u/Carlosspicywiener12

(The idea is 1-A fights AFO's assassin's in villain hunt)

Sero started laughing. Mineta's head jerked up at him, "Shut up! It hurt like hell!" He squealed. The faint appearance of bandages were visible on his bicep as he whirlwinded blows at him.

"Stop screwin with him," Kirishima chuckled, "I certainly don't wanna think about fightin Nagant-"

Sero flipped his hair over his shoulder, "I don't wanna remember anything that happened over the past couple months. Not that anythings better, but at least hired goons aren't coming after us."

"Four days hiding and fighting from that sniper bitch," Denki stated, "real fun."

Mineta tugged at his sleeve, "Hey, at least Eijiro-Kun talked her out of it. Dunno how but-"

"Midoriya decided to show up for that one," Sero murmured.

"Don't be like that," Kirishima shook his head, "not now."

"What?" Sero raised an eyebrow. "Hey c'mon, I'm about ready to pretend like nothing happened like we always do."

"Bruh," Mineta said. "Chill."

"I'm chill, I'm just calling it as I see it," Sero showed off his elbows, "are these still bruised? I can't really feel it anymore, but-"

"I see a bit of color," Denki said, studying the dispensers. "How in the hell is a bruise all you got from getting smashed through a wall?"

"My arms are strong."

"Not as strong as mine," Kirishima added with a smirk.

"He said, struggling to lift a boulder."

"It was a big ole roof in a cave-"

"Meanwhile, I lifted a building."

"Gayyy, now kiss you two," Mineta smacked his lips. "Denki-Kun and I support-"

"Shut up Minoru," Denki ordered. "That's why you got shot."

"That's why you're a sillybilly."

Silence came between them for a time, "Dude..." Kirishima murmured. "Maybe I shouldn't have shielded you from Tsutsumi-San."

"...Wait why're you callin her that?" Denki gave him a look.

"Oh, uh...we're visiting. Hawks, me, and Midoriya. She's real nice once you get to know her. I think..." Kirishima whispered conspiratorially, "she likes Hawks-Kun."

Everyone stared weirdly at him.

Izuku would be real good at this due to his ability to understand how to apply quirks. The excerpt I have here is from an AU where he never gets OFA btw. It's where the League become heroes in a world without AFO and AM. Kinta is Mustard:

The workers, a mixture of students and teachers, were taken by the focus that their craft required. Almost all of them didn’t see the two come in.

But one did.

“Oh, hello there,” a kindly voice greeted, walking up on Kinta’s side. He turned, his free hand sticking into his pocket so he could make himself look cool.

Standing in front of him was a bushy green haired guy, probably around Kinta’s year. He had freckles pattering his fair skinned cheeks but other than that, he was quite plain looking. Although, there was an immediate feeling of ease that the two boys got when looking at him. As if this guy would prove to be a fast friend. He wore a long sleeved navy shirt even on this summer day and he had brown gloves singed with grime and his pants were a baggy black.

“Yo,” Kinta nodded his head forward as Inasa nearly slammed his head into the concrete floor by bowing so lowly.

The guy smiled as he bowed back and introduced himself, “Midoriya Izuku, Yuuei support course. Here for a pick up or are you looking to have something worked on?”

Kinta nodded as he and Inasa introduced themselves, “I’m with Shiketsu and…here,” he handed him the hat and mask combo, explaining the dilemma. “I think it’s dumb too, but our hats have to stay on during training. Can you patch it up really quick?”

“Yes Mustard-San, no problem at all,” Izuku took the mask in his hand, gently so. He turned and called out to a massive ocean of gears in the far corner of the room where even other workers seemed to steer clear of. “Hatsume-San!”

A pair of goggles popped up from the gear…no that was a girl. Her face was covered in oil, her pink hair styled into thick dreadlocks that swept to the right of her head. “What’s up, Midoriya!?” she called back, her voice so loud and gruff that she could be heard over the machines whizzing.

“Stitching job!”

The girl stepped out from the gears and scrap metal then, allowing Inasa and Kinta to see her fully. She wore those baggy pants Izuku was wearing and a black sleeveless low cut shirt.

‘Maybe the hat splitting was a blessing in disguise,’ Kinta thought as he watched Hatsume stride over. Then he saw Himiko glaring at him in his head, and felt like a douche.

“Lemme see here!” Mei surprised him away from his thoughts. She’d spoken in the exact same tone she had when standing across from the trio. “Wowzers…this is some good handiwork! Shiketsu’s been steppin up their game!”

“She seems passionate,” Inasa whispered into Kinta’s ear as Mei and Izuku began to discuss the means by which to reattach the mask and hat.

“That shirt is doing the heavy lifting,” Kinta grumbled. Inasa had to hide his smile.

Mei suddenly appeared in his face, coming in from out of nowhere like a missile. Kinta jumped, thinking she’d heard him, but this idea was shot down as she said, “Sooo! How’s the mask work!?”

“...Uh…” Kinta noticed then that Izuku was also getting in his face. In his hands, he materialized a notebook. Both support course students were nearly as tall or taller than him so he was rather swarmed. “It filters out my…”

Wait, was this a trick?

He thought back to Shindo and the rest of his fake ass squad. What if these two handed over all the information to that Bakugo shitbird or their cow of a class president?

“My wind!” Kinta proclaimed suddenly. “Y-You see…uh…my wind makes people go…um…they see their worst fears and so I have to wear the mask because I’d see mine too.”

“...Like…scarecrow from Arkham Asylum?” Izuku tilted his head. Kinta nodded. “Wow! That’s awesome!”

‘He actually bought that?’ Inasa thought sadly.

“Ohh, maybe I could throw in a scythe, for an additional payment of course!” Mei said, taking the mask in her hand as she began quivering at the possibilities.

“Nah, I’m not that edgy…wait, payment?” Kinta felt his heart drop.

“Yah!” Mei got into his face again and Kinta realized that there was something off about her eyes. They looked like crosshairs almost.

“The hell’s wrong with your eyes?” Kinta’s voice cracked as Mei stuck her hand in his pockets to fish out a wallet.

“Forgive Hatsume-San,” Izuku said sheepishly, “we tend to be screwed out of deals because of our age.”

“Why is that?” Inasa asked curiously as he pried the girl off of Kinta who was being half strangled by her presence. Before that, she finally pulled the credit card Nemuri had given him for emergencies out of his coat pocket.

“It’s extra credit, that’s all the payment you need,” Mei grunted in a mocking rough voice.

“Woah-Woah, how much is this gonna cost?” Kinta tried to grab for his card but Mei played keep away, jumping back whenever one of his bony hands reached out at her.

“By the hour and if you’re still curious, my eyes’re this way causa my zoom quirk,” Mei emphasized this by making her iris and thus the crosshairs larger. “You gotta zit formin on your chin.”

“...The fuck?” Kinta grunted as Mei turned away, bouncing over to one of the contraptions. Izuku and Inasa laughed, “It’s not funny!”

“It most certainly is, Kinta-Kun,” Inasa ruffled Kinta’s grey locks who in response batted his hand away.

“Don’t do that!”

This is pretty fucked up, just a forewarning. I always liked the idea of Natsuo and Fuyumi being more at each others throats when they were younger due to Fuyumi trying to pretend like everything is okay while Natsuo grows to have bad anger issues over what Endeavor has caused and what he's doing to Shoto but to the point that he pushes Fuyumi away. Fuyumi is 12 here while Natsuo is 9 and Shoto is 5 btw. I should also say this has come about after months and months of build up and tension between the two following all the tragic events:

In the next couple of days, the house remained quiet for the most part. Papa was working a big case in Tokyo, so he would be staying in hotels.

It was quiet for the most part. The three went about their week, Fuyumi walking Shoto to pre-school and then with Natsuo to his and her school. She made them dinner, played as well as she could with Shoto, and did her best to keep her middle…eldest brother tempered.

But unfortunately, she couldn’t put up with everything. As much as she tried, Fuyumi had her limits.

They never argued or fought this strongly beforehand. Usually, it was mere childhood banter and that was it. But this spiraled into something more than either of the two bargained for. After months and months of built up resentment at themselves, each other, and their father.

She couldn’t remember who started the argument, nor did Natsuo. He was the first to start yelling, but Fuyumi could’ve said something to really make him mad.

Maybe she started the argument after all. Maybe not, it was all blurry to her. It was probably about homework.

Then it was about cleaning the dishes.

Then it was about her trying to act like mama.

And finally…

“Just do it!” Fuyumi commanded, louder than she wanted. Her hands were balled into fists as she looked at her little brother, “I can’t do it on my own!”

They were stood in his room, several posters of rock bands spread along the walls along a few pro wrestling belts and various toys scattered around the floor. Natsuo nearly spat out spittle as he yelled back, “I just got home, I wanna sit down for five freaking minutes! I hurt my hand in softball!”

“You’re not hurt!”

“YES I AM!” he screamed, veins bulging in his neck as his face heated red.

There was a long pause. Fuyumi studied him, seeing a bruise along one of his knuckles as he stuck it out in front of her face. “Do you think arguing about everything makes you big and strong-”

“Shut up! Yap yap yap! Every day! Every day!” Natsuo ranted, “I have to listen to you talk about bullshit like you think you’re mom! Well you’re not! You’re my sister!”

Now she was really getting mad, her hands starting to shake, “Shut up Natsuo, y-you’re a lazy…a-asshole!”

Hearing her swear was a rarity. That she would say it against her own brother was such a surprise that it actually threw Natsuo off for a moment. But then he was mad, his little teeth gritting, “Y-You’re a…a…bitch!” he stammered, his voice quivering with rage.

“You’re lazy! You don’t do anything!-”

“Yes I do! W-What? Just cause I don’t-I don’t do one thing it’s-”

“Shut up!”

“You wanna make me leave like you made Touya leave!?” Natsuo barked.

That made both of them stop for a moment, each gasping for air. Natsuo took a few steps back and sat on his bed, Fuyumi was still standing though she had to put a hand on the doorframe to keep herself leveled.

“I…I made him leave?” Fuyumi breathed, her glasses sliding ever so slightly down her small nose.

“Y-Yeah!” Natsuo barked. “You’re a bitch Fuyumi!” he repeated, the venom not as strong as it’d been when he previously yelled that out.

“You told him to leave too, you little d-d…dick!”

“Be quiet!”

“You said you didn’t want him here!”

“So did you!”

“Shut up!”

“Oh perfect Fuyumi isn’t so freaking perfect! Is that why you try and be all subservient to dad? Huh!? Yeah! Yeah! It’s his fault…it’s your fault Touya died!”

“My fault!? W-...you…I…” Fuyumi was breathless. she wanted to hurt him, wanted him to feel how she felt. So, she took a breath and spoke, “Who cried like a little baby because he ignored Touya when he tried talking to him!? Who said he didn’t want him here!?”

That former part was told to her in confidence in the hours following the funeral. Back then, she tried to comfort his guilt, here Fuyumi weaponized it.

Natsuo’s eyes widened and Fuyumi felt some kind of blackish ichor in her gut, a mixture of overwhelming shame and satisfaction at having hurt her brother.

She regretted it immediately when he stood, hot tears burning in his eyes as reality crashed down on the both of them. “Get…GET OUT!” Natsuo growled through gritted teeth. He was so angry, his jaw tightened, his body shaking, his face flushed with fury.

And in her own anger, Fuyumi was no mediator.

“MAKE! ME!” she screamed, even taking a step into the room to really drive home this point.

Natsuo saw his fathers face as he let out a scream and threw himself at her. All the anger over these past few months, all the sadness, the guilt, it blew up between them in the worst way possible.

They met in the middle of the room, grabbing at each others faces and kicking the others shins. Fuyumi wound up and hit him in the shoulder, both falling to the ground.

Screams, swears, and exertion filled the room and eventually the house. Natsuo was smaller than his sister by a few centimeters, but he had the broad shoulders of his father and played in sports regularly. Fuyumi, despite her height advantage, found herself on the defensive as Natsuo flailed down punches at her. Both were somewhat trained to fight by their father, but that was all forgotten in their anger.

"You stupid!...get off me!" Fuyumi shrieked, her hand slapping and pushing at his face, "GET OFF!"

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Natsuo cried, shoving her face into the rug, "YOU KILLED TOUYA-NI!"

"NO I DIDN'T!" Fuyumi roared, her glasses finally sliding off her face. She threw out punches at Natsuo's stomach and after a moment the adrenaline couldn't hold him back from hurting. He let out a loud huff as he toppled back.

Fuyumi lay there, her face burning. She brought a hand up to cover it. The rug had marked her. Her whole body buzzed weirdly.

Her anger was still there and she was quick to her feet. So was Natsuo, though he was coughing. Snot was trailing out of his nose and his teeth were clenched so hard together that they looked ready to shatter at any moment.

They grabbed at each other again, this time Natsuo pushed her into a bookshelf. Like before, curses, accusations, and wishes of death flew between the brother and sister who not a year ago would've considered themselves closer than they were with Touya-Ni or Shoto.

"STOP IT! STOP HURTING FUYUMI!"

Shoto...

Both of them realized.

All this screaming.

He was in the house.

He came running into the room, flailing his tiny fists at Natsuo. The only thing in his mind was the memory of papa hitting their mother. He saw a bad man hurting his mother then and he saw a bad man hurting his sister now.

Natsuo barely flinched at his blows or the body check Shoto did right into his thigh, but he did let Fuyumi go and he even stumbled back onto his bed.

Fuyumi slid down the bookshelf onto the floor, seated and level with Shoto who threw himself on top of her defensively. He was sobbing with a mixture of fear and anger.

She was still shaking, her head pulsing with pain.

Natsuo was retching, looking glassy eyed out into his room. He slowly brought his shivering hands up and looked at them.

Shoto was sucking on his thumb.

Then they were all crying. It wasn't clear who did so first, but all of the children huddled together. Natsuo whispered, "I'm...s-s-so sorry..." Holding his big sister tightly as he searched for any kind of comfort he could find.

Fuyumi wanted to tell him it would be okay, but she was crying so hard she couldn't even speak. The best she could do was hold him and hold Shoto.

No big brother to guide them.

No mother to comfort them.

And certainly no father.

This is inspired by Reek from game of thrones, the book version. It's from an AU where Touya was saved by the awakening of his mothers quirk at Sekoto and healed by a group of heteromorphs who had a village in the mountain. He's started to live among them as 'Dabi,' because he doesn't think he deserves to go home after letting himself be burnt, but obviously there's some cracks in that logic that his psyche is breaking through on. I think this could work for canon Touya too. Like he seperates his former self before getting burned, to where he woke up in the orphanage:

"Look at you. Burned, decrepit, not even a real human," Dabi said.

How long had it been since he had slept? He took his hand off the tree trunk and looked at this verbal sparring partner.

He'd walked kilometer after kilometer through the brush, through the white landscapes, his boots wettening with ever stomping crunch. How far had he traveled?

Touya stood opposite of him. He was small, bundled up in the heaps of ragged coats and pants. The only mark visible on him was that neck scar, but Dabi knew what laid underneath.

"Why aren't I dead then?" Touya asked him defiantly, his small hands bunched into fists as he looked up at him. He still had Rei Todoroki's hair, Dabi realized it then. That made his blood boil and the cold not as oppressive.

"You tell me," Dabi snarked, "you're so intent on being my shadow after all."

"Shouldn't you know the answer?"

"Maybe, but I want to hear it from you."

Touya gave him a look, "I survived because the fire within me burned brighter than the fire around me."

"Yeah, and look at you now. You're so scared of fire that you can't even make a spark without cowering."

"That's funny, coming from you."

"Fuck. You."

"You're more scared than I am. Trying to be a hero to these people so you can go home? Really? You think mom isn't-"

"Don't call h-her that-"

"-Crying her eyes out every night because she thinks we're dead or missing? What about Fuyumi and Natsuo? Shoto?" When Touya finished, he took a step closer, forcing Dabi to look down at him. At himself.

Dabi scoffed, "Oh yeah, after everything we said they'll just magically take us back. Didn't you hear Fuyumi and Natsuo? They literally said they didn't want us there, what more do you need, jackass?"

"Maybe they didn't mean it," Touya said quietly.

"Sure, and what about Shoto? Maybe he doesn't remember it, but everyone else sure does. That was how we got our first scar, not from the fire though. Endeavor gave us that one," he emphasized this point by lifting his collar and revealing the slight red line across the back of his ear where Endeavor had struck him in a fury when he'd attacked an infant Shoto. "Mom thought he killed us, remember?"

"Dad doesn't matter. Everyone else-"

"Screw everyone else. They hate us, get over it!" Dabi yelled, a patch of snow falling from a tree nearby. He lowered his voice, "They do."

"So? Hating them back isn't-"

"Hate? Hate? Lemme tell you something-"

"We have to do the right thing. Go home, and say we're sorry whether they take us back or not."

Trying to give some logic to these beyond headcannons people have made or some weird emotional crap the series introduced at the end with my own headcannons:

If All For One had eyes he would be narrowing them in perplexity. They stood on the railing of the Nomu warehouse, watching the undead creatures in their stasis. "Complex quirks? Me?"

"Uh...yeah?" Tomura asked awkwardly. "You have all these power type quirks and you say you love taking quirks. But...well, when we were sending the Nomu out and Best Jeanist was alone fighting one, why didn't you think to attack him and take his quirk?"

All For One thought about this, his expression unreadable, "It isn't that I despise quirks that require complexity Tomura, more that they wouldn't fit you. Tell me, could you do with Best Jeanist quirk what he does?"

"Not really, no," Tomura shook his head.

"Remember, I'm searching for quirks befitting of you and the League. Best Jeanist will die, that much is assured, but taking his quirk would be highly publicized and allow All Might and the rest of those useless mobs on our back. As for me not liking complex quirks..." He produced several quirk factors from his fingers, "combinations are a bit complex, don't you think?"

"Okay..." Tomura scratched his ashy face, "but then...what about Overhaul? Remember, that Yakuza guy you told me about? Why not take his? The guys not exactly a hero and his quirks powerful as shit."

All For One shook his head, "Kai makes money for me and causes chaos that keeps heroes away from the case of Nomu. I have been in leagues with the Yakuza for years Tomura and if I were to steal away their leaders quirk, their members might become talkative or go to war with us. A war we'd certainly win, but one that would plainly cause too much noise."

"What about Eraserhead?" Tomura said it a bit too hopefully as he thought about that fight that didn't go his way when they first invaded UA.

"He is an underground hero, true," All For One looked over the railing, at least Tomura thought he was. "But, he is still a hero and he is still a teacher at that accursed school. I did even send for him to be taken to me, but I received his friend instead. Although, I'm sure you heard this story from Kurogiri himself."

"Sure, but-

"His quirk would be beneficial and it's one you ought to look out for when you are ready, but we can't risk such a brazen move again when we are so close to being ready. With All Might dead, the rest of the world will be ours to do with as we like."

Now in canon Nana's husband was actually meant to inherit OFA but died obviously and in a fight with AFO En was cut in half without Gran Torino or any other hero. Nana was also a very timid woman originally in canon so this whole idea is basically that Nana was a regular woman with no idea on how to be a hero before taking OFA. Here's a little excerpt:

Blood everywhere. The ground, his hands, what was left of his body, but En held on, held on for just a little while longer. There were no other options. Torino was too far away and Skywalker was long dead. He cursed himself even now for involving this woman, but as he thought before, there was no other option.

She was cowering in the smoke, her hands covering her face as she saw him. Horror, fear, her emotions were many. En used every last bit of strength he had to hold onto his hair. Keep pushing, keep pushing. Give Nagisa and Nashi a world they can live in.

"T-Tayutai-"

But En interrupted her, blood seeping and splattering from his mouth as he spoke, "Shimura...Nana...take...eat this..." He lifted his arm.

The smoke was clearing. They had seconds at best. The bastard always loved taking his time when he knew he was going to win.

Nana stared, her hand stretching out and taking the hair between her index and thumb. She was shaking so hard that she had to palm the hair. "I-I don't-"

"It's the secret..." En coughed, "the secret to my power...it's..." He thought back all those months ago to what Banjo-San had said. And suddenly, En felt some strength left within him as he gathered enough to say, "This...power has been passed on from hero to hero. Each praying that it would bring joy and peace to humanity-"

Nana stared at him as he spoke, then looked to the hair. En continued, "And now, it is your turn...do your best, Nana-Chan."

She was crying, she'd started doing so during his little speech. "I...I..." Nana sniffed and looked into the smoke, "I don't know what to...what to do..."

"I know," he said breathlessly. He sensed he would be dead in the next minute. "But...there's nobody else who can d-do...it...he killed...he killed my parents...my master..." En took hold of Nana's pant leg, "he killed Skywalker...he...he...he's taken so much. He has to be stopped...Nana-Chan please you-you have it in you, I know you do..." Something was in his eyes. Were these tears?

The smoke was almost gone. He'd be coming within the next few seconds. "Run...Nana-Chan...find Torino, he'll help you. Run...RUN!"

That seemed to spur Nana on. She stood and turned on her heel. He watched as she did, her form blurring out as En felt a hand grab him by the back of the throat. He felt the air escape him as he was taken off the ground.

"One more random to save, eh En? Don't worry, she's not in my interests," He said, the greatest evils grip clenched around the back of his throat. "It's...gone?"

"...Ha...Ha..." En let out a wheezing laugh. This bastard really wasn't as smart as he wanted everyone to think. "You'll...never...have...have it..."

He couldn't see his face, actually En couldn't see much of anything in that moment. "What?...No, that...you were just using that awful smoke! What did you do with it!? Where is it!?"

En said nothing.

"TELL ME!"

En wanted to spit in his face, but there was so much blood in his mouth he only managed to cough out a smattering of the latter.

"...Hm..." He growled, "ah well, I'll just have to find this new successor of yours. Farewell...Smokescreen..."

An immense pressure made En's head feel as if it were being pushed inward.

And then he was flying.

He saw his parents as they were cut down in the street.

He saw his masters throat being slit as that thing raged about him not having One For All as expected.

He saw the gathering of heroes all readied to take on the evil that was plaguing Japan. All gone now, all killed, all dead.

Besides Nana-Chan and Sorahiko-Kun.

They still had a chance.

Maybe it wouldn't be her.

Maybe not him.

But the fact there would be someone out there to stand up to this evil was good enough for En.

Finally, he saw his wife and daughter leaving Musutafu, remembering a wonderful day he'd had with them out at the park. He remembered his wife, her small sweet smile as she laughed at their daughter as the child tried to goad ducklings away from their mother with feed.

Then, he remembered his daughter and the joy on her face as he allowed her to win a race across the trail.

And En Tayutai saw that for the last and final time.

"First up, tell us your name, quirk, and what your gameplan for next week?" The producer asked Aoyama as he sat reservedly in front of the camera crew.

"Laser Focus, Laser, quite simple non?" Aoyama giggled like a little girl. "The plan is simple, my quirk provides an array of sparkling abilities one may consider unnatural. However, they've gotten me to where I am today...yeah."

...

"Uh..." Izuku scratched the back of his head. He looked over to All Might who was sweating bricks in his skinny form as he hid like a small child behind one of the large pillars inside the school auditorium.

"Midoriya-San?" The prouducer questioned.

Izuku struggled to not roll his eyes as he said, "Superpower, Deku-" every single man and woman there couldn't hide their raising eyebrows or confused expressions. "I've been watching past Sports Festivals to prepare myself and analysing the many wonderful quirks of my classmates to best counter them," it was as rehearsed as humanly possible. He'd practiced the lines at least ten times a day for the past couple weeks.

...

"Ice and Fire, Hellfrost, I am going to win," Shoto said cooly, staring directly into the camera.

"...Uh...is there anything else?" The producer asked.

Shoto looked at him, "should I say more?"

"Well...what about your father?"

"What about him?" Shoto huffed.

...

"It's explosion, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, I'm winning the Sports Festival and that's that. Ain't no extras can stop me."

"...Is that your actual hero title?" Someone in the background asked.

"Course it is, and if anyones got a problem with it, they can suck my-"

...

"Okay so tell us who you are, your quirk, and what you plan on-"

But Mineta interrupted the producer, "Grapeshot...Pop Off...y'know, I heard great explosion whatevers crap about how he'll beat everyone...how he focused on Todoroki. When actually, he should be looking...looking at me. Because when I'm down that golden hair's gonna turn yellow. HAHAHA...YEAH!" He growled and shoved a mouthguard between his teeth, spittle rushing out of his lips as he did.

...

"Do you want me to do like a pose or anything?" Ochako asked after the producer finished his explanation.

"If you want," the man shrugged.

"Cool!" She jumped up and punched out at the air, "Zero Gravity, Uravity, I'm floating everyone into the air...I mean...not like that! I-I don't wanna hurt-aw crap!"

...

"Look me in the eyes Japan! This upcoming Tuesday I'm throwin down!" Jiro roared into the camera, "ain't no stoppin me! Imma put everyone to sleep!"

She stood up on one of the rafters, away from the crew who were desperately begging for their device back. Eventually Aizawa had to come threaten her with detention.

...

"YEAHHH!" Kirishima shook the camera, "they're gonna be all like, oh no! Red Riot is here! And I'm gonna be like-" he made shooting sounds, the spit he was blowing out covering the lense.

The crew looked completely defeated before Aizawa came back again, looking like he'd prefer maiming as a punishment.

"Tamaki-Kunnn!" Nejire sang, her hair mopping over him as she crashed into him from behind. Her arms looped around his eyes and Tamaki could hear the faint whirl of wave motion at the ground, indicating her flight. "Guess who?"

"Um...Nejire-Chan?" Tamaki asked stupidly as if it were obvious. Here he was on his morning commute, thinking it would be a quiet trip.

She made a whiny noise and uncovered him. "You're supposed to say someone else, it's a game Tamaki-Kun!" Nejire floated up at his side, her hair sliding off his head and down to his back. It was another trick she could do with her quirk.

"A guessing game?" He asked ponderously. Whenever they were without Togata, Tamaki always thought Nejire would try and be more touchy with him. It was no different here. She was so close her hair was around his back, but she did that with plenty of her friends. Though, she also took a hold of his shirt sleeve, but that could be her poutyness.

She nodded, her face twisting into a cute pout. He had to turn his head away to hide his smile. Whenever she made such an expression, it wasn't easy to take her seriously. "And you ruined it!" Nejire squeaked.

"Sorry, but you do have a distinct voice."

"Should I try impressions?"

"Maybe."

"We've also known each other for two years, that might have something to do with it Tamaki-Kun. Although, maybe that feels so short since you've never taken me out."

He turned his head back, giving her a quizzical look, "What..." The words died in his throat as he saw that same bubbly smile. Just Nejire being Nejire, right? "Do you want to-"

"Go out? Of course I do!" Nejire hugged him again with a squeal. Tamaki's face turned a deep shade of red in an instant, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form the embers of speech yet they were smothered out by the sheer intensity of Nejire Hado.

"What!?-" but she was nearly crushing his ribs and drew the air from him for a split second before he took her by the shoulders and pried her away, "Nejire wait!"

"Eh?" She tilted her head as she flew back. "Is something wrong? Oh, can we go get udon?"

That did sound good.

"I wasn't asking...wait...you like me in that way?"

"In what way?"

"...That way..." He was almost whispering like what he was speaking of were a terrible thing.

"Gee Tamaki-Kun, I have no idea what you're talking about!" Nejire's eyes shined as she looked at him.

"Like boyfriend and girlfriend-"

"There you gooo, was that so hard to admit?" Nejire smiled and giggled.

"Y-You knew!?" But before he could protest further, she placed her hands on his face.

Nejire laughed, "I may be a little airheaded Tamaki-Kun, but I'm certainly not stupid."

Izuku rubbed his eyes as Mineta said this and sat up in his bed. The dwarf had made his way to the personal fridge and took a ramune out, the melon flavor.

"It's like..." Mineta's voice trailed off as he popped the cod piece cap off and sat on Izuku's office chair at his desk. Midoriya finally got out of bed and grabbed his shirt off the foot of his bed and slid it on as his friend continued, "okay, think about what Shoji-Kun went through right? Some people will say, oh if only he had a hero to help him and like...sure...it'd be better. But what if that hero hated heteromorphs? And...even if he didn't, that doesn't fix a whole villages hatred and fear."

"...Mineta, it's five in the morning," Izuku said as he checked the time on his phone. A little over that actually, but he wasn't awake enough to be specific.

Mineta shrugged, "Look man, I've been thinking about this all night. I mean, that stuff Shinso-San said as much of a cockheel he is...he's kinda got a point about the villain quirk stuff and how heroes're kinda responsible for that. Then I thought more and more about it and...well here we are."

"In my dorm at five in the morning?" Izuku asked exhaustively.

"Shit dude, you said it not me."

"Okay..." He sat on his bed and rubbed his eyes again as Mineta spoke.

"Think about it. Villain quirks and hero quirks. What even is that actually? Like what is t...okay listen to me for a second, Uraraka-San specifically uses her quirk to rescue and help rather than harm. But she could just as easily use it to knock a dumbass into space. You see what I mean?"

"I do," Izuku nodded, "and that's a good point. The only issue is that people aren't logical like that. Decisions are almost always made with some sort of emotion. If we were all logical, heroes wouldn't even exist because when faced with danger they'd run rather than fight."

Mineta took a long sip of his drink, "I guess they'd find something else to call what they don't understand and fear. Whatever looks good on the surface is more accurate I think."

"You're not wrong," Izuku placed his hands together.

"The same goes for heteromorphs and the quirkless sorta. Anyone different, they don't want em. I mean, I can see why. When there're so many villainous heteromorphs and then quirks that make you drink the blood of someone you love, it's like a cycle kinda."

Izuku raised an eyebrow, "Does...this relate back to the heroes fixing everything line?"

Mineta shrugged, "Sorta...think about it this way, heroes aren't the government. We're not dieties spawned from the sky. But people still look up to us as the guys to be. Y'know, the guys everyone should be because we're the biggest of the bad...or good, y'know what I mean."

"And in turn," Izuku drummed a finger against his thigh, "they see someone who punches villains and helps people."

"Yup. It's not a bad thing to put down a bad guy when they're fucking things up. It's not a bad thing to help people neither. But...when you make us dieties, you make the people believe that solving taboo shit or what people perceive as taboo shit is done soley by kicking them in the nuts. Or...that a hero will help out someone in need."

"Useful for people who are hurting others. Not so helpful when the person could've been reasoned with or when the person needing saving is a child who's alone and left that way because nobody would help them. A hero will help them after all," Izuku scratched under his chin as he said this.

"That's a good explanation," Mineta nodded. "...Eh...whatever though. I should probably get back to my room." He hopped off the chair and went to the door and opened and closed it.

Before he could reflect on this conversation, Izuku heard Denki's voice from the hall, "The hell're you doing up so early, Minoru?"

"Nothing, what're you doing?" Mineta questioned back.

"Watching you come outta Midoriya's room."

"Well, we haven't smashed in a few days, so he was grumpy and texted me to come over early morning for some stealth smash."

"...You disgusting animal," Denki droned as Mineta cackled and Izuku shook his head and sighed.

This is basically a summary of the worldbuilding I have for Sadera in my fic. It's extremely small scale but I've been watching game of thrones and was thinking big. Anyways here you go. This is kind of just me telling because fuck writing this entire plot line, I'm not George Martin. I will be posting more about this in the future. My worldbuilding is basically that humans killed everything about this high fantasy world and made it low fantasy:

Over a thousand years ago, the world of Falmart was not populated and dominated by wonderous magiks and races. In those ancient days, an elven empire ruled all the continent, their name lost to time. Even the western desert that stretched a quarter of the continent.

But nothing lasts forever, and the fall of the elves would come in the form of the goddess Hardy opening a Gate at Alnus that saw an entire force of humans come through. They dressed in red armor and spoke a language that was alien to the elves and the rest of the demi-races they presided over.

Nevertheless, the men were welcomed by the chains. Humans were among the races the elves considered lesser and barbaric. Therefore, the few thousand men were thrown in with the rest. Little is known as to why there were humans in Falmart predating the lost legions arrival. Information like that has disappeared from historical texts.

A whole generation passed. The legion mixed with the native human population, telling them while collared about the land they hailed from and how humanity was not and should not be treated as lesser, but that they were supreme and had a right to rule.

Nearly fifty years after the legion was taken into captivity, a speck for an elf but a lifetime for a man, one decided to finally act with the rest of the slave army he'd built out of his own majority kind, orcs, the catfolk, and volralden's. All were races united by a common hatred for the elves and their kind.

Where the Saderan capital stands today was where the first battle was fought and won. A digger called Titus, said to be the son of a great Legate, led his mining colony to rebel against the whip holders.

From here, more uprisings sparked. Human and demi-human alike took up arms and broke their chains all over the continent. Territory after territory was lost in a gradual twenty year long conquest that ultimately saw humanity come out on top and establishing a new Empire in turn, the Saderan Empire. Modeled after the stories of his forefathers land, Titus The Dragon took his place upon the newly established capitals throne as Emperor.

As for the elves?

None are certain. Elves still exist in Falmart under extreme oppression, but even their history is lost to them. Their Empire's capital was burned to the ground with all their history. Some say that deep in the forests, some ancient relics remain of its whereabouts. The simple goal of the humans was to make sure none would remember the elven empires reign, only their end.

This is a combination of TNA Perc Angle, A Train, and Batman Venom. Also, I'm making Trigger work more like steroids. This'll be more of a summary because I wanted to really get a bunch of this idea out. Nsfw because of suicide mentions and the obvious drug abuse. One more thing, this takes place up to second year but the Overhaul arc hasn't happened yet:

Unable to cope with the fact he'll never be a hero again, Tensei Iida takes his own life a few months after Stain cripples him.

This has a severe impact on Tenya and his whole family. However, Tenya's father and mother unintentionally push expectations during the grieving process at their last son to be the greatest Ingenium the family's had. Things like, "I know you can carry on your brothers name," and stuff that sounds nice on paper but actually puts more weight on Tenya than anything.

There's other factors too. Iida's slowly watched as Izuku, Bakugo, and even Todoroki start to go past the limits of his own speed. He remembers being utterly humiliated at the sports festival by Mei who he's also formed a crush on that he's too nervous to act on. And also having to be saved by Izuku and Todoroki when he went after Stain, risking their lives because he was "too weak," to stop him.

So, Tenya starts training like he's never trained before. He keeps ripping his mufflers off to the point that they bleed, trains and runs relentlessly. He keeps trying and trying, but his speed in his own mind isn't improving fast enough.

Enter the HPSC who have in someway seen Tenya's extreme regiment. They manage to get him alone and convince him to take modified versions of trigger that they've taken from criminals. Iida doesn't entirely know what it is and him being him trusts the supposed "good" adults.

Right off the bat, he sees a massive increase in both his speed and strength. He manages to even outpace Izuku. It's awesome. Not only that, he feels more confident and more assertive. Mineta who normally goofs off no matter what Iida tells him about the rules becomes terrified when Tenya has a 'talk' with him. He even manages to pull Mei after gathering all that confidence.

He starts pulling off insane feats during training. Outpacing Izuku as I've previously mentioned and his kicks start becoming so strong that they can smash through titanium.

But things go wrong pretty soon. Izuku and Ochako both notice Iida acting outside of or not considering the rules for one. Shoto notices how combative Iida becomes verbally especially with him and Bakugo, the latter himself even being slightly taken aback by Iida's new attitude.

Aizawa notices too. He has a talk with Iida, thinking that the boy is still in grieving about his brother. Tenya during this has started to become more desperate for Trigger because he's begun needing higher and higher doses.

Then Iida does something so out of character during their talk that Aizawa knows something is very wrong. When Shota mentions that his brother would be proud of him, Tenya, having had enough of being compared to his brother by so many people finally snaps and says that he was a coward for taking his own life.

Tenya instantly realizes what he just said but Aizawa thinks it's just the grieving making him this way and not the shame so after scolding him he sends Tenya away.

He tries to throw the pills away, tries to tell the HPSC that he doesn't want them anymore. But at the same time the addiction he's formed overrides that and when one of the agents dangles the bottle of the drugs in his face Tenya instantly grabs and swallows four of them.

It's a very big spiral from here on. But, Izuku, Ochako, and Mei are there to hopefully help him out of it.

Basically the prompt is that some female heroes dislike the more revealing outfits that their counterparts have because it puts up an expectation that they need to look, 'sexy' instead of looking like a hero. This excerpts from an au where the league becomes heroes, Kinta is Mustard:

“T-Thank you,” he stammered awkwardly, his smile somehow becoming goofier. Kinta almost had to lean against one of the cars before he asked her, “So, Ketsubutsu?”

Himiko nodded rapidly, “Only the best hero school of the Shizuoka prefecture, East Point.”

“Hey,” Kinta gave her a funny look, “don’t hate Shiketsu because our uniforms look better,” he tapped the top of his hat. “You wear the polo well, Himiko-Chan, don’t get me wrong. But that Shindo guy? He looked like he was going door to door, selling lava insurance.”

“He’s not so bad,” Himiko tilted her head, bobbing slightly, “y’know, he and I went on a date or two-”

“What-…I mean, oh wow. Was he secretly a jackass?” Kinta was crossing his fingers behind his back, hoping he could be justified in his instantaneous dislike.

“Nah, we just weren’t compatible,” Himiko shrugged, her lips pursing. “Did your auntie get you into becoming a hero? I never knew you were.”

“She put the idea in my head being who she was and trained me,” Kinta nodded, “but…it took some soul searching to find out what I wanted to do with myself. I’ll be a different hero from auntie entirely though. Aesthetic’s not withstanding.

“Oh good, I was nervous that your costume was gonna look just like hers,” the two shared a laugh.

“You’d wear it better than I would,” Kinta chuckled. Where had he received the stones to say that?

“Oh, you’re terrible Kinta-Kun!” Himiko let a high pitched girly giggle escape her. “My costume isn’t like hers at all.”

“What about Mirko’s?”

“Of course you’d say that,” Himiko sniffed, her small nose twitching, “no, I wouldn’t be caught dead in a leotard. Or whatever Mount Lady sticks to herself for that matter.”

Kinta looked amused, “Oh, am I sensing a hint of jealousy, miss…” something occurred to him, “what’s your name? The hero one I mean.”

Himiko leaned forward, a sarcastic expression formed across her face, “Carmilla, and not wanting to put my titties and ass out on full display for the whole world is a personal preference, not me being jealous. I’m a hero, Kinta-Kun, not a showgirl…I’ll still look cute though…”

Kinta thought of the poses Mount Lady alone would take that looked like something straight out of a pin up magazine. He knew auntie did them too but he scarcely ever looked at that footage or the many unfortunate images because it’d risk a barf. “Well, what is your outfit?”

“That’s a secret,” Himiko spun a full three sixty, the duffel bag on her shoulder holding the mystery.

“Is it a red dress?”

“No. Why would you think that?”

Kinta made a face, “Vampires, your hero name? duh. I know what Carmilla is. My aunt’s bookshelves are full of that weird shit.”

https://www.reddit.com/r/BokuNoShipAcademia/s/yUtprr1BwM part two to this.

Someone once asked for Toru in my fics to get consequences. So I paired that in with trying to make her three dimensional. Bakugo x Toru btw:

This had to be the worst day of Bakugo's life. He didn't just throw that out either, he meant it.

Humiliation ritual after humiliation ritual.

First, at the start of the day he was forced to play pretty princess with two girlbrats who made him wear a bonnet and paint his fingernails red. That's why he was in the bathroom in the present trying to furiously scrub the polish off. He could already hear mom.

'Woah! My son's my daughter now!' then the hag would laugh that obnoxious laugh while dad did fuck all.

It got worse from there. Invisibitch made him read two stories before nap time and he couldn't say one sentence without one of these brats asking him, "Why does this happen, Captain Blasty?"

Oh yeah, his supposed coworker had introduced him as, "Captain Blasty," to top it all off.

There was more than that. At the end of the day, several of the children attached themselves to his leg and cried that they didn't want to leave. He had to get their mothers or fathers to pry them off, nearly ripping his jeans more than they were already.

And Toru hadn't been any help at all.

On top of introducing him as Captain Blasty, she'd made non stop jokes about going into the broom closet together during nap time. Just more vague jokes about doing it.

Oh, it was so funny because he was a guy, wasn't it?

Imagine if she was a guy. Imagine it. Then she'd just be treated like another Mineta.

But oh no, since she was a girl it was okay.

What a load of bullshit.

He yanked the sinks switch back and the water stopped with a small hiss. It was when he was sticking his hands under the air dryer, the gust tousling his jacket, that he decided that he'd had enough.

Enough of Toru.

He'd let a lot of shit that she'd said and done go, but this was it.

Making his way out of the bathroom, she was waiting for him in the hall, a smile across her face and her hands behind her back. She wanted to walk home with him and wouldn't take no as an answer.

"Woah...you're walking so fa-EH!?" Toru gasped when he grasped her shoulder forcefully. There were no parents around, no kids either. They were the last ones in the building so he could really let her have it.

The bad part was that he had thought of his mother too and that made him angrier. Bakugo held Toru firmly, his red eyes blazing. Her small smug face quickly dropped into one set with confusion and fear. "Bakugo?"

"Listen to me, and listen good..." He said lowly, his free hand jabbing a finger into her shoulder. "I have had it with your fucking pervert shit. You may think it's funny, the others might think it is, but I don't. I never have, and I told you to fuck off when you did it. You think that's me encouraging it or some shit?"

Her vibrant hair bunched against the wall as she tried to step away, but Bakugo was on her, his grip firm. "B...Bakugo, I...I..."

But he interrupted her, "No. I don't like it, I never will like it. What if I started grabbing you, what if I said shit like I'd like to wear your ass as a hat, what if I said any of the shit you said to me? Huh!? Answer!" Katsuki demanded.

Toru froze. Katsuki thought to himself that he hadn't ever seen her looking so small.

Maybe now she'd get the message.

Maybe now she'd stop acting like a weirdo.

"I didn't...I thought...but..." She kept stammering. To Katsuki's complete surprise, her throat hitched and her lip trembled.

She began to cry. Tears ran down her cheeks, colored in the turquoise mascara she had worn to match her hair color.

Now Katsuki froze, then let go of her shoulder. He stood there, awkward and unsure. He watched Toru turn away from him, her hand covering her face as she managed to stutter out, "I-I'm sorry...y-you can...can...go home f-for the d-day."

There was definitely something more to this. It couldn't just be about not being able to make innuendos at him.

He wanted to go home.

He would have.

Probably a year ago while calling her a dumbass crybaby.

Instead, he asked, "Why the fuck're you cryin?"

She didn't answer. Katsuki stood there, staring. He almost did walk away then, but instead he asked her again, "Hagakure, why're you crying?"

"I'm not!" Toru squeaked.

"Really?"

"S-Shut up!"

He kept standing there. What else could he do? He had no idea why she was bawling. It could be for anything.

"Just leave..." Toru said faintly.

"No," why was he saying this? Where had he gotten the idea to say...

...Kirishima. And...oh goddammit...Izuku.

"I ain't gonna let you stand here and cry your eyes out," Bakugo said.

"...It's...It's nothing..." Toru said faintly.

"I don't think it is."

"You don't know anything, Bakugo."

"I know you're crying about something."

She was still covering her face so he couldn't see her consideration and hesitation. He could, however, see the tensing in her shoulders and the shiver of her limbs. "I just...I don't do good with...I...I like you."

"...What?"

"You couldn't tell!?" Toru removed her hand and looked at him furiously. Her face was a mask of the runny mascara and emotions such as anger and guilt.

Katsuki shook his head, this kind of oddity was unfamiliar to him to say the least. "Didn't you kiss Taildude? And...I mean everything with Aoyama?"

"Y-Yes! But...But it's you now! I mean..." She had to take a breath, "there's nothing between me or them and I haven't...well...done anything!"

"Really?" Katsuki raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

"Yes! Nothing worked out, b-but with you, I thought...I thought we were different..." Toru's back hit the wall and she sank slightly.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, "So, then why d'ya act like...what you've been acting like?"

"...I thought guys liked it..."

"...Why?..."

"Because...because well..." Toru paused. It'd been a mistake to reveal that. Katsuki knew by the way she shuddered that she was silently cursing herself.

"If you hold everything in," he said suddenly, "then you'll only make things terrible for yourself and those around you. Trust me..."

There was a soft edge to his voice that he never quite thouht himself capable of. Toru looked at him, really looked at him. No jokes, no mask, it was as real as Hagakure and Katsuki had ever seen the other.

"I started...training in junior high. I had all these friends...we'd been together since we were in elementary school and they were so encouraging. Then...I find out I can bend the light around me to make myself..." She outstretched a hand and the limb disappeared for a split moment before she returned it to the viewing of the naked eye.

Katsuki wondered why he was here. If he even deserved to be here. Toru kept talking.

"I'd been invisible, all my life, and then...a-all of a sudden everyone is calling me beautiful and pretty...I thought they all liked me...I really did."

"What happened?" Katsuki asked.

"My friends...they...I don't know when it started but a rumor started going around about me and...and other...boys...guess who started them?"

"...My god..." Katsuki's face crossed with disgust.

"None of it was true, none...but nobody cared. Nobody would talk to me a for a year, my own friends used to dump garbage on me, call me names, I never realized how cruel jealousy can make some people...but..."

She took a breath. Katsuki felt sweat on the back of his neck as a hot flash passed through.

"So, I...I decided... when I got to Yuuei to um...reinvent myself. If I was confident and bold and...everything, maybe...oh...why am I even talking about this? I-I guess somewhere along the way I took it too far...I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have treated you like that. I really did think that we were...flirting in...in some way. I've never h-had a boyfriend before."

Katsuki was truly silent.

But not for long.

He took a step closer, not too into her space but enough to get her attention. "Listen, whatever they said about you was bull. I ain't sayin it justifies you doing what you did to me, but you don't gotta act in a certain way to make people think of you in some...uh way...just be who you are, that should be good enough."

She stared at him, her eyes glossy. For the first time, he thought she looked pretty.

Really pretty.

Toru looked to the ground, "Okay...I...I understand...sorry to...to put that all out so suddenly."

"It's fine," he said, awkwardly stepping away. "Hey, Toru-San?"

She looked at him, "Y-Yes?"

"...What time do we start tomorrow?"

There was genuine surprise in her gaze as she looked at him. He wasn't smiling, in fact he had that usual scowl. But, there was something more to it. She almost stuttered before correcting herself and saying, "Eight...j-just like today."

"See you then...or...d'ya wanna walk home together?" He felt like an utter jackass as he asked that, his neck reddening.

Toru paused, smiled prettily, and nodded.

Part two to this https://www.reddit.com/r/BokunoheroFanfiction/s/sFigT6M509

Given how Japanese society is, appearing out of the ordinary in school can get you bullied. In Toru's case, her being really pretty got a lot of jealous bullies to make up rumors about her leading to Toru putting on a mask when she got to UA:

This had to be the worst day of Bakugo's life. He didn't just throw that out either, he meant it.

Humiliation ritual after humiliation ritual.

First, at the start of the day he was forced to play pretty princess with two girlbrats who made him wear a bonnet and paint his fingernails red. That's why he was in the bathroom in the present trying to furiously scrub the polish off. He could already hear mom.

'Woah! My son's my daughter now!' then the hag would laugh that obnoxious laugh while dad did fuck all.

It got worse from there. Invisibitch made him read two stories before nap time and he couldn't say one sentence without one of these brats asking him, "Why does this happen, Captain Blasty?"

Oh yeah, his supposed coworker had introduced him as, "Captain Blasty," to top it all off.

There was more than that. At the end of the day, several of the children attached themselves to his leg and cried that they didn't want to leave. He had to get their mothers or fathers to pry them off, nearly ripping his jeans more than they were already.

And Toru hadn't been any help at all.

On top of introducing him as Captain Blasty, she'd made non stop jokes about going into the broom closet together during nap time. Just more vague jokes about doing it.

Oh, it was so funny because he was a guy, wasn't it?

Imagine if she was a guy. Imagine it. Then she'd just be treated like another Mineta.

But oh no, since she was a girl it was okay.

What a load of bullshit.

He yanked the sinks switch back and the water stopped with a small hiss. It was when he was sticking his hands under the air dryer, the gust tousling his jacket, that he decided that he'd had enough.

Enough of Toru.

He'd let a lot of shit that she'd said and done go, but this was it.

Making his way out of the bathroom, she was waiting for him in the hall, a smile across her face and her hands behind her back. She wanted to walk home with him and wouldn't take no as an answer.

"Woah...you're walking so fa-EH!?" Toru gasped when he grasped her shoulder, forcefully so. There were no parents around, no kids either. They were the last ones in the building so he could really let her have it.

The bad part was that he had thought of his mother too and that made him even madder. Bakugo held Toru firmly, his red eyes blazing. Her small smug face quickly dropped into one set with confusion and fear. "Bakugo?"

"Listen to me, and listen good..." He said lowly, his free hand jabbing a finger into her shoulder. "I have had it with your fucking pervert shit. You may think it's funny, the others might think it is, but I don't. I never have, and I told you to fuck off when you did it. You think that's me encouraging it or some shit?"

Her vibrant hair bunched against the wall as she tried to step away, but Bakugo was on her, his grip firm. "B...Bakugo, I...I..."

But he interrupted her, "No. I don't like it, I never will like it. What if I started grabbing you, what if I said shit like I'd like to wear your ass as a hat, what if I said any of the shit you said to me? Huh!? Answer!" Katsuki demanded.

Toru froze. Katsuki thought to himself that he hadn't ever seen her looking so small.

Maybe now she'd get the message.

Maybe now she'd stop acting like a weirdo.

"I didn't...I thought...but..." She kept stammering. To Katsuki's complete surprise, her throat hitched and her lip trembled.

She began to cry. Tears ran down her cheeks, colored in the turquoise mascara she had worn to match her hair color.

Now Katsuki froze, then let go of her shoulder. He stood there, awkward and unsure. He watched Toru turn away from him, her hand covering her face as she managed to stutter out, "I-I'm sorry...y-you can...can...go home f-for the d-day."

There was definitely something more to this. It couldn't just be about not being able to make innuendos at him.

He wanted to go home.

He would have.

Probably a year ago while calling her a dumbass crybaby.

Instead, he asked, "Why the fuck're you cryin?"

She didn't answer. Katsuki stood there, staring. He almost did walk away then, but instead he asked her again, "Hagakure, why're you crying?"

"I'm not!" Toru squeaked.

"Really?"

"S-Shut up!"

He kept standing there. What else could he do? He had no idea why she was bawling. It could be for anything.

"Just leave..." Toru said faintly.

"No," why was he saying this? Where had he gotten the idea to say...

...Kirishima. And...oh goddammit...Izuku.

"I ain't gonna let you stand here and cry your eyes out," Bakugo said.

"...It's...It's nothing..." Toru said faintly.

"I don't think it is."

"You don't know anything, Bakugo."

"I know you're crying about something."

She was still covering her face so he couldn't see her consideration and hesitation. He could, however, see the tensing in her shoulders and the shiver of her limbs. "I just...I don't do good with...I...I like you."

"...What?"

"You couldn't tell!?" Toru removed her hand and looked at him furiously. Her face was a mask of the runny mascara and emotions such as anger and guilt.

Katsuki shook his head, this kind of oddity was unfamiliar to him to say the least. "Didn't you kiss Taildude? And...I mean everything with Aoyama?"

"Y-Yes! But...But it's you now! I mean..." She had to take a breath, "there's nothing between me or them and I haven't...well...done anything!"

"Really?" Katsuki raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

"Yes! Nothing worked out, b-but with you, I thought...I thought we were different..." Toru's back hit the wall and she sank slightly.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, "So, then why d'ya act like...what you've been acting like?"

"...I thought guys liked it..."

"...Why?..."

"Because...because well..." Toru paused. It'd been a mistake to reveal that. Katsuki knew by the way she shuddered that she was silently cursing herself.

"If you hold everything in," he said suddenly, "then you'll only make things terrible for yourself and those around you. Trust me..."

There was a soft edge to his voice that he never quite thouht himself capable of. Toru looked at him, really looked at him. No jokes, no mask, it was as real as Hagakure and Katsuki had ever seen the other.

"I started...training in junior high. I had all these friends...we'd been together since we were in elementary school and they were so encouraging. Then...I find out I can bend the light around me to make myself..." She outstretched a hand and the limb disappeared for a split moment before she returned it to the viewing of the naked eye.

Katsuki wondered why he was here. If he even deserved to be here. Toru kept talking.

"I'd been invisible, all my life, and then...a-all of a sudden everyone is calling me beautiful and pretty...I thought they all liked me...I really did."

"What happened?" Katsuki asked.

"My friends...they...I don't know when it started but a rumor started going around about me and...and other...boys...guess who started them?"

"...My god..." Katsuki's face crossed with disgust.

"None of it was true, none...but nobody cared. Nobody would talk to me a for a year, my own friends used to dump garbage on me, call me names, I never realized how cruel jealousy can make some people...but..."

She took a breath. Katsuki felt sweat on the back of his neck as a hot flash passed through.

"So, I...I decided... when I got to Yuuei to um...reinvent myself. If I was confident and bold and...everything, maybe...oh...why am I even talking about this? I-I guess somewhere along the way I took it too far...I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have treated you like that. I really did think that we were...flirting in...in some way. I've never h-had a boyfriend before."

Katsuki was truly silent.

But not for long.

He took a step closer, not too into her space but enough to get her attention. "Listen, whatever they said about you was bull. I ain't sayin it justifies you doing what you did to me, but you don't gotta act in a certain way to make people think of you in some...uh way...just be who you are, that should be good enough."

She stared at him, her eyes glossy. For the first time, he thought she looked pretty.

Really pretty.

Toru looked to the ground, "Okay...I...I understand...sorry to...to put that all out so suddenly."

"It's fine," he said, awkwardly stepping away. "Hey, Toru-San?"

She looked at him, "Y-Yes?"

"...What time do we start tomorrow?"

There was genuine surprise in her gaze as she looked at him. He wasn't smiling, in fact he had that usual scowl. But, there was something more to it. She almost stuttered before correcting herself and saying, "Eight...j-just like today."

"See you then...or...d'ya wanna walk home together?" He felt like an utter jackass as he asked that, his neck reddening.

Toru paused, smiled prettily, and nodded.

I guess I'll be making that Toru prompt tomorrow. So a bit of a funny backstory, I completely forgot that Inasa tried out for UA and got the cold shoulder from Shoto and had him always going for Shiketsu so he was missing one part of his backstory. So, I panicked and came up with this instead literally off the top of my head as I was writing. Kinta is supposed to be Mustard, this is from an AU where all the League are heroes and Mustard is attending Shiketsu. It's not important to the excerpt here, but just so everyone here is up to speed:

“Oi, Inasa-Kun.”

He’d been in the process of bowing to a few giggling old women as he and Kinta passed by. Whirling around, Inasa gave him a smile, “What is it?”

Kinta hesitated, wondering if it was right to bring this up here. Then again, he didn’t want him to be off his rocker before going into the exam. “Why were you looking so funny at that Todoroki dude? Like you wanted to start the fight right there and then.”

Inasa blinked.

Kinta cringed a little, not expecting that he’d need to keep on talking. “I mean…he kind of looked like a dick, but…I don’t really know anyone that you dislike.”

Suddenly, he was frowning which actually made Kinta jump a little. He nearly dropped the mask and hat that he had close fisted in his right hand. Inasa looked forward to the nearing bend, a sign on one of the screens pointing in various directions of places one may need to go. One of these was the support item workshop.

“His…father. Endeavor, do you know him?” Inasa asked, a calm edge to his usual brash gruffness.

“Uh…yeah?” Kinta almost had to laugh. Who didn’t know about the former number one hero? Well, number one for all of two years after the death of All Might before he retired. The man with the most cases solved out of any hero and a fire quirk that nobody wanted to mess with. Even now, one of the guy's sons was the current number two.

“I have a…a…” Inasa sighed, “a dislike for him.”

“...Is that it?” Kinta raised a thin grey eyebrow.

He shook his head, “His son reminded me of him. When I was younger, my own father was thrown into prison. Endeavor put him there. My father was stealing food for myself and my mother. He was out of a job and nobody was working so…it seemed the best option. I know he was breaking the law but he was still my father and I was…was seven. The thing I’ll always remember though is…is something Endeavor said to me as police took my father away. I was in tears, crying my eyes out and all he said was, “Don’t turn out like him,” and then he flies away, leaving me and my mother alone.”

“...Goddamn,” Kinta turned fully to face him and stopped. What did he say to that?

The only way he could relate. Inasa stopped with him, almost looking at Kinta like he was searching for something. For what? Approval of his hatred? Agreement with Endeavor’s proclamation?

Kinta felt his lip becoming thinner as he spoke, “Hey man, I get it. Wh…What happened to your dad?”

“He had a long list of charges,” Inasa held up eight fingers for eight charges. “He’d use his quirk to steal for my mother and I. Food, money, whatever would get us by.”

It felt weird speaking about this right in the middle of a crowd that could overhear them. Inasa seemed to pick up on that and he and Kinta moved off to a small space between two massive beams that held the structure up.

Here, Kinta finally looked at Inasa with a hesitant but sympathetic expression and said, “Dude, why have you never talked about this?”

“You didn’t ask,” Inasa shrugged.

It occurred to him that he knew very little about his supposed best friend. “Is your mom okay?”

Inasa nodded, his brow creased sharply as he spoke, “She’s fine. It’s funny, things became better after he went to jail. He never wanted my mother to work and…he’d hurt her if she even suggested it. Not…Not physically but he was good with his mouth and unfortunately he used that to whittle her self esteem and confidence into dust. She’s…gotten better now that he’s gone and they’re divorced.”

Kinta really struggled to say something beyond, “I’m…happy she’s doing better.”

Inasa smiled, that usual wide grin. Kinta knew he was okay then or at least as okay as he usually was. “Todoroki-San isn’t responsible but…”

“But you see his dad in him?”

He nodded. “I’ll ask you something, as good as Endeavor proved himself to be, what kind of man, not hero, man, says something like that to a boy?”

“...I mean…” Kinta scratched his wrist, “it sounds like he’s a total asshole.”

“Eloquently put.”

BakuToru is my new favorite pairing:

"I got a cage fight tomorrow, if you wanna come and see me earn that five and oh," Kirishima smirked.

"Who's your guy?" Bakugo grunted, finishing up the last of his notes for the day as everyone began streaming from the class or to each other to join with their various groups.

"Some dude from Okinawa. Guys good with the kicks."

"Here's an idea," Katsuki huffed, "grab his ashy ass ankles and break em."

"That's the game plan," Kirishima hunched over like he was in the motions of actually wrestling at that very moment. "Can I get you in my corner again?"

He shook his head, "I got a babysitting gig. Brat won't have anyone but me taking care of him according to his folks."

"Aw, well-"

"WHAAAAAAT!?"

Even while visible, Toru somehow managed to be as sneaky as if she were invisible. Bakugo grabbed his ear and turned and saw her open mouthed in shock right in his face. Kirishima took a long step away, knowing that whatever was about to happen was probably going to involve a splash zone.

"Omigosh!" Toru squealed and began bouncing around him, her sheer mass of colorful hair mopping about. "You babysit? WhydidyounevertellmeKacchaaan!?"

He pushed at her but she stayed in his range, "It ain't that damned important!"

"Yes it is!" Toru spun about, "you could work at my parents pre school with me!"

"THEY LET YOU AROUND CHILDREN!?" Bakugo screeched, a terror entering him for their safety.

"That's right you big explosive baby! I'm the absolute best with kids!"

Bakugo jerked up from his seat and turned to her, a vein pulsing in his neck. That had to be the 38847828277482828272728488x2882 time Toru had called him that.

"Whaaat's wrong Kacchan?" Toru practically floated up to him, her smile bright. She had on some weird fruity conditioner that filled his nostrils as she invaded his personal space. "Mad that I'm the best?"

"You couldn't take care of shit, bright hair!" Bakugo roared, his finger jabbing into her shoulder.

Toru smiled, "Eri loooves me, Kota loooves me, and they're all totally scared of you. They think you're a former villain!"

"Have you been talkin to them behind my back!?"

"Why Kacchan...I'd never," she fluttered her hand, "more than five times."

Katsuki's teeth were grinding like sandpaper, his face brightening to a deep red tinge, "Lying ass....you...fucking...kill you...hate you..."

"This could all be settled in the shed behind the school privately, y'know."

"AUUUUGH!"

"Orrr," she turned on her heel and gave him a thoughtful glance over her shoulder, then a smile, "you could prove me so wrong by being a better caretaker. But..." Her lips popped as she pouted, "since you said no-"

"You kidding!? When does it fucking start!?" Bakugo demanded, getting right into her face. Toru did not back away at all. Instead, she held her hands behind her back and smiled.

"Weekends go from eight to twelve," Toru said plainly.

"YEAH!" Katsuki shouted, an evil smile crossing his face, "I'll be so much fucking better than you! Yeah! Be ready next week, cause I'm bringing the motherfucking pain!"

With that he scooped up his back pack and flipped Toru the bird as she blew a kiss at him on his way out of the class. Everyone watched with disbelieving faces.

"Did..." Izuku looked between the door and a smiling Toru, "did you just bait him into working with you?"

"Yup!" She nodded happily.