#izuocha fanfiction

[izupie]

>> Selkie--- (1)An oceanic creature of North Sea folklore, said to seldomly transform from seal to human by shedding their magical seal skin. Selkies never part from their seal skin.** **Except this Selkie. This Selkie gave up her coat to save someone. Which would be fine if he then hadn't taken the seal skin with him, not knowing the true nature of what had saved him, and accidentally left Ochako trapped in human form. Now she has to get her magical coat back without revealing her true identity... but Izuku is making it very hard to leave, and being human has its perks.

Collab fic between @izupie and @encyclopika

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Word count: 7,661 Chapters: 1/? Rated: G

Tags: AU , Selkie!Ochako , Fisherman!Izuku , Secret Idenity , Fish Out Of Water , Mutual Pining. For Izuocha Week 2023: Prompt: Storm

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Cold winds clustered over the ocean to the cusp of the horizon. They pushed and pulled the surface into a mosaic of white-tipped waves over the deep blue-gray depths. As the cold breeze rode the waves up to the shoreline, they made it clear that winter was still clinging to the sea. 

Izuku could taste it - the heavy, dense water saturated with salt. The taste stung his throat harshly. Swallowing did little for his poor throat, the burning climbing up into his sinuses. He could feel winter’s selfish winds, always there to spoil spring when the sun wasn’t looking. He shivered, and tucked himself under something soft and warm and heavy on top of him.

The minute his brain registered that couldn’t be right, he coughed harshly. He found he could taste the ocean mostly because it was in his mouth. 

Literally.

Not only that, but he’d been lying on the sand, face down with his head turned to one side, his cheek now sore from the pebbles mixed in the sand. Putting his hands under himself, he lifted himself up. On his hands and knees, he spit onto the beach, feeling harsh little grains mix with the last bit of moisture he had left in his mouth. He coughed again, the sand and dust having reached his throat at some point while he was unconscious. By the gods, what he wouldn’t do for a whole pitcher of water!

As the coughing subsided, he leaned back on his knees until he was sitting on his legs. Ahead of him were the dunes and rock that separated the beach from the grassy hills upland. Thankfully he knew where he was, but the question that eluded him was how he got there.

The warm cover gave way in this position, and fell from his shoulders onto the sand in a lump. Right. He hadn’t dressed too warmly for his fishing trip - the sun had been bright upon his leave yesterday, beckoning spring. He didn’t have anything that heavy with him - not enough to hit the ground with such a heavy thump like that. Izuku twisted around and grabbed it from behind, catching a handful of soft fur.  

He held it in front of him to get a better look. Deep, cool grays melted into creams and white as a backdrop to a smattering of perfectly circular black dots across the pelt. The fur itself was dense, soft, and just a tinge oily. Really, there was no better pelt to be wrapped up in on a cold night, and Izuku recognized it immediately.

“A…seal skin…” he muttered to himself. “But what…?”

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[its-f4nf4n-again]

Things We Carry

Ochaco and Izuku don't talk about certain things. But just because you ignore something doesn't mean it isn't there.

AO3 Link Here Word Count:  1433 Rated T; written for @izuochaweek Bonus Day Prompts "Locked Away/Skeleton Keys" .

It starts with something small.

Ochaco finds an old photograph from her childhood. It’s nothing special—just her parents with a chubby toddler between them.  Little Ochaco beams, something vaguely jam-like smeared on one cheek and her stubby fingers, across the front of her father’s shirt.

The Urarakas are smiling.  Laughing.

Looking at the photograph, Ochaco recalls the sweet and tangy jelly on her tongue, the saltiness of the stale crackers she ate it with.  The way her mother and father let her take the whole sleeve, eating nothing themselves.

Her parents don’t regret going hungry so their daughter could eat, not that day and not any other when it was necessary, but the picture awakens something nearly forgotten in Ochaco’s memory; bare cupboards and plain rice for dinner.  Her mother smiling as Ochaco ate her breakfast before classes, saying she’d already had her own to drown out the sound of her stomach growling.  Her father cheerfully calling that he’d pick up breakfast on his way to work.

The sting of tears is unexpected, out of place in contrast to the picture as she slides it into a frame and sets it on the shelf where she and Izuku have decided to keep such things.  It’s a little crowded, but they both like the chaos of it—mismatched frames tipped at odd angles in order to fit between the others.  Mostly, they’ve collected pictures of themselves, their friends.  In and out of their Hero costumes, at UA and even a couple of impromptu celebrations when someone was promoted from intern to sidekick after graduation.

A few family photos have slipped in as well and Ochaco adds the jelly picture wherever she can slot it in, which just happens to be right next to a photo of Izuku and his mother together.  Her eyes flick to the out of place hand in the center.  It’s almost floating, not attached to anything but the dated shoulder pad of Inko’s blazer.

Ochaco bites her lip, knowing what she is about to do is probably not warranted.  Still, she’s curious—always has been—and so she carefully picks the frame out of the messy grouping and turns it over in her hands.

The two Midoriyas she knows so well smile widely back at her, Izuku’s chin tipped up in that child-like way so many kids do when they look at a camera.  He can’t be more than three.

She chuckles, running the pads of her fingers over the glass lovingly before she turns it over and unclasps the paperboard backing so she can pull it free.

She doesn’t even have to take the picture out of the frame to find what she’s looking for.  Because Hisashi Midoriya stares at Ochaco from the interior of the frame.  She isn’t sure exactly what she expected—Izuku looks so much like his mother already, it’s not as if she wondered where his green hair or eyes or easily reddened expression came from.

She is surprised to find that Izuku inherited his freckles from his father, though.  She’s even more surprised that Hisashi looks so happy.  Content, even.  She always expected him to be frowning.

Izuku never talks about his father.  His absence is a hole in his chest he will never quite fill.  One he knows Inko carries with her, too, though hers is wider, deeper than his could ever be.

So he tries to be the best son he can, though he knows he’s fallen woefully short on several occasions.  He bent the photograph back years ago, before he moved into his first real apartment on his own.  There was no reason for it, really.  Doing so, in fact, made it that much harder to find a frame to fit what remained visible of the original picture.

Inko noticed.  Of course she did.  The first time she visited that cramped little efficiency, her eyes wet with happy tears, Izuku heard the faint, “Oh,” of surprise when she found it.  Picked it up carefully, much as Ochaco does now, ran her fingers over the glass in precisely the same way.

It’s funny how some things are instinctual.

“I don’t remember much about him.”

Ochaco jumps when Izuku appears suddenly behind her and she fumbles the picture, only managing to save it from a terrible, shattered-glass fate by slapping her fingers to the frame so it spins harmlessly through the air.

Izuku catches it, pulls the photo free of the frame as Ochaco releases her Quirk.

“S-sorry!” she says, eyes squeezing closed in shame, fists curled against her chest.  “I shouldn’t have—”

“It’s okay,” Izuku says softly, “I would be curious, too.”

He doesn’t see much of himself in his father, but he thinks that’s probably because he doesn’t want to.  Doesn’t want to admit he carries the traits of a man who so easily left his family behind.  His analytical mind, though, can trace the lineage easily—the cut of the jaw, the sharp slope of the shoulders, the freckles dusted everywhere.  Even the shape of his uncrooked fingers mirror the man he tries to pretend does not exist.

Inko is his mother.  The person who raised him, championed him.  The one who protected him to the best of her ability.

The rest is irrelevant.

“You never talk about it.”

Izuku flicks his gaze up to meet Ochaco’s.  Her cheeks are still flushed in embarrassment, bottom lip trapped tightly between her teeth.

He shrugs, replacing the picture and the paperboard over his father’s smiling face.  “There isn’t much to say,” he says, “He left to make money for us.  He never came back.”

There’s much more to say, of course, but opening wounds means you must be prepared to live with the scars.  And Izuku is not sure he is ready, yet, to tear those sutures away, poke around at the gooey insides until he finds the part that hurts most so he can press against it like the exposed nerve of a rotting tooth.

His eyes stray to the new addition to the picture shelf—the smiling Urarakas.  A similar expression tugs at the corners of his mouth—unbidden, automatic.  Ochaco’s parents embraced him immediately when she introduced them, their warmth a balm against all his anxious uncertainty.

“They look really happy, right?”

The question surprises him.  Of course they look happy, they always do.  But when Izuku turns, Ochaco’s brow is pinched strangely together, her eyes as wet at his mother’s when he told her they were moving in together six months ago.

“They were always so good at hiding it,” she whispers.

“Hiding what?” he asks, though he thinks he already knows the answer; it’s written in the way Ochaco still sometimes hoards non-perishables, the militance of her monthly budget.  He remembers her simple room at UA, her outdated cellphone.

Ochaco doesn’t answer his question, knowing he won’t push her if she makes it clear she no longer wants to pursue the top.  Instead, she wipes her palms against the corners of her eyes and says, “I’m really glad I can help them so much, now.”

Izuku swallows down what he wants to say—the impulse to offer reassurances that she will never have to worry about money again.  Not with her job.  Not with him.

It sounds too much like the last letter his father sent before he stopped writing at all.

Instead, Izuku thinks of his mother.  Of the Urarakas.  Their similarities—the warmth and love that flows so easily from them.  Ochaco thinks of it, too, the tight hug Inko dragged her into when Izuku introduced her as his girlfriend—the tears that soaked her hair.

Izuku opens his arms and Ochaco dives in, tucking her face against his neck.  She feels the soft thrum of his pulse against her cheek and he smells the honey almond scent of the shampoo she keeps at the Agency so she can shower before she comes home.

“What should we do for dinner?” he asks, “Anything you want.”

Ochaco pulls only far enough away so she can kiss his chin, smiling when his face stains crimson all the way to his hairline.  A hairline she now knows he inherited from a man she will probably never meet.

“I don’t care,” she says, “as long as I don’t have to cook it.”

Izuku laughs.  “Katsudon it is, then.”

Ochaco laughs, too, the sound bright and hopeful as they make their way toward the kitchen, knowing they will both go to bed with full bellies, wrapped in arms loving arms that will always be there when they need them.

[aphelia3]

Here is a fic I’m writing, hope you like it!! İt has OFA users& İzuku as found family, Early Bakugo Katsuki Redemption and İzuocha!

[leahfrog]

This is like, the first time in my life I had art done way before I wrote the chapter.

Growing Pains, Chapter 15 is up.

[gocatchagoose]

Look, they’re on a date💚🩷! Commissioned art from @reishichi for Chapter 12 of Go Catch a Goose,  An IzuOcha Rom-Com FanFic.

After graduation, Pro Heroes Deku and Uravity remain good friends. That is until Deku falls for a vicious prank text and a rom-com ensues.

Read it here: Beginning: https://zamashi.wordpress.com/go-catch-a-goose-prologue/ Chapter 12: https://zamashi.wordpress.com/go-catch-a-goose-12/

[pastelsalmonsworld]

My personal timeline as a multi shipper

Here’s my controversial MHA (I know I know) ship timeline. I see a pattern of simply liking a ship because the two characters had an interesting interaction or exclusive to Izuocha, where Ochako can only likes Izuku. This is in order by timeline. I want to to spread this to show people that you are not hated by 100% of a group of anybody. We are all multi-faceted beings. My ships are based on interesting dynamics not canon-ness thereby superiority. This list is based on a timeline, not my interest.

‘Shipping’ in my case is simply enjoying the characters in a fanart or fa fiction outside of canon which is deemed more than is needed to understand the charcters. Support romantic or otherwise fanart with mainly two characters basically. It doesn’t even mean I see how they would be together in canon. Before bakudeku, I read most of these at the same time. I felt I had to have one ship only at some points too which isn’t true.

Maybe shipping for me is just liking an aspect of a story.

Izuocha. I liked this ship because it seemed like it was going to be obviously canon. I enjoy a lot of canon-ships like NaruHina, KanaTanjiro or just about any of my favorite shoujo and boys love pairings. Also a few spare girls love comics too; cute! I just thought that’s how it was. First friend and supportive and obvious.

Kacchako. I enjoyed their fight in the Sports Festival arc of mha because Katsuki didn’t hold back. I agreed with most of the crowd, he’s /kind of/ insane in how he acts at his point in the series. I fully believed he would go Sasuke or Villain route in this part of the series. I liked that he didn’t treat her differently because she’s a girl despite his intentions. Ochako put up her best fight and found something new in herself that she hadn’t before; the wit and quick thinking to fight back against a super strong unrestrained Enemy. I ended up seeing a BEAUTIFUL fanart of him sitting at a desk and Ochako sitting at a wind that was amazingly rendered. I read a lot of— let’s just say extremely out of pocket fan fiction about this rare pair. I felt insecure about this ship because it got made fun of online. Also Bakugo’s ‘nothing frail about her’ comments in the relationship connection extras. Regardless, interesting, fun, imaginative, unexpected.

KiriBaku. This seems to be the mostly widely /accepted/ ship in my opinion. I feel like it has the most support in the American fandom. Kiri was super popular at the time I joined my hero and I was deep in the weeb-tok era of 2019 through 2021(anyone else miss the “Iwa-Chan, kageyama!/ I know that I’m gonna slaughter dis” sound? And OH the cosplays). MAN I miss it it was so fun and less dodgy than boring-ass takes and blind fighting on twitter. I was a bakudeku hater at this time because I blindly believed the death threats were true. I didn’t hate the ship personally feel deep down but I thought actual death threats would’ve been too far. I often dumped mean and repetitive comments on anti-bakudeku tiktoks. I really enjoyed an actor au where the author switched the moha characters to playing their Japanese voice actors. Baku go/okamoto really wanted to play a canon gay character in the drama they were actors in but Izuku got it first which caused his continued resentment of izuku because he assumed he was not gay. It was really fun and some of the fics were very memorable and wholesome. Good times! At the transition between these two ships the fandom was all happy and the fanfics were funny and Bakugou was being supportive of his friends in his own way at this point.

Bakudeku. The plot twist of the century. But, not really. See, I hated bakudeku mostly because I wanted to fit in with the popular opinion and simple “they hate each other!!”. In order to seem normal and not insane since it was so hated. Again, I already thought bakugo’s character because it humanizes a bully in a realistic way. I usually live for those crazy ass villains anyway; it’s just anime. Death Note??? But obviously, I never would have put Bakugou in Izuku together. Rewatching season 1 that shot was terrible as fuck and heart wrenching and I feel so bad again after watching and I can see why I absolutely hated Katsuki when I watched mha. I can see why people still hate him. Again, I started looking at the fanart out of spite and saw a lot of fanart with one of them looking at the other back and watching them from behind. It’s really true to the series. It is so heart wrenching to watch and read. That’s why I like reading it. I’ve read SOO many fics where either of them die mostly Izuku, because of the suicide comment, but eventually with the event of black whip, mostly Katsuki for obvious reasons. There’s a deep theme of saving and winning and even the horror of death when you love someone so obviously I was captivated. Some fics, and I mean A LOT, basically predicted word for word the hospital scenes. I don’t like ‘I know your secret power’ tropes, but it’s there. There’s just so much between them it’s crazy. The way /The Way You Used To by: edema ruh/ has like the exact hospital scenes that LATER!!!! Happened in the manga… the death, the emotional power-ups, the connection of a separate soulmate ( ‘nother person in your body thing like the vestiges) quirk, PLUS ofa transactions inspired by two heros that canonically seem like they’re about to happen. You’ve got the Volume cover and everything to show for it too. Themes of almost Spider-Man and Gwen???? I rewatched Spider-Man 2 and it’s like huh??? And also Izuku is inspired by spider-man as well? Oh SHIT, is bakugo Izuku’s failed save? I’m gonna be SO FUCKINNG MAD if that happens, but I’m one of those people who enjoys angst a lot at the same time and I will appreciate it. I’m so everything for this ship for this ship platonic friendship or not I may just ship their friendship

TodoIIda. Usually, I don’t find a lot of my ships seeming canon except for this one. I already know that any important relationship or friendship between characters can be shipped but since they aren’t seen interacting on screen much next to the scene where iida saves him instead of going ahead, it really stuck. That must have been Horikoshi’s intention because he came back to them recently like they matter to each other. I JUST remembered the stain arc and how IIda and Shouto’s can relate on wanting revenge. Iida’s motto to help someone anywhere any time relates to Todoroki’s helplessness as a child. They’re important to each other. Friends, family.

Togachako. I didn’t consider this a ‘ship’ per se until recently, but I was obsessed with how Toga wanted become Ochako and the people she loves also how they like the same boy I guess?? Izuku seems oblivious and somehow even unrelated to their relationship even though it started it. There was this one cosplay tiktok with a poppy sound on it and I was OB- SESSED. I told you I love me some crazy simpy villains and Toga is just that. Unexpected was how Ochako starts to focus on her specifically and want to save her. I was NOTTT expecting her to say she was jealous of her smile. I was so sad when Himi said she didn’t want to talk to Chako anymore so I was PUMPED to hear people spreading the misleading togacjako canon on twitter. Toga biromantic/sapphic vampire whose blood-sucking is like kissing, is getting blood from ochsko for the rest of her life. I don’t know if toga really cares anymore. I also enjoy their possible relationship to Yuki-onna. Would love if something came out of them in canon, though I just realized toga explicated said she wanted to go out with Izuku so why can’t she do it for ochako?

dabihawks. I was SO confused why people shipped this when they barely showed their interactions. I only realized when a mostly canon style fan manga dubbed did a dabihawks comic. I then realized they are are almost the same childhood reflections of each other, neglected, abused by their parents

As an end note, I learned that every ship dynamic has to be romantic, but usually it is because of recent fan culture. I’m 15 but I know a lot about older fandom because I was an avid Kaichou Wa Maid Sama fan and used the less popular fan fiction.net. People are a lot nicer on fanfixtion sites than on social media sites, I’ve learned also older fandoms didn’t get massively hated on like MHA does. There’s just more people in the world who watch now. Remember to be yourself because there’s always someone feeling just like you out there, I promise. Chaio;3

[cartoonfuel]

My Hero Academia commission for @funneylizzie!

Title: The Last Thing I Do

Summary: This is it. The final showdown between Deku and the League of Villains. But All For One knows Izuku’s ultimate weakness:

Saving people.

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, canon-typical violence, mild swearing, includes some manga/anime spoilers

Word Count: 2.3K

Mind the tags and enjoy!

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“Shigaraki, we have to end this!” Izuku shouted at the S-Rank villain across from him, actively using Float to maintain higher ground. Below them, several students, pro heroes, and villains were battling to the death. “Can’t you see All For One has been using you and your power this entire time?”

“Shut up, shut up!” Tomura Shigaraki hissed, sending a parade of attacks in the young hero’s direction. Midoriya practically teleported out of the way, instinctively hurling Blackwhip towards his rival. The villain was quick to catch Deku’s Blackwhip with one hand and yanked the boy forward. Luckily for Izuku, he was used to villains grabbing ahold of Blackwhip to try and use it against him. Using the momentum Shigaraki had generated, Deku swung his right leg upward and landed an attack right underneath the villain’s jaw. Shigaraki was sent flying skyward, though he quickly repositioned himself and locked eyes with Deku once again. “You little shit,” he snarled, winding up another powerful attack from above.

On the ground, Midoriya rolled his shoulders and then used the energy stored by Fa Jin to skyrocket into the sky and match Shigaraki’s altitude, dually dodging multiple attacks. “Please,” Deku insisted. “Just stop and think for a moment. For thirty seconds, even!”

“I said shut up, you pathetic little pest!” Shigaraki repeated, going ballistic with Quirks and attacks. “I’m done letting All Might’s protege get in my way!” After several more punches, kicks, and various exchanges of power, Deku used Smokescreen to surround and blind Shigaraki. Considering the amount of Quirks both Tomura and Izuku wielded, they had learned it was generally more difficult for the two to predict each others’ moves and battle strategies. For example, up until this very moment, Deku wasn’t even sure if Shigaraki had the ability to fly—or hover? Whatever Quirk it was, Tomura was managing to manipulate the skies in the same way Deku was.

During a brief moment of recovery, Izuku pleaded one more time. “I think you and I are more similar than we realize, Tomura,” he announced bravely, his yellow cape flowing in the breeze. “Or should I call you Tenko?”

“What the hell do you want, brat?” Shigaraki retorted, panting as raindrops began to collect on his painfully tattered face. “A heart-to-heart or something? Don’t you realize this is the path I’ve chosen for myself? For a rotten society that deserves nothing but judgement?”

“Sure!” Deku replied happily, his prominent smile catching Tomura off guard. “A moment like that would be nice. You know, like when we met at the mall.”

All of a sudden, everything stopped. The ongoing war below, the rain, literal minutes themselves, all coming to an immediate halt. It felt as if time on a clock had just run out, and all the earth had gone completely still. Izuku and Shigaraki were awkwardly staring at one another while frozen in midair, their eyes and eyelids being the only objects capable of movement inside whatever realm this was. The next time Deku blinked, the world had gone pitch black with him and Shigaraki suspended in nothingness.

A haunting voice called out from the darkness. “Tomura, humor me for a moment.” It was clearly the voice of All For One, and it enraged Midoriya so much that he reminded himself of Bakugo for a brief moment. All For One himself then manifested behind Shigaraki, two large hands descending upon the villain’s shoulders. It creepily reminded Deku of Shigaraki’s previous ensemble. “I am your family. I would never abandon you. I saved you. This boy, this… Deku… Seems to think otherwise.” The way he pronounced Midoriya’s hero name was belittling beyond belief, dripping with a venomous disgust only the antithesis of heroism could muster. “I believe he also considers himself your savior. Your personal hero. And he claims I’ve only damaged you. Kind of absurd, don’t you think?”

Tomura remained silent. Deku wasn’t entirely sure if the villain’s meekness was intentional or if it was because the two of them were unable to move. He also wondered if the quietness was at all related to fear.

“Well, Tomura? I’d love to hear your thoughts on the matter.” All For One faded into the background and reappeared behind Midoriya, his hands resting on the boy in the exact same fashion as they did a moment ago with Shigaraki. “And I imagine Izuku Midoriya is on the edge of his seat in anticipation, too! So do tell, Tomura.”

With a snap of his fingers, All For One vanished and Midoriya found himself at the Kiyashi Ward Mall with Shigaraki’s hand carefully wrapped around his throat—except this time, he and Shigaraki were both dressed in their current day attire.

“Don’t kill me yet,” was the first thing Midoriya uttered to Shigaraki, well aware of the position he was in.

“Thirty seconds,” Tomura growled, his grip tightening. Midoriya glanced in the villain’s direction, locating vermillion eyes hidden behind white strands of hair. “Got it?”

Midoriya knew he could easily get out of this considering the many Quirks he possessed. He also knew this may be the only chance he had at swaying Tenko and pulling him out of this depressive abyss he’d unwillingly fallen into.

In other words, he dare not waste this opportunity.

“Tomura… Tenko,” Deku corrected himself. “I know he is your Master and you care for him, but does All For One care for you?”

Deku felt Shigaraki’s fifth finger, but only for half a second or so. Luckily, it was lifted almost immediately after making contact. “Of course he does. I’m his most trusted and important pawn...his king.”

Midoriya raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Like in chess,” Shigaraki explained. “I’m the most important player on the board.”

“I don’t think so,” Deku swallowed nervously. “There are no kings on this chessboard you’re talking about. Only the player and the pawns. You and I are exactly the same. He’s been manipulating you ever since the day you both met.”

“That was almost twenty years ago. Do you really think I’m going to just throw all of that in the trash? Besides, hasn’t All Might done the same with you?”

“There’s a difference between student and master versus puppet and puppet master. This—all your pain—will never stop until you’re able to cut the strings holding you back.”

“But he saved me—”

“All For One stole you away from the world to benefit himself,” Midoriya paused, desperately hoping Shigaraki wasn’t keeping track of the thirty seconds that had already come and gone. “I can’t speak for all pro heroes, but if I could somehow go back in time to when it would have mattered most, I would reach a hand out to Tenko Shimura with a smile on my face and prioritize his safety and happiness over all else.”

In that moment, Shigaraki’s fifth fingertip came to rest on Izuku’s skin.

Though he had been anticipating it, Midoriya felt no pain.

No decay.

Nothing.

He must’ve been holding back, controlling it, Deku assumed.

“I honestly think you’d have a great testimony, Tenko,” Midoriya added calmly, his gaze darting between Shigaraki and the countless civilians minding their own business inside the mall.

“Tch,” Shigaraki scoffed, his own gaze landing on a familiar individual.

On Ochaco Uraraka.

“Uh,” she commented with wide eyes, “Deku?”

Midoriya stared at her, remembering the moment like it was yesterday.

“Is that a friend?” Ochaco asked, arms straight at her sides. “No, that can’t be right. Uh, hey, let go of him.”

“This isn’t real,” Deku reminded himself, taking a deep breath.

BOOM.

A sudden explosion sent Midoriya and Shigaraki flying away from one another, the illusion of the mall vanishing in an instant. Deku noticed Shigaraki had been knocked unconscious by the unexpected attack and both of them were plummeting to the ground. “Tenko!” Deku called out, but the villain didn’t respond.

A soft but strong voice reverberated around Midoriya, a gentle hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “What are you waiting for?” It was Nana Shimura’s spirit, the Seventh User of One For All. “Float and catch him! I can feel it. You’re so close to saving him. But there is more work to be done!”

Izuku responded immediately, zipping towards Tomura—but he somehow wasn’t fast enough. All For One had reappeared behind Deku, grabbing one of his ankles and throwing him further from Shigaraki. “Leave him be, Izuku Midoriya,” All For One snickered. “He’s not yours to save.”

“You aren’t making any sense!” Izuku yelled, green sparks of lightning surrounding his battered and bruised body. “We’re miles into the air. When he hits the ground, it doesn’t matter how much of your power has been infused into him. He’ll get hurt!” He immediately forced himself downward in hopes of catching up to Tomura.

“He belongs to me,” All For One declared, appearing beneath Deku and powerfully kicking him back into the clouds. “You only care to save him because he’s showing signs of transformation, of weakness,” All For One’s voice rang out, loud enough to cause Deku’s ears to bleed. What a vile Quirk. “I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong.”

“That’s not true at all!”

All For One then attempted to attack Deku once more, but Danger Sense picked up on the attack and allowed for Midoriya to find an opening and escape, continuing in his pursuit of Shigaraki. “You could save him,” All For One’s voice clawed its way inside of Izuku’s brain. “Or you could save her.”

Deku’s breath hitched and he stopped falling, his eyes wandering toward the spot on the ground where Himiko Toga had been fighting Ochaco.

Except she was no longer there.

“Dammit,” Izuku hissed, eyes glowing green the exact moment he glanced upward to see All For One with his hand wrapped around Uraraka’s throat.

“Don’t you see?” All For One’s sinister chuckle drilled a hole into Deku’s mind. “Tomura has so much to learn,” the villain of all villains scoffed, Tenko continuing to dive toward the ground.

“Let her go,” Midoriya growled, rings of electric energy emanating from his body.

All For One laughed darkly. “So easy. Just like that, you forget all about him.”

“I’m going to save them both!”

The monster hovering above Deku cackled relentlessly, tilting his chin toward the girl in his grasp. “You know what would be helpful, Uravity?”

She glared at him angrily, refusing to provide him with a response. Her Quirk was powerless against him as they floated in the air together.

“Your power,” he replied to himself. “Or taking it for myself, rather. Maybe, down the road, I’ll find another unsuspecting child to use to my liking, gifting it to them…”

An agonizing scream ripped itself from Deku’s throat. “No!” the boy shouted, zipping toward All For One and his classmate.

All For One vanished, reappearing below Midoriya. He brought an open palm to Ochaco’s face, physically threatening to steal Zero Gravity.

Ever taunting, ever calculating, ever manipulating, All For One smiled eerily as he witnessed Deku’s mortified reactions.

The next time Deku raced toward All For One to attack, he was met by the vicious Quirk of another enemy and sent spiraling downward.

It seemed Shigaraki had reawakened and recovered, eager to beat Midoriya to a pulp without a moment’s hesitation. Deku slammed into the ground, coughing as he watched blood pour out from his side.

“Ochaco…” he stuttered, clutching his torso to combat the pain.

And then he watched in horror as Ochaco was released by All For One, falling to the earth.

Why wasn’t she floating?

Deku attempted to stand up, eyes going wide as soon as he identified Toga dashing toward him. The villainess attempted to slash his neck with one of her knives, but he easily kicked her away and propelled to where Uraraka was going to hit the ground.

After landing on his injured side, he weakly hopped to his feet and jumped toward her, Ochaco landing in his arms. Despite having the ability to fly, Midoriya eventually fell to the floor, letting her rest on top of him.

All of a sudden, Deku locked eyes with Dabi standing in the distance, his charred flesh and white hair glowing in the moonlight now that the rain had come to an end.

Blue flames danced their way towards the two of them, Midoriya impulsively hiding the girl in his arms from hellish onslaught of fire. In this moment, he noticed Ochaco was conscious, but her eyes seemed empty.

A wave of cold air caught Deku’s attention, the source of the sudden drop in temperature standing between them and Toya. “Don’t worry, Midoriya,” Todoroki’s voice was music to the hero’s ears. “I’ll handle him. You take care of her, you hear?”

Midoriya’s eyes scanned the atmosphere above him, noting the sudden disappearance of All For One and Tomura Shigaraki.

Another familiar voice entered the scene. “Get out of here, Deku!” Bakugo dropped down next to Todoroki. Katsuki glanced over his shoulder at his childhood friend, excited sparks leaping from the palms of his hands. “She needs you.”

Midoriya nodded, momentarily finding a place of solitude for the both of them to rest. He gently laid her on the ground, tears running from the outside corners of her eyes to her ears.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked. He grabbed her wrist, inspecting the pads of her fingertips.

They were smooth, a sign of her Quirk having left her body. He held her hand tightly in his. “Don’t apologize.”

“I failed,” she squeaked, sniffling. “I failed my parents. What am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t talk like that,” Izuku snapped, his thumb caressing the dip in her wrist.

He embraced her, careful not to hurt her.

“I’m getting your Quirk back if it’s the last thing I do.”

[spacebunniesmha]

Tired of people writing ochako as some sorta homophobic monster in fanfics when she is canonically super sweet & supportive 😭

No, She would not hate midoriya because he was/is Quirkless. No, she would not be a bitch to him because he's gay.

It's just not her.

[aliandris]

Trying something a little different this time, with a short bittersweet post-canon one shot.

[sevenrenny]

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako's Parents, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Inko, Uraraka Ochako's Parents, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru Additional Tags: Middle School, Middle School Student Midoriya Izuku, Middle School Student Uraraka Ochako, Middle School Student Bakugou Katsuki, Runaway Midoriya Izuku, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Mentioned bullying, Quirkless Discrimination (My Hero Academia), Implied/Referenced Suicide, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt, Self-Esteem Issues, References to Depression, Childhood Friends, Developing Friendships, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Hurricanes & Typhoons, Mental Health Issues, Puberty, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Bonding, Teen Crush Summary:

After the worst day of his life, instead of heading home, Izuku turns around, and boards a train, leaving his distraught mother with no answers.

In a small rural town in Mie, Ochako's boring everyday life is interrupted by this skittish city boy.

Meanwhile, back in Musutafu, Katsuki's left to witness the utter mess Izuku's left behind.

[izupie]

So one of my fics is in a list of the best Izuocha fanfiction !! asdhjhgshfj

It's currently in the number 1 spot aaaa

Even if BBB gets kicked out of the top spot I'll always have this screenshot ;; ♡

I don't think I'll ever be over how much people enjoy this story honestly - humbles me and fills me with joy every single time

[its-f4nf4n-again]

Is It Real Now?

It is easy to take the lives we build for granted; to believe what we have today will be the thing we carry with us tomorrow and tomorrow and every day after into infinity.

One morning, Izuku Midoriya wakes up next to a strange woman.  What should be nothing more than a fluke occurrence waved away as a mistake soon unfurls as a quirk of destiny and lost love.

Who is Ochaco Uraraka?  Why is she sleeping next to him?  And if she's supposed to be so important, why can't he remember who she is?

Happy Holidays, my friends.  Here is my contribution to @eventsizuocha‘s Big Bang!  I was extremely lucky to be paired with two very talented artists, Yshean and veverka.  Their art is so much better than this fic could ever hope to be, and I hope you will take the time to go shout at them about how talented and wonderful they are.

Thanks for reading if ya did.  Take care of yourselves and have a safe & happy New Year.  <3

See Yshean’s Piece Here

See veverka’s PIece Here

Read Is It Real Now? on AO3

Word Count:  12,598 Rating:  T Warnings:  quirk accident, experimental style, video game au, some swearing

[aphelia3]

“And I know… The world is hard to live in for kind people like you. But I promise that… I will stay by your side.  And we will make a life worth waking up to everyday.”

From the newest chapter of my fic, wanted to share it here too

[leahfrog]

Another lovely Ochako in a dress. Related to a fic I'm writing. Deku's smitten.

[gocatchagoose]

art by @suitcasesoffeathers for Chapter 13 of Go Catch a Goose https://zamashi.wordpress.com/go-catch-a-goose-13/