* STAR / FIELD.

you don't have these powers to hurt people. you have them to save people. independent thirteen. read rules before interacting. written by sunny!

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rootshero:

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errased:

       DARK curls, unkempt and wild, stick to your skin, the warm puff of breath that follows the deep inhale of frigid air, a silent release of the tension in your shoulders.     For a MOMENT, just for a brief interval of the passing of time, you’re FREE.     The papers on your desk, the messy state of your apartment, the fear, piercing and real in your students eyes as you failed them one more time – all of it, gone. 

You live in that moment, nothing more then a body and the sound of your own heart beat. It’s that brief pull from your usual hyper-attentive nature that lets the soft sound of footsteps approach unattended. The first signs of tears still stuck to your lashes and left to their own devices.

          When you break from that moment, time catches up with you. The cold feeling of damp clothes clinging to the surface of your skin and the dull ache of bruises, it all comes back to you. Old, wet, bandages sticking to half-healed wounds. That ever present weight on your eyelids.          You’re uncomfortable,         that’s the first thing you note, the second thing is the company. 

You’d heard them, but it takes a long painful few seconds before your attention slips from raindrops and reverie to look down at the pro hero that had joined you. A small body holding a big heart. No doubt they were concerned. 

         Any signs of your turbulent heart are blinked away just as swiftly as they’d come.    “ Hn. Not sure… was just enjoying the rain. Feels nice on the bruises.                 Did… you need something?     Or are you just here to enjoy the rain too? ”

          Patience marks their silence,  a quiet fidgeting of fingers as they await his response,  or at least any sort of reaction.  They know him to be someone who thinks before they speak,  a trait they’ve found that some are severely lacking.  They appreciate it,  most of the time,  but at times like this they wish he would just speak his mind.  Things are never that easy, though.

          A frown makes its way onto their features when he finally answers,  uncovered face an unspoken sign of trust from the space hero.  His answer doesn’t ease their worries,  in fact it only serves to worry them more,  and when they look more closely they can see how his clothes have begun to soak through,  rain weighing them down.  Idly,  they think how he must be freezing,  and they only want to usher him back inside more quickly as a result.

          “  No,  I...  The rain is nice,  but...  “   They cut themself off with a sigh,  they don’t know what to say.  An awkward glance to the side,  then a slight shift of their feet,  the indecisiveness reads in their body.   “  I’m worried about you.  It’s cold out here.  “

          It isn’t just the cold they’re worried about,  and they aren’t sure if trying to bring it up would close out the conversation before it began.  They almost wish Yamada was here instead,  they figure he’d know what to do,  or at least have a better idea than they do.  They don’t dwell on that for long,  and try to continue instead,   “  We can stay out here if you’d like,  but I want to talk.  “

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as much as i joke about thirteen not cussing with hasen,  they genuinely dont really?  cuss.  it’s a personal preference of theirs,  though they do slip up occasionally.  funny enough most of the time when they slip up its over really mundane things instead of really big things

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the struggle,,,

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      THREE DAYS, it’s been three days since you last slept more then sparse minutes at a time. You are RAGGED, a man on thin ice above an abyss of your own making. Tired is a word that fits so comfortably between your teeth it’s a wonder it’s not engraved into the roof of your mouth. 

              The soft patter of rain was what drew you away from your work and out under the sky. A crumbling pillar beneath the gathered clouds.     In the distance, thunder rumbled softly.     An omen like the calling of everything you’ve been gripping too tight lately. Black clothes clung to your body, bandages from your Underground work soaking through beneath.

The cool feeling of the world washing you anew was a delight against battered skin, the mottled marking of a bruise along your jaw, the yawning split of your bottom lip.     You remained grounded to the earth beneath you, face to the sky, as if the rain could wash every maladaptive thought away, as if it could pry the glass shards you embedded into your heart from the messy cage of your chest.

          It couldn’t mend you,        you knew that, but it could conceal, like a blanket to masquerade the first fall of bitter self pitying tears. You were not a weak man, some might argue for the opposite.       But even you had your limits. 

          They pay attention to their coworkers---  more so the ones that had been their classmates,  their friends for such a long time that they can’t help but pay particular attention to their well being.  Aizawa is no exception,  and they’re left wondering day after day if it’s their place to interfere,  to offer a soft chime of advice,  a suggestion to rest.    Anakuro doesn’t think they’ll be listened to.

          Still,  they stay attentive enough to do something if anything may go awry,  and they notice his absence sooner rather than later.  A bit of anxiety claws at the back of their mind,  and they give up their own work,  set to the side for later.  It can wait.

          The search doesn’t take long,  even with them not expecting to find Aizawa outside.  It’s a glance through a window at the rainy day outside that tells them where he’s gone.  Brows furrow,  and for a moment they consider---  maybe it’s wrong to bother him.  Concern for the other is more compelling than whether or not they could come off as intrusive,  and they find themself making their way outside.

          "  Senpai,  “   Their voice is softer than usual,  like the rain had washed away their usual energy,  that excited nature they would show to students and civilians.  One,  two beats of quiet before they continue,  and they try to keep the worry out of their voice,   “  how long have you been out here?  “

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as far as anakuro’s name and appearance goes,  other teachers at U.A. and a few pros know their real name,  but only a few teachers have seen their appearance.  they’re pretty particular about keeping their identity separate from their appearance as thirteen,  mostly for privacy’s sake.

it’s not that they mind the attention,  it’s just that they’d rather be able to enjoy their time off in peace.

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hc ! do u think the space suit is part of their hero costume / is it something required in order to maintain a stable form / that's literally all it is to them ? like tht's their skin ? or something else ?

you know i’ve been playing around with this idea for a while.  back when i was reading the manga,  horikoshi said something about  “if it becomes relevant, i’ll show their appearance”  but also you and i both know i don’t give a fuck about what he has to say.  i know there’s something to be said for the fact that it looked like their suit was empty,  but in the manga it just kind of looked like there COULD have been someone in there,  but the angles were so vague you couldn’t see,  and they had nothing to go off of in the anime,  y’know?

anyways,  i think there is an actual human appearance under all that space stuff,  and the space theme is an aesthetic choice that they stick with,  plus serves as something to obscure their identity,  BUT the gloves help to regulate their quirk.  if they really wanted,  they could have a more traditional hero outfit,  just with the gloves remaining to help maintain more precise control over their quirk.

as far as what they look like under the mask,  i’ve seen a ton of ideas for it,  and i have an idea that’s not easy to execute if i want to find a faceclaim,  so i might have to push it to the side and give them a more traditionally human-like appearance.

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anakuro-kun ! lets go for a drink when you're not busy !

                        “ oh, of course!  i still have a few things to wrap up, but we could go after if you’d like! “

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hc + teaching

as far as teaching styles go, they’re pretty hands on  ( they literally have an entire dome of rescue situations for students to go through ),  and while they know they can’t fully prepare any of their students for emergency situations they want to do what they can.  they really can’t see bookwork and lectures as helping with that though, so they tend to avoid it outside of their usual talking and rambling about rescue work.

they’re also an incredibly patient teacher.  rescuing isn’t a super flashy part of being a hero, and they do fully understand that there are a lot of students that would prefer to focus on fighting villains--- especially in a school like U.A. and they do what they can to be patient with students who are REALLY disinterested.  they’re also pretty understanding of mistakes.  USJ is just a simulation, so in most cases there’s no harm that comes from big mistakes, and they encourage students to just try again and improve what they can.

they’re basically just one of those teachers that tries to be so nice and understanding that you’d feel really bad if you disappointed them   ( and yes, they’re a ‘i’m not mad, i’m disappointed’ type too, so good luck )

headcanon meme   /   accepting

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

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mafredyne.

               “sensei…please sit.” she’s quick to usher them back into their seat, worried look pasted on her face. “are you sure you should be back at work yet?” the incident at usj was well known at this point, makoto had even made it a point to visit the unfortunate first-years involved. “are you feeling alright? should i get some tea?” she’s already begun to clean the area around them, shuffling papers into neat little stacks and brushing debris into the nearby trash can.

               “ please, i’m fine.  i’ve recovered and i feel a lot better here than taking more time off. “   brows furrow, hidden behind darkened glass.  they should have figured she would be concerned--- she hadn’t been the only one.  still, they aren’t going to let a student fret over their own well being.  they gently shoo her away from moving papers and cleaning the area,   “ i understand your concern and i appreciate it, but...  i can handle this.  it’s just cleaning up paperwork, i can do that myself.  more importantly, how are you feeling?  with everything that’s happened, you must be stressed. “

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                                       “ ah---!  niijima - san, did you need something? “   as upbeat as they always were, they still wince a little when they stand upright to talk to the student, pains in their back and arms a solid reminder of why they’d been missing in action for a while.  it’s no time for them to worry about it, and they give an awkward chuckle as they glance at their desk,   “ don’t mind the mess.  i haven’t had the chance to clear it in a while... “   /   @mafredyne

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as far as my thirteen goes, the fight against uraraka and aoyama doesn’t happen.  there’s no way you can convince me that they can literally almost die to their own quirk, know what it’s like to be torn apart by it and still be okay with fighting two STUDENTS with it.  even if they are confident in how well they control their quirk, it’s not something they want to risk, so they don’t.

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                               “ you can relax---  this isn’t a test or anything. “   /   @copiedquirk

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comin’ atcha like a meteor!

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celloquirk.

           ❛    that’s  exactly  what  i  want  to  do  later  !!  once  i  graduate  and  collect  some  work  experience  ,  i  mean  .     ❜      enthusiasm  now  not  only  manifested  in  his  tone  but  his  whole  posture  .  heels  slightly  lifted  off  the  ground  as  his  weight  shifts  .  being  able  to  talk  to  his  favourite  pro  hero  in  person  was  an  experience  .  before  now  ,  he  had  only  ever  encountered  them  in  lessons  while  instructing  him  and  the  rest  of  his  class  in  the  task  at  hand  .      ❛    i  want  to  make  sure  people  are  safe  ,  later  on  .  my  quirk  makes  me  and  them  mobile  …  you  really  did  inspire  me  to  follow  my  dream  .     ❜              /    @cosmuem    .    cont

               “ that’s great!  i’m sure if you keep at it, you’ll do wonderful. “   the other’s enthusiasm is contagious, and thirteen returns it in kind, the excitement audible in their voice and visible in the way they stand.  how could they not be enthusiastic when a bright young hope for the future stands before them!  his quirk is taken into consideration,   “ mobility is always needed in rescue jobs,  the amount of things you could do is endless. “   a bashful little laugh leaves them,   “ i think you’re giving me a little too much credit, however.  this is your dream, right?  even if you needed a little push, give yourself some recognition! “

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so i watched this real odd movie the other day. totally wild! this dude lost his home so he and this stranger had to get it back, right? how's he know the stranger? by this old but famous dude!! anyway I'm mad because at the end he dies!!! two and a half hours of dramatics and he dies!!!!!!

                                                    “ how... interesting? “