hypocritehero

[hypocritehero]

"There’s no need to do anything drastic."

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Mikumo isn’t used to having to assemble on the fly like this, but that destructive Quirk is a force to be reckoned with. He should be thankful that it’s just his gear being destroyed and not his body.

“You’re wrong,” he says, just for the sake of saying it. He still needs more time, he’s scanning the debris for anything he can get his hands on and jamming all the bits together as he runs. The portable oxygen bottle in his kit is technically supposed to be used as an emergency air supply, but run that through a bit of metal tube stuffed with iron wool...

A common lighter is all it takes. The wool ignites, then the rod itself, pure steel crackling like an oversized sparkler. He swipes his homemade thermal lance across the ground to test it and it leaves a molten gouge in the concrete. “Drastic is the only way people like me can keep up with people like you.”

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"You could just leave and pretend nothing ever happened."

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“Like hell I could!” Izuku is channeling Katsuki right now, barking out bravado even though his stomach is churning with sickening unease. He hasn’t forgotten what Shigaraki’s Quirk looks like acting on a human being. And yet-

He may only have a provisional license, but he’s still a Hero through and through. And he’s the only chance these people have. He doesn’t even have to win, he just has to hold him off until the Pros can arrive. Steeling his nerves for a confrontation, he crouches down low and assumes a ready stance.

“You leave first.”

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"I realized there was more to this world than I’d ever thought possible, that there was a shred of happiness to be saved…and that I wanted to destroy it."

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“You really take misanthropy to a whole new level, huh.” It’s not like Izuku didn’t already know Shigaraki’s personality before signing up, he just didn’t care back then about much of anything. Not that he truly cares now, he’s just regained some focus. “And after you destroy everything, I assume you’ll be ruling over rubble? Or do you plan on retiring?”

He’s curious to know what a ‘future’ even looks like to someone like this.

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xerantic‌:

“Yeah, I guess so. But I lived, so it looks like that is excessive. It’s probably fine.”

Izuku is the last person who should be chiding people on their health habits and yet.

He feels his eyebrow twitch. “...You know you’re not immortal, right? Don’t gather all these people and then die from stupid reasons.”

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classgenius‌:

     A sheltered childhood leaves her at a loss when it comes to some of these things. Games played, seasonal festivities, and a host of other typical activities. So it comes as no surprise that she’s lost on this one.

     His hesitance to explains speaks volumes on behalf of the topic. As soon as the word kiss leaps from his tongue, Momo finds herself wide-eyed and rather shocked. “Doesn’t that seem a bit — crude? Who would kiss someone over a game?”

Is it crude? Izuku feels even more embarrassed at Yaoyorozu’s wide-eyed judgement, since part of him secretly wanted to play as well. She couldn’t possibly know that, but he still feels the need to defend his position anyways.

“W-Well- Maybe?! I think for some people it’s like, um, a ch-chance to have a high school experience that you might not otherwise, you know?!” His voice comes out a little squeaky and he flails his hands this way and that in a fluster.

“We’re all so busy with schoolwork and training and work studies, so... d-dating is really hard for a lot of people right now. It’s less pressure to make it a ‘game,’ I think...”

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dinamodama‌:

IT was strangely cute how he was slowly leaning in still keeping a polite distance. In an odd way, it was gentlemanly? Well at least in her eyes, but she felt relieved that he was just as awkward as she was!

As he would take the gentle bite of the opposite end of the stick, she offered a small smile in an attempt to ease both his and her own nerves before nodding slowly.

“Start then…” taking deep breath she would take the first step, or well a nibble in this case. Slowly her lips moves closer and closer with each nip, and soon in a matter of few seconds, her nose would brush against his own. The stick was not snapping! Should she move away? Or continue moving forward??

Quickly she moved forward….and quickly pecked the corner of his lips feeling as the heat would rise up in her cheeks.

Awkward indeed. Izuku’s actually got his hands stuffed in his pockets just to keep himself from flailing and accidentally touching something he shouldn’t have. Nervewracked, he hesitantly gnaws on the other end of the pockystick without making much progress at all- and yet, Anna is growing closer anyways.

He balls his fists, knees trembling in anticipation. Woah, woah! Isn’t she going to pull back?! Part of him feels like he should stop this before it goes too far and just break the stick himself, but the larger part is arrested in place and wants to see what will happen.

And what happens is...

She kissed him. In the blink of an eye, and on the corner of the mouth, but still! His female upperclassmen- who’s strong enough to be a Pro already, with the looks of a foreign model- kissed him! Izuku Midoriya! The shock of such a surreal fantasy-like situation is so strong that it feels like he’s been hit by Kaminari’s Quirk and his whole body seizes up stiff as a board.

“Ah. You. Won?” The words come out stilted, almost robotic.

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the-chargebolt-hero‌:

“Oh- it’s not?”

Denki was very satisfied with himself. Having gotten a kiss out of Izuku was the gameplan afterall, and he pretty much won. Whether he won the actual game or not didn’t matter to him.

“Maybe we should try again?” He suggested smoothly. “You could teach me.”

Again?! Izuku’s brain is shorting out just trying to comprehend that anyone could want to kiss him bad enough to throw away all pretence, nonetheless do it twice. Just what kind of boy is Kaminari?!

...A boy that Izuku apparently wants to kiss again as well. It’s just- He makes it so easy. Like it’s no big deal, like all of Izuku’s worries surrounding the mythical ‘first kiss’ would never come to pass. His chest still hurts, but he’s realizing it’s from excitement, not anxiety.

It’s like riding a rollercoaster. His body feels jittery.

“You’ll just cheat again! You don’t actually want to try at all, do you?” Izuku says rather boldly, leaning in close again with a gleam in his eye. This cocktail of adrenaline and endorphins is injecting him with a reckless abandon he’ll be sure to regret further down the line. “I-If there’s something you really want... you could just ask.”

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maskedmuses‌:

Maybe I wanted to continue from here with @hypocritehero​ …

“Hey, Deku….Do you want to play the Pocky Game with me?”

A soft soprano that uttered quietly in the space between them, the package of pocky she had brought now resting on her lap within her hand. The other palm was splayed beside her, between her frame and Izuku’s almost as a median. Even so, it adjusts easily, sliding back to her lap, waiting still for his own confirmation.

A question if she actually wants to, and she can feel her cheeks burning brighter with crimson. Ochaco tries to find the word, the yes that she wants to offer him, but instead the soft nod suffices in the moment. Her eyes can’t seem to pull away from his face–flickering only between his eyes and the pocky protruding from his lips. 

“…Ready.” Her competitive nature had overcome the nervousness that made it’s way across her face, clear crimson igniting her cherry blossom cheeks into a deep shade as she encroached in towards the treat. A small bite of the stick from her end, her nibbles slow but steady as she moved closer and closer towards him, her nose briefly touching his own. 

By the time the stick finally broke between them, their lips were barely grazing one another, Ochaco making an audible swallow of the bits of snack that remained in her possession, aside from the one that lingered at the precipice of her mouth. “…D-Deku…?” A small sound uttered from her, Ochaco’s lids shifting to half mast as she stared up at him. 

All he needed to do was take the last bit from her, and he would win this little game.

Winning this game is the last thing on Izuku’s mind. Or rather, his concept of victory is perhaps a different shape than the one intended. With brittle determination, he nibbles slowly, carefully making his way closer to not break the stick before he can reach the finish line. This close, he can smell the soap Uraraka uses and the subtle intimacy of just knowing that scent is almost overwhelming.

What flavor pocky is this again? He can’t tell. All that’s filling up his senses is  the warm brown of her eyes, the softness of her skin when their noses gently bump, Uraraka, Uraraka, everywhere. If this transient moment were a place he could live, he would.

When she murmurs his nickname, the first syllable is muffled enough that he can almost imagine she’s saying his first name instead. Izuku’s heart leaps into his throat ravenously and this almost-kiss just won’t do to sate this gnawing ache that’s been building in his chest for months.

His body moves without even thinking. A swift but soft press of lips, eyes sliding shut to focus on the feeling, to commit it to memory... before slowly drawing away again, taking the last bit of candy with him as a sweet memento.

...He did it. He actually did it-! All at once his nerves crashes down on his head again. Was that okay?! She wouldn’t play if she hated the idea of it, right?! He finds himself frozen in place with anxiety, unable to open his eyes and see the consequence of his actions. Please don’t hate me-

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“AH!” Izuku lets out a short yell as a box of pocky is flung at his head so hard that the biscuits inside break beyond repair. He spins around to see who threw it, head whipping this way and that, before the sound of teeth grinding makes him look down a little further.

“...Mineta-kun?! Why-?!” Why does he look so angry? Izuku can’t remember doing anything to cross him lately!

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“E-Eh?! That game?” Izuku isn’t sure why he’s so surprised. Everyone in the dorm seems to be playing it today, given the date. He can’t say it didn’t cross his mind either when Tsuyu came over to share her box with him initially.

And yet, somehow, Tsuyu doesn’t seem like that type of girl to him. These kinds of flirtatious games are something he’d expect out of people like Kaminari or Ashido, who’s been wandering around shaking her box of candy at anyone who passes by. Well, anyone cute- in her words, not his.

Which begs the question: “Why are you asking me...?”

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maskedmuses‌:

It had been innocent in her mind, thinking of the excursion as something between them as friends. But once his panic rose, suddenly the realization of what she had spoken and the connotations behind it began to fall into place, her mind suddenly racing. Had she just accidentally asked Izuku out on a date?

“Y-yeah, but I mean…” Her cheeks pinkened slightly more than normal as she glanced away, waving her hands mildly. “I-if you don’t want to–” But he had already agreed, and the way he offered seemed as if she hadn’t messed up and her face lit up with excitement as her gaze rounded back to him. “You will? Um, I was sort of thinking right now, since you’re free? But I get it if that’s too sudden.”

Is it too sudden? Izuku looks down at his casual clothes distractedly. Well, it’s not like he’s wearing his pajamas. Besides, if he asks for more time to get ready, won’t that make it seem even more like a date?

...Which of course it isn’t!

“Oh, no, no- I mean, yes! I will!” He leaps to his feet, flailing his hands this way and that before the bright look on Uraraka’s face can dim even the slightest bit. “B-But it’s not too sudden at all. Ahaha...” His nervous sputterings trail off with a weak laugh. Smooth.

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the-chargebolt-hero‌:

Watching Midoriya scrunch up his face had Denki holding back a giggle. Even with how he’s doing everything, he’s still so- adorable. Was the pocky even needed at this point? Honestly, Denki could care less about the stick of chocolate.

He decided to take the pocky out of his own mouth, and then out of Midoriya’s. Having a boost of confidence was unusual for Denki, but with no prying eyes(not even Izuku’s) he felt a surge of self confidence and thus, was able to pull it off.

And so he leaned forward, instead gently pressing his lips to Midoriya’s; without the pocky in the way and before the other could even begin to open his own eyes.

Izuku’s eyes fly open the second he feels something warm and soft against his mouth and not a biscuit stick. Messy blond fringe tickles his nose and he realizes with a start what’s happening.

“Kaminari-kun?!” Izuku pulls back with a yelp, hand clasped over his tingling lips. He was prepared for this outcome- but not this prepared! A little more warning would’ve been nice. His heart is hammering in his chest so hard it actually hurts a little.

He pulls his hand away from his mouth and points a finger at the other boy accusingly, cheeks flaming cherry red. “You- I- Th-That’s not how you play-!”

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dinamodama‌:

She was a bit concerned that she might have pushed him in an awkward situation once again. But it was a silly game, and her own classmates talked about it as if it was something exciting. So in the end curiosity got to her. 

Maybe she could try to break the sweet stick herself before going too far. Carefully she picked a pocky that seemed to be in good condition and gingerly placed it between her lips. 

Leaning down a bit to his hight she would smile awkwardly as pink blush crossed her cheeks.  “Relax Deku it’s just a silly game no need to worry too much!”

There’s definitely something uniquely embarrassing about his female upperclassmen having to lean down so much for them to be eye-to-eye. He usually doesn’t notice it so much on a day to day basis, but right now he’s hyper aware of everything.

Like the fact that a pretty, blushing teenage girl is right in front of his face. An excited shiver runs up his spine. Get it together! Nothing is going to happen!

“Just a silly game... Right...” he mutters faintly to himself before shuffling closer. It feels awkward, but he leans in and gently takes the other end of the pocky stick between his teeth. “R-Ready when you are.”

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feralpig‌:

Inosuke paused. This WAS the guy that Monoma was talking about, right? He seemed so wimpy and weak.. but then again, looks could be deceiving when it came to quirks. He knew that firsthand, as he didn’t really have any physical attributions that would be related to his quirk.

Was that going to stop him from attempting to get on Izuku’s nerves? Absolutely not!

“Hahhh? Maybe Monobo was pullin my leg. You look like a little baby!” 

Monobo... Given the approximate naming scheme this guy seems to use, Izuku is guessing that would be Monoma Neito.

“Ah, you know Monoma-kun?” he asks in surprise, the insult sliding off his back like water off a duck. He’s heard worse from Katsuki anyways. “That means you’re probably in Class 1-B, right?”

Unless he’s in another course, but somehow Izuku doubts that. It seems like there’s a lot of aggressive eccentrics concentrated in Hero course specifically. A guy who busts through windows isn’t that out there, comparatively speaking. And if he really is in Class 1-B, that might explain why he wants to fight so bad.

“I think Monoma-kun is taking this class rivalry thing a little far. There’s a time and a place for this kind of thing, you know? You’re going to get in big trouble if you keep interrupting normal classes...”

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dinamodama‌:

Feeling pretty confident about the upcoming match, since he did beat her fair and square without holding back too much. The least she could do was the same for him as well! So, once they approached the large arcade with split-screen she took hold of the gun and stood sideways waiting him to join in. 

“Its pretty simple really! We have a minute of time to slay as many targets as possible , just sometimes there might be sudden jump scares or targets we are not supposed to shoot “ she added with a grin growing wider. 

The game was called Zombieworld, a pretty standard zombie apocalypse where players had to shot targets in order to score points. Despite being a brawler as a hero Anna was a fan of fps and often played with her friends and uncle back in Russia. 

“Ready  Deku?”

That does sound pretty simple. The ‘forbidden targets’ part sounds a little challenging, but it’s not that different from keeping civilians out of harms way. Maybe this will be good practice for honing his reflexes and awareness of his surroundings...

"Ah- Yes! I’m ready!” Izuku snaps out of his musings with a jolt and grabs his respective gun hurriedly. A look of determination takes over his previously distracted expression. “Let’s both do our best!”

This type of game may not be his strong suit, but he’s still going to try to win!

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quirkycombatants‌:

It had begun. 

The hero known as Deku certainly impressed, however. Most normal men would be unable to get up or move after taking a liver blow like that. But he is no normal man, but a hero, and for that Noburu is glad. For it means that he can fight freely and not worry about holding back. 

The air shots were going to be a bit of a problem. Not because he couldn’t dodge them, but because he was staying out of range. But a gun is easy to dodge when you can see where it’s pointed. One doesn’t need to dodge the bullet, just the end of barrel. And Noburu doesn’t need to see Izuku to dodge him. 

For Izuku was noisy. Noburu, ever paranoid, knew he couldn’t rely on merely his eyes; his flesh was weak and mortal and quirkless after all; so he’s overcome that by training to fight without his sight. And when he had done that, without his hearing as well. Izuku was fast, but not so fast that he couldn’t be tracked. 

Because Izuku’s speed had one drawback; it relied on force. Which meant that he could not accelerate without applying an equal and opposite force against the thing he was pushing off of. And since a hero didn’t want the building to come down around him, that limited his speed. Not that there wasn’t an upper limit; Noburu had already surmised that if the boy used too much force that it would just break what he was trying to jump off of. Propulsion required resistance, after all. 

In the meantime, Noburu would wait. Not exactly what one might expect, but he was happy to let Izuku tire himself out. The real danger came from them being close together, but Noburu was somewhat certain he’d inflicted a healthy fear of being closeby. Whether her realized it or not, Noburu’s ‘poison’ was working well. 

Thus, all he needed to do was dodge. Move about, just enough, to make Izuku think that his eyes had been playing tricks on him before. That Noburu couldn’t have been in two places. Build that confidence up, and then strike. 

For Noburu had surmised that this air shot required him to use his quirk on his fingers, and thus he had a limited number of uses before the strain overtaxed his bones. He assumes that is why Izuku is so worried now; the boy thinks in terms of broken bones and taxed muscles. He doesn’t think of organs or bodily functions. 

But that isn’t how Noburu thinks. He realizes that in terms of their bodies, Izuku is superior. But his desire not to kill Noburu will limit him, force him to remain equal. In spirit, they were also equal, for neither would want to lose or give up. Thus, the fight would come down to technique. And in that regard, Noburu felt superior. 

He was hoping Izuku would challenge that notion, though. 

Despite having the high ground, this situation really isn’t working out in Izuku’s favor. He can feel the fatigue dragging down on his body the longer he keeps this up. Meanwhile, Noburu is still dodging his attacks as casually as can be. He’s not even attempting to try to counter them or chase Izuku down from his perches.

There’s not much in the way of tools to use to his advantage. They gym is a blank slate containing only two bodies. If distance won’t work, then the only other alternative is close combat. Izuku’s gut tightens at the memory of that devastating blow he’d been dealt without even realizing it, but he hasn’t gotten this far in life by having a healthy sense of self-preservation.

You can’t win by running away. Get in there and fight!

Izuku circles around until he’s facing Noburu’s back, then launches himself towards his opponent instead of the next wall. If he can’t find an opening, he’ll just have to make one. High or low? Low! He twists his weight and aims his legs front first, sliding along the floor like he’s making a desperate bid for home plate- except the plate is Noburu’s feet.

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galaxythixf‌:

Hurling the whip with his explosions barely seemed like it was doing much in his favor, which lead him to believe that maybe this thing had some sort of shock absorbtion that made it sturdy. Not only was that annoying but also difficult for him to work around. That didn’t leave him with many options on how to slow it down. That is until the whips finally seem to tear and the corners of a prideful grin stretch to the edges of his face as his victory seems to be shining through Deku’s pitiful second Quirk. Guess he really lucked out that this thing didn’t have shock nullification instead. Don’t think about the difficulty, just focus on the weaknesses and abuse them. Even with two Quirks, Bakugou knew Deku’s whip was just some lousy rough patch that hadn’t been molded into the rest of his fight style yet. Right now, it only seemed to be acting on instinct and now knowing he could just blow through it, he saw more openings than he did previously. The trick wasn’t so special anymore now that he knew how it worked. However, his plan did account for one major flaw in leaving himself wide open for a clever scheme. Dodging the whip’s initial strike it only hits him after he side stepped in a hurry that it was a ploy to line up something else, brows furrowing as he hastily tried to think of a proper counter in time but barely.

Steady, don’t let him knock you off balance. Be quick! He doesn’t have enough time to react fast enough to make a clean escape but he could use that momentum against Deku as a last resort. Thus having no choice but to endure the punch as it collides with his cheek, stumbling back and admittedly losing ground for the moment until he finally found his bearings. Grapple! Grabbing ahold of him, Bakugou shoved the heel of his palm right above Deku’s pelvic region to forcefully flip him over with enough force as he can manage. A foot placed victoriously on Deku’s chest as his form of checkmate. Explosions still crackled within his palm as a warning but he was positive this wasn’t going to lead anywhere. “You still ain’t anywhere near my level with that weakass whip.” It was too careless now but with a little improvement, it could be a real problem. “When are you planning to actually make it your own, eh? You’re slacking!”

In the blink of an eye the tides have turned completely. Izuku hits the ground with a choked grunt, the impact rattling through his head breaking his concentration and causing black whip to dissipate almost like smoke. Huh. That’s one way to neutralize it.

Full Cowl powers down a moment later, this time by choice. He could try to keep going, but honestly just struggling against his own Quirk has left him pretty exhausted. He strains to breathe instead, the explosions right in front of his face keeping him rooted under Katsuki’s foot.

“I think- I’m getting- a lot better though-!” Izuku gasps out, blinking the spots away from his eyes. Compared to the tiny whisps he could barely squeeze out before, this is a pretty nice middle ground between holding back too much and completely losing control. He doesn’t know if he could’ve gotten this far without Katsuki encouraging him so recklessly.

Now there’s a thought he never thought he’d have.

A crooked grin tugs at the corner of his lips and his next huff comes out as a short laugh. "Kacchan really is amazing...”