#they fight over who worries more and then inko yells at them <3

[beybuniki]

finals season for grad student Izuku (The Lore in the tags)

[wolfsama8]

The mechanic

Chapter 5 the underdog first fight

Older Izuku pov

*Ah the first fight i remember it well i walked up to be next to the rat he was so close to me i could kill him before yujiro could kill me but i hold off as nezu starts telling people my old stats*

Nezu:Izuku midoriya the traitor of U.A. sentence to life in prison for his actions against U.A.

Izuku:I.WAS.FRAMED!!

*I yelled at him my faces inches from his i could feel the metal of a barrel at the back of my head as i took a step back so did the guards nezu continued like nothing happened*

Nezu:with a height of 5'5

Izuku"wrong it's 5'8 now"

Nezu:with a weight of 115 pounds

Izuku"add another 85 pounds do that rat"

Nezu:his ability...none he is completely quirkless like i said this match is gonna be one sided and i have to say i will enjoy ever minute of it

*Nezu walked off and the guards escorted us to the arena I glanced one more time to momo and I saw her looking at me her eyes she looked hurt and conflicted i simply sneered at her and scoffed before following the guard*

Meanwhile with mama inko few minutes before

3rd person

*We see her with Mitsuki and Masaru inko was having tea with Masaru whole Mitsuki was just scrolling through channels*

Masaru:so inko how are things with you're son

Inko:i wished I knew he hasn't come to visit in over 2 years now and whenever i try to call or visit I'm rejected i don't know what i could have done to upset my son so much..

Masaru:he is 16 he's probably just going through a phase

Inko:not my Izuku something is wrong but no one will tell me anything you're a lawyer can't you do anything to help me?

Masaru:without prove that something is wrong I'm sorry n..

Mitsuki:HOLY SHIT!!!!

*Both of them ran to Mitsuki to see why she was screaming what they saw shocked them*

TV Nezu:Izuku midoriya the traitor of U.A. sentence to life in prison for his actions against U.A.

*The 3 adults where shocked thinking this has to be some kind of sick joke*

Mitsuki:that's bullshit my nephew would never do that!!

Inko:i..izuku..h..he was in jail..

*Inko was having a panic attack thinking such negative things about herself Mimbling how she must have been a horrible mother until Mitsuki slapped her had to bring her back to reality*

TV Izuku:I.WAS.FRAMED

Mitsuki:don't you ever say that! You we're the best mother Anyone could ask for you heard him he was framed he knows it, I know it Masaru knows it and you sure as hell knows it!!

Inko:y..yes yes..y..you're right it's just..

*Inko starts to cry Mitsuki hugs her and glares at her husband*

Mitsuki:why are you just standing there Mr lawyer go to the computer and book us tickets we are going to see him and you are gonna free him!!

Masaru:y..yes right of course!!

*Masaru left running for his home office as inko and Mitsuki sat down with nothing left to do but keep watching*

Inko:izuku...

Back with izuku

3rd person

*We see him in his cel 5 minutes to the fight as stain was helping him cover his arms with bandages to hide his now burned arms*

Stain:remember don't get hit

Izuku:i know

Stain:he's heavier so use you're speed to you're advantage

Izuku:i know

Stain:this isn't the outside world this is a fight to the death you fight dirty worry about honor later focus on staying alive now you understand me?

*Izuku just nods as they finish the guards come and take izuku to the arena they let izuku walked alone once they made it to the hall and izuku did he walked he could hear the audience cheers becoming louder with each step until he was blinded for a second by the bright lights and everyone saw him*

Announcer: ladies and gentlemen izukuuuuuuuuu midoriyaaaaaaaaa!!!

*Some cheered some booed izuku ignored that and concentrated on his opponent ikko Kobayashi who was just drinking alcohol not taking this seriously as izuku walked to the ring and stopped in front of ikko*

Referee:alright are the combatants ready?

*Not just nods not taking there eyes off each other*

Referee:and start!!

*The referee jumped out of the way ikko let the bottle drop breaking it izuku glanced at the ground and ikko threw the first punch*

*Izuku dodged it grunting his legs starting to feel pain already izuku as always ignored it and continued to dodge punch after punch*

Announcer:the fight just started and ikko already has midoriya on the ropes!

*Izuku jumped out the way as ikko slammed his feet on the broken bottle breaking it more and kicking the glass at izuku*

Izuku"a distraction..

*Izuku covered his face with one arm but one shard escaped him and cut his cheek*

Izuku"his true intent.."

*Izuku dodged as ikko slammed his fist creating a small crater at the ground*

Ikko:this is pathetic are you just gonna keep dodge...

*Ikko stopped talking as izuku punched him square in the face so hard izuku broke ikko's nose and made his face flat making ikko stumble back*

*Ikko touched his face and looked at his now bloody hand his hand starts to tremble*

Ikko:blood..this..this is my blood..

Izuku:you still think I'm..

Ikko:blood...blood...BLOOOOOD!!!!

Izuku:what the...

*Ikko disappeared and reapered next to izuku, izuku eyes widen as he blocked in time but screamed as he felt his bone get a fracture*

Announcer:oh it's all over folks izuku unintentionally activated ikko's quirk now nothing can stop him!!

*Izuku got some distance holding his arm in pain looking at ikko laughing like a maniac*

Izuku:this is gonna be harder then I thought..

To be continued

[meri-chan]

Tell me more about your villain Izuku au :3

I don’t really know what I’m doing with it 😭

But the general idea I have for the au and izuku is that I need him to have had a relationship with shigaraki. He admires him and it’s a friendship where izuku really really cares for him since he can sort of relate to shigaraki feeling like they both are outcasts, though not in the same regard as shigaraki feels contempt for it with the world and izuku blames his quirk less ness with himself but still has hope he could become something regardless of it(the world can’t be that cruel?) Shigaraki is there for izuku when no one else is. He has his mom but that’s different.. izuku still loves her though. And this is what I think would be something to bother shigaraki. He wants to be the only one in izukus life/corner. He kind of wants their friendship to become codependent. As he feels he is to izuku.

They meet up and hang out, talk about themselves share jokes and all that. As friends🗣. They always hang out after izuku finishes school.. like everyday. Day by day izuku feels closer to shigaraki as they share their lives together. They share their tragedies and they bond over it. Izuku wonders how shigaraki hasn’t used his quirk to do great things. He knows it can be used for good things. He doesn’t tell him though as he knows that shigaraki is still full with contempt over it. He kind of hates that. But he thinks.. he can fix him 😍

One day after school izuku doesn’t show up. Shigaraki isn’t really to phased about it but it doesn’t help his need to be heard by someone. The next day izuku doesn’t show up again. He’s frantic for no reason. He thinks izuku doesn’t want to be his friend anymore. I think of him being unable to see things with a clear head space here. Like, he’s insecure about people not loving him and with izuku not showing up he’s going to go straight to “ he doesn’t want ME anymore” even though before this they clearly are close to each other and izuku wouldn’t be able to leave him all of the sudden. because he does care for shigaraki. But he doesn’t see it here.

Izuku had gotten into a fight before this. Or well he got beat up. I was thinking of having izuku pine for his childhood bestie but it doesn’t matter if he does or not so it’s a work in progress. But let’s say he does like him a bit and what if his feelings were reciprocated? But not given to him. because I’d think that Bakugo being really young and having always felt the need to show how powerful he is wouldn’t feel as though his feelings for izuku were okay. And well, internalized h*mophobia arc. (I know this is a terrible trope but they never get together they will never get to love each other here) so with this and his constant bullying of izuku, he goes way too far one day. izuku is harmed pretty bad he stays bedridden for a few days. This explains how izuku never got to hang out with shigaraki for a few days (just two 🙄)

Izuku is at home, healing. his mom is worried for him as she cares for him all day and begs him to tell her who hurt him. N All that yk. izuku does end up telling her. He knows that what was done to him wasn’t love at all he doesn’t feel right for caring for someone who hurt him this bad :( he does this in hopes of Bakugo receiving this as something to learn.. like he hopes this shows that izuku doesn’t love him and to make Bakugo reflect on his own self. Its like saving him in izukus own way. Anyways. What’s up with shigaraki right now? He decides to go visit the midoriyas home.

Inko opens the door. She asks who he is and the guy says his name “Tomura Shigaraki” she does know him it’s izukus new friend he constantly talks about. She invites him in and shows the best hospitality to him. She asks if he’s wondering about izuku and tells her what happened to him and that now she’s caring for him. She goes over her worries regarding the incident that izuku was in while in the kitchen fixing up some tea for her sons bestie. She sets some hot tea by him and notices his sudden silence. She’s waiting for his response but he grabs the tea cup and it decimates. The water burned him real bad and as she processes her shock she heads to the kitchen again to grab some towels and then runs some cool water. She hopes it’s not a bad burn and signals shigaraki to come to the kitchen. This is getting really detailed but the general thing is shigaraki does go to submerge his hands in cool water and inko heads to the table to clean the spill. Shigaraki understands now where izuku gets his caring nature from. He feels jealous of everything izuku has but mostly he’s questioning his competency to be the one who cares for izuku. He has his mom to care for him why would he need him? Okay so before shigaraki in the canon had his childhood told this was all he would think about but now he’s thinking of his own mom and his own childhood (god sent motive fr..) so now he’s even more clouded with thoughts of anger, jealousy and insecurity. He directs all of this to inko. Inko is heading back to the kitchen and shigaraki grabs a knife from the counter. He’s gonna attack inko. He decides to make this personal by not using his quirk at all. There’s gonna be violence here and in the end inko is dead.

Izuku hears his mother’s screams coming from the living room. He’s in bed and despite his injuries he heads to the living room as fast as he can. He’s extremely concerned and becomes shocked as he comes to see his friend and his mother in a struggle in which shigaraki is obviously going to win. He lunges himself at shigaraki, who pushes him back causing midoriya to wince in pain due to his reopens injuries. He tries again despite the new pain he’s in and succeeds in injuring shigaraki by biting him who in return kicks him back on the floor again. Have you guys seen that drew Phillips video where he’s on the ground and it’s like he’s confronting Josiah on how he threw him off like a balcony Josiah is like who invited ur dusty ass back here? And drew is like u literally broke my legs bitch and Josiah is like I didn’t do shit and spits his gum at drew who crawled in the room but drew catches it with his mouth and spits it back at him so Josiah is like imma break them twice bitch so it cuts to a confessional of enya and she’s like if the bitch wants beef tell her I’m the cook and she could get it 😤🔪 okay anyways so Josiah is like the bitch was talking shit .. so I did what I had to dew 🙄 so drew says imma bite this bitch on her goddamn ankles🦮 so he does but Josiah kicks him and I think drew died??? That’s how shigaraki kicks izuku.!.!/!/!/!/!

Inko is on the ground she’s losing a lot of blood and once shigaraki shakes izuku off he gets back to like.. stabbing her cutting her... um she does end up dying.

Izuku is crying he’s yelling out for help and continues to look in more fear at shigaraki as he heads closer to izuku. He kneels down and hugs him like he’s trying to comfort him. How could he hurt izuku? He could never do that to him.

So that’s act 1 the rest is still a work in progress. Izuku becomes codependent for real this time and shigaraki manipulates him more. But this time izuku hates him. That’s Act 2!!

Thank you for waiting!! this took longer than I had wanted it to be😭 ily!!

[yaimlight]

So I’m feeling a little melancholy today, a little bit dark and brooding and have started to get into the whole villain Deku thing so I have seen thinking what if?

(Mentions of blood, sex and suicide)

So imagine this, we go back to that fateful day in middle school and Katsuki knows he has gone to far this time but he is just so angry that Deku will not stop going on about becoming a hero and he needs him to stop. He regrets his words as soon as he said them but he can’t take them back because apologising would be weak of him and he is not weak god damnit.

Things go pretty much the same from there except Deku walks the other way so he doesn’t see Katsuki getting attacked by the villain. He doesn’t run to his friends rescue and he doesn’t inspire All Might to take action though he does come to Katsuki’s aid eventually, saving him because he is a hero and that’s what heroes do.

Katsuki gets home late that night, angry about the whole ordeal and feeling a little scared though he will never admit to that. He can still taste the slime in his mouth as it tried to force its way down his throat. His lungs still hurting from how he had struggled to breath. All he wants is blow something or maybe sleep but instead he is created with a frantic Mitsuki demanding to know if Deku was with him.

Already feeling agitated Katsuki angrily brushed her off, yelling about him having nothing to do with that nerd as he tries to head to his room, cursing the other teens existence. But Mitsuki will not let him go, saying that Inko has been on the phone worried sick because Deku hasn’t come home yet and isn’t answering her calls. Something inside of Katsuki goes cold, dread filling him as he fights against the panic he feels at the quirkless boy being out their on his own.

He doesn’t put up a fight when Mitsuki sends him off to look for the other teen whilst she goes to try and console a distraught Inko. Katsuki walked the streets, tracing his steps back and absentmindedly heading back towards the school because that had been the last place he had seen Deku. He shoves his unease down, instead convincing himself that the nerd had probably lost track of time in the library as he filled up his stupid notebooks. Katsuki promises that he will beat the ever loving shit out of him for worrying Inko and making Katsuki come look for him.

He comes to a stop though as he rounds the corner of one of the school buildings, something crunching under his foot and he looks up to see a familiar chard note book under his shoe, the thing sat in a dark puddle of something. When he bends down to pick it up the thing drips, the sound of the little splashes loud in the strangely silent night. When he flips it over he finds All Mights signature scrawled across the middle pages but there stained red.

His panic begins to rise, his hands sweating and hart thumping in his chest. He feels sick with it, his whole body trembling as he slowly lifts his head up, his eyes following the flow of red until they land on the lifeless body laying broken and unmoving amongst the pool of red.

The book slips from his fingers, his feet slipping in the blood as he scrambled to get to the other boy, falling to his knees next to him. He roles the boy over only to recoil as he finds dull and empty green eyes staring back at him. He begs for the other to be okay, tears rolling down his cheeks as he fumbles with his phone, calling an ambulance. He cradles the smaller boy to him, sobbing and apologising for everything and promising to be better if he just wakes up.

The paramedics trie to prise him off of Deku when they arrive but Katsuki fights tooth and nail, screaming and shouting, refusing to leave him until finally they have to nock him out so they can get to Deku. When he comes to he is in a hospital bed, feeling like shit and his clothes still covered in the other boys blood. His mum is waiting for him, eyes rimed red and he just knows. Katsuki brakes down, curling in on himself and Mitsuki hugs him tightly, trying to sooth her son and not knowing that Katsuki is blaming himself for what has happened. This is all his fault, he knows that for sure.

He becomes withdrawn after that, avoiding everyone and their whispered comments. He still strives to be a hero, vowing to become number one in Deku’s honour and fight for the boys ideals, promising to keep his memory alive. He has nightmares almost every night to start with, the blood splattered and lifeless face blaming Katsuki as much he does himself.

Fast forward three years and Katsuki awakens with a start, body slick with sweat and the remnants of his nightmare still clinging to him. He crawls from his bed, stumbling over to his desk and grabbing a bottle of water that he drinks from deeply as he tries to calm his racing heat. Then he hears it, that quiet little voice asking him what’s wrong and he knows it’s still not over, that he’s still trapped in his nightmare. He turns to find little 3 year old Deku sat on his bed, bright green eyes looking back at him with concern and Katsuki breaks. His eyes slam shut as a pathetic cloaked of sob escapes from between his lips. He crops at his top over his aching heart, his whole body trembling as he sinks to the floor.

He doesn’t hear movement but he feels tiny hands on his face wiping away his tears and that hurts even more. That tiny voice sais his name, the one Deku gave him and he can’t stop himself from pulling the child to him, burying his face in his tiny neck as he just sobs.

Something shifts, the body in this arms changing until larger hands are patting at Katsuki’s head, a much deeper voice shushing him and promising that everything is okay that Katsuki is okay. All the blonde can do is squeeze tighter at the young team that’s now sat on his lap, chanting how sorry he is into the collar of their middle school uniform.

Finally when the tears have stopped and Deku had fallen silent Katsuki pulls back finding the version of Deku that he remembers so clearly from middle school. His eyes are bright, his smile wide and his freckled cheeks covered in a light blush. He is exactly the same apart from the large red gash over his forehead that was from where he had hit the pavement and his skull had split open.

He talks excitedly, his words pouring from his mouth almost to quickly for Katsuki to understand but he had grown up listening to this and could probably understand more of his mumbling a that the other boy had known. He asks Katsuki about his friends and about graduation. They talk about what will come after and the angency he will be going to. At some point they move to the bed, Katsuki lying on his back whilst Deku snuggles up to his side.

It feels right having him there and Katsuki had realised years ago that this was probably what he had wanted all along but had been to scared of what that would mean. It felt like hours he listened to Deku going on about his class mates and how amazing Katsuki is and his heart brakes with every word because he knows that Deku should be there with him, excited about his own future in hero support or something back Katsuki had taken that from him with his cruel words.

He doesn’t realise that he had started to cry again, silent tears rolling down his cheeks until Deku is giving above him, that concerned look back in his eyes. He tells Katsuki not to cry, someone as strong and pretty as him shouldn’t cry before he leans down and starts kissing along the tear tracks on his cheeks. When Katsuki doesn’t do anything to stop him Deku pulls back, giving the blonde a quizzical look before slowly leaning back down and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

Katsuki turns his head away in shame, telling the young that he can’t, it’s wrong, he’s a child. Deku smiles reassuringly at him, calling Katsuki a good man a true hero and then his form shifts, the boy getting olde right before his eyes. He fills out, muscles getting bigger, his boyish cheeks melting away and getting sharper. His curly hair gets longer and wilder, the gash closing and forming a scar that is hidden mostly by his hair. His large and rough hands cup Katsuki’s cheeks and asks if this is better and the blonde is lost for words.

Above him hovers Deku as he should be if he had lived, his eyes bright and in a U.A uniform, his red tie way to short. It hurts seeing him like this, it all reminding him of the life he had helped snuff out. He can’t look any more, can’t bare to see what he helped to destroy so he surges up, eyes slamming closed and sealing his lips against the other teens in a desperate kiss.

Katsuki takes his time, kisses every inch of Deku and is nothing but gentle with him. Katsuki treats him like he was glass, like he is a mirage that will disappear if he is to rough with him. Deku takes it all chanting out that childish nickname and it breaks Katsuki’s heart because in his nightmares is the only time he ever hears it now. He shuts him up with another kiss, this one a little bit harder as all his anger bubbles over. Not anger at Deku but anger at the person he was, the monster he is.

He makes love to Deku, slow and gentle. He apologises, begs forgiveness and Deku grants it because despite everything he is a good person, a kind soul and only he would forgive the person who had tormented him for years, who had been responsible for his death. When he climaxes he tells Deku he loves him, sobs it into the crock of his neck after they have come down. Deku holds him, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other stroking at his hair. I know Kacchan, I love you too, always have, always will is the reply he gets.

Deku tells him that Katsuki will be a great hero, the best there ever was. He tells Katsuki that he has always been his hero, the thing to aspire to. He was the symbol of victory and would become number one before he even knew it.

Katsuki drifts of to sleep in the other mans arms, Deku’s declaration of love ringing in his ears. He awakes with a start, sitting up in his bed and frantically looking for the other teen only to realise it had all been a dream, a nightmare and Katsuki crumbles. He curled in on himself, crying once more and gasping out his apology and love to the boy he had killed. He feels like scum, like the dirt of the earth and undeserving of the other teens love and praise no matter how face it had all been. He promises to do better, to be better and become the hero Deku always believed him to be.

Outside on the balcony Deku listens to the muffled cries of his childhood friend, a wistful smile on his lips. He gives himself a few moments, letting the other teens sorrow wash over him before jumping from the third floor window and landing soundlessly on the ground below.

Dabi is waiting for him, all smug smirks and cocky attitude. He asks if Deku got what he wanted and he nods enthusiastically, assuring him that Kacchan is ready. Dabi throws his arm over the smaller mans shoulder, leading him from the U.A grounds as they discuss the attack they will make on the graduation ceremony the next day. Dabi questions Deku’s admiration of Katsuki and he just gushes about how amazing that he was and that he going to be the greatest hero and he deserved to have the greatest villain, having realised long ago that he was never supposed to stand next to him as a equal, as a hero but opposit him as his rival.

So yeah. I’m thinking about actually doing something with this after I finish my current work but I’m not to sure.

[saltwatersweets]

bnha characters watch bnha

so because i’m a simple slut with simple tastes, we’re going with a bnha au where a good amount of characters are transported to a room and cannot leave until they have watched all of my hero academia. the characters’ memories are somewhere between season 2 and season 3. chaos, screaming, unlikely understandings, friendships, and, most importantly, hijinks ensue. 

everyone decides to adopt young izuku, including the villains (well, specifically toga) 

people sliiiiightly judge bakugou for how much of a jerk to izuku he was before ua

“bro. telling people to jump off buildings is the farthest thing from manly.” “yeah yeah, i know shitty hair.”

he’s TRYING but also he’s a little shit

kirishima thinks it's incredibly manly how izuku ran into the fight with the sludge villain to save bakugou, and realizes that that's the boy he heard about all those months ago 

a few of 1-a is surprised that izuku was quirkless, but no one judges him for it 

people are enthralled with the "one for all" story, and shouto is a little disappointed his theory that izuku is all might's child did turn out to be false. though... his father hasn’t actually been shown yet, has he?

aizawa: *does anything that suggests he’s tired*

shinsou, every time, without fail: mood 

inko clutches izuku very tightly during the usj attack, as if to reassure herself he’ll be okay.

mineta: *does anything, ever*

literally everyone: ew

everyone laughs at “are you really all might’s secret love child or something?”, but laughs quickly turn into looks of worry when shouto explains exactly how he got his quirks. all might is horrified that his spot as the number one hero caused endeavor to “train” his children, and something akin to wavering disbelief flashes in hawks’ eyes

a lot of people try to reassure shinsou that his quirk is really cool and heroic and useful during and after his battle with izuku, while the villains glance among each other in interest. a useful quirk indeed.

kaminari: hey, don’t worry, with a face like that, you could get any villain talking to you in no time!

shinsou:

shinsou: did you just... flirt with me?

after “todoroki shouto: origin” happens, most of the people in the room begin booing endeavor when he shows up onscreen, and dabi decides hey, maybe these brats they’re supposed to attack in a few days aren’t so bad after all

on the opposite end of the spectrum, the room erupts into cheering and clapping when “it’s yours! your quirk, not his!” causes shouto to accept both sides of his power. does it matter they knew he’d use his left side eventually? not at all

a few people are very distraught over stain finding ingenium, even spinner to a lesser extent, since he’d never really thought of ingenium as too bad a “hero”. the students are quick to distract iida and move onto the next part of the story. it doesn’t do much, not really, but he appreciates it.

endeavor grumbles lightly about how shouto could have won the sports festival if he had used his left side during his fight with bakugou. no one pays him any mind.

there's a collective sigh of relief + cheering when izuku shows up to save iida from stain, even though they knew he'd be fine 

during the exams arc, all the students from 1-a cheer each other on, despite the fact that they know who passes and who doesn't

eri is surprised to find out that nezu was experimented on. he wasn’t cursed like she was, why did it happen to him?

the camp arc is filled with a lot of screaming, yelling, and panic, and everyone (even a few of the villains) are on the edge of their seats in fear when izuku is fighting muscular. inko and all might have about fifty heart attacks each 

as soon as the dabi onscreen uses his quirk, fuyumi is very startled because “but that’s- that’s touya’s quirk!”

dabi: shit

bakugou is confident that future him will be just fine while captured by the LoV, but he's actually pretty afraid of what exactly they want him for 

almost EVERYONE is cheering all might on when he's facing off against all for one, and a shared feeling of horror clouds the room when it's revealed that he must retire 

during the next episode, natsuo attempts to break the tension

“well, no matter what happens, dad’ll always be number two in my heart.”

it works. fuyumi just sighs, but even she smiles a bit

everyone groans in frustration when bakugou yells at those two actors during the license exams arc, and it continues when shouto and wind boy from the other school (forgot his name) are fighting. it’s like when you’re watching sports and your favorite team has suddenly lost their brains but there’s nothing you can do except yell at the tv in anger

bakusquad ABSOLUTELY hugs bakugou when "when i'm the one who killed all might!" is said on the screen.

“what is this” “affection” “gross. keep doing it whatever idc”

plenty of people are laughing when mirio- or well, mirio's face- makes his debut 

kaminari exclaims “is his quirk turning people into potatoes?” when tamaki is introduced

the only thing stopping toga from stabbing the overhaul on the screen as soon as he kills magne is mr. compress, and even then it's only because they don't know if the screen will repair itself 

everyone - and i mean EVERYONE, even the villains - adopts eri the second she shows up in season four 

“i’ve only known eri for two seconds but if anything happened to her i’d kill everyone in this room and then myself” “shigaraki eri is also in this room” “did i stutter?”

he’s a little confused, but he has the spirit

after the group finds out what exactly eri is going through, there's a collective boo whenever overhaul is onscreen (the same thing happened with endeavor during season two, but it stopped at around the middle of season three) 

as you can see, i do not like overhaul. also, he's not here bc idk how to write him 

same thing with all for one, and a few other minor/major characters. afo can eat his own teeth for all i care.

everyone, especially the big three, izuku, and all might, are horrified when mirio loses his quirk

worst of all, eri just won’t stop apologizing, and despite his hidden shock and dismay, mirio tells her it’s not her fault, and he will do it again if he has to. future him will never let her get hurt again, and neither will he

dabi & spinner gain a lot of respect for mirio & izuku, since they're what stain would call true heroes. maybe there's a way they can make a new society without those two having to die 

no, everyone was NOT crying when eri jumped into izuku's arms in infinte 100%, what are you talking about? 

screaming. SO MUCH SCREAMING when deku is fully at 100% 

okay, they gave up trying to hide their tears when nighteye died. tamaki and nejire hold a shocked mirio a little closer, and barely are enough to keep eri from bursting into tearful apologies again. jeez, why did this arc have to be so emotional? 

mina is absolutely not above cheering herself on while dancing. she’d do it again in a heartbeat

everyone is enthralled with how pretty jirou's voice is. also, momo's gay now? what? 

despite the fact that they're criminals, a lot of people are greatly saddened by gentle and la brava’s backstories, and make a mental note to never let themselves forget them

the hero too song is met with a lot of cheering, dancing, and attempted singing (mostly thanks to bakusquad), and is generally a pretty lighthearted moment for the group. even some of the teachers and villains get in on the fun, especially twice

the todoroki siblings are hit with the horrible fact that despite everything, they do not want their father to die. even then, though...

endeavor: *gets his scar* 

shouto: wow, that must suck. wonder what that's like? 

natsuo has never been more proud of his brother than he is in that moment, and dabi has to carefully stop himself from laughing

might make a separate post for them reacting to the movies? but only if i get enough people asking for it

bnha characters watch bnha

[pocketramblr]

i'm going to expose myself here... any scene that you'd like from chapters 2 or 3 of family affairs. please

Any scene,, and they are long scenes afsfcdfg I'll do my best but this ask made me reread it and I remembered how much I actually still love it, so thank you

“All For One.” A distinctly not-Inko voice answers.

“Ah, Principal Nezu. You seem to have found my wife’s phone- would you mind returning it to her? I’d like to speak to her.”

Much of my commentary is "I think I'm funny" but also just. The whole point of Hisashi's povs were to show him as three things: entitled, possessive and petty. Every line tried to maximize that- he actually expected Inko to talk to him after finding out the truth, and he's upset when it's not her

“I should have known- you already contacted Ragdoll about how Search works, then?”

A bit of quirk headcanon, since AfO doesn't have eyes but was able to use it, that Ragdoll's "anyone I lay eyes on are tagged" isn't literal. Besides, if she can hear it would be much more useful in rescue work- if she can tag someone in the trees or rubble or flames shouting for help without needing to see them first. Or a bit less urgently, someone calling her lodge phone if they get lost so she can give instructions from their specific location.

“I’m afraid I won’t be answering any questions- unless you’d like to let me talk to my son or wife.”

Note exact wording- son, singular, Shouta is very truly disowned in his mind

“And I’m afraid that’s something I cannot allow either- you’d have me put a student at risk by allowing a dangerous villain access to his location?”

“I’d have you allow the father of one of your students access to him.” Then he shrugged. “Anyway, I already have access to Izuku’s location- I know he and All-Might and Shouta and likely others are listening in. Izuku, I’m glad you got over your habit of biting your nails, but you might actually make your palms bleed if you don’t loosen up, and I think your hands are damaged enough.” There was the vaguest shuffling sound in the background.

Right, so, possessive and petty. Use of Search- taken on a day Shouta would probably consider his greatest failure, and Hisashi knows it. And he uses it here in a way that shows some amount of concern for Izuku's physical health, but none for his mental. AfO doesn't change much.

“All For One,” Nezu began. “If we did let a family member speak to you, would you answer our questions?”

Exact wording...

“How did you escape Tartarus?” Shouta’s dry, tired voice asks.

He snorts. “I said I would answer Inko or Izuku.”

“Actually, you said you would answer family members. Where are you?”

“As the team currently ransacking the apartment knows, I officially disowned you about an hour ago.”

“Well, until that’s notarized, it isn’t official and I’m still legally yours. The feeling is mutual. How did you escape Tartarus?”

“Always so cunning and logical, weren’t you?”

Exact wording! Nedzu is some type of... Not Exactly Human, Not Exactly Mortal so he's similar to AfO and they both fight like that. Shouta isn't really like either of them but he was taught by both of them, so. He does keep up quick, just doesn't enjoy it nearly as much as they do- though I suppose Nedzu enjoys it even when he's not winning. AfO does not.

“You’re the fool who thought carnations and hyacinths would make my mother forgive you for two centuries of villainy.”

I project onto Shouta quite a bit, even if he's not one of my top ones in this fandom. I use him as a sock puppet for what I specifically want to say and yell at characters even more. Hence, I call him a fool.

Well, he’s got Hisashi there. “Of course not, I made strawberry cakes too. Perhaps you’re right- if I had been a bit more rational, I wouldn’t have given you your quirk back.”

All For One.... Is not a rational person. He actually thinks if he throws enough thoughtful, handmade, memorable gifts at Inko that she'll move on about his past and he'll get her and Izuku back. He doesn't care if they forgive him- he's never cared about forgiveness from either side of it. They just have to be his.

“Perhaps. How did you get out of Tartarus?”

“Avoiding the question, Shouta? Or perhaps I should call you Aizawa, as we’ve mutually disowned each other.”

“You said you’d answer question if I or another family member asked- and besides, the Midoriya name was never yours to take from me. What is your real name, All For One?”

“The same name I gave your mother, the same name on our marriage license. You can ask her- where is she? Somewhere in UA? A police station? Under a hero's watch?”

“Do we need to redefine the words ‘ask’ and ‘answer’? You seem to be mixing them up, Hisashi.”

“You’re the one who misunderstand this situation. You once had a piece of my loyalty- but right now, the fact is Inko is the only reason I haven’t killed you yet. You ought to thank your mother.”

“Everyday. Where are you now?”

Two things here- I really wanted to make it obvious that Shouta grew up with this man. More than Izuku did, at any rate. For all they hate it, they're close. They're the kind of close that can fight quick like this, not having to think about it. Also, the quick way Shouta drops that he thanks his mother every day. It's not literal but the point is there. AfO, in comparison, does not. Shouta is silent about it but actually loves her. AfO is a lot of empty talk.

“Right, so how did you escape Tartarus?”

“This again? Fine, I used a quirk. Well, I used 17 quirks.”

File this under 'i think I'm funny' too

“And why now?”

“I heard about Eri.”

“From who?” The question is sharper.

“Ah, finally a bit of protective instinct? How long will that last? Or did they notice the similarities with yours and your father's parenting techniques to Chisaki and just reason away she'd be right at home with you?”

There isn’t a response for a very long time, just the quite murmurs of movement and hushed whispers too far from the phone for him to pick up.

Ah, finally hit something painful, he thinks with half a smirk as Shouta's pulse spikes and he bites the inside of his cheek.

Right, so. A detail in the chapter before this one reveals that Inko didn't know about Eri. Shouta never told her- for a couple reasons, active hero case, and he didn't want to get her hopes up before he has any idea about permanent placements. Regardless, he still didn't tell her, and now a lot of family secrets are falling out at once plus AfO is specifically digging at it. Hence the severity of his reaction, pouting so hard he's biting the inside of his mouth.

Shouta's sperm donor is not to be discussed. Just the worst.

“If I told you Izuku is now very worried about this, would you tell us who told you about Eri?” Shouta tries to bragin, and Hisashi rolls his eyes.

“Izuku worries about everyone- he worries about Bakugou, even. My boy, unclench your fists and breath deeply. I’d rather you didn’t pass out on me.”

Shouta's good at fighting and arguing with this man. He's not so good at negotiation, which is very different and not something that comes naturally just by living together.... Unfortunately,I would know.

Another bout of murmuring and shuffling.

Finally, a deep breath. “All right,” Its Izuku’s voice. Hisashi smiles, looking at the photo. “How did you find out about Eri?”

Izuku's self endangerment strikes again! but it does give them a win here, at least. Mostly because Hisashi hopes his answer will shake his son from the heroes. Because it’s bad that they never told him exactly about Chisaki. Hiding things is bad. Unless he does it, of course.

honestly i think the short director’s cut is just. I think it’s very fun to write AfO being petty and stupid. so i do it kjhghjkj

but ahhh thank you for the ask! im glad you enjoyed it

[brooktrout96]

You Have Always Been There For us, Risking Your Life to Protect Us

One-shot 1 of The Zero to Hero Series

AO3 is Here

Set between Chapter 2 and Chapter 3

The first time Zero met Eraserhead was an accident, Eraserhead had lost against a villain and Zero was on patrol, looking for people who needed help. The second time was on purpose, he need help on a case and the third was unknown to him but was helpful nonetheless.

Note: The first two meeting between Zero as Shin and Aizawa are set a week before Izuku’s first day at Yūei. The second meeting is on the second day of class at Yūei

Zero didn’t like sitting idly, when he could be protecting those who couldn’t. Izuku had explained to him that those who weren’t heroes and that fought villains without a license were called Vigilantes and were considered as bad as villains in the eyes of the law even though they were doing so much good.

Izuku was asleep as Zero pulled out a custom hoodie that he had gotten made by a fashion designer who works with Heroes. It was lightweight and made from Kevlar, designed to look like his Ultra form and based off the one that Inko had made for him. He slipped it on alongside his mask that covered half of his face and snuck out the windows. He jumped from building to building and down to ground level if he caught sight of people in need.

He paused as he heard fighting nearby. He looked down and saw a slender and tall pale-skinned man with messy, shoulder-length black hair, and a ragged black outfit that consists of a long-sleeved shirt and matching pants that tuck into his boots, wearing a utility belt and a scarf

He watched as the hero got trounced by the young woman who never used her Quirk. She had a   smile on her face as she laughed

“So, this is all that earth’s heroes can offer, a pathetically easy battle with a weak power.”

Zero summoned his Zero Slugger and threw it at the woman. She and the hero paused as he jumped down from the roof and gave a soft smile that was hidden by his protective mask, as his sluggers sent the woman sliding away from the hero. He checked on the hero and then he turned back to where the woman once stood and standing in her place was an Alien Zarab

“Who are you?” The Alien Zarab paused as she seems to study him as she dodged another one of his attacks. “There is no way you’re him, he wouldn’t have came here.” She the dodged the Slugger as she paused and began to muttered. “But it must be.”

“Ultraman Zero! Why don’t you just die!” The Zarab roared as it went and attacked Zero as he slide to the side and dodge the attack as his Zero Slugger return to him as he parred the attack with the bladed-boomerang

The hero was about to rejoin the battle as Zero yelled at him. “Don’t, she trounced you once before.”

“But-”

“No buts, I can handle her.” Zero said to the hero as he turned back to the Zarab.  "You're 20,000 years too early to beat me!" Zero had a grinned on his face as he made the Zero Sluggers into a crescent-shaped blade as he slashed at the Zarab as she shot at Zero. The Zero Twin Sword then let out a wave of energy as the Zarab disappeared and the attack hit the wall behind the Zarab. “Damn it.”

Zero turned to look at the hero with a concern look on his face as the hero got up and dusted himself as Zero prepared to leave as he turned to jump to the nearest building.

“Who are you?” The Hero asked as Zero turned back to him.

“My name is Zero, Ultraman Zero, what about you?”

“My name is Eraserhead and you are come with me.” Zero jumped to the roof of the nearby building with a spark of green lighting around him as Eraserhead threw his capture scarf toward where he once was standing as Zero gave a laugh

“You can’t catch what’s too fast.” He took off running as Eraserhead took chase but he lost the young vigilante

~***~

I’m glad I found you, Eraserhead” Aizawa jumped as the vigilante named Zero appeared next to him. “I have some intel; I would take it to the police but then I'd be in prison.” He held a folder in his hand as he handed it over to Aizawa

“What’s this on?”

“A case of missing heroes, as far as I can tell the disappearances are unrelated but I think there.” He paused as he stopped noticing a short haired blond wearing red in all the photos of the scene of the disappearance. “That’s. Shit!”  Zero dragged Aizawa to the ground as a shot went flying passed where their heads once were. Zero jumped up to stand as Aizawa joining him. There standing in front of them was a 5”4 blond wearing a black and red outfit.

“Now, now Ultraman Zero, stay out of thing that don’t include you.”

“Eraserhead, she’s a robot, so you don’t have to worry about keeping her alive.” She charged at Zero as he sidestepped her attack as he shoved One-Zero away. She held a ball in her hand and twisted it as she summoned a bunch of Chiburoids. “And she seemed to have brought back-up.” Zero dodged one of the Chiburoids’ attack as he summoned his Sluggers and Aizawa pulled a knife out of his utilities belt as they stood back to back. “One good hit should take them out, and her name is One-Zero, she a robot.”

“Right anything else, I need to know about?”

“She can use electricity to electrify her punches and she’s able to throw said electricity around. She also is faster and stronger then a normal human without a strength or speed enhancing Quirk, even then I think that she still would be faster and stronger. The Chiburoids should be easy to take out, one good hit to neck should cause them to break down, unless they’ve been updated since the last time, I fought them.”

The two began to fight off the Chiburoids as One-Zero attacked Zero as he used one of the Chiburoids as a shield blocking her punch as he flung the bot toward her as she short-circuited it. She went for another attack as Aizawa flung the bot he was fight into her way as she sent said bot to the ground. She sent another round of Chiburoids at them as she took off running as Zero attempted to give chase but was stopped by the Chiburoids.

~***~

“You lied to me, Deku!” Bakugou roared as he had corner Izuku outside of 1-A.

“I... I didn’t Kacchan. I… was… Quirkless… until… three… months before… the entrance… exam.”

His Quirk was active ready to hurt Izuku and Zero couldn’t watch this anymore. “Sorry Izuku, I know that you don’t want to confront him but it has to be done.” Zero took control as Zeku shove Bakugou away from him.

“Bakugou, I thought you would be happy that I got a Quirk.” He paused as he glared at Bakugou with distain. “My Quirk is so powerful that before it could come in, I had to be in the best shape possible, and because of that, I spent eleven years being ridiculed and bullied for being Quirkless and then when my ‘best friend since childhood’.” He dose air quotes, “learned that my Quirk came in, you would think he would be grateful but he think that I lied to him for eleven years about not have a Quirk. I mean why would I when I dreamed of become a hero and working alongside you.” He took one deep breath. “I don’t blame you, though. I blame the damn school that never stopped the bulling and let you and other do what ever they wanted to the ‘Quirkless’ kid.” Bakugou froze as Zeku walked passed him into 1-A classroom as he shook himself out of his stupor

Aizawa was watch the conversation wondering what he had missed between the boys. At first, he thought the two had a rivalry but this wasn’t not what he expected. He would need to gather more evidence before he could do anything

[kanashierihime]

Oh, bloody hell!! Part 3

[Part 1]  [Part 2]

20 years ago

Izuku went to his favorite playground holding his All Might ball. This time for sure he gonna invite other kids to play with him! This time for sure he gonna find a friend. 

To his surprise, all kids were standing around something or someone whispering wildly. It wasn’t common to see everyone so worked up at something that isn’t free money. The boy used his small frame to get closer to the object of everyone's attention and meet his angel.  He never has seen such a beautiful person in his life. Even his mom wasn’t so pretty. The ash-blond hair and these red eyes that looked like the jewelry of his mom. But this boy looked kinda anxious. 

“Hey! What’s your name?” Izuku stood up from the ground cleaning his short from dirt smiling widely. 

The blond tilted his head confused mimicking his words. The kids laughed at this and started screaming between themselves about the new kid not liking loser or new kid beeing stupid or deaf. 

“Ich heiße Katsuki.” The blond kid spoke quietly scratching his cheek unsure. 

Everyone looked at him confused not understanding a word that he said. Izuku blinked surprised but happy that he got a response. 

“Your name is Ka-Ka...” Izuku tried to say a name but failed. His tongue decided to be against speaking hard words. But he really wanted to say his name! It was the only thing he understood from all this weird sentence. “Kacchan!” 

“Es ist Katsuki.” Katsuki spoke slowly blinking away tears that made him see blurry.

“Maybe he is a vampire? Look at his red eyes!” One of the kids shouted making others laugh. 

“He is not!” Izuku shouted angrily, taking Katsuki’s hand and ran away towards the river.  

Katsuki looked at him confused not understanding what is happening around him. But he didn't put a fight, he just went along with this weird kid. 

19 years and 10 months ago

“So your mom is from here?” Izuku pointed something on his dad’s globe.

“From Germany. It’s here.” Katsuki smiled taking Izuku’s finger and moved a little to left. 

“It’s so cool!”

“Not really... She is speaking only in her own langue even tho we live here.” 

“But your Japanese is much better than it used to be at our first meeting! Kacchan is amazing!” 

Katsuki blushed and jumped off from the chair not wanting to show his embarrassment. Izuku looked one more time to a faraway country that used to be a home for his friend. If only he could have the possibility to go somewhere far away! 

“C’mon Izuku. Let’s watch some cartoons.” 

“We call it anime Kacchan!” Izuku jumped from the table running to his friend laughing loudly.  How blessed he is to have such a wonderful friend! He made the right decision to protect him from mean kids. 

“Whatever nerd.” Katsuki smiled sitting on the sofa next to his backpack. 

19 years and 4 months ago

it was getting late. They could how the sun is hiding covering the sky in pinkish colors. The swings creaked every time they roam forward. Soon the vacations will be over and they will have to go back to school. While Izuku wasn’t fond of this idea since being back in kindergarten meant that he once again gonna be alone. Katsuki didn’t have now any problems with communicating with other kids. So naturally, everyone wanted to play with the coolest kid leaving Izuku alone again. 

“Izuku! Time to go back!” Inko showed at the playground with shoppings smiling softly at boys. “I’m sorry for being late. It took me much longer to do some shopping that I thought.” She looked up at Katsuki who still was sitting on the swing watching them closely. “Oh, Bakugou-kun, your parents are also quite late?”

Izuku looked at his friend realizing that even once he didn’t see Katsuki’s parents. He always went home much earlier than Bakugou. 

“it’s fine. I’m sure someone will show up soon.” Katsuki answered with a forced smile. 

“Mom...Can’t we just take Kacchan back home? He lives close!”

“We surely can Zuzu. Let’s go. Would you be so kind Bakugou-kun to show us the way?” Inko smiled warmly at them.

Katsuki nodded reluctantly taking Izuku’s hand and went ahead, the same road he walks every day. 

It wasn’t long before they stopped at the big mansion. Izuku screamed in awe while Inko blinked surprised that her son knows such a wealthy person. It wasn’t every day that rich people allow their children to play with peasants. 

Katsuki stood, still holding Izuku’s hand like his life depended on it. He sighed not really wanting to go inside of that house. Izuku looked at him unsure what he should do. He just felt that his friend doesn’t want to go back home. 

“Mom... Can Kacchan sleep at our place for today?” 

“I don’t know Izuku. It’s too sudden. I don't think Bakugou-san will be pleased with it...” 

“They won’t! Please! Can I?!” Katsuki yelled grabbing Inko’s skirt begging her to let him to with them. 

Inko sighed not being able to say no to such teary eyes. She didn’t understand what’s going on, but right now she was sure that her son’s friend needed it.

“Fine. But only if your parents really don’t mind it.”

Katsuki smiled and ran inside to take some pajamas and toothbrush over his friend. When he opened the doors he saw his mom sitting on the sofa reading some fashion magazine. 

“Bist du schon?” 

“I’m going to Izuku's place for the night.” Katsuki said calmly watching his mom carefully. 

She didn’t stop reading her magazine. She just nodded and for once didn’t mind that he spoke to her in japanase.  He grabbed a few of his belongings and ran outside smiling happily at Midoriya’s who waited for him singing Hakuna Matata. 

“I can go!”

“Awesome!” Izuku beamed happily hugging his friend with all his might. They basically ran while holding hands just to be a little bit faster to the home where they could do whatever they wish for.

(>w<)/”

“Mom, can we watch Jumanji?” Izuku went to the kitchen covered already with his fluffy blanket.

“You can, but if it will scare you, you must turn it off, okay sweetie?” She answered from her tea trying to take some rest before taking kids to sleep. 

“We will, no worries!” 

Izuku went back to the room sitting next to Katsuki who already started to watch the movie. Everything was fine till big spiders didn’t show up at the screen making both kids screaming with fear. Inko ran to room scared of their well being to just see them hugging each other.

“If you’re scared just turn off that movie.” She said firmly walking to them. 

“No! We need to know how it ends!” Izuku screamed holding the remote with a pouty face. 

“Zuzu you will get nightmares.” Inko tried to stay strong and not allow her kid to do another mistake of his young life.

“NO!” 

“They won!” Katsuki yelled pointing at the screen with a smile. “It’s over!” 

Inko sighed giving up.  She was too tired to even fight with her son. When the movie was over she took them to the restroom to wash their teeth and go to bed.  When she gave them goodnight kiss on foreheads she left them alone hoping they will fall asleep faster than her. 

(uvu) z z z 

“Kacchan?” Izuku whispered turning slightly to his friend.

“Hm?” Katsuki answered sleepy fighting with yawn.

“Did you hear any rumbling?”

“No?”

“What if the game is calling us?”

Katsuki turned to him fully too sleepy for this conversation. 

“It’s not. We are safe. Wants hold hands?” 

Izuku nodded enthusiastically grabbing Katsuki’s hands. 

“Kacchan’s hands are so warm!”

“Idiot...” Katsuki whispered thanking that it was already dark so his friend couldn’t see his blush. 

<(T^T)>

In the morning Katsuki rubbed his eyes feeling still sleepy and went to the kitchen where he could see a breakfast on the table. Streaming food that invinted him to take a sit next to Izuku who already drank his cacao. 

Tears streamed from his eyes not asking even for his permission. He sobbed covering his face too emotional to deal with Midoriya’s eyes. 

Inko looked at her son confused but she only got the same look that matched hers. She never saw anyone crying over simple breakfast. Especially not some fancy one. 

She got closer to their guest and hugged him shyly allowing him to cry in her arms.

Whatever was happeing in Bakugou household was not the right thing.

[dormienschas]

A New Legend Begins Chapter 3

A/N: Chapter 3 is in! I actually had a lot more planned for this chapter but then that would be too much events in this chapter. So, now there will be more chapters now. So far, I have 11 chapters planned now! The next chapter begins their adventure!!! At least in this chapter, we learn who the Hunters are that King Enji Todoroki sent out!

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Chapter Title: The Lowly Farmer Can’t Stay!

           The next day was a reliever. The place seemed livelier than ever. The cheerful atmosphere was all thanks to Inko for cooking an amazing breakfast since Prince Todoroki is currently staying in the Midoriya’s home for right now. Izuku could not complain though, his mom rarely cooks maple bacon since maple is rare in the village.

           Today was a Sunday, which meant more training hours, which also meant, a taste of One for All for the first time. Todoroki asked if he could watch the first test, only for Toshinori to turn the offer down. “Not until Young Midoriya has better control. I can’t risk him losing control on his first time and harming you.”

           Izuku stood in the dirt patch with the sword in both hands, still a heavy blade. Izuku was nervous about what could happen. With the way Toshinori was speaking about trying this power out, Izuku was scared to even pull the sword out of the sheath. He did manage to do so unconsciously and when he realized the sword was in his hands, he started to shake.

           “Alright Midoriya. How do you want to picture your power flowing through you? If you can figure that out, you can then easily summon the power through you.” Toshinori was a bit farther away from his usual tree stump, Izuku was more than okay with the new distance.

           “Okay. Let’s see.” Izuku was going through the list of ideas. A jar with a lid, the stove and the fire underneath it, or the pulling of weeds out of his healthy potato garden. “Wait. I got it! It’s like putting corn in a hot pan to heat it up and pop the corn.”

           Toshinori cocked his head to the side and stared at the curly boy. “How does that work?”

           “I just need to watch how much kernels and butter I put in the pan or else, it might explode.” Izuku got into a stance that supported the new weight of the sword and closed his eyes to imagine the amount of ingredients to add. He can’t put in too much or the kernels will pop out of the pan and cause the disaster. Izuku felt a small spark flick within him and latched onto it. “I have the fire burning. Now to put the pan on the stove.” He concentrated on the flicker of power for try and understand the feeling. “Now, to add the butter and kernels.” He thought about the flicker and how hot the flicker needs to be for the power to flow through easily and to shut it off easily. The more he grasped onto the flicker the stronger it started to grow. “Concentrate,” He growled out. The power grew stronger and he felt it creep along his body. “Concentrate.” Something was off now. Something was missing, but he had to concentrate, he’s so close now. The power grew stronger and Izuku flicked his eyes open as soon as he felt it flowing through him like the blood in his veins. “I got it!”

           “Don’t lose that concentration Midoriya!” Toshinori called out.

           His masters voice took him out of the view and the power started to leak out and flow through his body quicker and quicker until Izuku had a hard time grasping it. “I-I’m losing it! I have to release it!” He heard Toshinori trying to yell something at him, but he raised the heavy sword and blindly swung a down slash at the ground. The heavy sword slammed into the dirt and made a small crater before creating a crack into the ground. Izuku let go of the power so that it could return to a small flicker and let out the breath he was holding.

           “Midoriya! Are you okay?” Toshinori called out to him and made his way over. Suddenly, there was a major pain coursing through his arms and shoulders, and he had to drop the heavy sword and drop to the ground in agony. “Dammit. You dislocated your shoulders and your wrist are broken. You lost concentration and let too much power flow through you.”

           “Y-yeah. Sorry.”

           Ochako focused on the purple and blue bruises that adorned Izuku’s shoulders and wrists. Her hands glowing a faint green as she focuses on healing his worst injuries which were his broken wrists. His shoulders were put into place by Tenya and received a look of worry from Inko as she teared up about her son having terrible injuries.

           “You’re lucky I know a bit of healing magic. They won’t be completely healed, so you can’t do a lot of movement with them. We’ll have to go the physician to get you wrist supports.” Ochako was breathing heavy, which was due to her excessive use of her magic.

           “Right. Thank you Uraraka.” He held up his hands and slowly balled his hands up into gentle fists and felt the tight pull and a sting shoot up his arms and into his sore shoulders, he couldn’t help the hiss that left his lips.

           “We should go now. Knowing you, you’ll want to hurry and heal to practice again.” Ochako just knew Izuku so well and Izuku couldn’t help the smile and small blush that adorned his freckled cheeks. As he followed Ochako and Iida out the door towards the doctors.

           “So, where do you think he went Jiro? Can hear his horse anywhere?” Denki Kaminari adjusted his shirt sleeve up to his elbows to look over the walls of the Capitol of Endeavor towards the village that lay just below the large hill that lead into the next.

           Kyoka Jiro smacked him and shushed him to concentrate on her hearing magic. The village wasn’t far, but the distance was still messing with her due to the village being just at the edge of her range. “I can’t hear.”

           “I think we should just go and scout out the village.” Fumikage Tokoyami pulled his black cloak closer to his body as Momo Yaoyorozu approached the group.

           “I agree. We’ve been given a job and was told to do this as quickly as possible. We should get going and take the prince back to the castle.” Yaoyorozu went up to Fumikage to ride with him on his dark shadow magic while Denki got on Kyoka’s broom with her and the Hunters went towards the village to find the prince.

           Izuku waved at the physician was he and his friends exited the place with wrists supports and medicine to help with the healing process and pain. He sighed as he looked at the glass bottle in his hand that held the medicine. “I wonder if this is what All Might had to go through when he got this power. That sword is heavy and harnessing the power like that made the sword feel like a boulder to where you feel like you eventually had to drop it before it gets to heavy and crushes you.”

           “I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to use it.” Tenya looked at the freckled boy with a reassuring smile that always brought a new resolve for Izuku.

           “Right. I just have to keep training harder.” He flexed his fingers again but slower.

           “Midoriya!” The trio quickly turned around to find Todoroki on his horse with another one following. “We have to go. You do know how to ride a horse right?”

           “Actually no. But Iida…” Before Izuku finished his sentence, there was a loud booming noise that seemed to only effect the four. Izuku had to cover his hears along with the others. He looked around to see a group making their way over to them. He looked up to Todoroki to see that Todoroki was not wanting to be friends with them today.

           He grabbed Tenya’s arm to get his attention towards the spar horse. He wasn’t so much about Ochako, she’s a witch in training which meant, she can fly. Just to clarify Izuku’s small doubt, he saw her summoning her broom out of her enchanted bag and Iida and himself with Todoroki bolted towards their way out of the village or try and get out this noise mage’s range. Tenya made the horse to move up faster to lead Todoroki with Ochako beside him.

           The loud booming noise was starting to grow weaker and Izuku looked behind them to see that the noise maker was getting farther away but only for the other three to be getting closer, especially the dark cloaked one. Was his shadow moving differently than him?

           They made a few turns down alleys and in between stalls and houses until they finally got a break from the pursuers in the tree line of the forest that separates this village from the next a few miles away. “Todoroki, who are they?”

           “They call their group the Hunters but they’re actually my personal guards and friends,” the prince said like it was normal.

           “Friends? Why are they fighting us then?” Tenya was on edge and Izuku could tell that he was accessing the situation like a knight would.

           “They are my friends when they are not trying to take me back to the castle. In other words, once they are given a job other than being my guards, they are no longer my friends, but my fathers Hunters.” Todoroki sighed and kept a look out for the group.

           “The noise maker is Jiro. She’s a noise mage. The one wearing the dark cloak is a dark mage, Tokoyami. He uses his shadow as his weapon. The blonde, Kaminari, is a knight and the girl you saw in the back of the group is a potions master, Yaoyorozu. She also coats her sword in different potions that she deems useful in a fight. She’s pretty smart and the leader of the group.” Todoroki crouched down when he saw Kaminari dash away without noticing them. “I didn’t think my Father would notice me missing this soon. I was about to check on Hero out in the back when I sensed them coming. I already told Toshinori about the situation.”

           “We should go to the house.”

           “No.” Todoroki stared down Ochako. “They would know we are there. Jiro has excellent hearing and with her noise magic, she could hear us make our way there and follow us. They know I would put up a fight and so they won’t hesitate to fight. I don’t want to risk Toshinori’s hiding or bring your mom into this Midoriya. I told Toshinori that we would be making our way to the village a few miles away. I only had time to grab his horse and made my way over to the physician. I’m sorry that I drag you all with me. They all probably already know that you’re all trying to help me hide. Now, they won’t stop until they take me back. We can’t stay here.”

[forgedobsidian]

Aphelion

A MHA fanfiction. Chapter 17 of 20.

Chapter 1     Chapter 2     Chapter 3    Chapter 4    Chapter 5     Chapter 6

Chapter 7     Chapter 8     Chapter 9     Chapter 10     Chapter 11

Chapter 12   Chapter 13   Chapter 14    Chapter 15    Chapter 16

AO3

Summary: Izuku has been kidnapped by All For One, for reasons the young boy doesn’t understand. He is forced to stay at a rundown facility, surrounded by villains and, for all he knows, completely without help. In-between his attempts to escape or learn why he has been stolen, the young boy spends his time with a near-comatose man who seems strangely familiar.

Trigger Warnings for: kidnapping, body horror, medical torture, needles, and pain

Izuku kicked his feet back and forth, enjoying the warm hospital air against the bare soles of his feet. He’d pulled the hospital blanket around his shoulders, and enjoyed the pressure against his back. The windows behind him were open, letting in the sunlight and fresh air. The bed wasn’t the comfiest, but he liked how fluffy the pillows were and sometimes just sagged to the side to rest his head on them.

He thought about Mr. Yagi a lot. He was worried, but while he hadn’t heard anything, that meant he hadn’t heard anything bad. He just sat on his bed, and thought, and waited for his mom to return to the hospital. He thought about turning on the TV, but he didn’t want all the noise.

He jumped a bit at a knock at his door. Someone he didn’t recognize came through, carrying a duffel bag under their shoulders. The door stayed open behind them, swinging slightly on its hinges. They were of middling height, with dark hair. Izuku saw freckles on the right side of their face as they turned, and it was only thanks to the one photo his mother had of all three of them that he was able to recognize his father.

Izuku shifted on the bed. “Hi, dad.”

Hisashi jumped, the duffel bag slipping from his shoulder. “Oh, uh, hi, Izuku. Didn’t realize you were awake.” Hisashi sat down across from him in a small metal chair, setting the bag on the floor. He leaned forward and clasped his hands between his knees. “How’re you doing?”

Izuku scratched the back of his head. “Okay, I think. Better.”

“That’s good.” Hisashi tapped his fingers on the back of his hand. “Not feeling sick, or anything?”

He shook his head.

“Oh, your mom sent me back with these,” he said, gesturing to the bag. “Just extra clothes and stuff she thought you might need.”

“Okay. Is she still at home?”

“No, she stopped to talk with some of the officers outside. She’ll be back soon.”

Izuku nodded and started kicking his feet back and forth again. His father tapped his thumbs together and looked around the hospital room.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Izuku.”

He nodded and looked over. His dad had reached a hand out to ruffle his hair, but he didn’t get a chance to say anything more before the door opened again, this time his mom and a police officer coming through. Izuku hopped off his bed and gave a welcoming bow towards the officer, then his mother was hugging him again and commenting on his sock-less feet. “Izuku, do you want to get a cold? Hisashi, give him some socks.”

Mom sat him down on the edge of the bed again, and it didn’t take long for Hisashi to dig a pair of “Crimson Riot” themed socks free from the duffel bag and hand them over.

The police officer bowed as his dad was searching for the clothing. “I’m Officer Tamakawa Sansa, Detective Naomasa’s partner. He’s . . . occupied, I guess would be the word, so I’ll be the lead on this part of the case.” He looked at Izuku. “It’s good to see you up and smiling, young man.”

Izuku nodded in thanks.

Mom looked up and down at the policeman. “Is the detective well?”

His ears twitched. “Yes, I’d say so. I can’t really talk about it just yet, but I think he’s alright.”

“Hmm. Well, that’s good.” Mom idly ran some fingers through his hair.

Officer Sansa pulled a chair across from Izuku and sat down. “Alright, kiddo. Is it okay if we talk about what happened for a moment?”

Izuku leaned his head against his mother’s shoulder. “Yeah.”

Sansa gave an understanding smile. “We’ll go slow, and we can stop whenever you want.”

“Okay.”

“Honey,” Mom said, turning to give him a look. “Are you sure you want to do this right now? We can wait if you want to.”

“It’s okay, Mom.” Izuku gave a little smile. “If I can help with their investigation, I’ll be okay.”

She just looked at him.

“We’ll take it in chunks, Mrs. Midoriya.” The officer started digging in his pocket, the bell around his neck giving a small tinkle. “We’ll just go piece by piece so it’s not so overwhelming.” He took out a hand-held recorder and rested it on the elevated table next to the hospital bed. He clicked a button on the side, and sat back in his chair. “We’ll start at the beginning, if that’s okay.”

Izuku nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

“Can you tell me what happened when you left school?”

He closed his eyes, trying to think back to what felt like a lifetime ago. “I’d - I was the last one to leave my classroom. It was my job to help clean up, but everyone else had already left, so I did it by myself. I grabbed my stuff when I was done and left.”

“Out the main entrance?”

“Yes, sir. I don’t remember where -” His voice caught and he rubbed at his face. “It was before the street with the coffee shop, I think. Someone just grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into an alleyway. I thought it was just Kaachan at first, but then they shoved something over my head and I fell asleep.”

“Was there anyone around that you remember?”

Izuku shook his head.

“When did you wake up?”

Izuku swallowed. “At the quarry. It was a small room.”

“I think the team found it, actually. Just a bed and toilet?”

“M-hmm.” Izuku felt his hands start to shake, and it was getting harder to breathe.

Sansa saw. “I think that’s enough for now.” He reached over and clicked the recorder to a stop. “We can continue later.”

Izuku nodded. Mom’s hand tightened on his shoulder and she rested her cheek on his head. He couldn’t tell if she was crying or not.

“At some point we’re going to ask you to tell us about the people you were with. Do you think you can help with that?”

“Y-yeah.” He rubbed his eyes, his hands scratchy against his suddenly puffy eyes. “Sure.”

Hisashi spoke up, seeming shy as he looked at the detective.“Is there anything more you can tell us?”

“We don’t have anyone in custody yet, but we’re still going over the quarry and seeing what we can dig up.” Sansa stood and pocketed his recorder. “I think I’ll head out now. This young boy needs his rest. Besides,” he grinned as he left, “I don’t want the nurses yelling at me!”

Izuku smiled as the officer left. There was a strange jolt of relief when he didn’t fully close the door behind him.

“Oh, sweetie,” Inko said as she kissed the top of his head again. “You did so good.”

“Thanks, mom.” Izuku tried to smile and not think about how little he’d been able to talk about before having to stop.

“And I’ve been talking with the doctors, and they think you’ll be okay to go home soon. I was thinking of having katsudon for dinner then, if that’s okay with you.”

Izuku’s eyes went wide at the thought of his mother’s food. “Totally.”

Torino hadn’t handled Toshinori’s disappearance well. It felt like a punch to Naomasa’s chest as he watched the old man hobble down the hallway, beard unkempt and deep wrinkles around his eyes.

“Where is he?” Torino asked, pausing next to Naomasa’s knee. His voice was empty and tired, but there was something in the set of his shoulders seemed off.

Naomasa pointed to the door just behind him. “He’s still sleeping.”

Torino moved to step past him, but he paused when Naomasa placed a hand on his shoulder.

“He looks different, Torino. You should know that before going in.” The old man just nodded and pushed his way past the detective. He hesitated for a moment, but then he took a deep breath, opened the door, and saw his student for the first time in four long, long years.

Naomasa watched Torino’s eyes slide over Toshinori’s prone form, taking in the needle scars and ports, the breathing mask and the mess of wires that clustered around the emaciated man’s chest. He himself still got overwhelmed at all the medical equipment around Toshinori’s bed, and he’d been at his bedside for hours.

Naomasa whispered. “His lungs were filling with fluid by the time they reached the hospital. They’ve managed to stop it and have started reversing the damage, but it’s all been an uphill fight.”

Torino twitched, face crumpling. Then he took a shaking step forward, hand quivering on the top of his cane. He made his halting way to Toshinori’s bedside, reaching out with one blunted hand to touch Toshinori’s cheek. His fingers halted just short of Toshinori’s pale skin, the tips trembling.

A ragged breath caught in Toshinori’s throat, and the heart monitor gave a little jump before settling back into an unsteady rhythm.

Torino pivoted on his cane and limped his way out of the door, a frantic expression on his face.

Naomasa was frozen in confusion, and it took the door slamming closed behind Torino to snap him into acting.

“Wait!” He skittered after the pro-hero. “Wait - Torino!”

The older man had nearly made it to the end of the hallway, but he stiffened and paused at Naomasa’s yell. He didn’t turn around. “What?”

“What?! That’s all you can say? Toshinori’s back, Torino. What are you doing?” He pointed back towards the room, even though Torino couldn’t see him. “You should be back there!”

The old man hunched his shoulders together. “You can’t do this to me again,” he hissed.

“Do what?” Naomasa spread out his arms, suddenly not caring about how loud his voice got.

“I can’t . . . I keep getting attached to people, and they keep . . . ” He finally turned around, meeting Naomasa’s eyes. “I refuse to do this a third time, detective.”

“What does that even mean?” His voice came out harsh.

Torino was angry, but raw grief hung around his eyes. “That’s not . . . Toshinori was strong, and whole, and happy. He’s gone and dead, and what’s in that room isn’t - it can’t be-” He shook his finger, pointing back down the hallway. His voice went quiet. “That’s not my boy. I can’t bury him twice.”

The anger and confusion dropped out of Naomasa’s chest, and he suddenly felt immeasurably tired. “Torino, please. Just . . . just come back inside.” He flicked his hand in the direction of Toshinori’s room.

Torino sadly shook his head, stepped to the side, and slumped against the wall. One hand came up to rub between his eyes, pushing his glasses up onto his forehead. “I’m going to call Sir.”

Naomasa was left watching as Torino straightened and staggered down the hallway, his cane skittering in his grip. The old man turned a corner without looking back.

Toshinori was floating somewhere. His limbs felt impossibly heavy, his hearing was fuzzy, and he didn’t have the energy to open his eyes. He moved between unconsciousness and a muted awareness, completely outside of time.

There was something niggling at the back of his mind, something that he was worried about, or afraid for, maybe. It was hard to think. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed since he passed out when a coherent thought went through his brain.

Why am I . . . warm?

He was surprisingly comfortable. His hands weren’t freezing, and his back was resting up against something surprisingly soft.

Am I dead?

For some reason, the thought didn’t bother him. It felt relieving, almost, and he nearly fell back into the comforting blankness of sleep.

Wait . . . something’s . . .

He grabbed at the thought, nearly losing it in his exhaustion and comfort. He forced himself to stay awake, and he could feel his eyes clench in concentration.

Midoriya . . . young Midoriya . . . we were out . . .

There was a familiar pinch in the corner of his elbow, the press of an oxygen mask around his mouth and nose, giving off the familiar scent of medication. A heart monitor beeped in the background, his hearing finally starting to clear up.

Clear panic shot through the drugs, and he felt himself jolt, pulling against the familiar pressure of needles. No, no, we can’t be . . . no!

One-For-All answered his panic, and he felt the familiar energy run down his body as something covering him gave way. The quirk faded and Toshinori nearly blacked out, but he spat blood to the side, wretched his eyes open, and threw himself free from whatever he’d been lying on.

“Oh, geeze -  hey, easy there!”

There were hands on his back, on his shoulders, and Toshinori’s skin crawled where he was touched. He jerked back, eyes trying to adjust to the light, and he saw the blurry outline of a door.

“Toshinori, hey! You gotta stop!”

Hands wrapped around his shoulders and dragged him to a standstill, his legs quivering with the exertion. Something warm dribbled down his chin.

“It’s me, Toshi. It’s Naomasa, you’re safe, okay? Hey, look at me!”

He shook his head and reached out, quivering hands grabbing at the other person’s shirt.

Naomasa . . . no, that’s not possible.

“No, no . . . you’re fake, you’re not here, where’s Izuku?” Toshinori felt his knees give out and he would have slid to the ground, but sturdy arms caught his shoulders and cradled him close. He was lowered to the ground, gently, arms sliding around his back to hold him like a child.

“Izuku’s fine. Calm down. You’re safe. He’s safe.”

Toshinori started to shiver, and he belatedly realized that there was blood dribbling down his arm. He’d pulled an IV free, and a dull ache shot up to his shoulders and down through his fingertips. Still, he mustered the energy to bare his teeth and hiss out, “You’re lying.”

It’d been useless, all of it. Izuku’s efforts, the confrontation with Shigaraki at the door, the hopelessly long walk to the abandoned town . . . they were back right where they’d started, trapped, helpless, at the mercy of All For One and the doctor and his knives, and he didn’t know where Izuku was, if the boy was safe, if he was alright -

“Your name is Toshinori Yagi,” the fake said, cradling Toshinori’s arms flush against his sides. “Your hero alias is All Might, and you’re my closest friend.”

There was a choked gasp somewhere across the room, but Toshinori didn’t pay it any attention. Instead he snarled, “I don’t give a damn what you know about me.” He thrashed in the fake’s grip, or tried to. He was weak, and lightheaded, and something was pinching his side.

“Dammit, listen to me!”

Toshinori’s head lolled, and a hand came up to cup his face. He bared his teeth and tried harder to struggle out of the fake’s grip.

“I remember you after your debut, Toshinori.” A thumb was rubbing gentle circles into his cheekbone, surprisingly steady despite Toshinori’s shaking. “You were nervous, and scared, and you didn’t sleep for two days. You talked about pulling bodies out of the rubble, Toshi, and how it took you hours to wash the blood from under your fingernails. Remember?”

Toshinori stilled, his breath rough in his throat as exhaustion caught up with him. How does it know that? How does it know that?!

“And - and the time we went shopping for a table for that crappy apartment we were rooming in, and instead we came home with a coffee pot, because for some reason it seemed smarter?”

His heart was doing something painful in his chest, and his head was starting to clear.

“And remember that time I was worried about passing the bar exam for the academy, so you buried me in blankets and made me watch all these terrible sitcoms until I felt better?”

Toshinori raised his hand, fingers shaking as he placed them against the hand holding his head. He lifted his eyes, peering at the person’s face. “Nao?”

His vision finally started to clear up. It took him a while to find his friend’s face under a surprising amount of facial hair, but if he squinted, and looked at the eyes -

“You . . . grew a beard?”

Naomasa drew back and gave a smile that was wavering at the edges. “Oh, just trying out something new.”

There was something odd going on in his chest, then the panic came back. “Nao, listen, there’s a kid.” Toshinori grabbed at the collar of Naomasa’s shirt. “Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya. He’s in trouble -” A hacking cough clawed out of his throat, and he had to turn to the side to clear away the congestion.

“Easy, hey.” He felt Naomasa prop him up, steady hands under his shoulders. “We have Izuku. He’s safe, I promise.”

The small fit passed and Toshinori peered at Naomasa from under his brows. “S-safe?” There was a strange uncurling feeling in his chest.

“Yes, completely safe. He’s with his mom right now, probably.”

At that, Toshinori let his exhaustion catch up to him. He sagged backwards in Naomasa’s arms, letting his head rest against his friend’s chest. “Okay.”

He felt more than saw the smile spread across his friend’s face, but he did feel something scratchy across his nose as Naomasa (the real Naomasa, not a fake, not a fake!) pressed a relieved kiss to his forehead. “I missed you,” he murmured.

Toshinori pressed his forehead against Naomasa’s chest. “Missed you, too.”

Naomasa held him close, rocking back and forth. Toshinori let himself relax, just feeling Nao’s heartbeat through his wrists. He took in the loose scrubs that'd replaced his old sweatpants, and the clean feeling of his skin. At some point a wet washcloth appeared in Naomasa’s hand, and he cleaned up the blood around Toshinori’s mouth. 

Safe.

It didn’t last nearly long enough. Naomasa pulled back a bit and looked across the room. “C’mon, we need to get you back in bed.”

Toshinori shook his head and buried his face in the crook of Naomasa’s neck.

He felt his friend stiffen. “Toshi, please -”

“No more needles.” He reached up and grabbed at the collar of Naomasa’s shirt. “Please. No more. I can’t -” He felt involuntary shivers run through his muscles, and he clamped his jaw shut at the familiar metallic taste running up the back of his tongue.

Naomasa cradled him closer, hunching Toshinori’s shoulders and letting his sweating forehead rest in the crook of his neck. “I know it hurts and that you don’t like it. I can’t even start to understand what you went through. But you’re safe here, and no one will hurt you. I promise. The doctors will take care of you, and I’ll be here the whole time.”

Toshinori stared into space and dropped his hand. A tendril of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and there was movement on the other side of his body. A doctor dropped down, and he tried not to flinch at the white coat they were wearing. They reached out and rested a hand on Toshinori’s shoulder.

“Mr. Yagi, do you know who I am?”

Toshinori narrowed his eyes. “I - no, I’m . . . I’m sorry.”

“I’m Doctor Eiko Mori, your surgeon and acting doctor. You’re at Corellia Hospital.”

“Oh. Hello.”

The doctor gave a wan smile. “We need to get you back in bed, okay? I think you pulled some stitches loose.”

He looked down at his side, numbly taking in the fresh smear of blood pooling around his scrawny hip. “Oh.” Everything was getting fuzzy and far away.

There was a sound of voices just over his head, but he didn’t catch anything. Then he was moving, Naomasa carefully stepping to his feet and carrying him like a child. The doctor was on his other side, helping to support his long limbs as he was carried back to the hospital bed.

It felt a bit odd to be resting on his back, but the mattress was soft, and the nurses were skilled when it came to resetting the IV’s and heart monitor patches on his chest. The doctor fixed the stitches at his side, and something dark and sharp tickled the edges of his memory. He turned his head away from where she was working and let his eyes fall closed.

The doctor said something to him, but he couldn’t focus enough to catch it. There was another murmur of voices, and the warmth of a blanket falling over his body, then there was just Naomasa.

He’d pulled a chair close to Toshinori’s bedside, putting the side barrier down so that he could rest his forearms right next to him. Naomasa reached and held onto his hand, smiling through tears. Toshinori smiled back, or tried too, then his eyes drifted and he turned towards the exhaustion just on the other side of his eyelids, a singular feeling resting throughout his bones.

Safe.

Author’s Note: Well, it took seventeen chapters and a year and a half, but we finally got a reunion! Whooo!!

Thank you all for being so patient with me. I wish I could write faster ^^’ I don’t have any reference for when the next chapter will be posted, but things should speed up before long - I tend to get more writing done during the school year.

Thank you all so much for reading!! Also there’s more beautiful art??? The ever-delightful @raven-dreaming made more amazing art!! I’m seriously so flattered and happy!! I love how they draw Shigaraki ^^ And @justdyingslowly nearly gave me a heart attack with their two pieces of art - it’s seriously such an honor, and it’s super cool to see my OC’s!! And I’m totally going to write a scene where Toshi and Izuku watch a movie, oh my goodness. 

Thank you all, so so much for your support!! It’s a bit baffling to me that this is the seventeenth chapter, and I’m just so relived and thankful that there are people who want to read what I write. It means more to me than I can properly say <333

[pitviperofdoom]

BNHA: Summer Stars, 3/?

Summary: It’s been judged safe to send the students of UA home to their families for the first three weeks of summer, much to the relief of everyone whose name isn’t Todoroki Shouto. Luckily, Midoriya has a solution for him, and Midoriya Inko has a lot of love to give.

AO3

“This is a travesty,” Izuku said. “This is absolutely—no. This is unacceptable.”

Todoroki, for his part, looked quietly embarrassed. “Is it really such a big deal?” he asked.

“That you haven’t seen Star Wars? Or any Disney movies? Kind of. A little bit.”

“I’ve never had much exposure to American media,” Todoroki admitted with a roll of his eyes.

Izuku stared at him. “It’s Disney.”

“And my old man’s an asshole,” Todoroki pointed out.

At this, Izuku winced visibly. “Oh. Right.” Damn, he was probably being insensitive. “Sorry. I, uh, well I didn’t forget, I just…”

“It’s fine,” Todoroki said with a shrug. “There’s a lot I don’t know. Is it really that important?”

“I guess it’s not vitally important,” Izuku admitted. “I mean, they are just movies, and I guess they aren’t for everyone?” He shrugged. “Still, though, it’s a pop culture thing, and stuff like that kind of gets ingrained in, well, everything. People make references and stuff.” He paused, trying to think of an example. “Oh, remember how weird Kaminari got last May? On the fourth?”

“Vaguely.” Todoroki squinted a little as he thought. “Was that when he kept trying to goad Bakugou into a sword fight with an umbrella?”

“With laser noises, yeah.” Izuku nodded. “That was a Star Wars thing.”

“Ah.” Todoroki blinked. “Well. That’s… that certainly answers a question I never really had in the first place.”

“Really, you didn’t?”

“I mean.” Todoroki shrugged again. “It’s Kaminari.”

“Heh, good point.” Izuku grinned. “So, uh… you really don’t know anything about Star Wars?”

“I don’t think so.” Todoroki shook his head. “If I do, it’s not something I can recognize. Is that a bad thing?”

“Honestly? Now I’m kind of excited,” Izuku admitted. “Like I said, it’s ingrained. Everybody knows what Star Wars is. Even a lot of people who don’t know what Star Wars is still kind of know what Star Wars is.”

Todoroki eyed him reproachfully. “Midoriya, are you making fun of me?”

��O-of course not!” Alarmed Izuku backpedaled immediately. “Th-that’s not what I meant! Sorry if it sounded like—I mean, I wasn’t. I’d never—” He paused a moment to get his words in order, grinning sheepishly. “I just meant that it’s exciting because now I get to show you how cool it is, and it’ll be completely new, you know? So, with that in mind, how do you feel about a marathon? My mom and I have the original trilogy. It’s a classic.” He smiled hopefully; it wasn’t every day that he got to show someone something new for the first time.

Todoroki blinked at him, looking surprised, and a moment later his eyes softened. “Sure.”

It was hardly the first time Izuku had watched movies with a friend; every now and then, someone in the dorms (usually Ashido or Kaminari) would yell “Movie night!” and at least two thirds of the class would wake up the next morning sprawled out in the common area with stiff necks and popcorn crumbs in their clothes. How had they gone so long without Star Wars or Disney?

His phone chimed then with a new text message from Uraraka.

>>Hey, Deku! Are you doing anything today? Iida, Tsuyu and I are free, so I was thinking maybe we could hang out!

Izuku frowned, considering the message for a moment, before turning and showing it to Todoroki. “What do you think?” he asked, his face lighting up in another eager smile. “Should we make this a party?”

“Do you want to?”

“Well, kind of, but…”

The look on Todoroki’s face was not what most people would call a grin, but it was close enough to count. “Then why not?”

---

Inko was in high spirits.

For almost a year now, her home had become such a quiet place. With her husband working abroad and her son living at school, she had been left in an empty apartment with far too much room to herself and no one left to share it with. She could have the occasional lunch with friends, or phone call or visit from her son, but none of those did anything to make her home feel as warm as it once had.

It really wasn’t fair; empty nest syndrome wasn’t supposed to come until Izuku was in college, not high school. His childhood had slipped by so quickly as it was, and now there were villains and lurking dangers set to steal the rest of his precious years from her as well.

But now, her son was home, and he had brought a friend—and today, on just the second day of his vacation, he had brought even more. Inko found herself being introduced and re-introduced to the trio when they arrived later in the afternoon. Uraraka Ochako was a bright, bouncing bundle of energy—her son’s very first friend, or so Izuku had told her. Close to her side was Asui Tsuyu, shy and quietly sweet and bearing enough sweets for everyone to enjoy, Inko included. And Iida Tenya—another minor celebrity, the youngest son in the family of Ingenium—was at once similar to Todoroki and vastly different. Impeccably courteous to her on the one hand, but loud and boisterous and enthusiastic on the other.

“What is it?” Izuku asked her as he poured microwaved popcorn into a large bowl.

“Hm?” Inko looked up from the counter she was wiping down to find her son grinning at her.

“You haven’t stopped smiling since Iida, Uraraka, and Tsuyu got here,” Izuku remarked. “Your face isn’t getting tired, is it?”

“Hmph.” She pretended to look down her nose at him primly. “If it is, then it’s because I’m out of practice after all the fretting I do over you.”

He laughed sheepishly. “Alright, alright, I deserved that.”

“Your friends are wonderful, that’s all,” she said. “You chose them so well. I used to worry, years ago, that the next friend you made would be, well… Bakugou Katsuki all over again.” She winced inwardly. Perhaps she shouldn’t have brought that up.

Her son’s smile faded. “Yeah, well… even with him, it’s not so bad anymore. I don’t know if we’ll ever really be friends, not like how I am with Iida or Uraraka or Todoroki, but… it’s better than it was. We’re better than we were. Things are less… lopsided. And we might not like each other very much, but I trust him.” He seemed to shake himself. “But, you know, there’s a difference between trusting someone, and wanting to watch space opera flicks for six hours with them.”

“Hey Deku!” Uraraka called from the living room. “We’ve got the first movie set up!”

“I’ll be out in a minute!” Izuku called back.

“Deku...” Inko echoed, half to herself.

“That’s also better than it used to be,” Izuku told her with a smile. “You want to watch with us, Mom?”

She almost brushed him off and told him to go be with his friends. But then she remembered—he lived with his friends almost every day now. This was her time to catch up with him. “I think I will. Go ahead and start, though. I just want to finish up here.”

He took the popcorn out to them, but returned a moment later, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and helped clean the rest of the counter.

By the time she walked out, she had more snacks, some cookies, a plate full of apple slices, a pitcher of punch, and a small stack of little plates to minimize the mess. She found everyone huddled in front of the TV, and was met with a chorus of enthusiastic thank-yous. Iida stood up to take some food off her hands, with Todoroki quickly following suit.

“You’re very welcome!” She beamed at her small group of guests. “You’re all welcome to stay for dinner as well—you’ll probably have to, if you have your hearts set on seeing all three of these. Just leave your plates and cups by the sink when you’re done, and I’ll take care of them.”

“We would be happy too, Mrs. Midoriya!”

“Sure thing!”

“No problem—ribbit.”

“Thank you.”

She didn’t feel too selfish sitting next to her son. After everything that had happened, she had the right to hog him a little.

In the end, most of them spent more time watching Todoroki than they did the actual movies.

---

“Did… they just annihilate an entire planet?”

“Yep!”

“Out of spite?”

“It’s the Empire, it’s kind of their thing—ribbit.”

---

“Wait, where did his body go?”

“It disappeared.”

“How?”

“Magic.”

“I thought this was science fiction.”

“Yeah, but he just—he became one with the Force.”

“What does that even mean?”

---

“Well that’s awfully convenient.”

“Oh, here we go.”

“No, no, I’m with Todoroki. What are the odds that an otherwise impenetrable battle station was designed with a hole in it that leads directly from the core to the outside? And that the core is so unstable in the first place that one blast from that distance would ignite it? It’s a glaring design flaw that I highly doubt an organized force like the Empire would—”

“Maybe it’s on purpose—ribbit.”

“How do you mean?”

“Maybe one of the engineers who designed it was a traitor or something—ribbit. And he secretly hated the Empire, like they took him from his family or something, so he cozied up to them and made them trust him and then sabotaged it on purpose.”

“I dunno, Tsuyu, that sounds kinda far-fetched.”

---

“Wait, I don’t understand—why are all of you cringing at that kiss? It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“Um.”

“Well...”

“Nobody tell him.”

---

“Midoriya?” “Yeah, Todoroki?”

“Is something wrong? You seem unsettled.”

“Oh, I’m fine, it’s just… I dunno. I used to like Yoda a lot, but now he just… makes me nervous.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I can’t put my finger on it.”

---

The room was silent. Todoroki’s eyes were glued to the screen. Everyone else’s eyes were glued to Todoroki.

“Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father.”

“He told me enough. He told me you killed him!”

Uraraka had her phone out, surreptitiously filming Todoroki’s face.

“No. I am your father.”

Todoroki froze with a small handful of popcorn halfway to his mouth. On the screen, Mark Hamill screamed in anguish. Around him, all his friends waited on bated breath.

He took a deep breath, and whispered a heartfelt “What the fuck.”

---

“...She was his sister the whole time.”

“Uh… yeah…”

“His sister.”

---

“...Midoriya, are you crying?”

“Don’t judge me.”

“Deku, how many times have you seen this movie?”

“Look, he redeemed Vader, he brought his father back from the Dark Side, don’t judge me!”

“Iida-chan, are you crying too? Ribbit.”

“It’s—it’s a beautiful ending… and the funeral scene with the fire always just…”

“Wish I could do that to my father sometimes.”

“What’d you say, Todoroki? You’re kinda mumbling there.”

“Nothing.”

“Wouldn’t work anyway, Todoroki, he’s already on fire.”

“Midoriya-chan, now you’re mumbling too—ribbit.”

---

Inko hummed as she got started on the dishes. Not long after the credits rolled on Return of the Jedi, Uraraka, Iida, and Asui had left. After six straight hours of movie watching, there was little wonder about that; Inko herself had gotten restless, hence why she was neatening up the kitchen again. Izuku and Todoroki were all that was left of the little party, and her son was diving back into their collection of DVDs again.

Truthfully, there was another reason why she had stepped away. She had little evidence to back it up, no more than vague feelings, but she could swear up and down that she was making Todoroki a little nervous.

Today had given her false hope; surrounded by three other classmates, friends if their lighthearted teasing was anything to go by, Todoroki had relaxed enough to enjoy himself. He had even made jokes. Dry, deadpan jokes, but jokes all the same. And then their three friends had said their goodbyes and left, and it was like a switch had been flipped. Inko almost missed it, it happened so quickly. One moment her son’s friend was relaxed and comfortable, very nearly smiling, and the next he was straight-backed as if his spine had been replaced with an iron rod. He looked more like he was sitting on a chair outside the principal’s office than on a couch in her house, as a guest. His face was neutral, almost carefully so, and he went quiet.

Inko highly doubted that it was Izuku causing this. No, despite her best efforts, she was doing something to make the poor dear uneasy.

How strange.

She very nearly jumped out of her skin when Todoroki appeared in the kitchen beside her, as if he had materialized from thin air. Now, admittedly, the sink was running, so that made it a bit difficult to hear, but still. The boy must move like a cat.

“Sorry,” he said, dashing her hopes that he hadn’t noticed her startle like that.

“It’s quite all right,” she assured him. “Wasn’t paying attention, that’s all.”

“I see.” He stepped forward, bearing a dirty dinner plate and an empty drinking glass.

“Ah!” She took both out of his hands and deposited them carefully in the sink. “Thank you very much, Todoroki!”

He looked at her blankly. “...For what?”

“For… bringing the dishes to me,” she replied, confused.

“Oh.” Todoroki blinked at her, still looking faintly baffled. “But… you told us to?”

“I did,” she said. “And thank you for doing so.”

“Right, sorry. You’re welcome.” With that, he left the kitchen again.

Inko wasted water for a few more seconds just staring after him, thoroughly perplexed. Well… that was certainly an odd exchange. She pondered it as she finished with the dishes, mulling the short conversation over and over until she had examined it forwards and backwards. By the time the last plate was in the drainboard, she was no closer to understanding it than she had been before.

She peeked into the living room and found them sitting together on the couch. They’d put in another movie while she was busy—true to Izuku’s earlier vow, he seemed to be showing his friend some of their Disney DVDs. Not that Todoroki seemed to mind. They were shoulder to shoulder, Izuku crosslegged while Todoroki’s unerring politeness apparently kept him from putting his feet on the couch. The soft almost-smile was back on Todoroki’s face. At one point, as Inko watched, Izuku turned his head and murmured something to him without taking his eyes off the screen, and Todoroki leaned closer to hear him and reply.

Well.

Inko stepped back around the corner before either of them could spot her. As much as she would love to wander in and enjoy a few more movies, catch up on a little gentle teasing, and indulge in her mother’s prerogative to embarrass her son in front of his friends… they were having fun. Her shy houseguest was comfortable and enjoying himself. No point in barging in and ruining that.

So, she checked on them from time to time, but decided to give them their space for the rest of the evening.

The last time she peeked out, it was past midnight and she was prepared to tell the boys to turn in for the night. Her mouth opened to call out to them, and then shut when she saw them. Silently, she tiptoed out into the living room.

The TV was still on, and the credits for Zootopia were rolling. On the couch, nestled into the cushions, both boys were draped against one another, still sitting upright only because they were propped against each other. Izuku was using his friend’s shoulder as a pillow. Todoroki’s head rested on Izuku’s, his face half-hidden in her son’s hair. Both of them were fast asleep.

Would it be churlish of her to run for her camera?

Shaking her head fondly, she turned and hunkered down to stop the movie, turn off the TV, and put away the DVD. Every noise she made, no matter how soft, made her wince. She need not have worried, though. The boys slept soundly through it all.

Perhaps she ought to have woken them up so that they could go to bed properly, but Inko hadn’t the heart to disturb them. They looked so comfortable that way. Besides, getting caught just shy of cuddling like this might embarrass them, and not in a good way.

In the end, she left a folded blanket within their reach, and turned off all the lights except the one in the kitchen. She debated dragging out the camera once more, before dismissing the idea and going off to bed herself.

---

Shouto woke slowly. The moment he was remotely aware of things, he didn’t want to move.

There were times, every now and then, when he happened to wake up from a deep sleep, and find himself in a position in which he was certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he had an excruciatingly stiff neck to look forward to. Sleep did not always agree with him, and on bad nights he was more likely to move around a lot and wake up in strange positions. He was, as Fuyumi sometimes put it, a “violent sleeper”.

This took the cake, though. Was he sitting up? How was he already sitting up? Where was he?

He breathed in, and almost sneezed when hair went up his nose. His first thought was that it was his own, but that couldn’t be right because it was the wrong angle and his hair wasn’t quite that long yet. His second thought was that there was hair on his pillow.

Except, the side of his face was pressed to something that was most certainly not a pillow.

Gingerly, Shouto lifted and turned his head, ever so slightly, and opened his eyes. The faint smell of shampoo filled his nose.

For a moment, Shouto squinted through heavy eyelids at the mess of green curls without comprehending what he was not quite seeing. Then he registered the couch beneath him, the weight on his shoulder, and the solid warmth pressed against his side, and suddenly he had an entirely different reason to not want to move.

He was sleeping against Midoriya. Midoriya was sleeping on him. He had Midoriya’s head tucked against the crook of his neck, and he had been sleeping that way. Presumably for most of the night.

Oh.

This was the sort of thing people panicked about, wasn’t it?

Carefully, without moving, Shouto inhaled and exhaled slowly. Breathe. This… was not a big deal. This was hardly the first time something like this had happened. Movie nights and late-night group study sessions at the dorms tended to end like this, with Shouto waking up uncomfortably close to one of his classmates, in spite of his subconscious self’s best efforts to keep his distance. While those moments were less than ideal, they were nothing to be anxious about. This was no different.

Except it was.

Not only because this was far closer than Todoroki had ever ended up in the morning after a study session, but also because… it wasn’t uncomfortable.

He’d woken up once with Kaminari’s hand resting on his arm—nothing suggestive, purely by accident. Shouto still remembered how his stomach had turned with unease. Not that he disliked Kaminari; he just disliked being touched by Kaminari without a practical reason for it. It was a stupid thing to be upset about, but at least it was something he could bear quietly and hide.

Right now, his stomach was… not turning, that was for sure. Fluttering a bit, maybe. But beyond that, everything was fine. Comfortable. Cozy, even. He could have closed his eyes and gone right back to sleep to the sound of Midoriya’s soft, even breathing.

He did shut his eyes, but instead of drifting off again, he let out a short, quiet sigh.

He wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t helpless. He knew already—he knew. Since spring, at least. The city-wide villain attack. His brief stay in the hospital. Waking up groggy and disoriented to Midoriya’s face. He’d known at least since then, maybe even farther back than that.

He knew what this was.

And no matter how hard he tried to fool himself, to shut his eyes and plug his ears and tell himself it’s friendship, he’s my friend, the best friend I’ve ever had and nothing more than that, there were simply some things that not even Todoroki Shouto could remain oblivious to. It was just bad luck that his own crush on his closest friend had to be one of them.

Feeling helpless, he settled back down and shut his eyes again. It was too early for this. If he moved then he would wake Midoriya up and this whole situation would turn from comfortable if somewhat awkward to uncomfortable and incredibly awkward. But Midoriya was far better than he was when it came to dealing with these things. Better to let him handle it and go back to pretending it hadn’t happened.

Feigning sleep, he rested his head back against the couch instead of on Midoriya’s to make it easier for Midoriya to disentangle himself.

---

Izuku’s eyes snapped open.

He was not in bed.

This was not a pillow.

This was a shoulder.

Specifically, it was Todoroki’s shoulder. And he was sleeping on it as if it was a pillow.

In a quite frankly astonishing display of self-control, Izuku managed not to shriek like a soprano and flail. Instead he went perfectly still, not even shaking, barely breathing, as he took stock of his current position.

He was sleeping on Todoroki. His head was on Todoroki’s shoulder, his body was pressed up against Todoroki’s side—the left side, the warm side, wow no wonder I fell asleep like this, this is really comfortable—

Focus.

This wasn’t a big deal. It shouldn’t be a big deal. The last time the class had a movie night in the dorms, he’d woken up on Iida’s shoulder, with Mineta sprawled in his lap. That hadn’t been awkward at all. They’d laughed it off. (Except Mineta—he’d shot off the moment he woke up, screaming that he liked girls.)

But this wasn’t Iida (or Mineta). This was Todoroki, and Todoroki was hesitant about being touched. And the last thing he wanted to do was make Todoroki uncomfortable.

So if he could just… move away. Gently. Without waking him up. He was already naturally warm on that side, so it wouldn’t make too much of a difference, would it?

With the utmost care, Izuku gingerly lifted his head off of Todoroki’s shoulder—and thank goodness Todoroki had his head back against the couch instead of on Izuku’s, or else this would have been impossible—and shifted away. An odd feeling bloomed inside him, somewhere in the vicinity of his stomach, and he froze for a moment and tried to identify it. It wasn’t nervousness, or even embarrassment.

It was… disappointment?

Izuku shook his head. What did he have to be disappointed about? All he’d done was move away. And if he was disappointed about that, then—

Nope, some tiny part of his brain said. Nope. Absolutely not. We’re not going down that road.

But maybe—

Izuku shook his head again to clear it, with a whispered “Oh my god.”

Todoroki didn’t stir, thank goodness. But just to be safe, Izuku reached for a couch pillow. Even better—Mom must have left a blanket for them at some point (he cringed on the inside, wondering if she’d seen them sleeping like that). Izuku grabbed the folded blanket and set it gently in the spot where he had been, then slid off the couch and crept off to his room for a change of clothes.

---

Shouto’s face felt like it was burning. Don’t set the blanket on fire. Don’t set the blanket on fire.

He wondered, with no small amount of chagrin, if there was a polite way to to ask a friend to stop being so cute.