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hiii I wrote this in like less than half an hour at like 11pm so it's quite short hahah sorry.

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who we are

cws: amnesia, angst(?), S6 spoilers

“How will we explain about… you know?”

“Assuming he even remembers her.”

“Come on, man. There was no need for that.”

“What if he doesn’t remember us?”

“He will.”

“How do you know?”

“He would never forget us.”

“He did before.”

“That wasn’t him. He wasn’t himself.”

“But-”

“He wouldn’t forget us. He recognised you as soon as he saw you, right?”

“Yes, but-”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Well… I just don’t think I could take it if he didn’t remember.”

“So you’re backing out?”

“...”

“If he doesn’t remember, we’ll help him to.”

“How?”

“...I dunno. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“You’re not taking this seriously.”

“I am!”

“You’re not.”

“Look, can we just go in already?”

“...”

“Come on. We have to see him.”

“...”

“I swear, I’ll drag you in there myself.”

“...Fine. Let’s go.”

The door swings open. A man sits on the hospital bed. He looks so familiar and odd at the same time. He looks up as two people enter. They stare at him. He stares back.

“Who are you?”

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Could you maybe do an angsty Oboro x reader oneshot where reader has to deal with Oboro not being around anymore? Maybe Shouta, Hizashi and Nemuri are kind of there to help as well?

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hi ☁️🌙 anon (cloudnight tag???!!)! first off, yes, you did the anon tag thing perfectly!

thank you for your req! this brought me pain to write but it was fun. hopefully it's alright since i started losing motivation towards the end... so it's quite short... yeah. i love the cloudy lad and I am still salty about him dying but here we are. i hope this meets your need for angst.

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The Ones That Matter Most : oboro shirakumo x gn!reader

cws: unresolved arguments, blood, character death, "man" used as neutral slang, slight hyperventilating

The day he'd left had been the most guilt-filled day of your life. You'd known something was wrong as soon as you'd walked into the hospital to find your three best friends sitting on Shōta's hospital bed crying, and no Oboro with them. They looked up as you entered.

"You're here…"

You nodded silently, mouth dry. "What happened? Where's Oboro?" You felt your heartbeat quicken. They stayed silent for a few moments.

"He didn't…" Shōta started. His gaze dropped and he squeezed his eyes closed.

"There was a villain… a building collapsed and… he didn't make it," Hizashi said, unusually quiet. His voice cracked a little as he also looked away.

You were almost speechless. "...What?"

You didn't want to believe it, but looking at the state of the other three, it was true.

Hizashi's glasses lay in his bloody hands, one lens missing and the other one cracked. Nemuri was the most worn out, bruised and distressed you'd ever seen her. Shōta was a different story. It was a well-known fact in your class that he rarely displayed any sort of emotion. But there he was, a blubbering mess, puffy-eyed and red-faced. His left arm was held across his chest in a new, white cast, and he had several deep cuts and large bruises on his face.

"He was… he was trying to protect… some kids," Shōta choked out between heavy breaths. Then the sobs came again. His whole body shook with each one. You could do nothing but watch as Nemuri lay a hand tenderly on his shoulder. "I should've- I should've protected him. I'm… I'm so sorry."

You watched your friends for a moment more, trying to decide what to say. They should know, right?

You felt your cheeks become wet with the first of your tears as you slowly registered what all that meant. "I didn't get a chance to apologise to him…"

Hizashi looked up. "Huh?"

"We… we had an argument. Yesterday," you said numbly. "It was something- it was something so, so stupid and insignificant. I was… I was going to apologise to him after he got back from patrol today."

They looked at you, faces stained with tears.

"Shit, man," Hizashi breathed. "I'm so sorry." The other two remained silent aside from their quiet crying.

"He… he did mention something about- about you… arguing," Shōta whispered after a while. "He was- he was going to bring you… something."

"...he was?" you asked through your tears quietly.

"Yeah."

"We're sorry," Nemuri said. She wiped her eyes, not caring for her running mascara dripping down her hand and onto her arm. "He saved the lives of a whole class of kids at the cost of his own."

You stepped towards Shōta's bed slowly, still processing all they had told you, all they had been through, what it meant for your future. You sat down next to Hizashi at the foot of the bed.

"We all still wish we could have done something more to help. Shō had to fight the villain all by himself as well," Nemuri mused. "He died a hero, sweetie."

"Sheesh, you don't gotta be so blunt, Kayama," Hizashi muttered. "This is a shock to us all. But… I can't even begin to imagine how you feel." He motioned towards you.

Everything blurred as your tears fell quicker. The sound of your own wobbling and wailing voice filled your ears. You drew in short, shaky breaths. Your own tears fell sideways across your face from one eye into the other.

You didn't say anything. You lay down slowly into Hizashi's lap. Your tears dropped onto his now slightly-torn leather pants.

It all felt like a horrible nightmare. How could it be real? Oboro was gone… you never got to say goodbye, never got to make up for the argument. That would be something that you would carry the guilt for for the rest of your life.

Everywhere hurt. It felt like someone had punched you in the gut over and over and not waited for you to get back up. You almost needed to throw up.

Everywhere hurt. You remembered the argument. The anger you felt. The aggression of your raised voices. The fury in each other's eyes. And for what?

Everywhere hurt. You barely registered Hizashi's hand lightly stroking your head. You gripped his leg a little. He tensed slightly, but didn't shake you off.

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You weren't ready to accept it.

You weren't ready to let Oboro go.

But he had gone to some place beyond your reach.

You all knew you wouldn't be able to save everyone you encountered.

It was the first thing you'd been taught as hero course students.

It hadn't hit you that "everyone" had included your friends, your allies.

Not just civilians.

The people you care about.

The people you love.

The ones that matter most.

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my brain rn:

are there lighthearted fics of aizawa (probably indirectly) introducing his intern/trainee shinsou to his allies outside of UA? like he brings him to the hotta bros cafe, or runs into some vigilante ally on patrol?

I just think it'd be cute...

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Ok, this was actually my second entry to Anigomi's 1,000 Discord members contest. My previous one was the first one I wrote and this was the second! I honestly prefer this one hahah.

This oneshot is a continuation of this audio.

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A Broken Mind. : shota aizawa x gn!reader

cws: amnesia, hospitals, mentions of: nausea, blood

You can't hear. Only muffles. You can't see. Only flashes of light. A hospital? A hospital bed. Light from the monitors. Him. Eraser Head.

You can't see his face. Your thoughts are broken. Your vision is blurred for the time being. You hope you won’t experience this again in the future, and that the only time is now. You try to talk. Nothing comes out. He places a hand on your shoulder gently.

What happened to you? You can't have forgotten everything, surely. But everything that happened is mixed together, inseparable. Your mind is blank. Not even the things you need to remember the most are there. Just fragments. Like the investigation. It's too bright. You squeeze your eyes shut.

Relax.

You need to rest.

You're alright.

His words are a comfort to your wandering mind.

There are people around you. Doctors?

I'm right here.

You're safe.

How did you get to the hospital? You don't know how.

Doctors.

They'll help you feel better.

I'm going to stay right here.

I brought you here as soon as you were attacked.

Your demeanour changed as you remembered the villain. What was done with him?

The mission… was it too much?

Apprehended.

Taken in for interrogation.

No luck so far.

You did what you had to do.

Your head is a mess. Your brain is fried. You feel nauseous. The bandage puts pressure on your head. There's blood soaking through it. You keep your eyes on him. As well as you can, at least.

It's an effort even to stay conscious. It's an effort to breathe. It's still an effort to keep your eyes open. You begin to close them. You’re delirious and tired. But you want to hear his voice. His comforting words.

- End -

You don't have to stay awake if you can't.

I'll stay here.

You'll be okay.

We all have broken minds sometimes.

Now go back and read only the bold text :)

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This oneshot is a continuation of this audio from Anigomi, for their 1,000 Discord members contest. My writing here does get a bit cheesy since, as I said, fluff and romance-type stuff isn't my strong suit, but I've been listening to this audio pretty much every day since it was published and I just felt I had to choose this one for my prompt :) Hope you enjoy! Likes, reblogs, comments & follows are appreciated!

cafés, cookies and kisses : hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

Hitoshi’s words still rang in your ears. They were bouncing around in your head, loud and clear. Even just thinking about all that had happened only a few hours ago was enough to make your pulse quicken slightly. His sweet, gentle kisses, the soft way he had gazed at you, the adorable blush on his cheeks after learning his feelings were returned. Honestly, it was all a bit much to take in, especially since you both had been running on no more than a few hours of sleep and several strong cups of coffee.

You had to admit, gazing over the city lights and up at the stars had been the perfect place for him to reveal his feelings though. You were almost certain that watching the sunrise cast those golden rays onto his perfect face had made you fall for him even more.

Exactly how long had he had a crush on you anyway? And when had you fallen for him?

You weren’t sure you wanted to know. Either way, it was done now. He was officially your boyfriend, and he was officially taking you on a date before it had even gone 7 a.m.

Your patrol shift had ended a while ago. Even as newly licensed pro heroes, you still needed sleep, although you had quite clearly chosen to ignore that fact, going on patrol in overnight shifts. It was still the middle of the week, and you had to check back in at the agency you both worked at in under two hours. Plus, Hitoshi still needed to see your previous homeroom teacher later.

Despite being a pro, he often went back to see the now-retired hero Eraser Head, sometimes to show off his progress, sometimes just for a catch-up. There was no way to tell if Eraser would complain about Hitoshi’s exhausted state by the time he got to U.A., but there was something inside you both, a feeling, that just made you not care about it. Eraser could judge all he wanted, but it would just make him a hypocrite. After all, the man was well known at U.A. High to sleep whenever the opportunity presented itself.

You walked along the empty street along the side of the road, Hitoshi at your side. It was a comfortable silence, both of you lost in thought. The few pedestrians and commuters you passed gave a quick nod of acknowledgement and hurried on.

Your hand brushed subtly past Hitoshi’s a couple of times as you walked on, but you soon felt his fingers gently begin to lock together with your own.

“Is it… okay if we hold hands?” he asked softly, barely audible even in the almost deserted morning street. His demeanour caught you slightly off guard, since he’d sort of struck you as the more confident, cocky kind of guy. But he was so nervous, it was actually kind of cute.

“Sure.” You took his hand more firmly in your own and gave him a little smile of reassurance. The way he turned his head away, in embarrassment, most likely, made your heart squeeze and warm in your chest.

Hitoshi continued to lead you down the empty roads, occasionally making small talk.

“There’s a small café nearby I’d like to take you, if that’s alright?” he said.

You agreed, and soon enough, he turned onto a side street, still clutching your hand. There, a cosy and warm-looking café was tucked away between the buildings. It was the only source of light on the whole street, besides the early morning sun. It cast a warm golden glow onto the pavement and road around it. It seemed to be inviting you in in every way. 

“Come on.” He grinned a little. “You’ll love this place. I’ve been meaning to take you here for a while but I wanted our first visit here to be special.”

The childish excitement in his eyes as he spoke was almost too much. You hadn’t seen him so excited for a while. He must be over the moon.

Hitoshi opened and held the door for you as you approached the café slightly behind him. A quiet tinkle from the bell over the door and the warmth of the café as compared to outside gave the place a very homey feel to it. Even though it was nearly summer, the mornings could still be a little chilly from the overnight temperature drop, so you were both grateful for the heat.

A slightly older lady stood behind the counter, looking as though she was counting change. She looked up as you both entered.

“Hitoshi?” She peered at him as he closed the door quietly. “It’s been a while since you stopped here, love.”

“Yeah, sorry. I’ve been kept pretty busy with hero work.”

“I understand. You’ve plenty of work to do as a pro.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” he sighed. He gestured around the café. “Where do you want to sit sweetheart?”

You paused for a moment to look around the small room. A table set for two in the window to the street caught your eye.

“Let’s go over there,” you suggested.

“Good choice.”

The lady behind the counter, who you judged to be the owner of the place, watched you as you sat down with Hitoshi.

“So, you’ve got yourself a partner now, Hitoshi,” she observed.

Hitoshi sat down stiffly. “Yes.”

“Don’t be embarrassed dear,” she chuckled.

“I’m… I’m not.”

“Sure about that?” you teased, watching his face heat up all over again.

“Yes, of course,” he muttered. He put his head down and stared at the rather limited menu card on the table. You skimmed over the foods and drinks listed. Coffees, plain milk, juices… nothing really stood out to you that any other café might not have. Waffles, pancakes, croissants, bagels… again, nothing really that special.

“I'll just have a black coffee and a waffle, please,” Hitoshi stated. The lady behind the counter nodded and noted his order down.

You took another quick moment to think and then told the lady your order too.

The order came pretty quickly, since you two were the only people in the cafe. It was an enjoyable breakfast. The combined warmth of the café's inside and your food almost made you feel tingly all over.

Occasionally, as you both ate, you looked up and caught Hitoshi gazing at you. It seemed he never learned, as with each time you saw him drop his eyes too slow, you laughed a little more.

Perhaps he was doing it on purpose. Maybe your laughs meant the world to him. Hearing you happy was possibly what made him happy too.

You looked at him a bit longer. The shadow of a small smile on his face confirmed your suspicions.

An idea abruptly popped into your head. One that would no doubt fluster him, but you felt the irresistible urge to show him your own affections.

You glanced up at the counter. The lady was nowhere in sight. You recalled seeing her disappear to the back of the store through the door behind the counter.

Great, you thought.

Hitoshi was picking slowly at his waffle. It was kind of cute, the way he poked it around with his fork. Your heart sped up a little as you stood up and moved around the corner of the table to where he was sitting.

You bent down a little and planted a small kiss on his cheek.

“Here? Really?” he asked. It took you by surprise. You had expected him to go redder than he had gone.

“Well, why not?” You shrugged. “It’s not like we’re in a big crowd or whatever.”

“I guess…” he hummed. Before you knew it, he was pulling you down again and pressing his lips on your own.

Your pulse picked up instantly. He tasted somewhat of coffee and sugar as he breathed into you.

A noise behind you made you quickly break apart from him. You turned around and spotted the old lady, walking backwards through the door with a tray of something. So she hadn't seen.

You exchanged a relieved glance with Hitoshi when you both realised. She turned around properly and placed the tray on the glass counter, and began placing the items into the display.

“What are you doing standing up, dear?” she asked as she noticed you next to Hitoshi. “Are you leaving now?”

Your mind raced as you struggled to find an excuse.

“They were just coming to try my coffee, weren't you sweetheart?”

“Uh, yeah. I was.” You made a show of grabbing your boyfriend's coffee and taking a sip. You tried to suppress your splutter. “Jeez, Toshi, that's bitter!”

“It's literally just straight up black coffee, I don't know what you expected.” He took a final drink of the coffee left in the bottom of the mug and stood up. “Well, we'd best be on our way. We still have to get to work soon, and they're expecting a report from last night's patrol.”

“I understand, dear. But before you go, come over Hitoshi,” she replied. You watched as she placed a brown paper bag into his hands. “They're for you two. I hope you like them.”

Hitoshi sneaked a glance into the bag and smiled. “Thanks.”

“What is it?” you asked as he closed the café door behind him. He reached into the bag and when his hand re-emerged, he held out a heart-shaped cookie.

“Cheesy, I know, but isn't it cute?”

You laughed a little. “Of course.”

“But you know what's cuter?”

“What?”

He threw an arm around your shoulder. “You.”

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Yeaaah! Cheesy Hitoshi stuff, I love him and this is mostly a self-indulgent fic hahaha

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Hello! Loop here, and this is my first bnha fic!

I’ve been refining this writing style for about a year now, and this is the first time I’ve tried it on bnha! It’s supposed to be quite ambiguous and confusing, but since I’m posting it, I’ll be tagging the characters anyway.

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to be strong.

cws: mentions of: blood, death, suffocation, blisters

You look at your hands. They’re splattered with your tears. There’s no way, you think. But it’s true. He’s sitting on the other side of the glass wall. You don’t recognise him. He doesn’t know you. You knew him once. He was like a brother. Is there anything left of him at all? You could cry for hours, let it all out. But you need to be strong.

You look at your hands. They’re covered with blood. Your blood, someone else’s blood. It’s all the same at this point. Your throat is raw. Your wrists feel heavy. Can’t breathe. Everything is a blur. Where are your glasses? Probably smashed up in the rubble somewhere. Everywhere hurts. But you need to be strong.

You look at your hands. They’re blistered and burned. The electricity in the air makes the hair on your bare skin rise. There are cuts all over you. The kid is terrified. You give him your approval. You tell him, go on, I’ll be fine. He’s scared. They all are. You’re scared for your friends. You’re scared for your students. But you need to be strong.

You look at your hands. It’s hard to see. Hard to think. Hard to breathe. Your armour is useless. You can’t move. Can’t die. Not yet. You still have to see him. Think of how devastated he would be. You know what you have to do. But you can’t do it. You’re angry. Upset. Frustrated. But you need to be strong.

You look at your hands. You’re not really sure what’s happening. You can only see a blur. Is that him? He’s fighting. The weapon he wields flies around. He kicks into the air over and over. Vibrations shake the ground. You’re sure that was the other’s voice again. Nothing is certain. Your speaker lies several paces away, on the ground. The air feels thin. Your lungs feel like they’ve collapsed. Everything goes black. But you need…

You look at your hands. If you can call them that. Protect him. That’s all that matters. Right? It’s what your job is. Unreality. It’s cold. Everything is dark. Did you hit your head, maybe? Perhaps that fight knocked you out. What fight? Uncertain. They yell out to you. They are desperate. Who are they? Uncertain. These aren’t your memories. Who are you? Uncertain. Who were you? Uncertain.

Nothing makes sense. Yet.

…to be strong.

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Hello! I’m blank-loop, but you can call me Loop! I’m a big fan of bnha and bnha: vigilantes, and I write fanfiction!

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Regarding requests:

x reader fics:

Character x reader? Yep. Character x character? Yep. Character x OC? Nope.

I also write for BNHA: Vigilantes!

Please see this list for characters and ships I will or will not write for.

Unless pronouns are specified in the request, my x reader fics will always use they/them. But, I will write for any gendered/gender neutral reader!

[trait]!reader requests are also a yes!

Misc.:

My fics will also be uploaded to my Wattpad.

Want your request to remain anonymous? Go ahead! You can use anon emoji tags to keep track of your request(s) if you want! Just sign off your ask with an/some emoji(s) of your choice (max. three), but please make sure no one else has taken that/those emoji(s) here. Also, one tag per person please!

cws are not tagged, but will be mentioned before the fic instead

Whenever the whole of 1-A is involved, Mineta will either have been deleted from existence or replaced with Shinsou depending on the context of the fic. I don't make the rules (I absolutely do).

I’m currently practicing writing fluff! It’s not my strong suit so I would like to get better at it. So if your request does involve fluff, please don’t expect the best of it.

I will not write nsfw. It may be implied in my fics but I will not straight up write smut. Non-sexual romance is an absolute yes, though! I will also write strictly platonic stuff!

and yes I write angst

I don’t write long, chaptered fics - only oneshots or short stories. I also write headcanons - whatever floats your boat so long as it complies with my guidelines.

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Characters I will not write for (more tba):

Enji Todoroki, Minoru Mineta,——

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Ships I will not write for (unless it is platonic or familiar) (more tba):

BakuDeku, TodoBaku, any minor x adult ship (like Shinsou x Aizawa, Midoriya x All Might, Eri x Overhaul), All Might x AFO, AFO x anyone, Overhaul x anyone,——

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My favourite ships/ships I am cool with writing for (more tba):

Any combination of the rooftop gang (EraserMic, EraserCloud, CloudNight, CloudMic, etc), ShinKami, platonic TodoBakuDeku, SeroRoki, EraserJoke, KiriBaku,——

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