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Huggies for the husbie!! đđ©·đđ©·
#wanda's art#wanda's selfships#fanart#selfship#selfshipping#super hacking my heart đ»đ#steins;gate#itaru hashida#daru#digital art#digital doodle#digital drawing#s/i x f/o#s/i x canon#fictional other#f/o#robotics;notes#robotics;notes dash
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Holy mother of the Time Machine! Good fan service!
#robotics;notes dash#havenât been good at posting as of late#but Iâm now at the second last phase of dash if anyone cares
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I ALREADY DID HIHIHI
Make fursonas for you and your F/Os.
Thatâs it. :3 Thatâs the post.
#wanda's art#wanda's ocs#wanda's selfships#super hacking my heart đ»đ#reblogs#furry#fursona#f/o#s/i#furry art#selfship#selfshipping#steins;gate#daru#itaru hashida#steins;gate 0#robotics;notes dash#dogaru pawshida#wanda the cockalier
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I'm so deep into Science Adventure games. Steins;Gate broke me then put me back together and now I'm at the beginning of Robotics;Notes and loving Akiho living her best life building robots and just waiting for the plot to take a major turn on me.
Also I'm glad that I can play the rest of them on Switch because the buttons on steamdeck being different threw me off so much with Steins;Gate but I REALLY wanted to play the original and not Elite because the game's original art style looks so much better than the anime's style.
#tooni rambles#also for any other fans of the series do you think it's necessary/important to play steins;gate 0 and robotics;notes dash?#i was planning on just playing the 'core' games (and reading the occultic;nine light novels)#but if anyone familiar with the series has opinions i'd like to know#i'm kinda interested in dash because i just like daru as a character but i am also eager to get to anonymous;code
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not much can top the CD relationship web. Prowl, who knows him better than anyone else because CD doesnât give a damn about him and doesnât try to hide anything. Brainstorm, who has to act as his proxy in remembering the things that he actually cared about in life/who is closer to him than his actual partners because of it. Rewind, who he tried to erase from existence because he actually loved him. Skids, who he killed by his own hand by making him remember the pain that both of them forgot. Dominus, who Rewind killed by his own hand for the crime of having forgotten him.
#greatest chagrin that mtmte is from a goofy cheesy robot franchise and chromedome is therefore not the fan favourite he deserves to be#he was built to have 6k-note anime style thirst traps with glowing eyes plastered all over the dash#canonically attractive enough to be four-times married in a species that barely does it once#kelsey liveblogs tf
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Pixar did not have to go as hard as they did with the Kronos Unveiled scene in The Incredibles (2004), yet they did anyway and gave us one of the best scenes in modern cinema. Literally cannot stop thinking about how good this scene is, from the animation to the build up to the soundtrack.
I donât think I truly understood how dark this scene - and this film - was a child: Syndrome is systematically and strategically luring in superheroes and killing them off in order to test and improve his Omnidroid design⊠these people were not only supers but they also had family and loved ones too, just like Bob, and one day they would have just disappeared because chances are they werenât telling people where they were going because it was "top secret" and against the law. They thought they were doing something good, like helping the people in the island, while also getting to relive their glory days, perhaps even paving the way for superheroes to make a proper comeback⊠only for Syndrome to kill them in cold blood.
Most of these people can actually be seen at Bob and Helenâs wedding in the beginning of the film - they werenât just random supers, they were their friends, people they worked alongside and cared about. Itâs even worse when you realise that Bob probably blames himself because, after all, Buddy/Syndrome was his biggest fan and he dismissed him by not letting him help.
The relief on Bobâs face when he realises Syndrome doesnât know where Helen is - meaning he also doesnât know where their children are because he didnât realise they were married at this point - is so realistic and gut wrenching to see. The relief contrasting with the anguish of knowing how much danger they and their entire family could have been in the entire time without even knowing...it's so well-done, you can literally feel it.
Itâs also worth noting that originally the next target wasnât Mr Incredible but Frozone - that was who Mirage was trailing, hence why his location is âknownâ. Imagine if she/Syndrome hadnât realised that Mr Incredible was with him and theyâd lured Frozone in instead as planned; he would have gone to the island to fight the Omnidroid 8 in a volcano setting. We saw how being in the burning building dehydrated Frozone and made it impossible to use his ice powers - presumably it would have been the same in the middle of a lava filled volcano, and heâd have been slaughtered just like the other superheroes before him.
This scene shows an entire generation of superheroes - Bob, Helen and Luciusâ generation - wiped out all because Syndrome felt slighted by his hero as a child, because he internalised that slight and let it drive him to revenge. And, if we take into account the deleted alternate opening scene, itâs mentioned that superheroes "aren't supposed to breedâ - meaning thereâs a likelihood that Violet, Dash and Jack-Jack are among the very few supers of the next generation. I know that it's deleted and so not really canon, but it's definitely a concept to consider, I think.
Then there's the fact Syndrome named the project "Kronos" - Kronos was a God who overthrew his own father in order to take over his rule, and then he ate his own children to prevent them doing the same thing to him. It feels like it reflects Syndrome once looking up to Mr Incredible and even saying "I could be your ward!", meaning Mr Incredible adopting or fostering him - the project name is a metaphor for Syndrome destroying the Supers, especially Mr Incredible, who he viewed as a father figure. The Omnidroids he built killed two birds with one stone: not only was he able to acquire the data to upgrade the robot to its final design, but it also eliminated the real super heroes and so left him as the last remaining "superhero", even though his powers are man-made, not something he was born with.
Not only did he want to become the only remaining superhero by killing the real ones in revenge, he also planned to sell his inventions at some point so everyone can be super - because "when everyone is super, nobody is". It's like a final blow to the memory of the superheroes he had killed.
I've talked too much about this scene but God... I love it so much more as an adult because it's just so chilling to think about. I'm sure other people can put it much more articulately than I just tried to, but I just really wanted to appreciate this scene.
#the incredibles#pixar#disney#mr incredible#elastigirl#bob parr#helen parr#edna mode#syndrome#buddy pine#kronos#kronos unveiled#cinema
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ok hello. i have thoughts.
short answer: yes.
long answer: absolutely yes!Â
the two main things we see with drift compatible pairs in pacific rim are 1) well, compatibility and 2) sparring (physically and/or verbally). mako and raleigh find theyâre compatible when they spar; herc and chuck fight and have disagreements; newt and hermannâs entire relationship is built on fighting with each other. having disagreements and fights is not a âdespite ofâ thing, itâs literally how you can tell two people are compatible--they arenât identical, they compliment!
we see the same thing w/ bj and hawkeye: they have an instant chemistry in WTK, and they fight in petty (aint love grand) and serious (preventative medicine) ways, but theyâre still at each otherâs sides by the end. fighting alone wouldnât make them incompatible by a long shot! plus, their back-and-forth shows they have this innate sense of how each otherâs brain works--they slot together perfectly. imo theyâve got every characteristic of a drift compatible pair :-)
Are Hawkeye and BJ drift compatible? Sound off
#i literally saw this post on my dash. immediately did a little stim. and said out loud 'IM NORMAL'#if that tells you anything about how i feel about this subject.#also this isnt even a necessarily romantic thing if that isnt your cup of tea. family and platonic friends can be and are paired in PR#the love that powers a giant robot comes in many forms.#pacific rim#mash#also i struggled to articulate all my thoughts sorry if this is like. weirdly phrased. i am exploding#edit: HI REMY IN THE NOTES. LOL. I HAVE CHIMED IN
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đcanducky-momođ„follow
Are people actually getting upset over the âI hate peopleâ plate? Itâs literally just a funny misprint, people need to get over themselves.
đduckymomoyoyođ„đŁfollow
Ok well as a mother I donât think itâs cool that kids are getting a plate where their role model tells them that they hate everyone :/
đcanducky-momođ„follow
I think kids are smart enough to know Ducky Momo is fictional but maybe thatâs just me
đyourverybestfriendâšđ€follow
Op donât even bother, that other user tried selling stolen fan art at a con
đwoahwoah-momođŠfollow
What about all those cases where kids imitate what they see on tv?! The âI hate peopleâ plate could have REAL CONSEQUENCES!!
đyourverybestfriendâšđ€follow
Can you give me a time that happened outside of made up stories by boomers?? Can you?!
đcanducky-momođ„follow
Again kids are smart. So smart. Like, scarily so. My nine year old brothers built a rollercoaster. There are kids out there who can play multiple instruments. There are programs teaching kids how to make robots out of Legos because they know kids are smart enough. Trust me, as an older sister I have been around kids enough to know they are (annoyingly) smart.
đyourverybestfriendâšđ€
RB IF YOU THINK KIDS DESERVE RESPECT!!
đlovefĂ€ndalđžfollow
I donât go here but this came on my dash and like. I agree with OPâs message but are we gonna ignore the part where she said her brothers BUILT A ROLLERCOASTER?!!
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Oh my god???
đyouverybestfriendâšđ€follow
STOP I DIDNâT EVEN SEE THAT WHAT
đinthedoctorzoneâ°đfollow
NOT A RELATABLE EXPERIENCE OP
đyourverybestfriendâšđ€
@canducky-momo
OP. LETâS TALK ABOUT THIS OP.
đcanducky-momođ„
Ok I just got out the shower and thereâs like 500 notes whatâs happening. All I said is my brothers built a rollercoaster (which I tried to bust them for). I donât get whatâs so crazy about this
đmartysmusicalblenderthemusicalđ°
MOST KIDS DONâT BUILD ROLLERCOASTERS OP.
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In all fairness my dad hypnotized pigeons to poop on my uncle once
đscienceforthebadofhumanityâïžđ„Œfollow
He deserved it.
đcanducky-momođ„follow
@notgothitspunk wait weâve been friends irl for a while now since when does your dad have a tumblr
đmartysmusicalblenderthemusicalđ°follow
This post is a train wreck
đyourverybestfriendâšđ€follow
Alright which one of you showed our parents tumblr??
đnotgothitspunkđŠđŒ
my dad is just like that guys Iâm sorry
đlovefĂ€ndelđžfollow
WHY ARE WE JUST IGNORING THE PIGEON HYPNOSIS?
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No mold detected!
đbufordđfollow
I have molds of all my friends!!
đcanducky-momođ€
CAN WE PLEASE GO BACK TO TALKING ABOUT DUCKY MOMO???
#unreality#phineas and ferb#candace flynn#ducky momo#yeah I made the ducky momo discourse real leave me be#had to be done!!#vanessa doofenshmirtz#buford van stomm#heinz doofenshmirtz#fakeposting#fake tumblr dash#the best part about this was making the references slowly more obscure#for the usernames anyway
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virgin!ethan landry buying condoms before attending a party with chad (idk this would be so funny and awkwardđđđ)
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pairing .: ethan landry x reader
genre .: suggestive
word count .: 3k
warnings .: suggestive content (minors dni.), female reader, alcohol indulgence, dry humpingÂ
author's note .: SORRY NO SMUT! just a lot of plot! but i had soo much fun writing this, whoever requested this i think youâre so funny! i originally was going to add smut but lack of motivation. my little nerd boy psycho getting teased by shirtless farmer chad makes me giggle. but i hope you guys love this as much as i do because iâm giggling soso bad. also i donât have a dick iâve never bought condoms b4 so i tried my best errr. also also guys please b careful when drinking at parties. this is just a lot of plot and lowkey ethan x chad (im slash jay) but if enough people want it i will write smut in a part 2.Â
© casiia 2023 DO NOT REPOST OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK
âwait why are you turning? weâre supposed to go down this street for another light.â
the muted sound of rain echoes inside the car; droplets of water splattering against the fogged windshield blurred the bright traffic lights, a mixture of green and red reflecting against the dash.
âpitstop. gotta pick up some stuff.â chad taps his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently â waiting for the light to turn green. his thumb smooths over the grooves that were engraved in the leather, frustration threatening to expose from his composed state. âget the fuck off your phone! go, the light is green.â
âpick up stuff? not drugs, rightâŠ?â ethan looks up from his phone, his illuminated screen lighting his features from the shadows of the night. with a buzz, he focuses his attention back to his device. a smile graces his lips as he reads over your notification, fingers moving quick to type a response to you.Â
âno, not drugs. condoms.â
adjusting the seat belt that suddenly became uncomfortable around his neck, ethan swallows thickly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. âoh.â
âi mean, youâre gonna need them. i doubt nothingâs gonna happen between you and her tonight.â pulling into the lot, chad cheekily smiles over to his friend, playfully hitting his arm.
âw-what? we arenât anything serious, i donât think she looks at me like that.â leaning towards the window to escape chadâs ruthless teasing, he resisted the urge to check the notification that had vibrated his phone â knowing it was from you.
âshe definitely does, sheâs always giving you that look.â throwing his hands up in gratitude when he found a parking spot, chad carefully pulled into the tight spot. âyou guys are so annoying, everyone can see it but you two.â
âwhat look?â unbuckling his seat belt with a click, ethan chews on his bottom lip to stop the smile that threatened to show on his face.Â
âthe âi want to fuck youâ look.â turning the engine off with the twist of a key, chad unbuckles and climbs out of the car. âjust fuck already, whatâs stopping you.â watching ethan take off the cardboard helmet of his costume, he chuckles lightly. âi mean, she wants to fuck a guy dressed up as a cardboard robot.â
âhey. itâs from that movie murder party, and maybe put on a shirt before you comment on my costume.â opening the passenger door, ethan reaches into the back seat, grabbing a plain white tank and tossing it to the shirtless farmer standing in the drizzling rain.Â
âoh right.â
âi donât think there is a âfuck me lookâ i think youâre thinking way into things.â stepping out and shutting the door, ethan stuffs his phone and wallet into his back pocket, walking towards the pharmacy with long strides to avoid the rain.
âwhat would you know, youâre a virgin.â locking the car with a loud beep, chad swings his lanyard around his fingers, letting his keys jangle against each other carelessly. laughing loudly when he catches a glimpse of ethanâs shocked expression, he holds his hands out in reassurance. âwell i mean, after tonight you wonât be.â
âiâm not gonna do anything with her unless she wants me to.â walking past the automated doors, he waits for chad to walk in front of him, not wanting to waste time and lead the two into the wrong aisle.Â
âwell of course, but itâs better to be safe than sorry at the end of the night. donât wanna get her pregnant or anything.â chad grins, walking towards an aisle in the back â almost too easily, like heâs been here a million times.Â
âright. how do youâŠput one on?â glancing at the many colorful boxes to his left, he clears his throat when turning to his right, staring at the shelf of the pregnancy test.Â
âopen the wrapper, careful not to rip it thatâs important, then just slide it on. if itâs that much trouble just ask the girl.â chad hums to the music playing overhead in the store, squatting down to get a peak at the bottom shelves.Â
âoh, okay. what about lube, think iâll need that?â eyeing the different brands of condoms, he feels his phone buzz again, the weight of his phone all of a sudden feeling heavy in his pants.Â
2 messages from angel girl
ethan smiles at the notifications, quickly swiping into his phone to answer you. warmth bubbles in his chest as he replies, watching his message turn from sent to read in just a second.
âhey, are you listening to me?âÂ
âhuh?â looking up from his phone, his smile drops, snapping out of his dazed state.
âi said, lube is a waste of money. just use spit, works the same if you can also get her wet.â picking up a box of magnums, chad stands from his squatted position, patting out the creases in his pants before heading to the register. âthereâs nothing to be worried about, bro. just make sure you focus when it happens, stay in the moment. the usual.â
âmhm.â now very anxious, ethan trails behind his roommate with twisted fingers. âmaybe i should take the costume off?â picking at the hem of his shirt under the cardboard vest, he laughs awkwardly; imagining you taking his ridiculous costume off before climbing under the blankets had him shaking his head.
âmaybe just keep the helmet, canât not dress up at a halloween party.â grabbing his wallet from his pocket once they reached the self checkout machines, he scanned the box before swiping his card. âwe should go, mindyâs been on my ass.â
the two of them ran to the car, seeking shelter from the rain that turned from a light drizzle to a thundering pour. ethan ran his hands through his hair, combing his damp brown hair out of his face. leaning back into the leather seat with a huff, he groaned dragging his hands down his cheeks, the cardboard around his chest stiffening his movements.Â
slipping his arms into the cut out holes, he shimmied the fake armor over his head and let it clumsily fall into the back seat. memories of you and him making the costume made him frown; he thought back to how pretty you look with ruffled hair, sitting on his bedroom floor in only pajamas, cutting away at the cardboard material with kid scissors, cursing at him when he accidentally cut out of the traced lines.
the loud crinkle of plastic strips him of his thoughts, chad loudly tearing into the box. âtake a few. iâm just gonna leave the box in the carâŠfor later.âÂ
âthink youâre gonna end up with tara tonight?â ethan teases with a smirk. picking at the golden packs, he holds them up to the window, letting the plastic shine against the dull streetlight.Â
âshut up, now strap in. weâre already late i cannot take another text from mindy.â
the far-off sound of music caught ethanâs attention as chad pulled into the neighborhood, a variety of cars piled into the driveway and along the street, lights flashing from the windows inside the house.Â
grabbing his poorly made helmet made of cardboard, he slipped it over his head, making sure it sat comfortably and evenly on top of his hair.
âdid tara tell you what she was gonna wear?â checking his phone for your notification, ethan frowned slightly when finding out you had left him on read. he was only a few paces from the house, where he would soon find you. although the more he thought of you, the more the nerves began to eat at him. would you even want to sleep with him, what if he was going to make a fool of himself â what if you friendzoned him. rubbing his forehead with a sigh, he stuffed a few condoms into his pockets, his heart beating out of his chest.Â
âpirate i think, wanted to match but it was too last minute. what about your girl?â making sure the car was locked after they had got out, chad shoves his keys into his pants, letting the lanyard hang within view.Â
âshe didnât want to tell me, said it was gonna be a surprise.â feeling his heartbeat in his ears, ethan balled his fist tightly, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. he didnât want to mess things up with you, he was scared â scared that he would mess things up and lose the best person that had ever shown up in his life.Â
ârelax, you look like youâve seen a ghost.â
âiâm trying, iâm just nervous. i donât want things to go the wrong way tonight, what if i misread her.â stopping outside the door, he could hear the roar of music, walls vibrating with each base drop. the faint smell of marijuana and alcohol tickled his nose, his face churning immediately at the unpleasant smell.Â
âwhatever happens is for a reason, donât make sex your first priority. if she wants to fuck you, which im sure she does, sheâll make it clear. stop worrying.â chad places a hand on the brunetteâs shoulder, squeezing comfortably.Â
âright. make sure i donât drink too much? i actually want to remember this night.â taking one last deep breath, ethan turns the knob on the door, finally arriving at the party. an overwhelming amount of people crowded the kitchen, abandoned red solo cups lingering all over the house.Â
pushing through the crowd of people with curt apologies, ethan scanned over the horde of tipsy college students, looking for your face in the midst of it all. relaxing a bit when he saw anika in the corner of the room with mindy, he glanced over his shoulder to see if chad was following him before nudging his way through to his friends across the room.
âwhere have you guys been? i thought we agreed to be here 45 minutes ago!â mindy throws exasperated hands in the air, eyebrows raised mockingly.
âtraffic. whereâs y/n?â frowning when he didnât see you amongst the other girls, he turned back to the kitchen to see if you were stuffed in there.
âshe was here a second ago.i think she went to ask tara if she knew where you were, but honestly who knows where that little pirate could be.â anika shrugs lightly at the question, repositioning her legs over her girlfriendâs. âwhatâs going on with you two anyways?â
ânoth-â
âethan?âÂ
spinning on his heel at the sound of your voice, he canât help but let a smile paint his lips. his voice catching in his throat when he sees you, he drops his arms to his side. jaw dropping ever so slightly, he couldnât stop the way he looked you up and down, engraving your image in the back of his mind.
you were head to toe in white; high socks that squeezed the fat of your thighs, a white mini skirt that just barely covered the curve of your ass, a semi see through corset, and to top it all off â a pair of small feathery wings that sat on your exposed shoulders.
âan angel.â
âsurprise! whereâs the rest of your costume? we worked so hard on it.â stepping closer to him to fix his lopsided helmet, you brushed hair out of his eyes with a pout.Â
âleft it in the car, didnât want it to get ruined or anything.â looking down at you with a smile, he lets his hands wander to your hips; his thumbs caressing your skin just above the waistline of your short mini skirt.Â
âoh, thatâs a shame. you looked so cute in it.â pinching his cheeks in a playful manner, you bit your lip with a laugh, watching him squirm away from you. âletâs get a drink, iâve been waiting for you.â
grabbing his hand in your left, you intertwined your fingers together, pulling him to the crowded kitchen. half filled bottles and empty plastic cups littered the marble countertop, a sticky residue sheening over the surface of the table.Â
âhm, i think thereâs enough for a couple shots.âÂ
letting go of his hand but still keeping him close, you leaned over the island to grab cups; unscrewing the cap of a half empty vodka bottle, you chewed your lip in concentration, completely eyeballing the amount of liquor you poured into the plastic cup.Â
âbottoms up, baby!â bringing the cup up to your lips, you cringed lightly, the smell of alcohol making your eyes water. squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you tilted your head back letting the liquid flow into your mouth before swallowing. shaking your head with a groan, you stuck your tongue out feeling the booze burn down your throat, almost instantly warming your chest. âso gross.â
ethan hesitated before drinking the foul smelling alcohol, coughing abruptly afterwards. ânot worth it.â hearing you laugh at him, he teasingly shoved your shoulder with a soft smile. âdo you thinkâŠwe could talk?â
âweâre talking right now, pretty boy.â starting to pour another round of shots, you briefly glanced up at him at his silence. âis something wrong?âÂ
ânothingâs wrong, i just meant talk in private.â taking off his fake helmet, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck â patiently waiting for you to finish taking another shot before replying.
âletâs go upstairs.â wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you tossed your now empty cups in the trash before grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the house. music blaring uncomfortably in your ear, you took in your surroundings before leaving; people at every inch of the house, a line forming for the bathroom, corners where couples made out, and a couch where all of your friends sat. catching chadâs eye, he gave you a knowing smirk while raising his eyebrows. flipping him off in return, you squeezed ethanâs wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs and to an empty bedroom.Â
ethan tried his hardest not to look up your skirt while you walked in front of him, but of course he failed. he caught a glimpse of your undergarments â pretty pink panties with a white lace lining the edges. swallowing his guilt, he shifted his gaze back to the ground, fearing that he would get worked up the longer he stared. âdo you know where youâre going?â
ânot in the slightest, but itâs a big house, thereâs bound to be one more vacant bedroom.â jiggling the knobs of each door, you giggled quietly hearing the muted moans from inside occupied rooms. âoh here.â twisting the handle and peeking inside, you opened the door for him when deeming it was clear.Â
closing and locking the door behind you, you made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands neatly folded in your lap. âwhatâs on your mind? youâre kinda scaring me.âÂ
dropping his costume prop near the door, ethan covered his face, groaning into his hands before finally piling up enough courage to look you in the eye. âwhat are we?â
âwhat do you mean?â furrowing your brows with an awkward laugh, you could feel heat creep up your neck, the liquor settling in your stomach.Â
âyouâre always calling me these names, and touching me in ways you donât do with anyone else. i just want to know if youâre playing with me.â sitting next to you on the bed, he kept a fair distance respecting your boundaries. âi like you a lot. more than i want to, i need to know if you feel the same.â
âi-â sighing loudly with shaky hands, you shifted your position, sitting on your knees while facing him. the hem of your skirt creeping up your thighs as you sat back. âi like you too, i just didnât know how to tell you.â crawling closer to him, you reached for his hand, pressing his palm to your heart. âthis is how you make me feel. all the time.â
âcan i kiss you?âÂ
nodding with a big grin, you let him lean forward to connect your lips. putting a hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, you hummed softly feeling him pull you closer, straight into his lap. the kiss was sweet and soft, lips moving slowly against each other, teeth clashing together with inexperience. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly grinding your hips down into his. âfuck, sorry.â
whining into your mouth, ethan squeezed your hips harshly. âno, please. again, mâfelt good.â pulling away from your lips with a heavy pant, he cupped your face, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.
âyeah? sâthat why you brought me up here?â giggling, you rolled your hips again, the seam of his pants nudging at your clothed clit. lips parting with a quiet moan, you bit the inside of your cheek, a blush painting your cheeks.
âmaybe.â tilting your head up with his thumb, he pressed kisses down your exposed neck, nibbling and sucking numerous marks along the way. âfuck, i want you.â slipping his hand down your back, he squeezed the fat of your ass, mumbling against your neck.
âi know, baby. but not tonight.â pushing him away just enough to see his face, you pressed a sweet kiss to the button of his nose. âwant your first time to be something youâll remember, not even a little bit fuzzy.â
opening his mouth in protest, you shook your head â your opinion already set in stone. pecking his lips one last time, you climbed off of his lap.Â
âyouâre such a teaseâÂ
đ· .:@loaksbitch @sullybby @dilfverz my stinkies
#[ Ëàšà§âïœĄË â â đđđ đđđđđđ. ]#ethan landry#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry fluff#ethan landry smut#ethan landry x reader fluff#ethan landry x reader smut#ethan landry scream#scream 6#scream VI#scream vi#scream 6 x reader#scream VI x reader#scream vi x reader#chad meeks martin#chad scream#smut#fluff#not happy with this sigh#enjoy tho
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you remind me of the main protagonist
sypnosis; dan heng and his odd way of saying âhey, i think i like youâ
pairing(s); dan heng + fem! reader âż featuring; pure fluff, really blank and super indirect dan heng, reader is compared to a female character (hence, fem! reader)
a/n; this was such a random write lol. im so sorry that itâs a bit of a mess, im still working on more clear storylines heheh . i hope itâs still enjoyable! à«ź(ă
ÂŽ Ë `) ⥠also i made beauty and the beast a canon fairytale here pffft u neva know
âą DAN HENG is the type that literally nobody expects to like anybody, and therefore neither do you.
âą youâd probably even think that he dislikes you because whenever itâs just the two of you he never says a word. heâs dead silent. he only ever nods or gestures and barely looks you in the eye.
âą occasionally youâd get slightly jealous of how he speaks whenever march is with you guys (even though they always end up fighting verbally, itâs still talking!)
âą so you eventually take it as a âhintâ and try your best to move on.
âą though letâs be real, itâs not easy to move on from a crush if you see him almost everyday. especially when he has the most perfect emerald eyes and soft black hairâŠ.
âą one day, youâre in your room on the astral express and youâve just finished the book you had borrowed from the express library recently.
âą you did borrow it without telling anyone though, so it kinda felt like you stole it hahaâŠ
âą but you definitely did not want to annoy dan heng with your request so stealing borrowing seemed like the best option.
âą you decide to head over to his room, hoping to secretly drop the book and go.
âą thankfully the boy is not in the room when you get there (which is super rare, go you!). you tiptoe as carefully as you can towards the bookshelf.
âą you quickly find the correct slot and insert the book.
âą just as you think youâve accomplished your mission, you turn around and-
âą at the door stands dan heng, staring at you nonchalantly (as per usual). âhi.â
âą his sudden appearance immediately causes you to begin a five minute long explanation about how you got there. (yes, five minutes. idk how but you drag it on and on) its mostly bullshit youâre spitting out.
âą ââŠpom pom told me that there was this super cool bookâŠ. I just had to read it of course âŠ..and it was really cool yeah yeah âŠ.um about robots and science andâŠstuffâŠ.â
âą does pom pom even read?? you didnât know!
âą and you definitely donât notice amidst your frantic stories, but dan heng listens to you attentively in amusement. he actually has the smallest grin on his face, very well knowing you are making everything up.
âą to put it simply, he finds it endearing. heâs almost in a trance, just listening to you talk and talk and talkâŠ
âą after you finish your story time, he snaps out of it quick enough for you to not notice anything.
âą and you bow repeatedly in embarrassment before dashing out of the room.
âą the following day, dan heng suddenly gives you a book out of nowhere. today, his signature cold face seems slightly nervous instead, but you donât pay attention.
âą you see that the book is a fairytale, one that is right up your alley!
âą âBeauty and the Beastâ.
âą you open the book to see a post-it note on the first page, with neat handwriting on it;
ây/n, I saw you liked fairytales and the fantasy genre. I do not. But I stumbled across this book yesterday, and I remember reading the first three chapters sometime when I was younger. It seems like something youâll like. The main protagonist reminds me of you. I hope youâll like it.â
âą your face is red hot as you read his note. he wrote to you. he thinks of you. he said you reminded him of a princess. (what the fvck.)
âą and secretly behind the scenes, dan heng is not as calm and collected as he seems.
âą after you put away the book and left that day, he took note of the book you had returned. fairytaleâŠfantasyâŠ
âą dan heng immediately started to think hard about any fantasy books he had read in his life. hours and hours of struggling later (he never reads fantasy, itâs too unrealistic for him), he finally remembers one.
âą heâd read the first few chapters of it before, and he remembers the main character all too clearly. she reminded him so much of you, yet he didnât know why.
âą (truthfully, it was definitely because she was his first ever fictional crush. and now you wereâŠâŠ but he was never going to admit that to himself.)
âą he spends his night searching around the archives. 2am the next morning, he finds it.
âą dan heng goes to bed that night, heart thumping faster than usual, because now he realises just how much he likes you.
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greener on the other side.
Danny makes a habit out of hopping into portals and exploring the places he ends up. It just so happens that this time, he ends up in Gotham right as the Signal begins his patrol. Duke meets the strangest, funniest, cutest guy on the roof of the Gotham City Public Library. He knows Batman would not approve of literally anything he's doing, but sue him, he wants a meta friend and this guy seems to be up for it. -- OR: how Duke and Danny get together despite having secret identities and living in different dimensions.
chapter three: how it shines - 8.6k
read the entire fic on ao3!
the final chapter of this fic... and the end to the first fic in the series!! theres a lot i say in the end notes of ao3 so i highly recommend reading this chapter there! . . .
Signal: you ever feel like maybe the world is out to get you
Signal: [attached photo shows Signal lying in the middle of a torn up road, post-fight, his helmet lightly blackened with ash.]
Danny: buddy, the world has already taken me out
Danny: [attached photo is a selfie of Danny, frowning at the camera. Behind him, a large, flying robot is pointing a rocket launcher at him.]
Signal: okay, you win. are you alright???
Danny: lol im fine. this literally happens every week i know how to beat this guy up
Danny: tbh i think the real threat to my existence is school
Signal: so true. one day we will be free of itâŠ.
Danny: but not today
Signal: but not today
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Danny: got a minute?
Signal: yeah whatâs up?
Danny: u have a secret identity
Signal: âŠyes?
Danny: have u told other people abt ur secret identity
Signal: yes? but some of them just kinda found out on their own
Signal: why?Â
Danny: how did that go. did they react well? did u have to defend urself from them?
Signal: there were some problems about me throwing myself in danger, but i was always safe with them
Danny: okay. cool. got it.
Signal: everything okay?
Danny: im thinking about telling my parents a secret about me. im kinda terrified of how theyâre going to react
Signal: are you coming out to them?
Danny: in a way i guess.Â
Danny: gonna recruit my sister into helping me talk to them. and also get rid of all their weapons beforehand so thereâs a lower chance of them shooting me
Signal: shooting you?!?!? dude are you going to be okay??? donât do anything that could get you hurt!!
Danny: gtg
Signal: dude??
Signal: danny?
Signal: let me know how it goes, okay? i canât travel through dimensions like you can, but i can figure something out if you need a rescue
Signal: good luck danny!
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Danny: ever get into a fist fight with a walmart knock off vampire in the parking lot of a burger joint?
Danny: [attached photo is Dannyâs hand flipping off a man hovering in a parking lot. Heâs wearing a cape and vampire-coded clothes.]
Signal: ever have a snack break in the middle of fighting a crocodile man?
Signal: [attached photo shows Signal holding up a half eaten taco, a giant crocodile man behind him with his own box of tacos. Theyâre sitting next to each other in an alley.]
Danny: point to u bc u actually got food
Signal: đ
Signal: also, everything okay? with your parents?
Danny: letâs not talk about that.
Signal: okay. but if you do want to talk, iâll be here for you
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Danny: idk if dash is trying to annoy me into another fling or if he actually wants me to throw him across the field but if he doesnât back off im going for violence
Signal: uh
Danny: THAT WAS MEANT FOR TUCKER IM SO SORRY
Signal: should i be jealous that someone is hoping for another fling with you lol
Danny: it was once and will never happen again. 1) heâs not my type 2) heâs so annoying
Danny: also why would u get jealous of anyone ure literally a hero? hello?
Signal: hey man that guy is with you in your dimension and im all the way over here
Signal: totally reasonable for me to get jealous!! this is like a more extreme version of having online friends
Danny: true⊠hey i can swing by for the weekend if u want!! honestly the less time i spend here the better
Signal: that bad?
Danny: iâve known everyone here for my entire life. i need OUT
Danny: gothams cool! its a big city with things to do!!! obviously im gonna like it more than Normal Town Illinois đ€ź
Signal: weather is bad all week thoâŠ. even if you come over we wouldnt be able to go out
Signal: its been a while since we had a storm so bad
Danny: man if that was happening here i would be able to punch the storm away
Signal: im taking that as a joke
Danny: no i literally punched a storm away before. he was a dick tho he deserved it
Signal: âŠ.this is still Normal Town Illinois right?
Danny: .
Danny: ok fine maybe u have a point
Danny: anyways!!! i just wanna hang out with you dude i would be happy just playing video games or something
Signal: we can do that!! let me know when u get here đ
Signal: and good luck dealing w this dash guy!!
Danny: ugh dont remind me
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Signal: hye u know our plana to hang out tody
Signal: maybe rain chek tht im not goos company rn
Danny: u ok? i can always come by some other weekend
Signal: got hit and everythif bad
Danny: did u hit ur head?
Signal: yes
Danny: ok im going to call u so you can stop looking at ur phone screen. just in case u have a concussion
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The phone rings twice before Signal picks up. He mumbles something that might be a hello, but itâs honestly hard to tell.Â
âHey, man,â Danny says, leaning back in his chair to look up at the faded glow in the dark stars he stuck up on his ceiling years ago. âAre you okay?â
Signal hums a vague response, then sighs, sending static down the line. âJust got a headache right now. Canât even go out since itâs too bright.â
âIs it sunny in Gotham right now?â
âNo, itâs super cloudy and thatâs still too much. I hate concussions.â Thereâs a bit of a whine in his voice that reminds Danny that under the helmet, Signal is a normal guy just like anyone else. And like everyone else, powers donât save him from the pain of brain trauma.Â
Danny would know; heâs gotten pretty good at taking care of injuries and the such through his high school career of getting tossed in lockers and attacked by ghosts. Heâs pretty sure parts of his brain are still rattled from the amount of times heâs been thrown into and through walls.Â
âI hear you, man,â Danny commiserates, âHead injuries are the worst. But it should start feeling better in a few days, so you can just stay home and relax until the pain stops.â
âUgh, I wish. I still have to go to school tomorrow.â
âDude, that sucks. If you can stay home sick, then donât force yourself to go. Concussions are no joke.â
Signal hums again, then mumbles, âI canât think of an excuse. Cause the concussion is from being hit on patrol so like. I canât say that! I have to figure out a reason for my civilian identity to have a concussion.â
âCan I suggest something?â
âPlease, Iâll take anything at this point, man. My brain is done for.â
âMake up an embarrassing story. You have to make yourself look silly and people will believe you more and not ask follow up questions because youâre too embarrassed to say more.â
â...Keep talking. This sounds viable. The only advice I got was to basically fake my death or get into a car accident to get more injured.â
âI think you need to fight whoever said that,â Danny says, âThat is horrible advice.â
âI know!â Signal laughs. âOh I shouldnât have laughed, my head is hurting more.â
Danny lets out a slow breath, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling of his bedroom. If he strains his hearing, he can make out the rustle of fabric from Signalâs end of the call as well as the murmur of his parentâs voices downstairs. He closes his eyes and focuses on the call, pushing away the heavy weight of regret on his chest that hits him each time he thinks about his parents.Â
Now is not the time for that. Signal needs calm and quiet, so Danny is going to give that to him and then let him go to rest.
âAre you drinking enough water? Getting some comfort food?â
âYeah, Iâm being taken care of. Donât worry Danny, I got a whole crew of dysfunctional caretakers.â
âGood. Iâll let you get back to resting, then.â
âIâm still so sorry I had to cancel. I was looking forward to seeing you again.â
Warmth rises to his cheeks and Danny rubs a hand against them, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach that came to life at those words. âWe can always do a different day. Let me know when you feel better, okay?â
âYeah, alright. Thanks, Danny.â
âI hope you feel better soon, Signal. I missed you too.â
Thereâs a pause where Dannyâs heart pounds hard against his chest, as though trying to escape his ribcage. He bites his tongue, wondering it that was too much, if he made things weird, if Signal didnât feel the same way.Â
And then Signal says with a soft voice, âI canât wait to see you again. Youâre too sweet to me.â
âOkay!â Danny squeaks, cheeks aflame, âGo sleep, Signal! Iâll talk to you once you can look at a screen again.â
âAlright. Thanks, Danny.â
âOf course, dude. Bye.â
Signal makes a soft mumble that could be âbyeâ but itâs hard to tell with Signalâs voice going all rough and low, exhausting in every sound, and then the call is ending.Â
Danny drops the phone onto his desk and draws his knees up to hold them against his chest. He rests his chin on them, filled with longing for Gotham.
Not just for the Signal, though thatâs a big part of it. But for the anonymity of a big city in a dimension where he doesnât exist. A place where he can be himself, just Danny instead of being torn between his parentâs son and Phantom. Plus, Gotham has heroes! Not other ghosts, not ghost hunters, but people with superpowers who help people whenever they can.Â
It would be nice to be someplace like Gotham where he wouldnât have to carry the responsibility of protecting an entire city on his shoulders. It would be nice to have friends who understand why he canât not give his all to protect people, regardless of how they feel for him, friends who make the same choice, friends who arenât weighed down by guilt with their part in his death.
As much as he loves Sam and Tucker, he knows that will be something that haunts them for the rest of their lives.Â
Itâs better now that it had been in freshman year, but itâs still something that changed them all. Heâll always love them, and he knows they love him, but they need to spend some time apart.
In Amity Park, theyâre the outsiders who are too weird for the rest of the school, outcasts who stick together, a tightly knit group full of secrets. Theyâve been each others only friends for the longest time; sometimes, others come in and out of their lives, like Valerie, but the bond he has with Sam and Tucker canât be replicated.Â
They need to be with new people to grow any more. He can see how theyâre holding each other back.Â
Theyâll always find a way to be together, but they have to be apart first.
Gotham will be good for that.Â
Hell, any place in that dimension would be good!
Danny just wants to be more than he is, wants to be better and he canât do that here or with his friends.Â
And he certainly canât do that with his parents.
After telling them about everythingâs heâs done as Phantom, all the times heâs ruined their inventions or fought with the GIW or endangered people through his fights with other ghosts, his parents just stared at him. They were seated around the kitchen table, Jazz standing behind Danny with a comforting hand on his shoulder, as his parents just⊠stared.
There were no accusations of possession, no weapons drawn, no demands for an explanation. Just a haunted look in his parents eyes as they went silent, still, horrified.Â
âDanny,â his mom had whispered, âYou mean youâreââ
âIâm Phantom, yeah. The ghost menace,â he had answered.
âYouâre dead,â she finished as if he hadnât spoken. âYou died and we didnât⊠we never noticed. Whatâ Howââ
The thing about being Phantom is that Danny knows he died. He knows he came back changed. But he doesnât like thinking about it, still wakes up from nightmares of electricity racing through his body, frying him from inside out as it stops and restarts his heart in an endless painful pattern. Yes he died, but he got powers out of it! He got to meet other ghosts, explore the Infinite Realms, do so many cool things no one else is able to doâŠ
But he still died. Half of him is still dead. Heâs never going to be the kid he once was.
âIt was an accident,â he had whispered, âWith the portal. The on button is inside it, and when I went in for some stupid picture, I tripped and hit it.â
âAnd we only cared about the portal working,â his dad had said, grief coloring every line in his face. âWe didnât even look at you. We just went straight for the portal. We were so happy to be right that we didnât stop to think about what it meant, how it could have happenedâŠâ
The tears he saw well up in his parents eyes made his heart twist uncomfortably in his chest. For several long minutes, silence settled around them as his parents closed either eyes are stared down at the table, refusing to look at him. Jazz had squeezed his shoulder, then pulled him up out of his seat.
âDanny, go upstairs. Or to Tuckerâs place. I need to have my own talk with them,â she had said. There was a steel in her gaze that told Danny there was no use in arguing, so he walked out the front door and transformed so he could fly out into the woods where he could be alone, watching the sky change colors as the sun set.
Itâs been two weeks since then. His parents still canât look at him for too long. They canât look him in the eyes at all.
He wonders if he would have preferred them trying to kill him. At least then they would acknowledge that heâs still here instead of moving around him as if heâs a memory haunting the halls of their home, one theyâre too guilty to face just yet.Â
He misses his dadâs loud voice and enthusiasm. He misses his momâs quick wit and quicker reflexes. He misses the chaos of each meal they would have together and how his parents would drag him and Jazz along on random, sudden trips for the sake of science.Â
He misses his parents.Â
Danny hates that the family he loves died with him in that portal.Â
As much as he still loves them, being in the house, and in Amity Park in general, is suffocating. The farther he can get from them the better; Danny isnât sure heâd react well if he stayed in this universe and woke up one day with his parents decided to break into his new home because they finally feel up to having a conversation with him.Â
Maybe heâd talk to Signal about what living in Gotham is like. That might help him make a decision on what to do with himself once he graduates from Casper High School.
Heâll save it for the next time they meet.Â
Some things are better done in person, after all. And it wouldnât hurt for Danny to use it as an excuse to make sure heâs fine.Â
But for now, heâll wait until the days pass and keep daydreaming about better things.
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Signal: hey man, u doing okay? i havenât heard from u in a while
Danny: yeah im good! i was waiting for u to text first bc i didnt know how long youâd need to recover from a concussion
Signal: ive been good for a while, dude. dw abt waiting to text me, just send me something and iâll reply once i can!!
Danny: iâll keep that in mind for the next time u get injured đ
Signal: but fr are u good? tell me to back off if u need but u seem kinda down
Danny: im fine!!! just dealing w the crushing weight of existence, thatâs all đ«
Signal: oh mood. anything i can do to make things better for u?
Danny: nah itâs fine, im just like this sometimes. i promise itâll pass
Signal: want a distraction?
Danny: please
Signal: so i was just swinging thru the streets as i do and this group called me down while theyre having a huge argument
Signal: so i go bc i dont want things escalating yknow?Â
Signal: and idk the context of this argument AT ALL but one of them turns to me
Signal: looks me dead in the eyes
Signal: and says âpenis enhancement pills are NOT a thing, right?â
Danny: SKDFJALSDJ NO WAY
Signal: oh man. this isnt even the best part of this story
Danny: thereâs MORE?????
Signal: its gotham, danny, thereâs always more lmao
Signal: so anywaysâŠâŠ..
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Danny: i hope you know that story has been haunting me all week
Danny: dash was being a dick again and i was half asleep so i told him âmaybe uâd be less of a dick if u stop taking penis enhancing pillsâ
Signal: THATS GOLD
Signal: my job here is done. nothing will ever top that. iâll see myself out âïž
Danny: he looked so shocked lmaooo
Danny: tried to say he DOESNT take any pills but it was too late
Danny: he was too flustered by it no one believed him
Danny: top 10 things to say to ur former bully
Signal: i didnt know he bullied u. good for u! get his ass!
Danny: heâs fine now lol just annoying. we all grew out of the super cliche high school phase after freshman year when we had to work together to fend off ghosts and the government
Signal: nothing like a little anarchy to bring people together
Signal: its why im still good friends w the people who were in a gang i joined when i was younger to be like. street kid vigilantes bc gotham was going bad back then
Danny: everything u say about gotham and ur life is so fascinating literally how are u real?? ure the perfect ya novel protagonist
Signal: thats the sweetest thing anyones ever said to me âŁïž
Signal: but also lol. lmao. gotham really is just like that. no one is immune
Signal: u also sound like a ya protag jsyk.Â
Danny: literally how im so boring??
Signal: danny. babe. im gonna have to bring out the capital letters for this bc i get the feeling that u really believe that
Danny: oh boy
Signal: Listen. You live in a small town thatâs Haunted, fight ghosts, have powers, went from being bullied to being chill with your bully, and can travel the multiverse. You are a YA Protagonist.
Danny: damn i canât argue with that :/
Danny: whyâd i have to be the ghost hunterâs ghost son. i wanna be a side character. give me a refund on this life pls
Signal: do i dare ask clarification on the ghost thing?
Danny: uuuh no? its kinda personal and im dealing w it but its also kinda like ur civilian id?
Danny: its something iâll share once weâre closer and i know u better and can trust u with it
Signal: totally fair. want me to pretend that part of the conversation never happened?
Danny: please
Signal: cool. watch this
Signal changed Dannyâs name to YA protag (real)
YA protag (real): ooooh my god
YA protag (real): im not taking this lying down
YA protag (real) changed Signalâs name to YA menace
YA protag (real) changed their name to YA protag (retired)
YA menace: lmao
YA menace: does this mean⊠ure my seniorâŠ. my knowledgeable mentor⊠my senpai đ„ș
YA protag (retired): i will throw us both into a black hole dont even try me đȘ
YA menace: LMAO
YA menace: fair. just saying that dealt me so much psychological damage
YA protag (retired): deserved
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YA protag (retired): can we attempt Danny Visits Gotham: 2! Electric Boo-galoo?
YA menace: yeah!!!! im free this weekend if u wanna come by then!!
YA protag (retired): i can do this weekend!!
YA menace: i will do my very best not to get a head injury before then
YA protag (retired): can u maybe aim for no injuries?
YA menace: danny we need to be realistic here
YA menace: my goal is to have no bleeding wounds that need stitches. as long as i donât bleed its not a problem đ
YA protag (retired): âŠ..
YA menace: no need for the judgment i have everything under control
YA protag (retired): âŠâŠâŠâŠ
YA protag (retired): :/
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YA menace: lmk when ure gonna be in gotham! iâll make sure to be outside waiting for u
YA protag (retired): iâll be another hour but iâll send a msg before i head out!!
YA protag (retired): actually it might be a bit longer i gotta fight some people who are trying to cheer me up
YA menace: should i be concerned
YA protag (retired): nah its fine theyâre just annoying
YA menace: if u need to reschedule
YA protag (retired): noooo!!!! iâll be in gotham soon i swear!!!!
YA menace: ok!! ok!!!! i will keep waiting for you then đ«Ą
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Duke waits for an hour and a half, swinging through streets and waving to people, before Danny texts him to let him know that heâs next to the botanical gardens.Â
One moment, Duke is perched on the roof of a Mexican restaurant in the Bowery. The next, heâs halfway across Gotham, swinging recklessly from building to building.
So what if heâs excited to see Danny again! Thatâs normal!
Anyone would do the same in his position.
Plus, Duke still feels so bad about having to cancel last time due to his concussion. The sooner he gets to Danny, the sooner he can start making up for it. He didnât spend the last few patrols being extra careful for nothing; he only has a few bruise and no bleeding at all!Â
Dannyâs star glow helps Duke find him behind the botanical gardens, hidden away from the rest of the street.Â
He drops down from the roof, using the shadows to soften the impact of landing.
When he looks at Danny, leaning against the building, heâs greeted with a bright smile.Â
âSignal!â he says, pushing off the wall to close the distance between them. âI hope I didnât make you wait too long or anything.â
âNah, youâre good. You alright?â
âOh, yeah, of course! It was just some friendly fighting, and they wouldnât be able to really hurt me even if they tried. Iâm all good! So, whatâs the plan for today?â
Duke looks him over just in case, but Danny does appear to be perfectly fine. Not a single bruise on him. Maybe it was just a few friends roughhousing with him? That might be it, since Sam and Tucker did try to take each other out last time they were in Gotham. So heâs just going to go with what Danny says! Heâs fine, and they can move on!
Heâs totally going to worry about it later, but right now is not the time for it when Dannyâs waiting to spend the day with him.
âWell, I still have to finish patrol, but thatâs just for another hour if you wanna join me,â he says. âAnd then we can head to the Hatch to just⊠hang out. Or we can find something else to do, totally up to you.â
âThe Hatch?â Danny repeats, tilting his head to the side curiously. Duke has to take a moment and just appreciate how cute Danny is before he can compose himself enough to answer.
âYeah, itâs like my⊠secret base? HQ? The place I go for superhero things that is for me, specifically, and that I donât have to share with a bunch of other people.â
âYou have a secret base?! Thatâs so awesome! I just haveââ Danny falters, his excitement falling, and then he plasters on a pained, fake smile. âIâve always wanted to see a superheroâs HQ. Are you sure itâs fine to show it to me, though?â
Part of him wants to ask about what he was going to say before switching gears, but the drawn expression on his face is more than enough to make Duke back off. âYeah, man, donât even worry about it. Besides, itâs not like thereâs any other places we can go to without me revealing my identity, you know?â
âFair enough,â Danny nods. âBut maybe one day we can?â
âFor sure,â Duke says. âCome on, up for a quick patrol around Gotham?â
âOh, definitely.â The light returns to Dannyâs eyes as he lifts off the ground, floating. The smile on his face is more sincere, and the sight of it makes the knot of worry in Dukeâs heart pull loose. He pulls his grapple out and aims for the highest ledge of Poison Ivyâs greenhouse, tucked in the back of the botanical gardens, then takes off.
Danny is flying next to him immediately, a blur of invisibility, and they fall into a rhythm quickly as they head towards the Bowery. As Duke free runs and swings between buildings, Danny flies around him, the occasional laugh slipping past his lips as he circles around Duke.Â
Itâs hard not to have his attention stolen by Danny, but Duke is here to protect the people of Gotham, so he focuses 90% of his attention to the streets, keeping an eye and ear out for any trouble.Â
Thereâs not much happening today, thankfully. Heâs only had to stop a few burglaries, a bank robbery, and chase off a stalker before Danny arrived. Truthfully, the peace is making him nervous; there hasnât been a big attack to the city in a while, with no word on the movement of rogues and nothing big brewing among the gangs and mobs. Peace rarely lasts so long in Gotham, and Duke is genuinely worried the next thing will be some continent destroying, apocalypse bringing disaster.Â
In the last hour of his patrol, he only has to stop a purse-snatcher and help someone move their broken down car off the street and into a parking lot. Danny stays in the air for both, invisible to everyone but him, and the blur of his aura floats around the areas Duke stops at curiously.Â
They hit up touristy places last time he was in Gotham, and food trucks before that. Maybe next time Duke can get takeout from a nice restaurant and they can have a rooftop picnic.Â
Not quite a date, not yet at least, but something close to it. A testing of the waters. An unspoken promise for something more.
With the hour ends, Duke comes to stop on the roof of a tattoo parlor and gestures for Danny to join him.Â
The blur of invisibility fades away and Dannyâs features come back into focus as he lowers himself down to the roof.Â
âWhatâs up?â Danny asks, glancing around them curiously.
âItâs about time for patrol to end, so we can head to the Hatch now. But I do need to blindfold you so you donât see where the Hatch is located.â
âOh! Yeah, thatâs fine. Will I just have to hold onto you or something? Since I wonât be able to see where weâre going.â
âI was thinking Iâd just carry you. Itâs easier that way.â
âSure, that works!â Danny closes his eyes, cheeks already darkening with a blush. âIâll just⊠let you blindfold me now?â
Duke desperately wants to smoosh Dannyâs cheeks together in his hands, but valiantly resists the urge. Heâs on a mission! To hang out with Danny! He can cry about how cute Danny is later!
He walks up to Danny on silent feet, circling around him. Then he lifts his hands, picturing the light solidifying in his palms, turning to fabric that darkens and obscures, bending the light to be darker and darker until itâs nearly black. He gently pulls it across Dannyâs eyes, leaning in closer to him to make sure heâs not putting it on too tightly.
Danny gasps slightly when his back bumps into Dukeâs chest, and Duke canât help the way his eyes dart down to Dannyâs mouth, his red cheeks, the long line of his neck.Â
Focus, he tells himself sternly, and draws the ends of his makeshift blindfold back to tie the ends together behind Dannyâs head.Â
âThere,â he says in a low voice. âAll done.â
Danny doesnât answer. He just leans back against Duke, pressing them together slightly, and Duke brings his hands down to Dannyâs hips to hold his steady.
âReady to go?â
âReady,â Danny answers in a faint voice. âHow do you want me?â
Now thatâs a dangerous question to ask right then and there. Duke bites back a number of flirtatious, suggestive answers, and makes himself actually think about the best way he can carry Danny while grappling to the Hatch. Heâll need one hand free to grapple, but also needs to keep a secure grip on DannyâŠ
He steps to the side and guides one of Dannyâs arms up to wrap around his shoulders. Then he picks Danny up, leaving him to wrap his legs around his waist as he walks over to the edge of the roof and looks towards the area in Gotham where the Hatch is hidden. Duke takes a moment to adjust his arm to keep Danny secure against his chest, then takes hold of his grapple with his free hand.
âReady?â he checks, tightening his hold on Dannyâs waist.
Danny nods against his neck, tucking his face in the crook of Dukeâs shoulder. âReady!â
Duke grins and jumps off the building, shooting out his grapple as they begin to fall. Danny yelps lightly, then clings to Duke even harder, his blindfold still secure around his head. Itâs become a bit fainter as Dukeâs attention slipped off of it, but he focuses on it again to darken it and keep Danny from seeing where theyâre going.
It occurs to him halfway to the Hatch how much trust Danny is putting in him. To put a blindfold on him. To lead him to a place heâs never been to before. To let Duke swing him across the streets of Gotham without using his own ability to fly.Â
Oracleâs apprehension about Danny (and his friends) is a heavy weight on his mind, but he canât help but think itâs unnecessary. Sheâd understand if she ever met Danny in person. He wears his heart on his sleeve and offers it so freely; how could Duke not trust him?Â
The weeks theyâve been texting each other only make him sure that Dannyâs a good person, someone he wants in his life for as long as he can stay, someone he wants to be honest with. They just click, somehow, like theyâre each holding a puzzle piece thatâs been missing in each otherâs lives.Â
I think Iâve been waiting my whole life to meet you, he wants to say. But the street entrance to the Hatch is just a block away and Danny still doesnât know his name, so Duke bites his tongue and forces all those feelings back into more platonic territory.Â
Just as the reach the building with the hidden panel to allow him entrance to the Hatch, Duke pulls at the light around them to hide them from sight as they drop down from the sky.Â
âAlmost in,â he says, holding Danny up with one arm as he tucks his grapple away and push the fake brick cover out of the way to punch in his twelve digit access code.Â
A hidden door in the wall of the building, the back bricked off from the operating portion courtesy of Wayne Industries funding the restoration project for this area of the city after a major alien attack, opens up smoothly and without a sound. The ground slopes downward at a steep angle; he uses this door for when heâs riding his motorcycle out of the cave networks underneath the city that keep the Hatch connected to the Batcave, but itâs not too far from where the Hatch itself is.Â
He carries Danny in, then makes sure the door closes completely behind him before setting Danny down on his feet. âWeâve still got a bit of a walk to the Hatch, but you can take your blindfold off now.â
âIâll wait until we get there,â Danny says. âIâm going to use this as an excuse to cling to you for as long as I can.â
âFair enough!â Duke laughs, âCling away, Iâll make sure you donât trip.â
And cling away Danny does, wrapping his arms around Dukeâs left arm, holding onto it as they make their way down the tunnel. Duke keeps an eye out for anything that might trip him and carefully steers him past them.Â
âAre we underground?â
âYeah, thereâs this huge cave system under the city that we use to get around,â Duke answers. âThough weâve paved in small roads and made stable tunnels to go through, so itâs all safe.â
âHuh, thatâs cool. It would be nice if I had a way to get around Amity like this.â
âDanny, you can fly.â
âThatâs not relevant!â
âHow is it not relevant?â Duke laughs incredulously, jostling Danny slightly. Danny turns towards him and they trip over each other slightly, clutching to each other to keep their balance.
âIt just isnât!â
They bicker lightheartedly down the tunnel until it opens up into the garage of the Hatch. Duke helps Danny up the stairs to the main area, where he keeps his suit, weapons, and the large computer Bruce installed when the Hatch was first made. Once heâs sure Dannyâs comfortable, he leaves to change into his civilian clothes with only a domino mask slapped over his eyes to protect his identity.
And if Duke takes an extra minute to fix up his hair, the long locs in a disarray from being tied back and stuffed into his helmet, then thatâs no oneâs business but his own.Â
Maybe he does need to get a hair cut. Heâs starting to get why Steph wants to shave her head and rock a pixie cut like Selena. But, on the other hand, he does like how he looks with longer hair, especially when itâs tied upâŠ
Long hair for now. It makes him look good and heâs here to impress Danny.Â
When he heads back to where Danny is, he sees Danny sitting down patiently, his blindfold still on, though itâs become much more transparent than it was before. He can see how Dannyâs eyes are closed beneath it, waiting for Duke to return, tapping out a slow rhythm on his knee with his fingers.Â
âYou can take that off now,â he says as he walks up to Danny.Â
âYou sure?â
âIf I wasnât, I wouldnât have brought you in here.â
Danny reaches up and gently pulls the blindfold off, slowly blinking his eyes open. He watches as the blindfold dissolves in his hand, becoming light again, then shyly turns to look at Duke.Â
âOh,â he says softly, taking in Duke, who tries very hard not to fidget and reveal just how nervous he is to be out of his Signal armor before Danny. âYou are so unfair?â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âYou canât be kind, a superhero, and attractive! Tell me something youâre bad at so I know you have some flaws.â
Duke grins, flattered. âYou think Iâm attractive?â
âStop fishing for compliments!â Danny pushes him lightly, barely enough force to make him tilt to the side. âGive me something youâre bad at, come on.â
âWell, if you really need to knowâŠâ Duke takes a moment to think of something that wonât completely embarrass him. âIâm terrible at learning other languages. Vocab doesnât stick in my head, grammar rules mean nothing to me, and my accent is atrocious.â
âThat doesnât count, thatâs normal,â Danny argues.
âIt the only thing I can think of right now! Iâm just really bad at non-English languages!â
Danny rolls his eyes, shaking his head fondly. âI canât believe you. You have powers, youâre cute, and youâre good at flirting. Stop winning at life so much, the rest of us stand no chance against you.â
âI promise Iâm a disaster when Iâm not trying to impress people.â
âLies. Youâre being perfect right now and thereâs no one to impress.â
âIâm trying to impress you.â
Danny blinks. âOh.â He bites his lip in an attempt to force down a smile. âShut up. I donât count. You donât need to try to impress me, youâve already done that.â
âYeah? Well, maybe Iâll try to be more of a mess around you from now on.â
âPlease do, I canât be the only one making a fool of myself. Whereâs the friendship? The solidarity? Suffer with me!â
Duke shoves him back playfully, and just like that, they fall back into a rhythm of easy conversation and light touches, skirting the lines of friendly with something more. Time slips away from him and Duke spends every second with Danny wishing he could have this always, that they didnât have a time limit over their heads, that the universe itself wasnât keeping them apart. He shows off the Hatch and some Bat gadgets, which Danny finds fascinating, then they spend an hour comparing their most commonly used powers.Â
Danny has to leave all too soon, opening up a small portal of swirling green with the help of a small pocketwatch-like device, and Duke can only hope that they can do this again soon, but without the domino on his face.
One day, he swears. One day theyâll have that.
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YA menace: hey quickly rate this guys fit
YA menace: [attached photo is a goon with a black and white striped shirt with a purple question mark safety pinned onto it. Theyâre also wearing neon purple sweatpants and are glaring at the camera.]
YA protag (retired): ngl thats not the worst ive seen. 6/10
YA menace: 6???
YA menace: 6?????????????
YA menace: danny i say this with all the love in my heart, go get ur eyes checked
YA protag (retired): before u say anything else. look at what i regularly have to deal with
YA protag (retired): [attached photo is a floating man with blue-ish skin an d a very dramatic hairstyle. Heâs wearing a long black cloak, a white suit, and a Green Bay Packerâs football jersey on top of all that.]
YA menace: damn. no wonder ur judgement of bad fits is Like That. this guys to blame
YA protag (retired): wanna know the worst part?
YA menace: this can get worse??
YA protag (retired): thats my godfather.Â
YA protag (retired): this is a man my parents thought were fit to be responsible for me and my sister if anything happens to us
YA protag (retired): THIS GUY
YA menace: u have my sincerest condolences
YA menace: oh shit more riddler guys are here i gtg they got guns
YA protag (retired): be safe!! please dont get shot!!!!
YA menace: iâll do my best đ«Ą
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YA protag (retired): came home today and all the weapons that were attached to my house disappeared
YA protag (retired): i feel like im in the twilight zone
YA protag (retired): if i start talking backwards or acting like a robot pls know it is not me but something wearing my face
YA menace: the weapons attached to ur house????Â
YA menace: im starting there but i want u to know that everything u said was concerning
YA protag (retired): have i not mentioned it before? my parents are kinda mad scientists and make a lot of weird but working things. mostly weapons to fight ghosts.
YA menace: cant believe ure only just dropping lore abt urself when weâve been talking for so long
YA protag (retired): in my defense!!!! everyone here knows abt them so im used to not having to say anything!!!
YA protag (retired): people usually just Get It!!!
YA menace: moving on to my second point: having the weapons removed from ur house is whats concerning??? not the weapons being attached to ur house???
YA protag (retired): listen. i have spent p much my entire life with a house that doubles as an armed fortress. when i was a kid i was convinced it would come to life and protect me from monsters. this was also during my urban legends monster phrase and i scared myself reading abt them and needed the comfort
YA protag (retired): my POINT is that its normal for my house to have weapons. so seeing them gone is worrying!!!!!
YA menace: .
YA menace: ok fair enough. last point: is being replaced by a robot version of urself a concern in ur universe? bc it is here
YA protag (retired): no its not a legit concern here
YA protag (retired): probably. dont quote me on that. i had a cloning situation a few years ago
YA menace: a hwat
YA protag (retired): dont worry about it!!!
YA protag (retired): oh my parents are home. i need to talk to them. Bye!!
YA menace: gl!! let me know if u need rescuing from evil clone robots
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RED: before I say anything else, Signal this is the price u pay for not letting me play with interdimensional tech after you let O have a turn at it.
YA protag (retired): um.
YA protag (retired): wrong chat???
RED: no this is the right chat. Hi Danny :)Â
YA protag (retired): hi???? who are u????
YA menace: oh my god
YA menace: this is NOT NECESSARY RED
RED: as I said. U did this to urself.
YA menace: đđđ
YA protag (retired): wait. did u⊠hack into this chat?? did u hack the phone????
RED: yeah lol.
RED: was a bit of a challenge but it was fun
RED: had to pull out the spare alien tech to make something that would connect
YA protag (retired): ok 1. tucker will want to marry u for ur brain
YA protag (retired): 2. ALIEN TECH?????
YA menace: i feel like we already talked abt aliens being real in my dimension
YA protag (retired): THATS DIFFERENT FROM HAVNG ALIEN TECH
YA protag (retired): hey red what do u accept as bribes
YA menace: u ask him while im right here????
YA protag (retired): u dont have the alien tech. red does. case closed.
RED: oh wow. SignalâŠ.. Wow.
YA menace: what? shut up. cant leave any of yall unsupervised i swear
RED: also, Danny I accept tech from different dimensions and also fun tasting sodas and energy drinks
YA protag (retired): done. i will have the goods ready next time i go to gotham, pls hook me up w alien teach
RED: do u just like new tech?
YA menace: hes a space nerd so he loves aliens
RED: do u just wanna meet an alien then?
YA protag (retired): CAN I??!!
RED: yeah I can pull something together for u
YA menace: omfg. Red can u go stop stealing danny from me
RED: up ur game Signal. Weâre ALL going to try to steal Danny away
YA menace: how tf do i kick u out of the chat
RED: u cant đ im too good to be kicked
YA menace: put that halo away we all know what u really are
YA menace: đ€Ą
YA protag (retired): omgâŠ.. rip red ur cool reputation will be missed
RED: hey now. What happened to the bribes :(Â
YA protag (retired): ur still gonna get them but i am playing favorites
YA protag (retired): and signal is obviously my fave
YA menace: knew i could count on u to have my back danny đ
YA menace: drop ur location red i just wanna talk
RED: lol no
RED: good luck catching me :)Â
YA menace: coward!!!!
YA protag (retired): there he goesâŠ..
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YA protag (retired): hey u know what i just realized?
YA menace: what?
YA protag (real) changed YA menaceâs name to Light
YA protag (real) changed their name to Night
Night: rhyming buddies đ
Light: i get the light bc of my powers but wheres the night coming from?
Night: bc i love space! the night sky!!
Light: ok thats pretty cute ngl
Light: give me some warning bc u do stuff like that its bad for my heart
Night: stop sweet talking me im busy feeling clever
Light: lmaooooo
Light: fair enough iâll get back to it in 3-5 business days
Night: good đ
Night: also is now a good time to ask abt redâŠ. who was thatâŠ.
Light: that was a nerd. dont worry abt him ok im cooler
Light: serious answer: hes red robin and hes another vigilante in gotham. weâre chill
Night: did u find his location for a throw down tho
Light: i can do u one better: i know where he lives
Night: oh???
Light: yeah his dad is my mentor of sorts so its not THAT impressive that i know
Light: i did steal all his zesti tho lol
Night: not sure what that is but im proud of u
Light: its just a drink that hes obsessed w. i love being a minor annoyance đ
Night: shaking ur hand. its really the best thing to be
Light: hell yeah!!!
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Light: hey got a kinda serious question for u
Night: whats up?
Light: have u thought abt ur future?
Light: like what u want to do in college, where u want to go after high school, what career u want
Night: i mean. some.Â
Night: not as much as my parents want me to.Â
Night: my sister goes to harvard and is super smart. im not that impressive so i keep disappointing them
Night: and with things recently⊠idk its hard. it kinda feels like they dont believe i have a future.
Night: not that they really see me in the present anyways
Night: sorry that was heavy. short answer is no! not really!
Light: that sounds rough. wanna talk abt it?
Night: not really but not talking hasnt done me much good
Night: my sister would want me to talk anyways. to someone trustworthy at least
Night: so if u dont mind listeningâŠ
Light: go for it!! im here for u danny
Light: emotionally at least. not physically but thats not by choice
Night: it can wait tho honestly. whyd u ask abt the future? something on ur mind?
Light: just feeling really lost rn is all.
Light: its like everyone around me has an idea of what to do with their lives while im still surprised that i made it as far as i have
Light: this is really the first time ive seriously thought abt my future and i have no idea what to do
Light: so i wanted to talk to u bc u help make things feel less terrifying
Night: signalâŠ. ur going to make me cry
Night: u make me feel brave too
Night: â„ïž
Night: i get what u mean 100% btw. u go so long sure that u dont have a future that u dont know what to do now that its here
Light: exactly.
Light: what am i supposed to do with my life? i dont want to be a hero full time, ive seen how that breaks people
Night: do u want to go to college? or do u just feel like u have to bc everyone else is?
Light: i do want to.Â
Light: my parents both went and theyve always wanted me to get a degree and be successful
Light: they may not be around anymore, not really, but i do still want to make them proud
Light: they cant see me graduate, but maybe when i tell them the next time i visit, itll reach the part of them thats still alive in their minds
Light: what about u? do u want to go to college?
Night: yeah. it was always my dream to become an astronaut. work at nasa and everything
Night: no chance its ever gonna happen now tho lol
Night: dying and the health problems that comes w that will do that to ya âïž
Light: oh man that sucks
Night: yeah
Night: i might still study aerospace engineering tho. even if i cant be an astronaut, maybe i can help others get there
Light: thats a good alternative!! im glad u still have some idea of what u can do that can help u work at nasa and achieve part of ur dream
Night: weâll see tho
Night: im not really feeling college atm. or life in general
Night: idk i feelâŠ. stuck. like nothing will change even if i get out of illinois. itâll just be the same stuff at a different place
Night: and i know itll take one visit from my parents to start ruining things for me
Night: i just⊠dont really wanna deal w that. ive kinda given up on life tbh i might as well just focus on the ghostly side of things. stay in the ghost zone more permanently
Light: i dont wanna judge or anything but that doesnt sound healthy??Â
Light: pls dont disappear into the ghost zone. iâd miss u.
Night: sweet talker
Night: i wont. dont worry. its just a feeling i get sometimes, that itâd be better if i wasnt in this world. if i could just go somewhere else
Light: hey. what if
Light: sorry if this idea is stupid or something
Light: but what if u lived here? in my dimension? u could establish a life and go to college here.Â
Light: a total fresh start
Night: thats. not a bad idea actually
Night: i would love that. wouldnât it be hard to do tho? i dont exist there.
Light: we can make it work. its not like us gotham vigilantes are new to creating new identities/lives out of nothing
Light: i could ask for a few favors, do a few dubiously legal things. you could live here
Night: im planning to take a gap year to figure out if i wanna stay in the human world at all. i could spend that year in gotham before making my choice
Night: if u dont mind me asking this huge favor of u
Light: i dont mind at all!!
Light: danny i would love for u to be here are u kidding me. iâd do anything so we could be closer together
Night: thanks signal â„ïž
Night: i made this all abt me im so sorry
Night: wanna talk more abt how ur feeling or ur plans for the future?
Light: maybe some other time. i wanna get to work on making sure u can live here for the year (and more! hopefully!)
Light: tell u what.Â
Light: we can talk more abt this the next time we see each other in person ok?
Night: deal
Night: im really glad i met u
Light: me too
Light: im here for u for as long as u want me around, honey
Light: u dont need to worry about a thing with me
Night: ure too sweet.
Night: im going to go now before u make me melt into a puddle of feelings
Night: â„ïž
Light: â„ïž
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âHey Babs, I have a favor to askâŠâ
#ghostlights#duke thomas/danny fenton#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#my writing#dc x dp fic#now to all my other wips! and then the next fic in the series!!#i did make the series on ao3 btw if u wanna subscribe to it#v excited to get into it. i have MUCH to say abt the fenton family and duke's indecision abt his future and duke and dannys relationship!!!
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So awhile ago I talked about how Sonicâs quills spike when surprised etc., but now I want to talk about the spines themselves. Hedgehog spines are actually super cool. They can be quite flexible due to how humid they are. Less humid quills are more brittle but still strong while more humid quills can have some give and bend. Quills can also freely bend and move in many directions thanks to the tipped bulbs in the hedgehogâs skin.
I took a video of Thistle to show how movable quills really are on a hedgehog.
So pictures of Sonicâs quills like this
And even Shadowâs one idle animation is pretty accurate to real hedgehog spines.
Spines are also built to stay in a hedgehogs body unlike porcupines which can detach. A hedgehog spine is so strong you can pick up a hedgehog by single spine and it wonât detach. A single spine can also withstand and bend against up to 200 times the force that would crush it. One scientist noted that heâd never seen a hedgehog with a broken or dulled quill. (Hedgehog quills can be cut from lawn mowers or hedge trimmers so always be careful and aware if you live near wild hedgehogs.)
While spines are used against predators they are also used for shock absorption. When a hedgehog is completely curled up their spines will absorb incredible amounts for force from falls from trees or high areas.
One study showed, âquills protected from a fall at 15m/s. Despite the velocity at impact, the animal survives unscathed due to the shock absorbing capabilities of its spines, which buckle under the load.â Because of this people have been studying hedgehog spines to better make helmets to protect people from concussions and head injuries.
Sonicâs drop dash could protect Sonic from large falls. (Too bad he mostly lands on his face lol)
One scientific paper I recently read did a study on the durability of hedgehog quills against repeated high velocity impact blows. It concluded that while low humidity quills were better at absorbing shock, repeated impact blows weakened the durability and broke the brittle quills. While more humid quills absorbed less shock but remained more durable and survived the repeated impacts with less damage. They said more tests would have to be done because most people only studied the strength of one quill and not all the quills working together like theirs did. But that their test may not be entirely accurate since they could not fully replicate the hedgehogâs skin/muscles working with the spines against the blows. As the bulb tip on a hedgehog's quills protect their skin from the quills being stabbed back into them after falls or hits.
But the results concluded that, âin certain conditions, Hedgehog spines can absorb as much, if not more, than industry standard impact-absorbing foam.â
Just makes me wonder how strong Sonicâs quills are as he uses his to break robots at high speeds. But him using his quills to protect himself while also using them to attack is pretty smart.
#hedgehog facts#long post#sonic the hedgehog#sorry I just find this stuff to be really cool#hedgehogs are fascinating creatures
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Okay so I dont think I've ever done this before, so here it goes
*ehem*
didherodown's Phandom fanfic recs
(if the author has a tumblr I tagged them :) )
*quick note, most of these are ao3, however some of them are ff net*
Ghosts in the Closet by @myaibou
an excellent post cannon fic, that deals with grown-up Danny and his family and everything slowly falling apart
Cold Hands by @tourettesdog
a DP x DC of Danny/Tim, reveal fic. short and sweet (with a lil trama and angst dashed in there)
Face to Face by @dp-marvel94
Danny gets separated by the ghost catcher and has to deal with the side effects of being literally split in two
Treading Water by @breynekai-tfc
a mer!danny fic, you don't understand guys this is soooooooooo amazingly done
Heroes About by @healthysharkshealthyocean
a DP x Marvel crossover that features Spiderman, Deadpool and of course, Danny, based on the comics by @the-stove-is-on-fire
Vacation Crashers by @impyssadobsessions
a DP x DC in which the Fentons are camping when Batman literally crashes onto the scene
Shift by @captain-ozone
AU where the Fentons are Chicago-based, and everything up to the Pariah Dark incident happens there, but after the battle (and an unwilling identity reveal) the "thin" spot in the ghost zone shifts to Amity Park, and the Fentons move there to deal with the ghosts, and Danny meets Sam and Tucker for the first time
Phantom of Truth by @haikujitsu
a classic Danny is captured by the GIW, and who do they get to study this high-level specimen? The leading Doctor in her field Madeline Fenton (mind the tags, it's a dark one!)
Shadow of a Doubt by Haiju
a direct sequel to Phantom of Truth
Trust Your Instincts by @peachdoxie
in which someone is placing ectoplasmic bombs around the city, and Maddie turns to an unlikely ally to figure out what exactly is happening
the all too literal ghosts of your past by @glowstick-blood
in which adult Danny gets shunted back in time to exactly one week before the portal accident (dun dun dunnnnnnn)
Maybe We'll Find Each Other by DP_Marvel94
a one-shot of full ghost Danny getting turned half-human by the portal opening
Robin's Egg by @arzuera
a DP x DC in which Damiean while on patrol finds an injured Danny about to retreat into his core, and agrees to keep his core safe
Exposed by ADraconicScribe
in which someone anonymously submits a story to the local news that the ghost boy is in fact only half ghost, and is hiding among the students at casper high
Danny Phantom and Astro Boy Crossover By:Â Jaylina
as the title suggests, its a DP x Astro Boy crossover. There have been odd tears appearing in the ghost zone, and Danny gets sucked into one and trapped in another dimension where the ghosts have been taking over robots and wrecking havoc (I know this one is a lil niche, but I love it so much I had to include it)
Roughing It By: Haiju
Danny and Maddie go camping, but after a ghost attack (and some Vlad shenanigans) Danny is stuck in ghost form, Maddie is injured and they find themselves in a tenuis alliance
#danny phantom#dp#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc#dp x marvel#dp fanfic#danny phantom fanfic#fanfic recs#im not even scratching the surface tbh#pls someone see this it took so long#dp x astroboy
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You're my Coffee [Chapter 3]
Shouta Aizawa x Pro hero/Teacher! Reader
After receiving a distressing call from a Japanese hospital, you learn your friend Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) has briefly awoken from her coma and is desperately screaming for you.
She makes a final request: take care of her students if she doesn't survive.
Chapter summary: Rumi helps to 'encourage' your quirk during P.E. which lands you in some hot water- and in the teachers lounge. It does grant you an excuse to relay everything you've picked up about the students, including a certain green eyed young man that knows your secret....
...Whos note passing get's you an all expenses paid trip to see Aizawa after class.
Chapter 3: Detention
Stepping out of the side doors, you saw the boys already assembled, waiting in the courtyard. Aizawa stood there, arms crossed, his expression as unamused as ever. The air around him seemed to carry an unspoken authority, and the students quickly fell silent as they noticed his presence.
"Alright, everyone," Aizawa called out, his voice commanding the attention of the entire group. "You were all almost late. Next time, tardiness will result in suspension." A few students snickered nervously, but most nodded, understanding the gravity of his warning. There was no room for leniency here, and the message was clear.
As Aizawa began to go over the rules and expectations for the upcoming tests, your eyes wandered, catching sight of Rumi and Taishiro standing by the bleachers. Both heroes held clipboards, their gazes sharp as they observed the students. It was clear they were here to evaluate the performances and ensure everything ran smoothly.Â
âWho the fuck is staring at me like that?â
While you tried to focus on Aizawa's instructions, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing around, your eyes landed on the green-haired boy from the mallâIzuku, if you remembered correctly. He was staring at you from a few feet away, his wide eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and nervousness.Â
You glanced down at the robotic prosthetics of his arms and then back up towards his face. The moment your eyes met, his face flushed bright red, and he quickly averted his gaze, looking more embarrassed than before.
Before you could approach him to ease his nerves, Iida stepped in front of you, his posture stiff and formal, as always. "Excuse me," he began, his tone sincere and a bit rushed, as if he'd been rehearsing this in his head.Â
"I wanted to apologize for earlier. It wasn't my intention to make you feel out of place. I hope you can forgive me, and we can start fresh." He extended his hand toward you, the gesture as earnest as the look in his eyes.
His energy was soo nervous, but genuine! âOkay, Iâll bite.â
You smiled, appreciating his genuine effort to make amends. "Of course, no hard feelings. Let's start fresh." You took his hand, giving it a firm shake. Typically you hated touching hands, it messed with your energy. But he was trying and you werenât going to fault him for that.Â
It also let you see that his energy was stretching out around his body, trying to hold onto others before whipping away and reaching towards something in the distance, or maybe someone you couldnât see.Â
Iida's shoulders visibly relaxed, and he nodded with a small smile of relief. "Thank you. Now, let's get ready for the tests. Everyone, line up!"
As you took your place in line, you couldn't shake the feeling of being under scrutiny. It was weird, being tested again like you didnât serve your time. Oh well.Â
Aizawa directed everyone to their starting positions, his voice cutting through the morning air with sharp precision. "First test: the 50-meter dash. Use your quirks to complete the dash as quickly as possible. One by one, step forward when your name is called."
Mina was the first to go, sliding forward with her Acid Slide, her movements quick and fluid. Next, a boy with electric yellow hairâDenki, you recalledâzipped through with a burst of speed, his quirk crackling around him like lightning. The half and half boy followed, using a combination of ice and fire to propel himself forward, leaving a trail of frost and steam in his wake. The variety of quirks was astounding, each student displaying incredible skill and creativity.
When it was your turn, you took a deep breath and focused, the energy of your quirk pulsing just beneath your skin. You could feel the positive emotions swirling within you, ready to be unleashed. With a burst of speed, you took off, the ground blurring beneath your feet as you propelled yourself forward with a trail of energy.
âNot too much and not too little.â
As you crossed the finish line, you could see Izuku glancing at you again, his curiosity still evident despite his attempts to be discreet. Each time your eyes met, he quickly looked away, the blush creeping back up his round freckled cheeks. You couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind.
During a brief break, you noticed the red-haired boy with sharp teeth waving enthusiastically at Taishiro. Taishiro waved back with a smile, clearly well-liked by the students. The camaraderie among the students was evident, their interactions adding a layer of warmth to the supportive atmosphere.
"Hey," a voice called out. You turned to see a wild Pickahu approaching, a friendly grin on his face. "The names Denki Kaminari. I just wanted to say welcome and that you were really fast on the track. That was cool!"
"Thanks," you replied, smiling back. "You did great too."
Denki chuckled, but you noticed he seemed a little tired, almost swaying on his feet. "You good?" you asked, placing a hand on his arm to steady him.
"Oh yeah, my bad. I was playing video games last night with my buddy Sero. You should totally join us sometime!" He looked like he was trying to keep his energy up more for your benefit than his own.Â
Before you could respond, another voice cut in. "Oh yeah," you turned to see Jirou standing there, her eyebrows raised. "Are you moved into the dorms yet? We didn't see or hear of you until now. Kinda strange."
You began to notice some of the other students listening in or stepping up to join the conversation, curiosity evident on their faces. "Uh, yeah, I guess it is kind of strange," you said, trying to keep up the charade. "I just got here yesterday, so I'm still settling in."Â
âNot a complete lie.â
Mina, who had been listening, piped up, "Well, we're glad to have you! You fit right in." You could make out her features a bit more now that her hair was tied back into a mini pony tail. How her eyes were both so bright and dark was beyond you, but she was as unique as Mimi described. No wonder she wanted her as a sidekick.Â
Just as the conversation was getting more lively, Aizawa's voice called everyone back to attention. The testing would resume, and you could sense the kids' determination filling the air. Youâd give them this: These kids had what it took to be heroes. Not just physically but you could tell their hearts were in it too.Â
Now you just needed to know where their minds were at.
As the group began to disperse after the initial round of tests, Aizawa called out, "Alright, everyone, we will now proceed with individual testing. I'll call you up one by one." The students nodded, the atmosphere filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.Â
You also couldn't shake the feeling of Izuku's occasional glances. His curiosity was apparent, but he kept his distance, perhaps uncertain about how to approach you. You kinda wanted to squish his cheeks and shake him a little. Just enough for him to function like a human.Â
You watched as Aizawa started calling names, students stepping forward for their turn. As you waited, some of the boys from the class began to drift over, curiosity evident on their faces.
"Hey," said a boy with spiky red hair and sharp teeth. "I'm Eijiro Kirishima. Nice to meet you!" He extended his hand with a wide grin. "Nice to meet you too," you replied, shaking his hand.
âNo sleep and low energy. Also is he a natural red or are those black roots normal?...â
Another boy with messy black hair and a confident smile stepped up next to him. "Yo, I'm Sero Hanata," he introduced himself with a casual wave.
As more boys gathered around, a voice called out, "Hey, wait a minute!" It was Mina, her arms were thrown up in the air, making her pink skin stand out even more in the sun. "We still don't know your name!"
"Yeah," Iida added, adjusting his glasses. "Proper introductions are important."
You felt a bit flustered, realizing you hadn't properly introduced yourself yet.Â
"Oh, right! I'mâŠ.uhh."Â
You didnât see the problem in being honest about that. I mean, the kids donât even call the teacher âEraserheadâ unless they wanted to be an ass, that is. But you werenât sure if they had been informed of your name at least and you didnât know if you should give them your âlast nameâ.
âUhh?â
âI believe itâs pronounced âUhhh,ââ Sero teased with a playful grin.
âJust Uhh is fine,â you responded, trying to hold back a laugh.
"Uhh?" Kirishima repeated with enthusiasm, slamming a fist into his chest. "That's pretty manly!" He puffed out his chest proudly.
"Definitely suits you," Denki added with a nod, a grin on his face.
As the conversation continued, more questions came your way. "So, where are you from, Uhh?" Sero asked, tying his hair into a short ponytail.
"Out of country," you replied, sticking to your cover story. There was an intense heat behind you and you could feel the distrust and annoyance radiating off someone. Turning around, you were met with the kid who was on his phone earlier.Â
"What's your quirk?" the ash blonde demanded, his intense gaze fixed on you, leaving little room for evasion.
Before you could answer, another voice cut in. "Hey, don't feel pressured to tell Bakugou," Toru, the invisible girl, chimed in from somewhere nearby, defending you. "Heâs always wound tight."
â I AM NOT !â Bakugou snapped, managing to glare at the invisible girl.
You gave Toru a grateful smile. "Thanks, Toru."
"So, what kind of training did you do out of country?" Kirishima asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"Yeah, and whoâs your favorite hero?" Mina added, leaning in.Â
Before you could respond, Aizawa's voice cut through the field. "New addition," he called, his tone flat and authoritative. Iida waved you over with a brisk motion. "You're up next."
"Saved by the bell," you thought as you stretched and walked over to the grumpy man. He seemed to be squinting a lot in the morning sun, his skin looking even paler than it did inside the building. 'Someone doesn't get out much,' you mused, but quickly snapped back to focus on him.
"What kinda test you need me to do, teach?" you asked, trying to sound both respectful and confident.
Aizawa regarded you with his usual stoic expression. "We'll start with a basic quirk demonstration," he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Show me what you've got."
You took a deep breath, your mind racing through the possible ways to demonstrate your quirk without revealing too much. You decided on a simple yet impactful display. Closing your eyes for a moment, you concentrate on the positive emotions around youâhope, determination, and even the negativity.Â
You felt a surge of warmth as you channeled these emotions, your hands beginning to glow with a soft, radiant light.
The students around you watched in awe as the light grew brighter, enveloping you in a shimmering aura. You focused on creating a small, controlled burst of energy, sending a wave of positive emotion outward. The grass beneath your feet rustled as the wave spread, a gentle breeze carrying the warmth and light to those nearby.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded. "Interesting. Now, let's see how you handle a physical challenge. Head over to the track and run a lap without your quirk."
You nodded, the glow fading from your hands as you made your way to the track. The students' murmurs followed you, their curiosity piqued by your display. You took your place at the starting line, muscles tensing in anticipation.
With a burst of speed, you took off, your feet pounding against the ground in a steady rhythm. The wind whipped past your face as you pushed yourself, the world around you blurring. You were good at running from your mental problems, and maybe the police.Â
âI can run as much as I want to. Running is a great way to clear up last night's bad choices.â
Maybe you could convince Tashi to make a cheesecake for dinner.Â
As you rounded the final bend and crossed the finish line, you slowed to a jog, breathing smoothly but feeling tingly. The students cheered on, their excitement palpable. They really were a pretty sweet bunch of weirdos. You walked back to Aizawa, your eyes questioning.
"Not bad," Aizawa said, his tone begrudgingly approving. "Next, we'll test your agility. Head over to the obstacle course."
As you were about to walk, Rumi dashed over, her eyes gleaming with excitement. âHey, can I test her on the obstacle course?â she asked, practically bouncing on her heels. Aizawa, who had been observing quietly, nodded.Â
A few students exchanged excited glances, their anticipation building. Sero and Kaminari, perched on a low wall, whispered bets on who would come out on top, while Mina giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Aizawaâs nod of approval sent a ripple of murmurs through the class, the tension thickening as you prepared to face Rumi on the obstacle course.
âFine.â
You glanced at Rumi, feeling a mix of apprehension and irritation. You knew that gleam in her eyes wasnât just for show. âAlright,â you said, trying to keep your tone steady, âbut donât expect me to go easy on you.â
Rumiâs grin widened as she followed you to the obstacle course. The setup was a chaotic maze of hurdles, balance beams, and swinging obstacles, with various items scattered around for added difficulty. The class gathered around, their eyes fixed on the upcoming showdown.
You took your position at the start, while Rumi stood on the sidelines, ready to interact with the course in her own way. âReady?â you called out, getting into your stance.
The class, drawn in by her enthusiasm, began to gather around, their chatter filling the air. Kirishima pumped his fists, hyping up the impending challenge, while Bakugou leaned against a nearby wall, smirking in amusement at the scene unfolding before him.
With a nod from Rumi, you began, sprinting toward the first hurdle. As you leapt over it, items began flying through the airâfoam balls, small weights, and even a few harmless water balloons. You dodged and weaved with precision, the obstacles becoming an intricate dance of evasion.Â
The instant you started, the class erupted into cheers, the sound a blend of encouragement and teasing. Foam balls, weights, and water balloons suddenly flew through the air, courtesy of a few eager students who had taken Rumiâs playful suggestion to heart. You dodged and weaved through the barrage, your movements a blur of precision and agility.
Rumiâs voice rang out playfully, encouraging the chaos. âLetâs see what youâve got!â
As you navigated the course, you saw her preparing to launch a frisbee in your direction. With a quick decision, you grabbed one of the stray frisbees from the ground and hurled it back towards her. The disk sailed through the air, knocking her frisbee off trajectory. Only for Rumi to intercept it with a powerful swing of a baseball bat she had miraculously produced.
âThis bitch tryinâ to kill me!â
The class watched in awe as Rumi smacked the frisbee back at you with remarkable force. You ducked and dodged, focusing on your strategy. The crowd cheered and laughed, clearly entertained by the spectacle. Kirishima was cheering loudly, while Bakugou looked on with a smirk.
Kirishima's voice cut through the din, cheering you on with a hearty shout of, "Youâve got this!"Â
Nearby, Uraraka clapped her hands over her mouth, half in awe and half in disbelief at the spectacle. Iida, ever the stickler for rules, looked torn between enjoyment and concern, his eyes flicking between you and Aizawa.
Determined to outmaneuver Rumi, you decided to up the ante.Â
Concentrating, you summoned a controlled energy blast, aiming for the baseball bat as Rumi swung it expertly. But Rumi was a blur of motion, never stopping her rhythmic movements. You shifted your target to the ground beneath her, intending to unbalance her.
âThatâs enough!â
Just as you were about to release the blast, Aizawaâs commanding voice cut through the chaos, snapping everyoneâs attention back to him. The energy dissipated in an instant, leaving you with a mixture of relief and frustration. The students, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, quickly quieted, their excitement dimming as they awaited Aizawaâs judgment.
You froze, your hand still extended, energy crackling at your fingertips. The blast fizzled out, and you looked down to see the ground you had targeted now a small crater. Your hands trembled slightly as you took in the sudden silence.
Rumiâs demeanor changed in an instant, her usual playful grin replaced by a more serious expression. She stepped back, nodding at you with genuine respect before offering a subtle wink, one that only you caught. The gesture, though small, ignited a flicker of irritation in you, a reminder of her relentless competitiveness that made you want to kick her in her cottontail.
Aizawaâs red eyes bore into you, his stern gaze a reminder of his authority. The class was silent, their earlier excitement giving way to nervous anticipation.
Rumi stepped back, her playful grin replaced with a more respectful expression. âGood job,â she said, her tone now serious. âYouâre definitely a worthy opponent.âÂ
You took a deep breath, nodding at her. âThanks. I guess.â
Aizawa approached, his expression unreadable. âYouâre done for now. Next time, be more controlled.â His hair drops to his shoulders again and he grumbles before pulling out some eye drops.Â
âYou first.â
âooooooooooo!â
Your mouth is always writing checks you donât wanna cash.Â
Aizawa's stern eyes locked onto you again, the classroom fell into a tense silence. His gaze was unyielding, and it was clear he was far from pleased with how things had escalated.Â
âYouâve shown impressive skill, but you need to control your temper better,â he said, his voice cold and precise. âFor now, youâll be serving lunch detention.â
A murmur of surprise and disappointment rippled through the class. Rumi raised an eyebrow but said nothing while Taishiro, who had been observing from the bleachers, gave you a sympathetic look.
âHey now, I was the one who wanted to test her.â
âMiriko, since youâre so keen to stick up for our new student, you can oversee her detention,â Aizawa said, his tone tired and adamant to get rid of you.Â
Rumiâs eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. âSounds good to me! Iâll make sure to keep things educational.â She gave him a mocking salute and you wanted to melt right into the grass.Â
Aizawa gave a curt nod and left down the trackway. The field, previously tense, now seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as Rumi took charge.
âSo, detention it is!â Rumi said cheerfully, walking over to you with a warm smile.Â
You sighed, your shoulders slumping slightly. âGot it,â you replied, trying to hide your frustration. You glanced around at the curious eyes of your classmates before following Aizawa to the side, where he filled out a detention slip.
As the class resumed their activities, Rumi approached you. You turned to her, curiosity getting the better of you. "Rumi! Why did you do that? I mean, you know Iâm trying to lay low." You huffed and threw some weeds at her.Â
Rumi waved them away and flashed you a mischievous grin. "So we can chat during lunch and it doesnât look weird! Plus, itâs a great way to swap info without raising any eyebrows."
You rolled your eyes but couldnât suppress a smile. âYou always have a trick up your sleeve.â
She winked at you and gave you a playful nudge. âJust doing my job.â
She dismissed you back to the group as Aizawa began detailing what everyone needed to improve. Denki and Kirishima exchanged glances before approaching you, their expressions a mix of sympathy and admiration.
"Man, it's a bummer you got lunch detention," Denki said, scratching the back of his head. "I thought you did really cool out there."
"Yeah, seriously," Kirishima added, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You were awesome. Don't let it get you down."
You offered them a small smile, appreciating their support. The girls soon joined in, their faces reflecting genuine concern.
"It's such a shame you can't eat lunch with us today," Momo said, her brow furrowed. "Aizawa-sensei can be strict, but he's probably just being protective of Mirko-san because of her leg."
"Yeah, he's tough on attitudes," Jirou added, crossing her arms. "But you know he's just looking out for everyone."
You nodded, shaking off the annoyance, "Thanks, guys. I'll be fine."
With that, you headed toward Rumi's office, the hallway echoing with the distant sounds of your classmates chattering. You leaned against the wall, waiting for her to return and unlock the door so you could retrieve your bag. The minutes stretched on, and you found yourself lost in thought.
Ochako and Mina approached, their steps light and filled with concern. "Hey, you okay?" Ochako asked, her eyes scanning your face for any signs of distress.
"Yeah," you replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "My bag's inside. I'll catch up with you guys later."
"Alright," Mina said, her tone cheerful despite the situation. "But let's swap numbers after school, okay?"
You nodded, waving them off as they left. The hallways gradually emptied, leaving you in a peaceful silence. Moments later, the sound of footsteps approached, and you perked up, expecting Rumi.
âOnly.. thatâs not her aura and definitely not her firm bouncy steps.â
Instead, Aizawa appeared, keys in hand. Startled, you instinctively grabbed your shoe and lobbed it at him.Â
He caught itâwith his forehead.
"Ow," he muttered, rubbing his brow. A nasty glare was thrown towards your direction. You rushed forward, your face flushed with embarrassment.Â
"I'm so sorry! But... why are you in the girls' locker room?"
He sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. "Mirko and Fatgum went to lunch, so I have to lock up. I thought you left with the girls. Sorry for not calling out to make sure everyone was out." Aizawa turned to leave but paused to address you. "You need to hurry and change to get to lunch."
"My bag is in Mirko-san's office," you explained, feeling a bit sheepish.
"I was waiting for her to unlock it."
He sighed again, this time with a hint of exasperation, and tossed you the keys. "Be quick."
You caught the keys with one hand and hurried to Mirko's office. You fumbled with the lock, your frustration growing as the door refused to open. This used to be one of the reasons you always had a roommate- you sucked at opening doors traditionally.Â
If Jason was chasing you, youâd be better off breaking a window than trying to jiggle the lock. Frustrated, you padded back out to the gym, where Aizawa was sitting on the bleachers, his expression unreadable.
You stopped far enough to watch him without his notice. Aizawaâs aura was bleeding into a dark gray and you could smell the norepinephrine he was trying to mask.Â
âIs he clinically depressed or just always like this?â
"Um, Teach?" you called out, feeling a bit awkward. "I can't get the door open. Can you help?"
Aizawaâs head snapped up as he turned to look at you, a mixture of defeat and resignation in his eyes, and got up to assist. "Come on, let's get this sorted."
Together, you managed to unlock the door, (he pushed and you kicked) and you quickly grabbed your bag, thanking Aizawa profusely. He quickly left again so you could dress and you wasted no time.Â
Running through the gym, you caught one last look at him as he unrolled that yellow sleeping bag.Â
You couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected encounter, grateful for the begrudging help from your strict âteacherâ .
As you walk to the cafeteria, the lively hum of student chatter grows louder, mingling with the clatter of trays and the occasional burst of laughter. You grab a tray and start moving down the line, your eyes scanning the array of food options. The comforting smell of freshly baked bread and the enticing aroma of warm soup fills the air.Â
As you move to the salad bar, you catch sight of Rumi and Taishiro waving you over from a table reserved for the teachers. A smile spreads across your face as you wave back. Glancing over to the section where your classmates are seated, you notice the girls waving enthusiastically, their faces lighting up as they spot you. You wave back at them too, feeling a warm sense of fondness.
Turning around, you suddenly bump into someone, the collision jostling your tray.Â
"Oh, I'm sorry!" you exclaim, instinctively offering a helping hand to the mop of green hair in front of you.
"Thanks, please don't worry about it!" comes the polite reply, and you realize you're face-to-face with Izuku Midoriya. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize him, and he notices your recognition.Â
'Shit ,' you think, trying to keep your expression neutral. Izuku rubs his elbow awkwardly, his cheeks flushing a faint pink.Â
"Oh, uh," he stammers, looking around nervously before leaning in to whisper,Â
"Do you have a moment to talk?"
You glance around, aware of the curious eyes of nearby students. "Can we talk after class?" you suggest, hoping to defuse the awkwardness.
He nods quickly, relief washing over his features as he hears some friends calling him. "Okay, see you then," he mumbles, picking up his tray and heading towards a table where his friends are seated, their animated conversation continuing as he joins them.
With a sigh, you continue through the lunch line, picking out your meal. You exchange pleasantries with the sweet lunch ladies, one of whom insists you take a piece of fruit. "Here, dear, take an apple. You need your vitamins," she says with a kind smile, placing the shiny fruit on your tray.
"Thank you," you reply warmly, appreciating their kindness. Balancing your tray, you make your way towards Rumi and Taishiro's table. The cafeteria is loud with activity. At one table, Bakugo is gesturing wildly, probably in the middle of an intense discussion, while Kirishima laughs heartily, slapping his knee.Â
At another, Todoroki is quietly eating, occasionally nodding at something Iida is saying, his hand slicing through the air in an animated gesture as Tsu gesture for him to sit down.Â
As you approach the teachers' table, you see Rumi and Taishiro deep in conversation, their expressions relaxed. Taishiro looks up and grins widely as he sees you. "Hey there, Sunshine! Over here!"
Rumi gives you a friendly wave, her eyes twinkling. "Come on, miss bad girl! We've saved you a spot."Â
You roll your eyes and smile walking over, placing your tray on the table and taking a seat. The noise of the cafeteria fades slightly as you settle in, the warmth of their company making you feel at ease.Â
Taishi pulled out a bag of chips, setting it down on the small table between you. âI thought Iâd drop by and make sure youâre not suffering too much,â he said with a grin. âPlus, it was on sale from the train station.â
You passed him the lunch lady apple while Rumi started distributing the food from her lunch boxâsandwiches, fruit cups, and some snacks. You knew better than to note the lack of carrots.Â
âI brought the usual,â Rumi said, handing you a leafy turkey sandwich. âNothing fancy, but it should help build those big hero muscles.â You snickered, catching her impeccable side eye as you slid her your miso soup.Â
âThanks mommy,â you said, taking the sandwich. âIt looks great!âÂ
As you ate, the conversation between you, Rumi, and Taishiro was light and engaging. Taishiro asked about your impressions of homeroom and how you were finding the students, while Rumi chimed in with humorous anecdotes about the dangers of American highschool lunch.
âSo, howâs your first day been, really?â Taishiro asked between bites. âAside from the unexpected detention, of course.â
You can already sense that Rumi has filled Taishiro in on your earlier conversation in her office. Taishiroâs knowing look and gentle smile confirm it. You take a deep breath, ready to share the latest turn of events.
"So, something else happened after our talk," you begin, glancing at Rumi, who nods encouragingly.
"What now?" Taishiro asks, leaning forward with interest, his large frame making the table seem smaller.
You recount the incident in the locker room with Aizawa. "After everyone left, I was waiting by Rumi's office to get my bag. I thought she'd come back to unlock it, but instead, Aizawa showed up."
Rumi's ears perk up, a curious glint in her eye. "Oh, what did he do?"
You can't help but chuckle, remembering the absurdity of the situation. "Well, I didn't realize it was him at first. I panicked and threw my shoe at him." Taishiro bursts into laughter, nearly spilling his drink. "You threw your shoe at Aizawa? That's priceless!"
"Yeah, and he caught itâwith his face," you add, shaking your head at the memory. "I felt terrible and rushed to apologize. But then I realized... what was he doing in the girls' locker room?"
Rumi snickers, and Taishiro tries to contain his laughter. "I bet he had a good reason," Taishiro says, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
"He did," you confirm. "He explained that you guys went to lunch, so he had to lock up. He thought everyone had left and apologized for not checking first. Then he told me to hurry and change for lunch."
"And did you?" Rumi asks, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Not quite. My bag was in your office, and I couldn't open the door. I had to go back out and ask him for help." You pick out the tomatoes in your salad and give them over to Taishi before swiping some dango. âShoot, forgot about that,â Rumi shakes her head, "Did he help you?"
"He did. He sighed, threw me the keys, and when I couldn't manage it, he helped me open the door."
âWell we all know you canât open one to save your life.â
â Hey! â
Taishiro nods approvingly. "Well, at least you got your bag in the end."
"Yeah, and now I'm here," you say, finishing your story. "Oh, and Mina asked about Nemuri."
You werenât sure if mentioning the guy's aura now would be good. I meanâ no one really seemed surprised with his antics. So, maybe it was just him? But something in the pit of your stomach didnât believe that.Â
Rumi raised an eyebrow. "The pink girl, huh? What did she want to know?" Sheâs drinking the fruit cups like a jello shot as you shoot her a displeased look before she runs her tongue over her teeth. You sigh realizing that sheâs just trying to tease you before poking her with a straw.Â
"She was curious about her condition," you reply. "I think Mina looks up to her. She wanted to know more about Nemuri's health status."
Taishiro leans back, considering this. "Nemuri's got a lot of students asking for her. Maybe we can arrange for Mina to have a visit with her sometime?" He looks up from his squid salad and orange drink. Rumi nods in agreement. "That sounds like a great idea. I'll talk to Mimiâs nurse about it."
"Actually, there's something else," you begin, setting your fork down. "I bumped into Izuku Midoriya in the cafeteria earlier."
Rumi raises an eyebrow, and Taishiro looks up from his meal. "Midoriya? What happened?" Taishiro asks, his interest piqued.
"He seemed really flustered and asked if we could talk later. He looked... I don't know, like he was hiding something. And it's not just him," you continue, your voice lowering as you glance around the bustling cafeteria. "A lot of the kids from Class 2-A seem really tired or like they're sad but trying to hide it."
Rumi takes a bite of her sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before responding. "Kids will be kids. They're probably just fooling around or staying up too late playing video games."
Taishiro, however, seems more concerned. He gestures subtly towards Kirishima, who is sitting a few tables away, now picking at his food with a distant look in his eyes. "See Kirishima over there? I mentor him. He's been acting strange lately, not his usual energetic self." He set down his chips and frowns at the sight.Â
You nod, appreciating Taishiro's insight. "I think it's more than just fooling around, Rumi. It feels like signs of trauma. They might be dealing with something serious." You pick the crusts off your bread and stuff them in your mouth before Rumi can scold you on wasting food.Â
Rumi glances around, her skeptical demeanor shifting to one of concern. "You really think so?"
"Yeah," you reply, your voice steady. "The energy in that classroom is way too heavy. I've felt it before. The way they're trying to keep it all inside... it's not healthy." You tear bits of your sandwich off in an attempt to keep your uniform clean.Â
Taishiro sets down his utensils and nods, his expression serious. "We should discuss this further. Let's head to the teachers' lounge."Â
You clean up your area ( mama didnât raise no messy bitch! ) and the three of you slipped out with time to spare before the bell would ring. A few long hallways and some cursing from Rumi later, you made it to the coffee scented door.
As you step into the teachers' lounge, the atmosphere is markedly different from the bustling cafeteria. It's a haven of relative calm, with comfortable chairs, soft lighting, and a few potted plants scattered around. The walls are adorned with various decorations and personal touches that reflect the individuality of each teacher.
Near the entrance, you immediately notice Nemuriâs space. Her corner is unmistakably hers, with a case for her red rimmed glasses, and a small collection of scented candles and essential oils that lend a subtle, calming fragrance to the area. A few provocative magazines and history books are neatly stacked on a side table, along with a plush, velvet armchair in deep purple. Heat rises inside your throat immediately, and you decide to give it a good dusting when you can.Â
A few steps away, All Mightâs space is easy to spot. A large mousepad of his iconic pose, arm raised in triumph, dominates the mouse. His area is tidy and minimalist, with a sturdy chair and a simple desk, but it radiates his larger-than-life presence. A small collection of memorabilia, including photos with students and other heroes, sits on the cubical wall.
Nearby, you see a corner that undoubtedly belongs to the music teacher, Present Mic. The walls are covered with band posters and music notes, and a set of headphones hangs on the back of his chair. A small stack of vinyl records and a portable record player are on the desk, along with a few microphones and a collection of colorful markers for his lesson plans.
Finally, you spot an area with cat-themed decorations, and you can't help but smile. It must belong to a pro with a related quirk. There are various kitty figurines, a cozy-looking throw blanket with paw prints, and a framed photo of someoneâs beloved tuxedo cat. The desk is cluttered but organized in its own way, with graded papers and files neatly stacked. A few cups of coffee were scattered behind the monitor, some finished, otherâs with a familiar brown ring.Â
You take a seat in the cat-themed corner, feeling a bit more at ease surrounded by the playful decorations. Taishiro grabs All Mightâs chair and sits across from you, his large frame making the seat look almost comically small, while Rumi leans against the table, her legs elegantly crossed and a thoughtful expression on her face.
Taishiro begins, his voice serious. "I think some of the students are suffering from PTSD from the hero war. It's been weighing on them, and it's starting to show." You flashed back to that interview that landed you in hot water with your agency.Â
Telling the world that you were disappointed in Japanâs top school for heroes in training was not the best look for someone offering to teach there as a promise to an old friend.Â
You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know Principal Nezu was trying to find some counselors for the students who helped the pro heroes during the war. It's a lot for them to handle on their own."Â
Rumiâs expression softens as she recalls, "I met this kidâBakugouâ not long ago. I remember hearing about how his heart exploded on the field. And then there's Endeavor's sonâthose kids have been through so much."
You almost drop your juice box, your eyes widening in shock. "Todoroki?!" you exclaim, before Rumi quickly shushes you, her eyes darting to the door to make sure no one outside overheard.
She lowers her voice, her expression serious. "Yes, the little peppermint one. But let's keep it down, okay? There's a lot more to that story, and it's not something we should be spreading around."
You nod, trying to process the information. Taishiro adds that he overheard that Recovery Girl was considering retirement after this year.Â
âShe canât heal whatâs wrong with their brains. SO many kids have been sent to her office having panic attacks or for falling asleep in class because they canât do it at night.âÂ
You lean forward, your expression earnest. "We need to make sure they get the support they need. Talking to Principal Nezu and the other teachers will be crucial."
Rumi nods in agreement, her usual playful demeanor replaced by a determined seriousness. "And we need to be there for them, none of that âIâm fineâ bullshit. Iâm all for having thick skin but these kids were barely out of middle school when this happened."
Taishiro pipes up, his voice filled with warmth and concern. "Sunshine, I love how much you wanna help these kids. But you're forgetting one thing." His eyes are warm, but thereâs a sadness that betrays them.Â
You look at him, puzzled. "What's that?"
He sighs, his shoulders slumping a little. "These kids won't even talk about what happened." His gaze drops to the floor, clearly upset.Â
"Kirishima is one of the most dependable, upbeat people I've known. He stands his ground and gives everything his all. I had to send him home early the other day because he could barely keep his eyes open while we were patrolling." He flicks a piece of paper at the floor in frustration.Â
Rumi frowns, her foot tapping rapidly against the floor. "What are we gonna do then? We can't beat it out of the little brats, and knowing the toxic side of hero culture, they probably think they have to carry this burden." She hopped up on the desk now, her garnet eyes burning.Â
You suck your juice box dry, the sound of the last bit of juice being drawn up echoing softly. You look at the label in your hand, thinking.Â
"Knowing some of the teachers and accounting their home livesâŠdamn. I knew this would be complicated, but I really can't walk away from this right now." Your eyes drift over to Nemuri's desk before you stare up at the ceiling.Â
"She really wants me to help these kids."
Taishiro follows your gaze and nudges your foot with his, offering a small, encouraging smile. "Did she have her own homeroom?"
You shake your head. "Nah, she was an elective teacher. But they were her favorite based on personality alone." You sigh, loosening your uniform tie and unbuttoning your shirt a bit, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you.
Rumi stops her tapping and looks over at you, concern evident in her eyes. "How are you holding up?"
You stop stastaring at the ceiling to meet her gaze, then glance back at Taishiro before looking up again. "Iâ"
The door to the lounge swings open, and Aizawa and Present Mic walk in. Mic is enthusiastically discussing starting a podcast with the students, his animated gestures and booming voice filling the room.Â
Youâd never been so happy to hear that loud mouth.Â
Aizawa, on the other hand, looks like he wants to escape the cacophony. His tired eyes scan the room briefly, giving a nod to Rumi and Taishiro before zeroing in on you. He stops in his tracks, his gaze unwavering.
Mic notices Aizawa's sudden halt and looks over his shoulder. Spotting you, he breaks into a wide smile and waves energetically. "Hey there!"
You giggle and offer him a big smile and wave back, trying to ignore the growing tension in the room. When you glance back at Aizawa, he's still standing there, not saying anything. You wave at him, and he slightly quirks an eyebrow before looking at the desk behind you.
Rumi is the first to break the silence, her tone teasing. "Cat got your tongue?"Â
Aizawa's eyes narrow slightly. "My desk."Â
Mic elbows him with a look and Taishiro tries to break the tension with a lighthearted joke. "Well, they do say cats like cozy spots!"
Mic chimes in, his voice a bit more subdued. "Hey, I remember seeing you in the hallways before homeroom. Nice to see you again!" You wanna respond to the literal surround sound but youâre too busy staring down banana man.Â
Aizawa remarks dryly, "You're in my chair."
Mic shakes his head, chuckling. "Ease up, Aizawa. She probably didn't know."
You stand up quickly, your movement abrupt as you bump your hip against the edge of the desk. "Excuse me, I wasnât aware." You try to play it off but that freaking desk hit that really soft spot in your hip that made you wanna take a knee.Â
âMotherfuc-â
Aizawa sighs, rubbing his red, swollen eyes. "It's fine, you didn't know." He walks over to the coffee machine, picking up a mug. As he fills it, he hands Rumi the same keys from earlier.
"So why did you bring my new problem child to the lounge?" he asks, taking a sip from his mug.
Present Mic has moved to his corner, setting up his record player, the soft hum of vinyl filling the room.
Taishiro clears his throat, about to speak when you give him a subtle signal not to. He looks confused but nods along. Rumi quickly covers for him, her tone casual and light. "Oh, nothing major. Just discussing some classroom management strategies. We don't think âTempestâ here has any issues with temper, just a very eager student, that's all."
Mic's curiosity is piqued. "What happened?" he asks, leaning forward slightly.
Taishiro jumps in, grateful for the distraction. "Oh, we were just talking about the test earlier. You should've seen the energy blasts Sunshine was dishing out. Impressive stuff."
Mic's eyes light up with interest. "Really? That sounds awesome! I'd love to see that in action sometime."
âAwe, okay his aura is literally joy and concern. Maybe heâs a teacher I could talk to about the kids. Isnât he the language arts teacher? If anyone could give me some insight on how to communicate with them, heâs probably the best bet.â
Aizawa looks at you with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "Really ? "
You nod, trying to keep your expression neutral. "Yeah, just excited about the training." You hoped you sounded more convincing than you looked but it was pretty easy to keep up the new kid act so far.Â
Rumi grins, trying to steer the conversation into safer waters. "Yep, âTempestâ here is a powerhouse. No doubt about it."
Okay now she was just trying to keep you flustered!
Taishiro chuckles, giving you a reassuring pat on the back. "That's right. Our very own ball of energy." You throw him side eye for that dad joke and Taishi just cheeses at you before shrugging. Rumi looks over at him like sheâs going to die if she has to listen to another lame pun.Â
The interaction painfully continues causing you to feel a mix of relief and anxiety. You managed to divert Aizawa's attention for now, but the underlying issues still need to be addressed. For now, though, you're grateful for the support of Rumi and Taishiro.
Mic shifts his attention back to his record player, fiddling with the settings as the soft hum of music fills the room again. Aizawa takes another sip of his coffee, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he turns his attention back to his paperwork.
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation.Â
As the conversation winds down, a crackling sound from Nezuâs intercom interrupts the room's calm. âRumi Usagiyama and Taishiro Toyomitsu, please report to Principal Nezuâs office.â
Rumi perks up at the announcement, her ears twitching slightly. âWell, looks like thatâs our cue.â She glances at Taishiro, whoâs already pushing himself up from his seat with a soft grunt.
âGuess we better not keep the boss waiting,â Taishiro adds, giving you a reassuring smile as he adjusts his scarf. âYou coming?â
Just as you nod, the bell for lunch rings out, signaling the end of the morning classes. The timing couldn't be more convenient. Rumi grins and gestures for you to follow them. âCâmon, weâll walk you out. Lunch is the perfect excuse to escape whatever paperwork Aizawa has planned for you.â
You can't help but chuckle at that, grateful for the company as the three of you head out of the room. The hallways are bustling with students heading toward the cafeteria, their chatter filling the air. As you part ways with Rumi and Taishi, you give them a quick wave.Â
âThanks for walking me out.â
âAnytime,â Rumi says with a wink. âCatch you later, yeah?â
âYeah, as if we donât live together.â
âStay outta trouble!â Taishiro adds, his deep voice carrying a playful tone as they both head toward the principalâs office.
You turn to head toward your classroom, but the labyrinthine hallways of U.A. start to confuse you. You take a few turns, trying to remember the route, but end up in a quiet corridor, far from where you intended to be.Â
Sighing, you glance around for any sign of familiar territory, only to bump into something solidâor rather, someone.
Aizawaâs coffee cup tilts precariously in his hand as you collide with him, the dark liquid sloshing over the rim and onto the floor. You freeze, eyes widening in horror. âOh my gosh, Iâm so sorry!â
Quickly, you fumble in your pockets and pull out a handful of tissues, offering them to him with an apologetic look. Aizawa glances at the tissues, then at you, before taking them without a word. âThank you,â he mutters, his voice as monotone as ever.
âNo prob, Bob,â you reply with a nervous grin, hoping to lighten the mood.
Aizawaâs brow furrows slightly at the nickname, but he lets it slide. âWhat are you doing out here? Shouldnât you be heading back to class?â
âUh, yeah, about that⊠I kinda got lost,â you admit, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. âThis place is like a maze.â
Aizawa sighs, his gaze softening just a fraction as he looks you over. âWhy donât you have a student profile yet? And whoâs your assigned buddy?â
You shuffle your feet, feeling a bit on the spot. âI donât have one yet. And, um, about the buddy thing⊠Could I maybe be paired with Mina and Izuku? They seemed really kind.â
He raises an eyebrow, clearly curious about your choice. âWhy them?â
âThey were just⊠nice to me,â you say, trying to find the right words. âMinaâs really friendly, and Izuku seems like heâd help out anyone who needed it.â
Aizawa considers this for a moment, then nods. âFine. Iâll make the arrangements. But remember, you need to familiarize yourself with the school layout. Getting lost isnât an excuse Iâll accept more than once.â
You nod quickly, relieved. âUnderstood.â
As you both start walking toward your classroom, Aizawa explains in his usual deadpan tone, âI gave you the lunch detention so you could understand that while enthusiasm for your studies is good, you need to be aware of your surroundings and targets. I knew youâd probably feel bad if you hurt Ugasi-san, and that could have led to⊠complications.â
His words linger in the air, and you glance at him, a bit taken aback by his concern. âYou care a lot for a guy who looks like heâs ready to keel over.â
Aizawa snorts softly, a rare hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. âYou would too, once you get to know the rest of your class.â
A small smile tugs at your lips as you muster the courage to ask, âCan I ask you something?â
He nods, his attention shifting to you. âGo ahead.â
âWhy are you so monotone all the time?â
Aizawa looks slightly taken aback by the question but recovers quickly. âAm I? I never noticed. Well, I guess when you repeat the same shit over and over again, youââ He cuts himself off with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. âSorry for cursing. In all fairness, I expected you to talk more, thatâs all.â
âWhyâd you expect that?â you ask, genuinely curious. You cross your arms and the jingle of your adornments falls deaf to your ears.Â
He raises an eyebrow before his eyes drift down to your outfit. Youâre in the U.A. uniform, but with a twistâcomic book onomatopoeia thigh-highs, doodled-on Converse, a tie swapped out for one in your favorite color, rings and bracelets adorning both arms, and a collection of earrings and necklaces, each holding special meaning.
Aizawaâs gaze lingers on the accessories before returning to your face. âWhatâs wrong with the way I dress?â you ask, half-defensive, half-joking.
âNothing,â he replies, though his tone implies otherwise. âJust⊠not what I expected from a new student.â
You chuckle, shrugging it off. âGuess Iâm full of surprises.â
Aizawa merely hums in response, leading you the rest of the way to your classroom in silence. As you reach the door, he pauses, giving you one last, almost unreadable look.Â
âDonât get lost again,â he says, the sternness in his voice softened just a bit by the faintest hint of concern.
You nod, giving him a small smile before stepping into the classroom. âGot it. Thanks.â
As you step into the classroom, the lively chatter of students fills the air, but the moment you appear, it abruptly stops. Mina and the girls are the first to rush over, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity.
 "What happened?" Mina asks, her voice tinged with worry. Denki and Kirishima aren't far behind, both of them looking equally anxious.
"Yeah, you disappeared at lunch! We thought you got expelled already!" Denki adds, his tone half-joking, half-serious.
You huff, rolling your eyes at the thought. "Chill, guys. I'm not going anywhere," you reply, trying to ease their nerves. But even as you say it, you take a moment to survey the room, your senses honing in on the various auras and energy wavelengths surrounding you.
Mina's energy is vibrant, full of concern but also that ever-present spark of curiosity. Sheâs eager to know whatâs happened but is holding herself back from pressing too hard. Kirishimaâs aura is solid and steady, his concern for your well-being mixing with a strong desire to take a fat nap. Denkiâs energy is a bit more scattered, a whirl of curiosity and nervousness, likely worrying about whether he couldâve done something to help.
âJesus these kids and their teacher need to get some sleep.â
As you let your senses expand further, you pick up on the rest of the class. Some are still buzzing from lunch, their energies tinged with the lightness of camaraderie and laughter. Others seem more subdued, perhaps burdened by the weight of the day's lessons or their own personal thoughts. A few are more withdrawn, their wavelengths hinting at anxiety or exhaustionâŠ
âAnd sadnessâŠâ
Overall, the classâs energy is a complex mixâsome students are thriving in the environment, their auras bright and strong, while others are struggling, their energy dulled or jagged with stress. Itâs a lot to take in at once, but youâve grown accustomed to the ebb and flow of emotions.Â
"You guys worry too much," you finally say, focusing back on your friends. "But I appreciate it. Really."
Mina gives you a relieved smile, and Denki grins, clearly reassured. "So, what did happen?" he asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Nothing too serious," you reply, brushing it off. "Just had a little chat with the teachers. They wanted to make sure I wasnât going to accidentally blow up the school or something."
Kirishima laughs, giving you a playful nudge. "If it came down to anyone blowing up the school, my moneyâs on Bakugou."
Before you can respond, a small eraser sails through the air, striking Kirishima on the forehead with a soft thud. Bakugou, scowling, growls, "Shut it, shitty hair!"
Kirishima rubs his forehead, laughing it off as the class erupts in a mix of laughter and gasps. But before the noise can get out of hand, Iida stands up, his arms chopping through the air in his usual over-the-top manner. "Bakugou! Such behavior is unbecoming of a student at U.A. High! Throwing objects and using foul languageâ"
"Shove it, Glasses!" Bakugou snaps back, rolling his eyes as he leans back in his chair, clearly not in the mood for one of Iida's lectures.
The tension in the room spikes as Iida looks like heâs about to continue his tirade. You can sense the different energies clashing, the room on the verge of slipping into full chaos. While everyone is distracted by the exchange, you focus inwardly, allowing a gentle wave of calming energy to emanate from your aura. It ripples through the room like a soothing breeze, subtly cooling the heated tempers and easing the building tension.
The effect is almost immediate. Iidaâs rigid posture relaxes just a fraction, his hands lowering as he sits back down, muttering something under his breath about maintaining order. Bakugou lets out a huff, but his scowl softens, and he crosses his arms without further comment.
Amidst the newly calm atmosphere, you catch Izuku watching you, his green eyes curious and perhaps a bit intrigued. You wiggle your fingers at him in a playful wave, and he offers you a small, shy smile in return.
Before anything else can happen, Aizawa reenters the classroom, a new mug of coffee in hand. He casts a quick glance around, clearly noting the sudden peace but saying nothing about it. Instead, he moves to the front of the room, and everyone quickly takes their seats, preparing for the lesson.
Just as the lesson is about to begin, Izuku quietly slides his notebook across the desk to you. Curiosity piqued, you open it to find a page filled with notes and sketches, all centered around a mysterious "mall lady" and a Pro Hero named ChargeBomb.Â
âI knew he knew!â
Some of the information is missing, and you can tell heâs still piecing together the details, but the sketches of you in action are surprisingly accurate.
A smile tugs at your lips as you admire the drawings. Reaching into your purse, you pull out a sticky note and pen, scribbling a quick, playful response before sliding it back to him. But just as itâs about to reach Izuku, a familiar capture weapon snakes out, intercepting the note mid-slide.
'Shit!'
Aizawaâs scarf pulls the note towards him, and he raises an eyebrow as he reads what you wrote. His expression remains impassive, but you can tell heâs amused by the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. He looks at you and then at Izuku, clearly unimpressed but too tired to make a big deal out of it.
âSee me after class,â he says, his deep voice as monotone as ever, though the note in his hand crumples slightly as he tosses it into the trash.
The class quiets down, and Izuku shoots you an apologetic look, but you just give him a small shrug, silently promising to continue the conversation later. The lesson begins, and you canât help the feeling of excitement at what the rest of the day might bring.
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âPsst, new girl.â
That's a wrap for chapter 3!
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