#snipe sensei

[jichanxo]

having very normal thoughts about kitakata sensei

[shdo-xplosion]

SLIMEBALL!AIZAWA X READER

Warnings: dubcon, explicit content, aizawa wrestles with his conscience but his dick wins, aloe vera as lube, talk of when reader was his student, almost somnophilia, fingering, p in v, creampie, cum play, fem-bodied reader, reader is white-coded, described as turning pink/red from sunburn

Word Count: 2.1k

Notes: my contribution to the Wet Hot Slimeball Summer collab! thank you to @bastardblvd for letting me join! i’ve been wanting to write aizawa for a little while now and this just possessed me. hope everyone has fun with it, and make sure to check out the masterlist for more slimy content!

He should wake you up, give you a nudge where you lay in your beach towel, but Shouta can’t bring himself to. Not when he has such a perfect view of your body, the arch of your back, the curve of your ass, the way your tits squish out from beneath you, your skimpy top barely doing anything to cover them.

Fuck, he should wake you up. Your skin is already turning pink. You’re going to have painful burn lines that will peel and turn into sexy tan lines, and Shouta has to shake his head to get the image out of his mind.

His sick mind. There must be something wrong with him. You were his student for fuck’s sake, and sure, you haven’t been for a few years now. Now you’re a big shot pro, one of the top 10, but he can still remember you sitting in the back row of his classroom, mouthy, obnoxious, still learning to control your quirk.

He remembers having to tell you to shut your mouth every single day, a mouth that he finds himself staring at more and more, lips parted and pouty, and Shouta wants to slide his fingers between them, feel your tongue on his fingerprints.

But he refrains, just bites the inside of his cheek and looks out at the waves.

The beach houses are nice, other pros having rented a few out for a nice little getaway. There are still heroes in the city to protect civilians, nothing to worry about. All Shouta has to do is relax.

He’s in a house with Hizashi, All Might, Snipe, and you, and his patience is running thin. Between Toshinori’s loud ass voice and Hizashi forgetting to turn on his hearing aids, Shouta is beginning to think that maybe he does deserve a little treat. Maybe he should indulge.

No. No. Ex-student. And the media would have a field day if anything ever got leaked. Not worth it. Definitely not worth it.

But hours later finds everyone back in their respective houses, resting after a long day in the sun. Hizashi and Toshinori are passed out and Snipe has retired to his room, probably also sleeping, leaving Shouta tired but awake, listening to you hiss every time you move.

“Jesus, I haven’t had a sunburn like this since I was a kid,” you whine.

“Should’ve put on more sunscreen,” Shouta replies. Or he could’ve just woken you up. Been an actual good person instead of perving on you in your bikini.

“I meant to! But the sun felt nice, and the waves were so soothing, and I just…”

“Dozed off. Just let all those UV rays cook you.”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t need a lecture, Aizawa Sensei,” you scoff, and the way the old title makes Shouta’s dick twitch in his sweatpants. Fuck.

“You’re right, you’re right. How about I go pick up some aloe vera, then?” he offers. He needs to put some space between the two of you.

“What, I’ll stop whining?”

“Maybe,” he smirks.

Once he pulls on a shirt Shouta leaves and makes his way down to the little shop at the end of the street. All it sells is beach stuff, but lucky him, that’s all he needs.

One bottle of overpriced aloe vera and a meaningless chat with the cashier, and Shouta is on his way back to the house. He wonders if you’ll lather it on in front of him. Maybe you’ll even ask him to help.

The lightweight shirt you had put on earlier must be too much for your raw skin because you’ve gotten rid of it, walking around in a t-shirt bra and little shorts. Have you gotten even redder?

“Oh, thank god.”

“Let me throw it in the freezer for a few minutes,” Shouta says, pulling the bottle out of your reach when you practically lunge for it. “It’ll feel better cold.”

“But Aizawaaa,” you pout, sounding a lot like a petulant child, crossing your arms only to whimper and drop them back to your hips.

“It’ll be worth it. I promise.” Without giving it much thought he hooks a finger under your chin, thumb flicking your pushed-out bottom lip. When you don’t recoil from the touch, he fights to keep from pulling you closer.

Unfortunately, you don’t ask him for help when you apply the cold cream to your skin, but Shouta is granted a look at your hardened nipples through the material covering them, the icy aloe making you break out in goosebumps.

“Thank you for getting this,” you say genuinely. “It’s gonna make my nap so much easier.”

Shouta has always been good at hiding his emotions, so you aren’t able to see the disappointment he feels as he watches you retreat to your room, the green bottle in hand.

It’s fine though because an hour later he finds himself creeping in after you, eyes locked on your sleeping form. You’re lying on your stomach, likely to avoid the burn on your back that you weren’t able to reach. No blankets are covering you, the heat from your skin keeping you well warmed.

The bottle of aloe is on the nightstand, and Shouta reaches for it—room temperature now, and squirts some in his hand.

He’s doing you a favor, he reasons with himself. Your back is an ugly (beautiful) red, and he wants to help soothe you.

His hands on you don’t wake you immediately, just make you sigh and snuggle further into your pillow. Shouta gently rubs the remedy over you, as careful as possible. You feel so nice under his palms, so warm and smooth, the dip of your back calling to him. He could make you arch further, make your hips roll and buck. Your shorts ride low, waistband just above the swell of your ass, and Shouta wants nothing more than to rip them off, but he resists. Instead, he rubs up your sides, slowly and purposefully, fingers barely dipping beneath the elastic of your bra so that he grazes the sides of your tits.

That makes you stir, eyes slowly opening as tired little noises make their way out of your throat.

“”zawa?” you ask quietly, and his self-control breaks.

“Shh, just relax,” he tells you in a low voice. “It’s okay, m’just taking care of you.”

He sees your eyebrows furrow, and you try to roll over, but his strong hand presses against the small of your back to keep you from turning.

He unclasps your bra, squirts a generous amount of aloe between your shoulder blades, and begins working again. At first he thinks you believe that his actions truly are innocent. You can’t see or feel how hard he is in his sweats, how precum is already beading at his tip.

That belief is shattered when he moves his hands upward again, this time sliding under you to cup your tits.

“Aizawa!” You push yourself so that you’re sitting up awkwardly, but all it does is make it easier for him to grope you and press his lips to your shoulder.

“You don’t have to pretend you don’t want this,” he drawls, smirking into your skin. “I haven’t forgotten about your little schoolgirl crush.” Because as much as you may have annoyed him in class, you still looked at him with hearts in your eyes. It was easy for him to deduce that all your smartass comments were just to get his attention.

“That doesn’t mean…” You trail off when he pinches both of your nipples, pulling a quiet moan from you.

“Just once, sweetheart. You owe me after teasing me the last few days.”

“I wasn’t…”

“Walking around in your short little dresses, prancing around with these pretty tits falling out of your bikini tops.” He gives you a tight squeeze before letting go of the plump flesh in order to trail his hands down further. “Let me have you just once.”

You only resist a little when he pushes you back down on the bed, face down again. You’ve lost your bra, and Shouta is quick to pull your cotton shorts down your legs, revealing that you’re wearing nothing underneath them.

He groans, groping your ass, bouncing your cheeks before spreading them to show your folds.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he growls, running a finger down your slit as far as he can. You’re already wet for him—such a good girl—but he still wants to get you slicked up and messy.

Shouta grabs the bottle of aloe vera once again, covering his fingers with it then slowly pushing two of them inside of you.

“Ahh, fuck, ‘zawa,” you gasp. With your cheek against the pillows, Shouta can see the way your mouth opens, eyes wide as they flick around to whatever you can see. Your body is tense, but you aren’t fighting him, thighs parting a little more.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs. You don’t respond, just bite your bottom lip. Doesn’t matter. As long as you let him touch you he’ll be a happy man.

Pumping his fingers, Shouta stares at your reddened skin and gets the idea to mark you, presses his fingertips into your flesh then pulls them away, admiring the light circles they leave behind. Mesmerized, he grips your ass with one hand, squeezing to create those same marks just under the curve.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He punctuates it with a spank that makes you jolt, but you quickly melt when he curls his fingers a certain way. “You ready for my cock, baby? I’ll be gentle. I know you’re sore.”

A lie. He slicks himself up with more aloe then thrusts into your heat all at once, stretching you on his fat cock and holding you in place when you squirm.

“Y-you said… nnfuck.”

“I know what I said, but your pussy is just too—” he snaps his hips back and forth, eyes rolling in his head. “Too sweet. Can’t help it.”

Shouta tugs you up so that you’re on your knees, back pressed to him, and he knows the friction is hurting you, the coarse hair on his chest chafing your raw skin, but at this angle he can reach in front of you to play with your neglected clit, massaging it with two fingers.

“‘zawa let me… at least let me ride you,” you plead.

It’s a tempting thought, but… “you feel so good like this, though. So warm, taking my cock so well.”

He presses a hand low on your tummy, swears he can feel his dick moving, but he gets distracted when you let your head hang back to rest on his shoulder. Opportunity presents itself with your neck so open, and Shouta wraps his fingers around your throat, just barely squeezing.

He’s so deep inside you, cockhead nudging your cervix. Ohh, he wants to fuck you so full of his cum, wants to see you sprawled on the mattress dripping with him, wants to see you ruined.

Words stick in your throat, but your lips are moving like you want to say something. Shouta pants in your ear, “what is it, baby? What do you want?”

“Wanna—wanna cum,” you whimper, and now Shouta knows that you’ve fully accepted him. You’re not mad at him for fucking you, no. You want this. You want him.

“Cum, then,” he growls, nipping your earlobe. “Cum on my cock, I wanna feel your pussy—”

Your back arches painfully, sensitive skin pulling taut as you cry out and cream all over him. Feeling your cunt contract around him, Shouta fucks into you harder and deeper, using you like a rag doll as he gets lost in your climax, climbing to his own.

He’s not sure he’s ever cum so hard in his life, thick lines shooting from his dick and coating your guts. Shouta bites into your shoulder hard enough for you to yelp and try to slap him away, but all of his muscles are so tight that even his jaw is locked. His hips stutter as strings of white keep shooting into you, your used cunt so full of him that it starts leaking back out of you.

When he pulls out, Shouta scoops some of his cum out of you, dazed as he smears it down the pink of your spine.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask breathlessly, falling forward onto the mattress and glaring.

Shouta shrugs his shoulders. “Aloe works just as good as lube. Maybe cum’ll work well as aloe.”

“That’s disgusting.”

So is he. But at least he finally learned to relax on his vacation.

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[in-search-of-a-fallen-star]

hit me with your best shot; koushi sugawara/reader

content warnings: smut, no pronouns used, afab genitalia briefly mentioned, a splash of daddy kink.

reader and Suga are hinted to be in an undefined/fwb situation; they have history together, written post Haikyuu timeskip so all characters are 20+

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

i, uh, learned some things about myself while writing this. enjoy <3

"Hey there beautiful, come here often?"

You hear the line as you see a familiar teasing smile and flicker of golden eyes, as a patron in a soft sweater vest slides into a seat at your bar.

"I see you at least once a week, Sugawara. That line isn't gonna work on me," you huff, throwing him a smile as you busy yourself wiping down glasses behind the counter.

"What can I say? Work drives me to drink," he drawls, propping his chin up on one hand and smiling at you under hooded eyes.

"I can think of a few young admirers who would be disappointed to hear their beloved Suga-sensei blame them for all the money he spends at the bar," you snipe back, hands steadily measuring out ingredients into the shaker tin before you.

You make a little show of mixing the drink, moving through practiced motions as you shake the cocktail and then strain it into a cut crystal glass with a flick of your wrist. You preen a little bit at the way his honey gold eyes track every movement you make, from the shaking the last drop out of the jigger to the way your sleeve rides up as you slide the glass across the counter, crisp cuff revealing a flash of the tender skin of your wrist for just a moment.

He catches the glass, taking a sip and catching your eyes over the rim. "How could I stay away when the drinks are this good?" he asks, resting the glass near the elbow of his folded arm.

"Oh please. You've been coming here since we were both in college and just learning how to pour."

"Maybe I keep coming back for your... service, then." He leans back on the barstool, one delicate hand coming up to flick open the buttons at his collar. You can't help the way your eyes are drawn to the motion, tracing the line of his throat as it's exposed by each flick of his fingertips.

"I'm working, Suga. You can't just say things like that," you hiss over the counter, hiding from his sly smile and the way it makes you feel too exposed in the dim lights of the bar.

He pouts, faking offense as he raises the glass to his lips for another drink. "I thought you liked the things I say to you," he says, smirking over the rim of the glass.

You roll your eyes. "You have the worst lines."

He lifts his index finger from the rim of the glass to point at you. "They worked on you, so I don't think you have room to judge."

"That is true," you heave an exasperated sigh. "What does that make me?"

"A person with good taste," he sniffs.

"In men, maybe. But not for pickup lines."

"Was that a compliment? I'm touched," he preens, pressing a hand over his heart.

"I said maybe. Jury's still out."

"There has to be something I can do to convince you," he purrs, leaning over the counter.

You make a show of considering your options. "Well, there is that thing you do with your-"

He gasps in mock offense. "Bartender, that's dirty. I thought you were working."

"Only for the next-" you check your watch, "eighteen minutes. After that, I'm at your service."

Once the bar is closed and locked, it's a brisk walk in the pre-dawn autumn chill to your apartment. Suga behaves himself until you rummage in your pockets for your keys, pressing up behind you with two large hands gripping your hips and his hot mouth tracing patterns up and down the column of your neck.

He huffs a laugh, and squeezes the fat of your hips when the puff of his breath on your neck makes you shiver and almost drop your keys. "Hurry up, beautiful. I wanna get inside," he whispers against your throat, teeth tugging gently at your earlobe.

You swat at one of his hands and finally get the door unlocked, pushing it open and pulling him inside, hopefully before the obaa-san next door hears anything.

"Easy, baby. I just wanted inside your apartment, it's cold out in the hallway."

You don't have to see him to know that he's wearing that impish smile; you can feel it pressed against your skin as he traces his lips over the corner of your jaw and up to capture your lips.

He's pivoted you perfectly so that your shoulders hit the wall just to the side of the switches that control the lights for the genkan. Suga runs his hands up and down your sides, landing back on your hips to pull yours against his own, grinding his growing hardness into the apex of your thighs.

You thread a hand into his silver hair and pull, just enough to separate him from your lips. A whine slips past his lips at the sensation, and it turns into a full blown moan as you sink your teeth into the side of his exposed throat.

It turns into a shuffle in the dark, the two of you shedding your shoes and leaving a trail of clothes in the dark as you try to stay within the reach of searching lips and grasping hands. You grab his hips and pivot at the last moment when you enter your bedroom, letting him bump the back of his knees against your bedframe.

You give him a gentle push, and follow his momentum down as he lands on your bed with a soft grunt. His teeth gleam in the dark as he grins up at you, tracing your curves with an appreciative hand. You straddle his waist and lean down to suck a trail of plum bruises across his pecs.

"So - ah- you're taking the lead tonight, then?" he asks, moaning as you graze your teeth across his pert nipple.

"Hmm," you trail your lips against his throat, making sure he can feel the vibrations. "No. But I wanted to make you work for it."

You see the curve of his smile in the moonlight, and then your view spins as he flips you on to your back, pinning your hands above your head.

"So cruel," he whines, panting against your lips. You crane your neck to kiss him, nipping at his bottom lip.

"You love it."

"Mhmm, I do." He laughs softly and gently bites your lip in response, before he shifts back. He reaches off the bed to fish something out of his pants pocket. "I was hoping you'd let me lead tonight. I'm gonna make you scream, beautiful."

He pauses for a moment, and squeezes your hand. "Remember the safe word?"

"Strawberry," you confirm, returning his squeeze.

Suga huffs a laugh. "Good. If you're ready, I'm going to blindfold you."

You raise your head so he can tie the blindfold over your eyes. It's soft; silken and cool over your eyes as he carefully fastens it behind your head. He grabs your wrists and gently presses them to the pillow behind your head.

"The one rule tonight is that you can't move," he says, tracing a finger along the line of your jaw to tilt your chin up, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. "If you do, I won't let you cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Koushi."

He clicks his tongue. "That's not what you should call me right now, is it?"

You swallow. "Yes, Daddy," you correct yourself.

He rewards you with another gentle kiss. "Very good. Now just lay back and let me make you cum."

You feel his lips trace gentle patterns down your throat, stopping to leave a mark on the fat of your tit as he makes his way to your nipple. Without prelude, he sucks one of your nipples in his mouth and begins rolling the other one between callused fingers. The double sensation startles a moan out of you, and you feel him smile around your breast.

His lips pop off your now stiff nipple, not before he grazes it gently with his teeth and blows against the spit-slick skin, the cool breeze sending a shiver rippling down your spine. He kisses his way over to your other nipple and repeats the process until both of your nipples are slick and stiff in the cool night air.

There's the sound of shifting skin against skin, and you feel him lowering himself down your body, leaving soft kisses in his wake. He skips over where you're wet and glistening like a summer peach, throbbing for his attention.

Instead, he kisses his way down the inside of your leg, pressing a kiss to the inside of each of your ankles as he guides your legs over his shoulders. He toys with the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, leaving biting kisses and tracing nonsensical patterns with the tip of a callused finger.

You can't help the whine that slips from your lips at his ministrations.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you," he says from between your thighs, laughing softly against your dripping pussy.

"Please, Kou-Daddy. Please touch me," you whine, trying to hold still.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," he drawls, and leans in to lick a broad stripe up your slit with the flat of his tongue.

Your back arches at the sensation, and he tuts under his breath, pulling back. "I'm sorry," you babble, pressing yourself into the bed. "I won't move, I promise."

"I believe you, you're always so good for me," he murmurs, leaning back in to stroke your clit with his tongue. He slides one hand along the inside of your thigh, teasing your hole with one finger before he slides it inside.

When you're fully shaking from the effort of trying to hold still, he adds another, curling them against the spongy spot inside you that makes you sob with pleasure. Combined with the gentle pressure of his lips sucking your clit into his mouth, you let out a wail as flames of ecstasy flicker up and down your nervous system.

"G-getting close, daddy," you hiccup, panting for breath.

"Good job, baby. I didn't even have to tell you to wait," he coos, pressing a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh. "I'll let you choose. Do you want to cum on my fingers, or on my cock?"

"Cock, please," you whine, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

"Whatever my baby wants," he says. He flips you over on to your stomach, pulling your ass up into the air. You can feel him lining himself up behind you, slicking himself in your juices that dripped down your thighs.

He teases you with the tip at first, shallow thrusts that just catch on the rim of your hole, playing with your clit the whole time. When sob escapes your throat, he coos behind you and finally slides home, his cock filling you.

You moan brokenly at the sensation, but manage to hold your hips from rutting back into the feeling. He strokes your flank and pulls out, thrusting back in deeply.

You can feel his composure start to slip; his moans start coming more and more frequently and his thrusts build in intensity. He reaches around to roll your clit between his fingers again, and you hear him whisper above you, "Cum for me, baby. Cum on daddy's cock."

You don't need further permission, you've been teetering on the edge of orgasm for a while now. It cascades over you, rolling like a thunderstorm with lightning bolts of pleasure dancing along your nerves.

He follows shortly after with a grunt, pressing himself inside you as you feel his cock jump and twitch with his own orgasm. He falls forward, pressing his chest against your back while he catches his breath, before sliding out of you and collapsing on the bed next to you.

The two of you lay in silence for a moment, the only sound in the room the faint chirping of birds as the sun slowly rises and your own heavy breathing.

Then your eyes meet, and the two of you dissolve into giggles.

"Daddy? Really?" you arch an eyebrow at him.

"What?" he asks defensively. "It's been a while since we used that one, and I didn't hear you complaining."

"You have a point," you concede. A yawn escapes your lips, bringing tears to the corners of your eyes for a moment as your jaw creaks.

"You're tired; I should go," he murmurs to himself, sitting up to start looking for his clothes.

"Don't be stupid, Kou," you sigh, throwing a sleepy arm over his waist. "You're welcome to stay. I'll only kick you out so that you can go brush your teeth, your toothbrush and toiletries are in the usual spot."

"Ah, thank you," he sighs, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

"You might be able to even tempt me out of bed, if you cook breakfast," you mumble, face smushed into your pillow.

"I can do breakfast," he says, a soft smile creeping over his face as he watches the crease in your brow smooth out as you fall asleep.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Kacchan will you shot former US President Donald Trump for me?

by Deepball69 Izuku gets a call from his deadbeat dad and asks Kacchan for help. After missing the shot the two go on the run together and end up in Gotham. How will our bats react to the new ‘metas’ in town? Or Bakugou and Izuku try to shot trump but fail and end up in a quirk accident that transposed them to Gotham. Words: 1191, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Original Work, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Donald Trump, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Snipe (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Sensei | All For One Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku are Soulmates, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Cute Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake is Red Robin, tim drake and izuku midoriya, Meet the Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Tim Drake and Damian Wayne are Siblings, Tim Drake and Jason Todd are Siblings, Tim Drake and Dick Grayson are Siblings via https://ift.tt/XIbjRLw

[seeingteacupsindragons]

New Chapter Time! Mari Go Away!

Have I mentioned recently that I adore Herder? I adore Herder.

Herder has a thing here that makes me think of translation because what he says is like, "Ethic-less" but I think it would translate better as "anything goes"

WHY ARE THERE NORMIES HERE

Is that supposed to be Moran next to Jack? Dude your hair--But this is a nice shot of all their heights.

Herder's discussion of the weather is probably the most practical Japanese I have gathered from this series, but I'm probably going to forget this vocabulary shortly

Also Herder talking about the weather in terms of shooting people is just very. Him.

It is indeed Moran

None of the normies want to play this game. Shocking. Shocking.

Albert: I'm very sorry, Normies, for letting Herder explain this, because. Um.

Interlude: I thought this would be easier to do on two screens, but my zoom and orientation on the magazine keeps changing when I do anything on the other screen, so it is Not.

Bond is not Having it, and tbh, I'm not sure why, except that Albert just lied out his ass, I think.

Do senseis know that "Lord Kruger" being an English anything sounds absurd.

Albert: I am totally hijacking this hunting trip I was invited to for my own purposes so my "servants" could play. This is fine and normal.

!!! Is Liam finally going to shoot a damn gun?

Albert: Also this was my little brother's idea so think twice before insulting it. Thanks.

They're all now on board because William smiled at them. The bastard.

Liam's doing the hand thing again I called out last night. Although he's being kind of duplicitous right now but not straight up lying. He's in peak keigo form today.

Herder: You can have a pistol or a sniper

Moran, probably: THANK you, God.

Herder: Also I have rubber knives

Well there goes Liam shooting anything.

Louis, probably: Can I have a real knife

Herder: The paint looks like clotted blood

Me: Did...Did William ask you do that? How do you even know. You're blind. Who tested this.

Herder: And don't worry, the paint bullets are biodegradable because Fred complained about having to pick up Moran's bullets that one time so I avoided that necessity.

Are they just gonna knock out all the normies b/c tbh this would be more fun with just our murder fam.

Herder: I tagged all the guns MORAN so don't BREAK THE DAMN THING THIS TIME

I'm sorry it's really funny to image all the sniping and personal bickering that would be happening if they weren't being all keigo in front of the guests

I appreciate at least the visual cues that imply the bickering

Herder: For various reasons, I'll be the ref

The normies: Oh, it's because he's blind, poor thing, the Moriartys are so charitable

Louis and Bond: HE JUST WANTS TO WATCH THE GUNS

Normie kids are playing???

HELENA???

WAS THIS A THING IN THE LIGHT NOVELS

I feel like Patterson can't come to this event because it's public and he's a public figure and that would be Weird, but I wonder if this was like "Okay, everyone gets to play a game," because Patterson wanted a vacation.

Helena talking about her extremely sedentary little brother reminds me of Liam and sickly Louis okay

Finally some proper bickering now that teams are selected.

They got split into red and blue. Because.

Liam, however, got blue for once in his life

They have to tell us, because it's black and white. But they are shaded differently.

Moriarty brothers: What if we're all on the SAME TEAM?

Moran: HEY I'M ON THE OTHER TEAM YOU JERKS. THAT IS ABSOLUTELY NOT FAIR.

Bond sounds like city streetlights. That's super cool, actually.

Louis is all "my brothers and I are three hearts beating as one and together in flesh and spirit" and Louis you need to like, tone it down just a lil

Louis: OUR BOND IS SO STRONG NOT EVEN GOD CAN TEAR IT APART

Louis: ...but I'm not on their team in paintball.

Herder: If you lose, you have to go feed pheasants as a punishment

Herder: BUT IF YOU BREAK YOUR GUN, THEN--

This was long, but I just love Mori fam, okay?

[ask-spacehero13]

(This is the support course student)

All of us are stuck in the dorms besides normal subjects since we dont have subs for all the subjects Maijima-sensei teaches

And we arent allowed into the lab without supervision. Your the only one Maijima-sensei trusts with us but you’re in space.

So..in the mean time we, Class H did start buzzing into you’re love life

The shipping pool has become real.

Its 50/50 between Snipe and Maijima-sensei. Send help.

"Don't you class H students have anything else that you can be doing with your time? Perhaps, i don't know, studying?"

[lesbiankoby]

11, 12, and 13 for the nrt ask game :)

already answered 11!

who should've died in war arc?

haha i’m gonna get burned at the stake for this— i actually think neijis death was fairly effective for the actual narrative reason he died, which was obito’s birdcage speech, which… is really good and mostly needed a more compelling resolution or smth lol. it mostly fails as a resolution to the hyuuga plotline specifically rather then “well somebody in the war arc needs to die and we need to care about it and it needs to validate obito’s ideology in the moment— ah, let’s use the birdcage symbolism and off neiji” which makes sense. lol. it worked.

…kind of wish hiashi had done a chiyo about it though. it would probably be a more coherent full circle on neijis actual arc and that part one bit if he had.

ALTERNATIVELY hinata could have died for neiji which is a way more coherent death for the hyuuga plotline but doesn’t serve the actual reason we had a major character death at that specific moment nearly as much.

anyway. i dunno whose deaths would have served something it’s been a while since i’ve read that arc. i don’t think kakashi should die, personally. most of the side cast could get sniped for stakes? while i understand there was a metric shit ton of filler endearing them to the audience way more then i got in a manga only run it’s not like dog boy was doing much. i dunno though! i’d really need to reread this arc to have specific opinions about character deaths.

was kakashi trying his best? / was he a "good" sensei?

yeah, and yeah? he failed on an interpersonal level (both bc the institution was against him at every turn and just bc the institution itself was the problem along with his loyalty to it) but kakashi was indeed doing his best.

and as a ninja sensei he was perfectly competent— the kids grew a lot offscreen, lol, he had them for at least half a year. the reason team seven fell apart was outside forces conspiring against them and, again, the very institution of “a genin team” (of which he was a competent sensei for) being kind of fucked from the outset— child soldierism and a corrupt institution, lol.

[percyaugod]

I will take literally any more info on the “Brother from another Ooze’’ au you have. Please.

— Anon

Splinter is surviving. Leo doesn't need all that responsibility on his shoulders. Donnie is not above just sniping the guy with a krang weapon while he's distracted by Splinter.

It's so unfair that Donnie is grounded after. He took down the big bad, so what if he's been keeping alien weapons in secret?

I want Casey and his family to survive the Mutant apocalypse but get separated from the others. Just so when they find Donnie years later they can be horrified by the realization of what happened. Also think it would be fun if they got to experience losing Donnie themselves while most of the others lose him again after just getting him back.

Bonus points if the one he is stuck with is Splinter. Sure their relationship improved, but the guy was so stoic most of the time and tried to turn so many things into a lesson unnecessarily. It got old fast.

The fact Splinter also had little care for Donnie's tech was a big problem. Donnie can't believe he had to make a cheese phone just to get Splinter to use one. Now that it's the only reason Donnie is "alive" Splinter seems a lot more open to it, that's for sure. Splinter regrets not learning more about tech when he has to help piece his son back together.

During this time Donnie learns more about fighting from Splinter. The training and repeated movements helped Donnie get accustomed to his new body. It's also easier for Donnie to call Splinter Sensei than Dad.

They do get to meet up earlier at least. Little under a decade. Leo may be larger than Splinter now but that doesn't mean his father can't still toss him like a salad.

Had a random thought of Casey and his family getting mutated but couldn't decide on what or even if they were all the same animal or each a different one.

Baxter Stockman is one of Donnie's biggest fans because he listens to the podcast all the time. He's even called in regularly. It's so hard to find someone to talk to who understands and appreciates his genius. "DJ" has also helped him get through blocks in his work.

Stockman has gotten curious and tried to find DJ to see who he is. Every attempt at hacking or tracking has been blocked or met with some kind of virus. The challenge has just made him want to know even more.

[eyedelater]

every time tsukishima scolds koito

koito is tsukishima's superior officer, but sometimes tsukishima can't resist telling him what to do or yelling at him, and i like that.

volume 11, chapter 105 - 気をつけろ散弾銃を持ってる // 鯉登少尉先走るなッ "Watch out, he has a shotgun! // Don't rush in, Second Lieutenant Koito!" (when koito is about to go up the stairs in pursuit of the lightning bandit. koito ignores him and slides down the oily stairs backwards on the next page. you can't see tsukishima saying these lines, but noda-sensei confirmed in an interview that it was him.) (not polite speech)

volume 11, chapter 106 - 待て鯉登少尉一人で行くなッ "Wait, Second Lieutenant Koito! Don't go alone!" (when koito jumps up in pursuit of the lightning bandit. koito ignores him and runs across a ceiling beam and out the window.) (not polite speech)

volume 14, chapter 140 - ひとりでうろちょろしないでください "Please don't wander off by yourself." (accompanied by a big sigh. from when koito ended up in the hurep wine shop. koito ignores the scold and instead comments on the wine and recommends it to tsukishima.) (polite speech)

volume 15, chapter 141 - 鯉登少尉殿離れてください "Second Lieutenant Koito, please get away." (away from the wolverine. koito ignores him and goes on and on about how it's cute and then gets attacked by it.) (polite speech)

volume 17, chapter 167 - 鯉登少尉殿 前をうろちょろしないで下さい // 光を遮りますから "Second Lieutenant Koito, please don't wander around in front. // You'll block the light." (when they're in the lighthouse and koito is making the light flicker.) (second use of "urochoro" = wandering around) (polite speech)

volume 18, chapter 176 - 鯉登少尉殿戻ってきてください天幕で休ませてもらいますよッ "Please come back, Second Lieutenant Koito! They're going to let us rest in their tent!" (and he claps his hands twice. koito then comes back from looking at a small reindeer.) (polite speech)

volume 19, chapter 189 - あ...ッひとりで行くな!! "Ah... Don't go by yourself!!" (after the two of them get blown up by kiroranke's grenade trap and tsukishima is wounded. koito ignores him and goes off in search of kiroranke.) (not polite speech)

volume 21, chapter 201 - 伏せ��!! "Get down!!" (pushing koito down by the shoulders after shiraishi got sniped by vasily.) (not polite speech)

volume 21, chapter 201, a couple pages later - 頭を出さないでください! "Please don't stick your head out!" (or vasily will snipe it. koito does not stick his head out and instead asks to borrow tsukishima's hand mirror.) (polite speech)

volume 22, chapter 212 - 何をやっている // 近づくな鯉登少尉!! // 離れろ!! / そいつは... "What are you doing? // Don't go near him, Second Lieutenant Koito!! // Get away!! / He's…" (when sugimoto has been shot and koito goes right up next to him to confront asirpa. koito does not get away; instead, he gets stabbed right through the chest.) (not polite speech)

volume 22, chapter 212, a few pages later - 抜かないでください // いつも感情的になって突っ走るなと注意していたでしょう... "Please don't pull [the knife] out. // Aren't I always warning you not to get emotional and rush in…?" (when tsukishima is sitting with stabbed koito and has a rare tender look on his face. koito obediently doesn't pull it out.) (polite speech)

volume 26, chapter 251 - 鯉登少尉避けろ "Second Lieutenant Koito! Dodge!" (when ushiyama is about to throw an entire usami at koito and nikaidou. koito dodges usami well, and tsukishima and kikuta jump over usami, and then usami crashes into nikaidou.) (not polite speech)

volume 26, chapter 259 - 離れてくださいッ "Please get away from him!" (when koito is fighting boutarou, tsukishima shoots boutarou's hand and yells this. if it wasn't directed at koito, he wouldn't have said it politely. then boutarou runs away.) (polite speech)

volume 26, chapter 260 - 急いで上がってください "Please get up quickly." (as in, get up and out of the flooded beer, after tsukishima stomps on boutarou's face and boutarou swims away. koito does not immediately get up and out and instead yells at tsukishima for saving him.) (polite speech)

volume 31, chapter 306 - 来るなッ // ...なんで // いつもきかないんだ!! "Stay back! // ...Why do you // never listen?!!" (when koito sees that tsukishima is trying to hand-deliver a grenade to ushiyama and goes to stop him. koito does not stay back.) (not polite speech)

volume 31, chapter 307 - 放してください "Please let go." (of his clothing so he can go join tsurumi on the roof. koito ignores him and does not let him go up on the roof.) (polite speech)

conclusion

when tsukishima scolds him, koito often ignores it unless it was something he was already going to do. tsukishima almost always addresses koito with polite speech, but when scolding him, he forgoes polite speech about half the time. if koito wasn't so very prone to rushing in, he wouldn't have to get scolded all the time. isn't it obvious that tsukishima only wants what's best for him? usually?

bonus: the one time koito really scolds tsukishima, yelling at him for letting asirpa escape in order to save him (chapter 260), tsukishima makes this face and apologizes:

he can dish it out, but he can't take it...

(see also: every time koito says "tsukishimaa!")

[princess-of-the-corner]

Quirk-Swapping Soulmate AU Writer here. Remember the Halloween event I mentioned a while back?

Class 1-A was trying their best to tune out the chatter of the school as they made their way to their homeroom. They knew what the others were talking about and they wanted to avoid the topic as best they could. The moment they reached the safety of their homeroom, they let out a breath of relief.

Todoroki: “Should we be glad that no one has figured out that…”

Katsuki: “Icyhot, if you know what’s good for you. Don’t finish that sentence!”

Jiro: *fiddling with her jacks* “I think the fact that… A lot of ppl don’t know how… Good Yagi-Sensei is at hand-to-hand…”

Shinsou: “Good enough to fight off all those villains w/o getting so much as a scratch and impressed Endever enough to want to recruit him despite not being a Fire Quirk user?”

Everyone was quiet at this as they glanced at one another.

Denki: “But in all seriousness, how is the guy THAT good at hand-to-hand and NOT have any experience as a Hero!” 

Izuku glanced to the side at this.

Mina: “What surprised me is how Yagi-Sensei was able to do all those moves w/o getting his costume torn or destroyed!”

Himeko: “Is that the only thing that surprised you?”

Meanwhile…

Toshinori had his face on his desk as he begged someone to turn off the news in embarrassment. Aizawa and Preset Mic were doing their best to comfort their Soulmate.

Vlad couldn’t help but wearily watched the coverage when he got out, “Well… You must admit, you did a pretty good job despite wearing a Princess Peach costume the whole time.”

Midnight: “Which paired nicely with the Mario and Bowser costumes Mic and Aizawa wore.”

The two in question glared at her.

Extoplasm: “I’m kind of surprised no one realised that, well, you know.”

Snipe: “You’d be surprised what ya’ll can do with a wig, the right make-up, and contact lends. Gotta say, Yagi-san, ya did a great job with those.”

13: “Riiight, you would know all about that.”

Snipe: “*Snickering*.”

Power Loader: *Turning off the news* “Uhh, pushing That stuff aside… You sure you want to… Tell people that you missed the event?”

Hound Dog: “I’m pretty sure Aizawa’s class know…”

Aizawa: “I already have that covered.”

Later…

Tenya: “Aizawa-Senei! We as a class agreed that we shall not breath a word about who you and your Soulmate dressed up as for the Halloween event!”

Aizawa: “... Uhh, how about all of you just not tell anyone that we went, okay.”

Class 1-A agreed. 

Aizawa: *Thinking* ‘Huh, guess I didn’t have to use my plan after all.’

Bakugo: "But in all seriousness, how the hell does Yagi-Sensei have that level of fighting skills and NOT be a Hero?"

Aizawa: "Personal choice."

Izuku: *Thinking* 'Well, Sensei isn't wrong...'

THE FUCKING CHAOS

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 13

Today is Friday, which means... the Practical Exam. I was nervous, I trained with Bakugou some more yesterday after school, but I couldn't turn that damn tv off... I just made the screen have static, but the blond said that was an advance.

After changing into our hero costumes, we were all standing right in front of the teachers, something that made me a bit sceptical about what the test was actually about.

And I was right.

Maybe, in the past years, our senpais, fought against robots, but this year was different for us. Might be because of all the villains' attacks this class has had. Aizawa was letting us know who our teammate was. I got paired with Shoji-kun against Snipe-sensei.

This would be fun...

//////

Shoji and I debated for a bit about what to do, but I thought about just improvising or thinking about it when we fight him, that would be a real way to deal with a villain. He seemed conformed with what I said but told me he was going to be thinking about some plans we could have. I wanted to go watch the others, so I ran to the TV room, where Izuku and Uraraka were.

"Oh, hello (M/n)-kun, you're gonna watch too?" I nodded and stood beside him. "Kirishima-kun and Sato-kun failed though," a grimace made its way to my face.

"Yeah, I know," I muttered before focusing on the screen showing the second team.

'Team Asui-Tokoyami, practical exam. Ready? Go!' The robotic male voice said.

Midoriya was making some observations and Recovery Girl was making them too. Soon, we watched as they reached the end and Dark Shadow captured Ectoplasm, meaning they passed. The rest of the exams went by pretty entertaining, and the more people finished, the more were coming here to watch. Tsuyu, Iida and Yaoyorozu were now here with us.

But while Yaoyorozu and Todoroki were still on their exams, Uraraka walked out, saying something about getting ready for her exam with Aoyama. We all wished her luck and she smiled happily at us.

We kept watching for a while, and Uraraka soon came back. The next team, Kaminari and Ashido, sadly failed, now Koda and Jiro were up next.

I watched them for a bit, feeling my own ears ring at the mere thought of having to deal with Present Mic's screams. But, now I had to go get ready with Shoji-kun.

"Well, I'm gonna get going guys, see ya." They all said in unison 'Goodluck (M/n)-kun!', interchanging it with 'chan' while Yaoyoruzu just added 'san' to my last name, while I walked out of the TV room and went where the bus would be waiting for me.

There, Snipe sensei and Shoji were expecting me.

"Sorry, I was watching Koda and Jiro's progress," Shoji nodded as he understood and Snipe signalled to the bus with a move of his head.

"Well, hop on, (L/n)."

//////

Now, this situation wasn't good at all for us. Snipe sensei was shooting at us nonstop while Shoji and I covered our bodies behind the pillars, but we were running out of walls because too many bullet holes made them collapse.

"We have to think of something, (L/n)-kun," I frantically nodded at Shoji's words, and tried to think of something quickly.

"The only way to do this is if I could stop his body, but with all of his shooting I can't do it," my eyes trailed up to the ceiling, "It's gonna fall, run." I grabbed one of Shoji's arms and dragged him with me to the next pillar.

"I could distract him, but I'm not sure it will work," right when Shoji ended his sentence, a cloud of smoke covered the entire place. That's some nice timing.

I sneaked slowly around Snipe sensei, sometimes his bullets would go past me, but it seemed like it was hard for him to tell where I was, and luck seemed to be on my side for now, I just had to be quick.

I could see the faint silhouette of Snipe getting closer and closer, and I also saw Shoji in front of him with his hands up.

Now it's the time.

My quirk activated and I stared at his arms, which were the dangerous ones because of the gun on his right hand.

...5.

He made a surprised noise the very moment I had control over his muscles, and I ran at him, putting the cuff around his wrist.

"We made it." I held my hand up to make a high-five with the octopus guy.

'Team (L/n)-Shoji has successfully finished their exam.'

//////

When I entered the TV room, Izuku wasn't gone yet, he was watching what was left of Mineta and Sero's exam. The green-haired curly boy turned around and walked to the door, glancing at me and smiling a bit.

"Well done, (M/n)-kun." I smiled back and he left the room. In the end, Mineta and Sero passed.

"Deku-kun already left?" I nodded at Uraraka's question and walked to stand on Tsuyu's right side. Ready to watch Midoriya and Bakugou's test.

'Team Midoriya-Bakugou, practical exam. Ready? Go!'

At first, they were just walking, but Midoriya seemed to be talking to him. And then Bakugou hit him with his gauntlet.

A gasp left my lips as Midoriya fell to the ground and I saw Bakugou's angry face.

You really hate Deku, don't you Katsuki?

They yelled at each other some more, and on another screen, I could see All Might getting ready to act. A big gush of wind was caused by just his arms moving forward and that left me with my mouth open. He caused so much destruction by just... Punching air.

//////

By the end of their exam, I was worried sick about Bakugou, I just wanted to run to him and hug him, I couldn't keep watching how he destroyed himself. But in the end, Izuku punched All Might with a weird smile on his face and picked up an unconscious Bakugou, running past the gate.

Tsuyu and Uraraka were holding hands and jumping happily, Yaomomo and Iida were also happy about them passing their exam. But I just wanted to go see Bakugou.

"Recovery Girl..." I called her when I saw her getting up to leave, "Can I go with you to see Bakugou?" She seemed hesitant about it, but I guessed the worry in my eyes convinced her and she sighed while walking to the door.

"Okay, but you'll have to wait until I heal him, got it?" With a nod, I walked behind her, following her steps to the infirmary.

//////

When All Might walked out of the room, he signalled me to come in. I thanked him and walked inside. "Young Bakugou is still unconscious, but young Midoriya is awake," he whispered and I nodded.

He left, walking a bit slowly. He was probably feeling guilty, I kinda heard Recovery Girl scolding him about Izuku's back. My feet took me to Bakugou's bed, his resting face and body all dirty, and when I looked at Midoriya's pose I almost laughed, almost.

"Hey, Deku. How're you feeling?" My voice was low, trying not to wake Katsuki up. I lift my hand and touch his hair. His spikes were surprisingly soft, which only made me want to play more with it.

"Oh, hello (M/n)-kun, I'm fine thank you, how's Kacchan?" I made my feet walk around Bakugou's bed and sat by the blonde's right side.

"Unconscious." He just hummed as a response.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him but I still noticed Izuku's head turning to look at me. He hesitated before saying something.

"What is it, Deku?" My words were barely above a whisper, but at least it seemed like it made Izuku feel reassured about what he wanted to tell me.

"Do you... like Kacchan?"

[ridiasfangirlings]

Hcs/Scenarios with the other homra clansmen? (dewa, chitose, shohei, bandou etc)+yata ?? 😭

I feel like the Chitose-Dewa-Yata situation is always Chitose giving Yata (bad) life advice while Dewa sits in the corner facepalming and trying to keep Yata from getting too much of a wrong idea. Like obviously Chitose has noticed that Yata is a huge virgin and I imagine he finds this endlessly entertaining, Yata is like the little brother he never got to tease for being unable to look at girls. Whenever Chitose is bragging about what new girl he got last night Yata’s always sitting there trying to look like he totally understands what this is like and it’s hard not to tease him really. Though for all that I think Chitose would try to give Yata proper advice in the right situation, it’s just that Chitose has no good advice so Dewa has to try and step in to mitigate that. Unfortunately Dewa’s love life also seems largely nonexistent so he probably can’t help much either, but at least he knows how to ask a girl out without getting smacked. I could see Chitose trying in his own way, like setting Yata up for a dating meet up or something and encouraging him, and then sighing when Yata comes home all spooked because no one told him there’d be girls in low cut dresses there.

Bandou and Akagi, I wonder if Yata ever feels a bit wistful watching them since they’re old friends and all. I feel like he gets on well enough with them, though he probably ends up on Bandou’s side whenever Akagi accidentally charms someone Bandou was interested in. Post-series Bandou’s become a champion gamer so I wonder if they ever have game nights, I could see Bandou smirking like this is something he’s superior to Akagi at. Yata meanwhile feels pretty proud of his gaming skills until he gets his butt handed to him and he’s just staring blankly before he decides that was actually awesome and he wants to play again. Actually imagine Yata deciding he should take gaming classes from Bandou because he wants to be able to beat Saruhiko at video games one day, Bandou getting all arrogant like ‘you can call me sensei’ as Akagi eats chips and is like hey sensei I think you just got sniped.

Yata hanging out with Fujishima and Eric probably involves cute animals and Fujishima basically being like the pet parent who has to mediate between his excitable dog and irritable cat who keep swiping at each other. Yata’s a helpful kid so I could see him offering to assist if like Fujishima rescued a whole pile of kittens and needs an extra hand, Yata’s good at carrying heavy bags of food. Eric snorts and makes a comment about ‘stupid muscle’ and Yata almost drops the bag because he’s so annoyed. Also Eric of course keeps making little comments in English just to tease Yata, Fujishima will come back to the store and they’re squabbling very quietly because the kittens are napping and no one wants to wake them up. Fujishima smiles softly and gives them both a pat on the head and a treat, Yata’s like we’re not pets you know.

[ao3feed-toshinko]

Green Shadow: the guardian in the dark

by DekuvigilanceX2009

Well after being told he was quirkless Izuku realized many things.

1- He was too smart for his age 2- Heroes aren't as good as he thought 3- Society was messed up big time 4- his friend was attending a cult school 5- You can't be a vigilante while quirkless

Being smart and stronger than most his peers Izuku decides to help those chunned by society, take down the corrupt government and bring in the villains himself.

After all if heroes only care for autographs and money who needs them?

Izuku takes the futur of Japan into his hands, fixes his friendship with katsuki and gains many friends and allies on the way. Annoys Eraserhead and makes a name for himself.

But the rat decides to fuck with him. And Izuku finds himself stuck with a whole class hero students. Not the way you think at least.

Words: 80948, Chapters: 42/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sensei | All For One, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Toga Himiko, Jirou Kyouka, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Eri (My Hero Academia), Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Shinsou Hitoshi, Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Snipe (My Hero Academia), Ishiyama Ken | Cementoss, Ectoplasm (My Hero Academia), Takami Keigo | Hawks, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Izumi Kouta, Akaguro Chizome | Stain

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Toga Himiko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi/Utsushimi Camie, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Hatsume Mei/Iida Tenya, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Asui Tsuyu/Tokoyami Fumikage, Kendou Itsuka/Monoma Neito, Eri & Midoriya Izuku, Hadou Nejire/Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki & Hadou Nejire & Toogata Mirio, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Additional Tags: Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Genius Midoriya Izuku, Hacker Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko is a Shimura, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Good Teacher, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Midoriya Izuku Adopts Eri, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Adopts Izumi Kouta, Eri Needs a Hug (My Hero Academia), Eri Gets A Hug (My Hero Academia), Parental Midoriya Izuku, Toga Himiko is Not a Villain, Sweet Toga Himiko, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Faces Consequences, Aldera Middle School Faces Consequences (My Hero Academia), Mineta Minoru Faces Consequences, Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Training Shinsou Hitoshi, Hero Toga Himiko, Vigilante Toga Himiko, Izuku hates Endeavour a lot, Toga Himiko swears a lot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53403250

[mighty-mepoe]

Interesting (not All Might centric) fic finds

Angst / Harsh fics (no bad endings):

Bakugrowth:

The Power of Friendship by deviance

(Restricted to AO3 users) Bakugou friendship with Kirishima and how his friend group can expand.

Bakugou frowned when he saw Tokoyami and Shouji watching him oddly. "What?" He demanded. "I thought you didn't like being around anyone, except maybe Kirishima," Tokoyami said simply. "Sorry for assuming. You should hang out more often." Bakugou blinked, surprised. "I...what?" Shouji nodded. "I'm sorry too, I had thought the same thing." One of his appendages smiled and Bakugou stared at the teeth. Had he just made more friends? Was friendship contagious? Once you made one friend, was that automatically the go-ahead for other people to be your friend? "You want to hang out with me?"

will I ever be more than I’ve always been? by aloneintherain

The summary tells it all.

“I want,” Bakugou says, “you to wake the fuck up. Make teachers look out for their kids. Don’t put up with any kind of violence—this should be a fucking safe space for kids. And the little shit-stains who think they’re above the rules because they’ve got a fancy quirk? You deal with them, too. Quirk usage is illegal. Physical assault is illegal. And yet I saw all that and more when I was here—I did all of that and more when I was here.” The principal stares at him. “You’re saying you wanted us to give you detention?” Detention. Like that would have done anything. “I’m saying,” Bakugou says through gritted teeth, “that you should’ve expelled me.”   Or: how Bakugou became an anti-bullying advocate.

Dadzawa:

a penny for your thoughts by cassiopeia721

While visiting Eri at the hospital following her rescue from the Shie Hassaikai, Izuku and Aizawa-sensei both run into a nurse with a telepathy based quirk, and Izuku finds himself in a telepathic bond with his teacher. This is... somewhat worrying, considering how many secrets Izuku needs to keep.

Synchronicity by fElBiTeR

When Midoriya Izuku is younger, he’s assigned a pen pal to exchange letters with for a year. Instead, his pen pal continues to follow him through his years of middle school and all the way to his time at U.A. in the form of emails. His pen pal may be a bit blunt sometimes, but overall, he's a nice and completely normal person. Aizawa Shouta has only ever followed along with his pen pal's troublesome adventures first through his handwritten letters, then through his emails. Nothing has changed when he discovers that his pen pal is going to be one of his students in the upcoming school year. Nothing has changed. Or so he keeps telling himself.

Humour:

Throw a Chair Through a Window and Call It a Day by jaded_ghoster

Hilarious. Dad-zawa is on fire (metaphorically, but he might light Vlad up) and his interactions with Midoriya are AMAZING.

"Vla- no, not him." Shota scowled, he would rather give up all his naps than live to see the day where Sekijiro Kan of all people became his superior. "Snipe?!" "Not emotionally available at the moment as he is currently battling his romantic feelings for Kayama-san." Shota shot back down. "For the love of god-!" "As you can see, me appointing you as principal is the only logical decision available," ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Or: Nezu goes on a week long business trip and makes Aizawa the temporary principal while he's gone, giving him all the powers the principal of UA would normally have. Aizawa, prepared to use this power to it's full capacity, silently vows to make as many changes to UA as he can in a single week. He appoints Midoriya as his secretary for the time being and together they wreak havoc among the school, showing no mercy to any obstacle in their path (And maybe becoming father and son along the way). The rest of the staff and students are left to sit back and watch as everything they know goes up in flames.

rock'n'roll, buckaroo! by Origamidragons

If you want a really good fic about Todoroki's conspirancies that will make you burst a lung laughing this is the one. Sequel here.

Kaminari walks up to Todoroki in the hallway after class and says, “Dude, I need your help.” Todoroki checks over his shoulder, twice, to verify that Kaminari is indeed talking to him. “Why?” “Yesterday you asked Shinsou-kun if he was Aizawa-sensei’s son,” Kaminari says, as though that explains anything at all. “...yes?” “Make a hero conspiracy YouTube channel with me.”

The Many Roasts of Endeavor by Sapphiria

If you still feel a bit salty (or a lot!) about Endeavor treatment of Todoroki and his family in general, this series will leave you well-feed.

Endeavor is the worst, and Izuku Midoriya wants the world to know that. This sassy, savage cinnamon roll won't rest until the evil has been defeated. Luckily, the rest of the world is on his side for his epic mission, including Endeavor's own family.

Responsible adults:

Revolution in Green by Zarconath

... and irresponsible teenagers. Training arc for everyone!

All Might actually dedicates himself to becoming a better teacher, and decides to train more than just his successor before U.A. As he prepares for the future, plans by the Commission and All for One are put into motion that will ultimately rock the nation.

[versaphile]

This is the last chapter, the full story is now up!

Takashi wears his new omamori on the walk to the train station. It feels like being in a shrine, but gentler. Sensei doesn’t have to scare any yokai away. Everyone just— Acknowledges Takashi respectfully. Some yokai stare at him, curious, and some look hungry. But they don’t lunge at him or try to eat him, even if they clearly want to. They know he’s protected.

Takashi knows that if he reaches out to any of them, to talk to them, they won’t be afraid of him. He knows if they need his help, they won’t be afraid to ask him. He feels safe, wearing the omamori, and he must feel safe to them, too.

“I’m sorry Inari and Dakiniten didn’t like your omamori,” Takashi says to Natori-san. He knows Natori-san and Tanuma-san worked very hard on it.

“I consider it an honor to have my work insulted by the gods,” Natori-san says. “My worst critics are my biggest fans.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Nyanko-sensei smirks.

“You’re one to talk,” Natori-san snipes back. “The gods had to do your job for you, too.”

Nyanko-sensei growls at Natori-san, and Natori-san glares daggers at Nyanko-sensei.

Takashi finds their squabbling reassuringly normal.

[fumiko-matsubara]

Korosuu English Translation - Chapter 3: Mirror Time

Navigation: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

Consider this as a placeholder continuation of @clownao's translations of the previous two chapters until further notice. I've been mentioning Korosuu more often these days with my recent Chiba analysis and I think it's unfair of me to just claim certain things as factual when not everyone has similar access to the Korosuu novel like I do. So here we go.

I've actually finished translating the remaining chapters. The second I get this out in the open, I'll be pumping the rest out in one go.

Note: Although this was directly translated from Japanese -> English, I didn't write it word for word, and instead went with variants that flow better in the English language for a much easier reading experience. A big thank you to the lovely @blazardragon for providing us with the raw scans.

“Yeah… it seems possible.”

Chiba returned to his desk and took out a notebook, writing materials, and a triangular ruler.

Hayami stood before him and looked down at his notebook, and Chiba began to explain while drawing diagrams.

“If you hit the wall, it’s gonna mirror the angle it came from when it bounces off. Just like this.”

[Illustration] A diagram of a spherical bullet bouncing off a wall. The angle between the bullet and the wall before it hits the wall (angle of incidence) is the same as the angle between the bullet and the wall when it bounces off (angle of reflection).

“If you want to aim without Koro-sensei noticing, it seems impossible with just one ricochet.”

Hearing Hayami’s words, Chiba nodded and added more lines.

“That’s right. At least two times, preferably three times or more would be good, but if you ricochet too much, the chances of missing will increase and the momentum will soon drop. Experiments would be necessary to see how many times a ricochet can bounce until it becomes impractical.”

“So, how do you aim for that?” Hayami asked. “I can understand if it’s once, but if it bounces more than twice, I find it hard to imagine it.”

With his mechanical pencil still in his hand, Chiba rested his back on the chair and crossed his arms.

“That’s the problem. For example, to hit the target written here with two ricochets, you have to calculate the points that will satisfy this diagram.”

[Illustration] As guessed from the article, Chiba conducted another experiment to see if it was possible to snipe. By solving a graphical problem like this one, we can derive the point on the wall to aim at to hit the target with the bullet.

As he said this, Chiba drew several right-angled triangles in the diagram.

Hayami looked at the illustration and frowned slightly.

“What is this? Do I have to solve this every time?”

“Yeah, it’s necessary.”

After Chiba replied, he slowly began to calculate the position where the first bullet would hit. Looking at it sideways, Hayami turned to face the very back of the classroom, where a black metal box usually stood.

“With this kind of problem, if Ritsu were here, I would understand it right away.”

Autonomous Thinking Fixated Artillery – The AI (classmate) called Ritsu by the students of Class E has been temporarily removed since the beginning of the week for maintenance. It was only for two or three days, but it was the first time the main unit was removed for maintenance.

“Even if she was here, I don’t feel like relying on her.”

After confirming the problem he had solved over and over again, Chiba took out an airsoft pistol from his bag and stood up. 

“This is an assassination to test how far you can go as a sniper. I feel like I have to think about this myself.”

“Huh. Well, I don’t know.”

“So, Hayami, I want you to place the target exactly where it is written on this diagram.”

Chiba said it like it was so simple, but actually placing the target turned out to be quite troublesome. After accurately measuring the distance with a tape measure they brought from the storage room and positioning it, Hayami puts her desk there and sticks a yellow balloon that looks like Koro-sensei.

[Illustration] Objective: To break a Koro-sensei balloon with ricochet…

Chiba himself had to do the same to determine where he should stand and where to hit his first shot.

“Sorry everyone, but can you all move to the window?”

When all the prep work was finished, Chiba called out to his classmates. After making sure that everyone moved to the window as they were told, but not without a look of curiosity on their faces, Chiba pulled the pistol’s trigger at the cross mark written on the blackboard with chalk.

The bullet hit the blackboard, bounced off with a dry sound, and then reflected off the wall on the corridor side, heading towards the target in the back of the classroom. 

The first shot missed by more than a meter. The second shot was about 30 centimeters off. The third and fourth shots were not as bad as the first two, but they missed the target greatly, and finally, the fifth hit the target.

“You did it!”

When the balloon broke with a pop, the classmates who were watching the whole time began cheering for him. However, Chiba’s expression didn't match the atmosphere.

“What’s wrong? Is it because you can get more accuracy if you aim with a rifle from a vantage point instead?”

Chiba shook his head slightly at Hayami’s words. “No, that’s not it. I knew that this method would work, but… the problem is that.”

He pointed at the cross mark on the blackboard.

“With the current method, it’s gonna take too long to figure out that point. And there is also a difference in height to consider as well, so we have to do the same calculation in the vertical direction.”

[Illustration] In actual sniping, it is important to consider height differences. If the target and the shooter are of different heights, the ricochet snipe will then follow a trajectory as such.

[Plan view] A view looking down on the room from above.

[Elevation] View from the side. A three-dimensional trajectory that seems complicated can be simplified like this if you break it down into a plan view and an elevation view.

Takebayashi, who had been listening, sighed.

“That’s double the effort. Wouldn’t that make it even more unrealistic?”

“Hey. Why don’t you do the calculation first and then the rest of us guide Koro-sensei together?” Nakamura proposed. 

Chiba shook his head. “We’ve got two problems with that. One is that you just can’t guide the target wherever you want. Especially when it comes to shooting with this much constrain, even the slightest shift in position is bad enough.”

Hayami nodded.

“The fact that Chiba misses so much at this distance means that you can’t easily make fine adjustments. What is the other problem?”

“That I want to do this assassination alone without using anyone’s help,” Chiba answered. “I’ve already said this before but it’s like a stubbornness thing on my part.”

“Is that so?”

Chiba looked down at the notebook on the desk. “The Legendary Sniper has actually taken down quite a number of moving targets, which means they should barely have enough time to aim. I wonder if there’s a trick to that.”

As he said that, Chiba was hit on the shoulder and flinched. He looked up and saw Okajima standing there with a grin on his face.

“Hearing you talk, I feel like something just came to me!” Okajima said with a fearless smile and flashed Chiba and Hayami a thumbs up, looking extremely suspicious.

 =0=0=

“Come on, boys! Time to get out!”

The fifth period of the day was gym class. The girls currently occupy the classroom to change clothes, and the boys were forced out into the corridor to wait for their turn.

“Sometimes, I wanted the boys to go in first. We always have to change at the last minute.” Shiota Nagisa complains while holding his rolled-up gym clothes.

“What are you talking about, Nagisa? Listen, this is the time for our most fated challenge to date!”

“Okajima-kun, don’t you think it would be better if you just don’t do anything at all?”

Ignoring Nagisa’s wry retort, Okajima took out a small mirror from his pocket with a strangely calm expression… and a selfie stick.

“Hey. Weren’t you just beaten up by the girls the other day for doing exactly that?”

While a dumbfounded Terasaka Ryoma was looking at him, Okajima took out an adhesive tape and tore it into small pieces, taping the compact mirror to the tip of the selfie stick.

“Well, look. Last time, I made a mistake by holding this guy up where the girls could see it. This time, it’ll be perfect.”

“Aren’t you just adding more holes to a plan that’s already full of holes?” Kimura Justice deadpanned.

“Hehe, well take a look at this.” Okajima stretched out his selfie stick and started explaining with a relaxed expression. “Listen, whenever the girls are changing, the windows on the corridor side are always covered up with blackout curtains. That makes it difficult to see-”

“More like they specifically put up those curtains so that you can’t peep inside.”

Okajima ignored whoever pointed that out and continued. “Miraculously, there’s a tiny gap in the top window thanks to a slack in the curtain. The other day, they saw me because I was foolishly holding out the mirror directly here. But the Okajima today will no longer make the same mistake.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

After giving a fearless smile to an exasperated Terasaka, Okajima bravely held the selfie stick in his hand over his head.

“A little while ago, when Chiba and the others were shooting test shots, I secretly set up a mirror in the classroom. The ricochet thing gave me a plan. If it’s just one mirror, it’s easy to spot it. But no matter how cautious the girls are, they’re not gonna notice a thing if you’re peeping through multiple mirrors that are casually placed around the classroom.”

[Illustration] Reflecting on the experience of being discovered using a mirror for voyeurism, Okajima’s new voyeurism method was devised in order not to be noticed by relaying it with multiple mirrors. In principle, no matter how many mirrors you use, what you can see from your side can also be seen by the ones from the other side.

“Ah… I thought that would be the case.” Kimura forced a smile.

“According to my calculations, it’s probably around here- huh?”

Looking at the mirror, Okajima frowned and moved the selfie stick around.

“Okay, I saw it!”

Okajima gave a small fist pump with a satisfied smile, then slowly took out a compact digital camera from his pocket with his free hand.

“What is that.” 

An embarrassed Nagisa pointed at it. Okajima grinned and answered.

“Because I couldn’t bring my DSLR out, obviously. That’s just like announcing for the world to hear that I’m going to peep some pics from the hallway. And that is why I always carry a compact digital camera with me in case of such a situation. Notice how we don’t compromise on smartphones.”

Everyone pretended they didn’t hear anything, but Okajima completely ignored the atmosphere of the place and released the shutter.

Click. The strobe emitted a flash with a small shutter sound.

“Oops, I usually don’t screw up like this,” Okajima said as he turned off the strobe, releasing the shutter once again.

“O-KA-JI-MAAA-!!”

The door of the classroom banged open, and the girls in their gym clothes all came out rushing at once.

“Waah-!”

With well-coordinated movements, the girls were blocking Okajima’s escape. Okajima yelped out a half-cracked voice while being pulled down on the spot and kicked with such terrifying skill.

“H-how did you find out?! The plan should have been perfect!”

“Your camera flashed AND WE SAW IT!!!” Kataoka looked down at Okajima with a murderous expression on her face.

“That’s forbidden, Okajima-kun.”

At that slimy voice, the girls sharply turned around.

Standing in front of the opened door was Koro-sensei, holding a steaming paper bag from his open mouth.

“It’s not a bad idea. It’s not bad, but don’t forget that if you can see it from here through the mirrors, you can also see it from the other side. And if you use a flash or something like that, you might as well be asking to be caught.”

The girls all shouted at once over the voice. “Acting so proud are we, you shameless teacher!”

“What’s wrong with you, suddenly coming in through the window while we’re changing clothes?!” Kataoka pulled out an anti-sensei knife and glared at Koro-sensei.

“Nyu, nyuyaa?! You misunderstand me! I was just trying to educate distorted people like Okajima-kun!”

“Excuses, EXCUSES!!”

With well-trained movement, the girls all readied their weapons against the teacher. The frightened Koro-sensei was attacked by a barrage of BB bullets and anti-sensei knives.

“It really is a misunderstanding – Heeee! The bag tore – oh no the xiaolongbao buns* I went all the trouble to buy are -!”

Koro-sensei suddenly blasted off at Mach speed, escaping from them.

“Xiaolongbao buns..? Ah, Koro-sensei must have been in Shanghai today.” Nagisa muttered.

Behind him, Okajima, who had footprints all over his body, was looking at the digital camera monitor and frowning.

When Terasaka, who was nearby, peered in, he saw Koro-sensei holding a paper bag containing bao buns and making a peace sign.

Next Chapter: Chiba and Hayami Time

Notes:

*Xiaolongbao buns (小籠包) - is a type of small Chinese steamed bun that is traditionally prepared in a xiaolong, which is a small steaming basket.

I need Terasaka to punt Okajima's ass to another dimension 💀

I've talked about this before in the mbti analysis post with the snipers, but Chiba. Loves. His. Details. Every information he perceives using his senses must be absolute. Completely factual. And that makes him prone to overcomplicating things the more he thinks about the details to the point that it stresses him out when he can't just get it right. The beginning of this chapter just makes this prominent part of his personality very clear.

Another prominent part of his personality that this chapter made clear of, was that the only reason why he deliberately refuses receiving help from others is because he's simply stubborn lol. It's not that he doesn't trust his friends, he just simply wants to see if he can do it by himself and nothing will stop him from trying to achieve that 😂

I also love how we were shown how big of a presence Chiba really has among his classmates, especially since the role of an accurate sniper is deemed important when it comes to assassination. That potential in his leadership skills according to Karasuma's assassination aptitude test wasn't just a bluff, after all.

Although Hayami didn't have a big role here, her encouraging presence has been quite prominent! Being someone's support has consistently always been her thing, and people (both characters and readers alike) tend to overlook that prominent part of her character.

Except for one person. And the next chapter will be exactly about that!