Imagine If Instead Of A Strength Enhancer, One For All Was A Charisma Enhancer.

dating all might all might’s secretary is pretty tough

Oh, no! Now there are two of them!

self-indulgent canon AU where Sorahiko is a sentient manifestation of One for All (call that a spirit guardian) that gets passed down the line. wc: ~750

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When Yoichi's brother forces the meta ability into him, tying this new thing to the very core of Yoichi’s being, it takes time for the consequences to unfurl. Yoichi is curled on his side, shivering on the floor. It’s dark again. Oppressively so, and lonely besides. The only sound is his shallow breathing and the rustle of his loose clothes against stone.

“This is fucked up,” says a low, rumbling voice. Yoichi freezes.

It’s not his brother. He doesn’t think anyone could’ve slipped in while the door was open either.

“Are you even awake?” the voice demands. “Hey! Yoichi!”

There’s a—there’s a—! Yoichi jerks away from the cold hand pressing against his shoulder, a garbled shriek flying free from his throat. The person who’s somehow slipped into the vault with him curses, but doesn’t chase after Yoichi, even as he scrambles to put his back against a wall. He breathes heavily. His ribs ache. 

“Yoichi,” says the voice. “This is not the time to freak out.”

“Who are you? And how did you get in here, past my brother?” Yoichi snaps back.

“Oh, that’s easy. He brought me in.” There’s a shuffling sound. He hopes that means the stranger is simply sitting instead of preparing to pounce. “As for who I am… well. I don’t think I ever got a name. The man whose meta ability your brother stole, he wasn’t terribly creative. And your meta ability has done something to me, the biggest change of which is that I can,” and here, the stranger snaps his fingers twice, “be here.”

“You’re a meta ability?” 

“In the flesh.”

“You have a conscious?”

“Something like it,” he agrees. “Not sure what I look like, to be honest. Our digs leave a lot to be desired.”

Yoichi is dizzied, and he can’t determine if this is another fainting spell or just the sheer unbelievability of what the man is saying. He and his brother have encountered more Meta Abilities over the years, but very, very few of them have manifested a separate (yet still linked) being. His brother tried one, once, and immediately offloaded the ability into a different person, claiming that he didn’t have the tolerance to play host to any being with an opinion he couldn’t shut down. Yoichi, a decade past wanting an imaginary friend to help him restrain his brother, simply let the issue go.

“Hold on,” he says, weakly. “You’re saying… you keep saying… are you my meta ability?”

A slow, sarcastic clapping. “At least you said it out loud.”

“The one my brother gave me?”

“No. Something more.” A contemplative hum, and then the odd sound of squeaking rubber. “The better question to ask is, how do I go away? Or, most importantly, can I be harmed?”

The detached interest in the stranger’s tone spurs Yoichi into stilted action, spiked by the oppressive darkness and smothered by the sheer fear of an unknown factor existing in the vault. A being tethered to him, like he to his brother. He doesn’t want to let this stranger go, which he most certainly will once his brother finds out that Yoichi now has someone closer to his soul than family.

“No, no,” he blurts out, reaching and recoiling and wanting to die and live and weep. “No, please don’t go—!”

He crashes against a wall. Well, a person who might as well be a wall, made of strange cold skin and a peculiar scratchy fabric. Arms go up and what must be hands flutter at Yoichi’s limbs. “Careful,” he hears, “careful, geez, watch your elbows.”

Eventually, Yoichi realizes that he must be sitting on his meta ability’s lap. He is being hugged, and there is a strange soothing stroke of a finger at one jutting ridge of an ankle. Against his face, the scratchy fabric warms.

“Do you want to be named?” he asks. “You can choose your own name, actually. We’ll find you a book or something.”

“You don’t feel any title on the tip of your tongue? So much for innate knowledge.”

“According to you, you’re not even my original meta ability.”

“No. I’m more.”

Yoichi gingerly explores the dimensions of his meta ability, hyperaware of how it must feel to be pawed at, blindly. There’s a face. A peculiar strip of fabric that bridges the nose. Feathery strands of hair. “I don’t know what happens next,” he whispers. “There’s no world where I get to keep you.”

His meta ability holds him a little tighter, and doesn’t say anything back.

And they have been together ever since (canon and real)

Hi something i have been wondering is how would your deku react if he were to meet kimbapchan's deku?

i think he would be appropriately bamboozled.

i tried too mimic the way @kimbapchan draws Izukus hair too some degree of success.

Erasermight skipped straight to being an old married couple

Rooftop things

Use the related link post to read Rooftop things on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62249193 by syriala "This can't be happening," Hizashi mutters, his breath coming out fast now because his son is missing and then he realises that Hitoshi's phone isn't on the night stand. It's either a very bad sign—would Hitoshi take it if he ran away?—or a very good one—if he took it with him, he'll answer it, right?—Hizashi thinks and he scrambles to get his own phone, speed-dialling Hitoshi's number. To his credit, the kid picks up after the second ring. "Where are you?" Hizashi asks, not even giving Hitoshi time to greet him and he waits for his answer with baited breath. "I'm on the roof," Hitoshi gives back, that noise in the background suddenly making a lot more sense and Hizashi wants to let out a relieved breath when pure, cold panic slams into him. His kid is on the roof in the middle of the night. Words: 3642, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Relationships: Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Additional Tags: Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, except not really, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Shinsou Hitoshi, Fluff, Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62249193

"Let them find out, incidentally, that the jester keeps a knife under his hat" was when I was hanging out with a bunch of people and the topic came up of "who would you want with you in a wilderness survival situation" and this was back when I was still very strong & doing back country work and one guy said "I think we can all agree our last choice is Story" and everyone laughed but one guy who said, "isn't Story the only one here who's a wilderness first responder and who can use a compass" and everyone said "oh yeah" and I was like it's okay I know when you think of me your brain defaults to the fact that I lose my car keys 9 times a day but luckily we won't need those to set your shattered ankle

teacher deku doodles <3

middle aged moms gossiping we love to see it