So, guess who came back impromptu with a rebrand! Surprise!
You may or may not know me as the (totally) “”famous”” mikki-simps, my previous alias; and I decided to try and rebrand myself so I could get back into the flow of writing! I’m MOSTLY a BHNA writer, focusing on minor characters and especially class 1B, but I can’t be bothered to make another account for other fandoms if i’m just going to post on it a few times a year. All my MHA works will go under the same username over on AO3, but I’ll have a seperate one for non-MHA-fandom works
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ASK BOX STATUS: FLAG UP — aka, I am *seeking* out requests, not just taking them ;)
I won’t be making an index most likely, not at least until I get a lot of content up to where I would absolutely need one.
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SPECIALTIES:
M/READER (i’ll probably be doing this one a lot on my own time simply because there isn’t a lot of stuff out there…)
CLASS 1B - MY HERO ACADEMIA - I am better at writing the boys than the girls but I can still confidently say I am versed in all of them! I *can* write for class 1A but I’m only super confident with uh, those detailed in the “baku”-squad (Sero, Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and I also include Jirou) and also Tokoyami.
OC CONTENT - I love ocs, so I can write OCxCANON for you guys if you would like! Just, the amount would really depend on how much information is there + my own motivation and what exactly is requested.
GENRES - If you can dream it, there is a good chance I can write it! Anything ranging from gen-fic to angst to smut to fluff; and I’m not *too* picky about what types of stuff either, I’ll say something if I can’t, though.
AUs - I enjoy a lot of them, so you guys might get some content of that as well!
romance *can* be implied, but it is also able to be taken as platonic! unfortunately can’t @ an anon user since i already answered the ask but uh, hopefully they see this!
Rin doesn’t start off with completely understanding this part of you, incredibly far from it; in fact, but he is willing to learn. His natural curiosity drives him, as he hadn’t really personally encountered many trans people other than you in his life due to his upraising, much less someone he knew quite closely.
When you first come out to him, you will most likely have to be quite direct about it, especially since he only knows basic terminology, some of it a little outdated. Despite this, once he understands; he is very respectful of what preferences you’d like, especially when bringing in others who may not be aware.
it takes him a little while to get used to your new pronouns or name, but he also catches himself every time once you tell him if he slips up, then he corrects himself and apologizes; it gets a lot easier for him as time goes on and integrating it into his life.
Rin is willing to part from his jackets and sweaters to give to you if you express that you’re feeling distraught with dysphoria about your chest or arms. They are incredibly warm, comfortable, and usually a little larger in size on him, even ~~as he doesn’t like that what would usually be his size hugs his own arms a little too *tightly*~~
If you show an interest in working out to look more masculine, he is willing to let you join with his own training. (I will forewarn people on this, he will try to slow down to match your pace and go easy on you at first, but it is quite difficult. His training consists of almost solely strength training with his martial arts, as he doesn’t often think about the aesthetic of his physique in that way.)
He would also direct you to Kamakiri and Tetsutetsu in that sense, and hey; those two beefheads hella know their way around the gym (CANONICAL GYM PALS!! gotta write about that sometime) and would also be hella supportive in both your gym journey and wherever you’d want to take your transition.
Moving around this subject, he tries his best to research and read about what it’s like being trans both from a research standpoint and accounts of other experiences, as he doesn’t experience this feeling himself; but he would at least would want to try and *understand.*
He asks you some of these questions personally as well, but he understands your need and want for privacy, so unless you’re open about it, he won’t pry.
Finally, (and the most important by far) is that while he understands that being trans is only a certain facet of your person as a whole, and he welcomes it with open arms; enjoying you as a person and trying his very best to give you both support when you ask for it and space if you need it.
I hesitate to write a tidbit scenario- as there are both many different ways to touch on this topic, and many different ways to be trans! (i would like to avoid either projecting my own experience onto it, or generalizing the experience a little too much.) if anyone wants to ask for something even more specific than this, feel free to send them in! I don’t have many asks anyways, so i’ll be able to personalize more for the real ones (my viewers) 🔥
what would class b's voice types be (if they all were in a musical, everyone does sing here)
Not proofread we die like men
Yes everyone sings but that doesnt mean they sing well :)
Awase - he somehow manages to sound like a dieing pig, and a acream at the same time but somehow his voice can be really good in certain situations
Sen - his voice is okay but he cant hold a note to save his life
Kamakiri - he doesnt really sing as much as he screams...
Kuroiro - he tries to make the lyrics all dark and edgy but he just ends up sounding like the black crayon from the crayon song. If ykyk
Kendo - shes above average in singing skill and shes a bit more confident than most. She has more range with higher notes though.
Kodai - she has a softer voice than most and is overall a kinda shy singer but its really good.
Komori - shes always up beat and energetic when she sings. She always puts her whole heart into every note and does her best no matter what.
Shiozaki - acapella or whatever that really slow church type of singing is called lol
Shishida - he definitely has a more 'old school' singing style but he sounds a lot better than people would think. Though its hard for him to hold a note for most newer songs
Shoda - hes very quiet and shy when he sings alone and hes kinda bland but when hes singing with someone (like background vocals) he can really bring out their voice.
Pony - shes always happy and upbeat when she sings. Its a bit harder for her to sing slower songs because of that but shes definitely above average voice wise.
Tsubaraba - he has a good voice but he only sings meme songs... he will sing 'the actual cannibal shia leabouf' with his whole heart in such a serious tone (idk if thats how you spell his name but whatever lmao)
Tetsutetsu - he puts his entire soul into the song just to sound like a dieing cow... but he does have passion
Tokage - she pours so much emotion to every song she sings. Shes definitely best for those songs that are supposed to bring tears to the audiences eyes.
Manga - hes way too dramatic for his own good. During any song he sings hes throwing himself around and putting his soul in every note... its kinda funny to watch tho. His voice itself is kinda average though
Honenuki - hes calm and has a good voice but is overall, kinda akward when he sings. Hes too focused on hitting the right notes to be overly dramatic.
Bondo - he has a deeper voice and is better at being the background vocals for some of the more high pitched students. Hes overall better at being a bass than anything else (music kinda bass not the fish)
Monoma - hes the token theater kid. He sings well and he puts his entire soul into every single note.
Reiko - shes good at singing higher notes but the lower she goes the harder it is for her to hold a note (or even make a sound)
Rin - hes pretty average when it comes to singing but he can easily switch languages in the middle of a verse to make it sound a bit cooler. That also makes it to where some songs only he (pony and honenuki) can preform
My first thought was to say songs that reminds me of them singing but I only listen to about 3 different artists so....
[OLD] Words aren't worth shit. (Kuroiro Shihai x GN!reader)
surprise you guys, i came back from my grave for the kajillionth time! frankly, i'm slightly sick of interacting with almost of the MHA fandom, but my love for 1B seems to never ever waver, so i'll try my very best to stick to more longform fanfiction and post more-often so that the people who deserve it have actual content.
A/N: i wrote this in literally two adjacent blocks starting at 1AM and ending around 5 AM with a sleep from 4-4:30, so forgive any flow inconsistences or grammar/spelling mistakes because i say fuck the beta
edit: actually never mind next time i will appreciate a beta run more i left so many spaces that were just- *unfilled*
socially awkward kuroiro AND tactical manipulator kuroiro CAN co-exist, it just has to be written in a very specific way, though. despite that, with you, he feels like a cat covered in wet spaghetti, but like, in a good way.
Who the hell came up with the saying "a picture is worth a thousand words"? Or hell, who altered it to have it to relate an action? Kuroiro didn't really seem to convince himself of it, no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't like he was indifferent to works of art- after all, he considered himself a sort of artistic guy... but when it came to a flash, a picture in his mind, a memory- usually it only took up about thirteen words in his mind. He considered himself a writer. Dare he say a poet. He kept piles upon piles of journals of his writing, and where people could not suffice, pen and paper were his greatest confidants. As much as he liked pencils, pens were just- ironically more artistic; even if he had to scribble at the paper if he misspelled a word or accidentally placed the lettering way too close.
He clenched a few papers between his hands, skimming over the writing as he stood in wait for what might be a pinnacle moment of his life. There were too many mistakes in his mind- so many scribbles it seemed like a quarter of each page was just a section or a word, blacked out in ink. He sighed, inwardly admitting that staying up until two am in the morning writing this was a terrible idea it's not like the author is doing the EXACT same thing down to the hour, but he could just not wait. Thoughts seemed to be always running through his head at light speed, from dawn to dusk and in between his dreams like a sickness of his. This is when he started to pace around with the pages in his hand, having to really mentally prepare himself for what he set up on what seemed to be the first impromptu thought of his entire life so far.
Kuroiro had somehow deluded himself so hard that he decided that he was going to profess his feelings for you within the next moment. Or at the very least, his fond admiration for your pieces, large or small that create the entire puzzle. He had slipped a piece of plain notebook paper under your door, even; that's how casual he tried to seem about it, as it could mean a lot of different things under different connotations if you ask someone to meet you. It wasn't a fancy sort of greeting or letter like he would have spent countless hours imagining he would, but it would make due. His pen and paper were becoming restless in it's own right, sick of hearing the same thought in a different variant over and over and over again. He had decided to meet you about fifteen minutes before the dormitory curfew, as to both make it less inconvenient for you and to make sure he had an escape route if anything went wrong. Yet again, his mind seems to be in a race with everything around it, dreaming up every possibility. Every triumph, every pitfall. The churns in his stomach grew more intense as he began to doubt himself,
It didn't take too long for you to meet him, with the casually dressed notebook paper folded in one of your hands. You pocketed it, then closed the gap of distance between you and Kuroiro, standing in front of him with a curious look to the papers in his hand- and how he looked like how he was going to vomit up a hairball. It raised some eyebrows, sure; but you seemed to understand his nature- his mannerisms, his idiosyncrasies: you seemed to accept them as they were, with no complaints otherwise about who he was. Human. A breath of fresh air for a guy like him, really.
He didn't even greet you properly for a moment, already seeming to clam up, enamored by your beauty. It took a couple seconds for him to actually remember why he brought the two of you here- but when he did, he slowly looked to the writing in front of him, starting to read it out. Unfortunately for you, it was incredibly difficult to decipher what he was actually saying- he used so many elusive synonyms that the average person wouldn't be familiar with in terms of linguistics, and he would often go back to read a part if he messed it up, or pause for a moment to try and figure out what he was trying to say himself. The more and more he talked, the more Kuroiro realized this the sole brainless idea he had in a very long time- at least in his book, so out of some sort of shame, he started getting quieter as he read. His posture crumpled up more than it was before, and he was mumbling so badly, that it was even hard for him to hear the words that were spewing out of his mouth as he tried to read back
He dropped the small stack of papers, much to your confusion; then, much to his incredible embarrassment, he felt his legs start to buckle despite himself as he kneeled to the floor, covering his face with his hands and starting to mumble a little louder about how incredibly awkward this situation was and that you should just forget it ever happened. He couldn't anymore, everything seemed to catch up to him in his incredulity...
You kneeled down to the floor with him, starting to pick up the papers for him. His hand reflexively moved to instantly snatch the papers from you- to hide away and confide yet again in the caverns of pen and paper- but he stops himself, opting to ball his hand into a fist to do so as he starts on an attempt to quell his mild panicked breathing. He felt so... soppy. Dare he say even- pathetic in a way. It took a moment, but he eventually found the strength to look you in the eye, and they lock, the watercolor to his monochrome. You pick up the rest of the pages, and even if it is incredibly messy and out of order, you remember how he reached to grab them from you, and although it confused you on why he would do that, you respected him too much to pry; in a state where he was cracking on all sides of a sphere, where he looked so oddly vulnerable. If you weren't too preoccupied with being concerned about the way he was acting, it would have felt good, about how he seemed to trust you being within this state
"Hey..." you interjected, slowly starting to offer both your held papers; and your free outstretched hand over to Kuroiro, "Take the time you need. You'll find a way to say what you need to say... and I'll flag you down with signals so it won't- get lost within the waters."
You had sort of an idea what was happening- but you could ask for more context later, as Kuroiro seemed a little too nervewracked to answer your questions. He took the both of you off guard, as he shuffled a little closer, his own arms beginning to outstretch as he simply took your simple outstretched gesture to wrap his arms around you in a shakey but gentle embrace. In that very moment, he couldn't believe it but... no words could describe what he felt. He almost lost himself in trying to figure it out, but at the same time, you quelled the tide all the same as you held each-other there.
Hiryu Rin and how he would comfort you through a rough time! - 💌
suggested by @cutieduckie16 ^^
under the cut is a mostly HC style format of the above prompt with a few blorbos as well! there was a small delay but I hope it’s quality for y’all! 🫀
CW: unspecfic but implied stress on the reader (hurt comfort)
not going to lie, Hiryu may or may not take a while to register your depressive feelings.
while he is familiar with the signs, he remains at a level of concerned usually reserved for ‘oh, I’m sure this will pass’ a couple days when he initially notices these nods.
though not quite adept with expressing and recognizing feeling, he still is intelligent, and eventually; he realizes it’s a just a little more than that. at first, guilt waves over him for a moment, not knowing why he didn’t see the signs, or why his partner hadn’t come to talk to him about it directly… but after a little time, he figures it would be better to put himself in action rather than standing still.
it’s not necessarily a part on his tendency of quick impatience for you to ‘recover’, but moreso out of worry for you. He isn’t shy about confronting you about how you’ve been acting either, prompting you to discuss with him so that he can figure out what he can do to help.
If you’re unwilling to talk, it’s not like he’s set on it, since he’ll just comfort you anyways, and oh my lord does he get dedicated.
He’ll read you classic Chinese literature (despite him having to paraphrase it from the original linguistic writing) and his smooth voice will be the perfect sleep aid on sleepless nights, with the added bonus of some of these books being over 100 chapters, so ‘running out of material to read’ would never be a situation you’d need to cross.
He would go out with you to a spiritual needs store to just look at all the facinating books and trinkets like that jade carving of a frog or that adorable tiny little kalimba.
though, most of his intention is to check out the candles and incense section. He’d spend quite a while just with you, browsing to find the perfect scent that you two can both agree on when spending quiet evenings together.
He’s actually quite the cuddle-bug, enjoying the warmth and closeness it brings him and his partner together, he just avoids doing so in public since he doesn’t feel that comfort with others around.
He’ll lie down, and offer for you to lie down on his chest or stomach back up, and he’ll wordlessly fix up your hair and if you’ll let him, he’ll gently play with it as you two pass the gut-wrenching feelings with idle talk that just feels right.
Hiryu, as much as he can in his time with you; will get you doing things as much as he can, like making food together or taking walks on a forest trail, because it is how he also does his de-stressing from his own thoughts.
He doesn’t do all that much quote en quote ‘lounging around’ (watching tv shows, playing video games, etc) but if it was something you were interested, he’d set aside time to do so with you; watching and listening to see why you enjoy it so much.
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And now y’all, for a blorbo.
“Hey, hey. Turn your head towards mine, please?” Hiryu is speaking as if the air was made of paper thin glass, reaching over to touch your cheek and gently turning your head to foil that half hearted attempt at hiding your expression.
He takes a moment to study your face as his expression drops in intensity, but the passionate embers in his eyes still remain. Hiryu can feel his throat run dry, with all the things he would like to say racing through his head, and yet, nothing came out. Instead, he leans into you a little closer, cupping your cheek and pressing his forehead against yours, almost acting as if he did that; you would understand his own thought process through the oddly intimate action. He sighs, glancing askance for a moment before locking his eyes with your own, the hand cupping your cheek trailing down your neck and then to your back, slowly initiating a hug to see how you feel.
His firm but gentle-all-the-same wrap around your frame was almost impossible not to relax into, and his right hand idly traces a circle into your mid back as you lean in towards each-other. He was saddened himself a little bit, from a twinge of empathy he felt in his chest. A newer, strange feeling; but welcome all the same. You can hear him mumble a couple phrases in Mandarin almost un-hearable, but you feel it because of how close you are holding the other.
“I can’t quite say I understand what is going on in your life, but I know for a certain fact that I will help you through it.” Hiryu saw no way around it, and in fact; he had hoped that he was able to convince you to take that time for yourself, when this noticeably stressed out and pained. “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I was unable to do everything I could to make you happy and feel loved.”
Finally, with that; in some way, somehow, the world will remain right once more.
Hello ^^ how are you doing? I just saw your page and realised you are a perfect writer, and I got something to request so I hope you accept my request 😊 Life was tough on me these days and I need something to comfort myself, hiryu rin is my favourite character, so can you write a 'hiryu rin x reader ' about what would he do when there partner is upset and sad. (A fluff content 💌) thank you and take your time ^^❤
LMAO YOU FLATTER ME THANK YOU 😭💗 on all levels except physical:
your request is accepted! i hope that I’m able to help with your mood in this writing, if even a little bit! When the going gets tough, it can be hard; but I believe in you!
edit: forgot to ask, would you like it platonic or romantic-centric?
cliché & sappy romances - mha students : “I love you.”
just little blurbs of a moment that is akin to a regular romantic cliche with the star phrase “I love you”! also sort of turned into my celebration of 20 posts on this blog
warnings: mild mentions of mutilation (not human) for Tsuyu Asui, gn!reader (tried to make it as personality/non-specific-characteristic inclusive), established relationships, other than that none, me being mad at inconsistent quality of photos and literally none for the characters that i’m looking for-
Reiko Yanagi - “If actions are worth a thousand words, then why isn’t everything communicated with just that? The meaning of... ‘I love you’ is... simple, but powerful.” :
Reiko was not sure if she believed that a single action could be worth one thousand words. After all, she was quite the expert on words, her almost lyrical musings of language being so complex and filled with her thought that not everyone could even translate or understand it. She sort of accepted this fact, and she still enjoyed what she could do with her skill and expertise. She even often went to the internet to find content she could enjoy, and shared her own ideas through these words- so, how was something like body movement that has a wildly different interpretation from person to person be ‘better’?
She was scrolling through her phone, leaning on you just as much as you were leaning on her in the little spot you both had on the couch. You were absorbed in your own little thing as well, being totally okay with that perfect, comfortable, mutual silence. Sometimes, no words can make a difference, since over-explaining can diminish meaning of words. Peace. Relaxation. Comfort. Joy. Love. These were words that could accurately describe the feeling in the room. Yet, in some way; Yanagi knew they were incomplete. Though, she could probably find more complex adjectives for show. Tranquility. Quietude. Jubilation, Intimacy. Well, those were a little cut above; I mean.
You both continued this silence, not really feeling interested in having conversation. Not in a bad way, but exhaustion of one’s brain is definitely a very real thing, and if conversation was to be truly meaningful, they needed to be working properly to do so. So, Reiko continues her scrolling on her feed to find the latest horror news, and you continue with your own little task just next to her, enjoying the physical closeness and mutual fondness of being able to stay attached to the hip like this despite not being interested in talking. Though, you were beginning to feel a little drowsier than when this interaction first started, so you lean in a little closer to Reiko’s shoulders to nestle yourself in. She finds it cute, so she adjusts herself to let you stay.
It doesn’t take more than three minutes stat to have you falling asleep, and Reiko didn’t even notice for the next five that you were actually fully unconscious on her shoulder like that- oh dear- maybe she could use her quirk to pick you up and set you to bed?- Though, that also was a little risky... After much deliberation, she decides to just leave you in that position... after all, you ought to wake up soon- fortunately, she was wrong, and after maybe around an hour, she was shocked with the realization that, you were so comfortable around her that you were one hundred percent willing to let your guard down completely with her in your presence. It actually... said a lot to her. Whoa. With that, she also took the move to move in closer, brushing her head against your forehead and lightly kissing it, just in private to herself; before eventually finding herself waking up entangled in your arms, just as you are hers; on the couch.
Togaru Kamakiri - “Despite all that... you’re TOO important to just give up on. That would be a damn tragedy. . . Love ‘ya.” :
Kamakiri thought he would be safe from falling. Now, in both senses; he has unmatched reflexes and reaction times, almost known for his quick clutches and speedy reactions. Then again, that also held significance in a figurative sense as well. He never fell behind in terms of anything in life, seizing opportunity, having a blast of a time, his training akin to his dream of becoming a pro hero and saving lives, and even his academics (he wasn’t the best per-say, but he was far from the worst of the lot) and most importantly, he never thought he would fall for someone. Ironic to his quirk, not even the sharpest blade or even cannon could take the walls he lifted up to protect himself emotionally- or, so he thought, unfortunately.
A few months ago, if he traveled to the future and saw himself in... this situation, he would have laughed. so. hard. and then probably threw up out of shock right after. Togaru in a cafe, despite hating to go out to eat because of the cost of food, despite hating the fact that he was sitting outside of the cafe on the tables there instead of inside, where it was a lot cooler and he would get stared at just a little less: and finally, despite the fact that he was going steady with you of all people for just about half a year now. You and him, on a date in the city. It almost felt it was just the two of you existing with no one else in the entire world, someone special that finally made a little puzzle piece in his brain go... click! A truly rooted connection; one that was unexpected; but with time, was welcomed with closed but still willing arms.
Someone like you, who never ridiculed him for the way he dressed or looked or talked; someone who was considerate of everyone in their own way and kind, but was hardly a pushover or someone actively seeking constant protection. Quite the contrary, actually. One of the first traits he noticed and actively admired was your strength, in your own special way. He was snapped out of these thoughts when the bell of door did a little jingle, and the waiter finally coming out with the food you two had ordered. For you, a downsized version of a matcha pound cake, in all it’s green glory and almond glaze. For Kamakiri, a simple coffee jelly and a little bit of cream. They weren’t terribly over-expensive, but they were most definitely worth the cost. Simply delicious. He admits that, at first; he was a little cold to those he met, but he wasn’t heartless or even all that quote en quote ‘mean’. Kamakiri is a hype-man, someone who is a lot friendlier than at first glance. It wasn’t really all that much of a surprise that he was willing to go despite what it may have seemed like.
He watches as you take a bite of the matcha cake, clearly enjoying it and savoring it; he himself taking delight in your joyed expression- (he wouldn’t admit that, not just yet) although, maybe it was a little bit of a surprise when mid sentence, you started devouring the cake just because it was so utterly tasty. Eventually you come to a pause, needing to catch your breath- but oh my, Togaru is definitely trying and failing not to laugh at you the absurdity. Not in a mean spirited way, though. He notices that there is a few crumbs stuck to some almond glaze on the corner of your mouth, and without really thinking much about it, he leans over to brush it off with his thumb. There is a long- quite awkward pause, his face starting to heat up from his neck and even a little bit of his shoulders upward, finding himself at a loss of words. Now that was rare of him. You catch the tip of his thumb in your mouth, not wanting to miss the opportunity of more- just one bit- and may the lord or whatever the hell was watching him from some place above praise Togaru’s own special strength, or he might have just passed out from sheer embarrassment. Despite all that, deep down, he knew he was sure enough to proclaim and acknowledged the love you two shared.
Tsuyu Asui - “I don’t know if anyone else would believe me but... i can say with confidence that I know I love you. There is no other way to truly word it.” :
The more time spent with another person, the more you tend to get quite comfortable with them. You become unafraid of the unsure. The foul. The utterly disgusting, along with the beauty behind it. Just behind you, Tsuyu pops out of the water after being under for a couple minutes. You grin, pushing aside the heavy reeds of the horribly muddy marsh and waddling through to meet her in the middle. She stands up to her full height instead of crouching and walking under the water like some innocent kiddo impersonating a classic evil Disney villain, then turning her head off to a certain direction. You aren’t even surprised at all when she asks you to join her in looking at a couple carcasses of animals she spotted on the other side of the marsh while checking it out. Tsu was always quite blunt and insanely honest, something that came with the double edged sword, but to you, it just added to a plethora of traits that just made you like her even moreso.
It takes about three minutes of pushing through the public marsh until you spot them, nose wrinkling at the foul smell; but your brain piquing with curiosity. You finally reach the spot with her, and eventually identify the mass of rotting flesh. It was a crane, half eaten at it’s body and face almost torn off all the way, probably from some sort of preadator… you both stand there in silence for a minute, and you look to Asui, unsure of what to do. Then, Tsuyu unabashedly picks up the carcass (don’t worry though, she has gloves on) and starts moving to her left, being pretty sure that you would follow. She announces that she was going to have a proper burial for a crane, since even the cycle of life ashamed them for not being fully eaten.
Despite being in total shock, you still follow your girlfriend; off to somewhere a little sturdier where you two could dig a sort of grave. The work is started, the crane being put aside as at first, the dryer patch of land was dug out; then the hauling of the rock to be used for the gravestone, and for an extra touch, native flowers used to decorate the area. The actual burial is a little slower, taking more care of the carcass; and Tsu giving an impromptu speech about how life was precious and that paying respects to every creature was vital to a good life. The burial is finished a little sooner than you would have expected, though; ending with a moment of silence as the two of you sit on your knees next to the grave of the crane.
Asui throws another curveball, after you two were walking back to get on the main road. Yes, she was very blunt and honest; but she had never said “I love you” in your few happy months of dating until right now, the arguably least romantic situation (burying a dead crane carcass) ever seen. You’re tempted to ask about it, but Tsu beats you to it, explaining that she was now 100% sure that she loved you, and that of course, because of her nature; she wouldn’t just say something like that for the sake of it. She didn’t plan to regret it anytime soon, if not ever. Though, she seemed to understand whether or not you could say the same. Love had to grow from square one, but it was also boundless. No limits of all life, the good; evil, ugly, charming, whimsical parts of it.
Denki Kaminari - “Eh, there’s no need for that grandiose display, all i want is you! I love you, maybe even a lot more than you think I do!” :
It was no secret Kaminari was quite a lively guy. He was a social butterfly, aiming to be a top hero on top of that. He loved music, games, and all the other things that a guy like him would be expected to enjoy. I mean, he was absolutely as jolting and wild as electricity itself, living up to his name and persona. With you, even when you just started dating, it was no different. Always super affectionate (and trying his best not to overstep your boundaries, but not being perfect every time), showing you off to his friends; much to your pleasure/embarrassment, and displays of pride and affection that were just about borderline cringe if you squinted hard enough. Though, you never blamed him for it, just his way of showing his admiration and care for you.
Despite that, at some points; you felt sort of... uneasy just letting him do all the pulling in terms of these displays. Although you weren’t as... much as he was with this, you thought that it would at least give some justice if you tried pulling off the same feats. Eventually, you started your planning, and Kaminari; although he is a little bit of a dunce, he wasn’t stupid; and could see you had something... suspicious planned. This unfolded over the course of a couple weeks, but as much as he whined and begged you to spill at least something about it, you wouldn’t budge. The day of the surprise came quickly, and you were about to blow. his. mind. I mean, in your head; it was practically perfect! Just needed to finish that preparation and pick a perfect day to put on the show…
Though, after all is said and done, though; he almost looks... confused. Very happy, but confused. It was the first sort of attempt at something like this, but in his personal opinion, it seemed a little forced on your end. Although he was ever grateful for what you did, and knew the genuine heart behind it, damn if he didn’t imagine what strain it put on you. Kaminari confronts you about this in a lower tone than normal, and although that first; it was hard to pry out and manage the words, you confess your failed recreation of a heartfelt display of affection to a lackluster over-the-top declaration, unlike him. If the mood was any more serious, he might have laughed and tried to cheer you up, but deep down; he knew he had to try his best to keep serious, since this was something important he couldn’t let just pass by and resurface in a serious, more problematic type way. That night ended with more than a couple of hugs and kisses, and comfortable silence knowing that although actions were also pretty good, Denki intended to keep and make good use of his word. Not many things beat the gesture or uttering of such a phrase…. ‘I love you’.
Izuku Midoriya - “I love them, and there isn’t anything stopping me from doing just that! I’m not a pushover with this, either; not anymore!” :
“Love” is such a simple word, but with the changing weight of a claymore sword and ballpoint pen, the changing density of a puddle akin to an ocean. Ever since getting into his first relationship, Midoriya found himself deep in thought about the implications of said feeling from time to time. Though, it was evidently clear that no logic could amount to the bubbling and raw feelings inside of him when it came to you. Not even a hundred notebooks filled to the brim on information could even make a dent. You appreciated him for who he was, and all the subscriptions of antics that came with it. Perfectly canny match, even; strength and sensitivity, mutuality and bonding. Though, there were some that seemed to think otherwise.
You were devastated when you found out, even. Someone you trusted? with many things, someone you confide in. They wouldn’t say anything to him directly, but if they got a moments noticed, there were some quite hurtful comments they opinionated about annoyance with behavior and weakness on Midoriyas end. I mean, although you could sort of see why someone might think of that… you were torn, for fucks sake! You enjoyed both of them, but the growing guilt inside you was getting almost too much to bear. When it finally boiled down, Midoriya didn’t even seem to fight back against it… the situation ended in ice, with no one triumphant, but a heavy feeling in the entirety of the situation.
Eventually, you decided to try to just put it away, after all; you probably weren’t going to get over it otherwise, but Midoriya brings it up before he goes to bed for the night, saying that he wouldn’t be able to sleep without talking about it to you. The conversation is utterly dragged on into the depths of your soul, and it was just as much painful as it was relieving to have this talk about what had happened with the trusted friend. Near the end where you are both too tired to continue emotionally and literally, Midoriya leans in to embrace you into a warm and long hug, firmly embracing you as he mutters the little nothings about you that he enjoys so much, and about how much he loves you, by extension. Eventually, you two have to pull away before you fall asleep right while standing in the warmth, and bade each-other good night, your mind a lot clearer being reminded of a simple fact. Love was a weight worth holding, especially for him.
Mina only wears mismatching or funky socks and Momo must always be wearing matching socks.
Pony sleeps with the window open and consequently (or beneficially) always wakes up at sunrise.
Yanagi LOVES old movies but especially old horror movies (hence her hero name)
Komori is always wearing some form of height-altering shoes. She adores platforms and cute heels like no one else. You'll almost never find her wearing sneakers.
Kendo keeps at least 4 hair ties on her wrist at all times. She sleeps with them on her wrist too :)
Ochaco and Tooru love sitting on the floor over in chairs any day.
Setsuna often stands at her desk in class instead of sitting at it. It got to the point where halfway through the year Vlad King just removed her chair entirely.
Mina and Pony prefer to sit on top of their desks!
When nervous, Momo reties her hair very frequently
Ibara has impeccable balance and flexibility. It scares everyone.
Ochaco has a habit of swaying when sitting and standing that no one notices.
Yanagi and Tsu bond over how they have similar posture when walking :)
Kodai cannot drive for shit.
Pony and Kendo get tanned super easily and always have the worst tan lines.
Komori has freckles
Due to her habit of twirling her earjacks, Jirou twirls anything in her hands. This includes bottles and one time she twirled a can of soda, opened it, and then was shocked it burst open because she didn't remember flipping it.
Mina and Tooru both yell at the TV during movies and shows.
Kodai does Yoga every morning
Komori and Jirou are both secret boy group stans (post on this later <3)
Ibara always has painted nails.
Jirou has the loudest set of keys out of anyone in both classes A and B. There are like 10 million charms on her keys.
