#kind of a reverse touya

[reineyday]

i was thinking about a reverse todosibs au where shouto is the oldest and touya is the youngest but like... would there even be more than shouto and natsu if shou was born first? would they have the rest of their kids exist out of happiness?? would there even be family angst if shouto was born first, or would shou just hold up enji's expectations all on his own? bear the brunt of the weight of his dad's legacy and keep it away from his other siblings?

enji seemed like a pretty good dad till touya's quirk started failing on him, so if he had the opportunity to train shou's "perfect" quirk then would things have ever snowballed into being that bad?

[koushirouizumi]

* C.C.S (?!)

I had a TOUxYUKI dream that I woke up just now from

it was SO good and now I'm hit with TouxYuki feelings again

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Something like Dabi being the boss of some kind of hidden criminal group that's extremely violent but goes on a spree only against who disrespect them and against Enji sustainers or manifestations (Enji being like a politician of some sort who wanted Touya to follow his steps. Touya obviously didn't want to)

And like, Tomura is a mercenary booked by Dabi for a job, then Dabi wants to keep him, Tomura doesn't, David kidnaps him with the intent of breaking him and Tomura ends up being the one who does the breaking

Quirkless au or not is up to you, hope it's clear enough to understand what I'm trying to say!

Dabi has been running his empire for a few years, getting in and out of trouble with the eventual goal of killing his father on a public stage and being so powerful that everyone will know he did it, but he'll still get away with it.

He hires Tomura for a different mercenary job and ends up liking his technique so much he wants to have him on the payroll so he can learn from him. When Duster declines, he arranges to have him kidnapped.

Shig kills his attempted kidnappers and uno reverse cards on Dabi, stealing him away and locking him up, letting Dabi see how quickly everything he built falls apart because he didn't actually build a good structure and he didn't become a charismatic or respected leader either.

Shig keeps Dabi as a pet, which his people are weirdly cool with, in fact Shigaraki can't seem to do any wrong by their standards no matter what he asks of them which is the kind of power Dabi has always wanted

Shig says he'll give that to Dabi if he submits to him, and he gets his pet to bow his head for him properly 💕

[shiraishi--kanade]

Can you explain your thought process about liking An?? Or is that like an opposites attract thing for you? /gen /not neg

This is such an interesting question but thank god for the tone indicators because for a moment there I thought I was genuinely being attacked for liking An Shiraishi. Sorry I'm going to An Shiraishi jail /j

On a more serious note... I guess I kind of just do like her. I think her writing is decently good if massively underappreciated - she's not a masterpiece of a character as I'd consider some other PJSK guys to be (namely Ena, Mafuyu, Emu and Rui) and the writers tripped over their own leg more than once with her with some arcs still being... In a kind of limbo with her now, but she has decent depth to her. An tackles the topics of insecurity in her own skills and also berates herself for feeling a certain way, very consistently, she is often self-deprecating and has her self-esteem knocked down more and more as the plot goes on - it's fun to watch her show all of this while also being by every outsider's admission one of the most lively, determined, easy-going, friendly and competent characters.

What goes on inside An's head and what she actually shows outwardly are often completely different things, and she is reserved and and secretive in some circumstances while also being open and communicative in others - it's just... Fascinating, combined with all the issues above. And we know that in most cases it's not even about necessarily being secretively by nature, An is just absolutely the kind of person to put off resolving the problem until she literally can't anymore. Which isn't a unique thing in pjsk, and there are many more characters that like just putting the whole thing aside for the moment because they don't want to deal with Feelings and Vulnerability (from the top of my head: Rui, Mizuki, Touya, partially Saki?) or are just so convicted they can't change anything by opening up to people anyway so they don't (Emu, early Honami ig?), but it takes an An Shiraishi to know her only way forward lied into confronting her feelings & the reason behind them & openly acknowledge that and then actively avoid doing so, for months, because she was scared, while also hating on herself for being scared. And I think that's like. Really cool because of the Anhane role reversal. Like you would never expect to see An in that position when you read main story of early vbs events. How interesting is that?

There's also themes community & family & trust & rivalry & loneliness and isolation with her; just like... A lot. Most of it isn't shown directly, but she is a lot.

An is a character best seen in the contrast with other and she really shines with VBS to be honest. I don't think you can tear An away from her backstory and relationships with people in her life and still have a solid character because she is defined by her life circumstances, which is right up my alley of "oooh I'm gonna blorbo this guy badly".

Tl;dr:

I just like her writing tbh. She's fun to toss around, but it's also definitely contributed by Jiena's voice acting and her generally nice design. I wouldn't like her as much if not both of these factors.

As for the opposites attract: I do generally tend to like extremely skilled characters that struggle with finding someone at their level regardless of if they share that genki girl personality, so I don't think it's that. I really like shounen guys. Can you tell.

That said if An Shiraishi was real I'd Not want to be near her lol. I'm an extreme introvert that generally doesn't like interacting with people and I feel like her presence alone would be overwhelming.

[haleigh-sloth]

So I see you are a villain fan but what are your thoughts on Shouto? I know you like Touya already.

Oh I adore Shouto.

I don't talk about him on his own a lot because the hero/villain connections are my emotional ties to this manga. But I loooove Shouto.

It's not just the villains I like. I love the kids. I'm very, very invested in the main 4, and a little less invested in main-adjacent like Iida and Tsu. (the rest are kinda just there for me)

I love Shouto though. I love Touya a lot, but I love him more with Shouto.

I like all the villains paired off with the hero kids, it's more interesting to me that way. But it works in reverse too.

I like Shouto so much because of his connection to Touya.

Granted, Shouto has his own entire sub plot to keep his character interesting on his own. But--Touya still ties it all together for me.

I love Shouto because unlike Bakugo and Izuku, he kind of holds his own in the story. His development is all within himself. He definitely had his story and growth kickstarted by Midoriya, but he took that and worked on himself on his own volition.

In my eyes, Shouto is very independent in comparison to a lot of other characters. The way he gives Endeavor a chance, not because he thinks Endeavor deserves it, but because....Shouto wants to see it happen. I mean, he certainly is not very forgiving, and he is that happy medium between Fuyumi and Natsuo, but he is choosing to give his dad a shot because it's something he wants for himself.

I love that he is really insightful into himself also. He sees his brother completely losing himself to their father, and he recognizes how he was also in that same spot not too long ago. And he acknowledges that he was able to pull himself out of that pit because of his connections to other people, a luxury his brother just doesn't have. And he gets it. And he uses that speck of understanding to try.

He puts so much effort into his own growth, and I love the way he's been growing in regards to his brother also.

I just love his character.

[thyandrawrites]

I was reading some fics last night and it got me thinking what would happen if Touya and Shouto's roles were reversed? How would their dynamic change if it would at all? What if Touya was able to become a hero and prove his worth and heal from his trauma? Would he be more sympathetic to villains? And what if Shouto crumbled under the pressure to be his father's masterpiece and turned to villainy? Would he be as self destructive and intense as Dabi or would he be a more cold and calculating villain?

mmh well, I think it would come down to all the plot points you're altering and how the changes would affect the character's choices.

For example, what you mention here about Shouto imho isn't enough to turn him into a villain on its own. He wouldn't crumble under the pressure of Enji's expectations so long as he still has his admiration for All Might (which was a much stronger influence on him than his father's ambitions, even early on) or Rei's love and support. He becomes a hero not because it's what Enji wants from him but because Shouto himself wants to be a hero. He wants to emulate All Might's rescues because he looks up to heroes who help people, and his wish to protect Rei from his father is a huge formative part of his belief system as a hero. He takes most of his ideals from her, not Enji, and his heroic drive from his idol, not Endvr. So you'd need to fundamentally alter his belief system to make him reach the opposite point of who he is in canon imho.

the same thing goes for Touya. How does he end up being a hero anyway? If Shouto still exists within this AU, then Touya still lived through the trauma of being replaced with more children at some point in his backstory. That feeling of inadequacy wouldn't go away simply because he gets a second shot of crowing Enji's ambitions. So you'd have to build off that. Is Enji the one who affords Touya that chance to pursue heroics, or does Touya make it without his dad's support? The way you choose to respond to that question would substantially alter Touya's characterization and thus his choices and beliefs, and yes, even the way he interacts with his peers.

In short, I don't think it's as simple as them swapping roles. There needs to be a convincing backbone to support that kind of AU imho, and that relies entirely on how well you plan things out. But good luck on developing the idea further if you decide to go with it!

[halt-kun]

My Hero Academia Chapter 394 - Ochako Uraraka vs Himiko Toga

I’M HYPED UP

What is going to happen this week, I DON’T KNOW

but I’m sure it’ll be fun

Everyone is looking soooo good

I’m not sure I can comment too much but

Koda and Shoji are paired up as well as Iida and Shouto so they might be grouped by their current position

I always love Shouto’s color reversing compared to other

Kirishima is one of the rare guys without a tuxedo and some kind of military uniform. Mineta and Yuga too have it

KAMINARI, niiiiice jacket

The girls are looking good too, especially Mina. WAIIIIIT

YAOMOMOOOOO is the best, I love the white shirt under her jacket

Uraraka is pretty nice too with the hair piece

I didn’t realize Invisible girl was there too and quite visible

I’m sorry I always spell Ochako badly

ANYWAY

it’s trueeeee, gravity is getting fucked up

and it targets only the clones ? Maybe it affects “Toga” as a whole, like the person but also what their quirk makes too now ?

NO, not only Toga then, Tora and Kamui woods too

poor Tora, he’s in a bad shape

Oh my god, three tons it was. I’m afraid she’s going to end up in a pretty rough shape

I can only think of Touya and his fucked up body not being used to his quirk

NOOOOOOOPE, her body temperature is plummeting, NOPE NOPE NOPE. Don’t die, well I’m worried now

MAKE THE SADNESS FLOAT

DO IT

The panels are so good

wait is Ochako’s wire attaching to Toga’s wrist ?

She got the OG Toga NICE

TIME FOR THE MONOLOGUE

SHE FINALLY TOLD IT OUT LOUD

I’m tearing up at the last speech bubbles now

She’s here like All Might, A TRUE HERO and that’s who she is

COME OVER HERE

Toga is dangerous but she’s not using her knife right then

We’re getting to her

YOU CAN’T

she’s just here to listen to you 

and stop you too

but she already did

BI ICON, I know most of it is platonic

she loves their “blood”, the fact they’re alive, that they exist

Never tell anyone to not smile, that’s fucked up

POOR GIRL

in the end, she didn’t want something fucked up, just some of his blood

though I’d be concerned someone could turn into me and do stuff

The signs that the league wasn’t for you ?

Were you actually living the way you wanted to with them ?

Like Twice was really fond of what you wanted to do and Spinner and Compress too

but Touya and Shigaraki, I’m not sure they were

BYE BYE JIN

and I forgot only one earphone jack was left

CUTE

TEARS, THEY WON’T STOP COMING HELP

Let the league go Toga, Jin is gone, you have to start grieving

I’m crying

well bye Jin

now we need some help to treat everyone’s wounds

I hope Toga is going to be well

What will we go back to next week ? Deku ? I’m excited to see 

What a nice chapter to end this plotline :!!!!

[cospinol]

...actually this spring’s isekai pickings were a little bit better than usual, not even one 2/10 on my list! isenido just barely scraped by by sparing/pseudo-redeeming touma at the last second, but his plotline was SUCH a downer it made me despise the protagonist enough to knock the whole show down to a 3 when otherwise i’d have at least considered it for a low 4, accrued mainly from the excellent little romance with leviathan (of course her screentime is minimal and the rest of the harem is especially worthless to make up for it) (also, touma’s goofy yandere antics are genuinely a treat, but if i think about them for too long i remember that he literally actually did nothing wrong and my spirit of righteous vengeance starts thinking maybe this shit is a 2 after all). though i will soon have forgotten everything abt this show except for its wonderful myanimelist synopsis

i can’t find a single other website that uses the phrase ‘isekai-normie’, all respect to the mad genius mal editor responsible. the double-isekai aspect is almost so stupid it’s worth talking about but it’s also not even in the damn show, the classmates he got isekai’d with do not even appear in the fucking plot, so i won’t waste more space in this post on it

anyways i was expecting to dole out more 3s this season but everything else managed to accrue enough random charm points to scrape by; fundamentally i’m most affected by tone and this particular set all trended towards the genuinely fluffy and forgiving, which is shocking considering yuusha ga shinda is on this list but i’m a sap so i loved the bullshit reverse body-swap resolution and was even kind of rooting for touka and yuna’s deeply stupid romance by the finale. tensei kizoku is probably the meanest of the bunch but it made up for it in other ways (first and foremost: wataru hatano catboy ojisan. the character he voiced in yuusha ga shinda was also the highlight of that show lol, a seasonal throughline), mostly literally by having great design sense and introducing a whole cast’s worth of new characters every single episode so even though the main harem was another viciously terrible one we essentially ended up spending no time with them at all, i’d mercifully completely forgotten about the elf girl by the time she popped in in the finale

on the flip-side of this is that ‘uncommonly garbage set of love interests’ is the other throughline of the season for some reason, with iseleve being the other main offender, but in that case it’s offset by obvious Main Girl Who Will Win kaori being more than charming enough to balance out the rest of them. i was disappointed that there were so many irritants and distractions in the real-world part of the plot because yuuya using his video game hacks to win at crane games and getting coerced into becoming a fashion model is WAY more interesting than any of the generic isekai antics on the other side of the door (it’s so pathetic it loops around to deeply compelling at points), though i ended up liking the latter half well enough too once the evil onii-sama plot made it to the redemption arc portion. it’s too brief to really write home about or to bump this show up to a 5 but it did remind me pleasantly of a speed-run version of seikoku no dragonar’s prince julius plot, which will always be the gold standard for those (don’t @ me)

and that leaves isesuma Season Two as the only one on the list i haven’t talked about yet but it’s an outlier that i feel like i have to treat a little differently just because it’s very funny as a case study; when the first season aired in 2017 it was genuinely the worst thing i’d ever seen and i didn’t hesitate to give it a 2/10, while this season felt pretty much as average as one of these can get, and there’s no doubt in my mind that they are of pretty much the exact same quality. the only thing that really stood out this season was how little of a shit touya gives about his harem, even with him being a clueless/reluctant-type protagonist i remember the previous season actually attempting to build (even being mostly dedicated to building...?) romance arcs with the sisters in particular but this season girls he’s JUST met just get added to the fiancé roster *by the other girls* without even consulting him and the show doesn’t even play it as a joke. the mal synopsis for this one presents the harem as the main hook but the only time touya seems to care about anything in this entire season is the mecha engineering plotline, if you close your eyes you can pretend it really is still summer 2017 and you’re watching knight’s & magic..................... anyways it still just barely snags a 4 by actually putting in the white-haired catboy rival (i guess he isn’t actually a catboy but i spent all of s1′s intro thinking he was so that’s ingrained as fact for me) who was in all of s1′s damn intro but did not appear in the show at any point. he’s here now!!!!

also, i did drop katsukami at episode 4. self-respect moments

[chaserainbows]

calem’s in-game development aka there’s a reason why it’s called giving 120% and not giving 100% and breaking expectations you silly goose

[yanderenightmare]

I have been reading and rereading your hybrid aus for the past week and they are just *chefs kiss* but how would you feel if it was reversed and the boys were the hybrids? 👀 (And what animals would you think they suit?)

I can also imagine this in like a "golden compass" au. These would be their daemons.

TW: predator x prey stuff, yandere

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Striped hyena.

A carnivorous omnivore.

Will eat anything he can scavenge.

Doesn't mind living off scraps as long as he's surviving.

But he sure does love hunting.

He's a stalking predator.

Enjoys playing a bit with his prey before finishing them off.

Always snapping at their heels until they exhaust themselves.

Poor little thing falling to his feet all tuckered out and defenceless.

No energy spared to fight him back.

Tan jagged birthmarks lining his pale skin.

Running along his ribs and neck where they go side by side with his battle-scars and those scrapes he has from relentlessly scratching at his throat.

His white hair fluffy, pulled back up into a mohawk mane that runs right between a pair of large pointy ears.

The fucking smile he pulls.

With those sharp canines.

That swivelled-eyed look of utter insanity on his face.

As he chortles and cackles out that horrifying gut-wrenching laugh.

Sharp black claws and a long thick tongue.

Slobbering all over his prey.

His favourite meals are adorable antlered or horned herbivores.

Likes how hard they try to escape only to realise that he's been toying with them from the start.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

Lone artic wolf.

And a predator through and through.

Every word has a little growl in them.

Carnivorous.

But will result to an omnivore's diet in desperate times.

Though, he cannot survive on it for long.

He'll grow weak and thin.

Disgraced like a retched street-mutt.

Starving in back-alleys and underpass-bridges.

No home. No pack before joining the league.

Black tear ducks and waterlines, further intensifying his cold cyan eyes. Looking like a rockstar's eyeliner.

Fur white like freshly fallen snow.

If only he didn't dye the locks black all the time.

A dozen piercings running up and down his shaggy pointed ears.

A couple of cuts on them too.

They're so annoying to colour...

The paint always trickles inside his ear canals.

But his tail is even more of a hassle.

Thick fur constantly growing back out white.

Not to mention he isn't able to put a cap on displaying arousal.

His bushy brush always giving him away, wagging and whipping about like crazy.

Even when he's chewing someone's throat out.

His favourite meals are bleating cloudy-furred lambs.

They're like forbidden fruit in his eyes.

Pretty and untouched and so adorably naive.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Grizzly bear.

Classified as a fearsome carnivore.

He's way more of an omnivore in reality.

He's far from a beggar, but he'll use anything he can get his paws on to his advantage.

He's a fine diner though and doesn't find himself in a need to lower his standards too often.

He loves raw salmon in sashimi and sushi.

And berries and apples for a snack.

And has a habit of putting way too much honey in his tea.

He has a little tassel for a tail.

People tell him it's cute. Quite like a bunny-rabbit's cotton-dot.

Kirishima will even dare squeeze it every now and again to tease him.

He hates it. Always has his shirt covering it.

Not to mention his adorable round ears.

Which are a bit harder to hide even as they sit in the thick bush of his hair.

But he's far from cute all over...

Heavy footsteps.

Just massive in size and stupid strong.

Large sturdy hands, thick sharp claws.

Growls in his sleep and on every loud-mouthed gaping yawn.

Showing off those strong jawed fangs that can so easily snap a bone in half.

Likes smaller prey.

Like frisky flighty gibbering little squirrels with frilly red-brown bushy tails swishing about behind them.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

Saltwater crocodile.

Reptile.

Purely carnivorous.

Always so kind, people forget he's deadly.

Cute snaggletooth in a mouth full of knifes.

A laugh so disarming you forget regarding the razors of his smile as made for tearing flesh.

Tough skin with some rough rocky scales.

Scattered in places they're needed.

Like knuckles, kneecaps and elbows.

Sharp claws. Solid, thick and sturdy.

Always marring the furniture and tearing textile.

Always indenting his palms with bloody leaking holes as he makes fist to calm himself down when he catches a whiff of blood on the breeze.

Abnormal eyes.

Blood-red iris with a black vertical slit for a pupil.

Made for discerning the strong form the weak.

Not picky when it comes to prey.

He's an opportunistic-hunter.

He'll grab about anything that dares come close enough to get snagged on his teeth.

KAMINARI DENKI

Bobcat.

Carnivore.

But he only picks on things much smaller than him.

Things that are easily snagged and held down by his razor sharp claws.

Retractable so they not dull.

Only used when pouncing on prey, climbing to escape or protecting himself through fighting.

Or threatening terribly soft skin.

Has a mouthful of strong pointy teeth.

Two long sharp fangs decorating both the upper and lower row of jaws.

Made for killing small prey with a single bite.

Cat-eyes.

Large and all-yellow with a drop of pitch-black.

Black waterlines and sharp tear-ducts.

Stylish dark spotted stripes in his blonde main.

Two fine pointed ears decorated with a tuft of black on the tips.

The signature bobbed tail, small and misleadingly cute.

He doesn't look too dangerous next to his friends but...

Good luck running from him.

He's quick as lightning.

It's really too bad his meal of choice are pretty birds that leave him in the dust.

With his speed he could catch about anything on the ground.

But he always seems to go for those who're just barely out of reach.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Fox.

Omnivore.

Loves the sport of hunting.

But will devour anything he can get his fine paws on.

Silent, fast, cunning, deadly.

Always watching...

Always thinking...

You won't see him coming and you won't see him leave.

You won't even know he's there.

Glowing green eyes.

Teeth small, but sharp. Always smirking.

Black tip on his pointy ears.

White tip on his thick fluffy tail.

He'll always tease with it, snake it about and tickle exposed skin.

Has a sick adoration for pretty little cottontails.

Can't get enough of their large innocent eyes on him.

And rubbing their soft fluffy lop-ears...

Finds them mouthwatering.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Snowy owl.

Carnivore.

Swoops in like a blizzard.

Merciless like the firestorm.

Eyes left human.

But no less abnormal.

One grey and the other cyan instead of them both being a deep unsettling yellow.

Majestic wings. Like a royal cape.

One as white as winter in the north.

Pearly feathers strict like pure starlight.

The other red like fire.

Bloody plume stark like the crimson glory rose.

So pretty, people mistake him for a swan half the time.

Only if it weren't for his curved and piercing talons.

Strong and ruthless.

Once those black claws tear into soft tissue...

They're not prone to ever let go again.

His favourite eye-candy are adorable little lemming.

A twitchy nose and bucked teeth.

They always scream so prettily for him.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Spider.

Imagine he has four more arms.

Three of them sprouting out on each side plus his legs.

He'd hold squirming little things down so easily.

Two hands pinning his tiny prey.

Leaving him with four hands spared to explore...

Fine silken string shooting from his palms.

Making the softest bonds.

Tying his prey up nicely.

Bringing new meaning to the art of shibari.

His main eyes left human, milky eyeball with a lavender ring surrounding a pool of black.

But the rest of his eyes aren't as normal...

With three slightly smaller ones decorating each of his cheek bones.

Pitch black looking like obsidian marbles.

Eight eyes in total.

Always watching.

Tusk-like fangs within his mouth. Behind that devious smirk.

Teeth secreting a special type of venom, seeping into his victims bloodstream.

A type of drug that has his prey weak to disobey his every little dirty command.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Andean Condor.

More commonly known as the Black vulture.

Carnivore.

Considered the largest bird of prey in the world.

Despite the fact that their talons aren't nearly sharp nor long enough to catch and kill prey other than small rodents.

Like rats.

They mostly have other animals kill for them and swoop in at a later time to feast without needing to lift a finger themselves.

He'll wear gloves to conceal them.

Never allowing anyone to think of him as less a predator than what his other menacing features show off.

Wings as black as night.

Feathers sharp like blades, carving through the air.

With a wingspan reaching farther than twice the length of his height.

Third widest wingspan of anything gracing the sky.

Always flying above the fray.

Looking down at people as though they're all mere maggots wriggling about in the dirt beneath him.

Signature plague-mask always adorning him.

A curved beak complementing his natural bird-like features.

Feathered collar lining his bomber-jacket.

Also compensating for those vulture-traits he was left without.

Golden brown eyes.

Small and slim.

Regarding everything with disgust, judgement and scrutiny.

Rarely goes hunting for prey and therefor doesn't have a favourite.

But once he fixes his eyes on something... he's not quick to give up.

[intersexalastor]

i want one of those "time reverses and character wakes up as their much younger self but with all of their memories" but it's touya. and he does things to make enji uncomfortable and now enji's less avoiding touya bc touya wants to spend time with him and more bc he's a little bit scared. he can't explain it but... the look touya is always giving him... it's not the kind a child is capable of.

[redphlox]

This chapters got me hyped for the next arc! On a serious note tho, in regards to Dabi’s lovely outfit, it’s interesting how he went from his dark emo-like style to just white. A part of me thought fallen angel, but I doubt that’s really anything lol 😂 But it’s such a bizarre change considering he does not have his jacket anymore. I know white symbolizes a lot of things such as purity, innocence, etc. What are your thoughts? I might just be overthink this outfit haha!

When I first saw his outfit change I thought it was a good sign, tbh. Going from dark to light is symbolic. It's not the first time he's been associated with this motif, either. There's this scene from 191:

And everything about him, tbh. When he died he was wearing what looks to be a white tracksuit with black stripes. When we first saw him as Dabi he was wearing mostly black, and now he's back to white. To me, it seems like his new outfit is a precursor to not only death but a rebirth, since the last time he wore white he experienced death and rebirth. If that makes sense.

The same thing happened to his hair. White -> black -> white. This was significant because Dabi was no longer hiding under an apathetic facade and a mysterious identity. He revealed himself to be Touya and with it came all the repressed pain and agony of being Touya, which was also symbolized by not re-dying his hair. He bared his scars in his reveal tape and then didn't bother trying to cover them up while thinking of his past, and we saw him attending to his wounds/burns, which he had never done until this point.

As far as specifics go re: colors, I did have to do some research because I'm not Japanese and am in no way a source on Japanese culture, so I'll put that disclaimer here: I probably didn't capture all of the nuances. These websites (here and here and here) indicate that white in Japanese white also signifies purity, but it used to symbolize mourning (black nowadays is worn for mourning), which I think is very fitting for Touya because his villain days are coming to an end. And no, I don't mean it in a "he's going to die" kind of way. I mean, this part of his life - being a villain, being separated from his family, being engulfed by his trauma, raging - will come to an end because he'll go home, like a reversal of what happened the last time he wore white: he died and left the home.

This source also states that Samurai would wear white during a ritual wherein they would die by their own sword, so if his new outfit is a reference to that, I think it shows how willing he is to die trying to get his revenge. It's more of a commentary on his mental state than his fate in the story. There's more to point that he'll be saved by Shouto and go home than anything else, so don't worry too much.

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Having a taller/flirty! (s/o)

Pairings (seperate): Tenma Tsukasa, Kamishiro Rui, Shinonome Akito, Aoyagi Touya

Tenma Tsukasa

Is easily flustered, like- okay, he's a bit short, or at least he believes he is comapred to other boys, but.. he just can't, with the teasing.

You also tease his height from time to time to get him riled up, and a part of him is greatfully envious as to how taller you are compared to him.

But a part of him also enjoys that you are bigger, only because he gets to spooned by you as you cuddle (he's still embarassed about it).

sometimes bribes about you to strangers while making poses. (becomes his morning routine)

Kamishiro Rui

Is loving it. depends on how much taller you are to him, but he actually enjoys the fact that he has to adjust his feet just so he can reach your face for a kiss.

Uses your height for special purposes. example, making you try out his new invented devices. (don't worry about getting hurt, he's not going to let it happen)

Has asked for piggy back rides. he didn't get them, unfortunately.

So if anything, it's you who gets more flustered than him. because he'll literally reply your remarks with much more of a come back.

Shinonome Akito

His eye kind of twitched the first time you guys met. how, can someone, who's the same age as him be so tall?

Asks you if you do any sports such as basketball or soccer. in the meanwhile, also searches up ways to get bigger and taller. he doesn't find much, much to his dismay.

He goes on full tsundere mode when you mess with him, though. he was used to be the one doing the teasing, and ever since you came in the roles were now reversed.

Is thinking of ways on how to provoke your cheeky comments. (he's not really progressing much, though..)

Aoyagi Touya

Actually doesn't mind that you are taller than him- in fact, feels very mutual about it. he's very glad he can share common things with you for the same matter: difficulties to finding clothes that are the perfect size, having bad posture, not fitting into cars, and unpurposely blocking others in movies or concerts..

He is a bit new to the whole flirting, though. he didn't quite understand your suggestive jokes or small gestures, being unaware of the whole subject. he only starts to comprehend it when Akito pointed this out for him. ..oh.. so that was why you always cornered him to a nearby wall.. or get very close to his face.. or poke his cheeks when you get the chance..

Is now embarassed about it. but doesn't mind in the slightest. absolutely enjoys every single thing you do to get a reaction out of him.

[kohakuarisaka]

Trial By Fire (chapter 2 of 2)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Hawks stopped by your apartment, asking for a patch up, and then asked for so much more.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Role reversal: Keigo is a villain and Touya is a hero. Liberties were taken with Hawks’ quirk and is non-canon compliant. This fic is not nice to Touya. Reader and Hawks smoke. Reader has a quirk. Reader is a female with descriptive female genitalia. This fic contains graphic sexual content, including penis in vagina sex, oral sex, spanking, dirty talk, biting, degradation, and knotting. Consensual ♥

Keigo’s appearance in this fic was inspired by this lovely art piece!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

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Todoroki Touya was a prince.

Being born to a top-ranking hero was almost the same as being born to royalty. Everyone recognized his name, his quirk might as well have been trade-marked, and he had lots and lots of daddy's money.

If that wasn't enough, Touya was incredibly handsome, too. He had a full head of stunning, bright red hair and beautiful, shiny blue eyes. His smile was charming and voice was hoarse and suave.

He was a skilled fighter, always topping the rankings at UA, the talk of all 'up and coming' news articles back in his teen years. His quirk was flashy and powerful, nearly unstoppable; but, he was also a dedicated hero that trained day in and day out to hone his combat skills.

The boy with the crimson wings couldn't have the fortune of being nobody. That would have been more preferable to his reality.

His father was a criminal, a thief and a murderer. His childhood home burned to the ground when an attempted arrest went horribly wrong, and resulted in half his body being permanently scarred by burns. But, no one would believe that a hero did that to a small boy, even if it was an accident. No, of course not.

No hero academy was going to accept someone with such a reputation, with a name like Takami, with a history of bloodshed, with the evidence smeared across his skin for all to see. He was in and out of foster homes for years before he could get his own place, funded by petty crimes and gang activity, the only way he could survive.

Touya was a prince-

-and Keigo was a gutter rat.

He wasn't the least bit surprised when you told him that Touya had asked you out, even less surprised when you told him that you said yes.

Of course you couldn't resist Touya. He was everything any girl could possibly want, and he could give you a hell of a lot more than Keigo ever could: fancy dates, lavish gifts, a nice family to go home to, a name with a shining reputation.

Touya could make you happy.

And so, Keigo stopped chasing you. He stopped hoping anything more would amount to your relationship. But, even if his life depended on it, Keigo could never stop wanting you, thinking about you, loving you. No one was like you, not by a long shot. No one understood him like you did.

But, you belonged to Prince Touya.

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Hawks woke in a cold sweat, torn from a nightmare. He bolted upright, eyes scanning the room, panting lightly in a daze. His bare chest glistened with the evidence of his agony and his wings flexed out, feathers taut and sharped at the ends, defensive.

He glared at the unfamiliar walls, legs tangled in warm blankets. It took him just a moment to remember where he was.

There was a photo pinned to the wall by your desk: him and you at a spring carnival during your first year of high school. Your hair was longer back then and he had a black eye from a fight with some upper classmen.

The pillows and blankets on your bed were so soft and freshly washed, the scent of the fabric softener still wafting. You had dug out extra pillows and sheets for Hawks when made it clear he was intending to come around a lot more often.

Your apartment, your bedroom, your bed: that's where he was. The only thing missing from the room was you.

Hawks pulled himself out of a bed with a groan and snagged his sweat pants off the floor, where they had been discarded when he arrived. He decided to skip the underwear and just pulled the loose fitting pants on with a tired groan.

He didn't need to search the apartment to know you weren't inside. His feathers weren't picking up any vibrations from footsteps or breathing. It was too still, too quiet.

Confident of where you were, he opened one of the windows in your bedroom, nearest your desk, and shimmied onto the outer ledge, hoisting his torso through first before bringing his legs in until he was hanging outside. He kicked off the side, beat the air once with his wings to gain some momentum and flew up to the roof.

You let out the most undignified yelp when he floated up over the side of the building, bare feet toeing the edge where he landed, giving you an innocent, drowsy look.

"Holy fuck, you scared me," you hissed at him.

It was almost 1 in the morning, and you had slipped on a loose shirt and baggy shorts to head up to the roof for a smoke. Unsurprisingly, you were alone at this hour, able to enjoy the ambiance of the night without one of your neighbors mouth breathing or trying to strike up a conversation. They weren't bad people; but, you didn't want their company.

Even from up this high, you could hear passing cars, the soft squeaking of breaks and the occasional squeal of tires spinning on asphalt. Distant lights were constantly changing: traffic control, cars coming and going, people in and out of their crowded apartments.

"You're not cold?" Hawks asked as he approached you.

"Not really," you answered softly.

Despite that, Hawks flattened against your back. His hands dragged up and down your arms as if to warm them before winding around your waist. You felt more than saw his head droop over your shoulder. As he pressed in close, you felt what was his very shirtless chest fall against your back and the unmistakable outline of his cock against your behind.

"I see you didn't bother dressing," you scolded him, lacking any real malice.

"You like it," he challenged, reaching for your cigarette.

Before he could grab it, you brought it to his lips for him, turning your head to try and face him, despite the awkward angle. You watched him puff the end faintly before huffing out smoke away from you.

"Ohh," he hummed. "You bought the fancy ones this time."

"They're not fancy," you retorted gently.

He flapped his mouth, about to insist you let him buy the next pack. However, he caught himself, remembering how well it went last time. It had resulted in a fight, and you kicked him out, nearly pushing him out the window, not that he couldn't handle that, of course, and it was a funny memory, now that it was over.

Besides, if he was being honest, it was really hot when you yelled at him. Maybe not so much this time since it put him in the doghouse for a week. But, the makeup sex was definitely worth it.

You didn't want his money; 'blood money', you had called it. You adored him, maybe even loved him, wanted him, longed for him; but, you had no desire to take any of his dirty money.

You weren't delusional enough to think that that made you a good person, or somehow morally superior, not to Hawks, or anyone else for that matter. It was a choice that you had made for yourself, to try and get your life on the right track.

Maybe, letting Hawks into your bed was counter productive. He was a wanted villain, after all. Business could follow, even if he worked hard to prevent that. If Touya found out-

You shuddered at the thought, mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen. You didn't want to see Touya ever again, let alone talk to him; but, there was no guarantee that your paths would never cross again. Would he be mad? Would he try to hurt Keigo?

Sharply, you turned your head and kissed at his cheek, lips smearing across the burnt half of his face, as if trying to reassure yourself that that wouldn't happen. Hawks hummed, and you felt the vibration travel along his chest and throat and onto your skin.

"Don't burn your fingertips," he scolded you softly in a hoarse whisper, snatching your cigarette from the burning end.

You had been so lost in thought, you failed to realize the cinders were nearing your fingers, the flame having almost reached the end. You watched Hawks roll it between his fingers, drawing the paper into his palm where he crushed it. The flame died and he opened his hand, letting the wind carry the burnt remains away.

"Kiss me," you breathed, so wrapped up in the moment that you didn't care that you were outside.

He obeyed with a growl, hands grabbing at your waist harshly to spin you around. One hand flattened at the space between your shoulder blades, holding you tightly to his chest while he arched down and captured your mouth.

You heard and felt his wings beat the air, powerful and unyielding: an intentional display of dominance, most likely, that should have made your eyes roll and not your heart flutter. But, you had always been soft for Keigo, and this advancement in your relationship had only made that worse, until you became putty in his hands.

He clearly really liked to play with putty. It was bad enough that he was constantly twisting and turning your body to see what kind of positions he could put you in: something that you, unfortunately, found far more arousing than you should have. He loved to poke and prod, see what kind of noises he could get out of you. He also loved to see how far he could push your limitations.

"Baby," Hawks growled against your mouth, eyes hungry as he took you in.

"Let's be crazy," he suggested, low and hoarse, with a slight edge that made him sound like a stupid teenager again.

He tugged you in close, shamelessly rubbing his erection against your closed abdomen, and making his intentions known.

"Hell no," you retorted, smoothly, sure, but lacking in any real confidence in your rejection.

"Come on," he urged, hands and arms sliding away so he could skirt away from you.

You watched Hawks step towards the edge of the roof with the kind of confidence you would expect from a man that could fly. He casually sat down, rotated to sit longways, one leg spread out for balance while the other rested right at the edge. He leaned back, spreading one wing out along the gravely rooftop, while the other drooped over the side, feathers long and fluttering in the breeze like a crimson, tattered flag.

Hawks crossed his arms behind his head and laid back in full, looking boneless as he stretched out. He peered up at you with a wicked grin, eyes bright as they reflected the distant street lights.

"You're fucking ridiculous," you snapped at him, realizing too late that you were smiling dumbly at the shamelessly display in front of you. Your words lacked any real weight. Rather, you sounded amused or impressed, not angry.

God damn it.

"You love it," Hawks retorted with a soft laugh.

"No," you commanded, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Come on," he urged, rolling your name off his tongue like it was a delicious, sinful delight. "It'll make for a great memory - great story. Tell all your friends you fucked some guy on the edge of the roof. No risk: you know I won't let you fall."

"I wouldn't say 'some guy', even if I had friends to tell," you said to him grumpily, settling a weak glare on the winged villain.

Hawks removed his crossed arms from behind his head, placed one hand on the roof for balance, and leaned up. His cocky expression was gone, replaced with something soft, almost nervous, like he feared he misheard you.

"You'd tell them it was me?" he asked.

"Obviously," you uttered back.

A genuine smile found its way onto Hawks' face. Maybe, he was more deceitful than you gave him credit for. Maybe he knew damn well that you couldn't resist that face, that smile that lit up your heart, those mismatched eyes. Only foolish girls let themselves believe nonsense.

Maybe, you could be foolish sometimes.

You approached Hawks and he leaned back, excitement clawing its way onto his face as he realized he was going to get what he wanted. You smacked his chest and he fell back with a rough laugh.

A slight tug pulled his pants down enough to spring his cock free, already fully hard and leaking against his abdomen. Some distant thought was that you should have been surprised; but, Hawks had proved to be quite the animal, with such a miniscule refractory period and ready to go without much persuading.

You carefully slid on top of him, one leg braced on the roof against his side, while the other dangled over the edge. The weightlessness had you reeling back with a frightened whimper. Hawks grabbed your leg and pressed it tight against his side, keeping you planted on his lap.

"I got you," he whispered soothingly. "I got you, baby. I won't let you fall."

The bastard could fly. He was used to feeling weightless, to feeling nothing beneath his feet. You were not, and the very real risk of slipping over the edge was ever present when you felt the breeze, felt the lack of something beneath your heel.

However, when you planted yourself on Hawks, who was partially dangling over the side, you felt grounded. He felt sturdy and strong beneath you, no fear in his posture, arms and legs firmly planted, wings spread out to balance himself. He wasn't waddling back and forth with uncertainty.

It barely took you a second to relax, to feel safe when his hands gripped your thighs, holding you securely against his weight. Of course he could catch you; but, you doubted he would let you fall in the first place.

Sooner or later, you were going to have to learn to tell him no; but, that didn't have to be today.

"Have you done this before?" you dared to ask.

"Not with a partner," Hawks answered quietly.

You barked out a laugh at his answer, and watched a cheeky grin appear on the villain's face.

"What? Can a guy not jack off on the roof?" he barked.

"You're fucking horrible," you chuckled, slapping at his bare chest.

"I didn't splooge over the edge," he added on.

"You're ruining the mood," you scolded him.

Still, despite those words, and the obviously fact that he had in fact not ruined anything, you reached between your legs and grabbed at the hem of your shorts. They were wide enough that you could just pull them to the side-

Hawks choked on his next breath. You glanced up at his face. His head was angled down so he could steal a look at your sex so effortlessly becoming bare.

"Fuck," he wheezed, as if he hadn't seen you naked dozens of times by now.

Bare of underwear, fabric loose enough to just shift aside, you angled your hips until his cock caught on your folds. Hawks moaned when your wet slit trailed across his length, literally dripping over him.

"-ooohh, you're wet," he hissed softly, sincerely surprised at the discovery.

"You fucked me just a few hours ago, you animal," you retorted smoothly. Your level tone contrasted sharply with the sudden whimper that escaped you when his tip hooked on your entrance.

"Heh. Made you scre-"

Ah, you loved when Hawks gave you perfect opportunities to cut him off. You shifted your hips and sank down, enveloping his length in moist heat, and Hawks' words dissolved into a weak moan. There was no ache, as you were still prepped from earlier, likely still leaking some of him, as well.

Hawks wasted no time laying a hand against your lower abdomen. His thumb dipped between your folds and flicked skillfully at your pearl. The harsh texture of his calloused fingerprint had you whimpering and twitching. His other hand gripped your waist and guided you slowly up and down his length.

"Look down," Hawks instructed, not demanding, not crude, but soft and guiding. His eyes displayed a sort of devotion and hunger that had you helpless to do much other than obey.

Your eyes directed to the ground below, over sweeping floors, dozens of windows and a couple fire escapes. This high up, the ground looked so far away, cars like pill bugs you'd see waddling along the concrete at the community garden. Something electric shot through you, catching your breath in your throat, and Hawks let out a hoarse curse, hips shuddering.

"Fuck, you got tight," he hissed.

His hand let go of your sex and lifted up to cup your face. He turned you to face him, nudging your cheek lovingly with his knuckles. Immediately, you realized, it was his burnt hand.

You turned your head to kiss at his skin, tinged red from thick scar tissue and wrinkly. Slyly, he dipped his thumb into your mouth, the same that had been dipped beneath your folds.

"Don't be scared. I got you, baby," he cooed while you sucked the digit clean.

You smiled and laughed softly, popping his thumb out of your mouth with a lewd, wet noise. "Normal people are scared of heights, pretty bird."

"You're special," he protested, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip.

That praise had your heart fluttering, and you mentally scolded yourself for acting like a school girl.

He pressed down and dipped his thumb back inside, coaxing your tongue out until it lulled over your bottom lip. Normally, you swatted his hand away when he did things like that. But, it was difficult to resist when he was looking at you like that. One gold and one milky eye took you in with a heated gaze while he gently panted through slightly parted lips.

"That's a good girl," he praised, dragging the pad of his thumb over your tongue.

You likely looked ridiculous like this, impaled on his lap with your tongue hanging out. You almost wanted to smack him and tell him to quit; but, Hawks' hand retreated before you could tell him off.

That same thumb returned to your pearl, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. He lifted his lips a little, encouraging, the corners of his lips threatening to break into a pleased grin. You gently moved along with him, finding harmony in a steady rhythm that had pleasure sparking at your guts.

Your eyes wandered, taking in his aroused expression, exploring the plains of his muscular chest, across the burnt skin on one half of his body, to the red feathered wings that jutted out from behind him. You didn't look over the edge again; but, the sounds of the city were ever present, reminding you of where you were.

"Someone could see," Hawks suggested darkly.

You shuddered, head lulling back, and let out a weak moan. You didn't consider yourself much of a voyeurist; but, that was oddly exciting. You were covered up well enough. They wouldn't see much of you, but the act couldn't be mistaken for anything but what it was.

Hawks shifted his hand away from your pearl and grabbed at your hip, long fingers curling around the thickest part for purchase. You didn't have a chance to consider the lack of stimulation before one of his feathers replaced his thumb, twirling and flicking insistently at your nub.

You moaned again, and let yourself go partially limp, somewhat held up by your hands braced against his chest, but more so by his stronger hands holding your center. You couldn't keep up with him, letting his hands guide you up and down to his length to his liking.

"-know how good it feels," he continued, some strain in his voice as pleasure spewed in his core.

He lost balance a little and the wing drooped over the edge flapped once. It wasn't particularly strong; but, it was enough to startle a jolt and soft yelp out of you.

Your hands slipped, and you were suddenly chest to chest. Hawks bent one leg to lift you higher on his lap, shifting the angle enough to bring him deeper and amplify the pleasure. His cheek slid against your neck and his lips met your jawline.

"You want them to know what a slut you are?" he snarled, less of a question and more of a suggestion.

The sensible side of you wanted to deny it. What good could possibly come of that? The feral side of you, that Hawks so expertly brought out, disagreed. You weren't ashamed of him. You were the happiest you had been in years. He made you laugh, he made you smile, and he made you come harder than you ever thought possible.

He kissed and bit a burning hot path across your jaw, drawing some loose skin between his molars beneath your ear, before wandering across your throat. He mouthed at your pulse, and the reality that he was a wanted murderer rang loudly in your ears.

You didn't recoil of fear or disgust. You moaned, loudly, arching your back and exposing one of yourself to him. He had to resist the urge to lift your shirt and bite at your breasts. If not for your modesty, than because your poor nipples had already been quite thoroughly assaulted not too many hours ago.

His dominant hand slid up your thigh, long, thick fingers effortlessly venturing up the leg of your shorts. He curled his hand around the back and dragged the pad of his finger along your union, gathering slick and remnants of his earlier venture.

Your cloudy thoughts didn't consider what he was doing, until that finger, now wet and slippery, was suddenly circling your other hole. That had you letting out a confused gasp. He didn't press in, just traced the tight ring of muscle curiously, and took your noise positively.

Hawks knew well enough, but the mischievous glimmer in his eyes gave it away.

"Aww. Did Touya never touch you here?" he teased.

He pressed in slightly, being answered by your muscles flinching tightly, if your lewd expression didn't tell him enough. You looked confused, maybe even a little annoyed, but the arousal was still present, thick behind the glare you tried to give him.

As inviting as the heat was, he didn't venture beyond the pad of his finger, which felt like a lot more than it actually was. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good, either. You didn't know what to make of it, but found yourself arching into the touch, and downright mewling when he slipped out and returned to circling the ring of puckered muscle, which surprisingly did feel good.

"O-obviously, that's not-" you hissed at him.

Still, through all his teasing and adventuring touches, his hips never ceased, forcing his cock into your sopping wet cunt again and again. The wet, fleshy sounds was loud enough to drown out the bustling city beneath you.

"No more than this," Hawks promised in a hoarse whisper, hot breath fanning out over your throat.

His fingertip eased back in, met with blistering tight heat, and you let out a strange noise, confused and perhaps a little discomforted. No, that was definitely not a place you were used to being touched. But, he wandered that territory carefully, ever akin to your desires. As new as it was, there was no denying the way that touch made your skin prickle.

"You like it," he observed slyly. "Dirty girl."

It probably would have sounded more teasing if he didn't already sound so debauched, thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to touch you as much as you enjoyed being touched. He had you wrapped around his finger. That much was certain. But, you weren't oblivious to the power you held over him.

"Keigo," his name slipped past your lips, breathless and dripping with lust. It wasn't really forced; but, you were intent on getting a rise out of him. "Keigo," and again. "Oh, Keigo," and again.

His teasing finger stopped and his hand shifted to grab at your meaty behind with an almost bruising grip. His pace was suddenly punishing, bouncing you in his lap almost ferociously while his hips pivoted to chase the sensation. He had you wheezing out breathless moans while he grunted and snarled beneath you.

"Close," he suddenly grunted, the word little more than a rumble in his throat.

"Yes," you agreed, deliriously high on the pleasure he pummeled into you.

It was impossible to know how he managed to hold off long enough to get you there first, or if it was specifically the tightening of your walls that got him there. You were mewling and twitching long before he howled out, and the heat of his seed burst inside you.

He was making a mess. You could feel it dripping down your thighs, sputtering out from his thrusting and leaking over his abdomen. Hawks didn't care, obviously, turning his head to kiss greedily at your mouth while his hips kept moving.

When he pulled back, you found yourself disappointed at the realization that he hadn't knotted. However, there was no way you were going to say that out loud. His ego was swollen enough already.

Careless to the mess, he lifted you off his length and helped you to your feet before adjusting his wet pants to at least clothe himself. Your combined fluids had made a mess all over the crotch of his pants, no doubt worse now that he tucked himself away. Your shorts were no better, and you could feel his seed leaking down your inner thigh.

The high wasn't quite over and Hawks was sporting an attractive red tint along his shoulders and chest, blonde locks an absolute mess. Still, at this moment, your focus was solely on getting back inside and cleaning up.

"You're the worst," you scolded him, sounding incredibly fond despite your insult. You took his arm instead of his hand and guided him back into the building.

Hawks swallowed a laugh and, together, you stomped noisily down the stairs. No one passed you by. If anyone spotted you, it went unnoticed. You hardly needed to drag Hawks, who was right on your tail. As soon as the door was opened, he pushed you inside, one arm wound possessively over your waist.

"Keigo!" you whined, flinching when his head ducked into your neck and gnawed at your skin.

"You got me riled up," he growled, pressing into you so you could feel how hard he still was. The sticky mess of his wet pants felt gross; but, you couldn't be bothered to care.

You wanted to tell him off; after all, you had done nothing, and he had done that to himself. But, you felt a tinge of discomfort at your core, aching and eager to be filled again. Your clit throbbed between your thighs, eager for more contact.

Hawks manhandled you onto the nearby wall, taking you by the elbows to plant your hands on the smooth surface. You didn't hesitate to make your consent known, arching your back and propping up on your toes as he roughly dragged your shorts down.

The fabric pooled at your feet, leaving your oozing sex presented to him. Your felt and heard his wings flap, so widely that they smacked against the walls in the small space. Knowing full well what he was doing, the sudden intrusion wasn't quite as surprising; but, still, he managed to force a startled moan out of you.

"Fuck," he snarled, forehead falling against your upper back.

His dominant hand reached around, circling your pearl as he found a steady rhythm. His seed from earlier oozed out, and it was equally disgusting as it was amazing. His free hand gripped your hips, holding you still so he could use you to his liking.

It felt amazing, and each shift of his hips punched a broken moan out of you. It didn't take long for you to feel it, the swell at the base of his cock, catching on your entrance, slowly working you open to take his growing knot.

"You want that, don't you?" he uttered harshly, tilting his head up to breathe the words into the space right above your ear.

Even though it was unnecessary, he made his point clear by shoving it all in, as deep as he could, and grinding, rolling his hips to let you feel the swell at the base.

You removed one hand from the wall, curved your arm back and reached blindly, skillfully finding his hair. Your fingers grabbed a fistful, rough but not enough to hurt him. Hawks snarled when you tugged him in, nails gently biting into his skull.

"You better," you whispered, demanding and hoarse, and apparently delicious enough that he had to stop his thrusts and tilt his head in for a kiss.

Suddenly, the closeness was everywhere, back to chest, thigh to thigh. You tilted your head back to make it easier to reach, and let Hawks kiss his way into your mouth possessively, first with soft lips before his tongue edged the soft skin apart. He dragged along your teeth before trailing your palate like he was tasting something divine.

Eventually, he was satisfied, parting from your lips with a loud pop, licking his own lips as if he had just enjoyed a delicious meal. He carefully peeled back, cock slipping free from your heat, hands letting go when he was confident you wouldn't fall.

An open palm collided with your behind, and the sound echoed around the apartment, drowning out your surprised squick.

"Get on the fucking bed," he all but snarled, the words clawing out through gritted teeth.

Your legs, steadier than you expected, carried you to the bedroom. Hawks, however, tackled you onto the mattress before you could make it, forcing you onto your back with his weight.

He chuckled into your skin and you squealed with laughter. Despite the impact, he was surprisingly gentle, mindful of his strength. Crimson wings flapped, nearly smacking into the ceiling. You briefly feared that he would get hurt on the ceiling fan, but immediately determined that he would be more likely to break it than be injured by it.

He peeled your shirt off, leaving you nude beneath him.

"I've made you such a slut for knots, hm?" he observed, leaning up on his knees to hover over you, and give you quite the view.

His cock was an angry shade of red, thick and heavy where it hung between his legs, almost tinted purple on the tip with the need for release. He had just a moment ago, and it made you wonder if the lack of knotting left him unsatisfied.

The beginning swells of his knot was an enticing girth right at the base, stretching the velvety skin of his shaft, and also tinted a dark shade of red. He was glistening all over, the tip oozing pre as if he hadn't come just a moment ago.

"-and I've made you a slut for me," you teased back, carefully placing your legs on either side of his waist.

He skillfully slipped into you with a pleased snarl, body slotting over yours carefully. He might not have been a giant, but Hawks was still bigger than you, enough to shadow you and leave you feeling small. He rolled his hips slowly, giving you a taste of that swelling before he began a steady rhythm.

Noises punched out of you, whimpers and moans and broken sounds that were almost his name. He balanced on his forearms, one on either side of your head to cage you in, while his legs planted on the bed and his tense abs did most of the work.

"So fucking good. Gnhnn - I don't deserve you," he babbled, uttering the words harshly into the space above your ear, tickling at your hair. "Beautiful and f-fucking perfect."

Hawks was a talker with almost no exception; but, still, despite having heard it all many times, he still managed to get a rise out of you, sweet nothings that made your heart flutter and skin prickle.

"Say you're mine," he demanded, tilting his head down to gnaw gently at your throat.

You swallowed, managing to catch your breath long enough to utter weakly, "'m yours, Keigo."

He lifted his head and dragged his forehead along your temple, huffing out dramatic breaths with each thrust of his hips. A bit more experienced now, you knew when he was close, when the catch became almost too much, the fullness dizzying and almost frightening. Your eyes fluttered open long enough to see his lustful stare, admiring the beauty of pleasure etched across your face.

You dragged your nails down his back, crying in ecstasy when the sparks ignited and pleasure soared through your core. Hawks' dominant hand roughly grabbed a fistful of the sheets, a frustrated grunt bursting from his throat before he roared, likely loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

His thrusting ceased, less he timed it incorrectly and missed this. You made a very distinct noise at the intrusion, the same sound every single time, and it echoed so loudly in his mind. He felt overwhelmed with pride, that he could make you make a sound like that, so utterly debauched and in beautiful ecstasy.

Hawks' own moans, that came out of him like a chuffing tiger, were drowned out by your delicious whimpering. If the fullness wasn't enough, his cock jerked and spurted thick, hot streams of his seed. You could feel each twitch, until he shifted forward, as deep as he possibly could go, and finally stopped.

The muscles of his knot tightened as they finished expanding, locking your cores together. Hawks' head dropped and smacked onto the sheets by your ear. You tilted your head back, nose pointed towards the ceiling as you panted, and felt his rough, staggered breath as it burned your throat.

You felt more than heard the rumbling of his chest where it pressed down on yours. It was unmistakable: the sounds of a satiated beast. The thought had you stuttering out a breathless laugh.

Hawks' nose nudged your cheek and he hummed questioningly.

"You're purring," you answered softly.

"Oh," he answered bluntly.

Luckily, he didn't try to stop it; or, he was consciously unaware of it. Either way, you hoped he wouldn't stop. You loved the sensation of being trapped with him, impossibly close and stuffed like a used sex toy. Just as much, you loved knowing that he was pleased. Shameful as it all was, he had a way of making you feel shameless.

"Baby," he cooed, voice soft and breathless, a little hoarse, like a dying engine. "Are you okay?"

Your arms and legs were still around him, clinging tight like you didn't want to let go. You were strung out and limp, sinking into the sheets, head lulled back and clearly, very pleased. Still, Hawks kissed at your jaw like he was uncertain.

"Are you okay, pretty bird?" you repeated back to him, turning your head to meet his lips with your own.

He kissed you back as opposed to answering, the soft rumbling continuing until you felt it in your own throat. One of his hands tangled in your hair, kneading gently at your skull. Eventually, he peeled back and stared down at you, mismatched eyes unwavering, like you were a specter that would disappear if he glanced away.

He was the one who would be gone in the morning, leaving only an ache in your tummy to remind you that he was here.

But, you knew he would come back.

[harveywritings92]

MHA/BNHA: They get severely injured and you heal them

You're recovery Girl's granddaughter you have a healing quirk called Angel's Glow, which requires skin on skin contact to work, small wounds, bruises and bone fractures are healed in seconds just by placing your hands on the injured area which will glow blue and repair damage, however wounds that are near fatal are different story. In that case, it’s kind of embarrassing, but you treat it how you would hypothermia, stripping down to your panties (or naked) and lay down holding that person close letting your healing aura cover them, of course you've never been in a situation where you've had to do that, pretty much keeping it reserved for your romantic partner, So when you got a call that your boyfriend was severely injured in a fight and his chances of survival aren't looking to good.

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Fatgum/Taishiro:

Reader's age 26.

The last thing Taishiro remembered was fighting this crazy strong villain with an equally strong quirk! So, one can imagine his confusion when the last thing he remembered before blacking out; was fighting as Fatgum and then waking up after who knows how long as Fitgum and in a stranger's bedroom hooked up to a very annoying heart monitor that would not. stop. beeping! Taishiro slowly sat up; with a grimace expecting to feel pain shooting all throughout his body the second he moved, but to his astonishment nothing happened... 

He was sure his left leg was broken during that fight! he cautiously wiggled his toes and jerk his left leg around, nothing no pain... in fact he felt great; giddy like he had just eaten an entire buffet of his favorite foods! But how did... His train thought was cut short when he felt an slender arm around his waist.

Taishiro suddenly became hyperaware of the other person, a woman. laying in the bed next to him! His heartrate spiked causing the monitor to start beeping rapidly!

The blond carefully reached over and gently pushed the woman's hair away from her face, the BMI hero felt a wave of relief wash over him upon seeing the calm sleeping face of his girlfriend Y/n starring back at him. But the relief quickly shifted to befuddlement, why was she here? he then noticed their apparent lack clothes, His yellow eyes widened and felt his face burn; Taishiro swallowed hard as he checked under blanket... why were they just wearing boxers and panties? 

Spotting a some of his spare clothes in Y/n's closet, Taishiro quietly and carefully got out of the bed; unplugged the Heart monitor before taking it off, and got dressed in his track pants and T-shirt, then careful got Y/n dressed in one of his hoodies before tucking her into bed, Just as Recovery-Girl popped her head in to check on them as she couldn't hear the monitor beeping anymore, and got worried she smiled seeing her *hopefully* soon to-be Grandson-law alive and healthy.  

"Oh thank goodness you're awake..."

"Yeah, I jus' woke up. Sorry for intruddin."

"It's nothing to be sorry for, though I'm sure you're confused how you aren't in a coma or dead."

"...What happened to me?"

Recovery-girl gave him the run down after he was put out of commission, Taishiro was in pretty bad shape, the out come was looking grim when Y/n ordered the ambulance be redirected to her private-practice which also doubled as her home, they got got one of her intern's to use their quirk which could burn off his fat, they cleaned his cuts and got him stitched up then the y/ht woman told everyone to go home; save for her grandmother and Kirishima who refused to leave his mentor until he was sure hew was going to be alright.

it was only when he saw Y/n taking her clothes off did the flustered teen ask about those guest rooms, she offered and recovery- Girl lead him out of the room, the y/ht woman slipped into bed next her her unconscious lover and activated her quirk, Tai's whole body was soon surrounded in veil of blue light that slowly started to repair and heal his broken body.

Taishiro smiled gently as he caressed Y/n's cheek making her wince in her sleep. "The poor thing must be exhausted over using her quirk for two days." the pride the tall man had felt to shifted into concern. "two days?!" he croaked he remembered Y/n telling him that her quirk can also transfer her patients pain onto her to the lessen their burdens, and if he was in really bad shape as recovery-girl described... "Is she gonna be okay?" he asked voice cracking, the old nurse frowned knowing that her granddaughter told him about her quirks pain absobtion. "Well, the next couple days won't be very pleasant for her, I may have to keep her sedated." the blond eyes started to burn as he watched Y/n sleeping soundly, vowing stay by her side and to take her on very nice vacation when this was all over, they could both use it.

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Shoto Todoroki:

Reader age 21, Shoto: 19

This poor touch-starved child was so confused and flustered when he woke up in a strange bed, wearing nothing but his boxers and y/n clinging to him very intimately, all while alarm-bells were going off in his head as part on his mind was still in fight or flight mode as he cautiously scanned his girlfriend expecting this to be a dream, and the villain that attacked him to pop-out at any moment...

After a few moments of waiting for the dream to end, Shoto cautiously used his fire to burn himself he winced feeling the pain burn his wrist, then the pain went numb the bi-colored haired man's brows furrowed before seeing the familiar blue aura from [y/wt] woman's quirk reverse the damage on his wrist, Shoto's stomach churred as realized what she had done, he carefully removed himself from the warm embrace of her bed and looked around the room for something to wear before spotting some a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt left out for him, he changed then carefully got his girlfriend dressed into her PJs and her tucked in.

Shoto was the picture of calm as he kept a silent vigil over the [y/hc] woman carefully playing with her hair, but internally he was freaking out! Wondering how long had he been out for? and how long had Y/n been healing him? was she going to be okay?! he grimaced at he saw her wince in her sleep; even a blind man could see she was already suffering from the effects of over using her quirk! "Why would you do something so foolish?" he sighed using his cold half to keep Y/n's forehead cool he felt her temperature spike. "Love makes you do very rash decisions." Shoto jumped to see Recovery-Girl behind him and the dual quirked boy immediate bowed his head to her in forgiveness.

"Don't do that Todoroki, you don't need to apologize."

"But because me Y/n is..."

"It's not you're fault dear, Y/n knew the risks as soon as she heard you were in critical condition."

"How long were we like that?" he asked asked dreading the answer Recovery-Girl frowned as she checked her granddaughter's vitals over. "Four days, I won't lie the next couple days won't be kind to my Granddaughter." She saw Shoto wince knowing the guilt eating at him. "But knowing she has a handsome young man looking after her, should help her make a speedy recovery.~" the room's temperature suddenly spikes as a blush adorned Shoto's cheeks Recovery-Girl giggled jubilantly as she left the room leaving Y/n in Shoto's care.

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Touya/Dabi:

Reader age 25 (note you're quirk can't heal his scars (you've tried) you were childhood friends with him, he kidnapped you and keeps you in his safehouse!)

Dabi woke up that morning with a splitting headache, crap how much did he have to drink? he growled taking a sharp breath as his eyes adjusted to his dimly lit bedroom, trying to piece together what happened last night, when he caught something blue in the dim light at first he thought it was his quirk acting up, but then he noticed some of his staples were missing around his stomach...

The it all came flooding back to him one of the Nomus had gotten lose before it could be "trained" and went on a rampage the villains and a couple heroes on the league payroll stropped it, but not without consequences, the beast managed to take a bite out of Dabi's waist, the scarred man somehow managed to make it home... walking through the front door was the last thing he remembered before blacking out, then he felt his stomach drop when he realized that this blue glow wasn't his flames!

Dabi quickly turned the light on above his bed and found a sleeping Y/n hugging his waist her quirk overworking itself trying to fix his scars, which weren't healing because the tissue was to damaged to fix, "You idiot!" he barked getting out of bed, then paused when he felt a rush cold air on his everything, his teal eyes looked down... Yep, naked as the day he was born, he cussed and checked under the thin sheet Y/n had covered them in, same story.

He check her temperature she was freezing!  "Tch" Dabi quickly readjusted the sheet around his girlfriend's shivering body then went and put on some black sweat pants, he quickly went to drawers and grabbed a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and put those on his y/ht girlfriend, then grabbed the discarded blanket from off the floor covering the couple.

Dabi used his quirk to boost up his body temp while rubbing Y/n’s arms trying warm her up. the last thing he needed was her getting sick, however he paused his ministrations and checked his burner phone... shit it been 2 days since the incident! He had a lot of messages from the league demanding to know where he was, He should probably get around to telling them he's alive... meh, maybe after Y/n recovered those f-ckers will live. 

[camgirlkaminari]

so ive been thinking for a while now how bonkers it is that ochako has a floatation quirk and an almost identical hairstyle to inko midoriya, and now that we're closing in on deku mastering all 7 ofa quirks, I can't stop thinking that nana, a woman who has been textually compared to inko midoriya, ALSO had a floatation quirk. i wanna ramble about it a little bit:

inko's first introduction to the comic is her telling us that she can float small objects toward herself:

she's an older generation, so her quirk isn't all that powerful compared to the kids' quirks. this is apparent when ochako comes into play and can float much larger objects, but with less control over their trajectory. i think we're not ever meant to compare the two characters' quirks, since ochako is more powerful, and can also float herself. even further, inko doesn't seem to suffer any consequences for using her floatation quirk, but since we are only shown her using it once, there's no way to know.

(i find inko to be such a strange character. she spends so much time crying and being deku's mom that we forget that she is her own person. she's married. she has a quirk. what's her job? how does she pay the bills? how did she meet her fire breathing husband? does she have parents of her own? we know so much more about everyone else's parents than we even know about the main character's mom! this feels so deliberate, even beyond the fact that we are all wondering if deku's dad is somehow ~a villain~. like I don't care about deku's dad! what's up with his fucking mom!!)

so now we're so focused on ochako's journey to mastering her quirk and learning how to float herself in addition to huge objects that we almost forget how similar to inko she started out: her hair, her face, her kindness, her strength.

spoilers ahead: 

now, like 150 chapters later, we learn about nana shimura's quirk: float. deku knows what's coming, so he asks his friend ochako, who can float, for pointers on floating. this is excellent strategy, deku! good call! you don't know anyone else who can float themselves so you learn from ochako!

meanwhile, absolutely NO MENTION of how 'hey, my mom can float stuff too! weird coincidence!' despite him remembering all might's comparison of nana to his mother.

all of this leads me to have a few theories about the nature of afo & ofa, the relationship between ochako, nana, inko, and deku, and the major themes of legacy in bnha.

theory one: Gramps For All

there's a massive theme in bnha of grandchildren of importance. first, we learn that tomura shiguraki is the grandson of nana shimura, a pro hero, one of the three factions warring for a place in post-quirk society. then we learn Eri is an instance of this: she's the granddaughter of an equally influential player. The comatose boss of the yakuza, one of the three factions warring for a place in post-quirk society.

there's all kinds of legacies in bnha: shouto, the son of the number 1 hero, a direct victim of hero society. iida, the younger brother of a hero who was victimized by a villain hell-bent on changing hero society. hawks, the son of a serial killer, a victim who perpetuates the cycle of victimization in the name of upholding hero society. all these legacies, but we don't know anything about their extended families. what are endeavor's parents like? were iida's grandparents pro heroes too? does hawks really have no other family?

and where are deku's grandparents? did they ever watch him while his single mom was working?

my theory is that afo is not dad for one, but actually gramps for one. he had children, more than one, and they each had their own children. inko is one of them, and izuku is the resulting child.

deku, grandson of all for one, one of the three factions warring for a place in post-quirk society. eri, shiguraki, and deku, each representing the groups most affected by post-quirk society: yakuza, "villains," and "heroes."

theory two: ochako & deku are cousins

why the hell does ochako look so much like inko midoriya and NOT her parents?

(in the anime, they look a lot like her, but in the manga...)

gramps for one had children, more than one, and they each had their own children.

i think that ochako may be adopted, or one of her parents is, or perhaps even inko was, so ochako's connection to biological relations is distant or non existent. she may not even know. we've seen that horikoshi doesn't make character design mistakes, and he's gotta realize that every time he draws deku & ochako in the same scene that he's drawn the same face twice.

so either he's trying to throw us off, or he's making a grander statement about who they are. he's a fan of star wars- he's already done a reverse of "I am your father" with touya & endeavor, so I think it would be interesting if he's set up this ochako/deku thing as a fun homage to luke/leia, too. but they're cousins, not twins.

(that's just deku times two, babey!)

inko, unconnected to her family as she seems, may never know if she had siblings or half-siblings. ochako's parents may never have known about ochako's biological relations.

this is a much weaker theory, but i think quirk singularity theory can make some sense of it. we have the original float quirk user, nana shimura. I don't think she is related in any way to inko or ochako, but her quirk helps demonstrate the generational growth of power. she was a hero before all might, meaning she's an earlier generation and had an arguably weaker quirk. but since she was a hero, she honed her quirk so that it comes across as incredibly strong, however she seems to have only been able to float herself, not objects or people.

float quirk user number two, inko midoriya, who can float small objects toward herself. she's the next generation after nana, so her quirk is still kind of weak, and in fact looks incredibly weak compared to nana's and ochako's quirks. inko is a nobody, not a hero, just deku's mom. she had no reason to hone her quirk. who knows? maybe if she'd gone on to be a hero, she could float entire buildings if she wanted to.

float quirk user three, ochako uraraka. ochako can float objects AND herself. she's a hero and a strategist, and incredibly strong despite being 16. she can float pieces of buildings and people and herself all at once. she's a hero. she's powerful. she's thoughtful & kind, yet willful and strong. she's the ultimate culmination of the other floatation quirks as well as inko & nana's personalities. but since we were introduced to these three float quirks all out of order, it's difficult to see the exponential power growth that happens each successive generation.

I don't think that ochako's ever going to be a major player in the end of all for one, or even the plot overall, but i think the THEME of ochako being the ultimate floatation hero in the series is a major player in the final story. ochako REPRESENTS the singularity. the generation after ochako will be so strong, perhaps her descendants would be able to negate all gravity in the vicinity, maybe on the planet. who knows! even if ochako isn't related to deku, let's say dechako happens, they have babies. that's a lot of float quirk in one couple! their kids are gonna have no bones! no muscle development because they never have to fight gravity! ochako's existence represents such a huge, yet nearly invisible thematic element of bnha.

tldr: ochako looks exactly like inko and has a cumulative float quirk reminiscent of both inko & nana, and i suspect the parallels between the three is deliberate for some reason. i just think that's neat.