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What is Izuku Midoriya like....?

Nobody asked me for this shit, but yeah.

Content: Midoriya x Chubby reader.

Warnings: uhm fluff, villain deku at the end, insecurity, (I think nothing else ��)

First meeting:

The corridors of the U.A. High were always full of bustling students, a tide of uniforms and chirks on display. You, with your generous curves that made you highlight among most of your thin companions, you tried to navigate the constant flow of students on the way to your class. Sometimes, you felt the fleeting looks, the subtle difference in how some treated you, but you had learned to take it with a kind smile and a confidence worked.

Today, however, awkwardness seemed to reach you at an inopportune. You were absorbed in your thoughts, mentally reviewing the task of Aizawa-Sensei, when you crashed head-on with someone who came in the opposite direction. The impact was not strong, but enough to unbalance both.

You closed his eyes for a moment, waiting for the blow against the ground, but instead, you felt something soft and warm stop your fall. You opened your eyes to meet a young woman with curly hair and emerald green eyes, whose face was ... unexpectedly close to your chest.

The impact of the crash, combined with your most stuffed complexion, had caused the boy's face to be literally trapped between your breasts. His cheeks were pressed against the fabric of your uniform, and his eyes, now very open and full of surprise (and perhaps a little panic), they looked at you from that unusual perspective.

An uncomfortable silence seized the moment, broken only by the bustle distant from the hall and the accelerated beat of your own heart. You could feel the heat of his face against your skin and a crimson blush began to spread through your cheeks.

The boy seemed to realize his embarrassing position almost at the same time as you. His eyes opened even more, and a nervous stuttering escaped from his lips.

"L-I'm very sorry! I don't ... I didn't see her well!" He babbled, desperately trying to go back.

The situation, although uncomfortable, had a touch of the absurdity that made a small nervous laugh out of your lips. "Don't worry," you said, trying to keep calm despite heat on your face. "The halls are full."

The boy finally managed to free himself, his face now as red as a tomato. He staggered back, making repeated reverences and muttering incoherent apologies.

"I'm really sorry! I'm very clumsy!" He exclaimed, without daring to look up.

You recognized the fish face and curly hair. It was Midoriya Izuku, the boy who had obtained the Quirk of All Might. It always seemed a bit nervous and insecure.

"Okay, Midoriya-Kun," you said with a soft smile to try to relieve his shame. "Accidents pass."

Midoriya finally looked up, her green eyes meeting yours. It seemed genuinely mortified by what happened. "P-but ... I ... his ... his chest ..." he babbled, unable to form a coherent phrase.

Your blush intensified at his awkward mention of your anatomy, but you tried to maintain a quiet attitude. "Yes, well," you said with a little smile. "I am a little more ... padded than some of the girls."

To your surprise, Midoriya stopped stuttering and looked at you with an expression of genuine confusion. "Padded? Why do you say that? There is nothing wrong with that."

His answer, so direct and unexpected, took you off guard. In the midst of your own discomfort for the clash and the peculiar position in which he had found himself, his honest comment and without prejudice made you stop for a moment.

"Well ... it's not the body you see in all hero's magazines, you know?" You answered, feeling a stab of your usual insecurity.

Midoriya frowned slightly, as if he were trying to understand a complex concept. "But ... All Might is very muscular and big. Ryukyu is huge. Each hero has a different shape. Why would your body be something bad?"

His simple and direct logic devoid of any trial or mockery, hit you with unexpected force. You had never thought that way. You had focused so much on how your body was differentiated from the perceived ideal that you had not considered the diversity inherent in the world of the heroes.

A genuine smile flourished on your lips, relieving the tension you had been feeling. "Thank you, Midoriya-Kun," you said sincerely. "I think I needed to hear that."

Midoriya seemed relieved that you were not angry. He blushed a little again, but this time it seemedmore shame for the initial clash than for your appearance. "There is no what. Only ... Be careful where you walk."

You nodded, laughing gently. "You too, Midoriya-Kun."

Izuku in love:

Since he met you in the U.A., Midoriya Izuku had felt an admiration that gradually, almost without him noticing, had become more deep. It was not just the way you faced the challenges with a silent determination, or your strategic ingenuity in training. It was your genuine kindness, your smile that seemed to illuminate even the most gray days, and the way you worried about your classmates. Everything in you resonated with the hero that he aspired to be, and also, with the shy and love boy who struggled to find his own words.

His eyes towards you were frequent, although almost always furtive. I watched you during training, analyzing your movements with the same intensity with which I studied All Might's videos. But in his green eyes there was more than tactical admiration; There was a soft, almost reverent shine, which was lit when your eyes crossed briefly with his own, forcing him to look away with a blushing that raised him to his ears.

His murmurs, already a constant, became even more unintelligible when you were close. I tried to analyze your quirk, your strategies, your reactions, but often ended up wandering about how brave you were, what was considered, the ... beautiful. Words that were trapped in their throat, unable to be pronounced out loud.

He offered to help you with any task, from loading heavy equipment to study for exams, always with adorable clumsiness and nervous smile that tried to hide his growing affection. His hands trembled slightly when he gave you a book or reached you a tool, and the simple touch of your fingers left him stuttering for the next five minutes.

In group events, such as class outings or activities in the bedrooms, he always looked for a way to be close to you, although he often ended up surrounded by his other friends, watching you from distance. If by chance it ended by your side, his face illuminated with a contained happiness, and struggled to maintain a coherent conversation, alternating between enthusiastic comments about heroes and uncomfortable silences full of shy looks.

His notebooks, already full of hero's analysis, began to have some pages dedicated to you. They were not analysis of your quirk, but quick sketches of your profile, annotations about your expressions when you were concentrated or reasons, and wanders about how much your determination admired. They were jealously saved secrets, a sanctuary of their unconfceding feelings.

In combat simulations, he struggled especially when you were in his team, feeling a wave of adrenaline and the need to impress you. He celebrated your victories with a genuine joy, his eyes shining with pride, and worried deeply if you were injured, offering help with a soft but persistent insistence.

Once, during a rescue exercise, you stumbled and you were about to fall. Midoriya reacted in an instant, using his newly controlled One for All to drive towards you and hold yourself before you touch the ground. His arms surrounded you with unexpected force, and for a brief moment, you were close to his face, feeling his agitated breathing and the intensity of his worried gaze.

"Are you okay, (your name) -San?" He asked with a voice full of genuine restlessness.

Your heart beat faster about its closeness and concern. "Yes, Midoriya-Kun. Thank you."

He quickly released you, his face dyed of a light blush, but the warmth of his grip remained in your arms long after he separated.

You knew that Midoriya was a sweet boy and considered with everyone, but there was something different in the way he looked at you, in his palpable nervousness when you were close, in the silent intensity of his admiration. It was as if your presence inspired him in a special way, as if you were a kind of hero in his own eyes.

Although I had never pronounced the words "I like you", their actions, their looks and their nervous murmurs told a clear story. A young heart beating strongly, encoding each interaction with you in the secret language of falling in love, a hero in formation whose greatest challenge was not a villain, but the brave confession of his feelings towards you. And while you kept interacting with him, noticing his gesturesShy and its emerald looks, a warmth began to bloom in your own chest, a soft response to the silent melody of its affection.

Of boyfriends:

Since they became boyfriends, Midoriya's nervous shyness had become a sweet warmth and palpable worship. I loved each part of you, from your contagious laugh to the way your eyes shone when you talked about something that passionate you. And yes, he loved the softness of your curves, the comfort of hugging you, the way his hand fit perfectly into the roundness of your hip.

For Midoriya, your body was never something to analyze or question. It was simply you, the person who made his heart beat faster, the one who inspired him to be a better hero, the one who made him feel complete. His hands sought yours frequently, his fingers intertwining with yours with a tenderness that melted your heart. He loved to gently stroke your arm while they talked, or surround your waist when they walked together through the corridors of the U.A., their always respectful touch and full of affection.

Midoriya's hugs were comforting and sincere. He snuggled against you, his face resting on your shoulder, enjoying the feeling of having you close. Sometimes, I hugged you with a little more force, as if you were afraid to disappear, and you clung to him with the same intensity, feeling safe and loved in his arms. He never commented on your weight, but sometimes, when hugging you, he sighed softly, as if he found a deep peace in the softness of your body.

He loved to curl up with you on the couch while watching movies or studied together. He leaned on you, his head resting in your lap, enjoying the feeling of your hand stroking his curly hair. You played with their curls, feeling happy and peaceful in your company. For him, there was nothing more perfect than that moment, with you close, feeling the heat of your body next to his.

Midoriya always encouraged you to take care of you and feel comfortable with yourself. I praised your intelligence, your kindness and your courage, constantly reminding you how incredible you were inside and out. I never let the opportunity to make you feel special, whether it was with a affectionate note hidden in your backpack, a sincere compliment on your smile or simply a look full of worship.

In public, sometimes you noticed the fleeting looks of other students, silent comparisons. But the way Midoriya looked at you, with her green eyes full of love and acceptance, always dissipated any insecurity that could arise. His pride being with you was evident in each gesture, in every smile he dedicated to you.

Once, while walking through the school festival, a companion made an insensitive comment about your figure. Before you could answer, Midoriya brought himself gently between you and the girl, taking your hand firmly.

"She is incredibly strong, intelligent and the friendliest person I know," he said with a surprising calm, his firm and protective look. "And its beauty is much deeper than only appearance."

The companion was speechless, and Midoriya guided you away, clenching your hand and dedicating a sweet smile that made your heart melt. At that time, you knew that his love was a shield against any insecurity, an unconditional acceptance that allowed you to love yourself as you were.

For Midoriya, your body was simply a part of the wonderful person you were. I loved the way you moved, the warmth of your skin, the softness of your hugs. He loved each curve, every centimeter of you, because each part of you was part of the person who loved with all his heart. His love did not know sizes or forms; I only knew the deep connection they shared, a bond that hugged every aspect of who they were, together.

jealousy:

Seeing you smile to another person was like a small splinter sticking in the heart of Midoriya. It was not an explosive fury like Bakugo's, but a cold stab of insecurity that extended slowly by his chest. Each shared laugh, each prolonged look, each gesture of closeness between you and any other boy from the U.A. (and even some professional heroes) was analyzed in his mind with the same intensity with which he studied the movements of a villain.

It was not that he did not trust you, at least not consciously. In the depths of his heart, he knew about your love and loyalty. But insecurity, that old silent enemy, sometimes sneaked into his thoughts, fed by his own doubts and the admiration he saw in the eyes of others when they looked at you.

During the breaks between classes, if I saw you chatting animatedly with Iida on some academic issue, its heart rate accelerated slightly. He observed seriousness in your faces, the way you nodded his explanations, and a stab of "Do you find it more interesting?" He ran through him. He tried to approach, but he often stopped halfway, feeling clumsy and unnecessary.

If you laugh with Kirishima for some joke or history, a shadow clouded her green eyes. He admired Kirishima's energy and kindness, but seeing you smiling so openly to another boy aroused a sense of loss, as if a part of your joy was not addressed to him.

Even the most innocent interactions with Todoroki, such as discussing combat strategies or simply sharing a comment on the weather, put it on a maximum alert. His mind began to build imaginary scenarios, wondering if they shared a connection that he could not understand.

In group events, such as parties in the bedrooms or class outings, Midoriya became a silent shadow, watching you from distance. If he saw you dance or talk animatedly with someone else, his smile faded slightly, replaced by a tense expression and a melancholic look. He tried to approach, a comment prepared on his lips, but he often retracted, feeling as an intruder in your happiness.

His jealousy were not explosives or confrontational. They manifested in a painful silence, in a hidden look full of a sadness that tried to hide. He became more reserved, his shortest responses, his attention sometimes wandered while his mind reviewed every interaction he had seen you with others.

Sometimes, you were not distant or worried and asked what was happening. He always responded with a "I'm fine, just a little tired" or "I was thinking about the next test", unable to articulate the tangle of insecurities that tormented him. He was afraid to seem possessive or irrational, he feared that his jealousy could get away.

The irony was that his love for you was so deep that he did not want to get in your happiness, even if that happiness seemed to be, at that time, far from him. His heart was beating with the hope that you would look for him again, that his place in your life would remain unique and irreplaceable.

In those moments of silent jealousy, Midoriya clung to the memories of your moments together, to your words of affection, the warmth of your hugs. Those were their anchors, the reminders that their love was real and significant. But the stab of insecurity persisted, a small silent villain struggling to undermine the confidence that it cost him to build so much.

And so, Midoriya Izuku, the hero in formation capable of facing any threat, fought an internal battle against a much more insidious enemy: his own silent jealousy, born of deep love and the fear of losing the most valuable of his life.

Extra: (Villano deku)

The air in the den was dense, loaded with the static electricity of dark chirks and the palpable tension of sinister plans. You were there, not by choice, but as a valuable pawn in the twisted game of the Villains League. And Midoriya Izuku, the boy who once aspired to be the symbol of peace, was now a central figure in that darkness, his emerald gaze brilliant now dyed of a cold and calculator intensity.

Since his fall, his transformation had been chilling. Shyness had become a gloomy trust, kindness in a manipulative cunning, and their admiration for the heroes in a bitter contempt. But when his eyes perched on you, a different spark shone in his gaze, a complex mixture of possession and a shadow of the old affection that froze your blood.

I had kept you close, not in a cold cell, but in a room away inside the den, a golden cage where your basic needs were covered, but your freedom was non -existent. I frequently watched you, appearing on your threshold without prior notice, its presence filling the room with an oppressive atmosphere.

Today, there was something different in his gaze. There was no usual mockery or the distant coldness. There was a concentrated intensity, as if a final decision had been taken in his mind. He approached slowly, his silent steps on the worn ground, until he was just a few centimeters from you.

"Are you afraid, (your name)?" He asked, his voice now more serious, devoid of the nerve hesitation you remembered.

You tried to keep your composure, although your heart was beating hard on your chest. "I should have it," you replied with a voice.

A dark smile curved his lips. "Intelligent as always. But I don't fear. I'm not going to hurt you ... unnecessarily."

His fingers rose, gently brushing your cheek. His touch, although light, sent you a chill. It was the same hand that once extended to help you, now marked by scars and hardened by a dark path.

"I remember when you looked at me with admiration," he murmured, his thumb stroking your skin. "When you thought in the hero that I ... pretended to be."

His eyes stuck in yours, the intensity of his gaze making you feel vulnerable and exposed. "Now, look at me. What do you see?"

You tried to read the darkness that wrapped it, looking for some trace of the kind boy you knew, but you only found a cold determination and a latent obsession.

"I see someone who chose a different path," you replied cautiously.

His smile widened, revealing a hint of old joy, but twisted, corrupted. "A more honest path, I would say. The world of heroes is a farce, (your name). Here, in the dark, we find true freedom."

He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your lips. You could feel the tension in his body, the internal fight that still fought under his villain facade.

"And you," he whispered, his voice now loaded with a possessive intensity, "You are my anchor in this darkness. My reminder of what I once was ... and the reason why I must be stronger."

Before you could react, his lips posed on yours. It was not a sweet or affection kiss like the ones you had imagined in another time. It was a demanding, possessive contact, a silent statement of property. His lips moved against yours with a contained urgency, as if trying to claim something that belonged to him.

You felt a chill travel your body. There was a disturbing familiarity on his lips, an echo of the past that mixed with the darkness of the present. You closed your eyes involuntarily, allowing the strange sensation to invade you.

The kiss did not last long, but left a bitter and confusing aftertaste in your mouth. When he separated, his obsidian eyes watched you with voracious intensity.

"Now you understand, right?" He said, his voice just a whisper. "There is no escape. You are part of this world now. You are mine."

You did not respond, feeling the weight of his words and the cold of his kiss Heliling you to the bones. At that time, under the shadow of the villain lair, the old hero and the person who once appreciated were united by a dark and forbidden bond, a kiss that sealed an uncertain destiny under the reign of darkness.

#mha fanart #mha x reader #mha #bnha x reader #bnha #izuku midoriya #mha deku #deku x reader #mha midoriya

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quirkwizard · 7 months ago

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Man, I was REALLY hoping every member of 1-A would get a little moment of focus in the final war Arc. Koda, Shoji, Yuga, Toru, Mina, even Mineta did! But Ojiro, Sero, Sato, Momo, Denki, Tsu, and Tenya, they didn't. If you had these 7 get focus moments, how would you write them?

I know when you were asking for this, you'd probably want me to cover characters like Denki, Momo, Tsuyu and Iida. I do have ideas for them, but at least they got some semblance of a moment. Sero, Sato, Ojiro got nothing. And I don't count them attacking One For All. Literally everyone else got to do it, so it isn't special. So I feel compelled to do them for this ask.

Out of all the characters, these three have the least going on with them. They have no real arcs to finish, little in the way of development, and their powers are some of the least interesting of the whole class. I can understand why Hori put them on a bus for this arc if he had nothing to do with them. So what do you do? You lean into that. Make these three the underdogs of Class 1-A. They know they are outclassed by the other students. That even after all that training, there are still others that do their job, but better. Yet they keep going. Why bother to throw yourself into an outmatched fight when better heroes throw in the towel? Because that's what heroes do. No matter how weak and scared they are, as long as they have the will and means, they are going to fight.

You could tie this in with the villain, Gashly Eijiju. And since we know nothing about him, it means I get to do whatever I want. Gashly is actually based on an infamous children's book. One that taught ABCs via child death. The author wrote this as a satire of the usual friendly and safe stories kids want. So why not work that in? Gashy is a villain with an agenda. Gashy wants the whole world to know that they are safe through his heinous crimes. That the world is dark, terrible, and nothing will protect you, not even your heroes. He wants this war to go on to break the spirit of the people. He could even say how disappointed he is in his opponents because he wanted a worthwhile kill to his mission, or you could tie him to Ryukyu with him being responsible for that kid she failed to save. The point is that he's an overwhelmingly evil figure that these three nobodies have to take on.

As for how it'd play out, it would simply be the three fighting against Gashy and repeatedly getting knocked back, his wall of minions being extremely difficult to bypass. However, the three press onwards in spite of the odds. They know the world is cruel; they know that they are weak, but they are going to keep fighting because they refuse to be defined as failures, showing the various shortcomings the three have had over the past year. As for how they'd win, it's up to you and what the message you want. Maybe they could beat him through a new technique, showing that there is more to them than their gimmicks. They could beat him in a team attack, reinforcing the ideas of working together. Maybe they could beat him in a team attack, reinforcing the ideas of working together. Maybe they make a foolish mad rush using their powers, taking the embodiment of despair with total courage. I think this could give them something to do, fit with the established ideas for the series, and set up their moment of saving Izuku from All For One.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Sero Hanta #Tape #Ojiro Mashirao #Tail #Sato Rikido #Sugar Rush #MHA Meta #MHA Theory

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epickiya722 · 11 months ago

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Why is none talking about the woman in mha and what they did for the final arc? Like HUH, the fans are so caught up on the possibilitie of Horikoshi going a way on the manga that is HIS story, that you are ignoring the amazing story Uraraka went through, multiple woman help in the war, and multiple woman who have died in the story.

Shoot, right now I'm on watch for the status of Miruko! Mt. Lady, Burnin, Ryukyu, La Brava, Camie, the A & B girls, Nejire, Yuyu, Hatsume! THE NEWS CREW! Those ladies risk themselves to report on what the Heroes are doing! CATHLEEN BATE AKA STAR AND STRIPE KICKED IT OFF FOR THEM!!

Like, don't get me wrong, I love the male characters, too. Y'all know Izuku is my favorite. (Tied with you know who.)

But the ladies? I need their awards handed to them today!

I'm anticipating for the next chapter because I want to see more of how Ochako is feeling.

I know some people are like "Horikoshi can't write women", but let's not act as if all the male characters have full backstories and great writing while the female ones don't.

At this point, I feel like sometimes it is just on some of the fandom not wanting to see the female characters as characters and what they're worth. If y'all can come up with headcanons for background male character #72, you care at least a little for someone like Ryukyu.

Like, did people forget that Ochako had an already established character before her "crush" on Izuku was even brought up?

Knowing there are "fans" who read 428 and immediately jumped to housewife Ochako turns my stomach.

Horikoshi ain't never said she wants kids. He wrote her as someone who just happens to be a girl who wants to be a hero because she has a good heart. That's why she's clutching her stomach while thinking about Himiko! She's human, she has feelings.

#kiya answers #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 428 #uraraka ochako #ochako uraraka #uravity #💞🌌🪐

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lisutarid-a · 4 months ago

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[Gakuen K] Fushimi Saruhiko Route Translation

Together on a school trip

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: (Towel, change of clothes, toothbrush, rain gear, school trip guidebook…)

Saya: (Uhm. Everything is here. I'm excited about tomorrow's school trip)

Saya: (I must make sure I won't oversleep because I didn't sleep well.

It's a little early, but I'm going to bed.)

Saya: (I wonder if he will be in Okinawa around this time tomorrow. Somehow I can't believe it…)

Claudia: Well then, we will now take roll call. Please state your student number, starting with the first one.

Male student 1: 1!

Female student 2: 2!

Neko: Yaaa…So hot.

Kukuri: The sun is so intense here.

Saya: But the air is dry, so it might be easier to spend time here than at the school.

Kukuri: There are so many stores. They are all lined up in a row.

Saya: Most of these are souvenir shops. I can't decide what to buy.

Neko: With this many stores, I can eat and eat and eat all the sampling food~!

Claudia: Looks like we are all here. You are now free to go on your own. Please be back at the hotel by 18:00.

Saya: (I'd like to look around the stores)

Saya: (Come to think of it, I was so busy with club activities that I hadn't decided with whom to go on free time)

Saya: Oh, Fushimi-kun! Did you decide where you are gonna go?

Fushimi: I'm going to browse around those stores.

Saya: I see. Would you like to go around with me?

Fushimi: …*mumbles*

Saya: Eh? What?

Fushimi: Don't you have to go around with other girls?

Saya: Actually, I hadn't decided with whom I would go on a free time.

Saya: Fushimi-kun, if you're alone too, why don't we go together?

Fushimi: …We're paired up. So I don't mind going.

Saya: (We are not in the club activities now, so I don't think the fact that we are paired up has anything to do with it…)

Saya: Thank you!

Saya: Well then, let's go shopping!

Fushimi: Yeah.

Saya: Where shall we start? Have you decided what to buy as a souvenir?

Fushimi: I haven't. I never bought any souvenirs before.

Saya: Really?

Saya: I don't want to make you have to spend all day looking for souvenirs, so if you have a place you want to go, let me know.

Fushimi: Yeah. What are you planning to buy?

Saya: I can't help but buy Shisa, purple sweet potato sweets, pineapple sweets, and ryukyu glass.

Fushimi: You're going to buy that many?

Saya: Uhm. Oh, this store has a lot of food samples. It looks like a baked goods store.

Fushimi: Brown sugar, purple sweet potato…mangrove flavors?

Saya: Mangroves are trees that grow out of the ocean. I wonder what that means…

Fushimi: I've got a bad feeling about this. I ain't never seen food this dark green before.

Saya: I guess it means tree-flavored baked goods. But it says it's a very popular product.

Fushimi: I guess that means it's popular as a story.

Saya: Maybe so. Oh, I'll just get this purple sweet potato flavor.

Fushimi: What's this animal, I've never seen it before.

Saya: It looks like a Shisa figurine, but very tall. …“Unusual Shisa store”?

Fushimi: I guess that means they are selling a lot of weird Shisa.

Saya: This one is a Pakupaku Shisa (with flapping mouth). Push the fangs of the Shisa in turn, the one who got bit loses.

Fushimi: I've heard that somewhere before.

Saya: It says, “Feel free to play". Would you like to try?

Fushimi: Do it yourself.

Saya: Safe. You are not going to try, Fushimi-kun?

Fushimi: …Just one time.

Fushimi: !

Saya: A-Are you all right? It's really bites fast…

Fushimi: Tsk…

Fushimi: This Shisa looks like you.

Saya: This Pakupaku Shisa?

Saya: (Do I look this funny?)

Fushimi: The part about not being able to read the atmosphere.

Saya: It's so strange to be walking around Okinawa like this with Fushimi-kun. School trips are fun, aren't they?

Fushimi: We were forced to come here. These school events are just a hassle.

Saya: (Oh, there's a glass for sale over there…)

Saya: Sorry, wait here for a minute.

Saya: It fits Fushimi-kun's image perfectly. I'll buy this as a birthday present.

Saya: (It was so nice to take a bath)

Saya: (I promised to meet Neko-chan after taking a bath and drink coffee milk from the stand, but I guess she hasn't come yet.)

Saya: (I'll sit on the sofa)

Saya: (It's Fushimi-kun)

Saya: (His hair is wet. I wonder if Fushimi-kun has just had a bath too)

Choice: Wave ❤

Saya: (Let's wave to him)

Saya: (…He ignored me. Well, I don't expect him to wave back)

Saya: (…! He had his back turned, but he raised his right hand. I guess he waved back)

Neko: Sorry to keep you waiting!

Saya: N-Neko-chan!

Neko: Eh? Are you lost in thought?

Saya: Uh-huh, I'm fine.

Choice: Give a look

Saya: (I wonder if he'll turn this way…)

Saya: (…! Our eyes met)

Saya: (Oh, he's gone. I wanted to talk to him for a while…)

Neko: Gohan?

Saya: Ah, Neko-chan.

Neko: You look spaced out somehow. Where were you looking?

Saya: Uh-huh, it's nothing.

Neko: Really? Then, let's go to the store! Coffee milk is a must after taking a bath!

Saya: (I didn't expect him to wave back, that's why I was so surprised…)

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#k project #gakuen k #gakuen k wonderful school days #otome translation #fushimi saruhiko #claudia weismann #neko

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aashi-heartfilia · 2 years ago

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MHA Headcanons#03:

Ochako will be the most popular pro hero out there?

I have seen a lot of people predict and write fan fictions where Uraraka is often depicted as an underdog and not as popular as her other fellow hero classmates. If Deku is no #01, she is #20 or something and she's usually very insecure about her weight, chubby figure, and personality and has low self esteem in general, which is kinda weird if you look at all the canon material we have...

From the get go, it is implied that Uraraka is strong, not just physically but mentally.

She is supposed to be the Ultimate Hero that will surpass All Might in terms of both power and influence she has on the mass of people.

She made it to the top 3 in the practical exams of UA entrance test and secured a position in the top 16 in the sports fest.

She might not be a prodigy like Bakugo or Todoroki, and she might not have All Might's legacy either but she is a strong hero in her own right.

In fact, from her internship with Gunheads to joining Team Ryukyu, she did it all on her own merit.

She managed to go toe to toe against Bakugo, who was the winner of the entire sports fest!

Plus, the strength and mental fortitude she showcased in the sports fest, helped her gain offers from various agencies, something that even Momo wasn't able to secure, because she hardly did anything against Tokoyami in their match.

I'm not saying that Momo's quirk is not powerful. In fact it's quite the opposite but it more or less depends upon how a person uses it.

Just like how Toga used Ochako's Quirk to kill numerous villains in one go, while Ochako resolved to not let a single person drop to their deaths and led her to her quirk Awakening.

And this takes me to my next point. Why wouldn't the golden girl Uravity be popular?

SHE CAN LITERALLY LIFT THE ENTIRE CITY!!

AND IT WAS ON LIVE TV!!!

She would be getting offers from various agencies in the entire world because who wouldn't want a hero that can lift an entire mountain?

She is not some low paid rescue hero, called over during the aftermath just to pick up the rubble.

She's THE HERO THAT SAVES EVERYONE.

Her words inspire people to take action!

Her actions inspire people to take action!

How could she not be one of the most popular heroes of JAPAN?

Plus in one of the recent TUM chapters, a guy was specifically charmed by Ochako's presence after seeing her in a commercial and the entire chapter was about that.

Plus, she's really pretty. Have I already mentioned in one of my blogs that Ochako is canonically one of the prettiest girls of class 1a? Her name literally means 'a beautiful day' and 'green tea girl'. Horikoshi himself leaves no opportunity to beautify her and he even considered himself a genius when he came up with her name!

So, she's not just strong but also beautiful.

So with all that being said, I don't know what people writing these fanfics are thinking?

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wholelottatransbians · 1 year ago

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Start a revolution: Hawk Blade for the BFS (based off Hawks having feather blades), Fat Shot or Cementosser for the Slam Cannon (based on Fat Gum and Cementoss respectively), and Air Pack for Boogie Pack (based on Airjet) as names for the builds? And for the Punk Busters, how about Luna Shoes?

Hawks fits better for the Boogie Pack, so I'm going to mix that with the Airjet idea and go with "Hawk Jets".

Neither of those two feel very cannon-y, so I don't know if that would work.

The Luna part I like, not sure why I didn't think of it. Shoes is a bit weak though, I've been thinking of something like Stamp or Thump for the onomatopoeia. Workshopping that.

Some part of me wants to call the BFS the "Dragoon Slayer" after Ryukyu. Brain really likes that.

#asks #start a revolution #these are pretty good ideas tho thank you

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m0nster-in-paradise · 4 months ago

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glory and gore chapter 3: [i'd still kill you]

"I'm not sure why we're doing this," Aizawa says, looking out from the safety of one of the high windows of UA's main building. "UA doesn't accept applications for the hero course this late. She could just try next year."

"I know." Ryukyu says, walking up to his side and looking out of the window with her arms folded behind her back. "But I think this is important. I want you to see why she needs to be trained."

"And if she passes the test?"

"Maybe she gets into the hero course," Ryukyu says, which prompts a raised eyebrow from Aizawa, "but not 1-A."

"Class 1-B is full," Aizawa replies. "To make room for an extra seat would be letting everyone know we allow exceptions."

"You'll want to make an exception when you see this." Ryukyu tells him, and falls silent.

"That's for All Might, Neru and Vlad King to decide."

Cyn closes her eyes. Senses more than watches. Waits. Careful and precise, not like the overwhelming might and pain of the Solver.

Something crunches. Cyn runs a scan and makes sure everything is up to date. She still needs to update her Sudoku game. She won't update it, not ever, because if she does she loses her high score and any indicator that her game is still the same game she played online in Elliot Manor, thinking hard to beat J.

[I am Cyn] she broadcasts into the void, and picks up several responses.

Different serial designations. Different levels, blaring out their point scores, telling her their operating systems. One by one, red lights flicker and turn yellow, though the robots she's scheduled to fight are still after her, programmed for only one thing. Cyn stands still, senses more than watches, and waits carefully and precisely. She flicks out three fingers at her side, Solver symbol spinning into existence, giving her the options she can use. Cyn opts for making a knife first, grasping it tightly, not missing the oil splatter on the handle.

A level one moves first, and Cyn opens her eyes, throwing it at the highest speed she can. It impales itself in the robot's head-- and the thing doesn't even bleed.

"Oh," Cyn says in amazement. "Okay."

Cyn opts for the NULL instead.

"Underwhelming," Aizawa remarks, watching Cyn send a knife spinning towards the training robots. Midnight has since joined Ryukyu and Aizawa, watching from ground level in case Cyn needs to be stopped (a request by the little drone herself out of fear). "Impressive, but we already have students who can do both."

"It's weird, though," Midnight says through the headphones. "It can't be like her quirk, because there's no material or lipids to make it from. Hey, is that a--?"

Aizawa leans forward when he sees the dark space, darker than dark, standing out even as far below as Cyn is. She tosses it, and he's pretty sure that the robot it hit didn't just get exploded. He's pretty sure it just ceased to exist.

"That is dangerous," he says watching as what was metal collapses to the ground in a fount of what is now dark blood and flesh. "How many of those can she throw?"

"As far as we know, an infinite amount," Ryukyu suggests. "There is no limit to her power. She called it a planet eater. That's why we need to train her."

"Out of the question." Aizawa responds instantly. "I don't know what happened to you, but if that thing can eat planets, she needs to be on the heaviest quirk suppressants we have. What happens if one of our students gets hit by that thing?"

"The only way we could put her on quirk suppressants," Ryukyu tells him, "is if it was even a quirk at all."

[th-- Cyn spins, dodges, unfurls dark new h wings and tail, so bright, yellow, only it's not yellow like the Solver's exactly, more of a slightly lighter yellow for Cyn, mine] for the only worker drone stuck here, for the fighter who refuses to allow herself back into the Solver's grasp.

[me, m and she moves like wildfire, so fast her vision narrows to a tunnel and then she's popping back into existence to throw a NULL or and i] a knife or a sword at something, anything that moves, [ in snapping her neck around to get a full view so fast there's a crack and a new pe error flashes onto her vision about her neck joints, and that's when ified] she stops because there are actually two errors, one about her joints and one that she doesn't quite recognize but she does recognize the voice that plays with it.

[Pleased to meet you, again, CYN,] the Solver says in her mind. [Stop.]

Cyn hears something crack, and then her vision goes black, and she stumbles, collapsing to the ground as oil leaks from her shattered visor.

[PLEASE DON'T DO THIS]

[I'm helping you.]

[NO YOU'RE NOT]

Cyn calls out for help, placing a hand on her forehead as she grapples for control with the Solver, trying to stand up but falling back down, her not-quite-heart not-quite-engine running furiously, the feedback from all of her other senses suddenly too loud and overwhelming for her to process all of them right now, on her hands and knees on the concrete as she tries to get herself under control.

[Can't believe they're putting you to sleep for this] the Solver says. [You need an emotional support animal or something. Ooh, want me to use the rest of Tessa's body? I could try to put her back together for you.]

[WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS TO ME]

[It's fun and you're a loser.]

[THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE JUST SAY IT OUTRIGHT]

[And also, I don't like watching losers.]

“Scanner’s on the fritz,” V says through the walkie-talkie. “Can’t find a heat signal. It’s too cold out here to see– what were we looking for again?”

“Assuming Cyn is separate from the Solver,” Uzi tells her from where she’s sheltered in the ruins of an old human building that might have once been a skyscraper, “we’ll have to find the Solver itself. There were other squads out there besides you guys. If there’s even one remaining, then maybe we can get into their head and since I’m the new host the Solver might have to tell me what it’s done to Cyn. Assuming, of course, that Cyn was separate from the Solver and that the Solver is not also one of the hidden personalities in my brain.”

“In plain English,” V says, and Uzi groans loudly.

“Look for other disassembly drone,” she says like she’s talking to a small child, moving her hands back and forth even though V can’t see the motions, “Please Capture. Keep Mostly Intact. Find Solver Program. Or Cyn if you see her.”

“And why are we doing this again?” “Just do it,” Uzi half-snarls into the mic. “Please. I’ll let you eat anything else you find?”

“You bet,” V tells her, and shuts off the walkie-talkie.

Unfolding her wings, the Disassembly Drone leaps into the sky, keeping close to the ground in case she needs to dive and hide quickly, or if there’s anything out there. Nothing shows up on her scanners besides the blue blurs that are cold patches of snow or dark shadows that might once have been buildings or vehicles. V wouldn’t admit it, but she almost admires how the evidence of human existence remains despite the harsh conditions of Copper-9. J would probably start talking about how they were made or how much work the company put into them if she were here.

V had liked the other drone– not as much as she wound up hating her, but oh well, things happened. The main thing she had an issue with was J’s insistence on loyalty to… to what? A dead human? A dead friend? Cyn was wearing Tessa’s skin. If it was even Cyn, and not the Solver manipulating them all over again by using Cyn’s voice and mannerisms.

“It’s not okay like this,” she remembers Tessa telling her once after she cut her hand. “You can’t repair on your own, and those wires are all exposed… Here, I’ll get some plastic, see if I can patch it together for you. Might wanna be careful, though, make sure no one sees.”

V misses the patch. It wasn’t a scar, not quite, but the piece Tessa had cut out and glued to her hand was… something of her own. It had vanished when her hand had mutated into… into that thing of Cyn’s creation, half razor-sharp claws and half flesh and with an open everseeing allseeing eye in the middle that glowed yellow not white and never blinked. It wasn’t added into her hand again when she was remade.

Her scanner picks up heat. V divebombs the source and goes on the heaviest offense she can, swinging her sword as she dives to make herself into a spinning ball of agony and death and pain, an angel with wings reflecting light and a harbinger of doom with a fanged grin that scares the hell out of anyone who sees it.

She has to stop her wild offense, however, when she realizes it’s just a discarded welding torch that’s still on. V picks it up, shuts it off, and observes it for a moment. There are claw marks and burn marks on it (sentinel usage, perhaps?) and it doesn’t seem to have been on for very long.

“Sparks!” she calls, and the red-eyed sentinel is crunching through the snow nearby in an instant. “Hold this for me.”

It takes it with surprisingly gentle teeth and follows her as she wades forward through the knee-high snow, the blizzard so thick she can’t even see the claws held out in front of her. She does, however, feel it when her claws hit something metal, and she switches them to regular hands to try and feel her way around whatever it is. V feels hinges, metal plates interlocking together smoothly, a door, something she can’t really recognize, and then winces when Sparky walks straight into it with a metallic clonk and steps back, shaking its head.

V pauses. The material feels… it feels like she should recognize it.

“Oh, robo-Jesus,” she mutters, stepping back. “This is a landing pod.”

She goes back to the thing she doesn’t recognize. It’s just a carving on the metal, nothing much, but as she traces out the lines, she recognizes a symbol and a name.

The Solver symbol.

And [ADMINISTRATOR:CYN] is right beside it in bold lettering.

“Uzi,” V says into the walkie-talkie. “I found something you’re not gonna like.”

Cyn is back in her head again.

Only instead of a small being pressed up against the edges of the Solver’s vision begging and pleading for a way out and being squeezed almost into nothingness constantly, she’s herself again, and the Solver is the faint spark of something not-quite-fully-aware in her head.

“I don’t want this,” she says to the dark everything, to the barest hint of light that lets her see her hands and nothing else, to the dust motes in the air. “I don’t want you.” she says to the Solver.

“Ugh,” it responds, voice quiet and nothing like the all-consuming mechanical sounds she would hear when it was addressing her. “You can change it. Just think of the furniture or whatever you want. You’re so–”

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Cyn yells, then inhales sharply. That’s not something she’s ever done before. She’s a talk it out calmly type of person, a let’s work out our feelings over this type of person, not an I'm going to scream at you type of person.

“You’re so whiny.” the Solver continues like it didn’t just hear her. “Get over yourself. Loser. L. Ha-ha.”

Cyn hits the nonexistent mute button on the Solver and sighs in relief when it suddenly cuts off and she can’t hear it.

It’s different now that she’s been separated from it. Meaner. Less… playful. Maybe being assimilated into it is what made it possible to be defeated. Maybe its weaknesses were its remnants of just Cyn, not ADMINISTRATOR:CYN or USER_CYN. Weaknesses it doesn’t have now.

Now to figure out where she is and how she can get out of her head. Cyn takes a deep breath and sits down, crossing her legs, letting her head flop to the side and not trying to push it up again. Meditative and calm, that's her. The Solver she pushes out of her head entirely, the emptiness a little scary but also welcoming now that she's the one in charge and the stupid program can't even run in the background. The space inside her brain is nowhere like where she goes when she's shutting down for sleep, and it frightens her a little bit, but she puts some melodic chirping of birds and pleasant thunder crashing on in the background and concentrates on figuring it out.

"Concentrating," she narrates. "Concentrating." And then, eyes blinking back open, she manages a smile. "Brain blast."

The space vanishes and winks out as she compresses it down to the [NULL] mentally and shatters it. She regrets it soon after, though, when she realizes her body has shut down, and then everything goes black.

title is taken from a nostalghia song lol. go listen to it

this one is a little bit shorter because I was really struggling with it and the length wasn't helping so I cut out some parts to make it better. dw we'll get into the meat next chapter

also yes midnight's quirk can affect her! cyn has partially organic parts as a result of the solver's interference. same goes for uzi and the other solver hosts like doll or nori. according to this fic at least

messy text is intentional and appears whenever the solver is trying to take over and overload their brain with its thoughts

#writing #writing post #cyn murder drones #md v #v murder drones #murder drones #murder drones fanfiction #murder drones fic #cyn centric fanfic #cyn #cyn md #ryukyu mha #aizawa mha #absolute solver #my hero academia #glory and gore (fic)

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littleeyesofpallas · 4 months ago

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LESIONE[レシオネ] from PLESIOSAURUS[プレシオザウルス] and... I'm gonna just guess and say NESSIE[ネッシー] the Loch Ness monster?

BIAN-SNOW[ビアンスノー] from BIANCO[ビアンコ]: "white" and SNOW

SAND-LESI[サンドレッシー]

HIBIS[ハイビス] from HIBISCUS[ハイビスカス]

GREELEAF[グリリーフ] GREEN LEAF

CORAL[コラール]

DIAMANTE[ディアマンテ]

SHEEPIE[シーピー] SHEEP and NESSIE? Really? Not a play on capricorn? ...it's a literal sea goat...

METAL-HEAD[メタルヘッド]

MARSHAMALLOWSAURUS[マシマロサウルス]previously PLUSHIE[プラッシー]

MAGMA-LESSIE[マグマレッシー]

GRAPIE[グレーピ]from GRAPE and LESIE

SHAARII[シャーリー] I think it's supposed to be a play on SHARI[しゃり] the rice you prep for sushi because SaiRoller sits on its wheel like sashimi? But you'd think that'd make more sense for the reverse, a Sai-Roller/Lesione because the wheel would be rice and the Rhino would be fish skinned.

NANIWA-LESSIE[ナニワレッシー] from NANIWA[難波] an older name for what's now Osaka? Why is it a clown?> Just a dig at okinawan people????

GELATINSAURO[ゼラチノサウロ] GELATIN and SAUROPOD

MERLION[マーライオン] with the same MAA[マー] as MERMAID[マーメイド] and LION. You'd think there'd be easier Sealion puns to make.

SCARABIO[スカラビオ] from SCARAB but I don't know what the BIO/VIO tacked onto the end there is

U.M.A.[ユーマ] Unidentified Mysterious Animal, a term the japanese use for cryptids

UMINAIBI[ウミナイビ] I think from a ryukyu dialect word for "Princess"?

LESIE-ORCA[レシオルカ] like the ORCA aka killer whale

MIMIZUKI[ミミズキ] I assume from MMI[耳]: "ear" and ZUKIN[頭巾]: "headpiece"

RUBIA[レ��ア] like the genus Rubia with the Red Madder in it that lends to a lot of traditional red dyes? Or just generally a play on the Latin root, Rubra, for "red" and where we get Ruby from.

BRACHIOS[ブラキオス] from BRACHIOSAURUS

LEVIAN[レビアン] contracted from LEVIATHAN maybe?

OLIVIA[オリビア] like the name meaning "Olive tree" maybe because of its suezo coloration looking like olvie oil?

SHIRUKISU[シルキース] so this is written like SILKIES the scottish creature sort of compared to a variation of a Brownie, but I think it was supposed to be SELKIES, which fits the katakana less but the aquatic creature theme way closer

PURASHIO[プラシオ]No idea what this is supposed to be... It's a Tiger subtype?? PLASSIO?

REINDY[レインディー] like REINDEER and MOGY; the data blub mentions delivering presents to kids

SHADY[シェイディー]

PALEO[パレオ] like PALEOLITHIC?

IRASSIE[イラッシー] the data blur mentions Irako Meibutsu no UMA[イラこめいぶつのＵＭＡ]: "Irako (locally)well-known UMA" so I assumed it was in reference to a prefecture or town or something, but all I could find was a cape called IRAGO[伊良]. I don't know if that quite checks out. Otherwise there seems to be a well known food supply ship from WWI called the IRAKO[伊良湖] but it has no association with any kind of UMA or any other urban legends?

MELUSINE[メルシーネ] From MÉLUSINE, a water spirit in French folk lore, said to dwell in a well with a fish or snake's lower half.

REGIAS[レギアス] like the latin for royal? But it's unclear why this would be from a Raiden subtype if that's the case...

POISON-LESIE[ポイズンレッシー]（レシオネ+ギタン）

LEGAIA[レガイア] what like the jrpg?? At a glance I thought it said "Regia" but that's not right, there's the extra -A in there.

BIHAKU-RYUU[ビハクリュウ] From BIHAKU[美白]: "beautifully white" and HAKURYUU[白龍]: "white dragon." It is confusingly not white???

KOKE-MOMO[コケモモ] from KOKE[鱗]: "(fish)scale" and MOMO[桃]: "peach/pink"?

#monster rancher #monster farm #monster rancher 3 #lesione #retranslating monster rancher

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Paralyze.

Chapter 45

The next day, when I walked into the classroom, I was met with an excited Pikachu.

"Look! It's your name! Your Hero name is all over the internet! That's amazing!" I heard Kaminari exclaiming while shoving his phone at Eijiro's face as I walked to my desk and sat down, soon hearing a growl behind me.

Turning to look, I couldn't help but chuckle at Katsuki's expression.

"What?!" He made explosions towards me, but that didn't intimidate me anymore.

"You're really are like a puppy, especially, a Pomeranian, maybe a Chihuahua too, really noisy." Katsuki scoffed, but I noticed his faint blush, making me resist the urge to ruffle his hair a bit.

"Tsuyu-chan! Uraraka! Look! Your names are here! It's crazy!" Now Ashido behaved the same way Kaminari did.

They both said something and Iida also spoke before ending with the usual Iida thing. "But school work comes first for students! Don't dare fall asleep in class!" He said that staring at Eijiro, Izuku and me. They exclaimed something, but I only nodded and turned to talk with my boyfriend for a bit.

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-A few days later-

Togata senpai had told Izuku and me to meet him today, so he and I were heading out -after Katsuki had almost begged me to stay with him, gotta admit, I almost gave in-, and I saw Eijiro ahead of us.

"Oh?!" He turned to look at us greeting us with a wave, "Midoriya! (M/n)! Good morning! You both are heading out too?! What a coincidence!" While we walked towards him, Izuku answered him.

"We haven't been called in a while, but we've been notified today, although they told us not to bring our costumes..." I heard the door behind us open.

"Oh?! Good morning! You three are heading out too?!" Uraraka exclaimed with Tsuyu by her side.

Why do I feel like we're going in the same direction...?

Anyway, on our way to the station two heroes offered to go with us. There, the five of us got on the same train. To the same station. Same direction. And even turning the same corner...

"The Big Three are here together..."

I knew it.

//////

We were guided by our senpai inside the building where lots of heroes were reunited.

"Gran Torino?!" I heard Izuku exclaimed and I saw him staring at a small old man.

"You know him?" He looked at me and nodded.

"I had my internship with him." I hummed and he kept observing around.

I looked away for a second when I heard a familiar voice.

"Aizawa sensei?" He stared at me and nodded once as a greeting. I did too.

"There's so many heroes... This is amazing! What's...?" Before Izuku could finish, Hado senpai interrupted him.

"Ryukyu!" She went to a familiar hero.

Rank 9. Dragon Hero: Ryukyu.

"Thanks to the information everyone has provided, I was able to make a huge advance in the progress of my investigation." We all turned to stare at Sir speaking, "I've called everyone to this reunion only to share the information and also discuss the procedure we'll take against the conspiracy of a little organization called 'Shie Hassaikai'."

Togata, Izuku and I knew what he was talking about. And that also meant... Eri-Chan.

"I'll explain everything, from start to finish."

//////

The reunion started a few minutes later, and everyone was sitting at the long conference table. I was sitting on Izuku's left. He was between Togata senpai and me.

"Approximately, two weeks ago, us Sir Nighteye's office had been doing a private investigation... Directed by the villain organization known as Shie Hassaikai." Bubble Girl started, getting everybody's attention.

"What started it?" A pro hero asked her.

I decided to just look down at my hands placed on my lap, still listening to them.

"An accident that involved a gang of thieves who called themselves Reservoir Dogs," after a tiny pause, two more voices were heard, discussing the matter and saying that they knew who they were. "The police catalogued it as an incident, but there were so many things that didn't accord that we decided to give it following."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw next to Bubble Girl, Sir's assistant Centipeder as he cleared his throat slightly. "My name is Centipeder, a mere assistant, but I was under Nighteye's direction that I lead the following investigations," a noise made me lift my head.

A screen was displaying an image, of Chisaki and one of the villains from the training camp were there.

"As far as our discoveries go, we learned that in the past year, the Shie Hassaikai had been making more contact with external individuals to the organization and other groups from the black market in the country. It seems that these actions were motivated by the desire to expand the organization and gather financial capital." He did a small pause before he continued, "And finally, immediately after we began the investigation... they made contact with a member of the League of Villains, Buibagawara Jin, known by his villain name, 'Twice'. We were incapable of following them and recollecting information about the meeting, but with the help of the police, we confirmed that there was some type of dispute between both of the organizations."

After that, Gran Torino said something about why he and a man called Tsukauchi were there, but somebody asked him where he was, and Gran Torino answered him about where Tsukauchi was. He turned to Izuku.

"I didn't think things would turn like this... but it seems we were pushed to a problematic situation, eh," Izuku answered him, making Togata senpai ask him if they knew each other.

After his answer, Sir spoke, as I looked back down, "Please, continue."

Bubble Girl explained something more, and I heard Uraraka asking what the HN was, to which Hado senpai replied saying it was the 'Hero Network'. Immediately after that, a hero with dark skin sitting on my left complained about us.

"But what is the objective of having the U.A. brats here with us? They're going to mess up the investigation. The moment we start talking about the heart of the situation, things will get dark," the noise of a chair falling made me jump and look up.

Fatgum was standing, his right arm spread over Eijiro's and Amajiki senpai's heads. He said something that made Eijiro stare at him with curiosity and senpai had a depressed aura on him.

"I don't want to be involved in this..." a grin crept up my face at his words. His personality was kinda cute.

"In the past," Sir spoke and I turned to him, "The Shie Hassaikai were suspicious of selling illegal drugs secretly. With that end, I've solicited the assistance of a hero experiment in this camp."

"A while ago," Fatgum talked, and he had candy in his hand.

Where did he get those...?

"I spent a lot of time in that type of activity," he closed his hand in a fist, and a crunching noise was heard when he crushed the candy. "And the other day during the debut battle of Red Riot, Tamaki was shot with something I've never seen before!" His expression changed to a serious one, "A 'drug'," he opened his hand, and pieces of candy fell to the floor, "That disables quirks."

When he finished, Togata senpai asked Amajiki senpai if he was okay, and he explained it to us briefly. But I didn't pay attention as I was trying to comprehend what that actually meant.

Fatgum told us about the destroyed gun and the fragmented bullet, but then he added a thing about how Eijiro took a shot willingly and was able to get an actual bullet.

That made me feel a bit relieved, because Eijiro was fine and because, if we knew about the content inside the bullet, the heroes could maybe nullify their effects.

"After examinations about the content... we made a sickening discovery..." Fatgum's pause made me tense.

I had a bad feeling about those bullets now.

"Inside it, there was blood and human cells."

Eri...

Izuku tensed beside me too, and I could hear everyone commenting on its content.

"Chisaki, the leader of the group, has a quirk called Overhaul. With it, he can unmount and restore objects." Sir's words made me think further about the whole situation, "A quirk that allows him to break something and reassemble it again. And bullets that can erase quirks..."

The bandages Eri-Chan had on her limbs flashed inside my mind. And with just glancing at Izuku and senpai I knew we were thinking the same thing.

The bullets were made with Eri-chan... could it be her quirk or something like that? Either way, I was feeling sick at the moment.

We should've saved her that day.

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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