“Akihiko Iwata” (unnamed character from chapter 225) of bnha/mha penned by HD. Sideblog, follows back from Unsuccesscr. Under co. Temp dash only. Search #rules for rules, #about for about. Read both posts before interacting.
“Iwata…Akihiko…” The boy echoed. The words floated from his mouth, still taking in the fact he was looking at a ghost. This person, or thing, or whatever wasn’t human. Wasn’t alive, even. Not only that, but they looked….eerily similar. This was getting creepier by the moment.
Not only that, but something the other said…
‘No one of importance-’
He felt…incredibly sad…
“What… You’re…are you really… W-What even…happened…?”
There’s a powerful sorrow emanating from this boy. Not that that surprises you, your spirit tends to gravitate towards those who experience strong emotions.
What is surprising, though, is that while the feeling did increase when you spoke; it had already been there. Underneath confusion, and a tinge of fear. There was something already there, deep within. Perhaps he wasn’t even aware of it himself.
“A ghost?” You prompt the end of his sentence for him, helping to move the conversation along. You figure may as well get this part out of the way as soon as possible.
“I died. Obviously.” You shrug as if it’s no big deal. And perhaps you have gotten used to it. Even if you aren’t particularly happy about it. You cross your legs in mid air, an imitation of sitting down.
“As for the how and why...well, if I tell you are you gonna pass out? You’re lookin’ a little green around the gills there, buddy.”
Leia furrowed her brows ever so slightly in concern how this person, well technically he was a ghost… but he was still a person in her eyes.
She couldn’t help but notice how they seemed sad, though she couldn’t really blame them as they have passed on. Perhaps he was even a bit surprised too? She might be one of the first to actually take a moment to speak with them.
Were they stuck here and couldn’t pass on from this world? If that was the case she wouldn’t know what to do in order to even help them. Didn’t mean she’d not try and help best she could.
“I’m glad you aren’t in pain…” Now thinking about it maybe that was a silly question to ask the other, or maybe she heard too many scary stories about ghosts being in pain.
“No… I-I’m sorry I’ve never spoken to a ghost before.” She gave the other a small smile hoping she wasn’t being rude towards him. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”
“I’m Amplifying Trace. What’s your name?”
Amplifying Trace. A hero name. So your guess had been right after all. She seemed rather young, though, not much older than you. A highschooler, maybe.
It didn’t matter, even a pro wouldn’t be able to save you now. There wasn’t exactly anything left to save. You were dead and buried and forgotten. Still tethered to this world, somehow.
Maybe a punishment for your cowardice.
“Iwata Akihiko,” You answer honestly and easily, no real reason to hide your identity. Besides, if she searches this area your name will likely come up anyway. It’s not everyday a middleschooler is found in pieces on the street, after all.
You allow your feet to lift off the ground, floating around her to get a better look; an evaluation. She feels concerned, you can feel it coming off in waves. What a strange thing to feel for someone beyond harm.
“There’s nothing you can do for me, Amplifying Trace,” the answer is simple, matter of fact, but still edged with bitterness. “My fate’s already been decided, it’s all over.”
“Is it that hard to give a warning?” He rolls his eyes, continuing to cook with his back to the ghost.
“Jeeze, when they said the last tenant died, I didn’t think they meant you were still hanging around. But, company’s company, right?” He glances back at Akihito.
“Do you need any kind of sustenance? I know people offer spirits food for spiritual nourishment. I’d hate to be a bad housemate.”
“I can’t exactly wear a bell” you retort, putting a hand through your own semi-transparent throat for emphasis. “And a disembodied voice would be just as startling, wouldn’t it?”
Really, no, it isn’t that hard to give a warning. But you have so little to enjoy in your afterlife; if seeing the blonde jump any time you suddenly became visible brought you some amusement, well....that was your business wasn’t it?
You take a tomato from the cutting board, rolling it in your palm idly, eyes flicking back to your ‘housemate’ every so often as he cooked. He strikes you as lonely, living here by himself at such a young age. Or, practically by himself, anyway.
Lonely enough to talk to a ghost. Not that you were complaining.
“No, I don’t exactly have the ‘equipment,“ and if you did, you wouldn’t eat anyway; maybe starving to death in the afterlife was the key to crossing over. Ha, as if it would be that easy. “ ‘ppreciate the offer.”
You pause for a moment, setting the tomato back down. “You seem to know an awful lot about spirits,”
"Just...who are you...?" //not one of the memes but thought it was appropriate
Unprompted Asks // Always Accepting
@herosname
Wow, this kid really looks like you. Like, could be brothers looks like you. To the point where you can’t help but wonder if there is some sort of blood relation. It’s not like you know much of your dad’s dating life after your mom died.
Or, it could be some sort of coincidence.
Either way, it must be a lot stranger for him than it is for you. You’re just seeing someone who kind of looks like you; he’s seeing a ghost.
“No one of importance,” You answer honestly. Because you were pretty irrelevant even when you were alive, and you certainly don’t matter much now.
❛❛ Please stop appearing out of nowhere all the time. I’m glad I can see you, but you’re tripping me out. ❜❜
Being Haunted By Benevolent Spirits/Ghosts {Sentence Starters} // Accepting
@aemulo
You don’t really appear out of no where, so much as exist consistently in the liminal space between worlds; only appearing intermittently. But that’s not really the point, and you know that.
That doesn’t mean it doesn’t take an immense amount of self control not to point that out, though.
“So sorry my lack of corporeal form is inconvenient for you,” You reply wryly. What can you say? Being stabbed to death really has done wonders for your sense of dark humor.
What a strange girl; to come face to face with a real live (or, not alive, really) spirit and have this be the first question she asks. Surely, there are more pressing questions. Or, screaming and running would be an appropriate reaction, too.
With mismatched eyes and a jumpsuit coordinated to the colors, she strikes you as the hero of some story. The protagonist. You suppose that makes you a background character, filler.
But you don’t get much conversation these days, especially not with someone who isn’t terrified by your mere existence (as if it doesn’t terrify you too, as if you’re not afraid you won’t be able to cross over) so you see no reason to try and chase her off.
“...no. I can’t really feel anything, like this” I’m a ghost, not a zombie, you want to add; but resist the urge.
“Is that really what you want to know, in this situation...?”
Being Haunted By Benevolent Spirits/Ghosts {Sentence Starters}
❛❛ I thought you were dead… I don’t understand. How are you here? ❜❜
❛❛ So you’ve been watching out for me all this time? ❜❜
❛❛ Shh, stop, don’t be scared. I don’t want to hurt you, I promise. ❜❜
❛❛ Not all of us are evil and murderous. Most of us are just… sad. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m sorry I left you so soon. I’m so sorry. ❜❜
❛❛ I’ve missed you so much… ❜❜
❛❛ I just… I should have been there, I should have been there to stop you from dying, and I wasn’t, and you… you didn’t deserve to die. I’m so sorry. ❜❜
❛❛ So did you… were you watching your own funeral, when it happened? ❜❜
❛❛ Do you blame me for what happened…? ❜❜
❛❛ Are you angry with me…? ❜❜
❛❛ I always thought I would go first… ❜❜
❛❛ What–no, no, you’re dead, I was at your funeral, you can’t–this is impossible, I’m hallucinating, I have to be! ❜❜
❛❛ I can’t really be seeing you. I’ve got to be dreaming… I hope I never wake up. ❜❜
❛❛ I wish it could have gone differently. I wish it had been me. ❜❜
❛❛ It takes… energy, I guess, to let ourselves be seen or felt. If I fade out, I’m not gone, I just… ran out of energy. I’ll be back, I promise. ❜❜
❛❛ I don’t suppose as a ghost that you can see into the future and tell me if life will ever be the same again, huh? ❜❜
❛❛ I wish I could have been there with you through… through everything. All the planning and the burial and stuff. ❜❜
❛❛ If I go to sleep, will you–will you be gone in the morning? ❜❜
❛❛ No, no one else can see me. Just you. ❜❜
❛❛ Death isn’t anything like the movies. The best way to describe it is just… lonely and cold. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m proud of you, you know. I mean, I always was but… you’ve been so strong handling everything lately. I’m just really proud of you. ❜❜
❛❛ Please stop appearing out of nowhere all the time. I’m glad I can see you, but you’re tripping me out. ❜❜
❛❛ So you’re why certain rooms have felt so cold lately. ❜❜
❛❛ Sorry. I know you don’t know me, but… my family lived here before you. I was trying to find them… I guess it didn’t work. ❜❜
❛❛ I don’t know how I died… I can’t remember. I think it was an accident though. ❜❜
❛❛ Don’t tell anyone about me. I don’t really want anyone but you knowing. ❜❜
❛❛ No, I can’t haunt anyone to scare them for you. I’m dead, not an asshole. ❜❜
❛❛ I honestly didn’t expect so many people to come to my funeral… ❜❜
❛❛ You can smile more. It’s okay. ❜❜
❛❛ Listen. I want you to be happy. I’m dead - you’re allowed to move on and find love and live your life. It’s okay. It really is okay. ❜❜
❛❛ Carpe diem. You never know what day will be your last. ❜❜
❛❛ No, Halloween isn’t any more ‘active’ than any other day of the year. It’s all a myth. ❜❜
❛❛ Life is too short to be anything but happy. Trust me, I know. ❜❜
❛❛ Please stop screaming! I’m not gonna hurt you! You aren’t even supposed to see me! ❜❜
❛❛ I loved you. I still love you. Nothing will change that. ❜❜
Hello and welcome to “Soda Called Me A Coward So I Had To” alternatively titled “HD Takes A Joke Too Far And Makes A Serious Blog For A Character With One Panel And No Name”
Akihiko Iwata, Class 2-B at Ryukyu Academy, status: deceased. Heavily headcanon based (obviously)
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Name: Akihiko Iwata (first, last)
Alias: N/A
Occupation: Civilian, student
Age: 15 in v1, 17 in v2
Gender: Male
Height: 5′5″ in v1, 5′8″ in v2
Appearance: Lanky, non athletic build. Large eyes, gold in color. Unruly/curly hair, black in color. No distinguishing marks, tattoos, or scars. Tends to dress rather casually and for comfort outside of school hours. Bares a striking resemblance to Izuku Midoriya, despite having no relation. In v1 he has a suitably lifeless appearance, with much paler skin and dark circles under his eyes and matted hair.
Quirk: Empathy. It allows him to read people’s emotions as easily as other people can sense things they touch, hear, see, smell, and taste. There’s no really turning his quirk off, but he can only tell which emotion is coming from who if he concentrates, and mostly he tunes the information out. Range depends on the strength of the emotion, the more intense a feeling the further away Akihiko can be and still detect it. Because of his quirk, Akihiko tends to get along with most people because he can sense their mood and work from there.
Personality: Quiet and mild mannered. Mostly keeps to himself with only a few close friends. Tends to keep his thoughts to himself. Kind and soft hearted, but still quite self centered, at least in v1. In v2 he learns to start prioritizing others more. Emotionally intelligent and good at reading people. Nervous and easily frightened.
Stats:
power - ☆
speed -☆
technique - ☆☆
Intelligence - ☆☆☆
cooperation - ☆☆☆
History:
Akihiko had what can be described as an exceedingly average childhood. He was raised alone by his father, his mother passing away when he was too young to remember her. His family isn’t terribly well off, but they aren’t in poverty either.
He has always admired heroes the same way most people do, but never had any real interest in being one. He was more than content to just get by and enjoy his childhood by playing with friends. He studied enough to get decent grades in school and spent most of his time outside of school just hanging out.
Akihiko went to the same middle school as Himiko Toga and, because of his quirk was able to sense her emotional turmoil.
In v1, this causes him to try and intervene; which ends in him getting in a fight with some other boys. Toga witnesses this and becomes convinced that she is in love with Akihiko, despite never really having spoken to him before.
Akihiko is made nervous by this, not feeling the same way and not wanting to hurt her but also afraid of the intensity of her emotions. He is afraid of how she may react if rejected so tries to push her away without outright rejecting her.
This ends up with him getting killed by Toga, along with another student in their class. After this, Akihiko haunts the area around where he died; looking for a way to cross over.
In v2, Akihiko ignores how Toga is being treated instead of intervening. Toga eventually snaps and kills one of her bullies, then disappears.
Feeling partly responsible for this tragedy, Akihiko decides to dedicate himself to becoming a counselor or social worker so he can prevent similar things from happening. He is still a coward, but more willing to stand up for others.
He’s currently in his second year of highschool during the events of the manga.
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You are a coward. This isn’t news. The fact is, most people are; even if they don’t want to admit it. Everyone likes to think that given the chance they would jump in and play the hero, help someone in need. But we’re all presented with a dozen such chances a day, and simply ignore them.
There are excuses. ‘it’s none of my business’. ‘they can handle it themselves’. ‘i’ll leave it to the police’. ‘someone else will step in’. But what it really is is fear. Fear of what will happen if you do take a stand. Fear of the consequences.
In a fantasy, in a daydream, in a children’s playground game, there are no such consequences. You play the hero, you save the day. Win the respect and admiration of the hapless person in distress. But real life isn’t that simple, and knowing this; lacking that fundamental blind, naive, optimism, freezes you in place. Keeps you from acting.
Her name is Toga Himiko. She has been in your homeroom for three years, but you have hardly spoken to her. Not on purpose, you aren’t avoiding her, necessarily.
But Toga is isolated, she has lunch by herself. People talk as if she isn’t in the room. It hadn’t always been this way. You don’t remember when it started. You try not to pay attention. You pretend not to hear the rumors. You pretend you can’t feel how much it hurts her.
The depth of her sadness scares you, and you are a coward; Iwata Akihiko.
You think more than once about saying something. To them, for tormenting her. Or, to her; a form of encouragement. But you’re afraid to. Afraid that you’ll end up ostracized as well. Afraid they’ll torment you instead. Afraid you’ll drown in that girl’s sorrow.
So you use the excuses. It’s not your business, really, it’s not as if you’re the one doing it. Saying those things, cornering her after class. You’re not a teacher or a policeman or a hero, so it’s not your place to do anything. You would just make things worse. It wouldn’t help anything.
You keep your head down. And she disappears.
Kazuki Mitsuhashi is found sliced up in the girl’s bathroom. She certainly wasn’t the only one to bully Toga Himiko; but she was most definitively the ringleader. It doesn’t take much to piece it together.
And suddenly there’s a whole new rumor, only Toga isn’t around here to hear it. And you, coward that you are, can’t help but feel regret. Because you had felt everything, had known on a level no one else could have how backed into a corner your classmate had been.
But you ignored it. And now a girl was dead, another missing.
Surely, things would have been different if you had simply done something. And that thought haunts you.
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Verse Details;
(note: this can all vary with plotting)
Basically, Akihiko does not try to stand up for Toga, never gets into a fight, and therefore never becomes a target of her affections
After Kazuki’s death and Toga’s disappearance; Akihiko blames himself
Primarily because his quirk provided him with the context of how desperate Toga had been but he still didn’t act
Because of this, Akihiko switches tracks starting in highschool
He’s still not involved with heroics, but does want to become a social worker or possibly a counselor who can help kids like Toga before they reach their boiling point
He enrolls in a regular high school aimed at college prep, and starts studying harder so that he can pursue said career path
He is a second year in high school during the events of the manga
Also spends a lot of his free time helping Toga’s family look for her, until it becomes known she is part of the LoV
Even with this revelation, Akihiko is still dedicated to his new goal of reaching out to those who have been cast out by society
Overall he can be described as more dedicated and diligent than he was in middle school
Even though he’s still not the bravest person he will stick up for anyone who is being picked on.
You are no hero. And you know this, it doesn’t really bother you. You just never were suited for such things, your quirk is useless in a fight and you aren’t particularly clever or strong. Really, most of the time you can be described as a coward.
That’s fine. You keep your head down, mind your own business. Study enough to keep your grades afloat and spend your afternoon hanging out with friends or playing video games. Content to spend your middle school years ‘wasting time’.
You pay attention to your classmates’ emotions to keep in their good graces. Avoid those in a bad mood, appeal to those with friendlier natures.
There’s a girl in your homeroom. Toga Himiko. And what makes her stand out to you is the depth at which she feels. She doesn’t just feel happy, she feels overjoyed. She doesn’t feel hurt, she’s in agony.
More often than not, it’s the latter.
There are rumors about Toga. Not that you care much for rumors. But it’s hard not to overhear. They say she’s been going on dates for money. They say that she will do anything for cash. You don’t know if it’s true, and you don’t particularly care. Because you can feel her pain.
It’s a sorrow, bone deep, like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You can feel her shattering with each word. Each withering look. And, eventually, it becomes impossible for you to keep your head down.
No, you’re no hero, Iwata Akihiko, so just how is it that you ended up in this situation?
You hadn’t been looking for a fight, certainly, you had just wanted to talk. Foolishly, you had thought if you conveyed how much your classmate was suffering they would have a change of heart.
Instead, they had laughed. “What, are you in love with the whore or something?” one had mocked. “You should be careful, you don’t know where that girlfriend of yours has been” another jeered.
And it wasn’t like that, truly, but it still made your blood boil. How little they cared. How much you could feel them not caring. Their emotions; amusement, irritation, disgust, hatred even--but not remorse, not regret. Not one ounce of empathy for the girl they were slowly destroying.
A lack of control isn’t something you experience often. Certainly not on the behalf of someone you’ve only spoken to directly once or twice. And yet you did. Before you knew it an ill formed punch was landing across the jaw of one of the boys.
“Toga wouldn’t do that!” You defend, without really knowing if that’s true. It doesn’t matter, either way she doesn’t deserve to be treated this way.
You lose the fight, unsurprisingly. You’re inexperienced and nonathletic. You go home that night with your pride bruised as much as your skin, feeling frustrated at your own inability to affect anything. To change anything.
How could you have known; that you were being watched?
Akihiko is in the same class as Toga in middle school
Toga is bullied due to rumors that she is going on paid dates
Akihiko can sense her distress and attempts to convince his classmates to stop
This ends in a fight that Toga ends up witnessing, causing her to develop a crush
Akihiko doesn’t feel the same way, but is reluctant to outright reject her; not wanting to hurt her feelings
Shit goes down, and Akihito ends up being Toga’s first victim; along with a girl in their class who was the source of most of the bullying Toga endured
Due to his violent end; Akihito’s spirit is tied to the area around where he died
Similar as to his quirk in life, he is attracted to emotions. The stronger the emotion, the further he can be pulled from his normal haunting ground
Despite the way he died, he is a mostly neutral spirit; just wanting to move on rather than seek vengeance of any sort
He blames his own cowardice more than Toga, honestly
If you try to harm someone or even think about doing it within his Area get ready for a ghostly ass beating
Kind of bitter about the whole being dead thing. A lot more of an Ass than he was when he was alive. But can you blame him?
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