#touya quirk disease au

[shibaraki]

OUR MOURNING GLORY ┊ TODOROKI TOUYA

synopsis: everything born in his body will eventually outgrow it. his love for you should be no different.

tags: GN reader, hanahaki au, strangers to friends to lovers, falling in love, requited unrequited feelings, quirkless reader, villain dabi, vomiting, hanahaki as a chronic illness, quirkless discrimination, lack of self worth, hurt + comfort, mild body horror, morally ambiguous reader, first kisses, very hopeful ending (<- I prommy lol)

wc: 5.4K

A/N: now with lovely cover art from momo! thank you so much!

Dabi really fucking hates doctors, has since he was a kid.

They’re too sterile. The strong antiseptic smell burned his sinuses and being surrounded by entirely white walls set him on edge. As though he had been deposited into a liminal space where time does not exist. A cacophony of suffering, incessant beeping, wheels rolling on old gurneys, echoed footsteps, all coalescing into prickly white noise.

Finding a place that would actually treat him was a hell in and of itself. Bigger hospitals and university medical centres weren’t viable options, given how beefed up security usually was. Seedy back-alley places existed in the areas he liked to haunt, but even the thought of stepping foot into one gave him sepsis.

Quirkless clinics were rare. Most that existed ran out of funding— the government saw no reason to care for a dying species. If you didn’t have a quirk then you had it bad. Citizens were legally required to have it listed under a disability on their medical records, and it wasn’t uncommon for people to be turned away in the emergency room because of it.

Dabi almost walked away that first night. As bad of a guy as he is, there was something inherently wrong about infringing on space that did not belong to him. But you had stepped out into the street for a break, jacket pulled close to your chest, took one look at the blood dried to his cheeks and rallied him inside.

He finds himself back here again, for the nth time. Today makes it an entire year since he met you, and ten full months since he coughed up that first bud. A mild inconvenience turned into an invasive bloom.

“…Hanahaki is a serious disease. It is a condition where vine-like buildup in your airways forms into buds, eventually flowering into…”

Morning glories. Buds of deep-blue, trumpet-shaped blossoms and leafy stems. The delicate petals taste surprisingly bitter, with a bite that lingers in the fissures between his molars after it has been ground into thin paste and swallowed. He had long since gotten used to the astringency— drying his throat, twisting his stomach.

“…At best it causes severe breathing difficulties and discomfort. Worst case scenario, it can be fatal…”

In the beginning he thought it would pass. Dabi has endured sickness all his life and a cough wasn’t about to stop his long laid plans. But it worsened, mutated into something he could not control. He remembers sitting in your bathroom on the toilet lid, the little blue burgeon rolling in the shallow of his palm. It’d been covered in bloody mucus, but still a pip, still harmless.

Any sane person might have been afraid at that moment, realising what fate awaited them. Dabi, however, felt oddly resigned. One in one hundred million. Of course this would happen to him. Death clung to him everywhere he went.

“Dabi, are you listening?”

Doctor Tereda had been the one to stitch him up back then. A quack with a near useless cell activation quirk and glasses lenses thick enough for a bullet to bounce off. You’d dragged him into her office, sat him on the bed with surprising strength, and she attended to him no questions asked.

Dabi tried not to make a habit of visiting one place too often, but between your pleading eyes and his rapidly worsening health, he ended up back in her office more times than he cared to.

He makes a noncommittal sound.

“As a medical professional I must strongly advise you to talk to the individual these feelings have bloomed for,” Terada says. Dabi does not like the sympathetic pinch in her brow. “That is the least invasive option”.

Prying open his chest and baring himself to you seems pretty damn invasive. “Not happening,” he mutters airily.

There’s a sense of satisfaction when her frown strains with frustration. Her glasses slip down the bridge of her nose. “Your case is incredibly advanced. It may be your only chance to tell—”

“You got something wrong with your ears?” he interrupts. The stitches beneath his eyes sting, pulled taut by his glare. “I said no”.

Tereda sighs and turns to her screen, pushing her frames back up. The keyboard clicks under her fingers. Every computer here was ancient, their systems totally outdated, but they made do.

“You have two more options. The best results are produced if both treatments are done together,” she explains. “First is surgery. You’ll be put under general anaesthesia and the disease will be removed along with some surrounding tissue in the lungs for biopsy. Memories of the loved one are usually lost”.

Dabi slouched to feign disinterest, betrayed by the restless bounce of his knee, “And?”

“Your second option is to attend an interpersonal psychotherapy programme,” she lifts her hand to silence him before he can interject. “This is highly recommended to patients after surgery to prevent relapse. But you can do it regardless, as it is helpful in reducing your symptoms, and while the disease becomes chronic, it is more manageable”.

Dabi’s jaw shifts as he grits his teeth, pulling at the staples by his mouth, “Calling me fucking crazy now, eh Doc?”

“No,” she replies cooly, schooling her features into something kinder. “As people we underestimate the influence our mental well being has over our physical condition. Hanahaki disease is rare, yes. But over a quarter of all cases are found to be psychosomatic”.

Dabi laughs dryly and brings a fist down hard, smoke squeezed from between his knuckles marred the desk with black. “So this is of my own making, is that what you’re saying?”

“This isn’t something you plant into yourself, Dabi. It isn’t your fault and I could be completely wrong. I’m not all knowing, I’m just a doctor,” a smooth hand is placed over top of his own in effort to comfort, “But torturing yourself will only feed it”.

He scrambles to his feet, the chair legs scraping piercingly across the tile, and snatches his fist back to hold behind his back. The doctor levels him with a sad, soft look, her upper body still leaned across the table.

“If you leave this as it is it will only hurt you. It is already hurting you,” Tereda continues critically. “We can mitigate this, Dabi. Before it kills you”.

That unearths some ill-gotten memory from the recesses of his brain. A film strip he replays often in solitude; the day Endeavor sat him down and told him he shouldn’t use his quirk anymore. At first it was a fatherly suggestion, unnaturally low and soft. “You should stop. It’s hurting you, Touya,” as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

That never made sense to him. In training they used to focus on fire, usually— on intensifying his flame power— but on occasion they would spar. Between poor footing and wrong steps, Endeavour always reprimanded tears and quick surrender.

“But it hurts…”

“Strong heroes fight through pain,” he said. “The world does not stop just because you are crying. Get up! Or are you weak?”

Touya took it to heart, back then. Clenched his chubby little fists tight and got to his feet with a wobbly snarl on his damp, swollen face.

Young minds are impressionable and his own had already been moulded by the very hands on his shoulders. Endeavour’s fingers had held on tight, dwarfing Touya’s frame; heat soaking through his shirt from those searing palms and the sting of old wounds had been enough to keep him grounded in reality. You should stop this. It’s hurting you.

Those words festered and ate away at his soul like an infection. Giving up was against everything he knew— and against everything Endeavor told him a hero should be. It was not an option he was willing to take, and so Touya trudged forward, just as he was taught.

Eventually Endeavour’s words evolved into demand. He became furious. Touya became accustomed to long sleeves and learned how to treat burns alone. Hands made for saving left oval shaped bruises and finger painted the entire family.

How do you abandon something stitched into the very fabric of your being? Being the Number One hero was his hereditary purpose. His father gave up on him so readily but Touya would have rather died than surrender when it got tough. Giving it up would be dying all the same.

Pain was a toll necessary for growth. He grew until his ambition and greed swallowed him whole. And now, there was you. A garden of weeds in his lungs. You were rooted into the capillaries and harvesting his yearning. Every time he coughed it felt like self immolation; a cruel cycle he can not stop repeating.

Hanahaki discriminates. It happens to those who feel deeply, people whose hearts are hemmed by the ones they love. Dabi is selfish but more than that he is lonely, and you’re the one good thing he has in this shit hole.

Accepting the surgery would just be another loss. A surrender. It wouldn’t matter in the grand scheme of things; Dabi is going to die either way. A walking corpse. Skin, esophagus, tear ducts, tissue— his fire burns all of it. Deep within him, eating away at his soft insides like dry grass. And what withstands that heat are the seeds you have unknowingly sown.

There is something disturbingly satisfying about carrying a piece of you to the grave with him, flowers proliferating around the earth that houses him. Call him twisted. It isn’t as if he’s unaware he’s got a few loose screws— he also has no desire to get better.

The silence is broken by the quiet scratch of pen to paper. Doctor Tereda offers a thin smile and slides a prescription across the table, signed and ready to be collected. “Here. This should help with the pain for at least a week or two. We know how easily you burn through medication so… don’t take too long to make your decision,” she hesitates before shaking her head. “And go to the emergency room if your breathing worsens”.

Dabi eyes her suspiciously, grabbing the slip and shoving it into his coat pocket. Worrying at his lower lip he offers her a short nod, the ‘thanks’ implied.

As he turns and makes his way toward the door, Dabi pauses just before turning the handle. He doesn’t look back as he mutters, “Keep this to yourself, yeah? That means no putting it on my records”.

Tereda hums curiously, “No one else has access to your records”.

He scoffed, turning his wrist and pulling the old door to demonstrate his point; a groan reverberates throughout the room as it opens, “Yeah right. This is hardly a fine establishment”.

“I resent that!”

Dabi strides through the familiar corridor toward the waiting room, ignoring Tereda’s indignant shout. He wasn’t off the mark about how shoddy the place is— atleast, in comparison to other medical centres. The building is small and narrow. It was built during the pre quirk era and handed off to the quirkless by the government to honour their status. The whole thing stank of ridicule and it pissed him off the more he thought about it.

You’re exactly where he expects you to be. Sitting pretty at your desk, twiddling your thumbs, keeping watch over the empty space and quietly mumbling some melody from Mount Lady’s latest hair care advert over the unremitting whirr of the fan above.

A laugh bubbles in his chest, drawing your attention, and it chokes him in effort to smother the sound. You are alarmingly predictable. There, plain as day on your computer screen, are his supposedly secure medical records.

Dabi pressed the heel of his hand to his sternum as he violently coughed. You’re talking to him now, on your feet and rubbing along his back. A viscous lump of petals forces its way into his throat and he feels his quirk react. Still, you don’t pull away.

“Deep breath,” God, that’d be nice. “You’re okay. I’ll get you some water,” Don't go.

You stop and let him drag you back by the wrist. He rights himself on his feet and forces the flowers down. “I’m—” bile stings the back of his mouth and he gags, turning his face into his coat collar to hide a grimace.

Dabi exhales and it sounds so thin. “Fuck. I’m fine. Don’t start,” he croaks, hardly convincing. Rooting through his pocket, he shoves his prescription slip forward to distract you, the paper crumpled into a small ball. “Doc gave me a prescription. It’s just a chest infection”.

He lingers and observes as you unwrinkle it. You’re careful to smooth out each corner and wrinkle. The tension swells as the silence stretches. He tempers the urge to snatch it back.

You squint at him, “A dosage this high for a chest infection?”

He shrugs and reaches over his head to yank his coat hood forward. “Doctor’s orders”.

After a beat, you relent and glance over to give him an exasperated smile, “Whatever. As long as it helps clear your lungs. You freaked me out last night with all that wheezing”.

You begin switching off your monitors, patting down at your pockets for the keys. To synchronise with the end of your shift, Dabi purposely chose the last appointment. That was another thing he has been doing a lot— trying to fit his life around yours.

“Watching me sleep now, perv?”

“Yeah. I love when a guy sounds like a punctured squeaky toy, really gets me worked up,” you drawl, falling in line with him after turning off the lights and checking the locks. Tereda would close up the rest.

You brought a tonal shift to his life he couldn’t have anticipated; enough that he regularly spent nights crashing on your couch to wait out the bad weather. There was something about you from the beginning that he couldn’t put a finger on. Nothing as simple as your attractiveness— you had a good heart, but not by society's standards, much like Twice.

A quick internet search would pull up listings of buildings he had burned and the trail of bodies left in his wake. But it didn’t matter. Villain, vigilante, hero, a person is a person, even him.

That first meeting, winter settling in, you admitted to him you were quirkless. A shitty olive branch effort, he’s sure. That whole instinctual radar that comes with being a misfit in this world. You left a strong impression. He recalls how he gave you the name Dabi, cackling harshly as if he were leaving you with a ticking time bomb, and you simply said: “Maybe I’ll see you again. Hopefully without all the blood, next time”.

He latched on and desperately wanted to hate you for it. Yet your arm is linking through his once again, pressed close to his side as the rain hammers down onto the empty street, and everything he can’t bring himself to say has taken root in his windpipe.

“Wanna come up?”

“For coffee?” he swipes his tongue over his teeth, raising a suggestive brow. Your offer is as innocent as it always is, and the sight of you flustered is as welcome as ever.

“Tea, actually,” is your poorly veiled response.

Dabi knows he’s getting too comfortable. You might be quirkless but you’re not stupid. Infact, at times you’re unsettlingly perceptive; his only mercy is that you are too nice to pry.

He should tell you ‘no’. Giran could probably set him up. He might even get away with crashing at the bar. Instead he says, “Not like I’ve got anywhere else to be”.

Your apartment building is nothing to write home about. Slightly run down, maintained by residents rather than their pig landlords. It stands shorter than the neighbouring buildings, the entire right side eaten by withered wisteria. Nobody bats an eyelid at his appearance in a place like this.

Inside is a mirror of the outside. Unremarkable in every way, yet he feels remarkably at home. You go in first, kicking off your shoes without bothering to line them up, waddling to the narrow linen closet in the hallway. You’ve managed to cram a dryer right beneath the shelves, since there was barely any space elsewhere.

“I can grab you something to wear while I put our stuff on a spin”.

The rain sticks to his forehead, thin streaks of black dye running down his temple. Grinning, you hand him an old towel, already stained and fraying at the hem, “You look harmless like this. Like a wet cat”.

He pats carelessly at his face while shucking off his coat. The nerves are long dead and it’s painless. You squawk when the heavy fabric hits the genkan floor with a wet slap. “Dabi!”

“That’s what you get,” he rolls his neck and bends to untie his boots, the towel thrown over his shoulder. “Harmless. I burned down a money laundering front just a few hours ago”.

“I saw it on the news. You’re such a dickhead,” you laugh, heading into the kitchenette. “There was no good reason for you to melt the asphalt of that entire city block”.

A smile works its way onto his face. Gross. “Can’t have them mistaking me for a good guy”.

“You are a good guy”.

“You’re delusional,” he shoots back, an unbearable fondness swelling in his chest. The pressure is the worst part. Spools of vine and leafy green pierced into lung tissue, stems squeezing through his rib cage.

You’ve been staring at him for too long. That sweet smile hasn’t wavered. Dabi clears his throat, first to dispel the awkwardness he feels and then again as a stray petal sticks to his throat. It brushes against his tonsils and he quickly covers his mouth.

“Sure you’re okay?” your voice is quiet, testing the waters.

A fingernail catches on a staple by his chin as his hand drags down his face, answering on an exhale, “Fine. Stop asking. Didn’t you say something about tea?”

“Can’t help it,” you huff, shutting the overhead cupboard with too much force. "You’re not a good liar, you know”.

Dabi gives a dismissive wave and heads over to the couch. The distance is barely four strides but he manages to unbuckle his belt, jeans unbuttoned and falling loose around his hips. Kicking them off with little to no grace, your eyes are heavy on his back as he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it at the laundry pile tucked away near your bathroom.

The quaint studio can barely house you, never mind him. Dabi was always small for his age but here it feels like he could stretch and touch every wall.

You’re moving in his periphery, following his lead and gradually revealing swaths of bare skin. You’ve seen him half naked before, in the clinic, but never the reverse. Dabi swallows thickly, ignoring the intimate atmosphere he unintentionally created. The kettle is electric and he takes comfort in the loud gurgling sound that comes with it, fixing his gaze on the blank TV screen.

“You can turn it on, you know. You are allowed,” you coaxed, voice warm and teasing. You’ve rummaged through the pile of clothes and found a hoodie that falls below your hips. “Or are you just going to sit there with your dick out?”

“You fucking wish,” he objected, reaching for the remote. Is it? His eyes fall to his lap. No, it isn’t.

He slouches, reclining into the cushions as some old rerun of Mighty Man plays. “Hey,” idly picking at a loose thread, he asks, “do you get many people come through with hanahaki?”

That gives you pause, and immediately he regrets asking. It’s hardly a common question. Hell, a good percentage of the population thought it to be an old wives tale, even in the wake of quirks. There was no plausible excuse as to why it would be on his mind.

Cautious in your approach, you stop by the couch with a steaming mug cradled in your hands. He sees those naked thighs, soft and uniquely yours. “Is… is that why you’ve been coughing?”

“No,” Dabi scoffs. In one forceful yank he rips the seam open and watches the foam innards spill out. You linger, weight shifting between your feet, and irritation prickles under his skin. “Who the hell do you think I would be chucking up flowers for? Not like I’ve got friends”.

Your shoulders lose tension and he tries not to think too hard about it; he doesn’t want to know. He feels his own airways clear at the sound of your laughter, “I dunno. Stain, maybe?”

Pursing his lips, he sucks back the copper from between his teeth, “Fuck you”. You try to smile. You pass his tea and he forgoes the handle. The warmth of the mug seemed to seep into his bones and ease the ache.

“Right right. Big bad villain. I forgot you’re supposed to be an empty husk without a heart,” you teased, sitting unnecessarily close and burying your feet beneath his thigh, careful not to touch his staples. The hoodie slips and pools around your hips. Dabi’s throat constricts as his body goes rigid. “Ah shit. Are my toes cold? Want me to grab a blanket?”

Forcing himself lax he clicks his tongue and tastes iron, grip tightening on his mug as he brings it to his lips. “Doesn’t matter. I run cold anyway”.

The tea is soothing. Sweet for a ginger tea— brown sugar, maybe. You must’ve boiled it for his sore throat. Molasses swirl on his tongue. They wash down the blood and clean his palette. A smooth, mellowed out aroma fills his senses and overpowers the delicate anise fragrance lingering at the back of his throat.

You concede, tucking your knees under your chin and regarding him with that look again. The one that feels as if you’re reading him like a page in a book. He has never been the type to worry about appearances but when it’s you he can’t help wondering what you think of him.

A cartoonish explosion fills the room with streams of orange and yellow as the episode comes to the halfway point. The light paints your silhouette gold, reflecting in your irises as they retract from the brightness.

Taking another gulp, he winced at the sharp twist in his chest. Two weeks was generous and Tereda knew it. He’s already vomiting full flowers. Corpses make for fertile soil, apparently. He read that somewhere online while he searched for information on morning glories; you are fast growing and frost tender.

A soft note breaks the silence and your toes start to wriggle. “I can hear you thinking. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Despite what you thought, he was a good liar. To those around him but most of all to himself. This is when he should retaliate with a biting comment and keep the equilibrium. He would, if not for the wave of heat that rolls through him at your words, and how obviously you felt it displace the air.

Dabi can lie. His body can not.

“Just that thing you said earlier, about being an empty husk,” he begins, bringing the warm mug to rest against his sternum, incognisant to the ring of heat stinging his skin.

Your expression wanes with regret and he hates it. “I was joking—”

“If you say sorry I’ll burn your couch to a crisp,” he fumes. Vulnerability made him defensive. Angry. It felt like cold air blowing on exposed muscle. “Didn’t ask for a meaningless apology”.

Deep in the cavity of his ribs another bud unfurls. Your patience with him is not endless but it is more than he deserves.

“Then what are you asking?”

Nausea curdled in his stomach. He feels it climb his gullet. “Guess I wondered what you really thought”.

“About…?”

He snarls, hackles raised. “Do I have to spell it out?”

A few beats pass. Your answer comes in a gentle murmur. “Well, our capacity to hate reflects our capacity to love. So, yeah. I do think you’ve got a pretty big heart. It’s just a bit bruised up”.

“Jesus,” he mutters. The worst part is you’re being entirely honest. His knees spread as his hips shift, the after credits begin to roll and reflect off the sutures around his thighs. It reminds him that he is half naked, literally and figuratively. “Forget I said anything. I need a smoke”.

“No smoking,” you bat lightly at his shoulder. “Not until you’re better. If I catch you I’ll kill you before that cough does”.

And isn’t that fucking hilarious.

Pressure prickles behind his eyes that he can never relieve. There’s a florid mass in his thoat; his pulse is thrumming now, singing in his ears. He needs to throw up.

You shout after him as he stumbles over toward your bathroom. He slams the door behind him, hears you curse as his ceramic mug hits the floor and breaks. This isn’t romance, or a fairytale. It isn’t like it is in the movies.

Lifting his fist, he brings it down hard on his sternum. The force barrels him over and he retches. Sour, viscous threads of saliva drip from his mouth into the toilet bowl, but nothing more comes up.

You’re banging at the walls. “Dabi, open up!”

Dabi lurches again, forcing a deep cough and watching a few small heart shaped petals dance in the air as they free fall. Again, collapsing to his knees, he can taste your ginger tea. He vomits a clump of bloomed morning glories, wrinkled and smooshed into a misshapen ball. Blood muddies the water.

Another knock, this one somewhat pitiful. There’s a soft noise that sounds like you’re sliding down the door. “Please don’t make me break this open. My landlord will kill me”.

Trembling. Dabi reaches his fingers into his mouth and feels around the teeth to dislodge what was left. Settling back on his feet, his hand uncurls like a slow sprouting shoot and reveals another morning glory in the shallow of his palm.

Colour streaks across his vision, filled with hazy undulations. White noise drowns out the frantic tone of your voice. Mouth hung open, Dabi inhales until his lungs bloat, and keeps it held until the lights begin to fade.

His consciousness tips from one dream to another. When he wakes up on his back surrounded by soft, freshly washed sheets. A sigh escapes his lips as he turns into the downy pillow beneath his head. It smells like you.

Fingers comb through his hair, pushing the bangs away from his forehead. It’s then that he notices the mattress dipped towards the weight of another.

Dabi squints, prying his eyes open. You’re laid beside him. At first he considers that he’s dreaming, but you feel so real. Your thumb strokes over his cheek in a tender back and forth motion, “You comfy?”

“Better than the couch,” he rasps. There’s an awful taste in his mouth. Intermingling mint and copper. “Did you brush my teeth or something?”

“I rinsed your mouth out,” you admit bashfully. Now that he’s looking he notices your eyes are red. Puffy like you’d been crying. Your smile fractured as you added, “I had to make sure nothing else was stuck”.

Realisation creeps in slowly. It’s gentle with him, like you are, acclimating him to reality. Just like that— you know.

“How’d you get me in here?” he deflects.

You prop yourself up on your elbow and reach to trace the topography of his scarred chest. His breathing stutters and your fingers stop right over his heart.

“Might’ve pulled a muscle or two but it wasn’t so hard. You weigh almost nothing,” you reply. Quiet, as though you were afraid to break the illusion. “Kinda concerning but it seems you have bigger stuff to worry about already, huh?”

Eyes falling closed, he inhales, counting to three. He replies on the end of a long exhale, “Didn't want you to know”.

“Tereda does?”

Dabi nods and the movement knocks his brain loose. He hisses at the throbbing pain. You take him into your palms with a frown, “You hit your head on the way down. You’ll have to come in with me again in the morning”.

“Fuck that,” he groans. You tap at his temple and pout your lips, glaring disapprovingly. “You can’t make me”.

“I can and I will,” his eyes widened at the crack in your voice. Tears gather along your lash line and you sniff harshly, “You could have died, Dabi. And now you might have a head injury. How the hell could you not tell—?!”

“Alright, alright. Shit,” uncharacteristic of him, Dabi let himself have this. His hand cups round your neck and brings you down into his bare chest. He hushes you softly, running his palm down the length of your spine, wrapping you in a clumsy embrace. “Don’t cry about it”.

You settle into the crook of his neck, nose bumping his jaw as you turn to speak, and he suppresses a shudder. “Don’t cry about it,” you repeat mockingly. “You really have no idea, do you?”

“Enlighten me”.

Frustration bursts, and you lift your head to look at him. You’re so close. “I care about you, idiot. I don’t want you dead on my bathroom floor! Sue me!”

Dabi cracks a crooked smile. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me”.

“Who is it?”

And he sours, his stare fixed on the ceiling above. “Does it matter?”

“It matters,” you lean over him until all he can see is you. “…Is it me?”

There’s an echo in his ribs; a phantom knife’s twist. Sure, Dabi is a good liar, he thinks. Touya never was. Touya wore his heart on his sleeve. He was terrible at concealing his hurt. Dabi tries to find the words and comes up short.

The silence is answer enough. Your mouth wobbles and you nestle back into his neck before he can see you cry in earnest. “You are so fucking stupid, Dabi”.

Despite the seriousness he laughs, tucks his nose to your crown and tightens his hold around your waist. He’s only ever imagined what your weight would feel like pressed against him like this. Maybe he’s imagining it, but his lungs are lighter.

“What did Doctor Tereda advise you to do?”

He pouts where you cannot see it. He doesn’t want to think about that quack right now. “She told me either I get the surgery and go to therapy, or I get the symptoms to calm down with therapy on its own”.

“Of course you’d…” you huff. “She didn’t tell you to talk to me?”

“That too,” he shrugs, grinning at the warning press of your teeth to his throat. It’s disturbing how comfortably you both fell into place. A soft kiss replaces your bite, and he holds his breath.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” you tell him, kisses trailing up his jugular to his cheek, unperturbed by the scar tissue and metal in his skin, or the tremors rumbling through his body. “I’m sure there’s no way in hell I can get you to agree to therapy. So instead I’m going to take you out on a few dates and see how your symptoms change”.

Dabi’s mouth opens for air and your lips brush, stealing his breath. “What the fuck?” he says. “Why?”

There’s no point, he wants to tell you. It won’t change a thing.

“Because I want you to believe me,” you murmur, nose knocking his own. Inexplicably drawn to you, Dabi tilts up to align your mouths again, barely a kiss. “If you die it won’t be because of me. And I atleast want you to go out knowing that I love you too”.

The swell in his throat is different this time. He has never been so glad about his inability to cry. Dabi grins, wide and all teeth, pushing the staples in his cheeks up by his eyes. “There’s something really wrong with you, you know that?”

“No kidding,” you laugh. “Guess we make a good pair”.

[guardianspirits13]

Some sketches for an AU in which Touya’s ‘weak constitution’ is actually a medical conditon that has him in and out of the hospital for most of his childhood, and he and Natsuo rely on each other more than ever.

[spookyceph]

Salt, Sugar, Heat

Summary: Shimura Tenko is given an ultimatum by his father: Find work or find another place to live. He applies at a small bakery and winds up finding much more than just a job. (It's an AU, in other words.)

Rating: SFW, but has themes of emotional and physical trauma, abuse, discrimination, and violence.

Relationships: Shimura Tenko/Todoroki Touya eventually, plus friendships galore

Chapter 1: Help Wanted

Death stared people in the face everyday. War, famine, disease, crime, the elements, and just plain shitty luck. Despite the constant, cold presence of mortality looming over them humanity persisted. Tenko knew this. Especially since his dad loved to remind him how good he had it compared to others. Not to mention how much worse his life could be. That didn’t stop Tenko from wishing he was gazing into the skull sockets of the Reaper itself instead of at a brick building across the street.

He reached up to scratch his neck only to be thwarted by the starched white collar of his shirt. The tie that went with it wrapped his throat like a hangman’s noose. What bullshit. Who went to these lengths for a crappy food service job anymore? As if the artist’s gloves covering two of his fingers and half his hands despite the summer heat didn’t make him stand out enough, he had to put on a dork uniform too? He probably looked like a kid playing dress up in his parent’s clothes. Which…well…he was. But his dad had insisted. And whatever Shimura Kotaro wanted, Shimura Kotaro got. First impressions are important, his mom had told him as she’d helped knot the stupid strip of fabric for him. Dad just wants what’s best for you.

Tenko snorted. Dad wanted rent and utilities. Nevermind a son who wasn’t a slacker and embarrassment.

Although wishes for a swift death by hit and run loitered at the back of his mind, Tenko looked both ways before jaywalking from the bus stop to the building’s glass doors. A stylized donut glazed with chocolate and sprinkles floated among two little clouds in the logo. Oboro Donatsu, declared a mix of kanji and katakana beneath. After a deep, shaky breath Tenko yanked one door open and stepped inside. The AC granted his irritable skin instant relief. He scratched at the flaky patches around his eyes.

“Sorry, we’re closing up for the day. Please come by tomorrow.”

Tenko froze, heart stuffed into the back of his throat. Behind the counter and glass cases that curved along one corner of the shop, two people stared at him. When he failed to move or reply, the one on the left scowled. His expression would’ve been intimidating enough even if he wasn’t covered in vivid green scales, had fingers tipped with claws, and showed a glimmer of needle-teeth inside his elongated mouth. Quirk mutant. Freak, hissed a voice from the subconscious pit Tenko’s worst fears usually crawled from. Just like you.

“I said we’re closed,” the man snapped. His long lavender hair bristled. “No more customers.”

Tenko’s paralysis finally broke. “I’m not…but I…” Pulse thundering in his ears, he held the thin leather folder he’d also borrowed from his dad up in front of him like a shield. “Interview,” he managed to gasp.

The scaly face slackened into confusion. “Inter…oh. Oh!” Reddish eyes (freak, just like you) widened. “You’re here about the baking position, aren’t you? Okay, cool.”

Just when Tenko believed he could resume breathing the figure on the right burst into giggles that flipped his flight or fight switch again. Although the boy's fine light brown hair and soft face put him at no older than fifteen maximum, his grin belonged to an inquisitor torturing heretics on the rack.

“Ah, yes. Another sacrifice to the flames.” He even had the whole steepling his fingers thing nailed down.

An ice cube dropped down the back of the kid’s shirt shattered his demeanor.

“What’d I tell you about spouting creepy nonsense to strangers?” his reptilian companion scolded.

It took a minute of squirming and squealing for the boy to make the ice drop to the floor. With his lower lip jutting in a pout he looked even younger. “Only do it to the rude ones.”

“Exactly. Now try not to demolish the store while I take my eyes off you for thirty seconds.” Glancing to Tenko, the man beckoned with a clawed hand. “C’mon. The boss and manager are in the back.”

For a moment, Tenko weighed the merit of staying vs. fleeing from the shop screaming. Once the moment passed he scurried after the man through a set of swinging double doors. He caught impressions of an expansive kitchen on the other side: a long counter with cutting boards and condiment stations, a giant stainless-steel sink, rolling wire racks stacked with plastic crates. The smell of fresh baked bread lingered in the air. Crumbs littered the tile floor, crunching under his red sneakers. At a door in the rear corner of the area, the man stopped. He knocked a few times, waited until he got a muffled response, then stuck his head in.

“Hey, boss? Big Sis? There’s a guy here for the assistant baker job.”

“Splendid. Show him in, Iguchi Shuichi, if you would.”

Turning back to Tenko, the man—Iguichi Shuichi—nodded. “All you from here. Good luck.” With that, he strolled off to resume his post.

Tenko tried to swallow but his throat had closed up. Somehow, he scraped enough willpower together to shuffle to the open door. Peering inside, he felt the blood drain from his face.

One of the tallest…could he really call a nightmare figure of rippling darkness a person? It…he…did have on a suit that would’ve made Tenko’s dad look shabby by comparison. Person-shaped at least.

“Ah, Shimura Tenko, is it?” Gold eyes in what should’ve been a face narrowed and arched. “Thank you for coming to meet with us on such short notice. I’m Kurogiri, the owner of this humble establishment.”

Despite the formal clothing and sonorous voice, the shadow person’s tone radiated warmth and welcome. It thawed Tenko’s limbs enough for him to remember some manners. He bowed.

“Uh, it wasn’t any trouble. Thank you for giving me the opportunity.” Not like he had much else to do that day. Or much choice.

“Please have a seat.”

Only fifty percent sure he’d faint by then, Tenko scuffled inside and plopped into a big leather office chair on one side of a large desk. Another tall figure, flesh and bone this time, sat across from him at a computer. Eyes behind green-tinted sunglasses looked up from the screen. Full, red-painted lips stretched into a smile.

“Oh, my! What beautiful hair you have, honey!”

The gears of Tenko’s mind clicked to a stop. Beautiful? The sickly strands that had turned the same blue-gray as a drowned sailor’s skin when his quirk activated? The tangled mess that stuck out every which way because he never brushed, touched, or even looked at it as much as he could help it? That was beautiful?

Kurogiri huffed a laugh. “This is our general manager, Miss Hikiishi Magne. She handles much of the day-to-day business that keeps us afloat, including payroll. Also a connoisseur of rare tresses, apparently.”

“One owner of fabulous locks recognizes another. With a smirk, she raked a hand through her shoulder-length auburn hair, then scratched at the matching stubble lining her jaw.

Since he doubted he could stand without keeling over, Tenko offered her a bow from his chair. “Pleased to meet you, miss.”

“Oh, just Magne is fine, honey. If we start acting like we work in a stuffy office Kurogiri might expect us to start dressing like him.”

“Ahem.” Shadowy hands smoothed down an already flawless waistcoat. “Shall we proceed?”

Tenko resisted the urge to claw at the tie strangling him. “Um, okay.”

“Tell me, Shimura Tenko. Why did you decide to apply to our little bakery?”

Answers flooded his mind. Because my dad’ll kick my ass onto the street if I don’t get a job or go to university instead of playing video games. Because you’re not one of his business cronies who’ll tattle on me the second I screw up. Because maybe this sort of job won’t be as miserable as customer service sounds. Not that he could say any of those things. Fortunately, a couple bits and pieces of truth made it through his filter of common sense.

“Well, you’re hiring someone for the graveyard shift, right? I’m more active at night. And the posting mentioned I didn’t need experience to apply, so…”

“I see. It’s true we’re willing to train, and I’ll see to teaching you myself in regards to recipes and production. The hours will be from midnight to about seven in the morning—it can vary, depending on what needs to be done. You will, I’m afraid, be required to work weekends. Would such a schedule be acceptable?”

“Um, yeah. I mean, yes, that works.” It wasn’t like he had a social circle or anything.

“Don’t worry, though, honey,” Magne chimed in. “We’ll make sure you get two consecutive days off every week so you can rest up.”

“Indeed. This work can be rather demanding.” Kurogiri loomed forward, golden eyes boring into Tenko. “Are you capable of lifting sacks of ingredients several times a night? Handling a peel? What about working in front of a 250˚ Celsius oven?”

Tenko scratched at his skinny arm through the stiff sleeve of his shirt before catching himself. At no point in life could he have been described as athletic. His strategy for describing physical education periods during school had involved hanging back and being as near to invisible as possible. And while he had no clue what a peel might be it sounded serious. Tenko gnawed his bottom lip until it stung and he tasted blood.

Finally, he decided to stick with the truth. “I don’t know if I can do any of that stuff. But…I’d like to try.”

Kurogiri’s eyes squinched up—his version of a smile, Tenko realized. “What do you think, Miss Magne?”

“I say we give him a shot. If baking doesn’t turn out to be his thing, he can always help Himiko out with donuts and pastries instead.”

“I agree. Well then, Shimura Tenko, it’s settled. When would you be available to start?”

His breath caught. “Wait…you mean you’re actually hiring me?”

Magne fell back in her chair and laughed. “Don’t sound so surprised. I’ll print out some paperwork for you to sign so we can make it official.”

Tenko gripped the leather folder in his lap, keeping his pinkies raised despite the gloves’ protection. “Okay, um. I can start whenever. You need my quirk registration papers, right?” Maybe they’d think twice once they knew what he was. What he could do.

“Miss Magne will make copies for our records and such,” Kurogiri said, waving a hand. “Shall we say you start tomorrow then, at midnight? Feel free to dress in your usual attire. After all, we wouldn’t want this to feel like, ahem, a stuff office.”

And that, by some miracle, was that. Magne brought him some tea while he filled out the appropriate forms. After signing the last he transformed from Tenko, aimless twenty-something into Tenko, gainfully employed adult. He wandered back to the front of the shop in a daze, expecting to wake up at any minute.

“Hey. Shimura, right?”

Tenko paused and blinked at the two people behind the counter. The one called Shuichi regarded him with pursed lips for a moment.

“So. I hear we’re coworkers now.” He coughed lightly, red eyes sliding away. “Cool. Welcome to the team and all that hype. I’m Iguchi Shuichi, in case you didn’t hear. The mini evil overlord here is Kukichi Kaoru. Don’t eat or drink anything he offers you. Trust me.”

The kid—Kaoru—shot Shuichi a glower. When he looked back to Tenko, though, a maniacal grin split his face.

“See you around, fellow wage-slave.”

Not even a veiled threat from a creepy child dampened Tenko’s spirits in that moment. He waved and murmured a goodbye before drifting out the door.

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Luck stayed by his side all the way home. His mother was the only one to greet him when he returned. She leaned out of the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

“How’d it go?” Despite the sparkle and cheer in her tone the little V of worry never disappeared from between her brows.

“They hired me.” His cheeks ached from smiling the entire bus ride already, but he just couldn’t stop. “I start tomorrow.”

His mom strode over and wrapped him in a hug. Tenko closed his eyes, returning the embrace. The faint smell of jasmine soap and the vegetables she’d been cutting for dinner dispelled any lingering phantoms of anxiety. When she pulled away, her smile matched his.

“Your dad will be so proud of you.”

Tenko’s good mood cracked right down the middle. If his mom noticed his expression had shifted into a grimace she didn’t show it.

“Sure,” he said through numb lips.

“I’ll make something special to celebrate. Or maybe we can eat out somewhere.”

“No!” He flinched at the sharpness of his voice. “I mean, no, don’t go through the trouble. I need to sleep through the afternoon now since I’ll be working at night, so I’m going straight to bed. You know, to get myself used to the schedule.” Like he wasn’t already a pro at staying up to play games until dawn.

She reached up and combed his disastrous hair away from his brow with her fingers. He’d inherited its waviness from her. They’d shared the same rich, dark brown—almost black—coloring too before his quirk had manifested, made him kill the family dog, and marked him as a threat to society for the rest of his life.

“I’ll leave your portion in the fridge for when you wake up then. Don’t forget and go for the instant noodles or something, okay?”

He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Thanks, Mom.”

As soon as he reached the sanctuary of his room, Tenko ripped off the bullshit tie, popped open the collar of his shirt, and scratched with impunity. He considered Decaying the whole outfit, minus his sneakers. Then again, the tie belonged to his dad, who’d no doubt report his only son for unlawful use of a deadly quirk without hesitation. He sighed and threw the clothes into his hamper. Who knew how long he’d last at this bakery job before he had to go looking for something else anyway.

His plan had been to hole up in his room, but by the time he’d changed and showered Tenko found he really was sleepy. He had rushed around all morning. Not to mention run the gauntlet by interacting with more strangers than he had since graduating from school. Besides, he’d have the entire night free to get some gaming in.

After closing the curtains against as much light as possible, Tenko settled into bed and the rhythm of a new life.

Go to Chapter 2

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This is from an old AU of mine that I may or may not make a fanfic. I’ll explain the basic premise anyways. It’s loosely inspired by the Darkest Minds series by  Alexandra Bracken. ALL of these sketches and pictures are OLD btw.

So basically, this takes place in a time and place where Quirks are newly emerging and are thought of as more of a disease since the activation of the quirk gene or whatever can kill people because of the sudden changes. I like to think while it does activate in some older people it mass activates in teenagers and kids. So the first generation of these kids and teenagers that test positive for the gene/disease are rounded up and brought to rehabilitation camps and are separated into two groups; those who have a potential to be of use to this society as "heroes" and those who are taken for further testing. Those in the former group are told the further testing group died due to their quirk.   

The roof top trio, Nemuri and Tensei are part of this "first generation". Nemuri, Tensei and Hizashi are separated into the hero potentials side of things and Oboro and Shouta are put into further testing.   

Concerning older heroes like All Might and Endevour. They are artificially made so to speak, by editing around the DNA or grafting quirks into people. I still need to work things out with that along with the timeline of everything. 

AFO in this was a labrat of sorts. Oldest surviving quirked person at the moment and ends up escaping with a hand full of kids he saved from the labs and just...rebellion here we come. 

Oboro and Shouta go through horrible testing together and jointly take care of young Tomura/Tenko, Touya (Dabi) and Toga and try to keep the focus on them and away from the younger kids (ages are gonna be messed around with heavily in this AU to make things work rip). 

So...eventually after the first generation of “Heroes” are deemed a success but they cannot keep up with the sudden influx of children being born with the quirk gene so they open hero schools instead of continuing the camps. Thus UA was born. 

Thus, also, LOV was born starting with AFO and the kids he rescued from the labs and it slowly grew with them either taking in those who had taken to the streets to hide their quirks (Compress, Twice and Magne) or those rescued from other labs (Spinner, Hitoshi and Izuku). Though LOV only really reveals themselves into the full spotlight with the USJ incident and I’ll not go much further than that. 

Other stuff concerning the AU that are kind of little details:

Shouta and Hizashi were dating before being taken to the camps. 

Shouta, Hizashi and Oboro are childhood friends and have known each other since elementary school. 

When they were loaded off the bus Hizashi was shoved and lost his sunglasses. Shouta had quickly picked them up intending to give them back to him later. There wasn’t a later. 

Shouta keeps the sunglasses even well into adulthood and they’re a part of his causal wear and are often perched on top of his head.

Quirks brought physical changes to most people. Shouta, for one, had brown eyes before his quirk came in and now they are black with a red ring around the pupil. Hizashi’s still had partial heterochromia but they were dark green and brown and they didn’t have the ring thing going on. When his quirk came they became a much brighter green and the brown changed to red. Oboro had wavy pale blond hair before his quirk came in and when it did it became blueish-white and started doing the fluffy, floaty cloud thing.  

Izuku and Hitoshi join UA under aliases and with “weak quirks” so that they’re put in Gen Ed in this. 

Izuku was a quirkless kid taken by the labs to experiment artificial quirks on. Not sure what he has as this point. Still thinking. 

Shouta was actually used in a similar way to Eri in canon in the labs. He was used to make temporary quirk erasing bullets to be used by the police force to keep those with quirks in check. 

[hey-hamlet]

I made an AU but Tumblr won't let me send the whole thing and I'm impatient

Well, fuck my need for privacy, because none of my friends really “love” BNHA like I do, and the limit for Tumblr anonymous asks are apparently “five” and I want some feedback (and validation. I admire you a lot and love your works, hamlet. God, I’m a mess) So, here we go. 

I’m just going to call this AU “The ‘Quirkless’ Givers” AU. So, in this BNHA AU, most people who gain quirks lose a piece of the humanity they and their anncestors once had. Sometimes it’s their intelligence, sometimes it’s their empathy, sometimes it’s their bravery. 

It’s part of the reason why so many people with strong quirks don’t apply them well or become selfish heroes.

However, Quirkless people, or people with weak/invisible quirks? They’re the most human of humanity, and that’s to say, while they may not be the strongest or most clever, their empathy is very strong. While some don’t show it, they all have a heightened sense of emotional awareness. Basically, a case of “you gain some, you lose some”.

The only setback? Most quirkless people do not live over twenty. Quirklessness is considered a disease, because in some ways, it is. 

See, quirkless people may be emotionally strong and aware, their bodies aren’t. All quirkless people are born “sick”. They all seem to have some sort of illness that drains their weakened bodies of its energy, until eventually, their bodies gives up. Because of this, most quirkless people remain in hospitals.

It only adds to the pre-existing myth that “Quirklessness is contagious” (it really isn’t), so the people who live past twenty don’t get to live long, often taking their own lives.

Except… they aren’t quirkless. Not really. And only one person knows this.

Quirkless people actually have the ability to give their energy, their happiness, their well-being to others- all at the cost of their own. And when you live in a hospital, there’s plenty of people to give it to.

Midoriya Izuku was born Quirkless and sickly. Before he turned four, he often played with the other kids at his school who were often accident-prone. (He’d visit everyone when they were sick and/or at the hospital. Some kids who observed fatally injured were miraculously cured/healed. I wonder why… )

Anyways, when he was diagnosed “Quirkless”, Inko immediately rushed Izuku to the hospital to see if he had “the disease”. Unfortunately, he observed several symptoms. 

Fortunately, though, he was told that, while he would probably have to stay in the hospital in his teenage years, he could, for now, stay at home and go outside.

Cue Izuku walking around town and helping everyone he can. He actually runs into a lot of (future) Class 1-A like this, as well as two very familiar black-haired and yellow-haired teachers… hm…

His friends either avoid him (because of the stigmas around “Quirklessness”) or treat him like glass. Bakugo tries this, too, and at this point, he’s Izuku’s only friend, so Izuku sets him straight… by clocking him with his fist. (He got in trouble, but it fixed his relationship with “Kacchan” by reassuring him “I may not become a hero by your side, but I can help where I can and I’m strong enough to hold my own”.) 

As his little “walks” continues, his health deteriorates and it stresses out his mom. He’s actually hospitalized at the early age of eleven. The symptoms just got worse faster than the doctors thought they would. 

The Bakugos and Inko visit Izuku frequently (Inko and Kacchan: daily, the rest of the Bakugos every weekend). Occassionally, one of his school friends will come hang out… from a distance (and we thought misinformation was bad in this day and age). Kacchan will come and drop off schoolwork/homework, because Izuku was dropped off the school registry, because the school decided, with Izuku bedridden, there’d be no point in continuing his education. Izuku and Kacchan were very salty.

Anyways, Izuku meets many people who are in need of help, love, and encouragement during his stay. Whenever he’s allowed to (or if he decides to sneak out), he’ll walk around and help visitors and reassure them that things will be alright. Somehow, the people he visits are discharged early for somehow recovering so quickly… hm… 

(He also meets Todoroki Rei during his time there and quickly befriends her. She laments to him of a husband who she loves but keeps her caged here. Soon enough, she gains enough mental fortitude and courage to stand up and speak against her husband, with the help of Lawyer Mamadoriya. Soon, Endeavor has his licence temporarily revoked (there’s only so much she can do) and her children are in her custody. Izuku is suddenly visited weekly by Rei and her kids, including Dabi, because I subscribe to “Dabi=Todoroki Touya”)

Anyways, fast forward, Izuku is fifteen, and UA’s USJ has been attacked. The damage is devistating, and UA is actually shut down for a whole week because of it. Izuku watches as a bunch of 1-A’s students and two of their teachers are wheeled in (he recognizes all of them, except for Thirteen, from his past hero-hunting days.)

That day, he visits Todoroki and Bakugo after they’re removed from the ICU. He sees how devistated they are and how badly their classmates and teachers are hurt, and decides, since he’s stuck at the hospital anyways, he might as well do his best to keep the other students and teachers happy and help where he can.

(He doesn’t live past the week. He knows he won’t, but he doesn’t care.)

In the end, he dies clutching Aizawa’s perfectly healed hand the day before Aizawa is discharged. 

The next week, school starts up for them again, but every 1-A student and teacher attends the funeral of a fifteen year-old boy who died saving them all.

And to this day, you’ll still hear them herald the tale of a green-haired boy who gave all that he had to them, until he was left with nothing.

(What they won’t tell you is that he wrote each of them a letter. A letter explaining his hopes, his dreams, his passion, and how he wished them the best. However, they will tell you that he is now the dead author of “The Givers”, a book that explains the true condition of the Quirkless. And in the end, the thing he gave most of? Hope. He gave hope to the people who lost theirs.)

Woo, this one was fun. It’s mostly just tidbits and scenes I thought up throughout my day. I hope you like it. I think I’ll write about it, but like I said, I want some feedback from someone who’s actually watched (and likes) BNHA. (Also, what dignity? There’s none here! ;v;) Also, please tell me if there’s something I need to fix. It’s currently one AM, and my creativity might not sleep, but my grammatical skills and logic sure can.

PS: If I could go on a rant on how much I love you and your work, I would. Maybe I will. Just needed to let you know before I disappear off the face of Tumblr again. 

From Hamlet: 

AHH BRO IM CRYING HHHH I LOVE THIS,,,, bru him,,, the truest hero - giving his everything to save people no matter the cost,,,, i love this also bruh the p a i n this is so sweet dude 

b r u h 

[whimsicalwhespir]

As I've said before, I have a lot of aus! My friend @deuynndoodles said I should make a masterlist of all of them. So I did! I was so tempted to keep writing stuff about them because I'm horrible at writing short summaries while also getting thr basis of the story across so it was a bit of a challenge cause when I start it's hard to stop me.

Anywhoooo heres a list of all my aus at the moment! There are minor ones I have and ones I've tossed out or forgotten but these are the ones I like so I hope you like them! (And if you have any questions at all please feel free to ask! I love talking about my aus!)

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

Ratiocination (Indigo Jets)- Vigilante Izuku, he has a quirk called pause that allows him to stop time but he cannot move and the longer he stays paused the more of his memories get erased. He's childhood friends with Bakugou and Shinsou who both worry when he disappears from their lives. His vigilante name is Indigo Jets.

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Emerald Eyes (Manx)- Short Izuku with cat eye syndrome, he has a quirk that allows him to make bubble-like force fields similar to Steven universe. He's found by the Wild Wild Pussycats and they train him and later on becomes a part of the team. His hero name is Manx.

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House of Glass (Rose/Grim/Grimrose)- Izuku is raised by the League of Villains and they're his big happy family. He has a quirk that allows him to erase and manipulate people's memories as well as a telekinetic quirk given to him by All For One. He's sent to UA as a spy but he ends up making friends and enjoying himself. He has the hero name Rose and the villain name Grim.

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My Angel (Starlight)- Izuku has a quirk that gives him the powers of an Angel. He has wings and a halo and he's also an empath with healing abilities. He also has the power to visit the dead, his mom, and it's difficult not to fall in love with him when people meet him. His hero name is Starlight.

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Out Of Reach (Tapeti)- Izuku Midoriya is taken by the league after making a deal with Shigaraki on the roof where All Might leaves him. They turn him halfway into a nomu, experimenting with quirkless candidates. Meanwhile, Bakugou is trying to find his friend through his years at UA, only to find out Izuku doesn't remember him, having been brainwashed and taking up the villain name Tapeti.

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Green Thumb Garden- Izuku was sold to villains as a child because Inko couldn't afford to take care of him. He escapes a few years later and is shrugged off by a hero. He's taken in by a family who runs a garden shop and as they get older, he begins to run it. He believes he is quirkless but later on finds out he has a quirk that allows him to speed up the growth and healing of organisms like an enhanced fertilizer would.

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Cerulean Flames (Deku)- Izuku gets lost in the crowd during a villain attack and can't find his mother. Instead, he finds a runaway Touya Todoroki who leads him back to safety. Izuku visits him almost every day and Dabi teaches him how to fight, play dirty and is there like an older brother for Izuku. When getting one for all, he also participates in helping Izuku train with All Might.

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Glass Wings (Sterling)- Izuku is taken in by the Shie Hassaikai when he runs away from home. Over the years he learns that they're not all they seem, trying to unravel it from the inside out with his sister Eri and friend Rappa. They're about to run for it during the raid but are caught by heroes. Izuku, being so close to Eri and not having any recorded crimes, is put in a villain rehabilitation program at UA. His old villain name is Sterling, turned codename.

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All For You (Deku)- Older Izuku, he went to school with Aizawa, Nemuri, Yamada, Oboro and Tensei, he being the closest with Tensei. In an accident with Oboro, Izuku is blinded in his right eye. Both are injured but survive. They all grow up to be heroes, Izuku also acting as an older brother figure to Bakugou. Izuku is also a teacher at UA in the heroics department, he teaches the students how to be safe and reduce damage to their surroundings and self. 

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Ignite (Phoenix)- Vigilante Izuku, he loves to sing and perform at the hotel and karaoke bar his family owns. The hotel is open to heroes, villains, vigilantes, civilians, the poor, discriminated against and everyone in between. His father was in an accident when he was young which paralyzed him from the waist down because a hero failed to save him. 

Izuku becomes a vigilante to look for people to come to the hotel. People who need the safety and those who have no place to stay. He has a quirk that allows him to manipulate fire. He doesn't need to look for people to pay because so many patrons already donate. Later on, Phoenix stops being a vigilante and becomes a full time singer. His name is Phoenix.

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Circus Caliber (Ringleader)- Inspired by The Greatest Showman, it takes place when quirks are only beginning to appear. People believe them to be freaks and shun them from society. Izuku is quirkless but admires quirks and looks for people to join his quirked circus (everyone in 1a and thensome). He wants to show the world that quirks aren't bad or destructive. That they can be good if given the chance.

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Panacea Paradox- Post quirk era, Izuku is a scientist who is fascinated with quirks. He tries to bring them back through experimentation and tests the completed formula on volunteers (1a). The experiment goes wrong, they have quirks yes, but they're all painful and grotesque. (An example would be Bakugou's explosions burn his hands horribly, mutation quirks have dead limbs, much bleeding and injuries, etc).

Izuku panics and drinks the last of the liquid, he gains a quirk that allows him to temporarily remove other's pain by inflicting it on himself. He desperately tries to find a cure but people die in the time he isn't able to. He means well but he makes many mistakes. (It's a rather dark au)

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Fractured But Not Yet Broken (The Free Hero:Arrow)- Izuku has an incredibly self destructive quirk, it's called Fracture. It allows him to impact incredible telekinetic force to the point of breakage but in turn harms him immensely, broken bones, internal bleeding, lots of pain. The quirk gives him a slightly higher pain tolerance as well. 

Inko is immensely overprotective, sheltering him entirely from the outside world besides internet access. He goes to UA secretly while she's at work and becomes very close with his friends and the UA staff, Nezu especially. They take away inkos custody later on and he gets to live in the dorms. His hero name is Arrow.

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Send A Sign (Beetlejuice)- Izuku dies hundreds of years ago (he's the same age as All For One) by being struck by lightning. He wakes up in the current day with no memories of his past.  He can only remember the word "Beetlejuice" as it was the musical he and his mother were going to see before he died. He wanders around and begins following a 4 year old Bakugou and it stays that way. Izuku's like his guardian. 

One day Bakugou says "Beetlejuice" 3 times while listening to the song and Izuku is now visible to him (part of quirk). Izuku is his friend, teaching Bakugou lessons and acting like a big brother. Izuku goes to UA with Bakugou and after the blass says his name, they all see him and he spends time with them, trying to regain his memories and joining them through the ride of becoming heroes. (I'll explain all of his powers some other time, it's a long list)

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DANNY PHANTOM:

The Spectral Hero: Danny Phantom (Danny/Phantom)- Danny has a quirk that allows him to breathe and survive in space with no equipment but he doesn't know that since he's never been. The Fentons move to Japan from Amity. He's shocked by the portal and gains his normal ghostly abilities, telling people that is his quirk and not the result of a freak accident (he tells Aizawa later because he can't erase Danny's ghostliness). He has the persona of vigilante Phantom as well as Danny, the UA student. Aizawa knows it's him and they have a playful relationship, him acting as Danny's mentor. He later reveals to his class he is Phantom when moving into the dorms.

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Pink Slip- Danny is more affected by the portal accident, as Fenton it makes him weaker and more vulnerable but it feeds into his ghost half with more power. He misses school for a month after the accident and doctors take the ectoplasm in his blood as some disease. They give his school a pass so he can visit the nurse at any time. Since he has an excuse, he often leaves class with full permission of the teachers cause they think he's just going to the nurse's office. People don't question why he always looks tired and has bruises on his body, just thinking he's weaker due to the accident.

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Broken Watch- Danny is an ex a-list student who leaves when they start bullying kids. He takes a larger hit from the portal, giving him an electric core and powers that are more difficult to control but pack more of a punch. He gets taught about the ghost zone and other things by Clockwork after Dan and is given a defective pocket watch. Clockwork says by the time Danny fixes it, things should be alright. All or the numerals on it represent people in his life he must get closer to and those who will help him throughout his life to reach his full potential. 

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GRAVITY FALLS:

In A Black And White World- Dipper has the ability to see a dimension in between his and another, it's a dimension filled with magic. He is able to manipulate it but nobody else can see. He keeps it a secret until later on. It allows him to feel, see, taste, hear and smell others emotions and intentions. Their energies and feelings. He can see creatures that travel in the dimension, including Bill who teaches him about magic. He eventually manages to develop it enough so it becomes visible after seeing Bill use it in his body after his betrayal. 

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DUCKTALES: 

Operation Oversight- On an adventure, a bracelet with an intelligent sentient robot attaches itself to Louie when he examines it and through nightmares and threats convinces Louie to pursue Louie.Inc through any means necessary. This means forgetting his loved ones to reach his goal. His family finds out months after the adventure and they manage to break Louie out of the trance enough so he can destroy the bracelet. 

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Adroit- (similar to the concept of epithets) A small population of people in this world have superpowers and it just so happens everybody in the mcduck family gains powers. The story is basically all of them using their abilities and discovering different parts of them. (I'll get into all of their powers later on)

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EDDSWORLD:

Chaosworld- A scientist with a vendetta against Tom attempts to steal his monster abilities but instead manages to give harmful mutations and powers to the gang. They try to revert the mutations and find a cure before it's too late for them all.

(Also also, I'm very sorry to those who follow me solely because of Chaosworld. I probably wont be writing anything for it for a very long time if I ever do get back to it. It just dosent really inspire me anymore, I'm sorry qwq. )

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More TodoDeku AUs Because Reasons

Actually going to write a few of these ones for sure!

Hanahaki Disease AU: Heavily inspired by Lambia’s cover of Patchwork Staccato. Midoriya has it bad for Todoroki. They’ve been friends for years, been through so much together, and it just feels right. But he knows his feelings won’t ever be returned. That much is apparent by the fact he has started hacking up lovely flower petals. He shouldn’t hesitate over the idea of having it removed, but there is more at stake through the lose of all their shared memories than just his feelings for one of his longest friends. The two of them have been constants in one another’s lives for the better half of seven years, from the tender age of fifteen, and if the flowers are removed... Will Midoriya Izuku still be himself? How much of himself will he have to lose to the surgery?

Mido-Momo Sibling AU: Basically, a retelling of canon events with a few key differences. The big leading factor being that Inko and Momo’s Father (Sorry I ain’t got a name for him yet) end up smitten with each other after a fateful encounter following their respective divorces. It’s through his stepfather that Izuku meets All Might and is selected as his successor much earlier on. Momo and Izuku get to be the most adorable siblings to ever be siblings to each other ever. Momo is let in on the situation regarding OfA in the hopes she can reign her brother’s reckless ass in, since she is a sensible young woman. She cannot but she tries her damn best. Todoroki might also get to be their childhood friend IDK.

The Other Mido-Momo Sibling AU: In which Yaoyorozu Momo is an up and coming fashion designed with a lot of promise and skill. She is helped by her brother, Izuku, though they keep their family connection hush-hush so that Izuku can pursue a photography career of his own on his own merits, not nepotism. Todoroki Shouto is a moody model who only plays nice for Momo due to her skills. When he expresses an interest in her PA, Momo is adamantly against it. And because he is a respectable sort, Todoroki... Goes behind her back to flirt and romance the fluffy haired nerd anyway.

Ex-Lover/ Single Daddy AU: AU in which one day Todoroki Shouto is saved in the line of duty by a little girl with an infectious smile and bubbly attitude. Turns out that this little girl is the daughter of Midoriya Izuku, a quirkless Quirk Specialist and also Todoroki’s high school sweetheart that he may not be quite as over as he initially thought. Shenanigans ensue as they are forced to interact with each other due to the media coverage over the situation leading to a Pro being rescued by a toddler.

Space AU: Loosely inspired by Outlaw Star. When Todoroki Touya shows up on the family home’s doorstep with an unconscious boy and a map to a space ship like no other, his younger siblings aren’t completely certain what to make of it. They trust him, though, when he insists they take the ship and boy - Midoriya Izuku - and out into the stars, promising that he will be their guide to where they need to be. Only problem with that? Midoriya has no memories regarding who he is, was, or where he needs to be. Pair that with their very limited crew and severe space pirate gangs hot on their heels, and the Todoroki siblings are left no choice but to rally together.

Vigilante AU: AU in which Todoroki Shouto never attended UA and was, instead, trained and tutored at home. He finds himself agreeing more with the beliefs of the infamous Hero Killer, deciding to take a rather different approach to improving society himself. By day, he is a regular police officer, a disgrace to his family name, rejected the fate laid before him. At night, however, he becomes the vigilante Dry Ice, taking out villains of all sorts; including villains disguised as heros. The last thing he expects, however, if for a chance encounter at a party with the new Symbol of Peace to throw his world view out of alignment and having him questioning everything he’s believed about himself and his mission.

Soulmate AU #3: AU in which the words your soulmate will say to you when they realize that they’re in love with you are written on your arm. For Todoroki Shouto, the words that stare back at him - “That’s what I’ve always liked the most about you,” - are not something to rejoice over, but just another cross that he’ll be forced to bear. Another relationship he’ll be forced to reject at the insistence of his bastard of a father and his plans. For Midoriya Izuku, his blank wrists are just a further reminder of how little the world has written out for the story of his life; no Quirk, no soulmate, no greater destiny.

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Coughing Up Flowers

Coughing Up Flowers by HeyItsBean, HiDadImGay

Izuku wasn't sure how he had only just realized he'd loved Katsuki. He could see the signs, his whole life, the occasion reciprocations. These flowers, they had been blossoming in his denial, spreading throughout his chest like weeds. Now, with four months left, Izuku knew he had to act. If he just confessed, he knew it'd be the end of it. One way or another. ================= “Kacchan! Please accept my feelings!” Izuku bowed the upper half of his body, thrusting out a letter towards the explosive blond. No reaction. “I-I really like you, a-and-”

“Tch. Like I could ever like a useless Deku like you.” Was his response. “What?” Izuku stood straight and looked at Katsuki, tears already gathering in his eyes and a cough threatening his throat. No. He promised himself that no matter what Katsuki said he wouldn't tell him. How could he? It was his own fault anyway. ================= So, anyways, this is a Tododeku story with extra gay and fluff on the side. Angst, fluff, and gay. This is a college au and a Hanahaki Disease au as well. Life sucks for a while until it slowly gets better. Enjoy my dudes. :)

Words 3238, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Rei, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Touya, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku Has Hanahaki Disease, Bakugou Katsuki is a Little Shit, Bakugou Katsuki had Hanahaki Disease, Todoroki Shoto has Hanahaki Disease, Midoriya Izuku's life sucks, Bakugou Katsuki is a Bad Friend, Todoroki Shoto is a good friend, Todoroki Shoto is a good boy, Dabi is a Todoroki, Quirks exist but no heros, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hanahaki Disease, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou keeps Bakugou in check, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima Eijirou is a Sweetheart, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Angst, Bakugou Katsuki hurts Midoriya Izuku, Katsuki starts off bad, he gets better tho, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Inko is dead, No clue about my life anymore, Minor Touya/Halks, No Heros, Sick Midoriya Izuku, College AU, Yaoyorozu Momo is a Good Friend, Todoroki protects Izuku, Endgame Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Don't know what I'm doing, Help, aaaaaaaaahhhhh, Minor Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki takes care of Izuku, I've fallen for tododeku and I can't get up, and kiribaku, AND GAY, ALL THE GAY, authors need sleep, i regret everything and nothing, I'm Sorry, Still don't know what I'm doing, send help, Fair warning Bakugou is horrible in the beginning, Seriously an ass, He get better though, Has serious topics!

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/22707742

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by HeyItsBean, HiDadImGay

Izuku wasn't sure how he had only just realized he'd loved Katsuki. He could see the signs, his whole life, the occasion reciprocations. These flowers, they had been blossoming in his denial, spreading throughout his chest like weeds. Now, with four months left, Izuku knew he had to act. If he just confessed, he knew it'd be the end of it. One way or another.

=================

“Kacchan! Please accept my feelings!” Izuku bowed the upper half of his body, thrusting out a letter towards the explosive blond. No reaction. “I-I really like you, a-and-”

“Tch. Like I could ever like a useless Deku like you.” Was his response. “What?” Izuku stood straight and looked at Katsuki, tears already gathering in his eyes and a cough threatening his throat. No. He promised himself that no matter what Katsuki said he wouldn’t tell him. How could he? It was his own fault anyway.

=================

So, anyways, this is a Tododeku story with extra gay and fluff on the side. Angst, fluff, and gay. This is a college au and a Hanahaki Disease au as well. Life sucks for a while until it slowly gets better. Enjoy my dudes. :)

Words: 3238, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Rei, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Touya, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku Has Hanahaki Disease, Bakugou Katsuki is a Little Shit, Bakugou Katsuki had Hanahaki Disease, Todoroki Shoto has Hanahaki Disease, Midoriya Izuku's life sucks, Bakugou Katsuki is a Bad Friend, Todoroki Shoto is a good friend, Todoroki Shoto is a good boy, Dabi is a Todoroki, Quirks exist but no heros, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hanahaki Disease, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou keeps Bakugou in check, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima Eijirou is a Sweetheart, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Angst, Bakugou Katsuki hurts Midoriya Izuku, Katsuki starts off bad, he gets better tho, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Inko is dead, No clue about my life anymore, Minor Touya/Halks, No Heros, Sick Midoriya Izuku, College AU, Yaoyorozu Momo is a Good Friend, Todoroki protects Izuku, Endgame Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Don't know what I'm doing, Help, aaaaaaaaahhhhh, Minor Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki takes care of Izuku, I've fallen for tododeku and I can't get up, and kiribaku, AND GAY, ALL THE GAY, authors need sleep, i regret everything and nothing, I'm Sorry, Still don't know what I'm doing, send help, Fair warning Bakugou is horrible in the beginning, Seriously an ass, He get better though, Has serious topics!

[ao3feed-shinkami]

Coughing Up Flowers

by HeyItsBean, HiDadImGay

Izuku wasn't sure how he had only just realized he'd loved Katsuki. He could see the signs, his whole life, the occasion reciprocations. These flowers, they had been blossoming in his denial, spreading throughout his chest like weeds. Now, with four months left, Izuku knew he had to act. If he just confessed, he knew it'd be the end of it. One way or another.

=================

“Kacchan! Please accept my feelings!” Izuku bowed the upper half of his body, thrusting out a letter towards the explosive blond. No reaction. “I-I really like you, a-and-”

“Tch. Like I could ever like a useless Deku like you.” Was his response. “What?” Izuku stood straight and looked at Katsuki, tears already gathering in his eyes and a cough threatening his throat. No. He promised himself that no matter what Katsuki said he wouldn’t tell him. How could he? It was his own fault anyway.

=================

So, anyways, this is a Tododeku story with extra gay and fluff on the side. Angst, fluff, and gay. This is a college au and a Hanahaki Disease au as well. Life sucks for a while until it slowly gets better. Enjoy my dudes. :)

Words: 3238, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Rei, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Touya, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku Has Hanahaki Disease, Bakugou Katsuki is a Little Shit, Bakugou Katsuki had Hanahaki Disease, Todoroki Shoto has Hanahaki Disease, Midoriya Izuku's life sucks, Bakugou Katsuki is a Bad Friend, Todoroki Shoto is a good friend, Todoroki Shoto is a good boy, Dabi is a Todoroki, Quirks exist but no heros, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hanahaki Disease, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou keeps Bakugou in check, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima Eijirou is a Sweetheart, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Angst, Bakugou Katsuki hurts Midoriya Izuku, Katsuki starts off bad, he gets better tho, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Inko is dead, No clue about my life anymore, Minor Touya/Halks, No Heros, Sick Midoriya Izuku, College AU, Yaoyorozu Momo is a Good Friend, Todoroki protects Izuku, Endgame Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Don't know what I'm doing, Help, aaaaaaaaahhhhh, Minor Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki takes care of Izuku, I've fallen for tododeku and I can't get up, and kiribaku, AND GAY, ALL THE GAY, authors need sleep, i regret everything and nothing, I'm Sorry, Still don't know what I'm doing, send help, Fair warning Bakugou is horrible in the beginning, Seriously an ass, He get better though, Has serious topics!

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/22707742

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Masterlist for all my bnha AUs

you can ask me about any of these, at any time. I love to talk about my ideas. asking about them will never ever both me.

Warning: the descriptions on the aus are accurate, but not at all written seriously, and i got more bored and wacky as the list went on, enjoy

Ones that have been published on AO3 so far:

Green Lightning: vigilante!izuku au, featuring gadgets, a smug ferret, loopholes, and Shinsou and Hatsume as main characters + two OCs

My Neighbor Midoriya: best friends au with Shinsou and Izuku, featuring lots of fluff, Tsuyu in the Izusquad, actual Bakugou character development, and the complete disregard of just about everything that happens in canon

A Shadow In An Empty Room: ghost quirk!izuku au, featuring NANA SHIMURA, ghostly puns, and lots of various ghosts which may or may not eventually include Touya Todoroki

Crossover AUs/ AUs where the characters are just in the setting of another story:

Hero Emblem: Awakening: Fire Emblem: Awakening au, featuring prince Shouto who adopts random hobos he finds on the ground, izuku who is the random hobo on the ground and also has amnesia, incredibly fed up royal guard Iida, awesome big bro Natsuo, and Shigaraki who hates the good guys because Endeavor is a dick, which is Understandable Have A Nice Day(TM)

Hero Emblem: Fates: Fire Emblem: Fates au, featuring izuku with more low key amnesia, family feud medieval edition, More Shinsou Love, and other worldly shananigans. Also no one dies because I Said So. (also, like in the game, after the chapter where the crossroads comes the audience will get to choose which path to take, and i might end up writing all three paths which would be exhausting but Worth It(TM) )

Hero Emblem: Echoes, Shadows of Valentia: FE: SOV au, featuring an author who Definitely Does Not Have An Obsession with fire emblem, they swear, secret prince Shouto, rowdy boy Izuku, general good friendship, and Darth Vader twists that I saw coming from a mile away in the original game

Rune Hero: Rune Factory 4 au, featuring more amnesia izuku because that’s just how the games i like happen to start, weirdly, Dragon Dad Might, incredibly badass moma Inko, and as much or as little fluff as anyone wants

Puella Magi Izuku Magica: Madoka Magica au, featuring pain, suffering, and ooowwwchhh feelings, but also in the end (because of time shenanigans) everyone lives i promise

Delta Rune au that I don’t have a name for, featuring Shouto eats moss, Shinsou eats chalk, Izuku has the power of fluffy boys, and I Don’t Know Who Lancer Is Yet, But It’s Either Eri Or Prototype Bakugou, Help Me Choose, People

Magnus Chase au that I don’t have a name for either, featuring Norse Mytholigy shenanigans, literally a ray of sunshine Izuku, magic elf Shouto, I Forgot Who Blitzen Is And I’ll Edit It In Later, Fuck, Valkyrie Jirou, chaotic good kids of class 1-A that fuck shit up as a Family, shapeshifter Shinsou, and some good wholesome momojirou

Fossil Fighters Champions au and i’m starting to realize i’m not good at naming things yet, featuring It’s A Pokemon AU But With Dinosaurs, where are all my fossil fighters kids at, Literally A Skeleton Man Toshinori, and low key causing the end of the world by accident

Mekakucity Heroes: Kagepro au (finally something else that actually has a name), featuring One Big Damn Family, whoops I think Kirishima is dead, Bakugou is more depressed and less of a bitch, Izuku is actually 150 years old but is basically 15 in body and spirit so details details, Actually, Technically Everyone Is Dead, But Not, everyone has crazy powers but not the same powers that their quirks are, and Kagepro is fucking weird and also niche so probably a very small fan base here

Sword Hero Online: sao au but it’s 1000% better than sao in every way and makes sense, featuring Everyone Is A Gamer, Bakugou being that douche who cusses people out online in chat, Izuku playing DPS, Kiri playing Tank, Uraraka playing Support, and a story that actually has an end and doesn’t drag out forever

AUs set in the BNHA universe:

Shinsou with One For All AU, featuring bffs Izuku and Shinsou, again, because that’s just my brand at this point, Izuku having a quirk and it’s basically that he’s a dnd character (luck and dice rolls), not much else because I came up with this idea like yesterday and haven’t had a lot of time to plan rip

A Bit Of Irony: Hisashi Midoriya is a villain au, featuring slightly pyrophobic Izuku, bonding over garbage fire dads, and a lot of other things that I don’t want to give away just yet but it’s good trust me I promise

Mirrored Fate: Okay, it’s an au of the above where Izuku has both his parent’s quirks, featuring not really a villain and doesn’t actually want to hurt people but is kinda stuck here Izuku, Shouto befriending the technically not a villain, villains not every getting the hint that Izuku will never stop helping the heroes with shit, and Izuku eventually getting saved I promise

again, because I cannot stop, it’s another au that sort of follows the one above but in this one it’s Villain!Endeavor and Number 2 Hero!Hisashi Midoriya, featuring absolutely horrible garbage fire dads, the number two hero spot must be cursed to make you a douche unless if you’re Hawks, a villain second only to All For One who just wants to beat the shit out of All Might, and like izuku in the au above, shouto helping the heroes at literally any opportunity because the villains can’t catch the hint that these kids are just good kiddos

Shouto and Izuku swap AU, featuring Shouto Midoriya as achey brakey bone hurt juice boy, Izuku Todoroki as oh god stop the feels no, Shouto taking absolutely none of Bakugou’s shit except he can’t actually physically do anything to stop it, making friends and being nice out of spite, and Shouto using support gear which may or may not include a taser which solves a lot of problems to be honest

MY Hero Academia: it’s bnha but I do literally whatever the fuck I want to it when it comes to fixing things, featuring a sentient narrator who is too sassy, Izuku staying quirkless, Bakugou being less of a douche and then getting actual character development, no Mineta, well designed costumes, and much much more

Is It A Crime To Have A Good Time: Fun little one shot where the villains just spend the day at an amusement park. Not doing malicious things, mind you, but just general petty things, such as popping kids’ balloons, cutting in line, playing bumper cart in the go karts that explicitly say ‘do not use like bumper karts’, etc. 

Secret Identities: au where it’s only 8% of the population that has quirks and so they’re more like vigilante heroes that you see in comic books, featuring identity hiding shenanigans, accidentally falling in love with both a person’s secret identity and real person, oblivious lesbians (written by a hella oblivious lesbian), and hiding quirks badly

AU where kouta replaces bakugou and bakugou replaces kouta, featuring an actually decent childhood friendship, Kouta being incredibly done with his reckless bff who just got the ultimate quirk of breaking his bones, and becoming a hero to stop your best friend from getting himself killed smh

it’s bnha but I randomized who ends up in Class A and who ends up in Class B, featuring lots of Class B kids, and honestly, isn’t that enough to make you want it?

The Purrfect Hero: CAT QUIRK AU!! featuring cat boy Izuku, lots of obscure cat facts, absolutely always fucking tired and has sleepy bitch disease Izuku, sometimes knocks things off tables on accident, sometimes knocks things off tables on purpose, feels like he doesn’t get taken seriously, and immediately bonds with Shouto over mmm left side warm and bonds with Shinsou over ‘OH MY GOD YOU’RE A CAT’

Underground Avengers: okay, you know how in like episode two when All Might is explaining his injury he says he got it in a fight five years ago, and we as the audience now know that it was against AFO??? Okay, in this AU, the result of that fight was reversed and AFO won and All Might is in hiding and unable to use his quirk anymore, featuring dystopian au vibes, Aizawa Is Always A Mom, secretly used to be a pro hero Inko, and actually on the side of the good guys for once Stain even those he’s a bastard and I hate him in canon

there’s probably more that I’m forgetting, but I’ll edit it and add what I’m missing later

[guardianspirits13]

A few more doodles for my Sick Touya Au :)

[guardianspirits13]

Hi, I saw your art for the AU where Touya weakness is a medical conditon and I wanted to know if there is a story based on it or a one shot ?

PS: I love your art, is amazing

Hi!! Sorry that I’m so late to respond, I never check my inbox so I was surprised to find so many kind messages there!!!!

The concept for Touya with a quirk-based medical condition is my own idea, so while there is no fanfiction it was based off of, I do have a work in progress for the story! It’s nowhere near finished but here’s an excerpt just for you 😘

(read under cut)

(Important side note- in this au, Endeavor and Rei are good parents who do everything possible to help Touya’s condition. They do inadvertently give less attention to the other kids, but it’s in no way malicious since he has different and more urgent needs)

Touya had always been a small kid.

It was his small stature perhaps, that gave him that spark in his eye. That determined gaze, setting his jaw and taking the world on every step of the way. If he had to fight to be heard, to be seen, then so be it. He refused to be forgotten, lost to a cloud of strangers who were taller, stronger, better.

Natsuo knew this more than anyone.

He had always admired his big brother, always looked at him through the eager eyes of a child. Touya radiated warmth- he was gentle and kind and smiled in the face of pain, if only to comfort his younger siblings- and Natsuo loved him more than anything else in the world.

Touya had always been different. He was always a little unbalanced, always heasitant to rush into things. Always looking out for himself, everywhere he went, lest he take one wrong step and land right back in the emergency room.

For as long as Natsuo could remember, Touya had been sick, but he never let that stop him.

-

He recieved the diagnosis two weeks before his sixth birthday.

It was a cloudy winter day, wind whistling around the walls of the Todoroki estate and cold air seeping through the cracks of thin wooden doors.

This couldn’t have mattered less to six-year-old Touya, however, as he played with his father in the training room. Well, not exactly playing. His dad referred to it as training, but Touya loved it anyways. Hurling brilliant bursts of fire at his father and dodging blasts in return was thrilling. He loved the crackling whoosh of the flames, and their dancing warmth on his skin. He loved running around, laughing, spending time with his dad.

Nothing, it seemed, could ruin this moment of joy as he barely managed to dodge a fireball and it tickled his ear. He emitted a small giggle as he rolled onto the floor. He looked back up at his opponent, towering above his tiny form, and grinned mischeviously. He feigned taking a moment to catch his breath, using it to focus all his power into his hands and create one small, brilliant ball of  sparkling blue flame. As Touya stepped up off the floor, the flame flickered violently, roaring like a caged lion- yearning to be set free. He posed properly, as he had been taught, and reeled his arms to his side.

With a shout of victory he thrust his arms forward, and a wall of flame engulfed the room. It was blinding. The bright light engulfed everything, the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Everything was white, and suddenly Touya felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. His body went limp, and the last thing he saw as the white faded to black were his father’s eyes, contorted with worry.

-

He woke up in the hospital. He only recognized the scene from movies, white-washed walls, a large window obscured by sheer curtains and a steady beep…beep…beeping sound coming from somewhere behind him. He lay in a small bed, just as white as the rest of the room. A tube stuck out of his hand that hurt a bit whenever he wiggled his fingers, and it seemed to have some sort of liquid running through it. On his other hand was some sort of weird clip, and right below his nose was another tube that itched his nostrils. He looked around the room again, hoping someone was there that he could talk to. Nope. He did his best to sit up without moving any of the wires, and just as he crossed his legs the door peeked open.

“Touya!” His mom stepped in the room, and nearly ran to pull him into a gentle hug, her cold hands making his skin prickle.

“Hi, sweetie…how do you feel?”

“…I’m hungry.”

“That’s okay, the nurse should be in soon with a meal.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s past your bedtime.” His mom laughed softly. “It’s almost eleven o’ clock.”

Touya looked up at her with wide eyes. He had never stayed up this late before. It felt like he was a grown-up or something. He glanced at the tube in his hand. Maybe he didn’t want to be a grown up. It seemed scary.

“Am I going to die?”

His mom looked at him, eyes bright and wide.

“Oh, no, sweetheart, you aren’t going to die.”

She reached over and took his hand. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Then why am I here? Isn’t this where people die? What is this for?” He fired off all his questions at once, embellishing the final one with a tug on the tube that sat awkwardly on his face. His mom gently guided his hand away from it.

“You passed out when you were training with your father. We brought you here just to be safe. The doctors have to run a couple tests, but you’ll probably be allowed to leave first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Where’s dad and Fuyumi and everyone?”

“Your father had to go home to tuck them in. We switched places to look after Natsuo, because babies can get cranky in hospitals.” She brushed the hair out of his face, fingers heasitating for a second as they raked through the fresh streak of white in his dark red hair.

Touya closed his eyes as his mother leaned in and softly pressed her lips to his forehead. The motion was calming, and he relaxed as another bout of exhaustion called to him, lulling him to sleep once again.

-

A week later, the only evidence Touya had of having been in the hospital was an All-Might band-aid on his right hand, where the weird tube had poked his skin. He stared out the window of the moving car, counting mailboxes and trees as they flew past. His mom and dad said they needed to talk to the doctor again, because Touya had a test. He didn’t remember taking a test, but he hoped he didn’t fail it, anyways. His little siblings got to stay at home with a babysitter to watch a movie. He was jealous of them.

Once they got to the doctors office, a nurse led them through identical hallways until they got to a small room. Inside was a countertop, and a big chair, and some normal chairs. Touya got to sit in the big chair. His feet were so high off the ground! His mom sat in a small chair next to him, and his father stood. The nurse left them there alone for a few minutes.

Touya swung his feet lazily as he waited for something to happen. He watched the clock. He hummed a song.

Eventually the door opened, and a short, round man with similarly round glasses stepped in. He shook hands with Touya’s dad, then his mom, then Touya. He said he was the doctor and they were going to figure out what was wrong with him. Touya didn’t know there was anything wrong with him. He looked to his mom for reassurance, and she smiled and took his hand.

The doctor settled down in the second chair. He reached into a pocket on his white coat and pulled out an envelope. He said a few words before slitting it open, and retrieving a single piece of paper. He said some big words that Touya didn’t umderstand. He talked for a few minutes, but Touya was bored so he ignored him. He looked around the room- the bright lights on the ceiling; his father taking up the whole corner; his worn sneakers with stomp-lights that didn’t work anymore. His mom squeezed his hand, and he turned to look at her.

Was mommy…crying?

She reached up with her free hand to wipe her face and smiled at him again, but this time her smile was different. It was a sad smile, like the ones she used whenever Touya scraped his knee or ran to her crying after he fell off his bike. Touya stared back at her. He didn’t know how to feel. He didn’t understand what was going on. His mom turned again and asked the doctor a question. He answered patiently. Then another one. He answered that one too. And on it went, until the doctor finally stood up, shook his parents’ hands once more, and left without a word.

The room was silent for a moment, then Touya’s dad reached down and picked him up off his chair, holding him to his chest with one arm. With the other, he grasped his mom’s shoulder. She had her face covered with her hands, but in a few seconds she sniffled softly and took the hand on her shoulder, allowing herself to trail behind them as they headed back out to the car.

-

“I’m afraid your son has a rare quirk disease.” The doctor looked up from the creased paper containing the damning lab results.

Rei’s heart dropped. She turned to look at her husband. He was stoic, standing frozen in the corner, face shadowed by the ceiling light. She let her eyes rest on her child, seated closer to her, fidgeting with the zipper on his sweatshirt. Touya, her eldest child. Her baby. She took a deep breath and turned back to the doctor, who continued.

“It is known as Degenerative Quirk Disease.” He paused. “The cause of the disease is unknown, but the essence of it is that the quirk preys on the life force of the user. The more he uses his quirk the faster his body will deteriorate, and unfortunately once the damage is done there is no known way to reverse it. As per the name of the disease, it is degenerative and will get worse over time. Unfortunately this does mean that your son will have a shorter lifespan. All known cases have eventually proven to be fatal.”

The room was silent for a moment. Rei’s vision blurred with tears. She squeezed Touya’s hand and he looked down at her, wide-eyed and innocent.

“Mommy?”

Rei smiled softly at him as tears broke her waterline. She haistily swiped them away. She couldn’t bring herself to reassure him. What a terrible mother she was.

She turned away, looking back at the doctor.

“Is there anything we can do?”

He nodded slowly.

“While there is no known cure, there is treatment available. In fact, just recently a villain-strength quirk suppresant was approved for medical use. The only way to slow the disease is to prevent the usage of his quirk as much as possible. This is the best option available, as even among those who thoroughly abstain from using their quirks, there are still accidents and passive attributes to most quirks that would expedite the disease, such as fire-resistance.” He nodded at the man in the corner. His face, normally highlighted with dancing flames, was dark and unreadable.

Rei prompted him further, eager to learn how to save her child.

“What does treatment entail?”

“The most promising option available is a weekly IV treatment supplemented with oral medication.  Both help to suppress quirk usage as much as possible to delay progression of the disease. With regular use his lifespan could be expanded by up to five years, compared to manually abstaining. Now I know this doesn’t sound like the most effective treatment, but given the life expectancy without treatment, five more years of life is the best gift you could give him right now.”

-

That’s all I have for now! If I ever decide to finish it I’ll upload it to my Ao3, and if you like my writing you can find more of it there as well :)

Again, thank you so much for the support! I’m so glad you like my art so I’ll be sure to keep on creating!

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#5

Salt, Sugar, Heat

Summary: Shimura Tenko is given an ultimatum by his father: Find work or find another place to live. He applies at a small bakery and winds up finding much more than just a job. (It's an AU, in other words.)

Rating: SFW, but has themes of emotional and physical trauma, abuse, discrimination, and violence.

Relationships: Shimura Tenko/Todoroki Touya eventually, plus friendships galore

Chapter 1: Help Wanted

Death stared people in the face everyday. War, famine, disease, crime, the elements, and just plain shitty luck. Despite the constant, cold presence of mortality looming over them humanity persisted. Tenko knew this. Especially since his dad loved to remind him how good he had it compared to others. Not to mention how much worse his life could be. That didn’t stop Tenko from wishing he was gazing into the skull sockets of the Reaper itself instead of at a brick building across the street.

He reached up to scratch his neck only to be thwarted by the starched white collar of his shirt. The tie that went with it wrapped his throat like a hangman’s noose. What bullshit. Who went to these lengths for a crappy food service job anymore? As if the artist’s gloves covering two of his fingers and half his hands despite the summer heat didn’t make him stand out enough, he had to put on a dork uniform too? He probably looked like a kid playing dress up in his parent’s clothes. Which…well…he was. But his dad had insisted. And whatever Shimura Kotaro wanted, Shimura Kotaro got. First impressions are important, his mom had told him as she’d helped knot the stupid strip of fabric for him. Dad just wants what’s best for you.

Tenko snorted. Dad wanted rent and utilities. Nevermind a son who wasn’t a slacker and embarrassment.

Although wishes for a swift death by hit and run loitered at the back of his mind, Tenko looked both ways before jaywalking from the bus stop to the building’s glass doors. A stylized donut glazed with chocolate and sprinkles floated among two little clouds in the logo. Oboro Donatsu, declared a mix of kanji and katakana beneath. After a deep, shaky breath Tenko yanked one door open and stepped inside. The AC granted his irritable skin instant relief. He scratched at the flaky patches around his eyes.

“Sorry, we’re closing up for the day. Please come by tomorrow.”

Tenko froze, heart stuffed into the back of his throat. Behind the counter and glass cases that curved along one corner of the shop, two people stared at him. When he failed to move or reply, the one on the left scowled. His expression would’ve been intimidating enough even if he wasn’t covered in vivid green scales, had fingers tipped with claws, and showed a glimmer of needle-teeth inside his elongated mouth. Quirk mutant. Freak, hissed a voice from the subconscious pit Tenko’s worst fears usually crawled from. Just like you.

“I said we’re closed,” the man snapped. His long lavender hair bristled. “No more customers.”

Tenko’s paralysis finally broke. “I’m not…but I…” Pulse thundering in his ears, he held the thin leather folder he’d also borrowed from his dad up in front of him like a shield. “Interview,” he managed to gasp.

The scaly face slackened into confusion. “Inter…oh. Oh!” Reddish eyes (freak, just like you) widened. “You’re here about the baking position, aren’t you? Okay, cool.”

Just when Tenko believed he could resume breathing the figure on the right burst into giggles that flipped his flight or fight switch again. Although the boy's fine light brown hair and soft face put him at no older than fifteen maximum, his grin belonged to an inquisitor torturing heretics on the rack.

“Ah, yes. Another sacrifice to the flames.” He even had the whole steepling his fingers thing nailed down.

An ice cube dropped down the back of the kid’s shirt shattered his demeanor.

“What’d I tell you about spouting creepy nonsense to strangers?” his reptilian companion scolded.

It took a minute of squirming and squealing for the boy to make the ice drop to the floor. With his lower lip jutting in a pout he looked even younger. “Only do it to the rude ones.”

“Exactly. Now try not to demolish the store while I take my eyes off you for thirty seconds.” Glancing to Tenko, the man beckoned with a clawed hand. “C’mon. The boss and manager are in the back.”

For a moment, Tenko weighed the merit of staying vs. fleeing from the shop screaming. Once the moment passed he scurried after the man through a set of swinging double doors. He caught impressions of an expansive kitchen on the other side: a long counter with cutting boards and condiment stations, a giant stainless-steel sink, rolling wire racks stacked with plastic crates. The smell of fresh baked bread lingered in the air. Crumbs littered the tile floor, crunching under his red sneakers. At a door in the rear corner of the area, the man stopped. He knocked a few times, waited until he got a muffled response, then stuck his head in.

“Hey, boss? Big Sis? There’s a guy here for the assistant baker job.”

“Splendid. Show him in, Iguchi Shuichi, if you would.”

Turning back to Tenko, the man—Iguichi Shuichi—nodded. “All you from here. Good luck.” With that, he strolled off to resume his post.

Tenko tried to swallow but his throat had closed up. Somehow, he scraped enough willpower together to shuffle to the open door. Peering inside, he felt the blood drain from his face.

One of the tallest…could he really call a nightmare figure of rippling darkness a person? It…he…did have on a suit that would’ve made Tenko’s dad look shabby by comparison. Person-shaped at least.

“Ah, Shimura Tenko, is it?” Gold eyes in what should’ve been a face narrowed and arched. “Thank you for coming to meet with us on such short notice. I’m Kurogiri, the owner of this humble establishment.”

Despite the formal clothing and sonorous voice, the shadow person’s tone radiated warmth and welcome. It thawed Tenko’s limbs enough for him to remember some manners. He bowed.

“Uh, it wasn’t any trouble. Thank you for giving me the opportunity.” Not like he had much else to do that day. Or much choice.

“Please have a seat.”

Only fifty percent sure he’d faint by then, Tenko scuffled inside and plopped into a big leather office chair on one side of a large desk. Another tall figure, flesh and bone this time, sat across from him at a computer. Eyes behind green-tinted sunglasses looked up from the screen. Full, red-painted lips stretched into a smile.

“Oh, my! What beautiful hair you have, honey!”

The gears of Tenko’s mind clicked to a stop. Beautiful? The sickly strands that had turned the same blue-gray as a drowned sailor’s skin when his quirk activated? The tangled mess that stuck out every which way because he never brushed, touched, or even looked at it as much as he could help it? That was beautiful?

Kurogiri huffed a laugh. “This is our general manager, Miss Hikiishi Magne. She handles much of the day-to-day business that keeps us afloat, including payroll. Also a connoisseur of rare tresses, apparently.”

“One owner of fabulous locks recognizes another. With a smirk, she raked a hand through her shoulder-length auburn hair, then scratched at the matching stubble lining her jaw.

Since he doubted he could stand without keeling over, Tenko offered her a bow from his chair. “Pleased to meet you, miss.”

“Oh, just Magne is fine, honey. If we start acting like we work in a stuffy office Kurogiri might expect us to start dressing like him.”

“Ahem.” Shadowy hands smoothed down an already flawless waistcoat. “Shall we proceed?”

Tenko resisted the urge to claw at the tie strangling him. “Um, okay.”

“Tell me, Shimura Tenko. Why did you decide to apply to our little bakery?”

Answers flooded his mind. Because my dad’ll kick my ass onto the street if I don’t get a job or go to university instead of playing video games. Because you’re not one of his business cronies who’ll tattle on me the second I screw up. Because maybe this sort of job won’t be as miserable as customer service sounds. Not that he could say any of those things. Fortunately, a couple bits and pieces of truth made it through his filter of common sense.

“Well, you’re hiring someone for the graveyard shift, right? I’m more active at night. And the posting mentioned I didn’t need experience to apply, so…”

“I see. It’s true we’re willing to train, and I’ll see to teaching you myself in regards to recipes and production. The hours will be from midnight to about seven in the morning—it can vary, depending on what needs to be done. You will, I’m afraid, be required to work weekends. Would such a schedule be acceptable?”

“Um, yeah. I mean, yes, that works.” It wasn’t like he had a social circle or anything.

“Don’t worry, though, honey,” Magne chimed in. “We’ll make sure you get two consecutive days off every week so you can rest up.”

“Indeed. This work can be rather demanding.” Kurogiri loomed forward, golden eyes boring into Tenko. “Are you capable of lifting sacks of ingredients several times a night? Handling a peel? What about working in front of a 250˚ Celsius oven?”

Tenko scratched at his skinny arm through the stiff sleeve of his shirt before catching himself. At no point in life could he have been described as athletic. His strategy for describing physical education periods during school had involved hanging back and being as near to invisible as possible. And while he had no clue what a peel might be it sounded serious. Tenko gnawed his bottom lip until it stung and he tasted blood.

Finally, he decided to stick with the truth. “I don’t know if I can do any of that stuff. But…I’d like to try.”

Kurogiri’s eyes squinched up—his version of a smile, Tenko realized. “What do you think, Miss Magne?”

“I say we give him a shot. If baking doesn’t turn out to be his thing, he can always help Himiko out with donuts and pastries instead.”

“I agree. Well then, Shimura Tenko, it’s settled. When would you be available to start?”

His breath caught. “Wait…you mean you’re actually hiring me?”

Magne fell back in her chair and laughed. “Don’t sound so surprised. I’ll print out some paperwork for you to sign so we can make it official.”

Tenko gripped the leather folder in his lap, keeping his pinkies raised despite the gloves’ protection. “Okay, um. I can start whenever. You need my quirk registration papers, right?” Maybe they’d think twice once they knew what he was. What he could do.

“Miss Magne will make copies for our records and such,” Kurogiri said, waving a hand. “Shall we say you start tomorrow then, at midnight? Feel free to dress in your usual attire. After all, we wouldn’t want this to feel like, ahem, a stuff office.”

And that, by some miracle, was that. Magne brought him some tea while he filled out the appropriate forms. After signing the last he transformed from Tenko, aimless twenty-something into Tenko, gainfully employed adult. He wandered back to the front of the shop in a daze, expecting to wake up at any minute.

“Hey. Shimura, right?”

Tenko paused and blinked at the two people behind the counter. The one called Shuichi regarded him with pursed lips for a moment.

“So. I hear we’re coworkers now.” He coughed lightly, red eyes sliding away. “Cool. Welcome to the team and all that hype. I’m Iguchi Shuichi, in case you didn’t hear. The mini evil overlord here is Kukichi Kaoru. Don’t eat or drink anything he offers you. Trust me.”

The kid—Kaoru—shot Shuichi a glower. When he looked back to Tenko, though, a maniacal grin split his face.

“See you around, fellow wage-slave.”

Not even a veiled threat from a creepy child dampened Tenko’s spirits in that moment. He waved and murmured a goodbye before drifting out the door.

-

Luck stayed by his side all the way home. His mother was the only one to greet him when he returned. She leaned out of the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

“How’d it go?” Despite the sparkle and cheer in her tone the little V of worry never disappeared from between her brows.

“They hired me.” His cheeks ached from smiling the entire bus ride already, but he just couldn’t stop. “I start tomorrow.”

His mom strode over and wrapped him in a hug. Tenko closed his eyes, returning the embrace. The faint smell of jasmine soap and the vegetables she’d been cutting for dinner dispelled any lingering phantoms of anxiety. When she pulled away, her smile matched his.

“Your dad will be so proud of you.”

Tenko’s good mood cracked right down the middle. If his mom noticed his expression had shifted into a grimace she didn’t show it.

“Sure,” he said through numb lips.

“I’ll make something special to celebrate. Or maybe we can eat out somewhere.”

“No!” He flinched at the sharpness of his voice. “I mean, no, don’t go through the trouble. I need to sleep through the afternoon now since I’ll be working at night, so I’m going straight to bed. You know, to get myself used to the schedule.” Like he wasn’t already a pro at staying up to play games until dawn.

She reached up and combed his disastrous hair away from his brow with her fingers. He’d inherited its waviness from her. They’d shared the same rich, dark brown—almost black—coloring too before his quirk had manifested, made him kill the family dog, and marked him as a threat to society for the rest of his life.

“I’ll leave your portion in the fridge for when you wake up then. Don’t forget and go for the instant noodles or something, okay?”

He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Thanks, Mom.”

As soon as he reached the sanctuary of his room, Tenko ripped off the bullshit tie, popped open the collar of his shirt, and scratched with impunity. He considered Decaying the whole outfit, minus his sneakers. Then again, the tie belonged to his dad, who’d no doubt report his only son for unlawful use of a deadly quirk without hesitation. He sighed and threw the clothes into his hamper. Who knew how long he’d last at this bakery job before he had to go looking for something else anyway.

His plan had been to hole up in his room, but by the time he’d changed and showered Tenko found he really was sleepy. He had rushed around all morning. Not to mention run the gauntlet by interacting with more strangers than he had since graduating from school. Besides, he’d have the entire night free to get some gaming in.

After closing the curtains against as much light as possible, Tenko settled into bed and the rhythm of a new life.

Go to Chapter 2

21 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 04:11:08 GMT

#4

No.28 for shigadabi pls!

Couldn't stop at 100 words here either. Oh, well. Thanks for the prompt! Hope it's as fun to read as it was to write. ^^

Send me a number and a pairing and I'll write a ficlet

It was done. The bosses, including the final one, had fallen. Tomura had earned every upgrade. Beaten each challenge along the way. All achievements unlocked. Congratulations. Roll credits.

Except this was reality--the reality he and his friends had fought (and in two cases died) for. 

"Sooo...now what?" Dabi asked. His blue eyes swept over the smoking ruins of the battleground surrounding them like the answer would be sticking out of the rubble. 

That was the question, wasn't it? Tomura frowned. If this had been a game, he could just start another. Play something with new objectives. That required a different style of strategy. 

Slowly, the frown curved around the other way. He held out a hand to Dabi.

"Marry me?"

Blue eyes darted over to him, blinking, startled. "You want...but I'm…" Taking a deep breath, Dabi collected himself. He slid one scarred, half-stapled hand beneath Tomura's, the other covering it from the top. "Yes, is what I'm trying to say."

"But?"

"But what do we do after? You know, when we're married?" He rocked back on his bootheels a little, like the idea made him light-headed. 

Tomura consulted his memory on life simulator games. "How do you feel about growing crops?"

For a minute, Dabi just stared at him. A twitch finally started at the corner of his mouth which hinted at a suppressed smile. "Well, I guess I could get used to anything. As long as we're together." 

"No carrots, though. I don't like those."

Leaning over, Dabi brushed a light kiss over Tomura's lips. "Whatever you say, boss."

21 notes • Posted 2021-07-18 23:06:42 GMT

#3

Pull Test

Summary: Shigaraki and Kurogiri meet with the League of Villain's newest candidate.

Rating: Gen Fic, SFW

Relationships: Shigaraki & Magne

Characters: Shigaraki Tomura, Magne, Kurogiri, Giran, mentioned Dabi, mentioned Toga Himiko

Words: 2,732

Warnings: Implied/Referenced transphobia and deadnaming when Magne's background is mentioned, swearing

The manila folder dropped from the air like a dead bird, hitting the bar top with a slap. Tomura jerked back, stool wobbling beneath him, and grit his teeth as he heard the staccato sounds of his fighter taking damage in his game. Recovering balance, he hit the pause button before glaring at the warp gate that swirled into being across the way.

“Another one already?” he snapped the moment the tall figure of his caretaker stepped out of the darkness.

Kurogiri straightened both his tie and metal gorget. “I was quite impressed myself. Giran is proving to be as professional and efficient as advertised.” He motioned to the folder he’d air dropped in. “Shall we consider this new candidate together, Shigaraki Tomura?”

Tomura wasn’t in the mood to consider shit. He hadn’t been hanging around the bar for going on two hours hoping for work to come along. One of his hands strayed to his pocket. He touched the lump that was the jar of salve he’d taken to carrying at all times. The serpentine ridge of a friendship bracelet (I used red, white, and black string so it would match you, Tomura-kun!) had joined it a week ago. Of course, he’d die before admitting to lurking just to catch a glimpse of Dabi. Or that he’d agreed to let Toga show him her favorite otome games as soon as she came back from her shopping trip. He definitelycouldn’t tell the smug old ink splatter to fuck off and let him get back to his goal of a high score—not without having how wrong he’d been about those same two people rubbed in his face.

That left being a responsible leader as the only option.

Tomura growled and set his game aside. He flicked the folder open. “Fine. What’s this new asshole’s name?” Giving in didn’t require him to be gracious about it.

“Ah. About that. I believe there’s a conflicting issue in her files about that point. Her family name is Hikiishi, however, her given one, or both, may require an update.”

A look at the top of the file filled in the blanks. The picture Giran had included showed the candidate flashing a bold smile at the camera. Shoulder-length auburn hair framed prominent cheekbones. Slightly darker fuzz lined her jaw and chin. Tomura couldn’t tell what color her eyes were behind her sunglasses, but they locked with his through lenses and stock paper alike. Hikiishi Kenji, read the first line of information on the page beneath the photo. A police report, by the looks of it.

“I see. Well, for now let’s just call Hikiishi by her alias until she confirms with us.” Tomura skimmed through the info again. “Magne, right? Related to her quirk, I assume.”

The currents of Kurogiri’s mist slowed and relaxed into looser coils. “Correct.”

Tomura frowned. “What? Did you think I’d have some sort of problem with the name thing?”

“After the misunderstanding with Dabi—”

“Dabi and I talked.”

The yellow eyes glowing within the darkness widened. “Did you now?”

Fuck, he wasn’t turning red, was he? Was he? “We’re adults. We worked shit out, okay? Not everybody has a stick up their ass about being polite all the time.” He scooped up his game, more than ready to retreat into something he could control. “When are we expecting Magne?”

“Giran can bring her by tomorrow evening.”

“Fine. Let’s get the stupid meet and greet crap over with.” When only silence followed, Tomura raised his gaze from the screen to glare at Kurogiri. “What?”

The wisps curling from the smoggy bastard’s head looked suspiciously like smiles. “Nothing, Shigaraki Tomura. Nothing at all.”

-

Taptaptap.

Tomura’s finger rose and fell on the bartop fast enough to give a sewing machine needle a run for its money. The ball of his right foot bounced on the stool’s crossbar in time with it.

Taptaptap.

Giran had promised he’d be there between 9:00 and 10:00. The clock by the door pointed to 9:51.

Taptaptap.

Lots of people would be riding the trains on a Friday night. Or roaming the streets, looking for food and alcohol, karaoke, strangers to stave off loneliness. Heroes would be out in force as a result, watching for any predators stalking the herds of humanity. Tomura didn’t know how to calculate exact probability rates for shit hitting the fan, but he got the sense they were on the higher end under such conditions.

Taptaptap.

Why couldn’t he just run into party members along the way as needed, like in games? Each one would specialize in a skill, forming a well-rounded team. Everyone would follow him to the bitter end because they believed in him and not some ass goblin named Stain. Why they believed in Tomura wouldn’t matter, though money would be a reasonable guess. Idealism didn’t pay much from what he could tell.

Taptap—

“Be calm, Shigaraki Tomura. This meeting will go well.”

He bared teeth at Kurogiri. “There has to be a meeting for it to go a certain way. And I am calm, damn it.”

“So I see.” He finished wiping down the glass he held before setting it on the bar and grabbing another. “My apologies.”

Tomura twisted on the stool to give the smart ass shadow a piece of his overthinking mind.

Knock, knock, knock.

Without missing a beat, Kurogiri stuck his free hand through a small warp gate and turned the handle of the door across the room. He went back to polishing as two figures entered the bar.

For someone who charged such high fees, Giran went out of his way to look cheap and kitschy. Little round tinted lenses pinched to the bridge of his nose. A scrunched scarf like someone’s guts slung around his neck. One front tooth missing in his low-key sleazy smile. The woman following right behind him and surveying her new surroundings made for a more welcome sight. Sunglasses (her and Giran both, for fucks’ sake) hid her eyes just like in her picture, but her lips held a hint of a smile.

The essence of good manners, Kurogiri bowed to their guests. “Good evening. Welcome to our humble home.”

Tomura, to balance the scales, snorted and folded his arms across his chest. “Took you long enough.”

Giran shrugged and twirled his hand, leaving behind a smoke spiral from the tip of the cigarette between his fingers. “Our train was delayed by some prankster threatening to blow up the tracks.”

“Doesn’t sound like a prank.”

“It wouldn’t have been if the lazy bastard hadn’t been trying to pass off children’s clay as plastic explosive. One of the cops noticed the stuff was bright yellow and they rushed him. They didn’t even call in a hero.” The broker shook his head. “What’s this world coming to? People can’t be bothered to find and pay for real weapons anymore. It offends my pride as a businessman.”

Behind Father, Tomura grimaced. His short-lived venture with Stain had indeed moved people to lash out at society. The problem was most of them were fucking morons. He doubted any decent candidates the League managed to net would make up for all the secondhand embarrassment he’d suffered in the past couple of weeks from watching the news.

“Oh, I don’t know,” the woman said, tapping her chin. “I felt kinda bad for the poor guy. He looked like your average office wage-slave. I thought he was going to break down in tears when they hauled him off.”

“Serves him right for cutting corners. No conviction, no integrity these days I tell you.”

She hid a grin behind her hand. “You’re heartless, Giran.”

The broker snorted smoke from his nostrils like an exasperated dragon. “I’m practical.”

“And yet you still haven’t introduced me.”

Posture straightening, Giran tugged at his weirdly anatomical scarf. “Sorry, got sidetracked. Magne, Shigaraki Tomura and Kurogiri of the League of Villains.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Slipping off his stool, Tomura gave her a short bow. The way Kurogiri swayed slightly, as if he’d swoon from shock, made the display worth it.

“I take it I’ve earned my fee?” chimed in Giran.

Kurogiri’s misty form shuddered as he roused himself. “Of course. We’ll hear from you again soon?”

“I’ve got a few candidates lined up.” The broker sketched them a mock salute before turning and closing the door behind him.

“Please, have a seat.” Tomura motioned to the row of barstools beside him.

“Thank you. Don’t mind if I do.”

While Magne approached, he studied her movements. She strode across the hardwood floor, work boots making minimal noise with each step. Grace as well as power. She knew how to use the muscle under her shirt’s rolled up sleeves rather than relying on pure size. Although, that didn’t hurt either—Tomura put her at over ten centimeters his own height at least, and she definitely outclassed him by weight. He wondered whether she had speed to go along with strength. She slid into the next seat over and rested her chin in her hands.

“Would you care for something to drink, Miss Magne?” Kurogiri asked, jumping at the chance to play host.

“Oh, my. So formal. Sure, I’ll have whatever you recommend.”

Tomura waited until a small glass of something amber-colored had been set in front of them both (ginger ale for him) and she’d taken an approving sip before getting things rolling.

“You have quite a record, Magne.” Though he’d already memorized the relevant bits, he flipped open the folder container her information.

She glanced over, shades slipping down her nose as she scanned the first page of the police report. “Twenty-nine attempted murders, huh? Is that what they’re calling those? I’m surprised you guys bothered having me come in after reading that garbage.”

“Why?”

Like a small bird, Tomura’s stomach dipped and fluttered when Magne looked at him over the edge of her glasses. Not quite in the same way it did when he caught Dabi watching him from across the room, but close enough to classify the sensation as pleasant. Her irises shone like polished agates, made up of rich layers of browns from a starburst of mahogany around her pupils to flecks of burnished copper. Tomura suddenly understood her hiding them behind lenses. Such a beautiful detail would stick in anyone’s memory.

“Somebody who tried and failed to kill that many people would look pretty incompetent, right?” she replied. “Or like they chickened out at the last second. I don’t enjoy killing. I’ll tell you that up front. But…I didn’t hesitate with the three I did put down, let’s just say that.”

Tomura, a multiple murderer himself, examined the square set of her shoulders, the twist of scorn to her mouth towards her accusers, and found no reason to doubt her. He nodded.

“The so-called attempts were from the robberies you pulled off then?”

“Mostly, though I’m sure a few of the bullies I smacked around exaggerated just to prove what big, strong men they are.” She harumphed and took another sip from her drink.

“And the actual murders?”

Her lips puckered, as if she tasted something more bitter than whatever alcohol Kurogiri had given her. “Personal matters.”

“I see.” Tomura turned the page and ran his finger further down the information. “Your quirk has some unique parameters.”

The lines of Magne’s face eased into a smile. “Oh, the gender thing? A theory really. I haven’t had much opportunity to test it seriously. It might be nothing but my own perception…but I guess that doesn’t make it any less real, does it?” She lifted a hand from her glass and reached halfway toward him. “Care for a demonstration?”

Tomura caught himself drawing away from her, his nails latching onto the sides of his neck. Cowering—great way to display his leadership skills. “What’re you going to do?”

“Oh, just tug on your arm a little. Go ahead and put it down by your side for me.”

Resisting the urge to look to Kurogiri for reassurance, he did as asked. For safety’s sake he curled his fingers into a fist.

Magne smiled. “Ready?”

According to the knot in his stomach, no, but he nodded anyway. His arm jerked and leapt up as if it were tied by a string. Tomura gasped, almost slipping off his seat. Magne caught and steadied him.

“Sorry, honey! Got so excited to show off I put a bit too much oomph into it.” She patted his shoulder as if there weren’t dead, gray hands clutching it.

“’S’alright,” he mumbled. And it was—his skin showed no marks, his muscles and joints registered no pain. He readjusted the delicate hand decorating his wrist. Cold, waxy, and pliant. Nothing like Magne.

“So, can you manipulate people’s movements? Turn them into your puppets?”

She hummed and pushed her sunglasses back into their proper place. “Not really. I can move someone with the proper amount of push versus pull, but it’s such delicate work that they could break free pretty easily. Hold out your arm and I’ll show you what I mean.”

Still making a fist, Tomura followed her suggestion. Magne positioned her hands on either side of his forearm, spread about half a meter apart. Concentration dug a V between her brows. A thrum jolted through Tomura’s bones. He startled at the rush of tingles in his elbow and shoulder but kept his balance. Something like a low electrical current pulsed along his arm, raising its pale little hairs. Eyes wide, he watched as the limb drifted from one side to the other, then up, down—anywhere the poles of Magne’s palms guided it. He could even see, feel his skin being tugged and pressed by her quirk. Taking a deep breath, Tomura drew his fist back. He met some resistance, but didn’t have to put up any real struggle.

“Weird.” He shook his buzzing fingers out. “But kinda nice. Tingly. Like an electrical field.”

Magne tilted her head and smirked. “Oh? That’s a new one. Then again, maybe I’d have heard it before if I used my quirk for something besides bashing jerks.”

What would he have done without Father hiding the fact he blushed at the slightest fucking thing? He’d never get used to talking to people at this rate.

“Your skills would be a great asset to the League, Miss Magne,” Kurogiri said, saving Tomura from having to pretend he could be witty. “I presume Giran discussed the expenses we cover? Upon joining, you would also be welcome to claim a room upstairs, should you wish.”

Magne went still. Even her breathing stopped for a moment. “You’d let me stay here?”

Tomura knew right then he’d never live down being wrong about not letting League members move into the hideout. Kurogiri would never be crass enough to say it out loud, of course. He didn’t have to. Tomura sighed, accepting his fate.

“Two members live here already, including another woman. We can introduce you to them both before you decide.”

Gaze aimed at the ceiling, Magne touched fingers to her pursed lips. “I’ve already made up my mind.” She met Tomura’s eyes, a smile lighting up her face. “Sign me up.”

Well. He had no clue whatso-fucking-ever how they’d convinced her, but results were results. Besides, she hadn’t mentioned Stain once. She deserved free room and board for that alone.

“Ah, wonderful. We’re so delighted to have you, Miss Magne.” Kurogiri steepled his fingers. “Please let me know if you require any assistance in moving your belongings. I can warp them to whichever room you choose.”

A soft laugh huffed out of her. “No need, honey. I travel light these days. Would tomorrow evening be too soon?”

Tomura shrugged. “That’s fine. I’ll make sure Toga and Dabi are around so you can meet them.” Even if he had to staple the latter to a chair to make him comply.

“Sounds like a plan.” Magne raised her glass. “To new friends then?”

There was that word again. Offered with the same ease Toga had shown. And Dabi…he’d never said it maybe but his gift had implied…well, something. Tomura touched his pocket. The weight and shapes of the items inside it. With the same hand, he picked up his own glass and clinked it against Magne’s.

“Sure. I’ll drink to that.”

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Totoro paper egg

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A winter commission by @kofiscrib! Fuyumi takes no prisoners.

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