It’s with a heavy heart that I have to announce that the DMB Clean Up Day event has been cancelled.
Unfortunately, it looks as if Ground Zero and I will be a little busy during the day that we’d planned to spend with you all.
After contacting the medical staff, Pro Heroes, and instructors that were slotted to supervise the activities, we’ve decided that it would be best to postpone this service until a later date.
Anyone who’d been looking forward to the gathering has my upmost apologies— I’m really sorry about the cancellation, and I feel terrible about having to cancel on all of you, especially after seeing how excited some of you were.
I hope that we can all gather to clean up the beach together soon!
When Katsuki, at the tender age of four, decided that a career in pro heroism was his destiny, he always imagined it would consist of kicking ass, being featured on the daily news, and constantly being hoarded by annoyingly doting fans. While his past self was, to an extent, right, there was one thing that the media left out in the life of a hero—paperwork.
Mountains of it.
He lets out a groan, leaning back in his chair to stare into the ceiling of the office. Deku glances up and gives him a small, sympathetic smile before returning to his own incident report, undoubtedly jotting down every minuscule detail of their fight, pen rapidly scratching against paper. Even five years out of high school, the nerd still manages to take the most notes out of everyone he knows. It comes in handy sometimes, but still, it’s unnecessary—he doubts the police even read half the shit they’re required to send in after an altercation.
“How’s your novel coming?” He asks, gesturing to the form on Deku’s desk. “Think it’ll make the best seller’s list?”
“Ha, ha,” Deku says, deadpan, “You’re hilarious.”
“And you’re tired,” Katsuki says, standing up. “You only get sarcastic when you want to sleep.”
Deku frowns, dropping his pen. “Yeah, well,” He shrugs. “I need to finish this.”
“I can see the bags under your eyes,” Katsuki presses. “A few hours ago you bumped into a desk and apologized to it.”
“That was just reflex!” Deku protests, affronted.
Katsuki snorts, leaning over his partner’s desk. “Listen, Deku. We still have until Monday to finish these. We spent all of today fighting those bastards. It’s late. You’re exhausted. I’m exhausted. Let’s just say to hell with it and call it a night.”
“Kacchan…” Deku says, looking reluctantly tempted. “I should really get this done.”
“You’re so stubborn,” Katsuki complains, although the words come out fonder than he intends them to. “We can worry about it tomorrow. The paperwork won’t multiply overnight.”
At Deku’s troubled expression, he leans in further, brushing his lips against his neck, trailing soft, deliberate kisses up to his ear. “Come home with me,” he murmurs, pleased at the little shiver the words elicit.
“You’re terrible,” Deku says, standing up, but Katsuki can hear the wobble in his voice that betrays the lie. “I can’t believe I fell in love with such a bad influence.”
“It’s not my fault you’re easily seduced,” Katsuki says, grinning. He offers his hand. “You coming or what?”
“…Yeah,” Deku says, and takes it with a smile. “Let’s go home.”
Y’all have the same taste. And that is, Very Good.
Katsuki came home to the smell of cooking food. He wandered towards the kitchen where Deku was standing at the stove moving something around in a wok. An apron was tied around his waist and framed his butt in a way that drew Katsuki’s attention. He was also humming and swaying side to side to the tune.
Katsuki approached on silent feet and wrapped his arms around Deku’s waist in an embrace. Deku startled, but calmed when Katsuki dropped a kiss on his shoulder.
“Oh, Kacchan, you startled me,” Deku said. Kacchan glanced over his shoulder to see him mixing up some fried rice.
“Looks good,” he said. Deku turned around in his arms and smiled up at him.
“Really?”
“Really,” Katsuki said. He gave Deku a smile. Deku froze and stared. Katsuki dropped the smile. “What?”
“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
Katsuki scoffed and turned Deku back around to face the stove.
“Don’t burn the rice, you nerd,” he said. Deku laughed at him as he returned his attention to the rice.
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A lot of you sent in messages like these. I want to sincerely thank you all for your support; it means so incredibly much that you’d all reach out to me like this, and I... I really appreciate it.
It means the world to have such supportive fans.
And thank you for sharing your stories with me, too. To hear your experiences, and to listen to your own struggles when it comes to this kind of thing... it helps. More than you might know.
Or, ah. It’s helping.
To speak to the point that a few of you made— yes, my sexuality is my business.
But I won’t hide.
It may take a while, but whenever I figure— well, all of this out, you’ll all be one of the first to know.
Ah!
We, ah— we actually have to process quite a bit of paperwork before we can return to our usual routes and territories... We weren’t, ah, legally allowed to wield our Quirks in France— outside of the tournaments, I mean —but it wasn’t like we could just stand aside during the Quirk Quash threat chaos, either.
We’re sorting out the logistics now!
While we managed to tend to some of it during the flight back home, there’s still some more that needs to be handled, so Zero and I are going to pop into our office this afternoon; I’m going to go to my mom’s, afterwards, but Zero will head back to his— or, uh, our, I guess —place by himself.
I’ll come back after my mom and I’ve had a talk. She’s already called at least half a dozen times since our plane landed.
He did! Kacchan and InvisaInk worked together in order to locate the stock of Quirk Quash that was located in a system of tunnels underneath the stadium. It was... I imagine that it was a little difficult for Kacchan to deal with, even though I doubt that he’d say as much to me— and much less to you all.
You see, when Kacchan was kidnapped, he was held in an underground chamber within the sewers underneath the city— and while neither of us want to talk about that time much at all, this is all publicly available information; I’m sure that many of you remember the reaction when Kacchan emerged from the manhole in the middle of a crowded street.
He was— he was bloody, and beaten, and that’s without mentioning his...
Well. His— his arms.
It’s why I was so surprised that Kacchan actually wanted to explore the catacombs while we were attending the World Leadership Conference— he’d avoided that kind of environment for several months leading up to our trip to France.
I’m told that InvisaInk was of great help to him when they were working together.
Honestly, we were both reluctant at first to respond these types of inquiries. Not just from this blog! But for years before this— from reporters and civilians who approached us on the street and the like.
In the old days— the days of heroes like Crimson Riot and Brave —heroes were like the stuff of legends. Larger than life. Not that I’m saying that they still aren’t held up to the same respect today! If anything, All Might cemented this notion of heroes being— of heroes being pillars of the world. He was the symbol of peace, after all.
With All Might— and all of the other heroes —around, it felt as if we’d always be safe. That any villain would more than meet their match in him. In all of them.
We don’t live in quite the same world anymore. Each generation is stronger than the last— have you seen the amount of control that children have over their Quirks these days? Their control— their abilities... each generation is only going to become more powerful than the last.
And that’s only one aspect of a larger whole that’s impacting— Ah! Zero’s right, I’m getting carried away. The point is that, while we try as we might, we’re aware that the public no longer has the same absolute confidence in us that they— that we —had in the heroes of yesterday.
That we had in All Might.
It’s not as if we necessarily want it to be that way. Or, at least, I don’t, because I’m speaking for myself here. I became a hero because I want to save people with a smile— just like him.
I don’t want anybody to worry. To fear for their safety. If you need help, I want to be there. I want to help all of you, if and when the time arises.
But heroes— myself among that number —aren’t infallible. Zero and I, and everyone else— we’re working every day to become stronger and stronger, but it’s important to realize that we’re not perfect. We have our faults, too. And I’m sorry that you have to accept that.
Incidentally— this is why programs like Unleash are so important, and we highly encourage anyone that hasn’t already signed up to attend tonight’s session!
On the note of close calls... It’s difficult to talk about. Forgive me for all of this leading up to now, but I just— I wanted you guys to understand, a little. That’s part of this blog’s purpose.
This information is already public, anyways, and you’ve all seen the new firepower that Zero’s working into his attacks, but... we haven’t spoken much about it ourselves, yet. Maybe it’s time to change that.
I’m going to put the rest of this under a cut.
As some of you may be aware, Zero was abducted a few months ago. We suspect that the same group was behind the attack on the Yokohama Quirk Counseling and Psychotherapy Hospital a few weeks ago.
He was tortured.
I... They thought that they’d keep him longer, you know? Even though they only had him for three days. So, instead of bothering with the usual Quirk nulling drugs that some terrorist groups are known for utilizing, they...
His hands were...
Rendered— ineffective. I have to leave it at that— I hope you’ll all understand. The damage was reversed, but not without a cost, and I have people to protect.
His Quirk mutated while he was in captivity.
As anyone that’s taken basic Quirk Education courses knows, Quirk mutations are extremely rare. They’ve only been known to occur when the individual has been under extreme emotional or physical duress. There’s only been fifty two officially documented cases of Quirk mutation in recent history.
Well. Fifty three.
The sweat glands responsible for sweaty palms are called Eccrine glands. The areas of the highest concentration of Eccrine glands are the palms of the hands, the forehead... and the sole of the feet.
This is why Zero’s been able to ignite explosions from his soles as of late.
The mutation allowed him to escape. Backlash may have seen to his hands... but they never accounted for his feet.
And for all of you assholes out there that’re laughing it up about me going to a spa to get a fucking manicure— it’s training.
...Trying to get used to people touching my hands again. So shut the fuck up about it. Or I’ll kill you.
