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In a world of super heroes and villains, you are a historian. You are convinced that something is altering time, changing history so that super powered events only happened “a few years ago” when they should be far older.

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Love Tomura going into a whole history lesson about hero and villain names

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family

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I want to thank past me for this side-blog because it's going to make catching up to the manga again so much easier. And least I roughly know were I left off last time.

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I'm finally catching up to the manga.

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God....seeing someone point out that Touya crashed into a building trying to fly away

Seriously y'all

Once you fully embrace Touya and Tomura for how they truly are--pathetic and pitiful--you'll be so much happier.

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i havent kept up with bnha since 2017 but let it be known the new chapter leaks about bakugos weird ass resurrection is one of the funniest plot contrivances ive heard in my fucking life like hooooly shit

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Remember what I said about death being the only stake? Well, aparently death is going to be meaningless too. ISTG if beloved and actually important characters don't die and stay dead this fight is going to feel so empty.

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I can’t stop thinking about how even though he couldn’t be there alongside Bakugo, Aizawa tried to get him help

and then on reflex, even though he was at a significant distance from this fight, he tried again himself

but he still couldn’t prevent this, just like he couldn’t prevent the League from getting Bakugo at the summer training camp, and I’m…I’m just so heartbroken for Aizawa because he’s gonna blame himself for this and he’s gonna run circles in his mind of all the ways he could have done better, all the ways he could have planned better or done something but it’s not his fault.

Even though he did everything he could, this still happened, and I’m just…this hurts

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Remember when I said Elixir could regrow a heart? Let's hope Horikoshi borrows something other than the Coulsonian death

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The fact that he pulled a fucking Coulson with Bakugo. The card, the damn card.

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I just want to finish my damn thesis and catch up to BNHA

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Repentance

Mini-Fic, written back in 2021

Dabi / Touya centric fic

ca. 1200 words

The League of villains had fallen, and hero society had crumbled to ashes, trapped in a hurricane of fire their broken children made. But, after five years in Tartarus, the “how” didn’t matter to him anymore.

Five years, saying that was easy, it was quick as a match. But those five years were 1825 days that passed slowly, days of solitude that gave his past self more than enough time to catch up to him. 1825 that gave his therapist more than enough time to get him to reflect on his actions, to get him in touch with the emotions he had learnt to shut down. To get him back on his feet. It wasn't forced, there were no mind quirks involved, it wasn’t easy either. Touya Todoroki accepted the help because, with Enji’s reputation in shambles, with the commission undergoing reform and the world of heroes changed forever, he had no need for Dabi. The false heroes were falling, sliding in the blood it costed, he didn’t need that anymore.

It took 400 hundred days for Touya Todoroki to be allowed a letter. He wrote to Natsuo, he wrote to the brother he had once been close to, he didn’t ask for forgiveness, he didn’t think he deserved it. He wrote, and wrote, and explained himself without trying to justify himself, just as his therapist had taught him. He said “I’m sorry for the pain I brought you”, he didn’t say “forgive me”.

He wrote to Natsuo, but in that letter he also wrote to his sister and the little brother who was the other side of that broken coin, he wrote to the mother who had recently been let out of institutionalization now that it was clear she didn’t need it anymore, now that Enji Todoroki couldn’t keep using his influence to keep his secrets and misdeeds hidden in the dark.

He wrote to Natsuo expecting no answer, but his siblings had always been kinder than him, especially the white haired boy he had spent his childhood playing and crying with.

Natsuo wanted to be a doctor, Fuyumi wanted to be a teacher, because of course they would want to help people, to give others solace. Shoto had decided to keep studying in UA, to keep going on his hero career, but he had also told his siblings that maybe, one day, he would leave the fighting behind and focus on being a social worker. The fact that they were all so kind to a world that had done nothing for them almost pissed Touya off, and it took a few sessions to work through said issue.

At 500 days, he was allowed a phone call a month. That was much faster than the average Tartarus intern. Three years into his fifteen year sentence, Touya was allowed to talk to his siblings and mother through video.

Shoto was already an adult by then, and that made him truly realize how much time had passed. His mother looked older, but so much happier than the last time he had seen her. Half a year later, his family got permission to send him books, as long as the authorities approved of them. Shoto and him had the same taste in literature.

Five years into his sentence, Touya Todorki’s conduct was exemplary. Not a fight, not an issue. Recovery was slow and painful, it wasn’t linnear, but the therapists at Tartarus were more than happy with his advances. Now that Dabi was gone for good, Touya was allowed to get transferred to a different prison, to one that would allow him to see the sun, to one that would allow him visitors and trade education. He was deemed ready to start a more complete reinsertion program, he looked like the perfect candidate for it.

But paperwork was slow, and evaluations were thorough. So, after informing his family of the transfer possibility, he had to wait almost another year for it to happen.

Sunshine felt weird on his skin. Almost six years without using his quirk, almost six years of appropriate medical treatment had rendered the staples a thing of the past and the scarring much lighter. Touya would never have perfect skin and he didn’t care about it either, but getting rid of the chronic pain it had caused him was, without a doubt, a big factor in bettering his mental stability.

The day Touya Todoroki felt the wind again before getting on the transport, security had to be enhanced, and the same thing happened at his destination. The peace sunlight brought, made the shouting quieter. Not everyone was happy with Dabi leaving Tartarus, and he couldn’t expect a different thing, 30 broken families, 30 corpses in his path to changing the world, 30 groups of friends and relatives that deserved the chance to shout at him and let him realize the pain he had brought upon them in his attempt to stop the cause of his own. Sunlight made it quieter, but it didn’t shout them out.

“Tell them I’m sorry”, he told Natsuo and Shoto on their first visit. “I know it doesn’t change anything, but… Would you?”

“I’ll take care of it, Touya.”, Shoto promised.

It was hard to believe that the 22 year old in front of him was the same kid that had taken him down once. The kid who defeated Dabi and saved Touya.

He was proud of him, proud of how smart and strong he was, proud of how he had changed the world. How he had campaigned for second chances, for background checks on heroes, for all the things that were making the world a better place, a place where a new Endeavour would have it difficult to exist.

Second chances weren’t a thing on his first day in jail, and now he was 3401 days away from his own. Maybe 1576 if he kept his conduct good, if the world showed him a mercy he had not shown several years before.

Was that redemption? He didn’t know, he didn’t even like that word. He had repented, he had learnt, he had paid with time for the pain he had caused. He had acted as the perfect inmate, not in search of a better sentence, but for the privileges good conduct brought with it, for that last chance at reconciliation with the family he had filled with scars.

Touya Todoroki walked out of jail at the age of 37, twelve years after he had entered, because the world thought ten to be too little and fifteen too much after the man he had become. He participated in the rehabilitation of others, he never got in a fight after the first month in Tartarus. Touya’s fire had stopped burning with hate the moment news of Enji’s demise reached his ears, he had become an empty vessel for months, he had a difficult time on the first weeks of therapy until he started to truly cooperate, 400 days to send a letter, 4383 days to walk out of jail as a free man.

4383 to start a new life with the family that had taken him back.

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Repentance

Mini-Fic, written back in 2021 Dabi / Touya centric fic ca. 1200 words

The League of villains had fallen, and hero society had crumbled to ashes, trapped in a hurricane of fire their broken children made. But, after five years in Tartarus, the “how” didn’t matter to him anymore.

Five years, saying that was easy, it was quick as a match. But those five years were 1825 days that passed slowly, days of solitude that gave his past self more than enough time to catch up to him. 1825 that gave his therapist more than enough time to get him to reflect on his actions, to get him in touch with the emotions he had learnt to shut down. To get him back on his feet. It wasn't forced, there were no mind quirks involved, it wasn’t easy either. Touya Todoroki accepted the help because, with Enji’s reputation in shambles, with the commission undergoing reform and the world of heroes changed forever, he had no need for Dabi. The false heroes were falling, sliding in the blood it costed, he didn’t need that anymore.

It took 400 hundred days for Touya Todoroki to be allowed a letter. He wrote to Natsuo, he wrote to the brother he had once been close to, he didn’t ask for forgiveness, he didn’t think he deserved it. He wrote, and wrote, and explained himself without trying to justify himself, just as his therapist had taught him. He said “I’m sorry for the pain I brought you”, he didn’t say “forgive me”.

He wrote to Natsuo, but in that letter he also wrote to his sister and the little brother who was the other side of that broken coin, he wrote to the mother who had recently been let out of institutionalization now that it was clear she didn’t need it anymore, now that Enji Todoroki couldn’t keep using his influence to keep his secrets and misdeeds hidden in the dark.

He wrote to Natsuo expecting no answer, but his siblings had always been kinder than him, especially the white haired boy he had spent his childhood playing and crying with.

Natsuo wanted to be a doctor, Fuyumi wanted to be a teacher, because of course they would want to help people, to give others solace. Shoto had decided to keep studying in UA, to keep going on his hero career, but he had also told his siblings that maybe, one day, he would leave the fighting behind and focus on being a social worker. The fact that they were all so kind to a world that had done nothing for them almost pissed Touya off, and it took a few sessions to work through said issue.

At 500 days, he was allowed a phone call a month. That was much faster than the average Tartarus intern. Three years into his fifteen year sentence, Touya was allowed to talk to his siblings and mother through video.

Shoto was already an adult by then, and that made him truly realize how much time had passed. His mother looked older, but so much happier than the last time he had seen her. Half a year later, his family got permission to send him books, as long as the authorities approved of them. Shoto and him had the same taste in literature.

Five years into his sentence, Touya Todorki’s conduct was exemplary. Not a fight, not an issue. Recovery was slow and painful, it wasn’t linnear, but the therapists at Tartarus were more than happy with his advances. Now that Dabi was gone for good, Touya was allowed to get transferred to a different prison, to one that would allow him to see the sun, to one that would allow him visitors and trade education. He was deemed ready to start a more complete reinsertion program, he looked like the perfect candidate for it.

But paperwork was slow, and evaluations were thorough. So, after informing his family of the transfer possibility, he had to wait almost another year for it to happen.

Sunshine felt weird on his skin. Almost six years without using his quirk, almost six years of appropriate medical treatment had rendered the staples a thing of the past and the scarring much lighter. Touya would never have perfect skin and he didn’t care about it either, but getting rid of the chronic pain it had caused him was, without a doubt, a big factor in bettering his mental stability.

The day Touya Todoroki felt the wind again before getting on the transport, security had to be enhanced, and the same thing happened at his destination. The peace sunlight brought, made the shouting quieter. Not everyone was happy with Dabi leaving Tartarus, and he couldn’t expect a different thing, 30 broken families, 30 corpses in his path to changing the world, 30 groups of friends and relatives that deserved the chance to shout at him and let him realize the pain he had brought upon them in his attempt to stop the cause of his own. Sunlight made it quieter, but it didn’t shout them out.

“Tell them I’m sorry”, he told Natsuo and Shoto on their first visit. “I know it doesn’t change anything, but… Would you?”

“I’ll take care of it, Touya.”, Shoto promised.

It was hard to believe that the 22 year old in front of him was the same kid that had taken him down once. The kid who defeated Dabi and saved Touya.

He was proud of him, proud of how smart and strong he was, proud of how he had changed the world. How he had campaigned for second chances, for background checks on heroes, for all the things that were making the world a better place, a place where a new Endeavour would have it difficult to exist.

Second chances weren’t a thing on his first day in jail, and now he was 3401 days away from his own. Maybe 1576 if he kept his conduct good, if the world showed him a mercy he had not shown several years before.

Was that redemption? He didn’t know, he didn’t even like that word. He had repented, he had learnt, he had paid with time for the pain he had caused. He had acted as the perfect inmate, not in search of a better sentence, but for the privileges good conduct brought with it, for that last chance at reconciliation with the family he had filled with scars.

Touya Todoroki walked out of jail at the age of 37, twelve years after he had entered, because the world thought ten to be too little and fifteen too much after the man he had become. He participated in the rehabilitation of others, he never got in a fight after the first month in Tartarus. Touya’s fire had stopped burning with hate the moment news of Enji’s demise reached his ears, he had become an empty vessel for months, he had a difficult time on the first weeks of therapy until he started to truly cooperate, 400 days to send a letter, 4383 days to walk out of jail as a free man.

4383 to start a new life with the family that had taken him back.

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Repentance

Mini-Fic, written back in 2021

Dabi / Touya centric fic

ca. 1200 words

The League of villains had fallen, and hero society had crumbled to ashes, trapped in a hurricane of fire their broken children made. But, after five years in Tartarus, the “how” didn’t matter to him anymore.

Five years, saying that was easy, it was quick as a match. But those five years were 1825 days that passed slowly, days of solitude that gave his past self more than enough time to catch up to him. 1825 that gave his therapist more than enough time to get him to reflect on his actions, to get him in touch with the emotions he had learnt to shut down. To get him back on his feet. It wasn't forced, there were no mind quirks involved, it wasn’t easy either. Touya Todoroki accepted the help because, with Enji’s reputation in shambles, with the commission undergoing reform and the world of heroes changed forever, he had no need for Dabi. The false heroes were falling, sliding in the blood it costed, he didn’t need that anymore.

It took 400 hundred days for Touya Todoroki to be allowed a letter. He wrote to Natsuo, he wrote to the brother he had once been close to, he didn’t ask for forgiveness, he didn’t think he deserved it. He wrote, and wrote, and explained himself without trying to justify himself, just as his therapist had taught him. He said “I’m sorry for the pain I brought you”, he didn’t say “forgive me”.

He wrote to Natsuo, but in that letter he also wrote to his sister and the little brother who was the other side of that broken coin, he wrote to the mother who had recently been let out of institutionalization now that it was clear she didn’t need it anymore, now that Enji Todoroki couldn’t keep using his influence to keep his secrets and misdeeds hidden in the dark.

He wrote to Natsuo expecting no answer, but his siblings had always been kinder than him, especially the white haired boy he had spent his childhood playing and crying with.

Natsuo wanted to be a doctor, Fuyumi wanted to be a teacher, because of course they would want to help people, to give others solace. Shoto had decided to keep studying in UA, to keep going on his hero career, but he had also told his siblings that maybe, one day, he would leave the fighting behind and focus on being a social worker. The fact that they were all so kind to a world that had done nothing for them almost pissed Touya off, and it took a few sessions to work through said issue.

At 500 days, he was allowed a phone call a month. That was much faster than the average Tartarus intern. Three years into his fifteen year sentence, Touya was allowed to talk to his siblings and mother through video.

Shoto was already an adult by then, and that made him truly realize how much time had passed. His mother looked older, but so much happier than the last time he had seen her. Half a year later, his family got permission to send him books, as long as the authorities approved of them. Shoto and him had the same taste in literature.

Five years into his sentence, Touya Todorki’s conduct was exemplary. Not a fight, not an issue. Recovery was slow and painful, it wasn’t linnear, but the therapists at Tartarus were more than happy with his advances. Now that Dabi was gone for good, Touya was allowed to get transferred to a different prison, to one that would allow him to see the sun, to one that would allow him visitors and trade education. He was deemed ready to start a more complete reinsertion program, he looked like the perfect candidate for it.

But paperwork was slow, and evaluations were thorough. So, after informing his family of the transfer possibility, he had to wait almost another year for it to happen.

Sunshine felt weird on his skin. Almost six years without using his quirk, almost six years of appropriate medical treatment had rendered the staples a thing of the past and the scarring much lighter. Touya would never have perfect skin and he didn’t care about it either, but getting rid of the chronic pain it had caused him was, without a doubt, a big factor in bettering his mental stability.

The day Touya Todoroki felt the wind again before getting on the transport, security had to be enhanced, and the same thing happened at his destination. The peace sunlight brought, made the shouting quieter. Not everyone was happy with Dabi leaving Tartarus, and he couldn’t expect a different thing, 30 broken families, 30 corpses in his path to changing the world, 30 groups of friends and relatives that deserved the chance to shout at him and let him realize the pain he had brought upon them in his attempt to stop the cause of his own. Sunlight made it quieter, but it didn’t shout them out.

“Tell them I’m sorry”, he told Natsuo and Shoto on their first visit. “I know it doesn’t change anything, but… Would you?”

“I’ll take care of it, Touya.”, Shoto promised.

It was hard to believe that the 22 year old in front of him was the same kid that had taken him down once. The kid who defeated Dabi and saved Touya.

He was proud of him, proud of how smart and strong he was, proud of how he had changed the world. How he had campaigned for second chances, for background checks on heroes, for all the things that were making the world a better place, a place where a new Endeavour would have it difficult to exist.

Second chances weren’t a thing on his first day in jail, and now he was 3401 days away from his own. Maybe 1576 if he kept his conduct good, if the world showed him a mercy he had not shown several years before.

Was that redemption? He didn’t know, he didn’t even like that word. He had repented, he had learnt, he had paid with time for the pain he had caused. He had acted as the perfect inmate, not in search of a better sentence, but for the privileges good conduct brought with it, for that last chance at reconciliation with the family he had filled with scars.

Touya Todoroki walked out of jail at the age of 37, twelve years after he had entered, because the world thought ten to be too little and fifteen too much after the man he had become. He participated in the rehabilitation of others, he never got in a fight after the first month in Tartarus. Touya’s fire had stopped burning with hate the moment news of Enji’s demise reached his ears, he had become an empty vessel for months, he had a difficult time on the first weeks of therapy until he started to truly cooperate, 400 days to send a letter, 4383 days to walk out of jail as a free man.

4383 to start a new life with the family that had taken him back.

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I've finally got the time to read 355 and I am living for the Aizawa / Jiro injury parallel.