#nomu reader

[nixwriteschaos]

Could you please do a class 1a x reader one-shot where the reader is turned into a nomu?

Experiment

CLASS 1A x Nomu!Male!Reader Summary: After Kamino’s Incident, the pro heroes managed to capture all Nomus. But one catches their eyes.

★☽A/N: I was half asleep while making half of the oneshot so don’t blame me if some of it doesn’t make sense-

Contents: FLUFF

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The Kamino Incident was an event that no one has forgotten, especially the Pro Heroes. They have lost a precious symbol of peace but they won something valuable. Not only did they manage to capture All For One, a dangerous threat for thousands of years, but they also managed to capture all the Nomus, also a threat to civilians.

But one catches one of the heroes’ eyes. A young boy with pitch black skin, a thick and scaly tail wrapped around his long legs. A pair of large dragon-like wings rested on his back. His long hair was a snow white color that covered his entire back.

The hero was stunned, almost amazed by the sight of him.

“HEY! What are you doing, standing around?” Another hero called out. The hero pointed and the other turned to look. The other hero, too, was amazed by the sight. His mouth was slightly agape.

Without a moment to waste, the said hero made attempts to try to free the strange figure. He pressed buttons, the other following along. Finally, one of them seemed to have pressed the right button, because the tank slowly drained its fluids, causing the figure to go limp on the ground. The tank’s glass slowly opened up, causing the said figure to fall on the ground, limp.

Fortunately, one of the heroes managed to grab him, taking his time to look at his face. His face had different patterns on his face, glowing a bright gold color. But the color seems to flicker as the hero feels his fingers twitch.

His eyes slowly opened, revealing no pupils but eyes filled with a glowing color of gold. “Are you okay?” the hero asked, checking his neck for a steady pulse. The awakened looked confused, his head slightly tilted.

The hero, shaking his head to get into the right mind, picked him up and followed the rest of the heroes in exiting the building, the hero with him tailing behind.

Later, after getting the data from the Nomu Lab, they found out information on the young figure.

He was a young boy who was pronounced dead 3 years ago, making the body around 16 years old. The parents of the young boy were called to confirm. The parents, who thought that their son had gone missing, were devastated by the revelation of their young son dead, but was brought alive but in the form of a strange creature. The mother ended up crying, sobbing over her son.

Asking a few questions, scientists and heroes on scene confirmed that the boy had no memory of his past life. The soul of the body has already died, leaving the body with no soul. Somehow, whoever brought him back, created a new soul to host the body.

Well.. it was the scientists’ theory.

Just a theory. (Ifykyk)

When Eraserhead was called to the scene, he was asked if he could take care of the Nomu. At first, he had objections and he declined every possible benefit taking in the Nomu would give. With the help of Present Mic, he finally agrees to have him join Class 1A as a student.

When Eraserhead met the young Nomu, he was immediately drawn to Eraserhead. Perhaps he found him interesting? He would wag his dragon tail at the mere sight of Eraserhead’s scarf, his eyes immediately being drawn to Eraserhead’s. After much convincing, the hero finally caved in and decided to place the boy under his care and have him train his Quirk along with his students.

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“This is Y/N, he’s going to be in my care so please be kind to him.” Everyone in Class 1A was immediately drawn to Y/N. A few students were actually scared of him for his similar traits to the Nomu they saw at the USJ.

And when they did find out about the details, some students actually distanced themselves away from him. Though, like a dog, he followed the ones who distanced him often. They were basically terrified! He looked creepy to them! His gold glowing eyes resembled the misty villain they met at the USJ. (One of the students being Mineta).

But with time, they did manage to warm up to him. 

The girls in Class 1A would spend some of their free time taking turns braiding Y/N’s long hair. Because of this, most of the time, Y/N would always have his hair in braids, with different color hair ties that is accorded to each 1A student. But he didn’t mind, he actually enjoyed the attention that he got from the girls.

The guys, especially Kirishima and Sero, would hang out with Y/N a lot! Most of the time, Kirishima had asked him to train with him, even though Y/N wasn’t exactly an expert at combat.

Yet, somehow, Y/N had always managed to beat Kirishima. It’s like he gained some combat skills or something, perhaps a perk of being an Nomu.

And with time, Y/N started to fit into the class and helped a lot! Especially with the school festival carrying heavy objects! He’s definitely a sweet guy. Y/N doesn’t talk often. But when he does, his voice is soft and gentle. His voice caused him to be easy to talk to, due to his calm demeanor and soft, gentle toned voice.

The boy is happy to be with people who love and care about him. <33

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[cloudzoro]

I have cum come to the HORRIBLE realisation that I want to fuck buggy the clown.

[mikyapixie]

😈SICK😈

[zen-edit]

[circledotdestroy]

I was thinking about how Dr. Garaki was targeting Aizawa to turn into a Nomu when he was younger and it made me think of how Aizawa would haunt you if you two were friends during HS. (This is lowkey an AU idea for my fic Retrospective but I didn’t get nearly enough done to DESERVE writing it)

When Aizawa died, a part of you did too. The innocence and plausible deniability of the heavily propagandized hero society was stripped, leaving little behind. Before “hero” and “villain” were just characters. Big, bad villain has their fun causing trouble, then you, the hero stops them. Growing up you never held no genuine animosity toward “villains”, they were just doing what their part entailed at the end of the day.

That's what you remembered as you stood in the wake of destruction. Rubble became the monument of your friend’s last day on Earth. In mere seconds, you were smacked with a lifetime of regrets. The nerve you had-- equating cold reality with story books. It was stupid. You were so stupid... and arrogant.

You didn't take your job seriously as you should have, and now Eraserhead's career ended before it began. Aizawa Shouta will never live to see greatness like his name once promised.

From then on, it took time. A lot of time before Oboro managed to pull what remained of the group together. You all were functional hero-hopefuls again. Even if standing on the rooftop makes you lose your appetite; and looking at the tree you and Shouta trained by makes the world blur and echo oddly.

One time you looked at the tree and hadn't gained awareness until all of you became seasoned pros. Some time after that, Nemuri decided to teach the next generation of heroes. It didn’t take much convincing for Oboro and Hizashi to join in. You on the other hand, got tricked and was dragged by the others, kicking and screaming. Those three were insane, you thought. What business did you have teaching children?

It was cruel.

All of it.

[blackveildreams]

Nomu x Reader, but death wasn't enough

Night had fallen over the city like a veil of eternal shadows. The silence was only broken by the occasional howl of the wind, which tore through the darkness like the laments of lost souls. Your world had darkened since the disappearance of your beloved; the days became unbearable, the weight of his absence a relentless torture. Memories were the only thing you had left of him. You remembered his caresses, every touch of his fingers on your skin, the soft kisses he placed on your neck. That latent melancholy in his gaze when your hands sank into his dull mustard-colored hair, and the love that his eyes distilled when he, without words, enveloped you in a shared silence.

He had been a criminal, yes, a soul wrapped in shadows and sins. But for you, he was more than that. When you were together, he was not that dangerous figure that the world feared; he was the man who whispered promises to you at night, who in every hug seemed to give you his essence. You remembered him with that blush on your cheeks that seemed out of place with his cold and distant nature, a blush that only you provoked. The only love he had ever known melted into a secret story of trembling hands and hidden glances.

But then, he disappeared.

First, there was the silence, a void that you tried to fill with hope. Then, the news in the newspaper. He had been captured, and the world had felt like it was collapsing around you. The love of your life had been swallowed by the shadows. And, after that first week of pain and anguish, the terror became physical. That love had been torn from you, like a flower that slowly dies when cut from its root.

Some time later, something strange began to happen. Other men tried to approach you, their intentions clear, their sweet words, but in each of them you found an emptiness that repelled you. You rejected their advances, confused between your desire for company and the feeling that, somehow, you still belonged to your husband. And then, the deaths began. Men found in alleys, their bodies butchered in grotesque ways: one with half his face torn off, another with chunks of flesh torn away, human remains that seemed to have fallen victim to something monstrous, something beyond comprehension.

You had no explanation for what was happening; fear began to torment you even in your dreams. Every shadow in the night seemed to stalk you, every creak on the floor paralyzed you. You clung to the memory of your love, in a desperate attempt to stay sane.

One night, when sleep was finally overcoming you, a heavy sound broke the silence. You sat up slowly, every fiber of your body alert, a mix of terror and familiarity running through your skin. You walked slowly to the living room, your heart beating with a ferocity that threatened to break the silence. There, in the gloom, something waited; a deep, animalistic breath that filled the room with a dark heat.

You had the urge to back away, to run, but instead your trembling fingers reached for the lamp switch, illuminating the figure watching you from the shadows. What you saw before you defied all logic, a grotesque, dehumanized figure that moved with an unusual mix of strength and bestiality. Its eyes were two black, empty pits, as if all humanity had been banished from within. Its skin, scarred and wounded, stretched over unnatural musculature. It moved on all fours, its hands and feet hitting the ground like a primordial beast.

Your body froze, and a muffled cry of terror escaped your lips as you fell to your knees, eyes fixed on the being that used to be human. He turned his head toward you, and in that instant, the monster began to crawl, each movement more harrowing than the last. Its breathing was heavy, charged with an unknown intensity, and you realized that this creature was moving toward you. His presence was overwhelming, as if every step he took shook your world.

You turned your back on the ground as he stood over you, the weight of his body casting a shadow over you. The cold skin of your cheeks was filled with tears; your sobs were muffled, and your breathing became labored. Your body trembled uncontrollably, but it was at that moment that he opened his fist, revealing something small and shiny.

A ring.

It was the same wedding ring you had placed on your beloved's finger, a symbol of eternal love that now lay on the hand of a being who barely remembered anything human. Recognition hit your heart like a relentless storm. The truth was revealed in your eyes as you saw that jewel shining under the dim light, and only one clear idea remained in your mind: that monster was him. He had returned, and although his essence had changed, your heart refused to see him as anything other than the love of your life.

“It's you… you came back,” you managed to whisper through tears, a trembling smile appearing on your lips as you accepted what was before your eyes.

His eyes, dark as night, seemed to get lost in you. Although there were no words, you felt his gaze filled with desperate possession. He had returned, and although it was in a different form, he seemed to be the same man who had promised to protect you, even after death.

[frickingnerd]

hawks secretly dating endeavour's daughter

pairing: keigo takami / hawks x fem!todoroki!reader

tags: secret relationship, wholesome fluff, lots of sneaking around, todoroki!reader, number one!endeavour, almost caught

unlike your younger brother, you never wanted to be a hero, so your father never had to worry about you getting involved with his work

however, when a certain winged pro hero began to work closely with endeavour, your interest was piqued and you began to pay your father some visits at work for no particular reason

and it just so happened that as you spent more time at his office, you began to bump into hawks quite a few times, always finding time for some small talk with him

it was clear that the two of you had a thing for each other from the start! but neither of you outwardly admitted it, due to you being the number one's daughter

however, when your father ended up in the hospital after a tough battle against a nomu, hawks began to pay you some visits at home, to check up on you

those visits quickly began to become something more like dates and by the time your father was discharged from the hospital, hawks had finally asked you out

however, both of you had decided to keep your relationship a secret! it would be better if the public and your father didn't know about you two

for most of your dates, hawks flew you somewhere secluded and brought some home made meals! you'd often eat on some roofs of a skyscraper, far away from anyone else

occasionally, hawks would even be able to visit you at home, though only when endeavour invited him over for dinner. of course, he wasn't aware why you were so eager to prepare the food whenever hawks came along…

there were many close calls of hawks and you almost being caught making out, when sneaking around your house or endeavour's office

but you always managed to make it seem like just a coincidence that the two of you ended up alone together in a room…

[writeriguess]

hello! can i request fem!reader witnessing Bakugou's "death" only to see him be revived during the war? thank you!

Ash and Thunder

The world was ending. At least, that’s what it felt like. Explosions lit up the battlefield, the sky a swirling mass of dust, fire, and screams. Heroes and villains clashed in a violent dance, but you could only see one person—one person who made the chaos fade into background noise.

Katsuki Bakugou.

You had fought your way through Nomus and villains, your muscles aching, your body screaming for rest, but you didn’t stop. You never would. Not when he was still out there, pushing himself beyond his limits.

And then you saw it.

A blur of orange and black, a streak of lightning-fast movement as Bakugou propelled himself toward Shigaraki. His gauntlets were cracked, his costume torn and stained with blood—his own and others’. Yet, his crimson eyes burned with unrelenting fury.

“I won’t let you lay a single filthy hand on anyone else!” he roared, explosions igniting in his palms as he launched himself at Shigaraki.

Time slowed.

Shigaraki grinned, a sickeningly amused expression twisting his face. “Too slow.”

You saw it before it even happened. The way Shigaraki’s muscles tensed, the way his arm cocked back like a loaded gun.

“BAKUGOU!”

Your voice was lost in the cacophony of war.

Shigaraki’s fist crashed into Bakugou’s chest.

The sound was… wrong. It wasn’t just the dull thud of impact—it was a wet, sickening squelch.

Blood exploded outward.

You watched, frozen, as Shigaraki’s hand ripped through flesh, muscle, and bone. His fist emerged from Bakugou’s back, his heart—what was left of it—torn to shreds.

The world turned silent.

Bakugou’s body jerked, his mouth opening in a silent gasp. His pupils were blown wide, his arms falling limply to his sides.

Then, like a marionette with its strings cut, he collapsed.

“No… no, no, no!” You ran, your legs barely responding, as if the earth had become molasses beneath your feet.

Shigaraki tossed Bakugou’s lifeless body aside like trash, stepping over him without a second glance.

You hit the ground beside him, hands trembling as you reached out, pressing them to his bloodied chest.

Nothing.

No heartbeat.

No warmth.

Just silence.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, tears blurring your vision as you clutched his hand. “Katsuki—Katsuki, please. Please open your eyes. Please…”

He didn’t.

His face was slack, peaceful in a way that made you want to scream. This wasn’t him. Katsuki Bakugou didn’t go peacefully. He was all fire and fury, all explosions and rage. He wasn’t supposed to—

A choked sob ripped from your throat.

Someone was yelling your name. You barely registered it. Hands grabbed your shoulders, trying to pull you away, but you fought, refusing to let go of him.

“He’s gone!” a voice—Dynamight’s mentor, Best Jeanist—gritted out. “We have to move!”

Gone.

The word echoed in your skull, rattling around like a broken record.

Katsuki Bakugou was gone.

—

The battle raged on, but you were numb.

You fought, because you had to. Because you couldn’t let his sacrifice be for nothing. But the fire in you had dimmed.

And then—

A whisper of a voice through the static in your mind.

“Bakugou is breathing again.”

You whipped around.

Your heart lurched into your throat.

There—on the battlefield, where he had fallen—he was moving.

Edgeshot knelt beside him, his body thin and weak, his fingers pressed to Bakugou’s chest. “I’ve replaced his heart,” he murmured, voice strained. “He’s alive.”

Your legs nearly gave out.

And then—

A cough. A sharp inhale.

Bakugou’s fingers twitched.

His crimson eyes fluttered open.

You were running before you could think.

He barely had time to sit up before you crashed into him, arms wrapping around his battered, shaking frame. “You idiot!” you sobbed into his shoulder. “You absolute idiot! You died! Do you have any idea—”

A weak chuckle rumbled against your chest. “Tch. ‘Course I came back. You really think I’d leave you behind?”

Tears streamed down your face, but you were smiling. “You better not, Katsuki.”

He grinned, leaning his forehead against yours, exhaustion in every inch of his being. “Yeah. I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

[metranart]

Acting like a bird in heat, Hawks ends up fulfilling his mating cycles with you… but now that his mind isn’t a pool of hormones… why does he keep looking for you?

Hawks x Student! Reader (Part 1)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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The last time you saw him, your fingers dripped in his milky and creamy essence, his cheeks were bright red, and foggy as the feather adorning his back, and his voice held an elusive pant as if trying to catch his breath, along with his actions. Self-consciousness, the new mask for him to wear as he disentangled your hand from his now flaccid cock, almost caringly, half-lidded golden orbs shinning in its post-delirium bliss yet hiding a regretful truth. How the fuck did this happened? And why the hell did he allowed it? What was that new confusing feeling inside his chest?Takami Keigo knew what it was, but had never had such a close encounter with it in his whole life. 

Shame. 

No man, no citizen, no hero... –shall call himself trustworthy, after what he did. After the kind of thoughts that now circled his brain...agh! and he called himself the Number two hero. What a farse.

A steady hand passed through his golden locks, disheveled strands restricting the smooth motion, as he heavily sighed. 

I need a bath, thought mildly annoyed. Maybe that would serve him to clear his mind and untangle the treacherous feeling threatening to drive him insane, a cold shower would serve the purpose of cooling the deep mortification, he was experiencing. Fresh summer wind ruffled the papers scattered on top of his desk and at the same time, refreshed his blushing skin. The memory of his recent untactful sin, raving his brain like a horde of savages attacking a peaceful village. Damn his luck. Damn his choice of actions and must of all, damned the day, he saved you. Hawks could still remember so many details, little yet so endearing details about you. When arrived at the scene never thought for a minute, would become involved in such colorful acts.

Everything went peachy during the rescue; Endeavor handled the Villain with upmost care while incinerating his head right away from his body. Tactful, the winged hero recalled to think quite amused, it would have been a scarring scene, if not were for the villain being a Nomus. Yet, he couldn’t avoid but to think, there still were so many more options to reach the same end. His job in this particular scene was easy, to say the least. Save the hostage. A sweet, scared and highly ordinary young girl who found herself trapped in the crossed fire. UA uniform hugging your figure, as the Nomus paraded itself around you like a bee setting his sting to hurt. There was little time to act, and the moment the flames exploded from the Number one hero, Hawks saw his window open to save the deceptive young girl. Flying through hell fire landed with a soft thud in front of you, displaying his wings to envelop you in a cocoon of feathers, the red flames licking his crimson wings while shielding you from harm.

His gloved hands went straight to your waist in a studied motion, at the same time his gaze fixed in yours asking for permission to touch you, you almost threw yourself at him like a trembling leaf who seek shelter from the chaotic winds. The winged hero was quick enough to pull you into his welcome arms and fly up, taking you both from the ground just in time. The scorching heat caressed his flying form before both were out of reach. The crowd around the sinister cheered the incineration of the villain, and a swift smirk kidnapped the blonde’s lips in a sassy gest.

He knew he have it in him, Endeavor just needed a few notches in the right direction. All those musings were curtly interrupted as his eyes focused on the civilian resting in his arms, your round eyes caught him off guard, nevertheless, was quick to smile and reassure your questioning stare. You seemed in shock, probable still were. These nasty things never left a sweet taste behind. Flying you to the safety of the ground, landed near the scene, but far away to gift you with some privacy to compose. Hawks gently unwrapped you from his chest and placed a comforting hand over your hunched shoulders, reassuring smile always present in his welcome expression. "It´s ok, you are safe now." His palm gently squeezed your shoulder, thumb doing comforting circle motions over the fabric of the uniform. "Breath, in and out, you'll see how you feel better in matter of seconds–" You managed to quirk the edge of your lip up, and your frame stopped shaking, the tremors slowly disappearing the more oxygen you gulped. "Atta girl" The hero cheered, lowly. "In and out, you’re almost a pro." His good-hearted joke reaped the fruits as a melodic giggle escaped out of you, and your tense frame seemed to relax. "T-thank you, Hawks" you timidly stammered, eyes glued to your fidgeting fingers interlacing each other, nervously.

Looking up from your hands met his gleeful stare, and your cheeks gained a dust of pink. Your lips opened and closed as if wanted to say something but didn’t dare to. Hawks pretended no to notice, to save you the embarrassment. 

He was used to have this effect over the female population, every woman in town was one smirk away from his warm bed, but the young hero had grown tired of those kinds of relationships. When you can have all, you can eat, eventually the buffet seemed less attractive, almost boring.

He liked sex, holly shit, he fucking did! as much as the next guy would. But he needed a challenge –   actually wasn’t sure what he needed, but something inside him was unsatisfied and restless, continuingly poking at the back of his mind.

“Don’t mention it, cutie.” The hero said simply and looking around, realized that your home shouldn't be far away.

“If you want, I can take you to your house" he suggested, in a carefree and friendly tone, "flying everything is closer." Cheerfully, added.

Taking a moment to think, nibble your lower lip a bit but you ended up accepting. His amber glasses shone under the rays of the sun and without preamble, he offered you his arms which you nervously climb for him to leave the safety of the ground and surf the sky, again.

"Are you comfortable?” Keigo asked, feeling your body a little tense among his arms, being carried bride style across the sky would definitely woo any girl, nevertheless, you seem more uncomfortable than anything else. 

“M´Ok.” you said, curtly, and hawks, merely nodded. “By the way, are we heading in the right direction?"

A blush swept across your cheeks at the realization of what he just stated, and timidly squeezing his arm to feel more secure, you glanced down and before you could tell him exactly where your house was, you noticed something coating your fingers.

“You are hurt!” You half-yelled worried, looking at your blood covered hand, and then, at his wounds. You had not noticed it because he had not said anything, nor had he complained, but his arm was burned and one of his wings was semi-scorched. To which the young hero, just shrugged his shoulders, not giving it much importance.

"Comes with the territory." He openly joked, but your eyebrows continued to frown. "It's not serious, a few of Endevour´s flames got me... nothing that won't heal in a few days." He encouraged you, but you weren't able to shake the feeling of guilt.

You had been training hard to become a hero, and just when it was time to prove yourself, you froze.

It was so, so embarrassing that Todoroki's father had to save you, that you refused to go back to the dormitory you shared with your class A classmates. Surely, they would be worried, not to mention, you had already ghosted, a few text messages from Professor Aizawa asking if you were okay. But you just kept feeling like you let everyone down. That was why you preferred to go home and cry your eyes out in the solitude of your bedroom, or among your mom’s arms. 

Now, you felt even worse, since Hawks, the number two hero, was injured because of you. Maybe he didn't show it since he was too professional, but that wound was serious and would take more than a few days to heal, not to mention it could get infected.

Ugh! you had to help him, was the least you could do… It was what a true hero would do.

Setting your mind, you decided to use your quirk on him, despite Recovery Girl several warnings. Without a doubt, you could heal him... now the only setback was, not losing control while doing it.

An idea suddenly lights your brain, and catching a glimpse of a well-known hidden alleyway, near your house, you signaled to him that you had arrived.

Hawks landed softly, and let you down, looking around the place. "I'll take you to the door, which one is yours?" The young hero, offered.

“...Is the one on the other side of the alley.” You indicated, signaling a house, close by.

“Oh, fine.” Keigo said, not really understanding why you choose to walk instead of fly straight to your house, but he let it pass. “Lead the way, then.”

Both entered the alley which was being embraced by thin shadows and before you reached the other side, you turned around and looking at Hawks with embarrassment, you fidgeted with your fingers for a moment. Surprise morphed Keigo´s features comically when out of all the requests in the world, you suddenly asked. 

“May-may I give you a kiss?” You asked, timidly and noticing his bemused expression, corrected. “...As a way of thanking you.... for saving me....”

Your timid request took him by surprise momentarily, but soon his features regain his cool, and was quick to nod to then leant down. A kiss on the cheek, Keigo thought it to be innocent enough, not a usual request, nevertheless, a simple one. If this put you to rest, he'll humor you. Keigo was cocking his head for you to place your sweet lips.... it's now or never, you breathed deeply.... if you were going to use your quirk, now was the moment.

Two slender hands perched in each side of the Hero´s face and in a firm, straight movement, you cocked his face in your direction, surprise registered in his face, and his golden orbs popped open at the feeling of your lips locking with his.    

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[fatkish]

Aizawa and Class 1A x Student Alchemist Reader

In this, the reader has the same tattoos as scar. The reader’s left arm deconstructs molecules and their right arm reconstructs molecules.

The reader is quirkless so they use Alchemy to even the odds and are good at combat.

The reader took the entrance exam and has similar grade to Momo. Momo and the Reader share the 1/20 place amongst their peers

The reader aced the written test and destroyed the robots by using their alchemy to disassemble them. They got 45 villain points and 45 rescue points

When the teachers were looking over the students papers, Aizawa and Nedzu were amazed and skeptical of the reader being quirkless

Aizawa didn’t believe that you were quirkless so he used his quirk on you during his quirk apprehension test. Obviously it failed and he realized your were being honest on your paperwork. Still grilled you about it

Aizawa is ever so slightly more protective and stricter on you than other students. He worries all the time so he is a little harsher on you but you know that he just wants to push you a little more

You’re currently studying both flame and medical alchemy. You tend to study with recovery girl and help her out whenever you get the chance

During All Might’s hero vs villain training you were paired with Momo (Mineta didn’t get into the hero course) against Jirou and Kaminari. You won by creating a sleeping gas and put them to sleep whilst you and Momo wore gas masks she made

Bakugou refuses to admit your strength but has a secret respect for you since you beat him by altering his sweat’s molecules so it wasn’t explosive

Izuku has so many notes on you and has asked to draw your tattoos and you even began to teach him basic alchemy, although he sucks at it

When questioning you, you told Izuku that you were quirkless which he accidentally let it slip to his friends who then let the class know

After that you explained to the class that alchemy can be performed by anyone, it just take years of study and practice to perform and understand the basic rules and applications

Some didn’t believe you so you removed your shoe to show them all your second joint in your pinky toe as proof

Some still have a hard time believing it but most of the class accepted it

Kirishima, Sero, Iida, Jirou and Uraraka think you’re (manly) incredible and ambitious for dedicating yourself to something and making yourself strong despite the odds

Ashido, Kaminari and Hagakure still don’t believe that you’re quirkless

Tokoyami and Shoji both admire your strength and perseverance in trying to become a hero despite lacking a power and having been ridiculed and criticized for your dreams

Ojiro and you train in martial arts often as a means to strengthen one another

Tsuyu and you get along just fine as you both are some of the more mature students in classs

You tend to hang out with the quiet kids like Shoji, Tokoyami and Koda

You and Momo both bond over and help each other study the molecular make up of certain items

During the USJ attack, you used your flame alchemy on the Nomu. You used your conductive gloves to create the flames and tried to roast the Nomu

You took Hatsume’s place on Midoriya’s team in the Calvary battle

You fought Iida in the first rounds and won by creating a rugged and difficult terrain to run in as a means to slow him down, then you used your alchemy to seal his engines and managed to hit him in a pressure point that immobilized him

Todoroki was amazed when you were able to beat him in the sports festival. You turned his ice into water and then changed the arrangement of the stage’s molecular structure to that of quicksand and used the ground to swallow him up, winning your match.

Bakugou was pissed off when you altered your body’s carbon to be on the outside creating a skin of diamond like armor that his explosions couldn’t beat

You got 1st place in the festival but All Might accidentally let it slip during the award ceremony that you were quirkless

You got the third most offers from pros for internships out of the class

You ended up going with Best Jeanist and had a rather good time compared to Bakugou

After the Internships were over, you had mastered your flame alchemy and used it against All Might in your practical exam

Bonus: Todoroki learned that you can’t use flame alchemy when it’s raining or if your wet and accidentally started the ‘useless when wet’ shtick.

Now Bakugou makes fun of you whenever you get your gloves wet and acts like you need protection and enjoys babying you.

[scary-grace]

a tainted heart - a shigaraki x f!reader fic

In a dangerous and uncaring galaxy, the rich and powerful turn to specially raised, genetically manipulated humanoids called Nomu to protect themselves and their own. You were created to guard a single person, to kill anything in your path in order to keep them safe, all to make up for a failure you barely remember. You have no other purpose, until the day Shigaraki Tomura gives you one.

This is for Challenge Friday @pixelcafe-network, where I received the song prompt of Criminal by Britney Spears. I went a little off-script, as usual. Space AU, reader and Shigaraki are both children, depictions of violence. dividers by @cafekitsune

In your earliest memory, you’re holding something soft, something warm. You don’t remember what it was – only that someone was trying to take it away from you, someone who you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt wouldn’t give it back. Or wouldn’t give it back in one piece. You were scared for the small something. You didn’t want anything to happen to it. You thought it might be scared, too.

It cried, cringed closer to you, and suddenly, you weren’t scared anymore. You were angry.

In your earliest memory, you don’t have weapons. You didn’t even know what weapons were. But your nails were sharp, and so were your teeth, and you knew to aim for the groin, the eyes, the throat, until your face was painted with blood and the taste of it filled your mouth. You never put the small thing down. Never let someone’s hands come close. And the next thing you knew, you were surrounded by friendly voices, friendly hands. Someone to sponge the blood off your face. Someone to bandage your arm, to hoist it into a sling, to inject you with a painkiller so you’d forget that it was hanging by a thread off your shoulder. Someone to praise you. Someone to lift the small warm thing out of your arms and take it away.

You tried to get it back, but you were too small, and there were too many of them. You were too hurt. The painkiller was too effective. So many excuses, masking the one answer that haunts you now, that will haunt you forever – too weak. You were too weak to save the thing you were supposed to protect. And it was gone.

That’s what you remember, most of all. You remember how you failed. And every day since, ever since you were brought from the creche to the training pens, you’ve fought for a second chance.

At eight years old, you’re aware enough to know that your first memory was of the test. Every Nomu is tested just the same way, first to see if they can protect a Principal, second to see how far they’ll go to do it, and third to see if anything can fool them into letting the Principal out of their sight. You weren’t fooled, and neither was anyone else in the training pens. All of you have the same instincts, and day after day, you hone them against one another, guarding resources, guarding makeshift Principals. It doesn’t matter if some of you die. Only a handful of people in the galaxy can afford a Nomu bodyguard, and those people want only the best.

There’s little love lost between you and your training pod, but at night, sometimes, you whisper to one another. About the day when you’ll have a Principal, when you’ll travel the galaxy at their side, when your reason for living will become clear at last. There’s a void in all of you, put there by the test, that won’t fade until you’re given something to defend with your life. But that’s years away. Decades, maybe, if you survive that long. You’re only eight. You won’t have a Principal for a long time.

One morning, training in your pen is interrupted. That’s not so unusual �� whenever there’s a death, the body has to be cleared away, after you’ve all inspected the wound that killed them and come up with ways to improve it – but there’s no body on the ground today. “Form up,” your instructor orders, and you all scramble to your feet, muddy and bloody and bruised. “A buyer is coming to visit.”

All of you perk up. Your heart is racing, and you can hear your cohorts’ hearts doing the same. Excitement floods the air, and a wave of murmuring starts off amongst you. A buyer? No one ever buys a Nomu this young – at this age, you’re still savage, barely trained. Why would a buyer come here to your pen? Is there a Principal with them? “Silence,” the instructor snaps, and you go quiet at once. “Master yourselves, or none of you will make the grade.”

The silence that falls is full of anticipation. None of you are quite sure what you’re waiting for, but you’re on edge. When voices begin to emanate from the walkway that leads through the pens, all of you turn towards the sound – and all of your shoulders’ slump in disappointment. It’s only the doctor.

“ – train eighteen hours every day to improve their stamina, and their metabolisms are optimized for peak performance on a caloric minimum,” he’s saying. “At the eight-year mark, each has collected a dozen tested kills and more in daily training, and we are in the process of honing their general protective instincts.”

“General instincts?” A man’s voice, deep and chilling. “Are they capable of bonding to one individual at this age?”

“Of course,” the doctor says at once. “They’d shred their pen-mates at the drop of a hat, but they all yearn for a single protectee. It’s quite something to see – and you’ll see shortly.”

“We will,” the man says. When he speaks again, some of the coldness has gone out of his voice. “Do you have questions, Tomura?”

“Why are we here?” The new voice is a boy. “Why are you taking Kurogiri away? He’s a Nomu, too!”

“I am a Nomu, yes, Shigaraki Tomura.” Kurogiri’s voice is enough to make half your cohort cower in fear. The entire galaxy fears full-grown, fully-trained Nomus, and you and your cohort are no exception. “And I will be present, and near –”

“But Kurogiri has many responsibilities, and he is bound to me, first and foremost,” the man from before breaks in. “You need a protector of your own, one with no other responsibilities, who values your life above all others.”

So there is a Principal here today. This boy, this Shigaraki Tomura. You rise on your tiptoes for a look, craning your neck, but the others in your cohort are doing the same thing, and you aren’t the tallest in the class. “A Nomu for me,” Shigaraki Tomura repeats. “Is that why we’re here?”

“Yes,” the man says, and all four of them round the corner. “In fact, I’m going to let you choose. Is this the correct –”

The doctor’s answer – yes, this is the correct pen – is drowned out by your instructor ordering you and the others to hold your place, and all of you breaking the rule in an instant. You rush the bars, clambering over one another, peering through any gap you can find, all for a look at a Principal who could be yours by the end of the day. You wedge between two of your cohorts, kick one who takes a swing at you as they try to shove you from your spot. On another day, that would be the start of a fight, one that would leave you or your classmate dead. Today, the presence of a Principal, the need to see the Principal, overrules all else. You throw another elbow, flinch as a member of your cohort bites your wrist, and look up and over two of the others’ heads for your first look at Shigaraki Tomura.

He’s small – your height, or maybe shorter – and you know just by the look on his face that he’s scared. You’re scaring him, you and your cohort, and you step back from the bars, grabbing two of your classmates and yanking them away with you. You’re the first to notice, but you’re not the only one, and soon, you and a few others have dragged the others back to a safe distance. Keeping them there is a full-time job, one you’re not too good at when all you want to do is look at him. “Why are they doing that?” Shigaraki Tomura asks. “They look hungry.”

“They won’t hurt you,” the doctor says, chuckling. “In fact, every one of them would rather kill themselves than harm you. They’re simply excited at the prospect of meeting a Principal.”

“A Principal?”

“The person they will protect,” Kurogiri rumbles. He towers over the doctor and over Shigaraki Tomura, purple-skinned and yellow-eyed, and like before, most of your cohort cowers. You would do the same, should do the same, except with the others cowering, you don’t have to worry about keeping them in line. You can look at Shigaraki Tomura as much as you want. “They are all your age, but they are not like you. They are amoral, without conscience, and they need none. There is nothing they want more in life than to protect you.”

Shigaraki Tomura looks confused. “Why?”

Why not? You study Shigaraki Tomura. The clothes he wears are the same as the clothes of the man who must be his father. They’re a little big, unlike your training garment, which fits tight. He has blue hair, and his skin looks dry and itchy. As you watch, he raises one hand to scratch his neck, digging up red furrows of skin, and your entire body burns with the need to stop him, to prevent him from being hurt. There’s a scar over his lip, and another over his right eye – proof of how much he needs a Nomu to protect him. His eyes are red.

You’ve never liked red. You don’t like blood, even though you see it every day – yours and other people’s, on the ground or on your clothes, or on your skin, soaking through bandages, bursting from torn arteries. But red is the color of Shigaraki Tomura’s eyes. Red is the prettiest color you’ve ever seen.

“They want to protect you because that is what they were made to do,” the doctor tells Shigaraki Tomura. “You’re welcome to inspect them more closely. It’s a very important decision. Take your time.”

Shigaraki Tomura approaches the pen hesitantly. The urge to rush the bars again, to get as close as possible, to make sure he sees you, is almost overpowering. But you’ve scared him once already, you and the others. A good bodyguard should never let their Principal be scared. You hold still and watch him – his blue hair, his scarred mouth, his pretty, pretty eyes. His gaze sweeps left to right, passing over you once, then coming back the other way, passing over you again. You continue to hold still, even though your wrist is stinging from your classmate’s bite. If you lunge forward, make yourself known, you’ll scare him again. He isn’t supposed to be scared because of you.

You’re acutely aware of it, but at least one of your classmates doesn’t agree. You hear his feet shift on the muddy ground, the sharp increase of his heartbeat, the smell of adrenaline piercing the air, and for a moment, your sheer disbelief that someone could fail to read their Principal that badly stops you in your tracks. Your classmate lunges for the bars of the pen, giving into the desperation you all feel. Shigaraki Tomura recoils backwards, eyes widening. And you move.

You were slow, too slow. You’re already angry with yourself, even as you catch your classmate from behind, redirect his lunge, break his ankle from beneath him and put him facedown into the mud, hands pinned above his head and knee pressed into his back. He thrashes beneath you, but you keep him immobilized easily. From this position, you can break his wrists. If you pinned them one-handed and grasped his jaw, you could break his neck. You could press his face into the mud and hold him down until he suffocated. There are so many things you could do to make sure he never frightens Shigaraki Tomura again.

“That one is fast,” Shigaraki Tomura’s father remarks. “And quite enthusiastic.”

He’s talking about the classmate you’re restraining. Your heart sinks. “Indeed,” the doctor says, “but the one who stopped him is the more impressive of the two. Her protective instincts are strong, and her attunement to a potential Principal is advanced for her age. Did you notice that she was the first to pull the others away from the bars?”

Shigaraki Tomura’s father tsks. “Possessiveness is a flaw in Nomus.”

“It is not possessiveness, Master,” Kurogiri rumbles. “A possessive individual would have killed this one and rushed the bars in his place. Restraining him is a mature response. It allows the Principal to decide what must be done.”

“Indeed,” the doctor says. “If you’d like, Prince Tomura, she’ll kill him for you.”

Shigaraki Tomura shakes his head violently. “You made him like that,” he says, and then he looks at you. Not anyone else, just you, and then he says the most wonderful thing you’ve heard anyone say in all your life. “Can you be my Nomu?”

He wants you. Shigaraki Tomura wants to be your Principal. You want to run to the bars again, but you’re restraining someone. You know from training that you don’t let someone you’ve restrained go until your Principal is secure. “If you want her, certainly,” the doctor says. “Kurogiri, I’ll need your assistance. I don’t count on the rest of them to hold still.”

Kurogiri looks to Shigaraki Tomura’s father, who nods. He stands in front of the door to the pen, and the doctor opens it. He calls to you. “2941, here. Let 580 go.”

You want to, but it could be a test. It could be another test, and you’re so close to having a Principal of your own. For a moment, you’re torn, but then the solution occurs to you – don’t kill 580, but don’t leave him able to retaliate for the moment. You shift your grip to pin his wrists one-handed, then compress his carotid artery without collapsing it until he goes limp. Then you rise and make your way towards the open door.

To exit, you’ll need to pass Kurogiri, and passing under his eyeline feels like death. The only thing that gives you courage is the thought of your Principal, the sound of his voice as he asks the doctor a question. “Why are their numbers so big?”

“We begin each cohort with three thousand, and over the years they’re whittled down,” the doctor explains. “A class of fifty remaining at year eight is quite good – but many more will be weeded out before they’re ready to be auctioned.”

Kurogiri steps imperceptibly aside, allowing you out of the pen, but then he blocks you from moving further. “Shigaraki Tomura, are you ready to meet her?”

You don’t hear his voice, but he must nod, because Kurogiri steps aside, allowing you to make your way towards him. You were right about his height. He’s as tall as you are, no taller, and his eyes are even prettier up close. You approach him cautiously. You don’t want to scare him again, make him change his mind. Shigaraki Tomura watches you with wariness. “Can you talk?” he asks.

You nod. Then you realize you should prove it. “I can talk.”

You don’t sound much like it. It’s been so long since you used your voice. The doctor speaks again. “Let her a bit closer to you, my Prince. She won’t hurt you.”

“I know,” your Principal says, and he steps towards you instead, extending his hand.

The doctor, your instructor, Kurogiri, Shigaraki Tomura’s father – all of them call out, ordering him to step back, telling him that any sudden move is a threat to an untrained Nomu. But you know it isn’t, and even if it was, Shigaraki Tomura is your Principal. If he wants you to die, then you’ll die gladly. This is a – handshake, you think. But handshakes are for equals, and that’s not you. That’ll never be you. You sink to your knees instead, and when his hand finds yours, you bring it to your mouth and hold it there.

Shigaraki Tomura’s father speaks after a long silence. “That’s an interesting fidelity protocol.”

“Since they aren’t usually sold this young, we haven’t trained a protocol yet,” the doctor says. “2941 is following her instinct to familiarize herself with her Principal. If you are uncomfortable, my Prince, instruct her to stop. She will follow any order of yours that does not endanger your life.”

“It’s okay,” Shigaraki Tomura says. He doesn’t pull his hand away from you, and you turn your head, pressing your nose against the inside of his wrist and inhaling deeply. His next words are for you. “Do I smell bad?”

“No,” you say at once. “You smell like you. I have to know. So I can always find you. Even if they take my eyes away.”

“Oh.” Your Principal doesn’t take his hand away from you, even as you get to your feet, standing closer to him than before. He doesn’t move when you walk around him in a circle, studying him from every angle. He studies you back. “Your hand is bleeding. Are you okay?”

You have a Principal. He chose you. It’s the best day of your life. You nod enthusiastically, and behind you, you hear your Principal’s father talking with the doctor. “What is her genetic makeup?”

“Her base code is human, naturally. With this cohort, we bred for stealth, which is why her appearance is uneventful. In spite of that, however, she received muscle fiber grafts to enhance her strength to three and a half times an ordinary human’s strength. With proper training, that should increase to five times.” The doctor draws breath and keeps talking, while you inspect your Principal closer. “2941 has shown a particular aptitude for speed, so we’ve enhanced that as well. Her senses are heightened significantly, particularly sight, hearing, and smell.”

“Do you still deaden pain receptors?”

“No, we’ve found it slows their reaction speed. Pain is a powerful stimulant,” the doctor says. “2941 experiences pain to the same or a greater degree than a human does. She has simply been trained to function through it.”

That means nothing to you. Pain means nothing to you now, except where it might help you protect your Principal better. “I’d like to conduct a test,” your Principal’s father says. “She was successful against her peers. I want to see her response to a true opponent.”

“Of course,” the doctor says. “I’ll have some targets brought up –”

“No. When she protects my heir, she’ll be facing other Nomus,” your Principal’s father says. “I’ll pay you for your trouble. Three – perhaps in their early teens – should be a proper test. And we’ll have proper stakes, as well.”

“What?” your Principal asks. Cortisol spikes the air, contaminating his natural scent, and you sidle closer to him. “What’s happening? Sensei –”

“Nothing, Tomura,” your Principal’s father says, soothing. Lying, the same way your instructors lied to you. “You’ve chosen your protector. We’re simply ensuring she’s up for the job. Don’t you have any faith in her?”

Your Principal glances guiltily at you, shakes his head, but you don’t mind. You’re not scared, either. This is what you were made to do. You’re ready. You’ll pass, and you’ll prove to your Principal that he’ll never have to be scared of anything, ever again – not now that he has you.

The test takes place in the arena pen. You’ve been here as a spectator, watching the oldest trainees perform for buyers, but now the seats are empty but for the doctor, Kurogiri, and your Principal’s father – and the ring is empty other than your Principal and you. You turn to him and speak, projecting calm, comfort. “Stay where you are. No one will pass me.”

“You’re just a kid. Like me.” Your Principal is clawing at his neck, and you slide your hand between his hand and the scraped skin of his throat. He stares at you. “What are you doing?”

“No one is allowed to hurt you,” you tell him. His hand falls away from yours. “It’s okay. You’re with me.”

The sound of the gate’s hydraulic mechanism hits your ears, and you draw your hand away, turning to face your opponents instead. Two doors are opening, slowly – but there’s a sharp intake of breath from above you, and a shadow falls over you and your Principal both. An attack from above, and they won’t aim for you, because it’s not about you. They’ll aim for your Principal. They think you can’t stop them.

They’re wrong. You catch your Principal around the waist and yank him out of the way, sweeping him behind you as the other Nomu lands in a crouch in front of you. His body is tucked, keeping his organs protected, his head bowed to shield his throat – but the back of his neck is undefended, and you leap forward, sinking your teeth in until you strike vertebrae. He howls, arches up to throw you off, and exposes his throat. You wrap one hand around his neck and rip his trachea apart.

One opponent down, but the gates are both open now, and the others are charging towards you, impossibly fast. At least one of them is armed, but the one who isn’t is closer to you. You run to meet her. She swings high for your head, but you swing low, taking her out at the knees with a strike that ruptures the anterior cruciate and driving your fist upwards into her lower abdomen, aiming to bruise her kidneys and wind her. Now her face is down at your level. The perfect place for a strike that breaks her nose and shoves the shards of bone and cartilage straight through her frontal lobe.

It’s a well-crafted death, one that would earn you praise, but your job is far from finished. The third Nomu has drawn almost within arm’s reach of your Principal, and you’re out of time for a pretty kill. You throw yourself at the Nomu, grasping his knife arm and wrenching it aside – but he follows the pivot, and you realize that he’s wielding two. The second comes down upon you, slicing across the back of your shoulder, but it’s closer to a glancing blow than a deadly stab, and it’s his last mistake.

The pain sharpens every sense you possess. Your sight widens, so much so that it feels as if you can see in the back of your head. The blood smell, the scent of hormones flooding the air – yours, the Nomus – is enough to nearly choke you. Your hearing is such that you can detect the heartbeats of the spectators, the faint shadows of electrical impulse left in the hearts of the Nomu you’ve already killed. But loudest of all is the racing of your Principal’s heart, the sound of his breathing quickened with fear. It hardens your resolve, even as the Nomu comes back with a second strike, scoring along your ribcage as you wrest the first knife from his hand and bury it in his thigh. Your Principal is here. Your Principal needs you.

That means it doesn’t matter that the Nomu’s used the hand you just disarmed to wrench your shoulder from its socket. It doesn’t matter that he’s thrown you across the sand, back towards your Principal. It doesn’t matter that he’s thrown the second knife past you, because nothing will get past you. You close your fingers around the blade, snatching it from the air, and reverse it in your hand before your palm can slicken with blood. Then you throw it back.

It's a true strike, directly through the last Nomu’s eye, and he falls – but until you’re certain he’s dead, your Principal isn’t safe. You scramble forward, pull the first knife from where it’s buried in the Nomu’s leg, and lay open his femoral artery properly this time. Now it’s done.

Or at least, it seems to be done. You collect both knives and get to your feet, backing away towards your Principal, on the lookout for other opponents. From behind, from ahead, from above – even from below. No matter where they strike, you’re ready. No matter who they send to face you, you’ll kill them rather than let your Principal feel even a second of fear.

Another Nomu lands in the arena, and you ready your knives to strike again – but a hand lands on your shoulder. “It’s just Kurogiri,” your Principal says. “He won’t hurt you.”

Your Principal is confused. It doesn’t matter whether Kurogiri wants to hurt you – what matters is your Principal, and whether Kurogiri will hurt him. “Come, Shigaraki Tomura,” Kurogiri instructs. “There are some matters of paperwork that must be attended to. The doctor’s employees will clean and repair the Nomu, and you will be reunited shortly for the journey home.”

Your Principal steps forward, past you, taking Kurogiri’s offered hand, and Kurogiri picks him up effortlessly. He plans to leap from the arena, back to the seats, back to those who should keep your Principal safe – but you were fooled once into letting something you protected go. You won’t be fooled again now, when it matters more than your own life. You make a leap of your own, directly onto Kurogiri’s back. Kurogiri’s strength is such that he doesn’t even stagger.

He sighs, deep and rattling. “Shigaraki Tomura, please instruct your Nomu to remain where she is.”

“She can come, too,” your Principal says. Your face is close to his. You can smell his breath when he speaks. “If she wants to. Do you want to?”

You nod. Kurogiri heaves another sigh, then crouches and leaps from the arena, back into the seats. You take the moment to catch your breath. You have a purpose now, and everything you do must be oriented towards fulfilling it. And you have injuries. Maybe during the paperwork, you can reset your shoulder.

During the paperwork, you receive a crash course on proper bodyguard behavior from Kurogiri. “We do not attend to our injuries in front of the Principal,” he says sternly, after you’ve reset your dislocated shoulder and startled your Principal into racing forward to help you. “You must learn what distresses him, and avoid it at all costs. For instance, my master dislikes filth, which you applied to me when you leapt onto my back. Therefore –”

“You took your shirt off.”

“Exactly. It distresses Shigaraki Tomura to see you display pain, so you must either school yourself to conceal it or attend to it where he will not witness it,” Kurogiri says. “Additionally, you must identify the boundaries you will keep. I saw you place your hands on him.”

“I had to. So the other Nomu –”

“Before that,” Kurogiri says. He opens a medical kit and slaps a patch of synthetic skin down over your bare shoulder. “The impulse to protect him is correct. To protect him from himself, not so much. If he wishes to scratch, it is not your place to stop him.”

“I can’t see him hurt.” The words leave your mouth before you can question their wisdom. “It hurts me.”

“And you believe your pain matters?”

Of course not. Your pain doesn’t matter at all – physical or emotional. You shake your head. “That’s correct,” Kurogiri says. He gestures for you to lift your arms, and you do, at which point he applies another patch of synthetic skin to the gash on your ribcage. “You are already well-attuned to Shigaraki Tomura. That much was clear from your behavior in the pen. But you must master your impulses. Your programming and modifications demand closeness with him, but you are not his equal, and you are not his friend. Maintain a professional distance at all times.”

You nod. “As we are removing you from your training early, I will take responsibility for educating you,” Kurogiri says. “You will increase your knowledge of the ways of battle, the detection of poisons, and the analysis and decryption of human behavior. You will also learn how to tend to injuries, diagnose psychological ailments, and pilot and repair starships.”

“Starships?” you repeat, startled. “I’ll – fly?”

“Of course,” Kurogiri says impatiently. “In addition, you must learn the ways of the Imperial Court. You will be a liability to Shigaraki Tomura if you are constantly embarrassing yourself.”

“The court?” you repeat. “Why are we going to court?”

Kurogiri’s yellow eyes widen. “Do you not know whom you serve?”

“Peace, Kurogiri.” It’s your Principal’s father, approaching you both. “Dr. Garaki does not educate his creations in politics, so as to avoid bias. He leaves that to the families who purchase them. 2941, look at me.”

You cast your eyes down the instant you realized he was approaching. You look up and find him smiling at you. You don’t like his smile. “You will pose as my ward,” he states. “You will be raised in my household, alongside my heir, so that none will suspect what you truly are. There are many layers of defenses surrounding Tomura. You will be the last. Should all else fail, his life is your responsibility to protect.”

“Yes, sir,” you say. You understand that basic etiquette, at least. “With my own, if necessary.”

“I doubt that will be necessary. You have quite a vicious streak.” Your Principal’s father continues to smile, but it takes on a dark turn, and you catch the scent of a hormone you haven’t smelled before – enjoyment, with something else threaded through it. “Now, you’ll need a name. I thought to let Tomura name you, but he’s rather fanciful, and a fanciful name will not suit.”

You would rather your Principal named you, but your feelings don’t matter. You sit quietly. “I’ll return to the old tongues, just as I did in naming Kurogiri. You shall be called Azrael, the one who brings retribution – as you will do to any who would bring Tomura to harm.”

“Azrael,” you repeat.

“Yes,” your Principal’s father says. “In several of the ancient faiths, Azrael was an angel, a servant of the true God. A fitting name for one who serves the next emperor.”

Your Principal’s father – the Galactic Emperor – departs from the doctor’s outpost to the Imperial star system, but you don’t go with him. Instead, Kurogiri pilots a smaller ship, sets a course for a different system. “Its location is known to myself and the Emperor only,” Kurogiri says as he makes you watch him configure the hyperdrive. “And now to you. Why do you think that is?”

Every question of Kurogiri’s is a test. You know that now. “By limiting the knowledge of my Principal’s location, the Emperor sharply decreases the likelihood of an attack against him.”

“And his protection is limited to the two of us because?”

“A large number of troops would draw attention,” you recite. “And because it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.”

“Good,” Kurogiri says. He gives praise more frequently than your instructors did. You don’t know what to make of it. “Once we jump to hyperspace, take the opportunity to rest.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sir is for those we serve,” Kurogiri corrects at once. “You may call me ‘instructor’.”

“Instructor,” you say, and he nods.

You remain at Kurogiri’s side in the cockpit until the jump to hyperspace occurs. Watching space bend and stretch around you is terrifying, and so is the acceleration, the weightlessness, the way it all comes to a stop. You’ve never left the training pens before, and now you’re on a starship, bound for a distant world. You’ve gone from nothing to a member of the Emperor’s household. But you’re going because of your Principal. With your Principal.

The thought of him slows your heartbeat ever so slightly. Your Principal, the heir to the Galactic Empire, who chose you to protect him. Your Principal, with his beautiful eyes and his skin that itches, that you’re supposed to let him scratch until he bleeds if he wants to. Kurogiri told you to rest, but you’re not sure why another Nomu would expect you to do that when your Principal might need you. You make your way through the ship to your Principal’s quarters, and take up a post just outside them. You know there’s no one on the ship but Kurogiri – he took you through the ship himself, instructed you to point out any place where an intruder might hide – but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

It’s cold in space, a different kind of cold than there was in the training pens. Deeper, somehow. You know your own specifications, know that you were made to operate at the extreme of survivable temperatures for humanoid organisms as well as everywhere in between, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t feel discomfort. In fact, feeling discomfort is part of your design. You’ve spent so much of your life in various kinds of pain that you forgot that taking pain away was an option.

It makes sense why you still have it. If pain helps you protect your Principal, that’s all that matters – but seeing you in pain makes your Principal unhappy. How do you balance your need to care for your Principal with your need to do your job? You start making a list of questions in your head to ask your instructor the next time you see him. Maybe you should go see him now, so by the time your Principal wakes up, you’ll already know everything you need to know.

Just as the thought occurs to you, the door to your Principal’s room whooshes open and your Principal himself stumbles out. “Kurogiri?”

“He’s on the flight deck,” you say, and your Principal startles badly, whips around to face you. He’s not supposed to be scared of you. You feel sick. “I’m sorry. I can escort you to him.”

“No, um – that’s okay.” Your Principal looks embarrassed. He’s scratching his neck again, and the skin around his red eyes is puffy. “I just, uh – do you sleep? Do you know how?”

You nod. Your Principal looks at you, almost hopefully. “Do you ever have nightmares?”

You shake your head. “Oh,” your Principal says. He’s not hopeful anymore. What did you do? “I have them. A lot, when I’m in space. I hate it here.”

“What are they about?” you ask. Your Principal gives you an uncomfortable look. Should you not have asked that? “If you tell me, then I can tell you how I’ll protect you from them.”

“Oh.” It’s a different ‘oh’ than before. You’re not sure what this one means. “Um. They’re about – being out there, by myself. In a pod. Again.”

“Somebody put you in an escape pod and left you in space?”

Your Principal nods. His gaze shifts away from you, and his scratching gets worse. “That was where I was when Sensei found me,” he says. “When I have the nightmares, he doesn’t find me. It just gets colder, and harder to breathe –”

His breathing is quickening. You can smell cortisol. “For somebody to leave you out in space, they’d have to get you into the pod,” you say. “I won’t let that happen.”

Your Principal blinks at you, and you think out loud. “I could launch all the pods so they couldn’t put you in one at all. Or you could hide, and not come out until I was done with them.”

“Done killing them.”

“If you want me to.” You’re conscious of the synthetic skin on your back and ribs, of how your shoulder still aches. “My job is to protect you. I can kill anyone you want me to.”

Your Principal tilts his head, studying you. “Is killing fun for you?” he asks, and you shake your head. “Do you feel bad about it?”

You shake your head for that, too. “I don’t need to. Nothing I do matters, as long as it keeps you alive.” You don’t know what response your Principal wanted, but you’re suddenly worried that it wasn’t this. “I shouldn’t have killed the opponents in the test without asking you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s up to you,” your Principal says. “If you thought killing them was the right thing to do, I trust you.”

You don’t know if you like that. Principals are supposed to give orders, and Nomus like you are supposed to follow them. The scent of cortisol is fading, and your Principal’s breathing is beginning to soften. “What else would we do?” he asks.

“If you didn’t want to hide, you could stay behind me,” you say. “Like you did today. That might be best. So then you could see that I got them all, and that they couldn’t do that to you anymore.”

“You could really do that?”

You nod, but his surprise is throwing you off. Maybe you need to explain. “I can do anything I need to do, so you’ll be safe. You’re my Principal. Protecting you is why I exist.”

Your Principal frowns at that. “That’s not the only reason,” he says. He’s confused, you decide. He did just have a nightmare. “Is that what you call me in your head? Principal?”

“Because you’re the most important to me,” you explain, and color comes up in your Principal’s cheeks. “I’ve told you what I’ll do to keep you safe from what you see in your nightmares. What else can I do?”

“Kurogiri usually tells me I’m being silly,” your Principal says. “He sits outside the door until my sleep period is over.”

“I can do that.”

“Or you can stay inside,” your Principal says, hesitant. Then he shakes his head. “I want you to stay inside with me.”

“I can do that,” you say again. Your Principal turns back, and the door to his room opens. It only closes once you’re inside, and when you look around, you see a bed with blankets and pillows. You only know they’re pillows because you know beds are supposed to have them. You’ve never seen one in real life. You survey the room, then position yourself a step or two back from the door. “You can go to bed. I’ll be here. Will that make you feel safe to sleep?”

“You’re just going to stand all night?” Your Principal looks concerned. “Don’t you need to sleep?”

“Not as much as you do.” You study the room again. “I could stand somewhere else. Pick where you want me to stand.”

“Um, I don’t – I don’t want you to stand.” Your Principal scratches. “Can you come sit on the bed with me?”

You nod. Your Principal gets back under the covers, but he leaves the corner turned down, like he wants you to get underneath it. You steer clear and sit down on the edge of the bed. Your Principal shakes his head. “By me. Closer.”

You come closer, and your Principal seems satisfied with that. He curls under his blankets and looks up at you with those pretty eyes. “I don’t want you to call me your Principal,” he says. “I’m Tomura.”

You remember what Kurogiri said about boundaries, and how you need to respect them. Is this a boundary? “I’m a person, like you,” your Principal says. You want to argue, but you think about what Kurogiri would say if he caught you arguing with your Principal and stay silent. “You wouldn’t like it if I called you Nomu when you have a real name.”

Calling you Nomu wouldn’t quite be accurate – under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t earn the title until you finished training. Azrael doesn’t feel like your real name, either. You’ve had it for less than a day, and some part of you is still in the mud of the training pens, praying to be chosen. You’re 2941, survivor of eight years in training with ten more to go. “Call me Tomura,” your Principal says finally. He yawns. “Do you need to smell me again?”

Finally, your Principal is making sense. It’s a good question to ask, especially since you’ve only just become his Nomu – and you’ve got a good answer. “No. I’ve encoded your scent already. I’ll always be able to find you.”

“Oh.” Your Principal’s voice gets quiet, suddenly. You see movement out of the corner of your eye and realize that he’s drawing his hand back into the blankets.

Did he want you to smell him? Kurogiri’s words ring through your head again – boundaries – but if it’s your Principal wanting something, maybe it’s okay for you to want it, also. And it can’t hurt for you to make extra sure you have his scent. You catch his hand before it can vanish completely and draw it back out, raising it up to your mouth and nose, breathing in deep.

In one of the few classroom lessons you got, you learned that human scent is composed of sweat, pheromones, oil, and elements that leak through a human’s glands and pores. You learned that your nose has been fine-tuned to capture those elements, to identify them even in the midst of hundreds of other scents. Being unable to identify a target scent weeded out two hundred of your pen-mates. You’re supposed to know your Principal’s scent, but there’s a difference between knowing it and feeling it, something not rational, only physical. You know his scent. Nobody ever told you that you’d like it.

But you do like it. You can still smell cortisol, but it’s faded almost entirely, and your Principal is almost asleep again. “You won’t leave?” he asks. “You’re with me?”

“You’re with me.” You return your Principal’s hand to him, feeling an odd pang of loss as you let go. “Sleep well – Tomura.”

Tomura. Principal. Tomura is your Principal, and he wants you to call him Tomura. Tomura makes a soft sound and burrows back down into the blankets, his breathing evening out into sleep moments later. Sleep shifts his scent ever so slightly in a way that feels almost – soothing. It takes you a long time to find the word. It’s not something you’ve ever felt before.

You were telling the truth when you told Tomura that you need less sleep than he does, but even if you needed it right now, you’re too wide awake to even think about nodding off. You have a purpose, finally. You have something to protect – someone to protect, you correct yourself, because Tomura’s a person, not a thing. And even though you’ve never had a nightmare in all your life, you can see where they come from, you think. When you let your mind wander, it takes you straight to the worst thought you can imagine. Failing Tomura. Letting anyone take him away from you. Losing him. If you fell asleep and dreamed of that, even smelling him might not be enough to calm you down.

You never used to have nightmares. Nightmares come easy when there’s something you could lose.

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[yandereshingeki]

The Antithesis of Decay

made for @ficsforgaza’s Kinktober!

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Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x afab!reader

Content Warnings: Stuckage, fingering, dub/noncon, no gendered pronouns, but reader is described to have bigger hips than their waist (no big specifications though). meant to take place between s3 & 4

Summary: An escape through the alleyway ends in a terrifying run-in with a wanted villain.

Managed to write this entirely in a single day 😵‍💫 it gave me a headache doing it that fast but thank god i got it done! It was a lot longer than I intended (stuckage is hard to keep short akhsheja & i originally wanted to go full smut but then wrote too much) and was a little bit difficult to navigate cause I don’t think about shiggy in a sexual way BUT !! I DID IT!

This is also the first time I'm posting something I've written in present tense, I'm just trying to experiment and figure out how I like to write lol

Shiggy lovers i hope this is adequate!!

Another crash. Another roar. Another Nomu.

You're in the thick of it, beside a building, half-destroyed, and another one completely toppled to the ground. There's screaming and panic, citizens running in every which way to escape the crossfire. Another building is about to collapse, and the monsters take no hesitation in using it as leverage to fight.

There are other heroes here, maybe three, or even more now if there were any on patrol nearby; it isn't clear through the fog of dirt and smoke. It isn't enough though. None of you had the strength or stamina to fight against the group of Nomus that appeared. Especially not by yourselves, even if you barely outnumbered them. The rubble is building. The ground is practically shaking under their destructive hands. They have the absolute advantage.

  Your quirk isn't built for such a fight, even as a pro, and your combat skills would prove useless against those monsters. You're meant to be more of a support hero than anything, someone usually waiting on the sidelines to rush in and heal the defending heroes in fights. The limits of your restorative quirk meant it was wise to steer clear from the heart of the battle and avoid being hurt, so the best course of action would be to run. Run and find backup. That's the most you can do for now; the most you can try to save what remains of that small city sector.

You choose your path quickly, remaining observant of the chaos around you. Cracked asphalt and concrete, dust flying everywhere from the destruction, debris from the second half-collapsed building scattered everywhere. The Nomus remain distracted by the other heroes, so despite the obstacles, there's a clear path to the closest alleyway. From there, if you can just reach the other side of the buildings and escape harm's way, you'll be safe to make the call.

You can make it, you believe — as long as you're fast. Confident, you take off, bound for the crack between two untouched office buildings nearby, the spring in your costume's boots allowing you to move more efficiently. With such quick speed, you nearly run face-first into the wall, entering it at an angle that's easy to correct with a simple push off against the brick. From there, the path is a straight shot to the other side, only separated by a feeble chain link fence. There's a hole that looks just big enough for you to crawl through at the bottom of it, the wire pried upward to create a gap. You can make it, you repeat in your head. The coast is clear, you can make it.

  Stumbling to a stop in front of the mesh barrier, you drop to your knees as quickly as your body will allow, planting yourself onto your stomach afterward. The opening is much smaller up close, but it's nothing you can't army-crawl your way through. Your costume was made to be dirtied and protect you in the heat of conflict, so having it scrape across the rocky ground while you drag your way under the fence isn't an issue. Its durability was the least of your problems — until now, that is..

  The elastic fabric snags on the wire once you squeeze your head and arms through the hole. Time is sensitive, you don’t have any to waste on something trivial like this. You try to reach back to untangle it, only to find the wire completely stabbed through. 

  With a heavy sigh and adrenaline crawling in your veins at the delay, you manage to move back a sizable distance before you try again, but it’s useless. The ends of the wires are sharp and stab into your suit with ease, holding you back. You needed to try something else, you needed to be fast.

  Before you can attempt to force your way through the hole, a voice arises behind you. Raspy and hoarse, you don’t even realize he's there until he speaks.

  “Oh, look at what we have here. A hero, is it?”

  His approach is slow, and you only hear his footsteps once he's standing over you. Your entire body goes stiff, your blood running cold as you curve your spine back to look at him.

  "Shigaraki," you whisper, terrified, under your breath. 

  "Oh, you know me already? How nice, I suppose we can skip the introductions then." 

  You can hear your breath hitch in your throat when he speaks and feel his presence as he looms right behind you, bending at the knees to crouch down over your legs.

  "I've seen you on TV," he starts, and you hold back a scream when you feel four rough fingers gently touch the back of your thigh, "You've got quite the impressive quirk, you know. Restoration quirks are hard to come by. And yours…"

  He pauses again, glides them up to where your hip and femur jointed together, and relishes in the way you shiver before he continues, "It's the exact opposite of mine. I guess you can only restore organic things, sure, but — it does make me wonder."

  You're hardly listening to his little ramble, your heartbeat drumming too loud in your ears to process anything — but then, your head goes blank when you feel all five of his fingers cup around your hip. Panic sets in fast, and you find yourself writhing before you can think, trying to force your way through the fence. The metal wires only dig into your skin, causing even more pain as you realize you're hips are too big to fit, and you wouldn't have made it anyway.

  Tomura only chuckles lightly at your reaction, watching the bottom half of your hero suit disintegrate into dust. You don't even realize it until you're already crying, and a cold breeze hits your face and bottom half. His hand is on you. Touching you. Feeling you, and yet.

  You don't feel any pain. His touch is simply normal against your skin. His palm is surprisingly warm, but dry. And you don't disintegrate. You don't disintegrate.

  Tomura laughs again at wide eyes and gaping mouth as if you should have expected his quirk to cancel out with yours. He slides his palm across your bottom, down to the back of your thigh again to caress it up and down slowly. Carefully. His touch lingers far longer than you're comfortable with.

  "Your quirk activates automatically when it's your own body, right? I wonder how long I can keep doing this for, then." He speaks so casually, acting like you weren't trapped and half-bare under him.

  "I've always wanted to be able to touch someone like this again. No gloves, no barriers. Just skin. When I saw you on the news and heard about your quirk, I thought you were perfect. Aside from that pesky hero stuff, that is," he frowned slightly behind the hand on his face, moving his own to grip at the fat of your ass, "You have no idea how frustrating it is to be unable to touch something without it falling apart."

  You let out a loud squeak, feeling his weight on the back of your knees when he sits on them, squeezing and kneading your flesh in his hand. There are tears in your eyes, and you struggle to twist around to look back at him, where he sits proudly like a king on his throne. Seeing such a widely known villain — being face to face, but being stuck and having him touch you like this. It felt humiliating. Humiliating to who you were as a person and a hero. You felt sick to your stomach.

  He frowns a little at the pathetic look you give him, only tightening his hold more, "Come on, don't look like that. I haven't done anything yet."

  As he speaks, he slides another hand underneath you and pulls your hips up slightly, your spine beginning to ache at how it was strained. You can only shake as you watch him, the hand that was gripping your ass moving to slide a single finger down the center of your underwear, sending a large jolt up your spine.

  In an instant, you look forward again, covering your mouth to hold back any noise you'd almost let out. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of making a sound, let it be cries or anything. So you force yourself to silence, even as tears roll down your face.

  Tomura only grins, running the finger up and down the fabric a few more times just to feel you jolt before hooking around the lining to pull it off to the side, stuffing it between your thigh and outer labia to keep you exposed. You clench up at the cold air, another shudder roving through your body as Tomura holds back a chuckle.

  Without another thought or word, he immediately dives in, his two fingers sliding between your folds, feeling whatever you can offer him before moving down to the bud below. You shiver, but are otherwise completely frozen as he does this, not even knowing half of what to do to retaliate.

  "Not too wet yet, I see. That's ok, I can fix that." He says, beginning to prod around for that extra sensitive spot he knew you wouldn't resist. A lightbulb goes off in his head when you jolt suddenly, your hips shaking extra whenever he squishes or pokes at it. With a grin plastered under that embalmed hand, he starts to move his fingers around in slow, gentle circles.

  The coarseness of his fingers doesn't help the sensation they bring on, that feeling of soft ecstasy pulsing through your body slowly like a drum. You hold back your sounds, at least, only your breathing growing heavy as he watches you clench around nothing. 

  It isn't enough for him. He needs more than this, he needs you prepared, and that wouldn’t come from just a few measly touches. 

  His fingers move faster, gaining enough friction that he has you audibly gasping, slick already building up just below. It doesn't take as long as expected, like your body is reacting on primal need. It almost makes him wonder — maybe you're getting off to the position he has you in, even if you don't realize it.

  He gives you a few more minutes of soft touching, allowing a good amount of wetness to accumulate between your shaking thighs before moving his fingers up. He gathers your natural lube on his digits, humming as he slathers it all over your pussy to make it nice and glossy before dipping them back in, finally allowing them to take the plunge.

  As if you weren't already amply humiliated, the way his fingers toy with you before pressing in is distracting enough that he manages to draw a squeak out of you the second he dives in.

  "Ohh, give me more of that. Don't be shy." He says, sliding his digits out slowly, licking his lips at how slick they are before shoving them back in.

  His fingers are so long, soaking knuckle-deep inside of you and reaching parts that your own couldn't. You would rather die at his hands now than ever admit it to anyone, but god, it feels good.

  He's already moving them so fast, curling them all around like he's searching for something. It felt too good to be touched by someone like that. You haven't slept with another person for over a year, so it's like a new foreign feeling and an old friend all at once. You can't stop yourself. Your brain grows foggier with each drag of his fingers, like he's scratching an itch you couldn’t by yourself. You couldn't hold it back anymore.

  You let out a quiet, croaked moan, covering your face with your hands to hide how embarrassing it is to indulge in something so crude with someone like him.

  A wretched smile immediately dawns on Tomura's face, and he moves his hand even faster, trying to milk more sounds out of you before he moves on. He wants you to make more noise, to hear how good a disgusting villain like him is making a great hero like you feel.

  From there, the sounds just spilled out. He’s surprisingly quick to find the smooth spot inside of you, pumping over it repeatedly until you’re a wriggling, gasping mess. The coil inside of you is winding up tight, growing ready to burst at almost any second. 

  It's so degrading, being face down in the concrete while a villain is digging his fingers so deep into you. But you weren’t thinking about that anymore. Your mind is too focused on how good it feels rubbing against your walls, the friction driving you crazy with how fast it builds up.

  Then, like electricity in your veins, it comes crashing through your body all at once. The pleasure, the ecstasy. Your body practically vibrates against his hand, an unforgiving orgasm ripping through your entire system until you’re panting like a dog, still pulsing around him as he slowly removes his fingers and wipes them on your thigh.

  As you return from your high, the quiet chuckling unnerves you. And then you feel sick to your stomach again. You’re still recovering, but you’ve come to your senses enough to look behind you.

  The sight you see has bile rising in your throat. He’s already grabbed onto you again, unzipping his pants with one hand while he speaks.

  “So, what do you think your little hero friends would think if you had sex with a villain?”

[kikyoupdates]

Made to Destroy ⭑˚💎⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

bnha x op!reader

op!reader, my hero academia x fem!reader, reverse harem, over powered reader, f!reader

You are the product of a series of twisted experiments, an anomaly that shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place. Thankfully, you are taken into the arms of a hero and given a new purpose in life. But as you soon discover, it isn’t easy to deny your true nature, especially when you were made to destroy.

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You awaken.

It's a strange feeling, to go from complete darkness to a world of bright, shining artificial lights. The sudden exposure sends your senses into overdrive and causes you to blink repeatedly, to the point that your eyes start watering. 

“...I can’t believe it,” you hear someone mumble. “It actually worked. I’m a genius!”  

There’s a man in front of you. He’s got a bushy mustache and a pair of distinct, thick-rimmed goggles that prevent you from seeing into his eyes clearly. An elderly man, although it’s hard to tell his exact age. The only other noteworthy thing about him is that he’s wearing a white lab coat. 

And based on how widely he’s grinning, he seems to be rather pleased about something.  

He quickly clears his throat. “Ahem. I suppose I shouldn’t get too ahead of myself. I need to test all your senses first. You can hear me, I’m assuming? You’re certainly reacting to visual stimuli, like the light shining in your eyes. If you can hear me and understand what I’m saying, nod your head once.”  

At first, you just blink, still disoriented and confused, but soon enough, his words sink in. 

You nod, and the man—Dr. Garaki—seems even more pleased than he was just a few seconds ago.  

“Excellent!” he exclaims, and you watch as he scribbles something down onto a clipboard. “Language comprehension is working just fine too. Although now it’s time for the real test. Listen closely, please. I’ve decided I want to call you [Name]. Can you try saying that? Try saying your name for me, little one.” 

You stare at him for a few moments, and even though you understand what he’s asking of you, it still takes a while for your mouth to move the way you want it to.  

But eventually, you succeed.  

“[N-Name],” you repeat, sounding a bit uncertain at first. You knit your brows together and try again, and this time, it’s far less shaky. “[Name].” 

“Oh, marvelous!” Dr. Garaki praises. He even claps his hands together, incapable of hiding his excitement. “Yes, what a truly wonderful job! Well done. It suits you, too. I really have a knack when it comes to naming my creations.”  

He doesn’t ask you to say anything else, so you sit perfectly still, just staring at him. However, you’ve just learned something. You have a name. 

For some reason, it makes your heart clench, and you’re not quite sure how to describe what you’re feeling.  

Perhaps that’s another thing you have yet to learn.  

“You really are a masterful, prodigal creation,” Dr. Garaki says, stroking his mustache. “It’s incredible. All of your senses appear to be fully functional, and not only that, but you can understand things and communicate, just like a real human would. I always thought that creating Nomus would be the greatest exploit of my career, and I failed so many times before when I tried to artificially engineer a human without a corpse as a base... but you managed to surpass all my expectations. Perhaps I should call you my little miracle.” 

You don’t understand what he’s trying to say, but once again, he seems rather pleased.  

“Best of all is your appearance,” he continues, brushing a finger against your cheek. “Just looking at you, everyone would assume you’re an ordinary little girl! I truly have outdone myself this time around. The Nomus are beautiful in their own way, but you are a carbon copy of the human race. A perfect replication.”  

This man sure likes to talk a lot. Or maybe he talks a perfectly normal amount, but you just don’t have any other frame of reference to compare it to.  

Dr. Garaki steps closer to you and smiles. “Now, then. I still have some tests to finish running, so be a good girl and sit still. Don’t worry. It’ll only take a moment.” 

You don’t really have any idea of what’s normal or not, which is why you don’t move a single muscle as he straps your limbs down to the chair and makes sure to tighten the fastenings shut, so that you can’t break free.  

You are ignorant. You can’t possibly know any better. So, when Dr. Garaki inches towards you, gripping a scalpel between his fingers, all you do is stare at him quietly.  

And then there’s just pain.  

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, and you scream out at the top of your lungs as Dr. Garaki slices into your flesh, showing zero remorse.  

You’ve only ever spoken your name, so you’re not quite sure what to say to get him to stop, but eventually, the words bubble up to the surface.  

“S-Stop... stop it! It... hurts...” 

“Oh-ho!” he muses. “Already assembling sentences on your own, I see. You register pain just like a normal human would too. It’s truly splendid!”  

Despite your outcry, he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even bother to apologize. He just keeps carving you up, ignoring all of your tortured, anguished screams, as well as the look of sheer desperation on your face.  

It feels like you’re about to die. You’ve only known what it’s like to live for a few brief moments, and already, it’s going to be taken from you.  

All this pain, all of this blood... and yet, you still haven’t died yet.  

Why?  

“Ah-ha!” Dr. Garaki exclaims. He steps back and grins cruelly. “It took a while for your body to respond, but there it is! The regeneration is finally kicking in. For a moment, I was worried I hadn’t transplanted the Quirk correctly. Thank goodness everything is in order.” 

He finally stops. You let out a shuddering breath, and you’re suddenly aware of a damp feeling on your cheeks, as well as the fact that your vision is blurry.  

Oh. You must be crying.  

“No need for tears, little one,” Dr. Garaki reassures. “Go on, take a look. Your body is repairing itself as we speak. Everything is going to be just fine.”  

He’s right. Just a few moments ago, you were in so much pain that it felt like you would cease to exist, but now you watch as your bloody, mutilated skin pieces itself back together, until you’re practically brand new. 

The injuries are gone, and so is the pain.  

Dr. Garaki smiles. “See? There’s no reason to be afraid. I’ve made you durable. An incredible creation you may very well be, but you’re of no use to me if you break right away.”  

Something about what he just said doesn’t exactly sit right with you. A voice in your head is telling you to trust this man and listen to everything he says. To follow all of his orders without fail and carry out his ambitions.  

But another voice in your head—admittedly, a much smaller one—is telling you the exact opposite.  

And for some reason, that’s the voice you choose to listen to.  

“It hurt,” you mutter accusingly. “I asked you... to stop.”  

Dr. Garaki frowns, clearly bewildered. “Hm? You sure are becoming increasingly talkative. You must be absorbing information even faster than I thought you would. But like I said, you’re fine. You can handle far more damage than this. Trust me. You can always trust me, alright?”  

No. You get the feeling that you shouldn’t trust him. You shouldn’t trust a single word that comes out of his mouth, and if you stay here, there’s a very good chance that he’ll hurt you again.  

So, the solution is obvious.  

You need to leave.  

“I’m leaving,” you declare. Dr. Garaki proceeds to stare at you in disbelief, and he even sets his clipboard aside so that he can give you his undivided attention.  

“You’re not leaving,” he frowns. “And why would you want to leave? I’m your creator. I brought you to life. I engineered you specifically so that you would serve me and obey my commands, and you say you want to leave? How does any of that make sense? Is it possible I made a mistake somewhere...?”  

He scratches his mustache, unable to make sense of the situation. Even now, there’s still that irritating voice that’s telling you to obey, but you grit your teeth and fight against it, refusing to succumb to the pressure.  

And then you feel it. Something wells up from deep inside you, and as you stare down at the infuriating bindings that are tying you down to the chair, you suddenly realize: Oh. I can break these. 

So, you do.  

“...what in the world?!”  

Dr. Garaki lets out a squeal as you break free of the restraints and kick the chair to the side. He instinctively reaches for the scalpel, then points it towards you, most likely as an act of self-defense.  

Unfortunately, seeing that bloody scalpel again elicits painful memories, and it makes you really, really angry.  

You feel it again. It’s as if something is bubbling up inside of you, desperately seeking release. It pulses and flows, moving through your body in the form of energy. Power. Strength.  

“You’re out of your mind!” Dr. Garaki screams. “You’re supposed to listen to everything I say! What’s wrong with you?! You’re a faulty product! You're damaged goods! Now, sit back down and stay put before I—”  

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. You swing your arm out, and he should be thanking his lucky stars that he managed to jump away in time.  

Destruction unfolds. You’re not quite sure what you did, but you made sure to channel all the strength you could muster, and now the room you’re in—which upon closer inspection, is some kind of lab—has practically been torn to shreds.  

Dr. Garaki is trapped underneath a pile of rubble, and he whimpers helplessly. “I-I don’t understand. The only Quirk I gave you... was the ability to regenerate. Is this... some kind of mutation? But how did it...”  

He passes out, either from shock, pain, or some combination of the two.  

It’s then that you spot a hole in the wall that must have formed when you unleashed your attack earlier. It’s quite small, but you’re fairly small too, so there’s a good chance you’ll fit.  

You drop to your knees and crawl. It’s a snug fit, but you manage to wiggle your way through, and after a brief patch of darkness, you emerge on the other side.  

A bright sky greets you. It’s sunny and warm, and you decide that you quite like this feeling. It’s certainly far more pleasant than being inside the lab, with its murky scent and unnatural lights. It seems as though your decision to leave was the right one after all.  

You clench your hand into a fist. That strange burst of energy you felt earlier is completely gone. You must have used up all your strength. But it’s okay. You’re free now.  

You’re free, and you will discover all that life has to offer.

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mating season [Nomu X fem!reader]

You arrived at your apartment, exhausted, it had been a hard day at university, the studies, the work schedules, everything was very exhausting, you lay down on the couch, trying to relax your muscles, your mind and consciousness, until you heard heavy footsteps. walking towards you

You knew who it was, a beast with large muscles, an exposed brain, a mouth with a bird's beak and penetrating eyes, it was a Nomu, you remembered that day when it appeared at your house as if nothing had happened, it was walking and eating some meat that you had saved, he seemed hungry, you remembered the shock you had had at that moment, it was disbelief, surprise, mixed with a little terror, then you recognized what Nomu it was, it was the Nomu that was in the U.S.J, the one that All Migth defeated, Nothing was known about that Nomu until now, for some reason or another, the Nomu did not attack you, it simply approached you and sniffed you, like a dog trying to recognize someone, then it pounced on you, it took you by his arms gently but strongly at the same time and threw you to the floor, were you scared, was this big beast going to kill you? No, that was not his plan, the Nomu began to sniff your body, first it was your hair, he touched it a little with his big fingers, then he reached your chest, he touched the sides carefully but then his hand grabbed your breast, you let go. You gasped and tried not to scream, you wanted to move your legs but it was impossible, his weight and strength were greater than yours, then he began to sniff your groin, it reminded you of how dogs sniffed each other to recognize each other, you finally freed yourself. from his grip and moved his head away from that area

"n-no…don't do that" you said, trying to stop the Nomu from continuing.

The Nomu seemed to understand and walked away from you, you couldn't move him from your house since it would be impossible, so you had no choice but to keep him until someone came to claim him or he left, that same night you were ready to sleep When you felt a great weight on top of you, it was the Nomu, he was getting comfortable next to you, he was rubbing his groin against your body, from then on I knew that it would be almost impossible to get him off of you.

and that's how you ended up with a Nomu that looks more like a giant puppy than a normal person.

You turned to look at your side, only to find the gigantic monster looking at you, you got up from the couch and walked towards it, you gently placed your hand on its head, right where its brain was, it was strange to feel the texture of the exposed brain. But you couldn't complain, since the Nomu always asked you the same thing, from the first day you met him. You went to the bathroom to take a shower, it was the best thing you wanted if you wanted to go to sleep, you opened the handle. the bathtub and you let the water run over your naked body, you took a little more time to relax, since today was an exhausting day, you got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, you went to your room and closed it, It was not necessary to lock it since the Nomu was outside, waiting to enter, it had been difficult for you to teach him that he should wait outside, the first time you tried to teach him not to enter when you were changing; you remembered when he came in abruptly, you were not even in your pajamas, almost You scream, the Nomu began to approach you, the Nomu began to sniff the air, but it was in the direction of your body, it stood next to you, you were almost crying from fear, the Nomu seemed to notice this, it took a few steps back and stood. It was from the room, that was what happened that day.

At that moment you felt two large hands taking your waist, you went pale, you were scared, you turned your head on your shoulder, managing to see the great Nomu close to you, the Nomu's groin rubbed against your private area, you let out a gasp and tried to to push him away, but it was useless

The Nomu laid you on the bed, he stood on top of you and began to sniff your neck, you were afraid, you placed your hands on his chest to keep him away from you, but he took your hands and placed them on top of you. head

The Nomu began to lick and kiss your neck, biting the weak points, you moaned and screamed to get him off of you.

"s-stop!!! no!!" You begged, but the Nomu didn't give it any importance, he continued biting and kissing your neck.

You moaned and begged, you tried to free yourself from the Nomu's grip but it was impossible, he held your arms tightly, until the Nomu spoke.

"I'm…in…mating…time…" said the Nomu, you were surprised, but you quickly remembered why he knew how to speak.

You had always tried to get the Nomu to talk, whether with children's books, teaching him to write or giving him a dictionary, and although it seemed that you had achieved nothing, you were wrongly wrong.

The Nomu gently took you by the head and stood up, standing at the edge of the bed, he placed your face near his groin, then he began to pull down his pants, you were madly dreaming, he had revealed his bulge, it was big, a Amazing size, he brought his groin closer to your mouth, he wanted you to kiss it, you took a deep breath and swallowed,

You slowly brought the lump close to your mouth, your lips collided with it, you felt nervous, suddenly, the Nomu took your head and made you swallow that thing, you were left without oxygen, you could feel that thing in your throat, it was hard, you could feel As it was hard as a rock, you should have bought lube if you had known this would happen, besides, you were afraid of breaking your little insides with its bulge, you knew what you should do, you began to move your head back and forth, sucking and licking the bulge, the Nomu began to move his hips, hitting his bulge in your throat, you let out some tears, after what seemed like hours, he walked away from you, leaving a thread of saliva on the member

The Nomu laid you face down, you could feel how he brought his bulge close to your small entrance, you were afraid, you knew you wouldn't be able to bear that same member.

"stop…please…I don't want to do this…" you begged, you could feel that lump going in, it would, there was no doubt about it.

You tried to move, you tried to move your groin in order to avoid that lump, the Nomu grabbed your buttocks tightly, the Nomu suddenly entered, you almost screamed from the pain and pleasure, but the Nomu covered your mouth, preventing anything from coming out. sound of your mouth

He began to move, his movements were slow but painful, you could feel your walls stretching and giving way to the large lump, you could hear every blow he made against your body, you moaned silently.

"I knew from the beginning that you would be the perfect partner for me when I saw you… I couldn't help but feel so attracted to you…" said the Nomu, his voice was silky and hoarse "you will be the mother of my children… "said the Nomu

He began to accelerate his movements, each thrust hurt you, you cried and gasped, since you couldn't do much with your mouth covered, he began to accelerate in brutal ways, it hurt you, it hurt a lot, but now you had no choice but to accept your fate.

Finally he climaxed, he stayed still for a few moments, making sure not a single drop of his fluid was wasted, there was no way you wouldn't get pregnant, after his fluid finished, he gently moved away from you. He lay down on the bed next to you

You sighed and cried, your insides hurt, you were full of his fluids and now you were going to be the mother of the children of a Nomu.

"Now…darling…you are my wife…my partner" said the Nomu

[bnhaobservation]

Did Enji atone to Touya (and his family) and stepped up on his role as a father?

Boku no Hero Academia has a grave 'flaw'. The fact that's strongly tied to Japanese culture and Buddhism makes it a very interesting work but also makes it a hardly international work because way too many cultural things are left unexplained because they're assumed to be a given. Only they're not when the work is read by foreign readers. And this lead to confusion.

The Todoroki plotline is an example of this.

In the west many feel Enji did nothing for Touya or did too little because the little he did is a given in the west. The point is... it's not a given in Japan. In Japan is a BIG DEAL. So let's go though it.

First, the fact that he doesn't want to kill Touya even though he's a criminal

Todoroki Enji ‘Ore wa ikinobite mo... ENDEAVOR wa shinda. Tairyō satsujinsha (read: musuko) to tatakaenai.’ 轟炎司「俺は生き延びても...エンデヴァーは死んだ。大量殺人者（むすこ）と戦えない。」 Todoroki Enji “Even if I survived... Endeavor is dead. I can't fight against a mass murderer (read: my son).”

Let's compare it to these two scenes of "Death Note" and see how Yagami Soichiro, a policeman, is taking the idea his son might be a killer and how, although Misa protests, the story doesn't present it as him being crazy but as it being his duty.

That's why Hawks doesn't want to send Enji, who's on an atonement path, to face Dabi, because Enji might end up in a situation in which he would have to kill his son and he would refuse... which is more or less what happens.

Second, Enji acknowledges that what Touya said is true, Touya is his son and Enji did what he did. In such a situation many would lie. Dabi's video proves nothing. He is a Villain, they had a doctor in the team who could create Nomu, the paternity test could be fake, even if Dabi were to provide a sample of his blood or skin they could insist that's fake.

Society didn't want the truth, they didn't want Enji to confess, they wanted him to reassure them, they even commented he should have lied because yes, that's what's done often.

Basically he put his honor on the chopping block. A public apology like this one is a BIG DEAL in Japan. It's much more serious than in western countries and he does it when he could have spared himself and say Dabi lied but that would have meant to deny his son.

Third, it connects to the first in a way. While Enji is unwilling to kill Touya, he's willing to die with him. It's ‘shinjū’ (心中 Lit. “Mind/heart center/inside” but more likely means “oneness of hearts”, probably reflecting a psychological link between the participants) and it’s a word used in common parlance to refer to any group suicide of two or more individuals bound by love, typically lovers, parents and children, and even whole families. People who commit shinjū believe that they would be united again in heaven, a view supported by feudal teaching in Edo period Japan, which taught that the bond between loved ones would continue into the next world, and by the teaching of Pure Land Buddhism wherein it is believed that through shinjū, one can approach rebirth in the Pure Land. By volunteering to die with him, Enji is basically agreeing to remain with him in their next reincarnation.

For us it's crazy, it's Enji giving up on saving him. In Japan it sounds like 'I love you and I want to be with you'.

Forth, he'll apologize to Touya. As said before it's a BIG DEAL, especially since Enji is the family head and, although for us most of what he did is wrong, in Japan most of what he did is well within what he can do. Marrying a woman you don't love in a combined marriage to expect the child who'll be born from it will fulfill your ambitions and not really bothering to raise it because that's a mother job, well, things are changing in Japan but none of the above is a crime. In a not so distant past it was actually the norm. Yet Enji apologizes even though normally a family head wouldn't.

Fifth it's a bit in the first point and in the second but it'll drag on through all the story, Enji won't reject Touya. He's the only one (except Fuyumi who however doesn't get to say much) who never calls him Dabi after the reveal, and he won't strike him out of the family register but will keep on considering him his son.

Look at the Tobitas instead and at how they kick their son out.

Don't think Hawks is cutting strings with his parents solely because they were abusive, the Tobitas show us how you should just cut strings with a criminal. Same as the Togas.

Have "Theseus no fune" in which a man accused to be a murderer, send a birthday gift to his son and watch the reaction of his wife.

They don't want to keep contact with a criminal. It's scary because they'll be mistreated if they are discovered to be related to him.

And, in this vein, the fact he wants to go see him, that he'll keep on seeing him till the end instead than turning his back on him, is seen as important. It's seen as him being his father.

To many of us it seems as if he's forcing his presence upon Touya. Actually, from a Japanese perspective he's instead not abandoning him like many others would.

And since Touya is dying, very likely the talking will be the talking that's done in a Buddhist culture when someone is dying. Death should occur in a calm and peaceful environment, with close friends and family in attendance. Together they should reflect on the good deeds the dying person has done throughout their life, in the hopes it will help them in their next reincarnation. Additionally, family and friends can perform good deeds on behalf of them, which they believe will be of merit to the deceased.

So, since Touya is dying he won't get a scolding like Chisaki, they'll all only tell him nice and soothing things so he'll die peacefully.

Now... in the west all this is absolutely way too little, and in some points even feels wrong. Dying together instead than insisting in trying to save him? Deciding unilaterally to show up every day? Not our thing...

We can totally say 'thanks, I hate it' because we grew up with Darth Vader who instead gave his life to SAVE his son. All this accepting that Touya instead is going to die so Enji can at best die with him or keep him company until he does... well, it's mostly not our cup of cultural tea.

In in Japan though, all Enji does is important. Enji is doing something for Touya as a father, something important many fathers wouln't do for their sons.

Does it would satisfy a Japanese audience? They'll get the message better than us... but things are changing and anyway it can still feel too little. "Death Note" is dated 2005/2006 and back in it Misa was already questioning the idea of a father killing his son and then killing himself. BNHA is more innovative as Enji doesn't think to kill Touya but he still goes for the 'let's die together' route... and Horikoshi subtly criticizes it by having the rest of the family decising they'll try to stop the fire before just giving up. They're willing to die, but not before trying.

Enji represents plenty of old theories after all, which Horikoshi acknowledges were moved out of wrong beliefs, not moved by mean intents... which, is possible, would still not be enough for Japanese readers either because among teenagers, the target audience, there's an increasing number of teen who, in Japan, are forced to leave home (the Toyoko Kids) and often ends up committing crimes to survive and the league seems to be based on all the kind of homeless people Japan has.

While for a kid at home with a loving family being told that his father will die with him if he messes up instead than just dumping him might be comforting... for a kid that was abused and forced to leave home this might feel not enough.

People want to be saved, being told it's too late to save them, might be a lesson for those who hadn't done anything wrong yet so that they won't do it, but it's surely not a hopeful message for who instead got himself into troubles.

But well, that's something for the Japanese audience to ponder.

There's also to point out that, even though the message is not hopeful, Horikoshi is seeing the homeless people and acknowledging they should be helped.

Japan in regard to the Toyoko kids is mostly like the old woman who pretended not to see Tenko but that, in the end, helps that new boy.

I think Horikoshi's message desperately wants to be hopeful even for them, that he wants BNHA be like Midoriya's final stand, something that will push people to acknowledge they exist and reach out to help them.

It just that... it gets lost in what I'll call the 'litteral translation'.

No one explains us how we should jusge the scenes and, since we lack the cultural background, to us they are perceived differently because to us things work differently.

And, personally, even when I think I figured out the author's intent and can see the positivity of it, the cultural filter is still too tick and the picture gets blurried.

It's like being beginner at speaking a foreign language and having to constantly translate it in your head. The message loses its natural beauty, get simplified and not fully grasped.

I think I understand how Enji's atonement works in regard to Touya... it still doesn't feel fulfilling to me. But enough about Touya.

'Now,' you might rightfully say, 'fine, I'll bite, let's assume what Enji has is an atonement arc for Touya. It doesn't work at all in the west but let's give it a pass. What about his other kids?'

Natsuo and Fuyumi's wishes are in conflict.

Fuyumi wants the five of them to be a family (at the time she doesn't know Touya is alive), Natsuo doesn't want to be part of a family with Enji.

Enji's solution is giving Fuyumi a house in which she can welcome her mother and live with Natsuo (and Shouto when he comes home), while he removes himself from the equation. The solution fulfills Natsuo's wish of not seeing Enji because it makes him feel bad. It only partly fulfil Fuyumi's wish because it'll allow her to have her mother back (Rei couldn't bear meeting Enji either) and to stay with her siblings... but Enji takes responsibility for it, he doesn't tell her it's due to Natsuo that he can't live with them, so, in theory, it won't be Natsuo the one who's stressed to be at home when Enji is there and the one who has to leave home because he can't stand the sight of Enji.

There are many things I can say on how this is not a good solution (it doesn't make Natsuo feel better, it just stops him from feeling worse), but there are two points to consider. The first is that Enji is getting old and it would be his children's duty, due to filial pity, to take care of him, instead he's basically giving them the means to leave and take his wife with them.

Actually, since Natsuo is now the oldest MALE, it should fall on him specifically. Yes, Enji always intended to have Shouto inherit his mantle but this doesn't free Natsuo from his duties. Instead Enji is letting all his children free.

Even with Shouto, he doesn't insist anymore for Shouto to learn Flashfire Fist as his heir but just as an intern.

I take this is big in Japan.

Here again, not so much, especially in the countries in the west that think kids should leave their parents' home as soon as possible and we don't think our children are obliged to inherit our mantles.

Note how the story implies that this was meant to be the end for the Natsuo/Enji arc.

Natsuo made clear he didn't want to meet Enji again, he does it solely because they've to stop Touya and, once they've stopped Touya, he makes clear he doesn't want to see him again.

If we want though, the fact he's leaving the family can be seen as a concession in a way.

Since apparently Rei wants to stay with Enji (and likely their old house was devasted because that's what happens to relative of criminals) Enji can now move with Fuyumi and Rei and Natsuo won't have to see him because he'll leave home... to make his own home.

As for Shouto... Horikoshi answered his request by basically showing him Enji being a father for Touya and then promising he would protect them from the fiery fallout, which Horikoshi doesn't show at all because it's another thing that's a given in Japanese culture, it'll be hell for Enji to protect them, but not for us.

Just to get an idea of the fiery fallout here are some images from "Theseus no fune" again showing you how bad is this sort of thing.

Back to Enji, Horikoshi gives us verbal confirmation that Enji is now being a father by being willing to do this, by having Natsuo, who never called him as such, calling him father for the first time.

For Horikoshi that's Enji being a father.

Again, we've no idea of which hell Enji will suffer because that's not part of our culture. I've posted above screencaps of "Theseus no fune", that's how the fallout should be so not pretty at all.

So the fact that Enji will try to protect them from it is, again, BIG.

So yeah, Enji did do BIG things to atone and keeps on doing them and if he'll ultimately get forgiven by Natsuo (the rest of his family wanted to forgive him way before he were to do something), that's up to Natsuo... Horikoshi likely left this as open ending because he wanted to let it up to readers so as not to make them feel they were forced to forgive Enji.

In the general hopeful theme of the manga and with Natsuo acknowledging him as a cool father I guess his idea is that Natsuo too will eventually forgive him because he's kind.

I don't want to say that Natsuo forgiving Enji would be a culture clash because there's people even here that forgive their horrible parents and that's valid. Forgiving is a personal choice and one has the right to make it even if said horrible parent did nothing to deserve it.

It's up to you.

But sure is, if again we take the story at face value and not in its cultural contest, we can't see what Enji does to atone, because for us is nothing big.

It's even made worse by how Horikoshi doesn't show at all the hell Enji will go through (as for him is a given) so for us IT DOESN'T EXIST. We see Enji as having it easy, talking big but not having to face anything at all.

Honestly though... I think this is a bit of a flaw of the manga as a whole.

Way too often it prefers to focus on the good than on the bad so that the bad gets sidelined to much to the point people forget it.

There were horrible Heroes who committed crimes and had no intention to repent or stop... and we never met them. Nagant killed them off but we never met them.

Mountain Lady, who became a Hero for money and fame, then sticks to the job even when it's bad. Desugoro, who left the job when it turned bad, then came back to help. Enji is on an atonement path and, anyway, on work he was always a good Hero.

In the same way Horikoshi prefers not to show Enji's hardship but focus on how he'll have the support of his sidekicks, driver and Hawks... partly also because it ties in so well with the general message of everyone reaching out.

The result is that the Midoriya plotline of everyone reaching out becomes more important of the Enji atonement arc and overshadows it.

Enji's atonement arc ends in 426, chap 430 doesn't feel the need to tell us if Enji is keeping up with it despite the hardship, nor how his family is doing. It feels the need to reassure us that people will reach out for him even if he's in hell, that even if he had to give up on his family, he now as a new found family.

It's thematically consistent with the theme of reaching out but... the fact it overwrites the atonement arc honestly FOR ME doesn't work so great.

I think it's an overall problem of the 'reaching out message'.

While in itself is beautiful... it saves nothing I was lead to care about.

In Enji's case I was interested in his atonement arc, in how he could help his kids. I wanted more of that, partly because his atonement arc is so far from my culture, partly because it touched characters I cared about, I wanted to be reassured he would keep on working on it and that his family would be well.

Yes, he should be in hell, but the story didn't really work hard on trying to make me worry for him as it established already a support network for him. The story made me worry for the kids, for Touya, who was dying, for Fuyumi, who wanted back her family and won't have it, for Natsuo, who's marrying an unknown character so young, for Shouto, who has to cope with the loss of the brother with whom he wanted to connect.

I don't really care Burnin, Onima, Kido and Hawks are willing to continue to protect Enji, to reach out to help him, I knew they would, I wanted to be reassured Enji's kids are safe, well and protected. I wanted to see ENJI reach out and help them.

In this vein I don't really care the old grandmother saved a nameless abused kid, or, at least, not as much as I cared for Tomura to be saved. It's nice she saved him, it's nice he gets to live the life Tomura was denied but honestly, he's a mob character with a super tragic backstory created deliberately to force us to emotionally connect to him.

The message he now will be saved is good, but my emotional investment to him is too little.

The same applies to Uraraka's Quirk counsueling program, we knew next to nothing about the Quirk consueling previous program beyond that it didn't work (a real problem in Japan as they have a school consueling program that didn't work... and changes are in progress) and that now it supposedly does.

To how Shouji now solves peacefully plenty of conflicts caused by Heteromorph discrimination, which Horikoshi tossed in later and never really showed how to solve (and, don't take me wrong, it's not solved even by Shouji, he just solves peacefully the conflicts, how is up to everyone's speculation).

Long story short, I think Horikoshi worked really hard for BNHA to have an optimist, hopeful message... but part of it goes lost in cultural differences and part of it goes lost in how the story didn't try to get me invested in the things it's now saving.

So yeah, I'm still sad for this little panel in chap 430

I guess I'll eventually get over it. Today though, it's not that day.

On a positive note... if we count the pages of all the chapters that should go in vol 42 they're only 132. The chapters that were meant to go into Vol 39 had 165 (which yes, Horikoshi further expanded once the volume was released).

So yeah, unless Vol 42 will be slimmer than usual or that he'll add to it some sidestory or extra story, it's possible we'll get more plot in terms of epilogue. We'll see.

(also yes, I'm not touching Rei in this post. Rei is another can of worm entirely and one, I fear, Horikoshi doesn't care about. The poor woman doesn't even get a profile while Ikoma Komari does. And really, I do think Rei is much more important than Ikoma Komari)

Last, but not least, since someone seems to get the wrong idea, in case it wasn't clear enough, I'm not Japanese. I research on this. Through books, through the net and yeah, since I like to read manga and anime also through them which I often use as a source of comparison because they're easy, accessible to many and represent the same kind of media BNHA is so they more or less move according to the same or similar rules. I might have messed up somewhere. I encourage you to also research on the topic and take everything with a grain or two of salt.

[loveriotss]

Yo! I was wondering if you could do some headcannons for Shigaraki, Aizawa, and Dabi with a male reader? I also thought it would be cool if reader had a quirk that had the abilities of a wendigo or skinwalker, and he would be really tall (around 6”6 or 7ft maybe?). I think it would be cool to see them with a guy that has a creepy quirk and personality, but really he is a gentle giant.

Anyway, have a great rest of your day/night! Thank you!!

HIM WITH A SKINWALKER QUIRK USER ⸻ tomura shigaraki + shota aizawa + touya todoroki

# tomura shigaraki + shota aizawa + touya todoroki INCLUDES — male! reader, fluff(ish), headcannons

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[🎭] TOMURA SHIGARAKI . . .

when you both first met, he thought you were some kind of nomu.

was surprised to find out that you're a human but he respects you nonetheless.

he's intrigued by your quirk's eerie and supernatural nature.

very very curious about the details of your quirk but he won't ask you about it, he will just stare at you a bit creepily.

as you two grow closer, he's drawn to the contrast between your menacing appearance and your gentle demeanor.

he’s used to being misunderstood and understands the feeling of being seen as something to fear rather than to be understood.

he likes how your personality doesn't undermine your abilities.

if you're in the lov with him, he will rely on you a lot.

he trusts you, even if he doesn’t always express it verbally.

when it comes to missions or plans, shigaraki values your input and abilities.

your quirk’s versatility and your understanding of the darker side of things often make you a crucial ally in his schemes.

he respects your contributions and sees you as an essential part of his plans.

despite your imposing stature and fearsome quirk, you have a way of creating a soothing environment.

shigaraki treasures the quiet moments you share, where you can both escape from the chaos of the world and simply enjoy each other’s presence.

he's an odd guy who likes odd things and trust he will yap to you about it.

you just stare at him like '😀' while he casually talks about some gruesome thing that he's hyperfixated on.

[💤] SHOTA AIZAWA . . .

when you and aizawa first met, he was a bit cautious of you.

the appearance your quirk gave you was something he had never seen before.

that paired with your personality began to intrigue him.

feel like it would be funny if he had a pet cat who never really warmed up to everyone but the first day you visit his house he finds his grumpy little cat on your lap in minutes as you happily pat it.

will apologize on your behalf if you accidentally startle someone.

(which is like everyday 😓)

however if anyone tries to be rude to you because of your appearance he will defend you firmly.

has tried erasing your quirk which takes away whatever additional abilities you have but you appearance remains as towering as ever because of it being a physical quirk.

aizawa finds your quirk fascinating and is eager to understand it better.

will occasionally request training sessions with you where he will face you with scenarios that challenges you to use your quirk in different ways.

he values the calm and thoughtful conversations you two have.

you're one of the few people who can match his vibe since he is mostly surrounded by loud extroverts 🙏 (a/n: looking at you present mic).

if you were a hero, he would be one of your biggest supporters and will not tolerate any disrespect towards you from other heroes or even civilians.

[🔥] DABI . . .

when you and dabi first met, he was intrigued by you but still kept his distance.

your towering height and the unsettling nature of your quirk made him cautious.

if you were introduced to him through the lov he wouldn't really speak to you much in the first few days, opting to just observe you from the sidelines.

your personality was bit of a surprise to him.

it made him suspicious of you as he thought you were hiding your true personality and whenever he tried to bring it up with the other members they just laughed at him.

eventually he decided to 'investigate' you on his own and found his assumptions about you terribly wrong.

as you two grow closer and become 'friends', he starts teasing you.

will call you the most oddest nicknames but it's okay because you call him odd things back.

friendly fire between the two of you is common but a very fun sight to see as whenever the argument get's a bit heated, dabi tries to look menacing but compared to you he looks like a little kid throwing a tantrum.

despite his jeers and sarcastic remarks, he genuinely respects you.

he acknowledges your strengths and doesn't doubt your abilities.

he is a horror/supernatural freak so seeing someone who looks similar to the creepy books he snags from corner bookstores in front of him makes him fanboy internally.

he occasionally lets his guard down around you, sharing bits of his past or personal thoughts.

is also a very good listener. during your rooftop conversations he will patiently listen to your stories or whatever struggles you've faced.

NOTE — posting this embarrassingly late, really sorry to the anon who requested this 😓😓.

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