Instead of rejecting his master's influence, Shigaraki melds to the quirk and it's strange sentience wholeheartedly- accepting it's desires as his. Theirs.
When Shigaraki awakens more powerful than ever, he realizes something is different. Activating ‘search’, Tomura looked out over the expanse of desolation he had created- seeing an all too familiar glimmer that caused a smile to break across his face. Surely, fate was playing right into his hands.
“Found you.”
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And what they want, is to finally take their little brother back under his control.
Once and for all.
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In honour of the most recent season and episode, and the amazingness that is Shigaraki, all of you guys better go and read this fic by @fluffybirb18 - if there's a time to pick it up, it's following this episode!
wels barely knocks on the door once before it opens and he’s pulled in. his armor makes a terrible rattle, and the door slams shut behind him.
“tell me everything you know about fairytales,” cleo demands, and wels blinks at her.
“um. hi hello to you too?” he laughs awkwardly. “uh, apparently when you said come asap i need fairytale expertise, you weren’t joking.”
cleo makes a face at him, and points at a table in the corner of the room. wels glances over, and —
well, look, there’s been no proper explanation, so it’s rather weird to see the frog trapped in the jar, staring at him like it can see his soul.
“i’m pretty sure that’s joe,” cleo announces, striding over to the frog jar. “he hasn’t answered my messages this morning. and look — it has little glasses markings around its eyes.”
…well, it’s not the weirdest situation he’s been a part of. wels inches closer, and peers at the frog. it indeed does have dark rings of green around its eyes, and wels watches, fascinated, as the thing presses one foot against the glass.
“you’re the fairytale guy, obviously,” cleo says, regardless of the fact that wels hasn’t said anything in return. “so you.. do you know anyway to reverse this? as annoying as joe is, i do enjoy his company, and i would prefer he wasn’t a frog.”
wels has a list of cures on the tip of his tongue, ready to help, when the door opens again.
“you would not believe, the day i’ve had, cleo,” joe mutters, closing the door behind him. “it’s been — oh. hello, wels. is that… a frog?”
cleo blinks. glances at wels, who is barely hiding his laughter, and turns back to the rather bemused joe with a deadpan stare.
Hugo gulped down his third cup of coffee and wiped his mouth. It was his and Varian’s anniversary and he wanted to make sure it was perfect.
Hence the reason he was up at the ass crack of dawn to make his beloved boyfriend breakfast. He had the table set with lit candles and a few wildflowers that matched Varian’s eyes. Careful not to spill a crumb, Hugo carried the tray of Varian’s favorite breakfast dishes to the table and stepped back to admire the set up. He knew his boyfriend would love it. Now, he had to face the challenge of waking said the boyfriend up.
Padding softly back into the bedroom Hugo smiled softly. Varian looked so comfy and relaxed in his sleeping state. He almost hated to disturb him. Almost hated.
Hugo grinned brightly and launched himself onto the bed and Varian who grunted sleepily, startled awake by the sudden weight.
“Morning Sunshine! Rise and shine!”
Varian groaned and tried to push Hugo to the side.
“Oomph, ‘Ugo what are you doing? And how much coffee have you had? I can smell it on your breath.” Varian mumbled, snuggling further under the covers.
“Go away, I’m sleeping in today.” The alchemist added, closing his eyes and trying to get back to sleep. Hugo pouted and thought.
“But babyyyy! It’s our anniversary! And I made you breakfast!” He pleaded giving his best puppy eyes. Varian huffed although he briefly considered getting up for breakfast.
“Then keep it warm for me. I’m sure it’s delicious.” He said, opting instead to roll onto his side so his back was to Hugo.
Groaning, the lanky blonde flopped back dramatically, once again squashing Varian beneath him.
“Oi! Get off you ass!” Varian complained before just giving up. Hugo wasn’t all that heavy anyway.
“Sorry, what did you just call me?” Hugo asked prodding lightly at Varian’s side, making him flinch.
“You heard me, now off!” Hugo smirked and did the exact opposite and maneuvered so he was pinning Varian down on his back.
“I don’t think you are in any position to be making demands, darling.” Hugo teased, holding Varian’s wrists beneath his knees. Varian glared up at him, clearly irked at being woken up.
“Whatever you think you’re doing, don’t. I’m warning you, I am not a morning person. Haven’t you figured that out by now?” Hugo snickered.
“‘Course I have. Why do you think this is how I’m waking you up? It’s always better to start the day with laughter.” He grinned as the realization dawned on his boyfriends face.
“Hugo. Don’t you- DARE!” Varian shrieked when Hugo latched onto his sides and dug in gently. Not enough to properly tickle, but it was enough to make Varian jumpy.
“Don’t I dare what, Stripes?” Hugo asked, batting his eyes innocently.
“Tickle me, you dummy!”
Hugo’s smile grew.
“Tickle you? No problem!” Varian let out a squeal and burst into bright giggles as Hugo attacked him with tickles.
“Nohohoho that’s not whahahahat I meant!”
“Mmmmh I dunno. It’s what I heard.” Hugo responded, switching to Varian’s tummy and poking mercilessly.
“Poke. Poke. Poke.” Hugo teased with each poke, making Varian turn bright red.
“Quihihit teasing!” Giggled the smaller boy, squirming madly. Hugo smirked.
“Nah, it’s fun.” He said before switching tactics and spidering along Varian’s lower tummy sending him into fits of squeals.
“Stohohohop! Hugooooo!” Varian whined through his giggles, although his escape attempts had lessened quite a bit. He really was starting to regret sleeping shirtless.
“Okay, no spiders got it. What about….. this!” Hugo declared scribbling quickly. Varian howled and shook his head wildly.
“Nohohohoho!”
“Alright fine! You decide then!” Hugo sat back, drumming his fingers lightly on Varian’s stomach. Varian felt his face heat up. Hugo’s teases always got to him and the bastard knew it! He was grinning down at him mischievously.
“Babe! You know I can’t chohoohoose!” Varian groaned, pouting at his mean boyfriend. Hugo sighed dramatically.
“Well, I have no other options here!” Technically that wasn’t true. Hugo had many ways of wrecking Varian senseless, but he loved teasing him.
Varian didn’t answer, too busy trying to melt into the mattress. He’d thought of one way Hugo had absolutely destroyed him, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to say it.
Luckily, he didn’t have to. Hugo had miraculously figured it out himself.
“Ooooh wait a minute! I remember now!” He grinned evilly at Varian as he lowered his head.
“Hope you’re ready for some good old raspberries!” Varian halfheartedly protested, but it was quickly swallowed by his laughter as Hugo blew raspberry after raspberry onto his belly and navel.
“HUHUHUHUGOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Hugo grinned against his boyfriends tummy.
“Hon, you know you love this.” He teased, speaking right against Varian’s navel making him squeal.
“IHHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!”
“Hmmm…. Yes that’s the point, dear.” Hugo said continuing his raspberry attack.
“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!”
With one more wild buck, Varian cackled, letting himself laugh until his stomach cramped. He was laughing so loudly that he didn’t even register the dull thunk and startled curse from Hugo hitting the floor. It took Varian a moment to process that the raspberries had abruptly stopped. As well as the weight pinning him down. He couldn’t help feeling a tad disappointed.
Sucking in oxygen he looked around the room until he spotted Hugo on the floor, rubbing his elbow looking slightly stunned and pouting up at him like a confused puppy.
“Shit! Babe I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Varian scrambled out of bed and knelt to check on his boyfriend.
“Damn, Goggles. I keep forgetting how strong you are!” Hugo said, chuckling. Once Varian was certain Hugo was okay, he swatted him gently.
“That’s what you get for waking me up!” He said, but he didn’t really mean it. Hugo snorted softly.
“Oh please. Like I don’t know you enjoyed every second of that.” He smirked as Varian turned scarlet.
“I-you- oh be quiet, asshole!” Varian stammered shoving Hugo playfully and making a run for it downstairs before Hugo had a chance to process the name calling. He knew Hugo was going to wreck him again for it, but for now he would settle for enjoying the breakfast his loving boyfriend had made him.
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A/N: Hiii! Hope you all are having a fantastic day! I was really excited about this prompt because I love the idea of using tickles to wake up your s/o! It’s just so cute! Anyway hope you all liked this story!
Soft waves brushed against the shore of a hidden beach. The only entrance being a small passageway through the towering cliffs that hide it. A familiar figure dressed in a red shirt with a simple pair of shorts and sandals, walked out from the small cave.
Kai shook off his sandals as he walked closer to the water. The sun just barely peaked over the horizon of the endless blue in front of him, ready to make it’s cycle and let the day rest. The Red Ninja let out a sigh as he sat in front of the small waves. The water brushing against his bare feet as Kai pulled his knees to his chest, and held them there.
Seagulls flew above, ready to head to their refuge for the night. The wind let out a chilling breeze as the warmth of the sun started fading. The Master of Fire’s bright amber colored eyes, stared deep into the water, shining with gathered up tears.
“Hey Nya...” Kai spoke out to himself, or rather to the ocean. His voice small and almost quiet, not his usual loud and confident tone.
“Swimming lesson went okay today,” Kai continued, letting out a small chuckle as he reached to rub the back of his neck and let his eyes drift around the hidden beach, his lips quirking up to a small smile, “I actually managed to go off from the shallow end this time, I can hardly believe it, haha.”
The ocean held no response as its waves continued being the only other sound around. Kai’s small smile that formed went away, bringing down his arm back to hugging his legs close.
“...Lloyd told me that some small crimes has been coming up, but he’s been taking care of them pretty well! Although, he’s been preferring to either go on his own, or only with Cole and Zane,” Kai explained, a small frown forming on his face, “although, I guess he’s doing it because he cares for me and Jay...”
Kai buried half his face behind his held up legs. His gaze burning into the small waves at his feet. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath, looking up once more with a small smile as he exhaled.
“But hey, don’t worry about me and Jay! We’re working on getting better! Jay even let us in on a little story that you two kept a secret. Something about a Dijinn? Either way I’m proud of you both and how strong you two were. I wish you would’ve told us sooner before Jay woke us all up from a nightmare he had,” Kai forced out a small and weak chuckle, attempting to keep the mood high, but it only went so far before a he was frowning once more, “although, I suppose I couldn’t blame you two either because said nightmare...”
The small waves slowly increased as the sun was just about set. The orange and yellows of the sunset slowly fading from the clouds, like a fire being blown out. There was nothing but silence except the sound of waves with the evening breeze, and the small sniffling that began to come out of the casually dressed Red Ninja.
“I miss you...” Kai admitted, his voice shaky, “I know I said I was getting better just now, but-but, everyday I wake up, and I expect my little sister to be there to nag me for being in the bathroom too long for styling my hair. My little sister there to pester Lloyd and Cole for stealing all the good donuts at breakfast. My little sister yell at me whenever I do something stupid! My little sister that would lay with Lloyd sometimes and hear those weirds purrs he does around us! I miss my little sister!”
Kai raised his voice, but it still sounded so broken. Getting out of his fetal like position to stand up and kick the sand and water at his feet, letting out a yell in frustration.
“I should’ve done more! I didn’t protect you! I should’ve gone down with you to the ocean, maybe I would’ve helped change the tide where it didn’t lead you to going away! I should’ve learned to swim sooner so I didn’t let Kalmaar get away with the amulet when we were in the same crashed vehicle! We should’ve gone to help Jay sooner so he wouldn’t have nearly drowned! I SHOULD’VE DONE MORE TO SAVE YOU!!” Kai screamed out all his anger and regret, continuing to kick the water and sand around him, stepping more into the ocean. His flames began gathering around his hands in small sparks, small flames sprouting from his mouth, steam to rising up from the water around him, “I SHOULD’VE DONE MORE TO SAVE YOU!!”
Fire exploded from Kai as he collapsed on his knees into the deeper water. The waves quickly extinguishing all from the explosion of fiery rage, only small trails of steam being left of the opposing element. Kai meanwhile, brought his hands up to cover his face as his rage became grief and let himself cry. Small teardrops slipping through into the waves below.
Kai just barely heard the sound of a falcon above him, flapping it’s mechanical wings as it lets out its cry of a successful find. Looking up from his hands, Kai noticed the sun had completely set. It was so late, of course the others would want to try and find them, so Zane sent out his falcon to help do the job.
Kai wiped his eyes from the remaining tears, barely finding it in himself to stand up, turn around to get his sandals and wait for the others to pick him up. He knew he wasn’t ready to go, he still had more grief to let out. However, Kai didn’t want to burden any of the others with his own, not when they were in a stage of grief as well, especially Jay. Having them pick him up from a secluded beach was enough to put on them. Although, Kai was at least grateful for himself for not-
“Kai...”
Right in the middle of reaching down to pick up the sandals left on the beach, Kai froze. His amber eyes, red from his crying, blown wide open as a familiar ethereal voice spoke behind him in a small echo.
Kai didn’t want to turn around, it couldn’t be real. He’s heard of people hallucinating and hearing their lost loved ones before, but in the end there truly was nothing there. There was no way she would be there. No way.
But in the end, Kai stood up straight and turned around to meet her.
Plit...plit...plit...
As Toshinori stumbled into his office, his blood dripped down in a ghastly trail behind him. He was quick to shut the door then hobbled to his desk.
The bottom left drawer held bandages,, the bottom right cleaning supplies. He pressed his hand against his side with a grimace, fumbling out paper towels and cleaning solution.
Leaving the drawer open, he awkwardly wiped the tile floor, soaking up the crimson spots.
"...and your office will of course have luxurious carpet in whatever color you choose," Principal Nezu had chirped.
"Tile," Toshinori had quietly but firmly replied.
"Hmm? But why?"
"I imagine I may be called upon even while I teach here. And it's imperative that no one know my secret, sir."
"Well of course, but how would carpet--"
The tall blond had burst into a sudden fit of coughing at that moment. Embarrassed, he had fought to regain control then held his blood speckled hand out.
"Tile can be washed" he explained, eyes elsewhere. "Carpet stains."
The principal had regarded Toshinori with his bright beady eyes then nodded. "Oh I quite understand!" he replied amicably.
A few moments later, he was at his desk and glanced back to make sure he got all the spots
Toshi swore darkly.
The trail was still there, thicker and darker. Idiot, he scolded himself. In such a hurry, I didn't think.
He quickly dug into the left drawer now, his internal anxiety clock ticking loudly. Sure that any moment, someone would burst through the door.
Hurry hurry hurry!
Izuku's footsteps were loud in the silent hallway as he headed to All Might's office as he did every day after school. Sometimes Toshi was there, sometimes he wasn't, but he was okay with Izuku waiting for him and doing some homework. Then they would usually work side-by-side, Toshi on paperwork, Izuku on more homework, the only sounds turning pages and the clicking keyboard. Unless I take a nap... can I afford the time? Will he let me? Well, he's never objected... I've never asked, strictly speaking, but. He shifted the backpack on his shoulders. I can at least take my shoes and jacket off, that'll be nice. He smiled softly, glad to have a place to be so comfortable and casual in.
As he approached Toshi's office, he heard the small clicking and thumping of someone interacting with the desk in there. Oh, good, he's in. He tapped on the door, opening it a crack. "Hi..."
Toshinori froze guiltily as he heard the tap, watched the door begin to swing open. Nononono shi--!!
Then heard the voice and relaxed fractionally. At least the kid already knows my secret. But he doesn't need to see me like this.
He grabbed at the bandage roll, hoping to cover his wounds before Midoriya saw them... then groaned as he lost his hold on it. The roll seemed to almost gleefully bounce off the desk and tumble toward the boy at the door, unraveling like mad.
Izuku froze, eyes wide, heart spiking in his chest.
Then...
"...Dang. What happened to you?" He opened the door all the way, picking up what was left of the bandage roll and walking over to the desk, trying to keep his voice casual. I'm probably succeeding... don't overact it... or just don't be worried, I'm sure this happens a lot. Keep yourself a pleasant presence, yes....
Don't freak the kid out. He may know your secret but let's not ruin his idea of heroes for now.
"Runaway Quirk," he explained, accepting the limp bundle that had been a tightly wound bandage roll. "This poor woman had something like massive porcupine quills. She was having a bad day and I tried my best to help her." His upper left arm was sliced in several spots, his right forearm a bit as well. His dress shirt was understandably in tatters, barely hiding the puncture wound on his right side. "Easily fixed. Was just trying when you showed up."
Izuku winced sympathetically, hissing through his teeth. "Ooh. Yeah, that stinks. Can I help at all?"
Don't show weakness.
Toshinori sat up stiffly, grinning. "Nah, I should be fine!" He attempted to wrap his upper arm in the bandages, grimacing in pain and growling in soft frustration as the bandage thwarted his attempts to control it.
"..."
Aahh...
"...Are...you sure?" Izuku's voice sounded somewhere between concerned and puzzled. Surely he can't be serious... does he dislike my help for some reason? Does he not think I can do it? "I know how to wrap a bandage, it's okay..." He tilted his head, eyebrows wrinkling.
Toshinori fought with the bandage a moment longer as what he had managed to wrap was already staining red. "I don't want to trouble you," he replied. "This is noth--" He hissed sharply through his teeth as his wounds began to painfully throb in immediate disagreement.
"...Forgive me, but I think I'll be more distressed if I walk away," Izuku pointed out matter-of-factly.
Toshi's head began to ache in tandem with his wounds. "Perhaps," he said with some difficulty, clutching his side, "you're right. Some medical practice. A grand idea. All right, come here." He gestured toward the bottom left drawer before wincing again.
Izuku knelt on one knee, opening the drawer. His movements became softer and more fluid in response to Toshi's strained voice. He looked up attentively, waiting for the next instruction.
"Antiseptic," he wheezed. "Some thicker bandaging material." He began to realize the steps he had skipped in his wasted haste. "I'll need you to...ah..." He looked guiltily at Izuku, the dark circles under his eyes very evident. "This could get unpleasant. Are you sure?"
Izuku’s eyes were soft, but expressionless, as was his voice. He nodded once. “I’m sure.”
Toshi gazed at the boy for a moment and felt something stir within his chest. Gratitude? Pride in this boy? Sudden determination to be as brave as young Midoriya was being at the moment?
Kid....
He opened his mouth to say something then shook his head, ears pinking. "All right. I'll need you to pour some of that antiseptic on that cloth and press it against these slashes on my upper arm. I might get...ah...loud..."
Izuku’s jaw tightened for a moment, but he hoped it wasn’t noticeable. “Alright,” he nodded again, putting the antiseptic on the cloth as requested, then standing, ready to put it on. He paused, asking, “...Do you need anything to bite on? I usually use my sleeve, but...” he motioned to Toshi’s ragged business-shirt sleeve. “Well, that’s not gonna work.”
Toshi seemed to only half hear him, resigning himself to being about to destroy his fan's image of him. "Hmm? No no, nothing like that. I promise you, if it were that bad I would be visiting Recovery Girl." He rolled back the tatters of his sleeve and took a deep breath. "Whenever you're ready."
"Well-- if you're sure... do you want a countdown or not?" No, wait, I shouldn't have said that, that's one sentence too many, don't keep him waiting-- but I can't DO it now, that'd be rude...
Toshi regarded his student with a gentle smile. "That's thoughtful of you. But no," he added, tensing up once more. "Let's go ahead and power through this, what do you say?"
"Alright." He put the cloth on, being as gentle as he could.
Toshi's reaction was immediate. His back arched rigidly and he bared his teeth in a dangerous scowl. His eyes squeezed shut as cords stood out on his neck.
Don't scream, it'll freak the kid out, don't scream don't don't don't
"I'm sorry," Izuku whispered quietly. I know it hurts a lot.
Tears stood in his eyes as he tried to smile. "No, I'm sorry for making you do this," he rasped out. "You don't have to continue if you don't want to."
You don't have to smile. "I don't want to stop." He kept it on the wound a moment longer, counting to ten in his head, then took it off. "That's good, right?"
Toshi's muscles untensed as he smiled for real. Kid....! "Yeah," he replied in a somewhat strained voice. "Yeah, that's true."
"Oh you mean the--" Toshi peeked at the bandage and grimaced at the amount it had soaked up. "--uh, yeah, yeah, you're doing great. Just a few more spots to get."
Haven't even checked my back yet.
"Okay. Where next?"
"Up to you, really. Plenty to choose from, heheheh--ow."
Izuku winced in commiseration again. "You got any pain relievers anywhere?"
Toshi's eyes grew wide. "Oh YEAH!" He almost slapped his own forehead... if it wasn't for the headache he'd surely give himself doing so. "Dig in that drawer some more for me, please."
"Sure!" He crouched down again, rummaging about, looking for bottles. He held one up. "This one?"
Pain-bright eyes squinted at the bottle and Toshi nodded. "That's the one. Thank you, young Mi--"
Weak.
Torino's voice. Toshi tried not to squirm.
Izuku read the instructions on the bottle and shook out a pill, holding it out to Toshi. "You need water?"
Can't even sort out your own medicine let alone bandage yourself.
...stop...
Toshi rubbed his aching head, trying to listen to his student.
Some great hero, tcha! You shouldn't even need medicine. If you had taken care of One for All like you were supposed to--
Stop.
Young Midoriya asked him something but Toshi couldn't hear him over the relentless Torino gremlin running amok in his head now.
--then you wouldn't even need help. Back in my day--your MASTER'S day--we were actually made of sterner stuff. But here you are, whimpering like some lost abandoned puppy with a thorn in its paw. Shaming every hero that came before you, shaming your Master--
"I said STOP!"
Izuku froze, shrunk against the desk, eyes wide. N-no you didn't!! What did I do wrong?? I'm sorry!!
Toshi looked up, his heart freezing as he realized he said the last aloud.
Your fault.
His breathing was ragged, his eyes remorseful. "Forgive me," he mumbled. "That was not directed at you, I swear."
Izuku's face morphed to concern, though his body stayed frozen. "Then-- who..."
And now he thinks you're crazy. Perfect. Just keep digging that hole, junior.
Toshi stared at his hands miserably, wanting to talk but not wishing to burden so young a face with such adult problems. "...water, please," he whispered, hating himself for shutting Izuku out.
"...Okay...." Izuku placed the pill in Toshi's hand carefully, making sure his hand was gentle when it brushed against the large, shaking one. Standing up from where he crouched, he set his backpack on a mostly-clear part of the desk, pulling out a partially-empty sports bottle and holding it out. "Is this good? I can go and get a cup from the break room if no."
"This is perfect," Toshi replied, really meaning it.
"Okay." Izuku smiled softly, more in his eyes and voice than his mouth.
Coddled by a child.
Toshi placed the pill in his mouth and sipped water. ...and what is wrong with feeling cared for?
The Torino voice fell silent at that.
"You're still bleeding," Izuku half-whispered. "That's a lot of blood gone so far, are you sure you shouldn't be worried?"
Toshinori's face crinkled pleasantly. "Kind of goes with the job," he confessed. "I uh... can you ah..." His ears blushed red now.
"Yeah?" He tilted his head. ...Keep going? Do something else? Oh dear, I should hurry... he's still bleeding, that's bad....
"I haven't really looked at my back. Could you ah..."
I need a new shirt.
He pulled out more bandages and poured antiseptic on them. "...check it for me while I get my arm here, please?"
"Yeah, I can." Izuku moved around to the back of the chair. "How did she get your back, anyway?"
"She was like that one blue character in your video games--the speedy hedgehog? Mach? ...anyway, she was moving kind of like that and I was shielding some bystanders."
Izuku blinked. "Ma--Sonic, but yeah." Didn't they have Sonic when you were a kid?? "--Oompf, yeah. That must have been really hard." Did you not get to play video games? ...Aaww, that's sad.... Right away, he noticed a large patch of blood staining a mostly-intact patch of shirt on Toshi's shoulder. "Okay yeah, there's definitely something there... I can't really get a look at it, though." He took a look at the rest of the ruined garment. "Your shirt is... pretty much done for, though..." He grimaced. "Do you think I should cut it instead of you taking it off?"
Toshi gave an embarrassed smile. "Maybe. I'm sure me trying to take it off would prove both futile and possibly pull some muscles I shouldn't be moving at the moment. Ah, scissors are in the other drawer."
Izuku nodded (which Toshi couldn’t see) and moved to poke in the other drawer.
Toshi bit his lip. The kid might have to dig some bits out, too. That's asking a lot, even from someone as devoted as him.
Izuku pulled out the scissors, keeping them angled down and away from Toshi as he moved to the back of the chair again, then carefully and quickly snipping through the remnants of the bloodied shirt.
Toshi cringed and waited for the pull of shredded fabric from skin... completely unaware of the three inch piece of Quirk quill still embedded just below his shoulder blade, like some large splinter.
Izuku carefully snipped around it, leaving a small piece of fabric stuck with the quill in Toshi's back, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"How is it back there?" A tiny snort of a giggle--oh no a pun ee hee!--quickly dissolved as he remembered he needed to remain professional.
Also, laughing hurt.
...but it was a nice pun. Maybe--does young Midoriya like puns?
"...nnh." Izuku let his head thunk onto the headrest of the chair. A muffled snort escaped.
Toshi heard the groan and began to apologize for the words...when he heard the snort. Turning his head carefully, he looked to Izuku with faintly impish eyes. "You caught that, huh?"
“I did.”
A smile was threatening to sneak out. "....my apologies, I kinda like wordplay. Must be a hero thing," he explained quickly. "The quippy one liners and all. Yeah!"
“I’ve noticed,” Izuku continued to snip, grinning. “And they’re all very funny...” he got stuck at the collar.
A warmth was flickering in Toshi's chest now, hopeful. "Y-yeah? ...oh hey, having trouble there? ....wait, what is THAT?" And he pointed the piece of fabric still lodged below his shoulderblade.
"...Ahm."
One eyebrow rose, the other scrunched down. "Ahm?"
"That's a piece I couldn't get out. That, if her quills work like porcupine quills, I probably can't get out." His voice softened regretfully. "...All Might..."
Toshi's breath caught sharply in his throat, not at this new information but at the tone the boy used saying his name. It sounded...concerned? worried? scared?
Izuku's voice was so low and small it was almost a whisper. "I don't... think I can do this properly. You've lost a lot of blood, n... I've never taken care of anything this serious before. Do you think...."
You IDIOT.
The Torino voice was back.
"Oh my boy, please forgive me. I foolishly thought that I--"
Admitting you screwed up?
Toshi's gaze dropped. "Let me call Recovery Girl. Could you....could you stay with me?"
"Of course..." His hand curled carefully around an unhurt part of Toshi's arm. "I'm sorry. Believe me, I would have avoided her too if I could," he said with a small, lopsided smile.
"Don't get the wrong idea," Toshi replied firmly. "If you are hurt like this--though I pray it won't happen often--please, please seek medical help as soon as possible." He looked guiltily at his stained shirt tatters. "I came here because I thought I could-- I mean, because her office is much farther than mine. And people would have worried." And discovered my secret. "I don't want that."
"Yeah, I would. I don't think I could move much in the position you're in." He grimaced, finally managing to get through the shirt collar. "...Though to be fair, I think people would worry more if they saw you with infected old wounds... of course, I'm sure you didn't know how bad it was, given your surprise at... that." He gestured towards the quill, gently moving the shirt and discovering an entirely new form of panic. "...Ah."
"You keep making new noises that I'm not entirely sure I'm comfortable with," Toshi teased. "What is ah?"
"Sorry. Uhm." Izuku looked a bit like a nervous frog, his voice squeaky. "I maaaaay have uhhmmmmm snippedatinybitofyourhairimsorry"
Toshi b l i n k e d. Very. S l o w l y.
"HERE, EAT THIS!"
"Ah," he replied in the same tone young Midoriya used, unsure how to respond to this new information amid all the rest.
"It's just a tiny bit, I promise! You can't even notice, it's just..." he gently brushed at the little snippings of Toshi's dandelion floof. "There's, ahm. Bits."
"Bits," Toshi squeaked.
Did he shiver just now as the kid brushed the newly snipped bits? Goosebumps speckled his arms and the warm feeling in his chest grew a bit more.
I'm torn up, losing blood, getting a haircut while having a spine imbedded in me....and yet I'm ok with this. ....??????
"You can't even tell, really... it's just-- I don't want it to get into the wounds... a-and of course it's your hair, I didn't mean to obviously but--"
Toshi snorted. Then giggled. The giggles became laughter. And though it hurt, the laughter grew louder.
"aaAaAaaAA"
Toshi jumped at that, then winced in pain. "Good or bad?" he gasped.
"--Huh? ...Oh. Sorry. I was just still freaking out that I cut your hair."
"Oh right!" Toshi snorted again and then winced again. "Doncha worry, my power doesn't leak out of my hair! That was a one time thing."
"...Oh. That's good." Didn't even think of that....
Even so, Toshi tried to peek at the golden snippets. "Oh right, I was calling Recovery Girl."
Izuku nodded. "I think it's safest, yes. I don't think I could pull that spine out without... well." He made a face. "Doing a lot of damage I'd rather not describe." He looked at the chair. And the floor. And his hands. "Also, you're bleeding Everywhere. And I'm not sure you can keep that up for long."
Toshi made a moue of distaste, glancing about the room. "Hrhm. True." Is it bad that I'm super curious to see the spine? How did I not even notice--wait. ow. OW. Oh there it is. O W. frack.
He held up one of his few unstained fingers to silence Izuku as he called the nurse's office.
Izuku nodded, placing the slightly sticky scissors on the desk. He watched Toshi make the call, wondering if there was anywhere he was supposed to be applying pressure until medical assistance got there.
A/N: Spooky encouraged watching the show, and I quickly got hooked, so here’s a quick thing that I wanted to do with the best boy. I’m overwhelmed in projects and stuff for classes right now, which is what gave me the idea. He may be a bit OOC, it is my first time writing anything with the boys, but enjoy!!
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You had been focusing on your school work a lot lately and hardly took the time to do anything else. This was starting to take its toll on you, but you didn’t want to let on to this, or let it get in the way of the work that you still needed to do.
However, you weren’t the only one that was being affected by your overworking. Your puppy of a boyfriend, Reggie missed you when you weren’t at band rehearsals, and it was even worse now that the two of you could actually touch (you still didn’t understand the situation but ever since they had performed with Julie at the Orpheum, you had been able to see and touch Reggie and his other bandmates just as Julie could). He loved having you watch them play, and the boys and Julie took your suggestions to heart when you had something you thought that they needed to fix. Not having you there made the boy sad, and he messed up more often.
When they were done practicing, and you still hadn’t shown up to Julie’s studio, Reggie decided that he was going to pop by and see you. When he appeared in your room, and you gave him barely more than a glance, he frowned. Usually you would be happy to see him, not brushing off the fact that he was there. He leaned against you, arms lightly bracing himself on your shoulders and his chin resting on the top of your head as he looked at the work you were doing.
“Hey babe.” He hummed excitedly. You made a small noise in response, keeping your eyes on the paper. You had a big project that needed to be done, and had told him as much, but Reggie didn’t think that it would take this much time. He sighed and moved off of you, plopping down on the edge of your bed, sighing and took the time to look at you. You were hunched over in your chair, your hair pulled back in a limp bun to keep it from your face. Your face was set in a frown, rather than the soft smile that Reggie had gotten used to. Bags had formed under your eyes, and he wondered how long it had been since you had gotten rest and sighed, before getting up again.
He grabbed the back of your rolling chair, swinging you around to face him, much to your chagrin. “Reggie-” He cut off your reply, shaking his head.
“You have a week left to get this project done, and from the looks of it, you’ve already got it the most of the way done. When was the last time you slept, cookie?” When you had to actually stop and consider the question, Reggie shook his head.
“Nope. Unacceptable.” He stood and started to shuffle the papers, carefully stacking them in the pages of the book that was open, and closed them in, marking the page and keeping them in order. He knew how important school was to you, and didn’t want to get in the way of that. Unless you didn’t stop and take care of yourself. Only then would he step in.
“What are you doing, Reg? I need to finish this!”
Your ghost boy turned back to you, scooping you out of the chair you were sitting in. You gasped in surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck. “No, you need to take a break and take a nap with me.” He hummed and spun around, taking you to your bed. You laughed, your ire forgotten when he gently dropped you onto the covers. He pulled the blanket out from under you, placing it over you. He crawled under them with you, turning to face you. You pouted, and he chuckled.
“Just give yourself some time. The project will be there when you wake up. Right now, though, close your eyes and get some rest. Cuddle me, cookie.” He held his arms out and you giggled before pressing yourself into his waiting arms. Reggie wrapped them around you, and you nuzzled into his neck. He stroked your hair softly, dropping a kiss onto the top of your head.
“Thank you, cupcake.” You smiled. Reggie hummed in response, uncharacteristically quiet. You knew his game by now though. The boy thought if he stayed quiet, kept his eyes closed, and evened his breathing, you would think that he had fallen asleep, and you would give up trying to get him to talk and fall asleep yourself. He would try it each time he thought you needed to get more sleep. You couldn’t deny the fact that you found the little game that Reggie would play was cute, and, just to rile a reaction from him (And partially because you wanted to) you lifted your head from his shoulder and placed a kiss on the tip of the ghost’s nose.
Reggie wrinkled his nose in response, giving himself away. You laughed softly, returning your face to the crook of his neck.
“Get some sleep, cookie.”
You fell asleep rather quickly in his arms, having been tired from not really sleeping before, and comfortable against his chest. Reggie was quick to follow, and the room fell in a soft silence, the only sound was soft snores coming from the two of you.
@joeybelle tagged me to post the first paragraph(s) of still unposted works (chapters). And - shock - I didn’t chose Vision. Instead I pikced the first paragraph of a story from Joshua’s past (ok, that’s a little bit from Vision) and the first paragraph of the last chapter of These Three Remain. It’s still not finished, I profusely apologize to @timeforalongstory and @eridaniepsilon
Panama
In a bar in Panama sat a man. He drank warm scotch.
Joshua Taylor pulled his sweat-soaked shirt away from his body and grinned without humor. There had to be a joke in there somewhere, he knew, but if it was, it was hidden by swirling cacophony of Spanish around him and the Middle American summer heat. Cigarette smoke and the sweat of a dozen men trying to escape the outside world had turned the bar into a sauna. Had a tourist managed to accidentally walk in, the air would have propelled them right back out the door.
And now these three remain - Chapter 19
He was running again. Breaking through the underbrush between night lack trees with blood streaming down his legs.
In the distance, wolves howled. The smell of an Alpha and almost Matthieu had asked for his father, stopped and hoped he was caught by strong hands. But there were no strong hands left for him.
Cold water splashed around his feet, locking his muscles. One more step, twenty, a hundred.
When he fell, the earth open around him, roots of trees older than any of them caging him in.
The wolves growled outside.
Sandalwood, cinnamon and the smell of the open sea wrapped around him. Freedom, warmth, the smells of new spring with the trees committed to new life and the sun.
