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lastchancestardomm · 1 month

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Weirdos

League Of Villains x Child!Reader

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Warnings: References to past child abuse. One mild swear word. Found Family League Of Villains. OC-insert. Italics.

Status - Not Beta Read

A/N: Enjoy... *vaguely gestures* ...this. I've fallen back into an obsession, and this is the only way I cope. Asami Gumi, our protagonist, had a mom who fucking killed her dad (but shh that's sensitive). I love the League so much, and I've been rooting for them since they were introduced, so I thought I might publish this after getting back into My Hero. Anyway, some kind of snippet is coming up so watch for that ig.

Just as she stepped into the base, all eyes snapped to her. Their silence was exactly what Asami expected, and she wanted nothing more than to disappear. She tried tilting the baseball cap upon her head down, so that they couldn't see her face, as she meekly placed the plastic bag on the table.

"Sorry I'm so late, here's the– the food. I'm going to go wash–"

A heavy hand came down onto her white mop of hair and she gulped, tears already welling in her eyes.

A grave voice. "What happened to your face?"

Dabi's voice lowering a whole octave is the scariest thing in the world. Asami was left defenseless, silently begging him not to hit her. Because if he hit her, she will cry.

She hiccuped. "N-nothing..."

"That's also not the jacket you left with earlier! Don't you lie to us." Twice adds from across the room. She's not a liar; why would she lie?

Asami hadn't been staying here for too long, and she didn't believe they cared about her other than when she would go get their food.

"Asami," Kurogiri crosses his arms over his chest with a stern look. "Take the jacket and the hat off. Now."

She can't refuse them when they're all piercing her with their murderous gazes like that. They've been nice enough to keep her here, but they're still villains. Still bad people. She couldn't say they didn't scare her in the slightest. Asami was deathly afraid of what they might do when they see what happened to her.

She slowly, and quite carefully, removed the jacket first. Please don't hit me. The action revealed a few scabbed-over cuts and some bruises on her arms, and the small, circular burn scars on the top of her hands. Those were old. Those weren't important.

When met with silence, she took off the cap too; scrunching her eyes shut and preparing for the worst. More tears came to her eyes yet didn't fall.

"What. Happened?"

Asami flinched at Dabi's harsh question. She avoided his eyes, hands fidgeting idly. No! Don't hit me!

"Answer me, kid."

She picked at a scratch on her palm. "I– I got caught in a– in an attack with Heroes. I got a bit–"

"A bit what!?" Twice slams his hand down on the table as Asa jolts. "Your face has a giant sore! What had hit you?"

"Or who?" Dabi questions, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Asami backs away, defensive about the whole situation. You're gonna hit me, aren't you? "It– it wasn't on purpose! Something... uh– hit the ground and went flying at me–"

"You could've gotten hurt worse than that!" Dabi booms at her, stepping closer. "Why didn't you block it in time? Or at least get out of the way?"

She felt herself getting smaller and smaller by the second. Don't yell. It's bad. "I was running, and I heard someone screaming behind me and I wasn't– wasn't paying attention."

"Aw, Dabi, you don't have to be so harsh," Toga prances up behind Asami, and gingerly wraps her arms around Asa's quivering shoulders. "You're being scary again, tone it down a notch." Yeah. Scary.

"Yeah, stupid. You're going to OP on the yelling. No one wants to hear your mouth," Shigaraki pipes up, seemingly unbothered by the whole ordeal and instead choosing to focus all his attention on his handheld console.

Dabi whirls to face him. "What'd you say, Vaseline? How about you say that with your chest?"

Shigaraki stands up angrily, yet minding the console he held, "I wonder what burnt chicken ashes tastes like–"

Shut up! I said you're scary when you yell! Shut up!–

"Enough, you two!" Kurogiri booms out, "There are more important matters than your pointless bickering."

"Yeah! Our poor birdy Asa got hurt," Toga coos, rubbing over the purple-pink mark on Asami's face. She winces when Toga's fingers brush over the sore spot, yet Asami can't bring herself to push her away. She's too afraid of what the consequences might be. "Daww... that's gonna leave a huge bruise for weeks." As if it wasn't already bruising.

"I'm gonna destroy whichever Hero who caused it," Dabi turns back to her. "Who was it? Was it Endeavor? Best Jeanist? Mirko? One of them U.A kids??"

"I– I don't know. I didn't see them clearly," she squeaks. He's really going to kill her now.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T SEE THEM?!" Blue embers spark from his palms.

NO! DON'T HIT ME! PLEASE!

Asami recoils, scarred hands flying up to protect her face. Although, she stumbled back onto Toga, who catches her with a tiny hum of empathy. For a second, it seemed Dabi's rigid expression softened.

"Hey, hey, take it down a few notches," Twice wraps an arm around Dabi's shoulder. "No need to be so abrasive."

"I'm s-sorry I got hurt, I– I'll try to be more careful next time," All the tears that had built up behind her eyes dribbled down her face. She's mortified. She doesn't want to know what happens if they see her crying.

"Aw, look what you did," Twice exasperatedly motions towards Asami's bowed head. "This is what happens when you're such a tsundere– hiding your feelings all the time."

"Come here, Asami," Kurogiri motions to the empty barstool next to Shigaraki. "Let me take care of your wounds."

"But," she blinks back to clear her vision, "I deserved it, didn't I?" Shouldn't I be in trouble? Why didn't you hit me yet?

"Oh shut up, stop being an emo," Toga pushes Asa towards the chair.

She ends up seated at the bar, finally realizing that her ears and non-injured parts of her face were hot with embarrassment. She continues constricting herself inwards, uncomfortable with her surroundings. Not to mention how perplexed she is.

Shigaraki spares Asami a sideways glance, before mashing his buttons nonchalantly. "That's one hell of a bruise, you're gonna look worse than me for a while."

She can't tell from his tone if he's insulting her, trying to make a joke, or failing miserably at an action of comfort. But someone's tone usually always flew over her head.

Kurogiri places a first aid kit on the counter. "I'll do your face first," he pulls out a few cotton swabs and some kind of disinfectant solution. "It may burn," he gently warns.

Twice leans his arm on the other side of her, "What's with that face, Asami? You look worried."

She paused for a moment, looking down at her feet. You guys are going to hit me. But you haven't yet. I'm scared you'll hit me when I'm not looking and make me cry.

"I'm waiting for you guys to do something to me."

The entire room freezes, sent into stunned silence. The air gets tense, sending her into another heart-racing mini panic. You're gonna hit me now! Don't hit me! I'm sorry!

Twice is the first to interrupt the silence. Even the soft hand he places on Asa's shoulder causes her to jump. "I don't know how things were before you met us, or if that's the kind of impression we give," he shoots a look at Dabi, who simply crosses his arms and looks away, "But that's not how we do things. It was an honest mistake. How could you have known that would happen? We're just worried about something bad happening to you."

So you won't hit me? I don't trust that. People always hit me.

She hesitantly looks up. "You– you guys– you won't?–" Asami starts quivering again, getting nervous. She can't believe them. Her mom told her that, too, but still hit her. She should just shut up.

"We promise. No one is allowed to hurt you under our protection." Kurogiri comforts, swirling a cotton swab in the disinfectant.

She perked up at his words. She still was a tad reticent, but spoke. "You mean, I'm not just some kid you have running around doing your chores? I- I'm not annoying?"

"You make it sounds like you're a stray cat or something," Shigaraki comments. "Though, you are usually quiet, and do require a moderate amount of attention..."

"Of course you're not just 'some kid', silly! You're one of us!" Toga's sweater-pawed hands envelop Asami's torso in a hug. "Dabi's just being a meanie because he doesn't know how to show affection. He should still really apologize though,"

"Yeah, Dabi!" Twice adds with a flourish. "Come and apologize to my poor child!" He grabs Asa's head and forcefully pushes it into his hard chest.

Dabi sighs heavily, like a child forced to apologize; rubbing the back of his neck as the two look at him expectantly. "I shouldn't've yelled at you, kid. I didn't know you'd be scared like that."

Toga quirks her brow smugly at him, and Dabi groans. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," It's weird being smothered by a group of housemates who might as well be strangers, isn't it? But somehow, it blooms some warmth into Asami's chest. Silently, a few more unshed tears fall down her face, but no one is worried. She's not worried.

"Alright, you get the first bite of grub," Twice eagerly opens up the bags of food and rips open one of the containers, pulling out some disposable chopsticks to feed Asami.

Kurogiri gently blots at her face with his first aid supplies. "Toga, stop wiggling, you're moving Asami!"

Toga's grip around Asa's waist doesn't loosen at all, in fact tightening, as her face snuggles into Asa's back. "Ey, Twice, it's no fair you get to feed Asami first, I wanna do it!"

It's at this moment when she feels like Dabi and Shigaraki are the most normal out of all of them, until they start bickering over a container of noodles and begin destroying things so Kurogiri needs to reprimand them again. Eventually, the others who were off somewhere else return and the chaos kicks up. Even so, among all the prodding, poking, squeezing, fighting, pulling, bickering, and smothering; Asami wonders if this is what family is supposed to feel like. What a real family is supposed to feel like.

A secret smile only she can see tugs at her lips. Nah, they're just a bunch of weirdos.

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nagitosstolenhand · 4 months

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okay does anyone else find it very icky that immediately after finding out kurogiri is a nomu and a victim of nonconsensual medical experimentation and malpractice. the pros n hpsc ppl immediately transfer him to a hospital for their docters to do nonconsensual medical experimentation on him to try and both see if they can turn them back into oboro and also just to see how the nomus tick. like maybe its cause i am a firm Kurogiri Should Be Allowed To Be Their Own Person And Should Actually Be Allowed Agency In Their Story believer but genuinely even if you think kurogiri is just amnesiac oboro this still feels shady on SO many levels.

also the fact we get NO comment from Mic or Aizawa. ik grief and anguish over the fact your dead highschool friend is an undead villainess butler now but they are the only vector we ever get updates on kurogiri so them never bringing it up just makes it feel like they dont care. let our dead best friends reanimated corpse be poked and prodded by a team of random government doctors. who cares what the actual person made from him says as long as theres some small vain hope they might get their long dead friend back.

this could all be very interesting and explore the hypocrisy of the heros/hpsc and give Mic n Aizawas relationship with kurogiri some genuine depth, but we don't get that because the kurogiri-oboro plot was inserted in for extra angst and an excuse to make aizawa extra pissed at and resentful of shigaraki and was just left there when it was time to chase another big shonen boss fight. i hope they actually manage to address any of this when the kurogiri-mic-aizawa plot actually shows up again but with how things are going. i severely doubt it. and after spinner and dabi i severely doubt they are actually going to find a genuinely satisfying conclusion to this arc. which is honestly just so fucking disappointing.

#my post #bnha meta #bnha manga spoilers #Kurogiri #kurogiri mha #bnha kurogiri #one of bnhas biggest problems is its genere #it is almost and shouldve been a wholly character focused story #its best when it's being a wholly character focused story #but because shonen we have to pause every couple episodes for a big overly long fight scene #half of the arcs would have more depth or would have had conclusions by now if theyd just let the characters have a fucking conversation #toga n ochakos arc is the only one going (somewhat) well because their fights are also conversations and arent insistent on showing how #Ultra Special Cool Badass these characters are every five fucking seconds #cough cough deku cough #but anyways hashtag kurogiri deserves better #oboro shirakumo #shirakumo oboro #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #yamada hizashi #hizashi yamada #hero public safety commission #sorry this started as ranting abt how gross they treat kurogiri and then analysis of bnhas flaws as a story structure.#why does this always happen to me #also before anyone comments wholly character focused story does not mean no plot #atla is a wholly character focused story. toh is a character focused story.#the plot just serves as a vector for the characters to go through their arcs and stories #ramblings #long post #not really but ig??

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thenastyotherblog · 1 year

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I BRING YOU PAIN.

#Shirakumo #bnha shirakumo #bnha kurogiri #kurogiri #bnha spoilers #THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ANGSTY FILLED COVER I EVER SAW #ITS JUST #I CANT STOP STARING AT IT #I NEED IT PRINTED #I NEED IT FRAMED #original post in the linl

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akseedragon · 5 months

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‘Who are you?’ Oboro mouths at his reflection. Not for the first time, he wonders who Uncle is seeing when he looks at Oboro. When he asks him to dress like this. Someone with grey-white hair and green eyes.

Someone who’s not around anymore.

Oboro runs his fingers through his hair, leaving them on the edge of his scar. ‘Whoever he is, whoever Uncle wants me to be…’ shoulders hunched, he wraps his arm around his waist as he silently says, ‘I’m Not Him.’

Art for chapter nine of my fanfic, Haiiromoya.

#my fic #my art #bnha kurogiri #shirakumo oboro #league of villains #shigaraki yoichi #bnha all for one #before anyone tells me his scar is on the wrong side #it's not XD #this is his reflection

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liesweliveby · 2 months

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youtube

(+ hawks because he is so very unhinged)

toga and touya have been missing from the manga for too long. they're doing this to spite me personally, i just know it.

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transmascnaotoshirogane · 1 year

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Kurogiri: dabi, why did you spend two hours telling hawks about butterflies?

Dabi:

Hawks, grinning:

Dabi: i am literally autistic, giri

Kurogiri: oh.

Mr. Compress: that makes sense

Hawks, laughing: WHAT

Dabi: what the fuck do you mean “that makes sense”?!

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popcorn-an-artist · 2 months

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I still like this guy, who is up in the clouds.

I wanted to draw him as more of an adult blended what he has become so here he is.

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softer-ua · 1 year

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Anyone else every think about the fact that Hawks time with the league was probably his first time hanging around people his own age like ever?

Like his first real chance to make a friend his own age and it’s with a pack of wanted criminals, some of which are mass murderers, and even then it’s still all pretend and just part of the job

Hawks never had a childhood, his adolescence was given up to the government to turn him into a solitary soldier, and then finally training is over, he’s allowed out in the open giving him some micro amount of freedom but he’s been put on a level where everyone around him is like 10, 20+ years his senior

So there’s just no opportunity for him to make friends, off the clock he belongs the the commission board and on the clock he’s a solo prodigy surrounded by grown ass adults who are have their own lives and are there to do a job.

Not only are they much older they also just have lives and projects outside of active hero duty, and it’s not exactly a career that makes socializing easy so even if there had been a 20 something willing to little brother up this awkward ass teen there wouldn’t have been the time

Which I’m sure is exactly why Hawks so desperately dreams about a future where he has free time, he’s in his 20’s with no friends or family to get coffee with let alone celebrate anything with

After he earned that number 2 spot, when the lights went out band everyone went home or to after parties, where did Hawks go?

Did he go patrolling? To greet fans? Did his agency throw him a little party? Is he close with any of them, maybe he has someone who’s job it is to be someone he can lean on like like a discrete handler who’s the agency’s manager or Hawks old trainer?

Or did he accomplish this astonishing feet only to be shuffled off to an empty apartment like it was just any other night?

How would it feel to live in such isolation and then get a brief reprieve from it but with people you knew where dangerous and cruel, but they’re also loyal and comfortable and kind to one another and by extension are offering that potential to you for the first time

And then you have to kill one of them? Because it they pose a threat to the people you’ve only ever been told about, the people who have real families and love and support that was built naturally and innocently

LOV is everything Hawks had ever been told was bad, but the closest to kinship he’d ever had

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