#present mic astrology

[twinkinspector]

present mic / yamada hizashi ❥ astrology masterlist

❥ birth date: july 7, 2111

❥ birth time: 6pm

❥ birth place: tokyo

❥ pop astrology analysis:

cancer sun, cancer moon, capricorn rising. on the surface, i would say his big three doesn't fit him. but that's in the pop astrology sense – just looking at the surface of his behaviors and at these three placements. i would have expected much more air and much more fire. but his big three consists of earth and water! weird to me for sure. [insert no bitches meme here] no leo? ALL THAT SAID........ it does make sense when you look deeper.

❥ in-depth below the cut ❥

❥ cancer sun: emotional. strong survival instinct. nurturing. sensitive. compassionate. seeks and offers security. loyal. protective. highly intuitive. associated with psychic abilities. charismatic. mommy issues.

our boy mic isn't what i'd call a textbook cancer. his analysis is going to be more of me dissecting the motivations behind his actions – he's much older than other characters, so he's likely "masking" his placements more than other analyses i've done. his motivations are almost always personal. they're often to protect his friends, which is very cancer. cancers take relationships really seriously, which is obviously the case with mic. because of the emotional and nurturing aspects of cancers, they can be very focused on the past. i think this manifests in the way he reacts when finding out about shirakumo. (i'm not going to say anything more than that bc spoilers.) ALSO i think his intuition comes into play with his choice of friends. though aizawa acted aloof and distant, mic knew he could crack him. and he did.

❥ cancer moon: loyal. nurturing. family is super important to him. goes out of his way to make others feel loved. naturally supports and protects others. very emotional. i've noticed this placement can have mood swings really easily based on the moon's current transits.

mic's personal motivations are super important to him. when shirakumo is killed in battle, he and aizawa are frozen in place to mourn him for hours. though his passing truly affected mic (and he still carries it with him), he was able to navigate his initial grief (showing a mastery and understanding of emotion) and more or less move forward. his friendship with aizawa is really indicative of how he goes out of his way to make others feel loved. he really had to go out of his way to be friends with someone so guarded. although he's loyal to his friends, mic is able to team up with pretty much anyone. in the manga, there was a point in his high school career when he had to team up in a two-vs.-two battle with someone he really didn't like against aizawa and shirakumo. while mic's team didn't win, he did a surprisingly good job of cooperating. this often shows a lot of empathy and emotional intelligence.

❥ capricorn rising: biiiiig bizzy-business energy. work-oriented. no-nonsense. stoic. poised. quick-witted. bright. emphasis on family. mastery of the material. organized.

it might seem like mic isn't high-achieving and work-oriented, but i think that's just something he's cultivated over the years. he's honestly much more hardworking than he seems on the surface. he has three jobs!!!!! he's also able to compartmentalize his strong emotions to do what needs to be done when it comes to work. this placement is super persistent. he wore a seemingly aloof aizawa down until he became a lifelong friend. i think this placement is HUGELY colored by his leo mercury.

❥ leo mercury: excels at public speaking, performance, and winning the hearts of others. proud. bold. authoritative. enthusiastic. well-liked. enjoys the spotlight.

mic is the poster child for the surface manifestations of a leo mercury. his entire persona was created around his special brand of communication – insanely loud and bold. this is the way his actions manifest – BIG and BOLD.

❥ leo venus: loves grand gestures. bold love. confident. playful. dramatic. energetic. can be emotionally unstable. loyal. warm. aesthetics are important to him. loves the effect he has on society.

i think this placement colors his others too. he's so bold in the way he expresses himself – even aesthetically. venus represents aesthetics as well as all its other domains. so his hair??????? v leo venus. this placement does speaks to his strong emotions even though it's not a water sign or a traditionally ~emotional~ sign to most people. he also thinks (rightfully) that society is a better place with him in it.

❥ cancer mars: indirect. passive-aggressive. inclined to control their feelings but can seem moody. can later erupt. protects himself. driven to action based upon emotion. mars is in its fall here.

this really drives home how much his emotions influence his actions. mars is the planet of action and how we deal with conflict. it's not always about how we react to conflict – sometimes it's about why things are causing conflict in our minds in the first place.

❥ virgo jupiter: intelligent. problem-solver. great technical and analytical skills. loves to learn. many interests. perfectionist. realistic. optimistic outlook on mundane things. gravitates toward extremes. jupiter is in detriment here.

this is another good representation of how mic expresses himself. he takes the smaller details and more mundane things and turns them into something bigger and more expansive (jupiterian). this is a perfect example of why he always volunteers to commentate – he's taking something mundane and turning it into an opportunity / something more interesting.

❥ pisces saturn: compassionate. philosophical. introspective. aloof. hopeful. idealistic.

this is interesting. some people with saturn in pisces tend to overcompensate for these traits by trying to control things. and i think mic does this. he doesn't necessarily control situations – but people. his whole ~thing~ is crowd control and inspiring others. to me, this placement is about turning the greater good and your ideals into a career – which is exactly what mic has done. he's not only a hero but he does it in a way that's really in-your-face and brings his ideals to the forefront.

the rest of these planets are GENERATIONAL. i'll make this into its own page after i have more than one character with these same placements!

❥ gemini uranus: intelligent. perceptive. flexible. resourceful. values freedom and independence.

people with this placement are usually really good at learning new skills – and quickly. they're often able to focus on multiple things. and they have a lot of interests! that's one reason they value freedom – they want the freedom to follow their interests.

❥ libra neptune: idealistic. creative. has an eye for beauty. receptive. compassionate. tolerant. seeks harmony and balance. love of beauty and art.

people with this placement are usually really charming. these people love to be idealistic, but they're able to balance that with realism. mic does the best he can within his means and tries to inspire others to be as idealistic as he is.

❥ taurus pluto: a knack for making something out of nothing. persistent. enjoys comfort and beauty.

these people may obsess over money and material things. this could be why mic works so many jobs instead of just making his interests into hobbies!

❥ overall

as i said in the beginning, it's interesting to analyze someone so much older than the characters i've been analyzing. the older you get, the more your learned behaviors affect you and color the way things manifest. so it's important to take that into account too! that's why i really tried to focus on his internal motivations – which actually checks out as far as the amount of cancer placements he has. his internal world is intense. i didn't analyze his cancer stellium specifically because it seems like he's learned to mask his emotions pretty well with grandiose behavior (given to him by his leo placements). i do think this chart fits him, but i'll admit that this was a tough one! i also want to note that every time i reference "family" here, i'm referring to his found family. mic really sees his friends as family. again..... very cancer.

❥ chart

[aqua2fana]

My Hero Academia Astrology Charts Part 4:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

[apphiarothowrites]

Ahem *taps mic* hi it’s been awhile

When Marco was 14 fresh into puberty and with the grace and elegance of a new born giraffe. Rakuyo seeing the kids self esteem at an all time low decides to take him to a fortune teller.

A love fortune teller to be precise. The teller in question is no one of real consequence. Her readings are accurate as the concept of astrology. The only real consequence of this whole adventure is that marco becomes quite the romantic, after being told he is destined to have a prince ask for his hand.

Now this statement may or may not be true but to a 14 year old who looks a tad odd and hasn’t quite grown into his feet. It’s a rather nice thought to have. So Marco gets his fortune read, Rakuyo gets to be a brother and they stop for soba on the way back to the moby. So a good day all in all.

Now unbeknownst to Rakuyo that little session saved marco quite a bit of grief as the teenager would not fully grow into his looks until his late twenties. (Something that would still bother him greatly, even with the fortune) but even having the idea that one day a “prince” would ask for his hand, ask him to be theirs entirely. Was a bandaid (perhaps not the healthiest but you work with what you got) so marco grew, laughed off jokes, kissed people in dim rooms and did many other things (that were far less hygienic in dark alleyways.) Avoided most mirrors and did his best to bury negative thoughts under paperwork.

His parent visits in the fall of his 31st birthday. Pops swoons over the flowers they present to him before snatching marco away for the day. “You are quiet dove.” They remark, a ring laden finger tracing the teacups rim. Marco opens his mouth and closes it, biting his lip. His parent waits as he sips at the lukewarm tea. “I-“ he flounders again. His parent takes his free hand olive skin clashing with his darker tone. “You are not ugly dove.” They say.

Marco gives a humorless chuckle “I think you’re obligated to say that Ada.”

“Marco.” Their voice is firm, “do you think I am ugly?”

“No.” And it’s the truth his parent couldn’t ever be ugly, hooded lids and thick lips, thick red scars cover both cheeks paired with hauntingly blue eyes. “It’s just-“ and how can he say it? ‘I look like the best parts of you but somehow they came out wrong on me’

They sigh, “you spend too much time listening.”

“It’s good to listen.”

“Yes but you must also talk, dove.” They squeeze his hand. “Come with me to the north.”

“What why?” Marco wasn’t even born in the north despite his parent being born there.

“You spend too much time on that boat, you must use those wings to fly.”

Unfortunately for marco his parent is if nothing else very good at arguing and winning the argument. He leaves 3 days later his father giving him a hug and his parent a kiss on the cheek.

The north is… loud, that’s the first thought marco has. The wind howls constantly. His parent quickly rods him off his clothes (minus the sash) and dresses him in northern fashion. He pouts when they pull out a maroon jacket. “It brings out your eyes dove.” But wears it anyway. Despite the chaos he settles somewhat the island he currently resides is part of a chain. It’s called spider… something. He wasn’t paying too much attention. A year passes, he turns 32 and celebrates with his parent dancing at a festival. Halfway through he expresses his concerns about the amount of staring. His parent laughs “dove you are the most handsome man these drunks have ever seen, relax. Go dance.”

All in all it is a very good birthday.

A week before his departure. (The moby called apparently they are not as adept at paperwork as he is) marco flies through the snow. He couldn’t tell you what he was expecting when he landed. It certainly wasn’t a man wearing a gaudy feather coat

It certainly wasn’t a man wearing a gaudy feather coat and bleeding out from multiple bullet wounds. A pink hat slipped from the man’s head revealing a shock of platinum blonde hair. Marco isn’t sure when he moved or what he said (he assumes it was some version of ‘are you ok’) but by the slack jawed expression in the blondes face it could’ve been an incoherent mess. The man then smiled slumping further over the small treasure chest, a burnt out cigarette falling from his painted lips. “Hey angel.” He slurred, “mind giving me a hand?”

I have nothing I can say, this is so fucking cute (and relatable, how'd you fucking manage to hit every one of my own personal insecurities with marco's self-image issues, hello awkward body type issues how are you today)

fihkjfndas

[usernoneexistent]

🧚‍♀️ 🍲 🧚‍♂️

Pick a character.

Answer these questions without thinking, like you would on a personality/strengths test. Make their choices as fast as you can.

For bedtime: Pajamas or nekked?

In the grass: Barefoot or shoed?

Coffee or tea?

Salty or sweet?

At a party: Tipsy or teetotaler?

Hydrated or chronically dehydrated?

Crunchy or creamy?

An adventure for fun: solo or with a buddy?

Favorite parent: mom or dad?

Who do they take after most: mom or dad?

Talktative or quiet?

Internal or external processor?

For sleeping: starfish or corpse?

Sparkling or still water?

Sunshine or rain?

Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall?

Formalwear: white or black?

Habitual or spontaneous?

Planner or pantser?

Theist or atheist?

Christmas or New Years?

Campfire or fireplace?

Dawn or dusk?

Desert or rainforest?

Which of the 5 Chinese elements: wood, metal, fire, earth, water?

Breakfast or fast (no breakfast)?

Flowers at their funeral: yes or no?

Lazy day: pants or pantsless?

Which is prettiest on partner: long or short hair?

Sunscreen or let nature do its thing?

I feel blessed by the soup fairy

Since we have been talking about Winona it feels right to have her answer. I'm handing the mic to her for this fast Q and A.

Bedtime: pyjamas or nekked?

Depends on the season if you catch my drift.

Coffee or tea?

Tea. I already have enough energy waking me on my own.

Salty or sweet?

Sweets! Oh there's so many sweets that I have to try!

At a party: Tipsy or teetotaler?

Always go for tipsy. Parties are more fun that way.

Hydrated or chronically dehydrated?

A chronic dehydrated. I'm constantly forgetting to drink.

Crunchy or creamy?

Creamy or do you think I would like to break my jaws?

An adventure for fun: Solo or with a buddy?

While solo is fine a buddy makes it thrice as fun.

Favourite parent: mum or dad?

Mama will always be my darling favourite parent.

Who do they take after most: mum or dad?

Mama again.

Talkative or quiet?

Have you met me?! I never shut up.

Internal or external processor?

Can I say both?

For sleeping: starfish or corpse?

Starfish. I don't share beds.

Sparkling or still water?

Still. The bubble weird me out.

Sunshine or rain?

Sunshine...But rain is good for writing day. Oh gosh it's hard to choose.

Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall?

Autumn bless you. But I am more of summer person.

Formalwear: white or black?

Black, I'm too clumsy for white.

Habitual or spontaneous?

Spontaneity is my middle name.

Planner or pantser?

A panster. Why plan? Planning is so overrated unless it's a party.

Theist or atheist?

Debatable

Christmas or New Years?

Oh, Christmas with all the presents and the sparkling lights!

Campfire or fireplace?

A fireplace, I'm not sleeping outside if I have to.

Dawn or dusk?

Dusk, I sleep in too long to watch the dawn.

Desert or rainforest?

Rainforest. At least there's water.

Which of the five Chinese elements: Wood, Metal, Fire, Earth, Water?

Fire but what about the astrology signs?

Breakfast or fast?

Breakfast.

Flowers at their funeral: yes or no?

Yes, surround me with amaryllis.

Which is the prettiest on partner: long or short hair?

Oh, this is so hard...um...I'll have to go with both.

Sunscreen or let nature do it's thing?

Sunscreen? What is a sunscreen? You mean a parasol to block the sun? No, I let nature take charge.

[kuwkedits]

Idk if u guys know this about me Um but I fucking love astrology n I’ll die on this hill idc.

As a cancer please just give me a fucking scorpio I don’t beg I ask eleven times please 😭😭😭 also mic and I have the same birthday but we were ‘born’ in different places but I like to think we r the exact same thank u for coming to my Ted talk.

[violetlunette]

Here’s something interesting!

Aizawa, Hizashi, and Nemuri are all water signs; Scorpio, Cancer, and Pisces respectively. And the days are in numeral order despite being months apart;

Hizashi: July 7

Aizawa: November 8

Midnight: March 9

Just something I thought was neat.

[the-lady-writes-what]

I’m going to start working on the story map for the next five chapters in The Fox Gods’ Wife and work on the next chapter of that. As some of you may know, how I plot my fics and original work is by using tarot cards and occasionally astrology. So, Aizawa is a Scorpio (Nov. 8) and Yamada is a Cancer (July 7). In real life, I don’t think star signs really have much influence on actual people, but from a writing perspective, astrology signs are a good tool for character archetypes. I have to say that even though these are unintended and completely accidental, Aizawa as a Scorpio and Yamada as a Cancer make so much sense. 

[hephaestuscrew]

Leon Stamatis is such an excellent character... Dies in the first episode with his last word being 'Nope'. Remains a main character anyway. Arranged for his funeral to be held at a watch factory. Scheduled sex into his Google Calendar (which he shared with his then-girlfriend). Scheduled his breakup into his Google Calendar, allotting half an hour for it. Scheduled every other detail of his life into his Google Calendar. Worked for a magazine about trucking. Went to all of his sister's open mic nights. Was an incredible dancer but hated it. Admires astrology but doesn't believe in it. Lives inside a crystal ball. Befriended the weird guy making speeches about a train city on the Subway. Made his siblings open his Christmas presents for him because he didn't like surprises. Saved his brother from freezing to death. Is the most important person in his best friend's life. Cared so much about his loved ones and has to watch them grieve for him. Breaks the framing device by arguing with the omniscient narrator. Writes a letter to his siblings from beyond the grave and signs it off "With love and expediency".

[litchi-jelly]

my hero academia astrological signs + birthdates

i've had such a hard time finding an accurate, inclusive list of bnha characters + their canon birthdays and astrological signs. so i'm just making one.

each sign's element is indicated by the title emoji, and each sign's modality is listed after the dates.

🔥 aries (march 21 - april 19) (cardinal)

naomasa tsukauchi - april 4th

tenko shimura / tomura shigaraki - april 4th

tomoko shiretoko / ragdoll - april 8th

mei hatsune - april 18th

⛰️ taurus (april 20 - may 20) (fixed)

katsuki bakugo / dynamight - april 20th

shino sosaki / mandalay - may 1st

oboro shirakumo / loud cloud - may 5th

jin bubaigawara / twice - may 10th

neito monoma / phantom thief - may 13th

yo shindo / grand - may 13th

💨 gemini (may 21 - june 20) (mutable)

yuga aoyama - may 30th

nine - june 1st

shinji nishiya / rock lock - june 9th

toshinori yagi / all might - june 10th

chizome akaguro / stain - june 14th

🌊 cancer (june 21 - july 22) (cardinal)

ryuko tsuchikawa / pixie bob - june 26th

denki kaminari / chargebolt - june 29th

hitoshi shinso - july 1st

natsuo todoroki - july 1st

inko midoriya - july 4th

hizashi yamada / present mic - july 7th

kotaro shimura - july 13th

izuku midoriya / deku - july 15th

mirio togata / lemillion - july 15th

tensei ida / ingenium - july 22nd

🔥 leo (july 23 - august 22) (fixed)

hanta sero / cellophane - july 28th

mina ashido / pinky - july 30th

kyoka jiro / earphone jack - august 1st

himiko toga - august 7th

enji todoroki / endeavor - august 8th

taishiro toyomitsu / fat gum - august 8th

shuichi iguchi / spinner - august 8th

yu takeyama / mt. lady - august 11th

tenya iida / ingenium - august 22nd

⛰️ virgo (august 23 - september 22) (mutable)

itsuka kendo / battle fist - september 9th

ryuko tatsuma / ryukyu - september 22nd

💨 libra (september 23 - october 22) (cardinal)

momo yaoyorozu / creati - september 23rd

inasa yoarashi / gale force - september 26th

nejire hado - october 6th

atsuhiro sako / mr. compress - october 8th

kaina tsutsumi / lady nagant - october 10th

eijiro kirishima / red riot - october 16th

tetsutetsu tetsutetsu - october 16th

🌊 scorpio (october 23 - november 21) (fixed)

fumikage tokoyami - october 30th

shouta aizawa / eraserhead - november 8th

sekijiro kan / vlad king - november 10th

🔥 sagittarius (november 22 - december 21) (mutable)

mitsuki bakugo - december 1st

fuyumi todoroki - december 6th

eri - december 21st

⛰️ capricorn (december 22 - january 19) (cardinal)

ochaco uraraka / uravity - december 27th

keigo takami / hawks - december 28th

mirai sasaki / sir nighteye - january 2nd

shouto todoroki - january 11th

touya todoroki / dabi - january 18th

moe kamiji / burnin - january 18th

💨 aquarius (january 20 - february 18) (fixed)

emi fukukado / ms. joke - february 5th

tsuyu asui / froppy - february 12th

🌊 pisces (february 18 - march 20) (mutable)

shinya kamihara / edgeshot - february 22nd

rumi usagiyama / mirko - march 1st

tamaki amajiki / sun eater - march 4th

nemuri kayama / midnight - march 9th

masura bakugo - march 15th

kai chisaki / overhaul - march 20th

[twinkinspector]

ASTROLOGY SERIES ANNOUNCEMENT

i’m actually not caught up on bnha at the moment, and dabi is supposed to be next up. but i want to make sure i do him justice — so i’m gonna postpone him. as soon as i’m caught up, i’ll post his as an extra! i hope u guys can forgive me uwu

[linphd]

last updated : 25/05/23

note : the person’s skin color, body shape, appearance etc doesn’t have any importance for anything I write, except if it is an important theme for the os/hc, and/or if it has been requested. obviously, when I say “female”/”male” I do not refer only to cisgender people.

dating headcanons | katsuki, dabi, endeavor -> gender neutral

dad headcanons | endeavor, dabi, natsuo, shoto -> gender neutral

dad headcanons | aizawa, all might, present mic -> gender neutral

being called “mom” by aizawa kids | shinsou, eri -> female reader

walking into their s/o crying | aizawa, present mic, all might, endeavor -> gender neutral

protecting you from mineta | aizawa, katsuki, sero, mina -> female reader 

playing fight | neito, shoto, camie, romero -> gender neutral

enemy to crush | shoto, katsuki, inasa -> gender neutral

love at first sight | kirishima, shinsou, neito -> gender neutral

they see their future with you | katsuki, kirishima, izuku -> female reader 

they see their future with you | shoto, tenya, denki -> female reader

they are like siblings | katsuki, shinsou, shoto -> gender neutral

their s/o is into astrology | endeavor, hawks, aizawa, all might -> gender neutral

their s/o is clingy | shoto, katsuki, tenya -> gender neutral

their S/O is an artsy person | shoto, katsuki, tenya, neito -> gender neutral

their S/O owns a cat café | tokoyami, katsuki, shoto, romero -> gender neutral

their S/O has an accent | katsuki, izuku, tamaki, neito -> gender neutral

their S/O has a nervous smile habit | katsuki, kirishima, shinsou, neito -> gender neutral

their S/O is a hero | shigaraki, twice, overhaul -> gender neutral

their crush is their polar opposite | tamaki, kirishima, tokoyami, denki -> gender neutral

they have a crush on you (fantasy AU) | kirishima, katsuki, shoto -> female reader 

falling for their f*ck buddy (bit NSFW) | camie, katsuki, shoto -> gender neutral

falling for their f*ck buddy (bit NSFW) | hawks, dabi, miruko -> gender neutral

they see your costume rip | katsuki, shoto, shinsou -> female reader

getting caught cuddling | katsuki, shoto, denki -> gender neutral

getting caught in their room (bit NSFW) | neito, shinsou, katsuki -> gender neutral

taking care of your baby alone | dabi, kirishima, tokoyami -> gender neutral

taking care of your baby alone | denki, katsuki, shoto -> gender neutral

they develop a crush on you | shihai, jurota, juzo -> gender neutral

you want to see their muscles | kirishima, neito, shoto -> female reader

their S/O is a bimbo | tamaki, tenya, shindou -> female reader

their S/O is a bimbo | katsuki, shoto, tokoyami -> female reader

asking you out (U.A students AU) | dabi, shigaraki, toga -> gender neutral

[h2bakugou]

bnha/mha masterlist

[ bnha/mha masterlist 2 ]

♡ indicates fluff/romance ☆ indicates smut/nsfw (all characters aged up 18+ au) ☁ indicates angst 

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katsuki bakugo: ↳ ‘match’sticks  ♡ ↳ blood-boiling  ☆ ↳ crush-contact ☆ ↳ speechless  ♡ ↳ counterpart  ♡ ↳ discipline ♡ ↳ part 2 ♡ ↳ goldie ♡ ↳ stormy nights ♡ ↳ losing teeth ♡ ↳ not weak ♡ ↳ field trip ♡  ↳ focus ♡ ↳ discovering ☆   ↳ “i’m keeping him.” ♡ ↳ relationship fears ♡ ↳ comfort after loss ♡ ↳ love all boobies ☆ ↳ love your body ☆ ↳ panic attack ♡ ↳ what are we ♡ ↳ deadpool’s quirk ♡ ↳ “you’re so in love with her” ♡ ↳ “i’m in control, katsuki” ☆ ↳ shitty week ♡ ↳ junior high gf ♡ ↳ keeping score ♡ ↳ invitation to the squad ♡ ↳ caught off guard ♡ ↳ comfort kisses ♡ ↳ tough lover ♡ ↳ love ‘triangle’ (with shoto todoroki) ♡ ↳ angel ♡ ↳ on one condition ♡ ↳ road trip ☆ ↳ dragon king ♡  ↳ catch a glimpse ♡ ↳ first love ♡ ↳ “i love you” ♡   ↳ “i love you for you, idiot” ♡ ↳ running late ♡ ↳ disappearance ♡ ↳ sweater thief ♡ ↳ presentation nerves ♡ ↳ i promise ♡ ↳ morning surprise ☆ ↳ protecting you ♡ ↳ i’ve got a dream ♡ ↳ interlude iv ☁ ↳ cuddles make everything better ♡ ↳ memories ♡ ↳ kindness and kisses ♡ ↳ meeting your dad ♡ ↳ a care package from home ♡ ↳ struck by love ♡ ↳ full-dragon form ♡ ↳ the right way to love ♡

headcanons: ↳ 7 minutes in heaven headcanon  ♡ ↳ soulmate au! first words spoken [1] ♡ ↳ showering with them headcanon ☆ ↳ touch starved s/o ♡ ↳ bookworm s/o ♡ ↳ easily distracted s/o ♡     ↳ bullied s/o ♡ ↳ boxer s/o ♡ ↳ s/o who hates their own house ♡ ↳ artist s/o ♡ ↳ s/o who has a bad sleep schedule ♡ ↳ s/o who zones out a lot ♡ ↳ ballerina s/o ♡ ↳ s/o that likes to sing ♡ ↳ extra soft and lovey bc their s/o is on their period ♡ ↳ s/o who doesn’t feel good on their period ♡ ↳ getting caught out on a date with their s/o ♡ ↳ finding out their s/o is bisexual ♡  ↳ their badass s/o who’s kaminari’s best friend ♡ ↳ their s/o coming out as bisexual and their parents are homophobic ♡ ↳ them crushing on their s/o who likes how abrasive they are ♡ ↳ them reacting to their s/o’s ahegao face ☆ ↳ them reacting to their s/o’s club attire and dancing ☆ ↳ them with an insecure s/o ♡ ↳ them studying with their s/o ♡ ↳ jealous and insecure s/o ♡ ↳ them reacting to the false news of their s/o’s death whose records had been switched ♡  ↳ class 1a reacting to their sex marks ☆ ↳ them with a calm yet strong-willed s/o ♡ ↳ how they cuddle ♡ ↳ tiktok body canvas painting trend ♡ ↳ them with a crush on someone who doesn’t study yet excels in class ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who has toxic friends ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who loves sanrio ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who has a biting kink ☆ ↳ getting cockwarmed by their s/o ☆ ↳ amusement/water park date ♡ ↳ hooking up with their s/o who got stood up at prom ☆ ↳ them with an s/o whose parents were villains ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who has younger siblings ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who is taller than them ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who figure skates ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who likes to collect shells on the beach ♡ ↳ their s/o flinches during an argument ♡ ☁ ↳ them finding out their s/o has a protective older brother ♡ ↳ them reacting to their s/o getting glasses ♡ ↳ them with a cute but dumb s/o ♡ �� them with an s/o who loves spirituality, horoscopes, and astrology ♡ ↳ them with a sassy s/o who’s soft in private 2 ♡

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shoto todoroki: ↳ transfer student  ♡ ↳ secret diary ☆ ↳  confrontation ♡ ↳ shitty dads ♡ ↳ unpredictable ♡ ↳ love ‘triangle’ (with katsuki bakugou) ♡ ↳ so call me venom ♡

headcanons: ↳ showering with them headcanon ☆ ↳ touch starved s/o ♡ ↳ easily distracted s/o ♡ ↳ finding their future child in their timeline ♡ ↳ s/o who hates their own house ♡ ↳ s/o who has been neglected by their mother ♡ ↳ s/o who zones out a lot ♡ ↳ seven minutes in heaven ♡ ↳ them with an s/o with narcolepsy ♡ ↳ getting caught out on a date with their s/o ♡ ↳ their badass s/o who’s kaminari’s best friend ♡ ↳ them with a s/o who isn’t the brightest ♡ ↳ them reacting to their s/o’s ahegao face ☆ ↳ tiktok body canvas painting trend ♡ ↳ them with a crush on someone who doesn’t study yet excels in class ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who has toxic friends ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who loves sanrio ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who has a biting kink ☆ ↳ them with an s/o whose parents were villains ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who has younger siblings ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who feels uncomfortable receiving gifts ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who is taller than them ♡  ↳ them with an artist s/o ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who figure skates ♡ ↳ their s/o flinches during an argument ♡ ☁ ↳ them with an s/o who has a brother that also attends U.A. ♡ ↳ them finding out their s/o has a protective older brother ♡ ↳ them with a sassy s/o who’s soft in private 2 ♡

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izuku midoriya: ↳ like strangers do ♡ ↳ saving you ♡

headcanons: ↳ showering with them headcanon ☆ ↳ touch starved s/o ♡  ↳ s/o who zones out a lot ♡ ↳ seven minutes in heaven ♡ ↳ their badass s/o who’s kaminari’s best friend ♡ ↳ them with a s/o who isn’t the brightest ♡ ↳ hearing their s/o’s real voice for the first time ♡ ↳ how they cuddle ♡ ↳ them with a crush on someone who doesn’t study yet excels in class ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who has younger siblings ♡ ↳ their s/o flinches during an argument ♡ ☁ ↳ them finding out their s/o has a protective older brother ♡

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denki kaminari: ↳ boyfriend ♡ ↳ static electricity ♡ ↳ confessions ♡

headcanons: ↳ their badass s/o who’s kaminari’s best friend ♡ ↳ coming home to their s/o cooking in their hoodie and lacey panties ☆ ↳ hearing their s/o’s real voice for the first time ♡ ↳ how they cuddle ♡ ↳ tiktok body canvas painting trend ♡ ↳ them with a crush on someone who doesn’t study yet excels in class ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who loves sanrio ♡ ↳ hooking up with their s/o who got stood up at prom ☆ ↳ them with an s/o who figure skates ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who has a brother that also attends U.A. ♡

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eijiro kirishima: ↳ morning bj  ☆ ↳ picnic date ♡ ↳ kitties and kisses ♡ ↳ ‘innocent’ ♡

headcanons: ↳ ballerina s/o ♡ ↳ seven minutes in heaven ♡ ↳ extra soft and lovey bc their s/o is on their period ♡ ↳ coming home to their s/o cooking in their hoodie and lacey panties ☆ ↳ them reacting to their s/o’s ahegao face ☆ ↳ them reacting to their s/o’s club attire and dancing ☆ ↳ them reacting to the false news of their s/o’s death whose records had been switched ♡  ↳ how they cuddle ♡ ↳ tiktok body canvas painting trend ♡ ↳ hooking up with their s/o who got stood up at prom ☆ ↳ them with an s/o who has younger siblings ♡ ↳ them with a s/o who has constant nightmares ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who is taller than them ♡ ↳ them with an artist s/o ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who figure skates ♡

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tenya iida: ↳ “racing’s your sport, sport.” ♡

headcanons: ↳ finding their future child in their timeline ♡ ↳ hooking up with their s/o who got stood up at prom ☆ ↳ them with an s/o who feels uncomfortable receiving gifts ♡ ↳ them finding out their s/o has a protective older brother ♡

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amajiki tamaki: ↳ a little help? ☆ ↳ nerves ♡

headcanons: ↳ easily distracted s/o ♡ ↳ finding their future child in their timeline ♡ ↳ s/o who doesn’t feel good on their period ♡ ↳ them falling for a girl in class 1-a ♡ ↳ them reacting to their s/o’s ahegao face p.2 ☆ ↳ them getting set up with their s/o ♡ ↳ them with an s/o who’s afraid of butterflies ♡

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mirio togata:

headcanons: ↳ them with a s/o in class 1-a ♡

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fumikage tokoyami:

headcanons: ↳ amusement/water park date ♡

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hitoshi shinsou: ↳ hanging out  ♡

headcanons: ↳ 7 minutes in heaven headcanon  ♡ ↳ soulmate au! first words spoken [1] ♡ ↳ easily distracted s/o ♡ ↳ finding their future child in their timeline ♡ ↳ coming home to their s/o cooking in their hoodie and lacey panties ☆ ↳ them with a s/o who isn’t the brightest ♡ ↳ them reacting to their s/o’s ahegao face p.2 ☆ ↳ them with an artist s/o ♡

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keigo takami/hawks: ↳ yakitori and late night walks ♡ ↳ embarrassment ♡

headcanons: ↳ sassy s/o who’s soft in private ♡ ↳ them with an s/o whose parents were villains ♡

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tomura shigaraki: ↳ the forgotten shigaraki pegging fic ☆

headcanons: ↳ what they’re like when you’re sick headcanon  ♡ ↳ s/o who doesn’t feel good on their period ♡ ↳ deadpool’s quirk p.2 ♡

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kai chisaki:

headcanons: ↳ sister in class 1-a ♡ ↳ s/o who doesn’t feel good on their period ♡

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dabi: ↳ attention ☆ ↳ that would be real classy ☆ ↳ sketching your scars ☆

headcanons: ↳ what they’re like when you’re sick headcanon  ♡ ↳ them reacting to their s/o’s club attire and dancing ☆ ↳ them reacting to their s/o’s ahegao face p.2 ☆ ↳ them with an s/o who has a biting kink ☆

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yagi toshinori/all might: ↳ all on your own ♡ ↳ falling billboard in love ♡

headcanons: ↳ them being self-conscious with a self-conscious s/o ♡ ↳ their detective little sister surprising them at work ♡ ↳ amusement/water park date ♡

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shota aizawa/eraserhead: ↳ training kiss ♡ ↳ long day ☆

headcanons: ↳ what they’re like when you’re sick headcanon  ♡ ↳ s/o who has insomnia ♡ ↳ their detective little sister surprising them at work ♡  ↳ them with a sassy s/o who’s soft in private 2 ♡

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hizashi yamada/present mic:

headcanons: ↳ their detective little sister surprising them at work ♡

✿ extras ✿ 「mha/bnha characters as john mulaney gifs」      ➸ part 1      ➸ part 2      ➸ part 3      ➸ part 4 (the LoV)   「maze runner au」       ➸ masterlist

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[shigironki]

I finally created my girls hero outfit!

Her name is calyx (my name surprisingly kdkfkdks) her quirk is using the powers of astrology (becoming the signs and using their powers)

She’s currently being shipped with aziawa and present mic!!

[lilleeboi]

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My piece features Aizawa and Present Mic in a somewhat silly situation, but there are lots of fluffy and series pieces in the zine too, plus a range of different ships and gen content—something for everyone 🥰

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[boundxfate]

wxrldlyreflectixns said:   ‘ mistletoe ’  (From Mona @ Fischl at a party where Weiss also is cuz I'm evil)

Would it be IMMORAL of the Prinzessin to assume that there had to be a REASON why tonight had shaped up this way? Mayhaps her Revealer of Stars, Mona Megistus had glimpsed the future; Scried HAPPENSTANCE that may just have worked in thy Astrologer of Greatness’s ultimate favor? Or could it be that thy Sovereign of Immernachtreich was looking TOO DEEPLY into an alcove of endless possibilities that may or may not have ever existed in thy first place? A feeble exercise, in truth, as Oz had so counselled a great MANY a time in recent months. All that would ever truly count would be the events that eventually, actually TOOK PLACE in this here point in the Space-Time Continuum. And right this instant, Fischl had indeed forgotten ALL about the presence of her PERSISTENT LOVE RIVAL; Thy Heiress of Frost & Dust, Weiss Schnee. Instead, every last aspect of Fischl’s attention had been drawn INEXORABLY to Mein Fraulien’s CYNOSURE. In terminology more befitting her retinue: OBSESSION. And that obsession was MONA MEGISTUS. The very deity which destiny had deigned Fischl share this moment with beneath the mistletoe. “Not to place you under any duress, O’ Stargazer, but I do feel the need to bequeath onto thee AWARENESS of one’s present situation.” Verdant eyes flickered up as one hand reached out to find placement upon Mona’s hip, where Fischl’s ungloved finger traced DELICATE SNOWFLAKES through the material of Mona’s dress. Not even a thought as to WHERE EXACTLY Mona had gotten such a dress from could intrude upon this moment. “Doth this not beseech thee, per tradition to...” Fischl trailed off. But why? Was she hoping for MONA to fill in the blanks? Or had Amy momentarily LAPSED in confidence and facade?

As for that aforementioned love rival, Weiss Schnee. She... Was not having such a JOLLY time right now... Yes, Mona had SHOWN UP to the Adventurer’s Guild Holiday Soiree that Bennett had arranged, but... The question still remained: WHY? Considering Mona could presently be seen MINGLING OVER WINE with one ‘Prinzessin’ -- QUOTE. UNQUOTE. Amy was not half the human she made herself out to be. But what was Weiss to do? Bite her tongue? Cause a scene? EMBARRASS & EXPOSE HERSELF in front of every peer? Stop it? Let it happen? Nevermind. Weiss had her answer. The second Fischl’s stupid heel DIPPED BENEATH THE MISTLETOE. Mind ran wrought with all the worst kind of ideas; None of which the heiress had a CHANCE to anxiously obsess over. Fischl was already honing in like the SECRET HARLOT she was. Weiss snarled, lips peeling back and azure eyes hardening to SHIELD OF ICE. Wasting no time at all, Weiss stomped her way over to the stage. To arrive now would be as TACTLESS as it would be TRANSPARENT. No. Instead, she had to make her presence known in OTHER WAYS. Thankfully, Mona may very well have been the smartest woman she’d ever met... Sure, the Astrologist may get PISSED at the Snezhnayan, but at least -- HOPEFULLY -- She wouldn’t be kissing that BLONDE BIMBO. And so she grabbed at the mic, cleared her throat, so as to gather up the attention of everyone in the room. AHEM. Eyes scanned frantically: Needing to make DAMN SURE she caught the attention of her friend. “As many of you know, my name is Weiss Schnee, and I am the Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company.” She so began, but nerves were FIRING LIKE VOLCANOES. Had she stuttered any words? “But what some of you may not know is that, in Shneznaya, I am also a renowned singer.” She so continued. “As it is, Christmas, I thought I might perform few CHRISTMAS CAROLS for you all... So, if our amazing band would be so accommodating...” And with that they counted in her first song: Jingle Bell Rock.

                                                                                     “1... 2...                                                                                                 ...1. 2. 3. 4.”

[axther]

and here I lay

though war may have been the only thing she had known, a young man from another reality lays her sword down for her. 

aka. Everyone knew Red wasn’t her real name. 

midoriya izuku/fem!reader 

Warnings: implied violence, implied bad parents, implied dabi is a todoroki (very faint), implied implying 

There were some days for Midoriya where things were normal. The classes at U.A. were held, Mineta, in some way, was punished for his behaviour, someone was up to shenanigans, and inevitably, Bakugou raged over something. 

But today was not one of those days. 

It started normally, of course. He woke up, and his mother talked about her plans for the day and how she wouldn’t be home until much later than usual. This, again, was nothing out of the ordinary. 

When Midoriya walked to school, there was nothing wrong either. He waved hello to one of the elderly couples that lived by him, saw a stray cat across the street, and made it to U.A. without incident. 

But as soon as he walked into Class 1-A, all hell broke loose. 

The moment he stepped in, he was greeted with the sight of all his classmates, and even Aizawa (though he stood more to the side) clustered around the middle-most desk. Several of the girls were laughing loudly, and as Midoriya made his way to the group, both Todoroki and Kaminari recoiled. 

“Dude! Watch out, Todoroki!” Kirishima barked, looking behind him and seeing Midoriya. “Yo, dude! Come check this out!” 

Midoriya walked next to Kirishima, looked over his shoulder, and baulked. 

Before him, and everyone else, was a young woman. She was stately yet rugged, with scars over her skin (that they could see), and satchels tied to her sides. Her shirt seemed to be made out of the skin of a scaled animal, but it was a snowy white and dropped down to her leggings. They, too, had a pattern, though it was more of an embedded, raised diamond pattern than actual colours. The only obvious weapon that she had on her was a sword, strapped to her back with a strap that went across her chest. Her boots had an absurd amount of buckles, and above it all, she had a red cloak with astrological designs on it. On her belt was a red mask, and it seemed to stare Midoriya. 

When Midoriya made himself known, she glanced at him and look away, only to take a double glance and stare at him with veiled and even enraged shock. 

“Whoa!” Midoriya gasped, watching as she eyed him up. “Who’re you?” 

The young woman said nothing and simply continued to glare at him. 

“She said that she was supposed to assassinate Prince Todoroki.” Kirishima snickered. “I don’t know where the prince part came from, but it kinda suits him.” 

“Yeah! That’s she, like, an executioner!” Kaminari added, only for Bakugou to cross his arms and raise his eyebrow.

“Didn’t know you knew that word, dunce. That’s a two-dollar word.” 

“I’m not an executioner,” The young woman hissed. It was the first time that Midoriya heard her talk, and it was rugged like she had a cold. “I’m a mercenary.” 

“It’s the same thing, isn’t it?” Kaminari murmured, tilting his head. She stayed silent, rolling her eyes and going back to staring at the floor. 

“Hey, Mr Aizawa. What happened?” Midoriya looked over at the teacher, only to see him sigh and gesture to Ochako. Midoriya turned and looked at her, and she began chuckling nervously. 

“Well, I met her this morning, and she looked really...upset...at me…?” 

“You fucking sent me here, you witch.” The young woman hissed. Ochako paled. 

“I have no idea what she’s talking about,” She gave a pleading look at Midoriya. The young woman scoffed and crossed her arms. 

“What’s your name?” Midoriya asked. Kaminari nudged him. 

“She didn’t answer when we asked her-” 

“Red.” 

The rest of the room went silent, with Kaminari in mid-nudge as they all stared in shock. Midoriya froze. 

“Wait, what?” 

“The Masque of Red Death. Or merely Red.” She gestured vaguely to her cloak, then her mask. Midoriya blinked. 

“Oh. Like Edgar Allan Poe?”  

“Who?” Red frowned, clearly not enjoying not being in the know. 

“No one!” Midoriya yelped, lifting his hands so the palms were facing her. “Don’t worry.” 

She glowered, not convinced, but accepted his answer none the less. Ochako clapped her hands. 

“Nice to meet you, Red! I’m Ochako!” Ochako’s smile was clearly forced, but she made the effort when everyone else was just mystified. 

“And I’m Kirishima! The sword’s super manly!” 

“I’m Midoriya…” 

Gradually, stemming from Ochako, everyone introduced themselves, but Red didn’t seem to loosen up in the slightest. 

“Now that that’s all wrapped up,” Aizawa mumbled from behind them all. Midoriya jumped, forgetting completely that he was there. “I’m going to take her to the Principal. You did good, Uraraka.” 

“Yessir!” Ochako saluted, grinning, before Aizawa made a gesture for Red to follow him. She rose with a sigh, and Midoriya realised that she was taller than most of the students. She looked both older and younger, too, like someone who had seen too much too soon. 

Red followed Aizawa and the two disappeared past the door, and gossip began immediately.  

“Ochako, you said that you just...found her on the sidewalk?” 

“She’s hot!” 

“Do you think she’ll actually go after Todoroki?” 

“Her clothes were kinda cool…” 

“She was really hot!” 

“I don’t think so, if she was gonna kill him she woulda’ done it.” 

“The sword was engraved on the handle, and it looked like it had some European language on it. What’d’ ya think it means?” 

“Red can’t be her real name.” 

“I think she had star stuff on her coat.” 

Midoriya felt his head spin with all the chatter at once until Iida formed a knife-hand and began shouting over everyone. 

“All of you! Despite Mr Aizawa being out, we should still return to our representative seats and wait until he returns!” 

Midoriya nodded and began shuffling to his seat, feeling oddly burdened like he just received the weight of the world on his shoulders. Red was familiar, vaguely so, like they had once met before. 

He shook it off, sat down, and thought no more. 

Midoriya assumed that the strange things for the day were over. 

He assumed that he would go home, and the next day would bring something else. But when Aizawa stood with Red in front of the Training Grounds, waiting for Present Mic to let the class out, he felt nervous. 

“Mr Aizawa, what’s going on?” Momo stepped before the entire crowd, her hands in front of her and her brows furrowed. 

“I won’t sugarcoat it. She needs somewhere to stay for the weekend.” Aizawa looked down, either ashamed or bothered. “Nezu doesn’t want her on the school grounds, as he’d be on a business trip and the only staff left would be civilians. Since you all have shown the capacity of protecting yourselves as well as others, he and several others agreed that one of you could take her in until Monday.” 

There was a shift in the mood, one of tension and anxiety. Midoriya saw Ochako blanch out of the corner of his eye.  He looked over at Red, who stood with her arms crossed and a look of irritation on her face. He realised that standing next to Aizawa she was towering, almost as tall (if not taller) than him. 

“Wh-What? Even though we have no idea of what she’s capable of?” Kaminiari near-shrieked, his hands up in confused fear. Red’s eye twitched. 

“That’s something that, as heroes, you have to adapt to. She’s essentially on house arrest once someone takes her in, so if she steps a toe out of line, you can call someone and we can take her away.” 

There was a reassuring mumble across the crowd, and they all turned into each other into a group talk. 

“I think Todoroki’s out of the question,” Tsuyu mumbled, a finger on her lower lip. “Since Red already admitted that she was hired to kill him, or a version of him, so it’d be almost insulting to pit him with her.” 

“I agree,” Midoriya nodded. “And we have to take into account housing, food, and parents.” 

“True, true.” Iida crossed his arms and nodded, too. 

“I’ll take her in!” Mineta jumped with a raised hand, but Jirou sent an ear jack to smack him down. “Absolutely not.” She growled. “Red doesn’t need that torture.” 

“Agreed. Since I found her, I could take care of her.” Ochako looked vaguely afraid but took the leap. “Mom and Dad would probably be fine with it.” 

“Nah!” Kirishima clapped Ochako on the back. “Sorry, dude, but she’s already kinda got something against you. Don’t want her gettin’ ya behind our backs!” 

“Yikes.” Mina tittered. The conversation began fading out as Midoriya turned over to look at Red, watching her glare at the ground. The feeling of familiarity returned, and like a spell, Midoriya felt a rush. 

“I can take her in.” 

All the chatter came to an abrupt halt. Midoriya felt all eyes on him, and when he realised he was staring at Red, he noticed that she was watching him, too, with a shuttered curiosity. 

“Wait, what?” Ochako blinked owlishly. 

“I can, uh…” Midoriya felt his nerves get to him, averting his eyes and rubbing the back of his head. “Well, my mom would definitely be fine with it! And she was talking about how she always makes extra food…!” 

“Wow, Midoryia! You’re really brave!” Tooru presumably clapped her hands, Mina, Koda, and Ochako joining soon after. 

“Thanks for taking one for the team!” 

“You’re a real one!” 

“Lucky…” 

Midoriya broke away from the group and approached Aizawa and Red. The teacher looked satisfied. 

“The info, in case you’ll need help, will be sent to your phone. Have fun.” Aizawa waved and began walking away, leaving Midoriya to baulk and Red to watch him go. 

“That was quick,” Red muttered. She looked down to Midoriya, and he stared back up at her, and the rest of the class watched. 

“So…” Midoriya hesitated. “I’m gonna...we can head...go?” 

Red nodded. “Okay.” 

Midoriya turned, stiff as a board with the whole of 1-A parting for him, and began plodding towards the exit. Red followed, staying behind him at a slow pace, considering how much taller she was to him. 

The walk back to Midoriya’s home was tense, filled with awkward silence and Red’s near soundless steps. People stared at her when they passed and murmurs seemed to follow them. Red seemed unfazed the entire time, but Midoriya knew that she was completely on edge. 

“You’re muttering,” Red broke through Midoriya’s thoughts and he jumped. 

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bother you! It’s just a habit-” 

“I don’t care. It’s just better that you’re aware.” Red looked the other way, eyeing a stoplight. She seemed lost in thought for a moment before Midoriya spoke up. 

“This all probably strange to you. It might even be scary…” 

“I’m not scared.” Red glowered down at Midoriya. “It would take much, much more to scare me.” 

“Oh.” Midoriya blinked. “Okay.” 

Red let out a huff, crossing her arms again and making the sword strap wobble a bit. Midoriya realised that she still had her sword and stared at the hilt. In it was engraved oleth ei comokh, something that didn’t seem to be a European language like Sero thought. It seemed more along the lines of an anglicised Islamic language, and Midoriya didn’t realise he was lagging until Red stopped abruptly and Midoriya ran into her back. 

“Which way?” Red looked between two roads and Midoriya rubbed his nose. 

“Jeez... “ He looked up and pointed to their right. “This way, sorry…” 

Red let out a ‘hrm’ of acceptance before marching on. “You were staring at my sword.” 

Midoriya flushed bright red, waving his hands about, trying to make an excuse. 

“Well, I mean, most people these days don’t really have…! Except for Tokoyami but he’s not really...not that I think it’s weird! I don’t mean to insult you-!” 

“You’re muttering, again.” She glanced at him, but this time it wasn’t a glare. “Don’t worry. I’m not offended. It’s not common for women to have blades where I’m from.” 

“Wait, really?” Midoriya was now shoulder to shoulder (or neck to shoulder) with Red, intrigued. 

“Yes. Most women use magic if they must fight at all.” 

“That’s so...it doesn’t make sense.” Midoriya’s brow furrowed. 

“No?” Red asked, looking surprised. 

“It’s essentially limiting half of your fighting force, or workforce. I don’t know anything about magic in your world, but,” Midoriya paused, walking in front of Red so he could ascend the stairs of his apartment complex. “All the stuff here has drawbacks. So magic would probably be flawed, right?” 

“I suppose.” Red followed Midoriya into his house, ducking so she didn’t hit her head on the doorframe. “It’s got a wide range of impact, so you have to be careful not to hit allies. While it does take energy drawing from your spirit, it’s useful if you work alone.” 

“You work alone?” Midoriya took off his shoes, and Red watched him before doing the same. 

“Always.” 

The solemn note made Midoriya wince before he walked into the living room. 

“You’d probably need to sleep on the couch…” He picked up a pillow and fluffed it out. Red patted it awkwardly, before nodding. 

“I can do that. I’ve slept in worse.” She nodded, before shedding her cloak. She draped it over the edge of the couch, along with her sword, and turned to Midoriya. 

“What are the rules?” She said, deadpan.

“What?” Midoriya recoiled. 

“I may be a murderer, but I’m a guest in your house. What are the rules?” 

“O-Oh...I guess...the obvious stuff? Don’t, like, burn stuff down...I mean, you can…”

“Don’t cause any house damage.” 

“Yeah. Oh!” Midoriya jumped. “I need to show you how to use the bathroom.” 

“The what?” 

Midoriya, after having to explain the technology of showers, the nuances of washing her hands, and the fact that the toilet wouldn’t flush her away too, sat on the couch with a hefty sigh. Turns out that once Red was sure she wouldn’t be killed, she did need to use the bathroom, so for the moment, Midoriya was alone. 

He eyed the sword, looking at the inscription again. It didn’t look Arabic or Islamic, but something completely different. He traced his finger over it, lightly, before grabbing the handle. A part of him felt almost called to it, like something just beyond his reach would answer everything. 

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” 

Midoriya nearly shot into the air at the sound of Red’s voice. He spun around to see Red standing behind him, her face completely blank. 

“I-I’m sorry!” 

“It’s fine. I don’t blame you. Go on, pull ‘er out.” 

As Midoriya tugged she moved around the side of the couch and sat, watching him hesitate.

“Don’t be scared. She won’t come flying out.” Red watched him, cautiously smiling. “Go on.” 

Midoriya pulled, and the sheath clattered to the ground. His eyes widened when he realised that the blade was a shiny black, with silver lettering on both sides. 

“What does it say?” 

Red gently took the sword on him, pointing at the hilt. “She is called Mornië Hyando. Dark Cleaver. Oleth ei comokh, that means ‘above all, glory’, in old Orcish. On this side,” She turned Mornië Hyando over and dragged her finger lightly over the inscription. “Váre- ni, which is ‘protect’, and -o i mornië, “(She turned the sword over again, pronouncing -o i as oh yea) ”and that is ‘from darkness’.” 

“Then...is mornië mean...dark? Darkness?” 

“Yes.” Red gave another small smile. “You learn fast.” 

Midoriya looked down, a blush overtaking him. “Thanks.” 

The moment was quiet, with Red gently rubbing the blade of Mornië Hyando, and Midoriya watching her out of the corner of his eye. He noticed that she had little scars over her face, too, though they were shallower than the ones like maybe an animal tried scratching her and she pulled away. He began leaning in, trying to get a better look, and Red glanced at him. She turned, looking at him dead in the eye, but he didn’t stop. He kept on leaning like he was a magnet and she was the South Pole. They had gotten close enough that he could feel her breath.

And then, Midoriya heard a gasp. 

He flung himself away from Red fast enough that his head spun and looked over at his mother. Inko had dropped a handful of grocery bags and held her hands to her mouth in shock, eyes wide and blinking fast.

“I...Izuku...who…” She gasped again, clapping her hands and grinning. “Izuku, is this your girlfriend?!” 

“N-No-no-no-no-!” Midoriya tried telling his mother otherwise, but the woman was too enraptured with the concept to listen. She hustled over to Red and began gently holding her face, observing. 

“Oh my! Izuku, you should have brought her sooner! She looks downright famished! Oh, but you’re very pretty, miss! What’s your name? Are you a cosplayer? How did you and Izuku meet? How long have you been together?” 

Midoriya expected Red to glare, or to pry Inko’s hands off of her, but instead, she gave a soft smile. 

“You can call me Red.” She said it in almost a whisper, like in reverence, and Inko clapped again.

“Oh, look at me, acting like a grandma! I’ll go start cooking!” She gave a not-so discreet wave to Midoriya, and then a thumbs up. She shuffled away, humming, and Red stood a little straighter from having bowed to Inko could touch her. 

“Thank you...for not trying to...I mean, I can tell her we aren’t…” 

“No,” Red said, watching Inko pull-down pans and pull out pork cutlet. “She looks happy. I will not be here long, anyway.” 

“Oh.” Midoriya looked to the side, blushing harder than before. “Okay.” 

Red said nothing but marched to the kitchen, holding out a hand. “I can help.” 

Inko let out a giddy giggle. “Nonsense! Just chat with me! I’m so happy! If I may say, between me and you,” Inko leaned in, lowering her voice. “I was beginning to get worried that Izuku would never find a girl! Or a boy. I wouldn’t judge.” 

“Mom!” 

Inko was right about Red being hungry. 

Midoriya watched Red wolf down the katsudon, and then get four more bowls afterwards. Inko had no problems with it, and instead cheered that she had never seen anyone so excited to eat before. She, clearly, was flattered, but Midoriya had other concerns. 

“When was the last time you ate?” Midoriya hissed from across the table when Inko had left in order to get a dessert she had been saving. “You put those away in what? Fifteen minutes?” 

“It’s been...a week? Two?” Red continued eating. “I don’t know.” 

Midoriya sighed, sitting back in his chair in both reverence and disbelief. “Wow…” 

“Plus, your mother makes an excellent bird.” 

“Oh, thank you!” Inko walked back in, a happy flush on her face. “You are such a sweetheart, even though you look so mean! No offence meant!” 

“None taken.” Red picked at the last of rice on the bowl, trying to get them onto her chopsticks. 

“Midoriya, wherever did you meet her?” 

Midoriya faltered. “Uh…” 

“Children,” Red answered in a snap. “We saw each other a lot, growing up, though I never really...met you.” 

“What?” Inko gasped. “Wh-how?” 

“He and I went to the same park. And now…” She glanced at Midoriya. “We met at the academy.” 

“That’s wonderful! Childhood sweethearts!” Inko wiggled in her seat, giggling like a schoolgirl. “Tell me more! What about your parents?” 

Red faltered, her good mood making way for an uncomfortable look. “I…” 

“Oh.” Inko froze for a second. “Forget I asked. How about your quirk? Unless you don’t have one…” 

“A...quirk…” Again, Red faltered, though it was more out of thought. This time, though, Midoriya swooped in. 

“She can use magic! Like elemental spells!” 

“What?” Inko gasped, impressed. “That’s amazing! Could you show us?” 

Midoriya blanched. “I don’t think-” 

Before he could finish, Red had her entire arm swathed in flames. It reached out and tried to lick at the table, but Red would clench her fist and it would go back her arm. Inko let out a little yelp before Red put it out. Her arm was fine, with the exception of a little bit of smoke. 

“Wow!” Inko cheered. “That was wonderful! For a moment, I thought all of you was on fire and I got really scared!” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“No, don’t be!” Inko nodded, noticing that Midoriya looked as though he had his soul ripped from his body. “Well, are planning to spend the night?” 

“Oh,” Red muttered. “I hoped so, but if it’s inconvenient…” 

“Not at all! I assume you and Izuku are sharing his bed?” 

Midoriya choked on his own spit, loudly, and Red raised her eyebrows. 

“I was told the couch-” 

“The couch?” Inko looked like she had just been told that her son was the successor to an all-powerful superhero and had fought several villains, inherited a quirk, had to fight for his life on a daily basis, and had just taken in a confessed murderer. “Absolutely not!”  

“Huh?” Red watched as Inko rose and began marching to the couch. She picked up Red’s sword and cloak, huffing the entire time. 

“You are our guest and Izuku’s girlfriend! I trust you won’t make me a grandma too early.” 

“Mom!” Midoriya looked like he was ready to die, his face bright red and his head in his hands. Red glanced between the two of them. “She said it was fine, that she would stay on the couch…” 

“Nope!” Inko handed Red her sword and cloak. “Go on and put your things in his room, and make yourself comfortable.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Red nodded and walked stiffly over to the bedroom that Inko had pointed at. Midoriya jumped up. 

“Then let me pick up a bit first!” He opened the door before Red could reach it and began throwing miscellaneous clothes, training equipment, and notebooks into whatever drawers he could reach. Red poked her head in, and laid eyes on the plethora of All Might paraphernalia. Her face fell into a glower, eyes darkening. Midoriya raised an eyebrow in the middle of folding a shirt that was titled ‘shirt’. 

“What’s wrong?” He watched her shake her head with a hushed growl. It was clear she was bothered and Midoriya felt disappointed. He had considered her to be opening up, what, with Red being so polite to his mother and trying to please Inko. He put the shirt away and nodded. 

“Well, you can talk to me about anything, if you need to! Even though the chances are you won’t be here very long, I can still try to make it as pleasant as possible!” 

“Hm,” Red still seemed distracted, staring at a limited edition All Might figurine,  with her head tilting in Midoriya’s direction but her eyes having remaining glued to All Might’s brilliant grin. “Thank you.” 

“Any time!” Midoriya chirped, finishing up with the cleaning with a feeling of domesticity in his heart. Inko knocked lightly on the door and it swung open, having never been properly closed in the first place. She had an almost sly grin on her face, but it soon faded with a genuine one once she glanced at Red. 

“Do you have everything you need? Extra blankets, pillows?” 

Red began shaking her head and Midoriya piped up. 

“We’re fine here, I think. Is there anything that you can think of that you need?” 

Red finally broke her eye from the posters and figurines and looked at Inko, clearly distracted. 

“N...no. I don’t think so.” She blinked a couple of times, looking almost stunned. “Thank you.” 

“Of course! I’m going to bed, you two!” She waved, shutting the door and humming as she left. YN placed her things next to the door and watched as Midoriya sat on the bed and let out a nervous huff. 

“So...I don’t know how you want to work this...I doubt that you want to share the same bed as me, so one of us would have to sleep on the floor. Not that I’m against sharing the bed with you, I’m fine with it, it’s just a matter of your comfort and making sure that you actually get some good sleep. I can find my sleeping bag but it might take me a moment, and-” 

“You’re muttering again.” Red smiled. This time, it was almost sad, with something that looked painfully like regret in her eyes. Midoriya faltered. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you…” 

“No. You didn’t. I can share the bed with you.” 

Midoriya flushed but choked it down for the sake of his emotional wellbeing. If you poked fun at why he looked like a strawberry, then surely, he would burst.

“Okay!” He squeaked. “I can, uh, give you some clothes to change into, if you want.” 

“That’s not necessary.” At once, Red began lifting the animal scale shirt, or what Midoriya had assumed to be a shirt, and he let out a yelp. He looked away before realising that what little he had seen wasn’t skin and that it was more of a vest than anything else. He glanced back and saw that Red was in a loose white undershirt, with stitching at the top that gave her some breathing room. She loosened the sleeves and gave Midoriya a look. 

“Do you plan to sleep in that? I can turn around.” 

Midoriya snapped to attention and nodded. “Yes, please!” 

Red, as promised, turned, and Midoriya began changing into his pyjamas in record pace. Granted, they were only a pair of shorts and another shirt that read ‘shirt’ on it, but it was still enough that Midoriya felt a little self-conscious. 

“I’m done!” He piped, turning around with a little pat at his sides. Red didn’t so much as glance at him before turning around and planting herself into the bed. She laid on her front with her arms in front like a princess, and a yawn overtook her. 

“Alright. Good night.”  

Her eyes shut and she looked as though she passed out as soon as her head touched the pillow. Midoriya stood still for a second in surprise before shutting off the light and getting into the bed himself. 

Sharing the bed was a new experience, Midoriya decided. Red was built, so no matter what, he felt her next to him. It felt almost suffocating and he prayed that nothing embarrassing would happen while he was asleep. 

Red murmured something and he glanced over. She was muttering in her sleep before stopping and letting out a mix between a sigh and a snore. 

Midoriya stared at Red, watching her breathe. It felt strange that she looked so peaceful, but even in her sleep, her brows were furrowed. Part of Midoriya felt his heart swell. Something about Red was so familiar, so close, that he felt like he could touch it. 

“Stop staring.” She murmured. Midoriya jumped, letting out a squeak and turning on his back. 

“S-Sorry! I didn’t think…” 

“I know you didn’t. You don’t.” 

Midoriya paused from his stammers. “What?” 

Red fell silent again. She looked uncomfortable like she said too much without meaning to. 

“It’s nothing. Go to sleep.” She turned over, but Midoriya wasn’t having it. 

“Wait, what did that mean? You…” 

Then, it clicked. 

“What’s your name?” Midoriya said, stern. “You...I know you.” 

“No, you don’t.” Red sounded panicked like everything was crumbling around her. “Go to bed.” 

“Red, what’s your name?” Midoriya was never forceful, but he had a hand on her shoulder and raised his voice. Red was silent, and for a minute, Midoriya thought she wouldn’t respond. He let go, dejected. 

“YN.” Red whimpered. She sounded almost pathetic like she was going to cry. “My name is YN.” 

Midoriya sat up in bed, heart racing from the confession. “You’re-!” 

“We grew up together. Kids, you know.” She whispered. Midoriya realised that she was, indeed, crying. There was a pang in his heart he couldn’t quite explain. “Then one day, a knight-king came into town. A legendary one. And the next week, you were gone. I was so sure that you died…and I hated him for it.” 

She turned over and look Midoriya in the eye. He laid back down, worry in his brow, and his hand over hers. 

“I wanted revenge. I loved you, then. So this is what I became. I took jobs that no man would do, fought and burned and killed. I made deals with fallen princes, necromancers, vampires. I rose in the ranks. I became as legendary as the knight that took you away. One day, I got the order to kill the crown prince of the Todoroki dynasty. I went to, and there...I found you there. You, and a witch, and a knight and a dragon master. I didn’t know what to do.” 

YN traced over his hand, making shapes that Midoriya wanted to remember forever. She seemed to be in another world, eyes glassy and distant. 

“The witch got to me. I think she might have killed me, but I heard you yelling. And then I woke up with her, the witch, over me, in a world of magic unlike any other I had ever known, with horseless carriages and towers that conquered the skies.”  

“Ochako. She…” Midoriya looked down, back to their hands. “She meant well.” 

“I...I can only hope so. I will admit,” YN let out a forlorn chuckle. “I was terrified. I had no idea what anything was. I felt...weak. And I hadn’t felt so weak since I realised you weren’t coming back.” 

“I’m sorry…” Midoriya mumbled, feeling his own tears surface. “I should’ve talked to you. Both versions. The...other me, and me, me.” 

“No. I...I was…” She faltered. “I don’t know. I should’ve been sensible. Rational.” 

“No!” Midoriya yelped, before clapping a hand over his mouth and hoping his mother didn’t hear. “Sorry.” 

“No, it’s okay.” YN gave a small, sad smile. “Go on.” 

“We were kids. I should’ve...I dunno, texted you? Sent you a letter? Kept contact?” 

“That would’ve certainly been preferable.” YN smiled, happier this time. “In a way, I’m glad the witch sent me. It...it must’ve been fate.” 

“Fate.” Midoriya whispered. Quite suddenly, his breathing felt heavy, and the moonlight hit YN just right. She looked at him, past her eyelashes, and it was as though he could see through all the layers of her eyes. His eyes trailed down, towards her lips. “Fate,” He muttered again, not tearing his eyes away. 

And then, he leaned in. 

Their lips met, and it felt...it didn’t feel necessarily incredible, like the stuff he would hear in the dramas that Inko would watch. But it was like waking up in the morning and not feeling tired, just content. It was like the last piece of a puzzle that you only began recently; a quiet relief, a sweet satisfaction. 

When they both pulled back, Midoriya felt his chest swell and he gasped a little bit. YN was smiling again, and her eyes seemed to be glittering. 

“Fate, huh?” YN gave a sweet peck to Midoriya’s forehead, and he closed his eyes. 

“Mhm.” Midoriya nodded. 

“You know, in that white room…” 

“The bathroom?” Midoriya snorted, opening his eyes again. 

“Yeah. That. In there, I kept on telling myself that I...I had...I kept on telling myself that I had to talk to you. That...that I had to take what I could while I was here.” 

“What do you mean?” Midoriya raised an eyebrow, taking his hand across her cheek, tracing his thumb over a scar. 

“I...I don’t know what it’s going to be like when I go back. If I go back. Would he...would you...remember this? What would happen? Would it all...just go back to what it was?” Her eyes flickered between looking at the comforter and being forlorn, and looking at Midoriya and seeming almost gently euphoric. 

“I don’t think it will.” Midoriya didn’t know where the confidence came from but he felt sure. 

“What makes you think that?” YN asked. She didn’t seem to be condemning it as much as being genuinely curious. 

“I don’t know. I mean…” Midoriya was silent for a moment, thinking. “If you are here, then maybe the other you, the one that I knew...maybe she’s there. And that you and I are having the same conversation in...what, a tavern?” 

YN snorted. “Absolutely not. I’m wanted in thirteen kingdoms. Any tavern goer would sell me out for a strip of leather.” 

“Seriously?” Midoriya chortled. “Then you tell me where.” 

“Mmm. Probably in the woods somewhere. Under the stars.” YN huddled in a bit closer to Midoriya. “And the others...the knight, you know, that I told you about...they’re probably seven yards away, ready to behead me at any moment.” 

“I hope not!” Midoriya smiled. “But when you go back, are you gonna try to..I dunno? Talk to the other me?” 

“Yeah. I mean, if a different version of you can listen to me, then surely, the version that I genuinely grew up with probably could.” YN smiled. “Yeah.” 

“Are you still gonna go after Todoroki?” 

“I…” YN faltered, her face falling. “I don’t know. I can try. But assassinations...they aren’t something you can just waltz away. If you take one on and then pull back, it gets you killed.” 

Midoriya frowned. “We can help you.” 

“I know.” YN leaned in and nuzzled him. “I know.” 

“And if you stay here, then there’s no harm done. You can start new.” 

“I could.” YN blinked. “A part of me hopes to stay. But I’ve come so far. Though it’s with dirt on my hands and blood on my blade, it’s my own legacy. When I die, it’s the only thing I’ll be remembered by. I don’t want to abandon it.” 

Midoriya sighed. “And your parents…” 

YN glowered. “They can fucking rot.” 

“Here, I know they weren’t really around. But I don’t know if it was different back where you’re from, or if maybe it’s the same.” 

YN fell silent, trying to find words. “You were right. They weren’t around. They never were. But when they came to beg for money, they always said they were. And they were so full of shit.” 

YN had stopped looking at Midoriya entirely, and he realised that she had bore herself to him more in the last ten minutes than probably both times she had met him. Midoriya wrapped his hands around YN’s shoulders and pulled her close into a hug. 

“I’m sorry.” He murmured. YN sighed. 

“It’s not your fault.” She hugged him back, and if Midoriya didn’t know any better, he’d say she was crying again. 

“It never was.” 

The next morning, Midoriya woke to YN staring at the ceiling.

She had her arms folded in front of her and looked like a corpse, but she occasionally blinked. When he shifted a bit, she glanced over, and her face softened into a smile. 

“Good morning.” 

“Hey.” Midoriya nearly stuttered but caught himself. She looked the same as she did the night before, except that she wasn’t a fraction as guarded as she was before. 

“You spoke in your sleep. Something about being a hero, and chairs.” She chuckled. “It was funny.” 

“Wait, seriously? I didn’t know that I…” Midoriya was about to talk about his sleeping habits when his phone went off. They both glanced over, and Midoriya realised that it was Todoroki. 

“Hello?” Midoriya sat up and held the phone to his ear. 

“Midoriya. There’s two of you.” Todoroki said in a monotonous tone. There was yelling in the background, and Midoriya winced a bit. “He’s asking for Red.” 

Midoriya glanced at YN. “Wait, what?” 

“He’s there. Or, you’re there. And so is Iida, and Uraraka and Bakugou.” Todoroki paused. “We’re in the dorms.” 

Midoriya looked at YN and covered the mic of the phone. “The other me. He’s at U.A. He’s looking for you.” 

YN’s eyes went wide and mingled nervousness and fear was written all across her face. 

“Okay,” She whimpered. 

“We’ll be there soon!” 

“Alright.” 

Todoroki hung up, and Midoriya slid out of the bed with a stretch. YN rose, too, but it was more solemn and she made a beeline for Mornië Hyando and her cloak. 

“Okay!” Midoriya put on a change of clothes, noting that YN had turned to face a corner like she was in the Blair Witch Project. “We need to get to U.A. as soon as possible, and from there on out, I’m pretty sure that they’ll take you home.” Midoriya walked over to her and she turned slowly to face him. 

“Alright. And if not…?” 

Midoriya hesitated. Ever since they had the heart to heart, a part of him wanted YN to stay. He had no idea if his world’s YN wanted anything to do with him, much less share the same bed and kiss him. He might never get to feel this again, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to give it up. “Then you can stay with me again.” 

YN nodded but said nothing more. She pulled the door open and peered out. 

“I don’t think your mother’s here.” 

“She usually isn’t,” Midoriya walked past YN and went straight for the door, digging out his shoes and slipping them on. “She has work really early.” 

“Ah.” YN nodded, following Midoriya suit and getting her own boots on. “Good for her.” 

Midoriya pulled open the door and held it open for YN, extending an arm when she let out a little laugh. 

“Thank you, sir.” She gave a ghost of a kiss to the top of his head, and he straightened with a bright red blush. 

“No problem!” He had a strange smile on his face that seemed to curve into a wobbly ‘v’, but he skipped down the stairs alongside YN. Their hands brushed occasionally, and Midoriya would glance down and back up at YN’s profile. The last time he walked with her, she was glaring at anything that would so much as move, but this time, she seemed to be filled with a gentle curiosity. At one point, she blushed an embarrassed red and asked what stoplights were, and once she knew, she would almost act like a child, with how obedient she was with not going and even glaring at those that disregarded the light. 

“They’re going to get themselves killed.” She hissed when a student narrowly dodged getting hit by a Ram with an American flag on the back.  

“I mean, it’s the risk they have to take, I guess.” He shrugged. “It’s not like it’s really illegal.” 

“Hm.” YN crossed her arms. “Don’t do it. I don’t want you getting hurt.” 

Midoriya’s eyes went wide, a flush taking over his face as he looked up at her. “Okay,” He squeaked. 

“Mhm. Good.” YN let her arms fall and held Midoriya’s hand. He nearly jumped out of his skin, looking rapidly between their hands and YN. 

“The light’s ready.” YN began marching across the road, and Midoriya stumbled alongside her. Some people stared and a group of middle school girls even giggled a bit. But then the entire time, Midoriya felt too preoccupied trying not to let his grin split his face into two. While he walked, he swayed a little bit back and forth, like an Animal Crossing character. 

“You’re certainly happy.” YN gave an actual, full grin at the sight of Midoriya’s own smile, and he felt his heart swell. 

“I mean, I’ve got a really c-cute girl..fr…friend...” He tripped over his words, trying to not die when he let them out when YN titled her head. 

“What’s a girlfriend?” 

Midoriya’s heart stopped beating. “What?” 

“What’s a girlfriend? I thought we were courting.” 

Midoriya let out a hefty sigh of relief. “Yeah. That’s what it is.” 

“Ah.” YN nodded, seeming satisfied with the information. “That when you are my girlfriend, too. It’s a bit odd, calling you a girlfriend, but I suppose the nuances of this world can’t be helped.” 

Midoriya choked. “No, no, no, I’m your boyfriend. Because, you know, I’m a boy.” 

“Ah!” YN raised her eyebrows. “That makes much more sense.”  

Midoriya looked at the ground before taking a deep breath. “Are you happy?” 

YN was silent for more than a moment, mulling it over. “I don’t know.” “Huh?” Midoriya felt a bit of fear creep up in his throat. “Why?” 

“I’ve spent so long just...wanting a reason to hate. I found myself consumed, like I was hiding in a vast, unnameable fear. God was above me, hell was below me, and I had to outrun both. And yet, it was like I was running in two directions at once. One, from what would eventually be my fate. And the other, you.” Midoriya opened his mouth, but YN continued. “Or, the thought of you. I always told myself that I had done it for you, that I had taken a quest to save you from someone you did not need to be saved from. But after so long, I knew. I knew that I was lying, and I was running from the lying, too. Killing the prince would not save you, after all. In the end, it was all for me, and I was running from the truth. And now that I’ve made my peace with you and the truth is actually out, I can’t hate the way I used to. I am looking for something to hate, and I cannot find anything but your eyes, and I could never hate those.” 

Whatever Midoriya had to say was out the window. Instead, he was slack-jawed and in awe. 

“That was...beautiful.” 

“Thank you.” YN sighed. “It’s good to get that off my chest.” 

“When you go back, you should be a poet.” 

YN let out a barking laugh. “Absolutely not. All bards do is eat, drink, and sleep with women that are not theirs.” 

Midoriya saw the U.A. gate approaching and Todoroki standing near it, on the inside. The stoic boy handed a guest pass over through the gate and swiped it right before Midoriya did. 

“Aizawa handed this over so that way you can deliver Red without the gate going off.” Todoroki murmured, almost ignoring YN and also conveniently ignoring them holding hands. Midoriya nodded. 

“I didn’t think of that. Thanks.” 

Todoroki nodded. “They’re inside.” 

All three walked to the door of the dorms, but as they were about to open the doors, YN froze. 

“Izuku,” She whispered. He looked over, surprised at the use of his first name. “I...I don’t know if…” 

Midoriya gave YN’s hand a squeeze and glanced at Todoroki. “Go on in. I think she needs a second.”  

Todoroki nodded and walked in. Midoriya heard sudden talking, but it was muted by the doors closing again. He turned back to YN, who had her brows furrowed and her mouth turned down. 

“What’s wrong, exactly?” Midoriya held both of her hands in his, rubbing a thumb over her knuckles. 

“What if...what if the other me wasn’t there? What if I have to do it all over again, but it doesn’t go the same?” She looked between him and their hands. 

“Why wouldn’t it? It’s still me, after all.” Midoriya felt a bit of sorrow creep through his stomach at the prospect of YN leaving, but he knew that in the end, it was where she needed to go. 

“...” YN closed her eyes and leaned her head against Midoriya’s forehead. He could feel it wrinkling from her worry, and he squeezed her hands again. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah. I am.” Midoriya watched as she opened her eyes and pulled away. 

“Alright then.” She gulped and nodded. “Let’s go.”  

Midoriya opened the door and stepped in, holding it so YN could walk in, too. He looked forward into the living room and nearly froze in the spot. 

Before him were Ochako, Iida, Todoroki, Todoroki, Bakugou, and himself. Seeing Ochako and Iida wasn’t nearly as jarring as the two Todoroki’s with the identical, disinterested expression. Ochako wore a pink dress and had a pointed, maroon hat on, paired with a guarded scowl. Iida wore armour that looked suspiciously like the modern Iida’s hero armour, and had a sword strapped to his back in the same style as YN. The Other Todoroki had a blue collared shirt on that seemed fancier than any of the other clothes. Bakugou, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there, with nothing but a fur-lined, red cloak on and armoured pants. He had jewellery everywhere, and once he saw Midoriya, his glare worsened. 

But Midoriya saw himself, and that’s when he really froze. 

Before him was a fluffy green-haired, freckled, shocked, perfect reflection of himself, with the exception of a forest green vest. Even their shoes were similar, and their expressions of disbelief were identical. Midoriya stood for a moment, before realising that YN was attempting to hide herself behind him. He turned and saw her looking right at the Other Midoriya with guilt and shame in her eyes. 

“Y…” The Other Midoriya stammered, reaching a gloved hand out. “YN? Is that really you?” 

YN looked away. 

The Other Ochako spoke up. “When you attacked us, “(YN flinched, and Midoriya began rubbing his thumb across her hand again.) “I cast that spell without realising that only one version of you can exist in each world. We had another you that was a bit more civil, thankfully-” 

“Be nice!” The Other Midoriya whisper-yelled. 

“But we took her back to where she came from, and now we’re here to get you. Deku said that you talked to him about something, and that you were nice now? Which I didn’t quite get, but-” 

“Just hurry up already and come on!” The Other Bakugou barked. YN sighed and stepped out from behind Midoriya. The Other Midoriya took a deep breath in, staring wide-eyed at her before reaching his hand out again. 

“Um...are you ready to go?” 

“Wait!” Midoriya said. “Really quick, I wanted to ask...M-Midoriya, when you and...and our YN talked, what did…?” Midoriya felt weird, addressing himself and the modern YN when both were already in the room. The Other Midoriya began to flush, and Midoriya wondered if that was what he really looked like when he was flustered. 

“Well, uh, things went, really…” 

The Other Ochako let out a subdued giggle before making a kissy face behind the Other Midoriya’s back. Midoriya blushed. 

“Gotcha.” He turned to YN. “Then...I suppose this is it.” 

“Yes.” YN sighed before placing a sweet, soft kiss on his forehead. “Thank you, Izuku. Thank you so much.” She squeezed his hand, one last time, before letting go. The Other Bakugou gagged. 

“Hurry it up, you fucking sappy shits. I have places to be-!” 

“No, you don’t.” The Other Todoroki piped back, making the Other Bakugou stop in the middle of his complaint. 

“What the fuck did you-!” 

“Anyway!” The Other Midoriya let out a big sigh, rocking on the balls of his feet and giving a nervous grin while the Other Todoroki and the Other Bakugou bickered behind him. Todoroki watched it with a faint smirk. “Then, uh, let’s go?” 

YN nodded. “Of course.” 

“Oh! Uh, YN!” Midoriya called out as Ochako began tapping a staff against the carpet. “Don’t forget about what we talked about! With, you know...Todoroki…?” He played with his hands a bit before YN let out a small laugh. 

“I’ll do my best.” 

“Todoroki?” The Other Midoriya tilted his head. “What about…?” 

“Nothing.” YN smiled, bigger this time. “Shall we?” 

The Other Ochako cleared her throat as the Other Bakugou gave a groan of ‘fuckin’ finally!’. She murmured something (Midoriya realised that she mentioned mornië several times) before a swirling, light blue, misty circle appeared, hovering just about the carpet. The Other Ochako let out a satisfied grunt before gesturing to it. 

“Caster goes last!” The Other Bakugou wasted no time marching through, followed by the Other Iida and the Other Todoroki. The Other Midoriya gently tugged YN through, but not before she gave one last melancholy wave and smile. The Other Ochako turned, waved to both Todoroki and Midoriya, before jumping through herself. The portal closed with a snapping noise and a pop in the air, and both Todoroki and Midoriya stood perfectly still. 

“I’m going back to bed.” Todoroki murmured. “Are you going to stay, or go back?” 

“Uh…” Midoriya faltered, not taking his eyes off of where the portal was. Though he only knew this version of YN for a night, it still felt like a part of him had been taken away with her. It was a void, a spot that made him want to cry and laugh at the same time and never move again until the school collapsed and he became moss. She was a reminder that he couldn’t just fling himself into herowork; he had to remember his friends and family, too. He felt lucky, in a way. Had YN continued on that route, had she not been sent to Midoriya, then she might’ve killed Todoroki and advanced the goals of someone who definitely did not have the best in mind. Not only that, but that meant that his version of YN could potentially come to him, seeing as he had no idea where she was. It was all hypotheticals.

“Midoriya, you’re muttering again.” 

“Ack!” 

Four days had passed since YN left. 

Midoriya felt the melancholy of her absence more than ever. The YN that lived in his world had made no obvious attempt at contact, and he was sure that there was no chance she would try to talk to him. He had accepted it, but it still hurt to think that maybe she just...stepped back. That she decided that the life of a mercenary was still for her. Maybe she wasn’t ready yet, or she couldn’t find him without endangering him. But it all felt like false hope. Midoriya left Class 1-A with Todoroki, Tsuyu, Ochako, and Iida, heading down to lunch, when he looked out the window into the front greens of the school. The gate was open, as usual, but Midoriya noticed someone standing in front of it. They had on a black coat that fanned out around their legs, and seemed unusual for the hot weather, and the fact that they were wearing plum shorts. He narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to the glass. 

“Deku? Is everything okay?” Ochako walked next to him, looking down. “Hey, what’re they doing?” 

Midoriya realised that they looked hesitant, hanging around where the buzzer would be to be let in. Then, they looked up at the windows, and Midoriya felt his heart stop. 

Abruptly, he took off down the hall, knocking down more than one student and only getting out one apology. He went full-throttle through all the floors, taking the stairs and even almost knocking over Present Mic. His heart raced, eye blurring as he ran for the front doors. One of the secretaries called out for him to stop running, but he burst through and ran down the bath outside, feeling the sunlight blind him. She was just through the gate, turning around and beginning to leave with defeated shoulders, when Midoriya yelled with what little breath was in his lungs. 

“YN!!” 

She froze, head snapping back up and spinning around. She barely had time to right herself before Midoriya flung himself into her arms, flying as she stared in shock. 

And as he tackled her in a hug and a searing kiss that he never would have tried in any other situation, he felt a laugh bubble in his chest. When he pulled away, YN was panting and grinning. 

“Well, you’re happy.” She looked at him, and the only obvious difference between her and the Other YN was how she freely she smiled in his arms. “And here I thought I didn’t stand a chance of seeing you today.” 

And as Midoriya kissed her again, he realised exactly what he had been missing the entire time. When he reached for Mornië Hyando, when YN left, and when he heard her cry. It was an unintelligible sorrow that ached in his heart, but when he laid on the pavement with YN laughing underneath him, it all felt like a bad memory. This time, the kiss was absolutely heavenly, like it was the peak of his life, and it was all downhill from there. 

He laid another one onto her before nuzzling his nose into her neck and feeling her hands running through his hair. 

“I missed you.” He whispered.

“I missed you, too, Izu.” 

“I love you.” 

YN stiffened, her arms around him tensing, and Midoriya wondered what the hell possessed him to say that. It was true, sure, but it was incredibly soon, and the last thing he wanted was to scare off YN, and-

“I love you too, Izuku.” 

Midoriya’s eyes widened, pulling away from her neck and seeing her grin. Tears welled up in his eyes and he couldn’t stop himself from sniffling a bit. YN, thankfully, didn’t see fit to tease him about, instead directing her attention to over Midoriya’s shoulder. He heard footsteps behind them and Ochako calling out. 

“Deku, what’s going on?!” 

“Deku?” YN glanced down at him. Her look was somewhere between jealous and concern. He couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away, instead choosing to giver her an Eskimo kiss. Ochako began to talk before Midoriya interrupted her, letting out a smitten sigh.  

“I’m home.”

a/n: I absolutely hated how this turned out. i wish it died a pitiful death. but alas, i needed to get this out of my drafts lest god herself kill me. end me, please.