#you're really scrawny and you have no muscle can you even punch people i'll teach you how to punch people

[achairwithapandaonit]

when i finish writing my nejire-centric nejire and izuku senpai and kohai fic it’s all over for u people. emotionally. because writing nejire was sad somehow

anywayyy here are some snippets, because this fic is really fun to write and i’ve enjoyed working out how to characterise nejire,

Nejire Hado. Second year. Best friends with Mirio Togata and Tamaki Amajiki. They’re all very good with their quirks, though they didn’t place well in the recent sports festival.

When Nejire’s quirk first manifested, she couldn’t get a handle on it at all.

Wave Motion was volatile, setting off whenever she jumped up and down or waved her hands about in excitement. What followed afterwards was days full of sleep and worried adults catching her hands and bunching them into fists to keep the spiraling energy at bay.

“You can’t keep moving your hands like that,” Mama said one day, her bigger hands wrapped around Nejire’s. “I’m sorry, Nejire. I know you’re excited, but until we can get you to see a quirk counsellor, we’ll just have to be careful.”

Arms behind her back, hands clasping at her wrists - even now it’s a habit.

/

“Hey, hey, hey,” Nejire says, leaning around the corner of a building to catch a look at the fight going on in the alleyway. “What’re you doing that for? Why are you bullying that kid? That doesn’t seem very nice, you know. Maybe you should stop.”

It’s still bright and school let out a little while ago. 

Nejire had wanted to hang out with Mirio and Amajiki because even after a year having friends is still new and amazing. She really likes them both and they’re so weird and so much better than all her old classmates who were normal and not like her at all.

But Mirio’s grandma is visiting today. 

Nejire had wanted to come and meet her, and she’s pretty sure Mirio would have let her, but her classmates had taken her aside and said, “Those things are just for family, you know. It’s really cute that you want to join, but you have to think about others, Hado-chan.”

She’d smiled at them and said, “Oh, right! I get it now!”

She hadn’t gotten it, and she’d sat in a bathroom stall at lunch and cried more than a little. And when Mirio asked if she wanted to come see his grandma with him and Amajiki, she’d said that, actually, her mama wanted her home early today.

Mirio had frowned. He and Amajiki had both been disappointed.

Her classmates were wrong, probably.

/

“You okay?” Nejire asks, holding out a hand, ignoring the pained groaning behind her. She leans in, almost nose to nose with the kid. “You’re not seriously hurt, right? Do those guys hit hard? They didn’t really get a chance to hit me. They’re so weak. Hey, you’re looking a little pale. Are you oka-”

The kid squeaks. His cheeks flush.

Nejire blinks and waits.

“Y-y-y-you’re- the- UA-” he gets out. “Y-you’re- from the sports festival! You have an amazing quirk!”

It really seems to take a lot to say it, but as soon as it’s out the kid can’t seem to stop, flushing and mumbling and stuttering.

“T-the way you used it was s-so cool! A-and- Wow! I can’t believe- I mean,” A bruised hand wrestles through his hair. “You’re so cool and your quirk is so cool and I can’t believe I get to meet you! This- this- i-it-it’s so-”

The kid stops and gasps for breath, hands grasping at his chest.

“Woah!” Nejire says, impressed. “You talk a lot. Are you always like this?”

/

Izuku is really weird, which makes him interesting. Nejire doesn’t like normal people so much. She either gets to the end of her questions quickly and gets bored, or they snap at her for being too pushy.

While Izuku is twitchy and shifty, he answers all of her questions happily and even asks some of his own in between his mumbling.

“Is chocolate okay? Or do you like strawberry? Hey, what’s your favourite ice cream flavour?” Nejire asks once they get to the ice cream place.

Izuku fumbles with his hands, eyes cast to the ground. “I, uh...I like...uhm, well, anything is fine…”

“Which one’s your favourite, though?”

“M-matcha,” Izuku squeaks.

Nejire nods. “I don’t really like that flavour, but Mirio likes it - he likes lots of things. It’s too bitter for me, though, and Amajiki likes weird flavours, like squid ink and octopus.”

“A-Amajiki and M-M-Mirio?” Izuku asks, his eyes lighting up. “From the sports festival?”

“Yep!” Nejire says, popping the ‘p’. “They’re my friends!”

Just as she’s hoping, Izuku starts rambling about the two boys. It’s a great topic, cause Nejire knows a lot about them and Izuku wants to know about them and Nejire likes talking about the things she knows lots about.

/

She finishes off her ice cream (strawberry. She doesn’t have a favourite flavour, though most people do and that’s super interesting) and lets the spoon fall into her bowl with a clatter. Izuku pauses mid-sentence, spoon full of green ice cream held half-way to his mouth. He blinks.

“I’ve decided,” Nejire beams. “Let’s be senpai and kohai!”

The flustered wail that Izuku lets out is loud.

#this just in nejire is my favourite character now #and her relationship with izuku and their dynamic is beautiful even if it only exists in my head and writing #also im sure their classmates being like 'hey nejire don't bother mirio' will become a plot point #in which mirio beams at them and threatens to rearrange their internal organs #and amajiki tells them off while hiding his face against every available surface including nejire's shoulder and mirio's chest #because oh god he's talking to people this is the worst thing that's ever happened to him #anyway i can't wait for izuku to be like everyone calls me weak ): ): and nejire to be like well you are weak #you're really scrawny and you have no muscle can you even punch people i'll teach you how to punch people #bnha #mha #nejire hado #midoriya izuku