I Haven’t Touched Aot Since It Ended And Im Rewatching It Now. I Genuinely Forgot How Awful It Is Help

every once in a while i think to myself, ‘having a baby wouldn’t be so bad,’ and then i think abt the fact that

one, i would need to bone a man to get pregnant with said baby (vomiting at the thought of it)

and two, black women are much more likely to die during childbirth than anyone else (tbh not how i’d like to go out)

maybe i’ll adopt later in life. anyways thank you for coming to my tedtalk

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

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drifting away in the galaxy

i know a lot of weirdos like this guy so here ya go :/ 【𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 | 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕】 𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘚 1-𝘈 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘒𝘈𝘛𝘚𝘜𝘒𝘐 𝘉𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘎𝘖𝘜 𝘟 𝘊𝘓…

HERE IT ISSSSS

i actually posted this a few days ago but i figured it’d do some good to link it here :3

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

restarting mha bc im gonna try to upload this kacchan draft soon and istg that bitch gets on my nerves. pissing me off in his very first appearance and that’s not an exaggeration.

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

fr and he’s not even my bias

I scroll through the Jongho tag on tiktok and start chewing on my hand and scratching on the walls

𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶

𝘈 𝘋𝘈𝘠 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘖'𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈'𝘚 𝘍𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌 𝘝𝘐𝘚𝘐𝘛

𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘜𝘌𝘓 𝘖'𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘟 𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌!𝘖𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘉𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘠 𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘜𝘌𝘓 𝘖'𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈, 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕𝘛

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𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“hey, siri. call-” elena barely got her sentence out when her phone began to ring. she made her way to the counter and peered at her phone before answering it.

“hello?”

“hey, cariña. how are you feeling?” her husband’s soft voice came from the phone.

“i feel fine, mi amor. you know, i was actually just about to call you.”

“were you? we must be in sync,” elena could hear the smile in his voice, “i wanted to let you know i’m on my way to get the girls, and then i’ll be on the way home.”

as elena opened her mouth to respond, there was a knock at the door.

“hm, well i’ll see you when you get here. te amo, miguel,” though she spoke with pure adoration, most of elena’s attention was on the door.

“te amo, mi esposa.”

as the call came to an end, elena made her way to the door. before opening it, she pressed her ear against in an attempt to recognize a voice coming from the other side of the door.

“.. and we’re gonna be friendly and respectful, and we’re not gonna play with our web shooters, alright?”

“i know, dad. what’s taking him so long to open the door?”

“you don’t what he’s doing. that might not even be his car in the driveway, may.”

may?

“who is it?” though she had an idea of who was behind the door, elena wanted to be sure.

“oh- uh, my name is peter! i’m looking for miguel o’hara?-”

“and i’m mayday!”

taking a deep breath, elena unlocked and opened the door, leaving the door chain in place as a precautionary measure.

as she peaked through the small crack, elena looked up and saw a man. he appeared to be pushing fifty, his hair peppered with gray strands. dressed appropriately for the transitioning weather, peter had on creme colored knitted sweater and jeans. mayday had on an army green sweater dress, her wild curls slightly tamed and tied up in a ponytail.

“why are you looking for miguel?” elena had an inkling of a feeling as to why, but she wasn’t one hundred percent sure.

“well, we used to work together, ya know? and it’s been a while so i figured nothing wrong with checking in,” peter had a gentle smile on his face, but his emphasis on ‘work together’ left a nauseous feeling in elena’s stomach.

strangely enough, though, being seven months pregnant will also do that.

“are you sure you’re not here about work?”

at elena’s question, peter raised an eyebrow. after a silent minute, peter relaxed his body and gave elena a bright smile.

“he’s told you, right? about our adventures? i promise i’m only here as a friend.”

elena’s stared at the man for a short while before softly closing the door in peter and may’s face, leaving father and daughter in shock.

click!

the door opened, revealing elena’s 5’2 figure. she pulled the door back, allowing the two enough room to get inside her home.

“thank you,” peter gave the much shorter woman a kind smile, one which she returned.

as may got settled on the couch, peter took a look at all the pictures on the mantle and on the walls. as he came across a picture of miguel cradling his younger daughter for the first time, peter turned to elena.

“how long have the two of you been together?”

elena looked at the picture and smiled, vividly remembering the day she brought her little Isabella into the world.

“we met a few months after i had gabriella, so about seven years.”

at that, peter did a double take.

“wait, so gabriella isn’t his?”

“biologically, no. but miguel is the only father she’s ever known, and he’s been around since essentially the beginning,” elena got a bit defensive; though she knew he meant no harm, the way peter worded his question didn’t sit right with her.

“of course, of course. i meant no disrespect. it just shocked me because of..” peter trailed off, but elena knew what he was going to say.

“i know,” elena’s voice was soft, “he told me about her.”

peter gave the woman a soft look before moving along and stopped at a more recent picture.

“who’s this kid?”

the kid in question was a young man in his early twenties. it wasn’t his cheeky grin or the glint of mischief in his eyes that caught peter’s attention.

it was the mostly striking resemblance he saw in himself.

as elena looked at the picture she chuckled a bit. she’d have to call him later.

“actually, that’s peter. he’s an intern at miguel’s office. he babysits our girls sometimes.”

“ah, i shoulda known,” peter b. chuckled out.

the two moved over to the couch where mayday had gotten ahold of the remote and was surfing through channels before landing on disney channel.

“oh!” elena exclaimed, “i’m sorry, i just realized i never introduced myself. my name is elena.”

peter let out a hearty laugh before saying, “it’s lovely to meet you, elena.”

as he got comfortable, peter continued, “so, how’d you two meet?”

as miguel’s mini suv got closer to his home, the man’s nerves increasingly got worse. he couldn’t explain it, but something felt off to him.

“papi! i show you ‘n mami my drawing!”

at two years old, isabella was a bit of a fire cracker. the concept of an indoor voice hasn’t registered in her little mind, and she was incredibly demanding.

terrible twos, right?

through a chuckle, miguel simply responded with, “i can’t wait to see it, mi princesa.”

turning into the driveway, miguel stared at his family’s home. as he moved to gather isabella from her car seat, gabriella grabbed her bag and rushed to the front door, waiting impatiently for her dad to unlock it.

with isa in his arms, miguel walked up the driveway. in an effort to be discreet, he gently pushed gabriella out from in front of the door. if someone unfamiliar was inside their home, he’d need his kids to get as far as way as possible, as soon as possible.

with a slow turn and push, the front door was open. the first thing miguel spotted was his pretty wife, her manicured hands resting on the swelling of her belly — yet another girl.

the second was the little red head girl sitting on his couch under his throw blanket watching his telenovela.

the third was the wide smile on the face of the man standing in his living room.

ay dios mío.

“miguel, old buddy! it’s been waaaaay too long! how ya been?” completely ignoring the look of utter defeat on miguel’s face, peter walked over with arms open wide in preparation for the long awaited reunion.

“not long enough. how and why are you here?” Miguel dodged the hug, instead moving toward elena to deposit their little one reaching for her mama.

“your ears aren’t bleeding, are they, amor?” he asked with a kiss to her temple. she chuckled lightly, shaking her head no.

“peter’s been fine. i’ll take isa so you guys can catch up.”

miguel slouched on the couch while elena left with Isabella on her hip. with gabriella dragging may to her room, the two men were left alone.

“elena says she’s a stay at home,” peter spoke first, either unaware or uncaring about his friend’s dread.

“she is. peter, why are you here?”

peter took a minute to examine his friend. there was white sprinkled in his hair, which was a little longer than it was the last time they saw each other. there were light bags under his eyes, but he didn’t look tired. he looked.. content.

“believe it or not, i missed you, man. i wanted to see how you’ve been and then i found out you had a whole family and i just.. i’m happy for you.”

miguel looked at the man standing in front of him. he’d toned down the smile, but there was still joy in his expression, albeit more subtle. the crows feet were prominent on his face even without a smile there.

“… what do you wanna know that she hasn’t already told you?”

peter’s eyes shined.

“everything.”

“- and this is gabi after her first soccer game.”

miguel had pulled out the photo albums he and his wife used to document their lives together.

“wow! man, i gotta say it: for you to have this great life and all you had to do was wai-”

“wait,” miguel cut him off.

“yeah! all you had to do was-”

“no. shut up,” he was looking towards the stairs.

“… what’s wrong?” peter whispered, having no clue what triggered his closest friend.

as he stood, miguel responded, “gabi is never this quiet with company over.”

and with that, he made his way up the stairs taking two at a time, quiet yet efficient. peter wasn’t far behind.

miguel opened the door to his oldest daughter’s room. laid on the bed in the middle of the room were the two young girls stretched out every which way, completely knocked out. peter smiled as he watched the man deflate.

he went across the room to shake his daughter awake. with a groan, she sat up and promptly crawled up her father’s back, silently demanding a piggyback ride. with the girl gathered on his back, peter turned to his friend.

“well, i guess it’s time for me to get this one home to her mama. you mind?”

miguel pressed the buttons on peter’s wristband, opening the portal into what looked like may’s bedroom. as he stepped forward, miguel called out to him.

“peter.”

he turned around and raised an eyebrow, prompting the man to continue.

“it was… nice. to see you, i mean.”

“ahh, it sucks that i’ve got my girl on my back. i would’ve given you a great hug, man.”

“… get out of my house.”

by the time miguel got gabriella properly situated in her bed, put dinner away, and made it into his bedroom, it was pushing 11 o’clock at night. elena was sitting up in their bed, little isabella sprawled out at the foot asleep.

“mi amor, where are her pants?”

“i got up to go to the bathroom and when i came back, she was just standing in the bed chewing on the pants leg. she wouldn’t let me put them back on her,” elena responded, smiling softly at the little one.

miguel chuckled softly as he gathered the toddler in his arms. as she was moved, she began to whine around her pacifier.

“oh, i know, mija. we’re gonna go sleep in your pretty princess bed,” miguel cooed at her, rubbing her back.

as he paced slowly, soothing their daughter, elena smiled at her husband.

“how was your evening?”

miguel sighed. elena knew he was about say something along the lines of a complaint, but the truth was written all over his face before he even began.

“he asked so many questions, my love. And every time i would get around answering them, he’d ask a million more it felt like. and he kept saying how beautiful you are-”

“aw, that’s sweet.”

“- and obviously i know that. how else would you be pregnant right now? and he was saying how nice it is that i have this family to come home to everyday and… yeah. it was all very repetitive. i would’ve preferred to be lying down with my beautiful wife.”

elena laughed at him. even though her husband did, in fact, complain about his night, she could tell he enjoyed seeing peter.

“well now that he’s gone, there’s nothing stopping you from doing just that,” she responded to him, smiling softly and patting his side of the bed.

miguel stopped his slow pacing and looked at his wife. her face was bare of any makeup, all of her blemishes and dark spots out for him to see. she had her hair tied back in a scarf and she was wearing what she affectionately called her “granny gown.” miguel took notice of all of this.

“every time i look at you it’s like i fall in love with you over and over again.”

elena cheesed at him and replied, “hurry up and get her to bed so i can kiss you.”

it didn’t take long to get from his bedroom to the nursery. when he came back, he quickly got ready for bed so he could spoon his wife. as he crawled into bed, miguel pressed three kisses to his wife’s lips before lying down behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso, his hands caressing where the youngest o’hara slept.

“she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl, too. i can feel it,” elena called out softly. miguel hummed in thought.

“she might surprise you. maybe she’ll be under her mama all the time like gabriella was.”

“yes, and gabriella is a daddy’s girl. you’re proving my point, amor,” elena retorted as she rubbed a thumb over miguel’s hand. the man responded by pressing his lips to the woman’s neck.

“i love you, elena.”

there was so much overwhelming love in her husband’s voice that all she could do was repeat his words back to him.

as the two closed their eyes, miguel thought about what peter said to him earlier.

it is nice that I get to come home to this everyday.

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰 (❁´◡`❁) 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩? 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 @1-800-writersblock 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘥𝘥, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

I am so disappointed in the American people it doesn't describe how infuriated i am. White women, do you know you're still WOMEN!!! LATINTO COMMUNITY: Do you know you're finna be out of here in 30 minutes?

This woman was beyond qualified. The reason she lost was simple.

She's a WOMAN

She's a BLACK WOMAN!

DONT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE! DONT STOP TAKING ABOUT GAZA!

DONT LET THEM MAKE YOU FORGET!!

“FINALLY YOU LOSER WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG” - someone probably (valid tbh)

【𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 | 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕】

𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘚 1-𝘈 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘒𝘈𝘛𝘚𝘜𝘒𝘐 𝘉𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘎𝘖𝘜 𝘟 𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘚 1-𝘉 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘖𝘊 | 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘖𝘕𝘌 | 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘛𝘞𝘖

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𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

akina helped izuku move his all might paraphernalia into his dorm. all his classmates except (you guessed it!) katsuki were happy to see her.

the night after passing her Provisional Hero License Exam, akina originally had plans to watch old all might videos with izuku, but when he told her about his meet up with katsuki, she ended up aimlessly walking around campus. that’s when she heard the overwhelming sound of katsuki’s explosion. she turned around and ran back to where she’d just passed all might.

“they’re fighting. izu-kun and katsuki.”

and though she initially planned to follow him, akina stood still and watched the retired hero run off. instead, she walked to her dorm and laid down.

when she woke up, it was to the sound of incessant ringing coming from her phone. without checking the caller id, she answered.

“hel-“

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT LOSER GOT HIS QUIRK FROM ALL MIGHT!”

“…”

she hung up on him.

when it came to it, akina had some interesting choices for her work study.

“hey, hayashi! long time no see! who are you thinking of doing your work study with?”

“oh. hello, ashido. i don’t think i wanna go back to hosu. i might check out one of the agencies that i got internship offers from. maybe ryukyu’s agency or best jeanist’s-“

“NO WAY IN HELL!”

she ended up going to best jeanist’s agency.

she noticed izuku’s mood was off during the first few days of his of his own work study. however, she didn’t get much time to dwell on it before she’d gotten a phone call from a distraught mitsuki bakugou.

there’d been a house fire that night. her mom didn’t make it out.

when katsuki’s mom called him, he’d rolled his eyes but reluctantly answered. he wasn’t prepared for her to tell him, in hysterics, that their neighbor had died.

“katsuki, i need you to listen to me. that girl has no one, now. just for now, i need you to be a hero for her.”

“tch. shut it, hag, i know.”

it wasn’t long after she got that she heard the disruption that is katsuki bakugou.

“GET OUT OF MY DAMN WAY, EXTRAS!”

“you aren’t even in our class! what are you doing here?”

“SHUT IT AND TELL ME WHERE BARNEY’S ROOM IS!”

she became a shell of herself after that.

after the Shie Hassaikai Raid, izuku checked on her everyday (katsuki wouldn’t let him leave the 1-a dorms while he was crying), but it didn’t do much.

katsuki would go out to the kitchen and prep three meals every morning to make sure akina had food for the day. on days when he had his Remedial Courses, he’d ask make izuku to deliver the food.

after staff found out, her work study was promptly ended (prior to all the work studies being canceled), and she’d been excused from class.

she’d returned to class a week later, hair much shorter and choppier, heavy bags under her eyes, and a dead expression on her face.

even though it was sad to see, everyone had almost gotten used to her lack of expression over the recent weeks. so much so that it genuinely shocked them when her eyes widened and her face flushed at the sight of shinsou as he joined class a and b for Joint Training.

“oouu hayashi~ you got the hots for shinsou?”

“.. kaminari, shouldn’t you be with your class?”

akina got grouped with pony tsunotori, juzo honenuki, and tetsutetsu tetsutetsu. she held her own against ojirou until iida managed to get her into the irredeemable jail cell, where she sat until the time ran out.

she enjoyed watching the last two matches, not at all surprised by class 1-a’s swift win in round four.

what did surprise her, though, was the newest addition to izuku’s quirk.

after the final round, akina quickly tracked down her closest friend, not at all surprised to see katsuki right there with him.

life was mostly uneventful until the Paranormal Liberation War.

akina was helping evacuate when izuku took off without so much as an explanation. before she could blink, katsuki was gone, too. even though she wanted to go after them, she knew she had an obligation to help the civilians get out of harms way.

as the scene got progressively more chaotic, akina pushed to help everyone she could. so many were stuck under debris from gigantomachia’s storm.

while she was pointing an older woman in the direction of the nearest rescue tent, she spotted a huge chunk of an apartment building falling.

two small children sat crying right in the landing zone.

before she could think, akina was standing in between of the kids with her hands above her head. most of the concrete turned to dust and fell smoothly. however, there was a rather large piece that didn’t disintegrate until after it hit akina in the head. as disoriented as she was, she made sure to get the kids to safety. she wasn’t even gonna get looked over until one of her peers said something to her.

“dissolvere, you’re bleeding! what happened?”

ears ringing, the girl turned to look at the hero approaching her. their mouth was moving, but the girl couldn’t hear a thing besides an incessant ringing. insisting she was fine, akina went to continue her job.

she didn’t get far before everything went black.

when she came to, she was in a hospital bed, vlad king seated next to her.

“you’ve been out for a few days. the head injury should’ve only kept you out for a day max, but apparently you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”

while her homeroom teacher continued to lecture her, akina noticed the far off look on his face.

“what happened?”

“UH? I JUST TOLD YOU WHA-“

“not to me. what happened?”

with a heavy heart, the hero gave his student a run down of everything that transpired. from the heroes storming and evacuating the hospital to the 1-a knuckleheads students getting caught in the middle of it all, he told her everything.

after hearing of the gains and losses, akina yanked the iv out of her arm and ran to the room izuku was in. all but snatching the door open, she came to an abrupt stop at seeing inko midoriya.

upon seeing her closest friend seemingly lifeless and his distressed mother, akina’s heart felt heavy. before inko could get a word out, akina was on her knees, forehead meeting the floor.

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t there to protect him.”

after everything had mostly settled and all the students were safely on campus, they had another problem to deal with.

izuku had disappeared.

he wrote letters to all his classmates explaining the circumstances of his quirk and how he was a danger to them all.

after promptly turning the piece of paper to ash, katsuki set off to find akina. if anyone knew where that bastard was, it would be her.

he made quick work of getting to the 1-b dorms and found her bedroom door cracked open. he pushed his way in and immediately saw the balcony door open, the curtains flowing in the window.

before he could even think, katsuki was on the balcony looking over the edge to see.. nothing.

“you just couldn’t wait to see me laid out on the ground, could you?”

katsuki gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned around. tucked in the corner, legs bunched up and head resting on her knees, sat akina. beside her was a piece of paper.

“where the hell is he, hayashi?”

before giving her a chance to respond (she wouldn’t have regardless), the blonde picked up the letter she received from his longest friend rival. it was noticeably different from the ones he and his classmates had recieved.

Akina-chan,

I’m not going to tell you anything you already know. I just want you to understand that I have to do this. We both know that the league wants me. I need to leave. I’m so sorry to leave you like this. I know if I did this face to face, I wouldn’t be able to leave. I love you more than you know. You’ve been my best friend, my biggest support, my sister for my whole life. All I want from you is to take care of yourself. Put yourself first. You’ve been looking after me for years, and that isn’t fair to you. When I come back, I’ll make sure to return the favor. But for now, I just need you to make sure you’re okay.

Your best friend,

Izu-kun

𝘖𝘏 𝘔𝘠 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚. 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 ಥ‿ಥ 𝘪'𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 (𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭!) 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪'𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦? 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 @starrynightsandcloudydays 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢'𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

How 💔

happy born day to me ig :/

- 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

You can only reblog this today.

college classes start tomorrow so we’re starting off strong with my favorite teacher.

【𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘋 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 | 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕】

𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘌 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘈 𝘈𝘐𝘡𝘈𝘞𝘈 𝘟 𝘋𝘖𝘊𝘛𝘖𝘙!𝘔𝘊

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𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

gonna dive into shouta’s backstory before i introduce the mc.

for starters, he adopted his daughter (her name is kyoko in my drafts) when she was a few months old (her mom was murdered and her dad was on his way to serving a life sentence).

kyoko inherited a cat mutation quirk from her mom (the cuteness aggression somewhat influenced the hastily adoption) and a teleportation quirk from her father. at the ripe age of four, she’s shown up to shouta’s classroom more times than he’d like.

the first time she asked abt her mama, shouta told her she went to go be with the stars.

she a little on the smaller side (preemie baby) and she’s a curious little sweetheart.

she loves coloring and going outside.

she loves her uncle zashi and aunt nemi.

she loves her big brother hito and her best friend kacchan.

and don’t even get me started on her papa, she looks at him like he hung the stars just for her.

insert mc (my oc’s name is suki). she’s the youngest of four. she came along much later so the rest of her family feels somewhat burdened by her.

thankfully her adolescence wasn’t too terrible with her cousin, emi fukukado (✨for the plot ✨), by her side.

suki’s quirk, heal, heals flesh wounds and broken bones. as long as she’s holding a conversation with the injured person, their wounds should heal quite nicely.

after realizing she couldn’t legally use her quirk to help people, suki enrolled in the hero course of a small high school to get her hero license before going to med school.

shouta and suki meet during a night shift at the hospital just a few weeks before the Entrance Exam. he’s injured and frantic and he doesn’t wanna talk, he wants to get out this damn bed and go home.

who is suki to stop him?

(just kidding she threatened to sedate him if he didn’t calm down)

they see each other again at a cat café. suki is reading a new book when shouta walks in with kyoko im his arms. besides a half assed apology from shouta, they don’t interact much.

the next time they see each other is after the USJ incident. shouta’s cooperative and suki does what she can, but the damage is so extensive that shouta still ends up in a full body cast.

at some point after the UA Sports Festival, the two begin spending time together that doesn’t have to do with shouta being hurt.

they don’t really cross the line separating friendship from romance until after he returns from the Forest Training Camp. shouta is set to speak at a press conference and - even though he’s really expressing it - he’s on edge. they’re not together but they are.

shortly after his class takes their Provisional Hero License Exams, shouta meets suki’s cousin at her apartment. imagine his surprise (and anguish) when he sees emi sitting at the dinner table.

shouta ghosts suki for a bit after the Shie Hassaikai raid, but she’s sure his reasoning is good enough. about a week later, he shows up at her apartment unannounced and tells her everything that transpired. her heart breaks for sir nighteye, but it shatters for eri.

shortly after the UA School Festival, suki meets shouta’s closest friends, nemuri kayama and hizashi yamada. that’s a story for another time, though.

shouta broaches the idea of introducing suki to his girls. his friends suggest inviting her over for christmas. when shouta asks her about it, suki immediately bombards him with questions about the dress code and what to get the girls for christmas.

back at home with kyoko and eri, shouta asks about what they want for the upcoming holiday. eri isn’t sure what she wants (she feels bad about asking for stuff). kyoko, though? the one thing she wants is a mommy.

shouta tells his girlfriend suki to get them crafting supplies.

christmas day rolls around. shouta drinks a cup of coffee in the short lived silence before kyoko’s small voice rang out.

“wake up, eri née-chan! it’s christmas! gotta open your presents!”

suki arrives later than anticipated.

eri looks up from the couch and kyoko comes around the corner when she gets there. both are expecting to meet papa’s new friend. however, “new friend” goes completely out the window when kyoko sees the pretty woman taking her shoes off at the door looking just like-

“A MOMMY!”

eri is confused and the color drains straight from shouta’s face.

it only takes a few days for the girls to form a bond with suki (kyoko develops really bad separation anxiety) and by the time the new year comes around, shouta officially has a girlfriend.

suki knows next to nothing about the Paranormal Liberation War, so when one of her coworkers finds her in the break room and tells her about what they heard over the radio, her heart drops. not even an hour later are people (heroes, students, and civilians alike) being rushed in the hospital.

most of the people needing suki’s help are civilians that either got caught in the wreckage or hurt themselves while trying to get away from said wreckage. though she knows it was wishful thinking, suki feels herself getting worked up every time she pulls back a curtain or opens a door and sees someone who isn’t her lover waiting for her.

it’s a few days later that she’s finally able to track down shouta. she’s relieved knowing he’s not in someone’s morgue, but she feels like crying seeing him sat in the hospital bed, bandages wrapped around his face and the bedsheet flat below his right knee.

suki takes it upon herself to tell the girls about aunt nemi. though her heart aches from the loss of her (albeit new) friend, she doesn’t want hizashi and shouta to have to deal with the grief of two little girls on top of their own.

upon shouta’s request, suki moves into the small apartment while he’s still in the hospital. he claims it’s because he doesn’t want his cats to starve, but suki’s almost positive it’s for something else.

kyoko and eri take her around campus and she ends up meeting shouta’s class and and shinsou.

“and mommy, this is my hito onii-chan! papa says he’s not really my onii-chan, but onii-chan says it’s okay! does that mean you’re gonna be onii-chan’s mommy too?”

and that’s how the class (or those who weren’t already aware) found out about their sensei’s relationship.

a bond is quickly formed between suki and the students, especially since some of them are still vulnerable after midnight-sensei’s death.

everyone is on edge leading up to the Final War. with work at the hospital and acting as a makeshift counselor, suki tries to spends as much time with shouta and their his girls as she can.

during the fight, suki is tucked away with the heroes, kyoko sat on her hip and eri stuck to her leg. there’s so much going on, what with (in no particular order) the todoroki family showdown, shouta and hizashi disappearing from the playing field, all might and stain teaming up, and all the students putting their lives on the line.

after what feels like an eternity, there’s an eerie calm before suki gives both little girls kisses on their foreheads and rushes out to help in whatever way she can.

when suki and shouta reunite, she’s too busy fussing over him to notice him looking at her with the softest look he could pull off.

“shouta! oh my god, are you okay? let me look at you. you guys just - turn your head, please - just disappeared! i’m so glad - follow my finger please - so glad you guys are- hey! you aren’t paying attention to anything i’m saying to you right now! you realize- wait you didn’t hit your head, did you? can you hear what i’m saying right now?”

a beat and then-

“i love you so damn much.”

hizashi turns away just in time for shouta to grab suki by the waist and pull her in for a kiss.

✦ Epilogue Arc ✦

eight years later, shouta is still teaching at ua high. suki’s making her way up the charts at the hospital.

shouta’s old students have a tendency to seak her out specifically whenever they show up injured. they fully expect the lecture they get every time.

“eijirou, i keep telling you, you can’t give everyone the benefit of the doubt!”

“katsuki, you can not talk to people that way! that’s how you end up in situations like this!”

“denki! how did you even-!”

she’ll claim she doesn’t have a favorite but everyone knows it’s-

“shoto what happened to you? oh, you poor thing, come here so i can get that taken care of.”

shortly after their wedding, shouta and suki moved their family out of the small apartment on campus and into a comfortable sized house not too far from their respective places of work.

hitoshi tries to come by at least once a week for dinner per kyoko’s request. the young man confides in his mentor how he’d come over had the young girl never asked in the first place.

“it’s like a second home.”

shouta keeps it to himself.

eri thrives as a ua hero course student. she comes home everyday and tells her mom about how her day went.

“OH! and mama! i had practice against one of my classmates! she’s really big, and she beat me, but i think i’ll get her next time!”

kyoko is planning to follow in her big sister’s footsteps and go to ua after junior high.

“mommy, i can’t wait to go to ua! i’m so excited, i’m gonna explode!”

suki has a tendency to bring shouta lunch on her off days.

“shouta, there you are! you’re never where you’re supposed to be!”

“i’m sorry, my love. i had to get something taken care of. hey, where are-”

two small toddlers are always a few steps behind her.

“PAPA!”

eiji, loud and rambunctious, comes around the corner at full speed and slams into shouta’s left leg. his older brother, kei, much more quiet and restrained, walks into the room and grabs shouta’s right pants leg.

twenty years prior, shouta never would have thought he’d have happiness in the form of a loving wife and four (five) beautiful children. now though, he thanks anyone out there that he does.

𝘰𝘰𝘧, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 •_•. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵! 𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸! 𝘪'𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵! 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 🙏🏽 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢