#villain!lemillion

[concussed-to-pieces]

The Chance And The Change; Part Nine

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Pairing: Reformed Villain!Mirio/AFAB Reformed Shie Hassaikai!Reader/Tamaki Amajiki

Rating: Holy shit M.

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our last installment. I gotta' say, I am never writing in these little nub style chunks AGAIN. Enjoy!

Tag List:   @hijackser @nonstop-haikyuu @zombiexbody @buttons-beads-lace @moonchhu @swift-omg-no @ectoplasmictoast @tartimaar-bloggeth @plaguedoctorsnake

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains depictions of emotional duress. Stay safe!]

It had been over a month since the incident with Toga, after which Sir Nighteye advised that you, Mirio and Tamaki should stay in a secure location while the League's intentions were under investigation. 

"They knew Tamaki was unfamiliar with you, which means that they've been hunting for a way into that apartment for quite a while." The Pro Hero had said, giving Mirio a stern look. Mirio had quailed beneath his mentor's stare and that was the end of the conversation; the three of you all packed up and escorted to a safe house within three hours of the prior discussion.

Oh certainly, the safe house wasn't bad. A little more lavish than you were used to, what with the in-home gym setup and the food delivery schedule. What was going to do you in was the boredom; despite your employer's reluctant allowance permitting you to work from home, you were quick to run out of daily tasks. 

At least you weren't the only one suffering from cabin fever. Both Mirio and Tamaki's injuries had healed up seamlessly over the weeks and the two of them were becoming more and more restless with every passing day. 

"I hate just sitting around like this." Mirio finally complained one bright morning. "It's almost Christmas, we should be out there shopping and keeping people safe!"

"Nothing in between?" You asked wryly, sorting through the muted shades of cardstock that you had discovered in a closet. "Which two colors do you want?"

"Oo, red and blue!" Mirio exclaimed, deflating slightly when the only option was a faint cranberry and a blue so light it was nearly white. Tamaki, still slowly working through his morning coffee, silently accepted the faded gold and lavender sheets that Mirio scooted over to him.

Brandishing a pair of scissors, you announced, "we are making decorations today. We only have two pairs of scissors, though. And one roll of tape. So behave yourselves."

Tamaki perked up almost immediately, snagging the second pair of scissors before Mirio could make a move for them. "Paper chain." He mumbled.

"Good call. I'll fold us some stars!" Mirio then grinned at you across the table, holding out his hand. "Can I borrow those scissors, Sunshine?"

…

"Mirio wants to keep people safe," Tamaki said softly later that afternoon, his fingers absently stroking through the sleeping Mirio's hair. You could hardly complain though, as his other hand was busy giving your own scalp a massage. 

"I've noticed." You murmured in reply. Poor Mirio would often crash late in the afternoon, his body too used to a schedule that started before sunrise, which allowed you and Tamaki to become accustomed to the quieter evenings. A holiday film played on your work laptop, providing some gentle background noise to punctuate Tamaki's extended pauses. You had come to mind them less and less, knowing that he was always thinking. 

"Even in middle school…always. Was a shock to everyone when he didn't graduate, but I guess that's got something to do with what…happened. Back then." Tamaki had a far-away look in his eyes when you gave him a curious glance.

"'Back then'?" 

"Something happened towards the end of senior year. Not sure what. He stopped coming to school one day and that was it." Tamaki sighed heavily. "He won't talk about it."

You chewed on your lip, thinking back. You had always been so hellbent on keeping people at arm's length during your time in the Hassaikai, you had never taken an opportunity to really get to know Mirio. And now, it almost felt like it was…too late, in a weird way.

Just then Mirio groaned, the sleeping man stretching and shifting his weight. Tamaki grimaced, trying to adjust. "He's like a pitbull," he complained in an undertone. "His head is so heavy."

You weren't buying it though, teasing, "a burden you're more than happy to bear, I'm sure." Tamaki flushed, glaring at the wall instead of looking at you.

After what had occurred with the League Of Villains, you had easily picked up on more and more instances of Mirio and Tamaki dancing around one another. A look here, a soft smile there…it would have been cute if it wasn't so damn sad. And sure, you were a teeny tiny bit jealous of Tamaki, but not nearly enough to attempt to insert yourself or disrupt their…non-relationship? Situationship. The teasing you did do was lighthearted enough to be easily dismissed; you didn't want them thinking you were some stiff who didn't approve!

Tamaki's hand was abruptly resting on your own, the young man giving it a gentle squeeze. When you glanced up again, he was actually looking at you, in a way that seemed…thoughtful? Like he was mulling over a problem mentally, trying to suss out a solution. 

"What's up?" You whispered. 

Tamaki just shook his head, returning his attention to that incredibly interesting section of wall.

…

It was greedy. 

What he wanted could only be labeled as such in the chiefest sense. Two partners, two individuals, when anyone should be more than content with one! There was no logical way that--he couldn't even ask Tamaki when he had been younger and now you too?! What was wrong with him? Everything in his body was confused, jumbled, screaming about what he didn't deserve and shouldn't have but could have and wanted wanted wanted, wanted so much that it ached. 

Togata Mirio was a man of great internal conflict, constantly warring with himself over (what he would label) ridiculous thoughts. The audacity of even being able to rationalize two potential partners had him in absolute torment. Wasn't that cheating? Wasn't it doomed from the start? If he was attracted to two people he must actually not want either, right? But…

But what if he could love both of you?

What if, what if, he could somehow manage to ask both of you to stay with him. Let me protect you, let me help you. 

It was in his nature to want to protect. He had shoved the desire down during his time with the Hassaikai, knowing it would do him no good in those less than stellar ranks. Nighteye had seen fit to foster the protective traits in him though, encouraging Mirio to always consider the fallout from his actions.

What if someone is injured from your carelessness, Mirio? One wrong move, and innocent people die.

Protective actions had consequences, just the same as those morally-gray endeavors he had carried out while with Chisaki. The fallout from this particular foray, while maybe not physically devastating, would absolutely destroy him mentally. 

But the thinking was driving him insane! What if, taunting him as he watched you laugh at whatever Tamaki was showing you on his phone, as Tamaki then turned to show him the same funny clip. Instead of looking at the screen though, Mirio was captivated by the small grin on Tamaki's face. 

Always with this, always zoning out while Tamaki was trying to talk to him or while you were working on your daily assignments and frowning cutely at your computer. It was extremely exasperating and Mirio found himself holing up in the gym more and more. Once Tamaki got his late morning routines out of the way the space was free and clear, so it was here that the blond man ended up spending the majority of his waking hours.

This, however, led to him being absolutely exhausted by the time four thirty rolled around, which was how he had ended up in this predicament: Tamaki's fingers carding carefully through his ungelled hair, your hands wrapped around his scarred forearm while you and Tamaki carried on a whispered conversation over his head.

It was terrifyingly gentle, comforting even. But all Mirio could think of was that it would all come crashing down soon enough.

…

"Okay so I need your help." All in a rush, because you needed to get the words out before you lost your nerve. 

Tamaki blinked at you over his mug.

"You don't have to say anything, just listen." You bargained, which garnered you a ponderous nod. "And you can totally ignore this, so don't feel bad." 

"Concerning." Tamaki pointed out.

"I know, man, believe me." You sucked in another breath, your nerve about ready to abandon you. "I like you and Mirio. I like being around you and Mirio. I'm happy with this arrangement. B-But I…I feel like I might be getting in the way of your uh. Whatever it is that you guys have."

"We don't-"

"Tamaki please, I'm dumb, not blind. You guys…look, the both of you have great chemistry and it would be a shame for you to not at least try, right?"

A heavy silence settled into the space between the two of you. When Tamaki finally spoke up, his voice was somehow less confident than usual.

"I-I don't know if Mirio…I don't know if he likes guys." He admitted softly, his eyes on the table.

"He may not like guys, but he sure as hell likes you."

"No." Tamaki shook his head, a wistful little smile softening his pensive face. "He likes you. I've seen him look at you, the way he laughs, the way he-"

You interrupted, "The way he lights up when you're around? The way he falls asleep on your lap, the way he makes your coffee and the way he…" Tamaki was blatantly staring at you, and as you stared back at him, things slid together in your mind. "Oh. Shit." 

"Oh, shit." Tamaki breathed.

…

The two of you had been avoiding him for three days now. It was Christmas Eve and Mirio was sitting on the weight bench in the gym, fidgeting anxiously. Nothing that he could do seemed to be able to help him shake the feeling of foreboding that hung over him like a dark cloud. All the energy he had spent just left him with lactic acid buildup and more questions than answers. 

Treadmill, he decided, getting to his feet. 

The treadmill was nice and repetitive. If that didn't shut off his brain, nothing would. Just the treadmill, the miles slowly ticking away, not thinking about you or Tamaki or you and Tamaki or–

With a frustrated growl Mirio flipped the switch and stepped back off the machine. Nothing is working, he realized, the frisson of fear that ran down his spine thoroughly unwelcome. Nothing. 

Maybe he could just casually broach the subject? Granted, the idea made his stomach clench with anxiety but if that was his only alternative to this silent torment, he might take his chances.

What if you and Tamaki had decided you wanted to become…more? He had seen the way Tamaki looked at you, the way his piercing eyes softened when he thought no one was watching. Mirio wasn't jealous, not exactly anyhow. If he had to actually label it, he would say what he was feeling was sadness. Regret, even. But if you and Tamaki were happy with each other, that's what was important.

Right?

Mirio shook his head at himself, heading to his room to shower. 

…

"Okay so, where do you want your bow?" You asked Tamaki, gesturing high and then low. "Do you want to be sweet and put it on your head, or do you want him to know you'd like to be railed so you put it on your-"

"Why would you say that?!" Tamaki sputtered, hiding his red face in his hands. You certainly were confident! He on the other hand was a massive ball of nerves. He wasn't sure if this plan of yours would work and the waiting was driving him insane. 

"Listen you can be shy but you still get to voice your needs and wants here." You reasoned pragmatically, sticking a large bow to the top of his head. "We don't know how he'll react, of course, and this may not be the best course of action, but we might as well rip this bandaid off."

"W-We've been thinking for days now and this is all we could come up with. If we think longer, it'll just never happen." And what an awful thought that was, never knowing for sure. That would almost certainly feel far worse than the momentary embarrassment Tamaki was enduring while you fussed over him.

"I also want you to know," you murmured as you straightened his collar, "that even if it is just you that he wants, I'll still like you."

"Really?" 

"Of course! You're kind and sweet, and you take good care of Mirio. He couldn't ask for a better partner, trust me."

His face was going to catch fire. All Tamaki could do was mumble a thank you and try to maintain some semblance of composure. "When should we…?"

"He's in the shower now, so we'll surprise him once he gets out." You smiled up at Tamaki as he carefully placed your bow on the top of your head. "Everything is going to be okay."

…

Mirio stared at himself in the steam-fogged mirror, his visage warped and unfamiliar. It's fine, he told himself sternly. Totally fine.

Maybe you and Tamaki were…

Mirio crushed that thought before it could fully form, shoving away the mental image of Tamaki arching over you, you gifting him with a soft moan, fingernails raking down his back--stop, idiot, stop it. You're just going to hurt your own feelings.

He needed to shake this off. It was probably just a combination of cabin fever and trauma bonding. That's it.

Mirio wrenched open the bathroom door, his mood thoroughly ruined by his runaway imagination. However, everything came to a grinding halt once he entered his bedroom.

Why were you and Tamaki on his bed? Why were you and Tamaki on his bed?! Mirio blinked at the sight in front of him, baffled and wary. 

After a few seconds of awkward staring, you gave Tamaki a gentle nudge with your elbow. "Go ahead, Tama."

Tamaki jumped a little, stammering nonsense before he seemed to get a hold of himself. "I-I-I…h-hi Mirio. Um, happy h-holidays." He managed to squeak out, staring at the floor. His fingers worried the hem of his loose sweater, over and under the fabric again and again. 

"Happy…holidays." Mirio replied slowly, shooting you a quizzical glance. You, it seemed, were focused on a fascinating bit of carpet. "What's going on, guys? You're both acting kind of strange." He asked bluntly, noting the way Tamaki winced at the question.

"Do you like me?" The black-haired man suddenly blurted out, slapping a hand over his mouth immediately after. Mirio was stunned silent, just staring at his violently-flushing roommate. "W-Well?" Tamaki mumbled around his hand.

"I…well yeah, of course!" Mirio did his best to try for his usual cheery affect, but judging from your reaction clearly neither you nor Tamaki were having any of it. "Of course, Tama." Mirio repeated, a bit softer this time. 

"Do you like me?" You asked it this time, and Togata couldn't miss the way your fingers entwined with Tamaki's. 

"Sunshine, we went through hell together." Not that you needed reminding! "Yes, I like you."

"He likes both of us, Tamaki." You sounded…relieved? Happy? Excited? Tamaki for his part looked more elated than Mirio had ever seen, almost tripping over himself as he got up. 

"S-So you-!" The black-haired man began, grabbing Mirio's hands. 

"I…?" Mirio prompted while Tamaki just stood there, shuffling back and forth in place. "I what?"

"Like me. L-Like…us." Tamaki explained haltingly. "We like you too."

"Guys, I don't know if I get whatever is going on here." Mirio murmured, his heart starting to pound in his chest. There's no way. 

"We're your presents!" You chirped from his side, and that was when he noticed the bows clinging to your and Tamaki's heads. "If you want us, that is."

If you want us. 

Holy shit it's happening.

"I…I do." Mirio whispered. "I…really? Both of you…and me?"

Tamaki was the one who said it this time, "if you'll have us," his hands trembling in Mirio's grip. 

Mirio wrapped his friend, roommate, something more in a hug, feeling the heavy sigh Tamaki released against his chest. After a moment, Tamaki ushered you into the embrace. The three of you just held each other silently, then Mirio bumped his forehead into your own. 

"If you'll both have me, I think I'd like that." He paused, feeling the mischievous smirk blooming on his face. "I know it's not Christmas yet, but do you guys mind if I…" He plucked the bow off of Tamaki's head. "...unwrap my presents a little early?"

[thepositivefella]

Mirio unintentionally got closer to engaging in conversation with Tomura by calling him bitchless than Deku did by throwing people at him and then punching his soul to oblivion

[shigaraki-obsession]

HELP

I’M SORRY I HAD TO MAKE THIS EDIT I

FORGOT TO POST IT GBSHVDHSGSG

UNDERNEATH IS A TEMPLATE VERSION OF THE PANEL 😭😭

[proxissima]

Shigaraki's interactions with students (1) (all scenarios)

[My Hero One's Justice 2 - Arcade Mode]

Part [1], [2], [3] - [General Overview]

[eardun]

So I have this amazing fanfic idea, hear me out:

The society is split between heroes, the defenders of justice, and villains, the masters of instilling fear.

Deku is a wicked villain who runs a large corporation, seen by the media as a rich playboy. He nurtures plans to destroy the hero system.

All Might learns that the Hero Association is run by extraordinary people who control the world from the shadows. They founded the Hero Association to turn everyone's admiration for heroes into a religion, so they can hide their crimes and keep people unaware of the true problems that plague the world.

All Might confronts them but tragically dies, falling victim to their evil schemes.

His successor, Lemillion, learns about this and decides to fight against them.

He gets mortally wounded in a battle, and in his last dying breath, passes his quirk to Dynamight.

Katsuki’s quirk merges with OFA and he defeats this villainous organization.

He and his friends become the new Symbols of Hope, while the hero profession takes on a new meaning – it stops being about fame, power and prestige and becomes about upholding honor, virtue and helping those in need first.

Villain Deku had been observing this whole spectacle from the shadows. He flees to another Universe using a time-travel machine, but gets intercepted by heroes and accidentally messes up the controls, waking up in the present Universe of My Hero Academia. There, he’s All Might’s successor, and Dynamight isn’t his archenemy, but a childhood rival instead

The Hero Association isn't controlled by some dark shady group either... Or is it?

Deku has to navigate in this new reality, and this is where the story begins.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45672259/chapters/114932653

[arjengelly]

Villain Deku AU where:

Nagant didn’t get put in Tartarus

Tenko only disintegrated Kotaro

Tenko was put in same program w/Keigo

Touya decided to stay home after 🔥 “hospital”

Deku makes a deal with the sludge villain

Deku & Sludge = Eddie & Venom

Shinso part of Class 1A instead of Deku

All Might chooses Lemillion

Lemillion joins Hawks, Nagant & Tenko

Deku joins league & partnered w/Aoyama

Katsuki accepts league’s offer b/c of Deku

Katsuki is a double agent like Hawks

Katsuki reports to Hawks

Deku’s team: Aoyama, Toga & Katsuki

(Villains vs Heroes: Hunt for Eri?, Eri rewinds Kurogiri?, Shinso already in 1A? Twice wasn’t killed?, Tenko’s slap of death/ death slap Kai, death slap Twice?)

[owoasis]

i may get caught back up on MHA soon

[thepositivefella]

Dabi's entire exposed that we all thought was the heroes ultimate defeat back then was completely ignored post-war for the sake of their physical defeat. Dabi is by far the coldest LoV member and even him thought that broadcasting Twice's merciless murder would have some impact on the average citizen or bring up some empathy for the villains, but we never got to hear about that. Similarly, Endeavor was never confronted for being an abuser or EVEN FOR RAISING DABI. The same scene that has people blaming him for Dabi has people blaming him for Shigaraki, so you can just presume the citizens were putting it on him for losing the first war not for being an abuser. Back when the final battle started I was a naive person who thought that the character disposition in the war called for a resolution in which each villain would have to be saved by both their designed student savior extending a hand and the hero who hurt then having to own up to their mistakes. Like, imagine Uraraka having to call out Hawks for murder of a good man, Shoto telling Dabi that he in fact DID NOT lower his head to Endeavor's wishes (might I remember you, Dabi never found out Shoto hates Endeavor as much as he does and that was a driving force of this conflict), or All Might actually being HERE to talk to Shigaraki and Deku showing him that Gran Torino was wrong about him being hopeless.

"Even though I reached into his heart and smashed his hatred, Tenko was the leader of the League Of Villains to the very end."

This is weird because it's like. Was Deku expecting Shigaraki/Tenko to ditch the League the moment his 'hatred was smashed'? He thinks it's a bad thing that Shigaraki/Tenko didn't renounce the League? Hatred = League Of Villains, and that's the only meaning they had, despite Shigaraki saying out loud wanting to do something one of his teammates would look forward to, despite Shigaraki wanting to be their Hero. Has Deku ever listen to a single word Shigaraki has ever said?

Deku's confused about why Shigaraki/Tenko stayed loyal to his friends?

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯ midnight first aid (12:21am) it’s not common for support techs to be out in the field, let alone caught mid-battle with a villain, but there’s a first time for everything.

content // comfort & fluff, pro hero au, reader is a support tech, mentions of blood, wound care, talks of marriage, don’t mind the katsurei selfship influence

『 k.bakugo masterlist 』

Everything hurts. Your head, body, and now…your heart.

“Why didn’t you call me?!” Bakugo cries out from your shared bathroom, rustling through the closet for your first aid kit. He’s grumbling something to himself that you can’t quite make out, but you know he’s upset - understandably so. You should have taken time to call him from the agency when your phone died, but too much was happening and time got away from you.

He returns a few moments later, gripping your wrist and tugging you over to the couch. You settle into your normal spot as he rips open the metal tin, grabbing some cotton pads to soak them with alcohol. Bakugo carefully dabs away the dried blood from your cheeks and chin, causing you to wince at the stinging pain.

“What the fuck even happened, baby? Your shift ended at 9 and it’s past midnight.” His voice has descended from anger to pure concern. He knew you must have a reason why you didn’t call him, why you didn’t bother to let him know you were safe.

“I…got caught up in a villain attack. There was an emergency request for the nearby sector that needed replacement gear, and when I got there, it was chaos,” you explain, exhaustion littered all throughout your speech. “LeMillion’s suit ripped too much and he needed a patch up to continue using his quirk without reprocussion. While helping him off to the side, the villain attacked us. The others did their best to distract him.”

“Christ,” Bakugo grumbles under his breath, biting the inside of his cheek. He pushes your hair out of your face to uncover the lone cut above your eyebrow, three fresh stitches holding it together. The glint of worry in his eyes softens once he sees them, knowing you had been evaluated by a medical team gave him some peace of mind.

“Get up,” he instructs, waiting for you to move out of your spot. And you do, long enough for him to take your place and pull you back into his lap. He does another once over of the damage on your face and collarbone, clicking his tongue against his teeth in disapproval.

“Med team let you walk out all bloody an’ shit?”

You settle into his lap and place your hands on his shoulders. “Guess they thought I’d just wash it off at home.”

“Fuckin’ shitty if ya ask me. They didn’t even clean around your stitches,” Bakugo comments, examining them further before dabbing alcohol around the edges of the gash. When you squeeze your eyes shut at the pain, the wound releases a droplet of blood. He groans in annoyance, reaching for a proper wound cover to prevent anymore damage to your pretty face.

“M’gonna rip that team a new one tomorrow, fuckin’ shitty ass job patchin’ you up. This could get infected if not covered to let the stitches do their damn job.”

You knew this was gonna happen from the second you unlocked the door and Bakugo was in your face about where you were, anxiously waiting for you. Frowning, you shake your head. “Kats, baby, it’s not—”

“It’s a big fuckin’ deal to me when you’re comin’ home in the dead of night and covered in blood!” He cradles your cheeks in his hands, fingers trembling against your skin. The dim moonlight illuminating the living room highlights the glassiness of his crimson stare, making your heart sink deeper into your chest.

“I don't wanna worry about getting a call about you bein' in the hospital,” he whispers, voice cracking as he’s casting his eyes downward to avoid your gaze. “I...don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

"Hey," you soothe, nuzzling your nose with his and placing your hand on the back of his neck to keep him close. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

Bakugo takes a deep breath, closing his eyes to calm himself down from the anxious thoughts clouding his mind. You’re right - you’re safe and sound, that’s what matters.

“Damn right, you’re stuck with me,” he leans forward to place a soft kiss to your lips, holding the back of your head tenderly. When you part, he stays close before mumbling, “Forever.”

“I dunno, my finger’s looking a little naked for being stuck with you forever,” you joke, giggling maniacally when Bakugo’s face and neck instantly flush pink. “I’m kidding, babe. You know I love—”

He cuts you off with a second kiss, deeper and rougher than the last. He moves his hand from the back of your head to your back for support. In between kisses, you think you hear him say, “Fine, marry me then.”

Now your face is beat red, body growing hot from his words that you’re…not even sure he actually said. You let out a quiet ‘huh?’ in response, speechless as you sit back in his lap. He cackles, shit-eating grin plastered across his face when he teasingly says, “Think you’re hearin’ shit, sweets. Let’s get ya in the shower and to bed.”

You get up from the couch and follow him to the bathroom, his shirt already off by the time you shut the door. You can’t help but wonder if you were hearing things…maybe it’s just your exhaustion.

Or maybe, just maybe…it was real, and you just have to be patient. For now, you’re more than content with what you two have now.

@slayfics @maddietries @starieq @liluvtojineteyam @jays-adventure3 @simp-plague @queenpiranhadon

[delawaredetroit]

Since we're talking names, I went to the fandom wiki to dig into Mirio's real name and hero name a bit more, and I'm even more convinced of my interpretation of his character and the depths to which he is meant to be a foil for Izuku.

Both of their hero names are calls to action created from puns of their given names. The first character of Izuku's name can be read as "de" which Bakugou used to call him Deku, worthless/a wooden doll, which Ochako reinterpreted as dekiru as in "you can do it!". Izuku writes his hero name in accordance with Ochako's interpretation, but it's still a homophone with how he was called by Bakugou. And that "you can do it!" is simultaneously Izuku's aspirations for himself, a callback to his origin, and a call to action for others.

Mirio's name is close to a homophone with the Japanese pronunciation of million, and his hero name is Lemillion. His goal is to save a million people. He lacks the ambition to save everyone or create a new framework for their society. Assuming Japan's population was around 126.8 million people during this chapter, Mirio's highest ambition was to save approximately one percent of the population. It's a grand goal for an average pro hero, but for a supposed fledging symbol that goal is nothing special.

There are conflicting indications in Mirio's name concerning One for All. Mirio's name does fit within the number pattern for One for All successors. His surname contains a kanji that can also be read as ten just like the "ku" in Izuku's name is a homophone for nine. But, his surname, Togata, can also be read as "conformity", which is the opposite of the role of a One for All successor.

All the One for All users went against the grain of their time. The first three went against the man who first brought society back together again after the Dawn of Quirks (because he was trying to rule over everything). Shinomori rejected the existing society entirely and lived in the woods. Banjo through Nana were swimming against the tide trying to keep society together and fight the ultimate villain during times of turmoil. All Might was an orphan who came from nothing who aspired to be a pillar for society to progress. Izuku had ambitions to include those excluded/disempowered by All Might's era of peace (not that Izuku thinks poorly of All Might but they have disagreements concerning questions like can everyone be saved or are their inherently evil quirks).

Mirio's rationality and achievable, grounded goals just don't mesh well with the ethos of One for All despite the surface level compatibility.

Tl;dr: Mirio isn't crazy enough to be a One for All successor

[dadsbongos]

tight squeeze

745 words / warnings - bad hero mirio

summary - you get randomly stopped and searched, which is crazy because you've never done anything to Mirio Togata (except be a villain on the run).

kinktober: day eleven - claustrophilia, anal ~~~

So fucking stupid.

Lemillion is so fucking stupid: gelled hair, citrus hyperpop costume, confusing code name, and that rosy button nose. So full of mirth and cheer. It's total bullshit.

“I don’t have anything,” you huff, hands flat out against the wall and feet spread as far as your shoulders. 

“Standard search,” he mutters, palming down your hips as he lowers onto a single knee, now rearing up your thighs, “I don’t mean to invade.”

Doesn’t mean to invade, but you’re pretty sure heroes are supposed to use the backs of their hands when scouring intimate places. Not trusty Lemillion, though, he’s flatting fingers around your inner thigh and brushing knuckles against the seat of your panties. Eyes racing from the sliver of your face he can see to the bag he made you drop to up your skirt. Far too distracted matching your face to five o’clock emergency news segments to realize he’s basically massaging your cunt.

Fingertips bumbling strokes over your clit and palm grinding into your slit; you’re surprised the heat hasn’t roused his attention from your face. 

Trying to stand provides a new trial, as the cramped alley doesn’t provide him enough room to step back with confidence. Mirio tries using the wall as support only to stumble and land a clumsy hand on your ass. He seizes at the realization, wide eyes darting your way to see if you’ve realized too. 

You have, and you push back silently. Teasing toes into the water by wiggling your hips back into his broad hand.

Rising slowly, Mirio manages to squeeze behind you with his back flat against one wall and squishing your face into the other. One of his hands groping your ass and the other now wandering beneath you and up toward your chest. You snake down and intercept, wrenching the hand up to cup your cheek; kissing the warm tips of his fingers. 

Mirio undoes the easy access slip to his dick and mumbles three Hail Marys for the public space he’s about to desecrate.

Cars speed by and men jabbering stock numbers over the phone drone the background. But God is heroism tiring, and he’s had zero time to himself in months -- any time off better spent catching up on sleep rather than aimlessly jerking off.

Now he has someone, probably as pent up as himself, hot and ready. Who would he be to not take you up?

(responsible, intelligent, a good hero)

Messily rolling up your skirt, Mirio barely manages to crush himself behind you and yank your panties to the side. 

Your tongue lulls out along his fingers to suck them inside, a borderline vicious grip on his wrist to keep him in place.

With bare ass exposed, Mirio bucks sharply to envelop his cock between your warm cheeks. He leans forward with puckered lips, spit bubbling between the seam and dribbling down onto your tight hole. Thumb spreading the wetness before softly pudging the tip of his thumb inside, then slipping out -just to slip back in. Until he’s replacing his thumb with his dick.

Mirio leans over your back, curving both of you forward and pressing his fat tip against your ass. A stifled groan vibrates against your back, and you actually gasp around his fingers at the stretch.

“Ah, fuck!” you instinctually rock forward.

Mirio gives chase, prying his hand from your grip to smack your hip and squeeze hard. Forcing you back against him with breathless rasps. 

“Yeah,” the blonde groans into your ear, “That’s better than you mouthing off, huh…”

“Huhah,” your legs wobble, you collapse against the wall cheek-first, “Hurts…”

“Hurts?” he slides out slowly, savoring your hiss, “Want me to stop?”

Shamefully, you tuck your head down and mumble, “N- no…”

“See, better,” Mirio kisses your temple, way over sentimental, “Just take it and you can go on your way.”

Sounds promising enough. You take it.

Grinding back with a sharp mewl, you clench around Mirio hard. Praying the stimulation prevents him from getting a clearer glance at your face.

His finger finds and fiddles your clit wetly. Sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck.

"Good, baby?" he mumbles, maybe a little self-consciously.

But it isn't like you're better, pathetically pushing back -curving a leg behind one of his to keep his hips smacking directly into yours- and wailing, "Yeah, yeah, Lem', 's fuckin' good!"

He whines so sweetly. You assume you'll be free as soon as he's cum.

[concussed-to-pieces]

The Chance And The Change; Part Seven

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Pairing: (Eventual) Reformed Villain!Mirio/AFAB Reformed Shie Hassaikai!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

A/N: Welcome all, it’s good to be back. Enjoy!

Tag List: @hijackser @nonstop-haikyuu @zombiexbody @buttons-beads-lace @moonchhu @swift-omg-no @ectoplasmictoast @tartimaar-bloggeth

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains depictions of financial insecurity and an instance of canon-typical violence. Stay safe!]

Someone had been following the both of you almost the moment you left the apartment together. Mirio had quickly thrust his umbrella upon you, waving off your protests. If you were holding the umbrella, it would help to cut down on your peripheral vision, which would in turn possibly keep you from noticing the individual tailing you. The less attention you drew to yourself, the better.

Sir had devised this strategy and Mirio couldn't exactly say he was reluctant to act on it. He wasn't lying when he said he had missed you, as strange as it was to admit to himself. Nighteye must have known that though, because Nighteye knew everything. But Sir had still trusted him with this task in spite of the obvious conflict of interest.

"Get them out of their dangerous environment. I'll leave that part to your discretion. Then, we make a snare for the Hassaikai weasel who managed to sneak away." 

Over the course of his hero re-training Mirio had been striving to become more patient. Sir had said one of his chiefest shortcomings was his inability to tactically deliberate and his unwillingness to compromise. 

"Making choices in the middle of a fight is one thing, and I know your Quirk operates on minute adjustments and split-second reactions. But outside of the active field, there's no need to rush. Decisive actions may not always be swift, but they are often final. You need to be more careful, think things through."

So Mirio did his best to be patient. If he couldn't remove you from the situation tonight, that was fine. 

Except your power was out and you were hungry and–

Patience.

Dinner would waste enough time for him to shake the suspected tail and then get you to safety. The more time he spent yammering, the less likely whoever it was would stick around in the miserable weather. 

…

"You could have warned me-"

"It's fine! They're super chill, don't worry about it!"

"Mirio the apartment is a wreck–!"

"But I brought you food!" Mirio sang, thrusting the takeout container at Tamaki's face. 

Amajiki took the food while giving Mirio a dirty look, then bowed to you. He was red to the tips of his ears. "W-Welcome to our h-home, I promise it's not usually this messy." He mumbled, his voice breaking.

"No no, don't worry about it!" You seemed almost as panicked as he was, bowing in reply and waving off his apologies. "This was all very spur of the moment, I'm really sorry."

"I'll explain everything after you eat." Mirio promised the young man who had become his friend and, even more recently, his roommate. "They're really good noodles, and I asked for tonkotsu broth, with the spring onions and-"

"Alright, I forgive you." Tamaki cut him off, a sure sign that he had been hungry. "B-But I better get that full explanation, Mirio."

"Absolutely!"

It was several hours before Mirio managed to sit down with Tamaki. What with doing a speed clean of the apartment, vacuuming off the fold-out mattress in the couch and scrounging up some sheets and bedding, there had been no time to confer. After you were successfully tucked in to bed beneath an old All Might patterned comforter, however, the two men finally had their opening to discuss the situation in depth.

"They worked with me." Mirio said in an undertone, watching Tamaki's eyes narrow slightly.

"I'm assuming not with Sir." Amajiki murmured.

"With Chisaki." 

The black-haired man inhaled sharply. "Why are they here, Mirio?"

"Break-ins. Someone targeted their complex specifically." Mirio then tacked on awkwardly, "uh, also their power is shut off."

"Because of the break-ins?" 

"No, they're just behind on bills."

Tamaki's countenance darkened, his eyes darting nervously to the door. "Were you followed here?"

"Absolutely not, I made sure." When the fierce expression on Amajiki's face didn't lessen, Mirio grimaced. "Look, I know you probably don't get it, and you probably think I'm dumb for scooping them up like this. But…when we were in the Hassaikai, they had a Quirk."

"Had, what, they lost it?"

"They-" Mirio was startled at the weird flurry of emotion he felt, the sensation choking his words off briefly. "They got shot. Nemoto had one shot and he was told to shoot me, but they got in the way. And the bullet…"

"One of those experimental ones Chisaki was making with Eri's powers." Tamaki sounded repulsed. "That's garbage."

"I'm going to do my best to convince them to stay here until I catch whoever is responsible for the break-ins. Sir thought it was suspicious so he put me on it. If it's a random perp, fine and dandy. But if it has any connection to the work they…we used to do, they could be in real danger."

Amajiki nodded after a few moments of silence. "Okay. Let's…see what we can figure out." He shook his head, then chuckled softly. "Man, you really must have been terrible at being a villain."

…

You awoke in a panic, thrashing your way out from underneath the loudly-patterned and unfamiliar comforter. All Might's face grinned heroically up at you as you panted, your brain struggling to play catch up with your surroundings. 

Oh. Mirio. That's right. 

Your shoulders slumped and you flopped backwards, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Well now that I've sorted that out, I'd better see if I'm late for work. Panic reignited, you lunged for your phone. The screen blinked, displayed the time and a 'low battery' warning, then turned itself off. You swore under your breath. You weren't late, but you sure as hell would be if you didn't get your ass in gear.

You scrambled upright, looking frantically around for your clothes. Oh no. No no no, where did I leave them?! You had been so exhausted the night before, you barely remembered crawling into the bed in your borrowed pajamas. Where had you dropped your clothes?!

You dimly heard cheery whistling approaching from the kitchenette, but you were too busy searching under the bed to pay it much mind. 

"Oh good, you're up!" Warm fabric tumbled down onto the mattress in front of your face, Mirio giving you a friendly wave. "I washed your stuff with mine after I got back from the gym so you would have something clean to wear. You sleep okay?"

You were at a bit of a loss, gathering up your laundry. "I…yeah, yeah I slept fine. You didn't have to–uh, that is, I hope it wasn't too much of a pain."

"Not at all! Like I said, I went to the gym. Breakfast will be in five!" The blond man informed you cheerily, returning to the kitchenette. 

You sat down on the bed again, your clothes crumpled against your chest. Breakfast. When was the last time you'd been able to eat breakfast? "Th…thank you." You whispered, definitely too quiet for him to hear.

"That's just how he is." You nearly jumped out of your skin at the soft voice, turning to see Mirio's roommate emerging from the darkness of his own room. The thin man yawned, stretching and giving you a nod before shuffling into the kitchen area to coax some coffee into being.

"Tama! Earlier shift today?" Mirio queried, nudging the other man with his elbow while he cracked three eggs into a bowl.

Tamaki grimaced. "Shh, my head hurts. Need caffeine."

"You gotta' drink more water, you're probably all shriveled up on the inside." Mirio joked. 

"Shh." was the curt reply he received, and with that it seemed like Mirio would leave his roommate alone until he was caffeinated. 

You took the opportunity to sneak to the bathroom, freshening yourself up as best as you could. Someone had left out a washcloth and a packaged toothbrush with a sticky note that said for guests, so you helped yourself.

During breakfast, you tried to broach the subject of your clothes, but Mirio had clearly already thought of that. "You two can go over later tonight when Tamaki comes to get you at work, or I can snag you some things to tide you over during my shift. I'll be working on that side of the city anyhow." Amajiki nodded sleepily, a few loose strands of his hair dunking into his coffee with the motion.

"Oh I don't need…I mean, do you think I need someone with me?" You asked hesitantly.

Mirio shrugged at you, his mouth full at the moment. "I'd say better safe than sorry," he reasoned once he swallowed, "especially because of the break-ins. Again, I can go over during my shift, but I wouldn't really know what to grab."

You sighed. "Lucky for me you guys had an extra toothbrush lying around."

Mirio grinned excitedly. "We've got a bag of them! There was a dentist down the street, but he recently closed up shop and he was just givin' them away so Tamaki snagged a few handfuls. They're really handy to have!" 

…

You could barely focus on your work all day, if only because you could feel the gossip mill stirring. People would notice that you had come in wearing the same clothes as yesterday, regardless of whether they were clean or not. Unfortunately the truth was a million times more outlandish than any lie you could have come up with, so you elected to remain as bland as possible in the hopes that the occurrence would just be forgotten in a day or two.

After a relatively fruitless and stressful shift, you clocked out to head back to your home. You paused in the lobby of your offices though, remembering that you were supposed to wait for your informal 'escort'. 

What kind of bodyguard isn't here ahead of time? you found yourself thinking in annoyance, but you quickly dismissed the out-of-character ingratitude. You of all people knew how bad the traffic could be.

After loitering for nearly ten minutes though, you were starting to get antsy. You kept unlocking and locking your phone screen to check the time, draining the battery at an exponential rate. It didn't help that you hadn't gotten either Mirio or Tamaki's numbers before departing for the bus stop that morning, but you had almost missed the bus as-is.

You unlocked your phone yet again, this time to look up the non-emergency number for Sir Nighteye's agency. Maybe you would be able to leave Mirio a message with their phone staffer. Fingers crossed, you ducked into a small hallway that housed the utility rooms for your particular office building. You had learned a long time ago that it was always quieter over there; the foyer could be very echoey due to its high ceiling and marble flooring.

The ringing felt like it went on forever, your brain idly counting the seconds in between the tones. One, two, one, two. When someone finally picked up, you explained that you were hoping to leave a message for Lemillion.

The man on the other end sounded weary, still polite though. "What is the nature of the message? We get many messages for Lemillion so I will need you to be specific."

Well that was weird. "I just wanted to let him know that I would be heading home."

"That's all?" Why did he sound so relieved?! "Excellent, I'll let him know. What is your name?" After you gave your name, you could hear some clicking. Computer keys. "You're all set! Is there anything else you'll be needing today?"

"Uh, no." You hesitated, then asked, "does…does Lemillion get a lot of messages?"

"It depends on how visible he's been during his shifts. But yes, he receives many inquiries. A lot of fan mail, essentially, and the majority of it is inappropriate." The man seemed scandalized and you had to refrain from laughing, wondering just how many salacious calls he had fielded in his time there.

"Thank you for your help, I really appreciate it. Hope the rest of your night is free of weirdness." You tapped the button to end your call, and then straightened out your shirt absently.

"Too bad yours won't be," purred a strangely-familiar voice from behind you.

Something heavy hit the back of your head and you collapsed, stunned. The last thing you remembered was your phone on the floor, its dim screen displaying rising numbers before it too faded to black.

…

TamaAma: Hey Mirio, it's me. What time is your friend out at?

Tamaki bumped the toe of his sneaker against the ground, more than a bit confused. Maybe you were working late? He'd only arrived a few minutes after the hour, but he still hadn't seen you exit the building. 

His phone buzzed, making him start. Mirio's reply just confirmed his suspicions, though. 

Mirio Is Hereo: Six on the dot!

TamaAma: Weird they're late then

Mirio Is Hereo: I'd give it a few more minutes then go in and ask. Only namedrop the agency as a last resort.

TamaAma: Understood when are you out?

Mirio Is Hereo: Late tonight, extra insurance paperwork due to the break-ins. How was your shift?

Tamaki found himself smiling at the screen. 

TamaAma: Uneventful, stopped a guy from robbing that pizza place you like

Mirio Is Hereo: Big Papa's Pizzarama?!

TamaAma: The one and the same

Mirio Is Hereo: Have I told you lately that you're my hero? Because you are. How about I get us dinner from there once I'm off shift?

Tamaki's smile faded slightly, and he shook his head, irritated with himself. 

TamaAma: Sounds good to me, heading inside to get your friend now

He crammed his phone into his pocket, straightened his back, and then immediately saw you exit the building. A wave of relief washed over him. Thank gods he wouldn't have to speak to the front desk or anyone else.

Tamaki waved to get your attention, doing his best to offer a smile. "H-Hey!" He called, wincing when his voice cracked. You glanced over at him, looked him up and down, then a slow smile crept across your face.

"Hi there. Guess we should get going, huh?" Your smile seemed…off, but Tamaki chalked it up to his social anxiety and unfamiliarity with your usual behaviors. He just nodded in the affirmative, falling into step beside you.

"H-How was your shift today?" An easy question, safe. Normal.

You scoffed, immediately visibly irritated. "Who cares? Let's just get this over with so we can go back to your place."

Okay, so you were in a bit of a rush. That was pretty standard though, this wasn't exactly an enjoyable task.

"I'm just gonna'...I'm gonna' text Mirio and let him know I've got you, okay?" Tamaki informed you quietly, confused when you snapped at him.

"No! I-I mean, no, I already called to let him know." You seemed very out of sorts, your voice rising and then falling just as quickly. "Sorry, I'm uh…I'm just hangry, I guess." You mumbled, looking up at him from beneath your lashes.

Tamaki flushed violently, hurrying to break eye contact. "Let's…L-Let's get this done then, s-so we can have something to eat. M-Mirio's bringing pizza."

…

"A voicemail?" Mirio stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him. Checking emails was the worst part of hero business, he was fairly sure. He was immensely thankful that the front desk staff were willing to shelve any calls or messages that were…aggressive. He might have lost it ages ago if not for those brave souls.

Granted, Sir said it was better to have that sort of reputation with the public than another, and his suit was skin-tight…

Right. Voicemail. 

Mirio opened the message, accustomed to reading their phone system's automatic transcript while he actually listened to the audio. He found that it helped him hold on to the information better. What greeted his eyes, though, was a bit of a jumble. Multiple lines of asterisks to indicate silence or a response from the front desk. It had your name at the top, and he realized with a sudden jolt of panic that he hadn't given you his number. His or Tamaki's. 

I just wanted to let him know that I would be heading home.

His brow furrowed as he scrolled down the page, which indicated that after the reception desk's acknowledgement and your farewell there was a beat or two of silence.

Thank you for your help, I really appreciate it. Hope the rest of your night is free of weirdness.

Too bad yours won't be.

Mirio leaned back in his chair, perplexed. What on earth could that mean? He perked up almost immediately as another thought occurred to him. I can just ask Tamaki if he managed to meet up with them!

He did just that, firing off a quick text to his roommate. That sorted, he settled back in to filter through the rest of his emails. 

See Sir? I can totally do this patient stuff. I'm being really patient. Super patient.

Mirio re-read a correspondence for the fourth time.

Wildly patient.

Fifth time, his hand gripping the mouse a little harder.

Like, crazy patient. That's me, Mirio 'Patient' Togata.

His phone blinked with a notification and Mirio nearly threw it in his haste to unlock the screen. 

TamaAma: Everything is fine.

Togata slumped in his chair, exhaling a sigh of relief. After another moment however he lunged upright, read the message again, grabbed his keys and sprinted for the door. 

Tamaki doesn't use periods.

Part Eight

[perpetual-enjine]

Eraserhead: Lemillion, as a hero, I say your stalling method worked great.

Mirio: Thanks!

Eraserhead: But as a UA teacher, I have to warn you that wiggling your ass at a villain might cause them to file a sexual misconduct complaint with the HPSC. Next time, just ask them to monologue at you, like Hawks did.

[bibibbon]

people have been debating whether mirio really was a better successor for ofa has given me an idea for my rewrite. In my universe, izuku is much nore attentive and analytical of his surroundings, and due to facing discrimination for his quirklessness, he has a less rose tinted view of hero society and wont just follow orders like lemillion. An example is when he and lemillion first meet eri and lemillion give eir back to overhaul, a long tongue snatches eri from his grasp and darts away. Lemillion tries to chase after the villain but izuku recognizes it as my oc herpeton and due to them already having worked together in the past izuku trusts his instinct enough to stop lemillion and get both them out of the alley and away from an angry overhaul. Also after izuku discovers who herepton is with nezu and after nezus deal, izuku acts as a benefactor to herpeton and gives him intel on what pros patrol the cities that herpeton is visting for the first time and what their tactics are. This willingness do what is right instead of just following what the commision want is why all might chose him as his successor. Speaking of which, nana shimura and the rest of the ofa holders were also vigilantes, which explains why they most people have never heard of them. What do you think?

Hi @suchusoid 👋

This has been a long and ongoing discourse that's been reignited a few weeks back after the series ended.

Personally, in Canon itself we aren't truly given a concrete reason as to why izuku is better than mirio and why he deserves OFA more than mirio. This gets even more annoying as the series ends with izuku not even claiming the quirk or making it his but simply still viewing it as a gift from his favourite hero.

I remember @mikeellee asking a similar ask as to why izuku was picked and not mirio and Canon doesn't give us a concrete answer heck it's even worse when you realise how non existent izukus relationship with all might is.

However, I think that you're changes here to izuku are honestly what was needed!! Having izuku carry and cement the idea of no man is created equal and making sure to make that an integral part of his character would allow for izuku to really see the grey morality and messed up system especially since Canon does try and point this out but constantly fails due to the lack of introspection and development izuku has.

Izuku understanding the cruelty of the system yet still trying to save everyone is what makes him different to mirio who has a goal if 1 million people but izuku has an ongoing gaol that in reality would never be achieved and will always be added onto and altered to help produce a fairer society one where people can at least have the same opportunities.

Making Izuku much more attentive also makes sense and is crucial since Canon misses that part of his character completely. In Canon we do get some interesting analytical moments from izuku but they are inconsistent and its a shame because with a bit more digging and thinking izuku's character could of became so much more.

Mind you this is the same character that saw Hawk's once and said that it's weird that he is only 6 years older and so much more mature then them.

This is also the kid who ended up copying his classmates move multiple times with his quirk like shooting blackwhip from his mouth to mimic froppy or the use of his legs when it comes to ofa mimicking iida.

Due to his analytical abilities I feel like midoriya would be able to peice together that herperton is one of his classmates friends.

They would form a partnership of sorts. Izuku wants to help herperton out in hopes of helping achieve a better future and society so he would give him information in return and maybe he would even give him some quirk advice.

A part of me thinks that herperton would get a sense of deja vu especially when he finds out that izuku was quirkless. This would all remind him of his own quirkless mentor and from that they would slowly grow closer to the point where they both trust each other to make the right move if needed. This means that izuku allows for eri to be taken and then herperton and izuku manage to get her into safety.

In the end izuku wants a better society and he has already done many things to show us that he would do what is morally right over following the rules. This is the same izuku who ran and intervened the moment he realised iida was in hosu and trying to kill Stain. This is the same character who tried to take down gentle criminal so the school Festival wouldn't be disturbed. Even if it means getting himself into trouble or being hated izuku midoriya does what is right and that should be his character

[s0ft-d3cay]

Friendly Fire

Mirio Togata x Male Reader | Another one off, hope you all enjoy the little change.

Warnings: Friends to enemies(or hero vs. villain), Reader was a hero before his awakening, his quirk v dangerous, his quirk(fuck if i know,I left it ambiguous), hand to hand combat, conversations of crumbling society(I'm copping), reader has a knife, mentions of getting cut(happens once), lots of flashbacks, low key no happy ending, a little disjointed at the end tbh, reader is a little morally gray, Y/N is used

WC: 1,635

"You really sent me out on a grocery trip during the hero celebration of ranking? Am I that annoying to deal with, Shigaraki?" Y/N teased over the line, the man well hidden in an alleyway as he talked to the white haired villain over the phone. The man over the line sighs, "Just shut up and get what we need, I didn’t send you out to hear you whine." He finished, ending the call. Y/N chuckled pocketing his phone, "Asshole." Mumbling fondly. Steps echoing through the brick walls and wet concrete surrounding him.

Walking aimless leads him to a familiar corner store, except the wall had been blown out. Contents of store items, glass, and wall laid out over the street. A pull of heavy sympathy at his heart, the silence of the usual music-filled establishment now empty and hollow. With a breath, takes a step inside, swinging the empty backpack from over his shoulder, starting to rummage and throw items in. Water bottles, snacks, first aid kits, and anything not broken or covered in glass. The backpack slowly filling up with each item, Y/N’s ear still tuned to the city’s sounds. Listening, he began to feel a pair of eyes on him. A very familiar set of eyes he’s been stalking lately.

"Fancy meeting you here, Lemillion. You wouldn't happen to know where the green tea is kept, do you?" He joyfully rumbles out, continuing to brush through the debris. Eyes catching the hero's frame in the broken glass laid before him, the obscured colors of white, red, blue, and gold almost made his heart soar. An old ember igniting within the very depths of his being a warmth he'd forgotten until the hero caught his eye.

"Y/N, I can't let you continue this path of villainy. This store-you've completely destroyed it..." The hero voice boomed back, stated with authority. His stance oozing heroism. The villain only chuckles, casting the other man a quick glance, the expression amused by the hero. "Don't give me that look, this destruction was here before I arrived." Y/N haphazardly commented, resuming his 'shopping'. He then takes out a small blackbox, sliding it towards the other man. "See for yourself."

Miro casts the item a glance, unmoving for a moment. The blonde's presents appeared right behind the villain, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “What happened to you, Y/N?” He muttered tenderly, the single grasp of his wrist sent warmth throughout his veins, a sick twisted hopefully surge entered his mind as the hero’s blue eyes met his gaze. Even with that stare of hurt and dissatisfaction looking upon him, his heart still skipped.

The villain immediately entered combat, his hand-held blade falling to his palm as he swiftly moves. Ducking just in time to counter Mirio's incoming punch, pulling his still-trapped hand towards himself as he kicked his backpack away, rolling the both of them within the store. Huffing with a grimace, the hero stares down Y/N as the knife pressed to his neck, "Same thing that happened to every villain, I changed for the better." The villain playfully adds, grinning victorious. Remembering the other man's tactics, Y/N pushed himself back one Mirio phased through the floor.

He stays close to the ground, knife awaiting as he spins to kick the hero's abdomen, Mirio grasps his leg blocking the hit perfectly. "You can still change, I can help you." The hero counters, striking the villain's side. Catching him off guard as he attempts to pin Y/N between himself and the broken wall. Coughing out, Y/N hooks on the inside of the man's knee, twisting out of his hold, and away. “Help me?" He spat out, scanning the environment as he backed his way towards the center of the room.

“I didn’t need you then, what makes you think I need you now?” Mirio’s hand grabbed Y/N’s wrist once again, now from the floor. He’s quick to disarm the villain, taking back control as he pins the man to the floor. Hands and legs holding Y/N down. “That's not true.” The blonde replies in a lower voice, expression softening down at the villain with recollection and nostalgia. "You always needed me, you just never had to say it."

A far away memory flashed in his vision at the hero’s words, one filled with soft ripped blankets and broken windows. A night filled Toga’s giggles and hair products, "Come on Y/N, there had to be someone who caught your eye way back then!" She pushed, grin widens, and eyes practically hearts as she spoke. The pull of his collar intervened his momentary flashback, his back hits the ground with a heavy thump. He groans at the impact, rolling to his front. Crawling away from the hero, shaking his head, dismissing the flame in his chest that threaten to grow again. He throws his blade towards the floor, causing a cloud of dust to emit over Mirio.

Giving the villain cover to run, "Maybe I did, what's it to you now?" Y/N added between clenched teeth, mainly saying it to himself. His conflicting emotions rising as his quick fizzes out, enhancing his sensitivity. He then lunges through the dust throwing hard strikes with his blades and punches, catching the hero by surprise as his cheek was sliced. Mirio's deepened gaze glazed over as he spoke, "Since our last hangout at the beach, our last conversation...You had more to say." Expression softening as his hold tightens, now standing apart from the villain. Recollection reflected Y/N's vision, the beach trip...that damn trip. A last-ditched effect he made before leaving to join the League. 

"Should probably part ways here, I know you have patrol in an hour." Past Y/N mentioned nervously moving away from Mirio. His mind balancing his options and chose, standing a few feet from the hero. "You're right, I almost forgot! Time always seems to fly when I'm with you." He smiled, carefree with a laugh. Following Y/N through the sand, the sun setting along the horizon in an orange glow of longing and dissipating to purples and darkened blues. "Hey, where you going? The agency is the other way." Mirio pointed out, confused at the direction the man was going in, "As much as I enjoy spending time with you, we can't be late. Us heroes must always be vigilant for the city, make sure everyone's safe and happy. Including us!" He insisted playfully, Y/N paused.

His back still facing his friend, his face turns back towards the blonde, watching as the hero catches the last of the suns rays. Casting a glow over himself. Heart skipping, his words failing him in that moment, a want-no a need to tell Mirio his plans for leaving. The wildfire that was his heart reaching towards the blonde, shakes away the thought.

Uttering out a light huffed with a grin, "Got some stuff on my to do list, figured I'd get them done before my patrol." He lied, chest compressing as he helplessly laughs. Mirio waves reassuringly, "That's definitely for the best then, I know you have a habit of forgetting things. I'll see you tonight then?" He replies back hopefully, putting distance between the two as he walked backwards. "You will, we still have that collaborative commercial for Midnight's hair produces this week! Promise I'll see you later!" Y/N retorts back, his smile fading once Mirio was a ways away. A lie he so desperately wished to be the truth. 

"You promised me." Mirio's voice cuts through Y/N's reel of the memory. "I did...you just weren't ready to see me on the other side." The villain says back, lunging once again towards Mirio, "Why'd you do it? What changed?" The hero begged as the two fought. "Nothing!" Y/N answered with a guilty tone, kicking the hero's gut. Send him flying back, hitting the wall and glass with a clash. Coughing, he shakily moves on the floor, forcing his body to face Y/N.

Head hanging low as his eyes closed, he steps right over the hero as he speaks, "Is that what you wanted to hear?" The villain adds his knife clenched in his hand tightens, his ignited gaze conveying his self-make doubt, now looking at Mirio. "I couldn't live with myself, knowing I was part of the problem, this society need to change before we're nothing but sheep!" He adds, the desperation in his face causing his expression to flush.

The Hero's eyes widened at Y/N's state, continuing his attempts at consulting the villain in a softer tone. "This whole time, you planned on leaving. Leaving us-your friends, teachers. You left me, I was so-scared." Mirio mutters, that usual warmth replaced by despairing passion.  "I know you, you want everyone to have a chance at living, to have a chance at being who that want to be. Even if it hurts you in the process." He adds.

"You own me that answer, please Y/N..." Mirio whispered out in a plea, that simple ask hit Y/N like a train. The villain steps back, grabbing his backpack, he walks towards the opened wall. Stopping at the wide opening of the store, taking in the hero's words. "I still want that. I'm still...fighting for that future." Y/N's face changes to an apologetic tone, "I...I should've told you on the beach, you would've saved me then and we...I would've-" He stops himself from saying those words, those words-his confession. Even now when they mean nothing to the hero. "I wish things were different, I never wanted to hurt you." He finished off.

With his heart in his throat and feeling defeated, Mirio stumbles to his feet. "I know you didn't, that's what makes it hurt more." Y/N nods, jaw clenched and watery eyes elsewhere, disappearing into the city without a trace.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

[scturnsuna]

what dreams are made of !

OPERATIONIDOL!

‘So how is this going again?’ you hear Jirou pipe up. Four semi-pro heroes sit across from each other in the conference room. You can see your friend studying the wipe board filled with analytics, strategies, with arrows pointing in 15 directions.

It’s not often you find yourself at Hawk’s agency, but on a field mission as big as this one, you were bound to work with the top heroes in Japan. Hell, you were even excited to be considered. Other pro heroes such as Suneater, Lemillion, Hawks and FatGum stand at the front of the room, still making notes to the board.

‘We’ve noticed an increase of attacks coming in, specifically targeted on JPOP idols. It seems that a serial villain is on the loose, cornering idols near fan meet and greets or after concerts.’ Hawks started out. ‘We don’t understand how they are getting past security or what their ultimate goal is with this spree, but something is going on.’

‘While most instances are reported as threats, idols are now coming up with injuries. Some include top charters such as HARMONY who received injuries to her throat, leaving the idol to postpone her tour for months in order to gain her voice back.’

‘We’re thinking our best bet is to work on the inside, find a way to lure our target into a scenario where we can capture them. At the same time we need to protect the idol that is the next target, who we’ve dialed down to KIRA the #3 idol in Tokyo.’

‘OHH, Kira!’ Ochacco started to giggle and sway in excitement. ‘I love love love her music, I’m so excited to meet with her!’

“Unfortunately you won’t be meeting her” Fatgum sighs, shaking his head. “We’ve decided it would be best to have a semi-pro hero in disguise, just in case anything does happen off our watch.”

“And that’s where CopyKat comes in” Lemillion smiles, nodding in your direction and giving you a big thumbs up.

You smile nervously at the recognition, realizing that this mission really does rely on your quirk and your abilities. “I’ll do my best” you nod.

‘Oh! I get it!’ Deku’s eyes get wide with excitement as the details start to flow through his brain. “Y/N’s quirk allows them to obtain the voice and memories from any person’s head they touch. This makes them ideal for hostage or undercover missions. This way Y/N can pose as KIRA without raising any suspicion!”

‘I’ve also been in touch with some support agencies who’ve helped me work on my morph suit. What’s nice is that my original face is always hidden, so no one will truly know my identity on the streets. this way I’m able to have the same features as KIRA, ultimately transforming into her.’

FatGum chimes into your conversation with Izuku, pointing at some pictures in the top right corner of the board. “We also enlisted higher security measures in case, though we know CopyKat is very capable on their own. Some previous students of mine: RedRiot along with previous classmates such as Dynamight and ChargeBolt are also included. I believe most of you are familiar with them.”

Three of your friends nod in unison, you can see the determination in their eyes, excited for the months to come as you all face the mission ahead.

‘More details will be released soon, for now, please head back and start packing. Your flight details will come in the morning’ Hawks finishes closing his files and heading out the door.

‘We believe in you Y/N. See you in Tokyo! ’Lemillion shouts. SunEater follows behind, holding up a shaking thumbs up and closing the door behind them.

‘Let’s do this!’ Uraraka smiles, standing tall and pumping her fist in the air. the rest of you cheer in excitement of the events that will come. If only you new just how much twists and turns the next three months will hold.

OPERATION IDOL!

MASTERLIST || 01 the night is young

V: here’s a written prequel scene on how COPYKAT’s quirk works and how it will be integrated into this mission! rest of the chapters will be in smau format !

thx for reading!