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opossumanonymous · 3 years

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How did he get in this mess?

Warnings: Inko literally uses her quirk to pull out AFOs pubic hair because I don't think anything else would immobilize him temporarily, talk of inko using her quirk to pull organs, guns mentioned

I wrote this on my phone so sorry if anything looks funky for computer users. If I made any mistakes or any characters are too ooc please tell me. Also this is a fanfic featuring AFO as Midoriya Hizashi and Inko as a ex-Black Widow and mostly features them please enjoy!~

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How did he get in this mess, face kissing the floor and completely caught off guard?

Hizashi wasn't quite sure himself actually. One minute he was doing some 'work' before he heard the voice of his wife over his shoulder.

"Hizashi, what are you doing?"

Then he was on the floor a nearly blinding pain spread over his body leaving him in fetal position unable to think of nothing else.

Once his mind got clear again he turned his head to the side looking up at the woman who he thought was his wife. Her usually gentle smile was gone leaving a cold look on her face as she read through his files. One of her hands out stretched towards him while the other clicked through the computer.

Which made him briefly realize he may have to put plan B into action but before that he had to know if this was his wife or someone else. Last thing he wanted was to do something reckless if this wasn't his wife.

"Who-" Before Hizashi could utter a word he felt another painful pull causing him to ball up even further trying to somehow ease the pain. He choked on air as Inko? Stared at him with a blank expression now turned away from the computer. She crossed her legs as she watched him wither in pain looking at with him cold emotionless green eyes.

Who was this woman she can't be Inko! It gave him brief fear realizing that a shape-shifting spy might have tricked him somehow. After all theres no way his sweet wife could ambush him, let alone be capable of hurting him this badly! But if this is someone with a shape-shifting quirk there's no way they would also have wife's quirk as well. Unless they can copy the quirks of people they shape-shift into but then-

"So was this what you were doing while I was comforting our son?"

His eyes widened at that realization, it hit Hizashi hard as he broke out in a cold sweat. He looked up at Inko who still had that chilling look on her face making Hizashi for the first time in 200 years feel...afraid.

He didn't know whether to be impressed at her or disgusted in himself, him, All for One, the symbol of evil, the villain who has brought many heros and villains alike to their knees is...afraid? It sounds unreal just thinking about it that someone could still scare him.

Not by much but still it was a feat that no one before her had done in a long time.

He felt like he was getting whiplash knowing that the same woman who cooked him breakfast nearly every morning, who cried at anything sad or happy, and cuddled up to him at night was looming over him like some villain.

"Hizashi speak up your mumbling." She spoke harshly as he felt another pull, he's starting to lose feeling in his legs.

"I already knew." He said breathless feeling defeated almost, yet another feat none before her had accomplished. He could almost hear his brother laughing from his grave at this point. "What?" Her forehead wrinkled the cold look leaving her face for a moment making her look more like the Inko he knew.

"I checked Izuku years ago, I had my suspicions when he didn't develop his quirk after he turned 5. While I can't tell what a quirk is if I don't know it, I can sense them." He told her truthfully "When I reached into his subconscious one night after I tucked him in bed, I found no sign of a quirk." He knew their was a chance Izuku would be quirkless anyway, Hizashi was from the first generation of quirk users after all.

But he would never give his son a quirk, no he's not going to let history repeat itself, if there's anything he's learned in his 200 years of life it's never give your hero loving relatives a quirk.

Plus being a hero is 10 times more dangerous now, no thanks to him, he'd rather his precious son live quirkless.

Despite the ridicule quirkless people get from society atleast he won't ever get badly hurt or worse killed. Luckily Hizashi had a back up plan just in case he needed to protect his family from themselves.

But seeing Inko looming above him is starting to make him think about adding more reinforcements to the vault. After all she's not so much of a gullible woman like he once thought she was.

"I see but that doesn't change anything, you weren't there for our baby when he needed you most. That's why after this you're going to march into our sons room and comfort him like a good father should." He almost winched at her harsh tone. He honestly didn't know if he should be scared or not. He did still have an arsenal of quirks he could use but none that were non lethal from a long range he could use on her.

"And if I don't, what will you do?" He was curious in all honesty after all it's not every day your usually gentle and emotional wife does a 360 degree personality change on you.

"Then I'll keep ripping out your pubic hairs till you comply." He felt a slight tug again at the slight flick of her wrist causing him to flinch.

He had felt tempted to challenge her, now realizing it was a mistake seeing as she has him by the balls...literally.

"And if you try anything...well you'll be surprised at how many organs count as a small objects." She said with a chilling smile which he almost hates to admit made him flinch.

He always knew her quirk was suspicious despite only being limited to small objects it could still be a deadly quirk if used right. The number of deadly weapons considered small objects was big and considering she only needs a vague idea of where an object is located to pull it to her which includes organs...Hizashi's starting to realize he didn't really know his wife like he thought he did.

After all who would've guessed his sweet Inko would use her quirk so...creatively. He nodded, head still pressed to the hard wood floor of his office.

Inko gave a sigh of relief as she genuinely smiled running her hand through her green locks. "Good I'm glad we could come to an agreement." Hizashi felt the release of her quirk as she sat back legs still crossed.

He slowly sat on all fours before rising to his knees still feeling phantom pains with each slight movement.

Once he was on his knees he wrapped his arms around her waist laying his head in her stomach. She gently caressed his head of white curls causing him to sink further into her and let out a content hum. After a while he looked up at her, the cold look on her face gone now taking a more softer expression.

"I knew you where a villain since the first week after we got married." Hizashi didn't think Inko could shock him anymore but that honestly got him, and yet again she conquered another feat.

He would have never guessed that she knew about him being a villain before now. "Honestly I felt like I got rusty since I found out so late, but I guess living a normal civilian life will make anyone like that." She smiled gently at him looking more like the Inko he knew. Or atleast thought he knew, she was one of the most ordinary people he met from her average nursing job to her adorable naiveté at times.(which he now knows was probably just an act) She played him like a fiddle, he underestimated her and made him fall even harder for her.

That's right, he didn't think it was possible to love her even more than he already did, but this moment proved that wrong.

"Wait then if you knew why did you stay and why wait until now to bring it up?"

She furrowed her eyebrows again before turning her head away from him thinking about her answer for a second before looking back. "I'm not exactly who I said I was either..." She trailed off with a far away look in her eyes almost like she was looking through him and not at him.

He took her hand which had stopped rubbing his head and brought it to his cheek. This seemed to help her focus again as she gave him a tired smile.

"I'm not a good person either Hizashi I've done alot of things that I now regret." For a moment he guessed that she was an ex-villain that he'd just never heard of.

Although that was very unlikely seeing as he liked to keep tabs on most high profile villains to find anyone with good...potential. Inko definitely wasn't a low class villain she just didn't fit the profile of a bank robber or common street thug. Her aura gave off a more experienced air to it not to mention no low class villain would have the guts to look him in the eye once finding out who he really is.

"I was once apart of an organization who specialized in training those considered...unless in society." The way she said useless held a malice to it despite her still having a smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"They kidnapped me and many other young girls most of them either being quirkless or having 'weak' quirks." Quirkless trafficking while rare nowadays still went on but he'd never heard of an organization making quirkless people assassins. Wlep there's a first time for everything he guessed.

"They trained and raised all of us to be assassins, to put it simply, they chose us because they knew we'd be underestimated."

Assassins? If someone had told him is lovely wife was secretly an assassin he'd laugh in their face before killing them for saying such a thing. But now after being brought to his knees by her he honestly isn't surprised, at this point he'd believe anything that came out of her mouth. She could tell him she could kill someone with only a plastic spoon and he'd believe her.

"I was one of the lucky ones i was able to escape before my 'graduation' if you could call it that. I was even able to find my birth certificate after months of digging through missing persons reports." She now went back to stroking his white curls as she spoke.

"After escaping I decided to live the life my mother wanted me to or at least I like to think she'd want me to." He knew she was an orphan, she'd told him that on their second date he never thought much about it.

He never even really looked into her mother much either only knowing that she died when Inko was young and that she was Nana Shimura's sister. When he found this out at first he was suspicious but over time he let his guard down, if that was a mistake is still up for debate.

"They called us Black Widows." He'd heard that name before but it's been so long, last time he heard the words Black Widow he was reading a comic book to his sick brother. It's either unoriginal or genius considering most will only think of the comic book hero Black Widow opposed to it being a real organization.

Finally getting the feeling back in his legs he stood up stretching slightly while she watched him. He stared down at her now that he had the high ground it was time to give her what she deserved.

He leaned down towards her his hands coming up to her face menacingly. But she just sat there unfazed with a serene look on her face, their was no real use in trying she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He held her face as he leaned in and gave her lips a gentle kiss.

After pulling away he took her hand and helped her out of his office chair. "Now time to go see about Izuku hopefully I can get him out of his depressed mood."

Giving her a true smile only reserved for his family he lead her out of his office not before shutting down his computer and locking the door.

"Yes please talk to him because I didn't know what to do than to apologize to him." She sighed clearly distressed. "While it has been a long time since I escaped somethings I still just don't know the right words for." She looked defeated like she didn't just have Japan's greatest villain nearly kissing her feet.

"It's fine darling soon Izuku will go back to being that happy kid again, you'll see." He gave her a final kiss before heading to Izukus room ready to help his son or else face the wraith of his wife.

He briefly wondered just how good of an assassin his wife is and just how many she's killed. But quickly shook those thoughts away as he entered his son's All Might themed room.

While he'd never ask her anything more about her past as a Black Widow he soon came to realize she was highly skilled as he watched his son on TV.

He was watching UAs sports festival with Tomura at his current hideout the boy exclaiming in shock at this year's winner.

The one to take first place was UAs first quirkless student Midoriya Izuku who took out the competition with only a pair of electroshock bracelets as wepons.

Not to say that it was only the support tools that secured his win, the way he bended dodging attacks and hit his opponents with devastating blows to the head made him nearly laugh out loud.

It was almost hard to believe that this was the same kind boy he once tucked in bed but he had to admit his son was quite reckless.

He's in all honesty proud of his son especially for beating Mizuki's brat whose bullied his poor son for years. While he isnt happy that his son's well on his way to being a hero atleast Inko trained him well.

Just how did Hizashi get in this mess he'd hoped quirklessness would make his son reconsider being a hero but it seems Inko had other plans.

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Extras:

So originally Inko was gonna hold him at gun point but I felt like AFO wouldn't be sacred of a gun so....

Also Inko has wepons (mostly guns) hidden in every wall in the apartment after all you never know when the red room might strike.

Inko still gets chubby but not from stress over Izuku being quirkless it's more so over the red room possibly finding him and taking him. She's still bad ass tho, can kill anyone with a just plastic spoon.

She also ran away from the red room before they could sterilize her.

Izuku does eventually get One for all but it's after the sports festival instead, tho he does still parade as a quirkless hero even after One for all.

He also is a vigilante on the side under the name Black Widow tho most think he's a girl because of the Black Widow reference. He even wears his mom's old Black Widow suit.

You could say he's hero Deku by day and vigilante Black Widow by night!

AFO totally knows it's him tho because he knows Inko wouldn't be that reckless or feral.

Izuku has no idea his loving father is AFO but knows his mom's an ex-assassin.

#dad for one #hizashi midoriya is all for one #inko midoriya #inko midoriya is a black widow #inko midoriya just being a good mom #bnha fanfiction #canon divergence #black widow au #bnha dad for one

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journalxxx · 3 years

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By Hook or by Crook (5)

“What do you make of all this?” Toshinori asked, when they were finally alone. They’d momentarily parked the kid in the hallway with a cup of tea while the hero had followed Tsukauchi in his office as he took care of the last bureaucratic dregs of the questioning.

“As I see it, there are two major possibilities we ought to consider.” Tsukauchi said without taking his eyes off the monitor of his computer. “The first is that Midoriya’s quirk is just a mutation, and he is in no way related to All For One. His father is likely a government official whose position grants him knowledge of enough confidential files to make him fear negative repercussions in case his son’s quirk was publicly known, and has therefore enforced silence on the matter. We aren’t looking at any outstanding crimes here, although this man isn’t going to win any Parent of the Year awards any time soon.”

Toshinori grimaced. Wouldn’t that be nice? “And what are the odds of this being our case?”

“I wouldn’t bet my next paycheck on it, for sure.” Tsukauchi typed something on the keyboard, and checked his phone at the same time, before sighing and leaning back in his chair. “The other possibility is that Midoriya is indeed related to All For One, maybe even his son. He’s been fostered to a trusted associate of his and kept in the dark about everything.”

That option could be more statistically or genetically likely, but it still didn’t sit right with Toshinori. “That doesn’t sound like something All For One would do though. Why not raise him as a successor, or even just an underling? Surely another All For One wielder would have made for an important asset to his schemes.”

“You forget that Midoriya’s quirk manifested only two years ago. It is possible that All For One may have planned to do so, but lost interest when the child was deemed quirkless.” Tsukauchi scratched his head pensively. “As for why he didn’t keep the kid close since his birth… we can only assume it was out of caution. Fourteen years ago you had already put a significant dent in All For One’s syndicate and influence. Maybe he was already taking precautions against his own downfall, and didn’t want his potential successor to be involved in case things took a turn for the worse too quickly.”

“... I guess that makes sense.” Toshinori nodded. As per habit, he sent a quiet thanks to his lucky star for accidentally baring his secret to a damnably honest and capable member of the force such as Tsukauchi, God knew Toshinori himself wasn’t exactly cut out for fine deductive work. “In this case, the boy’s father…”

“...Is a former subordinate of All For One’s currently employed by the government, yes. Not a pleasant scenario to work with.” Tsukauchi waited for the printer to regurgitate a disproportionate stack of documents that made Toshinori instinctively recoil. The detective flipped through the paperwork quickly before sprinkling his signature on just about every odd sheet. “Regardless of which of the two hypotheses is true, I definitely want to look into this Hisashi Midoriya. He is by far the most suspicious aspect of the boy’s account.”

“Yeah. He doesn’t visit his family for a decade and a half, he doesn’t talk about his job, he doesn’t follow basic legal procedures, and you can tell he had more of an active role in encouraging Midoriya to hide the quirk than the kid lets on... It doesn’t exactly paint a reassuring picture.” Toshinori sighed. “This isn’t going to be easy for the boy…”

“It never is, when a family member is involved in criminal activities. But the fact that their relationship seems rather distant may make things a little less traumatic for him.” Tsukauchi checked his watch as he tidied up some stationery and turned off his computer. “Well, I guess I’m not too unforgivably late for my other meeting since we don’t have to question Mrs. Midoriya.”

“...Sorry about that. And for springing this on you all of a sudden.” Toshinori said with an apologetic grimace and his utmost sincerity. “You’re a saint.”

Tsukauchi’s small smile implied that he was well aware of the fact. “I’ll drive Midoriya home while I’m on my way to the city hall. Do you need a lift? Or do you want me to let you on the rooftop for a smoke?” That bit of code speak would never not be tragically ironic, Toshinori thought.

“No, I’ve already finished my shift for the day.” All three, scant, scattered hours of it. Japan’s finest, most dependable hero, ladies and gentlemen.

“Then thank you for your hard work.” His friend gave him a quick look and a brief, firm squeeze to his shoulder before heading to the door. No pity, no unrequested sympathy, no disingenuous praise, just straightforward respect and understanding. He really was one of a kind.

Midoriya was exactly where they’d left him, busy fiddling with his phone. He perked up when he saw them return. “Uh, my mother just texted me back. She says she’ll be home in about an hour. If you still want to talk to her.”

Tsukauchi hesitated. “It’s a little too late for me, I’m afraid. I’m expected somewhere else, but…”

“I can wait.“ Toshinori immediately volunteered. “It won’t be as thorough or official as if you interviewed her yourself, but if it can lighten your workload just a little…”

“...Well, I don’t see why not. Hop in the car with us then.”

The return trip was silent. Toshinori glanced at Midoriya a couple of times from the rearview mirror, and he always caught him in an ill-concealed state of unrest. Fidgeting with his phone, picking at the seatbelt, gazing nervously out of both car windows. Toshinori didn’t like that. Why all that agitation, now that the worst of the ordeal was supposedly over?

The boy eventually locked eyes with him. “...Oh. Uhm.”

“Something on your mind?” Toshinori asked.

“Uh, well, I was wondering…” His gaze dropped to his knees. “Are you going to tell my mother about my quirk?”

“I’m afraid so. She is bound to find out anyway, eventually. The police will issue an update on your quirk registration, as per the norm in such cases.”

“...Ah.” Oh boy, now he looked like a kicked puppy. That was just depressing.

“I don’t necessarily have to be the one to break the news to her though. If it makes you feel any better, you can tell her about the incident in your own words.” Toshinori offered, hoping to soften the blow.

“I… I think I would prefer that. Thank you.” The boy quietly acquiesced.

Tsukauchi shot Toshinori a pointed look. All right, maybe that wasn’t the most proper way to go about it, maybe standard procedure demanded the officer in charge to keep mother and son separate during the questioning and explain things personally in the most objective possible terms. But Toshinori wasn’t an officer, he was a washed-up alter-ego of the Symbol of Peace acting in semi-official consulting capacity, and he’d be damned if he didn’t try to make things a little less humiliating for the forlorn child in the back. He condensed that whole argument into a meaningful glance of his own, that Tsukauchi couldn’t hold for more than two seconds lest he drove them all straight into the back of a truck. Toshinori took that as unspoken permission to proceed as he saw fit.

“I’ll be leaving this in your capable hands then.” Tsukauchi said as the two stepped out of the car. The man had a veritable talent for conveying irony while maintaining the straightest of faces and the driest of tones.

“Your trust is deeply appreciated. Drive safely!” Toshinori shut the door of the car decisively and waved him off with a dazzling smile.

“Uhm. Okay.” Midoriya said, his eyes darting between the hero and the speeding car with obvious perplexity. “Mom won’t be here for at least another forty minutes. I can fetch that photo you wanted in the meantime. I think I know where it is… probably...”

“I’ll take you up on that, thank you.” Toshinori followed him across the parking lot and up the stairs of the apartment complex. The boy’s eagerness to please was a sight for sore eyes in this cold, self-serving world. “You really did something commendable today, you know? Not many people would be so ready to relieve the pain of those who hurt them. That villain owes you more than he’ll ever know.”

“Oh…” The boy fiddled with his keys as a light redness tinged his cheeks. “It’s nothing, really. It isn’t my place to judge anyone... let alone steal from them. I just hope he’ll get better soon.”

“I’ll keep you up to date on his condition, if you want.”

“Oh, you don’t need to! It’s fine!” Midoriya’s instinctual politeness clashed against Toshinori’s no-nonsense availability. It was a fierce battle, but one didn’t become the number one hero without developing a certain skill in staring people into reasonableness. Midoriya surrendered with a small smile. “...I-It would put my mind at ease though.”

“Then I shall.” Toshinori claimed with finality. “Honestly, I wish I could have done more today for you and Tsukauchi. You two took care of all the heavy lifting and data collecting while I just stood around doing nothing the whole time.”

“You did, didn't you…?” Toshinori’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Well, he hadn’t been expecting that candid a confirmation of his uselessness. Midoriya flinched and started flailing about in obvious distress as soon as he realized he’d voiced that thought aloud. “N-No! I mean- I don’t mean that you were- What I’m saying is that you didn’t really need to come. But you did anyway! F-For my sake, I get that. Because you promised you’d help me out, even if you surely have better things to do with your time, and… I truly appreciate it. Really.”

Toshinori laughed softly. Yes, ‘truly appreciative’ was indeed the boy’s default mood whenever he was graced with the barest amount of consideration, as far as the hero had witnessed in their short acquaintance. He didn’t think it was some sort of hero-worship-related response either, the kid just seemed that sensitive to it. “Don’t worry about it. It’s part of the job.”

“Is it?” Midoriya finally opened the door and they stepped inside. He let out a small chuckle of his own as they removed their shoes. “I guess I have new insight to add to the online speculation about All Might’s decreasing workload. I guess it is to be expected if yo- if he’s taken to follow up on all his cases so thoroughly.”

Toshinori had to fight back a traitorous cough. “W-well, there is really no need for me to overexert myself nowadays as I used to do in the past.“ He started, automatically supplying his PR-certified response to any inquiry on the topic. Goodness, people really did notice, didn’t they? It was hardly a new concern, but still… “The crime rate has been decreasing steadily, and the industry is so saturated with heroes that there’s someone ready to intervene almost at any place and at any given time. And those heroes could use the money and exposure way more than me…” Toshinori trailed off as they made their way to the living room. The boy was regarding him with unnerving attention, as if memorizing his speech word for word. “There are other reasons too, of course…”

Midoriya cocked his head to the side curiously, expecting further elaboration. Then it clicked, and he fleetingly glanced at the hero from head to toe with open contrition. “O-Oh! Of course! Your… Sorry, I forgot.”

That simple sentence confused Toshinori so much that he couldn’t help but gape back. The silence grew very awkward very quickly. “...Uhm. So, that photo of yours?”

“R-Right! I’ll go look for it! Make yourself comfortable! Be right back!” The boy bolted fast enough to leave metaphorical dust clouds behind him.

Toshinori wandered to the nearest chair with small steps. He forgot. That was quite the feat, while literally standing in front of the sad, wrecked husk that Toshinori had become. Or maybe the kid hadn’t realized that his appearance was a relatively recent development. That seemed more likely. Perhaps he had interpreted his vague answer about his quirk to mean that the number one hero had always been just that, a sickly, overachieving twig in a bodysuit keeping his own skeleton in the closet for nearly forty years.

Toshinori let out a sigh. Quite the uplifting impression he was leaving with this young one.

His circling thoughts were interrupted by a yelp, and the thundering noise of some heavy objects crashing just outside the living room.

“Midoriya?” Toshinori called, jumping to his feet. The second unanswered call had him by the source of the noise in a moment.

“I’m here! I’m fine!” Midoriya’s voice finally answered, from behind a half-closed door conspicuously marked as ‘Izuku’ by a familiar blond-banged nameplate.

“What was that?”

“Just… some stuff that fell down...” Toshinori approached it and peeked inside. Even from his limited perspective, he could see the boy sitting on the floor and rubbing his forehead, next to a tipped-over chair.

“And did that stuff happen to include you?” Toshinori deadpanned, inviting himself in... and pausing on the threshold. Taking in the interior of the boy’s bedroom. Which wasn’t the priority right now. He willed himself to ignore the star-spangled elephant in the room assaulting his senses and knelt down beside Midoriya, gently peeling his hand away from the sore spot. “Are you hurt?”

“No, no, it’s just a bump.”

“You should put some ice on it.” There were no cuts or outer signs or damage, which was a good start. Toshinori’s eyes fell on the bottom half of the toppled piece of furniture beside them. “...Did you seriously try to climb on a rolling chair?”

“I do that all the time. It’s steadier than it looks!” There was no appropriate reply to such a claim, but Toshinori’s judgemental glare was enough to make the boy squirm. “I’m fine, really-”

“Ice.” He pointed sternly at the corridor. Maybe there was still a minimal chance of preventing an oversized lump on Midoriya’s forehead from outing to Tsukauchi and other responsible adults the fact the boy had nearly cracked his skull within five minutes of being left in Toshinori’s charge.

“All right. Just a second.” Toshinori kept an eye on the kid, making sure he wasn’t struggling to keep his balance, as he made his way out of the room. Room that Toshinori was now free to observe in all its embarrassing magnificence.

A soft All Might carpet. All Might-themed bedding. Walls plastered with All Might posters. All Might-patterned curtains. Shelves and shelves and shelves of All Might action figures and books.

It was always… humbling to be reminded of how much passion and care people from so many different walks of life could put in something as trivial as collecting hero merchandise - his hero merchandise, more often than not. Popularity and revenue were Toshinori’s very last priorities when it came to his job, but, despite merchandising being exactly about those, he wasn’t opposed to the practice in principle. It did help cement the reassuring image of the Symbol of Peace in the collective mind, which was definitely one of his lifetime goals. It brought a sizable influx of wealth to the agency’s treasury, which he largely redirected to charity and assorted emergency relief funds. It did seem to spark genuine joy and entertainment in both children and adults. And, when none of these arguments were enough to wash away the vague sense of guilt that came with profiting off the love and admiration of Japan’s fine citizens, Toshinori reminded himself that there were much worse, self-destructive indulgences people could waste their savings on. Alcohol. Tobacco. Drugs. Troll 2 DVDs. The like.

Midoriya reappeared nursing an ice pack against his temple. “Sorry about that. The photo should be in one of those boxes.” He gestured towards the wardrobe that sported a brown cardboard box on the top, and then towards the floor, where its twin lay sideways after a presumably rough landing. They cut through the tape of the latter and, after Midoriya emphatically assured him that he didn’t mind him browsing through his personal belongings in the slightest, Toshinori joined the kid on the carpet in their quest for the photographic Holy Grail.

“I probably slipped it inside one of these…” The boy said, pulling out small piles of notebooks and publications. Toshinori confined his perusal to dated magazines, comics and books that didn’t seem likely to invade Midoriya’s privacy. The first box yielded no result.

“Maybe it’s in that one. Let me get another chair- oh.” Toshinori only needed to raise his arms and strain slightly on his toes to comfortably reach the top of the wardrobe and retrieve the second- crap, that was heavy. How the kid planned to pull it down himself while standing on wheels was beyond him. “Thank you.”

Toshinori was sitting cross-legged and flipping through an old gossip magazine lavishing pages and pages of speculation on the meager information they had managed to scrape together on his association with Dave - ah, those were the days… - when Midoriya finally let out a triumphant Aha!

“Found it!” He regarded his prize with joy, but his expression quickly morphed into concentration and then confusion. Toshinori held out his hand expectantly, and the boy deposited the photo into it while indicating a specific spot. “It’s, uh… my father’s this one.”

Toshinori looked at the man in question.

And froze.

“He doesn’t…” He heard the boy say distantly, as if from kilometres away. “He looks… a bit different from the picture in the police file…”

Toshinori coughed. He was different, all right. Subtly, cunningly so. Both men had short, snow-white hair, both had relatively plain features and pale complexion, both had faintly-colored eyes that could pass as blue under the right light. They were similar enough that they could be mistaken for one another, when described verbally. But the man in Tsukauchi’s file was a stranger to Toshinori. The man in this photo wasn’t.

“This-” The hero managed, between small bursts of coughs that he couldn’t restrain. “This is the man that- told you to keep quiet about your quirk-”

“Y-Yes.” Midoriya was gawking at him with obvious concern, and it only got worse when the hero’s words sank in. “I-I mean, he didn’t- he just- we sort of agreed that-”

“And the-” Toshinori covered his mouth with his hand, already tasting iron on his tongue as he patted his trousers to find some tissues. “The last time you spoke to him was…?”

“A little less than a month ago.”

Something inside Toshinori just gave up on trying to hold it together. He erupted into a brutal fit, vicious enough to shake his whole body and squeeze his eyes shut. He heard the boy asking something in alarm, and he felt warm blood trickling down his chin before he finally got ahold of a handkerchief to press against his lips. He hacked and spluttered for an interminable minute, his throat and chest tight and sore from the effort. Eventually it died down, and he found himself hunched over and bracing himself against the floor, wheezing and struggling for breath as something shuffled beside him. He turned to check on the noise, and saw Midoriya tapping on his phone.

“Don’t.” Toshinori rasped, swallowing down the remaining blood coating his mouth and reaching out to gesture at him dismissively with his clean hand. “I’m fine.”

“N-no, you aren’t.” The kid looked on the verge of fainting himself. Toshinori followed his horrified gaze, only to notice he’d sprayed plenty of little crimson stains on both the photo and the carpet, not to mention his own clothes. Damn, that was a mess even by his standards. “B-But- it’s okay, I’ll call an-”

Toshinori unceremoniously plucked the phone from Midoriya’s grasp, made sure that he hadn’t dialed any number, and tossed it on his bed. No need to make the situation even more headache-inducing than it already was. “I mean it. It happens. Don’t worry.”

Toshinori cleared his throat as he contemplated the ruined piece of evidence anew. At least he hadn’t marred the spot containing ‘Hisashi Midoriya’. Despite the less than optimal angle, there could really be no doubt. There was no mistaking that face for anyone else’s, it had been seared in Toshinori’s mind by more than three decades of pain and regret.

...Shit.

Shit.

Toshinori collected the picture from the floor and stood up to drop it on the kid’s desk, where it sat innocently surrounded by dozens of pieces of licensed All Might memorabilia.

“...So this is your father, and he’s alive and well.” He stated it aloud and with scorn, because he felt it was important for the universe to hear that its sense of humor didn’t fly with everyone.

“Ehr. Yes. Do you-”

“All right. Okay. Fine.” Toshinori turned on his heels and headed for the door. “Excuse me, I have to make a phone call.”

“...To your doctor?” Midoriya asked apprehensively, visibly starting to doubt the hero’s mental as well as physical well-being.

“No.” He almost stamped a huge, bloody handprint on his slacks before remembering that he still looked like he’d just slaughtered a pig and devoured it raw. “Can I use the bathroom?”

“Second door on the left.” The boy muttered, too stunned by now to object to any of Toshinori’s tangents.

Toshinori washed his face, neck and hands, and rinsed his mouth. He decided he couldn’t bother to do anything about the state of his clothes. He took care of scrubbing the sink too once he was done, making sure he didn’t accidentally leave any red smears on it. He dried his hands and fetched his phone.

“Tsukauchi? Sorry, can you make it back to Midoriya’s house? Yes, as soon as you can. ...No, but we found that photo. You need to see it, it’s… it’s him.”

He closed the call and stared at his reflection on the mirror. His brain didn’t produce a single coherent thought. He walked back to the kid’s room.

Midoriya was peering at the picture intently, even though he hadn’t moved it from where Toshinori had left it. The man’s eyes fell on the scattered blots on the carpet. In his experience, there wasn’t much hope of removing them completely, but it seemed rude not to try, at least. “Got any cleaning supplies?”

Midoriya blinked at him owlishly. “In the bathroom. Under the sink.”

One short trip later, Toshinori was back with paper towels and rubbing alcohol. He waved the boy off when he made to kneel down beside him to help. He handed him the ice pack that lay forgotten on the floor, and the kid pressed it back on his forehead mechanically as he sat on his bed. Toshinori could benefit from only a couple of minutes of silence before Midoriya spoke.

“You know him.”

“...Yes.”

“You’re upset.”

Toshinori wondered if it showed on his face, or if it was just an educated guess based on the half-baked spontaneous hemorrhage he’d just displayed. He didn’t reply, his attention ostensibly focused on dabbing lightly at each smudge.

“Why…” The boy’s voice faltered. “W-Why is there a photo of another man in the police records?”

Toshinori couldn’t hold back a deep exhale. He wasn’t sure he was the most qualified person to have this conversation with the boy. He surely wasn’t the most eager to.

“All Might.” He felt compelled to raise his gaze. Midoriya was pale, his eyes wide and shiny with unshed tears. His expression was heartbreakingly imploring. “Please.”

He was going to find out anyway, at least the bare bones of it. Kindness was one thing, cowardice was another. Denying him an answer at this point felt more like the latter.

“I know him because he is known to the police. He’s a villain.”

“...A villain…?” The information bounced right against Midoriya’s shock. Toshinori gave him a curt nod. “No… no, that’s… not…”

Toshinori could track the gradual, painstaking process of acceptance the poor kid was going through from the aborted expressions quickly blurring into each other. Horror, fear, confusion, disbelief. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle a sob.

“A-Are you sure?”

Toshinori hesitated. Was there any other possibility they weren’t considering? “Are you absolutely certain that that’s the person you’ve been talking to?”

“I… I’ve never met him in person. B-But mom has, and she’s been talking to him too. She said it’s him.”

“...Then I’m afraid there can be no mistake.” It felt like dropping a boulder on the child’s chest, and the way Midoriya crumpled onto himself, cradling his head in both his hands, reinforced that gut-churning impression. Toshinori made no effort to conceal the sympathy in his whisper. “I’m sorry, kid.”

“H-He said…” The rest of that thought was swallowed into distraught silence.

“He told you he worked for the government?”

Midoriya took his time to answer, and he did so with a half-choked snort. “He… he never did, actually. I thought… He said things that… made me think…”

Toshinori grit his teeth. Figures. That silver-tongued demon wouldn’t spare even a child from his precious little mind games. “I can imagine.”

The silence that followed was only broken by the boy’s quiet sniffles, and it was so long that Toshinori believed the kid to have exhausted his reserve of bravery for further questions. He’d resumed his ill-concealed procrastination via blood-cleaning when the next inquiry dropped.

“What did he do?”

Oh, man. What didn’t he do? “He’s been involved in a variety of criminal activities, both directly and indirectly. He’s… quite the nasty customer.”

“Since when? How long for?” Midoriya gripped his head even more tightly, his fingers digging deep among his curls.

Toshinori had the distinct feeling that his well-meaning honesty was now trespassing into inadvertent cruelty. “We should wait for your mother before discussing this any-”

“Please.” Midoriya’s head snapped up, and the weight and emotion of those emerald eyes pierced through him like a blade. “Please, just tell me.”

Fourteen years of lies. Toshinori couldn’t bear to add even one more to the heap. “...Since long before you were born.”

Midoriya’s head dropped anew. Toshinori got back on his feet, unsure whether a kind word or a pat on the head could possibly ease that burden even slightly-

The ring of the doorbell made them both flinch, bursting that odd bubble of private desolation that had enveloped the boy’s room. They made their way out of the room, Midoriya quietly trailing behind the hero as the man opened the front door.

Tsukauchi opened his mouth to greet them, and froze. His eyes immediately homed in on the blood liberally splattered on Toshinori’s clothes, and on the melted ice pack Midoriya was still absently pressing to his temple.

“...What happened?”

Inko Midoriya had the same dark green hair as her son, styled in a way that made something inside Toshinori’s chest ache with nostalgia and familiarity. She had the countenance of a demure, quiet, respectable housewife that valued stability and her loved ones’ well-being above all, and would never even conceive of starting a family with anyone any less sensible than she was.

That was why Toshinori was thrown for a loop when, upon being informed that her absentee husband was a criminal, she simply closed her eyes and bowed her head with a sigh and a resigned “...Yes, I am aware.”

Toshinori let Tsukauchi lead the questioning, as usual. Inko had met ‘Hisashi Midoriya’ (under a different alias, at the time) when she was twenty-six, working as a secretary at the main branch of Detnerat. The man had been introduced to her as a representative from another support item company doing some preliminary checks on Detnerat for a potential merger.

This was unusual, but not exceedingly so. In the nearly thirty years he’d spent meticulously dismantling All For One’s organization, Toshinori had gathered evidence of him personally handling certain aspects of his schemes with surprising regularity, even relatively minor tasks or dirty deeds that could easily and safely be entrusted to his subordinates. He hardly ever found any specific reasons for All For One’s direct involvement. Toshinori strongly suspected that the bastard simply didn’t enjoy the lifestyle of the cooped-up, invisible puppeteer, and sometimes just felt like wrecking some havoc with his own diabolical hands.

Inko had been charged with supplying him with quite a sizable amount of rather sensitive data, but since the CEO in person had given the authorization, she had performed her task diligently and unsuspectingly.

Now, Toshinori had been expecting the worst to emerge while questioning the circumstances that had led Inko Midoriya to her current marital status. Without exaggerating, the very worst. Any sort of revolting account of manipulation, coercion, even human experimentation, there was no low All For One wouldn’t stoop to. They had confined the boy to his room before starting for that exact reason.

But apparently the universe wasn’t done throwing curve balls at Toshinori that day, and what they’d gotten instead was the succinct description of what seemed to be, by all accounts, a perfectly ordinary and unassuming workplace romance. One instigated mainly by Inko herself, no less. Toshinori’s strained mind didn’t quite know what to make of that baffling information, so it promptly repressed it.

“We didn’t keep seeing each other after he stopped coming to the company, but I did reach out to him when I found out I was pregnant. That was when I became aware that there was much I didn’t know about him.”

“How so?”

“He told me.” Inko replied simply. “He was... forward about it, in a way. He said that he couldn’t settle down in any given place, nor spare the time for being part of a family. He offered to let me join him in his activities, but… the way he worded it made it clear that he wasn’t talking of any sort of legal business.”

“Did he mention any details about what his ‘business’ entailed, in general or in that specific time frame?”

“No, not at all. But considering how we met, I assume he must be involved in industrial espionage.” Grief, brief but intense, shadowed on the woman’s features for a moment. “I… I resigned from Detnerat as soon as I found out. He had been asking rather sensitive questions about the inner workings of the company, and… even though I never technically shared confidential information, I felt like I had exposed it to too great a danger because of my irresponsible conduct. And, honestly… I was afraid of what could emerge if I kept working there in my condition.”

Toshinori rubbed his hands in his lap uncomfortably. No job, a son on the way, a presumably disreputable partner to deal with… What a wretched situation to find oneself in.

“You said he offered you to join him? In what way, exactly?” Tsukauchi asked from above the pages and pages of notes filling his notepad.

“...I am not sure. I didn’t ask, I had no intention of getting caught in that sort of environment. Nor did I want Izuku to grow up embroiled in dubious activities from an early age.” Inko’s brows furrowed, and her fist clenched slightly. “...I didn’t want him to feel abandoned either though. I didn’t want him to grow thinking his father had deserted him. I asked Hisashi to grant us that, at least. Financial support and the decency to call, once in a while.”

Toshinori couldn’t hold back a sharp cough at that. Inko regarded him with a mix of concern and suspicion.

He couldn’t blame her for it. He had accidentally caused her a fair share of grief when, her son having forgotten to warn her to expect guests upon her return, she’d opened the front door and found a freakishly tall, gaunt, haunted-looking, bloodied stranger looming in her hallway. Toshinori had waited in a conveniently secluded corner of the living room, trying to make himself look as small and non-threatening as possible, while Tsukauchi delivered the proper introductions and deflected the few concerned neighbors her terrified scream had attracted. Not exactly brilliant, as first impressions went.

“And he agreed to that?” Toshinori croaked.

“Yes. I was expecting some resistance, but… he agreed almost immediately.”

Toshinori gaped at the remissive-looking, soft-spoken woman who had once been capable of browbeating All For One into exercising a modicum of fatherly commitment. This whole Midoriya case was getting more and more unbelievable by the hour.

Tsukauchi cleared his throat pointedly. Toshinori scraped back together what little dignity he had left and tried to soldier on.

“Please continue, Mrs. Midoriya.” The detective encouraged.

“There isn’t much else to say, I think. I didn’t hear from him for months after that. I contacted him a few days after Izuku was born, and we’ve kept in touch ever since.”

Tsukauchi tapped his chin with his pen for a few moments, his expression deeply focussed. Then he looked Inko straight in the eye.

“You are being… unexpectedly forthcoming about all this, if I may.”

Inko let out a deep sigh. “I was never under the impression that we could escape the consequences of Hisashi’s actions forever. As soon as Izuku was born, I decided that I would never subject myself or my son to undue duresses just to keep my husband’s secrets. I told Hisashi as much as well.”

Toshinori had to stifle another wet cough with his handkerchief. How on earth was this woman still alive?

“And he had no qualms about this declaration?”

“No. It rather amused him, actually. He said that any mother worth her salt would put her offspring’s safety above that of their parents. And… something about natural selection and survival of the fittest…” Inko’s eyes flickered upwards briefly, like those of a very normal wife exasperated by the very normal idiosyncrasies of her very normal husband. “He does go off on such tangents.”

“So you aren’t concerned about any possible retaliations on your husband’s part because of your cooperation with us?”

“Oh!” Her eyes went wide, almost shocked by the mere suggestion. “Oh no, I really don’t think he’d be capable of something like that.”

Oh, how very wrong she was. Toshinori frowned, admittedly perturbed by the level of trust All For One had managed to establish within the family without ever even deigning to step in their household. Precautions would have to be taken to protect the Midoriyas from the tragic fate that usually befell all those who were deemed traitors by the Symbol of Fear.

More and more questions followed. With his habitual thoroughness, Tsukauchi pursued a multitude of topics and leads that hadn’t even occurred to Toshinori, at least not so readily. Timing and means of communications, occasional postal deliveries to and from the family, details about the sums of money regularly deposited in the family’s account, and so forth. Toshinori was rather out of his depth here, but he tried his best to help Tsukauchi sort through the reams of documents, receipts, records, and diverse paperwork Inko produced at the detective’s request. By the time Tsukauchi declared to be satisfied with his preliminary inquiries, he had earned himself two plastic bags bursting with evidence, and Toshinori had developed a burgeoning migraine.

As they finally made their way to the entrance, Toshinori glanced at the door to Midoriya’s bedroom. Amidst that cascade of new revelations, they’d barely touched upon the topic of the villain attack and of Midoriya’s quirk with his mother. Toshinori felt genuinely sorry for the difficult conversations that were sure to follow between those two.

He hadn’t realized how late it’d gotten until he stepped outside the Midoriyas’ apartment. Sunset had come and gone, and the lampposts and the bright squares of the neighbors’ windows were the only sources of light in the moonless night of that unassuming residential area. As the door closed behind his back, squeezing into nothingness the rectangular glow framing him and Tsukauchi, Toshinori felt the darkness weigh on his shoulders and seep in his bones almost physically.

He felt, suddenly, extremely tired.

“I’ll drive you home.” Tsukauchi’s wasn’t an offer, so Toshinori didn’t refuse.

“Thank you.”

They walked to the car as his friend made a couple of quick calls to instruct some agents to watch the house until the next morning. The fresh night air would have felt like a small bliss to Toshinori on any other day, but in that moment it only rattled whatever unpleasant manifestation of his unease had lodged itself in his lung earlier that afternoon and hadn’t left since. He coughed a few times in his fist, then a few more on purpose to make sure he got most of the discomfort in his throat out of his system before he settled in the passenger’s seat.

The drive was quiet. Toshinori gazed absently out of the window, letting the new awareness sink in his mind like a stone in a pond. All For One was alive. All For One was still alive, somehow. Toshinori couldn’t fathom how. They had never retrieved the body, that was true, but there was precious little they had managed to retrieve from the location of their fight back then. It was nothing short of a miracle they’d found Toshinori himself quickly enough to lend medical assistance. The only reason why they’d been able to keep the public from learning of the accident was because it hadn’t happened on the mainland, and the tiny, uninhabited island that hosted it had all but been wiped from the maps. That his foe may have survived that disaster, considering the damage he’d sustained, was almost inconceivable. Toshinori was pretty sure he’d actually caught a glimpse of the man’s exposed brain after landing the last-

“Are you all right?” Tsukauchi asked quietly.

The corner of Toshinori’s mouth twitched upwards. “I’m never going to defy New Year’s fortunes again. Moving away from Tokyo was a terrible idea.”

“This is a good thing. If you hadn’t, All For One would still be out there, and we’d be none the wiser.”

Hell. Five years. For five years they’d been none the wiser. How much strength had All For One regained in five years, while Toshinori’s own slowly went down the drain? How much of his criminal network had he managed to rebuild? How many unnoticed, unreported atrocities had he been plotting and executing, unbeknownst to all? The mere notion made Toshinori’s skin crawl.

But Tsukauchi had the right idea, there was no point in brooding over the current situation. Things could have turned out a lot worse. If Toshinori had already chosen a successor and exhausted One For All’s embers, by now he’d be powerless and useless, and the burden of facing his revived nemesis would have fallen entirely on the new, inexperienced wielder. That truly would have been a worst-case scenario. But as things stood, he could still rely on his quirk for a decent amount of time. He could still tie this dreadful loose end himself before passing the torch, and he’d spare no effort in the endeavor. He’d pursue the monster to the ends of the Earth if he had to, even if it meant wearing himself down to nothing for the rest of his life.

Or meeting his gruesome, bitter end in the process.

Toshinori shivered.

“So,” he heard himself say, “where do we go from here?”

Tsukauchi gave him a stern, silent scrutiny, then he told him.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #All Might #Toshinori Yagi #Naomasa Tsukauchi #deku #izuku midoriya #inko midoriya

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a-detraque-barista · 4 years

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Bridges

Disclaimer: I actually made this myself ~ (///0//0///)

Naga Izuku x Reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive, yandere-ish (not really, like just barely)

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: So...I didn’t work on this as much as I could have cause now I feel like it’s not done so there’s most likely going to be a part 2 or ill just add onto it XD but anywho! Here is the ninth day of Izumonth!!!

Announcement post/calendar here

@birds-have-teeth

Enjoy~

You had just moved to your new home with a close friend of yours here in this small town. Your lovely neighbor had told you about the walking path here in the woods. However, she warned you not to cross the bridge that hung over the rapids down below with the doorway at the end. She claimed the doorway would take you to another realm, where humans weren’t welcome. Thinking it was only a legend, you brushed it off.

That was until it crossed your mind again once you stumbled upon the bridge she had mentioned. Nothing about this place felt safe. It sent shivers up your spine and bumps to rise across your arms. Cautiously looking down, there seemed to be a blanket of fog with a tint of green hovering over the water.

What a strange colored fog.

Looking back up, you saw the smallest glimpse of something move on the other side. You squinted your eyes but nothing else moved so you shrugged and turned back the way you came so you could get home for dinner. Your mom was cooking at her house and you weren’t about to pass up a free meal. It was actually her idea for you to move to this town, to get away from the city for a while. She wanted you to get away from the polluted air and clutter of society. And you agreed.

So now here you were in a quaint little town full of nosy people. As long as your mother and your dear friend were there, living there shouldn’t be too bad.

The next day was filled with the unpacking of boxes and redecoration of the rooms. It was a cute house that wasn’t very big but it was enough for you and your friend, Tsuyu, to live in. You loved Tsuyu with all your heart. She was kind and supportive even as people called you “quirkless” and “useless”. Tsuyu’s quirk was called Frog, which allowed her to do anything a frog could. She usually made funny faces to cheer you up when you were down. Because you, well, you didn’t have a quirk. That was the main reason why your mother wanted you to move here, so you wouldn’t get picked on constantly. Even in your current early adult years people still looked down on you for not having a quirk.

“Hey, you okay, Y/n?” you felt Tsuyu’s hand on your shoulder before you flinched away at her touch. Blinking a few times you realized it was only her and you relaxed.

“Yeah, just thinking,” you set down the last of the throw pillows for the furniture before opening another box that read living room.

“How about you go take a walk on that one path again, ribbit,” she slowly took the picture frames from your hands before going to hang them up herself. “I’ll finish unpacking these.”

You smiled before slipping your shoes on to head back into the woods like the day before.

This time you had brought your earbuds so it wouldn’t be so painfully quiet while you walked along the dirt path. Then without realizing, you had made your back to the beginning of the bridge that hung over the rapids down below. When you came to your senses you looked up to see someone, no something, staring right at you. Even with how far it was from you, its eyes still glowed brightly in the dim lighting of the shadows. Its scales glimmered in the little dots and streaks of light poking through the trees. The whole other side of the bridge was dark and dim compared to the side you were on. The only noticeable things about it were its eyes, scales, and long tail. You couldn’t see anything else from where you were.

Was that what you had caught a glimpse of yesterday? It couldn’t be. Could it?

It slithered forward so a little more of it was in the light. He held out his hand and waved you, telling you to come closer. And oh were you tempted to. His face was an adorable round shape with freckles. His hair was curly and thick, it just made you want to run your fingers through the strands. Then your eyes trailed down to his chest covered in scars and muscle. Leading your eyes down to his torso where it almost faded into a jade-scaled snake tail.

He was beautiful in every sense of the word. He made the “come here” gesture with his hand again but this time he added an adorable, innocent smile.

With a light pink hue on your cheeks now, you began to walk over the old and creaky bridge. Holding onto the rough rope that acted as a railing, you slowly made your way across the bridge. And he sat there waiting for you patiently and hopefully.

Once you set one foot onto the solid ground, you were wrapped up in his coils. He held you tightly as he spoke, “I never thought I would be able to see you again, Y/n-chan.”

Confusion crossed your face but he only giggled at it before slithering deeper into the dark forest with you still tightly in his tails grasp. On the way to wherever you were headed, skeletons and clothes lied on the ground and in trees. The clothes made sense given that snakes ate their prey whole, but skeletons? Was there something else living here that didn’t eat bones? You shuddered at your own question which the snake holding you felt no doubt.

He slightly smirked at feeling your the chill run down your spine. But he quickly got rid of it as he focused on where he was going and the heat your body exerted into his. He could feel it seeping through his scaly armor. He couldn’t help but wind his tail tighter around you.

Suddenly, he heard you whimper which caused you to look back at you. He realized what he did wrong quickly and slackened his hold on you, but only a little. It could have only been a few minutes before the snake man stopped outside of a large hole in the ground. He glanced back to you before continuing into the hole. He had to lower the top part of his body so his stomach was almost touching the ground and he tilted you back so you were looking directly up into the sky before darkness clouded your vision.

A dull glow of light came from the end of the makeshift tunnel and your eyes adjusted easily the further you went. He straightened both your body and his as he reached the large relatively empty area. The only things that were in the “room” were the torches spread out on the walls and furs that laid on top of a bed of roughly carved tree trunks.

Curling up on the furs his body still held you but not as tightly. His long-nailed hands came to hold your face and inspect you. Tilting your head side to side. Looking for what he knew to be there, he just didn’t know where.

After practically pressing your face into his chest he found the mark he had left behind your ear. He smiled, “I knew it was you! I’ve been waiting for you ever since we were kids. I’m just sad it took this long for you to come back to me.”

Wait...w a i t

What?

Your confused expression made him giggle again before removing your earbuds gently, “How can you not remember me? It’s Izuku, remember?”

Izuku? You mean...he’s the-

He’s the boy you always went into the forest to play with as a child. He was the first person to not mind the fact that you were quirkless. You couldn’t believe he had stayed here all this time. Back then he slept in a large old tree and he would always carry you up to where the two of you talked and messed around.

“I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you!” you almost shrieked as your wrapped your now free arms around his neck to hold him close.

His face turned red as he acted like it was no big deal. Just as he was the first person to treat you with kindness, you were the first to not be terrified of what he was. Izuku has been hunted and sought out for being a danger to humans. He was only a danger when they attacked him. Too many times he’s been ambushed and injured by humans who refuse to believe he wouldn’t harm them without good reason.

All he could do was use tail and long fangs that utilize his deadly venom because he too was quirkless. It was hard to fight against these people that had quirks like ice and fire or that has a shadow coming from their body.

Izuku wrapped his arms around your torso and buried his head into your shoulder. He missed you like no other. His life was lonely without you brightening his days. But now you were back, and you were going to stay for good.

He sniffed a bit causing him to lick his lips and get a whiff of your scent. He hadn’t been able to take the time to smell it. His tongue poked out again to smell it again. His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head and he held you tighter. Izuku had to use all of his strength to not shudder from your delectable scent. Just to make sure he wasn’t mistaken he turned his head to your neck and stuck his tongue out again to smell from your scent gland. He was so close to biting your neck right then and there.

You were fertile. There was no doubt in his mind. It was time for you to bear children and he wanted nothing more than to fill you with his eggs and cum alike.

“Y/n-chan...have you ever...done it before?”

#izumonth collab #izuku x reader #izu x reader #mha izuku #izuku midoria x reader #naga izuku #soft yandere #im sorry this is so short

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midoriyashotos · 3 years

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Anguish of the Quirkless

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shoto (could be platonic... though I ship them a lot lmao)

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shoto; MENTIONED - Bakugo Katsuki

Summary: Izuku doesn’t explode.

But burn after burn, he can’t take it anymore.

AO3 / Fanfiction

A/N: I had no reason to write this other than the fact I’ve been really angry and I needed to write something down.

I guess this is technically my first Tododeku fic? But like, it isn’t the focus here, so interpret it the way you want (if you can). I hope this didn’t turn out to be too OOC, though.

Please be aware of the tags and disclaimers below. Be safe. <3

TRIGGER WARNINGS - childhood trauma, past bullying/abuse and injury

*NOT BAKUGO/BAKUDEKU FRIENDLY!

Izuku doesn’t explode.

If anything, he’s more than scared of explosions. The explosions that silence him, that burn his tongue and his arms and legs, and the notebook of his fanboyish train of thought. The blasts that keep happening no matter how far away he is.

So no, he doesn’t explode. He probably can’t.

Though every time he stares at the blond spikes of his classmate, Izuku is sickened by a cocktail of years of combustions.

Maybe he does admire the beauty of the explosions when far away. Depending on them, they can actually be quite beautiful when done for the greater good. But when he’s so near, to try to reach them, Izuku gets injured. It’s probably his fault to begin with.

But even with patience and care, Izuku is always exploded back to where he’s been stuck in since he was four.

Izuku is always behind Katsuki. He can’t go around him and walk away. He can’t push him aside, he can’t as much as talk to him. Katsuki will forever be a wall, a minefield that will remain activated until the end of time.

And most importantly, Izuku can never explode back.

He hates explosions, after all.

The flaming blend of feelings, however, reach his mind at times he should be feeling okay.

The image of himself exploding Katsuki, of yelling at him, beating the crap out of him sickens the young hero to no end.

But it replays in his head still, even when they’re not fighting and instead having fun with their other classmates. Izuku stares at Katsuki for mere seconds and the thoughts come to him. The freckled boy swallows it all back, until it comes to haunt him at night. Until the burns sting his arms and his heart.

Izuku has tense nights, yet he never explodes. Ever.

You’d think Izuku would be happy here. He is happy, though, to be where he’s dreamed of for so long.

But each day that passes, he seems to get worse, he’s sick and tired and angry, and the combustions are closer to his heart. The fantasies become more violent, they’re disturbing. Izuku stains his hands, massacring the remaining of blond hair and hateful red eyes.

Izuku could never take blood from someone. It’s awful – he’s being awful. What would others think? What would everyone else think? All Might, his mother, his friends?

Izuku knows he can cry, but what about the rage? What about the ticking bomb inside him? The bomb that might be close to destroying all around him?

He can’t let anyone see.

Least of all Katsuki.

Thankfully, U.A. owns several gymnasiums for the students to train. Few, though, are somewhat left aside due to the new ones, but they don’t really close them. His classmates don’t seem to use them either, as far as he’s concerned.

Izuku finds the classic training tools, including several, big punching bags – different from those you see in common gyms, obviously. They’re able to take up a lot more damage, useful for physical-focused quirks.

He prepares and attacks. Holding it back, Izuku knows to be careful, to protect others. He hates explosions. He hates hurting others.

(All everyone has ever done was hurt him. Why? He was powerless. Quirkless. Deku.)

(That’s why he reclaimed the name, to transform it into someone who could be trusted, someone who could never hurt.)

Izuku kicks, dodges, as if in a real fight. He gives the bag mercy. Probably unnecessary.

(No one gave him mercy.)

(Midoriya Izuku, a boy who could never do wrong, who did nothing but exist.)

(He was exploded like no one ever was.)

The boy’s hands shine red with One for All, as do his eyes. The punching bag absorbs the power, becoming harder to punch and overcome. Izuku continues to spare it, to no avail.

(No matter what he does, he’ll continue to be blasted on the face.)

(Whether he’s powerless or not. The explosions will punish him until he’s gone.)

It’s then that the bag’s energy turns against him and blows him away, Izuku falling back and failing, once again.

It’s all too familiar.

Izuku roars.

He advances with his all, at the same speed as Gran Torino’s, but with a rage unknown to others. A rage from no hero. Heroes don’t feel hate, only towards evil – yet never, never to this extent. With revenge comes nothing. No hero should be selfish.

(This doesn’t come from a hero. It comes from… a boy? A monster?)

And Izuku is attacking the bag with no barriers holding him back. The second time it attacks, Izuku doesn’t let himself fall again. He returns at full speed and destroys the bag. He’s yelling this entire time, his throat hurting yet he’s far from quitting.

“WHY?!” Izuku demands from the bag. “WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

As always, he gets no answer, only blows and ignorance. And he’s punching it again.

The red of the bag infuriates him, it’s all he sees, and he wants to eradicate.

All those years, all that time never fighting back, never looking for solutions after years of rejections; they all come back to stab him again.

You’re useless.

Pathetic.

You need to deal with it.

“You RUINED MY LIFE!” Izuku screams, eyes shut but red, dams overflowing. “AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE!”

Despite his cries and punches, they’re not moving, they’re not listening. When have they ever? When?

“I HATE YOU!” Izuku yells, his most disliked words. He’d never say to anyone.

“I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!”

“I

HATE

YOU!!! ”

CRASH!

He yelps at the force thrown back at him. Smoke enters his nose, painful coughs echoing.

When Izuku looks back, he gasps without making a sound.

He didn’t destroy just one bag – it fired back and damaged the other ones, now abandoned on the floor.

And even then—

Izuku growls and punches the floor, this time without any power left.

He’s still burning.

It doesn’t matter. It never matters.

Now everything smokes and suffocates him, and he’s crying the most he’s ever did.

That’s why he hates explosions.

Izuku doesn’t go to Recovery Girl, nor does he tell anyone. He hopes Aizawa-sensei never finds out what he’d done. He looked for cameras and, thankfully, found none.

He lies to his friends he trained in the woods and got a little ahead of himself. As a response, Uraraka tells him to be careful and Iida insists Quirk training should be balanced for him, as a hero in training. Two important statements, of course.

Todoroki, however, observes.

It’s the most he does. Todoroki watches and sees all, barely saying much. He reads people like no one else does. He was the first to realize something would go wrong with Iida, when the latter had wanted to seek his brother’s almost assassin.

This is different, though. So much different.

Izuku ignores it the best he can.

Late at night, he can’t sleep. The green-eyed boy sneaks in the kitchen, to grab some tea to make. His classmates seem to have healthy sleep schedules, especially when exams are out of the scene.

So slow steps take him off guard, and Izuku hides his arms under his sleeves.

“Midoriya.”

He sighs deeply. “Oh, Todoroki-kun… it’s just you. What’s up?”

Todoroki shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh. Me neither.”

“Hm.”

Todoroki is doing it again, he can tell. Watching him. (Judging.)

Izuku hates being watched – he’s watched the entire time.

The tea doesn’t take much longer to be ready, so Izuku barely bats an eye to Todoroki and makes his way to the stairs.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he mumbles.

“Wait, Midoriya—”

“What ?”

Izuku regrets the moment he hisses, but he’s so tired.

“Just…” his classmate hesitates. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

Todoroki’s tone has… softened.

Izuku doesn’t turn around.

“… Good night, Todoroki-kun.”

The days go by like usual. It’s like nothing happened. No one has found out, or so he hopes.

Todoroki hasn’t talked to him since that night. Or well, Izuku tries to avoid looking at him for too long in the first place. They have lunch together with the rest, but there’s no direct contact at all.

Todoroki isn’t the kind of person you can make excuses. He reads into your tone, he knows something is wrong. While Izuku’s relationship with him has definitely improved since the Sports Festival and Stain, he still finds that aspect of him a little intimidating. Because Todoroki, in contrast, is hard to read most of the time.

Izuku might as well be avoiding him. Of course, he’s polite when Todoroki has a question or when he asks for a favor. Though he rejects the suggestion they train together in the next day. Mostly, because Izuku’s wounds still sting, and he refuses to go to the infirmary.

At last, Izuku finds himself going to the old gymnasium, with no intention to seethe like before, even if the urge screams in his brain. It looks… the same, on the outside. As for the inside…

Instead of the gray smoke and destroyed reds, Izuku stops as soon as he catches white strands connected to wine, fire red. A fire that doesn’t explode, but fire, nonetheless.

Izuku’s veins fill with One for All, and before he goes Full Cowling to get as far away as possible, he’s less than lucky to expose himself.

“Midoriya?”

Nononononono—

Even though Todoroki isn’t using his Quirk, Izuku feels like he’s frozen by his giant ice spikes, caught to explain himself.

Why on earth is Todoroki here? Does he also know this spot? Oh, of course. Todoroki often trains alone but Izuku never knew where. Oh my god.

There are no words shared or spoken, least of all whispered. Izuku can’t bring himself to look up. There’s only shame to be shared. No one was supposed to find out and yet he just revealed himself. Stupid. Idiot!

A step.

“Midoriya…”

Izuku shakes his head.

“I know what you’re going to say.”

Todoroki stops. “What?”

“… that I’m supposed to be a hero, right? That I shouldn’t have done this? I- I know I shouldn’t have.” Izuku clenches his jaw and his fists, to contain the trembling rage. “I shouldn’t be angry.”

The fallen punching bags stare.

“But I didn’t know what to do with this anger. It only kept growing and- and it keeps growing inside of me, these thoughts, this scream in my throat,” Izuku spits out without much thought. “I’ve been hurt my entire life and I hate- I hate hurting people back, I hate wanting to hurt them, but I hate them, too, I hate-!” For a moment, he bites back the poisonous name, yet he can’t take it anymore, he’s tired of being silenced by the explosions.

“… I hate Kacchan. I hate that he always explodes me in the face, I hate that he used to go after other kids, too. He always explodes and hurts people, and he doesn’t give a shit.” Izuku’s tone is wet, soaked with weight. “He doesn’t give a shit about me, he still hurts me no matter what I do, and I’m sick of it. And god, all I want is to punch his fucking face and scream, because he never cared about making me cry or burning me at all, he- he doesn’t care! And I don’t know why I still do, why I even try to communicate with him! Nothing I do is enough for him!”

Izuku observes the multiple layers of old wood under his feet, each second finding new details, new splinters.

“This is why I don’t explode. Why I never burst out. I-I don’t want to hurt anyone… but I’m still so angry, Todoroki-kun. I’m only feeling worse than before.” The freckled teen pathetically dries his drowned face. “It’s like nothing is ever going to get better.”

The temperature is a bitter cold, despite the sun outside.

Izuku cries like that boy he’d known in Middle School, the one that would weep to himself in the shadows after getting burned on the face.

“W-What should I do?” He asks to no one.

It’s, again, a question without an answer.

Except…

His arms are taken by two hands that slowly pull up his sleeves, revealing the wounds from the hazard. The hands brush against his blistered skin as gently as possible. One hot, the other cold, but equally mindful.

“I think…” Todoroki whispers, “you need someone.”

Izuku’s face is close to the piercing gray and blue eyes, the ones who always read him… but not in judgment, he realizes. They read each sentence, each word of himself and take it to their heart, hopefully to come up with a meaningful response.

“Because then… who will protect you from the explosion?” Todoroki questions, his right hand reaching Izuku’s left.

The question is one he’s never considered. Izuku makes sure no one gets hurt, and maybe he’s successful at that, yet…

Todoroki’s face is close enough for their heads to touch, some of his red and white bangs touching Izuku’s forehead.

“It’s okay to be angry, Midoriya.”

“You’re… not mad at me?”

“Why would I be?”

“I don’t know,” Izuku gulps, “I feel… disgusting.”

“I understand. But you’re not disgusting. You were hurt.”

Izuku’s mouth quivers. “I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

Todoroki’s hands move from his arms to his shoulders, pulling him forward. Izuku shivers.

He’s…

Todoroki has never hugged him before.

Sure, they’ve gotten so far as friends. But after all this time, they’ve never touched each other; least of all Todoroki, who is, reasonably, a more reserved person.

The hug is far from awkward, nonetheless. It’s… good. Izuku has never been hugged like this. Even with the crime scene of his anger right there for Todoroki and everyone else to see… the red-and-white-haired boy chooses to hold him.

(After all, he’s also a boy. A boy afraid of his thoughts. Afraid while no one knows.)

Izuku returns the contact, his face somewhat under Todoroki’s chin.

“I’m sorry Bakugo is a piece of shit.” He adds quietly, “Well, more than he already is.”

That manages to attract a miserable laugh.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

Izuku hums, not up to protest as he melts in his touch. He could never have imagined Todoroki to be this… comfortable.

The permanent smell of smoke and dust does eventually bother him, so Izuku suggests, “Want to get out of here?”

“Sure.”

And they leave the gymnasium behind, hopefully their secret will be left alone.

Todoroki takes Izuku to a tree, the leaves green like the latter’s hair. There’s enough of a shadow to cover them from the sun, from the burning flames far away. Todoroki helps a little with the burns, his ice the most soothing Izuku has felt.

Until the sun sets, their hands are intertwined, scars only they know.

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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Fault in Honesty︱Yandere Chisaki Kai/Overhaul x f!Reader

Anonymous asked: “Hi! I love your work! Do you think you could do a scenario with yandere overhaul and fem. Reader where she tells him she hates him?”

a/n: Ngl I’ve been having some writers block lately so doing a good ol’ sfw (or at least in yandere standards) oneshot was very refreshing. Also the section in italics represents a flashback! Thanks for the request babes <3

Warnings: implied stockholm, captivity

1.9k Words

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If you could hazard a guess as to where exactly you went wrong, it would be the day you let the comfort of his security first outshine the red flags. To an outsider, they’d be unavoidably obvious. But for you, someone experiencing a side of Chisaki reserved only to make appearances in your presence, they became muted. Vibrant and glaring warnings were but a momentary afterthought, given no more than a few seconds of contemplation before you returned to focusing on the ideal in front of you.

The ideal is still present now, only it’s being held together by the constricting realities that overlooking those red flags have brought about.

Walls seemingly inescapable, corridors twisting and unending. Perpetually trapping you underground, without an inkling of an idea as to which door would lead you to salvation. All coupled with the pain shooting up your legs with each time your bare feet collided with the tile, a dress airy and doing little to shield you from the deep set chill running past your exposed skin.

You shivered, both from the discomfort of the cold, and from the anxieties riddling your system.

By some form of chance luck, your frantic searching lead you to a stairwell, from one door to another, and into an all too familiar room.

The setting was by far more comforting than the bleak hallways below you. Once dull and sterile surroundings faded, your focus favouring the warmth. You spent many an hour in Chisaki’s study mere months ago, keeping the young boss company without question. Sometimes you’d simply exist alongside him, the copious amounts of work keeping Chisaki from indulging himself in conversation with you. Those moments were regrettable, as you could never stay with him all day. So you would leave him to his devices sooner or later, returning home while he continued to manage his ‘business.’

You suppose he detested the fact that you would inevitably take a leave of absence more than you originally perceived. And while his first move to initiate a more domestic closeness with you was endearing at the time, it only served to muddle your thoughts with regret now.

• • •

Your hand in his, seated close enough to him that your knees were touching. The leather couch situated in the study was always your go-to spot when waiting for your lover to fulfill his duties as a leader for the day. He managed to do so before you left this time, much to your appreciation.

“Anything you could possibly need is already in place, angel. With you living here we’d be able to spend more time together. And…” Pausing, as if to gather his thoughts while absentmindedly squeezing your hand gently in his, Chisaki soon continued. “...It would be beneficial if I were able to monitor your health more closely.”

You regarded the man with a warm and loving smile, finding slight humour in his predictable ways. For one, your wellbeing was always at the top of his concerns. It felt like such a passive occurrence at this point, Chisaki keeping those interests in mind like it was second nature. And you supposed, with how he so clearly treated you on another level of appreciation compared to everyone else in his life, that the quality would only be expected in a man who ensures such a high level of diligence in everything he does.

Chisaki also had a tendency to rush things with you. So naturally, his offer wasn’t something you were entirely surprised to hear. But unfortunately for him, there still resided some resistance in you.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to be moving in together? Don’t get me wrong, Kai. I’d love to spend more time with you. It’s just―”

“This would be good for you. It’s dangerous for you to be living on your own, so you understand why I’m worried about you, right?”

Although he didn’t explicitly state it, you knew what Chisaki was referring to. The unavoidable fact of your quirklessness. He would never say that it made you weak, but you knew it was the root of his anxieties. You living alone was far more risky than he was willing to accept.

But you loved him. So, perhaps the change wasn’t something you should fear?

You let out a small sigh, still unsure, but resigning yourself for now. “...I suppose, if you think it would be best.”

In an act of tenderness, Chisaki took your hand that he was still holding, raising it to his lips. He planted a feathered kiss to the back of it, maintaining a gaze filled with adoration the whole time. Your heart fluttered at the gentle affection, feeling your face warm with a certain bashfulness.

He was pleased with your acceptance, albeit hesitant and largely unsure. “You’ll come around to the idea.”

And with the way Chisaki’s words and actions―not only now, but also in times before―left your better intuitions molding to match his, you thought you’d come around to it too.

• • •

The heavy wooden door behind you, a dark oak cut hand carved and lavish, opened in a swift motion. The abruptness of it earned a startled flinch from your body, you quickly turning around to view the culprit of the commotion in fear.

Like a deer in headlights, your whole being froze in place. Chisaki stood in the doorway, only he didn’t appear to be nearly as surprised as you.

If anything, he was calm.

His eyes trailed up and down your form, taking in your uneasy state. Slowly, he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. “It’s not good for your health for you to be up so late, my love.”

The dismissal of the situation sent a wave of frustration through you. Knowing he didn’t regret any of his actions, what he had put you through, and the reason why you were here―it was infuriating. The possessiveness, withholding your freedom like it wasn’t a necessity, because to him wasn’t. None of your misgivings resonated with him.

You regarded the composed leader, feeling your resistance begin to crumble from his mere presence. “Is this what you wanted?” Regrettably, your voice cracked midways through the question.

He almost looked disappointed, the fact of your apprehension being an unwanted outcome of the decisions he’d made for you. But he was nothing if not steadfast in his ways, a quality outshining the sorrow he felt for finding you so distressed. “All I’ve wanted is to ensure your health and safety. That’s what I’ve done, and I will not apologize for it.”

Another bit of your resolve faltered, your lower lip trembling as you fought to hold yourself together. “Even though I’m a prisoner?”

Chisaki let the words hang in the air for a moment, more so to let you process them instead, hoping you’d understand as much as he did that the statement couldn’t be farther from what you were to him. He moved across the room, taking his black dust mask off while he spoke, placing it on an end table. “I could hardly call you that. You live quite nicely―comfortable living quarters, balanced meals―everything you need and more to get by.”

“Everything except for my freedom, Kai. I mean...can’t you see how wrong this is?” In truth, you knew trying to reason with the man would get you nowhere. It wouldn’t change his mind, and it certainly wouldn’t help you in your now failed attempt to leave him. The thought of the uselessness of the whole thing wore you down, knowing putting up a fight would be for nothing in the end. You’d lost not from the moment he’d stepped into the room, but from the moment you agreed to be his all those months ago.

He faced you once again, mask and gloves removed, able to expose himself in such a way to you only. “It’s dangerous for someone with your connections to live outside of my compound―you know that. There are people who wouldn’t hesitate to use you as leverage against me.” He drew closer, an approach slow, as if trying to ease your nerves. “Tell me, have I ever hurt you?”

You inwardly cursed the man for knowing exactly what to say. His words were meditated, aiming only to lead you into compliance. The question was doing exactly that, because there was no other answer than the one he wanted to hear. The fact that no, he hadn’t. At least not physically. He truly did care for all of your needs. And even when it came to the mental anguish you went through, he always gave you space when you needed it. So really, you had no other choice but speaking that admittance.

Quietly, you did, “N-no, but―”

“So, you can’t deny that everything I do has your wellbeing in mind?”

As he took steps forward, you took some back. Soon enough you were hitting the front of his desk, unable to put any more distance between the two of you as he came closer.

“I can tell you understand that, angel. All I wish is for you to accept it.”

You shook your head, saltine tears falling down your cheeks. Confliction riddled your body and soul, part of you wanting to keep up those feeble forms of resistance, while the other part yearned to finally give in. It would be so much easier if you did, which was the worst part about it. Before you found yourself trapped by him, you truly did love Chisaki.

And somehow, even after all he’s done, those emotions never quite vanished.

“I don’t...I don’t want to be okay with this. Or be okay with you…” Your gaze fell, sniffling through your words. “I hate you―or at least, I’m supposed to hate you. But I fail at even doing that.”

You didn’t have to look up to know he was standing in front of you. Not when the uncharacteristic sound of a softness in his voice was in such a close proximity.

“That’s not a failure…”

Carefully, Chisaki cupped your face in his hands, prompting you to lift your head. Through a blurred vision you regarded his piercing amber eyes. Those set intently on yours, concerned but stern, matching his words to a T.

“You know this is what’s best for you. It’s just taking a while for that to sink in, but you’ll come around to it.” He delicately wiped away your tears as he spoke, the action soothing the torrent of discouragement inside of you. “Now, I’ll get you something to help you fall asleep, and we can forget this ever happened.”

Like always, nothing he did was a simple offer. His statements were final, and you were forced to comply whether you wished to do so or not. Only now, the notion of yearning for free will against his demands was unclear in your mind.

As it stood, and would continue to stand forever, agreeing with Chisaki was the option that had been growing on you as of late. Tonight’s events happened in a spur of the moment. In all honesty, you were unsure of yourself the moment you stepped foot outside your room. It always lingered in the back of your mind that your efforts wouldn’t get you anywhere. So, now that you were faced with that truth, resigning yourself to his whims wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be.

You let him guide you back to your room. You accepted the medication he gave without a second thought.

And soon you fell asleep, sorrows replaced with the calm and comfort Chisaki provided.

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freckledoriya · 4 years

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“h2whoa” (midoriya x reader fic)

PAIRING: izuku midoriya x reader

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol

PROMPT: “I’ve never seen someone as stunning as you.”

WORDS: 2.3k

A/N: here’s my submission for @bnhabookclub’s mermay event! special thanks to @k-atsukidayo for helping with this!

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You knew that you shouldn’t have come to this party. It really wasn’t your scene: the music blasting, deep bass shaking the corners of the house, clouds of smoke looming above your head, cheap beer spilling onto the hardwood floors. But it was your high school graduation party, and you felt some kind of cosmic teen obligation to attend the rager. It’s not that you didn’t love your classmates, you absolutely did. And you wished on everything possible that you’ll keep in touch after graduation, especially with your long-time crush, Izuku Midoriya.

Midoriya has been one of those crushes that slowly devours your soul until he’s unintentionally claimed your entire heart. It started your first year when you shyly asked for some tutoring for an upcoming combat exam. You knew his incessant note-taking would prove to be useful. Plus… you really just wanted an excuse to talk to the cute, quiet kid in class. After some blushing and stammering, he agreed to help. You fell headfirst as he hesitantly showed you some of the notes he had already taken on your quirk, a quirk you had always thought was nothing to brag about: a mermaid quirk.

Sure, it sounded wonderful-- a true fantasy come to life. But the reality was that when on land, your quirk was rendered pretty much useless. You did have some water-bending abilities that you could call upon, but the mermaid extension of your power had little potential unless the fight was in the water. And then there was the issue of when your human legs would turn into an iridescent mermaid tail. When your skin comes in contact with enough water, your body automatically transforms, whether or not you want it. You always saw it as a pretty big weakness of yours-- that a villain could pour a bucket of water on you and in ten quick seconds you’d quite literally be a fish out of water. Luckily, your water manipulation proved useful in situations like that, but only if you were able to notice the water about to hit you before it made skin contact.

But all that considered, when Midoriya talked about your quirk, he made it sound like one of the greatest possible quirks someone could have.

“Your body goes through a whole transformation that exponentially increases your speed in water and your water manipulation ability. Almost any villain would be at an automatic disadvantage if they were in the water with you. It’s an incredible quirk!”

You smile at the memory, cherishing those moments where Midoriya could make you feel like the strongest person on Earth while simultaneously making you weak in the knees. You adore his passion for hero work, his constant devotion to bettering himself never fails to inspire you. Plus, you can’t deny that you enjoy watching him fight. The way his messy, green hair tousles as he activates his quirk consistently lights a fire in you that you’ve never been able to extinguish. Sure, he could be a muttering mess of a nerd, but dammit if he didn’t have you completely wrapped around his finger.

Of course, he didn’t know that. You two went through high school together remaining nothing more than close friends. The second something would tease crossing that line, one of you guys would chicken out. And before you knew it, high school flashed by, leaving you with a heap of unconfessed feelings of infatuation.

As you now stare at him from across the room and this graduation party, you can’t help but feel a twinge of regret. What if he has felt the same way about you, and you just wasted four years of your life pining for no reason? Then again, the fear of rejection weighed heavily on your shoulders, never really giving you the chance to break free and shoot your shot.

Your thoughts are cut short by the sensation of cold water being splashed on your back.

“MINETA!” you scream, whipping around to see the Fresh-Picked Hero running around, pouring water on other unsuspecting girls’ shirts.

Your anger gets the best of you as you stand to stomp your way towards him, completely forgetting about the fact that your legs have begun fusing to form a tail. You begin to fall face-first into the floor, but right before you do, you feel a crackle of energy around you, the air fizzing as you feel yourself be caught by, who else, but Izuku Midoriya.

“A-are you okay?” he says, balancing you in his arms.

You try to catch your breath as you blush from all the eyes on you.

“Damn, Midoriya,” Kaminari drunkenly slurs his words. “You ran across the room in less than a second to catch her. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you run that fast in the four years I’ve known you.”

There’s an awkward silence as you look up at your hero, his emerald eyes trying to keep focused on your eyes, blushing as he too notices the room staring at the pair of you.

“Uh, Midoriya,” you say before clearing your throat. “Can you carry me outside? Somewhere where I can wait to dry off?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah of course.”

You tentatively wrap your arms around his neck as he begins to carry you through the house, trying to keep your heart from beating out your chest. You were so close to him. You attempt to take a few deep breaths to calm down, but every breath is immediately taken away by his presence.

“Thank you for catching me.”

He smiles before setting you down in a reclining patio chair. “No problem. I’m sorry that Mineta did that to you.”

“Not your fault,” you shrug. “I’ve gone through all of high school with that little perv, I should know what to expect now.”

Midoriya lets out a short laugh and takes a seat next to you, causing your heart to flutter. Was he going to sit with you while you waited to dry off and get human legs again? Could he get any more thoughtful and charming?

A few moments of silence pass. You let the gentle buzz of bugs, occasional croaks of frogs, and chlorine smell from the pool next to you fill the air. You look over and catch Midoriya staring, causing both of you to blush and look away. There’s a special kind of tension in the air, one that’s making your stomachs do flips as you ponder it. He could like me. He could like me, and now’s my chance to-

“So how long does it usually take for you to transform back?” he interrupts your thoughts. He must see the disappointment in your eyes because he immediately starts backtracking. “N-not that I’m in any rush! I’m fine sitting here with you! It’s just…”

He sighs and his green eyes stare into yours. “-it’s just that you always look so sad when you’re in this form.”

His observation catches you off guard, but doesn’t surprise you. You’re never thrilled to have this quirk; whenever you transform you see it as a burden rather than some kind of gift.

“I guess I kind of dislike this part of me, that’s all.”

Midoriya looks at you like a kid who was just told that Santa isn’t real: shocked, confused, and hurt. “But! But, it’s such an amazing quirk! The possibilities of all that you can do to save people and fight villains are endless. You must at least know that! And your water manipulation and combat skills mean that you’re just as effective out of water. And then you-”

“I know,” you say, cutting him off. “I know. It makes for a good hero quirk sometimes. But sometimes I just want to enjoy my class’ graduation party without turning into a half-monster with scales.”

“Monster?!” Midoriya practically yells, looking even more shocked and upset than before. “You think that your quirk makes you a monster?”

You gesture down to your tail, half hanging off the patio chair. Its iridescent scales reflect the moonlight, scattering hues of purple and yellow into the pool beside you. “What else would you call this?”

“Beautiful,” he says quickly, before blushing and beginning his usual stammering. “I-I mean beautiful in the way that I’m sure other people see you, not that I don’t think you’re beautiful, I mean, I do, but I just meant that you shouldn’t think that about yourself because I’m sure no one thinks of you other than beautiful, not that you’re not smart either, because you are, I just mean-”

As he mutters, you can’t help but feel a magnetic pull towards him. It’s too strong, too strong for you to try to resist anymore. You’ve fought it for four years. Four years of stealing glances during late-night study sessions. Four years of your hands occasionally “accidentally” touching his, causing electricity to flicker throughout your body. Four years of always hoping and dreaming that one day you’ll get to know the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. You can’t fight the pull anymore, even if you wanted to. So you give in. And you kiss him.

The kiss catches him off guard, effectively stopping his rambling. He tenses and gasps, but once he feels your hand reach up to his cheek, his eyes flutter close and he absolutely melts into your touch. Your lips move gently against his, guiding him at a slow, yet eager, pace. After a few fleeting moments, you’re forced to pull away for air.

You see your long-time crush, Izuku Midoriya, eyes big with adoration, cheeks flushed red, and your lipstick slightly staining his lips. In that moment, you can’t help but wish you had done this sooner.

“I… I really like you, Izuku,” you whisper, unable to break eye contact as he hypnotizes you to move closer to him. “I have for a while.”

He smiles and attempts to blink back the tears in his eyes that threaten to spill over. “I really like you too.”

You don’t know this at the time, but Midoriya’s entire being is overflowing with elation. He has liked you far before you ever said your first words to him, choosing to admire you from afar. He never stopped having the mindset of the awkward, quirkless boy he once was, so he never considered that you could feel the same way. That you could reciprocate the way his heart practically bursted out his chest every time he laid eyes on you. Or the way he often found himself lost in a daydream where he magically had the nerve to go up to you and tell you how he really felt. Tell you that when he’s walking beside you, he can’t help but feel like he should be holding your hand; that when he’s talking to you, all he really should be doing is kissing you.

So having you here beside him, quite literally sparkling under the moonlight and confessing that you like him just after kissing him… it’s almost too much to handle. He feels like his brain is short-circuiting.

“You wanna hop in the pool?” you suggest, effectively snapping him out of his daze.

“The pool?” he replies incredulously.

“Yeah! Why not? It’ll be fun. Plus, now that I know you think I’m beautiful like this, maybe I want to stay like it,” you say with a wink.

Midoriya feels his brain short circuit again. “I-I think you're beautiful without your quirk too!”

You can’t help but giggle at his unwavering concern that he might say the wrong thing. You start to try and shimmy yourself off the patio chair to get to the pool, but Midoriya reacts quickly and leans over to help you lift you up. You admire his upper body strength (your mermaid tail was in no way a lightweight body part) and relish in the feeling of once again having his arms wrapped around you. He slowly lowers you into the pool water, blushing fervently once he notices the way your wet shirt clings to your body.

“Well? Aren’t you coming in too?” you ask, splashing at him.

He chuckles and begins climbing in, not bothering to take off any of his clothes.Right as he enters the water, you take a breath and go underwater, feeling freer than ever before, completely in your element.

“Not fair!” he whines, watching you swim circles around him. “Not all of us have fins, you know.”

You giggle as you come up behind him, using your quirk to cause a small wave to crash over him.

“Did you get me in here just to tease me?” he asks, trying to catch his breath from laughing.

You smile and swim up to him, getting as close as possible. “Maybe, but also to do this.”

Your lips crash into his, this kiss having much more confidence and purpose behind it than the one before. Midoriya lets out a soft moan as he kisses back, running his shaking hands through your wet locks. When you both stop to get air, he stares at you with wonderment.

There’s a special glint in his eyes that you can’t make out. Maybe it’s just the pool lights reflecting in his green irises. Or maybe there’s something else, shining bright within him like the stars above you, burning with passion and brilliance.

“What is it?” you ask, bewildered and hypnotized by his stare.

“It’s just,” he begins and looks up towards the sky, as if searching for the proper words, the ones that would have the right amount of letters, just the right sound to describe his current feelings. “It’s just… I’ve never seen someone as stunning as you. Both inside and out. And.. you absolutely amaze me.”

It’s at that moment that you know with complete certainty-- you will keep in touch with Izuku Midoriya long after graduation.

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emmies-archives · 5 years

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A Little Brat

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Part 1: The Girl with the Skull Panties

A/N: All characters aged 18+, Requested by @samxbaker :) I hope you like it

Warnings: Smut, lots of teasing, fingering, handjob, very descriptive smut.

Word Count: 4k+ words

Summary: You decide to get Bakugo back for making you a mess and teasing you with your panties. Leads to fun times.

It was slow, but something started to stir between you and Bakugo. There was a small but immediate change in your energy. Your glances lingering on him a little longer than you wanted them too. You found yourself to be pulled to him as though there was some magnetic force enticing you. The way you felt when you looked at him was different. Admiration of his strength. Amusement at his perpetuated annoyance. Longing to see the fierceness of his gaze. You yearned for his attention, his predatory eyes pining to capture his prey. Waiting wouldn’t work so you decided to take his focus from him. A blunt approach wouldn’t work with him. It was too obvious, too many eyes to see. He would never admit that you were affecting him. What you wanted was for only him to realize what you were doing. You wanted to make him snap.

Arriving in the shared common area, a grin crept on your face when you saw most of your classmates relaxing around. Your eyes flicked to Bakugo slumped into a chair talking to Kirishima, then to Midoriya. An idea popped into your head. It was a little risky, it would either benefit you, or you would probably be blasted through the wall. You couldn’t tell if you would even hate the latter one.

“Hi, Midoriya!” You chirped louder than necessary and slid into the spot next to him on the couch. The unnatural preppiness to your voice was thankfully not picked up by him.

“Oh! Hi L/n!” A soft pink dusted the boy’s cheeks as you smiled at him. He had a pile of notebooks on his lap like always.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about your notes. I noticed that you are always writing, it's really interesting!” Your eyes caught on Bakugo’s intense glare settling on you, stroking the fire inside of you.

“Really?! Of course, L/n.” He went quiet for a moment pulling out a notebook, it was about you. “Do you want to see what I wrote about you? Your quirk is really amazing and I have so many ideas!”

“Tell me all about it.” You basically purred at the boy. Locking eyes with Bakugo’s harsh gaze you moved closer to see the notebook on Midoriya’s lap. The usually flustered boy paying no attention to your actions.

Midoriya began to ramble. Words flowing from his mouth like a small stream that has no destination. A part of you felt awful about using him to get to Bakugo but it was working. Midoriya’s nonstop talk about you; how great your quirk is, how you can make it better, his full focus was about you. So was Bakugo’s. You could see his crimson eyes turn almost dark, he was clenching and unclenching his jaw repeatedly. When he saw you staring a small spark popped in his palm, he looked like he could growl.

A sly smirk slipped onto your lips and you moved your eyes away from him and to the boy next to you. “Midoriya.”

He paused his rant and looked up at you, just not realizing how close you were to him. Your body inches away from pressing into him. His face erupted in red and he all but squeaked. “Y-yes, L/n?”

“Show me the scars on your arms.” You could basically feel the heat coming from the eyes staring into the back of your head.

“What!? Um, sure.” He rolled his sleeves back and lifted his arms. “They look really bad, but I really don’t feel them at all!”

“Wow, they’re so big!” You gasped exaggeratedly and reached out to touch the lines on his arm. Slowly run your finger across the largest one. You could tell Midoriya’s heart stopped. “I can’t believe you’ve got all these scars and you’re still so strong.” You were laying it on thick, it was definitely new to Midoriya.

“Yeah well, if I’m going to be the number one hero, I’ll be faced against worse things than scars, right?” He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously. He seemed to realize you were there again and red shot up to his ears again. “You don’t have to say all that stuff though, L/n!! Really, they aren’t that bad! You’re even tougher though that one tim-”

Before he could say anything else to Midoriya, a rough fist wrapped around his shirt and he was pulled nose to nose with a seething Bakugo. “Stop your useless rambling you quirkless idiot!! I’ll be the number one hero! Shut the hell up about it!!”

Midoriya was thrown back onto the couch and Bakugo’s anger turned to you. “And you! Stop fangirling its god damn pissing me off! Say one more word to Deku and I’ll set you on fucking fire!”

You only smirked at him and just barely bit your lip. Oh, how you wanted him to follow through on his threat. His eyes stopped on you for a second longer than you expected.

Nothing else came from it as he stomped towards the stairs. His reaction was good. But you wanted more. A thrill came over you when his furious eyes stared you down. It was like a drug.

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You always loved sparring outside in summer with your class. It gave you a chance to use your quirks a little more freely and stronger. This was definitely a good thing, especially on the hot days. Thanks to Bakugo’s drive to push past his limits, most of the time he would end up with the top of his uniform undone. This day was no different. Showing off all of his defined muscles he worked hard for.

You couldn’t help but stare at him. He always caught your attention. Noticing your eyes flicker up and down his toned body, he smirked. He was going to get you back for Deku.

“Oi, L/n!” He barked, shaking you from your lingering gaze.

“What do you want, Bakugo?” You snarked back, folding your arms across your chest.

“We’re sparring dumbass!” He didn’t even give you a second to process his words before he rushed you. You barely dodged his blast, ducking out of the way at the last second. The blaze didn’t miss your uniform though, burning a large hole in the side exposing your skin.

“The hell!?” You shouted at him angrily, the grin on your face betraying your tone. You loved fighting Bakugo. The passion he put in his attacks was amazing. You activated your own quirk, taking the offensive.

“Glad you’re finally fighting back. I’m going to kick your ass!” He yelled back and sent another blast towards you. You jumped out of the way, using your quirk to propel you towards him. You almost landed a punch on him when he grabbed your wrist and flung you to the side.

You growled out a laugh and skidded to a halt. With every attack sent between you two, you both were fighting to get on top. You didn’t even bother with defensive moves. You wanted to feel the heat from his blast on your skin.

“That all you got?!” Bakugo’s eye twitched, his mouth pulling back. His hair was pushed back slightly from sweat, he was a sight. With a yell, he sent another, larger blast towards you. You were caught off guards and this one almost hit you head on, hitting the ground in front of you sending a cloud of smoke up instead. You couldn’t believe it didn’t hit you.

You started to shout a reply to him when a foot appeared from the smoke and kicked you back. You landed flat on your back, the wind knocked out of you. As you tried to catch your breath, any chance at getting up was blocked by Bakugo as he pushed himself on top of you. His left knee on the ground next to your waist, the other leg was holding down your legs. He had both of your hands pinned above your head with his one. His face was inches away from yours.

You couldn’t tell if it was the heat from his explosions or your face from him being so close to you. “You fucking pathetic idiot. Barely put up a fight.” He was growling now as you squirmed under him. His strong body pinning you down there was no way to get out from under him. Not that you wanted to. His eyes lit like fire starring straight at you.

You gasped feeling him run his free hand up the tear in your shirt and he squeezed his hand around your wrists even tighter. You could feel his fingernails dig into you when you shifted. His voice dropped low, eyes deadly. “You think your funny, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bakugo.” You quipped back at him, batting your eyelashes slightly. He sees past your innocent façade. You wanted him to.

His mouth twisted into a snarl and you grinned at his anger. You loved it. “I’m going to make you regret ever talking to that quirkless loser.” You could feel your heart in your ears at the hungry look in Bakugo’s eyes. They flickered down to your lips when your teeth pulled your bottom lip between them.

He tore himself off of you at the sound of Iida’s voice calling the winner. The smoke around you started to clear and you could tell from the bored look on your classmates' faces that none of them witnessed what happened. That smart bastard, the smoke was a diversion. You had just a few tastes of Bakugo’s hunger, and you were hooked. Oh, how you were hooked. But you weren’t done yet, he was close to snapping you could feel it. He just needed one more push.

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Summer was probably your favorite season. Everything was bright and cheery. There was so much stuff to catch up on outside after being locked in all winter. Your most favorite thing to do was swim though. It was probably because of your quirk but you loved to feel the cool water cover you completely after a long day of training.

You were relaxing in the UA’s pool that was somehow completely empty, leaving you alone. You were grateful. It lasted a while of just you in the water. The serene energy of the pool was so wonderful that you didn’t notice another person entering the water. Your eyes snapped open at the feeling of a current in the water.

“I’m sorry for startling you, L/n.” You met the dual-colored eyes of Todoroki and smiled slightly glad it was only him and not some purple monster that could be lurking under the surface of the water.

“No, you didn’t startle me.” You spoke softly, leaning back into the water. Todoroki moved closer to you resting against one of the ledges of the pool. “Did you get a good training session in?”

Todoroki nodded and looked at the way you moved around in the water. “Yes, it was very beneficial actually. I’m getting good at controlling both sides at the same time.”

“I guess I should’ve gotten in some training today, but the water just called me.” You spoke and ran your hands along the surface creating small ripples. You glanced up at the boy and had to suppress a giggle at the way his eyes followed your hands.

“Sometimes relaxing can be as good as training. It gives your body a break.” Todoroki stretched his hands behind his neck and rolled his shoulders groaning. He smiled at the small sigh that left your lips when you ran your wet hands through your hair. He was right about that; the water was so relaxing. “It seems to have helped you.”

“You might be right.” The water felt so nice against the heat of the summer sun.

“Have you been in here for long?” He asked you his head quirking to the side.

“For a while yeah, somehow it was just me the whole day.” You said and shrugged. “I don’t mind being alone. I’m glad I finally have company though.” He just nodded at your words with a soft smile.

A nice quietness fell over the two of you. It didn’t last that long though. You heard the door to the pool fly open with a bang. Bakugo and Kirishima walked through the threshold and you could feel your heart jump a little. This was perfect.

“What the fuck.” Bakugo stopped in his tracks when he saw you and Todoroki in the water.

You waved at Kiri who returned with a grin before he jumped in the pool. “What?” You asked Bakugo, smiling a bit. He looked annoyed already.

“The hell is half and half doing here.” He snapped and dropped himself into the water from the ledge. His glare sent daggers at Todoroki who just blinked at him. You ignored Bakugo and moved closer to Todoroki.

“Since you said giving your body a break is good. Let me help you; your muscles look tense.” You spoke to Todoroki who smiled and nodded. Paying no attention to Bakugo you pulled yourself up to sit on the ledge and reached for Todoroki’s hand pulling him between your legs. “My parents showed me the importance of massages.” You said and turned to where his back was against your stomach. Peeking up at the other boys you saw Kiri was paying no attention to you and was doing laps. Bakugo, however, was fuming. Good.

You moved your hands to Todoroki’s neck and started working out the knots. “You must’ve gone rough in your training today, you’re full of knots.”

“Thank you, L/n. I did push myself a little harder today with the strength training.” Todoroki started to relax into you becoming more comfortable. You saw Bakugo turn away from the two of you, the water around him was bubbling. He wasn’t fooling you.

“Don’t worry.” You said moving close to Todoroki’s ear, you could feel him shiver. “I’ll take good care of you.” You purred and moved your hands onto his shoulders. Working out a tough knot you felt him melt in your hands.

“Shitt.” Todoroki groaned, his head fell back a bit resting on your chest. Bakugo snapped his eyes to you when he heard the boy. “That feels so good.” Locking eyes with him, you saw they were full of pure fire. You almost felt the rage in the air when Bakugo looked at Todoroki’s head on your chest. A chill rain down your spine at the look on Bakugo’s face.

After working out the last knot Todoroki pulled away when you took your hands off him. “L/n, I didn’t know you had magic hands like that. I owe you, I feel so much better.” He looked so relaxed, something you’ve never seen on him before. He looked quite handsome.

“It was no problem, let me know whenever you feel tense. I’ll relieve you.” You said and pushed yourself up from the ledge and out of the water completely. It was a good thing that Todoroki was a little out of touch with innuendos and other people’s emotions.

“I’ll definitely take you up on that offer.”

Started walking towards the changing rooms, sending one last look at Bakugo. He was furious, the water around him was steaming from the blast igniting under the surface. He was so god damn hot. You smirked and winked at him, dipping into the girls changing room. You heard faint yelling from the pool and the sound of an explosion going off.

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Later, you had settled down with a book. It was incredibly late when you finally looked up from the book you held in your hands. Thankfully it was summer break, you didn’t have to worry about morning classes. You were resting on the couch in the common area. Somehow you found yourself alone again. It was pleasant. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. Just like you keep finding yourself alone, Bakugo somehow always shows up when you are. Like he has some sort of radar on you.

When you opened your eyes again, you were met with a crimson pair. You slumped further under the blanket atop you. “Oh, hey Bakugo.”

His face scrunched up. “Don’t fuckin hey me.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.” You said staring him in the eyes, challenging him. Hoping he would take the bait. You had pushed him far enough, he had to do the rest.

His eyes turned dark. You swear a growl left his throat. He pushed himself down, trapping you against the corner of the L-shaped couch, your knees pushed open settling himself between your legs, pulling the blanket off of you. “You’re fucking wrong, L/n.” Your back was moved into the couch and his face was close to yours again. Your heart jumped to your throat, your chest warming immensely. He slammed his lips onto yours, pulling you into a hungry kiss.

Hunger that you’ve been waiting for. One of his hands found its way to the back of your neck, the other gripping the back of your thigh. You gasped and he took it as a chance to shove his tongue into your mouth, dancing with yours. You gripped his hair until he pulled away panting. “You’ve been so annoying, you fucking brat.”

He moved his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking roughly. “I’m sorry Bakugo, I didn’t mean any harm.” You breathed trying to sound innocent. A sharp bite on your neck drew a quiet moan from your throat.

“Yeah the fuck right. Fangirling over Deku. Using your hands on fucking Icy Hot.” With every point, he left another bite on your neck. His hands found their way down to our shirt, pushing up under. You looked him in the eyes, they were completely full of lust. Pure angry, lust. Your eyes probably reflected his emotions. You could feel your body getting hotter. He brought you into another kiss, this one was more passionate and intense. He pulled your chin close with his hand, snarling. “Those hands belong to me. I’m going to show you what happens if you forget that.”

“I didn’t know you had ownership over me, Bakugo. I’m my own damn person, I don’t need you.” You pursed your lips and looked up at him through your eyelashes, you could see his jaw clenching at the sight. He kissed you roughly again.

“It’s Katsuki.” He grunted, pulling away. “Those marks on your neck tell me otherwise.” A sly smirk fell onto his face, it was too damn hot. You were too needy, pulling him in for another kiss. He was overwhelming you with just his lips that you didn’t even notice his hand slip down into your sweatpants. A gasp tore from your lips as you felt him cup his hand on your aching core through your panties. “How wet you are tells me otherwise.”

He rubbed you gently through the thin fabric of your panties eliciting a soft moan from you. Pulling away from you, you lifted your lower half up just enough for him to slip down your sweatpants. You heard him groan and remembered what you were wearing.

“These fucking underwear.” He grumbled, they were the black lacy panties with silver skulls. He ran his hands up and down the inside of your thighs.

“I put them on for Todoroki, but I guess you’ll do too.” You teased, your breath hitching when he pinched the inside of your thigh.

“Shut the fuck up, brat.” He leaned in kissing you roughly again. You could feel his hard member against your thigh, you reached down and started stroking it through his sweats. He let out a loud groan into your mouth. You felt yourself grow wetter at the sound.

“Fuck, Katsuki.”

“Say my name baby. That’s the only name you’re allowed to say.” You ran your hands through his hair tugging it gently. When you felt his breath hitch, you pulled rougher. He moaned into your neck leaving another sloppy kiss. He reached down to your wetness again.

“What if someone sees us?” You panted out as he pushed his hand into your panties.

“Fucking let them.” He grunted from the friction of you moving your thigh against his hard length. His hand found its way through your folds drawing out a moan from you. He drew some of your wet and started to rub circles around your clit.

“Katsuki, holy f-fuck.” You whimpered, he felt himself get harder at the noise. He smirked and slipped a finger into you, pumping it gently. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you tried to grind down on his hand. He held you in place with the other and added another finger, moving them in and out slowly. “Fucking move.” You groaned.

“Tch, after all that teasing you think you’ve been a good girl?” He nipped at your jaw and you whined.

“Katsuki please.” You were becoming desperate, you needed him. It was too much.

“Beg, Y/n. I want to hear your bratty voice beg for me.” His fingers moved at an ungodly slow pace. He used his other hand to fondle one of your breasts. He knew what effect he had on you, the fucking cocky shit.

“Fuck! Fine, Katsuki, please. Please make me come.” You moaned out, “Show me how to be a good girl, you good girl. Kats-“ You were cut off when his lips crashed into yours, he started to pump his hand at a faster pace, curling his fingers as he did so. You moaned loudly at his thumb putting pressure on your clit. You were coming undone, fast.

You reached your hands down pushing down his sweats enough to let him spring free. He hissed when you took his length into your hand and started pumping. You rubbed your thumb over the tip, feeling the precum leaking out. You picked up your pace and he moaned very loudly. “Ugh, baby. You feel so good.”

“I want you to come with me Katsuki. Let your good girl make you come.” His face dove into the crook of your neck muffling his moans a bit, he was close too. His fingers found your sweet spot.

“F-fuck, shit, Katsuki right there, please. Fuck don’t stop.” The combined pumping of his fingers and pressure of his thumb was too much. With one final curl of his fingers, you were coming. He swallowed your moans in a kiss. Your hand pumping faster as your body shook in his embrace, you were in pure bliss.

The sounds of your whining sent him with a long groan, he bucked his hips into your hand his cum landing on your thigh. You opened your eyes to see the immense pleasure of his features. He was so fucking hot. His forehead touched yours, the two of you panting.

“You better not be a fucking brat anymore.” He grunted, kissing your neck once more.

You looked up at him as he pulled himself off of you. “If it ends like this I think I’ll make it my personal mission to piss you off.”

His face scrunched up, “I was going to get you a towel, but you can fuck off!”

You giggled and reached for his hand. “Wait, no!” He laughed slightly at you, handing you a towel he had somehow pulled from thin air.

“You’re staying in my room tonight.” When he saw the way your eyes lit up he bared his teeth. “It’s just so you don’t touch that fucking melting ice cube!”

“Yeah right.” You laughed at him, lacing your fingers in his hand. “If you don’t want me touching him, then does that mean I can give you a massage sometime?”

He was quiet for a moment and glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, then rolled them. “Yes, you dumbass.”

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ciestessde · 4 years

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NOT My Hero Academia: Part 1 – Ch.6

Mirio-senpai was right: there were plenty of awesome things for me to do at U.A.!

Not long after the Rescue Training, U.A.'s annual Sports Festival was announced.

Everyone was pumped, but Uraraka seemed especially excited to show her skills. Which reminded me of a question I'd forgotten to ask her.

"Money…?! You wanna be a hero for the money?!" "Ultimately, yeah." Uraraka rubbed the back of her head nervously. "Sorry. I know it seems base… and really embarrassing, considering your guys's noble motivations and all."

She explained that her family ran a construction company, but that business had been bad recently. They were "poorer than poor." Uraraka wanted to help her parents by using her quirk to move and lift objects, but they told her they wanted her to make "her own dreams come true." And that, when she did, she could take them on vacation. "So I'm gonna be a hero. I'll make that money…" Uraraka had a determined look in her eyes, "... so that my mom and dad can have easier lives."

I was impressed. 'So she doesn't just idolize heroes. She's thinking of the practical as well…'

Seeing how determined Uraraka and everyone else was… it reminded me of the drive I felt while first training with Master. In fact, I felt more determined than ever to prove myself!

'I can't measure up to most of the others here in strength. But… What I lack in strength, I can make up for in skill! 'I'm not gonna fall behind. I'm going to aim for the top. With everything I've got!'

During the two weeks leading up to the Sports Festival, I trained -- and studied. I couldn't find out what events I'd have to deal with, but that didn't mean I couldn't prepare for the worst possible outcomes. And there was one thing I knew for sure I'd have to deal with: my fellow students.

Thankfully, Master's final gift was ready in time…

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We were in the warehouse again, although there was no practice today. Instead, I studied the trick gun, unloaded and reloaded it, and, satisfied that it was just like the one I'd practiced with, holstered it. "With this tool at your disposal, you should have no trouble at least reaching the final event of the Sports Festival," Master said. "Actually… I've decided not to use it."

I looked up at Master. He was sitting in a chair across from where I was standing, his face as unreadable as usual. "At least… not until I reach the final event. I want to keep the element of surprise. That way, I might…" my throat tightened, "… might actually have a chance of winning." "…" Distressed by his silence, I tried to explain myself, "If I end up having to fight someone with a strong quirk, like Todoroki or Iida, the gun will be useless if they know what's coming," my hand tapped the holstered gun, "Although… I'll still use the grapple, since I've already been using that."

"… Hmm." "...Master?" "I'm impressed. So you really believe you can win?" "Ah! Well. I mean," I jolted, blanching and gesturing wildly with my hands, "I… I think I might, if-" "-Good." "-Huh?"

Master stood from the chair he was sitting in, seeming to look up and out of the skylights. "When you first came here, you would've been satisfied just making it past the entrance exam and trying again another year. 'I am quirkless, after all' you would've said. Now…" He looked back at me, "you've really grasped the truth. … I'm proud of you."

That was the last thing I expected him to say at that moment. It… it made me happy. My blanch quickly became a blush. Then I remembered, "Oh! Um… I hope it's not too much to ask, but…" Master had turned to sit back in the chair again, but he stopped and looked back at me. I continued, "Any edge I can get will be helpful, right? So…

"May I have the plant tonight?"

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Master had allowed me to use the plant the night before the Festival. Even so, the size of the audience in the stadium was still unnerving.

I was a bit surprised Kacchan was the First Years' student representative, but Sero made a good point -- in that he had placed first in the entrance exam. "The hero course entrance exam, you mean," pointed out a girl from General Studies standing nearby us.

I wished I had more time to think about that, because my first thought was just 'Well, it is a hero school, right…?' But Kacchan was already on stage, ready to deliver the Athlete's Oath. He was stoic. Much more serious than I was used to seeing him. And with that neutral face, he said into the microphone, "The athlete's oath… Make no mistake about it. I'm gonna take first place!!"

The other students were understandably upset by that statement, but my brain was spinning. 'Confidence…? No…' Kacchan's expression didn't change as he walked back to his spot among the crowd. 'The old Kacchan… He definitely would've been smiling as he said that… He's pushing himself. Telling himself he can't lose.' I didn't dodge Kacchan's shoulder when he passed; I let him bump into me. Somehow, dodging it right then… would've felt like surrender. 'I need to be careful about him. His guard is up. Winning was never gonna be easy, but…'

Midnight, "without delay," announced that our first event would be an obstacle race "between every member of all eleven classes! The course is a four-kilometer lap around the stadium itself!" It was what she said next that stuck out to me -- something I was counting on, in fact. "Our school preaches freedom in all things! … Heh heh heh…

"So as long as you don't go off the course, anything is fair game!

"Racers, to your positions…" The lights above the starting gate turned off one-by-one. Ding… I looked at the size of the starting gate -- and the crowd in front of it. Ding… I measured where I was inside that crowd -- my hand grasped an object on my waist. Ding! Midnight yelled, "START!"

By the time Todoroki had frozen the ground, I had already grappled passed him. Unfortunately, my lead didn't last long; Todoroki was still faster than me on foot, thanks to his ice, and Kacchan blasted past me not long after.

The next obstacle turned out to be the zero-pointer robots from the hero entrance exam. My grapple was sufficient to get over the hulking ice monoliths Todoroki had made of them as well. As the robots crumbled behind me, I noticed a metal plate fall to the ground nearby. I grabbed it and fastened it to my back. 'I'm low on tools, since they didn't approve of many of my gadgets. This might be useful.'

Some of my classmates were falling farther behind than I'd expected. They were hesitating, too indecisive over whether to attack the robots or ignore them. Worried. Too afraid of getting injured to make the split-second decisions we needed to.

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I was on the ground again. It seemed like, no matter what strategy I tried, no matter how hard I thought about it, I just couldn't find a way to beat Kurogiri-sensei! He was always one step ahead, a split second faster!!

As Kurogiri stood over me, he revealed today's lesson, "Planning is important. You must always have a strategy, no matter how simple. However… when in a REAL battle, the most deciding factor… is boldness." He reached a hand out. I took it, and he pulled me to my feet. "That is why you must train to the point that these things become second nature. So that you don't need to decide to use them!"

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'Move! Keep moving!! By the skin of my teeth is fine. Just keep going!' A robot locked onto me. Grabbing the plate from my back, I swung it straight between the robot's upper and lower sections, breaking it in two and ending its pursuit. 'Works as a shield too… This thing's handy!'

Next was a section of tightropes above a canyon. I didn't pause in returning the plate to my back and grabbing my grapple-gun. It seemed to be my saving grace in this event. Definitely a good choice to bring with me. Once on the other side, I noticed a girl using a similar tactic as me -- but with some kind of special arrow-guns and hover boots… I smiled. 'Cool…'

Kacchan and Todoroki were still in the lead when I made it to the minefield. 'Nothing to grapple onto with just these fences on the sides…' I paused for the first time, looking around, analyzing my surroundings to find the best strategy.

'There are lots of mines nearby me. Anti-personnel mines should only be 14-15 cm down -- I could dig 'em up with the plate…' I had a crazy idea, and no time to second-guess it. I swallowed nervously while pulling out the metal plate again. 'Taking a page from your book, Kacchan!'

After making a pile of the thankfully-not-too-powerful bombs, I held the plate in front of me, braced myself, aimed -- and jumped down onto them, metal-plate-first.

To my -- and everyone else's -- surprise, it worked. I went shooting passed Todoroki and Kacchan! 'Now to stick the landing…' But the two leaders were already catching back up!

'Passing them again will be impossible!! This is my one chance!! I gotta stay in the lead!!' Trusting my instincts again, I tightened my grip on the wires holding me onto the plate, let myself flip over and separate from it, and, once close enough to the ground, aimed- -and SLAMMED the plate onto a cluster of bombs. I shot forward again just in time -- with just enough of a lead to make it through the finish line in first place!

Present Mic -- and the rest of the audience! -- went wild. "THE QUIRKLESS KID IS IN FIRST PLACE!?! WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS!" "He's one you shouldn't underestimate. The fact he even made it into U.A.'s hero course should tell you that kid is practically the definition of Plus Ultra." "IS THAT A HINT OF PRIDE I HEAR IN YOUR VOICE, AIZAWA? ISN'T HE ONE OF YOUR STUDENTS?!"

Quivering from exhaustion, Uraraka walked up to me, Iida not far behind her. "Deku…! That was awesome!" "To lose a race, of all things, with my quirk… And to someone without any quirk at all!" Iida lamented, "It's clear I still have progress to make…!"

Todoroki walked up to me with purpose in his step. I stood up straighter instinctively. He paused -- then bowed his head. "Well done."

And like that, he just walked away again.

Before I had time to process that, Uraraka got up in my face, "First place, though! Man, I'm jealous!" I blushed. 'So close…!' "Aw, nah… It was -- well, it wasn't luck, exactly, but I mean… if I'd gotten unlucky…"

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All For One watched the camera feed interestedly. Everything was going remarkably well.

"If this keeps up, I might not need to use that after all…" He switched cameras to get a better view of Midoriya's face. The boy looked ecstatic. "He's practically caught in a dream. His perfect fantasy. Good…"

He switched again, this time to a view of All Might, watching from the audience. "The higher he gets in this competition…" One of his underlings sat down behind All Might. More -- so many more -- were visible in the crowd, spread through the entire stadium. "The harder he'll FALL."

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lemillionism · 5 years

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“ I MAY NOT BE SMART – ”

#open.#mirio: is actually quite intelligent #also mirio: gives off big dumbass energy #quirkless. ( NOTHING I’VE DONE UP TO NOW WILL EVER BE USELESS! I WILL ALWAYS BE LEMILLION! )

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plusonetm · 4 years

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My original draft got eaten by the tumblr drafts so now it's gone forever. I've just written my Hagakure and Momo shiz 2.0 and I just queued this for whenever, so accept my angsty lesbians please.

Toru never wanted to fall in love, never even thought about it

She never even realised she'd fallen so deep, not until she was neck deep.

She didn't realise, not when she started thinking about Momo, day in day out. Not when she started buying things that reminded her of the other, as if it'd actually get her closer to the girl. Not when she started craving something more than friendship.

She didn't realize it when she stared gloomily at her own ranking in the class, comparing it to the Momo's and instead of jealousy, she'd feel a swell of admiration... and maybe something more

She didn't realize it when Momo's distinct smell of lemongrass, with a tint of a sleepy afternoon, became her favourite scent.

She didn't realize it when she'd light up the moment Momo was mentioned, like a switch in her bein flipped at the mere mention.

She'd been in denial back then, refusing to believe she'd been so foolish as to fall for the one person she couldn't have. For how could she? With a quirk as useless, as stupid, as hers, how could she expect Momo to love her back?

How could she think that she, nothing but an invisible form, could ever stand a chance with Momo?

How could she ever let herself think that Momo, one blessed with everything anyone would ever want, would ever even consider her?

How could she let herself live in an idiot's fantasy like that when she knew it was impossible even in her silly daydreams?

It was the truth, and nothing but the truth. Momo was everything she'd ever dreamed of, beautiful, intelligent, absolutely breathtaking in every way.

And her? Toru was nothing but floating fabric, wasn't she?

Momo wasn't just out of her league, she was out of Toru's world entirely.

Toru knew, saw it with her own eyes, how Momo was blind to her own beauty

It was scandalous how she'd undermine herself so much, it made Toru's blood boil in a way much different from anger.

All Toru wanted was to hold the other in her arms, be with her in warmth instead of sight, whisper comfort and reassurance into her ear.

She wanted her touches to linger, wanted Momo to memorise her scent like she'd done hers, wanted to leave any effect on Momo at all.

She wanted early mornings together, soft kisses when no one was looking, awkward laughs.

She wanted Momo

But she couldn't

She couldn't have any of that. Not when Momo barely remembered her name, not when she was no more than a distant admirer, not when she was invisible.

It hurt, of course it did. It hurt and it would always hurt

She saw galaxies in Momo's eyes and heard moonlight in her voice. She couldn't imagine a more beautiful world than the one where she was by her side, hand held in hand.

Her heart ached, the hollowed feeling in her chest eating her from the inside out. And yet, it felt oddly good to hurt.

It hurt, hurt so bad. Momo reminded her of all the good things she'd ever known, the birthdays, the storytimes, the autumn evenings. Momo was all the good things she'd ever known.

But to Momo, she was nothing at all.

And that was it. Toru had made the mistake of letting her heart yearn for one she could not have, and it would be her downfall. There was no more than that.

There was no happy ending. No giggly afternoons spent pranking others, no secret hand holding under the table, no passionate kisses under the rain.

All that was left was one girl, broken heart in her hands. But no one could see that, could they? Not even the one responsible for the shattered heart in her hands could see the torture she'd caused. No one would ever see the tears brimming her eyes, scalding hot. No one would ever notice the remains of her love and decide to glue it back together because they'd never see her.

Sometimes, Toru wishes she was quirkless.

She wonders what she'd look like. Would she have blue eyes that'd make Momo swoon? Would she have warm, soft brown hair that Momo would want to run her fingers through? Would she have the same pink, pretty lips that she sees on Momo every day?

Would her crying be visually hurtful enough for Momo to give her a chance?

Would she be enough?

Fate is cruel.

Toru knows that. She knows that no matter what quirk she'd gotten she'd still be invisible in all the ways that mattered.

She knows that having the most beautiful of eyes, the most charming of smiles and the most stunning of a body she could have wouldn't earn her a place in Momo's heart.

She'd always just be her, after all.

And Momo would never love her.

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astreetcarnamedwynn · 5 years

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bnha rewatch: episodes 6-8

In which I dive deep into Bakugou’s head, how society has helped warp him into the asshole that he is at the start of the show, and how he is schooled by Aizawa, All Might, Momo, Todoroki, and especially Midoriya to start his path to becoming a hero. Prepare yourself. I love Angry Explosion Boy and his fraught bond with Midoriya, so there are a lot of words here. If you’d like to read my thoughts about prior episodes, click on the ‘bnha rewatch’ tag. I’m also posting them on AO3; you can find the link to my account at the top of my Tumblr.

“Rage You Damn Nerd,” “Deku vs. Kacchan,” and “Bakugou’s Start Line”

Episode eight’s title (“Bakugo’s Start Line”) defines this set of episodes as it is this set that dive headfirst into Bakugou’s primary arc for the first three seasons. Part of Midoriya’s arc so far is to have the curtain pulled back on the hero world so he can learn the harsh truth of it (exemplified primarily by Toshinori in his true form and by Aizawa as well). This knowledge will likely help him to become an even greater hero than All Might, who saved people and provided them a sense of safety, but who also bears responsibility for skewing heroics into a singular, spectacular show. I doubt Midoriya will ever be a performative hero like Toshinori is with All Might. Though Midoriya has a mask with his costume (the bunny ears and mouth guard, i.e. the All Might components to the costume), it’s been consistently forgotten or destroyed. Midoriya as a hero is Midoriya himself. It’s why his hero name is Deku, after all, and not some pseudonym that highlights his powers or some other flashy attribute.

Bakugou’s arc reflects Midoriya’s. If Fanboy Midoriya at the start of the story reflects society’s warped view of heroism (utterly dazzled by the RAZZLE DAZZLE show aspect of heroing that I’ve discussed previously with All Might and Mic), then Bakugou reflects the product of such a society and its warped view. Bakugou’s sense of himself and his place in the world is largely shaped by society and its twisted views on quirks and heroism. This is not to say that Bakugou does not bear responsibility for his beliefs and his actions. He does. It’s just that those beliefs, which prompted many of those actions, were not the product of himself alone.

It’s notable that, before Bakugou got his quirk, Midoriya describes him as confident: “It seemed like [Bakugou] could do anything. No matter what he decided to do, he was always so confident.” This confidence changes after Bakugou receives his quirk. Bakugou changes after he receives his quirk, and it’s due in part to society’s twisted view of quirks (and thus to his twisted view of quirks as he has grown up in and been influenced by this society).

A side note → This is another place we can hold Toshinori partially at fault for how society and its view on quirks and heroism has developed. He’s kept the nature of his power secret from everyone. In episode eight, Recovery Girl confronts him about this: “Does it really matter if you were born with your quirk? Do you have to be the symbol of peace? Is it that important?” He says yes, proclaiming that, if people knew this power could be passed from one person to another, the temptation of it would become too great. This is likely true. This is a society that reveres power, after all. We see this in the first episode when one of the bystanders in the opening fight wishes he had a powerful quirk like Death Arms does. However, Toshinori keeping the true nature of his power a secret also upholds this reverence for “natural power,” meaning it upholds the idea of judging someone’s worth based on the quirk they inherit, rather than on their other qualities. Toshinori’s secret has contributed to the society in which Midoriya is deemed useless and worthless due to his quirklessness. This is why I think that the truth of Midoriya’s quirk will be revealed to society as a whole, and this revelation will rock society and change it for the better. It’s not “luck” or “destiny” that matters, meaning it’s not the quirk you inherit that is important. It’s the effort you put forth, how you use that power, the kind of person you are that counts the most.

As Toshinori tells Midoriya, there’s a difference between being lucky and deserving: the first is an accident and the latter is one you earn through effort.

Back to Bakugou → The fabulous montage in episode seven (“Deku vs. Kacchan”) shows how society’s reverence for quirks and power inflate his ego. Kids and adults, including his teachers, constantly praise him (“a flashy quirk for a future hero”), and young Bakugou comes to believe this wholly: “I am amazing. I bet there’s no one as great as I am!” To Bakugou (and to society) he has an awesome quirk, which means that he himself is awesome (although he did absolutely nothing to receive this quirk, it being determined by luck and genetics). Bakugou’s life up until his abduction by the sludge villain reinforces this. The first scene we see of him in his middle school classroom shows this most clearly. He blows up Midoriya’s desk and threatens him with an explosion (he looms over Midoriya, who cowers on the floor, with smoking hands), AND HIS TEACHER DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO STOP HIM. His bad behavior is condoned by society because he has a good quirk.

Contrast this to the first class Bakugou has at UA (seen at the start of “Rage You Damn Nerd”). He does as he has in the past- he threatens Midoriya with his quirk when he gets angry- and yet here Aizawa shuts him down immediately. This begins the crucial second step of “Bakugou Gets His Twisted Illusions about Himself, Quirks, and Heroics Stripped Away until He’s Confronted with the Truth of All Things (and of All Might).” The first step, of course, was the sludge villain and Midoriya (“useless Deku”) helping to save him, which rocked his views of himself and of Midoriya too, which he uses to reinforce his view of himself. In this second step, not only is Bakugou forced to deal with adults who chastise him for doing as he’s always done (Aizawa and then All Might, who calls him out on his inflated pride), he’s forced to deal with the even more shocking fact that the feature upon which he’s built his entire sense of self-worth (his quirk) may not be all that it’s cracked up to be.

See Momo, Todoroki, and Midoriya (here representing the head, hand, and heart- or intelligence, power, and character).

I think it’s important that the characters who cause Bakugou to reasses are two of the four who got into the hero program on recommendations (and thus are “better” than Bakugou) and the one who (in his view) should not even be there. The ‘best’ beat him (Momo intellectually and Todoroki with his power), and the ‘worst’ beats him (Midoriya in the heroes vs. villains match up) as well. I don’t think one by themselves would have such the profound impact that both have on Bakugou.

Momo criticizes Bakugou for his grenade blast, the massive display of power that he wielded in the match. The grenade blast displays the utter power of his quirk. It’s supposed to be both effective and impressive, yet to Momo, it’s neither. All that move showed was Bakugou’s lack of good judgment, a point reinforced by All Might when he chastises Bakugou for using it and says he’ll be penalized if he does it again. How much must that burn for Bakugou: his first interaction with his idol, and his idol criticizes, rather than praises, him.

And then Todoroki. He beat his opposing team BY HIMSELF in less than a minute. Bakugou spent the entire 15 minutes of his allotted time fighting “quirkless, useless Deku,” AND HE LOST. Momo and Todoroki (and Aizawa and All Might) show how the way that Bakugou has operated before as well as the tools of his operation (his quirk) are insufficient.

Side note → I find it interesting that what finally pulls Todoroki into the narrative is Bakugou, not Midoriya. The first time Todoroki speaks in the show is when Bakugou finally demonstrates how skilled he is with his quirk, when he pivots midair over Midoriya in their one-on-one fight to blast Midoriya in the back. Todoroki says of Bakugou, “He doesn’t come off as a guy with a strategy, but he’s actually quite intelligent… very clever.”

Back to Bakugou. If he’s been schooled so far at UA by Aizawa, All Might, Momo, and Todoroki, his most significant schooling comes from the source of his first schooling: Midoriya. He’s right at the end of episode eight when he says that Midoriya humiliated him. Midoriya, obviously, does not do this intentionally. He wanted to beat Bakugou, not beat him down. But beating him IS beating him down in Bakugou’s mind. For the majority of their time, Midoriya (without his quirk, thus as ‘quirkless, useless Deku’) outsmarts Bakugou. He predicts Bakugou’s opening right hook and flips him flat on his back, he nearly captures Bakugou with the capture tape, he successfully evades Bakugou for a significant chunk of time. In fact, Bakugou only gets the upper hand after he goes FULL QUIRK with his grenade blast. But even after this Midoriya humiliates him because, for Bakugou, this has been ALL ABOUT DEKU, but for Midoriya, this has ultimately been about winning the match (Bakugou to Midoriya as he’s talking to Uraraka on the comm: “Are you ignoring me again? I’ll get your attention”). How much must that vex Bakugou? The first reminiscence of his that we get is of Midoriya trailing after him with a look of utter adoration in his eyes, and now he’s not even top priority for Midoriya any more.

The reason he gives for hating Midoriya is tied to this as well. Bakugou flashes back to the first time Midoriya stands up to him (what we see in the first few minutes of the first episode). Here, not only is Midoriya NOT fawning all over Bakugou and his explosive perfection, he’s daring to criticize Bakugou for his bad behavior. Midoriya is one of the few people in these opening episodes (either in the present or in the flashbacks) that criticizes Bakugou for his behavior (Bakugou’s lackeys do it seconds before the sludge villain is set free, calling him out for his harsh bullying of Midoriya, but they didn’t try to stop him as he was doing it, not like Midoriya does in the flashback). To Bakugou, the least important and significant of society, quirkless and thus useless Deku, dares to criticize him, the most gifted and awesome of anyone he knows. It’s easy to see how he twists this into Midoriya thinking that he’s better than Bakugou. If Midoriya didn’t think he was better than Bakugou, he wouldn’t be criticizing him. He’d be fawning all over him as everyone else does.

The irony is that Midoriya DOES revere Bakugou, but he does so in spite of Bakugou’s flaws, not because Bakugou lacks any flaws altogether.

To Bakugou, this incorrect belief that he has of Midoriya thinking he’s better than him is reinforced by the revelation of Midoriya’s quirk. Midoriya mentions in the third episode how no one thinks quirks can be passed on the way that One for All is passed along. Knowing this, he proclaims, would force society to completely rethink everything it knows and thinks about quirks. So of course Bakugou thinks that Midoriya just kept his quirk a secret from him. This becomes then either Midoriya not thinking that Bakugou was worth telling, or that Midoriya was just laughing at him and his cluelessness the entire time they knew each other. In no way does Bakugou think that Midoriya wouldn’t tell him of his “secret quirk” because he’s treated Midoriya like dirt nearly his entire life. To Bakugou, the fault lies with Midoriya, not with himself. To admit that would be to admit that his entire sense of self is wrong, that HE is wrong. Which he is and thankfully, eventually, begins to learn, starting here.

Just a few words on Midoriya in these episodes. If it’s vitally important for Bakugou in the long run that Midoriya beats him, it’s equally as important for Midoriya. All Might recognizes this and (foolishly as a teacher, but feelingly as a mentor) lets the wild fight progress. Bakugou at this point represents both the worst and the best for Midoriya. Bakugou is the worst in his constant dismissal of Midoriya as useless and worthless because he doesn’t have a quirk. For Midoriya to go toe-to-toe with Bakugou for so long in this match without using his quirk is an important step in him building his self-confidence. He CAN do it. He’s not useless Deku anymore. Deku is the name of a hero. Additionally, Bakugou represents the best for Midoriya. He came in first in the entrance exam (and likely the quirk assessment test too). As Midoriya tells Uraraka, Bakugou’s “strength and confidence and ambition, not to mention his quirk, they’re so much greater than mine… but that just means I have to do better.” Qurikless Midoriya needed to prove that he could against Bakugou. Quirked Midoriya needs to do the same. Deku is the name of a hero.

The only way he can do that at this point though is reckless self-sacrifice, which many people call out, including Momo and Recovery Girl. That is not sustainable, as Aizawa said in episode five. What use is such power if Midoriya is rendered useless after one punch? Just as Bakugou’s big blast was reckless and stupid, so too was Midoriya’s. They may have allowed both of them to accomplish their short term goals, but in the long term such actions will only result in their self-destruction. Thankfully, both will learn.

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