#toga has ochako's other glove

[lunejump]

girlies

#toga has ochako's other glove #uraraka ochako #uraraka ochaco #jirou kyoka #jiro kyoka #jirou kyouka #mina ashido #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha edit #sketch recolor #horikoshi sketch coloring #horikoshi sketches #sketch edit #redesign mha #bnha redesign #ochako is so calm. moisturized in her lane etc

[menuliso]

i actually think i have some sort of brain damage from chapter 403 because now ive taken my bkdk obsession to a whole new degree. like, i was insane before, but now i feel as if i should be genuinely put into an asylum.

ive gone through a full on awakening.

before this chapter i refused to believe that bkdk would become canon/hinted bc like its wishful thinking. but now? ive fallen into the fucking deep end. i am of full belief that bkdk will become canon or at least be hinted bc horikoshi is cooking something and im so glad im not the only one to see it.

there is no way that man doesnt know what hes doing. bkdks entire arc has been fucking perfect and this man just keeps BUILDING UP. like all this talk about feelings, and how bkdk have never really spoken about them to eachother before??? this is like, building up to a fucking love confession i swear, because katsuki DIED for izuku, and izuku cant control his heart when it comes to katsuki, and like… what other explaination is there? atp i consider it canon that theyre in love with each other.

and the other most likely ship that i thought was gonna be canon, izuocha, just is not feasible. its not like i dislike the ship, no hate to it at all, but making it canon would be so fucking harmful to izuku and ochakos characters and we dont talk about that enough. it would a dissapointing, flat conclusion with barely any build up and itd be the bland, predictable formula. like, ochako has already basically wrapped up her thing with izuku with that entire fight with toga. shes admitted herself that her crush on izuku was more admiration than anything of massive substance. and dont even get me started on izuku. barring some fluster and embarrassed blushing in the early seasons, this boy has NOT reciprocated AT ALL. its actually ridiculous. izuku has been focused on like, two things only: hero work, and kacchan. izuku does not show ANY romantic feeling to ochako whatsoever.

surely, surely if horikoshi were to make this canon, he’d put in a little more effort? add some more chemistry, more development, more than just ‘boy meets girl. blush and get shy. little crush. get married. the end’?

that is bad storytelling, and horikoshi is anything but a bad storyteller. this guy adds foreshadowing YEARS before the chapter. horikoshi is INSANE when it comes to character + relationship + plot development. if horikoshi throws all that out the way, and makes izuocha canon, id be extremely, extremely disappointed. not because i hate the ship, but because itd be out of nowhere, disregard practically ALL development, and be nauseatingly dissatisfying.

talking of which, for the entire day ive been thinking about the foreshadowing for bkdk.

there. is. so. fucking. much. it feels like everytime i read like a new section of the manga, their relationship is described in the most frutti tutti rainbow gay way. im sorry, shigafo, did you just say that katsuki is closer to izuku than ANYONE else? excuse me, aizawa, did you just describe them as pair, a pair that the class revolves around? dont even mention the shit that izuku and katsuki say referring to each other. i cant even choose one to add in here, but every out of context bkdk quote has like these SEVERE more-than-platonic undertones, especially when you consider their past and their development. i feel like horikoshi has been doing some fucking insane foreshadowing for something MORE.

yk, i keep on thinking about how in the double spread in 403, the words ‘the beginning’ are displayed right over bkdk, as they find each other. call me delusional, but that has to be on purpose. i also keep on thinking about izukus green and orange gloves in so many official arts, and the light in both their eyes when they see each other, and the way theyre both always observing the other, never speaking about how they feel directly.

their relationship is just so, so……. and i feel like the only next step is for them to talk. just. fucking. talk. its been hinted at for so long, and horikoshi is doing SOMETHING.

them simply being together would be the most satisfying, developed, beautiful ending.

if they arent canon, i will die. ill say it now. bkdk canon. there is too much proof. as a writer, i know for a fact that i write everything for a REASON. why would horikoshi write this, if he wasn’t going to do anything with it?

bkdk will be canon. i dont care if i sound insane, or get proved entirely wrong. i now fully believe that the last page of the manga will be bkdk at a theme park eating crepes.

thank you chapter 403 for driving me off the rails.

#i didnt mean to write a full essay type piece #this was meant to be a short post about me going bonkers #not complaining tho #bkdk canon #mha 403 #bkdk #dkbk #bakudeku #dekubaku #ktdk #decchan #bnha #mha #ive got severe brainrot #horikoshi is doing something. #i did not reread this so excuse me if its just nonsense rambling

[aashi-heartfilia]

Ochako, the Dilemma with Chapter covers: thread Part 2

Unlike some other Mangas where all the chapters usually have a cover page, the story in BnHA likes to resume from where it left off. The only exception is when a particular character has a certain role to play in the chapter. So as unfair as the author might look sometimes, I really appreciate Horikoshi for blessing us with these beautiful chapter covers every now and then.

To be frank, I'm more of a fan of Chapter covers than the actual Vol Covers just because they have so much content. They are not only more meaningful and more in number but they also give the spotlight to the other characters we don't see very often.

We have covers of Mei Hatsume, Todoroki Siblings, Toga, Tsu, and ofc Ochako.

Unlike the Vol covers where she gets next to no attention, the chapter covers are where she truly shines starting off with

Her entry in Vol 2

It is probably her first appearance in a chapter cover. At that time we had no idea that they were all gonna be besties from that point on.

The next notable cover in which she appeared was Vol 8.

It is a cool cover, to say the least, showing her spunky and fun side. She gives such a Baku vibe here. We need more of these!

She also got featured in Ch 99, saying bye-bye to 2 digit chapters.

Then with her and Toga in Vol 13

It's interesting to note here that this is the same vol where Ochako met Toga disguised as Camie. This Vol cover itself is a straight parallel to Deku and Bakugo in Vol 14 Cover.

Volume 23

Now, this is what you call Chapter Cover. Just beautiful! She gives off such an amazing Space girl vibe here that it's unbelievable how charming she is.

From her smooth bangs, fluffy space jacket, big backpack, floating helmet, and ofc the picture-perfect night sky, I adore everything about this cover.

Now, this is very Uraraka.

And this is at least what I expect to see in Vol covers too. Some meaning, some substance behind what she's doing.

And this takes us to our next cover which appeared out of nowhere in ch 248.

The thing to note here is that Studio Bones decided to do some justice to Ochako and Tsu and made an entire episode based on this cover page.

The episode is one of the fillers of season 5 but it still manages to be engaging as it connects to the plot of the movie: World Heroes Mission.

The other thing to note here is that Horikoshi decided to make that entire side story cannon as Sirius appeared in one of the recent chapters.

This is also one of the important covers because it is the first time we get a good look at her new costume. Her new bunny visors, updated belt and Ura wrist gloves.

Another TogaChako cover appears in Vol 30. The same Volume that contains Toga vs Ochako 2.0!

Uraraka went through an important development during the last narrative arc of MHA, and even if the author was unable to dedicate the cover to her due to the sensational reveal of Dabi, he at least tried to do the basic courtesy of reserving them the first page. The confrontation with toga was certainly a turning point for both of them and

What's more, is that this volume covers also looks like a reference to the LOVERS from tarot cards and you're gonna love the symbolism behind it!

Here:

In its purest form, The Lovers card represents conscious connections and meaningful relationships. The Lovers is a card of open communication and raw honesty.

On a more personal level, The Lovers card represents getting clear about your values and beliefs. You are figuring out what you stand for and your philosophy.

At its heart, The Lovers is about choice. The choice about who you want to be in this lifetime, how you connect with others and on what level, and about what you will and won’t stand for.

The Lovers card is often a sign that you are facing a moral dilemma and must consider all consequences before acting. Your values system is being challenged, and you are being called to take the higher path, even if it is difficult.

Finally, The Lovers card encourages you to unify dual forces. You can bring together two parts that are seemingly in opposition to one another and create something that is ‘whole’, unified and harmonious. In every choice, there is an equal amount of advantage and disadvantage, opportunity and challenge, positive and negative. When you accept these dualities, you build the unity from which love flows.

The article can be found here;

Anyways, noticed the many highlighted parts and how they reflect TogaChako?

It's almost shocking no one talks about it.

This is a pretty nice CC too, a redraw of their friendship and how it connects to the Villain hunt arc. It's only a cherry on top that these three also made it to the VC.

And finally...

Last but not least...Vol 33

I can't believe, after all this time we actually got a baby Chako cover! She's so precious!! After getting a flashback to Ochako's rough past in JTA it was just a matter of time, she gets this cover. It's very sweet, simple, and rare because, unlike her other friends who got inspired by heroes, she got inspired by other normal people.

It is different because she saw both sides of society, the two-way road. This CC also goes to show you how far she has come, from a little innocent girl just happy to see the cheering crowd, now she's standing against the same crowd explaining the situation, that they need both parties to Co-operate to bring true peace.

And well, that concludes the list! These were all the notable CC Ochako has appeared in, so far. Each has more meaning than the previous one. My favorite is Vol 23 in terms of visual appeal and Vol 30 in terms of the meaning behind it.

Others are great too! Let me know if I have missed some, though I won't be able to add them because of Tumblr's 10 pic limit I'll be glad to at least know.

See ya!

Ochako and Back Covers Dilemma, thread: Part 3->

#uraraka ochako #bnha ochako #ochako uraraka #toga himiko #bnha tsuyu #bnha toga #bnha uraraka #izuku x uraraka #katsuki x uraraka #ochako urakara #mha uraraka #ochaco uraraka #uraraka ochacho #uraraka #bnha uravity #bakugou x uraraka #mha uravity #himiko toga #my hero academia himiko #bnha himiko #tsuyu x uraraka #bnha izuocha #mha deku #izuocha #bnha izuku #bnha iida #izuku x ochako #mha izuku #bnha deku

[ao3feed-dadzawa]

I am Poison

I Am Poison by ToGoodForTwitter

He sighed and plopped down on the hard roof. He fiddled with the straps of his gloves and took them both off, placing them beside him with gentle hands. He flexed his pale hands and turned them over in the afternoon sun. In the light, with no one else around, they looked normal. With little freckles dotting them and dark green nail polish coating his nails. Little thread bracelets that he makes with his mother sit neatly on his wrist.

They almost looked normal.

He shook his thoughts away and began to put them back on again. He got up, tugged open the door and descended the stairs.

He walked away from the building sullenly. So that was it, right? No more dreaming of being a hero, no more hoping, no more hope for U.A. That's it, it's over.

He breathed through his nose.

Or:

Izuku is through one to many curve balls and decides to stop giving a fuck.

Words: 3781, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, Multi, Other

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Toga Himiko, Todoroki Shouto, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toogata Mirio

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Everyone, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku-centric, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Dead Midoriya Inko, Foster Care, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tired Midoriya Izuku, Tired Tsukauchi Naomasa, Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Bonding, Family Bonding, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Friendship, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Friend, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, Insomniac Shinsou Hitoshi, Let Midoriya Izuku Swear, no beta we die like Nana Shimura, Toogata Mirio Has One for All Quirk

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38709819

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♥ #Erasermic #Izuku Midoriya #Hitoshi Shinsou #R:T #A:ToGood #Vigilante AU #Quirk AU #Dadzawa #Hurt Comfort #Angst

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

I am Poison

I Am Poison by ToGoodForTwitter

He sighed and plopped down on the hard roof. He fiddled with the straps of his gloves and took them both off, placing them beside him with gentle hands. He flexed his pale hands and turned them over in the afternoon sun. In the light, with no one else around, they looked normal. With little freckles dotting them and dark green nail polish coating his nails. Little thread bracelets that he makes with his mother sit neatly on his wrist.

They almost looked normal.

He shook his thoughts away and began to put them back on again. He got up, tugged open the door and descended the stairs.

He walked away from the building sullenly. So that was it, right? No more dreaming of being a hero, no more hoping, no more hope for U.A. That's it, it's over.

He breathed through his nose.

Or:

Izuku is through one to many curve balls and decides to stop giving a fuck.

Words: 3781, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, Multi, Other

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Toga Himiko, Todoroki Shouto, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toogata Mirio

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Everyone, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku-centric, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Dead Midoriya Inko, Foster Care, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tired Midoriya Izuku, Tired Tsukauchi Naomasa, Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Bonding, Family Bonding, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Friendship, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Friend, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, Insomniac Shinsou Hitoshi, Let Midoriya Izuku Swear, no beta we die like Nana Shimura, Toogata Mirio Has One for All Quirk

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38709819

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠ #Izuku Midoriya #Hitoshi Shinsou #Erasermic· #R:T #A:ToGood #Vigilante AU #Quirk AU

[jazzpurr-jay]

even more bnha ship headcanons bc im out of control

villain edition >:)

dekusquad, bakusquad, villains, heros

DISCLAIMER: i cant see and don't condone any of the villain ships being canon, just because it would definitely be toxic as hell considering none of them are in the headspace where they could date someone. its just nice to think about them being happy considering they’re comfort characters for some people. ALSO. there are some manga spoilers in the shigdabi headcanons, at the end of the section. they’re crossed out, like this, but just a warning, they are there. 

togachako. its canon that toga has a crush on uraraka, and i know that if they got together in canon it would not be a good match, but if ochako was a villain then- i mean,,, debby ryan smirk they'd be pretty cute together ngl,,, murder girlfriends.

togadeku. def not in canon, but i think if it were a villain deku au then it would have some potential.

shigdabi. (this one is long asf im so sorry-) shigdabi definitely has some potential. anyways, my headcanons: shigaraki is really malnourished, meaning he's a lot smaller than dabi, so when shigaraki will steal dabi's shirts, they're always way too fucking big. dabi finds it absolutely adorable. shigaraki will usually sit in dabi's lap when he plays video games, and dabi will put his head on shiggy's shoulder and watch. he usually never cares for video games, but shigaraki looks proud of himself when he does something well that dabi absolutely melts. dabi naturally runs hot because of his quirk, which helps shigaraki a lot because since he's so thin, he gets cold super easily. their cuddle sessions never get uncomfortable because they balance each other out so well, temperature wise. dabi constantly has to take care of shigaraki because the bitch will never do it himself, which also helps dabi with his own mental health problems because it gives him a routine and it makes sure he's also taking care of himself. dabi has a lot of issues with his aggression, especially since he's never been able to resolve his issues with his family so sometimes he takes it out on shiggy. shigaraki is a petty mf and usually pushes back, leading them to have a huge fight and dabi running out of the base. shigaraki, after about twenty minutes, goes up to kurogiri and is like "go find him" and kurogiri is like "*rolls eyes* fine". they make up whenever he comes back, and they both apologize and cuddle it out. shigaraki also is terrified of using his quirk on dabi, so he always wears gloves (except without one or two fingers bc quirk) so that he can cup dabi's face without fearing that he'll kill him. (this fear is also bc of the shit that happened with his family). tbh their dynamic is just "crusty bitch (affectionate)", "hot mf (derogatory)"

dabihawks. i know absolutely nothing about hawks so i cant really give much of an opinion, but i saw fanart of if dabi had become a hero and it was him on a roof, and then hawks landing behind him and saying a shitty pick up/just shitty flirting, and dabi giving him a look of "why am i dating this dumbass mf"

endeavorhawks. endeavor doesn't deserve anyone after what he’s done, i don't give a flying fuck if he feels guilty in the manga, it does not and never will make up for the fact that he drove his wife to madness and abused his children. also there is at least a TWENTY year age difference between hawks and endeavor, so this is a hard fucking no for me.

eraserdust. definitely not in canon, and theres also a really big age gap (shiggy is in his twenties pls), but like,,, aizawa is the only who can hold shigaraki's bare hand,,,, *sobs*

#jaspers headcanons #my headcanons #bnha headcanons #ship headcanons #bnha #togachako #togadeku #slight manga spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #shigdabi #dabihawks #endeavorhawks #endeavor hate #i fucking hate that mf #eraserdust #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #jasper yappin

[class1akids]

Know you've talked about Ochako / Toga connections in the past but with the latest chapter (only raws out) I'm more convinced than ever that their stories are linked. In a world where jetpacks exist and she knows Hatsume she's chosen support items that mimic Deku's power (and his costume) over ones that could offer flight. What I can't figure out tho is where Hori might be going with her arc. We've already got imitation = bad and love solves all seem incongruous. Any ideas on what's in store?

I am probably a pretty biased opinion on this, because while at first liked Uraraka’s and Deku’s friendship, I started to intensely dislike the ship, once it started to take over Uraraka’s entire arc. Her character growth is fully tied to Deku - she sees herself only in relation to him - even when she’s trying to suppress her crush, that’s still her main motivator. 

Toga - whose entire quirk is transformation, becoming the object of her obsession fully - is obviously set up as Uraraka’s foil. 

And as Toga says, the first step is to wear all the same things. 

So in that light, is Uraraka’s costume upgrade concerning? 

She’s getting an upgrade that’s pretty much the imitation of Deku’s Black Whip, and we are getting a flashback of Uraraka behaving like Deku. 

“You start to want to become that person” like Toga says. 

So where does that leave Uraraka?

Imitation can be a creepy obsession, but also inspiration. In the BNHA world, Izuku copying Iida’s recipro or Bakugou’s moves are considered to be positive things - inspiration. Same with Ashido coming up with Acidman based on Kirishima’s Unbreakable, especially how we know that Kirishima was also inspired by Mina. 

So Uraraka getting inspired by Deku as long as the context is improving herself as a hero and not getting closer to the object of her crush is a positive thing. 

The panel tells us that just like Kirishima and Mina, their improvement is also a two-way street.

Except it’s not really, because while Uraraka copied Black Whip (and is carrying around the All Might key chain), we never see Deku running around with the Mochi chips bag and him mastering Black Whip had more to do with Endeavor and Bakugou and Todoroki, than with Uraraka. 

But in this case, I think it’s just a clumsy case of “Tell not show”. We are given a cute fistbump to prove that Uraraka has turned her somewhat obsessive crush into inspiration and that she and Izuku are mutually lifting each other up. 

I’m not a big fan of how it’s written, and like you, have my doubts whether she really needs wires in her gloves, but I think the narrative meant to make us believe that it’s a good thing, and that they are mutually bettering each other.

I think it would be very interesting to put Uraraka’s character through some test, but I simply don’t see the narrative going that way. 

I think we’ll get exactly what the sticker says, a lip service to the vanilla romance between the nice boy and her love interest, the nice girl, who make each other better.  (Even if the nice boy’s most meaningful emotional connections are with other people, like Bakugou, Shouto, All Might, Aizawa and the nice girl grows in leaps and bounds on the rare cases she finds her own grounding independently of the nice boy).

There is some dissonance between what we see and what we are told we are supposed to see, but I’m fairly certain that the line is drawn: Toga’s version of obsession is creepy and bad, Uraraka’s crush is ultimately inspiration that grows into a strong, mutually uplifting relationship. 

#bnha #bnha 256 #uraraka ochako #midoriya izuku #deku #not tagging the ship #it's not meant to be an anti post #i just don’t particularly enjoy the way this ship is written

[freckled-words]

Fleeting Worlds - Destiny’s Gravity Part One

You are all going to hate me.

As previously expressed, I have WAY too many ideas for fanfictions. So I’ve decided, I’m going to share these ideas, but not in the way you’d expect.

Instead of writing out every single story. You are only going to get snippets. There’s going to be little to no pre-text, just straight up “BANG - YOU’RE NOW IN THIS MOMENT THAT HAS BEEN CIRCULATING IN MY IMAGINATION FOR THIS ONE IDEA.”

Depending on the length of the idea, it’ll get broken up into parts. But every idea will belong to the general collection of “FLEETING WORLDS.”

Note: I am terrible at writing action sequences, and there’s a lot first thing for this one. Sorry ^^”

This is not edited.

SCENARIO: Ochako wakes up in a dingy bar, the League of Villains are facing her down, and Bakugo is restrained in a chair to her left. More concerning, Shigaraki has placed a “no harm” rule for her.

“..eeks”

“Wake…..fuck….Uraraka!”

Smoke clogged the air, blue flames consumed the trees, and blades came darting towards her.

Ochako’s eyes snapped open, and her body reacted to the feel of hands at her wrists. Fast enough to make her neck muscles protest, she snapped her head back, colliding it with someone’s face.

The grip on her hands released, she took in the threats surrounding her.

Behind her a man wearing a full body costume clutched at his face, blood soaking through where his nose was.

A man with black hair, pale skin, horrible scarring, and sharp blue eyes. 

The blonde girl, Toga, had attacked her and Tsu head on, despite the odds. 

Shigaraki from the League of Villains lounging at a bar, uncaring. 

The vaporous villain from the USJ attack.

And a tall man, dressed well, wearing a top hat and spiral mask.

She couldn’t remember exactly how she’d gotten here, but that could be reflected on later. 

Right now she focused on what to do next.

“Don’t just stand there, start kicking some ass!”

A glance to her left, and she was startled to see Bakugo. Bound and locked down in a chair, he was the embodiment of irate.

His voice didn’t just cut through to her, it got the others into motion too.

Toga drew out a blade giggling, “We get to play more Ochako-chan!”

Reacting more than thinking, Ochako turned and grabbed hold of the complaining man behind her. Activating her quirk, she spun and launched him into Toga, “WE AIN’T FRIENDS!”

As he went flying with no gravity she heard him...cheer? “WHEEEE!! FUCKING BITCH!”

Toga quickly dropped her blade, not wanting to impale her coworker. Ochako released the effect of her quirk just as his body connected with the girl’s, and the two went sprawling.

The black haired young man had seen it coming and dodged. He approached her with long, leisurely strides, “Cute little girls should behave, less they get into trouble.”

“FUCK HIM UP CHEEKS!” Bakugo’s encouragement wasn’t needed, but it was appreciated.

The problem was her lack of room. They’d placed her in a chair tucked towards the corner, with the open end of the bar blocking off the space in front of her. Bakugo blocked her in on the left, and the front was closed off by the villains.

Well, there was plenty of room above her.

Curling her fingers into loose fists, she gave the appearance of being ready to brawl. The approaching man scoffed and coiled, ready to lunge. Feeding off of Bakugo’s usual cockiness, she smirked, and launched up off the ground, having activated her quirk on herself.

Since learning martial arts from Gunhead, Ochako had spent a good deal of time strengthening her body. Her legs gave her plenty of propulsion, sending her flipping over the man’s head. Mid-way through she snapped out her foot, catching him in the head with a solid kick.

This also gave her redirection towards the roof. With a slight twist of her body, she got herself to turn and connect back first with the surface. 

From here she could see two doors, one of which had to lead out of the building. Ochako was confident in her fighting style, but not so confident to think she was going to win against this many adversaries. On top of that, she had to get Bakugo out of here too.

There was a thick, locked block of metal around his hands, likely cancelling his quirk. Chances were good that the portal villain had the key to unlock it, and that wasn’t a fight she’d be able to win.

“This is getting on my nerves. Lock her down, now. Sensei wants to talk to her.” Ochako’s attention snapped to Shigaraki, thinking he would be leveling his disturbed glare at her. Instead, his focus was on Bakugo. Bakugo in turn was glaring right back at him, his teeth bared in a snarl.

A flutter of nausea touched on her stomach, reminding her that a few days of training camp didn’t mean she’d mastered her motion sickness. The thought of spewing all over the villains beneath her was disgusting, yet tempting.

It was only thanks to the warp villain being so close to Shigaraki, that she caught the movement of him turning his face in her direction.

Knowing what his quirk was, she quickly launched off the roof, aiming herself for the farthest end of the bar and the door there. A rustle of air against the back of her neck told her she’d barely missed being sucked through his portal.

The man in the spiral mask gave a heavy sigh shaking his head, “This is what we get for abducting teenagers. Magne dear, if you wouldn’t mind?”

A hulking woman she’d missed through her first sweep smiled brightly. She took hold of the masked man by the back of his shirt, and with a massive swing launched him up, on course to intercept Ochako's path.

“DON’T LET HIM TOUCH YOU!” 

“YA FUCKIN’ THINK!?” Adrenaline in her veins, and fear skirting at the back of her mind, had her snapping back at Bakugo without a second thought. 

Ochako released her quirk, and tucked into a roll as she dropped to the floor. This left the masked man to go sailing into the bar, where the warp villain barely managed to catch him in a gate and deposit him elsewhere.

The second she touched the ground, she used her curled momentum to unfurl back up onto her feet. Unfortunately it had put her real close to yet another villain she hadn’t first spotted.

This was one she didn’t know, and didn’t remember seeing during the USJ attack.

With his lizard appearance, it wasn’t hard to guess his quirk, but it didn’t give her a scope of what he was capable of.

Since he stood between her and the door, there was no question of what she needed to do. 

He must have seen it in her eyes, as he grinned back and drew out two different blades, “Were it not for Shigaraki’s Sensei, I would perform Stain’s will and remove your notions of false heroism.” 

“Don’t hurt her you idiot! Sensei wants her untouched!”

Shigaraki’s warning caused the lizard man to roll his eyes a touch, he’d literally just said he wasn’t going to do any serious damage. 

A nasty knot twisted in Ochako’s gut. She did not want to meet whoever this sensei was.

The ground under her feet lurched, and her balance went off. She’d stayed in one spot too long!

A warp gate had opened beneath her, too wide for her to be able to grab onto the edges of the floor, she dropped through.

They’d opened the other end right over top of the massive woman, depositing Ochako right into her vice grip.

What must have looked like a bear hug, felt like two metal beams wrapped around her. Keeping her hands against her side and unable to touch anything. Her feet couldn’t even touch the floor.

As she struggled, attempting to get her heels to connect with any part of the woman’s body, the black haired man came over with a pair of black gloves in his hand, “Told ya we should have put these on her first thing. But does anyone listen?”

The woman, who Ochako believed was named Magne, shifted her grip so Ochako’s hands were more easily accessible. Ochako immediately clenched her hands into tight fists, she’d be damned if she was going to make anything easy for them.

The scarred man sighed through his nose and looked to Shigaraki, “Do you want this done quickly, or do you want us to play nice and take another two hours?”

Shigaraki's hands scratched at his throat as he whispered and hissed to himself a moment, “Fine! I’m sure Sensei will forgive a small transgression, for the sake of expediency.”

Permission given, turned what she could almost call an apologetic smile to her, “I tried to warn ya kid.” He dug his thumb into the squishy tendons on the bottom of her wrist, which was uncomfortable but bearable. He put his quirk into play from there, heating a single spot of his thumb that steadily began to burn into her flesh. She couldn’t keep her scream in check, nor could she endure it for long, allowing her fingers to uncurl.

A freezing cold cloth was wrapped around her wrist, and the gloves were slid onto her hands. She owned a pair herself for when she was sleeping. They were designed to cancel a person’s touch based quirk.

Finding her more compliant, Magne released her bear hug, but forced Ochako’s arms behind her back. She didn’t see who, but someone was quick to tie her wrists together.

That burning pain had cut through the adrenaline Ochako had been using for fuel. As it left her system, and the pain took up the forefront of her mind, she became aware of muffled yelling.

At some point, she didn’t know when, Bakugo must have gotten too noisy for their liking. One of the members had shoved a rag into his mouth. It cut down the volume of his fury, but it didn’t stop his enraged yelling in the slightest.

“Finally! We’ve kept Sensei waiting long enough. Let’s go Kurogiri.”

Shigaraki hopped down from the bar stool, and walked over to her. His pale white hand went to the back of her neck, and rested there, leaving only his pinky from touching. 

Ochako flashed back to the mall, where Shigaraki had been holding Deku hostage much the same way. She hadn’t seen it during the USJ attack, but Deku had explained that Shigaraki’s quirk would have disintegrated his body had all five fingers made contact.

“Behave yourself. It’s only Sensei’s wish to see you that has kept you alive right now.” 

Again she felt the ground beneath her give way, instead of the quick drop from a moment before, they sank at a controlled rate.

Fear and pain strangled her mind, and needing some form of comfort, she lifted her sight over to Bakugo.

The absolute fury shining in his ruby irises eased back a layer of the fear. She knew without a doubt, that if he got himself free, he was going to go off like a nuclear warhead. 

As volatile as Katsuki Bakugo could be, he was 100% hellbent on becoming the #1 hero. And a hero wouldn’t stand by after watching one of their peers be hurt and taken to who knows where.

#fanfiction #Fleeting Worlds #Destiny's Gravity #Uraraka Ochako #Katsuki Bakugo #League of Villains #Toga #Dabi #shigaraki tomura #Kurogiri #big sis magne #Spinner #Mr. Compress #My Hero Academia #AU #Twice

[ninaahelvar]

If My Body’s Alive (2/5)

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki is going to be the number one mma fighter in his league, and not even a loss at the hands of fucking Todoroki is going to change that. He just needs the right motivation. Thankfully, he gets Uraraka.

AO3

A/N: A HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO OUR KING!!! i wanted to post this on his actual birthday, but editing and work has me fucking WRECKED! please enjoy!!!

“No need for a bigger ego,” Ochako snapped, smacking the back of Katsuki’s head as she passed. Everyone had been staring back at the screens in the gym, rewatching the fight that had made Katsuki’s comeback even more spectacular. 

Tokoyami was a hard guy to fight, and all the advice that Ochako had given was right - he was small and fast, and by the second round Katsuki had kept his promise. When the little bird lifted his foot, Katsuki grabbed hold of the man’s ankle and spun them to the ground. Once there, Katsuki changed positions, raining down fists before he caught the chicken in a headlock and knocked the fucker out. 

In the years he’d been fighting, Katsuki had garnered a bit of a name for himself. It was why his sudden defeat had been so shocking, as well as humiliating. His fight with Tokoyami had shown the world he was back in business. They’d called him Ground Zero - not overly creative, but accurate. If he got you to the ground, it was all over, and everyone knew it.  Round Face had worked him to the bone to make sure he didn’t rely so heavily on his signature tactic. Getting his opponents to the floor wasn’t always easy. Getting them to stay there was harder.

“I’m about to knock the fucker out,” Katsuki remarked, watching as Ochako tied her hair up into a ponytail. She bent near the ring, letting her hands wrap the tape across her knuckles easily.

“That was three months ago, you have other fights to worry about,” she reminded, looking over at the crowd that had gathered near the tv, watching the blow by blow match that Katsuki got accosted for a moment before, “are you all gonna waste your damn money in my gym or do you want to work?” she snapped and the crowd dispersed. 

“Sorry sensei!” Some of the younger group called out.

“Bakugou, get your ass in here,” she tilted her head towards the ring and Katsuki jogged up, putting his gloves on and meeting his trainer on the mat. 

Ochako was skilled in a way that was hard to explain; she was in a middle diversion for weight - featherweight - so she wasn’t in any means a small woman, but she wasn’t heavy. She was fast, and punched like a truck hitting a lampost - hard and nasty. She had little regard for how he was doing as she hammered away at his torso, bringing her knee up to see if he would block. 

He did, but she backed him into a corner of the ring with every single knee. She was brutal, relentless just as he was. It made training that much more exciting - to be pushed the same way he’d push back. 

In this moment, the idea of her taking a break for any reason was ridiculous to him. She was on fire, and just as fucking dangerous and if she was facing any other woman they’d be on the floor drooling by now. How the fuck wasn’t she a pro anymore? She wanted him to believe she chose to leave it all behind? Not with moves like hers.

In the position, Katsuki saw his opening, hooking his hands up from protecting his face to around the back of her neck. Lifting his foot to the post, he kicked off and threw them both to the ground. Almost immediately, Ochako’s bound fist slammed against his cheek, her body wriggling out from underneath him. Katsuki growled. 

When she squirmed out from his hold, Katsuki managed to catch hold of her ankle, locking her leg with his own. Even without much pressure or hardly any force, Ochako went nuts, struggling in his hold before tapping onto the mat. 

“I’m out! Tapped out!” she called out, and Katsuki released her. 

“What’s with you?” he snarled, watching as she staggered to her feet, bent with hands on her knees. She looked like she was going to be sick and her whole body was shaking. He scowled as he watched her. 

“Can you give me a sec,” she asked, waving her hand. Katsuki got to his feet, panting as he put his hands on his hips. 

“Some return you’re making. Get better too, otherwise what’s the point of having you as a coach?” he spat out, moving around the ring to try and stay warm. Ochako turned to him, rising once more and moving over to him. 

“I can still kick your ass - in and out of a ring. Remember that, for next time you want to insult me,” she said, almost turning away. 

“Get thicker skin,” he snarled. 

“Grow a brain,” she snapped, suddenly bending to the floor and sweeping out his legs. He didn’t even get a moment to think before she went over the top of him, grabbing the collar of his tank top and her fist raised. 

“Oi! Watch what you’re fuckin-”

“I’m your trainer, remember? You came crawling to me. You can crawl away anytime. Stop being an ass to me, and maybe I won’t humiliate you in front of my entire gym again,” she said, throwing him to the mat and walking away. 

Watching her go, he didn’t realise how hard his heart was beating, or the fact that it was so much faster than even when he was in a fight. He didn’t understand it, but some part of him enjoyed it? All of it made him more confused than before. 

For the rest of the day Ochako forced him to do more rigorous weight training, building up his core with Kirishima and ignored any chance for him to fight. Katsuki was being punished for something that he wasn’t aware of and it infuriated him. 

A week following was when he saw that same hesitation in her. He’d never once seen her hesitate with a move when he was growing up and training with her. Yet now, Katsuki felt like he was analysing her from afar - watching her every movement a little more intensely. Maybe his shitty attitude wasn’t the only thing that was wearing her down. She ignored him usually - but after that...he’d hit a nerve he didn’t even realise was there. 

Kirishima was padded up, clapping his fists together as Katsuki charged. Barrelling towards his trainer, he jumped up and slammed his fist down and across Kirishima’s face. The idiot was too busy being scared out of his mind to block, and it came in hard knocking the fucker on the ground.

Ochako made an audible gasping noise as Katsuki burst into laughter. 

“Your fucking face! I haven’t seen anything as stupid as you damn face,” he cackled, holding his stomach as Kirishima tore his head gear off. He staggered to his feet, his face broken into a grin in spite of his obvious frustration. 

“Not my fault that you’re an actual devil coming in to kill me!” Kirishima said, trying not to smile as much. He soon chuckled, bending over and laughing alongside Katsuki. Ochako groaned from the ropes, rubbing at the bridge of her nose.

“I have to go teach some of the youngsters, can you guys focus on core work?” she waved them both off. 

“Always sensei!” Kirishima called out. 

“Kiss ass,” Katsuki muttered. The pair took off their gloves and moved from the ring to the floor. Katsuki propped himself down to the ground, Kirishima standing on tops of his feet lightly as he began to sit up, holding positions longer and longer in order to maintain his core strength. 

From the corner of his eye, he watched Ochako with a group of teenagers, all following her instructions. They followed without much protest, and she smiled as she instructed. She stood easily in position before she braced her leg and shot it up. The group awed, but Katsuki frowned midway through his situp.

“Bakubro, keep going!” Kirishima tried. 

“Shut up for a sec, shitty hair,” he said under his breath, watching once more as Ochako showed the move. 

Katsuki first noticed it when her foot hovered from the ground. The apprehension to put it down after her extension was clear to him. Then, as she prepared herself once more, she took a moment, stretching out her leg before she eventually threw it out for an example. That time, he saw her wince as she pushed herself - she moved on with little drama but Katsuki could tell…

Something was wrong.  

The rest of the training for that day was filled with thoughts that lingered. He kept catching her out of the corner of his eye, throwing him off more than he realised. When he grabbed his things at the end of the day, she said he wasn’t focused. He grumbled, because he wanted to say the same thing. 

When he got home that night, Katsuki pulled his laptop out, scrolling through different searches to find the fights that had been her last few. He had heard she was a pro fighter, but he was always so focused on himself, he never bothered to check in with her. She was an Uraraka, just someone he knew...at one stage. He found nothing in the fights leading up to her last one, and watched it with hand over his mouth and jaw, knee jumping as he watched from the start. 

She was going good, throwing her weight where she needed to, her knees jabbing up to her opponents stomach, kicking at her head and throwing her to the ground. It was in the third round, however, that Katsuki felt like things were going to go badly. 

Ochako looked tired, her face bloodier than he had ever seen it, but when the other fighter came flying in, throwing Ochako into the fence, it rattled her. Then, crashed into the mat, the women struggled against each other. Then, a legbar was put on Ochako, and the grip he had over his jaw tightened. 

The leg hold was brutal - her opponent, Toga Himiko, pulled with so much force, Katsuki could feel his knee tensing. Even though Ochako screamed, her cries so agonising it was like it ripped a hole in the middle of the stadium. The audience on screen was silent - and the fucking referee wasn’t doing a fucking thing. If Katsuki was there, he would have run into the damn ring. 

Ochako did all she could - pulling herself up, she rained down fists into Toga’s face until the bitch let her go. And it worked. Katsuki found himself cheering when Toga’s grip came loose. When she finally did, Ochako changed positions, holding her opponent in a headlock until she passed out. When Ochako stood however, it was clear she was putting on a brave face, as she always fucking did. 

He slammed his laptop shut and grabbed his jacket, slipping it on as he went down to the gym. The lights were still on, and he could hear some noises. He rounded the corner, finding Ochako stacking away some of the weights, some areas of the gym mopped

She turned to see him, frowning as she took in his scowl. 

“You lied,” he said, the noise echoing around the empty space, even though his voice was only above a whisper. 

“About?” she said, holding tight to the fresh towels she was putting out. She stepped one foot back as Katsuki walked to her. He stopped before her, close enough he could reach between them if he wanted. He felt tight, the frustration that had been building on the walk over amplifying now that she was right there. He glanced at her leg, and she straightened up when she noticed.

“You took a break, but you’re out, aren’t you?” he snarled, feeling the coil in his chest beginning to tighten, just a word could snap it in half. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Pretty convenient how your dad was in the hospital before your last fight, made staying there a whole lot more believable,” he said, putting all the pieces together when he was walking over there. 

Her eyes went wide as she put thing down. “Bakugou,” she tried, though her words fell short.

“What happened?” 

“Nothing! I told you, I’m taking a break,” she tried, a smile so fake, it was ridiculous how she thought it would pass. 

“Alright then, get on the mat and show me! I’ll put you in a legbar and you can get out of it,” he challenged, stepping into her. 

The way she looked at him - it was hurt, and fear all rolled into one. She understood that he knew, and that seemed to frighten her more. She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as her lips pursed. She didn’t look at him at first, until her chin snapped up to look him in the eye. 

“I got hurt, ok? Torn ACL and a hairline fracture in my ankle. They warned me about fighting again. When I went to training, I could feel things weren’t right,” she said, huffing as she looked at her feet. When she looked back up, her bottom lip was wobbling. She sucked it in for a moment before she spoke. “I am taking a break, just trying to feel whole again.” 

“Then you gotta work just as hard,” Katsuki said, determination in his voice, “women’s rounds start up again soon.” 

“Bakugou, I can’t!” she replied with a shaking voice. 

“So that’s it? You’re done now? One injury and you call it a day? You can’t be serious!” Katsuki raised his voice. Ochako stepped in towards him, raising her voice to the same level as his own. 

“I can’t just - act like everything is back to normal. Every time I move I just feel it click and-”

“That’s what physio is for! That’s what these spars are for! I’ll fucking help you! You’re the one that told me to get back up every time-”

“I’m not you! No one is like you!” she shouted, silence filling the room with only their breathing to fill the void. A tear slipped past the rim of her eye, and she wiped it away, stepping past him and going to her office. That was it, no other words spoken. He didn’t need to lose his only decent trainer. He wanted to kick equipment across the damn gym, but knew if he did that, she’d actually kill him. More than anything, her words hurt him. 

His words hurt her. 

Katsuki left, rage filling his core until he got home. When he was met with silence and emptiness, a dark and unwelcoming home, he sat on his couch, his head going into his hands. 

He fucked up, his temper and resentment got the better of him; but he wanted to know, he wanted to know before they started - he thought…

He didn’t know what he thought. He hadn’t really considered why he’d gone to the Uraraka gym after his loss. Had never really considered anyone else training him either. It was like he just knew that it was what he’d needed to get better - to get stronger and take his place back at the top. So if it was just that, then whatever Round Face wanted for her own career shouldn’t have bothered him. But clearly it had, if the way he’d blown up earlier had anything to say. Was it because she was a pro? A legend in her own division that called respect - someone so good he could say “of course I won, I trained under Uraraka Ochako, and she’s the best” and everyone would know. Would understand just what he had done to make himself stronger than ever. 

Had he gone to her because of her skill, or because of what she represented? Had he wanted to be trained by Uraraka, the fighter, or Ochako, the person he’d known since he was a stupid kid?

Was he really that fucking selfish that he couldn’t come up with an answer?

He swore to himself and dragged himself to bed. 

He stared at the screen, her text messages from a week before sitting there. He wanted words to say, to voice the guilt that he harboured...but he couldn’t. That wasn’t him. Pressing his phone to his chest, he stared at his ceiling, wondering if she hated him like so many others did. It wouldn’t surprise Katsuki, but the thought made his chest ache. All he could see the fear in her eyes when he’d confronted her, how her face had twisted to stop from crying. 

It took hours for him to fall asleep that night.  

 ~

 When he got to the gym the next morning, he wasn’t sure if he would be allowed in. He put his things down in Ochako’s office, finding her behind the desk. He watched as she kept her eyes on the computer, not even glancing up to him. Part of him wanted to be mad for being ignored, but this wasn’t his thing to be mad about. He wasn’t the one that was injured. He wasn’t the one that couldn’t fight anymore. 

Every injury was different, most could be recovered from. It’s the mental stuff that stops athletes. Katsuki had been one. He broke his wrist when he was twenty-one and thought he’d never fight again. A voice in the back of his head told him that he would and he got through it. Glancing up to her office, he wondered what that voice would be thinking of him now. 

Kirishima couldn’t get to the gym that day, which made Katsuki’s lonely morning even more noticable. It wasn’t until midday when Ochako came out, meeting Katsuki at a punching bag that they finally acknowledged each other. He held the bag, panting lightly as she stood beside him, arms crossed over her chest. 

“Are you serious? You’d help me fight again?” she asked, a scowl on her face. He couldn’t tell if she were doing it because she was scared he wouldn’t or she was still pissed at him. 

Katsuki picked up the bottom of his tank top, wiping it over his mouth and forehead to get the sweat from his skin. “Always, cheeks,” he panted. She let her arms go to her hips, hands bound around the fabric of her tights. 

“Then we’re doing this together,” she nodded, “I train you, you train me.” Katsuki smirked, his arms going over his chest as he leaned into her. 

“I’ll break you,” he spoke her words back to her. 

“I’d like to see you try,” she snorted, shoving his chest and holding onto the punching bag to prep him for his new coming round. 

He tried to live up to his words, but the reality was - even if he tried to break Ochako now, she was way too resilient to take down. She’d been broken before, and there was no way in hell that someone was getting that chance again. 

With weeks of preparation under their belt - management and promotional material all being handled. Sure, Katsuki was already on his way, but Ochako’s comeback was just important - the two of them a team that no one could rival? There was a part of him that knew this was missing from his life before - the small spark of drive that had dissipated over the years. 

How their fights lined up was Ochako fought the day before he did. As the days came closer and closer, their opponents announced, they were getting ready. Katsuki was set to match with an old rival - Midroyia Izuku...stupid Deku, and Ochako was up against Kendo Itsuka. Apparently the pair had faced each other before, but it was hard for Ochako at the time. But they were both ready, breaking down their opponents and working on what they needed to improve on. 

After a long day of training, Katsuki was preparing to leave when he caught the end of a phone call. Ochako’s parents couldn’t make it - her dad was doing well, but still lacked some strength, it was too hard for him to travel. 

“Do you want me to be there?” he asked, watching as Ochako wiped the sweat from the back of her neck. She looked up, presenting a fake smile - forcing herself to be happy in spite of the obvious pain she was feeling. 

“You’re not my coach,” she reminded him. It was true. She’d been officially his coach for months now, but nothing had ever been established about him working with her. He’d just been helping her out. Maybe he did want to be part of her team, but that wasn’t why he wanted to be there. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to be there for her, other than the fact that she had been there for him. Though that had never been enough before. She sat back down behind her desk, sighing as she relaxed. 

“It's a public event, round face. Never said I’d cheer you on,” he said and she rolled her eyes. 

“If you wanna, I’m not going to force you,” she said, unwrapping her hands, feet up on her desk as she reclined. 

“Whatever,” he scoffed, pulling his bag over his shoulder and walking out of her office. 

“I’ll see you before your fight,” she called out. He waved over his shoulder. 

“Oi!” He yelled, ducking his head back into the door, “two fucking rounds? Ok?” 

Ochako laughed and waved him off. 

 ~

 The arena was crowded with fans, Ochako’s banner hung over her side, the large image of her face scowling at the audience. Katsuki had laughed the first time he’d seen it, and gotten punched in the gut in response. He couldn’t see her yet, and he knew she’d be back in the lockers probably, stretching out and wrapping her hands the way she did before all their sessions. Katsuki had hopes of her win - she’d been working just as hard as him, if not more. When he left, he knew she trained more - worked longer hours than she should have. Katsuki could always hear the weights shifting as he left the empty gym, or the sound of fists against leather echoing around. 

With a cap on, he stood amongst the crowd towards the back. He’d talked to Ochako’s manager and got himself a ticket and a pass to go back if he wanted to see her afterwards. He didn’t want his presence to be some kind of distraction - if he could be considered one. All he wanted was Ochako to be the fighter he knew she could be. He didn’t need to be attached to her name at all times. 

There was an uproar from the crowd as Ochako was announced. She walked in, looking determined and fierce. She could make a bear run away and hide. Katsuki cracked a smile as he moved the cap up, watching more intently. She was in a black and pink sports bra with the gym’s logo on the front and matching shorts that stopped midway down her thigh. They were loose, as she liked the room to move around. Katsuki and she agreed on that. 

In all, she looked like a fighter, her hair in two tight braids running from the top of her scalp and down either side. It kept her hair out of her face, and gave her a more polished look. 

When Kendo came in, white sports bra and shorts that matched, she looked like she was preparing for murder. Every fighter could kill a person if the chance arose, so seeing these women face off, rage in their eyes, it wasn’t anything new. 

The match started soon after they entered, and the first round was an exchange of hard punches. Ochako got pinned to the fence a few times, making Katsuki chew on his lip. But a few hard knees to the gut gave her distance to prepare her next move. Before they could really get going, the horn went and the first round was gone. 

All Katsuki wanted to do was be beside the ring, yelling at her to move and keep her motivated, but even from a distance, he could tell that her drive was still as strong as ever. 

The second round started, and Katsuki felt like his blood was on fire. It rang in hard, with Ochako facing a brutal onslaught without a second to breathe. Her left eye and cheek took a hammering, making her defence change up. Her arms were up around her face, as she then took swings to the body, stepping back from the woman across from her. Kendo didn’t want to give up soon. 

But neither could Ochako. That wasn’t in her. It never was. It was why she got injured in the fucking first place. Then as Kendo came closer, jabbing to catch Ochako off guard, It was Ochako who took the next advantage. With one hard sweep of Kendo’s right leg, the woman was staggering back. Ochako took her chance and went wild, throwing fists that could knock out grown men in an instant. 

A left hook to the face, followed swiftly by a right, then finished with an uppercut had Ochako’s opponent on the floor, bleeding from the nose. Ochako followed, snaking her body around the soon to be defeated Kendo and had her in a headlock that would put other fighter’s to shame. As soon as Ochako’s bicep curled, Kendo was tapping out, sending Ochako to her feet in a roar of excitement. 

Katsuki couldn’t help it, he jumped, cheering loudly from the stands along with every other person in that arena. But he didn’t care about anyone else - he saw the short, chubby cheeked woman that trained with him every day, he saw her rise when no one had known she could fall. To him, she was everything in that moment. 

Two fucking rounds. He couldn’t believe it. Well, he could! But it was like magic! She’d done it with little effort.

After making his way through security and getting back to the locker room door with her name on it, he leaned against the wall, waiting for any sign of her. It took a few more minutes before he saw Ochako and her team, all marvelling over her and her victory. 

“Knew you could do it,” he called out, bringing her attention up to him. Her manager, he knew as Yaoyorozu Momo, walked beside her and shrugged as Ochako looked over to her. Momo continued on the phone as the crowd was still cheering Ochako’s name. 

“Bakugou!” she said, voice surprised and overjoyed in one. She ran the distance between them, bounding up and into Bakugou’s chest. Her arms were around his neck as she held him - no, hugged him - and he followed suit, holding onto her until she let her grip go. “You came!” she beamed. Katsuki put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. 

“Needed to see you slam that bitch to the ground,” 

“Did I do alright?” she asked. She was smiling wide, but her left eye was fully closed, already swollen and bruised. Katsuki lifted his hand to her face, but she didn’t react to his touch, the area must have been numb. 

“Yeah. You did ok. Not as good as me, but you’d pass,” he smirked. Ochako scoffed, jabbing him in the ribs softly before she bounded straight back up and into his arms. The way she giggled, a joy that she hadn’t shown since she had started training him, it made him feel alive. 

“You want to grab a beer?” he asked, letting her back on the floor. 

“I want mochi,” she sighed. Katsuki slung his arm over her shoulder as she wandered ungracefully to the room with her name printed outside.

“At least that will keep you a featherweight,” he said, reaching over and pinching her cheek. 

“Asshole,” she said, knocking her hip against him, keeping him away as she stepped into her locker room to change. “We’ll meet at the gym, yeah?” she asked. Katsuki nodded. 

“I’ll buy, just don’t fucking die before you get there, ok?” 

“No promises,” she laughed.  

“Oi, don’t even play,” he warned her. 

“I’ll be there soon, I promise,” Ochako shook her head and waved him off. 

She kept her promise, meeting with him for a little while before she seemed tired. Fights kept adrenaline going for so long before it became unbearable to stay awake. Katsuki walked her up to the office and through to her apartment attached to the building. It wasn’t big, but could fit a bed and a little kitchenette. He knew her parents didn’t live far, but it probably kept costs low if she slept there so she didn’t have to worry about paying for three different places. 

When she was tucked in, he combed her hair out of her face, looking at her blown up face, somehow she still looked like the Ochako he knew. 

“There’s ice in the fridge for your face tomorrow, and I put aspirin by your bed with water if you feel shit tomorrow morning.” 

“Who needs a boyfriend when I have Bakugou Katsuki taking care of me,” she giggled, putting a hand to his cheek briefly before she slid into her sheets once more. 

“Whatever, round face,” he scoffed. “Call if you need anything,” he said, patting her arm and making sure all her lights were turned out. 

“Night Bakugou,” she sighed peacefully. 

In the back of his mind, a voice asked him to say something, but he didn’t dare listen to it. 

Even as he walked home, it beckoned once more. 

She should have called me Katsuki. 

He shook it away and got to his apartment, happy with her victory. 

 ~

 The next day brought something Katsuki wasn’t aware of in the moment - he was usually so careful. He should have expected it, it was a major event, especially with Ochako’s return. But photos were circulating around the internet already, rumours coming out about their apparent relationship - all because the photos seemed friendlier than normal. 

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? 

Scrolling through, Katsuki found the ones of Ochako jumping up into his hold, one where he touched her face and a few others as they parted ways. In the midst of his anger for his failure to go undetected, he flicked his eyes back to one. 

The one, with his hand raised to her eye - he found that he didn’t mind it. Ochako looked so happy as she looked at him. With a foreign feeling in the pit of his stomach, he saved the photo, and set it as his background. Once it was done, he stared at his decision, unsure what his motive was, but it was done, and he didn’t mind to see her happy every day. 

He didn’t train that morning, but instead decided to go for a run. He had anticipation building over his form and he was ready for it to leave him already. Instead, it only built. By the time he got to the stadium, Ochako still sporting a wicked purple and blue eye, she could see he wasn’t good. 

Something about the way she looked at him made him feel sick. “Hey,” she started, moving around to his side. “You good?” 

“Fine.” He knew it wasn’t fooling her, but he wasn’t sure why he was lying in the first place. He didn’t understand why he felt nervous. It was a big fight, sure, but it wasn’t as if he hadn’t been training for it since he took down Tokoyami. 

“Oi,” she mimicked him, her fist lightly tapping him underneath the chin. “I’ll treat you to beer after,” she smiled, and Katsuki scoffed. 

“You better be buying,” he replied, and the nerves settled. It was as if they washed from his body in a second that he hadn’t had time to realise it was gone until Ochako turned away from him. 

The walk out was the same, a roar of a crowd that beckoned for his win or loss. He wasn’t going to lose ever again. Inside the ring, he jumped up and down, getting his body as limber as possible, waiting for Deku to get inside. His walk was quick, Yagi Toshinori his coach. He was one of the hardest trainers to get, but of course fucking Deku got him. 

Not as good as Katsuki’s though. 

Deku was built like a middleweight - thick and built for a fight. The nerd was known for breaking down his opponents to a micro level, meaning that most of Katsuki’s maneuvers against him were always hard to swap out - it made Katsuki feel unnatural in a fight, but it kept his winning streak going. 

In bright green shorts, he bent, shaking out his legs and smiling to Katsuki before the fight. Katsuki rolled his eyes. 

Before anyone could call the fighters to gather, Ochako moved into the ring, and brought his attention to her. He thought she’d give him advice, but there was a cockiness in her smirk that told him otherwise. 

“Show ‘em what having a pro as a coach does,” she said, patting his shoulder as she prepared to leave him.  

He grinned back at her, putting his mouth guard in and smacking his fists together. 

The go was given, and Katsuki clapped his fists together again, watching as Deku came in fast. He didn’t waste time. He had a plan and he wanted it to pay off. Not likely. He was only a few feet from Katsuki when he kicked up at his knee, throwing Katsuki slightly. When Katsuki saw the second one coming as Deku exhaled, Katsuki didn’t give him a chance to think. 

Throwing the same kick back at Deku, Katsuki hit hard, throwing in a right hook and making Deku stumble back in surprise. After that, they traded blows, fists coming in hard to ribs and smacking faces that made the other stumble.

When Deku grabbed hold of the back of Katsuki’s neck, knees hitting his torso, Katsuki grunted, bracing every time to gather himself. Once more, he followed the nerd’s movements, hands on the back of his neck, but instead, he used the leverage to pull Deku’s head down and made the leap up with his knee that much easier. 

That spooked the fucker. 

But he moved faster than Katsuki anticipated. Once on his knees, Deku grabbed Katsuki’s knee and forced him off balance, backing him up and his back made contact with the fence. 

Fuck. 

It was either in the back of his mind or it was actually Ochako who screamed bloody murder for him to get off the fucking fence. Deku threw fists and jabbed knees into Katsuki’s gut, and he felt like he was losing his breath every time those blows came. 

The way Deku had him pinned was making everything uncomfortable. Katsuki tossed them back over, pushing Deku into the fence, but every movement felt like it was more draining than the last. In spite of it all, Deku kept an unrelenting pace, fists that burned and knees that didn’t give up. 

Katsuki looked at Ochako, her words lost amongst the crowd, but that bruised eye, rage hidden in that chocolate warmth - a fire burned hotter than Katsuki thought it could. Hooking his arms underneath Deku’s, Katsuki roared, picking up Deku and throwing the nerd over his shoulder. The pair landed, but Deku was the loser of the act, trying to scramble to life. Katsuki was over him in a second, beating him down before he locked his legs around his waist, and arms hooking around his neck. Katsuki forced them to switch, laying with his back to the mat and Deku trying to pull Katsuk’s arm from his neck. 

Locking his hands in place, there was no way in hell Katsuki’s choke hold would break. 

Ochako was beside the ring telling Katsuki to keep his hips locked, to stop Deku from writhing around. Doing as he was told, Deku essentially became defenseless. 

One tight tug and Katsuki felt it. 

Deku tapped against Katsuki’s forearm.

Katsuki released his grip and jumped up from the floor.

It was all done in one round.

Ochako stood beside the ring screaming her head off, arms in the air. He roared back, most likely looking like a feral idiot with his tongue out and hands bound ready for a further fight. When Katsuki got his win, Ochako ran into the ring, jabbing fists into his torso with little to no force before she curled her arms around him. He held on tight before Kirishima came bounding over the top, almost tackling the pair to the ground.

Katsuki would have bit the guy’s head off on any other occasion, but for a moment, looking at the joy in his face at Katsuki’s victory? It made everything feel worth it. He clapped Kirishima on the shoulder as the loser came over, hand extended. 

“Better luck next time, Deku,” Katsuki boasted. 

“You were amazing out there, Kacchan,” Deku replied. Katsuki scowled, only to be jabbed in the side by Ochako. She knew their past better than anyone. Rolling his eyes, he embraced Deku for a moment before moving away. 

“Tch, whatever,” Katsuki scoffed, ruffling the green hair that stood in the idiot’s head. “You could have had a better chance if you weren’t facing me.”

Katsuki found Ochako had moved off, still smiling wide as she glanced over to him. He’d never felt more motivated to win until he saw her face. The trophy on her face, proving that she was a fighter through and through, and he was a fool to be anything else as her fighter.

 ~

 Outside the gym, the small brick wall they had sat on all those years ago still felt like home. In their hands, Ochako and Katsuki held beer and shared some chicken wings that she was craving. They sat in silence for the most part, and Ochako scrolled through her phone, reading reactions and seeing the headlines of the pair. 

The bottle touched Katsuki's lips, stinging at the split and soothing the pain that was only just catching up to him.

“Ugh, you seen this shit?” Ochako groaned, showing her screen to him. Across was the article that he had seen that morning, and the pictures underneath.  

“Oh the photos? Yeah. Media bullshit,” Katsuki grumbled. He felt his phone burning in his pocket. Not literally, but fuck it felt like it in that moment. He took a sip and wondered if she could tell that his ears were burning. 

“We’ve known each other for sixteen years, it’s hard to think of us as -” 

“Right.” He was short with her, and she shrugged it off, drinking more of her beer. “Been eight years since we were last here,” he reminded.

“I was drunk off my ass,” she giggled. Glancing over to her, he felt a smile creep onto his lips. In the moonlight, she was lit up, even with her bruises and exhaustion torn body, she still looked like a wonder to him. He didn’t know how else to describe her. 

“We shouldn’t have even been drinking. When your dad found us that night, he damn near kicked my ass,” Katsuki remembered in a laugh, shaking his head as he looked up to the moon. Part of him hated the damn thing - why did the bastard have to light her like that?

“As he should have, we were underage and you were having a professional qualifier in like two days' time,” she recalled. He didn’t realise how much of that time she remembered. He thought she was too drunk...

“What made you say it?”

“Say what?”

He cleared his throat, avoiding meeting her eye and stared back at the moon. In that moment, it was his only saviour. “I was going to be number one?” He glanced at her, watching as Ochako shrugged. 

“I don’t know, it just felt like the drive you had you were gonna be the champion for years,” she explained. 

Katsuki threw the bottle, landing it in the bin, but he heard it smash. “I lost it, you know.”

“Your fight against Kaminari told me enough,” she scoffed. Katsuki finally turned to look at her. She relaxed on the wall, looking at him with pink cheeks, tipsy but not like that night. 

How was she still the same girl, yet such a different woman? 

“You watched?”

“Of course. Gotta make sure your ass got back up,” she smiled, pursing her lips before she sighed, as though there was a disappointment she didn’t want to voice. His frown to her warned against that decision. “You were lazy and left yourself open a lot. Poor guy was too dazed to find it and you took him down easy.” 

“Tch,” Katsuki scoffed. 

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on in your life or your head, especially back then, but you’re on your way to becoming number one. We’ll get there - together.” Her hand squeezed at his knee, and Katsuki felt his heart racing. He looked at her, the way her chocolate eyes reflected so wonderfully in moonlight. 

He may not have hated the shining bastard in the sky after all. 

A car honked its horn nearby, drawing Ochako’s hand away in a flash. He scowled over to the car, watching as a man stepped out. He had the same familiar build as Kirishima, but lacked anything to do with it. Katsuki didn’t like the look of him. “Who’s that?” he asked over to Ochako. 

“Oh, that’s Tetsutetsu! He gives the gym new equipment on the cheap. Must have some stuff to give away,” she explained, breaking into a giant smile and jumping down from the small wall. “I’ll be right back.” She waved to Tetsutetsu, and the greyed hair moron smiled back. 

Katsuki felt himself heat, as though a fight were on the verge of erupting. 

But he wasn’t sure why. 

#kacchako #bakugou x uraraka #uraraka x bakugou #my fics #kacchako fic #if my body's alive

[junionigiri]

BNHA 222! A chapter that made me squirm!

And it's because of this guy, and his really, really dark back story! I'm not surprised at how dark it really is, but what happened to Shigaraki really makes you think about how quirks can be terrible as much as they are good and not everyone is blessed in this universe

So we see how Shigaraki ended up in the manipulative hands of AfO. A terrible thing occured to him when he was still little Tenko, and apparently no heroes or civilians stepped up to help him because that's just how society is sometimes. AfO steps in where no one else dates and gives a semblance of comfort to this poor traumatized kid who didn't know better

By the way "unheard of quirk" is phrased, we can guess that maybe all AfO and the Doctor is interested in is Shigaraki's quirk, and not really his circumstances. And it looks like the Doctor is interested in keeping Shigaraki in despair and giving him no other option but to side with them--i mean, really??? Preserving his family's hands and telling the kid that "you killed them!" And just watching him go through that mind break. Oh my gosh poor kid.

Some points of interest: I can count three pairs of hands. I wonder if besides "Father", there's also a Mother... And a Grandmother????? And, they had a corgi too :( where are it's paws.

I like his little gloves. I wonder if he also wears mittens to sleep, like Ochako.

And see! Dabi did go off on his own! I love how Toga just snarks at him and he snarks back. And I also like how he blatantly disrespects Shigaraki, but Shigaraki doesn't really snark back and instead just challenges him to impress him haha

Dabi mentions being "on the verge" of finding new members, so I wonder if he's met Hawks yet or has already scouted him. But at this point the doc tells him to test out the High ends and we know how that turns out.

So this makes me wonder if Dabi chose to sic one of them to Endeavor because he wanted to??? Ugh are we finally going into the Dabi is a Todoroki storyline?! We are so close to it we can taste it!!!!

#bnha chapter 222 #bnha spoilers #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #dabi #toga himiko #spinner #league of villains #does dabi is a todoroki #all for one #all for one is so bad #very bad man #what happened to shigs corgi #so sad

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My Hero Academia Chapter 226 Review

This is a rather conflicting chapter for me to grade on. On one hand, there are points that I like such as Toga’s backstory and the battle’s conclusion. On the other hand, there are points that reminded me on why the series’ formula needs an update or change that will benefit in the long run. It also doesn’t help to assure the purpose behind the new faction. When it comes down to the overall, it was a good chapter that was saved by focusing on Toga, one in which is long overdue for adding character’s depth.

From the get-go, the flashback shows many people interviewed about Toga’s strange behavior. She was seen as an outcast, weird, and unloved for who she really is. She even drank a popular boy’s blood back in middle school. There’s a couple of blocked text to hide Toga’s real name for some reason. It could be nothing or maybe a plot twist; who knows. Bottom line, she was not seen as normal for her fascination with blood.

The chapter shifts to the battlefield. I thought Toga will make a comeback at this point, but instead she collapse, leaving the floor room to Curious. This means more rambling, though because of her knowledge, her words basically narrates Toga’s life story. I believe that’s her whole point of her character; other than that, she’s rather single dimensional, and that’s disappointing. Anyway, Toga’s backstory is exploited further, where it becomes clear that her life cannot relate to society; eventually, pushed her away.

She has a strange fascination with blood, be it human or animal. People around her, family included, were disgusted by her action and smile. So much for the phrase, “A face that only a mother can love.” Reminding Toga of her past pisses her off, but Curious brings out a special glove and Curious Burst her face. Toga is at a clear disadvantage. She tries to run away, but she can’t get too far ahead. By this point, she was narrating how her life was never unhappy because of what she believes in.

She uses Ochako’s blood, transforming into her; I almost laugh at the ideal she does more work than the real self. Anyway, it doesn’t matter because it’s only for a disguise, not to use a quirk like one. We’ll get to that soon. Bottom line, Toga is screwed one way or another. Disguising as Ochako reminds her that she is lucky to have Deku’s complete trust in her and she wants to be like that. That’s her life. That’s actually a bit sad. If only she wasn’t this crazy.

Right before Toga gets another Curious Burst head-on, Curious begins to float. No, the real Ochako isn’t there and reveal as the big traitor as one theorized. No offense. It was Toga that made her float. She goes after other enemies, touching one-by-one. She recalls one of her ways of living as a villain: don’t get caught. This push her further and further to overcome the odds. Hero much? She realizes that she can use Ochako’s quirk.

According to Curious, she implies that quirk has evolved or upgraded by the power of fear, or in Toga’s case, it might as well be the power of love, even if her definition is twisted. This seems to reinforce the idea of feelings to be the key to unlock more power-ups. Even Deku’s recent new quirk was said to be reflected by his emotions. Toga regains her sadistic smile and release the float on Curious, dropping her from high up in the sky, straight to the ground. You see, when you’re a villain, this type of display is welcomed. Granted, heroes can do that in other series, but for this one, you need to count on a villain to be violent. Dead or knocked out, the battle has ended and Toga continue to live on to do what she knows best: destroy.

Let me first address the parts I like. I like the backstory of Toga. It’s simple, straight-forward, and reasonable. She was outcast by society, but she stood by her way of living, including love. I also like the struggle she was facing against Curious, probably the only good part aside from the ending. Speaking of which, it ended cool because it was dark and somewhat new to the series. We hardly see a villain gets the win; actually, probably never. Because it involved with two villains, a loss wouldn’t be harmful, like “Oh no! He’s my favorite hero! I really like that guy!” Basically, anything goes.

The problem I have is the execution. Let me first address the main key before everyone begin shoving at me. Yes, I know in volume 19, it was addressed that Toga can copy quirk alas Monoma 2.0. The problem is how it was presented. I have to look back at the past chapters, and the last time her quirk was described was in Internship Arc. That was the last time. It never said anything about copying quirk. Now, if we go by volume 19 additional detail, just exactly when Toga knows she can do it. The answer is just now. It can go many ways. You can say volume 19 spoiled the surprise of this chapter. You can say volume 19 was more or less contradicted since this chapter was designed as a big update. Which is it?

Removing the detail from volume 19, let’s talk about the idea of quirk’s evolution. I don’t have much of a problem with it. If anything, I would have prefer this over Six Quirks of Deku. That begs the question, why not use this concept instead. Maybe it’s not about evolution, but simply another technique. Whatever it is, at least this will keep character up-to-date. Although, everyone has a quirk, so it still applies the same effect; only few characters will get the spotlight. I can only hope Kohei’s imagination is expansive if he’s willing to go through with evolution. It’s passable; what’s troubling however, is the execution.

Toga acquired the ability to use other’s quirk. First of all, is having multiple quirks the Senju DNA of My Hero, where it becomes the most abusive tool to obtain godlike? It’s getting really old. Second, if volume 19 said she can do it, why is this a big surprise to her? Even if she did know, only she has properly control it, how convenient this was. It would have been a lot more interesting to see overcome the odds since that was the narrative it was pushing for. It can be said the same for acquiring a new ability, but it’s more of a cheap getting out of the corner technique. It’s the same problem this series seems to keep on bringing.

People would argue that Shounen series tends to have the characters acquire a new technique and win the battle. The difference is it’s not done as a game changer, rather a deciding factor. Naruto has Sage Mode; it wasn’t the endgame. Luffy has Gear 3; it wasn’t the endgame. Even the last big fight wasn’t as one-sided or one-hit kill. This wouldn’t be a problem if the battle structure would alter for each one. It’s either a brand new power or overwhelming defeat. The storytelling is getting repetitive, or already has. Plus, it’s odd for a villain to obtain a heroic factor to win, but they are designed for us to grow attach to their characters. I guess that’s why Curious hardly has any, and I could expect for others as well.

The battle was mediocre suffered by familiar structure, weak opponent in many ways, and a cheap turnaround. At least the ending was cool though. The artwork is pretty solid as well. I still like the chapter despite its execution. Toga’s backstory was long overdue to address, so it was good to learn more about her. Simple but effective. She is arguably fans’ favorite villain, so this is a great treat. My concern for the Meta Liberation Army has grown. They’re here as stepping stones. Maybe it’s still early to say, but perhaps I’m being optimistic. We’ll see after the break.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #chapter 226 #review #spoilers