I can’t believe we’re this close to the end, it feels like there’s still so much story left to tell :-(
Warms my ♥️ to think that AM’s just going to do That for the rest of his life (plus Nezu ☺️)
One of many steps to building healthy trust between heroes and the public:
✨Transparency ✨
*Patrick Star voice* Who are you people?!
Practicality and cute stuff aside, I’m surprised that Inko doesn’t have a backup version of Deku’s first costume for him to use
Recovery Girl? You good hon?
Heteromorph Solidarity, iktr!
Eri and Kota
Sero’s commentary has been insane lately, somebody help him
Also, it’s such a small (and perfectly reasonable) detail, but I couldn’t help but laugh at Midoriya just jumping off the balcony without no hesitation to talk to her
Ochaco Uraraka Traits (Ranked by Izuku Midoriya)
1. Strong
2. Brave ♀️
3. Has a hairdo that’s perfect for her♀️
4. Kind
5. Honest (to be continued…)
I can’t wait for them to meet again, many possibilities
I bet the traitor is principal Nezu. The security system of UA, the high iron walls, will be used to trap inside Deku and the others. It will be easy for afo to convince deku going with him because of all the sheltered civilians and classmates taken as hostages.
Summary: You are currently undercover at U.A High School as Aizawa’s teaching assistant. One day on a field trip with Class 1A the League of Villains shows up and you now have to pretend that you’re definitely not in love with the leader. Of Course, Maybe you took it a tad too far.>-<
Warnings: None, Fluff. Slight bit of Angst but otherwise it’s just a pouty Shigaraki..
Word Count: 2 057
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“Shigaraki is dead ahead moving into the back alley. Y/n, I need you to cut them off,” Aizawa’s voice echoes in your ear. “I’ll handle Kurogiri.”
Your feet continuously pound against the stone floor. You pass several run down buildings as you sprint down the deserted streets. The League of Villains recently attacked an old hospital currently experimenting on quirk enhancement. Seeing as the U.A. students were conveniently nearby, the Saturday school trip has turned into yet another effort to finally get a hold of Tomura Shigaraki, head of the League of Villains. Because God forbid, we actually do something normal for a change.
As Aizawa’s newest teaching assistant, that he reluctantly agreed to, you were now careening around corners on foot to catch up to him and cut him off from behind while Aizawa took chase from the front. So far, you just wish you had stayed home.
As you make your way around the final corner you run into the man himself. His cotton blue hair billowing behind him, his cloak flapping around in the wind. His trademark hands are currently in place blocking your view of his handsome face.
“Hello Villain”, you say.
He says nothing in response, simply tilting his head at you.
“I’ve been ordered to stop you here”, despite not being able to see his face you can tell by his body language, he isn’t pleased with the idea. “Why don’t we have some fun.”
“Let’s not”
You quickly slip the knife waiting in your belt into your right hand. Using your quirk you block off all the exits except for the one in the direction of Aizawa. You lunge forward and swipe your knife at him but he jumps backwards in time to avoid the edge. You swipe again, he dodges again, and like this you proceed to dance around another with jabs and slashes. Despite his size and lowered visibility, he is able to move rather smoothly.
Again, you decide to emit your quirk to land a blow on him which he narrowly avoids. However this time, as he dodges away he latches all five fingers onto a column supporting a nearby building. His quirk manifests at an alarming rate and eats away at the majority of the column before swiftly shifting over to eat away at the bricks and chipping paint of the building itself.
“Wait! NO!” You lunge forward intent on stopping him, knife discarded. The area didn’t have any time to be evacuated, therefore, many people were still residing in the houses. If the building collapsed, it could definitely take a life or two.
Surprised by your sudden cry, he jumps away from the wall. Between the fingers, you can see his eyes have widened considerably. Before you had any time to say or do anything that could potentially explain the sudden outburst, you hear Aizawa’s voice shouting from behind.
“Y/n, get him now!”
Right. Remain focused.
You turn back to the task at hand only to freeze. Rushing towards you at an alarming rate was Shigaraki, hand outstretched, aimed at your face. On pure and absolute instinct, you drop down into a crouch before swinging your left leg around to connect with the corner of his knee. The blow lands with a sickening crunch and he immediately drops like a sack of potatoes as you roll out of the way. Adrenaline thrumming through your veins as you roll onto your feet again, turning to face Shigaraki. He’s lying on his side, hand fallen beside him and face in full view. Shigaraki’s face twists in pain as he lets out a strangled cry. However, this time, Kurogiri sits beside him and without wasting time, the two disappear.
“Dammit!” Aizawa says as he rocks up beside you. “Nice job though, that will definitely throw a wrench in their plans.”
You look up at Aizawa, confusion written all over your face.
He chuckles softly, “Nice job on breaking his leg, it’ll give the heroes a chance to breathe and track them down.” Aizawa begins to walk away and motions for you to follow so that you can meet up with the students. However you remain frozen in place as realisation begins to set in. Guilt immediately floods over you. You broke Shiggy’s leg. You gave him a clean break to HIS LEG. You wander after Aizawa in a daze. Meeting up with the students feels like a nightmare as each one compliments you on a job well done. It doesn’t feel like a good job. You plaster on a realistic smile as you pretend to revel in the glory. It’s an incredibly strange feeling to be praised for doing something you really didn’t want to do.
You’re never going to hear the end of this.
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Three agonising days pass before you’re allowed off campus. You send in a request with Principle Nezu and he allows you to stay off campus on Friday night for your ‘Mom’s birthday’. Aizawa gives you papers to mark and sends you off with a pat on the head and a request to remain safe.
“I doubt Shigaraki’s allies will be too pleased with you, stay out of the spotlight.”
You gave him your thanks before leaving campus. Now you stand in front of a rundown warehouse, cake in hand, mentally preparing yourself for the shit you’re about to get into. God can only prepare you for the amount of petty, pouty rage, Shiggy’s about to send your way. You move forward and slowly open the door. It swings open on its hinges anyway, screaming into the open space. On the musty couch sits Dabi and Toga watching some god awful American drama.
Dabi looks up and with a teasing smile and proclaims, “Would you look at that. It’s the hero.”
“Shut up, Dabi”
“Oh, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n”, he tuts. “I feel like maybe you should be a little nicer, especially with the mood he’s in right now.”
“Don’t you think I know that”, you hiss back, holding up the cake tin.
“You think Cake is going to fix this?”
You pause before softly mumbling a tired ‘maybe’. Dabi bursts out laughing while you throw a venomous look at him.
“Oooohh, no need to be like that, or are you going to break my leg now too– ow!” He shouts out, rubbing his head. Toga raises her arm again, TV remote in hand. A warning written all over her face.
“He’s in the back Y/n”, she says. She offers a smile, hand still raised. “Don’t worry too much about it.”
You thank her and send Dabi another mean look as you duck around the corner, striding towards the back room. As you reach the door you release a breath before entering.
Shigaraki sits on the couch, head in his hand as he watches the news. Surprisingly enough he’s staring intently at the sports channel. He’s avoiding you, you realise. You walk in on soft feet to stand in front of the couch. You place the cake on the coffee table. You decide to be straightforward and address the elephant in the room.
“Hey Baby, how’s the leg”, you say gently.
“Hi Darling,” he starts off, “It’s fine.”
Darling, he says. That one’s new.
“Are you mad?” you whisper. He finally meets your eyes. Crimson eyes burning with heat.
“Why would I be mad? It’s not like you broke my leg”, he says, gravelly.
“Baby, I promise you, it wasn’t on purpose. You caught me off guard. I barely even knew what I was doing, it was all on instinct”, You start off desperately. “I swear, it will never happen again. Aizawa just caught me off guard.”
His eyes fixate on you. He’s studying you thoroughly, doubt swirling in his eyes. His calm face remind you of someone in mourning. He leans forward, hands interlace, elbows resting on his knees. He doesn’t look at you again. Instead, he stares into the spot above the TV. Ideas turning behind red eyes. You feel your heart drop. Does he no longer trust you? Is this the end of the relationship? You’ve always known Shiggy’s trust was difficult to earn but you never thought it would be lost, especially not like this.
“Do you not trust me?” he asks at last.
You still. Do you not trust him? That’s ridiculous. Of course you trust him. You’d lay down your life for this man. For the opportunity for him to be happy, to burn the world down that betrayed him. To cripple a society that is unequal and cruel.
However, the scene plays back in your mind, the sight of his hand moving towards your face. His pinky tucked beneath it, only the thumb and forefinger truly posing as some form of a threat. Granted the only reason you had done what you did, had more to do with an object coming towards your face then a lack of trust in him.
You kneel down in front of him and rest on your knees. You remain on the side of his good leg, eye-level with him.
You reach forward and grasp his interlaced hands, unlocking them and entwining your own within his gloved fingers. Slowly you lift each hand up and place a kiss on the knuckles.
“I love you so much, of course I trust you.” You say gently. “This will never happen again.”
He smiles and then proceeds to lift up your hands in order to place kisses on your knuckles. Sincerity pooling in his eyes.
“I love you too. Please be safe.”
You send him a wink, “Always, and one really good thing came from this. The Pro’s trust me a whole lot more now.”
His smile drops suddenly and so does your heart. Maybe that came out wrong.
“I’m still in a lot of pain”, he says, looking away with a pout, “I’m still mad.”
You climb onto the couch next to him and place a kiss on his cheek before whispering, “I brought cake.” You beam up at him and he lets out the softest little chuckle.
“What kind of cake?”
You giggle.
“Chocolate, Delicious Chocolate.”
“Alright, I’ll eat the cake and then see if I’m still mad.”
You let out a laugh before kissing him full on the lips. Slightly chapped as his lips are, they’re still soft to the touch. He places a hand on your cheek and deepens the kiss, groaning. Warmth spreads over your body as you feel at peace. Wrapping his arms around you, you fall into him. The worrying for the past few days suddenly feels silly now as his gentle heat engulfs you.
You pull away breathless. Eyes like plated Mars, stare into your own. His beauty is stealing away all reasoning. Taking away the very air of your lungs.
“Cake?” you ask, a blush spread across your cheeks.
He nods back, “Cake.”
You reach over for the Cake tin and hand it to him before reaching down again for the spoons. As you turn back you see that he’s already opened the tin, a card sits in his hand as he stares down at both, a look of confusion written all over his face.
Oh Yeah, that’s what you forgot to do. He looks at the card, then at you before lifting the cake out of the tin and displaying it for you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the card has been placed aside. Without looking at it you already know what it says.
A quick note to “Enjoy the precious time spent with family” signed by Principal Nezu.
“Babe”, he says “Why does this cake say ‘Happy Birthday Mrs (L/n)’”
You Throw him a sheepish smile.
“Happy Birthday, Mom”
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A/N: There is nothing anyone can say to convince me Nezu wouldn’t do this.
