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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.

Mina, 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.

Mina, 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 😤😤

[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.

[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.

----------

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

[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

[drumsticks-conundrum]

Welcome my newest OC

I’m back on a BNHA kick and got SUPER inspired to make a new OC! So without further ado… Aranea Kazunori! *PRESENT MIC VOICE*

“Her quirk?! SPIDER!!! She can do most anything a spider can! She can climb and jump to great heights with ease, and spin strong thread silk like webs that can be used for capturing prey… or in this case VILLAINS!!! Talk about an apex predator!!!”

Though her exterior is that of a fearsome spider. Her demeanor couldn’t be more different! She’s a kind soul that strives for equality for all beings, big and small. Even though she’s an underground hero, her tactics and work are well-known and credited when referencing high-risk rescue and recovery operations. Not being entirely fond of the media, she makes sure to stay away as much as possible due to past conflicts regarding her appearance. 

For the last 3 years she was working in the United States but found herself going to Japan due to an important request from an old friend. Bags packed and ready to go, she heads to Musutafu Japan to offer guidance to the newest generation of heroes.

More about her: 

While she can climb walls like a pro, there needs to be something for her to grip on or stab into like an ice pick to secure her legs. This means surfaces like glass, some tough metals, and sticky surfaces are a no-go!

She’s extremely attentive to the size of the thread she spins. She can spin 2 kinds. One with a sticky coating for capturing prey, and one without which is better for everyday use. The thread can be as thick as 1.5 inches in diameter or as thin as the sewing thread. After a large meal, she can spin up to 3 miles of thread in one sitting, though she gets quite hungry afterward. Unsurprisingly, she’s great at sewing, knitting, and crocheting!

For having 8 eyes, only 2 of them have average vision. However, she could probably benefit from glasses if they would fit her. Since her eyes aren’t always helpful, she navigates using vibrations in the ground and air around her. Even in the dark, she can sense someone’s faint breathing, which makes her great for missions where light might be scarce. 

She’s a powerful ally in landscapes with lots of obstacles like the concrete jungle and mountains, but in areas like open fields or out on the seas, she finds her abilities hampered. 

She’s a huge part of “The Quirk Conservation and Protection Alliance” (QCPA). An organization that fights against discrimination and protects citizens that have these unique abilities. She and many others worked together to help shape Quirk guidelines that later became law. Some of the legislation she has helped pass is the “Unlawful experimentation and Research Act”. Unsurprisingly, this is where she met Nezu. When the law was in the works, he heavily contributed to the cause due to his past abuse in the lab. 

When she was 9, she was transferred to a foster family and moved from Korea to a remote location in Eastern Japan. Later did she find out that the whole operation was for her protection after finding herself being kidnapped for illegal experimentation and exploitation. She escaped the ordeal, but is deeply ashamed of the extreme cruelty she inflicted upon her attackers all these years after. Since then she’s committed to resorting to violence as an ABSOLUTE last resort.

She has a natural talent for mentally grounding others in scary situations. No wonder she was hired to be a student guide. However, even though she’s usually very soft spoken and kind, she’s not afraid to serve up tough love when it’s needed. She makes sure to use a variety of teaching and guidance techniques to ensure each individual student gets what they need when they need it.

[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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@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."

[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.

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!

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Next part, Y/N will fight his Dad (Gang Orca) in the provisional license exam!

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[just-my-fandom]

Heartache (Shouta Aizawa x Pro-Hero! Reader)

A/N: Ooo-kay, finally back from my month long, needed break from writing. I’m kinda attached to MHA at the moment, so that is what I am taking requests for.

Summary; The two times where two of UAs teachers nearly lose their lives to protect their students, mindful of the child they have at home.

Request; Can we have some pro hero love where reader (pro hero) and Mr. Aizawa have a daughter and Thirteen who is readers best friend is said daughters god mom while Present Mic is the god dad plz

Akari- Japanese name meaning “Light”. Readers quirk is the ability to send large waves of energy a selective distance, and shield herself with said energy.

Two months prior- U.A.

“Alright, everyone,”

Shouta Aizawa seemed well too calm this early morning. Too calm despite the fact that he is holding a child on his hip, who looked all too like him.

“Today’s lesson is simple. Based on communication,” He starts, “Communication when it comes to citizens. This lesson will teach you how to comfort an injured or scared citizen during an attack, specifically women and children,”

“Uh, Mr. Aizawa?” Denki Kaminari was first to speak up, hand half raised in confusion, “Why do you have a baby?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Mina leans forward, eyes wide and gleaming happily, “That’s Mr. Aizawas and Neutron Shields baby! She looks just like him,”

“Lets not jump to conclusions,” Shouta hums, but the barely visible smirk on his lips lets his class know that the toddler is, indeed, his own, “I brought Akari here today for the lesson that will be taught. You will all need to learn and know how to comfort a child during an attack if the child has been separated from its parents,”

“Only, however,” Shoutas eyebrow raise causes his students to watch as his daughter leaned against his shoulder and glanced outward to the class, “Akari does have a quirk. It is similar to her mother’s, as Mina predicted, Neutron Shields. Meaning if she were to get defensive, you would have to calm the child from harming herself more, or you,”

“So we’re fighting a little brat,” Bakugou mumbles, rolling his eyes so when he looked back up to his teacher, said mans hair had raised and his eyes glowed red,

“Insult my daughter again,” Shouta threatens, instantly dropping his intimidating act when Akaris hand reaches up to pat his face. With a deep sigh, Shouta looks away from his daughter to his students, “No. Youre not fighting her. Simply consult her into comfort so she knows you’re not a threat. Akaris been taught how to control her quirk on demand,”

Lowering the toddler onto the floor, Shouta steps back as soon as his daughter began to tear up, twisting to reach for her father with quiet sniffles.

“Well?” Shouta eyes the students, when Akari hiccups and looks back to the teenagers, “She’s distressed,”

“I got this,” Kirishima is first to push out of his desk, hands out and steps slow as he approached the child, “Hey, Akari, it’s okay,”

Akari is swift to shake her head and twist her upper body away from the red head. On cue, a purple bubble surrounds herself, Bakugous brows pinching as Dekis mouth dropped, hand reaching over to pat Todorokis shoulder in amazement.

The bubble then expands to hit Kirishima and throw him off his feet, landing hard on his back so Akari blinked and giggled, loudly, the bubble then vanishing.

“Me next!” Mina exclaims, Akaris eyes flicking from the red head and to the pink skinned girl, who knelt down next to Kirishima and opened-closed her hands.

Hesitantly, Akami leant forward onto her hands and knees, ready to crawl up to the girl, but instead blinked so a bubble formed around Mina, the bubble suddenly shrinking so Mina shrieked and pressed her hands to the sides in an attempt to stop the shied like bubble from crushing her.

“Akari,” Shouta speaks up, his daughter blinking so the bubble vanished, her eyes shifting to her father before looking back to the class, Mina exhaling in relief and backing away.

“Come on, shit for brains,” Bakugou scoffs, standing to his feet so Akari stared at him, “We’ve trained with Neutron Shield before. The brats no different,”

“Akari is a child,” Todoroki reminds, on his own feet and stepping forward so Akari instantly reached up, the fire and ice powered male pausing to stare at her.

Her whine when he makes no move to pick her up causes him to do so, Shouta smirking as Akari stared at Bakugou and stuck her thumb into her mouth.

“It seems she has a favorite,”

USJ Training Facility

You weren’t sure what happened. As soon as you were in line of view, two of Shoutas students- Uraraka and Ashido- immediately began to panic from where they knelt down next to Thirteens collapsed figure.

“Mrs. Aizawa!” Mina cries, tears in her eyes as her hand rests on Thirteens shoulder, “Thirteen- she took a hit-!”

You are quick to move next to Ochaco, hand opposite of Minas so Thirteens head turned and her eyes weakly looked up at you,

“Thirteen,” You call, softly, “Hey. It’s okay,”

“I tried to protect them,” Thirteen murmurs, and you nod, sliding your arms beneath hers to heave her to her feet, Mina and Ochaco quick to stick their hands out in case she fell,

“You did,” You promise, “You did amazing, Thirteen,” Your eyes flick to the class, “Where’s Iida?”

“Getting help,” Mina heaves, shakily, “What- what’s going to happen to Thirteen?”

“Shes going to be okay,” You reassure, and shift Thirteens arm around your shoulders so she fell slump against your side, “I’m going to make sure of that,” Your eyes shift to your best friend, “Do you hear me, Thirteen? Akari needs her godmother in her life,”

“I’ll always be here for that angel,” Thirteen breathily laughs, watching as you looked over in alarm at the sounds of fighting, “Eraserhead. He stayed behind,”

“He can hold his own,” You murmur, but the doubt in your tone causes Thirteen to grasp the back of your suit,

“Go help him,” Thirteen demands, extending her free hand for Mina to drape at her shoulders, “I’ll be fine,”

You hesitantly peel away from the pro-hero, glancing between her and where the fighting could be heard, before you sprint down the steps, looking up in time to see Noumu, Shigarakis weapon, on top of your collapsed husband.

“Hey!” You call, raising your hands so a bubble surrounded you, expanding in a rush to hit Noumu so he stumbled off his feet, a good distance away from Shoutas figure.

Protect him. Protect him now.

With quick steps, you throw out a hand that forms a bright (Favorite/Color) bubble, which you slide under and next to Shoutas collapsed form so the bubble shielded both you and him.

“I always wondered when I would get to fight the famous Eraserhead and Neutron Shield at once,” Shigaraki speaks, your eyes shifting over your shoulder where he stood at one end of your bubble, while Noumu stood opposite of his leader,

“But defeating them both?” Shigaraki chuckles, “A dream come true,”

The first punch Noumu sends against your bubble creates severe damage to your shield. It cracks beneath his fist, giving the monster the confidence he needs to continue punching and clawing at the barrier,

“Mrs. Aizawa can’t take them both- not on her own,” Midoryia heaves from his spot in the water, where he, Mineta, and Asui hid a good distance from the battle.

“She has shields!” Mineta reminds, shivering in a panic, “She’ll be fine!”

“Ribbit, her bubble can only take a certain amount of damage before it breaks,” Asui states, “And the damage her shields take, her body takes,”

Where’s All Might when you need him?

With a weak breath, you slide your hand beneath Shoutas head, resting it in your lap as your muscles screamed for you to drop your shields.

“Honey,” You call, pleadingly, free hand resting over Shoutas chest- thankful to feel a heartbeat, “Baby, wake up. Please,”

Looking up, you watch as the top of your bubble cracks and shrivels in defeat, Noumu stepping back enough for the shield to drop and leave not only you, but now Shouta, vulnerable.

With a startled gasp, you raise your hand as Noumu then lunged at you, the shield only protecting your face, so the punch Noumu sends forces you feet back, tumbling backwards and onto your front, leaving Shouta out in the open yet again.

Fingernails grabbing at dirt, you moan out in pain, forcing your arms to push you to sit up, raising your head in time for Noumus claws to latch at your shoulders, shoving you onto your back, his weight forcing you to gasp for air at the pressure of him on your chest,

Raising a hand that clawed at his arm, you are quick to throw a shied, the edge slicing Noumus face so he only jerked back then growled down at you.

With wide eyes, you look over to Shoutas form, then up, at a distanced- “I am here!”

Noumus weight lifts as he departs, your lungs expanding as you gasped, coughing as you sit up, slowly moving up to Shoutas form.

“Help me get him up,” You demand, when Tsuyu and Mineta rush next to you, “Please,”

“Mrs. Aizawa- you’re bleeding!” Mineta stammers, your hand raising to your mouth where blood dripped.

Shaking your head, you allow All Might to take your hand and help you stand, “I’m not worried about me. Get him out of here,”

Camp Attack

Why were you struggling so hard to fight a girl with a knife? Maybe it was because you just couldn’t stomach the thought that your students- your husband were still somewhere in these woods, being attacked by someone else.

Your breaths are shallow by the time you pull yourself from your thoughts. With a hand grasping Togas wrist that held the knife, your eyes wildly search behind you, landing on two of your students,

“Asui, Uraraka, go,” You heave, grunting when Toga shoves at your front, “Go, now!”

Uraraka gasps in fear when Togas foot skillfully hooks around your ankle, jerking so you fell on your back with a pained grunt. Toga is quick to pin over top of you, knife held against the skin of your neck.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a pro-hero?” Toga grins, voice high as you narrow your eyes and suck in a deep breath through the nose, “You’ve gotten weak after having that stupid baby of yours,”

“Do not ever mention my child,” You heave, raising a hand so a shield formed, that instantly vanished when Togas knife slid across your neck, startling you to gasp in quick breaths,

“Mrs. Aizawa!” The two students shriek, your eyes pinching shut as you form a small bubble around you, successfully pushing Toga off of you so you could sit up and cough, hand covered in dark red blood.

You look over and form a bubble around Asui and Uraraka, looking back up at Toga when she giggles, dragging the blood covered knife across the bubble,

“You think a small bubble can stop me from getting what I want?” With a quick jab, the knife plunges into the bubble so you flinched and raised a hand to your neck.

Vision blurry, you blink, the bubble shattering so Toga giggled and lunges forward, not before a tongue shoots out and wraps around her, tossing her to the side and into a tree nearby,

“Mrs. Aizawa!” Uraraka quickly moves next to you, eyes wide as she watches you slowly lower back onto the dirt in defeat, “Mrs. Aizawa, stay awake!” Uraraka looks to Asui, alarmed to find Toga gone, “Tsu, go get help!”

“Uraraka, Asui!” The two girls look over, to find a group- consisting of Midoryia, Todoroki, Bakugou, Shoji, and Tokoyami- rushing towards them, “Come on! We’re heading back to the Camp!”

“Our pace will be slower with two injuries,” Todoroki states, eyes flicking to Midoryia on Shojis back, before he moves to help lift you up, your arms around his and Urarakas shoulders, “We need to find Mr. Aizawa, first and foremost,”

“They said we can use our powers to defend ourselves, and now we have two injured, one being a teacher,” Shoji states, “So don’t let anyone stop you,”

Present

“You shouldn’t be moving around so much,”

You hum through a light laugh, lifting your head from where you rocked back and forth on your feet, your daughter curled against you.

“I’m not dying, Shouta. I’ll be fine,” You feel Akaris hand graze across the stitches at your neck, as you turn to face your husband.

“That’s nothing to joke about,” Shouta steps up, sliding his hands under Akaris arms to peel her away from you and against his own shoulder,

“Just thought I’d give a little pay back for the heart attack you gave me during the USJ incident,” You shrug, frowning at Shoutas glare, “Okay. Sorry. But honestly, honey, I’m okay. Recovery Girl said I should be fully healed by next week,”

“Until then you should be resting,” You roll your eyes at Shoutas statement, turning to then pluck a shirt from your pile of laundry to fold,

“Take your own advance, honey. You haven’t slept a full night in three weeks,” You turn, hand at your hip, “Why don’t we call Hizashi and let him take Akari for a day or two? Give us time to rest?”

“If you want another kid, just ask,” Shouta smirks, your lips parting as he moves around you, laying Akari in her own bed in the corner,

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,”

“Do I, though?” Shoutas hands rest at your hips, and you smile, hand at his jaw to pull his lips against yours.

“Seriously, though,” You hum, “Hizashi would love to see his god daughter. I promised Thirteen I’d help her with her own recovery,”

“I swear you love Thirteen more than me,”

“Oh, definitely. No questions asked,”

“Fine, go ask her for another kid,”

“Nah, I like my kids to have your attitude,”

“Oh, sure,”

“Really!”

[bugsy-maria]

Shoto x SISTER! Reader

Warnings: mention of an abusive father, Injury to the reader, fighting, BSM

Quirk: Icy fire

Description: Fire as cold as ice can cause massive burns, Ice as hot as blue fire.

"May the best hero win!" I cheerfully said, sticking my hand out for Sho to shake. instead of the friendly competitive shake, I was hoping for from my dear old brother, I got a cold stare.

"We aren't siblings in this match, so don't you go easy on me." And with that being said in a voice just as cold and his stare he walks out of the waiting room. the door slamming shut behind him. even though what he said wasn't as nice as I was hoping, I still wore a smile on my face.

"that was a little rude, don't you think?" I looked over at Momo who was sitting on one of the chairs, phone in hand.

"He's just in a competitive mood right now is all," I said brightly. out of all of the Todorokis, I was by far the happiest. I walked out, making my way to the entrance of the arena. once I heard the two of us get announced, I walked up to the battleground.

"Todoroki VS. Todoroki! Who will win!?" Present Mic practically screamed. I saw Sho ahead of me, a flat unemotional look on his face. A look I only now saw during hero training.

"Good luck Sho!" I shouted across the dirt field. and with that, the battle begins.

ten minutes pass and not a single one of us has a scratch on ourselves. I didn't want to burn him or hurt him in any way so I planned to get him out of the white lines. his plan wasn't really defined to me though. he tried to immobilize me but I would just use my ice to create a shield around me. he's also tried to push me out of bounds but that never seemed to work either.

I created a bubble-like shield around me as Sho once again tried to immobilize me. I shot my shield apart into ice darts, shooting out in every direction. like a scene in a movie, everything was going in slow motion when I saw Endeavor standing, arms crossed, with a look of almost disappointment. why did it never occur to me that our dad would watch our fight in person? I knew I was going to beat Sho, I may be the younger twin but I had to train for a full year more than Sho with our dad. I knew that if I won then Sho would get the bad end of the stick, Sho could get hurt. he'd get into an argument and take his pissy mood out on everyone for a week at least. I had to lose this fight.

"We aren't siblings in this match, so don't you go easy on me."

so when he had tried to immobilize me, I let him. I didn't fight back, and the fight was declared Shoto's.

"You did amazing!" I beamed as he melted the ice that trapped my legs.

"You were terrible," he said, and once he melted every last bit of ice he walked away. I walked to the entrance of the stadium where I was met with Deku.

"Hi, Izuku!" I shouted at him, a smile still plastered on my face and my arm waving at home.

"(Y/N)! How did you do that ice dart-like move? it was so cool!" Deku held his notebook and a pencil, just waiting for me to answer. I open my mouth ready to answer but see Endeavor at the end of the hall waiting for me.

"Sorry Deku, maybe later." I smile at him and continue walking to the man I'm ashamed to call dad. Izuku saw him and gave a slight nod of understanding before I turned back in front.

"You lost."

"Really? I didn't know that" I say looking him in the eyes, something I rarely did.

"What did you say?" he sounded angry, maybe that was a bad idea.

"Nothing." I looked down at my fingers, fiddling them.

"You had him where you wanted him yet you still lost. you're weak, you can't even fight for 30 minutes."

"and you can't even be a good father for 15 years."

Shoto's POV

I knew that fight was too easy, suspicion grew in me as I make my way to the waiting room once more. As I walk farther into the halls I pass the argument that (Y/N) and our dad were having. I don't bother listening because I already know what they are talking about. I knew that she lost on purpose, she was going easy on me.

she doesn't think I'm worth all of her effort so she just halfassed the fight.

(Y/N)'s POV

After an argument with Endeavor, I started to make my way to the waiting room. a smile still spread across my face. I opened it to see Sho on a chair, staring at his hands. I walked behind him, sending a small hello to which he didn't respond. I grabbed a water bottle, unscrewed the top, and took a drink.

"Why did you go easy on me?" he stood up, I gulped my water before responding.

"It didn't take you too long to figure it out huh?" I laughed.

"You didn't think I was good enough did you?" he looked at me, walking toward where I stood.

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to." he was now in front of me.

"I didn't even give you my reasoning and you are already blaming me for your assumptions?"

"If that's not the reason then what is?"

"I didn't want you to get in a fight with dad, you would have gotten hurt."

"That's my choice, I was tortured by him for 14 years! I'm sure I could have handled one fight." he toned his voice down toward the end.

"I'm not going to argue with you," I tried to walk around him, but his hand latched onto my arm. the arm I got a burn on from Endeavor. it was a new burn on my body so I would normally not notice it, but the combination of Sho's death grip on my arm makes it hard not to wince.

"What did he do to you?" he quickly let go of my arm.

"What he normally does," I spoke to the ground, trying my best to hide the tears that threatened to escape my eyes. I felt him grab the top of the UA jacket I wore and gently peeled it off.

"You can't be this reckless for other people you know." he leads me to a chair where he iced the burn that took up a good portion of my left arm. "I can't stand to see you hurt."

"Likewise." my voice shook, the tears getting a little bit harder to hold in.

"I love you too much to see you hurt." I felt him hug me, he didn't comment on how weak I was at this moment. he didn't mention the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"I love you too." I choked out. tears of joy and pain falling from my eyes as I hid my face in the crook of his neck.

[pan-fangirl-345]

He Would Tear the World Apart

Summary: During a raid, you're taken hostage. Shouto doesn't take the news well, and will do anything to get you back.

TW: kidnapping, abuse, alcoholism mentioned, Enji Todoroki's bad parenting, mental torture, dissociating, injuries, blood, angst, mentioned character death (no one actually dies), a lot of swearing, chains, starvation, dehydration, that sort of thing. If there's anything I missed, please let me know! Also, there is a happy ending, so it's angst to fluff!

A/N: First and foremost, I have no medical degree, I have no idea what it's like to dissociate, so anything medically incorrect is because I am not a doctor, though I am currently working on getting my psychology degree. I'm sorry if this offends anyone, that was not the intention. I have no idea what went through my head to make me write all of this in an hour, but here you go. Also, please read the trigger warnings, and if you don't like it, don't read it. Anyway, I might make a part two to this if anyone is interested. Feel free to spam my ask box, or slide into my DM's if you want. Please interact with me, I adore you all.

Aizawa sighed as he stepped into the conference room. He sat down heavily in his usual seat, and Nezu climbed onto his shoulder, as was custom after so many years, despite the situation they were in.

Again.

"As you have all heard, one of the second year students, (Y/N), has been taken. She was last seen on a raid with the hero she was studying under, and we haven't heard anything from her since this transmission."

Nezu pressed play on a recording and her voice floated through the air.

She was panting, and she was whispering, but Aizawa knew that it was her.

"To anyone receiving this transmission, this is hero-in-training Tempest, I'm pursuing the criminals associated with the gang 'The Numerals'. I've been separated from the others and my comms have been compromised by one of the members. Please, send back-up."

There was a pause where all they could hear was her breathing, and suddenly she yelled, "Hey! You, stop!"

There was static, and then there was nothing.

"We have received information from one of our recon teams that they have taken her to their base of operations, though we don't know exactly where that is yet. We have also, as a school, received a ransom demand. Her parents have yet to be contacted about this."

Copies of the notes were handed out to the teachers, and they all frowned, clearly thinking the same thing Aizawa had thought.

They were a school, what kind of school had this kind of money sitting around?

"What is the girl's quirk?"

"She can create different types of storms in her hands," Aizawa supplied. "As of the end of last year, she could make a hurricane for a few minutes at a time, sometimes a dust storm, and I know for a fact that she was undergoing training over the summer, so it might be more than that now. Under extreme duress, she can make a full scale electrical storm in a building or outside, but only if her life is threatened."

"So, not helpful for getting out of this kind of situation?" one of the other teachers chirped and Aizawa nodded.

"No," he agreed. "Though we should be checking for any strange storms and freak electrical spikes."

"Do any of the other students know about this?" Hizashi asked.

"No, and we need to keep it that way," Aizawa told his husband.

"Why?" Vlad King asked.

"(Y/N) is Todoroki Shouto's girlfriend," Aizawa replied, then waited for that to sink in before he continued. "If he finds out that she's gone, or that's she's been kidnapped and harmed . . . ." He shook his head a few times before he added, "He would tear the world apart to get her back."

"Fuck," someone mumbled, and Aizawa nodded.

Pretty much everyone that was at U.A. knew what that girl meant to Shouto, not to mention the people at Endeavor's agency, and the one that (Y/L/N) was working with.

"Alright, so what's the plan?" Midnight asked.

"We plan a rescue mission," Nezu said. "We're working with nearly every police force in the country to try and figure out where they're keeping her. We have a rough area," he clicked onto a photo of a map, one area to the far north highlighted in bright red. "But there's nothing we can do until then, we need a warrant and evidence."

"The life of a child isn't enough?" Midnight asked. "Especially such a beautiful girl?"

Everyone went quiet, the mood somber and heavy.

"Aizawa, you spent more time with this girl than anybody," one of the third year teachers said, "how likely is it that she'll find a way out on her own?"

"It's a possibility," Aizawa admitted. "She's a very capable student, on par with Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugou, but they know what she can do. Not to mention that sources tell us she was injured, though we aren't sure to what extent. And the longer she spends with them is more time Shouto has to figure out what's happening. Not to mention the other students. We need to get her out as soon as possible."

"Agreed," Hizashi added.

It was no secret that Present Mic and Eraserhead had both taken a liking to you when you were in Class 1-A, all of the teachers liked you, and you were a solid foundation for your classmates.

You were a calm presence, and everyone, Bakugou included, had gone to you for advice at some point, though it was all for different reasons.

You tend to be a level-headed person, but when you felt strongly about something, nothing was going to stop you.

People, Shouto mainly, would start to sense the lack of your presence, and Aizawa wasn't ashamed to admit that he wanted you back where you belonged.

"We can't keep him, Shouto I mean, in the dark about this," Hizashi murmured. "He's one of the best up and coming heroes."

"Not to mention," Aizawa added, "that we plan on flooding the streets with her photo. We've already sent it to all of the major hero agencies involved with the search, Endeavor's being one of them. If we don't tell him, his father will, and we all know how volatile that relationship is."

Everyone in the room shuddered at the mention of the father and son duo and nodded.

"Aizawa, All Might, it might be better if you both told him," Nezu said. "You both have the best relationship with him in this room, and you might be the only two that could hold him back if he reacts violently."

"And he will," Aizawa mumbled, already standing from his chair.

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Shouto knew something was wrong.

He hadn't seen or heard from you in two days, almost three, and the teachers were acting suspicious. There were fewer of them in the halls, and Aizawa was even more tired than usual, with dark worry bags under his eyes that the students hadn't seen since the Bakugou Debacle in their first year.

The last he had heard, you were going on a raid for some gang members that were selling some sort of hallucinogenic drug based off of a mirage quirk.

You hadn't contacted him or come back since.

"Young Shouto, can we speak to you for a moment?" All Might asked, making everyone look up from what they were doing.

Despite the dorms no longer being completely necessary, (the League had backed off a little bit in recent days, and there hadn't been very many Nomu attacks lately), most of Class 1-A, now 2-A, had moved into the dorms for their second year, you and Shouto included.

"Does this have to do with (Y/F/N)?" he asked, standing quickly.

"Unfortunately, yes," Aizawa said, voice somber.

"Todoroki, do you want us to come with you?" Midoriya asked, getting that look on his face.

"If it's about (Y/F/N) then they all deserve to know too," Shouto said. "And I would feel better knowing they were here."

"Of-Of course," All Might replied, glancing at Aizawa nervously.

"(Y/L/N) has been kidnapped and is being held hostage as we speak," he told them, as blunt as ever.

Aizawa ripped his goggles off right before Shouto blew.

One half of his body erupted into blue tinted flames, and the other exploded in a rain of ice, but they evaporated quickly under Aizawa's gaze, and before any damage could be done to the dorms.

Everything went dark in his head, and his feet were moving before he even had a chance to fully process what his former teachers had been saying to him.

"And where do you think you're going?" Aizawa asked, raising an eyebrow as he moved to intercept him.

"To find her," Shouto snarled, and he didn't even recognize his own voice. It was several octaves lower than normal, and there was a rasp to it that had never been there before. "To get my girlfriend back."

"You don't even know where she is," Aizawa said. "We don't even know where she is. Besides, you're too emotionally involved."

"Too emotionally involved?" Shouto said, his voice too calm, his eyes too dead.

Everyone in the room took a step away from him. Everyone except Midoriya and Bakugou.

"Too emotionally involved?" he repeated.

"Oh shit," someone whispered, though Shouto didn't know who it was.

"That is my girlfriend. That is the love of my life and you're telling me that I can't get her back because . . . I'm too emotionally involved? What about when Midoriya went to get Eri? Was he too 'emotionally involved'?"

No one dared to point out that it was nowhere near the same thing, but there was a collective thought about it in the room.

"That is my fucking girlfriend out there," he snapped. "I will work harder than anyone to get her back. I will be the one person wholly invested in making sure that she stays safe."

"And that is why you can't be one of the people in on this," Aizawa told him. "The others are her friends, but you? You are way more than that, and that means that when it comes down to it, you can't make a clear-headed decision on whether it's worth it to try and grab her or not. Because she'll always be worth it to you."

"Damn right she will," Shouto said, staring Aizawa down.

No one had heard Shouto swear this much at once, if ever, depending on the person. He was starting to sound like Bakugou, and the others knew immediately that if you weren't back soon, he was going to blow.

"Look kid, I understand," Aizawa muttered. "I really do. I understand how you feel, I would do that same thing for Hizashi, but I also know what I would do, and we can't have that in the investigation. What would (Y/F/N) want?"

"She would want to be here!" Shouto shouted. "She would want to be teasing Bakugou in the kitchen, making sure that everyone had a blanket for movie night. She would want to be curled up with me on the couch watching bad romance movies that the girls cheated their way into picking out and making sure that I-!"

Shouto stopped as the emotions got lodged in his throat. Tears threatened to spill over as his vision got blurry, and the others were there to catch him as his knees gave out on him.

"We'll get her back kid," Aizawa assured him, crouching down, touching the top of his head softly. "We will get her back."

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Your head was buzzing as you came back to consciousness and you suppressed a groan of pain.

Consciousness hurt.

You did a short mental tally of your injuries.

Your ribs were definitely a little bruised, if not cracked or broken. Your lips were split in at least four different places each. One shoulder was definitely dislocated, and the other was hurt in some way. Your left ankle was bruised and swollen, broken probably. Your head probably had a huge gash if the blood running down the side of your face was anything to go by, and you were definitely concussed on some level.

Apparently getting your head slammed into solid concrete by someone who had launched themselves off a ledge would do that to you.

You were in what looked like a basement of some sort. The walls were solid concrete, there were pipes running overhead and dripping on you randomly, which wasn't appreciated, and there was insulation and plaster showing through here and there.

"Finally awake sleeping beauty?"

Your head whipped around to see your kidnapper, but your head protested and so did your stomach, despite the fact that there was nothing in it.

You suppressed a groan, trying to keep your stomach where it belonged.

"Ready to tell us who the informant is?"

"Go straight to hell," you muttered, when you were certain you wouldn't throw up on yourself, glaring at them.

"I still can't believe you were fucking stupid enough to kidnap a child! She doesn't know shit," the other man snapped at the first.

"She has to know something!" the first guy snapped. "She was in on the raid!"

His quirk allowed him to change his voice, so he wasn't using the real one, he sounded like a guy that smoked twenty packs of cigarettes a day.

The other guy you had started calling Sandy in your head. His quirk was similar to yours, he was able to turn anything he touched into sand, and then use it. He mostly made sand storms, and that's how they had gotten the jump on you in the tunnels.

One had blinded you while the other had carried you away, much to chagrin of the Sandy.

"I'm in training," you rasped. "I'm hero-in-training Tempest, from Class 2-A at the school U.A."

They hadn't given you anything to drink in the last two days, from what you could even remember of it, and you knew that you weren't going to last much longer, having been dehydrated when they had taken you.

They had kidnapped you from the raid site, and then spent six hours driving around like morons trying to cover their tracks, before driving for an unknown amount of time before they had dumped you in here. You had been unconscious for the secondary part of the drive, and you knew that with everything going on, there was the possibility you were experiencing retrograde amnesia.

"They don't tell me the important stuff like that. I get told when we're going on raids, and what my part in them is, and that's on the very rare occasion that they happen during my shifts. Most of the time, I'm on patrols around the city," you told them, taking a break in your little speech to spit blood onto the floor by your leg. "You need directions, I'm your girl, but you need to know who's a rat, sorry, I can't help."

You would've shrugged, but your arms were chained to the wall behind you, and every time you moved your right arm it made an awful clicking noise that you knew wasn't natural. Your left shoulder was dislocated as well, meaning your arms were pretty much useless.

One leg was operational, but barely. You were so far out of commission you wouldn't be surprised if U.A. kicked you out to recuperate.

U.A. wouldn't, and couldn't, pay the ransom. You knew that. The best hope you had was that you could act your way out of this, or that they planned a raid to get you out.

They had done it for Bakugou, why not you, right?

Shouto passed through your thoughts, thoughts about what he might do to get you back, but you shut them down as soon as they entered your head.

You were trying to keep him in a safe place.

You hoped that Shouto never learned about this. About where they were keeping you, what they had already done to try and get you to talk.

He was your safe place now, safe and away from this building, wherever you were. You thought maybe if you could keep him out of your head here, it was a way of protecting him from the reality of your situation, even if he already knew.

"She's a kid," Sandy snarled, pointing at you viciously. "She's a kid. You know the Boss' rules about kids and you broke almost every one of them!"

"Yeah, well-"

"Guys, hey, I hate to interrupt," you interjected, "but I really have to go to the bathroom."

They both stared at you for a moment before Sandy asked, "Do you promise to not try and escape?"

"Buddy, I don't know if you've looked recently, but I doubt I'm doing anywhere," you quipped. "My ankle is obviously demolished, my head was cracked open like an egg, thanks to your buddy Darth Vader over there. Not to mention, I'm dehydrated and starving, and don't even get me started on how much my ribs are killing me right now, probably literally. Do I look like I'm in any shape to try and escape?"

Sandy frowned, glancing at you like this was the first time he was seeing the extent of what had been done to you.

"Alright, I'm going to undo the chains, but you can't try to escape, you'll only make things worse for yourself."

"Death seems preferable at this point," you grunted, trying to hide the pain you were in.

"Don't you have healing supplies?"

"How am I supposed to use them when I can't move my fucking arms?" you asked, wiggling your fingers in emphasis. "And you morons confiscated my belt, which had them all in it! You know what my quirk is! What did you think was in it? Explosives? No, I leave that to Dynamight."

"Fuck," Sandy muttered.

"Why do you care so much anyway?" the voice dude asked.

"Because if she dies then that means no money and no chance of surviving prison again. Do you know what happens to people who mess with kids in prison? Nothing good."

You logged that little piece of information away, trying to focus on their features, but with your concussion, your eyes weren't the hottest.

"Can you move?" Sandy asked you as he worked on unlocking your chains.

You couldn't help the cry of pain when your arms dropped to your sides, tearing stinging your eyes as you bit into your already roughed up lip.

"Shit. Can we get a medic in here?" Sandy shouted.

A door opened and someone stuck their head in. Sandy repeated his demand, and the door shut again.

"Why are you doing this?" you whimpered, trying to keep your voice even.

If they were sadists, any fear or pain you showed only gave them what they wanted.

"Because we don't have a choice," Sandy said. "The Boss gave us somewhere to belong, he gave us a place off the streets. We owe him. We would've died."

"Shut up," Smoker snapped, and you glanced at him.

"I have a headache, and it comes and goes as you talk. Please, for the love of all things holy, shut up," you hissed to Darth Vader, wanting to touch your head, but not being able to for multiple reasons.

Sandy touched your shoulder lightly and you cried out again, moving automatically to hit him, but your other arm twinged, bringing more tears to your eyes.

"Sorry," Sandy murmured, pulling his hands away.

You took a shaky breath, waiting for the pain to dull before you said, "There's no way I'm moving from this spot without being in pain, and I'm definitely going to need help."

"Holy fuck, you two morons were two lucky blows away from killing her."

You glanced over to see someone with a med kit strolling leisurely down the stairs.

"Hello Tempest," they said, giving you a bright smile.

"Hello Med Kit," you replied, giving them a grimace.

"You can call me Himo for now," Med Kit said. "Do you mind if I take a look?"

"You're going to whether I want you or not, but sure, go ahead," you muttered. "It's not really like you can make this any worse."

"I could break almost every bone in your body and keep you alive while doing it, so I could do so much worse, but that's not the goal here," Himo told you, setting to work.

"So what is the goal? Since I'm assuming that I'm never going to get out of here," you said, glancing around.

"Why do you think that?" Himo asked, ignoring your first question.

"Because I've seen your faces, I know your quirks, I know a general area of where I'm being kept, unless someone used a teleportation quirk of some sort. I know the school won't pay the ransom, my parents don't have that kind of money, and my boyfriend's father would never pay to see me safe and sound. He would probably twist his son's grief to get him to be compliant," you grumbled. "Besides, I'm a hero, hero-in-training, whatever, it's all semantics. I'm basically your arch-nemesis. Isn't that what every villain wants? To kill the person in their way?"

"We aren't villains," Sandy muttered.

"You break laws put in place to protect people, you attacked a minor, then kidnapped her after assaulting her, and you are trying to get a ransom for me," you pointed out. "That doesn't really scream 'hero' or 'civilian' to me."

"Have you ever though about who writes the rules? About how money can manipulate everything? The system is flawed, and we are going to make sure people know it," Darth Vader snarled. "Do you understand how unfair the world is?"

"Don't talk to me about the world being unfair," you whispered, your voice dropping, every muscle in your body tensing. "My boyfriend loves his mother more than pretty much anyone in the world. Her parents, his grandparents, arranged a quirk marriage, and she had four children she didn't necessarily want. Her husband drove her to near insanity, enough so that she poured a kettle of boiling water over my boyfriend's face because he looks like his father. His father has already managed to get one of his children killed, and he considers the other rejects because they don't have the quirk he wanted them to have. He's a different kind of monster, and he's not in jail.

"My own father verbally and mentally abused me for as long as I can remember. My mother and I were zombies until recently, when I decided I had had enough and my mother finally found the courage and will to leave his sorry ass in the gutters where it belongs. My father always had enough alcohol in his system to make him a human molotov cocktail. I had little to no self esteem until recently, and I still struggle to understand and comprehend that I am worth love. I am still learning to respect myself. So you don't get to preach to me about how unfair the world is buddy, we all know," you snarled.

"The hundreds, thousands of kids out on the street know. The women and men that get raped, and continue to see their own personal monster roam free know. The kids that get hit every day for not being what their parents want know. That's why people like me exist, to put away the monsters wearing human skin. That's why my friends and I try so hard to be heroes. It's not about the glory, or the money. It's about bring people to justice, it's about making sure that people feel safe. It's about giving other people something that we never had."

Silence echoed through the room as what you said sank in.

You hadn't meant to burst like that, but you were sick and tired of these guys using their shitty lives to make other people's lives shitty too.

"Why are you a hero, Tempest?" Himo asked.

"Because I want to save people," you replied. "I just told you that. I want to make sure that every child like me knows that they don't have to be their parents, that there is another option. I don't want the abused becoming the abuser. I want to make sure that the people doing the bad things get put where they belong. I want to help the kids that have nothing to lose, I want to help them realize that they have everything to gain. I want to give people like you hope."

There was no use in lying to them, they were probably going to kill you anyway. Besides, it might help you build rapport, and they might let you go when they realized that they made a mistake.

"People like us?"

"People who think that there isn't another option. People who have been shown nothing but the horrid parts of the world, the horrible parts of humanity. People who don't know what it's like to be loved completely by somebody, both good and bad. People who think that they owe someone who isn't worth one minute of their time. Good people who strayed too far from the path."

There was silence for a few minutes before you said, "I've seen a lot of real villains, people who aren't capable of basic human emotions, I've seen people who have no humanity in their eyes. They are the villains, they are the monster under our beds personified. People like you, you just simply wandered. You aren't lost, you're just further to the side than some other people. It would be easy for you to walk the path again."

You paused, thinking over what you said, then added, "Well, it wouldn't be easy necessarily, but it would be worth it."

"You still have the naivety of a child," Vader snarled.

"Call me what you want, naive, innocent, optimistic, I've heard it all, but in the end, I'm right," you told him.

"And how do you know that?"

"Because, at the end of the day, I know that every life I save isn't just one life," you replied. "That young woman I saved, she might have kids some day, or foster a child that needs a loving mother. That child I shoved out of the way might help the suicidal child in his class. Every life I save touches other people's lives. As hard as it is to believe, no one is ever truly alone in the world. Every smile I give to a stranger might make their day, might help them live long enough to find the thing that makes them happy. That's why I'm a hero."

More silence.

Your face heated, but there was something in their faces that told you they had never thought about it that way before.

"So, is there anything you can do to heal me?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"Like I said, these guys were two lucky blows away from killing you, I'm surprised that you're still alive, actually, everything considered. Your head will heal on it's own, but there might be a little scar left. However, your ribs might take longer. Three are cracked, and four are bruised. Your ankle might need surgery to get it back to the way it was. It's definitely broken, and there might be small bone particles floating around in there, I'm not entirely sure, my quirk isn't that detailed I'm afraid. Not to mention that, from what I can see, your shoulders just need to be popped back into place. One was dislocated more than the other, but it will hurt."

"Can't hurt worse than the state I'm in now. So what can you do? I'm assuming that taking me to a hospital is out of the question."

"Well, I can treat the cut on your head, relocate your shoulders, and I can see if someone else can take a look at your ankle, but everything else will have to heal on it's own."

"So there isn't much?"

"Nope, we don't have the equipment needed for your ankle here, and, like you said, no hospitals."

"Fucking gre- wait a minute, to you guys still have my belt?" you asked, perking up a little.

"Yeah, it's over here," Sandy said, walking over into the back corner, pulling your med belt out.

"Hand it over. I promise there's nothing too harmful in there. There are some painkillers, but it's just Midol. It's all medical stuff," you said, wincing as Sandy dropped it into your lap.

You opened it, taking out a small device.

"What does that thing even do?" Himo asked, looking at it warily.

"It's not a communicator or anything," you hurried to explain. "I made some friends in the support courses, so I asked if they could make me a device that works like an X-ray would. Himo, take it."

He took from you gently, which you appreciated, and turned it all around, trying to figure out how it worked.

"Alright, see that little button on the top left, yeah, right there. Click that button twice, like hitting the home button of a phone."

Himo did as he was told, and the screen blinked to life.

"Alright, hold the over my hurt ankle, and it should be able to show what's going on. Or," you added, "it'll blow up. Hatsume is kind of unpredictable like that."

Himo's hands tightened on it, but he did what you asked, and was clearly surprised when a detailed X-ray appeared on the screen.

"Holy shit, it worked!" you cheered, grinning.

"You have some very talented friends," Himo told you.

"I know right? She's a little quirky, but she's great at what she does!"

"How are you able to smile right now?" Sandy asked, looking at you with something akin to wonder.

"Don't get me wrong," you started. "I'm fucking terrified, but there's not much I can do in this situation. Besides, from what I can tell, other than the initial assault, you people don't want to hurt me. You want something from me. In this scenario, what I'm guessing, is that you want something from me, so you're going to be nice, and make me want to help you out, or make me feel like I owe you one, and then, when I don't comply, you'll either torture me to try and get what you want until I die, or you'll just kill me right off the bat."

Himo winced, and Sandy twitched.

"You guys really hate the thought of me dying, don't you?" you asked, cocking your head to the side, despite the protect of your brain. "Is this one of those scenarios where kids should be off limits?"

"We may be bad guys, but we have certain priorities," Sandy admitted. "Kids are a sore spot for most of us."

You nodded slightly. "I can see why. You guys said something about being on the streets? I know that sometimes kids band together, that's how they survive. I'm assuming you've lost friends."

"Smart kid," Himo murmured, eyes darting over the X-ray.

"Sometimes they give us profile training," you admitted. "Besides, I've been working on my psychology degree."

"Wicked smart kid," Sandy quipped.

"Alright, so I can set your ankle, there isn't anything wrong with it other than the obvious fact that it's broken," Himo said, handing the device back to you. "Riko, I'm gonna need your help."

"With what?" Sandy asked, looking skeptical.

"Can you hold her legs down? I need to relocate her shoulders before I do anything with her ankle, just because I have a feeling she attacks when she's hurt."

"Good instincts," you muttered.

"I'm a doctor," he confessed, grinning. "You learn a thing or two."

"Sorry about this," Sandy said.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much," you told him. "As long as that's all you do I'll considerate your way of trying to make up from everything else."

Sandy snorted, holding your legs just below your knees.

"This is going to hurt," Himo warned.

"I would be surprised if it-"

You clenched your teeth to try and keep your scream in as Himo popped your right arm back into place.

The rest of your body bucked, trying to roll away, but Sandy, Riko, had a firm hold on you.

You panted as the pain started to fade a little in your arm.

"Sorry, I've found it works better when people aren't expecting it," he said.

"Son of a bitch," you gritted out, spitting blood off to the side. "I bit my tongue."

Riko chuckled, shaking his head.

"Alright, now for the other one," Himo murmured. "I really don't understand how you managed to take this much damage."

"At least I only broke my ankle. My friend Deku has broken both arms, both legs, and both hands before. I think he's broken almost every bone in his body sa-"

Himo popped your other arm back into place and you couldn't stop the tears that flowed down your cheeks at that one, your jaw almost cracking with how hard you clenched it to try and keep the noises in.

"Fucking fuck," you muttered when the pain pulsed into something a little bit more bearable.

"Better?" Himo asked, prodding your shoulders.

"Yeah," you admitted, moving them slowly. You dug around in your med belt, pulling out two pieces of metal and a small bottle.

"What is that for?" Himo asked.

You pushed a button on the metal, and they extended to the required length.

"It's for a splint, or a cast," you told him. "Once you set my ankle, you put the metal on either side, and I can spray this one. It's a special kind of plaster, don't ask me how it works, I have no idea what's in it, but it'll hold until my ankle is fully healed, then it'll fall off on it's own."

"Amazing!"

"Heroes, when the respond to disasters, often have to set up triages until other emergency responders can arrive, so we have to know a little bit about basic medical treatments in emergencies like that. So a lot of us have belts and such to keep medical stuff in. I also keep duct tape and glue in here. You never know when you're gonna need it."

You pulled out some painkillers, popping two in your mouth, taking them dry.

"How?" Vader asked, sounding horrified.

"Hate to break it to you, but when you're a teenage girl, especially one learning to be a hero, when you don't always have time for water, you learn to take pills dry."

"TMI," Vader muttered.

"Hey, jackass, you asked," you told him.

Riko and Himo chuckled.

"Alright. Riko, see if you can get a hold on her, this is gonna hurt like a bitch," Himo warned. "Li, hold her other leg down."

"Don't use my fucking name!" Vader shouted.

"You know, I wouldn't have known that was your real name if you hadn't reacted that way," you told him. "Heroes are also trained to pick up on certain behaviors like that."

Li grumbled, but did as he was asked.

Himo situated himself, then said, "Get ready."

The pain had you blacking out before you knew what happened.

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"I knew something was wrong," Shouto muttered for the umpteenth time in the last ten minutes. "I should have gone with her!"

"Dude, it wasn't even your mission," Kaminari told him. "There was nothing you could've done for her."

"Yeah you half-and-half bastard," Bakugou chimed in. "Besides, we're gonna get her back, so shut up and try and think of something useful."

Everyone had leapt into action when it had sunk in that you were in serious danger. It didn't take long, and no one wanted to acknowledge that it was worrisome.

They had split up into teams.

Midoriya, Bakugou, Shouto, Kaminari, and Kirishima were working on the maps that had been given to the students.

Momo, Jirou, Uraraka, Mina, and Tsuyu were going over the interviews with raid members, trying to gather up information on what had happened, trying to see if there was a traitor among them, other than the undercover agent that they had been told about.

Tokoyami, Ojiro, Shoji, Sero, and Koda were helping the other heroes do recon missions and patrols in the area where they suspected you were being held.

Sato, Shinso, Hagaruke, and Iida were working on the case files of all the known members of the gang that you had been going after. Surprisingly, those four were the only ones able to hear about the things that some of the gang members had done.

Hagakure was crying softly to herself as she read, but no one could pull her away from the files.

"I have to know," she kept saying. "I need to know about what they did so I can help when we get her back."

Sato didn't know you as well as the others did, so he was a little less effected. He were itching to get you back, but the others had spent far more time with you personally.

Shinso, on the other hand, was powering through them, wanting to know what he had to avenge when they got to that building. He wanted to know what they might be doing to you so that he could have far more reason to get them arrested.

Iida just wanted something useful to do.

"They just cleared building seven in section 3-C!" Aoyama called from his spot the progress computer that they had set up in the common room.

Aoyama was in charge of letting them know what had been cleared, what was under suspicion, and what they had ruled out completely.

"Fuck, that pretty much clears that grid section," Bakugou muttered, forcefully crossing an abandoned apartment building off his map.

"They might need to expand their net," Midoriya added. "No one knows where she is. There's the possibility that they aren't even in that area."

"I hate this!" Shouto burst out. "I feel useless just sitting here!"

"It's either this or you get stuck back on the sidelines," Bakugou reminded him and he clenched his fists.

He just wanted you back safe and sound by his side, preferably with his arm around your shoulders.

He'd been trying to remember the last thing he said to you before you had gone on that raid, but he couldn't remember.

He hoped that it was 'I love you' or something similar, but not knowing was killing him.

"Todoroki-kun," Midoriya said, laying a hand on his arm. "We will get her back."

"Yeah, we aren't giving up on her, no way in hell," Kaminari added, eyes flashing gold in the lights of the common room.

"She never gave up on us, it's not manly for us to give up on her," Kirishima chimed in.

"I know," Shouto said. "I trust you all."

It went unsaid, but understood, that when it came time to get her back, Shouto was going to be the one leading the rescue.

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A week later, Himo came into the basement and said, "Do you think you can walk?"

"On one leg maybe. Why?" you asked.

Your ankle was wrapped in the cast that you had taken out, but your ankle was feeling a little better than it had been. It still throbbed every once in a while, but it could've been worse.

"The boss wants to see you."

"Oh, the big boss," you griped, rolling your eyes. "He wants to see me he can come down here himself."

Himo hesitated, but he nodded, heading back upstairs.

You had known that there was an undercover agent in the gang, but you had yet to figure out who it was.

Every member of the gang seemed to know that you were there, that, or they were much bigger than you had anticipated.

So far, Himo and Riko were your top two suspicions, given that they were the only two that were actually kind to you, but you had a small part of you that wasn't sure.

The door opening a few minutes later announced the arrival of the leader, and you steeled yourself.

"You fucking morons," the man muttered, rubbing his eyes like he had a headache. "What did I say about kids?"

"Sorry Boss, but we didn't have a choice," Li said, stepping out of the shadows.

He had been stay with you for the entire week, and it was clear that you didn't have the kind of rapport with him that you did with Riko and Himo.

You had been trying to make a storm, something, to let the someone know where you were, but you had idea of knowing whether it was working or not. You were in the experimental stages of the large storm capabilities of your quirk, and you were completely drained at the moment.

"What's your name kid?" the man asked.

His hands were covered in rings, and scars littered the little bit of skin his tailored suit showed off.

You had seen Shouto in high class clothes for gatherings that he was required by social convention to attend, so this guy was either rich, or so far into debt that he was on the run from the banks.

"You can call me Tempest," you said.

"(Y/N). Second year at U.A. Class 2-A student, and one of the new public favorites," Li said.

"Aw, you looked me up, how sweet," you taunted. "But like I said, I prefer Tempest, it sounds cooler."

"Far enough," the boss said.

He was wearing a mask that covered the top half of his face, and a fedora type hat, so there wasn't much to catalog, but you did anyway.

"Are you here to kill me?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, despite the way it made the chains rattle.

"No, not if you give me what I want," the man said. His voice was deep, and he looked like he was in his early thirties, but you weren't entirely sure.

"I don't know who your rat is," you stated.

"How do you know that's what I wanted?"

"When I woke up on day two, your Sandy man and Darth Vader over there were talking about it. Vader actually asked me about it." You paused, then said, "You guys do realize that I'm right under an intern right? I'm not high enough to know about UC's. Think of me like the intern's intern. I'm lucky I even got to go on the raid."

The man watched your for a moment before he said, "I hate it when people tell me the truth. It means I don't get to have any fun."

"Sucks to be you then," you replied. "So what happens now?"

"You get broken," the man said, reaching out to touch your forehead.

"Good luck with that," you muttered when he pulled away.

Then the visions started.

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"Everybody get up!" Aoyama shouted. "Up, up, up! Someone called in a noise complaint late last night!"

Class 2-A poured into the common room.

Shouto, Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero ran in with no shirts on, and Kaminari fell trying to pull his shorts up over his Pikachu boxers. Shinso was already in there sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee clad in a t-shirt with a cat meme and dark jeans.

The girls poured in in a mix of pajamas and hoodies that they had stolen from the boys over the last week, their hair a mess and dark bags under their eyes.

"What's going on?" Shouto asked. He knew that his bags were darker than anyone's, and no one had seen him sleep in almost three days.

"Late last night someone called the tip line anonymously to complain about screaming from a condemned building smack dab in the middle of section 1-A. Someone checked into it and there has been a lot of activity in that area lately," Aoyama explained.

He had given up trying to keep up the sparkly attitude, though some of the French had stayed.

"Is there anything else?"

"Guess which gang has been operating in the middle of that area?" Shinso said, having stayed up with the sparkly blond.

"The Numerals," Shouto said.

"Tres bein!" Aoyama replied.

"Have the heroes been notified?"

"They started a conference at three this morning," Shinso said.

"And no one told us?" Shouto asked.

"They wanted to let us sleep. They know how hard we've been working," Shinso replied.

"I'll sleep when we get her back," Shouto snapped, heading for the conference room.

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Aizawa shouldn't have been surprised when his former students streamed into the meeting that was being held to rescue (Y/L/N), but he was.

Though that might have been because most of the boys were shirtless and the girls were clad in their pajamas, and hoodies that were clearly not theirs.

"Catch us up," Shouto demanded.

"Shouto, what are you-"

"Shouto, you are aware that this is merely to scope out the building, correct?" Aizawa interrupted, glancing at his former class.

"We don't fucking care," Bakugou snarled. "You're going to catch us up, and you're going to let us join, because she's our friend, and we're the strongest team that you could ask for."

"We can't, in good conscience, let kids into-"

"Do we need to mention all the times that the League has attacked us in the last year? Not to mention Gentle Criminal, Stain, the whole Chisaki ordeal, should we go on?" Midoriya asked, frowning.

Endeavor went to talk again but more students started to talk.

"We can help," Kirishima chimed in. "We want to help."

"Besides," Kaminari added before any of the adults could chime in, "the more hands you have the better it'll be. We can capture more members and get her back. It's a win-win scenario. Gangs are known to be disorganized. If you can get word to your informant about a stealth mission, you might be able to get both them and (Y/L/N) out with minimal risk to them both."

"And we have useful quirks," Jirou supplied. "Kaminari can kill any power they have, Bakugou and Midoriya are good for taking stuff down, so are Kirishima and Sato. Todoroki is more than capable of restraining anyone that he comes across, and I can tell you where people are, how many and so on."

"Not to mention I can make communicators that are much harder to disconnect," Momo piped up.

"People don't really know about me yet," Shinso said, hands in his jeans pockets. "They don't know my quirk, so they're much more likely to fall for me, which is more than helpful for you, since it makes fighting back much less likely."

"We want to get her back, me more than anyone," Shouto said, arms crossed over his chest. "We can useful. Besides, I don't think I need to mention all the times that we've stepped in without your permission and gotten the objective completed while keeping everything legal."

Aizawa sighed.

"We really should just let them help," he said. "They're going to keep pushing, and I don't want any of them expelled and arrested. They are some of the best up and coming heroes. Besides, they all make good points."

"I feel the need to point out," Midoriya chimed in, "that the more of us you take, the more heroes you can have causing a distraction, or the more you can release to recharge and work on other things that are starting to take precedent, like the drug that the gang is manufacturing and selling."

There were more whispers, and finally the heroes sighed.

"Alright, but you're working with Eraserhead and Endeavor, since they're going to be leading the mission with Fatgum."

"We can work with that," Bakugou said. "But we want permission to engage if necessary."

"You would have that anyway," Fatgum said.

"We also want credit if we find her," Sero added. "We aren't going to let possible attackers think that we're defenseless. They take on one of us, they take on all of us."

"That can be discussed," Present Mic assured them.

"This should go without saying," Shouto began, "that I get to ride with her in the ambulance when we find her."

"Everyone assumed that anyway," Midnight told him. "Don't worry Todoroki, no one is going to keep you away from her."

Endeavor opened his mouth, but sharp looks from everyone had him shutting it again.

The students nodded.

"Now catch us up," Bakugou demanded.

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You couldn't remember when you had stopped processing things the proper way.

You couldn't remember a time before the nightmares.

They talked to you, they wanted you to know about an informant. Sometimes Shouto appeared, smiling and reaching his hands out to you. Sometimes your father walked in, drunk as always, shouting at you to do better.

You retreated in on yourself.

You turned to that small part of your brain that you had made to wait out the fighting, the yelling, the hurt. You retreated into the part of yourself that you knew no one could ever enter but you.

Shouto was there like he always was. He wasn't entirely your Shouto, but he wasn't the nightmare either.

He was a figment of your imagination, but he made things a little bit better.

"I'll come," he assured you. "I'll find you."

You were lying in a meadow, a small clearing surrounded by trees that were bent over you to create a small dome of shade.

"I know you will," you told him, reaching your hand out to him.

He touched his fingers to yours, but you couldn't feel it.

You remembered someone in the past calling it dissociating, but you weren't a professional yet.

You had never done it at U.A. since you had never felt the need, but this wasn't something that you would ever be able to forget how to do.

You could still see the nightmares, but it was like it was far away, background noise.

"Do you think that you'll ever go back?" Shouto asked. "Do you think that you'll ever go back to me?"

"Maybe, if the nightmares ever stop. If I think that it's actually you that I'm going back to," you said, watching him carefully.

"Do you remember the last thing you said to me?" Shouto inquired.

"Yeah. I said, 'I'll always come back to you'. Why are you asking me that?"

"Do you remember what I said to you?"

"You said, 'Promise me you'll be safe?' I was about to go on the raid, and you were upset about not being able to go with me."

"Do you promise to remember that?" Shouto asked.

"Yeah, I promise," you told him, smiling a little.

"(Y/F/N)! Oh, darling, what did they do to you? (Y/F/N), can you hear me?"

The nightmare was getting better at looking like the real Shouto, and this one had the same voice.

"Go to him," the dream Shouto said, sitting up.

"Why?"

"(Y/F/N), blink if you can hear me," Shouto demanded.

You forced yourself to blink.

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Shouto couldn't describe to absolute relief it was to see you blink.

He had seen the discarded cast off to the side of you, and he wasn't sure whether you would be able to hear him in that state.

"Hey darling, come on, we're gonna get you out of here, I promise," he murmured, touching your face lightly.

"Sh-Shouto," you rasped. "Shouto, wh-what was the last thing that you said to me?"

"Darling, don't try to speak," he told you, trying to figure out how to cut through the chains without hurting you.

"Shouto, what was the last thing that you said to me?" you asked again, reaching up to grab his hand.

"'Do you promise me that you'll be safe?'" he said, eyes roving over you to try and see any wounds. "That's what I said to you."

Your eyes widened in surprise before tears slipped out of your eyes.

"Sho, it really is you!"

"Darling, hey," he murmured, touching your face softly.

You were sobbing now, fully body sobs, and Shouto wanted so badly to take a moment to just relish in the fact that you were safe, but he had to get you out of there as soon as possilbe.

"Tsukuyomi," Shouto called. "Can Dark Shadow cut through chains?"

"Yes."

"I'm on the basement level of the building. I have Tempest, can you meet us down here?"

"On our way," Tokoyami assured him.

"Guys, I have her, she's in the basement with me, we're getting her out as we speak," Shouto declared over the coms, and he was met with cheers and relief that you were okay.

"How many of you are here?" you asked, wiping at your face.

"The whole class is here," Shouto told you. "Most of the hero agencies sent representatives that are here too."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, people were really upset that you were taken, especially with the role you played in apprehending Numeral gang members on the last raid, and the part you played in bringing the drug to light."

"Wow," you murmured, making Shouto laugh.

"Hold on just a little bit longer darling," he coaxed. "Our friends are on the way."

"I can't believe that it's really you," you whispered, touching his face softly, rubbing your thumb over his scar the way you did.

"Oh darling, what did they do to you?" he asked.

"For the past couple of days they've been trying to break me, they want to know who the undercover agent is. I don't know who it is though, so the leader of the Numerals used his quirk on me. He makes the drugs. His quirk makes you see things, makes you feel things. It's like he can burrow into your head and take the images out of your head."

You shuddered in his arms and he frowned as Tokoyami appeared in the doorway.

"Hello (Y/L/N)," he said, smiling at you.

"Hey little bird," you replied, your smile watery with emotions.

"Can Dark Shadow get through those chains?"

"Of course," Tokoyami told Shouto.

"Hello starlight," Dark Shadow said.

"Hi Dark Shadow," you murmured, stroking the sentinent creature before he tore through the chains like paper mache.

You rubbed at your wrists for a moment before you threw your arms around Shouto, burying your face in his neck.

"Sho," you sobbed, tears back full force.

"I've got you darling," he murmured. "I've got you. You're free, you're free."

You nodded, arms tight around him.

Shouto scooped you up, cradling you against his chest, letting you sob as much as you needed to.

The paramedics that had been called to the scene hadn't managed to get Shouto to let go of you, and you showed no signs of letting go of him, so they had managed to do everything they needed to with you clinging to him.

"She'll need physical therapy, not to mention professional trauma therapy. She's malnourished and dehydrated, not to mention suffering from exhaustion and a very severe concussion. Her ankle needs to be further inspected, and there's some internal damage, some cracked ribs that might need to be taken care of, but we can do some more thorough work at the hospital. I assume that you're coming with her?" the paramedic asked when he was finished.

"Yes, I'm her boyfriend," Shouto said.

"Alright, well, you have to let go of her so that we can get her hooked up to an IV and make sure that we don't make her concussion any worse. You really shouldn't have moved her, but there's only so much we can do about that now," the other paramedic told him.

"I-It's okay Shouto," you murmured, pulling away from him enough to wipe your face off.

Your breathing was ragged, and you looked like you wanted to go back to being unconscious, but you allowed the paramedics to get you onto an IV and a bed with a neck supporter.

"Shouto, will you stay with me?" you asked.

"Always darling," Shouto said, gripping your hand.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Forthree weeks afterwards, you were stuck in the hospital. Your ankle hadn't been as bad as it had been feared, you back on your feet in a week, and you were undergoing physical therapy.

You were back to a normal diet, and you were going to therapy three times a week. Well, the shrink came to you, but semantics.

Your class visited every day, bringing you your homework and recorded lessons, most of them crying, and more than elated that you were back, safe.

Shouto, after being given permission by your parents, was being counted as a family member, and he had been practically living in the hospital with you.

For the first week, he had refused to leave your hospital room. He had slept curled around you, despite the machines that you had been hooked up to, he had missed class, staying with you and keeping you company.

There was also the reason of him being the only one to be able to calm you down after a nightmare.

There were nightmares where you woke up sweaty and nervous, asking the nurse on the night shift to light the candles that were all around your room.

But there were some that had you hurtling to the small bathroom in your room, hurling the contents of your stomach up. Then there were the ones that got so bad that you locked yourself in the bathroom, hiding yourself away in a corner until someone noticed and got a hold of Shouto.

They were getting better, and you were getting better about people coming up behind you, the touching.

For a few days after being admitted to the hospital, the only person who could touch you was Shouto.

Your mother had been heart broken every time you flinched away from her touches.

Your father had only come once, and he had been carried out by hospital staff after Shouto had tossed him out of your room.

You had retreated into yourself after that, and had come clean to Shouto about some of what had happened while you were being held hostage.

The therapy was helping, and so was the massive support that you were getting from the public and other heroes that had been in similar situations.

Your friends were very understanding of you not touching them as much anymore, and you and Bakugou were closer than ever, since he had experienced something similar.

Today was your first day back in the dorms, and you weren't going to lie to yourself, you were nervous.

The class had slowly starting moving all the gifts that you were receiving into your room, so you were only carrying a small bag.

"Shouto," you began. "You know that you can walk away if I get to be too much right?"

It had been bothering you for a while, that he had stayed with you for so long. It had bothered you that he had given up so much of his time for you, while getting very little from you in return.

"Why would I do that?" Shouto asked cocking his head to the side in confusion.

"I just mean that . . . well, I know that I haven't been the easiest girlfriend to have recently, and I . . . I have more issues than when we first started dating, and things have changed. I'm way more high maintenance than I was. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted a different girl-"

"Stop it right there," he demanded, turning to you.

His eyes were hard, despite his soft tone of voice.

"(Y/F/N), I don't want anyone other than you," he said. "I don't care if you wake me up at three in the morning screaming. I don't care if you sometimes have days where you feel like you can't say anything to me. I don't care if you have days where you can't get out of bed. I love you. I love you more than anything, and those things are not going to stop me from loving you.

"You are one of the strongest women in my life, and I am not letting you go because you have some issues. We've all got issues, hell, I have issues we haven't even touched on. Those things are just another part of you that I get to love. Alright?"

You nodded, blinking back tears.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" you asked softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He waited for a moment before he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You weren't entirely sure why touch was such a problem for you now. Other than the injuries you had received during the fight, nothing had happened to you that would explain it, nothing you could remember anyway.

There had been some retrograde amnesia that went along with your kidnapping, though the doctors had assured you that those memories would come back with enough time.

And they had. There were still a few blank spots, but there weren't nearly as many as there had been.

"All the right things," he murmured, kissing your forehead hesitantly.

"I love you too Shouto," you told him.

He smiled softly at you, then turned towards the doors.

They opened, revealing your friends and a huge banner with your characterized face on it.

"Surprise!" they all said, though they didn't yell it like you had thought they would.

"Welcome home (Y/F/N)," Shouto said, sliding his arm around your shoulders as you both walked out.

Yeah, this was home.

[kywaslost]

How they help with sensory overload/panic/anxiety attack

Requests are open!

Warnings: mentions of sensory overload and panic/anxiety attacks, abuse

 All of class 1-A were sitting in the common room, some watching a movie while others were talking loudly. Normally you would be joining in the chatter, talking about the day’s training and classes, even helping todoroki and some of the other students make dinner. But today was different. Your anxiety was through the roof. The past few days have been filled with tests and exams from all of your teachers. It was nearing finals as well, causing you to lose sleep so you could study. It didn’t help that you hadn’t slept in two days due to stress and anxiety and that you had to do one-on-one battles with your classmates that morning. 

Right now you were silently following your boyfriend Bakugou around. He was going to go get a drink, getting up from his seat next to the bakusquad. You stood up and followed him, walking really close to his back.

“Hey,” Bakugou barked, not knowing it was you that was behind him. When he saw a glimpse of your hair and felt your head lean against his back, his face softened. “Oh, sorry,” he apologized under his breath. He turned and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “If you wanted a drink you could have just said so, I would get you one.” You leaned into his side and walked with him. The lights were getting really bright. The song changed, blasting in your opinion. You buried your head in Bakugou’s side to try to at least muffle the sound a little. He poured two cups of water and handed one to you. The two of you sat back down and you cuddled really close to the blond headed boy. After a few minutes you buried your head closer to him. Bakugou noticed and grew agitated.

“Oi,” he growled quietly. “What is your problem? Are you--” he noticed how you flinched away from his growing voice. He also noticed how you covered your eyes from the dim lights in the room. He sighed, setting down his cup of water. He pulled you to his lap and pressed your head to his chest. He covered your ears and shielded your eyes. The two of you stayed that way until Bakugou carried you to your dorm. He stayed with you until you fell asleep.

You had a lot in common with your father Shota Aizawa. You were quiet, always tired, but also very smart. You didn’t like loud noises and they scared you to be honest. If you didn’t get away from the noise or it didn’t go away you’d start to shake. The reason was understandable, of course. It was simple. When you were only six months old your mother was killed in a villian attack. As Aizawa fought the villain that killed your mother Present Mic saved you and got you out of harm’s way. Both you and Aizawa were devastated. As a fact, you were selectively mute. You would only talk to your father and Uncle Mic. That was far as it went. 

Your friends never understood why you never spoke a word. You were in class 1-A under your father’s teaching. You had one friend going into that class and it was Izuku Midoriya. He was with you ever since the very first day of school when you were kids. He understood that you didn’t speak and would stand up for you when the other kids in class 1-A kept trying to get you to talk. It was several months into the school year and you were in Present Mic’s English class. He was naturally a loud person due to his quirk but he always tried to tone it down when you were in his class.

There were two doors in Present Mic’s classroom; one in the front and one in the back. You just so happened to sit next to the one in the back. At the moment Mic wasn’t really teaching. There were only ten minutes left of class and Mic decided to let the rest of the time be spent however the students wished. Right now the bakusquad were goofing off and laughing. The room was starting to get loud. You looked around the room, taking in all of the noise.

“Hey mute mouth!” You turned your head to the source of the yelling. Bakugou was sitting on top of a desk, staring at you. Your body started to tremble, becoming afraid of all the noise in the room. You slowly turned your head to the side as if asking him what he wanted. “What in the world is wrong with you?” By this time you could barely catch your breath. Your trembling got worse. Now the room was silent as everyone was looking at you.

“Y/N?” Present Mic called from his desk. “Are you alright?” You didn’t even spare him a look when you raced out the back door of the classroom and down the hall. It was empty, quiet since classes were still in session. You slowly slid down a wall to the floor, curling into a ball. You shook terribly, starting to scream and cry. 

“Hey, kiddo, whoa you’re ok,” a voice said from beside you. “It’s me, Uncle Mic. Do you mind if I touch you?” You continued to scream as doors opened and teachers poked their heads out into the hall. When they saw Mic shooing them into their rooms with his hands they closed their doors and continued on with their classes. Mic slowly wrapped his arms around your shaking frame. He pulled you to him and rested his chin on your head.

“It’s ok kiddo,” he whispered uncharacteristically. “Just breathe ok?” He sat there with you until your screaming ceased and your breath was steady again. He smiled, “Hey, there we go!”

“Too loud,” you muttered. “Way too loud.”

“I know little eraser. I’m sorry. I’ll try to keep it quiet next time.”

When Kirishima first met Bakugou he never would have thought he would be dating the blonde boy’s sister. Your quirk was just like Bakugou’s only you shot ice explosions instead of fire and instead of sweating nitroglycerin, frost would coat your skin in very thin layers.

Kirishima always offered to help you with your quirk. While you could practice your attacks Kirishima could test his hardening skills. Another thing Kirishima did was understand you had bad anxiety. You never told your brother but when he was kidnapped, you were petrified. You loved him as much as you never admitted and you were afraid you wouldn’t see him again. That’s what made you transfer to the hero course at UA. You had the chance to keep an eye on your brother and learn how to save people from the very thing that happened to Bakugou.

You and Kirishima had just gotten back to the dorms from a sparring practice you two held after school. Once you had showered and eaten you two were in his room, relaxing. He was sitting at the desk in his room, scrolling through the internet on his computer. You were laying on his bed asleep. He looked across the room and smiled softly when he noticed you were cuddled up with one of his pillows. You were hidden by his blankets and warm in his hoodie as your face was buried in the pillow.

That’s adorable, Kirishima thought as he pulled his phone out and took a picture before he turned back to his computer. He sat in silence for a few moments when he heard very soft whimpering coming from his bed. It was almost inaudible, it was so silent.

“Baby?” the red head called softly. He turned back around to face the bed again, trying to see where the noise was coming from. He saw your sleeping form twitching from time to time, face plastered with looks of fear. Kirishima worriedly stood from his seat across the room and made his way over to you quickly. He sat beside you and rested his hand on your shoulder, turning you on your back. You continued to whimper and started to mutter.

“No,” you whispered. Kirishima pulled your back to his chest and held you there with one arm as his other hand ran though your hair calmingly. 

“Hey,” he whispered. “It’s ok. You need to wake up ok?” Kirishima had to tighten his grip as you started to thrash around harder. You started to cry in your sleep, gripping the arm that was wrapped around you tightly. Kirishima continued to smooth your hair and whisper to you to wake you up. 

You gasped through tears as your eyes shot open. Kirishma shushed you quietly, still attempting to calm you down. “Hey, it’s ok little rock. You’re alright.” You struggled to catch your breath, still shaking.

“Kiri!” you gasped, trying to pry the arms away from you. Kirishima picked up on what was going on and let go, sliding off the bed and kneeling so he was eye level with you.

“Oh,” he said quickly. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t think it would get this bad.” You sat up and pulled at the collar of Kirishima’s hoodie. He could see the panic in your eyes. “Hey, it’s ok. Do you want me to help you take that off?” You didn’t hear him, still pulling the fabric from your body. “I’m going to take that off ok?” Kirishima gently pulled the fabric from your hands and over your head, leaving you in your black t-shirt you had been wearing. 

“Let’s calm your breathing little rock,” he said with a soft smile. “Can I hold your hand?” You nodded frantically as he gently took your right hand in his. He placed it to his chest. “Feel that? Feel my breathing? Try to match me ok?” It took ten minutes for him to get your breathing to slow. 

“Is it ok if I hold you?” You nodded again as the red-head slid in beside you and pulled you into his lap. “You’re still shaking,” he muttered. “Do you want some water?” He pulled a bottle off the nightstand, opening it and handing it to you. He pressed it to your lips and tilted it so the cool liquid fell through your lips. You took a few sips before pulling away. You took a shaky breath and wrapped your arms around Kirishama’s waist. Kirishima pulled you close and held you tight until your shaking ceased.

“Do you feel any better?” the boy whispered quietly.

“Hmhm,” you hummed and buried your head in his chest. “Thank you Kiri.” You leaned up and pecked his lips. “I’m sorry.” Kirishima frowned, pulling your face to look at him.

“Don’t be sorry love,” he said softly. “You can’t control these things. I’d do this 100x over if it meant you would be ok in the end. I hope I don’t have to, because this isn’t good for you, but I will if I have to.” A tear fell from your eyes and Kirishima wiped it away. “Can you tell me what triggered this?” You looked away.

“I dreamed of Katsuki being kidnapped again.” Your voice was quiet. Kirishima rested his chin on your head.

“I’m sorry baby.”

 Deku was the most observant person you had ever met. He noticed everything within a matter of seconds. This meant a lot to you. You were quiet by nature, only ever really talking to people you were close to. This included Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kirishima. You would exchange a few words with the rest of your classmates but that was as far as it went. Izuku always noticed when you were getting too anxious or tired. He knew how to calm you down and make you feel comfortable. 

This was one of those days he had to use that knowledge. You were having a day with Todoroki, Iida, Ochako, and Deku. The five of you were walking through the mall, window shopping. It was more of a friends day than a shopping day since all you all did was talk with each other. You all were eating lunch in one of the many dining areas in the mall. It was nearing the busiest part of the day as the crowds of people grew and the noise got louder. This didn’t get past without you noticing. You started to flinch whenever a particularly loud noise came from the crowd.

“Are you alright Y/N?” Todoroki asked over his bowl of cold soba. “You look frightened.” 

You shook your head and said quietly, “I’m fine.” Deku noticed this. He took your arm gently and pulled you to your feet.

“We’ll be back,” he said quickly, pulling you away from your friends and to a quiet, secluded part of the mall. He sat you down and sat beside you, wrapping his arms around you. “Hey,” he whispered quietly. “It’s too loud isn’t it?” You nodded as the boy pulled your head to his chest to try and hide you from the noise and light.

“The lights are too bright,” you whispered. Deku hid your face more.

“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let Ochako drag you out here.”

“It’s fine.” The two of you sat like that until you calmed down. “Let’s go find the others,” you said as you sat up. As you made your way back to the table, Todoroki bumped into you.

“Oh, there you are,” he said as he steadied you. “Are you alright?” You nodded.

“I’m alright,” you whispered. “It was just getting too loud and bright.” The boy nodded as he walked with you and Deku, each of the boys having an arm wrapped around you.

When Shinsou started UA, he swore he wasn’t there to make friends. He kept true to his word, or at least until you showed up. You were accepted later in the year since the school sent you an invite once they noticed you would do well in their school. You were in class 1-C. Your quirk would do well in that class, but most of your classmates didn’t agree.

Your quirk was mental drawing, meaning you could draw what the people around you were thinking. Most of the kids in your class didn’t like your quirk; they thought it wasn’t fitting for a hero. This caused you to keep to yourself and not talk to anyone. This only added on to the torture.

You were sitting at your desk before English class as you doodled on a piece of scrap paper. You sat in the back corner of the class by the window. This way, you got the best lighting and the best view. You stared at your paper absentmindedly as your pencil slid across the paper. It started with small lines here and there but then developed into the shape of a person. You were working on the other eye when a group of classmates caught your attention.

“Hey mute girl!” someone called out. You looked up with shy eyes, hiding your face behind your hair. You turned your head to the side slightly, acknowledging their presence. There were three of them, all towering over your desk. The one in the middle ripped the paper from beneath your hand.

“Hey!” you said, reaching for the drawing. “Give that back!” The men laughed, hovering over the paper and pointing at certain spots, laughing even harder.

“This is your quirk?!” The one on your right laughed. “Seriously, this sucks.”

The one on the left spoke,” You’re never going to make it big here.”

“What’s your problem?” spat a voice from behind the boys. The three turned around.

“You!” they scoffed, laughing. Immediately, they fell silent and stiff. You looked around them to see Shinsou Hitoshi staring at them.

“Give the girl her paper back,” commanded the man. The boy with your drawing placed it back down on your desk. “Apologize.”

“We’re sorry,” the three said in a monotone voice. The man with purple hair smirked. “Now act like the chickens you are until class starts.” The three boys started clucking, running around the classroom. You giggled, watching them embarrass themselves. The man controlling them sat down at the desk beside you. 

“Thank you,” you whispered to the man.

“Don’t mention it,” he grumbled. “They deserve everything they get.”

“You’re name’s Shinsou Hitoshi, right?” you asked quietly. He nodded, taken aback. He didn’t think you knew who he was.

“Yeah, and you’re Y/N? The new one?” he asked. You nodded.

“Yeah.” You sat in silence before you decided to speak again. “How did you manage to get into a class like this?” you asked. “You have the perfect quirk to be a-”

“Villain?” Shinsou spat. “You know what, I thought you were different. I guess not.”

You were confused. “No,” you stated. “I was going to say you had the quirk of a hero. You could do great things with a quirk like yours.” Shinsou gave you an amazed look.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” He flashed you a small smile and class started.

You slowly packed up your belongings in the locker room. You just finished your last class of the day, gym. You were exhausted, ready to grab a cup of coffee and head back to your dorm. You grabbed your backpack and walked out of the locker room.

“Hey wait up!” You turned around to see Shinsou running up to you. He slowed down to match your pace. “Hey,” he smiled. You grinned slightly.

“Hello Shinsou. What’s got you in a good mood? You usually don’t talk to others,” you pointed out. Shinsou shrugged.

“You’re not like the others. So, got any plans?” you shook your head.

“Not really. I was going to go get a coffee then head back to the dorm to study for our upcoming exam,” you answered

“Mind if I join you?” Shinsou asked. Your smile brightened.

“Sure!”

The two of you sat in your dorm room, studying. Shinsou asked if he could join you in studying and you agreed. Right now he was reading through a textbook while you were flipping through your notes.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Shinsou started, catching your attention, “Can I see the drawing you were working on earlier?” You nodded shyly, leaning over to grab your sketchbook. You pulled out the loose piece of paper and handed it to the boy. He looked at it, amazed. “This is amazing!”

Your cheeks reddened as you hid behind your hair again. “Thanks,” you muttered. “It’s my quirk; I can draw what someone nearby is thinking,” you explained. Shinsou handed the paper back to you, accept his hand hovered near your head. He made eye contact with you before he brushed the hair from your face and behind your ear. He smiled before returning to his book. Silence fell between the two of you once again.

You and Shinsou became friends quickly. He’d walk with you back to the dorms after school and would even train with you from time to time. He understood that you were shy so he didn’t push you to do anything you didn’t want to. Month passed and it was time for break. You had invited Shinsou to come over one night to watch a movie, seeing as though you thought both your parents were working. He showed up in a pair of grey sweatpants and a purple hoodie. His hood was up when you answered the knock at the door. 

“H-Hey Shinsou,” you greeted quietly. He smiled.

“Hello Y/N, may I come in?” you nodded, letting him in and leading him to the couch. There were several warm, fluffy blankets and pillows strewn over the couch.

“What movie would you like to watch?” you asked the boy. “I have so many dvd’s, Netflix, Hulu, and Disney+ so I’m pretty sure I could find almost everything.” Shinsou shrugged as he plopped down on the couch, pulling a few blankets out from under him. You started pacing, fumbling with the remote and flipping through the apps on the TV. You also started to ramble and list off the movies you noticed.

“Y/N-” Shinsou started with a small chuckle. “Y--Y/N.” He gently took your hand and pulled you down to sit beside him. Your face reddened as you returned the small smile Shinsou was giving you. “You need to calm down,” he laughed. “I know you're anxious and I understand. Why don’t you go get something to drink and I’ll look for a movie, ok?” You nodded as he smiled. He gently took the remote from your hand and you went to get a glass of water.

Shinsou could hear a door open and close from the back of the house. “Y/N?” he called out quietly. There was the sound of glass shattering and shouts coming from the kitchen. The boy ran as fast as he could to where you were. “Y/N!” He slid into the kitchen to see a man towering over your trembling body. Blood dripped from cuts on your head and glass shards surrounded you. The man was yelling at you, or at least he was until he saw Shinsou standing in the doorway. The man sneered back down at you, raising an arm above his head. In the blink of an eye Shinsou was standing over you, forcing your father’s hand away from you. 

“What are you doing!?” Shinsou screamed angrily.

“Get out!” your father yelled. Shinsou activated his quirk.

“Leave,” he seethed. “Leave, and don’t come back.” The man turned and walked out of the door he had come through. Once Shinsou was sure the man was away from you, he turned around and dropped down by your side. You were hyperventilating and crying, freaked out. “Hey,” the boy said calmly. He attempted to reach out towards you but you flinched away from him. He frowned. “Ok,” he nodded. “I won’t touch you. Just try to calm down, ok?”

You continued to gasp, taking in much more air than you needed. “Look at me.” You looked up to see dark purple eyes filled with concern and kindness. He smiled softly when you listened. “There we go, that’s great. Now breathe with me, ok?” He took huge deep breaths, still looking into your eyes. After a few breaths you started to breath with him. You reached a hand out to him and he took it, squeezing it gently. You finally calmed down enough to speak.

“You should go,” you breathed, trying to stand. Shinsou pulled you back down so you were now sitting on his lap. He hugged you close to his chest before examining your head.

“I’m not leaving,” he stated. “And you’re bleeding. We need to get you looked at.” You started to panic again, shaking your head frantically.

You started to beg, “Please, no.” Tears streamed down your face and Shinsou wiped them away. “I can’t. They’ll take me away, please we can’t!” Shinsou rocked you back and forth.

“Ok,” he soothed. “Ok.”

Your teacher would never admit it but he cared deeply for his students. He would give his life 100x over if it meant his students would be alright in the end. He knew everything about his students; what they could do, what they couldn’t do, what they were afraid of, and what they were comfortable with. Aizawa was sure that his students could handle their own and would come to him if they ever needed them but there was one student he wasn’t too sure about. Y/N L/N. Aizawa knew that she had doubts about herself. He knew that she was always anxious and could get jumpy easily.

Today Aizawa was going to have his students present ways to help some of their classmates. Earlier in the week he had the class draw names and then they were to come up with ways to help the student they pulled out of a box with their quirk. It was your turn to present and you were starting to panic. 90% of the class had never even heard you speak.

“Y/N.” Aizawa spoke. “You’re up.” You took a deep breath before standing, walking up to the front of the class. You opened your mouth, attempting to speak, but no sound came from your mouth. You froze as your heart rate increased and your breath hitched. You shook your head, dropped your papers, and ran out of the classroom. Momo gasped.

“Do you-” she started but Aizawa cut her off.

“No.” The teacher followed his student out the door slowly. He roamed the halls as he looked for you.

You leaned against the wall, sitting on the cold tile floor. Tears brimmed your eyes as you took deep breaths to calm yourself. This wasn’t exactly the first time you’ve had to run out of class and later apologize to your teacher. You heard soft footsteps approach you and then someone sit down beside you.

“Are you alright?” you jumped slightly from the voice, still a little on edge. You looked to your side to see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa. You nodded, continuing to calm your breathing. Aizawa hesitantly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry,” the teacher whispered. “I should’ve known something like this would have happened.”

You shook your head. “It’s alright.” Aizawa’s eyes widened and he smiled. You were talking to him. “I need to outgrow this sometime, right?”

“It’ll take time, but I’m willing to help in any way that I can.”

Hawks knew that when he married you that there were many things that triggered sensory overload and anxiety. That’s why he let you stay in his office at the agency during most of the work day. You would help him with paperwork and you’d schedule events for him. That’s what you liked about your husband. He knew what triggered you and did his best to keep you safe.

When you had attacks out of nowhere, Keigo was always there to talk you down. If you were comfortable with him touching you, he’d hold you close to him and whisper in your ear. If you didn’t want physical contact he’d just sit with you and try to bring your attention away from what was triggering you.

Today was just one of those days. The days where you didn’t feel like yourself and just felt off. Your anxiety was through the roof and you didn’t feel like leaving your bed. Hawks had left before you were awake, having a conference to attend to. He should be getting back to the agency about now, you thought as you lay motionless on the bed. You were supposed to be at the agency right now but you couldn’t find the will to get out of bed. Your attention moved to your buzzing phone on the nightstand. Hawks. You let it ring as you continued to lay there. 

“Honey, I’m home!” Hawks called as he walked into the apartment you both shared. “Are you alright? You haven’t answered any of my calls and you weren’t at work.” He roamed the house, looking for you. He pushed open the door to the bedroom and saw your shaking form on the bed. He rushed over. “Baby, are you alright?” You didn’t answer as he pulled the blanket away from your face. He frowned. “Honey you’re having an attack. Can I touch you?” You nodded through your fear as Hawks swiftly picked you up and sat you in his lap. He shushed you quietly. “Breathe with me, ok?” Minutes passed as you struggled to come back down to earth and breathe. 

“It’s one of those days, isn’t it?” Hawks asked quietly. You nodded as your eyes drooped. These attacks always drained the energy right out of you. “Why don’t we take a nap?” You looked up and pecked Hawks’ lips before nuzzling further into his chest.

“That sounds nice.”

Having dealt with quite a few of these himself, Shoto understood that you wanted space when attacks hit you. These attacks came out of nowhere, most of the time when you were relaxing with your boyfriend. The two of you were cuddling on his bed, sitting in silence. You were curled up against Todoroki’s side, half asleep. The boy rested his cheek on your head as he read the book in his hands. Todoroki knew that you were having a particularly hard day. You were much more shy than you usually were and you clung to Todoroki for most of the day, not that he didn’t mind though. You usually only did that when your anxiety was worse than usual.

“Hard day?” he whispered to your half-conscious form. You hummed in response. “Anxiety?” You nodded. Todoroki pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Do you want to talk about it?” You opened your eyes, staring off in front of you. Your breath was still shaky, but it had been that way all day so you were used to it.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you muttered. “I just woke up and felt anxious.” Todoroki could hear the tremble in your voice and wrapped an arm around you.

“Why don’t I make you that tea that always helps you calm down?” he offered. “Then we can take a nap, maybe even watch a movie.” You nodded.

“Thank you.” Todoroki returned to his dorm room about ten minutes later with a cup of steaming tea. He set it down on the nightstand when he saw your sleeping form on his bed. He knew he should let you sleep but the tea he brought he knew would calm you down. He slowly lowered himself to lay down beside you, running his hand over your arm.

“Y/N,” he said softly and planted a kiss above your ear. “Wake up darling. I’m back.” You stirred and sat up. Todoroki handed you the cup of tea and pulled you to lean against him. The two of you stayed like that until you finished your tea. Once Todoroki placed the cup back on the shelf beside the bed, he laid the both of you down. “Better?” he asked and you nodded.

“Better.”

The boy always had a lot of energy due to his quirk. Denki was loud and always excited, which is why you two got along so easily. There were countless nights when you and Denki would stay up late playing video games together until breakfast the next morning. 

You were trying to set up one of the gaming systems as Denki walked into his dorm room, arms filled with snacks and drinks.

“Ready sweetpea?” Denki beamed. “How late are we gonna play today?”

You giggled at his sweet greeting. “I don’t know. My best guess is that we’ll lose track of time and end up falling asleep in class again.” Denki laughed. You sighed and moved to sit on your feet. “Can you help me Denki? I have no clue what I’m doing.” The boy nodded.

“Of course baby bolt,” he smiled. “Here, look.” He started to plug in certain cords and wires. He moved to pat your shoulder but sent sparks through your body. You twitched, wincing. Denki was taken aback before he launched forward and hugged you. “I’m so sorry!” he cried. “I didn’t mean to!” You laughed.

“It’s alright Denki, I’m alright.”

You played video games for about twenty minutes before you put your controller down and squeezed your eyes shut. “You alright chickadee?” Denki asked from his spot beside you. His voice wasn’t that loud, but it was like a bell ringing in your head.

“Please keep your voice down,” you whimpered. Denki scooted over to you, pulling you into a hug.

“Sensory overload,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. I caused this when I shocked you earlier.” The boy continued to shield your eyes and stay quiet until you made it clear you were ok.

“Can we just go to sleep?” you asked quietly. Denki nodded.

“Of course baby bolt, if it’ll help at all.”