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[P3] Breaking Rhythm - Chapter 6

Yukari wanted to scream.

She marched back to the couch, seething.

Kotone winked as she approached. “Mission accomplished!”

“Mission not accomplished,” Yukari muttered, jaw clenched. “She asked me to make sure you didn’t grab ‘the silver card,’ and that we keep our spending under ¥75,000. Rich people.��

Kotone and Junpei both lit up, looking at each other.

“We’re gonna be eating Wuck for days,” Junpei whispered.

“I’m getting a whole bento, and a crepe, and a melon soda. I’m rich now.” Kotone said. Then, just as seriously, she added, “I’m gonna buy the most unhinged thing I can find. Like– matcha Pocky. Or something imported. And a keychain of a frog with a gun.”

Junpei nodded enthusiastically, standing up and putting his jacket on. “We’re basically Kirijo heirs. We should get suits.” He gasped. “We should get matching suits.”

“You’re still broke,” Yukari corrected. “Kirijo-senpai just decided not to smite you.”

“Smite us,” Kotone corrected, nudging her with a shit-eating grin.

Yukari placed her face in her hands and groaned. “I hate it here.”

Chapter 6 of Breaking Rhythm is up on AO3!

Yell about it with me on Discord!

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[MHA] The Cold Before The Storm - Chapter 1

“Applicant 1126. Midoriya Izuku. Fifteen years old. No prior hero training,” Asano said.

Everyone in the boardroom let out a collective breath.

“His internal body temperature dropped to 31℃ during the second simulation. Why didn’t we pull him out? Why didn’t the simulation replicate his hypothermia properly?” Akiyama demanded.

“I tried to pull him out. He ignored the ejection recommendation, and then the third sim didn’t make him use his quirk,” Mori said.

“So you kept him in because his temperature stopped dropping?” Akiyama asked, eyes blazing.

Mori winced.

“The hypothermia not being properly represented was likely my fault—” Asano started.

Kusuriya cut her off. “No, it wasn’t. We all reviewed the interview. He said he ‘felt cold’ when he used his telekinesis, not that he literally experienced hypothermia.”

“He likely pushed himself too far because he wasn’t getting the proper signals to his body,” Komatsu said.

Akiyama sighed. “I don’t think so. He did the exact same thing during the CTAT. He’s willing to light himself on fire to keep other people warm.”

“I’ll send him the email for Phase Two. But someone needs to get this kid a therapist.”

AKA: Izuku doesn't take Yuuei's entrance exam- he takes Shiketu's. No All Might. No One For All. Just one stubborn, brilliant kid with a telekinesis quirk and no self-preservation.

This fic follows Izuku as he takes Shiketsu's brutal, multi-phase entrance exam, complete with urban combat trials, moral dilemma simulations, and institutional oversight that can't decide whether to recruit him or hospitalize him.

Chapter 1 is up now!

Come yell with me about it on Discord!

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About Me

Hi there! My name's Jun, and I'm a creator! At the moment, most of my effort goes towards my AO3 stuff, where I write for Too Many Fandoms, but I also write screenplays, and I have dreams of releasing my own music when I get a chance! I'm also a newly published author. Feel like checking out my works?

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Beneath The Rising Sun - Shiketsu!Izuku Costume Notes

Hellooo! if you're just passing by, I'm building an entire Shiketsu!Izuku AU that includes him having A Telekinesis Quirk. If you're here from my fic When the Dust Settles, then you're in the right place!

Izuku's costume was designed specifically to counteract his quirk drawbacks, which are detailed here.

SHIKETSU COSTUME

Head: 

Hat: A reinforced Shiketsu cap

Has an embedded temperature sensor in the brim to alert him and teammates when his body temperature is getting too low

Mask: pull up rebreather that covers the mouth/nose

Serves as both identity protection, toxin protection, and is built to retain heat

Torso:

Jacket: structured tactical jacket, military cut

Black with matte green accents on the seams or underarms

Reinforced shoulders, but otherwise slim-fit for mobility

Hidden heating elements layered through the lining

High collar he can zip up in emergencies

Has messages stitched into the inner lining– “Save them anyway,” his personal mantra, and “Come home,” stitched by Camie, to remind him that he has a family waiting for him

Undersuit: thin insulating compression shirt

Skin-tight, built for breathability + warmth

Forest green

Thermal core pack

Subtle, rechargeable heating system in a slim torso rig

Doubles as armor

Belt

Carries emergency rations and hand warmers for emergencies

Arms + Hands

Gloves

Full tactical gloves with smart pads

Black exterior with internal grip tech

Insulated, but thin enough for fine motor control

Weighted at the wrists to help keep him grounded

Soft Elbow Armor

Reinforced bracers that double as insulation sleeves

Legs

Tactical pants: Cargo style, minimal bulk

Black with faint green vertical striping down the sides

Reinforced knees and inner thighs

Boots 

Insulated and steel-toed for grounding

Extra ankle support for stability

No laces– zip sealed to reduce noise

Extra

His eyes glow when he’s in deep focus or pushing himself. Like spooky LEDs

Condensation forms around him when his temperature drops, leaving an effect of him skating through mist

When not in costume, he normally has weighted sleeves to help dampen his awareness by giving him something else to focus on. When he’s in the dorm, he wears a scarf. It helps.

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Beneath The Rising Sun - Shiketsu!Izuku Quirk Notes

Hellooo! if you're just passing by, I'm building an entire Shiketsu!Izuku AU that includes him having A Telekinesis Quirk. If you're here from my fic When the Dust Settles, then you're in the right place!

Let's talk about my Izuku's quirk.

Name at age 4: Scanfield

Misdiagnosed as a sensory quirk

Name at age 7: Mind Force

He figured out he could move stuff around

Name at age 14: Entropy Field

With the help of his teachers, he learned most of the true mechanics behind his quirk. Including its drawbacks.

TL;DR Passive Awareness = Sensory Overstimulation (buzzing lights, muffled audio, crowd vertigo) Deep Focus = Heavy Cognitive Strain (headaches, memory misfires, sluggish thoughts) Baseline Telekinesis = Body-Heat Drain (clammy skin, cold fingers, shivers) Overextended Telekinesis = Heat Drain + Mental Overload (starts at nosebleeds, ramps up the farther he pushes himself, all the way into seizure territory)

The quirk comes with Three Distinct Abilities; a tactile field base, a sort of deep focus awareness, and telekinesis

Tactile Field Base I normally refer to this as his “passive field.” it’s always on, like background noise. He gets overstimulated really easily because of it, but he can sense Moving Things (including people) within about a 30ft omnidirectional radius, but not in detail. Think Daredevil, but autistic.

Deep Focus I refer to this as a “deep scan.” It triggers automatically when he’s stressed or feeling intense emotion, but it causes hella cognitive fatigue. If he’s triggering it on purpose, it takes intense focus. Imagine tensing every single muscle in your body at once while also doing calculus. Yeah.  It allows him to feel Everything in an expanded radius of 50ft. EVERYTHING, but it focuses on things that Move/can move. Including blood and organs. It freaks him out. 

Telekinesis What it says on the tin. We’ll explore this in a second, but lemme tell you– it’s FUN

Biological Costs

Cognitive Fatigue

Having his “deep scan” active and continued use of his telekinesis causes his mind to start to fray. Imagine trying to juggle a calculus problem, a grocery list, a live conversation, and five Rubik’s cubes all at once. Symptoms: Slurred speech, zoning out mid-fight, forgetting what he was just doing It’s not just “ouchie head.” It’s executive dysfunction meets stroke warning signs.

Nosebleeds? Yeah.

If he overextends his abilities– usually by keeping his deep field awareness on for too long– he will experience:

Minor: nosebleeds, blurred vision, phantom smells (ozone, iron), and tinnitus

Moderate: burst capillaries in the eyes, lost of sensation in fingertips

Major: Passing out, seizures, short-term memory blackouts. If he manages to bypass that, he might have a small aneurysm. Not lethal, but Very Not Good

Psychokinetic Hypothermia

This goes hand in hand with the cognitive fatigue and brain ouchie. Izuku’s telekinesis draws on his own internal energy– both mental focus and literal thermal output– to manipulate external matter. The finer the control or the heavier the mass, the faster he burns through his heat stores. Over time, this leads to:

Lowered body temperature

Numb extremities

Shivering

Confusion, slow reflexes

And eventually, unconsciousness

It can and will pull from nearby heat sources, when necessary, but they have to be touching him. He walks INTO Todoroki's fire one time to purposely overextend himself. Todoroki's fire snuffed out because Izuku's quirk Ate It. Todoroki was PISSED up until he realized Izuku's lips were blue (meanwhile Izuku's literally begging Todoroki to light him on fire again)

Control and Force

Micro-Precision vs. Macro-Power Tradeoff

The more delicate the task, the less force he can safely apply– and vice versa. So if he were messing with something that can damage easily? He has to be incredibly gentle. And while he’s doing that, he can’t do something Big– he can only apply one amount of force to everything he’s manipulating. Like– if he were lifting a truck, and then pushed a person with his telekinesis? Nevermind how that would cause instant quirk backlash for him, but he would push the person with the same amount of force it takes to lift a truck. You can see the danger here, I’m sure.

No Anchor, No Control

Telekinesis requires a kind of psychic “grip.” In unstable environments– like smoke, or heavy wind, sandstorms, underwater– his ability to sense and manipulate mass gets weird. He might grab the wrong object, or miscalculate force. If he’s on unstable ground, like sand or fresh snow, same thing. But if he’s not on the ground at all? Hoo boy. He tried to lift himself once. It immediately ate ALL his warmth, gave him a hella migraine and nosebleed, and dropped him back onto the ground Hard. 

Reflective Surfaces Screw With Him

Since he can ‘feel’ mass, false signals throw him off. Illusions, trick floors, mirrors– they distort his perception of weight, balance, and density. 

Moral, Ethical, & Emotional Implications

The More He Masters It, The Scarier It Gets

He can feel bones. Organs. Tiny things that break. And the more comfortable he gets with using it, the more casual it becomes. Cue massive guilt when he realizes he didn’t even hesitate to do something that probably violates the Geneva Convention. He doesn’t think “What if I kill them?” after a certain point– just “How fast can I end this?”

TRAUMA!

He begins to associate certain sensations– like the texture of internal organs– with the things he’s done. Cue flashbacks and panic attacks. (Feeling someone’s body from the inside out is not something you can forget, no matter how heroic you are.)

Emotional Spike = Power Spike

If he’s angry or terrified, he accidentally increases force. Cue emotional breakdown after accidentally yeeting someone.

Izuku's costume was specifically made to counteract the drawbacks of his quirk. You can find that post here.

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Naorise for my friend <33

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so we have a conversational safeword in my group of friends and it’s great, idk why more people don’t do this. whenever someone wants a subject to be dropped immediately no questions asked we just say “spleen” and we stop immediately and it’s a really good way to avoid crossing the line between teasing friends and genuinely upsetting them by accident, or stopping debates from turning into actual arguments

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I will say playing a DnD game set in Thedas is a great balm to the death of the series. The collaborative storytelling of ttrpgs is the closest thing I've gotten to how it feels to play Dragon Age.

I highly recommend anyone else who is missing the series try to organize a game to play with your other DA fans. Sheryl Chee said the series is ours now, and it really is.

Dragon Age has it's own ttrpg, but if your more familiar with 5e and want something similar, there are people who have worked on conversions. Tantervale 9:21 is a wiki for someone's personal 5e Dragon Age campaign, and they've been kind enough to give everyone access to their class and race conversions for 5e.

The best part is you get to choose what part of the world and what stories you want to focus on! It's a lot of fun.

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The moment they stepped back into the mall proper, Kotone could feel her brain start to fuzz over.

It was the lights. Or maybe the pastel signage. Or maybe the fact that the background music had seamlessly shifted to some syrupy J-pop cover of Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. Yukari was already dragging her toward a boutique window with the kind of determination usually reserved for arguing with authority figures.

“This place always has cute stuff,” Yukari said, pressing her face way too close to the glass. “And they’re doing a spring sale, so…”

Kotone grinned at the mannequins inside, all decked out in flowy florals and strategically ripped jeans.

“Spring sale,” she echoed. “Ah, yes, the most dangerous of marketing tactics.”

Yukari snorted. “Dangerous to your wallet, maybe.”

“Dangerous to my soul,” Kotone corrected. “I can feel my piggy bank begging for mercy.”

They stepped inside, immediately assaulted by soft music and the warm vanilla scent of overpriced lotion. Yukari made a beeline for the rack of skirts. Kotone trailed behind her, eyes flitting between clothing tags and price stickers like she was scanning for hidden traps.

Yukari held up a mint green blouse. “This would look really cute on you.”

Kotone leaned in, squinted, and nodded solemnly. “Yes. Perfect for the next time I want someone to stop asking about my feelings.”

Yukari burst out laughing. “God, you’re a menace!”

Kotone beamed. “Thank you!”

They poked through a few more racks, falling into the kind of easy, looping conversation that didn’t require much thinking. Yukari talked about kyudo practice and how the new first-years kept leaving messes for her to clean up. Kotone gave a dramatic monologue about her war with her math homework and how she’d started leaving passive-aggressive notes for it in her notebook margins.

Yukari found a pair of oversized sunglasses and passed them to Kotone. Kotone put them on and struck a pose, elbow cocked out dramatically.

“Instant celebrity,” Yukari said with a grin.

“This is my disguise for escaping paparazzi, darling,” she said with a terrible accent, drawing out the word ‘darling’ until it sounded like ‘dah-leeng.’ “I’m actually a famous indie guitarist with a tragic backstory.”

Yukari nodded solemnly, playing along. “Makes sense. You’ve got the vibe.”

“I died in 2005 and was reborn as a jazz fusion ghost.”

“That checks out.”

Pixie was cheering in her mind, clapping tiny hands and squealing, “You’re having fun! Actual fun! Look at you go!”

Kotone tried not to smile too hard.

Eventually, Yukari picked out a necklace– simple, silver, a small cherry blossom charm– and Kotone bought a pack of weirdly scented lotion because it was on sale and smelled like lychee soda. The clerk bagged their stuff and told them to have a nice day. Kotone gave him a wink for no reason other than the fun of watching him freeze like a deer in headlights.

Outside, Yukari stretched with a sigh. “Okay, that was so worth it. Retail therapy really is the strongest magic.”

Kotone held up the lotion. “I am now immune to depression for 48 hours.”

“Smelling like a boba tea shop?”

“It’s my new brand.”

They walked toward the station together, the sun sliding low and golden across the city.

And Kotone didn’t even have to worry about pushing unwanted thoughts out of her head. All there was was the taste of fake vanilla from the cafe, the sound of Yukari’s laugh, and the weight of a small shopping bag swinging from her wrist.

Chapter 5 of Breaking Rhythm is up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65945629/chapters/171584698#workskin

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Kotone’s day started a little like this: as soon as she woke up, she played the brightest, peppiest song she had on her MP3– World Is Mine, by Hatsune Miku.

And as soon as it started, she was singing along, bouncing around her room in time with the beat. She dressed, brushed her hair, clipped each pin into place with meticulous care.

By the third chorus– “I’m the number one princess in the world!”– she was checking her reflection, adjusting her smile like it was another accessory.

It looked close enough to genuine. It would do.

She disconnected her MP3 from the speakers, connected her headphones, and practically squealed when shuffle landed on Happy Synthesizer. She danced out of her room and skipped down the hall, literally twirling past the kitchen.

Yukari stared at her from the table, horror etched all over her face.

As she hit the sidewalk, she tapped her MP3 again– next song.

The first distorted synth screech of Kingslayer tore through her headphones like a battle cry.

“Yes!” she cheered, punching into the sky with a beaming smile, and her walk to the station became a righteously fueled power walk, full of headbanging, like she was storming a castle.

There were people staring. She didn’t care. Her armor was perfect, her smile was sharp.

The world couldn’t touch her.

The rage blazed until the last distorted note of Kingslayer gave out.

Next track.

A few harp-like plucks, a twirl of synths, then a voice like sugar and rebellion: “I run from the liars…”

Kotone twirled. Right there on the sidewalk. Skirt flaring, arms out, big theatrical grin.

“I don’t need a cure for me~” she sang, practically skipping.

The sharp, shocked looks she got from morning commuters just made her smile brighter.

However, she did have some tact, despite evidence to the contrary. Once on the train, she restrained herself to bobbing her head and tapping her foot– and, okay, yes, the occasional shoulder shimmy– as the monorail sailed over the ocean.

Yukari was right– it did feel like she was flying.

Chapter Four of Breaking Rhythm is up! We’re gonna pretend that all those songs came out before 2009, yeah?

Also I have a bone to pick with every single person who saw that glaring typo in chapter 3’s post and didn’t say anything. Why Would You Do That To Me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65945629/chapters/171156742

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wonderful pair of posts on the dash tonight

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On the train, Junpei approached her hesitantly. “Hey,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier, but I’m sorry for being an ass.”

Her smile didn’t budge. “It’s okay,” she said.

He winced, like he didn’t believe her, then dug into his pocket, pulling out two cutesy phone charms, one pink and one black. “I, uh, got this for you. Well– one’s for you, whichever you want, and the other is for me. So we match.”

She wanted to laugh, or cry, or both. “It’s so… girly,” she said.

He flinched this time, like the words hit him where he was already sore. “Shit, do you not like it? I can—”

“No, no,” she said, reaching out and taking one. “It’s perfect. I just… you’re willing to have a pink phone charm?”

Junpei shrugged. “Sure, I don’t mind,” he said. “Like I said, it’s matching, so…”

She looked at it in her hand. It was an adorable SANRIO phone charm– hers was Hello Kitty, and a quick glance showed her that his was Bad Batz. He was already securing it to his phone.

“What would you have done if I chose that one instead?”

He looked up at her. “I would’ve carried Hello Kitty with pride,” he said with a grin, but beneath the absurdity was… Honesty. He was being completely earnest.

She couldn’t breathe.

It struck her all at once, harder than any other realization she had had the previous days, that he and Yukari– their lives were in her hands. If she fucked up, they could die.

She couldn’t breathe.

She wouldn’t let that happen. Even if she had to jump in front of the fatal blow herself, she wouldn’t let that happen. They wouldn’t get hurt, not under her watch.

She wouldn’t let that happen.

(As soon as the resolution settled under her skin, she could breathe again.)

(She didn’t matter, but they did.)

(That’s okay. This was her purpose.)

CHAPTER 3 OF BREAKING RHYTHM IS UP! Update schedule has been, well, updated to every Tuesday + Fridays when I can! (Yes today is Sunday I’m a little bit behind on posting the update)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65945629/chapters/170818804

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Pt 1: Joker

I love persona (:

My tablet being so outdated makes this very complicated, the contrast was so strong I spent an extra hour color correcting ): gonna be two more for Yuu and Makoto. thank youuuu!