#mha traitor

[tunafishprincess]

Art Commission for @aimportantdragoncollector ‘s new fanfic Walk A Mile in Another’s Shoes! If you like dadmight, mentoring AFO and traitor Izuku then this fic is for you! I had a blast making this.

[summerlovingbaby]

Traitor Rewrite Part 3

Aizawa watched Y/N get dragged away. Her body limp and void of life, though her eyes were open. Her eyes were wide open yet she stared straight ahead, staring intensely at absolutely nothing but a brick wall. She stopped fighting and kicking and screaming and turned into a corpse.

Aizawa rubbed Eijiro, who collapsed on the ground, on the head briefly before exiting the viewing room. His eyes loomed over the room looking the top of bright yellow hair, and a loud booming voice that seemed to flow throughout police station.

He found who he was looking for. Yamada was loosing his temper with a vending machine that ate his change and spit out stale pretzels instead of the crisp yellow patoto chips that she wanted. He kicked at the vending machine once more before grabbing it by the sides and shaking it.

It didn’t work.

Aizawa tapped him on the shoulder and placed his head in between his shoulder blades and bit back a rather loud sigh that he didn’t want anyone to hear.

“ I want to go home.” he whispered.

“ I know, babe, me too.” Yamada said, poking at more buttons  on the vending machine before giving up and tossing his hands in the air. “ This damn machine.”

“ I want to go home.” He repeated. The thought of being in this police station any longer was unbearable. He couldn’t go back into that room with all his students looking to him for awnsers, he couldn’t stand exposed in this police station, with all the underpaid detectives looking at him like he was a disgrace.

Who was he kidding? He was one.

Yamada turned around and brushed his fingertips along his face, briefly taken aback with how hot he was. When he got upset, his body tempature rose about a hundred degrees. The tip of his nose was turning pink, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid the gaze of everybody in the room.

“ I want to go home.” he said again. “ Take me home, now, please.” he pleaded.

He blinked a few times,, before looking up again, and at that moment he felt like a little kid. He was confused and concerned and hungry and afraid. And he hadn’t a shit idea what to do about it. The air around him turned hot and he felt like his skin was peeling off if he stayed in that stuffy room anymore.

“ Yeah okay.” Yamada said. He turned on his heel, breifly letting go of Aizawa’s hand and feighning a stomach ache, before moaning loudly to anyone who would listen that it was important that he go home at once, along with his boyfriend, who he needed to take care of him.

It was a rather good show, he clutched his stomach and slouched over. And if anyone tried to stop him he would heave and gag until they let him pass, dragging Aizaw a behind him, who offered no resitance and seemed rather amused with the whole thing.

Aizawa made quick arangements for the students, leaving them in the care of Midnight and Princeapal Nezu. Most of the kids liked them well enough and those who wouldn’t listen, Aizawa deemed them responsable enough to care for themselves so that was that.

Midnight ushered the students out of the viewing room, most of them to shocked to resist. All except Deku, who had his nose pressed against the glass, his mouth open and breathing hot air onto the window.

This felt all wrong. 

It had to be all wrong,

Eijiro through himself into histeryics and needed help to stand up and leave. His mouth flops open every time he tried to breath. Breathing was never something that he thought he would have a problem with, but there he was struggling to get air in his lungs and push it back out. The room around him blurs and the people turn into soft shapes and shadows. They are all asking him questions, that he can’t understand, and even if he did, he wouldn’t know how to respond. 

He wanted to go home, and nap. His bones ached with exhaustion, having not slept for days.

Everytime he tried to sleep, he would close his eyes and someone would start screaming, when he opened it the screaming would go away, so he ended up laying flat on his back staring at the ceiling. He thought the light fixture above his bed, looked remarkably like  a boob, and that never failed to make him happy, but for some reason it made him burst in to tears.

It’s probably because it never failed to make Y/N laugh like an adolesent school girl. She would point at it and laugh until she made her cheeks pink and she would double over. Eijro would poke at her stomach and tickle her thighs just to help her laugh more.

He loved her laugh. He loved her. Or at least he thinks he does. Or he used to at least.

“ What do you need?” Mina asked. 

Someone helped him sit in a white plastic chair, that could really use a seat cushion, because it was absoultly absurd that they would expect anyone to sit in those chairs for long stretches of time.

“ Can I get you some chips?” Sero spoke while handing a bag of chips, it crinkled loudly and it made him angry.

“ What about water, he needs water. “ Iida shoved a large bottle at his chest while he shouted.

“ It’s kind of cold, someone find him a blanket!” 

He didn’t even recognize the voice, but it sounded more frantic than he did. His lungs hurt, and he needed oxygen he couldn’t seem to find a breath of air. Maybe that was because everyone was so damn close to him sucking up all his oxygen.

“ He needs to drink the water first, he’s lost a lot of fluids.” Iida exclaimed.

Everyone was talking around him, sucking up all the oygen. there breath stunk up the already stale air. He wanted to go home. He wanted to sleep , and he wanted someone to speak to him like he was a person, yet nobody was.

He pulled on Bakugou’s sleeve. Bakugou was looking at the wall with a stony expression. He yanked on it, hard, to get his attention.

“ I want to go home.” he said. 

Bakugou moved his eyes down to look at him blinking rapidly. Kirisima knew two things in that moment. Bakugou looked down at him with curious eyes and a quizzical expression, he was thinking,

1. He needed to get out of this damn police station before he went crazy.

2. He needed to get Bakugou out of here and back to his hot tempered self.

“ I want to go home.” he said again. It was louder this time, so Iida heard him.

“ He wants to go home, someone take him home.” Iida said rather loudly.

Eijiro looked up at him, with big butter eyes melting down his face. “ Take me home, please?” He asked. “ I can’t breathe here.” he whispered.

Bakugou yanked him up by the arm, making him stand and pushed through the crowd of classmates who were doing there absolute best to help him, but making things certainly worse.

Nobody wanted Eijiro to be alone with Bakugou, a boy who lashed out whenever he felt like, but Bakugou wasn’t a person that you would stand up to. Unless you were Izuku, who was standing in the corner, his bright green eyes looking off into the distance. His left eyebrow was raised so that meant he was confused or bored.

They made it outside with minimal ressitance, and Kirishima ran to the nearest tree, hunched over and clutched his stomach, before promptly throwing up his breakfast and gagging on his own stomach bile.

Bakugou rubbed his back, but it didn’t help.

His heart hurt. 

It felt like someone took a knife and cut out a piece of his lungs and his stomach.

“ Sorry.” he said, standing once more. “ I don’t feel-” he doubled over once more, this time gripping on to the tree every time he heaved as to not fall over, he was afraid that if he fell over, he wouldn’t want to get up.

And if he didn’t get up, he would die at the base of the tree due to expousre or starvation,

Once he was finished, Bakugou made him stand, offered him water, which he didn’t except, just took the plastic bottle out of his hands and threw it at the ground. The bottle poped on the ground, and they both watched the water melt into the ground. 

Bakugou walked with him to the nearest bus stop, then sat next to him on the bus ride, that was before he walked him to the dorms after and insited on spending the night.

Deku felt wrong, something about this felt all wrong. He knew Y/N, or he thought he did. They grew up together, she spent her formative years at his house, when things got bad at home. He held her while she cried about her mother leaving her, and her sister leaving and her father being arrested for killing her brother.His mother fostered her for 3 months while her grandmother was under investigation, and it all seemed wrong.

“ This can’t be real.” Deku muttered. “ This can’t be true.”

“ It is, Midoriya. I mean you saw all the evidence!” Iida chided. “ Her laptop, her phone, the letters to her father-” he spoke.

“ I just find it hard to believe-”

“ Well believe it.” Aoyama snapped. “ They found all that evidence, and probably more stuff that they couldn’t tell us about.” he walked to the vending machine and looked at his reflection in the glass. He pushed a blonde hair out of his face and rubbed at his eyes. “ It’s best that we forget about this matter, and move on.”

“ Aoyama-” Shoji whispered.

“ I SAID WE SHOULD FORGET ABOUT IT!” he snapped. His voice high pitched as he shouted briefly losing his composure. 

He caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection and fixed his hair once more. He was starting to loose it, and he couldn’t. Not now, not after everything he’s had to do. Not after what he just had to do, he couldn’t.

“ I’m sorry, I lost my composure. The last bus for UA leaves in 20 minutes. I suggest we don’t miss it.”“ he chirped. He plastered a white smile on his face, shoved a dollar bill in the machine and it spit out skittles. God, he loved skittles.

He walked through the station, most of the rest of the class following him, Midnight attempting and failing to maintain some sort of order. Mineta yanked at the bottom of her blouse, trying to reach it to unbutton it, which resulted in her grabbing him by his hair and dangling him out infront of her to the ride to the bus stop.

Shoto and Deku remained at the police station. Deku wasn’t ready to leave, and Shoto wasn’t ready to meet his father, and tell him how much of a failure he was. Denki sat down at the table next to him, wiping wet hands on his denim jeans to dry them.

“ What are you still doing here?” Shoto asked, looking up from the bag of stale pretezels he stole.

“ I had to take a piss.” he said. “ Ohh. Pretezels.” he exclaimed, snatching the bag from Shoto. “ Where’s everybody else.”

“ Catching a bus.” he replied flatly.

“ What are you still doing here?” he asked.

Truthfully, if Izuku was being honest, he had a bad idea. Would it be bad if he broke into a evidence locker, yes it would be bad. And could it make things worse for him and Y/N,  yes. But he had to know, he had to make sense of everything that was happening. His brain weighed down by to many facts, his heart fogged with the idea that Y/N could be bad.

She was the one bright thing in his life, the one person who never pitied him for being quirkless, never bullied him, never hurt him, She protected him from bullies, but not because he couldn’t defend himself, but because she protected all her friends. She was feircly loyal, and would take a beating for anyone that she cared about.

That’s why he had a hard time understanding that she was a bad person. Y/N, his Y/N, the girl who used to plant daisies in the empty lot next door because she wanted people to look at something pretty on their way to wherever they were going.

“ I don-” he started, his voice high pitched and squeaky. He was always a rotten liar.

“ Izuku’s here because he’s planning to break into their evidence room to see the evidence.” he replied flatly. his hands gripping the edge of the table.

“ I AM NOT-”

“ You’re a rotten liar.” Denki replied with a grin, he was always one to like to cause trouble. “ You got a plan or what?”

“ Nope.” he popped his lips. “ Well I do, but it’s a rotten one.”

“ Which means we should go home, right?” Todoroki asked, looking up from his snack with a half hearted smile.

                                                     -

Eijiro finally went to sleep around 3 AM, and he stopped crying at about 4. He curled up in Bakugou’s arms, and pushed himself against his chest so he could hear his heartbeat- the only thing that managed to calm him down.

Izuku snuck into the common area, as soon as he heard all the commotion die down and he assumed it was empty. He put on all black, packed up his climbing gear in a bag and tip toed out of the room. He snuck past the common room, he stepped on a particularly creaky floorboard and a light flicked on.

“ Midoryia... I assume there’s a logical explanation for this.” Iida sat in the blue armchiar, his arms crossed neatly over his chest.

“ Not one you would like.” he replied.

Iida stood up slowly, thinking of what to say, before he placed hands on his hips and walked in circles around the armchair. “ I suggest you go back to your dorm.”

“ Or what? You’ll report me?”

“ No, but even you can assume that this is a horrendus idea.” he said. “ I get it, you being her friend in all-”

“ She’s saved my time more times than I can count, it just doesn’t make  sense for her to be the bad guy.” he said. He walked to the pantry and pulled out a granola bar, and 2 water bottles.

“ You’ll soon learn that they world is more black and white than you realize.” he spoke. Iida sat back down, crossed his arms and faced the door.

“ I don’t want to see it that way.” 

He looked at the large UA painted on the floor and scoffed. Some damn hero he was. Y/N was right he was a pathetic coward and not much else. He was supposed to be a hero, and he wanted it so bad he forgot what it meant.

“ Regardless of how you decide to see the world, whatever plan you’re thinking about, is a bad idea. “ he stood once more. “ I suggest you tell Todoroki and Denki and whoever else you planned on roping into this idea to go to bed as well. I get she was your friend, and this has to be hard, but you won’t help nothing by getting yourself arrested. Go back to your dorm, and we will come up with a smarter plan tomorrow.” he said.

Midorya walked out of the common room, quickly motioned the classmates who agreed to this plan that it was off and waddled back to his room. He planned on staying up all night to think, but his bones ached and his head hurt and as soon as he hit he pillow he fell into one of the deepest sleeps he ever had. He had a pleasant dream. He was a kid again, so were all his friends. Bakugou hadn’t become a bully and Y/N had a home and a  family again.

Y/N on the other hand, was in for a waking nightmare.

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[uselessfox]

Hey hey @great-cats , remember that post about that odd trio friendship??

THESE FUNKY DUDES

Hyperfixation said so 🥺

I wanted to redraw some cute little things I found on Pinterest although I believe they were originally from aniforce_bot on Twitter, credit ya know?

[are-you-ready-for-randomness]

My sister’s daughters are watching MHA

I’m a great aunt just so you know and I had the genius idea to make them watch MHA. It is all right, I get questions that are not that much surprising, but then the younger of the girls just asks me after the season 1 finale “ Where was the laser-belly girl when all this went down?”

And I thought two things at that moment: Aoyama girl?! Lol. Then the realization hit me that she noticed that he was missing from the fight scenes. She is way more observant then I was at her age.

[taboo-delusion]

Introduced my mom to My Hero Academia. I never even mentioned that there might be a traitor, and halfway through the episode where the press activated the security wall, mom said "I bet the principle's behind it." And now I'm partially convinced that he might actually be the traitor. It doesn't make sense, but all the evidence points to him.

[space-cat-in-a-teacup]

“A traitor? Nah... UA wouldn’t have to worry about that kind of stuff.”

Regardless of certain manga reveals, I still find Traitor AUs quite interesting.

[mymhameme]

Found some more sketches for my undercover Shinsou!au.

My boy is not having a good time.

[moonlight-shadxw]

Hello (: villain mic delivery

[shoutaaizawaonlyfans]

"What's wrong, Aizawa? I thought you liked it when I was aggressive?"

Artist: Hiddentrevo on Twitter

[yamraihasgirlfriend]

Denki: Don't worry, I got a plan. Sero: Alright. Denki: TraitorSayWhat? Aoyama: Excuse-moi? Denki: What? Sero: ... Denki: ... Denki: No wait-

[kickbutts-singsongs]

Okay, not that I’m not totally stoked for season 7, but I have to admit that I’m a little bit nervous. Because the anime’s coming out pretty soon, and it’ll be going into the final arc.

Which.

Horikoshi’s not done with yet.

Soooooooo ummmmm I have a pretty good feeling we’re getting like an AoT final season type of thing. You know…

Separated. Into parts.

Which, I mean, I guess I can handle cuz I read the manga updates, but likeeeeeee

Where are they gonna end the season?????

[thatonefandomjumper]

You ever just read a fanfic that rots your brain so much that you had no choice but to make a comic out of it? Yeah.

Anyway, here's the first 1000 words of A Mirror in the Dark by Fastern on Ao3 illustrated.

(Click for better quality)

I know I could have picked some sort of big scene to illustrate, but idk man, I felt like going from the beginning even if it doesn't seem like much is happening. Trust me when I say this is the best Traitor Kaminari fic I have ever read. My initial plan was to do the whole first chapter but then I realized I didn´t have infinite time so have these 8 pages instead!

Anyway, go read the fic right now. You will not be disappointed.

[summerlovingbaby]

Happy Father’s Day to this man and this man only

[lets-get-kraken-boys]

Omg what would yandere class 1a think if yn was the ua traitor ??

Short answer is, they probably wouldn't even spare a second thought to the idea. No, it would never be you, not their sweet and adorable (Y/N)!

They monitor you so closely all the time--I'm talking around the clock stalking every hour of every day--that even if you could be the traitor, they would have seen you sneaking off to report back to the villains or you acting shady. They also so deeply believe in the idea that you the best thing that ever happened to them, that you would never betray your friends and secret admirers like that. You are too sweet, too gentle, and too much of a good person to be secretly slinking around with the villains.

If you aren't the traitor, then no harm and no foul! Everything can proceed as normal--sunshine, smiles, happiness, and all that good stuff.

However, if you are the traitor...that's okay too! They're so in denial about your heartbreaking betrayal, that they refuse to believe you would do it of your free will. The villains must be forcing you to do it! Maybe they're threating your life or the safety of your friends and family so they can get the intel they need from the Hero Society and UA from this defenseless student! Oh, you must be so scared, too afraid that something would happen to you or them that you never peeped for their help! How they have failed you...don't worry, they'll make it alright! They aren't heroes-in-training for nothing.

First, they would put you under lockdown. You are not leaving the security room they prepare for you ever again. The door has at least ten locks and latches sealing it closed. All the windows are forcefully bolted down so you can't open them. It's basically all babyproofed--floors are padded, no sharp edges on the furniture or walls, no glass (even the windows are a thick, practically unbreakable sheets of plastic), and no sharp objects that you could hurt yourself with! It is their version of paradise and your worst nightmare.

They would let the teachers know of the situation. After Aizawa does some digging to find out who the leader of the operation truly is, the staff of UA would proceed with exterminating the members and leaders of the villain group and cut any ties with any contact you have in the outside world. They aren't going to release the horrible information to the public as they don't want to completely destroy your life (or catch the attention of the press and cops of their kidnapping of you), but they also would not let you continue to train to be a hero. It's too dangerous, and they don't want to teach you anymore ways to fight back against them then you already know. Basically, you become the class pet, of sorts--hella spoiled but never allowed to leave their side.

Some of the less delusional individuals of the class like Shinsou and Bakugo are fully aware that you weren't forced to betray them; they know you did it of your own freedom, but they never mention it directly to you. Rather, whenever you catch their eyes, you can see the swirling hurt behind the glassiness of their irises. They hate that you would do this to them--give up your friends for a shot a being a goody two shoes for the villains. Hell, they almost completely hate you for it. But, it's fine. They still love you they always will, even though you've made it clear you don't feel the same about any of them. They just have to retrain you, teach you to know better so that mishaps like this never occur again. In time, you'll be the (Y/N) they fell in love with again. They can wait.

Every time they have their turn to hold or interact with you, they're just slightly more forceful in their movements and words than the rest of the class. They make sure you know that they could snap you like a toothpick and glue you back together again the way they want, if it comes to it. Eventually, they will lighten up and act the way they used to with you, but for those first few months after they discover that you were the UA traitor, the bruises their grip strength give you and the remarks about "behaving" properly they hiss into your ears aren't going away.

With Love,

Kraken 🐙

[chaoseclips]

Guilt

[callie-the-creator]

angsty aoyama hcs

sfw. warnings: contains spoilers for chapter 336 of the manga.

author’s note: this was inspired by the song ‘promise’ by laufey.

• the thing is……

*cries into pillow*

• who was the one to end things? you. you were, but it was after you found out that aoyama was helping the lov— or league of villains— and causing most of their encounters with u.a. high

— “you are the most selfish boy i have ever met! we’re done!”

• he handled it pretty well, all things considered (he cried himself to sleep for a week straight)

— peter b. parker core honestly :// iykyk

• after being caught, he ofc ended his association with the league of villains, choosing to instead help the heroes defeat all for one, but this doesn’t mean that he was welcomed with open arms at first

— sure, it was a relief that he wasn’t on the villain’s side anymore, but you weren’t ready to immediately forgive him

• luckily, aizawa gave aoyama a second chance, while flat out stating that he has "no intention of expelling him,” so he is still attending the school

• i feel like aoyama would be outside your room, pleading for you to come talk to him. even if it is just for a minute

— he’d get yelled at bakugou to shut up…..let’s be honest with ourselves. 💀 bros trying to get his beauty rest

• it took aoyama weeks to finally be able to talk to you and even then, he was able to catch you outside of your dorm because you wanted to grab a small meal (that you may or may not have forced bakugou to make for you)

— “shit…okay, what do you want now?”

• aoyama, knowing he didn’t have a whole lot of him, began to profusely apologize, saying if there was any way he could atone to you, he would do it in a heartbeat.

— it’s hard for you to come up with any ideas because a lot of your friends were injured the times the villains infiltrated school property

— you don’t want to forgive him and as far as you’re concerned, you don’t love him anymore, so why does your heart burn at the sight of aoyama like this?

• it didn’t take long for some of the other students to slowly gather where you two were

• not liking the attention whatsoever, you set your plate aside and pulled aoyama elsewhere in the building where you two began talking about…well…everything. him, you, the both of you/your relationship, his association with the lov, etc.

— this is when aoyama finally admits that he still loves you and if you’ll have him, he’d love to be given a second chance to be called your boyfriend. but it’s not up to him. it’s your decision.

so…will you take him back or not?

“i’ve done the math. there’s no solution. we’ll never last… why can't i let go of this?”