#works seamlessly with Izuku without words

[seagreenstardust]

THIS WAS MHA BTW

NOT WHATEVER THE HELL 431 WAS

[lovinkiri]

Villain Deku x Quirkless Fem reader hcs! So, this is more towards the LOV’s opinion on S/O. They obviously know how hardworking, kind, and modest she can be, especially when trying to change the world’s opinion of the Quirkless by being the first ever Quirkless hero despite all the horrific treatment that they wish they could solve her problems by killing such horrible people. And yet, they also know how crazy strong she is. Somehow, despite having Quirks, a lot of heroes have trouble taking down Nomus, and yet S/O, with her skills being like Pyrrha Nikos or Raven Branwen (both from RWBY), she’s able to take out Nomus without a quirk, relying only on her skills, experience, instincts, etc. And Deku didn’t even command any Nomus to hold back against her or anything! That just goes to show how strong S/O is, and how the villakns know that she will be tough to take down especially in a 1v1.

She's Impressive

Author's Note: I love being able to make y/n look like a badass 🥰 Exactly why Izuku is always so hopelessly in love.

Note: Cussing, Violence, Etc.

To a certain extent, the league has always respected you. I mean like, you represent the oppressed and mistreated and the wronged. Youre the perfect example of whats wrong with hero spciety. You're just on a different side. The league might say the wrong side.

Shigaraki has been trying to figure out for so long why Izuku hasn't been able to convince you to switch sides.

A video circulates of a couple of heroes taking on a Nomu. They fail, horribly fail.

And then you come in, dropping in and joining the fight seamlessly.

It's almost mesmerizing to watch you fight. How fast your reflexes are, how you know exactly when to attack and when to defend.

Izuku swears he falls in love all over again whenever he sees you fight. Hell, there are times when he has to fight you, and you make it so difficult to hold back when you're kicking his ass.

Nonetheless, he wears the bruises and scratches like a badge of honor. He doesn't listen when you apologize later on. In fact, he praises you.

And it's not an easy feat, you manage to take down the Nomu.

Still, one of the fallen heroes get up and seeing how you've already done most of the work, they deliver a blow that really isn't necessary. It's just showing off, honestly.

But the media eats it up and you're thanked for your "assistance" in aiding that particularly hero.

Izuku is deciding on whether to kill the journalist who wrote the first article or to show mercy and burn their home down.

Thats when Shiagaraki approaches him on behalf of the rest of the league.

Twice and Compress are extremely impressed by you.

Himiko thinks you're ICONIC for a hero at least

She loves sparring with you, though she can get a bit too excited sometimes.

Spinner tries to play it off, but he's also pretty impressed.

Both Kurogiri and Shigaraki do NOT want you as an enemy.

Izuku tried to convince you to become if hero that night, and when words don't work, he tries to convince you in other ways ;)

[chipen]

💋 bakugo grabbing deku like that one emote

PROPENSITY  FOR  MUMBLING  AS  HIS  BRAIN  worked  a  mile  a  minute,  self-sacrifice,  repeated  breaking  of  limbs,  and  a  bastion  of  naivete  were  all  cornerstones  of  traits  that  made  up  izuku  midoriya.  outside  of  that,  his  classmates  would  call  him  a  leader  -  his  teachers,  exceptional  in  many  ways,  a  gilded  heart  built  for  the  very  core  of  heroism.  so  many  viewed  izuku  -  deku  -  as  something  of  a  lauded  gemstone,  a  fact  that  he  shied  away  from  with  vehemence  -  but  not  katsuki.  and  for  all  that  was,  izuku  didn't  view  him  the  same  way  either.

the  world  saw  katsuki  bakugo  as  ill-tempered,  proud,  quick  to  anger,  and  destructive.  where  classmates  and  teachers  saw  the  merits  of  the  young  man,  there  was  always  hesitance  in  words,  compliments  never  fully  delivered  in  case  of  explosion  to  the  face.  but  izuku  -  to  this  day,  izuku  knew  the  true  katsuki,  the  vastly  loyal  and  talented  being  that  lurked  beneath  the  surface,  lost  in  a  mire  of  hatred  towards  him  that  he  didn't  understand.  and  despite  that  -  despite  the  countless  arguments,  endless  bickering,  and  occasional  all  out  brawls,  izuku  never  lost  that  awe,  that  respect,  that  adoration...

as  they  both  have  aged  -  as  izuku  has  grown  into  his  power  -  he  starts  fighting  back  when  the  bickering  arises.  though  the  hero  possesses  a  remarkable  patience  for  his  former  best  friend,  even  deku  has  his  limits  -  and  katsuki  has  become  uniquely  good  at  pushing  him.  they  argue  about  everything  some  days  -  from  the  weather  forecast,  a  particular  technique,  mechanics  of  a  quirk,  to  their  mutual  penchant  for  using  their  bodies  and  powers  recklessly.  izuku  is  sore,  bakugo  scraped  up  -  their  joint  venture  fumbled  in  the  wake  of  being  unable  to  work  seamlessly  together  as  they  are  capable  of  on  occasion.  indeed  -  they  elbow  one  another  through  the  dorms,  students  made  scarce  as  izuku  -  the  freckled  hypocrite  -  peers  up  at  the  other  and  rambles  three  solid  sentences  in  a  row,  without  taking  a  breath,  about  the  dangers  of  using  explosion  without  gauntlets.  (  '  no,  i  don't  care  that  they're  broken  -  i  would've  been  fine.  look  at  your  veins  and  hands!  you  can't  keep-  )  izuku's  tenacity  is  impressive,  his  words  firm  in  his  normally  gentle  tones  and  his  forest  green  hues  bright  in  the  light  of  bakugo's  door  room  as  he  practically  kicks  the  door  in.

❝ i-i'm  not  here  to  lecture  you,  but  your  actions  could  cost  you,  kacchan.  the  gauntlets  were  made  for  a  reason,  you  can  fight  other  ways.  it's  not  like  your  helpless,  just  look  at  you!  next  time,  i  might- ❞  katsuki  moves  so  fast  that  izuku  doesn't  even  have  time  to  flinch,  those  calloused  and  sweaty  fingers  hot  against  grimy,  freckled  cheeks.  gaze  wide,  lips  part  on  reflex,  and  he  thinks  that  maybe  bakugo  is  going  to  literally  explode  his  head  but  then  -  his  heart  stops.

deku's  eyes  never  shut.  his  hands  flutter  uselessly  over  katsuki's  wrists.  the  press  is  firm  -  rough,  so  very,  very  kacchan  that  he  can't  resist  the  small  noise  that  leaves  him  and  if  izuku  is  honest  with  himself  -  he  definitely  tilts  his  head,  leaning  into  the  press  of  chapped  lips  until  his  lungs  scream  for  air  and  he  parts  too  quickly  with  a  gasp.  the  constellation  of  his  freckles  are  illuminated  by  a  blush  backdrop,  and  he  stares  into  carmine  with  almost  frightened  eyes,  before  clearing  his  throat  and  simply  uttering  a  quiet:  ❝ kacchan...? ❞

[izusun]

since bakudeku’s love language has always been holding hands, i feel like instead of vocal ‘i love yous’, they’d have signs such as three taps in any areas of their bodies.

“i love you,” katsuki says, tapping thrice on izuku’s knuckles.

“i love you,” izuku confesses, knocking on katsuki’s lap three times before standing up to prepare for their mission.

“i love you,” they tell one another, squeezing each other’s hand thrice, eyes averted but never disconnected.

[jekacatrina]

One word from you

This is a small gift for a wonderful artist that never fails to bring a smile to my face with her art @rb-sketches! Hope you like it, I wrote it for this amazing piece! I wish I could write you an entire novel, but this will have to do, enjoy, Rebe, you are awesome!

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As they coordinated the rescue of civilians, Izuku felt good, incredible even. He had been back at UA for over two weeks, and his friends were making sure that he was well fed, rested and clean. All his time chasing after Shigaraki/All For One hadn’t been futile, he had apprehended many villains, but he had been slipping and hurting himself. Izuku wasn’t going to be of any use to the heroes if he was hanging by a thread. Fortunately, that wasn’t his situation anymore.

Izuku was still catching up on sleep, and yeah, he got tired, but he was getting better each day, and when he couldn’t keep up, his friends were there to pick up the slack, just like Kacchan had said.

Kacchan.

His childhood friend was currently a few steps ahead of him, coordinating the evacuation, screaming orders and rallying their classmates behind him. Since he returned to UA, Kacchan was never more than a yell away from Izuku, and he tried to stay within seeing distance of him.

He would have thought he didn’t trust Izuku to stay put, but after the last couple of days, he believed it came only from genuine concern. Kacchan was the first to notice when Izuku got winded, or needed a break from using his quirk. He would scoff and snap at him, but his voice held no heat and he gave Izuku time to recover. Kacchan brought him food when he got some for himself and sat by his side without talking, but even the silent company caused something to flutter in his chest. 

This new dynamic made him feel like he was perpetually using Float, like his feet weren’t touching the ground. Things were so different between them, they had gone through so much together, but Izuku had always saved a spot for Kacchan by his side, and the moment his childhood friend was ready to claim it, Izuku welcomed him with open arms.

He forced his attention off his childhood friend and back to his current task. He was working with Sero and Uraraka; while she used her quirk to lift debris and abandoned cars, Sero and Izuku grabbed them while in the air and placed them where they wouldn’t be in the way. They moved quickly and seamlessly, Sero and Uraraka made such a good team, and Izuku found himself working in the same tune.

As he put down the last pieces of debris, far away from the evacuation route they had drafted, Izuku beamed, wiping the sweat from his brow, the exercise taxing but so rewarding.

He almost jumped out of his skin when someone draped an arm over his shoulders, and he swirled, expecting Kaminari or Kirishima. Nothing would have prepared him for the sharp smile and the glinting red eyes. Kacchan brought his gloved hand to the back of his head and ruffled his curls. His heart skipped a beat, gazed locked in his, flabbergasted by the easy manner in which Kacchan was touching him after a decade of keeping him at arm’s length.

“Not bad, Izuku.” Kacchan stepped back, sauntering away. He left Izuku behind, trying to get his heart rhythm under control.

Not bad, Izuku.

Izuku.

He watched his back, looking for a sign of Kacchan regretting what just happened, but the blond only glanced at him over his shoulder, smirking. All his blood traveled to his face, the blush spreading against his will. Dear God, was this how things were going to be between them from now on?

Praise without a hint of mockery or disdain.

Touches full of fondness.

Smiles directed only at him.

Kacchan not only accepted him back, but he was pushing them closer.

Izuku wasn’t sure he was going to be able to handle it without combusting where he stood.

“Looking a little red there, Deku,” Uraraka said behind him, and Izuku gave her an embarrassed look. No point in pretending he wasn’t completely smitten, the entire class had seen him faint in his arms.

Kacchan meant so much more to Izuku than any of his friends could ever imagine, but they did have a pretty good idea of where his feelings lay.

Izuku.

He grinned down at his shoes, shaking his head.

He had been doomed from the start.

“Kacchan, wait up!”

“Then hurry the fuck up, Deku!”

That’s right. 

He was still Deku, but he was also Izuku to Kacchan.

Izuku jogged until he reached him. He didn’t want to get left behind, staring at his back, nor he wanted to be ahead of Kacchan, where he couldn’t see him at all.

His place was by his side, and always had been.

[albinotapeworms]

A new purpose arises

Chapter 6 of for our world!

As we continued to work on our plan to stop All For One and save Tomura, I felt a new sense of purpose. I knew that we faced great danger, but with Izuku by my side, I felt like we could overcome anything. And who knows, maybe our connection would grow into something more.

Over the next few weeks, Izuku and I worked tirelessly on our plan to stop All For One and save Tomura. We spent long hours strategizing, training, and putting our plan into action.

Despite the danger, being around Izuku made me feel alive. His dedication and passion were infectious, and I found myself falling for him more and more each day.

One evening, as we were sitting together on the couch, I couldn't help but ask, "Izuku, why did you become a vigilante? What drives you to keep fighting?"

Izuku looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. "When I was young, I was quirkless. Everyone around me had a special power, but I didn't. It was tough, but I never gave up. When I finally got my quirk, I knew I wanted to use it to help people.

Being a vigilante is my way of making a difference and protecting those who can't protect themselves, and it's my way of atoning, the people here are suffering because of my quirk, I have to help them in anyway shape or form.

I listened intently, feeling a new level of admiration for Izuku. "Wow izuku..uh I have no words.

“You are such an amazing person, I don't know how you could do such a thing in totally solitude.”

Izuku smiled, looking a little shy. "Thanks, but I'm not perfect, and I wouldn't say I've been doing it in totally solitude..I mean I have you.

I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. "Me?" I asked, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.

Izuku nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you. You've been a huge help in this mission, and I couldn't have done it without you. Plus, you're a great friend."

I couldn't help but smile back at him, feeling my heart swell with happiness. "Thanks, Izuku. You're a great friend too."

We sat in silence for a moment, both lost in our own thoughts. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between us, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship by acting on my feelings.

But still I couldn't help but wonder if Izuku felt the same way I did. Did he also feel that there was something more between us? Or was I just imagining things? I wanted to ask him, but I was afraid of the answer.

What if he didn't feel the same way? What would happen to our friendship? I decided to keep my feelings to myself, at least for now.

I didn't want to risk losing the amazing bond we had formed during our mission. So, I took a deep breath and pushed my thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.

We continued to work in silence, but the tension between us was palpable. It was like we were both trying to ignore the elephant in the room. As we wrapped up the mission and said our goodbyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of regret.

Maybe if I had been brave enough to speak up, things could have turned out differently. But as I watched Izuku walk away, I knew I had made the right decision.

Our friendship was too precious to risk, and I would do anything to protect it.

As I walked back home, I couldn't help but replay the events in my mind. Izuku and I had worked together seamlessly, but the tension between us was undeniable.

but neither of us had been brave enough to address it.

As I walk upstairs to my apartment door, I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the feeling of regret.

I reminded myself that I had made the right decision. Our friendship was too important to jeopardize, and I would rather have Izuku as a friend than risk losing him altogether.

Over the next few days, I tried to put the event behind me and focus on strategies for improving the plan we had. But I couldn't help but think about Izuku and the tension between us.

I wondered if he was thinking about it too, or if he thought of us as just friends.

Finally, after a week of silence, I decided to reach out to him. I sent him a message, asking how he was doing and if he wanted to grab lunch sometime.

I know it was stupid, I was supposed to be helping him in making sure he's not over working himself and making sure he's not forgetting to feed himself but I let my feelings get in the way.

I thought he was mad at me for ghosting him but he responded almost immediately so we made plans to meet up in 2 weeks since we been caught up with a bunch of other things.

[seita]

Hiiiiiii!!! I was wondering if you could do a hc of Shinsou, Kiri, Izuku, Denki, and Bakuhoe making out with their girlfriends/ how they kiss?? Also, I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!! LIKE IT’S SO GOOOOD‼️‼️‼️

hi babie!!! i hope you enjoy xoxo. thank you so much for you sweet words ily ):

⤑ 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧    

― hitoshi shinsou.

the slow, intoxicating kisser.

∴   he’ll make your head spin with the way he moves his lips. ∴   he’ll cup your cheeks, jaw, nd the back of your head while he kisses you ∴   when you’re locked in a makeout session with him ∴   he’ll be on top of you, kissing you breathless before pulling away ∴   you’ll try to move forward to get another taste but he’ll playfully pull away ∴   he wants you to ache for it. ∴   grab the front of his shirt and pull him back down again and he’ll be yours.

― eijirou kirishima.

the intimate, loving kisser.

∴   everything about his kisses are sensual. ∴   they make you feel fluttery and special no matter what. ∴   lying in bed with him, legs tangled up while his lips work seamlessly against yours ∴   you’ll forget the world exists outside of him and his kisses. ∴   the way he introduces his tongue at just the right time is mindblowing. ∴   he knows exactly how to kiss you to get you clingy and needy for him.

― izuku midoriya.

the sweet, soft kisser.

∴   his kisses are just so genuinely gentle. ∴   he treats you like you’re the most precious thing on earth. ∴   and to him you are!! ∴   he absolutely always strives to make you feel cherished in every sense of the word. ∴   when you’re making out, you’re completely in control ∴   if you want him on top, find. if you want to be in his lap, cool! sit side by side? alrighty. ∴   he wants you to feel safe nd comfortable above all!

― denki kaminari.

the enthusiastic, fun kisser.

∴   he makes you smile without a doubt whenever he kisses you. ∴   there’s just something about him that makes it fun. ∴   he’ll peck your lips a hundred times in a row until you’re laughing and pushing him away. ∴   the two of you could be locked in a heated makeout and he’ll suddenly tickle your ribs to break the intensity with something lighthearted. ∴   he never wants anything to be intense, he likes you both to be comfortable and smiling. ∴   and he’s damn good at accomplishing it.

― katsuki bakugou.

the intense, heated kisser.

∴   as you would expect, katsuki’s kisses are as intense as he is. ∴   he kisses you with purpose ∴   his touches are rough but calculated. ∴   he wants you squirming and needing more of his lips on yours. ∴   he absolutely relishes in the way you beg for him to kiss you more and more. ∴   he’s more than happy to oblige, but not without a few punishing lip bites for being a needy baby.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Ghost in the Machine

Ghost in the Machine by Xiel

People can go far for Acceptance. To be accepted by his new school peers, one new student decided to partake in the bullying of Local Quirkless Wonder Izuku Midoriya. But the new kid took it one step too far and used his Quirk on the bullied, trapping Izuku in cyberspace with no reversal.

Izuku lives on for 3 years as a seemingly hyper-intelligent AI, seamlessly entering any network or computer without detection by the firewalls. But there is more to Digitize than anyone knows, even to its victim.

Words: 1443, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki

Additional Tags: 1-A is 3-A, they have a small talking role, unammed Hero mentor, Digitized Izuku, Green Bean is stuck in the internet network, Prompt Fill, Inspiration from Digimon Ghost Game, Japanese urban legends

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36815878

[songbirdsingingthings]

Chapter One: The Social Season Begins

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is my first multiple chapter fic! I was heavily inspired by Netflix’s Bridgerton, but I do not intend to stick to its script. The show and the fic are meant to be seat during the early 19th century (1810 -1830) so a lot of things like technology will not be present. Also, this is a quirkless au so no one is going to posses any powers. I plan for this fic to be between 8 and 12 chapters, but we’ll see as we go along. I hope you all enjoy <3!

Next Chapter ~ Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Word Count: 1.9K

When social season rolled around, all bets were off. The most vicious of claws and fangs were disguised by beautiful dresses and headpieces, followed by the batting of eyelashes and the oh so precarious movements of feathered fans. It happened every year - hundreds of Musutafu’s young ladies braved the social scene in the pursuit of a husband either of their own status or higher. This year was no exception, in fact, it was shaping up to be one of the most influential seasons to date. Several of the most eligible and prestigious lords, viscounts, and barons would be attending the numerous balls that were in the works. While it was expected of the young women to pair up and find a love-match, such relationships always proved to be half-successful. Of course they would be married and well taken care of, but too often did you hear of wives maintaining an empty manor whilst their husbands were off gallivanting at their clubs, or more likely, at brothels. This proved to be your biggest fear - you wanted the beautiful relationship your parents had. The one where your father doted on your mother, bringing her flowers on random days because he happened to see them and think of her. One where he dutifully raised their children together, never once undermining her abilities due to her gender. And one where, right up until her very last breath, he held her hand and whispered sweet nothings to her. It was a sorrowful day when your mother died, but your father carried on in her place, raising you and your elder brother in the most proper and loving way he could. This encouraged you to go forth with your head held high. You would find the one you were meant to be with and not just be a part of a silly little love-match.

“Oh Lady Yagi, you look absolutely wonderful.” With a deep breath you met your eyes in the mirror in front of you and let out a little gasp. The dress you were wearing was utterly gorgeous. It was a very pale blue, even lighter than the powder blue that covered your bedroom walls, and had the most beautiful little detailed flowers scattered across it. There weren’t enough to mistake you with a garden, but there were plenty there to compare you to the most gorgeous dogwood. The necklace that lay across your neck was much daintier than what others tended to wear but you adored it - after all, it was your mother’s. And resting softly on your head was a matching tiara with both diamonds and light blue sapphires.

“My, Mei, you have simply outdone yourself.” You whisper. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of your reflection, the twinkles and glimmers of the jewels doing wonders to accentuate your features.

“Lady Yagi, how you make me swoon,” Mei exclaims, feigning a faint. You giggle at her and swat her gently with your fan. The two of you make small talk as she adds finishing details to your look; smoothing out hairs here and there, clipping in your diamond earrings, and slipping your silk gloves onto your hands.

“Y/N, my sister, we must be heading off!” A call echoed from just outside your room, coming from the main hall downstairs.

“And not a moment too soon, my nerves have been getting the best of me.” You say, a wide smile covering your face. You descended upon the grand staircase to see both your father and your elder brother waiting for you.

“My word! Y/N, my darling, you look divine!” Your father exclaimed, walking forward to place a ghost kiss to your cheek, not daring to mess up Mei’s handiwork. You smiled at your father and looked at your brother.

“Izuku, you look quite dashing.” You tell him, earning a grin from his freckled face. “Hoping to see Lady Uraraka this evening?” A blush quickly covered his face.

“Well, yes, she had told me she would be attending earlier when we took a promenade around- hold on, this is your special evening we need to be discussing.” Izuku says, switching the topic onto you. Rolling your eyes playfully, you took his arm as the three of you made your way into the horse-drawn carriage waiting for you in front of your house. The three of you entered, your father and brother careful of your long dress, and then you were off.

“So my dear, are you excited? Nervous?” Your father asks. You smile and inspect your gloved hands.

“Both. I just wish…” you trail off. Your father leans down to meet your gaze with slight concern in his eyes.

“Wish what?” He says, urging you to continue. A small sigh escapes your mouth as you look back up.

“Father, you have done wonderfully to raise both Izuku and I without Mother here. I think both of us agree on that fact.” You begin. Izuku nods and offers the both of you a grin. “I just wish that she was here. To tell me of what she was feeling when she debuted, how she calmed the churning in her stomach.” You confess, your hands now clenched. You were met with a sad smile from your father.

“How I wish for that as well, my dear. She would always tell me how excited she was for you to embark on your own marital journey. And, while I in no means shared the same experience as she did, I can tell you of what I was feeling.” He says. You look up, curiosity flashing in your eyes.

“Please,” you say, prompting him to tell you. He laughs and leans back on the leather seated cushion.

“Well I, like your brother, had an easy time finding the women we would want to spend the rest of our lives with.” Your father’s sentence earned a blush from Izuku, but no words of contention. I suppose we will be welcoming Lady Uraraka to our family soon, you thought smiling to yourself. “I was a nervous wreck, though, when my eyes found your mother. She was absolutely divine - like the gods had graced the earth specifically with her. She was quick to forgive my nerves and the slight stutter in my voice as I introduced myself to her, and things just seemed to run its own course from there.” You could see the wistful gaze in your father’s eyes as he thought of your mother. “Inko was a most gracious woman, both in mind and beauty. And those qualities, my dear, were passed on to you.” His hand came to cradle your cheek, brushing away the tears that started to well in your eyes. “But this is no time to be in despair, no, it is time to be quite the opposite than that. It’s time for you to find love.”

The carriage stopped rather abruptly, but you didn’t care. You gathered the train of your dress in your hand and were practically buzzing by the time the footmen opened the door. Your father stepped out first followed by Izuku, the latter of which offered a hand to you as you stepped out. The venue was absolutely gorgeous, and it was no surprise considering the man hosting it. Lord Takami was a rather benevolent and expressive man and those traits bled right into his events. With lanterns dotted all over the front steps and the ballroom, candles that seemed to float in midair, and the most magnificent smelling floral arrangements you had ever seen, you understood perfectly - this was what it must’ve felt like for your mother. Out of the corner of your eye, a pretty brunette started to drift towards you and your family, a bashful smile set across her face. Before you had a chance to speak, Izuku stepped in front of you and your father.

“Lady Uraraka, what a pleasure to see you here.” Your brother says, his hand extending to her gloved one.

“It’s truly all mine, My Lord.” She responds as a shy smile flickers across her face. Izuku spares you and your father a nod and a grin before he leads Lady Uraraka towards the middle of the floor, the two melting into the dance being performed seamlessly.

“Those two make such a divine and true love-match, don’t you agree Father?” You gush. Just seeing your brother so hopelessly in love was enough to make your heart flutter.

“I do, my dear,” he chuckles upon seeing your expression, “but we are not here to solely admire them. There will be plenty of time to do that at their wedding,” your father quips, earning a laugh from you. “Let’s get you introduced and dancing, hmm?” Your evening was full of re-introducing yourself to mutual acquaintances and establishing new ones in other young men. You made sure to only dance with those you felt could be a possible match for you, but as time went on you started to lose hope. It’s not that the men were horrid by any means - well, with the exception of one Lord Mineta - but nothing about them seemed to stir your heart. You currently found yourself in a most dull conversation with Baron Ojirou.

“Forgive me, Lord Ojirou, I must get some air. All of this dancing has made me quite light-headed,” you say, excusing yourself.

“Oh! Would you like me to accompany you, Lady Yagi?” He asks nicely. You raise your hand in denial but give him a light smile.

“There is no need. I wouldn’t want to impose on your evening, I will just be a few moments.” You say, slipping away to the outdoor gardens. It was dark, but the luminescence coming from inside Lord Takami’s manor provided enough light so that you could see. You made your way over to the stone railings that bordered the rose garden and held onto it with both of your gloved hands, heaving a sigh. “My goodness…” you whisper, heaving a sigh. The night air nipped a bit at your skin but you paid no mind to it. What does catch your attention, though, was the light footsteps that were approaching you from behind. “Lord Ojirou, as I said before, there is no need-” You begin, but stop immediately when you are met with someone else. He was much different than the man you had just been recently talking to - physically more reserved, taller, and much much handsomer. Even with the scar covering the left side of his face, his presence was enough to make a woman swoon. “Forgive me.” you manage, curtsying a bit.

“Oh, no, it is I who should be apologizing. Pardon my interruption on your… outing.” He says awkwardly. This earns a slight giggle from you. 

“This was merely a simple break from the clamor inside.” you say, relaxing a bit more. Before the man could say another word, you see Izuku catch your eye from the steps.

“Y/N! There you are, Father and I have been looking everywhere- Shouto?” Your brother says shocked, his eyes meeting the man across from you.

“Izuku?” He responds, bewilderment flickering across his face.

“My word, it’s been a while! How as your father, the Duke of Endeavor, faring these days?”

“D-Duke?” You stutter out, in awe of the man’s title. Izuku catches your confusion and gives you a smile. 

“Forgive me for not introducing you! Todoroki, this is me dear sister, Y/N.” The man, now known to you as Shouto Todoroki, gave you a quick nod. “Y/N, this is Shouto Todoroki. The son of the Duke.”

[aislinceivun]

Hello~ Until the next chapter of (still awesome) WWTE, I have a question (feel free to ignore this ask, of course) : How do you know your story will have 23 chapters ? Do you already have some sort of draft for each of them ? Or are you following an outline ? In summary, what is your writing process ? :)

Hi!♥ No no no - thank you for asking!! I’m always happy to ramble😄

I do follow an outline! When I’m writing a longfic, I start with basic ideas and plot points, and as I develop them, I end up with a pretty detailed chapter plan. Those documents includes all scenes I want to have in a chapter (I don’t plan chapters by word count - like, I don’t do “ok, we reached 6k, time to wrap up” - but by themes. For me, that means: “I want Character X to go through this mini-arc” or “this is the point I want Character X to get to by the end of the chapter”; these are the scenes I need to make that happen), bits of dialogue, sometimes a very rough first draft of a scene. For WWTE, I have about 20k of outlines, plus another 5k for future timestamps. Ah, and a timeline that covers events across *checks* uh, 89 years xD even though WWTE only covers a bit over 1.5 years (I might actually share that one day, but not any time soon; it’s too spoilery)

Not all of my outlines are super detailed - the Overhaul arc in particular needs a lot of fleshing out - but overall, I’m pretty confident about where I’m going and what I need to get there.

That said, even though I currently expect the fic to need 23 chapters, that doesn’t mean I might not end up adding more. One of the reasons behind why I prefer holding off on publishing until the whole fic is written is that I often end up with new ideas while I’m writing, then go back and add tidbits to previous chapters for foreshadowing or just to make the new thing blend in more seamlessly. 

(Frankly, I’d have preferred not publishing WWTE until the first draft was completely written... but I’ve been working on it for 2 years by the time I put up the first chapter, and I worried I might lose interest if I have to go without any interaction for another two years ^^;;)

Another thing that might happen is that despite me wanting specific scenes in a chapter, sometimes they grow and change too much. (I follow outlines, but I’m not rigid about them and let the characters take me to new directions “as the magic happens”.) The chapter might get super long, and I actually find a decent closing/resting point earlier. For example, #6 and #7 were originally meant to be a single chapter, but the kids interacted more at Hosu hospital than I had expected, and Izuku did the thing, and I figured, ok, this is actually a good place to end; I’m splitting the chapter after all. 

In comparison, #10 grew to be over 23k, and yet I kept it as a single chapter because everything really goes together thematically and splitting in two would hurt the overall effects on the reader imo.

That’s basically it? In general, I’m more of the “plan to the last detail” type of writer rather than one who knows the basics but wings most of it =‘)

Again, thank you for asking! I get so happy when I hear from readers and they ask questions. :3 So glad you’re enjoying it. Have a lovely day!

[bananaink]

KeGo December Day 4 - Shaking hands

“MIDORIYAAA!!”

Izuku startled and looked up from his notes at the loud scream in the distance. His eyes quickly surveyed the campus. No one was supposed to be on campus anymore, not at least without supervision which Izuku easily put himself above such silly rules. From his little hiding place behind an old hero sculpture - drowned in bushes - he could see the owner of that loud voice standing in the middle of the campus, hands cupping his mouth to accelerate his scream and whirling in a quick circle.

Confused, Izuku put his notebook back into his hiding place – a little hole he had carefully chiseled out of the sculpture and manufactured a lid for it to seamlessly close it – and tiptoed away from it before walking out of the bushes. A good distance away from the sculpture.

“What?!”, he screamed back and saw how the other boy turned around to face him. Kirishimas white sharp teeth almost blinded him as the redhead immediately came running for Izuku, arms pumping with every step. He had his work-out-cloths on and sweat rolling down is face and neck. Scorch marks on his arms and shirt indicated that he had probably been training with Bakugou and his usually carefully gelled-up hair was limping and bouncing ridiculously with every step. Izuku couldn’t help the amused twitch of his lips and tentative smile creeping over his mouth as the other boy booked it over the campus.

“Midoriya, this is amazing!!!”, he yelled in a way of greeting and Izuku could feel the short spike of unease when the boy didn’t show any sign of stopping himself. But Kirishima always stopped himself, no matter how short or abrupt or acrobatic. So Izuku waited and watched him skidding to a halt with spinning arms. His used sneakers dug into the ground in an attempt to slow down. Izuku snorted at Kirishima, who almost fell in his haste to redirect his speed and just eyed him amused when he finally ended his unnecessarily sprint to stand – a little bit too close – in front of Izuku. Panting.

“What? Did Bakugou finally bit Aizawa? I told him it’s the easiest way to get rid of his hovering.”

“No, what? Not that, I mean, he came close but-”, Kirishima shook his head and his floppy hair spikes looked like wind chimes. Izuku was just about to pull out a joke about them, contemplating if he even could joke about Kirishimas hair and how he looked because he was still figuring out what counted as a friendly tease and plain rudeness – but then Kirishima leaned forward, almost brushing nose with Izuku, burning bright-red eyes staring right into his soul, cheeks tinted red from excitement.

“You are amazing!!!”, he yelled right into Izukus face and Izuku in turn felt his brain shirt-circuit.

“Uh...”

Kirishima bounced in place, grin getting even wider and not in the slightest discouraged from talking more by Izukus less than excited response.

“You told me I could improve my mobility with redirecting and stuff, you, know? Lessening the hardening around my joints and stuff to be more mobile and it worked!!! You should have seen me, I jumped out right from under Bakugous hand and he fell flat on his face! I was so fast! I mean, he still kicked my ass which is like, encouraging, but this is the first time I ducked!!”

Izuku blinked in rapid succession from the onslaught of words and uttered another totally helpless: “Um. Okay.”

This time though Kirishima wasn’t satisfied with it and leaned forward again.

“I did as you said and It worked! It took you one second to look at my quirk and you just knew how to make it better!!”

Izuku flinched a little bit at that, remembering other people and other quirks he had looked at and known how to make better.

“Sorry?”, he said reflexively and Kirishimas face fell a little bit and he shook his head again.

“No no, this is great! This is super-great!!! You helped me!”

Izuku tried not to frown and get his stiff face to form a smile as his hands started to tingle and his quirk acted up. It roamed through his skin and reached out for something to latch on to, to grab, to bring forward – and suddenly Kirishimas arms and face hardened in the blink of an eye. Kirishima uttered a confused ‘huh’ and Izuku could feel the sharp edges under his hands and waves of the warm pulsing quirk washing through his body. The comfortable high of touching another quirk, feeling it, activating it and gently caressing it under his palms had Izuku gasp and they both stared down at their hands.

Kirishima held Izukus hands in sharpened fingers.

“AH! Sorry! I didn’t mean to-”, Kirishima yelped, almost panicked, and started babbling apologies but didn't dislodged his hands immediately, probably scared of cutting the other boy with a wrong move. Izuku on the other hand stared at their intertwined fingers and tried to process the touch. Ignoring Kirishima, he tried to remember when the redhead had even grabbed him? He hadn’t felt anything, not the terror of someone else having even just a part of his body in their hands.  Touching him.  

Kirishima was touching him and he wasn’t feeling scared at all!

Izuku reinforced his grip when the redhead carefully tried to pry his hands free and looked up again. He could feel his hands trembling, shaking with the new discovery.

“We are holding hands.”, he said, amazed and could feel Kirishimas quirk shift in his grasp. He wasn’t holding it captive, wasn’t prodding it to stay active or testing its limits, straining against Kirishimas natural response to shut off. It simply activated with a gentle brush of his fingertips and now blew warmth into his hands and arms and body and face. All while holding hands.

Kirishima made a nervous sound in the back of his throat and then awkwardly shifted. But his quirk stayed active. Izuku could feel it staying content, calm.

“Uh, yeah.”, the redhead laughed a little bit breathless and stiff because of his hardened chest. And Izuku – dizzy with the touch and how good it suddenly felt - couldn’t help himself. He looked down again, turning their connected hands around, flexing his fingers carefully.

“Sorry for activating your quirk.”, he said on autopilot because that damn quirk counselor, Aizawa had forced upon him, had told him he was supposed to say this. But he didn’t mean it. Not really. Not when it felt so good and warm and he could gently push his own quirk over Kirishimas and feel it roll up in his hands and gently turn down to a small simmer. Trusting him.

“Oh! This is new.”

Izuku looked up to see Kirishimas smooth, fleshy and soft skin, cheeks dusted with red color and eyes also staring at Izukus scared hands.

“My quirk just... I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I didn’t either!”, Izuku said and they met eyes. Somehow Izukus cheeks grew hot and warm and he itched for that hidden notebook to write this discovery down. But under those glowing red eyes full of amazement Izuku felt himself tense up – embarrassed, nervous, overwhelmed - and his quirk responded with the equivalent of slapping Kirishimas quirk over the head with a pan.

“UFF!”

The redhead stumbled a little bit as his quirk activated so suddenly and Izuku quickly let go before he could worsen it and accidently harden him too much again. Aizawa would be pissed if he found out that he had accidently activated Kirishimas quirk again, even without noticing that they had even been touching and-

Wait.

Just as Kirishima found his footing again, shaking himself like a wet dog coming out of a bath, Izuku surged forward and grabbed his hand. With a pounding heart he waited for the fear, the terror and flashbacks another person's warmth brought him, the shadows at the corner of his eyes, but nothing happened. Except for a very startled Kirishima looking at his hardened forearm and grunting. But his hand was still soft. Izuku marveled at that.

“Look! Look! How am I doing that?!”, he stressed and Kirishima – easily infected with excitement and knowing how hard it was for Izuku to control his quirk – squeezed his hand with a happy noise. It only made Izukus cheeks even hotter and a warm feeling unfurled in his chest. Kirishimas elbow poked out a little bit sharper than usual.

“I don’t know!”

“This is- I need to write that down!”

“Yeah, you should!”

“And I need to test it! Find out why I have control in the first place.”

“Sure, we can do that. I mean, I just finished training but I think I can manage a few more-”

“Let’s go to Aizawa.”

“Wait, what?”

Izuku pulled confidently at Kirishimas hand and his cheek twitched with a manic grin, glee and a weird fluttery but good warmth surging from the point of contact through his whole body. It made him invincible. Strong.

“I wanna show him!”

Kirishimas face had lost some color and he nervously pulled with his free hand at his own shirt. Izuku knew he was unnecessarily afraid of his guardian and gripped Kirishimas – still fleshy! - hand with conviction.

“Uhm, I don’t think that’s a good-”

Izuku turned around and pulled a spluttering Kirishima along.

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Guys, I barely made it with my last braincells. This is getting hard, you guys. :’D

But that’s the point. Keep it going. So sorry if this feels choppy? I think it’s a bit choppy. But maybe because I’m tired and should be sleeping now :’D

As usuall, shout out to @banashee !!! Send her some love!

And this chapter is on AO3

Have a great day!

[theolddarkmachine]

Imaginary- Chapter Nine

Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.

Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.

And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.

Also on AO3

A/N: Woah, we’re at like, the pseudo halfway mark! well actual half if you count that theres gonna be 18 chapters + an epilogue lol Anyway, apologies if it seems like nothing really happens in this chapter. I’m buzzing for what’s to come, but alas, gotta make those bridging chapters first 😖

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Izuku felt weightless as he walked through the front door, casting his gaze quickly around his surroundings in search of Eri and Bakugou. It was a strange feeling, almost like he was floating as he kicked his work boots off at the front door and tugged at the zipper on his vest.

Cool air finds his torso where his shirt sticks to his stomach from the humid summer afternoon as he flaps the edges of the vest. Sighing at the blessed coolness, Izuku steps further into the hall and tilts his head into the kitchen.

Empty of either Bakugou or Eri, it’s filled with the fading twilight of the evening that casts long shadows across the floor.

Turning away from the kitchen, he continues forward as he takes off his hat and sweeps a hand through his slightly damp curls in an attempt to breathe some life into them.

“Hello?” He says, almost timid, as he looks into the entry of the living room only to be met by the quiet hum of the TV that’s still on. A brief passing moment of dread shocks through Izuku at the stillness that fills the home before it’s beat back by a sudden loud exclamation.

“C’mon, shrimp, show some mercy!” Bakugou’s voice carries down the stairs, quickly chased by Eri’s trademark laugh that’s reserved specifically when she’s beating someone ruthlessly at a board game.

A smile, wide a bright, tugs his lips upwards as he takes the stairs two steps at a time, all the while clutching his sweaty hat in his hand. Quietly crossing the space between the staircase and Eri’s wide open door, Izuku leans his shoulder against the doorframe.

Just within the room, Bakugou sits on the floor with his back to the door, legs crossed, elbow pushed into his thigh, and forehead pressed into the palm of his hand in utter defeat. Across from him, Eri’s face is lit with pure glee as she proudly looks down at the Monopoly board between them.

It’s a scene that Izuku is all too familiar with, and something about it traps his greeting in his throat as lightning seems to strike at the center of his chest.

“How is a four year old so good with money?” Bakugou grumbles with the same world weary sigh of someone who has been defeated many, many times.

Eri’s high giggle seems to confirm this as she starts to reset the board without any regard to her opponents pain. Izuku watches as Bakugou turns his head in his hand just enough to fix Eri with a look.

“You sure you aren’t cheating?” The blonde asks, voice full of teasing question. Eri laughs again as she shakes her head quickly, eyes still stuck on the board as she moves dog and battleship back to GO.

“No, it’s just her super power,” Izuku answers, finally pushing his words through the crackling pop at his sternum. His words force a rigid line across Bakugou’s shoulders as Eri’s head snaps up.

“Daddy Izuku!” She cries as she pushes herself up off the ground and runs toward him. Catching her as she launched forward, Izuku pulls her up into his arms and gives her a squeeze that makes her giggle. Bakugou turns over his shoulder to look up at them, eyes slightly wide before he pushes himself up mechanically.

“Were you good for Mr. Bakugou?” He asks, eyes fixated on the blonde as he blanches at the name before fixing Izuku with a glare that makes his heart stutter.

“Me and Kacchan were playing games!” Eri replies happily, as if that’s an answer. It forces a scoff between Bakugou’s teeth.

“If her kicking my ass really counts as playing,” he mutters, rolling his eyes in a way that makes Izuku laugh. The strange, light feeling zipping through his chest rolls lower, finding a home in his stomach as Bakugou offers Eri a small secretive smile.

It captures him then, snatching his breath from his lungs as he traces the exact curve of Bakugou’s mouth. He notes that there’s a small scar at the corner of his bottom lip.

“You get that wreck cleared up?” Bakugou asks, the words shaking Izuku as his vision clears, gaze snapping up to find himself the focus of the blonde’s attention.

Swallowing thickly, he nods.

“Thank you for watching her,” Izuku rasps, throat suddenly dry as Bakugou moves ever so slightly closer. Dragging his stare away from Izuku’s, Bakugou paints him in ruby as he drags his gaze downward, pausing briefly at his mouth before moving down to his chest. A mischievous smirk quirks his mouth into a crooked slant.

“And thank you for your service, Officer Deku,” he says, tone filling with a challenging tease that makes Izuku go lightheaded.

“What?” He hears himself ask, vision helplessly filled with the blonde. Thrusting a finger forward, Bakugou points at the space above Izuku’s heart.

“Your name tag,” is all he says, matter-of-fact.

Looking down slowly, Izuku tracks the back of Bakugou’s hand before following the line of his finger to where it points at the plastic bar proclaiming his name.

“What?” He asks again as he stares at the white characters that stand against the black backdrop.

Bakugou laughs, moving quickly to flick him in the nose. Gasping with surprise, Izuku snaps his head up.

“Made ya look,” Bakugou says, mouth wrapped around a shit eating grin.

Heat collects at the high points of Izuku’s cheekbones as he stares with open wander at the man before him, mouth opening and closing around things he doesn’t know how to say.

“Kacchan!” Eri admonishes, fixing Bakugou with her stern look as she crosses her arms across her chest. His laugh pitches higher as he shakes his head slightly.

“Alright, squirt, I’ll leave your dad alone,” he says, raising his arms high above his head in a stretch. It raises the edge of his shirt just enough to reveal a strip of tan skin and golden hair before he drops his arms back down as Izuku swallows again.

“I should get going anyway.”

Fixing his stare on Izuku once more, he quirks his brow up, the edge of his mouth lifting as if in knowing before he moves closer. Bright, tart panic fills his mouth as he steps aside, just barely too slow as their shoulders brush.

“Goodnight, Deku,” Bakugou chuckles, hitting Izuku with the full brunt of his smile. It’s all sharp edges and challenge, and Izuku wonders silently what it tastes like.

“Night, Kacchan,” he replies, breathless and quiet. So much so that he briefly questions if he’s been heard until he sees the pink shade that paints across Bakugou’s face. Warmth dances through Izuku, tracing his bones and tracking his veins as he watches his mouth twist into a look of surprise. It only lasts for a breath before Bakugou tsks loudly and turns over his shoulder to stomp down the stairs. Seconds later, he hears the sound of the front door as it pulls shut loudly behind him.

Turning his attention from the hall and to Eri, he watches as she opens her mouth, releasing the loud blare of a horn.

Startling awake with his heart pounding wildly in his throat, Izuku stares up at the stripe of golden sunlight that cuts across his ceiling as his mind reels against the sudden change from the memory.

It had been a couple of weeks since that day, and since, Bakugou had wormed his way into their lives almost seamlessly. There when Izuku needed, the three of them had fallen into a routine so well maintained, he almost couldn’t remember how they’d managed before him.

If he were a pious man, Izuku might think Bakugou was sent by some higher power as a bit of a guardian angel.

That being said, he wasn’t, and Bakugou was far from angelic, but the sentiment still stood.

After a minute of introspection set to the tune of his alarm, Izuku finally rolls over, giving it a hearty smack and silencing it. Letting his hand lazily fall from the plastic clock, his eyes widen as he sees the bright numbers before him as they proudly proclaim that it was 9:01am.

It’s the latest he’s slept since entering the academy.

The loud creak of his door swinging open shatters his questioning thoughts as to how his alarm was changed as he turns quickly to face the doorway.

Standing at the entrance, Eri holds a tray as a look of concentration twists across her features.

“Eri?” Izuku says, making a move to get up and help her only to be stopped by her disapproving look.

Settling back against his pillows, he watches as Eri moves ever so slowly, waddling toward his bedside with her eyebrows furrowed.

Izuku watches, noting that her hair is pulled back in a low braid, and she’s wearing her favorite yellow dress.

Finally making it to his nightstand, Eri sets the tray on his nightstand with a smile.

“There!” She says cheerfully, fixing her toothy grin on him as she folds her hands behind her back. Looking at the tray, Izuku sees a small stack of pancakes, scrambled eggs, two thick slices of bacon, and a steaming cup of black coffee. The loud gargle of his stomach rocks through the room at the sight.

“This looks amazing, Eri!” Izuku says, watching as her grin grows impossibly wide.  “Did you do this all by yourself?”

“Nope, you always say no cooking without help!” She says proudly.

“I did,” he replies with a nod, reaching toward the coffee mug, curiosity burning through him. “So who helped you out? Grandma?”

Shaking her head, Eri’s eyes brighten as she rocks back on her heels.

“Kacchan helped!” She exclaims loudly before reaching into her dress pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. Izuku can practically see her excitement thrumming through her as she holds it out to him. Taking it carefully, he sips at his coffee. The burn of it on his tongue and down his throat masks the sudden flip in his chest as he reads the childish handwriting.

Daddy Izuku,

Please be ready by 10 for surprises!

Love, Eri

“Surprises, huh?” He asks, mouth tilting with a grin as Eri nods and claps.

“Yep! So be there or be square!” She giggles before turning on her heel and running out of the room, leaving Izuku alone with his breakfast, the note, and his heart in his throat. It beats a steady rhythm as his eye traces over the light bleed of color at the corner of the page. Using his thumb to flip the folded paper open, he turns it over to the back.  

Marker colors the back of the page, turning it bright. Gaze following the bold lines, he takes in the figures that were him and Eri, drawn in a far steadier hand than Eri’s own. Beside them, added in by Eri herself, is a blonde stick figure with pointed hair and Bakugou’s trademark scowl.

Stomach going light, Izuku puts down his coffee and note, careful to make sure the paper avoids any of the food on the tray as he eyes the clock. With just under an hour to finish and get ready, Izuku makes quick work of the meal, barely registering the delicious taste over his wandering thoughts that kept meandering down the stairs.

Finishing up, Izuku pushes himself out of bed and quickly covers the space between his bed and his dresser. Grabbing clothes and moving to the bathroom, Izuku makes quick work of brushing his teeth and shaving.

After pulling on a pair of dark jeans and a light blue henley, Izuku fluffs his hair in a small attempt to tame it.

Finally allowing himself to look in the mirror for a final look over, he’s met by someone who looks like a near stranger. If it wasn’t for the all too familiar twist of his wild green curls, he wouldn’t have believed that the person in the reflection with the too bright eyes was him.

Admonishing himself silently for the pink that stretches across his cheeks and makes his freckles stand starker against his skin, Izuku leaves the bathroom and heads downstairs.

The soft hush of voices greets him about halfway down, causing him to move slower, more quietly, as he makes it to the bottom and turns into the kitchen’s entryway.

Bakugou is knelt in front of Eri, dressed in his usual style of dark fitted shirt, jeans, and black and orange sneakers. It doesn’t quite coordinate with what she’s wearing, but they still look like a matching pair as Eri stares up at him in awe.

Izuku watches, swallowing down his laugh as she nod along with a very serious look on her face.

“Got it, shortstack?” Izuku hears Bakugou say.

“Aye, aye, Kacchan!” Eri replies with a small salute. Bakugou’s mouth twists, almost as if he’s biting at the corner of his mouth to stop his smile from going too wide as he drops a hand on her head.

“Good,” he says, giving her head a small pat as to not disturb her hair. Izuku feels his heart flip unceremoniously in his chest at the gesture. The mid morning sun gilds the kitchen, touching the duo with gold. It seems to catch in Bakugou’s hair, turning it lighter, and making his eyes glow.

Golden and ruby, he looks near indescribable.

His heart stutters again as Bakugou looks up.

“As expected of a nerd, 10am, right on the dot,” he says, pushing upward to stand and fixing him with that wicked smile that seems to cut straight through his chest.

Heat rolls around inside his ribcage, razing his insides as he unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

“Yeah,” Izuku replies lamely, kicking himself for the way his voice croaks. Clearing it loudly and trying his best to ignore the way Bakugou’s eyebrow twitches upward, he continues, “so, what’s my surprise?”

Smile going sharper, Bakugou turns to Eri, giving her a small nod. Returning the gesture, she steps closer to Izuku, holding her hand out to him.

“C’mon, Daddy Izuku!” She says happily. “We’ll show you!”

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[ao3feed-tododeku]

Kill Me, with Kisses on My Mouth

kill me, with kisses on my mouth by cyanlana

It's incredible how the ability to fight villains in life-threatening situations of every shape, size, and color, without a moment's hesitation, came seamlessly, but this— is somehow different. ——— Izu wants her girlfriend's attention, that's all. Really.

Words: 1885, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Genderbending, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Pro Heroes, Aged-Up Character(s), Kissing, Implied Sexual Content, Not actually explicit but teen rating isnt enough lol, Jealousy, just a little, Female Midoriya Izuku, Female Todoroki Shouto

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/22310830

[vicehectic]

Vongola Vigilantes (5/?)

Based on this post I made a while ago, or you know, just this:

“…instead of Class 1-A and the Vongola 10th gen being the same age, the Vongola are a long established vigilante group that’s a pain in police’s and villain’s sides (most heroes either have neutral opinions or quietly agree with the Vongola) while Izuku loves them and is their number one fanboy.”

Parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / ?

Also on AO3

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“That was such a drag,” a voice complains, words muffled as the speaker talks into the couch he is lying in, “Did I really have to shadow those kids for two whole days just to figure them out?”

“Romeo,” a gentle, yet stern, voice prompts, “the information?”

Romeo lifts his head and stares into the orange painted mask, trying to decipher the expression behind it by just looking into his leader’s eyes. He rolls his eyes and lifts himself up into a sitting position, one arm slung over the leather couch and the other reaching up to the back of his ear. He uses a dull fingernail to gently peel off the corner of a sticker that had seamlessly melded to his skin and pulls it off with a grunt. “Here,” he says as he holds it out between his pointer finger and thumb, “It should all be there.”

A hand ruffles his dark spikes and Romeo slaps the hand away with a scowl. Giotto has the gall to just chuckle and move on, “G, if you will?” The gloved hands hold out the small object to the silver haired man. G silently takes the object and places it on the large table with a screen at the center of the room. Immediately the screen comes to life and the beginnings of a hologram appear in the space above the table. G’s ring clad hands type against the table and images and words manifest before their very eyes.  

“Kufufu, now why were you so interested in these ducklings little Vongola?” Daemon slyly asks as he slides out of the shadows of the room to drape his arm against Giotto’s waist.

Giotto barely bats an eye as G raises a glock to Daemon’s head in warning, even as G still types with the other hand, speaking over the amused chuckle Daemon lets out as Daemon wisely pulls away from him, “My intuition was speaking to me.” Giotto head tilts, “You know what happens when I ignore it.”

“I think it’s interesting enough that Eraser didn’t expel any of ‘em,” Asari says good-naturedly, “He’s got a funny reputation y’know.”

“Well there is that,” Giotto agrees with a nod, raising a hand to scroll through the information as soon as G takes a step back, “With the information Spade gathered, we should know more than enough about these kids.”

Daemon lets out a low whistle, watching Giotto go through the faces without mercy - only taking a quick glance before continuing on, “Wasn’t that Endeavor’s youngest? Are you sure your intuition isn’t hinting that we take the little Todoroki for our own?”

Giotto stops his movements, the hologram stopped at a masked teen, and turns his head back to Daemon for a silent moment before turning back.  

Daemon chuckles at the reaction but knows better than to speak up again.  

“Extreme! He wants to be a hero even though he gets stomach aches from using his quirk!” Knuckle shouts excitedly as he stares at a blonde student smiling frivolously at the camera in his picture.

G scoffs, crossing his arms as he stands at the table’s terminal, “It’s foolish what it is. He’s going to get him or someone else killed if he continues like this.”

“Though,” Spade interrupts as she walks closer to the table, “he has a support weapon that allows him to control his quirk better. You never know.”

G glares at Spade, as Knuckle shouts in excitement about an extreme hero-to-be, for setting the white-haired man off as the final member of the room finally speaks.

“We’re here because you’re interested in an herbivore, omnivore,” Alaude growls as he steps forward, standing on his own side of the table, “Identify them.”

Just as Giotto gets to the end of the list of students he stops and blows the profile up.

“This is him?” Asari asks, his voice losing the humor it usually has.

At Giotto’s nod, Daemon snickers as he comments, “He’s rather scrawny for his age, isn’t he?”

“No.” Heads turn to Knuckle at his serious tone, watching as his eyes scan over the teen in the picture, “The oversized clothes hides it extremely well but there’s strength behind him.” Knuckle’s eyes shine with quiet excitement, “He’s worked hard to get to the point he’s at.”

“He’s right,” Spade agrees, her fingers playing idly with the end of her braid, “He’s the boy who destroyed the zero-pointer robot at the entrance exam with a single move.”

For a moment, the remaining members of the room are impressed.

“If I remember correctly, he’s also the kid that destroyed both his legs and an arm doing that,” Romeo calls out from his spot on the couch, his head bent backwards over the back of the couch so his Adam’s apple is on full display, “He also broke his pointer finger the first day I was watching them and got completely battered by his so-called childhood friend the next.”

Daemon, Knuckle, and Asari burst out into their own unique laughs as Giotto silently reads over the profile.

“Midoriya Izuku,” G reads quietly, “Living with his mother alone because his father works overseas… fifteen years old… that’s strange. It says here he only recently registered his quirk.”

Spade leans forward to read the information better, “Do you think he’s a late-bloomer?”

Giotto immediately shakes his head at her question but doesn’t say a word to explain himself.

“Omnivore, is this herbivore going to evolve one day?”

Giotto takes in the oddly phrased question that leaves Alaude’s mouth before turning and meeting Alaude’s gaze dead on.

“Yes.”

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@blackiewashere said: @dekatsu I think they would make a good hero duo. But like. They are the kind of people who can understand what the other is thinking about without saying anything. In Canon there have been a few moments like these between the both. -Others they’re just oblivious but anyways- Yeah, If they were to go to battle, it would be cool to see how great would they non-verbally work

@blackiewashere said: In one of the new episodes, katsuki called out to izuku when he saw he was in a “thinking mode” That makes me think they could recognize each others internal intentions or vibes things alike, if they are feeling bad or who knows. Like. Remember had scene when katsuki called the class B “extras” when they be the infeont of their class? IzukU said something like “that’s kacchan in neutral mode” So I guess that up to some extent they can pick up details from each other

I love that you pointed this out and bought this up again.

Throughout the story, Izuku is the only one who has a certain level of tolerance towards Katsuki's attitude and who looks into his actions and words, and doesn't just take them as brazen declarations. Remember Katsuki pledging that he would win the school tournament and only Izuku immediately picked up that he wasn't just being his usual self, but that he was dead serious?

Katsuki, too, picks up on Izuku's actions and words. He's the only one who saw through Izuku's mood after the All Might vs OfA fight and who noted Izuku's crazy advancement with his quirk. While others obviously took notice of Izuku's growth, only Katsuki understood the full rate of his growth!

He, unlike Izuku, wasn't open for Izuku, up until deku vs kacchan 2 though. He literally pushed Izuku away as much as possible because of the misunderstandings. Therefore, Izuku obviously has a better understanding of him, than he has of Izuku. But now that that's out of the way, I'm hoping for great things. (Also we see the story from Izuku's pov, who thought Katsuki was disgusted by him, so we might not see all.)

Anyway, their understanding of each other goes back to their history together! They have each been a fixed character in the other's life. Over the years they had to notice how the other thinks, acts and even when the other is acting different. Izuku probably picked up more from Katsuki, just because he looked up to him and wanted to be like him.

"What would Kacchan do?" Just this line that Izuku used, shows us that he's obviously paid a lot of attention, enough to take a guess, definitely enough to communicate a plan without words and seamlessly work with the plan Katsuki's created.

Katsuki, even if he refused it up until dvk2, knows Izuku's habits as well, just because they shared time. Notebooks, mumbling, hero worship. Just look at deku vs kacchan 2 itself: "Don't give him time to think."

We see them from age 4 to age 15/16 and that's at least 11 years of knowledge on the other, which cannot be erased.

They might never have talked about emotions but actions are easier to understand and at one point, you will just know why someone keeps acting in a certain way, just because you saw it over the years.

So yes, Katsuki and Izuku have the potential to be an amazing team because over the years they gained a certain understanding of each other. I am looking forward to their future.

Thank you for sharing what you noticed with me! I love these little glimpses we get of their shared past so much! We only have a few but it's enough to show that they have known each other the longest! A constant reminder!

[whichie]

Class Ghost, Ch. 4

summary:

Shouto roams the halls of UA as a ghost, lost to who he was before and how he got to be who he is now.

Izuku feels like there's something missing from his life at UA, and he doesn't know what. But this ghost boy looks awfully familiar, and it's just not in him to let a poor soul wander forever without figuring out who murdered him first.

Together, they thwart bad guys and somehow fall in love along the way.

(the ghost/murder mystery au that nobody asked for)

a/n: sorry it was such a long wait for this, but its twice the size of any of the last chapters, so i guess it evens out? THE BAKUGOU LINE IN THIS WAS FROM THE LOVELY MIND OF @dreamingoftheblackvoid SHE’S SUCH A GREAT HELP IN THE PLANNING PROCESS OF THIS FIC THANKS SO MUCH okay enjoy this chapter

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chapter 1

Shouto was currently lying under a tree in one of UA’s quieter areas, and as he looked through the bare branches, he reveled in the fact that he could feel the wind on his face. He didn't realize how numbing being invisible was until he carded his fingers through the grass below him and felt the blades slide across his palm. It was the middle of the day, and with the sun warm on his face, he felt like falling asleep for the first time since he can remember. It was very odd to go from never tiring, to laying down and immediately wanting sleep. It was sort of relaxing, in a way he never knew it could be, and the soft breeze lulled him into a doze that set his mind wandering to yesterday.

Who would have thought he could have revealed himself sooner if he just stopped to think about it for a bit. He's sure he could have come to that conclusion eventually, but he's grateful he had Izuku there with him. He was wholly unprepared for the onslaught of images that flashed before his eyes at the sight of his left eye covered in a huge burn. Some of the images were fine, the flash of an angry gaze, the burn of used muscles, an echo of a laugh. The others were much, much worse. He felt panicked and frightened as he felt the phantom touch of fists hitting his body, the horrified eyes of a woman, a ringing in his ears that he thinks was a child’s agonized screaming.

Shouto was sure he would have been stuck in that trance for forever, witnessing things that sent fear down his spine, if Izuku’s light laugh hadn't snapped him out of it. He had blinked through the haze to see Izuku doubled over and clutching Shouto’s hand where it still lay in his grasp.

After what he just saw, it felt good to tease Izuku about the laughing in order to bring back the lighthearted atmosphere. And if he also enjoyed the embarrassed flush that appeared on Izuku’s face at the accusation, then that’s just a bonus.

Shouto was just considering getting up and finding a more comfortable place to sleep when pure panic coursed through his veins. The shock of one moment feeling relaxed and peaceful, and the next feeling like someone was murdering him left his body not only feeling like it's being chopped up into little tiny pieces, but also like someone was draining a core piece of himself out of his soul. It was so jarring that all he could do was tense up on the ground, which left his concentration scattered. He went back to being invisible, and unlike the outside world, that failed to numb the sensation of pain lacing his body.

Then he heard a voice screaming somewhere far away, it sounded furious and frustrated. And he thought it was a student for a moment before he recognized it as the disembodied voice he usually hears. Everything made much more sense now that he understood what what going on, and that let him take back enough control to stand up and stagger towards a place he could wait this out in comfort, like he usually does.

But before he could get very far, he heard the loud crash of something metal hitting a hard surface, and he looked around for what it could have been. When he found nothing, he guessed it was coming from the same place the voice was coming from. It was a strange occurrence, only because he never hears anything other than the voices.

The shouting got louder and louder, muddying his thoughts until it was the only thing he could focus on. He distantly registered falling to his knees in the grass, before that was wiped from his mind with what now distinctly sounded like a man.

“....fuck!........don’t…..dare say….isn’t working…!”

The slightly unintelligible words weaved in and out, not allowing Shouto to make any sense of what was being said. The cascade of noise got even louder, until he could no longer remember where he was, who he was, and the unfamiliar scenery made him shoot to his feet and take off in a random direction. He found that no matter where he looked he was surrounded by walls that pressed in on him, fueling his panic and forcing him to enter a building to escape it. He darted down twisting corridors as fast as he could, until he was trapped by closed doors that he couldn't open because his hand went right through the knob. He forced himself to turn visible so that he can rip the doors open and sprint down another set of hallways, until he ran into a lone figure turning a corner, stopping him in his tracks and painfully lading in a heap on the floor.

“Shouto? Oh my god are you okay?” Shouto looked up to see Izuku’s green eyes looking worriedly back at him. It was grounding to see someone he knew, and he felt the fog that was covering his mind lift.

Shouto was breathing hard and shaking, but the last ten minutes were a blur that he can't remember. “What?”

“Are you okay?” Izuku repeated, “You looked like you were running from something.”

“I-I don’t know. I can't remember what it was.”

Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed even further, and he levered Shouto off the ground into a standing position. “Okay,” he said slowly, “Well, why don't you go rest for a bit. I was just going back to class after visiting Recovery Girl. Why don't you come with?”

“You went to see Recovery Girl?” Shouto asked. Looking over Izuku, he could see the remnants of scrapes and bruises, but thankfully no bandages could be seen. “Were you hurt?”

Izuku laughed as he stood up and dragged Shouto with him down the hall. “No. Honestly this is probably the first time I went to her for something other than broken bones.”

“Broken bones?” Shouto was shocked, he knew Izuku went to the nurse quite a lot from what he's been told, but he didn't know it was because of that.

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck at Shouto’s incredulous tone, and said, “Yeah, back then my quirk was a little out of control.”

An understatement if Shouto ever heard one, but he never got to reply because they were coming up to the classroom, and he had to turn invisible again. There was a loud wall of sound that erupted when Izuku walked in, and Shouto could see Uraraka, Iida, and Kirishima jump up from their seats to ask if Izuku was alright.

Shouto drifted off to his usual seat, and left Izuku to deal with his friends’ worries. He really was tired, now that he thought about it, and he was grateful to sit down and rest his head in his arms. The rest of his residual panic from earlier left him as he observed and listened to the conversations of everyone around him, but as content as he was now, he couldn't help but be unnerved at how he can't remember what got him in such a mood before. It was all hazy when he tried to think back on it, and he can't help but to imagine how long it would have gone on for if he hadn't run into Izuku.

He was thinking about this as he saw most of the class watching Uraraka float little animals Yaoyorozu created in the air to make them dance around, and he was struck with the thought that he didn't want to be a sideline observer anymore. He wanted to laugh along with them, he wanted them to see him and acknowledge him as one of their own. The feeling was startling in it's intensity, and he found himself standing up and walking to them before he even had time to think about it.

Taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves, he made himself visible to them, saying, “That's very impressive. I like it,” at the dancing animals, and they crashed to the floor from Uraraka’s surprise.

Everyone was looking at him now, and he didn't let himself regret it, because this was what he wanted. It was what he wanted, but he'd rather do with a little less yelling.

“Who the fuck—!”

“Did you guys see where he came from?”

“Where did he come from?”

“What the hell—!”

“Who are you?”

Really, he should have expected the yelling. This is class 1-A he’s dealing with.

Luckily, his saving grace came in the form of Izuku, waving his hands around placatingly, “Hey, this is the ghost, he’s friendly, and it’d be great if you would all calm down, maybe.” Then he turned his head to Shouto, giving him a What the fuck, a little warning please look.

Shouto only shrugged, it's not like he gave himself any warning either.

“I knew there was something going on when you asked me about the ghost!” Mina said victoriously. “How could you not tell us? I feel so betrayed.”

“What the fuck did you do, Deku?” Bakugou asked.

Shouto figured this was probably a good time to introduce himself before things get out of control. “I'm Shouto, it's nice to meet you all.”

There was a chorus of greetings that followed, and he doesn't know what he was afraid of before. Of course they’d take the presence of a ghost in stride, they've seen much weirder and much worse before.

The rest of the class was spent talking to Shouto, asking him questions that he regrets not being able to answer, but he was pleasantly surprised at how seamlessly they interacted with him. He felt more himself—whoever that may be—than he ever had in a long time. The newly discovered part of him wishes it could be like this all the time. He looked down at his rumpled UA uniform and wonders if there was a chance it could have been like this. Maybe in some other universe there was a Shouto that went to school here and became friends with these people like a normal person. He doesn't even know how to be a normal person, if he ever was one to begin with.

He had to have been, his existence doesn't make sense otherwise. He doesn't even want to contemplate any other reason.

He feels like he's living a half life, like someone who got a taste of freedom after being caged for so long. And even though he wasn't necessarily a prisoner before he met Izuku, it sure felt that way. Even now, as he sits with 1-A, he can feel the pain in his wrists and ankles like chains holding him down.

He doesn't want to be chained any more, and though finding out who he is wont make it go away, it’ll give him an identity. Something more than just a name and a uniform. Something tangible that proves he had a life before this.

When class was over and everyone went their separate ways, Shouto walked along side Izuku and Uraraka, taking in the feeling of being able to do that with people he considers friends, people who consider him a friend. “You know, Shouto, you look very familiar. Are you sure we never met before?” Uraraka asked.

“If you can't remember, then I have no chance of remembering.” Shouto replied.

He received a thoughtful hum from her, and Izuku took the opportunity to bring up something he’d been meaning to discuss with him. “I found out where the records room is.”

From Izuku’s right, Uraraka gave them both a confused glance. “Why would you need to know where the records room is? Are you doing something that will get you in trouble?”

Izuku was never a good liar, and so didn't even bother coming up with something to tell her. “Sort of? We think UA will have a student file for Shouto, and we plan to use that to figure out who he is. Was.”

“Well, don't let Iida find you. He’d stop you in your tracks and you know it.” Shouto vaguely remembers the way Iida would yell at Tokoyami for putting his feet on the desks, so he figures thats a good assumption for her to make. “So I’d love to help you out, thanks for asking.”

“Wait, what?”

“Think about it, you need a lookout in case someone’s coming, and another pair of eyes won't hurt.”

“You’d help us? Even if you might get in trouble?” Izuku sounded more amused than concerned at the prospect.

“Of course,” Uraraka said like it was obvious. It probably was. “What are friends for? And besides, I'm just as curious as either of you. Nothing like a good mystery to get your blood pumping, is what I always say.”

“You never say that,” Izuku pointed out.

“Hmm, I don't? Well I do now.”

Shouto interrupted them before the conversation could get any more off track, “So when do we plan to do this?”

“How about tonight? I don't see the point in waiting any longer.” Izuku said.

“I’m in,” Uraraka said excitedly, pumping her fist in the air excitedly. “This’ll be so much fun.”

Shouto paused for a moment to consider, and when he found that Izuku was right, he gave them both a small smile and said, “Sounds reasonable.”

It was a plan. A plan created by three teenagers who think they’re detectives, but a plan nonetheless. What could go wrong?

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It wasn't until 12:30pm that they left the dorms behind, wanting to make sure everyone was holed up in their rooms for the night. Even though it was the dead of winter, Shouto didn't feel the cold air on his skin because he decided it would be a good idea to go ahead of them both invisibly in order to scout the area for any teachers walking around. It was a good move on his part, because they almost ran into four teachers before making it to the room labeled Records.

Uraraka stayed by the door as their look out, as she suggested, one hand hovering over the light switch in case a teacher walked by. Izuku and Shouto walked into the dusty room, and they stopped in their tracks. The floor to ceiling shelves lining the walls stretched back ten feet, and the sheer amount of paper they needed to sift through didn't really sink in before then.

“It looks like the newer ones are more up front, so that should narrow our search by a lot,” Izuku said.

“A lot,” Shouto agreed, eyeing the many labeled shelves looming over them.

They started with the closest drawer to them, and went down the line. There was no better way of doing it other than looking at each file for the first name Shouto, and if they found one they would pull it out and look at the attached photo. Each time it happened, they were let down a little more, until Shouto stumbled across a thick file labeled Midoriya Izuku, and three more down the alphabet was a Todoroki Shouto.

Not very hopeful about the Todoroki file he found, Shouto set his sights on the other file in his hands, which happens to be alarmingly thick. “Izuku, do you have a delinquent past you're not telling me about?”

Izuku turned around at the question, “What are you—” he started to say, but when he saw what Shouto was talking about, his eyes widened and his face reddened. “Oh, uh, no. That-that’s filled with, uh, with nurses’ reports.” he was looking at the ground and rubbing his neck uncomfortably.

“Oh my—”

“Please don't.”

“Nurses’ reports?” Shouto asked incredulously, because there was no way that that was true, and with a quick scan through, yep, that seems to be exactly what the 3 inch thick folder was filled with.

“It wasn't that bad,” he protested, but Uraraka chimed in with, “You had to have reconstructive surgery on both your hands after your fight in the sports festival,” from the doorway.

“Maybe,” Izuku conceded, “but that was one time.”

“You completely shattered your bones.”

“Yeah, well it was worth it because… um...” Izuku scrunched his eyebrows in concentration, “Uh… I don't actually remember why,” he said, and seemed really put off by it. “Weird.”

Izuku went back to work at the other cabinet, still frowning, when Shouto decided to look in the Todoroki Shouto file, and what he found could have easily been overlooked if they weren't searching so intently. In place of what should have been a report of vaccinations and family contacts and the picture of the student, there stood nothing. The few small, shredded pieces of paper the only evidence there had even been something there in the first place. It looked as if someone was in a hurry to get the papers out, if the mangled brackets were any indication. “I think I found something,” Shouto said.

Izuku sat down next to him and peered over Shouto’s shoulder to see the empty file. “That’s strange,” he said, and ran his fingers over the bent metal. “Why wouldn't there be—oh, huh.”

“What is it?” Uraraka asked.

“There’s an empty folder for a kid named Todoroki.”

And the significance of the name must have been lost on Shouto, because Uraraka’s eyes widen, “You mean Todoroki Todoroki?”

“Yeah, that Todoroki.” Izuku confirmed.

“Who’s Todoroki?” Shouto asks, because he’s getting annoyed at being out of the loop.

“Oh right, I forgot you didn't know,” Izuku said, “We’re talking about Todoroki Enji. He’s the number two hero in the world, super famous, next only to All Might. We’re surprised because Todoroki is an uncommon name here, and as far as we know, Enji doesn't have any kids that go here.”

“Are you sure about that?” Shouto asked,

“Well, not really,” Uraraka said, “He's a very private person, and his kids don't show their faces often. For all we know, he totally could have a kid here.”

“I'm sure I would have heard of any kid of Endeavor’s good enough to go to UA. His weird one-sided rivalry with All Might would have made him talk all about it, if only to show off.”

Endeavor. Shouto vaguely recognizes that name, but he's been hanging around 1-A a lot, so he doesn't think much about it. But the unexplainable emotion that comes with it isn't something he normally feels. Something like resentment, hatred. He only feels this when he hears the voices, and the suddenness of it makes him jumpy. Like the man will start screaming again any second. “I think we should stop for tonight. It's getting late and we probably found a clue with this.” Shouto hold up the empty folder.

“We could keep going, maybe we’ll find something else,” Izuku said.

Uraraka yawns, proving Shouto’s point. “He’s right, I'm getting tired. We can always continue tomorrow.”

Sighing in defeat, Izuku casts one last look at the cabinets. “Okay, we’ll continue tomorrow,” he relents.

Shouto’s emotions were starting to boil over in an alarming way, and the Todoroki file felt like it was burning his hand, to where he had to look down to make sure it wasn't actually catching on fire. It wasn't, and he gratefully passed it on to Uraraka who tucked it under her arm. Though Shouto is probably the last person that wants to stop the search, he can't help but feel relieved when they finally leave the dusty room and looming shelves behind.