#toshinori’s mental health

[allmightluver]

These photos especially hurt me.

The face he makes when he’s told he isn’t needed anymore. Something he’s known for a long time. He KNOWS he shouldn’t be alive, and that he’s only a burden to everyone now; especially Deku.

The face of heartbreak. Of understanding Deku’s position. He understands more than anyone possibly could. He held the world up by himself for over 40 years. I know how you feel. I know it feels to want to protect everyone, especially those closest to you. And the only way to do so is to leave them behind. Distance and Isolate yourself completely so you can’t get too attached to anyone. Because if you do, and the villains find out, it would feel impossible to live on knowing it was your fault they died. Because you endangered them by just being around them. Loving them. It’s only now, that I’ve allowed myself to live, that I can see how wrong I was to believe that. You shouldn’t have to suffer the same way I did. I can’t let you!

When he falls to the ground, he first lands on his torso. Which feels significant given the mortal wound there, as well how the normal pain in his side has moved to his chest. And even though the pain of having a misshapen, broken body can be extremely debilitating, the pain he now feels is absolutely unbearable.

The bento box. Sure it’s wasted food. But the fact that kills me is how lovingly he made it himself for his boy. Imagine him in their makeshift shelter, which may just be an abandoned building or apartment, carefully using the best ingredients he could find, to make a meal and feed his overworked son. The son he’s more than just a little worried about. It’s all he can think about.

But he busies himself preparing the rice, keeping an eye on the meat to be thoroughly cooked but not burnt, and then cutting it into small strips so his boy can easily grab it with his chopsticks while on the move without having to worry about cutting it himself. Protein. That’s what Deku needs most. And vegetables to keep his strength up. Everything is prepared as perfectly as possible in the short amount of time he has between following Deku to every villain attack.

He already knows the boy isn’t eating on his own. He did the same when he was a hero. Sometimes going for days without a proper meal in order to Protect. Toshi didn’t have anyone to help him with this, save for the few years Nighteye was with him. And that’s why he knows exactly what Deku needs.

After meticulously putting together the food in the bento box, he wraps it his signature bunny cloth…only to have Deku reject not only the meal, but HIM as well. Watching the boy walk away from him raises a memory of himself doing the same to Nighteye in the hospital. He now knows how Nighteye felt when he turned his back on him. Nighteye had left, unable to watch him slowly kill himself.

But Toshi can’t leave. Deku is all. He. Has. The only reason he’s still alive.

And yet, the food he prepared for his boy, the love he put into it to nourish him, ends up spilt. Splattered in the mud. Ruined. Rejected. Wasted…The food too.

And this final scene. Seeing this was so painful in the manga. I imaged he was crying, or trying not to. And my heart ached just thinking about it. But finally being able to hear it, to hear that yes, he is in fact crying, audibly, for the first time without holding himself back…that’s what finally shattered me.

[onesmolbean49]

Toshi really needs to work on lowering his voice

(Totally didn’t forget to post these yesterday) 😅

⬇️Close-ups!

[tonybliss]

I’ve only recently realized that the reason I think I love al might so much is the fact that the way he portrays mental health such as depression is the way I also hide mine behind a smile and it gives me the strength to continue

[allmightluver]

depression creature

[truly-quirkless]

Anonymous asked:

Yagi and Fin, Is there any part about Rima's quirk that makes you worried?

[Unprompted. || Accepting!]

"...it was admittedly a little disconcerting that she could read my thoughts with a touch or a glance,...though I think that scares her far more than it worries me. Her Quirk isn't exactly one she can have easy control over at all times..."

"Not really? She knows what causes it to activate and she's aware of it. Though being KO'd from a distance by a sudden emotion-spike if she grabs Yagi is definitely...different..."

[katsukikitten]

You've been writing to inmates in prison for almost two years now and have helped many feel more at ease with their current situations and possible futures. So it should come to no surprise when the warden of the most notorious prison seeks out your help with a difficult inmate they can hardly contain. The task proves difficult after you receive your first letter back from Bakugou Katsuki. More infamously known as Ground Zero, and you're not so sure you can help a man this far gone.

wc 6.8k warnings: dunno but he's mean and a villain so read at your own risk. MDNI 18+ content

Congratulations!

You've been selected for a special project due to your credentials with previous inmates. Letters exchanged between you and other inmates have had a positive effect on their rehabilitation which is one step closer to getting them assimilated back to the normalcy of society. 

We ask that you help us by reaching out to inmate B-001174 Bakugou, Katsuki. He has not had mail correspondence nor a visitor due to his self isolation since his incarceration. We are hoping that a letter from the most well received correspondent begins to pave the way for a brighter future for B-001174. Please see the below instructions on what topics to avoid for inmate B-001174

Family members of any relation to inmate

Previous crimes by inmate or inmate's affiliates. 

Current crimes by inmate's affiliates or any such nature of crime 

Current events of any kind including natural disasters, diseases, political elections or anything of relation. 

Current hero rankings, change of status or death of any hero since incarceration December 18th 2XXX

Any mention of hero(es) who captured inmate listed as follows : Aizawa, Shouta - Eraserhead, Todoroki, Enji - Endeavor, Toshinori, Yagi - Allmight, Usagiyama, Rumi - Mirko 

Current known affiliates are listed as follows : Kirishima, Eijirou, Midoriya, Izuku, Shigaraki, Tomura and Todoroki, Touya. 

We appreciate your efforts in brightening the dull lives of inmates and hope you pick up your pen and do what you do best, change lives for the better! Please see the following attachments for instructions on how to address the letter and seal inside the pre-paid postage envelope before dropping it off at any post office.

Remember each letter will be opened and read for any sort of criminal activity before being passed along to the inmate. 

Sincerely, 

Warden of Tartarus Maximum Prison Facility

You flip the letter over and skim the instructions, the same as they always are expect this time there is an extra line to add, maximum security level ten, as if you had to notate some sort of alert to the mailroom for an extra thorough check of this particular piece of mail. You bite the inside of your lip, toeing off your kitten heels before padding over to your computer with letter in tow.  

The request comes as a surprise, mostly because they listed a specific inmate instead of your usual list of inmates who wished to receive mail but had ties cut from their own families or needed some semblance of someone on the outside to speak with. Never asking you to address some sort of conversation with someone who sounded like they didn't want to have one at all. 

Snarling your lip when you read the affiliates that you needed to avoid as if their government names gave you any idea of who they were, some of them anyway. 

Two with whom you were already exchanging letters with weekly. 

Your usual routine to wind down from work is lost to your undying hunger of who this person was. Although you had to admit Bakugou sounded eerily familiar. 

A quick search brings up his villain name,  Ground Zero, captured during a raid of some sort and he alone needed several heroes for his capture. His quirk was dangerous, explosions detonated by sparks along his forearms and palms from his sweat that contained nitroglycerin and it seemed as if his mental health was just as stable as the fuel to his quirk. 

Looking at him wrong set him off and he was powerful enough to level buildings from just a few juls of output from his intense explosions. Still curiosity killed the cat and you delved deeper. 

Wondering how Izuku, aka Deku, who was quirkless and Eijirou, aka Blood Riot who could harden his skin, which you knew from their letters, got caught up with a living, breathing nuke. 

Thankfully most of the documentation and footage involving Katsuki's arrest was released to the public with redactions and edits of course but what you needed was the raw data. 

Finding unofficially released footage from Mirko's body cam, the only surviving body cam between the pursuing heroes. It starts right in the midst of the action, sirens wailing  and people screaming in the background as the scene unfolds. Ground Zero and Mirko exchange blows evenly while Endevor tries to ambush him from behind. The hulking blonde smirks, as if he had no blind spot, swinging his large arm backward hitting Endeavor right in the mouth, hard enough it sends him flying.  Katsuki's bromine eyes flicker to what must be vantage points off camera as if searching for something. 

"Got that pesky ass four eyes on me huh? I'm hurt ya don't wanna play with me properly, hops." He dodges a kick to the chest, sliding back and it's obvious his prowess as a fighter is unmatched, even with his quirk silenced.

"Shut the fuck up. Ya talk too much."  Shifting her weight to fein a kick that he catches, pinning her thick leg between his sturdy ribs and strong arm as he wears the nastiest smile. One that Mirko wipes off quickly with a swift kick from her free foot straight to his handsome face. Turning his cheek and blood arcs from his mouth, still he does not stagger nor falter. 

He even still has her leg pinned as she stands awkwardly, back arched to him and her bunny tail twitches. The viewer can only see the ground and her free leg but the mic still very much catches what he says next and you're sure the smile he was wearing earlier comes back tenfold. 

"Careful hops, ya get any rougher with me and I'll cum." 

His laugh echoes shortly after and the sound should not cause your stomach to flip the way it does before the footage abruptly ends. 

Taking the time to scroll through a few more pictures and articles, trying to find where it all went wrong when really none of that was your business, still it killed you to know. 

And when you fail to find anything, fail to find that butterfly effect that puts his whole life askew, it does little to quell the uneasy feeling that gnaws at the pit of your stomach. If anything it fuels it yet still you rummage your desk for stationary and a pen. 

Sealing away the envelope once you were done and setting it by your purse to grab in the morning when you think you'll be braver. 

Or maybe less brave as you hesitate by the mail drop off box, your train fast approaching the outside terminal before you shove it into the slot quickly. 

Too late to take it back now. 

Besides what were the odds he'd even send one back?

"B-001174, got mail." The guard grunts as he slips the already open letter under the cell door, finishing his rounds before the doors would open and the inmates could roam about the pod as they saw fit. 

Katsuki snarls, he didn't get mail, letters or pictures or even the cult following he once had he'd scared 'em all off. Tired of all the stupid bullshit they spewed at him, the ideals they placed on him or the words they shoved into his mouth. Worst yet were how they justified their actions, their own wrong doings in the name of Ground Zero, too pussy to even own up to their own actions. Katsuki hated that as much as he hated liars. 

Besides he didn't ask for all that shit, didn't care. He just wanted to watch the world burn. 

Wanted to set it on fire and Katsuki's philosophy was that anything was kindling. 

That everything is kindling. 

And he thinks he should just ignite the smallest spark despite the quirk "silencing" cuffs and let the letter be devoured by the heat of his palms. 

But the return address catches his eye, the name does. It's familiar in a way he can't quite place yet. Pulling the paper out of the envelope in the meantime. The first thing he notices is the faint almost perfumey smell of coconut from the paper, not from spraying the stationary but as if it were lotion rubbing across the parchment as you wrote in long looping letters, for a moment he finds the smell pleasant. His poisonous bromine eyes slide over the letter with ease. 

Dear Bakugou, 

I heard you don't get letters very often, if any, so I hope this one finds you well. The weather is warming up quickly, the cicadas are starting to scream even though it's barely June, we'll all be sweltering come August. Summer is my favorite season, do you have a favorite? Work slows down around this time and they usually grant us extra leave so we can enjoy the weather, which is quite nice. I hope you're getting to enjoy the sun as well. 

I know cooking is one of your favorite things, I can see why. It can be relaxing or make you feel good to nourish someone else. What other hobbies do you have aside from cooking? Any favorite books or authors? Maybe I can send your favorite one in! Just let me know. 

Do you have everything you need? Do you need any money for commissary? Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything at all, I'm only a letter away. 

Hope to hear from you and maybe soon I can call you Katsuki. 

Much Love

He snorts as he reads the last line and it finally dawns on him from where he knows your name. Lifting himself out of his prison cot with ease, the cheap thing groaning from his bulk as he exits his cell. Heading towards the neighboring cell that holds Deku and Riot, shoving his way into the too cramped space for the bulking men. 

"Ka-kaachan!" Izuku chirps, surprised to see the hot headed blonde out of his cell and especially surprised to see Bakugou in his own. Lingering by Izuku's half with a quirked brow, his eyes roaming until they found the hidden stack of papers. 

"Gonna grab breakfast with us?" Kirishima asks as he watches large hands snatch at the pile. Instantly Izuku stands, eyes darkening as he steps towards Katsuki.

"Put those down, Kaachan." It's that fake polite smile Izuku wears before a fight, the kind that never reaches his eyes and Bakugou doesn't heed the warning, "Please."

It's clipped and now Kirishima thinks to rise, doesn't want either of them to do solitary or to deal with the month long bickering if they do get into a physical fight. 

Katsuki looks over the letters, reading them quickly and appreciating that Izuku is meticulous enough to keep them in chronological order, each one signed off the same way. Much love. 

Such bullshit. 

Izuku shoves Bakugou when he still scowls down at the papers that also smell like coconut. Katsuki drops the letters unceremoniously and Izuku scrambles to keep them from hitting the concrete floor. Bakugou already on Kirishima's side who watches with a confused glare. 

"What are you-" But Kirishima doesn't get to say much else as Katsuki lifts the thin mattress from the metal frame to find the hidden letters. Tucked away safely as if the battle worn villain took comfort in the false words in shiny black ink. 

Same return address, same name, same bull shit sign off. 

"Katsuki!" Kirishima shoves him and the blonde hardly moves, Eijirou's skin half hardening out of habit before he tries to shove again. Katsuki hits his forearm harshly, a soft pop in warning although neither could do too much with the amount of sedation and silencing that came from the collar from around their thick throats. Izuku sans silencing cuffs, has no worries about a part of him being dulled. He was built like an ox with the metabolism of a pubescent teen despite being in his late twenties so sedatives or mood stabilizers hardly have any effect. 

Bakugou tosses the letters onto Kirishima's scratchy blanket before he scoffs. 

"Tsk, believe that bullshit?" He's rolling his eyes as he leaves the cell with nothing but the rustle of paper as they try to rehide what they act like is their dirty little secret. 

God weak hearted fools were so fucking annoying. 

Post through the prison system could take some time, especially when it came to newer exchanges. It could be anywhere between two weeks to two months before you saw a reply from Katsuki. If you got one at all. 

But the thought of his phantom reply slips to the back of your head what with your current workload and the other correspondents so when you see a sealed envelope the prison's return address you think nothing of it. 

Not until you open it to see an open envelope with your address but instead of your name is spelled out Fake Bitch. 

Blinking furiously you pull out the letter, unfolding it quickly to let your eyes scan over the page, each word burning into your retinas.

Piece of shit, 

Such a pathetic fuckin slut, writing any and every desperate man behind bars you think is hot, hopin you'll get a conjugal visit. Already fucked everyone at surface level ya gotta try prison dick? 

Or is it worst than that?  Mommy and daddy didn't love ya enough? Didn't give ya enough attention so you look for it in anyone that'll give ya the time of day? Prey on those with no one to talk to knowing you'd get a reply out of desperation. 

Lickin knives all ya know sweetheart? Pretty fuckin scummy if ya ask me. 

Fuck off and die, 

Bakugou Katsuki 

Now you've received your fair share of mean and asshole letters but this? This was different. 

This felt personal. 

It was rule number one you'd given yourself when you were asked to start penning letters while in a shitty place yourself. 

And yet here you were breaking it for some asshat who thought the cityscape was his to destroy. 

Heart ringing in your ears as you try to calm yourself, counting your breaths until you finally could see straight. Penning up something simple yet effective telling yourself that even if he didn't reply it didn't matter. 

You drop it into the mail the next day, two weeks later the same guard is slipping another opened letter under Bakugou's cell door. A snarl to his lip, he didn't expect you to reply and if he was being honest he may have forgotten about you, still the envelope was addressed to his inmate number and no longer is his name written in your cute script. 

While you may think you know everything there is to know about life and me, I'd like to point out your position over mine. 

Last I checked I'm not miles and miles in the ground, under heavy security, among other things a civilian wouldn't be privy to. However I will put it into lame man's terms as it seems your cognitive abilities have declined. 

I'm not the one behind bars, asshole. 

Much Hate

Bakugou clicks his tongue, he was used to the insult, wore it proudly most days but he knew his first letter would go one of two ways.

One, you'd cry when you read it and never replied to him again, which was his hope or two there was a very slim chance he'd get under your skin enough you'd feel the innate need to respond and defend yourself. 

Bakugou does what he does best and burrows further under your pretty skin twirling the pen he finds in the library with ease as he takes to writing out a delicious reply. 

Mail from Tartarus normally came on Wednesday or Thursday as if someone at the facility always forgot to send it out at the beginning of the week. So it became a part of your routine to check your PO Box you set up in a prefecture over in order to preserve your safety should something ever go awry with any of your pen pals or to receive online purchases. Mail day used to be a day you looked forward to, something to help you get through the remainder of your work week but today it was a day you dreaded. 

The excitement from seeing the others' responses in the mail is overshadowed by one particular envelope that slips out of the Manila folder that all of the letters to the same correspondent were sent in to save postage. 

You should be reading Touya's letter or hell anyone else's for that matter, yet here you stood, going for that obnoxious scrawl as he still refused to spell out your name and instead gave you some horrible insult. 

Pathetic Slut

If lying to yourself by writing half ass disingenuine letters to prisoners out of pity makes ya feel like yer changing the world then by all fucking means write away sweetheart. 

Just don't be surprised when you get an asshole response from an asshole behind bars. 

Cause we both know that's what you think of all of us don'tchya? 

Die, 

Bakugou Katsuki 

It shouldn't bother you, it shouldn't burrow so deep into your skin that his inky words scratch at your bones. Like his fingers could dig around in the marrow like maggots yet still it makes your cheeks heat. Makes your eyes burn from frustration and lack of blinking as your palms sweat. 

Soles of your feet burning as you walk further into your apartment to rummage through the drawers of your desk.  Uncaring how things topple over as you furiously grab for a permanent marker, pens and books scattering over the hardwood floors. 

Heart pounding as it resounds through your body like metal striking a bell. Each beat faster, harder than the last until you think your vision starts to ehb at the edges from how much hatred burns away at any of the kindness you built up over the last decade. 

Snapping the marker in half by the time you're done writing your final letter to the asshole. 

FUCK 

YOU 

You don't read it, don't care if it makes it past screening and he never sees it at all. Shoving it into one of your personal envelopes on your desk slapping on a floral postage stamp before stomping down to the express box that sat just outside of your apartment complex. 

It takes a full week for you to calm down, another week to stop thinking about it daily, and one more week to even reply to the letters you got almost a month ago. 

An email comes in from the post office, alerting you to something being placed in your box. You hope it's the new sun dress you bought as retail therapy after a long week and an even bigger bottle of booze that you'd drained. Spending quite a pretty penny on something you didn't even really have an occasion to wear it to. 

More like a nice date, the type of dress you could dress up or down depending on what sorts of accessories you paired with it. 

Taking the train three stops past your own to head into the post office. Turning the key to your decent sized box finding within the metal your promised package. 

And on top of that a familiar manila folder with the return address to Tartarus. 

You grit your teeth, holding onto the mail harder than you should as you take those three long stops back home. Swallowing thickly as you climb your steps, the folder and plastic bag package punctured from your sharp nails as you quickly press in your seven digit key code to get into your apartment and out of the sweltering mid August air.

When your door shuts it closed off the sound of the screaming cicadas and the few crickets that lie in the green space beside your apartment as you try to force yourself to follow your nightly routine. 

Remove shoes, take off makeup, eat, shower, sleep. 

But that damn folder was burning a hole into your fingers as you go to your desk, rocking your chair side to side before you just rip it open like you'd rip off a bandaid. 

This time the letter addresses you in a new way. 

Sweetheart, 

I dare you to come say that shit to my face. You fuckin better show up Saturday other wise I'll let your precious Izu and Eiji know just how much of a fake bitch ya really are. Imagine what it would do to them? Break their hearts I'm sure.  

Ya'd hate to mess with their progress wouldn't ya? 

Don't forget to wear something cute, it'd be nice to see some fat tits in my face at the very least. If a shitty woman like you even owns anything relatively sexy.

Fuck off 

Bakugou Katsuki 

You see red, breathing deeply as you re-read the letter again, who the fuck was this asshole? Black mailing you into visiting him so it wouldn't hurt your other correspondents because Bakugou was so fucking selfish. 

So black out angry you don't seem to wake up, not when you put yourself in that sleek summer sun dress that went to your mid thigh, not when you stare at your angry scowl as you apply light make up, and especially not on the hour drive and then two hour ferry ride to Tartarus. Especially not during the twenty minute descent in a cramped elevator box with a guard in front and behind you with AKs clipped to their chests, the sweltering heat seeping down this low in the ground due to body heat and poor ventilation of the prison. 

Not until the buzzer of the barred door in front of you screams its demands, that the handle was "live" and could be opened by the guard standing in the cage between the hallway that led back to freedom and the other where you could already see toxic bromine burning into your skin. 

This was a bad idea. This was a really fucking bad idea.  

You swallow thickly, it was too late to turn back now wasn't it? The door had already swung shut as the guard came closer to you for one final inspection.

"Dress is kinda short." Katsuki can overhear the guard mumble to you, can see how the guard's fingers twitch and for some reason his own do too. He watches how the guard lingers, how the man's hand press against your body and bunches up your dress as he pats you down a little too roughly. How you bite your lip when the man squeezes your ribs and under the weight of your breasts a little too roughly. 

Katsuki is starting to see red, sweat begins to collect on his brow. He hasn't even fully seen you at least not without an obstructed view but already he can tell he likes what he sees. 

Likes how the dress clings to parts of you you'd favor, the parts you want to really highlight. How the hem flusters higher with each step of your strappy flat shoes.

Loves the scowl that pinches up your cute face when the door buzzes to allow you into the room with him and another six guards. Likes how you straighten your spine as if you've gotten fresh resolve when you come in. 

Looking at him like he was trash and he smirks, like how you don't recoil from him despite how he looks now.  

Plexiglass spit guard with metal framing afixed to his face to keep more than his salvia to himself, more so to keep his gnashing teeth away from people's skin. How his throat is encircled with a thick black collar with a red light set far past stun and closer to kill that would send an electric pulse if he misbehaved but only if they could reach their remote fast enough. 

How the silver cuffs around his thick wrists chain him to the table top, thick forearms exposed from him rolling up his bright orange suit that was harsh on the eyes thanks to the flickering fluorescent lighting overhead. Soft ash blonde hair messy at the top with a self given undercut beneath, iris so bloody red it was as if he was born straight from the calf of Ares himself. 

"Hey Sweetheart." He purrs and his voice is pure sin. 

Pure fucking sin. 

Sending a jolt straight to your clit as his pretty lips curl up into a deadly smirk, showing his sharp canines. 

Bakugou can't contain the feeling of triumph that dances in his veins, purposely egging you on in his letter with the closest Saturday knowing you'd be allowed to come on such short notice. See, most visitors needed to have thorough background checks and intensive mental testing before coming to meet anyone in maximum security five hundred meters below sea level. 

But the conniving blonde knew you were special. 

Knew the warden of Tartarus favored you and would allow you to skip these precautions, especially after what that dumbass thinks you've done. In less than a month of writing to him, that damn Deku finally added Inko-san back to his visiting list, actually came to the visit and cupped her hands. Murmuring on and on that her baby boy with the wavy emerald curls was okay. Inko cried and returned every month since.

No different for Kirishima either, adding Fat Gum, who was like a father figure to him during their shared time at UA, to his visitor list. Surprisingly Taishiro came, still comes, him and Inko car pool together. 

Not even a few heartbeats pass between the two of you before you feel your tongue slicing up the sensitive skin of the roof of your mouth. Of the hard bone of your teeth. 

"Fuck. You." The words drip with sticky poison that even one of the guards behind him flinches but not Bakugou. 

No never Bakugou Katsuki, the Ground Zero himself who leveled a city for the fucking fun of it 

He smiles, both sides of his mouth curling up and it should be disturbing how much he obviously gets off on your frustration, on your hate. But it isn't, it's almost mesmerizing how he looks at you. Like you're something to triumph and conquer, something he wants to keep for himself. 

With that you turn to leave, skirt fluttering from the movement and Katsuki can see the tattoo on your upper thigh, the ink making his mouth salivate as he wonders if he can find any more you've got hidden on that fine body. 

He lunges despite the rattling chains that keep him close to the table, still he has enough leeway to grab onto your arm in one giant hand. Foolishly you try to pull free. 

"Oh come on sweetheart. I've got a whole hour of play time for this. Yer not leaving, sit down." 

His grip on you is tight, his hand big enough to engulf half of your forearm and it gets tighter still. Hot palm making your bones creak from the pressure as he smiles up at you cruelly. All you can do is glare down at him, bore all of your hate where the two of you are connected, his skin feels electric against yours. 

"Ya know, I could probably still blow your arm off." He doesn't bother to say it quietly, chuckles when you look at the quirk silencing cuffs and collar he dons, "They ain't shit against strong quirks." 

Your eyes flash, anger spiking your blood and stupidly you strike. Hand stinging as badly as the tears that come to your eyes and threaten to fall past your lash line. Clawed fingers met with the metal framing of the glass spit guard mask that covers his mouth. Still one of your claws cuts his cheeks and he howls with laughter. 

"Like I said-" He yanks you down harshly, playful tone from his voice gone as your ribs smack into the edge of the metal table, puffs of hot breath fogging the glass of his spit guard, "Sit." 

The awkward angle forces your knees to bend, settling on to the cold metal stool while his warm fingers leave blossoms of black and blue on the skin. As if returning the favor for the cut. 

"I can feel your heart pounding princess,yer pussy throbin this hard too?" He licks his lips, laughs when you lean away from him in disgust, "Ya like it. All sluts play hard to get at first." 

Your eyes flicker to the guards behind him, all six pretend not to notice, panic shoots through your veins and the realization of just how bad of a fucking idea this was settles over you harshly. Like ice water flowing from the nape of your neck.  

He follows your gaze, even cranes his head like he didn't know who was behind him and exactly where they stood. 

"Oh them? They ain't gonna do shit. They're too scared of me. Blew a guy's head off last week." He smiles and one of the guards suddenly finds the floor interesting, "Do ya know how drugged up I am right now baby? How much force these cuffs have to use to bring my quirk down to half power?" 

Choosing not to respond you let your eyes fall back on his handsome face watching it snarl as you ignore him. 

Oh he'd make you see him. 

"What cat got yer tongue now ya scared cause I'm so strong? Invincible?" Your eyes narrow as he speaks the arrogance of this man is far beyond your comprehension. 

"You bleed like every other man." He loves the way you speak, how you wield that sharp tongue. How he wants it pressed and slashing over his own as he's two fingers deep into your tight cunt, moaning into his mouth. 

He brings the thick digits of his free hand parting gift you bestowed upon him. The long thin slash as rough pads bring smeared blood into view so he can lick away the dark red beads. 

"Bloody men are usually the most dangerous, you never know if it's his or that of another's." He lets his hot thumb roll over the cut, cauterizing the small wound hoping it scars. 

Eyes widening as he blatantly uses his quirk as if there weren't armed guards behind him. You're watching his eyes closely as he does and finally you realize what he said is true. There is a dullness to them that was lacking in the raw footage you saw all those months ago. 

Then his eyes were vibrant, sharp and slicing, much more intense then the hazy glare he gives you now. It didn't make him any less of an apex predator. 

Still watching you, recording your small movements and committing your soft skin to his memory as he studies you. 

"Got a quirk?" He grunts out after a moment, after he collects whatever information he was looking for, "I wanna guess first. Manipulation?" 

He smirks at his own joke and you roll your eyes, trying to ignore how his thumb swipes at the underside of your forearm idly. How the motion twists your stomach violently with dizzying emotions. 

Rolling your eyes before you scoff an answer, "No. Besides you expect me to manipulate through what? Ink?" 

"Ya never know. Went to school with some asshole whose quirk was comic book sound effects." He leans back never letting go but now his hand is around your wrist. His fingers twitch when he looks at yours, fights the urge to roughly lace them with his own. 

"Well I don't. Manipulate I mean." You adjust in your seat, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny, "And I won't disclose whether I have a quirk or not." 

"Haaah? Worried I'll like it?" When you don't answer he adds, "Is it compatible with mine?" 

Slowly blinking at him trying not to read into what you think he means. He groans at your silence, the higher dosage of his morning meds finally catching up making him a little lethargic. Taking his edge off when all he wants to do is rise over the crashing wave of the pending high he can barely keep at bay and whisk you out of the depths of hell the two of you currently sit in. 

"So then what? You just used regular words to manipulate them?" He fights back a yawn. 

"Who?" Your ribs still ache from his actions earlier, it doesn't warn you like it should. 

"Don't play fuckin stupid, Sweetheart." He's lurching into your space again, hand moving back over your bruise. It makes your stomach clench when it shouldn't, especially not as the chains rattle against the metal table top, serving as a heavy reminder of the setting of this conversation. 

Still his breath comes in quick puffs as it fogs up the glass again, "Shitty hair. Deku." 

Your brows furrow for a moment, another groan from him. 

"For fucks sake." Light squeeze of your arm as he spits their names, "Fuckin nerdy ass Izuku. Eijirou."

"I can't talk about them." Looking away from his darkened eyes that flash with a fury of emotion.

"Who's stoppin ya? Them?" He tilts his head towards the guards, "I told ya-" 

"B-001174, you have five minutes left for visitation." A voice crackled over an old speaker in the visitation cell, "Please remove your hands from the guest or we will apply force." 

The small light on his collar flashes red and he just smirks, looking up, well above your head. Staring directly at the warden like he knows exactly where he stood behind the two way mirror. 

"Yea? You'll apply force? Go ahead. Nothin but a little shock t' me but t' her? She'll die warden." There is no mirth in his smirk, lips twitching as his eyes are shrouded in dark warning, "And we wouldn't want that would we?" 

The way he speaks sends a chill down your spine, the haze of whatever sedative they had him on is now gone and you're left sitting across from those vibrant radioactive eyes. Burning through the mirror to sear the warden's skin in a threat, a promise. 

A buzz rings out as the seventh guard comes in, he scrunches his nose and it makes his oddly shaped mustache twitch. 

"Miss." He grunts holding out his hand for you to take too close in your personal space for your liking. Slapping it out of your face before following your right arm down to where Katsuki held fast. Peeling off his thick digits with your finely manicured claws. 

He hisses at the loss of contact, glaring at the guard when his hands hover close and the older man is smart enough not to antagonize a literal monster. Katsuki stands suddenly, a scream comes from the bolts securing metal to metal as he rips the table out of the ground, unable to break the chains for now. 

Everyone but Bakugou in the room freezes, guns cocked and aimed at the bulking villain who rose to his full height, sticking his prison issued white shoe onto the seat he just sat on to push down roughly. Thick thigh muscles straining against the fabric of the bright orange pants. A smile to his face when the chains finally snap and he can move his hands more freely before ripping off the plexiglass spit guard letting it clink on to the ground. His large hands run through his hair as if to fix it. 

"I'm entitled to a proper fuckin good bye." He hisses at everyone in the room, they keep their guns aimed at him but make no move to pull any trigger. 

Katsuki stalks closer, a wall of muscle, broad chest and shoulders, slim waist that leads down to powerful legs and you try not to let your breath catch in your throat. 

Try not to let the big bad wolf win by letting him know just how scared you were. Over how impressive it was that he snapped reinforced titanium chains so easily. 

He's well within your arms reach now, so close heat radiates from his chest. 

"I'll see ya soon, Sweetheart." He bids you a final goodbye, waving his fingers that pop with burning caramel explosions. You're not sure why it sets you off, maybe it was the way he wore that stupid smirk on his face, maybe it was the way he demonstrated his power or his dominance in an attempt to intimidate you one last time. 

Maybe it's the way he was arrogant enough to think you'd waste six hours round trip on his ass ever again. 

Either way it makes your temper flair, burrows deep into your subdermis to scarpe at your bones one final time before you unknowingly seal your own fate. Not knowing how his body would react to your parting words. 

"There won't be a next time. I came here for one thing and that was to say fuck you." Delivered with just as much clotting venom as it was before, middle finger held high.

His smirk turns deadly, blowing out a snort as he leans closer as if to share a secret. You can smell the cheap commissary soap that clings to his skin that's starting to lose out to the rapidly building nimbus of smoking caramel that clouds the air as his lips press to your ear.  

"Don't have t'. I'll come to you." He pulls back and winks as you're guided out of the room, glare fixed on him as he stands unbothered. 

He's lying, prisoners lie all the time especially if they think they can get the upper hand. He couldn't come to you. He couldn't escape prison for starters and lastly there was no way in hell he'd ever find out where you lived.  The prison made sure of that by always including a fresh envelope with their own return address in the top left corner, you should know. You only triple checked each time you sealed away the letter, even a fourth time at the post box staring down at the address on the envelope making sure both were correct.

So fuck Bakugou Katsuki for being a dirty liar, fucking hypocrite.

Shoving yourself into an oversized shirt after your body shower you finally get to plop down into bed. Relishing the feel of fresh sheets and blankets as you sigh deeply. It had been a long, long day and no amount of self care could get his toxic blood red eyes out of your head.

Switching on the TV to pull up some show to numb your mind with familiarity when the channel cuts out. Breaking news flashing across the screen makes your body go rigid. 

A prison break from Tartarus has occurred in the late evening hours, several high profile villains are believed to have escaped such as Shigaraki Tomura, Todoroki Touya, aka Dabi, Kirishima Eijirou aka Blood Riot,  Midoriya Izuku aka Deku and Bakugou Katsuki better known as Ground Zero. Please do not approach suspected escapees, please report any suspicious person or activities immediately. Most importantly keep all doors and windows locked at all times. I repeat do not engage with the inmates. 

A knock comes from your left, making you jump out of your skin as you fist the sheets. A cold sweat breaking out over your skin in goose flesh as your hearing rings in your ears. Unable to bring yourself to look at the sliding glass door to your balcony just yet as if you could ignore it and the cause of the sound would simply go away.

Another rapt of knuckles pulls your attention once more before you finally dare to peek to see glowing red eyes peering in. The devil himself at your door and you knew better than to let him in. 

Knew better that a locked door couldn't keep him out. 

Bromine burning in the night like ever fanned flames, orange jumpsuit obnoxiously out of place against the night sky, stained in deep burgundy red and ash grays, the same colors streaking his face before he knocks again. But this time it's in warning, hard enough to rattle the door that you both know he could rip off the track with ease.

"How- how did you?" Teeth chattering that you grit closed still refusing to give in to his tactics until he presses a small envelope against the glass. Your personal envelope with your real home address listed for return. 

Panic bubbles up your throat in a scream that dies at the back of your teeth as you sit frozen a minute longer while he gives a predatory grin, large hands pressing against the glass before his palms glow bright orange. Brighter than his jumpsuit before the glass shatters and your scream finally escapes your lungs. 

In an instant he's towering over you, palms pressing into biting shards as he cages you against the plush comforter dipping his head low so he can nose at your throat, hot palm at your ribs. Leave a searing bite pulling a strangled yelp from your soft lips that makes him laugh before his mouth is at your ear for the second time today. Finally speaking dangerously low.

"Told ya I'd see ya soon, Sweetheart."

[fallen-hero7]

The MHA vestiges/OFA holders make me so terribly ill.

they make me so sad. They make me so sad and I love them so much. All of them. From the first to the seventh. (I dont count All Might as a vestige since he isn't dead) . All of them died horribly (maybe not for Hikage since he just died of old age lmao loser died at 40 💀💀)

btw I made an AU with @rockin-it-rusty so read more to know (be careful, spoilers for after the finale war!)

We made an AU where after the war & the defeat of AFO & Shigaraki, the holders come back to life (since they all died because of AFO/OFA, and since both of it finally came to an end, I think it would be fair for the holders to finally get a fucking change at LIVING.) and they now have to adapt to the post-final war world & their new quirks (since they keep their evolved quirks ^^) & evolutions of society :)

I think a few points I would love to explore in this AU is the shear amount of angst you can get out of Nana coming back, ≈40 years after her death, still looking like the day she died(in her 20's) and meeting a 50+ years old Toshinori (y'know, her protégé? Her sorta adoptive son?) and her friend Sorahiko Torino who used to be her crime fighting partner and is now a senil(not really) old man. Imagine how devastated she can be. She knows that the man who put her friend in the hospital is her grandson. She knows they had to fight someone who shared her blood. Nana coming back to life has such amazing angst potential it's sickening.

Another point I wanna explore is the first user, Yoichi, Yoichi SHIGARAKI. You know.. AFO's brother? His twin? His blood? Yeahh. Yoichi coming back to a world destroyed by his brother. Not only does he grieve his brother, but he feels responsible for everything that has happened. Why does he gets to be alive again? Therapy might be needed here. Everyone HATES AFO, so why would anyone welcome him?

Then, we ofc have the fact that most(if not all) of the vestiges are WAR veterans who died HORRIBLE deaths. That means : nightmares, flashbacks, PTDS, potentially derealisation from their time as vestiges, paranoia and other mental illnesses/health issues. We also have : phantom pains!!! Phantom pain is really important since : En got sliced in two. He died losing half of his body and his right hand. He HAS to feel some kind of phantom pain even if they're back once he get resurrected; and Bruce got stabbed, having a gaping hole in his torso.. he had to be feeling some phantom pain too! Then, obviously, with Kudo & Nana getting choked, I can imagine that it would feel a certain way (choking is very easy, and the feeling of hands squeezing the life out of you is something you don't ever forget)...

we also have a few other ideas and stuff, so stay tuned ^^

[truly-quirkless]

Yagi went quiet for a few moments. He blinked- looking at Stai---- Chizome--- with something nearing emotional exhaustion.

"...that still won't stop me from doing everything I can, Chizome." The amount of times he'd failed the last few months rang in the back of his head. "...I've already failed too much." He let his hand drift- gripping his Words. A part of him felt selfish. Wanting to protect his other half, getting to angry seeing them injured- and each time, he had failed.-

This seemed to be something Chizome held as a personal conviction.- Emotional support for Heroes...they were sure Yagi could benefit. They uncapped the water bottle- taking a swig of their own. They had a guess what that 'failed too much' was about.

"I should have protected,...I couldn't even..." Yagi's head was starting to hang. He knew he wasn't an unkillable god. He had Words- there would always be a weak spot. A weak spot he'd failed. Twenty-three years,... "What good am I as a Hero,...if I couldn't even...protect my other half..."

His grip grew tighter. 'Symbol of Peace',...he'd saved so many lives- and he wouldn't dare wish to trade that. He'd long-made peace with the fact that there were lives out there he couldn't save- people he couldn't reach, who might beg and cry for him in vain- but the day that his other had become one of those potentials,...the day he'd realized,...when those strangers stopped being just strangers,..

He tried so hard- but if he'd failed his other half, who else had he failed? Who else went through things like that because he wasn't there?

"...last I checked, you're the best fuckin' Hero I've ever met. N' for the record, I wouldn't trade a second of my life for all the people you've saved." Yagi flinched. "Besides, I couldn't keep you safe from whoever gave you that scar. Would you call me a bad soulmate, in turn?" That earned his head snapping over. Do you regret having my Words?

"Never!-- You couldn't have known, you were still in America--- and even if you were here, I would never ask you to protect me! You would've died-"

"-n' who started bringin' me food and askin' me to eat, because I space?" He winced. "Who started making sure I took my breaks, so I didn't collapse from overworking myself?" Another wince- Yagi took a step back from the two. "Who has literally been there for me, ever since he met me?" Yagi let go of his Words, gulping. "Do you think you're not worthy of the same concern?"

Fin cast a glance to Chizome.

"....thanks for bein' willin' t' wait, by the way..." Oh, how quickly things had spiraled... Though the 'emotional support vigilante's' last words were still echoing in their head. Were there consequences to come from Yagi acting like this? It wouldn't surprise them...but the thought wasn't pleasant.

The vigilante gave Fin a polite smile and graciously accepted the water bottle. He cracked the top open in a quick fluid motion and took a couple swigs before answering their question.

“Chizome or Stendhal are fine by me. I gave up the title of ‘Hero Killer Stain’ when I made a promise to Toshinori, the one from my world, that I would atone for the damage I'd caused.”

Chizome stood up and took a casual step closer to Yagi, red eyes seeming to peer right through the taller man. “One of my duties back home was providing emotional support to the heroes who tended to overwork themselves. My Toshinori was notorious for burning the candle at both ends throughout his whole career. I can see that you're clearly doing the same, Yagi. Not bothering to show your own body the same level of love and care you insist on giving to others.”

There was now a hint of that burning passion emanating from him but it was directed towards a different goal. A much nobler cause. “You'd greatly benefit from taking time to rest your mind and body, Yagi. You're still only human, burdened by the weight of the world on his shoulders, not some unkillable god who could endlessly sacrifice himself with no repercussions.” His words were kind, but there was a weight to them, some hidden implication connected to what Stendhal had witnessed from his own world.

[jellyfishandry]

I dont know if you still accept requests for all might, but if you do "You thought you could get away with this, didnt you?" - with new young teacher/secretary for all might who doesnt know all might and toshinori are the same person, kinda flirty and close to midnight, during end of year celebration she flirts with aizawa making all might jealous, so he thinks turning into muscle form would win her but she is dissapointed toshinori isnt there, so he drags her to the roof of the buildi

Toshinori Yagi jealousy

CW: insecurity, jealousy, gn reader but fem intended, rushed writing,

A/N: I'm sorry this took nearly three months for me to write :(

He did not expect the new teacher they were getting to be so attractive.  He introduces himself on the first day as “Toshinori Yagi” instead of “All Might”.  The goal for him was to start becoming more accustomed to his life without hero work, and he figured that he could start off on a good foot by starting to use his real name instead of his hero name.  He quickly learns that you’re close with Midnight, as you seem to go to her first with questions, and that the two of you hangout during lunch break.  You make a few comments to him about how you like his hair or his suit, and he wants to believe that they’re just friendly compliments, but the way you look at him tells him otherwise.  He’s not at all experienced with romance, and to be fair, he had generally accepted the fact that he would die single.  So overall, he has no idea how to deal with your flirting, he just thanks you, and hopes that’ll be okay.  And over time, he starts to fall for you. He knows it’s stupid, and that you’re just being playful, but he can’t help it. There are small signs that he’s into you, and most of the other teachers pick up on them.  You may not notice them, but Midnight does hint at them occasionally.  And you do grow fond of his face and kind personality. At the end of the year, the UA staff throw a celebration, and everyone looks forward to it.  But the night before, Toshinori unintentionally eavesdrops on your conversation with Aizawa, and he can pick up on the flirty tone in your voice. It immediately dampens his mood. He knew that Aizawa was better looking than him, and younger by nearly 25 years.  Despite thinking that you’d choose Aizawa over him, he felt the need to impress you during the party.  And so the next night, he arrived in his muscle form, and his best suit.  When he caught sight of you, he had to force himself not to stare.  You were stunning, your outfit looking amazing on you.  He pretty much made a beeline for you. The surprised look on your face confused him a bit, and he got the sense that you didn’t recognize him when you introduced yourself.  You were obviously not expecting THE All Might to be there, but you weren’t complaining.  But after a little you started to get worried, as you hadn’t seen Toshinori at all.  You couldn’t think of a reason he wouldn’t come, aside from his health problems, which made you even more concerned.  And while you were looking around, Aizawa approached you, striking up a conversation about the students and things surrounding the next year.  Toshinori however, was watching the conversation go down, and it made him a little nervous.  You had a worried smile on your face, as you talked with Aizawa, and eventually you excused yourself to go outside and call Toshinori. He quickly followed you out and got your attention before you dialed his number.   He had to mentally prepare himself for the reveal, but the fact that you were actively concerned about him, made him feel somewhat better.  “Oh hey, did you need something?”  The only thing he could respond with, was transforming back into his true form, his suit now baggy on his body.  To say you were surprised would be an understatement, and frankly you felt a little stupid.  With how he transformed right in front of you, you could see the similarities between his two forms.  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”  When you expressed your confusion as to why he’d show up in his muscle form when he normally was in his true form, he felt even worse.  “I… I just wanted to impress you.” He stated.  He gathered his thoughts for a moment and confessed before you could say anything.  He tried to keep his insecurities out of it, because according to the book he read he was supposed to be confident but sincere.  And he was honestly shocked when you said you felt the same. He resisted the urge to hug you, and just smiled widely instead.

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[allmightluver]

I made a thing

[super-paper]

Seeing people say toshi is the exact same as gran torino..... hnnn aaaAAHHHHHH hori when i catch you!! He was supposed to be better than gran and want shigaraki saved, why would he write him saying that ..

What makes this one particularly infuriating is like, Toshi’s entire arc is about struggling with his own suicidal ideation and finding the will to live outside of his hero persona. He reconciles his fractured identity with the help of a villain (Stain, who was also explicitly suicidal and wanted Toshi to kill him)— and he’s also depicted as being extremely distraught when Stain died right in front of him! All of that, just to have him parrot the “killing can still be a way of saving” rhetoric in the end?? Saying “if you didn’t see the crying boy anymore, then you truly saved him” about another character who was pretty explicitly suicidal/felt he had no future or identity outside of being a villain? And to add insult to injury, not having any meaningful reaction to the fact that Nana’s last remaining relative died miserably after both he and Gran Torino utterly failed him on practically every level? Like, narrative-wise, too— Toshinori gets a beautiful personal arc about fully accepting his identity as “Yagi Toshinori” and that acceptance is explicitly framed as something that “saves his soul/returns the light to his eyes”….. while Tenko dies still calling himself “Shigaraki Tomura.” And yet the readers are supposed to blindly accept that Tenko’s heart was truly saved in the end. Lol. Lmao even.

Like…. Toshi’s reaction to Stain’s death vs. Tenko’s death is like night and day. Horikoshi, this is the same man whose “purest essence” burst into tears when Izuku talked about using OFA to save Tenko back in 305. Like, I get that it would also be ooc for Toshi to go “nah kid you totally blew this one” to Izuku, but like…. This chapter has Toshi give Izuku some half hearted comfort and then immediately starts gassing him and Bakugo up as “the greatest heroes.” It’s completely tone deaf. Iron Might wasn’t character assassination, but *this* chapter was. Like, getting right down to it, we don’t actually explore Toshi’s feelings about Tenko’s death and how this relates to him + his feelings of failing both Tenko and Nana— instead, Toshi just feels like he’s being used as a prop for Izuku’s benefit instead of being treated as his own character.

I still like Toshi and his arc about “struggling with mental health/suicidal ideation and learning to want to live on as himself” is still very important to me. But these chapters have more or less twisted everyone into shallow ooc husks of themselves, and it sincerely feels like all the emotion/nuance has been sucked right out of the series. 😭

[goldfish4403]

A New Dawn

!!Art isn't mine!!

!!TW:

Emotional Struggles Mental Health If you are sensitive/uncomfortable with these things plz don't read unless ur sure you can handle it!

The sun was setting over Musutafu, casting an orange glow across the city. The bustling streets slowly began to empty as the world transitioned from day to night. In a quiet neighborhood, a modest apartment stood, a place of recovery for you, the once-feared ex-villain. What had started as a journey filled with darkness and despair was slowly turning into something brighter—and you owed it all to one man. Toshinori Yagi, known to the world as All Might, was no ordinary hero. He was a symbol of hope, confidence, and inspiration. But to you, he was so much more. He had believed in you when no one else did, seeing the flickering light within the shadows of your past. It was Toshinori who had turned the course of your life, urging you to leave your villainous days behind. He had seen your potential to do good, and even when the weight of your past seemed too heavy to bear, he had always been there to lift you up. As you prepared dinner, you felt an unmistakable warmth spread through your chest at the thought of him. You and Toshinori had grown inseparable since your change of heart. The laughter you shared, the quiet moments spent together, and the way he always managed to make you feel accepted—it was everything you had never known you desired. A knock at the door stirred you from your daydreams, and a smile graced your lips. You rushed to open it, finding Toshinori standing there, his tall figure framed in the doorway. He looked a little worn, but the joy in his eyes instantly brought comfort. “Hey there!” he exclaimed, his voice as warm as the setting sun. “I brought your favorite.” You stepped aside, allowing him to enter, and watched as he produced a box from his side, revealing a delicious assortment of pastries. “You spoil me!” you laughed, accepting the treats with a big smile. “Only the best for my favorite hero!” he retorted, his eyes sparkling with genuine affection. A light blush crept to your cheeks at his words. It was moments like these that made your heart race. Was it too soon to call him that? Your relationship had transformed over the months, but you still grappled with the fear of being unworthy of his love.

After you both settled on the couch, surrounded by pastries, you began to discuss your progress. You had found work at a local café, learning the ropes of barista life, your hands still rough, but you were slowly honing your skills. With Toshinori’s encouragement, you had even started volunteering at a community center, helping kids discover the importance of using their quirks for good. Although the path to redemption was tumultuous, Toshinori was a constant source of motivation. He believed in you wholeheartedly, always reminding you of how far you had come from the darkness. “You’ve changed so much,” he said softly, looking directly into your eyes. “I’m so proud of you.” His words warmed your heart. You had worked hard to redefine who you were, but part of you still feared that your past would overshadow your present. “I… I still wonder if I’ll ever truly be forgiven for what I did,” you admitted, your voice trembling. Toshinori shook his head, his expression serious yet tender. “You are not your past. You are what you choose to become now. And every day, you choose to do good.” His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as he squeezed gently. “You’ve shown me a kind of strength I never knew existed. You’ve shown me the power of love and redemption.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles, sending a soothing warmth through your body. With every touch, you felt the walls you'd built around your heart quiver. Those walls had been necessary in the past, but with Toshinori, they felt more like a cage than protection. “Toshinori…” you whispered, hesitation at the edge of your voice. “Yes?” He leaned in closer, his warmth enveloping you. “I…” You paused, searching for the right words, the right moment. But looking into his eyes, filled with sincerity and love, dispelled your fears. “I want to be more than friends. I want to be with you.” The corners of his mouth lifted into a brilliant smile, lighting up his entire face. In that moment, he looked almost boyish, stripping away the weight of the world he carried as a hero. “Really?” His voice was filled with wonder, and it touched something deep within you. “Yes, really. You’re the reason I’ve been able to face my past. I’ve never felt so understood, so cared for.” Toshinori’s eyes sparkled with joy. Holding your gaze, he slipped his hand to your cheek, brushing it gently with his thumb. “You have brought a light into my life that I thought I would never know. I’ve spent so long believing I couldn’t find love, but here you are. I can’t let you go.” With a sweet yet tentative pull, he closed the distance between you, gently pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if he was testing the boundaries of this new connection. But your heart soared, and you melted into him, deepening the kiss with every passing second. When you finally pulled away, you both breathed heavily, gazing into each other’s eyes with a sense of wonder. “I’ve never felt this way before,” you admitted, feeling lighter than air. “Neither have I,” he confessed, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “But it feels right.” In that moment, you knew the journey ahead would still be challenging, but you wouldn’t face it alone anymore. You had each other, two souls intertwined in a beautiful tapestry of hope and redemption. Together, you would create a bright future, blossoming from the ashes of your past. As the sun kissed the horizon, the stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, illuminating a new dawn—a dawn of love, healing, and endless possibilities.

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Hi! Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed that! BTW this was my first time writing fanfiction so plz I would love some feedback! and no hate plz! <3

[dekubreaksbones]

Yagi Toshinori | All Might Fic Recs

(Not necessarily focused on Yagi, but containing very good characterization of him)

Other Version

Razzmatazz by xylophones

Izuku saves the number one hero, gets a hero license way earlier than anyone wanted, realizes that maybe hero society isn’t as great as he thought it was, and everything just kind of falls apart from there.

Danger First by Marsalias

What if the first quirk in One for All to activate wasn't the power stockpile, but Danger Sense?

Long Night in the Valley by Marsalias

On paper, the Hero Commission's plan to investigate Midoriya Izuku under the guise of a training course for combating mental quirks is solid; foolproof, even. If Midoriya turns out to be innocent, they can pass everything off as part of the training exercise, assuming he remembered any of it. Otherwise, they could beg forgiveness after the traitor was securely imprisoned in Tartarus. The paper plan failed to take into account the feral ghosts living in Midoriya Izuku's head, or his equally feral living friends. Time to bring on the chaos.

Learning to Trust by Siriusfan13

His body failing, All Might decides to take Nezu up on an old offer: to teach at UA. However, this requires revealing the truth about his health to the staff. Unsure if he can fully trust them, or himself, in this situation, he does what any insecure pro-hero in his position would do… He sends an "employee" to scope things out in his place--Yagi Toshinori.

to measure time by sundefeater lou (sundefeater)

Izuku is sick, the villains don't care, and Toshinori has had it up to here with these assholes.

with a face only a mother (aka All Might) could love by ThrillShockSuspense

Izuku is extremely scary to everyone but All Might.

[haptronym]

(Im sorry for so many questions) Between Toshinori and Izuku, if one or the other died, who do you think would take it worse? And who do you think would handle the aftermath better? How do you think each of them would react to witnessing it/finding out?

What an interesting question!

There is the obvious answer that, if Toshinori died, Izuku would instantly get a Force Ghost version of him in his head to chat with forever and ever. He wouldn't be truly gone; he might even be able to be more accessible to Izuku than ever before. This would skew my answer a lot. While I think it would be really cool to see a story that explored the subtle pain and grief of "losing" someone in all aspects except for a mental projection, I'd rather just pretend that part doesn't apply here. Maybe OFA got destroyed, or Izuku passed it on to someone else. In that case…

Izuku's waterworks are one of his defining traits. He's gotten far more stoic over the years, but I am sure this would bypass all that progress. He would be inconsolable, losing the person who shaped his life since he was a baby.

At the same time, Izuku has spent the series growing a strong, healthy network of people who support him. He has family and teachers and friends. He'd cry, a lot, but he'd be able to do so on plenty of shoulders. And he has a lot going on in his life! He has a career to start, he has adulthood looming - he has so much to look forward to, and so much of it became possible thanks to Toshinori.

It would hurt each time he hit a milestone, I imagine - to get on the hero charts for the first time, or do his first big fundraiser, and not be able to share that success with the person who gave him the chance to do so. I would never say that a person's death is "good" for someone, but I think it would be something that spurred Izuku on. "I'm blessed to have been able to know him at all," I could see him saying. "He would want me to keep doing my best."

Izuku loves to ruminate. I am sure he'd never be able to fully stop wrestling over how he could have changed fate and been able to stay by Toshinori's side just a little longer. But everyone dies someday. Toshinori lived a long, full life, and left behind an incredible legacy, one that Izuku proudly helps keep alive in his stead.

Toshinori, I think, would look far less devastated by comparison. He is stoic and solution-focused. He would probably be comforting Izuku's friends and family and doing his best to fix things as best he could. That's what he loves, after all: being of service to others.

But Izuku's passing wouldn't feel like a neatly finished chapter in a book. Old people die, but young people aren't supposed to. Losing someone so bright and talented with so much ahead of him… what a senseless, unfair waste it would be.

And what a blow it would be to Toshinori. After everything he's been through, he finally found someone like him, someone with his heroic spirit, someone who changed his life and his whole way of thinking. He already lost his health, his quirk, and most of his life. To lose Izuku too, after all that, would be unimaginably painful and cruel. His brightest light, snuffed out too soon. And we know how much Toshinori beats himself up about not being able to save people.

Toshinori is a resilient person. He's been through tragedy before, and he bounced back. I don't think he'd break down and become a ruined hollow shell of his former self. But when it came to the private, unseen pain, I think Izuku's passing would harm him far more deeply than the inverse.

So it's interesting: I think Izuku would appear far more wrecked in the short term, but would ultimately heal and be able to carry on and live a full and rich life. Toshinori would seem far less affected, but it would be a crippling loss for him.

That was a fun mental exercise, thanks anon.

[readingnreccing]

Discordance by LadySable

bnha | mature | 52k | aideku | complete | imprinting on each other

Two lonely heroes collide at the strike of four AM. One just left the police station after dropping off a petty criminal. The other’s bleeding to death in an alleyway. In most cases, Shouta would drop the other off at a hospital and wash his hands of the situation. In this case? Shouta forgot to wear his stupid goggles.

WOW WOW WOW! This is such a treat to read. Shouta finds Dekiru, number 7 hero, really hurt in an alley after a long night of patrol, finds out he is an omega (which is a huge secret), and kinda imprints on him (it's mutual, and neither of their choice). So he takes Izuku to UA, and learns he will be stuck in an apartment with Izuku until Izuku is feeling good again and can go back to using his quirk, and maybe Shouta help him with his mental health struggles. Easy peasy.

The week is so amazing. The pov of both characters are so good and show a lot of who they are. Their relationship develops beautifully, they talk (sometimes), but they simply respect each other and actually really like each other a lot. Shouta is struggling with his feelings, and his imprinting. Izuku is struggling with everything, but not about having Shouta (Eraserhead!!!!) in his apartment.

The writing is so beautiful. Just reading the first paragraphs I was hooked! <3

Author’s tags: AiDeku Week 2023, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Scents as a form of communication, Self-Esteem Issues,  Corrupt Hero Public Safety Commission (My Hero Academia), Possessive Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, just a little, as a treat, Protective Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting, Societal Issues, Alpha Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead,  Omega Midoriya Izuku, Analyst Midoriya Izuku, Dacryphilia, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Pre-Relationship, Kissing, Age Difference, Aged-Up Character(s), Texting, Literal Sleeping Together, Government paperwork lives in fear of Nedzu

Remember to leave feedback to the author! <3  @ladysawblay

[aerelin]

My name is Aero, I am a 24 year old genderfluid proshipper/self shipper (i am happy to share!). Very passionate about mental health and LGBTQIA+ rights and support. I draw sometimes - I may post what I draw here sometimes and I MAY write though! We will see. Fandom Info and reblogged content to expect can be found after the read-more.

NOTE: IF I INTERACT and you are an anti/have proship in your DNI pinned post, i apologise /gen i am blind at times. I promise its never intentional.

Here are the fandoms I am in:

- Homestuck

- The Elder Scrolls (mainly 4 and 5)

- (F/Os include Dirk Strider 🧡, Dave Strider, Zebruh Codakk, Cronus Ampora, among others)

- Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

- (F/Os include Adam 🧡 and Blitzø)

- (F/Os include Cicero, Lucien LaChance, Martin Septim, Brynjolf, Ondolemar, Serana)

- Fallout (3, New Vegas and 4)

- (F/Os include Butch DeLoria, Charon, Arcade Gannon, Yes Man, Vulpes Inculta (sometimes.), Robert Joseph MacCready, John Hancock, Danse, Deacon, Nick Valentine, Curie, Travis Miles)

- Osomatsu-san

- (F/O is Karamatsu Matsuno)

- Stardew Valley

- (F/O is Shane)

- POSTAL

- (F/O is the Postal Dude) 🧡

- Boku No Hero Academia

(F/Os include Tomura Shigaraki, Toshinori Yagi, Shuichi Iguchi, Dabi (sometimes.))

Dub-con

Big mains indicated by uhh an orange heart emoji why not.

I also will reblog and talk about the following content:

Yandere content

Possible/lite to medium gore/violence

CGL content

NSF-W content

Self Ship content and general fanart of the above.

Very quick note however. Yes, i am proship. no, i am not into children or Certain art of children. i am not proship as in "problematic shipping" i am proship as in "i am for shipping freedom".

if you have issues with proship content or proshippers in general i will avoid you should you state as much in your status or anywhere obvious. Otherwise, i ask that you avoid Me or even block me instead of interacting. save us both the mental stress please.