#aizawa x kurogiri

[loveyismeee]

(These two were designed by @seraphicghost from their switched!au)

I personally adore Erasermist, and This Au Kurogiri is beautiful!

Anyway, Aizawa wants to date this beautiful man. It would be illogical to miss the chance!

#kurogiri #Aizawa #erasermist #oboro shirakumo #erasercloud #shouta aizawa #aizawa x kurogiri #au kurogiri #kurogiri x aizawa

[circledotdestroy]

The Rooftop Trio with a Short (Fem) Reader (Thoughtdump)

When you all started high school, Oboro was already a giant and seemed to get taller every month. He approached you to introduce himself in the beginning of the year, he was invading your personal space and you were absolutely dwarfed by him. When he realized you were craning your neck to look at his face, he crouched down to your eye level to talk to you.

You two became friends pretty quickly, I mean how could you not, and it was constant shenanigans regarding how the two of you were going to have a comfortable conversation.

You stand on chairs, tables, and ledges; Oboro crouches or kneels on the ground; and the two of you stand many feet apart and shout at each other when Oboro is shaking from holding the positions for too long and there’s nothing for you to stand on nearby.

When you two become friends with Hizashi and Shouta, the Tom-foolery doesn’t stop. They’re not as tall as Oboro, but they are still noticeably taller than you, and they are ALSO still growing.

Hizashi is here for all of the nonsense. He goes out of his way to make short jokes and intentionally places things JUST outside your reach.

While Shouta doesn’t intentionally participate, you’re not safe from him making the height difference be known either. In the start of your friendship if you two are walking together, he will not slow down for you to catch up, especially during training. He also doesn’t feel like straining his neck by looking down at your face, so he will bend over, arms hanging, to look at your face.

Oboro and Hizashi will use nicknames, and might even assign you the “-chan” honorific. They also jokingly compare you to small animals.

Despite the jokes, you aren’t immune to more Princess-like treatment from them.

If you are all out together they make sure that you’re either walking in front of them or one of them is holding onto you. (They’ve lost you too many times in the busy street not to…)

If you’re carrying stuff and are showing any sign of being tired then Hizashi and/or Oboro will ask to take it— and then bicker with you if you’re too stubborn to accept help. Shouta will let you be for the most part, but the moment you try pausing for a break, he takes the stuff off you without a word and continues walking.

Shouta would just do little favors without saying anything about it. If something was on a high shelf, he'd grab it and then sit down. If you need someone to hold your drink, he’ll grab it without a word.

If you’re too short to see over people in the crowd then the first goal is to either lift you up or get you to the front. Same thing with taking pictures. Usually Mic is your strongest advocate of reminding everyone that you need to be seen.

During training, Oboro has definitely held you like Simba while riding a cloud at least once.

You all have a laugh looking through past photos and seeing how the boys end up getting taller as the months pass, but then there you are without a single change

#I thought about including something about the present day where you see Kurogiri #but I decided to let you all live #bnha x reader #mha x reader #rooftop trio x reader #Oboro Shirakumo x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #thought dump #bnha x fem!reader #MHA x fem!reader #present mic x reader

[animestsstuff2]

•Sickly sweet•

Bakugou x vampire reader

I also wanted to add that I know typically with vampires and mates etc that they immediately know and are bewitched but because the reader Yuri is 16 she isn’t actually aware of her attraction to Bakugou, well she is but not in the instinctual vampire sense, not until she turns 17 which will be soon but the closer her birthday is the more obvious its becoming hence the whole his smell is overwhelming. It also works on Bakugou too but its Bakugou so hes just gonna ignore it.

Content warning: blood, death, anxiety? Crying, fighting.

Part 7

Masterlist

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

You stood over your fathers limp body as you kept your eyes narrowed on that blue haired boy and his freakish pet. His mouth opening to speak when the doors were kicked open a loud bang drew your attention as you looked round seeing All Might. His face bare of any smile, lips tightly curled and brows furrowed as his footsteps tapped off the ground

"Have no fear students. I am here" his tone was deadly serious. You looked down at your father took this opportunity to grab him as you started dragging him towards the others.

Kirishima rushed by Bakugou to help you. Bakugou quickly following as they helped bring your father to the top of the steps. You sniffled, tears springing from your eyes as you held his head in your lap. Bakugou took a seat beside you, reaching and putting his arm around you, hand grabbing your waist. He felt compelled to comfort you, something in his chest pulling him towards you.

All Might looked down at his dear friend and at you and whispered softly an apology to you both for not being here on time. You watched as All might made his way down to face that beast. You followed quietly, Deku creeping behind you also. You wanted revenge, something in your chest pushing you to move as anger filled you.

Some of the lower criminals got ready for All Might but just as you blinked they fell to the ground, absolutely no match for his speed nor strength. He continued on to the creature and began attacking it, landing hit after hit but it really had no effect. The creature taking it easily.

“Nomu here has shock absorption All Might. Youd have to gouge his brain out if you really wanted to hurt him” The boy said, as All Might continued to dodge the creature.

“Thanks for telling me how to beat him! I just have to were him down and then its on to you!” All Might yelled as All Might grabbed the creature from behind and flipped him over. You watched eyed wide at his sheer strength as the creature went head first into the concrete. A huge cloud of dust appearing and now blocking the fight.

You stood tense as the dust dissipated and a gasp left your mouth. All Might had put the creature into the ground but a portal appeared below him, allowing the creature to come out the other end. His claws grabbing All Mights chest through the portal and drawing blood as All Might struggled in the awkward position.

“Sorry All Might but burying Nomu in the ground so he couldnt move wont work. Hes built after you so he is as strong as you are” the boy informed as All Might gritted his teeth.

You watched as the portal man, Kurogiri, stood over All Might. The portal slowly becoming smaller as Nomu disappeared inside of it, dragging All Might further. Kurogiri explained his plan to crush All Might with his quirk and your eyes widened, seeing the Pro-Hero needed help but Izuku moved quicker than you.

He ran forward ready to help as Kurogiri warped into Izukus line of attack, opening a portal and you quickly rushed forward feeling your body unfreeze itself from the position you were in but Bakugou blasted himself above you, landing down on Kurogiris metal body and keeping him in place.

You ran forward. Your scythe coming down on the arm that dug into All Mights bloodied side, freeing him as ice grew on the ground and up the Nomus legs, trapping him. Shoto was here.

“Kurogiri. Youve really got us into a mess here” The boy groaned. Kurogiri tried to move but Bakugou just blasted the metal body of his.

“You move and ill blow you into so many pieces theyll be piecing you back together for months you bastard” Bakugou growled and you couldn’t help the small smirk for a hero he was quite villainous.

The portal however the Nomu was in became smaller as the creature slipped through and out the other side. His arm fully regenerating that made All Mights eyes widen, surprised by his regeneration quirk.

“Nomu, free kurogiri” the boy ordered and your eyes widened as the creature roared and charged at Bakugou. He was too fast. Your body moved, not thinking something in you needed to protect Bakugou. He was yours after-all..

All Might was quick after you. Your speed almost matching his as your blood transformed. A long chain with your scythe at the end as you threw and landed it into the Nomus shoulder. Your heels dug into the ground trying to slow the creature as it roared and whipped its head round seeing you. It whipped its arm forward and you yelped as you flew by it, hitting the concrete wall in front.

You coughed, head spinning and aching as you slouched down against it. Your eyes rolling back as everything went dark. The last thing your ringing ears could just make out was shouting.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

“SHE CAN’T BE DEAD!” Bakugou roared at the paramedics as they hauled your body into the ambulance. A white sheet stretched over you, his eyes narrowed in at your chest, searching for any sign of life.

His chest constricted and tight as it fell and rose in sharp breaths. The doors slammed shut and he stood staring as it drove away. His head rang, a sharp pain shooting through it as he tried to rationalise it. The image flashing in his head over and over again of you against the concrete wall, slumped down with blood running from everywhere..Your head, your mouth and other cuts..

There was just so much..

A hand on his shoulder made him tense as Kirishima voice cut through his daydream.

“Bakugou, come on. They’re taking us home” Kirishimas voice was quiet and sullen. His eyes glistening with tears as he too had seen you bloodied.

Bakugou turned, pushing by the red head as he boarded the bus, accompanied by other teachers who arrived to the scene. He took his seat, his mind buzzing as he looked at his hands, hands that were covered in your blood. One glove removed when he checked for your pulse and suddenly the crippling hold on his heart returned as he remembered how he couldn’t find one and how cold you were. His arms sore as he now felt the growing weight of his gauntlets dragging them down.

His mind too wrapped up in this new emotion he was feeling. He clambered off, entering the changing rooms. His body moving itself as his brain tried to make sense of this feeling, was it shame for being too weak? No, embarrassment for letting Kurogiri go? No. He couldn’t figure it out, maybe it was just because he had witnessed someone die; a classmate, someone he was close to. You a person he grew to care about over these past wee-

“Katsuki!” His mothers voice broke his focus on his spiralling mind. Her eyes soft and happy to see her son had minimal injuries but the smile she had faded as he made his way over and got into the car without saying or, well shouting a word.

“Katsuki, are you okay” she asked as she got into the car. He only glanced over at her before returning his gaze to the window and her mind mulled over, maybe the student that is in critical condition is his friend.

The ride home was quiet and tense and even worse at the house. Bakugou ignoring the question of what would he like for dinner as he headed to his room and into his bed, falling onto it. He rolled over and suddenly sat up as he grabbed his book bag and threw it across the room, angry and fed up now with this heavy feeling in his chest. He fell back letting out a growl as he stared at his ceiling. You were dead, he would no longer be able to see you. His mind mulling over that thought, you both still needed to finish that project for English. . .

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

#bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou #mha #aizawa shouta #all might #bnha deku #mina ashido #ochako uraraka #shigaraki tomura #kurogiri #vampire #mha dabi #tw blood

[unhonest-iago]

Death Rattle

Aizawa, Kurogiri & Mic reacting to y/n's death; they die the same way Gwen does in the Spiderman movies.

Gn reader

Aizawa- Pro-hero

This is the one time he can't distract himself by throwing himself further into his work. It's also the first time he takes time off where Nedzu doesn't have to force him to.

Despite having more time to rest, he just deflatedly sits on his bed and stares straight at the wall while he plays the events over and over in his head

He was so close...if only he'd gotten there quicker. If he'd caught them with his scarf before the impact snapped their neck. Aizawa refuses to go to y/n's funeral or grave until a year later. Not because of any conflict in schedule, but because he feels he failed them that much.

Mic comes over to make sure he's taking care of himself--he's not. Pushing him towards the shower while he sets the table with the takeout he bought. Reporting back to Nedzu about Aizawa's condition.

His voice gruff from not using it, his students too afraid to mention their name. Aizawa knowing his students mean well, he allows them to ask any question they want about y/n as long as it's not about how they died.

It oddly enough brings him some comfort, pulling a heavy weight off both parties' shoulders. At least to where they can continue class like normal the next day, acting like it never happened.

Kurogiri - League of Villians

Unlike the other two, Kurogiri can't place how he's feeling. Not knowing whether it's due to compartmentalization or simple confusion. All he knows is that he had positive feelings towards y/n.

They were a valued part of the league and while each member had their eccentricities, they all brought a unique skill set to the team. And while he was meant to protect Shigaraki, he couldn't help but remember what few fond memories he had of y/n.

Kurogiri is the one who ends up creating a makeshift grave for y/n. He thought they deserved a proper burial in accordance with their religious beliefs but being the league, his hands were tied.

Creates warp-gates whenever he wants to visit, staying long enough to weave a crown of flowers out of nearby weeds. Giving them vague progress reports. Assuming this is what people mean when they say 'it's the thought that counts.'

Tries to clean up the grave as kids tend to knock over the grave marker, teens using the ground as an ashtray. He wishes he'd gotten to know them better while they were still alive.

Mic - Pro-hero

Accidentally causes a mini earthquake from how guttural a scream he lets out

Aizawa has to use his erasure quirk so he doesn't damage the public's eardrums or his own vocal cords

Even the kiddos are concerned when he returns to his post, noticing how withdrawn he's become. There's fewer tangents during lessons alongside a constant 5 o'clock shadow.

Despite being colleagues, he thought of y/n as a friend. No matter how many times he was told it wasn't his fault, he continued to beat himself up over the matter.

His radio show is placed on an indefinite hiatus. The slot's still his for when he comes back but they struggle to find a temporary replacement that keeps ratings consistent.

#iago writes #my hero academia #mha #bnha #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #kurogiri #present mic #eraserhead #kurogiri x reader #present mic x reader #eraserhead x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #x reader #major character death

[musedriven]

@erxsxre memed // losing you is my worst nightmare.

a weakness, he cannot help but think. his programing still the dominant way of thinking as evident by the smog still surrounding him; hiding all traces of the wispy cloud he once was though it's been easier for his old self to poke through lately. his own weakness brought out by the very friend whom he died for.

" I... " he hesitates, collecting together his thoughts on the revelation. " I will attempt to ensure such things do not come to fruition. " he says simply. his voice so similar and yet so different. the hint of a blue eye is visible past the glowing gold smog of the mask he wore. you already lost me once, Sho. i'm so sorry...

#erxsxre #v; shirakumo // i'm a protector. ( kurogiri ) #c; now i'm a witness to the death of a hero. ( oboro / kurogiri ) #s; shirakumo // here! use my goggles! ( shirakumo x aizawa )

[spookikookiboo]

☁️🖤🔈 Rooftop Trio ☁️🖤🔈

Love these sweet babies…wish them only the happiness

~Spooki🖤

#shoto aizawa #aizawa sensei #rooftop #trio #hizashi x shouta #yamada hizashi #present mic #my hero headcanons #my hero acedamia #oboro shirakumo #mha kurogiri #kurogiri is shirakumo #cloud mom #loud cloud #erasermic #eraserhead #erasercloud #SpookiArt

[cloudsu]

Aizawa & Shigaraki

Aizawa & Shiggy together but there’s always this looming force, like an elephant in the room that they don’t discuss. Aizawa goes over to Shigaraki’s place where Kurogiri lives too. The knowledge that his friend is there but not really makes his skin itch. Maybe Shigaraki notices and tries to make it better. Or maybe they just don’t go to Tomura’s place anymore. But Shirakumo feels like this thing that just can’t be ignored between them, maybe it even drives them apart because Aizawa can’t look at Shigaraki without thinking about Shirakumo & Kurogiri. Shigaraki is helpless to it, doesn’t know what to do or say because he cannot undo what has been done, he can only watch as Aizawa fades away.

#fanon #angst #Aizawa x Shigaraki #AiShiggy #Kurogiri #Shirakumo #aizawa shouta #shigaraki tomura #BNHA

[freedom-of-speech333]

The Dreams We Share by Freedom_of_speech on AO3

Summary:

Shota Aizaiwa and Hizashi (present mic) share the same dream every night, courtesy of their soul bond. The same dream haunts them, the dream about a cat, a dog, and Oboro Shirakumo.

Work Text:

Another busy night. Thought Shota Aizawa.

He walked down the narrow alleyways toward the school, his favorite shortcut when he wanted to avoid people.

Turning a corner, Aizawa stepped back, a cat with matted blue fur lay crushed under a rock.

Aizawa kneeled in to touch the cat, and felt a tiny murmur of life come from its lungs. 

He’s still alive.

Aizawa picked up the stone and lightly set it aside. He gingerly checked the cat for wounds.

A few broken bones. Maybe more.

Taking off his scarf, he formed a makeshift cradle to hold the cat as he walked back to his home at U. A.

‘My name is Oboro, Obor…’ the cat muttered, barely audible under his wheezing breath. 

‘ Oboro, hmm? That’s a good name for a cat.’ Aizawa thought, now at his apartment. Hizashi sat on the couch reading one of his ‘teaching the kids’ magazines. Looking up, his eyes widened at the cat.

‘Woah, Shota, what’s that you got? It’s missing a leg!’ Hizashi stepped forward and petted the cat, the cat’s, Oboro’s, fur becoming soft and fluffy. A soft cloud that floated upward as Oboro purred in Hizashi’s arms.

Hizashi looked up at Shota with big, tear filled eyes.

‘Can we keep him?’ Hizashi said, petted the beautiful Oboro as his wounds healed, becoming healthy and strong the longer he was pet.

‘Sure, but we better keep him in my office, I don’t know how the other cats will react.’ Shota said, gesturing to the numerous felines circling their legs with a vigorous intent.

‘What about my… wait, nevermind. Mess.’ Hizashi said, stopping himself when he remembered his chaotic work environment.

They made a little bed for Oboro in Aizawa’s office, and set up his litter box close by so he could heal properly. Shota was amazed at his recovery rate, soon Oboro began following him and Hizashi to their classes. 

Oboro would purr when the students petted him, happy in their arms. He seemed to prefer the troublesome three, lingering longer with Shoto Todoroki. 

Today, Shota and Hizashi had a joint mission, which was rare for the couple. Stalking out a villains base in the opposing alley, they waited for their target to arrive.

It was until Shota and Hizashi heard the hiss of a cat and low growl of the dog that they realized their mistake.

Oboro followed us.

They turned around just in time to watch a misty purple dog with bright yellow eyes grab Oboro in his jaws, who hung lifeless in the canines grip.

Shota chased away the dog, ripping Oboro out of his mouth and laying him on the soft ground. Hizashi tried to hum a tune to the feline, petting him, trying to bring him back as tears dropped down his face.

Shota gasped and pulled Hizashi’s hand away. Both gaped in horror as the bloody wounds turned into a misty purple cover, an unseemly scream filling both their ears as Kurogiri stood up and lunged…

…………

Shota Aizawa woke up, huffing as his monitor rang. 

‘Students out. Students out.’

Hizashi was up too, fear in his eyes as he gripped his knees in their shared bed. The cats had jumped off, apparently shocked by Hizashi’s scream.

‘Same dream.’ Shota said, patting his soulmates back.

‘Will, will he ever be back to normal?’ Hizashi asked, his normally loud voice the barest whisper. 

‘I don’t know.’ Aizawa said. He checked the monitor with one hand as he held Hizashi close with the other.

Students sneaking in pets. Why does this not surprise me?

Hizashi huffed a laugh under Shota’s arm, one eye open to see the elaborate plots Shota’s students were now knee deep into.

‘Nice students you got there, babe. You should go help them before they get hurt.’ Hizashi said, sitting up to nudge Shota away.

Shota got up, grabbing some clothes from his kittens nest.

‘Sure you’ll be okay?’ Shota asked, leaning back in the doorway with an expression of concern. Hizashi smiled at him, already dozing off in the warm embrace of the cats. 

‘I’ll be fine. Go.’ Hizashi said, lazily waving him off.

Shota started walking to the start of his students ‘pet tunnel’.

I’m going to kill those kids. Aizawa thought, a warm smile on his lips as he remembered all the shenanigans he used to do with his friends.

Oboro would be proud. 

#Shota aizawa #yamada hizashi #eraserhead #present mic #aizawa #erasermic #aizawa x hizashi #oboro shirakumo #kurogiri #soulmate au #eraser family #gay soulmates

[loveyismeee]

Carry your friends! 😸

(Nanny Kurogiri Au)

#kurogiri #Aizawa #midnight #present mic #oboro shirakumo #erasercloud #erasermist #mha au #kurogiri nanny au #shouta aizawa #aizawa x kurogiri #au kurogiri #oboro #yamada hizashi #hizashi yamada #kayama nemuri #nemuri kayama #au oboro shirakumo #my hero academia au #Au

[mimines]

Kurogiri : Murder is never the answer !

Shigaraki : Right.

Shigaraki : Murder is the question.

Shigaraki : And the answer is Yes.

#bnha #bnha izuku #mha #izuku mydoria #mha todoroki #bnha katsuki #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #fyp #manga #mha shigaraki #kurogiri #mha dabi #toga himiko #mha aizawa #mha hawks #mha endeavor #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #mha x you #yandere mha #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #mha incorrect quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #mha kirishima #mha denki #momo yaoyozoru #bnha shinso hitoshi #league of villains

[brittsacademia]

Gemini | Various!BNHA X Fem!Reader

Before You Read

{Prologue} {Masterlist}

Welcome to my latest Various!BNHA X Reader book, 'Gemini'.

I'm your author, Britt, and I hope you'll enjoy your adventure! But before you dive straight into the first chapter, I ask that you please read through this brief introduction for important details about the content of this book.

☆ Table of Contents ☆

1. General information 2. Content warnings 3. Original character references

1. General information

Updates will most likely be slow. I will be doing my best to publish one chapter every 1 - 2 weeks, but I can't guarantee anything as I've been working double-time lately. Remember that spamming me with "update plz" comments won't make me go any faster.

This book will divert from canon at some points. There are quite a few canon events, though don't be surprised at the added-in arcs that I've created for this book, as well as some of the creative liberties I've taken with BNHA's story. I'm here to tell my own story, not write out BNHA's script.

There are love interests, since I know that people really like that, myself included. However, the story isn't romance-focused. There'll be a general ending to the story, and a number of extended endings where you can ship your MC with the character of your choice if you wish to do so.

I am not providing a list of love interests until the ending chapter. It'll be up to you to figure out which characters the MC has chemistry with throughout the story. I am, however, going to warn you that some original characters may end up on that list.

There are original characters of mine present. They're there to add a more personal flair to the story, as well as kick-off non-canon arcs.

2. Content warnings

This story is rated as mature. Each chapter will come with appropriate warnings should they contain anything worth mentioning. But, as precautionary measures, here's what you can expect:

• Major liberties taken with the canon. Yes, I'm putting this here and repeating it since some don't like fics that don't follow canon word for word.

• Blood, injuries and canon-typical violence. This goes without saying, given the universe.

• Sexually suggestive themes and scenes. No actual smut or explicit scenes will be displayed, but they will be hinted at.

• Strong language. It's me - of course there'll be cursing.

• Smoking, alcohol and some references to drugs.

• Manipulation, gaslighting and other toxic behaviours.

With that being said, I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume.

3. Original character references

I don't want to give out the characters' full information, the reason being that I'd rather that you get to know them naturally.

However, I do want you to have visual references so that you have a clear image of them, which is why I've commissioned artists to draw the characters for me! Follow the links at the bottom of the post to get commissions from them!

So, all you're getting from me is their names and appearance. You'll have to figure them out as characters as the story progresses.

Please note that the following art and characters are mine to use, and I do not give permission for anyone to use the artwork for any kind of face claim for your own characters or role-playing.

Feel free to come back to this section if you ever forget what the characters look like! I've written their names with a western style, so first and last.

Characters under the cut!

3.1 Eichi Touju

3.2 Inei Nozomi

3.3 Kaji Hidaka | "Astarot"

3.4 Roa Kaishuu

3.5 ??? | "Kairo"

3.6 Migaku Hidaka

3.7 Renjirou Hidaka

• Eichi, Inei, Kairo, Kaji, Migaku & Renjirou's artist: Wafflecaramel on Etsy

• Roa's artist: Kechidato on Etsy

#mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha #my hero academia #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #reader insert #yn #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #league of villains #league of villains x reader #class 1a #mr compress #kurogiri #aizawa #spinner #twice #himiko toga

[pearl-blue-musings]

Oh, bby girl. You can choose whoever you want for me, you know me best! I didn't know you wrote for Aizawa until now so...maybe???

-🌸

👀👀 how have i NOT shared my love of aizawa with you all????

Slight manga spoilers yee been warned

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x reader

You’re shaken from your sleep when you hear the sound of metal against tile. Following that is the sound of grunting and panting. You turn over to where your lover is supposed to be and see it empty, the sheets being illuminated by the light of the bathroom. You push yourself out of bed and slip on your slippers, grabbing a robe and tying it around your waist. You trudge over to the door and push it open slightly.

“Sho? What’s going on?”

You put your hand on his shoulder as he sits on the closed toilet. Your voice is laced with tiredness and concern. Aizawa places his head in his hands as his shoulders shudder. You move to kneel in front of him, placing your hands on his knees to steady yourself. The metal under your hand feels colder than usual to the touch, curling your fingers on it to feel something. Clear warm liquid falls onto the metal of his leg causing you to perk your head up. You coo a bit and pull his hands away from his face. Your hands cup his face, your thumb rubbing close to his eyepatch, a comforting move he’s grown to love.

Aizawa grabs at your wrists and lets himself silently cry. He presses your forehead to his in order to truly capture himself in the present moment, in you. You hear his voice tremble and his breath catch in his throat. When he finally manages to speak, you hear his voice crackle in his throat. “I saw…”

You rub at his skin and finish his thought. “Oboro?”

He nods and holds onto you tighter. Ever since he’s returned from the hardest fought and endured battle, your lover hasn’t been the same. This is the third time this week he’s woken up in the middle of the night. But this is the worst nightmare he’s had. Aizawa’s voice and resolve is almost gone, broken just like his own voice. “This time,” he starts, “this time they took Hizashi. Oboro was still Kurogiri and was recognizable. He knew what he was doing and I couldn’t stop him.” You feel his breathing gets shallow and his body shake as he continues. All the while you’re giving him comforting touches on his skin.

“He hurt you,” his voice gives out finally. Tears fall down his cheek as the dream plays in his head once more. “Oboro hurt you and I couldn’t stop it.” Aizawa lifts his head from his hands to hold your gaze. He gently cups your face and you lean into his touch. “The people I love most always end up hurt or worse.

“Leave me. Before you end up hurt or die because you’re associated with me.”

Your eyes widen as a tear escapes. You’ve heard him cry and bare his emotions in front of you, but this is something completely new to you. What he saw in his nightmare was hell on earth. All his loved ones and reasons for being were turned against him, hurt, or killed all because of him. The bags under his eyes weren’t just from physical exhaustion, but also emotional and mental exhaustion. He’s been holding on to so much and it all manifests in his dreams, reliving and creating the worst scenarios imaginable.

You stand up and bring him to rest in his feet. Aizawa follows your movements and once he’s standing, he lowers his head to the juncture of your neck. His hands wrap around your waist as he pulls you in, crying into your warm skin. “It’s okay,” you whisper in his ear. “I’m right here…” Your voice is a soothing mantra as the two of you sway to the music of your hearts. His body is taut against yours yet it molds to yours perfectly. You run your hands in his hair, scratching at his scalp.

You’re not sure how long the two of you have been standing in the bathroom, the buzz of the lights and ticking of the clock the only sounds you hear aside from his light sniffles. When you feel him stop swaying, you pull away and look up into his eyes, tinted red from crying and sleepiness. His breathing is slow and heavy as he lays his forehead against yours. You brush your nose against his, smelling him and curling your fingers into his skin. You speak up gently, “you did not deserve what happened to you, okay? Those things happened and they weren’t your fault.” You pause to kiss his nose as he shudders. “I am here, Hizashi is a few doors down, and Oboro is being rehabilitated.

“You’re safe. We are safe, and I’m not going anywhere. I love you too damn much.”

Aizawa let’s out a calming breath, interlocking his fingers with yours. He pecks your lips a couple times over, finally coming to peace. You give him a calm smile and rub your hand up his arm. “Shall we get some sleep?” He nods and lets you pull you to bed. You lift the sheets and drag him in. He falls to side and you face him, intertwining your legs together as your arm rests on his waist. You watch him fall asleep calmly, your fingers playing with his hair as soft snores leave his lips, hopefully dreaming of happier times.

#🌸 anon #yara’s shell friends #aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shota angst #aizawa angst #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my writing #i did the thing

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The 'Great' MHA Read Along, Part Five (Chapters 22-44): The Mandatory Exploitive Tournament Arc

Been awhile, huh? Let's see if I can still pull this off. I'm warning you, this is probably going to have a bit of heft to it.

We start off people trying (and failing) to investigate Shigarki and the Villains and, first off, a couple of things. The whole, 'Quirk Registry' shit? Very X-Men. I'm... kinda mixed feelings on it. It makes sense for a government to try and keep track of this kind of shit, but at the same time it feels like a whole lot, you know? That said... the way the guy in the suit phrased it makes it seem like they only searched for 'Shigaraki/Disintegration' and 'Kurogiri/OP warping' pairings, which seems... dumb. Like, really dumb.

Are they.... are they not going to search for anyone with a similar Quirk? Because it sounds like there are other people with similar Quirks, so... what about them? Oh, this pale haired guy who mutters a lot about how horrible heroes are isn't named Shigaraki, so clearly this isn't the guy? Do some ground work or something, man, bloody hell.

*spits out drink*

Even All-Might thinks Shigaraki is a man-child, lol. Brutal. That said... Vlad goes, 'You mean he's just like a kid with a 'power' or something?!'

And I. My dude. You're just some guy with a power. It feels like some depersonalization of the 'villains' because, yeah, everyone in this story is, in fact, just some rando human, 99.9% of the time with super powers. I don't know, it just feels like that's this really concerning perspective for someone in authority to have.

'I keep forgetting this is an actual school!'

That. That's... actually really concerning? Everyone, literally everyone, from Aizawa, to the students, to the actual author, can't seem to figure out if UA is some military academy meant to pump out child soldiers, or an actual high school meant to prepare children to go into society. And not to belabor the point here, one I've talking about on and off again for awhile, but that's fucked up.

I can't help but get the impression that UA (and presumably every other hero academy) is some military complex, setting up the students to live a life where the only way they know how to live is through violence and trying to be famous, but it's just... pretending to have standards, pretending to care for the kids as anything more than the next generation of... idol-police, or something. The way every school related thing is so out of place, the way their grades are so unimportant... it's very telling.

And like. It's not a bad thing, per say. Morally bad, sure, but from a story telling perspective? For a story like this, the way the heroic's school is morally dubious is actually a really good plot point to work off of. But... that's the problem. It never happens.

If the setting was fucked up enough, it'd be understandable if it wasn't explored, but it's not. I feel like there's some fertile ground to talk about... how heroes don't know how to handle living normal lives. How to cook, clean, do taxes, hIstory (which is, of course, very loaded sort of topic in a more dystopian kind of a set up) and so on. There's no way they have the time and energy to do all the thing a normal kid should do at their age, and as they grow up, and get these dangerous, fucked up jobs? There has to be consequences to that.

And the next line later, they bring up, you know, a bunch of terrorists just attacked the school. Which is, in fact, a serious fucking concern! What does Aizawa say?

'No no, we're only doing because we're so sure we have this shit locked down.'

Spoiler alert: They did not, in fact, have this shit locked down. In the least.

My god, this is so fucked up. It's pretty clear that the fact this is still happening is because UA, and heroics as a whole, honestly, is doing a show of force to try and make all the bad things go away. In all honesty, they're putting these kids lives at risk; the only reason nothing went wrong isn't because 'the school had all its ducks in a row when it comes to crisis control' or what the fuck ever, but because AFO didn't want to do anything. And you know why he doesn't interfere?

Because it's so damn useful for him that they flat out broadcast the details of the students and what their Quirks are!

And don't even get me started on this 'Olympics have fallen out of favor' bullshit. It's a world wide event, and it doesn't matter if the population has... shrunk (? That's what my translation says, anyways. Is this honestly saying that so many people died that the Olympics no longer holds any attraction? I mean.. what? What the fuck? What happened???? Why in the hell is this getting brushed over?! Or is that just a bad translation, and if so what is he saying is the reason the Olympics no longer have any appeal?) or whatever, because that's just... bullshit. That's just bullshit. If super powers happen, and they get at all stabilized and regulated like they are in here, all that's going to happen is that the powers are going to be part of the Olympics, and a lower population count really isn't going to change the fundamental reasons why it's popular in the first place.

Speedster racing, various forms of competitive flying (racing (in all its variations), acrobatics, mid-air dancing, synchronized flying.... flight along has dozens of potential new Olympics sports, easy), something like shot-put hurling but with some kind of projectiles, fire, lasers, whatever? Oh yeah, the Olympics are going to be just fine.

So please, Hori, spare me your obsessive need to make heroics the most important thing EVAH all of the time.

But, wait, there's more! It's not just, the new super Olympics, oh no, this is for their careers. In high school. This is, apparenlty, a make or break moment for the rest of their lives (again, with however that undefined heroics ranking and what not works). How old are they? What, fifteen? 'Here, go do bloodsports, and if you fuck up, you're going to be a menial, loser fry-cook of a wannabe police officer, dressed in brightly colored spandex for the rest of your life, barely making any money, and never getting any real respect or validation for putting your life at risk'.

Oh, I have opinions on the Sports Festival, believe me, I have a lot of opinions, but I'd like to save at least some of these more for when the actual Sports Festival starts, and not, like, five pages into the first chapter out of what, twenty two? We've got the time.

Uraraka! You're an actual character! My, this is nostalgic. I always loved the contrast between her hyper cute-zied design of her and the fact she's down to beat the living shit out of someone at the drop of a hat, and it's nice to have that again.

(Also, she's showing more ability to inspire the class here than Bakugou has shown literally the entire series, no matter how much Hori goes on about his 'charisma' or whatever.)

And then we get into her "impure" motivations to be a hero, (which I've also talked about on occasion), and it's very humanizing, both for Uraraka as a character, and the industry as a whole. It's one of those great set ups Hori ended up dropping on world building, which sucks because it'd be so interesting if he got into the nuts and bolts of the world a bit. I'm not saying we need to see the tax code or anything, but for a series that's about corruption and what not, some more detail would really help pull all of this together.

Ah, Dumb Might. I didn't miss you, except I kind of did because Dumb Might is still better than Useless-Side-Character Might.

Also, can I talk about how stupid it is that Dumb Might is burning his less than an hour's worth of time 'teaching' students again? Because holy fuck that's such a waste it's honestly criminal.

And what the hell is this switch in motivations, here? All Might never mentioned, you know, replacing him is the Symbol of Peace before now. Before this point, the whole reason he chose Izuku is that he'd be worthy user of his power, not, what, replacing him. If Izuku never gained any real fame, but still managed to save a lot of people? Before-this-point All Might would have been fine with that. More than that, he would have been proud of it, proud his successor was humble and chose to focus on doing good rather than fame. Hell, not too long ago it was pointing out by All Might that Izuku wouldn't want to use All Might's fame to benefit himself, to go slow and steady and earn his success rather than relying on fame.

Where the fuck did this come from? What the fuck kind of pressure is he trying to put on this kid?

And then right after that, we see flashes of who All Might used to be with the whole 'don't forget how you felt at the seaside park, that day', bit. Because, like, that's good. That's great! It's real, and deep, and gritty, and I'd love it if it wasn't being use with this set up, because those expectations work in other shonens, but they don't work here. Izuku can't do what All Might did, because he can't stop damn hurting himself. Going Plus Ultra, here, now, for this? It could cause real, serious harm to him for the rest of his life! And for what? To make a good impression?

And if something would call him on that, it could still work, because All Might is canonly shit at taking care of himself, that could, like, close the circle for all of this, bring it together with the two them as shit at at self care as a place to build them improving off of, but for whatever reason, Hori never went all the way on that because he was too damn afraid to commit to it, commit to a story, commit to a theme, commit to a moral.

...Holy shit, how many pages is this? We haven't even gotten to actual Sports Festival yet in the post about the damn Sports Festival.

And now we have this creepy, kind of morbid mob of people filling the hallway to stare at Class 1-A for.... being attacked by terrorists.

*what the fuck.jpeg*

What is wrong with you people?! What the actual hell is wrong with you???

And then Shinso rolls up:

"Wow. Look at these arrogant assholes, so excited about not getting killed. I'm going to declare war on them, because they deserve it for getting all high and mighty."

...

You know, I completely forgot about the epic story of, 'Shinso Hitoshi and his Completely Unmerited Persecution Complex'. I'm sad that I remember that now.

Bakugou: "People's opinions don't matter once your at the top."

Me: *looks at how much people's opinions matter to getting to the top, and staying there*

Me: ...Uh.

Thank you, Kaminari, for pointing out his edgy bullshit is, in fact, actually bullshit, and is only going to make his life more difficult for no reason. I like you as an actual person who does things other than cheerlead for Bakugou.

Izuku. Izuku no, Izuku...! Damn it. Bad Izuku. Bad! Stop getting inspired by the festering waste spewing out of Bakugou's mouth!

Cue all of two panels of the media being absolute assholes only out to make ratings with no redeeming features.

And... here's the actual Sports Festival, god knows how long into this post later!

(if you believe the text editor I just posted all of this into? Well into four pages. ...Even with my generous use of spacing, I think I have a problem.)

..Wait. Wait. Where the hell is this happening?

*does five seconds of research on the wiki*

I'm right. They have a stadium for this. Like, a giant ass sports stadium that exists for this. Only for this. That is used once a year.

At this point, I'm honestly wondering why UA isn't just it's own city. Like, Izuku should have moved here, along with the rest of the students, and all the families and various staff needed to run this just.... live on site. It's not like it'd cost them anything, since they apparently have spare cities sitting around for the kids to trash.

That's... that's actually a really interesting idea? Because it'd be a hero run city, then, which feels like it'd work well into the over commercialized, corrupted state heroics is supposed to be like, their overwhelming level of influence. I don't think that's what Hori was going for, to be clear, I think he has no idea just how much space he's causally put on UA's campus and didn't think through the implications... at all.

Ooh, and here comes Todoroki's characterization.

And... here comes the bloodsport, because that's what all of this is: bloodsport. They're throwing a bunch of teenagers onto this stage, broadcast them to the entire country, and have them fight against each other for fame. This society is so fucked up.

Random Gen Ed kid: Yeah, he placed first in the Heroics Entance Exam.

...Yeah. As fucking stupid as it is that Bakugou somehow placed first, it does make sense the person who place first in the Heroics Entrance Exam would be class representative in a school for heroics. Damn, you're salty, kid, but you're also kinda dumb, not going to lie.

Bakugou: *opens his mouth on live TV*

Bakugou: *vomits diarrhea for the entire country to see*

Izuku: ...Wow, Bakugou's so cool! He's grown up and mature now!

...Izuku. Izuku, buddy, please, stop doing this to yourself.

As yet another thing I've mentioned before, a lot of our views on Bakugou comes from Izuku. Izuku who has, from chapter one, all but worshipped Bakugou. Even when he does things wrong, even when he's actively fighting against him, Izuku can't stop himself from going on and on about how great Bakugou is, how cool and tough and determined he is. Izuku's hero worship of his abuser is sheltering Bakugou's actions from the readers, papering over all of his worst traits with a a transparent facade that he's this glorious figure. It's the narrative going the extra mile to cover his arrogant ass, to make him seem like a rival instead of an bully, someone worthy of respect rather than contempt.

Hmm. I don't want to go too much into the nuts and bolts of the event, I think, since I've done that before, so let's try something else: How Many Times Could This Kill A Literal Child? Where I, you guessed it, count how many times a teenager could have been killed, on national television, in this event.

Count one: The start of the race itself, where... *counts how many kids are in 1-A, multiplies by eleven*... two hundred and twenty kids run forward at the same time, trying to force themselves through the same opening. This shit is why it's illegal to shout fire in a theater, because a stampede like this could get someone trampled to death, or maybe crushed by the sheer weight of the crowd (which is something that happens, someone getting killed by the a crowd of unruly people just... squeezing them on accident).

*stares at Shinso being carried around like a wannabe king instead of using his own damn legs judgingly*

Count Two: Mineta gets bitched slapped by a robotic arm bigger than he is. I don't think I have to get into how that could be fatal.

Count Three: The army of Zero Pointers who could easily step on someone.

*Momo wondering about how UA can fund this makes me feel very validated, BTW*

Count Four: Todoroki dumping the Zero Pointer on the rest of the competition to block the way, again for obvious reasons. He obviously doesn't meant to, but this kid isn't even looking back. This is both lamp shaded and then dismissed because it happens to the only two people who could shrug that off, but holy shit that could have killed so many of them.

...The cameras are robots. The cameras are robots with AIs that are cheering on the other robots. I- I can't- what?!?

And then everyone can't stop themselves from praising Bakugou for the radical idea of going over a problem instead of blasting through it. Wow, Bakugou. Amazing. Such brains, such smarts.

Count Five: The Fall. Because there's no way that anyone could get themselves killed by. You know. Falling. If I was more generous, I'd say something like, 'There's probably something down there to catch them if they fall', but I'm not terribly impressed by UA's ability to actually keep these kids safe, so that doesn't make me think they'd have thought that through that much.

Grudgingly, I'm going to give a landmines a pass, because they're explicitly supposed to be non-lethal, and them blowing up didn't do any real damage. Burns, maybe, possibly a broken limb, probably some scars, but this count is about people dying. Izuku's pile could have been, maybe, but that's a level of deliberate action on his part big enough that I can't really blame UA, per say.

Eraserhead, on how 1-A has improved: I didn't do anything.

...Well. At least he's honest.

One other thing: I've said before how bullshit All Might telling Izuku to 'fight to win' was, and right here, here's the proof: All Might explicitly going, "I was afraid you'd be too nice to try and beat other people in competitions, but you proved me wrong! I'm so proud!". You know, fighting to win. Like he later says Izuku doesn't for some mysterious reason *cough*, to make him seem at the same level as Bakugou, *cough*. Poor, poor All Might, yet another victim of Bakugou's narrative warping favoritism.

And here we see the management kids going all out in how to sell Izuku and his brand, which is so very fucked up, for them and the people they're 'selling'. I'm aware this is something that celebrities go through, (which is fucked up for them as well, don't get me wrong; I'm an equal opportunity 'this is fucked up' call out-er), but these kids are in high school. The fact that they're doing this, and getting this done to them, in such numbers, in such an early age... yeah. There's no way this could give them lots and lots of long term stress and psychological problems, right?

Meanwhile, as we get to the offical rankings, I think it's time go back over the 'How Many Times Could This Kill A Literal Child?' count... at five. Five times they could have been killed on complete accident.

That is not a good score.

I'm stopping it here because the other events don't have the same problem, but instead of a whole new problem of delibrately pitting them against each other. On live TV. With minimal supervison. Cementoss popping in at the last second in Izuku vs Todoroki, considering how badly Izuku got hurt in the process, does not fill me with a great sense of these fights being well monitored.

*gets an omake chapter*

*Bakugou gets called Izuku's childhood 'friend'. Bitch, please.*

So. Here's a new point: the million point bullshit is... well. Bullshit. It's the snitch in Quiddich all over again, giving the hero something both super import, with an extra layer of difficulty, to drive up the stress and stakes, only kicked up by a million. Making more than the others makes sense, and making it enough to pass by itself is still pretty reasonable, but making it so excessively much has no point other making Izuku feel isolated from his peers and hunted by his classmates.

Also, Mt Lady going on about how 'great' an exercise the second round is is missing the point that this is literally a thing Japanese kids do in school. Literally, this is a game they're playing with Quirks, not some tactical exercise; it's like saying that playing hide and seek makes you great at hunting people down or something. Again, Hori, dial back your constant need to tell us how great the Sports Festival is. Because it isn't. It really, really isn't.

More doses of everything drooling over how great Bakugou is, and how much of a total shit of a human being he is, joy. Mineta and Shouji's teamup is actually pretty damn brilliant, even though it's tainted by how much of a one-dimensional character Mineta is. Iida is getting shown as Izuku's enemy, but honestly it looks more like he's just trying to improve himself more than anything, while acknowledging how competent Izuku is. Not just that he won the first round, or has a lot points but that Izuku, as a person, is the goal he wants to surpass; there's some good shit there, and pretty validating, if Izuku could allow himself to accept it.

Oh Mei! Mei... actually, I have a post I need to do about the Mei and Izuku dynamic at some point, how they're so designed to work together, but yeah she's fun.

And then Uraraka thinks about how strategic Izuku is being and again, I can't help but contrast this with how things happen later on; even if Izuku never lets himself really feel the respect people have for him, people at this point in time really, honestly seem to respect him, not for his Quirk, but for his brain, his determination, his heroism; it's so well setup for Izuku to stand on his own two feet without OFA and it's some really good stuff. It's a shame Hori gets rid of it.

Hmm. Class B. Class B is... interesting. They're set up as rivals but after this it never goes anywhere, and just leaves us with a bad impression of Monoma, without letting him get a good chance to get past it. I don't like him, honestly, his personality grates at me and he needs to get over himself, but he doesn't deserve the hate he gets from the fandom.

That said, though, the Class A vs Class B victory philosphy is honestly just another example of destroying yourself vs having realistic limits, how All Might and Izuku keep destroying themselves vs everyone else not doing that. The fact Class B is actually thinking ahead is smart, but the series doesn't give them that credit because it's not ambitious enough... even though that runs straight into conflicting with Izuku and his issues.

Hori, fucking commit already. In all honesty, it feels like 1-B should have won over Bakugou and knocked him out of the compition; they planned it out, and played him like a sucker, because he's a bullheaded moron. It's all right there, but right as they win... Eraserhead shows up in the booth and says, 'Yes, you've won, but actually no, because Bakugou need to win anyways. So he is. Because REASONS!' Then All Might gets dragged into that same bullshit just to make it really clear that no, Bakugou is right. Planning? Strategy? That's for losers. Real winners just need to want it hard enough, and no one wants things more than Bakugou!

It would have been better, as a story, and for everyone's character development, if that had happened. Bakugou would have lost to some 'nobodies', Izuku would have gone past him without even validating him with a fight, and Class B and Monoma would have gotten a better chance to show themselves as characters; win win win.

And then Endeavour shows up. Fuck Endeavour. Also that is a man who looks like a serial killer. Dumb Might continues to reign and be completely unable to recognize when someone hates him when he monologues about it right in front of him.

Meanwhile, Bakugou is just... there. For some reason. Why? Why does he need to be there for this? It makes his hissy fit later even worse when you realize he knows why Todoroki doesn't use his fire, and it has literally nothing to do with him. Ignoring him, though, Todoroki and Izuku's moment here is some good stuff, a nice setup for a healthy rivalry based on mutual respect, rather than the toxic mess he has with Bakugou.

Ugh. That cheerleader bullshit. Honestly, it says a lot that they can be told that, 'Aizawa says you need to dress up as cheerleaders', and apparently no one questions this, because of course Aizawa would pull some kind of weird bullshit on them with absolutely no warning at what anyone else would think is the worst possible time.

Midnight being really creepy about how she talks to teenagers, of course, and now... Shinso.

'Consent is for losers' Shinso. 'Everyone is coasting on their Quirks except for me, who only knows how to use my Quirk' Shinso. 'Let me use my Quirk on someone before we even get in the arena so I can blatantly cheat' Shinso. 'No one else has dreams or ambitions' Shinso.

I don't like Shinso. I like the idea of Shinso, sure, but that idea is another one of those paper thing veneers Hori likes to put on his characters, without doing the work to make that match the reality; the only hardship we've seen him go through is his apparent inability to work hard. Like, everyone loves Shinso, in story and out, they can't stop themselves from telling him how great his Quirk is. And you know what? It is. It is a great Quirk.

But Shinso talks like he's had a such a hard time with it, even though he seems to love it, love using it, and the way he acts, like he knows he can go through a career as a hero based only on that Quirk. He's wrong, since he's so out of shape he can't even run, apparently, but he's operating off that assumption at this point, which conflicts with his poor little martyr act.

I want you to look at the iceberg Todoroki makes, and compare it to his efforts against Stain. If he did that against him? That fight would have been over the minute he showed up, and Todoroki ambushed him. This is pretty much our last moments of Todoroki, certified badass, before the nerfs roll in. Savor it, Todoroki fans, because he'll never recover from having to lose against Bakugou.

Another omake, which seems like foreshadowing about Hori deals with women characters: bringing up a good characterization, or valid idea (do women heroes need sexiness to do their jobs?), before throwing it away to fall for the same tropes that he was making a stand against just a minute ago (women getting in a cat fight, which apparently gets really explicit, all of this on a TV before Mineta, Hori's avatar of his own horniness).

Then, as if to prove my point, we get Bakugou vs Uraraka where, like Class B before her, she does everything right, gets the win... and then gets it taken away at the last minute by idiotic bullshit pulled out of nowhere (since when could Bakugou make a blast like that? Why does he need those bomb gauntlets if he can do that?) because Bakugou isn't allowed to lose. And then Eraserhead, Hori's mouthpiece, shouts down the crowd, and us, when we think bad thoughts about it because that isn't allowed either; we need to love Bakugou.

Bakugou respects women! ...Just as much as he respects everyone else. That is to say, he doesn't. Hell, he doesn't respect her enough to think Uraraka planned her own fight! He just gets one line for one second that makes it seem like he respects her, but of course once that moments gone it's back to the normal level of complete disrespect. That's totally character growth right there, one second of acting different before returning right back to standard behavior.

So... Izuku vs Todoroki. I like the fight, it's very dramatic, very cool, but... stop to think about it a second, and about a minute in, Izuku's entire ass hand is broken. That is not OK. Why are they letting it go on? It's simultaneously a great fight, but a seemingly awkward implementation of Izuku having a Quirk, because so much of this arc is built off of him not using a Quirk, not having it. This fight only works with it, though. And it's cool, don't get me wrong, but it's shallow at the same time because of the Quirk, because Izuku has to go Plus Ultra, has to go past his limits. Instead of accepting a more reasonable win, he has to win, period, and he doesn't have the power for that.

There's this awkward conflict here between the story's various narratives, between Izuku needing to suffer, and struggle, and break himself, and his more grounded planning and actions, and you can see Hori's old, better planned out ideas getting replaced with newer, less thought out ones. It's honestly kind of a theme for this arc in it's own right.

Flaws aside, though, the fight is gripping, and it's a great setup for Todoroki, a great starting point in making him an important character, in giving him growth. Shame Hori ends up throwing all that away literally the next fight.

Well, before that happens, let's talk the one two punch of, 1, Izuku having done himself permanent, life long damage, which nobody thought to stop, and 2, the sheer, unmitigated clusterfuck of Recovery Girl going, 'I'm not going to treat wounds like these'.

So. If Izuku breaks anything... well. She's not going to treat that. I guess he has to walk around with a broken finger/hand/arm, without any medical attention whatsoever? Well. I certainly don't see any problems with that.

Then we get Bakugou, who canonly has problems using his Quirk for extended periods of time, outlasting someone by using his Quirk for extended periods of time, before going on to fight someone who uses cold, his canon weakness, and ignoring how it should completely neutralize his Quirk to overpower it, through what I can only call his sheer, narrative warping concentration of favoritism.

On what happens after he wins... I've seen people say that he doesn't mean to attack Todoroki, just try to wake him up, but looking at that scene: he's holding Todoroki's body up with one hand as if to shake him, sure, but it's the other hand that's the problem. The way he's holding it is, for his Quirk, an offensive pose, making it ready to attack his target. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt (against my own opinion) and say it's not proof positive that he was about to attack, but there's no getting around that Bakugou had himself perfectly set up to hit Todoroki, full blast, while he was unconscious. Even if it's the more innocent explanation, that feels like something that should have disqualified him because... that's really concerning. That feels a step away from him threatening victims he thinks should have stood up for themselves or something; it's not heroic, in the slightest. The fact they had to knock him out, presumably for Todoroki's own safety, says enough about how bad that is.

The fact that the ending comment is basiclly lamenting from his perspective, that this 'isn't what he wanted' is... certainly a choice. He won, but, gasp! The person with long held issues in using his full power that long predate him didn't use his full power! The poor baby!

Then we get to the award ceremony where they... chain him up? Why!? If the doesn't want the damn award, don't give it to him; they let those guys earlier give up when they felt they didn't deserve it, why is Bakugou different? It feels like it's Hori tying him up here, against Bakugou's own will, and characterization, to give him that win just so he can win, but also to forcefully set up Bakugou's own importance with the League later. It's ham handed. It's probably child abuse. It's stupid.

It's fucked up all the way down, is what I'm saying.

Then All Might shows up, and fucks up his entrance timing because he's not allowed to win anymore, of course, and then forces that medal on Bakugou.

Uuuugh.

Last couple of panels, though, are pretty nice: we build up Uraraka's character, get the next arc set up, set up Izuku (fucking finally) getting away to use his own damn power, and develop Todoroki a bit.

A nice little cherry on top of the shit sundae.

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[moumouton4]

My Quirk Is No Quirk || Tomura Shigaraki x reader

A/n : The quirk isn't like Aizawa's because even his quirk doesn't affect reader

Warning : Nope only fluff

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You always had a very advanced control over your quirk compared to others of your age. You were a bit like the Itachi Uchiha of your town

The reason was simple, your quirk only had 2 levels of control. The 1st one was to block weak quirks and the 2nd one was to block strong quirks

It became like second nature, like turning on or off a switch

You had enough and worked hard to create new levels. A 3rd level that blocked only part of the quirks instead of completely erasing them but only for you, - like you can walk through flames or not be wounded by weapons if it comes from a quirk - and even a 4th that allowed you to control their quirk instead

However you always hid your quirk, to give you a surprise advantage over your enemies if they thought they were superior to you

So you relied on hand to hand combat, making them believe that you were quirkless or that martial arts was your quirk

Anyway, here we are 4 years later and you are part of the League of Villains

Your revolutionary and anarchist side had caught the eye of their leader, the great Tomura Shigaraki

And one day, during a fight when he told you that he was going to protect you at all costs you answered that you accepted to be his girlfriend and that's how you ended up together

However there was one thing you missed and craved and that was his touch

And he was way too stubborn there was no way to make him touch you

"I told you I was going to protect you from everything and that includes me"

"But just holding your pinky is ridiculous Tomura I'm not a school girl !"

"I don't care your safety is more important than anything else"

You continued to argue, as you had planned

You continued to push him until anger overcame his usual behavior

He threw his hands up in the air and that's when you grabbed his hand in yours, making sure to block his alter first

His eyes widened and he tried to take his hand away from your grip, yelling at you that you were stupid and that it was inconsiderate

But you knew what you were doing and refused to release his hand

He continued to shout fortunately only Kurogiri was in the head quarter

He reflexively closed his eyes feeling tears welling up in his eyes, he didn't want to see you die, not from his hands

You exerted a shrewd pressure on his arm to signal your presence which made him open his eyes

When he met your gaze, his mouth opened and closed like a fish

"Y-y-y-you... I-I didn't..." he stuttered looking at his trembling hands

You only smiled as you held his hand a little tighter

"See I'm not going anywhere"

"B-but how ?"

"Well let's just say your quirk won't be a problem for us anymore"

He didn't even have time to say anything else when you jumped on him and kissed him languidly

Of course his lack of practice caused him to put too much tongue and to make the kiss sloppy but at least there was contact

Since that moment Shigaraki has always been stuck to you

Surely at the beginning it took a while for him to get used to it

He warns you every time before touching you to make sure that his quirk will not kill you

When the others saw Shigaraki the other day showing you the direction to follow by putting his hand flat on your back their eyes bulged out of their skull, even Dabi

In fact he already knew that's why, during the missions you were paired with, you used your quirk to take away the intensity of his flames so they would be less painful to use

Yet he was the only one who didn't ask you how you were doing

Back to you, in short you are now an extension of Shigaraki's body and he may touch you the way he pleases ( within the limits of consent I must remind, because consent is hot )

His hand is always on your shoulder, or on your lower back when you walk

Or on your neck or in your hair when he kisses you

His hand is always flat and pressing down on you to signal his presence

He doesn't have to sleep alone anymore and he can wrap his legs around you while one of his arms is draped over your waist

He couldn't touch you for so long and now he had decided to take full advantage of it

After some time, he observed that your presence was giving him a funny feeling of familiarity, from a time when he wasn't even interested in all those quirk problems

A time when he didn't even know what his quirk was

The good thing about it, is that he can almost get a full night's sleep from time to time, and since his hands are always busy with you, he thinks less about that unpleasant sensation that itches and burns his skin

There is only you and your soft skin and you are just his and no one else's

And in the worst case scenario, they try, they will have no choice but to end up in dust :')

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🧼🥂 Again my requests are open 🍠🥩

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[scary-grace]

Love Like Ghosts (Chapter 14) -- a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

You knew the empty house in a quiet neighborhood was too good to be true, but you were so desperate to get out of your tiny apartment that you didn't care, and now you find yourself sharing space with something inhuman and immensely powerful. As you struggle to coexist with a ghost whose intentions you're unsure of, you find yourself drawn unwillingly into the upside-down world of spirits and conjurers, and becoming part of a neighborhood whose existence depends on your house staying exactly as it is, forever. But ghosts can change, just like people can. And as your feelings and your ghost's become more complex and intertwined, everything else begins to crumble. (cross-posted to Ao3)

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Chapter 14

There’s something wrong with your house, but you knew that when you bought it. Right now, your house, like everybody else’s, is a total mess. Your fence is down, but Keigo’s yard is scorched lifeless, and the front façade of Aizawa’s house looks like a whole construction crew took a wrecking ball to it. You’ve all been fighting with your insurance companies to make them pay to fix the damage, which involves coming up with a reason for the damages that’s not a bunch of ghosts fighting to the death. Weirdly enough, it’s Tomura who comes up with the explanation: A tornado. The insurance companies buy it, given the reports of unexpectedly high winds that swept over your side of town that night. Sort of. Enough that you all get the repair work at least partially paid for.

You can’t skip work, and you don’t want people messing with the house while you’re not there, so Magne comes over to observe the workers from just outside the property line. The other option was Tomura materializing and staying that way for the duration of the repair, and Tomura’s back to conserving power for when you get home. Now that he knows you like hanging out with him, he’s extremely hard to put off.

The repairs aren’t the only new thing in the neighborhood. The neighborhood’s also got three new residents – Natsu, Nemuri, and the Shirakumo-ghost hybrid that’s going variously by Oboro (their human name) and Kurogiri (their name as a ghost). Natsu hangs out in Keigo’s house, while Nemuri and Oboro live with Aizawa and Hizashi. You’ve got no idea how Aizawa and Shinsou cope with being completely outnumbered by ghosts. The original suggestion was for Kurogiri to stay with you and Tomura, but Tomura rejected that at lightning speed, for reasons he wouldn’t share but were apparently clear to every last ghost in the neighborhood. It’s beyond embarrassing, but you’re getting used to it.

What you’re not used to is the feeling you get when you and Tomura hook up, the one that’s pleased with this but wants the rest, too. The two of you haven’t gone all the way, and you’ve been thinking about it more than you’d like to admit. You don’t want to raise the topic with him. In spite of all of Dabi’s taunting the day you first crossed Hizashi, you’re still not sure Tomura knows what sex is, and part of you is still wary about putting ideas in Tomura’s head.

The rest of you is hinting, dropping massive hints that any human would have picked up on weeks ago. Taking off most of your clothes, not just the ones that are in the way of whatever his hands and mouth are trying to do. Wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding against him until his hips are rocking forward to meet yours. Lying back on the couch or the bed or the floor and pulling him on top of you, talking to him just the way he likes, until he comes at the barest hint of your touch.

Today he’s sprawled out between your legs with his head on your shoulder, struggling to catch his breath as his fingers trace idly along your hip. You beat him to the punch this time, making him come first, and now you’re tense and anxious and almost absurdly wet. The light brush of his fingers over your skin isn’t exactly helping. “Come on,” you complain. You lift your hips slightly, in case he’s at all confused. “Don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing,” Tomura says without lifting his head. “I’m trying not to leave. You don’t like it when I leave too soon.”

He’s right, although you’ve never said as much out loud. “If I can stay longer, we can do more,” Tomura says. His hand shifts from your hip to trace along the back of your thigh, and you startle. “Things we haven’t tried yet.”

Your stomach twists, not entirely with nerves. “Yeah? Like what?”

“You’re the human.” Tomura shifts to one side and his fingers slip between your legs. “You tell me.”

“Um –” You try to think, but now he’s actually teasing you, and it’s hard to think around. It’s also hard to think when you’re running through the list of stuff you’ve already tried and getting wound up in the memories. “There’s fingering, I guess –”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?”

“Yes,” you say, hating the breathiness in your voice. If Tomura was human, you’d never in a million years suggest what you’re about to. “But I could finger you.”

He lifts his head off your shoulder to give you a strange look. “Where? I don’t have one of these.”

His fingers dip briefly inside you, coming away soaked. You’re dragged temporarily out of the moment when you realize that you’ll have to explain anal to someone who’s never needed to use the bathroom, and you push the thought aside. “I’ll explain when we try it,” you say. Tomura nods and lets his head fall back down to your shoulder. Even though you’ve dodged a bullet, you can’t help what you say next. “I could eat you out, too.”

Tomura’s hips twitch against your leg. He likes that idea, even if he’s got no idea where you’re suggesting putting your mouth. “What else.”

“The shower, I guess. We could do all this in there.” You know Tomura’s fascinated with the shower, which is why he keeps trying to sneak in there with you no matter how many times you kick him out. He shifts against you with more purpose this time, and you realize with a jolt that he’s getting hard again. He might not have a ton of stamina, but his downtime is ridiculously short. “Or we could just have sex.”

“I thought this was sex.”

“It is,” you say. You decided a while back that anything involving an orgasm and another person – or ghost – qualifies as sex. “A lot of things count as sex. But when people say ‘having sex’, they’re usually referring to – ah – one thing in particular.”

Tomura’s still teasing you, mostly, but every so often he presses against your clit with the heel of his hand or slides two fingers inside you, curling them at the perfect angle. Your face is heating up, and it’s getting harder to think. You open your mouth to try to explain further and a little gasp slips out. “A thing we haven’t done yet,” Tomura repeats. You can tell just by his tone of voice that he’s pleased with himself, but he never keeps up with the teasing long once you start losing your composure. “What is it?”

He’s relentless now, somehow never rough, always the right speed and pressure to make your legs shake and your back arch. You taught him well, back when you didn’t know you were teaching him anything at all. You struggle to collect your thoughts, but all you can think of is what Tomura’s doing to you with his fingers. And there’s your explanation. “The same as what you’re doing right now,” you say, “except you use your cock.”

Tomura sits bolt upright and stares at you. You’d regret every word you just said if his fingers weren’t still moving, almost on autopilot, working you up to the edge and over it. Lately he’s gotten into kissing you when he knows you’re close – you think he likes feeling your breath catch – but this time he just stares as spots fill your vision and you gasp for air. “Sex,” he says, and you nod weakly. “Let’s do it now.”

“No.” You sit up and scramble backwards on the bed. “We don’t have time for that right now.”

“It won’t take long,” Tomura says confidently, and you burst out laughing. “What?”

You can’t explain. It’s too funny and you’re too out of breath – and if you don’t get out of bed soon, you’re going to be late. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“You can’t tell me that and then say we can’t do it right now.”

Maybe your timing was a little bad. You only jumped on the first chance you saw because you’ve been trying to figure out how to bring it up for weeks. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Stay.”

“I can’t,” you say regretfully. “It’s Himiko’s party. I have to go.”

Himiko’s birthday was back in August, when you were all on high alert about Garaki. She didn’t really get to celebrate it. Now that the house is fixed and things have died down, her mom’s throwing her a belated birthday party, and everyone on the block’s invited – plus almost everyone from Himiko’s class at school. You’re bad at presents and so is Keigo, so the two of you jointly got Himiko a gift card to her favorite clothing store. Her favorite store’s expensive. It took both of your contributions to get her a card she could use to buy more than a pair of socks.

You manage to make it out of bed without much more complaining from Tomura, although he lurks outside the bathroom door, pouting. “Why do humans celebrate birthdays, anyway? It’s just getting older. Getting older –”

He stops talking, which is what always happens when mortality comes up. “Humans don’t see it like that,” you say. Then you think about how your mom used to react to her birthdays. “Okay, some of us don’t see it like that. And nobody sees it like that when they’re a kid. When you get older, you get more freedom. You can do more of the stuff you want to do. People take you a little more seriously.”

You always looked forward to your birthday. Your parents never made many rules for you, or paid much attention unless you screwed up, but they liked a party as much as the next people. “And you get cake and presents. Most people like that.”

“And everyone has a birthday,” Tomura surmises. “When’s yours?”

“It already happened. Don’t worry about it.”

You change into clean clothes, collect Phantom, and head to the front door. Tomura follows you there, like always. Embodied, like always. He’s almost always embodied when you’re home. “When are you coming back?”

“In an hour or less.” You know Himiko invited the whole neighborhood on purpose, but it’s still going to be mostly middle-schoolers, and you’re not the best with kids. “I’ll drop off the present and say hi and be back.”

Tomura still looks unhappy. “You’d stay longer if I could go.”

“You wouldn’t like it,” you say. “Too many people. Too many ghosts.”

“I don’t know if I like it. I haven’t tried it,” Tomura says. He’s quiet for a second. “I wish I could.”

It used to unsettle you when Tomura said things like that. Now it bothers you. Tomura had the chance to embody himself, to break free of the house without destroying it, and he didn’t. You clip on Phantom’s leash and open the door. “I’ll tell Himiko you said happy birthday.”

“I didn’t say happy birthday,” Tomura says, because Tomura’s an asshole. You raise your eyebrows. “Fine. Tell the brat I said happy birthday.”

“Thank you.” You lean in and kiss him quickly, skittering out of range before he can get too into it. The last thing you need is Tomura’s horniness ruining a thirteen-year-old’s birthday party. “We’ll be back soon.”

You and Phantom don’t have to walk far to get to Himiko’s party – it’s just at her house, in the backyard, and in case you weren’t sure, the pink balloons everywhere would be a giveaway. You’re a little late, as evidenced by Keigo hanging out near the gate, clearly a little antsy. “Dabi went in there ahead of me,” he says. “What took you so long?”

He takes a look at your expression and nods. “Right. Been there.”

“Recently.”

Keigo winces. “Yeah. Recently.”

Dabi’s still a scar wraith, and still pretty much an asshole, but the behavior changes you and Hizashi hammered into him have stuck. He’s being a lot nicer to Keigo, which has resulted in their relationship picking back up, which has resulted in Dabi using every chance he gets to pay back Tomura for all the times Tomura’s put the entire neighborhood in the mood. You’ve managed to convince Tomura that ignoring it makes Dabi look dumber than if he tries to compete, but it took a lot longer than you wanted it to.

Still, you and Keigo are in the same boat. It’s nice not to be alone with it. But something occurs to you as you step through the gate. “Wait, there are people here. How is it safe for Dabi to –”

“He’s been practicing embodying the rest of him,” Keigo says. You glance at him, surprised. “Not permanently. He says he’s never doing that. But sometimes he’s all the way there.”

“That must be weird.”

“Yeah. Weirder when he isn’t.” Keigo stops at the edge of the party, and so do you. “How are you doing with that?”

“With Dabi being embodied? Not my circus, not my clown.”

Keigo snorts. “No,” he says. “With Tomura still being a ghost. When he dealt with Garaki, we all thought he might –”

He trails off, giving you a curious look. You look back, daring him to say it. “Might what?”

Before Keigo can answer, you hear a shriek from somewhere at the center of the crowd of kids in the Bubaigawaras’ enormous backyard. Himiko’s spotted you. She breaks from the group and hurries over. “I’m so glad you’re here! Is that for me?”

“You know it.” Keigo passes over the card. “It’s from me and her. Happy late birthday.”

“Happy late birthday,” you echo. Himiko hugs you. “Tomura says happy birthday too.”

“Really?” Himiko beams. “I wish he could come to the party! Jin’s mom made cake! I bet he’d like cake.”

“I don’t know,” Dabi drawls, strolling up from behind Himiko to sling an arm around Keigo’s shoulders. “Cake’s for humans, and he made his call loud and clear.”

Himiko smacks him. “Don’t be mean,” she instructs. “He could still change his mind.”

“How? It’s not like another asshole’s gonna hop the fence.”

“It’s my birthday. You can’t argue with me,” Himiko says. Dabi sticks his tongue out at her, and she sticks hers out in response. Then she seizes your hand with the hand that’s not holding the birthday card. “Come with me! You have to meet my friends!”

Himiko has a lot of friends. That’s not a surprise – she’s the friendliest ghost on the block other than Eri, and she doesn’t like to take no for an answer. She’s invited her whole class, plus a few from the other class in her year, and she introduces you to one kid after another as her “human girl neighbor”. If her friends think it’s weird, they don’t say so. Most of them are too excited about meeting Phantom to pay attention to you. You get yanked through introductions with almost two dozen kids, until Himiko pulls you around and you find yourself face-to-face with someone familiar.

It’s the last person you expected to see here. Your jaw drops. “Izuku?”

Izuku looks really excited to see you. “Hi!”

“You know her?” Himiko’s eyes widen. “How?”

“My dad’s her boss,” Izuku explains. “I helped out with the – you know, the –”

He lowers his voice. “Ghost stuff.”

“Oh.” Himiko nods knowingly. “That was so spooky! You should have seen it! My humans mostly stayed inside, but my big brother Jin went out to fight. So did Magne’s human, and Hizashi’s – and Tomura’s human, too! We thought Tomura was going to lose until Hizashi told him that the conjurer had –”

“Hey, birthday girl!” Hizashi interrupts. You didn’t see him coming, but you’re not spooked. Lately it seems like he’s been making an effort not to scare you. “Let’s stow it with the shop talk, yeah? You’re among friends right here, but your guests might not want to know.”

“Oh, right!” Himiko looks ever so slightly shifty, and suddenly you’re convinced that at least one of these other kids knows about ghosts. Once Hizashi’s gone, she lowers her voice. “I told Ochako.”

“I told Kacchan by accident,” Izuku says. “It’s okay. No one will believe them.”

There’s something a little unsettling about how cheerfully he says it. Someone calls out for Himiko and she hurries off, leaving you and Izuku standing there. Something occurs to you. “How come you’re in Himiko’s year? I thought you were fifteen.”

“I’m thirteen.” Izuku gives you a curious look. “Why’d you think that?”

Because Izuku was conceived while Mr. Yagi was still a ghost, and Mr. Yagi embodied himself permanently fifteen years ago. But maybe you misheard that. Fifteen and thirteen sound sort of the same. Izuku looks like he’s gearing up for something. You watch him, and he watches you, and finally he bursts out with the question, practically vibrating with excitement. “Can I see Tomura?”

“Why do you want to do that?” you ask blankly. “You’ve met live ones before. You met Nemuri when you got here. And Dabi.”

“I’ve never met one who’s still with their house,” Izuku says. “And never one that strong. Dad says Tomura’s almost as strong as he was before he changed. Can I meet him?”

“Um –” You have a feeling you’ll get in trouble with Mr. Yagi for saying yes, but at the same time, you wonder if it wouldn’t be good for Tomura to talk to somebody who’s not you. “At the end of the party. Before your parents pick you up. We can go over and say hi. From outside the fence.”

“Right,” Izuku says seriously. “Live ghosts that still have their houses are supposed to be really territorial. I don’t want to make him mad.”

“After the party,” you agree. Someone collides with you from behind, and you turn to find Eri. “You okay there?”

“Phantom!” Eri hugs your dog, sneezes, and turns her attention to Izuku, her eyes widening as she looks him over. “You’re like us! A –”

“Eri,” Aizawa says, and she claps her hands over her mouth. He looks to Izuku. “My apologies. You are –”

“Half,” Izuku says. Aizawa’s eyes widen, and Izuku turns his attention to Eri again. “Half ghost. The other half of me is human. Like your human.”

“He’s my Dad! He’s not my human,” Eri corrects. “I’ll show you my human! Toshi –”

Eri takes Izuku on the grand tour of the party, introducing him to every ghost – Magne, Dabi, Atsuhiro, Hizashi, Nemuri again, and even the Nomus, who’ve figured out how to use their human side’s life-force to hide the fact that they’re ghosts from anybody who doesn’t know what to look for. For the ghosts’ part, they’re intrigued by Izuku. Hizashi even remarks that he’s never met a half-ghost before. You don’t get the sense that Izuku spends a lot of time with people like him, because he looks like it’s his birthday instead of Himiko’s. You have a feeling that Mr. Yagi is going to have to pry his kid out of your neighborhood with a crowbar.

With that in mind, you definitely shouldn’t take him to meet Tomura, but he sneaks up on you when you and Phantom are trying to sneak out just a little early. “This is the greatest neighborhood in the world,” he says, out of breath. “Can I meet Tomura now?”

“Not alone,” Aizawa says from somewhere nearby. You glance over your shoulder and find him approaching. “It’s unsafe.”

“I’m not alone. I’m with her.”

“The rules are different for her,” Aizawa says. “If you plan to meet Tomura, I’ll accompany you.”

Izuku doesn’t argue, but he does ask questions as the three of you and Phantom make your way down the sidewalk. “Why am I safer if you come along than if you don’t?”

“Tomura is territorial. Paradoxically, he shows some respect for others’ territory,” Aizawa says. “He views me as belonging to another ghost, and is therefore unlikely to harm me.”

“How do you feel about that?” Izuku asks. Aizawa raises an eyebrow. “The possessive stuff. Like how Eri calls Shinsou her human. Does it bother you? Or you?”

He’s looking at you now. Aizawa actually looks surprised by the question – surprised, and like he’s thinking about it hard. You decide to leave the answer to him. He’s the ghost expert, after all. “I don’t believe it’s meant by them the way it sounds to us,” he says after a while. “Not for all of them, at least. Eri says “my human” the same way she says “my brother”. To her, it’s an expression of affection, not ownership. The same goes for Magne and Himiko, I believe. The possessive isn’t problematic in those cases.”

You hear who he’s leaving out, and so does Izuku. “What about Dabi and Hizashi?”

“Ghosts with that degree of power don’t interact with their environment so much as impose their will upon it,” Aizawa says. “They see everything as belonging to them, if they want it and have the ability to take it. Initially they see their humans the same way, until they realize that they can’t get what they really want from us by exerting their power. It’s a significant perspective shift. It takes time to implement.”

“So they don’t learn until they have to,” Izuku says, and Aizawa nods. Then Izuku looks at you. “Tomura’s powerful now, but he didn’t start out like that. How does he look at it?”

You’re in front of your house now, just outside the gate. “Ask him yourself,” you say, and your front door creaks open.

Tomura materializes slowly as he descends the steps and crosses the yard, not settling into full embodiment until he’s at the gate, on his side of a line he can’t cross. He looks warily at Izuku. “What are you?”

“I’m a half-ghost! My mom is human and my dad was a ghost. He’s embodied now, but he was a ghost still when Mom got pregnant with me.” Izuku gets all the words out in one breath. “I’m more like an embodied ghost than anything else.”

“I’ve never seen an embodied ghost like you before.”

“I’ve never met a live ghost like you, either!” Izuku is beaming. “Is this your house? It’s so old. How does it hold together so well? Do you make it hold together with your powers? I guess you could – Dad said you’re strong, and you’re definitely really strong, but –”

“Stop. You’re making my head hurt.” Tomura holds up one hand and Izuku quiets down. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to meet you,” Izuku says. “My dad told me all about you, and me and your human have been trying to track down your conjurer. I know you probably don’t like people coming near you, or other ghosts, but I thought maybe –”

“Maybe what?”

“We could talk or something,” Izuku says. “You’re the only one left of your conjurer’s ghosts, and I’m the only one of me in the whole country. It can get – weird – to be the only one.”

Maybe you’re projecting, but when Izuku says “weird”, the word you hear is “lonely.” And it wouldn’t surprise you if Izuku felt that way. It wouldn’t surprise you if Tomura felt that way, either, today more than other days – when every other neighborhood ghost is out in the world at a party with their humans, and he’s alone in the same house he’s existed in for a hundred and ten years.

But Tomura wanted it this way. If he didn’t, he could have destroyed the house, or he could have seized the chance offered by Garaki’s death to embody himself permanently. He’d rather be a ghost. This is the price.

Tomura studies Izuku for a long moment. Then he turns and goes back in the house. Izuku looks at you, crestfallen. “He hates me.”

If he hated Izuku, he’d have dematerialized in front of him. You shake your head, and a moment later, Tomura comes back with something tucked under his arm. When you realize what it is, you almost lose your shit laughing. “Do you know how to play this?” Tomura asks, waving the Rainbow Fish matching game at Izuku. Izuku nods eagerly, and the gate swings open. “Sit down.”

Next to you, Aizawa makes a sound you’ve never heard in your life – the world’s wheeziest laughter, muffled a second too late. Tomura doesn’t notice. He’s too busy directing Izuku to set up the cards in a specific grid – only after mixing them together – and then realizing that he won’t be able to reach the cards on the sidewalk. “I’ll help,” you say. “Just tell me which ones to choose.”

Phantom is whining and pulling at her leash, but you can’t let her through the gate without wrecking the game. You lift her over the fence and set her down on the lawn, and she runs off to pee behind one of the few live plants in your front yard. When she comes back, she scrambles into Tomura’s lap, and he takes a break from scanning the cards to cuddle with her. Izuku watches, wide-eyed. An embarrassed flush comes up over Tomura’s face when he realizes he’s got an audience. “What?”

“Most embodied ghosts don’t like animals,” Izuku says. “And most live ghosts see them like batteries. Did your human have to explain about Phantom to you?”

“No,” Tomura scoffs. Phantom licks his chin and he shoves her snout gently away. “I never saw them like that. Either of them. Are you done yet?”

Izuku sets the last cards down. “You can go first. It’s your game.” He watches as Tomura points out two cards for you to flip, then poses another question. “Did you know my dad was a ghost when he came in?”

“Hard to miss him. I had bigger problems,” Tomura says. Izuku takes his turn, coming away without a match. “There were people in the house. We didn’t want them there. I needed to figure out how to make them leave. Without making my human leave.”

“That could be tricky,” Izuku says. Tomura points out two more cards to you, one of the same as before and a new one. “Obviously exerting your influence is the fastest way without materializing, but that could scare your human, too. What did you end up going with?”

“Some guy was smoking on the porch and I stuck my hand through it.”

“Nice.” Izuku flips two cards and collects a match.

Tomura was nice about losing to Eri, but you have a feeling he’s not going to be nice about losing to Izuku. Izuku collects a second match, then misses his next one, but not before revealing a card Tomura’s been looking for. He points it out to you and you pass both cards to him. “My dad says nobody’s lived here except your human,” Izuku says to Tomura. Tomura nods without looking up, totally fixated on choosing his next card. “You sort of got to pick who stayed, right? Why’d you pick her?”

Aizawa clears his throat. “That’s personal, Midoriya. If you don’t spend much time around ghosts, you wouldn’t know, but it’s not polite to ask ghosts how they chose their humans.”

It’s less that it’s not polite to the ghosts and more that the ghosts will explain, at length and in cringeworthy detail. It’s not so bad if you’re asking Eri. It’s downright horrendous if you’re asking Hizashi. “Sorry,” Izuku says to Tomura, shamefaced. “I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t know, either.” Tomura points out two cards to you, one he’s flipped before and one he hasn’t, securing a second match. “You don’t have a human. I can tell.”

“Dad says I’m not old enough to have a human.”

“Two ghosts on this block are younger than you. They’ve got humans.” Tomura’s third turn doesn’t pan out. He sits back, still idly scratching Phantom’s ears. “Do you want one?”

“Eri and Himiko might have embodied themselves as children, but they’ve both existed for longer than Midoriya has,” Aizawa points out as Izuku loses his next turn. “Additionally, human customs are different. The relationships ghosts have to their chosen humans can take a variety of forms – parent and child, sibling to sibling, romantic partners. When humans choose another human it’s typically in the romantic sense, and not until they’re older.”

Tomura looks up from the cards. “How old?”

“Older than Midoriya, certainly.” Aizawa considers it. “Legally, humans can’t marry until they’re eighteen or older, but I believe the average age of marriage is rising.”

You majored in sociology. You know this stuff, or you should. “It’s twenty-six,” you say.

“That’s how old you are,” Tomura says.

You don’t like where this is going. “It’s still your turn.”

Tomura gets two more matches, upping his lead, then turns over a card neither of them has flipped yet and loses the turn to Izuku. He fires off a question of his own. “It makes sense that I don’t know this stuff, since I can’t leave. You’re out there all the time. Why don’t you?”

“There aren’t a lot of ghosts left,” Izuku says. He collects three matches in a row. “Not in this country, anyway. My dad and his master did a really good job getting rid of the bad ones. And the other ones mostly keep a low profile, to be safe.”

Tomura snorts. “Nobody around here keeps a low profile.”

“Including you,” Aizawa says severely. Tomura rolls his eyes. “In your case, however, that’s to our advantage. Dabi represents the larger security threat.”

“Not anymore.” Tomura invariably sounds smug when this comes up. “He couldn’t kill his conjurer, so I did it for him. It was easy.”

You don’t like it when he says that. “He almost got you.”

“No, he didn’t.”

“I was watching. I was right there and I know what I saw.” You glance at Aizawa for help. Izuku’s looking back and forth between the three of you like he’s watching a tennis match. “You saw, too.”

“The same thing happened to Tomura as happened to you,” Aizawa says. Your confusion must show on your face, because he sighs and elaborates. “When you hit Garaki with the fencepost, you didn’t hit him as hard as you could have. Your subconscious checked your swing, because your mental barrier to severely injuring another person is relatively high. In Tomura’s case –”

“I didn’t care about killing him. I already killed the Nomu.”

“In Tomura’s case, it likely wasn’t Garaki himself that gave him pause,” Aizawa says, like Tomura didn’t say a word. “Garaki was drawing on a thousand other ghosts to maintain power. Defeating Garaki meant killing them, too.”

It’s quiet for a second. You hadn’t thought about that. Based on Tomura’s expression, he’s been trying not to think about that. “Maybe that’s why there aren’t very many ghosts,” Izuku says with an impressive degree of tone-deafness. “If lots of them die every time conjurers are killed, then I’m surprised there are any.”

“Most conjurers have less than two dozen ghosts,” Aizawa says. You wonder where he’s getting that statistic from. “Conjurers as strong as Garaki are extremely rare.”

“You know a lot about this stuff,” Izuku marvels. He misses his next match, and Tomura promptly capitalizes on it. “You should write a book.”

“He has. Lots of them,” you say. Most of them are still in your house. “You can borrow them if you want.”

Izuku beams at you, but then a car skids to a stop right in front of your house, tires squealing. All four of you jump, and when you see who’s driving the car, your heart sinks. “I am here to pick you up, Izuku,” Mr. Yagi says. He looks furious. “What on earth is this?”

“Just a game,” Izuku says. “We’re being safe, see? All the cards are on my side and Tomura tells his human which ones he wants to choose.”

Mr. Yagi comes closer, studying the setup. “I came along to prevent trouble,” Aizawa says. “There hasn’t been any.”

Mr. Yagi touches Izuku’s shoulder, and Izuku looks up at him. You wonder if they’re talking. Then Mr. Yagi turns his attention to Tomura. The two of them stare for a moment, sizing each other up. “It’s nice to meet you officially,” Mr. Yagi says.

“No, it isn’t.” Tomura’s voice is flat. “I wouldn’t be here if you did your job.”

“No,” Mr. Yagi admits. You wonder just how long Mr. Yagi and his master worked together for. If Mr. Yagi is old enough to have maybe stopped the conjurer before he bound Tomura, then he must be in his hundreds. “Forgive me. Your suffering should have ended long ago.”

“It’s done now.” Tomura looks down at the cards again. You don’t understand what they’re talking about, and a quick glance at Aizawa and Izuku tells you that you’re not alone. “We’re not done with the game yet.”

“Can we finish it?” Izuku asks. “I still have more questions.”

Mr. Yagi looks a little confused, but he nods. Izuku turns back to the cards, bowing his head to focus on his turn. Tomura does the same. When he tilts his head to the side, you spot something odd on his neck. It takes you a moment to place it, but once you do, a jolt goes down your spine. There are three long scratches on the side of his neck, in the exact same place he always scratches – but on the wrong side from where he was scratching today. You’ve only seen him scratch there once, and it was during the fight with Garaki. These scratch marks aren’t fresh. They’re scabbed. Almost – scarred.

When ghosts dematerialize, they wipe the slate clean. When they materialize again, there’s no physical evidence of whatever happened to them before. Tomura scratches his neck all the time, and you hate seeing the marks show up, but he’s dematerialized and reappeared dozens of times since the fight with Garaki. Those scratch marks were deep enough to bleed, but they should be gone. Long gone. Why are they here?

You want to ask somebody – Mr. Yagi, or Aizawa – but you don’t want Izuku to hear. Instead you stay quiet, turning over the cards Tomura points to, pretending you don’t notice the entire rest of the neighborhood gathering around to watch. About half of them are wearing party hats, and the rest are munching on leftover pieces of cake. None of them but Aizawa have met Mr. Yagi before, and as far as you can tell, reviews are mixed. Eri and Shinsou like him right away, but Himiko’s wary of him. Nemuri keeps her distance, along with Dabi and Natsu. You wonder if any of them met Mr. Yagi when he was still a ghost. What they think of him when they see him now.

Izuku’s game with Tomura ends in a tie, at which point Mr. Yagi insists that they go home. As ambivalent as the neighborhood is about Mr. Yagi, they’re much clearer on how they feel about Izuku. “You’ll come back, right?” Himiko asks. “Me and Shinsou don’t have anyone cool to hang out with but each other.”

Jin, Jin’s younger siblings, and Eri all start to protest, and Hizashi piles on by insisting that he’s still cool even though he’s two hundred years old. Izuku’s eyes are shining. He looks up at Mr. Yagi, and Mr. Yagi sighs. “Very well,” he says. “On one condition. That you don’t –”

“Go in Tomura’s house. I know,” Izuku says. He turns back to Himiko and Shinsou. “I can come back any time.”

Himiko cheers and gives him a hug. Shinsou looks a whole lot less certain about the whole thing now that he knows Izuku will be back. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen that look on your own face a time or two since you moved here.

You manage to speak to Mr. Yagi before he gets in his car. “I’m sorry. I thought it would be okay if we stayed outside the fence.”

“It was okay,” Mr. Yagi says. You blink. “I reacted out of fear, not to the facts of the situation. You made a responsible introduction. How did Tomura react to Izuku initially?”

“He wasn’t sure what Izuku was at first,” you say. Mr. Yagi nods. “But he’s the one who brought the game out.”

Mr. Yagi smiles at that. “I believe I understand how he escaped the fate of his conjurer’s other ghosts,” he says. Nobody else has had a theory yet. You raise your eyebrows. “I did some research of my own. This crop of former ghosts and families is not the first to have lived in this neighborhood. It’s been a haven for former ghosts for almost sixty years. None of them would have dared set foot in that house, but they would have sensed Tomura’s presence, and he would have sensed theirs in return. His isolation wasn’t as complete as the isolation of the others. That’s why he remained somewhat sane.”

Mr. Yagi seems confident in his conclusion, and he does know more about ghosts than you do. But you know more about Tomura than he does, and while Mr. Yagi’s probably right about some of it, you’re not sure it’s that simple. It doesn’t feel that simple, anyway. You’re still turning it over in your head as you step through the gate, shut it behind you, and reenter your house. You also have the sense that you’re forgetting something. You’re not sure what.

You remember what it is a split second before Tomura jumps you, but there’s a world of difference between what he does when he wants to hook up and what he does when he wants something else. This is something else. He wraps himself around you, both feet off the ground, holding on ridiculously tight. His voice is muffled by your hair. “You said you’d be gone an hour,” he complains. “That was longer than an hour.”

“They wouldn’t let me leave early. And it would have been rude.” You stagger back a few steps and lean against the wall. It’s the only way you’ll be able to stay on your feet. “Himiko was thrilled you said happy birthday.”

Tomura makes a discontented noise. “It’s not even her real birthday. Her real birthday’s when she got summoned.”

“When’s your real birthday?”

“Spring.” Tomura shrugs. “I don’t know which day. I just feel it when it goes by.”

“Maybe we should have a birthday party for you,” you say. Tomura makes another discontented noise. But now you’re thinking about just how long Tomura’s been alone in here, and it feeds back into the exchange between he and Mr. Yagi that you didn’t understand. “Is my boss really that old? Old enough to have stopped your conjurer from summoning you?”

“No. Old enough to kill him,” Tomura says. “And me.”

You were with it for a second. Now you’re not. “What?”

“When I killed Garaki, all his ghosts died too. If your boss beat my conjurer when they fought, he’d have gotten rid of me.” Tomura goes still in your arms. “He almost did it. I could feel it. I wanted him to.”

Your stomach lurches. “Don’t say that.”

“I wanted him to.” Tomura’s voice is flat, just like it was when he spoke to Mr. Yagi. “I wanted it to be over. We can’t kill ourselves like humans do. That was my chance. And I lost it because of him.”

“Why?” Your voice comes out in a frail whisper. “Tomura –”

“It was never going to change. I couldn’t take it anymore. Isn’t that why humans do it?” He starts to dematerialize, slipping away from you. “You know what you said. Don’t be stupid.”

“No.” You dig your fingers into the back of his shirt and tighten your grip. You’ve never once been able to hang onto him when he’s trying to dematerialized, but this time, for some reason, he lets you. “I don’t know what it was like to be you, here all by yourself. I don’t know why you let me stay, and I don’t care. But I’m glad Mr. Yagi couldn’t kill your conjurer. I’m glad you were still here when I bought this place.”

“Because you like hanging out with me.”

Because I love you. “Sure,” you say. “Let’s go with that.”

“Prove it.”

Now things are going where you thought they were going at first. It’s a relief. Maybe. “How?”

“If you like hanging out with me that much, you’ll be my pillow for a whole movie.”

Tomura’s developed a thing for sprawling out on top of you and staying there, which would be fine if he wasn’t freezing cold to the touch. If he’s up there longer than half an hour, you get a chill. “Seriously?”

“Maybe two whole movies.” Tomura finally materializes fully again, settling back into your arms. “And you have to carry me to the couch.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you complain, but you shift your weight forward anyway. “Hang on.”

In your experience, guys use Netflix as an excuse to get to the “chill” part of the evening, but once Tomura decides what kind of night it’s going to be, he sticks to it. You end up serving as a pillow for he and Phantom at the same time, meaning that most of you is uncomfortably cold and your feet are uncomfortably warm. The two of you are marathoning sci-fi horror, and Tomura keeps asking questions you don’t know enough science to answer. Finally you just wrestle your phone out of your pocket to look up a question about why space travel in real life doesn’t work like in the movies. But once you get your phone out of your pocket, you see an email notification, and you press it on autopilot. Then you begin to read, your heart racing a little faster on every line.

With his head against your chest, Tomura can hear it. “What?” he asks. “Do gravity drives really work? Are you wrong about that like you were about the tornadoes?”

“Are you ever going to forget about that?”

“No,” Tomura says smugly. He pats impatiently at the back of your hand. “What is it? Let me see.”

“Just an email.” A response to an email you wrote months ago, to the curator of the museum housed in the old asylum where Shigaraki Yoichi died.

It’s a pretty brief email. No apologies for the long response delay, just an answer to your question – yes, the files on Shigaraki Yoichi survived. Yes, they’re extensive. No, they’re too fragile to be photographed or scanned. If you want to read them, the curator says, you have to come to the museum yourself.

Fine. You’ll go yourself. You tap out a quick response to the curator and manage to send it before Tomura lifts the phone out of your hands. He can figure out phone calls, and he could probably grasp texting if you gave him the chance, but email’s a little much for him. He drops the phone back on the coffee table, annoyed. “What did it say?”

“There’s something I need to look into about your conjurer.” You think about how far away the museum is, how many documents there must be for the curator to describe it as “extensive”, how you’re going to have to take notes by hand. This can’t be a day trip. You sit up, jarring Tomura out of his preferred position, and he bitches all the way up. But as unhappy as he is about having to move, you’re about to make him unhappier. “How do you feel about having the house to yourself next weekend?”

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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

pairings | keigo takami | hawks x reader + dabi, aizawa shouta, nemuri kayama (midnight), class 1a, oboro shirakumo (mentioned), shouto todoroki, yamada hizashi (present mic), all for one, kurogiri

warnings | angst, hurt/comfort, smut, blindfolds, oral sex, praise, fingering, violence, death, weapons, mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual harassment, description of injury, mention of child pornography, mention of non-consensual recording, discussion of themes present in the hunger games trilogy

status | ongoing ➣ next chapter: tbd

— the reaping (part 1) | keigo’s loyalty to you ran deep; deep enough for him to volunteer for the games in an effort to protect you. before today, he’d never considered volunteering as a real option. but seeing you walk to the stage, practically stepping into death’s hands, the words left him before he fully realized what he was saying.

— meet the tributes – broadcast (part 2) | tune in to a special broadcast from the capital brought to you by president all for one and our new gamemaker kurogiri! this broadcast will announce the tributes representing each district in the 74th annual hunger games. We hope that everyone watching will find a fast favorite, and may the odds be ever in our tributes’ favors.

— goodbyes (part 2.5) | dabi comes to see you and keigo one last time before you leave for the games. he finds that goodbyes are harder when you never expected them.

— steady, steady (part 3) | aizawa helps you and keigo prepare for the games. You want to say you feel ready, but the closer the games get, the more cracks start to form in your confidence.

— the interviews – broadcast (part 4) | tune in to hear from our tributes only one day before they enter the arena! our wonderful host, yamada hizashi, will speak with each tribute and give viewers the opportunity to hear how they are feeling as they anticipate the start of the games.

— let the games begin (part 5) | the games begin, and the tributes begin to realize that the arena may take them out before they can reach the cornucopia. kurogiri clearly wanted to put on a good show when he planned this year’s games.

— falling young (part 6) | as aizawa does his best to help you and keigo from outside of the arena, you run into possible enemies and possible allies.

— desperate measures (part 7) | keigo knew that escaping into his dreams was a bad habit, but it was one he’d never been able to shake. but waking up in the arena becomes harder the better his dream is.

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