#eighthilles

[herosname]

“You’re my dad!”

     “Boogie woogie woogie!”

[truexman]

@eighthilles​ replied to your post: “Sundays are my ‘do everything in my pajama’s...

Walks by in full hero regalia

“Are those your comfy clothes?”

[piiqucd-a]

“  huh. can’t believe all might is cancelled. oh well.  “

[freklcss-a]

@eighthilles replied to your post “i wish to draw, give me things to draw”

Muses as animal crossing villagers

local lion villager is concerned for local wolverine villager who somehow got a hold of a knife from the nooks

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@eighthilles

this gave me big All Might and Izuku vibes so I thought i’d share

[seventhwondr]

" Gran Torino && I still miss you often. I look forward to one day finally being together again. "

he’d grown old. that was such an accomplishment, as a user of one for all.

he was still tall. yes, tall like the pillar he still is, no matter what he may think; he’s simply supporting the new generation of heroes instead of collapsing, twenty story buildings, & the ideals he set forth will never crumble. he’s tall enough that nana would have to reach up to ruffle his hair, if she wanted  —  if she could. a thin, almost-skeleton form hidden by baggy clothes. a narrow, pointed face  —  gaunt, sharp cheekbones pressing against skin  —  framed by soft, golden hair that was longer now. & a… tiredness to him. she sees it in sorahiko, too, when he visits. & isn’t that just something incredible: despite it all, despite her inadvertently being the cause of their immense suffering, they still visit.

she sits cross legged in front of him. reaches up & ruffles his hair; a stray breeze flows between the strands, instead. it’s the best she can do,  ‘ me too, ’  a hug. she just wanted to hug him, to tell him how proud she was of him; that she never, ever blamed him for anything, that he had accomplished so much. that she loved him so much. it would have to wait, though.

‘ but don’t look forward to it too soon, sunshine !  i know you’re tired, you’ve done so well, but you still have a little more work to do. our time will come. until then, keep on smiling. ’ 

&&. @eighthilles !!

[keshimasu]

@eighthilles said: ❝ that’s just your IV. don’t pull it out.❞

“Oh fuck jesus-shit.”  Did Toshi tell them how he would react and that’s why there’s restraints on him?  He doesn’t know which would be a more terrifying answer, yes or no.  The heart monitor is racing and incredibly annoying.  He’s so sick of IVs at this rate.  “Fuck.”  He can’t even remember what happened.  If he’s sick or if a mission went badly.  The past twenty four hours are little more than a blur, but he’s nauseous and ready to bolt if given the chance.  “What the fuck?”

[manifestedsun]

@eighthilles​ 

“ Then… Don’t ?? ”

“Really...?” He’s waiting for the catch. For the speech. All Might was okay with him not doing anything?

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@eighthilles​ // cont

“It’s a metaphor,”

“If I was talking about your body it’d be more accurate to describe you as a cheap Halloween store skeleton,”

[apriciti]

❅ — “he...he really gave me an eight and...and a n-nine out of ten?”

[tenacityblitz]

You like my crocs?

        “Goddamn it Kirishima infected you with those shoes too–”

[shinvcho]

Unprompted || accepting @eighthilles​ said; " It seems you're getting a hang of using that capture weapon, "

That was...unexpected praise. Especially from a former hero the likes of All Might. The weapon was anything but easy, it took Eraserhead close to 6 years mastering it. And while Shinsou had a benefit of being taught by Aizawa and a supposedly fast learner.

"..Did you forget who trains me?" Honestly, Shinsou wasn't entirely sure were All Might and Aizawa stand with one another. He knows Aizawa once didn't seem to like him much but at the same time, they seemed to get along just fine. In the end, it's not exactly of his concern now, is it.

He clenches the scarf around his neck.

" I still have a long way to go before reaching his level."

[truexman]

@eighthilles​ sent: 💋 // to straight up kiss Nao

He was cut off mid sentence when Toshinori kissed him. It was a little awkward. Only because his eyes were still open and he had been in the middle of talking when the older man cut him off so abruptly so it wasn’t the greatest of kisses but it still made his heart pound. 

When Yagi pulled away, Nao was quick to forget what it was he talking about it. Instead he let out a little huff because that certainly wouldn’t do and tossed his papers aside so he could curl his fingers into the fabric of Yagi’s shirt and pull him back down, pressing their lips together for another kiss. 

[musecrisisa]

        @eighthilles​ said : 💖 Aizawa                                                 meme  /  accepting !

       aizawa was lost in himself again , buried in the lives he’s watched disappear from this earth . it wasn’t until he felt a hand slide into his does dark gaze rise to meet bright irises . a near desperation , lost in the past surged in his posture , weighing him down until shoulders rolled forward in a slump . ❝ toshinori ... i didn’t see you arrive . ❞ he was usually so keen on those who came and went through his presence . small smile barely touches the corners of his lips before hand squeezes the one in his own . ❝ thank you ... for being here . ❞

[freklcss-a]

@eighthilles​ from 🖤

he didn’t want to be sad or scared for him---by god, all might was the last person he wanted to feel any sort of connection to, but mikumo was an all might fanboy too once upon a time. then to spend so much time with him, whether forced to by circumstance or not, it was only natural this would happen. 

but when he caught his scent, caught the smell of death sickness beneath his skin, the fear that gripped mikumo like an iron-claw around his neck was enough to knock him down to his knees.

 “& what if i n-nneed you but y-you’re gone an-nnyway?”

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@eighthilles​

So much can change in ten years, and so little at the same time. Standing awkwardly in front of All Might’s door, clutching a plastic convenience store bag filled with meat buns, Izuku simultaneously felt alien and a sense of deja-vu. 

Different now in appearance and demeanor, long hair pinned back and casual clothes suited for the bitter cold weather, but the same in that nervous air that once plagued his every move. Simply staying still, breathing out puffs warm air contrasting with the chilled wind and evaporating on contact, contemplating his next move. Muttering to himself.

But, in reality, even that was different. Because while he had been nervous meeting his idol the first time, there was time that he wouldn’t hesitate to walk through this door. A time when he knew he was welcome.

Come on, you were invited right? That means he at least wants to talk.

Or he was simply being All Might, utterly unwilling to break his old student’s heart. Even if in reality he hates the younger hero’s guts. And the prospect of that, more than anger or wrath, sends a shiver through Izuku that has nothing to do with the cold. 

He could leave right now. Make some sort of excuse about an emergency. It wouldn’t even be a lie, really, he’s sure there’s something right now that could use his attention.

But he’s come entirely too far for that. He hasn’t made it this far since they’d grown distant. There was just one more step. One more leap into the unknown and the familiar. 

Finally looking from ground to eye level, Izuku took a deep breath and knocked on the hard wood of the door. He waited for just a moment before calling out:

“Hello? It’s Midoriya,”

Maybe he wasn’t home. Maybe he’d changed his mind. Maybe he was hoping he’d get the hint and just leave him alone. Maybe something had happened to him--