when he cried out for help. Like the burst of pain from a kick to the stomach or a punch in the eye. The rain of agony that wouldn’t stop.

It was heavy, like the crushing weight of his bullies. The weight of their feet pushing his arms into the concrete, enough to break bones sometimes. His head pummeled to the ground. His screams drowned, his pleas unheard…

Shaped like hands, the hands that had burned him. The hands that tightened their grip seconds before the burning pain. Handprints seared his skin. The starburst scars that littered his body. The smell of smoke, of his burnt flesh, filled his nose. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. If he did, he’d earn another round of explosions. He had to stay still. Maybe they’d finally leave him alone when they lost interest in their plaything.

Something cold pressed against the back of Izuku’s hand. It absorbed the burning warmth of his panic, chilly water running down his arm. A voice broke through Izuku’s panic-stricken mind.

“Izuku. Izuku, can you hear my voice? If you can, can you hold out your hand?”

Izuku did as the soft voice asked, meekly unwrapping his hand from his knees. The cold thing gently returned to his palm this time.

“Good job, Izuku. Can you describe what the thing in your hand feels like?”

“… Cold, nice…” Izuku’s vision slowly cleared. His surroundings gradually came back into focus. He glanced at his hand at the curious tingling sensation. “Ice?”

“That’s right. It’s ice. Shoto made it for you. Do you want to hold another piece? This one’s almost melted.”

Izuku noticed that the voice was right. His palm held mostly liquid at this point. He squinted a bit, trying to make out the figure in front of him. Slowly, his vision began to come into focus. Brown hair, round face, pink cheeks. A small smile and loving eyes. ”Ocha? I thought you were with everyone in the common room.”

“I was, but after you talked to Mic-sensei, a few of us wanted to come check on you.”

Izuku looked past Ochako to see Shoto crouching at her right. He was careful to keep his warm side away from Izuku and was already making another small ice cube. Kaachan stood father back, obviously concerned but trying not to crowd him. A few pairs of worried eyes peered around the doorframe.

“Izuku, you look kind of mystified. Do you remember what happened before you came to your room?”

Izuku frowned, rummaging through his foggy mind. Why were his classmates all in the common room but he wasn’t, again? Why did they come to check on him? What did he say to Mic-sensei that would elicit such concern, especially from Kaachan? And why would he panic about it? Why didn’t his friends call for Aizawa-sensei to help?

Aizawa-sensei.  

Aizawa-sensei wasn’t here. His classmates couldn’t call for him. He wasn’t here. He was dead. His body was trapped with the yakuza in those terrible underground tunnels.

Grief rammed into Izuku like a charging bull. He shrunk in on himself. A tsunami of tears flooded his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I left him behind! Aizawa-sensei promised he’d catch up. He-he promised. He’s not a liar, Ocha. But he didn’t. He didn't catch up; he didn't come back. It’s all my fault. I never should have left him. I should have been stronger. I should have noticed the ambush. He would still be here if I had died instea—”

Ochako wrapped her arms around him, tears stinging her eyes. Her motherly love warmed him to the core. “Izuku, there was nothing we could have done differently. Aizawa-sensei saved our lives. He saved your life. He values your life, Izuku. He wouldn’t want you to think that you’d be better off dead.”

“But I would.”

“No,” Shoto said, joining the hug, “you wouldn’t. Stay alive for Aizawa-sensei’s sake, even if you don’t think you deserve it. Try to see the value he saw in you that he would sacrifice himself for you and the rest of us. That’s what I’m doing. I’m still learning to love myself and my quirk, but I would’ve never gotten this far if not for you, Izuku. So let’s try together, okay?”

Shouto ruffled his hair and Ochako held the fragile hero closer. Bakugou was there now, wrapping his friends in a snug embrace. It was quiet for a while, giving everyone time to think and mourn the loss of their teacher.

Hizashi stumbled into his apartment. Shota was dead. His dear husband, the light of his life, his everything. Gone in the blink of an eye. Realistically, Hizashi and Shouta both knew that they could lose the other at any time. That was the dangers of hero work, after all, especially since Shota was an underground hero.

Hizashi knew Shouta’s death would be devastating, but this. This was worse than anything he had ever imagined. The grip of grief choked his lungs. He sputtered for air, the weight of thousands of punches pelting his chest. What could he do to get rid of this pain? Can someone save him from the rubble of his collapsing heart?

No one could save him. The only one who could was gone.

So he screamed. He screamed, screamed, screamed, and screamed, hoping Shota would hear. When would Shota come running? When would he use his quirk to stop the damage he’s doing to his ears? When would he come to hold him? When would his husband come? He screamed until his throat was raw and he could scream no longer.

All this was for naught. All this hardship. All this joy. All this love. Shota was gone, but Hizashi still needed him. His problem class and Eri still needed him. How could this have happened? Blearily, Hizashi glanced at his surroundings. The glass vase full of crimson roses was shattered, grinded into dust by his voice. The water drip, drip, dripped down off the entryway chest, pooling at his feet. Like Shouta’s blood must have. Hizashi immediately shook that thought away.

As he opened the door leading into the main area, Hizashi was reminded of how grateful he was that Shota had suggested soundproofing their apartment. After one too many cat mugs had been shattered by his husband’s quirk, Shota finally snapped. Hizashi chuckled at the memory of Shota going around the house and collecting all the fragile cups and mugs. He had declared that until the soundproofing was complete, Hizashi was only allowed to drink from red solo cups, even if that meant cold coffee on his way to teach at UA.

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As Hizashi wandered through their home, memories resurfaced. Shota sleeping on the couch with their cats on his chest and a book on his face. The remnants of a coffee stain from when Rouge had rolled off the counter in his sleep, taking Hizashi’s cup with him. Shota couldn’t stop laughing for at least 10 minutes afterwards. And that one time they hosted a Halloween party. The ceiling fan blade was still bent from when Shota, dressed as Spiderman, had hung upside down from it and demanded Hizashi kiss him. 

Tears rolling down his cheeks brought Hizashi back to reality. Their cats Rogue and Trashbag weaved between his legs, purring and rubbing against him as he wandered. He found himself in front of their bedroom door. Swiping away his tears, Hizashi tried to open the door with shaking his hands.

Their room was exactly how he had left it. The bed was made haphazardly. An old cup of tea and Shota’s book sat on the nightstand. A pile of laundry had made its home near the dresser. The closet door was slightly ajar. Everything was placed as if someone would be coming back to clean it up. Someone who would never return.

As he ran his fingers along the surface of the dresser, Hizashi noticed a small wooden box. He’d never seen it before. Upon closer inspection, there was a small touchpad on the side. Curious, Hizashi tapped it. The box clicked, green letters that read Confirmed: Hizashi displayed on the screen. With a tender touch, Hizashi opened it. Inside was a copy of Shota’s will. Although heroes were required to submit a legally-binding copy to the Hero Commission, they were allowed to keep an enclosed hardcopy for their loved ones. 

Next to his will, Hizashi spotted Shota’s wedding ring on top of an envelope labeled My Hizashi in Shota’s stiff handwriting. 

Cautiously, he opened the letter as his tears threatened to spill.

Hey, Hizashi. I knew you would find my last note. I’m sorry, my love. You are my world and I hate that I left you. Please take my ring in remembrance of me. I never wear it on missions in case something happens. It should be in the same box as this note.

My beloved Hizashi… I’m so glad I knew you. You taught me how to live and not just exist. You taught me how to truly care. You taught me how to love myself and love others. I wouldn’t trade my time with you for anything. 

And I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll never get to tell you all this in person.

The last line of ink was smudged, as if it had gotten wet and the writer had attempted to dry it. Hizashi pressed on, his vision blurred by a cascade of tears.

Since you’re reading this, that means I’m gone. I was probably protecting my students, right? I would never admit it to their faces, but they mean a lot to me. None of them realize how important they are. And since I’m no longer there for them, I’ll never be able to teach them that. I’m sure my problem class is grieving right now, and so are you. 

The only difference is that they’ve never lost someone before. So I have a favor to ask of you, as a teacher, adult, and trusted friend. Guide them, please. Knowing them, I bet they're so very lost right now. Midoriya, Bakugou, and Yaoyorozu probably blame themselves. Tokoyami, Kirishima, and Shinso probably hate themselves. Look out for them; they struggle with undiagnosed depression and possibly anxiety. Hagakure, Jiro, Aoyama, and Ojiro are probably trying to comfort everyone, despite their own grief. Sato, Koda, Asui, Iida, and Uraraka are probably hiding their pain by staying active so they don't have to think. Make sure they take care of themselves; they might forget. Todoroki, too. He’s probably numb right now. Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido are probably trying to smooth things over with humor so they don't have to feel.

Make sure they all get counseling, even if they think they don't need it. They’re kids, after all. Don't let them make the same mistake I did with Oboro. I shut out my friends and family. I refused help as my soul slowly deteriorated.

That includes you, Hizashi. I know that sometimes you get so busy caring for others that you forget to care for yourself. Be a little selfish and take some time for yourself. Take a break and go to therapy, too. And don’t break any of our mugs or I’ll come back to haunt you.

Hizashi laughed, although it sounded more like a wet croak.

Oh, and I can't forget about Eri. I wish I had more time with her. She’s missed out on so much. I want to surround her with love and cats and everything she never got. Actually, I was planning on talking to you about adopting her, Hizashi. Eri would be safe from any villain with two pro heroes as her parents. We could send her to school and eventually UA; she definitely has the potential to be a great hero. 

Eri has so many dreams and ambitions. From the smallest things to the biggest for so many different reasons. She wants to pet an Egyptian Mau because it reminds her of Deku. She wants to save kids from bad situations like Lemillion did for her. She wants to catch a crab at the beach and battle my entire class with those pre-quirk lightsaber weapons (and win)… If I listed everything she wanted to do, the list would reach all the way across the galaxy. I want to see them all through, but I guess I couldn’t.

Take her to the moon for me. Well, that’s an impossible task, but could you try anyway? She has the potential to reach heights we never could have dreamed of. She just needs a little push.

Thank you to everyone who supported me or hated me. I don’t care either way what you thought of me, just that you knew me. If you knew me, you know who’s hurting right now. Do what you will, but leave those who loved me alone or so help me god I will come back from beyond the grave to move all your stuff one inch to the left every day for all of eternity.

And Hizashi my dear, I know I’ve written this so many times by now, but I have to just one more time. If you’re reading this, that means I’m dead. I’m sorry I died. I’m sorry I left you. I’m sorry you’re stuck in this miserable world without me. But you’re not alone. Nemuri and all of UA, including that infernal Nezu, are here for you. Accept their support like you would mine.

I love you, Hizashi. Take care of yourself and Eri and my problem class, alright?

See you in the afterlife,

Aizawa Shota

[empressofthesunwriter]

Kill La Hero: 18

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

Chapter 18: The End of the Sports Festival

Formal tension filled the sports arena as the final fight between Michi and Shoto approached.

It promised to be a clash of titans.

Who would emerge victorious: the prodigy son of the number two hero or the girl with a unique and strong Quirk?

Shoto made his way over to the arena.

He hoped Massaro was fine and Recoryer Girl could help her. He hadn't stayed to listen to what his adversity and the school nurse had talked about.

So he was also surprised as he saw her approaching.

Everyone in the stadium gasped.

What had happened to Michi and Ares?

"What, what, what?", shouted Present Mic. "Do I see right or has Michi changed her outfit?!"

Surprised Ochaco turned to Izuku, pointing at Michi.

"Deku, why do Michi and Ares look so different? What happened?"

Before he could answer Denki and Mineta yelled: "Who cares?! She is hotter than before!"

"And look with what a sexy confidence she is walking!", added Denki.

The two pervs earned a tongue hit from Tsu (Mineta) and an earphone hit from Kyoka (Denki).

"I think I know what happened.", began Izuku slowly and a smile spread on his lips. "Michi and Ares must have finally reached Full Synchronization!"

"What does this mean?", asked Momo.

Anyone was curious and listened to Izuku explaining: "Ares and Michi seemed strong before, but they never were in synch. Often Ares sucked too much blood from Michi, which made her need a blood transfusion. Ares explained as long Michi couldn't accept her suit, in other words, her Quirk, they never would reach their full potential. The new suit shows they reached an agreement."

Everyone gasped in disbelief while Izuku smiled proudly.

He knows Michi could do it!

"Are you saying that the power Michi and Ares had before was nothing against now?", repeated Momo.

"That's hard to believe she defeated us in seconds.", agreed Mina sulking.

"Well against Todoroki.", mussed Ochaco and looked at her best friend. "It might be the best that they are now in harmony."

Meanwhile, Aizawa-Sensei's voice was heard from the speakers: "It's all correct. Recovery Girl is vouching for her. Michi and Ares had an evolution in their Quirk."

An excited whisper went through the crowd.

Quirk-Evolutions were the first steps to fully awaken the potential of their Quirk, that one student from the First Year had an evolution during the Sports Festival was incredible!

"Well, then congrats, Michi! But now we return to why we are here: the last battle of the U.A. High School sports festival! The top of the first years will be decided with this one match! The final, so to speak! From the hero course, Shoto Todoroki! Versus-- Also from the hero course, Michela Massaro!"

The two opponents looked at each other.

"I'm glad you are fine and can fight.", told her Todoroki. "Congratulations to your Quirk-Evolution."

The girl smiles.

"Thanks, Todo- I mean Shoto-San. If you didn't help me before, I would probably still lying on the ground."

Shoto was surprised at how casually Michi called him now by his first name.

All in all, he could formally feel the power radiating from her and Ares together and the confidence.

He gave her a tiny nod.

"No problem Michela-San. Let's have an honourable match."

"Let's!"

Both got into their preferred fighting stages.

"Are you ready? Now-- Start!", proclaimed Present Mic.

Not wasting any time Shoto starts the match with a focused version of his Heaven-Piercing Ice Wall attack. Michi punches to her best ability the ice away, however, she gets enclosed.

"Todoroki gets a blow in right away! Is he trying to avoid close combat with Massaro? Has the winner been decided already?!"

That's when all heard the ice screeching.

"Oh dear, what is that?!"

Unbelievable but a tornado drilled itself out of the ice!

When there was a large hole, the tornado stopped and you could see that Michi had created it!

She was on her hands, her legs spread apart and was twirling around.

Then she pushed herself with her arms high in the air, turned around and attacked Shoto with her Thread Storm.

Again Shoto shot his ice in large waves, but the threads were lick sharp knives and cut it.

"With ice alone, you will not get me!", shouted Michi.

She landed on the arena creating a huge crater on the impact, making Shoto lose his balance.

The girl used this chance to run up to him and attacked him with a series of punches and kicks.

Shoto had trouble blocking them with his ice.

As soon as he created a pillar, Michi destroyed it!

"Look at this speed! These two are not joking around!"

With a hard roundhouse kick, Michi destroyed a pillar on Shoto Fireside and got him!

He flowed away and only thanks to creating an ice wall he wasn't out of the ring.

"Come on, where is your fire!", challenged Michi. "You will never surpass me if you don't use it."

"Shit.", cursed Shoto quietly and touched his hurt cheek.

He could feel some loose teeth.

"If you refuse to fight with all of your power...then you don't deserve to win."

It happens all incredibly fast.

One moment Michi was meters away from Shoto, the next she is towering over him and delivers a hard sucker punch on his stomach!

The boy spits blood, his eyes roll back and he faints.

Michi steps back and turns to Midnight.

The Pro-hero blinked, she only saw a blur, before she looked at Shoto.

Yes, he was out cold.

"Shoto Todoroki can't fight anymore, the winner is Michela Massaro!"

The crowds go wild!

But not as wild as Izuku and Ochaco.

"She did it, she did it, she won!", cheered Ochaco, dancing around.

Izuku smiled so brightly that his cheeks hurt.

Of course, his Michi would win.

He never had any doubt.

"What a terrific final, ladies, gentlemen and everybody! And now, all of the events have been completed! The winner of this year's first-year U.A. sports festival is from Class A, Michela Massaro!"

Michi raised her hand in victory and smiled at the crowd.

It was incredible to be celebrated like this.

"Didn't I tell you," mused Ares. "What power lies in us when we work together."

"Yeah, you were right. Sorry for doubting you, Ares."

"It's okay, whirlwind."

The girl gave her suit's eye a little kiss, which made him blush.

"H-Hey, don't get soft on me!"

Michi just laughed.

/*/

Fireworks were exploding over them as all the First Years waited for the award ceremony.

"All of the first-year events for this year's U.A. sports festival have been completed. And now, we will begin the award ceremony!", declared Midnight.

More fireworks exploded in the air and behind midnight a stage with three different heights platform was raised.

Michi was on the highest with the one, the first place.

Shoto was the second highest among the two, the second place.

And finally Bakugo with a murderous face in third place.

"In addition to Bakugo, there is also Iida in third place, but he left early for family reasons.", explained Midnight. "Thank you for your understanding!"

Michi and Ares swore she winked at the reporters, Midnight had them really under her control.

Midnight announced who would give the medals to the winners, as All Might appeared and talked all over her.

They squabbled for a bit before All Might could finally do what he had to do.

Award the medals to the winners.

First, because he was in third place Bakugo got his medal.

The boy looked at it frowning.

"You did good young Bakugo. You gave good fights, don't forget it."

All Might hugged him, which made Bakugo just huff annoyed.

He didn't feel like he did something good and Massaro beat him again!

Then All Might turned to Shoto and gave him the medal of second place.

"Young Todoroki, congratulations. I assume there is a reason you did not use your left side in the final?"

"I had an opportunity during my match with Midoriya, but then I became unsure of myself.", admitted Shoto. "I think I understand a little of why you are interested in him. I wanted to become a hero like you. But I didn't think it would be right for me to be the only one to break away. There is still something I must settle."

The number one hero nodded and gave him a hug.

"The look on your face is completely different from before. I won't ask about the details. I'm sure that you will be able to do what you need to do."

"Yes."

Finally, All Might came to Michi and Ares.

"Young Massaro and Ares. First congratulations on your Quirk-Evolution, it's a big step to fully realize your Quirk."

"Thanks All Might.", they chorused happily.

"And second, I'm really proud of you two. You both showed in this tournament the definition of Plus Ultra! You have gone beyond your bonds and came out stronger."

"Thank you again All Might."

The blond Pro Hero then put the medal of first place on Michi and gave her also a hug. As only one Michi hugged him back.

"You will be one day an amazing hero, young Massaro, I just know."

"Thanks All Might, really."

They stopped their hug and All Might turned to the crowd of First Years.

"Well, they were the winners this time! But listen here! Anyone here could have ended up on these podiums. It's just as you saw-- Competing! Improving each other! And climbing even further! The next generation of heroes is definitely sprouting! So, I have just one more thing to say! Everyone, please say it to me! Ready, go--"

"Thanks for your hard work! --"

"Plus Ultra!"

"What?! It should've been "Plus Ultra!" there, All Might!"

"Well, I thought everyone worked hard."

/*/

Class 1A was in their classroom with their teacher, as the sun slowly set.

All wore their school uniform and Ares was back as a Ribbon on Michi's head.

"Good work.", praised them Aizawa-Sensei. "So there will be no school tomorrow or the day after. I'm sure the pro heroes who watched the sports festival will want to recruit you, but we'll consolidate everything and announce it when you get back. So rest well, and look forward to that."

"Yes, sir!"

As Michi walked to the station with Ochaco and Izuku, they told her, why Tenya had to leave so early.

His older brother was injured by a villain, they didn't know the details, only that Igenium was to be operated.

Michi sent a prayer to God for Tenya and his family, that his brother would be alright.

When the three had to part ways Izuku and Ochaco told her again how amazing she was and how cool it was that she evolved her Quirk.

Of course, Michi kissed and hugged, careful in Izuku's case, her two cuties and earned again a cheek kiss from Izuku.

With the thought of getting three cheek kisses from Izuku and also being the winner of the Sports Festival, Michi entered her home, only to be stormed by her family.

Her mother and Obaa-Chan were crying, while her Papa and Jiji-Chan picked her up and made her make a winner round through the whole house.

The next couple of hours all her aunts and uncles and cousins from Italy called to congratulate her, so Michi couldn't check after her friends, especially Tenya.

Then her Papa made in celebration his famous Pizza Margherita for which Michi would kill.

The family ate and the girl and Ares had to tell them how they had experienced this day.

Her family only saw what happened on TV.

They were all so proud of her Quirk-Evolution.

It got so late, that Michi could only send good nights to her friends before she and Ares fell asleep like babies.

/*/

The next two days Michi visited Izuku and they both watched movies, played games and watched even one time with Inko the Sports Festival.

Man, was it weird seeing themselves on TV!

Anyway to two enjoyed their time together, even if Michi was scared if she cuddled Izuku she would hurt him and just be blissfully happy being in the presence of the one they loved most.

Michi helped Izuku even update all his Hero Notebooks and transformed him into her new suit.

"Ares Kamui! That has a nice ring on it.", told Izuku writing it down. "How did you come of Godrobe?"

"Ares already has the name of the Greek God of War so, I was like now we add something Japanese to it."

They both giggled, while Ares rolled his eyes.

We didn't know that after these two days, things would change.

The world, our friends, us!

This was the startline of anything!

Number Two Pro-Hero Atheres

[larkspxrs]

@voice-quirked asked:

Name: Present Mic (Yamada Hizashi)

Age: Old enough...don't make me say

Do you like to cuddle?: Yes

Can we make-out?: If you don't mind the taste of my candies

A night in or dinner out?: Either but I'd prefer a night in. Then we don't get interrupted if we're recognized

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Ice cream

What makes you a good Valentine?: ...I don't know...

Would you cook for me?: Yeah but itd be safer to order in

Would you let me cook for you?: Anytime

Well color her surprised! Taking in every word on the page the smile that found her face seemed to grow with each question until she was broken out into a full on beam by the end of the application.

"Hey, if I make you admit your age it would mean I have to admit mine, too, and we can't be having that! Have to admit, Hizashi, I didn't think you were interested like that, but I'm certainly not opposed! Application approved!"

[aspenforest732]

Mortem ad Wrens Chapter 9: It Begins in the Dark

Summary:

tw: bullying, ed behavior, body checking, feelings of worthlessness, ableism, implied child abuse, seizure mention

Notes:

‘text‘ is JSL Text is thoughts

All the first years gathered at the gates as the lights started going out, Present Mic shouting “Start!” as the gates opened. Allowing themself to be jostled by the crowd for a few seconds, Akira positioned themself to be elbowed and warped just above the ground on the other side of the gates. Feeling the drop in temperature, they jumped to the right as Todoroki skated past, soon joined by Bakugo and Yaoyorozu in the lead.

Akira settled into a jog, maintaining a solid 5th place as they watched a group of zero pointers storm up to the first barrier, as Present Mic called it. Akira charged forward, warping just as a hand would’ve crushed them and landing in a roll still within the dust cloud. Waiting for the tell-tale crackling of Todoroki’s ice, they picked up second place as Todoroki shot them a frown.

Akira just grinned and waved, dodging to the left as Bakugo easily pulled ahead with Todoroki. It wouldn’t do to stick too close anyway, the frigid air already causing their old injuries and joints to ache. They could hear Kirishima and Tetsutetsu from class B behind them as well as Sero and a familiar staticky voice.

Akira pulled up with Todoroki and Bakugo, scanning the pit with ropes and pillars for distances and weak points as the other students pulled up behind them. Akira was about to start warping when a pink-haired support course girl started showing off her inventions. Clever, I should see if she has ideas for my braces.

Shaking out of their thoughts, Akira took a running start before warping, much like in the quirk assessment the drop dispelling their clone as they landed at the closer edge of a cluster of platforms. Slipping into a familiar roof hopping rhythm, they practically glided across the pit, only falling a few places as support girl, Tsu, and Uraraka had passed them.

Right, this is where you want to be. High enough to be noticed, but not high enough to be remembered. Akira watched the first few mines go off and paused at the entrance, calculating the distance. Hitting a mine would be to their benefit since it would dispel the clone, and with a stretch, two 20-meter warps should do the trick. Shit, that means I need to just start moving and warp when three have passed.

Shaking their head, Akira lightly stepped between mines, keeping an eye on the finish line as Todoroki and Bakugo struggled neck and neck. From the back, Akira could just make out Midoriya muttering and digging but barely spared him a glance. As they reached the midway point, deftly avoiding vine girl’s attempts to throw them off balance, a massive explosion sounded from the back. With a grin, Akira deliberately stepped on a mine and accidentally warped straight into another explosion, warping again in shock and landing just behind Midoriya. Shit.

As Present Mic hyped up Midoriya, Akira started jogging again, head spinning and ears ringing from the disorientation of two warps in a row. Bakugo and Todoroki quickly overtook them to Akira’s relief, securing 4th place as they picked up pace. Vine girl finished shortly after, and Akira watched from the side for the rest of Mad Banquet to finish. Shinso placed the lowest of their group at 27th, but they could only rely so much on other’s more physically suited quirks without his capture weapon.

As the cavalry battle was announced, Akira grinned at their group. ‘With weight distribution, it probably makes the most sense for me or Raven to be the rider. Since I can warp, I can probably touch down on other teams as long as I’m not on the ground. Animal Whisper, are your birds ready?’

Koda nodded eagerly, grinning.

‘Great! Then I think our strategy can still work out. Blank, remember to let us know when you’re about to get a nosebleed, and we can shift gears with Dark Shadow on the offensive.’

Glancing around, Midoriya was the only one not making a team out of just his classmates, rather grabbing Uraraka, the pink-haired support girl, and Aoyama.

When the fifteen minutes were up, Mad Banquet had their targets picked out and settled into position, band secured around Akira’s neck. At the start, while half the teams rushed Midoriya, Mad Banquet went after 2-3 person teams, Koda calling flocks of birds to disorient them and snatch a headband.  When the birds were too scared or were ineffective, Shinso briefly activated their quirk with a variety of false triggers so other teams would hand their headbands to him. Tokoyami ran defense with Dark Shadow snapping at anyone who got a little too close. Hearing the quiet footfalls of another 4-person group, Akira shifted left, the group darting to the side as Monoma barely brushed their arm.

The blonde gasped, doubling over in pain. ‘Shit, what’s his quirk?’ Akira asked, Koda interpreting. His team looked at them, conflicted. ‘What’s his quirk?’ Akira signed more emphatically.

“Copy,” the blonde gasped.

Akira sucked in a breath, signing to the camera that he’d need medical attention. ‘Do you have a way to release a quirk? How long has it been since you ate and how many calories was it?’

“He ate an omelet this morning, and he can’t, it’s just gone after a few minutes.” The shadow kid supplied.

‘You need to see Recovery Girl immediately after this. Tell her you need Akira Mori’s emergency shake and their quirk exhaustion checkup.’

“What the hell is your quirk?” the brunette asked.

‘That’s just the drawback,’ Akira signed as Dark Shadow snatched his three headbands.

“It seems Team Monoma is having some trouble! Akira Mori’s quirk is warping, quite rare but with a quite painful drawback one of the listeners is now experiencing,” Present Mic announced over the loudspeaker.

“That is a risk anyone with a copy quirk takes when they don’t know the person they’re copying. Some drawbacks are minor while others take a lot to manage,” Eraser Head said.

As the clock ticked down, Mad Banquet kept an eye out for teams trying to steal back points, and the flock of birds took a more defensive position, forming a tornado around them.

Teams Bakugo and Todoroki were relentlessly going after Team Midoriya for the ten million points, but Team Mori had already secured a minimum of 4th place. With 30 seconds left, Dark Shadow let out a screech as they couldn’t fully block a cluster of vines heading their way that took out some of the birds. Akira warped just as the vines would’ve hit their arm, landing on top of vine girl’s head. They waited for the vines to rapidly retract and almost collide as they warped back to their team, face scrunching as some of the thorns had lodged in their shoes.

The ground softened, Mad Banquet sinking under the weight as vine girl lashed out again.

“Time’s about up! Start the countdown,” Present Mic shouted as Akira warped on top of Shoji’s arms, abruptly being thrown forward as he stopped a charge towards their group. Warping again, Akira was slightly off as their group had to dodge and lost their balance.

Just as Koda caught them, the timer sounded, ending the cavalry battle. Slumping back, Akira gave a tired smile. ‘Let’s not do that again, okay?’ They abruptly jumped up, remembering Monoma. ‘Go ahead, I want to make sure he’s okay.’

As they passed the ice walls Todoroki made, they caught sight of Kaminari seizing again and waved a medic bot over. Turning on Todoroki, Akira raised their hands to start signing only to see the look of absolute horror and disgust on Todoroki’s face as he looked at his left arm. Later, need to check on Monoma they thought. Akira caught Todoroki’s eyes and signed ‘Talk later,’ hoping he got the gist.

Ducking into Recovery Girl’s tent, Akira saw Monoma looking much thinner than he did while they were fighting. ‘Did they say what happened?’ As Recovery Girl shook her head, Akira quickly signed what the boy needed.

“How the hell are you alive right now?” Monoma spat. “That was the worst passive drawback I’ve felt.”

‘Do you know JSL? Nurse can interpret then. My quirk is fueled by my metabolism, that’s why it felt like you were burning alive from the inside. If I have enough fat reserves, it just burns that instead of muscle, but if your quirk lasted much longer without you eating, the muscle atrophy would be a lot worse.’

“Why are you telling me this?”

‘If you’d asked, I would’ve warned you. Normally, I carry snacks on me for emergency boosts, but the festival wouldn’t allow them outside the rest areas. Speaking of which, I need to go refuel. Just, be careful whose quirk you copy.’

On their way back, they paused at Midoriya and Todoroki’s voices coming from the student and faculty entrance. Acknowledging Bakugo with a nod, they listened with growing frustration as Todoroki talked about his parents. Biting back their anger at the flame hero, Akira stalked into the cafeteria, glad to see Mad Banquet already there.

‘Blank, what would Eraser do if he found out one of his students was being abused by a pro hero?’ Akira seethed.

The group startled and Shinso slowly replied, “He’d beat the crap out of the hero and build a case against them. Why?”

‘Good to know,’ Akira signed and sat down to eat as the others stared. ‘And if they’re one of the Top 10?’

“He’d probably have to build a case before he could beat them up,” Shinso said slowly. “You going to explain?”

‘Not right now.’

“Are you in danger?” Tokoyami asked.

‘Not actively, no,’ Akira signed distractedly. ‘Oh, this isn’t about me.’

Mad Banquet stared at them for a long moment before exchanging glances and returning to their food. “Are you going to participate in the Recreational Games?” Tokoyami asked, pushing around his food.

‘No, I don’t want to overextend myself. Animal Whisper, it’d be a great way to show off your animal reconnaissance, especially with the scavenger hunt.’

“Hey, why don’t you save some food for the rest of us.” Akira tensed as some of the Gen Ed students walked past, echoing the sentiment of a brunette girl. “Wouldn’t want one of the precious ‘hero’ students to end up like Fat Gum.”

Akira bristled even as their food tasted like ash, ‘Fat Gum is one of the best-’

“Aw, it can’t even talk properly. What, you need-” the girl screeched as Dark Shadow rounded on her.

“The Mad Banquet protect our own. Bother one of us again, and we won’t hold the dark spirits back,” Tokoyami growled.

“Come on, Togeiki, they’re not worth it.”

“Yeah, let the freaks wallow on their own.”

Akira stared at their food a moment, appetite gone as they couldn’t help but think about the kids at base. Were they taking too much food? Other kids like Uraraka definitely needed more, and they actually had potential.

“-ri. Akira!” Dark Shadow chirped in their lap, and Akira realized they had zoned out and started rubbing their arm.

‘Sorry, thanks.’ Akira started petting Dark Shadow, grateful for the distraction. With some gentle prodding from the others, Akira finished the rest of their food as the group lapsed into silence. Maybe I should bring it up to Inui.

Notes:

Akira: already juggling c-ptsd, anxiety, chronic pain, homelessness, and villain attacks Me: eating disorder! Akira: …why

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[honeydewmuses-a]

@ericense said: &. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ;; ❛ pinky promise? ❜ -- Aaand for Mic!

"Pinky promise, kiddo." Mic shifts from a crouch to put one of his knees on the ground, holding out a pinky for her.

"I ain't going nowhere. And neither is Sho, and neither is Hitoshi. Cause we're a radical little family, and part of being a family is being able to count on each other.

"Just try to trust us, okay? No one's leaving, and nothing's gonna hurt you."

He smiles at Eri as he unlinks their pinkies and stands up. The instinct is to lift her onto his hip, but he doesn't. Not just yet. Not until she signals that she wants to come up.

"Now, you wanna go to the toy store? I got about 3000 yen and two hours off."

[short-black-diamond]

I’m broken, but pretty. Who wants me?

I had this idea in my head for a while...i wanted to try this out with Izuku and Shoji! Also, izuku and shoji are both crushing on you! 

and i still love izuku, i just post him as an idiot, but i will make more fluff of him and you...someday

warnings: Izuku x reader x shoji - i guess, izuku messes up, Shoji falls first, but you fall harder in a heartbeat and Izuku can’t help but watch as he misses his chance of asking you out and faces the consequences.

Did i use pronouns? I don’t think so. 

Gender? Nope

Have fun reading!

...

you glared at the boy in front of you with a murderous glint in your eyes. Everything he did, whether he opened his mouth, looked around, or even breathed - you couldn’t stand it. 

Not because you hated Izuku. No. You’d never hate that sweet boy. If anything, you’d rip your heart out just to get his attention. But right now, he was talking to Todoroki about the progress he’d made in english. 

You were better than Todoroki in english, why didn’t Izuku ask you? Also, come to think of it, you never really had any proper interaction with the cutie you’ve gotten that stupid crush on. 

How come...? 

It is already the end of the first semester! Throughout the sports festival, or the camp incident- hell, even the kamino incident, you two had never actually time to chat with each other. but, you also thought that the greenette would purposely avoid you. that thought made your little, fragile heart of glass break.

...

With your quirk, diamond, which allowed you to form your being into a living weapon like Yaoyorozu, with spikes adorning your limbs, your skin to harden like Kirishima’s, or your voice to echoed when you crystallised your throat and screamed like Present Mic. 

When you used your quirk, nothing could break you. Todoroki’s fire or ice only made you stronger, with the extra sand you carried around, you managed to ‘heal’ your broken or injured places and even won against him when you sparred against the boy. 

But, the drawback was that you looked...spooky. 

Shoji respected you for not covering up the consequence of your quirk overuse on your face. To put it easily, your face...it was broken. 

Yep.

Your right eye had a crack coming out from your iris and it went across your whole face like a spider’s den, but, you didn’t cover up. 

You liked that you looked like that, even when you might look scary. well, it was the drawback of your quirk. You were happy that it didn’t hit one of the nerves in your right eye, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to see. 

Also, Shoji was your best friend, along with Koda and Tokoyami.

...

“Um...hey?“, a voice called, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your wide eyes searched for the voice, and you only had to look to the left, where Izuku fiddled with his hands, not looking at you. 

Is-is he? is he talking to me-

“You know...since we didn’t really talk that much together...I would like to get to know you better...! I mean, only if you want to, of course.“

Huh, he really is talking to me. 

“And what should we do together?“

He didn’t look prepared. At all.

“Oh-um, well, I-I don’t know! W-we could uh-“

“Fight.“

“H-huh?“

“Let’s fight, Midoriya.“

“You mean like, training?“

“Mhm.“

“O-oh, um, yeah. Yes! Sure!“

...

You were training for a few minutes now. Where was he? The ground was wet with your sweat and you had to change your training area because of that. Now, you were hardening yourself. In your heart, there was a crack. 

That crack resembled the hurt Izuku had given you. He didn’t even show up. Such a freak. You got angry and groaned, your skin shining beautifully in your skin colour, but as if it’s made out of glass. 

“Ah, didn’t he come?“, a familiar deep voice called, and you didn’t need to know who it was. You shook your head. “Nope, and I’m such a dumbass for falling for it. You have any idea ho to push off some steam, Shoji?“

You now turned around and looked at his big frame. hot. He looked to the side. “Let’s get out of here. You’ve been here long enough.”

You nodded. You didn’t want to be here anymore either. Just as you left the gym, Izuku came storming into the place him and you agreed to spar on. He was here-but where were you?

One look at his watch told him that he messed up; He was half an hour too late.

He groaned, hitting his head. Of course you’d leave! He’s so stupid for talking to All Might earlier! 

He still couldn’t help but blush. Thinking that you’d even agreed to hang out with somebody like him...wow.

He still thought that he was undeserving considering the shit he’s been through. However, he was a little more confident, but not when it came to you. 

You, who was so, so beautiful despite your broken face which you got from fighting numerous villains, and it just added to your beauty. 

You, who was on top of the class, helping dumber students like Kirishima, Denki, Mina and Sero to lift the weight off of Bakugo’s shoulder with just a nod- to which Bakugo was very thankful for. 

You, who was very good in any language, english being your easiest subject. Maybe he should’ve asked you on a study date like Shoto advised the hopeless romantic to do, but Izuku was a freak. Too scared to confess, pussying out every time when he got closer to you than ten feet.

you, who only hung around the calmest students, like Kida, Tokoyami, Jirou, and...Shoji. 

Now, Izuku didn’t have anything against the gentle giant, but he was jealous od Mezo for being able to talk to you so effortlessly. Whenever your cute laugh blossomed in his hearing area, he whipped his head to you with a smile, only for it to fall the second he saw the reason you were happy. 

Shoji was perfect, he thought. 

Shoji understood you. 

Shoji was a respectful man. 

Shoji was polite. 

Shoji had a cool quirk.

Shoji was nice.

Shoji wasn’t shy. Shoji wasn’t scared of speaking his mind. Shoji was funny.

In other words, Shoji was everything Izuku wasn’t.

The freckled boy shook his head, tears already forming in his eyes. Now, he ran back, his heart wanting to find you. 

...

“N-no...“

“Yes.“

You were laughing your ass off as Shoji told you an embarassing story of him trying to dance gangnam style on ‘just dance’ and how he felt like one of the dancers, saying that he was really feeling it, and he even made a short dance of hopping around and crossing his hands, singing ‘Opa gangnam style!’ right next to you.

Even though you two were in public and people were staring, you and Shoji couldn’t care less. It was nice to have Shoji as a friend. ouch

It was sunset now, and Shoji and you were on your way back to the dorms. He had his hands in his pockets, his bag resting behind him with one of his many arms holding it. You had your bag in front of you and holding it like a stereotypical anime girl.  

Your eyes were closed as you laughed, and Shoji watched you with a covered, fond smile. Then, when your laughter slowly died down, he looked to the ground again, taking deep breaths. Then, he stopped walking, and you took three steps forward, then you stopped too when he didn’t go. 

“Shoji...?“

“...“, he only looked to the side, as if contemplating on telling you something.

you snickered again. “What is it, Shoji?”, you asked, smiling at the boy with fondness written all over your face. He took one last deep breath before taking a step towards you. “well, I- woah!”, he said, falling onto his left knee, but balancing himself again. 

“Um, you okay?“

“Y-yeah, guess I just fell for you. That’s all.”, he chuckled, resting his arms on his right knee, looking up at you with cheeky anticipation. And hope.

You, were speechless for a moment. Did he just...confess? 

“I-you-huh?“, you only made out before Shoji sighed, taking both your hands caustiously and slowly, as if he was ready to let you go when you wanted to. 

“I fell in love with you, you know? You’re amazing. You’re-“

he kissed one of your hands through his clothed lips, and you still felt goosebumps traling up your arm and how it spreaded all over your body.

“-beautiful-“

another kiss towards your knuckles, 

“-strong-“

much more kisses now, going slowly up your arm, and you let him. you wanted this...somehow. sure, the six-armed handsome young man you had could be a little blunt, but you didn’t know about Shoji’s straightforwardness. you felt your face heating up with every kiss he took.

“-brave, sweet, nice, and kind-“

now, he was kissing your cheek. you held your breath, waiting for him to kiss you on the lips. 

“can I...kiss you?“, he murmured softly against your lips, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. and he had a finger hooked around the mask covering his lower face, slowly pulling it down. 

He wasn’t going to...take it off, right?

“Please,“, you moaned breathlessly against Shoji, and he really took off the mask. He smiled shyly up at you. you cupped his face, tracing your thumbs against his long lips. 

I wanna kiss you..., you thought. 

Then you blinked. Wait. what am I doing? I have a crush on-Izuku...yeah, no. Fuck him.

I...I want to kiss Shoji. ,embarassed about that thought, you looked at Shoji’s closed eyes as he let you look and touch at the rest of his face. you were proud of yourself for being such a good person that even Shoji decided to show his face to you. 

It was even a surprise at how much more beautiful the boy in front of you looked. He looked...complete.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined...”, muttered softly, trailing his lips and jaw. His breath hitched in his throat and his blissed out face got red. “What...what did you imagine me looking like without my mask on?”, he asked, eyeing you suspiciously, but you were too in trance at how pretty the boy you held looked like.

“Dunno, I already forgot...”, you trailed off as you inched closer to his face, slowly closing your eyes. He did the same and soon, your lips met perfectly. Slowly, as to not ruin the moment, you parted before kissing him again, and again and again. 

...

Izuku ran back to the dorms. He didn’t think that you might have grabbed a bite, because you always only brought some water with you and lunch. 

He still cursed himself for staying too late chatting away with his mentor, but then something caught the corner of his eye as he was about to reach the doorknob. 

He finally saw you, but what were you doing with Shoji? Why are your faces so close? 

Are you two...kissing?

...

...

..

..

.

.

Oh. 

Tears were now streaming freely from his face and he had to clench his teeth as to not let any sound escape from his mouth. He turned away and opened the door, and dashed into his room. 

Meanwhile, you were kissing the man kneeling in front of you with such a gentle way you’d sworn to only use on Izuku. But, guess you had a change of plans. (cue to me winking stupidly) 

After a while, you parted with ragged breaths and taking in the other person. you spoke first. 

“You really fell in love with me?“, you asked with a smile.

“Yes.“, he replied in a heartbeat.

“Well, shall we-“

“Dorm.“

“But-“

“Dorm.“

“Okay, let’s go.“

And finally, Shoji stood up from his knee and led you inside, but not before pulling his mask in its original place. One of his hands was resting on your lower back and another hand formed into a mouth, telling you to follow him, which you did.

You two ended up cuddling. Have some dignity you pervert. 

...

After some months of dating, you and Shoji were ready to tell the class.

“Aww, you guys are so cute together!“, Mina cooed, looking at you, who was holding one of Shoji’s arms, with a teary smile on her face.

Izuku didn’t smile. He only looked at you with a hollow expression, heavy eyebags and pale skin engraved themselves into the poor boy’s body. 

He sighed, looking at his notebook again. There was a drawing of you smiling, despite your broken face. 

Izuku thought you looked absolutely perfect.

[insomniac-jay]

Pro Hero Kids: Canon x Canon Edition

Yukumo Kayama

Parents: Midnight & Mt. Lady

Hero Alias: Dreaming Hero - Morphea

Quirk: Dream Cloud - She can produce pink, sweet smelling clouds of various sizes that can cover an opponents head and make it seem like they're living out their wildest dreams.

Appearance: Yukumo is a slender young woman of average height with light brown skin, dark brown hair (thank @calciumcryptid for brunette Mt. Lady agenda) and dark pink eyes. Her hair is always styled in a vintage way as she's fond of those kinds.

Miyumi Usagiyama

Parents: Fuyumi Todoroki & Miruko

Hero Alias: Frosty Hero - Snow Bunny

Quirk: Snow Bunny - Miyumi has rabbit features but can also create and manipulate ice. She has resistance to cold thanks to her powers.

Appearance: Miyumi is short and chubby with dark brown skin, curly white hair, and black eyes. She has rabbit features such as long ears and a fluffy tail. While she's on the heavier side, Miyumi is very fast and has strong legs.

Tenzu Iida

Parents: Ingenium & Manual

Quirk: Hydropump - Tenzu has a series of pipes along his arms that can release powerful jets of water. He can use these jets to propel himself, especially when in water.

Appearance: Like many members of the Iida family, Tenzu has a tall, brawny frame. He has medium tanned skin, brown hair with streaks of dark blue, and red eyes. Like his father Tensei, Tenzu's engines are on his arms.

Oboro Yamada

Parents: Eraserhead & Present Mic

Hero Alias: Quiet Hero - Silencer

Quirk: Hush - Oboro can lower the volume or completely silence any noise around him, even from himself, by making eye contact with the source.

Appearance: Oboro is a mix of both his fathers with his pale skin, messy yellow hair, black eyes, and slim, slightly lanky figure. He wears a pair of round sunglasses that always seem to rest on the bridge of his nose.

Kyoko Yamada

Parents: Eraserhead & Present Mic

Hero Alias: Melodic Hero - Sound Siren

Quirk: Harmonize - Kyoko can split her voice into different volumes that each have a different effect when heard. The louder volume can completely deactivate a person's Quirk for an hour while the lowest volume causes disorientation.

Appearance: In contrast to her brother, Kyoko has black hair, green eyes, and Hizashi's skin tone. Her appearance is more well kept as she tends to curl her hair and wears a bit of makeup from time to time.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @s0ursop @peachyblkdemonslayer @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @pizzolisnacks

[bluecookies02]

PRESENT MIC X TIGER nsfw; mdni

summary: Yawara and Hizashi have been flirting for months now, and after a rough fight they choose to act up on their feelings

cw: fingering, creampie, usage of daddy once teasingly, pinning, Tiger's phat pussy

word count: 2.5k

a/n: commission done for @the-cookie-guy

"Have I been here before?" Mic talks to himself, looking at the same shades of green for the past 10 minutes. His wounds were starting to tingle and burn quite a bit, and he knew that if he didn't find his way out soon he'll have to resort to yelling again. His vocal cords wouldn't appreciate that right now so he does his best to wake up his inner instinct that he abso-fucking-lutely doesn't have. But that doesn't stop him from convincing himself that he "feels the exit 'this way' " for the third time that night.

Despite having a long ranged quirk he always somehow got his fair share of injuries and he was once again left to drag his ass home.

It's what his job comes with and he wouldn't have it any other way, yet he hates the moment when he has to go to an empty home and scrap himself back together. Even someone as cheerful as him can have their spirit broken up sometimes, battles pick no favorites.

The adrenaline was still rushing through his body, and he was hyper-aware of his surroundings. Tall trees and thick bushes didn't give him any sense of security, terrain like this being his weakness, that's why he didn't let himself relax just yet. Soon he'll be out in the clear, and he can get all of the rest he deserved.

His mind recalls the fights, moments where he could've done better. He doesn't loathe it but he wants to make a great effort to improve. Since his quirk isn't as advanced in hand-to-hand combats he relies heavily on other people's protection sometimes. He replays the scene of his close colleague jumping in to fend off a handful of villains off his back, one after the other as he just stood there, caught by surprise. He didn't even see any of them, and he didn't pick up on any movements or sounds.

Finally, street lights shine from the end of the woods, making him sigh in relief.

He feels disoriented, the fight started while the sun was still out, and now he can see the moon through the leaves, shining down on him. He's not particularly tired physically, but his mind craves some deserved rest. Maybe he'll grab a drink or two with his friends or go and indulge in a late-night coffee with someone on the way.

He hears chatter, a familiar crowd of people sticking out on an empty street. He's immediately a bit better, soaking up in their liveliness. Some have bandages all around their limbs, ice packs pressed to their bruises yet they are still as cheerful as they were before. Not everyone had a spirit like theirs, if he could pick, he would always choose to go on missions with them.

As soon as someone can spot him, they are yelling his name, relieved and happy to see that he's okay.

He speeds up to the sidewalk, eager to join in.

"I'm sooo glad all of you are okay, that was a rough one out there" he gleams, rushing to greet everyone. He's a tad bit too loud, the control over his voice not worth the effort but thankfully no one seems to mind.

"Mhm! They scattered us around pretty well, it took ages to regroup! But with you, we have everyone here" Pixie chimed in, giving him a bottle of water and a first aid kit. He chose to sit on a bench, spraying some water on his surface injuries before deciding which ones are worth the bother of patching up.

"We have to go and assess the damage and give that boring report, but we believe Tiger can help patch you up and you both can join us for dinner later if you're not too exhausted!" Pixie urged, a wink sneaked in after she glanced at Tiger.

They were quick to leave, a bit too quick and Mic knew there was something suspicious. Well, he also knew what that "something" was, and he didn't mind. Being a wingman himself he saw right through the wingladies cheeky tactic.

"What took you so long" a teasing voice came above him, accompanying him on the bench.

"Sorry, not all of us are as familiar with this area as you, Tiger" he teased back, looking him up and down.

He barely had a scratch on him, the only telling sign that he was in any kind of fight would be the torn thigh highs and the mud on his skirt.

"Those look better that way anyway" Mic muses, watching as Tiger takes hold of the gauze, looking around to see if anyone was still close enough to hear.

"You're impossible" he comments, grinning like an utter fool.

"Aha, and you obviously can't resist my charms, at leasI try to hide it" Mic hikes up his shirt, showing the wound on his ribs.

"I'm pretty sure I just need this one taken care of, the other ones are child's play!" he pulls the shirt up a bit more than necessary, extremely bold with his efforts. It's been going on for months now and he was eager to finally push it in a more serious direction.

"Be gentle~" his muscles flex, and he's sucking in his stomach when the cold water hits his injury, trailing down to his belly button before Tiger secures everything with gauze and bandages. He lingers with his palm on his stomach, admiring how small Mic was compared to his large fingers.

Mic's face is flushed, embarrassed by the way his body shook and trembled at the cold, and he's ready to lower his shirt but he takes note of his colleague, his cheeks painted dark crimson and his lips tugged beneath his teeth.

"Don't tell me you're blushing...ah~ how unprofessional of you!" Mic tugs his shirt up further, watching Tiger's every move.

"I might have a nasty scratch somewhere here, why don't you take a look?" and he thinks it might've been too far when Tiger forces his shirt down, leaning dangerously close to his face.

"We don't want to end up on the cover of some tabloid now, don't we?" he pulls Mic up by his wrist, straightening himself out.

"My place is two blocks from here...I would assume-"

"Oh shit, yeah uhm, sure" Mic fails to hide his excitement as he's being pulled (more so dragged down the street). He passed out and this is all inside his head. He's positive.

He suddenly feels none of his injuries, adrenaline ringing in his ears. They're quick to fumble inside the apartment, and Tiger has him pinned against the door, his breath hot against his cheek.

It's not unusual for heroes to get tangled in various sexual relationships with each other. Work came with an awful lot of stress and responsibility so blowing off some steam was necessary once in a while. Mic sure put a ton of effort to get him this riled up, it wouldn't be a shame if this night was fleeting.

"You're vile, Hizashi, just asking me out on a date would've been fine" Tiger guides them to his room, messily kissing Mic and almost having him trip over all of his toys. Hizashi doesn't comment on it, but he finds it so painfully adorable, keeping the topic locked up for now until he wants to mess with him again.

"Well, a date would be too simple? No?" He mumbles, careful not to bump into something as he grabs Tiger by his forearms, pushing him back a bit.

The older man fights the whine threatening to spill past his lips, watching tentatively as Mic discards his headpiece, placing it on the bedside table.

"Don't tell me you didn't like all of the attention? The buildup? I'm the number one romantic in this town!!" He questions, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, kissing him once again, inching them towards the bed. His leg is propped between Yawara's thighs, his body weight leaning against the muscular man.

Tiger's heart thumps in his throat as his knees hit the bed, Hizashi following him right when his back hits the mattress.

Mic's lips crash into Tiger's and his touch is urgent, confident, already ghosting over any exposed patch of skin he can reach. He's barely letting himself breathe, holding the back of Yawara’s head as he mewls against his mouth. His boney fingers dip into the plush of his exposed thighs, the skirt he was wearing riding up to his hips.

They're soft now, the muscles he wore with confidence melting due to his quirk.

If they weren't so pent up, they could take their sweet time, but tonight, it would be agonizing. Months worth of courting each other caused them to act desperate and hungry, and in addition, they couldn't foresee that today would be the day it would all snap.

"You want this so bad don't you daddy? Someone to take care of you? Don't be shy!" It's not a real question, it's a sarcastic and playful remark, yet Yawara still nods, spreading his legs further apart. He already accepted that nickname from how often Mic used it, might aswell be a brat and ignore it out of spite.

Mic drags his tongue over his teeth, inching his fingers to his hips like he's contemplating if taking everything off is worth it. He looks so pretty like this, Hizashi wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't get a chance to see that skirt bouncing as he fucks the man, his dick throbbing at the thought. His fingertips slip over the wet patch of his panties, cooing at how warm it is, dipping further between his legs.

"I'm just playing nice 'Zashi, don't think I'll let you have your way every time" Tiger keens, his hand reaching down to push his underwear to the side.

And despite being so turned on right now, Mic's heart flutters at that last part, not being able to linger on the topic for longer now that he gets a glimpse of Yawara's pussy.

He makes an oath to have a good taste whenever that 'next time' happens. He might act tough now but if he got any more riled up than he already was, he might as well cream his own pants. That's definitely not a great first impression, right?

"What if you like it so much, you can't resist having me in charge again and again and again~..."

Slowly he works him open, stretching him out with care, showing him that he knows his body like the back of his hand despite touching it for the first time ever. That weird feeling of having your first night with someone and everything just slots into place.

Yawara struggles in his hold, grabbing ahold of his forearm, urging him to go deeper, even though his knuckles are fully pressed in, two fingers pumping in and out of his cunt.

"And what if I think that you're not that good?" he bites back when Mic's palm presses flush against his clit, deep, fast strokes of his fingers causing it to rub against the overly sensitive nub.

Mic hums, plastering his free hand over Tiger's crop top, his nails poking at the hardened nipples, flicking them gently as they become more and more prominent under the fabric. In contrast, his chest is soft to touch, tits jiggling with every violent thrust of his hand.

There's a hiss that leaves Yawara's lips, followed by a rough growl, thrusts of his hips becoming erratic and rushed.

Tiger drools, stealing glimpses of Mic's pants, the smell of him filling his senses. And maybe he doesn't even know it, but the subconscious sway of his hips against thin air gives out exactly how impatient he's getting.

"You anxious about fucking me properly?" Tiger urges, pulling Mic down for another long, sloppy kiss.

With a low groan, he unbuttons his belt, pulling Yawara's body to the edge of the bed so that he can line up with his hole, his clothed cock pressed flush against him, where his fingers were mere moments ago.

Tiger feels empty, and he's dangerously close to begging, the feeling in his tummy familiar, nearing his high.

Mic isn't as chatty anymore, his witty comments fading away when he takes his dick out of his boxers, sinking it inside Tiger's waiting pussy in one swift motion.

His cock twitched as soon as he bottomed out, his hips jerking into him out of instinct.

Mic was the only man Yawara knew, who could pound his pussy so ruthlessly while his hands still explored his body so sweetly. It was intoxicating, addictive and he needed more. He needed him. Despite him holding his hips down, he managed to sway his hips just right, meeting Mic's thrusts one by one. Mic's strong hands tangled in his skirt, using it as leverage as he fucked into the older man.

He admired the way his pussy took him so well, his cock disappearing all the way in and then coming back out. He was hazed, forgetting how much time passed as he plowed in and out of Yawara, the intoxicating rhythm putting a strain on his muscles as he couldn't have it in him to slow down.

Tiger was a mess, whines and cries coming from his sore throat as he begged for him to make him cum.

With a hard grip on his ass and more praise for the way he took him so well...that was it. He couldn't take it anymore. He was pounding that spot just right and his hands were sending shivers through him. He couldn't hold back anymore and Mic could tell. He was clenching down on him as he continued to slide in and out, eager to keep him inside or get him deeper.

Hizashi leaned over him, his body propped on his strong chest, hands sneaking under the small of Yawara's back.

He somehow became lighter, easier for Mic to raise up, until Mic noticed the structure of his body going slack, partially limp in his hold as Yawara stretched and tried to hold onto Hizashi.

His pace was deep and more meaningful, his cock dragging along the velvety walls that were squeezing him of every drop he had. The feeling of him throbbing as his warm cum painted his insides white threw Yawara over the edge, his legs shaking as he continued with small ruts into his shivering cunt. A particularly load moan came from Hizashi, the control on his quirk faltering. Yawara squeezed his legs tight around his torso, his back arching into the other man's grip.

Hizashi can now practically wrap his palms around his waist, his fingertips almost touching.

He curses himself for finding it hot, and amongst many kink, this might be the most unique one he's gonna develop.

Mic moves to pull his dick out slowly, smearing the cum that threatened to spill onto the sheets with the tip of his cock.

"So...can I take you out on a date?" Mic mumbled, letting out an airy laugh.

"Only if I get to make it even for this first." Yawa grins, adjusting his underwear back in place.

They are kinda awkward for a while until Tiger pulls Mic to his chest, letting him rest there until both of them are ready to get up. His limbs are somewhat normal now but he's soft enough for Mic’s head to sink comfortably into the plush skin.

“I probably should've warned you about my quirk…I'm sorry that you had to see that. I never managed to control it” Yawara sighs, ears turning red in embarrassment.

“...I'm gonna be honest, If I wasn't hard in the first place, that would make me pop a boner on the spot”

Mic moves to drape his arms over him, adjusting himself on his breasts. “Don't worry about it okay, I very much don't mind” he mumbles, his cheeks squished against his chest as he sinks deeper, exhaustion catching up. Yawara only hums in response, cuddling into him.

And if Yawara kept his end of the promise that same morning, he's to have a very uncomfortable few encounters with his neighbors.

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[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 3

I was standing against the rail behind my class, looking down at Bakugou fighting Tokoyami. However, I didn't have to wait long because Tokoyami gave up. I turned around to make my way toward the arena, even if there was a little break before the final match.

I stopped in front of a vending machine to buy some (sweets/snacks) and ate them. From my peripheral vision, I saw Hitoshi and I turned toward him.

I decided to not wear the new jacket I was given, and Hitoshi had taken off his t-shirt and gave it to me.

"You know that you'll have to give me that shirt if that one gets ripped, right?" He said while pointing at his black t-shirt covering my body. It was a bit tight and I was highly uncomfortable because of that.

"I don't know why you love that shirt so much," I kept eating and he took some of it from my hand. I jokingly growled at him, and he chuckled and suddenly hugged me.

I couldn't contain my surprised yelp at how out of character he was being. But I didn't pay too much mind to that because he began sobbing.

"Hey, w-why are crying, S-Shi-chan?" My hand went up to caress his hair and he pulled me closer to his body.

"I-I wanted t-t-to win too... it's s-so frus-trating," his words were a bit muffled as he pressed his face to my chest, his sobbing not helping much either.

I didn't know what to say, so I just rocked his body side to side slowly. Eventually, he calmed down, and it was already my time to go.

"Come on, stop crying already, you have to go and cheer for me, right?" He pulled away sniffing and nodding, Hitoshi looked at me, his eyes puffy and red making his eye bags more prominent.

"And don't forget that ice cream you promised me." I laughed and nodded while I hugged him again.

"Wish me luck, Shi-chan~" my teasing tone had him blushing and looking away.

"I hate it when you do that..." he whispered and I giggled. His purples eyes locked onto mine and he got close to me, planting a soft and longing peck on my cheek.

He had his cheeks darker than ever and I pressed my lips against his forehead.

"See ya~," I walked away towards the arena, feeling slightly nervous.

I got there relatively quickly, and Bakugou and I were standing in front of each other, ready to win.

"The last battle of this U.A Sports Festival will finally begin! The top of the first years will be decided on this fight! The finals! From the Hero Course, Bakugou Katsuki! Versus, the young boy who seems invincible, front General Studies, (L/n) (M/n)!" Bakugou scoffed at my presentation.

"Invincible my ass," I couldn't hold my chuckle and he growled at me, his scowl deepening.

"Ready?! Start!!" The very moment Present Mic's voice stopped, Bakugou propelled himself up in the air with an explosion. I kept my eyes on his arms the whole time while my quirk activated.

I moved to one side a mere second before he could explode my face off. He seemed to have noticed my movement and changed his attack, but I stopped his arms, and his quirk didn't work.

His face was full of surprise, and he barely landed on his feet because he couldn't use his explosion to balance himself.

"Why don't we have a fistfight? You seem to rely a lot on your quirk," he was angry, but not quite yelling at me.

"Okay, I'll beat your ass still, Tsuki-chan~" his cheeks went red at the nickname I called him, and charged at me when I gave him his arms' mobility back.

It was like I could see him in slow motion. Right before he could punch my face, I grabbed his fist and turn it behind his back.

"This seems to have turned into a quirkless fight! The pride of both men in game!" Bakugou struggled a bit, but still manage to break away from my grip.

He had the angriest face I have seen in him, not even the one he made at Monoma during the Calvary Battle was close to this one.

"You bastard..." I have had enough of this little kids' game, so I ran at him and got ready to punch his abdomen.

He dodged with an explosion that made me cough because of the smoke.

So he changed his mind about the no quirks thingy, eh?

"If I can't win this battle, you won't win either!" I heard the explosion Bakugou was making and when I looked over my shoulder, I saw him spinning in the air.

"He added speed and turn to the big explosion we saw against Uraraka! He's like a human missile!" Mentally, I had to agree to Present Mic statement.

I lowered my body and placed my hands on the ground, enhancing my arms and getting ready to dodge.

"Let's see if you can stop this, fucker!" He screamed, his voice getting out louder over the noises of his explosions and the cheer of the crowd. Well, at least I could hear him. "Howitzer Impact!"

Now!

The big explosion made it impossible for me to see where Bakugou exactly was, and the brightness made me have to close my eyes.

I went way too high up!

The smoke was clearing off and I saw Bakugou on the floor, he stood up and looked around the arena. The audience was confused as to where I had gone.

And that was when gravity hit me, and I began to fall. Hearing the people, Bakugou looked up and was about to do another explosion, but he seemed unable to and had gripped his forearm.

I kept my eyes on his legs...

1...

2...

3...

Bakugou looked up and I saw his scowl turn into... worry?

4...

The ground was extremely close, and I noticed Cementoss touching the cement on his stand. He probably was going to do something to stop my fall to death. Or lessen the wounds at least.

5!

I straightened my body and enhanced my legs. A wince of pain went past my lips, feeling how tired and worn out my legs were getting. But this was it, I couldn't give up now.

I covered my eyes when I got too close to the impact, and the ground from the arena broke. The wind's force was too much, making my hair flow. I opened my eyes, slowly.

"Bakugou-kun is out of bounds! Which means (L/n)-kun it's the winner of this year's Sports Festival!" I was panting while my legs collapsed, and I ended up sitting down in the arena.

My eyes were watering as I heard my class screaming my name. But Hitoshi's voice was the only one I could hear at the moment.

I won Shi-chan... for you.

[honeydewmuses-a]

“Correction!!! We’re getting old, and that’s high key poggers because it means we can intentionally misuse slang and watch the kids’ faces scrunch up as all their willpower goes into not either facepalming or correcting us!!”

Sigh.

“I’m getting old.” 

[sharkdream3421]

Izuku Midoriya X Male Orca Reader - Hidden Truths

Let's start this serious chapter with a cute Izuku gif!

Before you read, I recommend that you read my Izuku X Reader - Ignored Inheritance and my Toru Hagakure X Reader first.

Okay let's get to the story now.

Warning: Mineta makes an inappropriate comment.

Summary: You tell Izuku that you know about One for All.

You made it home and your parents were both in their room undressing out of their hero outfits. You noticed because the light was on in their room.

Just great. You thought.

The least thing you wanted was to talk to your parents after having to wait to go to the park and meet Izuku.

You sat on the living room couch to watch some TV. You turned on your favorite show, which was "Present Mic's fabulous talks." Even though your Dad kind of disliked the guy. You thought he was kind of cool or entertaining to say the very least. He did DJ tracks, interviews, and many more. When you will become a hero, you will do some of the stuff Present Mic does as well. Well...at least doing the interview part. Maybe then you could at least try to discourage discrimination among quirks.

You heard a door open, which you immediately could tell it came from your parents' room. Your father and mother walked in and immediately sat down on the couch next to each other with smiles on their faces.

"Hey little guppy, we saw your note, but try to text us next time when you're going out. How was your time out with your friend?" Your father asked.

You grumbled, "I told you not to call me 'little guppy.' I'm sixteen now."

Your father had a deep chuckle escape his throat, "I know son, I'm sorry I just enjoy calling you that sometimes."

You rolled your eyes as you sighed, "Anyway, me and my friend had a good time. We ate some ice cream with each other and talked not much else." You replied clicking onto another channel.

"That's good, hey we wanted to talk to you about something. It's about our family." Your mother spoke to you in a somewhat concerned voice.

You shut down the TV as you put the remote away and laid back.

"We have starting to notice that this family has been drifting apart a little lately and we know it's because we are all so very busy. Though, when we are home you tend to avoid us Y/N, why is that? We're your parents you know you can talk to us if anything is wrong." Your mother explained.

You grumbled once again as you put your claws over your face. They would never understand, you can't tell your Dad that you went into his office and now know about the provisional license exam. They also wouldn't stop being overprotective despite you telling them you can handle yourself. They say they "understand" when they freaking don't!

You stood up from your seat as you looked at them with a serious look on your face.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't care. The problem is that you guys keep texting me every goddamn time that I can't even have time to myself that's why a wrote a note instead of texting! Your all so overprotective that your not even letting me have a chance to prove myself that I can take care of myself!"

Your father stood up and put a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to stop you from going out the door. "Hey, your mother and I aren't done talking yet and you don't talk to my wife like that! You can't just leave!"

Your sharp teeth showed as you retaliated with shoving him, "Leave me alone!" You shouted as you opened up the front door of the house and left.

"Y/N!" Your Dad shouted.

Kugo felt a hand on his shoulder, and when he turned around he saw that it was his wife.

"Let him go Kugo, he just needs time to himself for now."

Kugo sighed very deeply as he relaxed.

"Okay, but we will talk about this with him later."

~~~~

You were in a spa with a bunch of the other guys in class 1-A. You sat with Izuku enjoying the nice warm water going against your rubbery skin. You wore a white towel over the bottom part of your body to cover up your private parts.

"Hmm I wonder what a fish's we we looks like." You heard someone mumble.

You saw that Mineta went under the water! No freaking way! That damn pervert! No way he was going to see your nuts!

Everyone in the spa heard Mineta and immediately jumped out of the pool along with you. Mineta's head appeared out of the water as he cried like the baby he was.

"Aww come on Y/N! I just wanted to see what your balls looked like." Mineta yelled crying like a baby.

This fithy pervert! You had it you were going to kill him! You bent down and picked up Mineta and threw him in the air. Like really really high, almost to even to outer space.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" You heard the pervert shout.

You sighed contently, "Finally, got my revenge. I always hated that guy."

Everyone just stared at you shocked. Not even a word come out of anyone's mouth after what had just happened.

You saw Mr. Aizawa come out from the summer camp building with his hands in his pockets.

"What happened? I heard screaming from here?" Aizawa questioned.

You looked at Mr. Aizawa with an apologetic look, as you itched your dorsal fin.

"Uh Mineta just tried to assault me, sort of. Sorry Mr. Aizawa." You replied. You felt bad for having to have Mr. Aizawa out here now instead of relaxing inside the building.

Mr. Aizawa just waved his hand off at you like he didn't care, "It's okay I believe you I never liked that guy either. I'll save him later, just enjoy yourselves in the spa for now."

"You know Y/N, that was kind of crazy." Izuku said looking up at you.

"I kinda don't regret it." You said.

You then suddenly heard the girls from the other side of the fence praise you, "THANK YOU Y/N! WE HATED MINETA!"

"Or maybe it was a good thing?" Izuku said as he laughed lightly and itched at the back of his head embarrassed.

~~~~

You chuckled at remembering the memory. You and Izuku were close friends, you could trust him. He can trust you with his secret about his quirk, but you thought about telling him about the provisional license exam. You can't keep secrets from your best friend right?

It's 8 PM and you saw Izuku walking towards you wearing his normal outfit that he wears in the dorms and his light blue hoodie. When it came about Mr. Aizawa going around and asking about doing dorms for class 1-A to ensure more safety for the students. Your Mom and Dad politely declined, which made you all the more frustrated. It was mainly because they were "at home to protect you."

"Hey Y/N, why are we meeting here at 8 PM? It is getting kind of late." Izuku said with a concerned look on his face.

You sighed as you patted down at the bench, "Take a seat Izuku, I have something important to talk about with you."

Izuku sat down on the bench and looked at you awaiting for your answer. You took a deep breath as you looked up at him with a serious expression.

"I know about your quirk Izuku, it came from the big head honcho didn't it?"

Izuku's pupils dilated as his entire face overcame with shock. He knew you were talking about All Might.

"Whaaa!? How did you know?! Who told you!?" Izuku shouted.

"Shhhhh! It's freaking 8 PM man, I wanted to talk to you about this in a quiet spot where no one could hear us." You replied.

"Okay okay sorry, just how did you know?"

You sighed as you itched a finger on the side of your face, "Well I kind of figured out myself. There were a couple signs that showed it. You gotta work on hiding your quirk better."

You smiled as you put Izuku's hands into your big ones, "Izuku, don't worry about it. Not to be rude, but I think some of the people in our class are a little oblivious about your quirk. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

Izuku looked up at you with a big smile on his face, "Y/N...t-thank you. Although, maybe I do need to work on hiding my quirk better?"

A deep chuckle escaped your mouth, "Hell yeah man."

"Izuku how did you get his quirk?" You asked.

Izuku told you everything from one for all, All for One, and how he was even quirkless at first.

You gave him a hug as you rubbed his back softly, "I promise you Izuku, anyone can become a hero with or without a quirk. All that matters is the heart. All Might clearly saw your spirit, and if he didn't give you his quirk. Then, I wouldn't have met you. You changed my life so much Izuku. Thank you! You would make a great hero someday." You told your best friend.

Izuku was speechless a little at first, but then a big smile appeared on his face. "Thanks Y/N, you would make a good hero too!"

"I guess we both would wouldn't we?" You propesed your idea.

Izuku looked over at the statue that was in the center of the park. "Yeah, we would."

You could tell him about the provisional license exam, but you pushed that aside. You knew you shouldn't even have known about your Dad being in the exam, but if somehow you got in trouble. You didn't want Izuku getting in trouble too. Your Dad was in your way from becoming a pro hero and you wouldn't let him stop you! You and Deku were going to do your very hardest and make it to the top!

Masterlist

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