My Name Is Akihiko Arakan

Name: Akihiko Arakan | Quirk: None | Hero name: Longshot (soon to be changed maybe)(This isn’t really a roleplay blog! Moreso just a blog to put all of my BNHA-OC-Comeback content and interact with others :3!)

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What's akihiko like after ua?

gay as hell

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Eat What You Kill.

Ball joke ball joke ball joke <3

There’s a lot of cameos in this bad boy, but I’ll only be tagging @boni-kazai-1y for their villain Fujin <3 also this happens pretty early in the attack, so if ur character has pretty much anything going on then, rabid aito is being a freak in the bg <3

Aito fell to her knees behind a table, shaking as she had finally escaped the terror of the party. Her dress tore as she tried to escape the stampeding crowds, and her side felt bruised from the pushing and shoving, but skin hadn’t torn yet. She was still mobile.

Aito crawled between tables, trying to find somewhere to hide when her ankle was grabbed and she was yanked under a nearby table.

“Sweetheart!” He was immediately wrapped up in a hug as Konekomaru held him, weeping as he brushed his hands over her, both seemingly to check for injury and to make sure she was actually there, and not just an illusion. “You’re ok! Please- please stay here-“

“I-I will baby- I will.” Aito huffed, also holding him close as she buried her face in his chest. “I-I’m scared Koneko- I- wh what if someone gets hurt and-“ Aito paused, tears threatening her eyes as she looked around. “W-where’s Ikuto? Koneko- Koneko where is Ikuto?” She asked, looking around as Konekomaru wiped his own tears away.

“I-I don’t know Aito- I haven’t-“

“Silence.” Aito barked in a whisper, looking out from under the table and shaking as she saw him, standing alone as someone stared him down. Aito watched, frozen as time slowed down.

It only took a single step from the villain for Aito to pounce.

He crashed into the man with little skill or grace, but with enough power to knock him over. Aito wanted to yell, to scream, to do anything that would get him away from Ikuto, but all he could make himself do was snarl, a croaking deep within her chest that shook her entire body. She landed on all fours, and for some reason, it clicked. Aito had moved this way before- but this time it felt different. It felt like this was the only way for her to move now. He pounced on the villain before either had an opportunity to think, pinning him down and scratching at him. There was a small fight, the villain grabbing at her arms as Aito tried to slash at him. She finally connected with his skin, and left a gash on his arm.

Something flooded Aito’s senses when he smelled the blood.

Something animal, something primal.

Something that felt much too dark to be human.

He growled again as the villain threw him off, landing on his back and quickly twisting himself back on all fours, tail whipping around in anger. He roared- something he was barely aware of being capable of- and ran back at the villain. She jumped at him, and landed square in his chest.

The villain fell back, and a sickening crack could be heard as his head hit the marble floor.

Aito grabbed his hair and did it again.

She beat his head against the ground with all her might.

She only succeeded twice before her wrists were grabbed.

He grabbed her and held her.

He tried to escape her claws- painful as they were still coming in.

She roared again.

And then something happened.

She felt short of breath.

It felt wrong.

He fought for air.

He knew the villain was doing this.

He still failed to scratch at him.

The room was getting hazy.

He couldn't breathe.

He saw an opening.

The villain was going this.

He could stop them.

There’s the opening.

Take the chance.

Do it now.

Aito has tasted her own blood before.

He has also tasted other people’s blood before.

He has never tasted life before.

Life tasted bitter, and warm.

It felt round and fat in his mouth.

He had bitten into the man’s throat.

He could breathe now.

He had succeeded.

Aito dug his teeth further into the man’s throat.

It felt like her jaw was stuck like that.

She wanted to pull away.

To tear him apart.

She opened her mouth before she moved away.

Blood gushed out of him.

Blood flowed down her chin.

And her dress.

He looked at this man.

He was gasping for his life.

Like Aito was not too long ago.

It didn’t feel like justice.

It felt like a necessity.

Necessity.

He now knows the meaning of necessity.

The villain needs air.

Aito needed something else.

…

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.

Aito had killed him.

Aito had made a man a carcass.

An object.

He had made him, an it.

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.

It would not be a murder.

It would be a meal.

It would have been a necessity.

He needed to kill it.

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.

Aito trotted away on all fours.

Blood dripped off of him.

He tracked handprints of blood away from it.

Away from the carcass.

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.

It felt as familiar as his heart beat.

And yet alien.

It wasn’t him.

It couldn’t be.

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.

She slightly came too.

Still non verbal.

Still so afraid.

But she saw him, and felt just a bit less so.

Aki.

Hiroharu Aki.

He saw him in trouble.

He ran to his aid.

Like a drum in his body that replaced his heart

He could still feel the impulse.

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.

[tzawa-1y]

umm sorry im done being nice. Going feral now. Thanks. Heart smile.

@compoundhero loll this isnt ok. sorry. going nico over your ocs :/

[akihiko-arakan]

queer behavior at its finest

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The bros <3 broing <3

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kiss tax friday! everybody loves kiss tax friday!!!

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queer behavior

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Pro hero Aki? Pro hero Aki.

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Konekomaru has a little brotherly chat with Nekosuke :)

Konekomaru didn’t like to think of himself as an overly nervous person. Cautious? Occasionally, it was only logical. Easy to fluster? From time to time. But overly nervous…? He didn’t like the word, but it could possibly- maybe even probably- be used to describe him. Sometimes. 

‘Sometimes’ seemed to be now, as he moved his textbooks into his bag so he could set them aside for lunch. He thanked his brother, Nekosuke, for the sandwich as he took a bite. It was nice, having a quiet moment between them as Nekosuke prepared the food and Konekomaru studied, but both of them liked to talk over meals, and the silence was quickly broken after the first bite.

“S’ good.” Konekomaru said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Don't talk with your mouth full.” Nekosuke responded, smiling. “You’d think I’d never taught you any manners.” Konekomaru gave his brother a playful shove over the table, trying not to laugh with his mouth still full of food. “Hm, manners aside, any drama from school? It’s been forever since you talked about you and your friends.” Nekosuke was always a fan of gossip, especially that from UA. 

“Hm, not really.” Konekomaru hummed- after swallowing his bite of food, that is. “I don't really get into all that.”

“Awe, you’re boring.” Nekosuke teased, rolling his eyes. the two sat in silence for a bit, Nekosuke noticing the quiet and knowing that Konekomaru had something to say, but letting him decide when to speak up.

"How do you talk to guys?" Konekomaru blurted out, clumsy and embarrassed as his cheeks tinted pink.

 “You’re kidding!” he laughed, Konekomaru immediately looked up at him with wide eyes, sandwich half in his mouth before he slammed it down.

“Quit!” he whined as Nekosuke laughed, swiping at him as Nekosuke batted him away. “It’s not funny Nekosuke!”

“It’s not! It’s not!” Nekosuke agreed, still trying to fight a laugh as he shielded himself from Konekomaru’s attacks. “It’s cute! My baby brother has a crush!”

Konekomaru sat back in a huff, crossing his arms in embarrassed frustration. “It’s just- oh hush!”

Nekosuke shook his head, finally done laughing as he wiped a fake tear from his eye. “Oh- oh just ignore me. I’m surprised is all.” he explained, settling down at last. “Don't let me discourage you, Konekomaru, tell me! Who are they?”

Konekomaru looked to the side, still blushing in embarrassment “It’s nobody you know.” Konekomaru said quickly, stopping Nekoskue from trying to guess. “Just… a guy I know from school.”

“That narrows it down like, 1 percent.” 

“Actually, given the fact that humans will likely meet only 80,000 people in their lifetime, it narrows it down to more like 0.625 percent-” Konekomaru mentioned, before getting A Look from his brother, and getting back on track. “Uh but… ok I… I don't know!” he said, shrugging aggressively. “I met them at the beginning of the year and… I guess I got feelings for them at some point.”

Nekosuke smiled at him, not teasingly this time, but genuinely happy. “That’s nice, what are they like?” It was a simple question, but Konekomaru immediately found issue in how he would explain them. 

“Well, uh…” he started- probably not the best introduction. “He’s nice.” Konekomaru said, unhelpfully. “We’re in different classes, but he always makes time to hang out with me. He’s real fun to hang around, and there's always something new happening.” A much kinder description than many would give this person, but that's besides the point- he was trying to sell his brother on this guy, he should be allowed to use nicer language. “And… he’s got this confidence-” Konekomaru said, looking at his brother again. “It’s… it’s almost frightening how confident he is in himself. If he somehow thought the sky was green, you couldn’t talk him out of it in a million years.” Konekomaru said, only slightly exaggerating. “It’s… I guess it’s kinda admirable.” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, and he’s smart! Maybe not the best grades, but he could talk circles around anyone. One time he was caught passing notes, and somehow convinced his teacher that it was a part of a training exercise! All about stealth and speed and whatnot- it was crazy to hear about.” Konekomaru said, realizing the fond look on his brother’s face and scrunching up his nose. “Why’re you looking at me like that?!”

“Cause it’s cute!” Nekosuke laughed, Konekomaru rolling his eyes and resting his crossed arms on the table, immediately burying his face into his arms so he didn’t have to suffer looks from his brother. “Oh, quit your moping.” Nekosuke teased, poking Konekomaru’s shoulder. “You obviously like him, Konekomaru, just ask them out!”

Koneko’s head shot up in shock, blinking as he looked at his brother. “I-I don't know if i can do that Nekosuke.” He stuttered, looking away in embarrassment. “What if he doesn’t like me?”

“What if he does?” Nekosuke countered, clearly more excited about this plan than Konekomaru was. “You’ll never know until you ask!”

Konekomaru still felt uncertain though, and rested his head against his arms again. So many things could go wrong with a plan like that- if it could even be called a plan. Just telling him. Just doing it. It was so simple, and yet felt so impossible at the same time. 

“Hey now- don’t do that.” Nekosuke said, patting Konekomaru’s shoulder. “You always do that, get all quiet and in your own head. That’s your problem, Konekomaru Yoshino, you’re in your head too much.” He said, making Konekomaru look up with a gentle push to his shoulder. “Head up, boy, you’re gonna do fine.” he said, as if this were the easiest thing in the world. “If he likes you, that’s great! That’s what you want! And if he doesn’t? That’s alright too! You can both still be friends afterwards.”

“What if he doesnt wanna be friends, though?” Konekomaru asked, nervously picking at his nails. “What if he thinks I'm weird for… feeling like this.”

“Well then, if he thinks you’re weird, then why would you ever wanna date him anyway?” Nekosuke countered, smiling his best ‘big brother giving a pep talk’ smile. “It’ll be fine Konekomaru… I mean, it worked out for me.” He chuckled, raising his left hand and showing off his engagement ring, a plain golden band that he treasured greatly. “Just dont worry about it- you can do it!” Konekomaru nodded, but clearly wasn’t as pumped for the plan as Nekosuke was, and that simply wouldn’t do. “C’mon! Say it!”

“Say what?”

“I’m Konekomaru Yoshino, and I can do it!” Nekosuke said, almost like a cheer. “Say it!”

“I’m Koneko-”

Nekosuke yawned loudly, as if bored by Konekomaru’s attempt. “Sorry- you almost put me to sleep there. Now say it like you mean it!”

“I’m Koneko-”

“Louder!”

“I’m Konekomaru Yoshino!” he nearly shouted, much louder than the boy was used to speaking, feeling a bit of adrenaline run through his body. “And I can do it!”

“You sure can, Koneko!” Nekosuke cheered, his fits going up as he hyped up his little brother. “Now go get ‘em, Konekomaru!”

–

“SORRY I’M LATE!” Aito crashed through the door, sliding across the hardwood before kicking off his indoor shoes. “I was working out with my friend! Completely lost track of time!!” he exclaimed, tossing his bag down with reckless abandon before crash landing onto a beanbag chair, clearly out of breath. “I'm sure I reek like hell, let’s get this done so I can shower.” Aito said, immediately pulling out his phone- not exactly conducive for learning, but it gave Konekomaru time to put a few slices of pizza onto a plate and offer it to Aito.

“Study snack?” he offered, Aito nodding and dropping his phone onto Konekomaru’s rug and grabbing the paper plate.

“Y’know, pizza has so much grease and carbs- not to mention salts and sugar-” Aito took a big bite, as if he weren't just talking about how terrible it was for him. “It’s kinda redundant really, working out just to get back ‘n eat pizza. You’re trying to ruin my progress, I know it.” Aito said, talking with his mouth full, no bite in his words as he enjoyed the free food. “Hm- as long as you don't also sabotage me for the test this week, I'll forgive you.” Aito continued, nonchalantly. He sat up on his elbows to peek over at the textbook in Konekomaru’s lap, her nose scrunching up in irritation at it. “I hate physics.”

“No you don’t.” Konekomaru said, smiling as Aito slumped back into the beanbag. 

“No I don’t.” she agreed, taking another bite of pizza. “I just hate all the formulas. And the fact that it’s math. Why are we learning math in a science class?” she huffed, chewing lazily as she looked up at him.

“Science is just math, but applied to the real world.”

“You just know everything, don't you?” Aito mumbled, but smiled back at him. “Chapter 8, right?”

“8.3, yeah.” Konekomaru agreed, letting Aito get up from the beanbag to sit next to him and actually look at the textbook. “All about falling objects.” 

Aito sucked his teeth at the idea, leaning back onto a pillow and taking the crust of the bread in his hand. “You’re gonna be a falling object if you don't grab me another slice.” Aito threatened, but again no bite to her words. Konekomaru knew for a fact that Aito would follow through with the threat if she saw fit, but also knew that she would only be playing, and for whatever reason that made his chest feel a bit tighter. He’s been thinking about his brother’s advice a lot this week, and did so especially while taking Aito’s plate and getting her another slice. Aito acted like this around most people, bossing them around and lazing about while they did most of the work… but it felt different when he did it with Konekomaru. Konekomaru acted differently than others did around Aito, doing what she asked, and occasionally playing along with her antics.

“1500 yen says you can’t make it in the trash.” Konekomaru challenged, pointing over to the bin next to his desk, across the room from where Aito now lay. 

“Psh, in my sleep!” Aito laughed, aiming the crust and shooting it at the can.

Aito was devastated as the odd shape of the crust failed to make it into the can, knocking against the rim and falling to the floor. She sat up in shock and looked at Konekomaru, before immediately getting to his feet. “That was rigged!” she accused. “You’re trynna make me look bad!” 

“I promise Aito, I’m not!” Konekomaru said, laughing as he also stood. “Just pay up and lets get back to studying!”

“Pay up?!” Aito barked, immediately putting up his fists like a boxer ready to fight. “I’m not paying you anything! This thing is rigged in your favor!”

“Just say you’re broke, Aito!” Konekomaru teased, putting up a block. “You don’t have to pay if you don't have the yen.”

“Broke?!” Aito gasped, as if genuinely insulted. Konekomaru lowered his hands a bit to apologize if he actually hurt her feelings, and was immediately swung at. Aito missed him purposefully, throwing a few more air blows before slowly moving his fist and touching it to Konekomaru’s cheek. “If I were going any faster, you would be KOed. Knock out! Asleep! Mimis!” Aito said, before falling back onto Konekomaru’s bed. “You’re lucky I like you so much, or else you’d be out.” 

Konekomaru laughed at Aito’s threats, getting a bit breathless as he held his stomach. Most of the time Konekomaru struggled to explain why he liked Aito, unable to put the simplicity and joyousness of their relationship into words. He was looking at Aito’s nose, scrunched up in laughter, when he felt that familiar warm feeling in his chest. Being friends with Aito was just easy for him, and that same ease that led them to friendship had also led him to feelings for her. It was hard for him to think about his feelings with Aito in the room- even considering them with him present felt like an admission Konekomaru wasn’t ready for. And yet, through the clouds of nervousness, he could hear his brother cheering him on. ‘I can do it.’ he thought to himself, realizing that his brother wouldn't accept that, and saying it again. “I can do it!’ because he could- he was Konekomaru Yoshino, and he could do-!

“What can you do, Ko?” Aito asked, leaning back with her head tilted to the side like a confused puppy. Konekomaru’s next words left him before he could even consider them.

“I like you so much too, Aito!” he blurted out, ignoring the incorrect grammar- because if he thought for even a second, he would talk himself out of this. “I-I like hanging out with you and- and you're a really good friend and- and if you would ever be interested in being more than friends then- uh- i would be…” Konekomaru paused as he looked at Aito, wide eyed and frozen, as if a picture had been taken of him without his knowledge. He couldn’t even tell if Aito was happy about all this- and slowly his nerves returned, eating him alive as he whispered out the end of his confession. “Uh… I would be interested in that…” 

The silence was deafening.

And yet short.

“Dammit Ko!” Aito barked, grabbing the pillow behind him and throwing it at Konekomaru. His heart sank in his chest as Aito stood up, expecting him to leave and never come back. His heartbeat quickened as Aito grabbed his arms- he knew the boy had a history of violence, but never in his life did he think Aito would ever- “I was gonna ask you out in like- two days!!!” Aito yelled, shaking Konekomaru before immediately stepping away, tail wagging in irritation. “Oh I had the whole thing planned- you were gonna fuckin’ love it- I was gonna be the most romantic guy in the whole world- do you even see me right now!?” he asked, pointing at his clothes. “Sweat drenched tank top, fuckin’ pizza on my breath- these aren’t even my good basketball shorts-” Aito continued to ramble about how imperfect the scene was, pacing and complaining nonstop till Konekomaru realized-

“Wait-” he paused, Aito also stopping as he looked over at Konekomaru. “y-you were gonna ask me out?”

“Of course I was!” Aito barked, as if it were obvious. “You’re Konekomaru Yoshino- of course I was gonna ask you out!” he said, immediately getting back to his pacing. “I was gonna have flowers and be all dressed up- God dammit dude-” and again he was rambling, giving Konekomaru a moment to sit on his bed and consider this all.

“Wait- so you like me back?”

“Uh- yeah, pretty fuckin’ obvioulsy” Aito said, no longer pacing. “Have for a while now, I just didn't have a plan till recently.” 

“S-so… are we dating?” Konekomaru asked, lips quirking into a smile as he saw Aito blush at the question. So, he wasn’t the only nervous one.

“Well we can’t be dating till we go on a date, so no. not yet.” Aito said, as Konekomaru realized she was using her sour attitude to hide her excitement. 

“Do you wanna g-”

“Shut up!” Aito nearly yelled, waving her hands frantically. “No! Shut up! I’m gonna be the one to ask you out! Me!” Aito said, putting her foot down as Konekomaru laughed, both trying not to vibrate in their excitement. 

“Well- well then go ahead and do it!” Konekomaru said, smiling widely as his voice raised in volume.

“Well now I dunno- you ruined my plan, so maybe you don't deser-”

“Aito!”

“Konekomaru!” 

The two burst out in laughter at each other's dramatic displays, joy bubbling out of them like shaken cans of soda as Aito crossed the room before sitting next to Konekomaru, closer than he would casually. “Konekomaru Yoshino.”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to go out with m-”

“Yes!”

“Quit!” Aito giggled, leaning back and laughing as both boys held onto each other. “Don’t interrupt!” 

“Sorry! Sorry!” Konekomaru laughed, hands holding Aito’s arms, not sorry for even a second. 

“Konekomaru Yoshino.”

“Yes?” 

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Konekomaru immediately threw his arms around her, crushing her in a hug as Aito returned it just as quickly. “Of course!” he laughed, nearly falling off the bed as Aito pulled him close in excitement. 

“Yes! Yes yes yes!” Aito yelled, always loud with his emotions as he let go of Konekomaru and did a quick victory lap. “Oh- you’re not gonna regret this Ko- I’m gonna take you out to- shit- I should keep it a secret-” Aito giggled, covering his mouth with his hand as he seemed to process it all. “I’m gonna take Konekomaru Yoshino on a date.” he said, as if he were announcing that he had just found a priceless jewel on the sidewalk this morning. “I’m gonna take Konekomaru Yoshino on a date!” He ran back to Konekomaru, landing on one knee as he looked up at him. “Ok- friday. 6? That works?” he asked, tail wagging and ears flapping in joy. 

“That works!” Konekomaru laughed, unsure if he actually had anything planned for then, but sure that he could- and definitely would- cancel anything to go on this date. “Dress code?”

“Dress nice!” Aito said, jumping back on her two feet and running to grab her bag. “I gotta wear something good- polish my boots and-” she looked back at Konekomaru with the biggest smile he’s ever seen on her. “I’m gonna make this perfect, Ko! You’re gonna love it!” he giggled, slipping on his shoes and almost running out the door, before pausing in the doorway. He stared, wide eyed and excited, at Konekomaru, still sitting on his bed. Aito quickly crossed the room and walked up to him, leaning down and giving him a peck on the forehead, before immediately running out the door. “gottagobuti’llseeyouFriday- Bye Ko!” he yelled, trying to get his full statement out before sprinting out of the room. 

Written by the fabulous @korissideblog my beloved <3

[akihiko-arakan]

Inspired by @korissideblog, I have decided to draw Aki’s friends outside of 1-x and 1-y! I hope you guys like them a lot ^-^

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gay people be so scary

a fun little angry gay collab with @korissideblog

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Hiiiiii besties- I know it’s like months late but like

Parents

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i'm getting back into writing <333

[ft Akihiko by the lovely @akihiko-arakan <3]

Akihiko wasn’t usually one to visit Takao after a mission. That was usually a job reserved to someone closer to her, like Maekawa, Aki, or Watanabe- but apparently Takao had just returned from a very stressful mission, and requested him specifically. The agency was bustling with people trying to get to very important places with very important information- except when Akihiko turned the corner to where Takao worked.

The bullpen was nearly silent, the only chatter being necessary for work, the swishing of papers, or clicking keyboards as the room of people worked. Akihiko heard that the mission didn’t go well, but this couldn’t have been the first to have gone belly up- especially when Takao was concerned. A woman with long black hair seemed to recognize him and called him forward with a gesture.

“Arakan?” she asked, her voice only just above a whisper, as if the silence of the room was a beast she didn’t want to notify of her presence. “I’m Dr. Arai. I’ve just finished my psychological evaluation of Takao san, and… she’s in a poor state at the moment. She needs someone she can trust, and she requested you.” The doctor led Akihiko to one of the offices separate from the bullpen, somewhere usually reserved for interrogations and speaking with witnesses. “The surveillance has been turned off upon Takao san’s request, so you need not worry about it.” she added, stopping at the window looking into the room.

Takao was sitting on the couch across from the window, blankly staring at the walls and feeling the couch as if they were completely foreign to her. He was slumped onto one of the couch’s armrests but… not in his usual way. Usually he was just lazing about, happy to take up the entire couch if it was what pleased him… but now? Now he just looked too tired to hold himself upright.

“Have you been… informed of the circumstances of Takao san’s rescue?”

Akihiko’s face must’ve said it all, but he still couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Rescue? Why did Takao need to be rescued?”

The doctor seemed a bit surprised that Akihiko hadn’t even been aware of that- but quickly her face returned to it’s professional blankness. “Takao san… he was found out by the people he was investigating, and they held him captive for… what we can only assume to be weeks.”

“Assume?” Akihiko asked, looking quickly between Takao and Dr. Arai.

“Takao san has a protocol for this sort of thing.” Dr. Arai explained. “She has certain intervals at which he is supposed to do ‘check up calls’ with her team. If she is captured and made to do these check up calls, he has certain code phrases to report that will let the team know that he is in danger.” the doctor picked at her nails, a strangely human habit for this overly professional woman. “We can only assume he’d been captive for weeks because… for whatever reason… he didn’t use these code phrases.”

The quiet was uncomfortable, as if the silent beast from the bullpen had crawled it’s way under Akihiko’s skin. He knew Takao could be an idiot, especially when he thinks he can do something himself- but not even she would keep something like this under wraps. “I’d like to speak with her.” he said sternly, ready to find out what could have gotten into that crazy woman’s head.

Before the doctor could officially allow him in, Akihiko brushed past her and walked into the room, staring Takao in the eyes.

“Hey.” Aito croaked, as if she hadn't used her voice in quite a while.

“Takao.” Akihiko responded, closing the door behind himself and quickly crossing the room to stand in front of the couch.

“You came…” Takao chuckled, as if she couldn’t believe it. She seemed to be looking elsewhere though, instead of at Akihiko, her eyes rested a couple inches above his head. “Sit with me?”

“Takao, we have thin-”

“Sit with me, Akihiko.” Takao asked again, interrupting Akihiko’s question. She reached for him and grabbed his sleeve, gently tugging in a way that was less forceful and more just annoying. Akihiko knew that Takao would be easier to deal with if he just compiled though, so he sat down without comment.

“We have things we need to discuss, Takao.” Akihiko said, ignoring how she moved from slouching against the armrest to Akihiko’s shoulder. “Why did you not inform your team that you were in danger?”

“Did you know I love you, Akihiko?” Takao asked, humorously.

“Stay on topic, Takao.” Akihiko huffed, not willing to put up with her usual jokes right now.

“I’m just saying!” Takao whined, grabbing onto Akihiko’s arm. “I mean I love Jiro too, but why did he get you when I was your gay awakening?”

“Stay on topi-“

“Just saying, I’m a woman-“ Takao smirked, still finding a joke from their childhood- or at least Akihiko’s reaction to it- extremely amusing. “So if we kissed you’d still be straight.”

“Aito Takao.” Akihiko barked, with a sternness he probably should have been using the entire time. “Focus on the question. Takao.”

“Wouldn’t you rather know something else?” Takao asked, as if this were just a friendly conversation instead of a pseudo-interrogation. “Wanna know why I requested you?”

“That doesn’t really concern me, no.” Akihiko responded dryly. If it were anybody else, Akihiko would be trying much harder to comfort them- but this was Aito Takao, and nothing got done with Aito Takao unless she was kept on a tight leash. “Just tell me why you didn’t tell your team you needed help.”

Takao sat for a second longer, staring out into the middle distance as if she were anywhere else. “I requested you because… I think something’s wrong with me.” she said, unhelpfully. “Something I can’t tell anybody else.”

“Why’s that?” Akihiko asked, deciding to play along for a bit.

“Because.” Takao said, trying to rest comfortably on Akihiko’s shoulder while also not impaling him on his horns. “Everybody knows everything about their quirks… I think if I told them what happened… I don't think they would believe me.”

“What’s wrong with your quirk, Takao?” Akihiko asked, and instead of an answer, Takao simply looked at him, as her sickly yellow eyes began to glow.

It felt like nothing.

Very few things felt like nothing in this world, but this? This felt like an agonizing nothing.

He could see nothing, only darkness in every direction. He could hear nothing, not even the thin ringing ‘nothing’ usually sounded like. He could smell nothing, not even the air around him had taste as he opened his mouth to scream.

The only thing he could do was feel. Feel the cloth covering his eyes. Feel the earplugs in his ears. Feel the clothes on his body. Feel the cuffs on his hands and feet. Feel the cold ground under him, the only thing that could remind him that he was in fact alive in that wretched place.

The only thing, that is, other than his mind.

This mind ran wild with everything imaginable, and everything unimaginable soon leaking in. He imagined escaping, his friends, his family, his boyfriend Jiro, his home, his bed, just about anything he could recall of the world outside of this place. But everything only reminded him of how he was stuck here, in this place. This hellscape of Nothing.

Suddenly, he could see.

He saw a bright light in his eyes, but it was vision, and he was thankful for it.

A man held a radio out to him. He said something in English- something Akihiko definitely should have known, given it was his first language, but for some reason Akihiko could only just barely understand him. Something about “saying” and “being ok.” So he did.

Akihiko knew the right thing to do was say that he needed help but… all he could hear coming from his mouth were lies.

He was talking about meeting a man in Kyoto who had connections to the circles he was supposed to be researching. Something about transporting horses for races, but instead of the animal’s gear, small amounts of foreign material was suspected to be there. He was completely talking out of his ass, but… if he just kept talking, he could keep hearing. If he just kept talking, he could keep seeing. If he just kept talking, it gave him time to get away from the land of nothing. He would rather them beat him to death than return to nothing. At least their fists would feel like something.

In the middle of the message, he looked up at one of the men. For just a second he mentioned a large dog being behind one of the transports- and the way the man looked at him… it felt like fire.

“What the hell is that?!” the man barked, pointing behind him. There was nothing there, and the man who spoke English told him something in a stern voice. The two argued for a bit longer in English, all while he kept speaking into the radio. It didn’t stop till the English speaking man looked back at him… and suddenly both men ran at once, out of the room, leaving the radio behind.

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt too much.

Akihiko grabbed the radio and ran, as if not even he could stop himself, out of the door left open by the fleeing men. The snow was a terrifying pure white, and the loss of color almost made him pass out- but he couldn’t stop here. The men had collected their wits and were following him now. He had to run. He couldn’t stop running. He couldn’t stop running. He couldn’t stop.

Until he did. He did stop. Stillness seemed foreign as he clutched to the couch under him. Takao was no longer looking at him. “What the hell did you do?!” he asked, still trying to collect himself.

Takao looked out the window into the bullpen, noticing first Maekawa, then her mother trying to talk their way past the doctor and into the room. She let her head drop for a couple seconds before standing up and preparing to see them. His eyes had lost their glow, and he seemed more concerned with fixing his shirt than whatever he had just done to Akihiko- at least till she looked at him again.

“I...” she whispered, looking nearly sick to her stomach. “I ran.”

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What’s a quirk that akihiko‘s classmates have that he would like to try for a day?

I'd say Rin's quirk- just because it lets him do more stuff at night, which is his preferable time to do work.

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that or makoto’s

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What’s a quirk that akihiko‘s classmates have that he would like to try for a day?

I'd say Rin's quirk- just because it lets him do more stuff at night, which is his preferable time to do work.

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how does akihiko think other people see him? how does he see himself?

Akihiko thinks that others have a high expectation for him, and that they're always constantly judging him, especially people who have quirks.

As for Akihiko himself, he sees himself as someone who is a disappointment. He always feels like he isn't good enough and that he always has to be at high alert to prove himself.

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I have a cursed idea

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how does akihiko feel about promises?

Akihiko DEFINITELY has a strong dislike towards promises.

The reason being that when he was younger, his mother promised that she'd go see him again soon- WELL SO FAR SHE HASN'T SEEN HIM AT ALL EVER SINCE

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Hear me out- ATLA AU

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