Man, The Age Of The Hero Has Finally Come To It's End.

One of his bio's states that he judges a persons quirk or fighting style by how they get his tape of themselves, the examples used being the burn marks from Ashido denoting her acid, and the stretching of Sato using his massive strength, do remember just because they aren't showing of their intellect doesn't mean they don't have it, all of them are at UA for a reason.

All of the kids in the hero course are highly intelligent, those states of intelligence seem to be when compared to each other, still using Hanta as an example.

Taking the early Ultra Archives, he ain't bad having very good stats across the board, even with intelligence being a lower ranked stat.

But in analysis he gets a further better rating, granted without the Intelligence stat, but that stat is probably not the best to use when discussing their tactical knowledge as Sero has the same stat in this feild as Tokoyami with a C, who is noted as being rather strategic, hence why this stat does not adequate to tactical intelligence.

Anyway sorry for the ranting reblog, I just like this sort of stuff, it's fun to see how characters are well given stats, it's weird but I think it's cool.

Holy crap. From what little we've seen of Sero so far, he hasn't really been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but here he is doing battle analysis on par with what Deku does. A bit out of nowhere to be honest but hey, Sero has had almost no focus or anything until now so okay.

Brilliant, the fact this engine can stare down an Angry Donald and Douglas and live is half a god.

still thinking about this post and how #nwrcore it is

i don't want modern n.w.r. the pleasant preserved-in-amber no-one-is-problematic-anymore utopia.

i want modern n.w.r. the refuge of long-abanadoned engines from scrapyards who at first are like 'omg! i am Saved!'

and who then are like 'oh. oh fuck. ohh i don't know about this. i think i wanna go back to the scrapyard, it was peaceful there.'

and who are then like 'don't fuck with me bitches. and definitely don't fuck with my new family. i have evolved. i have transcended anxiety. i roast gordon on the daily. and i also throw buffers if some smug diesel at the junction dares so much as sneer in his general proximity. this is how i roll now. i have to remember how to act when my actual owners come to visit because i am not the same puppy-eyed stray they rescued. i once imitated sir topham hatt while he was still in the same hemisphere and lighting didn't strike me down. like everyone else here, i am half-machine, half-god. we all looked Death in the face and laughed. we look in the face of a pair of angry homicidal caledonian goods engines and laugh too. james called me a rustbucket yesterday and i only cried a little.'

SUMMARY: Jirou and Denki's likes are far and between. Jirou likes Denki and Denki likes Jirou anyway. A/N: I was listening to Wild Side by ALI when I thought of them and you should too. (Actual a/n: It was so fun imagining all of this! I based them off some actual events between me and my friends. The homeless one is an actual thing my best friend and I do lmao, sit outside the mall's store and eat while our gang illegally take our photos and call us beggars) WARNINGS: Some mild swearing and a lot of probable inaccuracies for the sake of the plot and because I haven't finished MHA yet

It is wonderful my life

Jirou likes the name Jamming Whey and Denki likes the name Jirou-Jack.

Obviously the both of them detest the nickname the other’s given, or so everyone thought, based on the poking from Jirou’s end and dramatic sighing from Denki’s. Not that it stopped them from calling each other that at all opportunities. It was endearing to watch to the class; it was a trifle odd for the Bakusquad, for when they tried to use it…

“Um, what?”

“Sorry bro, but that ain’t for you to use!”

Mina thinks it’s funny, how it’s like a codename for only each other. Suspiciously so.

Please could you kiss my name

This round’s exercise of heroes versus villains is different.

The villains were Todoroki and Momo, so Jirou and Denki would have to play it smart to win. Inside the building it had seemed like a good idea at that time to split up. Now, not so much, when Jirou found herself stuck in Todoroki’s ice as he handed her the device Aizawa had given them to stay in contact with each other. Momo, no doubt, was nearby to catch her partner unaware.

“Call Kaminari to come out.”

“…Denki, the bomb’s in the room down the hall. The door to the left.”

But then suddenly it’s Momo and Todoroki on the floor, shocked by Chargebolt’s electrical attack. Jirou breaks out of the rest of the partially melted ice herself and grudgingly slaps her partner’s hand when he raises it, hopeful for a high-five.

Todoroki twists his head around, surprise evident on his face. “How’d you know it was as trap? Jirou didn’t say anything suspicious.”

Denki bursts out laughing smugly. “She’d never call me Denki willingly - it’s always Jamming Whey…” his shoulders slump. “Unfortunately. But anyways, we won, Jirou-Jack!”

“Shut up.”

Momo wonders if that day was when Jirou finally accepted the nickname, because for once she didn’t object to it.

Todoroki admires how in sync they are.

When the music's over?

Jirou likes rock and Denki likes electronic.

They argue about it a lot. The usual which is better, yours make no sense, it's much more superior that whatever you call that music. Sometimes during study nights the books and work are forgotten, pushed aside, to make way for their heated debate. Their friends roll their eyes and ignore them; it's almost a ritualistic thing at this point.

Only Mina thinks there's something more to it - to the rest the noise just dies down when one of them whips out their phone and forces the other to listen to their music. So what if they were sitting really close to each other and occasionally lean their heads on the other's shoulder? They're sharing an earbud after all, and the wire required them to be close.

(They're sulking, the rest think, because they see the eyerolls and shoulder shoves.)

(They're in denial, Mina thinks, because she sees them smile at the same moment when it hits the chorus and hum together.)

Turn off light, it was such a sweet time

Momo thinks she’s come up with a solution.

Jirou and Denki stare at her blankly, bewildered by her sudden excited announcement that study night. She says she’s heard them arguing about what music to choose a lot; Jirou replies they do it all the time and Denki adds that it’s normal. Momo nods but repeats what she says. She hands them both her phone.

“Jazz? Yaomomo - what?”

“I thought you were the sort to listen to classical shit. This ain’t my type!”

“No one cares about your opinion right now, Jamming Whey.”

“No, no, I just thought that if the two of you can’t agree on either one of your genres you’d like to try a third option. A compromise, sort of.” Momo smiles, believing she’s provided a resolution to their squabbling. Jirou’s not, though she tries to - she’s going to miss -

“What’s with that face, Jirou-Jack?”

“Don’t elbow me!”

“We can still share earbuds…or you could just plug your jacks into my phone.”

Jirou smiles, but it’s with an eyeroll as Momo looks hopefully on. Denki plays Momo’s choice, holding the phone uncomfortably close to her face like a kid showing off his crayon drawing to his mom. “I’m still choosing which one though!”

They still argue over the music, unsurprisingly. They’re openly sharing the earbuds now, surprisingly.

Could you pray for me, my friend?

Jirou likes movie night and Denki likes the popcorn.

Most of Class 1-A is already gathered in front of the TV, sprawled on the sofas or lying on the ground. She’s a little way from him, squashed between Momo and Mina. Denki pretends he’s not staring at her when his neighbor Kirishima points it out and Bakugo explodes telling them to just pick a movie already. Most of them vote for horror.

Jirou gets up. Strange, because he knows she likes movie nights. Then he remembers, she doesn’t like horror, but her pride wouldn’t allow others to know. Denki himself wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t deduced it by her actions over time and gotten her to admit it. Her friends attempt to persuade her to stay, but she feigns tiredness.

“Why don’t we watch something else? We’ve already watched this movie like what, three times already? Boo, we literally all know what’s going to happen!”

Of course he gets pummeled by the pillows but after a little more convincing they agree to change it. He claims he needs to use the bathroom and runs out.

It's starting over time

Jirou’s not yet to her room.

He catches up and makes her turn around, ask why she left, tries to wheedle her to stay. Denki already knows her so well, so Jirou says she doesn’t like the movie. But he’s convinced them to change it, something he think she’ll like, so reluctantly she follows him back. It’s really hard to say no to Denki sometimes, Jirou thinks, then sighs as she remembers that no, it’s actually ALL the time.

They get back and find their seats been taken. No matter, he shoos a few legs away from the ground near the couch and practically forces Jirou to sit next to him. The movie’s a murder mystery; Denki worries the gory parts might affect Jirou. Unconsciously an arm slips around her shoulders and maybe he shifts a little closer. But Jirou feels it. An eyebrow is raised and Denki jerks his head back to avoid the earphone jack, tilting his head back with a protesting look.

“Get your arm off me.”

“If you get scared-”

“If you try anything, Kaminari, I'll poke your eyeballs.”

“I wasn't!”

But they end up cuddling anyway; Sero helpfully throws a blanket over them because that’s what happens every movie night, somehow.

Taking overnight

Jirou likes to sleep and Denki likes distracting himself.

It takes his mind off the fact it’s nearly 1 a.m. and if he lies down on his bed he’ll just overthink everything and probably count down how much hours of sleep he’s losing and he’s going to be so sleep deprived and tired tomorrow and then he’ll get scolded by Aizawa for not paying attention in class and be stupider than he already is and he wishes he could close his eyes and why is it so cold in the room, all his senses feel waaay too alert and man does he want some ramen-

He tries a few other things like finishing some homework or reading but his eyes don’t feel like they’re working right. Or rather they are, but everything is blurring together. Denki leans back, listens to some music and scrolls on his phone. A bad distraction but a distraction nonetheless.

But now he can’t keep his mind off wondering if he could text Jirou and just…dunno, talk? Gossip? Ask her if she wanted to get instant ramen with him? Probably because one of her songs somehow crawled their way into his playlist right now.

She’d probably yell at him for waking her up and order him to go make ramen himself. The thought seems funny to him, but then again everything is funny at night. He opens up her chat because insomniac + a-need-for-company = no self control.

(Somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders why Jirou is the first one he thinks of.)

>>hey you up?????

>>can’t sleep 💀💀

>>would anyone be mad at me if i got up right now to make ramen

>>kinda want a juicebox or something lmaoo

>>CANNOT MATH RIGHT NOW 😩😭🥴

>>sorry to wake you

Denki throws the phone to his bed after deleting everything but the last message.

Taking over blue time

He’s in the midst of actually going out to get that juicebox when there’s knocking at the door.

Denki throws open the door, electricity at the ready in case a ghost really existed and was paying a visit to all those naughty little boys who aren’t abiding by bedtime.

It's Jirou, actually, who's paying a visit.

“…hi?” His brain and mouth feels numb but he attempts to be normal. “What, couldn't sleep until you saw my handsome face?”

Jirou's face gets more annoyed and disbelieving that she was even here in the first place. “A face that's about to be punched.”

“Aw, you do miss me~” Denki yanks her inside, unable to stop his grinning. He slams the door shut. “But seriously, why’re you here?”

“Just because you deleted the text doesn’t mean I didn’t see it.”

“…oh, yeah…about that.” Denki awkwardly scratches his neck. “We don’t gotta get the ramen or anything. I’m just having trouble sleeping then.”

Perhaps not so much now, when he suddenly found his eyes about to close themselves while his head was tucked under Jirou’s and his arms looped around hers, both somewhere in the stacks of blankets and pillows and plushies lying on Denki’s bed.

“Not a word, Kaminari.”

Not that he could manage one, finally dozing off with her.

(It’s a little hard to explain to Kirishima the next morning why Jirou’s plushy is on his bed.)

If you heard that screaming, shout in your mind

Jirou likes fries and Denki likes hamburgers.

There’s not really anything to argue about for this one but they do anyway, comparing which fast food chain was better. Usually it winds up with Denki defending his honor while Jirou pokes fun at how his big mouth came about by having to stretch it to fit all his beloved burgers. Nothing different this time round as Class 1-A heads out to another shopping trip together.

Denki doesn’t want to go into the stupid store. He’s hungry. Jirou snorts and says he won’t die of starvation like he says. He whines about craving a greasy, fat hamburger. Jirou elbows him; he lingers outside the store, at the window, declaring he was going to stay outside until they could eat and if they find his corpse lying out there it was because they wouldn’t let him have lunch. Tokoyami helpfully points out that it’s still morning.

He stays out there regardless, ignoring the scoffs and snickers from a certain someone that he looked like a homeless tramp.

A very hungry tramp, Denki argues. I want a hamburger. Maybe a soda.

Taking over the shine

“Hey.”

“What…aw, hey, you got me a burger! I’m saved!” Denki eagerly peels back the wrappings, taking a huge bite and beaming at Jirou, who’s plopped down next to him. She points out the lettuce in his teeth and sips her drink, holding her own burger.

“I didn’t see you come out of the store?”

“There’s another exit at the back. Passed by a restaurant and well, you said you were hungry and I didn’t want you complaining anymore.”

“Didn’t you say I looked like a homeless tramp sitting out here?”

“…now there’s two homeless tramps.”

Denki bursts out laughing and Jirou scolds him for spraying out hamburger. You never heard me say that, she says, and Denki stores it away in his memory as he takes the drink from her proffered hand. Jirou unwraps her burger and makes a face. “This better be as good as you say.”

(Later the Bakusquad catch them feeding each other fries; Jirou complains Denki opened the wrong packet of sauce.)

Taking over the shooting star

Jirou likes the solitude and Denki likes socialising.

Which is why despite the numerous asks from her friends if she needed them Jirou declined, preferring to spend her quarantine from the flu in her own room by herself. It wasn’t too bad - she could just do whatever she wanted in bed: scroll on her phone, practice a little music, catch up on assignments…if it weren’t so damned COLD.

She’s already sneezed about a bajillion times already and the bin’s full from tissues. No matter how many layers of blankets she was trying to burrow under she just wouldn’t heat up. Maybe her tolerance for the freeze had just lowered after hanging out with Kaminari - the man was quite literally a walking electrical heater.

Speaking of Kaminari, Jirou just might have to borrow Bakugo’s nickname of Dunceface for him, because who the hell gave him permission to barge into her room like that?!

Jirou throws a plushy at him. “Get out.”

“I’m not here to pass you your homework though…you know I don’t even understand any of it myself.” Nobody asked but he plops down next to her. “I heard you were sick!”

“Less sick and more of in danger in getting frostbite,” Jirou grumbles, hugging herself and shivering.

So of course he just hauls her ass to the door and basically kidnaps her to the kotatsu.

All I was talking about was music

“Better?”

“Maybe.”

Denki smirks and pulls her closer. She doesn’t even bother fighting it, finally warming up from the combination of the kotatsu and him. Probably the stifling three thousand blankets Denki piled on them as well. At least he had the decency to kidnap her rabbit plushy as well; he paired it up with his worn, dumb Pikachu one. The one where she had won for him at an arcade to get him to stop his sulking. Hah.

“Let’s play music! My turn to pick!”

“I’m the sick one, Jamming Whey.”

“It’s my phone!”

“You’re literally borrowing-”

They both rolled around for a while before someone’s elbow, finger, knee, something touched the screen sufficiently for the phone to recognize the command and start playing. Start playing Momo’s music choice, specifically. Jirou sighs and Denki shrugs. They let it play and huddle under Mount Blanket. The plushies are kidnapped inside.

“Warm enough yet?”

“Yeah.”

(And that's called jazz!)

The funny thing about Mineta is that he is very smart and incredibly talented, but he goes about using them in some of the worse ways possible, and he's funny.

But he is just a weird dude and it doesn't help that no one explains to him why what he says is wrong, they could probably have made an intervention and told him straight up that he needs to stop, respect boundaries, and hopefully he would understand, they need to positively reinforce change.

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH HEIGHTS ALLIANCE NOT HAVING STAIRS?

Like genuinely why, do the dorms not have stairs, just that elevator, was it to monitor student entry and exit?

Why that sure stopped Veggie Boy, Street Legal, Material Girl, Zutara and Rock Hard from leaving like yeah Zawi mentions that they would have been expelled but like, that is genuinely the worse way to try and weed out the spy, like yeah Camera in the elevator, did I mention that it's the only way between Five Floors, like if the elevator fails Scotch Man is going to be fine, he's Dollar store Spiderman, but Eijiro is going to jump four stories.

Like please UA, put some stairs in, pretty much all of them have lost all their personal harm reduction from watching Midoria jump at shit, like the elevator doesn't even have to be broken, if someone is already going down, and you'll have to wait five for it to come all the way back up like it's Saturday, and it's on the second floor and the lads need to watch their cartoons, they are jumping.

Like please put stairs on the very empty space on the right side, there is a gap with rooms, 2F 2-3, 3F 2-3, 4F 2-3 and 5F 2-3, just put some there.

these poor guys

Haha… yeah… that’d be crazy…

This is part of the reason that I don't like when people characterize him as being this really stoic emotionally unavailable character, because he is super emotionally available, but he just isn't emotionally intelligent if that makes sense.

He's just a really sweet guy who happens to be rather dense, not dense in that he doesn't recognise peoples emotion but rather in that he isn't super good at social cues in working out why people tend to feel those emotions.

But I really do love how he puts away all of his pride, which honestly Shoto doesn't seem to have a lot of to instantly give her the motivation, I know canonically it was because they were both heavily reliant on their quirks but I think it was also because of Shoto's self confidence, well less so confidence just he lacked the care for what other thought of him in a sense, he get's over himself without question because.

A. That get's them the win

B. Put's her back in the game

He knows she's competent, massively so as can be seen by her dissection of the Training Fight in which she broke down why everyone got their scores, and she out maneuvered him in the sports fest, I think he was in a way rather distraught that she was feeling so bad for herself, because to him, why would she have to feel so put out, it was one bad match up.

But to get back on topic in some way, I think it's cute that he tries really hard to help her through out the exam and even afterwards with Kamino and the Hood attack.

We don't talk enough about how Todoroki goes out of his way to see Momo happy in that final exam arc. He:

Notices Momo is nervous about the practical and comes up with an idea for the both of them

Reassures her when the exam starts and listens to her concerns

Tries to protect her the moment he knows Aizawa is nearby

Immediately fucking shelves his ego and plans when his teacher tells him to believe in his partner

Tells Momo about his confidential vote for class president, because he knows it will give her the confidence she needs to have someone she admires, admire her back

Fucking basically offers to massage her foot when he sees her starts crying?! This boy, I swear...

Todoroki himself is sleeping on it but this man has game

Silly moment for this chapter really can't really post anything else as there are no really pieces of dialogue that don't spoil the story.

Am I writing fan-fiction?

Yes, yes I am.

Tried to redesign the riders to be a little more believable? … as in convincing but not historically accurate? Tried taking the ac:Valhalla approach, I think they look kinda cool (pls ignore hiccup he was my test & I can’t get him to look any better but this is more abt design than polish I guess)

The helmets were kind of a nightmare and irl Viking’s defo wouldn’t wear any of those designs but I wanted it to still feel like their helmets. Snotlout esp needed his horns they’re too cute I’m sorry.

all previous apply, but perhaps not with these locomotives, seeing as they are both Standard 4's.

there's something so flirtatious about double heading im not sure what