#then the desk will go to my room and the fucker wont have access to it at all. i dont care

[jonny-b-meowborn]

I really miss doing art and I think at this point I've mostly recovered from being overworked with my diploma, I wish I had a desk* so I could draw without having to hold my laptop on my lap and completely busting my spine and knees and wrists

*I do have a desk that belongs to me but my brother keeps occupying it, and if I leave the room for literally more than five minutes while my laptop is on said desk, he will remove it and put his own laptop on the desk

#we literally agreed on a system where we switch who has access to the desk every week #he doesnt respect that system at all #today while he was at school i put his stuff on his bed and placed my laptop on the desk since he was supposed to give it to me days ago #i had the desk for only a few hours #because my mom asked me to go to the store with her and when i came back the little shit already took the desk for himself #like. at this point what can i even do #sometimes he does it literally while i just go to the toilet or the kitchen #and whenever i think of having to draw with my device on my lap i just. wanna throw my tablet away #my back is already in almost constant pain i dont need more of that #besides when i do that my laptop overheats faster. its old and doesnt work as well #i have this like laptop stand on the desk that keeps it from overheating #of course when my brother takes the desk he takes the stand too so i cant do anything #im just. so fucking upset #cant wait to move out #then the desk will go to my room and the fucker wont have access to it at all. i dont care #you know the most annoying thing about it is that he does have a desk at his father's place. which is literally in the same building #he can go there and have his own desk and own room. but he chooses to stay here for whatever reason #sometimes i feel like he stays here only to make me upset #bee buzz

[luki-fanfic]

KHR/BNHA Fanfic: The Restaurant with Sushi That’s Out of This World P.2

When it comes to food, Aizawa will happily subsist on protein packets and energy drinks.  However, his friends and co-workers don’t seem to understand the perfectly logical reasoning for this, and he often finds himself on the receiving end of leftovers.

As such, the first time he becomes aware of Hizashi’s newest food obsession is when a bag is dumped on his desk, followed by a very excited “Shouta you have to try this you’ll never eat anything else ever again!” from his oldest friend.

He’d be more excited if Hizashi didn’t utter something similar every other time he tried a new restaurant, but at least the sushi is recognisable.  Hizashi’s love of ‘fusion dining’ had been a dark time in the UA staff room. Cementoss still can’t look at clam chowder without running to the toilet.

Long years of experience have taught him that Hizashi wont let him rest until he’s at least sampled some of it – and with a long set upon sigh (that’s only partially for effect), he snaps the chopsticks in half and pops the closet piece into his mouth.

Flavour immediately bursts onto his tongue, and he pauses in surprise.  

It’s very good.  Almost too-good-for-his-paycheck good.

From his side, Hizashi starts to cackle.

“I know right?  I don’t know what Yamamoto’s secret is but I’m not eating sushi anywhere else.”

Aizawa eats another piece, lips stumbling into a smile at the taste, and finally turns to Hizashi.

“Where did you get...this?”

He trails off when he realises the only reason Hizashi isn’t eating with him is because he’s frantically changing.  The lower half of his uniform is still on, but he’s pulling off a suit jacket and some very large t-shirt he’s pretty sure All Might left in the staff room last week.  His hair is mangled, he’s clearly tried to put Present Mic’s gelled up spectacle into a ponytail in an attempt make it fall flat the way it does naturally – or at least more naturally than the several tons of gel automatically makes it - and for the life of him, Aizawa cannot figure out why.  That ‘do’ stays in place until Hizashi has a free hour, access to hot running water and a change of clothes.  Present Mic wouldn’t be caught dead with hair that wasn’t ‘up and about like the hands of his listeners Shouta!’

Hizashi doesn’t even seemed fazed by Shouta’s confusion, and continues to grin as he pulls off the shirt and starts rooting around his desk, pulling out Present Mic’s jacket and speaker.

“It’s from Takesushi, that restaurant that took over from the hot pot joint that closed last month?  Went in out of curiosity, but the sushi keeps bringing me back.”

Back in uniform, he grabs his own pair of chopsticks and jumps into his own chair, schooching it closer to Shouta and shoving a piece into his mouth.  “Decided I finally couldn’t keep it from my best friend, especially when it’s well within walking distance.”

“Although apparently unfriendly to heroes?” Aizawa asks, hand gesturing to the mess that is currently Hizashi’s hair.  The man grimaces, hand rising to check out the damage before aborting the action in exchange for more sushi.

“Well, that’s a long story” Hizashi admits.  “Present Mic ‘may’ have ruffled some feathers first time he went in, so I try to not to go in as a hero.  Plus I’m kind of on speaking terms with the owner, so I’d rather he not put two and two together.”

Aizawa raises an eyebrow.

“Speaking terms?  How much sushi have you eaten this month?”

Tellingly, Hizashi’s eyes flicker down to his belly before he offers a sheepish grin.  Aizawa rolls his eyes, but eats another piece.  He’s not entirely sure he can blame him all things considered.

“You know what, when I can finally drag you out for a proper meal, I’ll introduce you.  The two of you will hit it off in a heartbeat. You’ve so much in common, Yamamoto’s devoted to his work, fosters a bunch of troubled kids, and considers me his best friend in town.  

“How long has he been in town?” Is Aizawa’s automatic reply, and Hizashi mock pouts.

“Shouta!”

Aizawa ignores him, choosing to go over the earlier statements.

“I don’t foster kids.”

That immediately has Hizashi grinning.

“True, but you’re such a mother hen to your students you might as well adopt them.  I’ve got money riding on one of them accidentally calling you ‘Dadzawa-Sensei’ by the end of the year.”

Aizawa scoffs.  That little bet has been going since he started teaching, and Hizashi hasn’t won yet.  The man chooses to ignore the dismissal, and pats Aizawa on the back before grabbing the last piece of sushi in the box.

“Trust me Shouta, when I get you in there, you’ll wonder how you ever lived without it.”

Normally, Hizashi spends a month inhaling his latest craving before getting bored and looking for the next new thing.  But when the deadline comes and goes, Takesushi take out boxes are still littering the staff room.  Granted, they’re not all from the Voice Hero – he’s infected half the teachers at this point, and Aizawa has even started seeing the boxes pop up in students hands at lunch time.  Takesushi is clearly here to stay, which means Hizashi might actually make good on making Aizawa socialise.

He’s walking towards the school, mentally forming an excuse should his friend try to coax him out tonight, when his eyes are drawn to a crowd near the side of the street, and the smell of explosives hits his nose.

A few moments later, he’s pushed through to the front of the crowd, to find part of a wall still smoking, and three men he vaguely remembers as low level problems on former patrols thoroughly beaten up and in cuffs, being pulled towards an ambulance by officers.  It doesn’t take long to fill in the story – the crowd is buzzing with information.

“-fourth fight this week isn’t it?”

“-really knew what they were doing.  Those men couldn’t even touch him.”

“-ink its one of the UA students?”

“-ain squabble?”

“Not in this neighbourhood.  But what if-”

“ust be some kind of vendetta.  Did they find whoever they attacked?”

“Vanished when they heard the sirens.  Oh!  Could we have a vigilante?”

Aizawa lets the voices wash over him as he takes in the damage, before moving away from the scene.

It’s not his jurisdiction.  It’s not even his day to patrol, but whenever he finds himself with spare time that morning, he finds himself digging through reports for vandalism for the local area.

What he finds confirms what he’s heard.  This is the fourth fight in the area around UA that has ended with explosions.  The first two were against teens from other schools.  The boys from the first fight all had records, while the second had apparently been trying to attack or intimidate another student (‘looked as timid as a mouse and squealed like a puppy’ according to the witness reports).  The third was when police started taking notice – the opponent was a grown man with several accounts of indecency towards woman who had been cornering a young woman who supposedly had run off with her mysterious defender.

All in all, there’s not much of a pattern.  It certainly doesn’t appear to be the work of a villain, or even a vigilante – teenagers and perverts suggests something more random.  The work of someone with a short temper, plenty of pride, and considerable protectiveness or chivalry.

By lunchtime, he’s wondering if he’s curious enough to request the original witness reports for the incidents when he hears Bakugo screaming from the corridor.

“IT WASN’T FUCKING ME!”

His head drops to hit the table, but Aizawa still finds the energy to get to his feet and walk to the door.  When he takes in the scene, his senses immediately go to high alert.

There’s a police officer in the corridor, trying to calm his volatile student down and failing miserably.  The second Bakugo realises he has an audience, his face snaps round to face Aizawa and points at the officer accusingly.

“There’s some goddamn shitty copycat running around and these morons are here bothering me rather than doing their fucking jobs!” Bakugo snarls, hands smoking.

Ah.

Part of Aizawa just wants to sigh and crawl back into the classroom.  Due to the nature of hero training, the police officers districts local to UA all get a list of students and their quirks.  Considering Bakugo’s score on the entrance exam, it wouldn’t have taken long to find a possible suspect.

Still...a quirk is not enough reason for the police to confront a student.  And certainly not without approaching his home room teacher first. Choosing to ignore the rage unless the boy actually starts sparking, Aizawa turns his attention to the officer.

“Officer…?”

“Tanaka” the man offers.

“Officer Tanaka, What makes you think my student was the one responsible?”

Bakugo almost starts hissing, while the Tanaka sighs.

“From the damage done to the street in each incident, they clearly went against someone with an explosive quirk.  Nothing else matches the blast pattern, and our recent victims all clearly insisted the ‘foreign looking, pale-haired ass-hole with a foul mouth’ tried to blow them up.”

“FOREIGN?” Bakugo howls.  “I’m a hundred percent Japanese you fucker!”

...But he doesn’t look it, Aizawa admits to himself.  Hair and eye colour are no longer any way to tell ethnicity in a quirk-filled world, but old ways of thinking, especially in countries like Japan, still cling on in some neighbourhoods.

And even disregarding that, Bakugo is already proven the other two parts of the description fit him to a tee.

“Regardless, I will need to know your whereabouts for these incidents” Tanaka tells Bakugo.  

“Do as he says” Aizawa adds, and when it appears the teen is about to erupt again, quickly adds-

“I will be aiding Officer Tanaka in this investigation, and while I have no doubt of your innocence, providing the necessary proof will save everyone a great deal of time and effort.”

The boy dearly wants to blast them both – the mental battle in his eyes would almost be hilarious if not for the situation – but he keeps himself in control.

“Fine” he spits out.  “Give me the times and I’ll tell you where I was. But if you don’t find this fucker I’m going hunting myself.”

Of that, Aizawa has no doubt.  Looks like he’ll be working late today.

“Drinks tonight?” Hizashi asks when Aizawa staggers into the staff room at the end of the day.

“I can’t” Aizawa.  “There’s a situation that I need to deal with.  I’m meeting with law enforcement in half an hour.”

“What!” Hizashi squawks, standing up in indignation.  “You aren’t on patrol tonight!  I checked.”

Aizawa just takes the opportunity to slump down on the sofa, head leaning back as far as it’ll go on the back.

“It’s student related.  There’s reports of illegal quirk use, and one of my first years matches the description.”

Hizashi gives a low whistle.  “Ouch.  Do you think-”

“No” Aizawa answers emphatically.  “But fingers have to point somewhere unless it’s stopped.  Officer Tanaka and I will be canvassing the area to try and get a more accurate description, hopefully before another incident takes place.”

He runs a hand through his hair before continuing.

“So far, all we know is we have a dozen witnesses insisting they’ve seen fights in the neighbourhoods north of UA where a teenager used explosions to fight off his opponents” he replies.  “A loud, violent, pale haired teenager with little respect for authority and an exceptionally foul mouth. It was a close enough description to Bakugo to bring law enforcement here.”

It does, admittedly, sound a lot like Bakugo Katsuki.  But whatever his fellow classmates might think, Aizawa knows Bakugo’s type – he wouldn’t risk his reputation by illegally using his quirk in broad daylight, and he’s strong enough not to have to. Which means there probably is an unintentional copycat running around.

It helps that two of his provided alibi’s have proven iron clad – he was still in school for the first attack, and he was caught on camera in a subway station for the third, but Aizawa needs to nip this in the bud.  Illegal quirk use can ruin a hero’s career before it begins – if Bakugo continues to be associated, it wont even matter that he’s not responsible, and the explosive teen is going to have enough challenges in making it to graduation without loading another teen’s mistakes to his file.

“...You sure they were all near the North?”

Aizawa huffs.  “Yes.”

“...Anywhere near Seirin High or...the restaurant district?”

Aizawa stills, and pulls his head up.  Hizashi looks worried, fingers twisting together in a way he only does when he’s feeling guilty.

“Hizashi?”

His friend winces.

“I...may, possibly, know a non-UA teenager living in that district who fits that description?”

Aizawa mentally recalls the area, and a restaurant quickly flashes into his mind.  As do Hizashi’s many long conversations regarding the infamous ‘Yamamoto’ and his brood.”

His head flops back with a heavy thud.

“You didn’t think to mention this earlier?”

“I have mentioned him” Hizashi defends.  “I mean, I don’t know for sure what his quirk is but-”

“Who is he?” Aizawa asks, before Hizashi realises that he’s been toning out quick a bit of the Yamamoto story recap the last few weeks.

“Gokudera” HIzashi offers.  “Gokudera Hayato.  Sixteen, silver hair, bit of a smoking habit, very, very smart, and extremely protective of what’s his.  Not certain about his quirk, but I’ve heard enough in-jokes about his ‘explosive personality’ to make assumptions.

Aizawa gives a long groan.

“Don’t suppose he’s not fully Japanese?”

“Half-Italian I think.”

Jackpot.

Thankfully, Officer Tanaka agrees with him about the possible ID, and they head straight for the restaurant.  It’s closed – judging from the hours a temporary break so the staff can change for evening service – but the door is unlocked and they head inside.  

There’s only one figure in view, a man in chef whites behind the counter, who looks up at their arrival. The second he registers them, he sighs, heard lifting up towards the ceiling.

“I should have known it was too good to last” he mutters.  “So, which one is it?”

It’s the tone of a long-suffering man who knows full well what he can’t control.  Aizawa can sympathise.

Officer Tanaka on the other hand, just seems amused.

“Yamamoto Tsuyoshi?  I’m Officer Tanaka Shinji, and this is the Erase Hero, Eraserhead.  I’m afraid we have reports of illegal quirk use, and a possibly suspect is registered as living at this residence” he says.  “Eraser head is here due to the nature of the damage.”

Yamamoto’s eyes glance in Aizawa’s direction, and he nods in greeting.

“Witnesses are describing a quirk which is unfortunately similar to one of our students and causing problems.  Parts of the neighbourhood are showing signs of explosive-”

The sushi shop owner doesn’t even wait for the heroes to stop speaking, taking a step back and hollering into the kitchen.

“Gokudera! Get down here now!”

There’s a set of stairs just to the side of the kitchen heading upstairs, just out of sight for customers, and Aizawa hears some muffled sounds from above, followed by thumping, before heavy footfalls announce their suspect.  

It’s a teenager with silver hair and a delicate bone structure that could almost be called pretty if he wasn’t scowling, and adorned with enough gothic accessories to open up a jewellery store.  All things considered, he can’t really see any resemblance to his student – except maybe a similar taste in skull-motif fashion.  When he storms into the restaurant and spots the heroes standing by the door, he scowls even further, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What the fuck are these bastards doing here?”

Ah, there it is.  Bakugo’s trademark mouth and disrespect.

Yamamoto, clearly used to the language, merely ignores it.  “What have you been doing after school?  You told me you handled it legally.”

The teen bristled.  “I did!  I checked the laws on self defence six times.  They’re stupid as all fuck, but very clear. And those ass-holes used their powers first!”

Officer Tanaka steps forward.  “Gokudera Hayato?”

The teens head snaps back.

“What?”

Tanaka quickly rattles off the dates and incidents in question, but Gokudera merely rolls his eyes.

“Sure, that was all me” he says, as if he hasn’t just confessed to breaking the law on multiple occasions.  “They all needed to be taught a lesson in just where they stood on the food chain.”

The policeman is already shaking his head in disbelief.

“Gokudera, if someone intentionally uses their quirk on you, you should be contacting the authorities rather than fighting back with your own-”

“Ah!” The teen shoves a finger at the officer’s face.  “I didn’t use my ‘quirk’ so didn’t do anything wrong.”

Tanaka is not impressed, pushing the hand away and glaring at the teen.

“Then they just happened to get admitted to hospital with blast marks and chemical residue on them?”

Gokudera throws his hands into the hair.

“God this place is so backwards!  No, they didn’t just happen to get those, that’s a pretty natural conclusion to someone getting up close and personal with explosives!”

“Are you saying they got too close to your explosive quirk and it was unintentional?” Aizawa asks, although he’s pretty sure he’s missing something here.  The teen glares at him, and then from...somewhere, pulls out what appears to be a stick of dynamite.

“No” he replies.  “My quirk is too dangerous for losers like that.  I used, old school, real explosives.  You bastards get it now?”

“Gokudera!”

Eraserhead frowns – the man in front of them had snapped the name, but it had echoed from above.

Ah, at the top of the stairs was a skinny teen with fluffy brown hair, looking absolutely horrified at the situation.  

This must be the ‘mouse and puppy’ from the reports.

When he draws everyone’s eyes, he flinches, shuffling down the stairs. Eraserhead expects him to cower behind the puffed up delinquent at the bottom, but instead he steps in front, arm moving just a tiny fraction – an attempt to keep the teen where he is.

More astonishing is the look of awe that appears on Gokudera’s face as he takes in his friend.  It’s the same look Midoriya gets when All Might so much as breathes in his direction.  Idol worship in its purest form.

What kind of relationship do these two have?

“Tsunayoshi, this really isn’t something you need to be here for” Yamamoto offers, thought Aizawa notes there’s not much force to the words. Tsunayoshi just shakes his head.

The brunet is clearly nervous, but he’s ready to protect his friend however necessary.  Eraserhead appreciates the sentiment.

But it doesn’t change the facts.

“So, your quirk” Eraserhead begins, turning attention back to Gokudera. “It doesn’t involve explosions?”

The taller teen snarls, brandishing the stick.

“No! It’s not a fucking quirk!  What the fuck is wrong with you people? How many times do I have to say it!”

“Gokudera!”

The teen’s face falls as the boy in front of him chides his outburst, looks away in contrition.  The fluffy brunet gives a quick sigh, before stepping forward.

“It’s not his quirk sir, I promise.  He just really likes explosions – he uses flashy...fireworks?”

The boys sags a little at the last work, and Tsuyoshi covers his eyes with a palm.  Clearly, ‘fireworks’ isn’t quite accurate.

Still, if it’s not a quirk, it’s a matter for police, not heroes, and Bakugo’s reputation will be clear.

“Can you prove it?”

Gokudera rolls his eyes and grabs a pair of chopsticks from the same table. He glances over at Tsuna, who then glances at Tsuyoshi, who gives a nod of permission.

The teen’s hand glows red, almost as if it’s on fire – though it focuses more on the rings the boy wears than the skin – and the chopsticks disintegrate into nothing.

Eraserhead's eyes widen as the flames vanish.

“Disintegration. That’s my ‘quirk’” Gokudera snaps, though the last word is spoken with an emotion Eraserhead can’t quite place.  “If I’d used that on those bastards, they wouldn’t have lived long enough to complain.”

This is honestly not how Aizawa saw this conversation going at all. Clearly, Tanaka isn’t much better, but when it becomes clear Gokudera is about to rant, Aizawa pulls the man back to keep him from interfering.

“First ass-holes thought they could intimidate me just cause they had physical quirks, as if that was enough to scare me – I don’t even remember their fucking names!  Second group of bastards thought they could attack the Ten...Tsuna. I couldn’t let that stand!  And that pervert tried to flash Kyoko! He should be grateful I’m the one that was there!  If was Turf Top he’d never walk again!”

“...And today?” Aizawa asked, when it appeared the teen was winding down. Gokudera amps up his scowl and looks away.

“Jerks from ‘Sushi No Go’ and ‘Sushero’ who aren’t happy Yamamoto’s sushi’s better than theirs” he says.  “Thought they could send a guys here and wreck the atmosphere.  Sent them packing weeks ago, but guess they thought they’d try again.”

Tsunayoshi snaps his head back in shock.  “They came back!”

Then he suddenly remembers he has an audience and his head swings back.

“Hiiieee...”

Yamamoto doesn’t look much better, closing his eyes and sighing.  

“Tsunayoshi, Gokudera, I thought we talked about this.”

“We didn’t want you to worry!” Gokudera insists.  “You do enough for us.  Me, The Baseball idiot and the Te...fuck...Tsuna, just thought we could handle it.”

“Oh, so Takeshi is involved in this too?”

Both boys wince, but Yamamoto is smiling.  It’s a little thing, but it’s definitely there.

“I thought the whole point of this whole adventure was not having to handle things on your own any more?”

“It is” Tsunayoshi insists.  “It’s just...hard to remember sometimes.”

There’s a novel to be read in these words, but this is meant to be Aizawa’s evening off, and they still have the original issue to deal with.

“Officer Tanaka, if this wasn’t quirk use, I’m not sure any serious crime was committed.”

The officer just shakes his head.  “There is destruction to public and private property.  And if your...weaponry wasn’t civilian grade-”

“They were” Gokudera insists.  “I made sure of it, just in case this happened.”

“You expected to be attacked?” Aizawa asks, and Gokudera grins.

“The laws don’t forbid using non-lethal tools for self defence” Gokudera replies.  “Quirks are forbidden unless your life is literally on the line, but the laws on weapons and explosives are severely lacking.  If a villain decided to ignore the law, having a non-illegal defence just made sense.  My bombs were perfectly legal, and I can prove it.”

The truth is, he’s not wrong.  Eraserhead has butted heads with those laws on more than one occasion.  When quirks first started appearing, the laws swooped in to corral the more destructive ones, and the traditional rules on self defence...didn’t follow.  They’re a by-product of the generations where having a quirk was rare and quirkless the norm.  Many villains get away with slaps on the wrist after dealing with Eraserhead because they fight with tools since their quirk is rendered useless.  If Gokudera Hayato has studied those laws as well as Eraserhead thinks he has, then there’s no doubt his ‘fireworks’ were within legal limits.

“I think this is something for your ethics department to deal with” Aizawa mutters to Officer Tanaka, and heads for the door.  “I’m going home.”

Maybe he can still catch Hizashi for a drink before he crashes for the night.

In the end, Gokudera Hayato is given a months community service and a severe warning not to use explosives in public areas unless his life is in danger, and although Bakugo has tried to threaten of ‘the copycat bastard’ from Aizawa several times, his reputation stops taking hits.

The nearby delinquent population however, doesn’t.  Apparently Gokudera is just as dangerous at hand to hand as he is with a quirk or explosives.  Something Aizawa learns from Hizashi once he starts listening to his Takesushi mumblings again.  

In his own way, Gokudera Hayato is a fascinating individual.  Most people, once they develop their quirk, focus on how to use it and it alone.  Willing to defend with that and take their chances in court rather than find another way.  It’s one of the reasons why self-defence laws are still so archaic – there’s no great urgency to alter them.

For someone to develop such a destructive quirk...and yet choose to fight with weapons of their own design...it’s almost a pity Gokudera never tried out for UA.  Eraserhead might have enjoyed seeing where that mind could go.  He does hope the decision wasn’t made my arrogant fools condemning the boy for having a villains quirk though, he certainly had the temper, disgust and possible history to suggest it hadn’t been an easy thing to live with.

And then there was the other boy.  Tiny and unassuming, but willing to stare down two heroes to keep his friend safe.  Eraserhead can’t help but wonder what his quirk is, and what he did to have someone so similar to Bakugo in personality, look at him with such wonder.

...But what on earth did Gokudera keep trying to call him?

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