#villain!lemillion

[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]

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[concussed-to-pieces]

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Pairing: Pro Hero!Mirio/AFAB Villain!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: As an individual with a pretty unimpressive Quirk, it hadn't taken long for you to stray from the straight and narrow. Until, of course, a certain pro hero from your past turned up on your doorstep…

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our last installment! I'd like to thank you all for coming along on this little tale. 💚 Enjoy!

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

Part One: Breathing Room

Part Two: Consequential

Part Three: Sunshine; Golden Boy

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains emotional duress and unprotected intercourse between two consenting adults. Stay safe!]

You gasped against his mouth but your surprise didn't last much longer than that. Instead you leaned into the kiss, a little giddy when a strong hand gripped the back of your neck to hold you still. 

"I'm not going to know what to do." Mirio whispered, his eyebrows drawn low in concern. "I've never done anything like this before. Never had the time for it."

"I'll let you know if I don't like it," was your answer, just as soft. 

Mirio's hold tightened momentarily. "You'd better. I won't forgive myself if you don't." As you nodded, his serious expression eased. "Okay." He breathed, "okay," and then pressed an entirely different kiss to your lips. It was wet, hot, full of tongue and his teeth accidentally hit your own more than once. It was only after your noses bumped that he pulled away with an awkward little laugh.

"Why'd you stop?" You asked, panting a bit. 

"Breathing was tough." He was panting as well, that signature smile brightening his formerly-pensive face. "More?" 

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

"Then okay." You grinned, threading your fingers through the hair on the back of his head and pulling him in.

…

He couldn't think straight at all. 

Your hand had slipped down to unbutton his jeans a moment before and you were currently stroking his cock through his boxers which was…great, incredible, but he was definitely not going to last long if you kept that up.

"H-Hey," Mirio began shakily, groaning into your mouth when you kissed him. "Hey, I uh…look, if you keep-"

"I know." The smirk you gave him sent a shiver through his entire body. You looked so pleased with yourself. Maybe you just enjoyed having him at your mercy for once. Normally when the two of you clashed, you would only just manage to flee the scene. 

But- 

"Don't you want--" Mirio's breath hitched. "-don't you want me to…uh--well, y-you know." 

"We've got all night." You soothed, your hand doing anything but that. 

Mirio's whole body tightened up in response and he was vaguely dismayed by his lack of endurance. To be fair, he reasoned pragmatically, I've never had someone else touch me like this. "I'm going to-" he paused, scrambling to think of what the hell he was going to say, oh God why was this so embarrassing-

"Come for me?" You suggested and all Mirio could do was nod dumbly, his hips rocking into your palm. "Where would you like…?"

Oh God. Mirio's mind whipped itself into an immediate frenzy at the possibilities, the possibilities, on your face, in your mouth, on your chest, your stomach, inside- "I--mouth?" He managed to ask, his voice rasping low. 

You knelt without another word, placing the head of his cock on your tongue. Togata's entire being focused down on that one point of contact, his brain going blank. He heard some noise come out of him, it must have come from him but he didn't think he had ever made a sound that deep, it felt like it was rolling from the middle of his chest.

He only regained a portion of his senses when your palm pressed firmly on his thigh, holding him still to keep him from bucking any further forward--was that your throat–Mirio choked a little. "Holy moly." He gasped, confused when you snorted.

You pulled off of his cock, still snickering a little. "Gotta' say, I've never heard that one before." You said after swallowing. 

You swallowed.

"Is it okay for you to do that? I've heard--I mean, I don't know about the taste, so you don't…" Mirio trailed off, sure that his face was bright red. 

You made a dismissive sound, accepting the hand up from the floor. "Not a big deal to me, don't sweat it." He still felt a bit bad about it, but if it didn't matter to you…

Mirio took you by the upper arms again, pressing your back to the door as he plunged his tongue into your mouth. You made a startled noise, then it was as if you melted against him. Your fingers plucked futilely at his clothes like you were searching for some kind of anchor, or maybe you wanted skin to skin contact? 

…

Mirio pulled his shirt off over his head which satisfied your brain for the time being, and you leaned back to take in the sight of his upper body. "I love your hero suit, by the way." You crooned when he ducked in for another clumsy, breathtaking kiss. 

Mirio tilted his head, seeming confused. A flush began to work its way up his neck as he clearly realized what you meant, the young man looking self-conscious. "Is…is it too much? Should I change it?" He asked worriedly.

"Don't you dare!" You laughed, giving him a playful poke in his chest. "You have any idea how tough it was to focus on dodging your attacks when all I could think about was-"

"Okay, okay, whoa there." Mirio cut you off with the protest, waving his hands. "Were you--what, while we were fighting?!" He sputtered.

"A villain never reveals their secrets." You teased, winking and getting a reluctant chuckle out of the young man. "I'm only sorry my uniform wasn't tailored to inspire those same thoughts in you."

"I was always more concerned about whether I would accidentally hurt you." Mirio admitted bluntly. "I wasn't gonna' pull any punches, but I didn't want to use excessive force either. I know I…I could be kind of a lot when I cut loose."

"That was half the fun!" You protested, making him laugh again. "Especially when you'd grab me and you'd be all worked up and irritated-"

Another kiss silenced you, Mirio now pink to the tips of his ears. "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to be. I'm supposed to be kind of unflappable, y'know." He mumbled.

"Oh don't worry, I don't think anyone else noticed. I only noticed because I knew you for so long." You tapped his jaw. "You get a vein that starts building in your neck and your jaw goes tight."

"I do? Geez, I'll have to work on that." The young man sounded somewhat dismayed. "Can't have people reading me that easily."

"It's better that way. You want the normies to remember that you're still human, right?" 

Mirio went still, his expression darkening. "I…yeah, you're right." He then cupped your cheek, gently easing your face to one side. "I'd like to do this again, I think." He murmured, pressing a few light kisses to your neck and the bruise you sported on your shoulder. "This human stuff." He clarified needlessly, and his smile was tinged with sorrow even as he spoke. "I never know when it'll go away."

"You're not dead yet." You felt like an idiot as soon as the flippant, automatic response left you, but Mirio appeared to agree with your sentiment.

"I'm going to take full advantage of that, I promise." His smile brightening, he went so far as to give you a little wink. "Now come over here so I can uh…do…what people do when they hook up."

"Alright, we can move to the bed." You allowed, laughing as you pulled your shirt off over your head. You ought to have known that any sort of gravity the situation may hold wouldn't last for long in the wake of Mirio's perpetual good cheer. This was just a hook up between old friends and, hey, you figured if he performed well you'd be gracious enough to consider looking over the paperwork. Whether a reward for him or you, you couldn't really say. 

Mirio had bounded to the bed, but the way he was looking at you now gave you pause. 

You hesitated, fidgeting with the sleeves of your discarded shirt as confidence slowly bled out of you. "If you're not comfortable with this-" you began, hoping that he was simply nervous.

Mirio's swallow was audible. "You just look really good." He stated, his voice soft and layered with an odd, unfamiliar heat. You could feel your own temperature rocket up in response, a flushed sensation spreading rapidly at the young man's obvious interest. 

You did your best to appear unaffected, though your leisurely saunter was nearly ruined by your stumbling out of your pants. "Oh?" You mused, trying to free your trapped leg in a cool and collected manner. "I'll admit, that's pretty nice to hear. You're not hard on the eyes yourself, Mi-"

Hands grabbed just beneath your rear and you were abruptly pulled in between Mirio's legs, the young man staring up at you with something akin to hungry awe. You shivered without meaning to, startled and also a bit excited by this turn of events. You could absolutely live with Mirio taking the lead, if only because it might yield humorous results. 

"Now what?" You purred, slinging your arms back around his neck. 

Mirio wordlessly hefted your legs up over his thighs, spreading you wide in his lap. He then kissed the fingers of your right hand, one by one, before requesting in a low voice, "show me what you like, Sunshine."

…

This was fantastic.

Fantastic. 

There had never been a time in his life that he had felt like this and he wanted to remember every detail of it, etch it into his brain with indelible marks. 

What you liked was, apparently, something that he could provide, which was immensely encouraging. As was the sight of you splayed in his lap, your body trembling and voice hitching even as you instructed him to move his fingers like this. 

"Y-You're pretty good at this," you praised, panting. 

Your words sent a shiver down his spine and Mirio straightened up, feeling very self-satisfied as he quickened the pace of his fingers. He could hear how wet you were and the idea that he had done that (or had at least helped a bit!) gave him the confidence to ask, "can I try something?"

The eyebrow raise he got in reply made Mirio cringe a little, but then you were laughing and telling him to go for it. "I'll let you know if I don't feel comfortable with it, Golden Boy." 

"Okay, good." Mirio made a spinning motion with his free hand. "Turn around for me?" After you repositioned yourself in his lap, Mirio pressed his lips to the back of your neck. You quivered under the touch, making a soft sound.

"Don't tease me," you whispered.

"I won't." He promised, fingers trailing over your chest to your nipples. "I just want to feel you." His hand slipped lower, down your stomach to his rapidly-hardening cock. Mirio hissed out a breath, cupping his dick and then sliding it against your pussy. With one large hand keeping it pressed to you, he used the other to gently pluck and tug at one of your nipples, making you arch back against his chest. 

"Mirio…" you whimpered, your breathy voice music to his ears. The young man nuzzled his face into your neck in reply, mouthing at the sensitive skin he discovered there while he slowly worked his cock back and forth over your pussy. 

Togata abruptly realized that you'd had enough when you canted your hips just so, causing the head of his cock to slip into your entrance without his intent. "Oh! Sorry, I-" Mirio's words ground to a stop as you shoved his hand to the side, leaning your entire body forward.

"Fuck me–" you swore, the muttered curse combined with the hot, tight slide of your pussy making Mirio's breathing shudder. You were so wet from his definitely-not teasing that the young man could feel you soaking the base of his dick already, even if most of his brainpower was currently focused on holy hell don't come yet, please don't come yet, this feels incredible.

Your palms pressed down on his thighs and you wriggled, likely situating yourself more comfortably, but Mirio grabbed your hips before he could think twice about it. "Wait." He gasped, biting his lip in an effort to maintain some sort of composure. "Wait, don't move. Just--g-give me a second."

"Oh that's right." You couldn't have sounded more self-satisfied if you had tried, Mirio was certain. "This is your first time, Golden Boy?"

"D-Don't-" He wanted to protest, really he did. Just because he hadn't had sex before didn't mean he was unaware of it, unaware of the urges of his body. His own wants and needs had just…well, they had never really taken priority is all. Then your nails were lightly scratching his thighs and the denial died on his lips. 

"Hey, I'll take good care of you." You crooned, your smug tone only riling the young man up further. 

Mirio's eyes narrowed, his mind racing to come up with something that would throw you off balance. He wasn't exactly knowledgeable in this field, but he might be able to…

Without another word he wrapped an arm around your waist, his other hand seizing your ribs. Then, he laid back, dragging you with him.

…

Holy shit.

Holy shit. 

Mirio, sweet, heroic Mirio, the golden boy, currently had you at his mercy. Restraining you with nothing but his own strength, the young man worked you down until you were fully seated on his cock. You moaned, startled when he shifted you to once again have your back to his chest, his hold on you methodically changing to finally coax your legs up into a full Nelson.

"Holy shit." You gasped, Mirio's fingers laced firmly at the back of your neck encouraging you to look down and watch him penetrate you. "H-Holy shit, Mirio-"

"Don't worry." The young man's voice seethed hot against your ear, echoing your confident words from moments before. "I'll take good care of you." 

"Oh I–believe it." You whimpered, biting your lip. 

Mirio rocked you down into the cradle of his pelvis, seeming to enjoy the idea of you watching him. "This okay?" He grated out, the concern heartwarming but ultimately unneeded. 

"Fuck me, Mirio!" You cried, more than a little panicky at the thought of him stopping. This was the most excitement you'd had in ages, you weren't about to tap out before the fun even began! "Please, please please, I want you-"

Mirio wordlessly planted his feet on your bed, arching his back and thrusting up into you. You keened out, helpless to do anything but get fucked by the large hero. The feeling was breathtaking, a complete surrender of control that left Mirio free to do whatever he liked to you. Currently that appeared to be stretching you to your limits, his cock rubbing in just the right way to drive you to your breaking point. You weren't sure when you had started chanting his name, and you had no idea how you managed to find the breath to do so in the first place.

Mirio, for his part, seemed content to rut against you and pant in your ear, the normally-talkative young man all but silent. He suddenly shuddered bodily, muttering something and then adjusting his grip to ease the strain on your neck. "Probably wasn't too--comfy-" 

Truthfully you hadn't even noticed, but you definitely felt the relief once he changed his hold on you. Your thanks died on your lips as the hero continued his single-minded mission, the air leaving your body too quick for you to get out a sentence. 

"Gonna' come," Mirio grunted, then, "f–uck, want you to come though." The unexpected swear caught you off-guard, your body tensing up at the low, desperate tone of his voice. Something about witnessing Mirio's rigid control begin to fray was fascinating, and you found yourself hoping that you'd get to see more.

"In me," you managed to say, relishing the groan you got in reply. 

The hero shifted, arching beneath you while he fucked up over and over, and with one final, deep plunge, his muscles went taut. "N…not yet, not yet." You could feel the hammering of his heart in his chest, the trembling of his body as he strained and then after what felt like forever, he let go of you.

…

Mirio fairly collapsed, going limp. "Y' 'kay?" He gasped, hastily relinquishing his hold on your body. You, apparently in the process of catching your breath, sufficed with a thumbs up to reply. 

Mirio felt a laugh threatening to escape and he did his best to ward it off by skirting a hand down your chest and stomach to stroke slowly, slowly over your clit. Judging from the way you shivered and arched up into his palm, he got the feeling that it had been the right call.

"I want–" he paused, trying to think of how he could say it differently and just settling on, "I want you to come too, okay? Show me what I should do."

You inhaled quickly, your hand moving to cover his. Your index finger urged his own forward, drawing lazy circles while the heel of your palm kept him from retracting his hand. Not that he would have, of course! Mirio was intensely interested in finding out how he could get you to come, especially considering that you had managed to get him off so easily before. His own impressive recovery period notwithstanding, he still felt like you more than deserved to enjoy yourself if you were able to. 

Judging from the noises you were making and the way your body was writhing, you were extremely able.

Mirio latched his other arm over you just beneath your chest, pinning you down as best as he could. 

"I've got you now, villain!" He exclaimed, grinning broadly while he grappled them to his chest. The miscreant lashed out, yelling and trying to kick him, but their attacks passed harmlessly through his body. "Careful! You'll hurt yourself." Mirio chided, snagging the tail end of their deep hood and tearing it off of them with one sharp jerk. "Now let's see-!"

You? Mirio froze.

Seizing your advantage in his moment of distraction, you managed to wrestle free of his hold. You glared at him with wild eyes, a smirk growing on your face when he remained silent. "What's the matter, Golden Boy? Usually you can't shut the hell up." With that, you slung yourself over the edge of the roof. Mirio heard you hit the fire escape with a metallic clang, your running footsteps quickly fading away…

"I've got you now, villain," he teased, hearing you snort in reply.

"Shut up, you're such a nerd." You said with a breathless laugh, shoving your forehead against his jaw. "I'm not going along with your weird roleplay kink."

"Roleplay-" Mirio began to sputter indignantly, about to list his protests because of course it was a joke, he was joking, but he decided to shove his thumb against your clit instead. With his cock still inside you he found he could feel your reactions, even the ones you tried to hide, which he was sure might be considered playing dirty. He couldn't really bring himself to care much though, considering the fact that your fingers were digging into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

"H-Hey–" you panted, sounding a little confused. "Mirio, w--Mirio, holy shit."

"Is it alright?" Mirio cautiously asked, hoping that your reactions weren't being caused by something aside from pleasure.

"It's great, fuck, fuck-" You were trembling, seeming torn between fucking down onto his cock or up into his hand. This led to stuttering motions that Mirio slowly eased into the rhythm of, his pelvis shifting up to meet you and elongate the motion. Your whole body was pressed to his and, while Mirio had a difficult time splitting his attention between the sounds he was wringing out of you and keeping his fingers moving, he liked to believe he wasn't doing too badly. 

You suddenly tensed up and the hero choked, feeling your pussy throb around him. "Fuck." You breathed, going limp in Mirio's arms. 

"Wow." Mirio gasped, grabbing your hips and thrusting upwards. "Wow, Sunshine." His brain completely deserted him as he chased his own completion, dissolving into nothing but nonsensical muttering and panting. "S' tight–" He groaned and it was as if you tightened even further, forcing him to do nothing but grind himself against you like a man possessed. 

You pitched forward to brace yourself on his thighs and that was all it took. Mirio buried his cock inside your cunt and came, his hands trembling before latching down hard on your hips.

…

You stared up at the ceiling, stunned speechless. Mirio simply continued to gently clean you up with a washcloth. When you finally broke the silence, it was to ask, "where the hell did you learn how to rail like that?"

"Good?" He asked cautiously.

"Yes Mirio, fuck's sake," you laughed, your mind still hazy. 

"I mean, I-I dunno', it was my first time so I'm not really sure."

You shifted your weight, catching his wrist. "You weren't kidding earlier? I figured you were just trying to maintain that sterling reputation you've got."

Mirio didn't meet your eyes, seeming a bit embarrassed. "W-Well, what good would have come out of lying? You'd have figured it out pretty quick."

Deliberately softening your tone, you replied, "Thank you for being honest with me, then. Even if it could be awkward."

"You deserve honesty," Mirio insisted, "and you deserve safety."

You sighed heavily, flopping onto your back and rolling your eyes. "Alright, let me use the bathroom and then you can pitch me your incredible scheme." You raised a finger to ward off the excited outburst you could see he was about to unleash. "I expect to have my record scrubbed. I'm not joining some stuffy group on garbage terms just because you think I would 'work hard and succeed' or 'it's what's right'. You know you can trust me. If you want me involved, you can go to bat to convince your peers to let me function without imposing unnecessary restrictions."

Mirio looked incredibly serious. "Done." 

You reached over, giving his hand a shake. "Well then Golden Boy, sell me on your plan and let's get me that hero license."

He pulled you into him instead, his eyes searching your own. That serious expression didn't wane in the slightest, even as he leaned down to kiss you once more. "I'll keep you safe." He murmured. "You don't have to be afraid anymore, okay? I'll help however I can."

"Sh-Shut up, Golden Boy." You blustered, flicking the tip of his nose before making your escape to the bathroom. Before you did anything else though, you braced yourself on the sink and studied your reflection in the mirror for a few moments. Was it hope or just the idea of it, daring to brighten your expression from its usual frown?

Maybe…maybe this hero stuff isn't so bad.

[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?)

[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?

[jesswritesthat]

Bakugō Katsuki: Engineer

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.5k, fluff, a little violence.

• Being a talented inventor meant your skills were sought by many (both good and bad), but then you catch the attention of Dynamight.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, mention of weapons, post time skip.

>>>>——————————>

"You can't be serious Bakugō-san."

The pro snapped to his trusty assistant, raising an expectant brow when replying like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You said they're the best. That's who I want for my agency."

"Yes but—"

"But nothing! Do you know where I can find them?"

"Everyone who has tried has been refused. Their infamous talent has been sought by heroes, big companies, and even villainous characters... All of whom failed to hire them."

"’Cause I haven't asked yet."

"Bakugō-san, I know there's no convincing you otherwise but, I'd recommend having other options available at least."

True to his assistants' warnings, you were no easy recruit, all his efforts at communication were futile. Emails? Calls? Letters? You hadn't replied to any of his professional outreach methods and he suspected this was a common occurrence for you.

Fine then, he'd turn up the heat. Your workshop address wasn't a secret to those with connections and Bakugō wasn't one to give up without a fight. Literally, if need be.

———

It was a perplexing thing in the middle of nowhere, your workshop. A metal-like building heavily lined with obscure defensive weaponry as well as having access to your own personal scrapyard it seemed. But it was yours. A rumoured mechanical talent for crafting hero gear and inventions, one that drew attention from far and wide. However you were content in your independence, it was less hassle this way you'd hoped.

Alas, the confident banging on the metal entrance doors with conviction was far from unusual.

"I told ya, I don't—" You paused once sliding open the door and taking a look at your visitor, lifting your goggles and shifting to a smile. "Haven't seen you at my door before."

"Since ya didn't answer my calls or mail, I don't have a choice." The man seethed through gritted teeth, trying to be more 'accommodating' like advised.

"Oh? Which one are you again?" Your gaze flicked to a pile of (some charred) letters in a nearby bin, smile growing more smug by the second.

"Bakugō Katsuki. You might know me as Dynamight though."

"Yeah you're fun. I like you." You smirked proudly, honesty and bemusement present. "The way you yell at people resonates with me."

The man rolled his eyes with scoffing sound, choosing not to say anything rambunctious enough to have you slam the door in his face - still, he was surprised when you welcomed him in.

"Tch. S'pose you know why I'm here then."

"You, and many others. Had Lemillion here last month, least he bought me a welcome basket with cake and such." You joked, easing the caution the blonde seemed to be upholding around you with his natural personality showing.

"Tch, ain't gonna get you none of that crap unless you start working with me. I did bring something useful though because I'm better than the other extras you've dealt with." He held out a bag, one you quizzically explored to find a peculiar item to win one over with.

"A spanner...?"

It wasn't just a spanner, it was one of the newest, top of the grade, multi tool sets crafted by one of the big brands. Thoughtful. Very thoughtful actually...

"I appreciate it, but I can't accept something this expensive. Especially when I'm going to decline your offer."

"S'fine. It's a gift, but if you feel that guilty about it then you can fix my gauntlets." Bakugō justified rather abruptly, shoving the bag into your arms to ensure you took it.

"Alright. That sounds fair."

"I'll grab 'em from my car, get your shit ready."

That afternoon, you sat beside Katsuki as he talked you through the technicalities of his weaponry whilst you worked on them together. All the while diverting onto conversation tangents and making drinks mid way, he demonstrated his quirk - tiny sparkles of explosive lighting up his hand.

"They're pretty, your explosions."

"They’re deadly— I don't— shut up nerd!" He dismissed you briskly, turning away with an irritated growl.

———

Fixing his gear would be the first and last time you'd see Bakugō in person you assumed, considering you declined his job proposition and all.

So when you received another bout of rapid banging on metal the following week, you were surprised to find a smirking Dynamight rather than another recruiter.

"Shocked to see me or something?"

"Well I— yeah. Figured you'd take my refusal and go."

"Nah you did a good job with my gauntlets, wanted to see what else you're up to." Dynamight flexed his wrist for example, openly pleased with his gauntlets but seemed more so by your genuine reaction.

"Oh really?" You sounded truly perplexed, but also excited to share your work with someone. "Sure, I'll show you my latest ideas!"

Bakugō stayed a while, a couple of hours discussing applications for your inventions and inquiring as to whether there were any materials you were unable to obtain recently. Then it moved on to his occupation, his agency, and then to trivial matters such as popular restaurants around town.

“So, wanna join my agency yet?” The blonde threw over his shoulder on his way out of the door.

“No Dynamight, but thank you for asking and visiting.”

“Fine nerd. I’ll be back then.”

Now you didn’t believe that for a second when he slammed the door behind him, and you felt like he’d only asked for the sake of it - fully expecting you to say no. However, if he did decide to visit again, you wouldn’t be mad about it you concluded.

———

Unfortunately, your next set of individuals weren’t so welcomed. You’d seen them multiple times previously, each visit coming with its increase of pressure to work exclusively for them. A dealer who specialised in exporting weaponry to villains on the black market, they had both the money and power to pose either a threat or a reward. Except, your constant refusals had only fuelled their growing impatience which led them crashing down your door tonight with violence in their wake.

"C'mon (L/n), I came here personally just to hire you. We'll certainly pay you well enough~" The dealer slammed you into the wall, digits digging so deeply into your neck you barely managed a disgruntled wretch.

"I'll neve— ever work— for you assholes!"

"Too bad, the consequence for that is death y’know." You were slung across the floor, a gasp for breath futile when he aimed his pistol at your heart. "Want to reconsider yet?"

"Fuck you."

The gun safety clicked off, one of the henchman's quirks keeping you painfully immobile. If these were your final moments you were furious you hadn't completed your latest invention, maybe a little irritated you hadn't hit the code red before you were taken over by a damn quirk. You avoided pledging alliances to avoid this bullshit! You didn't work for any competitors, you weren't in the line of fire for sharing information, but now you can't even refuse work without getting caught in a crime web?! Society and talent is a sh—

Then an ear splitting bang echoed in the facility, dust clouds and debris forcing through the room like a tidal wave, leaving two intruders knocked out and the remainder covering their faces and yelling confused curses. That's when you saw sparks of light, a familiar explosion you had the privilege of seeing in person only once before.

He came back.

"That's why they call me Great Explosion Murder God!" He grinned menacingly, teeth bared like a predator with a dangerous glint in those crimson eyes. Sparks and smoke danced around him, the hero lowering both his stance and voice when he spoke what sounded like a protective threat.

"Now get away from my agency's' new engineer."

Oddly you felt butterflies in your stomach, but you'd narrowed that down to the whole situation being an absolute bombshell. You watched as Dynamight immobilised them effortlessly, the quirk being lifted allowing you to utilise your inventions - mechanised laser snipers pointed at the foreheads of your unwanted company, all programmed to fire with a snap of your fingers.

"Couldn't have done that sooner nerd?" The hero shot back to you tauntingly, but you didn’t miss how his gaze flared up at the sight of bruising on your neck when he’d scanned you for injury.

"Then you'd be out of a job, hero."

It took no longer than ten minutes for the authorities to arrive, during that time Dynamight had retrieved any information he’d wanted. As well as issuing basic first aid to you contrastingly softly in comparison to the deathly interrogation the dealer experienced.

You’d be taken to hospital for a check of course, (Bakugō personally walking you to your escort since he couldn’t drive you himself right now) but before you bid farewell you had a burning question.

"When can I start?"

"Hah?" Came his classic recall, snapping to you with a look of angry curiosity.

"You called me your engineer, I was wondering when that begins." Your voice was quieter now, but upon realising Katsuki seemed a little embarrassed with hand rubbing his neck and honest answer spilled.

"It's your choice, but I figured saying that would get others off your back when word gets around. You'd be left in peace for a while to continue your work."

"And if I want to work with you, when would you want me at the agency?

"All the time." Just as quickly as he spoke, he realised his lack of hesitance, awkwardly huffing and rephrasing all in one. "I'll send over a contract, you can move stuff into the lab if you like the terms."

"Then I look forward to working with you, boss." Gladly, you held out your hand to him, pleased smirk plastered on your features.

"Call me Katsuki." He shook your hand, victorious grin in play. "And the pleasure’s all mine."

<——————————<<<<

[ Masterlist ]

[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

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

[vaguelyaperson]

the more i think about it, the more i like that izuku becomes a teacher as a quirkless adult, and that he supposedly never takes on full-time hero work

... it just wouldn't feel like such an odd ending if it wasn't such a sharp turn from the themes of the story.

it would beat a dead horse to get into such themes: the insistence that izuku could be a [pro] hero too, save to win win to save (implication of bkdk as hero duo), go beyond to achieve your dreams, ect. others have commented on this eloquently enough. i want to contemplate how 430/431 are a valid ending... if the story matched the conclusion.

bnha has themes that could've been developed to make 430/431 make more sense. there's the excellent theme that average citizens can be heroes through 'mundane' actions, and a suggestion that an ideal future would be one where heroes have too much free time (ie, pro heroes overall would be a defunded profession). i personally adore these themes, and was disappointed that the ending didn't explore more of what a better quirk culture should look like beyond 'uraraka reforms quirk education classes.' those themes (plus the commentary on villains) suggested an eventual overhaul of the current quirk culture - which we didn't get. which sucks. because these themes, properly developed, would make PERFECT sense of a protagonist who decides to be an 'average citizen.'

yet these ideas weren't quite attributed to izuku's character. he's the protagonist. he was set up for the big flashy future, right? which is why it feels like such a sudden slap to so many fans that he was supposedly content working as a teacher for eight years, that he wouldn't jump at the opportunity to become a full time hero.

now, a good bit of this can be attributed to story medium. bnha was skewed in the beginning to function as a standard shounen (boy has powers, boy works hard, boy achieves big dreams), and that it wasn't until about the last hundred chapters or so that horikoshi dug his heels in about writing the story he wants to write. so clearly if the story's endgoal changed in his mind (which stories often do, and manga is extremely restrictive in that an author can't rewrite the full story to make the plot consistent), then he only had so much leeway to lead to the eventual ending of a quirkless citizen izuku without taking the hardest turn from the standard shounen tone at the beginning.

but even then. even then, that's about a hundred chapters that bnha could've introduced the idea that IZUKU could be a hero in ways unrelated to professional heroism. that it's so unhealthy for this kid to sacrifice so much of himself that it would actually be better for him to pursue a different career.* or that it was even a valid career path for someone who initially dreamed of being a pro hero.

like, take lemillion; izuku's literal mirror. the story could've kept togata functionally quirkless, could've explored the full grief of such a big dream lost, could've explored the sheer injustice that this KID was put on the front-line and thus his quirk and dream were snatched from him... and then introduced a way that togata could use his skills to help people in a different career.

or take all might; izuku's mentor and cautionary tale. maybe have all might talk to izuku about grappling with being quirkless again. maybe have him find who he is beyond being of service to others (which is clearly these two born-quirkless fuckers dealing with massive self-worth issues, trying to justify their existence with heroics), and find relief in that. maybe have him wonder aloud if it might have been better for him to choose such a profession outright from the beginning, rather than repeatedly almost DIE as a pro-hero. maybe have the two revisit that conversation from the first episode, that being a [quirkless] hero IS dangerous, but that there is genuine fulfillment in other work - as all might has found in teaching.

then when it happens to izuku, it wouldn't be such a shock to the audience. and even if we don't see him change over those eight years of the epilogue, it wouldn't be such a shock that he turns down full-time hero work. we'd get it.

*because continuing off this point: the story very much established that izuku CAN'T be trusted 'unsupervised' as a pro hero. that ofa is almost a curse. how many fuckin fanworks reference an adult izuku who never stops putting himself into harms way, who keeps nearly fuckin dying (or does die) cause he never thinks of himself? the story could've EASILY built on this to the point that it would feel like a blessing that izuku loses ofa and can't become a pro-hero.

(instead of it being played in this.... extremely weird.... grieved not grieved, katsuki's sobbing but izuku 'started out quirkless' so it's fine??? like??? the tone??? is in shambles???)

instead, the story said "you don't have to fight alone, izuku, cause your friends are here." most especially that katsuki inserted himself as izuku's primary protector and competitor. that katsuki developed a whole ass power-up that could MATCH ALL FOR ONE'S power, that he CAUGHT UP to izuku as a hero. at large, class a showed the fuck up, more than once, to throw down on izuku's behalf. the story said, yes izuku is recklessly selfless, and ofa only exasperates this, but his friends are so determined to work hard to make sure there's always someone at his back. this will be the new generation of heroes.

... which... should've led to a completely different story conclusion. one that would've been just as valid as 'izuku finds more stability and meaning in being a teacher.' it would just need to be an ending that would have fit the established themes. i would've loved that ending too.

in conclusion! there's more to being a hero than flashy heroic acts. izuku is a selfless maniac who's probably safer in the classroom tbh. manga is a restrictive medium that can't be rewritten into a more consistent plot. nevertheless, given the amount of chapters horikoshi had to play with the story he wanted to tell, there was time to develop pre-existing themes that would better anticipate the conclusion we got. 430 and gods 431 especially - despite being arguably a valid ending for the characters - didn't have to feel like such sharp left turns.

... and despite learning to appreciate izuku turning down katsuki's agency offer, i still don't like 431. lmao

[arceus-insanity]

I think it did worse than nothing, as it spouts that you need to be convenient to your oppressors and abusers and if not your worse than them.

The raid on the Shie Hassaikai didn't happen to save Eri, it was to arrest all of the Yakuza at once so the pros didn't look bad. The only reason she wasn't just forgotten by the 'heroes' was because she through her torture was a key ingredient in the weapon they were making. Lemillion and by extension Deku, left her, covered in scars, covered in bandages, dressed in rags, with no shoes, and visibly terrified, with a known violent criminal, because arresting him there, would mean a couple lackeys might have gotten away and the pros would have looked bad.

Her safety, her fucking life, was deemed less important than pros' public image, even with her being convenient for the pros in every possible way, and it needs to be said.

Dabi telling the truth and revealing Endeavor for what he is was called "airing dirty laundry" by another top pro, Best Jeanist and Best Jeanist is treated as right.

Tentacole's backstory literally proves his own argument of inspiring the bigots to not be hateful, wrong! He as a child, saved another child from drowning, and his community thanked him, by permanently scarring him reminder as a fucking child in an attack.

I'm tired of this bullshit. Boiling about it.

I could face Touya's death with nothing but sadness, but noooooooo, this rotten writing had to make me angry too. Useless epilogue.

The time Touya was surviving in the machines had to be an extra time that would serve HIM. An extra time he could have been saved by Shoto with a decent and focused development. If it wasn't like that, why so many panels showing the child version of both of them? Wasn't it about reaching the heart? I hate being made a fool of by any piece of media. I'm not blind or retarded. Please, what a load of shit.

This extra time he was alive only served as suffering. There were PROBABLY conversations between Touya, Rei, Shoto, Fuyumi and Natsuo, but what was the outcome?? Did it help Touya? Did it save him? Or was it selfish ass lamentations like Enji???

Slow death without dignity and without any meaning. Right away for the man who turned the world upside down to see his existence having meaning.

Pure betrayal.

I feel betrayed for having paid attention to the story.

I don't want to take anything else from this manga with me. And I don't even know when I'll be able to face something from Touya without feeling down now.

This whole shit is disturbing, especially if you look at it from the point of view that the hero ranking that triggered Mideavor to start the whole fucked up Todofam lore to be number 1 still exists, and Touya hasn't received ANY JUSTICE AS VICTIM OF ABUSE. Not even legal consequences like put that garbage in jail.

I really wanted just to cry dramatically over Touya's death like a fucked up little girl, as if I was a teenager again. But nooooo, I'm BOILING as hell. (When i catch you hawks, when i catch you Enji and Hori...AHHHHG)

Touya was emptied, ignored, discarded and betrayed.

Everything now is incompetence and gaslighting.

[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]

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Pairing: (Eventual) Pro Hero!Mirio/AFAB Villain!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: As an individual with a pretty unimpressive Quirk, it hadn't taken long for you to stray from the straight and narrow. Until, of course, a certain pro hero from your past turned up on your doorstep…

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our first installment! I will never get over the Hassaikai arc. If you would like to be added or removed from the tag list, please let me know 💚 Enjoy!

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[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains graphic depictions of gore, emotional duress, mentions of death and financial hardship. Stay safe!]

You blinked. Rubbed your eyes, then checked again.

Nope, still there.

You shot backwards with a stifled swear, raising your hands in a defensive stance. "How the hell did you find me?" You snarled, noting as you did that you were probably not in as much trouble as you had originally thought.

The shining paragon of heroism currently slumped in the hallway of your apartment complex…well, he had definitely seen better days. His normally-pristine white suit was stained and torn in multiple places, and even as you watched a few more polycarbonate pieces clattered from what was left of his yellow visor. He finally raised his head to look at you and you were stunned to see tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

Despite that, Lemillion still mustered up a smile for you. "Hey, I uh…I need a favor. Didn't know where else to go."

Flabbergasted, you did the only thing you could think of, which was shutting the door in his face. You began the process of locking it all over again, your hands trembling as you did. "What the fuck," you hissed, resting your forehead on the worn wood. Before you could turn the last lock, however, you found yourself hesitating. 

Didn't know where else to go. He had looked like he was in a real bad way. Clearly he was desperate, if he had made his way to your previously-unknown address. You heaved a massive sigh of frustration, then jerked back the latch bolts and yanked the door open once more.

"Oh, you're back! That's great. Sorry to be a bother." Lemillion sounded like he was torn between laughing and crying, as if he couldn't even believe what was going on. When you seized his arm his breath hitched and you realized belatedly that it was blood his suit was stained with. The lighting out in the hall had always been pretty poor; you could be forgiven for missing a few details.

"Get in here before someone sees you." You muttered, relaxing your hold to something a bit more delicate. Granted, you knew damn well that he could phase free of any grip you might have had on him, but this was a show of trust on his part so you grudgingly relented. He leaned heavily on you while limping through the doorway, his left hand holding the tattered remains of his suit closed at the hip on his right side. "Sit on the bed, I have a lot of junk on my chairs so that's kind of it."

"I'm sorry about all of this, I-I just–" Lemillion tried to start up again so you gestured curtly in his direction before beginning to secure the door.

"Be quiet," you growled, slamming home that final satisfying latch. "I don't know what happened, and I don't care. Is all of this something that can be handled here or do you need to get to a med center?"

"I…" Lemillion paused, then admitted, "I'm not…really sure." He glanced up at you through what was left of his visor, smiling again after a second. "Glad I made the right choice, though."

"Did you, Golden Boy? Because all I have to do is send one simple text and it's over for you." You retorted sharply, reeling internally from how blasé he was being about this whole affair. "We chalking this incredible trust up to a head injury?" 

He laughed and then grimaced, a few tears making their way down his face. "You…might be on to something," he groaned, finally peeling his hand away from his side. 

You felt your stomach lurch at the sight of the mangled skin on his torso and you shuddered, fighting back the urge to get queasy. "Shit, Lemillion, what the fuck." You snapped, "you compromise my location-"

"I didn't know where else to go!" The young man cried. Those same words he had said in the hall, laden with fresh desperation, but you weren't having it. 

You fired back, still trying to keep your voice low, "literally anywhere but here, Golden Boy! What the fuck do you mean?!"

"It was the Hassaikai, I--I got shot with something," Lemillion babbled, his voice cracking, "some kind of Quirk remover, w-we knew they were developing it but we didn't think they'd advanced to the point where it was functional and now I…so my Q-Quirk is…" He broke down into tears, burying his face in his hands.

"Holy shit." You said weakly. "Man, I…look I know we aren't on the greatest terms, but I'm sorry."

"Nighteye is dead because of me." Lemillion sobbed, "I wasn't able to…I saved Eri but I couldn't–"

Fuck. "They got Nighteye?" The young man simply nodded in reply, clearly too distraught to answer verbally. You swore again under your breath, eyes darting to the door nervously. If the Hassaikai were serious enough to take out an experienced pro like Nighteye, it would be small potatoes for them to end you and the wounded Mirio. "Okay, okay. It's okay. It's alright. Is there someone you can call or-"

"I can't go back! I can't--Nighteye–" the hero choked out hysterically, coughing and then gripping his wounded side. "Please, I–" 

"Shh." You hushed him curtly, holding up a hand. "Shush. Cry, do what you have to, but you need to keep it down. I…I'll see if I can get a house call." 

Lemillion reached out, stained fingers grasping at the hem of your shirt. "Help me." He begged, tears continuing to spill down his face. 

Shaken, you replied, "Hey, I'm gonna', okay? I just don't want my neighbors to get suspicious." 

His face fell and the grip on your shirt tightened while he appeared to stare at the floor. "Thank you." He finally said thickly, releasing you. "I didn't know…I've never had to–" His words trailed off, head lolling to the side. It was quickly followed by his entire body, the young man appearing to lose consciousness. You rushed forward, catching his shoulders and managing to ease him flat on the bed. 

There was blood smeared on your blankets. You puffed out a breath, thoroughly wary and more than a bit confused. Then, you fished your phone out of your pocket and scrolled through your contacts.

"Hey Jund, I need a favor…"

…

The aforementioned Jund was a dark-haired, solidly-built man with a propensity for smoking indoors. He showed up as you were still in the process of scrubbing away the traces of blood in the hallway, having the audacity to raise an eyebrow at you. 

"Yeah, it's bad." You answered the unspoken query softly, opening your door and ushering him into your apartment. "Ah ah, put out the butt. No cigs in my hovel." You chided, waiting until he grudgingly stubbed out the cigarette in the proffered ashtray before you continued, "so like I said, I'm not a hundred percent sure what happened. He passed out on me, but-"

Lemillion abruptly lunged through the doorway of your bedroom, the young man nearly falling flat before he grappled the frame until his knuckles whitened. "Get away from them!" He yelled, taking a wild swing at Jund. 

The large man caught his arm, giving him a withering look. "You're just going to hurt yourself more, idiot." He gruffed out. "I ain't here to do anything but help. Don't get your panties in a twist."

You, for your part, put your face in your hands. Your embarrassment was all-consuming. "Can you tell we dated in high school?" You mumbled through your fingers to Jund, who snickered.

"Dating Lemillion? I didn't peg you for the goodie-two-shoes type." The older man said with a sidelong grin.

"I was young," you stressed the word. "Neither of us were exactly established in our career paths back then, either."

"Yeah, yeah, I bet." Jund teased, forcibly walking Lemillion backwards into your bedroom. "Now listen squirt, because I'm only gonna' say this once," he growled at the hero who was continuing to struggle against his hold. "I'm gonna' help and it's gonna' suck. You come at me again and I'm leaving. Got it?" Jund then tipped his head towards you. "Look, they called me here. They trust me. I'm not on anyone's side here, and I'm not gonna' rat anyone out. Consider me a…temporary ally."

Lemillion thrashed again and then went limp, glaring at Jund while clutching his side. "Fine." He panted eventually. If looks could kill, Jund would have been six feet under.

"Wonderful. Now shut up and let me work." Jund beckoned you closer, tapping your arm. "Roll up the sleeves and I'll get started."

…

Mirio wasn't sure how he was still conscious. His eyes kept sliding closed and he forced them back open, uncertain of where he was. Was he on the street? In the stairwell? No, no, he was sitting down on a bed. 

You had let him in?

You had let him in. 

Relief made his shoulders droop. He was safe then, at least for now. 

Pain shot through his core and he jerked upright, eyes flying open once more. You were there though, hands on his shoulders to steady him even as he writhed. "Easy, easy." You breathed, shooting a look to the side. "Almost done, Jund?"

"There's still a shell in his shoulder." That man grunted and Mirio felt something grate against bone, the hero arching his back in an unintentional effort to escape the agonizing sensation. 

His breath hitched, then seethed between his gritted teeth. Mirio fought the urge to continue thrashing, his entire being screaming to get away from the source of the pain. 

You gripped tight on his shoulders, that mild discomfort helping to ground him ever so slightly. "It's okay," you murmured, your voice oddly quiet. "Almost there." Mirio sobbed out an exhale, his fingers clawing for purchase on the blanket beneath him. You shifted then, scooping his hands up and holding them tightly to your chest so he couldn't move. "Almost there." You repeated firmly.

"Done." Jund said abruptly, the tall man making his reappearance. His hands were stained with an odd purple hue, the color nearly turning Mirio's already empty stomach inside-out. To say nothing of the bullet he held pinched between his thumb and forefinger, its hypodermic needle tip gleaming dull red.

The hero retched, flinching when he realized that your own hands were the same violet shade. You hadn't seemed to notice, simply thanking your large compatriot. 

Jund brushed you off, telling you in a no-nonsense tone that, "you'll need to eat soon, the damage was extensive." 

"Yeah, I can tell. I'm pretty light-headed." You admitted with a wry smile. "Doesn't help that I started with an almost empty tank. Ketchup packets and hot water are a poor substitute for tomato soup."

"Guess I'll be waiving my fee then." Jund grumbled. "Again."

"Wait, I have-" Mirio's hands felt like lead as the young man fumbled with the side of his utility belt. He finally managed to extract a few wrinkled bills, which he pressed into your palm. "I can get more, I'll just need to be careful. Security on my ATM cards and stuff." He tried to explain, the words thick and difficult to say. Exhaustion dragged at him even while he watched Jund shake his head.

"Keep it. The fee is a joke. I only charge the big shots who can afford it." The older man pointed out, "you're a fugitive, from what I can gather, or bare minimum you're in some deep shit. Save those dollars for when you'll need them, kid." He then tipped his head towards you. "Buy them some real food and lay low so you can heal."

…

Jund's Quirk, while wildly useful, took a heavy toll on him if someone wasn't able to share the burden. The lanky man waved off your offer of a beverage before he left, simply giving you the instructions to, "force him to take it easy for a few hours." He also carefully placed the bullet into a ziplock bag you provided, his face troubled.

Mirio had fallen asleep relatively soon after Jund had finished, the younger man still arguing the merits of paying his 'fee' even as his voice got softer and softer. Once Jund departed you took a moment to heave a sigh, then straightened your shoulders and got to work. 

The blankets would need to be washed, and while it might be paranoid to think that you may already be under surveillance, you weren't about to risk leaving your apartment with your bloodstained bedclothes. The shower would have to suffice.

Slinging your two light summer blankets into the bathroom, you then rummaged around in your combination broom closet/linen closet/general catch-all storage closet for your laundry supplies. A stain remover for sure, but you'd have to dissolve it before adding it to the fabric as the rinse water would need to be cold to help lift the blood. 

Ugh. So you'd need to find a container for the stain powder (one that could be rinsed out or disposed of), and then you'd have to run extra water for the whole endeavor. Ugh ugh ugh. You doggedly got to work, grumbling mentally the entire time you swished and scrubbed at your blankets in the bottom of your shower. 

At least the powder worked, despite your annoyance over the process. You ended up arduously wringing the blankets out and draping one over the shower door while the other took up a sprawling residence stretched between your two kitchen chairs, which were both laden with the buildup of your junk mail. With that particular trial managed, your stomach rumbled. 

The clock on your stove was still blinking 12:00 from your last power outage, when you had finally given up on trying to keep it current. You checked your phone for the time, and then resigned yourself to rustling up something to eat.

You were up to your waist in a lower cabinet chasing down an eye-laden potato when you dimly heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you.

You froze.

"Can I ask where your cups are?" Mirio, how was he even able to move. 

You nearly brained yourself on the lip of the cabinet door in your haste, quickly turning to face the young man with your hard-earned prize in hand. "Upper cabinet by the sink." You answered his question, your voice faltering a bit.

Mirio looked awful. His nose was red, and his eyes were bloodshot with lurid purple circles beneath them. Despite his appearance, he just nodded and then used the counter like a crutch so he could limp across the kitchen. "I'm still…pretty sore." He explained, like he assumed you wouldn't know.

"Mirio it's been less than four hours since your lung was unpunctured, you're lucky if all you are is sore." You chided, moving to open the cabinet for him. His hand landed clumsily on top of your own on the handle and the both of you flinched, Mirio moving back a step and you yanking the cabinet open. "Uh, sorry. Just a little jumpy." You tried to apologize, the reality of your situation catching up with you. A hero (former hero?) had come to your residence in search of aid. What the hell kind of mess was this?

You quickly filled the cup from the tap, handed it off to Mirio and got to work cutting the eyes out of your lone potato. 

"Whatcha' doin'?" Mirio asked after a moment. 

"Trying to figure out how to feed two people with one sad legume." You grunted as your knife caught on a particularly stubborn eye, then huffed in frustration when you accidentally nicked your knuckle. "Ow, dammit."

"Hey, easy." The blond man admonished, continuing, "look, just take what I've got. We can go to a corner store, pick up some stuff."

"Excuse me, 'we'? Golden Boy, you're the one who came here all in a panic over being spotted!" You pointed out.

Mirio blinked down at you, seeming confused. "Yeah, but your Quirk can change how I look. So it's fine."

Ah. So that had been why he sought you out. You weren't sure why that deepened your irritation, but you found yourself setting your jaw and digging back into the potato. Abruptly the knife sank into a mushy spot and your heart sank as you realized the potato had gone bad. "Come on, fuck's sake." You swore under your breath, chucking the offending tuber in the trash and resting your hands on the counter.

"Did…did I say something?" Mirio asked awkwardly. "Wait, wait, did you lose your Quirk-?"

"No, I didn't." You cut him off, dropping the knife in the sink and washing your hands. You then turned, giving his face a hard look. "I just won't be able to do anything about the bruising. You know I've never been able to change skin or mask injuries." 

"Oh. Well it's a relief that you haven't lost your Quirk." Mirio's smile looked hollow and wrong. "Was kinda' worried there." His eyes strayed to the ziplock bag on your counter while he spoke.

You placed your hands on either side of his face, furrowing your brow in concentration. Your Quirk allowed you to change superficial things like hair or eye color and hair length, as well as offering limited control over more advanced things like bone structure. It was relatively simple to soften Mirio's striking features, masking the well-known hero with the guise of shaggy dark hair and smaller eyes. One final adjustment of his cheekbones and you nodded to yourself, content with your handiwork. It had taken you ages just to master working in vague symmetry, so as not to leave the subject of your Quirk stuck in the Uncanny Valley for the hour of use you could provide them.

"We still need some sunglasses to hide that bruising." You mused aloud, turning to your kitchen table and shoving the majority of your junk mail aside to unearth your lone set of shades. "Throw these on and we can make the run."

…

Forty minutes later Mirio sat impatiently on your bed. You had refused his offer to help, stating that since he had paid for the food he shouldn't need to prepare it. "I can cook, y'know." He called at your back, a little entertained by how nasally his voice sounded. You must have altered the shape of his nose. Those sunglasses had nearly slid off his face numerous times.

"I remember well what you considered cooking." You snarked dryly, "I was in the hospital with food poisoning for three days, Golden Boy."

"I'm also not fourteen anymore, Sunshine." Mirio retorted, his old nickname for you rolling off his tongue before he could think. "I've needed to keep myself alive. Can't exactly fight villains when I'm stuck in the bathroom, now can I?"

"Well I certainly couldn't, but knowing your overachieving ass I'm sure you'd manage somehow."

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but you seemed irritated. Mirio grimaced at himself after a second of thought; of course you would be irritated! He had just shown up at your doorstep while you were clearly trying to lay low and pretend to be an ordinary member of society. The life of a villain wasn't an easy one, and while he didn't agree with it he wasn't entirely devoid of empathy. You had always been pushed to enter a career of public relations regardless of your own wants or needs, to the point where the pressure became too much and you had dropped out of high school. After that, you had essentially vanished from social media and the public eye.

Seeing you in the field, recognizing you in the field and realizing that you weren't pursuing a lawful career…it had been sobering. Mirio knew that it would hardly be the first time he may have to engage with someone he had known in his youth. The world was a hard place if you lacked an attention-grabbing Quirk. He just hadn't expected you to be someone he would trade blows with.

Despite the clear mismatch of the two of you, the organization you partnered with had clearly trained you well. You consistently managed to evade Mirio, even with his considerable strength and powerful abilities. The few times you had engaged him head on, you met him with such ferocity that he was left stunned. Whatever had happened to you through the years must have been…difficult. At least, he hoped that's all it was.

The only reason he had your address was because he had been looking up old classmates in the city database out of boredom. He couldn't really say why he had never turned you in.

Well, that was a lie. He could, but he brushed it off as bias. Plus, it wasn't as if your particular villain gang was up to anything more nefarious than petty robbery or the occasional smash and grab. With the Hassaikai on the loose, resources had been stretched pretty thin!

The Hassaikai.

Mirio's fists clenched tight on his thighs, the young man staring at the floor. They had succeeded, sure, but the loss of Nighteye, his own hand in his mentor's death…

Togata hadn't realized he was crying until he felt you tug his chin upwards. The look you gave him was inscrutable and felt like it went on forever, the former hero forced to sniffle and wait for you to let go.

But all you said was, "dinner's ready," and Mirio wasn't sure if he imagined the sympathy in your eyes before you released him.

"Sorry," he apologized on instinct, rubbing his eyes. "You must think I'm pretty dumb, huh?"

"I think you coming here was pretty dumb." You allowed stiffly, passing him a bowl. "You being upset about…stuff, is totally fine."

"Is there anyone-" Mirio paused, swallowing a bite before he continued, "in your group with any sort of analysis capabilities? For the bullet."

You snorted, shaking your head. "Sorry, no. You probably knew that already though."

"Figured it wouldn't hurt to ask." The hero exhaled, thinking hard. That complicated things immensely, to the point where he was essentially out of options. His stomach twisted, threatening to make his dinner reappear. Oh sure, he had known deep down that there was no point in running from the scene. He had known that he would eventually be tracked down and made to answer for his hand in Nighteye's demise. He had just been hoping there would be more time for him to mentally prepare, more time for him to grieve the loss of his Quirk and his mentor. 

But it seemed that time was not on his side.

"I'll have to turn myself in, then." Mirio said quietly. "The bullet is really important evidence and while I'm…not really ready to face the music, it would be pretty selfish of me to hide out and endanger you further just because I'm being a coward."

You turned to look at the window, squinting in the dim light of the morning. "How about you sleep on it, then decide?" was your reasoning. "There's not much you can do in your current state. Get some rest first, screw your head on straight, and then you can decide. You're probably pretty fragile right now." An unexpected sob fought free of Mirio's throat, like the finishing touch on your sentence. You made a gesture, as if to say, see? "You need rest. For real this time."

"What about you?" God, he hated that his voice sounded so weak. 

"I've got enough time for a quick nap, my shift doesn't start until ten." You stood up, stretching with a groan. "Can't believe I had to stay up all night to deal with this."

"I…I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking clearly." 

Your hand landed on his head, rumpling the hair that was slowly returning to its regular blond hue. You didn't actually say anything, but Mirio got the impression that he might be forgiven.

Part Two

[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