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THIS IS THE TWEET FOR THE NIGHT
I've been thinking about the AU where Inko finds Tenko after her kills his family and saves him and let me tell you...I love it. 100/10, she could've saved them. But, that's also made me think about an AU where Inko is pretty young, like early to mid 20's, and encounters the full-grown league of villains and they go "yeah, alright, this'll work for now".
It's after Magne dies, so the group is sorely lacking in a big sister/any other older female figure, and you cannot convince me these men know how to look after themselves, much less a teenage girl, so all of them combined have a total of like, three life skills and almost kill each other the second Kurogiri vanishes. So, when younger Inko comes along and maybe gives one of them advice at the store on not buying a bag of half-rotten produce or just does something to endear herself to Toga or one of the other members, they just pick her up off the street and take her back to their hideout. It's kidnapping, really, but they need a big sister and this one seems good yeah.
I don't know where Izuku is in all of this because obviously he wouldn't stand for his momma getting kidnapped but also, the ages don't quite line up. I'm thinking maybe she either had a teen pregnancy or she adopted Izuku young because he was the son of a sibling or a relative, idk, but I think it'd be hilarious to have something like this:
Izuku: (Panicking, sobbing, running around like a chicken with his head cut off with the rest of UA because his mom is missing and someone saw her get swooped up by one of the league members and they still haven't gotten a ransom note yet) She must be so scared! I'm sorry mom!!
Inko: (Exasperated) No, Spinner you can't cut a tomato like that, you'll lob your fingers off.
Spinner: (grumbling) Isn't cooking supposed to be a woman's job?
Inko: (Brandishing a very sharp cooking knife because dull knives are more dangerous than sharp ones)...you want to try that again?
Spinner: (gulps) Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am.
Inko: Cooking is a life skill and something everyone should be able to do, here, let me show you again.
...Anyway, I think it'd be super funny and cute and I kinda want to write it.
Tonight's blabber is brought to you by sleep deprivation and my desire to ignore it long enough to try to get my sleep schedule back on track. Drink your electrolytes when you're out in the sun for long periods of time kids, even if you don't feel thirsty, don't be me.
Lizzy's MHA Ramble of the Evening (I need a shorter title for these things): Why I think Toga's death was one of the best in the series.
Now, before I begin, I have to say that as an author, I think that her dying was a good choice since it seems so authentic to her character and I can’t see an end where she’d be happy being captured. Over and over again, she shows us that she's only going to do what she wants. It makes the whole scene so much more impactful, because it shows us how much Ochaco's words really meant to her. We know from over the course of the series that Himiko doesn't do shit she doesn't want to, that's the whole point of her being in the league. So, her sacrificing herself because she wanted to just feels so right and satisfying from an author standpoint, it's the kind of development I die for. Could it have been better? Probably! But that’s a thought for another time.
...But, as a fan, it hurts my heart so much. Toga was another character, much like Bakugo, that I hated so much in the beginning yet grew to love by the end. Her story hits home for me for several reasons, but mostly because it not only shows the importance of finding people who don't ask you to be someone else for their comfort, but also inspires us to be that person for someone else.
You see, love is a funny thing, mostly because it's never the same twice. Be it platonic, romantic, familial or friend, it's never something I think we'll fully understand. However, I do believe this:
Himiko Toga was never truly loved before she ended up in the league.
I don't necessarily mean romantic love here, by the way, I feel like I should say that. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but I don't really think that's what matters here anyway.
We see at the end of Toga's fight with Ochaco where she gives the hero her blood that she ponders what she would've done if she'd found love sooner, love that made her want to give and not take. I think that tells us a lot about the love she received before she left. She was under the impression that love was all take, take, take, and I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that's because that was the only kind of "love" she ever received.
That is, until Ochaco came along and offered up herself, even when she didn't have to. Like Himiko tells her, Ochaco could've killed her and she would've been in the right, but she doesn't. Instead of demanding something from Toga like everyone else had done, Ochaco offered a part of herself at no cost. She didn't expect anything back, she didn't ask for anything back, she didn't even tell her to stop, she just offered her wrist and said "please, tell me everything".
She doesn't apologize, she doesn't beg, she levels with Toga as a person and shows her what love actually is. And what does Himiko do with that? She turns around and gives it back. Even though she could've let Ochaco die and moved on, creating an easier world for her to live in, she didn't. I think that's the magic of love, as cheesy as it sounds, the second she got a taste of what it truly was she realized it was worth dying for.
In a lot of ways, love is a sacrifice, a piece of yourself you never expect to get back. But, sometimes, when you find those people who love you as much as you love them, they take your love and give you theirs.
Love is a lot of things. It makes you happy, it makes you sad, it makes you safe, and sometimes it forces you to be a little uncomfortable while you face things you didn't want to face. To love someone is to make them happy yes, but it's also to help them realize that it's okay to not be okay. Love is beautiful, but it hurts sometimes.
No one forced Himiko to give her life for Ochaco's, she didn't do it out of a warped sense of duty or because it's what she was supposed to do, she did it because for once in her life she found someone worth giving to instead of taking from.
Himiko died, but she died how she lived, doing exactly what she wanted to, and I don't think she'd have wanted it any other way.
In a way, Ochaco did save her, just like Izuku saved Tomura, even if it wasn't the way they intended to.
Okay I HAVE to go to bed because I can't keep my eyes open so hopefully that all made sense, farewell all and if anyone has any fix-it fanfics with Himiko please recommend because my heart hurts after writing that.
I sent this to my brother because he’s the one who got me into MHA, and I’d like to reenact our conversation for everyone.
Me: *send the picture*
Bro: YES PLEASE
Bro: Stupid meme heroes
Me: If I were saved by someone named the Rizzler I’d just do throw myself back at the villain
Bro: What if the hero was also named the sizzler
Bro: *Rizzler
Me: Then I’d just find a cliff
And I’d have no regrets, Deku was really out here doing the Lord’s work by keeping those names off the streets.
The frustrating thing about MHA having fantastic heroes and villains is that you want the heroes to win, but also, you want the villains to, but they can’t both and, like, hm, but the villains are kinda in the wrong morality wise but they have some solid points–and mostly you just think they’re cool–but you love most of the heroes just as much and I want my son to be so happy since that’s what he deserves and it’s…a lot. Mixed emotions. Lots of feels. I just want everyone to succeed.
See this is what happens when I don’t sleep at night.
Honestly, I have yet to read/see a solid AU where the villains win, but most of the heroes survive and we get to see the world under their control. How is this a solution to the aforementioned problem?? I have no idea, I’m still figuring that part out. I’d imagine it’d be dark, but as long as it’s done right I might be okay with that.
Anywho, I need a nap. Maybe the solution will come to me in my dreams.
An Exercise In Futility
(This is a snippet of a little one-shot I've been working on between assignments about Yoichi and AFO because I've been inspired by several works about them recently. It's set in a semi-alternate world where Yoichi has a terminal lung condition and hasn't quite realized that his brother is a complete psychopath on the rise to power yet. They are brothers, but AFO (named Hisashi here because I got tired of just writing him as 'brother') is a few years older than Yoichi in this piece. I don't think there are any necessary warnings yet, maybe just talk of terminal illness and potential death, but there will be later if I post the rest of it. So, for now, enjoy!)
...
Futility was a funny word, one Yoichi was well acquainted with, even at the ripe age of sixteen.
Maybe that was because it was one his brother, Hisashi, had been fond of. He had a habit of slipping it into half of the monologues he went on, the ones that made Yoichi’s eyes glaze over and his mind wander. When he was younger, he used to keep count of how many times his brother slipped it into conversation. He stopped as soon as he reached the two hundreds and realized the word wasn’t going anywhere like some of the others had.
“It’s just an exercise in futility, brother,” He’d say. “Look at them, they don’t realize how useless their struggling is.”
And then Yoichi would smile and nod as he sat on the edge of his brother’s massive desk and kicked his legs, wondering if he’d ever be tall enough to reach the floor. He’d learned growing up with Hisashi that the man rarely wanted his actual opinion, just an ear to listen as he ranted about the state of the world. Yoichi was good at that. It was the least he could do for his older brother, his sole caretaker after all.
But more likely than that, it was because he heard it a lot at his practitioner’s office, not to mention at the plethora of specialists he’d been dragged to over the years. It was funny, his brother never seemed to like it coming out of anyone else’s mouth but his own. The look on his face when the doctors told him over and over again that there wasn’t anything that could be done to cure Yoichi, just make him comfortable, wasn't an expression Yoichi wasn’t particularly fond if.
"It's pointless, I'm afraid." Was how one unfortunate doctor had put it. His brother had immediately dragged him out of the office, glaring the trembling doctor over his shoulder. Apparently, the specialist had gotten his medical license revoked soon after and Yoichi never saw him again.
After that, he’d learned to tune the medical staff out too, staring at the floor as he swung his socked feet back and forth over the edge of the exam table like he did at home as his brother took in every word the medical professionals spat at him.
To be honest, he saw the visits as more of a formality than anything these days. For all his talk of futility and his supposed knowledge of the subject, Yoichi’s brother really didn’t seem to comprehend it when it came to Yoichi’s condition. He was dying, all the quirks in the world couldn’t prevent that, but he just didn’t seem to get it. It was almost like he expected Yoichi to live forever, which was ridiculous even for him. Still, the way he spoke of the future made it seem like he saw himself at the top of the world, with his sickly little brother at his side until time came to a stop and the world just...ceased to exist.
But, based on Hisashi's current attitude, he'd probably expect he could just change that with the snap of his fingers too.
It was exhausting, honestly, but at least with his brother getting busier and busier at the office he’d been able to wheedle his way into going by himself–and by that he meant getting dropped off at the hospital and wandering the halls for an hour while his appointment was supposedly happening, then going to the receptionist and setting up a “follow-up” appointment, which he’d cancel as soon as he’d shown his brother the card. A part of him felt kinda guilty for the deception, but the rest of him was just tired of being poked and prodded every two weeks before being told the same things over and over again.
And that’s where he was today, making his slow but steady laps around the hospital while he waited for his “appointment” to finish and he could go home.
(Part 2)
An Exercise in Futility (Part 2)
Not entire sure where I plan to go with this, but the pen calls to me and who am I to deny her?
(Part One)
Some days Yoichi felt good enough to take the stairs, but unfortunately the awkward shuffling alone was already proving too much. After the second time around, he’d been forced to plop down in one of the puffy, plastic chairs and catch his breath. In his mind, he could hear his brother scolding him for pushing himself, but he knew his struggles probably had more to do with the fact he’d neglected his morning medications and therapies. Soft coughs rocked his chest, and with a trembling hand he reached up to rub it.
To be fair, he had fully intended on continuing any prescribed treatments at home when he’d started skipping appointments–it was one of the only ways he could convince himself to go through with the lies–but after a few weeks the piles of pills and heavy masks had seemed less and less appealing.
So he’d just…stopped.
Thankfully, his brother hadn’t seemed to notice yet. The last thing he wanted was another freak out and hospital stay like he’d had earlier in the year. The scars on his chest still ached whenever he thought of the incident, urging him to rub over the freshly healed marks. Hisashi hated that particular habit of his, resorting to physically pulling his hand away whenever he did it within view of the other. Yoichi was never sure why the scars seemed to bother Hisashi more than they did him, but he’d stopped wearing the low cut, loose shirts he’d favored after he caught his brother staring at the thin, white marks with that look on his face one too many times.
Yoichi didn’t remember much of the most recent scare. He’d been in bed when it’d started, chest aching as it often did, and he’d gotten up to get some water. The next thing he knew, the toilet was painted a deep shade of red and Hisashi was at his side, gripping him like if he let him go he’d just disappear as he screamed through the manor. The rest of it was a blur, but the several months he’d spent in the hospital afterwards were burned into his mind forevermore. The wailing machines, the constant surveillance, and the lack of freedom to when pee by himself made him shutter more than the pain ever did.
He’d never say it to anyone out loud–least of all Hisashi–but after the last incident, he’d told himself that if it were to happen again he’d just let himself go.
Yoichi didn’t want to die, per say, but he didn’t want to live either, especially not like that.
Being sick was exhausting.
His watch buzzed, drawing him from his thoughts. Lifting it, he found Hisashi’s name displayed across its face.
The car is waiting outside when you’re done, don’t forget to have the receptionist give you a copy of the notes from today.
Yoichi smiled wryly, sending a little thumbs up and an “almost done!” for good measure. He sat for another minute or two before easing himself up from the chair and shuffling over to where his favorite nurse, Helga, sat behind her station. She smiled as he approached, grabbing a pen out of its holder, an appointment card at the ready. He smiled back, giving a half-hearted wave.
“How’s my favorite nurse today?” He rasped, leaning against the edge of the station for support.
Helga giggled. For a seasoned nurse well into her career, she had the laugh of a middle-schooler who’d been approached by her crush. “Yoichi, baby! It’s good to see you! How’re you feelin’? Your appointment go okay? You here for my autograph again?”
“Sure am,” he quipped, “got the pen ready for me?”
She nodded, “you know I do. Whatcha got for me today?”
“November 18th, at 2PM.” He replied easily.
“You got it.” She was already neatly transcribing the information onto the little piece of cardstock. “I keep telling you the lovely lads and ladies over in Dr. Millard’s office would be happy to write this down for you, baby, you just gotta ask when you make the appointment.”
“Sure, if I actually made an appointment, I’m sure they would.” He thought to himself, instead choosing to say. “Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have a reason to come see you, would I?”
“You don’t need a reason to see me, baby, you know that! I’m always happy to say hello to my favorite patient.” She hummed, neatly signing the bottom of the card with a little flourish and a smiley face. “But there you go, I’ll see you in two weeks, okay? Oh, well, hm, no maybe I won’t…”
Yoichi’s heart jumped a little, but he swallowed his panic and smiled. “Oh? Why not?”
“My actual baby is getting married! We’re traveling up north for the wedding, so I’ll be out for a few weeks, but like I said, everyone else would be more than happy to help you!”
Yoichi nodded, pulling his lips into a little smile as he resisted the urge to sigh. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if Helga left for good. There was only so long he could use the “I lost my reminder card” excuse with the other staff. Eventually, someone would look him up in the system and realize that his last actual appointment was six months ago and he’d canceled every single one since. Then they’d call Hisashi, since his older brother was technically his legal guardian, and all hell would break loose.
Yoichi couldn’t risk that, he was already pretty sure his brother was starting to suspect something–Hisashi always had been frustratingly good at reading him–so Yoichi had to make sure he had no reason to do so. Next time he’d have to bite the bullet and actually schedule a real appointment, then cancel it as soon as he’d opened the reminder text in view of his brother. That was usually enough to quell any suspicions Hisashi had.
He thanked Helga, wishing her the best and congratulating her on her kid’s marriage before making his way down to the ground floor and out the door.
An Exercise in Futility (Part 3)
(I'm wondering if I should just bite the bullet and post this on AO3 when finish it because it's already at like 4k words and I don't think Tumblr can handle that 😅)
Part One, Part Two
The sky was a deep, gloomy gray, bathing the world in a thin layer of rain and ice. The resulting cold hit him like a block of ice to the throat, drawing several prominent coughs from deep in his lungs.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to tolerate it for long. Hisashi’s black sedan sat just under the awning, shielding him from the downpour that had started not long before his pretend appointment. Wrapping his arms around himself, and sped over to the car and hopped in the back seat, hacking quietly into the back of his hand. The leather of his seat was already pleasantly warm when he got in, it was almost like climbing into a preheated oven. It waved away the cold, shoving it out as Yoichi yanked the door shut behind him.
As he reached up to grab his seatbelt, he found himself fumbling with the strap. Despite only being in the elements for a total of ten seconds, he was still trembling, cold eating away at him as he drew his oversized coat a little tighter around him.
His hand was still plastered over his mouth, flecks of discolored phlegm coating it. He resisted the urge to groan at the sight of it. Reaching into his pocket, his heart froze as he was met with just fabric. After a few seconds of patting frantically, it dawned on him that he’d left the one piece of medical equipment he’d continued to use on his bathroom counter that morning. He didn’t have time to panic, however, as an inhaler was pressed into his shaking hand. He jumped, eyes widening as he looked up to see Hisashi staring at him with that special kind of intensity he gained when he wasn’t sure whether or not Yoichi was in danger.
“H-hey–” Yoichi managed, his weak attempt at a smile devolving into a fit as he doubled over, spitting up a particularly thick piece of mucus out into his hand.
Hisashi shook off his loose grip on the inhaler and instead brought it to Yoichi’s mouth himself and using his free hand to brace the back of his brother’s neck. He paused his wheezing just long enough for his brother to administer the inhaler, holding his breath for several consecutive seconds to let the medication do its job before he exhaled again. Hisashi, however, wasn’t satisfied until he’d taken two or three more inhales and was no longer actively choking on his own oxygen.
Yoichi took a shuddering breath as his brother leaned over and secured his seat belt while he recovered. He frowned down at his hand, sticky with phlegm, and started rooting around in his bag for a kleenex or some form of tissue. He was already off to a bad start, he didn’t need Hisashi seeing the faint speckles of what was probably blood on his hand.
But, for better or for worse, his brother was already on top of it, handing him one of the fancy handkerchiefs he kept tucked into the pockets of all his suit coats. Yoichi cringed as he dirtied the soft, silky piece of fabric, but he did feel a lot better after cleaning the sick off himself. Strategically folding it, he shoved it into the pocket of his coat before turning to face his brother with an actual smile.
“Hi!” He croaked. “I didn’t know you were coming to get me today.”
Hisashi looked him over slowly before answering. “I realized you neglected to bring your inhaler after you left and figured it would be better if I brought it myself. I also wanted to be sure you got the notes from the doctor this time, since you always seem to forget, little brother.”
Yoichi’s heart started beating a little faster as he smiled, sheepishly replying. “Yeah…I guess I do that a lot, but can you blame me? They always tell me the same thing every time, it’s not like I can’t remember it long enough to tell you.” He straightened up, adjusting imaginary spectacles on his nose and began reciting. “BP–118 over 79, 80 BPM, FEV1–62%–”
“Only 62%?” Hisashi interrupted as he turned up his nose. “That’s rather low, even for you.”
“Shit.” Yoichi thought. He must’ve mixed up the numbers from before he had his last hospitalization. Thankfully, a lie sprung into action before he’d even finished panicking. “Yeah, the doctor said that’s normal since it got cold all of a sudden, nothing to write home about, but obviously he’ll check on it again next time.”
Hisashi hummed, and Yoichi tried not to fidget under his brother’s gaze. After a few uncomfortable seconds, his older brother let out a quiet sigh and gestured for the driver to take them home. Yoichi resisted the urge to sigh as well, instead blowing a few strands of white hair out of his face as he tucked his legs under himself. A quiet ding from Hisashi’s phone drew his brother’s attention, but with his free hand he took a travel mug out of the cupholder and handed it to Yoichi.
The sleeve was still hot, warming the tips of his fingers as he cradled it to his chest. He gave it a little sniff, catching a faint whiff of mint. Taking a cautious sip, he found the liquid to be pleasantly warm, as always. He would’ve liked it to be a little hotter, but alas, he had taken a while to get settled, so it was his own fault really. Leaning back against the seat, he tucked both his legs up to curl into a ball on the seat. Hisashi glanced over at him, eyebrows pinched. Yoichi smiled, waving as he took another sip.
“Thank you, brother.” He hummed. “It’s perfect.”
Hisashi nodded, looking back at his phone as he held out a hand. Yoichi stared at it for one second, then two, but his brother didn’t say anything, just crooked his fingers. After a few more seconds of nothing, Hisashi leaned over the middle seat without breaking his attention from his phone and reached into Yoichi’s coat pocket, rummaging around. Coming up empty handed, he leaned even further to dig into the other pocket, pulling out the reminder card. Yoichi let out a quiet “ohhh” before taking another sip of his drink, watching his brother right himself and bring the piece of cardstock back.
Hisashi’s eyes jumped from his phone to the card, back to his phone again. The corners of his lips turned down ever so slightly, and he held the card a little closer to his face, squinting at it. Yoichi froze, drink halfway to his lips. He frantically tried to recall whether or not he’d missed anything. Helga was always incredibly thorough, but could she have forgotten a detail? No, there really weren’t any details to miss, so what could’ve set his brother off?
“Breathe, Yoichi.” Hisashi said absentmindedly before setting the card down and picking up his inhaler.
Yoichi sucked in a sharp breath, sitting up straight. “Sorry.” He waved away the offered inhaler, “s’ fine, I don’t need it.”
Hisashi held it out anyway, gesturing for him to grab it.
Yoichi couldn’t hold back his sigh, but resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “really, big brother, I’m fine, it’s just a little cough–”
“Yoichi.” Hisashi narrowed his eyes, cutting him a look as he pushed it a little further.
The message was clear: “Do it, or I do it for you.”
Yoichi swallowed, shrinking away as he cradled his drink to his chest. The two brother stared at each other, but the younger knew he’d already lost. Face twisting into a frown, he thrust out his hand with palm up. Hisashi let out an airy chuckled, setting the device in Yoichi’s hand and gently closing his fingers around, giving them a little pat. Yanking his hand back, he shoved the inhaler between his lips and took in a dose. Holding his breath, he slowly counted as the medication sat in his lungs.
Hisashi watched on, waiting until he was sure Yoichi had actually administered it before he spoke. “I’m coming with to your next appointment, I have some concerns that I want to address with your practitioner–”
“I can do it!” Yoichi jumped, practically spitting the drug back out as he clambered to sit up straight. “I…what are you concerned about?”
“That was only five seconds, little brother.” He scolded. “You’re supposed to hold it for ten. Try again–”
“–But–”
“Now.”
Something about his tone made Yoichi want to stamp his foot, but he settled for a half grunt and the eyeroll he’d suppressed earlier. He was well aware he was being a little pendulant, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. However, another stern glare from his brother had him obediently taking another shot of his inhaler, folding his arms over his chest as he gestured for his brother to speak while the medicine went to work.
Hisashi drew his answer out another few seconds before he replied. “I don’t like how tired you’ve become lately. I can barely get you out of bed in the morning and half the time you’re back in it before the sun sets. It can’t be a normal side effect, and if it is, then it’s time to change medications. Not to mention, your coughing is getting worse, don’t think I haven’t seen the blood–Yoichi Shigaraki do not open your mouth prematurely again, let me finish–or heard you tossing at turning at night. It's excessive, and I’m no longer confident in this specialist’s ability to treat you. But, I want to see their incompetence with my own eyes first before I move you elsewhere…”
Yoichi’s heart sank. He thought he’d been doing well at keeping the harsher side effects of his illness hidden, but he understood he should’ve known better than to expect Hisashi to be oblivious to his declining state much longer. Honestly, it was a full-blown miracle he’d been able to carry on with the deception as long as he had. And, to think, it wasn’t even the staff who gave it away, it was Yoichi’s own negligence in continuing his treatments.
“There’s a new doctor here in Japan I’d like to get you into actually. I began vetting him during your last…visit, and I think he may be just what you need to see some improvement–”
“What’s the point.” The phase slipped out before Yoichi even realized he’d been thinking it.
In fact, he didn’t know he had said it out loud as he let his attention drift out the window, eyes tracing the raindrops as they trickled down the glass. They were approaching the manor, having just passed through the oversized gates that guarded the estate. Honestly, they were less of guards and more decorations. Hisashi had said so himself, apparently the official who had lived there before them had a wife that adored the delicate white columns and glassy beading, however impractical it was. Still, despite proclaiming its uselessness, his brother kept them for some reason. Yoichi couldn't fathom why, his brother was always so practical, and they were just big, pretty, ornately designed pieces of metal that would probably tip right over if you pushed them hard enough.
Just like Yoichi.
“…what did you say?”
Just as you were about to give in to the demons in your head, forcing you to drown in their despicable words, you heard it. The distinct sound that you'd recognise even if you were six feet underground.
You heard the unmistakable coo of your husband. Your Keigo. Your mate. At first, it got lost in the storm wreaking havoc in your head, but the more your focused on it the more it got louder. Unable to ignore it, not that you would, you surrendered yourself to the mushy feeling it brought. Sometimes it stunned you, the power a simple coo held over you. To you it signified that you were not alone. You'd never be alone as long as Keigo could help it. Your spring sunshine that always chased away the storms.
The more you came to the more you felt it. Surrounded by the sweet sounds your husband made to calm you and in turn calm himself as well. The sweet and goey coos and chirps , that had your heart singing out of joy no matter how many times you heard it.
As you focused, you noticed you were carefully tucked away in his arms, almost glued to his chest as Keigo rocked back n forth , while coos , chirps and pretty clicks spilled out of him like a waterfall. If it were up to him, he'd nestle you in his heart, hide you from the terrors of the world and of the mind. That you had no doubt about.
Overcome with the sudden emotions , you raised your hands to cradle his face. As you rubbed your nose across his, you find yourself wishing that could answer those pretty sounds of his with your own. To be able to convey your feelings with your own set of melodies but alas, you could only hope that you're able to get your feelings across through other means. But as you gaze upon his honey eyes you know that your love reaches him all the same.
your sweet spring sunshine.
Just as you were about to give in to the demons in your head, forcing you to drown in their despicable words, you heard it. The distinct sound that you'd recognise even if you were six feet underground.
You heard the unmistakable coo of your husband. Your Keigo. Your mate. At first, it got lost in the storm wreaking havoc in your head, but the more your focused on it the more it got louder. Unable to ignore it, not that you would, you surrendered yourself to the mushy feeling it brought. Sometimes it stunned you, the power a simple coo held over you. To you it signified that you were not alone. You'd never be alone as long as Keigo could help it. Your spring sunshine that always chased away the storms.
The more you came to the more you felt it. Surrounded by the sweet sounds your husband made to calm you and in turn calm himself as well. The sweet and goey coos and chirps , that had your heart singing out of joy no matter how many times you heard it.
As you focused, you noticed you were carefully tucked away in his arms, almost glued to his chest as Keigo rocked back n forth , while coos , chirps and pretty clicks spilled out of him like a waterfall. If it were up to him, he'd nestle you in his heart, hide you from the terrors of the world and of the mind. That you had no doubt about.
Overcome with the sudden emotions , you raised your hands to cradle his face. As you rubbed your nose across his, you find yourself wishing that could answer those pretty sounds of his with your own. To be able to convey your feelings with your own set of melodies but alas, you could only hope that you're able to get your feelings across through other means. But as you gaze upon his honey eyes you know that your love reaches him all the same.
your sweet spring sunshine.
୨🥛୧ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ !!! ⏜ ۫ . ⟡
UA Classes, -Classes I'm adding to the BNHA universe
Parts:
>part one ♡
Okay, so this part is focusing on the support course! It's really fun to think about the other courses since Horikoshi doesn't really provide as much details about them. So, I get to be more creative when thinking of stuff to add! >3< Anyways, here's the class I'm adding for them:
Technology and coding classes ! -Students mostly focus on how to operate a computer so that they can code the correct systems for inventions or install certain programs Ex: When Hatsume is working on UA's security system in s7, ep4 (9:21) She's shown programming the Evacuation Zone's Flight System which would take an insane amount of coding (already considering that since she was using a computer) which she and the rest of the support course probably learned from Power Loader. Though, knowing Hatsume, she probably taught a majority of the subject to herself which is why she's so skilled.
⠀ི ·̩͙ ꒰ঌུ A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this! I'm probably going to try and post more of my headcanons for all of courses UA has to offer. But, I'm going to try and post more character headcanons as well in the meantime :3 Also, I apologize if the format of this post looks weird on mobile! I use tumblr on laptop. Have a nice day and lmk what you think !!! >3<
YES
NOBODY'S MENTONING THIS
the fact that in the end deku does end up becoming the first quirkless hero the world has ever seen….im goign to be sick…..
does it ever drive you crazy
just how fast the night changes
they've been through so much..and they're still growing. 🤧
then I'm gone
for @madestars cause i took your shitpost and did something with it
It doesn't feel real.
Waking up to all his friends surrounding him, some tearful, some worn out yet accepting, some relieved that he finally, finally would no longer run away from them. That he put an end to his crusade / isolation ( there's so much he wants to say, to apologize, it's all swelling inside his chest, he can barely breathe under the weight of it all ). Heading back to UA, being able to see everyone once more, to see his mom again.
All the heartfelt words his classmates aimed at his careful shield / heart as they overcame the summit of the wall he erected over the mind numbing months. For a moment the threat of All for One simply fades to the background. A dull buzz as opposed to the overwhelming static that consumed his every walking thought.
It feels like something out of a dream. Still, there one thing Izuku wants to check. Needs to.
❝ Kacchan... ❞ A name as familiar as breathing. So why then ? Why, as he stands before his friend, bearing the bruises of his struggles, green eyes searching for something in the complementary hues of striking red, was it such a struggle to speak it into existence ? ❝ I didn't mishear you right ? Earlier... when you... called me by my name. ❞
➤ ` KACCHAN. ( madestars )
𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 for his silence, but on the way back to UA the blond was uncharacteristically quiet since their stowaway classmate has finally passed out from exhaustion — only breaking away from his thoughts when someone spoke to him first. He had an eye on Izuku as Shoji carried him, wrapped up safe and warm from the rain, his fingers twitching when the boy clad in dirty / muddy / bloody green stirred awake. It wouldn’t be long until they get to the school, though it feels more like a sanctuary now more than ever before. Katsuki hangs back as the class gathers slowly and calmly while Izuku gets back to consciousness, there was much to inform him off after all, and the sensation of the wound on his shoulder hasn’t dulled yet. Katsuki grimaces, rubbing the arm all while cursing it in one breath. Can’t fucking heal any faster, but there was no choice but to push forward regardless of any discomfort. Discomfort was the least of their worries.
He almost misses it, what with the rain messing with the singular hearing aid in his bad ear, but he manages to catch his voice even among the others. Somehow he always does. He used to be annoyed by that. Huh, lots of changes recently. He could say he even misses that guy’s persistent muttering.
Katsuki’s gaze is clear, a steady look that shouldn’t be mistaken even in the other’s state. But he’ll give him a break. It’s been pretty crazy, hasn’t it? Lips open, a raindrop drips down from a strand of hair down to his jaw as he tilts his head. “ The water clog your ears? ” Of course, he is still Bakugo, but there’s hardly a taste of his bite. There is a change here, it lingers and feels heavier than the rain, it could make them frozen in time, in one place, just for them.
“ Or is it weird that I said it? Izuku. ” He hasn’t said it in so long, it even felt foreign. Maybe it’s too familiar, maybe it’s too close, maybe he doesn’t have the right after so much time, after everything. But it… had also felt right.
❝ ... ❞ Viridian hues don't avert this time, glossing right over the snappy response. A quiet exhale takes some of the unknown weight with it, shoulders loosening, furrowed brow smoothing out a fraction. Of course. Of course that much hadn't changed. A Kacchan-like answer greeting him right out of the gate. Then again the boy would always have that coarser sort of approach to him, this he knew, one constant that would not deviate from the laid out path, one irrefutable axiom that would persevere no matter the situation. He's left to stare motionlessly at Kacchan, a slight smile threatening to crack apart the listless expression that draped an exhausted face. Izuku is tired, today ( he’s tired everyday now. )
But thinking that in the first place... What weird expectation of his childhood friend had formed in his mind ? That Kacchan would turn around and act like a completely different person because Izuku’s name got tacked on at the end of a sentence ? Then again, maybe it was expected that he'd have these expectations, these peculiar thoughts, after the first abrupt metamorphosis Kacchan hid up his sleeve until the last moment, leading with the usual baiting to force Izuku's hand, a sincere / trap card played with such slight of hand. It shocked well enough, jolting his world view just off kilter.
If he'd been still carried, unable to move under his own power, his head would be ducked into the safety of Shouji's steady hold, as if that could blot out what he hesitated to ask about in the first place and let him hide away from the world a bit longer.
Half expected, the second acknowledgement of ❛ Izuku ❜ rather than the customary ❛ Deku ❜ lands with no less impact than the first time the other uttered it. The surprise ( it blends together, the most present wave sweeping over him, the secondhand aftershocks from just before his body gave out, a flickering star collapsing under its own weight, an apology bitter on his tongue ) is enough to nearly knock him off his knees again. It hits, all at once, mind trying to connect the dots, synapses firing and failing to connect all the way. He doesn’t get it. How can something be right, yet feel wrong, yet feel right ? Toeing the line in many aspects of oddity but not quite crossing.
The words of an intimate stranger.
❝ Maybe it's a little of both. ❞ Izuku admits. It comes out easier than anticipated ( despite how hands tremble ); not breaking the moment, just seeming so unbidden and distant from this fleeting / quiet instant, where it’s just them. Softer then: ❝ I don’t... I'm not entirely sure. ❞