WIP idk if I'm gonna come back and render fully but I love love loveee the way this turned out i think is is the best foreshortening ive ever done
I wrote a sort of oneshot of Ito and Hizashi's first interaction in my fanfic and immediately had to draw it so that's what this is. I'll leave the scene I wrote below the cut for anyone interested in the context :D
After the first round had wrapped up, the heard had been thinned out significantly. The majority of people moving on to the second round were hero course students, that’s how it always goes, but there were a handful of support course kids as well. Hizashi looked around with a massive grin on his face, heart racing, and sweating, searching for his best friend—there’s not a doubt in his mind that Oboro had managed to keep pace, he wouldn’t drop out in the first round after all.
As Hizashi was pushing through the crowd of contestants, someone was abruptly shoved into him, nearly toppling him over until he got his footing and held the other guy upright. Apparently, he was in the middle of an argument with Sensoji, not even bothering to turn and apologize for ramming into Hizashi as he continued to shout. “You could’ve killed that girl, the hell was I supposed to do? Let you?”
Hizashi saw the rage on Sensoji’s face and immediately put himself between the two of them, trying to break up the fight before it got worse. “Woah, woah. Calm down dude,” he said to his classmate. “What’s going on here?” He looked back to the other kid who he now realized had modified their sports uniform, wearing a hood and some sort of scarf around his neck.
“This guy grabbed me and interfered with my quirk,” Sensoji shouted, jabbing a finger in the kid’s direction.
“Because you were being reckless with it,” the stranger seethed.
“Uh- who are you,” Hizashi asked, staring at him in bewilderment with a healthy mix of admiration as well—it takes guts to stand up to Sensoji’s arrogance, especially from someone outside their class. “Are you with the support department,” he wonders aloud, glancing at the strange material of the winding fabric on his shoulders.
The kid’s glare turned toward him now, quiet and contemplative. “Gen. Ed., actually,” he said in a low tone.
"No shit." Hizashi’s brows shot up before turning to grin wildly at his classmate. “You were taken down by a scrawny kid from Gen. Ed.?”
“He didn’t take me down, you idiot! I said he messed with my quirk!”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” the mysterious guy said with an eyeroll. “Just be more careful when there are other people around you. Your quirk is powerful.” Then he turned and walked away.
“I don’t need you to tell me how—”
Hizashi grabbed his arm as he moved to follow the guy. “Dude, it’s not worth it. Just leave him alone.” Sensoji ripped his arm away and turned in the opposite direction, grumbling about how great he is under his breath. Hizashi shook his head at the humorous sight before glancing back for the other boy, only to find he had disappeared in the crowd.
As he stared through the mingling students, he realized he didn’t get the guy’s name.
“What was that about,” a familiar voice said curiously, sliding an arm over his shoulder.
“Some Gen. Ed. kid kicked Sensoji’s ass,” he said, eyes still searching for that dark hood.
“Seriously,” Oboro sprang to life with excitement, following his gaze toward the mix of students. “I gotta meet this guy!”
“He was intersting, that’s for sure," Hizashi nodded, grinning.
uhhh erasernight with an oddly specific dynamic? for some reason. specifically, "losers who bonded over a shared love for gl/bl only to find out they're both trans"- i came up with it after the last kiss chain drawing ='P
works both platonically or romantically tbh! nem is meant to be reading. IT DOESNT LOOK LIKE A BOOK. orz
ID: digital sketches of a transmasc midnight and a transfem aizawa, both in their second year and UA uniforms, serenely resting against each other as the former reads a book. above them is a doodle of aizawa sternly reminding, "bind safely you IDIOT", to which midnight taps his fingers with a googly-eyed look of guilt, both the look and the text above referencing the japanese "pien" meme. end ID.
ID: numerous digital doodles. one features aizawa looking to the side with a slightly disapproving look. beside is her speaking to sensoji, whose hands tense up as he shouts "what do you mean you transitioned!? i can't pick on no girl!!!" to which an irritated aizawa responds "what the genuine fuck." below, aizawa is thinking about ganriki neko cats, and beside that, midnight is facing the viewer with a confident grin. end ID.
like, have you guys ever seen that joke that fujoshis often end up being transmasc? that inspired me to draw transmasc bl/gl enjoyer midnight LOL. i like the idea of nem freaking out about a cute manga scene and spamming sho with panels (which sho doesn't mind at all)
plus additional doodles i don't really like, but yeah happy birthday aizawa. also i like to think that sensoji refuses to be mean to girls, LMAO.
...OH i also forgot to add, thank you everyone for 100 followers! i'm very happy people enjoy my art! <3
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Fun Kimono Rental in Asakusa: Beauty and a Lot of Tourists
Wearing a kimono in Asakusa might just be the most touristy thing to do—and my sister was all in. She booked us at Rikawafuku, a kimono rental shop in the area. The service was okay—efficient and clearly catered to tourists—with a wide range of colours, styles, and accessories to choose from. They even had modern lace pieces and cute extras like hair clips and bags, which my sister was very into.
The full package came to around ¥22,000 for both of us, including hair styling, shoes, and accessories. Pricey? Yes. Pretty? Yes.
My sister went full drama with a red and black theme, while I floated along in soft pastels. Walking? Not so elegant. We both adopted the classic pigeon-toed shuffle just to keep things from unravelling.
We headed to Sensoji Temple—absolutely heaving with people. I’d been before in 2017, and it was busy then, but 2025 said “hold my kimono.” It was chaos in a kimono. Still, the day was filled with laughs, selfies, and slight tripping hazards.
We made it back to the shop just before a downpour of freezing rain. All in all, it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. And by that, I mean... never again.