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haine-kleine · 5 months ago

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i thought the ending couldn't be more disappointing and then this japanese tweet proved me wrong

because all of this is true. Ochako and Izuku will never forget Toga and Tenko and half of their epilogue was about this, however messily done. Ochako dedicated herself to creating better conditions for people like Toga, because she saw how badly Toga was suffering and despite failing to save her and give her a brighter future, she committed to building that future on her own, selflessly gifting it to others. Izuku had failed to save Tenko despite wanting to, and this weights on his conscience eight years later, and will continue to haunt him in the form of Shigaraki's ghost watching him, not letting him forget himself in the happy ending of joining his hero classmates and achieving his dream.

it's still messy and unfaithful as fuck, but at least these two endings still show that the consequences were there. the unfair deaths of the villains weren't simply swept under the rug and forgotten after a few sad talks about them.

and the thing these two cases share in common? Ochako and Izuku really didn't owe it to Toga and Shigaraki to save them. they didn't. they were hero kids thrown in the middle of the war these very villains waged on them. they both were younger than their respective villains, they both were hurt by these villains, they had no prior history with them, and having shared a few conversations was enough to make them emphasize with and humanize the villains. nothing that happened to Himiko and Tenko was inflicted on them by Ochako and Izuku, and yet just seeing that, hearing about that was enough to ignite sympathy in their hearts. because, you know, they are heroes. they are there to save people from suffering. and even when those people are the ones actively hurting them and their friends, they are mature enough to set that aside and attempt to save their human lives.

enter the star of the show, the only character in this story who despite having committed truly villainous acts, is allowed to go consequences free without a single care in the world. Enji. the person who had single-handedly fucked Touya up to the point his mental state was too messed up even for AFO to deal with. he had given life to this baby, and he was constantly made aware of how badly his attitude is affecting this child by Rei. and he couldn't be bothered to do anything for him, not even to look at him. the fire on Sekoto was 100% Enji's fault, not only because he couldn't be bothered to come visit his son on his day off when Touya had asked him to, but also because the number two hero on his day off was too slow to come to the forest near his house to save Touya from the fire or from All for One. this makes Touya being kept under AFO's care for the following 3 years Enji's responsibility, as he was the only one who could have saved Touya from AFO. even after Touya wakes up from his coma and immediately runs to his house as fast as he can, it's Enji's behaviour alone that makes him decide against making his presence known to the family for the following 7 years. this excuse of a father can't even mourn the death of a son he explicitly blames himself for in such way that won't make his entire existence feel meaningless to him.

and after Touya reveals himself to Enji personally as Dabi? he proves that he still hasn't changed at all and utterly fails to do anything about the situation while Shouto has to repeatedly remind him of it. not only was he procrastinating, the narrative was coddling him the entire time, with the support of other heroes and sidekicks, who despite being shown the truth about Enji, choose to ignore it. even the family he has been abusing for years, the family who was mourning Touya together, joins their efforts to support Enji.

Touya's only desires were to be seen and to be heard. both went unanswered, as after showing the world the unfiltered truth of the misery his father had caused to him, the world covered their earths and turned away. after showing himself to his family, they keep looking at Enji, not at him.

even at the very end, the end of the family's hell is more about Enji than about any other character. he is the only one allowed to talk about his feelings in depth, while the rest of them are reduced to barebone imitations of their previously established characters used as props for supporting Enji's character resolution (with the exception of Touya, who is physically unable to speak for longer than 5 minutes a day anymore. wow). even Natsuo cutting off Enji is less about the latter being a horrible excuse of a father and more about Enji's great stoicism accepting everything the family throws at him with a heroic face. Rei's character no longer makes sense because exactly a month ago her mental state and the trauma inflicted on her by this very man didn't allow her to face him at all. and now she is suddenly okay with becoming his caretaker? why is she taking her responsibility for Touya and not talking about Enji's responsibility at all? this was a man who had abused her so badly she had a psychotic episode. you don't just shrug off things like this. you don't sit in a psychiatric ward for ten years after that, waiting to be let out and jump on the first chance of making yourself useful for your abuser. you don't set aside the relationships with the children he had hurt and he had made you hurt to devote yourself fully to your damn abuser. someone take this poor woman out of this Stockholm syndrome relationship.

at this point Touya not being allowed to die is the worst offence, because the survival wasn't granted to him to heal. it was given to him for the singular purpose of making Endeavor look slightly less bad. Enji never even talks about failing to save Touya (and neither is Shouto allowed to). if you wanted to save him, then him being stuck immobile and isolated from the world with only months left to live is not 'the time Shouto gave us with him' it's a failure. he's not your damn pet, why is the narrative making him into one?

Touya had wanted to die. Shouto points this out, Touya himself talks about it. Enji was the one who didn't want him to die. he also didn't want to die himself. somehow, his desire is the only one that is fulfilled, while even Shouto's dream of eating soba with his older brother goes ignored.

and afterwards? Enji happily moves on from this with the new family he had found for himself, while Touya's childhood desire of his family looking at him is fulfilled in the most grotesque way possible. and the family's dream of having a home away from Endeavor? not a chance lmao

#man i can't deal with it anymore #NEED a fix-it #where Touya never talks to his family ever again #if this is the reunion Hori decided to give js #bnha #bnha spoilers #todoroki touya #dabi #todoroki tei #todoroki shouto #anti endeavor #bnha critical #salt #you would think enji was based on hori's higher up with the way the narrative is giving him private lap dances

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stillness-in-green · 6 months ago

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The thing that doesn't make sense to me if Izuku resolved to kill is how it doesn't let them prove AFO wrong? AFO did his big reveal which only makes it clearer how deep the grooming went and it should've been time for Izuku to understand Tenko and Tenko to understand the abuse then reject the mindset forced onto him. But Izuku killing Tenko doesn't do that. Tenko just dies. It feels very wrong.

I guess Izuku just wasn't very interested in proving AFO wrong! Honestly, the only thing I immediately remember Izuku disputing the guy on was the same thing he disputed Shigaraki on: that he was anything more than a human being. AFO isn't a Demon King, but just a lonely man. Shigaraki hasn't transcended humanity; there's still a human somewhere deep inside of him. Izuku won't correct his allies' use of dehumanizing language for Villains, of course, but he's quick to push back when the Villains themselves self-aggrandize.

Sorry, I really only have withering disdain for Deku at this point. And I guess I don't really see any evidence that Deku was ever particularly driven by "proving AFO wrong." He wants to stop AFO, certainly, but that's because AFO is a monster who takes advantage of vulnerable people to maneuver them into doing Bad Things that advance AFO's Bad Plans and sets them onto Bad Paths that are difficult to walk back, not because he expressly opposes AFO on this or that ideological point about the nature of humanity and society.

(Hit the jump for the rest of a somewhat rambly reply.)

If anything, current evidence is that neither Deku nor the manga itself really do disagree with AFO about the frailty of humans, as expressed by Tsukauchi answering Deku's question about how to prevent future tragedies by shrugging and saying, "You don't, because life fucking sucks sometimes and that's just how it is. Our hands are completely tied on improving the system as we have it, so all we can do is punch out the Villains that appear in front of us to stop them from causing more harm."

That's also me being a bit harsh, of course. The fact that Deku is even still asking that question in the epilogue suggests that the manga hasn't reached its final answer yet, and maybe it will yet come up with something better! It doesn't have much time left, but it's still possible!

All the same, Deku is still having to ask that question in the epilogue because he never truly faced it over the course of the story. Never thinking about what Shigaraki as a person said in favor of fetishizing the Crying Child, never coming up with any kind of non-violent plan of attack or conversational approach, I have to ask what exactly about Shigaraki did Deku ever disagree with AFO on?

AFO, in the end, characterized Shigaraki as a puppet he molded exactly as he desired, a doll who he sculpted and programmed to act as he wished, a feeble child who has never made a single decision that AFO didn't cultivate him to make. So far as I can tell, Deku never really contested that framing. He didn't know the extent of it until the full reveal, of course, but Deku, like AFO, insisted on approaching Shigaraki solely through that "Crying Child" lens. He seemed to believe that nothing Shigaraki said or did on the surface really mattered (save as a reason that Shigaraki had to be stopped and potentially killed), that the "truth" of Shigaraki was that feeble little weeping boy who never grew up.

How could Deku possibly "prove AFO wrong" in that context? He doesn't even disagree with him! I mean, he's got some nice talk about how people deserve a second chance, sure; he says that people doing wrong doesn't make them Villains for the rest of their lives. What does do that, however - insofar as I can tell from how opaque the series keeps Deku throughout the final war - is refusing the hand out of the darkness. You stop being a victim and become a Villain for the rest of your life by choosing to remain a Villain even when offered an alternative (no matter how patently awful that alternative is).

Shigaraki chooses to remain a Villain and Deku doesn't have a counter for that because Deku never really got past the false binary represented by Villains and Victims to begin with. And I think the same goes for people who expected Shigaraki to just fold when he realized the extent of the grooming he'd undergone. Disallowing Shigaraki any agency in who he is and what he's done is defining him the same way AFO and Deku both did; when Shigaraki refuses to accept that framing, refuses to be a passive victim, the only thing left for him to be is a Villain. And when a Villain refuses to stop...

Well, Hawks already told us what the Heroes' answer to that is. "Someone has to die." As no one ever stepped up to prove him wrong, as far as the story is concerned, he isn't.

AFO always knew that victims can be turned into Villains with the right nudges; that's the whole reason for him cultivating "warped seeds" whenever and wherever he found them. Hero Society is - and always has been - much too rigid in its enforcement of the Hero/Villain/Victim narrative to effectively combat him. Crucially, Deku - the boy who wants to bring everything back just the way it was - doesn't disagree with him. He thinks AFO is an asshole for setting people up to fail, but he doesn't disagree about what failure means. So if AFO, Deku, and the story itself are all in agreement, what's even there for Deku to disprove?

Now, there is something that would prove AFO wrong, but it isn't something you can do while insisting on drawing lines to separate sad manipulated woobie victims who just need to be saved from awful unrepentant villains who just need to rot. It isn't something you can do while infantilizing Shigaraki Tomura.

The way to prove AFO wrong is to make room in society to help all Villains. Even if they aren't asking for it, even if they never ask for it, and even if they're jolly bastards who don't really deserve it! As long as there's a point at which it becomes okay to give up on trying to save Villains, Shigaraki will remain unsavable. He will insist on being unsavable. He could no more let that go than All Might could step aside and let AFO's attack kill an innocent at Kamino.

That's what it means to be a Hero for Villains.

Ultimately, what makes AFO right is that he knows that Hero Society makes it difficult if not impossible to uncross the victim-to-Villain bridge, and so anyone who does cross that bridge (with or without his influence) is that much more susceptible to him. Deku, in turn, thinks the only Villains he can save are those who drop everything and come sprinting as fast as they can back to the Hero side, so anyone who won't do that is someone he can't help.

Shigaraki refused to stop trying to create a better world for Villains. Toga refused to live in a world that would imprison her. Twice refused to give up on the friends no Hero would help. It's the same with every other Villain who refused to quietly endure their status quo: in a society that refuses to change how it treats Villains, anyone who won't submit to suffering in silence cannot be saved.

That's the paradigm AFO exploits, and Deku will never prove him wrong without resolving to change the paradigm first. We'll see if the last two chapters get him there.

#bnha #bnha afo #no. 2 green #shigaraki tomura #deku thinks afo is EVIL sure but WRONG?#afo being WRONG isn't even on that kid's radar #seriously the whole ethos of the series revolves around the incredible heroism of enduring hardship without complaint #and the unspeakable villainy of Not Doing That #it's only gotten more clear with the recent interview #horikoshi's patented #pat-on-the-shoulder heroism #sorry woobie tenko enjoyers but you will get no truck with that from me #either you commit to saving everyone or you'll be saving no one #stillness answers

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nodameshield · 1 month ago

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i can't look away from this car crash.

the inconsistencies with the story we read for 400+ chapters, the hopelessness around Izuku's entire character, deeming bkdk's dynamic entirely useless after all the effort to set them up as the 'wonder duo', 'the ultimate rivals' -- and then? What is this? was it all to waste?

where is Izuku defending his dream? where is his ambition to become the #1 hero? if what he wants to do now is teach, you have to show me that!! you should've shown me that sooner! Show me an Izuku who is admired by his teachers (AM, Aizawa, GT...) not because they're heroes, but because he admires how they teach and now he longs to become a mentor as well. Then, maybe, this whole shift in his perspective would make more sense. But the thing is:

Izuku loved his mentors because they were heroes. Not because they were teachers.

(teaching is the noblest profession do not come for me -- all I'm saying is: this is not consistent with his character!)

If he loves being a teacher now, I'm not seeing that, either! I'm not seeing a deep desire to help kids (like Tenko) to make better decisions or have better opportunities.

All I see is a depressed twenty-something boy with dead-eyes and office-shoes. If I wanted to see that, I'd read literally anything else!

Where is Izuku? Where did his character go? what happened to his personality? Where is my shōnen manga MC? the kid who cleaned a beach with his bare hands and no quick, fueled by the ambition to become a hero? if that drive was there before the quick, it surely should be there long after the embers burned out...

it pains me, because it feels as though everything else that happened in this story was for nothing. it collapses on itself and becomes pointless. If the message was that once you grow up you should give up on your dreams--well, then call me Katsuki 'cause I don't even know what to say to that! What kind of shit message is that?

If the message is that you should do the best with your circumstances, Izuku is still not doing that! He could be a hero again now. He has the suit, he had an opening, an offer, even. But he still didn't want it. He's settling. It's mediocre. I hate it. I hate this for him. And I hate it if this is what he's become.

Also, I was not about to be queerbaited by a shōnen manga. I've been around the block and I knew what to expect. But maybe even so I was too naïve, because what they did to bkdk's relationship goes beyond the ship, it fundamentally kills their bond.

How am I supposed to interpret Katsuki not only working for nearly a decade in order to get Izuku his suit, then waiting for Izuku to be a hero again and then WAITING AGAIN to invite Izuku to join his agency, rejecting all other prospects because it was always Izuku, always Deku, the one he wanted by his side as a partner -- and I'm supposed to be okay with Izuku never acknowledging this? Rejecting Katsuki's proposal without a thought? That is not Izuku. And it's a disservice to the friendship they spent 400+ chapters rebuilding, the rivalry I was shown from day one.

There were so many better ways to address their dynamic, even if there was a shift in it due to Izuku becoming a teacher or whatever. If Katsuki was to be rejected and disappointed in the end, you might as well have left him dead, for there was no purpose to his character after that without their rivalry. (by this I mean, you set up their dynamic to be a duality. One can't exist without the other. If you are going to change your mind, tell the audience! Show the audience! there was no buildup for this. is sloppy. is mediocre again.

anyways i obviously care about this. I wanna look away but i can't. I can't. I've spent years of my life loving these characters, learning from them, following their story. I thought they'd have a better send-off. I thought their creator understood the characters (he gave us every sign that he did).

I thought the ending would be consistent and good, like most of the story was, and it hurts to be proven wrong, especially when it's not only bad, but painfully, regrettably mediocre, which is the worst fate a beloved piece of media can get.

#bkdk #dkbk #mha #mha volume 42 #mha epilogue #rant #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya

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sobasluuurp · 7 months ago

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Ok. About Tenko.

I understand why so many people are angry that he's dead. I really do. I would've loved for him to live as well. I cried when he died.

However.

Just because he's dead doesn't mean his character has been handled poorly. In fact, all things considered, this ending (even though it makes me real fucking sad) makes the most sense for both his character and his story. Let me explain.

First and foremost, there's the matter of Shigaraki's characterization and arc. It goes without saying, but he's an angry, used, and abused child who grew up into an adult who wants nothing more than for everything to end. His goals have always been destructive to an extreme and honestly, the logical end to "let's destroy it all" is LITERALLY everything, including himself. He's also had absolutely zero agency since the moment his parents even thought of conceiving him, and has been struggling to become his own person since the beginning of his arc. He, against his abuser, who covets immortality and eternity.

What better a way for a person such as himself to assert his agency is there than to go out the way he did? To shift his focus away from the faceless masses and to the (similarly faceless, lol) abuser who caused his pain in the first place? To destroy the control AFO has held over him and prove to him that he was always his own person? To say, this is who you molded me into. And because I am who I am, I will now kill you, and take myself down with you, and be glad for it.

(and in the process, destroy the worldview AFO showed us in the Star and Stripe arc, that the ones who survive are the victors. AFO has completely and eternally lost, but Shigaraki is victorious to his last.)

It's his first moment of complete agency in his life -- acting entirely against anyone else's wishes for himself or his actions. And he uses it to do the one thing he's been itching for his whole life -- to destroy the source of his pain.

It's a negative character arc, in a way. It's not what any of us would've wanted for him. In a perfect world, he would be able to recover and readjust, building a life for himself and his found family in peace. He'd be able to experience life fully for the first time, and see that the world is not so bleak after all.

(I'm choking up just thinking about what's been lost. It's a fucking tragedy.)

But not every character arc gets to end happily. Sometimes people do slip through the cracks. That's always been what Shigaraki's character is about.

....and what every other member of the League's characters have been about.

Because here's the thing. The story of Shigaraki's life and death would be incomplete without his relationship to his found family. He's their leader. Their symbol. Their All Might.

Shigaraki's death is not the grimdark, fuck-the-audience, senseless kind of tragedy. He is a martyr, yes, but the people he stood for will in all likelihood survive. He died for the League. His life -- his existence -- brought them together, gave them purpose, and showed them a bright future. It is my steadfast belief that he will be the only death among the main villains. Because this is a story about saving to win, after all. And given that My Hero doesn't like to kill characters off too often and each one of them still has a path to recovery, I think it's a safe assumption to make. Especially since (especially in Toya's and Toga's cases) each of them had a moment of reconciliation at the end of their fights -- the kind of thing that can help them move forward.

And to be honest, we've known for a very, very long time that BNHA is the kind of anime that likes to turn old cliches on their heads. Kacchan did not become a villain during Kamino. La Brava's literal power of love was not enough to win the battle. Deku fought tirelessly to talk-no-jutsu Shigaraki into redemption, and while he did get through to him, he still couldn't save him after everything that happened. It's nuanced and messy in a way that I've come to expect from BNHA.

So yea, Shigaraki died. But Shigaraki also lived. Despite everything that AFO and Kotoro wanted from him (despite the fact that he was never meant to really be alive in the first place), he lived on his own terms and fought so that the people he cared about would be seen. Because he lived, the old world was destroyed, and from his ashes, a better one can be built. He achieved everything that no one thought he could, and reclaimed his life in the process. What better ending could you ask for a tragic character?

#bnha manga spoilers #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #shigaraki tomura #midoriya izuku #deku #all for one #shimura tenko #bnha #bnha 424 #league of villains #lov

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 1 year ago

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Sometimes I feel like the Shimura situation is downplayed because Kotaro was not more outwardly violent in actions.

Everyone in that house was living to please him. "Don't make Kotaro mad" "just follow his rules" "please kid, do you want candy? toys? just please stop crying and don't get in his bad side". A freaking hostage situation by the vibes. He was a tyrant in that house and you could see everyone feared the repercussion of his anger, it just happened to be in a not physical violent action --except with Tenko.

Do you wanna hear what the joke is?

That the Shimuras probably thought that it was not that bad too. That it was not that far gone. "He doesn't beat us". "He is trying to be better". "He had a rough childhood". "He does that 'cause he cares about us". "He's learning".

That's how victims of an abusive household sound when they try to excuse their abuser behaviour. And I'm not blaming the victims here, okay? That's how the abuse conditions you to behave like. It blinds you. Everything you try to desperately to retain some control over the situation ends up somehow making it worse sometimes. It's fucked up.

That house was presented like a jail in the manga. Perfect everything but all its family members were terrified of making a mistake on their roles. Nao's parents wouldn't dare to talk against him 'cause he was the lord of the house, the one with the economical power, the head of the family. Only Nao could do so and he only listened to her on the surface. She was begging him, his wife, everyone was screaming at him to stop, even the freaking dog. Nothing at all stopped him.

Kotaro was a tyrant. He was reaching his limit with Tenko and his desire to be a hero, to the point he got violent. His instinct when he saw Tenko running towards him with his quirk activated was not running away to survive it (like Hana) or freezing up in fear (like Nao's parents) or running towards the distressed kid to protect him (like Nao). His instinct was to hit Tenko. To command him to stay away. Tenko was reaching for his dad because he was scared and wanted to feel safe in that moment. Tenko didn't try to kill Potato until Kotaro hit him and rejected him when Tenko needed him the most.

I understand the urge to point out how the Dabi or Hawks backstories were awful due the physical abuse, the neglect and poverty. But I don't agree with dismissing how insane and complex was the Shimura household just to rank it lower on the shitty backstory scale.

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thetrashywritingwitch · 5 months ago

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Hi!

I wanted to ask why you didn't like the ending, or what were your expectations?, I have seen a lot of people saying it was terrible and stuff but I don't understand why, I liked it and thought it was a good closer, so I wanna understand why it's "bad"

anon - i'm not a meta writer and feel like others can more succinctly put into words why the ending falls flat and the narrative feels exceptionally grim and that nothing of significance truly happened in the end

putting some links to some explanations and summaries below for folks who don't mind leaks/caught up with the manga:

but to me, i say at 1 am on my birthday when i would like to feel joy now:

the entire narrative of bnha from the beginning was about who was worth saving. their humanity. that people aren't born villains. that society is flawed. that the hero system is flawed. that the justice system is flawed.

and yet? NOTHING CHANGED. everything is EXACTLY the same now as it was in the beginning. Hawks is continuing on the work that brainwashed and conditioned him as a child. he was not truly punished for killing Twice, which was repeatedly pushed as the Wrong and Unheroic thing to do. He was not made to face Jin's ghost and the reality of his crazed obsession (and he *is* crazed, he truly loses his composure and is yelling about killing the villains at the end). i was hoping for a Toga - Hawks confrontation. that he would see and face Sad Man's Parade and the absolute pit of despair that developed in Toga when Jin was killed. that made her truly cement that they as villains are not "human" to the Heroes. That they aren't worth saving.

and they fucking weren't!!!! THEY ALL DIED!!!! THEY WERE ALL KILLED!!!! We aren't saying Touya is still alive because him potentially living on as a husk in a tank forced to talk to endeavor is not him "living" in any sense of the word

izuku did not come up with a way to save Tenko. he had no plan. he never listened to or attempted to understand his point of view, or what was wrong with hero society at all. the last link above states this better than i can, but his total chosen ignorance of the reasoning why the villains are the way they are is why i just do nooooot like this kid and never have. his arc from scared quirkless bullied kid to confident hero who people look up to was a decent one - but outside of those surface level accomplishments? he's as flat as the paper in his notebook. he still keeps secrets and is not transparent with Uraraka or his friends (from ch 429 he hasn't grown at all in that respect) and Uraraka still bottles up her feelings.

society doesn't KNOW ANYTHING about what happened during the war. most of the fights were not televised. uraraka and toga's ending, arguably the best and most well rounded of the villain fights because she actually fought hard to understand and empathize with toga, falls on deaf ears because no one knows about it. no one saw it. Everyone still dehumanizes Toga and the rest of the LoV from their ending comments about how evil and awful they were, that they just wanted to destroy and sew chaos.

and toga died. she, out of all the LoV, had the best chance to live a better life. her quirk could be used for blood transfusions as we saw in the end. there was no reason for her to die. to make uraraka miserable because she couldn't save her - something Uraraka's character arc just throws away because she goes from wanting to be a hero for the money to wanting to save people after nighteye died. but she didn't save Toga, and izuku didn't save Tenko. no one really saved anyone (save for Shouto who made a new move specifically to stop his brother and NOT KILL HIM, but damn touya i'm so sorry they did you so dirty)

her fear came true: they weren't human in the end, not to the audience, not to the heroes (outside of uraraka), and certainly not to society that hasn't changed at all. there's no new support system in place for helping troubled youth, there's no destigmatization of "villainous" quirks because no one fucking knows or cares to know more about the LoV's roots. Thank god spinner's alive to yell at izuku about how stupid he is for killing his friend who loved video games and reading manga because no one else is gonna do it!

the hero ranking system and hero vs villain dynamic still seems alive and well. to our knowledge, villains haven't become fewer. no social services to help homeless or abused kids (touya, toga, tenko, etc), no real lasting change when it comes to quirk vs quirkless folks. that was NEVER really addressed properly - that Aoyama's parents were so terrified of their son being bullied and having a bad life for being quirkless that they reached out to a villain who gave him a quirk that was incompatible with his body and caused him pain and discomfort. all to avoid societal stigmas that come with being quirkless. as far as we've seen, society hasn't grown or changed in that regard, either. quirkless folks are probably still bullied and have fewer opportunities than people with quirks.

the whole child soldiers/kids going to war thing, well that's a shounen staple so we can't expect that to go away. the fact that the kids were maimed and katsuki fucking *died* in the war that killed all the villains... yet new kids come into UA wanting to be the new gen child soldiers. fucking WILD dissonance there.

i said i'm not a meta writer but damn i had to get some of this out there lmaoooo

anyway, maybe this clears up some of our frustrations with the manga ending and how it's been handled. have a good one

#bnha critical #trashy rants

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 7 months ago

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Birds of a Foreign Land Must Fly.

...

*Shuichi, hiding out in Branch 2's Head Office, curls up into a ball and rests against the wall, burying his head in his arms and contemplating everything that happened...

Dammit...why...just...Why...?

'Cause life sucks buddy boy. Especially for omniversal immigrants like us.

GAH!?

*He almost falls over as a voice sounds out from near his desk.

K-Kokichi!? When and how did you get in here?

Well, considering you were devoting your eyes and ears to sobbing and crying, I doubt even your detective instincts could have noticed me when I just walked through the door.

...Are you here to cheer me up...?

Hah! Who do you take me for? That is NOT my thing!

Hehe...I guess not...

But even still. I'm DEFINITELY super curious. Whatcha crying about?

We won! Zetsubou are gone, Shirogane's toast, and the world gets to live on another day! So why the soppy face?

The way you ask that implies to me you know EXACTLY why I'm crying. Don't toy with me; now is not the time for your sick ideas of jokes...!

Yeah...Yeah, I figured...I heard about what happened.

*Kokichi runs his fingers across the desk.

Rantaro is permanently dead with no hope of being resurrected...Himiko is stuck as a mechanical-humanoid puppet and has to live out the rest of her life like that...and Tenko's such self-loathing moron that she ran away with her hair twirls between her legs...

That is three additional piles of shitness on top of everything else that you don't deserve to be burdened with.

It's nothing I can't handle...or at least...nothing I can't handle if I sit on it for a bit...

Aw, poor Shuichi...He's doing a ME!

Wh-What? Doing a...What?

What I always do to stay upbeat, positive, and strong in the face of adversity:

Lie to myself and say that everything is gonna be okay, even though I know it's not.

I told you I don't want to hear it! Rrgh!

Okay, I'll shut up now! Promise!

...*sigh*

Kokichi...This is probably a really stupid question that you're gonna get mad at me for, but I have to ask...

Do you think...mngh...Do you think it would have been better for everyone if we'd returned to the universe we came from?

...Why are you asking this...?

Lately, I've had a lot of thoughts on my mind, but throughout all of them, just one as been really prevalent. And that's the thought that no matter what I do, or how much I think I've done, our existence in this world only makes things worse...

This world was perfectly safe and peaceful until WE showed up...! The Future Foundation had everything covered, but the moment we arrived here...The moment Uchui dragged us into this world and out of our own...THAT'S when things started to go wrong.

So...I've been stuck thinking lately that maybe I'm the problem. That our arrival here was some kind of mistake, and now...now I've just let Shirogane go free! I know as much as Uchui wants to believe it that she's gone for good, but I KNOW she's not dead!

She's still out there, and she's going to hurt so many more people! And because I didn't kill her when I had the chance-!

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mysteroads · 9 months ago

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Indomitable Will

Summary: Following the events of Chapter 419, Tomura finds he still has some choices to make, and nothing is going to stop him.

Chapter 1: The Broken and The Stolen

He was pain. Just anguish wrapped in silent screams. He wanted to be less than that. He wanted to be nothing. If he stopped existing, then he wouldn't hurt so much. It was agony to know everything he had been was a lie!

Everything? What about them?

Faces swim into view. He can’t take them all in, but details and impressions stand out.

Staples, amethyst scars, and blazing blue eyes.

Eyes like honey and a wide, sharp smile.

Green scales, violet hair, bravado to hide the shyness.

A slashing scar above spaniel brown eyes, a smile so honest only the truly heartless would turn away.

Clever brown eyes, wild hair, a finger in front of his lips to hold in a secret.

Yellow tinted sunglasses, ruddy lipstick, and auburn hair.

Were they a lie? Was the promise you made them a lie?

"NO!"

His denial is a jolt. A shock to a faltering heart. The pain doesn’t ease, but he becomes more than just pain.

Another jolt, this time of panic, comes when he feels hands touch him, panic that eases when he realizes that these hands aren't room temperature dead flesh. They're warm. Alive. So alive they burn, but it’s the sting of frozen fingers thawing in front of a campfire, not the emotional and spiritual agony he can still feel tearing away at him.

“There you are, sugar. Thought we lost you for a second.”

“Jeez, boss man. Way to give us a scare!”

He knew those voices. He knew these hands— big, rough, gentle— He knew them! But he couldn’t put a name to them!

“How about you put a name to yourself first, pumpkin?”

“Yeah, pull yourself together! Scatterbrain!”

Scattered? Yes, he supposed he was. Shattered might be a better word. Shattered after learning he was a lie. Everything had been a manipulation from his birth to this moment. None of his choices were his own. He was nothing but an empty vessel, a suit prepared for a monster to slip into. Nothing nothing nothing—

The warm hands tightened on him, dragging him back from the brink. “You’re not nothing! You chose us, didn’t you? And we chose you! You chose to care about us! That wasn’t All For One, that was you!”

Right. Sens— All For One didn’t have friends. He had pawns.

Focus. Who am I?

Two Names presented themselves, and he could feel the capital letter in the word Name.

Tenko Shimura.

Tomura Shigaraki.

Both Names carried so much. So much it was nearly unbearable, but he’d borne it all before, and he could do it again. Tenko was his core, his foundation, the seed from which he’d grown. Tomura was who he’d grown into. He hadn’t chosen either name, and he wasn’t particularly fond of the men who’d given them to him, but right now… he had a choice.

“‘Tomura’ comes from the verb, ‘tomurau,’ which means to mourn and express sorrow over death and farewell,” he remembered All For One telling him.

Tomura decided that the name fit him. He’d mourned and grieved his whole life, and caused others to mourn and grieve. It was the name he’d had the longest, and the one his friends called him by. He’d keep Shigaraki too, but only because he secretly liked the nicknames his League came up with. Shig. Shigs. Shiggy. Even Shiggy-kun. He'd only let Toga call him that one, though.

As soon as he’d decided what to call himself, he felt himself… come back together. He was a person again, not a ball of misery.

“I’m Tomura Shigaraki,” he told the hands, and felt them pat him approvingly. One even ruffled his hair.

“Good going, Shig! Knew you could do it! You’re the strongest guy in the world!”

“We’re rooting for you, Shiggy babe. Even if you can’t see us, we’re here. Keep fighting!”

His eyes widened. He knew them now. “Big Sis? Jin?” No answer came, except in the sensation of being pushed gently, until he fell into his body… or something close enough to his own skin that he felt relatively comfortable in it.

There was a breeze here, smelling like stardust and tasting like ozone. The ground beneath him was gritty. Was he where the Vestiges had been? It felt kind of like that, where he’d fought All For One for control of himself. No… No, he wasn’t there. Deeper than his inner self too, deeper than where Midoriya had punched through to talk to him. Somewhere adjacent to both, though. Well, nothing for it but to look around.

With an effort, he opened his eyes.

It took all his self control not to scream. He was not alone. There were... things? beings? people? all around him. Some looked human or at least human-shaped; others looked like they'd started out human, but had been broken apart and the pieces reassembled with new parts like Frankenstein's monster on crack; and a few were nothing but smears of color and light.

Rivet Stab and Air Cannon! he realized, seeing one with wings made of jagged red and black spears, and another with little tornadoes for hands. These were quirks! All the quirks All For One has stolen. There were more here than he’d realized. It kinda made sense he’d be here with them. Quirks were a piece of a person, after all, and right now Tomura was a fragment of himself.

The more he thought, the more he pulled more of himself together and the more solid he felt. As he became more present, his vision sharpened and something else came into focus: All the quirks were wrapped in chains the ugly, red brown color of dried blood. His eyes lingered on those chains, following the links up as they stretched into an infinity of roiling dark, then back down to the mass of stolen quirks.

Stolen and broken, he thought. Just like me.

A smile began to grow on what he assumed was his face.

These are my kind of people.

"Hey!” The quirks turned toward him, and his smile turned into a grin. “You guys interested in a co-op?"

They stared at him. Or, he assumed they were staring. Not all of them had eyes. He could feel the weight of their attention, and not all of it was friendly. That was fine. He, Dabi, and Toga had tried to kill each other right out of the gate, after all. What was a little murderous intent between allies? He tried to push himself up off the ground and that terrible pain lanced through him again. This time, at least, his screams weren’t silent.

Shaking, he looked at himself. Ghostly barbed wire wrapped him from head to toe. It even pierced through him in places, digging into his body, the thorns dripping poison that smelled like honey and ate away him like his mentor’s words. How fitting. With every drop of venom, he listened again to All For One.

“Poor Tenko Shimura… Benefitting from my guidance every step of the way but amounting to nothing!” “Not a single one of your choices have been your own.” “The tragedies. The ordeals. The rejection. The validation. All granted by me.” “I sought a seedbed fertile for hatred to grow.”

This time, Tomura didn’t let the pain overwhelm him. He let it fuel him. Gritting his teeth in a rictus smile, he fought one arm free of the barbed wire, seized the sickly metal, and began to tear it from his flesh. Panting, he pulled and pulled, yanking when he had to, tears mixing with blood until he laughed from the pain. “You want hatred, Sensei? Oh, I’ll give you hatred! I’m such a good little student! I always listen to what you teach me!”

With a final wrench, he pulled the last length free and tossed it away. He was so tired. So very tired. But he wasn’t going to lay here and stop existing. He’d tried that. It hadn’t helped.

“Don’t give up,” he giggled, and forced himself upright. “Stand up and begin again! Ain’t that right, Sensei? Good lesson. Liked that one. And I did it plenty of times without you! Got lost once or twice, but I found my way again. So what if I needed help? You needed plenty of help when All Might turned your face into a potato and ruined your lungs. I wasn’t the one sucking on life support. At least the people with me actually liked me, you ballsack looking motherfucker!”

Looking up again, Tomura found a quirk standing in front of him. It looked like a cat themed magic girl. It took his muddled brain a second, but then he remembered. “Hey, Search. Nice kitty.”

It? She? Looked at him, hands on her hips, then tapped the chains wrapping around her body.

“Huh?”

She tugged the chains until they rattled, then gave him what felt like a pointed look. Ah. Okay, he understood now. They’d passed murderous intent and were now in cooperation mode. Reaching out, he grabbed the chain with both hands. One link was as long as his middle finger and thick around as his thumb! How was he supposed to get this off without hurting the quirk? He didn’t have Decay here. He had to try though.

As he ran his hands over it, he realized that the chain felt… brittle? Like it was rusty. Carefully, he began to twist and flex it, link by link, until one began to crack. Eagerly, he worked faster, bending it harder, even trying to pull it apart. Then, unexpectedly, it snapped in half! That single broken link was a catalyst, the others breaking apart in a chain reaction until Search was free!

She jumped up and down, clapping her paws as her form became clearer and clearer, until she really did look like that cat themed hero. When she’d finished celebrating, she got up on her tiptoes and kissed his forehead— which was gross because he was all bloody and sweaty, and also because it made him blush. Then she took his hand and her body shifted, twisting and growing thinner until it became— a red thread?

It was possibly the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a long damn time. A single thread of a glorious red stretching up into infinity, dark as garnets and blood, glowing like a sunset’s reflection on the sea.

His favorite color.

Wrapping the thread around his wrist so he wouldn’t lose it, he turned to the next quirk. It was exhausting, and seemed to take forever to find each weakened link, but he wasn’t about to quit. With every quirk he freed, a thread was added to the one around his wrist. The thread became a string, then a cord, then a braid, and then a rope. He could feel tension building up between him and whatever was at the other end. Tomura could guess what— or rather, who was at the other end.

He was looking forward to finding out for sure.

There was a tense moment near the end when he reached the quirks that had belonged to One For All. “Well?” he demanded, looking at them, counting silently. There was one missing, and he didn’t know if he was disappointed by that or not. Tomura wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing his grandmother right now.

The quirks looked at each other, then nodded, and let him put his hands on their chains. These ones, at least, were thin and flaking already. Newly forged, if he had to guess the reason. They broke easily, and five more threads were added to his rope.

Then there was only one.

This quirk looked so broken. Hunched shoulders, too skinny with a jutting collarbone and visible ribs, hair all clumpy and unkempt, knobby fingers covering its face like a weeping angel, and its edges were in a constant state of fraying.

Or Decaying.

“You caused me a lot of problems, you know,” he told it quietly. The quirk huddled in on itself even more, trembling from top to bottom. “My family, my dog, my favorite controller… all of them dust. But it’s not like you had a choice either. You didn’t pick me. You weren’t even whole. But… looking back, I think you at least tried your best to keep me safe.” The trembling didn’t stop, but the covered face turned toward him. “Half of the problem was me. I was always fighting you, subconsciously rejecting you. I mean, kinda obvious why, but it didn’t really help me. You know what, though?” And now Tomura smiled again, the memory of Deika City still a shining moment for him. “We were pretty badass once we got in sync.”

The quirk stood up straight, lowering its fingers enough to peer at him with dull eyes the same color as his.

Tomura held out his free hand. “This time, let’s choose each other. I want you. No one fits me better than you. We’re two pieces broken by the same hand, two things reshaped to become weapons and not allowed to become more. No one understands us better than we do. Please, be my partner again?”

Decay skipped shaking his hand and instead threw itself at him, wrapping twiggy arms around his neck and pressing its face against his chest. Tomura bit his lip so he didn’t make any more pathetic noises and hugged his quirk as tightly as he could. “I missed you,” he admitted. “Thank you.”

A breath, then Decay slipped back inside him, settling under his skin like a contented cat. And it didn’t itch at all.

Tomura felt whole for the first time in months.

Looking up, he tugged on the rope, pulling it taut until it twanged and vibrated, and visualized the roiling clouds parting. They did, and with them went the empty, windy darkness around him.

Once again, he was in that weird half-world of vestiges and the subconscious, and before him was the broad back of his��former teacher. It was made of broken things, as always.

“Broken things and stolen things and really ugly faces, that’s what little AFOs are made out of!” he sang to himself. The shining red rope led straight up. Well, he was already exhausted, bleeding, emotionally drained to the point of near delirium, and running on fumes.

So, nothing new.

Tying the rope around his waist so he could have both hands free, Tomura began to climb. It wasn't easy, but what in his life had been? Still, it sucked. His bare feet and hands were soon torn to ribbons, the blood making his grip slippery. Legs and arms shook like branches in the wind, so much he was sure they would snap. His lungs burned, each breath a torment rattling through a bone dry throat. The rope was his saving grace. He soon found it acted like a belaying rope at a climbing wall, taking just that little bit of effort from him, keeping the tension when he paused to rest. And, when he accidentally rested his forehead against it, he thought he could hear voices whispering encouragement.

Wishful thinking or not, he would take what he could get. And he climbed.

Then, at last, he was there. “Heh… my turn to get in his head,” he chuckled, then shouted, “HEY! TRY TO ALT-F4 ME FROM MY OWN BODY, WILL YOU?! TOO BAD! I LIVED, BITCH!”

He felt All For One’s shock, his outrage, his fury… and his fear.

God that fear was sweet.

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST DIE, YOU PERNICIOUS VERMIN?” His teacher’s voice was a rumble of thunder across that weird world. Tomura could tell that his distraction was not a welcome one. Seemed like the heroes were still putting up a fight! He dug his bloody fingers into the false skin, hoping it hurt All For One as much as it hurt him.

“Blah blah, something something, Indomitable Will, remember?”

There was a split second of startled hesitation from All For One, and Tomura took advantage, rushing on, voice mocking and syrup sweet, “Why are you so upset, Sensei? I was always an obedient student, wasn't I? I'm just being what you made me, Sensei!” The monster's pseudo skin shattered, and not just beneath him. As Tomura’s rage swelled, every bloody hand and footprint he'd left on his climb became a conduit for Decay, and it spread with the same ferocity he'd unleashed upon awaking in the doctor's lab.

The sound of destruction was still so~ much~ fun~ to hear.

No hesitation from All For One this time, only fear. As he'd expected, the world around Tomura shook and jerked, a giant hand reaching for him, trying to swat him off or crush him. A casual touch from him and Decay turned it to dust.

Smiling grimly at the sound of All For One’s agonized screams, Tomura concentrated Decay around his hand until he felt like it might come apart. He might not walk away from this, but neither would the thing who killed his family and ruined his life. There wouldn’t even be a sliver of an echo of a memory left behind. He wouldn’t allow it.

“I am a weapon forged from pain and hate. I destroy what I hate, and I hate you more than anything, Sensei.”

Rearing back, Tomura Shigaraki put the full force of his non-corporeal body into the strike, plunging his hand into All For One’s skull, unleashing Decay and with it every ounce of hatred, rage, despair, and hope he had.

“Now, give me my body back already. I have people I need to see.”

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embithesinner · 1 month ago

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idk man, like i kiiiiiiinda get where horikoshi was trying to go with the ending, but i feel like if things got tweaked and moved around a bit like i'm thinking below, it probably woulda turned out better (and this is with fan ships completely out of the equation); stuff thrown under read-more 'cause i got wordy:

when we see the kid with the stitched up mouth, have it be at the ending's 'present day' (gone is the plate boy unfortunately because imho trying to make a full circle with him just didn't work for me at all; bonus points for changing that one 'full circle' cover to have stitched-mouth boy instead)

the old lady sees the kid, remembers coming across tenko all those years ago, prob has some inner monologue about how if she had done things differently back then would things maybe have been different idk but other than keeping that to herself and not outright sayign it to the kid, the main point is she still goes up to the kid and goes 'hey, are you okay? do you need help? there's a hero agency nearby, i can help you find proper help'

it sorta shows that society is still taking some baby steps in changing its way, still has a long way to go, but the signs are there

the hero agency just so happens to be dynamight's agency (todoroki could technically also work here, but hear me out) --- kid prob has reservations about trusting a guy like dynamight of all people, but lucky for him, dynamight shows he gets it (y'know, in his own usual ways), but brings up the fact that there is a place he knows and wholeheartedly trusts to make this kid feel safe

in a way this scene is supposed to bring some kind of 'closure' on kacchan's character development arc; just a 'look how far he's finally come' kinda scene

cut to some place that fosters kids who come from very troublesome/questionable upbringings/living environments that actually does their best to make them feel heard, validated, protected, and offer proper guidance/shelter

cut to i guess something like an exposition that basically explains that this place (and maybe a couple more branches too) is something that's being funded by both Uravity and Deku for people (in this case/facility, kids) to get actual proper help/guidance/education/shelter from not-so-good backgrounds. bonus points for one of the objectives of these places being to also properly educate parents who think their kid(s) 'aren't right' to maybe uhhhhhh stop fucking thinking that way of their kid(s) and treating them like shit

cut to another exposition i guess where we find out that aside from hero work being uravity's primary job and teaching as deku's, on the side these two have been doing their absolute best to try and fix the system from the inside out through either/both individual and/or joint projects like these places, and over time this awareness/movement has been trickling down towards the others from class 1-a (maybe even also class 1-b), at least in terms of being resources that not only do just 'generic hero work', but also search for and point those who are struggling in the right direction --- a slow progress, again showing it's still taking a lot of time for things in society to truly have changed for the better, but the WIPs are there and going.

imo this would prob be a 'good enough ending' that neither makes everything look so 'yep it's all fixed' nor 'nothing has changed'

i guess the extra chapter could play generally the same way? BUT the key difference is that kacchan's subliminal recruiting and the dekuraka ship moments are switched. hear me out.

dekuraka ship moment can happen maybe during a break from the party, ochako maybe steps out 'cause lingering thoughts about the toga-dream, deku maybe steps out to have that shigaraki reflection, idk but basically they can have their moment there (bonus points if it happens while the gang inside talks about the whole dating part)

near the end of the party, the gang's all like OH WE HAVE ANOTHER THING TO CELEBRATE/ANNOUNCE and deku's like huh i thought this was just for todoroki and then toshinori walks in, gives the whole shpeel about everyone (kacchan especially of course can't forget that bit and right in front of that boy too lmfao gottem) pooling in to get those support gears for deku, and gives deku the suitcase

everyone goes all TRY IT ON WE WANNA KNOW IF IT FITS/SEE HOW IT LOOKS and deku's like well okay and does just that but is all like why would y'all do all this for me?

and then that's when kacchan (again in his own kacchan ways) tries to recruit deku (and then someone says it plainly and of course make kacchan go YOU DIDN'T NEEDA SAY IT FLAT OUT YOU IDIOT)

but kacchan just looks at deku like 'well? i know you still have that fight in you, and i'm not done trying to show i've surpassed you' or some cheeky shit like that

and everyone just looks at deku like what's he gonna say is he gonna take the offer and work on becoming a hero again?

and deku just looks at everyone, at his support gears, having that shigaraki reflection moment flash in his head again or some shit

and then it ends with just a close-up on his mouth forming into a smile. what is the smile implying? that's the kicker.

anyways thanks for coming to my random shpeel of a ted talk.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #spoilers #embi rambles #if i had the time and energy and willpower i prob would've wrote this all out in an actual fix or some shit #prob woulda called it 'bnha ending but i fixed it'

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eternal-love-song · 2 years ago

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The Lake House

After waking up from the killing game, the participants all go to Rantaro's family lake house to try and heal. Miu, Kokichi and Angie have some growing pains as they try to heal together.

[Kokichi/Miu/Angie]

[VR AU, Recovery, Domestic, OT3, Polyamory, Developing Relationship, Trauma, Unhealthy Coping Mechanism, Everyone Needs a Hug, Insecurity, Misunderstandings]

o The Morning Cigarettes tasted like shit. It was a special brand of torture that he'd begun to put himself through after a few weeks spending too much time with Ryoma and Shuichi. They'd been a bad influence and he'd caught their coping mechanism a month after waking up. Better than Miu who'd dragged Korekiyo and Maki into their habit of hard drinking, not as good as Rantaro who smoked much better things than cigarettes. Better still was Kaito, Tenko, and Gonta who had taken up running with a zeal that was probably worse than all the previous methods but technically better in the long run.

Kokichi watched the sunrise as he blew smoke rings into the air. He was keeping his mind focused on the little things. The way the cold, early morning air bit at his skin, the slight burn as he took a drag on his cigarette, the way the smoke looked as he exhaled in front of the sunrise, the feel of the wood underneath his thighs. He'd been up for hours, surviving on coffee, micro naps, and the prolonged noise of everyone around him blissfully preventing him from sleeping. It was better than he had expected. Better than being at that stupid "hospital" run by Danganronpa.

When team Danganronpa told them they were getting kinked out after only two weeks, Kokichi had thought he was going to lose it. As much as he had hated being there, they had no memories and a pinata full of trauma waiting to be cracked out at the lightest tap, setting them all loose was probably the stupidest thing they could do. Kokichi had yelled, Kaito had punched one of the orderlies in the face, and Tenko flipped every nurse that approached them all for a full day regardless of gender. Rantaro was the one that saved the day, telling them all that his parents had offered their lake house to him while he recovered and he wanted to take them all with him.

Korekiyo had tried to decline until Miu got him drunk enough to have a breakdown and the rest of them had swept in with their headpats and kind words, while Angie had given him a sharp enough rebuke to make him feel like he wasn't getting away with literal murder. (Which, really, they all were in a way. Not just the blackened, but Shuichi for solving the crimes and sending his friends to their deaths, Maki and Ryoma for having the memories of doing so many murders, Him and Miu and Kaede for planning one, there were very few of them that could be called innocent here.) Himiko had to be dragged here, since she'd woken up with a renewed lack of vigor, knowing that everything had been for nothing. It was all kind of depressing really. He was kind of depressing. The only fun thing he'd really done since waking up was setting Tsumugi's shoes on fire before he left the facility. While she was wearing them. He hopes she ends up with a weird scar that reminds her of him and how shitty she is, but he knows that people like that don't feel guilt so there's point in trying.

He could hear the runners causing a ruckus down by the lake. Gripping the wooden railing of the deck and leaning forward, he could just about see them. It looked like one of them had tripped, but he was too far to see who. He saw the three of them running more often than not. They got up early and he stayed up late, so it was almost inevitable. Well, if staying up late was the same as not sleeping, at least. He thought it was. The noise they made kept him more grounded than staying in the quiet house while everyone was sleeping and smoking gave him an excuse to sit around doing nothing without too many people deciding to bother him.

"Here the fuck you are."

Seems he spoke too soon. He looked over his shoulder to see Miu, bleary eyed and messy haired, wearing a large t-shirt and shorts to sleep in as she stumbled out onto the deck. His lips curled up in a sardonic smirk. "Here I am."

"Why the fuck are you up so early?" she asked as she stumbled over to him.

"None of your business, cunt."

Miu smacked her hand against his face tiredly before dropping next to him and putting her head in his lap. "Stupid fucking asshole, making me look for you when I'm already goddamn tired."

By tired, she meant hung over. He'd seen her pass out around three in the morning with a bottle of vodka still in her hand and Himiko curled up on the table next to her. Himiko was a surprisingly energetic drunk, but only between three and five drinks, then it was just a bell curve.

Kokichi brushed her hair down with one hand. "No one told you to come looking for me."

"Shut up," she mumbled, pressing her face into his thighs. "Dreamed that your dumbass drowned in the lake."

Miu had been having dreams about his death since waking up. He supposed it was guilt even though she hadn't actually lived to see her plan come to fruition. Some nights not even passing out was enough to stop her feeling like shit and then she woke up and came crawling around him as if he could make her pathetic ass feel better when he couldn't even help himself.

"How'd I get in the lake?" he asked idly, keeping his eyes on the last lines of the sunrise. The sky was almost fully blue by this point and he always missed the pinks and purples of the early morning.

"You walked."

"Oh." Kokichi lowered the cigarette from his lips and rest his arm on the deck railing above his head. He supposed he couldn't blame her for that. He hadn't been much like himself since waking up, not that anyone really was.

Miu grabbed hold of his shirt and he could feel wetness slowly dripping onto his thighs. He pretended not to notice. Kokichi never knew what to do when Miu cried and now was no different. He just continued stroking her head in lieu of having any else to offer her.

"I'm not going to walk into the lake," he told her. "Not my preferred method of death." He thought it was supposed to be comfort or a joke, but even Kokichi would admit that he wasn't really sure.

"That's what I'm afraid of," she told him. "You'll pick the worst fucking thing you can think of and I might not even find out."

Yeah, that sounded like him. He leaned his head against the railing and put out his cigarette on his thigh, quick and hard. He jerked at the burn but stayed silent, another bad habit he had picked up. He told himself that it was safer than putting it out against the deck and ignored that he might have done it for any other reason. He dropped the unlit cigarette beside him so that if it spontaneously relit itself, he'd be the first to burst into flames and he could push Miu away from him. She didn't deserve to die another stupid death.

"Not too many bad ways I could die out here," he told her. "Once you take out the lake."

"You'd find a way," she told him.

Nice that she thought so highly of him when it was too late to be helpful. Kokichi closed his eyes and tried to push that thought away. Miu was his friend or something, best not to have those kinds of thoughts cluttering him up. Best to think as little as possible, really, since thinking had only ever gone badly for him. Just keep his eyes closed, listen to the idiots down by the lake, and stroke Miu's hair until she stopped leaking on him. Small things. Easy things.

By the time Kokichi opened his eyes again, the sky was fully blue and the runners were opening the door behind him to go back into the house. Miu was asleep again and his hand ached for a cigarette.

o The Afternoon The lake house was huge. It had two floors and a basement, enough bedrooms that they could all have a room to themselves but none of them did. Himiko wasn't allowed to stay in a room by herself. The girl had regressed so far in her depression that no one felt comfortable leaving her alone and she bounced between sleeping with Kirumi, Maki, or Gonta. The former two were forceful enough to actually get the girl moving and taking care of herself again, while the latter was so gentle with her that it seemed to guilt her into taking care of herself a little on her own. Miu had chosen a room in the basement, but she usually passed out either drinking in the rec room or passed out in her makeshift lab, a space that she shared with Angie herself or sometimes Kiibo.

Kaede spent more nights on the couch in the living room and others would join her if they had trouble sleeping or just didn't want to be alone. Angie had spent quite a few nights herself squeezing onto the couch with Kaede, unable to sleep well until she had someone beside her. The rare nights Kaede did sleep in an actual bed though, she shared with Tenko. Everyone had agreed that the girl was too indulgent to be trusted with Himiko, not that Tenko had tried to get close to her anymore. A lot of people had drifted away from those they'd hung around in the killing game. Korekiyo couldn't look at any of the girls that he'd considered "respectable" without flinching, Maki avoiding Kaito whenever possible, and Kaede and Shuichi wouldn't sit alone together in the same room.

Angie thought that it would be good in the long run. If Rantaro inviting them all here didn't prove it, then everyone accepting did, they were all too tangled up in each other after what had happened to just break away and that meant they needed to learn how to grow around each other. Angie thought that it was a good sign and she was jumping into it without looking back.

"It's too early to be drinking, Miu," Angie said as she walked into the room that Miu had turned into a makeshift lab. Half the room was messy with tools and electronics and various devices that Miu had begun to half heartedly tear apart. The other half of the room was crowded with paints, canvases, stacks of paper, and pencils.

Kokichi sometimes came in here with them to scribble on the stacks of paper, make a blueprint of something for Miu to build, or even just draw with her. It was one of the things that made Angie smile the most, Kokichi pushing his way into this space with Miu and Angie. In return, Angie had slowly been trying to push her way into the space that Kokichi and Miu shared, since when either of them actually spent any time in one of the bedrooms, they did so together. Angie had been moving between the couch with Kaede and the revolving door of Rantaro's room, which was open to anyone and everyone, but she'd made a decision a week after being here and was still working toward making that a reality.

"Screw you, give that back!" Miu yelled, jumping out of her seat and trying to grab the bottle.

Angie danced away from her easily. "Nope, nope, nope! If you're going to be drinking anyway, you aren't going to do it this early in the day."

"You're not the damn boss of me!"

Angie smiled at her and leaned to one side. "Well someone has to be, right?" She leaned to the other side. "You want someone to take care of you, don't you?"

Miu shrank back from her, biting her lip and avoiding Angie's eyes. "You don't know anything."

"Angie thinks that she knows you pretty well. Miu isn't very subtle, after all."

Miu flinched for a moment before pulling her cloak of bravado around her once more. "No one asked you!" she yelled. "Even if I did want someone telling me what to do, I wouldn't want to listen to your dizzy ass."

"Don't say things that you don't mean, Miu." Angie smiled wider, leaning forward as she glared at the girl. "Or else god will punish you."

Miu jumped back. "Fuck! You and Kokichi both with that shit!"

Angie put the bottle on top of the bookshelf, out of Miu's immediate reach. Then she turned around and gave Miu her normal smile, ignoring the wary look that still lingered on Miu';s face. "If you want something to drink, why don't you come have a cup of tea with me?"

"I don't want any damn tea," Miu muttered. "I want to get drunk off my ass."

Angie skipped over to Miu, taking her hand and pulling her along. "Too bad!"

Angie was pretty sure that Miu hadn't had anything to eat today and would be sick to her stomach if Angie let her drink. She couldn't just bring Miu food though. The girl liked to be stubborn, so Angie had to work in stages and the first stage was to get Miu to the kitchen. Even though Miu groaned and dragged her feet, she still followed Angie into the kitchen.

The kitchen was empty. Angie had waited until after Kirumi had come and gone so that she wouldn't be in the maid's way. Kirumi had come a long way in her insistence of serving others, but it was clear that cooking and cleaning were things that she enjoyed doing even when she wasn't doing it for others, so no one felt like they needed to try and stop her. Kirumi had also gotten much better at accepting their help when it was offered and everyone considered that a success.

Angie pushed Miu into a chair, the girl grunting at the rough treatment. "What kind of tea do you want?" Angie asked.

"The Irish kind," Miu said with a pout.

"That's coffee," she replied. "And Angie's not giving you alcohol, so try again. "

"Ugghh," Miu groaned loudly. "Fine. Whatever. Something with caffeine, I guess."

Angie chose pomegranate tea and went to work making it, humming as she did so. She could hear Miu tapping restless on the table but Angie didn't pay any mind to it. The inventor was hungry for attention at all times, Angie had learned that if she waited long enough, Miu would talk to her and doing things that way usually made them easier.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Miu asked quietly.

"Angie's doing exactly what she wants to be doing." She brought two cups of tea to the table, along with milk, sugar, and honey.

Miu huffed as she pulled her tea cup toward her, squeezing a generous amount of honey into her tea. "Of course the god freak wants to be around me when the twerp I want to be around is ignoring me."

Angie stirred a few teaspoons of sugar into her own drink. "Did you and Kokichi have a fight?"

Miu frowned as she stared into her tea. "All we do is fight. If we were fighting, things would be normal. I don't know what's wrong with that damn brat, he's just been staring at nothing all damn day."

"Maybe he's upset."

Miu slammed her hands on the table, spilling some of her tea. "We're all fucking upset!"

"And you think that means he shouldn't have any reason to ignore you?" Angie asked. She watched as Miu's face crumpled and she pushed herself away from the table, stomping over to the counter to retrieve a rag. Angie sipped at her tea while she waited for Miu's response.

Miu began wiping the spilled liquid from the table, keeping her gaze down and avoiding Angie's eyes. "He does," Miu said softly. "He has plenty of reasons to ignore me. I tried to fucking..." She tossed the rag to the side and slumped back into her chair. "We're the only fucking friendship to survive the stupid killing game! Kiibo doesn't want me to so much as look at his paneling and Gonta never eve3n comess into the damn basement because he knows I'm always down there."

Angie nodded. It was nothing that she hadn't noticed. No one liked to talk about the killing game, some of them danced around the topic like it was taboo. While Angie didn't know everything, she hadn't even heard Kokichi mentioning the killing game since leaving the facility. It was difficult to look someone in the eye when they knew you at your worst, or when they caused you to be your worst self. Angie wasn't really like that. She wanted to seek the other out even more, be even closer to them. She recalled dying all alone, being isolated because she had pushed so many people away, and she reached out for people all the more furiously.

No, she wasn't trying to take care of Himiko, but that's because Himiko wouldn't benefit from Angie trying to get close to her right now. She didn't talk to Korekiyo because he looked like he might throw up when she stayed in the same room with her too long. Tenko and Kiibo and Gonta all acted awkward around her. they were the ones that weren't ready for her and she respected that. That was why she had ended up spending so much time with Miu and Kokichi. Miu needed someone to take care of her and even though she and Kokichi had tangled themselves up together, they weren't helping each other, just holding on. Kokichi wasn't reaching out to anyone or pushing anyone away, he was just standing still. That made it easy for Angie to stand with him, to weave her way between him and Miu.

"Are you worried that he'll start to push you away?" Angie asked.

"He always is! He's... if everyone else has already... What makes us so damn different?" Miu demanded, tears in her eyes. "Why did I think that we would be able to hold on when everyone else..." Miu swiped her hand over the table, flinging the tea cup to the floor and causing it to shatter on the ground. "I hate this! I hate this so much. All I do is drink, have nightmares, and fucking cry."

Angie got up from the table and went to Miu's side, wrapping the girl up in a hug. It wasn't like the divine embraces that she had offered to her student council. It wasn't pretty and comforting, it was tight and desperate and more than a little clingy. Angie wanted to comfort Miu, but she knew that she was the one that really needed this hug, that was desperate to have someone to hold onto to.

Miu didn't hug her back, but she didn't push Angie away either. Just beat her fist on the table as she cried. "Why did I try to kill someone that I lo--" Miu cut herself off with a sob and Angie held her tighter. She hoped that she was helping. Wanted so much to be helpful enough that the girl would stop pushing her away, enough that she would be able to weave herself around her, around someone, anyone, and maybe they would hold on to her back.

o The Night The basement was kind of crowded. While a lot of people either avoided the basement or had better things to do during the day, the night was different. During the night Korekiyo would come to sit and drink with her, lamenting over the things he thought in the game and trying to drink enough to drown the voice of his "sister" out of his head. Himiko would come down to either drink or find a secluded corner to hide in until one of the people that had chosen to watch her came to collect her. Rantaro would sometimes come down there to smoke, wanting to get everyone out of the bottle for a night with a different offer of to calm everyone down, and it was fifty fifty whether or not she'd actually put the bottle down. Sometimes one or two others would drift down but those were the usual suspects.

It was late now. She'd seen Angie upstairs curled around Kaede on the couch when Miu refused to turn in around midnight. Kokichi had been in some depressing talk on the deck with Shuichi and Ryoma around one. Maki had scooped up Himiko before two.

It was close to or after three in the morning now. Rantaro had followed Korekiyo to his room more than ten minutes ago and she was just... sitting here. She felt too sick to keep drinking. If even thought too hard about the bottle in her hand she'd probably puke, but that didn't mean that she wasn't tempted. At least if she was busy bending over a toilet she'd be too busy to think about how quiet it was now, how restless she felt, how lonely... It seemed like Angie was only ever around when she didn't want to deal with the bitch, but the moment Miu actually wanted some company the ditzy bitch was shaking up with someone else. Typical. Fucking typical.

Miu punched a wall. She took a shot that had her throwing up ten minutes later, then she broke the mirror on her way out of the bathroom.

"Wow Miu, I didn't think you were ugly enough to break a mirror just by looking at them."

Miu instinctively hid her hand before she turned around to look at the little gremlin. "Thought you were busy taking it up the ass with Ryoma or whatever."

Kokichi smirked at her, but his heart wasn't in it. It almost never was nowadays. "Oh yeah, you know I can't sleep right unless I'm full up on both ends."

"You never fucking sleep," she spat.

Kokichi smiled as if she'd proven his point. She guessed she'd had.

Miu tried to brush past him. "Outta my way, you damn abortion."

Kokichi slammed his hand against the wall, blocking the doorway and glaring at her. "Show me your hand, you cow. You think I'm stupid?"

Miu thought about arguing. She thought about trying to kick Kokichi to the curb like he did to her. But... he didn't kick her to the curb. He was here. Even though he could be sucking dick upstairs, he still came to check on her, and damn if she didn't want to cry in pure relieve over that fact alone. She huffed as she held out her hand. The light caught on a few small pieces of glass that had embedded themselves in her skin.

Kokichi grabbed her wrist and pulled her over to the counter. "The fuck did you think you were going to do? Go to bed and roll in glass shards?"

"I didn't see them," she muttered.

Kokichi rolled his eyes as he bent over her hand, pulling out tweezers from someone and picking out the tiny shards of glass. "Surprised you can see anything with how fucking bloodshot your eyes are. Drinking, crying, sleep deprivation, whatever the hell Rantaro probably gave you."

"You're one to talk. You avoid the bed like you owe it money."

"Yeah, it mugged me last Tuesday, I've never been the same."

Miu was quiet for a moment, just listening to the soft plink of glass hitting the sink. "You could talk to me, you know," she said quietly.

"Oh, like how you talk to me?"

"Fuck you, I talk!"

"You walk around the subject just like every damn body else," he said, slamming the tweezers down on the sink. "And you think if you get to the bottom of enough bottles you'll stop feeling guilty, but you fucking won't. You tried to kill me, Miu! And you failed. Get the fuck over it."

Miu inhaled sharply, feeling tears stinging at her eyes the way his words stung at her heart. Rather than recoil though, she felt herself picking up her own weapons to fight back. "Like you're so much better? You smoke half a damn pack a day and think that's going to help anyone. Learn anything staring at the fucking sky all day? You're even more of a damn load than you were in the killing game."

"Good thing someone finally had the guts to squish me flat," Kokichi hissed. "Maybe if you're lucky someone will do the job right this time and put us both out of our misery!"

"Stop it!" They both turned to see Angie standing in the doorway. She looked angry like Miu had never seen her before as she took in the situation before her. "Why are you doing this?"

Miu avoided her eyes. "It's not your damn business."

Angie ignored her, stomping over to Kokichi and pulling him into a hug, much like she had done to Miu earlier. "Angie isn't going to let you die. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever."

"You think you get a say?" Kokichi asked. He didn't return the hug. Neither did Miu. God, it was so stupidly painful to watch the way she tried to pull them close to her. She should know they didn't have anything to give her. They didn't even have anything to give each other. All they were good for breaking. Objects, each other, all they ever did was break and shatter and ruin whatever the hell they touched. It made her sick. It was no wonder Kokichi would rather fucking die than be with her.

Without thinking, she slammed her hand against the wall again. It hurt and left a smear of blood on the light blue paint, but she didn't care. She did it again. And again. She kept doing it until she felt two sets of arms wrapping around her.

"What the fuck are you doing, you stupid whore?" Kokichi yelled. His voice sounded more panicked than angry, but Miu didn't care.

"Shut up! Just shut the hell up!" Miu yelled. "If you hate me so much then stop fucking--"

"I don't hate you, you dumb bitch!"

"You do!" She pulled away from them both to whirl around on Kokichi. "You avoid me. You leave in the middle of the night. You don't trust me enough to sleep with me because you think I'll--"

"That's not on you!" Kokichi yelled. "My problems are my own damn problems."

"I gave you those problems!"

Kokichi tackled her hard enough to knock the breath out of her and she found herself pinned against the wall, wrapped in his arms. "I love you, you fucking bitch! Alright? Are you fucking happy now?" Miu felt stunned. Kokichi was gripping her like he thought she'd crumble to dust in his arms. She guessed that between the two of them, only one of them had lived through the other's death. "You're such a headache, Miu. Making me say this stupid shit out loud when you should fucking know it already."

"How am I supposed to know it?" she asked, wrapping her arms around him and clinging tightly. "How I supposed to know how the fuck you feel, huh?"

"Shut up!"

They stayed that way for a long time, helplessly clinging to each other. When she finally looked up, she was surprised to see that Angie was still. She'd retreated to the doorway, but she was watching them with dull, glassy eyes. The look was... Miu could admit that it scared her a little. She didn't know how to describe it.

"A-Angie?"

Kokichi squeezed her tighter for a moment before he pulled away and looked over his shoulder to see Angie. He marched over to her, grabbed Angie arm and yanked her over to the toilet. He put down the lid, pushed Angie onto it, and then pushed Miu onto her lap.

"Hey!" Miu objected.

Angie's arms went around her and she could feel the girl crying behind her. It made her stiffen and she shot Kokichi a panicked look.

Kokichi just shook his head. He reached into the cabinet for the disinfectant and bandages, holding his hand out for hers. Miu gave it to him without complaint.

"I don't sleep," he said quietly, "Because if I sleep, I'll have nightmares. I'll remember the press coming down on me or the sharpness of the arrows, or the poison, or being fucking choked all the goddamn time. I'll wake up wanting to wrap a cord around someone's neck so they know what it's like or wanting to crush them. I'll wake up kicking and screaming because feeling any pressure remind me of being fucking crushed."

"You never told me that," she said softly.

"Yeah, well you never asked," he said sharply. She winced, both from his words and the sting of the disinfectant he sprayed on her knuckles. "And I haven't slept properly since we left the facility, so..." He let out a harsh breath. "I don't know, maybe it would be fucking different now. Maybe not. I thought Angie sleeping with you would be enough."

Miu squirmed a bit, being reminded that she was in the girl's arms. She was so quiet and still, it was freaking Miu out a bit. "She's not even with me all the time," Miu mumbled.

"Do you want her to be?" Kokichi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"H-huh?" she squeaked.

"Do you want Angie to be with you more?" he asked.

Miu began wringing her hands. "W-well, I..."

Kokichi rolled his eyes and went back to wrapping her hand. "That's your fucking problem, you never say what the hell you want. You make us fucking guess and then Angie feels left out and I... and I have to say stupid shit that I don't want to say."

"Angie doesn't want to be alone," the girl said quietly from behind Miu. "She just... wants to help."

"You were upstairs with that piano bitch," Miu argued.

"You pushed Angie away when she tried to get you to bed earlier," she said. "But Angie came back."

Miu sighed and leaned back in Angie's arms. She did come back. Kokichi came back, too. No one else really gave a damn about her and even those that did... Rantaro chose Korekiyo over her every time and Kirumi chose Himiko.

"I'm an asshole," Miu sighed.

"Yeah," Kokichi agreed. "Wanna state the obvious some more?"

"Fuck you," she said, though her heart wasn't in it anymore. Miu was tired. She was tired and it felt good to be held and it was probably four in the morning by now and she wanted to sleep. She grabbed Kokichi's hand. "Stay with me?"

"That's not a good idea."

Angie reached out to take Kokichi's other hand. "You listened to Angie when she had her breakdown," the girl said softly. Miu wondered when the hell this had happened, but she did know that the two of them spent a lot of time in the lab together. A lot could have happened while she was chasing her way through bottles. "Angie doesn't mind if you kick her out of bed or scream."

"You're completely batty," Kokichi said.

Miu looked over her shoulder in time to see Angie smile. "She knows."

Kokichi sighed. "Well clearly the two of us are too fucked up to be on our own."

"Everyone here is fucked up," Miu said. Not even Kirumi was immune to nightmares and bad blood. Everyone knew that guilt was the reason she was taking care of Himiko, because she was the only one that wouldn't complain about her help on some level. Kaede couldn't stand to look at Rantaro or Shuichi too long without crying. She'd caught Kaito staring at Kokichi and looking sick more times than she could count. None of them were okay. Maybe they never would be. But they could try. Miu wanted to fucking try!

Kokichi sighed again. "Yeah," he said, taking a deep breath. "Let's go to bed."

Miu stood up, Angie keeping an arm around her as she followed. They all retreated into the room that Miu had claimed. The room that she had been thinking of as hers and Kokichi's, even though he rarely slept in there with her. She was surprised to realize that Angie's things were just as equally scattered around as Kokichi's. There were canvases that Angie painted on the walls, paintbrushes on the night stands, her yellow coat thrown over a chair. Miu felt like such an asshole for trying to push her away so often.

"Angie likes to be squished," she said, looking directly at Kokichi as she said so.

"Then you get to go on the bottom," he replied.

"The fuck does that mean?" Miu asked. "What are we stacking on top of each other in a damn line?"

"Is that not how you sleep?" Kokichi asked.

Angie laughed, falling onto the bed and tugging Miu with her. She pulled Miu's head onto her chest and wrapped one leg around Miu's waist. Miu blushed. "The fuck!"

Angie just laughed at her and stroked her hair. "Just relax Miu, everything is fine."

Kokichi perched on the edge of the bed behind Angie, propping himself up against the wall. He placed a hand on Angie's shoulder and smiled at them both. "If I fall asleep, I'll either fall on you both and crush you or I'll fall out the bed and die."

Angie pulled on one of his arms until she had him in a death drip. "There. Now you'll definitely crush us."

Kokichi laughed and Miu found herself relaxing more and more. She wasn't losing anything. She wouldn't.

"I love you too," she said quietly.

Kokichi pretended not to hear her, but she met his eyes and he looked away too quietly. He heard her.

Angie nuzzled her. "Angie may not love you both yet, but she wants to."

Miu burrowed closer at those words. She didn't think anyone had ever wanted to love her. Kokichi did, but she knew that both of them had wound up with their feelings after kicking and screaming the whole way down. It was a different feeling to have someone choose you. Choose you at your worst, too.

"Yeah, well, I'm not saying that again," Kokichi told her. "So you'd better get good at picking up context clues."

Angie giggles. "Angie thinks she'll manage."

Miu closed her eyes. This was good. This could be really good.

#ELS Writing #Ounaga #Irouma #Irunaga #Kokichi Ouma #Miu Iruma #Angie Yonaga #Danganronpa V3 #Fanfiction #OT3s Are My Heart #polyamory #Angiemiu #Irounaga

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anti-katsuki-lounge · 2 years ago

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My three least favorite are Nighteye, Shigaraki, Ochako.

Nighteye appears in the story with no foreshadowing or hints even from Fanboy Midoriya. An entitled prick who groomed a student for the sole purpose of using them to replace another hero without their knowledge or consent. Then acts like a jilted ex and takes his anger out on Midoriya all because All-Might refused to listen to him about Mirio. Then before there is a chance that Nighteye can improve, he's dead and basically disappears like he never existed. He was an awful prick to Midoriya but they shared a lot in common and I always get upset thinking about the wasted potential.

Shigaraki: I wasn't really crazy about him in the beginning, but he started to grow on me after the Overhaul arc but then that all crashed to a halt when AFO took over and Izuku wanted to "save" him after nuking a city. He started off as a crazy manchild and he seems set to end as a crazy manchild. All the work Hori put in to make Shiggy the Big Bad and he just pull the rug under us and expects us to feel super sorry for little boy Tenko. So many potentially great villains like Overhaul and Re-Destro were sacrificed for Shiggy's sake, and it was for nothing. I JDC anymore, Shiggy just repeats the same talking points every time he fights the heroes, at least AFO and Dabi are fun to watch when they are in action.

Ochako: I hate putting her with the two above, but she also started off promising with a unique motivation, but Hori must have got cold feet because he retconned her motivations and she is boring and bland like the majority of her classmates. Only worse because now she seems to be acting self-righteous saint preaching about heroes needing saving which is fine but the story acts like this is some revolutionary idea. Its why I find her microphone speech so cringy because I'm like what did she do to merit this moment why the hell would people give a damn about what's she saying. Then her whole story with Izuku about being in love but not really, it just makes Ochako look wishy washy with no backbone about what she wants. Instead, just putting Izuku and Ochako together and sparing us the time, we have the usual wasted tropes of the not relationship. I have a hard time reading her in fanfiction because she is either bland or writers make her more interesting than Hori cared to do.

Yeah, Nighteye is a jackass at best and an absolute creep at worst. He’s not a good character at all. Someone who doesn’t believe in Izuku due to a quirk that allows them to see the future could’ve been handled much better.

Agreed with Tomura. He had such a great setup, only to be turned into a puppet. It really hurt his character.

Ochako is an interesting case that I want to cover in the future over on my other blog cause there’s a lot I think she does right, but Hori does drop the ball on her a few times.

#mha critical

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princess-of-the-corner · 2 years ago

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requesting infodump on the LoV because they seem interesting without full context

a group of villains, some directly linked to pro heroes - does that mean they accept fallen heroes? etc etc

Okay so

I am absorbing this series through fandom osmosis and slowly reading the Canon Manga.

Which means there's some members of the LoV that I know better than others, while there's a chunk I haven't deep dived into as much because they're not fan favorites I guess?

So I'm gonna speedrun through the ones I do know specifics about! I'm also gonna do 100% Canon, not my AU stuff because tbh I roll with some changes and redemptions

All for One(AfO):

Quirk: All for One, the ability to steal Quirks from other people

Main villain, big bad motherfucker. Absolute asshole. Old as balls(or at least 100). Surprisingly very fascinating to speculate on but none of that is good for a short summary. We don't know his real first name, as he just uses his Quirk's name as his own, but his last name was 'Shigaraki'.

Tomura Shigaraki:

Quirk: Decay, things he touch will be destroyed.

Daddy Issues #1. Orignal name was Tenko Shimura. Grandson of a Hero, Nana Shimura. So you've followed the whole 'One for All passes down through users' thing? Nana was the user before All Might. Tenko's dad was kind of a dick tho basically taking his own issues out on the kids. Tenko was targeted by our Main Villian, All for One, and got 'the world's most illegal adoption' after Tenko's Quirk manifested and he accidentally killed his bio family. AfO has Stockholm Syndromed the shit out of the kid over the next fifteen years and has groomed him into being his successor(plus some other funky meta shit regarding Quirk Nonsense I barely understand).

Dabi:

Quirk: Blueflame

Daddy Issues #2! Original name was Toya Todoroki. His father is the Pro Hero Endeavor. Main character Shoto is his younger brother. There's a LOT to unpack on the entirety of the Todoroki Family Drama™ that I do not have the energy to type out. Short version: Endeavor is a fuckin asshole and abusive to the family. Toya wanted to prove his worth, but lost control in his anger and started a raging wildfire. He was presumed dead, but hey guess what? He was found by our Big Bad Villain AfO! Who tbh was probably stalking him and waiting for a recruitment opportunity because he's already done that twice already. Toya recovered somewhat, is filled with rage in part because his death seemed to mean nothing as his dad is still a dick, so he's working with the League to show the world the kind of person his dad is and then also murder him for everything he did(but also is becoming a far worse person on this revenge quest and no longer cares if his siblings get hurt or die and tbh he might also just straight up kill them too fuck it apparently.)

Himiko:

Quirk: Transform, allows the user to transform into people by consuming their blood. Also causes a bit of an obsession with blood.

Himiko's parents were incredibly disturbed by her Quirk, forcing her to behave like a 'normal' girl. She managed to suppress her morbid tendencies until middle school, when she snapped and attacked a boy she had a crush on to drink his blood. Himiko ran away, and her parents disowned her, called her a lost cause and a 'demon child' and nothing but a villain, so she embraced that fully and went very murdery. Lived on the streets for a while before finding and joining the League

Kurogiri:

Quirk: Warp Gate, a cloud of dark fog that can be used as a portal.

Kurogiri is a thing called a 'Nomu'. Basically some fucked up human experimentation. Though most of them are kinda brainless super-soldiers, Kurogiri is the only one who is like. An actual proper person still, though not quite the person he once was. Kurogiri was made out Oboro Shirakumo, a UA student who supposedly died over a decade ago. Oboro was a friend of Aizawa, Present Mic and Midnight when they were all in school together.

Honestly there's a good chunk more but I don't know as much about them without spelunking the wiki. Like I know names and Quirks but my grasp on personality and backstory are not at the point where I can ramble off the cuff when I should be trying to sleep

Re: are they open to 'fallen Heroes'

Theoretically since there's a subplot about Pro Hero Hawks infiltrating the League and pretending to be on their side while gathering info and working to take them down. Hawks is a very public Hero so they all know who he is, but I guess he convinces them that he wants to turn villain and hand over Hero secrets to them. (Some believe him, others don't)

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ask-the-shorty-squad · 2 years ago

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*Tsumugis phone starts vibrating. Its Tenko-*

H-Hey! Tenko! What's up! Got any new evidence?

"Dont act stupid. Maki told me everything. I'm heading there right now. And if Himiko is still unconcious I'm burning all your houses down."

Tenko, please dont worry. She is awake now.

"She better. Or your house is first."

Oh come on!! I wasnt even part of it!! It was Fuyu, Teru, Hiyoko, and Monacas fault! They let it happen!

*NOBODY LIKES A SNITCH YOU BITCH.*

"So they broke the promise. Okay, Alright. That's fine. Was a mistake. It happens."

*Tenko then hangs up.*

S-She was... Strangely okay with it...

*Shut up Tsumugi, you snitch.*

W-Well you guys broke your promise!! I had nothing to do with it! I wasnt gonna pay the price for your mistake! A-And she seemed really calm! I doubt you have to worry-

*The door busts open coming off its hinges.*

I TRUSTED YOU!!!! I PUT MY TRUST IN YOUR HANDS AND YOU SHATTERED IT!!! WHERE IS SHE?!?! WHERES HIMIKO?!?!

Nyeh?? Who're you?? What do you need me for?? Did you need my Magic?

S-SHE HAS AMNESIA?!?!?!?!

*Tenko walks over to Fuyuhiko and slaps him across the face as hard as she possibly could.*

You deserve to die a slow and painful death. Whatevers coming to you. You deserve it. You're not a leader. You're a fake. A fucking moron. Even Nagito would do a better job as leader. Atleast he'd give us the hope we need. What'd you give us? You let more killings happen back in the program. Just what kind of leader did you think you were? Cause you werent a real one thats for sure. Himiko were leaving.

*Tenko holds Himikos hand and leaves.*

T-That hurt to watch... Are you alright Fuyuhiko...? She slapped you pretty hard...

...

Hun... is everything... alright?

... I think I need some time to myself.

*He leaves and enters an empty room to think.*

#fuyuhiko kuzuryu #teruteru hanamura #sdr2 goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa

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mikeellee · 9 months ago

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Ok off to reply this comment bc this fic is really is my masterpiece (a writer admiring this is rare)

1) about the employee is important, in her own way. One thing I want to highlight is how TENKO is from a important family, clan. They aren't cartoonist rich or "the president of the US calls the Shimuras to know what they think" but they have contacts, realistic contacts a man like Kotaro can form (he has friends who are lawyers ) and Nao(who was rich before Kotaro arrive in the picture. She was an actress and writer famous) too

Inko is a regular person but she has a story as well. I'm going be honest here ...I don't like Inko but as I don't want to fall to the "Inko is the worst parent" or "Inko is the best mom ever" I want to explain why she is like that. She losing her husband and coping poorly could be an explanation even more if Hisashi was a good husband and was super excited to be a father.

My Hisashi adored Izu (for the lil time they spend together) and really loved his wife. He was her rock....

No, he didn't die bc of a villain....it was a car crash.

Kotaro wants to be a good dad, look, unlike Endy...Kotaro in canon tried to do smth for Shig(shig rejected) and I can see him doing an effort ....his hate for heroes also makes sense for the family (Nao's maiden name is Magi) as they aren't fond of the heroes either but the man doesn't hate his mother far from it....he thinks she had a horrible fate for nothing and it breaks his heart. Kotaro is afraid bc Afo is the biggest bully ...Kotaro will be so mad, you won't believe when it set in ...Afo is stupid. Don't expect me to write afo as a smart and scary villain bc in canon he isn't....he is a bully

(paralels with someone)

Nao is a girl's girls ....spoiler she won't like Inko very much.

Tenko is beating himself up bc he doesn't get why he did half the things he did. Why he caused so much problems to her? This is not redemption, it's domestication bc Shig/TENKO wants to help her....of he, who knows glimpses of her past, is offended and angry imagine if he found out what she endured in the first timeline?

Izumi is always haunting the narrative as she should. She is essential for the plot. And LOOK TENKO is doing what AM once wanted to teach Izu incorrectly...Tenko is and will be so selfless. Tenko is grieving too.

Tenko is feeling a lot.

Yeah...I mean he is not wrong. Afo was worse but it will get better.

Monchan and Hanachan are the cuties.

MONCHAN is the best corgi.

Tenko: Monchan...you are the best

Monchan agrees.

Hi, guys Time Travel has been updated, once again thanks to @doodlegirl1998 for the help.

Kotaro redemption is on going. @bibibbon

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d00medships · 5 years ago

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#dabihawks do reality TV

back and at it again with another quarantine-induced AU idea that i don’t plan on writing with any finesse. regrettably, this was inspired by all the trash reality tv i watch.

Here’s the rundown --

Touya doesn’t die and Dabi isn’t a thing. Rather, after turning 18 and getting the hell up out of Enji’s house, Touya strikes out on his own with the only goal of never seeing his father again, yet somehow still remaining an over-grown thorn in his old man’s side. Unfortunately for Touya, the only Todoroki the public acknowledges are either Endeavor or his prodigious son Shouto, meaning that no one’s really interested in hearing from the eldest son they never knew about. In any other case, this wouldn’t bother Touya at all (as any chance to distance himself from his father is a win in his book), but damn, if Touya didn’t wish for things to be easy just once.

So, Touya goes somewhere between 4-5 years working odd jobs, probably taking a few courses at the community college here and there, a little bit lost but ultimately doing alright...and then he sees the ad on Instagram.

“Ready to party and got a penchant for drama? Calling all singles between 20 - 27! Big television network is now casting for a new, hot reality show to film during the summer. All genders, races, and quirks welcome.”

Now, Touya knows exactly what this is -- it screams nothing but summer beach house shenanigans and foolishness, like those American reality television shows he likes to drunkenly watch on weeknights but with an overseas twist; the kind of show that’s likely make even the messiest of participants a star while also bringing nothing but utter shame to your family name.

For Touya, it’s really a no-brainer as to if he should audition.

Predictably, once producers run their background check on Touya and see that Endeavor’s son is auditioning for their trash-tv reality show, a guaranteed future of dollar signs and high ratings has executives drooling, and contracts are signed with the utmost haste.

Fast forward to the summer, when Touya -- all packed and ready to ruin his father’s reputation -- enters the house and lays eyes on his castmates. They’re certainly an eclectic bunch (Yu, a failed pro-hero turned desperate reality TV personality; Kazuho, a seemingly-shy pop-star with an absolutely scandalous album to promote; Tenko, a total misanthrope and gaming nerd), but when Touya lays eyes on Hawks and Miruko in this midst of this ragtag bunch, he knows this is about to be a motherfucking headache.

Miruko is not some much of a issue, outside of being a hero who is apparently just in need of a vacation (and if there’s one thing consistent about Touya from canon to this fanon is that he still HATES heroes), but Hawks is a whole ‘nother problem.

Why? Because Hawks isn’t just Hawks, that’s Touya’s former childhood friend right there (emphasis on FORMER), who Touya last saw give-or-take 10 years ago, after a huge fight over being commission pet projects and what it means to be a hero that left the two of them with faces red from screaming.

Sure, Hawks might have escaped the hero system after four (official) years in the game -- rising up all the way to the No. 2 spot before suddenly giving up his own license, exposing all the HPSC’s higher-ups, and suddenly becoming the country’s most popular (yet unspoken) vigilante and hero activist -- but that doesn’t mean Touya is ready to see him. After all, Touya doesn’t know Hawks, he knows Keigo and who knows if Keigo even exists anymore.

Anyways, apparently Hawks is here on the same tip as Touya -- i.e. to continue to besmirch the HPSC’s name and live out his 20′s being a mess like everyone should -- and while it’s caught on camera that two at least recognize each other from somewhere, it’s clear that in that two seconds of eye contact, Touya and Keigo made a mutual agreement to pay their past no mind and avoid each other this summer as much as possible.

Too bad they’re stuck in a single house for two months straight, and all they really have the option to do this summer is party, party, party with copious amounts of alcohol and impaired decision-making.

Needless to say, it’s easy for Touya and Hawks to be drawn to each other like magnets, even if it’s somewhat antagonistically. Despite ten years of distance between them, they were still best friends at some point, and Hawks end up drawn to Touya’s flame no matter how hard he tries to resist. Whether it’s fighting over who is responsible for buying groceries that week (plot twist: it was Tenko’s turn) to how Hawks totally ruined Touya’s chances with some rando at the bar (which was questionably intentional on Hawks’ part), the two end up making quite the pair for reality TV and viewers EAT. IT. UP.

This all comes to a head one night coming home from the club when a drunk Hawks -- no, this...this is Keigo all the way -- just breaks down on a miraculously-sober Touya and asks where it all went wrong between the two of them. He reveals how Touya was the inspiration for his choice to escape from under the HPSC, how Touya made him rethink what it means to be a hero, how Touya has never left his damn mind in 10 years, and how he’s so sorry he couldn’t see Touya’s pain past his own ego all those years ago.

Touya just tells Keigo to shut up, that they were kids, and that he’s sorry too. The two of them hug it out, and suddenly the weight on both of their shoulders has been lifted.

And just like that, things change between Touya and Keigo overnight. Fighting soon becomes friendly banter which soon leads to confused flirtation. No longer is the goal to hook up with hot randos at the club, but instead to have fun and party together -- cutting up on the dance floor. Any drama in the house -- and boy, is there still drama, like the time Miruko stole both Yu and Tenko’s dates in ONE night -- but more often Touya and Hawks always end up taking each other’s side.

Some nights, they end up sharing the same bed, with some lame excuse that they’re too drunk/high/whatever to walk to their own. Other nights, they stare longingly at each other under the club lights when they think one of them isn’t looking. Most nights, they sneak off -- just the two of them -- to hang out and just...be together.

The night Touya and Keigo finally break through their mutual sexual tension and have sex produces some of the highest ratings the network has seen in HISTORY. It’s the perfect Enemies to Friends to Lovers reality storyline played out on live TV. A technician even starts crying from sheer happiness while in the control room.

Their housemates seem perplexed but cool with things; the only one not shocked by the recent developments being Tenko, who ‘could see this shit a mile away.’ Ultimately, It doesn’t really change much, save for the fact that Hawks (who will always still be Hawks when a camera is on him, Keigo is just for Touya) now has someone who can hold him up as he does a drunken handstand on the bar.

In the end, Touya and Hawks spend their summer getting wasted, falling in love, and making utter fools on national TV.

Endeavor sits home and watches every episode, absolutely LIVID as his son proudly claims to be TODOROKI Touya while getting a goddamn lapdance. Fuyumi can’t stand to even watch -- ew, who wants to see their brother do that -- but always seems to be around whenever Miruko pops up on the screen. Natsuo thinks this is the coolest thing ever, and Shouto just wonders how he’s gonna explain this all at school.

His job now done and his dad throughly embarrassed, Touya becomes a one-time reality star and slinks back out of the spotlight. Soon enough, posts with Touya begins to decrease from Hawks’ instagram (not that he really uploads anything to start with), and viewers start to bet that he and Hawks won’t last past one month after the show.

When they both pop up at the reunion with a matching set of rings and tell-tale smiles, the internet breaks..again.

#dabihawks #dabi #hawks #takami keigo #todoroki touya #toukei #hotwings #bnha #miruko's just here to party #kazuho is pop step with an album to promote #tenko is there cause he had nothing better to do #the 10 years later: where are they now special on this show is fucking nuts #but all that matters is that by that point touya and keigo are deffo married and 10 years strong #welcome to my mind -- i clearly need another hobby #dabihawks week 2020 #i'm technically counting this as my submission for day 6...two days early

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