I think if you come away from MHA and your attitude about Shigaraki is anything like âI donât like what he did but ___â you have kind of failed to see what was really going on with him. Iâm willing to argue that Shigaraki did almost nothing of his own free will in the entire series.
âBut he killed his family-â after being targeted through no fault of his own and given a quirk which was both not compatible with his body and designed to be too destructive for him to control. And even if he said he wanted to kill his dad, he is saying that years after the actual incident, reflecting back on a moment when he was a young child having a complete mental breakdown after seeing his own family die in front of him and , mind you, he also said he at first thought it was a villain who was doing it, not him â it was not until he realized he was doing it that he said he thought he wanted to kill his dad. He could have and probably was influenced by AFO to think this as well. More likely Iâd say that while having this complete mental breakdown he was just lashing out at his dad, someone who had literally physically abused him not even an hour before. I donât really think he wanted to kill him as much as he wanted to feel like he was taking control of the situation.
And if youâre going to bring up anything beyond that Iâll just say that pretty much everything bad he did was something he was either directly told to do by AFO or something he was basically groomed to think was what he wanted to do. Even things he said were things he was just parroting from AFO, the guy who picked him up off the street and groomed him for pretty much his whole life. I think you can really tell that itâs not his own thinking here when you see the other stuff he says. When he talks about wanting his friends to bring whatever they like into the new world heâs creating, when he explains things through video game analogies, etc, those are his own uninfluenced thoughts. Itâs maybe a little childish (reasonably so in his case) but he really just wants to play games and have his friends be happy. Like, I highly doubt that he really wants to do something like destroy the entire planet. He is, again just lashing out at something that has hurt him â society â whilst being in a situation where he is under duress and unable to access real support. Of fucking COURSE when AFO tells him the world has to be destroyed he doesnât question it. Not only is this man his groomer, heâs also saying something that sounds reasonable without any second thought, and Shigaraki is not going to give any second thought because of the emotional state heâs in.
Letâs not act like the guy whoâs spent his whole life being kidnapped, groomed, physically and emotionally abused (and maybe even sexually abused if you consider what AFO is capable of doing), isolated from any real community, is at fault for this shit. Also at points he was basically possessed so really itâs ALL on AFO.
TL;DR: Shigaraki didnât DO anything. Even if he physically did, he wasnât mentally in a place where he could make rational decisions.
Well, that wasn't true. You didn't have a good reason to be standing in front of the door of Tomura's fancy new office at the PLF headquarters. You had reasons, but they made you feel stupid.
You frowned as you looked at Tomura through the glass wall. He looked busy, doing whatever he does on the computer. Probably something importantâtoo important to be interrupted. You shouldn't have come here.
Turning on your heel, you walked down the hallway, freezing as he called your name, muffled through the glass. "I thought you were coming in?"
Fuck, he must have seen you. You should've been faster. Defeated, you spun around, opening the door to stick your head in. "What's up?"
He cocked his head, removing Father from his face. "Were you not coming to see me?"
Fuck, he looked really cute like thatâhair gently tousled, his tie loose around his neck. He'd been wearing more suits lately, and it'd be a lie to say you weren't at least a little feral about how good he looked in them.
"I was," you admitted. "I was just bored, and I missed you and wanted attention. But you look busy, and I don't want to bother you," you trailed off, feeling embarrassed.
He blinked, looking more confused than before. "Huh? Why'd you think you'd be bothering me? Is that why you're not coming in? Come here," he pat his thigh.
You should've known better than to think he wouldn't read you like a book. He was too observant. Or maybe you were just easy to read. You sighed, stepping into the office and shutting the door behind you.
Despite his obvious desire for for you to sit on his lap, you leaned on the desk instead. "Are you sure I should be sitting on you?" You asked, tryingâand failingâto ignore his pout. "You just got your cast taken off, I don't want to strain yourself."
"I'm fine," he grumbled, before tugging on your hands. Sometimes you were jealous of TomuraâHe didn't have the self-doubt or internal shame you had about asking for things. Maybe it wasn't a rational thing to be jealous of, because it definitely had come to bite him in the ass before. This time, though, it worked in his favorârolling your eyes, you tentatively sat in his lap as his hands wrapped around your waist.
"There we go," he smirked, looking all-too pleased with himself. Ever since he gained full control over decay, he'd been more touchy than normal. If you were in reach, he always had a hand on youâyour's in his as you walked, one on your thigh when you sat next to him. Not to mention how handsy he'd been when it was just the two of you. It was nice, although it made his absence feel worse.
"Why didn't you come in? Tell me," he asked, squeezing your sides.
You should've known better than to think Tomura would drop the subject. He was particularly stubborn about some things. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself. "Again, I thought you were busy."
He cocked his head. "I wouldn't have minded."
You hummed in disapproval. "Easy for you to say. Remember when you snapped at me for bothering you at the bar?"
"Oh," he frowned, looking equally embarrassed and mad at himself.
"Yeah," you reached down to playfully poke him in the chest. "And I want an apology."
"Sorry," he said immediately, "I was an idiot back then."
"It's okay," you laughed, "You're smarter now." You leaned in to kiss him, happy that you decided to come here after allâeven if it was to just get a little bit of attention.
Tomura's been Dabi's stunt double for almost a decade, and he's not easily impressed, but when he squares up with you for a fight scene, he finds himself caught off-guard in more ways than one. As the shoot progresses and sparks fly between the two of you, Tomura has to decide if you're worth the risk -- or if the best sparring partner he's ever had is all you'll ever be. (cross-posted to Ao3)
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Act 6
You slide into the seat next to Tomura at the production meeting, and your hand brushes against Tomuraâs, too deliberately to be an accident. Tomura capitalizes on it. He grabs your hand, lacing your fingers, and feels somehow less stressed and more tense when you squeeze his hand in response. He hasnât seen you since you left with Dabi. Part of him was worried youâd sit next to Dabi instead of him.
But youâre here. And Tomura has questions. âWhat did he want?â
âYouâll know soon,â you say. Youâve known Dabi for two weeks. How come you know whatever it is before Tomura does? You answer Tomuraâs question before he can even ask it. âHe said he wanted to talk to somebody who didnât have a stake in it. Thatâs why.â
Tomura definitely has a stake in Dabiâs career. What the hell is going on with Dabiâs career? Tomura glances around the hall and finds Dabi sitting next to Hawks. The two of them are talking, leaning over the empty seat between them. Thereâs an empty seat on Dabiâs other side too, between him and Himiko. Was there assigned seating or something? âHey,â you say, and Tomura looks at you. âWhat did you do this afternoon?â
âAizawa made me help run the rehearsals for the third fight scene. Heâs aiming way above their skill level. It sucks.â
âI get the sense that most of this movie is aiming above its skill level,â you say, and Tomura nods. âI think itâs kind of nice.â
âUntil it crashes and burns and none of us get paid,â Tomura says. You nod. âWhy do you think itâs nice?â
You lean over until your headâs on Tomuraâs shoulder. âIâve been in a lot of shows. Directors have a choice about how they handle the ones that have been done before â play it straight or try to reimagine it into something new. The ones where itâs a reimagining always feel more exciting. The stakes are higher. Taking a big risk means youâre passionate about something. Itâs more fun to be part of a show like that than the latest rerun of Hamlet or something.â
âI can see that,â Tomura says. He doesnât think heâs ever worked on a movie like that. Except maybe this one, depending on how crazy Midoriya went this afternoon. âI still want to get paid, though.â
âMe too. I can only live on instant noodles for so long before I start pining for vegetables.â You sound like you might be joking. Tomura doesnât know you well enough to tell, so he laughs. âWhat? Youâre not a vegetable person?â
âI eat it. I donât pine for it,â Tomura says. âI like strawberries.â
âReally?â You sit up to study Tomura. The look on your face makes Tomura wish heâd never opened his mouth. âI wouldnât have guessed that. Do you like strawberry flavor or just real ones?â
âWhy do you care? Itâs not that weird.â
âJust trying to decide what flavor of edible underwear to buy,â you say, deadpan, and this time, Tomura knows youâre joking. He laughs. âYou have a sense of humor. Thatâs a good sign.â
âA good sign for what?â Tomura asks, but youâve clammed up. You look really embarrassed. âHey ââ
âHi, everybody!â Midoriyaâs here. Iida and Mirio are chasing after him, Iida carrying a stack of three-ring binders and Mirio toting a whiteboard with a sheet over it. âThank you all for coming out here. I know things have been a little weird ââ
Midoriya doesnât look like a guy whose movie just got canceled. Tomura cautiously raises his hopes of getting paid. âBut Iâm really excited about the new direction weâre taking,â Midoriya continues. âIf everybody could take their assigned seats ââ
You squeeze Tomuraâs hand and let go. âI have to go. See you soon, okay?â
Right. Youâre an actor. You have an assigned seat. Tomura nods and watches you cross the room, sitting down in the seat between Dabi and Hawks. The seat between Dabi and Himiko stays empty, and Tomura drums his fingers against his arm, annoyed. Whoever this is, theyâre holding things up, and Tomura canât go back to sitting with you â or doing anything with you â until this stupid meeting is over.
Someone clears their throat, loudly. Tomura looks up. âWhat?â
âWeâre waiting on you,â Iida says. He points at the chair between Dabi and Hawks. âOver there.â
âWhy?â
âNow,â Iida says.
âIf I were you, Iâd haul ass,â Hawks says. âThe sooner you sit down, the sooner we can leave.â
What the fuck? Tomura thought he knew what foreboding was after the sneak attack this afternoon, but this feels even worse. He looks at Dabiâs expression, then yours. Neither of you know whatâs going on, or youâd have told him, and Iidaâs poker face is unreal. Tomura gets up and makes his way over to the seat between Hawks and Dabi, at which point Iida bangs a giant three-ring binder down on the table in front of him.
âWhat is this?â Tomura snaps.
âYour copy of the new script,â Iida says. âTry to keep up.â
Before Tomura can call him an asshole, Midoriya speaks up. âI was going to try to explain a little bit beforehand, but I think it might be easier if you experience it the way audiences will. So weâll be doing a table read, blind. Your scripts are personalized to make it easier â anything thatâs highlighted is yours to read. Weâll start with Scene 1.â
If this is a table read, how come Tomura needs his own script? He does stunts. He doesnât have any lines. But heâs not interested in getting shouted at, and he still wants this to be over as fast as possible. He cracks open the script to the opening scene. Itâs still the failed transition from Apocalypseâs old body to the new one, the one that ends with him getting locked up under a pyramid for three thousand years. Not much has changed there.
In fact, not much changes at all until Apocalypse starts trying to recruit the Horsemen. He grabs Archangel, then Beast, then Psylocke âand then Tomura flips to the next page and sees Quicksilverâs name all over it. Huh?
He glances over at Dabi to see how Dabiâs taking it. Dabi looks sort of confused, but he starts reading off his lines anyway. Youâve got lines in that scene, too. Makes sense. If Midoriya really wants that romance subplot, he needs to start building it from a lot earlier in the movie. Tomura thinks that for a few more pages. Then he flips one, comes up with a page full of highlighted dialogue, and almost slams his binder shut. âWhat the fuck?â
âShh,â Dabi hisses from next to him. âYouâre ruining up my death scene.â
He sounds like heâs pissed, but heâs wearing a stupid smug grin. Death scene? Quicksilver doesnât die in the original script. Tomura missed something while he was zoning out, thinking about how annoying itâs going to be to watch you pretend to fall in love with Dabi for the rest of the shoot. He flips back two pages and figures it out. Apocalypse asks Quicksilver to join the Horsemen. Quicksilver says no and tries to run, so he can warn everyone that Apocalypse is coming. Apocalypse orders Psylocke to freeze time and kill him. Which you do.
What the fuck. Hawks elbows Tomura out of nowhere, and Tomura jumps. Hawks is nodding down at Tomuraâs script, which Dabi has been turning the pages of to get back to Tomuraâs dialogue. Tomuraâs entire fucking page of dialogue. âUh ââ What is Tomura supposed to do, anyway? Why is he even in this scene? Why is he in this script at all? âFuck â You canât die. The others need you. They canât win without you.â
âI know.â Dabi fakes a convincing dying cough. âThatâs why theyâll have you.â
Iida reads the stage directions aloud. âWith his dying breath, Quicksilver passes his powers along to his twin brother, charging him with the task of both defeating Apocalypse and avenging his death. Quicksilverâs brother looks in the direction where Apocalypse vanished as the scene comes to a close.â
Itâs quiet for a second. âDoes Quicksilverâs brother have a name?â you ask.
âWeâre working on that,â Midoriya says brightly. Tomuraâs going to hurl. âAny other questions?â
âIâve got one,â Hawks says. âSince when does Quicksilver have a twin?â
âIn the comics he has a twin, but itâs a girl. Scarlet Witch. But we donât have the IP for her, so ââ Midoriya shrugs. âThe point is that a twin for Quicksilver isnât unprecedented. Itâs also one of the only things the franchise hasnât done. Weâve had resurrections, time travel, aliens, clones. The only thing we havenât done is twins.â
âSo why are we doing them now?â Dabi asks. âDonât get me wrong, Iâm on board with this â this death scene is lit âbut is it really just because my stunt double making out with Psylocke looked good on camera?â
âIt looked great on camera,â Himiko says. âI saw.â
âHow did you see? You werenât even there.â
âI filmed it,â Dabi says, and Tomura turns to glare at him. âThe angle was shit, but I got the point across.â
âDonât fucking film me.â
âI was being a good friend! I wanted to capture your fifteen seconds of fame and the most action Iâve seen you get in half a ââ
âGuys, can we focus for a second?â Midoriya protests. âItâs a fair question, Dabi. Itâs not because Shigaraki and Psylocke have incredible chemistry. Itâs because the X-Men franchise has a problem with stakes.â
Itâs quiet for a few seconds. âSay what you mean, Deku!â Bakugou shouts from wherever heâs sitting. âYou cut all my scenes. Youâd better have a damn good reason!â
âI didnât cut all your scenes. You have new scenes! In fact, everybodyâs more involved in the plot now because ââ Midoriyaâs voice pitches up and cracks. He stops, sucks down a couple of deep breaths, and starts over. âComic books in general have a problem with killing characters. Nobody dies for real except Uncle Ben and Gwen Stacy, and even if somebody else does die, itâs always right at the end of the story, in this big, dramatic, heroic sacrifice. We all know that story. We know it so well that we can predict every last beat before the title card even shows.â
Itâs weird to hear Midoriya say the kind of things Tomura complains about all the time. Movies are predictable. Superhero movies are even more predictable. âFor this movie to work, we have to show that there are consequences. The heroes taking a big loss right at the beginning of the story establishes Apocalypse and the Horsemen as a real threat, and the fact that it happens this way shows that weâre not playing cartoon tropes straight. In a comic, Apocalypse would monologue for a while and give Quicksilver time to escape. In this one ââ
Apocalypse orders Psylocke to kill Quicksilver, and she does it without hesitating. Is Tomuraâs character really supposed to hook up with yours after watching you murder his brother? âYeah,â Midoriya says into the silence. âQuicksilverâs death sets the tone for how this movie is going to work. Itâs a superhero movie, but itâs not a foregone conclusion. Quicksilverâs powers stay in the game, but theyâre with somebody who doesnât have his experience and who isnât reincarnated and so on and so forth â like I said, itâs faster if we just read it.â
âYes,â Iida says loudly, over Bakugouâs arguing that he should have been the one with an important death scene. âScene six. The interior of the Professorâs shrine ââ
The table read continues. Tomura feels like heâs in an alternate reality. Maybe he died or something, because thereâs no way heâs reading lines while Dabi sits next to him, chugging water and eating candy out of the loudest package in existence. Thereâs no way heâs trading lines of dialogue with you in scenes that seem written to kill him specifically. Quicksilverâs not the only character who dies. Midoriya offs Cyclops, too, in an effort to protect Phoenix that ends up failing. That leaves the heroesâ side without a telekinetic character, or a psychic character who can physically fight, too. And they have to go fight Apocalypse anyway.
Thatâs where Psylocke comes in. After a whole script setting up your thing with Quicksilver and your internal conflict over all the shit Apocalypse orders you to do, Midoriya lets you switch sides mid-battle and help the heroes take Apocalypse down. Thereâs a pretty good scene afterwards where the heroes decide that new Quicksilver should choose what happens to Psylocke, since she killed his brother. So Tomura gets to spare your life. You get to be weird about it, since you thought you were going to die in battle and atone for your sins that way. And he gets to kiss you again in front of everybody.
Tomura started this meeting hating Midoriya. He still sort of hates Midoriya. But he fucking loves Midoriyaâs script.
Dabi seems to like it, too. The other actors whose characters are killed donât look mad about it. Bakugouâs been appeased because his death scene is more epic than Quicksilverâs, and Urarakaâs been smiling since Iida read the stage direction about Phoenix dying. Present Mic, whoâs sitting against the far wall with the rest of the crew, even comments on it. âWhatâs got you so hyped?â
âIâm not playing half of the superhero genreâs most annoying straight couple anymore,â Uraraka says. âI can finally come out.â
âYou â huh?â Present Mic looks shocked. âMy gaydar must be busted as fuck. I didnât have a clue.â
âIâm a good actor.â
Tomura glances over at Himiko and notes that Himikoâs eyes are basically bugging out of her head. Heâs going to pick on her about that later. He elbows Dabi, nodding in Himikoâs direction. âDo you see this shit?â
âI see my thunder getting stolen,â Dabi grumbles. It takes Tomura a second too long to figure that out. âIâm bi too. If anyone gives a shit.â
âI give a shit,â you say. Tomura leans out around Dabi to look at you and sees you smiling. âNow you can play something other than Good Luck, Babe, on a loop.â
âSince the whole time,â Dabi says. He flops back in his chair. âIt feels good to get that off my chest.â
âWhy didnât you tell us?â Spinnerâs gotten up from the back wall and come over. âDid you think weâd be dicks?â
âWasnât about you,â Dabi says. âMy fucking dad.â
Oh. Dabi and Tomura both won the asshole dad lottery, but Tomuraâs dad isnât a famous director and producer who micromanages his every move. The way Tomura heard it, Todoroki Enji wanted to be an actor but couldnât hack it, so heâs settled for being a director and running Dabiâs life out of a corner office in Los Angeles. Heâll be pissed when he finds out Dabi isnât straight. And thatâs not even the only thing. âWhat do you think heâll be madder about? You coming out or your character getting killed off?â
âFlip a coin,â Dabi says, and snorts. âI hope he has a heart attack.â
âIs anybody else queer?â Magne asks. Sheâs come over, too, pulling Twice with her. âOne more and weâve got the majority. Twice, baby, what about you?â
âIâm straight as a three-dollar bill!â
âStraight,â Spinner says. âSorry.â
âYou should be sorry,â Dabi says, and Himiko cackles. âWhat about you, Shigaraki? How do you identify?â
Tomura figured out that he liked women and stopped thinking about it. âNot available.â
The instant he realizes what he said, he cringes. Not available? What the fuck does that mean? Itâs not like you and Tomura have had some kind of talk. You havenât even gotten past second base. Tomuraâs a moron. âDamn,â Magne says, and sighs. âWe almost had it.â
âIf it helps, Iâm bi,â you say. Magne grins. âBut Iâm not available, either.â
âTomura-kun has a girlfriend!â Himiko hugs you one-armed. âI want a girlfriend, too.â
âI thought you wanted a boyfriend.â
âMaybe one of each.â
âEverybody! Please pay attention!â Midoriyaâs whipped out the megaphone. âIâve sent contract updates to your agents to review â for those of you who need updates, at least. Take your scripts with you. Donât let them out of your sight. And get some sleep, please. Reshoots start tomorrow, and weâve got a lot of work to do.â
There are a lot of changes to the script. Based on what Tomura saw, theyâre going to have to reshoot at least half the movie. He spends half a second wondering how theyâre going to finance it, then remembers that Midoriyaâs producer is the only guy in the movie industry with more money than Dabiâs dad. Moneyâs not going to be a problem. What is going to be a problem, though â Tomuraâs phone pings with a text from his agent, congratulating him on his upgrade from stuntman to actor, and his insides pull themselves into a knot. Tomura may have started out wanting to be an actor, but itâs been a long time since he did any acting. And his part isnât anything close to small. What the hell is he going to do, other than all his own stunts?
Dabi gets a call â from his dad â and leaves to go take it in private, followed by Himiko, Twice, Magne, Spinner, and Hawks. You sit down in his old chair. âYou look like I felt when I got the call,â you say to Tomura. âHow are you doing?â
âIâm pretty sure Iâm fucked.â Tomura leaves his hand open on his thigh, wondering if youâll take it, and when you do, he feels his stomach untwist itself slightly. âThis isnât going back to acting. This is getting launched into it out of a cannon.â
âOr off that launchpad Hatsume built,â you say. Tomura could have done without being reminded. âKeep talking.â
âItâs not like with you. You might not have been in movies before, but you were at least acting the whole time. I havenât.â Tomura glances your way and finds you watching him, your elbow on the table and your chin in your free hand. Youâre listening way too closely to whatever stupid thing heâs going to say. âThis is a huge role. I donât see how Iâm not going to fuck it up.â
âYouâre going to fuck it up,â you say. âEverybody fucks it up. There hasnât been one scene in this movie that was shot in one take.â
âYour fight scene.â
âYouâre in that one with me,â you say. You smile at Tomura. âCome on. Youâre not even a little bit excited? What would little-kid you say if you time-warped back twenty-five years and told him you were playing a superhero in a big-budget film?â
Little-kid Tomura would be so hyped heâd piss himself, faint, or both. But little-kid Tomura hadnât figured out the way the world really works. Little-kid Tomura was still dumb enough to hope for things. âDo you ever think shit is going a little too well?â he asks you. You tilt your head to study him. âThis was just some movie of Dabiâs I was working on. And now itâs â this. And maybe if it was just that, Iâd buy it, except now thereâs this.â
He wants to gesture between the two of you, but heâd have to let go of your hand. âI donât get that kind of luck. Other people get it all the time, but not me.â
âSo youâre overdue,â you say. âI think this might be your fault.â
âHuh?â
âI mean, you spent all this time pretending you didnât want to be an actor. You didnât spend any time thinking about what it would be like or what you would do if you got your shot,â you say. âI didnât spend a lot of time daydreaming about being in the movies, but I didnât not think about it, either. So when I got the call, I was really shocked â but I was excited, too. Youâre having to cold-read the excited part.â
Tomura sits there for a second. âDo you like calling me out or something?â
âI like getting to know you,â you say. âBesides, you can call me out on something, too.â
âOver what? Like you said, youâre handling this way better than me.â Tomura thinks about it for a second. If he wasnât so damn sleep-deprived, heâd have been on it as soon as you finished talking. âYou didnât spend a lot of time thinking about people liking you back? Seriously?â
âItâs a cliche,â you say awkwardly. You were staring at Tomura a second ago. Now you wonât look at him. âIâve been in a ton of shows with front-row tickets to a billion showmances. If that was going to happen to me it would have happened already.â
âItâs happening now,â Tomura says. He pulls on your hand a few times, hoping youâll look at him, but you donât. âSorry about the unavailable thing. That was weird. We havenât even done anything.â
âI said it too,â you say, instead of telling Tomura it wasnât weird. âBut youâre right that we havenât done anything. You owe me cuddling and a good nightâs sleep. Are you going to back out?â
Tomuraâs mood improves so fast itâs stupid. âNo.â
The two of you grab room service first. Itâs not cheap, but you point out that the two of you have stuff to celebrate. Tomuraâs sort of hoping heâll get a second wind, at least enough to get through a real makeout session with you, but it totally backfires. After heâs eaten something, his exhaustion pulls the fire alarm, and itâs an effort to take off his shirt and plug in his phone before flopping over onto the bed.
You climb in next to him and make yourself comfortable, knees folded into the bend of his, arm draped over his waist, cheek pressed to his shoulder. Tomura makes a surprised sound. âSorry,â you say. âYou said you make cuddling weird, so I thought Iâd make it weirder.â
âThis isnât weird,â Tomura says, even though heâs never been the little spoon in his life. He doesnât like that he canât see you, but he likes knowing that youâre there, that youâre holding onto him instead of the other way around. On the whole, heâs into it. Otherwise his eyelids wouldnât be getting heavy. âAre you going to be okay like that?â
âYeah.â You blink, and your eyelashes brush against Tomuraâs skin. âGo to sleep, okay? Dabi said he kept you and Spinner up all night, and he said heâd mess me up if I let you go to your first day of filming sleep-deprived.â
Tomura will tell Dabi where he can stick his advice tomorrow. He risks leaning back against you a bit and you adjust your arm around him, holding him closer. Fuck. âAre you even tired?â
âYes,â you say. âIt was kind of dumb, to be honest. I was up all night wondering if this guy I danced with actually liked me.â
Tomura shouldnât be smiling at that. Itâs a good thing youâre not looking at him. âStop wondering,â he says. âI like you. Go to bed.â
Your eyelashes brush against his shoulder again. So do your lips, a second or so later, which would drive Tomura crazy if he wasnât mostly asleep. Heâs almost all the way asleep when he hears you answer him. âI like you, too.â
this might be overly meta of me but sometimes i get emotional about how the League of Villains would feel if they knew about their fandom
like. all of them fought so hard to be remembered, to make their stories heard, to make something of themselves
and in-universe, there wasn't a lot of change
spinner's book and ochako's quirk counselling program are the biggest impacts left by the league in their world. change that people either won't know came from them, or a story told that will undoubtedly end up controversial and possibly censored
Endeavor never faced consequences. The hero ranking system was never abolished
and yet.
and yet and yet and yet
somewhere out there, these murderous forgotten outcasts are loved
every story told. every piece of art. every time someone tried to rewrite their ending
every hero au. every redemption au.
every fucking piece of todoroki family fanart with a noticeable lack of endeavor
every consideration of quirk discrimination every au where all for one dies screaming
every au where magne lives where jin lives where himiko lives where tomura lives where touya lives
a bunch of lonely people out there in a world so different and yet so alike to the one the league knew all came together and poured immense amounts of love into the LOV
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
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