#muses. [ edgeshot. ]

[resolutepath]

STARTER CALL. // @keshimasu

The rain pours beyond the comfort of his apartment, drizzling down the windows in dreary streams while the winds howl forebodingly. It is not a night for work, thankfully, his duties reduced now that the war is over and his recovery still a work in progress. But that does not mean he does not have his place. Shinya turns at the sound of his doorbell and pads over, unlocking the door and swinging it open to reveal the other hero there.

"Come in..." There are no questions, just the wider opening of the door to welcome the other into the warm ambience of his home, where he holds the one thing he can still offer unreservedly. His spare room, a haven for tired heroes who need sanctuary to rest until they feel ready to face the world again. A space away from cameras and judgement and expectation where peace may be found.

"What do you need? The room is yours tonight..."

[kitkat13001]

✦ — 7. this is (not) the end

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-> hitoshi shinsou x pro-hero!reader

✮ you and hitoshi have been taken and now sit at a dire crossroads. you’ve come a long way since the start of your team-up, but can you two overcome this last act? ✮ tracklist: summertime sadness - lana del rey, iris - the goo goo dolls, dark paradise - lana del rey, margaret - lana del rey and bleachers, outro - m83, mind over matter (reprise) - young the giant, time to pretend - mgmt

the first thing you notice when you wake is the darkness of the room (if it even is a room — it’s cold enough in here that you could be outside or in some cave somewhere). 

the second is that in your knee-jerk reaction to escape, you’ve realized you can’t use your quirk. 

it comes back to you in flashes. the sound of shattering glass, the falling debris, the feeling of weightlessness as you plummeted. 

hitoshi — reaching out, his outstretched hand, his body thrown over yours. 

hitoshi. your head whips around, immediately looking for him. your head is pounding and your vision is still adjusting to the dark, but you make out a vague shape in the abyss next to you. 

you blink until you see hitoshi tied up to your right, purple eyes barely fluttering open. he looks even worse than you feel, covered in various nasty scrapes and bruises. a blood trail is smeared under his nose.

“thank fuck you’re alive,” you whisper with a breathless laugh of disbelief, trying to move closer on instinct before your restraints tug. 

“yeah,” hitoshi winces, trying to sit up. “‘m good.” the chains clink as he does so, eyes sharpening as his senses return. “where the hell are we?”

“beats me,” you reply, trying to keep yourself level. “i don’t…after that phone call it’s all a blur…”

you glance back up at hitoshi, something sour curling in your stomach as your eyes roam his injuries. he looks much worse off than you…

“‘toshi, what…what happened after the building came down?”

“fuck if i know,” he replies, the gravel in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “we were falling, i grabbed you, and then…” he sighs, shaking his head. “i woke up.”

“this is so fucked,” you whisper. “…think edgeshot has any idea where we are?”

“highly improbable.” 

you and hitoshi freeze, your blood turning to ice when a voice speaks in the darkness. you flinch when a blinding light comes on overhead. 

“while i admit we had to make quick work of you, we certainly made sure to keep you far enough that your colleagues won’t be able to find us.”

you can’t see the person directly with the light coming from behind, but you make out his blocky silhouette — tall, rectangular with the bulky black coat he’s wearing, topped off with a matching black hat. his voice is male, young adult or middle aged, and cocky. “all of this could have been so simple,” he muses. there’s an edge to his voice you don’t like.

“i get my weapons, and you stay good with the cameras — out of my way. this little situationship of yours has been a real a pain in my ass.”

“what are you going to do with us?” hitoshi demands, his voice low and boiling over with barely-contained anger. 

“i hope you’re not expecting me to fall under your mind control by answering that — you’ll find yourself quite disappointed. as your partner is now well aware, you’ve both been…neutralized for now.”

“what do you want?” you snap, chains clanking once more as you jerk upwards. 

“what any good businessman wants, really,” the man replies evenly. “to make a statement. and to go about my operations unbothered, which until now was not an issue.”

“see,” he continues, pacing around in front of you both with an insufferable air of arrogance. “the deal was that so long as these air-headed reporters stayed out of my affairs, i would keep my operations out of the city. no harm, no foul, right? after all, i’m a good samaritan at heart.”

“you’re a criminal,” you spit, furious just picturing the slimy smile probably adorning his face. 

“watch yourself, rookie,” he replies, a sharpness in his previously level voice that makes your stomach dip. “as i was saying, no one would be hurt as long as my people were left alone. but it seems your friends at the hero commission share your — honestly inane — beliefs about the morality of it all, and have since begun to interfere with my business.” 

he heaves a theatrical sigh that makes your skin prickle. “add to that the ‘hot gossip’ surrounding you two: tokyo’s new controversial hero couple — to be or not to be? a little pathetic, if you ask me, but nonetheless attracting much unwanted attention.“ 

“you said you wanted to make a statement,” hitoshi remarks. “how do we fit into that?”

“ah, very direct! i like that about you, nighthide. you’d do great for this with that attitude, although i admit your partner here might put on a better show.”

you don’t miss the way hitoshi tenses, muscles coiled tight when the man gestures to you. 

“you know, theatrics and all. your outbursts on live tv, how eager you were to capture my workers. even your willingness to sacrifice yourself for your partner during that showdown at the docks. you’re quite the emotional one, aren’t you?”

you don’t reply, teeth clenched so hard you’re afraid they’ll break. 

“anyhow, allow me to get to the point. i need the commission to back off. as long as they stay out of my business, i’ll keep my weapons out of their city. like i said, i’m a businessman — and a generous one at that. so here’s the deal: i’ll let one of you go get my message back to your boss, and the other can stay here for me to make an example of. i’ll even let you decide who’s who — how’s that?”

your headache has only worsened, and you feel sluggish trying to process his words. sweat is beading on your neck, and while your face is hot your limbs feel cold and heavy. 

“i’ll give you two a moment, then,” the man says in response to your stupefied silence. he pauses on his way out before adding, “and don’t try anything, because i’m more than happy to keep you both.“

when the door closes, you both release the breath you’d been holding. 

“you go.”

you look up again, having heard hitoshi and not yet understanding. you stare at him for half a second longer before your brows crease and you reply with a firm, “no way!”

hitoshi sighs your name like it’s painful. “i knew you were going to say that.”

“i’m not going to leave you here with that psycho!” you reply hastily. he can’t have expected you to agree, not after all you’ve been through together. 

“so you want me to leave you here alone instead?” he replies. his voice has that practiced dryness, but his violet eyes betray the deep concern underneath. 

you scoff. “i’d hold up better than you. just look at you!” you reply, gesturing to his wounds. now that the lights are on, you can see the bloodstains on his clothes, the deep purple bruises laid into his sides and arms.

“thanks,” he says, sarcastic as ever even in his state. 

“you know what i mean!” you huff, growing increasingly more frustrated. “you’re injured, hitoshi.”

“yeah, so are you.”

“you’re injured from protecting me!” you try to ignore the way your voice cracks, taking a deep breath to collect yourself before you continue. “no more. no more of this ‘you before me’ shit, you understand? i just got you back and i am not going to lose you again. we do this together or not all, remember?”

hitoshi looks up, holding your gaze steady for a long moment before he sighs. “do you even have a plan?”

“not even a little bit,” you answer confidently. you both snort a last desperate laugh, trying to ignore the pit in your stomach as footsteps begin to come back towards you. 

for all your bravado, a jolt of fear shoots up your back when the metal door creaks open and the silhouette begins to enter the room. 

“have you both decided yet?”

it’s like everything slows down again, just like in the hotel before everything went to shit. the door opens and you look to hitoshi for one last comfort before whatever is to come. he looks like the smile he gives you pains him, and his voice is low in that last moment when he says it. 

“i love you.”

your brain goes blank, blood rushing in your ringing ears.

“what?” 

“take me,” he says, to your captor this time, brows creased and shoulders set. “let them go.”

it’s like all the air is knocked from your chest. 

“no, no wait—”

the villain claps his hands cheerily. “perfect! i’ll admit i would’ve enjoyed their melodrama, but perhaps leaving such a confident young hero a mere shell without a partner will be worth it!”

your eyes begin to well up with tears, panic seizing you by the throat as arms materialize from nowhere to grab you. 

“hitoshi, you fucking idiot!” you cry, trying in vain to claw your way forward. “let me go! hitoshi!”

it’s no use. you’re fighting with everything you have, but the exhaustion is starting to take you. your limbs ache, your chest tightens, and your stomach turns as they haul you back. without your quirk, you’re helpless.

“i’ll come back! i promise i’ll come back for you!” you scream frantically, struggling against the shapeless figures now dragging you away from the scene. 

your captor laughs, much too jovial for the situation you’re in, and anger (as well as a deep pain you try not to give in to) boils in your blood. 

“good luck with that!” he replies cheerfully, and you clench your teeth. “by the time you get back or anyone finds you, i’ll be well and done with your little boyfriend here.”

hitoshi ignores him, holding your gaze strong. his face is becoming blurry through your tears, and the last thing you see is the weak smile he musters just for you before the doors slam in your face.

you cry out once more when the sunlight blinds you again. you heave shallow breaths, trying not to hyperventilate as you stumble backwards onto the pavement. 

it’s broad daylight, but there’s no one around. you’re vaguely aware of your surroundings, of the sea of identical warehouses that goes on as far as you can see. 

the shipping yard. out by docks where you were stationed with hitoshi. a tiny spark of hope ignites in your chest, barely enough for you to get to your feet and start running. 

it’s far from the agency — from anything resembling civilization, really — especially on foot, but you can make it. you have to make it, for hitoshi. for the idiot that sacrificed himself for you, again. you owe him this and much, much more. 

it’s the only thought that keeps your aching limbs moving, that keeps you from passing out as you sprint like a madman through the streets. 

the sun is beating down like hell, and your vision is beginning to blur. you’ve tripped on the curb more than once, and your ankle is screaming from where you’d rolled it earlier. but you don’t stop for even a second until the buildings begin to look familiar. 

you’re heaving by the time you turn the same corner you do for work every day, stunned to find a crowd of familiar heroes stationed at the entrance to the agency. 

it’s all you can do to stay on your feet as you approach, but you don’t even make it to the front steps before your body finally gives out, hitoshi’s name the last breath that you take before everything goes dark. 

when you wake, your entire body is alight with pain. and still, your first thought is of hitoshi. 

“where is he?”

your voice is hoarse, your throat sore, probably from all the yelling. 

blurry shapes begin to assemble as you take in the scene, feel the light blanket over your body and the beeping of a heart monitor and two figures at your sides. 

“thank god!” mt. lady cries in relief, throwing her arms around you. “we thought you were never going to wake up!”

kamui woods sighs, trying gently to pry her off. “you gave us quite the scare there, rookie. we’re fortunate that edgeshot turned up just in time and led us to the syndicate.”

“and hitoshi?” you say again, nails digging into his lacquered forearm. “is he…”

“he’s alive,” kamui assures you, giving your hand a light squeeze. “edgeshot got the location where they were holding you both from one of the associates at their base. nighthide took a beating, but we got him out alright. only kamihara and eraserhead have been in to see him, he’s been mostly unconscious, but they say he’s in stable condition— where are you going?!”

you’re already climbing out of bed, ignoring kamui and takeyama’s concerned squawking as you pry the iv out of your arm and disentangle yourself from the sheets. 

“i need to see him!” you reply quickly, ducking out of the room as they call after you. 

getting up in your state was certainly a mistake, if your pounding head and stiff limbs are any indication, but you don’t regret it. you need to see hitoshi for yourself, make sure he’s okay. get that godforsaken image of his shaking smile as the doors closed out of your head. 

you hurry down the hall as fast as your exhausted body allows, peering in every window searching for that familiar shade of purple. 

you you wander up and down several hallways to no avail, that all-too-familiar panic beginning to rise up again, when a voice speaks from behind you. 

“they said you’d go looking for me. come here often?” 

you whip around to find hitoshi in matching hospital pajamas, arm in a sling and all kinds of bruised and bandaged up. but here, before you, alive. 

you don’t think twice before you throw yourself at him, not caring even when both of you cry out in pain. 

“don’t you ever fucking do that to me again!” you cry, tears welling up in your eyes. hitoshi grunts when you knock your fist against his back. 

“ouch, jesus! a little stitched up here.”

you ignore him, your arms tightening around him as you bury your face in his shoulder. “you asshole, i thought you were dead,” you grumble, voice muffled into his shirt.

his good hand comes up to rest on the back of your head, holding you to him. he brushes the hair back from your face, murmuring a quiet “‘m sorry,” into your temple. “i’m here now.”

“i am so sick of your self-sacrificing bullshit,” you insist, pulling away to scowl up at him. the teary eyes and red rose diminish your intimidation factor, though. 

your cheeks burn when hitoshi has the gall to chuckle at you. “well,” he replies, “now you know how i felt the last ten years with you.”

you huff frustratedly and drop your head against him again to avoid his cheeky gaze. “whatever,” you grouse. “just…just don’t do that again.”

he laughs softly, fingers toying with loose strands of your hair as he holds you close. “not if i can help it, sweetheart. don’t worry.”

neither of you move until you hear footsteps approaching in the hall, followed closely by familiar voices calling out for you. 

hitoshi peers down at the way you tense a little. he steps back a little, still holding your hand, and nods down the hall. “c’mon.”

“where are we going?” 

“just come with me.”

you let him drag you away by the hand as the voices get closer. hitoshi pushes open a door and leads you inside, shutting it without a sound and leaning back against the wall behind him. it’s a quaint little office, but you both remain in the doorway like you’re connected by some invisible string. 

you both slide down the wall and sink to the ground, still so close your knees are touching. 

“my whole body hurts,” you whisper conspiratorially, and revel in the smile hitoshi cracks. 

“mine, too.”

“can i ask you something?” you murmur after a long minute.

hitoshi laughs quietly. your old habits die hard. “yeah,” he answers softly. “you can ask me something. you can ask me whatever you want.”

you pause for a second, trying to work up the nerve — but you’ve come this far, and something tells you you might already know the answer anyhow. “did you mean what you said in there?” 

“what?”

“in the warehouse,” you reply, brows creasing a little. “when you said you loved me. did you mean that or were you just trying to distract me?”

hitoshi traces patterns on the linoleum tile below. “what do you think?” 

“i…i don’t know…” you answer honestly with a helpless shrug. thinking back on the entire ordeal is painful, but even though it’s been replying in a fuzzy blurry loop since it happened, you’re still struggling to make sense of it. 

“i meant it,” hitoshi replies, violet eyes soft when he looks at you. “of course i meant it.” he snorts, a chuckled huff of air and disbelief. “you drive me absolute batshit crazy, but i love you — i think i always have. ever since that night of the hero gala in third year, maybe even before that.”

the room is cold from the air conditioning, but the warmth of hitoshi’s legs against you spreads to your entire body. “can i say something?” 

hitoshi grins. “you just did.”

“shut up,” you reply, propping yourself up to crawl closer. 

“what are you doing?” hitoshi asks with a coy smile as you clamber over his long legs with clumsy grace. 

“just shut up and hold still.”

he hums lowly as he watches you get closer, settling comfortably on his lap and drawing him closer. you see him opening his mouth, probably to make another sarcastic comment, and cover his mouth with your own before he gets the chance. 

you can feel him smile against your lips, feel the flutter of his stupidly long eyelashes against your warm cheeks. you pull away just enough to cradle his face, pushing the hair back from his forehead. 

“i love you, too. you and your five-head and your attitude and your terrible sarcasm and those stupid rope tricks you practice with your capture weapon and your spider-man comics i know you hide under your bed and—”

he’s laughing now, ducking his head out of your grip and going back in for another kiss while you giggle against his lips. “alright, alright! i get it. love me less.”

you smile, hands steady around him. your shoulders drop, truly relaxed for the first time in a very long time. “never.”

✮⋆˙ SIX MONTHS LATER

“we’re going to be late!”

“i’ve been ready this entire time. you were the one who wanted to stop off for dessert,” hitoshi replies, calmly strolling after you as you hurry down the airport hall. you know he’s walking slower just to piss you off, so you grab his arm and tug him along with a huff. 

you grin back at him when he cries out, shooting you a cutting glance for grabbing his bad arm. 

“well, i wasn’t the one who spent ten minutes trying to pick an ice cream flavor,” you retort and hitoshi groans. 

“whatever. do you have everything?”

you pat your pockets to take stock. “phone, passport, wallet, keys.”

“hero license?”

you curse, searching your hoodie’s pockets for the little card. 

hitoshi grins, holding it up between his fingers. “left it on the nightstand.”

you snort and snatch it back from him, resuming your pace as you speed-walk for your gate. 

the sun is barely coming out, the sky painted in brilliant colors through the glass walls of the airport. you both tote your suitcases through the tunnel and onto the crowded plane. 

hitoshi loads your luggage overhead before dropping into the seat next to you. your eyes meet when a baby starts crying in the back of the cabin, followed by someone in the row above coughing, and the seats jolting as someone accidentally knocks into your row. 

you stare at each other for one second before you burst out laughing, settling as comfortably as you can (which is not much) in your small seats. 

“i can’t wait to see the beaches again,” you murmur, letting your head rest against hitoshi’s shoulder. 

“it’s the middle of winter.”

“‘toshi, you can’t go to okinawa and not go swimming,” you reply teasingly. 

he heaves a dramatic sigh, stretching his arm around you. “fine. but we’re hitting the hot springs after. we’re probably going to need it after this mission.”

you scoff with exaggerated haughtiness. “no match for the dynamic duo! although, i am thinking we’ll run into some ‘extended complications’ and have to stay a few extra days.”

hitoshi laughs, releasing a quiet, happy sigh. “yeah, that sounds like a good idea. maybe we’ll even miss our flight on the way home.”

you beam out the window, letting yourself lean back and watch as the sun arcs over the cloudtops outside. “oh, wouldn’t that just be tragic?” 

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[ashthesalamipiece]

"Secret’s Out"

Edgeshot prided himself on precision—both in the field and in life. He had slipped in and out of the hospital with the skill only the #4 Pro Hero could muster, careful not to attract attention. The media didn’t know. The commission didn’t know. Not even his closest colleagues.

And that’s how he liked it.

This was his peace—his sanctuary with you and your newborn son. And he wasn’t ready to share that with the chaos of the hero world.

Unfortunately, fate—and Present Mic’s big mouth—had other plans.

---

It started innocently enough. A casual patrol meeting at the agency. The usual crew—Endeavor, Mirko, Best Jeanist, Hawks, and of course, Present Mic—sat around the table throwing back caffeine like it was oxygen.

Edgeshot stood at the edge, arms folded, face unreadable as always. Calm. Controlled.

Until Hawks strolled in late, twirling a familiar beanie in his hand.

"Yo, Shinya," Hawks said with a smirk, holding up the tiny gray hat with a small embroidered duck. "You, uh, drop this?"

Time stopped.

Edgeshot's eyes flicked to the beanie. His son’s beanie.

"...Where did you get that?" he asked, voice perfectly flat.

"I was flying by the hospital yesterday. Saw a nurse wave it around outside the window. Said someone left it. Had a tag inside that said ‘Shin Jr.’," Hawks said with an exaggerated shrug. "Figured it was a sidekick or... surprise, surprise?"

The room went silent.

Then:

"No way," Mirko laughed, sitting up straight. "Edgeshot has a baby?!"

Best Jeanist narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Hmm... That would explain the recent increase in tactical leave. And the softer demeanor."

"You’ve been smiling lately," Endeavor grumbled, clearly offended by the idea of anyone having joy.

Present Mic practically leapt out of his chair. "OH MY GOD, SHINYA'S A DAD?!" he howled. "WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME?!"

Edgeshot, surrounded and betrayed by a single forgotten beanie, let out a long sigh through his nose.

"...Yes," he said quietly. "I have a son. His name is Ren. And I’d prefer to keep it private."

The teasing exploded instantly.

"Uncle Jeanist has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?" Jeanist mused.

"I CALL GODMOTHER!" Mirko yelled, punching the air.

"Does he have wings like me?" Hawks teased, tossing the beanie back.

Present Mic was already brainstorming a baby shower playlist.

Edgeshot stared into the middle distance, wondering if he could sew his vocal cords into a noose.

---

Later that night, he returned home, your baby curled peacefully on his chest as he recounted the day’s chaos.

"They know now," he murmured to you, gently stroking your son’s head.

You laughed softly, brushing hair from his face. "You knew they’d find out eventually."

"I was hoping for at least six months," he said with mock despair. "Now Jeanist’s talking about matching denim for toddlers."

You snorted. "Better than Endeavor suggesting fireproof diapers."

He smiled—soft and small—and leaned his head against yours. In the background, your son stirred and sighed, clutching the edge of Edgeshot’s hero cape like it was his whole world.

Let them tease. Let them laugh.

Because now they knew exactly what he was fighting for.

[chipen]

otp + notp for hawks

OTPs -

boy howdy. hawks is my most shippable muse. just look at him.

dabihawks, endhawks, and shigahawks - in order of adoration are my top 3. dabi will always be my fave, because doomed yaoi just gets me. endhawks, i know is not for everyone but i think it can be compelling and interesting ship if done correctly. shigahawks is SO GOOD TOO because like they are two sides of the same coin. both children taken in by nefarious forces and raised to be what they are. they could've literally traded places to be honest. i also think personality wise they would've been interesting together as well.

aizawa (it's just hot idk aizawa attracts loud blonds), mirko, fuyumi, jeanist, edgeshot, and burnin. also love him with skeptic because skeptic bugged his wings like there ain't no way shit didn't get a little spicy there. another honorable mention to @eclipsemuses's all for one specifically because that shit hits.

i'm a touch up in the air about twice. i could really go either way with him i think, i just haven't gotten to write it.

nOTPs -

tokoyami. hard no from me. those two are like brothers in my eyes. tokoyami's love and respect for hawks is so precious to me and i do not see it as anything but platonic and refuse to see it any other way.

[quirkwizard]

Given Koichi and the brothers quirk names, all I can imagine is a doctor looking through a registry of quirk names to make sure the one he wants to use isn't taken. "Ok how about glide and slide, surely nobody's thought of that- Are you kidding me? Ok kid your quirk name is slide and glide." Do you think those names are recycled as people die? Like now that edgeshot has kicked the bucket some other kid can get his quirk's name. Sorry to just muse into your inbox.

No need to apologize. As long as it gives me something to bounce off of or talk about, I'm fine people sending in stuff like this and actively encourage you to do so. Then again, the name change may have been by Koichi's mom since she hit him so much he lost out on power.

I've always bounced around with who names the Quirks. I believed that whatever specialist helps register new Quirks can give a list of suggestions for it and the parents decide what it is, barring any cases where it's inherited like "Engine" or "Earphone Jack". I do believe that people can chose to change their name later. Because what doctor or parent would ever let their kid have a name like "Hellflame" for their power? As for repeats, I believe that Quirks and human languages are varied enough that you don't have to worry about too many people with the same name, at least unrelated people. Otherwise, it could be why we have multiple Quirks with the same name in spite of the fact they function differently, like what I talked about with Mount Lady and Gigantomachia both having "Gigantification". Then again with Quirk names like "Wooden Swords From His Hands" and "Beams From His Eyes", maybe they are running out of ideas.

[lofiheroine-official]

Aria relationships with others!

Friends

Vibe ( @winters-many-muses oc) : Energetic, chatty, and the total opposite of Aria’s quiet personality. He annoys her, but she trusts him more than she lets on. They have a chaotic balance. She pretends he’s background noise. (Friendship can change depending on how winter and I want our ocs to bond or if we want to traumatize them!)

Kyoka Jirou: Deep respect. Aria admires Jirou’s sound-based quirk and musical talent. They don’t talk constantly, but there’s an unspoken connection and occasional jam sessions.

Denki Kaminari: Surprisingly compatible. His easygoing, silly energy makes her roll her eyes — but she enjoys the low-pressure vibe he brings. He jokes she’s his “low battery buddy.”

Tsuyu Asui: Calm, blunt, and emotionally grounded. Aria finds her presence easy to be around. They often sit in silence without needing to fill it with conversation.

Mentors

Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) : One of the few adults Aria genuinely listens to. He understands the mental and physical toll of her quirk, and she respects his low-drama, observant teaching style even though she’s not in his classes.

Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) : Surprisingly helpful when it comes to quirk ethics and emotion-based quirks. Midnight once gave Aria solid advice on keeping emotional boundaries strong when using Mind Music.

Internship

Edgeshot : Aria interned under Edgeshot during her second year, drawn to his silent, precise combat style and his ability to neutralize threats quickly without causing chaos. She admired his discipline, stealth tactics, and control — qualities she tries to embody in her own way. He appreciated her focus and restraint, encouraging her to sharpen her quirk's accuracy rather than rely on raw power. Though she rarely speaks about it, the internship deeply shaped her combat philosophy: fast, quiet, efficient.

Role models

Kyoka Jirou: Again, Jirou stands out as a major inspiration — someone who’s found balance between music, combat, and self-expression. Aria aspires to that level of confidence.

Hawks: She’s intrigued by his efficiency and low-maintenance hero style. His laid-back front masks sharp observation — a quality she relates to.

Avoids/ annoyances

Katsuki Bakugo: Too loud, too aggressive. She avoids direct interaction when possible. Once said, “If yelling was a quirk, he’d be number one.”

Minoru Mineta: Absolutely no tolerance. She once used her quirk to give him temporary deafness after an inappropriate comment. No regrets.

Neito Monoma: She finds his superiority complex exhausting. His constant need to provoke others grates on her nerves.

Endeavor (Enji Todoroki) : Aria deeply dislikes Endeavor — not for his power, but for his past behavior and the way he treats others. She believes a hero’s worth isn’t just about strength or ranking, but how they use their power. She finds his aggressive style and history of abuse inexcusable, and she’s not shy about saying so when his name comes up.

[catstrophc]

Tag dump!

[ofdetonation]

wishlist of things i’d love to do someday:

katsuki and endeavor just. talking. about endeavor’s younger years, about his training during the agency arc, etc. he doesn’t exactly like endeavor but he respects him and any advice he gives as a mentor.

katsuki and ALL MIGHT. they talk about izuku in canon and all might often watches them spar between one another, but i just want more interactions focusing on the two of them specifically. build on that lowkey regret that katsuki never took the chance to ask all might for his signature on his card.

ok honestly any interactions with the teachers / pro heroes.

any of class 1a finding out about katsuki’s recurrent nightmares that only get worse post-war, but they find out indirectly because katsuki refuses to talk about them + show weakness. by extension, i think anyone from 1b learning about this would be plausible too!

to extend on the previous point, katsuki learning how his classmates are dealing with the knowledge he died and came back. hard to forget when he has a scar to show for it + some of them saw it, and it’s likely the business course caught the moment on camera while documenting. i wonder just how many people find out about how he died… and how many more found out how he came back.

actually i have to mention this one too: katsuki and aizawa. my main thought is aizawa helping katsuki through his survivor’s guilt (working on the assumption that aizawa has a similar experience with shirakumo, and katsuki is dealing with all might’s retirement + edgeshot later on)… but anything with aizawa being a decent role model will make me happy.

bakusquad shenanigans. i don’t care what they are because katsuki probably got dragged into them anyway, but i think it’d be fun.

big three interactions inside and outside of ua. i feel like post-war, katsuki has unending respect for the big three considering they were all there at the floating ua and did everything to help. i just wanna see them talk more.

generalisation, could apply to anything: katsuki getting ANGRY. he’s in a perpetual state of annoyance for the most part (when i write him at least), and sometimes it escalates to different degrees of frustration depending on the interaction, but i would like to write when he gets genuinely pissed off more… he tends to dig his heels and bare his teeth, and refuses to budge even when he knows the other person might actually be right.

give him more reasons to smile and laugh. i love his stupid dorky laugh from the mr smiley ova, come on.

i’m usually nervous about tackling anything pre-ua, but i also wanna write more young bkg shenanigans. as in, baby. (not too sure about middle school yet.) i also know he hasn’t met anyone from ua besides izuku when they were super young, but shh. i don’t care. gimme.

ON THAT THOUGHT: any of katsuki’s friends (they’re his friends whether he likes it or not lbr) meeting mitsuki and masaru for the first time. they kind of float around as guest appearances on here sometimes, and i have a very specific dynamic in mind when it comes to the bakugou household, n while i don’t think katsuki often brings people home… when he does, i’m inclined to believe mitsuki and masaru really like his friends. (bring them around more often, katsuki!)

pro hero moments with team-ups. angsty, goofy, i don’t care, gimme. have fun (and good luck) with great explosion murder god dynamight.

i’m also terrible and know very little about a lot of anime (the only ones i could accurately delve into are fairy tail and of course bnha, why tf would i be here otherwise), and i haven’t even seen pretty much any of the big names bc i’m a sham, but !! even if i don’t know the depths of where your muse is from, i’d love to have a chance to have crossover interactions. katsuki is a little bastard. he will likely throw hands though (and for so many cases he will lose so hilariously bad, rip his confidence).

[captainsolare]

can I have “when the day met the night” by panic! at the disco with Hawks (or any character you feel inspired to do I’m not fussy). Thanks!

A/N: I made this one its own separate post because the inspiration fairy really took over and made this so very long. I hope you enjoy Cindy!!

Tags: There's some angst in here but it gets better I promise!! I'm sorry Hawks fans feel free to scream in my inbox or the replies, this is kind of a slow burn I guess? I desperately needed to give context to shape the story

Word Count: 4,394 (I"M SO SORRY)

“When the Day Met the Night” by Panic! at the Disco + Hawks

The summer wind whipped Hawks’ hair as he flew over the city, he was grateful the day had been mostly quiet, but he was getting weary from a long day of getting cats out of trees and the like. Maybe I should land somewhere, take a break. He mused, spotting a rooftop garden on an apartment building.

He landed and there was a small gasp, his keen eyes looked for the source of the noise and landed on you, in a lawn chair covered in the iced tea you had spilled on yourself from the shock of his sudden appearance.

“H-hawks?” You asked, face a sheet of surprise.

He smiled, “In the flesh!”

The golden rays of the sunset lit your face and he took notice of how beautiful you looked for the first time.

Once the initial shock of your favorite hero landing in front of you faded, you became acutely aware of the ice in your lap. Grimacing uncomfortably, you stood, wiping the ice and tea off your legs as best you could.

“Sorry about the tea.” Hawks said, wings hunching closer to his body.

You smiled, a chuckle rumbling in your chest. “It’s no biggie, my apartment is just downstairs so I can go change in a bit.”

“Oh okay.”

An awkward silence hovered between you, Hawks’ feathers twitched uncomfortably and you were frozen in place, save for you rocking on your heels. It was clear that Hawks hadn’t landed here for any hero business, perhaps he just needed a break? Either way, you definitely didn’t want to miss this chance; how often did someone’s favorite hero land on their roof?

“Say,” You said after a while, “Would you want some tea? I can run and change then come back up with some.”

Hawks swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling very dry. “That would be great actually.”

You smiled, “Great, be back in a flash!”

As soon as you made it to your apartment, panic set in, what should you wear? You simultaneously felt like screaming and jumping up and down, but you knew you were wasting precious time.

Hawks was tempted to leave, he hadn’t exactly planned on resting here for long, and now a civilian was bringing him iced tea? Was getting a drink from a civilian the best idea? It could be poison after all, but he was very thirsty, and you didn’t seem the type to go around assassinating heroes.

His first impression of you was basic, you were beautiful and kind, that was for certain, but it seemed you were just an awestruck fan.

The door opened and you bounded back out onto the roof, fresh clothes and two glasses of iced tea in your hand.

He took the glass from your outstretched hand gratefully and sat in the chair opposite the one you had been in when he had first arrived.

“So,” You asked, after a sip of tea, “What brings you here?”

He decided to take a sip, it was just tea, he couldn’t find anything wrong with it. Normal tea made by a normal person.

“Just a slow day, tired of flying around.”

You seemed to find his comment amusing, the corners of your mouth upturned as you took another sip from your glass. “Do heroes ever have a slow day?”

He chuckled, “You’d be surprised. I don’t mind it though, gives me time to do as I please.”

The more you talked with Hawks, the more you realized how normal he was. Aside from the giant wings, and his top five hero status, he seemed to be a normal guy. It was intriguing, to say the least, you hadn’t known what you were expecting if you were to ever have a conversation with him, but it certainly wasn’t over a glass of iced tea.

The sun sank lower over the horizon and Hawks stood, wings billowing out around him.

“Thanks for the tea, it was delicious.”

“Of course, feel free to stop by anytime and I can make you more.”

Hawks smiled at you, but you noticed it was tinged with sadness. Actually, the whole time you had been talking, it seemed as if there was something there, haunting him just below the surface.

As he took off into the dying light from the sun, his heart twinged; for some reason, it hurt to leave.

He faded into a speck into the sky and you picked up his glass with your own, heading back to your apartment.

“Would it be gross if I didn’t wash this ever again?” You asked no one in particular.

Yes, yes it definitely would be. You laughed to yourself, setting the glasses in the sink.

Days passed and still no Hawks, of course, you hadn’t been expecting him to show up again, but there was still a pang in your heart as the sun set day after day.

You sat cross-legged in the lawn chair, notepad on your lap and pen in hand, tapping your knee thoughtfully as you tried to think of where you were going to take the current story you were working on.

A gust of wind hit and you scrambled to keep hold of your notepad.

“Whatcha working on?”

It was like electricity, you looked up when the familiarity of the voice set in and saw Hawks standing there. Breathing hard and setting your notepad on the table beside you, you sighed.

“Hawks! You’ve gotta stop--”

“Dropping in like this? Yeah, I’ve been told it freaks people out. Can’t help it though, I get a kick out of people’s reactions.” He chuckled, and you melted into a smile.

Your heart was strangely warmed by the fact he finished your sentence.

“Want some tea?”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

As soon as he was left alone, Hawks was extremely tempted to read what you’d been writing on your notepad. In your previous conversation, you’d mentioned you were a freelance writer, but you’d never told him what exactly it was you worked on, and despite appearances, he was an extremely nosey person.

“Want to read it?”

It was his turn to nearly jump out of his skin as you returned, carrying a tray with two glasses and a pitcher.

You set the tray down between you and handed him the notepad. “There you go, can’t promise you’ll enjoy it though.”

You poured his tea and set it near him. It sat untouched as he read, but you didn’t mind, it was more entertaining to watch his face as he read your most recent manuscript.

The story started out simple enough, it was in second person, and the reader was getting ready to go to an exclusive party, primarily attended by heroes. Hawks’ eyes widened almost comically as he reached the part in the story where Edgeshot made a particularly salacious comment towards the reader and you couldn’t contain your laughter.

Hawks set the manuscript back on the table once he was finished. His face was a mixture of amusement and confusion as he turned to you for the first time since he picked it up.

“What exactly did I just read?” He asked slowly, blinking several times in confusion.

Laughing, you took the manuscript from the table and set it under your chair. “It’s a point of view story. Basically, the reader is inserted into the world of heroes, and this one involves Edgeshot.”

“I see. And people pay you for this?”

“You’d be surprised, it’s actually quite a lucrative business.”

Hawks’ wings puffed slightly, “How lucrative?”

You shrugged, “It pays the bills, plus a little more.”

Hawks took a sip of his tea as he pondered more questions to ask. Suddenly he sat up straighter, leaning towards you, elbows on his knees.

It seemed there was a burning question on his mind, so you gestured for him to speak.

He bit his lip, unsure of how to ask his question without seeming self-centered.

“Have you ever… written a story about me?”

You laughed and his cheeks flamed red, wings puffing out behind him in embarrassment.

“Yes, yes I have, several in fact,” you paused to chuckle some more. Taking a deep breath you continued, “You can’t read them though! They’re far too embarrassing now that I’ve actually met you.”

To your surprise, Hawks deflated into a pout, even his wings shrunk, you almost wanted to laugh, in that moment he looked like a puppy with giant wings.

“Don’t worry, maybe I’ll let you take a peek someday.”

In that instant he reinflated, wings puffing back up to a happy medium and his smile returning.

You talked until the stars began to shine in the sky.

He hesitated before he left, “Would it be okay if I came back tomorrow?”

“I’d like that Hawks.”

“Keigo, call me Keigo.”

You inhaled, this was quite a show of respect from the hero, “Okay, goodnight Keigo.”

He came back the next day, and the next day, and the day after that. And on the days he was unable to tear himself away from his hero work for long enough to visit you, his sidekicks noticed he was visibly bothered by something.

“What’s up with Hawks today?” “I don’t know, he’s been like this a lot recently.” “Maybe he’s in love?” “Who knows?”

On the seventh day in a row of not being able to see you, Hawks had had enough. “I’m taking the day off!” He exclaimed, hands slamming on his desk, “Don’t you dare follow me.”

His sidekicks were visibly confused but decided it would be best to not push the issue. “Okay, see you later Hawks.”

Keigo showed up on your rooftop once more, and you greeted him with a smile.

“Hello Keigo, how have you been?”

“Good, well sort of, I’ve missed you this past week.”

You chuckled, you found yourself doing that a lot in the man’s presence. “I missed you too.”

His wings puffed, “Well I should hope so, I would have been wounded if you didn’t.”

You rolled your eyes and went to go get the tea. “I’ll be back.”

Keigo was restless in his seat until you returned, if there was anything he had realized in the week away from you, it was that he couldn’t stand to be away from you for another second. He sucked in a breath at the realization, was he? Was the playboy heartthrob Keigo Takami really in love with someone?

He chuckled to himself, though he had gained the reputation of a playboy, he’d never gone on a date with anyone. He’d never let himself be vulnerable like that before, could he… could he maybe be that vulnerable with you? It was true that he had missed you, but did that mean he was in love? Or was it more like the way you miss a friend you haven’t seen in a while?

The area was foggy to him, he hadn’t had many friends or any lovers, so he didn’t have much to compare it to.

You returned to find Keigo staring into the distance with a smile on his face.

“Did something good happen?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

“Yeah, I think so.”

The time passed as it usually did, you chatted and drank your iced tea together, scooting closer together until your knees were touching. As the stars began to appear, you braced yourself for him leaving but instead, he was giving you that familiar look, the look he gave when he had a burning question but he was unsure of how to ask it.

“What’s up? You can tell me what’s on your mind you know.”

Keigo swallowed, “Do you trust me?”

Without missing a beat you nodded, “With my life.”

“Would you like to go on a flight with me?”

His wings were puffed slightly behind him, you could tell he was nervous about asking you this. He had never taken anyone flying outside the context of saving them or out of convenience, so this was a big step in terms of his vulnerability.

To his delight, your eyes shone, “Really?! You’d take me?”

He smiled, “Yes.”

It was beautiful, the way excitement lit up your face, you resembled the sun in that moment.

“Alright, stand in front of me, back to me.”

You swallowed thickly, your hands were becoming sweaty, would that be a problem? Would he be able to feel the way your heart was pounding? There was no time to think too hard about it because his arms were wrapping around you.

“Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

He took off and you shut your eyes tight, too scared to open them at first.

“You can open your eyes, you know.”

Slowly you opened them and gasped, it was beautiful up here; you were further above the city lights than you usually were up on your roof.

The wind felt nice in your hair as you raced along, Keigo could probably feel your heartbeat, but you were too elated to care. The sky was freeing, it was an amazing feeling, and somehow you knew you’d miss a part of your soul when your feet touched the ground again.

“Is this how you get to feel all the time?”

Keigo laughed, you could feel it rumbling through your back.

“Pretty great isn’t it?”

“Absolutely.”

You wished you could stay forever like that, floating in the sky, wind in your face, warm arms around you, holding you close.

Oh. Oh was that what this was? Were you in love? Or did you just want to spend more time with a pro hero, your favorite pro hero?

Either way, once he left for the night you’d have much to think about.

You landed lightly back on your roof, and Keigo caught you when your legs began to wobble.

“The first time back on the ground is always a little rough, sorry.”

You smiled, “No worries. I’m glad you’re here to show me the ropes.”

Keigo was glad you couldn’t see the massive blush on his face.

You turned to face him once you felt stable enough to stand and you both swallowed uncomfortably as you looked into each other’s eyes.

A stray piece of hair had fallen into Keigo’s face and you gently reached up to tuck it behind his ear.

You both pulled away quickly, looking at anywhere but each other.

“Goodnight Y/N.” “Goodnight Keigo.”

There was the rustling of feathers as he took off, and you gathered up the glasses and pitcher from earlier in the evening.

The ceiling was infinitely more interesting that night than sleeping as your mind raced with thoughts. How would you know you were in love? How would you know if he loved you back? You didn’t want to believe all the rumors that he was a playboy, but what if they were true? If so, was your time together just a fling? You desperately hoped not, you’d grown quite fond of Keigo as of late, and missed him when he was gone. What were all these nights awake missing him, if not love?

Enji Todoroki awoke to the sound of someone pounding on his front door. Bleary-eyed he opened the door to find Hawks standing there. He grew instantly more awake, “Hawks? Is there an emergency?”

“Not really, but seeing you in your pajamas is quite amusing.”

The door was almost slid shut in his face but Hawks caught it with a hand. “Wait! There is something actually, not an emergency per se but I do have a question I’d like to ask.”

The door started sliding with more force.

“Please! You’re the only one I can turn to about this.”

The door stopped, then slid open fully.

“Fine, come inside.”

Enji put on more comfortable clothes and joined Keigo in the living room.

“So what is this about?”

Keigo explained the situation, and Enji’s expression grew more and more annoyed the more he spoke.

“So you want to know if you’re in love? I’m not exactly the best person to ask about this.”

Keigo sighed, “I know, but you’re the only one I felt I could ask.”

“Well, how do you feel when you’re with this person?”

Keigo’s wings puffed out excitedly, “I feel great! I really like talking with Y/N and they seem interested in me as a person rather than just a hero.”

“And how do you feel when you’re away from Y/N?”

Keigo’s wings visibly deflated and the corners of Enji’s mouth twitched up slightly.

“That’s all the answer I need. I’d say you’re in love.”

Enji stood and started escorting Hawks to the door.

“Bring them flowers or something next time you see them.”

Hawks turned to him with a beaming smile, “Thank you so much!”

“Yes yes. Now get out of my house, and if you ever come back here at this hour without an actual emergency, I’ll roast you alive.”

The door shut with a slam but Keigo was too elated to care. He had got the confirmation he needed, he was in love. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

The next day Hawks labored over what he could give you; did you like jewelry? Would flowers be too cheesy? He wasn’t the best at baking cookies but maybe he should try? He wandered the jewelry store forever, wings cumbersome in the small space.

Finally, he settled on a necklace with a simple sun pendant and tucked it into a box in his pocket.

When he landed on your rooftop he seemed more nervous than usual.

“Is something wrong Keigo?”

“No not at all, in fact, something good happened.”

“Oh?” You were curious now, what could have happened to make him so happy?

He gave you that signature wink and cheesy smile, “I get to spend the evening with you after all.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, Keigo was certainly a flirt when he wanted to be.

The evening passed much like the others, but Keigo’s demeanor was different than usual.

“Hey,” he said, as the stars began to appear in the sky, “I kind of… got you something.”

You blinked, “You did?”

He nodded with a bashful look you hadn’t seen on him before.

“Could you turn around and close your eyes?”

You turned, wondering what you could possibly be receiving from the winged hero.

You felt a pair of arms circle around you and something was laid around your neck, a necklace you realized. Keigo’s gloved hands fumbled with the clasp and he cursed.

“Hold on, sorry could you hold this?”

You held the necklace in place as he took his gloves off and clasped it around your neck.

You took the sign to open your eyes and looked down at the charm around your neck, it was a beautiful sun pendant, simple yet so elegant, and definitely something you could see Keigo picking out.

“Oh my, it’s beautiful but what is it for?”

Keigo drew in a long breath as if he was gearing up for something.

“I was going to ask if I could be your boyfriend?”

You choked in surprise, “Boyfriend? What brought this on?”

Keigo’s brows furrowed, the look on his face a mixture of hurt and surprise.

“What do you mean what brought this on? I-- I thought…” He trailed off, he hadn’t expected this outcome at all.

“I thought this was a fling, us hanging out! I didn’t know--” The word just had been omitted from your statement, but it still hung in the air between you.

He cut you off, his wings puffing out behind him, “A fling? Is that all you thought this was?”

“I-I’m sorry.” You stuttered and he chuckled darkly,

“Don’t be, at least now I get to see who you really are.”

The words stung almost as much as him flying away, leaving you on the roof, fingers clutching the necklace that hung around your neck.

Keigo didn’t show up for days after that, and you regretted every second of it. How could you have been so stupid? Of course, this was more than just a fling, you were quite literally flying head over heels for him.

Hawks’ sidekicks could tell something was bothering him. His wings seemed less perky than they had been, and he hadn’t left early or taken any work off at all, and it was obvious he had been crying. He rested his elbows on his desk, tissues scattered across the floor. His last interaction with you played over and over in his head, he was hurt that you appeared to believe the rumors about him, that he was just a playboy incapable of commitment. And maybe that was true, the commitment part at least; but that was only because he had never been vulnerable and not been hurt because of it.

The outcome had not been what he was expecting at all, but the more he thought about it, the more he wished he had waited to spring such a thing on you. Maybe he had rushed into this, he hadn’t really stopped to consider your feelings about the situation, he’d just assumed. The last comment he made echoed in his mind and made him cringe, could he really face you after saying such a thing? He wanted to, to tell you how sorry he was, to tell you that if you couldn’t love him now, the way he was, he would wait for you. He’d wait because you were worth waiting for, and he couldn’t see himself loving anyone else after he had fallen for you.

Taking a deep breath you walked out into the rooftop garden and taped the note you’d written onto the table where you always sat with Keigo. You wouldn’t stay to see if he read it, or if he even showed up, instead, you’d go back to your apartment, wrap yourself in a blanket and watch crappy romance movies for the rest of the night.

Keigo landed on the roof, flowers in hand, heart sinking when you were nowhere to be found. A piece of paper blowing in the wind caught his eye and his heart leapt when he saw it was a note from you to him. He’d recognize that handwriting anywhere.

Dear Keigo,

If I’m even still allowed to call you that. I wanted to apologize for the other night. You caught me off guard. Can we talk? I’d like that a lot. Feel free to knock on my door, I’ll be waiting.”

The note made him smile as he realized you never told him your apartment number. “Silly Y/N.”

He flew down to the bottom floor tucking the note into his pocket. He awkwardly made his way into the building and over to the reception desk.

The receptionist looked at him with a mixture of shock and awe as he stood in front of him. “Uh, hi. Could you tell me which apartment is Y/N L/N’s?”

The receptionist scrambled to flip through the address book. “Are you the boyfriend?” Keigo smiled, a sad pang going through his chest “Just a friend. At least I think so. Anyway, not important. Thank you.”

Once he knew which apartment was yours, he rode the elevator up to the 25th floor. He stopped outside apartment B, unsure of whether he should do this. He knocked one time and there was the sound of running footsteps toward the door. You flung it open, revealing a surprised Keigo standing there.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” You said sheepishly, inviting him inside.

Keigo smiled softly, “Well, it took me a bit. You didn’t write down which apartment was yours.”

Recognition dawned on your face and you closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Oops.”

Keigo held out the flowers and you took them gently, setting them on the kitchen counter. The awkward silence set in almost immediately.

“Can we talk?” You said at the same time.

“You go ahead.” “No, you.”

“Let’s take turns.” “Okay.”

Keigo cleared his throat, “I wanted to apologize for the other night.”

You shifted awkwardly in place, “I do too.”

“I’m sorry for springing the boyfriend question on you so soon. I should have asked your opinion or waited longer.”

“I’m sorry for what I said, it was a knee-jerk reaction from my surprise. I guess I never thought that you’d be interested in me that way.”

Keigo swallowed thickly, the words he wanted to say sticking in his throat. You smiled, he often got that look on his face when he wanted to say something.

“You can talk to me, you know.”

“I know. I just want to make sure what I want to say comes out right.”

Keigo paused, taking a deep breath, “I want to tell you that it’s okay. It’s okay if you don’t love me back. I know I’m not perfect, and I suck at commitment, but not for the reasons you think. And I want you to know that I’ll wait for you.” Tears began to well in both of your eyes as he spoke, “I’ll wait for you, even if the day you love me back never comes because you’re worth waiting for. I would sooner die than fall in love with anyone else.”

He reached up with a gloved hand to wipe his eyes and was shocked to feel you grab his hand.

“Ask me again.”

He blinked, fixing you with a watery gaze. “What?” His voice sounded croaky through his tears.

“I said ask me again, to be my boyfriend.”

He blinked again slower this time, “Okay, Y/N, will you take me, Keigo, to be your boyfriend?”

You smiled through your own tears and squeezed his hand. “Yes, yes the answer will always be yes.” You laughed as he pulled you into a soft hug.

“Did you really have to word it like a marriage proposal though?”

Keigo chuckled, you could feel it in your chest as you pressed against him. “I guess I did, didn’t I?”

You laughed and wiped each other’s tears away.

You pulled away after a long moment, hands still intertwined.

“Would you like some iced tea?”

“I would like some very much.”

This evening was spent much like all the others, except this time you showed him how to make the tea, and you sat on your couch instead of rooftop lawn chairs.

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Temporal Displacement

Temporal Displacement by colormesherlocked

Akaguro Chizome is the Hero Killer Stain in one world, and All Might's Number One Biggest Fan in another. Due to some unfortunate time and space shenanigans, the Fan ends up in the world of the Killer, and things get kind of weird.

(Basically, Chizome meets some brats and gains some protective instincts. Thanks to tactfulthaumaturgy for prompting me, my muse fell in love and here we are.)

Words: 3306, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Original Characters, Mentions of -, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kamihara Shinya | Edgeshot

Relationships: Akaguro Chizome | Stain & Kamihara Shinya | Edgeshot, Akaguro Chizome | Stain & Todoroki Shouto, Akaguro Chizome | Stain & Midoriya Izuku, Akaguro Chizome | Stain & Iida Tenya

Additional Tags: Dimension Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, protective!hero killer stain, brat1 brat2 brat3 brat4, it's raining brats and MORE brats, this went in a weird direction but here we are, Prompt Fic, Hero Killer Stain Arc

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33828481

More Izuku Stories

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Temporal Displacement

Temporal Displacement by colormesherlocked

Akaguro Chizome is the Hero Killer Stain in one world, and All Might's Number One Biggest Fan in another. Due to some unfortunate time and space shenanigans, the Fan ends up in the world of the Killer, and things get kind of weird.

(Basically, Chizome meets some brats and gains some protective instincts. Thanks to tactfulthaumaturgy for prompting me, my muse fell in love and here we are.)

Words: 3306, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Original Characters, Mentions of -, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kamihara Shinya | Edgeshot

Relationships: Akaguro Chizome | Stain & Kamihara Shinya | Edgeshot, Akaguro Chizome | Stain & Todoroki Shouto, Akaguro Chizome | Stain & Midoriya Izuku, Akaguro Chizome | Stain & Iida Tenya

Additional Tags: Dimension Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, protective!hero killer stain, brat1 brat2 brat3 brat4, it's raining brats and MORE brats, this went in a weird direction but here we are, Prompt Fic, Hero Killer Stain Arc

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33828481

[sailor-manga]

“Saturate”- an Shinya Kamihara [Edgeshot]  drabble.

A/N: So not gonna lie, I think I love Edgeshot just as much as I love Aizawa and that’s really saying something. I hope there are some other big Shinya fans out there, because if not, this is going to turn into a real selfish blog because I have SO many idea’s for him. Please enjoy this drabble, where Edgeshot discovers he can make the reader squirt. O:)

-This is an +18 piece, if you are not 18 or older, please respect that this is not for you. <3 

Warnings: Squirting, swearing, foreplay. 

Word count: 1k. 

Your body would spasm and the sheets below you would start to drench as you cum hard, squirting in the process which made your cheeks light up in red hot embarrassment. The Ninja pro hero would glance up at you, ever since you two had started messing around he had been nothing but a calm and focused man, even in situations where you were about to burst from stress, he kept a level head and was able to talk you down effortlessly. 

This time though, his pewter hues stared at your soaked cunt widely, seeming shocked from what you could see behind the mask. The tops of his cheeks, from what you could tell, were also painted a light rose color that seemed to look absolutely stunning on his porcelain flesh. “I-.. I’m so embarrassed, please don’t look” you’d mutter out in a shaky tone, quickly closing your legs only for his hands to pry them back open “No, my little katana.. I definitely need to see that again” he mused quietly before rubbing a thumb over your sensitive clit. 

You two had been going at it for a while. Kamihara was a man of foreplay, if you let him have his way, he’d be finger fucking and eating you out until the sun came up. You appreciated that, most men only cared about getting it in, he liked to tend to you, make sure you were completely satisfied until he would allow himself any release. “K-.. Come on now, you don’t really want to see that again, do you? I didn’t even know I could squirt..” You’d say, the red in your cheeks not calming.

Snowy white locks would veil his face for a moment before those orbs met yours, staring into your very soul. For some reason, you always felt so turned on when he kept his mask on, you actually asked for it most of the time. It kept such a mysterious aura around him. Ducking down his head, he would pull the mask down to push his strong, wet muscle in between your folds, licking up your slick eagerly. Laying back against the silken sheets, you would arch your back with an elongated moan, your body seeming to grow warmer within seconds.

“S-Shinya” you’d whimper out in an involuntary moan. That was the first time you used his first name, and it had just completely slipped out! You had hoped that he would ask you to start calling him that, but you didn’t intend to just blurt it out in a moment of passion. He didn’t seem to mind it though, because when it escaped your trembling lips- He would pause for only a second before his tongue got a little more urgent, prodding your needy little hole roughly. Your toes would curl at the feeling, but when he suddenly pulled away you would whimper loudly. 

He would stare at you through his lashes, his gaze completely fogged over by lust and his chin glistening from your lewd juices “Call me that from now on” he said in a deadpan tone before running his fingers along your slit before suddenly thrusting two of his slender digits back in, the tips hastily rubbing at your spongy g-spot. Letting out a loud gasp, you would cover your face with your hands, but when you did that his movements would abruptly stop “Hands off, now” he stated in a firm tone, causing you to immediately drop your arms to your side. 

He would smirk before glancing back down at your slit, his fingers curling slightly into a hooked position “It’s a good thing I pay attention” he mused softly before tilting his head some and letting out a breathy chuckle “Are you ready?” he asked with a raised brow. You would huff some and look away from him “C-Cocky thing you..” you’d mutter out, causing him to snort.

“I’ve done my analysis, dumpling.. I know how to get what I want” he said with a confident nod before leaning forward, his free arm slightly caging you in. Before you could even come back with something, his hand was moving at a quick and rhythmic pace, his fingertips continuously hitting your g-spot, and his palm rubbing up roughly against your clit, causing you to let out a long string of mewls, your body tensing up almost painfully. 

He didn’t slow down, he was determined to show you that he could get you to squirt again, and by the way you were feeling, you fully believed he would. Throwing your head back against the pillow, your back would arch and you would lift your ass off of the mattress, trying to relieve some of his thrusting, but he would sit up and place his hand on your stomach, keeping you down against the memory foam. “P-P..fuck! Shinya.. Please.. I-I’m gonna..” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. 

Soon his hand would pull out and your pussy would erupt, bursting a heavy stream of fluid that was quick to run down your ass and soak into the sheets. Panting out heavily, your body would go limp and your eyes would stare up at the ceiling in shock. He fucking did it. “Told you” he said with a small laugh, his arms quick to wrap around your waist and pull you up into an embrace. 

Resting your head against his shoulder, you would let out a small whimper..Still riding out your intense orgasm. His hands were quick to rub your at your back, soothing you rather quickly “Shinya.. Your hands are magic” you’d mutter out breathlessly. The male would give out a deep honey coated chuckle before shaking his head some “I suppose so, huh” he said kissing your temple sweetly.

Kamihara kept you in his arms until you seemed to calm down, your body melting into his warmth.

“Don’t tell me you’re done already, dumpling.. We haven’t even gotten to the best part” he purred, his body slowly laying you back on the bed, causing you to giggle out.

Tag List: @hipster-merchant-of-death​ , @queensynderella​ , @nighthoodhawk​ 

[90s-belladonna]

fake texts w/ hawks + tiny drabble

“Maybe if I read about dinosaurs before going to bed?” He mused out loud, causing the ninja hero to give him an odd look. “Sorry shinya, I’m just trying to see what’s the easiest way to dream about dinosaurs.” The winged hero explained. Instead of understanding, Edgeshot just raised a brow at the young blonde. “My s/o likes dinosaurs.” Keigo blurted out in an attempt to explain. “I hope you know that just sounds more confusing.” The ninja hero informed him. Keigo instead just handed the platinum haired male his phone so he could read the conversation, since he realized the more he tried to explain the weirder the situation sounded. “Hmmm.” Edgeshot hummed as he looked over the conversation. “they have a point. your dreams could benefit from more dinosaurs.” He concurred as he handed the phone back to the winged hero.

☆ Master List

☆ Fake Chats

🌸 stay tuned for the rest of the event

[trashfor-imagines]

If There’s Light There’s Hope | 6

Bakugou x Fem!Reader (BNHA)

Summary: U.A. High School was your dream. You wanted to save people. You never expected how wild your journey would be and you certainly never expected a hot headed boy to play as large of a role as he would. Warnings: Swearing. Spoilers: If you haven’t watched the School Festival episodes thru the end of S4 because they’re not dubbed yet and want to avoid spoilers (+ you haven’t read the manga), then you’ll want to not read this chapter. [1] | [2] | [3] | [4] | [5] | [6] | [7]

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“A school festival! I hope one of the classes hosts a couples event,” you mused out loud during the girl’s only study group.

“I never expected you to be such a romantic,” Jirou commented, a few of the other girls echoing their agreement.

Smiling at them, you simply shrugged. “Never had a boyfriend before. All of these thoughts and feelings are new to me.”

Ashido perked up as her alarm went off. “Sorry girls, time for dance practice.”

She and a few of the other girls headed off to meet with the rest of the dance team. You’d been stuck with Aizawa and the rest of the interns making up work you missed while the rest of the class decided what you were doing for the festival. You didn’t mind your role doing special effects; it would be perfect to showcase your quirk.

Soon enough it was band practice and you were left alone. Thanks to you and Todoroki, the special effects team had their plan solidified a while ago so you didn’t have to meet very often. Putting your things away in your room, you headed back downstairs to make dinner and prepare snacks while everyone worked hard on their routines. Just two more days.

When you were hanging out the other week, Hitoshi had tried to get you to sign up for the beauty pageant. That caused quite the heated argument between the two of you, especially when he teased you about using his quirk to get you to sign up. When you brought the pageant up in passing with Bakugou, even he paused before acting nonchalant and yelling about how if you wanted to sign up it was up to you. You called Hitoshi immediately and told him you’d sign up so long as he helped you.

“Look Hito, you brought up participating in the first place. It’s only right you take responsibility for your part in this.”

The two of you spent forever deciding on clothing choices and what talent you were going to demonstrate. You recalled most of a dance routine from when you were in the dance club in junior high and you were positive you could make it work for one person. If that failed, you could maybe perform Ikebana (flower arranging), but that could be pretty boring to watch. Hitoshi asked for his mom’s help which she was more than excited to take you shopping for an outfit. Looking at Kenranzaki’s outfits from previous years, you settled on a colorful kimono that complimented you.

Soon enough the day of the festival arrived. At 9AM, you changed into a short robe with a pair of shorts and spent 45 minutes taking your time with your skincare regimen, having Hitoshi help you with your hair. He was awkward, but it warmed you how hard he tried. Running through the day’s schedule in your head, you’d have a little while longer after 1-A’s performance to get dressed and zen out to calm your nerves.

It was easy to ignore Kendo and Nejire’s friendly teasing of who would win, but it was almost impossible to keep your headspace clear as Kenranzaki cackled about how she was the sure winner. Kendo and Nejire’s moods seem to change and you decided it was time to go before the their energy could throw you off. Carefully tying a scarf to protect Hitoshi’s hard work on your hair, you and Hitoshi went your separate ways, agreeing to meet up later, before you joined the rest of 1-A in the gym; Midoriya a few minutes behind you. When no one was looking, you pressed a small kiss below Bakugou’s ear.

“You’re going to be great.”

Before he could pull you back, you had Uraraka use her quirk to quickly get you up to the rafters. You made sure to settle into a spot where you could clearly watch the performance and still do your part. The chanting and cheers of the students sent vibrations throughout the room and you could feel it.

At 10:00 the curtains opened and your eyes lit up. They were incredible!

On Todoroki’s queue, your hands extended to the stage and slowly began to glow brighter and brighter for the finale. As they struck their final notes you released sparks, careful so that they weren’t dangerous. The cheers of the student body sent a surge of motivation through you and to your heart. It was then you realized how capable everyone was, especially when you worked together.

Meeting Bakugo backstage, you pressed a kiss to his cheek as he held you tightly to his side. “That was incredible! Did you mean to create an explosion during the opening?”

The way his eyes seem to avoid yours and that faint blues told you that was improvised. “C’mon let’s get lunch before your pageant.”

“But we’ve got to clean up.”

“It’s okay (Y/N). We agreed that you should go ahead and get ready for the beauty pageant,” Iida spoke up. “The rest of class can handle this and we’ll be there to support you, but Bakugou, you have to stay and help! Don’t think you can use (Y/N) to get out of cleaning!”

As Bakugou fumed, your eyes lit up as you laughed. “Thanks, class rep!”

You made it back to the dressing room, meeting with Hitoshi who had gotten you some snacks to eat. Carefully getting dressed, you added hair pieces and jewelry to your look along with some light make up. You went on just before Nejire, which was a bit nerve-racking as she was also doing a dance. All you could do was try your best. Spotting your classmates and Bakugou at the front of the crowd cheering for you ensured you didn’t lose your smile during your performance.

Though most of the girls changed back into their school uniforms, you decided Hitoshi’s hard word deserved some more attention so you stayed in your pageant outfit. It wasn’t like you were planning on participating in any of the sport activities. You took photos with Todoroki, cheered Bakugou on while he competed in the obstacle course, shared a crepe with him because he won, and enjoyed 1-C’s haunted house - Hitoshi definitely giving you a good scare.

At the end of the day your class gave you tight hugs as you came in third place. Monoma definitely gave you an earful for beating Kendo, who simply shook your hand in the spirit of friendly competition. Bakugou held your hand tightly, loudly proclaiming that you were still his number one and anyone who disagreed could fight him. The two of you went off to do couples experiences during the rest of the festival, though you were sure a few of your classmates weren’t that far behind.

“You look nice,” he muttered once the two of you entered The Lovers’ Maze, the brain child of Class 1-E. 

“Oh, thanks.” Part of you was disappointed and it was clear in your voice; if he was going to compliment you, you were hoping he’d put more effort into it. He should have kept quiet and ended on a high note when he yelled that you were his number one.

It was dark and difficult to see each other’s expressions. The only light was up ahead, leading the two of you on where to go. The light suddenly went out and he squeezed your hand in reassurance before cute, glowing pink hearts appeared, providing a gentle light so you could see each other.

“Are you... blushing?” you asked him, surprised.

He avoided your gaze. “So what if I am?”

“But, why?” you asked teasingly, leaning forward to try and get him to look you in the eye.

He growled to himself before grasping both of your shoulders firmly, locking eyes with you. “Any idiot who looks at you and doesn’t turn a little red doesn’t deserve to look at you! You’re beautiful, got it?”

Your face lit up like a red light on a traffic stop, unsure of what to say, “Katsuki...”

“I’m not really... good... at compliments... and stuff,” he mumbled, clear enough for you to understand. “So try not to get your feelings hurt if I don’t know what to say the first time. I’ll get it right at some point.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Okay, I’ll be patient.”

The Japanese Hero Billboard Chart was one of the most talked about events after the school festival on campus. You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t excited about it as well. It was the best event to happen twice a year! There was just something wonderful about seeing your favorite heroes getting recognized. You tried more than once to convince Todoroki to get Endeavor to take the two of you, but he refused. You spent the last week being pouty and curled up to Bakugou’s side.

It wasn’t until the Wild Wild Pussycats came to visit with some cute Paw Pad Buns that you finally expressed any mood other than being bratty. You helped Sato prepare some tea for the Pros. It was great to hear they were back in business again.

The day of the the Japanese Hero Billboard Chart event, you seemed to be glued to the television in the common area, snacks and drinks surrounding you like your own little island, or fortress, of food. This was the first time that heroes were going to actually appear on stage and you weren’t planning on missing any of it.

“Isn’t this a bit much?” Kaminari asked, trying to sneak one of your rice balls away from you.

“First of all, Kaminari, you could ask me for a snack first! Second, I love seeing the rankings live! It’s exhilarating to see just how well the heroes have done between polls!” You paused at hearing Edgeshot’s ranking and cheered, attracting more attention from your classmates than you’d meant to.

“(Y/N) maybe... you should back up from the television. Your eyes will go bad from sitting close.” You sent a sharp look Iida’s way and he quickly backtracked, apologizing for disturbing you.

No one had the heart to tell you to quiet down, even Iida didn’t want to yell at you for being loud. It was a rare sight to see you energized or excited about anything. Your eyes lit up as Hawks was announced as number two, which only reaffirmed it: Endeavor was number one! You couldn’t wait for internships to start up again. Though he wasn’t the softest person out there, you learned so much from Endeavor and appreciated his strictness; especially since you were quite serious about your own future as a Pro. His entrance was certainly the coolest and his new armor pieces looked very cool, making him seem more menacing than usual.

Their speeches had your full attention, not even Bakugou annoyingly prodding at you with a finger could tear you away as you happily snacked on popcorn. You raised your brows as Hawks stepped forward to speak. He was always a rebel in everything he did. His speech had your jaw dropping. Tokoyami really did his internship with this guy? For the first time, you peeped at your classmate in question who seemed to have a pained expression on his face; it was incredible how different the two of them could be.

Your body tensed as Endeavor received the mic. How was he going to follow up that wild speech? It was certainly short and direct.

Just watch me.

Scrambling for your phone, you quickly sent a text to your mentor, telling him you thought he was quite cool for what he said. It was his work cell so you were sure he’d see it tomorrow or something. There had only been a few other sparing messages between the two of you, the last one being from when you asked if you could get permission to watch Todoroki at one of his remedial courses. During your internship, he hardly ever responded to you, preferring to address your questions briefly in person.

At the end of the program you sighed stretching from your terrible posture, before cleaning up the mess you made as you camped out in front of the television. With the fierce - and scary - Endeavor as the new Number One, villains would have to be crazy to start any trouble.

The next day, you went with Todoroki to the post office. You had sold a few little handmade items online and needed some help getting them mailed out. You’d normally annoy your boyfriend into helping you, but Bakugou was napping from his workout. Todoroki saw you struggling with your packages and said he had to mail a letter so he was happy to accompany you.

“Thanks so much Todoroki! You saved me from making two more trips,” you said, purchasing two drinks from the vending machine and offering him his favorite - something you observed from work study. The two of you sat on a bench and enjoyed your drinks.

“I think we’ve spent enough time together to be friends now. Please feel free to call me Shoto.”

Turning to look at him, you smiled. “Really? I don’t really have that many... friends that is. I mean, everyone in class is nice, but I don’t feel comfortable referring to them casually. You’d be like, one of four people total.”

“Yes. I’d like that.” He smiled faintly in return.

Finishing your drinks, you stood and offered him a hand up. “Okay, Shoto. Let’s head back.”

Returning to the dorms, you sat on the couch, turning the television on and browsing through the channels with a few of your classmates. You all decided to look for a movie to watch. An image flashed briefly on the screen and you had go back. It was the news channel and it looked like a fireball in the sky.

“Shoto! Come quick!” you called out, turning up the volume as your other classmates came over to join you. Your hands flew to your mouth, eyes wide.

Your mind seemed to blank as you watched events unfold. When it was over and that image of Endeavor appeared, still standing, you found yourself knelt beside Todoroki, your new friend, with hands on his shoulder and arm in comfort. Bakugou rested a hand on top of your head. It was silent as no one knew what to say.

Though it was a win, you had a feeling that not everyone would sleep well that night.

[yuuei-fantastica-rp]

YUUEI FANTASTICA MASTERLIST

STRUCK-OUT characters are TAKEN.

ITALICIZED and starred muses are RESERVED.

This list was last updated March 18th, 2021.

1A STUDENTS

Aoyama Yuuga

Ashido Mina

Asui Tsuyu

Bakugou Katsuki

Hagakure Tooru

Iida Tenya

Jirou Kyouka

Kaminari Denki

Kirishima Eijirou

Kouda Kouji

Midoriya Izuku

Ojirou Mashirao

Satou Rikkidou

Sero Hanta

Shouji Mezo

Todoroki Shouto

Tokoyami Fumikage

Uraraka Ochako

Yaoyorozu Momo

1B STUDENTS

Awase Yosetsu

Bondo Kojirou

Fukidashi Manga

Honenuki Juzo

Kaibara Sen

Kamakiri Togaru

Kendou Itsuka

Kodai Yui

Komori Kinoko

Kuroiro Shihai

Monoma Neito

Rin Hiryu

Shiozaki Ibara

Shishida Jurota

Shoda Nirengeki

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Tokage Setsuna

Tsuburaba Kosei

Tsunotori Pony

Yanagi Reiko

THE BIG THREE

Amajiki Tamaki

Hadou Nejire

Togata Mirio

SHIKETSU STUDENTS

Inasa Yoararashi

Mora Nagamasa

Shishikura Seiji

Utsushimi Camie

KETSUBUTSU STUDENTS

Makabe Shikkui

Nakagame Tatami

Shindo Yo

Toteki Itejirou

SEIAI ACADEMY

Intelli Saiko

OTHER STUDENTS

Hatsume Mei

Shinsou Hitoshi

TEACHERS / PROS

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

Ectoplasm

Iida Tensei

Ishiyama Ken (Cementoss)

Kayama Nemuri (Midnight)

Maijima Higari (Power Loader)

Nezu

Sekijirou Kan (Vlad King)

Snipe

Thirteen

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

Airjet

Backdraft

Best Jeanist

Bubble Girl

Crimson Riot

Deatharms

Edgeshot

Endeavour

Fatgum

Ms. Joke

Fourth Kind

Gang Orca

Gran Torino

Gunhead

Hawks

Kamui Woods

Mandalay

Mt. Lady

Mirko

Pixie-Bob

Ragdoll

Ryukyu

Sir Nighteye

Tiger

Uwabami

VILLAINS

Shigaraki Tomura

Dabi

Toga Himiko

Twice

Magne

Mustard

Mr. Compress

Spinner

Kurogiri

Overhaul

Eight Expendables

    - Kurono Hari

    - Shin Nemoto

    - Rikiya Katsukame

    - Toya Setsuno

    - Yu Hojo

    - Soramitsu Tabe

    - Kendo Rappa

    - Hekiji Tengai

    - Deidoro Sakaki

OTHER

Todoroki Fuyumi

Todoroki Natsuo

David Shield

Melissa Shield

[0stormy0muses0-archived]

souldraggedmuses said: Smash or Pass - All my (of age obvs) muses |✧| Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty. — Accepting |✧|

    “Move over scrubs, this is Hawks’ time” Pushes away the rest of the muses and cracks his knuckles.

Pixie-Bob

    “Oh, she’s a smash! Gotta love the cats~”

Chisaki

    “Pretty face, rancid personality. Hard. Fucking. Pass.”

Aizawa

    “I’d say yes, if I wasn’t sure that Cloudhead over on the sidelines would try to murder me.”

Dabi

    “Babe. You. Me. Let’s find a bed and have some fun~”

Rappa

    “Gonna direct you to villain me who wants to climb you like a tree.”

One for All

    “Gonna pass there, man. I ship you with therapy and sleep.”

Present Mic

    “Again, Cloud Boy is threatening to eviscerate me with his eyes.”

Edgeshot

    “Hell yes! Let’s smash, baby!”

Chimera

    “Look me up when you’re out on bail!”

All Might

    “Gonna say no here. Nothing personal, Yagi-san. But you’re like, everyone’s famous uncle or something. It’d be weird.”

Nine

    “How about it? Wanna go for a ride with the bird man~?”