Curate, connect, and discover
Nemuri Kayama - Blog Posts
Heavy topic.
They look so exhausted in the last chapters
"Needles & Nonsense"
Summary: Reader’s stubbornness kicks back in, and the adults are not having it
The hospital room was too white.
The walls. The sheets. The buzzing light. It all made your skin crawl. Even worse was the IV line in your arm—a clear tube taped down to your skin like some parasite, slowly dripping fluids into your veins like you were a broken plant.
You glared at it like it had personally insulted you.
You had been stable for two days. That’s what they said. “Stable,” whatever that meant. You still felt like garbage. You couldn’t walk more than five feet without your knees giving out. But that was beside the point.
The point was the IV.
Disgusting. Cold. Invasive. You hated how it felt inside your arm, like an itch you couldn’t scratch. Every few hours a nurse would come by and adjust the bag, and you had to just sit there like a helpless child. It made your skin crawl. You weren’t even scared of needles, not really—it was the being plugged in part that made your chest tight.
And honestly?
You were done.
You looked toward the door. No nurses. No heroes. The hallway was quiet. Probably lunchtime.
You glanced down at your arm.
“This is a terrible idea,” you muttered under your breath.
Then you yanked the IV out.
It came free with a squelch and a tiny spurt of blood, and you slapped your hand over it with a hiss. “Ow, ow, ow—grossgrossgross—”
A few drops of saline hit the sheets as the IV line swung freely like a limp vine. You shoved it aside like it was cursed, pressing a tissue to your bleeding arm.
You felt instantly better.
But the second you relaxed, the door opened.
“…What the hell are you doing?” Aizawa’s voice cut through the air like a whip.
You flinched.
“I was—uh,” you started, hiding the bloody tissue behind your back. “Nothing?”
He strode over in three long steps, eyes scanning the scene. The IV was dangling. The bandage was slipping. Your arm was still dripping faintly.
“You pulled it out?!” he barked.
You winced. “It felt gross, okay?! I’m not a science experiment—!”
“You’re a hospital patient,” Aizawa snapped, grabbing a clean cloth and pressing it to your arm. “This is here to keep you alive. You don’t get to decide to sabotage your care because it’s ‘gross.’”
“I didn’t sabotage anything!” you protested. “I’m just—ugh—it’s my body, let me have some say!”
“You lost that say when you let your body fall apart,” he shot back.
You went quiet.
Aizawa immediately regretted his words. His eyes softened, and his voice dropped. “…I didn’t mean it like that.”
But the silence between you stretched like a cracked window.
“I just…” you said after a while, voice small. “It made me feel like I wasn’t even in control anymore. Like everyone’s poking me and watching me and I’m not even—me anymore.”
Aizawa let out a slow breath. “Okay. Okay. I get it.”
You blinked. “You do?”
“I do,” he nodded. “But that doesn’t change the fact that this is still serious. You need those fluids.”
“…What if I drink more instead?” you offered weakly. “Like, a million electrolytes. And juice. And water. I’ll turn into a human Capri Sun.”
Aizawa gave you the driest look known to man.
“I’m being reasonable,” you added.
“You ripped a needle out of your arm.”
“...Emotionally reasonable, then.”
Before he could reply, the door burst open.
Midnight stormed in, Recovery Girl behind her.
“What happened? The monitor started freaking out—oh my god, what did you do?!” Midnight gasped.
“She pulled out her IV,” Aizawa said, tone flat.
Recovery Girl looked like she might combust on the spot. “You what?!”
“It felt gross!” you shouted, holding your arm like a wounded kitten.
Midnight clutched her head. “You’ve been in this hospital for two days and already started acting like an escaped gremlin.”
You huffed. “I wasn’t escaping. I was... asserting autonomy.”
Aizawa held up the bloody cloth. “With blood loss.”
Recovery Girl marched over and sat you up straighter with surprising strength. “If you do that again, I will have someone sit on you. Understood?”
“...Kinky,” you mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Mmhm.”
Midnight crossed her arms. “Do you hate the needle part or the ‘hooked up to something’ part?”
“…Both,” you admitted. “But mostly the hooked up part. It’s like I’m a USB stick.”
Recovery Girl pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine. We’ll switch you to oral hydration and supplements if your blood pressure stabilizes over the next 12 hours. One more dip and you’re getting a double IV.”
You shivered. “Fine. Deal. Oral hydration or death.”
Midnight raised an eyebrow. “Dramatic much?”
“You’re literally talking to someone who steam-bleeds and passed out running down a hallway,” you said, deadpan. “Dramatic is my brand.”
Aizawa exhaled. “I’m too tired for this.”
“I’m tired, you’re just tired of me,” you teased.
He didn’t even crack a smile.
Midnight walked over and ruffled your hair. “Let’s just try to keep the holes in your arm where they belong, yeah?”
You nodded. “No promises.”
“Reader.”
“Okay, okay—I’ll be good. Kind of. Mostly. I’ll aim for like... 70%.”
Midnight looked at Aizawa. “That’s the best we’re gonna get.”
Aizawa just rubbed his temples again.
“Head Trauma? Never Heard of Her”
Featuring: You (bleeding, unbothered), Aizawa (perpetually tired), Midnight (living for the drama), and Present Mic (too loud for this).
---
Scene: Back Alley Behind a Fight – 6:45 PM
The battle is over. Villains: tied up. Civilians: safe. Heroes: dusting themselves off.
That’s when Aizawa freezes, squints into the distance, and mutters—
Aizawa: “Is that… blood?”
Midnight: “Where?”
Present Mic: “WHERE?!” echoing like a fire truck
They turn the corner and find you—a girl with a split-open forehead, a suspiciously calm smile, and a half-eaten granola bar.
Sitting on the curb. Bleeding. A lot. Like, A Lot a lot.
---
You: casually “Hey guys. Don’t mind me. Just leaking a bit.”
Aizawa: blinking slowly “You're actively hemorrhaging.”
You: “Yeah, it’s kind of a vibe. Adds mystery.”
Midnight: already digging for her first-aid kit “Sweetie, how are you even conscious?!”
You: “Adrenaline and vibes.”
---
Present Mic: “DID YOU GET ATTACKED?!”
You: cringing “Volume, my guy. I already hear ocean sounds and the voice of God.”
Aizawa: “You need a hospital.”
You: “Eh. Maybe. Or maybe this is my villain origin story.”
Midnight: “You’re too chill for a villain. You’d get distracted mid-monologue.”
You: “Correct. I’d stop to compliment someone’s shoes.”
---
Aizawa: “What happened?”
You: “Long story short, I tripped chasing a cat. Into a dumpster. Then a pipe fell on my head. The cat is fine though.”
Present Mic: “SHE TRIED TO BEFRIEND A DUMPSTER CAT.”
You: offended “He was majestic.”
---
Midnight: “You are bleeding like a faucet and still defending the cat?”
You: “His name is Garbage Prince and I’d die for him.”
Aizawa: already dialing an ambulance “You just might.”
---
Scene: Waiting for the ambulance
You: “Do I get a cool scar? Like one that makes people think I’ve seen things?”
Present Mic: “Only if you survive!”
You: thumbs up, slightly swaying “Neat.”
Midnight: “I want whatever mental stability cocktail you’re on.”
You: “It’s called ‘delusion and snacks.’”
---
Scene: Ambulance arrives
Paramedic: “What happened?!”
You: “Gravity and poor decision-making.”
Aizawa: “Put her on full watch. She named the blood trail on the way here.”
You: “His name is Kevin.”
---
To Be Continued…?
Two endings that don't sit right with me
...
☆ UPCOMING STORY SNEAK PEEKS ☆
story 1: midnight rain
midnight: it was a noun to some, simply meaning the middle period of night. but to a little girl, it was her mother's hero name.
gifted a strong quirk hailing from her father's side, and a stronger personality from midnight herself, that little girl grows into the strongest storms you pray to only see in your nightmares.
and yet, like both her parents, she looks like a daydream all the same.
though, it didn’t start out like that; in fact, at the start, nemuri wasn’t sure if she even could raise a child herself.
and she couldn’t.
but with the help of her two well-meaning, slightly idiotic friends, the task seemed just a bit less daunting.
story 2: cowboy like me
a young con artist, the best of her kind, gets a job when a fellow con man introduces her to a villain in need of her deception skills.
the job requirements? infiltrate UA and weasel her way into shoto todoroki—as well as his family's—life.
for a year and a half.
it was a long con, and she was never a fan of those. especially when the chances of being caught by the number two hero were astronomically high.
but when the criminal dropped a stolen and stuffed moneybag at her feet? of course he became her newest employer.
the girl may as well have been walking into a burning lions den. still, she’d obviously bring her A-game and not rest until every last one of them was completely fooled.
forever is the sweetest con, right?
story 3: clara bow
the general public had their doubts about the H.P.S.C. and a small few had the guts to voice it. one day, the words caught flame and began to negatively sway opinions of the organization.
the president knew she had to act quickly to maintain their pristine image of innocence. and what better way to convey that, than with a bright-eyed poster child?
now, she wouldn't use hawks for this; his big hero debut was already scheduled for his eighteenth birthday.
instead, enter project: poseidon.
it all started with the adoption of a five year old who gained her quirk and lost her father—a dear member of the H.P.S.C.—in the same night. what seemed like kindness, was only twisted preservation of the status quo.
but hey, what do you know? the media is a sorry sucker for motherly madam president and her abundant, charitable heart.
the whole country watched the young profitable girl at the woman’s side, raised in the dazzling, blinding spotlight.
and wow.
it's hell on earth to be heavenly.
AND THAT'S THE NEW IDEASSSS !! >:3
yes they're all taylor themed, sorry if you don't like her, but i'll respect those opinions. pls show the same courtesy, otherwiseeee
*cutely blocks you ! ☆〜 (ゝ。∂)*
ANYWAYS LMK IF YOU HAD A FAVORITE ONE THAT YOU WANNA SEE MORE OF !! IT WOULD HELP ME KNOW WHAT TO POST FIRST BC I'M INDECISIVE AS HECKKKK :)))
okie bye hehehe <333
My piece for tales of the rooftop event, really love this AU
Read the fic here
Here's the second piece I did for the Risk It All BNHA bang, this time for @oniifans fic with @castershellwrites as beta. The fic is super fun and I got to experiment a lot with the coloring of the drawing.
You can find the fic here
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56707765
My entry for the Risk It All bang for Luna's fic Risk It All with @castershellwrites as beta. The fic is very cute, and working on this piece was lots of fun so consider ginving it a try.
You can find the bang account as @\RiskItAllBNHA on twitter
Read the fic here :
This is the piece I made for the Sonambulism exchange
Wow… Gender bender sketch? Yes. 😏
Chat, is it still casual when they say:
"That's just where I belong. I know that so why pretend otherwise?"
been….been thinkgin… about them….. theyr the bffs ever… think they should be allowed to remain happy
*midnight and all might talking*
*mic walking past*
“It was a logical ruse!”
*midnight and all might fucking petrified, practically crapping themselves, looking around frantically to try and spot aizawa*
Mic has vocal stims and that's what his whistling, "YEAAAHHH" and peppered english phrases are. But when he was 24 he accidentally picked up a vocal stim that was a perfect impression of Aizawa's "logical ruse" line and it scared the shit out of some other heroes when he first started doing it because they thought Eraserhead was just. Lurking in the rafters somewhere
Nemuri Kayama, NOBODY can made me hate u.
“Boyfriends and girlfriends are gonna come and go, but this is for life!”
Who's your favorite teacher? ;P
Bonus!
Asexual hcs!<3
Hey hope you've been having a good week, how would mirko and midnight adjust to living a more normal life with their s/o after they were forced to retire from hero work due to injuries they received. Thanks
(I revived Y/N for Midnights section)
-Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)-
“Get back here” A voice could be heard from inside the apartment as a heavily bandaged hero slowly ran after her cat as the elderly feline dodged her with agility she could only wait to regain.
“Nemuri….” a menacing voice spoke from the shadows as the ex-hero froze in fear “you’re supposed to be in bed” the same voice growled as it inched closer. “But y/nnn” she complained before wincing in pain “that’s what I thought” Y/n huffed before helping her back to her bed throwing a quick glare at Sushi.
Nemuri couldn’t help but sigh dramatically, “Y/n I’m almost fully healed why do I have to stay in bed” Y/n snorted “You got out of the hospital three days ago”
Retirement was meant to be relaxing, but poor Nemuri just couldn’t stay still, after so many years in the field the hospital had recommended she go to counseling and pick up a few hobbies while she adjusted to being out of work. She wasn’t wanting for money since she hardly had time to spend what she made as a hero, and her s/o continued working so she couldn’t even find an excuse to get a job. It was nice being able to go to the grocery store or out on dates with her s/o once the masses had adjusted to her retirement. She even got to spend more time with Sushi, a cat that she had adopted from Oboro back in her UA days. It wasn’t the worst thing ever compared to the injuries she sustained knowing she would be feeling the effects of them for the rest of her life.
-Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)-
“So how’s retirement treating you?” The winged hero asked his friend as she sighed setting her game controller down “it’s sooo boring” she whined adjusting her body a little as the bandages began to pull in an awkward position. “At least it’s safe” the blonde smiled as she scowled at him “I don’t want safe I want to be out helping people” she didn’t think it was fair, she was young, only twenty-seven, and already retired because of her injuries. “Why don’t you pick up a hobby?” Y/N asked carrying a tray of snacks towards the two “Like what?” the rabbit-eared woman questioned as her s/o shrugged “anything really, just something you like to do to pass the time”.
Even though she questioned the fairness of her situation, she quickly adjusted to her new routine and even picked up a multitude of hobbies. She started streaming easy home workouts once she healed up and filmed gaming videos that Keigo and Y/N would occasionally guest star in. It gave her a way to continue interacting with fans as well as pass the time whilst her best friend and s/o went to work. She went to counseling for awhile while dealing with the psychological effects that came with being a hero but stopped going eventually as it got easier now only seeing her therapist once a month. She adopted a few rabbits to keep her company since it did get lonely in being alone in the house for hours at a time.
🕛 Rainy days are her favorite days🌧️
🕛 For starters it’s an excuse for her to call out of work
🕛 Which means she gets to spend all day with her s/o
🕛 Watching reality tv and random movies that peak her or he s/o’s interest📺
🕛 Cooking together by the light of the Yankee candles, Mic buys everyone for Christmas every year
🕛 Though she takes a multitude of breaks to sit on the counter as the two of you banter💕
🕛 You guys exchange workplace gossip and you sip on hot beverages ☕
🕛 She blasts Christmas music, is it still November? yes. Is that going to stop her? No
🕛 Even with the rain falling, your neighbors can hear you guys belting out incorrect lyrics to any and every song possible
🕛 Rainy day couch cuddles are a must once the rainy-day activities get lame
🕛 Eventually, after all the movies and activities you guys just scroll through your phones
🕛 Showing each other videos and memes you find amusing as another movie plays in the background
🕛All in all, rainy days are some of the best days for the two of you.
🕛Honestly, she just loves being taken care of
🕛She loves taking care of you too and it’s nice not having to act overly sexual all the time.
🕛 For real though, just cuddle with her she’ll turn the brightest red ever
🕛 She does read smut straight-faced and starts squealing during soft fluffy moments in books
🕛 Loves cooking with you, even if that means she’s cooking and you’re just chilling on the counter.
🕛 Mic drags Aizawa over to your guys’ apartment a lot for dinner
🕛 Yall start shows together on Netflix and she gets mad when you watch the next episode without her
🕛 Grocery shopping with her is chaotic thanks to how many fans she has
🕛 Because of her hero ranking, days off aren’t consistent but there some of the best days
They hate to see us coming
🩷=fluff ; 🧡=comfort ; ❤️🔥=smut ; ❤=angst ; 🖤=death ; 🤍 =dark topics tw!
Toshinori Yagi (All Might)
Coming soon...
Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)
Coming soon...
Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)
Coming soon...
Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)
Coming soon...
Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)
Coming soon...
Keigo Takami (Hawks)
Coming soon...
been….been thinkgin… about them….. theyr the bffs ever… think they should be allowed to remain happy
All Might: Today I realized I’m old Midnight: What happened? All Might: I fell in the cafeteria and instead of laughing, Bakugou came to see if I was okay Midnight: Oh no... All Might: I saw the fear in his eyes
