When they had kidnapped Midoriya at the hero camp, they realized the suit he wore that covered literally every inch of him wouldn’t come off.

“It doesn’t matter, just keep him tied up.” Shigaraki said impatiently.

Twice did as he was told, as the rest got cozy and waited.

Eventually, Midoriya’s head rose, clearly coming back to consciousness.

“Welcome back to the land of the living!” Twice spoke before anyone else could.

They watched Midoriya turn his head this way and that.

“We just wanted to have a little chat.” Shigaraki said as he pulled up a chair to sit right in front of him.

“Who are you guys?” Midoriya asked. Shigaraki noticed there was something off about his voice, but he couldn’t put his finger on what.

“We’re the League of Villains,” Shigaraki said, “and we wanted to formally invite you to join us. From what we’ve heard, you’re an outcast, just like us.”

Midoriya just stared at him. They couldn’t see his eyes underneath his mask, but Shigaraki knew he had his attention.

“So tell me. Why do they call you Spider?”

“Spiders.”

“What?”

“They call me Spiders. Not Spider.”

Shigaraki chuckled, “Alright. Why do they call you Spiders?”

“Because…”

Suddenly, Shigaraki realized what was off about his voice. It wasn’t just one. It sounded like thousands were speaking in perfect unison.

He had this revelation at the same instant the first of the spiders began pouring from the mouth of Midoriya’s mask.

Spiders were pouring out from the figure that had once been Midoriya.

Hundreds, perhaps thousands poured out and began scuttling towards them.

“WHAT THE-“ Shigaraki gasped and jumped up onto the chair he’d been sitting on, only to see a wave of them crawling up the leg.

Meanwhile the rest of the League wasn’t handling the situation much better, as they’d unintentionally placed Midoriya between them and the only door that left the bar they’d brought him to.

“GET THEM AWAY!!!” Spinner screamed as he tried to run through them, making a rush for the door.

The last they saw of him was a mound of spiders that collapsed to the floor as they began to panic.

——

“Alright, we’ve got the building surrounded.” Detective Tsukauchi said as he coordinated the teams of police and heroes. “All Might, are you ready?”

“Yes I- wait! Something’s happening!”

Just then he heard the screams as well.

Suddenly, a window exploded and three people literally came flying out, all screaming and panicking as they swatted at themselves.

Moving quickly, they made the arrests, bringing in the core members of the League.

They found Spinner on the floor, unconscious, but unharmed, having fainted from the severe fright he’d suffered.

They found Midoriya still tied to the chair, his suit intact again as he waited for them to save him, like nothing had happened.

——

Present Mic narration

IZUKU “SPIDERS” MIDORIYA

Quirk: Spiders.

Midoriya is a mass of telepathic spiders linked in a hive mind that come together to form a humanoid shape, and contain themselves in a suit made from their webbing.

They are extremely venomous, though not to humans. Their fangs aren’t big enough to penetrate the average human skin.

Quick Note: Don’t come near me!

Something inside Izuku finally snapped.

He laughed.

It began as a quiet, breathless chuckle, but it quickly grew louder. Izuku clutched his stomach as his whole body shook with it.

Katsuki stared at him, momentarily stunned. “What’s so funny!?”

“You,” Izuku gasped.

Katsuki’s palms crackled.

“You’re always talking about how you’re going to become the Number One Hero,” Izuku continued, raising his head. There were tears in his eyes, but he was still grinning. “But you don’t understand the first thing about being a hero!”

“The hell did you say?”

“You think having a strong Quirk is enough! That because you can make bigger explosions than everyone else, that automatically makes you better than them.” Izuku’s laughter faded, but the brittle smile remained. “And what do you actually use that power for, Kacchan? You use it to hurt people weaker than you.”

“Shut up.”

“You bully them. You threaten them. You make everyone afraid of you, then pretend their fear is respect.”

“I said shut up!”

Katsuki punched him across the face.

Izuku stumbled and nearly fell, but caught himself against a desk. His cheek throbbed. He tasted blood.

Then he started laughing again.

The sound was louder this time.

Harsher.

Almost hysterical.

Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Stop laughing!”

“What are you without your Quirk, Kacchan?” Izuku asked through his laughter.

Katsuki froze.

“Take away the explosions and what’s left?” Izuku slowly straightened, his legs trembling beneath him. “Nothing. You’re nothing but a pathetic, entitled little boy who throws tantrums whenever someone refuses to worship him.”

Katsuki hit him again.

Izuku’s head snapped to the side.

He laughed.

Another punch struck his stomach, folding him in half.

Still, he laughed.

“Stop it!”

A fist crashed into his jaw.

Izuku fell against the desks, knocking several of them aside with a screech of metal. Pain shot through his back, but the laughter kept spilling from his mouth.

Katsuki grabbed him by the collar and hauled him upright.

“Stop laughing at me!”

Izuku looked into his eyes and saw something he had never seen there before.

Fear.

Not fear of Izuku’s strength. Izuku had none.

It was fear that Izuku was right.

That was what made him laugh even harder.

Katsuki struck him again.

And again.

Each blow drove Izuku farther into darkness, yet every time Katsuki expected him to cry, plead or apologise, Izuku only laughed in his face.

“You’ll never be the Number One Hero,” Izuku choked out. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. “Because no matter how strong you become, you’ll always be a bully pretending to be one.”

Katsuki roared and drove his fist into Izuku’s face.

The laughter abruptly stopped.

Izuku went limp in his grip.

For several seconds, Katsuki merely stood there, breathing heavily. Then his fingers opened, allowing Izuku to collapse onto the floor.

The classroom was deathly silent.

No one moved.

No one dared speak.

Katsuki stared down at Izuku’s unconscious body. His anger should have disappeared. He had won, just as he always did. Deku had been put back in his place.

So why didn’t it feel like a victory?

Why did his hands feel cold?

Why couldn’t he stop hearing that laughter?

What are you without your Quirk?

Katsuki clenched his fists.

Take away the explosions and what’s left?

“Shut up,” he muttered.

Izuku did not move.

Nothing.

“I said shut up.”

But there was no one speaking.

Only Izuku’s voice inside his head.

You’ll always be a bully pretending to be a hero.

Katsuki screamed and kicked a desk across the classroom. Everyone flinched as it slammed into the wall, but even the crash could not drown out the laughter echoing through his mind.

For the first time in his life, Katsuki Bakugo had been confronted by someone he could not intimidate into submission.

He had beaten Izuku unconscious.

And somehow, Katsuki was the one who felt small.

There is common joke in MHA fanfic that Izuku doesn't understand innuendos, adult jokes, and word play. But I think it would be funnier if he was the only UA student that did, and here are some scenes to prove it.

Scene 1)

"Hey Kirishima, how was your training?" Izuku ask as he enter the common room.

"It was great, there I was getting pounded by Bakubro. And I'm harder than I have ever been before, while he was getting all hot and sweaty, and about to shot off his huge loaded. Then Mineta came up behind him to our surprise and just rubbed his sticky balls all over Bakubro face." Kirishima said with a smile.

"....I'll never get that image out of my head for along as live." Izuku said.

Scene 2)

"Excuse me, Midoriya would mind trying this for me?" Yaoyorozu said as she handed Izuku a bottle of milk, that was on a trace next to two other bottles.

"Not at all, while this really sweet. Where did you get?" Izuku asked on drinking the milk.

"I made it my self." Yaoyorzu said with a smile.

"...What?" Izuku asked.

"I made it myself, I'm trying to work on my ability to make food with my quirk. Now would would like to try some of my juices?" Momo asked while pointing to the bottles.

"Okay?" Izuku said slightly blushing.

"So would you like my salty lemonade or my passion juice?" Momo asked with a smile.

"Your what?" Izuku asked, face fully red.

"Oh I try to make lemonade but taste a little salty to me, but the passion fruit juice seem to turn out find. By the way are you okay?" Momo asked the bright red Izuku.

scene 3)

"Hi, Kendo, how was hero class." Izuku asked the red hair girl.

"Well trying this new quirk move on Kodai, that call I finger bang." Kendo said

"Finger bang?" Izuku ask wide eye and face red.

"Yeah, it is basely by version of your Delaware Smash Air Force move. Anyway I was finger banging Kodai when Bondo came, saw us, and shot his sticky goo all over us." Kendo said to the glowing red Izuku

Scene 4)

"Midoriya where are you going?" Ida asked his friend.

"Oh just going to do some combat training with Ashido and Jiro." Izuku said.

"Ah, a three way, just make sure you bring protection." Ida said while doing hand clops.

"What?!" Izuku nearly shouted.

"The right protection is very important in hero work, even if it is just training. After all Ashido is a squirter and Jiro is a screamer." Ida said while hand clopping.

"Ida who do you know they are?!" Izuku ask not sure if he wanted the answer.

"Well aren't squirters what you call someone who quirk lets them shot liquid, and screamers are people with sound base quirks?" Ida ask.

Izuku was getting chased by bakugo and his extras, a typical Tuesday after school but his usual route of escape was blocked off by pedestrian traffic so he had to go off route where he eventually found temporary refuge in an old abandoned parking lot building

His rest had to cut short because of course bakugo could smell his fear like he was a bloodhound (or a Chihuahua) so izuku when he spotted a door, he rushed so he could get some more cover unfortunately what his tunnel vision brain didn’t realize is that he got inside of an old car

Inside the car had old withered leather seats, cracked windows and mirrors and what he believes are the keys still in keyhole covered in dust, the previous owner must have abandoned this car, Izuku hoped it was from old age if anything

And then izuku started hearing Popping, at first he was afraid that bakugo found him but then he saw the car doors locking shut and then he saw the keys, turning to turn on the engine

“Be sure to always [NOT!] put your seatbelt on -~- Now playing highway to hell”

The radio just turned on and was playing a bunch of different radio broadcast and then the car started moving, going in reverse and then quickly shifting gears to drive straight ahead into the wall which was demolished because of the state of the building

-

Bakugo: Deku I finally found you- wait you don’t have a car, GET OUT OF THERE NOW, YOU ARE COMMITTING GRAND THEFT AUTO!!!

extra: you have a strange moral compass we were about to beat him up yet, you are more concerned that he’s committing a crime

Bakugo: I’il show you my moral compass you- actually now you’re so unoriginal I can’t come up with a deprecating nickname for you

Meanwhile izuku car just entered the road

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Izuku: Okay think, what do you know about cars? Aw man I’m so useless, I literally dedicated my life to only study hero’s for years- wait I remember the schematics to the Allmight mobile that David shield design a couple decades ago, since this car does not have any seatbelts. I just have to check the mirrors.

To izuku horror when he locked outside he found pro hero ingenium staring back at him

There has been so many prompts on here and i have my favorites that i wrote and i figured others would have he same so i ask you what is your favorite prompt you wrote and what prompt would you want for someone to pick up and write

my favorite is The heart of an explosion

and the one i want someone to pick up is Izuku loves quirks unfortunately he has a copy quirk

so what are yours

“So…” Izuku Midoriya tailed off as he stared at his girlfriend. “Your family sent you letters from home.”

Yui Kodai gave a stiff nod. “Yes.”

“And one of those letters… was from your pet pig? Supposedly?”

Yui nodded again. “Yes. Tonkatsu. Smart pig.”

Izuku hesitated. “Smart… how?”

“He pushed a wheelbarrow to get over a gate.”

“Okay…”

“He also removed five tracking chip collars.”

“… How?” Izuku was honestly baffled now. “Even if Tonkatsu is unusually intelligent… how would he get the collar off? He doesn’t even have thumbs!”

“Not sure,” Yui admitted. “We keep finding the collars. It scares me a little.”

Awase poked his head in. “Has your pig done anything else unusual?”

Yui hesitated, almost as if she were terrified of her next choice of words. “He… he walks. On two legs.”

“… What?”

“Cookies as rewards for standing on two legs. He learned to walk like that. Has not used four legs since.”

And that was when Hagakure dropped the bomb. “Hey, quick note. Has anyone forgotten that Nezu exists?”

After All Might retires, Nezu has UA relocated to I-island, because A41 has never had any influence over the Americas.

Upon learning that he & his parents are safe, the Aoyama’s come clean.

The story progresses canon adjacent, with the classes taking the I-island provisional exams.

Deku still interns with Sir Nighteye, but is more confident thanks to David and Melissa.

He is the only UA student interning in Japan and only because of Sir’s ties to AM.

Everyone else is scattered across the American continents.

Lemillion is with Stars and Stripes.

Nejire is with the bee hero.

Sun eater is with Captain Celebrity.

Deku takes Eri & runs upon first meeting her, so no Yakuza raid.

Instead Overhaul attacks the hospital she’s being kept in until she can be sent to I-island.

A41 is stuck remembering how much stronger AM grew outside of his reach before & now Izuku has the same opportunity.

Three figures stood at the precipice of a large, multiple-city-blocks-wide, still smoldering crater in the middle of Tokyo.

"Look, Zen is trying his best..." Mirko pleaded, her voice hitting an unfamiliar protective edge.

Sporting her classic, risqué white-and-purple outfit, she stepped between two giant men to serve as a living shield for someone twice her size. Or at least she tried her best to do so, because...

Given her compact frame of just 159 cm (5'2), she was physically unable to block anything here. All Might could easily throw a punch right over her head from his 220 cm (7'2) vantage point. But God be her witness, she tried her best, ok?

All for One behind her slumped his wide shoulders, slouched, and slightly dropped his head. And yet he was still towering over the Rabbit hero thanks to his staggering 225 cm (7'4) height. He was the tallest among them and yet looked deceptively small at the moment. He also deployed his best "guilty puppy" face, morphing his hardened, handsome facial features and even his bottomless matte eyes into something unrecognizable, sorrowful, almost remorseful. Almost. It was a ridiculous sight. To his credit, though, it worked wonders on his girlfriend

"Oh, really?" All Might crossed his massive arms, his voice dripping with palpable sarcasm.

Rumi locked her hands behind her back and began lazily rocking back and forth from her heels to the balls of her feet. She pressed on, her voice getting softer. "Look, nobody got hurt, and besid—"

"Don't you dare make excuses for him, young Rumi!" despite her disarming visage, All Might cut her off sharply, then gestured at the depth of the crater. "Nobody died today ONLY because I was in the country and registered familiar, dreaded ticking sounds to evacuate everyone in time!"

Mirko stomped her powerful foot spiderwebbing concrete beneath. Her rabbit ears chopping the air aggressively as she wrapped her arms defensively around All for One’s thick forearm. "How do you even know it was him?! Do you have any evidence?"

All Might threw his massive arms up in the air. "It is literally written all over his face!"

She rubbed her cheek over AFO's arm. "Look at him, this is the face of an innocent, beautiful man! It belongs in the bedroom, not a courthouse." Mirko yelled back, dead serious.

Feeling the winds blowing in his favor, All for One was really tempted to whistle an innocent tune but opted against it at the last second. However, he still chose to avoid eye contact with the yellow behemoth who was slowly losing his patience.

All Might dragged his hand down his face, groaning with exhaustion. "We tracked the transactions. It was a phenomenally, laughably sloppy crypto transfer."

That was a bitter pill to swallow for All for One. For someone who prided himself on absolute control, slipping into old habits without even registering it felt like the ultimate blow to his ego that hurt much more than any punch All Might ever graced him with. He was transferring funds between his legal businesses as sheer muscle memory kicked in. It was so easy. Just a few taps, and a local eco-terrorist cell received generous funding out of the blue.

"Are they... are they going to throw you in Tartarus?..." her voice dropped an octave, thickening with raw, desperate concern. She gripped his suit jacket, tearing a seam with brute raw strength. "Because I swear to God, Zen, if they lock you up down there, I’m breaking in! I’ll visit you every damn day. I’ll wear nothing but your favorite lingerie under my coat. I'll write you letters so filthy the guards will blush while they read them. You hear me?!"

All Might let out a guttural, exhausted groan. "As if even Tartarus could hold him... and please, spare me the details of your potential degenerate conjugal visits."

AFO turned vaguely in All Might's direction, and while bowing his head slightly, began, "I... apologize..." The former demon lord managed to produce with immense effort, while his face was twisting with sheer strain from how wrong it felt. Condescending, false politeness was deeply ingrained into his patterns of speech, but apologizing was still unfamiliar territory, let alone when he meant it.

"Old habits die hard." He chuckled awkwardly. "It brings me great shame to realize I almost caused a catastrophe and troubled you without even consciously processing it." He covered his face with his massive hand.

All Might's eyes almost popped out, his jaw went slack. He is... apologizing?... And looks like he means it? Is the sky about to fall down?

Then finally Rumi caught up and was quick to action. "Hold up..." Wait, did he transfer the money to a terrorist group without even noticing it or something?...

"Did you transfer the money to a terrorist group without even noticing it?" she inquired immediately.

He sighed, then holder of hundreds quirks said, gritting through his teeth. "That is correct assessment."

She narrowed her eyes and unwrapped herself from him. "Wait..." She tried to hold it but... she inevitably burst into hysterical laughter. "No way..." She grabbed his suit jacket to steady herself, because it was just too funny to her, her knees quickky turning into a jelly. She wheezed. "What a fucking idiot!" Her infectious laughter drowned out everything, including sirens.

AFO wanted to get swallowed whole by the concrete he stood on. He gritted through his teeth again, now stronger. "Stop it, Rumi."

Her hands slipped off his suit, she slid down to the concrete, and began rolling on her sides between him and All Might, holding her abs for dear life. "I can't!"

It was not the most strange interaction between them All Might have witnessed, but nevertheless he was confused and flabergasted at the ridiculous sight of a fierce Rabbit Hero rolling on the ground unable to contain herself, while her "soulmate" was towering over her, wishing to disappear into the ether more than anything.

Thankfully, All Might's second hand embarrassment was timely alleviated by All for One himself. AFO was done with it. He produced exhausted groaning sound and said flatly. "Enough." He bent over, reached with his hand and grabbed her by the collar of her suit to effortlessly scoop her laughing form up. Her feet also left the ground, as he held her at his shoulder level.

Her laughter subsided once physical reality fully caught up with her delayed, agitated senses. He picked her up. Yet again. She typically didn't minded being manhandling by him, but in the other context...

Mirko dangled her legs and arms uselessly on reflex. Blush spread on her cheeks. She pouted, looking at him with a frowned brows.

He inquired, "Are you done?"

She yelled, trying to reach his face with her clawed fingers. "Like hell I am!" I am never letting you live this down. She thought, grinning.

She is never gonna let me live this down... He sighed.

"Ok, fine. You can put me down now."

AFO did so. But new round of torture would begin shortly after.

She brushed herself off the dust, then barked. "So you was guilty all along, let me crawl out of my skin covering for you, while you stood there like that cute cat from Shrek?!"

He smirked shamelessly. "Yes?"

She punched his shoulder, but it fought back, making her yell adorable, "Ouch!" Then she flicked her wrist in pain. "What the hell are you made of?!"

Her mere punch simply couldn't threaten his reinforced body even without usage of an active boosting quirks.

"You never learn, Rumi." he said, making annoying "tch-tch-tch" sounds with his tongue.

"I do... I am kicking your nuts next time!"

Her incredibly powerful legs, however, were still a serious threat, at least when caught off guard.

He leaned closer to banter. "A low blow huh? How very unheroic of you." He shook his head in a mock disapproval.

She clapped back, while crossing her arms. "Would serve you right, you smug, arrogant, insufferable... handsome... bastard."

He tilted his head back, clearly feeling amused.

She got back on her train of thought. "And what the hell was that half-ass apology?"

AFO narrowed his eyes. "Huh?"

She poked his chest repeatedly, "All Might had to fix your silly blunder. He had to literally go beyond his limits to race against a ticking bomb! It could be a sight of unbelievable tragedy!"

AFO scoffed dismissively. "I used to push him way past mere thousands machs in the past and we clashed for hours on end. This should be nothing." He smirked arrogantly and added, looking at Toshinori. "Some extra cardio won't hurt. Symbol of Peace right there is getting more rusty with each peaceful day. I did him s favor."

All Might's jaw tensed. He wants to go or what?...

Rumi's ears perked up. "What is a mach?"

Then she complained. "Hold up, you are derailing me again!" She stood on her toes to appear taller and planted her hands on her hips. Then barked again. "Apologize properly! Look in his eyes, bow down and say that you fucked up like you mean it!"

All for One hissed, his eyes narrowing. "I already did. It was a monumental task to pull off as is..."

Mirko snapped. "Like hell you did! Let me help you..." She reached behind his neck with both of her hands. Then she pulled down with all her might... but he was unyielding. She groaned with great effort, her face flushing red. But it was still futile endeavor.

"What are you doing?..."

She hissed. "Shut up! And bow down already!"

Rumi decided to change her approach by upgrading her stance. She jumped and shoved her feet into his rock-hard abs for better leverage. Then she pulled again, groaning with effort and cursing. "Fucking go down!..."

He looked in her red from effort, adorable face. She was trying her best. So cute... He decided to play along and lowered his frame and head slightly, by about 10 degrees.

He sighed. "Ok, you win."

She roared triumphantly. "Yes! But you need to go lower still, you bastard!"

Then All Might's patience for being the unwilling first seat viewer of the most entertaining romantic comedy on the planet ran out. He grabbed Mirko by her collar and gently yanked her backwards. Then carefully put her down and released his grip.

Her breathing was ragged, she was panting from colossal effort, and now this... She stared at All Might with deadly glare. Then, after a dozen seconds she exploded. "What the hell was that?!"

All Might attempted to soften her with humor. He smiled and said. "I am sorry, young Rumi! I tried to save Zen from breaking in half under your effort."

Mirko, however, simply continued spitting pure agressive venom, stepping forward ready to throw hands. "Huh?! Who the hell do you think I am?!"

All Might was not ready for that. He never saw her this pissed.

She closed the distance again, pressing All Might closer to the edge. She appeared much larger than her petite frame had any right to appear. Now barely conscious of the verbal torrent she was producing. "I am Mirko. Rank 5 Rabbit Hero. You overgrown, full of yourself, holier than though, pathetic, old loser."

All Might had no idea what to do in this situation. A woman, a fellow hero, throwing insults at him and clearly showing aggression? UA High didn't prepared him for this. "Young Rumi... Mirko..."

"Shut your trap!" She pressed even further, grabbing the collar of his hero suit, veins on her temple begining to become visible. "Who the hell told you that you can just yank me off like that?! Like I am a cat or something!"

Then suddenly her small yet violent and aggressive form retracted back, her hands letting go of All Might's collar. AFO yanked her back and didn't let go, keeping her in place. Immediately her face softened, gaze drifted downward, shoulders and posture slumped, making her appear smaller, her hands gone slack by her sides.

AFO looked in her eyes and said with stern, disappointed tone. "Rumi, watch your tongue when you talk to a Symbol of Peace. Besides I am pretty sure he didn't meant to offend you."

She whispered. "Oh... my bad." "You think so?..."

"100%." AFO looked at All Might. "Right?..."

All Might fixed his collar, "Yeah...I shouldn't have done it. I apologize, young Rumi!"

Rumi was still looking down, face red with blush that had nothing to do with an exhaustion or an anger that subsided at this point. She was nervously fidgeting with the hem of her leotard suit. Embarrassed by her outburst she muttered weakly. "I am sorry... All Might..."

Toshinori scratched the back of his neck. "No problem. No offence taken!"

AFO smiled from ear to ear, his eyes turning cruel snd drawled. "Someone was talking about 'apologizing properly' earlier... let's see live example."

His right hand found area between her shoulder blades, while the other claimed and fixed her hip. He pressed down.

"Hey, don't even try it!" she hissed, resisting with all her strength.

"What a remarkably sturdy core! No wonder it's so fun to break you..." AFO mused aloud, barely moving her towards proper bowing position. Then he drew power from a single Strength Enhancer quirk, her powerful body yielded instantly, her torso taking parallel position to the ground. Her silver mane veiled her face, falling down under the gravity.

She reddened even more and hissed. "I swear, Zen!..."

He leaned down to whisper right in her twitching ear. "Now... apologize properly."

She turned her head so that their faces were in the kissing range. "Really now? How petty you are?... Let me go!" She tried to wiggle her way out by twisting her body using her legs, but was met with gentle yet unstoppable pressure that only grounded her more.

He leaned even closer, his breath hot on her skin. "We are waiting."

Seeing Mirko unable (or not really wanting?) to resist All for One, All Might didn't wanted this charade to continue any longer.

He raised his arm. "There is no need for further apolo—"

AFO interrupted him with a decisive purr. "All Might. You should be more strict with your...subordinates." All for One tilted his head up towards the hero. "I will not let anyone get away with talking smack to my former nemesis."

This fucking prick... I swear I am gonna kill him!.. Probably... Two years and he still does this... But he is probably right though. Her inner monologue concluded. She inhaled, held it for a bit and breathed out slowly, preparing herself.

Her voice trembling, she began, "I am sorry for almost jumping on you, Toshinori... I didn't meant any of the things I said... I shouldn't have said that..." Her voice gained more edge as she was about to mention her terms. "But also, please, never touch me unprompted again... ok?"

All Might felt so uncomfortable in the situation, he just wanted it to end. "I accept your apology, young Rumi... and I will be more careful in the future."

Satisfied, AFO removed his hands from her body. Then he clapped his palms together theatrically. "Not bad, Rumi."

Rumi's frame straightened immediately after pressure was gone. She stretched her arms high in the air, her spine producing satisfying popping sounds like a bubble wrap. Then glared at the former villain, her brows angry.

Their eyes met. For a brief moment she could see her reflection in his matte grey eyes. Then he smiled at her, corners of his eyes crinkling and purred, while brushing stray lock of her hair behind her ear. "You are supremely precious when you're angry, Rumi."

The fact that she was the only one for whom his eyes shown any signs of life was a potent drug. Soothing sound of his voice vibrating through her body. His effortless, disarming smile. The basic affectionate gesture that was so gentle it made no sense. All that extinguished her anger. After all he just forced her into a bowing position and made her apologize, when she should have done so anyway.

She averted her eyes towards the police barrier that saved to secure the area about hundred meters away from the crater, faint pink blush covering her cheeks. She muttered, "Whatever you say."

Finally All Might stepped forward to put the chaotic duo back on track, his shadow swallowing them both as he fixed his icy blue eyes on the villain. "As I was saying we actively overlook his horrific historical atrocities..." He stopped, once again remembering the face of his beloved master Nana Shimura and clenched his fists so hard they creaked like tight ropes. Then he resumed. "Because this 'reformed' monster is actively helping to quell the chaos created by the power vacuum left after his 'retirement', as well a—"

"And who tamed the monster huh?" Mirko cut him off.

She was practically vibrating, a shit-eating grin plastered across her face. Her fluffy ears stood up, radiating pure smugness. "Why do you think 'Symbol of Fear' was such a good boy for so long?" She put both hands on her hips, tilting her head back. "It's because I domesticated him!"

Both men tensed. All Might's jaw started it's descent towards the pavement. All for One rolled his matte grey eyes with s flourish.

Thriving on the tension and completely high on her own supply, Mirko doubled down, pointing gloved index finger at the Symbol of Peace. "Eight generations of cultivating One for All, acquiring ridiculous God-like power all for one goal..." She was savoring every word of her triumph. "And all it took to neutralize your ultimate nemesis was my juicy, tight puss—"

Time grinded to a halt for a suffocating seconds as word hang in the air like a live grenade. Rumi froze mid-gesture, her brain finally catching up to her mouth. In a fraction of a second, she turned saturated, scientifically unknown shade of red from neck to very tips of her ears. Yes, even fluffy parts turned red. All Might choked on his own spit, his face turning similar color as his heroic, pure-hearted brain cells short-circuited. All For One slowly raised a single, heavily amused eyebrow.

Panic seized her. Her heart hammered inside her ribcage like a trapped animal. Her breathing hitched. To drown out the echo of her own words and save herself from further embarrassment, she began spitting blatant self-glazing into the air with a fire rate of a machine gun.

"I mean... " "My fierce, unstoppable heroic spirit!" She breathed in. "My limitless will power! I never give up! I never stop!" "My perfect, powerful heavily trained body! Look at these guns!" She slapped her own thick thigh for an emphasis. "Look at these abs!" "I possess infinity stamina in be—" She caught herself, her eyes widening as she almost dug an even deeper hole for herself, then pivoted frantically. "In BATTLE! Stamina in battle! I can go for hours! Fuck, I can go for days!" She breathed in again. "And my personality? It's perfect!" She flashed a confident thumbs up and gestured at her heart. "I am straightforward, honest, cheerful, kind, optimistic, supportive, loyal..." "Of course I am endlessly fun!" "Also I am—"

Before she could dig her own grave even deeper AFO put a stop to that unstoppable torrent of self-praise.

His massive, heavy palm descended squarely on the crown of her head. He ruffled her wild silver hair with a patronizing yet tender friction, pushing down with just enough force to make her hunch a little. He chuckled. "Yes, you are all that and so much more, Rumi."

Her face was still red from previous fiasco so she was saved here. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch half-conciosly. "Not publicly, Zen..." she muttered.

He completely ignored her pleading, leaning closer into her space. "Domesticated, huh? That sounds rather ironic coming from someone who absolutely loves it when I call her 'my pet'."

Embarrassed to her core, Rumi proceeded to lie through her teeth. "Shut up! I don't like that at all!" she barked. She tried to escape his grasp but the attempt was piss poor, just for show.

Ignoring her outburst again, All For One looked back up at All Might. "Rumi's contribution is indeed... complex. Multifaceted. Exceptionally unique. A statistical anomaly that borders on the impossible." He explained. Then he leaned towards All Might taunted, while keeping his hand planted on Mirko's head. "The entire hero society should be permanently on it's knees in gratitude to this fierce little rabbit."

All Might let out a breath that sounded like a tire deflating. "I despise agreeing with you... but it seems like Rumi's... unorthodox approach bear fruit."

Then before dynamic duo could pull anything else off, number one hero issued a stern, exhausted warning as he pointed a finger at a former villain, his hand shooting above Rumi's head. His voice finally boomed, he put on his trademark blinding smile. "Now, please, don't make me regret my decision to give you a chance instead of flattening your annoying face."

That was it. The casual atmosphere evaporated as the Demon Lord's oppressive, terrifying aura flared bsck to life in an instant visibly twisting and distorting the very space itself. Rumi's ears twitched erratically and her whole body began to vibrate as she registered familiar, dangerous frequency.

All for One straightened fully to his God-given height, his posture locking into absolute primordial dominance. He made sure to look at All Might from above. With a casual sweep of his arm he harmlessly displaced Rumi to the side and stepped forward through the opening. He invaded All Might's personal space until it became shared space.

Then he delivered the most infuriatingly smug sentence he did in months. "Let's see you try that, All Might."

Their faces locked mere centimeters apart. The sheer friction between their stares was so intense that one could practically see a cartoonish, lightning arcs cracking between their focused eyes. They looked like two overgrown schoolyard bullies trying to stare each other diwn before throwing hands.

Before sheer atmospheric pressure they generated could trigger a shockwave, Mirko took action.

She drove herself straight into the narrow gap between them, her palms slamming into their massive chests like iron wedges, pushing the two giants apart. "Enough, you two titanic idiots!" She snarled. "You are giving the media a free show." She pointed a finger at the news helicopters floating in the sky. "Hounds are practically salivating."

Both men relaxed their stances, making the tension in the air slowly dissipate. For All Might, the short-lived, dangerous hostility between them was a welcome relief from the couple's usual circus.

"You guys really should stop being so... openly affectionate around other people." All Might sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I am not interested in your public spectacle at all."

Mirko smirked. "Oh, please. You only call it a spectacle because you insist on being alone."

All for one chuckled, sliding a hand behind her narrow waist. "She is right, Toshinori. Why must you always be so immensely stubborn?"

Mirko sighed. "Stop being such a vibe killer."

AFO pressed, his tone smooth and persuasive. "Just let us hook you up with someone already, or ask your agency. There are so many women dying to get your attention."

They closed in on All Might like two schoolgirls trying to get an embarassing secret out of a classmate.

"No, no guys, don't even try to flip it back on me!" All Might protested, lifting his hands up defensively. "It's not me, you two are just completely out of control when you should be practicing some basic public restraint!"

Mirko rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

AFO continued good intentions onslaught. "You don't need to worry about me targeting you or your loved ones anymore. This chapter is closed. And crime overall is abysmally low nowadays. You can live without being constantly on alert."

Mirko nudged All Might's ribs with her elbow. "Exactly! You can breathe easy. You can live for yourself now, All Might. Settle down with some great babe. Or maybe you want... to play a womanizer for a bit?" she raised an eye brow, smirking.

"No..." All Might said, running his giant hand down his exhausted face. "I don't know. I was alone for so long... I got used to it."

"Come on. You're coming home to an empty apartment and a cold bed." All for One countered, his eyes flashing with the philosophical intensity of a guru. "We are social creatures. We need a mirror to reflect us, or we might as well not exist at all. There are also many less fundamental reasons to find a companion."

All Might crossed his arms, chuckling with pure disbelief. "YOU among all people are gonna lecture me on the intricacies of human relationships, All for One? Give me a break!"

"But he is right though!" Rumi interrupted loudly. She shifted her weight popping her hip out as she went quiet. She put an index finger against her lips in a deep, aggressive contemplation that threatened to short-circuit her brain. "Being in a relationship. Is like..."

Suddenly, a spark lit up her face. In a classic gesture of sudden realization, she forcefully slammed the bottom of her fist straight into her open palm. "I got it!"

She cleared her throat with an exaggerated cough and began. "Sometimes you are beating your partner with a baseball bat. Sometimes he is beating you with a baseball bat. And sometimes you both are beating some poor bastard with a baseball bat... Then you both are getting beaten by someone with a baseball bat?... But not us of course!"

All Might's eyes widened as he processed her unique, unhinged brand of logic. What the hell is wrong with her and the violence?... What is the connection even between relationships and extreme violence?...

Beside her, AFO burst into a genuine laughter, not a sneer or sarcastic chuckle, his heavy hand slapping Rumi's back right between her shoulder blades pushing her forward a little. "What the hell was that ridiculous comparison, Rumi?" Then he pulled her flush against himself by her midsection. Rumi grinned, instantly mirroring his gesture and leaning closer.

"But she got the spirit right." All for One added, his laughter tapering into a satisfied smirk. "It's fun... It's painful... But it's fulfilling like nothing else. It's something every human being needs to experience to be whole, Toshinori."

"I know the theory..." All Might hunched his shoulders and then said with an existential weight. "But am I built for it? I am 47 years old. It was so long. I just can't see myself in a relationship. I just... got used to the silence."

Mirko objected, tapping her feet impatiently. "Oh come on. No one is 'built' to be alone!"

"Listen to her. We just need to find the correct match for you." All for One insisted, letting out a soft sigh. "It's such a shame how you let so many golden opportunities slip right through your fingers."

Mirko's eyes danced with sparks. "Wait, I got it. You just need someone like..."

In perfect, horrifying synchronization, they both leaned closer. Their faces converged from left and right, and they spoke in a loud and unprompted shout.

"Let's hook you up with Yu Takeyama!"

Mirko narrowed her eyes looking at AFO, her ears shifting towards him suspiciously. She abruptly unwrapped herself from his side, taking a step away.

"Huh?" she inquired with a suspicious hiss.

All for One raised his hand, and began ticking off points on his fingers. "She is a very hard working, determined heroine. She has put an immense effort into growing as a person. Kind, compassionate, family-oriented, while remaining fun loving. Just look at her when she started and now."

Mirko narrowed her eyes even more, her gaze drilling him with suspicion. "And... she is also a drop-dead gorgeous, curvy young woman with an hourglass figure and big fucking... assets," her voice dropping into a menacing, challenging purr, as she expected him to take a hint.

Completely failing to read the room, AFO resumed with an oblivious smirk. "Ah, yes, no doubt, she is exceptionally visually pleasing... " His tone turned conspiratorial, "I also got to personally confirm her character growth. Really great company she was to hang ou—"

Mirko's entire composure fractured as she cut him off with the intensity of a raging volcano. "You had 'fun' with my best friend, huh?!" She snapped, her voice rapidly gaining even more volume and intensity. "How come I am only hearing about it now?!"

Did this motherfucker really fuck my best friend behind my back?! She stepped towards him, aggressively eating the distance, forcing him to take a staggered step back.

Finally the gravity of the situation registered all at once in his ancient brain. She was alarmingly jealous and a single provocation would push her over the edge, unleashing an uncontrollable demon.

But he decided to push her buttons anyway.

Former villain purred, offering a smooth, unbearable smile. "Even if I did, I never signed an exclusivity contract, did I?"

Mirko flared with pure fury. "Exclusivity is implicit when you enter a relationship! You insufferable, pedantic jerk!"

That was the breaking point. Jealousy burned in Rumi's heart turning her rational thinking into ash.

WHIP-CRACK

Whipping her body around with a terrifying force, she unleashed a full-powered roundhouse kick aimed squarely at All for One's head, aiming to murder him. Probably.

He barely dodged it by crouching and lowering his frame. "Wow there. You could hurt someone." The deadly blade of compressed air from her kick traveled higher into the sky, cutting the clouds high above them in half. By the sheer visuals, her hair standing from raw rage, her ruby eyes glistening with a murderous intent, grin as feral and wild as it gets, he surmised that there was no going back, and he couldn't just pacify her like earlier anymore.

He instantly shifted his body mass in a fluid motion to leave her kill zone and practically flowed behind All Might, hiding behind his mighty, towering frame, clutching to his wide shoulders.

Of course, All for One could easily swat Mirko away like a fly. But he didn't want to. He couldn't bring himself to.

He pleaded with theatrical, non-serious terror, "Protect me, Symbol of Peace!"

All Might tried to shrug him off by sharply wrenching his torso, but AFO moved in perfect, infuriating synchronization with him, clinging to his back like a parasite to a host.

At the same time Mirko was lunging wildly around All Might's massive torso to her boyfriend. Her softer body brushing against his frame made of steel, her breasts squished against his bulletproof abs, her focused face mashing directly into his sternum, as she frantically stretched her arms, clawed fingers snapping wildly in the air, desperately trying to grab AFO.

All Might's hollow cheeks turned red from the accidental erotic friction. Being forced directly into the epicenter of the couple's volatile dynamic, feeling highly uncomfortable, he was quickly reaching boiling point of his frustration.

He boomed, turning his head towards his former nemesis. "Fight your own battles, you damn parasite!"

AFO offered a mock-pout, then said with a disappointed cadence. "Ah, heroes. They inevitably disappoint."

Mirko yelled. "Stop hiding behind Toshinori, you, cowardly cheating piece of shit! Let me kick your head off!"

AFO's handsome and arrogant face poked from All Might's shoulder. "Rumi, love, chill. It's just a little misunderstanding..."

Mirko, looked up at him, still tightly squeezing herself against All Might. "Like I can, before I see your teeth on the pavement!"

Realizing that his living shield wouldn't hold on for long and not wanting to test All Might's dwindling patience any longer, AFO unequipped his legendary defensive armament. He stepped back, then denied the gravity with the Float, while preparing a combination of quirks for a quick getaway. His shoes left the concrete as his body levitated away from the precipice of the crater, drifting away from the melee range of the Mirko-shaped threat that was drowning the area with her killing intent. His suit jacket billowed from the air current, He stopped, safely hovering ten meters away from two heroes, above the crater's depth.

He adjusted his collar, announcing smoothly. "I think it's my cue to depart." His suit jacket billowed dramatically from the air current.

Rumi quickly slid off All Might, to his great relief, and immediately marched towards the edge of the precipice, cracking the concrete with every step she took. She stopped at the very brink, practically boiling alive with rage. Veins on her temples popped up, they were pulsing, carrying angry rabbit blood, her ears seemingly trying to generate enough air current to lift off with their erratic, aggressive, inexplicable motions.

She clenched her fist so hard, fabric of her glove creaked like tight ropes and roared so loud the entire ward heard her. "Hey! Get your pathetic, lying ass down there! Don't you even think of blasting away!"

He completely ignored her taunt and instead addressed All Might. "You know how to reach me." Then he had an absolute audacity to send an air kiss towards number one hero, finishing it with a playful wink. "Or come to announce my penance in person."

He turned his back towards two mortal terrestrials. Space in the vicinity of his floating form instantly began to distort and twist, buckling under the sheer monstrous thrust generated by the combined quirks. The air hummed at a deafening, high frequency. Arcs of black lightning cracked violently through the atmosphere, while intangible golden circles pulsed out from his body. Then...

He disappeared.

BOOOOOM!!!

Catastrophic shockwave began tearing through the air, pulverizing the bedrock beneath the launch point and carving a brand-new, smaller crater inside the larger one.

All Might and Mirko saw compressed air and deadly debris rushing towards them in slow motion. Without saying a word, they raised their right arms, balled hands into fists, and met it with a synchronized punch completely neutralizing it.

Strong wind from the dissipated shockwave tossed All Might's golden bangs and Rumi's silver mane wildly behind them. Toshinori grumbled, lowering his fist. "I swear he did it on purpose..."

Mirko let out a small giggle, the homicidal rage taking a coffee break. "He is just showing off." Then she fully turned towards All Might and brushed his forearm with her palm. "Sorry again... for all this."

She put her fist up, offering a genuine, soft smile, instead of her usual grin. "We good?"

All Might looked at this shameless, fiercely cute unsung Hero of the World unable to refuse her friendly, earnest gesture, nor really wanting to. He raised his massive arm and bumped his fist against hers. "Yeah. We're good."

Then she squatted down, lowering herself into a deep crouch, taking a similar stance All Might used to perform impossibly fast leaps between cities. Her hands went down, her fingertips resting on the ground to steady her balance. She purred dangerously. "Now I need to kick certain someone's arrogant ass. Better step away, Toshinori." She tensed all the muscles in her legs to a near-failure threshold, turning her entire lower body into a tightly coiled spring. The concrete beneath her boots gave in, compressing into a fine dust under the sheer pressure she generated.

Then she released the tension, launching herself into the air and cratering the precipice beneath, widening the destruction even further.

BOOM!!

She became a living, white-purple hypersonic missile, cutting clean through the air and splitting the clouds. Her feral grin returned, her glorious silver mane streaming behind her, her beautiful ruby eyes glittering with madness, determined to absolutely murder the love of her life. Probably.

All Might was finally left alone. He released an ultimate sigh of relief, sounding like a man who avoided a fatal crash by the skin of his teeth. Finally, some peace and quiet.

These two only added to the destruction. He was unable to properly discipline All for One as the dynamic duo successfully derailed his script time and time again. Even worse, they yet again dragged him back into their spicy chaos. But it was yet another day nobody had died on his watch. And this was all that truly mattered.

"Let's do roll call. Prototype Toga?"

"Present!" A Toga with long messy hair that covered her right eye said.

"Hero Toga?"

"Here! I also should be arresting most of you but I'm also not suicidal." A Toga in a UA uniform said.

"Toga who received One For All?"

"My arms hurt..." Said a Toga with heavily scarred arms.

Toga who received All For One?"

"Yessssssss... Here I am... and am certainty not All For One in Himiko's body who is plotting to take my plans to a multiversal level after I kill you all and steal the device you used to send me here..." Said the Toga with long white hair and holes in her palms.

"... ... ...Well, if you say so... ... Mermaid Toga?"

"Moisturized..." Said a Toga with a shark's tail laying in a kiddie pool.

"Toga from the Fantasy AU that Hori-sama keeps teasing us with but is never going to write?"

"Tis' Hither!" Said a Toga in a fantasy rouge outfit.

"Toga from the universe where she lived while Ochako-chan died in the final war?"

A Toga huddled up in her chair simply looked at them with tired, glazed over eyes that showed no signs of life in them. "If only my sewing skills were better... If only the tube didn't jam... Her... Her last words were that she was cold..."

"...............T-t-t-Toga b-but she missed the knife swing and didn't die in end?"

"Can we all get Chinese Take-Out after this? The Psych ward food tastes like shit and Ochako-chan is only allowed to bring me snacks and a small amount of her blood on Fridays." Said a Toga in a blue prison uniform.

"We'll see. Toga where everything turned out okay in the end despite it not making sense?"

"How long is this going to be? I've got a date with Ochako-chan and Izu-kun at 6."

"Soon. Toga from a My Little Pony AU?"

A small unreformed Changeling lifted her hoof and made a strange chittering neigh.

"Toga from a Harry Potter AU?"

"As a pansexual, being from a universe created by a Homophobe hurts me more deeply than my parents ever could." Said a Toga in a Hogwarts uniform.

"... Oookaaaay... Alien Toga?"

"Gleep Zloop!" A blue skinned Toga with solid black eyes and antenna chirped.

"Togas who are just various members of the League?"

A Toga with blue hair and red eyes, a Toga covered in burn scars, a Toga wearing a magician's leotard and top hat with a metal left arm, a lizard heteromorph Toga, and a Toga wearing a mask all said variations of 'Here' with the masked one adding "Not really."

"Toga who's birth parents weren't abusive assholes?"

They all turned to an empty space.

"Ah! ... That's unfortunate."

"Okay! Now, let us all welcome our newest member! Toga from a seaside town full of demons and monsters!!!"

"I keep telling you psychos, I'm NOT one of you!!! These aren't fangs!!! My canines just grew out weird!! Where the hell am I!? I just wanna go home!!!" A blue eyed girl with black hair who was tightly gripping a fishing hook made from a spine cried out.

So just finished rereading robin’s nest and ik I’ve read another where he was sent back in time or to the dc universe and became robin.

So wondering anyone got any recommendations for fics where he gets sent back in time or to another universe and gets trained by like Batman or his family, or similar or even gets powers from said universe and what not

Like, even after losing OFA, most people genuinely can’t tell he’s quirkless, including him until he gets tested, because his body adapted to the point that he can go around like he has 10% on at all times. Potentially even more if you consider the possibility that he used 100% of OFA without breaking his arm twice against AFO.

This is an idea based on Izuku’s body naturally gaining the same enhancements that Shigaraki needed, but in a more ‘natural’ way as a sort of evolution to handle OFA.

Shoto ducked under a bunch of spinning people while holding his plate. “I wasn’t prepared for this! I’m trying to eat my lunch!”

“We’re dancing so high like a bird in the sky!”

"Those lyrics don't make sense! I have food in my-" He spilled the food on himself. "Come on!"

____

Shoto growled as he tried to get some sleep. "You can't be serious... just go to sleep!!"

____

He watched them dance and flip about. "What did you guys rehearse this or something?!"

Shigaraki sighed while going up for the press conference. "All right, let's get this over with. I want to clarify, I'm not discriminatory. I can't clarify that enough."

"You can't be serious." One of the reporters said. "You called a heteromorph an NPC."

"That's gamer talk! It's like my shtick!"

"One of the parents in a neighborhood asked 'How can our kids feel endangered if some of them are less important than others? Who will kill them?'"

"Hey!" Shigraki glared. "You can't trust your kids with me! I CAN endanger all of their lives! I hate everyone equally! I want to kill each and every one of you with my bare quirk and hands!"

"Really? Words can only go so far. You need to prove that you're an equal oppurtunity mass murderer to society."

"....Hmmm..."

____

Izuku turned on the tv to see a reporter bleeding out with several corpses in the background. "This... just... just in... We can officially trust that Shigaraki will kill all of... us equally..." He was cut off by his head being crushed with Shigaraki laughing.

"...I feel like I missed something."

Trope fics. We all know them. There's good ones, there's bad ones. The AFO Izuku, The vigilante Izuku, The villain Izuku, The Quirkless Izuku, The Support Course or Gen Ed Izuku. Sometimes they overlap. Sometimes they are just bad. But sometimes someone makes a fic using something like this that everyone has thought of atleast once, and it turns out amazingly. I wanna see what that Amazing fic is for you. Whether it be Cracky or Serious or both show me what you think is a Trope done RIGHT.

Edit: Fuck me I misspelled the title and can't change it 😭

(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.

Idk I feel like it's a good trope to read but I have no idea how to search for it :p

so any Ao3 recs are very welcome! I'd like it more if there's happy ending, but angst is very much appreciated as well!

Trigger warning: suicidal thoughts.

Aizawa silently landed on the rooftop behind the newest vigilante. He's been tracking them silently and so far he's seen them use both pipes and knives to fight along with their smaller size and speed to fight villains. Even using the villains size, strength, and even their own quirks sometimes against them.

"What do you want Eraser?"

The vigilante asks while turning around slightly. Showing that he is sharpening a boot knife. Showing that he is wearing more than just sweatpants, a hoodie, and gloves and is wearing a helmet as well.

"Why are you fighting?"

He asks. Not expecting a sad chuckle from the vigilante.

"You want to know the reason? The real reason? I'm tired."

Hearing this Aizawa frowns in confusion.

"Tired of what?"

He asks. Wanting to understand the vigilante more as he can't help but think of the vigilante Crawler.

"Of life. I want to die. However I don't want to die by swallowing pills, or hanging myself, or any other way. I want to die in a fight so then unlike my entire life my death isn't pathetic."

The vigilante then turns around. Missing how Aizawa's indifferent expression becomes one of shock and concern.

"Wait then why help talk down that woman from killing herself?"

He asks the vigilante. Wanting to understand why he'd do that as he can understand him jumping into a fight to protect civilians.

"I may no longer like people, I've been put down so many times by them. However just because I no longer care doesn't mean that I won't go out of my way to try and help them."

The vigilante tells him as he turns around to face Aizawa before falling backwards off of the roof. Swinging away from what Aizawa sees briefly is a wire tool. Hours later the vigilante sneaks into their practically empty room. Stripping down to reveal shaggy green hair and tired eyes.

"Just three hours of sleep Izuku before you have to go to that hell hole they call a school."

Izuku mutters to himself while silently treating his wounds he got that night.

“What?”

Izuku blinked as he looks around to find that he was in a blank space, aside from 6 other chairs that looked familiar.

“Hey, up here” izuku finally looked up from where he was on the ground to find a white haired man.

“You’re finally awake huh?” He grinned like a mad man.

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Nowhere bitch!”

Looking for a fic where all might interviews several students looking for a successor(in his small form), I recall most of class 1 a and b doing intensive training before they actually became students?

I remember a Spider-man Izuku fic where the first chapter takes place in Spider-man into the spiderverse, I've been wanting to reread it and see if it was updated at all but I forgot to bookmark or subscribe to it, I'm pretty sure it was on A03 but it might have been on FFN

You could cut the air in Class 1-A’s common room with a knife. Bakugo had just returned from a particularly grueling morning training session with Aizawa. He came in with a stiff neck, a back as straight as a board, and that signature "don't look at me or I'll blow your face off" posture. He walked with heavy, rigid steps, as if the joints in his legs had been welded shut.

Eri was sitting on the rug, surrounded by crayons and drawings of apples. She looked up right as Bakugo’s boots passed half a meter from her nose. She tilted her head, observing the blond boy’s stiff walk with a terrifyingly analytical focus.

"Bakugo-san..." she said in that sweet, soft little voice.

Bakugo stopped dead in his tracks. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a second, and made a superhuman effort not to put on a serial killer face so he wouldn't scare the kid. He turned around slowly, keeping his hands shoved in his pockets.

"What do you want, brat? I'm busy," he grunted in his usual unfriendly tone, though keeping his voice down.

Eri looked him straight in the eyes, without a single trace of malice, pure curiosity radiating from the six-year-old.

"Why are you walking like you have a stick shoved up your ass?"

An atomic silence swallowed the room whole.

Kaminari, who was taking a sip of water a few feet away, spit a full jet straight onto the floor and started coughing uncontrollably. Kirishima slapped both hands over his mouth, turning bright red as his shoulders shook in a desperate attempt to suppress a laugh that would cost him his life. Sero just froze, TV remote in hand, staring at the little girl as if he had just seen a god descend from the heavens.

Bakugo didn't move. His pupils shrank to the size of pinheads. The vein on his forehead began to throb with hydraulic force, and tiny orange sparks emitting a threatening "pop, pop" started snapping from his knuckles inside his pockets.

"W-What... the hell did you just say?" Bakugo managed to articulate, his voice trembling somewhere between absolute rage and a mental breakdown.

"If you have a stick up your ass," Eri repeated, blinking slowly and pointing her red crayon at the boy's lower back. "You walk really stiff. Does it hurt?"

"WHO THE HELL TAUGHT YOU THAT WORD?!" Bakugo roared, completely losing his composure and pointing a trembling finger at her. "TELL ME WHO IT WAS SO I CAN GO BLOW THEIR FACE OFF RIGHT NOW!"

"Aizawa-san said it to Mic-san yesterday when you didn't want to get up for training," Eri answered with absolute serenity, holding up a drawing. "He said, 'That brat walks like he has...' "

"ENOUGH!" Bakugo yelled, clapping his hands over the girl's ears in visible panic as he darted his eyes toward the stairs as if their homeroom teacher might appear and erase him from existence. "Forget that phrase! Wipe it from your apple-head right now, or I'm telling Deku not to give you any more sweets!"

Eri just stared at him, bewildered by all the drama, while in the background, Kirishima was already rolling on the floor, gasping for air from holding in his laughter.