#i have so many thoughts on baby himiko

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A Himiko Yumeno Agere Board!

world’s smallest baby.. you give her a stuffed animal, a paci and a nice soft blanket this girl is snoork mimimiming for the rest of time

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Amnesia!Dabi

Once again, the ask has forsaken me- (Edit:and then this got away from me, holy shit-)

so like, the “half-baked plan to leave”-

Dabi, by this point, has spent - god, I don’t know how old he is - let’s say sixish years? essentially homeless, mostly without memory, and hiding as best he can from the law. And like, yeah, he wants to know who the hell he is, but he’s out of options, and by the time he joins the LoV … I won’t say he’s given up, but he’s getting real damn tired of not knowing things. It’s not like he’s investigated all of Japan, but he’s starting to wonder if that’s even where he’s from. Or even if maybe he should stop looking so hard, find somewhere he can hunker down, maybe see a therapist? Someone who could help him unravel all the blankness in his head, anyway. But, like, it’s not a concrete PLAN, so much as a thought experiment, at this point.

then he joins the LoV, meets Himiko, and goes “oh. huh. maybe this won’t be so bad?” Like, he’s under no illusions that these are the bad guys, but like. He’s remembered more bits and pieces hanging out with Himiko than literally anything else he’s ever tried. I doubt he’d trust the league as a whole with his memory loss, but if he says “yeah, I’m trying to track down someone, it’s sort of important and means a lot to me”, I imagine they’d all be pretty on board? Like, the League are all fairly nice people, really, so it’s going ok. Yeah, there are a few things that make him a bit uncomfortable, and he’s quickly becoming protective of Himiko (and worried, is she supposed to have random fevers?) but Dabi’s thinking maybe they CAN help him figure this out.

But he also isn’t a moron. He knows this kind of group could easily screw him over, so now he’s seriously considering back-up plans. Even if the group DOES screw him over, he’s met a few people now, made some of his own connections. He could pretty easily get papers to get himself out of country if he needs to. He’s also making plans to find a hospital or something to take Himiko to, because she’s starting to seriously worry him. I’m basing this mostly on myself, honestly - I have a pretty severe Iron deficiency - and before we figured out that was the problem, I would have dizzy spells, migraines, nausea with no explanation, my immune system wasn’t great so I’d keep getting sick, etc, So this is what’s happening to Himiko. And like, the rest of the League isn’t indifferent to Himiko clearly being sick, but as far as they know, this might be normal for her. Dabi’s the one really getting worried and starting to look at treatment. But this is still mostly theoretical. He doesn’t have a solid plan.

But then- then we have the Forest Training Camp, and Kidnapping Katsuki. And that’s our first big stumbling block, cause like. Dabi is not okay with hurting kids. Not at all. In any way, shape, or form. He’s taking solace in the fact that this isn’t, like, the goal - they’re just here to recruit, right? Only, wow, so many kids ALMOST DIE, this is NOT OKAY. Honestly, he might have dipped during the fight itself , except then he sees Shouto, and “Surprise!” he’s remembering baby Shouto, “Just one more, T****-n**!”, wait, what, who? What was that??? The whole thing makes him seriously disoriented and it’s all he can do to make it back to the hideout without passing out. Which, ya know, he does the moment he has a flat, safe surface on which to do so.

So he wakes up, all confused - he knows the Peppermint kid? Maybe? - and he’s thinking of a plan, walks out into the main room … and sees Katsuki chained up. And muzzled.

Oh. Hell. No.

Yeah, fuck that, fuck this, Dabi does not want to be a part of whatever bullshit this is. He’s honestly preparing to set the place on fire, when All Might shows up, everything quickly goes to shit, and we probably have some awesome back-to-back dueling going on, as Dabi tries to keep Himiko and Katsuki out of the line of fire.

Now, the moment Katsuki gets rescued, Dabi is grabbing Himiko and bolting. He might cover their retreat, might create some theatrical distraction, but then he is LEAVING. He is NOT sticking around to watch All Might punch the thousand year old man. And he does get away, but now-

Well, I would imagine during the fight, Himiko got hurt. And maybe if she was completely healthy, it wouldn’t matter so much, but Himiko (as we have stated, but I feel the need to reiterate) has spent twelve years being STARVED. So she’s hurt, probably already sick, and not doing too great. Dabi is, at this point, a wanted criminal. He doesn’t have a lot of money, he just betrayed what allies he had, and watched the boss of those guys throw down with the best hero ever born. He has NOTHING to work with.

Except …

He remembers Shouto. He remembers Shouto as a kid, a little kid, a memory that’s clearer than any he has. Shouto goes to U.A., where they have Recovery Girl, and are pretty outspoken about Quirk Discrimination and how they won’t tolerate it. One of their teachers even has a blood based Quirk. Yes, Dabi participated in helping kidnap one of their students, but he also helped that student then escape. If it was just his memory, or just Himiko being sick and hurt, Dabi might not have done it. He might have figured something else out. Laid low, or found an underground hospital.

But together?

Yeah, he’s taking that risk.

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YEAH ITS

so re: the Timeline if we’re going with the Chaos Children timeline where he ‘died’ at 19 and he’s 23 when 1-A’s first year starts so it’s closer to just the three years depending on how long he was in coma-town(in CC it’s still a bit so he hasn’t been ‘awake’ for /too/ long, enough to get some bearings and to be manipulated, but in this AU we could have the coma being really short which is part of why he escapes.)

But even so the three years is enough for him to start looking into things and being incredibly frustrated.

Actually using the CC timeline might make things worse because it’s harder for him to figure out how old he is as he’s already a grown adult. Like still a young adult obvs he has some maturing to do still, but in terms of physicality he’s pretty indistinguishable and any other features that would be used to guess his age are obscured by the burns.

I think the rest of the League would notice and care about Himiko’s health, but it’s. None of them trust AfO’s doctor because the fucker’s playing frankenstein and taking her to a /real/ doctor would result in her (and whoever is escorting her) getting arrested. Like yeah she can shapeshift and disguise herself doctors /really/ need to know your real self to get a diagnosis and to prescribe meds so she can’t really just walk in as a rando even with fake paperwork.

So they try to help her as best they can with things they can get at a pharmacy(either over the counter meds or stuff they rob from behind the counter when the otc stuff doesn’t work). And Himiko kinda waving them off because she’s ‘always like this’ and ‘just needs to manage herself better’ doesn’t help. Because they don’t know the cause is because of her Quirk and being starved for 12 years, and even though she’s getting a decent supply of blood now (sometimes from them letting her have a bite of them, sometimes through whoever is the target of the day), it’s not enough to really make up for the years of neglect. But again: they don’t entirely know all of these details so when she says she’s used to feeling bad like that, they start to assume some kind of like chronic illness type of thing that yes she genuinely needs a doctor for.

But again that loops back to the above issue of getting her to a doctor without being thrown in jail. Doubly so because they doubt she’d really get proper treatment in jail either. 

I think the thing that keeps Dabi from taking Himiko and jumping ship earlier is mostly just Himiko herself. Because she doesn’t want to risk it and it’s pretty impossible to force her. And even on the days when she does feel awful enough to debate risking trying to go to a doctor, Himiko still hesitates because she’s grown friendly with the other LoV members and this might endanger them but also she’d never be able to see them again.

And then yeah the kidnapping thing happens and it’s. It’s a final push but even then Dabi might’ve hesitated more if Himiko hadn’t been hurt. And while he could patch her up on his own both of them REALLY need an actual doctor. so he takes the risk.

Himiko is probably mad at him for a while. Sure, she understands, so she’s not too mad and she’s not going to stay mad at him forever. But she’s at least gonna cry about it for a while.

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Pulling on the Strings of Destiny: Act 2 Chapter 15

Summary: Four days pass for Japan, and everyone is on edge.  They wonder, and wait. What will happen next for them? Will Midoriya  keep rising? What sort of things would she face. They all turned towards  the screens, wondering. None more so then the future class 1-A, more so  as they get a glimpse into their first sports festival, first  internship and their final exams. Watch as Midoriya’s future continues  to unfold, as she learns more about her family, society and herself.

Warnings: References to underage pregnancy and the assualt of a minor. References to child harm. Toga Himiko to, she is her own warning.

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 Fatgum carried the little girl to his agency, trying not to react. This girl saved herself? What did she save herself from? He knew the name Overhaul, an upstare Yakuza who styled himself as a big-time supervillain rather than the gangsters they were. Fatgum had dealt with his share of Yakuza in his time. They mostly kept to themselves compared to before and stuck to smuggling. Sometimes, it was simpler to ignore them sneaking in food or tech. Other times, they made a production of taking down the criminals.

 Overhaul was different. Dangerous, hard to predict compared to the other Yakuza or other villains. Sir Nighteye was on the case, though that may have changed with recent events. Fatgum couldn’t tell you why Overhaul had the girl Eri. He couldn’t tell you why the girl was crying.

 He just really hoped that her wanting to be like Limitless didn’t indicate the abuse she faced. He really hoped so.

 As Fatgum thought his words, Izumi herself continued cleaning the beach, ignoring the cameras that were focusing on her more. Cameras broadcasting her to the world. It was very unpleasant. Just the idea that people were so focused on her.

 She would be more disturbed to know that some people watching had darker impulses than she was used to. Toga Himiko watched with hungry eyes, tracing the screen with her fingers. Izu was so pretty, so perfect. She couldn’t wait until the girl’s blood flowed freely.

 Stain watched the broadcast on TVs in windows, watching the rise of Limitless. The girl was working well, benefiting society without expectation of praise. A good hero. He was sad she would lose her friend to his purge, but removing the rot was the best idea. Though perhaps killing would be too harsh… crippling Uraraka so she could no longer be a hero would be a much better idea.

 As Stain plotted, other people planned to take down the rising heroes. As the screen began, many had their plans ready to destroy any hope of a peaceful future. One of them being Overhaul himself. Kidnapping Izumi would take careful planning, but she would be under his gaze soon enough. Perhaps using Eri as bait? The pure woman found children important; even monsters like the girl would work.

Midoriya walks down the halls carrying her daughter and trying to calm her breath. She holds tight to Tomoe, who whines a little.

 “Sorry baby,” Midoriya sighs just as she turns a corner to find All Might’s skinny form walking with Shinsou. “Ah, Yagi-sensei! Shinsou!”

 “Young Midoriya!” the older man beams. “I ran into young Shinsou here and thought to walk with him to his stand while looking for you.” He holds his arms out, and Midoriya passes Tomoe, who happily enters the blonde’s arms.

 Hisashi glared at the screen, displeased by his granddaughter in the buffon’s arms. He would have to take time to hug his granddaughter to claim the number one spot in her heart.

 “Thanks, sensei. You did great, Shinsou!” Midoriya says to the purple-haired teen, who blushes, rubbing the back of his neck.

 “It was nothing,” Shinsou mutters. “Honestly, I should be thanking you for all your help,” he says to her. “I don’t know what I’d have done without your help or you getting me actually to make friends.”

 “Oh?” Midoriya asks.

 “I’d probably have used my Quirk to get a team, not thinking about how it would reveal my Quirk and-“ Shinsou begins, but Midoriya interrupts him.

 “Shinsou! That would make people hate you, for good reason, too.” She frowns at him. “We all want to do our best, and you taking that choice from their hands would piss them all off.”

 “...why though?” Hitoshi asks out loud. “Like… I would be giving them a chance to move on, right?”

 “But you’d also take away their free will,” sneered a classmate.

 “I don’t get it,” Hitoshi said in frustration. He didn’t understand why using his Quirk to make a team would make people hate him. Even if it wasn’t their choice, they still got what they wanted, right?

 “Choice is important,” another classmate told Hitoshi kindly. “You took away their choice, and it hurt them. Plus, some may feel they did not do their jobs properly if you just did that.”

 “...That makes more sense,” Hitoshi admitted. “So it’s more like they felt bad they didn’t do their best because I controlled them.”

 “Exactly, though again, a choice is important. Taking away choices isn’t a good thing, Shinsou. You obviously know that from your complaints about some of the things others have asked,” the classmate said patiently. She tucked some hair behind her ear. “I know I’m the girl you refused to make gay.”

 “That’s disgusting what she asked,” Hitoshi said. “...Also, I am so sorry but-”

 “Atakani Ino,” the girl laughed. “Don’t worry, you keep to yourself. But anyway, you would have taken away their choice outside of a fight. It’s one thing to use your Quirk as a hero and another to use it in a sports festival. You may be fighting to get into the hero course, but it’s hardly fair that you would take away their decision.”

 “That makes way more sense. Thanks,” Hitoshi sighed. “Empathy is hard.”

 “Well, my Quirk literally always has me seeing the other side,” Atakanti said. Hitoshi smiled at her. It was nice to have someone explain things properly.

 “I know, sort of? I don’t get it, but I understand,” Shinsou admits. “It’s one thing to use my Quirk in a fight, and it’s another to try and force a team up. You certainly showed that people would be willing to work with me if I tried.” And therapy helped with the rest, he thinks.

 “It’s a good thought to keep.” All Might voices. “Trying to enforce a friendship or a team up through any means other than agreement only ends in disaster.”

 “Like the team up last year with that hero Love Shot and Present Mic,” Midoriya says. “It caused so much property damage cause Love Shot forced Present Mic to go along.”

 “Ugh,” Hizashi made a face. Love Shot was a piece of work. Their Quirk worked by causing people to strongly desire to see their loved ones, meaning they often abandoned their crimes to head home or sometimes turn themselves in. A pretty good Quirk, and they were very proud of getting as high as they were in the ranks with their Quirk. They were skilled, talented and all that. But they also were a dick.

 They blamed every wrongdoing on how they were treated as a child and whined about being called a villain non-stop. Sure, they worked their ass off, but they were also an entitled asshole of the highest degree. They thought everyone should do what they wanted and that going against their thoughts was discrimination. Hizashi knew Shouta meeting them had been a turning point in his husband’s beliefs. The dark-haired man hated to admit he was as bad as some others about his slight bias against flashy Quirks, but Love Shot set him straight. Or at least somewhat, he tended to default at times.

 “I know now, don’t worry,” Shinsou says. Midoriya gives him a look but accepts his word, instead turning to All Might.

 “I’m going to head down; the break is almost over.” She says before waving at her daughter. “Be good for Yagi-sensei, baby!”

 “Bye!” Tomoe says cheerfully. Midoriya leaves, the men and baby watching.

 “I could really have messed up,” Shinsou muses. All Might shakes his head.

 “If you had apologized after, things could have been okay.” He tells the boy. Shinsou makes a face, shaking his head.

 Recovery Girl snorted hard as her son covered his face. For Hitoshi himself, he just slumped in his seat.

 Yeah, fat chance of that.

 “I wouldn’t have. I’m too stubborn.”

 “…well then,” All Might says. “You would have destroyed one possible friendship and could have poisoned many of your potential friendships. At least you didn’t here, though I’d work on that stubbornness.”

 “I’ll try.” Shinsou allows.

 The screen moves to show the field, Midoriya and Tokoyami facing off.

 “Let’s get the show underway, kids,” Midnight announces. “BEGIN!”

 Dark Shadow bursts out of Tokoyami, diving for Midoriya, who dives away, lightning covering her.

 “Too bright!” Dark Shadow complains as she tries to grab Midoriya, who moves away again.

 “Sunlight and lightning?” Fumikage mused. “We would have a hard time.”

 “But we’re gonna try!” Dark Shadow says happily as she leaves her brother to beam at the class.” Even if they lost, they would give their best shot.

 “The better to keep you away!” Midoriya says. This is going to be a constant game of dodging, won’t it? She thinks. It’s too risky to try and grab Dark Shadow. She could use it as a way to throw me out, too. She dodges more strikes, rolling and jumping. If I take the hits, I could be forced out like Yaoyorozu… Midoriya frowns, eyes narrowing.

 The screen switches to show the stands.

 “Who do you think will win?” Uraraka asks Iida, who shrugs.

 “Both Tokoyami and Midoriya have shown that they’re quick thinkers who can adapt plans.” He says. “Dark Shadow herself is no slouch either, though light appears to be her weakness.”

 “It’ll come down to who can think faster,” Yaoyorozu speaks. Ojiro gives a nod of his own agreement. “I will have to train that myself,” Yaoyorozu says.

 “Targeting you while you make things might help,” Tenya offered to the teen. Yaoyorozu nodded slowly, looking thoughtful.

 “Or real-time strategy games,” Kaminari said. “Hell, maybe even just RPG games in general? The Baldur’s Gate remakes use a lot of strategy.”

 “Turn-based might not be a great idea,” Sato argued. “Maybe Dragon Age? They remade the whole series when they put out the remakes, so it’s more strategy-based.”

 “Those would be good,” Kaminari agreed. Yaoyorozu looked at them in confusion.

 “I’ve never heard of those,” she admitted. Both boys stared at her in shock. “I’ve played some video games such as the Elder Scrolls remakes and Final Fantasy, but-”

 “Oh man, you HAVE TO!” both said at once. They dragged the girl into a discussion on strategy games that had the rest of the class backing away slightly.

 They were very intense.

 “We all probably will,” Ashido says. She points at Kirishima. “Some more than others, if you don’t mind the teasing, Kiri.”

 “Eh, you don’t mean it meanly. And you’re as bad,” Kirishima shoots back. The teens giggle as the screen morphs to show Jirou in the bathroom.

 The lively discussion dropped as everyone stared at the screen. That was a bit of a mood killer, showing Jirou like that. In turn, the girl flinched and curled into herself. Denki looked at her, feeling lost.

 He didn’t think she meant to be cruel towards him. He honestly thought she was a good person who might have done stupid things, but it didn’t make her a bad person. Just… not a great person? He didn’t know how to explain it.

Jirou looks pale as she stands at the sink. She splashes water on her face before turning it off. Her hands rest on the counter as she stares into the mirror. In a second, her image is replaced by a child’s.

 “Hey, look, it’s Lobes!” laughs the child, pointing at a much younger Jirou. The little girl rubs her eyes.

 “She has to wear earplugs and is dumb cause of it.”

 “Yeah, she’s so stupid she has to cheat with her Quirk!”

 Kyoka flinched, not looking at anyone as her mind reminded her of her mocking Kaminari. Of her kicking him into villains.

 She’s just like them—a monster who mocks others because she can.

 “No, I’m not,” Jirou sobs. It changes to show Jirou following another girl somewhere before a loud blaring sound has Jirou on her knees, screaming as the girl laughs. The screen morphs back to reveal the teenage version of Jirou staring at the mirror.

 “What have I become?” she whispers. She rubs her eyes and shakes her head, leaving the bathroom. Outside, she stops, coming face to face with Sato.

 “Jirou, I was hoping you were in there.” The tall teen says. “It would have been awkward… anyway, are you okay?”

 Rikkido moved to the purple-haired teen, abandoning the conversation with Kaminari more than before. He knew what would happen; he’d been thinking about speaking to her already.

 She would be happy to know she wasn’t alone in how she acted.

 “I’m fine,” Jirou shakes her head. “When did you follow me?”

 “After the Kaminari and Shinsou fight. You haven’t come back,” Sato says. “I was worried. You’re a good person-“

 “No, I’m not,” Jirou says bitterly. Sato frowns at her.

 “Yes, you are,” he insists. Jirou shakes her head.

 “I’m not. I’m just like the assholes back in elementary or middle school!” she says. “Mocking people and putting them in situations they can get hurt!” she glares at the ground. “I’m a horrible person.”

 “She’s not wrong,” a few teens muttered to one another.

 Fatgum though shook his head as he sat with Eri in his agency’s cafeteria, Tamaki going to get some food for her. The kid was a teenager, and sure her actions were horrible it didn’t make her horrible. Not when she is being confronted with the realization of where she went wrong and understanding it. Perhaps it was selfish for her only to realize it when she was compared to someone else and only really understand when she remembered her past, but that was human nature. People had a hard time understanding their effects on others until they could experience it often.

 It wasn’t like that Bakugou kid and man, Fatgum felt bad thinking like that, but he deserved it. Jiruo didn’t keep acting like a jerk and ignored everyone’s reactions while placing herself on a pedestal. She was surprised and upset, unlike Bakugou, who kept doubling down. He showed no sign of realization when Jirou did. That was the difference, the ability to realize she was wrong even if it took someone else.

 Though it was a possibility Bakugou was changing now, with the future shown. It's not like he’d met the kid yet.

 “So, Eri, can you tell me a bit about where you came from?” Fatgum asked gently. The little girl looked up with wide eyes, obviously scared, but suddenly she nodded.

 “Like Limitless,” she said softly.

 Fatgum had to hide his squeal. She was such a cute kid.

 “You aren’t,” Sato says. “You’re a teenager who doesn’t think that far ahead. That’s not a crime.” He tells her. Jirou rolls her eyes.

 “I know better.”

 “Okay, so you know better.” He shrugs. “That doesn’t mean you’re a terrible person; it means you don’t think things through or you just default to assuming things.”

 “How would you know?” Jirou asks. “I did exactly what all my bullies did but just kept going. It was okay because it was Kaminari!” she looks at Sato with exhausted eyes. “That’s not okay.”

 “If you were a terrible person, you wouldn’t act like this,” Sato says. Jirou gives him a dirty look, and he shrugs. “Hey, sounding like some sort of cheap after-school special or not, it’s true. Look at Bakugou and how the class acts around him. He refuses to see where he fucks up, so everyone avoids it. Meanwhile, you are realizing it. You know how bad it is, and I doubt you’ll willingly do it again.”

 “HEY!” Katsuki snarled. That was a lie! He didn’t refuse to see his mistakes! People just were too sensitive or didn’t understand him! Freaking idiot.

 In his agency, Fatgum made a note about the boy. He had identified the same thing he did after all.

 “Never,” Jirou promises. Sato grins, waving a hand at her. “…Why did you come?”

 “Because I saw you were spiralling and wanted to help,” Sato tells her. “I went through something similar. I was a really chubby kid, and my Quirk didn’t appeal to people. Plus, All Might is my favourite hero. Kid with super strength idolizing him? I got called a wannabe and mocked for years until I gained a few inches and started working out in middle school. It’s easy to forget that the ‘teasing’ you do to protect yourself isn’t all that good until it is too late.” Sato chuckles a little. “I did get it beaten into my head that the teasing wasn’t okay early, but I was lucky.  My classmate wasn’t. You just need a friend to watch out and make sure you can do it.”

 “It was my Mom,” Rikkido told Jirou, who had turned to look at him, still in shock but looking slightly better. “She heard me talking about someone nastily and made me volunteer at a soup kitchen while also taking me with her to one of her own volunteer gigs with permission. She teaches former villains how to bake. I sat there, listening to them and realized some of them were like me, kids who got tormented but received better treatment when they got older. It got to their heads. I also met homeless people who were treated like crap because of their Quirks. It was eye-opening.”

 “I didn’t…” Jirou said softly.

 “Yeah, you didn’t.” Rikkido agreed. “But again, you’re acknowledging your wrong. Kaminari might accept an apology sooner or later, and you can work from there.”

 “I’ll forgive her now; she didn’t mean harm,” Kaminari said. “It was annoying, but it isn’t like she meant it meanly.”

 “What happened to your classmate? If you feel like sharing?” Ashido asked cautiously.

 “He got put into a hospital after his ‘teasing’ drove the kid he was bullying too far,” Rikkido said. “And then he was expelled thanks to the kid’s parents suing the school for not helping their son until it got to the point of him attacking his bully. Last I heard, though, he refused to accept his fault.” A sad thing, and one that was honestly a bit ridiculous. If you couldn’t accept you were in the wrong even when you got hurt because of it, you were an idiot. Sure, light teasing of someone didn’t deserve being put into a hospital, but there was a difference between light teasing and bullying that was crossed long before that. And if you couldn’t understand it even when it was pointed out… you were an idiot. “Last I heard, he was wearing his old uniform still and going around calling himself Mustard, I think.”

 “Mustard?” Jirou asked.

 “He could create a gas that put people to sleep, kind of like Midnight,” Sato explained. “He got bullied for his Quirk 'cause they thought it weak until that one capture Midnight did like three years back. He got a lot of positive attention and decided he would tease a kid with a transformation Quirk who had a hard time with it.” Sato shrugged. “I haven’t seen him since; the Mustard thing is a rumour. He did say he wanted it as his hero name, though, so maybe he's gone vigilante or something.”

 Or something indeed, Midnight thought. She remembered a few months ago some kid running around causing mayhem with a gas Quirk and his claiming that ‘Midnight being a slut gives her leeway.’ He got probation, the last she heard. She hoped it wasn't the same kid, but you never knew.

 “We should deal with Bakugou,” Tomura muttered to himself as he scratched his neck. Sensei wanted to wait until Izumi could do it, but Tomura hated waiting. He wanted the bastard dead already!

 “…Thanks,” Jirou says, smiling a little.

 “No problem. Come on, Midoriya was still dodging Tokoyami last I checked. I wanna see her overcome the duo.”

 “You think she can?” Jirou asks as she falls into step with the taller teen.

 “It’s Midoriya. I swear we’re in some sort of anime with her as the main character.” Sato laughs as the screen morphs to show another dodge from Midoriya. She lands hard on the stage and pauses, staring at it.

 The statement was more right than Sato knew, Fatgum figured as Eri finished describing the base and the maid who had saved her. The poor woman probably wouldn't live much longer if Overhaul got her.

 The worst thing was Eri saying the man used her as an experiment because of her Curse. A Quirk that made her father disappear. Not… good. Not really. He was no slouch when it came to Quirk control, and he had his eyes on Yaoyorozu, Kirishima and Sato, the first if he could get her away from Snipe at least. He already had mental plans for each of the kids for control and experimentation. But Eri? Risky to deal with. Perhaps that sidekick Pause… no, if Eri’s Quirk was risky on Pause, it wasn't a good choice.

 He'd have to call UA, then.

 “That might work.” She mutters before she digs her fingers into the cement, lightning arching.

 “And what is Midoriya doing?!” Mic asks over the intercom as Tokoyami and Dark Shadow watch in confusion. Midoriya responds by ripping out a large amount of the stage and throwing it. Dark Shadow yelps and blocks it. The green-haired teenager runs right at the bird duo, taking advantage of the startled behaviour of Dark Shadow to tackle Tokoyami. He takes it with a grunt, staying upwards. It's enough for Midoriya to lift and throw the teenager, though.

 “NO!” Dark Shadow squeaks, grabbing at the stage. Midoriya slams a foot onto the stage, causing it to shake from her superpowered stomp. It dislodges the other girl and forces her and Tokoyami out of bounds.

 “She picked us up and threw us!” Dark Shadow cheered. “HOT!”

 “Dark Shadow!” Fumikage groaned at his sister. It felt easy to adjust to consider her his twin. He already knew of her intelligence, so accepting her as his sister was an effortless next step. He could do without the commentary, though.

 “I think the fact she tore up the stage was hotter!” Kamianri cried out. He still looked worried over Jirou, but with Sato speaking to the girl, Kaminari had let them be. Fitting.

 Fumikage knew of the darkness and its ability to seduce others into its fold. Sato nearly falling to it was no surprise, and he offered a rope down to Jirou, who appeared to be on a ledge, able to free herself from it, much like someone who fell into a canyon to land on an outcropping.

 Sato reminded Fumikage of boys who rarely experienced discrimination outside the bullying he'd faced as a child. A boy with a Quirk fitting to be a hero and one who wasn't too bad-looking. He would have been a crowd favourite among his peers after, as he said, he got taller and bulked up. The reveal of Sato’s past did not startle the bird-headed teen. Too many were swayed by the masses into bullying others because they worried about becoming victims themselves—Sato’s strength in not succumbing impressed Fumikage.

 It made him wish his friend had done the same so long ago.

 “Tokoyami and Dark Shadow are out of bounds!” Midnight declares. “Midoriya is the winner!” Midoriya beams, smiling even as she jogs over to Tokoyami.

 “Good fight, you two!” she says to Tokoyami and Dark Shadow.

 “You as well,” Tokoyami says. Midoriya offers her hand, and Tokoyami takes it, prompting cheers. The screen moves to show the people watching.

 “She’s doing really good.” A heroine says to her neighbour. “I can’t wait to see what she does next!”

 “Agreed.” The man says. “She’s going to be a real contender in the future.”

 “Seeing her rip up the floor to throw was kind of funny,” offers a blue-skinned woman, obviously Bubblegirl. I wonder why Sir asked me to observe this area rather than the third year… maybe he wants a new intern? If so, I’d suggest her! She seems pretty smart.

 “… oh the IRONY,” Toshinori said as Shouta snorted at him. Hizashi just chuckled.

 Meanwhile, Bubblegirl pursed her lips, looking at the screen with displeasure. She didn't know what to do now. She loved working with Sir, the weird-ass tickling machine aside. They only ever used it to weird out potential interns or suspects anyway.

 But the knowledge he had lied had hired Togata to be a successor for All Might… what would he have done if the boy hadn't accepted the Quirk? Pour? Complain? Alienate him? She didn't know, but it was frustrating to her.

 She didn't want to leave Sir. She loved working for him and loved learning from him. But Bubblegirl didn't know if she could trust him. Not anymore.

 And it hurt.

 Uraraka is shown standing up from her seat, looking very nervous. Iida sees her stand. “Uraraka?” he asks.

 “I’m going to head to the waiting room,” Uraraka says nervously, glancing at where Bakugou sat, scowling at nothing. He spots her look and smirks at her.

 “Better say your prayers, Round Cheeks,” Bakugou says. It causes her to frown, the girl walking away. Iida follows her, not hesitating a second.

Katsuki smirked. Putting Round Cheeks in her place would be as satisfying as stomping out Deku, which he was eager to see. She better end up in the final round against him! He needed to make her pay for her continuing to turn everyone against him.

The screen moves to show Mioriya taking her daughter from All Might, smiling at her mentor.

 “Thank you again, Yagi,” she says.

 “Of course.” All Might laughs. Midoriya walks away, heading back to the stands. On her way, though, she runs into Uraraka and Iida.

 “Oh, hey…” Midoriya blinks, and suddenly, her eyes widen. “Oh.”

 “I…” Uraraka swallows. “I’m going to fight Bakugou.”

 “You are,” Midoriya says cautiously. Iida sighs.

 “There’s little I can say about it that won’t come off as patronizing. He’s the type to go all out,” the group's sole male says.

 “At least he won’t go easy on me 'cause I’m a girl,” Uraraka says shakily. Tomoe makes a noise.

 “Sleepy,” the toddler whines, burying her face into her mother’s shoulder. Midoriya pats her back as she studies her friend.

 “I could give you a few strategies I have for him, but I doubt you want them,” the green-haired girl says. “You want to beat him at his own game.”

 “Hell yeah!” Ochako said. She didn't know how she felt about fighting Bakugou. But she was going to try her best to kick his ass.

 Meanwhile, Katsuki scoffed at the screen. In Round Face’s dreams.

 “I… listening to the talk about Iida fighting that 1B guy and our discussion with Yaoyorozu, I know I’m a little… too focused on my Quirk,” Uraraka admits. “I have a few ideas myself, but… I don’t think I’ll win.”

 “You can,” Midoriya disagrees. “You can win, Uraraka.” The brown-haired girl shrugs, looking down. Iida looks uncomfortable, rubbing the back of his neck.

 “I hope so, but… well, I don’t have much strategy up my sleeve other than gleaning some from you and your analysis.” Uraraka frowns. “And my fighting ability isn’t that great. I won’t last.”

 “Don’t talk about yourself like that,” Midoriya orders. “You’re a great fighter. You brought up ideas on how to make weapons and improve your suit last time we talked!” she looks earnestly at Uraraka, who flushes in response.

 Ochako felt her cheeks warm. When Midoriya looks like that at you… it's hard not to feel amazing…

 “Teenagers!” was the consensus at the blush from Uraraka. All of them were just incredibly into other people half the time. Hormones were raging around. Plus, with heroics?

 Any teacher at a hero school will tell you that hormones are crazy and that Sex-Ed classes always come after an incident on an internship where some high-stress situation led to people making out or going further than that with their peers. They tried to emphasize other forms of stress relief, but after a near-death experience, some people forgot all about it. They tried to lessen it, at least.

 Still, it was pretty funny to see teenagers acting like idiots.

 “Still….” Uraraka let out a breath. “I’m going to do my best. I hope to see you both in the finals.” She straightened her back. “I’ll kick both your asses.”

 “You’re welcome to try.” Midoriya grins, stepping aside to let her friend pass. She turns to Iida. “She’s gonna make it.”

 “I hope so. Bakugou has little honour.” Iida frowns. “Though All Might-sensei has a point that sometimes honour gets in the way of fighting.”

 “Well, she’s at least going to put the screws to him,” Midoriya says. “He’s in for a fight.” She pauses. “How are you feeling about your match with Shinsou?”

 “Oh, I’ll lose,” Iida says instantly. Midoriya looks at him in surprise. “I watched him during his first match, and while I don’t know how he activates his Quirk, I don’t doubt he’s going to trip me up.” Iida shrugs. “He’s smart, and he’s trained with you.”

“Awww,” Hitoshi joked. “Cause his crush trained me; he thinks I'll win.”

 “Not going for her yourself?” Atakani asked.

 “Huh? Oh!” Hitoshi coughed, cheeks feeling warm. “I mean, maybe? She's cute, but I'd probably let her make the first move if she was interested. She's been through a lot.”

 “Makes sense,” Atakani said. “Though I'll point out he also said you were smart. Which you are even if you're a dick at times.”

 “Ouch,” Hitoshi snorted but had to accept it. He was a bit of a dick.

 “Why do both you and Uraraka say you get inspired by me, or my training can make him win?” Midoriya asks.

 “Because you’re honestly amazing,” Iida says. Midoriya squeaks, shaking her head even as her cheeks flush. Iida seems to realize what he said as he also goes red. “I… well, you are. As horrible as it sounds, you overcome so much in your life and keep standing. You’re so inspiring like that, and your analysis is brilliant.” He rubs the back of his neck. “You’re also an amazing friend Midoriya.”

 “You guys are too.” Midoriya disagrees. “You both accepted me easily and stood by me at the trial. You helped when mom kicked me out of the house, and you’ve always backed me up. I… I don’t think I’d be the person I am now without you guys.” She beams at Iida, who flushes even more, his eyes widening as the light in the hallways makes the girl almost glow.

 “She's freaking angelic,” Denki groaned. “Look at her! So earnest and kind!”

 “This is going to be hell having classes with a cute girl,” Sero agreed.

 As the people interested in girls sympathized with one another, Nezu chatted on the phone with Fatgum. “Of course, she can come here! Aizawa will be here after lunch to help with her Quirk!”

 And keep her out of the Commission’s hands. While not all of the organization was corrupt, enough of them were he felt uneasy about the potential of a young girl who could make people vanish with her Quirk being around them. It was something that they would take advantage of.

 At least the few good ones, such as Chang, were around to counteract the bad.

 “Mama, nap,” Tomoe says, interrupting the moment. Midoriya giggles a little, making Iida go even more crimson.

 “I’ll take you to the announcer’s booth. It’s mostly soundproof.” Midoriya says. “I’ll see you later, Iida.”

 “Bye,” the boy says reflexively as he watches her go. He then covers his face with one hand.

 “She’s a fucking liar, you know.” A voice says. Iida removes his hand to turn to see Bakugou glaring at him.

 “Seriously?!” was the general thought. Why was this guy continuing to butt his nose into things?

 “What?” Iida asks.

 “Deku. She’s a fucking liar.” Repeats Bakugou. “Auntie is the nicest person, and Deku just loves to-“

 “I believe Midoriya has made it clear that she is more of an expert on her own mother than you could ever be.” Iida interrupts. Bakugou glares at him.

 “Deku is a liar who is obsessed with me,” the boy claims arrogantly. “Always following me around and acting like-“

 “Stop with the lies.” Iida sighs. “No one believes you, Bakugou. No one cares what you think. I don’t know WHY you’re so obsessed with the idea that Midoriya secretly stalks you or that she… has some sort of thing against you? If anything, she has reason to, given your actions against her.” Iida waves a hand. “All you’re doing is making yourself look ridiculous.” He walks away, leaving a gapping Bakugou behind. A scowl crosses the blonde’s face.

 Nothing makes sense. His voice rings out his thoughts. I’m going to be the greatest hero! Why does everyone act like this?! I should be the one with everyone listening to me; I should be the one Half and Half challenged; I should be breezing through these fights, offered challenges but coming out on top! I should be top of the class! None of this makes sense!

 “Wow, that superiority complex is driving him today,” muttered a civilian. “I mean, come on. He's already been told off and is being confronted with the fact he's not the best before. Why does he keep DOING this?”

 “Teenager stupidity mixed with no one ever properly disciplining him.” his friend said.

 In UA, people congratulated Iida on standing up to Bakugou, while in his home, Katsuku scowled.

 It didn't make sense! None of it did! Why did he keep getting the short end of the stick? Okay, sure, MAYBE he was wrong about Deku a bit. But he was still the best. He had ruled Aldera; why wasn't he ruling UA like he should be? Why did they all seem to ignore him? He was proving himself now, right? Auntie Inko was changing, which meant he was right! Things would work out. He'd win the sports festival and show that he was the best. He knew it.

 The boy stomps off as the screen changes again to show Mrs. Midoriya sobbing with a tissue pressed to her face. She shakes as she watches the screen where Todoroki is shown fighting Asui, who leaps out of the way of ice blasts.

 “I messed up. Oh, Izumi, I’m so sorry,” the woman sobs. Her phone begins to ring, and she wipes at her face, reaching out to grab it. She checks the front and gives a shaky smile. “Dear?” she asks as she presses the phone to her ear.

 “Inko! I saw the broadcast; what’s going on?!” a voice asks. It’s the same voice from the shadowy figure seen before, the leader of the League of Villains. Inko bursts into tears.

 “Our baby got hurt, and I fucked up so bad, Hisashi,” Inko cries. “I thought she should focus on finding a husband because of her Quirkless status and have children to repopulate. Tomoe… our grandbaby was a distraction, and I drove her away!” Inko sobs over the phone.

 “Oh, now she sees where she went wrong when I'm proving myself,” Izumi muttered as Shouta got a call that he went to sit inside their car for. Izumi dropped an armful of trash onto the tarp they had for the junk. “Now?”

 She didn't want to think about it. She had been trying not to. But damn it! Why did she have to show up again?

 “What?” the voice asks dangerously. Inko sobs some more.

 “I… I was so mad and stupid, and she… she moved in with her teachers. I lost custody.” Inko cries. “I didn’t mean to! I just… she couldn’t be a hero; she was so delicate and gentle, and then she got that Quirk and…” Inko shakes her head. “I messed up. I couldn’t be wrong, but I was, and now she’s gone.”

“… I see.” The man’s voice goes soft and dangerous, but Inko doesn’t notice. She’s too busy crying.

 She also doesn’t notice when a portal opens behind her, and Kurogiri steps out. She vanishes through another portal, given no time to scream. Shigaraki steps out from the portal Kurogiri does, frowning.

 “… what?” Izumi asked.

 “Make it look like she ran,” the younger man mutters as he scratches his neck.

 “Of course Shigaraki Tomura.”

 The screen goes black.

 “NO!” Izumi screamed, eyes staring at the screen. What happened to her mother? What were they doing to her? What was going on?!

 “Izumi-” Toshinori said, a hand reaching out to touch her shoulder, but Izumi ignored him.

 “What happened? What is going on?! Why… did…” Izumi tried to think it through. What was going on? Why… a thought occurred to her, tumbling out of her mouth as she spoke, "Is that why she vanished now?”

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Notes:

-I saw a post talking about how Ojiro has a right to be annoyed with Shinsou and gotta say, I agree. So here’s the call out. At least in this AU, Shinsou never did that.

-Love Shot is kind of me poking at the ‘Shinsou has a victim complex’ stuff I’ve seen before. It’s a personal thing, but I find myself disliking a lot of these fics because they tend to go from 0 to a hundred in seconds. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve read great antagonist Shinsou fics and fics where he never becomes Izuku’s friend. But wow those fics are… yikes. Love Shot is someone who did have a few bullies and made it their entire personality. Fighting against discrimination! They have risen above their pasts! Blah-blah-blah. They’re just a fucking bastard. Good hero, still a dick.

-DRAGON AGE SERIES NEEDS TO BE REMADE TO BRING IN NEW PLAYERS AND FRANKLY THEY SHOULD JUST MAKE ALL COMBAT LIKE THE FIRST GAME. That is all.

-Jirou and Sato being bros, and Jirou realizing she’s not a horrible person!! Knowing I’m about to get a million ‘But Bakugou’ comments: Bakugou canonly keeps going back to his shitty personality. (or did at the time of this writing. Still not sure if the spoilers are true) He gives lip service to changing but defaults afterward. While yes, it takes time, the fact is in my opinion Bakugou won’t change until he has no choice but to. Jirou though is shown she’s wrong, and while she didn’t want to believe it, is forced into accepting it. She also has friends who will call her out, not like Bakugou who has friends who brush it off as ‘just his personality’.

-i have no clue where Mustard came from but here! While in AR he has a different story, I looked up his Quirk here and as far as we know it's just sleeping gas. So I went with this: he got bullied as a kid due to a weak Quirk that was ‘girly’ like Midnight until she proved her badassery. He started targeting another kid. While Sato did it so no one bullied him, Mustard did it cause he wanted to make others feel like he did. It exploded as said.

-The Tokoyami fight was fun. Solved by Izumi ripping up the floor? Good times.

-I had way to much fun with the Iida/Uraraka/Midoriya scene and then the scene with Bakugou, because he would follow. Look at him following Todoroki and Izuku in canon.

-Bakugou really doesn’t understand why no one is siding with him here, and it’s kind of really fascinating to write because like… he is that guy in canon. He’s just that arrogant. And the idea no one believes that Izumi is this villain confuses him. Nothing is going to his plan and he’s lashing out so hard because of it. In a way, I think I’m writing him with autism because I’m a little like that when plans don’t work out. It’s just Bakugou gets violent and his arrogance makes it worse, unlike me who just pouts.

-I debated about Inko, I really did! The idea of dragging it out, making it hurt so bad occurred to me but then I went: nah, Hisashi murdered Yamanaka he’s gonna murder her now to. But this is why on Tumblr I expressed regret for taking her out so soon in ‘present time’. Imagine her seeing this and realizing how little she mattered to her husband.

-Small announcement: I kind of have another reaction fic in the works!! It's vastly different and the basic plot is: Izumi is a trans girl who has a pact with a Fae Lord making her a warlock and she is in hiding with her little sister Eri. And that's just a very basic summary! It's going to be poly (Tenya/Izuku/Ochako/Tsu) and its going to be dad might to the core. It's still in the works but it's going to be fun to write both of these stories. It's also a slight D&D crossover (depending on how you define slight). I could make it its own story but I'm having fun with making it like a show so… yeah.

[catcrazyx]

for the ask game...... KAITO!! :D

EHEHE MY BABY!!!!!!!!! :DD THANK YOU!! Of course my fav character of all time, like really :3 right up there with Chiaki eheh.

Favorite thing about them: Basically everything!! He's such a complex and interesting character, I feel like there's soooo much to him, he's so cool to get to know more of, and his character alone gives me the opportunity to explore a lot of deep interesting topics and seeing things more grey rather than black and white. Besides, he's not perfect, and even though I love him, I found myself disagreeing with him a lot, which is seriously so amazing, I love flawed characters which make them more relatable and human!! Now more into Kaito himself, LIKE HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING, LIKE HE ACTUALLY ALWAYS CARED ABOUT EVERYONE AND WANTED EVERYONE TO SURVIVE AND FOLLOW THEIR DREAMS AND BE HAPPY! He hides himself bc he's scared to be seen as weak, but also bc he's scared of not being relied on, and if nobody relies on him he can't help anyone. He always puts others above himself even if he appears a bit cocky sometimes, he shows to be very insecure deep down, when he said "you fell for a guy like me" I literally CRIED, he deserves so much love. When I first saw him I thought he was a bit out there, and his design was not my thing, apart from the space design on the jacket, but now he's like super hot, everything about his design is beautiful bc it's so unique of him and I love him, even that stupid goatee I wanna touch it so badly AHHHH Kaito with his hair down also >>>>>> -

Least favorite thing about them: Like I said Kaito is not perfect, and what I dislike about him has got to be how he treated Ryoma. I wish they had gotten a better treatment like in the manga we get to see how Kaito really feels about Ryoma and Ryoma would also surely appreciate that support. But in the game, Kaito was very insensitive for sure, I consider that there's more deep down besides the idol thing, like, everybody forgets that Kaito was already dying by that point and he knew that. Him seeing his idol giving up on life when Kaito thinks he has a "choice" (it's not a matter of choice, but following Kaito's train of thought here) but Kaito himself does not have a choice, he has so many dreams but he knows he's dying and I feel like that must have had some impact on why he treated Ryoma like that, relating again, with the fact Ryoma was his idol, someone whom he admired to follow his own dreams, so I know it must be heartbreaking for Kaito, but it was still very insensitive, and I really wish they at least had some better interactions in UTDP, bc I really think these two deserved to be on better terms. -

Favorite line: J-Just one???? Nah, that's illegal. Here have a bunch of lines: 1. "Being able to share your burdens with others… that's how you get stronger" 2. "Hey! Were you guys making out while I was gone?!" 3. "Hey! Who you calling NPC, you A-S-S!?" 4. "If you want to give up, wait until you've done everything you possibly can!" 5. "The impossible is possible! All you gotta do is make it so!" 6. "No matter how many times we fight, we smile in the end... that's what true friendship is!" 7. "Sometimes you gotta be a little reckless to make your dreams a reality!" 8. "That could have been anyone walking around in women's underwear! Even me!" 9. "That's because, limits don't exist unless you set them yourself" 10. "I believe in you." -

BrOTP: With Himiko!! Not actually related, they are best friends! I had made a "understand my friendship" in 5 minutes post where I showed a bit their dynamic. Kaito sending Himiko very cute memes and images, while Himiko sending cursed things just to scare Kaito, but in a lighthearted way! Kaito actually believed in Himiko's magic or at least on how she wants to make people smile with her magic and I'm sure he'd help her believe in herself more. Also Kaito would totally give Himiko piggyback rides when she's tired!!! Another BrOTP is with Kazuichi! They'd be such good bros! Ahh I wish they had interacted at some point, they'd totally bond! I love how some people made comics showing how Kaito would help Kazuichi get over Sonia, move on and become someone he can be proud of, learning to love himself and chase his passions. Also how Kazuichi would talk about rockets with Kaito, I love them so much!! -

OTP: SAIMOTA IS LOVE, SAIMOTA IS LIFE!! They support, admire, love, care, never judge one another. They are so sweet and so cute and adorable and they are also so gay, like... I could be here talking about them forever (I was, but CHARACTER LIMIT ON TUMBLR SOMEHOW??) Anyway, they fit so many themes and aesthetics, like, Saimota is literally SEASONS, like, spring, summer, autumn, winter!! They also fit so well either cottage core or even like city streets, neon lights, parties, they are perfect in every way. They hold hands to comfort each other. They switch their roles a lot, always support each other equally and communication is really their strength!! They already went through that development in the game, and it's perfect. Anyway, special other OTP mentions: Training Trio, Oumota, Amamota, Akamota, Momoharu, Gokumota, Cyberspace and basically yeah, any ship with Kaito is great. -

NOTP: With Junko. Keep her away from my boy. I saw some people make some headcanons of them interacting, no, no no no no NO. My boy deserves love and happiness! -

Random headcanon: Kaito never met his dad and his mom left him, so that's why he grew up with his grandparents. He was always dreaming and studying so he was actually a very lonely kid, but he'd always be happy and smiling bc he wanted to make his dreams come true! Also all of Kaito's clothes have some sort of space design or space related thing about them bc I say so. -

Unpopular opinion: Kaito is not homophobic or misogynistic. He has toxic masculinity traits, but he always respects women, he may have made some sexist comments, but it was never out of hate for women or for seeing them as less than men?? Kaito didn't see Maki as weak because she was a girl, he invited her to the meeting of who would fight Monokuma in ch.1, he also invited a bunch of other girls, he clearly respected their strength. Even if he says "a man shouldn't apologise so easily" Kaito does apologise when he needs to and he also says that to Kaede, he tells her to not apologise for something that's not her fault, clearly showing how he doesn't treat women differently. And he's not homophobic just because of a very misplaced word that came out of nowhere and didnt' mean anything for anything at anything in the story, characters, dynamics, relationships, plot, nothing. It was put there by the writers for nothing, it has no relation to Kaito's character at all, there's no other evidence of him being "homophobic", he's not homophobic!!! He may have some traditional views, and Kaito is stubborn about a lot of things, but he cares about others and I'm sure if they'd teach him more about it, he'd try his best to respect it, bc he can see the good in people deep down and that's always what he cares about the most! - Another unpopular opinion is that PG Kaito is not a bully, he's pretty chill actually, I consider him intimidating, but not physically violent!! I hate how everyone just decided to make him a bully to find an excuse to hate on Kaito. Kaito doesn't even have a canon sad face PG sprite in the wiki, for me he's even more chill than IG Kaito, he's just protective over the ones he loves. He'd NOT bully Kokichi or Shuichi, instead he'd be stepping in to protect them!! -

Song i associate with them: Oooo I have A LOT. I have already made a video for him with the song "Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots", but I have many others, which I don't want to reveal bc I plan on making a video with them in the future, so it's a surprise :) -

Favorite picture of them:

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT SHU LIKE HE'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING HE'S EVER SEEN, HE BELIEVES IN HIM AND IN HIS SKILLS AND AWWW HE'S SO PROUD

[prince-honeypaw]

Hi I’m poking you for thoughts on little Twice - 🎧

♡ I bite your fingers I bite I bite- ♡ No, really, I love baby Jin and I am more than happy to give my thoughts on him! Did end up a little short, but I hope that's ok!

♡ Has an incredibly wide regression range, able to go anywhere from one to thirteen with no preference toward any particular age. It's easier to get him down smaller when he feels at his safest, but he generally doesn't go that small if he can help it.

♡ When around infant to toddler range he is a clingy, cuddly, needy little barnacle that latches onto his CG of the day (Usually Magne, Mr. Compress, or Giran, though sometimes Toga). He's a total lap baby and will make the most heartbreaking sounds when moved.

♡ Jin is also very tender with his plush toys and always has his pacifier clipped to one of them for safe keepies!

♡ When regressing around five to nine, he's an unintentional menace. Jin likes to explore and test theories when no one is looking, and sometimes these theories are as simple as: "How many frogs can I put in the kitchen sink before Kurogiri catches me?"

♡ And the answer is way too many. It was frog anarchy and Big Sis Ken said that if another frog enters this bar she is going to make a swear jar but for frog crimes.

♡ With how often his regression smears into unidentifiable mush, Jin tends to use things like pacifiers, sippy cups, bottles, and the like no matter how big he feels. It's better to have his teether when he's twelve than to bemoan its absence.

♡ An emotional crier! He just has so many Big emotions and it's the easiest way to just... Let it all out. He'll cry about anything from being moved out of prime nap area to getting to pet the scrappy alley cat behind the bar.

♡ He loves pitbulls so much! All dogs are good dogs to him, but he feels like pitbulls are just so misunderstood. Jin loves their big, square heads and kind smiles and will tell you that they were called "nanny dogs" once! It does not matter if he has told you this before, you will hear it again.

♡ Decisions are incredibly difficult when he's in his headspace and can sometimes pull him out of it. If there are more than two options for something he will get extremely upset! Big Sis can always help him figure out what he wants or needs with a little patience.

♡ In his older ages he hangs out with Shuichi and Tomura a lot! They always have the coolest games that Magne says he's too little for... The Forbidden Snack of activity.

♡ When he's smaller he still hangs out with Tomura pretty often, but not as much as he'd like since Tomura regresses very small. So, he will let Himiko decide what they're going to be doing that day or snoops around to see what Dabi is up to.

♡ His regression is very messy and has a lot of ups and downs, but he always knows one thing for certain: Being with his little hodgepodge family of misfits feels like one of the safest places in the world.

[mayzie-grobe]

✨i've been playing the sims 4 since it came out, nine years ago !! and i wanted to show off as many of my legacy founders (and heirs) as i found the time to makeover. list of their challenges below !!✨

ellie cahill + rhiannon irving ⭐ classic legacy gen6 heirs

i've never completed a full 10 generation legacy, but the closest i ever came to was my mahi'ai family legacy--link to plumtree in case anyone's curious--that i made probably about four or five years ago. both of these girls are cousins and were my next gen heirs, sharing the title, but i never played passed their teenagehood because my cc became outdated and then my laptop died 😔

gunnaifer glock ⭐ vampire legacy founder

okay gunnaifer is..she's special to me, ok. my first semester at college, as a joke i had two of my friends make vampires in the sims and then i made gunnaifer so we would each have a vampire. because vampires (technically) don't die, the legacy didn't get very far...but maybe someday i will share her heir, and apprentice, kovo'lettre.

sienna kibo ⭐"i'm surrounded by idiots" challenge gen2 heir

i don't remember much from this challenge other than it being a lot of fun, and showing me the extent of the parenting skill (lol). maybe i'll pick it back up with sienna, but it has stayed unplayed for years so...who's to say.

cyra ⭐ black widow challenge founder

okay !! so cyra was created with a friend of mine a couple years ago, i think i played the challenge for about a week before outdated cc made me drop it (exactly like the classic legacy). cyra got to husband number 5 and she had 2 kids, and i don't remember her last name and i didn't write it down anywhere and i think that's both funny and sad. curse the game for automatically updating it when you get married !!! 😡

anika dreamer ⭐ nightmare legacy challenge gen2 heir

i don't remember much from my nightmare legacy, so when i opened it for the first time in a long time i was surprised to find all the sims i did remember had DIED. which. given the challenge made sense, but anyways so i revived anika to make her over. she had already completed her challenge and passed it on to one of her three sons, but she was a globally-renowned comedian and a stylish old lady. i love and miss her.

himiko kibo-tan ⭐ not-so-berry legacy gen3 heir

the one and only time i tried to do the nsb challenge, i got to himiko and i lost a lot of the motivation to play. i've thought about starting over, if not the whole thing than just generation three, but haven't gotten around to it. again, maybe someday !

rosalie ember ⭐ spellcaster legacy gen2 heir

THE LEGEND. im not even lying when i say that i spent multiple hours in the middle of the night, crazy out of my mind, trying to find this save. i must have deleted it for some reason ??? anyways, after accessing my old hard drive i finally found an older version of the save that had my baby rosalie in it. her makeover is probably my favorite. and yes, one of her parent's is morgyn ember. 🧙‍♂️

if you actually read ANY of that,, thank you,,, !! i don't think any of them will pop up on my blog again but..i don't know. anything is possible lmao 🤔

[rengo-katze]

✨ BakuToga / KatsuHimi finding out they're pregnant headcanons no one asked for ✨

+ Their first child was conceived during their honeymoon. Both were excited to try having a baby (meaning completely discarding birth control pills and doing the deed "raw" psychologically resulted into them doing it much more frequently 👀).

+ Needless to say, Himiko felt a change in her moods and physical state once a month had passed. At first she thought it was the December winter making her sluggish, but a quick store-bought pregnancy test made her many doubts invalid.

+ Unlike other scenarios she imagined, Katsuki was at her side the whole time, waiting impatiently 'til the stick showed the results. Himiko chuckled and told him that most men were away when women were taking the test and that he was being overprotective too soon.

+ Katsuki scoffed and asked her to reveal the stick immediately after the three-minute wait. He was so damn nervous. Of course, being a father was in his 50-year course of life plan to being a successful and contented family with Himiko. But he felt like this stick had their future depending on it and he didn't know what he would feel if it were negative. A failure on his part? Would they be forced to keep on trying?

+ Himiko on the other hand was calm on the outside but was actually freaking out on the inside. She was thinking way beyond what was infront of her: Where would they go to school? If they were a girl but had Katsuki's face, how would they deal with that? Was there a scientifically-proven way to make genders sure? Would she need to stop hugging random dogs in the street now because she read that animal fur can lead to adverse reactions with pregnant women?

+ And alas, the 3 minutes were up. And they agreed to look at the stick together. They counted 1... 2... 3!

+ Two lines. They both blinked. They were indeed expecting. 💓

+ Himiko immediately threw her arms up in the air as she jumped. She clung tight to Katsuki and nuzzled her cheek against his, screaming a string of "yeys" while kissing her partner's cheek every now and then.

+ Katsuki was too stunned to celebrate as quickly as his wife did but as soon as it sank in, he gave her a warm, tight hug; but also careful not to overdo it since he instantly knew she was fragile goods now.

+ "Hey, quit fucking squirming and yapping! You're now carrying our child!!" the soon-to-be father warned. Typical him for his first words of "celebration."

+ "But, but, but!! I'm just so happy, Kacchan! They're here. They're finally here! Our mini-you-plus-me, our little hooman experiment!! Ooohh, what are we gonna name them?? Would they like spicy things too? I hope they won't be as grouchy as their dad," Himiko laughed and teased her tense husband.

+ "Experiment?! It's too damn early and too fucking creepy for you to say that, Himi. It's about time you tone down on that a little."

+ "And it's also about time you stop swearing in front of me and our baby, Katsu."

+ After being embarrassed for a second, Katsuki left their room to go cook up a snack for his wife. Himiko was slightly confused since it wasn't lunchtime yet but her husband shooed her off the kitchen saying that he needed to cook for her more frequently now that she's creating their mini-hooman from scratch.

+ "They say you need a lot of calcium as well since you're building bones. Grab a glass of fresh milk from the fridge and sit tight, will ya? I'll make every meal extra special from now on. And lay off the housework, got it?"

+ Himiko beamed with happiness. Thank god for fatherhood, she guessed.

+ "Thanks, my hubby-wubby!~ But it'll be so damn boring for nine months here inside the house so lemme at least do a bit of housework."

+ "No, we're not having our first fight as parents, Honey."

[spittyfishy]

Hey there I’m the type of person who loves family au’s from danganronpa.

So let’s just say you’re remanent au and the family au are combined.

Who would be the parents and how much angst would be in the storyline?

(You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to I’m just weirdo who loves angst and danganronpa famiy au)

Hi there! I’m not 100% sure if by family au you mean like ‘certain characters get paired up and have their own kids’ or ‘assign the remnants to all the rolls in a family like parents and children’

Regardless, first off the bat I’ll just say technically Any relationship between the remnants would be Extremely toxic, it just comes with the territory of despair lol. With that out of the way, the ships between remnants for the au are Kaito and Maki, Suichi and Kaede, Miu x Kiibo (Miu already treats the monokubs as her children so there’s a sudo family au right there lol), then tbh I think Himiko probably still has feelings for Angie despite Angie's complete lack of interest in anything that isn’t Junko related. Similarly Tenko is completely in love with Junko (all the remnants are to a certain degree but Tenko is just next level). Kirumi doesn’t have time for a relationship but she likely would need an heir for her empire (Ryoma is in the same boat) so if it was a family au those two would have at least one child each too.

I don’t have too many other thoughts for a V3 remnant family au,

However…

I do have a separate au that I haven’t talked about on here yet which involves Remnant Peko finding a baby while out on a mission and adopting it. She then has to try and keep the baby a secret from the other remnants and she basically just takes the baby and runs. The others eventually catch up with her and bring the two of them back to the remnant headquarters, and a big debate starts about what to do with the infant.

The remnants are split into two camps, team ‘Keep The Baby’ and team ‘Eat The Baby’ lol. Ultimately team Keep The Baby wins, so then Peko has to start raising her daughter in and amongst the remnants and hijinx and angst ensues (including another child entering the mix (thank you Mikan))!

If anyone wants to know more just lmk!

[i-cant-sing]

Birthday: Yandere Dad Dabi x toddler reader

This is not how Dabi had planned your birthday.

He had planned to wake you up with your birthday breakfast: chocolate chip pancakes that were slightly burnt crispy on the edges and was drowning in maple syrup, powdered sugar and sprinkles. You know, just to get you high on sugar because he knew you were gonna need it for local fair he was gonna take you to, win you some prizes and then buy you the strawberry cream cake from the bakery on the way back home, and have a little pizza party with you and watch you open up the gift he'd gotten for you. Simple and quiet, just like every year.

He did not plan on being woken up by your scream.

Dabi rushed to your room, hands already on fire, ready to deal with the threat. Slamming your door open, he was met with the sight he'd never imagined in a million years.

Himiko and Twice jumping on your bed with you as they wished you a happy birthday, Twice holding a cake while Himiko opened a party popper.

"Happy birthday, baby!!!" Himiko exclaimed as she kissed your cheek, making you giggle. Twice was about to say something when you noticed your father and jumped off the bed towards him.

"Good morning, dad!" Dabi smiled before picking you up and walking towards his colleagues. "Morning. Happy birthday, darling." He kissed your head before lighting up the candle on the cake. "Make a wish."

You blew the candle as Himiko and Twice cheered. Dabi put you on the ground and nodded towards the door. "You can have the cake for breakfast if you go and wash up now." You squealed at the idea and rushed towards the bathroom.

Dabi's face turned grim as he looked at the two villains. "How the hell did you get my address- nevermind, what are you two doing here?"

"To celebrate Y/n's birthday, of course. Its my duty as her godfather!" Twice answered.

Dabi scoffed. "You're not her godfather." Jin's face fell, making Dabi roll his eyes. "Whatever. You guys wished her, now leave."

"No." Himiko said, her arms crossed against her chest. "We have planned a whole day for her, gotten so many gifts for her and we're going to take her with us."

"No." Dabi said, walking out of your room and towards the kitchen to drink some coffee. "Why not?" Himiko whined behind him, while Jin was still recovering from the shock that he is not your godfather.

"Because she is my daughter and I've already planned the day for us."

Himiko rolled her eyes. "You're saying it like you've gotten her tickets to Disneyland."

Dabi raised a brow. "Have you?"

She shook her head and grinned. "We've got something better."

"No. I don't trust you two."

Twice and Himiko both gasped. "When have we ever hurt her?!"

"You taught her how to throw a knife." Dabi pointed towards the wall behind him that had many holes in it. "Look at it. Now she throws them everyday- THERE'S STABS IN MY WALL, HIMIKO!"

Himiko furrowed her brows. "Sorry about that. I'll paint a target on the wall so that she can practise her aim better-" "No." "-yeah. we can discuss that later. But you need to know that we really have planned a great birthday for her! She's only gonna turn 6 once, Dabi! I promise its gonna be the best birthday ever!"

Dabi pondered on the thought for a bit. "No. She has had plenty of fun birthdays with me."

Twice pulled a face. "I beg to differ-"

"Then beg." Dabi finished him off, sipping his coffee.

Now not only Himiko and Jin were on their knees begging him to agree, but you were too, after you walked in on them and then immediately joined the two villains in begging your dad for something you didn't even know about.

"Please, please Dad!" You said, giving your best puppy face and cutest voice you could muster up.

Dabi narrowed his eyes at you. "You don't even know what they're asking for."

"No..." You pouted. "But I think it would make us all very happy! Besides, its my birthday! You have to listen to me! And I want you to give Aunty Himiko and Uncle Jin what they're asking for-! Please?"

Dabi looked at your puffed up cheeks, and then at his two menace of friends. He contemplated the idea. You always have celebrated your birthday the same way, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to change it up this year. Besides, as long as he is there with you, no harm will come your way.

"Fine."

And everyone cheered.

After eating the cake, Himiko quickly dressed you up and did your hair, because "Dabi, please let there be a picture of Y/n where her ponytails are not lopsided." After that, Himiko and Twice took you two to your favourite place in the world- the Hello Kitty theme park.

Now this was a very high end theme park, and tickets were always sold out. Dabi couldn't steal or even buy them on the blackmarket because of how much exclusive and in demand they were.

And yet, here you 4 were, standing in an empty theme park that is always packed throughout the year.

"Lets go, Y/n!" Jin toon your hand and ran inside.

Dabi looked at Himiko. "You closed down the whole place for her?"

She nodded and began following you inside. "Yeah. Turns out if you spread rumours and threats about there being a bomb, people sure listen to you."

After spending the whole afternoon at the theme park, Dabi and you walked the other two to the LoV base, although Dabi already had an idea why Himiko was so insistent on making him walk her and Jin back to the base.

"SURPRISE!" The whole LoV shouted as you walked in, making you scream and jump around in glee. The whole place had a Hello Kitty theme going on, looking like something out of your dreams.

Of course, you immediately ran and jumped into Kurogiri's arms. He was your favourite person, right after Dabi.

After greeting all the members, you cut the cake and opened up all the presents, and to everyone's surprise, even Grandpa AFO had gifted you- a mini car for you to drive around in, and no one would've said anything until they saw the brand of the car.

Tesla.

Dabi does not know how AFO got someone as high and unreachable as Elon Musk to create a mini car for you, and in all honesty, he is a little afraid to find out.

After that, Kurogiri transported you all to a laser tag place, which again, was completely shut down to the public. Dabi felt a little betrayed when you teamed up Tomura instead of him, but you insisted it was because Shigaraki was a better player and not because you he had replaced him as your bestfriend.

After you and Shigaraki won, you all went out to eat your favourite food. Dabi thinks that it must look pretty funny to the public to see this group of menacing and vicious looking people (that they're pretty sure are the villains they saw on TV) and 1 child in a tutu skirt, all of whom are munching fried chicken, right outside the park near KFC.

This was not how Dabi had planned your birthday.

But seeing the way your eyes lit up when everyone sang happy birthday, the way you felt like you were on top of the world when they gave you so many presents (he had Kurogiri teleport them back to his apartment), the way you hugged and thanked everyone for making this the best birthday ever, the way you kissed Dabi's cheek and thanked him for the best day ever and then falling asleep in his arms on the way back home... it made him admit that maybe this wasn't such a terrible idea. He might arrange something like this again next year, just to see you this happy again.

Dabi tucked you under the covers, smiling softly as he brushed the hair out of your face.

My precious baby, all tuckered out. Happy birthday.

He kissed your forehead before leaving the room to arrange the horde of gifts inside your room. But just as he was about to, the door bell rang.

Dabi looked at the time.

11:00pm.

He tutted. He hoped it was Natsuo, hell even Shotou's weird introverted ass would be better than having that red haired bastard coming here with gifts for you.

But when he opened the door, he saw... two cops.

He walked out and closed the door behind him, not wanting to disturb you.

"Mr Dabi?" one of them asked.

Dabi didnt reply.

"You're under arrest for-"

"Who sent you?"

Dabi's question changed the whole mood of the room from sour to... terribly bad. He knew no one except Natsuo and the LoV knew about his place, and he knew AFO kept some cops on payroll to make sure no one comes after him or you. So, this was clearly not something normal.

Dabi's eyes scanned them, watching how one of them discreetly tried to reach for his gun while the other tried to distract him by spewing some bull about having a warrant.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Dabi said, making eye contact with the man who was reaching for his gun. "You're standing very close to death, and if you don't want to meet your maker soon, then you're gonna tell me right now who sent you."

Dabi hoped he didn't have to do this the hard way, he's already tired from cleaning up, he just wants to go to sleep. This idiot better not pull out his gun-

The idiot pulled out his gun.

Dabi saw it coming and was quick to land a punch to his face and knock the guy out. Then he took ahold of the other guy and smashed his face against his apartment door, breaking his nose.

The guy was about to yell in pain when Dabi sudden lit his hand on fire right next to the cop's face. "You better not make a sound. I just put my kid to sleep, and if she wakes up, I'm gonna burn you to crisp. Do you understand?" The guy nodded, nearly pissing his pants.

"Good. Now you're gonna tell me who sent you. You better give me a name now, I'm losing patience."

The cop whispered a name, making Dabi's blood run cold.

"No, it cant- it cant be-" Dabi didn't believe him and cracked the guy's neck.

Maybe the other one will answer honestly. He thought, but when Dabi looked at the spot where he had knocked out the other cop, he found no one there. And as Dabi's eyes darted towards his open apartment door, his breath hitched,

He rushed inside, his world coming to a halt when he saw the guy holding a gun to your sleeping form.

"One more step and she's gonna have her brains splattered all over the fucking place!"

Dabi nodded slowly. "Okay, take it easy-"

"You get on your fucking knees, now!" Dabi did as told, eyes still trained on the gun to your head.

The cop threw a pair of quirk cancelling cuffs in his direction. "Wear them, you freak." Dabi did, lifting his hands up and showing him the cuffs were in effect.

The cop walked towards him, gun still in hand and smirking a bit. "That's your kid? Huh, maybe I should do her a favour and shoot you, so that she doesn't get to know how fucking crazy you are. Or maybe," he smiled cruelly. "- maybe I should shoot her. Cant risk her turning out a murderous bastard like you-"

The man was on the floor in a second, and it didn't register to him fully what exactly had happened until he saw Dabi on him, punching his face over and over with his cuffed hands.

The man was turning into a pulp, and Dabi only had to take a brief moment to free himself from the cuffs, a skill he had mastered over the years.

Dabi's rage seemed to double over as he felt his quirk activate again. "You dare to shoot a child? Point blank in the face? What kind of fucking barbarian are you?!" He saw him reach for his gun, but Dabi grabbed ahold of the cop's face and pulled.

"I'm gonna make you see how fucking crazy I am. Look at me-" The cop was in a dazed state, but Dabi's tight grip on his head had him looking right in the face of the devil. "-I'm gonna burn you, until no one can recognise you. There will be nothing left of you, nothing to remember you by. It would be like you never existed- I'm going to kill you in the most painful way." And with that, blue flames engulfed the man, his scream of pain ending in a second because of how quickly he turned to ash.

Dabi's eyes were still wide with anger, and he was breathing heavily as he contemplated whether he should go after their families-

"Dad?"

Fuck.

He looked up and saw you standing near your bed, but Dabi knew from the look on your face that you had seen everything. You just did not understand what had happened, but he knew you would never forget this night.

"Its okay, Y/n-" Dabi stood up, halting in his spot when he saw you back away from him.

You were... afraid of him.

Dabi was about to comfort you, hold you in his arms and tell you that this was all just a bad dream, just anything to get that scared look off your face, but then he heard the police sirens and Dabi knew shit would only hit the fan if you were involved.

"Y/n." Dabi said calmly, using his stern tone that he normally used when he would talk about something serious with you. "You're going to lock your door and go inside your closet. Hide there. Now." He watched you shut the door and lock it from inside, and he heard you run inside your closet.

Dabi leaned his head against the door. "Y/n, daddy's going to be gone for a while, okay? Don't worry about anything, Uncle Natsuo will take care of you. I'll- I'll come back for you, I promise-" Dabi heard the footsteps of the cops. "I love you, Y/n. I will always love you."

You held your breath as you heard your door being bashed in, and someone walking towards the closet.

The door swung open and you saw him.

"Princess?"

Enji only had to take one look at you to know that you had witnessed something terrible tonight. He just hoped you would forget about tonight, but deep down, Enji knew you were traumatised.

He slowly grabbed you and picked you up, letting you bury your head in his shoulder. "I- dad- he-"

"Shh, its okay, sweetie. Grandpa's here now, I'll take care of everything. Just go to sleep." Enji said, as he rubbed your back.

Rei rubbed a hand over her chest as she paced around her room. She was about to call her husband when he walked in with you sleeping in his arms.

Rei quickly took you out of his arms and rocked you gently. "How- how was she?" She whispered, her heart sinking when she saw the worried look on his face. "I- Rei, she was so afraid. I don't know what she saw, but Dabi had escaped the apartment, leaving a pile of ashes in the middle of his living room, and a body outside." He pushed a strand of hair over your ear. "You should've seen her face, Rei. It was- it was so bad. I- I don't want her to ever look like that again."

"And she wont." Rei said, kissing your forehead. "We'll raise her, protect her, be with her every step of the way. But we have to make sure no one talks about Dabi in this house again, it'll be too much for her."

Enji furrowed his brows at her. "You want to cut off ties with Dabi?"

Rei nodded hesitantly. "We must. For Y/n. God I just-" Rei choked on a sob. "-he's always been this selfish, hasn't he?. He should've just given her to us in the first place, let us raise her. I knew he couldn't. What kind of villain could raise a child?"

Enji remained silent, but Rei continued on. "Enji, you need to make sure that the Todoroki name will never be associated with Dabi. You will do what is necessary to make sure he never comes in contact with us or Y/n ever again."

Enji looked at her baffled. "He's our son, and Y/n is his daughter-"

"Do you really want a repeat of tonight? Wanna see Y/n suffer through this whole ordeal again? Have her watch someone get murdered in front of her eyes? Traumatise her again-"

"Fine." He finally gave in, making Rei nod.

"2 cops were found tortured to death in the notorious villain Dabi's hideout, last night. Unfortunately, he managed to escape before the authorities could catch him, and is now at large. Pro Hero Endeavour's agency as well as other pro heroes are going to be working hard to catch this monster-"

Dabi turned off the TV and lit up a cigarette. He never like watching news. He always knew they lied for ratings, conjured up stories that never happened, deceive people.

He didn't think Rei would deceive him too.

His own mother sent two cops after him, make him kill them, make you fear her own father, traumatise you just so that she could get her greedy hands on you, destroy your and his life. On the one day that you would never forget.

Dabi inhaled the suffocating smoke again, closing his eyes as he recalled the fear in your eyes.

This is not how Dabi had planned your birthday.

So, thoughts?

[liyawritesss]

Okay if you could, I would LOVE a cooking fic similar to the Bakugo, Shinsou, and Midoriya one but specifically with the LOV. Dabi, Shiggy, and my girl Toga need more love and some GOOD FOOD😫

ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴡ/ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ

Pairing: Dabi (Todoroki Touya) // Toga Himiko // Shigaraki Tomura x GN!Black!Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: In which you cook soul food with/for the LOV Members

Warnings: Some cursing maybe, otherwise pretty safe

A/N: I don’t typically write for Shigaraki - dude just makes me way too uncomfortable. I hope that it’s okay, though!!

Dabi (Todoroki Touya)

Kind of just….stares...awkwardly...while you’re cooking.

He’s seen you make stuff, just never said anything and never made it known he wanted to try it, possibly because of those deep-set mommy issues.

Due to very visible circumstances a lot of his nervous system is jack shit, but luckily his taste buds managed to survive, and it’s been a hot minute since he’s had a decent meal.

One day you plop a plate down in front of him - a full, like, 6 course meal made from scratch and smelling like heaven, and he gets so confused it comes out as anger.

Why would you make him something to eat? Did you view him as incapable of basic skills? Was he incompetent in your eyes?

The food stayed there for a while, he had left and so did you, he had passed buy the plate numerous times that day, breaking his composure more and more with each glance

It is only in the dead of night that you finally catch a glimpse of the scarred man finally taking a bite - the taste and flavors unfamiliar but inviting to his taste buds. 

Legend has it, he still only waits until the dead of night to eat whatever you happen to leave in the fridge as leftovers in the bar upstairs

Toga Himiko

Toga is definitely front and center in the kitchen while you’re cooking

Despite the sadistic nature of her personality, she still has some child-like innocence, and her curiosity is undoubtedly present whenever she’s watching you.

Always asking what spices you’re using, how long the greens have to cook, why are there so many eggs going into the baked mac-n-cheese

She’s actually pretty helpful, but keep her away from batters because she will do the ‘sticking her finger in every five seconds for a taste’ thing.

And she always, always, eats her fill. You get concerned at one point because she’s eating so much, but she always reassures you that if she doesn’t eat it, it’ll probably go to waste, and your food is too good to let waste away in the back of some cooler or fridge

You offered to make blood pancakes for her once and she went nuts cuz she thought you meant human blood

And while she was disappointed about the substitute being pigs blood, she wasn’t sad for too long when she saw and tasted the outcome - now its one of the only things she’ll ever eat from you.

Shigaraki Tomura

You keep him out of the kitchen when you’re in there, for obvious reasons. No one wants dead skin cells in their bacon and eggs.

Kind of thinks your love for your cultures food is irritating and stupid at times

That is, until he actually shuts the fuck up and tries it

Will not verbalize it but he actually likes it?

Food is so moist makes him wanna actually put on some lotion

Now he just kind of expects you to make him food, the entitled brat

And when you don’t he gets real fucking pissy, so much it effects the other LOV members

So to keep the peace you cook for him or whatever (it lowkey becomes a bargaining chip in your favor so lucky you for holding power over a piss baby)

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don't be shy to send a request!

[princess-of-the-corner]

Now I'm interested, what are some of your favorite picks for the cast? Any choices that don't make sense on paper but you have an odd reason for?

Oh for the bnha pmd thing? Okay so they're all pokemon and like. I have. I have Thoughts™.

Like we brianstormed half of this ages ago in the discord and then I made a joke and we brought it back up and Aki is making their own spin on it now(I love this for you btw it's fun and I love seeing the overlap on our thoughts)

ANYWAY: Who is what pokemon!

So first off. All of 1-A are first stage evolution because they're baby.

Izuku - Oh boy. Short version: Mew 3 but thinks he's a Shaymin. Long story will swing back to it eventually

Katsuki - Riolu! I had narrowed it down to Riolu, Cyndaquil, or Mankey, all for appearance and vibes and some in the power category. But then it was pointed out that Riolu evolves through /friendship. and I just. The narrative there? Beautiful.

Ochako - Cleffa! They're from space!

Kiri - Sandshrew! I knew he'd be a ground or rock type and Sandshrew's a vibe and they're all pointy, but also because my AU has Kiri and Tetsutetsu as siblings I wanted something to fit both of them as they'd be the same thing, and main Sandshrew is ground but the Alolan one is part Steel for Tetsutetsu

Shoto - Vulpix, still a Chimera so he's both Kantonian and Alolan.

Denki - Pichu. Like how can I not he already gets the Pikachu jokes but Pichu is extra baby and can't yet control the electricity!

Jiro - Noibat! Just fuckin look at it!

Tsu - Froakie. Frog!!! Will eventually be a Greninja and look at the similarities!

Fumikage - Murkrow. Once again. Obvious choice.

Hagakure - Kecleon! Invisible baby!

Ojiro - Aipom! Monkey! Tail is a hand!

Sato - Milcrey but like. Big one.

Momo - Eevee. Simple but many possibilities!

Himiko - Zorua. Known for disguising!

Mei - Tinkaton. It just. It's pink and it builds weapons!!!!

Monoma - Smeargle. he copies things!

All Might - Palafin. IT'S LITERALLY THE ONLY PERFECT CHOICE

Recovery Girl - Blissey. Nurse pokemon!!

Present Mic - Chatot. I have to make the gay bird be the other gay bird it's a pmd story I have to!!

Midnight - Slazzle

Cementoss - Conkledurr

Power Loader - Exadrill

Nezu - Ironically, the one random Human who got yeeted into the pokemon world.

AfO - A VERY pissed off Mewtwo.

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Going into the Todoroki drama for a second:

Enji is an Incineroar(Seriously LOOK AT IT).

Rei is an Alolan Ninetails, chosen because 1.) compatible with Incineroar and 2.) can make both fire and ice kids.

We're /kinda/ breaking some of how in-game genetics and abilities work for the kids to match their canon powers.

Toya is a Kantonian Ninetails but he got Snow Cloak instead of Flash Fire

Fuyumi is all Alolan

Natsuo is the opposite of Toya, being Alolan but having Flash Fire instead of Snow Cloak.

Shoto, as mentioned above, is a Chimera. So he got both the Kanto and Alola forms in one.

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Swinging back to Izuku's bullshit: Basically Dad for One but with me yoinking from my other Monster AU.

AfO being a very pissed off Mewtwo. Has become the thing he hated and tried to make another Mew, resulting in Izuku. Baby Izuku ends up teleporting his ass out of there and is found by Inko(a Shaymin). Imprints on her as a mother figure and unconsciously uses the transform ability to copy her form. Inko does not know what happened there but that is a baby and it's hers now damn it. Izuku knows Inko isn't his mom but isn't aware that he's not a Shaymin.

[five-rivers]

Long Night in the Valley 18

Last chapter!

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“I cannot recommend this course of action,” said Nezu, steepling his paws. “The commission will be looking for you.”

“Legally,” said Aizawa, “they can’t hold me for anything.” He had not, after all, done anything illegal. Anything he’d done in the dreamscape could be written off as, well, happening in a dream.

“The commission does not seem to care about that.”

“I’ve got to look after my students,” said Aizawa. “Even the ones who are idiots. Especially the ones who are idiots.”

“Quite so,” said Nezu. “Also, could you please let Midoriya know that his notebooks are safe? They are quite a monument to the art of quirk analysis.”

Aizawa closed his eyes. He would like to say that he was too tired for this, but the truth was that he was feeling well rested. He still wanted to crawl back into his sleeping bag and never get out. The things he had to deal with.

“You took Midoriya’s notebooks?” asked Aizawa. “Hizashi and Nemuri were frantic about those.”

“Indeed I did! They were also quite enlightening with regards to understanding the mental development of human young.”

There were so many things wrong with that statement.

“You’re a teacher. You run a school.”

“For teenagers, yes,” said Nezu. “Children Eri-chan’s age remain rather mysterious to me!”

“Midoriya’s development probably isn’t normal.”

“To be sure,” agreed Nezu.

Aizawa gave up.

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“Has anyone been able to figure out where Midoriya Inko is?” asked Gran Torino.

Naomasa startled from where he’d been half-dozing on his desk. He’d been unable to contact Toshinori and had instead, unfortunately for his sanity, spent much of the evening going over the spiderweb that was Midoriya and Toshinori’s family tree.

“Oh,” said Naomasa. “You really didn’t know she was your daughter? I assumed you knew where she was.”

“Don’t you have a lie detector quirk or something?”

“People always seem to assume that,” said Naomasa. “I don’t know why. But even if I did, you didn’t actually say you didn’t know. You just mumbled something about a ‘two-color brat’ and odds.”

Naomasa could almost see the gears turning in Gran Torino’s head. After all, Naomasa also hadn’t denied anything outright.

“Real cagey about your quirk, huh? I can respect that,” said Gran Torino. “I’d known about the baby. It would have been real hard for Nana to hide that she was pregnant from me at that point. Didn’t know it was the kid’s mom. So, no. I don’t know where she is.”

“Well,” said Naomasa, imagining all the terrible things that could have made an ordinary housewife like Midoriya Inko disappear so thoroughly. The commission, the League of Villains, random weirdos, other elements of the government, the remnants of the Shie Hassaikai, quirk cultists, angry All Might fanboys. It could have been any of those groups or none of them. It was, tangentially, possible that Midoriya Inko had managed to disappear herself, but extremely unlikely. “That’s not great.”

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“Huh,” said Himiko, brightly, “I would have thought that you’d be against stealing, Mom!”

“Had your supplier been closer, I would have preferred to avoid it, but different actions are appropriate under different circumstances,” said Inko, tugging futilely at the blazer she’d borrowed from Himiko. “You have to weigh the harm your actions may cause against their benefit. Stealing from a shipping center like this causes very little harm to individuals, but is a great benefit to us. Especially if we conduct ourselves stealthily and avoid casualties.”

It was at this point that Dabi, thrown over Machia’s shoulder, startled into consciousness and promptly lit himself on fire.

Inko sighed. She knew that heists rarely went completely according to plan, but they hadn’t even gotten to the planning part.

Ah, well. Time to improvise, she supposed.

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In Tartarus, a certain villain used a quirk to repeatedly dial a certain, cherished phone number. That the person on the other end wasn’t answering was starting to elevate his blood pressure enough that the technicians monitoring his vitals had started to notice.

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Izuku wasn’t sure when he’d fallen asleep, only that he must have done so at some point. The space he was in was dark, warm, and had an air of unreality to it. No up, no down, just a faint, steady pressure, as if he were underwater.

The sensation cleared, slowly. Izuku didn’t rush it. It didn’t feel like something that needed to be rushed.

He ran his hand over the textured fabric of the sofa he found himself on. On the other side of the sofa, doodling in a notebook, was his… His quirk, he guessed.

“Well,” said Kazuki, perched on a nearby armchair, “this is interesting.”

“Um,” said Izuku, “how…?”

“I have theories!” said the other him, beaming at Izuku from over the top of the notebook.

“What,” said Toshinori, sounding slightly panicked, “I thought we were done with this.” He gestured at the cozy room around them, currently populated by the nine holders of One for All, Search, and Izuku’s quirk.

He should probably name it (him?), at some point.

“This… experience will probably have side effects,” said Kazuki, “but I think we’ve been going in this direction for a while. We’ve been able to speak to you in dreams before.”

“Uh huh,” said quirk-Izuku. “This is how it’s supposed to work, I think. I haven’t gotten the best look at it yet, but I will.”

There were so many things that Izuku wanted to say right now. Toshinori beat him to it.

“Is All for One gone?”

“He isn’t dead,” said Souma.

“That’s not what he meant, Four,” said Daigoro.

“As far as we can tell, he isn’t in our minds,” said Rokuya. “He was pushed entirely into his own.”

Kazuki sighed. “Which, unfortunately, doesn’t mean there won’t be consequences to not getting that door properly closed.”

“This is why I said we shouldn’t let anyone in,” said Miranda, crossing her arms. “An attack is an attack.”

“Miranda,” said Nana, leaning forward to look her ancestor in the eye, “tell me you wouldn’t seriously regret killing a bunch of teenagers, even if they were ‘government stooges.’”

“Those are not the words I used,” grumbled Miranda. “You’re right, I would have regretted it. But I regret this, too.”

“If you’d done that, I’d be in pretty much the same position with the government, but my best friends would be dead, so…”

“She’s taking a tough pose,” said Rokuya, leaning over the arms of his chair and the couch to whisper to Izuku, “but she didn’t actually argue that hard when you were first hit by Suzuki’s quirk. It’s more of a devil’s advocate thing.”

“I am so confused right now,” said Search, one of her eyes twitching.

“Well, maybe if someone let me explain my theories it wouldn’t be so confusing,” said Izuku’s quirk.

“Didn’t I absorb you or something?” asked Izuku. Maybe it was all the trauma of the past day, or the fact that he was dreaming again, but it still felt like at least half his brain power was gone.

“Yep,” said the quirk, “but since you’re dreaming and we’ve been apart for a while, you’re seeing me like this.” He bounced slightly on the couch as he shifted into a kneeling position. “Also, I think it might be part of the same problem as the stockpile.”

It was really weird talking to, well, a part of himself like this. As soon as the quirk said something, it was like he’d already known it, he just hadn’t known he’d known it.

“It took you months to start thinking about One for All as yours, and we’ve only been back together for a couple hours. And before that, you’d only used me once. You hadn’t even named me yet.”

“What are you named?” asked Izuku. It might make it easier to refer to the quirk if he had something to call it. It? Him?

The quirk made a face. “Well, Daddy called me Replica, but even though that’s all he used me for, it’s not all I can do. It was so boring being with him, even though his quirk is so cool. I’m glad I’m back and you’ll use me lots.”

Izuku, still not sure what using his quirk would entail, despite the odd impressions flicking through his mind, didn’t say anything. The quirk didn’t seem to notice.

“So, I guess I don’t have a name, yet? You’ll have to decide.”

“Replica,” said Search, slowly. “Because you can copy quirks.”

Izuku’s quirk shrugged. “Yep,” he said, without concern.

“You copied me, too.”

“Yeah, but Daddy doesn’t have that copy anymore, and I didn’t get a chance to copy you again after he gave it away. I was too busy making a new copy of his. All for One is complicated.”

“Wait,” said Toshinori, something between horror and panic coloring his voice, “you mean, there’s another version of All for One floating around somewhere?”

“Yeah. There’s a lot of copies of a lot of things. But I can only hold onto one copy of a quirk at a time. I can only make new ones if they’re removed.”

Izuku nodded. That made sense.

“Where?” asked Toshinori.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t really tell what was going on in the real world or anything.”

“Probably in a noumu,” said Izuku, picking at his lower lip. “I don’t think Shigaraki had it, otherwise he would have used much more than decay, and I don’t think All for One would give it to anyone he didn’t control utterly. Hopefully it won’t be able to use it… Do you know?”

“Nope.”

Izuku sighed as the other One for All users started muttering about here we go again. He hadn’t really thought his quirk would know, because he certainly didn’t. “What did you mean about the stockpile?”

“Oh, I want to hear this, actually,” said Kazuki, leaning forward to rest his cheek on his hand.

“Are you saying you didn’t want to hear about the oth-- Oof!” Rokuya tumbled backward into his seat after taking a pillow to the face.

“Okay,” said the quirk, happily, “so, the stockpile quirk originally belonged to someone else.”

“My half brother, yes,” said Kazuki.

Izuku wished he knew the rest of the story behind that, he really did.

“Which meant that you were pretty genetically compatible with the stockpile quirk, so it didn’t kill you or mess you up physically a whole lot. But that’s not how your quirk, One for All, was supposed to interact with other quirks. You have a different mechanism.”

Images and impressions of that mechanism briefly impressed themselves on Izuku.

“So,” continued the quirk, “you didn’t really know how to deal with it, and it wound up damaging the stockpile a whole lot. From what I can tell…” He tilted his head. “From what I can tell, and I’ll be able to tell a lot more once you let me in properly, the quirk phantom for the stockpile was basically destroyed, and what was left got integrated in the One for All quirk phantom, which is part of you.” He nodded at Kazuki. “Which let you use the quirk more or less okay. But it wasn’t natural, and it made One for All really work hard to integrate it and the extra genetic part. And it had to do that extra work every time it was passed down, instead of passing on the quirks it picked up the right way. I think that also might be why it fades out of the previous holders, too, because from what I see, it really shouldn’t do that, unless maybe the stockpile works more like pouring liquid into a cup, and the pitcher can only pour into one cup at a time and--”

The quirk spoke faster and faster as he went, and Izuku was duly impressed by how much they could get out without having to stop for breath. That probably had something to do with not being a physical being.

“Anyway, once All Might passed One for All to Izuku, that changed, since he still had parts of me in him, and I can directly receive quirks, which meant that One for All could finally work the way it was supposed to and start incorporating the quirks of past users.” The quirk looked very pleased with himself.

“How does that bear on what’s happening between you and me now, though?” asked Izuku.

“You followed that?” whispered Daigoro, loudly. He, too, got a pillow in his face.

“Of course he followed that,” said the quirk. “I’m part of him, and I’m the one that’s saying it! But, the point is, getting a quirk yanked out or shoved in isn’t, you know, normal. It messes up how things are supposed to work. Even if it’s a quirk you’re compatible with. You don’t even know how I work, yet,” finished the quirk with a whine.

That was very true, and also something he had to fix as soon as possible. Once again, he found himself at a starting line that most other people his age crossed long ago.

“How do you work?” asked Izuku, leaning forward. He had a notebook in one hand, and a pen in the other.

The quirk grinned, and it was like looking in a mirror.

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“Okay, before we wake up, I have another question, for all of you.”

“Go ahead, Izuku,” said Nana, “you deserve answers, especially from me.”

Izuku blinked, recalled some revelations that had come up during the dreamscape… fiasco, he was going to call it a fiasco, and shook his head. “Not those questions, sorry, I’m still processing the fact that you’re all related to me. Any more and I’d explode.”

“Don’t worry,” said Toshinori, patting Nana’s hand, “we’re both very excited about being related to you.”

“Fair enough, please continue.”

“All of us being here, like this, does this mean you’ll still be able to talk in our heads and stuff?”

“No idea,” said Kazuki. “Haven’t really had a chance to try it out.”

“Okay, but if it does, do you think Toshinori and I will still be telepathic with each other?”

“I mean,” said Kazuki, looking between the two of them contemplatively. “He is here. You are here,” he told Toshinori.

Toshinori squinted at him. “Are you trying to feed me a line?”

“Hey,” said Izuku’s quirk, “you know what would make us and Toshinori telepathic with each other? Two copies of Mandalay’s quirk.”

“Oh,” said Izuku. “That would work, wouldn’t it? Can we do that? We can do that, but do we have the time?”

“If I followed your explanation earlier,” said Rokuya, “it would mainly depend on how unethical you felt like being.”

“We’re not going to be unethical,” said Miranda.

“That’s sure something coming from you.”

“Look, I never pretended to be a saint, okay?”

“Here we go again,” said Kazuki.

Search looked at Izuku, troubled. “You aren’t going to do that, though, are you? You aren’t going to take Telepath.”

“N-no!” said, Izuku, practically launching himself from the couch to wave his hands in negation. “No! We just like looking at quirks. Respectfully.”

Toshinori grabbed one of Izuku’s flailing hands and pulled him back into a seat between himself and Nana. “Yes, Izuku’s a very respectful young man.”

“And I will get you back to Ragdoll, if she’s okay with me using, well, that quirk on her, and I’m able to actually process it, I think it should…” He trailed off, looking for his quirk. He’d forgotten about it’s representation, for a moment. But the quirk was no longer sitting on the other couch.

Izuku looked down. The backs of his hands were covered in neat lines of dark freckles.

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It took Aizawa longer than he would have liked to actually get the time to drive out to the Wild Wild Pussycats’ campsite. As much as he would have liked to rush right out as soon as he got Nezu’s blessing, or as close to Nezu’s blessing as he was likely to get from the rat, it would still be stupid, illogical to rush out while the hunt for Midoriya and Yagi was still so hot. Not to mention whatever was going on with the League of Villains, who had been sighted stealing Vlad King’s car of all things.

(That brief sighting had been used as more evidence that Midoriya and the League were somehow involved, even though it was Yagi who had originally stolen the car.)

Plus, Aizawa’s students still needed support and guidance. Social media skill aside, they hadn’t ever launched this kind of PR attack against anything, much less a powerful branch of the government.

… Of course Aizawa hadn’t, either. He had a Tunglr account solely for posting and finding cat videos, and Trill, because a stupidly large number of villains posted their crimes there, but that didn’t mean he was active on either platform. He wasn’t an… influencer.

Still, the students kept asking for his opinion, so he was obligated to help. It may or may not have given him warm fuzzies in his chest, like when the alley cats had started coming up to him when they fed him, instead of hiding until he left.

Anyway, moving on.

He spent the next few hours after speaking to Nezu disgustingly energetic and somehow still overworked, put Eri to bed, started to head out to the car and was immediately ambushed by Recovery Girl, who wanted to make sure his quirk was working properly after whatever Midoriya had done, which involved fielding attacks from his students.

After that, Recovery Girl had given him a kiss on the forehead. He’d just enough time to hear her say something about how she hoped he would ‘adopt a respectable sleep schedule after all this’ before he passed out.

More than a little cross and exasperated with himself, he left the first thing the next morning. After driving off Midoriya's friends, who wanted to come with him.

Getting out past the surveillance that the commission had put into place and the reporters that had parked all around UA was a joke. Getting Hizashi to lend him his car was harder.

The drive was boring.

When he was almost there, he saw some suspicious marks near the side of the road, and stopped to look down. It was very difficult to see, but he suspected that he had found the final resting place of Vlad’s car. Clever of Yagi. Or Midoriya. Either of them could have thought of this expedient, if imperfect, method. The ruts the car had left as it went over the edge were unfortunate. Viewing the site from above might also reveal what had happened, and Aizawa had little doubt that Hawks and other flying heroes would be casing the area.

Aizawa got back into the car.

The campsite looked much the same as it had during the summer, except for the loss of leaves on the part of many of the trees. The buildings that had been damaged in the attack had been repaired. There were leaves caught in drifts in the lees of some of the buildings, and others were swept across the parking lot by the wind.

Aizawa squinted, then glared. There was a great deal more red left in those leaves than his drive so far would have led him to expect.

Knowing that turning back would be counterproductive, Aizawa parked and got out of the car.

Aizawa and Hawks stared at each other from across the parking lot. Red feathers danced in the wind, half-hidden by long-browned fallen leaves.

“I don’t know how he got one of my feathers,” said Hawks, “but I’m guessing it isn’t Dabi you’ve come to visit.”

“Why would I be visiting Dabi?” asked Aizawa. “That’s illogical.”

“I know, that’s why I said--”

“Why would Dabi even be here in the first place?”

“I gave him one of my feathers,” started Hawks.

“Why would you give one of your feathers to a villain?” asked Aizawa.

"To track him," said Hawks.

"Yes, but why would you give Dabi, a known villain, a feather to track him when you could simply take him into custody?"

"I've been assigned to track him back to the others--"

"Assigned? How illogical, but I shouldn't expect anything better from the Commission. To begin with, why would Dabi, knowing you can track your feathers, take one? That's even more illogical than You giving one to him in the first place.”

"He didn't know I--"

"If he didn't know you'd be here, how could he possibly be meeting you?"

Hawks and Aizawa stared at each other. Aizawa could see the glaze of confusion in Hawk's eyes.

Weaponized confusion like this was more Nemuri's thing, and she usually only used it to make enemies hesitate for long enough to take them out, which Aizawa couldn't do to Hawks. Not unless he wanted to be a fugitive, too. Was it too much to hope that Hawks would get confused and leave?

"Are you here to meet up with Midoriya or not?"

It was too much to hope.

"I'm here to pick up something of the school's. The summer training camp didn't end as planned. Why are you here?”

“I just told you.”

“No, you asked me if I was meeting Dabi.”

Hawks opened his mouth, shut it, and furrowed his eyebrows. “Huh. You’re right. I did. You know, you’ve really screwed up my attempt at being dramatic.”

“How embarrassing for you.”

This was not the way Aizawa wanted his first post-dream-coma conversation with Hawks to go, given what Midoriya had suspected about his treatment, but he didn’t have the luxury of being nice when his student’s welfare was on the line.

“You’re really mean, you know that?”

He did. “Is there a point to this, Hawks?”

Hawks grinned. “Nope! Just looking for Dabi, covering all my bases. Hope you find that thing you’re looking for.”

Hawks took off vertically, scattering leaves in all directions and leaving Aizawa staring at the sky in disbelief.

While not rivaling yesterday in terms of sheer stupidity, this was inching up his list of ‘days that sucked.’ It was nowhere near the top, of course, he was an adult with a violent and often fatal job, and before that he’d been a child training to do a violent and often fatal job. Bad days came with the job description. He had enough bad days that the dates alone would fill an entire phone book.

It didn’t stop today from sucking. Nor did it stop the creeping feeling that he would be experiencing many more particularly bad days in the near future.

He knocked on the door. Tsuchikawa, Pixie-bob opened it.

“I’ll take you to him,” she said.

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The campsite infirmary had been built with training both hero students and pros in mind. The key word here was training. The infirmary was equipped for relatively minor issues and emergency first aid, not surgery, not Yagi's ongoing health problems, and definitely not whatever was going on with Midoriya.

Whether even an entire, fully-equipped hospital could figure out what was going on with Midoriya, much less treat it, was a different question.

Regardless, when Aizawa was let into the infirmary, Midoriya was awake and sitting up in one of the beds, hands flying animatedly as he spoke to Kota. Yagi was in the next bed over, awake but not participating. The rest of the Wild Wild Pussycats were there, watching the interaction with slightly guarded expressions.

"Aizawa-sensei! You're here!"

"Young Aizawa," said Yagi, warmly, "I wasn't sure you'd be able to come. Is everything well?"

Aizawa felt his eye twitch. Objectively, logically, there was nothing terribly objectionable about the scene in front of him. Midoriya and Yagi had clearly been trying to update their disguises since the broadly televised fight with Hawks. This was not only advisable and commendable, but necessary.

All the same, Aizawa didn't see why they had to update their disguises like that.

"Wow," said Kota, "you all look like you could be related."

Midoriya blushed all the way to the roots of his straightened and black-dyed hair. Yagi, evidently seeing something in Aizawa's expression, removed the long black wig he had been wearing.

"We're just doing it to mess with Dabi," said Midoriya.

"Why is everyone obsessed with that pyromaniac today?"

"Everyone? Is Todoroki doing okay? Maybe I shouldn't have said anything…"

"He's fine," said Aizawa, resolving to look more closely at whatever Todoroki was doing to cope with Midoriya's revelation.

(Or conspiracy theory revenge for all the 'All Might's secret lovechild' nonsense. Honestly, now that he was awake and seeing things in the cold light of day, Aizawa was holding out hope for that, even though Midoriya didn't seem like a particularly vengeful child - Aizawa’s momentary fear for Bakugo yesterday aside.)

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Shouto sneezed. "Someone is talking about me," he announced.

"Come on, that's an old wife's tale," said Kaminari.

"Fuyumi is neither old nor a wife."

The clicking of keyboards came to a stop.

"Um, Todoroki--"

The door slammed open and Uraraka, Tokoyami, and Dark Shadow slid in. Uraraka whooped loudly, Dark Shadow cackling uproariously behind her. She hoisted a telescopic camera in the air.

"We've got aerial photos of all those jerks spying on us! Do your magic, Kaminari!"

Shouto returned to his own project, an expose on how the commission purposefully put pressure on heroes and families of heroes to participate in eugenics projects, using his own family as an example.

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"So," said Aizawa. "After everything that happened yesterday, I think I need an explanation."

Yagi started to sit up, and was pressed down firmly by Chatora.

“O-oh,” said Midoriya, eyes darting around the room as his hands fiddled with his hair, “yeah. I mean… I guess I owe you that, after everything… It was pretty confusing in there, wasn’t it, sense?”

"We can leave," said Sosaki, beckoning Kota over.

"No, no," said Midoriya. "There's- There's something I need to ask you- well, Shiretoko-san- later, and it'll make more sense if you hear everything."

Shiretoko frowned. “Something you need to ask me?”

“Mhm,” said Midoriya, nodding. “It isn’t- It isn’t a bad thing, I think.” He pushed his hair out of his face.

A fact that was occasionally taken advantage of by underground and undercover heroes was that a major change in hairstyle tended to distract from other small changes to a person’s appearance. In Midoriya’s case, small changes included an expansion of the pattern of freckles spread across his cheekbones. It wasn’t, quite, like what his quirk’s freckles had looked like, but it was much closer than it had been.

“It- This might take a while,” said Midoriya.

“I’ll get a chair,” said Tsuchikawa. She didn’t move.

Sosaki frowned at her. “Ryuko, you aren’t using Earth Flow, are you?”

“Maybe,” said Tsuchikawa, not meeting Sosaki’s eyes.

“Oh!” said Midoriya, eyes sparkling. “Your quirk! What does it feel like when-?”

“Midoriya,” said Aizawa.

“Kota, how about you and I go. You can have my chair, Aizawa-san.”

“But, auntie-”

“Remember that discussion we had about secrets?” asked Sosaki, as she led Kota out. The door clicked closed behind them.

“So,” said Chatora. “You had an explanation for everything that happened yesterday?”

“Oh. R-right. Right. Um.” He fidgeted. “I’m not sure where to begin,” he said, bowing his head.

Aizawa sighed, surveying Midoriya’s posture. He might have been putting up a brave face - mostly for Kota, right now, if Aizawa didn’t miss his guess - but he wasn’t well, something that was becoming progressively more obvious.

“Think back to our class on after action reports,” said Aizawa.

Midoriya looked up at him, biting his lip. “Alright,” he said. He glanced at the Pussycats. “We already told you a bit of what happened yesterday, and why.”

“Your quirk has an aspect that interacts poorly with other quirks, yes,” said Shiretoko.

“And you were there for that, Aizawa-sensei. The part you don’t know about…” He looked at Yagi, who nodded encouragingly. “All for One had a brother.”

“Is that someone we have to worry about?” asked Tsuchikawa.

“Not in the way you’re thinking about,” said Midoriya. “He’s dead. But his quirk had some similarities to All for One. It was sort of, um, an inverse of his quirk. All for One can give and take quirks forcefully, but his brother’s quirk, One for All, is a quirk that lets its users to pass it on, and any other quirks they have, but only willingly.”

Aizawa saw the moment when the Pussycats put this together. So, evidently, did Yagi.

“I was the eighth holder of One for All,” he said. He coughed a little, speckling a tissue with blood.

“And I’m number Nine,” said Midoriya. “This is where the explanation gets into some really theoretical quirk mechanics.”

“Well,” said Shiretoko, “after learning about a quirk that can steal quirks and a quirk that can be given away, it can’t get too much weirder, right?” The corner of her mouth wavered, showing the lie of her facade.

Midoriya nodded. “If you say so. The thing is, quirks have two parts. A physical, genetic part,” -he waved one hand- “and a mental, spiritual part.” He shook the other hand. “If you’re missing either part, the quirk doesn’t work properly. They need to be together.” He clasped his hands together. “All for One and One for All have to interact with both parts in order to work. All for One creates a mental connection with his victims in order to steal the mental part--”

Shiretoko flinched. Midoriya noticed and cringed.

“Sorry,” he said.

“No, I’m fine, keep going.”

Midoriya looked troubled, but continued. “And, um. All for One - the quirk - uses a destructive copy mechanism to ‘transfer’ the physical part. It’s kind of like what happens on a computer when you move a file. It actually copies itself, then deletes what was in the original location. Meanwhile, One for All works a bit more slowly and the physical part reproduces itself in a new user, sort of like a retrovirus, while the mental parts are shared between users. But the mental part of quirks is, well, it’s mental!”

Yagi mumbled something about not comparing their legacy to viruses. Midoriya didn’t seem to hear him.

“Once you’ve established a connection between the mental parts of quirks, it isn’t a big jump to expand that connection. That’s why Toshinori was affected by the dreamscape quirk, too. The problem is, All for One can do that, too.”

Shiretoko hissed through her teeth and her hands clenched in the fabric of her pants. “You’re not saying he’s in my head.”

“No!” denied Izuku, quickly. “Even if that is something he can do, it shouldn’t matter to you anymore. I’m getting to that. Um. Where was I? Right. All for One and One for All have had a lot of interactions. So, there’s a mental bridge there, too, but it usually isn’t strong enough to do anything.”

“But the dream quirk changed that, didn’t it?” asked Shiretoko.

“Well, yeah, that, and, um. Before One for All, I didn’t have a quirk, but I wasn’t naturally quirkless.”

“I thought the black tentacles were your original quirk, actually,” said Tsuchikawa, tilting her head.

“Oh, no. I mean, if I were you, I’d think that, too, but no. Blackwhip belongs to Five. The fifth user. Lariat. Banjo Daigoro. Sorry, everyone has a lot of names.

“But the bridge is the real reason I was so… unhappy about Suzuki-san not telling me how to get everyone out of the dreamscape.” Midoriya fidgeted, then looked up at the Pussycats. “We wanted to minimize the time All for One had to get into our heads. It didn’t do any good. Suzuki-san was too stubborn, the commission actually attacked me, and All for One got in anyway. But a mental connection like that is a two-way street, and that’s where you come in, Aizawa-sensei.” He turned his big, apologetic eyes on Aizawa. “Sorry, I don’t actually know everything that happened while we were fighting him.”

Aizawa sighed and took pity on Midoriya. “I infiltrated All for One’s mental landscape and retrieved the mental components of two quirks.”

“Wow,” said Tsuchikawa, “that’s actually too concise.”

“It’s what happened,” said Aizawa. What did they want, a play-by-play?

“You actually brought back three quirks,” said Izuku. “But, um. One for All can’t be received by someone who isn’t compatible, so it’s always looking at people’s genetics and stuff. Combined with what was left of my original quirk, past interactions with All for One, and all that stuff, I have those three quirks. Sort of. They aren’t entirely, um. Plugged in yet. So to speak.”

“You have Search, don’t you?” asked Shiretoko, quietly.

“Ye-yes. Yes, Search was one of the quirks.”

Aizawa nodded when Shiretoko looked at him for confirmation.

“So, what, you’re asking permission to use it?”

“No,” said Midoriya. “I’m asking for permission to give it back to you. The other quirk that was brought back was a copy of All for One.”

Aizawa had been expecting that revelation, but the way the air itself seemed to freeze was still unnerving.

“A copy?”

Midoriya twisted the edge of the blanket in his hands. Aizawa actually thought he heard a string snap.

“Yes,” said Midoriya. “A copy. Not- Not a perfect copy, it--” He took a deep breath. “The third quirk was my original one. Its name is Notebook, and it can make an imperfect, basic copy of a quirk, as long as the person who has the quirk is willing.”

Notebook. Of course it was called Notebook. Why did Aizawa want to put his head through the wall on learning that? Oh, right, because he’d actually seen Midoriya’s already terrifying physical notebooks.

“That’s very similar to All for One and One for All,” said Chatora, carefully.

“Quirks of relatives often are,” said Midoriya, clearly bracing himself.

“Relatives?”

“What do you think One for All is looking for, in terms of genetic compatibility?” asked Yagi, drawing attention back to himself. “We’re all related to some degree. Much to our displeasure.”

Tsuchikawa barked out a quick laugh, then covered her mouth with both hands.

“I understand if you don’t want me to,” said Midoriya earnestly, once again focused on Shiretoko. “I get that you wouldn’t want to go through that again, that copy hasn’t been used before, and I have no practice in it--”

“That isn’t really a negative thing, Midoriya,” said Aizawa.

“-- but if it were me, I’d want my quirk back. I did want my quirk back, so--”

Shiretoko held up a hand. “I need to know what you mean by willing, first.”

“In terms of Notebook?”

“In terms of Notebook.”

“Um, well. It works through mental connection, too, though it’s temporary, and, um, also has a physical component, although for me it doesn’t require direct contact. I still need to be in-person.” He rubbed at some of the freckles on his hand. “Basically, unlike the other two, it needs a way in, mentally. Um. The person whose quirk it’s recording needs to explain their quirk. The better the explanation, and the more they think about it, the better the connection, the better Notebook can see how the quirk should work. Then, Notebook makes a sort of… fake version of the mental component. A replica, but it’s stripped down. It doesn't have the whole, um, quirk ghost, so it can’t be used the same as the original right away. The Notebook version is like how the original was when it first manifested. Plus, it takes a while to totally integrate new quirks, and it’ll only make one copy.” Midoriya frowned. “And I think that the actual explanation part of the explanation is also important. It’s like when you think about talking, you’re actually subvocalizing? Or when you imagine doing something, your brain does some of the same actions? It’s the same with your quirk. It’s like giving a demonstration. I think.”

“You think,” repeated Shiretoko, dryly.

“He’s had his quirk back for less than a day,” said Yagi. “That doesn’t lend itself well to figuring out all the bits and bobs.”

Chatora made a considering sound. “How long did you have it before it was taken from you?”

“I don’t know. Not long. I was really little.”

“So, the proper question is, how do you know so much about it?”

“Well,” said Midoriya, a glint of frustration in his eyes, “it isn’t like All for One didn’t use it, and what good is a weird mental landscape where you can talk with aspects of yourself if you don’t use it?”

Chatora raised his hands. “It had to be asked.”

“Alright,” said Shiretoko.

Midoriya perked up. “Really?”

Shiretoko nodded. “Like you said, I want my quirk back. But if I can make a suggestion?”

Midoriya nodded eagerly.

“Work out those ‘bits and bobs’ before you leave here.”

“Wait,” said Midoriya, eyes wide, “do you mean--”

“We really have to clear it with Shino, but we did establish this place as a training retreat, and where you’re going, a quirk you don’t understand is a liability.”

Midoriya nodded vigorously. “Y-yes! Thank you for the opportunity!”

“I have a few things to pass on, too,” said Aizawa. Like emergency contacts, access to funds. But first… “For example, what happened to your actual notebooks.”

.

Inko wasn’t going to answer, Hisashi decided, finally. Either she was busy, or away from her phone. Or her phone had been taken from her. If those heroes had laid one hand on his beautiful wife…

Later. Revenge was for later. For now, he’d settle himself, lean back into his prison chair as far as he could, and then call the doctor for updates on the situation. If he didn’t answer, his other contacts would soon be getting calls. Increasingly irate and potentially lethal calls. He had a lovely quirk that allowed one to electrocute others through a phone call.

He’d lost a lot over the past two days, not the least of which were those quirks. His ability to contact his wife, for example. His relative anonymity with respect to his son. But, oh, the thought of Izuku with All for One, One for All, and Replica was downright exciting, and along with the losses he had gained something, too.

Something that would allow him to regain all his most important things.

He doubted it would be smooth sailing from here on in. Even his best-laid plans had their rough spots. But Hisashi had no doubt. He would be victorious, in the end. He always was.

.

You didn’t tell them everything.

The thought, one that wasn’t entirely his, brushed over the back of Izuku’s mind, as he tried to nap. He had told them almost everything. Just… not how he suspected All for One, One for All, and Notebook would interact. How One for All’s compatibility mechanism more or less negated the need to ‘pull in’ real DNA samples, and how it meant that there was no risk of giving someone a quirk that their body couldn’t handle. How having All for One meant that he could keep copying the same quirk over and over again, as long as he could offload the copies somewhere. How he might even be able to copy the copies. How the ‘stockpile’ portion of One for All meant that Notebook’s ‘weak’ archived quirks were unlikely to stay weak…

It was all speculation, anyway. His version of All for One wasn’t even fully integrated, yet.

He laid back on the bed, pressing himself into the pillows. He had a quirk. His own quirk. He had Toshinori - All Might! - with him. His friends, though distant, were supporting him. Even if he couldn’t be a hero in name, he could still be a hero in fact.

He’d lost a lot, sure. But he’d kept the most important things.

There were rough seas ahead of them, though. Without the path of the hero course ahead of him, Izuku had to say he felt adrift. Unmoored. And that vault door, left ajar…

There was a storm coming, and Izuku had no idea how he’d weather it.

This was only the beginning.

[drakenology]

I Hate Everything About You - Dabi

warnings: ANGST, smut, daddy kink, mentions of rape,violence, AND swearing (cause im a potty mouth)

author’s note: this lil story is inspired by my favorite song I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace. im a lil emo bitch ok? I recommend listening to the song to get a better perspective of how the emotions of the lyrics and the story goes hand in hand. the chorus goes like “I hate everything about you. why do i love you?” and I immediately thought of something angsty and raw to write. hope yall enjoy! this one might be a little long.

summary: You and Dabi have worked together as villians for as long as you can remember but you two don’t get along at all. is this truly hatred or is this repressed feelings coming to surface?

You hated heroism. You viewed it as weak and meaningless. When both of your parents were murdered by an anonymous killer and no one came to their rescue when they could very well have been saved, something dark took over your spirit. You snapped. At the tender age of 17, your parents did not receive justice for the act of violence committed against them. The police told you there “wasn’t enough evidence” and that the killer had most likely killed himself.

There were simply too many holes in the case for it to be solved. Obviously this infuriated you. So much in fact that you planned to blow up the entire police precinct.

And you did.

Now being on the run at only 17 you fell into a life of crime, committing yourself to being a villain who killed police officers off duty earning yourself the villain name “Cop Killer” from the authorities. Not to mention your very dangerous quirk called “Leech”. You were able drain anyone you gazed at of their blood, the gaze having to be completely focused on the person’s eyes. Once concentrated enough it becomes hard for the person to look away from you. To trigger your quirk, you have to say the word “leech” in order to essentially stop the flow of someone’s blood to their heart; their blood being extracted from their veins to yours. The blood only made your quirk stronger as you can now manipulate it and use it in combat. You had enough control to where you could take a little or take it all. The stolen blood was also good for increasing your stamina and speed for a short period, manifesting a weapon with the blood you stole and of course leeching the person of their blood entirely, instantly killing them. The murders you committed granted you the number one spot of Japan’s wanted list. You were also the youngest assasin in Japan at the time so you had to move around a lot. You spent your teenage years living in abandoned buildings and sketchy motels; robbing, stealing and of course murdering for survival.

The day you met the League of Villains was your 23rd birthday. As a treat to yourself, you had cornered one of the dirtiest cops you had ever encountered. He was a known sex trafficker, a thief as well as a disgusting rapist. You had him right where you wanted him; wearing a disguise to hide your true visage in order to avoid being recognized. You had pretended to be a love interest to the cop, sitting in the seedy hotel room he rented to have a little “privacy” with you.

“Oh baby, you don’t know what you do to me. I wanna see that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock. Get on your knees for me.” The police man said, the sleazy bastard unbuckling his belt. You nod, secretly being disgusted by this man. But you had to keep your cool. You got down on your knees and took his hard cock into your hands and pumped, looking him directly in the eyes as you did so.

“Yeah, baby. You’re so hot.” He groaned, keeping his eyes locked on yours almost instinctively as sweat collected on his brow.

“Thanks.. but your time’s up, you sick fuck.” you say, standing up on your feet. You straddle him, watching the cop’s eyes become terrified as he finally realizes who you really are.

“Leech.” You say as you watched your quirk take effect. The reaction was instant as he starts to gasp and grab at his heart, clinging onto his last minutes of life as he died on the hotel bed. You moan as his blood is transferred into yours, creating a dagger out of his blood. You slice his neck, licking whatever was left off of his cold throat. You laugh, searching his dead body to take whatever he had on his person; money, personal possessions and his gun. Just as you’re about to get up and leave you get the feeling that you aren’t alone. You turn and see none other than the villain you had seen all over local news.

Shigaraki. 

He chuckles dryly, admiring your work at killing the cop underneath you.

“Well done, little girl.” He said, peering over your shoulder to get a good look at the mess you made of him. You go to ask how the hell he got into the room until you hear the sound of police sirens blaring outside. 

“We have the entire hotel surrounded. There are Heros on the way to assist us. Surrender now or face the consequences.” You hear the cops say on a megaphone.

“Shit.” You mumble, quickly grabbing your things; planning your escape in your head.

“Listen, I’ve admired your work since your attack on that police station, Cop Killer.” Shigaraki said. “We could use someone like you in the League of Villains. My friend Kurogiri here can get us both out of here in one piece. But only with your consent of course.”

You think for a moment. You’d rather make a smooth escape than risk being arrested. So you agree. 

“We’ll explain everything once we get back to base.” Kurogiri says, morphing himself through the cracks of the door. 

Kurogiri takes both you and Shigaraki and consumed you both into his portals, leading you to the secret hide-out of the League of Villains. You look around, your vision a little hazy from being in the dark portal. You see a few other people standing in the lobby. A guy with a weird mask on with two sides on it eagerly introduced himself as Twice. You see a cute girl that looked a little young to be in a place like this. 

“Toga Himiko. Nice to meet ya. Hey, you’re way prettier in person. The police drawing of you is really unflattering.” She says, waving at you. You smile meekly as you turn away to see this guy standing at the corner of the bar. He had burn scars all over his face and neck, dark hair and the most mysterious eyes you’ve ever seen. You met his gaze when you noticed him staring at you, sizing you up. You found his stare threatening and kind of alluring. You almost couldn’t look away. 

“Don’t stare at me for too long, Cop Killer. I know what those eyes can do.” He said sarcastically, not even caring to introduce himself. He felt familiar, like you’ve known him for a long time. You rolled your eyes and walked over to Shigaraki. 

“Look, if you think just because you got me out of a tight spot that I’m just gonna beg to work for you, you’re wrong. I work alone.” You said, adjusting the top of your outfit. 

“I know. But today that changes. You see, we’ve been watching you, Cop Kill-” He says, interrupted by your loud groan.

“My name is Y/N. Please just call me by my name. My mother didn’t name me Cop Killer.” You demand, folding your arms in protest. 

“But that’s what you are, Y/N. Don’t be ashamed.” Shigaraki says, inching closer to you. “Look, the services of the League of Villains aren’t free. We helped you. Now you help us. You understand don’t you, Y/N?” 

You sigh, wishing you had just leapt out of a nearby window back at the hotel instead of taking help from this creep. 

“Fine.” You say, looking down at your shoes. 

“Wonderful.” Shigaraki says, walking away from you. “Oh and one more thing. I hate back talkers.”

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A few months pass and you’re well acquainted with all the villains of the organization. You were all usually partnered up for missions; you always alternating between Toga and Dabi, who had finally told you his “name”. You grew to be pestered by Dabi. You’d much rather be paired up with Toga than Dabi any day since you and Dabi just could not get along, you both arguing like an old married couple at every mission. You couldn’t stand him. His cockiness, his elitist attitude, his aloofness. He hated you because of your attitude, you thinking you knew better than everyone else. He thought you were a spoiled brat who hasn’t done anything remarkable to even earn a spot in the League. To you, he was everything you despised about some men. 

One night you were all playing a friendly game of Blackjack; which seemed to be a ritual between the members. Shigaraki didn’t bother playing but Kurogiri always seemed to watch. 

“Ugh.. Fold. What do I have to do to get a decent fucking hand, huh?” Twice said, his two voices seeming to contrast in differing personality. You laugh, slamming down a perfect hand worth 21. 

“I stand, bitches.” You say, winning yet another round. 

“I’m bored.” Dabi says, standing up and leaving the table. 

“Oh don’t be like that, Dabi. Come back!” Toga says, throwing her cards down. She sighs and stands up from the table. “Well, I guess that’s it. I’m goin to bed. Nighty night, Y/N. Twice.” Everyone went their separate ways. You walk into your room and change into something more comfortable and walk outside to get some air. To your dismay, Dabi was already standing outside in the same spot you liked to chill and think. 

“Yo.” He says, referring to you. You roll your eyes and walk over to him. 

“What?” You say, annoyed to the point where you just want to turn around and go back inside. 

“Aw, what’s wrong, Cop Killer? Don’t like me?” He asks, inching closer to you to whisper in your ear. You stand still for a moment and lunge at him, grabbing his throat and pushing him against the wall. 

“Stop fucking testing me.” You say sternly, looking him deeply in the eyes with the intention to kill. 

“Careful, little girl. You might just turn me on.” He says, grabbing your arm and pushing you back. You freeze, stunned at the sudden harsh movement from the tall man in front of you. ”You’re 5′4′’, sweetheart. If I wanted to, I could end you without even using my quirk. You ‘oughta be nicer to me.” 

You get angrier by the second, yelling and screaming about how much you hate him all while trying to take jabs at him, throwing punches at his face. Dabi dodges every swing, smirking at your abilities. He was impressed, but he’d never tell you that. 

“Huh. Keep it up and you might actually hit me.” He teased, swinging back at you, landing right on your jaw. You stumble and collect yourself, charging towards him once more. You were certain you’d hit him, the blood from someone you’ve killed earlier that day increasing your speed. 

“Fuck you.” You hiss, taking another swing at him and connect, landing right on his cheek. He smirks, wiping blood from his mouth. You get cocky and go for another punch only for him to dodge you. He grabbed your arm and twisted it, pinning you against the brick wall in front of him with your back facing him. 

“When?” He asked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You hated that he could so easily overpower you, making you despise him even more. He releases you from his grip and stands close to you; you feeling the warmth of his skin radiating from his body. 

“Listen. You hate me and quite frankly I can’t stand you either. But you don’t see me attacking you. Try it again and I won’t be so nice next time, little girl.” Dabi said, grabbing your face to daringly look into your poisonous eyes to mock your quirk. You focus, ready to end this asshole. Suddenly his lips crash into yours. At first, you’re disgusted and fucking pissed. But then you feel yourself start involuntarily melting into his kiss. So you kiss him back with no shame, all bitter feelings leaving your mind as the kiss gets more intense. You feel his hands groping and caressing your body, his hands exploring to stop at your neck; wrapping it around. You gasp, feeling yourself get hot. 

“The first time I saw you, I thought you were the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. And then you spoke. And I couldn’t stand you. But I couldn’t shake this feeling of wanting to bend you over and punish you for your slick mouth. You need a good hard dicking to keep your mouth shut and I’m the one to give it to you. That’s what you want too, isn’t it?” He asked, starting to kiss your neck harshly. You moan, embarrassed at his words. He was right. You found him attractive as soon as you saw him but his attitude rubbed you the wrong way. But right here and now, you realize that you might have been hiding your true feelings behind a façade of hatred. You wanted him too and you couldn’t stand it. 

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” He persists, biting into your neck. You mewl, shocked at how good he was making you feel. You almost couldn’t believe you were in this situation. It was confusing but formalities could come later. You wanted him now. 

“Yes, Dabi. I wanted you to fuck me the first time I saw you.” You say quietly, feeling him reach under your shirt and bra to grab at your naked breast. You bit your lip, feeling slick pool between your legs as you fall victim to his touch. 

“Get inside and go in my room. I expect you to have nothing on when I get there. Understood?” He demands, pinching your nipple lightly. You gasp, nodding at his request. 

“Words. You’ve already made me angry with that stunt you pulled punching me in the face. I wouldn’t try me further.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling it to expose more of your neck. You moan, unable to control yourself suddenly. It’s like he knew exactly what to do to turn you on. Fucking asshole.

“Y-Yes, daddy- I-I mean Dabi.” You flush. Damn. You couldn’t believe you let that slip. He laughs, kissing your lips once more as he lets you go. 

“Daddy works just fine.” Dabi says smirking, watching you stumble towards the door to go back inside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You knew you should just go into your own room but, God you wanted to see what he’d do to you for almost punching him. You wondered how rough he’d be, your panties soaking at the thought as you gulp and open his room door. You sat on his bed and took off your clothes, leaving your underwear on to tease him. Suddenly his door opens and it’s him. He looked you up and down, loving what he saw. But to his dismay you had on too many clothes still. 

“I thought I told you to get naked, little girl.” Dabi said, pushing you onto his bed. He stood above you, running his fingers down your stomach and stopping at the waistband of your panties. You shudder at his cold fingers. 

“You never said naked.” You tease, looking back at him. He frowns, shaking his head. 

“Man, you just love pushing my buttons don’t you? You’re gonna regret teasing me so much.” He says, pulling your panties down roughly, holding them up to his face. He smirked at the wet spot he saw on them, throwing them onto the ground. “This is gonna be fun.”

You hiss as he slid one measly finger inside you while rubbing your bundle of nerves with his thumb, the single finger not being enough to satisfy your craving for that certain pleasurable stretch. Somehow though, Dabi was making you feel good with that one finger. You roll your hips for more friction only to have Dabi hold you down with his other hand. 

“Stop squirming so much. It makes you look desperate, doll.” He teased earning a whine from you. As if to be a little forgiving he adds another finger, watching your face twist up in pleasure. You were visually trying to hide your moans, Dabi not liking that at all. 

“Come on now. It’s no fun if you don’t scream for me. Let everyone here know how good I make you feel.” He said, halting his movements. You nod, moaning loudly as he adds a third finger. Any shame or embarrassment is gone as he worked you up to your first orgasm. You grab at his sheets, trying to move for more friction only to once more be overpowered by Dabi. 

“You don’t listen too well do you? I said stop squirming. You’ll have your fill but good girls wait to cum. Understand? I expect you to address me correctly this time.” He says, grabbing your face to make you look at him. Something about knowing you could kill him with your eyes turned him on, because he knew he could keep you from doing so. All he had to do was please you, knowing you won’t be able to focus on anything but screaming his name let alone his eyes. 

“Y-Yes daddy.” You mewl, your eyes rolling back as he pulled out one of your breasts, sucking on your nipple harshly. The sound of your moans was music to Dabi’s ears, the only thing he ever wanted to hear come out of your mouth. He cooed praises into your ear, telling you hot sexy you are and how et your pussy is just for him. He crawls on top of you, pulling his fingers out of you as you whine at the sudden loss. He kissed you, ripping your bra off. He sat up and stared at the gorgeous naked woman underneath him. 

“You’re so hot when you’re not talking shit.” He says, playing with your boobs. He was unsure of where to start. He wanted to please every inch of your lovely curves, his eyes drinking in your hips up to your beautiful breasts. He nearly drooled at the sight of them, your nipples seeming to perk up when he looked at them. You stare back at the man on top of you, his scars almost complimenting his skin as you watched him take off his shirt. You bit your lip as you feel a nice sized bulge grind up against your dripping core. You didn’t even notice that his pants were off, drooling at the sight of his body overpowering yours. He grinded up against you, leaning in close to your ear. 

“Ready to get fucked, sweetheart?” He asked, nibbling on your ear lobe. 

“Yes, god, yes!” You gasp, feeling him take off his boxers. He positioned his dick at your entrance, tapping it against you to tease you. You moan, going to grab his cock and shove it inside you but you think twice, already in trouble with him. Dabi smirks, excited to break you as he shoved himself inside you and started to rut his hips into you. You moan sinfully at the sudden stretch, loving how he filled you. You feel him speed up, not even fully adjusted to his length as you clawed at his back for dear life. 

“You’re takin me so well, doll.” He said, grabbing your neck to lightly choke you. Your eyes roll back as you reveal a sinful ahegao face while he pounds you senseless. You’re moaning his name and telling him how good he feels inside you, cussing and screaming into the air as you feel yourself coming close to cumming.

“C-Can I-?” You ask, unable to finish your sentence as you feel yourself clenching around him. Dabi is relentlessly prodding at your g-spot, causing you to see stars as he notices he’s hitting that special spot. He smirks and angles himself so that he’s repeatedly hitting that spot, watching you cover your mouth as you scream. He snatched your hand away from your mouth and pinned it above your head. 

“Tell me you’re sorry for punching me, kitten.” He demands, harshly pinching your nipples. You shake your head no to tease him. “No? Must need more convincing, huh brat?” He pulls out of you, you letting out a pathetic sob at the loss. He roughly flips you on your stomach and plants a hard smack on your ass. You yelp, your pussy aggravated as it throbs at the feeling of pleasure. He yanks you towards him and shoves himself back inside you, you laying flat on your stomach. You kick and scream under him, feeling him so deep it blinds you. 

“Oh my god, daddy!” You whine, shoving your face into your pillow as he assaults your g-spot. 

“Say it.” He demands, landing another hard smack on your ass this one sure to leave a mark. 

“I-I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry!” You scream, desperate for release. 

“Good girl.” He hisses. Dabi grabs your hair and lifts your head off the pillow wanting to hear the last moans you can give before you cum. 

“Go ‘head and cum for me. You’ve earned it.” He says. And just like that you clench around him hard, your orgasm washing over your body as you cum all over his dick. He rides out your orgasm, only to continue pounding you earning a sharp yelp from you as you throw your head into the pillow again.

“You didn’t think it was over did you? That’s cute.” He said, taking you further. At this point you’re overstimulated, the pleasure almost painful as he worked you to another orgasm. 

“God, I love you!” You scream to his delight as you cum quicker than your mind can keep up. 

“I love you too. Even though you’re fucking annoying.” He hisses, unable to hold himself back anymore. He cums hot inside you, grunting as he slaps your ass one last time before pulling himself out. You moan softly, breathing heavily as he cleaned you up. He kissed up your body, you unable to move from being completely fucked out of your mind. 

“When you socked me, I knew you were a keeper.” He laughed. 

“Shut up.” You say, smiling into your pillow. 

“HEY, YOU TWO DONE IN THERE? YOU COULD HAVE WOKEN UP THE ENITRE CITY WITH ALL THAT RACKET!” Twice shouted through the walls, turning your face red with shame. 

“SHUT UP AND MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!” Dabi yelled back, rubbing soft circles on your ass to soothe his harsh marks on both cheeks. 

bitch i.. i’m sick. 

[katzkinder]

London Bridge Is Falling Down

Envy Pair version of my Counting Sheep series! Himiko is my headcanon for the name of Mikuni's mother. Since Mikuni's name contains the character for "kingdom," I thought this name belonging to an ancient queen suited his mother well.

Mikuni is annoying.

That’s something Jeje has always known, ever since Mikuni was a child, ever since the first time he saw him, bounding around his mother’s skirts and throwing himself into Lily’s arms to be held and cuddled and fawned over while Jeje had slunk back to the cellars. Himiko had been so bright, back then, the rot of Envy not yet showing in a visible way, that tiny baby that would grow into his brother’s Eve gurgling happily in her arms.

Jeje was the one who had found him. Himiko had wept when she saw him, all the anger and hate leaving her at once, vanishing as if it never existed when she laid her eyes on the fragile little bundle, swaddled in soft fabrics with little gloves on his impossibly tiny hands. She had sobbed all the harder when she took the crying child from him, her hands shaking while she cradled him close, useless apologies spilling from her pretty lips. The body of the babe’s mother had rapidly been growing cold on the carpet, and little Misono… Would remember none of it.

(Jeje remembered all of it, though. He doesn’t think a single moment will ever fade from his mind, no matter how many eons pass)

As Mikuni had grown, with Jeje watching over him as a silent, imposing, guardian angel, always behind the boy’s mother while she had read bedtime stories to him, always so aware of those bright, bright, too bright eyes, Jeje had also become aware of a number of other things, and those things remained true into adulthood. Mikuni has all of his mother’s gorgeous looks (and some from his father, but admitting as such is just asking to be choked), her stubborn brightness, her sharp tongue and wit, but more than any of that...

Mikuni is annoying.

...Because he never listens to what’s good for him. Just like his mother before him, he had taken Jeje despite his warnings, and some bitter, sick part of Jeje had wanted him to. The same part of him that had given in to Himiko herself.

But, well, he’d always known Mikuni never listened, too.

He wonders if Lily knows, though he doubts that he’s aware, of those golden afternoons when Mikuni would sneak down to his hiding place and find him lurking near the boilers, the excited, terrified whispers of Lily’s children, his human children, chasing after the young heir as he confidently hopped down, step by step, into the “monster’s” lair.

They had talked. About nothing. About everything. Well, actually, Mikuni had talked, seemingly not caring that Jeje never said much back, incredible and beautiful and… Well, there was a reason everyone called Mikuni brilliant.

Jeje knew better, though.

***

The most annoying thing about Mikuni, in his opinion, is not how loud he is. It’s not his contrariness, or his capriciousness, or his constant, gnawing curiosity causing him to make mischief.

The most annoying thing about Mikuni was how badly he wanted people to think he was naturally good at everything.

See, Mikuni was smart. Jeje would give him that. But he was also very stupid. It wasn’t as if he lacked common sense, though sometimes Jeje wondered, but it was like Mikuni wanted people to resent him.

More than anyone Jeje had ever met, his Eve was a hard worker. Someone who hated owing others a single damn thing. It was that useless pride and sense of responsibility for things that couldn’t possibly be Mikuni’s fault, things Jeje suspected, no matter how much he denied it, Mikuni had learned, had internalized, from his father and from Lily, that was why Jeje refused to call Mikuni brilliant like everyone else.

...But he did shine. Like a candle in a darkened room. Like a beacon. Warm, and inviting, someone to warm himself beside, even knowing that that flame would burn him up, just like a moth.

The question was... Who would that flame melt into nothing first?

Jeje would be damned twice over if he let it be his Eve.

Turning away from way he had been watching the other man work late hours, hunched over Nod’s ledgers and planners and Mikuni’s own personal notebooks, where his pen scratched across the surfaces of each calculating profits, expenses, bills, new products and designs and promotions and planning trips, Jeje silently makes his way to their kitchen.

Burning the midnight oil just means you won’t have any left when you truly need it.

A snort, reaching for their cabinets. Of course, that’s what Mikuni had him for.

***

He’s gotten very good at brewing tea. Jeje isn’t much of a chef at all, but living with Mikuni for so long, it was practically guaranteed he’d learn to at least make a semi-decent cup, and thank god he had. He would have truly killed Mikuni by now if he hadn’t, he swears, the man is just as persnickety about his tea as Lily is with his coffee.

...He’s also gained a new appreciation for the stuff, but maybe that comes with the territory of spending hours upon hours listening to Mikuni’s one sided argument about the best ways to drink it. It’s hard not to be impressed with all the little details that goes into brewing what’s considered a perfect cup (by Mikuni’s standards, anyway), and even harder still to not feel a fondness for something that draws such genuine passion out of his once charge, now equal.

...It’s such an odd thought. He knows what people think. That Mikuni has always had a stranglehold on him. That Mikuni has always been in charge. That Mikuni has always been someone… Grown up.

Again. Jeje knows better.

He sets the temperature on their electric kettle, one purchased on one of their many visits to the British Isles, sits at their kitchen table, and waits. Thinks.

Mikuni has been grown up for a long time now. And he will continue to grow, and people will continue to think, no matter Jeje’s efforts, that he is a no good, conniving schemer who would sacrifice them all on a wish and a prayer and something like a maybe.

And, well, perhaps they aren’t wrong. Perhaps Jeje is a fool. But if he’s a fool, he’s a court jester, and as court jester he will make absolutely certain this time that the king does not make his mistakes without someone there to make fun of him for it, even if only behind closed doors, even if only between the two of them.

To everyone else, he is a dictator’s executioner, and that’s fine with him. Everyone else doesn’t matter.

His eyes drift to Mikuni’s favorite cup, one made of glass and painted with delicate, swooping strokes of gold, with lilies and a taupe lacquer surrounding all but a window through which one could admire the lovely colors of their favored drink. He takes it into his hands, so much larger than this tiny cup, and finds himself smiling as he turns the joint birthday gift from the Lust pair over and around, admires those intricate, fancy details that speak of quality and knowing down to the letter exactly what Mikuni’s tastes are.

Well.

Almost everyone.

***

The teapot has been warmed, the kettle filled with mineral water and piping hot, and by the time Jeje finishes steeping the loose leaf tea, their little kitchen clock, kitschy and cute and shaped like a cartoon chicken hatching from an egg, reads 2:17 in the morning.

Jeje picks up the cup, the container of melatonin supplements Mikuni has taken since he was twenty at his Servamp’s behest, and carefully carries both back to where he knows the other man will still be completely absorbed in his work.

True to form, Mikuni is still at it. The predictability of his late night, sleepless habits, of his need to do something with his time, makes Jeje’s frown deepen, ever so slightly.

He wishes Mikuni would just rest. Close his eyes, not do anything, just lie there and let Jeje guard him, just be still, be quiet, like did when he was a child.

… He knows better than to think a mind as stubborn and that moves as fast as his Eve’s could ever achieve that, but he can dream. He can also just sicc the Lust pair on him.

That’ll put him to bed real fast.

“What’re you grinning about over there?”

He startles, not having expected Mikuni to acknowledge his presence, and nearly sloshes hot chamomile with lavender onto the pretty little matching saucer that accompanied the cup. It’s a miracle it didn’t fall over completely. Jeje lets out a breath, so quiet it’s inaudible, and curses himself for forgetting that Mikuni can see him right now.

Then again, even if he was wearing his mask, Mikuni would have seen right through him.

He always does.

His Eve is watching him still, waiting for him to move, and then his eyes flick down to what Jeje has in his hands. His lips twist.

Jeje ignores it and continues to make his way over to where Mikuni had been peacefully working. They don’t speak a word to one another, and no sooner than Jeje sets his cargo down, he’s going back the way he came, knowing it’s useless to try and ply Mikuni with words or favors.

The man is annoying in his stubbornness, too.

He hears a sniff behind him, the scratch of pen on paper once more, but it isn’t long before that little noise stops again. A sigh. Jeje chances peering around the doorframe, smiling, just a tad, as a clearly frustrated Mikuni slaps his pen down onto the counter and picks up his cup, no doubt tempted by the smell of his favorite night time blend.

A swallow. Two.

Mikuni unscrews the lid on the melatonin gummies. Pops a couple into his mouth. Chews, and swallows. The tension leaves his shoulders. He allows himself to savor the warmth in his hands.

Jeje leaves him be and heads upstairs to their room, knowing Mikuni now won’t be far behind.

“Jeje,” Mikuni calls after him, voice soft in that way it sometimes, ever so rarely gets, so quiet Jeje almost misses it. “... You still really suck at this.”

Mikuni is annoying.

[kiribakuhappiness]

Some notes for a KiriBaku AU that I would love to write one day but probably won’t ever find the time to, so here’s the barebones outline for it at least because I thought it was a fun idea! :,D

Lady & the Tramp

Gentleman and the Tramp

- Eijirou has always lived a comfortable lifestyle. He’s always had food in his belly and a roof over his head and a fireplace to huddle around during cold bitter nights. His parents’ marriage was filled with love and their house was filled with warmth and, with a new baby sister on the way, things were looking pretty good for him.

- Katsuki hasn’t known such comfort since he was a young boy, when his mom was arrested for something he didn’t even know what cause he was too young to have coherent thoughts yet and his father cracked under the pressure of being a single parent to an explosively rebellious child. The streets weren’t ideal, but Katsuki grew up tougher than his old man and more intelligent than what was for his own good, and so he made the most of it.

- Eijirou’s close friends are Denki /a local artist/ and Sero /a general store clerk/ who regularly visit with him at his house.

- Katsuki would say that he doesn’t have friends but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t begrudgingly accept the friendship of an overly zealous newspaper boy by the name of Deku, who mentions to him one day how the wealthy Kirishima family is expecting another child.

- Katsuki comments that he doesn’t see how that could possibly be news to anyone, until later that day when he overhears a rather disturbing conversation about how someone is planning on kidnapping the baby for ransom.

- “A yuppy family like that’ll no doubt pay extra-”

- “double,”

- “triple!”

- Intrigued by all the commotion, Katsuki visits the Kirishima Mansion, eyeing the picturesque Japanese gardens with some underlying prejudice and the perfectly manicured yards with barely contained disgust. A real run-of-the-mill, too fancy for their own good establishment; Katsuki’s finding it hard to gather any sort of sympathy for them.

- While observing the manor in all its glory, Katsuki overhears Eijirou speaking with Denki and Sero about the new baby and how excited they all are for its arrival. Unable to help himself from chiming in with his own opinion, Katsuki comments how bringing another child into the world when there are already so many on the streets that need homes could be seen as the utmost snobby act of privilege shown by the upper class. A real kick in the groin to those struggling to make ends meet out in the real world.

- Denki and Sero are immediately put off by Katsuki’s cynicism and tell him to slink back to the grimy part of the city where he came from, but something about his speech gave Eijirou pause. He’s never met a man as bold and bitter as Katsuki, and the abrupt change in perspective is baffling to him.

- Katsuki holds his chin up high following an ominous warning to “keep that spoiled little brat with the silver spoon you’ll shove in its mouth under close supervision” before he finally takes his leave.

- Eijirou soon forgets this strange encounter, as a few months later his new sister is born. Eijirou takes on a lot of the responsibility - feeding and changing and wholeheartedly enthusiastic to learn the ins-and-outs of parenting. He’s seen the amount of stress the pregnancy had on his mother, and he wants to help, so he offers that they go on a vacation and leave the baby with him.

- Unwilling to leave their infant with their teen son, the Kirishima’s hire a nanny service to help with the upkeep. Eijirou knows it’s rude not to like someone based on prejudice, but he’s got an uneasy feeling about Himiko Toga. He can’t pinpoint exactly what it is. She’s fairly sweet upon first introductions and seems capable enough, but Eijirou can’t really figure out that look in her eyes whenever she’s holding his sister, like she’s thinking about darting out the door and taking off with her or something just as silly.

- That dumb street boy must have really gotten in his head.

- Reluctant to leave his sister in the care of a stranger, but knowing that Eijirou has errands to run and that letting a random sitter take his parent’s credit cards probably wouldn’t be a very smart idea, he takes the plunge and sets off into town for the day to gather supplies and puts Himiko in charge.

- As he’s leaving the grocer, he stumbles across Katsuki again, who is being forcefully removed from a convenient shop down the street while a portly man reprimands him for stealing, barking out a stern “get a fucking job, street rat!” before slamming the door in his face. Katsuki flips the guy off and continues on his way with hardly a pause, and Eijirou knows that he’ll merely move onto the next place as his sharp red eyes are already searching for a new target.

- “Are you hungry?” Eijirou asks as he falls into step beside him. “I could get you something from the grocer!”

- “Don’t need your damn handouts, rich boy,” Katsuki is adamant to inform him that he doesn’t need any help.

- Eijirou is perplexed by this refusal. He’d just watched him get thrown out of a store and yet Katsuki’s confidence could have fooled the most common of men into believing he were the descent of some royal lineage.

- Still, Eijirou is just as stubborn as he is, maybe even more so. He can’t help but let it eat away at him; his family has lots of money to spare, he wouldn’t mind paying for some groceries, honest! But Katsuki is shrewd and proud... and yet oh-so very easily manipulated.

- Eijirou tells him that he’s looking a little on the skinny side, so he must not be very good at living on his own. Katsuki takes immediate offense to this statement and takes Eijirou around town as though to prove him wrong, showing him parts of the city that Eijirou has only heard about in books, taking him through the slums where a large portion of people greet Katsuki like family despite the cold shoulder he gives them in return.

- It’s clear that he’s done a lot for the community, in his own hot-headed ways. Teaching the young girls living in poverty how to properly defend themselves, sharing scarce food with whoever he comes across who looks like they haven’t gotten enough for themselves, standing up against the rich and the wretched who like to look their noses down on them for their misfortunes.

- Even with his hardened exterior, Eijirou is surprised to find just how warm a presence Katsuki can be. How freeing it is to wander the city and live without order or rules or a clock to keep track of time. It’s a liberating sensation to skinny-dip in the harbor despite all of the signs telling them that they weren’t allowed to, and to sneak into the junk yard to sit in an old muscle car listening to music, and to visit some wholesome family kitchens where they were treated to an array of new samples after it’s revealed that the owners knew Katsuki when he was just a baby - long before his mother was arrested and his father became the shell of the man he used to be - and they’ve always made it a priority to feed him whenever he happened to meander unknowingly into their neighborhood.

- Eijirou sees his beloved city through a brand new lens, and he likes what he sees. Musutafu has never looked more enticing and adventurous than it had been that night.

- Katsuki offers to walk Eijirou back to his ‘big ole mansion’ under the guise of added protection. “You’ll be fuckin’ mugged if you walk around lookin’ like that at this hour.”

- Eijirou thinks they might kiss once they reach the gate to his property, but he can sense the tension settling in Katsuki’s shoulders as they get closer to the abode, and a bitterness starts to grow on his face that chills the warmth they had begun to grow between them. Eijirou decides to ask him about what he meant when he said that they should keep a close eye on his sister after her birth, but Katsuki is evasive and avoids his gaze and doesn’t give him a straight answer.

- He’s hiding something, he knows more than he’s letting on.

- Eijirou tells him that there’s going to be a party at the Kirishima Mansion that weekend to celebrate the birth of his sister, and invites him to come for the food.

- Katsuki tells him not to hold his breath and leaves without another look back.

- Eijirou worries that he might have upset him somehow and goes back into town a few days later to try and find him, but even the family kitchen comments that they haven’t seen him around lately. He begins to think the worst until he meets Camie and Shouto, two teens from equally wealthy families who visit the Kirishima Mansion with their parents on the day of the party to meet the baby.

- As it turns out, both Camie and Shouto know Katsuki from school. Apparently, the Bakugous used to be pretty well-known and were fairly respected in the fashion industry before his mother’s very public meltdown and the destruction of the Bakugou legacy.

- Shouto explains how he used to attend lessons with Katsuki at the university, studying under their apprenticeship program, and how he has always had a raging temper, but that his dedication to his studies and resilience in his training were both very admirable traits. He’d dare even go as far to say that they were friends, at one point in time.

- Camie’s intel, on the other hand, is far more risqué and full of gossip.

- She tells Eijirou about how Katsuki was “a lone wolf who couldn’t tell you the definition of the word lonely,” hinting at a promiscuous past filled with midnight escapades of sneaking off campus to drink and roam around the city with whoever had fallen head-over-heels for his aloof charisma that month. She describes how he draws people in with the promise of mystery, and leaves them behind when his true aggressive nature is revealed after any amount of prolonged exposure.

- She should know, of course. She’s been there and done that before.

- ‘you can never tell when he’ll show up’ / ‘he gives you plenty of trouble’ / ‘I guess he’s just a no count pup’ / ‘but I wish that he were double’

- The overwhelming consensus is that Katsuki may have had a bright future at one point but, as Shouto comments, “Some are just luckier than others, and Bakugou’s luck ran out long ago.”

- Camie mentions Shouto’s older brother who went down a similar path, and Shouto’s only response to that is, “You can’t really save someone who doesn’t want to be saved...”

- As the party winds down and the guests start to leave, Eijirou can’t help but think about Katsuki. He’s a little put off to know that the day they had spent together in the city probably wasn’t the only round-trip adventure that Katsuki has gone on. He doesn’t even want to know how many others there have been, and he feels somewhat foolish for thinking that there was anything more between them than that.

- That night after all the guests are gone, Katsuki shows up in the back gardens.

- Eijirou doesn’t understand why he waited so long, and Katsuki explains how ‘those people’ wouldn’t want him there anyway and that it’s for the best. Eijirou is still a little jaded about everything he had learned from Shouto and Camie, and he tells Katsuki that he doesn’t have the time to be messing around with guys who don’t take him seriously and who don’t know how to take responsibility for themselves.

- Katsuki looks like he wants to say something, but instead he ends up leaving in a furious huff, and Eijirou believes that it’s the last time he’ll probably ever see him. He tries to remember Katsuki’s earlier words.

- It’s for the best.

- Even though it doesn’t really feel like it is.

- Unable to sleep in the middle of the night, Eijirou goes to check on his sister in her crib only to find that Himiko has invited two men over to the mansion; Dabi and Tomura. Eijirou catches them red-handed in the parlor as they’re attempting to steal valuable family heirlooms and making a plan to kidnap the baby for ransom later.

- Eijirou fights with everything he has in him to stop them, but it’s three against one and he never really stood a chance. Himiko disappears upstairs to grab the baby while Dabi and Tomura deal with Eijirou, brandishing knives without any intentions of holding back.

- Katsuki arrives after breaking in through the kitchen, having kept tabs on the growing rumors around the city that a group of assholes were planning on kidnapping the baby girl, and he helps Eijirou fight off Dabi and Tomura, who escape into the night with Himiko when it’s obvious that their attempt has failed.

- The police arrive on the scene shortly after, and it’s Katsuki who takes the hit in the fallout of everything, arrested for petty theft and breaking & entering despite Eijirou’s adamant arguing against it.

- The police aren’t interested in hearing his side of the story, though.

- One act of kindness doesn’t expunge a man of several years worth of crime.

- Katsuki is taken into custody and shipped off to the station, and Eijirou is left behind to clean up the mess and tend to his sister.

- When his parents fly back into the city the next morning following the news of the attempted kidnapping, Eijirou recounts the events of the past week to them, and shortly after their arrival from the airport they go to the station together to pay off Katsuki’s bail.

- Katsuki is resistant at first, unfamiliar with this type of treatment and reluctant to accept it, but Eijirou tells him how grateful he is that he had been there that night, and believes that everyone deserves a second chance, even someone as jagged and prickly as Katsuki.

- The Kirishimas make a few sizeable donations to the city and the family kitchen from before in Katsuki’s honor, boasting about his heroicism and how their family is indebted to him, and Katsuki finds himself back in their neighborhood more often than not to attend cookouts and charity events.

- He still feels out of place in their fancy home, and he’s not so great with Eijirou’s sister, but he tries to make an effort, he works hard to make the most of it, and Eijirou would never ask anything more from him than that.

[owo-shenanigans]

Hajime, Korekiyo and Ibuki with a fem reader who’s the ultimate love interest? Basically is really good at being the perfect soulmate both platonically and romantically? I feel like these three would be interesting!!!!

This is so interesting????? Wtf man. Gender ambiguous reader, though I did write this from the perspective of the perfect female love interest at times. It might come across as me dissing your idea and I promise I don't mean it in that way- I just took it in the most interesting way that I could. I loved writing these so, so much- I wouldn’t be opposed to writing more, honestly. If anyone needs a CW or TW on this, let me know please.

Hajime, Korekiyo, and Ibuki with an Ultimate Love Interest S/O

HAJIME HINATA

You were scouted because one of the board members saw you and thought you were the cutest little thing he’d ever seen, and after the board investigated, they saw how everyone you meet can’t help but at least like you as a friend.

When you were told this, you were terrified. These creeps stalked you? For some stupid talent that no one can even quantify?! You were only 15, for god’s sake!

You… Don’t like practicing your ultimate. You try to stay away from the other ultimates, too. You don’t want to brainwash people! Or force them to be your friend!

Hajime came across you hiding in the library from the teacher attempting to make you go to your Talent Development class. He helped you keep a lookout, and, well, your relationship evolved from there.

Contrary to belief, Hajime doesn’t hate ultimates- he hates how the school feels like it only cares about the ultimates and not the reserve course students.

Your relationship develops slowly, and you only tell him your talent after a few months of friendship. How do they even tell you’re the Ultimate Love Interest? So many people have such different standards for their crush… 

You probably confess your feelings to him when they try to take him away for the Kamakura project. You just saw red- first they force you into a little box and pick at any part that isn’t pretty and lovable, and now they want to take one of your only friends away?! Absolutely not. Thankfully (or not), your talent was able to save him from the project- this had the potential to gather more data about your talent, after all, if you have a partner.

Hajime probably helps you study at online school, after you confided that the main course barely taught anything actually useful. What could the Ultimate Love Interest do after high school with no new knowledge and a worthless scrap of paper? The Ultimate Mechanic could open a shop, the Ultimate Nurse work in a hospital- what could you do, write blog posts advocating for deeper characters in dating sims?

You make him reevaluate his perspective on Hope’s Peak, for sure.

KOREKIYO SHINGUJI

You were a lab grown specimen- the brain baby senior project by a whole group of ultimates, directed by the school directors. Could they create a person who holds the ultimate talent of something so subjective as Love? The students were directed to make an artificial intelligence that could make anyone love it. They were directed to make a body that would make no one unhappy. They were directed to make a creature that no one could hate.

You were born.

From the moment you opened your softly colored eyes, you were consuming data from dozens of the top dating sims, romance novels, online websites- carefully vetted by your parents so as not to corrupt you. You downloaded the latest fashion trends and taught how to make everyone happy without being wishy washy. You were perfect.

Your parents graduated, and weren’t allowed to take you with them. You were dressed in a cute school uniform and directed to act as human as possible- if you were revealed as an AI, the directors would pull you from your classes.

You joined the 79th class, and made fast friends with every one of them. Kokichi liked you because you liked his jokes, Miu liked you because you never made fun of her, Himiko liked you because you defended her lazy personality… Everyone liked you.

A month into the school year, your classmate Korekiyo tapped you on the shoulder and asked to interview you.

He asked you dozens of questions about your talent, how it worked, why you were chosen and why others weren’t. It was stressful. But it was the first time anyone had cared about you, yourself, as a person, and not what you did for them. You were hooked.

You spoke to him every day, unable to help yourself. Korekiyo, for his part, was happy to talk to you. Your classmates grew jealous as you spent less time with them and more with Korekiyo. The directors were confused- had they programmed in the ability to love? Or the emotion of curiosity?

They held off taking you in to examine you- if worst came to worst and you weren’t gathering enough data, they could always pull you out and wipe your memories of him.

IBUKI MIODA

You were human, yes, but sometimes you didn’t feel as if you were.

You were blessed with a beautiful, flawless face, and your body was one in a million. You were scouted to be an actor at the tender age of 12, and your life evolved into one of constant watch, constant judgement, constant etiquette classes and diets and everything to make you the darling of the media. You were quickly dubbed the cutest kid in film, which evolved into the Ultimate Love Interest before you hit the age of 14. Your life wasn’t your own. You weren’t allowed to consume anything that hadn’t been vetted for bad influences, you were severely punished for any words that weren’t kind and sweet.

You were a sweet dream living a nightmare. When the invitation to Hope’s Peak came in, you almost weren’t allowed to go- Hope’s Peak was notorious for not allowing outside influences in unless under strict supervision. What if you were corrupted?! You only managed to go because the paparazzi had seen the Hope’s Peak crest on your mail and raised a media storm about it, crying how the Ultimate Love Interest was attending the esteemed Hope’s Peak Academy.

Your manager was forced to let you go. But not without piling up the lessons even more, to make sure you wouldn’t be ruined.

Your first day at Hope’s Peak, you had a breakdown in your bedroom. Your schedule only had 4 things on the agenda- what were you supposed to do? Your purity would be ruined if you did anything wrong.

That was when Ibuki knocked softly on your door. You had never heard of her- you weren’t allowed to know of uncultured things such as rock music. She had heard you crying and offered to help if she could.

Ibuki became your emotional rock, and she helped you organize a schedule for yourself. Her peppy cheeriness was a stark contrast to your deep neuroticism. The rest of your class didn’t know your issues, but Ibuki helped you slowly look out from the walls that your media assigned talent had built around you.

When the photo of you laughing and smiling with Ibuki broke to the media, she helped you weather the storm that your fans sent, and barricaded your room from your manager when they stormed Hope’s Peak to get you out.

After a year at Hope’s Peak, you lost your talent of Ultimate Love Interest. And with it, you lost the cage that had trapped you within your own mind ever since you were 12.