#yuuei critical

[sapphic-agent]

For how much Class 1B constantly outperforms Class 1A, not once has Super Genius Peincipal Nedzu ever adressed this with Aizawa.

You'd think someone as smart as him would see this glaring problem and pull Aizawa into a meeting to see what the hell is going on, but that's apparently asking too much.

Because Hori's gone so out of his way to paint Aizawa as a good teacher that having Nezdu acknowledge this fact would be retconning that.

You actually just brought this to my attention, but 1B outperforming 1A is supposed to pin blame entirely on the students. As much as 1A's failings aren't attributed to Aizawa, 1B's successes aren't attributed to Vlad King either. It's implied that it's the students and the students alone who make the difference, Aizawa and Vlad are often depicted as bystanders who simply observe and make comments here and there. They're not held responsible for their students' progress or lack thereof (Aizawa all but confirms this during the Sorts Festival).

And yeah, in case of the provisional licensing exam that's kind of true. All Bakugou had to do was not be a dick for like ten minutes. As awful of a teacher as Aizawa is, that is something he shouldn't have to teach especially considering that Bakugou's job at the time didn't require nearly as much effort as almost everyone else's.

(Todoroki's a little different as I've said before he only failed because Bakugou did and Hori couldn't have his golden boy be the only one to fail)

But the final exam is a completely different story. His decision to pair up Kaminari and Ashido was terrible. Neither one of them are very bright and they were going up against (possibly) the smartest creature on Earth. They were set up to fail. Why not pair one of them up with a classmate they could learn from and vice versa? Especially since that was the intent with pairing Izuku and Bakugou up, right? To have Bakugou learn from Izuku (and make Izuku do his job for him). Why did this only apply to them while almost all the other matchups were the complete opposite?

(Not to mention a lot of these issues could have easily been resolved earlier if Aizawa had just made the effort. Ashido and Kaminari can't think strategically? Give them exercises to help them. Yaoyorozu's struggling with self-esteem? Help her regain her confidence. Bakugou can't work with others? Attempt to rectify that instead of making it another student's problem to deal with. Instead he waited until an exam worth a good chunk of their grade)

We don't know how 1B was paired up, but I assume it was because Vlad saw their strengths and weaknesses and matched them accordingly while also taking the time to work with them beforehand. And that's why only one 1B student failed as opposed to 1A's five. Because Vlad took the time to improve them instead of just relying on kids being attacked by villains and logical ruses.

1B improves at a steadier rate because Vlad actually acts like a teacher and puts in the effort with them. Aizawa does neither

[faulty-writes]

[ Hello my dear followers and or fans. I present to you a Keigo piece, written for the Hawks Big Bang 2023. This was exceptionally fun to write, and I hope you all enjoy this piece. Hopefully, I'll come up with a few more ideas for some Keigo-based fan fics in the future. ]

[ As a support specialist, you were used to receiving attention, and it wasn’t just because you were the child of Endeavor, but you had your suspicions that might be why a certain winged hero liked you. Furthermore, it might explain why you were assigned to create his new feathers. Unfortunately, you run into a certain complication while trying to craft them. ]

It wasn’t easy being the child of Endeavor, the number one hero. When you think about your past, all you remember is how busy he was and how you constantly pleaded for his attention, especially when you came up with invention ideas.

Yes, your love of technology and keen sense of curiosity set you apart from the rest of your family. It was common for you to spend time in your room creating blueprints, drawings, or lists of the inventions you wished to create growing up.

On more than one occasion, you’d fall asleep at your desk with blueprints scattered underneath your sleeping head, half-made prototypes lying in front of you, and your hands still loosely gripping a screwdriver or wrench.

This made it difficult for your siblings to spend time with you and it was always a fight to get you out of your room and away from your passion. You recalled being dragged away by your caretaker with your nails scraping against the floor of your bedroom more than once.

But even this wasn’t enough to tear you away from your life’s purpose. The desire to change the world through your inventions led you to enroll at Yuuei, despite your father’s wishes, and though countless support manufacturing companies offered you positions after you graduated, you chose to start your own business.

Many thought this was impossible, but you knew that your inventions were unique and that potential customers would come to you for your customization abilities. The fact that you never said no to a challenge, no matter how difficult, was another characteristic that set you apart from other support item specialists.

In that aspect, you were sure you had inherited your stubborn nature from your father, but at least he had softened his attitude since Shoto had started attending Yuuei. However, despite your success, you have been unmotivated as of late and who could blame you?

Touya, your oldest brother who happened to be alive but turned into a villain, was responsible for attacking and critically injuring your father and youngest brother. You had originally thought focusing on your work would help you forget about him and the heavy overwhelming feelings that consumed you.

Clearly, you were mistaken. Your thoughts kept drifting back to the current events you were dealing with, causing your chest to ache so fiercely that you almost wished you had inherited your mother’s quirk so you could numb it and feel cold.

In any case, you didn’t inherit your mother’s quirk, at least not in the way you had hoped. Just like your father, you possessed a fire quirk and like your brother, Touya, the fire you produced was blue but…cold. Yes, you had some sort of cold flame ability, but it was nowhere near as powerful as the ice quirk your family possessed.

You weren’t as able to control your fire as Touya, Shoto, or even your father either. Although, like your older brother and sister, you didn’t use your quirk for anything practical outside of experimenting with some inventions that were powered by it.

You will always remember the first time you tried this new type of quirk-powered technology. You thought it was going to be a breakthrough, a new source of energy. Of course, you were still a support student at the time and that could have played into your naive nature.

Anyone in the support business knows that sometimes your inventions don’t go as planned and, in some cases, literally blow up in your face. This is what happened to you, instead of your quirk-powered invention doing as it was designed, it went haywire and blew up when you were within close range of it. 

As a result, your dominant hand’s thumb, index, and pinky fingers were severed and the Development Studio was off-limits for a couple of weeks while you adjusted to living with seven functional fingers. Unlike most rational-thinking individuals, you refused to have them reattached.

Rather, you saw this as an opportunity to make another version of your failed invention which is where the origin of your robotic fingers came in. Countless individuals chose to have certain body parts or limbs replaced with robotic ones and in that sense, you didn’t feel any different.

Of course, it had been tricky learning how to channel your quirk to your automated fingers and gauge just how much of your power you needed to make them work efficiently as you needed them to, but eventually, you mastered it.

Now only if you could master the ability to turn your feelings off, but you knew that was impossible. Even so, the latest project you had been given by the Winged Hero: Hawks could distract you for the time being.

Even though most would feel honored to create prosthetic feathers for the number two hero, you felt guilty knowing that those wings were burnt by your brother’s flames. Then again, maybe this was a way to help atone for his wrongdoings and this wasn’t the first time you had been assigned to craft something for Hawks.

He had been coming to you for several reasons since you graduated, and part of you thought it was because of your connection to Endeavor, who he was a big fan of. As time passed, you began to associate his unexpected visits with his desire to spend time with you.

The only problem was that you were too busy for him, and he often disregarded this. You leaned away from your work table to examine the blueprints you had created. “At least these feathers are pretty straightforward,” you tapped the end of your pencil against your lips being careful not to break it with your artificial fingers.

They were made up of three parts to give realistic joint movement, and these three parts gleamed the faintest blue color. The fingers were attached to a special device worn over your hand that looked like an ordinary compression glove but was made from a special type of metal.

As with your artificial fingers, it had a lining that glowed, and three circles across the top, and each circle was connected to one of the three mechanical fingers via a small wire. You paused when a soft vibrating sound filled the air causing you to look at the table.

You noted that the noise source was your phone. If there was one thing people should know about you, it was that you hated being interrupted when working. You sighed when you grabbed it and noticed a familiar number flashing across the screen.

“Bothering me already?” you muttered. You placed the device back down and grabbed your blueprints. “He can wait until I’m done with these,” it was standard for your customers to have your number, but you noticed Keigo had a bad habit of calling you whenever he pleased, and you didn’t have time for that.

You couldn’t even imagine how he had time for that, especially in his current state. He couldn’t even speak and needed a voice assistance device. Of course, it was only temporary and most likely given to him in the rush of everything else that was going on.

Still, you couldn’t help but think you could have made him something better. But it was time to forget about that. You glanced over the table which was currently cluttered with scraps of metal and beaten-to-death-looking tools.

“Let’s see…” you leaned over to the bulletin board that was hanging on the wall directly in front of said table and proceeded to hang the blueprint up. It was good to have a reference to look at when you were creating, although you were the type to tweak things here and there along the way.

Luckily, it never resulted in anything catastrophic. “There,” you leaned back, placing your hands on your hips and smiling proudly. “Now it’s my favorite time of the day,” you pulled your work stool out from under the table and sat down, pulling up the sleeves of your hoodie.

Well, okay. It was Natsuo’s hoodie, and you might have stolen it out of his closet without permission. But he had a million more and as much as you hated to admit it, the simple piece of clothing did bring some comfort.

You cracked your knuckles before leaning over to grab your work computer that was resting against one of the legs of the table and opened it. A few clicks sounded and seconds passed before a building program popped up on the screen.

Yes, even support item specialists used building or modeling software, and if you wanted to create prosthetics, feather prosthetics at that, you had to build a 3D structure that you could work with. However, unlike when you crafted things by hand, certain programs used to create more specific support items needed to be precise.

This also meant you had to spend hours and hours perfecting each little detail based on the hand-drawn blueprints you created before moving on. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get so caught up in your work that you drowned out the world around you. Noises such as your phone vibrating were deaf to your ears.

“Mm…” Keigo frowned, shrugging his shoulders. His yellow-golden eyes were fixed on his phone screen. Since he couldn’t talk right now, he wasn’t sure why he was calling you. However, his concern was heightened with every attempted call as they all went to your voicemail.

Tsunagu, more widely known as “Best Jeanist” noticed the distressed state the younger hero was in. He narrowed his eyes and approached, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. As expected, Keigo glanced up at him. “Perhaps it’s best you leave them be,” he suggested.

While he would normally support a fellow hero and their pursuits, he didn’t think it wise Keigo continue bothering you. It was evident that Endeavor was still recovering from his physical injuries, and his family was suffering emotionally now.

Keigo blinked and refocused his attention back on his phone, seeming to disregard the elder man’s words. He closed his eyes and after a few seconds, looked at Tsunagu again. His thumb quickly glided over the screen of his phone, and he typed out the message, “I need to check on them.”

Tsunagu sighed, pressing his hand against his forehead. He had his suspicions as to why Keigo wanted to see you, and it wasn’t just because you were assigned to create his new feathers. He didn’t want to see a fellow hero go down the dead-end path of romance.

At the same time, he knew far too well that he could not tell another adult, much less another hero what to do and in that sense, he could not rightfully refuse Keigo’s request. “Very well,” he replied, trying his best not to sigh and turning to walk to his car.

“Finally!” you leaned back, grinning at the 3D model of a prosthetic feather on the screen. “Now all that’s left is to print it,” you dragged the mouse over to the ‘File’ button and scrolled down. You were about to click ‘Print’ when you heard something.

“Hm?” your head turned to look at a small monitor nestled in the corner of the room, it was activated by a motion camera and much like a phone notification, it chimed when someone approached. You narrowed your eyes when you noticed the individual standing in front of the door.

His ash-blond feathery hair caught your attention first, followed by the medical bandages that were wrapped around his head but still exposed his face. The next thing was the respirator mask he wore, and the black button-up shirt he had on.

In his right hand, he was holding a small device which you assumed was his phone. The only thing that was missing was what you were currently working on, those beautiful bright red feathers that made up his wings. “What the?” your eyebrow twitched, and you clenched your jaw, immediately feeling annoyed by his presence.

‘What is he doing here!?’ you thought, balling your trembling hands into fists. ‘Well, I’m going to find out!’ With that, you stood from your seat and marched over to the door just as a few knocks sounded. You roughly pulled the door open, ignoring how it smacked against the wall.

You glared at the injured hero. “What do you want?” you demanded, crossing your arms. Yes, most wouldn’t be rude to pro heroes especially when they were as injured as Keigo. But, in your defense, he should know better than to bother you while you are working.

He stared at you, and you weren’t sure if he was in shock or disbelief over your words. “You ignored my texts” he replied. You furrowed your brow. “Texts?” you repeated. With a pointed artificial finger, you said, “You didn’t text me!”

You expected him to make a smart remark, but silence followed, and his attention was focused on your finger. In response to the glowing blue finger, his body stiffened and memories of the flames that had stolen his wings and voice came flooding back to him.

You noticed the blue-hued reflection of your finger in his eyes but quickly turned to march back to your work table and snatched your phone off it. After unlocking the device, you looked to see…you were wrong. There were several text messages from him and a few missed calls, but you weren’t sure if all of them were from him.

“Told you,” a robotic voice said. “Ah!” you jumped and turned around, swinging your fist at him. Even in his weakened state, he was quick enough to block you. “Whoa there,” his facial expression softened as if he had enjoyed the fact, you almost punched him. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” you rolled your eyes, looking back at your phone.

Part of you was curious to see what Keigo’s text messages said while another was annoyed that you were wasting your time, you had work to do! You clenched your jaw, lowering your phone before snapping, “Why are you always bothering me!?” Keigo leaned back, his eyes widening.

You could only imagine the shocked or disbelieving expression that was hidden underneath that respirator mask. He blinked once or twice before typing into his phone, “I wanted to see you today.” Well, that didn’t answer your question.

You sighed, placing your hand against your head and being careful not to let your hair get stuck in the small spaces of your robotic extremities. Keigo stood there, his eyes shifting ever so slightly as he absorbed each detail of you.

Even though he could see Endeavor’s anger and stubbornness in you, it was more charming, even cute coming from you. Yet, it was still hard for him to accept that you were the child of his favorite hero. “Look,” he immediately shifted his gaze to your face when you spoke.

“Your feathers aren’t finished yet, and you’re distracting me, so leave now!” you demanded, pointing to the door. You turned your back to him. “Jeez…” you muttered, slamming your phone back onto the table. You couldn’t fathom why he had wanted to see you, since you didn’t see yourself as interesting.

In addition, your life was consumed with work. There was always something to be done. Day in and day out, inventing, fixing, and creating. It was a miracle you even had time for your own family, let alone others. Keigo frowned, although he knew this was how you’d react.

He assumed Endeavor taught you to keep to yourself and to keep everyone at arm’s length. But that only made him question what were you trying to hide or was it that you were afraid of what would happen if you let someone in? He understood how that felt, given his neglectful and abusive childhood scars.

There was a part of him that wondered if life had led him to you only to remind him that he was nothing more than a villain in disguise and that his effort to dirty his hands to keep yours clean was all for nothing since he could never reach you no matter how hard he tried.

He curled his free hand into a fist, hearing the gentle cracking of his knuckles. But heroes and villains had one thing in common: they never gave up. So, damn the world because he’d keep trying, and with everything going to hell in a handbasket, now was the ideal moment to capture your heart and fuck the consequences.

His eyes lingered on you, once again taking in every detail. Although he was struck with curiosity when he noticed the hoodie you were wearing, it looked a bit too large for you and he swore he had caught a musky scent earlier that contrasted your typical fruity but spicy fragrance.

His suspicions were heightened and frankly, he didn’t like the fact that you were wearing another man’s clothing. He intended to disregard your wish, not that he would abide by it anyway, and he anticipated how you would react when he leaned forward, pressing himself against your back.

“What the-” You tensed up and lifted your arm, fully intent on elbowing him in the stomach, but once again he was too fast for you. The sound of his phone hitting the table echoed through the room. “Hey!” he grabbed your left wrist and pinned it against the table.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” you demanded, feeling him pin your right hand against the table as well. It was a tad odd to feel the cool metal touch of your artificial fingers against his. Part of him wondered if you missed the sensation of being able to feel or touch.

After all, even you couldn’t invent something that brought back the nerves that were taken away after that incident years ago. Yes, he knew about it, and he was still at a loss for why you didn’t choose to simply reattach your fingers.

Then again, there was a chance that even if you did, they’d hold no or very little feeling at all. But flesh or not, nothing was going to stop him from tightening his grip and enjoying how his fingers fit perfectly between yours.

When he rested his chin on your shoulder, you tensed up in response. He tried to get a glimpse of your face before he moved your wrist closer to his phone and used the bottom of his palm to keep it pinned against the table while his fingers typed out another message.

“Whose hoodie are you wearing?” The question threw you off and you looked dumbfounded before knitting your eyebrows and the sound of your growling filled the air. “Why do you care?” you replied, glaring at him from over your shoulder.

An expression of distant longing filled his eyes, and he offered no words in response to your question. “Huh?” you froze when he released his hold on you and stepped away. Although he knew it was dangerous, he didn’t care since he had nothing left to hold back.

The moment you saw him reach up to remove his mask, your eyes widened. “Wait!” you cried out, grabbing his hand to force it away from his face. “What are you doing? Are you crazy!? You need to keep your mask on!” you exclaimed, almost hating yourself for showing that you cared about him.

Your words were met with silence, and his eyes remained with that distant look as if he didn’t comprehend what he was doing or what you were saying. Although your robotic fingers might be digging into his flesh and causing him discomfort, you tightened your grip.

After a moment, however, you took a deep breath and dropped your hand. “Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. He almost hated the frown you wore, but he knew you needed to hear his voice even if it physically pained him to speak.

“Do what you want!” you yelled, latching onto your lip, feeling embarrassed that you had let your emotions slip. Yes, maybe you did care about Keigo, a little, but he didn’t need to know that! He lowered his eyebrows and resumed removing his mask. “Mm…” you glanced back at him, dropping your arms instantly.

Your eyes widened and your mouth hung agape. The left side of his face was marked by a jagged scar, which ran down to the side of his neck. It was red and in the process of healing. You wondered if it still required treatment, but his hardy and struggling breathing distracted you from any further thoughts.

“You…wearing another man’s…clothing,” his voice was barely audible, “makes me jealous.” Your eyes began to water at the sight of the damage left on his skin and at the sound of his vocal cords straining to speak. Stepping closer, you said “I-It’s Natsuo’s hoodie,” and cursed yourself for trembling when you spoke.

“Mm...” his eyes narrowed as if he were debating whether you were telling the truth or not. “Is…is that what you really care about right now!?” you growled. “You are so…” you wanted to call him stupid, an idiot even. Instead, you swallowed and looked at him, with a few stray tears running down your cheeks.

Your hand came to rest on the side of his injured cheek, and you almost wished you didn’t have these damned metal fingers so you could properly brush your thumb over his skin. Your compression glove’s cool metal texture made him recoil and at the same time, a sense of sadness filled him.

He would have much preferred to feel the touch of your warm palm, of course, then you wouldn’t have the use of a thumb period. “Did Touya really do this to you?” he frowned at your question and reached up, clasping the side of your face. It was apparent that your tears were now streaming over his hand and down his wrist.

Although most tears felt warm, yours were cold and left faint red lines on his skin. He quickly assumed this was because your quirk was cold enough to burn and partly wondered if your tears would leave a kiss of frostbite or at the very least, leave his skin feeling cold for a while. Not that it mattered.

He almost wanted to laugh, because unlike your brother, who shared that his tear ducts were burned, yours seemed to work just fine. Seeing a hero in such a fragile state, one that everyone looked up to, was always hard to accept.

But this was reality, and he didn’t fear showing you his weaker side, he just wished you’d do the same. Although you were already going through a lot emotionally, he felt a tiny bit guilty that he was only adding to it. At the same time, he felt hopeful that he was getting closer and closer to tearing down your walls today.

As he cradled your face in his hands, he gently moved his thumbs, collecting your chilly teardrops and wiping them away. You latched onto your lip, feeling your heart speed up at the caring and gentle gesture he was performing.

You were typically someone who bottled up their feelings and if you had to cry, you usually did it in private as you believed it was a sign of weakness. But it seemed that you and Keigo were both weak and needed to lean on one another for the time being.

The answer to your earlier question was obvious, and frankly, you didn’t know why you had even asked it in the first place. “Damn it…” you hissed under your breath and tried to turn your head, but Keigo refused to allow you to look away from him.

His noisy and raspy breathing made you cringe, and you hoped that he wouldn’t collapse. Your eyes closed and you pressed your teeth together, you couldn’t take any more drama. A soft hitch of breath came when Keigo stepped closer and pressed his forehead against yours.

Tears continued to trickle out of your eyes, possibly a sign of all the emotions you had been holding back until now. Silence filled the space between you, apart from the man’s continued breathing and it was only in this moment that you noticed the unfamiliar heat coursing through your cheeks.

As he cautiously stepped closer, his hands slipped down to your shoulders, drawing his breath against your face and you felt the warmth of his lips so dangerously close to yours. “I’m...not a good...guy,” he said, struggling with his words once again.

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You lowered your hand from his face, how could he say that? Yes, you were aware of what he had done. Your brother had told Japan that the Winged Hero: Hawks had murdered Twice, the villain.

However, you knew from your own experience that heroes aren’t always heroic. Your father was a prime example of that, but as of recently, he aimed to improve himself, despite the hatred the world now held for heroes. You could only assume that Keigo was following in his footsteps.

His hands brushed over yours and he took them in his grasp, holding them to his lips. As he kissed each one of your knuckles, he closed his eyes, taking another breath. “You…make me…feel like one.” Tingles ran through your body, and when he opened his eyes again it felt like those golden orbs were staring directly into your soul.

Yet, you felt comfortable for a moment. As if all the troubles you felt were suddenly lifted. Your eyelids lowered and you squeezed his hands, almost unconsciously pressing yourself against him. The tiniest smile came to your face, and Keigo’s eyes softened when he returned that smile. It was good to see you in this state.

Maybe now he could…he paused, releasing your hands and instead, wrapped his arms around you. His fingers almost possessively dug into your back, and he leaned forward. A soft coo escaped him as he carefully nuzzled against your neck making you tremble in response.

It was hard to tell if you were shocked by the way he embraced you or by the bird-like noise he made. Of course, you should have expected it given his quirk. Your hands remained at your sides, and you thought, ‘Should I hug him back?’

You were never one to express your affection physically, but it seemed the two of you were already past that. “Mm...” you hesitantly slipped your arms beneath Keigo’s, allowing your fingertips to graze along his back while remaining conscious of not harming him with your robotic fingers.

Your eyebrows knitted as you felt two distinct bumps on his shoulder blades and quickly realized they were the remains of his wings. ‘Oh right...his wings…’ you thought bitterly, glancing to the side. ‘I should be working on his damn feathers, what am I doing!?’

Despite your rational thoughts, your body didn’t listen. ‘Why…why can’t I move away?’ Was it because this felt nice? His body was warm and comforting despite being bruised, beaten, and fragile. Your eyes began to water again, and you tightened your embrace.

Your fingers, or at least the flesh and blood ones, were trembling. As soon as he noticed this, he drew back but kept his arms around you. He noticed your watery eyes first, followed by your frown and overall look of hurt across your face.

He wanted to ask what was wrong, but words were useless. Maybe he should show you that everything was okay or as okay as he could make it at this time. Pulling back his hand, he lightly grasped your chin and grazed his thumb along your bottom lip. The moment he leaned forward, your heart pounded faster.

What was going on? Was he going to…and why did you want to? Your eyelids lowered, and your lips parted, prepared to feel the warmth of his against them. However, the door opened right as your mouths touched, and both of you froze. Then a familiar voice came, “Y/n?” 

You instantly pushed your hands against Keigo’s chest and glanced past him to see your father. What was he doing here, shouldn’t he be in the hospital!? Well, unless he got discharged. But if that were the case, then Fuyumi should have informed you. Then again, you weren’t exactly paying attention to your phone today.

You expected him to react with anger, but instead, he frowned and lowered his eyebrows, confused at what he was seeing and why Keigo was so close to his child. “Apologies,” Tsunagu’s voice came and seconds later you watched him squeeze past your father.

“I attempted to explain to Endeavor that you were currently engaged in conversation with Y/n, but it appears he favored disrupting regardless.” Well...in addition to ignoring your phone, you realized that if someone was preoccupying your attention, you also ignored the chime of your motion camera. Lovely. “However, they are his child and I believe we have interrupted Todoroki family matters enough,” he was somewhat concerned as to why Keigo hadn’t turned around yet. But knowing the young hero, he was more than likely attentively listening to and acknowledging the two men now present in the room.

In addition, due to his years of conditioning as a hero, it was also likely he was continuing to shield you because he wanted to make sure you and everything else were safe. Enji glared at Tsunagu before shaking his head and looking back at you and Keigo.

Though he didn’t say a word when he walked over, his eyes burned with an intimidating gaze that made you tremble. “Uh...hi Dad?” you awkwardly said and, with some regret, stepped away from Keigo. Without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away.

You were surprised that he said and did nothing given the fact that in the past he had no trouble laying his hands on Keigo and threatening to turn him into fried chicken. Maybe double-fried chicken in this case. You shifted your gaze to Tsunagu as you passed by, and he merely shrugged.

“Mm…” your cheeks were flushed, and Enji loosened his grip on your wrist when the two of you got closer to the door and instead, took a secure grip on your hand. As he yanked it forward, three distinct snaps echoed through the room.

You paused, realizing that he had unintentionally taken your artificial fingers off, but luckily that was part of their design. It enabled you to replace whichever finger you wanted or fix them if necessary. He paused and looked to see three metal appendages now in his palm. His eyes widened, and he looked back at you.

“Shouldn’t have pulled that hard,” you said, holding your hand up. The metal compression glove remained, but the three wires that connected to your fingers were hanging against it. Judging by your father’s frown, it was difficult for him to see just two flesh and blood fingers because it reminded him of his shameful past.

After losing your fingers, he should have been stricter with you and consulted you about what you needed to do. He curled his hand into a fist and grabbed your wrist with his opposite. “Let’s go,” he finally dragged you past the door, leaving the two fellow heroes behind. 

Upon hearing Keigo fumble with his respiratory mask, Tsunagu asked, “Is this what you meant when you said you needed to check on them?” Keigo ignored his words and grabbed his phone from the table, briefly glancing at your computer which was left open.

He noted the odd program you had displayed on the screen and the strange feather-like image on it. He turned to Tsunagu, “They’ll be back later,” he typed out. “Endeavor wouldn’t distract them for long, after all, they’re obsessed with their work,” he noted before walking past the fellow hero.

“We need to make sure to lock the door, I don’t want Y/n’s possessions to get stolen,” he paused in the doorway, focusing his gaze on a black vehicle pulling away from the building in a hurry. It was safe to assume that it belonged to Endeavor.

Your hands curled in your lap when your father finally got you into the car, though it was a tad odd to see the three stumps where your fingers used to be. “Hi Y/n,” Fuyumi greeted but only received your glare in response.

It must take a lot out of her mental health to have to force herself to remain optimistic over everything she does, and part of you hated her constant positivity even when there was none to be found. You shifted your gaze to Natsuo, who, like your father, had a temper.

But he was at least honest with you and expressed his opinions without remorse. He saw the truth in everything and accepted it no matter how hard. Shoto seemed to be missing, but you presumed that his injuries would take more time to heal and further presumed that your mother was with him.

“Mm…” you turned to Enji, holding out your opposite hand and he hesitantly handed you the metal fingers. After clicking each one into place and ensuring they worked properly and that the wires were firmly reattached, you muttered, “Thanks” and looked out the window.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t annoyed that you were once again being distracted from your work. Enji frowned, staring at the back of your head, and contemplating his next words. “Stay away from Hawks,” you looked at him in disbelief.

However, your reaction was not surprising to him, and he remained with a stern expression and crossed arms. “What?” you hissed out, your eyebrows slanted, and your teeth bared as if ready to pounce on him like a hungry animal after its prey.

“Wait…” Fuyumi said, her voice full of concern. “Hawks visited you?” she frowned and pressed a hand against her chest. ‘That must be why Dad was so upset,’ like your father, she was unphased by your glare and her facial expression reflected her concern and loving nature.

She cared about this family as hellish as it was and wanted nothing more than to take care of her younger siblings, especially in the absence of your mother. Granted she decided to come back into the picture quite recently, which was yet another emotional toll you had to deal with.

Like Shoto, you kept a distance from your older siblings, and no matter how hard they tried to connect with you, there never seemed to be anything in common between you and them. You preferred to stay indoors and often refused to play with them growing up.

This, of course, was a result of your passion for support items which drove you to confine yourself to your room where you spent hours creating, fixing, or making blueprints of inventions. You paused and glared at her again, was she really asking such a dumb question?

You turned to Enji. “He’s not that bad you know. After everything he’s been through because of Touy-” a deep growl rumbled from his throat. “I know very well what happened,” he remarked, anger seeping from his words.

Guess he didn’t want to be reminded of the awful deeds his own flesh and blood committed. Natsuo sighed, pressing the tips of his fingers together. He felt hopeless that he couldn’t do anything about Touya. He glanced at you, crossing his arms before pressing his back into his seat.

“Lay off Y/n,” he demanded, now glaring at your father. “It’s not their fault that Touya ended up the way he did,” he noted, ignoring Fuyumi’s hand on his shoulder. “Don’t say that Natsuo,” she urged in a quiet whisper, why she always felt like defending your father was unknown.

You sighed, glancing out the window again. “What did he want?” Natsuo asked, catching your attention. “Hm?” you responded, not fully catching his question. “What did he want?” he repeated, slightly annoyed. You knitted your eyebrows and huffed. “Nothing,” you replied nonchalantly.

Natsuo narrowed his eyes, with the way you were dragged out the door, he didn’t buy it. Before he could inquire anything further, Enji said, “So it was Hawks who initiated it then.” You stared at him silently as you pressed your lips together.

He narrowed his eyes, returning your stare. “I’ll have to have a chat with him later,” he stated, it wasn’t in his interest for Keigo to have a romantic relationship with his child. “What?” you replied before pressing your hands against the empty space between you and Enji.

“No, you won’t! Nothing happened between us, he was just…” Your words faded into the air, and your eyes shifted back and forth. “Just what?” Enji asked, daring you to complete your sentence. “W-why does it matter?” you replied, knowing you were acting like a love-sick teenager.

As you stared out the window yet again, you took notice of the clouds passing by. “Y/n,” Enji snarled possessively. You sighed. “What?” you asked, glancing at his reflection in the glass of the window. He was wearing a frown, and his eyes held a hurt expression.

“I want to protect all of you,” he stated, once again attempting to show his softer side. You heard Natsuo huff in response while Fuyumi remained quiet. You lifted your hand to brush the cool metal tips of your artificial fingers against your lips, ignoring the blue-tinted hue that reflected off the window.

You recalled the feeling of Keigo’s breath against them and the faint butterfly kiss of his mouth against yours. ‘What would have happened if Dad didn’t interrupt us?’ You weren’t sure if you wanted to know, but one thing was clear.

“You can’t protect someone else’s heart,” you replied, your voice soft but audible. That hurt expression on his face deepened, but you didn’t bother turning your head or looking at his reflection any longer. Instead, you were more concerned over the realization that maybe, just maybe you liked Keigo after all.

[mydisasteracademia]

I spend a lot of time harping on the disappointing and frustrating aspects of MHA, so I'd like to change gears and talk about some specific positives for me:

- Ida, Todoroki, and Izuku's friendship during and post Stain Arc. The way those three stuck together was just awesome, and we got the legitimately funny 'Hand Crusher' moment.

- Eri being 100% ride or die for Izuku. I'm not a fan of Eri (specifically her writing), but seeing her going so hard for Izuku in the light novels were the ONLY bearable moments for me.

- Kota becoming an Izuku fanboy and apologizing for how he acted towards him, specifically how he ran up to hug Izuku after the Dark Izuku Arc.

- All Might and Inko owning up to their mistakes and working to make up for them.

- The audience legitimately cheering for Sero after his match with Todoroki during the Sports Festival, seeing as how unfairly matched up they were.

- The OFA vestiges (for the most part) being genuinely kind and helpful towards Izuku, gently encouraging him to rest and not push himself during the Dark Izuku Arc

- Dark Shadow absolutely loving Izuku and being so gentle with him during 1A vs Izuku 🥺

- Aizawa FINALLY realizing how unfair and awful he'd been towards Izuku during the PLF War, specifically after hearing Izuku stand up for him

- AFO in Kamino Ward was badass. Enough said.

- Dadmight and Izuku. No other words needed.

- Ida comforting and reassuring Izuku that he'd always be there to help him during 1A vs Izuku.

- Endeavor actually realizing how awful he was towards his family, and Natsuo and Shoto being more or less allowed to feel conflicted/resentful of him.

Those are all very nice moments, I do have to say. I agree wholeheartedly with all of them.

Adding to that list, I love how the girls support each other. It’s such a good group dynamic and I love that despite their differences they all look out for each other and their friendship is strong.

I may criticize the plotline as a whole, but I do like that instead of turning on the Yuuei traitor they understood the traitor’s situation and promised to help the traitor with their issues. It was honestly really heartwarming.

I love Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima’s adorkable friendship. They’re all so goofy together!

I love seeing Kirishima and Tetsutetsu’s bonding moment during the Sports Festival. Kiri definitely needed another friend and branching the gap between the (at the time) nebulous 1-B and our 1-A was really nice. (Plus the separated at birth theory makes me laugh. Too many coincidences! Get the string board!)

Eri SMILING and finally acting like a kid during 1-A’s musical number at the Culture Festival and making Mirio cry? That hit me right in the feels.

Speaking of Mirio, I love his friendship with Midoriya. He is the exact kind of friend he needed and he’s so goofy he makes me smile whenever we see him. The Big Three are honestly one of the better parts of the Academia part of the manga/anime.

This is a bit of a petty moment, but I’m petty and it makes me laugh: Overhaul’s whole cameo in the Lady Nagant arc. I personally despise him so seeing him so disheveled and bewildered all of the time gives me joy.

I LOVED Shuichi/Spinner’s loyalty/friendship with Shigaraki. He is such a ride or die friend and it made me smile every time he mentioned how much he was willing to do just to save him. It reminds me of how dedicated Iida/Todoroki were to save Midoriya from himself and it hits home that they’re effective foils of each other.

And of course, Uraraka and Midoriya’s bond is one of my favorite parts. Not only are they both super cute/adorkable, but they care about each other SO MUCH and it HEALS me to see them showing that.

There’s just so much good and while it frustrates me a lot due to the wasted potential I just can’t hate it, y’know? Not when there’s so many good parts to come back to.

[epickiya722]

Okay, I've been thinking about the next upcoming episode and Uraraka's speech and whatnot. Went back and reread those chapters and well...

I really don't know how to explain it so I'm just gonna ramble here.

I do understand why the civilians got antsy about Midoriya staying at Yuuei. Everything is chaotic, the villains are after him, everyone is suffering from trauma, all that.

So why couldn't he stay somewhere else that's safe for him?

Then I thought about it.

This is Midoriya we're talking about.

If he stayed anywhere else he would not get the rest he needed. Uraraka was right to point out that it is Yuuei is his academy, his place. It's where he met real friends, where he starts to build that confidence within himself, where he learns, Yuuei has became his hero origin place.

If Midoriya, who is a stubborn kid mind you, was sheltered somewhere else he wouldn't even stay there for a whole day. Maybe two days at the most!

The one thing he does needs the most is to be surrounded by the people who cares for him. He needed to be at a place of comfort with the people who also provide him that support. The only way he would have stayed at a shelter that isn't Yuuei is everyone he needs goes with him. But how fair would that be for the class? His mom even?

Look, scared as the civilians are, these are also the same people who can't seem to recognize that they're all in this circle of gray and that despite what they may think, they're just in fault as the heroes and villains. They're not saints.

They worship heroes and bash villains, forgetting they're human just like them and the moment a hero or a villain show that they are capable of having feelings, make a mistake or being vulnerable, the civilians get an attitude and critical.

So if Class A wants their classmate, A CHILD TOO, to be at Yuuei, they can open their eyes and realize that the kid is suffering, too and move aside.

Like he wasn't out there risking himself.

Also, I considered this.

It is evident that Midoriya is a big piece to defeating the villains.

He was out there (Dark Deku Arc) protecting people and during that time Shigaraki and AFO didn't come out of hiding, right?

Worse case scenario, what if Midoriya was still out there and they attacked Yuuei?

Those who are caught up with the manga know that Midoriya not being where he's supposed to be is B-A-D.

Could you imagine how even more disastrous that would have been if the villains attacked at this time? (Pre-Final War)

It would be a domino effect so catastrophic...!

Midoriya would definitely be A LOT WORSE. He's already tired, depressed, angry, dirty, hungry... The last thing he would need is more guilt to pile up on him.

Imagine though if Midoriya actually needing to rest at Yuuei was foreshadowing later that he was going to get separated during the Final War... ha... yeah... unintentionally or not... I know that feeling...

Now, I doubt anyone would ask, but if you want my opinion on how Uraraka's speech is written... I don't have one. Not bad, not good. It's just one of those moments in this storyline that makes me think more on "what if situations" and not on criticizing how a storyline is written. Especially when it's still ongoing.

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

Its funny when Bakugou stans claim that his haters and critics don't like him only because of the bullying and suicide dare. As if he hasn't given us more reasons to dislike him after entering Yuuei along with how hes handled by both Horikoshi and his own fandom. We have reasons beyond his original sins.

Exactly this. A lot of people aren’t “stuck on chapter one”. They have a problem with how his story’s told and how the narrative coddles him. They don’t like how he’s written, how he’s unrealistic, and how he actively ruins other characters. Characters have done worse than him, but guess what, they end up being fan favorites BECAUSE of their development. Katsuki has none of that except popularity.

[h1roshima]

BNHA Headcanons - Shiketsu Highschool's Educational System.

The Yuuei of the West.

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To note, from the very limited amount of information we got in both the anime and manga and from this author's goldfish like memory, There'll be some hypothetical liberties. Sources for further envisions will be linked at various of intervals where it'll be registered as those with quotation marks.

Segments/Divisions : Location, Appearance, Classes/Department, Conduct, Discipline, Rules, Support System.

「 Introduction ~ ! 」

Location.

• From what little this author here knows, the school is situated at the west area of Japan, not very specific, but we could go on a limb and say that it'll be around the Hyogo Prefecture, from the urban zone where schools are usually placed for convenience sake. Spread out far enough from the Shizuoka Prefecture where Yuuei is located.

Appearance.

• Considering that Shiketsu is fairly reminiscent of a militaristic and police like academy with their conduct, it'll be kinda fun to assume it would look like the "Metropolitan Police Academy in Tokyo", with a hint of a more dark aesthetic. Larger in scale of course, comparable to that of Yuuei's main school with it's own yard as well with subdivisions of buildings separated from the main school.

Classes/Department.

• Organized into accordance with "Japan's own system", from HS 1 to 3, classes are from 1-1, or grade 10th - classroom 1. 1—1 and 1—2, 1—3 are the heroics division, then classes from 1—4, 1—5, 1—6, are the maintenance division that delves more into the logistics and support items of heroes. Classes 1—7, 1—8, 1—9, 1—10, 1—11, fall under traditional education division, that of management and those that didn't have a good enough score at their entrance exam to enroll at the heroics division.

The Heroics Division, The Maintenance Division, and The Traditional Education Division.

The strict teaching system extends out from all of the departments, The Maintenance Division specializing their teachings into, well, support, but has a general guide to what The Hero Division works, and that includes The Traditional Education Division.

All of these units must have learn of what they have been taught, a balanced workflow where all students are expected to know the minimum basics of military-ish or police force defensive tactics and critical observation skills, including first aid at their first year.

Second year expands and specializes the division that they are in, and the third year does the same.

It is a fierce and competitive environment where it is most vaguely familiar that of a military camp, from how the students uphold themselves in the episodes they were shown with, a sense of pride from both inside of themselves and the school.

Conduct.

• The Shiketsu's students seem to uphold themselves in a form of pride for their own and the school they represent, upholding their image, controlling and conducting their methods in mind with the school, it of course can vary how they show it, but all students, from the small sample we got from the anime/manga, is that they have a sense of honor in regards to that like of soldiers.

Discipline.

• A important reminder before reading this section, author here presumed that the Shiketsu HS is here to mold effective fighters, not necessarily popular ones. Another distinction from Yuuei, where they hosts a sports festival every year to the whole nation, showcasing the freshman's quirks and undeniably get recognized. Already building up a reputation from the get—go.

Obviously, Shiketsu students will also be undoubtedly recognized, but less on the scale where the entire country watches Yuuei. And that the mindset of being efficient, capable heroes in training.

They will be trained to have controlled behaviors, a sense of order to their own individual personalities where they could use it to their advantage and the disadvantages that come with.

And the order where they are already standing at attention, much like police cadets.

Rules.

• Most of the rules fall in line with Japan's own structural system, being that of a regular code with a slightly more liberating freedom to their students.. besides initiating a romantic relationship with another of course.

Support System.

• One of the mandatory policies in place in the HS is that students and higher—ups alike can get/have remedial therapy from the school's counselors, sessions and schedules ranging from quirk instability and remedies, born mental illness and physical disorders that align with how their quirk works, to even traumatic cases. And the choices of licensed and known psychiatrists of simply being okay if their first session didn't work out, people are vastly different and understands that, and they could always pick another that they feel more comfortable with.

Even with training and their hardening mindset, they are simply still students, and it is the school's responsibility for their wellbeing. Because the HS also values mental health, where your physical health must be in tandem with your mental one, a reasonable means.

To fully knowing and controlling your emotions in combat is one of the most ingrained lessons in fighting, from how easily volatile a quirk battle could get. A rational mindset while out in the battlefield, thinking as if it was just a subconscious movement that didn't need processing, it is only logical for the school to bring out awareness to the students that could seek stability for them.

And the usual recreational events highschools hold, just on a much more competitive and unsentimental scale compared to others.

A/N : Shiketsu HS needs more love !! 🙏🙏 And brain rot bc bnha never explores that much into their world, like?? Deadass there are so many interesting plot points and details and yet they don't go deep into it?? A silly rant right there, ignore this post, it's just for my delirious worldbuilding idea head getting through!!

[deusvervewrites]

The 2 fics that come to my mind are "The Density of Fog" by ive_been_losing_sleep which has Shirakumo Izuku adopted by the Bakugou's after Oboro's death cause Inko couldn't handle another Hero son, and "Yuuei Survival Guide" by LowlyWriter, which has Izuku see ghosts and Inko just can't deal. Though now that I think about it, yeah most just have her give up with no real explaination other than "angst". I think I was separating bashing with character assassination which is where I got confused.

There's generally a large overlap between Bashing and Character Assassination. Bashing is when you exaggerate or invent flaws in a character. I think it was Pocketrambler who described it as, "Being Stain Critical is pointing out that he's full of shit. Stain Bashing is making him homophobic," or something like that

[bakgos]

@pontevoix​ said : please don’t go from u know whomst  | send “PLEASE DON’T GO” to hold my muse while they die. | no longer accepting.

          KATSUKI’S ALWAYS DESPISED HOSPITALS. the lights were always too blinding & caused headaches if you looked at them for even a second too long. they always smelled of bodily fluids or an especially strong cleaning solution , or sometimes both. there’s a stigma surrounding hospitals that breeds truth to the saying those who go in , usually don’t come out. katsuki’s used that phrase a number of times when having to be admitted to a hospital , before he enrolled in yuuei , & was granted the blessing of recovery girl , who’s quirk made most civilian heavy hospitals seem like a child’s medical play set. 

          katsuki has every right to hate hospitals as much as he does. 

          the first time he coded , mitsuki was asleep. it was the only ounce of any rest she’d claimed , a mere 30 minutes after sleep evaded her for days. she’d been on watchful duty of katsuki’s physical state , troubling herself with debating an intrusive thought of a lawsuit against yuuei for her son’s critical condition now that they were in the aftermath of that horrific war. a war that her son never should have been front runner on ⎯⎯ she understands the path he’s on , the road he’s chosen to walk , but if this was the cost? she’d sooner sign her own life away instead. the doctors & nurses were able to shock him back into stable numbers , but this was already too much. 

          katsuki’s memory is foggy when he finally awakens. the migraine that wracks through his head forces a groan from between chapped lips & in an instant , mitsuki’s at his side. spiky blonde crown barely shifts against the pillow as he goes to meet her gaze & his chest instantly tightens. god , she looks exhausted. he can tell it’s worse than her normal insomniac episodes , because her bags have bags have bags & her skin isn’t nearly as dewy as it normally is ( he ponders on telling her that ⎯⎯ wonders if she’d gift him a little bit of her old self ). 

          ‘ you look like shit. ‘ katsuki’s voice is hoarse & barely above a whisper , but he’s cognizant & coherent , & that’s more than mitsuki could ask for. 

          ‘ so do you. ‘ she returns & there’s finally a familiar warmth that blossoms between them. when her hand reaches down into the bed to grip unto katsuki’s , he delivers her a tiny squeeze & for the first time in a duration longer than he can recall , he thinks he smiles at her , just the smallest bit. 

          they talk together for what feels like hours. by the time the first half hour hit , masaru had returned with a nurse to check up on katsuki’s vitals & he was cleared with good numbers. katsuki can read the expression upon his mother’s visage clear as day & before she can even conceptualize what she wanted to say in her head , katsuki’s already a step ahead of her. 

          ‘ don’t even fuckin’ start with me , ma. . s’not happenin’. i know , a’right? ⎯⎯ i get it . . what happened to me doesn’t change a thing. i’m still gonna become the top hero , got it? ‘ in his heart , he doesn’t want to believe that she would ask him to set forth towards another dream , so he nips any potential wavering in the bud. he doesn’t HAVE another dream. he doesn’t have any other goals for a career , for the livelihood he wants to thrive off of , there is no other choice for katsuki to make. he is the lion - hearted boy who puts his everything into being a hero. there has never been room for doubt in his mind & even now , as he rests beside his worrying parents stationed next to his hospital bed , there isn’t a single iota of desire to change what he’s been working so hard to gain. 

          but then , his mind goes blank. flashes between light & darkness steal the reigns of his vision & katsuki’s entire body convulses like a man possessed , foam bubbling at the slit of his lips. mitsuki jumps from her chair , crying out for nurses & doctors to come back , to HELP HER SON , SOMETHING’S WRONG! within seconds , bodies are flying around katsuki’s bedside , a defibrillator charged & ready for action set next to his still trembling frame. loud beeps & whirls from the machine scream about katsuki’s fading life & once masaru tears mitsuki away from her boy , a doctor administers a shock to katsuki’s chest. 

          CLEAR.

          no change. higher voltage. 

          CLEAR. 

          no change , try again. 

          CLEAR.

          nothing. the cacophony of warning signs descend into a single , harsh grim reaper’s note. there’s no other sound in the room for a long moment. not until mitsuki nearly climbs into bed with katsuki , collects half of his listless body in her arms & sobs out a ‘ please , don’t go. don’t go , baby , don’t go , don’t do this to me , please , baby , please ⎯⎯ ‘

          her sobs paint the room into a cumulative sorrow. masaru shakes by the bedside , knuckles pale by the vice grip upon the railing , droplets soaking the floor beneath him. a couple of nurses join them in their tears. the doctor glances to the nearest nurse & with a heavy voice , says , ‘ bakugo , katsuki. time of death : 6:17pm. ‘

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Be Careful of Who's Watching

Be Careful Of Who's Watching by Bitch Boi The Third

I can't fit the proper summary in here, so I'll give you a run down. Midoriya is homeless, the HPSC sucks ass, and let's not forget that he's quirkless and still gets into Yuuei. I'll update the tags as I go along, so, ya know, go read the summary. Leave some constructive criticism if ya got it.

Words: 1435, Chapters: 1/?, 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: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Toga Himiko, Shouji Mezou

Relationships: Hatsume Mei/Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Feral Midoriya Izuku, Feral Shinsou Hitoshi, Feral Hatsume Mei, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Vigilante Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Vigilante Toga Himiko, Anti-Hero Midoriya Izuku, Protective Class 1-A, Genius Midoriya Izuku, Mentor Nedzu, Quirk Discrimination, Quirkless People with Extra Toe Joints Wear Custom Sneakers | Red Shoe Theory, Quirkless Discrimination, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, One For All Quirk is Revealed, Dead Midoriya Inko, Dead Midoriya Hisashi, Not Beta Read, no beta we die like my mental health, Class 1-A Needs Therapy

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40171473

[kiribakuhappiness]

Hello, I just wanted to ask what you think of bnha in general. I myself enjoy the anime but it’s not near my top10 honestly there are to many things that annoy me. But what’s your opinion on like characters, plot, worldbuilding. Are there any other shows you really like and could recommend.

This ask is from literal ages ago (like... maybe all the way back when I first started this blog) and I didn't answer it then because, to be honest, I wasn't really informed enough on the topic to have an opinion that I felt comfortable enough sharing with you all. But as I was scrolling through my inbox today, I stumbled across this question again, and I thought that it might be nice to get some of my thoughts on the series out there in the open.

Because of the inherent nature of this question; please remember that everything stated below is of my own opinion, which I am allowed to have, just as you are allowed to have yours, and that I respect your opinions just as much as I hope that you will respect mine. And that spoilers will probably be mentioned.

So. What do I think of BNHA? This is such a loaded question and, well... get ready for a rambling mess of an answer.

Do I think that BNHA is fantastic, and amazing, and the best piece of media to have ever been produced? No. Of course not.

But quite frankly, as with most creative work, it was never really supposed to be. Not every piece of fiction can be the best thing ever made. Sometimes, a story is just that. A story. It has a very clear message to deliver; a beginning, a middle, and an end. Everything else included is just extra padding.

I believe that BNHA as a whole, especially in the fandom space, has become something drastically different than what the series itself had originally set out to be (which I think is where A LOT of the criticism for it comes from, honestly). It's a cast full of varying kinds of characters that a wide general audience can connect with, whether it's teenagers/young adults identifying with the young hero's-in-training at Yuuei High, or even with the various LOV members, or perhaps the more mature fans who are empathizing with the Pro Heroes and the teachers who are around the same age as them. There seems to be something for just about everybody, which is why I think the series has become so popular.

Fandom space thrives on creative freedom. Having such a large ensemble cast provides just that for the audience to grab hold of and take off running with. Much like how Harry Potter captivated an entire generation; there's extensive world-building, a new made-up location to explore and constantly add onto, and so much room to make it whatever you want it to be.

The BNHA fandom really wanted it to be a playing field for romance.

Romance between students who are just figuring out what crushes and first love is, romance between teachers who are battling with the existential crisis of becoming true ADULTS and figuring themselves out, forbidden love between heroes and villains, and the hardcore found family tropes within the LOV fandom space. And that's fine - it's great even! I love romance (duh, look at my blog for like... two seconds), and wholesome affection, and all of the other good stuff that comes from pairings and ships.

But BNHA itself is not about any of that stuff and, sometimes, I think that the fans forget that.

I think it's highly subjective of course - as all things in the media are - but what BNHA is to ME is a classic look at the concept of the difference between GOOD and EVIL. Heroes and Villains, and what it truly means to be one or the other. And, to me, the answer to such a question is also just as subjective. I think what BNHA and what Horikoshi are working towards in the series is identifying that NOTHING is good, and NOTHING is evil.

Heroes are not inherently the good guys (prime example, among others, being Endeavor and his abuse towards his family despite being the Number 2, and eventual Number 1, Hero), and Villains are not inherently the bad guys (prime example, among others, being Shigaraki and his childhood, and the way that AfO manipulated him when he was in such a vulnerable, emotional state to twist his ideals around and make him into the jaded person that he currently is).

What do I think of BNHA? I think it's a fucking mess.

A good kind of mess, don't get me wrong, but a mess all the same.

And this isn't a critique or a negative review at all. I don't say that to be mean. I think life is really messy, especially when dealing with the types of traumatic themes that are present in BNHA (suicide, murder, abuse, bullying, unethical scientific experimentation, etc), and I think that was the whole point of the series. To show just how messy things can truly get.

All Might doesn't encourage a quirkless Midoriya to follow his dreams and become a hero. Bakugou is a hateful, jealous bully with a superiority/inferiority complex. Stain is a madman trying to justify his horrendous actions and make himself out to be some kind of righteous vigilante. Aoyama is a traitor to his friends. Midoriya wrote in his journal how much he would very much like to kill Bakugou.

Nobody is perfect, nobody is 'good', nobody is innocent, or pure, or 'worthy' of being a hero because HERO is a made-up title. A made-up profession. It doesn't fucking exist.

In fact, you could argue that most if not all of the characters in BNHA are irredeemable in their own way. And that's what I really like about the series.

But people want everything to be so simple. All Might is a HERO, a GOOD guy, and Shigaraki is a VILLAIN, a BAD guy. But All Might shows blatant favoritism, and makes reckless choices, and consistently puts his students (literal teenagers) in danger. Meanwhile, Shigaraki was just a helpless child who was cursed with a horrible quirk and has a tragic backstory full of abuse and painful loss. So now who is the bad guy? Now who is the good one? Now who are we meant to be rooting for? Nothing is ever that simple.

Midoriya strives to save people until he's overcome with rage and the lust for revenge. Tenya puts himself and his fellow classmates in danger because he wants to murder someone. Bakugou is so headstrong that he refuses to listen to any of the adults who are risking their lives to try and save him, and he ends up getting himself captured and needs to be rescued. Everyone is making mistakes left and right, everyone is constantly fighting with each other and amongst themselves, everyone's hands are bloody, and their prides are all bruised and broken, and their journeys are littered with shame and regret.

It's a mess. Because people are messy. Their emotions get the best of them, and their judgement frequently gets clouded, and the boxes that people want to stuff everyone inside of marked GOOD and marked EVIL don't fucking exist. No one is good ALL OF THE TIME. No one is evil ALL OF THE TIME. They are simply people who are trying to live; cosmic energy that collide and bump into each other, consciouses that are constantly evolving and changing and conflicting with each other.

What do I think of BNHA? I think some of the characters are underdeveloped, sure. Especially a lot of the female characters, don't get me wrong. I think the writing can be a bit wordy and lengthy at times - some of the monologues could have been cut down, some of the scenes a bit better executed, etc. There will always be critiques like this in a piece of fiction. "They should have expanded on this, they should have cut that out, they should have done better here, done more there, I would have written this differently." Blah, blah, blah. Everyone would have done it better. That's what everyone thinks.

But what I think, as a whole, is that BNHA is a commentary on people and society, and how messy it all can be. It's told through the lens of Heroes and Villains because that's an extreme example of our society, one that works very well in discussing this particular issue, and it's not the first show to do this. I think it's a series that is attempting to tackle a very complicated message and, quite frankly, I think it's doing a perfectly decent job at it. I think it does it leagues better than, say, Marvel does. Or that one show where Superman was like a corporate businessman or whatever the fuck was going on there.

People get so mad at BNHA and at Horikoshi. "The heroes are all horrible people! The teachers keep putting their students in danger! They're forcing them to be child soldiers! The villains deserve redemption because look at all of the sad stuff they've been through!"

Yeah. That's like, the whole point.

The point is that everyone keeps trying to find these lines to follow - what is good, what is evil, who deserves what, who doesn't deserve what - but what is generally overlooked, in my honest opinion, is the glaringly obvious; which is that people are messy, and that life is not always fair.

Not everyone was created equal.

You're right, most of the heroes fucking suck. Because they're just average, every-day people who are trying to do more than any singular person could ever possibly achieve on their own. They're putting themselves up on the top of these giant, golden pedestals that they can't possibly balance themselves on because average, every-day people are not perfect, and they make MISTAKES, and they do BAD THINGS, and they're not GOOD all the time. Doesn't that shake your confidence and make you reconsider what it means to be a hero? It should because that's the point.

You're right, high schoolers are constantly being put in dangerous situations where their lives are at risk and they're being forced to grow up too fast and do things they should never have to go through. Isn't that fucking terrifying?? To think about such young children who are being subjected to the fallout of the wars that are being created by the ones who have sworn to protect them? Doesn't that make you furious, and indignant, and enraged when you consider the fact that all of that same shit is happening DAILY out in the REAL WORLD? You should be. That's the point.

You're right, most of the villains have been thoroughly mistreated by society as a whole and is what led them to be the criminals and thieves and murderers that they are depicted as. Isn't that so fucking sad? That the abuse, and the trauma, and the heartlessness that arise all around us when everyone is too busy focusing on their own shit is prevalent enough and damaging enough to destroy an entire human being's life? "Someone else will help them, surely someone else will do the right thing, a HERO will come along and save them." But what happens when a hero never arrives? What happens when people turn their noses up and keep walking? Doesn't that just rip your heart right out of your chest? Doesn't that make you ANGRY? Don't you want JUSTICE? Good. You fucking should. That's the POINT.

I think what BNHA is and what people view BNHA as are two very different things, in most cases. Do I think it's perfect? No, absolutely not. But I also don't think that any piece of literature ever is. Do I think it's attempting to touch upon some really uncomfortable, negative topics that relate to the current state of the world, and that Horikoshi is trying to get people to see things from a different perspective that people are generally so very unwilling to notice because it's messy? Yes, I do.

And that's why I, personally, really like the series for what it is. I like how messy and complicated it is. I LOVE that everyone keeps fucking up. I FUCKING LOVE THAT SHIT. Mistake after mistake after fucking mistake.

I hope Bakugou stays just as feral right up until the very end, no matter what lessons he learns along the way and no matter how much the fandom wants him to change and become softer, and kinder, and gentler. I hope he stays fucking mean, dude. I hope Shigaraki destroys more cities. I hope he rampages and monologues to his broken heart's content and shows just how dangerous it can be when vulnerable people are manipulated by the wrong entities. I hope Dabi sets the Todoroki Estate on fire and watches it go up in flames. I hope he burns the entire world to the ground and that people continue to empathize with him because they too feel the same levels of frustration and hurt. I hope Toshinori and the other Pros continually prove time and time again just how deeply flawed the mentality of Heroes Are Good Guys / Villains are Bad Guys and There Is a Very Definite Line Between Them really is.

I hope BNHA stays inherently messy and confusing in its own right, and that there is no clean-cut, perfect, fairytale ending because life is not like that at all, and people are never that simple.

What do I think about BNHA? I think it's entertaining to follow along with, and I've enjoyed watching and reading it. I think I had a lot of fun at the sport's festival, and I think that a lot of the characters made me laugh, and I love the idea of quirks and supernatural powers. I really liked the summer training camp arc, and I thought that the provisional licensing exam was a really cool idea in terms of world-building. I think that Bakugou Katsuki is quite possibly my favorite character to have ever been written, and I think that Midoriya is the perfect lens to see all of the ugly chaos unfold from, and I think that there's a very nice balance between hope and happiness, and helplessness and despair.

Shigaraki's childhood was truly devastating. It was really hard for me to watch, if I'm being honest with you. I cried a lot. Even had to stop the episode for a bit when he shattered that poor dog to pieces. What a traumatic thing for such a young boy to experience. And Toga's strangeness resonates deeply with me in a way that makes me simultaneously relieved and also disturbed by myself. Eri's recovery process has been like savoring sweet candy - so innocent and pure. I adore watching her discover the magic of the holidays, and how attentive Aizawa-sensei has been in guiding her through the aftermath of her abuse. I love watching Kirishima's character growth, and how he morphs from being the insecure boy that he used to be in junior high to the manly, chivalrous hero that he is trying so desperately to become. He gives me hope that maybe one day I, too, can overcome my own insecurities and find the strength in my chest to believe wholeheartedly in myself and always do what I think is right.

I think that people are crazy, and that the world is kind of fucked up, and that life is random and full of ups-and-downs, but that doesn't mean that there still isn't kindness left to be experienced, and that there aren't still things left on this planet worth fighting for. And I think that BNHA reminds me of that, and that's the overall takeaway that I get from watching the series.

One day, if I should ever be so lucky, I would love to meet Horikoshi in person and speak with him as a fellow creative. I would love to hear more of his thoughts on all of these absurdly complicated topics that are depicted in his work. I feel like he's a very observant, empathetic human being who probably has so much more to say than what he was able to put into BNHA. It must be an incredible feeling to have been able to share a small part of himself with such a wide-spread audience all across the world, even if it did come with waves upon waves of backlash and criticism. Such is the risk that people take when they put their own thoughts and feelings under such a high-resolution microscope for millions to review.

Do I have any other recs to give you?

Well, currently I've been really enjoying Demon Slayer, as a vast majority of the population has. It's another piece of fiction that I think deals with quite a lot of the same topics that BNHA does. What is good, what is evil, who deserves redemption and who doesn't. But doesn't everyone deserve redemption, in some way, if they are willing to work for it? Isn't everyone's life treasured, and sacred? Doesn't everyone deserve kindness, and to be understood?

I don't generally like the main characters. It's a strange phenomena that I have discovered about myself. Main characters are always so predictable. They're supposed to be likeable, and they're supposed to always do the right thing, and they more likely than not will always make the right choices. It's quite boring, in my opinion. But I have very much come to enjoy Kamado Tanjiro. He's the first main character in a very long time who I have really learned to like following along with. I find his ability to forgive and the way that he handles the lives of the demons to be very admirable. He is a strong character who is filled with great light. The section that explored his soul made me feel a wide variety of emotions. He doesn't see the demons as monsters, but still as human beings; just as messy and complicated as his fellow slayers are.

Not to mention that the animation and aesthetics of the show itself are absolutely breathtaking. I'm captivated every single time I sit down to watch it. Major props to the animators and creatives who are working on it. I think they're doing a fantastic job.

I'm excited to continue watching, and to learn more as the story unfolds. I hear that the manga is even better than the anime, and I plan to order the volumes when I get the chance. However, since I have already started the anime, I think that I will carry through with it for a bit longer and pick up the manga in the future.

Other shows that I am slowly making my way through right now are Arcane, Sk8 Infinity, and Kiss Him Not Me.

[sapphic-agent]

Oh don't even get me started on how they handled Mic/UA traitor thing.

Present Mic was the only one with common sense to say not once, but TWICE that there was obviously a spy in their midst. How else did the League get All Might's schedule? How else did they know where the training camp was being held?

Instead of hearing him out, they immediately dismiss him and jump down his throat about "trustworthiness." Yeah, they turn UA into a boarding school in part to help centralize the investigation, but we nothing about it aside from a comment made by Nedzu and All Might.

Then, out of nowhere, Mic is proven right. He even says to 1A how they're the victims in all of this, and it's just brushed aside. I like Aoyama, I agree that he was dealt a horrible hand, but I liked seeing Hagakure and Ojiro angry at him. I think it's crazy how his intel is the reason they were put in direct danger so many times, and it's brushed aside with a, "you can still be a hero!" and "I'm not expelling you."

This is why we love Mic.

But in all seriousness, the UA traitor thing was a whole mess. Hori had Mic bring it up after the Training Camps, only to completely ignore it for the next 4 seasons. It's literally never brought up again in all that time. So many people were convinced that he wasn't doing anything with it because of this.

Having Mic bring this up and then doing nothing about it makes no sense, especially when Nezdu is supposedly the smartest creature on the planet. There's no way he a) wouldn't take Mic's suggestion into serious consideration and b) make all the students live in the school. If a student or faculty was the UA traitor, having them all live in one place would have just given them the access they needed to whatever they needed, be it Izuku/OFA, Bakugou, security codes, or anything else.

(And Aoyama basically proved that by being able to break into Izuku's room)

[ushiwakatrash]

On your knees, King!

Bakugou x reader, Todoroki x reader

Fantasy AU

!Warnings!: Swearing, betrayal, lil dash of angst, shitty writing

Synopsis:

Bakugou is the esteemed King of the Kingdom of Barbarians and because he succeeded in ruling the lands that were once governed by the Yuuei Kingdom, an offering must be made for the peace of the people. As the so-called ‘black sheep’ of the royal family, the King of Yuuei a.k.a. your father, offered you--naming you the most precious thing he could give; but you know the truth behind his words.

PART I

Part 2 →

“All hail the Barbarian king!”

Chants roared throughout the fallen kingdom as the last palace on the hunt list fell to the hands of the barbarians. The leader of their army, along with his trusted dragon, stood tall as they basked in their hard-earned victory. 

The dragon who could shapeshift into human form kneeled at the foot of his master. “At long last my king, Yuuei is ours. This glory is because of you.” 

“There, you are wrong, Kirishima. This victory is ours. TO THE BARBARIANS!” the king cheered. His soldiers followed suit with their own cheers of victory but in the castle of Yuuei, a family shuddered in fear.

Since the king couldn’t govern all of the kingdoms he had conquered all at once, he usually appointed the royal family to do it for him but one wrong move may cost their heads.

That fear was enough for the other kingdoms to pledge loyalty, knowing how the Barbarian king would definitely hang their heads on the palace gates if they ever displeased him.

The same feeling emanated in the walls of Yuuei. They knew of the new King’s ways and now they were the newest set of prisoners of the Barbarians. The king however needs a token, one of the most worth in the former king’s possession.

Other nations brought forth their best quality gold, finest jewels, the smoothest cloths of silk, but only this kingdom had a princess--and that was worth more than any of those other gifts combined.  

(Y/n) was called a weight on the family name by her own kin. She was far from what you would call an elegant lady. During the daytime you would see her sparring with the knights. Other times she would go hunting with her commoner friends.

She knew her way with swords and weapons. She is also very skilled with the bow. One of their best knights, Iida Tenya, taught her to wield these things even if it was against his will at first.

She was the princess of the people and all the commoners adored her. Her family on the other hand frowned upon her actions calling it ‘unfit for a lady and a princess’ but she could care less. 

Raw strength was not a problem for this princess and accompanied by her smarts, everyone looked up to her. The royal family could careless for their people but the heart of (Y/n) was just like that of a commoner.

She knew of their struggles and accepted criticism they had which earned her the respect of almost all of the people. She sometimes would sneak out of the castle to give food to those who have nothing on their plates or give medicine to the sick.

The only person who knew this was her childhood friend, Prince Shouto. They were introduced to each other when they were young as political marriages often happened between royal families; they were engaged.

And because their kingdom had also fallen in the hands of the great King Bakugou, their engagement had been called of because even if they remained in their respective palaces and continued to govern their own land, they were royals no more.

She lacked finesse and grace but she never lacked in heart and compassion. She was the only princess born in a royal family and because of her attitude and crass behavior, the King found her useless and an embarrassment.

 What other way to get rid of her than to give her as an offering? Surely she would refuse the offer so the king had to plan on how to break the news on his only daughter.

The queen refused to give her daughter away but if they did not comply, all three of their heads will be chopped off from their body. It was the only way to survive in their lost kingdom.

The only lucky thing that they could happen to have right now is that their daughter would be at the age to marry. She was.

-- 

The sun was out and the weather was nice--the perfect time to catch a wild boar. The town folks will surely enjoy the meals that could be made with it. She reached for the red tooth that was attached to a slim piece of rope wrapped around her neck and touched it for good luck before hunting.

When she was only starting to get into hunting as a young girl, she wandered off to the woods by herself. That’s when she met a blonde with piercing red eyes. At fist he was hostile towards her but after a few more visits, they became friends.

He taught her how to skillfully shoot a pigeon with a bow, and they would have that bird for lunch. He taught her how to climb trees and distinguish poisonous berries from edible ones. 

One time, after they had finish catching fishes in the river to roast, he shyly handed her the necklace, telling the princess that it was a price from defeating a beast of the forest. In her state of happiness, she tackled the young boy into the hug and unknown to her, it was the first time he had felt affection.

She had no idea what was going on in the palace. She was busy finding food for the poor families she had recently talked to. A knight from the castle rushed to her, scaring the animals away.

“Why would you make so much racket in the middle of our hunt?! This better new you have better be worthwhile or I’ll have you running laps around the town!” the princess complained. 

“I am truly sorry, your highness but his majesty has summoned you in the throne room right this instant so we better get a move on and not let the king wait.” the knight swiftly said.

-- 

“My daughter, I have some important news for you. For all of our sakes and for our people’s sake, you are to be given as the token of our loyalty to the Barbarians.” the king stated with no emotions.

You scoffed at this. “Why me? You have tons of gold and brilliant stones! I do not get why it must be me that is given. How about what I want?! How about my say in all of this?!” 

“You will obey your father whether you like it or not! For once be useful to this family you ungrateful child! You will be given to King Bakugou and you will be taken as his wife. Resistance is futile because I have already sent the signed papers” the king stated, more aggressively this time.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Is my freedom and happiness too much to ask from you? A loveless marriage for the sake of who, yourselves?! I doubt this is for the sake of the people. I’d rather die!” her voice started to shake.

“You will do no such thing as to kill yourself. Your wedding to King Bakugou is absolute and I will hear no further complains. Please my loyal men, escort the princess out of here.” 

“You fucking old man! Mark my words I will come back for you, not in joy, but to have you punished!” She screeched. 

--

The night was quiet for the sulking princess and no other thing could lift her spirits up other than to visit Prince Shouto. She snuk out of the castle once more and was warmly greeted by the guards in the Endeavor Palace. 

The ruler there, Enji, took care of business outside the town so only the princes and princess Fuyumi were in the castle. 

She was quickly escorted to Prince Shouto’s headquarters and she flung the door open and hugged the prince, finally letting the tears fall. “Shouto I am getting married to a man I don’t love! My father is the worst I fucking hate him. He is always against me!” 

Shouto understood the feeling of resent towards their father. That was the thing they both strongly had in common, dealing with the fathers they wish weren’t theirs. 

“It cant be that bad (Y/n)” Shouto said while trying to wipe her tears away. He cupped her face and asked “To whom are you to be wed anyway?”

The prince’s world stopped when he heard her answer. 

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Like Friends Do - TodoDeku

A/N: Hi friends! Recently, since my sisters and I are finally under the same roof again (due to quarantine), we sat down and watched My Hero Academia together. As a result, I now have another fandom that I couldn’t bear to go without writing for. I’m looking for constructive criticism from anyone who’s willing to offer it to me! I’m not as confident writing for this fandom just yet, but I really want to get better. So, if you have some time and are also in TodoDeku hell like I’ve found myself in, please take a minute to read through this and tell me what you think! It would mean a whole lot to me!

Summary: Neither Todoroki nor Midoriya truly knows what friendship means. Todoroki ignored friendships in middle school in favor of developing his Quirk; Midoriya couldn’t seem to find a friend because he was Quirkless. When they find a similarity in each other, they form a special bond - one that might just overstep what one considers “friendship”. 

Todoroki had never been the “friendly” type, and of that he was certain. At least, he had been certain, until his duel with Midoriya during the sports festival.

Something about Midoriya’s ability to penetrate years of psychological abuse regarding his feelings towards his left side left Todoroki in awe. After all, he hardly knew Midoriya as anyone more than the kid in class who scored lowest on their very first test of abilities before the event, or the kid who jumped out to save All Might when the League of Villains first attacked. And then, Midoriya went and blew both him and Bakugo away in the first trial of the games in order to take the lead. That grabbed Todoroki’s attention more than anything; while he knew Midoriya was not the best at using his quirk, he had the most heroic mindset of anyone Todoroki knew – besides All Might.

He supposed it surprised him that following the sports festival, battered and all, Midoriya made an effort to talk to Todoroki, the way Todoroki assumed friends did. It started simply enough – Midoriya sat next to him at lunch, and soon after Todoroki became comfortable with Midoriya, Ochaco and Iida were sitting with them, too. Sometimes Todoroki felt uncomfortable surrounded by that many people, but then Midoriya would say something just for him, ask him if he was okay or if he needed some time alone, and everything felt alright.

Except sometimes that left an uneasy feeling in Todoroki’s stomach. He’d been trained by his old man, Endeavor, to be cold and distant and instead focus on developing his Quirk. Midoriya’s friendship sometimes felt intruding and intimidating, and sometimes even terrifying, with the way Midoriya read him like an open book.

But then Todoroki noticed that it had nothing to do with him; it was just Midoriya. Despite his powerful Quirk, sometimes Todoroki wondered if Midoriya really possessed the ability to read minds, or if he’d just developed a sixth sense for catching onto people’s emotions.

Todoroki noticed this one day when Iida came to class exactly two minutes and twenty seconds late. Todoroki could tell something was different about him, but he assumed maybe Iida had forgotten to brush his hair or something. Later at lunch, he saw Midoriya pull Iida aside in the lunch line. “Hey, I noticed you’re looking pretty sore,” he had said, passing Iida a pill bottle. “I had some painkillers in my bag from Recovery Girl.”

“I thought I hid it well,” Iida sighed. “I can’t look weak – I’m the Class Representative!”

“Oh—it’s not like that,” Midoriya shook his head. “You hid it really well! I just recognized that you were relying more on your right leg when you walk, and I remember you got hit on your left side yesterday…” he rubbed his neck sheepishly, and Iida chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.

“Thank you, Midoriya.”

Todoroki almost asked, a few times, how Midoriya did that. One time his sister had the flu and Todoroki didn’t even notice until she got up and fainted on her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Up until that point, he had assumed she was just…hot. Overheating? Did she do that, too? Todoroki supposed he never bothered to ask.

All of this is to say that Todoroki eased up around Midoriya, especially after they moved into the dorms. In such close proximity to Midoriya, to everyone, really, Todoroki got a bit anxious. He thought of times when he had nightmares as a child and woke up because his room had frozen over, or worse, his bed had caught fire. That hadn’t happened in years, but Todoroki feared it might come back just to haunt him. But whenever Todoroki’s mind began to spiral about all the dangerous situations he could put Midoriya in, Midoriya would always grip his shoulder. Subtly. Never for too long, and never noticeably enough that anyone would call them out for it. Midoriya somehow knew just how to soothe Todoroki – and that would have scared Todoroki early on in their friendship, but at that point it didn’t.

Shoulder grabs turned into more casual shoulder nudges. Just a little moment that Todoroki and Midoriya shared, like a quick message to one another to say “Are you doing alright?” or “I’m thinking about you.” The shoulder nudges had at first been meant to replace the shoulder grips, but it became easier and easier for Todoroki to lean over and nudge Midoriya, or for Midoriya to nudge Todoroki to ask if he was alright. It turned into their own little language at some point, because the two began to mutually understand that longer touches meant something was wrong, and if the other touched their fingers, they needed to get out of there.

This was especially efficient one night when Midoriya and Todoroki decided to take a short walk after class. The sun was setting and usually they’d be required to be home before dinner, but Midoriya had told All Might that he and Todoroki were doing a bit of extra training and of course All Might supported their efforts to becoming heroes. Midoriya felt extremely guilty, but technically he wasn’t lying; he was sure heroes had to go on walks sometimes and unwind. They were training for that part of heroism.

Todoroki nudged his shoulder. “You look like you’re going to be sick, Midoriya,” he said. “We can turn back if you want to.”

“No,” Midoriya shook his head. “I’ll just explain when we get back. You told me you needed to talk about something.”

That was true – Todoroki had asked Midoriya earlier that day to accompany him because he had a few questions about heroism. At least, that was how he kept his nerves from getting the better of him while he waited for the moment to arrive when they’d be far enough away from campus that Todoroki wouldn’t be scared to actually talk to Midoriya. After all, Midoriya knew little to nothing about Todoroki’s past besides the whole “my old man is a scum bag” bit. Todoroki never really told Midoriya why Endeavor was so cruel, not fully, but he didn’t need to. Any time he mentioned Endeavor, Midoriya immediately scowled that way Midoriya does (which is, to say, his face contorted in a way that was meant to seem intimidating and angry, but Todoroki just found it…cute).

While they walked away from the campus, Todoroki and Midoriya talked mostly about their classes earlier that day. They had done a training exercise in which the class was divided based on Quirk types, and Midoriya and Todoroki had spent a majority of the afternoon separated from one another. Todoroki would have been lying if he said it didn’t make him nervous spending so much time away from Midoriya. He brushed it off as being worried for his classmate that somehow always found himself in Recovery Girl’s office after trainings such as these.

Actually, Todoroki decided to venture straight to Recovery Girl’s office once classes finished for the day. He was surprised to find that Midoriya stood next to Todoroki’s locker, patiently waiting for him, with no bandaged limbs and no prominent wounds. Midoriya’s face lit up with a smile once he saw Todoroki, and he waved and they left and now they were here, just past the boundaries of the Yuuei campus.

“…and Kirishima almost got me!” Midoriya said with an exasperated sigh, flailing his hands and sometimes his feet to act out the events of their training earlier that afternoon. “His Quirk is super strong! I tried to kick him but he didn’t even flinch! And then Mineta did—well, something, I didn’t really see. But then my feet were stuck to the ground!”

Midoriya always spoke with an excitement that would normally drain Todoroki. But he had gotten used to it, and he found it rather endearing now to listen to Midoriya go into incredible detail about the battles they fought – whether they were in his work study or at the school. A smile unknowingly crept to his face and Midoriya immediately put a finger up to Todoroki’s lips, grinning himself. “You must have had a good training session, too,” Midoriya teased. “Did Kacchan try to blow you up?”

“Of course he did,” Todoroki muttered, and Midoriya laughed a bit.

“Of course he did,” Midoriya repeated.

Midoriya went back to describing their training session, speaking highly of each of his classmates as he did. Todoroki supposed Midoriya knew more than anyone how hard it was to earn a spot at Yuuei, so he often made a point to brag about his classmates’ abilities anywhere he could. Todoroki often got embarrassed when Midoriya bragged about him, because never did Midoriya brag about the awesome Quirk he had—he knew that was a touchy subject—but rather Todoroki’s control, Todoroki’s strength, Todoroki’s knowledge. It was like receiving the praise Todoroki never got as a child, like validation for all the years of intense studying and physical training.

They reached a bridge stretching over a creek just as Midoriya began to describe how cool Iida’s use of his Quirk had been. Midoriya sat down and let his legs hang from the side of the bridge, and Todoroki soon followed suit. They sat shoulder to shoulder, as they usually did when they got the chance, and continued to chat about the previous school day. Midoriya could tell Todoroki wanted to talk about something, so he wrapped up his thoughts and waited patiently for Todoroki to find his voice.

“Um,” Todoroki said after a few moments of silence, “Midoriya—”

Both of them heard a splash come from behind them in the creak. Out of habit Todoroki nudged Midoriya’s shoulder, tapping on his fingertips, a feeling of dread and nervousness that they’d been followed looming over him. He wondered if this would be it, if the league of villains had found two of the best heroes in Class 1-A, if they were able to catch them so off-guard—

But then there was crying, a small child, and they both whipped their heads around quickly. A young boy stood at the edge of the stream, screaming, while an even younger girl drifted down the creek, head submerged. “Shit,” Todoroki whispered, quickly throwing his hand up and creating a wall of ice to stop the child from floating further downstream. “Midoriya!”

Midoriya had already thrown himself over the railing of the bridge, falling into the water below just in front of the ice wall Todoroki had made. Todoroki’s Quirk made the water much colder than it already was (which, during the early spring, was quite cold in and of itself). He bit his tongue to keep his teeth from chattering as he scooped up the young girl, using the strength in his legs to boost them out of the water and back towards the boy at the edge of the bank.

Todoroki met them there after dismantling the ice wall. The ice floated down the creek unceremoniously as Midoriya knelt next to the children. “What happened?” he asked the young boy, speaking as gently as possible. Todoroki always let Midoriya do this part (in the very few instances they’d used their Quirks outside of class).

The young boy sniffled, trying to quell his tears. “W-we just were playing tag! And s-she fell!”

The young girl’s teeth chattered, and Todoroki took off his school jacket to wrap around her shoulders. “Everything is okay now,” Midoriya assured. “Let’s walk you home, okay?”

The kids’ home was a few blocks away. When they arrived, the children’s mother (Midoriya presumed, anyway) delivered a scolding to them. “What do you tell these nice gentlemen?” she said finally, after reminding them for the third time that they were specifically told not to play by the creek.

“Thank you!” both the children chirped, seemingly missing their mother’s entire message. The mother removed Todoroki’s jacket from the young girl’s shoulders and replaced it with a towel. Meanwhile, Midoriya found it much harder to hide the fact that his teeth were chattering.

“Young man, do you want to come in and towel off?” the woman asked once her children went back to running around the small home. Midoriya shook his head and smiled.

“Our school is just a few blocks from here. I’ll be alright. Thank you very much.”

“Thank you,” she replied quickly. “I don’t even want to know what would have happened if you weren’t there.”

“Good thing we were,” Todoroki murmured quietly.

After having to decline payment—several times—Todoroki and Midoriya made their way back toward the school campus. Midoriya’s teeth chattered openly now, and almost immediately after they left the woman’s house Todoroki threw his jacket over Midoriya’s shoulders. He kept his left side pressed up against him, his mind so preoccupied on keeping a stable temperature that he nearly missed when Midoriya uttered a soft, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Todoroki asked, bewildered, the heat in his side dying quickly.

“Throwing up that ice wall,” Midoriya replied with a grin. “If she would’ve slipped past me, then I don’t know how long it would have taken me to get to her.”

“Oh, but she didn’t slip past you,” Todoroki pointed out. He honestly felt like he hadn’t done much in the situation.

“But you were there if she did,” Midoriya grinned up at him, and Todoroki felt his chest flutter. His cheeks dusted pink and Midoriya laughed cheerfully, nudging him with his shoulder. “We make a good team, don’t you think?”

“I could have told you that,” Todoroki scoffed.

Midoriya’s teeth didn’t chatter so openly when he carefully wrapped his arms around Todoroki’s left arm. The feeling immediately made Todoroki’s entire left side heat up, and Midoriya could see some steam rising from the cold water coating him, but he didn’t let go. Todoroki regulated the heat quickly, apologizing several times (“But you didn’t even burn me,” Midoriya argued). That was how they presented themselves as they walked back through the doors to the Class 1-A dorm – Midoriya clinging to Todoroki’s arm, Todoroki concentrating all his attention on making sure he didn’t spontaneously ignite. Todoroki wore a bright pink blush, both from concentration and from having Midoriya cling to him like a lifeline.

Someone whistled when they walked in. All Might looked up from the couch and immediately rose to his feet, approaching the two. “You were training, huh?” All Might asked, eyeing Midoriya up and down. Under All Might’s gaze Midoriya let go of Todoroki and crossed his arms over his chest in defense.

“Well…”

“A child fell in the creek,” Todoroki said quickly. “We were on our way to go train, but…”

All Might shrugged. “Well, I’m glad you were there, then. Go take a bath, Young Midoriya. You look pretty cold.”

“Y-yes sir!” Midoriya bowed quickly, taking off toward the baths without a second thought. The group soon lost interest in the exchange and so did All Might, leaving Todoroki to return to his room.

Todoroki’s mind reeled thinking about Midoriya again. He’d acted on pure instinct, had already launched himself into the water before Todoroki could even act. Did he have that much faith in Todoroki? Did he have that much faith in himself? Todoroki began to imagine what would have happened if he wasn’t there. Sure, he hadn’t done much to actually help the child, but would Midoriya have gotten sick without him there to keep him warm temporarily on the walk back?

Todoroki blushed suddenly, remembering the feeling of Midoriya pressed against him. Suddenly his mind was stuck on that detail of the day, like a broken record. He’d thrown himself onto his bed and had been lounging there for maybe ten minutes, still deep in thought, when his phone went off. He squinted at the bright screen and saw that Midoriya had texted him. Four times.

M: hey uh, this is embarrassing

M: but my clothes are still wet

M: and well I don’t have anything to wear

M: please help I don’t want to run through the dorms naked!!!

Todoroki snickered silently at the message (the closest he’d ever gotten to laughing, he thought) and stood and stretched. He wondered if Midoriya meant for Todoroki to grab clothes from his room, or if Todoroki should just take a set of his pajamas. While he wavered on whether or not to supply Midoriya with a set of his own clothes (the thought of Midoriya in Todoroki’s pajamas made his chest feel tight for some reason), Midoriya texted him another two times.

M: please Todoroki! I’m getting cold :(

M: omg are you sleeping? Sorry I’ll ask Iida!

Todoroki thought absently that, if he had been sleeping, his phone would have certainly woken him up. He sent a quick text back to Midoriya saying he’d be down in a second, to which Midoriya responded with seventeen smiley-face emojis, and grabbed a set of old pajamas from his room.

When Todoroki walked into the locker room, he found Midoriya on a bench – wearing only a towel. Something about that flustered Todoroki; despite having all changed together in the same locker room plenty of times to prepare for trainings and such, Todoroki felt a sort of embarrassment walking in to just Midoriya. He supposed some of the embarrassment could have been a result of his blatant overthinking of Midoriya clinging to his arm just an hour or so prior.

He cleared his throat and Midoriya whipped his head around and smiled, his cheeks flushed from the steam of the bath and his hair clinging to his cheeks. “Thank you thank you thank you!” Midoriya chirped, bounding across the room to grab the set of clothes. He eyed them suspiciously, and if Todoroki didn’t know any better, he might have thought Midoriya’s cheeks grew even pinker.

“What’s the problem?” Todoroki asked finally.

“I thought you’d bring my clothes, is all,” Midoriya laughed and rubbed his neck nervously. “Thank you all the same! I’ll get these back to you as soon—”

“Keep them,” Todoroki said with a shrug. “They don’t fit me anymore, anyways.”

A laugh bubbled out of Midoriya’s mouth, almost nervously, as Todoroki turned to leave. “Oh, Todoroki?” Midoriya called just as he pushed open the door.

Todoroki turned around again. “Yes, Midoriya?”

“Thank you again. This means a lot!”

By then, Midoriya had the pajamas on, and Todoroki flustered. His chest felt tight and his cheeks grew hot as he observed the way his clothes were just one size too big on his smaller friend. The tee shirt Todoroki had grabbed hung just far enough off Midoriya’s neck for his collarbone to peek out, and Midoriya had rolled the shorts once to keep them from falling down. Stop it, Todoroki thought, he’s going to notice you staring.

“They’re a little big,” Midoriya admitted sheepishly under Todoroki’s gaze, “but I might grow into them someday.”

“Maybe,” Todoroki said with just a hint of a smile. He turned away and left, then, trying to use his right hand to cool off his cheeks.

***

A number of times in the weeks that followed Todoroki and Midoriya’s impromptu child rescue mission Todoroki felt that same strange (albeit not entirely unwelcome) feeling. One day while Todoroki and Midoriya were studying in Midoriya’s room, Midoriya let a pencil hang out of his mouth while he puzzled together the English homework they were working on. Todoroki stared for a moment, his chest feeling like it might implode, before he finally reached over and plucked the pencil from Midoriya’s mouth. “Hey!” Midoriya had said, trying to mask a giggle with a hurt expression. Todoroki fought back a smile.

During their lunch break another day, Midoriya, Iida, and Ochaco invited Todoroki with them to eat outside near the dorm area. Iida and Ochaco gladly led the way, arguing about some television show that Todoroki had never heard of. Midoriya and Todoroki walked a few paces behind them, bumping shoulders every so often. “Right, Midoriya?” Ochaco interrupted her and Iida’s conversation to turn around and gain some sort of validation from him. However, Todoroki could tell that Midoriya was just as lost as he was, and the flustered sputtering that followed made Ochaco and Iida laugh, and it made Todoroki want to melt into a puddle. It must have been a little obvious, because seconds later Midoriya asked, “Todoroki, why are you steaming?!”

Those weren’t even the worst of it. Todoroki began to lose track of how many times Midoriya caused Todoroki to feel that strange weight in his chest. Though, he couldn’t say he despised the feeling. Not truthfully, anyway. Something about it felt warm, but not in the same way that his left side felt warm when he used his Quirk. That warm was sweltering and dangerous, but this warm felt more like a weighted blanket that laid just across his chest, almost…comforting.

He finally decided that the feeling was nothing more than that of a reminder of how much Todoroki cared about Midoriya, as a friend. If Todoroki was being honest with himself, he’d never really experienced friendship before Midoriya, so the most logical conclusion he could draw was that this was how all good friendships were. That didn’t stop Todoroki’s need to bump shoulders with Midoriya every chance he could, but Todoroki passed that off as friendship, too.

He assumed Midoriya felt the same, knowing a small bit of Midoriya’s past. He recalled one night that they were studying alone in the common area, both bent over the same book in awkward positions to each be able to read it. Their shoulders touched every time one of them shifted, and neither of them said a word about it – that felt natural, at least to them. And Midoriya had broken the silence as they tried to work through a mathematics problem in their heads by snapping the book shut and groaning up at the ceiling, flopping backwards.

“I’m never going to need this again,” he mumbled to himself. “Why do I need to learn it?”

Todoroki shrugged. “Maybe you’ll meet a villain whose Quirk is calculus?”

Midoriya laughed, but Todoroki hadn’t entirely meant to joke. He knew a variety of people with intelligence-based Quirks, and to him a calculus Quirk wasn’t impossible. Abnormal, certainly, but not impossible. He supposed it did sound sort of silly, and let out a small chuckle.

Midoriya looked up at him from the floor, wearing a soft blush across his cheeks from laughing. “Do you know anyone with a calculus Quirk? Maybe you could call them and ask them for help.”

Todoroki looked down at him curiously, then glanced away. “No, but it’s not impossible.”

“I guess you’re right. I was hoping you had someone in mind, though, so I didn’t have to keep worrying about this.”

Todoroki finally laid down next to him, letting their shoulders press together as they stared at the ceiling. Midoriya turned his head, and instinctively Todoroki turned his own, and their noses brushed together, making both of them blush. Midoriya didn’t move, but Todoroki sat up quickly, that heavy feeling in his chest growing stronger and a bit uncomfortable. He wondered if Midoriya felt it, too.

“Todoroki,” Midoriya began cautiously, “what was middle school like for you?”

“That’s a bizarre question,” Todoroki said idly, breathing slowly to lift that warm weight from his chest.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“I didn’t really talk to anyone,” Todoroki cut him off, leaning back on his elbows and looking back to the ceiling. “Nobody wanted to talk to me, and I wasn’t about to go out of my way to talk to them.”

“Oh.”

Todoroki could hear Midoriya fidgeting, and then he felt Midoriya’s shoulder against his own once more. “I didn’t really have any friends, either,” Midoriya continued in a soft voice. “Except Kacchan, but I don’t think you could really call that friendship. He was just my neighbor, and we spent a lot of time together as kids.”

Somehow Todoroki couldn’t imagine a universe in which Midoriya didn’t have friends. Everyone in Class 1-A had looked up to Midoriya at one point or another because of his kind heart, and Todoroki felt a pang of anger thinking about anyone who didn’t appreciate that. He already had his eye out for Bakugo and would, if it came down to it, freeze him to the ground to keep him from coming at Midoriya (and actually did, one time, and immediately got scolded by Aizawa for using his Quirk so recklessly in the school hallway).

“Why?” Todoroki asked finally, almost to himself, but with him sitting in such close proximity with Midoriya of course the other heard him.

“I was a really late bloomer,” Midoriya said sheepishly. “It’s easy to pick on the Quirkless kid, or whatever.” He sighed then, shaking his head. “Sometimes I wonder if that’s the only reason I have friends now.”

“Absurd,” Todoroki scoffed immediately. Midoriya looked over at him with wide eyes.

“You don’t think so?”

“I’m not friends with you because you can punch and kick super hard,” he deadpanned.

“Well, why are you?”

Todoroki had a hard time thinking of all the reasons he enjoyed Midoriya’s company, and perhaps Midoriya took Todoroki’s hesitation to answer the question the wrong way when he laughed, a little bitterly, and stood up. “It’s getting late. I should probably head up to my room…”

“You were the first person to care about me,” Todoroki said finally. He supposed that encompassed a lot of the reasons he loved having Midoriya around so much. And it was entirely true; others in Class 1-A may have chatted with Todoroki before he and Midoriya faced off at the sports festival, but none of them seemed to actually care about Todoroki’s well-being. With Midoriya, it felt like Todoroki was the only thing in the world that the boy cared about whenever they were together.

The way Midoriya’s face lit up, cheeks flushed bright pink, made Todoroki think maybe he’d overstepped. He felt a little like maybe he should have been embarrassed, but he held his ground, because it was true. If it was an embarrassing thing to say, well, he didn’t care; Midoriya deserved to know just how much Todoroki appreciated him.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Midoriya squeaked, that cute stuttering mess beginning to poke through.

“Exactly what I said,” Todoroki replied. “Before you, nobody spent time with me because they cared about me. You make me feel like you care.”

“Because I do!” Midoriya said quickly, nodding his head for emphasis. “I care so much about you! And Iida, and Ochaco, and Kacchan—”

They were interrupted as Aizawa came into the room, half-stumbling with sleep, his eyes still piercing and frightening even in his groggy state. “Go to bed,” he grumbled, making his way to the kitchen.

“R-right! Sorry, sir!” Midoriya bowed apologetically as Todoroki pushed himself off the ground. They walked to the elevator, bumping shoulders as they went. Once inside, the two turned and immediately laughed to each other – something Todoroki was only comfortable doing when Midoriya was around and nobody else. Even then, it was rare, and Midoriya cherished his laugh every time he heard it.

“Did you see his bunny slippers?” Midoriya giggled, and Todoroki nodded, chuckling ever so softly.

“They had the same red eyes as him,” Todoroki noted.

When the elevator stopped on Midoriya’s floor, Todoroki walked him to his room. Midoriya insisted it wasn’t necessary – after all, it was just a few paces down the hall – but still Todoroki felt the need to spend as much time by Midoriya’s side as possible. When they finally parted ways at Midoriya’s door, the smaller boy let his fingertips brush on Todoroki’s, and he wished him goodnight. Todoroki lingered outside his door for a moment even after Midoriya closed it, trying to calm his racing heart.

Still, even now it hadn’t occurred to Todoroki that perhaps his feelings weren’t just that of friendship. He almost felt incapable of love, and so it never even began to cross his mind that he might have a crush on Midoriya. In his mind, Midoriya was his best friend – and anything more than that felt impossible.

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BNHA OC PROMPT

😁 BNHA OC #1 😁

Thanks to @izukachu I finally got the courage to actually put my OC out there. That and I'm in that phase that I have so many story ideas for so many ships right now, so yeah, I needed a distraction!

I don't really have a lot of OCs when it comes to fanfictions since I'm more focused on writing the canon characters and that, let's be honest, some people are cruel and feel like it's their obligation to criticize, criticize, criticize. Anyways, I'm not going to dwell into that.

Note, any OCs I have really aren't the focus to any fic I write. Goes for BNHA and other fandoms I write for. They're usually just background characters and 'convenient for the plot'. However! I do have OCs!

I have three that I take to and so far, only one of them has appeared in any of my fics. So boom! Here we are!

😁 EXPLORATION 😁

Name: Sakagami Hayate

Hiragana: さかがみ はやて

Kanji: 坂上 颯

Age: 17

Occupation: A second-year in General Studies attending Yuuei

Gender & Pronouns: Male, He/Him

Birthday: July 11

Physical Description: In the fic, he's stated to be a princely kind of cute. He has dark aqua blue somewhat 'messy' hair that fades in a lighter tone that he keeps short and 'intimidating' eyes of the same color. Usually has a friendly smile, the kind that puts you at ease. He's tall, standing at 5'10"/177.8 cm. His skin leans more on the tanner scale since he's also an outside person. He likes to dress in lose, comfort clothes. Hoodies, sweats, cuffed jeans, beanies, and graphic tees.

There's nothing much about Sakagami here. He comes from a simple household of two moms with a younger adoptive sister. In the story he's featured in, DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM, he starts off as a second-year with a crush on Kirishima who he later befriends. As of now in the story, he's an ally of 1A and 1B and occasionally shows up.

He's Japanese, identifies as a cis-male and still exploring his sexuality a bit, but he knows he's attracted to guys. He's 17 and a second-year at Yuuei in the General Studies class.

Sakagami is usually a collected individual. He has a handle on his physical and mental health, but it's a gamble when it comes to his emotional since he goes to school with other teenagers and their hormones. Anybody who knows him would say he's a genuine nice guy and a ray of sunshine.

His quirk, Emotions, allows him to emit his own emotions onto others at his own will. The stronger his mood, the stronger it effects his target. He tends to keep himself calm and happy, allowing others to feel comfortable around him. Another part of his quirk allows him to feel the emotions of others and can effect him just as much. Again, stronger the mood, stronger the effect. A perk of his quirk is the change of his voice. Let's say he's angry. His voice will lend on a more deeper side. Happy, his voice sounds melodic.

His relationships with others are the result of his quirk. Being that he can detect emotions, he will keep boundaries with people who needs the space. He's considerate of how others feels. He also tends to go out his way to aid and comfort people. Sometimes needs to be reminded to put his own needs first. With 1A and 1B, he had solidified a spot as a friend and ally. At one point in the story, he played a part in getting Shoda back into 1B and exposing another OC who serves as the antagonist. With his own friends and family, he has a good relationship.

He really doesn't have enemies, but he keeps his distance from people he doesn't believe to be good for him or others. He has had little to no interactions with villains, so his opinions are still pending. He just knows that not all villains had a choice and just need some affection in their life, but others seriously need the prison time.

😁 SCENARIOS 😁

Okay, okay. I like the scenarios listed and I'm amused that some of them he has been involved with some of these. So! I'm going to do a quick summary of his appearances in the story using said scenarios.

Hobbies: Sakagami indulges himself in writing (WOULDN'T YOU KNOW IT?) and art. It's a way to out his emotions when he needs to so he doesn't have to rant to others.

Sports Festival: Since that arc has already passed in the fic, I didn't write a scene for it. However, I like to imagine that Sakagami was there like the other classes to watch the first-years and that's when he developed a small crush on Kirishima, which he admits to in the fic.

Cultural Festival: This arc is an 'off-screen' moment in my fic, mentioned in passing. Like the other students, Sakagami was involved. His class did their own cafe stand. He was the star barista.

Chaos with Class A/B/LOV: He has yet (and probably won't) to encounter the LOV. Classes A and B, on the other hand, he has! To put it short and sweetly, Sakagami has over time became a friend to both classes. He likes to visit them in their dorms and sometimes engages in chatting with Kirishima over text. Both of them update the other about what's going on with their classes. He's one of the few upper classmen to look at 1A and B as kids who need guidance and support. They're still kids at the end of the day and the incidents were just random bad luck. He mentions that it's worrisome because they're only first-years.

😁 AU WEEK 😁

Again, I like these ideas and I have to use them in a later date. For now, I'm choosing one of them!

Villain/Hero AU: Had Sakagami be in the Hero Course, I see as one training to be hero like Thirteen, a Search and Rescue Hero. He can use his emotions detection to find people while also keeping others calm. I can see him also be a sidekick to Ms. Joke. He can be hands-on like her and use his emotional influence to calm villains down enough to get the drop on them.

😁 SHIPPING 😁

I don't have a clear plan for Sakagami's love life, since I'm a 'go with the flow' kind of writer. So far, he had a temporary one-sided attraction for Kirishima and later becomes friends with him. Note, he actually didn't intend to start a romance with Kirishima, just felt he should confess his feelings and respected that it wasn't mutual.

Sakagami also have a bit of a liking for romance and may once in a while try a hand at matchmaking when he knows the parties involved are mutually attracted to each other. So far, he's been successful.

😁 EXTRA!! 😁

When developing Sakagami, I didn't put any thought into him really. I had basic information in my head like age, gender and what class he's in. However, as time went on, I added a few more about him.

His quirk came first before his birthday. Seeing that I'm a Cancerian, I thought it would be amusing that he would be one, too, since Cancers are known to be the most emotional of the Zodiacs. I choose July 11 for the fact that I have a thing for doubles and that my birthday lies on the 22, which is also Tensei Iida's birthday.

Again, since I don't tend to use OCs a lot and sometimes don't care to, Sakagami doesn't have a lot of scenes in my fic. However, I do have a favorite scene for him and that's his first in person introduction with Bakugo. He's just so chill here. [LINK TO CHAPTER HERE]

Also, anytime he does uses a font, it's going to be Comic Sans. It's the only thing about him that some of his friends really despise. Like, "Sakagami, dude, there are other fonts!" And he's just like, "But I like this one”.

His interests also include memes and puns. He also has a habit of leaving his art supplies around and his classmates picks up after him and remind him to not do that. He has a set of stickers and buttons he's made himself and all his classmates have at least three of each. He's working on making more for Classes 1A and B. He plans to attend college for literature and art. He always sings along to musicals and can somehow sit through horror films.

His favorite foods include a lot of savory foods and desserts. He will not drink coffee and tea without sugar. It is a must to have sugar.

I, sadly, can't draw to save my life. However, that doesn't mean I would make this for my baby!

[redrobin-detective]

together or not at all

I’ve been binging Erasermic stuff all day and my heart is FULL so I just opened up a post and started typing, never looking back.

XxX

Shouta and Hizashi were not type you’d think would date.

They were an odd couple throughout their time at Yuuei, still staggering from the wounds of going from a trio to a duo midway through their second year. Shouta was quiet, dour and took everything too seriously. Hizashi, meanwhile, was loud, silly, borderline wild with his frequent advertisements for his podcast during slow class events. 

There was no official announcement or anything, just one day, at the end of their second year they were spotted holding hands on the roof. It was grief that brought them together, everyone said when they were sure the couple wouldn’t hear. Once they graduated, they’d move onto to partners they were actually compatible with. Hizashi and Shouta paid the rumors no mind, holding each other close during stolen moments in the hallway, tender hand touches during patrols. On graduation day, while everyone else threw their caps into the wind, Shouta held up his cap in front of their faces and kissed his boyfriend as cherry blossoms blew into their hair. Their future together started now. 

They moved in together right away, scraping together what little cash they had to rent a small beaten down apartment. Shouta let Hizashi carry him over the threshold for the first time after it was theirs, only because it made his boyfriend stupidly happy. There wasn’t much of a demand these days for new grad heroes, not when All Might was there to protect all of Japan with power to spare. Hizashi got a gig as a sidekick for a low-ranked hero that paid more in experience than in actual money. Shouta worked at a cat cafe and local bookstore, unable to find work yet as an underground hero. Every night they came home, exhausted and collapsed together on their second hand mattress that didn’t even have a bed frame. They held each other close in lieu of heating and found it warm enough.

Hizashi’s powerful quirk and outgoing personality made him popular and soon he was employed by a more well known hero which gave him lots of exposure and an increased salary. When his first paycheck hit, he ran down to the shelter and got the black and grey cat Shouta had been wanting to adopt for ages. When his boyfriend came home from his shift at the cafe and found a kitten with a bow around his neck patrolling around the apartment, Shouta looked as if an angel had appeared before him. Needless to say, Hizashi was rewarded well for that particular present. 

Shouta’s contacts finally put him through the proper channels and he hit the streets as an independent agent. It paid less than his other two jobs had but Hizashi could see how much it meant to Shouta to be out there doing good, doing what he was made to do. However, he didn’t like how much damage Shouta took in those early days. He swears he spent all their extra money on first aid equipment; patching up scrapes and burns, icing bruises and stitching up deep cuts. So many nights he dreamed he would come home to an empty apartment, waiting in vain for Shouta to return. On those awful nights, he’d wake up in a sweat and see Shouta beside him, breathing deeply in sleep and promise himself it would never come to that.

Hizashi brought up marriage first, awkwardly and full of jitters the summer of their 21st year, 3 years since they’d become pro heroes and 6 since they’d first met. “Okay,” Shouta had shrugged, going back to playing with their cat, Oreo. Confused, elated and bit nauseous, Hizashi dropped the subject but started looking at ring options in secret. It was Shouta, however, who actually proposed.

His depression and a flare up of his chronic fatigue syndrome later that fall had him feeling worse than ever. The anniversary of Shirokumo’s death was just around the corner and crime was trending upwards all over Japan. He only saw Hizashi for a handful of hours over a week as they rushed from one disaster to another. One rare morning they awoke together, Shouta forgot to kiss him goodbye as he was summoned to help the police take down a particularly nasty villain. The fight was brutal, two heroes and six officers were critically injured and one hero died, slowly and painfully in Shouta’s arms. Underneath the blood, his hair was blond and all Shouta could think about afterwards was the carelessly missed kiss that morning.

He flung himself at Hizashi when he came to pick Shouta up, clutching his best friend and boyfriend’s face reverently with bloodstained hands. “Marry me, Hizashi,” he choked out in a rush. “And promise me you’ll never leave.” 

“Never Shouta never,” Hizashi had wept, crying the tears his other half wouldn’t, holding him close. “It’s together or not at all.” 

In the end, it was a simple affair, neither had anything to prove with a grand wedding. They purchased rings, rented out a small back room in a bar and stood before a judge and a few friends as witness as they exchanged their vows. Hizashi cried and Shouta never complained of dry eye that day. They celebrated at the bar, drinking and laughing until it was the wee hours of the morning. Shouta was completely inebriated, unable to walk or form sentences. Hizashi swept his groom off of his feet and, once more, carried him over the threshold of their place. He banged Shouta’s head on the door frame trying to get the two of them through the narrow entryway.

“Clumsy bastard,” Shouta hissed, clutching at his head. “Wait til my husband gets aholda you.” 

“You’re not gonna have to wait long,” Hizashi said, waggling his eyebrows as he kicked the door shut. Shouta regretted drinking so much the next morning when  his head and stomach protested. Hizashi danced in with some seltzer water in one hand and a bouquet of roses in the others. Luckily his drinking was his only regret from yesterday. 

They kept their marriage private, both for Shouta’s growing career as an underground hero and simply for their own privacy. It wasn’t a secret, just not advertised. They celebrated their one year anniversary in the hospital, Hizashi having fractured his spine after a building fell on him. Shouta spoon fed him little bits of preserved wedding cake when his husband was awake enough. They moved to a bigger place, somehow acquired two more cats when Hizashi wasn’t looking and spent a lot of weekends cuddled together on Nemuri’s couch misremembering bad stories from high school.

“Shouta,” Hizashi said one evening as he chopped up some leeks for their dinner. “Nemuri is going to start teaching at Yuuei soon.”

“As if she didn’t traumatize enough kids when she was a student,” Shouta said dully as he looked over police reports. “What of it?”

“I was thinking of applying too,” he said casually. “All Might taking personal leave means its more dangerous out there, I think it would be nice to train the next generation of heroes.” He glanced at his husband out of the corner of his eye.

“You can,” Shouta frowned, moving his papers in front of his face to avoid Hizashi’s puppy dog eyes. Also so he wouldn’t see the stitches over his right eye and the bruises around it. Being a hero was dangerous work, being a teacher? Less so. 

“Oh come on babe, you’d be great with kids,” Hizashi said, abandoning his cutting to drape himself over the counter. “You have this stern but steady authoritative manner but you’re soft enough that it’s not intimidating.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Shouta sighed. “Sign up if you want to, but you’re already busy with patrols and your radio show.”

“I thought it might be good practice,” Hizashi teased, tugging down Shouta’s papers away from his face. “For when we decide to have kids.”

“We are not having kids,” Shouta said with an eye roll.

“That’s what they always say,” Hizashi said in a little sing-song tone. Shouta ignored him, pulling the papers closer to his face. “Come on Shouta, you were just telling me the other day how sloppy the latest rookie heroes have been without All Might around to pick up the slack. We can help change things at Yuuei, Nedzu-sensei is principle now. I know you’ve been dying to change the parameters of the entrance exam.”

“Stupid, worthless, prejudiced exam,” Shouta mumbled under his breath and Hizashi grinned, dropping it into a casual smile when his husband lowered the papers to glare at him. “You just want me to cut down on my patrol hours.”

“Maybe a little,” Hizashi shrugged, leaning over to loving tap piano keys on his husband’s arm. “Or maybe I miss seeing you every day and working as teachers would give us some structure. I fell in love with you in those hallways, Shouta. Is it so bad I want that again?”

“Tell Nemuri to get me an application,” Shouta grumbled. “I can’t guarantee I’ll sign up or anything but I’ll look it over. One year, maybe even one semester and then I’m done.”

“Well if you do it, I’m doing it,” Hizashi beamed, leaning up to chin Shouta’s scratchy chin before pulling back and working on the meal again. “Together or not at all, remember?” 

“Hard to forget when you’re still here,” Shouta said but a small smile was tugging on his lips as they fell into a companionable silence, thinking about the past and what they had lost and all the things they stood to gain from the future. Shouta and Hizashi were not the couple you expected to see, much less to marry and stay together through thick and thin. Luckily though, outside perceptions and expectations did not determine the course of a relationship; some things stayed between best friends and partners and lovers. 

Shouta would find himself tangling his fingers on the chain with his wedding ring around his neck, watching his husband joke around with their students. Hizashi would grin up at him and mime him a quick kiss. Shouta would snort fondly but not break his gaze. Some loves could endure just about anything. 

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Why did you hire the worst student from yuuei instead of someone from the school you went to? There are better aspiring heroes to work with.

Upset my muse! Say something to hit a nerve! Insult their loved ones!! Nothing’s off limits!! | Accepting! 

( @manifestedsun mentioned )

“HOLD YA HORSES THERE— WHERE’D YOU GET THE WISE FUCKIN’ IDEA T’SAY SUN WASN’T  ONE A THE BEST STUDENTS COMIN’ OUTTA U.A?! EVEN IF HE WASN’T IN THE TOP THREE THAT KID’S GOT MORE DEDICATION AND RESILIENCE THAN YA GOT STRENGTH IN ONE A YA DAMN PINKIES. HE’S STRONG, BRAVE, SMART, OBSERVANT AND KNOWS HOW T’MAKE CRITICAL DECISIONS EARLIER THAN HALF HIS CLASSMATES KNEW HOW T’HOLD A PENCIL STRAIGHT. JUST ‘CAUSE A MAN’S GOT ANXIETY AND HAS A HARD TIME TALKIN’ T’FOLKS AIN’T MEAN HE’S USELESS OR BAD IN THE SLIGHTEST. 

DON’T ANY A YOU START THIS GARBAGE TALK ABOUT SUN WHEN HE’S BEEN ONE A THE BEST INTERNS AND BEST SIDEKICK I’VE EVER DARN HAD. I DON’T PICK WHOEVER T’WORK ALONGSIDE ME. MY CRITERIA AIN’T LOCATION OR POPULARITY IT’S LOYALTY, DISCIPLINE, CAPABILITY, COMPATABILITY, THERE’S MORE T’PICKIN’ A SIDEKICK THAN JUST LOOKIN’ AT THE TOP RANKIN’ STUDENTS IN A SCHOOL AND SAYIN’ Whoop-de-doo I guess I’ll pick Mr/Ms Popularity! NO!!!

AND IF YA DO PICK A SIDEKICK LIKE THAT THEN YA BETTER START PULLIN’ OUT THEM STUDENT RESUMES AGAIN ‘CAUSE YOU’RE PROBABLY GONNA HAVE A BAD FUCKIN’ TIME SINCE ALL YA KNOW IS WHAT’S ON PAPER. REGARDLESS SUNEATER’S AMAZIN’ AND I AIN’T TOLERATIN’ ANY OF THIS SLANDER.”