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Yandere Class 1-A X Reader â { PART 2 }: Weâve Got Company~
(Description: Titles are hard, okay? Please donât shame me for how cheesy it is because I know it's corny LOL. But I make up for it with decent writing! I POPPED OFF with some of these parts.
We all know this by now, but itâs safe to say (Y/N) is too trusting of EVERYONE. The amount of people I keep making them blindly and wholly give their faith to isâŠconcerning. I know you guys probably want them to fight back more, but itâs hard when I havenât labeled them with a specified Quirk. I wanted to leave it up to you guys to give them the attributes they have in your minds without spoon-feeding you every single choice (Y/N) makes. Sooooo, it suffers a little bit with the repetitiveness of this constant back and forth getting pulled every which way. Itâs also difficult when there are so many characters to cover.
I am not complaining about it though! I am extremely proud of this story and am very happy with the outcome. I just hope you guys love it as much as I do. Plusss, itâs kinda nice to imagine being a princess stolen away at every opportunity by handsome/gorgeous suitors teehee!)
Fanfiction Lingo
(Y/N) - Your Name
(L/N) - Last Name
(N/N) - Nickname
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âNormal speech.â
âInner thoughts.â
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Original Concept - [Mommabeanâs OG Story] â Here
Part I - [My first addition] â Here
Part II â Youâre here!
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Reader Gender: Gender Neutral (They/Them)
Style of Story: Sequel Oneshot // This story is a continuation of Mommaâs Yandere Class 1-A Purge short story. I have written a previous part to this, so please check it out to understand what is happening!; Yandere Purge! If you donât know what that is, go take a look at @yanderemommabeanâs original works of it on her page, all is explained there; Many of MHAâs adults are included here, but I donât want to spoil who exactly is in the story, so that is all you get so far~!
Word Count: 24K
WARNING(s): Swearing; physical fighting and threats (threats arenât made at (Y/N), nor are they hurt beyond bruising); there is a brief mention of rape and sexual assaultâit is not gone into heavily or in detail, but you need to know it is there; mental and emotional manipulation to the reader; bending of MHAâs storyline and the events currently happening (mainly regarding the setting, timeline, and peopleâs aliveness LMAO) to fit (Y/N) into the story but bear with me; some unrealistic interactions are going to happen in this fic because to get everyone together in a setting like this is near impossible; All of Class 1-Aâs students are aged up to third years & everyone is 18 or older // I AM WRITING THEM AS IF THEY ARE IN CLASS 3-A NOW FYI!
[PLEASE NOTE: I DO NOT SUPPORT YANDERE TENDENCIES IN REAL LIFE!!! Do not confuse my writing this subject as encouraging it, there is a difference between reading/writing yandere stories V.S real-life situations. Please, if someone in your life is behaving like a character(s) in this story (i.e. obsessive, possessive, controlling, abusive, psychotic, sociopathic, LIKE A WACKADOO, etc.) get immediate help! That behavior in the real world is not romantic, sweet, or NORMAL! Stay aware, stay safe.]
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Unable to leave without one final gloat, Shinsou turns back to smirk at the students, âAll of you were wrong earlier, by the way. Itâs me, dumbasses.â
Suddenly, a cocky voice chuckles from behind the mind-controlling boy, âI wouldnât be too sure about that, kid~...â
As reluctant as Shinsou is to say this, a tiny shiver runs down his back. Coming from the busted-up entrance of the gymnasium, Aizawaâs voice rings out like a bell. Your current threat swivels around to face the intruder. Even though his recognizable voice is a dead giveaway, seeing him actually standing there in the rubble draws a sigh of relief out of you. You donât know whether to cry, smile, or scream for his help; either way, itâs just a nice change of pace to see his usual disheveled appearance and relaxed stature. At least something has remained consistent on this hellish evening.
Though, something sensible clicks in your mind. Thinking back on all the strong-willed friends you lost in the fight against this disease, you realize thereâs a strong chance that even your own teacher has fallen victim to its siren call. As much as youâd like to go running into his comforting embrace and wail about how horribly your classmates have been treating you the past few hours, you bite your tongue and stay complacent in Hitoshiâs arms. Not like you could voice many of your concerns with the makeshift gag still sat across your mouth.
âDamn,â Shinsou mutters to himself before perking up to meet his instructor's eye with a devious glint in his eye, âMr. Aizawa. Good to seeâ,â Before the boy could finish his greeting, the stoic hero held up his hand, his palm facing Shinsou.
âSave the pleasantries. Youâd think after all these years of one-on-one training youâd realize I can read you like an open book. Your expressions continue to give your intentions away too easily. So cut the crap.â Shinsou's false smile drops quicker than it appeared. Aizawa leisurely waltzes into the room, closing in on the both of you.
Aizawa continues his analysis with a sigh, âAnd I wouldnât try that little gimmick with me. Iâm not like my students over there,â he vaguely points behind the two of you to the group.
âIâm your mentor. All the tricks you have up your sleeve are hardly even interesting choices to me anymore. I should know, I taught them all to you, after all.â He chuckled to himself.
âDid you come here just to nag my ear off about how youâre so much better than me, or because you have something actually important to say? âCause, if it's the former, I canât stay and chat. Iâve got some pretty precious cargo in my hands at the moment.â Shinsou brags, hoisting you further up into his arms, forcing a garbled complaint from you.
âWatch your tone, brat.â Aizawa glares at the snarky comeback his student possessed. Hm. So, Hitoshi thinks heâs hot shit because he won against a handful of decently strong opponents? Well, thatâs just fine. Heâs used to putting cocky bastards in their place.
âIâve come to offer you a deal of sorts. We can either speak about it rationally, or,â he shines a leering grin, âI can use my quirk on you, and you can say goodbye to the hold you have over your classmates right now. How do you think youâd fare against 19 pissed-off pro heroes?â This time, you can actually feel Shinsou shutter at the sinister tone your teacher leans into. His reaction makes sense. The idea of irrational, infected, superhuman, edgy teens hunting you down fighting isnât a pleasant one. Not just one of them either, a whole damn fleet of them. Youâd be shaking in your boots too.
âSince Iâm nice, Iâll let you decide,â Aizawa has a bored look on his face again as he runs a hand through the inky mop of hair atop his head. A few seconds lurch by before Shinsou caves.
âFine, old-timer. Iâll hear you out.â Shinsou reluctantly agrees. He knows he could take on a few of them at once in combat, but as soon as the heavy hitters join the fightâitâll be over. Heâd much rather join forces with his instructor than be betrayed by the greedy moochers residing in his class. Shinsou knows that if some of them had the chance, theyâd steal you with no hesitation or regret. Heâll just have to sit and see what the idea Aizawa wants to propose is.
The two of them walk towards each other. A meeting held face-to-face in the middle of the gymnasium.
âI should honestly reprimand you guys for how shittily youâve treated (L/N) this evening. Itâs absurd how ragged youâve been running them. Absolutely unacceptable. Maybe I should even expel the lot of you after the Purge ends.â Wait, Aizawa could see you too? What, is your peril being broadcasted on live television for the world to see or something?!
âHey, donât lump me with those barbarians,â Shinsou pulled back in a look of grievance, âI waited until everything was calm to strike. They were the ones who made (Y/N) run around like a headless chicken.â He tossed his head back to the hypnotized horde.
âHm. Weâll discuss it as a class later.â Aizawa coughs into his fist.
âFine. Now, whatâs this deal youâve thought up?â Shinsou prompts the conversation.
âRight. Itâs aboutâ,â Aizawa is interrupted by his cautious student.
â(Y/N). Am I right?â Shinsou jumps to the conclusion rather abruptly.
Aizawa glares, âDonât interrupt someone while theyâre talking, Shinsou. Itâs rude.â
âBut you did that to me not evâ,â
âDo as I say, not as I do,â Aizawa purposefully cuts him off, âAnd yes. Itâs about them.â
âHmph,â Shinsou narrows his eyes at the mention of you, âwhat do you want with them?â
âNot quite the right question. Change that to more like what can we do for them,â Aizawa twists the words to better fit his narrative.
Intrigued, Hitoshi takes the bait, âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat I mean is I donât want to outright take them from you,â he shifts his weight to the other foot, âI want to make a deal to share them with you.â
Shouta continues, âAoyama and his group had a good idea teaming up with Izukuâs crew. Working together, especially when the stronger piers can aid the weaker links, is a much more productive way of going about things. Thereâs safety in numbers.â Your body freezes up at his words. You connect the dots that he heard, or possibly even saw that whole ordeal. How? Where was he viewing from? Did he watch on a security camera? Itâs a likely theory, the school is littered with them. You thought Denki killed the power earlier with his quirk. Or, with a more chilling idea, was he actually there? Physically in the vicinity? How was he nearby, could hear and see the whole event, and you didnât notice him? Why didnât he help you? Or, at least, intervene? Your mind is muddled with questions, but the two press on with their conversation.
âSharing, huh? Thought you liked working alone.â Shinsou prodded, skeptical of the plan.
âSome missions call for an extra set of hands.â Aizawa cooly replied.
âIâm not sure. Not too big on the idea of letting go of them.â Shinsou pulled your bundled-up form closer to his chest. Itâs like heâs a little kidâred in the face because of frustration, fighting to keep his stuffie all to himself as an adult asks him to share it with the other kids.
âIâm not asking you to fully let go of them, kid. Just enough so I can take care of them too. Theyâre a bit of a handful, as Iâm sure youâve no doubt figured out by now,â you whip your head to scowl at him and heatedly shout muffled curses at him, âHeh. My bad, kitten, but itâs true. The trouble your presence kicks up is a lot to handle, even for a pro.â You feel your face heat up in embarrassment at his words. Not that it wasnât obvious before, but itâs safe to say he is infected as well.
âPlus, what will you do when you canât control the rest of the students? You and I both know that your quirk doesnât last forever, and your control is slowly dwindling away, even as we speak. I could help you fend them off, if it comes to it.â Shouta observed. He has a natural way of being extremely persuasive, doesnât he?
Shinsou isnât exactly thrilled to give you up, heâd much rather stake his claim on you by himself. His company should be more than enough to fill your time! He doesnât want time with you to be shared with others he doesnât approve of. ThoughâŠAizawa isnât exactly untrustworthy. Hitoshi definitely trusts him more than someone as hazardous as Bakugo, or as miserable to be around as Monoma. Heâs a great teacher, even though heâs kind of a hardass. Someone he looks up to. Maybe they could give it a shot? After all, if it doesnât work out, thereâs still plenty of Purge time left for him to find somewhere else to hide and drag you off to when Aizawa isnât looking.
âOkay. Weâll give your idea a go.â Shinsou begrudgingly complied.
âGood choice, kid.â Aizawaâs lips twitch upward into a minuscule grin. Yet again, your own fate is taken away from you as the two of them close in, grasp hands, and shake to signify the agreement.
âOoohhh~! What a touching truce, cuties~,â a sugary-sweet voice curls around the boysâ conversation like a hazy morning fog.
âHuhâ!â Shinsou isnât fast enough to react to the intruder as he feels all his senses numb. A dreadfully sweet smell, the same kind of sugary tang that was laced throughout the womanâs voice, invades his nose. It should be disgusting, it should make him sick to his stomach, but the candied scent is nothing short of divine. Itâs like nothing he's ever smelled before. It honestly makes him want to inhale more. Which is an action he subconsciously commits, sealing his fate. Shinsouâs legs grow wobbly as he starts to lose feeling all over his body. As unpleasant as he wants it to feel, as he begs it to feel, all he can recognize is a cozy warmth clouding his better judgment. Through the mental and physical struggle, he remembers youâre still sitting prettily in his swiftly weakening arms. He panics, afraid heâs going to, or that he has already dropped you. He glances down.
WellâŠyou used to be there. Youâre not anymore.
Shinsou groans, crashing to his knees. He scans the surrounding floor, looking for any trace of you, but youâre nowhere to be found. Good news is he didnât drop you like an idiot. Bad news is someone else has their disgusting hands all over you. That thought makes him want to pick off his own flesh cell by cell, but thereâs nothing he can do except lay on the ground and reluctantly drift in and out of consciousness.
âToo bad youâre not as lovely as our sweetheart here. Otherwise, youâd be my plaything too~,â the woman giggles, âBut, oh well. Pleasant dream, honey~,â she coos at the purple-haired boy. Youâre beyond floored at how quickly Shinsou was subdued, considering the quick work he made of the other students. Curious as ever, you shot your head back and forth to identify who stole the show this time.
The owner of the saccharine voice turned out to be none other than Midnight, your art history and overly-sexual pro hero mentor. She giggles to herself, watching her prey twitch and squirm in retaliation against her quirk on the floor, âWhile struggling normally is my favorite part of the foreplay, I wouldnât advise it this time, dear~. Somnambulist isnât easy to win against. Itâs a much more potent sleep agent than your little quirk could ever dream of being.â
âLove that energy, Midnight! Smooth work,â a boisterous voice slices through your eardrums. You cringe at the volume, recognizing that borderline shriek. The person who is now capturing your body is Present Mic! What the hell are all three of your teachers doing here?! Shouldnât they be like normal people and hide from the Purge?
As if reading your mind, Aizawa coughs to grab his coworkersâ attention, âThat was completely unnecessary of you two. A little excessive too. I told you both I could handle the situation on my own. Whatâre you doing here?â
âJeez! So cold!â Micâs voice danced up and down in pitch, âDonât be so frosty with us, Eraser! We just wanted to help!â
âYes,â Midnight purred, the click click of her skyscraper-length stilettos stabbing the shellacked ground echoed across the rubble-covered floor, âyou think us so shallow! You act as if we thought you couldnât take care of this, dear. All we believed was itâs nice to have some support on the field, yes~?â
Aizawa, always as sharp as a knife, caught onto their plan effortlessly, âYou two just couldnât wait to get your grubby hands on them, could you?â The two opposing teachers choked on the air in their lungs as he saw through their lies. They fumbled the next few words that streamed out of their mouths, trying desperately through the stutters to justify their cause and deter his wit.
âI see. HmmâŠwhatever. Either way, you two never fail to overdo it,â Aizawa grumbles to himself, his chin sinking further into the comfort of his scarf, âI guess Iâll need some assistance dealing with the rest of my students over there. They wonât remain hypnotized for much longer now that Shinsouâs downâIâd rather not have to start a physical fight when thereâs no need.â
âOooh~,â Midnight purred, slinking over to the slowly reawakening crowd, âleave this to me, loves~!â The woman proceeded to unleash another plum of her drunkening quirk right as the class snapped out of their haze. You watched as they fell one by one to the floor in sudden exhaustion. Even the strong-willed one couldnât escape the fate of her noxious gas, dropping limply to the floor in a dreamless slumber.
âAww, theyâre so sweet when theyâre not getting in our way.â Mic snickered.
âMic. Watch it,â Aizawaâs laid-back indifference swiftly shifted into his scary steely gaze as he warned his rambunctious coworker to stop his prattling.
âWhaaaat~??? You gotta admit, your hooligans sure made our night a lot harder!â Hizashi pouted in frustration.
âWhen am I gonna catch a break from theseâŠtheseâŠwait. WhatâŠtheâŠ,â your thoughts slowly lose their path in your head, your mind-numbing and slipping away from coherent ideas. Your limbs feel like the thickest cement in the world when you try to move them. Itâs too tough, too much workâand sleeping sounds like a fantastic idea. Youâre just so tired. You start to heave for oxygen as if your lungs can never get enough air inside of them. Youâre trying so hard to stay awake because you know in the back of your brain as delicious as stopping your fighting to rest sounds, something doesnât feel right. You canât remember why. Eventually, it becomes too difficult to keep your head up on your own, so you rest it against Micâs open shoulder.
Hizashi immediately stops bickering against the stoic man in front of him as he feels your head plop onto his shoulder. Now that his attention is drawn back to you, he realizes you werenât squirming around as much as heâd expected you to. He knows even past the lingering virus flooding his veins you wouldnât give in to their advances so easilyâas nice as that would have beenâso he devotes all his attention to your slumped frame.
âHey, you alright, doll?â he cranes his head down to catch your unfocused eyes. He jostles the shoulder you were resting on a bit, trying to reel you back from wherever your mind had floated off to, and that seemed to help a little. You tried to talk, but the gag prevented any words from coming out. Catching the barrier, he beckoned his partner in crime over with a quick tilt of his head and a quiet, âHelp me get this thing off their mouth, Shouta.â
Without hesitation, your concerned homeroom teacher stepped over and peeled off the tape as gently as he could. Your mouth now freed, you let out an unconscious whine of relief, showing a small bit of happiness at having some bit of freedom back.
âWhat did you say, sweets?â Mic pressed yet again.
âMmhnâŠIâŠuhmâŠmmmâŠnnh,â you mindlessly babbled in a soft voice.
âCome on, (Y/N). How do you feel right now?â Aizawa coaxed, his worry over you hiking higher at your unresponsiveness.
âHmmmâŠjustâŠtiredâŠI thinkâŠmnnn,â Your eyes couldnât stay open. They opted to flutter close every time no matter how much Mic shimmed around in an attempt to keep you conscious.
âTired. HizashiâMidnightâs quirk.â Aizawa said as he caught Hizashiâs fear-filled gaze. Both of their anxiety floated back down at the deduction. You mustâve breathed in too much of the secondhand smoke of the pro heroâs quirk. After all, it is quite potent against those who havenât experienced it much before. Micâs jostling changed into more of a rocking motion, trying to lull you further into that blissful rest.
âOhhhh. Honeycakes! Thatâs okayâitâs perfectly fine if you need some rest. Itâs been a tough day for our snuggle bunny,â he uttered, affectionately nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.
âI heard you say my name, Eraser. WhatâsâŠoh!â Midnight stopped her sentence when her eyes fell on you. Then, all she could do was squeal at the sight of your sleepy state. She shoved Aizawa out of the way, bent down to your level, and squeezed herself as close to you as she could. She was giggling and chirping in delight at how âadorableâ and âabsolutely, irresistibly, undeniably cuteâ you were.
âAwwwwhn~~~!!!â her voice curled up in pitch, her fingers smoothing your loose hairs behind your ear and stroking down your warm cheek, âYou are just the sweetest lilâ thing~!! Mommyâs precious angel~. Whatâs happened, Zashi?â Midnight tilted her gaze up to the blond for an explanation.
He grinned, âJust breathed too much of your quirk in, sâall.â
Midnight loftily snickered, âI see. Glad we were here to take care of them!â In all honesty, sheâs beyond pleased that out of any one of her coworkers, her quirk affected you the most. In a way, she saw that as she had the most influence on youâor, in other words, the most power over you. In her eyes, she saw it as you giving yourself to her. Willingly and unafraid. Midnightâs heart is cartwheeling and running laps because she sees this as you caring about her so much that youâd serve her in such a magnificent way. She could eat you up and still be searching for seconds. Youâre just perfect for her in every way, shape, and form. Aizawaâs nagging drags her out of her less than innocent desires over you filling her head.
âYou need to be more careful about how much of your quirk you release in the future, Midnight.â Aizawa scolds, but scorn is practically nonexistent in his voice. Itâs hard to be angry at the effects youâve been put under when the outcome makes you look so helplessly cute. Heâd never admit it, but heâs envious of her quirk, when it can turn you so easily into this version of yourself. The dilated, doe-eyed look your eyes hold as they drift up to see him makes the words die a little in his throat. Perhaps the lecture he was going to give her can wait a little.
âAhh, I will, Eraserhead. But first, we should head off for that safe spot we arranged with the others.â Midnight commented towards the men while still keening over your dopey state.
âWâŠWait,â you grumbled out in a meek voice, ânooâŠno. I d-donâtâŠ,â your words fell off into babbling mumbles again. It was torture to try and evade her quirkâs effects like this, but you were steadfast in wanting to fight. To flee their unwanted embrace and be alone. But all they did was coo at your brave efforts. Oh, they knew just the perfect things to say to make you feel like you were a mere baby to them. How inadvertently insulting.
âSsh shh shh~. Awh, I know, honey~. You just feel so tired~,â Midnight sang in a baby-talk tone of voice, brushing the top of your head with the palm of her hand. It was weird, you couldnât figure out if she saw you as her child or prey. Maybe both. That scares you. Maybe you donât want to find out any more.
âDonât worry, sweetie! Weâve got you,â though less scary than the woman currently pinning you, Micâs mischievous lilt of tone didnât skate by your observative nature. His eyes seemâŠdarker than when youâd looked at them during one of his happy-go-lucky lectures. Like he was hiding the truth of his words behind a cobweb-like veil of deceit. In fact, Mic was resembling a conniving spiderâwhich made you the ditzy butterfly falling for his web of a trap.
Lethargic and thoroughly worn out from both her quirk and all the running youâve done, you finally give up. Your body feels warm and tingly, making sleep all the easier to give in to. As darkness flooded your vision and your consciousness finally dove away, Aizawaâs voice filled your ears, âSee you soon, (Y/N).â
~ Timeskip ~
Sick. Thatâs all you felt as the darkness that consumed your thoughts and vision slowly faded. Sick to your stomach. Aching all over. You felt like you were a flimsy shirt thrown into a clothes dryer and left to spin over and over again for three cycles too long.
You tilted your head a bit and promptly groaned at the wave of nausea that swamped your brain. Such a subtle movement caused your whole world to crash sideways into an abysmal painscape. It was like you were zipping around on the shittiest, most rickety roller coaster youâd ever rode. You wanted nothing more than to get off.
All this to sayâow. What the fuck, brain? Why do you hurt me so? Thatâs all your mind could conjure up at the momentâinsults to your own organsâbecause it hurts too much to think rationally. That was one hell of a shitty rest. It has to be one of the top five worst naps youâve ever taken. Youâll have to whine about it to Denki after class today, maybe youâll get some sympathy candy for your brave efforts. DenkiâŠwhy does it feel like something important happened that he was a part of? HmmâŠyou canât put your finger on it right now. Everythingâs too drowsy at the moment for logic to be considered. Your eyes are still begrudgingly shut as you twist your torso around, trying to get comfortable again.
Thatâs the moment you started to become more aware of the outside world around you. Noises of chatter hung in the air like a nagging mosquito. The more you paid attention to the continuous sounds, the more irritating they became. Who was talking so damn much, and why were they making it your problem? Couldnât they see you were a sick person in need of some goddamn peace and quiet? But, thatâs just Class 3-A life, you suppose. None of them ever know when to shut the fuck up. Well, this time, theyâd learn! Theyâd get a piece of your âhungoverâ mind.
âOiâŠ,â you grunted out, a snarl vehemently leaking into your tone, âCanât you guys pipe down?! Iâm sorta in the middle of trying to sleep off a nasty headache.â
Maybe your words stung the culprits a bit too much as you heard the room slow to a deathlike silence. No blistering insults were flung back at you from the resident hellhound of Class 3-A Bakugou, no chortles from the jokesters of the bunch, no profuse apologies from the worrywartsânothing. JustâŠsilence. I mean, you guess thatâs the result you wanted; but the tense atmosphere you created is rapidly making you regret your flippant decision.
The encroaching fear made your mind real back to the very moment you woke up. You began rational plotting out the questions that swarmed your mind like hornets to their nest. Wait, where were you again? What time is it? Why do you feel so ill? Why canât your brain remember what the date is? Something really important was happening before you passed out related to timeâŠpassed out. Hold onâthatâs right, you passed out!
What the fuck.
You passed out due to whatânoâŠdue to who?
Unease finally getting the better of you, you peeped up again, but presenting a much meeker tone this time, âU-UmâŠguys? Look, IâmâŠGod, Iâm sorry for lashing out. I justâmy head hurts like hell, Iâm sore all over my everywhere, and I donât know whatâsâhaannhhâŠow, ow, ouch.â As you spewed out the poorly constructed apology, you steadily sat up from whatever hard surface youâd been resting on. The stiff rest stop made you all that more unnerved; it sort of felt like you were on a metal autopsy table. Cold and jarring. As if you were a poor little frog being dissected for all the insatiably curious students to see. It made you want to be swallowed whole by the floor just to escape the distress of the situation. God damnit, why is it still so hard to open your eyes?! They felt like the heaviest slab of lead welded over your eyelids. You forced them open.
Overlooking the blurriness of your vision, you could immediately tell by the general shape of the people standing in front of you that you werenât in the presence of your beloved classmates like you thought you were.
There were multiple people in the darkened room, all with varying heights and sizes. There werenât twenty people like how many there are in your class; their numbers were closer to ten or so. Plus, the colors of their outfits didnât match with your friendsâ hero suits youâd come to be extremely familiar with. However, you did recognize the colors and remembered who they belonged to. The answer chilled you to the bone.
You didnât speak up again in the presence of most, if not all of, your mentors. Yes, your mentors. The adults you interacted with practically every day; who taught you every tactic you knew, who helped you to become a capable hero in the pro world. In fact, you didnât just not talk, you slumped into yourself a bit. You were afraid. Scratch thatâyou were beyond afraid. Youâd seen, and fought, firsthand against their wrath before. Youâve watched their fights broadcasted on the television, through shaky personally caught videos on the Internet posted by petrified civilians. Youâve worked alongside a few of them through missions and treacherous situations. Hell, you actually battle against one for the right to earn your hero license! That was a tough day, but youâd made it by the skin of your teethâmore than likely only winning because of the unimaginably heavy weights that shackled them as handicaps. In short, they were barbaric beasts on the field. NowâŠyouâre face-to-face with their rage.
Letâs all send a brief prayer for yourself. Maybe your death will be swift and your afterlife pleasant if you beg hard enough.
âMy, my, my~,â a sultry voice sang in your right ear, making you shriek at the intrusion of your personal bubble, âsuch a naughty-mouthed little pet~! Tell me, what brute taught you to speak to your superiors in such a disrespectful way?â It was Midnight again. She was always one to breach your boundaries, whether you wanted her to or not.
She cupped your jaw with one of her hands, pinching and squeezing your gooey cheeks with the other for her pleasure, âOoooh, precious! Howâs your whittle head~?â she cooed while smushing. She wiped away a small bit of drool that slipped from the corner of your mouth, making you feel that much more like a ditzy baby. The way she played with you really did remind you of a child messing around with a delicious treat of springy mochi. Perhaps that was what you were to the ravenous woman, a delicacy to be devoured whole. You shivered in fear again.
Another person from across the room let out a high-pitched whistle, one that indicated astonishment or feeling impressed, âWow! Bratâs got some spunk to âem! Good to know they havenât switched up since we last spoke.â You werenât as familiar with that voice as you were with your homeroom teachers, but it did strike a chord in your memory. Their youthful cheer didnât resemble the dread-filled boredom Aizawaâs held, but they didnât sound crude enough to be another student. Your vision clearing further was the only thing that gave their mystery identity away. It was Power Loader! It feels like forever since the two of you even acknowledged one another. Either way, heâs here now and fully decked out in his hero gear. The heavy equipment gave you a unique foreboding feeling that his abilities werenât just all that meets the eye.
âMidnight, step aside, please.â A mellow voice takes control of the conversation. Midnight looks over her shoulder in disdain, as if the very notion of her being politely asked to leave your side is the most disrespectful thing someone could have asked her to do, but it seems that whoever popped the question meant real business. She stepped aside with a huff of frustration, mumbling under her breath curses, and something along the lines of âthe gallâ.
Once she moved, the requester hopped onto the table where you sat. They pushed into your personal space as well. You opted to lean back as much as the encroacher would allow you. From the astronaut-resembling helmet that donned their head and the puffy jacket they wore, you came to the obvious conclusion that this was 13, another member of the faculty here at UA.
She moved your headâleft to right, up and down, and in a full circle. She checked all around the front of your body, and basically anywhere that you allowed her to get close to. 13 looked back deeply into your eyes before twisting back to face the bunch, âThey donât appear to be physically hurt on the outside. No scrapes, cuts, sprains, or anything broken. All that I could really deduct was their dilated pupils, meaning the effects of Somnambulist are still present,â 13 whirled forward to you, âFeeling at all hazy, woozy, or tired, (Y/N)?â
You simply stared back at the expressionless black mask 13 wore. You didnât know what to sayâhalf because you were uncomfortable at how close she was, and half because you were still bracing yourself to get your ass beat by the less merciful of the teachers. Your mind is drawing to blanks as youâre frozen with your jaw left hanging open.
â(Y/N)?â 13 snaps her fingers in front of your face, semi-dragging you out of your tizzy, âHello? How are you feeling, dear?â
Ignoring the uncalled-for nickname, you wobbled your head about to snap out of whatever stupor you were stuck in, âAaaahâŠumâŠgood. I think. StillâŠvisionâs still a bit blurry, headâs kinda fuzzy, but itâs okay. I canât really feel my legs yet, I guess.â You tried kicking your feet back and forth, and while you could see them sway, you didnât feel the sensation of your tendons pulling the limbs.
âAlright, thatâs okay.â 13 dismounts the desk to face the crowd, âTheyâll be fine. Just give their system time to recover from the grogginess. Next time, Midnight, go easier with how much of your toxins you release! They couldâve gotten severely hurt if they inhaled too much.â 13 scolds the tall woman.
Midnight scoffs, âUgh! Why, I would never intentionally hurt my love bug like that! I swear, you act like I havenât been controlling my quirk for my whole life!â
âMidnight, we have to set an example for our students, and lying isnât how we do that. You should acknowledge you do go overboard sometimes,â craggy words tumbled through Midnightâs attempt to save her ass. Off to her side is the stony fortress of a hero, Cementoss, the one who spoke against her. While he is a man (or is he a rock? Youâre not too sure even after all these years being a student under him) of few words, he does have the occasional snarky comeback in his vocabulary when he isnât prattling off haikus and other unheard of analogies for lifeâs troubles you havenât heard before. Youâre pretty sure that half of what he says is made up on the spot, and youâve occasionally tested how far you could push his knowledge before by asking him tough questions like âWhat is the meaning of life?â or âHow did the universe come into being?â.
Before Midnight could pulverize the stone man into pebbles, the final guest you could see hanging in the back of the room piped up, âCan we please stop fumbling around like nimrods and get back to the matter at hand?â Inky, sludgy, and methodical in his dialect, it was no shock that its owner was the shadowy hero known to you as Ectoplasm. Youâd interacted with him even less than the others, but you werenât oblivious to his strength. Youâd seen the fight between Tsu and Tokoyami against this predator, and you are happy to admit that he wasnât your enemy on the field that day.
After briefly scanning the room once more, it seemed that everyone who was there had spoken up. Well, except for Aizawa and Present Mic, they seemed to be having a private conversation with themselves. Glances they threw in your direction, no matter how embarrassingly obvious Mic was being or the tenuousness of Aizawaâs, made it hard to ignore their scalding stares. It was borderline disturbing to see Mic so stationary. You wished heâd stop freaking you out and start yelling in your face like he always does. At least that would be one thing that hadnât changed with the Purge.
âPrecisely. Where were we? Please remind us, Ectoplasm.â Cementoss, equally over the distractions going on, encouraged the conversation forward.
âWe were talking about our options. What to do for the rest of the Purge. How to proceed with the plan.â he spoke as if it was the most obvious thing that could have been explained. Plan? What plan was he talking about?
ââListen, weâve gone âround and âround with these ideas for over an hour now,â HUH?!?! EXCUSE YOU, BUT WHAT DID HE SAY?! There was no time to stop their conversation to ask if Power Loader was or wasnât exaggerating the time that had passed as he pushed on, âWhy canât we just go? Iâm starting to get claustrophobic in this room.â
âWhat, and storm out here with no strategy? Yeah, thatâs the best idea weâve heard tonight.â Aizawa finally tossed his opinion into the ring andâsurprise, surpriseâitâs another gripe.
âWe do have a planâand a solid one at that! I just said itâs all weâve been discussing ever since we stepped foot into this bloody room!â Power accused.
âNo,â 13 cut in, âthe plan youâre talking about is the one weâve fine-tuned to get out of the school. What Eraserâs referring to is what weâre going to do once we leave the school grounds.â She stepped over to you while giving her speech and wipes your face down with a damp, cool towel. Youâre not sure where she dispensed it from, but you supposed that since she specializes in search and rescue missions, sheâs bound to have supplies of the like to help in stressful situations built into her hero suit.
âEasy! We run and gun our way out until we find a safe spot! A simply perfect plan. Okay? Letâs go.â Power said with finality.
âFor being a seasoned pro, youâre much too antsy. Youâre rushing this operation. If you keep sprinting through the important discussions, there will be major consequences.â Cementoss threatened. Power scoffed at the manâs slightly pretentious behavior.
âThink about it,â 13 tried to reason, âThere are hundreds of pro heroes out there. Half infected, half notâgive or take a handful. For however many pros around out there, there are at least six times as many civilians out there who are either running for their freedom or others who are trying to take that from their darlings. It is too risky to bring them out into a world like that.â Them? Hold on, do they mean you?! No way in hell are you being taken out into the shit storm that the big city has become! Youâve seen how the Purge demolishes the city in years prior. You saw what the news predicted it would be like tonight. Chaos. Pure chaos filled with dangerous, virus-infected people and villains simply trashing the place because they are able. You came into the school to seek shelter in one of the safe rooms to avoid the city, and they want to bring you into it? They canât do this to you! Have they completely lost it?
Well, you knew that much, but still!
âHeâs right, though,â Present Mic finally spoke up from his unusual voicelessness, âWe canât stay here all night waiting for some miracle to spring up. Weâve gotta take some action.â His shoulders buckled inward to show his agitation.
âAnd no one is saying that we will stay, Mic.â Cementâs sensible attitude never fails to shine through the stress of a tough discussion.
âBut you are saying that. You know itâŠbecause youâre afraid. We all are afraid.â Mic grabbed everyone's attention because of how softly his words came out.
âI mean, we all know who exactly is out there,â Mic somberly stood and walked over to your side. You wanted to shimmy away from how close he got, but you chose to sit still to hear what else he had to say, âItâs not an if or maybe situationâhe is looking for them. Maybe staying in the school has some perks. At least here he canât get to them without breaking down a few thick walls.â At Micâs dreadful outlook, everyoneâs prepared responses fell into stifling silence. Who is he talking about? Why do you feel a shiver scaling up your spine at the faceless adversary? All this anticipation is going to make you go insane for real this time.
âItâs true. But UA isnât safe either. Weâre not alone and we arenât the only ones in this building whoâre interested in them. Those confounding kids of yours are still around, Aizawa.â Ectoplasm countered. Finally finding the place in the conversation where you can speak, you took your chance.
âAre you talking about the rest of my class?â you breathed out. The teachers spun their heads to give you their full attention. It creeped you outâtheir devotion to hearing you speak as if it was gospelâbut you guess this virus is handy when you need to grab the attention of a bustling room.
âGlad you can still find your voice, sweets.â Mic praised you with a gentle pat on the top of your head. A total switch up from his gloomy personality just prior.
âAnd, yes, we are.â Ectoplasm sighed, sending one of his clones to your side. The clone didnât do much except lay their hand on your head and brush your hair back, âThey've proven to be quiteâŠdriven in their resolve to keep you by their sides.â
âMeaning theyâre being a real pain in ourâ,â Micâs interrupted by Aizawaâs scarf strangling the bottom half of his face to cease the loud manâs babbling.
âHmmn, you guys take everything so personally,â Midnight bemoaned, propping her spike-heeled shoes against the side of one of the many desks around, âthe children are just playing together, âis all! In fact, theyâre making this night much more fun for me hehe~.â You cringed, and the only word running through your mind was âcreepy.â
âYes. Be kind, Mic. They havenât been a bother for some time now.â Cementoss spoke with a grateful tone of voice.
âWell, itâs no wonder they havenât been.â Power Loader huffed while resting his body back onto a nearby table.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked. You shifted up further to give the conversation your full attention. Once you were up, a slight tightness on your wrists captured your distracted brain. You glanced down and saw binding on your wrists. They were bound with tape. TapeâŠoh! Thatâs right! You were taped up by Sero before this shit show happened! You scanned your body up and down and didnât see any of his tape around anything but your hands. Itâs gone from your mouth too since you can speak to the teachers. You guess youâre thankful that they at least gave you the freedom to wiggle your legs around. Nonetheless, youâre still unforgivable-level mad at them for being dicks and holding you hostage.
âHe means that ever since Shinsou caught them under his hypnosis, and Midnight leaked her Somnambulist to put them under, theyâve been sound asleep in the gymnasium.â Ectoplasmâs words curl up like a snake wrapping around its helpless prey. You feel less comforted by Ectoâs clone lovingly stroking your head now. That means no one else has been looking for you ever since Aizawa, Mic, and Midnight took you. Goody gumdrops.
âYeaâ,â a new, twangy voice plucks into the conversation, âand it seems they ainât rearinâ up again for some time.â It echoed from the entrance of the room a few feet ahead of your spot by the windows, so you craned your neck to the side to see past the teachers blocking the way.
His foreign accent was a big hint, but if there was any confusion as to who exactly was speaking, his masked appearance confirmed his identity. Snipe was perched against the door frame, slacked back against the wooden frame, and bending his knee to rest one of his spurred cowboy boots on the frame as well. Since when did he get there? You donât recall seeing him when you scanned the room earlier. What was even more surprising was that on the other side of the doorframe rested Vlad King, Class 3-Bâs homeroom teacher. You watched him side-eye his coworkers and, opposite to the rest, he stayed silent. Quiet, analytical. You havenât interacted with him as much as you have with the others since heâs not one of your main teachers, but youâre certain from the way he and Aizawa have this sort of one-sided rivalry going on between them that heâs not one to be taken lightly.
âHey, hey, hey,â barked Present Mic, âwhat are you two doing in here? Youâre supposed to be guarding the door!â
âWe decided to come in when we heard you lot yappinâ. Wanted to see if our blossom was alright.â Okay, these corny nicknames were getting to be a little muchâand it was becoming hard to not laugh at them when Snipeâs Western country-ass voice tried to say it so seriously.
âYeah, right. You just wanted to see them.â Power Loader grumbled on his lonesome. Jealous much?
âGreat, the peanut galleryâs all here.â you chuckled to yourself. Honestly, it was a smartass remark that was only meant for your ears to hear, but you shouldâve known better than to mutter in the presence of such high-profile, analytical, pro heroes.
âWatch your tone, (L/N). Iâve taught you better than to speak to your superiors like that.â Aizawaâs steely gaze came to life, an intimidating red glow directly pointed your way. His mop of bushy, black hair billowing up to dangle in midair. It drifted about like a bed of kelp swaying with the brush of the oceanâs currents. All the built-up energy you didnât realize was coursing through your veins came to a staggering halt, The strength permeating your limbs immediately drained. Youâve been under the influence of Aizawaâs quirk before when you were caught in the mix of his frustrations at the pranksters of your class, so this wasnât an unexplored feeling, but it was still jarring to be stripped of all your powers you so flippantly take for granted.
As you looked around, you realized your statement was wrongânot all of the teachers were there. Not apologizing for telling the truth, you continued your comments as though Aizawa had never threatened you, âIxnay thatânot everyone's here. Whereâs the rest of them?â Aizawa sighed and released you from the hold of his power when he realized you were simply ignoring his wrath. Honestly? He tips his hat to you for the response. Avoiding confrontation is sometimes the best course of action.
âHuh? Oh! Ha ha, youâre so clever! We brought it up briefly to the other staff members butâ,â Power Loader had begun, but he was soon interrupted.
âThey either had no interest or were busy with other plans for the Purge.â Vlad finally spoke up from his dark corner. Right, you remember why you donât speak to him all that often. He scared the living shit out of you. At least you can have a somewhat decent conversation with Aizawa. With Vlad King, itâs always cold-shoulders and overdramatic frustration to simple questions you ask him. Those brief few words reeked such deadly poison, as if saying that anyone could ignore you was a crime against humanity. His facial expression showed his irritation, a frown stretching down his worn features and a frustrated crinkle cut between his eyebrows.
âThanks. I was in the middle of getting to that.â Power snarked at the behemoth hero.
âWe asked All Might if he wanted to come along with us,â 13 chirped, âbut he declined as well. We donât know exactly where he is, but heâs around.â
âYeah! Not to mention how he responded! Something like,â Mic made his voice stretch lower into his register with a profound, macho gusto, and a large smileâan All Might smileâgrew on his lips, ""HA HA! I appreciate the offer, friends, but I will be alright on my own! Good luck to you! I am off!â, and ran off to who knows where. Weird!â
âYou guys never let me say the important parts of the stories.â Power scowled to himself.
âGotcha,â you acknowledged the length of explanation, âSoâŠwhat happens now?â you prodded.
âNow,â Midnight coos at a distance that is yet again too close for comfort, âwe get to have fun with you~.â
âWHAT?! Iâm not some class pet. Find a guinea pig somewhere else!â you wriggled away from the dastardly woman.
âEndearing how much control you think you have over the situation,â Aizawa smirked. You hated his comfort in the idea of a fictional complacency, one that was only caused by your own fear of speaking against them, âStop playing naive, (L/N).â
In an effort to distract yourself from his stare, you pressed, âWhatâs the big plan after all this then?â
âAfter what, dearest?â Midnight mused. She reached a hand to your hair and softly massaged your shoulders. Quite done with the games they played, you shook her lingering touches off.
âAfter the Purge is over. What do you plan to do with me?â You wanted to add a sassy âobviouslyâ somewhere in that question, but you held your tongue for now. Weâll see how long that lasts.
âSweetie~, we plan to have you as ours!â Midnight purred, circling around you like a beast going in for the kill. You rolled your eyesâhow vexing can this woman be?
âWow! Thatâs so funny, I forgot to laugh.â You threw out a half-assed pity laugh for the pro. You looked at the other pros for some kind of confirmation that Midnight was just being her usual lofty self, but when no comforting gaze reached your eyes, you felt your grin crumble.
âEhâŠheh. Alright, thatâs how weâre playing this. All the unfunny jokes asideâHell freaking NO am I letting you lot take me anywhere. Iâm not going willingly! I kick, I scream, and I do bite. Iâm feral, bitcâ,â You managed to squirm hard enough that you actually broke away from whoever was holding you the tightest in the ball of limbs. You slid off the glossy table and slunk back a few feet. It was just spacious enough for you to finally get a deep breath in from the overwhelming physical affection but you were nowhere near a safe distance from the psychos of UA.
âWillingly isnât an issue. Plenty of us have quirks that can make you submit easily. Resistance will only produce failure for you. I donât want to be forced to hurt your miniscule feelings.â Vlad gruffed out. He truly reminded you of an English bulldogâgrumpy and hard-headed to the extreme.
âOh, be sweeter, Vlad! Donât scare the poor thing before weâve had our fun.â 13 tried to reason with the ice-cold man.
âI am being sweet.â Vlad defended.
âNo, youâre being a wet blanket,â Mic advised with a casual whistle.
âShut up.â The white-haired man huffed out a pointed wind of air. With tusks as sharp as nails protruding out of his mouth, harsh huffs of breath that escaped his nose, and rising anger visibly seeping from his form, it made the image of him in your mind morph from cute, grumpy bulldog to a ravenous warthog.
âNo, you shut up!â Power Loader lept on the chance to start bickering with Vlad King as he was still irritated at him for stealing his thunder.
âGirls, girls! Youâre both pretty. Now, can we please get back to the much more pleasant person of interest?â Midnight tried to get the boys to back off, but her joke only made them that much more infuriated.
âWhoâre you calling pretty?!â Vlad whipped his head over to the purple-haired sex fiend.
âFix your words, Midnight, or Iâll give you something to be sorry for.â Vlad reared in, sneering at the woman something fierce.
âHere we go,â Aizawa muttered while shrinking further into his tall scarf tower.
âNice one, Nemuri.â Hizashi bumped her with his elbow.
âI apologizeâŠfor you being a whiny BITCH!â You could practically see the overexaggerated sweat drop slip down the rest of the teachersâ heads as the beast of a man went off the rails from Midnightâs claim. He started stomping around, bellowing and nearly tossed a table across the room. You stood there and justâŠwatched the man go from a professional, stoic, respectable instructor to a crybaby throwing the most dangerous tantrum known to mankind.
Guess he didnât appreciate being called pretty.
Would he have preferred gorgeous?
That joke, while absolutely hilarious and should have been told for at least someone to hear its magnificence, you held in your throat so you didnât get bitch slapped by a heavy office chair and receive a one-way ticket, all-expense-paid trip to Godâs doorstep. You used the teacherâs being distracted with trying to calm the raging boarman down as an opportunity to scan for available exits. They were currently blocking the only door in or out, so that way out was an absolute no-go. You looked behind you and saw another door, but it didnât look like it would provide a fruitful escape. By process of elimination, it would most likely be another closet that had no exitâand you DID NOT want to be stuck in one of those again. It was a miracle that the one earlier tonight had one! You do not want to try your luck again with much more threatening opponents in your way.
Inspecting further, there didnât appear to be any other doors around to scamper out of. The last option you had was the large pane windows facing the outside, normally providing you with quite a beautiful birdâs eye view of the city. While it was an escape route, the task of escaping after exiting would be less than ideal. You were currently at least six storeys off of the ground, and you couldnât guarantee that your quirk would save you from that high of a drop. Plus, the roof was still at least a few floors upwards, so you couldnât hang out of the window and easily grab a railing. Not that youâd be sneaky enough to do that without alerting the bickering party of adults in front of you. You werenât sure where else you could turn to avoid a serious temper tantrum.
Shatter.
A window to the side of where you were standing abruptly splintered away. A rush of the chilled night air flooded the room with one thorough sweep. The infiltration was not caused by the window simply breaking due to a strong gust of wind or a tree branch breaking the surface. Noâit turned out to be a rather unwelcome intruder.
âHeyo~,â a certain bombshell blondâs lilting tone filled the thick tension in the boardroom. Your eyes zeroed in on the heroâs iconic ruby-red wings and instantly knew who it was. Hawks! Youâd seen him in the field before from a distance, even captured his attention for long enough to have a brief conversation. A certain twist in your chest wrung out the breath filling your lungs when you thought about his suave nature that day.
You were there with your three main boys the day youâd met Hawks. You had just started working at Endeavorâs agency because of the generous offer provided to you by Todoroki during the Holiday party. It was certainly kind of him to extend his hand to you, and you couldnât have been more grateful. You tackled him in a hug, and you watched obliviously how he nearly short-circuited at the affection. Though the day you all met up to head off, Bakugou had been acting a little salty around Shoto that afternoon after discovering that he had reached out to you too to join them, but you figured it was just usual Bakugou. Always waking up on the angry side of the bed. Izuku didnât have the heart to tell you itâs because none of them wanted to make fools of themselves in front of you. Him especially. You are quite oblivious to the âmore-than-just-friendsâ affection they had for you, but Deku was happy keeping it that way. After a bit, the four of you had settled in together and met Shotoâs father.
No thanks to Bakugouâs âstellarâ introduction with the pro, Endeavor had put his foot down to deny taking on other interns, other than his own son. Thankfully, hero work is never finished, as a villain attacked then and there. All of you sprung into action despite Endeavorâs denial, and that is when you saw it. Or, rather, him. Red spears descending from the sky like Valkyries swooping in to protect the weak. You saw soon enough that these werenât spears, they were feathers. The winged hero, Hawks, aided Endeavor in taking down the crazed terrorizer effortlessly. No hesitancy or mercy. Not so much as a bead of sweat lining his forehead either. After recuperating, you and Izuku practically tackled the man in an effort to meet him.
In the staggeringly casual meeting, he was pleased to say he already knew about you from your close friend, Tokoyami. However, he pretty much overlooked the green-haired puffball as he stuck you down with his unnerving amber pools. Hawks suavely shared that he was especially excited to meet you specifically. Weâre these most likely only sugar-coated words to get your heart racing for the notorious playboy? Rationally, absolutely. His ego knew no boundsâheâd do anything to get the fans swooning for his flippant affections. Yet, you fell for it nonetheless. You hopelessly played the perfect giddy fan as you devoured all his teasing remarks, his infatuation with your quirk, and his cocky winks. A peck of his lips strategically gifted to the back of your hand was given to no doubt solidify a good relationship, but you nearly passed out. You gushed at the attention before, and you probably would again. You were no different from any faces in his crowd of fans that he interacted with. Or so you thought.
He soon took off after meeting with Bakugou and Shoto briefly. Youâd geeked out about the interaction afterwards to the boys. An blatant envy to Hawksâ ease at impressing the masses, you as well now included, made them stumble at their advances. Izuku buried his own jealousy at the hero by directing your attention back to what the rest of the day had planned, and it distracted him from the negative feelings too, thankfully. Shoto had crossed his arms and stood as a silent watcher to walk alongside you. You did catch that he was standing rather close to you. Bakugou only spat insult after insult about the bird brain and the hot-headed waste of a father, hoping that tarnishing the memory of Hawks in your mind would get your mind off of that loser and onto him. He soon cooled off, and became a bodyguard beside you, like Shoto, mumbling to himself about how âpointlessâ it was to chat with the likes of that douche.
You knew that this meeting was no accident. Hopefully, the hero is here to save you from this awful nightmare. Though, he didnât show up alone.
âHawks,â Snipe grumbled a rugged greeting, quite obviously ticked off that the snarky bastard was ruining their sanctuary, âwhatâre you doinâ here?â
âOh, not here for any particular reason. Flyinâ around, stopping to smell the rosesâŠ,â he lolled his head to look right at you, a devilish smirk lining his strikingly handsome face.
âInspecting suspicious activity in the area.â A velvety smooth voice strikes up from behind you. You jump and whip your head to the side to see the culprit. Laying a gentle, yet comforting, grip on your shoulder was the famous Rabbit Hero: Mirko. You hadnât really gotten a chance yet to interact with her in your journey as an aspiring hero. Youâd heard about her competitive nature through various interviews youâd seen her in. Youâd never felt more like prey than now, underneath her sight. Nonetheless, she was even more stunning than the media could convey. Her white locks draped along your shoulder as she peered down over you, the faint scent of lavender and earthy rubble wafting into your senses. Rumiâs piercing blood-tinged irises looked down upon you with a satisfactory expression. The lingering glint of fire locked within her gaze guided you to understand that whatever was driving her on this mission to confront your captors was far from fizzling out.
Youâd heard some about personal interactions with her from Bakugou and Midoriya when they worked with her in the field. Deciphering Bakugouâs turn of phrase youâve come to be fluent in after all these years, you gauged that she wasnât too bad of a coworker. Heâd said she was strong and that she had a kick that was no joke. When Bakugou remembered something about the people he fought alongside, you knew they left some impression on himâgood or bad. He did make a point to reiterate that she only âgets in his wayâ, but he regards everyone that way, so itâs not a huge concern. Midoriya mostly info-dumped about her quirk and every fighting tactic heâd thought up to either aid her or counter her, but you didnât mind his ramblings. Animal-based quirks like hers were always intriguing to learn about, and youâd appreciated him taking the time to tell you all the information heâd drug out of the woman. They both agreed (shockingly) they would like to work with her again.
You asked some of the girls of 3-A what they thought of Mirko before, and were surprised when they all nearly trampled you in their freak-out fangirling over the woman. Hagakure gushed over how much she loved what Mirko was doing for the community of women in the pro hero society. She adored how Mirko showed the world that women werenât just damsels in distress; that the power and strength they hold mentally and physically is one to behold. Mina giddily hugged your arm as she declared the hero gave her confidence to not hide any of her more eccentric or âout-of-the-normâ, as she put it, features. Momo allowed herself to become vulnerable as she shared how Mirko taught her how if others donât have confidence in your abilities you have to be your own advocate. Perfectionism was rampant in the poor girl, and she had such high expectations for herself. Seeing Momo learning to be more gentle with herself was comforting.
 Jiro and Uraraka explained all the ways she really was a fantastic figure for women, not simply aspiring heroes, to look up to. Strong, snarky, never afraid to throw a quick insult or punch to any ignorant when she needed to. Mirko was not known to be a passive presence; she made sure you know exactly what her opinion on any matter is when she gets in your face to tell you it. Since she wasnât attached to an agency, most would think sheâd be an outcast, but theyâd be wrong. The girls told you how she was a lone wolf type, that sheâd rather handle everything her own way. You admired her for that. Mirkoâs belief of not fitting in with the crowd to instead be at the front lines of encouraging others to break the mold society says you should fit is one to be coveted.
âHowâs it going, (Y/N)?â Mirko warmly asked you. You froze when you heard your name fall from her lips. How did she know you? Youâd never met face-to-face before in your life! Sheâs even prettier than the photos snapped by her paparazzi could try to convey.
âAre these guys giving you any trouble~?â Hawks ruffled your hair as he sprouted up next to you like a daisy in a sunny meadow. You felt your face heat up at their actions, not getting used to the unwavering attention of such prestigious members of the Hero Agencies. Also, theyâre two of the most gorgeous people in all of Japan. Even a sparse glance in someoneâs direction would be enough to make anyone crumple to their kneesânevermind that theyâre actually addressing you. You were having a hard time standing up on your own, knees wobbly and jittery, your eyes bouncing back and forth between the two in a fumbling manner. All you could think about was not making a total fool of yourself in front of your heroes. Thatâs about when you realized you hadnât responded to them, leaving everyone listening with bated breath at your silence.
You wanted to slap yourself for the silly star-struck reaction, âOh! IâumâŠ,â
âTheyâre fine, thank you very much.â Surprisingly, Cementossâ usual composed tone took a frozen turn. Guess he didnât appreciate the two of them being here. In fact, it looked to be that most of the teachers in that room didnât care much for the pros being present, all of them having a crinkled up forehead and scowles dotting their lips. That, or the frustration is from the broken window. Whoops.
âTheyâd feel more fine if youâd back off.â Vlad King, who had finally calmed down, cautioned the duo. Though heâd cooled off his ramage, you could see the irritated vein popping out underneath his skin, so another outburst was sure to loop back around. Whether it was expressed in a hunched posture, snippy tone, or the expression on their faces; the teachers all agreed on one thing. These two were trouble and had to be escorted away from their darling now.
âYeesh! What a tough crowd, Mirko!â Hawks overdramatically threw the back of his hand over his forehead. He leaned his body backwards, grasping his other hand over his chest where his heart lies, and wailed out in a helpless maiden-like tone. Oh, yeah. You forgot that heâs such a drama queen. Itâs silly, but also somewhat charming, in a way.
âHa! Seems so, Hawks. Hey, chill out, weâre only here to play babysitter, old timer.â Mirko snickered to herself. Hawks joined in her light-hearted teasing with a bright chortle of his own. His laugh formed from a cluster of tiny clicks rattling through his teeth.
â...What was that, little lady?â Vladâs temper was never one to back down as he cracked his knuckles. You felt Mirkoâs hand clasp tighter around your shoulder at Vladâs choice of words. You could tell she wanted to go off on him and rip him to shreds both verbally and physically, but held her tongue. Now was not the time to start a war.
âEh, donât take it so personally, King! She was just pointing out the obvious~,â Hawks egged the man on. Seems to be Hawks didnât agree with the âno warâ idea. You were beginning to get a bit nervous with the prosâ language. You didnât want to be on the receiving end of the boar manâs tantrum, as previously mentioned, so why were they purposefully lighting his fuse?! At least move you out of the way first before digging their own grave! Though, you might get pushed into it with them when you canât dodge their crossfire.
âAnd what is that supposed to mean?â 13 sneered at the shade.
âYouâre allâŠwise from all your experiences,â words posing as carefully chosen by Hawks no doubt fired up the two more.
âBut (Y/N) needs protection from a fresher-faced cast. If you catch our drift~,â Mirko finished for her quick-witted partner.
âThat is why youâre all gathered, right? For the Purge?â Hawks anything but innocently asked the group. Those who werenât lost in their own rage showed a glimpse of hesitation in the answer. Hawks, willing to take a mile from the inch they gave him, ran with their slip-up.
âSo, it is true. Judging by the switch in your behaviors, and from that out of the ordinary hue in your irises, seems to me like this lot caught the illness. Probably from those students bulldozing through the school. Can you believe it, Mirko?â Hawks swiftly closed the little distance between you two by slinging an arm over your shoulders.
âI can. Theyâve been in such close proximity, itâs no wonder they caught it. Iâm just disappointed. Theyâre supposed to protect people like our lovely (Y/N) here from these incidents. Instead, theyâre fueling the catastrophe Hmm. You mustâve been so scared running away from these shit excuses for teachers.â Mirko brought her hand to your cheeks and pinched them together to make your lips pout outward.
âHey! You know thatâs bullâ,â Power Loader barked as he leaned across a nearby table.
âWhat were you sickos planning to do with them, huh? Make them your slave after this night,â Hawks unapologetically interrupted the man, a silence washing over the room at the question being sprung, âForce them to be at your beck and call for everything? Splay their body out to satisfy your needs whenever and wherever you wanted? Disgusting.â Hawks veered his body in front of yours to shield it with one of his huge red wings. The more he talked about what your captors would do to you after the Purge, the more fear reeved up to course through your veins. While thinking about the possibilities of what would happen after the Purge if you were caught, Hawksâ accusations had crossed your mind, but you tried to ignore them earlier. They wouldn'tâŠtheyâd respect your wishes even if youâŠbelonged to them after all this! Theyânot your friends, nor your teachersâwouldnât do those horrible things to you.
And yet, based on everything thatâs happened thus farâŠ
Youâre not sure anymore.
You shrunk into Mirkoâs side deeper, wishing to disappear from the conversation of your fate entirely. You felt her wrap an arm around your waist, and you felt safer with the basically strangers than you had all night long with your long-time partners. You wanted to cry from the relief of finally having somewhere safe to turn. You held the tears back to see where their confrontations would lead.
You felt Mirko lead your stiff body with fleeting strides. She was obviously trying to give you an out, so you went willingly. Just let them do as they please. Anything to get out of this suffocating mess. Hawks caught on to her.
âHow dare you try to make those foolish claims against us,â Aizawa began, rage climbing high in his heart. He reached for his infamous scarf and pulled the end piece out, preparing for his attack. Screw playing nice. Screw relying on others. Fuck letting these idiots walk all over him. The nerve of this flashy waste of space dictating him to be the kind of monster that would take advantage of you. Youâd been in his life for so long now that he hardly even tries to remember the times without you and his other students. So many tough challenges your class has faced, and yet, each hurdle was leapt over with no hesitation. Your entire class had brought him such joy over the years through the sorrow. His kids. However, you and Shinsou undoubtedly claimed the prize to share the number one spot on his favorites list. Youâd been so attentive and caring over him when heâd left you to flounder for air. Late nights powering through boring essays, countless assignments completed only an hour before they were due, the weekend study sessions that almost always turned into game nights or gossiping over snacks that heâd seen you participate in with your other friends. You work so tirelessly to be a good student and attentive friend. That effort wasnât unnoticed by his watchful eye.
There were many more less impactful moments shared that, dare he say, mean even more to him than the death-defying acts youâd survived together. Chats over the positive current life events with him drinking his standard cup of muddy brown coffee and you casually sipping your own beverage. Walks around campus with him, Midoriya, Tokoyami, Ojiro, and you. The sky gleaming a dazzling aqua blue with the sun sparkling overhead, but not in an overwhelming glare. Puffy clouds dancing in the air. A pleasant, flowery breeze twirling past you. One late night in the common room when he was making his last round to make sure everyone was securely in their dorms, he found you sitting on the couch brushing off the aggressive tears slipping down your cheeks.
When heâd made his presence known that night, youâd shot up like a fired bullet off the comfy sofa, scrubbing your puffy eyes in an attempt at covering up the residual cry session. Youâd greeted him warmly with a laughing cough to hide your choked up throat, but he shut down your plan of concealment by hinting that heâd already seen your sadness flowing. That night he sat beside you and talked. Talked about what you were upset about, talked through your doubts, fears, and resentment over how you didnât know what you were going to do now. Gave you a sorrow-filled look when you broke down into a fit of violent sobs again. He even sat with you in a lingering, but reassuring, silence after your sobs faded.
Only then did Aizawa release a sliver of his own castle walls to give you a hug holding as much love as he could spare from his withered and beaten heart. He told you many ways how your class had changed him to be a better man. How you inspired him to keep pushing himself to look ahead to what beauty the future could hold. Aizawa promised you that night that no one was going to abandon you like youâd feared. He promised to always be there for you whenever you needed his support. All he needed was for you to reach out, and heâd claw up any bit of strength he had left to come rescue you like the hero he promised Oboro and Hizashi he would become. Today was no different from back then.
These fakes werenât going to tarnish his cherished memory of that night with you. That night, when youâd smiled back up at him with a wobbly grin and soggy eyes, now glistening with hope from his words, you should have known he wouldnât let some nobodies crush your heart. These wretches didnât stand a chance.
Power Loader cut Aizawa off to continue, âWe would never. Stop trying to scare them like that!â
13, back to her reasonable self, even tried coaxing you, â(Y/N), they are lying. We would never betray you. Now, if youâd please come back hereâ,â
Feeling bolder with allies at your side, you forced your lips to move to stop their rambling lies, âWhy should I believe a single word that comes out of any of your mouths?!â The room fell into stillness. It was as if the whole world had shut itself up to give you the stage to speak your mind.
Fed up and running off of pure adrenaline, you continued, âNone of you have asked for my opinion on anything that has happened tonight. You donât care what I have to say; all you give a shit about is doing whatever the fuck you want to me. You didnât tell me what you were planning. You spied on me, you kidnapped me, and kept me stuck in this hell as your little hostage all night!
âEven if you did care about me, it was only to find out what you could gain from me for your selfish desires.â You downcasted your eyes at their knife-like glares.
Tears welled up and this time you couldnât stop them from dragging down your tired face. You took a shaky breath to fill your deflated lungs, âIâŠI understand this virus hasâŠchanged you. I understand whatever youâre going through isnât easy to fight against. But I donât know. I donât know what is happening to any of you. I donât know what youâre thinking of doing. I justâŠcanât know. Iâm too scared to even try to begin searching for the answer. My classmates have become the same as youâcompletely changed from who they are. Theyâve been hunting me down. And now this thing has taken my teachers too?â Your lips wobbled at the realization of your loss.
âHaâŠitâs like one sick joke the world is playing against me,â an exasperated laugh bled from your vocal chords, âI donât know how itâs making you feel, but I know what it is making you do to me. Youâre scaring me. I donât feel safe. Around any of you. It isnât crazy to consider youâd force me to doâŠother things too.â
You caught Aizawaâs eyes when you looked up. You turned away to save yourself from the heartbreak of his torn expression.
You curled into Hawksâ back, shrouding your emotional husk of a body in his fluffy feathers. You allowed the last few dying words left in your quaking heart to wheeze out, âPlease. Leave me alone. Please.â Whether your teachers were mad at you for speaking against them, or if they wanted to get on their knees and beg for your forgiveness, you had no clue. All you know is that Hawks whips around, gathers your trembling form in his arms, and takes a couple of steps back from Mirko.
âHang on tight.â He gently whispers to you. Unconsciously, you obeyed, and securely held onto the fizzy collar of his iconic jacket.
âWeâll be watching over them for the rest of the Purge.â That cold, nonchalant jab to the teachers was the last fleeting acknowledgment Mirko threw at them. Hawks spread his wings.
âNext time, before you go destroying the mental and emotional well-being of your students, get a grip on reality.â The finality of Hawksâ tone was filled with all the venom that he felt you lovingly held back. Your kindness is not what this lot deserves. With that, he flapped his humongous wings a few times to kickstart his ascension and took off with you pressed tightly against him. He soared up and out of the broken window, making sure to cover you properly so you didnât get sliced or stabbed by any broken glass. You watched Mirko clamber out of the rickety window from over his shoulder, land on the edge of the concrete window sill, and use her legs to jump as high into the air as she could.
You watched in awe as she practically flew up several storeys, confidently grasp the edge of the railing atop the roof, and gently sling herself onto the roof without so much as a hiccup. Judging by the trajectory of where Hawks was flying, he too was aiming for the roof. Not like you cared at this point. As long as you were away from them, youâd be fine to go anywhere they took you.
âWe at Air Hawks thank you for flying with us on this gorgeous evening, esteemed passenger. We have now reached our destination, the rooftop of the illustrious UA High. The weather outside is clear skies at a balmy 75°, so you may see a stunning view of the city tonight. Please take care and follow your charming, ever good-looking pilot as he will guide you towards the exit.â Hawks cracked a light joke to try and pull you out of the dark headspace you were currently dwelling inside. You spared him a half-hearted giggle for his attempt, allowing him to release the hold his hands had on the backs of your knees. You plopped your feet down softly to the ground just as Mirko had made it over.
âHere, let me get that for you.â Mirko held out her hands, her gaze trained on Seroâs tape that was still wound snugly around your wrists. Wow. Youâd entirely forgotten they were still there. You lifted your wrists to the admirable woman and merely watched as she took your already reddening wrists into hers.
âHonestly. What barbarians. To leave you bound like this? Complete bullshit.â Mirko muttered insult after insult under her breath as she wasted no time in destroying the binding. She took your wrists up to her mouth and carefully chomped down using her steely, rabbit-esque front teeth on the strips to make a sizable cut through them. She gently pulled your wrists apart and the tape effortlessly split. Free, at last.
Using your fingers, you tore away the remaining severed strips with a wince, and threw them to the ground. Battered and bruised, you saw that your wrists were nearing raw from how much struggling against the tapeâs adhesive youâd done. You gave a quick massage to stimulate blood flow back into your numbing fingertips.
âThere! Feel any better?â Mirko prodded.
âMuch. Thank you for getting me out of there. I seriously couldnât have asked for a cooler getaway than two of the top pro heroes in Japan being my saviors.â you tossed a light joke in along with the gratitude. You yanked the two pros into your chest with a tight hug to further show your thanks, taking a deep breath against their chests. They were rigid at first, but they both allowed themselves. However, while being this close, they couldnât help but notice the sweet smell drifting off of your clothing. There was little the pros could do to avoid the intoxicating aroma, but before they could delve further into what it was, they heard a tiny sniffle sound from your buried head.
With an alertness to you that he hadnât felt before, Hawks pulled you away from his chest with a concerned look on his face. âHey, whatâs up, baby bird?â Hawks were much more determined than he had been all night to get you to open up about what was going on in your brain.
Not looking up from the ground to respond, he placed his fingertips underneath your chin and tilted your bent head up. You had a thread of silvery tears lining your lower lash line and a wobbly lip that made both Mirko and Hawksâ aggravation boil their blood.
âHon, tell us whatâs wrong.â Mirko commanded. She could barely contain the loathing that spiderwebbed throughout her heart. When she gets her hands on those measly heroes who mistreated you, she is going to make them wish theyâd never bothered you with their worthless existence ever again. Lousy maggots. Just as Mirkoâs mind was going to float off the deep end into disturbing plans of vile and ruthless methods of punishment, she caught herself.
Woah. Thatâs new. That was aggressive.
No, the aggressiveness was not new. Sheâd always had a bit of spark to her. Her wild thoughts are what made her such a great hero; thatâs how Mirko became widely recognized for her prowess. It was who she was having the ruthless feelings against that surprised her. Sheâs worked with those pros, her coworkers and friends, for years. She barely knows you at all. Yet, sheâs planning every possible way she could make the insolent, ignorant gang pay for their mistreatment.
Although, why should that fact matter? Why shouldnât they pay? Sure, theyâre her friends, but they abused an innocent. They forcefully used their quirks and position of power over you to make you suffer! Itâs despicable. Itâs dishonorable. They should face the punishment of the law. ButâŠthat isnât enough. Her rationality slips, drifting further away the longer she feels you warm her. It fuels a fire within her, and that fire sets the marrow lining her bones a light. She doesnât want to toss the aggressors off to the police like a spineless coward. You deserve better than that. You deserve more. You deserve justice. She is justice. Technically, she is the law. She will make them pay. Yes, thatâs a wonderful idea!
God, she hasnât felt this warmth in a long time. Too long. Youâre wonderful.
Hawks isnât faring any better. Heâs wild-eyedâhis mind deep sketching out the framework of delusional fantasies of him taking you on as his trainee, showing you all the tips and tricks heâs learned in the harsh world of hero life, and quite literally taking you under his wing. Maybe you two become more after you get closer. Keigo isnât unfamiliar with the desire of wanting companionship in his life. He often finds himself daydreaming of a partner by his side, on and off the field of battle. Never a specific person, just a faceless, nameless being, fluttering through his desires. Smiling, laughing, enjoying each other's time together. Cute stuff. Hawks yearns for that small sliver of normalcy. Keigo wants to feel humanâto feel whole again after everything heâs been stripped of in his miserable existence.
With you, even though your interactions have been brief and youâve endured some light flirting of his that is barely considerably mentionable, youâve brought him nothing but a comforting and loving feeling. He feels indebted to you for simply being you. Not lying to him, or trying to pretend to be someone youâre not. Heâs constantly surrounded by deceptive and cruel human nature. He truly couldnât tell you how many thousands of googly-eyed newbies have introduced themselves to him, praying for even a small flicker of his fame to rub off on them. Hoping to use him to spring them up into the actually noticeable charts. Itâs so easy to read them too. Theyâre open, flimsy magazines. Bright, colorful, eye-catching, and full of back-stabbing and strategically fabricated lies. Spread wide and pleading for him to flip through their pages. They always hiss lies through their teeth, grinning and bearing the once-in-a-lifetime interaction. But no matter how much sucking up they commit to or how well they try to veil the truth of their intentions behind sugared words, he never fails to see through them.
Guess the training he went through as a child was good for something. If you donât open up to people, you can never get hurt. Sure, that tactic has worked wondersâŠup until meeting you.
But heâs just so tired. He just wants to lower the railing and find something worth all the fight he puts up.
You might be his outlet.
âItâsâŠitâs just been a long night. Iâm sorryâ,â you tried to cover your face with your forearm, desperate to conceal the embarrassing honest showing on your face. Mirko gently removed your shield with a comforting smile.
âOh no, hon, itâs fineâ,â
âNever ever apologize for your feelingsâ,â both pros stumbled over each otherâs words. When they realized they were getting anywhere by interrupting the other, they shared a look. After a small nod shared, they wrapped their arms around you again.
âYouâre okay,â they both said at the same time, cradling you against them once again. You snuggled deeper, taking that chance to breathe deep and avoid spiraling into a panic attack.
While your arms were around the two, you accidentally brushed against Hawksâ wings. That is when you noticed his wings had puffed up in size, similar to how any bird does when they want to appear bigger to a threat they face. He had been very tense at the beginning of the hug, so maybe he was only nervous, so you chose to not question it. Plus, youâd just let a room full of deadly pro heroes! Yeah, itâs alright. However, the light thudding taps of Rumiâs foot against the concrete roof was something you couldnât explain. Is it normal for hybrid rabbits to emulate this characteristic from their bunny counterparts? Youâre not too sure.
You tried to pull away, but their tight grips didnât let you. Oh. Well, maybe theyâre both in desperate need of a hug. Youâre very familiar with your classmates coming to you for hugs during their rougher days. They always said you had the best hugs, and you take great pride in that fact. Come to think of it, maybe you should ask them all about their mental health more often, just so no one spirals off the deep end and punches another classmate (thank you for that, Bakugo).
OH! Your friends! Maybe Hawks and Mirko can help them! Yes, thatâs a great plan.
Peeling further back, you tilted your head up to look them in their eyes. You let out an airy chuckle, âAs much as I enjoy the hug, I need some more of your help.â
They instantly lightened their steely grips. Not too much to let you slip away. Mirko held a smug look, as if knowing youâd come crawling back to her for her aid. SHeâs the only one who can provide for you properly, afterall. Donât worry, let her handle everything for her darling. No task is too big for her. Hawks resembled that of a grinning puppy, excited and warm. Eager to perform any task for praise and treats. Yes! Anything you want, darling, they can provide! What do you need?
They didnât supply you with a verbal answer, but the looks they carried spoke loud enough, so you continued, âMy classmates. I donât know what happened to my friends, but theyâve got the same thing the teachers do. I think everyoneâs infected. I have to help them, but I donât think I can do it alone.â
As soon as they heard you utter the word âfriendsâ, their bliss was shot and struck the ground like a wounded songbird. Their brains shut off to stop the nonsense you were suggesting. Friends? You need people other than them?! And whatâs worse, is you want them to help those idiots?! Last they checked, they were public enemy number one for making you run yourself ragged up and down those endless halls! No, that canât be right. Those fools donât deserve their help. Not for what they made you go through.
âNo.â Rumi snapped with a frigid simper.
The rest of the sentence you were sputtering falters. You gaze up at the rabbit hero, â...What?â
With a second look-over, Mirko appears a lot scarier than she did only minutes beforehand. Have her eyes always been this clouded? Her unrelenting gaze exudes a darker inkling than when youâd faced her way. Rumiâs eyes stuck on you like gum bonded to the bottom of your shoe.
No. This wouldnât happen again. They said theyâd be better than thisâbetter than them.
Hawks obnoxiously cleared his throat to brush the eerie vibe away from the floundering conversation, âEhhâŠhaha! What Rumi means is not right now. Itâs too dangerous to go searching for your friends now. Finding help for them after the Purge settles down is the safest strategy.â Hawks smoothly saved Mirkoâs ass with the perfect excuse, served up on a shining silver platter. You didnât appreciate how obviously strained Hawksâ tone became at âfriendsâ.
âLetâs get you somewhere safe. Preferably away from this shithole.â She mumbled the last portion, keeping the snark to her own chest, but her contempt for the institution was blatant. Mirkoâs eyes were laced with flaming venom as she fleetingly paid attention to the concrete walls. A sneer broke out on her lips, as if just the idea of standing on top of the building was a sin itself.
âAh⊠okay.â You tried to leave the hug again. They persisted.
âMirkoâ,â Hawksâ voice twisted into a demanding tone. His blown out, puppy-like pupils cinched into vicious slits, staring down the woman.
âHawks, I donât want to hear it. Back off.â Mirko gnashed back at the blond. The two began an all out war against each other, both tugging against the otherâs advances. A tug to the left, a drag to the right, both parties were unrelenting. Neither wanted to allow the victory of having you in their arms.
âYouâre holding them too tightly!â Keigo whined.
âWell, youâre not holding them tight enough.â Mirko argued back. Youâve seen this before. It reminded you of two children fighting over who got to play with which toy, always bickering how the other was âdoing it wrongâ. It reminded you of Ochaco fighting the guys. It reminded you of Denki and Mina struggling over who got to hold you. Childish squabbles.
Liars, the lot of them. They didnât want to help you. If they did before, not anymore. Theyâre infected, thereâs no other answer for their behavior.
âKeigo, just stop it! You and I both know that you canât protect them.â Mirko snarked. That caught the birdâs attention judging by the way his eyes dug into her, all emotion scrapped from his expression. A grim look stole the spot, one that told of violence and mayhem running rampant in behind his eyes. An expression usually reserved for the villains he so often made easy prey of. This is awful.
âAnd what is that supposed to mean, rabbit?â Hawksâ eyes looked wilder than before.
âI think you and I both know what I meant.â She snarked back, ruffling his feather figuratively and quite literally.
âBe honest with yourself. When was the last time you were able to save something that you actually cared about?â Mirko hatched a devilish plan. She took the chance of his loss of temper to clutch you against her. She took a couple spacious leaps back, creating a sizable distance between her friend turned enemy. Hawks plucked two giant feathers from his wingspan that sharped out into duo blades resembling two scimitars.
âIâm done beingâ,â just before Hawks could spiral off the deep end into whatever hell he had planned to put Mirko through, a disturbance crashed the party.
âEnough, you two.â A formidable voice shook from the shadows. Those few words are all it takes for the two beside you to back off from tearing out each otherâs throats. Whoever it was had the ability to command total control of a room in an instant. You couldnât see them, but you knew the voice came from the other side of the stairwell exit.
âGreat,â Mirko scoffs, tilting her head to look the other way with a cross of her arms. You couldnât tell if it was from irritation or the shame from being caught. Judging by her scowl, itâs probably the latter.
âEndeavorâŠhow long haveâ,â Hawks sputtered out. You swivel your head to the gap at the birdman. No fucking way itâs the number one hero. Heâs gotta be wrong. The number one pro hero showing up to participate in the Purge is unheard of. Guess youâd be wrong. Though, you suppose that even the number one gets a pass during today. Itâs just jarring since All Might had not once in all his years of being the symbol of peace even be seen during the Purge hours. He probably just didnât want to be caught up in a scandal with the news or social media if he were to ever be discovered converting to be a player of the Purgeâs game.
Sure enough though, the one who rounds the corner is in fact Endeavor. He shut Hawks up with a simple raise of his palm and an unforgiving glare. The once cheery hawk tucks into himself and shields his frustration away from the number one.
The first thing that shows you the reality of the situation is his overwhelming stature. You severely underestimated the way this man takes up a room. Seeing him in TV interviews on the news and fighting against villains is one thing, but it is a completely different beast to be face-to-face with him stalking towards you. It made sense why he was deemed the topâwith such a suffocating aura, it was hard to believe that any villain even tried to oppose the behemoth. You should know, youâve met him before.
During your training with him alongside the boys, it had been quite the feat. Youâd mostly done in-field training with the boys, but the one time you did have one-on-one training with the pro was unnerving, to say the least. Endeavor had watched your every move, his eyes never straying too far from where youâd displayed the extent of your Quirkâs usefulness. You knew you were as capable, even more so since you could control your emotions, as Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki. Letâs face it, all three of them had a tendency to act out far too irrationally due to their urges and feelings, and they werenât shy about expressing it. Although, your self control put you in a favorable light with Endeavor, so it wasnât strange that he gave more of his attention to you.
Instead of bickering and combating everything the pro said with a harsh glower like Katsuki had, you listened intently and gave Endeavor undivided attention. Instead of ignoring the man who actively tried to give pointers and choosing to walk faster ahead of the group like Shoto had, you hung back and asked questions about what Shoto had done wrong in his approach and how to improve his strategy. You became more agile, better aware of your surroundings, and able to predict some of the moves villains would try to throw at you. You understood that the opportunity that Shoto had given to you all with training under his father for the work-study was not something to be taken lightly. Was the man a little too much of a hardass for your taste? Yes. But he was not a pushover. He had valuable lessons to teach you all from experiences heâs faced during his years in the field. If you wanted to actually place in the hero charts one day, you knew youâd have to get past your own opinions on the man and try to cooperate.
If someone asked your opinion of Endeavor, theyâd understand heâs not your favorite hero to grace the charts. Youâd believed him to be startlingly cold for the fiery nature of his quirk. It was easy to say youâd originally thought him to be nothing but an ass with too hot of a head on his shoulders, and while that was still the truth more often than not, he had his moments of clarity. The media did have a knack for stringing up the moments of his ill temper caught on film and making them the headline of every social media platform. What you had learned during your trainings held at the crack of dawn was that he was extremely precise. There was never a lack of communication or any doubt held within his words whenever he instructed you. Swing a right hook into the dummyâs torso. Sweep your leg to the left to knock the opponent over. He was straight to the point and earnest in the compliments regarding your physical improvements.
Heâd even let you spar against him one day. Endeavor had taken the four of you and one of his many sidekicks, Burnin, to the rooftop during one of the few freetimes youâd actually had. He asked you to step across from him and get into your fighting position. He instructed no quirks be used, that it be purely a hand-to-hand combat session that balanced skill and strength together. With Burnin as the referee, youâd begun. He thankfully didnât go easy on you as he views not giving his all into any task as a âhalfass lazy excuseâ, so youâd fight with your entire being against Endeavor. He educated the four of you through commentating on all of the things you did wrong; how youâd left yourself open to a couple of jabs from him, turned your back to him often enough that heâd seized an opportunity to lunge and knock you over, and such. Though you were outmatched in a number of categories, you soon understood why he was putting you to this impossible challenge. Enji wanted you to get creative with your tactics to take down your foe. You needed to outwit his strength.
With the newfound spark of inspiration, you struck. You made a move imitating that of one youâd tried against him earlier. A simple left hook. He knew he could easily deflect the punch, so he took the bait. Youâd noticed before that he was much more sturdy with his right side, which left room for error on his left, so you took the chance. You sidestepped into his peripheral and closed in behind him. You kicked in the back of his right knee, forcing him to stumble to the ground. You knew you couldnât tackle the man over from this position, nor could you keep him pinned there due to how much force you had to use to kick his knee alone, so you went with the quickest option. You needed to hit a weak point, but since his body was covered in mostly muscle, you only had a few options. Since kicking him in the groin seemed like too cruel for a simple sparring session, the spots above his neck would have to do. You jumped up onto his back, shimmied up enough to hang onto his shoulder, and threw a hard punch right into his throat.
You left him choking on his air and wheezing. He grasped at his neck, steadying himself on his other arm. Leaving him no hands to defend against your assault. You then shoved your hands into his hair, pulled on the strands tightly, and swung your body forward over the manâs shoulder. You let gravity handle the rest. Your body weight pulled his unstable torso forward and he hit the ground with a hefty SMACK! You bent your knees to land sturdily on the ground with minimal impact to your footing and let his face take the brunt of the fall. You then placed your knee hard on the middle of his shoulder blades to pin him and Burnin deemed the match completed with an impressed grin lilting on her face. Admittedly, for the rest of that day, you gloated the pride you felt at taking down the mountain of a man a little too obviously.
You knew that day he most likely wanted to make an example out of you when he presumed you wouldnât win the fight, but youâd made sure he understood not to fuck around with you or your generosity again.
Zooming back to the present, you caught his eyes goring a hole right through you. Brilliant aqua blue irises stuck out like a sore thumb against his smoldering flames. No matter how much Shoto tried to deny the fact, he truly was Endeavorâs child. That striking blue color kept locked down within the Endeavor lineage and fiery red hair that draped over half of his head was unmistakable. Features that, however much wasted on the shitty attitude the man possessed, would make many and most fall head-over-heels for their stunning effect. Though, in your opinion, Shoto wore the beauty better.
Enjiâs gaze was harsh towards you, but it was kind compared to the one he shot at Mirkoâs arm wrapped around you. Perceptive, the woman held you closer, as if trying to defy his silent demand of releasing you. She was dead set on not going down without a fight. Before she could hope for one to begin, Hawks laid a hand on her shoulder as a soft hint to not involve you in Endeavorâs unrivaled wrath. Mirko knew he was right. Dammit it all. With a scoff and a roll of her eyes, she relented, back off of you. She left you to fend for yourself against the beast, cast you aside to the big bad wolf who wouldnât spare you. It reminded you of the tale of Odysseus facing off with Polyphemusâonly you were unarmed and lacking a foolproof plan of escape and this giant wonât allow arrogance to be his downfall yet again like the monster from the epic had.
Finally, Endeavor was right in front of you. If you had any bravery left from the night, it vanished wholly with him staring you down. Endeavor hardly even spared a tilt of his head to gaze down upon you, opting to stare through a half-lidded examination. The only indication that he was human and not some freaky Terminator cyborg from the future coming to hunt you down was the ever-present scowl heâs so fond of sharing.
Without ever taking his sight off of you, he glowered dryly to an unidentified listener, âWhy are they scratched up?â You see now the question is not for you, rather it's dedicated to the duo in charge of you. You peered down to see what he was referring to, only now understanding what he meant from the bruises beginning to bloom along your wrists and the miniscule scratches littering your forearms and neckline. None of them were deep enough to lance more than a couple drops of blood, but they were still oozing fresh from the nightâs escapades.
âThat wasnât from us! The students were dragging them back-and-forth between the halls before the teachers got a hold of them. You know how rough kids are with their toys.â Hawks quickly presented to the man. Smooth as ever. He strolled over to Endeavor to lean his elbow against the manâs bulky side, as if casually resting against an alleywayâs grimy brick wall. Although, with how stocky the pro was, youâre sure the feeling was probably akin. You watched Endeavor roll his eyes at the blond.
âIâm sure hurling them through a window had nothing to do with the scratches.â Endeavorâs sarcasm hung heavy in the air like too much icing on a dry piece of cake. It was obvious that his comedic side hadnât been brushed up on in awhile. He took the chance to use an unexpected gentleness to grasp your forearm and hold up the damaged skin to the duo as all the evidence he needed. You, not taking too kindly to being an item for presentation, pulled your arm away from him and held it close. Endeavor shot you a look of disappointment, but held in the trembling Armageddon he had planned. Hawks gave a weak chuckle, no doubt scrounging for a way to veer the conversation off them scaling the side of a building with you.
Endeavor decided to spare you for now, choosing to cross his arms and acknowledge only Hawks, âWhatâs their status? Who in the school is infected? How many are after them?â
You were starting to get sick of him completely ignoring the fact that you had your own voice to speak for your own wellbeing. âYou know I can speak for myself, right? Or have you forgotten that since we last hung out.â Hawks shot you a look that yelled âshut upâ like a parent two seconds away from scolding their child who is screaming in public. You didnât cower. You pressed on to challenge Endeavorâs authority.
âIâm aware. But I understand if I speak to you, youâll probably end up whining like a child to me. Wasting my time.â Endeavor threw no more than a half-hearted stern crinkle of his brows, and you pretty much could no longer hold back the bubbling anger swelling up in your chest.
âExcuse me! Itâs not âwhiningâ, itâs called âbeing a sane person with reasonable concernsâ. Also, no shit I would complain! Your little underlings were literally just fighting over who was going to kidnap me! That is a perfect reason to yell.â You waltzed your way in front of him to be a human barrier to get in the way of his sight being fixated on Hawks. You will make yourself heard against this bully. Screw it if he trained you, you donât just ignore someone youâre actively talking about when they are right in front of you! Itâs incredibly rude.
âI donât have time for this,â Endeavor rubbed temples with one hand. You wanted to rip his head off and shout from the rooftops into his eardrums. Maybe that would get your point through his thick skull.
âWow. First of all, fuck you,â That certainly caught his attention. His head snapped to look down at your defiance. His eyes bore that same look heâd struck Mirkoâs arm with before. Boiling hysteria and bitterness. Even though you physically felt the warmth of his internal temperature rise, and you recognized the panic Hawks held in his gob-smacked expression, you couldnât stop your big mouth from prattling on. Shoto probably would have laughed his ass off at your opposition to his father. That small support in the back of your mind made your confidence soar.
âSecond of all, you canât seriously think that I am going to be chill with anything you weiâ,â you couldnât finish your sentence before you were all of the sudden no longer touching the roof. The collar of your shirt had been snatched by Endeavorâs strong hand with no warning and hoisted high. You were now dangling limply a few feet off the ground. Keigo was squawking figuratively and literally, yanking on Endeavorâs arm to lower the leverage he held your body at. Rumi took a turn for the worst. Threats cranked out of her mouth as she reared up to kick him as hard as she could square in an area where the sun didn't shine. Maybe give him a taste of his own brutality. With an unyielding and unforgiving hold, he lifted you even higher with no strenuous effort. You yelped, swinging and writhing around to try escaping the brute strength of your foe. He brought you in close to look at you eye-to-eye, making sure your darting gaze has nowhere to turn to other than locking in to meet his own icy pair.
âYou will not speak to me like that again. Your attitude might be cute to the rest of these weak links, but I wonât let it go without correction. You show me respect, or we will both have to go through a punishment for you that neither of us will enjoy. This is your first and final warning.â Every word was uttered with nothing but truth. No twist of a joke in his tone, no shift in expression, nothing. Only a foreboding aura and the gravely tone that demanded full cooperation.
Every snappy response died on your tongue. You wanted to fight back, to sass all of them more, to tell him exactly what you thought of him to his stupid, scary faceâbut nothing came. You felt tears line your waterline, and you couldnât despise them more. Crying when faced with any kind of oppositionâŠwhat kind of hero does that make you? You couldnât explain why your mind drifted to Midoriya in this moment when all hope was lost.
You suppose itâs because you recall a day when the boy had tried to deny his waterworks and his friends carried his tears with grace and love. Deku had been sent off to his work-study with the man heâd called âSir Nighteyeâ. You didnât know much about the man, in all honesty, but you did know that one of the strongest students at UA had been training underneath him for some time. The sweet boy named Mirio who had come to meet your class and then single handedly swept you all in a twenty-to-one match. He was quite impressive, so the fact that Midoriya had been taken on to work alongside him was quite the honor!
However, Midoriya came back ratherâŠstartled, to say the least. He hardly participated in conversations held around him, didnât speak up during the lectures, and could barely choke down the food placed in front of him either. His eyes were clouded, a scrunched up twist pulled on his eyebrows like he was stuck in a maze of his own thoughts. He looked far into the distance yet couldnât process what was in front of him. It was scary. Where did the boy always eager to learn and help everyone drift off to? You wanted him back.
The situation came to a head one day at lunch when you were sitting across from the green-haired boy, Iida, and Shoto. Youâd all tucked into your meals when you noticed Midoriya had no intention of even attempting to stomach the spread. Shoto had shockingly tried to crack a very dry joke, and that seemed to wake the distant boy. After brushing off all of your concerns for the nth time, Iida finally challenged Dekuâs false reassurance. Heâd offered an ear to listen to the boyâs troubles. A simple gesture, most would assume, but it hit the boy hard. Midoriya had tried to keep it in, but the boy just couldnât hold back his emotionsâa fact of which you admired to this day. He tried to claim that heroes donât cry while he actively swiped away the drips trailing from his evergreen eyes, but you watched as Iida and Shoto shut down that statement quickly. Itâs such an easy thing to say but a hard skill to execute. Of course heroes cry! Anyone who doesnât when facing the nightmarish terrors that they do on a daily basis is lying or too stone cold to be considered human.
You watched as the boys bonded over the spilt emotions and a grin overtook your face the entire rest of the day. No one at that table knew what Deku was going through with poor Eri and the vile Overhaul situation. You hadnât a clue the true reason Iida had extended his hand to the shaken boy that day. But it didnât matter. Izuku let his tears and strength glow bright that day. Tears are a symbol of actually giving a shit in this world. Tears you shed are the wordless tale you share with the world. Speaking a thousand words in all different orders. A labyrinth that can be solved or failed, depending on how your own soul understands the riddle. Youâre still scouring that maze to comprehend your own salty snivels.
âUnderstood?â The three heroes stilled, waiting for your response. Wordlessly, you bit your lip to keep it from wobbling, looking away from the man to not give the satisfaction of his actions actually scaring you, and nodded. He gave a satisfied grunt of contempt and lowered you back down to the cement. Hawks flitted over to your side, checking you over. Mirko didnât exactly come running to you but she did make a point of standing in between Endeavor and you.
âYouâll see why we must do this soon, (Y/N). This life is just too risky for someone like you,â he looked like he wanted to say more to you, but held his tongue. You wished heâd just crawl back to whatever shithole he climbed out of and fester there for the atrocious attempt at playing the âcomfortingâ father role.
He meant it, you know. Enji sees you choose to not look beyond his past. Much like his sons. Not that he can blame any of you. But, for some reason, the abandonment of trust hurt more from you than it did Shoto.
Enji could tell you how many sidekicks heâs experienced come and go throughout his career. Does he remember the plebeians' names? No. Why should he? They left, so that must mean they didnât meet his standards. No big deal, another will take their place eventually. Itâs not his job to care about them or to remember them. However, he does remember you quite well. Truthfully, much to your surprise, before even your work-study together.
The first time heâd even sparred you a passing glance was during the Sports Festival in your first year. Truthfully, he didnât give a single damn about any students in the arena other than his son. Enji really only went to see if Shoto would finally stop this little rebellion of his by only using that wretched ice his doe-eyed wife blessed their son with. He wanted to see Shoto crack under the pressure and give inâfinally admit that the fire portion of his power was the stronger, more reliable half. He managed in his obsession to give some half-assed attention to the other one-on-one duels.
One of the fights he watched over was you against the ditzy girl from the Support Department, Mei something. Initially, he was going to walk away at such an uninteresting sounding fight, but he chose to linger. He saw you willingly agree to Mei flaunting her inventions to prospective buyers by using you as the demonstration device. Youâd effortlessly almost danced around her gadgetsâ tactics; playing the part of challenging foe, but never let her pin you in a dicey position. Youâd ended the fight by running her off the boundary line before time ran out, and both of you shared a hug as you parted waysâboth satisfied with you being the victor moving forward in the chain of fights and her having interested eyes witnessing her skill. Normally, a blatant show of mutual benefit would have him running for the hills. That wasnât a fight, neither of you put any effort into crushing your opponent to a pulp, which is what a real show of power was to his image of winning. Yet, he stayed. Not to watch anything that pink girl offered, only examining you bounce around with both your own strength and the might of your quirk. He wanted you to slip up. He wanted you to make a mistake so he could justify ditching the patetic battle, but you never did. You stayed light on your feet and still struck at your opponent a few times to show examples of the defense her âbabiesâ could provide to heroes.
Intriguing, is all he thought. He then stood and sauntered off until the second round.
The second round he watched Shoto, not as easily as he had hoped, defeat Midoriya. While he was filled with both gratification at Shoto caving into his carnal fire and enragement at that Izuku pest for giving his son the unwavering support to defy his hold over his son, he hardly realized your next battle had begun. It was against the vine girl from the Class Bâfirst losers, rather, to himâIbara. Unlike Meiâs challenge, you basically wiped the floor with the poor girl. You shot around the court, darting like a bat through an inky full-mooned sky, making sure to not give Ibara a chance to get the one up on you. You hardly let her breathe during the showdown, striking at her again and again from all angles. She was safe nowhere, even when hidden behind the viney defensive walls sprouting from her hair. Youâd ended it neat and clean with a swift shot of your quirk, landing her out of the arena. Triumphant, youâd moved up again, but you still remained humble while helping Ibara off of the ground with a bright smile and gifted her a sincere handshake. Youâd no doubt made a spectacle of yourself to the crowd and everyone watching at home, the loud cheer of encouragement erupting across the venue said just as much. Enji even hashed out a couple of light claps for your impressive display.
Your last battle was the nail in the coffin for Endeavor. You were finally fighting against his son. Of course, he was obviously rooting for Shoto to crush you, but heâd be lying if he said he wasnât looking forward to a nail-biting fight. He got just that. You two dove for each otherâice flung around the court in jagged peaks with you racing around the boy and firing off precisely aimed jabs of your own quirk. Blustering rushes of glacial wind flushed across the landscape. You two waltzed around in a deadly dance of effort and skill. Youâd make sure Shoto knew that you werenât to be cast aside like overlooked trash. You had grit, a will to make a name for yourself in the competitive world of heroes. You managed to last around two minutes in the ring together, which is phenomenal, considering his other battles didnât last more than a handful of seconds. In the end, Shoto had been the victor when he caught you off guard by using his ice on the floor. He swiftly created a haphazard ice rink and slid you out of bounds. You were too exhausted from abusing your quirk so much that afternoon against your other opponents that you couldnât stop your body from spinning out. Enji didnât miss the way Shoto practically dashed over to your side, helped you stand up, and offered his arm for you to hold as you shakily shuffled off the slick floor to a safer spot.
Though you lost, he hadnât forgotten how you gave his son a run for his money. You were very capable. Which is why he didnât hesitate allowing you to become a work-study of his under the guise of helping you and your other friends out. This plan he has is not only for the benefit of his own gains, but for Shotoâs as well. He knows his son cares for you, but he has to help you see that after all of the Purge nonsense. You two would be perfect togetherâthe perfect marriage of quirks. Of course, he tells himself that heâs not in this for the sole reason of having another powerful quirk added to his ranks. But it certainly helps him like you more.
You kept your eyes lowered, the lingering sting of defeat simmering behind your eyes and in your heart. You wanted to have an unwavering confidence like some of your classmates. You would never say this to Bakugou, but you truly did admire his ânever back downâ style. You had seen countless times how he barked in the faces of higher-ups, challenging their morals, their reasons for becoming heroes, and plans. It was as if he never agreed with anything they presented. The blond always had to shove his opinion into every decision made. You wanted to stare Endeavor straight in the eye as you stomped on his foot and make him see what you really thought of all their bullshit. But you couldnât. You didnât have it in you to ignore his authority. Guess thatâs why youâre still stuck up here on this stupid roof with people you donât want to be around, huh?
Hawks brushed back your hair, trying to examine your face for distress or injury, but all he could see was you not meeting his gaze. He wants to tell you he knows firsthand how hard this decision isâhell, even he has doubts relying on Endeavor and Mirko. He wants to say heâd be able to make this escape on his own with you. Hide you away alone so no one else has any clue where you are. That sounds like paradise to him. Alas, with so many high profiles after you now, there isnât a chance of him making it out with his head. If he broke the agreement he resentfully made with the two, then others would certainly turn against him.
Later. Heâll strike later. Donât you see? Thatâs why heâs playing the perfect little stepping stool. No one deserves you but himânot even his idol. His hero. Heâll make sure you know that too by the end of this night. Only a little longer of bearing the pretending and game of dress up, then heâll slip away with you in tow.
âHawks.â You heard Endeavor call out for the winged man. Daddyâs calling.
Hawks tilted your chin up so you were forced to look into his amber glow, and offered a caring smile. He hoped you could see the promise behind his eyes. The disgust masked behind a beaming smile was perfected for meeting delusional strangers and other worthless heroes. He gave Endeavor that smile, but not to you. You hoped the scowl you shot ripped his lungs out and left them rotting in a pile of maggot-riddled filth. How dare he give you such a carefree look after telling you he was going to steal away your entire life.
After Hawks walked over to converse with Endeavor, Mirko closed in. Not much was said between you two, but she did bump her hip against yours to knock you out of your own head. You turned to give her an offensive side eye, but she only fronted an unbothered look. You went to ignore her again, turning to face towards the men. However, you didnât get far as she decided to make her personal mission to annoy you. You felt a gentle poke into your side, ticklish and fleeting. You jumped, falling for the trap and glaring at her again. This time, she had a mild grin on her face. It was obvious your displeasure fueled her joy.
âYouâre cute when youâre trying to look mad,â she snorted, leaning back on her heels. She couldnât stop looking at you, and you saw her stare through your peripheral.
You scoffed, âTrying?â You faced forward to deny her yearning for your gaze.
âOf course. Iâve seen mad before, and youâre not at that level. Youâre justâŠpeeved. Disgruntled. Ew, no, that word is too ugly to describe you.â Mirko shook her head and stuck her tongue out at the mention of the synonym. You took a deep breath and settled in to focus on the men discussing back and forth.
She circled you like a shark lunging on for her prey, but you simply turned your head the opposite direction of where she was to avoid the confrontation.
âWhere you going, grumpy~?â Mirko easily caught on to your aversion. You noticed how her grin truly did resemble something shark-like. The thought crossed your mind if she was really half-bunny, or actually some predator in disguise masking the innocence of a rabbit. A wolf in sheepâs clothing
âIâm actually very interested in that bird over there. Would you look at that, itâs pretty far away.â You apathetically mused at the distant dot in the sky. You brushed her prodding away to daze off into the horizon, Mirkoâs words slowly being tossed into the heaping bin of memories you wouldnât document in your brain. Gazing across the landscape of the dark treeline surrounding UA and the few standing buildings nearby, your eyes scanning the moonlit metal of the nearby rooftops. But something else glistening on the roof caught your eye too. Something moving.
You watched it shift and reflect the moonâs rays from across the neighboring rooftop. You squinted, trying to catch exactly what was skulking around in the dark, but it strayed just beyond your sight. Whatever it was, it wanted to stay hidden.
âAbsolutely not.â Endeavorâs thunderous voice startled you from your scouting. Hawks turned his head to see if you had noticed the manâs tantrumâno shit youâd notice that barbaric yell from the bruteâand, in seeing your alarm, sighed. He scooted closer to the mammoth of a man, turning his back to you. You strained your ears to hear the mumbling.
âYou donât have to tell me itâs not idealâI know thatâbut what other choice do you think we have?â Was all you could hear before Hawksâ voice became too faint to make out comprehensible words.
You then remembered your little âfriendâ in the shadows. You shot your head back to its previous position to confront the adversary. Nothing. You searched and searched the silent building, but nothing. You wanted to tell yourself that it was just your mind playing tricks in the dark, but on tonight of all nights, you knew better than to downplay your concern.
Finally acknowledging Mirko, you questioned her, âDo you see anything on that roof over there?â
She gave you an unimpressed deadpan, âSeriously? You're trying the âoh my gosh, whatâs that over there!â trick?â
âWhaâno!â You looked offended, but you felt a cold sweat on the side of your forehead. Inside, you knew youâd probably have tried that trick sooner rather than later, and you've got to hand it to her. She knows you well.
Before you could try to explain your reasoning, a raging flame shot to strike Hawks and Endeavor.
Miraculously, Hawksâ reflexes were quick enough to shove Endeavor and himself out of the way of the surprise attack before someone was set ablaze. The smell of burning hair permeated the area although, and you looked over to catch a glimpse of a portion of Hawksâ right wing being singed into charred black wisps. Mirko reacted nearly faster than Hawks did, grabbing your waist and maneuvering you back from the fire. It was you and Mirko parted from Hawks and Endeavor far on the opposite side of the roof.
âWhat the hell?â Mirko grit her teeth at the attack. Psychos getting in the way of her time with you, what a joke. Such a waste of time. She just wants to run off and find somewhere to keep you for the rest of the Purge, yet these shitty obstacles just canât seem to get enough of you. She was going to rip them limb from limb for taking her attention off of you.
You stood with no complaint in her arms, not minding her taking the lead of your protection. You still couldnât see who caused the disruption, but you would soon wonder no longer.
âYouâre slow today, Endeavor. What? Off your game or something?â A seedy voice echoed across the way. Male, deep, commanding. You watched as the foe came to stand at the edge of the railing. Your eyes dilated at the sight. Your breath caught in your throat. Youâd only cared to remember this man as the one who, with the rest of his party, ruined your training camp over the summer and kidnapped your classmate, Bakugou.
Youâre shot into the past as you recount that horrible night. It had been such a great start to the day. Youâd been working hard with all of your friends, aiming to better improve the longevity and resilience of all your quirks. Youâd nearly tuckered yourselves out when the hero Pixie-Bob said you all had one more challenge to face before bed. The Test of Courage. It began as traditionally as any silly game teenagers played in the dark did. Then it all came crashing down at the faint, then quickly overwhelming, scent of smoke. You remember being there in that midnight-black forest, you remembered how excited youâd been at the started of that stupid game youâd agreed to play, you remember the fire that infested the trees and burnt the pretty flowers and bushes to wisps of charcoal ash, you remembered the terror and fear of being lost in said woods before Deku found you wandering alone. You remember locking eyes with the man who stoked the fires. A spearing turquoise. Youâd seen a blue so vibrant like that only once before. Youâd found that hypnotic color in Shotoâs left eye. Though, Shoto was a much kinder soul than the monster these captivating eyes were attached to.
In the present, youâre wrung back into that same terror as you watched his black leather trench coat gently sway in the breeze, a glinting bicep catching your eye. The metal cuffs shone from the full light of the moon along with the many staples running up and down the sleeves. He was too far away to discern an exact facial expression, but you could blatantly see the large patch of marred, burned flesh dominating the lower half of his face. The leathery substance was roughly connected to what remained of his skin untouched by flame, stitched up with bloody staples. The way it was sutured made his face forever appear as if strung upwards to mimic a sickening Cheshire grin. You wanted to say he was only generally looking around the roof, but you knew better. The villain was practically drilling daggers into you with how much he was staring. No, you couldnât just say he was any old random villain; you knew his name. Dabi.
More bodies moved out from behind him to occupy the opposing roof. All you heard from them was laughter and unflattering comments nagged at the pro heroes.
âWow, theyâre even cuter this close~! Much better than in the crappy photos you guys took, Shiggy~,â A much higher pitched voice exhaled in an almost loving sigh. Their blonde hair was cinched up in two tangled space buns, but the mess was an intentional look. The loose strands were slicked into spikes. Cutesy and feminine, a happy aura surrounded her, but you knew better. She draped herself over the railing as if in her own ditzy world. You would have believed it was a fainting couch with how dramatically she had laid over the scenery. Much like Dabi, the girl couldnât take her gaze off of you, but she made her presence known.
âHiiii, (N/N)~~! Are the big, scary pro heroes getting in the way again? Donât worry, cutie! Iâll take care of âem, hehe~!â Himiko Toga, you believe thatâs what Aizawa said her name was, called out to you like she was the Romeo to your Juilet. Youâre sure she believed that too. Youâd heard Ochaco talk about her to you guys after the training camp. She told you about how the girl tackled Tsuyu and used these specialized needles to draw out blood from her victims. Uraraka experienced the threat head on as the girl had jammed one of her needles straight into her thigh with little apprehension.
Uraraka told you how obsessed the girl was with blood, a crazed look in her eye when the red substance came about. She said she loved her, loved her so much that she wanted to turn into her! Deku even chimed in and said the girl shouted to him delusional fantasies of wanting him to be her boyfriend. At the time, all you could do was shiver and brush off the fear the conversation brought by claiming she was âjust another crazed lunaticâ. Well, now that the girl is staring you down with her own redden irises, you felt your tongue shrivel up in your throat.
âBloodied and carved up is the only way any of these nobody pro heroes could ever look cute. Though, the one daring to hold onto my darling definitely wonât be leaving here alive.â She sneered, completely flipping her personality into one of seething hate and disgust when she gazed upon Mirko. Togaâs rage could be felt from a mile away, and you felt Mirko hold onto you tighter.
âToga, knock it off,â the green lizard man with the draping red scarf hollered at her, âweâve got a job to do.â Though it was hard to see, you noticed the way his eyes would drift to you and quickly look away. Like he was nervous. Shy? The large clump of weapons taped and glued together as his arsenal seemed deadly but ineffective all in one. However, he moved rather quickly on his feet despite the added weight.
âWow, such a beauty! Ugh, what an attention-seeker!â The same voice shouted two opposing sentences from across the way. You looked over and saw a man wearing a black and gray spandex suit, clutching the railing while waving his arm around. After yelling, it looked like one of his arms had a mind of its own as it grabbed his neck. It appeared to be he was trying to strangle himself with one hand, while the other hand sprung into action to stop the strangling. It was an odd battle of each arm trying to wrestle each other, as his head kept whipping back and forth shouting insults atâŠhimself? Youâre not entirely sure whatâs going on there, but you hope he wonât start to try injuring himself with weapons next.
âHmm, I agree with your first sentence, Twice. Do try to not scare our guest away so soon.â A regal tone stood out through the other membersâ silliness. You wonder how much backup did these guys bring as a tall figure in a creamsicle colored jacket walked to the edge of the railing. His height was enhanced with a dark brown top hat he donned and the fancy cane held at his side. The most notable feature of his was the mask he hid behind. Marble man. You couldnât remember his name, but you certainly remembered the way he trapped Tokoyami and Bakugou when he tried to run away with them in his grasp. You felt bubbling heat rise in your chest. Betrayal and resentment all wrapped into one swirl of hurt leaving a suffocating dead weight on your chest.
âDabi, keep your shit under control or go back to the base. Get your asses moving. Weâre here to take and leave, so donât fuck this up for me.â An unseen voice was heard from further back on the roof. However, whoever it was got the lot of them hurrying off. Groaned complaints and witty remarks were heard, mostly from the black-haired male, but they soon fizzled out. You kept looking for where they were going, but soon you couldnât see anyone anymore. It was silent yet again.
âSorry, darling, but we donât have time to stay and find out what happens next.â That is all Mirko said to you before she bent down to pull you up into her arms. Though, she didnât move that far.
âMIRKO, BEHIND!â You heard Endeavor yell out to the woman in concern. You heard it before you saw it. A goopy, unnatural, burbling sound came from behind your form. You didnât have a chance to turn around before a platform leather boot kicked Mirkoâs crouched body away with little effort. She skidded across the cement, nearly all the way back to where Hawks and Endeavor were standing. You wanted to call out for her, ask if she was okay. As much as youâd felt unapologetic rage for how theyâd decided to take your life away from you, you still cared about them. You probably gave them too much of your heart, but theyâre still your mentors. The people you've looked up to for years in your training to become a hero. Right now, you didnât want to be alone, as much as youâd begged for it in your mind tonight. Not with the threat of the League of Villains being what youâd have to face on your own.
You heard a sinister giggle from over your shoulder, and felt a calloused hand grasp your shoulder. Without warning, the memories youâd vaulted away with lock and key of the horrible training camp incident came flooding back with greater force than before.
That night, Izuku had found you. Tears dripped down your face as you hacked up a lung from the smoke in the air. If heâd found you any later, youâd probably have been passed out from the lack of oxygen. You ran alongside him, trying to find your way back to the rest of the class, toward any sign of a familiar face. After fleeing, youâd soon found the little boy who originally came with the Wild Wild Pussycats, Kota, with a villain in tow. Deku fought against the mammoth of a man who went by Muscular while you protected Kota from the falling rubble and terrain. After nearly getting thrown a million miles away, Izuku finally got the upperhand on the man, and knocked out the behemoth villain. You fled into the forest again, and after dropping Kota off with Mr. Aizawa and fending off Spinner to save Mandalay, you soon find Shoji and Tokoyami. However, Tokoyami could have been in better shape, as he was now overtaken by Dark Shadowâs power. Shoji explained that he and Tokoyami were attacked by a villain named Moonfish, which resulted in Tokoyami trying to use Dark Shadow to protect them, but Dark Shadowâs desire to take the reins was too great. Dark Shadow was destroying the forest in their rage, but Izuku was quick on his feet to think of using Dark Shadow to your advantage to help protect Bakugou from the villains as well.
You three lead Dark Shadow through the woods, and end up running into Bakugou and Todoroki who are facing off against the villain who tried to attack Shoji and Tokoyami before. Dark Shadow descended and made easy work of clobbering Moonfish, and the boys used their fiery quirks to release Tokoyami from Dark Shadowâs control. All of you hurried off in the direction of the facility, running into Tsuyu and Ochaco whoâd been fighting off Himiko before she fled, and your large group prepared to get back safely as âBakugou Protection Squadâ. You didnât get far as you finally noticed that Bakugou and Tokoyami were missing. The marble guy revealed himself and the Leagueâs plan to take the boys hostage. He flew off, but the girls helped you, Shoto, Shoji, and Izuku fly to catch up to the villain.
You tackled Compress out of the sky, and fended off Twice alongside Shoto when the League fought against you. As you tried to run off as Shoji had yelled for you and Shoto to do, the warp user, Kurogiri, had stopped your escape. When Compress had shown the marbles of your friends being trapped, you saw red. You couldnât let them be taken, you just couldnât. It was the miracle that Aoyamaâs precise shot of his Naval Laser to Compressâ face that gave you the chance you needed to save the boys.
Shoji had successfully nabbed Tokoyamiâs marble, and now it was up to Shoto and you grab Bakugouâs. You were so close, just inches away, before he was ripped from you again. It was the scarred hands of the fire user that flooded your vision. You fell to the ground, empty-handed and desperately looking up at the man searching for any weakness in his grasp to steal the tiny blue-tinted glass ball from him. But it was too late.
It was an extra bit of tortureâone that Dabi made sure you guys knew was on purposeâto release Bakugou from the marble so he could watch your failure. You saw the fear swimming in his red irises as he looked at you, the stiffness in his stance, the slight shake of his hands. He looked soâŠhelpless. Youâd never seen the boy in such a state of despair before. It was haunting. You stood on shaky fawn-like legs, ready to tear that villain apart with your bare hands, no Quirk needed. You wanted to make him pay for the suffering he put not only your class, but what he put everyone at the camp through tonight. But you were stopped with a gentle embrace.
Shoto had looped his arms around your midsection in a cage. You twisted back to yell at him to let you go, to let you save your friend, but his gaze gave his answer to your plea. He knew you couldnât win. One eye filled with a harsh, cold steel of an unforgiving bind and the other swimming with a depth that rivaled even the oceanâs own fullness, you knew he wouldnât let you go. You thrashed and screamed against Shoto, not believing you wouldnât come out victorious in this suicide mission. You unconsciously looked at Bakugou for aid, and it was a cruel reminder that he could save you no more. Both of you being held against your will, both of you screaming for helpâone screaming bloody murder, one silent as a moonless night. The savior trying to go where the victim was being taken, but the victim commanding them to stay behind.
Youâll never forget the emptiness after Bakugou was fully snatched through the portal. Youâll never forget collapsing to the dirt beside Deku, Shotoâs arm still chained tightly around your middle, and wailing your heart out.
Youâll never forgive the satisfied gleam in that evil manâs eye. Never.
Except it wasnât Dabiâs hand this time. You looked at the pale flesh, graying and roughed from years of neglect and self hate. The fingernails were chipped and appeared to be chewed with anxiety-ridden coping. Beneath the nails looked like theyâd been clawing at a cement wall, dried blood caked underneath the unmanicured bits. The twitching pinky finger dangling frivolously above the target of your shoulder made your blood run cold.
âMiss me?â Tomura Shigaraki mumbled into your ear with a snarl. Youâre sure you were shaking, but you couldnât feel anything other than the stuttery breaths you took in and out. You could only focus on the lone finger judging the worth of your entire life. One movement too erratic and youâre nothing more than a pile of ash sitting in his rotten hands. You saw Endeavorâs mouth moving, he was definitely addressing the villain, but neither of you were paying attention to the fuming man.
âStaying to chat would be fun, but I think Iâll let them do the talking for me. I would rather spend my breath talking to (Y/N) than you losers.â Shigaraki rolled his eyes. He guided you to step aside, and you reluctantly shifted. A sloshing sounded as Kurogiriâs portal grew to be much larger. Once the portal stretched high enough, a figure swished through. They shouldnât be here. How can they get onto UAâs premises? Doesnât this place have some kind of security measure to protect the kids, damnit?!
As if he could read your mind, he chuckled to himself, âSo nice that UAâs defenses are down for the Purge. So much easier to ransack this place when I can toss a couple of these guys onto the front lawn. Makes this boss fight a clean sweep.â Out from the portal stepped a massive monster youâd come to know as one of Shigarakiâs playthings, a Nomu.
Youâd seen a couple before, namely at the USJ when All Might defeated the beast nearly single-handedly and during the time you saved Bakugou from the League and All for One, but you had never been so close that you could reach out and touch it. As it lumbered past you, you could almost taste the horrifying aura it carried. The violence just itching to break out of its skin. Its body was barely keeping the violence it desires at bay. It was easy to tell how badly the creature wanted to claw the heroes to shreds, the short gasp-like breaths it took, and the stomach-turning visual of its exposed brain and nerve endings. Its unblinking eyes held no emotion. No malice, no joy. Nothing. Youâd think it was an impressively realistic Halloween animatronic if it hadnât just shambled past you.
Then, as if this situation couldnât get any better, a second one appeared from beyond the portal. A carbon-copy of the first, just as horrifying, just as deadly. Then a third. Three of those monstrosities stood in front of you like an impenetrable wall. The barrier of such an evil force left you feeling light headed. This canât be happening.
âHave fun, heroes! Donât come looking for them, unless youâre looking to free up some space on the Hero Billboard Chart. Would be a shame if some of Japanâs finest didnât make it through the Purge, huh?â Shigaraki called out to them with a scratchy cackle. You watched the three pros prep their Quirks and bodies for the fight to come, you then heard banging from the doors of the rooftop. The doors must have been locked as you heard a hell of a ruckus behind it. Though it was a multitude of voices, deep and high pitched, and lots of them. You wondered who it could be. Your teachers? Had they chased after the pros and were intent on winning you back? Or could it beâŠ
Oh no.
Wait. They shouldn't come up here. Please. Not with these things here, not now. The Nomus had no remorse, no moral compass. Theyâd kill your classmates right where they stood.
âNoâŠwait, my friends are still here. Pleaseâ,â this was the only sliver of argument that you posed against Shigaraki, with a shaking lip and a strip of silver tears lining your lower lash line. He revealed in your fear to oppose him.
âReally? Hmm. Perfect.â Shigaraki smiled a repulsive grin at you, his wrinkled red and slightly pink eyes filled with more bloodlust than youâve known before. He began pulling you back by the shoulder, but you chose to fight. Yanking yourself forward before a different set of hands gripped your arms, your other shoulder, and your waist. You wrung your body left and right, and you felt closer to Bakugou than you ever have before. Trapped and alone, with no foreseeable aid.
Doors banged and the yelling grew louder.
Slimy drool dripped from the blood-thirst Nomusâ mouths onto the cement floor. Frothed mouths itching to latch onto body parts and tear them off.
Hawks, Mirko, and Endeavor had looks of pure panic as they could only watch you getting dragged away. Not because of the threat of the Nomus, but because they were losing you yet again.
Your screams for mercy were only acknowledged by a calloused grasp, minus the pinky, clamping over your mouth.
And just like that, you were gone.
~ To Be Continued⊠~
Far away from the light of the outside world, a dark figure resided in the shadows. A large television took up nearly the entire landscape of their wall, illuminating their body with its harsh glow. A smirk lined their lips, entertained with the events unfolding on that fateful rooftop. Multiple cameras showed all angles of the fight, of their disobedience, of their foolishness.
Not you! Heavens no, not you! Never you. You were perfect, always. Always the perfect little damsel in distress. Always the most entertaining morsel. Delicate and bold at the same time. A real palette cleanser from all the other despicable acts theyâve seen before. Theyâve had a lifetime and then some to experience the tiresome, dreadfully boring reality theyâve come to unwilling terms with. However, you certainly add a wonderful zing of sweetness and spice to the otherwise flavorless mush theyâve known life to taste like. They want more.
They watched the despair fill your mind, how distraught you became over the mess theyâd created. They saw your beautiful eyes, so teary and wide. So much innocence and hope for this crumbling world held inside them.
They stood, brushing off the dust from their clothes, and walked towards the door that caged them inside. Oh, how wonderful it will be to meet you again. Properly, this time.
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shitty mha doodles w the headcanon generator pt 2 :33
#art#artwork#illustrator#silly doodles#mha headcanons#mha midoriya#mha deku#mha bkdk#mha bakugou#mha fanart#mha#bakugou katsuki#izuku midoriya#headcanon generator#mha dabi#touya todoroki#shigaraki tomura#mha aizawa#aizawa shouta#erasermic#present mic#hitoshi shinsou#aoyama yuuga#league of villains#toga himiko#big three#tamaki amajiki#togata mirio#nejire hado#mezo shoji
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Mha "could've been canon" quotes/scenarios
Fake Deku: *walks into the common room and over to Katsuki*
Fake Deku: "Hey Bakugou! Want to go spa-"
Half of class 1 a: *suddenly jumps the fake deku*
Fake Deku: "Wait! What are you guys doing! Get off me!"
Ochako: "Cut the bullshit, we know you're not Deku"
Fake Deku: *detransforms into some random villain*
Villain: "But how? I haven't done anything out of the ordinary!"
Todoroki: "Midoriya never calls Bakugou, Bakugou"
Tenya: "In fact we're not entirely sure he knows how to say Bakugo's real name"
Katsuki: Besides, danger sense would have alerted Izuku before everyone jumped you and gotten out of the way. So really you're just stupid"
Jirou: "Wait, sense this guy isn't Deku-"
Momo: "Where's the real one!?"
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Meanwhile at the villain's hideout:
Izuku: "So you see, you can be whatever you want to be, you don't have to be a villain"
Villain 1: *sniffling* "That's so deep man"
Villain 2: *crying* "No one's ever told us that before! Thank you!"
Villain 3: *sobbing uncontrollably* "Thank you so much! Im gonna turn my whole life around now, I promise!"
Villain 4: *sitting in a corner contemplating their life choices and having a mental crisis*
Izuku: *slightly flustered* "There's really no need to thank me! You guys should have been told all this from the beginning!"
All four villains: *thinking* 'And he's humble too!'
âââââââ
Back at UA:
Aizawa: "So you mean to tell me he's been missing for FIVE HOURS!?"
Katsuki: *frustrated sigh* Yeah"
Aizawa: *insert groan of dissapointed and frustration*
Aizawa's phone: *rings*
Aizawa: "What!?"
Villain 1: "Um, is this Erasurehead?"
Aizawa: "Yes, what do want? I'm in the middle of important business!"
Villain 1: "Well, you see, we have one of your students, Midoriya, and we want to know where we should drop him off at?"
Aizawa: "...."
Aizawa: "What do mean 'drop him off at'"?
Villain 1: Well, he kind of gave us a talk about how we don't need to be villains and now we all feel bad about the stuff we did and want to give him back to you"
Aizawa: *sighs tiredly while dragging his hand down his face*
Aizawa: "Meet me at the abandoned choclate factory over on 15th street"
Villain 1: "Okay! Yeah, we can do that and I just want to say how sorry we are for kidnapping him! We're fully expecting to be arrested when we get there, so don't worry about us putting up a fight"
Aizawa: *sighs tiredly and hangs up*
Katsuki who listened to the whole conversation on speaker phone: "So he did it again?"
Aizawa: "Yup."
Katsuki: "And now you have to call the police and do more paperwork than you want to?"
Aizawa: "Yup."
Katsuki: "Want me to go with you to pick him up or..."
Aizawa: "Yes, lord knows he's gonna need someone to talk to on the way back and I cannot deal with him right now."
Katsuki: "So... what do we do with this guy?"
Katsuki: *jabs finger towards the shapeshifing villain who is tied and gagged with sero's tape snd spewing muffled curses at them*
Aizawa:"Hand him over to campus security and let them take care of him"
Katsuki: *nods and drags the screaming villain out the door with him*
Aizawa: "Im getting too old for this"
âââââ
Later at the abandoned Chocolate Factory:
Aizawa, Katsuki, and a handful of cops walk into the Factory:
Izuku: *jumping up and down while waving his hand*
Cops: *rush over to arrest the villains*
Izuku: "Sensei! Kacchan!! Over here!"
Katsuki: "We know, idiot! We aren't blind!"
Villain 1 being arrested: *whispering* That's 'Kacchan'? I thought he'd be nicer"
Villains 2-4 also being arrested: *nod in agreement*
Izuku: *bounds over to Aizawa and Katsuki*
Izuku: "Sensei! Kacchan! You're not going to believe the day I've had!"
Izuku: *begins rambling*
Aizawa looks tiredly at Katsuki: "You take care of him, I have a big enough headache as it is"
Katsuki: *nods and turns back to listen to Izuku's rant and scold him for being reckless and getting in trouble again*
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#So this started out as the first two segments#And then it kind of spiraled from there#đ
#mha#mha incorrect quotes#bnha#bakudeku#Kind of?#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bakugou katsuki#izuku midoriya#Izuku Midoriya is the problem child#Izuku Midoriya problems#This boy can't go anywhere witnout something happening to him#aizawa shouta#dadzawa#Tired dad Shouta#class 1a#Izuku definitely can't pronounce âKatsukiâ#bakugo katsuki#midoriya izuku#bkdk#Mha âcould've been canonâ quotes/scenarios#Izuku has talk-no-jit-tsu#He definitely watched naruto as a kid#And now thinks that's how you're supposed to deal with most villains#He also knows that if that doesn't work you should just summon your power and beat the crap out of them
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#look who's back#back again#that's right it's everyone's favourite villain mic#congrats to me for drawing Aizawa for once#he's got a lot of potential for cool artwork but I hate drawing him so it is all for nothing#guess who spent too much money on Pokemon cards this month#loudspeaker au#bnha#villain!mic#hizashi yamada#shouta aizawa#present mic#mha au
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So I was watching Hazbin Hotel (which is streaming on prime video) and I was thinking how hilarious it would be if the pro heroes Fatgum, Aizawa, Mirko, (or Hawks) had a S/O who has a quirk like Nifty (which by the way, is my favorite character in Hazbin hotelđ
) she is kindhearted, but there are times that she says messed up shit to freak out the heroes and the LOV love her for itđ€Ł
Guess who's back! I was on break for writing my book, so sorry for the delay. and once again, I don't do romance but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. also, this is so short, I'm so sorry, I don't really do senarios for this one reason.
for my poor boy fatgum, it's gotten to the point where he has to keep you on a leash!
but he's actually quite indifferent to it, rather opting to let you let hell loose on whomever you want to.
sometimes he does get a tad bit fed up with your antics but at the end of the day, you're one of his favorite people ever. not because you're useful or powerful, it's just that he holds you dear for being who you are.
a monster.
y'know, at first Aizawa used to actually think you were high on coffee and monster energy so he was actually quite suprised when he learned that... you're just like that.
but no seriously, he had you take multiple drug tests to be sure, lord knows what's in your veins.
but as long as you can shut up when he wants to sleep, he acutally quite likes you.
as a primarily night patroling hero, it's nice to see someone with so much energy and kindness.
in the end, he quite likes you, he probably kill for you.
NO BECUASE SHE ACTUALLY HAS THE POWER TO KEEP UP WIHT YOU SSTOOOOP.
chases you around town when you try and make a run for it
hypes you up whenever you get excited
MATCHES YOUR FREAK LIEK THE GODDESS SHE IS
ha sand will again kick someone to the moon if the DARE judge you.
he is actually a mix of Fatgum and miruko.
while he does indulge in your little freaky stunts he also known when to be professional and act differently.
and he will always introduce you as "my favorite weirdo."
he's just happy to be with you.
takes you out on late night fly's whenever you get that burst of energy during the night.
sweet bird boy.
BONUS! LOV!
has kidnapped you 8 times now with the sole purpose of recruiting you to the LOV!!!
they genuinely think you're a villain (maybe you are!) and that you're secretly on their side and are playing around with the hero's just because.
no seriously, try and tell them that you're not a villain they say something like "yeeeeahhh, sureeee. *wink* *wink*"
but they actually really enjoy you're company, you're invited on their weekly schemes and they always hope that you'll come.
Toga loves you the most but the others really like you because you always think a way to irk their most hated hero's.
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The league all bored in the car, asking each other questions.
Spinner: âIf you had to fuck a heroââ
Shigaraki: âEraserhead.â
Spinner: ââupâŠ. If you had to fuck a hero up⊠who would it be?â
Shigaraki: âOh.â
#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#mha#league of villains#shigaraki#tomura#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#spinner#shuichi iguchi#bnha spinner#mha spinner#eraserhead#Aizawa#shouta aizawa#aizawa shouta
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My Hero Academia AU: I Know How It Works
An Ambush Simulation Sequel. Minor trigger warning for self-deprecating PTSD references.
Legend has it Mr. Compress still can't find his way out of the woods. But give him credit for calling for help even though he knew Dabi was probably gonna be an ass about it.
Aizawa was my favorite part of drawing this one. Dabi may not be a villain in this AU, but heâs still an exhausting person to deal with, and the job seems to have been once again delegated to the usual crazy person wrangler.
"Kid, who hurt you? Give me a name."
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If you missed Part 1 of Ambush Simulation and are confused about the orange fire instead of the blue, Dabi has gone and turned the temp down for the purposes of not being identified.
The relative humidity and the soil moisture are both factors that affect forest fires. Happy, hydrated plants don't burn easily.
There is also a method to the madness behind the forest fire aside from scare tactic. After UAâs summer camp, the Wild, Wild Pussycats are planning on hosting a class on forest restoration after wildfires for people with plant-based Quirks. So they were planning on burning part of the forest down anyway.
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Aizawa: SoâŠyour brotherââ
Shouto:Â What I can tell you is he has no fear, no sense, and no restraint, but otherwise my oldest brother is an enigma my family has given up on trying to understand, and itâs probably best if the rest of the world follows our lead.
#my hero academia#comic#alternate universe#touya todoroki#shota aizawa#dabi#mr compress#sako atsuhiro#dadzawa#a tree is a tree!#vanguard action squad#vigilantes#league of villains#ambush simulation#pixie bob#ryuko tsuchikawa#lov#boku no hero academia#bnha#mha#fanart#my hero academia fanart
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My Hero Academia - "Look At Me."
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#touya todoroki#shoto todoroki#shouto todoroki#enji todoroki#mha#bnha#dabi todoroki#dabi#league of villains#fuyumi todoroki#natsuo todoroki#rei todoroki#todoroki family#deku#izuku midoriya#bakugou katsuki#aizawa#present mic#class1a#ua#endeavor
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Since mha is ending...the Fandom will still be here right...? I cannot be left here alone with my tears...đ„čđ„č
The fanfics
The artist
The incorrect quotes
...Yall still be here right...?
#aizawa#aizawa shota#present mic x reader#present mic#amajiki tamaki#villain present mic#hizashi yamada x reader#yamada hizashi#mha snipe#mha#my hero academia#mha deku#bakugou katsuki#the rest of them#ERI
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i think we as a fandom are blessed with amount of characters and foggy dynamic between them because it gives us so many opportunities for shipping.
you like enemies to lovers? here you go dabihawks
you into high school sweethearts? no problem erasermic
you like kinda bratty dynamic? shigadabi
opposite attraction? shinkami
introvert/extrovert? tododeku
age gap? aideku
polyamory? erasercloudmic
the same thing goes with headcanons
uraraka is bi? no problem. toga's lesbian? okay. aizawa's aroace? i can see this. league of villains is in queer platonic relationship? cool
brilliant that's just brilliant and I LOVE THIS FREEDOM SO MUCH
#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#dabihawks#erasermic#shigadabi#aideku#shinkami#tododeku#erasercloudmic#mha headcanons#ochako uraraka#aizawa shouta#league of villains#toga himiko
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HHEEELLLOOOOOO for all my peeps who havenât seen this, thereâs an absolutely baller group of works by @zylasweetbean and @aimportantdragoncollector about humans as space orcs!!! Itâs super sick and yâall should totally read it (I for one am absolute OBSESSED with it), also hereâs art for the fics Iâve made :)
#humans are space orcs#midoriya izuku#digital art#art#fanart#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#all for one#au#aizawa shota#all might#yagi toshinori#tomura shigaraki#league of villains
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Oh these are really fun to make actually
#all might#yagi toshinori#shadow might#young might#smol might#eraserhead#villain all might#all smite#dad might#midoriya izuku#mha deku#uraraka ochacho#uravity#aizawa shota
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Midoriya's Delusion
This is post that builds upon my previous one, I've copied many of the points I made there to here. Albiet with some corrections and tweaks.
To summarize, I have a bit of a crack theory that chapter 430 isn't as real as we've been led to believe. (As for when this actually takes place, that's up to you but I like to imagine the start of his third year marks the beginning of his mental decline.)
(As an update, I find it dubious whether 8 years have actually passed or if that's also a part of the fantasy. I can see Midoriya becoming so attached to the lie that his reference of time begins to warp)
This theory mostly comes from some inconsistencies in regards to the hero rankings and some other things I've found.
Corrections:
It's left ambiguous whether Best Jeanist and Endeavor are still active. However the fact that people view these two in a postive light (especially after Dabi and the war) still seems absurd.
2. Midoriya wasn't outright abandoned, rather their busy schedules make it hard for their days off to coincide. This falls apart when you look at this panel
"The rate of new villains keep decreasing and the number of heroes have stabilized"
Besides Ochaco who's funding a quirk counseling project, the rest of the class should be able to make time. Again it's stated that they aren't actually fighting.
There's no real threat to face. Besides PR and Community Service there's bot a whole lot else (besides the occasional natural disaster)
One could argue it's because the scope of what heroes do is increasing, thus keeping them busy. But again, we see heroes doing exactly what they did before, PR, Advertising and (implied) Showboating.
This leads me to believe that the lack of contact is based in reality, to some extent.
Whether it was by choice or forced by their (1A's) respective PR teams to preserve their images (can't be seen around the "freaks" for too long, now can we?).
The lie comes in the form of busy schedules.
Now whether that's what Midoriya tells himself or what he's been told, I cannot say for certain.
Disturbia:
For those of you who didn't read my last post, you may be wondering, so what's going on?.
Simply put:
Midoriya's having a breakdown fantasy to cope with the fact that he won't be becoming a hero due to the loss of his quirk.
Im aware it sounds crazy but consider the following:
1. Midoriya subconsciously knows the way he's been treated was wrong.
This manifests within the escapists fantasy in Bakugo's drop in the rankings + the attitude surrounding him (as well as his damaged hand never fully healing)
He meets a kid who just so happens to be in a near exact same position as he once* was (and still is to an extent). One could take this as his mind's way of trying to cope and heal itself, by having Midoriya do what he does best and help others, henceforth working though his trauma by using the kid as a stand in.
*Even the kid's "bully" seems to be a warped version of Bakugo (perhaps this is how Midoriya tries to fool himself into believing how it was)
2. We see Kota.
I believe that here, Kota serves as what Midoriya thinks he could have been had he not failed. Kota is the idealized version of Midoriya here, the unobtainable.
3. A lesson ignored
Apparently people forgot the connection between Endeavor and Shoto. You'd think this would be a good thing as Shoto would be able to become his own person.
This falls flat when you remember that also includes people forgetting the reason and happenings behind Shoto's existence, it feels like Midoriya is trying to have his cake and eat it too
To elaborate, this is a major copout, it allows Shouto to be unaffected by his family's past bith career wise and emotionally. While also feeding into Midoriya's rather toxic belief that forgiveness is required to be a good person.
(The fact that killing Tomura violated this only adds to my theory that this whole thing is an escapist coping mechanism.)
(You can also add the idea that Tomura didn't forgive society for what they did to him and his friends. That likely broke all the "rules" that Midoriya knew.)
4. The Mech Suit is a massive cope, it's the dying whimper of Midoriya's childish hope that All Might will save the day.
This time there's no magic quirk, no garrish mech suit, no plot twist.
No. There's only Midoriya and the consequences of his, his classmates and hero societies actions. It doesn't matter how shiny and seamless the illusion, how sweet the lie.
You can't hide the blood.
Concerning Aspects:
That was mostly the revised stuff, let me introduce you to some new points
1. A Frozen Lake
Something I noticed was certain characters seem to be almost frozen in time, as if someone tried to continue a story using scraps of the original text.
The curious case of Rei Himura:
This scene seems almost stagnant, what was most noticeable was Enji's bandages still being on and Rei still being there.
It's as if Midoriya hasn't seen them in years (or perhaps doesn't want to acknowledge what happened). So his mind uses what he last saw/heard of them, creating a sterile, static scenario. Little better than props.
Those surrounding her (with the exception of Hawks) also seem to be stuck in the past.
It's definitely strange.
2. See No Evil, Hear no Evil, Speak No Evil
Shigaraki is a representation of Midoriya's repressed guilt and his fears. I believe deep down Midoriya knows that, inevitably the cycle will repeat, so long as the system is allowed fester and wallow in it's complancy.
I find the fact that he's behind Midoriya to be ironic, as if to say: don't look back, don't think about what you've done.
A Symbol of Stagnation:
I should warn you that it does get lengthy from here, however I think it's important to get the full picture. Even if I tend to ramble here.
It's implied here that Lemillion's the top hero. This is awful for a variety of reasons. Mirio is a horrible symbol.
All Might was flawed for a variety of reasons, but a majority of these were byproducts rather than directly being his own doing.
Mirio on the other hand, has such a cancerous philosophy that it actively harms all who interact with it.
Mirio is a follower, he follows orders first and asks questions never.
Eri is the best example of this. Even after Nighteye's death, Mirio never truly reflects on the damage his actions could have caused ( only saved by the narrative, seriously it's a miracle Eri trusts anyone besides Midoriya after being abandoned like that)
You see, the difference between Toshinori and Mirio lies in their actions and principles.
Mirio left Eri to die, all for the sake of the "mission".
For all the heroes knew, Eri could have been a trafficking victim and either have been killed or relocated. But no, appearances and "gotta catch em all" take priority even after knowing Eri is in the Yakuza's clutches.
Lemillion made the worst decisions possible. He followed a known murder into a secluded, restricted area (with a hostage mind you) bringing his pupil with him.
Willingly ignored blatant signs of abuse (just look at the girl) and played hooky with thre leader of a criminal organization, who is known for his short fuse and willingness to kill.
He did all of that, when he could have easily detained Overhaul at any point (his quirk being a direct counter)
Toroshinori would fight tooth and nail in that situation. Consequences be damned if it meant saving Eri.
Part of the reason Toroshinori was so effective as a hero was 1. His sense of justice and 2. His compassion.
Mirio is a symbol that can be controlled, a weapon if you will.
The fact that Mirio is at the top shows that things haven't changed and are even beginning to decline. So this brings me to my next point
You may be asking, if Midoriya's losing it in his own mind, what's the outside world look really like?.
Allow me to set the stage.
4. Speculation
Within Midoriya's muddled mind, Lemillion represents both his toxic optimism and a subconscious understanding that nothing has changed. It represents denial and acceptance, a dysfunctional middle ground that's easy enough for Midoriya to stomach.
The truth of the matter is, delusion or not, the reality is soon to sink in.
Something that I don't see discussed is the lack of reactions from other nations or really any insight into how they were affected by everything that happend.
Here's the idea: Most likely they are foaming at the mouth.
Particularly it's the countries who suffered under Imperial Japan in the past (Korea, China, Singapore etc), however this also applies to every nation Nedzu brow beat into aiding with the rebuilding efforts, albiet their reaction would be latent.
Not not only is the attitude painfully reminiscent of how Japan handles it's past atrocities, Japan has had them clean up their messes. seen below:
(you cannot tell me Big Red Dot over here is having a good time)
From an outside pov. The Commission never told anyone about AFO, rather they suppressed any information, locked him up in Tartarus and then sat on the whole situation until it blew up in their (read: everyones) faces.
He then proceeded to: kill over 8000 people (+ those killed during the Blackout period), kill the top hero of one of the world's most powerful nations and incite mass panic. Destroyed massive amounts of infrastructure and transport nationwide, broke thousands of criminals out of prison, destroying those prisons in the process.
Meanwhile the heroes:
Abandoned civilians in mass by quitting in the middle of a war.
Left the public in the dark for months and allowing crime and paranoia to grow rampant, even (forcibly) bringing someone they knew was being targeted by AFO and his forces to the one place they could find shelter.
Mutilated a seven year old girl. Who has a history of being mutilated for the gain of others and patted themselves on the back. (Also having no holdup on how that may effect her physically via her quirk or mentally via her trauma)
Mic: tried to kill a docile prisoner who could be considered in comatose, based off of his emotional attachment to a dead man + viewing it as justified if it meant Spinner couldn't get to him.
Used hospital staff and patients as meatshields (Central Hospital) during a riot.
Most had no qualms supporting a child beating eugenicist and implied marital rapist, even with his one of his victims exposed him and citing it as his main reason for turning to villainy.
Held an illegal questioning* with said abuser while ignoring his main victim (Rei, who is probably the most reliable source of information there)
(*which effectively is like conducting an investigation on yourself and declaring you are not guilty)
And so much more! (But this post is getting too long)
My point is by the time everything was said and done, it seemed everyone but Japan was paying for it.
It's outright stated that the US president risked national security by sending every hero they had to help Japan. (Impeachment worthy if you ask me)
Endeavor's little plan to kill himself and Dabi in a blaze of death ended up disrupting the weather. Very likely it'll end up resembling an El Niño phenomenon, only vastly off schedule and even more destructive than normal.
For Reference [https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/ninonina.html]
Very likely it'll lead to an agricultural drought in the northern America's and mass flooding in southern America's, likely starting at the west coast and bleeding inland. Leading to a domino effect where cost of living surges due to the sudden displacement of people and the rapid loss of products.
Worse still, because the US had no heroes (likely for months on end), crime has likely surged in the America's, which will further impact the rest of the world.
The rebuilding efforts likely emptied the wallets of most participating countries, leaving them unable to help anyone, including themselves.
Also keep in mind that Japan incriminated themselves with the Business Course footage. I don't think the general public (outside of Japan) is going to take too kindly to a known murder and abuse apologist being in charge of a system already known for it's corruption.
The end result is likely be a world that detests Japan, either from a moral perspective (Rei's treatment + the treatment of those society abandoned), a financial perspective (we can't afford shit and you contributed to that) or historical perspective (you do this everytime and ignore the consequences).
A world divided by struggle and united by an immense loathing for the Commission's Japan and the culture surrounding it.
Oh, don't forget there's no finding left for quirk research. Meaning that it's very likely no one will be prepared for quirk singularity to start manifesting in the upcoming generations (Thanks Nedzu).
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Update: Can I just say that Aizawa's lack of ownership infuriates me even though this is likely a fantasy and not grounded in reality.
Like what the fuck do you mean "with the way he talks, it was pointless" Fantasy Aizawa.
Because "Hey Asshole", You deliberately ignored his attitude and offenses!. And what? Now your just gonna shrug it off like it wasn't your fault. To hell with that you had two years, most teacher are said to only get one. As you so graciously mentioned at the start of this shit show of an epilouge.
Heres the moment I'm referring to btw:
While we're at it. Are you telling me it was too hard to get Momo some proper attire all three fucking years she was at UA for.
Not to mention Toru is still naked, how the fuck hasn't she died yet, she is literally exposed to the elements (and lord help her of she gets a cut)
Kirishima's costume is still his biggest liability considering it exposes his chest and back (also seeing as even when hardened he can't repell bullets)
Does Denki still fry himself with his quirk?
Before we move on Aizawa. How's that daughter you neglected, her horn still broken?.
Speaking of which let's look at the rescue team:
What the hell is this!?
Let's see, we got a guy who can only do damage (and his sweat detonates on contact, destroying whatever it touches.)
A brainwasher who only got into the hero course via nepotism and who can only brainwash people who directly respond to him!. A person trapped underneath rubble either frantic or groaning in pain isn't going to be able to respond or even just give consent.
(On a side note what are the laws regarding mind control quirks, does some sort of waiver have to be signed, can a person sue for being controlled against their consent?)
Oh, but wait there's more.
Midoriya running headlong with experimental tech that has, very likely never seen the light of day. Let alone preform in an actual high stakes situation before.
You're trying to carry someone and oops! Something malfunctioned or was miscalculated, now there's an even bigger mess (hooray!)
Who could forget Mezo "they'll come for your kids" Soji. Who climbed the ladder and pulled it all the way up.
Yeah forget that Heteromorph's were getting hate crimed long before the war, ignore the fact that you yourself were maimed by an angry mob after doing one of the most heroic things a person can do. Dismiss Spinner's comment about being sprayed with Pesticide for walking in public.
Nah screw it, let's all sing Kumbaya while the Creation Rejection Clan runs wild outside the reach of the cities, then ignore that the discrimination still is prevalent in the countryside and it's only a matter of time before somone gets fed up and takes matters into their own hands. (talons, claws, you get the picture)
But your a hero now Soji, you got your's. So fuck the rest of 'em
And don't even get me started on Hawks. Congratulations you ignorant bastard, way to kill time and by that I mean for everyone but the heroes.
"Yeah life is great!, everyone hates us, we're rapidly falling into debt from all that rebuilding 8 years back."
"Speaking of which some of those buildings are staring to fall apart due to being rushed to meet deadlines set within the month they were started."
"Social darwinism is on the rise and people are becoming more complacent that ever before due to heroes applying bandaid solutions on decade long, deeply ingrained problems."
"All so the average person doesn't have to think about what's festering beneath society's floorboards, so thank you Safety Commission. Here's your star of positivity âïž." - Some random anti-hero civilian
So much for greatest heroes, huh.
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UPDATE 2:
A dark thought I just had, is that the main reason Izuku killed Tomura was because Tomura broke the rule of "Forgiving Your Abusers makes you Good".
When Tomura refused to relinquish his hatred, when he stood his ground, that is when Midoriya decided he had to die. If not to "stop" him, then to preserve Midoriya's perception of the world .
Shigaraki + The LOV by their very ideals went against everything Midoriya has had beat into him by Bakugo and Aldera over the years.
Makes me wonder how'd he react to a person refusing to forgive their abuser. If he interacted with Natsuo or Rei, I could see that delving into a complete mess.
Now that I think about it, The Midoriya we know now, he would have never tried to hold onto Eri back when they first met.
Ironically, he became what he named himself after, a Deku. A puppet attached to thorns of liquid gold, glistening and burning hot.
A slave to his own biases and belief system, now trapped in a stage of his minds own making.
First bound by his past, then by legacy and finally, now by his own hand.
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#bnha critical#mha critical#hero society critical#anti bakugou#midoriya critical#just a bit#hawks critical#anti shinsou hitoshi#anti eraserhead#anti enji todoroki#anti endeavor#anti aizawa shota#anti aizawa#anti mirio#lov#league of villains
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villain mic shenanigans for my warmup today
#theyre so goofy#i randomly remembered this quote from the sonic fandub and i was like#you know who this would be REALLY funny as#ans i had to draw it#drew it with me own two paws#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#shouta aizawa#aizawa shota#hizashi yamada#yamada hizashi#present mic#eraserhead#villain present mic#villain au#traitor au#erasermic#emic#maiai#present mic x eraserhead#eraserhead x present mic#anime#fanart#artists on tumblr
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#the UA half of the Loudspeaker au in a nutshell#bnha#mha#loudspeaker au#villain!mic#bnha comic#shouta aizawa#small might#All Might is actually pretty fun to draw and yet I just never draw him for some reason#actually this is a lot funnier if you Don't apply it to the Loudspeaker AU#Aizawa just wakes up one day and he's like#'you know what. Mic is living on borrowed time rn'
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sorry guys i just Can Not get over these three being coworkers
I spent so much of this manga wanting deku to interact with these two (and deku NEVER ONCE speaks with mic in the WHOLE SERIES despite CANONICALLY BEING A HUGE FAN ) only to find out they were hanging out DAILY for YEARS as EQUALSSS
anyways <3 hes in the group chat. he goes drinking with them. hes on the gossip train. hes the cucumber in the sandwich
#deku#shouta aizawa#present mic#midoriya izuku#eraserhead#hizashi yamada#aidekumic#memes#my art#i assume even after he becomes a hero he will be a teacher#part time hero and teacher like most of the others#GOD#hes with those two FOR YEARS#horikoshi did a Prank on me by not having deku EVER talk to mic during the WHOLE SERIES but he backhand gave me FOREVER#dekus gonna ask mic out#find out they are married#then ask them both out#i am living#they are age appropriate even.#this was his gift to me to make up for the TRAVESTY he wrought upon all my fuckign villains
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