#☽ ——「мι∂σяιуα ιzυкυ」 / ❛ the deeper the darkness the more dazzling the light shines

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@4evermighty

❝ i . . . i am sorry for what i said before . you have done so much for me , yet i wouldn't listen . ❞

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𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐅 𝐁𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐅 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒     ━━        its growth is whimsical  ,    requires enough nourishment    &.    light to reach its full potential  ,    and takes more time than solicited for  .    midoriya  ,    of all people  ,    would know  ;    there was no shortcut  ,    no easy way to succesion  .    blood  ,    sweat    &.    tears were the price paid in tenfold  .    ❝     me  ?    ❞    brows furrowed in soft consternation  ,    emeralds averted to gaze upon the many lacerations decorating his skin  .     scars were alike a constellation of memories made   ,    a keepsake carved in flesh  . despite similar destinations , his friends walked their own path , had their own challenges to overcome . with all the revelations pouring down , a relentless waterfall of harsh truths , izuku knew shoto to walk a particularly rocky one . ❝     i have had years i needed to catch up on  ,    before i could even acquire a spot at the start  .    i just want to be strong enough  ,    so everyone can live in peace and safety  ,    you know  ?    without having anyone to worry about me  .    to the quirkless me  ,    it was a faraway dream  .    now  ,    i get to fight alongside all of you  .    i am already blessed  .    catching your breath  ,    growing comfortable in all the new layers of your reality is part of that proces  ,    too  .    ❞

  𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 ,    when i was down  ,    when i was hurt  .    you came to lift me up     ━━        a lyrical fingerprint engraved in the groves of his mind  ,    an ordain to their solidarity  .    silhouette slumped against todoroki’s shoulder to in a rare display of quiescence  .    ❝     i can’t help but feel the same  .    but we will get there  ,    i am sure  !    ❞ / @lightbaund , 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐱

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@hwitzr

❝    𝐊𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 ! maybe i failed this time  ,    but i’m not giving up  .    ❞

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Midoriya do you have a crush on someone?

 ❝    e - eh  ?   why would i crush someone  ?    ❞

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@knightinsourarmor​  /  @lightbaund​    ━━      ♡ ’ d for affectionate gesture  .​

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐋  .    often physically  ,    sometimes mentally  .    as of late  ,    the price paid seemed to evolve  .    grow  .    weigh down heavier  ,    leaving scars the eye can’t see  .    when emerald hues gaze upon his friend  ,    his comrade  ,    his partner in crime  ,     midoriya knew he wasn’t the only one struggling to reconcile with the events they had been drawn in to  .    crawling upon the couch to claim the vacant spot beside todoroki  ,     he draped a blanket over the two of them  ;     protection for the nights that had grown colder  ,    harsher  .    ❝     what’s on your mind  ?    ❞

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@bakgos​

❝   kacchan  !   hey  ,   can you hear me  ,   kacchan  ?   open up your eyes  !   ❞    

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“ Happy birthday, Midoriya. ” Shoto had been standing outside the green-haired's dorm room for a while now, waiting for him to come out. He didn't want to wake him up, especially on a day like this, so he stood there until the door finally opened. A year had passed for Midoriya, and another circle was starting. A new beginning, where they were friends, and chased their dreams together. “ This is for you, ” he softly said, holding a wrapped gift, a bow keeping it together with a yellow tulip. The gift was a notebook with a hard cover, its color a deep green. There were golden stars on the cover, and inside, in calligraphic letters, it was written: ‘ For your thoughts that are stars, and for the constellations you'll make. ’

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑  .    he believed he had just suffered a heart attack in that same second  ,   his clarity had still been drunk on sleep  .   rapid heartbeat loudly triumphed his hearing  ,   but quickly faded to the background when birthday congratulations were offered  .   ❝   todoroki-kun  —   ❞   digits folded carefully around the neatly wrapped gift before any more words were spoken  .   the yellow flower proudly decorated the simple paper  ,   and in doing so it drew his attention easily  —   a pop of golden with notable similarities to the sun  ;   both radiant and warm  ,  yet offering its grace in solitary confinement  .   a true devotion to its meaning   (   one lost on the boy   )   as well as a perfect description of its receiver  ,   who now busied himself with unwrapping his gift  .   smooth to touch  ,   with fine coves where the starts were engraved in the shade that matched his eyes  .   the scent that had risen from the fresh pages of the notebook was one of his favorites  :    a faint mixture of oak and maple  ,   with a hint of vanilla  .

❝   you didn’t have to . . .    ❞   he stammered  ,   rubbing the back of his neck in awkward manner  .   how had he gotten here  ,   surrounded by caring friends and endowed with such meaningful words  ?   it made his heart feel heavy  .   back straightened  and a smile wiped the inept expression of his face  .   ❝   thank you  .   ❞ 

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ?

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰

Sweet tasting popsicles, summer dresses and shielding your eyes from the sun. Your love is the excitement of something brewing, something growing. It's the almost childish bubbling giggles of something new, but with the potential to stay. It's wide smiles, blinding sunny light and warm bodies that gravitate to one another. It's the the softness, the willingness, the slight holding of breaths in a crucial "what if" moment. It's the impatience too. The bouncing on tiptoes to see further than your eyes can reach, the holding out for a future that never seems to come even though you're ready, you're so so so ready. It's the constant feeling of warm sand beneath your feet, holding out for the crashing waves. And still you wait, dry and impatient and with burnt soles of feet. Your love is sour candy, enjoying it as your nose scrunches up from the aftertaste of it. It's hands that grab and take hold, that reach and ask them to stay and hope and beg and wait. It's bubbling excitement sure, but it's also demanding, focused, driven. It's love like a plan, with a path and route and a clear destination. And you bonce on your tiptoes, and burning, waiting for the soothing water, the crashing waves, you hold onto the melting popsicle, you wait and wait and wait. It's tiring almost as much as it's lazer focused ambition, deeply rooted desire and the unrelenting hope that it will work, that it will come. And it does, I promise it does. The waves crash, the beach floods and the pain passes, the water cool and soothing and you can let yourself fall in, sinking, sinking. And it's good, it's perfect, what you were hoping and more, holding and embracing you and welcoming you into the stillness you always knew you were reaching for.

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𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 // @knightinsourarmor​

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 .   if he had miscalculated  ,   had lost in a battle against an enemy superior to him  .   but no  ,   that would have been a lie  .   midoriya had multiple quirks at his disposal and even though he couldn’t master all of them at a hundred percent rate  ,   he could surely handle most of them at an above average level  .   he would have won  —   if he had been fighting for himself  ,   that is   .   

the day had started as it always would  .   the obnoxiously loud ringing of his alarm at six in the morning  .   the habit of training till seven wasn’t lost on him  ,   even after all might taught him some new skills that would come in handy  ,   even after he was told to get some more rest  .   a quick shower  ,   and then he would have breakfast with his fellow students  ,   his friends  ,   those he held dear  .   but rather than being summoned to the training room  ,   a call had come in  .   their class was needed to support the heroes in this area  ,   for their foe had been an admirable one  ;   there was no mistaking the culprits worked alongside one for all  .   with their manpower  ,   they had easily overcome most of them  .   but neither of the heroes had expected one for all to show his face at the last second  ,   they knew he generally would only show himself on the rarest of occasions  ,   and above all  ,   only in the situation he could win  .   midoriya could feel his presence the second he arrived  ;   the utter desperation  ,  the fear paralyzing his body the first time he came across his nemesis was something burned into every fiber of his being  .   all for one seemed to have received prior intel  ,   because he appeared at the one spot that would cause the most chaos  :   amidst one grouping of their class  ,   consisting off todoroki  ,   bakugou and jiro  .   claws had been around their necks before anyone could move an inch and lips hidden underneath transparent mask mouthed   ❛   surrender  .   ❜

just one glimpse of duality  ,   in both eyes and hair  ,   a dash of blonde beside him  ,   had made his blood run cold  .   one for all must have known  ,   that in every world  ,   he would choose his friends over himself  .   in a frenzy  ,   he dashed over  .   After all  ,   how could he take the word of a criminal for truth  .   but the closer he got  ,   the easier it was to see  :   bulging veins  ,   crimson streaks of damaged skins across the delicate skin of their neck  .  speed dropped and arms lowered  ,   emeralds alight with defiance  .

that was the last thing he could remember  .   once eyes opened again  ,   his vision offered nothing more than a blur  .   vague silhouettes of unfamiliar people scattered across the room  ,   bright colors forcing his eyes to shut again  .   the odor staining the room made him nauseous   (   if he were to define  ,   it would be that of rotting flesh and dried up blood   )   a sensation quickly forgotten the moment anguish set in  .   his wrists were bound by shackles  ,   as were his ankles  .   iron would have been no match for him  ,   if his quirk would active  .   he couldn’t  .   the fog clouding his mind wouldn’t raise  ,   which was problem of its own  .   it was like a haze  ,   enwrapping his efforts in its thick and heavy cotton rendering them useless  .   His hearing  ,   however  ,  worked more than enough to hearth shape now hovering over him  .   ❛   give us one for all  .   ❜   words accompanied by 15,000 volts to convey it’s message  ,   rose a scream from midoriya and offered a sense of pain he was unfamiliar with  .

❝   i won’t  !    ❞

he hoped his friend would locate him soon and at the same time  ,   he didn’t  .   He reminded himself they were safe now  ,   and that was all that mattered  .

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@knightinsourarmor​

❝ Oh Todoroki-kun, you still awake ?  It’s quite late,  is there something weighing on your mind ? ❞

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❝   is  there  anything  i  can  do  ?   ❞

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𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

BOLD what applies - italicise sometimes.   repost,  don’t reblog.

fights honourably  / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters  /  prefers range

chats during  /  goes silent

low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts /  attacks steadily

goes for the kill /  aims to disarm  /  fights defensively  /  strikes first

is provoked easily  /  provokes their opponent  /  teases

gets visibly frustrated  /  shouts while attacking

uses strategy   /  focuses on the battle  /  experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly  /  tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly /  fights calmly  /  fights apathetically  / fights with anger  /  fights with excitement

fights because they have to  /  fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds  /  runs away when wounded  /  hides wounds  /   takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade  /  prefers a gun  /  prefers hand to hand combat  /  prefers a bow  /  prefers a shield  /  prefers a personalised weapon  /  prefers magic, alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental  /  their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle  /  fights as they appear

relies on strength   /  doubts their strength  /  relies on speed

uses everything they have /  proceeds with caution  /  hides their full potential

exhausts quickly  /  has high stamina

behaves arrogantly  /  brags after landing a hit  /  belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics  /  uses brute strength

avoids civilians   /  strikes down civilians

damages surroundings  /  avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style  /  makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set  /  learning their skill - set

fancy footwork   /  sloppy footwork

messy fighter  /  elegant fighter

accepts defeat  /  refuses defeat  /  begs for mercy

compliments their opponent  /  insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements  /  moves efficiently /  barely moves

prefers to dodge  /  prefers to block

defends their blindside  /  has no blindside  /  leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages  /  strictly uses one main method

plays around  /  holds back  /  fights ruthlessly  /  shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready  /  strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death  /  fears pain  /  fears killing

has ptsd  /  avoids fighting

has lost a fight  /  has won a fight

has killed  /  refuses to kill

wants to die standing  /  would succumb slowly

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@valorheroics​

❝ Uh... What are you saying ?  No matter how I look at it... It’s just... Strange. ❞

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❛  i’ve got you.  ❜

( from Shoto for Midoriya )

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 // @knightinsourarmor​

The cold claws of death ravaged his skin, a touch oh so familiar. Tempting fate over and over meant paying the price in blood; bruises began to bloom, tainting the no longer fair skin of his arm a deep purple and a trickle of blood ran down his mouth. Be it the fierce confidence in capabilities or acceptance of what was bound to happen after treading the thin line between life and death for so long, eyes burned with characteristic determination; the lack of fear and anguish in the face of cruelty was what graced him. Ever since his youth, his mind was set upon becoming a hero and his admiration for his peers, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒  (  and maybe even more so his overwhelming desire to protect them  )  drove him to push his boundaries.

It was after their battle, when adrenaline wore off and exhaustion seeped painfully into drained limbs, that he staggered, only to feel strong hands keeping him up on his feet. ❝ Ah, thank you, Todoroki-kun. ❞ voice softened, when he spoke again ❝ I mean— thank you, for always having my back. ❞ Emeralds scanned the other for injuries from the battle they just fought, before settling upon dual-colored eyes, only to see an expression that he thought that mirror his own. They had just survived a battle that shouldn’t have been theirs, but they had, just the two of them— to tooth and nail, to see another day. ❝ Are you alright, are you hurt anywhere ? ❞

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Midoriya when others talk about valentine’s day.

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@spydcddy​  ━━    ♡ ’ d for a surprise  .

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑  ,    new challenges  ,    new teachers  ,    new faces  ━━     no  ,    wait  .    familiarity lay in the curves of visage  ,    the striking vividness of sapphire hues  .    midoriya had a hard time recalling  ,    but surely he had seen the man before  .     uncertainties haunted  ,    his mind ran in circles until  ,    futilely so  .     ❝    sir  .    sir  ?    have we met before  ?    ❞