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brittanyslibrary · 3 years

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Liar ✦ Shota Aizawa

part two

Summary: she had a choice to make; allow hundreds of innocent people to die by the hands of an elite gang of powerful villains, or partake in a mission that involved faking her death and infiltrating said gang to save the lives of those innocent people.

she chose the latter; hoping that Shota Aizawa would understand.

He’d noticed her attempting to put distance between them, he should have known then what was about to transpire. Aizawa always prided himself on being a very observant man, always able to predict the actions of others.

He never could have predicted seeing her face plastered on every news outlet, newscasters calling it a “sad but honorable death”.

He didn’t care that she died with honor, he didn’t care that she would go down as one of the most selfless heroes in history.

The love of his life was gone, her soul that had once been a lingering flame in the darkness of his own now snuffed out, turning him into ash. Into nothing.

There was no sound when he fell to his knees in the faculty room during the lunch break. He couldn’t feel Hizashi’s hands gripping his shirt as his tired eyes were pried wide open and taking in the scene of steaming rubble before him.

His stomach had twisted uncomfortably as he desperately tried to regain his breath, but the way his chest burned and filled his entire being with utter agony was too much to ignore.

He’d broken bones before, gotten his skull crushed and had enemies nearly gouge out his eyes. None of that pain came close to this, it didn’t even touch this.

He fell into a hole. Hizashi might have been the only one to understand exactly what he was going through. It was a repeat of when they’d lost their close friend, years ago when they had been U.A alumni themselves.

“Why wasn’t I there to protect her?” Shota had asked him one night, after Hizashi had picked him up from the sidewalk outside of a crowded bar, wasted and tired and utterly broken.

She had meant so much to him, even though he wasn’t one to voice his emotions, his concerns. Hizashi could see how he doted on her, the little classroom aide who climbed the pro charts and stole the hearts of everyone she met.

She was kind, that’s what he remembered about her the most. Always offering a hand, and that’s how her and Shota had began to see each other more often.

She hated seeing him so exhausted, so she took on the grading while he took on his parols at night.

It was only two weeks after they’d begun that routine that Hizashi had weaseled out of him the crush he harbored on his assistant.

After a few bumps and misunderstandings due to her obliviousness and Shota’s failure to properly communicate, they had finally decided to give a relationship a try.

Hizashi had never seen Shota as happy as he was in that long year and a half that they were together.

“How could you have known? She was on her way to school and someone cried for help. She was doing her job, and she would have hated it if you were even able to step in” he attempted to reason with his friend, now sitting on the plush couch in his living room.

The water Hizashi had poured him shook in Shota’s trembling grasp. God, he just missed her.

He missed the way she would laugh at his deadpan expressions, or hug him from behind whenever he made them coffee in the morning, or how she kissed him so softly, as if she didn’t want to break him.

But in the end, she did break him.

Hizashi knew this, as he cradled his drunk friend in his arms while he openly sobbed. Never did he think he would see the ever stoic Eraserhead this way.

But grief had a funny way of twisting people until they snapped.

The funeral was almost as devastating as the incident itself. She had no family left, and whatever friends she had before she moved to Japan couldn’t make the trip.

But her fans, and all the staff and students at U.A, felt the profound impact her death had on their beloved home room teacher when he was forced to cut his speech short and escort himself to the bathroom, where he dry heaved into one of the toilets since there was nothing in his stomach for him to throw up.

The school was quiet, especially classroom 1-A. Where you would normally hear Bakugou’s screaming, Midoriya’s rambling and Iida’s attempts to calm the excited chatter of the students, now only the quiet drone of the pre-recorded training videos could be heard.

Mr. Aizawa didn’t return to class for two straight weeks. When he did, he seemed to be the same hard ass, stony expressioned teacher they’d always had.

Those close to him could see it, though. The facade crumbling slowly, slowly until whatever was left of him would crumble with it.

For three months he had been trapped in a sort of haze. He moved through the motions of life, but he was not living. He felt like he was just another corpse that he was too slow to save.

Until one afternoon, a Saturday where he’d normally spend it holed up with her until their paroles would take them out into the fresh air, that the newscaster’s uttered her name again.

But it was no memorial, no way of paying respects. They were astonished.

So was Shota, dropping his can of beer at the scene unfolding in front of the camera.

“Six of Japan’s most lethal thugs almost got away with the bombs they had set up under Mustafu’s sewer system today, which would have brought the entirety of the city down on the citizens and killed hundreds. But, but somehow...somehow our beloved hero has risen from the dead and stopped them. If you can’t recognize her under the rugged disguise she’s wearing, that’s pro hero Electra Heart!”

There were paramedics on either side of her, helping her through the crowd. She looked so different, hair cropped short and an eyepatch slung over her right eye. Her skin was ashen thanks to the debris that must have fallen on her during whatever fight broke out when she apprehended those responsible for this, and she was a lot bulkier under the layers of clothing and armor she wore.

“Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi is taking questions at this time. Let’s pan over to the press and see what they’ve got for us”

The stiff man seemed so proud of himself as he recalled the events that led to the capture of these villains. How, pro hero Electra Heart, faked her own death to go deep undercover and infiltrate this gang, how her sacrifice had saved so many lives and effectively taken down an entire gang of villains that had operated underground until now.

They screamed questions at her as she was loaded up into the ambulance, but she refused every single one, opting to stare vacantly forward.

Then, his phone rang, and he had to tear his eyes away from the screen.

“She’s at S City Hospital, let’s go see your girl. She looks pretty beat up” Hizashi’s voice sounded grave despite the giddiness he attempted to lace it with.

There were so many emotions that he had felt in those moments. Relief, sadness, joy, anger.

That anger was the easiest to handle, as it was like an anchor of safety he could latch onto.

So, he hung up the phone, and continued to stare blankly at the television screen....

#my hero academia #anime oneshot #oneshot #shota aizawa #shouta aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x oc #eraserhead #present mic #hizashi yamada #class 1 a #bnha fanfiction #bnha #reader insert #multiple parts #bnha angst #comfort #its okay everything works out in the end I swear

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thr-333 · 3 years

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I got this request story idea where quirkless deku doesn't want to be a hero anymore because of bullying that he got from bakugou and wrong saying that he got from all might. So deku decides is a backpacker, travelling around the world experiencing cultures, food, quirks!!! He has even a YouTube account where talk about his travels, meet new people and talk about their quirks.

Here you go @sweetizukufan its set in nz like you wanted :D

Ochako flopped onto her bed and groaned into a pillow. She didn’t have the right to complain, she knew that. She had been one of thousands of applicants to pass the entrance exam and for the past three years her classmates had been training just as hard as she had. And truthfully she didn’t want to complain. It was her final year at UA. It was only a matter of months until she was officially a hero her dream since a child and she was excited for it!

That didn't change the fact Aizawa had upped their training the last few months. The days got longer the work harder and quite frankly it left her with virtually zero free time. Whenever she tried voicing her thoughts she’d be met by her well meaning, but overly enthusiastic classmates encouraging her to keep her head up.

She was! That didn’t mean she had to go through hellish training with a wide smile on her face.

“Ugh,” Ochako rolled over as it got hard to breath with the pillow smothering her. She really did need to get some sleep before waking up at five in the bloody morning tomorrow when she hit the gym. But honestly at this point if she didn’t do something to break up the monotony of training, eating and sleeping she was going to lose it.

She blindly grabbed for her phone. The school had funded getting her a newer model than her old flip phone since that had been a hindrance when she started internships. She was provided with the industry standard which her friends had tested by throwing it out a window, where it hit Bakugou’s head, and was promptly exploded then stomped on. The thing came out of it without a scratch.

She brought up youtube, it’s not like she had any games, let alone time to play them. It was probably a bad sign she had forgotten what channels she liked. With little other option she started scrolling trending with only a small amount of hesitance. She flicked past everything that was clearly clickbait, too childish or both.

Something caught her eye and Ochako back-pedalled to take a look. It looked like some sort of vlogging channel ‘ARRIVING IN NEW ZEALAND! Auckland sky tower!!!’ was written across the screen. Even with all the caps she didn’t really see how that could be clickbait. Maybe the guy was just excited, she would like to get a holiday like that after all. The image had him smiling at the camera sitting down and below him was nothing, nothing but a street far below. Ochako was embarrassed to say her first thought was that he had some sort of floating quirk before realising he was literally sitting on a window. In her defence she had a float quirk.

Partly embarrassed she clicked on the video why not live her traveling dreams vicariously through a stranger? She used to watch her fair share of travel videos, although those were mostly in tropical places so she could research where to take her parents.

The video started with a shot looking over the wing of a plane, a montage of it starting to land. Ochako was vaguely concerned when all she could see was water out the window but just before touch down the tarmac came into view so it wasn't a surprise crash landing. The camera cut off after a few more seconds panning across the airport as the plane pulled in. The music started to fade out as the shot cut to the same guy as before.

“Hey guys Midoriya here again, just got off an eleven hour flight,” He had no right to look so cheerful at that Ochako had never been on a plane but it didn’t look particularly fun, “And let me tell you I was not prepared for the ordeal that is security here,”

Midoriya’s smile faltered a bit, looking sheepish. He was walking with the camera just outside the airport, people milling around in the background paying him no mind.

“I had no idea it would be that tough, I had an apple I got on the plane in my bag and I thought that would be alright, I got it on the plane after all!” Midoriya didn’t look upset or angry but he was blushing madly. Ochako cracked a smile at that now that she looked closer he was probably about her age, “But no, I swear I thought they were going to arrest me! They started interrogating me, I had to stutter out that I got it on the plane, but that didn’t stop them they gave me a lecture about protecting the environment and declaring food, luckily I got off without a fine, I think it’s because I looked terrified, because I was,”

Midoriya chuckled rubbing his neck, there was a bang and he looked wideyed to the side the camera shook slightly then cut to another shot the setting slightly off from where it was showing a bit of greenery growing at the air port.

“Sorry dropped my bag,” Ochako giggled at that a bit, more that he had decided to keep that in the video than anything else, “So I thought that was the end of it, but apparently not, they started asking questions about my shoes, ‘have you visited any farms?’ ‘have you worn them hiking at any point?’ stuff like that, so that was a bit of a problem because these are my only pair of shoes in this country and I’m pretty sure they’re gonna incinerate that apple,”

A little graphic of a cartoon apple on fire popped up along with a pair of shoes. A speech bubble followed saying ‘save yourself!’ as the apple’s little chibi face screwed up.

“I promised them that no, I haven’t by the way I wouldn’t lie about this stuff the environment here is super cool and unique I couldn’t live with myself if my dirty shoes killed a forest,” The graphic was gone by now and Midoriya was walking through the airport, “But I handed over all the snacks I had in my bag, even if they were ok to bring in the country I was too anxious to risk it, that seemed to appease the border security and I got away with my shoes in tact, my snacks sacrifice will not be in vain,”

Ochako was tempted to laugh but if someone set fire to her snacks or sweets there would be hell to pay.

“Anyway now I’m hungry and have some time before my hotels check in,” Midoriya beamed at the camera, “So I’m gonna do something I’ve wanted to since planning this trip,”

On that mysterious note the video cut to another montage as Midoriya got into a taxi. Ochako let herself enjoy the sights that rolled out the window. She wished she had a computer to watch this on instead of squinting for details on her phone's screen. The montage went onto show the outside of a store then going inside to pan over all the baked goods inside. It was a smorgasbord that stoked Ochako’s envy.

“Here we are,” Midoriya sat at a table just outside the store a few bags laid out in front of him, “These sorts of bakeries are everywhere in New Zealand, I didn’t look for anywhere specific just one walking distance to my hotel room, and here we are!”

Midoriya took something from a bag showing it to the camera to make out the golden crust of a pie. Going torturously in detail as he ripped it open for the audience's benefit. Steam rose and mince flowed out, surprising Ochako as she thought it would be sweet. Breaking it open made a mess as Midoriya was forced to drop the piping hot pastry. The filling pooled across the bag it had come in making the whole thing look sloppy.

“I think my friend would kill me if she saw me do that, Gemma don’t watch this video,” Midoriya warned to late, “She’s the one who told me I had to try a pie, I have a few flavours here but lets start with the basic one, mince!”

Midoriya had some difficulty eating it now that it had fallen apart but managed and his eyes lit up.

“It’s really good, the pastry is flaky and buttery it works really well with the savoury mince the two together make a really satisfying bite, but I guess it would be better if I didn’t destroy it first,” Midoriya said sheepishly, “I won’t do that for the rest of them, promise,”

Midroiya took another bite from the pie before showing off the next one.

“This is Gemma’s favourite Butter Chicken, and trust me it smells so good!” Midoriya, the tease took a bite. Ochako had to wonder what she did to deserve this, “Wow I like this one way better, not that the other one was bad!” Midoriya hurriedly said.

He showed the inside to the camera, a rich looking butter chicken inside.

“It’s really flavourful so you don’t need any sauce that and the texture of the chicken and curry are really complimented by the pie crust,” Izuku took another bite as he talked, “I guess it’s kinda like if Butter Chicken was wrapped up in Nan so there's no way it wouldn’t be good,”

Midoriya talked more as he ate that pie and a steak and cheese one he had brought talking about both until Ochako’s mouth was salivating.

“That’s not nearly all the pie options, but I’ll be touring across New Zealand so this can be an ongoing adventure, now desert!” Midoriya brought out a long bun full of cream, it had a dollop of jam on the top and so much icing sugar Ochako feared for his health. Midoriya however ignored those fears and took a bite anyway, “The buns really soft and the area that the cream’s touched it is just the best texture ever,”

He smiled and there was cream and powder on his cheeks Ochako just knew was going to haunt her until he wiped it off.

“This entire thing is just, ‘ok how can we make this as soft as possible,” Midoriya commented getting closer to the middle of the bun where the bit of jam was, “The raspberry, I think? Jam is really good at breaking up the flavour half way through, now I can eat the rest of it,” Midoriya grinned as he finished it off. He started walking around again waiting for his check in to arrive. That didn't seem to bother him as he pointed out things on the street as he walked.

As he did, Ochako saw someone blatantly jump over the street instead of waiting for the lights. There was another person in the background who casually strolled across the side of a building, feet sticking to it somehow. While people would use their quirks on the street all the time they were usually less obvious about it as police would sometimes call them out and it did depend quirk to quirk. Midoriya zoomed in on a few of these people before it focused on him smiling as he walked.

“New Zealands got pretty cool laws around quirk usage,” He explained, clearly having done his research, enthusiastically by the looks of it, “You have to go through some basic training to prove you can control your quirk, at least so you wont hurt anyone after that you get a license and your free to use your quirk, like I island,” That Ochako thought was cool part of her training had pointed out that some situations heroes were called in for weren't always villain attacks but some public quirk usage gone south, “It’s pretty easy to get by the sounds of it but that does all depend on what your quirk may be,”

The shot cut a bit, Ochako assumed he had rambled on about that for a bit and decided to cut that part.

“In terms of heroes from what I’ve researched the police handle most of that, they’re trained in their quirks kinda like hero schools back in Japan but starting at university not highschool,” That made sense Ochako supposed, and they’d probably have more time to master their quirks too, “There’s a few heroes sure, they’re like a branch of the police department and I think there's a departmental separation between rescue and combat heroes,”

Was she privately pleased he had listed rescue heroes first? Yes, yes she was.

“But honestly there aren’t many, they seem more like the people you call in for really big stuff going on, or international relations, it makes sense the population of New Zealand isn’t all that big,” Midoriya rounded the corner someone made a peace sign at the camera before moving on, “Almost half the population is here in Auckland and the whole country hasn’t reached the five million mark yet, thats crazy to me considering Japan’s population is in the hundred million range and it’s only slightly bigger than New Zealand,”

That did seem insane to Ochako, not sure to be smug about that fact or not.

“So that's probably why heroes are less of a thing here but that doesn't mean it’s all not still really cool,” Midoriya was beaming at the camera, his positivity and enthusiasm practically punching her through the screen, “I’ve rambled enough, it’s about check in time I’ll show you guys where I’ll be staying,”

Midoriya gave a quick tour of his hotel room. It wasn't much, more of a backpackers than anything.

“It’s not big I know but I’ll only be staying here for a few days to explore Auckland then I’m off traveling so a large place wasn't really a worry,” Midoriya flopped down on the bed, bouncing slightly as he hit the mattress, “I’m gonna take a nap because I am exhausted,” His tone betrayed nothing, “But stick around because I’ve got a surprise this afternoon- well I probably put it in the title anyway so it’s not a surprise but it’s still going to be cool, See ya,” Midoriya saluted the camera and it faded to black for a few seconds.

When it came back to light it was an image looking up at a tall tower circling around it and entering the building next to it. There was a continuous shot that was sped up as he walked through the line entering an elevator which literally had a glass floor.

“Wo-” The camera was pointed down at Midoriya's shoes as he hesitated to stand on the glass patch. His foot made contact before he quickly stepped back, “Nope, no, nope,”

Ochako laughed and sank back into her bed. The elevators opened and there was a shot of large windows showing the expanse of the city. The footage sped up as Midoriya did a clean circle around the tower showing it was a loop to give a 360 degree view of Auckland. It was pretty with rolling hills and she could see forests at the edge of it. Honestly it was small compared to the cities she was used to but that made sense given what Midoriya had said earlier.

“Look at this,” The footage went back to normal speed as Midoriya focused on a chart comparing the heights of different towers, “It’s half as tall as the sky tree,”

And that was given the giant antenna on the top.

“Come check this out it’s pretty cool,” Midoriya walked down the steps until he was right next to the window, a few steps more and he came to a patch in the floor that was just glass like the elevator. Midoriya noticeably stood back from it, “It says here that the glass is just as thick and strong on the floor, so reasonably logically,” Ochako snorted, “It should be just the same as walking on the floor… they say that but…”

Midoriya switched the camera around to focus on him, looking a bit pale.

“This might shock you but I’m not really a fan of heights,” He shuddered and shook himself out, “Alright I can do this,”

What followed was a frankly painful process that Ochako couldn't help but laugh at. Midoriya would approach the glass before backing off. He set the camera up on the railing so it looked down enough that she could see the glass and street below. Midoriya tried a bunch of stuff like walking up without looking down. That didn't work and he backed out several meters before he had even reached the glass thinking he was standing on it. He tried to sit down and scoot onto it but couldn't manage more than sitting far from the edge and putting his feet on it. Ochako started howling with laughter when a kid came by running up and jumping on the glass while Midoriya looked on with fear like they were mad.

Midoriya at least had a humor about it. 2D sketches drawn over the video to help exaggerate his struggle and the entire thing filmed rather comically.

Ochako was beginning to believe he had photoshopped the image earlier before he grabbed the camera taking a deep shuddering breath.

“I can do this, I promise I can do this,” He sat down and shuffled back cringing all the way. Ochako found herself strangely proud as Midoriya actually made it onto the glass. He was white knuckled reaching up to hold the railing. He smiled shakily at the camera before turning into a more genuine look of triumph. That was until he quickly rolled off it jumping to his feet and scurrying away, “There! Done! I did it!”

He was smiling brightly now and Ochako couldn't deny she was proud of him. She had struggled herself with heights something she was forced to get over to use her quirk so she knew just how hard that can be.

“Gosh I hope that's easier than what I’m about to do,” Midoriya spun around to show a different window wires running outside and inside a countdown that was about to hit one. It did and there was a blur outside Ochako belatedly realised it was a person. Oh no.

“Now I’m not going to do that but I am going to do something pretty cool,” Ochako blew a sigh of relief but also wanted to hit him for scaring her like that. Under no circumstances should he be jumping off buildings.

They lapsed into another montage Midoriya going back downstairs. This time he had the courage to put a foot on the window in the elevator. Downstairs he went into another area donning a coat and sort of jumpsuit before layering harnesses over the top. He went up an elevator with a few other people this time. They stepped out into another room Midoriya carefully keeping the window out of frame to keep the grand reveal. Their harnesses got latched on and secured to a railing. Once everything was safe the doors pushed open revealing Auckland city, this time not hidden behind glass.

Midoriya skipped over the likely long process of gaining the courage to go outside cutting instead to him smiling with the city at his back and wind whipping through his hair.

“Welcome to the top!” Midoriya yelled over the wind, the audio quality was bad but that was understandable. She felt worse for Midoriya who was smiling through the fear, “It’s really cold and windy up here and I’m scared!”

“Just go back down you idiot,” Ochako huffed fondly as he kept shouting to be heard over the wind.

“I’m kinda afraid of dropping my camera honestly,” Midoriya laughed but she couldn't hear it, instead he pointed in to a few specific spots across the city, “See those hills? Most of those are actually remnants of volcanoes, you see Aucklands kinda built on top of a giant pit of Magma,”

Midoriya quickly grabbed back onto the railing, slowly shuffling along the sky walk, higher than he had been inside.

“Luckily the volcanoes in this area are dormant, cause if one in this area erupts there's a pretty good chance like 50 more are gonna follow,”

Midoriya stayed up there for a little longer pointing out interesting things in the distance. Ochako could safely say she was glad when he cut back to the bottom of the sky tower. His hair was windswept and cheeks red from windchill. Ochako didn't even need to check the comments to know most of them were gushing about how cute he was.

“That was… terrifying, but I’m glad I did it, who thinks I should try skydiving next?” Midoriya grinned, before his face dropped and paled again, “God please no that was a joke,”

Ochako giggled relaxing back in bed again after the tension of the skywalk Midoriya had been leaking through the screen dissipated.

“Anyway I’m just gonna go lie down for a while until some friends of mine get here, then we’ve got one more surprise,” Ochako hoped he hadn’t changed his mind and was going to jump off the building after all, she didn’t want to see him have a literal heart attack.

The video cut to Midoriya smiling at the camera again. He had a lot more color to him now and his hair was somewhat tamed. In his defence he had apparently got off and 11 hour flight then walked around 300 meters in the air it was allowed to be messy.

“So the person meeting me is Gemma, I mentioned her earlier, and a few other friends but their camera shy so you probably wont see them,” Midoriya was bouncing in place gaze constantly drifting away from the camera, “This is our first time meeting in person so I’m kinda excited kinda dreading if this has all just been some elaborate joke and I’m about to get stood up or worse,”

“Who hurt you and who do I need to kill?” Uraraka whispered, fully prepared to throw down the gauntlet for a youtuber she had only just discovered.

Luckily for them Gemma and his other not seen friends were spared her wrath. The camera shot was from far away so she couldn't hear or see anything in detail but it clearly showed the two running up to hug each other Midoriya pulling back to excitedly chat. Gemma matched his enthusiasm, sparkles trailing her arms as she made wide sweeping gestures.

“Here everyone say hi to Gemma,” The shot changed to frame the two of them, Gemma waving the motion sending more glittering sparkles falling from her hand and landing on Midoriya’s shoulder.

“Oh no-” Gemma stepped back to look at Midoriya the front of his shirt was covered in lingering sparkles along with his face and hair. Midoriya looked down at himself a little shocked as Gemma covered her face groaning into her hands, “I’m so sorry, I swear they fade out,”

She scrubbed her hands down her face, unaffected as her whole body shone lightly with subtle sparkles.

“I love it,” Midoriya grinned, twirling a bit to show there was a band of sparkles across his back from where her arms must have come around him. He was quite a bit shorter than her so his face also looked like someone had blown glitter in it, it just made his smile all the more dazzling.

“So you know where we’re going for dinner?” Gemma was looking at the camera but clearly asking Izuku.

“Up the tower again!” Midoriya beamed and really him plus sparkles was too unfair a combination.

This time in the elevator Gemma stood proudly on the window as Midoriya yelled at her.

“Are you crazy?!”

“Crazy you say?” At that Gemma jumped up and Midoriya let out an unholy screech as the elevator shuddered, she laughed but it was teasing not cruel. Ochako could make out the vague reflection of someone patting Midoriya on the shoulder and another person's arm came into frame to swat at Gemma.

When they reached the top Midoriya did not focus too much on the view, already having shown it. They stepped into a nicely decorated restaurant, but what was interesting was when Midoriya demonstrated that it was slowly spinning so the patrons could enjoy the view without leaving their table.

“Do you think they could speed it up?” Gemma asked, she was sitting next to Midoriya, both had their backs to the window so Ochako had a clear shot of it.

“Like a dangerous merry go round?” Midoriya questioned, the sparkles still clung to his cheeks and eyelashes.

“Exactly!” Gemma gave him finger guns, that matched her real guns. She may be sparkly but without the coat Ochako could now see she was ripped, “Also the dangerous is redundant,”

“What kind of merry go rounds-” Midoriya cut himself off as a waiter walked by, “... anyway I don’t think thats a good idea, given that the points to you know, eat,”

“Thats just what makes it more fun,” Gemma waved off.

“Uh-huh,” Midoriya raised an eyebrow skeptically before turning to the camera, “Hope you guys don’t mind but I wont be doing much food reviewing this dinner, I’ll show it off but-”

“This is a night for us to celebrate, later losers,” Gemma saluted, Midoriya squeaked telling her off before cutting the video off. Ochako laughed glad for Midoriya that his nerves had been wrong.

As promised he showed a few shots of some fancy looking food. Ochako wondered how much she would have to save up for her and her parents to eat there, not as much as the flights of course… hopefully.

The camera placed on the table showed the scenery slowly revolving outside, getting darker and lights turning on as the sun set. By the time they were getting up to leave it was fully dark outside and Midoriya spared a moment to linger on a shot of Auckland at night.

“Izuku don’t forget your bag,” Gemma called as she shrugged on her jacket, also glittery.

“Thank-” The camera whirled around to where the bag should be. There was a slight ridge dividing the circle of the restaurant that spun and a ledges lining the outside where all the supporting beams were, “Oh sh-”

The camera started shaking as Midoriya ran through the restaurant. The shot switching to another camera that caught Midoriya as he ran the other way almost bowling over a waiter and profusely apologising. All the while you could hear Gemma and several others laughing off screen.

“Oh? Look what we have here,” Gemma moved the camera to focus on a spot as the restaurant turned around, a bag coming into view that Gemma scooped up. It was probably Midoriya's seeing as it had a couple of All Might pins and Ochako wasn’t sure how popular he was internationally.

Gemma set up the camera to focus on the opposite direction Midoriya ran. It caught the moment he came around the other side, still staring worriedly at the window. Gemma whistled sharply gaining a few glares but a relieved look from Midoriya as she held up his bag.

They left the restaurant with a few apologies at the other patrons for being loud. When the camera switched it was back on Midoriya but Ochako caught a glimpse of Gemma shimmering in the background waiting around.

“Alright that's all for today,” Midoriya smiled, Ochako stomped down the slight disappointment resolving check out his other videos from his easiness and confidence on screen Midoriya must have been at this awhile, “I’m going to be touring all over the country so stay tuned for the series, I haven't showed you nearly how beautiful New Zealand is, I hope I can make it down to the south island too cause they have some really pretty scenery, for now I’m going back to the hotel and crashing hard, see ya!”

The video signed off to the end cards a recommended video and link to Gemma’s apparent channel that looked like some sort of fitness channel with how she was lifting weights in it. Ochako promised herself to check it out.

For now she subscribed to Midoriya’s channel checking the time to see if she could squeeze in another before going to bed. She was feeling like she could get away with it. The change in pace revitalising in a way. But really she attributed that to Midoriya’s natural cheer and charisma. Somewhere in there she had allowed herself to relax and get swept up in this dorky kids mundane adventure. It was exactly the kind of thing she wanted her parents to experience one day.

This was exactly what she had become a hero for, and now graduation was within her grasp. She just had to push a little more and then she would be out in the world able to do some good for her family and everyone else.

Ochako smiled at the screen, resolving to get some sleep and maybe she could squeeze in another video tomorrow morning. Before she turned off her phone Ochako glanced at the channel's name, snorting to herself. It was perfect.

Green Bean and Bags

#my hero academia #my hero academia au #mha #bnha #asks #ask request #asks welcome

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90sbokuto · 4 years

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sorry if this is a weird one to ask but since I like to bake / eat mouth watering pastries,,,,,bnha headcanons for bakugo, kirishima, denki, and sero where they are eating one of their S/O's tasty desserts that leaves them mouth watered in delight??? please and thank you :D!!!!!!

— “ bnha boys with a s/o that bakes ”

including: bakugo, kirishima, kaminari and sero

genre: fluff, humor and domestic relationships

tags: baking, fluff, humor, mentions of domestic relationships

warnings: language

a/n: no it’s not weird at all !! i actually love the idea of writing this ! thanks for sending this in :D

— katsuki bakugo

- secretly LOVES when you bake

- homie would just be playing video games when he smells the homemade chocolate chip cookies you made and sneaks into the kitchen to steal them

- best believe this boy knows the smell of your baking and his mouth immediately WATERS

- he will DEFINITELY sneak back his room with most of the cookies

- and then you’d make more

- this cycle would go on forever

- there would NEED to be an unofficial rule where he isn’t allowed to come into the kitchen until you’re done baking

- “the cookies were good, nerd.” he says, kissing your cheek while you’re watching tv

- he asks you to teach him !!!

- poor boy is so confused about why measurements exist for the chocolate chips

- “the whole damn point is to add a ton of chocolate chips!!” he yells at the little recipe he found to use online

- rachael ray is just getting yelled at by this boy and she doesn’t even know it LMFAOSDMKMA

- he’s determined for these cookies to come out similar to yours

- you have to tell him to spray the pan so the cookies don’t stick or burn

- “DON’T SET THE OVEN TO 570 DEGREES!” you yell at him

- he genuinely thinks the cookies will just cook faster if he sets it higher

- brags to everyone about your cookies

- “YOU BET YOUR ASS Y/N’S BAKING IS JUST LIKE GORDON RAMSAY’S”

- he’s so supportive about your baking its such a beautiful sight 🥺

— eijiro kirishima

- SUCH A SWEETIE LMFAO

- you asked him to come with him to the grocery store so you can get stuff to make an apple pie

- he def held your hand on the way there

- he’s so helpful until he finds a candy apple kit and then he’s raving about having a bake off with you !!

- the two of you end up getting stuff to make your apple pie his candied apples :D

- he started to line his baking sheet since you had already put your pie in the oven

- then it started smelling super good to him..

- but he was still determined to try and “win” the bake off

- def the type to keep looking into the oven to see what the pie looks like even though there’s still like 50 minutes left

- the candied apples took less time to finish so afterward, he’d decided to play video games until both desserts were done

- he kept creeping back into the kitchen to look at the pie !!

- “these are good !!” you gushed to kirishima after taking a bite into one of the candied apples

- “but i wanna try your pie , that’s not fair !!” he exclaimed, taking off his headset

- “i already took it out , it just needs to cool off.” you said, heading into your room for a moment.

- that statement was enough for him to try and slice a piece, blow on it for good measure and try and eat it ashsadhasdaj

- poor boy burnt his tongue

- but the pie was AMAZING so he didn’t really regret it

- his mouth was literally watering for another piece but this time he decided to wait for it to cool off

- “babe your pie is godly !!” he exclaimed, as you came back to the kitchen.

— denki kaminari

- he keeps coming in the common area to see random desserts on the oven top

- this had been happening for MONTHS now and he wasn’t sure who was just making random sweets and leaving them

- but it wasn’t a bad thing, he actually really liked them, but it just CONFUSED him

- they tasted so incredible, like hard work and a lot of time was taken on them so how did he always seem to miss the person who made them ?

- began to start dreaming of the desserts

- eventually he just decided to stay in the common area all night

- detective pikachu WHO?

- as soon as he set up camp for the night he realized that this time there were brownies, but they were already in the oven

- then someone’s door opened and he pretended he was just on his phone minding his business

- kirishima came humming down the hall

- he heard the oven open, the pan hit the stove and kirishima take off his mit

- “ dude you BAKED those? ” he asked

- “ no , aizawa didn’t know who made them , but he just told me to take them out. ”

- now he really went into detective mode, who was the talented secret baker here ?

- everyone thought Sato until he admitted it wasn’t him , since he had an oven in his room anyway

- he asked you but you lied and said no ; you originally didn’t want anyone to know since aizawa would probably ban you from the kitchen at night

- this boy decides to set up a hidden camera...

- he got THREE DAYS WORTH OF FOOTAGE

- the weekend rolled around so he decided to look at the camera but nothing showed up for the first two days, and then he saw you creep into the kitchen at about one in the morning

- you grabbed the flour, chocolate chips and eggs

- he RAN to your room

- it sounded like he was gonna BUST YOUR DOOR DOWN , but in reality he was happy one of his hunches was right AND to praise you for your baking abilities

- you opened the door cautiously , not knowing it was denki

- “ BABE YOUR BAKING IS EXTRAORDINARY !!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a hug

- you snatched him into your room so no one would hear him LMAOoO

— sero hanta

- he tried to vlog while you were teaching him how to make deep fried oreos

- you’d never tried each other’s baking so this was perfect

- god there were so many dumb moments

- when checking the oil, sero accidentally SLAPPED himself with the spatula and you were so confused since you didn’t see what happened

- things were going great !!

- you guys were coating the oreos in the homemade pancake batter you made

- the camera fell ,,

- so he gave up trying to vlog for a minute

- you tried to get him to PROMISE not to eat any of the oreos until you guys put the powdered sugar and the frosting dip was cooled

- but he was SO CURIOUS

- like cmon now , you’re telling me he wouldn’t ALREADY be concerned why the oreos needed to be deep fried in the first place

- he got stuff from the store that you said you needed yesterday but he just assumed the oreos were a snack

- until you told him those were for the recipe

- dispair is the emotion he felt ,,

- low and behold the camera was back up and recording after a while and he bit into one , while you flipped an oreo over to cook

- his FACE AHSSDNKASND

- “ baby !! these are AWESOME wtf?” he practically yelled

- “ try it with the powdered sugar and frosting ! ” you said, cheesing from ear to ear

- he kissed your forehead and made his way to the fridge to grab the frosting :,)

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hxwks-gf · 4 years

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Hey sweets, ily and omg CHANCE ENCOUNTERS MAN I read and reread the whole fic series because OMG and I saw your tag for requests so what about like Hawks, Aizawa, and whoever else you want read thirst tweets. Like imagine if they could read what we write 🙈

— 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜

♡ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚜, 𝚊𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

♡ 𝚊/𝚗: 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝟿𝟺𝟾𝟺𝟽𝟺𝟸𝟹𝟺 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚒 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚕𝚖𝚏𝚊𝚘

Aizawa:

♡ at first he would have NO idea what the hell any of the tweets mean

♡ he’ll scrunch up his nose as he reads aloud: “‘shota aizawa is literally my daddy, he could tie me up with his scarf any damn day of the week’.”

♡ he looks back up at the camera with an unamused expression.

♡ “i am not your father. and my scarf is not a toy.”

♡ he pulls out another one and reads: “’i want aizawa to [redacted] the [redacted] out of my [redacted]’.”

♡ he’s silent for a moment, re-reading the little paper. finally, he lets out a long, drawn out sigh and shakes his head.

♡ “thank god i’m not on twitter.”

Hawks:

♡ oh, he LIVES for thirst tweets. he thinks they’re absolutely hilarious, and quite frankly, incredibly creative.

♡ he pulls one out of the bucket and unfurls it, and immediately starts laughing. “‘I can’t even begin to describe how badly I want Hawks to pin me down with his feathers and absolutely destroy me’.”

♡ he crumples the tweet up and winks at the camera. “i’d use my feathers, but i wouldn’t want to destroy you.”

♡ hawks pulls another one out and opens it, reciting: “‘i want Hawks to suffocate me with his thighs’.”

♡ he looks up into the camera with a concerned look on his face. “are all of these tweets just people saying they want me to physically assault them in the bedroom? where do people come up with this stuff?”

All Might:

♡ he’ll literally be so polite and friendly and innocent until he pulls out a certain tweet

♡ as soon as he reads it, his entire face gets red and he tries so hard to keep his shit together

♡ the cameraman pans down to the paper in all might’s hands. “do you not wanna read this one?”

♡ all might tries to hold in his laughter. “no, no, i’ll read it. it just...took me by surprise.” he holds up the paper and says aloud: “’i would 100% let all might detroit smash these cheeks’.”

♡ as soon as the words leave his mouth, he bursts into laughter. “that’s a good one, i’m very flattered.” he crumples the paper in his hands. “but i’m not sure you would survive a detroit smash, unfortunately.”

#LMFAOOOOO #bro #this was a good request #thirst tweets #shota aizawa #hawks #all might #keigo takami #toshinori yagi #eraserhead #asks

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makeste · 4 years

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top 20 favorite quirks

okay, but listen, though! it’s exactly what it says in the title. not best quirks, or most useful quirks, or most creative quirks. not even coolest quirks! I did try to take all of these things into consideration when choosing, but honestly? by far the most important factor was, “I JUST THINK THEY’RE NEAT.”

anyway but let me backtrack and post the actual ask.

you’ll note that at no point was I asked to pick twenty of them. I did that all on my own. so here is my list!

20. Solid Air (Tsuburaba)

Tsubaraba Kousei. all-time undefeated grand champion of The Floor Is Lava. or at least he was until Ochako came along. anyway, so this is an extremely nifty quirk with all sorts of utility ranging from defense to helping him get around. it’s super useful for catching bad guys, and apparently the only real limit is his lung capacity. this quirk has so much potential and I love it.

19. Copy (Monoma)

the fact that he can copy his opponents’ powers and use them against them is badass enough, but add in the fact that he can hold up to 3 (or 4??) of them at once -- for as long as ten minutes -- and this quirk starts getting seriously powerful. anyway so one thing you might note as you read on is that although Copy is on my favorite quirks list, AFO is not! and that’s because Monoma’s limits actually make the quirk much more interesting to me, because they force him (and Horikoshi) to get creative. this is a really fun quirk and I would love to see more of Monoma in action. about time we saw him fight some actual villains and not just class 1-A, honestly.

18. Brainwashing (Shinsou)

as with Monoma’s quirk, what really sets this apart from other mind-control superpowers (to me, anyway) is the fact that it has limitations. he can’t just control anyone at random; in order to take them over he has to get them to respond to him somehow. which leads to innovations like the voice-changer, and which as a result has made his battles so genuinely interesting and fun to watch. anyway so I really want Shinsou to hurry up and join 2-A, and for them to just give him his provisional license all “here you go, son” with no testing whatsoever, because we’re past the point of pretending the HPSC is actually responsible these days, and because I really want to see if he can help turn the tides the next time the heroes battle the League.

17. Zero Gravity (Ochako)

I feel like it’s worth noting that I don’t really have any kind of fear of heights or falling or anything like that. and so I can’t really explain why Toga using this quirk on Ms. Curious and her lackeys was hands down one of the most singularly disturbing scenes in the entire manga for me! but it was!! even now I’m wincing just thinking about it. she just lifted them all up and DROPPED THEM and they just FELL and DIED. just like that. holy fucking shit. anyway, so we should all be very grateful that Ochako is super kind and sweet and more inclined towards helping people rather than murdering them. because holy shit. anyways though this quirk is dope.

16. Erasure (Aizawa)

I once said that this quirk was “not very cinematic”, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so wrong about anything in my life. oh, past me. you truly underestimated the dramatic impact of someone with a terrifyingly powerful quirk going in for the kill, only to be all “NANI?!” as they suddenly realize that their powers are no longer working, and the camera pans over to a man with gorgeous floating hair and intense red anime eyes. I owe you an apology, Erasure. you are cinematic AF.

15. Black Hole (Thirteen)

I really wish we got to see Thirteen fight more often. they suffer from the same “too powerful” curse as so many of the other characters and it’s a shame. anyway so Black Hole is cool af and gives me a ton of Miroku/kazaana vibes, which I freaking love. this quirk is lowkey on a Tomura-level of destructive potential, honestly, and yet no one ever talks about it?? Thirteen could literally destroy anything they touched if they wanted to?? imagine if they ever Awakened, you guys. holy shit.

14. Tape (Sero)

this power is so fucking stupid and ridiculous and completely absurd and I LOVE IT. Horikoshi really drew a skinny guy with tape elbows and was all, “so this kid is basically Spider-Man but with tape. I have not put the least bit of logical thought or creative effort into this power beyond that, and I’m not going to, either.” and somehow we all just accepted it. anyway, dubious origins aside, it’s such a versatile ability and Sero has such amazing control over it. it’s offense; it’s defense; he can use it to set traps; he can use it for maneuverability. TAPE ELBOWS CAN DO IT ALL.

13. Outburst (Ms. Joke)

when will it finally be her time. Outburst is one of those powers that sounds super dumb at first, until you really stop and think what the ability to make someone laugh at will could actually DO to people. true uncontrollable belly laughter is a totally incapacitating thing. she’d have people collapsing to the ground and practically seizing up. and good luck using your own quirk to fight back when you’re doubled over struggling to breathe and can’t even see straight because of the tears in your eyes. that’s assuming any of her opponents are even capable of thinking straight long enough to try it. like, this is such a straight up brutal ability and the fact that we have still NEVER SEEN IT is honestly infuriating.

12. Glamour (Camie)

it’s an illusion quirk. of course I have to put it on my list. illusion powers make every battle approximately 100x more entertaining. and what makes this particular power even better is that in any other series, this quirk would have been given to some Tokoyami-esque super serious emo kid. but BnHA went and gave it to Karen from Mean Girls instead. what a fucking power move. goddamn.

11. Black (Kuroiro)

according to BnHA Ultra Analysis, Kuroiro’s Appearing Out of Nowhere skills are rated a 4 out of 6. I still haven’t figured out if this is meant to be a burn on him or not. this kid can ninja in and out of literally any dark object in existence. if it’s nighttime, that means he can basically move wherever he wants to at will. of course he’s skilled at Appearing Out of Nowhere. so tell me then, why is it ONLY a four out of six?? how could he possibly fuck this up?? who was grading him?? DOES HE JUST SUCK. I don’t know, but anyway it’s really funny to me and also I really love this quirk.

10. Transform (Toga)

Toga went and Awakened herself right into the top ten with the reveal that not only can she mimic other people’s appearances, but that while she is transformed, she can actually use their quirks. like excuse me, what?? holy shit??? it is honestly driving me crazy that we’ve only seen this in action once. Transform is basically Plot Twist: The Quirk. I really want to see Toga use it to its full potential and infiltrate U.A. and/or spy on the HPSC and/or murder someone with their loved one’s own quirk. I WANT HER TO GIVE SOMEONE THE MAES HUGHES TREATMENT. I want her to do something so shocking that people ragequit the fucking manga lol. I know I’m always saying the manga isn’t that dark, but this is honestly the one exception where I would freaking love for it to get dark as shit. anyway so yeah. if you want to fuck with people you really couldn’t ask for a better quirk.

9. Creation (Momo)

MACGUYVER: THE QUIRK. an unlimited inventory in the hands of someone brilliant enough to actually utilize it to its full extent. what’s not to love? honestly if it were me with this quirk it would be completely useless. not only would I get hopelessly bored two seconds into trying to memorize an object’s molecular structure or whatever, but even if I DID manage to figure out how to make stuff, I would never know what to do with the stuff, or when to use it. every time a new situation cropped up I would just create a bunch of random objects in a panic. but Momo is so elegant in her problem-solving that she often needs to create only one or two things to come up with the perfect solution for something. basically this is a good quirk that becomes a truly great quirk when placed in the hands of the best possible person in the world to wield it. the quirk is awesome because Momo is awesome, and I fucking adore quirks like that (see: next entry).

8. Permeation (Mirio)

ah, Mirio. the original victim of the “too powerful to be allowed” curse. remember that time he BEAT HALF OF CLASS 1-A IN UNDER SIX SECONDS, you guys. small wonder Horikoshi couldn’t even make it through one complete villain fight with him before he had to de-quirk the poor kid. anyway, so Mirio makes this quirk look so mind-blowingly awesome that it’s easy to forget what a terrifying and fucked-up power it is in reality. “yeah it makes me blind and deaf and if I’m not careful I’ll fall into the center of the earth or splice myself in two or some shit.” what the actual fuck Mirio. but because he’s worked so hard and because Nighteye trained him so well, he’s mastered the timing to such an insane degree that he could kick Overhaul in the face without harming a single hair on Eri’s body. and honestly, there’s no way I could not love a quirk that gave us a moment like that.

7. Warp Gate (Kurogiri)

unlike SOME OTHER PEOPLE whose names start with Kuro, I would bet you that Kurogiri’s Appearing Out of Nowhere skills are a full six out of six! alas, the top ten of this list is chock full of people whose quirks are so badass that they had to be written out of the story one way or another. with Kuro at large there was technically nothing stopping the villains from just dropping in on U.A. one night to kill All Might, or rekidnap Bakugou, or whatever else they might want to do. and that’s actually a really scary thought though lol so it’s no wonder that Horikoshi was all, “yeah I’ll just have them capture him now.” anyways do you guys remember that one time in chapter 18 when Kuro used Warp Gate to create an endless loop of All Might suplexing Noumu suplexing All Might?? fucking quirks, though. wild.

6. Fiber Master (Best Jeanist)

another badass quirk, another badass quirk-user incapacitated and taken out of the story before their time. Best Jeanist is honestly terrifying. if he wanted to he could immobilize and even strangle and kill pretty much anyone in the world, whenever he fucking felt like it. that alone would be crazy enough, but then add to that that this quirk for all intents and purposes is basically telekinesis. as long as someone is wearing clothing he can move them around however he wants, as we saw in Kamino. basically, everything Hawks can do with Fierce Wings, Jeanist can probably do with his own quirk. AND THAT INCLUDES FLYING, YOU GUYS. the more I think about it the more I think we truly were robbed. I need Jeanist to come back already and fly everyone at Jakku to safety and tie Tomura to a chair with his own cape before proceeding to style his hair.

5. Rewind (Eri)

IT’S MY LIST!! I CAN PUT WHATEVER I WANT, AND IF YOU SAY I CAN’T, I’M TELLING MOM. okay but listen. everyone always rags on this quirk and how stupidly powerful it is, and look, I get it. but isn’t it kind of interesting that everyone is also always speculating over who Eri is eventually going to heal with her quirk? like, fandom is always complaining about how broken it is but at the same time they’re out here hatching all of these wild theories that center around it. and to me that indicates that in truth, this is actually an awesome quirk -- just so long as it’s used right. obviously there have to be some major limitations or else this is just “Fix Everything: The Quirk.” thankfully, Horikoshi did limit it! it’s super dangerous, she has trouble controlling it, and most importantly, it’s ridiculously slow to recharge and so she can only use it once every few months. it’s basically Recovery Girl’s quirk with a bonus slow-replenishing stamina bar that, once charged, allows her to release one ultra-powerful SUPER HEAL special move. and that’s pretty awesome. basically I think this quirk gets too much hate and not enough credit for the additional menu options it adds to the story. it’s interesting and compelling and I can’t wait to see what Horikoshi does with it.

4. Dark Shadow (Tokoyami)

TOKOYAMI WHY IS YOUR QUIRK SENTIENT. Existential Crisis: The Quirk. do quirks have souls?? if you shot Tokoyami with a quirk-be-gone bullet would Dark Shadow fucking die??? if Tomura absorbed Tokoyami’s quirk would Dark Shadow grow out of his back and be all “hey um, who the fuck are you”?? and would Toko’s head turn back into a normal human boy head?? would Dark Shadow look like Tomura instead of a bird shadow?? what even IS Dark Shadow, actually?? obviously it is not just a shadow because shadows can’t punch people or shield people from attacks or pick people up and fly them around. but yet he’s afraid of fire and grows weaker in daylight?? is Tokoyami secretly the strongest character in the entire series?? is there any way I can possibly justify putting this quirk all the way down at #4 instead of #1 where it clearly belongs?? let me answer that question by not answering it and moving on.

3. Explosion (Bakugou)

is the fix in?? is “exploding hands” really a better quirk than a fucking sentient monster man who lives in your belly button and reads your mind and is made of ~darkness energy~ and is your best friend? apparently the answer is yes! to both of those questions. yes the fix is in. I love Kacchan and his quirk is fucking awesome okay. it just never ceases to amaze me how this one single quirk, which really only does one thing, is nonetheless so spectacularly powerful that it allows Bakugou to compete on the same level as the fucking protagonist with all of his godlike super-strength and Main Character Powers and wacky SIXQUIRKS!! shenanigans. in my opinion the coolest thing about Explosion isn’t even its firepower; it’s the way Bakugou’s adapted it to fly around and to boost his speed. I think he legit may be the fastest character in the series right now, or close to it. he’s faster than Iida and Gran Torino and Endeavor. he can keep up with Deku without breaking a sweat. and he knows how to use that speed, thanks to his insane reflexes. add in the fact that this is also without a doubt the most cinematic quirk in the entire series, and I think I’m justified in putting it this high up. and anyway I still put two others up above it so shh.

2. Search (Ragdoll/Tomura)

Hey, What’s That Guy’s Deal: The Quirk. I just really love this one you guys. it’s so fucking useful. Video Game HUD: The Quirk. one hundred people at a time?? locations and weak points?? works even when you’re not looking at the person anymore and have blinked your eyes, unlike CERTAIN OTHER PEOPLE’S weak-ass quirks?? check, check, and check. is it any wonder AFO wanted this? plus it just looks so damn cool. the visual representation of everyone as little stars on a map. Turn On Location: The Quirk. okay look I feel like I’m doing a bad job of explaining why I have this quirk all the way up at number two. it just has this subtle badassness to it, and its introduction after almost two hundred chapters of buildup was just so fucking cool. maybe it’s recency bias?? I don’t even know; all I know is that I love this quirk and want to see more of it in action.

1. Blackwhip (Lariat/Deku)

listen, I was obsessed with this quirk back when it was called “Venom” and was by far the absolute coolest part of the 1990s Spider-Man cartoon series. I’m not just going to suddenly not be obsessed with it just because fandom is mad that Horikoshi gave Deku an additional power beyond just Smashing Stuff. Blackwhip is hands down the coolest quirk, guys. I’m sorry, it just is. it has the coolest name. it had the coolest entrance. it does basically anything you could ever want a quirk to do in battle. it grabs stuff. it Bloops. what more do you want. you’re all just jealous because you wish that you could Bloop too. I know I am. I wish I had a Bloop. anyway so yeah, Blackwhip is the upgrade to Deku’s fighting style that we desperately needed after 200+ chapters of Delaware Smashes and Broken Bones. all his fights are cooler now. he can save more people! he can fight without instantly dying! plus you just gotta love powers that occasionally explode out of control if their user gets all emotional and pissed off about the fact that you insulted his boyfriend. so yeah. Blackwhip at number one! on this list of favorite quirks. not best quirks!! jesus christ. please don’t kill me I have a family.

so that’s my list! all 3000 words of it. how does this keep happening.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha meta #bnha ranking #bnha top ten #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #asks #anon asks

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shih-coulda-had-it · 4 years

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Just i m a g i n e ; Nana and Gran Torino know the friends / almost boyfriends of Toshi and Torino was like; "go away of that blond idiot or I'm going to hit them without mercy" while Nana is; "Sora, let them, are childrens. But if they hurt m’lil Toshi, I'll also hit them without mercy :) ". The boys, (Dave, Sir, Tsukauchi and Aizawa), are scared of the threats of Toshi's parents and he does not realize that his parents have threatened his almost boyfriends. I think that would happen 👀.

Oh, I like where your head’s at. This is technically the beginning of either a recurring arc/a long one-shot in the NanaLives!AU that’s been building as tumblr snippets.

*Note: Sorahiko did not join Nana and Toshinori in the States for several months. He was cleaning up their tracks/records. On a last-second impulse, he asks the Commission to retrieve Kotarou. Kotarou’s reunion is a whole drama of its own, but the end-result is that Kotarou (1) gets therapy (2) gets a whole year off school! (3) gets a whole family!!!

Neither Nana nor Sorahiko are blindsided by the first boy Toshinori brings home. They’re trying not to invalidate All Might’s work by playing chaperone, but they do pay attention to the news. And the news is captivated by the presence of an exceptionally handsome young foreigner popping up to take care of problems.

Problems like the explosion at the local college laboratory.

“Okaa-san,” says Kotarou, enraptured by disaster, “Toshi-nii’s shirt got burned off.”

“He doesn’t know he’s got a camera trained on him,” observes Nana.

“Figures,” Sorahiko says darkly. He’s sitting at the couch, financial paperwork spread out on the coffee table. Kotarou is cross-legged, ostensibly keeping Sorahiko company and doing his English handwriting exercises. Nana had been busy with laundry, but she poked her head in at the first excited cry. “All this work to stay under the radar, and the brat immediately gets trapped in the spotlight.”

“No one will recognize him.” Goodness knows Nana hadn’t, the first time Toshinori tapped into One for All and puffed up.

“Who’s he talking to?”

“He’s talking to somebody?” Sorahiko’s head snaps up at Kotarou’s innocent inquiry, and Nana doesn’t need to see his face to know that he’s studying the grainy screen, eyes narrowed in calculation.

“He looks nice,” she tries. The two boys on-screen are laughing together, bright-eyed and grinning. Toshinori’s new friend is totally staring at Toshinori’s chest.

“Looks like a sycophant,” he growls.

She rolls her eyes. “Toshinori just saved him from a burning building. Gratitude and admiration, along with some heart-eyes, aren’t out of the norm.”

“Hn.”

“What’s a sycophant,” Kotarou says, twisting around when the camera finally cuts away to a pair of commentators. He peers at Sorahiko’s papers like he can understand not only English, but also Sorahiko’s chicken-scratch handwriting.

Long-sufferingly, Sorahiko answers, “A sycophant is a person who always says yes to another person.”

“Oh.” Kotarou dwells on this. “Like you with okaa-san.”

There’s a beat of silence. The first giggle escapes Nana’s valiant grasp, and then she’s leaning on the wall, overtaken by them. Kotarou looks pleased; Sorahiko starts to sputter and defend himself.

Several hours later, Toshinori’s boisterous voice announces, “I’m home!”

“Welcome back,” Nana calls out from the kitchen. Over the course of a few months, her cooking repertoire has expanded to include boxed yellow curry. It bubbles ominously in the deep pan, set over a low heat. “Watch out in the living room, I think Sorahiko’s still napping with Kotarou.”

“Ah.” Nana hears a murmur. Then the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Involuntarily, she tenses and activates Float, her world narrowing down to the question: who is that. Her hands curl into fists, scarred and white-knuckled. She navigates the hallway to the front door and checks the mirror--oh.

Float deactivates. Nana briskly re-ties her hair, shakes out the adrenaline still thrumming in her hands, and steps out into the open with a smile.

“Who’s this?” she asks pleasantly.

Toshinori hasn’t stopped using One for All, but he’s picked up a white “I <3 LA” shirt. While he can stay puffed up for as long as he wants, there’s an unspoken rule to leave All Might in the streets. Thankfully, Nana thinks, Kotarou understands the secrecy regarding Toshinori’s Quirk.

The reason why Toshinori is still All Might finishes toeing off his sneakers. He’s tall, slender, and perceptibly nervous. When he executes a short bow, his shoulder-length hair moves with him.

“Hello,” Toshinori’s friend (boyfriend? Nana wonders, a little alarmed at the thought, because Toshinori can only have known him for four hours, max, and now Toshinori has brought him here, perhaps to meet the family) says in awkward Japanese. “I am David Shield. It is nice to meet you.”

“I understand English,” she says, not unkindly. “Your accent is very good, though.”

Shield exhales in relief. “I wanted to try,” he says, sheepish. “I’ve taken classes, but it’s just--difficult.”

“You need a willing language partner,” Nana agrees. “Call me Shimura-san, David. Are you here for dinner?”

“If it’s no problem.”

“Oshishou,” says Toshinori happily, “Dave’s offered to build me a sturdier suit! I thought the least we could do is dinner, right?”

Then, Kotarou comes barreling down the hallway, only to come to a reeling halt at the sight of someone new. He ducks back behind Nana’s legs, wary of strangers. She reaches back to ruffle his hair, and notes that David looks similarly taken aback.

Dave, however, is apparently going to tailor a new suit for Toshinori. Nana studies the young man and his fine-boned hands--an engineer? a researcher?--and decides that she needs Sorahiko to take a second look.

“This is Kotarou, my son.” Nana smiles reassuringly. “And of course. A friend of Toshinori’s is always welcome. Take your time, boys. It’s chicken curry tonight.”

She retreats back to the kitchen, Kotarou in tow.

“Are you fixing my cooking?” she gasps, catching Sorahiko in the midst of seasoning the pan’s contents. He doesn’t even flinch, and tosses in another pinch of black pepper.

“Little bland. Overall, tastes like the box promised. Good job on not burning it.”

Nana scowls. “This is because we teased him this afternoon,” she tells Kotarou, and Kotarou finally unclenches his fingers from her sweatpants and laughs. She bops his nose with her finger, and informs Sorahiko, “Remember the boy Toshinori saved? He’s here for dinner, and his name is David Shield.”

“What,” says Sorahiko.

“He’s, hmm, offered to make Toshinori a suit, and Toshinori thought he should pay the favor back with dinner.”

“I don’t understand English yet,” Kotarou complains.

“There’s that too,” she adds, but comforts Kotarou with, “I’m sure he’ll understand Japanese if you speak slowly, Kota.”

Footsteps on the staircase. They’re both heavy-footed, Nana distantly registers, and they’re headed for Toshinori’s bedroom. Which is normal for friends to do. Heck, she and Sorahiko used to have sleepovers together. This is fine.

Toshinori has known Dave for, at most, four hours.

Sorahiko sets the ladle to the side. He appears to be tracking a similar line of thought, because he says, slowly, “You know, when Toshinori came out to us as bisexual last week, I didn’t think…”

“He didn’t have anyone in high school,” Nana points out. “If there’s any place to explore romance without consequence, it’s halfway across the world.” She grimaces. “Also, let’s not jump to conclusions. We shouldn’t assume everyone Toshinori brings home is a potential partner.”

“He doesn’t bring people home,” Sorahiko stresses.

“Before, Toshinori wasn’t able to.”

Kotarou’s eyes flick back and forth between them. Incredulously, he asks, “Toshi-nii has no friends?”

They wince. Toshinori has friends the way someone builds a rolodex; many people extend their friendship, and Toshinori accepts, stores their information (name; Quirk; details about family, likes, dislikes) away in his encyclopedic brain, and never pursues a follow-up. It isn’t something they taught him, but it’s not a habit they’ve tried breaking either.

“He has friends,” says Nana. “So, best behavior, okay?”

Sorahiko grimaces. He bobs his head, but Nana assumes he’ll ask pointed questions during dinner anyway. Depending on how good a mood Toshinori is in, maybe their charge will let the interrogation slide. If not, well, Toshinori knows how grouchy Sorahiko can be.

“Okay,” Kotarou replies, oblivious to the byplay. “When’s dinner?”

“Soon,” Sorahiko promises.

(There is a long stretch of time between David Shield and Sasaki Mirai. In the span of this time, Kotarou has grown up and gotten married and had two children. Nana and Sorahiko have officially tied the knot, and they are in the midst of renovating a small apartment complex in Yamanashi Prefecture. Following Sasaki is Tsukauchi Naomasa. Then Toshinori brings home Aizawa Shouta.

“He’s like you,” Nana mourns to Sorahiko, after cheerfully seeing Aizawa off. Toshinori is walking with him to the train station; it’s fifty-fifty on whether Toshinori will spend the night in his own apartment, or in Aizawa’s bed.

“How’s that,” Sorahiko grunts, locking the front door. They trail their way to bed.

“His kids will be his students.”

He glances at her. “Kotarou wasn’t my student.”

“He learned a lot from you anyway,” Nana promptly responds, and he snorts. She’s undeterred. “Anyway, I can only assume he’ll bond with every class, and act as their collective dad. Tons and tons of encouragement, complete with rigorous physical training.” She sighs as she pushes their bedroom door open. “All those extended grandchildren we may never get to meet…”

“Be glad,” Sorahiko suggests. “I can only imagine Toshinori fathering a child with even crazier dreams, and we’ve finally reached a point in our lives where we don’t have to deal with that shit.”

“You’ve jinxed it.”

“I’ve jinxed nothing.”

Four months later, when they are watching the Sports Festival live on television, staring at a fluffy green-haired boy shout ‘Smash’ battle-cries and perform therapy so bad (so well? The result may have been the goal), he’s knocked clear out of the tournament--

“I jinxed it,” says Sorahiko in disbelief, as Nana cackles and starts texting Toshinori to bring home Midoriya Izuku.)

#bnha #shimura nana #torino sorahiko #gran torino #yagi toshinori #all might #shimura kotarou #david shield #nanahiko #shih.txt #ostensibly: davemight #i need like three thousand more words to cover the rest #but i wanted to answer this ask so bad #asks #sxftcxts-uwu

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a-forgotten-spirit · 5 years

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Love Isn’t An Illusion (2)

Credit to Rightful Owners

Pairing: Todoroki x Bakugou, Todoroki x Reader x Bakugou VERY SLOW BUILD

Summary: Dealing with parents, picking out hero names, Aizawa helping find an agency.

Words: +- 6600

Warnings: Bad parenting, Bad parents, pictures of you online from the festival, parents don’t listen, parents being manipulative, anxiety, overthinking, thoughts of failure, pressure, stress, getting up in front of a class, presenting hero names, shaking hands, description of a heartbeat, stuttering, no friends (yet), quiet kid. This is based on the real my hero academia show, scenes will be in here as well.

Tagged: @kittycatspervertedheart @lemorrite @gwendlynn @marleps @thicctati2 @saitamastamaticsoup @succulent-momma @aurorahoneybuns @imjusttireddudes @misconceptualised

A/N: I wrote this for the fans. I do not own My Hero academia or the characters, I don’t own most of the plot for this story, I had watched the show and re-written the dialogue and plot as if the reader was the main character. Everything is centred around the reader. Please comment, makes me happy. Ask if you wish to be tagged.

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Chapter 2 -

“I won the festival mum” I spoke into the silence of the car. I look down to my medal, I was proud of myself even if she was not. Why did I think she was going to care, why did I think she’d watch me. She didn’t care for my achievements I did everything myself.

“What festival,” she asked in a bored tone not interested in the topic at all, did she not care at all. I had been going on about the festival for weeks, months. Ever since I got into UA, ever since I was recommended and she still didn’t know what I was talking about.

“The UA sports festival” I had to grit my teeth to stop from lunging out and screaming my lungs out. My hands clenched in my lap as we drove, her body relaxed and not paying attention to what I was saying.

“Oh yes I have heard about that, a few women at work were talking about. Said they saw you on it” my head turned so she did know I was there. “Yes, it’s good you got your five seconds of fame young” was she kidding. Was this some kind of sick joke.

“I won” she hummed “The festival, I won it. I beat everyone” as I was talking, a call came through the car alerting my mother who shushed me and answered it within a second. She didn’t care what I had done. I had a different quirk to both my parents I had suspected being adopted but that's not the case if it was, I doubt my parents would still have me but I was told my grandfather had something similar, skipped a generation I guessed.

The rest of the ride was slow and my mother having a conversation to one of her colleagues about a new intern who they both didn’t seem to like, I would bet my life that the intern didn’t like them back. Once home I quickly got my things and went inside, my father sitting at the table on his laptop.

“How was your day Y/N” his voice was formal and he too didn’t seem impressed. My mother came in only seconds after and her heels could be heard throughout the hallway with each step of her foot. Her bags were placed down and she walked in hearing his question.

I wasn’t able to answer as she sighed and looked over to my father who raised an eyebrow in question “I had to pick her up from school, her teachers asked me too after they went to that festival thing” after I competed in it and would be tired, I wanted to yell.

“Oh you got to go with school, that's exciting. A few people at work commented you were on TV, did they do a camera pan for the crowd” he was looking at his laptop once more as I stood in silence. Did they not watch a second of the festival. Could they not even spare three seconds to see I was still in uniform, the uniform of the most sorts out school in the world?

“She even got a medal for participation in something” my mother nodded getting herself a glass of water, my knuckles were white from how tight I was holding my bag, even their so-called friends had seen me and they said nothing. I could be on the news, in papers maybe then they would see.

I didn’t dwell, I was tired and losing brain cells as well as my interest in the conversation rather quickly, I had not worked my ass off all day for both of them to pretend I did nothing because they didn’t care. “I'm going to bed, it’s been a long day” I didn’t get anything in return.

Making my way to my room I walked in placing my bags down and then moving to go into my bathroom, my parents didn’t want me invading their space so I had one connected. They just didn’t want to see me. I didn’t blame them, I didn’t want to see them either. Stripping I threw my clothes in the hamper I looked in the mirror and could see tired E/C pearls looking back at me. I shook my head and moved to shower, opening the door, not even a squeak was released, I stepped in, turning on the cold water only I shivered to feel the waterfall down my back in a gentle caress. This was nice, it was quite nice. The cold of the water made my body feel clean and nice. A simple wash down and cleaning of my hair I sighed and looked up to the ceiling.

“They didn’t even notice” I laughed and shook my head, said body part falling as I laughed again. My hand moved before I realised and turned off the water, it had been long enough in my thoughts I had decided and left the shower little water droplets falling from my hair and body.

A fluffy towel twisted my hair and another placed on my body I left the bathroom and made my way to my drawers. Picking out an oversized jumper, it was still fluffy on the inside and some underwear, that was enough for me. I sighed, I was tired and didn’t want to dry myself so opted for getting out my phone and laying down as I waited for the water to clear off my skin. Turning on my phone I had no messages and when I clicked on twitter I saw my face plastered the first article. People guessing how my quirk was used and how strong I can be. My smile only grew as Pro heroes commented on my strength and usefulness to each of them. This lasted a long while until my eyes began to droop and I deemed it time to get dressed. Once dressed I easily snuggled into bed checking three times my phone was on the charge as I had not put it on far too many times and that my alarms were on. I fell into a deep and dreamless slumber.

Waking up to an annoying noise I looked overseeing my phone blaring at me and with a groan of tiredness and annoyance I swiped to turn off my alarm. Getting up I swung my legs over the side of the bed and thanked myself for showering the night prior as I did not feel up to it this morning though I did go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I packed my bag with all the things I needed from my room and got dressed for school, tucking my shirt into my skirt and smiling at my reflection, it was the best it was gonna get and I was okay with that. Taking my bag I went downstairs and into the kitchen seeing my parents both on their phones and eating.

Once in the kitchen I began to make my food, a cute little bento would be good for today I thought. “Y/N,” my mother asked and I stopped turning to her as she held up her phone a video of me competing in the festival was playing “You didn’t tell me you were famous” she gushed and I rolled my eyes, of course, she didn’t care.

“I won the festival, I'm going to be on the news” I answered and her smile only seemed to grow. My fathers as well, why did the look so excited. They couldn’t care less yesterday and now they seemed to be vibrating with excitement.

“I’m going to post it and let everyone know I’m your mother” she smiled and then began to type. I yelled a stop but it fell on deaf ears “People will want to interview you and everything, this could be so good for work. Yours too honey, make a post about how proud we are” that’s what they cared about. “I’ll even drive you to school, it’s raining after all” she got up.

“Mum I’m not talking to anyone about me competing, it’s over. That’s it, done” I stated but she ignored me and told me to hurry up or she’d be late for work, I sighed my anger and packed my bento making my way to the car and getting in. “I wasn’t joking school doesn’t want us doing anything. It was to show our quirks for agencies” I explained and she just continued to go on about how good it would be for her and not so much me.

I didn’t care at this point.

Coming to school I simply just got out of the car and walked into school, I got a little wet but I was too angry to care right now. I just wanted today to be over with but then again I didn’t want to have to go back home so it was a loss either way. Placing my belongings in my lockers I made my short trip to class. Walking in I could hear people talking and I moved to my seat, sitting down in silence. No one noticed my attendance as I looked down at my desk. I could hear people in the class say strangers asked for photos and to talk, then Sero saying some kids made fun of him. I felt bad but had to admit it was kinda funny.

The door opened with a slight bang and everyone ran to their seats, Aizawa walked in “Morning” and walked to the centre of class as everyone greeted him. Tsu pointing out that indeed his bandages were gone from USJ. I was sad that I wasn’t able to attend that day as I was very sick and had stayed back at school by the nurses' order. I could’ve helped and instead not just sat at school. “You need codenames, time to pick your hero identities” everyone seemed excited as he continued saying that is was beneficial and that it isn’t usually important until the second or third year but by letting first years it allows the Pros to invest in you. I couldn’t comment I wished people took pride in my work and I hoped I got offers.

“So what you’re saying is that we will still have to prove ourselves after we’ve gotten recruited,” Toru asked her voice soft but high pitched. Aizawa agreed to her comment and I couldn’t help but shake. Sure people in the crowd liked me but they could have been saying that or that they were being nice while others were around, my parents did that frequently. With a clenched fist under my desk, I tried to pay attention.

“Now here are the totals for those of you who got offers” I looked up quickly as the name came onto the board. I was first and my mouth dropped 4591 offers for me. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face in happiness. People wanted me as real heroes wanted me. This was the best day of my life. Todoroki came in second with 4123 offers, I was a few hundred higher than him and at that thought, I smiled wider. Bakugou with 3556 though that might be because of his anger and loud personality. Tokoyami with 360, Iida with 301, Kaminari with 272, Yaoyorozu with 108 though she wasn’t able to show off her true strength which I felt bad for, she was so strong. Kirishima with 68, Uraraka with 20 and Sero with 14. I was surprised Uraraka didn’t have more but she did go up against Bakugou so I couldn’t blame them. “In past years it’s been more spread out but there’s a pretty big gap this time” he wasn’t wrong. After Bakugou it dropped a few thousand when he should be dropping a hundred at most.

My peers began to talk “I’m not surprised Y/N got the most” Jirou spoke “But Todoroki got the second most, ahead of Bakugou” she was right he had thought it was most likely to my previous thought. He was aggressive and loud, didn’t like to follow rules that are hard for a Pro to stand.

Others stated it was his anger and that no Pro wanted to work with him “If I scared a Pro they’re just weak” Bakugou had screamed in anger, arms across his chest and eyes wide. He wasn’t wrong, I had to admit if a Pro was afraid of a first-year they had some thinking to do.

Yaoyorozu complimented Todoroki but his face dropped in anger “These offers are most likely because of my father” he had a point. Pro’s would naturally want someone who already had heroes in their family.

Uraraka was throwing Iida back and forth, tears in her eyes as she cried out “People want us” I smiled that she was happy with her score even if it wasn’t a lot she was still overjoyed. No one spoke to me and I was grateful, I hadn’t even had anyone in mind not thinking anyone would want me but this means I made an impact.

“Despite these results, you will all be interning with Pros. Got it. Even those of you who didn’t get any offers” that was good news for the people who didn’t. I was nervous for who wanted me, I would have to talk to Aizawa about this at a later time. “The hero names will most likely be temporary but take them seriously or” the door to the room was opened as Aizawa was interrupted.

“They’ll have hell to pay later” as she walked in, I couldn’t help but think she had waited at the door for the perfect moment to make an entrance. Kaminari, Sero and Mineta were all wide-eyed and happy as she walked in. Her outfit was revealing but she was still covered. My hero uniform as well, something. Midnight's heels clicked on the ground as she walked in “what you pick today could be your code name for life” a rush of anxiety ran through my body. I hadn’t even thought of a name for myself. “You better be careful or you’ll be stuck with something utterly decent” her hands were behind her head as she walked, hips swaying side to side. I had seen some articles on her and the public didn’t seem to like her very much but her quirk was useful I had to admit.

“Yeah, she's got a good point” Aizawa commented and I nodded subconsciously, she did have a good point. It’s what the world would know you as, what people would call when they saw you. That’s what your legacy would be. “Midnight is going to have final approval over your names. It’s not my forte” I thought his name was pretty cool, it fit him well but maybe he regretted it. “The name you give yourself is important, it helps reinforce your image and shows what kind of hero you want to be in the future. A code name shows people exactly what you represent. Take All Might for example”

I was then passed a notepad and pen, what could I be called. I looked at the paper as people began to write and I looked around it seemed most had an idea. I hadn’t thought about it if I was honest. The squeaking was heard around the room as they scribbled down names. “Now students who among you is ready to share” my head raised, we had to tell the class. I thought we would show them and she would either say yes or no, that was not the case.

Aoyama got up and smiled “Hold your breath” he pulled his board up but not facing us “The shining hero” then the board was thrust into the air “My name is I can not stop twinkling” his handwriting wasn’t too bad but the name was quite long and I didn’t expect people to remember nor care for saying the whole thing. “You can’t deny my sparkle” he was quite confident though I couldn’t blame him.

“It’ll be better this way, take out the I and shorten the, can not too can't" she was letting him have that, oh well he seemed to like it. I looked down at my blank board pen still in hand. I had no idea what would be good.

“It's stunning” at least he was happy with it. It’s what he wanted to go by and going first in the class took a lot of guts so I applaud him for that. ‘Can’t Stop Twinkling’ I still thought would be shortened but then again as long as he was being complimented I didn’t think he would mind.

Ashido was next, I still hadn’t apologised for out fight but she jumped around happily so she seemed fine “Okie Dokie me next” her arms came down showing off her board her hero name loud and in bold letters “My code name Alien Queen” it fit her look and her quirk, I thought it was cute and would be easy to remember.

“Hold on like that horrible monster with the acidic blood” Midnight look terrified as the image came to her mind, eyes wide and body shaking. I hadn’t even thought of that but I couldn’t see it personally but from the look on her pale face told another story. What kind of hero did I want to be known as? “I don’t think so” Ashidos’ face fell as did her board as she walked back to her seat, her quirk and look would help her find a name and I was sure she could do it.

I felt like I had to create something amazing, I won the sports festival. My name was already plastered everywhere not to mention my quirk was now the talk of the news and fans. I sighed lowly, quiet. I had to have a good name, nothing was coming to mind. It felt as though my mind was moving too quickly and too slowly all at once, how was that even possible. My quirk wasn’t flashy nor was it something you could see appearance-wise so I had nothing to go off with that.

“Ribbit, I think I’ve got one, am I ok to go next” turning my head slightly I heard the light croaky voice of Su, she had asked me to call her that in our first conversations. I wasn’t one for honorific or last names either. I liked my first name, it was fine. Right? What could be my hero name? I was writing things down then immediately erasing them. I hadn’t even thought of naming myself.

“Come on up” Midnight seemed to enjoy her job of picking names, her own being one of my favourites. My eyes dragged along with Sus’ form as she waddled her way to the front of the class. Another thing I was stressing about, I didn’t like everyone staring at me. The illusion was a good quirk, I could hide quite easily. I had done it a lot when I was younger, hiding from bullies, classmates and even my parents.

“I’ve had this name in mind since grade school” her voice was so calming in a strange kinda forest way. Though what made my body tense is that she had this name for a while. Did people think about this, I hadn’t. I shook my head and continued to listen to “Rainy season Hero: Froppy” I smiled, it was cute and fit her features and quirk. I could see people liking the name and it would be easy to remember.

“That’s delightful it makes you sound approachable. What a great example of a name everyone will love” I had to agree, it was a good name. As well as being in Japan having ‘The Rainy Season’ as a title was something to boast. She would do well with that name. I ignored her going back to her seat and looked down to my blank board, I didn’t want to be the last but I also didn’t want to have to go back to the front of the class. I inwardly groaned and gripping the board tighter and shaking, this was a lot of pressure.

“I got mine too, the sturdy hero. My name is a red riot” it fit Kirishima, he was quite red. His whole outfit and look were based on the colour. His personality fitting the bright colour. Though the name sounded familiar somehow. Had he mentioned it before, no, right?

“Red Riot, interesting” Midnight commented, she liked it from the look she was giving. It was a cool name, something the fans would like and being a sturdy hero made trust form. “You’re paying respect to the chivalrous hero Crimson Riot yes” she questioned in curiosity. That’s why it sounded familiar, it was close to another’s heroes name.

“That’s right, he may be old school but someday I wanna be just like he was. Crimson is my idol” he was a good person to look up too, a good hero who helped many people. I couldn’t blame him for liking the guy. Midnight seemed impressed too with the small smile and nodding as he spoke.

With a hum and another short nod, she leaned to one side “If you are bearing the name of someone you admire. You have that much more to live up too” she wasn’t wrong when people heard the name they would do the same thing I did and recognise the name. Though I was positive Kirishima would be an amazing hero, he was passionate, thoughtful and caring. Everyone would love him when he became a Pro.

With a determined smile and a fist raised in the promise he replied “I accept the challenge”, he was so passionate and I couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to my face. I wish I had that kind of confidence when speaking about myself in later life. I knew I could become a great hero but home life was a major factor for me and it brought my mood down a lot but, once I was out and about I was sure I’d be an amazing hero.

I looked down to my board and saw the blank piece. I could hear a few people talking but I ignored the commotion but my head did rise at the sound of Jirou making her way to the front of the room “I'm Hearing Hero, Earphone Jack” it was simple and fit the need.

“That’s a good one” Midnight nodded and wrote something down on her piece of paper. I didn’t just have to come up with a name but also what kind of Hero I wanted to be.

What kind of hero could I even be? I shook my head again trying to clear my thoughts and licked my lips, they were too dry. My throat was too dry, my heart was racing. The panic attack hero might work best for me. I had to work on my confidence, I was so confident in the sports’ festival but now when I was nobody I had nothing to boast off.

“The tentacle hero: Tentacole” Shoji’s quirk was so cool and so useful. Making duplicates would be a blessing in the field. I tried writing names down but nothing looked good or felt right. I continued to erase and then rewrite, erase then rewrite.

“The taping hero, Cellophane” Sero quirk would be useful in the field too, he could be able to bring civilians to him like in the cavalry battle with Bakugou. He could swing around and get to places much faster than most. His name was good too, it fits the quirk and his elbows did look like the tape holders. Every time someone went up I knew I was one person closer to the end, one person closer to having to present. I could see Midnight look over a few times but I looked away.

“Martial Arts hero Tailman” well it fit his quirk, at least he had something physical to go off. His tail was pure muscle, my eyes running down it and I groaned lightly. Why couldn’t I have something easy to go off of.

“I’m the sweets hero, Sugarman” what was his quirk again, he had spoken about it before. I pondered for a moment and then nodded to myself. His quirk was called sugar rush. If he ate a lot of sugar he then had a lot of energy. Another good quirk for the field and another person down.

“Pinky” Ashido yelled into the classroom her fist raised to the sky. I had to get up soon, I had to present. I had to have something, my mind was blank. How could I not come up with a single thing? Not one name, all I could think about was how many people were left, how many people would be looking at me. I had to be more confident. I knew I could create an illusion to do it for me but Midnight wouldn’t be impressed. Though did she have to know? I could do this, right?

“Stun-Gun hero, I am Chargebolt” my head fell, why did that sound cool. Did my name have to sound cool, I was having a mental breakdown and a half over here while people were just having fun with this. “Electric doncha think” he smiled. Midnight had loved everyone's’ hero names, I didn’t want to be sent back. It had to be a hero and then have a name. My hand shook as I looked back down to my board.

“The stealth hero invisible girl” it was a bit to plain in my opinion but then again her quirk was just that. I wondered how she made it into the course, recommendation most likely, she wouldn’t be able to do much against physical attacks. She was nice to me that one time so I smiled, she may have been looking anywhere else but just in case her eyes did drift to my own. Midnight liked it too.

Midnight called for the next person and Yaoyorozu walked up to the front of the class head high and proud “I hope I can live up to this name” her soft voice flitted through the room loud and clear. “I’m the everything hero, I am Creati,” she said seriously. I felt my heart sink just a little more, that one sounded cool too. Another one Midnight liked.

Next was Todoroki, he could do many different names with his quirks and looks. I had heard girls talking about his looks and demeanour, I had to admit. He was stunning. The calm silent type was one of my types. “Shoto” he whispered out. Was that not his first name?

Midnight walked over hands on her hips as they swayed, leaning over the board she questioned his choices. I’m sure everyone was “Just your name” it was plain but if he felt comfortable who was I to judge. Midnight looked up to his blank face “Is that it” he nodded and she allowed it. Could I do my name, no that would be copying?

“Jet-Black hero, Tsukuyomi” Tokoyami called out, was he smiling or frowning I couldn’t tell. Though his words were said with such passion and vigour I had to smile at the name. Midnight moaned and agreed. One less person.

The little perv walked to the front board has to be held over his head, he wasn’t tall enough to reach the stage. I tilted my head, was he my age. “I’m the freshly picked hero, Grape Juice” when his words were spoken I felt a shiver go down my spine, not in a good way either. Another name Midnight liked.

I read Koda’s sign, a man of few words. “Petting Hero, Anima” even though he looked big and scary I didn’t doubt he was having the same problem I was at this very moment though, he had the guts to get up while my legs shook. It was allowed.

Bakugou stomped his way to the front of the class, face angry and I swear his teeth had sharpened, holding his board I could see his handwriting. It was neat though bold. “King Explosion Murder” I smiled, it fits him so well. Though I don’t think to have the word ‘murder’ in your hero name was going to be allowed.

“I’m going to say that one’s a little too violent” my prediction was correct, my heart had slowed that someone had been rejected. I still had at least one person in front of me. Bakugou yelled in anger, hands coming out to his sides as he did, it was a cool name. A bit too much but cool nonetheless.

“Why don’t you be explosion boy” Kirishima smiled and yelled out, it would fit his quirk but not who he was as a person. As a person? A thought came to my brain and I wrote the hero and name down on the board. That was it, that’s who I was.

“You shut up weird hair” I could hear over my writing, I held the board close to my chest. I had found a name and it fit. She would like it, no doubt about it. Everyone would know my name. I heard a chair being pushed and soon enough Uraraka walked passed my table. Midnight turned back and I looked down to my board and nodded. She smiled.

Uraraka walked up and then placed her board down “This is the name I thought of, Uravity” she sounded as nervous as she looked but just as before with Koda, she was able to get to the front of the class, unlike myself. I would go next, I could do this. Midnight praised her hero name and she made her way back to her seat. A sigh of relief living her lips.

Midnight spoke of the people who still needed to do there’s and I stood up quickly clutching my board as though my life depended on it. I walked up to my head low and heart racing. I was nervous Jirou could hear my heartbeat, it felt like my whole body was moving with the thumps. Once in front of the class I looked down to the board and doubt filled my mind, it wasn’t that good, it wasn’t like Tsu or Kaminari. My hands shook and I noticed a few eyes falling to them.

“I” I began and everyone was silent. How could I be a hero, if I couldn’t even talk to my class? I sighed out and breathed in looking over the class. “I thought of” I stuttered and could see Bakugous’ eyes fall to my hands. I was shaking, barely able to hold the board. Midnight went to walk forward and I swallowed. “The deception hero, Illusionist” I spoke out clearly, not a single stutter.

“I love it” Midnight shouted and came to rub my back in praise. Others joined in saying it fit and they liked the sound and the name. I sighed all the air from my lungs and nodded, smiling. I made my way back to my seat and calm rushed over my form. I was so glad I never had to do that again. Looking back down to the neat writing, printed perfectly I smiled. The deception hero, Illusionist. That’s me. I have a hero name, I will be a hero.

Iida walked up, he had been quiet, since the festival. I watched as he walked up to the front of the room, he had a very good quirk to being a hero. I wonder why he had to leave, I had heard some things but nothing being completely true. He showed the board it was his first name, Midnight questioned but it was passed. If she passed one she had to pass the other, Iida looked sad and I wanted to help but stayed silent, it wasn’t my place.

Midoriya was called up, a bandage on his arm and fingers. He got pretty beat up at the festival no one could lie about that but it was also all in his own doing. When the board turned around my reactions were the same as the class. Mineta, Kaminari and Kirishima voicing my thoughts. I mean it was an insult.

“I used to hate it but then something changed. I guess, someone taught me that it could have a different meaning and that had a huge impact on how I felt so now I like it” he was looking down as if remembering something from a while ago, a memory of why he liked the name perhaps. “Deku, that has to be my codename” he held up his work proudly and I smiled. As long as he liked it. I knew Bakugou wouldn’t be impressed. It was passed.

“Lord explosion murder” was Bakugous’ next try, it wasn’t allowed. As Midnight said it was almost the same thing, she wasn’t wrong though I loved that Bakugou. Still, the problem was not the word ‘King’ and more so ‘Murder’ and with that, the bell rang.

“Now that everyone is done picking their hero names, we can talk about your upcoming internships” Aizawa was back teaching us, sleeping back discarded next to the desk and I noticed his eyes drift to it a few times. He was tired, perhaps a night shift, he was a Pro after all. “It’ll last for one week as for who you’ll be working with. Those of you on the board will choose from among your offers as for everyone else, there is a different list” Aizawa held up a piece of paper though I thought back to all my offers. I had so many to choose from. “You have a lot to think about, there are around forty agencies around the country who agreed to take on interns from your class. Each agency has a different specialty that its heroes focus on. Keep that in mind” I could fit in anywhere. I could make an illusion to fit into anywhere anyone needed me too.

“Imagine that you were thirteen, you’d want to choose a place that focuses on rescuing people not fighting villains, understand” Midnight explained and my thoughts raced. Where could I fit in, I didn’t want to be thrown aside or used for a week. I wanted to get my name out there, someone who didn’t want an intern but a sidekick for a week. Someone who treated me like a person and not a tool.

“Think carefully before you decide” everyone agreed and then pages were handed out. I had numbers and names, agencies and what they focused on. I wish I was someone who could go home and talk to my parents but they’d just tell me to go with the one with the most money. I would ask to speak to Aizawa. “Turn in your choices before the weekend” that wasn’t a lot of time. My eyes ran over the multitude of names, some I already was saying no. The ones were more focused on fame and glory not helping people. I crossed them out, there were ten at a push. Two days was not enough but hopefully, with the help of Aizawa, I would be able to pick. We were then dismissed.

Midoriya was going off into his little world as he went through what to do. I went to look through my names some I recognised, some not so much. I sighed out and turned the page, there was so many to go through. I had no idea what to do. People were leaving as I stayed in place. Once everyone was gone I picked up my things and then packed my bag. I flicked through the pages again, shook my head. This was a lot to take in. I was flattered for the offers of course but I still had no idea what to do.

Walking up to the teachers' lounge I knocked on the door, hearing a reply I walked in head low. At seeing so many Pros. I bowed, hands shaking. “Have you already picked?” Aizawa asked from his chair. I stood and shook my head.

“I was hoping to get some help,” I asked and walked forward. I could see a few people had already turned in theirs and it seemed I had interrupted his talk with a Pro though he didn’t say anything. “I would also like to apologise for my parents” I had seen their tweets and messages. A few teachers stopped to listen. “My parents are very” I paused and rubbed my shoulder “Self-centred. I won’t go to the interviews, I promise they just want to boost themselves” I bowed again.

It was silent “I was going to say asking a parent may help but with the way you were picked up from the festival, I don’t blame you” Aizawa nodded and pointed to the chair next to him. Making my way around I placed the paper down and he began to scan through the Pro over his shoulder.

“Ahhh the winner, with the illusions” I nodded to the hero, what was his name again. He was the one with the guns. I thought for a moment, Snipper, no, snapper, no. Sniper, no, wait. It was Snipe. Yeah, that was his name. “You have a very impressive quirk, I think I made an offer as well” he nodded and I flushed still not believing people wanted me.

“That’s the problem with her quirk” I turned to Aizawa who was still going through the names “You could fit wherever you wished, you would be perfect in any setting. Whoever you choose will be lucky to have you” I could see teachers around us nod.

I had to say what I was looking for “I don’t want to be an intern” it was silent, I sighed out “I can be used in any situation I know that but I want them to treat me like a sidekick, a friend even. I don’t want to be dragged along just to get them coffee or hold their things. I am going to be a hero, I want them to act like it” I spoke my shoulders back and head high. Snipe nodded. I could hear some other teachers agree. “I don’t want to be thrown aside or pulled out for the show, I’m not here for the fame. I want to help people” I gripped my skirt and I could see the light smirk from Aizawa as he grabbed a pen and began to highlight a few names.

“These are all the people who might be willing to do that” he handed me back the pages and I smiled in happiness. There was maybe twenty. His hand came to rest on my shoulder “Call them, state your needs and wants. If worse comes to worst and no one allows it. You can work with me” my chest filled with pride as I quickly stood and bowed as low as I could go.

“Thank you, Aizawa” I called out, smiled wide and mind determined. I picked up my things. “I promise I won’t let you down” with that, I walked from the room with a bounce in my step. I had to make some calls.

“You’re welcome” Aizawa smiled looking to the Pro behind him, even with the mask he could see the raised eyebrow. “I made sure to highlight your name. You should be getting a call” a few groans were heard around the teachers' lounge.

“How about I buy you a drink” Aizawa nodded and walked out Snipe in tow. _______________________________________________________________

Chapter 3

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chaotic-tired-cat · 3 years

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I highly enjoy all of your stories! Can’t wait for an update! You are an amazing writer! <3 <3 <3

Aaaaaa thank you so much!!! This ask made me so happy💙💙💙💙

Not sure when im gonna be able to update, so here’s a deleted snippet from the Grasshopper dorms to help till then:

Ochako clatters her way down the stairwell shortly after four in the mourning with no care or regard for who may hear her. If Hagakure is right and there are ghosts in these buildings, then that's their problem. Any and all spirits are trapped in here with Ochako, not the other way around. Also, she wants to make haunted friends.

So she’s going to make tea.

Every night.

For her ghost friends who she hasn’t met yet but will, just wait and see, Tsu.

The common room is not as empty as she had hoped. It’s disappointing. What kind of self-respecting ghost is going to appear in front of two people and a cat? Theres no drama in that, no intrigue. Cats don't respect anyone regardless of mortal status.

Regardless, Hitoshi is melting into the couch and barely reacts to her arrival. He apparently didn’t sleep at all last night, and solved that by downing a truly obscene amount of caffeine to make it through the day. Ochako had counted the energy drink cans and sorted them into groups of five while Izuku bore witness with the air of someone who has seen and done much, much worse. He probably has.

It’s now Saturday morning, so. Small mercies. Ochako approaches cautiously, and takes the lack of glaring as permission to pet the cat.

Hitoshi acknowledges this with a dull stare.

“Hey, you know that a cat’s cheeks are called the peanut pouch?” Ochako boops Beans on the nose and makes a delighted noise when the cat’s cheeks poof up even more. “It’s the little circles of floof on either side of his nose.”

Hitoshi’s eyes widen to twice their size. “What,” he squeaks with rare emotion that can only be summoned through thirty-six hours of continuous consciousness.

“A peanut pouch.”

“Oh my God,” Hitoshi whispers, barely holding back tears. Beans gets up and resettles down on Hitoshi’s lap. He pets the cat with utmost gentleness. “I know now.”

Ochako sits next to him on the couch to watch this new exciting breakdown with all the delight it deserves. “Are you crying?”

“It’s the serotonin,” Hitoshi croaks through tears and barely-suppressed laughter. “Hey. Hey, Beans, did- did you know? You have peanuts pouches.”

“A peanut pouch.”

“You have a pouch-“ Hitoshi manages before laughter bubbles up and he has to stop and breathe before carrying on. “You have a pouch for peanuts.”

“Just one,” Ochako corrects. She had no idea telling Hitoshi the scientifically inaccurate name for a cat’s cheeks would result in nearly breaking him, but it’s certainly worth it. At least this appears to be a good mental breakdown. Some moments need to be recorded for prosperity, so Ochako dutifully bears the title of archivist. She opens her phone’s camera.

“It’s because his whisker-cheeks look like a peanut,” Ochako says, hoping to prompt a further breakdown. She is not disappointed when Hitoshi wheezes a laugh and hugs Beans shakily. Beans wheezes mid-purr, prompting further hysterics.

“You have a pouch,” Hitoshi garbles to the cat who has already begun to fall asleep again, “for a singular peanut. I’m so proud.”

Ochako, delighted at the sleep-deprived theatrics, scoots closer with her phone. “Peanut pouches.”

“Peanut pouches,” Hitoshi sobs in confirmation, just as the tell-tale click-click of Izuku’s crutches announces their TA’s arrival.

“Peanut pouches?” Izuku asks distantly. He rounds the corner and stops, bewildered at why Ochako is filming Hitoshi crying on the couch at four in the morning. Beans has begun to snore.

“Pouches,” Hitoshi whispers brokenly through the tears like his life depends on it. “For peanuts and whiskers.”

“Pouches,” Izuku repeats slowly, before glancing down at his ace hoodie pocket. “Y’all put peanut shells in your pockets? That’s nasty.”

“It’s for whiskers and wholesome Beans,” Hitoshi tells him. Ochako gleefully zooms in on Izuku’s confused face because she fully intends to treasure her highschool memories. Once they’re all well-rested and she has permission to post it, this is absolutely going in the class group chat.

Izuku squints like he’s trying to be angry but is too confused to pull it off. “Beans has a pouch? Listen, I know my cat weighs more than a brick shithouse, but implying he’s got some sort of kangaroo genetics is fucked up.”

Hitoshi cackles brokenly, which wakes Beans back up. The cat blinks at all the attention Hitoshi immediately bestows upon him, and yawns before tucking his nose into a fold of Hitoshi’s hoodie. This only serves to make his cheeks and whiskers poof up. Hitoshi blinks through his tears with immense effort.

Izuku half-squints, half-glares at Ochako. “I don’t know how you did this, but I know it was you,” he tells her. “Stop antagonizing him.”

“I didn’t do anything. Well, almost anything.”

“...Uh huh.” Izuku carefully steps over to inspect Hitoshi’s breakdown before deciding nah, better let it take its course.

He wanders off to the kitchen and pulls down an entire bag of massive marshmallows instead. Ochako perches on a stool by the counter to watch the proceedings. Hopefully Hitoshi will actually be able to fall asleep while they’re distracted.

Izuku takes out an entire baking pan, greases it with butter, and sets up graham crackers on the inside. He breaks three chocolate bars inside, tops it with the marshmallows, and throws the whole health hazard into the oven.

He then hunkers down in front of the oven and stares at it.

Ochako waits until it’s clear he’s intent on staying there until the smoke alarm goes off again. “What’s that?”

“Science.”

“Isn’t that gonna burn the pan?”

Izuku grins with all his teeth at his soon-to-be-charcoal snack. “Absolutely.”

Wild.

Ochako wants in.

She grabs a pack of oreos, checks the clock - 4:35 am, nice. Aizawa’s going to be so disappointed in all of them - and hunches beside Izuku as a second kitchen gargoyle.

#anon #tired cat asks #grasshopper #fic snippet #here u go anon i hope u like it

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souridealist · 4 years

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....I might advise subscribing to my ao3 if you want fic updates because I am, it appears, quite bad at this. There’ll be a post for the other, non-BNHA fic that I also forgot to crosspost in a little bit. Link goes to all of them, for you to select as you please, and hopefully not get utterly swallowed by the tumblr algorithm.

In order of me forgetting to crosspost them:

answer the question Bakugo/Midoriya/Shinso/Uraraka. 24k, E, consensual underage-by-American-standards sex. Polyamory negotiations (not a perfect square but everyone is happy), consensual mind control, light class 1A shenanigans, no plot.

Not only did some fucking jackass suggest Truth or Dare, but goddamn Kaminari looks over at the newest addition to the class and says, “Oh, shit, Shinso, we could use your quirk too, right?”

“Huh?” say about six people at once in ragged chorus.

“Yeah!” Kaminari says. “Didn’t you say you’d figured out how to make people talk while you Brainwash them? You could totally do that.”

grabbed it by its scrawny neck and made it work for you Gen, 2.5k, T. Midoriya character study ft. Uraraka, Eri, Aizawa, and Bakugo’s impact in absentia. Three canon divergence vignettes where Midoriya does not become the bearer of One for All, and ends up part of the hero world anyway.

“Hey, you’re Eraserhead and Eri, right?” The man who greets them at his office door has a white coat over a T-shirt and jeans, and three pencils and a pen stuck through his curly green ponytail. “It’s great to meet you, come in.”

“Just Mr. Aizawa,” Aizawa says, accepting the offered hand. “I’m not here as a hero.”

“Just a father, right,” the young man says. Aizawa’s expression softens infinitesimally; Eri’s shoulders untense a bit. “Mr. Aizawa, then. Well, um, it’s an honor either way, I really admire your work.” He shakes Eri’s hand too. “And I’m excited to meet you too, Eri. I’m Dr. Midoriya. Do you want to sit?”

“Aren’t you a little young to be a doctor?” Aizawa asks, raising his eyebrows. Eri glances up at him — not far up, she’s tall for a teenage girl — and then away.

“A little, yeah,” Dr. Midoriya admits, sheepish more than anything else. “I got kind of obsessive about my thesis, I guess.”

who gets the best of you? Midoriya & Bakugo, Midoriya & Toga. Gen...ish, 3k, not rated. Kind of an unofficial companion fic to the above; another quirkless Midoriya canon divergence, much closer in time to the canon.

“Stain is a killer and I hope he gets arrested. But he can be a bad person and still make some really good points. Anti-quirkless discrimination is a real problem — I’m quirkless, actually, I’ve been dealing with it my whole life.” The boy on the screen twitches a little when he says it, in the way that people do when they’re trying to pretend that they’re not using all their courage. “It’s also really bad for people with unsettling or hard-to-classify quirks. Especially with quirks where it’s hard to define use, or that have side effects that don’t wear off. But what I’ve been thinking about lately is that, um…” He takes a deep breath. “I don’t think the hero system is always very good for heroes, either.”

A Partial List of Things Class 1-A Thinks Aizawa Doesn’t Know About Gen with minor relationships, 600 word listfic. Thirty things that Aizawa most definitely knows about.

1. Yaoyorozu has figured out how to synthesize moonshine. 2. Ashido snuck Eri a bag of candy almost as big as Eri is, which Eri hid in the back of her closet for a week before eating herself sick. 3. Todoroki ruined a communal frying pan by trying to cook with his quirk while the stove was in use.

in the dark that nourishes Midoriya/Bakugo, 1.2k, G, unabashed fluff with a slight meditation on chronic pain.

Kacchan, a featureless lump on the bed, makes a snuffly inquisitive grumble-noise. “Took you long enough.”

Izuku ducks his head, smiling into the dark. “Were you waiting for me?” he asks. They haven’t really talked about how they keep ending up in each other’s rooms at night, not yet. They’re still learning how to give voice to things. Something else Izuku’s learned how to do by trying it under live fire first.

“Course I was, c’mere.” Kacchan’s grumpiness hasn’t fooled Izuku in months, but when Kacchan’s half-asleep like this the pretense becomes paper-thin. He sticks one hand out of his covers and gestures at Izuku, as if he can grab him and pull him closer. Izuku checks the door again and then heads over, tugging at the blankets until he can burrow underneath. Kacchan growls blearily at him: “Cold.”

expats from last year M, 3.8k, accidental voyeurism, consensual under-18 sex. Midoriya/Bakugo from the perspective of two of Bakugo’s middle school friends, who run into them during their second year at UA and have kind of a weird afternoon.

Sugimoto tracks down Bakugo sitting on the edge of Midoriya’s table, so, yeah, Midoriya’s still the same weird little pest. While Sugimoto and Maeda are shouldering their way through the crowd, Bakugo grabs Midoriya’s smoothie and takes a long, blatant pull. Sugimoto muffles a snort; Midoriya didn’t even try to stop him.

“Hey, Bakugo!” Sugimoto calls, waving. Bakugo’s head jerks up.

“What?” he snaps. Yeah, same as ever.

“Hey, man,” Maeda echoes. “Hey, Midoriya.”

“Hi, guys!” Midoriya says, smiling dopily up at them. “Sugimoto and Maeda, right? It’s been a while.”

“Sure has,” Sugimoto says, and looks back to Bakugo. “What’re you up to lately, man? Got UA terrorized?”

naked in your body and your thought E, 13k, dubcon by way of mutual involuntary sex pollen, under-18 sex, manga spoilers. It’s as much truth serum fic as sex pollen fic, with a side order of trapped-in-a-shipping-crate-together. As one does.

“This,” she says, still with her fingers down Kacchan’s throat, “is my quirk. Unleash.” Her smile, already cruel, grows sharper. “I can secrete a powerful disinhibitor. This should be a pretty effective dose.”

“What do you think is going to happen?” Izuku asks. His voice is steady and not quite his.

“If I leave you in here with a hopped-up crazy?” she asks, and pulls something out of her pocket. Izuku squints. It’s a cheap stick-to-the-wall camera, everything disposable except the digital chip. A toy, pretty much. People use them for selfies, or give them to little kids to play with. She slams it onto the steel wall, high up by the ceiling. “I think I’ll get some nice footage of one UA student killing another, is what I think.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bkdk #dkbk #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #shinso hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi #aizawa shouta #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #feel like there's not a ship tag for the ot4 that anyone is checking #fanfic #bnha fanfic #I don't know what the tag system is I have never been in a loop in my life #long post

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acedesigns · 4 years

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Kitten [Death Note: Matsuda X Reader]

“Umm…[Y/N]?” You glanced up from the inside of your hoodie towards Matsuda. He was staring at you with a confused expression. “What’s moving inside your--?”

Before he could continue on, you raised a finger to your lips and shushed him. Looking at the rest of the oblivious task force, you stood up and quickly sat down right next to Matsuda. Your legs brushed up against each other.

“What are you doing?” Matsuda’s face lit up a bright red and he inwardly fought on whether he should move away or if he should relish in your close proximity.

“This might sound weird, but look in my jacket,” you whispered and leaned closer to him.

Matsuda looked at your face in shock, wondering if this was a trap. Carefully, he leaned over and glanced down your hoodie – almost expecting you to sucker punch him the next moment for being so close. Instead, he almost squealed at the creature inside.

“I found him a few nights ago,” you whispered. Inside, was a sleeping kitten. It was no older than four weeks. And while it was adorable in that it was a baby animal; it was skin and bones. “I don’t know if he’s going to make it. But I have to try.”

“I don’t blame you,” Matsuda agreed and leaned away. “Have you taken him to the vet?”

“Yeah, he has an upper respiratory virus. He had so much discharge coming from his eyes that they were nearly forced shut.” You took a deep breath and started to nod off. “But I’ve cleaned them multiple times a day and they’re looking better.” You yawned. “And I’m feeding him every two hours, then making him go potty.” Your eyes drifted shut and you leaned some of your weight on your fellow detective.

Matsuda looked down at you. “And with the Kira case that sounds like a lot.”

You hummed in agreement. “But he has to live. All of you do.”

Matusda’s eyes widened ever so slightly, just now realizing what the kitten was representing to you. If you couldn’t save the kitten, then how would the Kira task force pan out?

“How about I help you take care of him? That way it’s not all on you?” he questioned, but it wasn’t just the kitten he was talking about.

“You don’t have to.”

Matsuda shook his head and smiled softly. “I want to.”

“Thank you,” you sighed as darkness enveloped you in a warm embrace.

---Extended ending---

He shifted ever so slightly to better support your weight. He kept on peaking in your hoodie to double check on the kitten. He didn’t want it falling out or you squishing it in your sleep.

“Matsuda, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Matsuda jolted and looked over at Aizawa glaring at him. “Why are you peaking down their jacket?!”

Matsuda stammered. “It’s uh—It’s not what you think! Honest!”

“The hell it isn’t!”

“Don’t try to deny it, Matsuda. I have it all on camera. I didn’t peg you out to be such a pervert,,” L muttered while looking up at the monitors.

“P-pervert?!”

#Matsuda #touta matsuda #Death Note #One Shot #Oneshot #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Kitten #Cat

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I saw the prompt list and i was thinking maybe 8 with aizawa! Like he comes home to his gf being silly and cute. You decide the rest uwu

[I'm flattered you sent in a request! ✨ I love writing for Aizawa, and there needs to be more for him in the world! I had fun with this one!]

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x Reader

Word Count: 1451

Prompt: 8 - “You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them.”

You were so glad that it was Friday. You’d taken the day off, that meant you had a long weekend. And goodness knows you needed it. You ran a large hero supply store. It was quite a demanding job. Being the big boss, you didn’t get days off a lot. But the department of health and labor had cracked down, forcing you to take weekends and vacation days. It didn’t matter if you ran the company, you needed to take care of yourself too.

You paced around your apartment. Your husband, Shouta Aizawa, was at his teaching job. So you were alone. Honestly, it was nice having you time.You loved your husband dearly, and wished you two were able to spend more time together. But you needed your own time, too. Or else you’d go nuts!

You spent the morning cleaning, it was surprisingly nice. After taking care of a large store, doing housework was a cinch. And being able to take your time brought you much needed peace. You put on a CD, humming along to the lyrics. Your bobbed your head to the beat. Slowly you began to dance along as you cleaned the bathroom. It started with shoulder swaying, then moving your cleaning brush in time with the music.

You used the broom as a dance partner as you swept the kitchen. Dramatically posing as you hit intense points in the song. Your mind imagining a whole audience sprawled in front of you. You spun around and shook your hips, sweeping the dirt into a pile. Calming down just long enough to get the grime into the dust pan and toss it in the trash.

You used the mop as a microphone. Trying not to slosh water around too much. The last thing you wanted was for Shouta to come home to a bigger mess. With both of you being so busy, it could be hard to clean as thoroughly as you wanted. But since you were being forced to take days off, you finally had the opportunity to do some proper housekeeping. As well as surprise your husband. It wasn't an opportunity you got often, so you wanted to take advantage of it.

You decided to use your quirk to help with dusting. It was sort of like telekinesis. But not as flashy. You gave things wings, and could control where they went. It wasn't extremely helpful for much. But you found it useful for getting stuff off and onto shelves. You just glad you could control multiple items at once.

You gave a few spray cans of furniture polish wings. Along with rags to follow behind them. You took a can and a rag yourself. You had the objects moving around you to the beat. Like the dishes in the Sword in the Stone movie. You decided to push it, and get the vacuum going too. The more you had control over, the harder it was to concentrate. But you really wanted to get the house clean and tidy before Shouta got home.

Once that all was done, you went around and touched all the objects that weren't where they were supposed to be. A few dozen objects flew into the air. Again, you danced as they swirled around you. Singing loudly and badly to the music. You picked up a few more objects as you spun. Trying to place everything where it was supposed to go.

Your heart leapt as you spun straight into a pair of arms. Shrieking, everything lost its wings and fell out of the air. You stared straight up into the beautiful, amused eyes of your husband. He was giving you a mischievous smile. Your face filled with heat. You just knew he'd caught you goofing off.

"Looks like I have one more criminal to catch today. - You’re under arrest for being too cute," he teased, taking your hands in his. "Put your hands where I can hold them.”

You laughed nervously. "Welcome home, Shouta, I didn't hear you come in."

He kissed you chastely, then went to the stereo. "I would suppose not. You got this so loud. The neighbors are going to hate us."

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. You started to go back around and touching the things that slipped your quirk. "Now you're just being dramatic. How was your day?"

"Nothing special. Had to separate Bakugo and Midoriya, again," he groaned, sitting on the couch. He watched your every move, you could feel his eyes on your back. "We caught a petty thief when I was on patrol. So it was rather uneventful. You look like you've been busy. - I thought you were told to take it easy."

You shrugged, not looking at him. "I'm fine. Just tired. With All Might's retirement, I've had to take extra security measures. It's just going to take getting used to. I promise, I didn't over do it."

"You're pushing the limits of your quirk. Hire a security team. You don't have to take it upon yourself to control all fifty security cameras." Shouta's eyes bore into your back.

You knew he was upset with you. You'd had to personally give wings to all the store security cameras, and check every single nook and cranny yourself. Crime was getting worse. It got taxing. Along with never having taken any day but holidays (when you shut the store completely) off, you were forced to for your health.

When you looked over your shoulder, Shouta's mouth fell into a flat, disapproving line. "How much have you used your quirk today? Your nose is bleeding."

You put a hand to your nose, pulling away to find blood. You gasped, you hadn't even noticed. "I didn't even -"

Shouta took your other hand gently. "Let's go clean you up."

You sat on the lid of the toilet while Shouta hunted through the medicine cabinet. You felt like a child who'd been caught drawing on the walls. Finally, he turned to you. He had a cotton ball in one hand. In the other was a rag.

Silently, your husband wet the cloth. He crouched to your level, but avoided your eyes as he wiped away the blood. Then he shoved the cotton up the side of your nose that was bleeding. Shouta stared at you, still crouching.

"I yell at you because I love you, you know," he said finally. "I can't have you go and do stupid things."

You sighed, eyes dropping to your lap. "I know. I'm sorry. I just really wanted to surprise you."

"The dancing was enough." You caught the smile, and teasing in his tone. "I just want to know you're still going to be in one piece when I get home."

Shouta kissed your forehead, then stood and offered you his hand. You took it, and followed him back to the living room. He sat on the couch, pulling your against him tightly.

"So what did you have in mind for movie night?" His voice rumbled under your ear. "We're both finally home early on a Friday after all."

You smiled to yourself. Butterflies paraded through your stomach. You were so glad that he'd remembered. This was a tradition you'd had while dating. You couldn't remember the last time you two were able to have movie night while you were married. Even your honeymoon was cut short on account of a villain attack.

But you had something a little different in mind. You trapped his face in your hands and kissed him, roughly. Deeply. Slowly. You smirked, "I was thinking, if I was under arrest - Why don't you do something abo -"

He smacked the back of your head. You groaned, to which Shouta grunted in response. "Behave. You strained too much for that today. Now pick a movie."

"Alright," you groaned, curling back into his side.

"Maybe tomorrow," Shouta said quickly, you almost didn't catch it. Your face grew hot. But you could help as you smiled to yourself, and began throwing out suggestions. Most of which were immediately shot down. Finally, you ended up with the movie you'd seen on your first date.

This lead to you and your beloved reminiscing about old memories. The beginning of your relationship. The beginning of your marriage. He remembered things you didn't think he had. This flooded you with more warmth and happiness than you felt you could contain. You couldn't wipe the dopey grin off your face.

You both fell asleep on the couch. Contentedly. Happily. Lovingly. You woke up briefly, and gave Shouta a kiss on the cheek. Immediately settling back into the warmth with one thought on your mind; it was going to be nice having days off.

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