#this was actually going to be my fic for the aizawa big bang before i had to drop

[tortured-writers-parttime-poets]

[dumbass quirkless UA teacher izuku au]

just found this absolute gem in my notes app please guys i need more fics like this

dumbass quirkless UA teacher izuku au

dont let the dumbassery fool you, he's actually a genius. oh, also in this his hair started going white at 9, was fully white by 11. 

he lives in a shitty apartment on the edge of a red zone. he was kicked out at 12 years old because the rent wasnt paid, and hasnt seen his mother since he was 10. he has multiple phDs in social work, quirk counseling, psychology, and analysis. he also hacked the HPSC's and police's files of him to add in a teaching phD. and he's graduated high school digitally, though he's still 14. 

nedzu found him when he applied for the entrance exam and convinced him to be a teacher because he was overqualified to be a student. he teaches Analysis and Psychology, or A&P for short. 

he had 1A first. when he walked into the classroom he was wearing a plain black medical mask, a 'women love me fish fear me' hat, an oversized hello kitty sweater with aroace and agender pride pins, dark green cargo pants and one (1) hot pink croc with some dinosaur clips on it. oh, and black socks. he also had in one gold contact and one purple contact, which was revealed when he lifted his bangs to give iida a blank stare.

katsuki, who already knew(theyre friends in this), had to sit there and not laugh when izuku smack talked iida, introduced himself as Mr. Hands, presented their first assignment in the most fucked up confusing wording possible, threw glitter on them, then left through a vent in the ceiling. 

right before he made his exit tho, he turned to shouto and said 'oh by the way ur legal guardian is hawks and has been since u were five but neither of u knew until now but he should be here for when the end of day bell goes to pick u up,' then sent the poor kid a thumbs up, threw extra glitter (DINOSAUR glitter) on him and left. 

then shoto promptly burst into tears while  staring into space. katsuki collected both of their shit, tried to brush the worst of the glitter out of shoto's hair, then walked to the teachers lounge with shoto following him absentmindedly. 

oh, have i mentioned he was taught to fight by stain and eraserhead? seperately, of course. at the usj he promptly shoots off two of tomura's fingers, one on each hand, then him and eraser proceed to absolutely decimate the remaining villains, though eraser does more capture than killing. they wrap it up in record time, and still have plenty of time to go through each of the rescue activities. 

also in this chisaki is actually a good dad and isnt using eri for experiments, he's also kind of izuku's dad. him and nedzu actually somewhat get along and bond over their parental experiences. oh shit wait i didnt elaborate on nedzu yet-

nedzu and izuku are very close, the former considering the latter to be his son/kit. they often meet up in his office to chat, play chess, analyze things, etc. nedzu convinced izuku to move onto the ua grounds, then gave him the nicest apartment possible without it being too big, and gives him high paychecks, insisting it's because he's young and deserves/needs it.

the rest of the staff also have a somewhat familial bond, especially aizawa, snipe and recovery girl, but he fucking despises all might and doesnt bother to hide it. 

him and hawks are pretty close too, after everything with shoto. he's already got dabi figured out, and checks in with him consistently to make sure he isnt starving or in need of medical assistance, but hasnt told anyone out of respect. he does  however eventually convince him to tell hawks, so they start dating and live together. 

he got dabi excused of any and every crime he was accused of, though he was never convicted, and between him, hawks and nedzu manager to get him surgery for his scars so he is no longer a walking open wound. dabi and hawks now both have rights to shoto and thr kid does actually begrudging consider them father figures. 

he also figured aoyama out immediately and they made a plan to get him out, which involved aoyama requesting a meeting with AFO, izuku following him, AFO taking the quirk back and izuku shooting AFO, killing him. the blond is still a UA student and now izuku's personal student, plus part of their group. (katsuki, shoto, hitoshi, mei, and now yuuga)

once AFO is dead, he takes in tomura (and by extension kurogiri) meanwhile stain takes toga and spinner under his wing. despite tomura being like 6 years older he tends to think of izuku as his dad, though he only accidentally voiced it once and got so embarrassed he hasnt since. nedzu is just fucking ecstatic he has a grandkit.

the staff (-ass might) all take tomura under their wing pretty quickly, and after a bit so does 1A. 

each day izuku shows up in increasingly preposterous outfits and no one is willing to say anything for fear of losing a limb or two. the second day it was an oversized black t-shirt that says 'FUCK ENDEAVOR' in bold white text, long hot pink fuzzy paw gloves that go up to the ends of the sleeves, neon pink sweat pants tucked into chunky black platform boots with pink spikes, the same black mask and one of those bunny hats with the paws where if you squeeze them the ears go up. when he entered the building nedzu's cackling could be heard from outside his door. iida almost had a seizure. katsuki almost broke a rib holding his laughter. 

on the third day he showed up in a hooded skin tight sleeveless black turtleneck crop top  that said 'the birds work for bourgeoisie' is white font, baggy black cargo pants, forest green platform boots with heels, a matching green utility belt, the usual black mask, and elbow length black leather gloves. a lot of students realized some things about themselves that day. 

Aizawa sighed loudly when he showed up in a rainbow tie dye t-shirt with '"ur moms a hoe" ? bitch im an orphan' on it in boxy black text. then sighed again when he saw the pink fingerless gloves and heart glasses

[94z-93]

TEASER-Blood Diamond

Hi hi! This is a teaser for my new MHA fic to be released, supposedly, Friday. End-game ship is not decided yet but it will be between KiriBaku. Maybe you guys can help me decided.

Also the reader is black, fat, and female. Sorry, I guess, if that's not your cup of tea

The noise coming from behind the large classroom door had you smoothing your skirt down over and over. You weren��t used to such a strict dresscode. All the schools in America you attended, including the ones with a hero track, gave female students the choice of wearing pants or skirts. You weren’t a fan of wearing skirts and dresses, especially ones as short as the ones Japanese students wear. You felt that your thighs were too large. Muscle from the years of training you have received over your life but also fat, because, yes, you were on the chubby side. You were sure you looked like a whale compared to your new classmates.

Your teacher, Aizawa, told you to stay put until he was able to calm eveyone in the room down enough to properly introduce yourself. If only you knew how much he was struggling to do that. 

From the moment the students began to fill on that morning and everyone noticed the extra desk sitting in the back of the class there was rumers going around as to what could possibly going on.

“Maybe Shinso has been accepted into the hero course,” Midoriya said, banging his fist into his open palm, thinking he solved the mystery.

“Or maybe it’s a brand new student!” Ochako this time.

“Hopefully it’s a hot girl with big tits,” Mineta whispered to Kaminari who chuckled at the pervertedness of his classmate.

“Great, the last thing we need is more extras.”

“Bakugo, stop that,” Kirishima said to his friend. “If they’ve been accepted into the UA this late in the year they must be really strong with high recommendations. I can’t wait to meet them!” 

“She’s actually a legacy student from our sister school in America.” Aizawa slinked to the front of his class like a caterpillar in his sleeping bag. He might as well shut down any rumors now before you come in. “Her mother is also a military hero that was stationed here this month.”

[bravobeavo]

@silent-waters-deep-thoughts was kind enough to ask if I’d share a snippet of my Emic Nomu AU that I posted about yesterday <3

So here’s a 500-word snippet under the cut from Ch. 1!

Most of the room was barren, though something about that fact felt comforting. The sheets were a light, sky-blue color, he noticed, not white like the sheets in... in... 

Where? 

He shook his head slowly, “I... I can’t remember anything.”

“Nothing at all?” The other man stepped closer to the side of his bed with a desperate expression, “Not even who we are?”

“You’re... pro heroes? Midnight and...” He tilted his head at the man, eyeing his electric blue hair, “Loud Cloud?”

“Yes!” Loud Cloud seemed eager - nodding excitedly, but calming when Midnight reached over the bed and placed a placating hand on his shoulder, “Do you remember our real names?”

At that, he felt like raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt like an odd question, “I... don’t know how I would know that.”

“Okay,” Midnight’s voice was tight with strained anticipation as her eyes slid over to Loud Cloud then back to him, “Do you remember who you are?”

He was quiet again for a moment, looking back down to his hands. 

They were wrapped in clean, white bandages that made his fingers look thin and bony. He flexed them experimentally and winced at the ache there, bones feeling stiff and weak.

‘Eraser?’

A name rang through his head, the voice there loud and obnoxious and nothing like his own.

‘Eraser, look at me… are you sure you’re okay with this?’

He closed his eyes as he felt a stronger headache begin to creep around the edges of his mind. 

Whose voice was that?

‘Eraserhead? Can you hear me, handsome?’

“Eraser… head?” He repeated slowly, the words feeling thick and wrong in his mouth. 

“That’s right, that’s your alias,” Midnight placed one of her hands on her hip, “Anything else? Your real name or how you got here?”

He swallowed, belatedly noticing how dry his throat felt. He thought for a few moments, thankful for the silence to sort his thoughts, but he came up empty. 

The two pro-heroes looked disappointed as he shook his head hesitantly.

“Well,” Midnight placed her hands on her hips and exchanged another glance with Loud Cloud, “That complicates things.”

“Your full name is Aizawa Shouta,” Loud Cloud said, directing his gaze to... Shouta, “Does that sound familiar?” 

“… No?” He tried to push away the sense of unease that was crawling under his skin, like there was something more going on that he wasn’t catching.

Loud Cloud’s lips twisted into a frown as he blew out a breath, “Okay… You go by the alias ‘Eraserhead’ and you… you showed up at UA extremely injured a little over 12 hours ago.”

He took in the information silently, filing it away. He had been injured, which explained the pain throughout his body, and he’d been in this place for over 12 hours. 

He nodded faintly, “U... A?”

“That’s where we are now, in UA’s infirmary. Loud Cloud and I are teachers here.” Midnight said slowly, as though explaining something to a child, “It’s an academy for young heroes and those going into the pro-hero industry.”

UA... the place sounded familiar, yet foreign to him at the same time.

They said his name was Aizawa Shouta, but he wasn’t sure it felt right to be called that. At the same time, he couldn’t decide if being called ‘Eraserhead’ felt better or worse. 

Neither of the names felt complete for some reason.

There was something he was missing, he was sure of it.

“If I…” He blinked down at his bandaged arms and tilted his head, “If I have an alias… am I… a pro-hero?”

[jothebakuho]

Hiii!! so first off,, how are you? hope ur doin good :)) do you have any little headcanons for yozora and baku that u just have in ur head? like how in the fic baku brushes her hair and has all these charts for her eating/sleeping schedule and stuff,, anything fluffy or whatever (not fluffy is cool too lol) it's cool if u don't of course! mainly just wanted to say hi cause i think ur cool and i just love ur fic so much

Omg hi! I'm doing not so Hot because studies + life is killing my back. But p good overall! How are you? :D hope everything is fine and dandy~

And, so many headcanons I have for these two gosh.

Where to start? Lemme just go with what you mentioned! (hint: they're ALL fluffy)

~ Bakugou has a Thing for the brat's hair and cheeks. I literally mention this somewhere but I do not know, I do not know where (it's 53k and ongoing ffs).

He likes ruffling her bangs and brushing through the softness and it reminds him of the first day, how mangled it was and the contrast is just Peace to him. it's so bright orange and sunny now! So ~ healthy

He uses his fingers like a comb or just tousles her bangs to be Annoying. Unfortunately, Yozora doesn't care much about appearances, but then Bakugou does so he straightens it out himself.

She Knows Bakugou's touch v well by now. Her hair smells like a mix of caramel and blueberry shampoo bc of How Much he plays with her hair.

Her cheeks- he tried avoiding. He always wanted to Poke and Squish and if you go to the first chapter, you'll see how weirded out he was. That was me showing you guys, he thinks the brat is Cute, and it. freaks. him. out.

He takes a deep breath and surveys the girl again. A few wisps of orange hair fall over her eyelids and Bakugou is suddenly struck by an odd urge to poke Yozora's exposed cheek.

He shakes it off with a bewildered stare and crosses his arms.

- Chapter 1

Now, that he's admitted it, he can't really stop. And p soon, we will see just how soft he is for her cute face ;-;

So, subtle reasoning for the cheeks love is: Yozora is a bit bony because of her life and current disorders, right? And kids are usually soft looking but Yozora is not. So, her cheeks are like the only parts that are somewhat plump- in Bakugou words that would be 'The only fat she's got in her.'

Once he gets into cheek kisses, it's over for us.

With his index, he pokes her bony cheek.

But it's softer than he'd expected.

- Chapter 3

~The charts, he updates before sleeping every night and during meals. He plans out her weekly meals in advance. He kind of has to, bc of how overloaded he is, he needs to seriously schedule his life. That's the only way he has been stringing on being a Pseudo mama bear and hero-in-training. He categorizes by food groups, and decides what vitamins/supplements he's gonna put in that way. For e. g., he plans to feed her X and Y, so she's gonna need Vitamin D more, let's say. So, he'll slip that into her drinks. He was originally aided by Dr. Akio but now he has a good handle on it. He is actually the one who understands it best at this point. The sleep ones are basically how long and how deep she sleeps each day, and if she's doing it longer/at night. You'll see in the next chapter how well Bakugou Knows. Those charts are viewable by Aizawa and Dr. Akio so, they stay updated about Yozora's progress as well.

And it's all super meticulous. Think pie charts, histograms, graphs and colour coding. The class was shook because it looks like he freaking data mined on Yozora.

Bonus hc:

~Bakugou is big on being Gentle with any injuries Yozora gets (for e.g. hair getting stuck on a knot) because he wants to show her it ain't normal to hold it in, but Yozora doesn't understand. She doesn't because pain like that is stuff she has learned to internalise a long time ago. So, it's confusing to her. And she doesn't get why her heart is always warm when he does that. :((((

And eeeee, thanks for loving it! Every time someone says that my heart goes POOF :v

OYEE! Man, I also think you are so Cool <3 You can say hi or come chat any time :D And, I think it's amaze that you do drawings, too :o

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

Hi~! I’d like to request a vampire!Shouto x human!Izuku wearing a sheet because he’s terrible at costumes tddk Halloween fic in these trying times.😭 I didn’t wanna be too specific in order to not limit your creativity. Thank you! I appreciate you💜💜

Gahhhhh you’re so nice, thank you! 😭 Of course - hope you enjoy! 💜

Shoto stood in the common room, his body awkwardly stiff and juxtaposing all the boisterous teenagers buzzing around him. His class was hosting a Halloween party in the dorms, seen as Aizawa Sensei had ruled out actual Trick or Treating as a definite no due to safety reasons.

While most of the class had been outraged at the news, personally, Shoto didn’t see what the big fuss was about. His family had never celebrated Halloween for obvious reasons, but he just couldn’t comprehend what was so exciting about going out in costume, knocking on random doors and threatening strangers into giving you sweets.

It just seemed like villainy but with more steps… And legal apparently.

He fumbled with the frills of his poet shirt and ran his tongue over his fake teeth. The girls had insisted they all dress up for the party, even though they couldn’t actually go Trick or Treating. So, with the help of Yaoyorozu and Jirou, Shoto had managed to procure a decent enough costume.

A vampire, traditional but not outlandish, which he liked. He also had to admit that he liked the black and red cape he was wearing. Everywhere he went, it flowed behind him - it reminded him of when he used to wrap a towel around his shoulders and play heroes with his mum when the old man wasn’t around.

As the memory played in his mind, Shoto reached up and ran a hand through his hair. The right side was styled back while his left side drooped down, covering his scar, which had faded slightly as a result of the makeup that had been applied to his face.

His eyes scanned the room, watching as his classmates chatted to one another while snacking on the various treats that Satou and - surprisingly - Bakugou had baked for them. Still no sign of Midoriya yet though.

Shoto's heart fluttered at the mere thought of his boyfriend. The two of them hadn’t been dating long and things were still relatively new to the both of them, so obviously Shoto still got butterflies in his stomach just thinking about Midoriya… Not that he believed these feelings would stop any time soon.

Shoto’s eyes were trained on the doorway to the common room, waiting. He could happily daydream about Midoriya all day, if he were honest. Sure, having him here in person would be preferable, but for now, this was his only option.

He wondered what Midoriya had decided to dress up as. The first thought that came to mind was All Might, but Shoto quickly wrote that off - after all, All Might wasn’t scary. Maybe an old villain that All Might had defeated though, or a monster from one of those American films the class liked to watch during their movie nights?

It had to be something intricate - Midoriya was the sort of person who put 100% into everything that he did. That was one of the things that drew Shoto in from the very start. His determination, his intelligence, but also his smiles. They always had a warmth to them that, when directed at him, made Shoto feel like he was the most important person in the world. Yes, Midoriya was beautiful and smart and…

The door flew open.

And he was wearing a bedsheet…

Shoto’s eyebrows shot up and he regarded his boyfriend with a mixture of surprise and amusement. A white sheet with several hero-themed patches sewn onto the material was draped over his body and kept in place by the comical top hat on his head. A circle had been cut in the fabric so that Midoriya’s round face was peeking out, not looking scary at all.

Cute.

His boyfriend must’ve felt him staring, because he suddenly turned and spotted him, before smiling happily and bouncing over to him.

Shoto squeezed his eyes shut and held his arms out, bracing himself for impact. However, instead of a hug, calloused hands came up to interlock with Shoto’s own. Confused, he opened his eyes to find his boyfriend gazing at him fondly.

‘That was unexpected.’ Shoto gestured to their hands. ‘I was prepared to be knocked to the floor.’

‘And risk ruining your costume?!’ Midoriya gasped and let go of one of his hands to place it over his heart. ‘I think not!’

‘You like it?’ Shoto let out a small smile and wiggled his shoulders, causing his cape to flutter around him.

He froze when Midoriya ran his hands along his arms, only the thin fabric of his shirt separating them.

‘You look gorgeous.’ Green eyes stared into his earnestly, and Shoto felt himself blush. Clearly, satisfied with that reaction, Midoriya giggled and gestured to his own costume. ‘You like mine?’

‘Well, er...’ He trailed off.

‘What?’

‘Er...’ How could he put this? Shoto rubbed the back of his neck. ‘You look very cute, but what are you?’

Midoriya looked at him, aghast.

‘I am not cute! I’m a ghost!!!’ He exclaimed, flailing his arms everywhere. ‘I thought it was obvious?!’

When Shoto shook his head slowly, he let out an exasperated sigh. ‘What did you think I was?!’

Good question. Shoto thought. He scratched his cheek in thought until Midoriya reached up and gently pulled his hand away from the makeup. ‘Maybe the moon? I honestly had no idea...’

‘Todoroki-kuuuun!’ Midoriya moaned, leaning forwards and faceplanting his chest. Shoto’s arms automatically came up to wrap around Midoriya, even as his boyfriend lightly banged his fists on his torso. ‘Betrayal!’

‘Well, for what it’s worth, you still look beautiful.’ Shoto replied easily, scowling at Kaminari and Ashido, who were gesticulating wildly at him and wolf whistling from across the room. However, his attention quickly shifted back to Midoriya, who looked up at him with wide eyes, face flushed.

‘Really?’ He breathed. Shoto flashed him a smile reserved only for Midoriya and reached out to stroke a freckled cheek. He ran his thumb along a red mark from where the sheet had left an indent and huffed affectionately.

‘Really.’ He met Izuku’s eyes. ‘You always look beautiful.’

‘Stooooop!’ Midoriya buried his face in Shoto’s chest once more and shook his head with embarrassment before suddenly pulling away and pointing an accusatory finger at him. ‘Well, if that’s the case then so are you!’

‘In the wise words of Kaminari, “Press X to doubt”.’ Shoto deadpanned. Midoriya’s lip wobbled at that and Shoto almost thought he had gained the upper hand; but alas, his boyfriend could not be stopped so easily.

‘While I am proud of you for the reference, my point still stands.’ Midoriya stepped closer. ‘You’re without a doubt the hottest vampire I’ve ever seen.’

Without thinking, Shoto’s hand came up to the left side of his face and hovered over his scar. Midoriya immediately seemed to understand what he was thinking before Shoto could even say anything. His boyfriend got on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around Shoto’s neck. ‘Vampire or not. Scar or not. You’re beautiful and very very sexy, and nothing could stop me from loving yo-’

Recognition dawned on both of them and Midoriya hastily pulled away as if burnt. Shoto frowned at the loss, feeling slightly hurt.

‘Midoriya-’

‘I’m so sorry, Todoroki-Kun! That was completely random of me and probably way too soon.’ He scrambled to cover his face with his hands. ‘I must have made you so uncomfortable with that and if you want some space I’ll completely understand. Don’t feel pressured to say it back as well. Holy All Might, I’m rambling again but I can’t stop myself. I can’t believe I just did that-’

‘Izuku.’ His use of Midoriya’s given name startled his boyfriend, who paused to look at him like a startled rabbit. Shoto chanced a step closer and carefully removed Midoriya’s arms from his face. ‘Did you mean what you said?’

His boyfriend swallowed heavily and, after several moments, nodded shakily.

‘Y- Yes.’

Shoto let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding and closed the distance between them. He took his boyfriend’s face in his hands and kissed him softly, trying to ignore the way his plastic fangs pressed against the back of his lips. When they broke apart, Shoto laughed quietly and rubbed their noses together.

‘I love you too.’

Tears welled up in Midoriya’s eyes.

‘Even though I’m apparently terrible at Halloween costumes?’ He sniffled, causing Shoto to smile wider.

‘Especially because you’re terrible at Halloween costumes.’

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‘YOU TWO DORKS REALLY PICK YOUR MOMENTS, DON’T YOU?!’ Bakugou yelled at them from across the room. ‘Right in front of my salad too!’

Shoto pulled away and looked at the blonde, tilting his head to the side questioningly.

‘Werewolves don’t eat salad?’

[violetnotez]

SHE IS HERE. PART TWO. BY EXTREMELY POPULAR AND LATE DEMAND!!!!

This fic. THIS FIC RIGHT HERE. HAS BEEN FIGHTING SO HARD I AM DONE THIS HAS BEEN A STRUGGLE. If there are typos I AM SORRY- just msg me and ill fix it if its that bad im just tired!

Kirishima x reader

⤷Genre: Angst, Fluff

⤷Word Count: 9k+ (-this has the weekly prompt for the @bnhabookclub​ discord -“Im fine” :)

⤷ Warnings: slight mentions of blood, cursing, suggested spicyness at the end

⤷ Synopsis: It’s been exactly 3 months since the last time Kirishima saw you, after you had abruptly ended things with him. He’s been trying to forget you, but it’s no use-he’s still madly in love with you, and wishes he could get the truth of why you two ended. What a shocker when he gets a chance to ask his questions-and he learns the truth about your villainous life.

Song Recs: ⤷ “Breakeven”-The Script ⤷ “Lucid Dreams”- Juice WRLD ⤷ “Scars”- Lukas Graham

PART 1

Kirishima looked up at his calendar, a sad sigh escaping his lips. 

That number shouldn’t be such a big deal, that plain black “11” tiny and insignificant next to all the other digits, like little ants stationary on the page.

What it represented, though, was so much more: that day so many weeks ago was so full of heartache and misery, the feeling of being lied to eating at his core for days to come. 

Today, 3 months ago, was the day you confessed to him that you didn’t love him. 

Kirishima has never felt so betrayed and heartbroken in his whole life: you were his first real love after all, and hearing you say your love was a lie destroyed him.

He didn’t know what to do or how to even react to that news: he had felt so numb after, so incredibly empty, it was like he was a walking shell of himself once he left your room.

His friends had tried to cheer him up constantly, always putting in the effort to lift his spirits with laughter and comfort. But the warmth of their attempts of cheering him up didn’t help him at all: he always still felt so cold inside.

It also didn’t help that you had mysteriously left UA the day after the “breakup.” When Kirishima laid his tired puffy eyes on your empty desk the next day, his heart couldn’t help but beat feverishly. He knew he shouldn’t care that you were gone, but he couldn’t help it. No matter which way he spun it, He was still desperately falling for you, even if you had broken his heart. 

He had sat down, his back slumped as he eyed that empty seat with worry. 

How had everything gone so wrong? 

He couldn’t fathom what had gone stray-your love  had honestly felt so real to him. You had told him you had only dated him out of pity-but if somebody was being forced to do something, just to spare someone’s feelings, would they have given him his first kiss so perfectly, making sure to be soft and gentle? Would they have stuck with him late into the night to help study for tests? Or give him sweet kisses on his scars when he was feeling self conscious? 

It just didn’t add up-the feelings you two had were genuine and real. It couldn’t all be one sided like you had said.

He gave another look to that chair, just imagining the ghost of you sitting there, turning around and sending him that infectious smile that light up his whole day.

God, it wasn't even one whole day and he felt so incomplete without you.

Mr. Aizawa walked in, everyone scrambling to their seats and watching him intently, the room getting noticeably more quiet.

He didn’t remember much of that class-he had remembered Mr.Aizawa standing at the front of the class, his deep voice breaking his miserable thoughts when he said the class would be free of one student.

You had seemingly left in the middle of the night, your guardians notifying the school you would no longer be attending UA due to you moving. All of Class 1-A was incredibly confused, including Kirishima- you had never said you were moving, yet you somehow were just gone. As if you never existed.

It just didn’t add up to Kirishima-you would have said something about moving, or at least acted strange the weeks prior. All these events just didn’t make sense to Kirishima-the break up, your confession, you leaving-it all just didn’t add up. But he was too tired, too wrecked inside to think about it anymore. The more he tried to piece the story together the more it gnawed at him, making him feel so much more worse than he already felt. He slumped in his chair, knowing full well everyone was staring at him-you were his boyfriend after all, he should have known.

Oh wait-ex.

He slumped in his chair even more, barely the tips of his spiky red hair poking up from the desk table.

It was gonna be a long few weeks for him, he could already feel it.

Now he was past all those days of crying and breaking over you-some days he could actually forget about you and not have to worry. But on days that were permanently etched into his mind, like today, he couldn’t help but remember. 

Kirishima's phone began to ring, the vibration of the call making the phone jitter against the wood of his desk. He tore himself away from the calendar, his hands instantly swiping to take the call once he saw the Caller ID.

“Hey Fat, how's it going!” Kirishima forced a smile, his voice preppy and bright as if nothing had ever happened.

“Kirishima, thanks for taking the call,” his mentor seemed to breathe a sigh of relief hearing his bright voice on the other end.

Since Kirishima was in his 3rd year, he was required to do another work study, for an even longer period of time than before. So when he was asked by Fatgum to come join the agency once again, he couldn’t help but say no. He had loved his old mentor back from his 1st year, even if he did get pretty banged up at the end of his work study. He was more than happy to join his agency again, and wanted nothing more to learn and grow to be the best hero he could be.

“I know this is pretty late in the day for you,” Fatgum continued, “but I’m going to need your help,”

“Tamaki was supposed to be patrolling on the West side of town tonight, but he got called in to help with a robbery on the North side. I don’t have anybody else to take his place, so I was hoping you could take over his shift for the night,”

“Of course! I’ll do anything you need,” Kirishima propped his phone into the crook of his neck, already rummaging around his room for his hero suit.

“You're a lifesaver Kirishima!” Fatgum exclaimed, the toothy grin he was most likely sporting practically audible.“See ya for training tomorrow then!”

“You too, Fat,” Kirishima's cheerful tone waned, a sad smile replacing his bright grin as he stared down at his hero suit.

He had already known today was going to be a tough day for him, and the fact that he was off from any type of hero work that would make him forget about his sadness didn’t help. 

But now that Fatgum has given him a job tonight, he might be able to erase his mind of all the past heart ache for the next few hours. He gave himself a small smile, his hero suit beckoning him to put it on, the reds and blacks calling to him like ghosts from a dream.

He was gonna at least try to forget-just for the night.

It was now an hour before the end of his shift, and he was feeling practically tired.

The West side of town was relatively quiet, nowhere near the crime riddled areas of the North side of the city boulevard. He knew these streets well from patrolling them almost every night of his hero study, knowing each alleyway and path like the back of his hand. 

Tonight was silent, only a few late night joggers or the occasional fast food joint open for any customers getting the late night munchies. 

It was soft, provincial, and bitter sweet. 

He was trying his best to not remember, to not remember your face, or your smile, or the way you would laugh so warmly whenever he did something amusing. He was trying not to imagine you standing by his side, your hand grabbing his and your shoulder resting  on his, a happy sigh escaping your lips. 

Why were still haunting him, even three months later? 

why couldn’t he just forget about you? 

A crash and a yell snapped Kirishima out of his memory, an angry scream of a teen being heard from the late night restaurant. 

He shook his head to rid himself of those unwanted thoughts, noticing a black figure running across the parking lot into an alleyway at lightning speed.

“That-that Villian!” She shrieked, her friends trying to soothe her as she continued on her rampage, “She stole my wallet! My damn wallet! The hell-“

“Don’t worry ma’am, I’ll get it back for you, don’t worry!” He yelled towards the group, his voice warm and assuring as he sent her a toothy grin. His feet began pounding the pavement, disappearing into the alleyway in the direction of the criminal.

Your breath came out in painful huffs, your hand fumbling to put the wallet into the jacket of your Villian suit. 

Damn Shigaraki and his “plans.”

Shigaraki has now concocted up his next bright idea  for the League, this time relying on you stealing an ID card from a college student that looked similar to you. 

While the LOV was going off stealing a bank for some extra cash, you were told to go find someone who looked similar to you in order to pass as them. for what you had no idea, but you knew Shigaraki would be extremely mad with you if you didn’t do what he asked. You shivered at the thought of him, those cold red eyes like bloody daggers ripping into your flesh. 

You slowed to a stop, your breath coming out in pants as you pulled down the mask on your face, your breath finally free from the constricting fabric.

God you hated running.

Nobody seemed to be following you though, footsteps inaudible to your ears. You slinked into a dark corner of the alleyway, your hands rummaging inside the wallet for the ID card you desperately needed.

Cash, credit card, a picture of her and possibly her boyfriend,a shit ton of gift cards-

You breathed a sigh of relief, flicking out the desired card with a flourish. In the low light conditions you were in, it was hard to see her details, but you knew that it matched your complexion just enough to pass by.

Thank God, now Shigaraki wouldn’t be on your ass-

“Hey, it’s not cool to steal, man,” you heard a familiar voice echo throughout the concrete walls of the alleyway, making your blood run cold.

Shit, please not be him, anybody but him-

You instantly tugged your mask over your mouth and nose, praying to God it wasn’t him.

Maybe it was another hero, or somebody that just resembled him-

“Just give me back what you stole, and nothing bad will happen to ya,” Kirishima continued, his footsteps slow and solemn as he walked over to you, as if you were a wounded animal that could attack at any moment.

You shoved the wallet hastily into your jacket pocket, looking around, desperate for a way out.

Damn it-you were completely blocked from the back, a tall cement wall blocking your escape. The only way for you to get out was to somehow dodge Kirishima and make a run for it, or fight him.

God definitely had his favorites, and it obviously wasn’t you.

This boy was so quiet-all that hero training made him extremely agile, like a cat going forward it’s prey  as he continued to walk towards you cautiously. 

It was a shock to see him-he looked so much older, his handsome face making your heart squeeze painfully. He still sported his iconic red hair to match his suit, the only thing really changing was the amount of scars on his body. When you two had dated, you were so close to him you knew every valley, ditch, and scar on his body like your own.

He was getting stronger and tougher, growing to his goal while you were stuck in your life, still just a little pawn in Shigarakis decaying hands.

You didn’t feel like fighting him-you still felt guilty for the way you had ended things with him, even though it was weeks after. You knew it had to be done in order to protect him, but you also knew it had hurt him to the point of no return.

 He had to have hated you now, and honestly, you didn’t blame him-it just hurt to know you lost a love you still felt. And it was your fault.

Kirishima watched your every move, not suspecting a thing-you were just another thug, another puny Villain he had to take down. Even though it was decent fun to take a criminal down, dealing with witnesses, the police, and paperwork was quite the opposite. But it’d get his mind off of his own misery.

The Villain seemed strange though-as if they were terrified by the mere sight of him. They weren’t even trying to bad mouth him, which was a definite first for him. It was hard to see in the dark alleyway, but he could make out the outline of the thief trying to quickly dodge him, trying to break into a run to get out of the cramped dead end.

Kirishima swiftly grabbed the arm of their leather jacket, pulling your squirming body close to his.

You were screaming internally-he needed to let go, he had to let go. Your heart felt like it was ripping apart, the sudden memories flooding your body as you remembered how it felt to be so close to him, to be so intimate you could see the flecks of brown in his vermillion red eyes. You didn’t want him to realize it was you, to see you as his enemy yet again. You couldn’t bear to see the heartbreak and disappointment in his eyes, your hands clawing to get away.

“Hey-just calm down a little-“ he huffed out, the words separated as he tried to keep a hold on your body.

It was strange to him though-you weren’t even talking, not a peep was spilling out of your lips. You seemed pretty young, and by your smaller frame, you were most likely female. You seemed 

so scared, your eyes bright with desperation and fright. 

His larger hands kept you close to him, his heart pinging with hurt-

There was no way this was you. He was going crazy-those weren’t your eyes.

But God, they looked so familiar-your eyes looked exactly like that the day you two broke up. Full of fear and sadness and guilt-

This wasn’t you, this couldn’t be you, but-if it was-

With one hand firmly wrapped your waist and another shakily reaching toward your mask, your body fighting desperately to get him to stop. Even through your attempts, he pulled the material gently off your skin, The flimsy black mask falling to the ground pitifully. your face looking down at the ground with embarrassment, now knowing your cover was blown.

Kirishima's heart beat painfully-it was you, this was you.

What had happened?

“Y-y/n?” He stuttered out, his voice caught pitifully in his throat.

You swallowed thickly, trying to shove the dry ball of embarrassment down your throat.

“H-hi Kiri,” 

He quickly let go of you, his body blocking your exit as he stared at you in disbelief.

You looked so different, so unlike you-you were wearing a completely black outfit, the material shiny like wet rocks near a dark river. Your hair was pulled back painfully tight, your eyes looking down at your scuffed combat boots in despair.

You looked so defeated and so sad, as if there was no happiness left in your body.

Who even were you?

“What happened to you? Why are stealing? Where have you even been?” He bombarded you with questions, his voice getting more and more authoritative and desperate as questions flooded his mind.

You couldn’t even think to comprehend an answer to any of them-you just needed to forget this encounter ever happened. For your and Kirishima’s sanity and, most importantly, safety.

“Just let me go Kirishima,” you dodged his question, taking a step forward to push your way out of the alleyway.

Kirishima's body was bigger and stronger though, and with each shuffle you attempted he would close the gap between you two, blocking your escape solely with his body.

“No, I-I need answers y/n,” he replied. His voice sounded so hurt, so full of anguished you felt your heart break a little more. He was still hurting, and now he was confused, seeing you all dressed up and committing crimes like a low level Villian. 

“I need to know what happened to you.”

You faulted in your step, staring at Kirishima with wide, mournful eyes. You made yet another attempt to surpass him, your shoulder a mere centimeters away from his as you tried to walk past him.

“Nothing happened Kirishima, please just let me-“

If you thought you were going to leave that easily, you were crazy. 

He swiftly grabbed your arm, his calloused hands rough against the leather of your jacket. Even through the thick material you could feel how warm he was-he always radiated such heat and brightness.

“Why did you leave UA?” He was abrupt with his question, but the hint of softness faltered his harsh exterior-he was still worried for you.

A deep sigh cascaded from your lips, your brow starting to sweat. You were tired of dealing with this heavy burden, this spider web of lies you had created for your own self. You still loved Kiri, yes, but your relationship was over and done. There was really no fear of judgement anymore. Hell, he just saw you steal a wallet like a low level thug-how much more could he judge you in this moment?

“You want the truth Kiri?” Your voice was blunt, and monotone, a shield from your true emotions. 

“You want to know who I really am? I-I’m a Villian. I work for the LOV. I only went to UA because I had to listen to Shigaraki. He needed info and I was the only one to do it.”

You sneaked a peek at Kirishima's face, a slight grimace on your lips as you anticipated the look of disgust on his face. Your heart thumped painfully, waiting for him to look at you with revulsion, but-it never came. His bright vermillion eyes still stared down at you softly, his eyes coated with worry and sympathy. 

“So-you were being forced?”

“At first I wanted to do it-b-but after I while, I started to change my mind,” 

he was so warm, his body heat seeping into your cold skin like a fire on a winter's night. Even now, in this dark alley, exactly 3 months from your terrible breakup-he still could make you feel safe. He was your home in the snow storm, so warm and comforting when the rest of the world was so unforgiving and icy. You relished the feeling of his calloused palms on your body, wishing those hands were on your skin instead of your jacket so they could  slowly  warm your whole body with their wonderful  heat.

“Then why did you leave?”

You gulped, licking your lips tentatively. Did you really want to tell him the truth? Tell him how weak you truly were? You honestly didn’t, a part of you screaming to just feed him a lie that would satiate you both-but the thought of living with even more of a guilty conscience made your mouth go dry. He didn't deserve another lie-after all you did to him, Kirishima deserved the truth. 

“I-I didn’t want to get hurt. I didn’t want you to get hurt. If Shigaraki found out I was considering leaving the LOV, he would have done anything in his power to keep me.”

“You don’t know the League like I do. When I mean he would do anything-he would do anything-including killing.”

Kirishima's eyes momentarily widened, the brutal words cutting the air like a knife. It didn’t surprise him, though-he was a hero in training after all. He had been in too many dangerous run ins with villians-hell, he couldn’t even count how many times he could have died just in his first year at UA. Death was a recurring threat in Kirishima's life, and , for better or worse, it didn’t scare him as much as it used to.

“Kiri-I-I lied to you to keep you safe. You meant the world to me-You still do. I still think about you all the time, and I know you probably hate me, but I still love you. I never stopped.”

He watched your eyes turn down in shame, your head hanging low as if you were carrying a great burden. It was painstakingly obvious you were feeling guilty and remorseful, and his heart throbbed at the thought that of you being forced to continue on with this life. We all made dumb mistakes when we were younger-you shouldn’t have to keep the burden of your past decisions still. 

As much as he felt sympathy for you, he couldn't help but feel so happy that you still had feelings for him. No matter how he spun it, he still cared for you and loved you with all his heart-hearing The same thoughts come from you just made him fall for you even more.

He gingerly took your chin in his hands, his calloused digits lifting your sullen head in order for him to look at you fully. Even when you looked so downtrodden, you were absolutely beautiful to him, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“God, take the words right out of mouth, huh?”

Kirishima's heartbeat feverishly in his chest-what he was about to do was so incredibly risky, but he had to do it. Too many nights he spent dreaming and remembering you, the memories bitter sweet. Now that he had you in front of him, he was going to take any chance he could go get those sensations back in his life.

Kirishima placed his lips gently on yours, knocking the wind out of your lungs. You couldn’t breathe-it was like you were drowning on his essence-yet you couldn’t careless. Warmth filled your stomach, fueling all over your body like a hot flame. It was so comforting and surreal to be feeling this again, to have Kirishima's hot lips pressed against yours.

He parted from you, both of you buzzing with electricity. It was surprising how much truth that kiss held-it melted the cocoon you two had around your hearts, allowing you two to see how much you had truly missed each other.

“ Y/n, I miss you, I knew that night you said you didn’t love me, something wasn’t right,” he spoke, his breath fanning your lips gently. “I knew there was more than what you were letting on.”

Kirishima grabbed your arms suddenly, looking you square in the face with intense eyes.

“ Y/n, you should have left then and there! We would have protected you! I would have protected! I promise I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you-“

“Y/n, you need to leave them, please,”

You sighed, hating how quickly the air thickened with the remembrance of your current situation. 

“Kiri, I don’t want anybody to potentially get hurt because of my dumbass decisions, I’m fine, I can handle myself-“

“Y/n, no your not fine! Look at you-,”he motioned to your clothing and your sullen face, “this isn’t you at all! 

“Kiri, please, don’t give me false hope-“ you shoved him off, wrapping your arms around your body to protect yourself. If you didn’t get control of yourself, you would follow his words in a heartbeat. As much as you would love to run into the strong arms of Kirishima, for him to warm your numb body with his positive energy- you knew it was dangerous. You didn’t want anybody to get hurt over you.

“It isn’t false hope though….” He smiled sweetly at you, his hand stretched out to you, “please, just take my hand, Kay? Nothing bad will happen, I promise,”

You stared at him long and hard, your eyes wide with fear and uncertainty-he was so genuine, so warm, so forgiving. He wanted to help you, he was willing and ready. He wanted to fight the world with you by his side, to protect the people he needed to protect with his loving energy. Kirishima had a way of making you believe anything that came out of his mouth, and you were falling for his spell. You didn’t know if it was the shock from seeing him after so long, his kiss, or just from wanting to leave so badly, but you stretched out your hand, ready for him to take you away.

a cruel, scraggly voice boomed from the shadows, “He promises to keep his little love bird safe.”

“How touching.”

You two spun your heads around at the sound of the ominous voice, your blood running cold.

“Shigaraki,” you gasped out, your eyes glued onto your leader. 

He was smiling a sick grin, his expression sadistic and cruel as he stood in a few paces away from you two. He was clothed in his Villain suit, his clothes tattered and dark like the Grim Reaper himself.

 Spinner and Twice were standing close by, surveying the scene from above as Shigaraki sauntered to you two. Kirishima's expression instantly turned from softness to determination, his body instantly turning to shield yours.

“Oh no need to act so heroic hero,” he grinned, his tone sickeningly sweet life cough syrup.

“Just give us our comrade and we’ll be on our way.”

“You're not going anywhere with her!” Kirishima yelled, his quirk activating in his arm as he shielded you from Shigaraki. “She doesn’t want to be with you scumbags anymore!”

“I’d watch your tone if I were you, especially for trying to defend a spineless traitor like her.”

Kirishima's face turned red in anger, his whole body now turning as solid as a rock as he charged your former leader.

“You piece of-“ 

Shigaraki continued the sick grin plastered on his face as Spinner and Twice instantly jumped from their positions, grabbing Kirishima's arms and roughly slamming him into the nearby wall. You heard the air forces out of Kirishima's lungs, his face contorted in pain. Your heart felt as if it was getting stabbed as you watched Kirishima struggle against their holds.

“Kirishima!” You screamed, your body yelling at you to help him-but you knew you couldn’t take on those two by yourself, not even including Shigaraki.

You turned to the villainous man in front of you, your eyes pleading.

“Shigaraki, please, tell them to let him go-let him go!”

He took a step toward you, his footsteps ringing slowly like the ticks of an old clock.

“Oh, I will,” he replied, his voice low and sadistic, “-when you rejoin the League.

“ I’d kill you right now for being such a selfish brat if I didn’t need you-so take it as a gift. I’ll spare your life if you just come-“

“Never,” you spat at him, fear filling your stomach with your defiance. You were surprised to hear how steady your voice was, but the slight Tremble in your fists said otherwise.

“Fine then,” he smirked, “suit yourself-“

With a wave of his decaying hands, Spinner and Twice began to use their full force on Kirishima-punching, kicking, anything to torture him. He was trying his best to block them, even with his quirk-but they were quite strong, especially once Twice used his quirk to produce more of his own body. It quickly began evident that Kirishima was having a hard time to fight off the villains, his Stance slowly becoming weaker and weaker as his face began to bruise and his arm dusted with his own blood.

You were hopeless to just watch, watching your worst fear come to life-people we’re already getting hurt over you.

Anger filled your stomach, licking up your body like hot flames as you turned to charge Shigaraki, fire in your eyes.

“Stop it you crusty ass-“ you yelled out, your fists out as you tried to land a punch on the Villian.

He seemed to know your exact movements though, his hands harshly grabbing your wrists and mouth, colliding your body with his.

“I’d watch that mouth of yours if I were you, unless you want it to disintegrate-along with the rest of you-“

Shit.

You had momentarily forgotten about Shigaraki’s dangerous quirk-one wrong move and you could be a heap on the ground, nothing more. The fingers around your mouth were delicate, knowing full well you wouldn’t try and escape. They drummed playfully against your mouth, as if taunting you to do something foolish. You felt how cold he was, the feeling of his chapped skin on yours disgusting as he toyed with your life in his hands. 

It was all a game for him-and he was winning.

“Look at him-“ Shigaraki ordered, the grip around your mouth suddenly tightening as he twisted your head to face Kirishima's misery.  

“You caused this, y/n. All this pain, all this suffering. If you leave, he will be the first we target. Well slowly go after each and every person you have ever loved, until we finally come for you.”

“Now, you don’t want that, do you?”  He asked, his face tilting in order to see your answer. You forced yourself to not look at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing the small tears running down your cheeks. 

All you could muster was a small shake of your head, the vibration of your movement going through Shigarakis finger tips.

Through the fists and clones he was trying to fight off, Kirishima could see you shaking your head, Shigaraki looking practically happy by your answer. A sinking feeling filled Kirishima's stomach as he saw your body language slouch in defeat. He Tried to call at you, to stop you from agreeing to whatever was coming out of Shigarakis lying lips, but at that moment one of the clones landed a solid punch to his stomach. Kirishima felt all the air leave out of his lungs , his knees wobbling and hitting the floor as his head spun from the pain.

Shigaraki still had his hold on you, watching how your face crumpled as you watched Kirishima fall and unable to help.

“Good, now, will you come and rejoin?” He asked one last time, motioning for his comrades to move away from Kirishima and back to their spot on the roof of the alleyway.

He knew now he had you under his finger, knowing the show he had just made you watched instilled enough fear for you to never leave his team again. He watched your eyes cower to give one last look at Kirishima's crumpled body, your shoulders tense with stress.

“I-I’ll rejoin the League,” you whispered out, feeling the hold Shigaraki had on you loosen. 

It was tearing you up inside to see Kirishima so bruised and hurt on the ground-you focused on the signs of him breathing, his broad chest rising and falling as he struggled to push himself back up. That small evidence gave you courage, your heart racing as you will yourself to continue with the plan you had secretly been concocting this whole time.

You grunted, a sly smirk erupting on your face.

“After I do this-“

You swiftly grabbed Shigarakis arm, twisting it in an excruciating position behind his back. He yelled out in pain, a string of curses filling the night as you rammed your fist into his chest, sending the air out of his lungs. He stumbled dramatically, dry coughs spewing out of his lungs as his knees hit the floor. 

“You no longer have power over me-none of you do,” you stood defiantly in that alleyway, watching your ex comrades stare at you in shock and awe. In all your time with the LOV, you had never defied them. Not once. You were always so obedient, which was why Shigaraki loved to have you around as a n asset to his team-you were so easy to keep around his finger. 

But now you were clearly being rebellious, your stony face telling the whole group you had changed-you didn’t give a damn about their threats and their rules anymore. You wouldn’t be coming back.

A burst of fear and extreme annoyance flooded Shigarakis' system, the pain of your kick aiding fuel to the flame. He growled, a curse directed at you dribbling from his lips as his thin legs wobbled his body weight up. His mouth opened to send you another string of curses, ready to unleash his full wrath on you for embarrassing him so much, until a characteristic siren filled the night air.

Kirishima propped himself onto his knees, a tried grin gracing his bruising lips.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you-“

His hand lifted, showing the whole group a small contraption in his hand. In the darkness of the alleyway it was hard to tell what it was, but it seemed Kirishima was holding a phone, a route to your location lighting up the screen.

“My mentor gave all us heroes-in-training a tracker, just in case we get into any trouble. While you were blabbering on about plans, I sent the heroes our location.”

Kirishima smiled triumphantly at the fearful faces of Shigaraki’s comrades, Shigarakis own fave contorted in rage. 

The sirens were slowly getting louder, the colors of blue and red dancing lightly against the stony walls of the alley way.

“So unless you wanna get caught by the heroes,” he added in, his tone surprisingly friendly, “ I suggest you go.”

Shigaraki seemed waver, trying to see if he could still get you back under the terrible circumstances. But the cops were practically here, the sounds of car doors slamming being heard. He had to admit it to himself-he lost this battle. He gave you one last scornful look, his bloody irises sending a shiver down your spine as he took off with his comrades, not leaving a trace.

You could already hear the police officers stepping out of their cars, fear flooding your stomach. Even though you had just defied the League, you were still a criminal. You had been doing illegal activities for months now-hell, you just stole a girls wallet 15 minutes ago and it was still in your damn pocket.

Even though a part of you was screaming for you to run as well, you fought off that flight response in order to help Kirishima off the floor.

His skin still feels warm, your hands making sure not to touch the tender parts of his skin from his fight. Even though he was smiling, you could tell he was in some pain. Your worst fear was already being realized-he got hurt over you. For you. You could never repay him for that, the guilt seeping into your core. 

“Kiri are you okay? Please tell me you are,” you pushed out, the tone of your voice desperate and pleading. “I’m so sorry-“

Kirishima looked up, his vermillion eyes as bright as ever as he caresses your cheek, sweeping the single tear off your face.

 “For what? You did nothing wrong y/n, you don’t have to be so sad over me-this is my job after all!” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as you began to help him stand up. He was slightly wobbly on his feet but seemed to be doing just fine. 

He gave you a small smile, a hint of worry in his eyes as he heard footsteps coming behind him.

“Just-let me do the talking, Kay?” He waited for you to give him a nod, his hands giving yours a gentle squeeze.

“Do you still have the wallet you stole?”

“The-? Oh, yeah, I do,” you stated quickly, the wallet resurfacing in your mind as you rummaged in your jacket, pulling it out and shoving it into his hand.

“Thanks,” he smiled at you, his cheeks warm as he faltered for the smallest second. 

It was evident he wanted to lean in and kiss you-the way he stared at your lips was quite evident and brought a blush to your cheeks. 

But Kirishima was still on duty, and couldn’t be so openly romantic when he was in his hero suit as well being approached by law enforcement. He instead opted to kiss your cheek, the smooth skin of his lips warming your whole body as he walked over to greet the police officer. 

Kirishima has spoke to the police officer for quite a while, a few others watching close behind as they surveyed you. You felt strange, standing there so alone as you watched Kirishima talk to the officer so warmly. 

You didn’t know what he was saying, or what he was doing, but you were hoping he was somehow sweet talking the officers. You watched him point to you at one point, his warm smile assuring your terrified face as the officer looked you up and down tentatively.

He motioned you to come over, as if trying to get a frightened animal to come near him. You followed his command, your steps hesitant as you approached the two men.

The officer face was hardened until he saw the look of terror on your face, his expression softening slightly.

“This is her?” He asked gruffly, turning to Kirishima.

“Yes,” he nodded his head in confirmation. “The LOV have been brainwashing her for their plans-she has intel the heroes could use to our advantage. Fat Gum’s agency needs her straight away in order to get that info from her. I promise we will get her in the system and any other information you may need on file.”

The officer gave you two a long look, sighing as he scratched his chin.

“Alright,” he complied, a huge smile erupting on Kirishimas face. “You two need a ride? You look pretty messed up.”

Kirishima gave a small chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “Uh-yeah, THAT'D be pretty nice actually-“

After the small car ride to Fat Gum’s agency, you had helped Kirishima out of the car and to Fat Gum’s office at the top floor. It seemed like someone had already alerted Fat Gum to Kirishima's arrival, because you two were instantly met by the pro hero with worried eyes once you reached his office.

“God Kirishima you had me so worried for a second!” He yelled, striding over to the bruised hero, “that receptionist really made it sound like you were in need of medical attention or something-“

“I’m fine Fat, you don’t gotta worry about me!” Kirishima said good naturedly, his perfect teeth glistening in the fluorescent lights. “I actually have some things I need your help with-“

“You definitely do if you're bringing a civilian into the office,” FatGum stared down at you with a warm smile, your heart beating guiltily. It was strange to see the hero in normal clothing in not in his larger form, his stature so much smaller it seemed from his usually large frame.

“The names Fat, but you can call me Taishiro!” He held out his hand in front of you, his bright personality radiating off of him, “and you are-“

“I-I’m y/n, sir,” you said hesitantly, taking your smaller hand in his. He was just as warm as Kirishima, like a bright ball of sun. 

No wonder Kirishima interned with Fatgum-he was just like him. Bright, fun, kind. Everything you so dearly craved for in your life, but couldn't quite grasp.

“I’m sorry, I’m not a civilian-I’m a criminal, a Villian,” you muttered sadly, your head hanging low, “well, I was-“

Fat Gum gave Kirishima a confused look, his happy exterior dropping slightly. 

“She was being forced to be a Villain by Shigaraki,” Kirishima quickly stepped forward, his tone serious as he defended you. “She wanted to leave the LOV, but they were threatening her.

“She didn’t do anything wrong-she just wanted to protect herself and the people around her.”

Fat Gum scratched the side of his cheek, his eyes lost in thought.

“Well Thats a strange situation to be in-I’m assuming you two know each other?”

You looked at Kirishima, red blossoming your cheeks just like his. 

Maybe it wasn’t the best time to tell his mentor that you had dramatically broke up with Kirishima over 3 months ago.

“We uh-“ Kirishima started, his voice wavering in uncertainty.

“We were classmates,” you chided in quickly, “I went to UA along with Kirishima, but the LOV forced me to leave the school.”

Fat Gum nodded his head, a sigh escaping his lips. “So-you’ve been working as a Villain, but against your will?”

You nodded your head, your breath caught in your throat as you awaited for the hero's reaction to this news of your true identity.

“This will get a little fuzzy legal wise, especially if people are looking for you-some may not trust what you say, even if you left the League and do everything in your power to change their minds.”

“Don’t worry though, I believe you,” the hero placed his hand in your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I believe Red Riot full heartedly in his perception of others and I’m pretty good at reading people too. I can tell youre not what the League tried to make you into.”

He sent you a warm grin, making you feel safe for what had felt like a long time.

“Would you be willing to answer questions about the League? about how they operate, how large they are, their plans-“

“Yes, anything to end them and help the heroes,” you answered quickly, your tone set in determination, “I’d be willing to do all of it.”

“Well that settles it!” Fat Gum said happily, the smile back on his face. “Tomorrow we’ll start talking to you about your experience with the League-but you two seem to need a well deserved nap.”

“Why don’t you keep her in your apartment Kirishima?” FatGum turned to the hero, Kirishimas dusted in pink by the proposition. “Shell feel

a little more comfortable since you're someone she knows, and she’s also close to the agency.”

Fat Gum gave you a soft smile, his eyes filled with reassurance. “Heroes will be around all day and all night, so nobody can come in and out.”

It surprised you how intuitive the hero was-he knew exactly how you were feeling. 

Even though you knew it was foolish, you still felt that somehow the League would find you and try to bring you back. You had clearly defied them, and it scared you that they be trying to get their revenge. 

But Fatgums charming smile was so reassuring and welcoming, you couldn’t give him a small smile back.

“I think I can manage that arrangement.”

“Good then,” he gave you two one last smile, ushering you two out the door, “make sure to get some rest-tomorrow will definitely be a long day. Make sure those injuries are doing well too, alright?”

You both gave the hero a curt response, turning your backs from the now closed doors.

Kirishima's heart began to beat intensely, his stomach filling with butterflies.

You had agreed to stay in his room? God, if someone had told him a few hours ago you’d be staying the night with him, he’d wouldn’t believe it for a second. But now this was happening, and he couldn’t be more ecstatic or nervous.

He stared at your profile, not missing the dusting of red on your cheeks-you were nervous too? It made him feel a little better inside, a small smile gracing his lips as he stretched out his hand.

“You ready?”

You looked down at the outstretched sha s in front of you, taking his palm in yours tentatively.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” 

He lead you through the agency, taking an elevator a few levels down in order to get to the apartments specifically for the heroes in training.

It was a short trip, but the fatigue that wa a beginning to hit your body was making it feel so much longer. The adrenaline rush you had felt all night was wearing off, your eyes fluttering as you will yourself to stay awake.

Kirishima noticed your sleepy state, a small chuckle escaping from his chest.

“You feeling tired?”

“Just-a little,” you yawned out, wrapping your hands around your body.

“Don’t worry-were almost at my place,” he gave you a sweet smile, his hands outstretched for yours as the elevator door opened. You took it gratefully, letting him lead you to his door as he opened it with ease.

You stepped inside, adjusting from the darkness as you took in the sight in front of you.

The room smelled of him-the warm and musky scent ofhis cologne lingering in the air. It was almost teasing you with its memories, a wave of comfort washing over you as you recalled all the times you buried your nose into his neck and smelled his scent. 

His room was pretty neat, surprisingly, his desk organized and his walls decorated with a few posters. You recognized some from his old room at UA-a Crimson Riot, his favorite band, and even a calendar he used to use frequently.

Some areas of his room signaled the busy life of his work stidy, his unmade bed strewn with clothing he had hastily ripped off, a small pile of clothes in a pile and his laptop charging in a corner of the room.

Kirishima cursed himself as he looked around the room, painstakingly noticing every little detail and mess, hating how he hadn’t cleaned up his room that day.

“Sorry for the mess, I didn’t expect to have anyone,” he chuckled nervously, already going around and picking up his things.

“It’s fine-I like it,” 

You were speaking the truth when you said it-you liked how it was so him, showing a glimpse into his daily life. It was warm and comforting, even residential, to see him in his day to day life.

“You do?”

You hummed a “yes”, feeling your heart beat fast when Kirishima closed the gap between you two, his palms gently grasping your arms. He breathed in a deep sigh, holding you close.

“God, you don’t know how much I missed you,” he sighed out breathlessly.

“I missed you too Kiri,” you looked down, old guilt resurfacing inside you, “I’m still sorry for being so-so mean to you-I should have just told you the truth, I shouldn't have lied-“

Kirishima smiled softly, lifting your chin with his finger.

“Don’t worry about that! That was in the past-now it’s just you and me, kay? You don’t have to worry about any of that, now”

He gave you a long look, sorry buried in his brows as you ran his fingers along your skin, feeling the bags under your eyes. You inhaled a deep breath, loving the electricity Kirishima set into your skin just from his touch.

“You really are tired, huh?” He asked quietly, his voice husky from exhaustion himself.

“And you're not?” You gave him a quirky smile, making him blush with a chuckle.

“Well, I didn’t say that,” he gave you a small grin, his hands returning back to their spots on your arms.

“Do you wanna sleep? You can take the bed if you want-I know it’s not made, but I can sleep on the couch if you’d like-“

“I want to sleep with you,” you replied softly, your eyes widening once you realized what you had just said.

You wanted to sleep with him? God, you sounded so perverted! 

“I-I mean I want to go to bed with you-I didnt mean-I just didn’t want to make you sleep somewhere else, since this your room-“

Kirishima's face was incredibly red, but the smile was still plastered on his face.

“Oh it’s alright, I really don’t mind either way.“

He pulled himself away from you gently, as he began searching through his dresser for some clothes.

“So-bed together?”

“Yup!” You replied back, popping the p as You sat on the unmade bed, your fingers dragging against the plus fabric as Kirishima turned around, sitting in front of you as he handed you one of his shirts.

“I know you don’t have any pajamas, so you can wear one of my shirts until we get you some clothes.”

“Mm, sounds good,” you smiled tenderly, loving how close he was as you ran your hands through his hair.

He sighed into your touch as he nuzzled into your skin, his breath warm against your skin.

He sat there for a few moments, finally rising sluggish and slow.

“Gotta move-or I’ll fall asleep right there,” he chuckled, walking over to the front of his closet. He began to take off the pieces of his hero suit, the large gears on his arms hitting the floor with a thud.

You admired how broad his shoulders were, the way his muscles rippled so evidently as he moved his bones to his will. He was so perfectly built, you could t help but drool at the firmness of his skin.

“Having fun over there?,” he turned around, a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he undid the belt around his waist.

“Just a little,” you gave him a small grin, hear flooding your face as you held the shirt close to your chest.

“You can go change in the bathroom if you’d like-you don’t have to stay out here if you’re not comfortable,” 

“And what if I am?” 

You laughed at the clearly evident blush on his cheeks, his face trying to hide the rush of embarrassment.

“Your a handful,” he chuckled, his hand running through his hair nervously.

He knew you were joking, and you two had only sorta, maybe gotten back together lass than an hour ago-but damn if he wasn’t nervous and excited by you being so flirtatious-in his room. 

For the rest of the night. 

You gave him one last smile before you disappeared into the bathroom, your hands closing the door gently.

God, it felt so nice to be in his arms again, to feel safe and warm. You had missed the fluttering feeling Kirishima gave you, like you could fly away  at any moment and you could care less. You brought your nose to the cloth of the worn shirt, the powerful smell of his detergent and cologne washing over you. It was so comforting, a nostalgic feeling filling your body as you remembered how much you missed his scent. 

You quickly stripped of your clothes, happy to be free of the uncomfortable garments finally. Since Kirishima didn’t hand you any shorts to wear, you decided to only wear the shirt he had given you over your underwear. The softness of the shirt felt so relaxing against your tired skin, almost like getting a hug from the boy himself. You smiled a deep sigh, happy to see that the shirt was long enough to at least cover your underwear from plan view and you splashed your face with some cold water, rinsing away all the fears from tonight.

You would have a long day tomorrow answering questions about the League-you could at least give yourself tonight to forget and be worry free.

Kirishima was hastily changing before you came out of the bathroom, dreading the idea of you seeing him half naked as he swapped out of his hero suit. He opted to wear something comfortable, grey sweatpants and an old black tshirt, his body running frantically to clean his room. Now that he got the chance to properly clean his room, he was a mad man trying to make it to his liking. He shoved clothes into his closet, made his bed, even hiding cords under his bed. 

If you were going to be in his room, he was at least going to give off some impression of him being neat.

He was now laying on his newly made bed, his hands occupied with checking his phone as he heard the bathroom door opening, your footsteps soft on the carpet of his room.

He looked up, a question about to fall from his lips until his mind went completely blank at the sight of you.

There you were, standing in his room, looking as beautiful as ever wearing his shirt and nothing else. He couldn't help but stare at your legs, worshipping the curves as his mouth was agape from awe.

He didn’t fully prepare himself at the sight of you in his clothes, but god did you wear them so perfectly-

“You okay Kiri?” You gave a nervous laugh, striding over to the bed, settling your knees on the plush comforter.

The shirt road up from the movement t, showing more of those pretty thighs of yours that made him practically drool.

“Ne-never been better!” He tried to compose himself, his voice rising slightly.

God, he needed to get ahold of himself.

“You look pretty comfy,” he gave a small comment on your outfit, loving how bashful you look at the comment.

“Of course I am,” you replied back, crawling over to his side of the bed. He gulped at the sight of you coming so close to him, “I’m in your clothes after all.”

You sat your body next to Kirishima, your hand finding his as your other lightly rested on his stomach. 

“You know, I’ve always thought you looked good in anything,” he smiled, his eyes dark like wine, “but you wearing my clothes-you looked best in that,” 

“Really?” You gave the boy a shit eating grin, knowing full well you were playing a dangerous game now.

This night could end in two different scenarios: one could complicate things, and one could really complicate things.

You’d take the latter, if he was willing.

You shifted your body around him, straddling his waist as his shirt rode up, exposing your thighs even more.

“And what about when they're not on?”

Kirishima's heart beat at an insane pace in his chest-was this wrong to do? He didn’t know and frankly, he didn’t care at that moment.

He returned the smile, his hands traveling underneath the soft shirt.

“Even better.”

Tagging (anyone who commented or asked for a part 2- I tried to get everyone!):

@cellotonin​ @bakugous-forehead​ @lgbtonystarks​ @marrypuffsstuff​ @lady-bakuhoe​ @kurinhimenezu​ @hipster-merchant-of-death​ @hot-pocket01​ @bubblegum-bee-otch​ @kai-charm​

[shinsorokiri]

UA Idol | Chapter Two

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: Language, big anxiety, hint at being used

A/N: I am so sorry I forgot to upload last week! It was my birthday last Saturday and... I had a good time haha. But here is chapter two! Okay, so the “original songs” aren’t actually originals, and I put the lyrics in the actual writing because I know that sometimes people can’t listen to the songs recommended for a fic, so yeah. The songs are “Seventeen (Reprise)” by Troye Sivan and “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight” by Birdy. If you wanted to listen while reading, that would be cool, but it’s not required! Either way I hope you enjoy!

UA Idol Masterlist

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“Oh well aren’t you just the cutest little thing!”

“Midnight, please stop calling every single contestant cute.”

“Why don’t you beg me to Aizawa.”

“No.”

“I gotta agree with her on this one, Aizawa. She’s cute.”

“Hawks, could you at least try to be professional.”

“Ha! Funny! Hi there, chickadee!” Hawks winks, and you grin. “Hello.”

“Alright, so give us the run-down of everything, you know name, reason you’re here, all that. I’m sure you’re tired of being asked, but it would be nice if we knew,” Toshinori says, giving you a wide grin. He seems like the most levelheaded out of all of them, but you know just how goofy he can get. Especially when he’s egged on by Midnight and Hawks. “Ah, I’m (F/n) (L/n), I’m here because well, my roommate Mina talked me into it.”

“The girl we just saw?” “Yeah, she didn’t want to audition alone and she knows that I write songs, so she pushed me to audition, mostly because I’ve been kind of out of the music scene for a hot minute because my ex-boyfriend didn’t like that I did it, so this is like diving right back into. Headfirst. Without taking any diving classes,” you say, and Midnight cocks her head to the side. “Ex-boyfriend? Didn’t like that you did music? Why?”

“He said it was childish and that I need to get a job that will actually provide for me, and since he was older than me, he thought he knew everything. And that’s how I ended up working at some boring ass retail job. Oh, sorry I just swore,” you say, covering your mouth with one hand, eyes wide. Luckily, they all (except for Aizawa, no one knows if he actually smiles since he’s never… done it) chuckle at your reaction. “Don’t worry, they can censor it in post-production,” Midnight says as she leans back in her chair. “I see you brought your own guitar, too! how wonderful! I can’t wait to hear what you’ll be singing for us!” Nori says, still smiling at you, and you feel your nerves slip away. Even though they’re literally legends, they’re actually nice. Wild.

“Speaking of, darling, what will you be singing for us?” Midnight asks and you bite your lip. “Well, actually I have an original that I wrote,” you say, and their interests are visibly all piqued by that. “What’s it called?”

“Seventeen.”

“Alright! Whenever you’re ready!”

You give them a small smile before beginning to strum your instrument, quickly changing between chords. You had a longer version to this song, but you were supposed to cut down the song you were auditioning with to a smaller portion. This was the original poem that you wrote and transformed into a song, so you decided to turn that into your audition. Maybe if you get through, you’ll be able to perform the full song.

“I got these beliefs that I think you wanna break,

Got something here to lose that I think you wanna take from me.

You tell me I’m asleep but I wanna be awake,

Got something here to lose that I know you wanna take.

And he said age is just a number, just like any other,

We can do whatever, do whatever you want.

Girl becomes woman now, can’t tell a man to slow down,

He’ll just do whatever do whatever he wants.

Here he comes,

Like he just walked out of a dream

Doesn’t care you’re seventeen

Or maybe he forgot what it means?

Oh, but here he comes.

Here he comes.”

Your playing is flawless, and your voice is on its A-Game today. You finish up the song, finally looking at the judges who are all just... staring at you? Intensely? Is… that bad…? Suddenly, Midnight speaks. “Do you play piano, too?”

“Uh, yeah. Not as well as guitar, but I’m okay at it...”

“Give us another song.”

“What?!”

“(Y/n), no songwriter who writes something like that only has one song. You definitely have another one,” Aizawa says, and you shrug, scratching the back of your neck. “I may have another one...”

“Please, play it for us!” Nori insists, enthusiastically banging on the table like your drunk friend who sees your waiter bringing their food. Ah. There’s the Toshinori Yagi everyone knows and loves. “If you insist,” you say, nervous, but excited to have the opportunity to perform another one of your songs. “What’s this one called?” Aizawa asks as you hand your guitar to a crew member, making your way over to the piano. “Uh… it’s called The District Sleeps Alone Tonight.”

“Interesting name,” Midnight says, grinning at you. “I’m warning you my piano skills are rusty, so this may be really bad,” you tell them, earning a chuckle from Hawks, Nori, and Midnight before you start to play a second song. You play the opening, beginning to sing.

“Smeared black ink.

Your face is ashen, and I'm barely listening,

To last demands.

I'm staring at the asphalt wondering,

What's buried underneath.

Where I am?

Where I am.

I'll wear my badge.

A vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest.

Tells your new friends,

I am a visitor here,

I am not permanent.

And the only thing,

Keeping me dry is.

Where I am; in this gaudy apartment complex,

Explaining that I am just visiting.

And I am finally seeing,

Why I was the one worth leaving.

D.C. sleeps alone tonight.

D.C. sleeps alone tonight.

In this gaudy apartment complex,

Explaining that I am just visiting.

And I am finally seeing, why I was the one worth leaving.”

All of your songs are sad, but I mean. You’ve been through some shit. Of course, they’re going to be sad. You literally can’t think of the last time you wrote an actual happy love song. You’re always writing, but love is just a foreign concept to you at this point. At least the good parts of love. You were far too familiar with bad parts. You shorten this one as well, cutting it off smoothly. You didn’t play the piano half bad, which was a relief. You stand back up walking to where you were before taking your place at the piano, retrieving your guitar from the crew member. “Were those by chance both about this ex that you mentioned?” Hawks asks, and you nod. “Yeah, he gave me… quite the material to write about,” you say with a small laugh. Before you know it, Midnight has engulfed you in a hug. Damn, she smells good. Since you’re holding your guitar, you only use one arm to hug her back. How did you end up in this position? You never thought the Midnight would ever hug you. Honestly, one of the best feelings. Ever. She smiles at you, squeezing your shoulder before going back to her seat. Oh yeah, I guess both of those songs did kind of confirm some… not so good things about him. Well that makes sense now. “Well, chickadee, I don’t think I can actually judge you. You’re a better songwriter than I’ll ever be.”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“It hurts me to say it, it really does. But I’m being one hundred percent genuine with you.”

“Did you know you’re actually the first person to ever get his prideful ass to admit that he wasn’t as good at something as someone?” Aizawa says, and you just give a small smile. First, they ask you to sing another one of your original songs, and then Keigo Takami tells you you’re a better songwriter than him? This is all way too much. You expected them to like, maybe say your songs were okay but here you are, receiving extreme compliments. From your literal idols. You’re fine. It’s fine. This is cool. This is normal. “Seriously, though. Your song writing skills are on par with all of ours, if not even better. And your voice is one of the best we’ve heard in the competition so far. Top two material if you ask me. Good job,” Aizawa continues. Okay. No longer fine. This is not cool. This is crazy.

“Also, rusty on the piano my ass!” Midnight exclaims and you laugh. “I think I speak for all of us when I say yes. Anyone want to lie and say I’m wrong?” Nori asks, and your eyes go wide when none of them say anything. You even got Aizawa’s yes? He’s literally there to keep people in check, he barely ever says yes to anyone. And he was saying yes to you? Hawks holds out the ticket with a smirk, and you just stare at it with wide eyes. “Wait… really?”

“Yes, really! Now take it! We’ll see you in Hell Week,” Midnight says, and you walk forward, grabbing the ticket and thanking all of them. As you leave you hear murmurs from them, but only hushed words like “unbelievable” and “amazing.” You walk out of the doors, still shocked, honestly. The first person you see is Mina, and you slowly hold up your ticket. She literally, literally tackles you in a hug. She’s also kinda screaming. And Present Mic joins her. This is what purgatory is, isn’t it?

[prince-liest]

Author Interview

I saw @ta1k-less post this the other day and thought it looked really fun!

Fandoms: My Hero Academia, and also technically Avatar: the Last Airbender. I feel kinda bad about the latter because my ATLA works have gotten a lot of love, but I really don’t intend to write for ATLA again beyond maybe finishing one of my WIPs.

Where I post: On AO3 as Princeliest, though I usually crosspost a link here on Tumblr, too! I used to have an FFN account that I don’t use anymore, but I really love AO3.

Most popular one shot: Dishabille for BNHA, and the Ancient Art of Jerkbending for ATLA! ATLA is a really active fandom and I wrote Jerkbending for the ATLA Big Bang, so I’m not really surprised by that, but I really didn’t expect Dishabille to get traffic! It’s a pretty niche story!

Most popular multichapter fic: While Dish Duty technically has more hits, I think the Sword of Damocles is Swinging is more popular in the sense that I am apparently actually known for writing it. That’s really heartening - I poured a lot of heart into that story, and it was also my debut for getting into fic writing!

Favorite story written so far: This is a mean question. :( I love the Sword of Damocles is Swinging unabashedly, but I’m also in the middle of writing :X and it has ended up very close to my heart as well.

Fic I was nervous to post: I’m gonna cheat and mention a fic I will be posting in the future. It doesn’t have a title yet, but there’s a smarmy Jetko oneshot that’ll eventually see the light of day. I’m nervous about it because I don’t usually write shipping - the trash fire qualities of Jetko just won me over. Plus, they kiss in it. I just feel really weird writing romance! Especially with how many ‘I don’t usually-’ comments I’ve gotten on the past!Jetko allusions in my other two ATLA fics.

Do you outline?: Hell, yeah. Pages and pages. Thing of the essay outlines you had to do in high school. Now multiply by three.

Complete: 20! :D For various fandoms, but mostly My Hero Academia. I never thought I’d get this far, actually, and I’m still going strong! (Technically 22 complete, but shhh, that’s zine stuff that’ll be published eventually.)

In progress: :X is still a WIP (though almost done) and I have tragically abandoned and discontinued an old Percy Jackson fic from before the final book to Heroes of Olympus was even out. I’m honestly kind of tempted to workshop the hell out of it and see if I can ever finish it. Aside from that, I have 8 WIPs that I haven’t finished yet but will definitely be posted at some point.

Coming soon: The final chapter and epilogue of :X, the next installement of Shinsou’s Bad Days series (titled Cute), holiday gift fics, and some cool Hawks stuff depending on when I can post zine works! Plus some oneshots I’m either gonna post randomly or save for events.

Do I accept prompts?: Hell yeah! Absolutely zero commitment from me that I’ll write them, but I’ll at least chatter excitedly, and I’ve definitely written things in the past that gave me brainworms.

Upcoming works I’m most excited for: Cute!!! I’m so excited for Cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s going to be the third (and final, probably, though not the last of my Shinsou ideas) installment of Hitoshi Shinsou's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days, this time feat. Eri, and I am SO excited about it! I’m also really hyped for my ideas for a Shinsou and Aizawa fake dad-ing AU, feat. Shinsou & Todoroki trauma bonding.

Tagging: If you follow me and think this would be fun to do, please do it and tag me so I can read it! <3 (And if you love me, do it in an original post and not a reblog, haha.)

[phoenixkaizen]

Chicken Soup

Summary: Prompt fic. How about a prompt of Bakugo catching a bad cold for like the first time in his life and Todoroki trying to take care of him. But cold meds make Bakugo a whiny difficult child. Author's Note: I literally couldn't think of a title for this one but oh my god the thought of Bakugou just having refusing to play nice (even though that is totally him) count me in. So somehow, I managed to turn this into something completely different than my original plan for it because well Bakugou is Bakugou so I decided to go a different route. This is mostly from Bakugou's centric/point of view. Warnings: BAKUGOU! HE IS HIS OWN WARNING.

The minute that he woke up, Bakugou knew something was wrong with him. His head pounded within his skull, his nose was running and every breath he took made him wheeze. His entire body ached as he shuffled on the bed. A round of coughs ripped through him as he took another breath, his throat getting more irritated with each cough. His eyes watered as he attempted to catch his breath between wheezes and coughs. Snatching up the water bottle that was on his bed side table, he took a large swig. The water felt good against the heat of his throat. In short terms, he felt like absolute shit. He looked over at the time, a string of curses coming out once it read: 10:52 am. Throwing the covers off of him, he stumbled out of bed and rushed over to his closest. He pulled off his sweating clothes and threw them into his hamper. He grabbed a fresh set of clothes and pulled the fabric over his sore body. His muscles screamed in protest as he forced his way towards the door. As he grabbed the handle, he let out a rough sneeze, wincing as the force hurt his throat. His lungs burning as he forced himself to leave the room and his body swayed with every step that he took. A string of coughs erupted from his throat as he finally made it to the common room. A few of his classmates were already sitting the lounge, talking amongst themselves as he braced himself on the wall. Midoriya, Shinsou, and Todoroki looked over to him. Todoroki's face was etched in concern as he jumped up from his spot and rushed over to the coughing blonde. Bakugou almost let out a sigh of relief as he felt the cold hand of Todoroki's right side slide up under his bangs and fall onto his forehead. "Katsuki, you're burning up. We need to get you to Recovery Girl." Todoroki muttered, moving around Bakugou and placing his hands on the older boy's sides. Bakugou scoffed, pushing Todoroki with his shoulder. "No, I'm fine." "No, you aren't Katsuki. You're sick." Todoroki gave a defeated sigh. He placed his hands back onto Bakugou's sides and forced the Explosion Quirk user to stand back up. "At least go lay back in bed. You need to rest." Bakugou went to resist but the look on Todoroki's face along caused him to grumble and agree. He allowed himself to lean against Todoroki's right side as the younger teen started to guide him back towards his room. Basking in the coldness that radiated off of him, Bakugou couldn't help but feel the relief of the cool skin against his own. It only took a few moments before Todoroki was pushing his dorm room door open. The dual haired boy didn't say anything as he maneuvered the sick teen back onto the bed. Todoroki softly smiled as Bakugou grumbled again about being fine as he pulled the sheet over his boyfriend's body. "Just lay here, I'll be right back." He whispered. Bakugou only growled as Todoroki turned on his heel and left the room. A shiver raced up Bakugou's spine, forcing his body to shake from the sudden movement. Another round of coughs left him as he pulled the sheet under his chin and burrowed into the bed. His eyes slipped shut and he was sent into a dreamless sleep. x He wasn't sure how long he had slept for before he felt a hand shaking him out of his slumber. Cracking his eyes open and blinking out the blurriness of sleep, Todoroki came into his line of vision. The younger teen smiled down at him as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Here, take this for me. You are showing signs of having a cold. You need to take medicine as soon as possible so it doesn't get worse." The dual haired teen muttered, motioning for Bakugou to sit up.    "I've never had a cold in my life. I don't get colds." Bakugou retorted but complying as he allowed Todoroki to help him sit up. Todoroki kept his face blank as he placed the medicine in the blonde's hand and a glass of water occupied his other. Bakugou eyed the pills sitting in his palm. "I don't care if you haven't had one before. Everyone gets a cold sometime in their life. Even me. So take the medicine. The faster you get the feeling better, the faster you can return to training." Todoroki stated, eyeing the older teen until Bakugou gave in and threw the pills into his mouth. The younger teen smiled as he handed the glass of water over to him. Bakugou mumbled underneath his breath as he took a swig from the water. Todoroki took a hold of the glass again and placed it on Bakugou's bed side table. "Just rest now, Katsuki. I know you think you are fine but you need to rest." Todoroki said, knowing that Bakugou was going to fight against it. Bakugou laid on his stomach, groaning as a wave of nausea hit him from the pills going down his throat. Todoroki sighed softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He rubbed soft circles into Bakugou's lower back. "This is terrible." Bakugou finally admitted. "I don't get colds. Why is this happening to me?" He said, his voice muffled from shoving his face into his pillow. "Go ahead and rest up some more. I'm going to go get you something to eat." Todoroki muttered, running his fingers through the blonde hair. "I won't be long. You might get sleepy from the medicine." Bakugou didn't say anything as he felt the weight of Todoroki's body leave the bed. He didn't catch what Todoroki had said as his eyes slipped shut again. He wsa beyond exhausted. He had never felt this tired in his life. Before he knew it, he was asleep again. x When he woke up again, an hour and half had passed. He sat up slowly, reaching over and grabbing a napkin to wipe his runny nose. Bakugou left out a rough sneeze, dropping the tissue to the floor. A string of curses left his mouth as he leaned over and grabbed the tissue before throwing it into the garbage can next to his desk. A small knock on the door caught his attention and the door opened to reveal Todoroki with a tray with a bowl on it. Todoroki smiled at him, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "You feeling any better, Katsuki?" He questioned as Bakugou fell back onto the bed and groaned. "I'm fine, Shoto. I keep telling you I'm fine." Bakugou snapped, looking over to Todoroki. Todoroki shuffled on his feet for a moment before motioning at the tray. "I brought you some soup. I thought it might be easy on your stomach and help with your throat." Todoroki stated, going to hand the tray over. Bakugou growled, throwing his hand up without watching what he was doing. "I don't need no stupid ass soup. I'm fine. Why can't you see that?" A gasp left Todoroki, forcing Bakugou to look back up at him. His eyes widened once he saw the bowl fall to the floor. Todoroki's entire front and half of his face was now covered in soup, noodles, and little pieces of chicken. A few pieces of vegetables were sitting on his clothes and the floor. "Shoto--" "It's okay. Um, I'll just leave you alone." Todoroki muttered, hiding his eyes behind his hair. The younger teen rushed out of the room before Bakugou could say anything else to him. Bakugou huffed as he looked down at the ground to where the tray, bowl, and spoon were sitting. He sighed, kneeling down to pick up the fallen objects. x An hour had passed as Bakugou lounged on his bed, feeling slightly better now that the medicine had worked it's way through his system. Todoroki stayed on his mind as he stared up to the ceiling. The look of total defeat was something he never wanted to see on Todoroki's face again. Yet, he had caused it. A loud knock came from his door before he heard the familiar voice of Mr. Aizawa on the other side announcing that he was coming in. A second later, the door opened to reveal his homeroom teacher. "Come to scold me?" Bakugou scoffed, looking back up to the ceiling. Mr. Aizawa sighed, walking into the room and closing the door behind him. "Actually no. I came to have you take some more medicine and eat some dinner since I know you didn't eat lunch." The pro hero stated. Bakugou peered over to him to see that Aizawa did indeed have medicine in one hand and a tray in the other. "Todoroki asked me to check in on you." The teacher got over to the bed, placing the tray down onto the table and handing over the medicine. "Just take the medicine. I don't want to hear about more of your whining and saying you are fine." Aizawa scorned. Bakugou frowned as he took the pills away from his teacher and quickly swallowed them. Grabbing the glass of water from before, he took a quick drink to wash it down. He grimaced at the pain in his throat before reaching over and grabbing an orange slice from the plate. Aizawa looked over his shoulder for a moment before taking a seat in the chair at Bakugou's desk. He sighed for a second, lacing his fingers together as he looked at his student. "You know, I get to being a pretty big jerk whenever I get sick but when someone is trying to help. It's not that they don't think you can't take care of yourself or that you aren't okay enough too." He paused, taking in a deep breath as Bakugou just looked at him. "I saw Todoroki earlier. He came to me to get you the medicine that you took. Then he had asked me for permission to go see Lunch Rush. That soup that you split on him, he made by hand from scratch with Lunch Rush's help." Aizawa stated. Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut with a bow of his head, taking in a deep breath. He was such an asshole. "When someone takes care of another person, even with a cold. It's because they care and want to see you get better. Bakugou, I know you have an explosive attitude but Todoroki was only trying to be there for you." Bakugou exhaled the breath that he didn't notice that he had been holding. "God, I'm an asshole." He muttered. Aizawa reached out, patting Bakugou on the shoulder. "Just get to feeling better than apologize to him. He was only trying to show you that he cares for you." The teacher stated, standing up from the chair and moving to leave the room. Bakugou called out, causing the man to stop. "Where is he?" Aizawa thought for a moment. "He was in the shower when the others were making dinner. He should be getting out but you should rest." The man stated, not even looking back at the teen before he exited the room. Once Aizawa was completely gone, Bakugou looked to the dinner plate before scoffing and getting up from the bed. He rushed out of the room, his energy slowly coming back from the naps and medicine kicking in finally. He rushed towards the boy's bathrooms and paused as Todoroki came out with a towel around his neck. His hair was still dripping from the clear shower that he had. Todoroki jumped once he realized that Bakugou was standing right there. "Katsuki, you should be resting." Todoroki stated, rubbing the towel against his hair. "I will but I wanted too.." Bakugou started, looking away for a moment. He clasped a hand on the back of his neck with his face flushing. "Do you have anymore of that soup?" Todoroki smiled softly, reaching out and grabbing Bakugou's hand. "Of course. I kinda figured you would end up getting into a bad mood cause you didn't feel good so I made extra." He said, motioning for Bakugou to follow him. Bakugou let his face break into a smile before following behind the younger teen.

[quirkless-and-embarrassed]

Sir Nighteye

Ok, I watched the anime and felt like doing another character meme!

Spoilers for Overhaul arc/season four of the anime.

Favorite thing about him:

I like that Nighteye didn’t allow his admiration of All Might to turn him into a pushover. Such adulation could have blinded him to All Might’s flaws, something Midoriya struggles with, but Nighteye stood firm, spoke his mind, and took action in accordance with what he believed. The way Nighteye willingly, gladly admits to being wrong (about Midoriya and All Might’s decision to fight fate) makes it clear that it wasn’t pride that drove Nighteye away from All Might, but actually principles and genuine concern/panic. Nighteye was happy to be wrong, even though it meant that his failures to change the future were true failures and not simply something out of his control. Knowing this enabled Nighteye to let go of his underlying fear that his quirk didn’t just see the future, it set the future in stone, and he’s able to die peacefully after giving All Might and Midoriya his full, unconditional approval, and after internally apologizing to Mirio for seeing him as a vessel before realizing the error of his ways.

Nighteye presumably awakened his quirk when was four or five, and he was thirty-eight when he died. That’s thirty-four years—he could have used his quirk easily thousands of times, maybe more than ten-thousand—and never once has the future significantly deviated from what he saw. Essentially, his quirk’s been the daily Word Of God since he was five years old. It’s easy for Midoriya or Rock Lock to say, bring it on, I can smash fate; for Nighteye, who has actually tried, it’s a completely different ballgame. He knows what it MEANS to try to change to fate, but he’s determined to try anyways.

I like the balance Nighteye strikes between fierce idealism and calculated realism. Yeah, the narrative often criticizes realism for not being plus ultra, but it’s a quality I like. Nighteye wanted to carefully plan Eri’s rescue and Overhaul’s arrest, but his caution didn’t make him any less committed or passionate, or any less admirable than anyone who would have (tried to) saved her immediately (it’s not like Overhaul would let anyone walk away with her).

I like his hero name. The Sir invokes the honor of a knight, All Might’s vassal, the “eye” is obvious, and “night” because he can see in the “dark”: the future is clear to him. Plus, I like the night/knight pun.

I also like just how gangly, angular, and weird he looks. He has some quality body language with the angle of his head.

Least favorite thing about him:

His stamps…his abs…come on. He doesn’t need to a fantastic fighter. His stamps are a funny weapon to be sure, but it irritates me that they’re as strong as they are. It’s ridiculous that Nighteye could cartoonishly hurl Rappa the way he did, and it was stupid to tear his shirt to show off how ripped he was. I felt like Horikoshi was trying to show us that Nighteye meets the standards of a conventional hero, when he could be just as much of a hero using his brain. At the most, someone like Nighteye, who emphasizes logic and excels at predicting opponents’ next moves, should be carrying a gun like the police.

The tickle machine. Eughh. I could barf at how much I hate it.

It’s also frustrating that Nighteye completely wrote Midoriya off as a “quirkless middle-schooler” who could never become the Symbol of Peace and actively undermined All Might even now that he was finally raising a successor. I can at least respect how upfront he is about it: Midoriya knows what he’s getting into by the time he submits his work study application to UA. But even without that, Nighteye doesn’t trouble me as much as he did the first time I read the manga because 1) I figure Nighteye saw Midoriya when he foresaw All Might’s doomed future, because Midoriya is such a big part of his life that of course Nighteye saw him, 2) Nighteye is aware that they’re working on an extremely tight timeline: All Might is due to die within the next year or two, so picking a baby successor who’s going to need tons of hands-on guidance is a bad move, and 3) Nighteye paid the price for his “quirkless” comment when Mirio lost his quirk, and, despite what he said, it was clear that he didn’t love Mirio less, or respect him less as a hero, because of it.

I like that Nighteye appreciates humor, but his final speech about laughter and smiling, combined with Mirio’s determinedly positive reaction, makes me think that he may not have taught Mirio that it’s okay to be sad, that you don’t need to always smile. That would be a disappointing failure on Nighteye’s part, since the overwhelming pressure All Might feels to be positive+proactive is part of what made him unable to accept Nighteye’s criticism. It also fits with how Nighteye’s inner monologues tend to be more sympathetic than his actual dialogue, so maybe Nighteye should have tried to be less didactic and tell Mirio that he has been Nighteye’s pride and joy, instead of thinking that and giving Mirio a last speech on the importance of smiles and humor. I think he would have been a better teacher if he’d allowed himself to be more sentimental.

Favorite line:

My absolute favorite is in ch137, as he observes Mirio’s guilt from letting Overhaul retrieve Eri and bring her back to his headquarters. Nighteye thinks:

I can’t say whether or not the future can be changed. But we can change the past. How we view the past and interpret it. That much is possible.

It’s an important life lesson, and I like how he inverts the typical, “the past can’t be changed, but you can control the future so that’s what matters” perspective.

I also like it in ch130, when Nighteye berates-slash-comforts Midoriya, who regrets allowing Overhaul take Eri back: “Enough of that arrogant thinking! Haste makes waste. Go after him haphazardly, and he’ll slip through our fingers. You’re not quite so special as to save whom you want, when you want.” Then he elaborates on their plan and finishes with a bang: “The world is not so accommodating that you can act the hero because you feel like it. The cleverest villains out there lurk in the shadows. There will be times when every precaution must be taken.”

One more, in ch161. When he’s on his deathbed, Nighteye looks at Mirio and thinks, In the beginning…I only brought you in as a potential vessel, but you stuck by me, believed in me, and at some point…you became my pride and joy.

BROTP:

Him and Mirio. I love how Nighteye took Mirio under his wing in a half-logical way, viewing him as All Might’s proper successor, only to accidentally raise Mirio as his own successor.

I wish we got to see Nighteye and Aizawa interact more. They’re both the rational mentors who get attached to their kids. It would have been nice to see Aizawa talk to Nighteye about his problem child or about Mirio, or to help Midoriya navigate his relationship with Nighteye, but since Aizawa doesn’t know about OfA and Nighteye was on his way out anyways…oh well.

I’d also love to have seen Nighteye and Hawks interact. They’re connected on a meta level, as the unofficial righthand men of the #1 heroes, and also by the idea of fate. Nighteye’s arc centered on the fact he could see the future, and the future he saw could not be changed. Hawks may or may not know it, but the imagery surrounding him is unmistakeable, and we the readers know that some sort of doom is waiting for the man who goes too fast. Whether Hawks can defy fate or if he’ll be crushed by it remains to be seen (and, like Nighteye, he’s not looking promising).

Hawks takes one look at Nighteye—perfectly pressed suit, pinched, no-nonsense expression and all—and is like oh this guy looks like he’s gonna be fun. Nighteye looks even more tightly wound than Endeavor. But actually, Nighteye actually respects and appreciates Hawks’s cavalier attitude! And though they rarely see each other, since they live far apart, they become friends who mainly swap information and keep each other up to date on villain things. Occasionally Hawks will see something ridiculous, like a meme or something, and send it to Nighteye, and Nighteye follows Hawks on social media and sometimes likes his stuff.

It’d be especially interesting to see them disagree about All Might. Nighteye is such a hardcore fanboy, Hawks professes to not be a fan, the Symbol of Peace is such an important part of how Nighteye envisions the future, and it’d be interesting to hear Hawks’s perspective on the Symbol of Peace and where it fits into his vision of the future.

I also appreciate Nighteye and All Might’s relationship, but like…idk, they got so little time together in canon, I kinda prefer to think of it as a dead brotp. Even if Nighteye had survived, I would kinda want his relationship with All Might not to be very close, because even though they weren’t angry anymore didn’t mean they could pick up where they left off.

OTP:

Hmm…not really anyone. I haven’t read much Nighteye fic. There is this one touching soulmate AU where he and All Might both bear the black symbol of someone who has been rejected by their soulmate…here.

NOTP:

No, not really.

Random headcanon:

One of the reasons he reacted so harshly to Midoriya as All Might’s successor is that when he foresaw All Might’s death, he also saw Midoriya. Midoriya’s failure to protect All Might from his gruesome death revealed him as an unfit successor, and he believes if he can remove Midoriya from the equation, then he will have changed the future.

Nighteye helped All Might track down AfO to avenge Nana, and he felt partially responsible for All Might’s injury in addition to fearing that his quirk set All Might’s future in stone.

Nighteye used his quirk on All Might between surgeries, because he couldn’t stand not knowing whether All Might would survive his wounds from AfO or not. He should have stopped when he saw All Might survived, but—he’s such a fanboy, and he saw that future!him was terrified and arguing with All Might about something, and he knew immediately just from the expression on his own face that he’d foreseen All Might’s death. He couldn’t resist looking ahead to find it and learn how much time All Might had left.

…part of me thinks that the reason Nighteye’s foresight was wrong about Midoriya’s death was because Eri also has a time-related quirk, and there was nothing Midoriya really did to change fate. Which would be sad, but. Yeah.

I’d like to think that Nighteye had a really wacky, judgmental cat with a questionably funny name. It sat on top of the fridge and looked down on him when he came home late. After his death, it becomes his agency’s cat and harbors a dangerous grudge against Bubble Girl’s aromatic bubbles.

Unpopular opinion:

It seems like plenty of people dislike him, so…I like him? He’s not even close to one of my favorites, but still.

Even though I like him, I was surprised to discover he was dead—I forgot he died, so I guess his death scene didn’t leave an impression on me. Looking back on it, I think it’s a nice enough scene, but at the time I was probably too exasperated by the overhaul arc as a whole to care much.

idk, I don’t see people talk about him much.

Song I associate with him:

uh…um…well……there isn’t really any music I associate with him. Here are a few songs that are very loose associations, I guess.

Darkside of the Sun by Tokio Hotel reminds me of how All Might’s public persona has taken over his identity, and Nighteye is seeking to save his life by retiring his persona.

Carry Me Down by Demon Hunter has the line “I know the pain inside my heart / can’t break the fear inside of yours,” which reminds me of Nighteye’s grief can’t persuade All Might to confront the reality of his imminent death, plus other stuff in the song about unspoken regrets and death.

And last, Turns to Dust by Sound Surfer and Nilka reminds me of Shigaraki (for obvious reasons), but I think it also speaks to Nighteye’s fear of his quirk.

Favorite picture of him:

Ch126 – Nighteye’s glare when Midoriya mimics All Might’s smile! He sure is intimidating 😂

Episode 75 – This moment did nothing for me in the manga, but it was genuinely moving in the anime. The voice acting and music <3 

I’ve also done Todoroki, Bakugo, Uraraka, Endeavor, Amajiki, and Shinsou!

[bnhatrashdumpster]

41 for the fanfic thing

my dumbass accidentally closed the tab when i was 80% finished :’) but here you go anon

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

erased potential: the aizawa-trains-midoriya premise immediately caught my eye. it’s something i’ve never considered before, but actually makes so much sense. and the tododeku's always a big plus (though i haven’t even read till there yet oops)

summer stars: domestic tododeku = life. also inko is such a sweet mom i can’t

thirst: okay it’s a bit embarrassing to not finish a oneshot in one go... but i just really wanna savor class 1-a having a normal, fun day without getting death threats or villain invasions. also the title’s a pun (water fight, y’know) and i appreciate that

kaminari’s declassified coming out survival guide: i didn’t finish because i accidentally skipped a chapter (read #2 before #1) and was really confused for a moment. but shinkami’s always fun to read

reanimate: the worldbuilding and backstory are so captivating already! and i always love an unreliable narrator :)

bonus: the nonexistent third chapter of my neighbor todoroki (i have a grand total of 3 sentences on my doc right now. it’s on a semi-hiatus so i can work on a fic for another big bang challenge)

this may be surprising, but i’m not that much of a fic reader, and don’t really keep up to date with the newest works (i have a hard time keeping my own writing coming out as it is). i still love and appreciate all of the ones i do read, as well as their creators, no less

give me a fanfic ask!

[longlivejasongrace]

the luck i've had can make a good man turn bad

i meant to make a more fleshed out companion piece to my erasermight fic halley’s comet with alternative universe scenes or more reunions but i never came around to finish it so i’m just gonna post what i had here because i want it to see the light of day, i actually quite liked what i had so far.

if you dont feel like reading the original story, it’s an au where yagi and aizawa met in the first workplace experience aizawa had while they both were in high school.

before.

“Ah, Aizawa!”

Shōta flinched and turned around. The 1-B class had moved to the training grounds to hold a practical exercise with the two top students of Yūei and now one of them was jogging towards him. Shōta looked at him, his eyes inevitably following the movement of blond bangs swinging from side to side.

“Yagi.”

It was…. cute.

“I didn’t know you were in this class!” The way his smile broadened when he caught up to him felt like a bludgeon to the face. “How’ve you been? I didn’t hear from you since---”

“Oooh, does Aizawa have a private tutor for today’s assignment?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yamada---”

“Oh, hi Yamada!” Yagi slightly bowed his head at the loud underclassman. “Thank you again for inviting me to your radio show!”

Any trace of sarcasm in Yamada Hizashi’s face was wiped away by the honest enthusiasm in that voice. Shōta saw how his best friend started to stand on his tiptoes, his center of gravity shifting towards Yagi.

“Ah! I’m so thankful you can appear on my humble attempt at journalism!”

Shōta  frowned. “You call hero gossip ‘journalism’?”

“Aizawa! So mean! It’s not gossip!”

“You always talk about your so called ‘sources’ but I have yet to--”

A soft chuckle made them both look at Yagi. His blue eyes crinckled at the edges and Shōta could see for the very first time how his eyelashes were the same color of his hair. Shōta closed his mouth so fast it made him wince.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh at you! It’s just that--," he tilted his head. “You really make a great pair.”

They blinked almost in synch but while Yamada laughed in his outdoors level yet again, Shōta lowered his head, trying to hide his flaming cheeks behind his hair.

“Oh, right! You met at field training, right? Did Aizawa behave?”

He frowned. “You are the problem child out of the two of us, Yamada.”

“Aizawa, buddy, you flatter me but you do have a nasty mouth of your own.”

“It’s not nasty if I just state the truth.”

Yagi’s head jumped from one face to the other, like he was following a very close tennis match.

“I’m sorry to say no one wants your truth, dude.”

“Aizawa was a great help, really!” Yagi moved his hands in front of him, like he was trying to physically disperse their worries. “Even if his wording was a bit… eh.”

Shōta glared at him on instinct and Yagi scratched his cheek.

“Even Yagi noticed! Were you mean to him, Aizawa? That’s so not cool.”

“I wasn’t,”  Shōta crossed his arms and tried very hard not to look like a sulking child. “Plus, I learned a lot from my guide," Yagi perked up, his eyebrows lifting in anticipation. Shōta felt his face heating up again.

He knew that--- Yamada knew. His annoying best friend had gotten better at reading him and he was sure he was pale enough for him to notice his blush. If Shōta didn’t say what he knew they were expecting, they would just tease him until he gave in. He would probably feel even more embarrassed and end up in an awkward position. It would be better if he made it quick, painless.

Like ripping off a band-aid.

Shōta blinked. “And Yagi, too.”

That earned him a pleased smile and a soft flush colouring still-round cheeks. In the heartbeat before Yamada started cooing at him, Shōta thought it was worth it.

“Does Aizawa have---”

“Hey, Yagi!” They turned their heads towards the voice and were met by a menacing scowl. “Get your ass over here, we have to start the demonstration.”

“Ah, sorry, Todoroki!" He turned back, a slight frown creasing his forehead. “Aizawa, could you stay after class? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Uh--”

“Hurry the fuck up!”

“Coming!”

They saw him jog to the front of the training field where Todoroki waited for him with his hands on his pockets. Shōta blinked. Did he---?

“Did you just get asked out?”

He inhaled. “If you say anything more I swear to god, Yamada, I’ll fill your locker to the brim with cockroaches.”

“Ew! Aizawa, you’re awful!”

The sun was high on the sky, and the nearby trees in the courtyard casted leaves-shaped shadows on Yagi’s face. The bell for lunch break had already rang and the soft buzz of chatter seemed to blanket them in an almost ridiculous amount of normalcy. Here, in his gray school jacket and not in those ridiculous primary colors of his hero outfit, Yagi Toshinori looked exactly 18 years old. A semester away from graduating, but very much a high school boy.

It made Shōta’s pulse quicken.

“So, what did you want to talk about that required this amount of dramatics?”

Yagi’s shoulders fell. “Dramatics?”

“You know, asking me to stay after class, meeting up by the side of the school building,” Shōta shrugged, willing his voice to stay in its usual monotone. “It’s kinda-- too much.”

A pretty red dyed Yagi’s cheeks. “That wasn’t my intention! I just didn’t want to make a big fuss about it, I know how you hate attention.”

“Unnecessary attention,” he corrected. Shōta huffed, moving a few strands of hair from his eyes. “And, Yagi, this probably had the opposite effect.”

He blinked.

“It did?”

“I’m positive, yeah.”

Yagi put a hand -big, with long fingers and thin white scars along the side of it- over his forehead and eyes and groaned.

“I just-- I wanted to ask you about your internship and if you were going to apply to the same place as in the workplace experience.”

Shōta lifted an eyebrow. “Why do you want to know?”

“I really liked pairing up in patrol with you,” Yagi let his hand fall until it was resting against the back of his neck. “I think we make a good team, and I like your perspective on battles.”

Shōta felt something warm expand from the center of his chest. His bones felt light, like they were made out of cotton candy.

“Oh.”

“Ah, but that doesn’t mean I want to force you to apply wherever I’m working! You can make any decision you want, of course!”

Shōta looked at him, at his rosy cheeks and sky blue eyes. At the way a few rays of sunlight had managed to reach his hair between the thick leaves, making a golden halo for the rising star.

He swallowed.

“I won’t be applying to the same hero office.” His voice was a whisper and he gritted his teeth at the way Yagi’s expression fell, how he seemed to wilt under his rejection. “Like I said, I learnt a lot from my guide and--,” he cleared his throat. “From you, Yagi. But that agency was too high profile for me, and I want to be able to work in more--- underground environments.”

He lowered his gaze.

“Ah, I see.”

There was something off about his tone. It was too subdued. It didn’t go with the boldness of his smile or the determination of his eyes. Shōta resisted the urge to look up.

It felt like something bigger had happened, bigger than just talking about a course. A divergence in the road, a clean cut. A crash of principles.

Shōta bit his lip until it became numb, shielded by his hair.

“Well, sorry about taking up your time, Aizawa.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ll see you around, okay?”

But before he could respond, Yagi had left.

after.

Toshinori had been looking. Not as closely as he would have liked, not as openly either, but he had. That was how he could recognize him so quickly, even though his hair was longer and his scarf obscured most of his face. He grinded his teeth together to stop himself from saying his name out loud.

Aizawa Shōta restrained the unconscious villain with his capture weapon, tying him up to a lighting post.

Toshinori spared a heartbeat to look at his back, his figure framed by the soft glow of the street lamp. Then he wrestled the mutant user who had a shock absorption quirk to the ground, effectively burying him in the concrete so only his legs stuck out, flailing.

“Thank you, fellow hero!”

Eraserhead turned around and Toshinori had to restrain the shiver that wanted to follow the line of his spine. His eyes weren’t red but they bored into him like he was trying to dissect him by gaze alone.

Oh.

“If I knew you were at the scene I wouldn’t have come.”

Oh.

“Well, I am very glad you came to help! That villain’s quirk was proving to be quite annoying!”

Aizawa looked at the rest of the villain gang who were passed out in different parts of the street, some hanging from street lamps and others doubled over garbage cans.

“You say that but at most it probably delayed you by just a few seconds,” he hid his hands in his pockets. “Didn’t it, Mister Number 1 Hero?”

Toshinori wanted to pull at his bangs in frustration. He laughed instead.

“But my friend! A second can be vital in a fight where you are outnumbered!” He stretched his smile and saw him narrow his eyes. “Particularly something as dangerous as heat vision, if you hadn’t intervened the damages to the nearby buildings would have been greater.”

He didn’t reply to that, but knowing his underclassman that was probably the best response he could get. Toshinori started looking for something he could use as a rope to hold the members of the gang together while they waited for the police force to come get them.

But a faint rustling made him look up. Eraserhead was already on top of a lighting post, making his exit.

“You’re leaving?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Do you need me to hold your hand until the cops arrive?”

“Shouldn’t you stay to give your account of the attack so they can make their report?”

“I don’t need that, I’m not big on getting my name on police files.”

“But I didn’t subdue them alone.”

Eraserhead shrugged. “You can take the credit for all I care.”

“I don’t take credit for other people’s work.”

They both blinked. Toshinori unclenched his fists, wondering with a pang of apprehension if he had let his uneasiness leak into his posture. Aizawa’s eyes surveyed every line in his expression, but they weren’t glowing red.

They never were, when he was looking at him.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to imply you did,” he licked his lips and he lifted his chin, like he was trying to get a better look at Toshinori. “It’s just that I don’t mind since I literally just spent two seconds actually doing something here.”

He felt his face getting warm and thanked the protection of the shadows of the night. He hadn’t let his temper get the best of him since his debut.

“I’m very sorry, I was rude.”

“You really weren’t.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that you were implying--”

Eraserhead snorted. “It really doesn't need to be as complicated as you are making it.”

“Oh, okay.”

They regarded each other for a few seconds. Toshinori searched for the last remains of that short lived laugh on his face but Aizawa’s capture weapon didn’t let him. He bit his lip, the distance between them weighing him down like lead. He searched for things to say, to break the silence, to reach him like when they patrolled downtown Tokyo during their high school years.

He found nothing.

“Thank you for everything again.”

Eraserhead made a noncommittal noise.

“I hope I see you again, hero...?”

“Eraserhead. And I’m sure you won’t need to.”

And with that, Aizawa  Shōta left. Toshinori kept his gaze on the lighting post, watching him leave him. Again.  

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Renegades ~ Chapter Two ~ A Kiribaku fanfic

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Summary: Bakugou and Kirishima become roommates at a boys only juvenile home. In this chapter the boys get to know each other better and Bakugou struggles a lot with trust issues.

Warning: English is not my mother language. My english vocabulary isn’t too big, so you might find my writing style very simple and with some grammar errors.

Further you should know: Most of the story is written in Bakugous perspective, he sees a threath in basically everyone and it shows in the way he views the juvenile home and the other boys. He also suffers from anger issues.

The boys all have a tough relationship with their parents. I know that Bakugous parents would never do what they do in my fic, but it’s an AU and I just replaced most of the parents with dickheads (:

Living in a juvenile home didn't automatically mean that you didn't have any contact at all with your biological family. In fact a lot of the other boys visited their families regularly, some of them even stayed over the weekend. They couldn't just go whenever they wanted, there were different rules for each family. Some boys were only allowed to go for an afternoon, a lunch or a visit in the cinema. Others visited every weekend, every second weekend, once a month, every second month – it was an individual agreement made between the caregivers, the youth welfare office and the parents.

As far as Bakugou knew, Midoriya, for example..

..regularly visited his mom at the weekends and he heard some rumors that they considered letting him move in with her again. Bakugou had no idea why he was put into a juvenile home to begin with. Todoroki went like two or three times a week to the hospital where his mom was in a coma. There were other examples, one of them seemed to be Kirishima.

After two weeks in the juvenile home, Kirishima was packing a small bag in their room when Bakugou came back from a visit in the library. He didn't say anything, but as usual that didn't stop Kirishima from talking: “I'm going to be with my mom over the weekend. We have this agreement, that I'm going to visit her every second weekend.” “Oh nice, I'll call them Bakugous peaceful days.” Kirishima laughed even though Bakugou said these words with no signs of sarcasm or amusement. It was only two weeks since Kirishima moved in but Bakugou had to admit one thing: From all the room mates he had so far, Kirishima was probably the one he hated the least. Somehow he was able to behave just in the right way to not tick Bakugou even more off when he had to deal with his anger issues. He actually didn't brought up Midoriya since their talk in the skate park; and regularly visiting the park with Kirishima became a thing. Bakugou would go as far as saying that Kirishima was okay. “I never really saw you read stuff. Do you like reading?” Kirishima asked, pointing to the three books in Bakugous hands. “It's for school” Bakugou said and left it like that. “You're probably one of the few guys in here who really do something for school” Kirishima noticed. “I'm pretty bad at learning, I hate reading and math.” He emphasized the last word with disgust. While he zipped up his bag, Bakugou took a moment to consider giving his two coins to the issue. Eventually he decided that it wouldn't hurt him. “Most of the other guys are stupid, self-pitying bricks” Bakugou mumbled while pretending reading the back of one of his books. “All of us had shitty childhoods and probably all of us one day started thinking that we're not worthy and that we'll never be something in this world. So they start doing drugs, drinking alcohol and all that stuff, because people expect them to turn out like that. They are expected to become criminals, homeless, people who refuse to go to work or whatever. At first we're pitiable, poor children and then suddenly we're the scum of society. But when I started to work on my anger issues and I realized I'm actually able to control them, I thought I'm also able to control my life. So all I'm doing is not giving a shit about what anyone thinks or expects of me. I'm going to graduate with high marks, go to an university and become someone worthy.” He looked up from his book – and twitched. Kirishima nearly looked pale, with his eyes and mouth wide open as if he saw a ghost or something. “What's wrong?!” Bakugou exclaimed. “Nothing” Kirishima stuttered in awe. “I'm just – you kind of – opened my eyes just now.” “It's not hard to understand” Bakugou replied. “It's actually obvious, but they don't want to see it. Recognizing these facts and turning your life around is hard work, and these lazy fucks don't want to do it!” “Or maybe they don't have the strength to do it.” Kirishima shrugged his shoulders. Someone knocked at the door. At the same moment Bakugou and Kirishima responded with “Come in!” and Chiyo opened the door. She was a very small and very old woman and somewhat the heart of the juvenile home. She was like a grandmother to the boys – and sometimes like a mother to the caregivers. “Ah, Eijirou you already done with packing?” She asked while holding on a cane she needed for walking. “Yes!” “Aizawa's waiting at the parking area for you.” “Aizawa – I thought my mom would pick me up.” It was impossible to overhear the disappointment in his voice. “As it seems, she wasn't able to borrow a car in time” Chiyo said. “Don't feel bummed out, you'll have an entire weekend with her!” And as fast as that Kirishima seemed to be cheerful again. “Now, come.” She left the room and Kirishima went after her. At the door, he stopped and turned back to Bakugou: “You know that you're pretty amazing right?” “What?!” “Bye!” Kirishima closed the door and Bakugou could hear him running down the hallway. He was on his feet. Apparently he jumped up from his bed, the books fell on the floor. Did this guy just called him amazing?

~~

Sundays were the most weird days at the juvenile home. The day before a lot of kids were out drinking and partying and usually slept trough the whole day. Other kids were out with their parents, which made Sunday the most peaceful day in the week. No one was fighting, screaming around, mocking each other or getting in trouble with the caregivers. Chiyo and Aizawa had some tea in the garden when Bakugou came back from the skate park. He finished all his homework and the school project for next week and still had a lot of time left from his Sunday. When the caregivers saw him, Chiyo called him over. “Have a seat, Katsuki” she said and pulled back the chair right next to her. He sat down reluctantly. “It seems like you're getting along with Eijirou?” “More or less” Bakugou mumbled and could feel a streak pulsing at his forehead. Why did this simple question tick him off so much? His anger never really made any sense and he hated it. “That's nice” Chiyo said, well aware that Bakugou was building up anger again. “He's quite cheerful, isn't he? It's almost dangerous.” “What do you mean?” Bakugou wondered. “Being too optimistic can be toxic, too” Aizawa explained. “Just as being too pessimistic can leave you thinking 'I can't do this anyway so I don't even try', being too optimistic can make you think 'Even if my expectations are set way too high and are completely unrealistic, I will continue believing in them.' It can make you fall very deep and hard.” Chiyo sighed. “Eijirou said some worrying things to us. I don't want to go into details, but he's too hopeful for something that's eventually going to hurt him. He needs someone who has a more realistic view on life.” “Like you” Aizawa added. “What?” Bakugou exclaimed. “Do you want me to be his fucking therapist or something?!” “Of course not” Aizawa said. “We ask you to keep an eye on him” Chiyo said softly. “All of you boys should look out for each other more.” “I'm not going to babysit him. He's already 17, that's old enough to know that life's not a walk in the park!” Bakugou jumped up and went inside, ignoring Aizawas calls. It wasn't the first time they tried to convince him that they should look out for each other, stick together and all that stupid stuff. Why did they try to talk him into shit like that all the time? By now, they should knew that he was better off on his own. Bakugou stomped into his room and banged the door. His emotions went wild. When Chiyo told him that there was something that will eventually hurt Kirishima, he felt curiosity and concern. Immediately after these feelings were replaced by anger. Why would he feel concerned for a guy he knew for barely two weeks? Why did he consider telling Kirishima his triggers? It was as if he wanted to befriend him, but he knew what happened when he trusted anyone. Bakugou ran circles in his room, breathing heavily while the blood rushed into his head. He tried to behave in the past, be nice and good, but no one cared. His own mother didn't care, four foster parents didn't care. He wasn't stupid, he knew that he had major trust issues and he knew it was from being rejected five fucking times. To avoid being hurt again, he decided long ago that he was better off on his own. No family and no friends equals no one to hurt him, right? So by all means, he wouldn't look out for Kirishima and wouldn't give a damn about him getting hurt! Bakugou tried to imagine a nice, peaceful place but the method didn't work. Instead he jumped on his bed, took a pillow and started beating it up. He had to fight the urge to punch against the wall. It took him a while but eventually he calmed down. When Kirishima came back, Bakugou laid on the bed, his arms crossed over his face. “Are you okay?” Kirishima immediately asked. Bakugou heard the door closing behind him. “Fine” Bakugou groaned. Damn, he already felt like talking to this guy again. After talking to the caregivers he felt like Kirishima really was just a genuine, dumb guy who was way too cheerful and hopeful for life. “Listen, I thought about the stuff you told me on friday and your words kind of motivated me to become better at school! It's really hard for me, you know, so I thought maybe you could give me some private lessons?” Bakugou lowered his arms to look at Kirishima, who smiled back brightly. “I'll beat the shit out of you every time you make a mistake.” “Sounds good” Kirishima laughed. “Idiot” Bakugou put his arms over his face again. It's okay, he thought to himself. No one wants to be my friend anyway.

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Their Hero Academia - Chapter 82: The Dog Days of Summer

Presenting the next installment of my on-going, nextgen, MHA fic! Earlier chapters can be found here 

A lot of things happened very quickly.  Aunt Mahoro’s illusion dropped, revealing that Boost-Rush, Aizawa, and Uncle Kacchan were interrogating… a dog?

“OMIGOSH!”  Fukidashi let out a high pitched squeal, covering her mouth with her hands.  Toshi swore that her eyes actually turned into hearts for a moment.  One of these days, he was definitely going to have to figure out exactly how her Quirk worked.  “He’s so cute!”

“You’re seeing that too, right?” Kocho asked.  Her antenna flipped up, seemingly scanning what was going on before them.  “This isn’t just me, right?  That’s definitely a dog there.”

“Like, not unless the fruit smoothies we had for lunch were like, totally gnarly,” 1-B’s bat student, Koumori said.  

“Is he a talking dog?” Shota asked, excitedly, practically vibrating.  “That’d be so cool!”

“No, not a dog,” Monoma said, with surprising certainty.  “He’s almost certainly got some kind of dog-type Quirk, probably a transformation one, but he’s definitely human.”

“Aw,” Shota grumbled, kicking the dirt.  He looked up.  “How can you tell?”

“My Quirk doesn’t work on animals,” Monoma explained.  “And it doesn’t really work on him either. But Transformation-type Quirks always make my eyeballs feel a little… fuzzy, when I see them in use.”

Okay, Toshi was going to file that interesting factoid away for later.  He was definitely learning a lot about everybody’s Quirks here.  But there was a lot more important stuff going on.

Fortunately, the tension was beginning to drain out of the members of the two classes.  Even Katsumi started visibly relaxing, though in her case it was changing from enraged and battle ready to just annoyed.

“Better be a damn good explanation for this,” she growled, crossing her arms.  

“Don’t you mean a doggone good explanation?” Sero asked.  Toshi recognized his tone of voice.  He was using humor to calm himself down.  Of course, bad puns weren’t exactly what he’d call humor…

“I hope he doesn’t get in trouble for this,” Mineta added.  Her voice too, was shaking slightly, but growing stronger by the moment. A sinking feeling began to spread in Toshi’s stomach.  “This is the kind of thing that could hound a guy’s career.”

Sero shot her some finger guns and a grin.  Whatever fear he’d had was clearly gone now.  “Oh, definitely.  That would be pretty ruff.”

“Either way, he’s probably going to be in the doghouse with his teacher after this,” Mineta volleyed back.

“They’ll probably keep him on a short leash for a while,” Sero replied.  

“Maybe they’ll throw him a bone and go easy on him,” Mineta added.

“I hope so.  I’d hate to see it put his Hero career on paws,” Sero finished.

Tensei, meanwhile, was staring at the two of them slacked-jawed, as though unable to believe what he was witnessing from his boyfriend.  Sato patted his arm in a sort of consoling, “there, there,” gesture.

It didn’t look like it helped.

***

“So let me see if I’ve got this straight,” Boost-Rush asked the Shiketsu dog.  “You’re a Shiketsu student and you missed the bus to the training camp.”

The dog nodded, then skewed up his eyes in concentration.  There was a brief puff of smoke and a slight bang­ sound and when it was gone, there was a red-haired boy standing there.  He was of average height, but even with the Shiketsu uniform, it was clear he worked out. He was athletic, like a professional swimmer or volleyball player, not like a bodybuilder.   Koharu didn’t have a great baseline for male attractiveness, but she suspected men-attracted people would have found him so.

“Oh no,” she heard Sero wail.  “He’s hot!”

“Takuma,” Tensei Iida said, sounding annoyed.

“Right, right, sorry babe,” Sero said.  “Heat of the moment.”

“Oh, hey!” Mineta said, snapping her fingers.  “I remember him now!  Shinji talked about him before.  He didn’t say how cute he was though!”

As crazy as it was, Koharu was grateful for the distraction of her classmates’ antics.  It kept her from feeling like her heart was in her throat. Sure, she’d been up close and personal to more action than she seen in her entire life during her Internship. And sure, she understood, in concept, the dangers that came with being a Hero Course student.

But in the moment when she’d thought they were going to be attacked, just like the legendary assault that had occurred on U.A.’s training camp twenty-five years ago, she’d been scared, genuinely, truly terrified  And yet, in the moment, she’d found the courage not to run, but to stand ready with her friends and classmates.  Her Quirk may not have been much compared to some of theirs, but she’d been willing to give it everything she had.  She’d seen their courage too, 1-A and 1-B both.  All of them had been ready to do or die, if it called for it.  Being surrounded by so many courageous people was truly humbling.

She just hoped she could one day consider herself as brave.

The fact that, if it had not been a friendly dog-student, she could have died, was not far from her thoughts.  She pushed it down.  The others were slowly dealing with the tension in their own ways, though most were watching the display in front of them.

“What’d you say your name was?” Boost-Rush asked.

“Hachi Inuzaki, sir!” the boy said.  He was grinning, as though he didn’t have a problem in the world.  Aizawa and Ground Zero exchanged a look, as though sharing in some long-suffering pain.

Boost-Rush turned and looked at Vanish-Veil.  “Can we confirm that?”

Vanish-Veil pulled a handheld device from her belt and checked it.  “Pulling up the Shiketsu files…  Hachi Inuzaki, Quirk: CaniMorph, first year Shiketsu student, Class 1-Alpha. Picture matches too.”

Aizawa’s hair rose up as he stared at the boy.  “Not a shapeshifting or illusion Quirk.  Beyond the obvious, of course.  He couldn’t maintain that form if it were.”

“You’re Eraserhead!” Inuzaki cried out, his grin somehow getting even wider.  “So cool!”

Koharu saw Kirishima-Bakugo give Shinso a look.  “There’s two of them now?!” the muscular girl growled, throwing her hands in the air. “Great, just great!”

“I know!” Shinso said, somehow missing the actual point.  “I hope we can be friends!”

“However,” Vanish-Veil went on, “Inuzaki’s not on our list.  According to this, he wasn’t even considered for this camp.  He’s supposed to be at Shiketsu’s usual summer training center.”

Inuzaki’s head tilted to the side.  It was a very adorable gesture.  Behind her, Koharu could hear Fukidashi muttering about how cute he was again.

“I know it was a last minute decision,” Inuzaki said.  “But I overslept and missed the bus!  So I tracked it down!  I’m so sorry I was late!”

“You tracked the bus?” Ground Zero said.  The Pro wasn’t even bothered to hide his disbelief.

“Yes, Sir!” Inuzaki said.

“Halfway across Japan?”

“Yes, Sir!” Inuzaki said again.  

“And got past all our defenses?” Boost-Rush asked.

“I thought it was a test!” Inuzaki said, maintaining the same level of enthusiasm.  “I mean, I’m not that big when I’m in dog form, so I could sneak past a lot of it, but I did have to fight some of them!”

It was Vanish-Veil who burst out laughing.  “Okay, I like this one.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you thought you were going to be at this camp,” Boost-Rush said.

“Oh, well,” Inuzaki said, still looking confused, “Kaz said “See you at the camp, Inuzaki!”, so I thought I had to be going to the same one as him!  I figured they just forgot to tell me!”

Aizawa just sighed. Ground Zero even face palmed. Vanish-Veil started laughing again, while some of the other Rookies just looked stunned.  

Koharu wasn’t sure how it was possible, but the boy perked up even more, waving at someone.  “There he is!  You can ask him!  Hi, Kaz!”

Koharu turned to follow his line of sight and saw Locksmith with the Shiketsu students.  

Tsuchikawa, the purple-haired cat-boy of the Shiketsu students, startled at the sight of the dog-boy. He stopped suddenly, causing the giant Tatsuma to run into him.  When she saw what had been the cause his distress, her eyes went wide.

“I don’t know how,” Tatsuma said, “but I just know this is your fault!”

“I didn’t think he’d believe me!” Tsuchikawa said, wilting under the large girl’s glare.

***

In spite of the big fight in the morning and then the very scary moment in the afternoon, Shota was actually feeling pretty good.  The Shiketsu students had been allowed to return to training with them, and he was pretty sure Uncle Shota had let the Shiketsu teachers know that Inuzaki was with them.  He’d seen him on his cell phone and itt looked like there had been quite a few serious conversations and more than a little bit of yelling at Tsuchikawa.  But it had been decided that the dog-boy could stay.  So he was happy everyone was able to work together again, even if he still found Tatsuma and Park kind of scary.  Hopefully things would get better and they’d all get to be friends by the end of camp.

Shota really hated it when people fought.  He just wanted everybody to get along and be friends.  Was that so wrong?  And he really didn’t understand Tatsuma.  Her mom had been a Hero!  How could she not like Heroes too?  Sure, a lot of people said a lot of mean things about Ryukyu, but a lot of people still thought really highly of her…  

There was a lot about the world he didn’t understand sometimes.

But he knew Toshi was going to talk to Tatsuma, and he trusted his friend to make things right. If anybody could do it, Toshi definitely could!    And speaking of friends…

Inuzaki was getting his cot ready.  He’d taken up a spot near Shinji and him.  “Hi!” Shota called out.  “It’s Inuzaki, right?”

The red-haired Shiketsu boy looked up and smiled. He was a bit taller than Shota, though since he was the shortest one in Class 1-A, it wasn’t a high bar to clear. Kirishima-Bakugo and Ojiro weren’t much taller than him, but still enough to make a difference.  And people like Shoji, Koda, and Sora Iida just utterly dwarfed him.   Shinji too, was much taller, and would have towered over Inuzaki too.

“Hi yourself!” Inuzaki said. “And that’s right.  Hachi Inuzaki!”

“And I’m Shota Shinso,” Shota said, introducing himself.  He spotted a clip hanging off of Inuzaki’s bag and his eyes went wide. Hero-themed bag clips were common, sold just about everywhere in frequently released blind bags.  But he’d only seen this one on MeBay before!  “Is that a Sequoia Rose bag clip?  That’s the chase from that wave!  I’ve probably bought two dozen bags and still never gotten that one!”

He had definitely bought a lot, not just from that wave, but from all the previous ones too. Sometimes it took a lot to find the really rare ones.  Sometimes he even had to acquire them secondhand, sometimes spending all his allowance in one go.  Mom said he was “mad whack” for them.

Inuzaki looked down at his bag, then back up and smiled again.  “Oh yeah,” he said.  “Did you know I got this in the very first one from this wave I bought?  That kind of thing happens to me all the time!”

“Oh, man,” Shota said, giving the air a little punch.  “You are so lucky!”

“She’s one of my favorite Heroes too,” Inuzaki added.  “I mean, Deku and all the Top Ten Heroes are super cool!  Who wouldn’t like them?  But a lot of the ones who aren’t that high up are really awesome too!”

Shota found his head nodding along with Inuzaki’s assessment. Uncle Izuku and everybody else were really amazing.  But so were so many other Heroes!  “Oh, she’s really awesome,” he agreed.  “My friend Haimawari actually met her!”

It had been back during the I-Island thing, which he knew had been really serious and really scary. But Haimawari had been nice enough after everything to get him a bunch of autographs, even though Shota could tell he’d been more than a little shaken up by how crazy it had been.  The taller boy was a really good friend like that.  

“Whoa!” Inuzaki said. “That’s awesome!  She’s so cool!”

“She is!” he agreed. “Haimawari said she’s really nice too.”

Inuzaki nodded.  “I bet!  I’ve seen her on her mom’s talk show!”  

Shota nodded along. He’d seen those episodes too.  He always made sure to record Mount Lady in the Morning when she had a Pro or former Pro-Hero on as a guest. “Speaking of parents, what about you? Are yours Heroes?”

“Nope,” Inuzaki said. “I’m the first Hero in my family. A lot of my family are police officers or firefighters though.”

Shota had to quickly push down a thought of people turning into Dalmatians or German Shepherds.   Fortunately, he was quick enough not to actually say it.  That would have been really bad.  He knew he tended to say whatever thoughts came into his mind without much of a filter, but it was really hard to keep all his thoughts inside his head!

“Oh, wow,” he said. “Almost everybody in my class has a Hero parent.  Except for Haimawari and Kocho.  That’s the tall guy with the pink stripes in his hair and the moth girl.  They’re both really nice.  Haimawari even won the Sports Festival!  And Kocho came in third with Toshi!  She used to be in General Education, but now she’s going to be a Hero too!”

“So are your parents are Heroes?” Inuzaki asked.  If he was bothered by all the talking Shota was doing, he didn’t show it.

“They are!” Shota told him. “My mom actually went to Shiketsu! She’s Camie Utsushimi!”

“Your mom is Glamour?!” Inuzaki said, eyes growing wide.  “She’s amazing!  She even came to talk to our class once, with Gale Force and Sisicross!”

Shota had to grin. Not a lot of people knew who either of his parents were, since they were mostly Underground Heroes.  Mom did do a little bit of merchandise and did have a decent online presence, but it was nothing compared to a lot of other Heroes.  And Dad shunned the spotlight the same way that Uncle Shota did.  

“Dad’s a Hero too, the Voice, but you probably haven’t…”

“The Voice too!” Inuzaki blurted out.  “Oh, man, I saw a clip of him on ViewTube once!  He made a Villain stop fighting and punch another Villain!  It was one of the coolest things I ever saw!”

“Ha ha ha ha!” Behind them, Shota heard a deep, booming laugh.  He turned and saw Shinji staring at them with a grin of his own.  “I see you two are getting along like crazy!”

Shota and Inuzaki joined in the laughter for a moment.  “Well,” Inuzaki said, “Shinji’s not wrong!  Do you want to be friends, Shinso?”

“Of course!” Shota told him. It wasn’t a hard choice at all! Inuzaki seemed like a great guy and it sounded like they had so much in common.

Shinji let out another boisterous laugh.  “The beauty of newly forged friendships!”

“Yeah, that’s great,” someone else said, and Shota turned to see it was Sasuke Kido, the red-haired force-field user from 1-B, who had fought Haimawari during the Sports Festival. “But maybe quiet it down?  Some of us are trying to get ready for bed!”

***

“And go!”

As soon as Vanish-Veil gave the word, Koharu flapped her wings hard and launched herself forward. After a week of camp, her speed and endurance has already improved.  This was supposed to be a test of her speed and reaction time.  All she had to do was make it to the end of obstacle course they’d set up.  She had to keep her flight ceiling low—Vanish-Veil called flying over it “cheating”—but she could still handle it.

The first part was easy: it was made of floating hoops set up in various combinations that she had to get through as quickly as possible.  Her wingspan complicated things, but she could launch herself through some of them and rely on momentum instead of flapping.  The rest was just keeping up with the twists and turns.  In no time, she had passed through those. Maybe this would be easy.

Whump!

Or maybe not!  The wooden posts that shot up out of the ground forced her to flip up and flap hard, pushing herself back before she smacked into it.  Just as quickly, she kept flapping and adjusted her flight path, circling around it.

Whump!  Whump! Whump!

And there were more of them! They were getting faster and more numerous the further she got.  

Left!  Right!  Left! Left!  Right!  Back! Dodge!  Turn!  Left! Right!  Right!  Back! Up! Left! Left! Right! Right! Left! Left!  Left! Dodge!  Dodge!  Barrel Roll! Left!  Up!  Back! Right!

Finally, she was past the maze of posts, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in sharp, quick gasps.  But the dangers were far from over.

“Fire!” a voice called out, and Koharu watched as several students from 1-A and 1-B sprang from hiding places behind bushes and trees.  The air was quickly filled with a volley of different beams and projectiles.

There was Kimiko Dashi from 1-B, the tri-haired girl who could stop, slow down, or speed up other objects.  From her right hand, she unleashed a barrage of vibrant red beams.  

Also from Class 1-B was Joichiro Koichiro, a dark haired boy who had two pupils in each eye.  His Quirk, she had seen, allowed him to duplicate inorganic matter.  With a dramatic flourish, he threw a boomerang, duplicating it a half dozen times just before he released it.

From 1-A, there was Haimawari, with those blue-white bolts of his.  And there was Mineta, who’d beaten her at the Sports Festival, firing those sticky purple balls from her horns.  Finally, there was Aoyama, lit up like a small sun and triggering all kinds of mothy instincts, firing pinpoint laser blasts.  

Five of them.  One of her.  And all of them between her and the finish line.

Time to show the Rookies that their training to bring her up to speed had paid off.

She darted this way and that again, up and down and right and left, each time sidestepping one of their attacks.  But her classmates and the 1-B students were relentless.  She didn’t think any of those attacks would cause serious injury, but as she quickly pulled her right wings out of the way of one of Dashi’s blasts, she knew they wouldn’t feel good either.  That last one had been close.  She could feel the static electricity the stop-beam had left in its wake, strong enough to send a tingle up her wings and down her spine.

Tactics were something else that had been drilled into her this week, not just endurance and basic combat. Take out the biggest threat first, if you could, then work your way down.   And when under fire, keep moving and don’t give them a chance to get a fix on you.

Dashi first.  If her stop­-beam hit her, the rest wouldn’t matter.  Koharu twisted out of the way of another beam, took in a deep breath, and fired off a volley of her String Shot.  She shaped it as best she could, and it hit Dashi like a sticky net, pinning her arms to her sides.  

“Looks like you can’t help but lose to 1-A, Dashi!” Mineta laughed, even as she fired off more of her own sticky attack.

“Does she ever shut up?” Koichiro growled.  He seemed to have quite the array of throwing weapons, continuing to duplicate them just before he threw.

“Not that I’ve been able to see,” Aoyama said.  His own light bursts were making it hard to dodge.  He wasn’t just using them offensively now, but was also creating a strobe effect with one hand.  It hurt her eyes and made it hard to focus.

So she closed them. Her antenna flipped up, expanding her senses.  She could still tell where everyone was and could even since the projectiles.  But she still needed to do something about her attackers.  

Koharu flapped her wings hard, releasing her Sleep Powder and Paralytic Powder.  She flew in fast circles, faster and faster, until she was practically engulfed into a cloud of it.  Only then did she stop circling, flapping her wings hard enough to set up a gust that blew the powders towards her attackers.  

“Hey, what the…?!” Koichiro called out, dropping to his knees, before slinking to the ground. Aoyama and Haimawari went down too, both of them falling into a deep sleep.

“At least… buy me… dinner… first…” Mineta muttered sleepily.  The girl had to have the constitution of a horse!  She’d gotten a huge dose of powder!  But she soon went down just like the others.

Opening her eyes, she could see that the finish line was in sight. Koharu zipped forward, just in time for something to wrap itself around her legs and snap her to a stop!  Deprived of her forward momentum, she hit the ground, letting out a small grunt.  Mindful of her wings, she rolled over to look for the source of her trouble.  There was a grey cloth of some kind wrapped around her legs tightly, one she recognized immediately.  This could only be one of two people...

Tracking the capture cloth to its source, she quickly discovered it was the safer option: Shiro Monoma.   “You know,” he said, his lips pulled back in a smug sneer, “you don’t belong in 1-A!”

How could he say such a thing?!  He’d been nothing but supportive of her during the Sports Festival!

“A superior Hero student like you belongs in 1-B!” he finished, rearing back his head to laugh. “Which is why I agreed to help test your limits!”

Koharu just laughed at that. She’d been warned he could be a little weird. “Sorry, not my decision! This is, though!”  She pushed off the ground, flapping her wings to get airborne. The last time, she’d been able to drag him along.  

But this time, it didn’t work.  Instead, Monoma snapped the cloth back in one simple motion, then launched himself forward in a series of leaps and bounces that looked like something she’d seen Pinky do in some old videos.  He landed and instantly snapped the cloth out again, both ends flying out, just like something she’d seen the Hieroglyph Hero: Mummy-Man do with his bandages.  One end wrapped around her upper body, pinning her wings to her sides and knocking her back to the ground.  The other end wrapped tightly around her legs, keeping her from getting up.

“You’re doing well,” Monoma said, sounding genuinely encouraging. “You’re really made impressive progress; you should be proud.  I really am sorry I have to stop you.  But you’re not the only one who’s improved.”

She almost hated having to do it to him.  But as he got closer, she hocked a blob of String Shot right in his face, covering his eyes.  He let out a cry of alarm, taking his hands off his capture cloth and letting it go slack. It gave her just enough wiggle room to flex her wings and escape from it, taking back off into the air.  She rocketed towards him, then flipped up, hitting him with her feet and knocking Monoma on his back.  As she flew towards the finish line, she could swear she heard him muttering “Bravo…”

Her feet touched ground just on the other side of the finish line.  Vanish-Veil was already there waiting for her, checking a stopwatch.

“Not bad, kid,” the Rookie told her.  She looked over to wear the other students were still on the ground.  “Are they going to be okay?”

Koharu grinned sheepishly. “The ones I hit with my powders might be out for a while yet.  Sleep Powder usually knocks somebody out for at least a half hour, but it’s probably getting stronger.  Though the Paralyze Powder might take a little longer to wear off.  They got a pretty big dose of both.”  She rubbed the back of her head.  She still wasn’t completely used to using her Quirk on people. Getting the dosage right was tricky. “Monoma should be fine too… my Sting Shot dissolves after about an hour.”

Vanish-Veil just laughed. “I’ll get my brother on it.  He’ll have fun coming up with a solvent.”

“Then I passed?” Koharu asked.  It had to be good news, right?  They were supposed to tell you right away if it was bad news, right?  That had to be in the rules, right?

The blonde Rookie just laughed again.  “You did great, Kocho.  We’ll make a Hero out of you yet.”

***

At the end of the first week, they were finally given an evening off.  Their teachers, even Aizawa and Sandblast, had recognized that they needed time to recharge.  And damn if Chihiro wasn’t grateful for it.  She had definitely been pushed to her limits and beyond, using her Quirk like never before.  But it had been worth it: she was already increasing her resistance to the detrimental effects of her Quirk.

Maybe that was one of the reasons she found herself getting along so well with Monoma.  His Quirk put tremendous stress on his body and he had to keep himself fit in order to replicate moves without tearing his tendons or breaking bones.  He knew what it was like when the limits of what your Quirk could do and what your body could actually take were not the same thing.

Plus, he had a cute butt and fancy hair.  That was nice too.  Especially since it was always a gamble as to whether or not anything out of his mouth was going to set her off.

“It’s unfair,” he said, “Kocho should be joining our class, not yours.  No offense, but you already have two fliers.  Koumori’s a more than capable representative of that for ours, but you have two jet-powered Iidas already.”

Chihiro shrugged.  “I don’t make the decisions,” she said.  She hadn’t had a lot of conversations with the moth girl, but she seemed like she’d fit in well enough.  From what she’d seen, Kocho was becoming pretty good friends with Ojir, Sero, and Sato, so she’d probably fit in just fine.  

“C’mon, Shinji!” a voice called out.  “They’re letting us use the pool!”

“I’m coming, babe!”

She and Monoma turned their heads to see Mika and Yoarashi running past, holding hands, both wearing athletic swimsuits emblazoned with the Rookies’ logo.  Mika’s hugged her every curve and was struggling in the battle to prevent bouncing.  She half-expected to hear boing sound effects.  She could see several of the male students who were around openly staring or doing a double-take.  The jerks. Distracted by a giant pair of boobs and more curves than a backcountry road!  Who did they think they were?!

And Yoarashi was…shirtless, with the swimsuit clinging to his muscular thighs.  And he had pecs you could crack a walnut with.  And an eight pack.  And a tight butt.  And was tall enough you could climb him like a tree.  And…

Suddenly, she was broken from her trance by Monoma snapping his fingers next to her ear.  “Kaminari!” he said, sounding irritated.

She nearly jumped out of her skin, her Cords flailing and sparking wildly.  Monoma was actually ready for it this time, ducking and dodging out of the way until she’d settled down.  She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.  “Sorry,” she said. “Yoarashi is just…very distracting.”

Monoma frowned, eyes downcast.  “Mika certainly seems to think so.”

She gave him a look. “You’re telling me you weren’t staring at Mika?”

He shook his head.  “Mika is one of my oldest and closest friends. She’s got a passion and lust for life and an exuberance that’s practically unmatched.  Objectively?  She’s a knockout.  But I’m much more interested in what she looks like when she smiles or the face she makes when she’s pouting because she’s being a brat.”

Okay, maybe he had a point there.  And maybe it was a little bit reassuring to know he couldn’t be completely waylaid by all of that.  Of course, that made her own case of being distracted by the sexy worse.  “They seem happy together,” she said after a moment. “They clicked pretty much right from the moment they met.”

Monoma hesitated a moment before answering.  “He and Mika really are quite compatible.”  Was he jealous?  He and Mika had been friends a long time, both before and after they’d dated. Which was the two of them trying this thing out was still kind of weird, since Mika was also her best friend.  But they could unpack that later.

“Given she can’t swim,” he went on, “I’m sure Mika either intends to just watch him from the shallow end or else fake needing to be rescued. It’s a bit like watching the leads in some high school drama when they’re together.”  

“I think the film they’re in carries a higher rating than that,” Chihiro said, before she could stop herself.  Monoma stared at her for a moment, wide-eyed, before chuckling.

“A fair point,” he said. He brushed a few strands of blond hair out of his eyes.  “Besides,” he said, “let Mika have her romance with that attractive muscle head. I’m far more interesting in the story you and I are staring in.”

He said it with such earnest that she felt bad for the giggle that escaped her lips, instantly clapping her hands over her mouth.  Who just said stuff like that?  Why did she have to have feeling for such a dramatic weenie?!

“So, ah,” she asked, trying to diffuse the awkwardness, “what did you want to do this evening?”

“There’s a cliff not far from here, if you go through the woods,” Monoma said.  “My cousin told me there’s a fantastic view of the fireflies from there once it gets dark.  I thought you might like that.”

“You know,” she said, “that does sound nice.”  Low stakes. Just watching the fireflies with a guy. Nothing weird or fancy about that.

“Of course, he also said, “it’d be a good spot to kiss your girlfriend,’” Monoma went on.  He looked embarrassed by it, if the way his cheeks flushed was any indication.  Not to mention he looked away from her when he said it.  How could he be so smug and confident so much of the time, but flounder around her?  She wasn’t the kind of girl that boys got goofy and tongue-tied over.  Was she?  “But, ah…”

“Yeah,” she agreed, blushing a bit herself.  “Not there yet.”

They started walking, their fingertips nearly brushing against each other.  She felt the heat spread up her face again.  “Oh, sorry, I…”

“No, my fault, sorry,” Monoma said.  He was blushing again too.

“I mean, we could… hold hands,” she said.  Stupid pretty boy, making it hard to think clearly.  What happened to her razor sharp wit?  “Just so it doesn’t happen.  You know?”

“We, ah, we could,” Monoma agreed.  He stopped and held out his hand to her.  There was a slightly rakish tilt to his head, and a smile on his face that reached his eyes, not like the smug smiles he used when trying to tout his class’s superiority.

She put her hand in his. It wasn’t soft, she knew that already, but the nails and skin were well cared for.  Mika always said had an extensive beauty regimen  

She hated to admit it, but their hands fit together pretty damn good.

***

Toshi could barely believe that the camp was almost over.  Under Uncle Kacchan’s direction, he’d increased his speed and skill several times over, switching up his gravity at record speeds.  He was still working on getting out of the habit of relying completely on techniques like Great Granpa Torino, but there had been a lot of progress.

He was proud of all of his classmates; they’d shown remarkable growth with their Quirks and skills too!  Some, like Kaminari, had increased their limits.  Others, like Sora and Tensei had focused on new skills, improving not just speed but control and reflexes.  Shota had shown great improvement, pushing his sonic powers like never before.  He’d even seen Sato working closely with Uncle Katsuma, eating new things and apparently trying some different supplements to see what affect they had on his Quirk.  And Haimawari was learning how to use his Quirk to fly!  How cool was that?  And their newest classmate, Kocho, was proving she had what it took to be a Hero.

Things with the Shiketsu students had been… interesting.  Shinji, of course, had never met someone he didn’t like.  He’d spent most of his free time with Mineta, of course, but he’d spent time hanging out with just about everyone at some point over the camp.  In what had been one of the highlights of one of their evenings, he’d even challenged Katsumi to an arm wrestling match.  She’d beaten him quite handily, but he’d accepted the loss with his usual good natured laugh and a bear hug for Katsumi that had left her threatening him with every injury imaginable.  

Inuzaki and Shota had become such good friends that, if Toshi didn’t know any better, he’d have sworn that they’d been friends their entire life.  The dog-boy’s enthusiasm was incredibly infectious.  There was just something about him that made you feel better, just for being around him.  Toshi had even caught Uncle Kacchan smiling around him.  That he was a huge Hero fan was an even bigger bonus.  Ojiro and Fukidashi also seemed to really like him, but just about all the girls had seemed to find him cute.  Toshi had also gotten a chance to see Inuzaki in action and he was no joke.  He could change forms in the blink of an eye and was equally skilled in either.  

Shida had fit in well too, bonding nicely with quite a few of the others.  The spider-girl seemed friendly, if somewhat at odds with deciding how much friendship with U.A. was too much.  She’d mostly spent her free time with Park and Tatsuma, seemingly acting as a buffer between the other two girls and everyone else.  But she’d been incredible to watch in training, especially when she was paired with Shoji, whose Extendo-Arms were very similar to her spider-legs.  Kocho was still a little scared of her though.

Tsuchikawa had gotten into it a few times with Sero, Monoma, and Aoyama, but their spats seemed to have been minor in the scheme of things.  He hated to use the analogy, but it really was like a bunch of cats fighting over territory.  Ojiro seemed like him though, which just annoyed Sero even more.

And then there was Tatsuma and Park.  No one had picked any fights, and at least some of the girls had said they’d been able to engage them in civil conversation. But neither had gone out of their way to interact with the U.A. students.  Perhaps it was for the best.  After talking with Asuka, Kana, and Awase, they’d agreed it was pretty much best to just leave it be and not risk pushing anything.

He still felt bad.  It had been pointed out to him, by several people, but most especially Asuka, that he’d been kind of insensitive with Tatsuma. He hadn’t meant to be, and he didn’t think he was completely wrong, but he’d definitely been too quick to dismiss her view on things.  He wasn’t always as aware of the lofty position he held as the son of Deku, not when his dad had always just been Dad to him.   He wanted to talk to her, to tell her that his dad really did understand what it mean to fail, the sleepless nights he’d had because of people he hadn’t been able to save… but he wasn’t sure if that would just make things worse or if she’d even want to hear him.

He was also, admittedly, grappling with the question of whether or not he actually wanted to make the situation right or if he was just bothered by the fact that there was someone out there who didn’t like him.  And he wasn’t sure if he knew the answer to that, or if he’d like it if he found it. Sure, he’d had people he hadn’t always gotten along with in school prior to U.A., but he’d also spent much of his formative years in the company of truly close friends.

Right now, however, all seventeen students of Class 1-A, all sixteen of Class 1-B, and the six students from Shiketsu were assembled in front of the Rookies’ compound.  Boost-Rush, Uncle Katsuma, Aunt Mahoro, and Sandblast were there from the Rookies, along with Uncle Kacchan, Aizawa, and Super-Ball.  

“Okay,” Uncle Katsuma said cheerfully, clapping his hands once.  “You’re all here.  Good! You’ve all been working really hard this week.  I’m really proud of all of you!”

“Eh, you’re not bad,” Sandblast said, deadpan.  “Still a bunch of little shits.”

Boost-Rush turned to look at his fellow Rookie.  “A little decorum, Hokori, please?”

She shrugged.  “They haven’t proven they’re not little shits.”

“Anyway,” Uncle Katsuma said, “we’ve devised one final test for you, as a way of ‘graduating’ from our training camp.  You’ll have to put everything you’ve learned so far to use if you want our seal of approval.”

Aizawa stepped forward. “Working with Ground Zero, Super-Ball, and me, the Rookies have devised a relay scenario on the outer grounds of their property.  Six pairs will have to transport a dummy representing a wounded civilian through hostile territory, while under Villain attack.  Those of you in the relay will be playing the Villains.”

Well, that was… interesting. It made sense.  A lot of their work during the past term, especially during their final exam, had been focused on teamwork.  It was only logical to keep up with that.  And Aizawa was nothing if not logical.  But how had they split people up?  Toshi wasn’t sure he had the kind of mindset to play a Villain!

Aizawa went on.  “One half of each pair will be a Shiketsu student. The first leg will be Inuzaki and Shinso.”

“All right!” Shinso called out, waving his hands in the air. He turned to Inuzaki.  “Did you hear that?!  We’re going to get to team-up!”

Inuzaki was no less exuberant.  “Awesome!   We’re going to do so good!”

Aizawa cleared his throat, silencing the two of them.  “The second leg will be Shida and Kocho.”

If she was startled by that, Kocho did a good job of hiding it.  She cast a quick glance in the spider-girl’s direction, but otherwise just nodded.

“And the third leg,” Aizawa said, “will be Sero and Tsuchikawa.”

“Just gives you and me a chance to get closer, handsome,” Tsuchikawa told Sero, teasingly.

“Excuse you,” Tensei said, “I am right here.  Please do not flirt with my boyfriend in front of me.”

“So… in private, then?”

“Look, Tsuchikawa,” Sero said, “flattered, but taken.  …But call me handsome one more time, I really like hearing it.”

Aizawa let out a sigh that conveyed a considerable amount of long-suffering frustration before moving on.  “Fourth leg with be Haimawari and Park.”

Next to Toshi, Haimawari let out a frightened squeak.  The Shiketsu girl was imposing, especially after she’d been able to beat Katsumi so easily, but she also hadn���t gotten into any other altercations. He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.  “I’m sure you’ll be fine,” he whispered.

“Fifth leg with be Kirishima-Bakugo and Yoarashi.”

“Holy hurricanes!” Shinji bellowed, throwing his head back and laughing. “Katsumi, let’s give them a real show!”

“Will you shut up, you sorry cyclone?!”

“Aizawa-sensie,” Monoma called out, raising a hand.  “Why aren’t you giving Class 1-B a chance in any of these pairs?”

Aizawa didn’t rise to the bait. He did give Super-Ball a look that seemed to say why are your students like this? Though. “Rest assured, we put considerable thought into these pairings and the opposition. After all, how better to show off your class’s skills then deny mine their victory, Monoma?”

Monoma jerked visibly in surprise.  “Y…yes, sensei”

“And the final leg,” Aizawa said, “will be completed by Midoriya and Tatsuma.”

Well.

That probably wasn’t good.

[goldenchildkatsuki]

“don’t shoot”

A fic inspired by the two word conversation starter prompt: "dont shoot"

Thank you so much anon!

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako (kacchako)

Writers note: I had no idea this fic was goingto be anywhere near this long. I really enjoyed writing this AU though. I think I'll come back to this when I feel like it and make a second chapter.

Summary: a cop/detective au where Bakugou and Ochako are well respected cops that absolutely despise eachother but have been forced to work together on a big case.

Word Count: 4.591

AO3 link: (x)

She tapped her chest lightly, trying to calm herself down. Slowly breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. When she felt her heart was going at a steady rate she tightened her grip on her gun. Uraraka leaned against the wall, she counted to three and jumped out from behind the corner. She adjusted her stance and cocked her gun. ‘Lay down your weapon, get on your knees and put your hands behi-.’ ‘Don’t shoot.’ A man with broad shoulders and hair that was sticking out in every direction put his hands up and let a gun dangle from his hand. Uraraka slightly lowered her gun. The villain that she had been chasing for weeks couldn’t be giving up that easily? This wasn’t exactly satisfactory after working overtime almost every day of the week and literally sleeping with piles of casefiles. She tried to make out the man’s face, but he was too far out to tell what facial expression he had on. ‘Step out.’ She commanded. She heard the man groan and heard heavy steps coming in her directions. He stepped out in better lighting she uncocked her gun and shoved it back in her holster. Uraraka immediately rolled her eyes. ‘Seriously?’ The man seemed to be just as unamused seeing her as she was seeing him there. ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’ He lowered his hands and put one on his hip. Out of all the people to get in her way it had to be him. The most cocky and selfcentered guy on the whole entire force. Uraraka absolutely despised him. Sure, he had solved the most cases since 89’ but how admirable was that really when most times he ignored the commands of the Chief and always went on reckless missions that would always injure himself or his teammates. Everyone was aware of his dangerous work style but still people tried to suck up on him, asking to work on cases with him or even completely take over cases for them. And he had the audicity to “steal” the cases of her colleague’s and take most of the credit without any shame. And the worst thing was the he always so damn smug about everything he did. Uraraka was convinced the man didn’t even know the word “humble” existed. The Chief had suggested for her to work with him on this case. She hadn’t been showing any quality results and he was starting to get impatient. In the most respectful way Uraraka denied his request. She would rather do registrations on the slowest computer in the office for a week than work with him on a case. It was frustrating seeing that the Chief still didn’t see that asshole as troublesome and continued to let him do what he wanted. ‘What the hell are you doing here Bakugou? I could’ve shot you, you know!’ Bakugou ran his hand through his hair unbothered by her obvious frustration. ‘That’s why I said “don’t shoot” Pinkcheeks. And see? It actually worked.’ He casually pointed his gun at her holster She flinched. No wonder he always gets injured, waving around a gun like that. ‘Don’t do that, your gun still isn’t uncocked.’ Bakugou smirked and started throwing his gun up in the air and catching it. ‘Oh I’m fully aware, what’s wrong with that?’ Uraraka took a few steps back. This guy was unbelieveable. ‘What’s wrong?! Are you seriously that-‘ Before she could finish her sentence a bullet flew into the concrete wall next to her. Both of their eyes widened with shock and they stood frozen in their places. Bakugou was the first to move by slowly uncocking his gun and puttubg it back in his holster. ‘That usually never happens.’ He laughed. ‘You could’ve freaking shot me you idiot!’ she yelled. She looked at the dent in the wall that was only a couple of metres away from her. ‘You should’ve said “don’t shoot” then.’ Uraraka couldn’t believe what came out of his mouth. Didn’t he hear that she said that he could have shot her, as in; injure her badly? Possibly killed her? She knew he cared little about his or other people’s safety but actually witnessing it instead of hearing about it does it. ‘That’s it, I’m going to the Chief.’ She turned around and marched towards the exit of the abonded building. ‘Unbelievable.’ She yelled. ‘Absolutely unbelievable.’ She picked out her keys out of her backpocket and flung her many keys around to get a hold of her carkey. ‘Hold on.’ She could hear him laugh behind her. Who does that? Who just gets involved in someone’d case and then almost gets them killed? When she heard his footsteps coming towards her in a rapid rate she started jogging across the empty parking lot. There’s no way he could convince her not to go talk to the Chief about his behaviour. At her car she took a breather, not just because of her near death experience but also because of everything. She deserved some time off after she closes this case, or atleast some high praise, because the things she had to go through were ridiculous and this definitely takes the cake. She looked in her rearview mirror and allowed her hair that had been tied up in a tight ponytail fall over her shoulders.  She checked herself out more. Uraraka hadn’t seen herself with hair down for a long time. She started to fix her bangs and tried to comb out any knots with her fingers. Suddenly she saw a headlight light up in the mirror and it blinded her when it came closer. A motorcycle. It stopped next to her and the driver tapped on the window. She rolled her window down and looked at Bakugou who stood there, ever so smug, parked next to her. ‘Race ya to HQ alright?’ He put on his helmet and before she could even deny him he rode off the terrain. ‘Asshole.’ She growled. He knew exactly what ticked her off. As if that was his part time job; pissing off Uraraka Ochako. She knew he hated her aswell, probably as much as she hated him. Uraraka had heard many remarks that suggested that he thought of her of a goody-two-shoes,  a “princess” and a pet. He’s just jealous, of her work ethic, that actually fitted the ideal work ethic of a high ranked detective. Uraraka started the car and checked all her mirrors. ‘Race ya to HQ alright?’ she mocked him several times. Each time making his voice more ridiculous. Driving to the office she felt fidgety. She felt like Bakugou could pop up next to her, doing something stupid probably. Uraraka tried to drive the speed limit as she always did but she could feel that her feet wanted to plow down on the paddle and get there before him, maybe even hit him with her car on the way there.

‘I’m sorry, did I hear that correctly?’ Uraraka nervously twisted the ring around her ringfinger. ‘Yes Uraraka, I sent Bakugou out there to back you up.. But of course he translated “backing up” to “taking over”. I wanted to see how that would work out and I should’ve expected something like this. I’m sick of you two pestering eachother. ’ The Chief sat at his desk, not even taking a single look at both of the detectives that stood infront of their desk like two children tattletaling to their father. ‘Pestering? Pes-ter-ring? But Chief…!’ she stuttered. Bakugou couldn’t help but chuckle. Uraraka shot him a deadly glare. Her face softened when turning back to the Chief. ‘I’m not pestering anyone! I’m the most amicable person in the force! How can you compare me to that brute, that may I remind you, almost shot me!’ Bakugou spoke up. ‘You better get off your fucking high horse princess, before I kick you off it.’ ‘Thank you for proving my point. See, Chief, are you really comparing me to him?’ The Chief put his fist down on the table, which immediately shut both of them up. He looked up from his computer and adjusted his glasses. The two detectives held their breath. Even Bakugou that had disobeyed the Chief many a times was clearly intimidated by him. ‘You are bothering him and you are bothering her. This has to stop. Especially considering the fact that if you two would’ve worked together we would’ve caught Raven a long time ago. I think that you two together would be a force to be reckoned with.’ Uraraka was at a loss for words. It hurt her to hear again that the man she looked up to and aspired to be like was convinced she couldn’t solve this on her own and that she needed help from some egotistical psycopath. ‘I’m sorry Aizawa you might need to take another look at my record. Hand me over that case and it’ll be solved in no time. I don’t need a brat around yapping in my face and getting in my way all the time.’ The Chief leaned forward. ‘It’s true you’re an excellent detective Bakugou but you could actually learn a thing of two from her. Uraraka Ochako might be the worst perfectionist I ever had on the force but that’s what makes her so punctual, patient and always looking on how to improve.’ Uraraka looked up at the Chief. With ease she soaked in the high praise her mentor gave her. Hip jutted out and arms crossed she looked at a stunned Bakugou that for the first time ever looked “offended”. What an amazing look on his face, a look she wanted to see for such a long time. She wanted it tob e caused by one of her insults, an insult so good he couldn’t fire back at her but this was even better. Better than she could ever imagine. ‘But you could also teach her a thing or two. Being the perfectionist that she is she’s always uptight and seems to not know how to enjoy genuinely enjoy her job.’ Bakugou folded his arms and scoffed. ‘Tell me about it, I’ve never seen a stick shoved that far up someone’s a-.’ ‘In conclusion,’ the Chief interrupted. ‘I need you to put your childish differences aside and work together on busting Raven and his mob. After that we’ll see from there. You two have to work together or it’s going to be paperwork only for weeks for both of you.’ Uraraka sighed. What did she deserve for the Chief to be so hard on her. He did have a smal point, she was able to admit that, but it sure was damn annoying point. ‘Fine, we’ll collobarate, for the city’s sake.’ She said stern. ‘Give me a fucking break, “the city’s sake”.’ Bakugou pinched his knitted brow. ‘Whatever Chief.’ He turned to Uraraka. ‘Let’s get this over with so I can go back to being a prick and you can go back to being a teachers pet.’ And like that, he bowed and left the office. ‘Hey!’ She pointed at the door. ‘Did you hear that.’ ‘Uraraka, leave my office.’ Uraraka jolted and quickly bowed. ‘Of course sir, I’m so sorry sir.’ She backed out the door continuesly bowing. When she felt herself getting lightheaded she straightened up. What was she going to do now? She could barely keep herself from losing her cool when standing in the same room as him and now they had to work together on a case. Her case! ‘Oi!’ Bakugou yelled. He was sitting at her desk, with his feet propped up on her desk. ‘When you’re done kissing ass show me what you already got on Raven.’ Uraraka told herself to count to ten. Being in the force had exposed her too all kind of people and a lot of people managed to test her patience. Counting to ten always seemed to help. But with this guy ten wasn’t enough. She doubted a hundred would be enough. But then she remembered what she was doing it for. To protect the city. Uraraka walked over to her desk after counting to seventeen. ‘Can you please get your feet off my desk? You’re getting mud all over my new mousepad.’ Bakugou looked at the mousepad. ‘Kittens, really? How old are you again?’ Uraraka raised her finger wanting to scold him for even daring to ask a lady her age and to defend her mousepad that was in fact very cute. But Bakugou nodded to something behind her. She hesistantly looked back and saw the Chief propping open his blinds, staring at them. She swallowed all her pride and nodded back at him. ‘Alright then, can I get to my computer please. I’ll show you what I got.’ ‘Fine by me.’ He pushed himself away from the desk to let Uraraka log in. Opening and showing the digital casefile of Raven slowly made her fell back into her element again. She was so absorbed in what she already got on him and the things she still needed to figure out. Bakugou whistled when she closed the casefile. ‘Not bad.’ Not bad? Most people that saw her well organized work considered this impressive, incredible, amazing, and he called it ‘not bad’? Yet again she had to swallow her pride and not speak up on the underwelming comment. ‘Thank you, Bakugou. What do you suggest we should do next?’ Bakugou glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the computer. ‘Tell you what. It’s too late to do anything now.’ He stood up from her chair and walked over to his desk to collect his motorcycle helmet. ‘Bring everything you got on Raven to my apartment tomorrow, then we’ll figure out our next move.’ He swiped his keys of his desk, walked tot he stairs and started to descend them. ‘Wait wait, did you say your apartment? What about the coffeeshop down the street or the cafe on-‘ He was long gone.Uraraka thought she wouldn’t ever, ever in a million years, see the day that she would go over to Bakugou’s apartment and work with him on a case. She felt a wave of anxiety. She was used to not being able to know what to suspect, her job was filled with unexpected twists and turns. But this was something else, something worse. Uraraka couldn’t help but think about working at his apartment. She felt a lot of things. She continued to feel anxiety, but she also felt uncomfortable, already, and for some reason she felt offended. Maybe the way he said it, maybe because he felt like he could just decide something and she would go allong with it. ‘The nerve.’ She repeated to herself. When walking out the headquarters, when driving home, when brushing her teeth. Her phone lit up when she mid floss. She took a quick look. Uraraka prayed it wasn’t a tekst from her friends asking her to come out for drinks at a ridiculous time. The last time she agreed to that she sang karaoke for 2 hours straight and almost fought a bartender for not letting her sing for 2 hours more. To her surprise it was an unknown number. The message only contained an adress. ‘How the hell did he get my number?’ It was a stupid question really. Bakugou was the top detective in the prefecture. He could probably find out her family’s pet name if he wanted to. But talk about creepy. She threw away her floss and brought her phone to bed. His apartment is actually not that far from hers. Just a few blocks. Uraraka wondered why she hasn’t seen him riding around the neighbourhood on his motorcycle before. It could be just to show off at work, something she had speculated with another colleague who also wasn’t too fond of Bakugou. She put her phone on her nightstand and turned away from it. Papers started crumbling underneath her. Of course she would forget to put away all the casefiles and notes.  Uraraka sighed. Soon she would take a take a break from this life. Soon the case could be considered closed. Soon she,

They,

would catch Raven and his underlings.

In the morning Uraraka woke up too early for her liking. It was a Saturday and usually she decided to lie in ‘til the afternoon, play with her cat Mitsu and work on cases in her bed. Mitsu paraded over to her and nuzzled up next to her face. The little guy knew exactly when Uraraka needed a bit of his love. She stroked his snow white fur. ‘Sometimes I wish I was like you little guy. You don’t have a single worry in the world.’ Mitsu meowed as if he confirmed that he was indeed living a luxurious life that she should envy. Uraraka checked the time. She had a couple of hours before she had to be at Bakugou’s. ‘Enough time to prepare.’ She scoffed at herself. “Prepare” it  was just work God damn it, that’s what she had to keep in mind! Work, just work, just two people on working how to bust a infamous crimelord and his entire mob…Work! She kissed Mitsu’s head. ‘I would love to stay with you buddy but works calling.’ She slid out of her bed and walked to her closet, that barely contained anything clean or approperiate. A good portion of the, “finding an outfit” part of her morning consisted of smelling all kinds of clothing items and settling for something she wore twice already. She showered, put on her clothes and grabbed a ricecracker. The most her stomach would allow. Uraraka fished all the evidence out of her bed and desk which formed a pile she could barely hold under one arm and left her apartment. In the car she tied up her hair and started driving to the adress that had been imprinted in her brain. When driving into Bakugou’s street she realized she forgot how nice the neighbourhood was. It didn’t fit him at all. She parked a couple of metres away from his apartment and checked herself in the rearview mirror. ‘You’re here to work, not argue. Just work.’ She told herself one more time. She grabbed the handle but hesitated pushing the door open. Uraraka reached for the hairtie in her hair instead. Gently she pullled it out and let her hair fall over her shoulders. ‘Alright.’ Quickly she tucked her hair behind her ears, grabbed the files from the backseat and stepped out the car. Trying to keep the papers in place she stumbled to the front of his apartment and pressed the buzzer with her elbow. ‘Oh great.’ He heard him sigh in the intercom. ‘You’re the one that invited me.’ She sproke under her breathe.

She fully regretted not leaving her high ponytail after struggling to climb up six flights of stairs with weeks worth of work under her arm. Bakugou was leaning against his doorpost when she arrived. ‘So typical of you to be forty fucking five minutes early. I was still in bed.’ He shoved his watch in her face to show her the time. ‘I didn’t think I was going to be this early and how am I supposed to know you were still in bed?’ Bakugou leant against his door making it open further. ‘Well I don’t know, maybe you could texst first? You’ve got my number now right?’ Uraraka pushed past him into his apartment. ‘Well yes. Your message creeped me out by the way, you could’ve just asked and I would’ve…’ Uraraka forget what she wanted to continue her sentence. His apartment got her in complete awe. It was considerably larger than hers, that she expected but the rest was so not Bakugou? There were pictures of his family and a drawing made by a child framed hanging in the hallway. Drawings that were made fór him. The living room was nicely decorated, it was very modern but it didn’t feel like something showcased in interior design magazines. It still felt like a home. It was hard to believe that Bakugou actually dressed up this apartment himself. ‘Quit looking around, we probably have a lot to do today.’ He pushed her towards the couch and took over the papers from her. She couldn’t help but still check out his apartment when standing in front of him. Behind him stood a bookchase that showcased more of his achievements that books. That’s more like him. ‘You know there’s a couch behind you right? You can sit down if you want.’ Uraraka sat down on the couch as if it was a brand new couch and she was scared of ruining it. Bakugou put down the papers on the coffee table. ‘Is tea alright? I only have tea so you better say yes.’ He walked over to his open kitchen that was stationed behind the living area. This guy only drinks tea?! Who is this? Is this the right adress? Did Bakugou have a twin brother that was a sophisticated person? ‘Tea is fine thank you.’ ‘Thank fuck.’ He mumbled. She couldn’t help but watch him. He did look like he came straight  out of bed. He was wearing a black tanktop and plaid pyjama bottoms and his hair was an even more mess than it normally was. When he wasn’t talking you could say he was attractive, or atleast handsome. Uraraka’s hatred for him often made him look past his looks unlike other collegeau’s of hers. Almost every female in the force seemed to go weak at the knees when he entered the office. She could honestly hurl at the sight, but when seeing him like this she could kind of see where they were coming from. ‘Do you live alone?’ she ran her mouth. ‘Okay Pinkcheeks. Let’s just keep the conversations to a bare minimum. We don’t have to pretend to be all chummy when Aizawa isn’t here.’ He put down two cups on coasters and sat down in a big chair next to her. ‘Let’s get to it.’ ‘Right.’ She agreed with him but it didn’t feel particularly nice being shut down like that. ‘Raven.’ ‘Raven.’ She repeated after him. She went through everything she got on the villain so far, including theories of where the case is headed. When in her element she almost forgot how strange the situation she was in was. Uraraka mostly thought about how close she was to catching the bastard. When she finished it was Bakugou’s turn to get invested. She had never really seen him work. She just heard stories, and the stories were mostly about him busting in somewhere guns blazing. Uraraka didn’t get why no one talked about what went on before that. The guy was intelligent, in twelve hours he had managed to connect the dots she explained twice in 2 hours total. For a guy that hated hearing her talk he sure had been very observent when she was. It was nice to see a facial expression other than “smug” on his face. For once he didn’t have douchebag written on his forehead. His brows were relaxed and his eyes looked intense and intimidating. When deep in thought he would close his eyes and hold them closed with his thumb and index finger. If he got it he would shoot up and continue talking. ‘That’s why I think Raven is involved in more than we think.  I don’t know what exactl but what I do know is that it’s not well organized. Raven clearly gives out the orders and doesn’t care how it gets done. He’s confident. Any mistakes his underlings make he can clean up. And if what you’ve written down here is correct than they made a lot of mistakes. It’s smart, I’ll give the bastard that. With the actions being so unexpected and unorganised it’s hard to find a pattern and keep track of him. That’s probably why it’s taken you this long to bust his ass.’ Uraraka was getting fired up. She had this exact same thought for a while but doubted herself because she thought she didn’t have enough evidence to back the theory up. Hearing that the number one detective in the prefecture had the same theory about Raven actually boosted her coinfidence a little. ‘Raven has been slacking though. He’s been sending out the same guy to do his dirty work too often in the same time period. It seems like he’s getting desperate, he wants one of his main guys that he knows he can trust, to get shit done. Fast. It’s obvious he knows we’re on to him. The one thing I can’t seem to lay my finger on is what the hell that bastard is planning. Those are my thoughts.’ He finished his tea and brought his cup to the kitchen counter. ‘So?’ Uraraka stared with a blank face at the coffee table. ‘I can’t believe I missed that. I can’t believe I forgot about that guy. This is a massive lead.’ ‘You’re welcome.’ Bakugou sang from the kitchen. She grabbed her notebook she brought allong and agressively started jotting Bakugou’s last hunch down. ‘Since when do you let your hair down?’ he asked out of the blue. ‘You said there was no need pretend to be chummy.’ She answered suspicously. Bakugou walked back to the living area and fell back in his chair. ‘Touché. But I still want to know.’ ‘And I still want to know if you live alone.’ Bakugou raised an eyebrow at her. She couldn’t quite indecate what that meant. ‘Well, doesn’t this look like a bachelor pad to you?’ She looked around as if she hadn’t inspected almost every inch of his apartment. ‘Not really, it looks like somewhere I would want to live.’ Bakugou looked around as well as if he hadn’t been living in it for the longest time. He was genuinely confused. ‘Time to set this apartment on fire then.’ Uraraka rolled her eyes. ‘After that disgustinly embarrassing moment I want to know why you left your ponytail at home today.’ Uraraka glanced at the hairtie around her wrist. ‘Felt like it.’ ‘That’s not really a good answer.’ ‘You didn’t even answer my question.’ They both groaned. ‘Fine, I live alone.’ ‘And I’m having a mental breakdown so I decided to switch it up.’ The way that came out was so so so depressing. She didn’t mean to share that much of herself. Irritation made her say more than she wanted to. Which was the main reason Bakugou knew how to clapback so well. She felt a blush creeping up on her face. She quickly picked up her tea cup and pretended to take a sip. ‘I think we’re past the bare minimum.’ Bakugou put his feet on the coffee table and crossed his legs. ‘We aren’t working right now though. We’re taking a break.’ There he goes with deciding things on his own. ‘I like it though, kinda symbolic for what the Chief told you yesterday.’ Now her blush was too spread out to hide in a tea cup. ‘I like your apartment.’ She said into the cup. Bakugou laughed. ‘Ah, so you can be nice?’ ‘Right back at you.’ She sassed. What was happening slowly sank in. Uraraka Ochako and Bakugou Katsuki have been in a room together for more than two hours and they haven’t ripped eachother to shreds yet? A miracle.

[vol-carnage]

It’s a Date (Maybe?)

Characters: All Might/ Yagi Toshinori, Eraserhead/Aizawa Shouta Pairings: EraserMight Rating: G Summery: Aizawa Shouta was never one to dance around his feelings. Yagi Toshinori usually just ignores them, nothing ever comes of them anyway. Or Aizawa and Toshinori go on a date. Notes: Idk what I’m doing. First fic i’ve written in like half a year. It was supposed to be cute and fluffy cut Toshi just had to come in and hate himself so now we get this. It’s dumb and cheesey and has probably been done before. RIP.

All Might closed the door to the staff room harder than he meant too, wincing at the bang. He glances around the room glad to find it empty, noticing there’s no one around to notice his mistake.

Until his eyes land on the dark haired man who’s scribbling on papers at his desk. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed All Might come in.

“Good afternoon Aizawa-Sensei! Grading papers I see! You are always working hard! It’s very admirable!” He grins as he crosses the room to the man’s desk.

“Thanks.” Aizawa mumbles, not bothering to look up at the towering man.

“Hero training went very well today! The children are doing better and better everyday! They will all make fine heroes!”

Aizawa made a noncommittal sound, sounding mostly uninterested in this conversation. But All Might being oblivious to this, plowed on.

“For example! Young Midoriya managed to land an attack and not injure himself! He’s getting much better at handling his power! And Young Uraraka has nearly doubled the amount of time she can keep things floating before she gets sick!”

Aizawa makes another sound and this one gets All Might’s attention.

“Ah! Is something wrong, my friend?” He asks, deeply concerned, bending down slightly so he’s closer to Aizawa.

“We should go out.” Aizawa stated, not looking up from the paper he was grading.

“I- uh- what?” All Might floundered trying to figure out exactly what he meant when he said go out. Like as colleagues? Just two teachers getting lunch before they have to return to their school? Perhaps he was referring to the evenings when most of the teachers would go out and drink and sing karaoke? Friends? A date? Okay it certainly wasn’t that last one.

Keep your fantasies to yourself, All Might. He chided himself.

“On a date. Coffee or dinner.” Aizawa still didn’t look up, adding a fully graded paper to the stack of already completed ones.

All Might sputtered and then coughed in surprise, blood spraying into the hand covering his mouth, and his body releasing a cloud of steam as he deflated.

All his sputtering is what got Aizawa to look up at him finally and blink tiredly.

“Surely it’s not that surprising for you to be asked out.” He responded dryly.

“Oh- ah. It’s just unusually after people know, uh, how I really look.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his clean hand and smiled sheepishly.

Aizawa frowned.

“If you don’t want to that’s fine, I-”

“No, no, no!” Yagi waved his arms furiously. “I’d be very happy to, uh, go out. Uh, either coffee or dinner! Whichever you would prefer, really!”

“Good. Saturday, 4 o’clock. I’ll text you the cafe’s address. Does that work?”

“Yes. That sounds perfect.” Yagi beamed.

Aizawa nodded and with a quiet hum turned back to his papers and resumed grading.

Yagi hovered for a moment before getting that the conversation was over and walking away from Aizawa’s desk.

He stopped by the small kitchenette in the staff room and busied himself with making some tea, before returning to his own desk.

It was true that as All Might he didn’t ever not have a standing invitation for a date or, ah, other things. But as Yagi, well. One look at the skeletal man and people tended to move on. He knew he wasn’t attractive and Aizawa hated how boisterous he was as All Might. So he couldn’t quite figure out why he would ask him out.

Why had Aizawa asked him out? Was it a joke? Someone had dared him to ask the famous All Might out because of how desperate he was around his fellow teacher?

Aizawa didn’t seem like the kind of person who would mess with someone’s emotions for a joke. But Yagi’s anxiety kept up with any logical reasoning.

Maybe it a sex thing? That wouldn’t work out for several reasons if that was Aizawa’s goal though.  That almost made the most sense.

“Everyone wants to get wrecked by the Symbol of Peace!” Kayama had laughed, her drink sloshing out of its cup, bringing her out of her laughter to frown at the sacrificed drink.

Yagi let out a breath and shook his head, attempting to scatter the thoughts and focus on the reports he had to grade.

He reached for his tea, grimacing at how cold it was already.

The worst of it was how genuinely excited he was for the chance of it being a real date. It was no secret to himself that he harbored feelings for the other man. Aizawa might come off as rude and uninterested but he did genuinely care about the people around hims and he had a special warmth that Yagi found himself inexplicably drawn too.

He sighed, letting his head fall against his desk. He’d just have to wait until Saturday to find out if it was some kind of joke.

Aizawa probably wouldn’t even show up. But he could still get something from the cafe and go for a walk. That would be nice, the weather had been cooling down so it would be good to get out before the cold set in too much.

Saturday came, a slight breeze in the air, and if the weather reports were to be believed the last cool fall day before winter set in with its icy grips.

Yagi checked the time on his phone again.

Still ten minutes before four.

He pushed his hands back into his jacket pockets, clenching and unclenching his hands to get the chill out of them.

He huffed. No matter how warm it was he could never actually stay warm. It might not be uncommon with his weakened form anymore but it was still annoying.

“You’re early.”

Yagi yelped and jumped slightly at the sudden low voice next to him.

He laughed good naturedly, choking down any blood in his mouth.

“I could say the same you, my friend!”

Aizawa watched him quizzically for a moment. “For the number one hero you sure are easy to spook.”

“Ah yes! I suppose I should be more aware of my surroundings in this form.” He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck.

Aizawa buried his face deeper into his scarf, hiding the smile the nervous man brought out, before opening the door to the cafe and waving an arm for Yagi to go in first.

Yagi obliged him, bowing slightly as he passed.

The cafe was mostly empty. A few workers and even fewer customers sitting at tables or in the large chairs around the room.

“What do you want?” Aizawa asked as they approached the counter.

“Tea.” He hummed as he looked at the menu. “Just a medium green tea, I think.”

The woman at the register nodded as Yagi went to pay Aizawa batted his hand.

“I asked you out. I’ll pay. I want a large coffee. Black.”

Yagi watched as Aizawa paid for their drinks then stepped down the counter to wait for their drinks.

This was going well.

Aizawa hadn’t made a fool of him yet and if he pushed his anxieties away he could almost pretend they were on a real date.

A young man called out their drinks and they pick them up.

“Do you want to sit down or go for a walk?” Aizawa asks, sipping at his coffee and grimincing.

He moved over to the bar where sugar and other sweeteners were kept and dumped in a concerning amount of sugar before he seemed satisfied with it.

“A walk sounds nice.” Yagi finally settled on.

Aizawa nodded before leading them back outside the cafe. He turned and headed down the street, Yagi keeping pace with him. He directed them to a small park, trees still full of colored leaves.

Yagi lost himself in looking at the scenery around them, and the couples and families milling around them.

That’s probably what Aizawa and I look like.

A couple.

The sudden thought caused blood to rush to his face and he coughed a few times before getting it under control.

“Are you okay? We can find a place to sit if you need to.” Aizawa sounded concerned, studying Yagi for any signs he was about to kill over.

“No, I’m fine, I promise. Just, uh- something surprised me. It’s nothing.” He smiled to settle any worries Aizawa might have.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment and Yagi went back to admiring the trees around the park.

“Do you like nature?” Aizawa asked after a long silence.

Yagi grinned cheerfully.

“Oh, yes, absolutely. Trees are my favorite. Have you ever been to Yakushima Island? It’s my favorite place to visit. I haven’t been in a while. I should go back sometime.” He trailed off, getting lost in the thought.

“I’ve never been a big fan, but I can see the appeal.” Aizawa offered.

“Where would you like to visit if you could? Anywhere in the world  it doesn’t have to be just in Japan.” Yagi asked.

Aizawa shrugs.

“I guess I don’t have anywhere.”

Yagi frowns.

“You should pick someplace close by and go! It’s a great way to broaden your horizons! And going someplace outside of Japan is fun because you get to learn about other cultures! I really liked visiting America. It has such a different energy than Japan.”

“Visiting?” Aizawa hummed, glancing at the taller man. “I assumed you had lived there, judging from your special moves.”

Was Aizawa teasing him? Was this flirting? Aizawa was definitely smiling even if he was trying to hide in his scarf.

“No. I’ve visited several times but by the time I was old enough to move I was too busy with hero work. I haven’t been back in over ten years.”

“That long?”

“I was always so busy. Every moment either out heroing or at a fundraiser or interview. Last time I went wasn’t even my own volition, it was for a charity event. Still wonderful of course!”

“I had always assumed you were part american.” Aizawa confessed, stopping and sitting at a bench.

Yagi dropped down next to him, not noticing the ache in his legs until her was seated. He avoided rubbing the ache out of his muscles, not wanting to expose his discomfort to Aizawa. The man did have a tendency to worry even if he didn’t show it outwardly.

“No, no. Both were Japanese. At least from what I know of them.” He frowned slightly.

Aizawa picked up on his discomfort.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“Oh no! It’s fine!” Yagi waved the apology away. “You were just asking. I’m just not used to talking about my childhood. It was not the best so it’s not something I offer to talk about and not many people ask either.”

Aizawa nodded, sipping his coffee and watching the people around the park.

“If you ever want we can swap stories. My childhood wasn’t great either.”

“I’m sorry Aizawa-kun, If-”

“Shouta.”

Yagi blinked.

“Huh?”

“We are on a date. You can call me Shouta.”

Yagi flushed red, swallowing the blood and building cough that was in his chest.

“Shouta then.” He grinned rightly, “But only if you call me Toshinori.”

“Alright, Toshinori.” A small smile crept onto Aizawa’s face again.

“Is this a real date?” Yagi asked suddenly.

Aizawa turned and watched the man, a scowl on his face.

“What do you mean, a real date?”

“Ah, I just. I thought it might be a practical joke. Perhaps someone put you up to it? It’s okay if it is! I just- or maybe it was a sex thing. I’ve been asked out with that in mind before and I just wanted to know for sure.” Yagi ducked his head. “I’ve really enjoyed this. Being out with you.”

“It’s a real date, Toshinori.” Aizawa’s gaze softened. “Why would you think it was a prank. Do you really think that lowly of me?”

“No,it’s not that! I-” He cut himself off, licking his dry lips. “I don’t see why someone would want to go on a date with me.”

Aizawa was back to glaring, not so much at Toshinori but the fact that this was how he thought of himself.

“You said that when I first asked you out. It was just as stupid then as it is now. You might not think so but you are attractive like this. Just because you don’t have a cult following of people who want to fuck you doesn’t make you unattractive.” Aizawa said gruffly, watching the other man as his mind ran with his thoughts.

Yagi took the break in Aizawa’s speech to glance up at the other man who’s glare had softened a bit.

Aizawa sighed, turning back to stare out at the park.

“You’re too hard on yourself.” He finally added, closing his eyes with annoyance.

Yagi sat silently, processing what he’d been told.

He was hard on himself. He knew that. His entire life had warped into trying to be good enough and the ideal always being just slightly out of reach. Perhaps at the height of his hero career, before his injury, he had felt like he achieved it. Had felt happy.

But nowadays.

“Toshinori.”

Yagi glanced over at Aizawa, being pulled from his downward spiraling thoughts.

“I’m going to kiss you now. Don’t spit blood everywhere.”

Yagi blinked owlishly at him before nodding.

Aizawa leaned up slightly, bringing their lips into contact. Their lips were both dry, verging on cracked and peeling, not the most pleasant sensation all things considered but it was soft and gentle and slow. Yagi could count on one hand the amount of actual kisses he had participated in and this one absolutely topped the charts.

It didn’t last long, a few moments, before Aizawa pulled away again.

“We should get going. We have dinner reservations.” He said after Yagi found himself able to open his eyes, moving to stand up.

He held out his hand to Yagi, helping the older man up.

Yagi wondered if he had noticed that his legs were bothering him today. Maybe that’s why he had them sit down in the first place.

That thought was chased away by another.

Shouta’s holding my hand. I’m holding hands with Aizawa Shouta.

“Ai- Shouta?”

“Hmm?”

“What made you ask me out?”

Aizawa was silent for a long moment, and for a second Yagi thought he had broken some odd dating rule he didn’t know about.

“I like you. I thought that was obvious. I’m not some stupid teenager who dances around their feelings. It’s was more logical to ask you out. If you were interested you’d say yes, if you weren’t you’d turn me down and that would be that. Then I could at least move on and not pine after you like some love sick idiot.”

“I see. I suppose that is very logical. Very you.” Yagi teased, pulling a small smile from Aizawa.

“Shut up.”

“I can think of some more logical ways for you to make me shut up.”

Aizawa’s smile grew, he buried his face deeper in his scarf to hide his smile and forming blush.

“Maybe later. If I stop to make out with you we won’t be getting to dinner. Hurry up.” He tried to sound gruff but it doesn’t come out as rough he intended, making Yagi laugh which only made him blush harder.

“As you wish, Shouta.”