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unfortunatelyilikebnha · 4 years

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(//Britney Spears Voice// Oops I Did it Again)

I was thinking about Sero having siblings which made me think about class 1a and like,, how few of them have canon siblings? & then I was like “well hmm, who has siblings in canon and who do I feel like SHOULD have siblings?” which has NOW spiraled to “whole family dynamic” so. Here’s this (note that I’m not gonna subtract people from families who already canonically exist like however much I’d like to launch End**v*r into the sun this is less “I rewrote things how I’d like them to be” and more “how many of these kids do I think should have siblings and if their parents aren’t developed what do I think they’re like”).

Midoriya: We already know he does not have siblings and tbh even if we didn’t know I’d still think he doesn’t. He absolutely has Only Child Who’s Kinda Lonely And Wanted A Sibling But Never Got One vibes. Also we know he has a single mom and a dad who’s not really in the picture (sidenote I love Inko Midoriya even though she failed Izuku in the past by not believing in him she loves her son so much and is trying her hardest to make up for it and do what’s best for him). I feel like her husband is like,,, not straight up the worst person ever like he’s not abusive but he’s not particularly interested in his family anymore?? Like he pays his child support but doesn’t make any effort to talk to his wife and son? He’d get divorced but he doesn’t want to go through the hassle of that legal process, especially since he’s living on a whole separate continent & would either have to go back to Japan for the legal proceedings or do it from there which would be challenging & he’s “far too busy” to do that

Bakugou: He doesn’t have siblings in canon but he does kinda give off Middle Child In A House With Lots Of Children vibes...that inferiority/superiority complex tho...oh either that or Oldest Child In A House With Lots Of Children vibes...but yeah consider middle child Bkg. Like...maybe 5-6 Bakugou children and he’s either smack dab in the middle or 3rd oldest depending if he has 4 or 5 siblings. Also it’s pretty obvious that Mitsuki’s not a good mom & Masaru is not rlly willing to stand up to her but unfortunately I can’t change that cause I said I wouldn’t mess with existing family members :/ maybe I shouldn’t give him more siblings after all, for their sake...

Todoroki: We know the todofam dynamic already. Tbh idk what kinda vibes he’d give me if I didn’t already know he had siblings, but since I know that he has siblings in canon it makes sense that he’s a youngest child (also sidenote I LOVE the Todorokisibs & I want them to have the time to bond and become like,,, real, close siblings. Also #givereiadivorce2k20). I hope someone yeets Endumpster out of existence one of these days...fingers crossed

Iida: It’s canon that he has a brother and it’s so sweet how much he admires and loves him Iida ily. Again it makes sense that he’s a youngest child; his need to be “worthy of” his brother’s legacy is rlly apparent, & feels like a total youngest sibling trait. Tbh if I didn’t know he had a brother I could also see him as an only child but I’m glad he has Tensei. I feel like his parents are hardworking but make sure to make time for their children as much as they can & make sure they know they’re loved. Iida kinda also considers some of the heroes/sidekicks who work at the Idaten agency family since they’ve been around so much during his childhood & he knows them pretty well. Also since Tensei is friends with Aizawa and Yamada they were definitely Tenya’s babysitters at least a couple times & around the house a lot so he considers them kinda like uncles or something

Uraraka: I know she doesn’t have siblings in canon but it feels like she should. She gives off big sister vibes. Like she’s canonically becoming a hero for her parents, and I think that would be even better if she also had siblings (all younger than her. At least 2 siblings, maybe 3). I want to see Uraraka with siblings @ Horikoshi why did you deprive us of this? Also we know her parents work hard and love her which I love I’m so glad SOMEONE in class 1a canonically has 2 good supportive parents

Tsuyu: We already know she has two siblings and yes she also has Big Sister Vibes. Don’t have much to explain abt this one, she’s just mature and dependable in like the Older Sister Specific Way (not that all older sisters are mature and dependable, just that there’s a kind of mature and dependable that directly comes from being an older sister specifically). I feel like her parents love her and her siblings & taught them to be truthful & stuff but are kinda quiet and reserved with their affection, and they’re often busy with their jobs so Tsuyu had to take on some extra responsibility caring for her siblings

Yaoyorozu: She’s an only child and yeah, it makes sense. Her parents only have one child to focus on, and as such it’s pretty obvious she feels the full pressure of their expectations, giving her pretty obvious Only Child Vibes. Although I guess you could also look at it as youngest child vibes cause I could just as easily see her having a bunch of talented successful older siblings/one Really Talented Older Sibling so she feels the pressure in following in their footsteps (think either Daphne from scooby doo mystery incorporated or Tahani Al-Jamil from the good place except she doesn’t necessarily hate/resent her siblings but is just kinda insecure about her “worth” compared to them. This is where the second guessing she suddenly displays in canon could come in - correct me if I’m wrong but she didn’t rlly show signs of second-guessing herself until the sports festival? So she’s fine in class where nobody rlly knows her but once she’s at the sports festival which is nationally televised she starts to doubt herself because her parents and sister(s) are watching & she’s like “oh no what if my sister(s) would be better than me at this” so that’s why she suddenly loses confidence). I kinda implied before but I feel like her parents are pretty strict & have high expectations for her & while they’re not needlessly cruel, they won’t tolerate less than the best

Jirou: Pretty sure she has no siblings in canon BUT she TOTALLY gives off youngest sibling vibes. I’m thinking she’d have like a cool older brother who likes to embarrass her. Her parents are pretty chill (I think that part’s kinda canon?). She has lots of older cousins who she’s pretty close with and one bad*ss lesbian aunt who’s pretty much her role model (Jirou when she was younger: I wanna be just like my aunt!!! Jirou now: ah. That’s why. I also like girls.)

Kirishima: Again I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have siblings in canon and as for whether I think he gives off sibling vibes??? I’m not entirely sure. I was gonna say I don’t think so cause like. He gives off vibes that he’d be good with siblings but doesn’t actually have them, kinda like Midoriya (but like,,,I also kinda want to give him siblings so I’m not sure). Also you know that fandom headcanon that he has 2 moms? Yeah I love that that’s canon you can’t convince me otherwise. He has 2 moms and they both love him so much & wanna support him however they can (also I kinda put a little thought into them for a fic I started writing and decided that they’re the embodiment of the tattoo parlor/flower shop au. Flower mom keeps some arrangements that are...not necessarily professional in her shop because her wife arranged them for her. Tattoo mom gives flower mom tattoos for free & they have matching tattoos that flower mom designed)

Koda: he gives me Could Have Siblings vibes as in he kinda feels like another middle child but I feel like he’s actually an only child (like he probably is in canon? I think). His parents are quiet like him but they definitely love him and he knows it. He’s really close to his grandparents (who also live with his family) as well. He also, quits predictably, has a lot of animal friends who are kind of like family to him cause they’ve been through a lot together (the Koda family household sometimes looks a little bit like a zoo because 3 people in it have talking-to-animal-related quirks)

Sato: another idk about canon but he has a little sister. I cannot tell you why I think this but he definitely has a little sister. Sato you have been diagnosed with Big Brother Energy. Also he totally has a single dad who owns a bakery which is how Sato knows how to bake so well! They’re not poor but they’re not rich and he hopes to send some of his paycheck to support his family & help his dad expand the bakery. It wasn’t the primary reason he became a hero (that was because a hero once saved his little sister from a burning building & he decided that he wanted to be able to save people like that hero had saved his sister), but he does like the benefit of the paycheck

Tokoyami: tbh my first instinct was no siblings but I think it would be really funny if he had like. 3 really preppy siblings (one older than him two younger) & he was the only goth one in his family. Or like. His dad is also goth but his mom & other siblings r super preppy. He loves them all but is very much introverted and he and his dad are closer than the rest bc they kinda bond over being less energetic. His siblings & mom don’t REALLY understand Tokoyami’s goth-ness but they love and support him anyways. His younger siblings lowkey like Dark Shadow maybe even more than him tho. Dark Shadow was pretty sad when he heard they’d be moving to the dorms because he would miss them

Kaminari: tbh I first thought he had only child vibes (he kinda does) but then I decided that he has siblings but their age gaps are pretty significant. His older sister has just gotten out of university and is working and his younger sister is like...7 maybe. His siblings both love him but the age gaps between them make it hard for them to connect sometimes. Anyways I feel like his parents are pretty neglectful & caught up in their work. They don’t really pay attention to him or his other siblings, so his older sister had to learn things like cooking and cleaning and do a lot of taking care of Kaminari and he had to help take care of his younger sister, especially after his older sister went to uni. His parents just assumed he’d come to work at their electric company but he didn’t want to do that so while he definitely wants to save people a big part of his desire to become a hero is to make real connections and prove to his parents that he’s worthy of love and attention. He took the UA exam without telling them and when they found out they would have told him no except that they figured the exposure of their son going to the top hero school in Japan would give them more business. When he moved to the dorms he missed his sisters but was glad he didn’t have to be the main caretaker of his little sister anymore (his parents hired a nanny, which they hadn’t wanted to do before because of how much money it would cost, but because they had in fact gotten more business due to Denki going to UA they had a little more money now). (The nanny and Denki’s sister became fast friends, a fact of which he was glad because it meant he wasn’t leaving her alone in an empty house. He called and visited his sister as often as possible)

Hagakure: honestly I’m pretty sure she’s an only child in canon and she DOES give off only child vibes I think...unlike Midoriya tho I don’t think she’d be particularly bothered by it? I mean I feel like she’s kinda lonely but that’s less about lack of siblings & more bc of lack of people seeing her. But her parents rlly care about her & support her however they can, & they also understand her bc they’re invisible too so they know how it feels to have to work hard to be noticed when you can’t exactly be seen

Aoyama: either both his siblings are way older than him or he’s an only child. He does not give me “is super close with his siblings” vibes. He’s definitely seen as the baby in the family and not in a “he gets away with everything & is the parents’ favorite” way in the “they think he’s kinda a failure” way. His siblings look down on him, his mom pities him because he was the only one to inherit her quirk, which hurts to use, & his dad kinda doesn’t rlly care about him one way or the other. The family gives me pretty rich vibes. Like not as rich as the Yaoyorozus/Iidas/Todorokis but still pretty rich. He went to UA mostly because he wants to get stronger both so that his mom can stop pitying/worrying about him and so that the rest of his family won’t look down on him anymore

Ojirou: l also think he has a few siblings (like...no more than 2 tho). I think younger siblings, he’s also a character with big brother energy (tho I could also see middle child Ojirou). His mom runs a dojo which is part of the reason why he’s so good at martial arts. His dad is an artist. They’re pretty close and love and respect each other. His parents were surprised but supportive when he announced he wanted to go to UA

Ashido: an only child. Her parents love her a lot & make sure she feels supported. She sometimes wishes she had siblings but not super often because she has tons of good friends (this along with Kirishima being an only child who wants siblings sometimes only makes their brotp more epic)!! Also she still keeps in close touch with her civilian friends from middle school but kinda feel disconnected from them sometimes because they’re living such different lives than her. Like they’ll talk about the latest movie and ask her if she’s seen it and she just says no and kinda laugh it off because she can’t just say “no, I wanted to but villains tried to kill my class the day we were planning to go”. She also has a hard time telling her parents that because she knows they’d be super worried about her and she really wants to be a hero!

Sero: has siblings (is somewhere in the middle) and also a huge extended family!!! Before the dorms he lived with his mom and siblings but his extended family lived really close to them and visited all the time so he’s really close to both sets of grandparents and his many aunts and uncles and little cousins (though he’s a middle child in his immediate family he’s one of the oldest cousins). Though he misses his family he sees them as often as he can, and is kinda glad for how chaotic and loud the dorms can be sometimes because it reminds him of his home

Shoji: has a little brother, a mom, and a step-dad. It took a while for him to get used to his step-dad, but it becomes clear that he really loves his family so now Shoji loves him too and is fairly close to him. Shoji’s little brother is adopted because there were complications with his mom’s pregnancy when she was having Mezo and while he turned out fine, they found out that it would be risky for his mom to attempt to get pregnant again. His little brother also has a mutation quirk (though it’s not Dupli Arms it’s Bear) and Shoji loves him more than anything else in the world. He wants to become a hero to help combat the stigma around certain mutation quirks (Gang Orca once canonically kinda addressed that that exists when he talked about how children are always afraid of him bc of how he looks) so that the world will be better for people like him and his brother. His mom and stepdad wholeheartedly support him

M*neta: Only doing this bc my brain will not shut up & is making me analyze all of 1a even the ones I don’t consider 1a. I hope he doesn’t have siblings so less people have to be exposed to his...m*neta-ness but tbh I could see him having siblings. His parents are busy and either don’t notice or don’t care what a terrible person their son is

Better purple boy who deserves a place in 1a way more than the grape Shinsou: has no siblings but gives off IMMENSE big brother vibes. Definitely grew up in the foster system (his biological mother, who was a single mother and also had a mind control quirk, became a villain because she couldn’t get hired anywhere, had no way to support her son, and was tired of being villainized by society so she was like “ok you want a villain? Bet.” When Shinsou was like 7, his mom was killed while trying to flee a crime scene. Since Shinsou had no other parent, he was then put into the foster system. Nobody adopted him because everyone thought he was going to become a villain like his mom had, and even the people who didn’t know his mom thought his quirk was “villainous”). Aizawa and Yamada are now eventually planning to adopt him. He kinda has similar vibes to Midoriya in regards to the “Only Child Who’s Kinda Lonely And Wanted A Sibling” but unlike Midoriya he would NEVER admit he wanted a sibling. “I like being alone” he insists. He is a lying liar. However as soon as he meets Eri they instantly connect & he kinda becomes like a big brother to her even tho he will deny it until Eri herself calls him her brother. When this happens he will cry even tho he will say he didn’t

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palettepainter · 4 years

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What are some of your favourite my hero academia characters and who are some of your least favourite? Both students and teachers/pro heroes

Saying right off the bat, there will most likely be a lot of fans that get annoyed by what I say: And to all those fans I say good for you for having a different opinion! I’m open to discuss if you guys wanna share your thoughts on characters in my ask blog or messages! As long as you don’t hate on my opinions

WARNING: This post may contain spoilers so just be weary

Anyway ONTO THE CHARACTERS!

Top fav hero: Fatgum!

I. Love. This. Hero.

I cannot express enough how much I adore him! I’m not really sure what it is exactly that I adore so much about his character, I don’t think it’s one thing in particular: One thing I love about Fatgum is his design, I find his design really interesting and unique, and I think it’s great we get to see a hero that isn’t a typical comic book buff fictional kind! I think that’s really cool! Also, I love his English voice actor, again I don’t know why, but I just think the voice suits him so well! And watching his animation and seeing his expressions is so pleasing! I think the reason I love his expressions so much is because of that big goofy cartoon grin he has, I just love everything about his character!

Plus I think he’s the perfect role model for Kirishima and Amajiki! I remember reblogging a post that explained more about this, but it’s implied in the anime that Kirishima struggles with some self doubt with his abilities, thinking his quirk isn’t as flashy as compared to others. And then there’s Amajiki, someone who struggles a lot with anxiety and self doubt also - Fatgum is a hero who DOES have a skinny/normal look once he uses all his fat from fighting, a body that someone would consider as fit or even sexy, yet he CHOOSE to stay in his fat form and even name himself after it - Fatgum. Fatgum isn’t put off by his shape because he accepts that’s what his power is, he doesn't try to hide it or feel ashamed by it, and having a mentor that is confident in his own abilities is the perfect match for Amajiki and Kirishima, who could both use the encouragement to become stronger and more confident in their own skills.

Other fav top heroes:

Best Jeanist -

Jeanist was a character at first that I was like ‘he’s okay’, to begin with he wasn’t a character I would get excited about if he appeared in an episode. But now - and this time you CAN blame @hazbinextgeneration for this - I love him! Similar with Fatgum I really like his design, and his outfit - which is all denim - is so stupid and silly that I can’t help but love him even more! Even his dialogue is gold! I love how Jeanist makes metaphors or sayings linking to jeans or clothing, and the things in which he teaches Bakugo during his internship are very admirable points for a hero to take into consideration. He clearly cares for being a good pro hero and role model! Even going as far as to loose a lung from fighting All for One and saving his team mates from his blast!

Gang Orca

His design was the thing that got me to fall in love with his character, even the way his clothes are designed and the colour used to match with his orca appearance is so awesome! His voice is also really cool sounding! We’ve only seen him a few times through out the anime, but I hope we get to see more of him and hopefully more of his backstory! The fact he’s also rated number three in the list of heroes that look as though they should be villains could lead to some interesting episodes or small moments in future episodes!

Kamui Woods/MT Lady:

The first pro heroes we where shown in the anime! Off the bat I loved these two! They where interesting, their designs and personalities caught my attention, and I love theri dnyamic whenever they talk! As I said I’m a sucker for opposites attract ships, and these two have become one of my favourites. They’re already a pretty popular ship, and I can see the appeal behind it! Kamui being strict and well mannered, and wanting to keep up a good hero image. And MT Lady, who comes across as playful, a little carefree at times, and using the appeal of her body to get things (such as during the sports festival when she used her looks to get her a free box of food). I find MT Lady a funny character, I laughed during the episode where her and Midnight get into a fight at the TV interview, I really hope we get to see her and Kamui interact more! If I had to choose what we see more of with these two, I’d say there backstories, mostly Kamui if I had too choose between the two

Also Kamui woods, during the mission at Kamino, told MT that she did her best during the fight, and brings her closer to him. She is the ONLY hero he does this too, and that just fuelled my shipper heart

Present Mic

Cockatoo man

I LOVE his personality! I love how lively and energetic he is! And how he always seems to be gesturing with his hands while he talks, it shows off his energy! The fact we get to see a more laid back and easy going teacher in a popular school like UA is a funny set up to me! Plus I love how his quirk not only works well in fighting, but also for his job on his radio station and as an announcer to the school! Also watching his interactions with Aizawa are some of my favourite moments in the series! Again sucker for opposites attract!

Hounddog

He’s a dog - yes

Similar with how Mic is a more laid back and easy going teacher, I like how more animalistic and gruff Hounddog can be. Also the fact that Nezu hired him as a guidance counsellor is so funny to me! Nezu had to look at this giant beast of a man, who growls and snarls when angry, and wears a literal muzzle, and go ‘Ah yes! A therapy dog!’ - Does anyone else find that funny?? Also even though we’ve only seen a lil bit of him in the English dub of Episode 21 (I know he appears more during episodes in season 4) I can say I adore him even more now! His voice makes his whole character that much more loveable! Yes incase it wasn’t clear I admire the voice acting for this series-

Shoji, Tokoyami and Koda

Just some characters that I really like the look of and want to see explored more!

Now onto characters I don’t like as much

Bakugo

Now- Calm down-

Okay. So there’s a bit of debate around this angry gremlin - whether he is a good character, or just a straight up egotistical ass. And I’ll be honest - I think he’s kind of an ass. YES I know in recent episodes he’s been showing some development of becoming better, but me personally, I don’t really see it. Bakugo is obviously supposed to take up the role as Deku’s sort of rival if you will, childhood friend turned rival as Deku fights to beat Bakugo and become the number one hero. And..yeah, I can see that relationship in the show. What I DON’T see is how these two can be considered childhood friends. I’ll explain why: Bakugo is shown to bully Deku, even give him a name (Deku) that means useless. Furthermore, Bakugo then tells Deku to kill himself by jumping off the roof of the school - that’s not childhood friendship, and I fail to see why Deku would continue to chase after Bakugo, let alone even still want to be near him after all he had done.

As someone who was bullied - granted in no way as bad or severe as Deku was by Bakugo - I can’t help but feel this so called ‘friendship’ they have is toxic and unhealthy. Even if Bakugo is showing signs of being a better person, I still don’t like him. You don’t tell someone to kill themselves, telling someone to do so is just as bad as committing a murder yourself. Plus Bakugo didn’t even have a reason to bully Deku, he did it because he could, because he had power to do so.

And what to the parents of said bully do to stop this? Nothin

What does the teacher in Deku’s old school do when everyone in the class starts laughing at him? Twiddle his thumbs

Also, I think he’s overpowered. I know a lot of people think Todoroki is overpowered, but that may because he’s the son to the Endevour, who’s a very powerful hero - Bakugo’s parents aren’t heroes or in the top 10, so WHY is he so powerful?

I’m sorry, but I just..REALLY don’t see it with Bakugo

Mineta

Do I even need to say anything about this one??

I don’t like his reason or being a hero. He’s being a hero so that women will let him touch them? Excuse me? I didn’t know being a hero equalled consent.

I get it, pervy characters, they’re fun to laugh at if used correctly - but not when they’re constant. Theres a point where it’s funny, and then a point where its not. And right now with this guy, it’s defiantly an ‘ Okay we get it, you like girls and you’re all whinny you don’t have a girl can we move on?’ - I fail to see how Mineta is still on the hero course, or how Aizawa hasn’t kicked him off the course yet

Oijiro

Maybe this is just me, and this isn’t really a hate thing, but I just think Ojiro’s a bit boring. His design is simple, to me his slicked back hair looks a little weird, and he isn’t really that interesting to me, even his hero suit is kinda standard and normal looking compared to the others.

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fukasenanairo · 5 years

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SAO Natalie Comic Shimazaki Nobunaga/Kawahara Reki Translation

(Late) Happy birthday Eugeo! It seems I’m destined to never be free from this hellhole. Putting this here because Tumblr is at least good with formatting and long text. Part 2+3 will be done whenever I have time, though at least I’m like a third of the way into part 2. I did all of them because I’m stupid.

Link to original interview

To Kirito, Eugeo is his very first and last male best friend.

Thank you for your hard work these past two cours.

KAWAHARA: Thank you for your hard work!

SHIMAZAKI: Thank you!

How are you feeling so far now that it’s finished airing?

KAWAHARA: I thought two cours were quite a long time, but now that it’s over, time really went by in a flash.

SHIMAZAKI: Seriously. All these fun times just pass you by.

KAWAHARA: Regarding Eugeo, there was a sense that we were counting down the time to say goodbye. Especially in the latter half, I just kept thinking “Ah, the story is heading to that point…”

SHIMAZAKI: Right? That thought nagged at me somewhat, but probably more so for Matsuoka (Yoshitsugu) than me. Maybe it was because I was playing Eugeo, but as the voice recording went on, I slowly began to accept my fate, so to speak. It was a bittersweet feeling, like the kind you get when you say “I’ll be leaving”. Matsuoka haven’t been able to accept it at all though (laugh).

KAWAHARA: Ahaha (laugh). Well, it’s always hard to say goodbye.

Shimazaki-san and Matsuoka-san are close friends like Kirito and Eugeo, so it was probably even harder.

SHIMAZAKI: For me, I have done everything I could, everything I should have done, in these two cours, so it was just another thing coming to an end. However, I’m sure Kawahara-sensei, too, thought “Eugeo…”

KAWAHARA: Back then, when I was working on the Web serialization as an amateur, I would put my all in writing towards a predetermined conclusion. When I had the opportunity to rewrite through Dengeki Bunko, I had a chance to change Eugeo’s fate. I could not do it then, but I was granted another chance through the anime adaptation. “Eh? Eugeo doesn’t die?” There could have been a development like that. In the end, I could not bring it up in the script meeting.

SHIMAZAKI: If Eugeo had been alive, the story beyond that…

KAWAHARA: The latter half (3rd cour and beyond) would have to be rewritten completely. There would be a huge strain on the scriptwriters, but (as a story) I thought it was possible to create a scenario beyond the 2nd cour that Eugeo could work in. So I thought about changing his fate.

SHIMAZAKI: If you had suggested that, it would have just been “Kawahara-sensei, please take responsibility.”

KAWAHARA: Yeah, it probably would have turned out as “Please write the draft” (laugh). Well, Director Ono (Manabu) was the type to stay faithful to the original work, so that might have been hard either way.

SHIMAZAKI: For you to even consider that, Eugeo must have been an important person to Kawahara-sensei too.

KAWAHARA: SAO will continue from now on, but no other character can take Eugeo’s place. To Kirito, he was his first and last male best friend...It hits quite hard when you think about how he lost such a dear friend.

There were times I could understand how Eugeo felt towards Kirito.

When you wrote Alicization, between the character of Eugeo and the worldbuilding, which did you think of first?

KAWAHARA: First, I had an idea that I wanted to write a story about a world like this. Except for the “Aincrad” arc, Kirito has basically been a stranger, a traveler coming and leaving between worlds. So when I wrote Alicization, I needed someone who bore on the brunt of this world. Eugeo was written as a character that symbolizes the structural contradictions of Underworld, and the tragedy that arose from them. I wanted to make him into Kirito’s partner, so at first I wanted to give him the same kind of energetic feel Kirito had. However, when I actually got to writing, he acted more like a brake to Kirito. Well, he is still the type that says whatever that needs to be said and does whatever that needs to be done. Shimazaki-san I believe is close friends with Matsuoka-san, so when you do something together, which one usually takes the lead?

SHIMAZAKI: Usually it’s not about which one is taking the lead. Matsuoka is the type that prefers actions to words. It’s the same in acting. I am the one that put things into words and make suggestions. When we go eat together too, we start by confirming with each other, like “Is there anything you really want to eat today?” and working towards a compromise. (laugh)

KAWAHARA: For example, usually when you walk together, which one seems to be walking in front?

SHIMAZAKI: No, none of that. It’s just lining up side by side (laugh). However, in a professional context, when I was standing in front of the microphone, there were times I could understand how Eugeo felt towards Kirito. He’s trying to stand as an equal to Kirito, but he feels admiration and a sense of inferiority towards him, like “Kirito is really amazing” and “I’m no match for him”. This is not a negative feeling; it comes from an affectionate regard towards Kirito.

The same goes for the relationship between yourself and Matsuoka-san too.

SHIMAZAKI: That’s right, since way back, every time when I look at Matsuoka. Matsuoka’s energy and quick wit are amazing, right? That’s why he could take the lead among everyone around him like Kirito does. However, just like how Kirito thinks “Eugeo is stronger than me” Matsuoka also says things like “Nobunaga is really good at this” a lot of times.

The line at the climax of episode 24 “Now stand. My closest friend. My hero”, are there any similarities to the relationship between you two?

SHIMAZAKI: There are a lot. Matsuoka really is a hero. He’s always been amazing ever since back then. We became friends since the time we were just mostly voicing nameless soldier A, soldier B or something like that. After that, we started to be given main roles, but usually Matsuoka would be a little faster. If you ask him, he’d say “There’s no such thing”, but to me he was always running ahead. However, if I want to stand on equal footing with him as a close friend, I want to be standing equal as a voice actor as well. Thanks to that, I have been able to work hard to this point. Honestly, every time we record for SAO, I always act like my life depended on it.

KAWAHARA: Is that so?

SHIMAZAKI: Matsuoka has the experience of someone who’s voiced Kirito up to now, and above all his talent is amazing. Eugeo is a buddy on equal footing with Kirito, so I have to work hard to mirror that with Matsuoka.

KAWAHARA: I have been attending the recording sessions since the first cour, but Matsuoka-san in Alicization’s recordings seem a lot more relaxed. Maybe because Shimazaki-san was sitting next to him.

SHIMAZAKI: Yes, I think so as well (laugh). Of course, it’s due to how much Matsuoka himself has grown in the role as well.

KAWAHARA: Of course (laugh).

When I first heard Shimazaki-san’s Eugeo, I didn’t feel anything out of place.

Kawahara-sensei, what did you feel when you heard Shimazaki-san’s Eugeo?

KAWAHARA: When I write the Light Novels, I can’t hear the character voices at all. However, if it’s a character that appeared in the anime, I can then attach a voice to that character. When I first heard Shimazaki-san’s Eugeo, it just clicked into place in my head. After that, I had the chance to write Eugeo again after a while in the 1st Blu-ray’s bonus novel, and when I did, I could hear Shimazaki-san’s voice.

SHIMAZAKI: I’m honored to hear that! When the SAO anime had just started airing, Matsuoka told me “Later on there is going to be this character called Eugeo, I’d really like to see you voice him”. I read the novels and thought that I would really want to do it. Still, there was no way I could get that wish (laugh). So I didn’t expect too much out of it, but it was something that was always on my mind. After that, when Eugeo was to be voiced in the game Sword Art Online: Hollow Realization’s DLC, they asked for me! I sent a LINE message to Matsuoka while still in shock (laugh). I’m glad to be able to continue in the anime.

Please tell us something you were particularly conscious about when acting as Eugeo.

SHIMAZAKI: That would have to be the childhood part (laugh).

KAWAHARA: Is that so (laugh).

SHIMAZAKI: Matsuoka had experience acting as “Kiriko-chan”, so I thought that was natural that he would do Kirito as a child as well.

In the 2nd cour of “Phantom Bullet”, Matsuoka-san voiced Kirito in a female-lookalike avatar, right?

SHIMAZAKI: That’s why I would probably be voicing Eugeo as a child as well, I thought. Plus, I want to do it myself. That was when Eugeo first appeared, and his story began with the time, as a child, he could not move and could not save Alice. If I leave that to someone else, I feel it would not mesh as well. And so, though it might have been selfish of me, if possible, I wanted to voice him from beginning to end.

Administrator tore open a gap in his heart.

When you voice Eugeo in his childhood, is there anything you pay particular attention to?

SHIMAZAKI: I experimented “What if I acted like this…?”, but once I was actually recording the scene, during the conversation, when we established the balance between the three (with Kirito and Alice) I thought I actually sounded like a child. In the first episode, while Eugeo and Kirito were talking, Alice brought a lunch box. Thanks to the exquisite balance that Kayano-san brought, Alice seemed a little like an older sister to the two of us. I think it established quite well the balance of the three in their childhood.

KAWAHARA: Right, Alice’s “Hey, you two!” really set the scene between the three.

SHIMAZAKI: First, there was this feeling that the two of us could do fine by ourselves. But when Kayano-san’s Alice came for us, it’s like “We’re saved!” for me and Matsuoka (laugh). Her dialogues, or should I say, her voice acting really is amazing.

KAWAHARA: I’m an amateur when it comes to voice acting, but I could feel the difference when actors record separately instead of having a conversation together. Actually, for Sakamoto Maaya-san who voices Administrator, her schedule didn’t line up at first, so she was always recording separately. However, for the last two episodes, everyone joined the recording session. Then, (Administrator’s) impact was on another level. “Scary!” I thought (laugh).

SHIMAZAKI: She was amazing. Now that you mention it, that was just the right timing when Administrator started going all out. I could feel chills going down my spine in the recording.

KAWAHARA: Of course, Sakamoto-san’s Administrator was amazing ever since the start too. Actually, in the Web version, Eugeo brushed off Administrator’s temptation, so he did not become an Integrity Knight.

The development where he fell to her temptation and got brainwashed was adapted to the anime from the Light Novel, right?

KAWAHARA: It became like that in the Dengeki Bunko version because my editor Miki-san said “I really want to see Kirito versus Eugeo!” “I want to tie up that foreshadow-y loose end where Kirito thought “One day he might surpass me” about Eugeo”. Since he appealed so strongly, I was compelled to act. I was convinced to rewrite it, but even so a part of me thought “Eugeo is not that weak of a person”. However, when I saw Sakamoto-san’s Administrator, I thought “I definitely can’t blame him for falling for this”.

SHIMAZAKI: As the one she directed those words at, I have to admit it was very persuasive. However, while Administrator was skillful in her deceit and very alluring, Eugeo was not enamored with her in a sexual sense.

KAWAHARA: That’s right.

SHIMAZAKI: It did include a love for the opposite sex, but what she struck was a gap in his heart caused by a lack of familial, brotherly, and many other kinds of love. The anime did not show Eugeo’s family, though…

In the original work, Eugeo was not blessed with love from his parents or brothers.

SHIMAZAKI: So, in that scene, I remembered that in the text of the original, he was always alone, working and having his money taken away by his family. Above all that, his memories of his time with Kirito was taken, and so there would be a big gap there as well.

KAWAHARA: I’m sure that if he had had the memories of the time the three of them spent together, he would not have fallen to her temptation.

SHIMAZAKI: That’s right! I think he would have brushed her off as well.

It is not impossible to revive Eugeo and Alice Schuberg

Please elaborate more about the Alice that was precious to Eugeo.

KAWAHARA: Earlier, I said Eugeo was the character that symbolized the contradictions and distortion of Underworld. Alice, on the other hand, is the character that symbolize Underworld’s hope and “proof”. She was set as a character who was just as much of a victim as Eugeo, but continued to struggle against her cruel fate.

From when you created these characters, what did you imagine Eugeo’s feelings toward Alice to be?

KAWAHARA: What Eugeo is searching for is the Alice Schuberg from his childhood that was taken away. It is not the changed personality Synthesis Thirty.

SHIMAZAKI: It is quite painful.

KAWAHARA: In episode 21, when Kirito, Eugeo and Alice stand side by side, I was really impressed. However, that Alice is not the Alice (Schuberg) Eugeo have been thinking about. Also, while talking to Kirito, she refers to Eugeo as “your friend”, and treats him like someone she is only barely acquainted with. It was honestly heartending.

SHIMAZAKI: That “Synthesis or Schuberg” issue was quite a big thing for me too. That scene Kawahara-sensei talked about just now, about the three people standing side by side, I thought the same thing. I don’t know if I should say this, but…Really, is it possible to have a Super Happy End where they defeated Administrator, no one died, and they could separate Schuberg and Synthesis?

KAWAHARA: Yes. If Cardinal lived, it would be possible to separate the two Alices’ Fluctlights (souls). There is a hurdle about the other Alice’s body, but just within the setting, it is possible.

SHIMAZAKI: Also, at the end (of episode 24) when Schuberg’s Fluctlight left with Eugeo, I thought it was due to the power of a “will” beyond logic. I really loved that scene in the original. Did you decide on that end from the beginning?

KAWAHARA: Because it would be too sad if Eugeo left by himself. When he became a sword, a part of Eugeo’s Fluctlight merged with Schuberg’s Fluctlight. In that way, once the two have merged and were gone, I wrote “No one yet knows where the collection of photons that formed the two souls would go.” I did leave a little implication in there.

I’m expecting something from that expression “No one yet knows”.

KAWAHARA: In the original, the new arc “Unital Ring” have just begun. And so, this will be the third time I am having this conflict. In terms of setting, bringing back Eugeo and Alice Schuberg is not impossible, so I feel like it’s a problem I’m always having (laugh). It’s just that, I have to think as an author whether bringing someone back to life so easily is a good thing…I think this conflict will continue on for a while.

SHIMAZAKI: That’s quite hard…Please endeavor to make SAO the best you possibly can.

KAWAHARA: Right.

I thought it was impressive that you didn’t push for Eugeo’s revival (laugh).

SHIMAZAKI: No, no (laugh). Of course I want him to come back, but as a work, it is important to make it as good as possible. I’m sure it’s the best thing for Eugeo as well. Plus, later in the SAO media mix, maybe there will be an “if” where a grown up Alice Schuberg, Kirito and Eugeo appear together. There might be a chance that Kawahara-sensei would write something like that, right?

KAWAHARA: That’s true. That chance might come up.

Believe in Kirito, and watch over the last of the Alicization arc.

In addition to the ones mentioned above, do you have a favorite scene?

SHIMAZAKI: I have a lot…For example, (in episode 10) the case with Raios (Antinous) and Humbert (Zizak), Eugeo said “I’m just like those goblins” and Kirito said “You’re human, Eugeo. Just like me”, I really loved that scene. Up to this point, Kirito has accumulated a lot of experience, which included killing people, but he is not making excuses for killing a person. He’s going to grit his teeth and move forward, without losing his way or being conflicted. I thought that was amazing.

KAWAHARA: Kirito was not reincarnated into another world, but rather in principle it’s like playing a game with a controller. He’s been burdened with a heroic role, but he’s not really a hero. In essence, he’s a high school student living in Kawagoe. I wanted to emphasize that part.

What is Kawahara-sensei’s favorite part?

KAWAHARA: At the time of this interview, it has not been broadcast yet, but the last scene between Kirito and Eugeo left a strong impression on me. They did a lot of testing on Eugeo’s final words to Kirito, but in the actual scene it still hits you in the gut. It’s painful no matter how many times I see it. How much do voice actors control their emotions in such a scene?

SHIMAZAKI: In that scene with Kirito and Eugeo, I didn’t really try to control anything and just went with my own emotions. It’s strange, but I was calm during that scene. (In episode 23) when Eugeo said “I know the mission I should fulfill” and became a sword, Matsuoka’s performance, as Kirito, was so moving as he desperately tried to stop Eugeo. But at that time, I think Eugeo had already made up his resolve, and I too, calmly said “It’s fine, Kirito”. I was already prepared for the jump around then.

KAWAHARA: Then, in the farewell with Kirito, you were calm like that too?

SHIMAZAKI: Yes. My feelings were all over the place, but somewhere I was really calm…

KAWAHARA: Eugeo himself was probably calm as well.

SHIMAZAKI: That’s true. Eugeo suffered a lot because of Underworld. In the end, he was saved by being together with Alice Schuberg, so I feel like I was convinced that it was okay. When we approached around the 20th episode, I had the feeling of “I want to stay with everyone in the last two cours too”. However, when the time came, I felt calm. I had done what I could and what I should have done, with all my power.

KAWAHARA: What about Matsuoka-san?

SHIMAZAKI: Of course, like Kirito, he received a great shock and got horribly messed up (laugh).

KAWAHARA: Ah…(laugh)

SHIMAZAKI: A lot of times mid-conversation, he’d say something like “Nobunaga’s gone”* and get depressed, looking really sad. At the end, when we were talking in front of the microphone, I could almost feel Matsuoka’s Kirito saying “I don’t want this to happen!” That’s why I was calm instead, that it was better this way. If I were to be greedy and say “I want to do more”, it might have affected the voice acting, and make it seem like Eugeo has regrets. Of course, it’s not like he didn’t feel any at all, but in that instant, that regret was very close to zero.

Then, finally, to those who watched the first two cours, is there anything you would like to say? Please also tell us about any highlights in the third and last cours that will be broadcast from October.

SHIMAZAKI: First, thank you for watching up to episode 24. I greatly enjoyed this experience as an actor and a person. Also, I think that the first two cours were great thanks to the efforts of everyone involved in SAO, including Kawahara-sensei’s original work. I would be happy if everyone thought so as well. If you reached episode 24, you may be feeling depressed. It was an unsettling ending, and the last two cours will surely be painful and difficult as well. However, it’s alright because Kirito will be there. “My hero” will be there. I believe that if it is Kirito, he will surely lead everyone to a good future. Please believe in Kirito and watch over Alicization to the end. As Eugeo, I will be watching over with everyone.

KAWAHARA: Thank you for sticking with Alicization through 24 (+1) episodes. However, surprisingly, Alicization arc is not ending yet (laugh). That said, once the second half starts, it will go by in a flash as well, so I hope everyone continue to enjoy Sword Art Online Alicization: War of Underworld from October. Eugeo has left the stage, but many characters (except Administrator and Chudelkin) will continue to appear. As for Chudelkin, Takagi-san’s performance was so great that it feels like we lost another precious person. (laughs) In the last two cours, characters who make a big impact like Chudelkin will continue to appear one after another in the enemy side, so please look forward to that.

*Note: Yoshitsugu was saying 「信長ロス」which generally means the same but is used in many contexts (e.g. when a pet dies or when a celebrity get married) and never sound good translated as “Nobunaga loss”.

#sao #sword art online #eugeo #shimazaki nobunaga #kawahara reki #translations #I'm sleepy #zakki please stop the love letter to tsugu I can't handle too much at once #I was stupid and did all of this in a few hours and now I'm dead

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heya! do you think you could do a shinsou x reader in which she's a 1-A student and isn't afraid of him, but instead treats him with kindness and they slowly get closer? bonus if you could have bakugou be her childhood friend and have him be protective of her. thank you so much

I was a First yearstudent at U.A. , class 1-A Hero Department, along with my best friend sincechildhood, Katsuki.Of course, he has a bit (a lot) of a temper and a sort of God complex, butthat’s mostly to hide his insecurities and some bad ideas that his motherimplanted in his head.

The better you are, the worse consequences yourmistakes have.

I try to calm him down when needed the best Ican, but it doesn’t always work…But hey, it’s at least really nice to havesomeone who cares and is protective of you in this new world of heroes!

The only problem, I think, is that there is aterrible hostility from class 1-B towards us, and worse, many students from thenon-hero classes are also incredibly jealous and look down on us, as if it’sour fault they got there.

Well…There is one person who is bitter, butnot in a negative way, but in a way that motivates him to strive forward andbecome better, to become a true Hero, to help others in need.

Shinsou Hitoshi.

He is in class 1-C and since the Sports Eventswhere he went against Izuku, and everything he’s done to get to the finalstage, I had my eye on him since he intrigued me greatly.

He looked like a cute, sleepy kitten withlavender hair, and of course, that made me approach him one day andcongratulate him on his performance there.He isn’t the most sociable one, so our conversation wasn’t too long, but fromthen on, whenever lunch started, I’d go pester him, trying to be friendly, andoffered to help him train in hand-to-hand combat, since if anything happens andsomeone with a Quirk like Aizawa-sensei’s appears on the enemy fronts, we haveto know how to defend ourselves, and thankfully, he agreed!

This made us get closerto each other, him warming up to me, and all I can say is - JACKPOT!

Of course, just like Sensei, he’s a fan of cats,so I suggested to go to a cat cafe, to relax for a bit since we really neededthat.

There, small tables weren’t available anymore,so we had to stay almost cuddled together on a comfy sofa with two incrediblysmall and fluffy kittens who were playing together, which I can’t stay muchbut…It melted my heart completely.

(Also, I’m not gonna give this away to anyone, but the owner ofthis place is my friend so I reserved this place and told her the plan inadvance so this particular scenario would happen~)

“Thanks for showing me this place, Y/N. I didn’t know our city hadsuch a nice Cat Cafe.” hemuttered, a passive, calm smile on his face.“I come here at least twice a month. It’s my favourite place torelax and I thought you’d like to see it as well.” I grinned at him, letting one of thekittens climb up on me and snuggle against my neck.“How did you know I liked cats?” he asked, looking at me, his head tilted slightly like oneof the little kittens who’s confused.“Because you remind me of a kitten. Fluffy hair, your scarftangled around you like a kitten with a yarn ball…And I just guessed, really,you seem like a Cat person.” I shrugged, smiling up at him, seeing a small blush creepingon his face.“O-Oh…I see…Thank you, Y/N.” he muttered, hugging the little kitten in his hands.“Your Quirk really intrigued me when I first saw it. I could onlyimagine how powerful it could be against Villains. Say, someone attacks acivilian, then you pop in, make him talk and BAM, he can turn against hisallies. I was surprised you weren’t in the Hero courses, but I guess this onlyserves as a strong motivator to show everyone that you can be better than theseguys and get in 1-A or 1-B with your own forced and determination.” I told him, pouring tea into our cups.“You don’t think it’s a Villain Quirk?” he asked, snapping his head at me, lookingsurprised.“To be fair, I got kinda mad when I heard people say that aboutyou. I mean, U.A. is a place for all people to show that they can be Heroes,and do good for others. The fact that you’re here just proves this.Y’know…Being childhood friends with dear Bakugou Katsuki means that I getcertain…Perks, let’s say.” I winked at him, giggling slightly as I drank the hot tea.“What do you mean…Perks?” he asked, an eyebrow arched in confusion.“Gods, you look more and more like a kitten…Well, he was #1 atthe Sports Festival and his Quirk is really flashy and dangerous. Mine as well,you could say. So really, if anyone annoyed me, he was there to scare them off.That also meant whenever someone thrash-talked you. I don’t take lightly peopleberating people I care about, you know?” I shrugged, playing it cool.“Why would you defend me…? We didn’t even talk back then…Whyare you so nice with me…” heasked, looking down, trying to understand.“I mean, at first I just really admired you, I guess…But otherthan that…Can you think of no reason?” I tried to nudge him with my question, asanother kitten jumped in my lap.“You can’t possibly like someone like me…Could you?” he suddenly raised his head to lookdirectly at me, his face rosy and eyes wide.“I don’t see what’s not to like about you, Shinsou. Really…Ithink you’re a role model many should follow. Maybe it’s you who needs to seethe good in yourself.” Iwinked holding the kitten in my lap and getting it closer to Shinsou’s face, tonuzzle his cheek.“I suppose no matter what I say, you’re going to retort, hm?Then…I guess I could get used to this…To you…To us…” he muttered, nuzzling with the kitten.“Then, would you like to give it a try? I can’t see anything goingwrong anyways. We’re the cool people of U.A. and nobody can tell me otherwise.” I beamed, leaning back on the sofa seat,smirking at him.“Mhm…Thanks, Y/N. If you wouldn’t have said all these things, Idon’t think I’d have ever had the courage to properly confess to you. I mean, Ididn’t actually, but close enough.” he chuckled awkwardly, which only made me smile at how cutehe was, and kiss his cheek.“I can’t say no to Kittens, okay? Oh, which reminds me…Thesecats are for adoption, so if you ever wanna-” I try to imply, but my words were cut short by him noddinghis head vigurously.“Yes. No more questions. We will adopt these two kittens.” without thinking twice, he said that,hugging the kitten in his arms protectively.“I knew you’d say that. Ah, I swear, I’m so happy I planned forthis date for one month…So worth it!” I smirk in victory.“One month-” hetried to say but I shushed him quickly.“Shhh! Don’t fret the details, just enjoy this day and all theones that are to follow!” Ireplied with a wink, getting closer to him and leaning to his side.“Sounds good…I like this. Just you, me and kittens.” he nodded, leaning his head on mine.

Seeing that, he gulped and sighed, getting the courage to wrap his arm around my side so I could lean on his chest.

“Good luck tomorrow on your exam. I mean, I will be there…Hell, we might even get to be in the same team. 1-B vs 1-A… I know you’ll be accepted, there’s no doubt about that…But…I really hope Aizawa-sensei will let you get into my class from Year 2. “ I smiled in content, thinking how nice it would be for him to finally achieve his dream of being in a Hero Class, and I to have him close to me.“It would be nice…After all, you’ll be there. Not much more that I could want in life.” he grinned, petting my hair like he would pet a kitten.

How great it is when all your carefully planned plots all go soperfectly well~.

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puppetwritings · 5 years

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A Magnanimous Vigilante || Soonyoung

Word Count: 2058

Genre: vigilante/superhero!au, fluff, new year stuff, one shot

Summary: What’s the point of fighting on New Year’s Eve? Soonyoung, being the magnanimous person he was, not only decided to call off the fight, but also invited you over for dinner. What a great guy!

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You and Soonyoung glared at each other, weapons raised until Soonyoung finally sighed. “Okay, alright, I can’t do this.”

“What?”

“Well, it’s—c’mon, Y/N, it’s New Years Eve!” Soonyoung said, sheathing his weapon as he began to pick up his belongings that had fallen to the floor previously. “I mean, like, I know we’re enemies and stuff because you don’t like my vigilante group or whatever and you’re a superhero or something and you’re bound by the law, but we’re basically both still good guys right? What’s the point of fighting during a holiday?”

You stared at Soonyoung in utter shock.

You and Soonyoung’s group had been at each other’s neck for quite some time now. It started when you guys ran into each other while trying to fight the same villain. Soonyoung’s group used unconventional methods while you worked with the law enforcement. Seeing Soonyoung’s group nearly decimate an entire block of the city just to take down the villain caused irritation to grow in your heart. They had made sure surrounding civilians were properly evacuated though, so you didn’t hold it against them.

But when this kept happening, they were soon declared to be a thorn in your side.

About an hour ago, Soonyoung had been caught stealing a lump of money. You weren’t sure what he was going to do with it and he sure as hell would never tell you. The only reasonable thing to do was try and retrieve the money back.

Now, you two were standing at a deadlock inside one of the abandoned warehouses that Soonyoung had ran to. And suddenly, this man just…decides to call it off? Can you even do that?! Normally, calling it off would also mean returning the money, wouldn’t it? But instead Soonyoung just…walked away as if nothing happened.

“Hey, Kwon Soonyoung, get back here,” you turned after your initial shock and jogged after him.

It was awkward acting righteous and angry when the other party was nonchalant and acted as if nothing happened, so you could only calmly follow him.

“Can’t, sorry. I already called quits for the night,” Soonyoung said simply.

You stared at him incredulously. “You think calling quits and having it be over is that easy?”

Soonyoung stopped walking and turned to you. “Well, if you attacked me and I didn’t defend myself, you’d feel terrible, wouldn’t you?”

“But you would defend yourself.”

“I won’t.”

A feeling of guilt was already crawling inside you.

Soonyoung grinned. “See? So, following that logic, you wouldn’t risk attacking me in case I really didn’t defend myself. So, the fight has actually ended.”

You stared at him but after processing his logic it was…logical…

“Just go home, Y/N. You probably have something better to do there anyway, right?”

You awkwardly shuffled after him and shook your head. “No, I don’t.”

Soonyoung stopped again and looked at you with a frown. “Aren’t you going to spend it with your family?”

“Everyone’s busy,” you said awkwardly.

The truth was, you didn’t really want to spend it with your friends and you didn’t have any family to spend it with. You already spent an entire week with them around Christmas. Today, you told them that you’d be working late in an attempt to get out of celebrating New Years with them. It wasn’t that you hoped there’d be crime, but you still patrolled just in case someone thought the heroes of this city would be resting but there really was no crime today. Ah, aside from Soonyoung.

“Then…do you want to spend it with us?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You guys?”

Soonyoung nodded. “We all know what each other looks like anyway. What’s the harm in that? Plus, people really like the way you make hot chocolate.”

You flushed a tiny bit at the mention of your barista job.

You and Soonyoung’s group had accidentally discovered each other’s private identities but due to the unmentioned honor code, no one was exposed.

“I’ll drop this off at the orphanage and then we can head back.”

“This was for the orphanage?”

Soonyoung nodded. “There’s an orphanage in the city that runs by donations and it’s always underfunded so I figured this would be a nice New Year’s present.”

You scoffed a little. “You’re not donating your own money?”

“Y/N, I’m poor as well,” Soonyoung said, raising an eyebrow at you. “C’mon, let’s go so we can quickly head home. It’s really cold.”

You frowned, not sure if this was still the right thing to do, but you quietly trailed after Soonyoung.

The orphanage was brightly lit and when Soonyoung and you looked in through the window, the children had just finished eating dinner. They were laughing loudly and joking around, causing Soonyoung to smile brightly.

“I was actually raised here,” Soonyoung sighed as he reminisced about his childhood. He patted your shoulder and tilted his head, “Let’s head down.”

You followed behind him silently as he expertly unlocked the door to an office and slipped in. He placed the money down on the table and was about to leave when the door opened. You reached out to pull Soonyoung into the shadows, but Soonyoung only waved you aside and turned to the caretaker.

“O-oh! It’s you! The vigilante,” the caretaker said, a large grin on her warm, wrinkled face. She turned to you and gasped. You were a well-recognized hero in the city that separated yourself from vigilantes completely, unlike some other heroes. It was no wonder she would be surprised to see you with Soonyoung.

“I just came to deliver a little New Year’s gift to you,” Soonyoung grinned, going over to hug the caretaker. “We’ll be on our way.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for desert? We have cake.”

Soonyoung thought for a moment and then said, “We have somewhere to be, but if you save us a slice, I’ll be back to pick it up tomorrow.”

The caretaker grinned and patted Soonyoung’s head. “Deal.”

Soonoung smiled and pulled you back out the window. You frowned. “Why’d you tell her to save me one too?”

“Oh, do you not like cake?”

“No, it’s just…how are you going to get it to me?”

“I’ll just bring it to your work place,” Soonyoung said. “No big deal.”

You stared at Soonyoung, dumbstruck again.

Soonyoung, not noticing the shock on your face, guided you to his apartment where he was staying with a few of his friends.

He unlatched his window and slid in quickly. He turned to you with a frown. “Should we have stopped by your place to get you clothes?”

“No, I have a change of clothes,” you said. “I’ll go to the bathroom.”

Soonyoung nodded and mumbled something about heroes and their fancy gadgets, before going to change himself.

When the two of you emerged from his room, his friends glanced at each other but said nothing.

“So, was the delivery successful?” Seungkwan asked.

“Of course, it was! Who do you think I am?” Soonyoung asked, tooting his own horn as he fell down onto the couch.

You awkwardly sat down next to him.

Seungkwan and Wonwoo glanced at you. Soonyoung smiled and hooked an arm around your shoulders. “I ran into Y/N while I was making the delivery and dragged them over.”

“Oh, well, we weren’t,” Seungkwan waved his hands.

“No judgement.”

Seungkwan nodded.

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow, warning them with his eyes not to say anything weird. “Where are the others?”

“They went to get some ingredients,” Wonwoo said. “They should be back soon.”

Soonyoung smiled and turned to you. “Do you want to play video games?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, sure…”

Wonwoo stood and began to boot up the game. Seungkwan handed you and Soonyoung the controllers and an hour passed before any of the other boys came back. When they did, and they saw you, they couldn’t help having their jaws drop to the floor.

The rest of the night proceeded in a similar fashion, with a few unexpected surprised like a well-known villain in the area also spending New Year’s Eve with them.

By the end of the night, everyone had a better understanding of each other and it was difficult to believe that the next day, everyone would go back to being enemies.

Chan leaned over, putting an arm over your shoulder as you took another drink from your beer. “You know! Soonyoung, he…he’s really a great person?”

You raised an eyebrow at the boy and you nodded. “He is.”

You liked him the most out of all the boys in this vigilante group. He was always the happiest and most polite when faced with someone like you.

“He’s great!” Chan continued, glaring at you.

“…Yeah?”

“That’s why you should treat him well!” Chan continued.

“Right?!” another one of the boys chimed in. “Soonyoung covers for you so much! I’ve never heard someone speak so many nice words for someone.”

You raised an eyebrow. This conversation topic was developing in an interesting way.

“If you don’t like him just reject him already,” Seokmin said, looking a little teary at the thought of his friend getting hurt.

“Whoa—wait, what? Reject him?”

The boys nodded in unison.

“Reject…him?” you asked again, frowning in complete confusion.

“He likes you!” Chan said, staring at you as if you were stupid. “Of course, he likes you! Did you not notice?”

Truthfully, you didn’t. But in your defense, Soonyoung was always very subtle about it. It wasn’t until it was pointed out that you realized.

Slowly, you stood and walked away from the boys that were getting more and more intoxicated. You looked around for Soonyoung and when you couldn’t find him, you decided to go to the bathroom to wash your face and wake yourself up a little.

There, you found Soonyoung. He was leaning against the bathtub and sitting next to the toilet.

You scrunched your noise and flushed the toilet before helping Soonyoung up. You held him up after urging him to wash his face and once he had done that, you walked him back to his room and helped him lie down.

“Hey…Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“You know, I’ve always admired you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?

Soonyoung nodded. “You achieve everything you want to and you still follow the law, somehow. I find that very admirable.”

You laughed. “I don’t think it’s that difficult.”

“I think it’s very difficult. How do you hold yourself back?” Soonyoung asked, turning to look at you.

You gulped a little. A serious Soonyoung was a rare sight to see. You couldn’t help but look a little longer before you answered. “Just…I guess I don’t have many radical ideas. I actually admire you a lot too.”

Soonyoung’s eyes lit up innocently. “Really? You do?”

You nodded. “Vigilantes aren’t bound by the law and they just do whatever they want and they’re bold enough to do whatever they want. They use that as a tool for good and not for evil and they walk a thin line, but their heart is clear. If you ask me, it’s a very admirable thing.”

“Would you ever be a vigilante?” Soonyoung asked.

“No…unless I have to. I’m too weak for that kind of life,” you replied sheepishly. Right now, you lived off a government wage and lived a cushy life. You had always been privileged, unlike Soonyoung and his friends.

Soonyoung slowly nodded. He didn’t speak for a moment and only stared at you concentratedly.

You raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Nothing just,” Soonyoung paused for a moment and then grinned. “You’re very pretty, that’s all.”

Your face reddened intensely and you scoffed. “You’re drunk.”

“Not drunk.”

“You’re so drunk,” you shook your head, a fond smile on your face.

“You’re drunk!”

You leaned down, pressing a gentle and light kiss to Soonyoung’s forehead. When you stood straight again Soonyoung’s eyes were wide and his jaw had already dropped to the floor. “Maybe I am.”

You turned and started to leave when Soonyoung quickly reached out to grab your hand. “Y/N, wait, I—”

“Tell me later when you come deliver the cake,” you said, smoothing down Soonyoung’s hair. “I’ll see you later, alright?”

Soonyoung nodded dumbly and watched as you left. He stared at the door for awhile before rolling around happily. This was going to be a great year!!

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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 5 years

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Villainous Heroics - Chapter 16

Okay, so I lied. This is now going to be twenty chapters, but I didn't want to rush the ending since you guys deserve so much more! I hope you enjoy because now we're really reaching the climax of the story!

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Summary: Eraserhead is an underground hero who is constantly busy and doesn’t have time to be dealing with new villains - even if they aren’t all that villainous and make the night interesting.

Present Mic is the latest up-and-coming villain in the world and he has a point to prove to everyone out there - as long as he doesn’t keep getting distracted by Eraserhead.

Aizawa Shota is someone who soon learns that there is more to someone than the mask they show to the world - especially when it comes to playing heroes and villains.

Yamada Hizashi learns that there is more to heroics and villainy than he could have ever thought - especially in a world where some heroes still care about those lost in the shadows.

(Inspired and dedicated to corndog-patrol’s Villain!Mic AU on Tumblr.)

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Chapter Sixteen

“And that, listeners, concludes the story of how pro hero Midnight and I managed to level an entire warehouse building together! I feel sort of bad she got stuck with all the paperwork, but we did swap phone numbers! I’ll be sure to tell you all about the drama she has to share with me, listeners, but unfortunately that’ll have to wait until next week’s show!”

Hizashi smiled to himself as he clicked around on his laptop, starting up the end of the night playlist that he had uploaded to his hosting site the night before. It had taken a lot of learning from his mistakes, but Hizashi liked to think that he had his solo radio career down to an artform. The trick was to broadcast from an empty building and then leave before his signal could be tracked down. So far, he had only almost been caught!

“Remember that next week is all about pro heroes! Email us at our website with all your wild stories about your hero interactions. Did you meet your childhood hero? Did they live up to all the hype? Did they not live up to it? Send in your stories and remember to keep those hands up as we end another night and start another beautiful morning! My name is Present Mic and here’s to all the heroes and herolets keeping us safe out there! Good night and good morning, Japan!”

Cutting out his microphone volume while slowly increasing the volume of the playlist, Hizashi smiled to himself as the comment wall filled with positive and excited feedback as always. If his villain career didn’t work out there was at least the chance he could actually get his own radio station. Then again, he doubted anyone sane would trust a radio station to someone with a voice quirk like his.

Running through his routine of disconnecting his equipment and tucking it away in a messenger bag, it was only ten minutes before Hizashi was walking down the street with his hair down and in a half-bun, his undercover pair of ‘normal’ sunglasses on, and a brown leather jacket. All of it together made him look like just another civilian among millions.

Feeling his phone buzz, Hizashi dug it out and glanced down, half expecting a co-worker asking him to take on another shift. Instead it was Midnight with a simple message of, ‘Great work on your show tonight!!’

‘Thanks!!!’ Even if it was a lie to try and gain his trust so she could ‘turn him good,’ Hizashi still appreciated the kind words. ‘Shouldn’t you be asleep???’

‘Um this coming from the guy who just hosted a late night radio show??’ ‘Lol no I had a late patrol and teamed up with Eraser.’ ‘He was listening too.’ ‘Don’t tell him but I saw him smile a lot tonight.’

‘Of course! My radio show is the absolute best after all!!’ Even as he blustered through the text with a Present Mic attitude, Hizashi couldn’t stop the flush from spreading across his cheeks as he thought about Aizawa listening and enjoying his show. Aizawa…

It had been a little over a week since The Moment and they had yet to see each other since then. Hizashi knew a part of it came from the uptick in villain attacks over the past week, but that still didn’t make the separation any harder. Hizashi hadn’t even seen him in the coffee shop in the mornings! He supposed a part of that was due to the fact Aizawa lived on the school campus, now, but Hizashi had still seen him from time to time after he had moved.

Maybe… Had he regretted that moment? It was possible, wasn’t it, that Aizawa… No. Hizashi knew how bad the world was and how easy it was for the worst to happen, but Aizawa had kissed him first. He had kissed back, and he had been as unwilling to let go as Hizashi had been. Hizashi knew he had problems when it came to hoping and believing in the best, but he wouldn’t let himself doubt Aizawa. Not after how far they had come. Not after seeing how sweetly that man could smile.

Right. He needed to get his mind off of all of this. Pausing at a crosswalk, Hizashi glanced around the busy distract. He had wandered towards the edges of his area where the dark parts started blending back into the more middle-class district, the streets filled with indulgent mothers, busy businessman, and laughing students on their way to school. The air was alive and filled with energy and it did more to perk Hizashi up than any cup of coffee could.

It was too easy to let himself get caught up in the flow of the city, only stopping when he saw an open stall of the most recent magazines. Considering his next radio show would be about heroes and hero gossip, it wouldn’t hurt to start doing a bit of research ahead of time.

“You look like a man interested in heroes!” Ah, the stall owner didn’t waste any time, did he? “I got all the latest issues of the biggest hero magazines - I even have one dedicated to the new rising heroes of the day!”

“Rising heroes?” Hizashi ducked closer and picked up one of the magazines, flipping through it to see that it was one of the larger publishing companies in Japan. They had a high reputation and were very rarely wrong in any of the news they reported. “They seem to multiply every year, huh?” And not always for the right reasons.

“Recent as of just a few days ago,” the owner chirped. “There’s actually a few familiar names cropping up already if you’ve been watching the news. You know that Present Mic one, right?”

“What?” Hizashi’s head snapped up, the man waving at the magazine and already moving on to a gaggle of girls that had lingered for a second too long at the other end of the stall. “Oi, what do you mean Present Mic!”

Not getting an answer, Hizashi turned back to the magazine, near ripping it open as he scanned the pages. Half of it was ad space as usual, but there, in the main article, was a picture of him at one of the raids he had helped Midnight on. He was in full costume with a wide smile, the accompanying article talking about the new rising hero that was Present Mic.

Considering he himself was dressed down with his hair half pulled up in a bun and his glasses that were near normal besides a light tint, he didn’t feel anything like how he looked in the picture. “This is ridiculous! Don’t they get that I’m a villain?”

The article went in depth about the assist he had been giving to other pro heroes and the way he had helped on the Trigger case that had swept the nation. It made him sound amazing, but the truth was that he had just been lending a hand. He hadn’t really gone in wanting to be seen as a hero, but… It wasn’t like villain was an accurate word anymore.

“Yeah, Present Mic is the coolest new hero!” Startling at the words, Hizashi scrunched up the magazine as he jolted, near hiding behind it as he glanced behind him to see two school age girls talking about him.

“Are you kidding? All Might is still the coolest hero ever.” Well, yes, but All Might was All Might. Even if Hizashi didn’t agree with the system, he knew that All Might had changed the way the world saw heroes. He had done a lot of good for the country.

“Nuh-uh! Mic is way cooler!” Hizashi felt his heart speed up as he realized that there was someone out there who thought he was a hero - and one that they admired, at that.

“You just like him because he has a voice quirk like you do,” the girl’s friend laughed, the girl who had first spoken huffing and crossing her arms with a dramatic pout.

“Maybe I do! He may be new, but he’s already my hero-! Ah! We’re going to be late!” The two girls were gone as quick as they had appeared, disappearing into the crowds of people as Hizashi stared after them with a crumpled magazine, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he was somebody’s hero.

People were starting to see him as a hero. It was something he had dreamed of when he was younger and still believed a hero would save him, but he had given up that dream when he realized nobody was coming to save him. Then again… A hero had come to save him.

It was a dream that he had abandoned so long ago, but Eraserhead had told him differently. Aizawa Shouta had told him that he could be a hero - he had told him that as a hurt civilian and as a renegade villain. Everyone said he was a hero, but could Hizashi really call himself something that he wasn’t?

There was a reason he called himself a villain and not a vigilante. The system was broken. Hizashi knew how broken this entire system of pro heroes was. The system had shattered long ago, but…

It wasn’t wrong of him to still want to help people, was it? If people called him a hero and called him their hero… It wasn’t wrong to want to try to be worthy of that.

Right?

“Well, Present Mic, I suppose this explains why you were never interested in my offer. Leave it to my luck to try and push my product off on a hero.” The words were cultured and smooth and came from a voice and face that could be easily forgettable. It was that easy forgettability that made Hizashi realize just how badly he had fucked up.

“Aw, come on, can’t we let bygones be bygones here?” Hizashi spread his hands wide and gave his most winning smile, heart pounding and tripping into overtime as he tried to figure out just how he had gotten into this mess. “I was just passing through!”

“And in passing through I see you managed to break the nose of one of my men.” The Trigger dealer that he had dealt with months ago was adjusting his cufflinks and looking a mixture of bored and disappointed. It was that total disinterest that had Hizashi’s blood boiling considering he had stumbled upon him and a group of men attempting to kidnap children straight out of an orphanage.

He had been too distracted. Hizashi’s thoughts hadn’t left that conversation he overheard about a girl calling him her hero and he had strayed too far from his usual route. Now he was in the part of his area that bordered on the more proper areas - which was why this was so horrifying. It was broad daylight and Hizashi had appeared when men were roughing up the caretakers and gathering children up like they were nothing more than some scared puppies.

He had charged forward just as the shield had gone up and he wasn’t sure if it was good luck or bad luck that he was stuck, but he at least had his back to all of the children and was between them and the threat that was after them.

Hizashi hadn’t expected these people to know him and think he was a hero, though. He hadn’t expected there to be a powerful quirk user who could form shields around a large area that, so far, seemed unbreakable. He hadn’t expected to be trapped and up against a group of powerful looking men who numbered over a dozen with just as many children behind him.

Fuck, he should have just stood aside and called up the police stations and waited until a real hero had shown up, but… The children had been crying.

“I have to say, Present Mic, your disguise fooled us all, didn’t it? You make such a convincing nuisance that no one thought to look any deeper. Seeing as it’s just us now, however, why don’t you show who you really are?”

None of the villains were charging forward, yet, but why would they? Hizashi was soundly trapped along with the children. He didn’t dare use his quirk when it was possible the sound waves would bounce off the shield and hurt the children behind him, and a glance outside showed that none of the heroes were having much luck in getting in.

There were at least two or three heroes outside the transparent jade green shield made of what looked like pure glass, Hizashi recognizing them as high-profile, powerful heroes. It didn’t mean good things if they weren’t able to get in. He had no doubt that the fact it looked like glass didn’t mean it broke like glass.

Not even a dozen feet behind them, though, was what was a veritable media circus. There were too many cameras for Hizashi to count with a glance and, with how quiet the street was at the realization that there was nothing the heroes could do, their voices were loud enough to carry over the whole area.

“Yo, man, no need to sound so crazy. C’mon, ya gotta know by now that not all villains are for the whole kidnapping children thing! I mean, really, they’re cute kids, you gotta admit! Besides, what’s the plan here, even? The second you drop that shield the heroes are going to swarm ya!”

“Oh, I think there’s enough shields behind you for us to go free.” What a sick, twisted bastard. “From what I’ve been assured, a bullet travels faster than things such as Midnight’s quirk.” Behind him, Hizashi heard one of the girls burst into tears, a quick glance back showing a precious little girl with ram horns and pigtails being held tightly by a boy beside her. They were hardly old enough to even have quirks.

“Damn, you’re darker than I am!” Hizashi laughed, wild and loud and so fake. “C’mon, man, you’re just a low-time dealer, ain’t ya? Let this go now and you’ll probably get a pretty low sentence.”

“I thought I asked you to show me who you really are.” Yes, well, that wasn’t going to be happening anytime soon, now was it- “Yamada Hizashi.” For a second, Hizashi was impressed that the man knew his name.

Then he realized there were cameras on them and broadcasting to so many news networks that Present Mic’s true name was Yamada Hizashi. Even if he were to turn around and leave right now, everyone would know. His name was a common one, but yellow hair, glasses, a mustache, and so many other little clues? It wouldn’t take a genius to put it all together and everyone who knew him would know.

It was the realization that Aizawa would know who he was that really made it sink in. The public may have thought he was a hero, but the other heroes and the police… They would know the truth. They would know the truth that he had managed to hide in plain sight and now there was no going back. His saving grace before had been the fact that the police station had never cared about a nobody that never used his quirk in fights. As it was now, though, there were people who knew how dangerous he and his quirk were.

“You do your research, I see.” Hizashi dropped his hands that had been held up in a pacifying gesture, staring at the plain, nicely dressed man in front of him. He could have been one out of millions. That was what made him dangerous. “You don’t seem the type to take part in trafficking. What is the League paying you for this job?” Hizashi could see the surprise and the shock, but one of the men behind him was near roaring before anything else could be said. It was the one with the now broken nose.

“Why don’t we just kill him already?! He’s in the way and we’re on a time limit!” So, there was a time limit to the amount of time this shield could be up, was there? That was good. Hizashi could delay them until it fell and then the other heroes could take care of this mess. If it was one thing Hizashi could do, it was draw out the time.

“Patience, Kirin. We have time enough. This is the man that has so many of ours locked behind bars, after all. That radio show of yours was quite useful, wasn’t it?”

“I was never a big fan of drugs, myself, and yours are just nasty.” Judging by the lack of a black tongue, this man knew that, too.

“Perhaps, but they’re oh so useful.” The tone told him all he needed to know, and a single look showed just how many Trigger uses were a part of the group. “You really think a single hero can stop us? Perhaps it’s good that you’re here. We can use you to show these children that death is not outside the realm of-”

“I’m not a hero.” Hizashi didn’t let his words be soft and lost to the wind. He glanced back at these terrified children, all so young and new to their quirks, and then he looked to the cameras that were trained on him. The world was still so silent. “I’m not some hero or vigilante or silent do-gooder here to help people.”

“Your record seems to say otherwise, Present Mic. You’ve been quite busy, haven’t you? Patrolling your streets, stopping muggers and thieves, teaming up with pro heroes, and my, oh my, does the list just go on and on.”

“I’m not a hero, but I’m not a villain, either.” Just admitting that he was no longer a villain… He had known - of course he had known - but saying it seemed to release a weight off of him that he hadn’t even known was there. “But I am someone trying to make a point.”

“A point that you’ll be making with your death, I hope.” The Trigger dealer looked behind him, nodding at the dozen men behind him. The one near the back, far away from danger, was no doubt the one causing the shield to be active. “I’d say it was a pleasure, Present Mic, but it really wasn’t.”

“Don’t fight them.” The voice was almost whisper soft and Hizashi startled at realizing it came from the little girl with the ram horns. “If you fight them, they’ll kill you. I don’t want to see anyone else die in front of me. Just let them take us, Mr. Hero.”

“Yeah, we’ll be okay! We’re tough!” Just like that, the children were all agreeing and chiming in that they would be fine and that Hizashi should just step aside so he didn’t get hurt. It made him want to cry. These children who had been through so much were telling him to step aside because they didn’t want him to get hurt. It made him want to break.

“You’d do well to listen to them, ‘Mr. Hero.’” Head jerking back up, Hizashi swallowed as he saw the group advancing. These were villains. People who craved and celebrated bloodshed and who had no qualms using their quirks against someone else.

“Yeah, I probably should.” Hizashi tightened his stance, taking a few deep breaths. He couldn’t scream, but he could use short range attacks and follow it up with hand-to-hand. He just had to hold them off until the shield broke, after all.

Hizashi took one last glance to the cameras that were trained on them, the entire world seeming breathless for a moment. Well, Hizashi mused, at least he had finally gotten what he had wanted since this all began.

The eyes of the world were watching.

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marvelsmagic · 6 years

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Rainy Days - Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N has always loved the rain. But this time, she finds something in the rain she never expected.

Words: 1.6 k

Song: New Recording 135 - LEO

AN: Oh my gosh, → for full effect, listen to rain sounds and the song above(you can do it with two separate tabs) while reading this fic -- also i could make this a series if you guys are down but if not I’m working on secrets part 3 right now also!! I hope you like it.

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Part 2

You had always loved the rain, for as long as you could remember.

Ever since you were a kid, you had loved the rush of excitement you got whenever the storm clouds rumbled in the distance. You loved the feeling of warm summer raindrops falling from the heavens and pattering on your skin. You adored the sound it made as each raindrop softly fell to the earth.

It was soothing to you. It made you feel as if the world was beginning anew.

When you were little, your father would take you out into the rain to your driveway. He would let you step up onto his toes and he would waltz you across the driveway, rain soaking you both to the bone. There was always laughter bubbling in your throats as he spun you around gracefully. While this may seem like a crazy tradition to some, it was something you loved, something you would cherish until the day you died.

You were unapologetically in love with rainy days.

As the years went on and you grew up, it seemed you had less time to dedicate to the rain, to anything that had once given you joy. You barely even noticed when it rained as you mindlessly went about your life, turning in papers and studying for exams. Your life was in your studies now, you did not have time for rain dances or other silly trivial things.

Your little house in the suburbs did not love the rain.

That’s the thought that your mind was consumed with as you dragged another bucket out to catch water leaking from the ceiling. It had been raining for days, and you weren’t sure how much more your leaky, quaint house could take.

As you finished placing the bucket under the leak, you sighed. Looking at the clock, you noticed it was 2:30 am. Another late night in the life of Y/N Y/L/N. You rubbed your eyes, attempting to wake yourself up so you could keep studying.

You walked over to your desk, ready to hunker down for another late night study session. As you sat down, in the silence of the late night, you were finally able to acknowledge and appreciate the sound of the rain. Your eyes closed in contentedness, reliving a thousand memories of your childhood.

You looked out the window, admiring the beautiful view before you. The leaves were swirling around as the raindrops gracefully descended toward the earth. The street was empty, barely lit by the street lamps surrounding your neighborhood.

A small smile grazed your lips. You had forgotten your love for the rain.

Before you knew it, your feet were carrying you. You silently slipped into your closet, trying not to wake your roommate, bringing out your favorite yellow rain boots. You threw them on and continued towards your destination.

You headed towards the street, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you got closer and closer to the rain. You stepped out onto your porch, breathing in deeply and smelling the crisp air.

How you had missed this.

You walked out slowly into the rain, letting it fall onto your skin, through your hair, letting it fall onto your eyelashes and run down your smiling cheeks.

You breathed out deeply. It had been a long time since you had been this content.

Slowly, you began to spin, swaying to the imaginary tune in your head. You must have looked crazy to any people passing by, but you didn’t care. It was late and most people were sleeping anyways. You continued spinning around in your pajama shorts with your unkempt hair and bright yellow rain boots. You didn’t notice that your makeup was running down your face. You didn’t notice that your pajamas were soaked through. You definitely did not notice that you were being approached by a young superhero.

This was happiness. This was bliss. This was what you had been needing for so long.

You had forgotten how much you missed the rain.

A chuckle behind you caught you completely off guard. You immediately spun to see who had caught you red-handed. Immediately, the sound of your heartbeat was pounding in your ears.

And that is when you came face to face with the masked hero Spider-man.

You couldn’t see his face beneath his mask but you could somehow tell he was smiling. You immediately cursed yourself for embarrassing yourself in front of your favorite Avenger.

You found yourself starstruck, absolutely speechless. Your roommates were never going to believe you. This has to be a dream..

“Sorry to startle you,” Spider-man said hesitantly. “I was just swinging through the neighborhood and I saw you. I was just wondering what exactly you were doing.”

There was clear humor in his voice. The blood in your body all seemed to accumulate in your face. It was heating up beyond the levels of what is comfortable.

“Haven’t you ever seen someone dance in the rain?” you asked incredulously with a nervous laugh. Spider-man’s eyes widened, clearly amused by your antics.

“Ah yes, I have,” he replied. After waiting a moment, he added, “But I always thought dancing required a partner.” You laughed lightly. Spider-man did have a point. You must look crazy.

“Well, partners were in short supply at this time of night, so I had to wing it,” you replied with a quiet laugh, still not fully believing this situation was happening.

Spider-man took a good look at you. Your smeared makeup, your hair curling up in the humidity of the rain, your luminous skin shining under the light sheen of water. Absolutely stunning.

You were a beautiful mess, much like the chaos of the rain.

He couldn’t help himself, he held out his hand tentatively.

“Well, in that case, may I have this dance?” Peter’s heart was racing in his chest. He was never usually this out-going especially in the girl department, but the Spider-man suit was giving him a newfound confidence.

You stared at his hand for a moment before taking it. You would regret it for the rest of your life if you denied Spider-man a dance. This was honestly the strangest situation you had ever found yourself in, but you were running with it.

He instantly let out a breath, clearly relieved you had not turned him down. He gently spun his arm over your head, twirling you around softly. You laughed. Peter couldn’t help thinking that it was a beautiful sound. He brought his hand to lie on your waist, as yours came up to his shoulder.

To any passerby, this would look like such a strange sight. Spider-man and a young girl in pajamas and rain boots, slowly swaying in the middle of the street in the pouring rain.

“Do you do this with all of the people you meet?” you ask him with a smirk. Peter was glad he had on a mask, otherwise you would have seen the scarlet red blush that took over his face.

“No, only the ones who I find dancing out in the rain in the middle of the night,” Peter responded with a chuckle. You felt your lips involuntarily turn up into a smile. His hands tightened on your waist, bringing you closer to him. You could feel the warmth of his body through the suit.

“Ah, so nearly everyone,” you joked. You looked up into his mask, awaiting his response.

He chuckled, so clearly amused by you. You were like a breath of fresh air for the young superhero. Your heart nearly beat out of your chest as he raised a gloved hand to your face. He gently pushed a rogue piece of hair out of your face and behind your ear.

You felt yourself so incredibly drawn to the man behind the mask. You knew it was stupid. He was an Avenger and you were just you, a normal girl from the suburbs. But for this one moment in time, he was here, dancing with you.

You both stood there, swaying in the rain, letting the sounds of the raindrops hitting the earth soothe you. After a few moments of silence, Spider-man pulled away tentatively, taking your hands in his.

“I have to go,” he said. “I have a feeling that there are people who need saving.”

You could not hide the look of disappointment that crossed your face. It did not go unnoticed by the boy in front of you.

“Listen,” he said quickly. “I want to see you again --”

He paused quickly, not knowing what to call you.

“Y/N,” you provided quickly.

“Y/N,” he said slowly, trying out the name on his tongue. He thought it suited you. “I would love to see you again.. I mean if its okay.. Well i mean if you want to.”

The boy was babbling, trying to find words. You smiled, thinking of a solution. “The weather channel is calling for rain for the rest of the week... It’d be such a shame if I went without a partner, don’t you think?”

Peter smiled beneath the mask, understanding what you were getting at. His gloved thumb was slowly rubbing over the back of your hand. “Quite a shame. Your friendly neighborhood Spider-man could never let an injustice like that happen.”

“Well,” you whispered, just loudly enough for Peter to hear, “I guess I will see you with the rain, Spider-man.”

Peter looked into your eyes one last time before saying quietly, “I will definitely see you with the rain, Y/N.”

And with that, he sent a web up to the top of a house, swinging away into the night. You watched him go, until you could not see him anymore in the distance. You sighed to yourself.

You lifted your face to the heavens and spread your arms out wide, allowing the rain to caress you.

God, you loved the rain.

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when i say go, hold my hand

Read on AO3 Written for the @bkdksecretsanta exchange (I'm so sorry for the delay, I didn't realize it would end up being this big or long...), for @calcidekudine! based off of her vigilante!deku fic, the hare. I hope you like it!!!

Fandom: BNHA Ship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Rating: T Wordcount: 9556 Summary:

“I’m sorry, what?” “You poor thing,” Earphone Jack says, smacking him hard on the back, “Do you feel obligated to defend his honor? Don’t worry, we all went to school with the bastard. That kind of already ruined the illusion. Now spill. I want to know everything.” “We’re uh, we’re pretty normal? Haha, no stories to tell. Nothing. Just. Just signi–uh. Boyfriends. Haha. Normal. Normal boyfriends. Yup.” Both women turn to look at him at the same time. The effect is startlingly close to facing down a pack of hungry lions while armed with a broken toothpick. Kacchan’s gonna kill me. How the hell was he supposed to know that the details of their fake boyfriends cover story had to be planned down to their imaginary sex habits?

“Hold still,” Kacchan mutters, tugging harder.

“Stop yanking,” Deku replies, “You’re gonna knock the recorder loose!”

“That’s why we should’ve gone with the button one, not this stupid glasses shit, makes you look even stupider than you already do.”

“I told you, the button mike’s audio isn’t clean enough, we run a risk of not even being able to use any of it, and since Mr. Wanna-be Number One Hero over here is ‘too busy’ to clean audio, which is utter bull shit by the way, that means it’ll be my problem and since I’m the one using it and handling the clean-up it only makes sense that I get to choose what recording gadget we use, so w–”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Deku. Shut up. I’ve heard this argument five times already. Besides, maybe this wouldn’t be such a problem if you would just,” He gives one final yank, tucks the tie in, and straightens the lapels of the suit jacket, “learn how to tie a tie , hmm?”

Deku’s face burns bright red and he huffs, hands reaching up to fidget with his collar before Kacchan slaps his hands away, hissing like an affronted cat.

Don’t you dare, his eyes read, and Deku rolls his eyes in return, settling for adjusting his glasses–his fake glasses, with a small recording device installed in the corner of the frame–higher up on his nose.

“Okay, let’s go over the plan one more time. First,” he’s interrupted by Kacchan’s exasperated groan.

“ God, not this again. Deku, we’ve been over it a million times, and neither of us are fucking amateurs.”

“ First, we locate the CEO of MightyTV.You're in charge of introducing me, and I, posing as your..." his voice gets lower. "Your. Y- Significant? Significant. O-oth--”

“Significant? Significant significant?” Kacchan mocks. “Boyfriend. Just say boyfriend. Are you sure I’m the one that needs to be debriefed again? How the hell are we supposed to pull this off if you can’t even handle saying that much, huh Deku?”

“– boyfriend, shut up Kacchan I’m trying to review the plan here–”

“Oh, so you admit that you’re the one that needs to review it, and not me? Better start cramming, since we agreed that you can’t bring the plans with you.”

“ And I, posing as your boyfriend,” Deku continues, “will begin talking to his assistant, who usually accompanies him, luring them in with the possibility of a story about Ground Zero’s civilian boyfriend, while you fetch us all drinks. Got it so far?”

Kacchan narrows his eyes, suspicious.

“No. The plan was to separate the two until you can subdue the assistant and give her the truth serum, not to leave you and your awkward ass alone with both of them.”

“What? Kacchan, no, we ended up making that plan B, this is why we need to go over it again! I thought you said you were a professional! See, look–” his hand reaches inside his jacket. Too late, his eyes widen in realization, and Kacchan tackles him to the ground before he can react, yanking at his tie and fighting to pull his suit jacket off along with it.

“I knew it! You did bring the plans with you! We– fuck , that HURT you little bitch–We talked about this Deku, it’s too much of a security risk to keep them on hand like that! Give them here!”

“No! Ge– oof, fuck. You. Kacchan. Get off of me!”

The doorbell rings.

“Not a chance in hell, give them to me right now , Deku, so help me God, before I rip all your clothes off for you!”

Deku shoves hard at his shoulder and rolls, landing on top, wrestling still with Kacchan’s hands.

“No! This suit was expensive , you’re gonna tear it! You should know, you bought it! And no quirk use in the house!”

Kacchan, that cheater, grins triumphantly, pressing his forearm into Deku’s sternum, demon smile inches from Deku’s glaring face.

The doorbell rings a second time.

“Ha! Only because your fashion sense is just as bad as the rest of you! And if you don’t want me to rip it off of you, then just be a good boy–”

The doorknob jiggles, then turns.

“–And strip for me, eh Deku?”

“ Fuck you.” Deku snaps, baring his teeth in return.

“You wish!”

When the door opens, both of them freeze, and look towards the entryway. Pro-hero Pinky, also known as Ashido Mina, stands there, eyebrows raised, hands on her hips and fingers tapping.

“Busy?”

A thick silence settles over them. The heat from Deku’s blush is enough to fog up his fake glasses slightly, and with a grunt he pushes Kacchan off of him before scrambling to fix his glasses and straighten his shirt. Kacchan simply lies back, glaring at their intruder with a sneer.

“No! We were just… just uh–”

“Yes.” Kacchan cuts in. “Yes we are. Busy. As you can see. Now get out and wait. You’re interrupting, and we’re not ready yet.”

Her eyebrows lift higher.

“And how much longer, exactly, will we be waiting for you two to get ready ?”

“However long it takes, Black-eyes. Which isn’t long at all, for your information.” He smirks.

“Kacchan!” He can’t help but feel scandalized, but he can’t deny the implications because, damn him, that would blow their cover. “Kacchan, that’s rude! It’s fine, ah… Ashido-san, you can wait in the living room instead of outside. Because some of us aren’t heathens.” He emphasizes the last bit with a glare in Kacchan’s direction, while he sneers back at him.

Pinky looks between the both of them for a moment before breaking out into full-bodied laughter.

“Aw, look at you. Don’t worry about it, all of us here are used to that fart gremlin,” both of them ignore Kacchan as he gives out a sound of offended protest, “so it’s fine. I’ll just tell the driver to keep the heater on. Don’t take too long with your Kacchan , though, we wouldn’t want to be late!” She winks before closing the door with a cheeky wave.

Kacchan groans and kicks at Deku, who dodges it with a frown.

“Fuck. Now they’re never gonna let that go... I told you not to call me that...”

Deku picks up the tie, which had been torn off during their scuffle, looking forlorn as he inspects the damage.

“It just. Feels weird. Calling you anything else.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now hand those plans over, Deku. Did you think a simple distraction like that would make me forget that stunt you just pulled?”

After they finally make their way out of the apartment building, shoving at each other the entire way down, Deku is minus a set of notebooks, wearing a different tie (“Now we don’t match anymore…” “Who cares, Deku. Red suits you better anyway.” “But it makes us even less believable than we already are!”)…and they’re both twenty-five minutes late.

How late is fashionably late, again? Deku wonders.

When they clamber into the limo, he’s greeted by faces at once strange and familiar. Chargebolt, Red Riot, Pinky, and Cellophane are all faces that he recognizes, and he’d be lying if seeing so many of them in real life while unmasked didn’t psych him out a little. As he follows Kacchan in, Chargebolt lets out a low whistle, elbowing Red Riot and Cellophane. There’s a noticeable flush to his cheeks.

“Drunk already?” Kacchan doesn’t seem surprised.

“Nah, he’s just a bit tipsy. Gotta get past the press at the front door first. Can’t let you hog all the fun,” Cellophane quips, wiggling his eyebrows as Kacchan shoots a glare in Pinky’s direction.

“Aren’t you gonna introduce us?”

“No.”

Deku, by now, having grown, acquired a quirk, and dedicated years of his life to training and self-improvement, is no longer the shy, awkward kid he had been in childhood and his early teens. It feels almost too natural, sitting here, brushing shoulders with Kacchan, ears tickled by his spiky hair whenever they lean close as the car makes a turn. As he looks around at familiar strangers, he is struck with the thought that this was it. The thing he had longed for as a child. Sitting in the back of a limo with its own mini-bar, surrounded by pro-heroes. While his goal had never been the wealthy lifestyle, but he had always admired Kacchan’s drive for success. And here it is. Here they are.

“Hey, buddy!” Red Riot throws a friendly, albeit heavy arm around his shoulders, leaning in close, eyes squinted in happiness. He’s close enough for Deku to see the faint crinkles at the corner of his eyes. His entire being is bursting with vitality, an effusive warmth. This is a hero, he thinks to himself. “So how’d you and Bakugou meet?”

“Oh! We’ve actually known each other for quite awhile,” he says, continuing with the script they had decided on (the truth, in case someone ever tried to do a background check), “Something like childhood friends? We recently got back in touch and things…just kinda happened, haha.” Not strictly a lie, but by implication not truthful, either.

Doubt seeps in. When he glances over at Kacchan, his face looks impassive, if not mildly annoyed. Your everyday Kacchan.

Does he resent it? The plan? The goal? The endgame result that would tear all of this down, pull the career he’s worked to build down into the dirt?

“Hey, Midoriya, was it? I just wanted to say,” Red Riot’s conspiratory whisper isn’t very conspiratory. Kacchan’s eyes slide over to the right, clearly listening in, “Thanks for putting up with this guy. He won’t let us do anything about it if he can help it, but we worry sometimes, y’know? It’s nice to see him with someone else, so…take care of him, all right?”

Deku feels Kacchan’s shoulders tense as he looks away, feigning indifference.

If this plan goes through, if the entire thing goes through, this plan and the next, and the next, and the series of things they have planned and will have to plan in the future, Red Riot may be out of a job. Kacchan might be out of a job. A lot of people might be out of a job. The reigning market tied to heroes, civil service, the government, news, entertainment, marketing–everything will be overthrown into chaos. A necessary evil, he reminds himself, but the thought is grim.

When he became Kousagi he had lost something, too. He grew up with a love for heroes, too. In a lot of ways that’s what fuels him forward, drives him to fix the problem, to restore heroism to what he had believed it to be. It will hurt, tearing it all down, exposing the ugliness that hid behind the shining smiles of the brave. It will leave a scar. How could something like that not hurt?

But was it worth it?

“Midoriya?”

“Huh? Wha–yeah, yeah of course. Yes. I’ll make sure to watch out for him.” And after a moment of consideration, “You’re a good friend…Kirishima-san, was it?”

“No need to be so formal!” He laughs, giving him a good shake. “Dude, you’re solid. We should work out together sometime. I wanna know how you got these ,” he pumps his fist lightly against Deku’s bicep for emphasis.

“Yeah, yeah!” Pinky cheers, giving him a wink. “I bet ‘splodey-boy over here likes them at least as much as I do.”

“All right, that’s enough, all of you shut up and leave him alone.”

“Aw, look, see he cares!”

“Nah, he’s just embarrassed. Or jealous.”

“Yeah, you gotta watch out for that one, Midoriya. I hear possessive boyfriends can be a pain in the ass…but I guess that isn’t much different from his usual self, eh?”

"Fuck you," he says, swivelling towards Pinky, "and the rest of you idiots too."

Deku laughs. It’s easy. He doesn’t even need to fake it.

When they arrive, it’s all taken straight from the silver screen. Flashing lights, red carpet. Glinting teeth, sparkles, photoshopped perfection but in real life. When it’s their turn to step out, Deku hesitates, fingers gripping the posh leather upholstery of the dimmed car interior, eyes wandering out over the muted crowd waiting outside, faded by the tint of the windows.

“Are you sure about this?” Kacchan asked. “You’ll be right in the center of attention. And you’re not the number one most wanted vigilante for nothing, Deku.”

Kousagi made his reputation by striking fast and hard, right where it hurt. He didn’t operate in the limelight, he operated in the shadows of heroes, casted by the limelight.

“No better place to hide than in plain sight, right Kacchan?”

But this had to happen at some point. He could go on saving people, taking out the villains that were connected in the spindly, invisible web of influence, making a burden of himself upon the shadow masters of society; but to get to the heart of it all he had to brave the light of a sun powered by lies.

That’s what they’d agreed upon. That’s what he’d said. But was he ready? Right now? To stick his head into the lion’s mouth, wrap himself up in the snake’s tongue?

Kacchan turns back to look at him, and holds out his hand. Deku’s own feels weak as he lifts it.

Color, light, sounds. Life rushes back into him, through him, over him, flooding him; saturating his veins with sensation. He can smell the leather, hear the clamor of voices, the clicking of camera shutters. The warmth of Kacchan’s rough hands. Life, all of it--funneled through that single point of contact. He finds Kacchan’s gaze again, electrified, and not in the least, terrified.

And yet.

He exhales, steeling himself. Holds tight.

He’s ready. He has to be.

Mission start.

And he steps out into the line of fire.

Two minutes later, and Deku is not ready.

“Oh my God! You’re soooooo cute!” Uraraka Ochako, aka Uravity, is a beast. He’s held off a three pronged attack from both villains and multiple hero agencies simultaneously for less than that before, and gotten away unscathed. And yet, he’s been trying to escape Uravity’s clutches for the past five minutes with no success.

“Tell Katsuki to watch out, ‘cause I’m gonna steal you from right under his nose! How in the hell did he get so lucky?” She gasps dramatically. “Was he mean to you? Don’t worry, I’ll save youuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

He grips onto her back in panic as she throws her arms around him, trying his best to ignore the way her wandering hands squeeze at him appreciatively.

“Oh? What do we have here?”

Oh no, he thinks to himself as yet another well-known hero from Kacchan's class saunters up to him, twirling the earphone jacks that are her namesake around one finger. Are they all like this?

“Is this the unlucky dude we’ve all been hearing about?”

Just how many people did Kacchan pitch our story to??

He’d expected to be accosted by reporters. He’d been ready to evade questions, smile apologetically at a camera, to deny invasions to his and Kacchan’s privacy with modesty. He’d made flashcards.

Earphone Jack pats Uravity on the back and throws an arm around his shoulders, leaning close, her plugs lifting to tickle his ear, her voice dipped in the kind of easy camaraderie that reminded him of what made the most slippery of villains dangerous. He gulps.

And here it comes…

“So are you an asshole, too? Is that how it works? I bet you top. Do you top?”

...Wait, what?

“Izuku.” Deku is startled by Uravity’s suddenly serious tone. “Do you hate me?”

“…No…?”

“So you don’t want me to lose fifty bucks?”

“…I uh… Don’t quite understand the context of this…conversation…?”

“That lucky bastard, ” Earphone Jack huffs, “So you’re not an asshole and you top? What a princess.”

“I haven’t even said anything yet!” What the hell is going on?

“Oh, you poor thing. It’s written all over your face.”

“And your booty,” Uravity pitches in, giggling. Deku flushes as her hands wander a bit further.

What does that even mean???

“Pay up, Uraraka. I told you.”

“That’s like, sooo unfair! Izukuuuuu I thought you said you liked me!”

Well technically, I just said I didn’t hate you…

But truth is, he did like her. Uravity did a lot of rescue work, and her agency was set close to a low-income neighborhood. She was friendly, genuine, and a hard worker. She came from a humble background and worked hard to make her way towards the top, proving her worth the entire way. Reminds me of someone else I know… He’d been pretty excited to meet her, really. He liked to think that if he’d gone to UA like Kacchan did, like he’d wanted to, they could’ve been friends.

“Ugh, does it matter anyway? Everyone knows Katsuki’s actually prude.”

Deku chokes.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You poor thing,” Earphone Jack says, smacking him hard on the back, “Do you feel obligated to defend his honor? Don’t worry, we all went to school with the bastard. That kind of already ruined the illusion. Now spill. I want to know everything. ”

“We’re uh, we’re pretty normal? Haha, no stories to tell. Nothing. Just. Just signi–uh. Boyfriends. Haha. Normal. Normal boyfriends. Yup.”

Both women turn to look at him at the same time. The effect is startlingly close to facing down a pack of hungry lions while armed with a broken toothpick.

Kacchan’s gonna kill me.

How the hell was he supposed to know that the details of their fake boyfriends cover story had to be planned down to their imaginary sex habits?

“Deku!”

“Gotta go, the boyfriend’s calling me! Have a nice night!”

“Deku, what’s going o–”

His heart’s a large-footed rabbit, thumping a frantic beat as it jumps in his chest.

What is going on? What the hell is he doing?

His hands are sweatier than Kacchan’s. Their faces are close, their chests brushing with each awkward sway.

“Getting away from your friends.”

Without thinking, he’d grabbed his hand and tugged them both onto the dance floor. He should be searching for their target, letting the camera and mike in his glasses capture their surroundings and the faces of the people around them, but he can’t look away from Kacchan’s chest, his jawline, the small hairs at his nape.

Damn him. Deku might have wound up beefier, but Kacchan had always been taller. He’s hyper-aware of the sweat on his scalp, of how his nose is a breath away from bumping Kacchan’s chin, of how Kacchan’s lips are just below eye-level. Of a haphazardly placed hand, resting barely-there on Kacchan’s narrow waist. Afraid to touch, to feel–a drop of water on a stovetop pan, dust on a pressure-sensitive bomb.

Damn him, he thinks again.

“They’re not my friends,” Kacchan retorts, a quick-fire rebuttal, and laughter squeezes its way up past his constricting ribs, his rebelling diaphragm, the unforgiving clamp of nervousness in his throat. Why was he laughing? That’s not that funny. It isn’t.

A quick two, three steps, and they’re beneath the glittering chandelier, turning slowly under layers of dappled, crystalline light.

“Sure they aren’t.”

“You know, one of these days I’m gonna get tired of your sass and drop your ass. What’re you gonna do then?”

“Oh, I don’t know…maybe ask for help from one of my other friends –oops, sorry, is that a sore point? Since you apparently don’t have any?”

“Dropping your ass. Right now. I’m gonna do it, I’m really gonna do it, any second now…”

“I’d like to see you try .”

All it takes is a light shove, and a misplaced foot. Kacchan topples, the hand on his shoulder tightening reflexively, and Deku swoops him down into an elegant dip. Footwork had been one of the foundations of his training (and Deku isn’t one to forget his training). He grunts a little, ( Shit, he’s heavy) and Kacchan elbows him hard, right in the gut–but Deku expected that, and flexes to compensate. He allows himself a small smirk.

“Bitch.”

“Who’s dropping whose ass?”

“ You’re an ass.”

“Why thank you, that’s truly an accomplishment, coming from you.”

When did they get so close?

He’s falling, falling, falling. Spiralling. When he places Kacchan back on his feet, their faces jerk closer, and he can’t help but tilt his face upwards a bit, chin lifting. His clothes are too tight, especially around the chest, did Kacchan buy the right fit? Everything is constricting, itchy, prickles racing up and down his arms, like when he’s readying for a fight; all of it a swirl of color around them even though he knows that they’ve barely moved, simply swaying from side to side. Is that sound his heart, or Kacchan’s? They’re so close.

Kacchan gulps, and Deku’s eyes flicker down to watch before flickering up again to observe. Kacchan tenses, just a little, and looks away. Something in him seizes, adrenaline rushing cold fire through his veins, no, no, don’t look away, stay here. He seizes the moment, tugs it back.

“How about we give them all a real show?”

“What?”

Deku glances to the side, where a small crowd has gathered, whispering and pointing. Pinky looks extra excited, gesticulating wildly, not even trying to be subtle in her attention towards the pair.

“Something to corroborate our story with.”

He’s already leaning in, in anticipation. If Kacchan just lowered his head, just a bit…

Kacchan glances down at him, brow smooth, eyes serious, an unusual calm and severity falling over him. Rocks in an ocean, the two of them, steadfast and rough amidst salty froth breaks; standing still in the middle of a ballroom dance floor. He shifts his hands to hold both of Deku’s shoulders. Anchors. They’re no longer moving.

“Okay.”

Okay.

His cheek is soft under his fingers. It surprises him, just a little, that anything about Bakugou Katsuki could be so soft. When they lean in close–is he imagining it? The way Kacchan’s eyelashes flutter just a bit, the way he meets his eyes and then looks away quickly, as though his attention were grabbed by something else. He wouldn’t have thought Bakugou Katsuki could be shy, either.

Deku parts his lips in anticipation. What will he taste like? Feel like? How did he always manage to stay one step ahead, stealing his breath before their lips can even touch?

Closer now.

Closer.

Closer…

He squeezes his eyes shut.

“I’m gonna spin you now.”

And snaps them open.

“What?”

Kacchan’s arms wrap around him in a faux embrace, lips by his ear. Swivel, stop. Pointing him in the right direction.

“The back corner, by the water dispenser. There he is. Our target. You see him?”

“Yeah,” Deku whispers, hushed, eyes bright and trained on the man in question, “Yeah, I see him.”

“Good. That’s where we’re headed.”

They pull back and look into each other’s eyes. Focused. Then they clasp hands and dance, slowly inching their way across the floor, weaving between people in time with the music, in one direction.

He allows himself a moment to mourn a missed opportunity, then focuses on the task at hand.

They have a job to do.

The CEO of MightyTV is portly, with sharp stubble like thick, purple rose thorns along the sides of his face and on his chin. His quirk is electronic multitasking–not flashy, but extremely useful. Deku is slightly jealous–with a quirk like that, who knows what he could have done.

“You would’ve still aimed for heroics, like an idiot, anyway.”

Shit. He really needs to cut down on the muttering habit–Kacchan’s right, it can pose a serious security risk at times.

“Yeah, you do. What the hell did you even do without me around to get you to shut up?”

I worked alone, mainly. Talking out loud helped a bit, though. Sometimes.

“Wait, I said that last part out loud too?”

“No, you didn’t, but you’re an idiot so it was easy to tell what you’re thinking.”

“You mean I’m logical. You just followed the logical train of thought to guess what I was thinking.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get your hopes up, that’s still barely a baseline expectation for someone I’m partnering up with.”

“But I pass the rest of your expectations?”

“Don’t remind me of how far my standards have dropped.”

Deku rolls his eyes at that, to cover up the smile.

He lets go of Kacchan’s hand, leaving one arm around his waist as they walk towards the water dispenser, the casual motion belying the tension he feels inside.

You don’t need to write a script on what to say to them. Let them come to you. That’s how the paps work, Kacchan had said.

And sure enough, like clockwork, the young woman by the CEO’s side turns towards them as they part, eyes widening with recognition and then curiosity as she notices the placement of Deku’s arm.

“Ground Zero!” The CEO says, walking over. Kacchan grunts. There’s an awkward, tense pause.

Right. Ground Zero is notorious for his dislike of the press. That leaves it up to him then.

Lovely.

“Ah, hello,” Deku says with a small smile. “How are you?”

“Good, good,” the man says, smiling and running his fingers lightly over his thorned chin, “You’re a new face.”

Kacchan growls a little, “He’s with me. And we don’t like questions.”

...Why. Why is it that for Kacchan, remaining in character means being actively counter-productive?

“It’s okay, Kacchan,” ha, in your face, “ A few questions wouldn’t hurt, right?” He puts a soothing hand on his chest ( Kacchan bristles under his touch ) , a cheeky winner’s smile on his face.

Fuck you, Kacchan’s eyes read.

Now, now, pay attention, he sends back. Oh, well. He can deal with the backlash and complaints later.

“Not worth it. Babe.”

Deku chokes.

Babe? Really? Babe??

“You okay there, babe ?” Kacchan repeats, with emphasis and with almost no effort to conceal his delight at Deku’s reaction.

...He did not. Just.

Deep breaths. Don’t blow your cover. If you do he’ll never let you forget about it, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?

“Yes, I’m fine,” he swats at the (condescending) hand patting his back, “Stop that!”

“You sure, b–”

“You’re so sweet, Kacchan , but really, everything is perfectly fine. Just got something stuck in the back of my throat, is all.”

Kacchan reaches for a water cup. Deku stops him, and leans up to kiss Kacchan’s cheek. “Grab me a drink instead? From the bar?”

“Hurry,” he breathes, lips brushing Kacchan’s jaw.

They’re standing right by them now. Kacchan squeezes his elbow.

“Drink some water while you wait. I’ll be back soon. Don’t choke and die.”

Don’t choke, or I’ll kill you, is what he really means.

And then they let go, and Kacchan disappears into the crowd without another glance back.

You’re not a kid anymore, Deku reminds himself.

He’s gone undercover before. He knows what kind of smile to use to lower people’s guards, he knows he can do this. But watching Kacchan walk away from him, showing him his back, reminds him of middle school. Nervousness claws up his throat, social awkwardness weighing down on his tongue like sticky candy that’s too strong, staining the back of this throat. He’s thirteen again. Unpopular, uncool, and no one will listen to a word he says.

Now that Kacchan is gone, the pair only seems mildly interested in him. The small talk is polite and dry, meant for a courteous good-bye-see-you-later-it-was-nice-to-meet-you.

(It’s been awhile since Deku had been in an environment like this, where everyone assumed they were better than him.)

“So, what’s your quirk, if I may ask?”

Dully, he realizes he’s actually somewhat surprised. Not by the question, but the slight sting it still manages to deliver. He forces himself to relax, following the lines of their script.

“Ah, it’s nothing special. Attraction of objects, got it from my mother’s side of the family.”

“Ah, of the telekinetic kind?”

“Not quite. Mine works a bit differently. The attractive force is more…additive, than telekinetic. And it’s pretty weak, so it only works briefly on contact. The end result is basically unusually strong grip strength and the ability to hit things a little harder too, sometimes enough to counteract the inertia of an object, if I time it right.”

Complicated, dry, technical. Enough of an explanation to explain any mild displays of super strength, if he ever needs to use it in public as his civilian identity, but not interesting enough for people to take note of it. Especially not here, surrounded by the flashiest quirks of the industry. As long as he doesn’t go overboard with it, as long as he doesn’t push so far that Kousagi’s trademark lightning is shown in public alongside his civilian identity, he should be safe.

“Interesting,” it’s obvious he doesn’t actually think so, “How’d you meet Ground Zero?”

“We grew up together. Nothing special, really, just ran into each other again while visiting home and started talking again.”

“I see.”

The standard questions having been used up, the conversation trickles to a stop.

Get it together, Deku. Bring it back. Stay on track. Kacchan’s voice comes unbidden into his head.

But how does he capture their attention long enough to keep them here without engaging them so much they take special note of him?

The assistant’s fingers twitch towards her cellphone, or some other electronic distraction. She’s bored. Keep them occupied.

“Well, it was nice to mee–”

“I heard that you were going to do a new program, about quirk categorization and practical career applications! On your Tuesday 2pm talk show?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“I was wondering what your targeted audience is? It’s a topic that I think many people would be interested in. I can’t help but think the currently weekly schedule doesn’t give it an opportunity to reach its best audience.”

“Well, we wanted to test it out on a smaller scale, first, to see how it fares.”

You mean you’re afraid of the possible political backlash from the way the program seems to suggest that people should only pursue careers that suit their quirks, rather than their interests and personalities. An entire industry of specialized quirk accommodation gear would lose about 75% of their individualized commissions.

“And what do you think?” He turns towards the assistant, and she stiffens a bit, milky eyes studying his features. It’s a justifiable question, and one that hits a bit close to home. Something subtle that will hopefully snag her attention. The assistant in question has a quirk that interferes with electronics. She takes medication every three hours to balance out her body chemistry, just so she can touch a phone screen. Incidentally, she also lied about this on her job application.

“I think the program has an interesting line-up of guest speakers. Many people will like it.”

A neutral response, but a bit defensive in tone. Careful, careful.

“My quirk is pretty versatile in theory,” he continues, “But I don’t use it much for my current job.”

Not my current day-job, at least.

“Quirk-defined career paths also calls for a change in education, right? Segregation by quirk category?”

“I wouldn’t call it segregation,” the CEO quickly interjects, “It’s a practical approach that provides an accelerated route that would propel much of Japan’s youth towards success.”

“Ah, yes. Of course.” Of course. “Some quirks would simply go to waste, if not utilized correctly. Society would benefit more if people followed careers that fit their strengths. And some people just don’t know how to choose correctly.”

The words are sour on his tongue.

I’m sorry, Izuku, his mother’s voice echoes in his head, still. I’m sorry.

The assistant keeps quiet, glancing down at her phone. Taps it, as though checking for a message. Is she bored? Or feigning disinterest in order to hide the relevance the topic at hand holds towards her own life?

“Like Ground Zero, for example,” the CEO continues, unaware. “What if he had decided he didn’t want to become a hero? Lives would have been lost, potential wasted. The future of the Japanese people lies in efficiency. Efficiency is best brought by the logical use of talent.”

And talent is inborn, just like quirks. If facts were simply ideas agreed upon by the majority, then this is a fact that Deku had been battling since he was four. He fights to keep his jaw from clenching.

Right around now, Kacchan should be ordering. Just a bit longer.

“Of course. Though… I may be a bit biased, but I think Kacchan would’ve been a great hero, no matter what quirk he got.”

It’s hard to keep the steel from his voice, to keep playing the part of nice, doting boyfriend. He’s treading on dangerous territory with that statement. But the assistant straightens a bit, looking up, milky unblinking eyes fixating upon him.

“You two must be very close.” She says, lightly. “Maybe you can convince him to stop by for a real interview? We’re dying to know more about him.”

She crosses her arms, phone angled to the side.

“You’d have to ask him about it. Or his manager, though frankly they have a lot on their plate already.” They all share a chuckle, and he flashes her a charming smile. Tie her down.

She straightens, pulling at her blazer, bringing her phone in front of her again as though she were about to get ready to jot something down.

“But you could put in a good word for us, right? Or perhaps…come in for an interview yourself? You seem to have some interesting thoughts.”

Another laugh. He hates the way his mind races with millions of different ways his words could be interpreted, thousands of different hypotheses on the thoughts the other two could be having. In this way, it really is a lot like middle school.

“That would be a very short interview. Kacchan’s where the story’s at, really, and don’t deny it.”

If Kacchan were here he could keep their attention without saying anything at all . But maybe he only believes that because Kacchan had always been able to demand attention without any effort from the start. From the very, very beginning.

“But you’ll consider it? What about a joint interview, talking about your relationship? We’ll even let you do most of the talking. Pre-recorded, not live.”

God, how did he do it? What was it? Was it the eyes? The stand-offish manner? The obvious confidence lining his frame, steeled in his shoulders? There had always been an inexplicable draw to Bakugou Katsuki. It’s woven in him, his bones steeped in it, saturated with it, brimming with barely contained light and ambition. It’s impossible to look away.

“I don’t know…Kacchan’s really stubborn. Really stubborn. But that’s what I,” stop, stop, stop. No. Not here, not now. Clears his throat.

(Or perhaps that fact had simply always been overwhelmingly evident, for him. Perhaps there is another reason why Deku had wound up as Kousagi, fleeing the light. It’s too bad that Kacchan, Kacchan and the sight of his back, had always been his center of gravity, an inimitable pull that is so natural it doesn’t even occur to him that it could be any other way, nevertheless that it might be possible he resist.)

“But that’s what I think makes him so charming,” he finishes. Their eyes stare at him, piercing him from behind a protective armor of benign curiosity.

What are they thinking? What do they know?

The assistant pulls out a notebook, “Perhaps we can pencil in a date for that interview?” The notebook must be a conversion memory pad, old-fashioned tech that converts handwriting to typed notes and automatically saves a back-up file in the cloud real time. Deku wonders if the CEO’s quirk extends even to nearly-obsolete electronics like these.

“Now you’re just putting me on the spot.”

“All in the job description, my friend.” She places the notebook back in her pocket, pulling out her phone, which has the same strange sheen on it. Like a layer of thin silk. The CEO glances over, and the screen brightens as she taps on it, settling into her hip as she leans towards him, as though responding to his gaze.

“Well, it was nice meeting you,” the CEO says, with a short nod of acknowledgement. Abrupt. Annoyed.

“Wait!” He steps forward, closer, insistent, “Kacchan is getting us drinks. When he gets here, maybe we could talk about that interview? I think I can sway him. Cement the date. Write it in ink.”

“You’ll have to pass along our apologies for his trouble, but that is really not necessary.” Deku glances to the side, and spots familiar blonde hair making its way towards them.

Just a bit longer.

The assistant taps on her phone again, screen blinking.

“How about Friday afternoon?” Deku presses. Just a bit longer.

“I’ll look into it. You can contact my secretary, the info is on our website.”

Why the change? When they were so insistent on snagging that interview just a second ago?

The CEO walks closer to his assistant, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as though to lead her away. She glances down. The shiny film atop the phone screen ripples, as though responding to something. The CEO’s expression is blank, still, as though he were staring at something straight ahead but only a few inches from his nose.

Electronic multitasking. He can split his attention and absorb information from up to five different electronic sources and apply that information to separate mental tasks simultaneously.

The assistant shifts again, tugging at her sleeves. The phone screen, angled away from him, winks, screen flashing at him.

He pulls off the glasses, pretending to clean them on the corner of his shirt.

“Deku!” How much time do they have? He doesn’t know. Not enough. “Deku, c’mon,” he’s close enough to grab now, “Help me with these dri–”

And so he does. Snags his sleeve, tugs him towards him in what would look like an affectionate greeting, drinks wobbling, colorful liquid catching on the rim, ice cubes clinking--

(Footwork had been one of the foundations of his training. And Deku isn’t one to forget his training.)

--Slip one toe forward, wedge under shoe. Yank back. Tilt off balance, pinwheeling arms barely missing the assistant’s face; she steps back, startled, but steadies the phone, keeps it as still as possible, the crutch, the objective --

The drinks shattering on the ground, seeping into the front of his shirt. Kacchan’s hand fisted in his collar, eyes narrowed ( Kacchan has always been quick on the uptake), in them his own apprehension reflected back at him--

Pause.

Click. Click.

Click.

He’s balanced, just barely, on his heels. Kacchan’s hand in his shirt is the only thing preventing him from stumbling backwards. His outstretched hand still holds the glasses, positioned just so, so that the camera lens can catch a glimpse of the phone screen.

“Careful, dumbass.” And he’s tugged back onto his feet.

Play.

He whirls around, messily shoving his glasses back on his face, hands in front of him, palms up, frantic waving motions accentuating the edge of panic he puts in his voice.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Nothing spilled on your clothes, at least that I can see, I’m such a klutz, honestly, something like this always seems to happen whenever I take my glasses off, and now the drinks are gone too, I’m so sorry--”

“Deku, shut up. It’s fine.” Kacchan doesn’t even look at the other two. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Fill me in.

Deku nods, itching to speak to him in private, and to get a closer look at the pictures he had just taken of the assistant’s phone.

If he’s right about this...well, then there will have to be a change in plans.

Kousagi leans back against the wall, taking deep, calming breaths.

bunbun 21:18

u ready?

boomboom 21:20

r u

bunbun 21:20

yea

bunbun 21:20 lmk if u need me to buy more time

boomboom 21:24

cant believe im letting u have all the fun

bunbun 21:24

just get it done kacchan

boomboom 21:24

ever think it might be better for the HERO to detain the villain?

bunbun 21:24

no longer replying to u

A hand shoots out, clamping down hard over the victim’s eyes, another snaking around to cover their mouth.

“Shhh.”

They open their mouth to scream, and that’s when he slips the pill inside.

He skirts around the building, lying low. All right, so maybe exchanging the notebooks for squeezing Kousagi’s costume underneath the suit was a good choice.

“Here’s how it’s gonna go. You make all the plans. I plan for when all your plans go to shit.”

Sometimes, he’s amazed when Kacchan is right. Other times he’s just annoyed. Begrudgingly, he has to admit, this time he’s pretty grateful.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, he thinks for the umpteenth time.

His victim whimpers, sound muffled by the duct tape, blindfolded and shaking in their chair.

“Okay. Here’s how it’s gonna go. I’m gonna take the tape off, and you’re gonna tell me everything you know about tonight’s attack and who else helped you plan it.”

He reaches forward and rips off the tape.

“Please,” they sob, “Please don’t kill me.”

He rolls his eyes.

Seriously. Can’t believe I’m doing this.

The clock hits twenty-five and the villain emerges from the shadows, skirting around the edge of the building. A morphological quirk with two parts--for the visible part,unusually large shoulders and unusually long arms and unusually big hands. Unusually heavy and dense muscle mass, for the watch-out-that-might-actually-really-fuckin’-hurt part.

Deku figures this job must be this one’s last run. Said “villain” (commissioned performer? Career hero-fighter?) has already made two comebacks after brief stints in jail, both sentences unusually light. The first time, the papers described him as having a morphological quirk that granted him “clubbed hands”. The second time, he used cheap metal coverings, making it possible to describe it as “specialized metal manipulation”. Third, “select body enlargement”. He wonders how they would describe it this time, or if they would settle for referring back to one of the first three stories they’d cooked up. Just another villain that was let back into society only to proceed with wreaking havoc yet again.

The guy looks around furtively before darting across the corner of the open lot.

Almost there.

He curses, fiddling with the headphones.

All right. So maybe Deku was right about needing better recording equipment. Audio cleaning sucks. He doesn’t have time right now, though, anyway, so what they have will just have to do.

Below, the crowd slowly starts to congregate towards the small stage set at one end of the room. The speaker clears his throat and taps the mike.

“Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we celebrate a year of hardships, and a year of accomplishments. We look back on what has happened, review our successes, and learn from our mistakes.”

Staged. Faked. Shadow plays, strangling puppets with shadow strings. Come one, come all, to see the shitshow. Ticket prices start at voluntary incarceration, the corruption of justice, collective ignorance and one, big web of lies.

Kousagi gets ready for his cue, pulling his mask down over his face. One last glance at his lock screen, a silent text notification illuminating it briefly before it fades.

“C’mon, c’mon,” he grits his teeth so hard he’s sure they’re sparking. “God damn it!”

Slams a fist down onto the table. Looks around the room. In the corner, there is what looks like a metal cabinet. He swings the door open to find rows of switches.

Main. Overhead. Spotlight, the labels read.

All right, he grouses, all right, fine. I can work with this.

boomboom 21:26

u better make this worth my time, deku

“I come to you today, amidst all of the festivities, with a gift. A pledge. Something to end an era, and to spark a new one in its ashes. What I’m proposing, esteemed guests, is a world where villainy can be measured. Quantified. Eliminated. What I’m proposing, is peace. Just imagine it, folks! Pre-emptive action. The ability to right wrongs before they can be done.”

The crowd stirs, the murmuring like a fast-moving infection sweeping over them.

The man’s eyes are wide, the whites glistening with muted flashes of flickering, electric green. The forearm digging into his throat presses in harder. The wall shudders with the force of his flailing arms, struggling to buck off his captor.

“Be quiet,” he hisses, “and maybe I’ll let you go.”

Yeah, for like two seconds. Still. It’s the thought that counts, right?

“This isn’t just improvement. This isn’t just ideal. This is natural. There are things in this world that we’ve allowed to be just because they are. We’ve allowed it to grow alongside us, thrive alongside us, even as it threatens our livelihood. I’m not talking about education reform. I’m not talking about rehabilitation programs, or strategic population relocation. No, the problem goes further than that. I’m talking about rewriting humanity’s future. With this new project, the brightest of today’s scientific minds have brought us a solution that would allow us to have a hand in humanity’s evolution. Ladies and gentlemen–”

He’s cut off, and the room goes dark.

There’s a slight crackle, a static-y hiss, and a voice floods in over the intercom.

He backs off a little, stretching the bit of carbon-reinforced rope between his hands. The other sucks in a deep breath, and prepares to dash to the right.

“You sure about that, buddy? You wanna try me?”

But he doesn’t listen, throwing a hasty punch and dashing towards escape.

Kousagi sighs.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“–planned the attack, villain fights are actually the best source of publicity–”

“But what about the risk? The casualties?”

“Inconsequential. Or rather, beneficial. Martyrs sell headlines.”

“The projection booth! They have to be there! Stop the recording!”

The rope snags his ankle and he pulls back, hard enough to knock him off-balance. The clumsiness of his large arms make it so that regaining his balance takes just a second too long. Kousagi leaps forward, looping the rope around his wrists and tucking it back through the loose circle, jerking to bring them together before he can react.

“Okay, we’re up next,” he says, addressing the squirming bundle lying at his feet as he continues to bind him. “I hope you’re ready.”

“Why? Why all the fuss?”

The crowd begins to wake, people pushing at each other and trying to feel their way through the dark with only the light of their phones to guide them.

“What’s this about?” Someone calls out. “Is this real?”

“They need something to pressure the board of ethics into letting the project through.”

“It’s not real! It’s just another villain attack! Don’t listen to it.”

“You do realize that what you’re proposing is essentially genocide, right?”

“What the fu--”

“IT’S FAKE!”

“It’s not genocide if it’s just speeding along what would’ve happened anyway.”

“--Everybody, please remain calm. The heroes are already trying to address this matter--”

“What do you mean?”

“--We are trained professionals, please do not worry--”

“We’re eliminating the unnecessary, the unfit. Evolution, but streamlined.”

A loud crash, drywall and brick flying into the room as Kousagi bursts in, blowing a hole straight through the wall. He’s carrying the villain like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. He’s a streak of fluorescent green, landing in the middle of the stage. The spotlight turns on, right above him, and he’s at the center of attention.

Nice, he thinks, before tossing the villain to the ground and looking out over the crowd.

“Merry Christmas, heroes.”

There are small points of light visible in the darkness of the room, faint green and red dots. That’s what happens, when the press is present, no matter the chaos, no matter the event.

Perfect. The cameras are out and rolling.

“I only have so much time before one of you decides to attack me. But first, let me just say this--to all of you that act out of personal interest and turn a blind eye on the good of the public--I’m onto you. To all of you that arrogantly believe that the entirety of a person’s worth is a consequence of birth--I’m onto you. When you decide to take the easy route, when you decide to underestimate the very people you fear, don’t forget. Never, ever forget--there is always someone watching.”

This is it. This is the declaration of war.

“Remember: for I am here. ”

That’s your cue, Kacchan.

“KOUSAGI!”

He vaults himself overhead, explosions blinding, like mini fireworks in the darkened room.

“I’ve got a score to settle with you, fucker!”

Keep it simple, Kacchan had said, over-detailed plans lead to more mistakes.

So he’d kept their plan simple.

Intercept the villain. Capture the villain. Cause a scene.

But it’s never really that simple. He can see it in his eyes, in the unbridled joy and excitement, in the way he can feel his own rising in his chest.

Ground Zero intercepts Kousagi but Kousagi gets away.

Deceptively simple, if they were anyone other than Midoriya “Deku” Izuku and Bakugou “Kacchan” Katsuki.

Kacchan never loses, except when he’s handed the win. And if there’s only one thing that can said to be true, it’s that Bakugou Katsuki fights for victory.

That means this fight is for real, and the only way for this plan to succeed is to beat him fair and square.

...Without getting captured, or putting his identity at risk.

“You better make this worth my time, Deku.”

...While they’re in a room filled with other top-ranked heroes.

What the hell, Kousagi thinks to himself . Then he’s dashing forward, aiming below Ground Zero’s guard.

“Miss me?” A small wave of hot air blows past his face, the aftermath of a concentrated explosion.

“Yeah, definitely a miss. Maybe you should--”

Duck. Swipe with left foot.

“--’ve waited for your eyes to adjust?”

“Why is it that you always seem to,” Ground Zero drops into a half-crouch, digging his toes in, immovable against the shoulder ram and defending against the uppercut aimed at his ribs, “want to talk so damn much?” He grunts a little, annoyed when Kousagi ducks out of what would’ve been a headlock.

Right jab, followed by right kick. Blocked and grabbed, dodged.

He rears back. Smashes his forehead into his nose, once. Ground Zero howls, blinking rapidly against the pain, blood gushing and dripping over the bottom half of his face, but doesn’t let go.

Twice.

Thrice.

He kicks at his shin, pummeling his gut with the other fist, then rips himself free.

“What a shame,” his voice drops into a secret, just between the two of them. “You have such a pretty face.”

Even while disoriented, Ground Zero has the reflexes to dodge the kick aimed at his face. The miss throws Kousagi off balance, but the momentum from the movement is repurposed, added into his wind-up. Then he’s twisting, digging his feet into the ground, and shooting off to escape.

“I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!” Ground Zero screams in response, voice gone slightly nasally, before taking off after him.

Kousagi has the gall to laugh.

“GET BACK HERE, DEKU!”

“Shhh, not so loud!”

They’re far enough away now, lucky in that both of them having versatile quirks suited for mobility. But still, they don’t have much time. He nearly rips a hole through his shirt, trying to stick his arm through the sleeve. Kacchan tugs on his belt loops to pull his pants up as he hops up and down while trying to work the shirt buttons through their respective holes.

“Shoes, shoes, where are my shoes?”

“I don’t know, where’d you put them?”

“By the bins--and hide my equipment belt while you’re at it!”

Pants on. Shirt buttoned. Vest on. Jacket on. Cufflinks on. That just leaves--

“Deku, what the fuck is that?”

“Just--help me!”

“You are a grown man, how the fuck do you manage to fuck up your tie this badly?”

He tugs roughly at the cloth, only succeeding in tightening the tangled knot.

“Shit, shit, shit, Kacchan the glasses! I think I dropped them, I forgot!”

“Where?”

“I don’t know?”

“You fucking idiot! ”

There are voices calling out now, just around the corner. Kacchan grabs him and tugs him roughly down the hall, trying to stall, trying to run.

“Kacchan, there’s no time. You need to go, now, so they don’t suspect you too.”

They had been so close . So close to pulling this off.

“Shut up, Deku.”

At the very least, he can’t drag Kacchan down with him.

“I said, shut up.”

And then the taste of iron is in his mouth. Deku freezes, teeth aching from the force of the mouth pressed against his.

Oh yeah, he thinks, hazily, as he registers the taste as blood, I broke his nose.

“Bakugou? Bakug--oh.”

Kirishima is the first to find them, probably one of a small group of heroes sent after them while the rest stayed behind to keep the civilians who had attended the party safe. He skids to a stop at the end of the hallway, gaping at the two of them as they remain liplocked, just far enough to miss their exchange.

Kacchan pulls away, chest heaving against his, arm resting on the wall by his head to successfully shield him, his horrendous tie, and his lack of glasses from view. Deku stares back up at him, wide-eyed. And then Kacchan blushes.

“It was the only thing I could think of.”

“...So Ground Zero’s official reason for not staying in pursuit of Kousagi is that he wanted to make out with his boyfriend?”

“...Shut up.”

Deku lets out an incredulous laugh, as Kacchan stares. Kirishima approaches them cautiously, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“Dude, what happened? Where’s Kousagi?”

Kacchan growls, baring his teeth.

“He--”

Deku fists the front of his shirt pushes, flipping their positions before mashing his lips against Kacchan’s, this time in the lead.

We’re busy, is the clear message being sent here.

“...Okay, well the others have spread out searching...I guess you can turn in your report...later? Dude,” he repeats, sounding suspicious, cautious. “Dude this isn’t like you.”

Kacchan has to wrench his mouth free before turning to sneer at him. The ugly sneer, the one he uses when he’s annoyed, or panicked, or when he has something to hide.

Or, really it should be ugly. Except it isn’t, because his nose wrinkles a little when he does that, and honestly, it’s actually kind of cute.

There’s a moment of silence, and they both turn to stare at him.

Oh. Oops. Did he say that out loud?

Kirishima’s face twitches weirdly, before he wheezes, laughing.

“Oh-oh my God… Okay, I guess I can rule out ‘didn’t realize he was dating his rival’ from my list of reasons for why you decided not to chase Kousagi to hell and back, then?”

Kacchan glares at him, then looks away in what looks like shame, but is actually an attempt to hide an embarrassed scowl.

“There--there was. A hostage. Situation. I...let him go.” He says, quiet. He curls tighter around him, the muscles in his arms tensing.

Deku pretends to relax, nuzzling his neck. Like two lovers reunited, clasped in an emotional embrace. Except for the fact that he’s actually trying to hide his snicker at Kacchan’s struggle to mask the irritation he feels at having to pretend he’d let a target go. (And for the fact that he isn’t really relaxed all.)

(Inside, his heart thumps a fast, hard beat.)

“...Oh. Okay.” Kirishima’s voice is grave, but steady. “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with the press. You two can...continue reassuring each other.” He backs away, slowly.

“I’m glad to see you two are okay, though.”

Kacchan responds with a stiff nod of acknowledgement, and Deku peeks over his shoulder to offer a shaky smile.

“Don’t take too long,” he calls out, already beginning to jog away, “You’re gonna have to face the rest of them in a few minutes. I’ll help stall, though.” And then he’s gone.

...Now where were we?

“Are you sure,” Deku turns back around, whispering tauntingly into the hollow of Kacchan’s neck, “that that’s the reason? Maybe Ground Zero’s boyfriend stopped him from chasing after Kousagi because he was worried.”

Inhale. The scent of nitroglycerin, smoke. A splash of cologne, still lingering.

“Maybe Ground Zero just couldn’t resist.” His fingertips trail, up and down, lightly, along Kacchan’s side. Itchy.

Way to go, Deku. Fake dating cover succeeded, mission cleared. And now you decide to flirt with him? He’s right, you’re a fucking idiot.

Kacchan’s hand slips around his waist, gripping him tightly. His other hand wanders up the back of his neck, into his hair.

Oh, he thinks, feeling faint.

“Yeah,” Kacchan responds.

And this time, they meet each other halfway.

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BNHA Light Novel Vol.1 Ch.1 translation

This is the Chapter 1 translation for the first “boku no hero academia” light novel! I actually felt a weight, like sorrow sinking from my head to my toes, when I was translating part of the beginning and also Todoroki and his mom’s conversation. Hope those without access to the book will enjoy this as that is why I spent time typing it up! XD the novel is truly quite fun to read

I will be posting my thoughts on it later but for now, please click ‘Keep reading’ below for my translation :)

At the time when spring turned to summer on a beautiful day, the students who finished the internship were preparing for the final exams. “Next, Midoriya Izuku.” In the empty streets, a soft sound drifted. Aizawa with his tired eyes, looked at the students on the third floor of the large building. “Here!” The student who got called, Midoriya Izuku, had an anxious expression on his face when he answered. His hair was curly and he looked very plain, but the freckles on his face make him give off a positive feeling. “Deku-kun, do your best!” Uraraka Ochako said in a cheerful tone. She was waiting behind him as she is going to go on stage soon. Her joyful voice made his cheeks turn red as he turned around to answer “okay!”. Izuku entered the bag-like tunnel that connects with the ground floor. The tunnel had a lot of twists and turns and this was usually used during rescue missions. Using a strategy similar to sliding on a slide, it allows people to slide from the top to the bottom with ease. This is UA highschool! Right now, Class 1 A is learning about the basics of how to be a hero. This highschool has a lot of amazing facilities like the training facility they are in and this place is able to sustain many people (several ten thousands). There is also a USJ which has areas that imitate places with natural disasters; they still have the memories of how villains trespassed and attacked them in USJ last time. Right now before them is a deserted street that is also part of the UA training areas. Quirks arose long along; since then, people started using their quirks for good and they were known as heroes. However, many also used them for evil. Thus, heroes became an important part of society that serves the public. Until now, not everyone can become heroes, only those who pass tests and get the license can call themselves that. It is illegal to use quirks in public without authorization. If one were to consider becoming a hero, one must enter a hero school like UA. Getting into UA is extremely difficult. Izuku has no quirk, and nowadays, that is called “quirkless”. Heroes must have a quirk as it is not feasible to be without one. Commonly speaking, age 4 is the latest in which one’s quirk will manifest.

After age 4, Izuku could not help but to accept reality. His dream of becoming the world’s best hero like All Might floated away further and further until it was so far that he can’t even reach it anymore. But he did not give up. No matter if others laughed at him or looked down at him and say how he has no quirk and can’t become a hero, he did not give up his goal. Maybe it’s because God or whoever out there heard his plea and wishes and so Izuku met All Might. All Might saw his potential and after training him, transferred “One For All” to him. In the beginning, Izuku couldn’t do what he wanted with the quirk and had no control, always wrecking his own body. However, both All Might and Gran Torino mentored him and gradually he was able to control it better. “HEEEUUUU” After a short time, Izuku slid out the tunnel, safely landing on the ground. “Okay the boys are all done. Now it’s the girls turn! Yaoyorozu, go.” “Yes!” The Vice President Yaoyorozu replied and slid to the ground through the tunnel. After Yaoyorozu landed on the ground, the small, grape-headed boy named Mineta let out a huge breath. “What’s wrong Mineta?” Izuku asked and Mineta let out another breath. “Midoriya, since we are on the topic of the girls sliding down, the thing that we should be looking forward to is seeing their skirts flip up right? Why is she wearing gym clothes….even though I should have known! This attire is not sexy at all, not even a little bit!” “You have no changed your bad habit one bit, Mineta.” After Yaoyorozu slid down, it was Tsuyu who could not help but comment as well. “Yeah, Mineta. If all the girls’ skirts flipped up then how do we continue lessons? Wearing gym attires make more sense. Wait actually, in order to stimulate a real situation, the girls should be wearing skirts actually!” Iida, wearing the normal uniform, came out with a serious expression said. “No I think you are thinking too much.” Izuku couldn’t help but laugh at Iida. “Stop laughing stupid Deku!” “Ah…Kacchan…” Standing near them was Izuku’s childhood friend Bakugou Katsuki. He’s always spewing out swear words and rude comments to others but has already toned it down…well compared to his childhood that is. “Stupid exercise! Die!” “What are you saying?! As a hero, rescuing others is the first thing so this is very important! This is a very meaningful exercise, isn’t it?!” “Whocares! Everyone has crap they’re good at! I can be the one who takes care of the villain while others do the rescue!!!” “Do you truly want to become a hero?!” Iida has a very strong sense of justice and so as he argued with Bakugou who has a self-esteem several times higher than everyone else, the two is like water and oil, cannot be mixed. Deku stood between the two. “Iida-kun please calm down!” “Yes, you’re right. Everyone has their own strong points.” The person who said this was the student with a cold expression and a scar caused by a burn, Todoroki Shouto. “Todoroki-kun?” “I cannot imagine Bakugou rescuing anyone.” “….WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?! BASTARD?!?!?!” “Ah, I understand! I feel like he would end up injuring people instead!” Kaminari spoke up and Bakugou was so angry he shouted at Kaminari with, “YEAH LETS SEE ABOUT THAT, I’LL HURT YOU FIRST!!!!” Bakugou’s palms started to have explosions within them. The girls who just all landed on the ground did not know what was going on in front of them and just stared with wide eyes. The groups of boys crowded around; some tried to stop the fight, some looked annoyed and once the fighting got to its peak, a voice came. “….Do you guys know what time it is?” It was Aizawa. Upon hearing his stern voice, the students quickly stood properly, poised and quiet. Up until this point, the students recognized how scary their teacher can be. Aizawa’s quirk activated for a second, revealing his red eyes. Aizawa’s quirk erases other people’s quirks, but because he hates the media knowing well how the media can interfere with his hero work, he would always keep himself hidden. “I heard you guys saying how everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, but this excuse during when people need rescuing is not valid. In order to become a great hero, you must do your best for any tasks at hand!” Aizawa turned his head to look at every one of them and continued on. “When the rescue crew and the police arrives late, leading civilians out to the escape route is also a hero’s job!” “If we are to lead them out, isn’t it faster to just rescue them ourselves?” As Hagakure was asking this question, all you can see is her gym suit wrinkling. It looked like she was waving and raising her hand. Hagakure’s quirk makes her invisible so her gym clothes look like they are floating in midair. “But if there are a lot of people, then you can only lead them out.” Yaoyorozu said logically and Aizawa nodded his head. “Exactly. If there were only one or two people, then rescuing them is easy. But if there were a lot then it will get problematic when using rescue equipment. Also, if you don’t know how to use the equipment at the time of need, then it’d be over. That is the main reason why the school prepares these lessons so you’ll have practice on each and every rescue equipment. Do you hear this, Bakugou?” “……..I understand.” Bakugou answered in a low voice. This is Bakugou’s way of getting along with others, using a lower voice to talk. Izuku stood near Bakugou and started mumbling analysis like he usually did. “Right, when letting lot of people out, we need to use the appropriate quirk with the appropriate equipment……I wonder how that will be? Uraraka can make thing float, or Sero who can use his tape, and Mineta can use his sticky balls…..mmm yes that should be useful. There are lot of combinations…..!!” Izuku loves to analyze and think of strategies as he wants to become a hero so much. Every time he begins his rambling, everyone would get scared because of how fast he talks, like a tongue twister. Everyone already accept this though and would watch him with warm eyes, with the exception of Bakugou. “Then, after….” At this moment, a loud sound was heard above them, covering Aizawa’s voice. Everyone was shocked and looked up to see a helicopter coming down. From the aircraft, someone large came jumping down. “From the helicopter………I AM HERE!” “ALL MIGHT?!?!?!” All Might looked muscular as always with his powerful demeanor. The two horn-like hair spiked up from his head and was wavering in the wind caused by the aircraft. He showed his bright, white teeth as he grinned. “Everyone, I’m sorry I am late! I had to chase down a villain and so I just came!” “Uh yeah, this lesson was supposed to be your responsibility,” Aizawa said in an irritated tone. In contrast, All Might was beaming. “It’s already on the internet!!! During lunch I saw that you captured the bank robbers, right?!” “Yes, looks like the other case hasn’t been broadcasted yet.” “….AS EXPECTED OF ALL MIGHT!” Izuku admires All Might and so he looked super happy and excited. All Might has the aura to suppress evil. He is the “Symbol of Peace”. He has a student and mentor relationship with Izuku and only a few knows this secret. All Might can also only transform to his hero form for a short period of time now, which, also, only a few knows. “Midoriya my boy, thank you for your compliments, but we now must move onto the helicopter.” “Isn’t the helicopter just for bringing you here?” “No, our next exercise will be involve the helicopter, are you ready?” “wow, such is expected of a hero class….” Because Izuku was so stunned by All Might, he was standing here dumbfounded. Such is Ua! ~~ After learning how to rescue people on the snowy mountain and from the water, the students all returned to their classroom. “Right before this, when I was diving at the sea, it was the girls who helped me do CPR…..its like a deep kiss….can’t help but stop myself from breathing on purpose!” “But weren’t you ACTUALLY not breathing?” Hearing Kaminari and Mineta’s conversation nearby, Tokoyami muttered “What an annoying duo”. Tokoyami was someone who looked like a bird and had the quirk ‘Dark Shadow’, which is like a creature living in his body. At that moment, Aizawa entered the classroom and everyone sat properly at their own desks. “Good work. Even though this is sudden, in two weeks we will have a day for parents to visit the school.” After Aizawa said that, someone shouted, “What, even UA has parent-teacher days?!” It was Kirishima Eijirou. He is a very manly student who has the ‘hardening’ quirk. Aizawa handed out the notice, “Okay these need to be returned to me. Next, I need everyone to write a ‘thank you’ letter to your parents. You must put your feeling of thanks into it. After you’re done writing, you can hand it in to me.” Their homeroom teacher’s announcement caused a silence over the students, though someone quickly let out a loud laugh. “NO WAY, WE AREN’T ELEMENTARY SCHOOL STUDENTS!” Kaminari shouted out, speaking for the rest of the students, but Aizawa cut him off. “Do I look like I am joking?” Aizawa was indeed scary and again the class fell to a silence. “When you write it, make sure to fully express how grateful you are to them and for your parents’ daily care.” Now that the students know their teacher wasn’t joking, everyone started to talk to each other, looking a little worried. “What, no way!!!! This must be a joke!!!” “Ugh so embarrassing….” As the bustle continued, Iida stood up and did his habit of chopping his hands in the air. “Everyone please quiet down. QUIET, QUIET, QUIET!!!” “Wow, Iida is so loud.” Tsuyu, who was sitting in front of Iida, was the one who said that and so Iida sat back down and mumbled a “sorry”. Iida, however, continued on, “Aizawa-sensei, everyone’s reaction is to be expected. The parent visiting day should be for them to see how our usual classes are normally right? Suddenly telling us we need to write and say out our thanks, I don’t understand the point of it. Letting our parents observe the specialty of a hero course, that should be the main point of the day, isn’t it?” Iida was breathing very heavily as Aizawa answered back, “Well, because it is a hero course, that is why we need to do this.” “What does that mean….” “Your goal is to become a hero. Think about it, you would usually hear those who got rescued express their thanks to those who rescued them. It is because of that, you should see it from another point of view and understand the importance of giving thanks.” “Oh is that so! I understand now! This is for us to understand how to be humble as a hero!” “Iida got convinced quite fast!” Uraraka sat behind Iida and she gave a laugh. Seeing Iida’s immediate change in expression, everyone lightened up and the whole atmosphere of the room changed to a positive one. Everyone now accepted their teacher’s request. In this class where anything can happen, one cannot let small things like these bother them. “I am planning to let you guys bring your parents over to see the facilities in the school, and let them take a look at how a stimulated lesson looks like before we let them see the letters.” After Aizawa explained that, Kaminari again shouted out something that everyone else in the class was thinking, “Why don’t you say THAT was actually the main point of the parent-teacher day?!” ~~ “Parent visiting day….and letter of thanks…what should I do?” Izuku mumbled in frustration. “All you CAN do is to write it obediently,” Todoroki replied next to him. Walking nearby was Iida. The President began to voice his opinion, “In the beginning, I was not comfortable with the idea either and was questioning why we needed to do it but now I feel that it is a very good idea. Even if we always care for our family members, it is not common for us to say our feelings out loud. Speaking of which, is there a limit to how many pages we can write for the letter? If the maximum number of pages allowed is very few then it will be very difficult for me to write it. I will have to think about how to shorten it.” The threesome were wearing their school uniforms on the way back home. From a bystander’s point of view, they may look like normal highschool students but in fact they were the ones who stopped Stain the hero killer. The three were not official heroes so if they were to use their quirks to fight against the villains, even if it were Stain the Hero Killer who killed many heroes, it would be illegal. The reason is that using their quirks without passing the license test could potentially mean that they could hurt civilians. The regulation people do not want to hurt those that could become heroes in the future so this rule was made. Iida was set on avenging his beloved hero older brother and his two friends Izuku and Todoroki came to save him. Fighting together helped them form a strong bond. “Iida-kun is so impressive being able to write so much. I don’t even know what to write. I used to send a lot of messages to pro heroes on the internet but I have never written a letter in real life.” “Really? I would write thank you letters (Iida means thank you letters that are meant to be returned after receiving a gift) sometimes.” “Thank you letters?!” “Occasionally, the people I help on the road like old grannies, would send me gifts and so I would write them a ‘thank you’ letter for the gift. My mom and dad told me that after receiving a gift, I must return a letter of thanks of my own.” Hearing how Iida can say that like it is nothing special, Izuku could only reply, “As expected of a family of hero ancestry!”. Izuku is so impressed by Iida! “Really? I think it is very normal,” Iida says but felt embarrassed after seeing Izuku’s reaction. Iida turned around to try and get Todoroki to agree with him but Todoroki did not seem to feel the same. “No, that’s not normal. I have never written one,” was Todoroki’s deadpan reply. That caused Iida to again feel embarrassed, “Oh..really….” Seeing Iida’s discouraged face, Izuku instinctively started rambling again to lift Iida’s spirits, “W-well! Writing letters is a good thing! Now every time after I meet such situations I will write letters! It will help! Writing letters can really help me express my thoughts! Yes…yes…like last time when…” Izuku rambles on and hearing this Iida felt better. All of a sudden, Iida raised both of his hands up to the sky and shouted, “OH!!” “What is it Iida-kun?” “I’m so stupid, I totally forgot about this!” In his backpack, Iida took an envelope out. “What is that?” “Native-san gifted it to us! Tickets to the amusement park!” “Who?” “The pro hero that was with us when we were fighting Stain! Although, I wonder, why is he giving us tickets for the park?” “I think it is a thank you gift from him.” Iida took it out and there were 4 tickets. “Why four tickets then?” “He��s probably thinking how most rides have seats in pairs so that is why he gave us four?” Izuku’s answer was agreed upon by Todoroki who nodded his head and replied, “Ah, I see.” “Since Native-san is so nice to us, we should ask one more person to join us.” Hearing Iida’s response, Izuku became super energetic, “YEAH!” “Sure, doesn’t matter,” was Todoroki’s response. “But the tickets expire next week. Is next Sunday okay with you guys?” “O…OH! Sorry, I can’t go!” Izuku said, wide eyed. He really wanted to go! “What do you have?” “The Cultural Centre has a ‘Meet the Hero’ event! This time, new heroes are going to be there so I really can’t miss this event! Normally, I don’t have the chance to get data on the new heroes so this is my chance! Not to mention, there will be a special edition photo album with data and details of the new heroes!” Izuku’s expression was etched with anticipation and Iida replied, “Midoriya-kun, you really do love heroes….” “I’m sorry!!” “I can’t on Sunday as well, I need to visit my mother, I’m sorry.” Iida remained calm at his friends’ replies and said, “So, It’s like that. It is quite unfortunate, but it can’t be helped. Wasting these tickets would not be good, I guess I’ll ask the others!” “Let’s go together us three next time! Uh..if only I could go,” Izuku’s previous excitement dwindled away and Todoroki and Iida turned to face him. “What’s wrong,” Iida and Todoroki asked their friend, and Midoriya’s face became red. “I don’t know if I’m the only thinking this way of wanting to go together with you guys.” Todoroki and Iida watched Midoriya, amused. “Midoriya-kun, you have such a strong quirk but actually no one can tell by your usual behaviour!” Iida exclaimed and Todoroki agreed. Midoriya laughed at how surprised Iida looked. “Ah…yeah so on Parent visiting day, who from your family is coming Iida-kun?” “My mother because my dad has to go to work. How about you Midoriya-kun? “Just my mother. How about you Todoroki-kun?” “For me….probably no one from my family is coming,” was Todoroki’s only words and after a second, Izuku became frozen and could only say “Oh.” Izuku forgot about Todoroki’s family situation; knowing this why did he let his tongue slip and ask that question? Todoroki’s dad is the number 2 hero, Endeavor, while All Might was always the number 1 hero. Because of Endeavor’s obsession, he had a quirk marriage with Todoroki’s mom to produce the perfect child. From all of Todoroki’s siblings, Todoroki was the only one who was powerful and born with the best combination of quirks. Since young, Todoroki’s dad would train him with very extreme measures, hoping he would take over All Might as the number 1 hero. His mother tried to plea for Todoroki but his dad did not care. After all the torture that his mother had to go through, she poured boiling water onto Todoroki and burned his face, leaving a horrible scar. His mother was then sent to the hospital and after, Todoroki hated his father even more. “That….I’m sorry.” “So your mother lives in the hospital…..sorry.” Iida and Midoriya both felt bad and gave Todoroki their sincere apologies. Todoroki did not care however and answered, “Its fine. I don’t mind. Frankly, it isn’t something that you two need to apologize for.” “But not being able to see your child’s face in class and in the school exercises, your mom and dad must feel regret!” Iida added, continuously nodding his head. “…………..” Todoroki had no reaction hearing Iida’s comment and stuck his hands in his pockets. Inside was his notice from class earlier. “It’s not that bad. If ‘that old man’ came to see, then I’d actually feel uncomfortable.” “’That old man’? Are you talking about your dad? You can’t use ‘that old man’ as his title! That is disrespectful, you must at least call him your father.” “That kind of shitty father, saying ‘that old man’ is good enough for him!” “If you don’t want to call him father then how about ‘papa’?” “….pa…” “Or dad?” “…da….” Thinking about these different ways of calling his crappy father, Todoroki’s expression became more and more dark. Almost instantly, Izuku interrupted the two to stop their conversation. “Ah, of course!” Midoriya tried to salvage the situation, “Some families have different ways of calling their mom and dads, or maybe they would use their names directly!” “But calling them with their names would sound like a normal friend? The feeling of respect would become shallow I think.“ “You want me to call him properly? …..that’s something I can’t do.” Izuku stood there thinking of ways to revert the conversation topic back to normal, and ended up saying “Everyone can have their opinions on what to call others.” The three turned around the corner, but just as they did so, Todoroki suddenly halted. “Todoroki?” “I suddenly thought of something I have to do.” Seeing how Todoroki said his words, eyes unfocused, Izuku said, “Then, why don’t we split here. See you tomorrow!” “K.” ~~~ After separating from those two, Todoroki arrived at his mom’s hospital which had white and red columns. The visiting hours for the hospital was almost over but there were still a lot of people waiting at the lobby. Noticing that, Todoroki decided to take the elevator in a hurry to go up to the patient rooms. His eyes followed the lights on the elevator that graduating rose up and realized how nervous he actually was. He was anxious even though he knew he came up here many times already. This did not compare to the first time, however, when he was so rattled that his hands shook when reaching for the doorknob. As he strolled down the silent halls, he recognized the bleach smell that filled the air. From Stain’s incident, he went to another hospital and he thought “so, all hospitals have this same smell.” He recalled sleeping in that hospital after the incident with the other two and waking up in the middle of the night, cold sweat dripping down his face, and it was then that he thought about how horrible it was that his mom had to live in such conditions. “Shouto, that’s a surprise that you’re here today,” a voice came over the counter that he just passed. ….a surprise huh. “….hello,” Todoroki replied and he stopped midway. Originally, he wanted to ask the nurse when she said that it was a surprise for him to come today but a bell on the counter just rang and so he was interrupted. Gloving his hands back into his pocket, he could feel the notice from class. He continued walking, and after reliefing a light sigh, he opened the door. “……..mom.” “Shouto?” Sitting at the edge of the bed was his mother. Behind her was a window. She had on such gentle, soft rounded eyes that widened slightly. “Why do you look surprised mother?” “Ah…..it’s nothing. Come. Come sit.” She stood up and pulled a chair up to her son. Todoroki answered with a ‘un’ and sat down. His mother sat in front of him but didn’t move a muscle, eyes gawking at her son as if examining him. “….uh…mom?” Todoroki started feeling uncomfortable and shy now, wondering what his mother’s gaze meant. Quickly, his mom apologized and slowly shifted to sit at the edge. “You don’t have to apologize. I was just wondering if there was something weird on me that’s why you’re looking at me like that.” “No…its just that I don’t get to see you regularly…it feels like you’ve grown.” She started to stare at him again, making him feel awkward and he started to look downwards. A revelation arose. He realized that the nurse used the word “surprise” earlier because on regular school days he wouldn’t come. Today’s an exception. “Sorry for suddenly coming here.” “Don’t need to apologize, whenever you come, your mom will be happy.” Todoroki was happy that she said that. He swore before that he will save his mother from here and release her. Sitting in front of her, he also felt as though he returned to his childhood. “…………..” His fingers brushed against the notice again. Coming here so urgently albeit knowing that his mom wouldn’t be able to participate in the parent-teacher day, Todoroki knew he couldn’t help himself, subconsciously being pushed to come here, legs moving on their own. Should he tell her about that school event, or should he not? Seeing that her son wasn’t talking, Todoroki’s mom broke the silence and said, “That’s right, do you want something to drink?” “Oh…okay.” Todoroki stood up, expecting to buy his own drink outside. “I have prepared drinks, just open the fridge.” Hearing her said that, Todoroki went over to the table nearby and opened the fridge next t it. Inside were some green tea, soda and juice. There was also a yoghurt drink with a child-friendly, cute cow logo. “Shouto, when you were young, you used to love that drink, right? When I saw that in the store last time, I couldn’t help but to buy it.” Todoroki pursed his lips and didn’t mutter a word, brain totally blank. He had some memories of this drink but he knew he tried to forget about such memories long ago. Todoroki’s mom began to giggle a little seeing her son’s expression, “Ah…mother forgot that you are already a high school student….so I bought other drinks for you to choose. I wasn’t sure if you still like this yoghurt drink after so long……..” Inside Todoroki’s heart, a rush of happiness and warmth came. So his mom cared about him and thought about all this for him. “….then I will take this one.” He took the yoghurt drink and his mom cheerfully replied, “oh is that so.” The yoghurt drink didn’t have much of a taste, in fact, it was quite mild, but it was full of nostalgia. After he finished the drink, Todoroki playfully thumbed the drink and threw it away in the trashcan. The time they spent together from his childhood, those feelings will not suddenly rush out. Yet, the feeling and care they have for each other is something still kept within him after all this time. Because she was not there as he grew up, they can still feel the awkward atmosphere between them. Like always, his mother’s comfortable and gentle voice can still break that solemn feeling. “So how is school?” “mmm…” At that moment, Todoroki let out a sigh. He couldn’t think of anything else but the notice and again he felt unsettled. But if he were to let her know about it, it should be now! He still can’t say it though he kept repeating that inside. Todoroki’s mom waited for a long time for his response but none came. Her expression started to change to concern. Todoroki quickly said something so she won’t worry anymore. “Today in class we learned how to use a resuscitation device and we also went up the air in a helicopter.” “Wow, helicopter? Using such things!” Todoroki felt good noticing how surprised his mom was and continued, “Because heroes need to rescue people too. It’s part of their jobs.” “Yes that’s right.” “After, we learned how to use a rescue slide that goes from a higher place to the ground.” “uh huh…” “And then we learned how to use code to contact each other, that sort of a thing.” “Oh is that so.” “And….” Todoroki started to go on and on in a low voice. His mom kept watching him, a small smile slowly gracing her lips. “All Might also came, he helped teach the class.” “I remember back then when you were young, you loved All Might, right? But your father never allowed us to watch it so I secretly recorded it and we watched it together, remember that?” “mm.” For some reason, Todoroki knew he wanted to be a hero like All Might since young but without realizing it, Todoroki had kept that so deep within his heart and slowly he wiped that feeling away completely without a speck. While on this topic, Todoroki thought about Midoriya’s messed up hands, twisting unnaturally with lots of blood. “….there’s this guys named Midoriya.” “Ok.” When he first entered the school, he didn’t notice Midoriya, but during the villain invasion, he saw how he and All Might released super human strength. Todoroki saw how All Might would care about Midoriya and so during the sports festival, he wanted to fight Midoriya. Todoroki had always wanted to fight with only the side that his mother gave him, his right side. He saw how his father was super irritated by how Todoroki was still winning without using the left side and so Todoroki thought he had his revenge and won against his father. But when fighting Midoriya, who had so many injuries and still screaming at him about how “this is your power!”… That somehow hit him. Midoriya’s voice. Seeing how Midoriya was totally beat up but still kept fighting and running straight towards him. It was because of how much Midoriya respected and admired All Might, it allowed Todoroki to feel the same way deeply. It was at that moment that Todoroki forgot about everything. Forgot about his dad whom he hated so much. After forgetting everything, he was able to see himself and use the left side. “During the sports festival, I fought Midoriya and he ran towards me even though he was beat up.” “mm.” “…so I used my full power.” “…..mm.” “That was the first time I used my full power.” “…I see.” “Midoriya is strong.” Todoroki’s mom gave a smile, “I see you have made a good friend.” Todoroki nodded slowly, “…un.” “Mother, this is the newly washed clothes…..what? Shouto? Why are you here? How rare.” It was Todoroki’s sister, Fuyumi. Her appearance looks just like their mother’s and had a very joyful aura. “The second time….” “What?” “Nothing.” “Really? Okay, mom I’ll put the clothes in the closet.” “Thanks, I bothered you again.” “What, don’t so formal with me mother!” Fuyumi came in carrying the clothes and placed it into the wardrobe, and while doing that, she asked Todoroki, “Was there something that happened today?” “No.” Todoroki stood up, planning to throw the notice into the trash but as his body lifted, the paper fell out of his pocket. “What? What’s this?” “WAIT!” Fuyumi turned around after she placed the clothes, and picked up the paper to read it. “A notice about parent visiting day…?” “huh….” “…hey don’t just go looking at my things!!” “Oh….” Fuyumi’s face had a smile etched onto it but the irritating feeling that Todoroki felt for half the day suddenly came rushing back, though hearing his mother’s next words did not help. “Shouto…I’m sorry, your mom cannot go.” Seeing how sad his mother looked, Todoroki felt frantic. “No. I just wanted to tell you about it….don’t apologize…” Todoroki now regretted. If he knew earlier that his mom would feel this way he would have not came here. “Sorry…” “Shouto…” Todoroki said his apologies in a mumble and his mother scrunched her brows together in worry. “Ah… you two…” Fuyumi, who accidentally caused all of this, stood between the two to try and fix it. Abruptly, she came with a great idea and cried out, “RIGHT!” Fuyumi’s eyes lit up with energy. “How about I go to the parent visiting day!” “What, don’t you have to teach?” Fuyumi was a elementary school teacher. “Don’t worry, if it is family things, I can tell my work early and get half a day off. So, I will go to the parent visiting day and take a video and show mom! Isn’t this idea great?” Fuyumi was grinning widely making Todoroki speechless. “But this isn’t some elementary school sports day.” “Huh? So no video? Recently, there was a elementary school parent visiting day and all the parents were happily recording videos!” Todoroki wanted to refute by saying, “don’t mix high school with elementary school!” but his mother cut him off. “So…recording the video is not okay?” Todoroki’s mother looked very hopeful at first but now she had a shadow over her expression, Fuyumi noticed this and tried to raise the mood. Todoroki actually really hated videos and didn’t want to have recordings but he knew his mother was anticipating it and eally wanted it so he said, “…I’ll ask the school and see…” This was Todoroki’s way of negotiating. Afterwards, dinner was served and so Todoroki and Fuyumi had to leave. In the halls, Fuyumi began to speak. “Your teacher is Aizawa sensei right?’ “Yes…” “Why do you look so tired? Oh yeah, dad may be able to go….” “You DEFINITELY cannot tell him about this!!!” “Oh? but…’ "You can’t tell him!” Fuyumi watched as Todoroki’s expression became serious as he repeatedly objected her and so she said, “…okay..okay” Waiting for the elevator, Fuyumi could see Todoroki still frowning. “Do you hate videos that much? If you really don’t want to I won’t record anything.” That made Todoroki lift his head. “Yeah I don’t like to be recorded but I’m not thinking about that anymore!” “It’s not that?” “….I’m just thinking, if I didn’t come and tell mom about this, wouldn’t it have been better?” “Oh, so its about that issue!” A corner of Fuyumi’s lips tugged upwards and she reached her hand out to pat on her younger brother’s head. “What are you doing?!” “Listen. No parent would be sad knowing that their kids are working hard for them. Mom may be unable to go and feels like she owed you for it but you coming here to tell her makes her feel happy already. This is your first time telling her about parent visiting day.” Hearing Fuyumi’s explanation, Todoroki realized she was correct. Whether it was towards his mom or his dad, this was still the first time he told them about parent teacher day. “…..you are acting like a teacher.” “Well I am a teacher!!” Fuyumi stroke his head again lightly after hearing him saying it while hiding his shyness. The elevator announced its arrival with a sound and its doors opened. “Shouto are you not coming in? The door’s going to close.” Todoroki went in after his sister’s suggestion and had a thought in his mind. Even if it is quite embarrassing, he will still endure the video taping because that small deed would make his mom happy.

#boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #iida tenya #bnha #mha #my hero academia #bnha light novel translations #my translations #bnha light novel

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Despacito

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Semi-Medieval, Pirates Era and Aftermath of Civil War.

Prompt: You haven’t meet Bucky but idolized him since you were a child from the stories of your parents. Bucky returned from being captured by the people from Hydra and King Rogers held a masquerade ball for the return of his best friend and you’re invited on it.

|I got to tell you something guys, I don’t really like Bucky that much. But since most of the people on tumblr likes him so I ask, why not? Also this would be semi-Medieval. Thought I’ll do something new! To be honest I didn’t quite like this since I CAN’T COMPLETELY EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED but when I finished editing (Which was weirdly fast.) I appreciated it a little bit. My thesaurus wasn’t working and there’s no Wi-Fi atm when I did this story so sorry! Anyways hoped you like it!

| WARNING: CONFUSING |

You haven’t met this man before, longhaired and piercing eyes. Just glancing at him can make you feel intimidated. Is it because he has the status as being the lone king of the pirates? Might be for the other people but for you, he is the type of man that yearned for love behind his façade. Something about him makes you feel connected at him even though you just meet him now.

Today, King Steve Rogers of the Northland held a party for the celebration on James Buchanan Barnes return. He was known as Bucky, the Lost Soldier of the Sea. The people in the discarded island known as Hydra when he was fighting for the Northland captured him. The people were happy that he was back, for you? You were ecstatic, your parents told you a lot about him. To be exact, he was your childhood hero and you can’t admit that you had a puppy crush on him.

“The theme would be Masquerade, requested by the King.”

Sam Wilson, best known as his battlefield name Falcon announced. He is known as the left hand of King Rogers as Bucky was known to be the right hand. The females scurried off, wailing and sobbing about not finding the right dress and masks as the males were distressed about their salaries and having not enough money to buy their suits.

“Ah, (Y/N).”

Wanda Maximoff, known as Scarlet Witch. She held great power in the battlefield, as she was a sorcerer; she was supposedly in the Southland where the wealthy King Tony Stark governed. Unfortunately, she didn’t like the rules that was set on that land and fled with Clint Barton. The King of Archery in battlefield and serves King Rogers, best known as Hawkeye. Speaking of him, he was beside Wanda smiling sheepishly and awkwardly waving. You weren’t really that close to him. But to Wanda. You treated her like the twin sister you never had.

“We have a surprise for you.” Clint grinned as he scratched the back of his neck. You stared at them confusedly and that’s when you feel a gloved hand covered your sightings. You heard a man giggled and you felt in glee as you uncovered your eyes and gawked at the sight.

“Peter!” you embraced the young man as he returned it.

Peter Parker, alias name is Spiderman. He is one of King Stark’s best soldiers; he was cursed to have the abilities of a spider when he was a child. He didn’t know it until he was took in by your mother, May and father Ben.

“Long time no see bug.” He spans you around and landed you gently on the rocky ground. “Wait,” you stared at him “Does this mean…?”

“Yes, King Stark would be attending the party.”

King Tony Stark of the Southland. Unlike King Rogers’s kingdom, which is only managed by the king himself. King Stark has the help of some few people that his residents voted at.

“Glad that the Iron dude would be here, he got any gifts? Iron again? How about gold, we need that.” Sam engaged in the conversation abruptly with Natasha Romanoff trailing behind. “Not going to happen,” Natasha puts her hand on her hip averted his gaze at Clint, giving in a small smile “Hey.”

“Nice seeing you again,” Clint laughed. Natasha Romanoff, known as the Black Widow. One of the soldiers of King Stark, she is the main spy in his troop of army.

“Vision!” Wanda rushed in to give the robot a big hug. No one knew how the robot was made except for three people. They haven’t seen such advanced technology made rather than cannons that was found in Hydra. Vision was known to be one of the strongest, agile and enhanced knights at the South, serving for the better and loyal to King Stark. He embraced back and smiled at the form of greeting made by Wanda.

Peter smirked and averted his attention towards you. “So where’s the ant dude anyway?”

"The man went to his family for the time being,” Sam sighed, “The poor man needs time to heal after the War happened. Anyways how’s Rhodey and the Panther guy?”

“Well, King Stark has been by his side all day after the fall incident but he’s fine now. He’ll be able to join the ball and T’Challa returned to his kingdom, he wouldn’t be in the event sadly.” Clint glared at the members of the South. Guilt creeping in, “My bad, sorry.”

“Nonsense.”

The group including you twirled around to find both of the Kings together with their most worthy soldiers beside them. King Stark smirked at the acknowledgement he was getting as you and the others arched your back and bowed while King Rogers just face palmed in annoyance at the other King. “No need to bow for now. I told you that you should just bow when in front of other villagers! This is embarrassing.”

“Now, now Capsicle. Don’t you like the attention we’re getting?”

“Please just stitch your mouth.”

You and the others stood and watched the childish argument in amusement. It’s not any other day you see two Lord-like beings disputing each other in a foolish way since you were just a mere engineer unlike your adopted brother and his and your companions. While watching as the two males fight while Rhodey, the War Machine that stood beside King Stark tried desperately to cease the fight. You noticed a male that you’ve never meet before, longhaired and piercing eyes. Just looking at him can make your knees shook. He had this certain aura around him that you can’t pin point. His facial expression makes you think that he doesn’t care at all on what’s happening around him.

He observed the crowd of heroes and landed his eyes on you, taking note on how you were the only one staring back at him. He frowned then returned to look around who is around.

You sulked at the gesture, how rude you thought.

“Anyways, the reason I’m here it’s because I’m introducing my best friend that helped me through out the years in sailing.” King Rogers smiled and directed his thumb at the man beside him. “His name is---“

You couldn’t believe what just happened as Wanda styled your hair. “I COULDN’T BELIEVE THAT HE WAS THE SEA SOLDIER!” Wanda manipulated another rubber and made it land on her hand and proceeded to do your hair.

“I THOUGHT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HANDSOME AND COOL LIKE MY PARENTS TOLD ME!”

“Now, now (Y/N). There’s no reason to call him not attractive, after all he’s a ladies man.” Wanda chortled as Natasha applied on a lipstick. “Don’t joke on me Wanda! Also he’s so rude for God’s sake, how could that be a ladies man?!”

It was a fact when you stated that he was rude, when you were walking around at the market place, which was filled with people and you are trying to find Wanda his body collided with you and left as if nothing happened and didn’t even apologized, you also took notice on how he has a covered basket beside him. There’s also one time when you’re going in the bakery store to buy some flour as requested by Natasha, just when you were supposed to open the door the pirate roughly exited the room as the door smacked your face. He even made an eye contact yet he didn’t say a simple “Sorry" and rushed out while you were rubbing your bleeding nose. Fortunately it didn’t broke. Now, the one person you idolized so much is now just an annoying fly to you.

“Well, talk to Natasha about that. She dated him.” You instantly turned your head on your right, not minding the call of Wanda as two of the pins fall off of your hair. “You dated that grouchy man?”

Natasha didn’t hesitated to answer as she puts on one of her earrings “Yes. Only for three months. He’s not like how you described him to be.”

You grumbled incoherent words as Wanda only snickered. “Well, he’s a kind man if you try to know him. Take this ball as a chance, though it might be hard since we’ll all be wearing masks.”

“Pfft,” you rolled your eyes “Not a chance.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going with my dear brother.” You smugly said and wore the mask you made that complimented your dress as Wanda finished the last touches on your hair.

“What?”

“Sorry bug.” Peter smiled and left with Mary Jane leaving you alone as your other friends left. Natasha is with Bruce and Wanda is with Vision.

There are a lot of people in the castle, every one of them in check. People were having fun dancing with their partner; no one is alone except you. While wandering you found a waiter bringing foods and champagne around so you took one drink. Nothing to do, you emerged out of the castle and entered the back of it which lead to a beautiful view of the ocean and the night sky full of stars. You couldn’t help but love this part of the land something about it was enchanting. You grinned and placed the wine glass down and took off your heels while launching down the rocky shore. Feeling free from the world. In every step you could hear the sound of the music playing from the indoors decreasing.

You could hear the waves and the salty water scent hits your nose. You sat down near the sea and admired the view of the constellations and the calming hums of the ocean. Something about this place reminded you something but you couldn’t pin point it. While you were engrossed in your thoughts heard someone sitting beside you.

“Nice view right?”

The person is a man in a suit; his hair in a man bun and his mask’s design was gorgeous. You nod, not entirely trusting this man. Though to you, he has this presence that was rather familiar.

“Mind dancing?” He stared at you his eyes were ice blue. He stood and held out his hand. Something about that gesture made your head ache a little but you reassured yourself and took the hand as he pulled you up. He placed your hand on his nape and puts his hand behind you. His other hand took yours, conjoining it. He led the slow paced dance while humming a song that you were familiar with.

“What are you singing?” he only smiled a toothy one.

“You will know.”

Suddenly you could hear the music from the castle clear.

Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote Tengo que bailar contigo hoy (DY) Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome Muéstrame el camino que yo voy (Oh)

He lead the dance suddenly into a face paced one and adding a mix of touches and salsa, “Hey!” you were flustered, as you didn’t know how to dance on this type of music only slow ones but surprisingly. Your body led you to the beat, shocking you completely. You weren’t the dancing type of girl to say at least.

Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (Oh yeah)

Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro

You wouldn’t admit it but you were enjoying the moment. Chuckling here and there while looking at your partner who is in the same condition with you.

“Sing with me.” He said suddenly which made you gape in confusement.

“Despacito.” He began. The song was really familiar to you and you couldn’t help but hum along and then openly sang as well. Your mind was giving you the words to say in melody, surprising you once again.

Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube)

(Sube, sube) Quiero ver bailar tu pelo Quiero ser tu ritmo Que le enseñes a mi boca Tus lugares favoritos (favoritos, favoritos baby)

You chanted the lyrics along with him until the song ended.

“Despacito.”

You heard Sam’s voice echoing saying to take off the mask now. You and the mysterious man looked once again and untied the masks.

It shocked you who to see your partner’s face.

“Bucky?” your eyes were wide as a saucer.

“(Y/N), I have something to say.”

“How did you know my name? We haven’t even made a proper conversation until now!” you backed, the sand somehow calming your aggression a little.

“(Y/N), I know you before and one thing I want you to know is that I love you.”

“What?!” he smiled, his eyes showing the opposite. It held sadness, “I need to go now. I just want you to know that I’m going to Hydra tomorrow and I need to see you once again there. Promise me please.”

“I don’t understand…”

He moved forward and kissed you, you felt butterflies in your stomach. It was a short, meaningful kiss. When you stared at his eyes, it was no longer blue but it is now warm brown.

“Be safe.” He smiled then backed away and walked towards the opposite direction of the castle. You were left in trance and your mind was full of questions. When you were brought back to reality, you tried to call out for him and maybe follow him to demand questions but his trail of footprints were nowhere to be seen.

“God, Bucky is such a douchebag.” You grumbled while biting on one of the Turkish delight snacks that you bought from the bakery store, this snack was far by one of your favorites. “There you go again,” Wanda sheepishly pinpointed while she was drinking coffee.

“I heard that Bucky would be going to Hydra in a few minutes by now.” Natasha said while biting off plain bread. You choked at the thought; you remembered that Bucky said that you should meet him, which you didn’t know the reason behind.

“Hey are you okay?” Wanda initiated.

“Yeah, I just remember that I need to feed my cattle. I’m just going to buy food in a few minutes.” You responded, took your pouch and rushed outside, running towards the shore where the on-going boats decked are.

“Weird, she doesn’t have a cattle.” Wanda sighed and proceeded to steal some of your snack that was left. Natasha only smiled.

“BUCKY!”

The crowd ceased down and stared at you weirdly while the man that you called looked at you strangely as if he didn’t knew you. “What?” he countered and embarrassment floods you mixing with anger. How could he be all right after he just kissed you yesterday you thought. Now that you realized, you didn’t knew what to say and everyone is looking at you since you just yelled for attention at one of the most intimidating man in the land. To them it was an act for a death wish making you gulp

“Uh, eh… When you get back maybe, tea sometime?” you stammered “And augh, be safe!”

You proceeded to push towards the crowd in embarrassment. “Why did I even do that?!” you panted as you stopped in front the bakery store, your heart was pounding. “But I just noticed, why is his eyes are blue?”

Meanwhile at the boat, one of the passengers nictate his eyes at the scene and confronted his captain. “Do you know that lass?”

Bucky only smiled, remembering the catastrophic moment. “Didn’t knew that girl but maybe I’ll know her in the future just like she said.”

Around the enormous rock that was near at the Lone Soldier’s boat there was a cloaked man watching the scene, his face beaming at the act that happened. He then entered the forest that lead to an isolated shore. Basket in hand, his destination ended in front of a gravestone. He removed the covers as the sweet Turkish delight can be seen and set it in front of the gravestone.

“It’s been years, right? I brought your favorite sweet once again.” He brought out his hand to see it slowly fading. He frowned, “I’m slowly fading…”

“Well at least my other self would get to grow old with you now.” He choked in tears. “I’m coming now (Y/N).” He wiped his tears off, as there are only few parts that weren’t part of the air yet.

“Despacito all right.”

With one last breath, the longhaired man with piercing eyes was gone.

On the gravestone, it carved:

“(Y/N) (L/N)”.

||The story was confusing I know but I was thinking, should I do a prequel thing that describes what happen before this? Let me know guys! Also if I do add one, who would want to be tagged?

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #x reader #reader insert #despacito #pirate #medieval #civil war #au #avengers x reader #avenger x reader #avengers

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flashback, at night, young Silas, newly crowned king, wanders around a darkened office building, plagued with insomnia. He’s shirtless, and his muscular body is decorated with scars. He steps by a window, the CrossGen sign shining bright beside him (he’s in the CrossGen building). He looks out at his palace, under construction, and smiles a little self-satisfied smile, “Fuck you and your tallest building in Shiloh, Alister.” Behind him, an office door opens, and a bean of light cuts through the darkness. Young Thomasina hurries out to get something. Silas turns around and sees her, “You can’t be here because of insomnia, too.” Thomasina nearly jumps out of her skin, startled. She looks over at Silas, and a second look of shock comes over her, “Your majesty!” Silas, “I see you’re not a janitor. Is there a reason you’re still here, working so late?” Thomasina, “I- I was putting some final touches on the seating arrangement for your coronation ball,” she looks down at her watch, “I knew I would be working late tonight, but I lost track of time!” Silas, “I admire the dedication.” Thomasina, “Thank you, sir.” Silas, “You’ll have to forgive me, I’m not as good at remembering names as Rose is…” Thomasina, “Thomasina Bright.” Silas, “You’re on Rose’s staff, right?” Thomasina, “Yes, sir, I am. I’ve done some event planning for the Cross family in the past, but never something of this scale. Never something this important. I intend to do my job as well as I possibly can. This is historic.” Silas, “I’m sure you’ll do a wonderful job. You know,” he thinks for a moment, “I’m not going to be running my government out of the CrossGen building for much longer. That palace over there,” he points out the window, “Is going to need an operations director. Have you considered the position?” Thomasina, “I’m just a party planner!” Silas, “Well, what do you think government is? It’s just one big party that never ends.” Thomasina laughs, flattered. Silas, “I need dedicated employees, ones who are willing to serve long, hard hours. I don’t know very many people outside of the army. That makes it very hard for me to fill the more domestic positions in the palace. Of course, I trust Rose will do a good job, but, I still know my own needs better than she does. I need someone who can make sure I get my coffee in the morning. If you’re willing to do this much work on just a seating arrangement, I am very curious to see what else you’d be willing to do for me.” Thomasina, “Perhaps just a secretarial position would be better.” Silas, “Why not? It’s a very important and influential job. Someone has to make sure the king gets his coffee on time.” Thomasina’s shoulders droop, “I- I have other obligations at home.” Silas looks down at her hand, “I see you’re married.” Thomasina, “Yes, I am, but- my husband is active duty, and-” she thinks for a moment, “I have other duties. I really can’t make a habit of this. I’m sorry to disappoint you.” Silas, “I understand. But I am disappointed. I’ll have my driver take you home whenever you’re ready.” Thomasina, “Thank you, your majesty.”

Night time, Thomasina gets out of a limousine in front of a shabby townhouse. She climbs up the stoop, unlocks the front door, and goes inside. Once she closes the door behind her, her mother, Delia, appears behind her, holding a gun. Delia wears a dissheveled nightgown, and her hair is a mess, “You’re not getting in this house!” Thomasina turns around, “Mama! It’s me, Thomasina!” Delia lowers the gun, “Good thing you’re home. The Phils are coming, baby.” Behind Delia appears Thomasina’s sister, Julia, “Finally, you’re home!” Thomasina, “Why do you let her keep that gun?” Julia, “It’s unloaded, and it’s the only thing that keeps her calm!” Thomasina, “It’s gonna get her killed.” Delia, “Nobody’s killing me! I’m defending my home!” Thomasina, “Let’s get you to bed, Mama.” Julia, “I put her to bed but you woke her up coming home so late.” Thomasina, “I told you, I’m doing important work!” Julia, “Planning a ball isn’t important work.” Thomasina, “I met King Silas! I talked to him!” Julia, “Well, unless he can pay for a full-time nurse, he’s not doing us much good,” she turns to Delia, “Come on, Mama, let’s get you back to bed.”

A reporter looks around the lobby of the palace. Thomasina approaches him, “Hello, are you Mr. Lannister?” Reporter, “Yes, I am.” Thomasina extends her hand, “Thomasina Bright, palace operations manager. I understand you’re doing a piece about King Silas.” Reporter, “Yes, I am. I’ve been rather curious about what set of circumstances would have produced a king, so I’ve been looking into his family and childhood. Might I be able to speak with his majesty?” Thomasina, “King Silas is very, very busy, and an official biography has been published.” Reporter, “Yes, I understand, but as a journalist, I found some parts of the biography, well, lacking. I’m particularly interested in details about King Silas’s father, Chris Benjamin-” Thomasina, “Christopher Benjamin was a well-respected war hero, who unfortunately died before seeing his son crowned.” Reporter, “As did the king’s mother, Suzanne Benjamin.” Thomasina, “It was a tragic car accident.” Reporter, “I found an autopsy report, and I would like to speak to His Majesty about some of the detail.” Thomasina gives Reporter a long, appraising look, “I will have to ask King Silas.”

In Silas’s office, Silas sits quietly and seriously at his desk as Thomasina explains, “He says he has information about your father.” Silas, “What kind of information?” Thomasina, “He said he had an autopsy report.” Silas looks up at her, “I’m not speaking to him. I’m not speaking to anyone.” Thomasina, “Very well sir.” She turns to leave, but Silas speaks up, “If you could-” he pauses and thinks for a moment, “I’d rather this story not get published. Perhaps you can dissuade the reporter.” Thomasina, “I’ll do my best.”

Thomasina returns to the reporter, “I’m afraid King Silas has declined your interview.” Reporter, “Ah, too bad. This is his one chance to give his side of the story. If he should feel like giving a quote-” Thomasina interrupts him, “This story won’t be published.” Reporter looks at her oddly, “I beg your pardon?” Thomasina, “King Silas’s is still new and on unstable ground. I can’t in good conscience allow for anything to happen that might further destabilize it.” Reporter, “I’m just looking for the truth. You make it sound like Silas is hiding something.” Thomasina, “King Silas has pulled this country out of unimaginable darkness and chaos. To undermine him is to bring that chaos back. Anyone who harms our king harms our country.” Reporter, “Liberty will never be afraid of the truth.” Thomasina, “Where are you from?” Reporter, “I beg your pardon?” Thomasina, “Where are you from?” Reporter, “Jezreel.” Thomasina laughs, dismissively, “Of course you are. You’ve never had your home taken over by Gath soldiers, have you?” Reporter, “I know enough about Silas Benjamin to know that he isn’t the savior he parades himself as.” Thomasina, “You don’t know Silas Benjamin like I do.”

Reporter types away at his desk- spread around him are photocopies of autopsy reports and newspaper articles. An editor approaches him, “Lannister, I’d like to speak with you in the conference room.” Cut to: and Editor and a Publisher stare down Reporter. Editor, “Lannister, I’ve gotten some disturbing reports about how you find your stories.” Reporter, confused, “I- what?” Editor, “Have you ever fabricated a story?” Reporter, “What? No!” Publisher, “I received a call yesterday from several of the men you quoted in your article about drug use among veterans- all claiming that you paid them to let you use their names.” Reporter, “I would never do that! I have always adhered to the strictest code of journalistic ethics!” Editor, “These allegations have forced us to re-evaluate your current project, the one about king Silas’s parents.” Reporter holds up a folder full of papers, “I have right here a copy of Christopher Benjamin’s autopsy report and several newspaper accounts- he was driving drunk, with his wife in the passenger seat, when he drove into oncoming traffic! He killed himself, his wife, and an innocent mother and two of her children!” Editor, “I called the Temperance medical examiner’s office- no such autopsy report exists.” Reporter, “No, no, no, I saw it! I held it in my hands!” Publisher, “You’ve disgraced our entire publication, Mr. Lannister. We can no longer employ you, especially if you seek to publish slander about our nation’s king.” Reporter, “This isn’t slander!” Publisher, “You have ten minutes to gather your belongings, and security will escort you from the building.”

Two security guards walk reporter out to his car, which is being towed. Reporter, “Oh you have got to be fucking me right now!” Tow truck guy, “I’m sorry Mr. Lannister, your car’s being repossessed.” Reporter, “That I know is bullshit, I have paid every single one of my bills on time, I am extremely careful about my finances!” Tow truck guy, “Sorry, but the order I got has your name and license number on it, so I gotta take your car. Talk to your bank. Maybe they screwed something up.” Reporter, “How am I supposed to get home?” Security guy, “I’ll spot you for bus fare.” Cut to: Reporter awkwardly sits on a city bus, his heavy box of stuff in his lap. Cut to: in his small, messy apartment, Reporter argues on the phone, “I don’t understand- how can my assets be frozen? If I were committing fraud, I would be making my paycheck a lot bigger than it is! Yes, I would like to speak to a manager (pause) Next month? I can’t fucking wait a month! I have to feed myself! I’m coming down there right now, and- no I am not making threats! What? You have to- SON OF A BITCH!” he slams the phone down in rage and rubs his forehead. He sits for a moment, head in his hands, horrified and dismayed. There’s a knock at the door. Reporter stomps over and wrenches the door open, “What do you want?!” On the other side stands a pretty, demure blonde, Nancy, “Vince?” Reporter, “Oh my god, Nancy!” Nancy, “I heard about your termination- something’s wrong. I know you never lied.” Reporter, “I think I know what’s going on. It’s because of my story about King Silas’s parents. They’re trying to discredit me. I’m not going to let that happen.” Nancy, “How about I take you for a nice dinner, first? You look like you could use some food. I’ll pay.” Reporter, “You’re an angel, Nance.”

Nighttime, Nancy drives Reporter home, “Even if they discredit me, I still have the evidence.” A siren sounds, and Nancy pulls over to let a fire truck pass. Reporter, “Thanks for the dinner. I don’t know when I’ll be able to re-pay you, but I promise, I will re-pay you.” Nancy, “Are they… is that truck headed towards your apartment building?” Cut to: Reporter stands in front of his burning apartment building, horrified, as a firefighter talks to him, “Gas line explosion.” Wordlessly, Reporter looks over at the other people. He notices a lone woman leaning against a car, calmly smoking a cigarette. Thomasina. Reporter, “You- YOU!” Thomasina looks at him, and smirks, “King Silas’s new infrastructure project can’t come fast enough.” She stubs out her cigarette and walks off.

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