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rose-n-pepper · 1 year

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Big Bad Scary Older Brother

Thinking back on the first time you met Touya Todoroki, and now you find yourself in his bed.

Chapter One(??): Meet Cute

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>> a/n: Please be kind, I’ve always been a fanfic reader and NEVER thought I would ever write one, but randomly I rewatched Josie and the Pussycats over the weekend (listen, I know it’s not a great movie, but the music is bomb and it is incredibly nostalgic for me. As a millennial I need nostalgia to feel things). Listening to the song “You Don’t See Me” I had this story just stroll into my mind! If this does well I have more chapters in mind to full flesh out the relationship and the song.

>> p/n: In this world, Touya survived the accident in the forest, and let's pretend that Hawks went to UA. I like the idea that they have a tight bro relationship.

>> warning: story ends with some smut, oral f receiving, a little rough but nothing over the top. MINORS DNI

>> pairing: Touya Todoroki x fem reader

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The first time you met Touya Todoroki was on the front steps of the Todoroki household. He stood in front of you, the handle of the front door in his hand. His UA uniform made him more imposing as he towered over you. Echoes of the doorbell ringing throughout the house. Surprise etched on both your faces. He must have opened the door as you rang the bell.

You stumble backwards almost falling off your step. A strong hand quickly reaches out to steady you.

“Oh um, sorry, I am here to pick up Fuyumi for school.” You mutter out quickly.

“Ah you must be Y/N.” Touya smirks in response, then suddenly lets your arm go.

Still unbalanced you start falling backwards, right into a firm wall halting your fall.

“Todoroki, dude you didn’t have to let go of her like that,” two firm hands steady your fall and move you down the steps. You see a blur of red feathers move past you. “Even if you did see me, you sadistic fuck.” But the boy was laughing as he said it. As your eyes adjust you see a pair of beautiful red wings sprout from his back.

“Keigo,” you say out loud before you can stop yourself. You’ve heard endless rants from your friend Fuyumi about how dreamy Keigo is. Listened to her giggle about the life she has planned for them, even helped her practice kissing for when she finally could get him alone. “Oh sorry, um, Fuyumi has told me a lot about you is all.” You somehow mutter out as you fix your uniform which had come out of place.

“Is that so,” he smirks, “I knew it.” he looks at Touya and winks. Touya rolls his eyes in response.

“C’mon bird brain, we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave now.” He states as he brushes past his friend down the stairs stopping in front of you. He slowly looks you up and down and says, “Nice meeting you Y/N.” Locking eyes with you he nods his head to the right, entranced you move to the side allowing him to pass, never once breaking eye contact.

He blinked in thanks and strolled down the path with his hands in his pockets, “Let’s go birdie.” He raised one scared arm in a final goodbye wave as Keigo rushes to catch up with his friend.

“Awe man, I didn’t even get to see Fuyumi yet dude.” At that statement Touya balled his raised hand and brought it down on his friend's head.

“I told you to stop saying shit like that, it’s fucking gross,” he grabs the blondes head forcing him to walk in a bow, “I’m her older brother after all”

“Alright, alright, let me go man, I’ll stop.” responds Keigo.

You watch their figures shrink as they walk farther away, their bickering fading into the distance. You snap back to reality by your friend calling your name.

“Y/N? What happened, did Touya do something stupid? Ugh, he’s so annoying.” She says as she shuts the door behind her and skips down to where you stand.

“Oh, no, it was an accident, he didn’t really say much at all. But,” you smile at your friend, “Keigo was here.” you say in a sing song voice to her.

“What! And I missed him!” She groans and drops her bag in defeat.

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about it much if I were you,” you side eye her, “He seemed a little interested if you ask me.” with that you sway away from your friend following the path giggling to yourself at the dumbfounded look on your friends face. She quickly gathers up her bag and jogs after you, demanding to know the details of what was said while you laugh.

You relay the conversation that happened between the two older boys and yourself to Fuyumi who is over the moon giddy. All while brushing your hand over where Touya had grabbed your arm to steady you. It still felt warm and tingly.

You had only ever seen pictures and heard Fuyumi talk about how annoying and mean Touya was. But you didn’t find him mean at all. He seemed kind, in a subdued way. And hell, his sister might poke fun at him for his scars, but something about them made him extra mysterious and maybe even sexy? Definitely more interesting than any other boy in your grade.

As you and Fuyumi strolled down the well known path to your school, her going on about her and Hawks life together. You wondered what it might be like to get to know Touya better. There was something about him that intrigued you, and you wanted to figure out what it was.

🍋

Thinking back on that day ten years later, you are in a daze as Touya’s head is between your legs. suckling on your sensitive bud as his tongue traces lazy circles around it earning him a pleasurable moan from you.

“Heh, finally back are you.” He says into your core, licking your juices as he continues. “What got you so distracted while I’m down here?” With that last statement he gives your thigh a quick slap which you respond with a little shriek of surprise.

“To be honest, I was thinking about you. About the first time we met.” You answer, allowing yourself to catch your breath.

He stills and locks eyes with you, a few seconds go by and he slowly climbs up your naked body, leaving hot kisses along his path. Never breaking the intense eye contact. When he reaches eye level with you he sits both of you up placing you on top of him. You straddle his hips and feel the tip of his cock, wet with precum, begging to enter you.

Smirking he asks, “the time you fell off the stairs overwhelmed with feelings for me?” He touches his forehead against yours eagerly awaiting your response as he moves his tip over your slick folds.

You laugh and roll your eyes in amusement and pleasure. “Oh sure, falling right off the steps into the arms of the dreamy hero Hawks. Thank goodness he was there, who knows where I would be right now if he wasn’t.”

Touya’s eyes turn deadly for a fleeting moment, you know that look all to well. You smile in anticipation of the amount of pleasure you are about to receive from the man under you. You attempt to slide down on his cock to instigate his wild side a little more. You knew him well, only a little more pushing is all he needed.

“But you know,” you sigh into his ear as your fingers trace the edges of his scars and body jewelry. “All those silly little Hawklets who fawn after him must be so vanilla, they don’t know what they're missing.” You lean back a little to look him in the eye where you are met with an intense burning, “I mean, one look at the hero Dabi and you know you’re going to be fucked senseless.”

That did it, he thrust up into you with and intensity that sent your head falling back and your eyes squeezing shut.

“Heh, you don’t think I know what you’re doing?” He asks as he bites down on your neck, you moan in response.

“You’re smart, I know you know what I’m doing. But what can I say, I’m a sucker for this dick.” You stammer out between hard thrusts.

He throws you down on the bed, never breaking his rhythm. He grasps your breasts with his hands and begins pulling and twisting your perk nipples.

“That’s my girl.” The last words he says to you that night, as he spends the next hour pleasuring you in ways you hardly dreamed of.

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Content, you smile as your wrap yourself around the muscular sleeping frame of your partner. He was never one for aftercare, he had the hardest time staying awake after your escapades. It’s something you got used to and accepted. He showed how much he cared with his physicality in your love making and that was enough for you.

You softly place a kiss to his forehead and move his white hair out of his eyes. Snuggling up next to him you close your eyes and drift off to sleep. Thinking of how you two ended up together after so long.

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blackenedwhite97 · 3 years

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Trials (An Erasermic x Reader Medieval AU Ch. 1-2)

Written: December 2020-Feb 2021

Total Word Count: 52.8 K

Wattpad link for easy reading: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/259612193/write/1029582306

Since it’s so long and organized into chapters.

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

https://blackenedwhite97.tumblr.com/post/643722830321696769/trials-an-erasermic-x-reader-medieval-au

I've been hacking away at this since just after Christmas, it's basically a novel at this point and I'm immensely proud of it. Please enjoy! There are requests that are on the way, this longer piece just took precedence.

This post includes: physical violence, mental health, traumatic experiences and the aftermath, use of pain-relieving medications, cursing, sexual content (not full smut, sorry kids), depictions of physical assault/ beatings and forced drowning, mild religious content, and a prominent polyamorous romantic relationship.

Polyamory: the practice of engaging in multiple sexual relationships with the consent of all the people involved.

Mental Health note: This piece touches on panic and anxiety born from trauma, some religious-based discrimination and trauma as well as physical captivity and assault.

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CHAPTER 1

Mid Summer

You leaned forward, tearing yourself away from the sun-baked iron bars that seared your bareback and slumped forward against the equally scalding irons bars in front of you. You had long since lost the ability to hold your body upright, resigning yourself to the inevitability of the burns that peeled away at your skin. It had been two full days since you'd been left in the cage to wither away under the blaring heat of the midsummer's sun. Your shoulder and legs were blistering under the constant exposure to the sun, and your rear was scraped and bruised from the rough iron bottom of the hanging cage. Your lips were cracked, any saliva to moisten them had long since dried up. The only shred of hope you had was that a particularly large cloud might roll by and shield you from the sun for a while or that the sun would set maybe a few minutes earlier today. The hunger and thirst were the most bearable part, the painful emptiness in your gut was little more than a dull ache compared to the waves of burning pain and delirium you were tormented with. At this point, you would admit to what the townsfolk had attempted to charge you with, anything to make this end.

End. You thought to yourself. The end had always been the most terrifying thing to you, where would you go, would it all just stop, would you have done enough? The end had once held no certainty and no solace for you, but now, in the face of the burning inferno in the sky and the flies that began to pick at your already decaying skin, you were sure that it had to have been better than this.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the bars, the hot iron pressing into your forehead. You tried to take small focused breaths; the air somehow felt cooler if you puckered your lips a bit. You breathed in place of crying, your body had no more liquid to give. You breathed with your eyes closed until a cloud came, dense and absolute. The redness of the light through your eyelids dulled and for the first time since it had risen the sun's unshakeable scrutiny peeled away from your skin. Mercifully the cloud had been lasting for a while, nearly a minute now. You blinked your eyes open so you could look up at this cloud and appreciate it in all of its merciful glory. However, when you looked up you were not met with a dense white puff of air far off in the sky, but a tall man dressed in all black and a face framed in a wild halo of dark curls.

He regarded you silently, his dismal expression unwavering. The only indicator you had that he had even registered you looking up at him was the slight readjusting of his eyes as he made eye contact with you. You instinctively looked away, no one looked kindly on any of the people who found themselves stuck in these cages let alone an alleged witch. He was taunting you; you were sure. There would be no other reason to get so close. Unless...all black, grim expression. Perhaps the executioner had come a day early. Perhaps, your suffering was to come to an end early.

He crouched down until he was in your field of view and looked up at you. His dark eyes seemed softer than they had a moment ago as they looked up through his thick dark lashes. You started to turn your head away, but his hand reached out and his fingers brushed one of your dangling legs. You tensed at this touch, too exhausted and drained to be able to properly pull away.

"Look at me." He mumbled warmly. "It's okay, I'm- a friend."

A Friend. That sounded awfully good right about now. Even though you knew he was probably lying, trying to manipulate you in some sort of way you looked back at him. What was he going to do that was worse than what had already been done to you? Your eyes met his, and you held intense eye contact for a while. He seemed to be attempting to soften his gaze and you weren't quite sure what to do with yours.

"Can you speak?" he asked, his eyes running up and down your body quickly.

You tested out movement in your throat, only to be met with sharp dray pain. An arid gasping sound was the most you could muster. You slumped farther forward, looking at him pleading eyes that tried to convey how badly you wished you could speak. He wasted no time in twisting around and reaching for a leather bag closed with a cork that was fastened to his hip. He opened it and slipped it through the bars of the cage, looking over his shoulder for any onlookers. You grabbed the waterskin with a strength that you had doubted you still had left in you and managed to get it to your lips, tilting it just enough to dribble a small stream into your mouth. Perhaps this was his game, to poison you. If it was poisoned so be it, this would be a most merciful way to die.

You swallowed until the waterskin ran dry, your body still screaming for more water. You wanted more, you needed more. You tossed the waterskin downwards in frustration at the limited amount of water it was able to provide and in a show of impressive reflexes the man reached out and caught it before it could hit the dusty road. He snorted and affixed the waterskin to his hip once more, standing.

"Your name?" he asked, his voice was gruff but at the same time kind.

You agonizingly lifted your head to look up at him, your strength hadn't returned, it would surely take more than half a day's supply of water to do that. What the water had done was dull a pulsing nausea that sat in your gut and relieved you of some of the sharp pain in your throat. You tried to speak again, this time your voice, or rather a fraction of it came out. "Y/N."

He nodded to himself. "Family name?"

You blinked hard, the sun briefly flaring up behind him as he swayed slightly on his feet. The way his stray hairs danced in the sun was reminiscent of the portraits that hung in the cathedral, of the gold-leafed angelic halos. If it hadn't been for his grim attire you'd have thought him an angel; although perhaps he was an angel, an angel of death. "Need it for my execution papers, do you?"

"No." he sighed. "I need to know if you're who I'm meant to be looking for."

You looked him up and down. True, he wore dark clothes, but they were not formal nor those of an executioner, but rather a plain set of well-worn traveler's clothes. His hair was longer than most men's in the area, and despite his somewhat disheveled appearance he had at least washed within the last few days. Under one of his exhausted eyes, a long scar stretched across his cheek, no doubt from the edge of a blade. Two of which, you'd only just noticed, were strapped across his back, rather plain and worn leather-wrapped hilts and pommels peaked out over his shoulder. He was a traveler and possibly a duelist, however, neither had anything to do with you.

"W-what if I am?" you croaked.

"Then, you're coming with me." He stated casually.

"Which would entail?"

"No hanging in a cage to roast to death in the sun." he deadpanned. "Now, what's your family name?"

You looked into his eyes. There was no sign of deceit, but then again you were in no condition to be trusting your body nor your mind's capabilities. He was right, though. This was just about as bad as it could get. You swallowed for the first time that day, it felt good to be able to. "L/N."

The man's face lit up, if you could call it that. Compared to the dismal amount of emotion before, he most definitely was happy by your response. He looked over his shoulder, shoving his hands in his pocket, and whistled. He jutted his chin towards you while still looking at someone across the way. From behind him, you heard footsteps, sporadic and clumsy. Another man appeared from over the dark-haired one's shoulder, his hair was even longer, and he bore a well style mustache as well as a set of finer clothes. He had flaxen hair that was neatly tied back into a long ponytail down his back and his emerald eyes betrayed much more than his partner's dark ones. He smiled down at you, his expression pure relief and delight. When his eyes fully settled on you his apparent happiness wavered, but he collected himself quickly and was back to smiling at you.

"Hello!" he said in a sing-song voice, that you're sure you would have adored just three days ago. "You're our lady?"

You looked up at him, his positive disposition providing a strange sense of comfort. If he was also looking for you, perhaps wherever you were needed wouldn't be so bad after all. "I- I don't know, am I?"

"She is." The dark-haired man confirmed. 'I- I'm sorry to have to prolong your situation but, do you think you can last until nightfall?"

You looked up at the two men. Were they meant to be your saviors? If so, you most definitely could last until nightfall for salvation. But, if they weren't... you shoved that fear from your mind. Your suffering was inevitable any which way but trusting them, it was the only choice you had that could turn out better. The blond man's beaming smile shrunk into a less charismatic gesture and into a comforting genuine expression. The dark-haired man had softened once again, every time you looked back to him he seemed to become more human to you. It was as if he was evaluating you just as you were him, and every inch you gave he reciprocated.

You nodded silently, wanting to save what moisture you still had left in your throat after draining the waterskin.

"Good." The dark-haired man hummed. "Zash, do you have your waterskin?"

The blond-haired man reached around to the back of his belt and without missing a beat freed it from its tether and handed it to you. You took it readily, and as you did with the first one drained it slowly until not even another drop would come out. Even though you still felt cheated with the finite amount of water in the waterskin you decided not to through this one, it felt rude. The blond man took his waterskin back and tucked it back into its respective place on his belt.

"We'll be back after sundown," The flaxen-haired man started in a hushed voice, "just hold out until then."

They both started to turn away from you, towards the bustling market across the square. Fear rose up in your chest, a fear that had managed to subside in the last day or so as you resigned to your fate. You had just been offered an impossible sense of hope, and you didn't even know their names.

"Wait, wait!" you called out after them in a hushed tone.

They both stopped, the dark-haired one didn't turn back to look at you, instead keeping his eyes trained on the crowd in the market across the street. The blond-haired turned around, looking at you expectantly.

"W-what are your names?" you stuttered.

"I'm Hizashi," The blonde smiled kindly. "that's Shouta."

Shouta tugged on Hizashi's sleeve, looking towards a cluster of people, at the center an older woman who was unashamedly looking back and forth between gawking at them and staring you down. Hizashi turned away from you and the two men disappeared into the crowd, the flurry of villagers and merchants swallowing them entirely.

CHAPTER 2

4 Days Ago

The sun was low enough in the sky for the bugs to start buzzing again and the poor animals covered in fur to try and hunt some sort of game before it got too dark. The hot summer sun had given way to a cool night that smelled of rain and brought cool breezes from the west. The dried herbs that hung in bunches in your window cell swung to and fro, small pieces of brittle stem and leaves tearing away from the bunches and littering the freshly swept floor. You watched the bunches sway in the breeze until the wind grew strong enough to snuff out some of the candles around the window and decided that perhaps a storm really would roll through and that it would be better for both you and the drying herbs if you were to pre-emptively close the shutters. So, you plucked the bunches from their hanging nails and closed the wooden shutters. Locking them in place with small brass latches and placing a heavy stone behind each shutter for some extra hold.

The world grew darker and you found yourself lighting more candles, bringing them slowly towards the center of the room and away from any stray breezes as rain began to fall and cooled the air. It was the perfect night for a warm broth, and you had some fresh bones from the last day's meals. As the night wore on your meal came close to finished and you were able to finish wrapping the small medicinal pouches for farmer Wayland's boy and set them aside for the morning. You stood and stalked over to the pot atop the embers in the fireplace and lifted the lid, the broth was boiling but the roots you had tossed in had sunk to the bottom and could be burning. You looked around the fireplace for a spoon or stir stick but found you had left it on the opposite side of the small home. You turned back to the pot filled with golden liquid and held your hand out above it as if you were holding a spoon to stir it with. From your fingertips, a spectral spoon handle twinkled into existence, inch by inch until a spoon head appeared and you were able to dunk it into the pot and give it a quick stir.

Usually, you were a lot more vigilant when using your magic, but since your shutters were closed and a storm was raging outside you were sure there would be no spying eyes lurking outside your windows to catch you. You had never used your gift for harm, not that you believed you could begin with. You could conjure objects into a semi-realistic form, they acted the same as their real counterparts in every which way except that they appeared semi-translucent and were perpetual purple collar. You could make a knife, a stone, and even a dress if you so wished. You had tried fire and water once or twice, but it always turned out as if it were frozen in time, the way artists capture fire or water in their paintings. You supposed you could conjure up weapons with which you could wage violence and war against the poor villagers around you, but you were no witch and held no hatred of that kind in your heart.

The sound of something hitting your door sent a jolt up your spine and the spectral spoon blinked from existence. You stood in silence for a moment, wondering it had truly been a knock at your door or a piece of debris lost in the storm. You turned to your door slowly, scanning it for cracks or gaps that prying eyes could have spied through. You found none but you were not calmed in the slightest. A second knock came at the door, this time it was a clear series of deliberate knocks. You scanned the room around you for any items you may have injured up and left out.

You tiptoed to the door, hoping that if you took enough time your uninvited guest would leave. But just as you arrived at the door a third set of knocks came, these were powerful knocks, frustrated and ill-tempered to be sure. You took a breath and lifted the latch to the door, opening it just enough so that you could stand in the doorway but no one else could, and held the door tight to your side. Before you stood a man, his arm raised and ready to knock again, so soon. He was draped in a waterlogged cloak that looked like it could be a rich red tone if it wasn't soaked nor the middle of the night. The hood was drawn but you could still make out a strong chin, pointed nose, and dark brown ringlets dripping with water.

"Can I help you?" you mustered. It wasn't unusual for you to get customers at your door for medicinal help, but it certainly was unusual for someone would have enough money to be wearing fine red robes to show up at your door, let alone at this time of night. You eyed him carefully catching a glimpse of a rather gaudy crest made up of two swords and a great hunting hound with something in its mouth, his nose stuck into the air.

"I'm afraid we've got caught in a storm, miss. We're looking for a place to stay the night and wait out the storm." His voice was thick and proud, and he spoke as some with years of formal education might. At the mention of 'we' you looked past him to the gate of your front garden where four men were tying their horses to your wobbly fence post and trodding on your lilies.

"Apologies on behalf of the weather, traveler," You smiled warmly. "but my home is far too small and cluttered to house you and your men. You'll have better luck at the inn in town. It's just down the hill, not but a ten-minute ride; seven if you're swift."

The man's heavy brows knitted together, and his jaw squared, he seemed displeased with your answer. "We haven't any coin, no inn will take us."

"The Innkeeper is a kind man, prone to taking on charity." You responded, inching backwards into your home and getting ready to slam the door if need be.

The man's jaw twitched and his hands, balled into fisted at his sides, were turning white with exertion. No was not a word he had heard much of in his life, you gathered. He laughed a sharp cruel laugh that sounded more like a dry cough. "I'm afraid that won't do."

The man was fast, and indeed much larger than you realized as he lunged forward. One of his large hands grabbed your shoulder and the other shoved the door open with tremendous force. You stumbled backwards and tried to pull away from his firm grip but he clamped down even harder around your arm with bruising strength. His second hand clasped itself roughly over your mouth and he shoved you backwards until your back hit the table that lined the opposite wall. His hand was so large that he was able to clasp down on your nose with his thumb, cutting off your airflow entirely. "I'm not asking this time; we plan on taking full advantage of your hospitality. You can willingly give it to us, or you can find out what your lovely little cottage looks like painted in red."

As if to provide evidence of his cruel nature the man unsheathed a small dagger, one that reflected the dim golden light of the fireplace as it was brought towards your face. He held there, lightly trailing the tip across your skin as you shuttered. With a dangerous glint in his eyes, he flinched his hand, the very tip of the blade biting into the skin of your jaw and trailing up toward your ear. You froze, where the chill of fear should have gripped your bones, instead a flare of anger ignited. Who was this man to think he could invite himself into your home and make threats on your life? Something told you that even if you went along with his requests this would turn out badly for you. You closed your eyes and focused on the crushing grip your assailant had on your face.

It was in that darkness and growing fury that a spark of brilliant purple came to you. It was in the form of a long dagger, jagged and cruel. Your restrained arm pulled back with enough force to break free and met your other between you and your attacker's chests. You could feel the cool bulb of the pommel against your palms and suddenly you could breathe. There was a warmth running down your hands and soaking through your shirt now, a wet ragged breath sputtered in your face until the full weight of a dead man crashed down at your feet. You looked up forward through the doorway and saw the pale face of a small man, a hefty coin purse at his hip and terror glimmering in his eyes alight with purple light. Purple light. You looked down at your blood-soaked hands. A great spectral gnarled dagger blade shone out in front of you, thin ribbons of blood dripping from it.

And in your sudden clarity, the dagger blinked out of existence, the cottage falling back into the dull golden firelight of the fireplace.

"Witch!" he shrieked. You had never heard a man so full of fear. "She's a witch! She's a witch and a murderer!"

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walkingicon120 · 3 years

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In the Dark Manga Chapter 8

Written by @walkingicon120

Artist is rahmanbisa on Instagram

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agentark88 · 4 years

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Think: Chapter One: Think of the Beginning

Think

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warning: This work contains mild language and violence. Please be aware this piece is in second person perspective, following my original character, Think, Anna Kokoro, who is a transfer student from America. I will be posting in chapters/sections. I hope you have as much fun reading these pieces, as I did writing them.

Chapter One: Think of the Beginning

“Here it is.” You gaped up at the tall building, feeling tears brim the edges of your vision. You had made it in to UA High School. You tightened your fingers around your backpack straps, hoping to calm your erratically beating heart. The tips of your hair lowered once you calmed yourself down. It was an annoying side effect of your quirk.

You smoothed the edges of your skirt, looking proudly down at the uniform, complete with your new black combat boots with a dangling blue sparkly cloud wiggling at the end of a single lace. You hoped you didn’t look too awkward. You’d never been to Japan before and only knew the stories that your best friend, Uraraka, would tell you, but from what you heard, it was absolutely amazing. She was practically your sister. Your parents were very good friends with her parents, as your dad was originally from Japan and your fathers had grown up together. You’d been close with Uraraka since you were babies, despite having a long distance relationship, as you grew up in United States. You adjusted your glasses to make sure that they didn’t float off your face, which they would sometimes do when you were nervous.

“Think!”

Just as you were about to take a step, a familiar voice called out to you, forcing you to stumble. You barely caught your glasses before they clattered onto the ground.

“You should have come right to the dorms,” Uraraka scolded.

You pushed your glasses back onto your face, smiling shyly and angling your feet toward each other. “I-I got lost,” you said sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”

She threw her arms around you in a warm hug, and your body froze. You weren’t used to being touched, even if it was Uraraka. It was a habit of yours to keep your distance considering you got sick really easy. You didn’t feel uncomfortable, however, in fact, you felt grateful that you were able to embrace your friend because you hadn’t been able to physically see each other in years.

“I should have known better. You never had a good sense of direction. Come to think of it…you did call me that one time you got lost in America. I had never even been to your house back then.” She smiled brightly at you, looking you up and down in amusement. “I love your boots.”

“T-thank you,” you said, pulling up your collar in embarrassment.

You couldn’t help but notice the stuttering mess behind her, frantically jotting down notes in a notebook. His head was bowed, and his green hair bounced with his muttering. You seemed to be drawn to his mess of green locks. It was extremely disheveled, but it looked cute. You tugged at a couple of loose strands of your own hair, wishing that your French braid would somehow stay tight, besides its inevitable fly aways.

Uraraka didn’t seem to mind you watching him. She flapped her hand dismissively, and her cheeks grew a deep pink.

“He gets like this. It’s best not to interrupt, or it gets worse,” she said.

You looked at her for a moment, feeling a bit weird, but you waited for the boy to slow down long enough to look up at you from his hunched position. His face flared a bright red, noticing you were staring at him.

“Hello,” you said, hoping that you weren’t blushing too badly. You held out your hand in a fist to bump his, and he seemed confused for a moment.

“She’s trying to fist bump, Deku,” Uraraka said to help. “It’s more of an American thing.”

“O-oh, sorry. You’re the transfer student, right? The one from America?” Deku sputtered slightly, placing his open palm over your closed fist.

“U-uh, yes.” You smiled, attempting to pull back your fist, but Deku had grabbed hold for some reason. “You can call me Think, Deku.”

“D-Deku? U-uh, that’s fine. Some people call me that…you can call me Midoriya, or y-you can call me whatever you want. I-I mean, I don’t mean it like that. I guess you’re using your hero name so…” Deku released your hand, nervously scratching the back of his head and trailing off.

Uraraka was trying desperately not to laugh, and Midoriya’s lip trembled in embarrassment.

“D-don’t worry about it, Midoriya,” you said softly.

Midoriya’s face boiled red. He turned away from you, covering his mouth.

“We should probably go, or you might be late,” Uraraka said. She gently pulled the handle of your suitcase from your hand, rolling the bag behind her.

“Huh, Ochaco. Be careful! I have…collectibles hanging off of that,” you said.

“You’re always so nervous, Think. I’ll take good care of your stuff. Trust me.” She smiled back at you.

You went to follow her, but turned back to the shaking Midoriya.

“Are you coming, Midoriya?” you asked.

You leaned over to look around him, and he shifted away from your gaze, nodding vigorously. You bit your lip, wondering if you’d upset him.

“Did I say something wrong? My Japanese isn’t that great. I’m sorry if I offended you,” you said, nervously tapping your shoes together.

“N-n-no, no. You didn’t offend me at all.” Midoriya turned to you then. His face was still glowing red. He flailed his arms back and forth, forcing you to take a step back.

You sighed in relief, smiling shyly. “Good,” you said, “I was hoping we could become friends. Ochaco talks a lot about you. You seem to be very kind.” You laced your fingers together in front of you.

“K-kind…Uraraka talks about me?” Midoriya sputtered.

You stared at him blankly for a moment. His antics were getting a bit out of control as he seemed to get a lot more flustered. He blinked a few times, looking in the direction that Uraraka had just left in and then back at you.

“She really likes you,” you said, almost surprised that he didn’t know.

Midoriya seemed to shut down after that. His eyes grew hazy, as if something had short-circuited in his head. His jaw went a bit slack, unblinking. You waved your hand in front of his face, but he didn’t react. Your eyes widened when he didn’t react. Your heart fluttered uncontrollably. Did you break him? Did his heart stop? Oh no…you said something wrong. You talked to one guy for five seconds, and you said something wrong. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Your parents were right. You gripped your head, spreading your fingers over your scalp.

You felt your glasses begin to lift from your face, and your quirk started to shift out of control as self-deprecating words swirled in your ever-racing mind. Thoughts streamlined into your consciousness as you went to touch Midoriya. His frame sat frozen, in a state of shock.

Uraraka likes me? You heard his thoughts. S-she like-likes me or just likes me? She talks about me? Oh no, I’m just staring. Don’t be awkward, Izuku. Say something.

You slowed your breathing, blushing furiously at having invaded his personal thoughts, but grateful that he was okay. Hot tears seared your vision. It hadn’t taken long for you to lose control, and you were embarrassed. What if Midoriya hated you for reading his mind? What if Uraraka hated you for telling Midoriya her secret?

“I-I’m sorry,” you said, just as Midoriya seemed to fall out of his hysteric trance. You felt bad that you’d read his mind. You also felt bad that you’d said something to him since Uraraka hadn’t. He reached toward you, but you rushed in the direction Uraraka had gone. “See you in class!” you yelled back toward him, blinking away your tears and hoping that you hadn’t totally ruined everything between the two of you.

When you entered the front entrance to the school, you realized that you’d lost sight of Uraraka. There was no way you were going back to Midoriya, not after embarrassing yourself like that. You looked around, hoping that you’d catch sight of her. You had half a mind to just pick a direction to avoid Midoriya’s questions, but your feet couldn’t seem to choose which way to go.

“Oh geez,” you hummed. “I’m never going to find the classroom.” You pouted, tugging at the edge of your skirt.

“You seem lost,” a very tall, young man said from above you. His hair was similar to Midoriya’s, only straighter and purple. You had to lean your head almost all the way back just to look into his lavender eyes. Oh no, he was hot, very tall and hot.

“U-um…” you mumbled. Your voice seemed to lose itself, as you looked into his violet eyes.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.” He narrowed his tired eyes at you, tugging at a very long scarf around his neck. “You’re not some trespasser are you?” he asked.

“N-no, I-I’m new here,” you stuttered.

He chuckled lightly, and his eyes softened. He pointed at your uniform. “I figured,” he said, “I was just kidding.” His face fell as soon as it brightened. He seemed to close off to you, unreachable. You wondered for a moment why he’d opened up to you at all. “Where you headed, newbie?”

It was then that you realized that you hadn’t even remembered what class you were looking for. Stupid brain. You knocked on your head softly, hoping to jog some part that told you where you should be. You had so much talent, so much intelligence, but there were just things that seemed to fail you sometimes.

The purple-haired boy raised an eyebrow at you and shoved his hands in his pockets. He sighed softly and clicked his tongue at you. “Come on then. You can come with me until we find—”

“Uraraka!” you suddenly yelled.

The boy’s eyes widened slightly at your outburst. He took a precautionary step back.

“I’m following Uraraka. I’m in her class,” you said. You smiled almost triumphantly.

“Who’s that?” the boy asked. “Sorry, I’m not that great with names.”

Your expression dropped, as you searched the area once again, not recognizing a single face. “U-um…she’s a little taller than me and has short brown hair…” you trailed off.

“Wearing the same uniform?” the boy asked. You nodded vigorously, until you saw him cracking a sly smile. “Yeah…like all the girls here.”

“T-Think!” Midoriya called out to you, huffing and out of breath. He’d slammed the front door open and was now heading in your direction.

You blushed, seeing him. “U-uh, I’ve got to go. It was nice meeting you. I hope we see each other again.” You jumped up and waved before you took off down a hallway, not quite ready to face your embarrassment again, even though you were going to be late for class.

You turned several corners, getting more and more confused as you did. This was a bigger school that you had originally anticipated. You came around another corner at full speed and smacked right into an unmovable object. You fell back, and your glasses were knocked clean from your face. You looked up, though it was hard for you to see. There were two figures standing over you. One was bright red, and the other seemed to be exploding from his hands.

“S-sorry!” you squeaked. When the explosions that you thought might have been a few of your brain cells being knocked loose didn’t stop, you got worried. “D-did I set you on fire!” you shrieked, praying that you hadn’t received another quirky gift from your power.

The explosions seemed to stop at your words, but that didn’t stop the growl that came from the person in front of you. “What are on about, dumb ass? That’s my quirk.” The boy took an aggressive step toward you.

“I-I can’t see. I’m sorry.” You were apologizing a lot, and when you fell it hurt. It was enough to make your eyes well up with tears again.

“Don’t scare the poor girl, Bakugo,” the other figure said. He bent down, picking up something from the ground and slowly putting it in your hands.

“She ran into me, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo snapped.

You realized quickly that what had been placed in your hand was your glasses and you slid them on. After catching sight of the angry boy in front of you, it didn’t help how upset you were, and your lip quivered as you scrambled back from him.

“H-hey, it’s alright,” the boy with red hair reached his hand out to you to help you up.

You hesitantly took the boy’s hand, and the angry one clicked his tongue, purposefully walking around you and the red boy. The boy who’d helped you up rolled his eyes.

“Sorry about Bakugo. He’s really a nice guy when you get to know him. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you said, sniffling slightly. “I’m just lost.”

“Lost?” the boy asked. “Where are you going?”

That questions almost sent you into hysterical sobs, and the boy seemed to panic, trying to calm you down by patting your head almost robotically.

“W-we can figure it out together. No crying,” he said. “I’m Kirishima.” He grinned toothily. His teeth were like a shark’s, pointy on each tip. You weren’t sure if that fascinated you or made you more nervous.

“Move out of my way you damn nerd,” you heard the angry one’s voice echo down the hall. “Does no one know how to walk anymore?”

“S-sorry, Kacchan!” Midoriya’s voice echoed after.

Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes widened. You couldn’t help but feel bad for what you’d done to poor Midoriya. You hid quickly behind Kirishima who readied himself for a fight. When Midoriya came clambering around the corner, Kirishima relaxed.

“Oh, it’s just you Midoriya,” Kirishima said lightly.

Midoriya stopped short, breathing heavily and noticing you. He opened and closed his mouth, out of breath. “T-Think, why do you keep running from me?” he asked, putting his hands on his knees. “I-I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“Bro…” Kirishima trailed off, looking between you and Midoriya. “You two know each other?”

“I-I’m sorry, Midoriya!” you yelped, shutting your eyes. “I told you something I shouldn’t have about Uraraka. It’s not my place. A-and I read your mind by accident! I’m so sorry. I-I just didn’t want you to hate me…” You were babbling uncontrollably at this point. In your flustered state, you felt your glasses rising from your nose and your body started getting lighter. You clutched Kirishima’s arm instinctively, and his muscles tensed.

“I don’t hate you,” Midoriya said softly, finally catching his breath. “I was just worried about you. You took off and didn’t tell me why. I’m sorry I spaced out on you.”

Kirishima couldn’t help but keep flicking his gaze between the two of you until his eyes crossed. “Uh you guys. This seems to just be a misunderstanding.” He put a reassuring hand on top of yours and you quickly released his upper arm.

You clamped your mouth shut, blushing worse than before. You made your way around Kirishima nodding sheepishly. “You’re really not mad? I’m sorry I read your mind.” You tapped the tips of your shoes together and looked up at Midoriya.

“N-no, it’s okay. I mean, it seems like you didn’t mean to,” Midoriya said.

“I didn’t. I swear!” you blurted. You tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“Considering that’s fixed, how about you introduce me to the new cutie, Midoriya!” Kirishima put a bold hand on your shoulder, and you squeaked.

Kirishima lifted his hand from you, realizing he’d made you uncomfortable.

“You can call me, Think,” you said turning slowly to the outgoing boy.

“Hero names, huh?” Kirishima smiled. “Well, my name is Red Riot!”

“She’s going to be in our class. She’s a transfer student from America. Uraraka’s friend,” Midoriya interjected. “Gah!” Midoriya sputtered frantically looking at his watch. “We’re going to be late!” Midoriya grabbed hold of your hand and you felt your cheeks burn aggressively. “This way!” he said.

You didn’t blame him for grabbing your hand, considering you’d already gotten lost twice, but it was still embarrassing. Kirishima ran after the two of you, clear panic on his own face. You wondered why they were so worried about being late. Was the teacher really strict? Not that you liked being late, it just happened often for you, only because you always managed to lose your way or get distracted.

It wasn’t long before all three of you fell into the room breathlessly. Midoriya’s hand let go of yours as soon as you all skidded into the room. Midoriya’s eyes had fallen to you in embarrassment, realizing he’d unconsciously taken hold of your hand. He scratched the back of his head mouthing another apology, and you smiled at him softly. The bell buzzed above almost immediately after you’d entered.

“No running! Respect this classroom!” a strict sounding boy said. He was chopping his arms at the three of you.

“Sorry, Iida,” Midoriya croaked. “We were going to be late.”

“Then you should have left your rooms earlier,” a husky voice came from behind you, making the three of you jump in surprise.

A man enveloped in a large yellow sleeping bag was standing directly behind you, so close your quirk snapped through you in self-defense. You felt it rise in your body like a wave, your hands shaking. The man’s eyes locked directly on you, and his hair rose. Surprisingly, nothing happened. Your glasses didn’t fly off. Your hair didn’t move. The wave of energy that would have normally caused chaos did not come to fruition.

“Calm yourself,” the man said tensely. “You need to learn how to better control your emotions.”

You looked at him and realized he’d stopped it. He had noticed that your quirk had slipped from your control. You quickly focused your mind and your emotions so you wouldn’t lose yourself again. The man sighed, blinking his eyes, and his hair fell.

“It was right of the principal to warn me about you.”

Your gaze fell to the ground at his words. You had a lot of power, but when it came to control…well, sometimes you couldn’t control things the way you wanted to. There was just a lot of stimulating things happening today. Normally, you wouldn’t have as many issues keeping yourself calm.

The sleeping bag with a head finally unzipped itself and a scruffy man dressed in black stepped from the heavy cloth.

“My name is Shota Aizawa. I will be your teacher starting today. Understand this, if you can’t learn to control your quirk in my class, you will be expelled.”

You gulped and felt the rest of the class shift uncomfortably in their seats. You clenched your small fists at your sides and you looked up at the teacher with determination. “Yes, sir. I understand. I apologize. I will work hard!” You bowed, just as Uraraka had instructed you to do so to be respectful.

Mr. Aizawa raised an eyebrow at you, making a small dismissive noise. “The rest of you, take your seats. You, stay here.” He pointed directly at you and then to a place that was in the center of the front of the class.

“Already hazing I see,” a boy with blond hair muttered and sank further into his seat. When he caught you looking at him, he winked, forcing you to look away.

“Damn, another hot girl,” a purple boy with balls on his head said.

The mutterings started to make you nervous again, but you steadied your breathing. You didn’t want to get expelled, and you especially did not want your quirk to cause trouble again. You started fidgeting with your hands nervously, considering all the strangers now staring at you. An assortment of vibrant colors sat at each desk, despite there being uniforms.

Mr. Aizawa stepped back into his sleeping bag, zipping it back up to his chin before continuing. “Good morning class. This is our new transfer student from America. Please treat her as another classmate. She has completed an entrance exam, a written test, and has made it into this program through recommendation. Please be aware that her customs may be different from ours and to be considerate of her feelings. Kokoro, please introduce yourself and demonstrate your quirk to the class.”

Mr. Aizawa slumped against the wall. His tired eyes watched you, but you noted that he was no longer on edge. You cleared your throat nervously.

“U-um…so hello.” You waved briefly. “My name is Anna Kokoro. Most people call me Think though.” Your voice got a bit softer as you continued. “I’m excited to be here, and I hope that I can learn a lot to become a great hero one day.”

Uraraka gave you a double thumbs up in her seat for encouragement, and you smiled slightly. You turned back to Mr. Aizawa to make sure it was okay to proceed with your demonstration. He regarded you with his tired eyes before nodding expectantly. You turned back to the class.

“There are a few things that I can do with my quirk, but it all focuses on my mind.” You raised a hand slowly in front of you, and items from the first few desks began floating in front of awed students. You slowly lowered the objects, and then stood beside Mr. Aizawa’s desk. “I can even move heavier objects.” You lifted Mr. Aizawa’s desk from the ground. This took a bit more attention and energy from you, but it wasn’t nearly as tough as moving a car.

You had the full attention of the class at this point, and you tried not getting flustered. You closed your eyes, placing your hands to your temples, reaching out to each individual in front of you.

I can also communicate with all of you through the mind. No worries though. No reading your minds in this state, only if you try to talk to me do I hear you.

Super cool. You heard Midoriya’s voice echo in your head, and you blushed.

A hand shot up, and you realized that it was the strict student, Iida, from the beginning of class.

“Yes, Iida,” Mr. Aizawa said in boredom.

“If you could excuse my question, but are you able to read minds?” he asked you. His angled eyebrow raised in sole curiosity.

You nodded slowly. “I can,” you said carefully, but you frantically started waving your arms. “I will not invade your privacy, however, and I will ask your permission before doing so.”

“This does not include quirk training, so be mindful of this,” Mr. Aizawa added.

You nervously started shifting. “It’s also the hardest part of my quirk to keep under control if I am under a lot of stress, so please forgive me if I accidentally read your thoughts.”

“That’s bullshit,” the boy named Bakugo scoffed.

Your expression saddened at this. You tugged at the hem of your skirt, unable to argue with him. A negative aura flared behind you, and you looked back to see Mr. Aizawa’s eyes narrowing.

“As you are all in training, you should all respect your classmates, Bakugo, and their shortcomings. Profanity should be limited to pain, not in response to something that dissatisfies you about your classmates. I have half a mind to send you to the principal’s office.” Mr. Aizawa smiled. His eyes grew to an unnatural width, strained almost.

Bakugo clicked his tongue, avoiding his eye contact.

“It is evident that Think has great potential, but just as Midoriya had to learn, great power requires immense amounts of control.”

Bakugo clenched his fist at that, giving Mr. Aizawa a look as if he was ready to fight him.

“If you want, we can see each other after class,” Aizawa said. He was almost challenging him to your dismay. “But, if you’re done throwing a tantrum, Kokoro can continue with the presentation, and I can take my afternoon nap. Fair?”

Bakugo growled, but managed a grumbling, “Whatever, that’s fair.”

You weren’t completely incapable of keeping your quirk under control. You lifted your eyes to Bakugo, and he glared at you with his raging red eyes.

“The only thing that I can do is to warn you of the possibility that I may read your mind. I expect that I will not without your permission. In fact, it is a rare occurrence, unless emotionally agitated.”

Bakugo smirked at that, and he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he was aware that he would get in trouble if he stated another derogatory comment again.

“Your seat is the empty one, Kokoro. Front of the class,” Aizawa instructed. “Everyone split into your designated groups. Kokoro, you will be joining Todoroki and Midoriya, who will explain to you the project. I will be here observing, mainly with my eyes closed.”

“Todoroki?” you asked.

Midoriya came up to you with a huge smile on his face. He started stuttering out strings of words that seemed to revolve around your quirk and the possibilities that you would have in a combat situation. He was furiously scribbling in his notebook again. When you saw him drawing a picture of you, you involuntarily shut his notebook with your quirk. He looked up at you bashfully.

“Sorry,” you said, “It’s just a bit embarrassing.”

“N-no worries. I should be the sorry one,” Midoriya said, shifting the notebook back and scratching the back of his head.

“Hello,” a soft voice hummed over to your ears. You looked up to see a very handsome boy. One side of his face was scarred, burned. His hair, one half red and the other white, and eyes, one blue and one gray, were split into two different colors. He seemed cool, calm, collected, the exact opposite of you.

“Hi,” you said in a small voice.

“I’m Todoroki,” he said. “We’re in a group.” He didn’t motion to shake your hand, he just nodded and took a seat in a desk near the two of you.

“We need to work on an ultimate team up move together. It should be strategic based on our quirks. Later today, we’ll get to test them out, then later this week, we get to attempt it in training combat. Exciting, isn’t it?” Midoriya said with a little too much enthusiasm. He bounced on the balls of his feet, and it was almost infectious as you wanted to start bouncing yourself.

Midoriya took a seat, and you did the same. Midoriya explained what the two of them had already come up with the previous school day, and now that your powers were to be integrated they were going to change their formation as well as the team-up move’s name. Todoroki sat beside the two of you listening, without interrupting. When Midoriya’s explanation had come to a close, Todoroki finally put his full attention on you.

“What are your physical limitations?” Todoroki asked you outright. His expectant eyes waited for your response.

Your face burned in embarrassment. Midoriya’s eyes widened, gripping his hair in worry.

“Y-you can’t ask a girl that, Todoroki,” Midoriya said.

Todoroki looked a bit confused at this, and his eyebrows furrowed. “Is it that strange of a question? I’m just trying to determine…” Midoriya went to cover Todoroki’s mouth, nearly falling from his seat, before he said something too inappropriate. Todoroki jolted back from him. “My intentions weren’t to be rude. I just want to understand what kind of pressure her body can handle.”

Midoriya covered his face, and it was getting difficult not to burst out laughing. Todoroki was obviously not trying to be shrewd. He also didn’t seem to be some kind of pervert. You thought that he was genuinely just trying to complete the assignment accurately. He was asking the right questions, maybe not in the same way someone else would, but he wanted to know the best way to integrate your power with theirs. He was being thoughtful.

“I can lift a car with my quirk, but so far that’s all that I have attempted. As for my physical body, it’s average strength. I wouldn’t be able to lift one of you without using my quirk,” you answered concisely.

Midoriya looked surprised you answered, and Todoroki looked thoughtful.

“Then Midoriya and I should be spotters,” Todoroki said, “The base that is.”

“You mean, I should be in the front, in an offensive position?” you asked, a bit nervous.

“For the beginning of the move,” Todoroki said.

Midoriya shook his head in disagreement. “Think would be best used in a more defensive position. She can clear the way.”

You looked between the two of them, deep in thought. You slowly raised your hand to get their attentions as they seemed to be discussing a plan seemingly forgetting you were there.

“Yes?” Todoroki asked, noticing you first.

You tugged at strands of your hair. “Well, it’s just…I can’t help much if I don’t know your quirks as well.”

“Oh,” Todoroki said, exhaling. “I suppose we are not as popular as we once assumed. I have ice and fire abilities. I can alternate them between either side of my body. Todoroki tapped Midoriya on the shoulder to get him out of his focused state.

“Y-yes?” Midoriya asked. He’d stopped etching notes long enough to look up at the two of you.

“Think would like to know your quirk, Midoriya,” Todoroki said.

Midoriya widened his eyes. “O-oh. I have like super strength. I am able to smash with great power, and if I don’t focus enough…bad things could happen. I guess my power is kind of hard to explain.” He itched the back of his head.

“It’s just like All Might’s powers,” Todoroki said.

Midoriya made a choking sound. “Yes, my quirk is very similar to his, but I’m not nearly as good as him.” Midoriya wouldn’t make eye contact with either of you as he was talking, suggesting that what Todoroki had said made him uncomfortable.

Todoroki shrugged.

“I think I know about All Might. He’s the hero that smiles all the time, right? He’s really strong? He named most of his moves after the United States of America, didn’t he?”

Midoriya nodded. “I’ve looked up to him since I was a kid, not that I’m much older now. I’m grateful to be compared to him, but I wish that my own power didn’t break my bones. All Might doesn’t seem to have the same issue.”

“Break your bones? T-that’s got to hurt, doesn’t it?” you asked.

Midoriya nodded sheepishly. “I’d hate to say it, but I’ve gotten used to it by now. It hurts of course, but the adrenaline kind of numbs the pain.”

“It sounds like you’re a masochist, Midoriya,” Todoroki said simply.

Midoriya covered his face, continuing to write in his notebook. “You really need to be more aware of what you say, Todoroki,” Midoriya said.

“Is that not the word for someone who enjoys being in pain?”

You opened your mouth to interject, but you didn’t know what to say. Todoroki appeared to be a very literal person. He wasn’t emotionless, it just seemed his logical side was more dominant than his commonsensical side. You could understand that. How literal you were sometimes got you into trouble too.

“It’s more of a term you would use for someone in a relationship, Todoroki,” you explained.

A light blush dusted Todoroki’s cheeks. “Oh, that’s understandable why it would be embarrassing then.”

Midoriya uncovered his face, looking at you with furrowed brows. He shook his head again, focusing once more.

“Now that I know your quirks, I would have to agree with Midoriya. A defensive approach on my part would be best suited for our group. You both seem to have very offensive quirks, so I can best deal with collateral and focus my attention on possible threats that we hadn’t considered. I can keep us connected through our minds, informing you of the best trajectory as well as keep the ‘villains’ on their toes by deflecting debris of any kind or forcing them back should they have a more physical approach. I can’t form a shield, but I can grab them in a way with my ability to make them move with my mind.”

Midoriya’s eyes glistened at the idea. He quickly jotted down notes and drew a diagram of the possible formation.

“That’s a lot for one person to handle. Are you sure you can multitask like that and keep yourself protected? It must take a lot out of you?” Todoroki asked.

You fidgeted nervously under his gaze. “You are correct, but that’s why I’ve got you two on my team. If you two can take them out, after I cause a distraction and clear a path, I shouldn’t have to worry about my weakened state.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what would happen if you reached your limit? I mean exhaustion comes to mind, just as my physical powers have limits as well. Midoriya’s bones would break if he exerted himself too much. What would happen to you?”

“It’s not like I would short-circuit or something. I would most likely pass out. I’ve had nose bleeds before, and I’ve collapsed. Because it all comes from my mind, there’s always the possibility I could black out.”

“Midoriya, we can’t let Think strain herself too much. If she’s unconscious, it could put her in serious danger,” Todoroki said.

“T-that’s worst-case scenario,” you spluttered. “I’ve only had something like that happen a few times in my life. I am very aware of my own limitations.”

Todoroki nodded thoughtfully. “I see. I suppose it wasn’t fair of me to assume you couldn’t handle so many tasks at once.”

“Take a look,” Midoriya said proudly. He propped his notebook on his desk, and Todoroki and you both leaned in to get a better look.

“Mind Split?” you questioned out loud, reading the title at the top of the worn notebook.

“You don’t like it?” Midoriya asked.

“That’s not it,” you said. “It sounds pretty cool. Are you sure that you want to name it after my quirk?”

“The move will require all of us to succeed, but you are the foundation. It makes sense that we name it with the focus on you,” Todoroki said.

You smiled bashfully, fidgeting with your hair again. Todoroki leaned closer to you.

“Did I say something wrong again? Your face is turning red?” Todoroki asked.

Your face reddened even further, but you let out a small, “No.”

Todoroki nodded. “Please inform me if I say something awkward. Our customs are different, so it’s only natural that I might do or say something uncomfortable to you.”

“It’s okay, really,” you assured. “I can see you’re a very logical person. You wouldn’t say something to be malicious.”

Todoroki sat back then, crossing his arms over his chest in a calm manner, satisfied with your response.

Class continued on without a hitch. The three of you worked together to make what you could only surmise to be a flawless plan if executed correctly. By the time the bell rang, you were all more familiar with each other. Midoriya asked that you eat lunch with them later, and you agreed, knowing very well that he sat with Uraraka.

Most of the class had filed out by the time you were packing your things back in your backpack. Mr. Aizawa had rolled out of the room with his signature sleeping back tightly wrapped around him. You wished that next class you would get a better chance to see him at work. Supposedly, all the teachers at UA were heroes of some kind or another, and you were interested in how he was able to so easily shut down your quirk.

“Hey, Big Brain!”

You looked up to see the angry blond from this morning approaching you. He slammed both of his hands down onto your desk.

“M-me?” you asked.

“Yeah, you.” He leaned closer to you, tilting his face with a sneer. His red eyes examined you. “You cheated to get in here, didn’t you? You could have easily read the proctors mind when taking the written exam.”

Your chest tightened, as you leaned further back in your chair. You bit your lip. You would never cheat, and you didn’t know what you did to make him think that you would.

“Bakugo, don’t accuse someone like that. Mr. Aizawa just said to treat your classmates with respect,” Uraraka snapped, coming over to you.

Bakugo raised his hand, a series of explosions popping in his palm.

“Want to go, Round Face? I asked the newbie a question.” Bakugo turned his harsh gaze onto you again. His red eyes scanning you for weakness.

You felt your control slipping. This boy made you a little more than nervous. He was scary. You grabbed hold of your glasses so they didn’t go flying again.

“I-I…” you stuttered.

“How could someone like you, get into a school like this? You have no control of your quirk, and from what I can tell you’re a total weakling. I don’t see any reason why they recommended you for this program.”

“Yo, Bakubro. That’s totally not manly of you to say,” Kirishima said, slowly approaching. Both of his hands were up in defense.

“Shut it, Shitty Hair. If she didn’t cheat, she wouldn’t have a problem answering me.” Bakugo said, getting even closer to your face.

“P-Please back up,” you said. “I would never cheat.” Your voice sounded small even to you. You’ve run into bullies before. You were always shorter than your peers and having glasses didn’t help either. You made sure to give yourself personal space when around most people, not just because you were a prime target for bullying, but because your immune system has been compromised since you were a baby.

“What did you say, Big Brain? Can’t admit you cheated?” Bakugo grabbed the front of your shirt, and the firm hold you had on your quirk let go.

“I said I didn’t cheat!” With a burst of energy, starting from your head and hitting Bakugo like a wave, your quirk overflowed. Bakugo’s fingers were forced open and the energy forced him to fly back into the chalkboard. His hands and legs were spread wide, and he couldn’t move. His eyes widened in surprise and anger.

“Think!” Uraraka’s voice grabbed you.

You realized what you’d done, and you let Bakugo go. He dropped to the classroom floor. He was in an offensive stance, staring daggers at you. Kirishima suddenly blocked him from you. His body had become angled, almost like it had formed rocks over his tanned skin. He held back Bakugo back, saying several things that didn’t get through to him.

Uraraka started tugging you from the room, pulling your suitcase with her.

“Thanks Kirishima,” she said, dashing down the hall, you in tow. “You’re lucky we don’t tell the principal on you, Bakugo.”

“What did you say, Round Face?!” Bakugo yelled after her.

“Calm down,” you heard Kirishima. “This isn’t heroic of you at all! What are you doing starting a fight with the transfer student?”

Their voices faded the farther that Uraraka pulled you, until she finally released your hand.

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-'🌸-{~The Girl from the Flowers~}-🌸'- - -~{One}~- (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ZTKHBvbbQ4 Koharu, or "Spring," is a girl that lives in the City of Clouds, (雲の街), and has always been a free spirit living in the magical world above Earth. She has always studied about Earth, about large explosions that would happen every once in a while, and the rumor they had powers! She was always told not to go to エッジ, The Edge, where the clouds end and she could fall down to Earth. One day she ventures too far out from the City, and slips off the edge, and she lands in a dense forest in the United States, where flowers, vines and moss grow over her as she is in a coma for a whole year in the forest, and two unexpected people come and visit the states and find her there; All Might and Izuku Midoriya, where she begins her life on Earth, gains a Quirk, and lives a life she could only dream of in the City of Clouds!

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Here we are, a first look at the ProHeroDabixFemVillainReader story cover!🐿

In this case I draw myOc with Dabi, but I remind you that the story will be a readerxDabi, I continue with the revision of the text🥹

Kissyou🥰

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My Hero Accademia Crossover/ Jujutsu kaisen - Sorcery Fight - The Curse of the Blue Pearls [ DabixOc]

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𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈: ≛Dabi is a curse that was awakened when Erena broke a blue pearl necklace. Erena has always seen paranormal things since she was a child, she is not afraid of the curse she has released, but she is attracted to it and wants to help her. In a difficult situation they are forced to make an agreement, but this is not seen well by sorcerers. ≛

𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Original character

Desclaimer: I hope you are all having a nice Christmas and holidays in the company of those you love! This is a little thought, a crossover between two manga that I personally love! The story is also published in Italian on the efp website, I will publish it soon on AO3. Enjoy our Dabi Curse and the pitture in the Banner made buy me!👻💀

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Prologue

The specter of the Blue Fire was a ruthless god, it is believed that he was able to corrupt one of the four elements and to be able to bring it back to its place. It is said that he was originally human and that more than a thousand years ago, when witchcraft was in its prime, shamans tried everything to defeat him, but to no avail.

Only after a long time did they manage to kill him, but they failed to destroy his power and for this reason he was enclosed in a necklace of twenty blue pearls. This cursed object has been kept hidden for a long time behind a sacred waterfall that is difficult to reach for those without a minimum of spiritual energy.

But times have changed and the cursed fetishes slowly lose their custodial power, allowing the curses to awaken and it seems that spiritual energy is starting to awaken in ordinary people marking the beginning of a new era.

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My Hero Accademia Crossover/ Jujutsu kaisen - Sorcery Fight - The Curse of the Blue Pearls [ DabixOc]

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𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Original character

Desclaimer: I hope you enjoy this first chapter! Here come all the characters we love!

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Chapter I: Miyagi Prefecture - Sendai

« Senpai are you awake? »Shigaraki's voice was almost drowned out by the bell as much as he was pressing it hard, he had arrived about ten minutes early and he was surely afraid of finding me asleep.

I smiled to myself and got up from the couch to go open the door for him and let him in.

« Good morning my little Kohai how are you? » I smiled reaching up a hand over his head to ruffle his silver hair – in the early morning light it had a very light blueish tint.

The cheeks of the little boy in front of me turned red, coloring the whole face up to the tips of the ears for the nickname by which I had called him - it had not been easy to be able to earn that trust.

The embarrassed smile didn't take long to arrive on his face, in those years he had grown a lot and our height difference was slowly disappearing, he would soon have reached and surpassed me. I had known Shigaraki since he was in middle school, he may have gotten taller over time and gained muscle mass, but his character was always the same: shy, reserved and tender with few people.

« Come on in, I've just finished heating up breakfast. » I said, turning around and gesturing for him to follow me into the apartment. I heard the door close behind me and the sound of the shoe rack opening. In our district the morning was always very cold, the day only started to get warmer in the late morning even if you always had to cover up a bit.

« I'm sorry to have disturbed you, but I couldn't come later… » Shigaraki was behind me, we had passed the living room to get to the kitchen, I reassured him with a wave of my hand: « Don't worry, you know I wake up early and for once I won't be alone for breakfast! » I said as I lifted the hot water kettle to make it stop ringing. The warm vapor he had produced had been a pleasant caress on my cold hand.

« Senpai for you getting up early is synonymous with not sleeping all night. » Tomura had taken his place at the table and I had joined him placing the kettle on a ceramic ledge. I smiled at him and turned back to the stove, to check that everything was ready and also to divert the subject. Sleep and I hadn't gotten along very well since I could remember.

« Are you working on the new research papers? » Shigaraki had turned to me to check if I needed help. I smiled at him and nodded my head, recently the professor I had been assigned to as an assistant had left me a lot of material to review which would then be published as a new university textbook in our department. It was a very complicated and heavy job, together with the lessons to be prepared and explained to the pupils on the days when he had to go to his father who had been ill for a long time.

« Yes, but I don't feel like talking about it, the very thought makes me want to throw everything out the window, tell me about yourself instead. » I said as I moved the ladle clockwise in the air, I wanted to drive away thoughts of the University, I still lacked some qualifications to be able to enter the university professorship system and have my own personal assistants, I had to grit my teeth.

« I printed the program that we have done so far Senpai, also I have the homework that the professors have left us. » My Kohai had placed an orange folder on the opposite side of the table, he had always been diligent and tidy, I kind of envied him for that, I found myself flying sheets and notebooks in every corner of the room.

« Great, so I can have a look at it. » Yesterday was the day before your holidays, what did you do? How did the computer club go? I'm curious. » I had placed the bowl of rice in front of him, while the salamone would have needed a little more, the vegetables were ready and the miso soup was luckily still hot.

« Thanks for the breakfast Senpai…yesterday was a relatively quiet day. Our teachers told us not to hang around too much during these weeks and at the club we went ahead with the design of our game. We thought we'd meet up with a few companions to chat a bit one of these afternoons… »Tomura had taken the chopsticks as soon as I had served the fish and sat down next to him.

Tomura was making great strides and was finally coming out of the envelope that he had created in the past. His gaze was calm and he had smiled as he told me those things, he had recently managed to integrate into the class he had been transferred to and had also taken up a club after school.

My old Japanese literature teacher called me one day in despair about Tomura's case. Despite my work at university I had kept in touch with my former teacher and I was always happy to be able to help her with the kids she often talked to me about over a cup of tea.

She had helped me in the past and I wanted to reciprocate that gesture with everything I could.

When he presented Tomura's case to me, I was perplexed, he was a complicated boy, antisocial and non-cooperative, neither with the professors nor with the other students. He didn't participate in any extracurricular activities, he skipped lessons and afternoons when he had to help clean up the classroom.

His file indicated a very bad family situation, his real parents had died when he was four years old with all his family in a strange accident that still remained a mystery today. The man who had adopted him had made him change his first and last name, but he was often absent and away on business and Shigaraki often stayed with their butler or alone when Kurogiri also had to help his father in business.

Tomura was a boy with enormous potential that he didn't want to use, he had locked himself up in a bubble and had deliberately isolated himself from the outside world, scratching that bubble hadn't been easy, it had taken a lot of patience and time.

Luckily the stepfather had turned out to be a person who seemed to be genuinely interested in Shigaraki's good and had offered me all of his support. Earning that trust had been among the best things that had ever happened to me. Shigaraki's path wasn't easy, even though he was opening up he still had many aspects to work on, but he was putting all of himself into it.

« This pleases me, in a few days they should open a new crêpes place, you could see you there. » I had put more salmon in his bowl of rice, he had to eat a lot of protein to put on a little more muscle mass, another problem to solve was his diet made up mainly of chemical energy drinks which replaced most of the his meals, while I then got other vegetables for myself.

Spring break had just begun, Tomura had to enjoy it as much as possible.

« Erena…Senpai…my father will be away for this period and Kurogiri will have to go with him…they have an important job to do…if it's not too much trouble could I stay with you? » My Kohai's delicate skin had turned red again.

« Sure Tomura, you don't even have to ask. » I had smiled as I poured some more mixed soup into his bowl, I would have taken care of him in any way as long as it was necessary.

His red eyes had lit up with happiness and the boy next to me had resumed eating more cheerfully. Having a father-stepfather-absent most of the time and being with a butler who isn't Batman's Alfred wasn't easy for Tomura and many of his problems were related to that. Kurogiri wasn't a bad person but he was also his stepfather's right hand man, he couldn't leave him too often.

« But when do the boys arrive? »He asked me after he finished chewing on the salmon. I'd gotten up to get the TV remote and turn on the morning news to check the latest news.

« Magne should finish his magnetic research laboratory by lunchtime and he will join us later, the others should join us by noon. We have lunch together and then we pack our bags and set off. The commentator's voice had called me back to the television screen.

From the writing behind the reporter it was read that some strange reports had been found by the police of our district, almost paranormal events that had required the intervention of some specialists. A shiver ran up my spine as the images of buildings partially ruined by some supernatural force seemed to awaken something in me.

« These accidents have been on the increase in recent times. » I said as he put the dishes in the sink and turned on the hot water jet to start washing them. Tomura got up and finished clearing the table, he stood next to me to dry the chopsticks and bowls I was cleaning.

« The old lady who stands on the corner of my neighborhood, the one who uses the glass ball to be clear, has been more active than before for a few days ... she says that the forces that govern our world have begun to move and that our strong emotions will be our downfall. »He He said as he turned to look for the television remote control to turn up the volume, compared to other days there seemed to be more news and images to divulge. Of all the news that of Sugisawa's school remained the most important and the one that the news talked about the most, from that day on everything had taken a different turn.

« Forces that rule our ro world or not…they won't stop the professor from leaving me three quintals of material to analyze and summarize. I have to prepare the lecture slides again! » I had looked up at the sideboard to check the small calendar I had bought at the beginning of the year. There was only a week left before the delivery deadline, I was already mentally preparing for all the capsules I would have to use to produce enough coffee to stay awake all night.

« If you want help, I also brought the computer and I can do the Power Point for you. » Shigaraki put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me: « And this way you don't get tachycardia ahead of time, I saw your garbage bags... coffee can't replace your meals » In those moments, when I came scolded by my Kohai it seemed that our roles were reversed, I smiled at him and took the towel he handed me to remove the last drops of wetness from my hands.

« I should look for a good partner who knows how to cook and who always does the shopping, so I could take care of the projects that leave me without problems. » I had crossed my arms under my breasts and pouted leaning against the sink, Shigaraki's face had turned red, biting his lips and his eyes were looking for anything not to meet my gaze. He was embarrassed as hell.

« Wouldn't I be jealous? » I had leaned towards him to observe him better, the blush now covered his whole face up to the tips of his ears, he had put his white and tapered hands behind his neck and had begun to inhale deeply.

Tomura had some peculiar tics, among which was that of scratching his neck until it bled in moments of great stress.

At the beginning of our relationship, his neck was almost always bandaged and in some moments he had even gotten to bleed through the bandages, for him every element that surrounded him provided a reason for strong stress. We had worked hard on it and even if the tic hadn't completely disappeared, my Kohai's neck hadn't had bandages for at least a good year.

«Senpai you know that first he will have to be approved by us and then maybe he will receive our approval. »He replied turning towards me to face me. Soon he would be taller than me and the time when I was taller than him would be over.

I started laughing followed by my Kohai and after a handful of minutes full of laughter we started preparing the table for the study.

I was at a good point with the revision of the texts that the professor had entrusted me with only about twenty missing, several essays on ancient mythological figures and their representation in the tapestries of the temples, while the presentations had to be assembled, I had collected all the photographic material and caption to insert in the slides, I had made a word file distinguishing each element by slide.

« Senpai do you get paid for all this work? » Tomura had turned on his laptop in front of mine, each of us had a notebook to write in, post-its and various colored pens with matching highlighters. Stationery was one of my weaknesses.

« Not enough, but it's almost time to become a full professor, just three exams and a final thesis and then all this work will start to be paid. Do you have the credentials to access my cloud? » I asked as I began to separate the different documents that I had to start reading to write the last chapter that was assigned to me.

« Yes, I saved them last time, the next lesson you have to teach is about Katsushika Oi? Hokusai's daughter? » Tomura scrolled through the images I had uploaded and the texts linked to them.

« You have been greatly re-evaluated, also because by now it is certain that you were as established a painter as her father and that you helped him several times in her works. » I replied as I applied the first post-it on the document which concerned the description of the pigments used and the meaning of the color range and why precisely that one had been chosen. Among all, it was the longest document.

« Maybe I'll use your notes for a possible research they entrusted me on her at school… » Tomura had settled back in his chair and started typing something on the keyboard.

In response, I winked at him and threw myself into reading the essay I was holding in my hands.

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We had worked for the next three hours, Tomura had gotten up a few times to get cranberry juice and glasses, we had turned down the volume on the television just to have a pleasant background to keep us company.

Tomura had occasionally shown me how the PowerPoint he was organizing for me was proceeding, luckily he knew my tastes and the method I used to make the slides so there were very few corrections to make and in an hour he had finished the job and then was dedicated to his research on Hokusai's daughter.

He had read all the material that was in my cloud and had started to synthesize and rework it, in that case he had occasionally asked me for some more explanations and I had been happy to reveal to him some little tidbits about that female character.

« The bibliography you drew from is immense, are all these books in the library? » Shigaraki looked at the huge list located at the end of the document.

« Most yes, even if for some I had to go to the museum archives ... in one there was a too precise guardian who checked me every minute. »The librarian was a person very dedicated to his work, precise and meticulous as to be frightening. It had been a feat to be able to get me only the photocopies of some texts that I needed for my research.

Shigaraki was about to say something when suddenly the bell started ringing, three short beeps all close together. We looked at each other and, smiling, I gestured for him to go and open it, while I stretched my arms and arranged the notes we'd written by hand: « Toga must be hopping on the spot, open them before he sticks to the bell. »

In a short time, a blond head with two pigtails with disheveled tufts that recalled Pucca's had swooped down on me, leaving Shigaraki at the door.

« Senpai! How nice I finally finished school! Now we can spend more time together! Shiggy aren't you happy? You stay with Senpai right? We have to do so many things together! » Himiko Toga was a girl with a thousand resources, with a somewhat particular character. She attended the same school as Shigaraki but they were in different years, she had been among the first to try to approach him without being afraid of her cadaverous aspect, but she was actually attracted to him.

In one of our first meetings she had told me that Shigaraki looked like a vampire, and then she had told me that she was one of her biggest obsessions like her blood.

At first I was a little worried thinking the worst about Toga and her unleashed fan girl character, but from subsequent meetings I understood that she was a good girl and that she simply wanted to be appreciated for what she was.

She wanted to have a place in our society and not be excluded just because of her choices. Eventually I was also her Senpai to go to when she needed something or to hang out with her and we became her-friends by her skin as she liked to call us.

« Toga you risk breaking her ribs if you keep crushing her like this! » Tomura had closed the door behind him and had approached us, despite everything he still had some problems in physical contact. He watched Toga and the blonde smiled at him in return while she cautiously placed a hand on her arm giving him a few pats. Measured gestures that Shigaraki could tolerate without sudden panic attacks. Toga had done a very important job for both her and Tomura, and I was happy about that.

« You're jealous, you should hug Senpai from time to time, it helps calm your nerves. »Toga had answered her friending a smile and hiding her face in my bosom.

I stroked her head while out of the corner of her eye I watched as Shigaraki rolled his eyes and sighed. Toga had earned a place in Tomura's heart, as I had earned it over time, each of our group had established a unique and irreplaceable relationship with him by now.

« I'm both Senpai, remember that. Come on let's fix the kitchen it's the table that the others will be arriving. I said as I put my hands on Toga's shoulders smiling. Both boys nodded and followed me into the living room.

«We have to set the table for five, Magne confirmed to me that she joins us after lunch. » I looked at my cell phone, it was just over half past noon, time had flown by while Tomura and I studied.

« Shall I take the plate to cook the meat? » Shigaraki's red eyes had moved towards the cupboard next to the French door. In response I nodded as I went with Toga to get one of the large tablecloths that my grandmother had sent me some time ago, arguing that a girl my age should always have clean tablecloths for every occasion.

We had quickly tidied up the room and added a chair from the kitchen and then settled in at the stove. While I was cutting the vegetables Toga had started making the sauce for the ravioli, Tomura was making the dough for the latter and preparing the steamer to cook them. Once the vegetables were cut, I put them in the pot, together with a cube of broth for the Ramen and put the heat on high to speed up the cooking times.

« You finished the mirin Senpai! » Toga checked among the bottles for the kitchen placed near the sink, Tomura had finished kneading and had put the mixture to rest, now he was helping Himiko look for the bottle she needed.

« Check the pantry, I stocked up some time ago. » I answered as I took the eggs and put them to boil, I turned around to check the steamer and to see how much dressing we had made, I should have added more baskets because, like every time, the boys had gone too far. I was about to take them when the intercom rang, I looked at the time it was only a quarter of an hour before the moon and the only one who arrived early like that was Jin Bubaigawara, but we often called him by his stage name Twice.

I turned to go to open and was hit by my friend's voice. Twice was a promising voice actor, he had been noticed by many production companies and had had small roles and many auditions, he was always practicing even when he was talking on the phone with us. He loved to alternate between two personalities, one better and the other bad, often this great spirit of sacrifice and dedication to acting had caused us a lot of trouble and for this we had always apologized to the people who looked at us on the street or inside the clubs .

The scar on his forehead was one of his hallmarks, but every time to find out how he got it, Twice ignored or evaded the question, even after years he hadn't wanted to confide in us. Tomura and Toga bet that he had done some bullshit and that he was ashamed to tell it, me and the others thought differently but in the end they all made us laugh at a joke or some bullshit that was told to us by our friend.

« THE PARTY IS HERE! But take it easy, this is not the time to revel! » Two vocal timbres that seemed to have nothing in common, yet came from the same person. I laughed and urged him to climb.

« Senpai we found the Mirin! »Toga had come out of the pantry with two bottles pressed to her chest, Tomura was next to her with the dough in one hand and a rolling pin in the other. Seeing them so close was nice.

« Excellent, Jin has just arrived, I'm going to open the door, the tray where to put the ravioli is behind the sink, take a pan with a little oil, let's make some gyoza. »I quickly dried my hands and ran to open the door to Twice, who hugged me without wasting time.

« Compress and Spinner are arriving, looking for a place downstairs. » Jin smiled as he pointed the way behind him. The nicknames were born for fun once we went bowling and then they stayed between us as adults. We didn't know Toga and Shigaraki yet but they soon started using them too.

« Was Atsuhiro Sako able to find someone to replace him for the entertainment show? » Mr. Compress had then become his stage name and the orange shirt was his sign of recognition. He often performed as an entertainer in a place that in the morning was a bar and in the evening it became a night club for a few people, even if we managed to get in a few times.

«I think so, but he didn't tell me anything else. But do you know how the partner is? » Jin and I were at the door to witness the maneuver that Shuichi Iguchi, or rather Spinner, was carrying out to park his van in front of my house gate, as well as the vehicle we would use to go on a camping trip all together. I shook my head in denial.

Ever since we had known him Atsuhiro had a girlfriend with whom we had always had little contact - the few times we had seen her she was on a video call with him - she was very ill and was often forced to stay in the hospital for observation attached to a drip and various machines that gave her a minimum of relief, they had met one day right in the hospital and since then it had been love at first sight Compress told us after introducing her to us and both continued to be very united and very much in love.

« Lately not even Spinner has been able to find out anything, we fear the worst a little... but it's better that the two brats don't know, if you can tell us about it. Twice's voice was a whisper and it was different from his usual tone. The problem must have been very serious, I nodded and while Jin went to greet the boys and help them with the cooking.

Spinner had just gotten out of the car, his purple hair clashed quite a bit with the red scarf he was carrying with him. He waved at me, making sees then the parcels they brought with them, all filled with meat and vegetables and other miscellaneous groceries for our four-day outing.

I smiled at him and motioned for both of them to get on. One way or another I would find out how Compress was doing and then we would try to help him one way or another. Toga had come up beside me and was waving to the boys as they walked up the stairs, they had done a lot of shopping, it seemed to be over four days.

« Don't you think I've exaggerated, you three? » I asked as Spinner handed me two of the sacks he was carrying. There seemed to be meat inside them, the purple-haired boy winked at me and smiled.

« A little shopping is for you, since deadlines are approaching and you are barricading yourself at home. » Compress had smiled at me, even if that smile was a bit forced we all noticed it but no one dared to throw the stone.

« Don't make me think about it, I'm forcing myself not to bring anything of work with me to this campsite. » I answered giving him a pat on the shoulder after placing the parcels on the table. In the whole group, Compress and I could count the longest friendship, it started through a fight in the supermarket when I was an away university student and he made his debut in the world of entertainment for the first time, and little by little the group was created which boasted younger members Toga and Shigaraki.

« We also brought dessert and fresh fruit, Magne should join us to eat it together. » Jin had opened one of the packages and taken a transparent box with what appeared to be a cream and strawberry cake inside. Toga and I looked at each other with a long look of understanding, being the only girls in the group also means being a little spoiled.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tomura chatting with Iguchi, they were talking about video games. I smiled to myself as I began packing up everything the boys had brought. After a while, when the broth timer was ready, we all sat at the table for lunch and started chatting about this and that.

And between one cooking and another of the meat, done over the coals or in the broth, time passed quickly until Magne's arrival, he too had brought a chocolate cake and sweets to apologize for the fact that he hadn't been able to come to lunch: « It's almost time and the final project will be completed, after which I will have to revise the whole thesis and maybe maybe I can finish the doctorate. » Our friend had told us as he took a seat next to Spinner.

The conversation resumed even while Compress and I were in the kitchen to make coffee, which according to everyone was used to digest the sweets, laughter after laughter continued to come from the dining room and I was happy about this, those moments were needed.

« Would you have told me that one day Tomura would laugh with us? » Atsuhiro was leaning with his arms crossed on the sink, while I checked the coffee machine.

«It is thanks to all of us… but he still has a way to go. I answered, turning to look at the scene we had in front of the two of us. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at my friend, he was tense and even during lunch there was something strange behind his gestures.

« Ask your question come on, I know Jin told you something. » And as if by magic he pulled a blue glass marble out of my ear, I laughed and took it between my fingers to look at it. Clear and transparent, it looked like a small bubble ready to capture that moment forever. I inhaled before speaking, Compress knew me well and knew how I acted to understand if any of us had something and also knew that I would have waited as long as necessary before one of them told me about his problem: « I won't beat around the bush, but I wanted to ask you how it's going and remind you that you have all our help and support. » The machine was starting to whistle, a sign that it was almost ready and I turned to put out the flame.

« It's not a good time, neither at work nor with her... I know you want to help me but at the moment I don't know what to do either Erena, I just know that a wave hit me and I'm still trapped in the undertow. » Compress said looking up at the ceiling, I remained beside him listening: «I'll tell you about it in these days, but I want us to enjoy the holiday. We all need it. »He finally said smiling and taking the sugar, the cups and the spoons.

We looked into each other's eyes, I his brown in my green, and I nodded in turn then leaning my head on his arm, Compress smiled again understanding what I wanted to say to him and then we both headed to the others to talk about the itinerary we would follow . That vacation would have been good for everyone.

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Spring 2018 Registration - Akiu Otaki Falls - Sendai District

Awakening a high level curse

A bunch of people got involved

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