* 𝙋𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍

𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽.

[lemilrion]

#LEMILRION. PRIVATE  MIRIO TOGATA/LEMILLION OF B.NHA.  HEAVILY AFFILIATED WITH MANIFEASTS. FRIENDS ONLY. LITERALLY DO NOT FOLLOW ME FIRST IF WE ARE NOT MUTUALS ELSEHWERE. ARC INFO BELOW.

BLOG ROLL: @livingmight . @shgraki . @quirkcaught .

# MAIN ARC.

mirio is quirkless, but there is a chance for eri to give his quirk back to him. he's working with her and aizawa to make sure its not a traumatic experience for them.

# OFA ARC.

planned with the peanut gallery. in a world where deku remains quirkless, and mirio is given one-for-all.

# HC.

mirio is cis but an ally. gay.

[manifeasts]

THAT FAMILIAR SWELL OF EMOTIONS, spiraling like water shooting down a drain, swirling his mind until it turns into a slurry of worry, and trepidation, and fear; sweat lining his palms and flecking along his forehead, his heartbeat quickening in his chest so much so that he can feel his jugular pulse with each heartbeat; his throat closing, making words difficult to eject from his body, if it wasn't already impossible with the way his mind races every which way. there's something sinister pulling his strings, obsidian and shapeless, taking roost over his shoulders and whispering in his ear, rearing his head from reassurances and comfort. it's all so overwhelming that he can't possibly bear it, that he would rather curl up and bury himself in that sinister feeling, learn to get used to it rather than fighting it, accept that this is life — his life — often unfair, but inevitable nonetheless.

but that voice breaks through his dark. a strong hand holds his own cowarding, clammy hand, and tamaki instinctively tightens his grip around it, grip it so hard that he has the leverage to push underfoot and emerge from that entropic, dark place, and they're present again, they can breathe again, feeling the touch of mirio's lips against his skin, that warm breath gusting with life. he believes in them. no, it extends past belief: he knows that they can do it — will do it. it feels that assurance radiating from him, lapping along his body like the warm rays of the sun. it can't disappoint him, it thinks. not when he's counting on it like this. for the first time in what seems to be eons, tamaki takes a deep breath. " okay. " it steps closer, not wanting to break from that warmth. " you and nejire... yeah. i'll try to do it. " a pause breaks his trail of thought. no trying. no what ifs. they correct themself, breathing, " i can do it. "

[lemilrion]

“     YOU  CAN.     i  know  you  can.   “   voice  hums  lowly,   leaving  his  lips  pressed  against  its  head.  and  when  tamaki  steps  closer,  so  does  he.   no  matter  what  steps  they  may  take,   they  are  never  alone  in  it.   there  will  always  be  someone  to  meet  it  in  the  middle,   without  fail.   in  his  darkest  hours,   there  will  always  be  a  sliver  of  light  to  guide  him  back  out.   strong  arms  coil  around  it,  providing  safety  and  sanctuary  from  the  outside  world,   even  if  just  for  a  few  moments.     "   you're  the  strongest  person  i  know.   "  tenderly  come  the  outpourings  of  little  truths  mirio  believes  about  him.   affirmations  that  perhaps  one  day,   it  might  even  be  able  to  begin  believing  itself. 

“   it's  okay  to  be  nervous,   but  i'll  be  with  you  the  whole  time.   ”     another  kiss,  this  time  to  the  temple.   he  cares  not  that  they're  lingering  just  outside  school  grounds,  nor  the  idea  that  nejire  may  be  waiting  on  them  in  gym  gamma.   “   and  hey,  i've  already  planned  to  do  most  of  the  talking,  anyways!  besides,  they're  just  first  years  and  problem  children.   you  remember  how  cool  we  thought  our  third  years  were  back  in  the  day?   ”

[erazur]

HE KNOWS THAT ANGUISH WELL. phantoms of the past still lurking in the mind as if it were a haunted house, reopening wounds that one may have anticipated to stay closed, and it hurts just as much as the day it was first inflicted. mirio holds himself with a commendable resolve, but shōta would be a fool to not see past the façade. the boy carries himself with a sobriety only understood by the tormented; it is an aging far beyond mirio's years; an exhaustion that sleep can't possibly shake. and so the hand which stays upon him is an extension of that empathy, a knowingness from his own hauntings, his own phantoms. if this conversation offers mirio anything, let it be the understanding that he is not alone. he's never alone.

" listen to me, mirio. " a sigh escapes his lips, sharing in the student's exhaustion. his hand withdraws, shifting to nest within his pockets. " eri counts on you more than you realize. you've done nothing but provided her a sanctuary that she previously never experienced. " his voice, low and rumbling, has its edges softened as he speaks to him. he stands just beside him, facing the opposite direction, though maintaining his eye contact. " there's nothing selfish about wanting a part of you back. nothing selfish about needing the help. i just want you to know that it wasn't your quirk that saved eri, back then. it was you. "

[lemilrion]

ITS  REMARKABLE,     HOW  MUCH  OLDER  HE'S  FELT  IN  THE  LAST  FEW  MONTHS.   losing  his  quirk,   he  assumed,   would  bring  about  a  new  pair  of  eyes  with  which  to  see  the  world.   a  restart  on  an  old  game.   a  fresh  start  as  something  new.   and  yet,   he's  never  felt  older.   after  seeing  the  things  he  has  —  experiencing  the  things  he  has,   the  halls  of  ua  couldn't  help  but  feel  so  sacred  to  him.  as  almost  as  if  he  didn't  quite  fit  here  anymore.   it's  silly  and  doesn't  make  sense,  of  course.  he  knows  his  place  beside  nejire  and  tamaki.   he  knows  he  still  belongs  in  the  big  three.   but  knowing  something  and  believing  something  are  two  vastly  different  things  to  conquer.   and  he's  tired.   tired  in  a  way  he  hasn't  been  able  to  shake  since  his  return  from  the  hospital.  he'd  hoped  it  would  fade  with  time,   but  now  he's  learned  to  master  concealing  it  behind  his  smile. 

“   i  know  she  does.   ”   gently  said.   a  huff  of  air  escapes  his  lips.   arms  fold  loosely  across  a  broad  chest.  he  does  well  to  keep  himself  together.  but  there  are  moments  where  he  can  truly  be  seen;   behind  closed  doors,  with  hushed  voices.   and  certainly  never  around  any  of  his  classmates.   they  need  him  to  be  strong  just  as  much  as  he  needs  them  to  be  strong.  soft  eyes  turn  towards  the  window,   soaking  in  the  beginnings  of  the  night.   maybe  that's  what  he's  in  now.  not  quite  dawn,   but  dusk.   it's  the  light  of  others  he  can  allow  himself  to  reflect  now.     “   everyone  tells  me  that…  and  i  know  a  hero  isn't  just  composed  of  his  quirk.  it  comes  from  the  heart…  but  —  i  guess  i  just  don't  feel  quite  like  myself  without  it.     ”  

[iceply]

THE DERIDER'S LIP PULLS BACK. they can't help but to scoff at mirio's words, upbeat as they are; therein lies someone, they think, that's barely taking them seriously. it's been the same since he was initially on probation; it's like she's a basket case that they all have to coddle to quell their egos. " hand-to-hand combat? seems completely unnecessary. in what situation would i be without my meta ability, outside of death? " it retorts, only somewhat sarcastic. training outside of their quirk isn't something he's particularly accustomed to, outside of the basics. his ability, redestro said, was powerful enough without. " it's more logical to condition what i already have, right? "

[lemilrion]

“     NOT  NECESSARILY!   ”     cape  swooshes  behind  him,  and  it  feels  good  to  be  wearing  it  again.  it's  felt  good,   he's  realized,   to  have  his  quirk  back  —  but  not  that  alone,  but  to  be  acting  as  a  hero  again.   to  be  able  to  help  and  save,   not  excluding  the  person  before  them.  despite  having  been  rescued  from  re-destro's  very  clutches,   he  knows  the  real  resucing  is  just  beginning.  the  hardest  part  of  being  saved  is  what  comes  after  the  battle.   (   eri  taught  him  that  well.   that,   and  it  was  a  brutal  truth  he  learned  for  himself.   )      “     there  are  plenty  of  scenarios  in  which  your  quirk  can  be  nullified  or  rendered  useless.   having  hand-to-hand  training  will  give  you  an  upper  hand  in  any  battle  you  face.   now,   go  on!   try  to  hit  me.   i  want  to  see  how  you  throw  a  punch.    ”

[shiraiza]

“A Meeting with the Sun” - Art from My Hero Ultra Impact

[roadawn]

walking beside him is a confidence he's all too familiar with, confidence that he might have found a bit hard to keep up with were he anyone else. but he's far from anyone else, especially when he'd known someone just like mirio since childhood. two peas in a pod, to say the least -- the kind of familiar warmth that made you feel like anything was possible. "sounds good to me -- you free after school today?"

[lemilrion]

“   TOTALLY.    ”     there's  been  an  uptick  of  time  mirio  has  availiable.   sir's  death.   the  loss  of  his  quirk.   his  brief  ‘time  off’  from  school  to  recover  –  to  help  eri  settle  in.   despite  so  much  good,   he  tries  not  to  think  on  it  too  hard.   his  grin  is  bright,  posture  straight,   eyes  looking  forward  and  hopeful  above  all.     “   i  need  to  get  back  in  the  groove  of  fighting  without  my  quirk,   anyways.   but  don't  go  easy  on  me!   you  need  this  practice  just  as  much  as  i  do!   ”

[thisanger]

sand sticks to his hair and makes his scalp itch, but there is no attempt at sitting up. his eyes are focused on the bright blue sky above, and he is only vaguely listening to mirio speak. there is a feeling of emptiness in his chest that he can't quite fill, where he feels like the power he was given should remain. one hand lifts and rests against his sternum, as if pressing against it will ease the void he feels. after a lifetime, he forces himself to sit up. he shakes the sand from his hair and looks to mirio. ❝ i guess that i got used to being a hero with a quirk. ❞ logically, izuku knows he was a hero before that, and he is still one after it. but it feels too much like failure, like he's back to where he was before he first stepped onto this beach with all might. ❝ i don't. . . i don't care about being quirkless. that's how i was born, you know? i care about what's going to happen later. or. . . the future, i guess. ❞

[lemilrion]

and  while  izuku  focuses  on  the  sky,  mirio's  gaze  turns  to  the  ocean.  before  them,  a  seemingly-endless  body  of  waves  and  depths  known  not  even  to  their  civilization  yet.  imagination  races  with  possibilities;  of  creatures  and  life  down  below,  just  waiting  to  be  discovered.  he  attempts  to  relay  the  same  thought  process  to  the  position  they  find  themselves  in  now.  endless,  but  waiting  to  be  grasped  should  they  only  reach  out.   (  easier  said  than  done,  he  knows.   )     “  i  understand  that.  i  did,  too.   i  thought  there  was  no  lemillion  without  my  quirk,  though  i  guess  i  was  raised  that  way.  ”   the  elder  lays  back  on  his  elbows,  breathing  in  the  salty  breeze  as  he  does.    “   i  know  what  you  mean.   i  care  about  that  too.   we  have  options,  you  know.   like,  support  hero  type  stuff  with  gadgets  and  all  that.  …  but  i  know  it  can  be  hard  to  jump  back  into  something  after  you  feel  like  you've  already  lost  a  big  part  of  yourself.   ”

[erazur]

BALANCED AGAINST THE WALL, arms folded loosely over his chest — slightly-knit brows relax at the sight of eri snug against mirio's neck, slumbering with such an ease that it's hard to believe that she's the same girl he met, those months ago. these moments of respite that mirio offers her feel sacred to observe, as if he has the indulgence of listening to whispers just above their level of hearing; the violence that beget them both, pockets of misery silently shared between spirits, so much so that they break through its hide and find comfort. it's good, that he's spending so much time with her. it's good to know intimately what one fights for.

" you wear her out, " he says, letting gravity take his head with a slight lull back, pressed upon the wall he leans against. the inquiry ushers a quiet breath to be taken through his nostrils, expelled disquietly through slightly-pressed lips. " i can't promise anything, " aizawa starts, moving from his perch to approach mirio, placing a hand upon his shoulder, " but you see the progress she's been making with her quirk. " eyes shift towards the winding corridors around him, ultimately finding their way back to the young pupil. " it's plausible. and she's proving each day. "

[lemilrion]

"   GOOD  THING.   "   it's  quickly  concluded,  as  hands  are  washed  in  the  sink.  she  deserves  to  play  hard  —  to  then  sleep  hard,  undisturbed  by  the  nightmares  of  her  past;  nightmares,  though  they  may  not  haunt  eri  any  longer,  creep  into  his  sleep.   a  beak-shaped  maw  swallowing  him  whole,  shaking  him  from  sleep  and  only  the  image  of  his  counterpart  can  lull  him  back  to  sleep.  he'll  take  them,  he  decided  eventually.  he'll  take  the  nightmares  from  her  and  be  her  hero,   even  in  slumber.   it  seemed  like  the  only  thing  he  could  do,  anymore. 

"   I  KNOW,   and  i  don't  want  you  or  her  feel  like  you  have  to  promise  anything.    "    mirio  glances  towards  the  hand  on  his  shoulder,  then  towards  the  teacher.  he  sees  what  she  sees  in  him.   despite  the  appearance  that  clings  to  his  shoulders  like  a  road-worn  cloak,  he  sees  protection;  he  sees  a  safe  place  to  hide  —   to  be  something  genuine  without  judgement.    "  i  do  see  her  progress,   and  i'm  so  proud  of  her.   "    he  bites  down  on  his  lip,  displaying  a  rare  sign  of  anxiety.    "  it  feels  selfish  to  want  my  quirk  back,   especially  when  it's  caused  her  so  much  harm  in  the  past.   "

[manifeasts]

ITS TEETH DIG INTO ITS LIP, gnawing anxiously upon puckered flesh in subconscious desire to soothe himself. it's trying not to feel as intimidated as it is, really, but the mere idea of standing up in front of an ever-observant class is as daunting as it gets, and that's not even accounting for the presentation itself. they feel exposed, seen in ways too intimately than desired, like a prey-animal without the cover of tall grass. hunted. always hunted. their downcast gaze only snaps to attention at mirio's interjection, firm enough for them to gain their footing amid the spiral, slippery as those slopes can be. the traction is enough for them to notice the rabbit-quick beating of their heart, the pounding of blood coursing along his temples, agitated enough that they beat like drums in his head. " maybe... " they trail off, loosening the grip on their hands which, they just noticed, had gotten firm enough to feel the bone beneath. they exhale, all taut muscle and tight-breathed. " it's just an eight minute presentation. and i've timed myself when i practiced, but — that was when i was all alone, and no one was watching me. what if i get tripped up? or too nervous that i forget what i'm saying? "

[lemilrion]

"  TAMAKI.   "      his  smile  falters  just  slightly  —   to  show  his  sincerity.  tamaki  knows  his  tactics  to  encourage  well,  and  he  knows  getting  through  to  it  might  require  some  extra  special,  secret  abilities;   the  ones  reserved  for  him  alone,   that  he  dare  not  share  with  others.   soft  eyes  notice  the  tight  grip  on  their  hands,  so  he  reaches,   aiming  to  cut  through  clouds  and  darkness.   stong  hands  unravel  the  tight  fists  tamaki  has  his  in,  and  replace  that  violence  with  benevolence  —  with  warmth  and  assurance.   "   i  know  it's  scary.   "    thumb  brushes  over  the  back  of  its  hand.   he  is  here,   and  his  grip  on  the  other  will  be  as  tight  as  it  needs,  for  as  long  as  it  needs,  on  whatever  slippery  slope  he  finds  himself  on.   and  if  needed,   he'll  ride  down the  slopes  with  them,   if  nothing  else  but  to  keep  tamaki  from  being  alone -- and perhaps, to offer a safe place to land.    "   if  you  get  tripped  up,   look  at  your  cue  cards!   and  if  you  get  nervous,   take  a  breath  and  start  again   ...   which  i  know  is  easier  said  than  done.   look  at  me  or  nejire  if  you  need  extra  encouragement.  "    a  kiss  is  tenderly  placed  to  its  forehead.    "   eight  minutes  may  seem  like  a  long  time,  but   once  you  get  up  there,  it's  going  to  go  by  faster  than  you  realize.   "

[ffxvcaps]

BNHA S06E12 → Lemillion

[iceply]

" I'M NOT A CHILD; i know what i'm doing. " and yet he finds himself under the wing of someone younger than he. she's trying to guise the tension lifting its shoulders and locking its jaw, but between unlearning the way of life she built herself upon and being so close to this excruciatingly naïve neophyte, geten is doing his damndest not to lose what little patience she has left. its arms fold loosely over its chest. " i don't know why they sent me here to begin with. they must think i'm stupid. " / @lemilrion.

[lemilrion]

"   I  DON'T  DOUBT  YOUR  POWER.   i  read  your  file.   cool  stuff!    "     despite  the  attitude  he's  met  with,  mirio's  smile  remains  confident  and  bright.   he  peers  at  her  from  behind  a  yellow  visor.    "   they  want  to  see  how  strong  you  are  without  your  quirk,   so  hand-to-hand  stuff.   "    that,   and  who  better  to  let  loose  with  than  someone  who  can't  actually  get  hit?    —   seems  needed,   given  geten's  current  temperament.      "   think  of  this  as  a  training  exercise.   "

[lemilrion]

"    IT'S  NOTHING  TO  BE  SCARED  OF.   "      palms  fall  flat  on  the  beach,   soaking  in  the  much-needed  break  away  from  the  city  and  the  school  and  hero  training  —   or  a  lack  thereof  for  the  two  of  them.   eyes  open  to  behold  the  waves.    "    well,   let  me  rephrase.    it's  okay  to  be  scared,    but  it's  more  fear  of  the  unknown  than  powerlessness,  right?    "    mirio  looks  towards  the  younger  classmate,   smile  sure  and  true.    "   having  a  quirk  wasn't  what  made  you  and  me  heroes.      we  did  that  on  our  own.   " / @thisanger > izuku.

[story-kat]

Art by  Trevoshere

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[lemilrion]

"  YOU'VE  GOT  NOTHING  TO  WORRY  ABOUT!   "    mirio  strides  beside  the  younger,   arms  out  with  enthusiasm.   and  for  all  of  his  brightness,  there's  sincerity  in  his  tone.    (   as  if  he  believes,   for  that  moment,   that  no  one  is  more  capable  than  riku.    )      "   if  you  wanna  get  some  extra  practice  in  before  the  exam,   i'd  be  happy  to  do  some  training  with  you.    " / @roadawn

[eggsdrawings]

the big three!

[manifeasts]

THEY WRING THEIR HAND anxiously, stroking the back of their palm in slow, fickle movements, in the vain hope that doing so would dull their sharp edges and calm the nerves bursting from the pit of its stomach. mirio always has a faith in him that he could never bottle and take as his own, as much as he wishes he could; the prospect of standing in front of so many curious, judging faces — eyes boring into the front of his skull — having to remember what to say and how to say it, not too loud or soft, and to look pleasant rather than focused, and this, and that... it's too much. too much. " 'one public speech' — that's easy for you to say, " he dribbles, dipping his head downward to avert his gaze from mirio's smile, lest he crumble even more from the weight of his confidence. " you're great at talking to others. " his expression sours into increasing pessimism. " how can i focus when i have so many eyes looking at me? maybe if they all turn their heads away... "

[lemilrion]

"  HMMMM.   "    he  knows  this  downward  spiral  of  theirs.   though  the  thoughts  aren't  his  own,  they're  almost  loud  enough  to  be  interpreted  as  such.   he  knows  the  rapid  racing  of  tamaki's  mind  —   and  how  even  the  loudest  voice  might  not  cut  through  the  doubt.   (    if  only  it  could  see  what  he  does:    the  light  that  eats  the  sun,   his  motivation,   his  biggest  hero.    )    but  that  belief  is  harder  to  express  than  it  seems.    "    hey.   "      his  voice  rings  through,   stern  but  caring   —   if  only  to  be  a  hand  extending  to  tamaki  in  the  depths  of  his  mind;    a  single  light  in  the  darkness.      "   don't  look  at  the  others.   i'll  be  in  the  crowd.    why  don't  you  look  at  me?    i'll  be  looking  at  you,   sure,   but  i  do  that  all  the  time!   i'll  be  there  for  you.    and  look,    i  can  sit  in  the  middle  of  the  crowd  so  it  looks  like  you're  talking  to  everyone!    "

[lemilrion]

HE  COMES  IN  QUIETLY.   the  child  draped  over  his  shoulder  sleeps  soundly,   and  he  doesn't  mind  the  sticky  candy  apple  stuck  to  his  shirt.   it's  strange  —  the  feeling  of  fulfillment  holding  her  offers;   a  feeling  his  cape  never  could  provide  alone.   mirio  carefully  tucks  her  into  bed  before  shutting  the  door  and,  at  last,  addresses  the  sticky  situation  of  his  shirt. 

"   she  only  fell  asleep  five  or  so  minutes  before  we  left.   "   the  apple  is  peeled  off  by  the  stick  and  discarded  into  the  trash.   then  soft,   bright  and  hopeful  eyes  land  upon  the  teacher.   "  hey,   can  i  ask  you  something?   —  do  you  really  think  she  could  restore  my  quirk?   " / @erazur