#wants a parent who Knows but accepts him weird quirks and all

[redrobin-detective]

I’ve been kind of brain dead for ideas lately but an old one that I was batting around the other day was, following Jack Drake’s death everyone was scrambling to figure out what to do with Tim. Bruce wanted to adopt him, Dana was going to take him when she was well enough, Dick probably threw his hat into the ring to give the kid options.

Now Tim has this grand scheme to circumvent all this by hiring an actor to portray a made-up uncle but he looks out at the city one night and is Tired. This city stole his peace, bits of his flesh, his friends and now his dad. Suddenly he doesn’t want to live there anymore. He makes a phone call and a few days later, he’s on a bus to Smallville to be fostered by Martha Kent.

Kon was a little surprised at the call but Martha didn’t hesitate to sign those papers. She’d seen the fallout of Tim when his mother died, if no one else would take care of Tim then she would. He arrives with a backpack full of clothes and a U-Haul of computer equipment which he sets up in the back guest room barely leaving room for a bed.

He goes to Smallville High with Conner, eats an early, homemade dinner by Ma who kisses his forehead before he Zetas back to Gotham for patrol. He’s still Robin, still fights and bleeds for Gotham. But he can’t live there, not right now. Bruce is doing his pouty hurt dad routine, Dick thinks he’s trying to make a move on Kon but really Tim is tired of the brutality of the city and wants some peace for once in his life. He Zetas back early in the morning, quietly knocks on Ma’s door so she knows he’s back and heads to bed.

His allergies give him hell in the country but he still insists on helping Kon with chores. Conner laughs at how badly he fumbles through livestock feeding and crop tending and starts working on ways to make it more efficient. He sleeps through class and spars out in the open fields and, when he’s feeling homesick, Kon will fly him real high and drop him and he can pretend like he’s just dived off a skyscraper. Martha reminds him to eat, to sleep, to wash behind his ears and stop looking at gruesome crime scene photos at the dinner table. Tim’s never had a happy, normal family situation. It unnerves him but it soothes him too as he works, really works, on some of his more self-destructive habits. For Ma’s sake. Martha knows this is only temporary, that Tim can’t, won’t, stay away from Gotham forever. But she drapes a blanket over his shoulder where he’s fallen asleep 5 minutes into a movie on the couch and brushes his hair out of his sleep deprived eyes. She loves Bruce like a second son but Tim is her baby now too and she’ll tear B to shreds if he doesn’t properly care for Tim when he returns.

Kon and Tim, who’d been kind of dancing around their feelings for years, are now in an equally strange dynamic of ‘are we brothers now? are you just a bud crashing indefinitely at my house? we come and go from Titans Tower together what does everyone THINK is happening???’ and settle for just doing nothing. They do stay up late on nights Tim isn’t in Gotham talking about bad tv shows and how lame school is and rocket ships and the latest supervillain scandal. As weird as the situation is, Tim looks happier and healthier than he has in ages. Plus it’s kinda rad to have a sleepover with your best friend every night. As far as he is concerned, Tim never has to step foot in Gotham again.

Clark comes back to the farm from a long space mission to find Batman’s latest sidekick typing up a storm typing on a computer with one hand and stirring soup with the other. “Sup,” Tim mumbles as he remains focused on both his tasks. “Sorry, guest room is mine now. I’d offer it up but it’s a pretty tight fit in there with all my gear.” And that’s how he found out his Mom may or may not have legally kidnapped Batman’s sorta maybe I guess not kid from under his nose and he’s Clark’s unofficial little brother. All he knows is Bruce is going to be a nightmare at the next League meeting.

[theglamorousferal]

Amity Park and Gotham are sister cities.

After a reveal gone right to the town (redeemed Vlad included) and the townspeople finding out that they were ecto-contaminated enough for the GIW to apprehend them, the parents send the kids over to their sister city so they can be out of the way while they throw a coup against the GIW.

They end up staying at Drake Manor as Tim basically only uses it as storage at this point and was willing to rent out the large house. He notices weird quirks among the kids. He notices that they seemed to stay in their own little cliques for the most part, but had a sort of antagonistic sibling relationship with members of other groups. He noticed they still all spent time with each other and seemed to have each other's backs. He showed up early one Saturday and found them all in neat rows practicing martial arts, led by one of the kids. They were all working together. He knew there was something going on with them, but hadn't had a chance to figure it out yet.

Danny clocked pretty early on in their interactions that Tim was a vigilante, he knew the signs. He didn't say anything at first, not until Tim arrived at the Manor at 2:30 in the morning, obvious signs he hadn't slept in a few days, rambling to himself about someone being alive and stuck in time. Now, Danny wasn't going to expose himself, but hearing that he realizes he can help. So Danny talks to Tim, find out what he knows, and Tim is so relived that someone believes him that he ends up crying, sobbing because he's still just a kid who's father figure is missing and nobody else believes him and finally, finally he has someone who is listening.

Just, I want Tim being accepted by these chaotic children and them helping him find Bruce in time.

[theundeadsnake]

Toby x introverted future S/O that lives in a cabin, away from the rest of society

Out of all the inhabitants of the forest, Toby seems to be the friendliest of them all and the least calculating so things will move with him very fast.

He hears you; he sees you; he wants you.

This curious criminal will approach you directly within days of first seeing you.

“Hello, I’m Toby” he will greet you with a wide smile and an open palm. A weird skinny man, suddenly showing up in front of you and acting far too friendly, will raise some red flags for you. As it should.

Nevertheless, your hesitance won’t make him back down. You will see him again over and over again; he won’t take the hint.

The more distance you will try to establish, the more effort he will put into getting close to you. This is ironic. You have to spell out your dislike for humankind. And even then, he won’t be staying away for long.

He will try for sure but his desire to see you, hear your voice, the way you move, that productive little organized stranger in the woods will grow on him. And so will his curiosity.

Expect to find yourself waking up to a stranger in your house, a stranger that is slowly crossing the line into an acquaintance, then a friend, and maybe even a lover. He helps you up in the morning, makes you an oddly sweet breakfast, and brightens up your day. You wonder how he has so much time – how you can get him out of your life? Yet his persistence and constant presence in your life will become a norm for you every day.

And then you start finding out about his own little quirks, his ticks and you get to find out a bit about the anxious mess that’s hiding behind that overly confident outgoing mask.

This is the Toby most others don’t know.

The inner self of a person who grew up having to contain an act of being “normal”, an act he was never able to maintain enough to please his parents, something they used against him to hide him away. To try to fool him into accepting it all.

And slowly you begin to realize that the “Toby” you met is an illusion for the shell of a person that lost someone very dear. You are allowed to see behind the pretend and meet the reckless, possessive, revenge-focused man that he is.

An odd combination of honesty, sweetness, and cruelty.

Lucky for you, he thinks of you as someone he likes, someone he will protect. Your isolated forest life remains mostly the same. You have an extra layer of protection.

While he can visit his favorite person almost as often as he would like.

Though, beware Toby has not had many close ones that stayed, he won’t tolerate that happening again. He will not let you leave.

You’re now his little hidden obsession.

[bambirex]

Steddie request! Steve getting a shovel talk from Wayne? 🤔

Warnings: none

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Steve was fairly certain he has never been this scared in his whole life.

Meeting the Wheelers back when he was dating Nancy was nothing compared to this. Karen was nice enough, if a little uptight, and Ted only cared about watching TV anyway. He probably didn't even realize Steve was in their house.

Now, Wayne Munson was intimidating: he always had a stern look on his face, all furrowed brows and tight lips and with eyes that could stare straight into your soul. He probably could, because Steve had an uncomfortable chill running down his spine as Eddie's uncle stared him up and down.

"Do you love my nephew?"

The question caught Steve off-guard. Parents and other relatives usually started with more simple questions to get to know him, but it seemed like Wayne preferred cutting straight to the chase. Then again, Eddie was the same.

"I do, Sir," Steve replied honestly. Even when he was scared shitless, he could only smile as he thought of Eddie. Just imagining his smile had him blushing like a silly teenage girl with a crush. Of course, he loved him. There was no doubt about that.

Wayne hummed. He rapped his fingers on the edge of the table. It sounded like gunshots in the awkward silence.

"And, you're serious about this? Dating him?"

"Yes," Steve wiped his clammy palms on his jeans. "I'm not... You've probably heard things about me."

"I have. I've heard you are anything, but serious."

"I've changed," Steve promised. He gathered all his courage and looked into Wayne's eyes. "I'm not proud of who I used to be but I'm different now. Not the idiot I was, I promise."

"Eddie might look like he's all wild and careless," Wayne sighed. He pulled out a chair and sat in front of Steve. "But he's much kinder, much more emotional than he looks. I don't want you to break his heart."

Steve would rather die than to do that. The old Steve Harrington wouldn't have cared so much, but he was truly different now: he wasn't a careless coward anymore who only cared about himself. Being friends with a bunch of weird kids taught him that there was more to life than being popular. It was okay to feel things genuinely.

"I won't."

"He's quite vulnerable," Wayne continued, "you know, he's never really had a good parental figure. He only had me. And he's different than most kids. He is an outsider. And I don't want to find out you're just playing with him and making him feel even more miserable."

Steve had a very good knack for dealing with outsiders, that much was true. And yes, Eddie was something else, but he was everything that Steve ever needed. The fact he was a little weird didn't change that.

"I care about him a lot," Wayne's voice softened, and for the first time since he opened the door to a nervous Steve, he smiled. "Almost as if he's my own son. And if someone hurts him, they hurt me, too."

His eyes hardened again as he looked at Steve. Shit. Even Steve himself started smiling, believing the old Munson warmed up to him, but it seemed like he wasn't off the hook just yet. He gulped, shrinking under the searching eyes.

"I want you to treat him with the respect he deserves," Wayne grumbled, "I want you to accept all his quirks and to show him how much you care. I want you to protect him if he needs it, but I also want you to realize that my nephew is strong and brave. Don't think he couldn't shove you up against a wall if he wanted to."

"He already has," Steve chuckled. When he realized he actually said that out loud, he turned a deep shade of red, avoiding Wayne's thunderous eyes. "I mean, uh. Not like that."

(It was very much like that, but Steve decided it was better not to keep digging his own grave.)

Wayne shook his head and sighed. "Steve, I'm serious. I want you to be the kind of guy he deserves."

"I'm trying," Steve said, "I really am. Look, I don't know if I'll ever be that guy because Eddie deserves the best and... I don't know anyone could be as good as he deserves. But I'm trying, Mr. Munson, I promise. I'll never stop trying."

For a few seconds, Wayne didn't say anything, but the lines between his brows softened. Steve felt himself deflate a little, now that it seemed like Wayne wasn't about to murder him.

Steve felt extremely relieved when Eddie finally showed up. He wanted nothing more than to fly into his boyfriend's arms, but he was worried Wayne would be weirded out by such open affection.

Eddie decided for him: he quickly walked over to the couch where Steve was sitting, pulled him up quickly and into his arms, and gave him a long, deep kiss on the lips. Steve's cheeks heated, and he cast a quick glance at Wayne over Eddie's shoulder. As expected, he was staring at him sternly.

"I hope you didn't scare him too much, Wayne," Eddie chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Steve's waist. "Wouldn't appreciate if you chased away my boyfriend."

"We just talked," Wayne said easily, "right, Steve?"

"Yeah, yeah," he stammered. He thanked the Gods for Eddie's arm holding him, otherwise he would have passed out.

On their way out, Wayne whispered to him "keep your promise, or I'll find you", and Steve nearly peed himself again.

"Sorry about my old man," Eddie chuckled, once they were outside, "he can get a little intense."

"Ah, no worries, it wasn't too bad," Steve lied. Eddie sent him a glance that told Steve he saw through his bullshit, which was no surprise, considering Steve was still holding onto him like an anchor.

One thing was for sure, he needed to work very hard to gain Wayne's approval.

Until then, he was going to continue loving Eddie just like this - with all his might.

[questionable-decision]

Saw a post about “what if Luo Bingge overhears SQH refer to him as his son and thinks SQH is a deadbeat dad” and honestly that is so hilarious to me on so many levels. There are fics where SQH finds Luo Bingge as an infant, where he raises him or is his cool uncle and those fics have to tackle huge contextual plot changes and journeys and I have mad respect for them but in all of them SQH gets to start out as some random stranger to Bingge and therefore what they’re relationship becomes depends so much on what they author establishes. It’s so hard because everything starts from scratch

But in any scenario where LBH and SQH actually know each other and then develop a father-son dynamic is infinitely funnier to me because they truly have no relationship but they know each other. Bingge knows SQH as the weird cowardly dude that betrayed the sect and works for demons and rolls over at Mobei-jun’s every command and that Shen Qingqiu likes for some reason. Like imagine thinking the guy who everyone in your sect thinks is kind of a loser is your biological dad. Imagine thinking that he’s not your bio dad, but that he’s trying to adopt you. Imagine you’re living your life and then you shizun betrays you and then this asshole decide to adopt you oh wait that’s just my own fic Imagine literally any scenario of them navigating a parent-child relationship where LBH already starts off thinking SQH is a loser is so deeply, deeply funny to me. Does LBH decide to accept him? After all some family is better than none? Does he decide “no actually I have taste”? Does he tell other people or does he keep it a secret because “god better people think I’m an orphan than related to this asshole”? Does he do the whole “god, does he know that I know” bit to an oblivious SQH? Does he start looking for similarities between them to prove they aren’t related only to find a ton because LBH was a bit of a self-insert for SQH and therefore has a lot of his weird quirks? Does LBH panic and vow that he’ll never turn out like his dad!! Or does he try to secretly make his dad look cooler and help him out because he feels sorry for him? Does he mention his dilemma to Shen Qingqiu pre-identity reveal but doesn’t clarify how he knows SQH is his dad so now Shen Qingqiu thinks the character of Shang Qinghua fucked Luo Bingge’s washerwoman mom and then bounced like “damn that traitor really was a piece of shit”?  Does this delay their identity reveals because Shen Qingqiu keeps deciding to make SQH’s life a living hell? Does LBH think his shizun pushed him into the abyss because he hates SQH so much? Does he think SQH has secretly been a demon this whole time?? Is Mobei-jun his step-father now? Depending on when this occurs this is either 1) incredibly awkward because now you’re his boss but also his son but also maybe you don’t care but also also maybe like you do want approval and he’s the most reasonable “normal” parental authority figure you have available but also you are his boss and you can/did kick his ass or 2) (if this occurs pre-demon realm conquering) is this  exactly the kind of respected father figure LBH needs except he is fully a demon which is LBH’s major conflict of not being sure if he can accept himself and the only person available to unconditionally accept him is a socially awkward demon lord who hasn’t yet learned to properly express himself and what is love????

What I wouldn’t give for a fic of LBH going through life having “figured out” that SQH is his dad without SQH knowing and having deep inner turmoil about their relationship and also his relationship to his sort of step-dad Mobei-jun all the while the other two are oblivious. Luo Bingge gathering up the courage to call Mobei-jun dad who is touched and/or embarrassed at LBH’s “slip-up.” Mobei-jun who decides to fight Tianlang-jun, a deep emotional father vs father match which SQH doesn’t attend and LBH isn’t aware has anything to do with him because he thinks Tianlang-jun is just “some guy” and MBJ returns like “yes, I did it, I lived, LBH will be deeply touched” and boldly announces he fought Tianlang-jun even though he lost LBH is like “okay???? and???” and then MBJ cries himself to sleep for being a shitty dad

Anyway, the possibilities are endless and I think at least seventeen different people gotta start writing these fics

[hey-hamlet]

imagine one of those card game universes so all might isnt actually super strong hes just rich enough to be able to afford exodia

Now im imagining some weird AU where you can buy quirks for your babies- the stronger ones are more expensive. Izuku was diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disorder that would kill him if he was given a quirk via the standard retrovirus system, so he grew up quirkless and bullied for it (most quirkless people are the ones whose parents were too poor to afford even the cheapest quirk, or those without parents to buy them).

Yagi grew up in the foster system so he was never bought a quirk, and by age 10 no doctor will give you one because it jut wont integrate correctly. One for All was his only option.

Other parts of this au:

Uraraka's parent's are still in debt for the quirk they bought her, they tell her its the business but she knows. Thats why she wants to be a hero so badly, to use they quirk her parents suffered to give her.

Momo's quirk had a special law written into place stating that it is illegal to sell quirk made products without a permit. She is very embarrassed about it.

The Bakugos are rich as fuck.

All for One has a genetic 'quirk' where he can accept unlimited quirks. He also can destroy them (thats his actual quirk), but he can't steal them.

Izuku's pediatrician was Dr Garaki, and he was the one who diagnosed Izuku. (wink wink nudge nudge)

[angst-king]

A man by many names pt2

(this is a continuation of my Villain deku + child reader.) (CW description of injuries, child abuse & illuding to SA)

"Mommy and Daddy don't want me anymore"

His brows furrowed hard with confusion, he tried to press for more details but you curled in on yourself shakily not giving him an answer. So he put his questions aside and told you to stay put while he got the first aid kit. When he came back you were still in the same spot and the same position. He was kneeling in front of you asking for permission to help you. You nodded, looking over your body, Izuku had to bite his tongue at the numerous injuries. There were mainly bruises and you had a busted lip though, there were two injuries that made his blood boil.

There was a burn in the shape of a handprint that wrapped around your throat, as well as on your forehead including a patch of hair that seemed to have been ripped out. The area on your scalp and the hair surrounding it had been singed. Izuku had asked if your parents had quirks, and what they were.

You told him that your mother could swap places with living things and inanimate objects, and even do it to others. As long as she could picture or see it she could swap places. Your father had a quirk that as you described could take one thing from another if he touched it and make it super-powered. Izuku had done some research and looked into it and figured out that it was an energy-transferring quirk. The user could take the energy of whatever he touched and transfer it to another object. This mainly worked with physical sources of energy like electricity, fire, and water.

Seeing these burn marks, it wasn’t hard for Izuku to know that your father had been the one to leave these burns on you. Thankfully they didn’t look too bad, still, it brought a rage Izuku was fighting to keep contained! He’d grown fond of you and rather protective as well. Sure he’d gotten to know you and some of the things you went through he didn’t know all of it, and seeing that those who called themselves heroes would do such unspeakable things to a child enraged him beyond belief. The only reason he was biting his tongue was because he didn’t want to frighten you. You’d been through enough already and seemed pretty emotionally shaken. You didn’t need his rage, you needed protection and comfort.

Once Izuku bandaged you up he offered you something to eat or drink. You accepted the juice and were now sitting on the couch curled up watching an old cartoon on the TV. There was a piece of him that was hoping someone would take you from him. Show you that heroes could be sweet and genuine but Izuku’s pessimism over road it. He knew no one would come for you, no one would help you, no one would be there for you….just like him.

Izuku could be cruel, hardly had a caring bone in his body, and he could be extremely apathetic. But that behavior was mainly aimed at adults and occasionally overly cocky teens. Children were where he drew the line that was a piece of the population Izuku would defend with his life. You could do anything you wanted with an adult as long as it didn’t involve hurting a small innocent child. Izuku couldn’t take you to the police, even if he could walk around during the day without being imprisoned due to how well he kept his identity a secret. He couldn’t risk you ending up being placed back with those people who shouldn’t be called parents. Not to mention he knew that the foster system wasn’t any better.

He had taken you in, it had been a few days since you collapsed on his doorstep and you both learned more about each other. You learned that Izuku ate weird things that he said you weren’t allowed to eat because it would make you sick. He learned that you were used to starvation, so he had to be careful with feeding you. He could just give you a whole rice bowl, he had to give you small amounts so you wouldn’t be sick. You learned that Izuku hated heroes, you didn’t mind that, it was interesting to listen to him talk about them. He learned you had awful anxiety with people, and you learned that he was very warm and would cling to him any time you went out.

Tonight he learned just how deep your trauma ran. It was the weekend and Izuku was getting ready to go out you looked at him nervously, utterly silent but the anxiety was easily seen. Izuku noticed your fidgeting, and tiny whimpers and asked you softly.

“(Y/n) what’s wrong?” You quietly clutched your shirt and looked at the ground not able to look up at the man as you stammered out.

“D-d-do i h-have t-to l-leave?” He raised a brow and got down on his knees confusedly asking you to repeat the question. You did and when he heard that he shook his head.

“No, you don’t, you’re staying here.” But then when he said that your eyes blew wide and and tears welled up. You backed away from him and cried out.

“Please I don’t wanna go in the closet, please!” Hearing this Izuku became even more perplexed as to why you were so scared and what staying home had to do with going in the closet. But you couldn’t get out anything else besides.

“I’ll be good I promise, I-I won't interrupt, just don't put me in the closet.” You continued to plead with him not to be put in the closet as tears poured down your face. You scurried towards the wall, hands over your head as if to protect yourself. You cried this until you were red in the face and trembling. Then the next set of words that came from your mouth made Izuku sick to his stomach.

“I-I’ll even let your friends play with me!” He knew what you meant by that and could feel his heart shatter into a million pieces while his rage boiled beneath the surface. He slowly reached out and pulled you to him. Holding you to his chest, he rocked his body back and forth in a slow manner. Hushing you and telling you to take in deep breaths, it took that plus humming a small tune for you to calm down.

When you weren’t screaming he softly spoke up.

“(Y/n) I won't ask you to tell me what happened for you to be afraid of me leaving but, I promise you this. You will never have to worry about that ever again. You will never have to leave just because I have someone over or have to hide in the closet. And you will never have to let any adult play with you. I will not allow it. I promise you will never have to suffer like that ever again.” You nodded quietly and leaned into Izuku’s chest, holding onto his shirt as he wiped the tears from your eyes. You apologized for your panic episode but he quickly dismissed it.

It took several minutes before he put you down and told you that he had to go.

“Alright (Y/n), I’m gonna be back most likely in 3 hours, I have to go to a meeting but I will bring you some food. You don’t have to stay up and wait for me but you can if you want.” You nodded and softly asked for him to bring back rice cakes. He gave a small smile at your request and told you he would be back soon.

[bnha-simpin-and-pimpin]

Types of confessions

The one that goes wrong - Deku would have everything planned out. A Valentine’s Day gushy heartwarming sickly sweet confession. He’s got a card and wants to make you homemade chocolates like they do in manga. But it just all goes to shit. He can’t make anything to save his life and your card gets ruined in the rain. It’s really just his luck. What’s even worse, is that you notice how down he is and offer him some of the candy you got from other admirers. You pry and pry until he just vomits everything out. About how cool you are and how much he likes you and your awesome quirk and how much he admires your bravery and kindness and and and- …He can only pray you’ll still accept his feelings despite how awkward and dorky he is.

The one who doesn’t realize he said it- Bakugo never had any intentions on confessing to you. Dating is for losers. You’ll only get in the way of his goal. Yet, even if he does think things like holding hands or kissing are stupid, why does he still get this buzzing in his chest when you’re around? You’re Just…less annoying then the others…that’s all…and he…he just likes you a lot…that last part just seems to slip out one day. When you’re both alone, he doesn’t even realize he’s said anything until he notices this weird look on your face. Oh god! Don’t look at him like that dumbass! Just forget he said anything, he refuses to confess to someone unless he’s sure they’ll return his feelings. So just forget it!

The one that’s just like that one anime - Todoroki has been mulling over his feelings for a long time. It started after he decided to stop being a jerk to his classmates and actually get to know them more. You were so kind, so understanding, that he just thinks and feels a bit differently than others. Something about your willingness to give him a chance touched his heart. He always feels like he can say what he wants around you. But this is different. If manga and anime have taught him anything about love (because we sure know his parents didn’t), it’s that the confession is very serious. He does everything like they do in his favorite shoujo. A letter telling you to meet him after class, he gives you a rose, and he recites this very elegant speech he’s rehearsed (you def tell your classmates helped). So…will you accept his feelings?

The one who has bad timing - Kirishima swears he was gonna do it earlier but he just- he…the moment was never right! His claws are sunk into your skin, trying desperately to hold on to you. Of course he would be the reason you almost get thrown off a skyscraper. But he saved you! He saved you and he doesn’t care about the mission anymore. God damn it, he loves you too much to let this be his last moments with you! Please! Even though he’s already said how he feels, hold on for him so he can confess properly when this is all over.

[class1akids]

Hawks is interesting to me because it's kinda like he decides things for everyone and assumes that he is always right/smarter than others but he couldn't understand twice and understimated how he felt for the LOV and is now assuming things abt how endvr should or shouldn't react to dabi like ????? Even his feelings of guilt for his family are confusing because i don't think he really understands how any type of relationship works? Tbh he just knows how to be a soldier. Idk hawks is weird lmao

I don't see Hawks deciding things for others as hubris / assuming he's always right, but more as a coping mechanism. After all, he is also a child abuse victim and someone who had no healthy ways to process his experiences growing up in the institutionalized setting he did, as part of a government grooming programme.

Hawks was trained to believe that cutting ties with his parents, his past, his identity would make him a better hero - and even if he had no agency in that process - he is restructuring it as something that he himself decided - perhaps to feel some control over the situation.

But I think the way Hawks never addressed his past, never really faced the fact that his father hated him and his mother was willing to basically sell him - all of that are part of his subconscious.

To the point that he sees his own self-worth only in terms of how useful he can be to others.

To me, Hawks' and Endeavor's relationship always felt fundamentally a kind of child/parent framing, where Hawks projected a lot of his yearning for being protected / accepted onto Endeavor (at first the doll/fantasy version). And even upon meeting the real guy and seeing his flaws up close, it feels to me that Hawks is trying to save him because it's the only bond resembling a familial one that he has (even if it's largely built as a defence mechanism) and he hopes to find himself if only he could help Endeavor become that shining ideal again.

And I think it was with this in mind that Hawks used his influence over the battle planning to ensure that Endeavor wouldn't face Touya, because he correctly surmised that Endeavor wouldn't be able to fight his son and would just accept Touya's rage (and quite possibly die in the process).

What Hawks didn't factor in though is that it wasn't Endeavor's role to fight Dabi. That's not why the Todoroki family wanted him there. It wasn't meant to be a hero vs villain fight. His role would have been to face Touya, face his past mistakes, and not to leave him alone on Sekoto peak once again to burn himself to death... and who knows? Maybe, if Touya saw proof of Endeavor's change, things wouldn't have escalated the way they have.

But Hawks still operates purely in a villains vs heroes logic, having shut away the part of himself whose literal family is a pair of villains, or the fact that he himself could have easily fallen into villainy.

So even as Endeavor crumbles, Hawks tries to rationalize his decision, holding onto hope that he can keep Endeavor on track, and when Endeavor is wounded, Hawks is ready to pay with his life for miscalculating.

I'm not holding my breath that Hori will dive deep into Hawks' character, but the narrative generally makes it clear that not facing the past is a weakness. Quirk awakenings / upgrades happen when people look back unflinchingly and find a way to move forward in full acknowledgement of the past. It doesn't need to mean forgiveness, but it means accepting the fact that it happened and trying to make some sense of it.

So I'm hoping that his interaction with Tokoyami (whose support of Hawks is very similar to Hawks' support of Endeavor) will allow Hawks to let his true identity/feelings (even the ones he believes are weaknesses) more to the surface, and instead of trying to protect Endeavor from facing the past, he will instead look at those things he himself locked away - be it the issue of his parents or killing Twice.

[wonder-queen-123]

Kirishima x Abused Self Harmed Suicidal Reader

Y/n’s home life wasn’t the best; having an uncontrollable mind reading quirk, and being extremely flexible like rubber…her family constantly told her that she couldn’t be a hero, especially considering the fact her mind reading quirk was pretty useless.

She’s been verbally, and physically abused by her parents. UA High was her dream school, so when she arrived for the entrance exam, she was nervous she wouldn’t get accepted.

During the exam, Y/n had seen a lot of students who seemed to have great potential, which made her start to doubt herself.

For the ball throw her score was 707.35 (in other words, further than Bakugou and Deku; also, Bakugou was even more mad than he was when he saw Deku’s)

By the end of the exam, Y/n was placed 6th or 7th.

Of course, no one knew about her home life, and she was planning on keeping it that way for as long as she could. Even though her parent’s words kept echoing in her mind, she completed the exam all while maintaining a smile.

After the exam ended, she was standing to the side, hands in her pockets, like Bakugou, and waited for Aizawa to say something.

However, she couldn’t hear him when he started talking, because her quirk was acting up again.

Damn extras. How the hell did Deku and Miss Flexible both throw the ball farther than me? I can understand Miss Infinity, but what about the other two?

Kaachan is not happy with me throwing the ball farther than him, I already know. Also, I still need to thank the girl who caught me earlier.

Who’s that girl over there, and why is she just standing by herself? She’s kinda cute; maybe I should go talk to her. Huh? Why’d she turn her head to the side? Now I can’t see her face. Wait, aw man, that makes me sound like I’m being a creep! That’s the opposite of what I want.

Would you all just quiet your own thoughts, please? It’s bad enough that I still have my parents’ words constantly playing my mind, I don’t need this on top of that!

Y/n started hitting herself on the head, trying to quiet her mind. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut the hell up!

“Is everything alright over there, miss Garcia? If so, please pay attention.” “Yes, Sensei.” She said, as she bowed her head apologetically.

So that’s her name. Garcia. Man, I really want to go talk to her, but I don’t want to come off as weird. Ugh, what do I do? Think Eijiro. What would be the manly thing to do?

Eijiro, huh? That’s a cool name, and I would love to be his friend. He seems like a good guy.

“Kirishima, I couldn’t help but notice that you were staring at someone. It’s that girl over there, isn’t it? I think Aizawa said her name was Garcia. Go talk to her.”

“Mina! I can’t do that! I don’t want to make a fool of myself. Besides, what am I even supposed to- hey, Mina! You can’t just-“ Kirishima was now standing in front of Y/n, and Mina was behind him snickering.

“H-hey there.” Kiri stammered, getting her attention. “Your name’s Garcia, right? I’m Eijiro Kirishima. It’s nice to meet you.” Why would you stutter in front of her? Idiot.

“Nice to meet you, Kirishima. I’m Y/n. And who’s the girl behind you?” “Oh, that’s just Mina. She pushed me over here before I could stop her.” Kiri laughed nervously, and Y/n thought he was cute.

After a few minutes, Kirishima and Mina walked back over to the others, and Kiri’s face was red with embarrassment. “Great going, Mina.” He said, looking to the side.

The next day, while everyone was heading to class, Mina wouldn’t stop teasing Kirishima about the day before. “Your face was so red, it could’ve matched your hair, had you got any more embarrassed.” “Shut up, Mina. It’s not funny. I like her. I do, but that doesn’t mean you have to tease me about it.”

Mina looked at him, and threw her arms in front of her. “But Kiri, you can’t blame me. I mean, come on!” Y/n quickly brushed past the two of them, and went to class, and took her seat, which was right between Denki and Kiri.

She held her stomach, and wondered why her parents hated her, and treated her the way they did. Just before coming to school, she had looked in the mirror, and saw that her stomach was already bruised.

Once Todoroki walked in, he took one look at her, and asked her what happened. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. I’m fine, it’s just a little stomach ache. That’s all.”

Without meaning to, Sero bumped into Todoroki, which made him bump into Y/n a little bit. “Sorry about that Todoroki. My bad.”

“You’re fine, Sero. Are you okay, Y/n? Sorry if I hurt you at all.” She held up her left hand, and waved it, indicating to Todoroki that she was fine.

It was only when Kirishima and Mina walked in, that Todoroki noticed her shirt had dipped in a little bit. “Hey, Garcia, how are you today? And why were you in such a rush to get to class?”

“Sorry Kirishima. I didn’t mean to bump into you or Mina. And I’m doing fine. How about you?” Y/n strained, hands still on her stomach. “And call me Y/n.”

“Hey, are you alright? What’s going on? What happened?” Kirishima asked, now noticing Y/n had her hands on her stomach. “I tried asking her the same thing, Kirishima, but she just told me to not worry about it.”

She doesn’t look like nothing is wrong. It’s clearly something. I wonder what happened. Also, I noticed that she was holding her stomach on the way into class as well. I hope everything’s alright.

As Kirishima, and the rest of the class took their seats, Y/n put her head down on her desk, and did her best to block everyone out, and not pay attention to what they were thinking.

Once class finally started, Y/n picked her head up, and tried to pay attention to Aizawa’s lesson.

Mina passed a note to Y/n, and asked if she was alright. She gave a thumbs up, and tried to forget about the pain.

“You good for nothing, dumbass kid! Can’t you do anything right in your life?! All you’re good for is just being lazy! You’ll never be a hero, especially not with a quirk like yours, or even amount to anything in life! You’d be better working at a fucking club, fucking Whore!”

Y/n put her head down on her desk, and began silently crying to herself.

Why do my parents always treat me like shit? I’ve done absolutely nothing to them! So why?!

Mina, Tsu, and Kirishima all noticed Y/n shaking a little bit, but didn’t realize that she was crying. Sero shot a string of tape in her direction, to which it landed by her feet. She looked down, then up and at Sero.

Mina, Sero obviously, Tsu, and Jiro now realized that she was crying. “Y/n, what’s wrong? What happened?” Mina asked, hugging her.

She wordlessly got up from her seat, and left the classroom. Her parents hurtful words echoed in her mind, and she wanted her mind to stop racing with every thought she heard running down the hallways of UA.

She soon found herself at the stairs that led to the roof of the school, and walked up, her misty teary eyes making it hard to see where she was going. She pushed the door open, and closed it behind her.

She walked around for a few minutes, and then walked over to the edge. She was crying so much, that she felt like she could barely breathe, and it hurt her stomach the more deep breaths she took.

She held on to the railing, and climbed over, and was about to let go. She took a deep breath, and began crying even harder. She let go of the railing with one hand, and reached out in front of her.

“Is this what you want from me? Is it?! Tell me! You think I don’t know your true feelings about me?! I know! I fucking know it all! You don’t love me; you never did! I tried to be the best person I could be, and it still wasn’t enough! No, maybe I’m just NOT ENOUGH, is that it?!” Y/n screamed as she continued crying.

She crouched down, and had her knees to her chest. She continued crying, and was about to let go, but stopped. She stood up just enough, and crawled through one of the gaps in the railing. She wiped her tears as she went back inside, and sighed deeply.

She went back to Aizawa’s classroom, and grabbed her things, and left again. She took her phone out of her bag, and put it in her pocket, then threw her backpack down the hallway, and watched as it slid, before stopping.

She picked up one of her notebooks, and threw it in the same direction as her backpack. She then walked off, holding her stomach once more.

She went by the nurses office, and asked Recovery Girl for some ice. “Do you want me to heal you instead? That is my job, after all.” Y/n nodded, and waited for Recovery Girl to heal her.

“Take care of yourself, dear. Don’t end up like that classmate of yours. I’m talking about Midoriya.”

Y/n nodded again, and thanked Recovery Girl. Once back in the main area of the school, Y/n was about to pick up her stuff that got scattered across the floor, but to her surprise, someone had already picked it up for her.

“Hey there! Name’s Hatsume. Is this stuff yours?” “Yeah, it is. Thank you.” Y/n said politely, while smiling. “By the way, Hatsume, the name’s Y/n. It’s nice to meet you. I probably should’ve said that first, but oh well.”

After getting her stuff from Mei, Y/n walked to the front of UA, and sat outside and put her earbuds in, and began listening to her favorite playlist.

She was quietly singing to herself, when she heard someone coming. She looked up, and noticed that it was Kirishima.

Why is she by herself again? This is the second time I’ve seen her by herself. And she’s not holding her stomach anymore. I wonder if she’s feeling better, or if she went to Recovery Girl, or possibly both. Also, wait a minute. She’s not smiling this time.

As Kirishima walked over, Y/n took her earbuds out, and called out to him. “Hey Y/n. Mind if I sit with you?” He asked, standing in front of her. “Not at all. Take a seat.”

He’s really cute. I wonder what his quirk is. And everyone else’s.

“Why are you sitting here all alone? And why’d you leave the classroom like that?” She shook her head, and said that she didn’t want to talk about it. Kiri then pointed to her phone, and asked what she was listening to.

“How I Feel. By Eli. He’s one of my favorite artists.” Kiri nodded, and asked what her quirk was. She laughed softly, and said that she was just about to ask him the same question.

“Let’s say it at the same time. Ready?” Kiri asked, his iconic smile ever so present. “3…2…1 go! Hardening.”

“You have hardening? That’s so cool! I wish I had a cool quirk like that! I’m kinda jealous.” Kiri looked to the side, as he blushed nervously.

“I thought we were going to say our quirks at the same time. What happened to that?” He said quietly to himself.

Before Y/n could answer, she got a text from her mom. ’Hey Rotten Child, are you going to drop out of that school any time soon? If not, well, you better only show up here on occasion. I’m not having someone who wants to be a hero with such a useless quirk stay at my house permanently.’

She sighed quietly, as a single tear rolled down her face. Kirishima almost didn’t notice, but he saw her wipe her eyes. “Hey, are- are you crying? What’s wrong? What happened?” He asked, putting an arm around her shoulders.

She was just about to answer when she accidentally read his mind again. She always looks so sad. I wonder why. I can tell she tries her best to not show it, and always has a smile on her face, but I’ve noticed some of those smiles seemed like they were forced. I wonder why that is.

“Kirishima,” she said, looking at him. “Why do you want to be a hero? Who are you hoping to save?” This took the redhead by surprise.

He scratched the back of his head nervously. “Well, um, everyone. I want to help as many people as I can, and I want people to know that as long as they’ve got someone manly to protect them, then they shouldn’t worry. I want to become a hero that everyone looks up to, kinda like All Might.”

She nodded, and said that was a good answer. “What about you? Why do you want to be a hero?” Honestly, I just want to help people avoid situations like mine. I hate how my life is, and I wouldn’t want anyone else to be in this position.

“Well, I want to help people as well. I want to be someone everyone can look up to, and come to whenever they need to.” As they were talking, neither of them heard or saw Bakugo or Deku coming.

“Deku, you idiot! Of course not! Where’d you hear that from?!” “Oh, uh, Mina and Uraraka told me.”

Kirishima waved Bakugo and Deku over, and asked what they were talking about. “It’s nothing, Shitty Hair. Don’t worry about it.” Bakugo said, walking over. The stupid nerd thinks I have a thing for someone in class. He says that he heard it from RoundFace and Raccoon Eyes. Like hell I do!

Raccoon Eyes? RoundFace? Who are they? And why did he just call Kirishima ‘Shitty Hair’, when their hair is almost the exact same? What’s going on, and why’s he so angry?

“Oi, Miss No Talk, what’s the deal with you? Why are you sitting out here with Dumb Hair? I would ask why the two of you aren’t in class with the other extras, but there’d be no point, because class is already over.”

’Miss No Talk’?! And Dumb Hair?! I thought he just said ‘Shitty Hair’. And Deku? I thought his name was Midoriya. So…then what’s Blondie’s name?

Y/n tapped Kiri on the shoulder, and asked him about all these names. “Oh, these are just our nicknames Bakubro calls us. He’s been calling Midoriya ‘Deku’ ever since they were kids.”

Kirishima then explained all of the nicknames Bakugo had for his classmates, and also told Y/n what everyone’s quirks were.

“Oh, ok. So Mina’s nickname is Raccoon Eyes, because of how her eyes are; Kaminari is called DunceFace, because if he overuses his quirk, he becomes dumb. The dual colored hair boy’s nickname is IcyHot/Half ‘N Half, because he’s got fire and ice.”

As Y/n continued on, she asked Kirishima why Bakugo referred to him as either Shitty or Dumb Hair, when their hair is very similar.

“Your guess is as good as mine, honestly.” “Later extras. I’m out of here.” Bakugo said, as he started walking away.

“Quit calling me Miss No Talk, and our classmates extras! I have a name you know! It’s Y/n Garcia! And call everyone else by their real names, not these stupid nicknames!” Bakugo stopped in his tracks, and turned around.

Y/n, Kirishima, and Deku all saw fire in Bakugo’s eyes, and knew he was mad. Kirishima and Deku were nervous, because they had never heard or seen anyone even try to stand up to Bakugo’s bullying. Especially Deku.

Y/n stood up, and dusted herself off, before walking forward. Bakugo was marching back to the three of them, and while Deku and Kirishima both had a nervous expression on their faces, Y/n was calm.

It was an uneasy calmness, to the point where it nearly sent chills down the boy’s spines, the closer Bakugo got, and how Y/n’s facial expression didn’t change. “I don’t know what your quirk is, stupid nerd, but I do know that I’ve got a fireball with your name on it!” Bakugo growled threateningly.

Y/n put her hands behind her head, {Killua’s thing} and slowly and calmly started approaching the ash blonde. All it took was for Y/n to say two words before he released an explosion in her direction. “Try me.”

Kirishima and Deku looked at each other, and nodded, as they started backing away from the two in front of them. “Kiri, can you move my things out of the way? I don’t want any of it getting destroyed. Also, catch.” Y/n said, as she took her phone out of her pocket, and threw it towards the redhead.

She waited for Bakugo’s explosion, and managed to dodge it just in time. He sent explosion after explosion at her, but she dodged every single one. “Is that all you’ve got, Blondie?” This infuriated him, to the point where his eyes went completely blank.

“Stay fucking still, you damn idiot! Let me hit you!” Aizawa had just walked outside, when he heard Bakugo growl. “Katsuki Bakugo.” Aizawa began, staring at him. “Did I hear that right? You were trying to hit miss Garcia?”

The two teens froze in surprise. “What?” Bakugo hissed. “No! I mean, I was, but Miss Flexible started it!” “Kaachan, quit calling me Miss Flexible, and Miss No Talk! Those aren’t my names!”

Why does he have to say that I started this?! All I did was tell him to quit with the stupid nicknames, and to call everyone by their actual names.

Aizawa looked at the other two, and asked Kirishima what happened. He explained the situation, and thought he saw daggers in his teacher’s eyes.

“Garcia, you and Bakugo follow me. I’m taking you back to my classroom, because I want to talk to you about something, but first, the three of us are stopping by Nezu’s office.”

Aizawa said as he began walking away, dragging the ash blonde with him. He stopped for a moment, and turned to face Deku and Kirishima. “You two, I don’t know if Bakugo told you, but class is already over. So, the two of you can head on home.”

They looked at each other, and nodded. Kirishima turned around towards the tree, and grabbed Y/n’s things, and called out to his teacher. “Mr. Aizawa, all of this stuff is Y/n’s, should I bring it inside and leave it in your classroom?” Aizawa nodded in response, and told Kirishima to stay in the classroom until he and Y/n got there.

He nodded, and waved Deku off, before heading back inside the school. “Bakugo, you are in a lot of trouble. Once we get to Nezu’s office, I’m leaving you in his hands, and I’m telling him to call your parents and let them know what just happened.”

Seriously? My Old Hag is going to know about this? Dammit. And also, why isn’t Miss Flexible getting into trouble? She’s the one who fucking started this!

Oh my god. Say it was my fault one more fucking time, Pomeranian! Say it again, I dare you!

As the three of them made it to Nezu’s office, Aizawa said that he was leaving one of his students with him.

“Is it the Troublemaker? If so, I’m not even surprised. Leave him with me, Aizawa. I’ll take care of him.” Nezu said, as he opened the door to his office.

“Thank you, Principal. I’m taking Y/n back to my classroom to talk with her, so while this one is staying with you, make sure to call his parents and let them know, that he’s already on the brink of suspension.” Aizawa said, as he released Bakugo from his capture scarf.

As Aizawa and Y/n were walking towards his classroom, he noticed that she was looking at the ground the whole way. “Is everything alright, miss Garcia?” He asked, tapping her shoulder. She flinched a little bit, but it wasn’t that noticeable.

“S-sorry Sensei. A-and yeah, everything is just fine.” She stammered. “Just…thinking.”

“About?” That got her attention. She slowly looked up, and shook her head, while saying “Nothing of importance.”

This concerned Aizawa, because he had a feeling that something was wrong, but didn’t want to push his luck. Once they got back to the classroom, Y/n saw Kirishima with Mina.

Aizawa and Y/n walked in, and over to them. “Kirishima, Ashido.” Aizawa began, looking between them. “Before I start talking to Y/n, do either of you know anything about her? Specifically, have you noticed any strange behavior coming from her or anything like that the last few days?”

Both teens thought for a moment. “Oh, this morning she walked right past me and Mina.” Kirishima began, looking at Mina, then back at his teacher.

“She bumped into me, and then walked into class. When me and Mina walked in, I noticed Todoroki was by her desk, and was talking to her. She apologized to me, and said that she didn’t mean to bump into me. And right after she said that, I noticed she was holding her stomach. She was holding her stomach just before she bumped into me as well. Me and Todoroki tried asking her what happened and if she was alright, but she didn’t say anything.”

Mina continued. “Once you started class, I passed a note to her, asking her if she was alright, and then a few minutes later, I noticed her look in Sero’s direction, and that’s when me, Sero, Tsu, and Jiro noticed that she was crying. After that, I hugged her and asked her what was wrong and what happened. After I hugged her, she pulled away, and ran out of the classroom in tears.”

Aizawa asked what happened after that. “Well, after she left, I didn’t see her again until I went to the front of the school, and saw her sitting outside under a tree. When I approached her, I noticed that she wasn’t holding her stomach anymore, but I also noticed that she wasn’t smiling either.”

Aizawa then turned to Y/n, and asked what she was doing from the moment when she left the classroom, to the moment Kirishima saw her sitting under a tree.

“I was walking around for a bit. I stopped by Recovery Girls office, and she gave me some medicine for my stomach. Once I left her office, I continued walking around for a little while, then decided to go sit outside, and clear my head.” Y/n said, only telling part of the truth.

“Miss Garcia, is that all that happened?” She nodded, and said that there was nothing more to say. “So, I take it that we saw your twin come get your things from the classroom; along with said twin meet Mei Hatsume from the support course?”

“What is this about, Mr. Aizawa?” Y/n asked, looking at her teacher, annoyed. “I’m not saying any names, but at least one of your classmates said something about you that concerns me. I’m not saying what they said either, but I will say this: if you need to talk to me about anything, I’m here. And so are your classmates. We’re all here for you, so you can reach out and talk to us if something’s going on.”

Y/n went silent for a moment, trying to think of who would’ve said something, and what was said.

Nobody knows about my quirk, or my home life, so who said something and what did they even say? Well, whoever it was, it’s none of their business to know. I mean, Kirishima, Mina, and Todoroki all know my stomach was hurting earlier, but it’s not like they know what it’s from or anything.

As Y/n was lost in thought, she didn’t realize that her quirk was was acting up again. I want to help her, and I know the rest of our classmates do as well, but we can’t help her if she doesn’t tell us anything. It’s almost as if she’s pushing us all away, and we can’t do anything about it.

That’s when Y/n thought of something. Could Hatsume have said something? I doubt it, because Mr. Aizawa said one of my classmates, and she’s from the Support Course. Also, nobody knows about the attempt I made earlier. I made sure the coast was clear, and I even closed the door behind me. Did someone follow me, and decide to just watch as I was holding onto the railing with one hand? If so, who would do that?

As Aizawa was waiting for an answer, Y/n remembered that she had tossed her phone to Kirishima before Bakugo sent an explosion towards her. “Hey, Kiri, do you still have my phone?” She asked, turning to look at the redhead.

Kirishima nodded, and gave the phone back to her. “Miss Garcia, I’m still waiting for an answer.” Mr. Aizawa said, looking at her impatiently. “Okay, so I left that part out.” She said finally. “So what? It’s not a big deal! Besides, it’s not even important that I met Hatsume. After walking around for a bit, I came back to your classroom, and got my stuff. Then I continued walking around, for a few minutes. Then I went to Recovery Girl’s office and got the medicine for my stomach. After I left, that’s when I met Hatsume.” Y/n huffed annoyedly.

“Kirishima, Ashido.” Aizawa said, looking at the two teens. They both nodded, and left the classroom. “Y/n, is there something you’re not telling me?” Aizawa asked softly, pulling up a chair, and sitting down in front of her.

“No! I’ve already told you everything that happened! Can I go now? There’s nothing left to talk about!” Aizawa could tell Y/n was becoming more irritated by the second, but at the same time, he wanted to know what was going on with her.

“Whore!” “Slut!” “Good for nothing!”

I know something is obviously bothering her, but I just wish she’d tell me, so I can help her.

Without thinking, Y/n yelled “Shut the hell up! Be quiet!” which took her teacher by surprise. He looked at her in confusion, and noticed she was hitting her head again. He tried pulling her hands away, but she persisted.

After a few seconds, Y/n yelled in her teacher’s face, and stormed out of the classroom. Mina and Kirishima were walking down the hall, when Y/n ran past them, and started wiping away her tears.

Both of her classmates just watched, as she ran down the halls so fast, they both thought they felt a gust of wind go by.

“Damn this fucking school! And damn everyone in it! Except for Kirishima and The Alien!” Y/n’s voice reverberated through the school. Aizawa ran out of his classroom, after hearing the echoing voice of Y/n. He saw Kirishima and Mina standing in the middle of the hallway in a daze.

“What….just happened?” Mina questioned, looking up at her redheaded friend. “I…have….no idea.” Kirishima replied, looking down at Mina. “Are the two of you alright?” Aizawa asked, as he walked over to them.

They both turned around, and nodded slowly. “What happened, Mr. Aizawa? Why did she just start screaming like Bakugo?”

“Kirishima, for now this stays between us three. If Y/n’s not in a better mood tomorrow, then I’m afraid she might get put on suspension. One more outburst like this, and we probably won’t be seeing her for at least a week.”

Once Y/n got home, she didn’t bother listening to what her parents had to say, so she just ran upstairs, and slammed her door closed. “Y/n Jane Garcia!” Her father bellowed. “Don’t you ever slam doors in this house again, young lady! Do you understand me?”

“Shut the hell up, Old Man! Leave me alone!” Her dad took off his belt, and cracked it. “Don’t use that tone with me, young lady! Get your ass down here!” Y/n wasn’t even mad anymore, she was fuming. “I ALREADY FUCKING TOLD YOU NO! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! AND DON’T TRY TO PLAY THE FUCKING PARENT CARD NOW! ITS NOT GOING TO FUCKING WORK, ASSHOLE!!”

The only sounds that were heard throughout the house was the belt sounding like a whip, and Y/n’s screams and cries of pain, along with glass being shattered.

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again, young lady! Now, clean up this mess, and I don’t want to hear another word out of you for the rest of the day!” Her dad said angrily, walking out of her room.

For the first time in her life, she was in a way, thankful for the amount of pain she was in, because even though she heard both of her parents thoughts, she couldn’t focus on what was being thought.

She picked up her phone, and with shaky, bloody hands, texted the only number she had saved in her phone. Her best friend, Anthony.

‘Ant, you there? I NEED you.’

She texted, before starting to lose consciousness. Anthony texted her, and said that he would be there soon.

After not getting a response back, he tried calling her, but she didn’t answer. Damn, okay. I’ll just have to go over there myself, and do this the hard way.

He got his jacket on, and put on his helmet, and got on his motorcycle and sped off to Y/n’s house. They only lived about a block away from each other, but her parents didn’t know where Anthony lived.

He soon arrived, and climbed up the side of the house, and got to Y/n’s room. He quietly tapped on the window, and just barely saw Y/n on her bed. He carefully and quietly opened her window, and crawled inside her room.

He walked over to her bed, where he faintly saw her. He turned his helmet light on, and gasped in horror when he saw her in the light.

After seeing his best friend like that, he couldn’t stop shaking and staring. What the hell did that piece of shit do this time? Damn, I’ve got to get her out of here, and taken care of. This is probably the worst of it yet.

He carefully picked her up, and brought her over to the window. He climbed out first, and carefully got her out as well. He wrapped her arms around his neck, and began slowly climbing back down along the side of her house.

Once safely back on the ground, he laid her down in the grass, and walked over to his motorcycle. He grabbed his phone, from under the seat, and texted his dad.

‘It happened again, Pops. And from the looks of it, it’s the worst of it yet. She’s got cuts, from what I assume the belt buckle, and at least four bruises on both of her arms. I can’t tell how her back is, but her entire uniform is hanging on by threads. And, oh shit, she’s got a black eye, and it looks like the belt buckle had cut her eye, or at least the skin just above it.‘

Anthony’s dad arrived within minutes, and told his son to put his motorcycle in the back of the truck, then to help him carefully lift Y/n, and bring her to the backseat.

Once the three of them were in the truck, Anthony’s dad drove back home, and told his son to help Y/n out of the truck, and he would get the motorcycle.

As soon as Anthony’s mom saw him, and his dad by the truck, she almost immediately knew something had happened. She ran outside, and noticed Anthony was carrying Y/n.

“Oh my word.” She gasped, after seeing the state Y/n was in. “Jack, get the guest bedroom ready, Y/n is going to be staying with us for a little while.”

Jack, Anthony’s younger brother, got the guest room clean and ready for Y/n, and had set out another outfit for her. “Anthony, bring her to the bathroom, and I’ll take care of the rest.” His mom said, noticing Anthony carrying her to the bathroom.

He carefully set her in the bathtub, and took off her shoes for her, and brought them to the guest bedroom. His mom, Daniella, started carefully removing Y/n’s uniform, and only now realized the severity of her bruises.

After Y/n’s uniform was removed, Daniella turned the bathtub on, and let it fill up. While she was doing that, Jonas was cooking dinner, and had a spare uniform for Y/n in the morning.

As Daniella was busy cleaning Y/n’s cuts, and washing all the blood off, Y/n slowly started to wake up, and screamed in pain as the hot water burned her cuts and bruises.

“I know, sweetie. I know. But we need to clean up your wounds, so they won’t get infected. And don’t worry, Jonas is cooking dinner; Jack got the spare bedroom ready for you, and Anthony already set out your school’s uniform. He also got the first aid kit ready, and has already filled an ice chest for you, so you can get as much ice as you need for that black eye of yours. Anthony, and the rest of us have gotten everything ready for you.”

“Thank you, Daniella. And I’m going to thank Ant, when we’re done in here. Also, with that beating I took, I almost didn’t text Ant because of how much pain I was in.”

Daniella hugged Y/n, and told her that whenever she needed, they were only a phone call or a text away. That made Y/n smile a little bit, and said that she liked how Anthony’s family was kinda like her second family.

Just as Daniella was finishing washing Y/n’s cuts, and being careful with her bruises, Anthony knocked on the door, and said he had Y/n’s clothes for her. His mom opened the door, and grabbed them, and set them on the counter.

Y/n stumbled out of the bathtub, but Daniella made sure she didn’t fall. “You don’t have to do anything, dear. Let me do this for you. Besides, you said that you were in a lot of pain before you texted Anthony, didn’t you?”

Y/n nodded, and got dressed with Daniella’s help. “Thank you, Daniella. This means a lot.” Y/n said, as she looked at Daniella. “You’re very welcome, Y/n. By the way, how’s school been going?”

As Y/n was telling Daniella about school, Anthony knocked on the door, and told them that dinner was ready. “Thank you, honey. We’ll be right there.” Daniella said, noticing Y/n look at the mirror.

Her smile grew slightly, and she turned around and hugged Daniella. “Thank you for letting me stay here, Mom.” Y/n said, as the two of them headed to the kitchen. “Of course, sweetie. You know that you’re welcome here whenever you want.”

While everyone was sitting at the table, Y/n couldn’t help but let a few tears fall.

I wish Y/n’s piece of shit dad didn’t treat her like this. It’s not right, and it’s also not her fault that she has an uncontrollable quirk. And by the look in her eyes, I know she knows what I’m thinking about.

Ant’s family is the best, and even though it’s selfish of me to think about, I wish Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy would adopt me, or have someone else adopt me, and get me away from this hell that I’ve been living.

Y/n prayed quickly, and slowly started eating, and wished that her life was completely different.

After dinner, she headed to the guest bedroom, and closed the door. She rummaged through the drawers until she found what she was looking for.

She made sure the door was locked, and began cutting away. After she finished, she walked over to the ice chest, and filled several bags with ice, and laid on the bed, putting ice on her arms, and holding one against her head over her eye.

Anthony knocked on her door, and opened it slightly. “Come on in, Ant. And by the way, thank you for getting me out of my house. I seriously can’t thank you enough.”

Anthony walked in and over to Y/n, and asked if it was alright if he hugged her. She nodded, and opened her arms. Anthony hugged her, and said that he was always going to have her back. She smiled softly, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He blushed softly, and asked what that was for. She playfully flicked his head, and said that it was because he was her best friend.

The two of them eventually fell asleep laying next to each other, and Daniella walked by to check on them, when she noticed them.

She quietly opened the door, and walked in the room. She carefully shook Anthony awake, and told him to go lay in his bed, and that he’ll see Y/n in the morning. He got off the bed tiredly, and made his way to his bedroom.

Morning soon came, and Y/n was in the middle of getting dressed, when there was a knock on her door. “Yes? Who is it?” She called, from behind her door. “Anthony. Can I come in?” Y/n made her way over to the door, and asked him to wait just a minute.

“Yeah, sure. Let me know when I can come in.” Y/n was just about to open the door, when she suddenly lost her balance. Anthony opened the door slightly, and saw Y/n on the floor. He walked over, and carefully helped her back to her feet.

“You’re lucky that I was just about to open the door for you. And thank you. Do you think you can-“ “Of course, Y/n. I always do, don’t I?” The two of them walked over to Y/n’s vanity, and she sat down in the chair, and let Anthony fix her hair.

“What are you thinking, Princess?” “Ant, a simple braid will be fine.” Y/n said, while blushing.

Shes so cute when she gets all embarrassed like this. Maybe I should call her more names like this. And i already know that she’s most likely reading my mind again. If that’s the case, then it’ll definitely explain why she’s blushing even more.

Shut up, Anthony! And besides, you know better than anyone that I can’t control this stupid quirk of mine! And please don’t call me anymore nicknames like this.

“Princess, do you want a double braid, a French braid, or a fishtail?” “Anthony…” Y/n buried her face in her hands, to try and hide the blush that was becoming more intense. “….shut up! And just a regular braid will be fine.”

As Anthony was braiding her hair, he couldn’t help but think of other nicknames to call Y/n. She kept trying to reach behind her, and pinch him, but kept missing. “Quit moving, and let me pinch you!” She said, still trying to pinch him.

“And done! Your hair looks beautiful, Princess. And another thing, I’m not going to stop with these nicknames because they’re cute….just like you.” Anthony teased.

“Let me see, you dork!” Y/n was surprised with the result, and thanked Anthony. “Anytime, Princess.” Y/n reached behind her, and finally managed to pinch Anthony.

“Ow! What was that for?” Y/n gave him a playful look, and said that it was for him keep calling her ‘Princess’. “I thought you liked it, Prin-“ “Don’t you dare say it, you dork. Please. You’re giving me a headache!” Anthony smirked playfully, and looked down at Y/n.

“Okay, okay, I won’t…Queenie.” Y/n rolled her eyes, and tried pinching him again. Damn, she’s so cute when she gets all embarrassed and flustered like this.

After Y/n finished getting ready, she gave Anthony a quick kiss on the cheek, and left for school. She couldn’t believe how much the swelling for her black eye had already gone down, and the bruises weren’t as bad as they were yesterday.

Ant really is the best. I need to think him for everything he’s done for me.

Even though she knew that the bruises and black eye would take a while to completely heal, unless she went to Recovery Girl, she didn’t seem to mind.

With her having a friend like Anthony on her side, she knew she was in good hands whenever she needed him.

She finally made it to school, and started making her way to Recovery Girl, to see if she could get her bruises completely healed.

“Goodness child,” Recovery Girl began, looking at Y/n. “At this rate, you might be the second frequent patient of mine, apart from your classmate, Midoriya.” Recovery Girl did her job, and completely healed Y/n, leaving nothing behind.

“If you need to, you can rest here for a bit. I don’t mind. And I’ll let Aizawa know that you’ll be coming to class a little bit later.” Recovery Girl said, as Y/n walked over to one of the beds, and laid down.

Poor child. What’s going on with her? Even Midoriya doesn’t look this bad whenever he comes to my office. Then again, he breaks his bones, while this poor thing seems to be getting physically abused. If that’s the case, then I’ve got to let Aizawa know.

For the first time ever, Y/n didn’t seem to mind that her quirk was acting up again, because with there only being Recovery Girl in the room, she couldn’t get overwhelmed.

Y/n was just about to fall asleep, when she faintly heard Recovery Girl say something. “…looking for Y/n? She’s over there on the bed resting. Has she come by before? Why yes, she has. What for, and why is she here now? I don’t think it’s anyone’s business to know why she has stopped by here at least twice already.”

Who’s Recovery Girl talking to? And why is she talking about me? Who’s even asking about-

“I see. Well, is it alright if I go talk to her for a minute? Or should I come back later?” It was only now that Y/n realized who Recovery Girl was talking to. It was Kirishima.

“You can go talk to her, but be careful with what you say when you’re around her.” Kirishima walked over to Y/n, and asked her why she was in Recovery Girl’s office.

“I’m just resting for a bit.” She said, looking at the redhead. It’s hard to tell, but it looks like she’s forcing herself to smile again. I wonder why she keeps doing that. Also, why is she almost always by herself?

Y/n smiled softly, and asked Kiri what he wanted to talk about. Truthfully, why you’re always by yourself, and why you hit yourself in the head every once in a while. “I just want to know how you’re doing, and also, you never told me what your quirk was.”

“Oh, that. My bad, Kirishima. It’s mind reading….albeit uncontrollable.” Kirishima’s eyes widened in surprise.

That actually explains quite a lot. I wonder why she waited so long to tell me though.

Y/n blushed, and said that she’s been meaning to tell him something. “Same here. Let’s say it at the same time. Ready? 3…2…1, I think you’re pretty cute.” “I think you’re really cute.”

Both teens blushed like crazy, and Y/n heard something that she wanted to hear from her parents ever since she was a kid. “Y’know Y/n, I think you’ll make an awesome hero. I mean, with a quirk like yours, how could you not be?”

Without meaning to, Kirishima had just made Y/n cry. “Ah! I’m sorry!” He said, throwing his hands up defensively. “Was it something I said? Oh, man, that wasn’t manly at all. I’m so sorry.”

Confusion appeared across Kiri’s face when he noticed Y/n was smiling through her tears. She opened her arms, and gestured to Kiri for a hug. He accepted, and hugged her, and asked why she was smiling if she was crying.

“These are happy tears, Kirishima. I’m so happy that you think that I can be a hero with a quirk like mine.” Y/n said, emphasis on the word ‘can’.

After a little while, Recovery Girl told Kirishima that he should get going, and for him to tell Aizawa that Y/n would be in class later.

Already? Also, what did Y/n mean by that? She’s so happy that I think she ‘can’ be a hero?

Im sorry Kirishima, I said that without thinking.

As Kirishima made his way to class, he couldn’t stop thinking about what Y/n had just said. “Oi Shitty Hair, what are you standing in the doorway like that for? And also, where’s that damn extra?”

What is going on with her? Why has she been acting weird since we met?

As Kirishima was lost in thought, he didn’t realize that Aizawa had walked in. “Kirishima.” Aizawa started, looking at the redhead. “Do you mind taking your seat? Also, where’s Y/n? I thought she was with you.”

Kirishima sat down, and gave his teacher a look, that told him that he wanted to talk after class. Aizawa nodded slightly, and looked towards the door, then back at Kirishima.

As Aizawa got on with the lesson, his phone buzzed, indicating that he got a message from someone. He walked over to his desk, and clicked the power button on his phone, and glanced at the screen.

’Aizawa, Y/n’s with me in my office, and is currently resting. She’s been in here since this morning, and I’ll send her to class within the next 10-ish minutes or so. Also, keep an eye on her if you can. This is the second time she’s stopped by my office, and asked me for either medicine or ice, instead of just asking me to heal her. I’ve got a feeling that something is going on with her home life, but I don’t want to jump to conclusions or assume anything.’

Aizawa read the message with a furrowed brow, his worry for Y/n growing. He messaged Recovery Girl back, and said that he would keep an eye on her. A little while later, Y/n walked in the classroom, and took her seat.

Aizawa walked over to her, and crouched down beside her. “See me after class; I want to ask you something. After I get done talking with Kirishima, i want to talk to you.” He whispered.

She rolled her eyes, and quietly said ‘no’. “I’m not asking, I’m telling you that we’re talking after class.” She huffed quietly, and put her head down.

Aizawa sighed, and walked back to the front of the room. As he continued with his lesson, Y/n’s phone pinged.

She took it out of her pocket, and checked the message, and immediately felt tears form in the corner of her eyes.

‘Bitch, your father told me what happened yesterday. How dare you talk back and disrespect him like that! He told me that you called him an asshole, and that he knew that you wanted to say something about me as well. Tell me, what do you want to say to me?’

‘Honestly, I have so much that I’d like to say to the both of you, Mother, but for now, I’ll just say this: go to hell, Old Bitch!’

A few minutes later, Y/n’s phone started ringing, and she got up, and walked to the bathroom and answered her phone.

“What did you just call me, Whore?!” “I just called you a fucking bitch, Bitch! And you’re even more of a whore that I am! No, actually, you’re both a whore and a slut! I know you used to work at a club before I was born! Otherwise you nor Dad would’ve told me that I would be better working at one!”

As the argument continued, Y/n couldn’t keep the words to herself anymore, and exploded with everything she had been wanting to say to her mother ever since she was a kid.

“YOU SHOULD’VE JUST ABORTED ME WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE, MARILYNN! OR GIVEN ME UP FOR ADOPTION! I WISH YOU NEVER HAD ME! I HATE YOU AND DAD BOTH, AND I WISH THAT THE BOTH OF YOU’D GO TO HELL AND ROT THERE FOR ETERNITY!!! YOU’RE THE REAL SLUT, WHORE, BITCH, AND ASSHOLE! I FUCKING HATE YOU AND DEREK!!! ALSO, THE BOTH OF YOU ARE COMPLETE IDIOTS!!! AND SINCE YOU OBVIOUSLY DONT EVEN WANT ME, I’LL DO YOU THE BIGGEST FAVOR I CAN, AND MAKE YOUR BIGGEST DREAM A FUCKING REALITY!!!”

Y/n hung up the phone, before her mom even had the chance to say anything, and then sent the finger emoji to her mom and dad. She then decided to block both of them.

She ran out of the bathroom in tears, and left UA. “FUCK!” She screamed, as she kept running. She ran all the way home, and slammed the door after entering.

She then called the police, and reported what her parents had been doing to her. “Please hurry!” She added, starting to pace back and forth.

Police sirens were heard in the distance, and Y/n knew that she was about to be “saved”. As soon as she heard pounding on the front door, she knew that it was the police.

She got up off the couch, and answered the door. One of the officers asked her where her parents were, and she led them to her parents bedroom.

The police broke the door open, and immediately noticed her parents sitting on their bed. Two officers walked over to them, and cuffed them. The officers then led them outside, and put them in two separate cars.

Y/n then showed one of the officers her texts from her parents, and told them that her parents had been verbally and physically abusing her since she was a kid. “My best friend Anthony McCarthy lives down the street, and I’ve spent most of my time with him and his family.” She told the officer.

He nodded, and asked how old she was. “16 going on 17.” She answered, looking up at the officer. He nodded, and asked her to call her friend, and ask him to come over with his parents.

She did, and waited for Anthony. He and his family soon arrived, and his mom asked what was going on.

Y/n took a deep breath and gathered the strength to explain the events that had happened within the last 10-ish minutes. "I was afraid to tell anyone, but I couldn't take it anymore," Y/n explained with a shaky voice.

Anthony's mom wrapped her arms around Y/n, offering comfort and support. Once the McCarthy’s were aware of her situation, Mrs. McCarthy asked the police officers what was going to happen with Y/n.

“Well,” one of them started, “she’s probably either going to be put in foster care, unless you, or someone else wants to adopt her. Also, Mr. and Mrs. Garcia have already been taken care of. They’re in two separate police cars, and are going to be taken to jail once we’re done here.”

Daniella looked at Y/n, and asked if she wanted them to adopt her. She nodded without hesitation, and said she would like that. “Alright, so you’ll be staying with the McCarthy’s from now on. And you don’t have to worry about your parents anymore, miss Garcia.”

Y/n hugged Daniella, and thanked her for always being there for her when she needed. Daniella nodded, and hugged her daughter back as tightly as she could.

After a little while, the police officers left, and took Mr. and Mrs. Garcia to the station for questioning, and hopefully get them locked up. Y/n turned to look at Anthony, and the rest of his family.

She hugged them as tightly as she could, and broke down in tears. Once they went back home, Y/n went to her room, and laid down on the bed.

She took her phone out of her pocket, and decided to scroll through Instagram for a while, to try and get her mind off of everything that had happened today.

She got a follow request, and to her surprise, it was Kirishima. After she accepted the request, her instagram was being spammed with requests from her other classmates. She went to her dms, and clicked on Kirishima’s name.

‘What’s up, Kiri? And the whole class literally just spammed my phone with follow requests.’

‘Where are you, and why did you just leave the classroom like that? Are you alright? The whole class is worried about you, and not to mention, Mr. Aizawa keeps trying to ask me and Mina if we know anything about you, specifically, your strange behavior. What’s going on?’

Y/n hesitated with answering, because she didn’t want anyone from school knowing what she had to deal with for so long, or that her parents were now questioned by the police about the abuse they made her suffer through.

‘It’s nothing, Kirishima. Don’t worry about it. Tell Mr. Aizawa that I won’t be coming back to class today, and I may not show up tomorrow. I’ve got something I need to take care of, and it’s really important.’

As the two of them were texting, Y/n didn’t realize that Anthony had walked into her room, and was now just past the doorway. She looked over and noticed him standing there.

“Hey, Ant. You need something?” “Y/n, can we talk? Please?” Y/n sat up, and tilted her head slightly in confusion. “What’s up, Ant? What’s going on?”

“How about you tell me.” He said, as he grabbed her hands. “I’m worried about you, Y/n. I know your parents are with the police, but what concerns me is the fact that I found a few things in here the other day, and I want the truth.”

Y/n gave him a quizzical look, and asked what he was talking about. “I’m talking about this, Y/n Jane.” Y/n set her phone down on her bed, and averted her gaze.

“Y-you weren’t supposed to find that, Anthony. I-I’m sorry.” Anthony had tears streaming down his face, and didn’t even want to ask anything, terrified of the answer.

“Tell me….were you…have you…?” He asked, through sobs, noticing Y/n turn her head to the side. Anthony’s heart sank, and shattered. “….at least 10 times.” Y/n said quietly, voice no louder than a whisper.

Anthony couldn’t believe it, no, he didn’t want to. “If I’m being honest here, I’ve lost count, and had a few of them almost be successful.” Y/n admitted. Hearing this shattered Anthony’s heart even more, and didn’t know how to process it all.

“Why? Why didn’t you come to me about this? I could’ve- I could’ve stopped you, or helped you. Do you know what would happen to me if I lost you? You’re my best friend, Y/n Jane Summer Garcia!”

Y/n couldn’t stand hearing Anthony cry, but at the same time, she couldn’t blame him. “Don’t cry, Ant. I’m fine, really I am. At least none of them were successful, isnt that the important thing?”

He looked at her, and noticed she had a small smile on her face. “What, do you think this is funny or something, Y/n? Also, you’re seriously making jokes right now? What is wrong with you?”

“I have dark/broken humor. Also, yeah, I do find this a little funny. I mean, lighten up, Ant. I’m still here, aren’t I?” Anthony got up, and walked out of the room, not believing what he was hearing.

Y/n went back to messaging Kirishima, and texted him saying that she was glad they became friends.

‘Wait, what’s that supposed to mean, Y/n? What do you mean by that? I mean I am too, but this makes me think something is wrong. Talk to me, I’m here for you.’

Y/n sent Kirishima a smiling emoji, and said that she just meant she had another close friend apart from Anthony. As the two continued messaging each other, Anthony walked back in the room, still crying, holding something behind his back.

He walked over to her, and asked her if she wanted to see something. She looked up, and noticed what Anthony was doing.

“Hey! What are you doing with that? You could hurt yourself, Anthony! Give it to me. Please, I don’t know what you plan on doing with that, but please just give it to me, before you do anything stupid.”

Anthony shook his head, and started walking out of the room. Y/n quickly got off her bed, and went after Anthony. He went to his room, and closed and locked the door behind him.

“Anthony, what are you doing in there? Let me in! Anthony! Please!” She screamed, as she pounded on his door. “Anthony Caleb McCarthy! Open this door and let me in!”

It seemed like the more Y/n pounded on the door, and begged to be let in, the more Anthony just ignored her. Not knowing what else to do, Y/n went to go find Daniella, and ask her for help.

“Anthony Caleb, you open this door right now.” His mom said sternly, knocking on his door. Y/n and Daniella heard shuffling coming from his room, but the door remained locked. “I saw him with something in his hand, and he left my room and locked himself in his. I don’t know what to do, Mom. I’m worried about him.”

Y/n said, as Daniella banged on the door. After constant knocking and banging on Anthony’s door, and him not opening it, Daniella said that he was probably just changing clothes, or trying to relax, so they shouldn’t worry.

After she walked away, Y/n stayed in front of the door, and wasn’t planning on leaving until Anthony opened his door. Around 30 minutes to an hour later, Anthony finally opened the door, and saw Y/n laying in the doorway.

Maybe next time she won’t try and do it again. I just wanted her to see how I felt when I found that in her room the other day. I wasn’t actually going to do anything, but now she knows how I felt.

Anthony crouched down, and realized she was asleep, so he carefully picked her up, and carried her back to her room. He set her on the bed, and noticed she had several messages from Instagram on her phone, but he didn’t bother reading them.

After Anthony left her room, he went to go find his mom, and explain what he was doing. “Anthony Caleb!” His mom yelled, her voice reverberated through the house.

“Why would you do that? Do you not realize how worried and upset you made Y/n? She hasn’t moved from in front of your door since she told me that you locked yourself in there. Poor thing’s probably even more worried now, or if she’s asleep, will be when she wakes up. You need to apologize to her for causing her to worry like that. The last time I walked by to check on her, she was in the middle of having a panic attack, and I wish you would’ve seen the severity of it. I couldn’t get her to calm down, so I had to get your father up here, and he was in the middle of cooking, and almost ended up burning the food, had I not taken over.”

Now, Anthony was starting to feel bad. He wanted to scare Y/n, and he wanted it to be bad, but not this bad. Shit. This is the opposite of what I wanted to happen, god dammit. I need to make this right. I’m gonna go check on Y/n, and see if she’s woken up yet.

As Anthony was heading to Y/n’s room, he heard faint crying, and that made him feel even worse. He finally got to her room, and knocked on the door. “Y/n?” He started, shakily.

“It’s Anthony, can I come in?” “G-go away, Anthony Caleb! I don’t want to talk to you or see you right now! I hate you!” Damn, I really fucked up. How the hell am I supposed to make this right between us?

Why don’t you fucking tell me? You’re the one who did this.

Wanting to clear her head, Y/n grabbed her phone, and a small bag, and left through the window. Once outside, she began walking around, albeit, her vision blurry because of all the tears.

Somehow it just dawned on Anthony that something could happen to his best friend, if she was left alone for too long, or at all. Normally, he wouldn’t worry or mind, but after everything she told him, this was the last thing he wanted.

He twisted the door handle, and realized it wasn’t locked, so he opened it, and walked in. At first he didn’t see her anywhere, so he thought she might’ve gone to the bathroom, but that’s when he noticed the window was open, and her phone, and one of her bags were gone.

“Shit!” He said quietly, running back to his room and getting his phone off the dresser. He went to the phone app, and immediately clicked on Y/n’s contact. He tried calling her, but she didn’t answer, so he tried again.

Every call he made, either got declined, or just kept ringing, until it stopped. “Fuck!” He yelled, running out of the house, still trying to call Y/n.

The latter was in a park, and had put her phone on DND, and was walking around, until she thought she saw one of her classmates in the distance. As they got closer, they didn’t seem to notice Y/n, but she almost immediately realized who it was.

Why did she just run off like that? Also, why did she tell Aizawa no, when he told her that he wanted to talk to her after class? What’s going on with her?

As their thoughts continued, Y/n started walking in the opposite direction, hoping to avoid Kirishima. She picked up her pace, after noticing him walking in the same direction as her, and ran to the nearest tree she could, and climbed up.

She watched from a tree branch, and sighed deeply, as she noticed Kirishima walk right past the tree she was in. She checked her phone, and noticed that she had over 20 missed calls from Anthony, but didn’t care.

It was only now that she realized someone else was with Kirishima, but she couldn’t figure out who until…

Damn extra. Why did Shitty Hair ask me to help him find that damn idiot? Also, where even is she? Not like I care or anything, because she’s just a dumb slut anyway.

Y/n felt her heart sink, and her mind started repeating all of the names her parents used to call her. “Whore!” “Slut!” “Bitch!” “Good for nothing!”

She silently started crying to herself, and wished she hadn’t heard the ash blonde’s thoughts. “Hey, Bakubro, have you found her yet?” “Of course not, Shitty Hair; why do you think she’s at this park anyway?”

As the two boys were talking, Y/n accidentally let out a sob, which caught their attention. “Did you hear that, Bakugo? That sounded like Y/n’s voice.” “It was just a small squeak, Shitty Hair. And besides, how do you even know she’s here?”

Kirishima looked at his blonde haired best friend, and said that he had a feeling. “A feeling? You don’t even know; you’re just relying on a stupid fucking feeling?!”

Without thinking, Y/n jumped out of the tree, and told Bakugo that he shouldn’t be so quick to criticize. “The hell? Where’d the hell you come from, damn idiot?” The ash blonde asked, looking at her.

Kirishima turned around, and asked what she was doing and where she was. “That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is the fact that Bakugo doesn’t think that relying on feelings is a good thing. By the way, Blondie, correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t it a feeling that made Midoriya try and save you from the sludge villain? And don’t worry about how I know about that.”

Bakugo was taken aback, and growled at her. “The hell is that supposed to mean? That damn nerd didn’t do anything! All he did was basically grab that damn villain, and that didn’t do anything! Also, how in the world do you even know about that?! Did the Nerd tell you?”

Y/n wiped her tears, and took a few deep breaths, and casually walked over to the ash blonde. “Blondie, not like it’s any of your business to know, but my quirk is uncontrollable mind reading. I can hear everyone’s thoughts, whether I want to or not. Also, is that what you really think of me as? A fucking slut?”

Bakugo didn’t know what to say, so instead he just started setting off explosions, and threatened Y/n with them. What she said next however, surprised him and Kirishima, and had them concerned.

“If you’re going to hit me with your quirk, Blondie, I suggest you get it over with. Oh, and Kirishima, you might want to stand back. Bakugo, before you actually hit me with your quirk, if you’re actually going to, let me put my bag and phone to the side.”

Kirishima was trying to process everything he just heard, while Y/n was evading Bakugo’s explosions, causing him to be more mad than before.

“Y/n, what did you mean by that? Why would you say that? Are you okay?” Kirishima called out, noticing her dodge every one of Bakugo’s explosions.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Kirishima. I’m good. And what I meant by that and the reason I said it is because Bakugo called me a fucking slut in his mind. Honestly, I don’t want to go into detail, but there was a situation I was in, and that was ONE of MANY names I was called. Now, all it does is just bring back those horrible memories that I’d rather like to forget about, but what’s done is done, and I can’t change the past. I’ve gotta put the past behind me. And it’s just like Timon from the Lion King said, and I quote ‘when the world turns its back on you, you gotta turn your back on the world.’ Also, hakuna matata.”

With every explosion dodged, Bakugo became more mad, but Y/n seemed to be as calm as could be. This worried Kirishima, because he had a feeling there was something she wasn’t telling him, and he wondered what it could be.

That’s when he realized that she had said that there was a situation she was in, and getting called a ‘fucking slut’ was only one of many names she got called. After putting two and two together, Kirishima realized what she was trying to hint at, and gasped in horror.

“No, I didn’t call you a fucking slut, what I called you in my mind was a dumb slut.” It was only now that the ash blonde realized him correcting Y/n didn’t change the fact that he still called her a slut in his mind.

“Y/n, you need to tell Mr. Aizawa about this. This is serious, and not to mention important. You need to let him know so he can help you. I’ll go with you if you want me to, but he needs to know. And I don’t want to hear you say that you’re not going to tell him, or that he doesn’t need to know; because if anything, he DOES need to know.”

“What are you talking about over there, Shitty Hair?” Kirishima told Bakugo what he was trying to say, and the ash blonde became even more mad, and looked at Y/n, for the first time ever feeling regret. “You…What?!!” The ash blonde bellowed, sending more explosions towards her.

“Yeah, that’s my story. Hey, are you finished yet, Blasty? I need to get back home. My family is waiting for me.” In the midst of everything, Anthony finally made it to the park, and saw Y/n’s silhouette in the distance, with two other people standing around her, one setting off multiple explosions, the other standing to the side away from the others.

“Y/n!” He called out, catching her attention. “There you are! I have been looking all over the place for you! Come on, I’m calling my dad so he can come pick us up, and take us home. I want to apologize for what I did to you, that wasn’t nice or even right. I’m sorry, but I just wanted you to see how I felt when I saw that in your room. Everything that you were thinking, was the exact thought that crossed my mind. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for things to get this bad. Please don’t do anything like that again; instead come talk to me, and I can try and help you, and talk you out of it. Please. You’re my best friend, Y/n; I can’t lose you, especially not to something like this.”

Kirishima and Bakugo both looked at Anthony in confusion, and asked what was going on, and what he was doing there, along with how he knew Y/n.

Anthony looked at the two teens in front of him, and said that he was Y/n’s best friend, and that he had been looking for her after she had ran out of the house. “Also, I’m here to bring her back home. I owe her an apology.”

“So do you, Bakubro. Even if it was in your head, you should still apologize to Y/n. Also, it doesn’t matter if you used the word ‘dumb’ or the actual f word, calling someone a name like that isn’t right.”

Anthony asked what the ash blonde had called Y/n, and wished he didn’t. “He called me a dumb slut…in his mind.” Y/n said, looking between her three friends. Anthony glared at the ash blonde, and walked over to him.

“Ant, don’t! He didn’t mean it! And even though I doubt he’ll actually apologize, or do it in his own way, there’s no need for a fight to start. So, please come back, and leave it alone.”

“Leave it alone?! Leave this alone?! He just called you a fucking dumb slut! I can’t ignore or even forgive that! Especially not after knowing your entire home life!” Anthony snapped, stopping to look at Y/n, before continuing to walk over to Bakugo.

“Hey! Blonde Hair, what is your name?! And what the hell do you think you’re doing calling my best friend a slut?!” Y/n knew there was no stopping Anthony, so she told the ash blonde to watch out, and move.

“What are you protecting him for?!” Y/n took a deep breath, and called Anthony by his full name. “Anthony Caleb Owen David McCarthy! You leave Bakugo alone! He, and Kirishima just found out about my situation! Nobody at school knows, or knew, and I’m actually talking to my teacher either tomorrow or the day after! Step away from the Angry Blonde, and leave it be! Kirishima, you restrain Bakugo, and I’ll take care of Anthony!”

Y/n quickly ran towards her best friend, and jumped on his back, and wrapped her arms around his neck, and had him in a chokehold. “I’m sorry about this, Ant, but I don’t want to see you fight my other friends!”

Anthony was gasping for air, and Y/n asked him if he tapped. He gave a thumbs up, and nodded as much as he could. “Alright.” She said, as she let go of his neck, and got off his back, allowing him to breathe again.

“Kiri, don’t ask what that was about. I’ll tell you later. For now, I should probably get Anthony home. I’ll see you and Blasty either tomorrow or the following day! Tell the same thing to Aizawa-Sensei.”

As Y/n started walking off with Anthony, Kirishima realized she had forgotten all about her bag and phone, but by the time he turned to see her, she was gone.

He turned to look at Bakugo, who just shrugged in response. “When she comes back to class, you are going to apologize to her. But, for now, I’m calling our teacher, and letting him know that the both of us are at least somewhat aware of Y/n’s home life. Don’t bring this up to anyone, and I won’t either.”

“Sorry about that, Ant, but I didn’t want you beating up my classmates just because of my stupid quirk.” Anthony shook his head, and said that he was the one who should be apologizing.

“I shouldn’t have done that to you. Mom told me how worried you were about me, and she told me about your severe panic attack that happened while I was still in my room. Please don’t scare me like that again, Y/n. I genuinely thought that I had actually lost you this time. You had me worried sick!”

Once the two of them got home, Y/n told Anthony who the other two were, and said that she trusted them to not say anything to anyone about what just happened.

Anthony had glanced at Y/n’s neck, and saw marks that he hadn’t noticed before. “Princess…?” He asked, gently rubbing her neck. “Before you ask, don’t. I don’t want to talk about it right now, especially not after the day I had. I promise we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

On the way back to UA, Kirishima looked at Y/n’s phone, and slid his hand over the screen, not realizing that it didn’t have a password.

He unlocked her phone, and knew it wouldn’t be very manly to go through her phone, but he noticed her screen had a few leaves, and a little bit of dirt on it, so he used his sleeve to wipe it off, but accidentally clicked on her Safari icon in the process.

Before he could see what she had searched, he pressed the power button on the side of her phone, and shoved it in his pocket.

He and Bakugo continued walking back to school, when he suddenly got a call from Deku.

“Hey Kirishima, where are you and Kaachan? Mr. Aizawa is asking for the both of you, along with Y/n. What’s going on?” “Hey Midoriya, not much. Me and Bakubro are actually heading back to school now; whereas for Y/n, she went back home. There was a bit of a situation over here, but everything is fine now.”

As the two of them continued talking, Bakugo remembered that he had overheard Kirishima talking to Y/n, about a stomach issue.

He thought for a moment, and put two and two together. “Kirishima, I just figured something out. It has to do with Y/n.” He said, catching the redhead’s attention.

Kirishima looked at Bakugo, and asked what he was talking about. “Put the phone on mute, or tell the Nerd that you’ll call him back later.”

Kiri got off the phone with Deku, and asked Bakugo what he had figured out. “Now, bear with me on this because I could be wrong, and I hope I am; but I think she might be getting abused, or in the very least, mistreated at home.”

Kirishima asked the ash blonde to elaborate. “I’m saying that the fact that she reacted in such a way when she heard my thoughts about calling her a slut, and the fact that she was holding her stomach while walking into class; it all makes sense.”

Kirishima thought about it for a minute, and realized Bakugo was onto something. “Wait, are you saying that she could be possibly be getting abused, both physically and verbally?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth! But yeah, in a sense.” Kirishima thought about it a little bit more, and remembered that when he met up with Y/n outside of UA, before talking with Mr. Aizawa, he noticed that she wasn’t holding her stomach anymore, and she also had a sad look on her face.

“I think you might be onto something, Bakugo. It does makes sense; we gotta let Aizawa know, so he can help her.”

With all the talking that was happening between them, neither seemed to realize that they were at the front gate of UA. They both walked into the school, and immediately began looking for their teacher.

“Kirishima? Bakugo? What are you guys doing here? Shouldn’t you be heading home by now?” Shoji asked, nearly bumping into Kirishima. “We can worry about that later, for now, do you know where Mr. Aizawa is? We need to talk to him about something seriously important.”

“I’d say either his classroom, Principal Nezu’s office, or maybe in the staff room. What’s going on, anyway?” Kirishima gave Shoji a quick rundown of the situation, or at least, what they thought was going on with Y/n, and noticed as the color slowly drain from his face.

“Now I see why you wanted to talk to Mr. Aizawa. That really is serious news. Hopefully Mr. Aizawa can help Y/n get out of that situation.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m hoping for. I’ll see you later, man. And don’t tell Y/n that I told you. Don’t even bring it up to anyone.”

As Kirishima and Bakugo checked everywhere they thought their teacher might be, they found him in the staff room.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Kirishima began, flinging the door open. “We need to talk. Now.” Aizawa gestured for Kirishima and Bakugo to come in, and sit down.

“What’s going on? What happened?” “It’s Y/n, Mr. Aizawa. We think that, now we could be jumping the gun here, but we believe that she’s getting abused by her parents.”

All Might set his coffee down, Midnight stopped printing paperwork, Mt. Lady froze in her chair, and Mr. Aizawa looked between his two students.

“What was that?” He asked, standing up. “We have reason to believe that she’s being abused at home. The way she was holding her stomach while walking into class, and Shitty Hair said that she wasn’t smiling when he found her outside of UA.” Bakugo said, leaving out the part where she heard him call her a slut.

Aizawa ushered the two out the door, and asked them to explain more. “Mr. Aizawa, do you remember when you said that you wanted to talk to Y/n after class, and she told you no; to which you responded with you weren’t asking, but instead telling her? Think about it, didn’t that seem a little strange to you?”

As the three of them continued conversing, Aizawa slowly started putting the pieces together, and soon had the color drain from his face in realization.

“Kirishima, Bakugo, don’t mention this to any of your classmates. I’ll get the other teachers involved, and we’ll do what we can. Now, before I let you go, do you know what kind of abuse she’s going through?”

“Physical and verbal abuse.” Bakugo said, quickly. The tension in the room was thick as Aizawa nodded, his eyes filled with concern. Aizawa assured them that they were doing the right thing by coming forward and promised to handle the situation with care.

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Liar Liar

Welcome to another episode of “Anne had a great idea but then she lost sight of what it was supposed to be” and today’s story features Rhen being a lie detector! I edited this minimally to preserve whatever was there while correcting a few details and applying text emphasis. It’s fairly long but I wish it was even longer. In fact, I think this could be a nice multichapter story. Who knows; I might pick it up again someday? This is like almost two years old but it’s still a very interesting bunny with one hell of an idea I would like to revisit. Anyway, enjoy!

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Rhen realized it when she was 14, and every other teen girl in Clearwater was crushing on Danny. It had been a courageous day in which Rhen was alone with him, as they let the sheep wander about while Peter's dog stood guard. Danny was not the most handsome in the village, but he was the cutest, and he had a smile that lit up the town. When he volunteered for herding duty, Rhen immediately shot her hand up and said she wanted in, too. All the other girls cried and complained, but Rhen the tomboy was allowed to go, because she was strong and she was a responsible young lady, because she was dependable and tough and hardworking. Tomboy she was, she still liked boys. And she liked Danny.

And they spent their herding duty talking and laughing and joking. They talked about their dreams, their plans for the future, and their hopes and wishes. Rhen had almost let it slip she liked him. It was when they arrived home after their little everyday chore, when the boys hounded Danny and just about asked for juicy details. Rhen tried not to get too close, but she wanted to know how Danny thought of her-- "What?" Danny laughed. "Okay, I admit. If I had to chooose who to marry, it'd be Rhen." --and while that should've brought her endless joy, something tingled inside her head. It sounded just wrong and her head spun. The next thing she knew was that the girls were hogging her, and that she had been staring into the nothing of what her eyes beheld. Then, her fellow teens were seething in jealousy as one of the older women came around and approached Danny. Danny's cheeks colored, his confident stance gone as he exhanged words to the beautiful, mature Mathilde, who was about five years older and held the status of being the village beauty. Danny lied. Danny lied, and Rhen excused herself. She ended up eating little for dinner, and on her bed, she kept asking, asking, asking... ...

Rhen turned 14, and she found an unconscious woman by the cliffs. She helped the woman recover, and when the stranger got well enough to speak, she gave Rhen her priestess ring. "Take it. It will protect you." The tingling sensation did not come. Rhen had had a year to understand as much of this ugly tingles inside her, and it was clear that she had somehow acquired the ability to detect it when people lied. She only told her parents so far, and while wide-eyed, they accepted it as one of her many little quirks. They hadn't been able to sneak a little excuse to her, and she only grinned as they tried in vain. Rhen mustered the courage to put on the very exquisite and expensive-looking ring on the eve of their Spring Festival celebration. Her Ma looked at her with many emotions, before embracing her in a very tight hug. "Rhen, listen..." the woman said, "You know, no matter what, I'll be your mother as long as you want me to be?." How weird to say to your own daughter. "It's not like I'm getting married to Danny or anything!" Rhen laughed. Maybe it's one of those growing up things again. "Besides, I am your daughter, aren't I?" "Of course." Then Rhen's heart dropped as the tingling sensation announced itself. No. ... Maybe it's because she was dizzy from the festivities, or maybe she just really wanted to run away. Peter called her because he and the boys (sans Danny, good boy Danny, responsible son Danny, who was busy busting out as many pies as their ovens could make) were going to bully the sheep again. Without thinking, Rhen agreed, and Peter ran ahead, telling the boys (sans Danny) that she was gonna be there too. Cheers echoed in the cave, and she followed the voices blindly. Then, a man with a large sack came around - not the first time this had happened. Clearwater received a regular amount of traders, travellers, and explorers as a town on a cliffside. The ring on Rhen's finger tingled, and she's not sure what that meant. "Hello there, young lady!" greeted the man. "I'm a little lost, and those damn boisterous lads just walked past me! Would you mind telling me where the nearest village is?" Her liar sense tingled. Oh. "It's that way." Rhen pointed, and her ring shone inside the cave. Please go, please go, please go-- Prayers turned to ashes. She was fighting against the grip of the man, then she was biting on a cloth over her mouth as the man's grip shoved her into a sack, then she was crying and thrashing and yelling and crying. "I got you, priestess!" ... When she was a young girl, she heard of those mean traders who traded slaves. No child was allowed beyond the caves, and those who grew up were often advised to always explore beyond the village in pairs. Now, she was 15, and she was in a completely different place, humid and wet and dark and endlessly green wherever she looked. She was more than happy to give up the useless priestess ring, but her long, beautiful hair the color of dawn was cut and sold, and her fine wool dress replaced with a rough sack cloth. They gave her wounds, welts, and a slave bracelet. And her liar sensor went on and on and on. Traders and nobles exchanged false promises, and Rhen never missed home this badly. She told herself she should've just trusted her Ma, should've just ignored that bad feeling she had, should've just spent her life in an unhappy and unfulfilling relationship with Danny if it meant she had decent living conditions again. For days, she had been in and out of the dirty, smelly holding room. No one was buying her. Who would? She had such pretty hair that the nobles didn't like, because she still looked way prettier than they did, and she always glared at them, and they were looking for someone more obedient. Maybe, if she was never sold, she could still die with a bit of dignity left in her. At the very least, the traders didn't touch her in any disgusting way, and they fed her regularly, even in little amounts. Then fate struck like lightning. Nobles came here and there, and Rhen spent her day giving them the mean eye. She might have spit on like two or three of them, until a green-haired boy with sharp eyes stopped before her. What was a boy her age doing here? "Your hair," he said, his voice thick and annoyingly rich, "Is purple." "Duh?!" The slave trader cracked his whip and Rhen flinched - she had gotten used to it, but it was still horrible - but the boy lifted his hand, and an invisible shield protected both Rhen and the noble boy. "Easy there, Mister," the boy scoffed. "I'm trying to inspect the goods." The slave trader backed down. "W-We're trying to establish authority here." "This is why you can't establish authority, isn't it? You're assuming authority even over the nobles." Rhen gritted her teeth. She didn't know whether the boy was going to be a pain or a friend. Either way, he was her ticket out. She had to impress him somehow. "What? Treating everyone like your slave now, little boy?" The noble turned his attention back on her. "Ah, a slave who insults her own master?" "I'm the slave of no one and the master of my own self." Then the slave trader ran to the boy. "Please, Sir, you must want something else?" The boy scowled. "Quiet, you!" "This one needs more training. I would like to offer you our fresh batch of slaves--" The slave trader yelped as the boy held out a hand filled with energy. Magic. "I think I'm quite capable of handling myself in front of a slave. Now will you please leave me in peace? Or are you going to embarrass yourself further?" Rhen could barely suppress her laughter. She supposed that if funny things like these happened even if she was in a moment of disgrace, she would take it. The man who'd been torturing her for the past few days cowered in front of a boy as young as she. "--purple hair, fierce eyes, sharp tongue, assuming of her own authority, rude, especially in front of a noble?" Rhen snapped back to reality. "Not to mention, inattentive." Rhen's cheeks burned. "It isn't like you're that noteworthy." Her own liar sense tingled as it slipped out of her tongue. The boy was the single most interesting person she'd met since she was taken from Clearwater. And as he glared at her, she forced herself to glare back. "Lars!" Brief trance broken, the boy - Lars - turned around and faced a woman much older than him. His aunt? "Lars, stop dawdling there and help your mother pick." Oh, his mother. Then Lars gestured. "That one." Rhen gawked. He was pointing at her. She was going to be sold. She was going to have a decent roof to live under again. She was going to live as a slave. She was going to have a chance to escape. Lars' mother came over her, and dread washed over Rhen. The woman yanked hard on Rhen's chains and the girl fell on her face. "She's skinny," the woman said. "She's lean," corrected Lars. "See the muscles on her arms? I bet she used to do manual labor." "We don't just make the slave do manual labor, Lars! We give orders to slaves!" "She has sharp ears and keen eyes. She'll be clever enough to understand." "Oh, Lars, but you have to choose someone who'll be trustworthy!" "Of course, Mother. I'll take responsibility for her. I'm a budding sorcerer, remember? And, not to mention, you told me I need to learn how to lead and command as a noble coming of age. Please, Mother? I won't let you down." Rhen couldn't believe herself, but she was rooting for the boy, at this very instant. She did not like the idea of being a slave, but she did not want to stay here any longer. "...we're taking her." Rhen heaved herself up, and the boy and his mother led her away to haggle with the trader. Suddenly, realization hit Rhen. Never once the boy spoke to her - or about her - and her liar sense tingled. Now that he was talking to his mother, Rhen could hear the poison in his every word. She told herself she shouldn't look too deep into that. --- Rhen lived a horrible life. At 15, she was a slave, and she was working for the Tenobors of the State of Ghalarah. It was one of the states comprising the Eastern Empire, and Lars was more than proud to announce these facts to her. At 15, Rhen was a slave to the ruling family of the State of Ghalarah, and with the father absent from the picture, the mother keen on preserving their image, and the heir busy with upholding his position, Rhen felt a little regret at having momentarily cheered for the boy. She lived in their basement and was practically non-existent to the Tenobors, except when they needed her to do chores or to hurt her. Lars' mother, Mistress Rona, only left her checklists of tasks. If Rhen did them well, Mistress Rona never said a thing. If Rhen made a mistake - which was often, because nobody told her about Empireal culture, nobody told her about the layout of the city, nobody told her anything except the nice dressmakers! - if Rhen made a mistake, they would punish her. Mistress Rona favored locking her up in the basement or making her go to bed hungry, and Lars-- Lars, who said he'd take responsibility, he humiliated her often. Did he lie about that? She suffered his friends' pranks, branded a name not of her own, and suddenly, Peter and the boys' rough play seemed harmless compared to the nobles' incessant jeering. Her faith in him vanished. She could never bring up the incident with the slave trader. Her liar sense was useless when she was in constant agony every single minute of the day. At the least, even if she went to bed hungry, sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night to find some water and a cold lunch box of food in her room. Sometimes she finds it just outside the room when she dared to open the door that was previously locked. It wasn't of much consolation; it was more like torture, but beggars really had little to choose from. Then came another fateful day. It was one of those times she had to tell Lars to go home, again, because unlike her, he was free to go wherever, as long as he adhered to the curfew. And there he was, hanging out with the equally obnoxious beasts he called friends, definitely intending to stay out until their own mothers called them back for dinner.

Rhen had barely asked him to come home, again, when Lars, again, brushed her off and told her to leave him alone. She insisted against it and grabbed his hand, intent on dragging him back even if she had to haul him halfway across Ghalarah. Because Lars was a boy, and a boy who had enough food and sleep, he was stronger, and he slapped her hand away.

Who was she to do that, she imagined him thinking, but she also thought, who was he to forget his so-called, in his own words, "responsibility"?

Then, Lars' friends dared him to use his magic on her to demand her obedience. Something flickered in his eyes, and she trembled. Was he going to burn her? She held her strong, defiant gaze despite the fear. There was no use in going down without a fight. Faint forces drew around, focusing on Lars. Magic flowed into his hands in a ball of bright light-- and it zapped against Rhen--

CLANG!

And she opened her eyes, realized she was still alive. Alive, lying on the ground, wrists aching.

One of the nobles spoke, and without much thinking, Rhen took it as a cue to get on her feet and punch Lars.

A scuffle broke out, and as expected, passersby "disciplined" Rhen for her disobedience. When she regained all her senses, the dressmakers were negotiating peace, and Lars was wearing a confident, smug smile again. Dread crept up Rhen's heart, and the chills ran when she realized she was not getting any dinner tonight. Was an apprenticeship to the dressmakers still an option?

The dressmakers shooed the crowd away, until only Lars and Rhen were left. The adults chaperoned them to the Tenobor Estate, and soon Rhen and her charge were face-to-face with his mother.

The woman worried over her son's bruised face. She threatened his attacker, swore on their most honorable name, promised sweet offerings to the Empress, and second by second Rhen's mental grave dug deeper and deeper and deeper--

Then a tingle of a lie shot through her mind and brought her back on the ground.

"I was practicing some sorcery," came the nonchalant words from Lars' mouth. "It'll heal."

"But this horrid slave-trash--"

"Helped me out. My theory didn't work... partially." Lars' eyes met Rhen's briefly. "She was a wonderful participant in my little experiment."

The fake smile widened. Rona Tenobor promised more things to her son, said more sweet words, but Lars brushed it off. Because, really, both Rhen and Lars were similarly bruised, and they were in the middle of the scuffle earlier. There was no way that Rona Tenobor couldn't tell.

Either that, or Lars was just a really, really convincing liar.

Rhen watched the woman eventually fall to silence and end the grand fuss to remind her son to come home on time (again). Rona Tenobor shot Rhen a dirty glance, just the same as usual, then said, "What are you standing there for, slave? Get dinner ready."

Rhen stammered out her reply, and ran to the kitchen. She pushed all the questions away from her head by focusing on dinner.

"Peta."

She froze. Of course. Why was she so stupid? There was a price to having her come and save her headstrong butt! She just hoped that his asking price didn't include indecent affairs or dirty, bloody jobs. (Like some of the other slaves subject themselves to, but Rhen promised to be tight-lipped about that. Each to their own when it came to survival.)

CLANG!

The familiar sound shook her from her thoughts, and her eyes widened as she finally realized that the slave cuffs she once wore were gone from her wrists; now it lay before her, upon the table. Did... did that mean she was free? Or was this another trick?

Lars heaved himself onto the empty counter next to her. He seemed rather pleased. Rhen's fist ached to connect with that mouth. Jerk.

"Aren't you supposed to be happy?"

In the mix of emotions, there was a teensy bit of happiness, yes, but it was more of a mixed emotion than anything. "What do you want?"

"Straight to the point, aren't we?" Lars rolled his eyes. "You don't trust me, so it'll be useless even if I say it."

Rhen cursed the limits of her hidden ability. Why didn't her liar sense tell her when someone was hiding something?

"But, to get to the point, there's something fishy about you." Lars then dropped familiar pieces of silver before her, and she gasped. "These. You're the only slave who wears these."

"...what?"

"And oh, did you say you were from the Western Isle? That's weird, because you look more... Thaian. A resident of Thais."

"Okay, you're not making sense." Rhen stirred the soup. "And I really need to finish making dinner. Your mother--" "Is busy. I don't care."

"If she comes in, or Oracle forbid, visitors--"

"I think I am quite capable of handling situations like this. Now, shall I tell you my theory, or are we going to spend some precious, limited time arguing about this?"

"You could be lying." Except he wasn't, of course, even if Rhen wanted him to lie, anything.

"Alright."

Lars got off the counter and strode towards the door.

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[ikeepwatchinghelicopters]

Today I've read a dragon!Jaskier fic (here's the link, because the fic is absolutely delightful and stunning and great:

), so it got me thinking about TMFU dragon fic. What my brain came up with is that dragons are extremely rare and they usually spend a good part of their ridiculously long lifetime (like thousands of years) in their human form (they can switch between human form and dragon form whenever they want, but the change would probably be more painful the longer they stayed in one form). While it would be fun for everyone to be a dragon, I like the idea that Napoleon would be the only dragon and he wouldn't be very good at it. First, he's extremely young for a dragon, so any other dragon would see him as a child. Second, it's normal for dragons to spend a long time in their parents' care, learning how to hunt and breathe fire and fly and all the other dragon stuff, but Napoleon got separated from his dragon parents very early and was raised by regular humans (or maybe only his mother was a dragon and she died or was killed soon after his birth, so he was raised by his human father who knew only the most basic stuff). So, he learned all dragon stuff by self-study and experimenting by himself. He's kind of an improvised dragon, lol. Any traditionally raised dragon would probably be horrified at some of the things Napoleon does and considers normal.

Gaby and Illya have no idea that Napoleon is a dragon at first, because he guards the secret very closely (Sanders didn't know either), but they find out by accident (something like Napoleon catching a very bad flu and having trouble keeping his forms straight due to fever, so when Gaby and Illya come to check on him, they find a dragon instead). Napoleon is also kind of embarrassed about his dragon form, because he is tiny. That is partly due to age (it's not like dragons grow indefinitely their whole lives, but they grow kind of slowly; the ones that decide to live in the ocean in their dragon form grow up to be truly incredibly massive), but he's also smaller than average for his age, because he didn't have dragon-approriate diet and didn't get all the nutrients he needed. For the sake of comedy, I like to imagine that he's around the size of a particularly large house cat. The only thing Napoleon begrudgingly likes about his size is that it's convenient when he's stealing something and he has to fit in a very small space.

After they get over their initial shock (though it certainly explained some of Napoleon's weird quirks - like taking unbearably hot showers), Gaby is totally delighted that Napoleon is a dragon and immediately wants to start exploring his abilities, and Illya is a bit more reserved and suspicious, but accepts it all soon enough. They'd start using Napoleon's dragon abilities on missions. Also, Napoleon'd make a perfect lap warmer in his dragon form, because his body naturally runs hotter than human's.

Also, imagine they have a mission involving dismantling a dragon smuggling ring. All the potential angst: Napoleon's rage at seeing his kind caged, shackled and mistreated, and Gaby and Illya's fear that the ring is going to somehow catch Napoleon. It would also probably be Napoleon's first meeting with other dragons.

I'm also thinking about Waverly in relation to all of this. While I love him being an omniscient sneaky little shit, for a change he could have no idea (not even suspect it) that Napoleon is a dragon. He'd probably find out after the dragon smuggling ring mission and then he'd be kind of horrified that he exposed Napoleon to such danger (he's exposing Napoleon to danger on every mission, but it feels different when he knows that he sent practically a child dragon to face dragon smugglers). Waverly knows a lot about dragons (probably because he has some dragon friends), so he teaches Napoleon some new things. He'd also probably introduce Napoleon to his dragon friends (once Napoleon'd agree, because he's still very cautious about telling anyone he's a dragon) and Napoleon'd finally gain a dragon community to properly educate him. And Illya would absolutely not be jealous at the fact that Napoleon suddenly has lots of new, amazing friends that he spends a lot of time with. Also more angst potential for when the three of them realise that Napoleon is going to outlive Gaby and Illya by thousands of years. Then we'd have the dilemma of Napoleon wanting to spend more time with his dragon friends, because it's fun and great and he wants connection with someone who's going to live as long as he is, but also wanting to spend time with Illya and Gaby, because he feels guilty that he's not fully using the limited time they have together.

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 256, Replies Part 2

1) “Ah- Alright okay, I accept those two instead, thank you. Midoriya came to tell how he made sure that the rampage from back then will never repeat itself, and how ashamed he was about what happened, but uraraka is having none of it, and I can`t wait for him to mention her hookshot which deeeefinitely wasn`t inspired on his quirk oh no sir ;) wink wink”-  Mina’s face may be hidden here, but her thumbs-up speaks for us all. 2) “OH MY GOD IT WASN`T EVEN HE TO MENTION IT, SHE WENT AHEAD AND TOUCHED ON THE SUBJECT OF IT- OH MY GOD YEEEESSSSSS!”-  She’s embarrassed, but part of her really wants to show off her cool new toy to the body who helped inspire her in more ways than he realises… If Izuku can ever actually realise when a girl’s crushing on him, that is. 3) “YESYESYESYEYSES I LOVE THIS YES THIS IS GOOD YES

I`M MINA ON THIS SITUATION. YES. ABSOLUTELY YESSYESYEYSES”- I’m Kaminari, with the ‘smooth moves Izuku’ face. Of course, to Izuku this is simply two good friends re-confirming how much they’ve improved as heroes to each other so… 4) “Oh Aizawa, they will, don`t worry. And so will I, I feel reinvigorated after what I`ve seen this chapter, I shall finish this liveblog and spend the rest of the night writing my sappy romance drama like a mad prophet transcribing prophecies of a mad god”- Since the romance drama is coming from the depths of your mind, does that make you the mad god?... Well, they do say love can drive a person to crazy things after all.

5) “Yeah Midoriya, that one was aimed for all of them, but specifically you in particular. You know what you need to do, and so does Bakugo. Time to work even harder, the deadline is almost upon us.”- More urgently than even they know, with the whole ‘4 months, we de’ thing, and Tomura getting himself psyched for judgement day….

6) “No wait, that`s the dormitories of justice and the kids are talking about food, so this is after the showcase of quirks we were having.”- Well, it does kind help get across how shell-shocked they both are. Pair of them can’t even think about anything right after that encounter, and they’re talking about eating like it’s something they’ve forgotten about entirely. Mic: So…what do we do now? Aizawa: I dunno…have food, I guess? Mic, oh yeah… that… Both:…..

7) “Oh what the hell I though- Alright, not the kids, it`s actually their parents, and they are back from a fairly horribly school reunion- now that I think about it, are we still doing those? Oof, I certainly don`t want to meet the people I studied with, oh thank you but no.”- The fact both are cottoning onto the fact that the Commission are intentionally training their students in preparation for some big event and that it’s likely tied to whatever’s been done to their old friend is a good indication of their intelligence, but at the same time it must be uber-frustrating for them to know something bad is coming that will likely be involving their students directly and not be able to prepare them more adequately or know when shit hits the fan and it’s crunch time. Though in fairness, the villains have also been pretty vague about the specifics of the plan on their end as well. It seems to mainly be: 1: Assemble forces

2: Enhance Tomura

3: Destroy(???) everything 4) Profit.

8) “…

Alright, the translation was a little weird so far and I let it slide, but this right here- this is where I drawn the line, this one is far too weird for me to ignore, what the hell was that? Unless that`s some new euphemism for killing and maiming and destroying and obliterating everyone involved in those experiments that I wasn`t aware of.”- The official translation isn’t exactly much better, but as I understand it, similar to Ectoplasm, Mic’s powers being based around his voice means that his quirks gets stronger and more destructive the more his vocal cords are warmed up, so having a karaoke contest actually means he’s ready and amped to do something crazy with his powers. The rest of the sentence seems to be trying to say ‘then I’d take my boiling anger and make something outta it’ with probably a pun or two in there, but yeah, Mic is basically saying he’d go get warmed up, find the guys and then yell up close and personal with them until their heads exploded

9) “oh my god- Okay it seems like her horn is so charged up that it`s starting to physically hurt. Okay, well, oh boy this might be a bit troublesome… Can we bring her to Kurogiri and let her unleash all that power to turn him back? Would that work? God I hope so.”-Eri’s power being a guaranteed cure-all/reset button means that we now have a prime Chekhov’s gun loaded and ready for use, meaning we’re eventually gonna be in a situation where we need her power…the only issue is ‘what kind of situation would require such a risky gamble with an ability that might erase us?’…. 10) “Yeah don`t worry kiddo, your pa is here, and he`ll make sure you stay safe. He`ll find a way to deal with this thing, rest assured.”- I love the little hair rise as he activates his quirk to suppress hers, and immediately gives her a headpat to reassure her that physical contact isn’t something she needs to fear with others even if her quirk is ready for use again. Aizawa good dad. 11) “Alright, okay, so All Might called them to talk about their amazing progress so far. That`s the stuff All Might, don`t let Aizawa hog the spotlight of best dad, you make sure he has to work for that tittle, don`t let him go without a fight”- For once, All Might is the guy struggling to apply a skillset that he’s not naturally used to, and Aizawa is the one pulling ahead effortlessly by dint of his natural aptitude and existing skillset. All Might’s got a tough competition ahead of him. 12) “OH WAIT

IS THAT- IS THAT THE OTHER QUIRKS MIDORIYA WILL HAVE TO MASTER?! HOLY FUCK! OH MY GOD WE`RE FINALLY GOING TO SEE WHAT ELSE HE HAS IN STORE!? JESUS FUCK!!”-

13)“AND THAT`S THE END OF THE CHAPTER, AND JESUS CHRIST WHAT A BLAST TO END THIS ON

IT`S HAPPENING. IT`S FINALLY HAPPENING, THE OTHER QUIRKS ARE ON THEIR WAY.

oh my god- Oh, of course that`s exactly when we`ll start going back and forth between the main series and Vigilantes. Great. Absolutely great. Terriiiiiiific I say.”- Oh well, time to get back to the other best boy and his simple acts of vigilantism!... @thelreads​

[stillness-in-green]

I really want to know if Japan’s population decline and lack of immigration had any effect on how many people got quirks and how many didn’t. Also did the first generation consist of select people of all ages getting quirks before passing it down to the 2nd generation who started manifesting around 4 years old? If so why was the first generation the only one where people older than 4 got their quirks? Does everyone have a quirk factor gene and some people activate it while others don’t? I like the idea that more quirks occurred each generation but how did it happen?

I too am pretty curious about it!  To address the second question first, it 100% is the case that there were people in the early years manifesting quirks well past the age of four.  That seems plausible even in what we see of the broad-strokes history provided by the first chapter, but it becomes unequivocally the case as of the OFA dream.  In it, we see a man who was the sole caretaker of his elderly parents come to AFO because he’d manifested a quirk that gave him spikes all over his body and his parents rejected him; he was desperate to have it removed so he could go back to caring for them.  There’s no way that story works if the guy has had spikes since he was four.

And heck, we don’t even know if that scene is in the first generation.  I mean, everyone kind of assumes so—assumes AFO is from the first generation—but nowhere does the story actually say that explicitly.  Indeed, if the origin of quirks is a widespread but naturally occuring genetic mutation, some sort of sudden evolutionary leap, I’d still expect it would take many years for it to become widespread enough for the world to slide into the kind of chaos we’re told about/shown in the dream flashback.

Surely, after all, there would have been a lot of skepticism!  People would be much more apt to believe that it was some kind of hoax, a weird isolated government experiment, all sorts of things that people could tell themselves before quirks became so widespread that everyone—from the person on the street corner to heads of state—had to accept that this was an issue all of humanity, every country in the world, would have to face.

(Let's continue this past the jump, shall we?)

There’s also the possibility that quirks were artificially induced in those early years, via some power we’ve yet to glimpse, and that’s why the manifestation was different for the early generation(s).  An artificial source would certainly be a better explanation for the periodic incidences we have of animals manifesting quirks: if they were purely the result of some kind of widespread, concurrent genetic mutation in humans, and passed down solely in that fashion, what could the explanation be for beings like Nedzu or the bakeneko in Vigilantes?(1)

Yet another possibility is that quirks were some sort of latent trait that began to manifest as a result of exposure to some new technology or medicine—or, like Overhaul thought, began as some sort of disease.  This is a terrible example, for which I apologize, but the first thing that came to my mind was something like thalidomide in the 50s, marketed in many countries as an over-the-counter medication for morning sickness, only for it to get rapidly pulled within a decade as it became clear that it was the common element in a subsequent surge in congenital anomalies.  An unexpected biological reaction to a new environmental factor might explain, depending on the details, the rare occurrence of quirk-bearing animals; it falters somewhat in that if there were such a clear-cut common element, you’d think it would have been isolated a long time ago.

Whatever the case, it’s explicit canon that there was at least one generation of people who manifested quirks well into adulthood before quirks became widespread and consistently began appearing earlier.

As to why the early generation(s) could/did manifest later, and assuming that quirks are naturally occurring, not the result of some hidden plan, my handwave would be that it’s tied to Ujiko’s theory about quirks becoming stronger over time.  If it was always the case that, as Aizawa says early on, quirks are like a muscle that you can exercise to strengthen, I could see them taking longer to manifest in generations where the quirks themselves are weaker.  Maybe back then, children just weren’t typically strong enough to manifest quirks at all, and it took the body stabilizing and strengthening with maturity to bring them out. Now, however, quirks have gotten so strong that even gradeschoolers can be a credible menace with them!

As to the first part of your question, anon, while I’m interested in the question from a worldbuilding perspective, I wouldn’t venture to take any guesses about how the spread of quirks looked in Japan without having any clue which of the above explanations is correct.

To raise a further consideration, though: are we actually going to find out?  And to that, I think the answer is this: The origin of quirks we get, if any, will depend on the endgame we get for quirks.  Specifically, my bet is that it’s riding on what the story’s going to make of the Quirk Singularity Theory.

See, if the origin of quirks were just a handwave for why superpowers are A Thing in Horikoshi’s setting, that’d make it an interesting but ultimately peripheral aspect of the story.  If that’s all he needed it for, though, I feel like he probably wouldn’t have introduced a concept like Quirk Singularity, and he definitely wouldn’t have brought it up repeatedly.  The fact that Quirk Singularity keeps coming up suggests it’s a real issue, and if the story resolves without dealing with it, it’s going to feel like that “terrible collapse in the far future” is still looming, an ominous shadow that heroes have chosen to close their eyes and ignore.

On the other hand, the only people who do bring it up are villains or gullible; we keep hearing about it being a fringe theory, a weird thing that only cults believe.  So maybe the intent is that it isn’t a real thing, and believing that it is is nothing but a paltry justification for AFO and Ujiko’s ghastly mad science.  

After all, grappling with the biological destiny of humanity feels wildly outside the scope of the story, which is generally more concerned with the inequality and instability brought about superpowers.  It’s about how society adjusts to superpowers, the “correct” way to use them, and how to deal with people who misuse them.  It’s definitely about how to address the snowball effect that happens when your predecessors’ shortsighted decisions result in a society that seems “peaceful” (at least compared to the previous era of chaos), but is actually terminally unbalanced by the way it segregates autonomy and responsibility to a chosen few and makes victims/villains of everyone else.  That all adds up to a perfectly valid story to tell, one that a bunch of random teenagers learning to be heroes can actually meaningfully affect.  

But what exactly is Midoriya Izuku, crime-fighting high schooler, supposed to do about an inevitable calamity in human evolution that he will be middle-aged, old-aged, or even dead by the time comes to fruition?

And that takes us back to the origin of quirks.  If, again, there’s nothing to the Quirk Singularity Doomsday Theory, then the origin of quirks doesn’t really matter.  If there is something to it, and humanity has only a few more generations to figure out a solution, then the origin becomes much more relevant.  In turn, assuming that society isn’t going to do a 180 and embrace Overhaul or Ujiko’s solutions, whatever that origin is needs to reflect something Midoriya can actually affect.

It’s awfully late in the game to be introducing some ominous other power that’s behind this whole thing, something older and even more foundational to superpowered society than AFO.(2)  AFO’s power, meanwhile, is at least the seed of something that could be used to strip humanity of quirks, though that’s certainly not something it’s capable of at its current levels.  Star & Stripe’s New Order would certainly have brought it closer, but that was removed from the table as quickly as it was put there.

Moreover, given the series’ framing of quirks as connected to a person’s inherent nature, as frequently having a profound impact on foundational aspects of one’s personality, is taking that all away really the most likely outcome of the series?  And is a character who only got a superpower because Horikoshi’s first editor said, “Wouldn’t it be cooler if he had a power, though?” really going to be cleared by the last editor to take away everyones’ powers forever?

I really have no idea.  I’ve long been fascinated with the Quirk Singularity issue both because it’s just about the only thing that even gets us in the ballpark of “excusing Ujiko,”(3) and because it just seems so incredibly out of Midoriya’s league.

…Which, given the way the writing is trending lately, probably means that we’re going to find out that there was never anything to it except Ujiko’s paranoid delusions after all.  RIP.

Thanks for the interesting question, anon!

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1:  Maybe the Queen Bee, too, but its association with Ujiko significantly ups the odds that it’s the result of some experimentation on his part, rather than an animal that manifested a quirk naturally.

2:  No one needs another one of those, “It was aliens all along,” curveballs that made Platinum End such a universal laughingstock.

3:  Averting species-wide evolutionary doomsday, and all it costs is a few measly decades of corpse desecration!  Then they’ll see!  They’ll all see!

[hazbinextgeneration]

Any life headcannons on the plf and your ngs?

Oh boy DO I. Im gonna tag @palettepainter because she also has some headcannons for this wacky family.

-Skeptic is a malewife and mother hen, I won't accept criticism on this- He'll berate Trumpet for getting sick in the first place and at the same time force him to sleep in and give him soup.

-Debating of whether or not Curious is still alive at this point but she is the mother to both Iko and Rida and both had developed her weird habits. Rida will often hold up his hand when trying to focus on something and Iko has unintentionally started writing down weird facts about random things she finds interesting.

-Out of the two of them, Trumpet is the more lenient of the two dads and will let the their two children get away with things much to Skeptic's annoyance which also includes annoying Skeptic when he's working.

-Skeptic cooks more, Trumpet cleans more. That's just how it is. Skep's watched enough cooking videos online to be a decent cook. The reason for that is because Trumpet is actually a terrible cook. He once mistook the dishwasher for the oven and instead of a roast they ended up with a wet ham. So Skeptic handles most of the cooking. Skeptic's also a neat freak but he barely has time for it with all the work Giran puts on his shoulders so Trumpet handles most of the cleaning. It balances it out surprisingly well.

-Because of Skeptic's busy schedule, Trumpet was also the one who helped their children train up their quirks. He's used to helping train someone's quirk from his time with Kotoba (@palettepainter 's oc) so he helps apply that to their children.

-Skeptic has some small scars on his hands from when Rida's quirk accidentally discharged for the first time.

-Both show their care in different ways. Trumpet has no problem saying 'I love you' to his husband and children or giving physical affection. Skeptic is more with actions than words and it's different for his husband and kids. With Trumpet he'll move his bangs aside and let him see his eyes and let him get physically close on levels he wouldn't anyone else, and sometimes return physical affection such as a side hug and a VERY quick peck of a kidd. With his kids- He'll gift his children some things he'll notice they express interest in, give advice even if it's more of his opinion, and will let them lean against him if they're near him.

-Giran has more than once gotten berated by Skeptic either having his hair styled by one of his kids or them leaning against him, and can't take him seriously. Skeptic still can't fathom why.

-Both of them were extremely taken aback to finding out both children wanted to become heroes, and both has adamantly tried to talk them out of it for obvious reasons but in the end have dropped it. It's not that they don't support them, it's just that they don't want either harmed or anyone finding out about them being criminals.

-No one actually knows their parents but sometimes Hawks will give Iko a look when he sees her around UA when visiting his son. She looks and acts...familiar but he hasn't quite put his finger on it yet.

-Speaking on the Hawks family- Iko has a not so secret obvious- crush on Shosha (@palettepainter 's oc) to which Rida both likes to tease her and just facepalms when she just ends up stuttering like a frozen popsicle when talking to him. Skeptic is devastated and Trumpet won't stop teasing them both about 'Like father like daughter'.

-Iko has gotten into one or two fights with Kiru (@palettepainter 's oc)

-The kiddos both have heroes they admire for different reasons involving their quirks. Iko has respect for Higari and his assistant Hatsume since she often has to assemble her own weapons by hand especially if they're on the larger side, she also has respect for Snipe being that they both work with guns. For Rida it's more personal. His two favorite heroes are Present Mic and Shinsou solely based on the fact both their quirks are voice oriented and he can relate with Shinsou on feeling self conscious with his quirk and how it can affect others.

-Iko dyes the pink parts of her hair blonde, not because she doesn't like her mother, but because she isn't too fond of the color pink. Thus this has earnt her the nick name 'Blondie' from close friends.

-Her friend circle includes Fugen, Moku, Imori, and Tokage from her time spent on the streets while her fathers were in hiding.

-Rida has a harmless Gardner snake for a pet he affectionately named Slinky gifted to him by Trumpet. Somehow Slinky always manages to escape his cage and ends up being found by Skeptic by accident. If Rida ever finds Slinky missing he usually just waits for Skeptic's scream of fright to locate him.

-Both siblings have a weird dynamic and have pros and cons to it. Iko clearly takes after Skeptic in both looks and some of her personality but unlike Skeptic she's actually not afraid to say 'I love you' to her baby brother and dads...However for all her smarts she doesn't always pick up on social cues and she isn't the best at interacting with others often coming off as blunt or a flustered mess. Rida has a MUCH easier time socializing with people (his dad IS an Ex politician after all. It's something he picked up from Trumpet.) and is often the one facepalming at his older sister's blunders.

-Seppen is Rida’s best friend and is younger than him by only two years. You’ll often hear them playing video games together or both working together to annoy Skeptic.

-Both siblings are self conscious with parts of their quirk. If either of them are too stressed or angry or scared both of them has the ability to accidentally blow something up which is something they bond over.

-Skeptic is more protective of them than trumpet. May not seem like it at first but you’d be surprised at how many parent-teacher conferences has ended with Disguised-Skeptic going off on any unfair treatment he deems on the teacher’s end.

-Much like Skeptic, Iko is also protective of her friends along with Rida and Seppen since she grew up with both. This has been the reason for her few fights with Kiru on top of her stubborn attitude. 

-Both Trumpet and Skeptic are devastated their children refer to Giran as ‘Grandpa’ and show genuine care towards him. They are currently unaware of what history they have with Giran (A.K.A. destroying his hand-) and tense up whenever Giran makes a hand pun in front of the children. The children don’t get it and Giran has no intention of telling them the gruesome details, but OH he loves seeing them squirm in horror. 

[hamliet]

what do you think of the aoyama reveal? tbh i really like it, it makes a lot of sense, and i cant say I dont enjoy the new deku parallels and as weird as it is, the fact that aoyama of all characters now has shigaraki parallels

I was initially grumpy, but that has more to do with IRL stuff than how I actually feel lol.

I am pleased with it narrative-wise overall, though less okay with how it was bait/switch revealed (it's deliberately baiting fans with a popular fan theory just... for the sake of it, and that’s annoying). I admit I also kind of groaned because I know people will take it to mean Dabi's "save the cat" wasn't real, but upon basic reading that's just not true, yet... fandom gonna fandom.

But! Onto the narrative!

Narratively, it emphasizes the motif of parents manipulating and hurting their children. Honestly, this is the most likely way for Deku's dad to make an appearance in the story--as I've said, should he be mentioned and be relevant, it would almost certainly be with the reveal that he was embarrassed about a son without a quirk (not Dad for One lol). 

What I think is a more interesting twist on Deku’s father is if the man couldn’t cope with having a son who was quirkless and de facto abandoned him, albeit perhaps through a societally acceptable reason such as a job transfer or something (culturally it’s also not that unusual for a father to take work in another city/even country and live apart from a family). If this is the case, it could actually be used to make Deku question himself and his father’s/society’s estimation of worth. 

Aoyama's parents seem more bothered by him not having a quirk than Aoyama.

But the point is, despite Aoyama calling himself a villain, he's clearly not. He is terrified and trying to save the people he loves. He doesn’t want to be a villain at all. He wants to help people. 

Let’s look at the training camp attack again in a new light. 

Dabi sparing him takes on even more meaning now that we know Aoyama ended up in this predicament because he wasn't good enough as he was for his parents;

His cowering during the raid was guilt and fear of himself as well;

His attempt to save Bakugou and Tokoyami from abduction anyways makes him the single bravest character in the entire manga. Contrary to how he thinks of it, he tried to save his friends despite the threat of his parents' lives, despite knowing a lot of it was his fault for leaking information, etc. That's heroic.

Aoyama will be okay. The rest of Class 1A has to be motivated to save villains too. Enter Aoyama. If Horikoshi wants to, he could even use Aoyama to reemphasize the fact that these villains were all abandoned or abused by their parents, and that someone else stepped in and groomed them in their stead. Which could provoke Enji to actually face himself and do what he promised Shouto he would: lay it all on the line to save his son.