#pro hero v.

[vsagis]

continued from @huntershowl !!

Midoriya’s body moves in fluid, leisurely lines, a stark contrast to tension in the way Hellhound carries themself around him. A ghost of pain in his arm or a deliberate decision, it’s hard to tell when the hero approaches, full and hands in full view as if closing in on an animal rabid with fear.

It’s always the ones backed into the corner that bite the hardest.

“Why?” When Izuku asks, he chooses the simplest question. It holds so many more inside of it, why not humanize you, why do you kill, why, why, why… It depends only on Hellhound how they decide to take it.

Another offered gesture of peace comes with the man removing his own earpiece and then shutting it off, a small click and a diode blinking off once he does so. And then—even more surprisingly, he’s standing right by the one who almost killed him—he sits beside them, legs dangling over the edge of the building and elbows propped on his knees.

[into-the-feniverse]

It’s Dabi’s birthday over here in the states now so have some doodles 🔥

[vsagis]

The laws of physics dictate that there is nothing faster than light. Superluminal travel is still, despite hopes and dreams, a domain of fiction, but if it truly is so, why does a feeling come first?

Not even sound precedes; people say that the bullet meant for you will come soundless, and Izuku now realizes there may be some truth to these folk tales.

The hero’s body responds to everything his senses and quirks take in and register, the man ducking forward and down helped by the years of service squished into the few most intensive months of his life. There is no need for conscious effort anymore, the certainty of which way not to move leading his muscles to move his limbs in the direction of safety. Up is considered for a blink of an eye, but the risk of internal injuries if the bullet does it is too great, and so there’s only one way left: down.

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter. A push of an invisible hand, and then searing pain floods Izuku’s nerve endings, sending desperate cries through the length of his arm, down from the shoulder and all the way to the tips of his fingers as it begs for retreat, but there comes none. The force of the shot spins him halfway, uninjured hand grasping at his shoulder, and though he’s not immune to pain, the hero’s focus remains on the enemy. He doesn’t even dare to check whether the bullet went through or not. If his luck extends, it didn’t. If it doesn’t…

A few centimeters more, a second or two late, and the shot would pierce right through the heart, and whether he moves or falls back, the worst case scenario is the same.

He can’t let this villain use the gun again.

The chatter in his earpiece picks up, but Izuku’s mind travels a different path, rendering the hero deaf to the calls. The first step comes staggering, nearly stumbling as even the smallest movement makes his head spin with pain, but once his fingers close on the closest item—an abandoned book, as it turns out when it goes airborne—the hero’s plan goes into motion despite it all. The first step: distraction.

The second: Blackwhip. Capture and neutralize, fingers crossed.

IT WOULD BE SAFER TO RUN. SMARTER. HELLHOUND knows this; it has been drilled into her head over and over again during every battle plan fletch has pored over with her. if you see deku, you retreat immediately or hide until he leaves.

unfortunately, her rage has always been her downfall. drop it? the order provokes a flash of deeper rage, then a bitter laugh. ❝ fucking heroes, ❞ they spit, ❝ you're all the same. when it comes down to it, you still treat me like a dog. ❞

the swing is met with a duck. the kick she blocks with a prosthetic arm, but the force is still explosive enough to send her crashing into the far wall. not a sound leaves her body as the plaster cracks and crumbles around it; they're momentarily stunned, but only momentarily. most of the shock from such impacts is absorbed by design into her skeletal reinforcements.

it still cracks a few ribs — the price she pays for preserving the function of her arms. it doesn't matter. persephone can fight through anything, any broken bone or puncture wound, as long as she doesn't pass out or die. her body is a tool, and pain is just a warning. nothing more.

in the split-second before midoriya advances on her again, persephone draws a pistol and fires three times: one where he is, the other two just to the left and right in case he dodges either way. ❝ a liar and overconfident, ❞ they snap in retort, voice still a furious growl. ❝ you're a piece of shit, midoriya. blind fucking soldier deluded by a power fantasy. you have no idea who you're protecting! ❞ their voice rises to a shout, wild with fury.

[vsagis]

❝ i don’t like the way they keep staring at you. ❞ ( from baku

JEALOUSY PROMPTS. / @loveheir

You never do, he wants to say, but there is something new to Bakugou's words. Something new, something that demands Izuku turn his head and take the other's hand in his.

"Hey," he calls for attention quietly and with a gentle squeeze to Katsuki's fingers, "I'm here. With you, yeah?" It says as much as it doesn't if not more; I'm with you, I'm yours, I will always be. So breathe. "We can go sit down outside," Izuku then points towards a glass door that opens to the terrace and the gardens behind it, "Have some alone us time, huh?"

[xamassed]

⟬ @truly-quirkless / s.c ⟭

"Been a while since I was last in the area for longer than a few hours. And now that I'm thinkin' about it, I'm starvin'!" He patted at his empty stomach, the motion prompting a monstrous growl to rumble against his palm. "Hey, here's an idea. Show me your favorite place, and I can treat us both! It's the least I can do for droppin' in last minute like that."

[mutherlessarch]

how long have you been awake? (hitoshi to izuku <3)

' i have no idea. " it's an honest answer. izuku does not have it in himself to figure out the actual answer right now. he has not slept for at least half a week. dead on his feet. still there's something about seeing his feral cat of an ex standing there that makes him feel like the stars look a little brighter tonight. even against the light pollution.

he curls ups on the office couch saying nothing. ending up in what had their shared nap spot once upon a time. but now. now he feels cold and miserable. he should not be here. he should be out there. being a hero. doing his damn job. still izuku yawns loudly green eyes drooping.

izuku does not want to fall asleep. he has things to do. people to save. children that need him home. but still he's allowed to have flaws. he's allowed to be selfish sometimes. right? he's allowed to feel the keen sting of thoughts that drift away as he finally falls into a dreamless sleep.

imagine izuku's surprise when he finds out the room is still occupied when when wakes up again. hitoshi is still there. they are still here. still purple and pretty sleeping peacefully next to izuku. and for a moment, izuku's eyes fill with washed away tears.

hitoshi has always been very pretty when they sleep. an observation izuku had made somewhere earlier in whatever this was. long lashes. the cheek bones. the scar on their face that izuku remembers them receiving. it had been a dark day. not as dark as the as day they lost their leg. but it still rough on them. izuku resists the urge to smooth some of the beautiful purple of hair out of their sleeping face. just to kiss them.

in the end, izuku cannot risk scaring them off again. he won hitoshi over with consistency and determination. a trusting foundation built on a rotten floor. a house capable of rebuilding with help. this office. izuku's their house. the one that samu and yokkun ran around the garden and played in. there's a chance to build something new, something better. something just for them.

izuku does not notice when he's back in dreamland.

[redxriiot]

@bringxthexfirexmultimusesx​ said : " we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? " [FromDeku~neeed spicy kiri ;>] 『 Spicy Meme let's goooo || Accepting 』

           ・⊱ A needy groan rose in Eijiro's throat as his head thunked against Deku's shoulder. As his Hardened fingertips dug into the wall behind him a slight, lips finding their way right to Deku's neck.

           "Aww, who caaares?" He almost whined, pressing lingering kisses up along his jaw, gently nipping the skin. "I can't wait fer home." To hell with the risk, no matter his reputation, everything- "I want you so fucking bad, Bunny. I need you."

           He wasn't usually one to beg, but oh, how Deku made it all too easy to give right into that. Especially with how damn cute he was. The way he dressed, sounded, acted, it all drove him nuts as it was, and right now- "Please~?" -certainly was no different, if not all the more maddeningly so-

[chmerical]

the way i wanted to write but i ended up bed rotting my saturday away and now it's 11:35pm and i'm just now getting to drafts :3

[vsagis]

Mental preparation is nothing, as it turns out. Although Izuku's face may not betray much, save for his cheeks flushing red with every word Katsuki spews like he's shooting bullets, inside there's tumultuous torment.

"You've never had much trouble expressing your feelings," Izuku notes, and then quickly presses his lips closed again. It's not real, the spiral of worse and worse outcomes he can't help but keep imagining, but knowing doesn't help. Not saying anything he hasn't thought over does, or else, he fears, he'll shatter.

Why does Katsuki have to act like that now? It's not like him. He's a simple man, whether he wants to admit it or not, and Izuku knows it. It would reflect badly on him if he didn't get to know this man throughout the years. So why change the routine now? Why, when what Izuku needs to hear so desperately is just plain truth?

The sooner he hears it as it is, the sooner he can start to pity himself, and then, eventually, get over it.

"Just say it. I've endured much worse than a rejection, remember? I can handle it, if you say it."

Oh my god. They're really having this kind of conversation, aren't they? The it's me, not you cliche. Katsuki wants to groan and burn the nearest cheesy romance novel he can find, to get rid himself of the gross feelings lingering under his skin. It's like rubbing rough fabric against wet skin, setting all your nerve endings on edge.

First though, he's gotta get the nerd to fucking understand that even though it's such a fucking cliche that yes. It's really a HIM problem, him as himself. Not Izuku, because if he wasn't such shitbag to the nerd for so long, then perhaps he'd deserve the feelings Deku has for him.

This the fucking challenge of the century for him, to get in touch with how he feels and even worse put'em out there. He'd rather go throw himself against Shigaraki then try to sort out this mess out. It don't help that it's the person who...who's seen him at his worst and best. For some reason that makes everything about this much harder. What if he punches him, but out of love? Can he do that? Would Izuku get the translation of feelings?

"It's not that fucking easy," he says finally, meeting those hurt green eyes. God why does he look so pathetic? In a good way. In the good way where he wants to actually get him out of that shit state and into his normal self. He steps closer, but then steps back putting distance between them. Katsuki stomps over to his living room, trying to get a hold of the restless energy building inside of him.

"And it's not fucking you, listen to me dumbass," he snaps over his shoulder as he tries to make sense of the emotions tied to his thoughts, " you're not the fucking problem. Never have been." He's being such a punk ass coward not saying what he should say.

That he fucking wants him back!

He opens his mouth to try and mouth them, but even that feels like too much. Sending shudder of fear and vulnerability down his back. He's lookin' like the worst hypocrite right about fucking now. Can't even man up to say what he fucking wants to.

[tang3r1n]

cute chubby pro hero/ua teacher x lovesick hawks but 1-a is so insanely against it they throw food at him when he tries to flirt with her <33

[acid-attacc]

With HeroCon coming up soon Mina hoped to get her Malenia, a character from a pre-quirk era game called Elden Ring, cosplay done, she had crafted most of the armor that she could. What she couldn't do herself, she was able to get custom made. She hadnt told anyone what she was going as so it would be a surprise to both her fans and others.

She was excited to see what the others were going to wear to the convention. She was thrilled to have gotten invited to be part of a panel of rescue heroes.

[xboxissues]

New Xbox Games for June 10 to June 14 2023

[vsagis]

As expected, the young hero welcomes the teacher with a smile that could light up the night sky.

"Mr. Aizawa!" Izuku waves at the man from the doorway, having spotted him right upon entering the cafe. A blink of an eye and he's already by the other's side, backpack dropped to the floor by the chair opposite of the other hero as he sits down. "You look good too," Izuku returns the kind words, no tones of fakery in the way he speaks.

The truth is, Aizawa does look good. Better. It's what Izuku has hoped for, but didn't necessarily expect. Some wounds take a long time to heal.

"What have you been up to? Still at the school?"

Starter for @vsagis

Shota had been careful when deciding where to sit. He instinctively had put himself in a small corner away from everyone else, making sure that the wall was on his blind side. His back was to another wall behind him, allowing his good eye to have a view of the door. Old habits died hard, he supposed.

Although he knew that Izuku would figure out rather quickly that the cafe he had chosen dueled as a home for cats, Shota could only hope that his former student would enjoy the small surprise. Their mutual love for cats only made the place all the more fitting for their little reunion. The bell of the door chimed and the corners of Shota's lips turned up into one of his rare smiles at the sight of Izuku. He raised a hand to beckon him over and as he approached Shota spoke softly.

"It's been quite a long time, Midoriya. It's good to see you, you look good, lively."

[vixlenxe]

"................ Oh."

"Good thing I'm not into anyone-"

[vsagis]

[✉ → from bakugou ] what the fuck??? [✉ → from bakugou ] you little fucker [✉ → from bakugou ] why the fuck do i want literal pancakes??? [✉ → from bakugou ] littel shit [✉ → from bakugou ]*shit [✉ → from bakugou ] i know where u live.

IN RESPONSE TO THIS... / @loveheir

Izuku is grinning at his phone before putting it away. Worth it, but better give Bakugou some time to cool down now.

[xamassed]

⟬ meme / @bucketfullofocs ⟭

[Aya @ Tai] “   you had me worried .   ”

"M'sorry, sugar. . ." He wanted to be a little cheeky and ask if there was ever a moment when he didn't worry her, but now wasn't the time. She was properly worried, and he couldn't stand to be the reason for it.

His muscular form wasn't as huggable for the most obvious reason, but he still stooped down and scooped her up into his arms because both of them needed the comfort. He was physically and mentally exhausted, and he could only imagine that she was too.

"I'm alright. Ya know how it is." He nuzzled into her hair, letting her scent bring him a unique sense of peace. "News always has t'exaggerate everythin' that's goin' on if it ain't world endin' stuff. It was bad, but it wasn't as bad as they were makin' it out t'be."

A kiss to the top of her head, then her temple. "Let's stay in t'night, relax, do nothin'. How's that sound?"