Hello! If you still are doing the drawing meme can we perhaps get Kudou + 👪? (Could be found or just the blood relation family type of thing)
a very serious conversation held at the end of the time travel sensate ofa au.

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Hello! If you still are doing the drawing meme can we perhaps get Kudou + 👪? (Could be found or just the blood relation family type of thing)
a very serious conversation held at the end of the time travel sensate ofa au.
BNHA 419 Highlights✍️👶
Full (+Hero) Names of Banjo and En!
5️⃣ Lariat and 6️⃣ Smoke-Eater
Kotaro really got played like a fiddle, huh? 😔🚶♀️➡️
Brb, lemme just-😫🤧🤢😵💫
Saw a spoiler(😕) earlier this week supposing that it could’ve been Air Walk, and it seems highly likely at this point. Bummer.
Sooo, where’s the other half now, worstie?🤪
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Worstie?
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There’s no way. I’m done.
RACING AU - Toshinori is one of the first graduates from the One for All Racing Academy, managed by Nana, and after an incredible debut last year when he scored points for 🌟FA (Nana's license to drive was unceremoniously revoked by AFO, because he is a dick), he's signed on for the 20XW season!
*This is not a Formula 1 AU, or even a Super Formula Championship AU. This is a world where AFO has clawed together enough time, money, and influence to host his own All for One Racing Series in Japan. Yoichi, with Kudou and Bruce, are playing a very long game in attempting to pave a new way forward for Japan racing.
Since it's spooky season, what do you think the OFA vestiges would dress up as for Halloween?
This year they're just going as the classics.
Yoichi is a skeleton
Kudou is a half-assed Frankenstein's monster (has the screws glued onto his neck)
Bruce is a pirate
Shinomori is Dracula
Banjo is a mad scientist
En is a (little) devil
Nana is a werewolf
vestige!Toshinori is one of those tablecloth ghosts
couriers
En 👯♀️
(Does found family count? 😅)
messier doodle! shinomori's sharing oranges
Can I ask for 23 with Banjo and En?
Thank you
23. carrying the other one in their arms | en & banjo | wc: 220
a/n: implied pre-sixthtorino
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“You’re heavier than I thought you’d be,” Banjo commented.
“I’m going to beat you up,” En said, already squirming to escape the bridal carry. It was totally unnecessary. Where did his role model get off on trying to impose a curfew on a fellow pro-hero? Granted, it was the witching hour, and En was running on the fumes of the last handful of almonds he crammed in for dinner, but still! Who didn’t miss a rung or two on a fire escape ladder when trying to scramble down a rooftop and provide back-up to Lariat?
“Uh-huh, yeah, sure. Before or after Gran Torino happens on the scene?”
“He would help me.” En made one more valiant lurch sideways, but Banjo only had to readjust his hold once to get a better grip. And a building headache dizzied En, worsened by Banjo’s heavy-soled gait as they presumably went to go find a clinic. “You know he’s actually helping me build muscle mass? That’s why I’m heavier than I look.”
Banjo gave him a critical once-over.
“Don’t. Don’t even.”
“Did I say anything?” He let the silence rest for a beat, and then, because his senior couldn’t resist teasing this poor junior, Banjo innocently said, “You’ve been hoarding a lot of red bean snacks in your pocket, Doraemon--oof! Hey! Watch the goods!”
17. holding the other's chin up | en & daigoro | wc: 306
En flinched away from Daigoro’s tender mercies, yelping at a pitch high enough to shatter his eardrums if not the mirror. He counted his blessings. Experience had taught Daigoro that En was able to flood an enclosed room with smoke in seconds, and the trigger for Smokescreen rested on a twitchy flight instinct. A bit of ringing in his ears was a small price to pay for clean air.
“I’m fine!” En said, batting at the alcohol-soaked cotton ball.
“You nearly got your throat cut, soot sprite. And ‘nearly’ is me being very generous. C’mere, you little--” Daigoro stopped bothering with niceties and fitted his hand along the jawline, firmly set his thumb at the underside of En’s chin, and tilted the stubborn head back.