#quirk info

[momomallowart]

He should've been in the sky touching the clouds ⛅

[strawberijasper]

some art I did last year of my bkdk fankid, I realized I've never posted it here. it's been a year so I've been wanting to redraw this/make a proper ref sheet for this little guy, esp since I'm not all too proud of this anymore but HDKHFFJ ITS FINE

[mshellimagines]

OC Ideas: List of Quirks!

(BNHA)

Quirk Ideas below the cut <3

This is essentially just a huge, not really filtered list of ideas so please don’t take it… Too seriously lmao.

OC QUIRK IDEAS!

Acid Cure - The user has sharp fangs filled with a poison that can heal when injected.

Animorph - The user can transform into any animal they have physically seen and been in the proximity of for one minute.

Black Void - The user can summon a void that contains horror-like creatures and objects.

Chains - The user can produce chains made from the iron in their body.

Claws - The user’s hands are razor-sharp claws.

Command - Others will obey any order the user gives from speech.

Conceal - The user can turn themselves and anything they touch, like clothes, invisible; and can turn others invisible as long as the user is in physical contact with them.

Dark Matter - The user can manipulate indetectable matter and form it into void-like weapons.

Dreamwalker - The user can walk in the dreams of anyone they have seen.

Dust - The user can manipulate dust in the air.

Face Shift - The user is able to manipulate their body and face to be a new, nonexistent person.

False Truth - Any lie the user tells will be believed.

Fear Eyes - The user’s stare can incite hallucinations in another of their darkest fears.

Flaming Skin - The user’s body radiates a deadly heat in which anything the user touches will burst into flame.

Fusion - The user can fuse two individuals to create a whole new person for up to an hour. The two minds may clash, however—and the quirks are combined into just one new one.

Gravity Well - The user can create localized gravity wells, pulling objects or people towards a single point. The strength and range of the gravity well depend on the user's focus.

Hallucination - The user can create illusions that disappear when touched.

Healing Hair - The user’s hair can heal almost any injury.

Identity - The user can transform into any living person they have touched before for up to thirty minutes.

Interface - The user can control and manipulate machines and electronics by interfacing with them mentally, allowing them to hack devices, control robots, or operate advanced technology without physically touching it.

Lava Lamp - Parts of the user’s body have the characteristics of a lava lamp.

Light and Dark - The user can generate light when experiencing positive emotions and darkness when experiencing negativity.

Liquid Composition - The user can transform into semi-solidified water to move around.

Magma - Part of the user’s body is composed of lava that is generated.

Matter Hair - The user can change the composition of their hair to be any reasonable solid element on the periodic table.

Metallic Grip - The user can turn their arm and leg composition into any (reasonable) metal in existence.

Mitosis - The user can split themselves into two people, themself and a distinct, separate person, like an alter ego, that they also control. More splits may occur, resulting in different individuals.

Photosynthesis - The user has the properties of a plant.

Polyglot - The user is able to speak, read, and write every language they hear spoken or see written.

Prosper - Since developing this quirk, the user is unable to age and stays the physical age of five.

Shadow Beasts - The user can transform darkness into solid, shadow beasts.

Shadow Body - The user can turn themselves into a cloud of shadow and can manipulate shadows around them, turning them into solid objects.

Sharp Wings - The user has wings made of a razor-sharp steel that can cut through almost anything.

Siren’s Call - The user’s singing voice incites a burning rage in others, causing mayhem and destruction.

Size Shift - The user can shrink down to 1/50 times their normal size or grow up to 50 times their normal size in a range.

Slime - The user can create a corrosive, jelly-like substance from their hair.

Spindle/Marionette - The user can spin silk from their wrists. As a unique touch, these strings can wrap around living beings and influence their body completely—movement control, as though people are puppets.

Spines - The user has large, shark-tooth-like spines on their arms, legs, sides, and head.

Stare-way to Hell - The user’s stare can ignite objects or people on fire if the user is angry enough.

String of Fate - The user can know the location of anyone they have seen and fallen in love with.

Succubus - The user’s presence causes others to become enchanted by them. They also have the features of a succubus or incubus.

Toxic Blood - The user’s blood is rich with a deadly poison that can kill when ingested by someone else.

Vampire - The user has superhuman strength, speed, and beauty with the ability to captivate others at will, but has to drink blood in order to keep their abilities and to live and can not go out in the sun.

Virus - The user can grow tendrils from their body and stab them into others, which enables the victims to be dazed and in shock for up to fifteen minutes and use part of the same quirk, inflicting others.

Werewolf - The user can transform into a wolf-like creature.

[aro-of-argentum]

The Judas Arrangement

WC: 2,629

Notes: This is a snippet from a Dabi/Touya Todoroki xReader project I'm currently working on and I wanted to share it as a sneak peek for the full fic I will eventually be putting out! Mentions of character death, grief and attempts to manage it, mentions of arranged marriage, Natsuo is doing his best, it isn't enough.

Beta'd by: @teaspacebar

You were sitting in the same place you always did on January eighteenth, staring at the words carved into stone. Beloved son and brother. The sentimental phrase made your stomach turn. Touya was beloved, certainly, by you, by his siblings, and even by his mother, despite the strain in their relationship toward the end. But the man who paid for the headstone couldn’t have cared less. Endeavor had pushed his family to move on from the boy’s passing as soon as the cameras were pointed elsewhere, and despite their grief, they obeyed. You were the only one that visited this place now, the only one that tended to it.

Your knees were settled into the dirt at the base of the stone, and you remained, as you always did, despite the chill that seemed to seep into your very bones. The sound of footsteps on the earth was your alert you were no longer alone.

“You shouldn’t be out here like this, you’ll freeze.”

You knew he meant well, you honestly did, but for some reason you’d woken up in worse condition than you had in years for these visits. You were emotionally raw, and there was no room in your heart to be understanding of Natsuo’s feelings when the only thing you felt was despair.

You swallowed thickly to dislodge the lump in your throat before you spoke. “I’ve asked not to be disturbed while I’m here.” You continued to stare into the stone, eyes glassy but refusing to drip in front of your fiancé. He’d try to care for you if he saw you cry, and you couldn’t handle that right now. You wouldn’t have the patience to thank him and tell him he was being a good partner and dote on him in return.

He explained, “It isn’t your usual day,” as though that excused the interruption.

“It’s his birthday, Natsuo.”

“I know that.” He sighed, a tiredness creeping into his voice, though if it was caused by your behavior or the day, you weren’t sure. “That’s how I knew I’d find you here when you stopped answering my messages.”

A hum of disinterested acknowledgement left you as a vague awareness pinged in your brain to tell you that, yes, your phone had been buzzing the whole time you’d been here. You’d left it tucked in your bag anyway. “Why did you come here?” There was no accusation in your tone despite the 12-year-old little girl in your chest screaming that Natsuo should come here because he cares, not just to find you.

“My father asked to see us for lunch at his agency. We’re going to be late if we don’t-”

“Go without me,” you refused without hesitation. “Tell him I’m sick; I’ll apologize to him tomorrow.”

Natsuo was quiet for a moment before he admitted, “He wants to know about our plans for the wedding. And an explanation on why it was pushed back another six months.”

You shook your head, “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

He sighed your name. “We have to-”

“I already agreed to the contract,” you reminded him. “You’re the one that’s holding out on hope of something that’s never going to come.”

The choked noise of hurt surprise that left him did not escape your notice, and yet you still refused to turn to look at him. “Y/n, please.”

“Just-” you had to smother the irritation bubbling in your chest, knowing it came from your emotional distress more than anything he’d done. “Natsuo, please,” you barely withheld the mimicry, “go away.”

The man was dejected, you could feel it without having to see him, and it rang through his voice when he finally relented, “I’ll see if he’ll meet with us tomorrow. Do you want me to bring you a blanket?”

A pulse of guilt pushed through your chest at his words, because of course, even when you were being belligerent and hurtful, Natsuo cared, he loved you, and wanted to make sure you were alright. “No. Thank you.” You needed the cold; it was a biting reminder of what you’d lost.

He sighed but pushed no further, and a moment later there were receding footsteps.

“He’s been doing that more lately,” you explained to the open air behind Touya’s headstone, the fatigue in your voice plain as day. “His expectations of me are growing, and he thinks I shouldn’t still be here, that I shouldn’t still be feeling this way. He doesn’t understand why I can’t-” you stopped, sentence unfinished at the sound of approaching footsteps. “Natsuo, please, just leave me alone.”

A voice you didn’t recognize responded, “Sorry to disappoint, but the guy that just walked out of here looking like a kicked fucking dog is long gone.” The man’s tone was low, dangerous, and his phrasing almost felt like a threat. You braced your hands on the ground beside you, slowly moving to stand until he spoke again from behind you. “No, no. Don’t get up. Don’t turn around.”

The command was clear, and your skin crawled at the sense of danger that was clawing its way up your spine. “What do you want?” you asked, eyes searching for something, anything, that might be able to help you right now.

“Now that we’re alone, you and I are going to have a little chat.” The rasp in his voice spoke to overuse and strain, and you couldn’t help but wince at the memory of the first time you’d done that to your own voice, just after a funeral when you were twelve. “Who was he?”

“My fiancé,” you answered, tone as cold as the air around you.

“Not him,�� he clarified, “The headstone.”

A huff of a dark and humorless laugh escaped you. “Would you believe me if I said the answer was the same?”

He snorted. “Dates say he was a kid.”

You could hear the unspoken question of ‘how’ in his statement, so you answered it. “We were arranged.”

“And you’re grieving? What, seven years later?”

The question was almost mocking, and you knew it was stupid to be snarky right now. But knowing that didn’t stop you. “You never loved anybody like that?”

There was a pause, nothing audible in the near-freezing silence that covered the cemetery. Then, “Tell me about him.”

You actually laughed that time, gaze still downcast at Touya’s name. “Is that your thing? You corner people at their loved ones’ graves so you can watch them cry?”

He chuckled and for a moment you thought you recognized the sound, but the rasp took back over. “Just you. Tell me.”

Your fists clenched where they sat on your thighs, nails digging into your palms as you attempted to gather the words. “He was smart, and strong, and kind,” you decided was as good a place as any to start. You wanted this man out of your space as soon as possible, and maybe playing his game was the way to do that. “He was my best friend, and I loved him, at least as much as a child can understand what love is.” You could feel fresh tears in your eyes, still doing everything in your power not to let them fall.

“I thought you said it was arranged.”

“Yeah, we got lucky; got along like a house on fire.” You laughed barely audibly at your own joke, and heard him snort before immediately coughing and clearing his throat. Odd, you thought, given the lack of context for that comment, unless he’d seen the Todoroki name and assumed. “We spent every day together, went to all the same schools, did quirk training together, he was everything to me.” The sentimentality of your rant nearly had you forgetting the reason you were on it in the first place. A nostalgic, though slightly saddened smile crossed your features when you added. “We even called each other husband and wife.”

“And the new fiancé?”

Your expression soured, and you didn’t have the bandwidth to consider how messed up of you that was. “His younger brother. He offered to fulfill the marriage contract so that my family would still be taken care of.”

“Tch. Noble.”

Your irritation bubbled out of you before you could stop yourself from spilling your guts to the stranger that still stood behind you like a ghost. “Yeah, except he wants to get married because he’s in love with me and he refuses to accept that I won’t ever feel that way about him.”

“Why not?”

“Because Natsuo’s not him!” You almost shouted, gesturing toward the headstone. You felt a tear finally slide free, and you were quick to wipe it away, despite the fact you were sure the man hovering behind you could see it. Perhaps you could blame it on the phenomenon that it’s easier to open up to strangers than people you know that this was all suddenly ready to pour out of you for the first time in your life. “And maybe it was a long time ago, and children don’t know what love is, so how do you explain to someone that while all of that is true, you don’t think you could ever be in love with them. Because just being near him felt like waking up with the sunrise on your face, and losing him felt like loosing the sun, and you haven’t been able to find anything that feels like that since.” When your words ran out, the sobs finally ripped free of your throat, tears flowing uninterrupted. You did your best to catch your breath enough to speak again. “So, if you’re gonna steal my wallet or kill me, now would be a great time, cause even if I could so something about it, I might let you do it anyway.

“I am freezing and I am miserable and I wish To-” Another sob broke off the end of your sentence, the end of your wish that he was there to comfort you, to wrap you in a hug and lean down to burrow his head into yours and let his body heat and affection chase it all away just as he did when you were kids. You were so wrapped up in the idea that even as you heard the man behind you move closer, you made no attempt to protect yourself. You sat still, head bowed, and eyes closed, nails digging so hard into your palms so hard you were certain you’d bleed if not for your quirk.

The first thing you felt was heat. Rolling in waves like someone had opened a furnace door. His knees hit the ground, and you felt the man’s arms wrap around your waist. His chest pushed into your back, and his chin landed lightly on your shoulder, head knocking softly into the side of yours and pressing there.

Your eyes shot open as you froze, shock overtaking every other emotion in your body as you tried to reconcile the fact that this person somehow knew.

You heard him speak again, now so much softer in tone and volume, though the rasp was still present. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come for you sooner.”

You voice felt lost, and you barely managed a broken whisper of, “What?”

His arms tightened around you, grip almost crushing when he spoke again. His voice was choked and watery, and quiet enough that if you weren’t so close you were sure you wouldn’t have heard him. “I saw photos of the family a year ago, you were with Nats, I thought- fuck I should have known. I should have come to get you, I’m so sorry.”

He seemed to be spiraling, hold on you fluctuating as his arms tensed and relaxed and tensed again. Your own thoughts were running at light speed, and your eyes finally trailed down, filling with emotion when you saw the scarred and mutilated skin of his arms, the staples at his wrists. “Your arms…”

The muttering over your shoulder stopped, and for a moment you weren’t sure he was even breathing. When you moved, there was no resistance in his hold, so you turned to face the man. Your gaze trailed up the sleeves of his jacket, and you found more of the same purpled skin where the garment ended at his throat. More scars, more staples, and his eyes.

A watery gasp filled your chest. You’d had daydreamy conversations when you were children about one day matching an engagement stone to those eyes. “Touya?”

He nodded, the movement small, hope in his eyes and something almost a smile on his lips when he pressed his face into your hand where it cupped his cheek. A sigh relieved the tension in his chest, the worry that all the changes in him would make you see him as a monster.

“You’re here.” Your disbelief was evident in your tone and your eyes.

“I’m here, it’s me.”

“You’re alive.”

“I’m alive.” His volume remained quiet, withheld, like he was scared to shatter the bubble around the two of you.

You smiled through the tears now freely flowing down your cheeks, which despite there being no sign they’d slow down, the man in front of you seemed content to continually wipe away with his thumbs as his palms cradled your face. Warmth spread from his touch, hot, but not enough to burn, never enough to burn you, even if he could. He’d always touched you with that kind of careful awareness of his quirk. “How?” you questioned, hands latching onto his wrists as overwhelming confusion and concern took over almost everything else. “In the park- you- we didn’t-”

He flinched at your grip but made no attempt to remove it as he cut you off. “I promise, I can explain, but I don’t have a lot of time right now, I-”

His own sentence was cut off by an explosion close enough to rock the ground, followed immediately by a phone ringing in his pocket. “What-” you tried with wide eyes, but your own phone blared Natsuo’s ringtone from your bag.

“Shit! Y/n, I have to go.” He moved to stand up, his hands pulling away from you as he did, and you panicked.

“Wait!” You stared up at him with wide eyes as your heart and mind raced alike. Your breathing grew labored as you considered what you were about to ask, but what else could you do when your best friend, your purpose in life, your everything was back within reach, staring down at you, about to leave you behind again. “Take me with you.”

“It’s not safe, I can’t-”

“It doesn’t matter! I can’t lose you again,” you were begging; you didn’t care. “Don’t leave me.”

His jaw tightened for only a moment before, “Fuck! Come on,” he commanded, pulling you to your feet.

You made no attempt to grab your things as he stormed away with you in tow, and you couldn’t help but notice that even though he’d said he was leaving, he’d never dropped your hand.

“You have to stay close to me, you have to do everything I say, without question, and you have to call me Dabi. Good?” He threw the question into the air, knowing you’d be listening. He waited until he heard you respond with an ‘okay’ far too sure, before shaking his head, unable to determine whether he was happy or terrified for what he was about to do. “You’re not going to like where we’re going.”

And now, as his fingers intertwined with yours to pull you along as the pair of you broke into a run, you cleared the boundary of the cemetery, leaving your things, your grief, maybe your entire life, at the headstone of Touya Todoroki.

[c00kietin]

guys. guys is it bad that I'm designing another mha oc ;_;

[parasitenumber611]

New oc :3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:33:3 + a info dump

[zenshigarakilover]

Since we do not know who is the father of All For One and the First, we can assume that he has another brother / sister. What would happen if he met such a person? His obsession with Yoichi came about because Yoichi was the only one who saw him as a human being and treated him with kindness. But has the obsession also affected the family members (All For One apparently do not care about his mother and he does not feel any obsession with her)? Did he try to mold them into a vessel or a replacement for Yoichi? Thank u )

There are two outcomes I see for this scenario:

If he learns his father raised these siblings then he'll kill them out of jealousy because he took care of them while AFO was left on the street to die. Is that the most rational thing to do? No, but neither was him killing the glowing baby over circumstances they couldn't control.

If not then he would be disinterested in them as a whole. Maybe if he finds some kind of use for them he'll try reaching out, but if not then he wouldn't care to meet them. Wouldn't tell Yoichi if he was alive about it either as he knows he'll want to reach out no matter what.

The thing you gotta remember is that AFO only cares about people in terms of how useful they can be to him. Yoichi was there by his side for him when no one else in the world was so he grew extremely attached to him. So if he found out he had other siblings I don't think he would care for them in a familial manner as he feels Yoichi is all he needs and no one could ever hope to measure up to him. So no projecting his feelings of Yoichi onto them.

[raiiny-bay]

sun & moon boyfriends

[pocketramblr]

What about an AU where Manual replaces Aizawa as the 1-A homeroom teacher?

Oh boy we can fit SO MUCH projection into this one

1- Manual only applied to UA because he was applying a bunch of hero schools, and he didn't think he'd get UA but why not try, at worst it's extra interview practice before he really tries at Ketsubutsu. And then he got only got a job at UA and no other school, somehow. And he can't technically complain because UA pays the best and it's a job he signed up for, but how???

2. He also didn't apply as a homeroom teacher, but they offered it to him anyway and he uh doesn't really say no. He figured he could change positions after a few years already if he wanted to, and planned on it, but then realized he liked this position much better and so kept it instead

3. Actually you know what sure all the projection. His third year he ended up being freshman homeroom team lead, which he's pretty sure isn't supposed to happen- Vlad had more experience but said he wanted a break this year from it and no one else applied so....

4. His third year is also when he gets our beloved class 1A! They do not get expulsion threats, and go to orientation. Then Manual tells them they have an essay due at the end of the week, about why they want to be heroes and what their current plan is, to be completed before any combat training. Several students pitch a fit about writing when they want to learn how to fight, but Manual points out that as part of their training, they'll have to do a lot of unpleasant things. Will they put effort into the record keeping they need to learn as pros if they aren't willing to write a paper? Will they be able to communicate in team exercises if they can't even put what they want as a hero into words? How patient can they be for slow moving cases? The class can see his point even if it's not exciting.

The second day of school, two students hand him papers. Bakugou asks if he can start fight training sooner now since he did the whole dumb essay. Midoriya asks him to look over the first draft if he doesn't mind, because he just had a lot of ideas where to take it and wants it to be really good.

By the start of homeroom the second day, these two are no longer sitting in desks right by each other.

5. On the fourth day of school, while Manual has his class looking over their costumes and getting peer feedback, he realizes that Vlad usually would be sending bragging pictures of his class in rescue training right about now, to see if Manual could get his kids to beat them next week when they went to USJ. He sends a message. It doesn't go through.

He thinks "huh, that's weird" right before robot sentry alarms go off about vines erupting from USJ's roof and throwing students out frantically. Manual grabs the closest non combat adult in the hall to watch his class and runs to help figure out what's going on.

[momomallowart]

Human curling iron + gamer who doesn't stop yapping ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

Here's a version without the text + a closeup too 🫶💗

[creaturefeaster]

Can we see full ankets of new Brook and Elliot dising please?🥺🥺🥺

I hope I'm not misinterpreting this ask, because I don't fully understand, but I assume you're looking for the latest drawings I posted in the last couple of days in full :3?

Nothing amazing, just me and my love for making lists and templates and references yet again.

[scenekitt]

RYUJIRO MAKES A COMEBACK !!

For those unaware, I have an MHA OC named Ryujiro Tatsuno and his quirk is " Werehound ", allowing him to transform into a giant canine based off the intensity of his emotions ( all at the sacrifice of his bones and human instincts shifting to more primal / animal like instincts )

These are basically all of his possible stages with the colors representing of dangerous or hard to control the forms are. His 100% stage is also nicknamed his 'Frenzied Form' due to his lack of control he greatly has over it, causing him to go on a rampage because of the pain he's in whenever his bones contort and grow.

[acesgarden]

Character File;

Emerson A. Conway

Generics

Name! Emerson Ace Conway

Monikers! E, Em, Ems, Emmy, Emmi, Emi, Emmie, Emer, Emery, Emo, Emmett, Sonny, Son.

Age! 16

Birthday! April 18th, 20XX

Identities! Nonbinary (She/They), Bisexual

Quirk! Tarot Matter

Voice Claims!

English: Princess Bubblegum (Hynden Walch)

Japanese: Aoi Akane (Minako Sato)

Personal

Personality! Emerson is calm and collected usually, she isn’t introverted but also is? She likes talking to people but is not good at making first moves. But get her talking and she’s like sunshine, warm and talkative. She smiles a lot. A bit childish and silly if you will, but passionate and determined. Competitive even, aries traits ya know.

On social media she tends to show off that more silly and childish attitude and energetic extrovertedness.

Emerson is a person for physical touch, affectionate and loving. She’s good at tuning into others though, reading the signs of needing to back off and listens to what languages they like. She respects it. Shes a loyal person.

She has issues with abandonment and losing things. Especially after losing basically everything after moving from Ravenwood. She can be extremely protective and holds onto things tightly.

+ Traits!

Empathetic

Listener

Affectionate

Passionate

Determined

= Traits!

Loyal

Optimistic

Reserved

Childish

Silly

- Traits!

Disorganized

Competitive

(Overly)Protective

Stubborn

indecisive

Likes! Cats, Coffee, Sweets, Books, Romance Skateboarding, Skincare, Soft Thing ie. Plushies, Tarot, Music, Walks & Runs, Baking, Rain scented things.

Dislikes! Super Spicy Foods, Quirkism, Discrimination, Extreme Heat & Cold, Horror, Smoking, Smoke Smell.

Goals/Dreams! To follow in her families footsteps.

Obstacles/Fears! Catastrophobia, Autophobia.

Appearances

Description! Emerson is an average heighten individual, around 5’4” and is chubby. She has shoulder length brown hair which often is cut into a wolf cut style. She has blue eyes and a scar on her lip. It is of unknown origins. Emerson’s family also has a variety of yellow markings on their body dating back generations, they glow when their quirk is in use.

Aesthetic/Style! She has a mixed style, leaning towards down town girl but also casual styles mixed it. Soft Girl, little bit trendy and little bit cottage core. She dresses in whatever she can get her hands on. Especially if she finds it cute.

Relations

Charts coming soon…

Backstory

Can be read here.

Extra & Trivia

Art!

Screencap 2

Fashion

Writing!

Emertodo Cuddle (Sounds) HC

Rambles!

Support!Emerson

Random 2 3 4

Other Stuff!

Playlist

[ra1-reality]

HI RARA

whats your favorite thing about your quirk?

HI CHO!! GOD MY QUIRK IS GENUINELY ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS EVER AGHHHHH

I think my favorite thing about it is how much it can do! I also like how it plays into my physical appearance. Because my lightning is stored in my veins, that means the lightning scars that are burned engraved over my veins constantly have a faint glow to them!!! (Learned this through channeling) and because my scars are all over my body, in a way I have a sorta glowing aura lmao?

I think feeling wise, my quirk constantly makes me numb but also kinda like giddy? My quirk zaps off my body all the time without will because it’s in a constant state of needing to be released - especially when my heart rate is high. I LOVE being able to run faster than a human (Mach 7 to be exact) I love feeling the wind in my hair and against my skin, I love that everything around me slows down in my eyes because of how fast I’m going. I love being able to process information at inhuman speed, i love how fast I am in general

[madmutts]

Is this blog canon?? Idk if I’m just stupid or not but I’ve been trying to figure out if this is canon or just funsies all day.

Everything that is tagged with #hea au is canon to the Happily Ever After AU by @phykoha :)

[decarbry]

does yabuzawa have issues grappling with the fact that other people died to 'make' him so to speak? like he's got other people's quirks and dna in him now. i imagine with the amount of immense guilt he feels over what happened to shirakumo he probably feels pretty devastated that he indirectly had a hand in the deaths of others. like obviously that's not the case but we all know aizawa has a tendency to bear the burden of guilt that isn't his to bear because of that hero complex he has.

He does :( and he won’t realize it’s even something to worry about until he’s more or less back to Aizawa, and that makes it worse on him. He’ll come down hard on himself for not thinking of others & Hizashi will attempt to be the voice of reason, however chaotically that goes