#verse. ɢᴇɴʏᴀ | ʙɴʜᴀ → you can’t help what your heart has longed for.

[kyousei-a]

bnha!genya, shiketsu academy first year, quirk name: oni

bonus alt under the cut:

because someone can’t stop slapping their brand all over him.

[kyousei-a]

     ❝Poor Tomioka-sensei...❞

[kyousei-a]

     ᴠᴇʀsᴇ. genya. my hero academia.

          you can’t help what your heart has longed for.

     Genya is a First Year (or Second/Third Year, depending on the timeline) at Shiketsu Academy. He barely passed the Hero Course entrance exam, and only scraped by because of his elder brother, who teaches mathematics at the high school, pulling some strings to have him accepted. Overall his general education scores aren’t terrible, and he sits at number 13 in his class. His only drive to join the Hero Course was to live up to Sanemi’s expectations and previous role as a Pro Hero.

     His Quirk is called Oni and is a complete mutation from the wind-elemental Quirks the rest of his siblings and father are in possession of. The activation of his quirk causes his already large canines to grow longer, the whites of his eyes to become black and his nails to elongate and sharpen like knives. Genya also receives a massive boost in strength, stamina and healing factors when his Quirk is being used. He is not able to use his quirk in the sunlight, and though he can use it when there is cloud cover or inside sealed buildings, it is not as powerful if he used it at night. Were sun to touch his skin while using his Quirk it would cause him immense pain and burning until he deactivated it.

     Genya is not liked among his classmates. His Quick is extremely villainous, and since its manifestation at 4 years old he has often been told by classmates (and his father) that he won’t live up to anything good with his abilities. Only his mother and siblings have kept his head above water, but outside of home he has extreme anger issues that cause him to have disciplinary issues at school.

     Notes:

Genya doesn’t know what his Hero Name should be, so he chose “Genya” as a temporary name until he can think of something.

Contrary to his brother, Genya does wear the Shiketsu uniform correctly. Sanemi can at least be proud of him for that.

His Hero costume covers every inch of skin so he can still utilize his Quirk during the daytime, including a full-coverage helmet that looks closer to a muzzle with a mohawk. During night missions he does not wear the helmet. (One day Nia will draw this, today is not that day.)

While his quirk allows his hand-to-hand combat skills to improve considerably, he also carries two sawed off shotguns with quirk destabilizing rounds.

He did pass the Provisional License Exam. Sanemi said he wasn’t able to go (due to previously being banned from such events for his... colorful language) and Genya was extremely disappointed, but Sanemi managed to convince the higher ups to let him attend as long as he was on his best behavior.

[kyousei-a]

     @guraundozero​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: ( VIOLENTLY BASHES HIS HEAD ON THE WALL. ) " ANSWER ME! " // unprompted

     ❝SHUT THE FUCK UP I DON’T KNOW!! BONES??❞

[kyousei-a]

     @guraundozero​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: collar tugged ; though not without care, the blonde's fingers curl into the fabric. a hushed rumble comes forth, quivering the vocal cords, teeming with interest - followed by a slight nudge, his nose against the other male's cheek. simply put, a nuzzle against genya's long scar, tenderly traced. // unprompted

     Metal dog tag jingles with the tug against the leather collared around his neck, two of Katsuki’s fingers fitting comfortably in the space against his throat.

     Already he can feel his face flushed with heat, proximity and context combining into a jumbled mess at the back of Genya’s skull. It had started as a joke — mostly. This gaudy, ridiculous collar with Dynamight’s signature orange ‘X’ branded along the sides... If you’re gonna act like a dog then ya’ should get treated like one, he remembers one explosive blonde barking (ironic...), followed swiftly with stammered Y-You better be fuckin’ sure’s and I swear if you’re lyin’s that betrayed Katsuki’s original intent once it was accepted. Maybe it was just Genya, or the fact that collars weren’t an unheard of fashion statement for him, but...

     He’s always been a fan of Dynamight, before Dynamight was Dynamight. When Katsuki was a shitty kid just like him at a shitty internship where Jeanist wouldn’t stop messing with their fucking hair. Genya may be dumb sometimes, but he isn’t stupid. That had been the week that had turned them from enemies bickering about their respective Sports Festivals into the barest hints of friends, where Katsuki, admittedly, through clenched teeth and snarled growls, had gained his first fan.

     And Genya was his.

     Now, they’re older, scarred... Heroes.

     Warm breath caresses against his cheek that sends a shudder up his spine and more color into his face. How frustrating that Katsuki can still pull this out of him, like he was still a teenager struggling through processing that his crush liked him back. This crush.

     Two people have touched the scar that slices across his face, an ugly, painful reminder of things Genya still battles with. Sanemi hasn’t in some time, not since being enrolled in school. The sad, distant look in his brother’s eyes was a strong memory whenever he’d dust his knuckles against the mark. Katsuki had been the only person to treat it with reverence, like he is now. Gently, like one treats a broken vase put back together with gilded gold.

     There’s no helping the low reverberation of a purr that sounds from his throat, something he’s unable to help, just as he can’t help how his heart beats or his lungs breathe. Nuzzle is returned, scarred cheek first brushing up against his hero’s before nose is tucked into the space behind Katsuki’s ear and trailed down to settle against his shoulder. Slowly, he inhales, the noises rumbling from his chest only growing louder and more pronounced with each passing moment.

[kyousei-a]

     @guraundozero​ sᴀɪᴅ:

what did you do

     ❝... Tried t’bite someone.❞

[kyousei-a]

     @frcstie​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: “You’re lying. You’re fucking lying!” Sanemi screams. He sounds like a child, crying over some toy he wasn’t allowed to get. But, it’s not that. He’s staring at his little brother, or what is said to be him. “My fucking brother died! With the rest of ‘em.” The rest of his family, all dead because of his quirk. “You sayin’ you’re him? I’ll fucking kill you.” // unprompted

     ❝I-It’s me, ‘Nemi! I promise!❞ Genya cries out, stammered voice warbled slightly by the set of small speakers in his helmet.

     This was supposed to be a routine patrol in Snipe’s district, the end of Genya’s first year in Shiketsu Academy marked with his Provisional License and a short work study with a hero who could help him. — But such things never seem to go to plan around Genya.

     A commotion had gained his attention two streets over and it had been his duty to investigate as a Hero-in-Training. His arrival had sent him face to face with someone he hadn’t seen in close to ten years: his brother. Sanemi was covered in more scars than Genya could count now, the massive X spanning across his open chest a warning to anyone who dared to come closer, but he was still undoubtedly his Nemi.

     It’s understandable that Genya wouldn’t be recognized, not like this. He is covered head to toe in UV-blocking fabric, even his voice different from the decade they spent apart. Was this it? Was he going to lose Sanemi all over again? His hands shake in their gloves as he holds them out to show he meant to harm and had no weapons. Katana and twin shotguns sit at his lower back, guns loaded. He was somewhat aware of how Sanemi’s quirk worked, but that was so long ago. Was he quick enough to... Was he strong-willed enough to...?

     Shuddered exhale leaves him. His heart pounds in his chest so loudly it feels like the only thing he can hear. ❝I... I-I know, ‘Nemi...❞ What can he do? What, if anything, will Sanemi listen to now? ❝Your name is Shinazugawa Sanemi, and your birthday is November 29th. You have six siblings... Hiroshi, Sumi, Teiko, Koto, Shuya and... a-and me.❞

    Slowly his hands move to grip the sides of his helmet, each action he made deliberate and conscious to not further anger Sanemi. This was a risk, more than a risk. This was a death sentence for someone who can’t use their quirk in the daylight, the sun directly above him in the midst of afternoon. Helm is pulled off and dropped onto the asphalt with a clatter. He doesn’t even check to see if the visor cracked, though it sounds like it did.

     There. His face. This should convince him, right? He feels exposed in the sun, his hands still up in a way that left him defenseless if Sanemi decided to use that blade to his advantage. This had to work. He didn’t have any other options.

     ❝You... You have me! You have me still, ‘Nemi. Please listen. I’m not lying, I swear it!❞

[kyousei-a]

     ❝All these ghosts and I still ain’t got no boo.❞

[kyousei-a]

     @guraundozero​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: blank expression. " what is a skeleton's favorite snack? " // unprompted

     Mouth wobbles at the tone being used, laughter forced back behind his fangs. Bakugou is being so serious for absolutely no reason, and while a grumpy, stern expression wasn’t uncommon... The question itself sure was. Genya snorts and it sounds like the beginning of a snarled roar, hand slapping over his mouth to keep himself from laughing too much harder.

     This was so... so fucking stupid.

     ❝I don’t know—❞ Another muffled giggle. ❝Bones?❞

[kyousei-a]

     @guraundozero​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: ‼️ATTENTION‼️ 💀👻ALL HALLOWEEN🎃🕸 HOES😙💅 ITS TIME TO GET ☠️SPOOKY💀 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS👏 GET 👊FISTED👊 BY A 💀SKELETON 💀SHOVE✊🍭 CANDY 🌽🌽CORN🍬 IN YOUR👉PUSSY😽 AND 🙅DONT🙅‍♂️ FORGET TO SUCK😩🙌 SOME 💏DRACULA💉 DICK🍆💦😫 SO PUT 🔛 YOUR 👗👑COSTUMES👘👒 AND GO 🚪DOOR TO DOOR🚪 👀👅💦BEGGING😩 FOR THAT 😍GOOD GOOD😍 SEND THIS TO TWELVE1️⃣2️⃣ ☠️SPOOKY👻 🍑SLUTS🌮 TO 👁SHOW💁 THAT YOURE READY TO GET SOME 🍫CHOCOLATE🍫 COVERED 🍆DICK🌽 // unprompted

     Genya’s phone buzzes in his pocket during the short lunch (or... dinner?) break he gives himself on patrols, sandwich half stuffed in his mouth as he sits atop one of the many rooftops in his city. Device is fished out of one of many pockets on his hero costume as his meal is placed on the paper wrapping it came in, right next to his helmet.

     Notification read NEW SMS: [ gemg kats 💥 ] and upon opening the message, Genya could only stare in bewilderment. Was this... meant for him? Twelve? No. What the fuck, Katsuki.

     SMS: [ gemg kats 💥 ] wtf is this      SMS: [ gemg kats 💥 ] nvm dont tell me      SMS: [ gemg kats 💥 ] did u send this shit to 12 ppl fr

[kyousei-a]

     @guraundozero​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: WHAT. IS A SKELETON'S. FAVORITE. SNACK?? // unprompted

     ❝You already asked me this!! I DON’T KNOW!!❞