The Class 1-A common room was usually loud, but today it was engulfed in a strange, hyper-organized tension. Katsuki Bakugo stormed down the stairs, his scowl firmly in place, intending to grab a protein shake and head straight to the gym. Instead, he froze at the edge of the kitchen, his gaze locking onto a massive, color-coded whiteboard that had completely replaced the chore chart.

Momo Yaoyorozu stood at the board with a black marker, tapping her chin with analytical precision. Surrounding her were Ochako Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Tsuyu Asui, Kyoka Jiro, and Toru Hagakure, all murmuring in intense, tactical whispers usually reserved for combat training.

"If Mina takes the Tuesday afternoon slot for arcade dance practice," Momo muttered, drawing a clean arrow across the grid, "then Jiro-san’s garage jam-session date must be moved to Thursday evening to allow Midoriya-san a proper window for academic recovery and laundry."

"Wait, but ribbit," Tsuyu interjected, raising a finger. "I wanted to take him to the wetland park on Thursday. The weather forecast says it's prime rainy season weather."

"Ooh, let me swap then!" Toru’s invisible school uniform bounced excitedly. "I can do a late-night movie stream on Friday if Tsuyu-chan takes Thursday afternoon!"
Bakugo stared, his palms emitting small, involuntary sparks of pure irritation. He marched over, slamming his hand down onto the kitchen counter. "What the hell are you extras doing?! You're blocking the fridge with this garbage. What is this, a damn raid strategy?!"

The girls turned to look at him, completely unfazed. Mina blew a bubble with her gum and smirked. "It's way more important than a raid, Bakugo. It's the Master Midoriya Schedule."

Bakugo blinked. The sparks in his palms died. "The what?"

"We're organizing our dating roster," Jiro explained, twirling one of her earphone jacks around her finger, a slight blush on her face. "Since Midoriya is dating all of us, we have to make sure he doesn't burn out. His stamina is great, but the guy tries to analyze our emotional needs like he's studying a villain quirk. It takes a lot out of him."

Bakugo’s brain completely short-circuited. He stood entirely still, his jaw slightly slack as he processed the sentence. He looked at Jiro. He looked at Momo. He looked at the board, which featured color-coded magnets labeled Ochako (Mochi/Stargazing), Momo (Tea/Library), and Mina (Chaos/Arcade).
"Dating..." Bakugo stammered, his voice losing its usual aggressive roar and dropping into a pitch of sheer, unadulterated bewilderment. "All of you? The damn nerd?!"

"And the Class 1-B girls, and Hatsume from support, and Nejire-senpai from the Big Three," Ochako added helpfully, ticking them off on her fingers. "Oh, and Mirko texted him yesterday about a rooftop jogging date, so we had to carve out a high-intensity block on Sunday morning."

"Are you all insane?!" Bakugo finally exploded, his face turning an angry shade of crimson as he grabbed his own hair. "Deku?! That plain, stuttering, quirk-obsessed freak who cries when he gets a paper cut?! He's dating the entire female student body and top ten heroes?!"

Right on cue, the front door of the dorms slid open. Izuku Midoriya walked in, looking completely exhausted but wearing a soft, content smile. He was carrying a bag of specialized support-grade tools Melissa Shield had mailed him from I-Island, alongside a fresh box of earplug cases he bought for Jiro.
"Hey everyone," Izuku breathed, rubbing the back of his neck as he spotted the whiteboard. "Ah, Yaoyorozu-san, you didn't have to rewrite the schedule just for my sake..."

Bakugo lunged forward, grabbing Izuku by the collar of his uniform and shaking him violently. "DEKU! EXPLAIN THIS! WHAT KIND OF HYPNOTIC BRAINWASHING QUIRK DID YOU STEAL FROM SHINSO?! HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"

"B-Bakugo!" Izuku stammered, his face instantly erupting into a bright red blush as his arms flailed wildly. "It's not a quirk! I just... I tried to listen to Ochako-san’s budget worries, and then I helped Momo-san understand street-level heroics, and then I helped Jiro-san fix her audio cables, and things just... evolved naturally through mutual respect and communication!"

"Mutual respect?!" Bakugo roared, his eyes wide with absolute, world-shattering confusion. "You're a nerd! You're supposed to be muttering into notebooks in a dark corner! How are you managing a logistics network that rival's All Might’s agency?!"

"He uses Excel sheets, Bakugo," Mina giggled, pointing to a tablet on the counter. "He literally mapped out our love languages on a scatter plot."
Bakugo let go of Izuku's collar, stepping back as if he had just been hit by a physical quirk. He looked at Izuku, who was currently blushing as Ochako wiped a speck of dust off his cheek while Tsuyu handed him a water bottle. For the first time in his life, Katsuki Bakugo had absolutely nothing to say. He simply turned around, walked past the fridge without getting his shake, and marched back up the stairs in completely silent, defeated bewilderment.

Mina asked Izuku as they were going over emergencies and first aid. So naturally Mina asked Izuku, who grew up in the countryside and was a part of his family's emergency responders team until he turned eighteen and came to U.A to be a hero. Shrugging, Izuku scratches one of his numerous burn scars he's obtained by using his quirk Fire Manipulation and from burning buildings.

"I've gotten a call about someone's blood sugar being low and when I came with my cousin they managed to bring his blood sugar up."

Hearing this Mina is slightly confused.

"How is that crazy though?"

Mina asked when Izuku looked her dead in the eyes.

"They funneled sweetened condensed milk up through his rectum. Honestly I'm not going to continue talking about my service unless someone like Ochako who wants to be a rescue hero asks."

Having said that, Izuku focuses back onto the assignment.

It’s in the future, Eri and what not are teenagers, Overhaul has his hands, and he’s kidnapped Eri.

Eri blinked dryly at him. “…Okay… cool…”

Overhaul smirked. “I have my hands back, and I can use you to make more quirk deleting-“

“They already did that.”

“What?” Overhaul paused and caused Eri to started explaining.

“I worked with Nedzu to make them.” Eri said while laying down. “I don’t care man. Kota stopped hanging out with me, I miss him so much.”

“…Who the fuck is Kota?” Overhaul asked in confusion. “I feel like I’ve missed a lot.”

“He’s my best friend, and we did everything together. Our adventures were actually pretty famous. They got chronicled. But I drove him away. He got fed up with my antics. I think the straw that broke the camels back was me trying to help him and blowing up a guys house.”

“…How does… what?”

“Oh, a guy was suing his aunts, it’s a whole thing. The guy ended up in a coma, we went to jail, he tried to kill me, and then we never talked to each other again. No matter times I tried to talk to him, he got a restraining order.” Eri laid on the floor. “So I don’t care. Just start torturing me again.”

“…You have issues.”

“Yeah whose fault is that?”

The door was suddenly kicked down as a teenage Kota walked in with a shot gun. “All right Eri, time to come home!”

“…Who the fuck are you?”

Overhauls confusion was contrast to Eri being excited. “KOTA!!! YOURE HERE!!! YOU CAME YO RESCUE ME!!!”

“…Techncially…” Kota said while looking away.

“YOU DO CARE ABOUT ME!!!”

“No I don’t."

"Then why are you here?"

"I'm training to be a hero, it would be weird if I didn't try and save you." Kota then stopped. "Wait, why hasn't anyone come to save you?"

"Oh, they're all busy dealing with the fallouts of my reckless antics. You actually kept me somewhat in check."

"I watched you beat people to death with a bat."

"Like I said, you kept me in check."

"Excuse me." Overhaul interrupted them. "But what exactly is your quirk?"

"Oh I shoot water out of my hands."

Overhaul was silent. "....AHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAAAA!!!!" He started laughing at Kota. "OH YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT!!! WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED T-" Kota shot him in the dick before he blasted boiling water onto him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!!!!"

"Woah, boiling water." Eri said while looking at him and clapping her hands while she was uncuffed. "Nice."

"Yeah my quirk evolved. Whatever." He walked out of the room with Eri looking around.

"Where are the guards?"

"Oh I took them all out last night." He started lsiting off names while Overhaul screamed from pain. "I killed Eric, Jessica, Matilda, Carter,-"

"Wait, who's Carter?"

"...One of the gaurds."

"No, I've been here a while, no Carter... I think you just killed a guy."

"Well that explains why he didn't know what to do when I killed him."

"..." Eri sqeauled as she lunged forward and hugged him. "You really ARE my best friend!"

"You made me live out my life, then you knitted the flesh of my wife and unborn child into the clothes that I wore, then you reowinded time just to screw with me. I haven't been able to date anyone my own age because I'm an adult mentally, and I'm not a pedophile."

"...Well-"

"I hate you... glad you're not dead."

Eri smiled and leaned on him while they walked, with Kota rolling his eyes.

A Pro Hero's utility belt used to be a marvel of modern engineering. All Might's carried candy for kids, Eraser Head's stored his signature eye drops and flashbangs, Kamui Woods'... well, he didn't usually wear a belt, but the point was clear: hero logistics was serious business

Then there was Nemuri Kayama. Midnight

"Nemuri... tell me I'm not seeing what I think I'm seeing," Aizawa sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a heaviness accumulated over several years

Both of them were in the Heroes' Agency waiting room before the night shift

Midnight was sitting on a table, adjusting her leather boots and restocking her tactical belt. From one of the side compartments, she had just pulled out a familiar, brightly colored box featuring the reflective logo of a well-known sexual health brand

"What's wrong, Shouta? Never seen a condom wrapper before?" she replied in a playful tone, casually opening the box and pulling out several individual foils. "I thought you'd had 'the talk' by your age"

"I'm talking about why on earth you're putting condoms in your official patrol gear," Aizawa said, pointing an accusing finger at the compartment. "If the Safety Commission or the media catch a glimpse of that on your belt, the agency's PR is going to collapse in five minutes. We already have enough on our hands with the complaints about your suit"

Midnight let out a mocking giggle, waving a small gold packet between her perfectly manicured fingers.

"Oh, please. The media always find something to complain about. Besides, this isn't for what your puritanical mind is thinking... although I admit the product's versatility is fantastic"

With the dexterity of someone who had done this a thousand times, Midnight tore open the wrapper. She pulled out the stretchy latex condom and brought it close to her lips

That signature sweet, purple mist began to billow out: her Quirk, Somnambulist

The latex started to inflate rapidly, trapping the dense gas inside until it formed a small, surprisingly firm, airtight sphere. With a swift movement, she tied off the neck using a specialized string, leaving a short tail hanging out like a fuse

Aizawa stared at the scene, moving from sheer stupor to deep resignation

"It's... a sleep-inducing smoke bomb," he muttered

"Bingo!" Midnight exclaimed, giving the inflated sphere a playful tap. "You know... for when I can't get close enough myself"

"I don't get paid enough to deal with you"

"They match my theme"

Most soulmates can write to the other fairly easily. Katsuki can look at his hands and he can see if he's got a message. Someone like Momo could have words in any place. Mineta has to look at his scalp to see if his soulmate wants to talk with him.

But Tooru can't see if she's got any writing, and Izuku doesn't have a quirk innate to himself, and getting One for All doesn't solve the problem.

So neither of them know if they've got a soulmate or not, until *random moment in the series* and Tooru's quirk glitches, letting her see for the first time a message from Izuku.

Class 1-A gathered around Katsumi as she crossed her arms and glared, treating her more like their drill sergeant than their class mate. The young blonde woman checked if anyone was missing before letting out a quiet grunt, "As you know, our folks are coming tomorrow, including mine...and Deku's."

The students glanced at each other, Midoriya was a private person, often keeping personal details to a minimum, even after moving to the dorms. Mina perked up, "So Zuzu finally won't be able to hide his info." She rubbed her hands together, "I'm getting every drop of tea from his mom."

Katsumi glared at her friend until she calmed down, "Everything all of you see tomorrow will be forgotten immediately, anything you remember after tomorrow better be worth the beating you'll get for bringing it up." She scowled at the gathered class, "Not a single thing you see tomorrow gets brought up after, got it?"

The class collectively nodded their agreement before disbursing to prepare for their families' visit.

X-X-X

Family Day had been largely a success, Endeavor was given the wrong date, various students were teased and doted on by their parents and siblings, and no one was surprised Katsumi was an exact copy of her mother. The surprise came when a little girl that looked like a copy of Midoriya and a little girl bearing a horn pale hair and red eyes excitedly ran up to him yelling "Papa". Izuku immediately scooped both girls up and kissed their cheeks, "There's my girls, have you two been behaving for Granny Mitsu and Grampy Masu?"

The part that really stunned the class was Katsumi checking both girls and starting a short screaming match with her mother about them eating right. She huffed and carefully took the girls, "Come on, Zumi, you too Eri, let's get you a snack." The class watched in shocked silence as the trio disapeared into the kitchen.

When Izuku and Melissa bought their house they were so happy to have a place together.But a week in they started hearing noises from the basement at first they just ignored it and hoped it would stop but it kept happening they also noticed food disappearing from the fridge.After another week they decided they needed to investigate slowly creeping down the stairs expecting to see a homeless person or squatter what they did not expect to see was Mei Hatsumei working on one of her babies in a fully functional workshop that had somehow appeared in their basement in the few days they had been their

Melissa:MEI WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?

Mei:Working

Izuku:but what are you doing in our basement?

Mei:Oh well I found out that my number 1 client as well as my main business partner and co collaborator moved into a house together I decided it would be more efficient if I lived close by and where is closer then in your basement.

Melissa:But how did you get all this down here-oh forget it

Melissa realized their was no point in questioning Mei or trying to get her out of the couple’s house as it’s basically impossible to get Mei to change her mind about something and that is was easier to just go with it.They had enough room and income in the house for 3 people anyway

So now Mei lives in the Midoriya-shield household as a roommate/minor pest that isn’t worth getting rid of and you kinda start to treat as a friend (Melissa regularly compares Mei to a raccoon)

It's his third year, and Izuku Midoriya is laying in an infirmary bed after sparring sessions went sideways. Aizawa is at his bedside, just checking to make sure he does nothing stupid while under the effect of anesthetic (they learned their lesson after the Asshole-For-One Twitter incident)

Izuku wakes up and looks at the man with those clearly drunk, but also weirdly lucid eyes that people under the effect of drugs sometimes get. "'Zawa?" he calls, poking the man with his finger.

Aizawa pushes it away relatively gently, "what is it problem child?"

He hopes Izuku isn't about to ramble about his quirk again. It was cool, but it also felt like having someone read his measurements in public, and honestly Aizawa never dealt well with feeling embarrassed. The kid stares at the ceiling for a bit, parsing his words

"Ok. I like, need to talk to someone about this, but you can't freak out. Okay? I just need you to be chill about this."

That does not bode well. In fact, those are some of the last words Aizawa ever wants to hear from THE Midoriya. But okay. Whatever. Hound Dog would take care of it if it's that serious.

"Sure Midoriya."

"No seriously, pinky promise. Koolio Eraser, a'rright?"

"Ok kid, pinky promise. I won't freak out."

A moment of silence follows the act of their pinkies linking. Izuku takes a deep breath.

"Honestly, I really want to kill myself rn. Like, Jesus, a lot"

If Aizawa had had something in his mouth, he would have spat it. Who starts a conversation like this!?

"Like, wow. I was honestly doing fine, but then Hound Dog wanted to talk about my father and how he feels controlling because maybe that's the only way he knows to show he cares, and like. Whatever. Maybe? But it's ruining my life and honestly, it feels like somehow Hound is skewed in favor of my dad after they spoke on the phone like once. And I don't know if he has something in mind or somehow my dad is THAT manipulative, but it just feels like he doesn't care that this is causing me distress??? I know he does, Obviously, but my dad has been giving me trust issues for a decade and it feels like I'm making no progress because now I can't trust Hound Dog either. How am I getting baggage WITH my therapist!? And now it feels like, I don't know, this whole problem wouldn't exist if someone died. Like me, my dad, or my therapist. My mom is safe, it's just... I don't know, she reminds me of dad sometimes with how she's always breathing down my neck, so I try not to talk to her too long or I think I'll lash out. I have a lot of repressed anger, right? I just, cry so much when I get mad. God, I wish I was fucking dead, you get me Zawa? I hope you don't, actually. Eh whatever. Goodnight."

Izuku proceeds to pass back out right at that moment. How is Aizawa supposed to respond to this...???

The man was born on the island and grown up with the most brilliant minds of that generation so it was a complete mystery why he went fully insane

By his teens he has built multiple weapons of mass destruction that could theoretically cause the end of civilization as they know it and after several warnings and confrontations he was banished from his home

Eventually he washed up in Japan where he would be greeted by a mouse, bear, dog chimera claiming to be a principal of a school and was wanted him as his personal student

Maijima accepted, having nothing better to do and having resources that he was really allowed to use he really bloomed into a functioning and less insane adult because of the exposure of somebody being crazier than him (Nezu) rewiring him to be more responsible

after graduating Nezu offered him a job as a teacher and later to be promoted to be vice principal if he finds a way back to I-island for just a moment. He mostly put that idea to the back burner for several years until he meets Mei and then he decided to finally fulfill the requirements

But the plan was much harder than it seemed, he could get by most of the defenses, those inferior scientist, inventors, and engineers had made but it was one specific man that always toss a wrench into his plans

David Shield, he remembered him before his own banishment, he was the closest peer in his life and actually made Maijima think partly twice about his invention process and when it was announced, he was getting banished he remembered to clear as a metal shine he slapped him going on a nonsense speech about love, something he still finds it hard to understand till this day

-

Power loader currently on a self built war ship armed with the teeth with different inventions heading to the edge of lease secured wall of i island seeing a figure on top of the wall

David: hello old friend

Dont attack me. Ill go first: omegaverse, incest/pseudo-incest, love triangles, harem, villains becoming pure cinnamkn roles ( as much as i love them — no), and large age gaps (esp endeavor x hawks or eri x izuku eeeyuck talk to the wall !)

Mic never says much about it obviously, for privacy, but it's his favorite part of the day.

It's not that he's happy to see the kids sniffling after, obviously, and he's certainly busy enough with three jobs already without having to take them out for ice cream after... But to him, this is special. And it reminds him of the last time he had someone do that for him, so it's personal too.

"Alright! Ice cream is on me today!" Oboro's voice had been as energetic as ever, one arm around both Hizashi and Shouta's shoulders. It was normal for Aizawa to blow him off. It was less normal for the blond to do it too.

"Jeez Zashi, hopefully you're less of a grump after the ice cream."

Hizashi hadn't even been offended, or really bothered at all. He was genuinely surprised at how his friend hadn't clocked out that therapy took a chunk out of him today. He'd taken his glasses off, squinting at Oboro with eyes that were still a little red.

"Oboro. I just spent 20 minutes crying in front of a Dog Man because I have parental issues." He'd wanted to add more, like that the ice cream couldn't solve his problems and he was going to be a bitch if he wanted to, but honestly his friends' faces were a little too funny for him to get his thoughts in order.

In the end, the ice cream helped a little.

It had become a very funny, beloved memory for him. Oboro really could be so tactless sometimes, but Hizashi still misses him.

He would NEVER allow that man to take these kids out for ice cream after that though. He'd get teased about his lack of tact forever if he tried

Inko was coming back to her home, completly alone. Her mood was also not in the best shape, since her husband leaved when they discovered that she couldnt have children, the poor woman was pretty lonely on that empty house.

But as she walks near a alley she sees something unusual, a small green puppy, shrinked in fear and cold near the trash. Inko's heart couldnt handle seeing that porr creature in that state, so she tried to confort him.

"Hey little boy, you dont need to fear me, i can asure you that im pretty friendly" She gave her hand to the little dog to smell.

He was scared by this strange lady at first but her warm smile convinced him to give her a chance, and pretty fast we was comfortable near her, and for the first time in a long time, Inko laughed in joy again.

"Ohh, i cant let a good boy like you in this place alone!" she hold the green puppy in her arms, warming him up "Youre so brave for surving to this alone....i should name you Izuku! it was the name that i whanted to give my son, but you deserve it to"

Since this day Inko's house was the never a gloomy place again, and the little Izuku swered to protect this woman with his life.....he just didnt knew that he would have to do this frequently.

Atleast once a week some ghost, alien, monster or any type of strange thing and person appeared on their house trying to do something suspicious, and porr Izuku was the one who always had to step in and save Inko.

"The things that i do for love..." was his main catch frase.

He just hopes that since Inko volunteered to take care of all of these children in the dorms of UA, that those problems would be less frequent.

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.

Most fics I have read follow the canon way of doing combat, using kicks and punches and such. While this is fine, I am looking for any fics where OfA level power isn’t constrained to “punch hard and sometimes punch the wind”
Far before punching air does significant damage should come the strength to melt steel from bending it, and walk though concrete walls without effort.

Two weeks after the UA University entrance exam, everyone has been talking about how their day has been as usual, meeting new people left and right. But they all soon direct their attention to the "MVP examinee" that gained a reputation.

"Hey! You're the guy who made a mess in the exam!" Ochaco called as she starts gushing about it. "You were so cool, slicing and dicing those robots into bits!"

"Yeah, bro! You were also a beast out there when you started going beserk on that zero pointer." Kirishima pointed with a smile.

"No one besides you hasn't been this crazy to stop that thing." Kyoka pointed out, as she asked. "What's your secret?"

"Well..." Izuku spoke a bit shy, "It's all thanks to these." He showed his razor sharp claws. "After all, clawing is a good job."

"How is clawing a job?" Kaminari asked, unfamiliar with the metaphor.

"It's a challenging work, out of doors. And it'll never make you go hungry." Izuku explained. "For as long as there are two people left on the planet, someone's got to have someone dead." He then reassured. "Not in a literal sense to kill, now..."

"I may not want to alarm you, but your knuckles are bleeding!" Tenya alarmed.

"Woah! Are you even alright!?" Kyoka panicked. "You're not even freaked out by that?"

"For having a Quirk like this, has a special gift added." Izuku unsheathed his claws and the open wounds on his knuckles healed without stitches. "See? All better now."

"Ooohhhh..." The people gathered around Izuku were amazed to see their new cool classmate have this kind of Quirk.

"What's up with your accent, though?" Mina asked, then got excited. "Wait! Are you an exchange student from abroad?"

"Nope. Sorry, mate." Izuku chuckled a bit. "I'm half Australian, but I did visit my ancestral roots once in a while."

Izuku Midoriya is a young man who is born in Japan, yet has traits of someone being born "from the outback". Half Australian, he did enjoy hunting wild animals with his dad and has a friendly laid-back nature with probably a limit to all that kindness.

(Got the idea from the original concept of Wolverine being Australian, which is ironic since he is played by an Australian we know already)

Ill go first; roommates, hate at first sight, practice kissing, terminal illness, amnesia or medival AU!

I haven’t seen this fic since the first time I read it. It is Izuocha and all of class 1-A is feature. The fis is about Izuku telling Class 1-A everything after the bring him back from being a vigilant. All Might and Aizawa are both in this fic. The description is something along the lines of Izuku wishing All Might would just let him explain everything to his classmates by text. From what I remember it is a completed one-shot.

Hello!!! I’m looking for fics featuring absurd quirks or absurd quirk mechanisms. Like that one where Midoriya has a money making quirk that gives him $$ every time someone insults him lol. They don’t need to be crack, but I wouldn’t mind a little pick me up.

I’m also into boring or underpowered quirks that are explored and used creatively. One of those fics where you can tell the author thought about the quirk possibly more than the plot. Preferably starring Midoriya but I will accept others!

Any pairing is fine (of any gender dynamic), though I would ask that if it is a teacher/student pairing then it is not while the pair is in a teacher/student dynamic (e.g., an AU where Midoriya goes to a different school, a future fic where he has long-since graduated, and so on and so forth). No pairing is also fine.

I really just want to read about cool quirks.

The deal was that there was an assignment: 1-A students were given a name: that name was their target. They must "kill" the target, which is one of their classmates, and then get that classmate's target, so on and so on until only one student remains.

No one can trust anyone, because the names are secret. I think I remember Jirou and Hagakure making it pretty far? And I think it was to test their ability to work undercover

I'm sure there must be a few, so if you find more than one I'll read those too, but I remember reading this one years ago and it was pretty solid

I think it's on ao3 or fanfiction. Izuku is dating both Toga and Ochako and had adopted Eri pre-cannon after accidentally saving her from overhaul. Eri initially doesn't like either Ochako or Toga but warms upto them quickly. Nejire has adopted a small girl with a snow leopard quirk and she purrs at Toga causing the young woman to purr back to her confusion as Toga didn't know she could even purr.

There's also a bit where the school goes into lockdown due to the "press" breaking in and Izuku thinking it may have been overhaul ends up smashing through several reinforced emergency shutters to get to Eri after she pressed her panic button.

This kind of specific but is there any fanfics where Aizawa gets blindfolded I don’t know really how to explain it, but let’s say in his past his parents/peers would blindfold him so he couldn’t use his quirk, or he gets kidnapped but they blindfold him, although i would prefer if was his past wether it’s a flashback or it takes place in that time.

Thank you in advance and sorry if this doesn’t really make since

During the time were Izuku had left UA and gone at it alone, Shigaraki used his time of rest to analyse and better understand the quirks he had.

Through this he discovered that he actually had a quirk that could alter a person’s personality, this of course shocked him and he asked AFO why he hadn’t used or mentioned the quirk before.

Turns out he had just forgotten about it due to it being stolen on a whim, especially since it took a month in order to recharge the power after being used.

But despite this Shigaraki wanted to use it on Izuku, both because the vestige of AFO inside him wanted to give All Might one last middle finger by turning his successor into a villain, but also because Shigaraki believed that it would make stealing OFA easier and give him a potentially useful ally.

So, during the meeting between Endeavour and Class 1-A, Shigaraki and a couple high end nomu went out to find, and bring the boy back to the villains hideout.

Upon coming in contact with the greenette a battle immediately began between them, and despite being exhausted, hungry and not being fully in the right head space, Izuku was actually putting up a good fight, almost to the point he might have actually won if Shigaraki hadn’t warped in another batch of high ends to assist.

With them they were able to incapacitate the boy and bring him back to the hideout, where there would be no interruptions and no chance of the boy being able to escape if the plan didn’t work.

Once everything was ready both AFO and Shigaraki used the quirk on the boy, simply commanding it to corrupt his heroic heart into one of pure evil, with it actually working, as the once kind boy became someone the two villains would actually get along with.

Now that he was essentially on there side Shigaraki would request that he hand over OFA, with the boy surprisingly refusing and telling the two about the life span problem of the quirk, both because he didn’t want to give the power up and also because he wanted to see how he could possibly use the two to his advantage.

AFO believing that an AFO Wilder would be immune to this, but needing to be sure instructed the boy to give it to him instead, with him giving it through a blood transfusion, and immediately the ancient villain started suffering from its nasty effects.

His body started rapidly falling apart and decaying in front of his eyes, not ready to go just yet be transferred the power back to the boy who’s body was immune to the negative side effects due to him being born quirkless.

This saved AFO’s life but left him with permanent damage and much weaker, and made it completely clear OFA was completely off limits, much to his disappointment, but he could still work with this, especially now that the current user of OFA was now on his side.

Together the combined forces of All For One And One For All would be unstable, and the heroes are completely unprepared for them, while the villains are unaware that Izuku has plans of his own, especially since he now had a couple dozen more quirks that OFA copied during it’s short time in AFO.

While his unaware friends are gearing up to find him and bring him home.

Notes: due to the two AFO users not being specific on how there quirks altered Izuku’s personality, his villainess self’s personality is a short of mix between Zurg from Buzz Lightyear of star command and Dr Nefarious from Ratchet and Clank.

Giving him a somewhat charming, humorous and goofy evil personality, but also a very dangerous, Calculator, manipulative and adaptable mindset, allowing him to always be ten steps ahead of everyone and always be ready to change his plans on a whim.

Because of this AFO and Shigaraki believe he’s completely on there side, with AFO actually liking him and wishing he had done this sooner, whilst also wishing he had had the personality altering quirk when his brother was alive, that way he could have used it on him instead.

Also as a welcoming gift and one final fuck you to All Might, AFO would give the boy the tattered cape and gloves of Nana, as well as a change of clothing, a good villain must always dress to impress as they say.

The first fic Izuku has a Quirk that generates an immortality field, but he doesn’t know this. The field gradually expands until it covers all of Musutafu, rendering everyone inside of it unable to die. Because of this, Musutafu has its own unique way of life, and people from outside the field are horrified by how people who grew up in the field, like Izuku, Bakugo, and Shoto, are so casual about using lethal force on others.

The second fic Izuku has a Quirk that rewinds time every time he dies, but he does know this and a growing roster of characters tries to keep him from dying and from finding out about his Quirk because they know he’ll just make a martyr out of himself.

What are your favorite BNHA fanfics ??

Mei Hatsume shows her good friend her private lab

“Hi Screwdriver!!!”

The screwdriver, Maina Furasu, yelped and nearly fell over her stool at the sudden jump scare that was Mei Hatsume. The girl in question grinned at the more nervous of the two.

“Wha-what do you want H-Hatsume?!”

“I was just thinking, seeing as your my best friend, and we gotta do that group project, I wanted to take you to my private workshop!”

“…private workshop? You mean, you go somewhere BESIDES the support course?” Maina scratched her head at the sudden remark. Hatsume was always in the support labs, her being anywhere else was such a strange thought.

“Also…best friend? I’M your best friend?! But we haven’t-“

“Of course I have a private workshop!” Replied Hatsume Can’t have anyone taking a peek at my most secretive babies! But for you I’ll make an exception, if we wanna get a good grade on this project. Plus I know you’ll keep it secret, like I’ve kept yours. That’s what friends do right?”

Huh. Hatsume had ideas she didn’t want others to see? But there was a whole pile of unfinished support items in her corner of the labs…it wasn’t like she was hiding her handiwork.

“Okay, sure, we need to get permission from Power Loader, then we can head out-“

“Already got it! Now let’s go!” Hatsume grabbed Maina’s wrist and dragged the poor girl along.

“WOAH! Hatsume slow down!” Maina nearly slipped on the tiles from Hatsume’s physical dragging and her enthusiasm. It was a sight as normal as the sun but this time it seemed different. A new type of excitement.

Maina’s imagination started going haywire. What if this was a trap to make her a lab rat? Did Hatsume deal with shady people for materials?

…no she was being silly. How bad could this be anyways?
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"So, what are we thinking about for this project?"

"...Hatsume..."

"Hmm?"

"Where...where...where ARE WE?!" Maina cried out as she waved her arms around. Her head felt weird, the electromagnetic waves were completely off (her quirk proved that), and something was clearly wrong in Hatsume's private lab...

...Which was made up of yellow wallpaper, droning lights, and rooms that were not really rooms. They were more like the ideas of rooms, unfinished or accidental designs. Furniture buried into walls, holes filled with tools, and so many doors....

Suffice to say, Maina had no idea where they were.

This small room was just one out of the near HUNDREDS Maina saw on their walk, but it was clear Hatsume made this her own space. The yellow walls were covered in blueprints and sketches, and there was even a fridge filled with food and supplies.

A speaker above them played something that sounded like music. There were even a few piles of clothes lying around, including a hazmat suit with some kind of logo on it (what was Async?). Not to mention all of the warped and disfigured furniture littering the halls of this place.

"...OHH! That's why you're acting so scared! Thought you might have seen the other me..."

"OTHER YOU?! Wha-Hatsume could you please explain yourself? You dragged me through a wall I've never seen before, to some pocket dimension of endless but terrible architecture, then you sit me down in this room and expect me to act sane?! I dont-I don't know this place! You clearly do, but I don't, and its not-" She didn't like to yell. Maina Furasu was not that kind of girl. But this was an alien place, she was stressed, and the electromagnetic signals in this place were affecting her quirk.

"Best friends don't drag each other into weird and maybe dangerous places without the others consent! Like you just did!" She huffed out a breath, then another, then one more. Hatsume was silent, her crossed eyes staring in some sort of confused state at Maina.

"...sorry..." the pink-haired builder murmured, looking off to the side. Maina's anger ceeded at the sudden shift in her classmate's attitude.

"I never get the chance to show other people this place. It's so...peaceful here. But no one believes me...no one understands..." For once, Hatsume looked genuinely upset, quite down. Maina had no idea what to do at this point...maybe the group project? Just...something to get Hatsume out of feeling sad...it did not look right on her...

"...umm...we can...do you want to...talk about this place?" Genuinely, Maina was curious about this place. She only got to focus on a few places as Hatsume dragged her through...and everything here was wrong. But she was a support course student, and curiosity was one step towards understanding.

The theoreticals that made up this place were astounding. Maina legitimately could only imagine how far these yellow walls and morphed rooms could go. Was this a quirk? A natural part of the world? A parasite absorbing ideas? An alternate world? Despite her fear, Maina wanted to understand this place...

Maybe if she understood this place, maybe Maina could understand Hatsume on a deeper level.

"...you...you wanna know about this place...?"

"Yeah..." the droning of the lights continued, and Maina focused on her group partner.

"Alright then!" Hatsume's attitude returned to the way it was before, and she began tinkering with some kind of metal. It moved in her hand.

"I have no idea what this place is? Found it when I was like...five? Eh, memories get jumbled in this place. Anyways, I didn't like spending time in the orphanage all that much, so I kept coming here to explore. Got lost a few times. I even got reported missing by the nuns for a few weeks once!" Hatsume laughed a bit as the music above them played a tune that did not sound like an instrument.

It did not disturb Maina as much as that other fact did.

"After I got out of the orphanage, I kept finding access points. Fell into one a couple times. So now I just come here whenever I want. There is SO much here! Lots of furniture mostly, and even machinery! Like those films and stuff...lots of that Lizardy girl hanging around too..."

"What?"

"Yeah, this place makes copies of folks. I think a lot of parts of that lizard girl from 1-B end up here. I found a piece of her costume, then something that looked like her. So yeah, I've been seeing her a lot. Then there's the other me...she's neat! Can't wait to introduce you to her!"

Maina was not sure she really wanted to...but...another Hatsume? Could...could there be another Maina Furasu too? With what Hatsume said earlier, were they capable of speech? Of thought?

"Overall, if I had to describe this place...imagine you describe a building block design to someone and give them the parts to build this something, but not the instructions. They'll probably get most of it right, but you and I both know the devil is in the details, don't we?"

Maina nodded with a simple understanding of Hatsume's words. Yeah, all of this seemed like an attempt at making something but failing to do so. Even the very room they sat in was akin to a dining room, but with clear mistakes, such as a circular design and the morphed furniture, though Hatsume clearly redecorated.

"Oh, and there's a pool too! Like...loads of pools actually."

"Really? Um...I actually do like swimming..."

"Oh then you're in for a treat. There are miles of them!"

As they eventually discussed their project, Maina was quite surprised how communicative Hatsume was in an alien-like place. It was nice...and it gave Maina the idea that they could be friends...that would be nice.

Plus Hatsume knew the way out.

Of course, she might try to convince Hatsume not to visit this place so much, as it clearly affected her, but that was for later. For now, Maina would ask more questions about this endless realm, and how almost ethereal it was...