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Mainly BNHA stuff with some others sprinkled in. Enjoy your stay!

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20.09.21 01:28

I can’t believe Spring has ‘sprung’ so soon. 

Its like winter was too short but also had overstayed its welcome in length. The harshness of rushing from class to class in pouring rain ducking between different people’s umbrellas and the cold, damp skirt brushing my ankles sitting on those hard, blue chairs.  It feels like I missed the 7:30 chilly air that didn’t blow at your face, the perfect remedy for a tired Monday morning. 

I guess it changed slowly. I don’t turn the small fan heater on as frequently as I did before and sometimes I don’t even need to put on my fuzzy robe after my shower. My extra blanket feels too stuffy and it hasn’t rained in a week. We have been in lockdown for god knows how long now, I don’t even remember how long it was since I was at school. It’s kind of terrible really, maybe karma for laughing at everyone else in lockdown when we got out of ours. 

I feel myself falling back into old habits again. Taking three hour long naps and barely drifting throughout the day. At least when I was studying for my mocks I had a purpose but since then without the pressure and stress I saw myself fall back into a different kind. 

Another 24 cases (I think) today, so that means we will probably be in lockdown for another week at least. It makes me think about how much I took those last days at school for granted. I may never see some people ever again; that was their last day of school for good and it was just a normal Tuesday. I wish I could’ve said bye to them properly but I guess that’s just how life is. 

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you.

I hope you’re happy. 

I hope you still feel joy when you smile,

When you laugh, you slice my abdomen and leave a sickness that makes me retch 

Nearly close enough but just not quite, 

You carelessly beam

And chatter 

That stupid laugh 

I want to pull it from your throat 

And squeeze it until it breaks 

Yet

You carry on with life

Unchanged and unfazed 

You broke me, and yet you remain whole 

The greatest pain of all.

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Things I’ve missed about the sun - Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugo katsuki x reader

You used to be my sun, that’s what I always saw you as. 

A bright blistering star that blinded me if I ever dared to look upon you. You were dangerous to the touch but I basked in your warmth nonetheless. I missed that about you, how you were always there for me even if it wasn’t intentional.

“Oi Baka, you gonna keep starin’ at the window or are we gonna have a conversation like regular people do?”

Hatsume waved her hand in front of your face in an attempt to pull you from your thoughts. It was a humid Sunday afternoon and you had joined your friend for tea at the mall. College exams were finally over and done with so you both decided to celebrate before you were thrown back into the busy rhythm of life. 

“Since when did they have Bakugo collectables at Toyco?”

An all too familiar face stared back at you aggressively on a giant poster advertising the new line of hero collectables plastered outside the Toyco opposite the cafe. It seemed like his presence always found its way into your life no matter how far away he was. 

“Hm, Ground Zero merch, never thought it would be this quick before that bastard had his branding stuck all over the shirt’s of kids.” She lifted the straw out of her iced tea and pointed it at your face. “You’re not still hung up over that sack of trash, right?”

You sheepishly smiled and rubbed the back of your neck, a light blush dancing on the apples of your cheeks. It had been a while since you had talked to the hot-headed blonde but your high school crush on him had persisted. You were in the support class F and frequently interacted with hero studies class A for support items and general classes which coincidentally made you form an odd friendship with Bakugo. You were both really close at one point but fell off once the school year had ended. You really missed him even though he was just a phone call away, you could never bring yourself to make an excuse to call. 

“Well, it’s really hard when his face is every third news story on TV!”

Hatsume threw her head back and laughed. 

Bakugo was strange, obviously, and was infamous amongst the school for having the worst temper and the many incidents Class A somehow found themselves in, and by default, you found yourself in the midst of the chaos. 

“Bakugo! You know my workbench is not a bed, right?”

It was after Bakugo’s kidnapping fiasco that you found him lying on your workbench in the shared support facility. It was 5:30 in the morning and he knew that only you’d be there. 

“I want you to upgrade my gear, all of it.”

His voice was soft, almost a whisper, a rarity you had never heard from him before. You decided to entertain him. 

“Gotta be more specific, Sir.” You picked up his gauntlets and ran your fingers over the minor scuffs and scratches on its surface. “You can’t level up your gear like you evolve pokemon, tell me what you want done.”

His voice was still quiet. “I just want it to be better, got anything for that?”

You placed the gauntlet down on the table next to him and pulled out a wheely chair from underneath the table. 

“Is everything alright Blasty? Things have been rough for you recently but it’s not your fault, y’know?”

He sighed and raised his arms towards the overhead lamp and stared at the scars and burns that decorated his forearms. You had never paid much attention to them before but now in the light, it almost seemed like a work of art, you remembered that Hatsume once said that each uneven patch of skin and scar that marked a hero’s body was like a war trophy, a symbol of their resilience and hardships that they faced to get where they were today. 

“I hate these scars,” He said, as he dropped his arms back onto the table. “Those bastard villains gave me 6 more to hate.”

You carefully took one of his arms and held it in your hands. His silence was enough for you to know that he didn’t mind the invasion of personal space. You lightly traced the scars with your fingertips in silence, some had faded but some were more prominent than others. 

“Your hands are rough, you know that?”

You chuckled and lifted one hand into the light, fully showing the callouses that marked them. 

“You gotta have this many when you’re working with metal all the time.”

He grunted in agreement, not saying a thing more. 

“I like your scars y’know.” You placed his arm back on the table. “They show how hard you worked to get here.”

Your eyes met for a second in which it felt like an eternity. He was the one to break it. 

“Thanks.”

You both sat in silence as you watched the sunrise from the UA windows, relishing in each other’s company. It was such a simple interaction that was forever ingrained into your memory and probably the first time you ever fully realised your feelings for the boy. 

“Maa how long has it been, 5 years you’ve liked him?” Hatsume teased as she stole a forceful of your cake. “Maybe you should call him, would be a lot better than daydreaming about him all the time.” 

You furiously shook your head. “He’s probably busy doing hero stuff y’know, he doesn’t have time for a lowlife like me.”

You pointed to the poster that almost felt as if it was constantly eavesdropping on your conversation. “He’s got bigger things to worry about, Hatsume.”

She sighed and propped her chin on her hand. 

“Mmm, maybe if you didn’t leave so early at the reunion night last month then maybe you wouldn’t be in this position.”

“You know how I am with parties! If it’s past 10 I gotta go home, not all of us are night owls like you!”

It was honestly a terrible night. There were over 30 people crammed into Yaoyorozu’s penthouse apartment and there was too much going on to have any meaningful interactions with anyone. Sure it was nice to see everyone again but it was more like small clusters of people in their own conversations and you didn’t really seem to fit in anywhere. You had talked to Bakugo that night, but only briefly before he was dragged off by Kirishima to greet some other people. You had learnt that he was currently stationed in Kyoto in a partner agency with Kirishima. 

You sighed and stared at the empty plate in front of you. Hatsume had taken the liberty to finish off the rest of your blueberry yoghurt slice while you were lost in your thoughts. 

“Why don’t you make some support gear for him?” She asked. “He always liked the stuff you made anyways.”

You drummed your fingers on the table, you guessed that was true. 

“He probably has some big shot designers working for him right now, he wouldn’t want anything a college student is making.”

“Maa, you’re so annoying you know that?”

You simply laughed at her, even you could acknowledge you were a piece of work. 

“Mum, Mum! Look it’s the real Ground Zero!”

You looked outside the window once again to see a child pointing excitedly at that stupid poster. Every time you looked at it, it seemed to infuriate you even more. 

“Can you please sign my lunchbox, Mr Hero? Pretty please!”

You did a double-take at the Toyco and noticed a very familiar blonde headed boy, albeit his hair a little shorter since the last time you saw him. He was dressed casually in a pair of shorts and a graphic tee, different from how you usually saw him on the news. You watched him as he bent down and signed the kid’s red lunchbox and ruffled his hair with an encouraging smile. It looked like the public relations training worked wonders on him. 

He noticed your staring from the across the mall and you quickly turned away. Hatsume was nowhere in sight and a napkin with the words ‘GOOD LUCK!’ messily scrawled onto it was there in her place. You began to panic as you felt the heat rising to your face. 

The bell on the cafe door tinkled. 

“Is that you?”

You sheepishly looked up at him. 

“I thought you were in Kyoto, Bakugo. What brings you here?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “I missed home so I thought about setting up an agency around here. I guess I’ll be around a whole lot more now.”

His face was a slight tinge pink and the awkwardness hung in the air like a thick blanket. 

Hatsume hadn’t bullied you about this for all those years for you to let him slip away from you again. Maybe it was time for you to pull up your bootstraps and act upon your feelings for once. 

“Are you free tonight?”

That caught him by surprise. “I guess I am.”

“Wanna grab a bite to eat?”

The widest smile stretched across his face. 

“Is this a date?”

Your face was heating up to an unreasonable degree. “It is if you want it to be.”

He laughed. 

“I’d be honoured.”

Your sun was back to stay. 

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A/N Getting a bit inspirational by posting 2 in a day after leaving the site for like what, a month or so? lmao.

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Strawberry shortcake - Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima x reader

Those words seemed to hurt more than anything in the world. 

The wind was especially chilly on that autumn afternoon, it was nearing winter and the trees outside the cafe window swayed side to side, desperately hanging on to the remaining red leaves that covered its near-naked body. 

The way he was so nonchalant, a seemingly offhanded comment that tore you from the inside out. 

You were out with your long time friend Tsukishima Kei. As a child, Tsuki would walk you to and from school as requested by your mother and since then, the habit just kind of stuck. After you both started attending Karasuno, it had become a ritual of the sort to eat out after school every Thursday afternoon at the same cafe. He especially liked the strawberry shortcake at this particular place and you just rolled with it since he was a hard man to please. 

“Guess what”

You looked up from your phone and saw the smug smirk on his face, something was up. 

“What? Your balls finally dropped?” 

His smirk dropped from his face momentarily as he briefly recoiled in disgust. Even after all these years he still never got used to your insults. 

“You literally reach my shoulders, short stack. I’d be more worried about you not reaching puberty.” He quickly retorted back, as he ate another forkful of his cake. 

You looked back down at your phone silently defeated as you mindlessly scrolled through your feed. You had finished your slice of shortcake long ago and was slowly sipping on the mug of hot chocolate you ordered. Tsuki was always methodical and slow with everything he did, from math equations to the menial task of eating cake, it never bothered you though, you enjoyed every second you spent with him. 

Over the years in his company, you found yourself growing a slight affection towards the blonde-headed boy. He was always so uncharacteristically kind towards you and treated you in a way that you had only ever witnessed him do the same to Yamaguchi. You always had kept it hidden from him in fear of breaking the years of friendship over some fleeting teenage hormonal desire which, unfortunately, never seemed to waver. You guessed in hindsight, it was a good thing that you never did.

“Mmm, so basically I asked out Hina today, and she said yes.”

It was almost cliche the way that time seemed to stand still as you processed what he had just said. You looked into his eyes desperate to see his signature crinkle when he joked around and then to his comically large hands that would fiddle with the fork when he lied, it unfortunately was the truth. You suddenly became very aware of the hard plastic of the chair that awkwardly pushed into your back and the slight gush of air spilling from the cafe doors. Your hands were damp and your chest was heavy with every breath you took. Your mind felt numb as you tried to scramble together a coherent thought. You had to say something.

Your lips curled into its signature smile, a little more strained than usual.

“You never told me you liked Hina!”

The way his cheeks blushed red made your chest hurt.  

“She is a very lovely person.”

Of course she was. Hina was one of the top students at the school, president of the poetry club and the star of the track team, you were nothing compared to her, another fly on the wall in a fairytale written for them. Tsuki was top of his class and an amazing volleyball player, to top it all off he was a blonde in japan, a ridiculous rarity. They were the power couple they world wasn’t ready for, a reality you weren’t ready to face. 

“Come on Tsuki! How much did you have to pay her? No woman in their right mind would want a stingy-shima!”

It hurt to pretend you didn’t when you really did. 

“Is it that hard to imagine that any girl would show interest in me?”

It wasn’t hard at all, in fact, it was too easy. 

You quickly finished the rest of your hot chocolate not minding the scalding heat that burned your tongue. 

“Just got a text from the girls, the other school rescheduled the match time so I gotta go back to school now.”

A lie but you really couldn’t be there any longer. 

“Oh, good luck. They’re a tough team to beat.”

He quirked his eyebrow, he knew something was up but chose not to pry. You grabbed your bag and gave a quick nod.

“Thanks.”

It was all you could manage to say without your voice wobbling.

Your legs couldn’t carry you out of the cafe fast enough. How could you be so stupid? How could you be so blind? You should have been happy for him but you just couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything but heartbreak. You furiously wiped away at the tears on your face but they just wouldn’t stop falling. You finally stopped running, out of breath and tired. It was a pathetic sight, crying alone on the curb of an empty back street, sleeves soaked wet with tears. The wind whipped at your cheeks blowing away the tears like it pitied your sorry state. You hated cold autumn afternoons.

The strawberry shortcake left a bitter taste that wouldn’t go away.

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AN: I know most of you followed for bnha content but we’re switching it up here. Don’t worry there’s gonna be bnha stuff too. Just a short story to pas the time

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Memoirs of a medic - BNHA part 3

Part 1 (Start from the beginning)

Chisaki Kai / Eri 

Part 3 - Final 

“The heroes are outside the base, we have to go.”

It was a regular Thursday morning. It was well in the middle of spring and the sun hung high in the sky warming the earth underneath it. You had attended to the garden earlier that morning to bask in the sunlight and returned back inside to get on with some paperwork. Eri sat opposite you, studying basic kanji from one of the books you used to use when you were first brought into the Hassaikai. 

Irinaka burst into the room at 8:29 in a clear state of distress. They were here. 

Kai had told you that a few days ago, Eri had escaped and stumbled upon some UA students and had made a scene since then, the compound had been on high alert. A small part of you desperately wished they could have taken her there and then which could have spared the absolute chaos that was about to ensue. Eri mentioned the UA students offhandedly and from the way she spoke of them in such high regard, you couldn’t help yourself but feel a pang of sadness. As much as you knew that a life outside of the clutches of Kai was what she deserved, but your creeping selfishness wanted to stay by her side and watch her grow. Your loyalty laid with Kai, but you secretly wished the heroes could win just this once. 

“Eri let’s go, the time has come.”

You scooped up Eri in your arms and fast-walked behind Irinaka to Kai’s office. His desk was clear of everything save for the tiny potted plant on the corner of the table. Hari stood beside Kai with your backpack at his feet and nodded in acknowledgement to your entrance. The main few of the eight bullets had been instructed to pack their bags beforehand in the likelihood of this specific event. Your backpack wasn’t filled with much, you never found yourself indulging in materialistic goods or finding sentiment in any of them. You packed only a few things that couldn’t be replaced, the framed photo from your dresser, a leather-bound journal, a stack of white envelopes, and Eri’s doll. 

BOOM 

An explosion shook the whole room heralding the beginning of the raid, it was time to leave. The plan was to use half of the eight bullets to hold off the heroes and police while you made your escape through a hidden exit on the other side of the base. It was best to prevent conflict especially while being in possession of Eri and potentially risking everything Kai had worked for. The walk passed in silence with only the thump of footsteps and occasional echoes of explosions and rumbles filling the background. They were walking at an awfully slow pace, seemingly unbothered by the commotion above them. 

At 8:42, things got interesting. 

“Excuse me.” 

Someone had gotten here quicker than anticipated. 

“Can I ask some questions?”

It was the boy, the one Eri had described. Blue eyes, blonde hair, bright red and yellow hero suit that stuck out as an eyesore against the dull concrete walls. He was young, around 18-ish you guessed, probably in his third year of high school you presumed. He was so young. You found it sick that society glorified hero work and enabled children such as him to risk his life like this for a fabled utopia. It was a pity he was going to meet his end here. 

Your eyes flitted to Kai to gauge his reaction. He seemed unbothered, face blank of emotion. 

“You shouldn’t have been able to get here this fast,” Kai drawled, his voice was flat and lazy, completely unresponsive to the situation. 

The boy was clearly dishevelled, he was panting and sweating profusely. He must’ve run all the way here. 

 “I took a shortcut, I’m here to rescue that girl.”

You almost felt sorry for him, he had let go of Eri back then oblivious to the situation she was in and gave her back to her captor. He must’ve felt the guilt weigh down on him once he found out, now hastily throwing himself at national criminals in an attempt to repent his guilty conscience. He should’ve just taken her then. 

“This girl doesn’t want you to rescue her, she doesn’t see you as a hero.”

You could feel Eri uncomfortably shuffle in your arms.

“That’s why I’m here.”

Kai sighed and turned to continue walking. “It’s not getting through to you, is it? I’ll make it simpler.”

“Die.” 

The boy charged at Kai falling to the ground instantly. Sasaki’s quirk sloshed was in effect, ruining his sense of balance and causing him to stumble around in a drunken state. 

Hari tugged at your sleeve, “Sasaki and Nemoto will keep him busy, keep moving.”

You forced yourself to tear your eyes away from the scene, falling into step behind Kai. You knew firsthand how unpleasant it was to be under the influence of Sasaki’s quirk. You never enjoyed drinking and he continuously cemented that concept whenever his presence was near. His control over his quirk was only decent when he was sober— which he never was. You flinched at the sounds of gunshots and tightened your grip on Eri. You prayed his death was short and painless. 

“CHISAKI!”

He appeared from under the ground and swung at Kai’s face, failing to land leaving only a slight graze. Before you could even process the situation, his foot connected with your face, sending you flying against the wall. 

“Yasuko! Hide, I will find you when this is all over.”

You scrambled to your feet assessing the situation. Eri was in the hero’s arms and Kai was preparing to attack. He flexed his fingers, a habit he had picked up, a small ritual before using his quirk. He hid his left hand behind his back, hiding it so that only you could see. He held up three fingers and pointed downwards.

‘I’m going to use my quirk, don’t get in the way.’

It was the code you both used when you were younger on the streets. You had to leave before you got caught in the crossfire. You picked up your backpack and hastily retreated down the corridor. You hid in one of the empty rooms and slumped against the wall heaving a sigh of relief. Kai was going to be fine, he always would be. It would only be a slight nuisance to patch him up afterwards. 

The ground rumbled underneath you, a sure sign that Kai was using his quirk, the whip-like cracks of gunshots could be heard periodically courtesy of Hari’s pistol. You checked the state of the contents in the bag, thankfully nothing was harmed in the process. You lightly touched your cheek noticing it was very much swollen. 

The boy had trained his quirk exceptionally well for someone his age, his finesse and determination was unlike anything you had seen before. He was someone to be admired, a striking resemblance to All Might: the retired symbol of hope. He was young and naive, sheltered from the crippling effects of corruption and desperation, as most heroes were. He would’ve made a great role model for Eri, saved her from Kai as fairy tales and stupid marketing would suggest, cape billowing in the wind as a copyrighted theme song played over replays of the final blow. Heroes were never there for you. You had found out the hard way when one of them showed up as your customer and ignored your silent pleas of help as they got drunk off of a temporary high. They were cowards who dressed up in tight suits to instill false hope and ignored those who really needed it. What says they would be there for Eri?

BOOM 

A loud crash shook the room. Knocking over the giant oak bookshelf on the opposite side of the wall. You could instantly tell it wasn’t Kai, his quirk was fairly quiet and didn’t cause large crashes like that, the reinforcements must’ve caught up.

You scrambled out of the room only to see that the entire floor had been turned into one giant arena with a jungle of concrete spikes — courtesy of Kai — towering above you. You could only vaguely make out a giant hole in the wall, presumably the source of the crash and the vague image of a body crumpled on the floor. 

It was Kai. 

His clothes were caked in dust, skin covered in scratches and pink welts. The boy and Eri were a few metres away being tended to by the pro-hero Nighteye. The boy had sustained quite a bit of damage being barely able to stand and very visibly exhausted. Eri was fine save for a few scratches here and there, at least the pro heroes wouldn’t hurt her which left your main priority to be Kai. Just as you were about to run towards him, the pro hero Eraserhead and his green haired companion lept in the air and prepared to attack. They were zeroing in on him at an alarming speed, about to serve the final blow. Before you could even react, Kai’s voice rumbled throughout the makeshift arena. 

“GET UP, CHRONO!”

A strand of silver hair sliced through the motionless bundle of white fabric, extending like tape, cutting Eraserhead on the arm. You thanked your lucky stars Hari was alive and most importantly Kai was too. The heroes fell to the ground giving Kai a brief moment to regain composure. His hand slammed on the ground forming another wave of giant spikes across the room separating him from the opposition.

“You did a good job didn’t you, Neomoto? We can’t lose the fight here, not like this…”

His hand reached out, grabbing Nemoto’s mask which disintegrated like wet sand under his touch. He kept going, merging into his face as if it were a hologram. His other hand covered his own face melting into his beaked mask. In a flash of light, an explosion happened. The gust of wind hit you like a whip, causing you to stumble backwards from the force. Your arms instinctively covered your face to protect from the dust and rubble being flicked in all directions, seemingly the only time the mask Kai forced you to wear came in handy. You could barely make out the silhouette of the two bodies as they were shrouded in a whirlwind of debris. It was almost a blessing in disguise as what you could see was something that was most definitely inhuman. 

Both bodies were ripped apart into ribbons of flesh swirled around each other, slowly merging together building a body layer by layer. The bones, the organs, the skin welded together like a cursed puzzle piece. Glaring red eyes glowed like torches through the smoke screen as a second pair of arms ripped through his back. The dust cleared revealing the abomination that was Kai. Black crack like lines painted his face and the skin on his arms were darkened and lined with spikes resembling sharp rocks. You didn’t even know if you could consider that thing to be Kai. This wasn’t the boy who saved you from your father, this wasn’t the boy who stole bread for you when you complained you were hungry. This wasn’t the Kai who shared the ratty blanket with you when you slept on the streets. This was a monster, and he had been that way much longer than you would’ve liked to admit. 

The green haired boy launched a broken-off spike at Kai’s body. The concrete shattered like glass upon impact, reforming back into spikes just as the boy launched a follow up attack almost piercing through the soles of his shoes. The boy was lucky that his flash hero suit was made with situations like this in mind otherwise his whole leg would have most definitely been smashed into pieces. Nighteye leaped in pushing the green haired boy to the side, narrowly missing the spike Kai had sent towards him. 

If nighteye was there, that meant the blonde boy was alone. 

You weaved your way through the rubble and saw the boy propped up against the wall a fair distance away from the fight. His hero suit was bloodied and torn and he looked as if he was barely able to move. Eri was further away from the boy, possibly left there in a hurry as Nighteye went to assist the green haired boy. You cautiously approached him being careful not to underestimate him even in his handicaped state. 

“You have fought well, young man. May I know your name?”

He stared at the mask on your face, a clear sign of your affiliation with Kai. “I am lemillion to the likes of you scum. I don’t take compliments from villains like you.”

Your face soured at the label, “I don’t go by that term, I prefer yakuza.” Your hand hovered over the knife strapped to your thigh. “Tell me your real name, or this is the last face you’re going to see.” 

“Mirio Togata.”

His face showed no sign of lying, a good egg he was. A fault of heroes had to be their strong sense of morals eventually resulting in the downfall of many of them. 

“Mirio, I have a knife strapped to my leg, I can end your life faster than you can think. Give me a reason why I should let you live.”

His guard was still heightened and his distress was visibly showing on his face. The fear of death was synonymous with all humans it seemed. He didn’t speak for a moment, hesitant to come up with an answer. You almost thought he wasn’t going to say anything at all until he finally spoke. 

“Someone like you may not understand, but I want to live to see the relief on people's faces after I save them. I want to be able to save at least a million people and be the hero people can look up to and feel safe in my presence.”

He was so hopeful that it hurt. 

“You could have ignored her, saved a million people instead of dying for one. Why does she matter so much to you?” 

His face hardened with determination. 

“What type of hero am I if I can’t save one helpless girl? I’d die for her no questions asked if that ensured her safety.”

“Chisaki, join us in the Shie Hassaikai. Your future is one with potential.”

Slate grey clouds darkened the afternoon sky. A heavy downpour of rain had soaked both you and Kai’s clothes and chosen to seek refuge outside a brothel. The man had approached Kai after watching him materialize an umbrella from scraps you had scavenged from the dumpster. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd. Unlike the usual suit and tie businessmen and raggedy drug addicts that frequented the brothel, he donned a black kimono, a rarity in general even out of the red light district. His silver hair was slicked back neatly and a large carved, jade ring wrapped around his finger. He looked like royalty. 

“How do I know you’re not gonna sell me into human trafficking or something, old shit?”

“Boy, look over there.” He pointed to the flashing neon lights of the brothel, “I own that brothel. I own almost 30% of the businesses in the red light district. This could all be yours one day.”

Kai’s eyes immediately glistened with interest. He wouldn’t have to sleep on concrete anymore, he wouldn’t have to worry about his next meal, and he wouldn’t have to worry about braving the winter. He would have somewhere to call home. But the thoughts dissipated as quickly as they came. 

“What about Yasu? Can’t leave her out here on her own. I told her I’d protect her forever y’know.”

The man shook his head. “We never brought up women in our clan, its tradition.”

You tugged at Kai’s sleeve. He deserved a life in comfort whether it was with you or not. He had done so much for you already. “You can go, I’ll be fine. You can’t pass up an opportunity like this.”

Kai, very much irked by his response, held up both middle fingers to flip off the man. “Then change tradition. I ain’t going nowhere without her ya heard! Take your gedo sandals and shove them up your ass.”

“Why does she matter so much to you?”

“She’s all I got, I’d die a hundred times over if it means she is out of harm's way. Ya can’t take me without her. We’re a package deal ya got it?”

The man sighed and looked at the boy. He stood defensively in front of the girl. She didn’t look like much but appearances were deceiving. He was loyal, an honorable trait. With a little bit of guidance, he could be a great leader. 

“Fine, let us go.”

This boy looked so different but he had those same eyes Kai once had. Hopeful and kind, shining with compassion and determination. He was uncorrupted, a pure soul, the family Eri deserved to have. You had done so much wrong in your life, allowing Kai to succumb to his pride, staying silent while he committed heinous crimes, letting him hurt the innocent, there were too many sins to count. But it was time to do something right for once. 

You took the rucksack off of your back. 

“Take it.”

He was taken aback. “What?”

“Please, when Eri is old enough give her the contents of this bag. You can look through it if you are suspicious.”

“You mean— “

“Yes. I can’t guarantee that Kai will lose this fight but I entrust Eri with you. Please take care of her, be the hero she needs.” 

The bag contained a leather bound journal, your personal diary that you started when you finally learnt how to properly read and write as encouraged by your father. It documented every single tear, laugh, and worry since you were 12; a stack of white letters, For each birthday of Eri’s since you met her, outlining everything that you wished for and regretted, how much you had wanted a better life for her, everything you ever wanted to tell her if you had gotten the chance; the photo from your dresser as something she could remember you by; and the handsewn doll Eri loved that you had made for her because she cried every time Kai’s goons would buy her something new. 

You looked over your shoulder to the main fight. Kai was growing weary, his transformation wasn’t enough to fend off the pro heroes. It was drawing to a close. You looked back at Mirio. 

“Please tell her I loved her… love her for me.”

“I will.”

Nighteye broke off one of the giant concrete spikes and hurled it towards Kai’s weakened body like a javelin. He sat kneeled on the ground desperately panting for breath. The bottom half of his mask was broken off and his jacket torn in pieces, the shreds decorating the ground around him. His body was drenched in blood, some his own, some others. Hari had disappeared earlier to deal with Eraserhead and all of the Eight bullets were either dead or in the hands of the police. No one was there to save him anymore. 

“Tell her I’m sorry.”

Your body moved faster than your brain could react. The effects of the ability enhancing drugs were kicking in right on time. Time was moving in slow motion, you leapt into the battle scene, your hair extending outwards towards Kai’s body pushing him out of the way. The spike skewered your body impaling you square in the chest. 

An unknown woman had thrown herself at sure death to save a criminal. 

“MOM!”

Eri screams bounced off the walls of the building bringing the entire room to a standstill. She ran from her hiding spot stumbling over loose rubble collapsing beside you, sobbing into the crook of your arm.

Kai’s transformed state instantly melted away into goop around him. He was dumbfounded. Just seconds ago he had prepared himself to face death but was given torture way worse. He gently picked up your figure and held you in his arms. 

“No, Yasuko, what have you done.”

“Kai, I’m sorry.” Your voice was hoarse and slurred. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. 

“Yasu, I can fix you, y-you can’t go like this, I need you.”

“You know, I always wanted to be called ‘mom’.”

He caressed your cheek. 

“Y-you can be if you stick it out. It’ll be like old times, just you and me.”

You chuckled, the laugh reduced to only short, laboured breaths of air. “Stop this nonsense, Kai. Let me rest. Maybe we’ll meet again in another life.”

You never doubted you were a bad person, the bad things you had done heavily outweighed the good. You had never believed in a life after death or reincarnation, always in fear that what awaited after you closed your eyes was eternal punishment. But if there were, you prayed the shinigami would be kind and grant you an eternity to watch over Eri, and see her grow into someone you never got the chance to. 

“I love you, Cyclamen. I always have and I always will.”

“I love you too, Kai.”

Your eyelids grow heavy savouring the last moment you could feel. The heaviness of Eri on your chest, shirt wet with her tears; Kai’s calloused hands cupping your cheek, feeling the warmth of his body from being held so tightly. The pain in your chest seemed to melt away in their presence. An unfortunate death yet envied by many, surrounded by the people you loved. 

The cyclamen, a flower symbolic of sincere and everlasting love, finally gave in to the weather after drowning in the heavy rain for many years, weathering out the storm until it couldn’t any longer, leaving behind only broken petals in its place. It’s ethereal beauty preserved in what it had been despite the circumstances, its body now nourishing for the garden that is to bloom the coming spring. 

In the chaos, there was peace for a brief moment.

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A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to write. Got caught up with online school and all that. Excuses excuses I know. It was really hard to write so please forgive me. I hoped you enjoyed reading all of my nonsense, a slight break from all the romance oriented stuff lol (nothing wrong with that, love me some Bakugou). But yeah, thanks for sticking through, it really means a lot.

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Memoirs of a Medic - BNHA  part 2

If you missed part 1! 

Chisaki Kai / Eri

Part 2

Everything was shady about the Hassaikai, it was organised crime for god’s sake!

Prostitution, drug trafficking, arms smuggling. You were no stranger to the ins and outs of the criminal underworld, as a main child of the Hassaikai, you were never sheltered to the activities that the gang partook in, even encouraged to sit in on meetings and learn the ways of the trade. To the world, you were the scum of society, to be fair they weren’t wrong, but at least you had standards. 

They did not.  

“Heya! I’m Himiko Toga and this is Twice. Overhaul said you’d look after us for the rest of our stay, so I hope we can get well acquainted!”

You hated so-called villains, they made your blood boil. They were filth that ruined the Yakuza and led the Hassakai to the state it was currently in. There was an honour in organized crime, you only killed when necessary, Yakuza were sophisticated and had ideals, unlike villains who enjoyed bringing disorder to society and killed on a whim. You supposed that occasionally both lines of work overlapped in similarities but they were in a whole different league of evil.

You refused to talk to Kai after he even suggested that the Hassakai should have worked with the league. It had been a week since then and this morning they showed up. Hari told you that Kai worked out a deal with them a few days ago and that two of their members were to be integrated as active members of the gang. You expected Hari or Irinaka to be their babysitter but Kai had appointed you as some form of a cruel joke. 

“Ne, you look kinda angry y’know. Don’t worry, we’re extra fun to be around!” 

They were national criminals wanted by the law and they were batshit crazy, must’ve been the screws loose that made them turn out like this. They played with death for fun, you didn’t want to make friends with the likes of them. Her carefree persona and the ridiculously sickeningly sweet facade was testing your patience. 

“This is your room, mine is a few doors over. I’ll be off now.” 

Of course, it didn’t end there. 

“Ne, I heard the source is here, can we see her?” 

The smirk that danced on Toga’s lips was menacing. Her gaze suggested she knew more than she should’ve, it was unnerving. You knew Kai wouldn’t tell them anything about Eri, they shouldn’t have even known she was in this building. Twice stood beside her visibly panicking, Toga remained unmoved, eyes burning into yours. 

“Toga-chan we shouldn’t medd- I am curious too”

Twice’s split personality didn’t make the situation any better. You could feel your palms getting sticky with sweat, you pulled at the hem of your jacket, bunching your hands in the fabric in an attempt to discreetly wipe away the sweat. You noticed the slight glint of amusement in Toga’s eyes as they flitted from your hands back to your face. You couldn’t let them know she was here, you couldn’t let them sense your fear. Screw Kai’s partnership with them, they couldn’t be trusted, they were villains for crying out loud! You sucked in a breath and stared straight into Toga’s eyes. The atmosphere was thick with tension. 

“Unfortunately for you, you don’t have those privileges.” 

You turned on your heel and hastily made an exit. You knew that she sensed your distress, you were aware that you did a terrible job of hiding it. You hoped that it was enough to at least confuse her so that Kai could make an intervention before anything serious happened. 

~

Toga knew she was a bad person; she killed for fun, and she supposed drinking blood wasn’t necessarily considered moral, she had been told by others that she was a ‘crazy bitch’ but she wasn’t stupid. The woman didn’t seem like she belonged here, she didn’t seem like the type to work for Overhaul, she didn’t seem like the type to condone cell harvesting on children. But Toga knew how unfair life could be for the unfortunate and knew not to underestimate her abilities. Life took no prisoners and the innocent often adapted to survive. 

“Ne Jin, don’t you think she’s kinda cute?”

“Not as cute as you, Himiko-chan!”

She would be fun to play with

~

“Kai what the fuck is wrong with you.” 

“I am unaware of what I have done wrong.”

You knew under his stupid face mask he was smirking. His lazy eyes creased at the corners, he was having too much fun watching your outburst. It was not often that you gave in to your emotions but Kai always knew how to stir your pot in the worst way possible. You slammed your hand on his desk and grabbed the beak of his mask yanking it towards your face. You glared him down burning holes through his skull, he lazily gazed back at your’s unfazed. 

“I don’t want anything to do with those villains, they ruined us, give them to Hari, at least he tolerates them.”

“I thought you were most fitting for the job, Yasuko.”

“Well, you thought wrong, shit-stick. So leave me be”

Kai sighed and shook his head. 

“You have always given in to emotions too easily, you’re going to get premature wrinkles if you keep on scowling like that.”

He caressed the side of your face, fingertips barely brushing the surface of your skin. For a second you were caught up in the nostalgia, his eyes looked kinder and his face much younger. But the illusion dissipated as quickly as it appeared. 

“Your oily fingers will make my skin break out, hands-off.” 

“Alright my dear cyclamen, you win,” He let out a chuckle “I will ask Nemoto to take over.”

You let go of his mask, releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You both stood in the comfort of silence for a moment, carefully considering how you were going to bring up the next topic. 

“I know you’re worried about Eri.” 

He always knew how to read you like a book. It was almost sad how little privacy you were granted while around him.

“The league knows about the source and may target her for their benefit. Toga asked me about her whereabouts” 

Kai paused thoughtfully, he didn’t anticipate that the league would be in possession of such information, though he couldn’t say that it was completely unexpected. The intentions of the league were still hazy so it was best not to take any chances. 

“We’ll move Eri to the Hakata ward base, Haruki will look after her there for the time being. We’ll move her back in one week if nothing suspicious arises.” 

You inclined your head in agreement and made your exit. You would miss seeing the child for a while but it was definitely for the best. Haruki was the old head of the Hakata ward sub-clan. He was in his mid-50s and had greying hair grown out to meet his shoulders. He was one of the old man’s closest friends and his loyalty towards the Hassaikai was unparalleled. Eri would be safe there, he was a stern man but he had a soft spot reserved for his dear friend’s granddaughter. 

“Yasuko-chan!”

The devil. 

“Ne ne where are you going I’m so bored.”

Toga was leaning on the concrete wall, hands crossed on her chest, she looked almost dangerous but her childish demeanour prevented any real alarm to sound in your head. She was like a cat, she came and went as she pleased and never listened to anyone, her cute exterior masked the claws sheathed under the fluff.

“Good afternoon Toga-san, I have a few errands to run for Kai this morning out of the base so I won’t be sticking around for too long” 

“Maaaaaa, I hate it here! I just want to go outside and grab some takoyaki!” 

“Takoyaki does sound really nice right about now.”

Himiko supposed her path of a villain was somewhat predetermined by her quirk. There was no way anyone with a lust for blood could be a civilian, and never a hero. She always wondered what type of life she would’ve led if she hadn’t killed Saito and drank his blood. It wouldn’t have been as gratifying as her life was now, being able to satisfy her cravings for blood whenever she pleased. She supposed she missed her parents and her younger siblings, she missed walking the streets with her middle school friends without having to stick to the shadows and evade pro heroes that littered the streets. A normal life sounded nice compared to constantly being on the run, that’s why she couldn’t understand why this woman didn’t choose that life.

“Yasuko-chan, why did you give up your life as a civilian to be here? You don’t really look like you belong here y’know.”

From what the files Shigaraki had given her said, she was the medic of the organisation and had a regeneration quirk. From that and the short interaction before, she couldn’t see why she was living in an underground labyrinth participating in illegal activity.

“Toga-san, my life was never mine to choose.” 

Oh? That was something she didn’t expect. 

“Now tell me why you villains exist to ruin everything society has built for your own pleasure.”

Toga was a villain. Villains ruined the Hassakai. Villains were the reason Kai became who he was. Villains were the reason your father was put under a coma. 

“I don’t know why, but all I know is that all I’ve wanted was a normal life, but some things out of your control don’t allow for that, ne?” 

You didn’t expect anything serious to come out of her mouth, but you could consider this a pleasant surprise. Toga’s face was still smiling but you could tell there was something a bit more, akin to a slight sadness or longing. For a second you saw yourself in her eyes, much younger and more brash, fighting life headfirst harbouring resentment for people who were born in much better circumstances than you were. Now 26, you still held that resentment but lost your fight and became complacent to everything that happened. 

“I suppose we both share that in common.”

No one chose this life on purpose, but only the strongest would survive.

“I’ll be off now, Toga-san.”

You wondered how long you would last. 

A small box of hot takoyaki was sent to Toga’s room later that evening. 

~

As you made your way down one of the more quiet shopping districts in town, you let your thoughts wander as you watched civilians walk past you. At this time of day, only the elderly and housewives with young children were dotted around the place. Pretending to be a normal civilian was something you enjoyed to do every so often, it amused you how people walked past you oblivious to the life you led. 

“Ah, Yasuko! My favourite customer how are you, young lass?”

Nakamura Kaemon was the owner of a small mochi store you frequented. You, Hari, and Kai loved the mochi there ever since you were all brought into the Hassaikai. The old man used to bring them all together whenever work allowed and it held a bit of sentiment even now. The store had been slowly losing its customers over the years and you were probably the reason his store was still in business. Every week you would order 6 dozens for the base and secretly paying the utility bills for his shop. 

“Ah hello oji-san, things have been the same as always.” 

He disappeared into the kitchen and took out the boxes of mochi and placed it on the counter. 

“There’s an extra box here?” 

“Last week you said you missed the discontinued strawberry daifuku, so I decided to whip up a batch just for you. Don’t worry it’s free of charge.” 

You looked at the box of pink mochi and began to water at the mouth. The red bean mochi was really good but nothing compared to strawberry daifuku.

“They were the old man’s favourite weren’t they?”

Father always did enjoy eating the strawberry daifuku, Kai would always say that eating pink things were girly but the old man would always laugh and say if he was girly so be it. After he was put in his comatose state, you seemed to gravitate towards them until they were discontinued. 

“Yeah, they were.”

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to sell them again then.”

“Thanks oji-san!”

~

After your trip to the shopping district, you came home to find a pot of red cyclamens on top of your dresser. 

Ah, Kai. 

He always teased you with the nickname cyclamen ever since you were both children. 

“Kai! Look at those flowers aren’t they pretty!” 

It was a cold winters night on the streets of Japan. It was your first winter without a roof over your head and your frail body wasn’t faring well with the cold. You and Kai were outside a florist sharing a blanket Kai had stolen from the charity shop. 

“They’re just flowers, Yasu.”

You wouldn’t hear any of it. The tiny pot of flowers that sat in the window display strangely fascinated you. You were absolutely enamoured by the little petals and the heart-shaped leaves. To be honest it was the first flowers that you had seen that were alive. 

Kai had never seen you worked up over something as menial as that and both of you had been through hell and back. 

“We can’t have flowers like that, Yasu”

“I know, but they’re so pretty!” 

Kai sighed and took out two bobby pins from his back pocket and began to pick at the padlocked door. 

“Kai! What are you doing we’re gonna get caught!”

“Then we better run fast after we get this stupid weed.”

The padlock fell and Kai quickly dashed in and out of the store and held the small pot under his arm as you both fled into the night. 

“Stupid red weed!”

The cyclamen managed to stick with you all these years and was planted in the front garden of the base as it had outgrown its pot quite a bit. It was a beautiful blooming bush that you regularly tended to whenever you had the chance. 

Eri loved the colour. 

A white folded card sat next to the pot. A message from Kai. 

“Happy birthday, Cyclamen.”

Part 3 

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Memoirs of a Medic - BNHA

Chisaki Kai / Eri

Part 1/2

“Chisaki, I’ve brought you tea”

The hallway was silent. You stood outside the metal door, tea tray in hand, patiently staring at the blank concrete wall. You were notified by Irinaka this morning that Kai was dealing with some bottom tier members, something about an incident at Minami ward under the Hassaikai name. His exact words were “Stay out of it till noon if you know what’s good for you.” You looked down at your watch.

‘10:25’

It was tea time. Regardless of what anyone said, 10:30 is when Kai liked to drink tea and no menial task such as dealing with lowlife scum was going to interrupt his daily scheduling. Everything had to be orderly, just how he liked it.

The door opened and you were faced by Hari’s apathetic expression. He greeted you with a curt nod and pointed towards Kai’s desk.

Six bodies mangled beyond recognition were slumped against the left wall. Their hands and feet were bound by thick ropes and their blood was splattered over the white walls. You sidestepped around them and placed the tray onto his desk. “Would you like me to arrange for Botan to deal with the bodies this afternoon?”

He unbuckled his mask and placed it to the side. “Yes, at four.”

He shrugged off his bloodied jacket onto his chair and peeled off what used to be white gloves, now stained red. He walked to the sink and began to wash his hands.

“Kato sit, Kuruno come here, everyone else out of the office”

You were Yasuko Kato, a childhood friend of Kai Chisaki, the infamous young Yakuza head of the Shie Hassaikai. You were the sole medic of the organisation thanks to your quirk ‘regeneration’ allowing you to transform and transfer your energy by the needle-like ends of your hair into the pressure points of your patient’s body, magnifying the healing process tenfold. You were taken in by the Previous boss at a young age and grew up under the wing of the Hassaikai, being considered main family children alongside Kai and Hari Kuruno growing up.

Irinaka threw you a side-eyed glare before bowing and leaving the office with everyone else. Hari pulled out the seat and motioned for you to sit before taking the seat next to you. It wasn’t often that Kai ever requested a meeting with you, it wasn’t necessary as you weren’t directly involved in the big operations the Hassaikai pulled, you only dealt with the aftermath.

Once the door clicked shut. Kai placed a small red box on the table. “Hari, Iku, we’ve reached the end goal.”

He opened the case and pushed it towards you. You stared at the 5 red cylindrical bullets and your eyes widened, it couldn’t be. You looked back at Kai.

“You finished it.”

Kai nodded, “I finished the formula during last Thursday’s extraction. I tested it myself on some of the goons and since then, they haven’t regained any of their quirk abilities.” He leaned back in his chair. “I think this is it.”

Hari picked up one of the bullets and held it in the light. “Does this mean we will go into mass production soon?”

“Yes, it would seem so.”

Your stomach dropped.

Kai turned to face you. “Yasuko, you know this means we will be needing your services more frequently now.”

He noticed your unnerved expression and sighed. “Yasuko you have become too attached. It is a small sacrifice that will bring back the Hassaikai name as the ruler of the underground. This is what dad would have wanted. This is what you wanted, is it not?”

You scrunched your face in disgust, “Don’t you dare bring dad into this!” You sneered, his face remained unchanged. “Please Kai, aren’t the quirk boosting drugs enough to sustain the Hassaikai name? She’s only just a child.”

“No, we-”

“We were like her once, do you have no heart?”

Kai sighed and stood up. “Stop being foolish, Yasuko. You are lucky to be who you are but this is crossing the line.” He grabbed your face and pulled it close towards his, You could feel his quirk on his fingertips, causing your skin bubble under the surface. You could smell the oolong tea in his breath. His piss-yellow eyes bore into yours.

“Nothing will stop me, not even you, so know your place and stay in it.”

You slapped away his hand and glared at him. You were powerless against him and he knew it. Kai, satisfied with your reaction, closed the box and slipped it into his pocket.  

“Hari I will see you about the Minami incident later, Yasuko take my jacket and have it washed, A six you are required at Eri’s room, understand?”

There was nothing more to say.

“Hai.”

~

It was six o’clock and you were outside Eri’s room. You could see Hari approaching with Eri slung over his shoulder. As usual, she was fast asleep, knocked out from exhaustion after Kai’s extraction sessions. You were never told what went on during those sessions but the scars that lined Eri’s body were more than enough to paint a clear picture.

“I’ll be handing her onto you now,” Hari said, passing the small child into your arms. He stared into your eyes and hesitated for a second, carefully considering his words.

“On what Kai said earlier, You shouldn’t allow yourself to get attached, It’s going to hurt you later on.”

You used your fingers to comb through a matted knot in Eri’s hair. He was right, you chose the life of a yakuza and accepted Kai as your leader. It was your duty to devote yourself entirely for your family and follow orders blindly without hesitation. But somehow this little girl wormed her way into your heart and you became attached. She reminded you too much of yourself when you were younger to let go, you couldn’t bear to see someone suffer the way you did.

You sighed and turned your back to him. “You know it already has, Hari.”

He nodded disappointedly and retreated back into the winding hallway, the echo of his footsteps becoming fainter and fainter. One you were satisfied he was long gone, you push open Eri’s door and lay her down on the bed. You pressed your hand to her forehead and winced at the temperature, she always was feverish after extractions. You took off her nightgown and took out your hairpin allowing your long black hair to fall down from your usual low bun. Your hair then took a life of its own as it strands began whizzing around, inserting themselves into the young girl’s body. You took a seat next to the bed as you felt the energy being drained from you. Using your quirk generally didn’t cause over-exhaustion, but Eri was an entirely different case. Although Kai was supposed to reassemble her body, there were limits to what he could do, or what he was bothered to do, so she was always brought to you on the brink of death. You felt yourself lapse in and out of consciousness, your eyes fighting to stay open. You let your body relax and melt into the chair.

It was going to be a long night.

~

“Yasuko, we have customers”

Liquor, broken glass, smoke

“Brighten up buttercup, no one wants a sulky bitch to give them hits”

They all had different faces, some more familiar than the rest. Their breath reeked of alcohol and tobacco, yellow teeth and dirty fingernails.

“You stupid piece of shit, IT’S LIKE YOU’RE ASKING FOR A BEATING.”

Their sinister smirk and rough hands.

"Don’t get cocky princess, you’ll never amount to anything.”

“- to-san”

“Kato-san, please wake up.”

Your eyes shot open. Eri was tugging on your shirt, eyes darting all around the room in panic. You rubbed your eyes noticing how clammy your hands were. Your shirt, soaked with sweat, stuck to your body like a second skin.

You felt disgusting.

“Sorry about that, Eri.”

She tugged the hem of her dress, “S’okay, Kato-san is okay now.”

Her innocent expression made your body instantly ripple with guilt. She didn’t deserve this, it wasn’t right. You excused yourself and went for a quick shower. Your room was next door to Eri’s, it looked exactly the same as every other bedroom in the complex. The concrete walls were painted a dull cream colour, and the floor polished wood. The room was neat and orderly, devoid of personality, much like a hotel room. The only furnishings in the room consisted of your queen sized bed, dresser and floor length mirror. A giant scroll hung above your bed, painted was the Shie Hassaikai emblem underneath printed, ‘Help the weak, fight the strong’; Kai had long since strayed from those morals. A single framed photo on top of the dresser was the only proof the room was lived in. It was a photo taken years ago when you were only ten. It was clan pride day which meant you, Kai, and Hari were all dressed in kimonos. It was taken out in the courtyard with the big boss kindly smiling into the camera with all three of you gathered around him, dango sticks in hand. Those days were now distant memories lost in Kai’s greed for power.

You undressed and looked at your reflection in the mirror, your body was lined with scars from altercations with street thugs and other kids back in your teenage years. You were reckless and brave back then daring to fight anyone who dared to talk down on the Hassaikai name. You turned around and felt the giant scar that lined your back. It had been stretched weirdly throughout the years growing with you since you were only five.

Your mother possessed the same quirk as you, the regeneration quirk that allowed her to transfer her energy into a patient to magnify the healing process. In her early 20s, she lost her job at the hospital and quickly ran out of money. She was thrown into the streets and soon had to sell her body to survive. Not long after she became homeless, she realised that her quirk could do much more than just heal, when used on a body without any physical damage it resulting in a euphoric high much stronger than that of heroin. She then began to sell herself in a different way, targeting those growing bored of regular illicit drugs. Through this, she met your biological father who became her pimp. He arranged all her customers and took away all of her earnings, she couldn’t care less, she was wildly in love with him.

Two years passed and she eventually gave birth to you. You did not remember much of your early years of life but one thing was for certain, it was not filled with love. You spent most of your time with your mother in the house where strange people would come and go everyday. The air in the room was always cloudy with smoke and smelt like wet clothes, tobacco and alcohol. You remembered sitting in the corner of the room silently watching your father count money while your mother sat on the chair next to the beaten up mattress, paper skin, cracked lips and bruised skin, sent her hair slithering into every customer who walked in through the door.

She passed away from overexhaustion when you were four which coincidentally was when you began to show signs of your quirk developing. Your father, with the loss of his main source of income immediately put you to work. You filled in the place your mother once had and became familiar with the strange faces that you once observed from the corner. Your father pumped you with drugs in order to allow your small body to keep up with demand. He relentlessly sent in customers day in and day out to keep his own addictions well funded.

When you were six, a customer got too handsy with you. He tried to touch you, take off your clothes, while your father merely just watched from the doorway. You kicked his jaw making him unhand you in disbelief. You managed to scramble away and hide behind your father. The man angered by your retaliation unsheathed a small black hunting knife from his back pocket and waved it at your father. They briefly exchanged a few words you didn’t understand, you only remember your father pushing you forwards and locking the door. You screamed and cried for help, pounding on the locked door.

He struck.

One clean cut from the bottom of your shoulder blade across your back to your hip. You curled up in a ball on the floor and shrieked. The blood soaked through your white dress spilling onto the floor. The man looked down at his knife, your blood dribbling down the blade onto his hands, and realized what he had done. Panic flooded his veins. He was a homeless druggie, not a street thug, murders happened all the time in the red light district but the death of some six year old wasn’t going to fly, someone was going to catch wind of this and he’d get caught if you lived.

That's right, only if you lived.

He stood over you, knife in hand, eyes crazed with killing intent. His breath was heavily laboured, it reeked of alcohol and weed.

He swung.

You grabbed the knife by the blade before it struck your skull and threw it to the side. Your hair took a life of its own and shot at his neck piercing the Carotid sinus. He began convulsing, foaming at the mouth and collapsed on the ground. Your hand was gushing with blood, he had cut deep into your fingers. The pain was beyond anything that you had experienced. Out of instinct your hair connected to your back and fingers slowing down the blood.

You couldn’t stay here anymore, you didn’t want to. You slid open the window and ran into the depths of the red light district, away from your father and away from the walls that held you prisoner. That’s how Kai found you, passed out in a back alley covered with blood. He was only eight back then and stood by your body protecting you from stray drunks and the odd policeman until you regained consciousness.

“I’m Chisaki Kai, I’m gonna be honest, you look pretty bad and you got hair stuck in your hand.”

“I know, I’m Kato Yasuko”

He passed you a stale loaf of bread and you told him everything that happened right from the beginning. Your mother, your father, and the handsy customer. He listened intently and comforted you as you cried. Once it was over, he took your hand and began dragging you through the backstreets of the red light district.

“Where are you taking me? I don’t want to go back there.”

“We’re gonna burn that crack house down, retard.”

“You don’t even know where I used to live!”

“Then take me there or we’re gonna be running all day, loser!”

At that moment you couldn’t think of any better alternatives so you ran with him. His short maroon hair was easy to miss, he somehow was able to seamlessly melt into the shadows of the back alleys, weaving through dumpsters and crowds of morally questionable people. But in your eyes he was so bright, like a ray of sunshine. He didn’t seem to have a care in the world, it was like he wore the title street rat with pride. For the first time in forever you felt something positive. This dingy little ill mannered child gave your broken childhood hope. But like he always did, your father anticipated your return. He sat on the old rocking chair on the front porch, cigarette in hand. Staring both of you down as you approached the house.

“I’ve been waiting on your return, princess,” He smirked, “I almost got a little worried there.”

He stood up revealing the gun he had hidden in his other hand. He beckoned you to come forward.

“You’re gonna have to leave your friend outside” his voice became sinister. “We don’t want any dirty footprints in the house.”

Your father was born quirk-less and therefore found it necessary to carry a pistol everywhere he went. Your eyes flitted to Kai, he was seemingly unfazed by the gun and held his ground. You began to panic, Kai, your saviour, was going to die from your selfishness.

“Kai I can go back you don’t need to-”

“Shut up, Yasuko. Have a little hope. Geez!”

That was it, he had gone too far. It would have been easier for you to just go back to your father and spare Kai's life, but something was holding you back from moving forward. You didn’t want to let him go, you didn’t want to go back to that life. But reality weighed onto your shoulders and you made your resolve. But before you even got the chance to move, Kai bolted.

Two shots were fired from your father’s pistol.

The first pierced his shoulder, and the second his forearm. But he didn’t stop.

The colour drained from your father’s face once he realised he was out of rounds. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he backed himself up against the wall. He held out the gun despite its worthlessness and kept repeatedly pulling the trigger to no avail. Kai stood in front of him and reached his arm out.

It wasn’t a secret that you had lived a terrible life prior to that point. You had watched your mother and customers by the hands of your father die. Fistfights and dead prostitutes were no strangers to the streets of the red light district and neither were you. But none of this could have even prepared you for what you saw.

Kai’s hand sliced through your father’s abdomen like a hot knife to butter, it almost looked as if he stuck his hand through an illusion, but the blood that spilled brought you back to reality. You considered your father to be a stoic man, he had a tough exterior and never seemed to be fazed in any situation, even in his death he never begged for his life. You watched the flesh around Kai’s hand churn like a smoothie, enveloping his entire body, turning into an unrecognizable sludge. The whole time, your father’s eyes never left yours. His eyes scorched and burned into yours, making sure his face would live to haunt you in your nightmares. The last words he mouthed were as clear as day.

"Don’t get cocky princess, you’ll never amount to anything.”

…

It was over.

“Was that the first person you’ve ever killed?”

A hesitated pause.

“Yeah.”

As Kai promised you burnt down the house alongside both bodies with matches he stole from the convenience store. He allowed you to throw the first match, casting it onto the lump of flesh that had been your father. It didn’t burn much to your dismay, but the rest of the house did, and you had never felt more euphoric as you watched the flames consume the front porch. You both made a hasty escape before anyone bothered to check up on the house and scaled a nearby three story brothel and watched the blaze from the rooftops, hand in hand.

“You’re like a hero, y’know”

“Don’t call it that.”

You and Kai lived as street rats from that point onwards. Pickpocketing drunken strangers and stealing from street vendors, sleeping in back alleys and behind dumpsters to avoid law enforcement. It was tough but you were happy; you had Kai and that was all that mattered to you. Two years later, you were brought into the Shie Hassaikai and became a faithful servant to the clan. The knife wound from that day was too deep for it to completely heal so it left a nasty scar that branded your back from that point onwards. It was a constant unpleasant reminder of your father’s cocky smirk.

“You’ll never amount to anything,”

The water began to run cold bringing you out of your thoughts, you winced at the sudden temperature change and hastily left the shower. You slicked back your hair into a tight low bun, bobby pinning the stray hairs at the base of your neck. You quickly put on a fresh change of clothes, and took one last longing glance at the photo frame before returning back to Eri’s room.

“Right, let’s go.”

You both walked in silence though the labyrinth of hallways into one of the studies. You set Eri down at the table with a wad of cash and an accounting journal, allowing her to count it for you while you worked on your own treasury work. You never got any sort of education until the Shie Hassaikai at eight which made it extremely difficult to learn any academics without the basic fundamentals implemented at a young age, you made it your job to make sure Eri had some basic education just in case she managed to escape Kai. It was wistful thinking but you were adamant that it happened.

“What comes after 129, Kato-san?”

“130”

“Thank you, Kato-san”

She was so precious that it hurt.

‘I wish i could have given you more.’

Part 2

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A/N: I really don’t know what to say. This idea has been stuck in my mind since I watched season 4 (late to the party I know). I merged the two parts together because I didn’t think the first part would work well by itself. This is the first ever long project I’ve ever started so please bear with me, I’m used to stand alone short projects. I don’t know how I feel about this one :P. I think I’ll put this up on wattpad or something once it’s all finished. Despite that, please enjoy.

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Stupid - Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima x reader

Brief note: This is my first ever shot at writing romance. I wanted to keep Tsuki pretty in character which was hard to do. Not as much fluff as you would have wished for but I tried :P. Constructive criticism very welcome.

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“I hate you, you know that right?”

*ping*

“Don’t you have anything else better to do?”

You let out a sigh and roll over in your bed. You were buried deep inside your covers rolled into a strategically thought out position for optimal comfort and warmth. It was only 9 o clock but freezing winters and a broken thermostat left very few options.

“I think you know me better than that to know I never have anything to do.”

Your relationship with Tsukishima was complicated, well it wasn’t really, but it always seemed like it did. You had both been friends for well over three years but almost exclusively talked online. You hung out often, but only with Yamaguchi bridging the gap for conversation. You knew every single thing about each other but somehow the absence of a screen was a whole new level of awkward. Though there was one thing that he didn’t know of, the very very slight feelings you had for him.

“Yeah forgot about that, potty princess”

You scrunched your nose at the nickname. He would never let you live that down. You slapped your cheeks trying to rid yourself of embarrassment.

You thought that you could never commit yourself fully to give in to your feelings, there were boundaries you didn’t want to overstep. He only saw you as a sister, one of the bros, nothing more. He knew too much to like you that way anyway. Alongside that, he sure made it hard for you to like him sometimes.

“I have nothing to look forward to this weekend it’s gonna be lame as”

You turned off your screen and shuffled deeper into your covers. You were so hungry.

*ping*

“Let’s go for lunch Saturday then, my treat”

Your face once again blinded by the phone screen squinted at the messages. Your thumbs furiously attack the screen, writing up a quick response. He never made plans or offered to buy food, it was so unlike him to even agree to social outings. Though you definitely weren’t going to give up this golden opportunity.

“Should I message Yamaguchi?”

…

“No, just us”

You read that message once, twice, five more times before you fully registered what was going on. Your heart was doing somersaults and your fingers had never been this numb. Straight panic flooded through your veins. Your mind was racing at a million miles per hour. Was he trying to rile you up? Sounds like him, he never passed an opportunity to see you flustered. Two cold play at this game. You spent a solid minute trying to wrangle your shaky thumbs to write a coherent sentence.

“Is this a date?”

You read over your message and regret instantly washed over you. Shit shit shit you really ruined it this time. There was no turning back, he had already read the message.

“Well, I want it to be”

Your heart stopped. It was as if someone had broken the padlock to the floodgate of emotions that were filling your whole body. Suppressed emotions began to flood your mind as you repeatedly re-read that one stupid sentence. His stupid honey eyes, stupid golden hair, his dumb lazy smirk. Just the thought of his voice was sending shivers down your back. Every little thing that he had ever done raced through your mind as you desperately tried to piece together what events had led you up to this exact moment. He liked you. Like, liked liked you.

“You make me feel really stupid”

You were at a loss for words.

“I know I do, someone has to be the one with brains here...So? Is that a yes?”

Your fingers hovered over your phone as a single tear rolled down your cheek. You always envisioned this scenario in your head much different when you were younger, stomach full of butterflies, a massive bouquet of roses tied with satin ribbon, backdrop of a warm sunset. That fabrication was far from the reality you were faced with now, with the only thing consistent being the butterflies taking over your entire body. Despite that, you wouldn’t have traded this moment with anything in the world, especially not him.  It was so overwhelming that everything that you had dreamed of finally was coming true. It was stupid, you cried over the stupidest things, but this time you really couldn’t help yourself

“Yeah”

You couldn’t believe it

“I’ll see you this weekend then, Potty Princess?”

He was genuinely unbelievable

“Sure thing, Potty Prince”

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