...And They Were Narrative Foils

...And They Were Narrative Foils

Shigaraki Tomura and Izuku Midoriya are characters who have far more in common than they have differences. They even have the exact same origin point as a kid who wanted to become a hero more than anything else, but was told by everyone around them they couldn’t be on. The difference between them represents the inherent unfairness of the world, Midoriya was saved and Shigarki wasn’t. However, rather than working together to try to fix the flaws in the unfair world that hurt both of them Shigaraki and Midoriya are forced to fight each other due to the mistakes of their predecessors forcing them into conflict. This is a meta on their extremely unique relationship and why they need to come to an understanding in order to fight the real enemy. 

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some Sengen headcanons/scenarios i have that i think about while i sleep

- they’re both extremely touch-starved so whenever they have the chance they just cuddle/hug for like. a really long time

- Gen makes a lot of bad excuses and uses any and every chance he can get to hold Senku’s hand

- Gen is completely chill with kissing Senku but if Senku kisses him he freaks out and gets super flustered😳😳

- they spend most nights in the observatory looking at stars together and cuddling

- Senku actually quite enjoyed watching Gen’s show before everything turned to stone but he won’t admit it

- Gen loves it when Senku tells him he did a good job at something

- Gen is taller but Senku always argues that the hair counts so he’s taller

- Senku likes to kiss Gen’s scar(well where it used to be 😔 😔)

- Gen loves to watch Senku do sciency shit even tho he like doesn’t understand anything hes just like wow senku smart and pretty :)

- (this ones like ACTUALLY a canon thing Gen has done but im putting it here anyway cuz its cUtE) Gen hangs around Senku way too much so hes picked up on his catchphrases :)

- Gen’s already pretty needy but he’s extra cuddly and needy when he tired

- Gen waking up and Senku’s just behind him hugging him and gen being 😳😳😳

- Gen gets rly jealous rly easily about the dumbest things ahaha

- Gen hugging Senku from behind while he work

- Senku turning to kiss Gen while hes working and catching Gen off-gaurd so hes just 😳

- if Gen has a nightmare he’ll just huddle up to Senku real close and cling to him probably the rest of the night

- on the other hand if Senku has a nightmare he just like. pokes Gen or does something to get his attention and Gen immediately understands and gives him hugs and kisses uwuwuwuwu

- Gen is uhhh actually a big crybaby bc i say so

- Gen comes over to get kisses while Senku is working

- Gen snuggling up to senku in his sleep  😳

-  I like to think Senku’s hair falls down when he sleeps so his hair is always down in the morning and Gens just 😳wow 😳

- Senku’s main way of showing affection is like rubbing his back or giving him headpats

- ^ if they’re alone he’s more likely to hug/kiss Gen or hold his hand, especially after a long day of work he wants lots of hugs 

- Gen is more affectionate, he hugs Senku a LOT, alllllllways tries to hold his hand, and kisses him on the cheek

- Senku likes to hold Gen’s face in his hands bc Gen always leans in like a cat 😳 😳he also likes running his finders thru Gen’s hair which always makes gen super flustered

- sometimes Gen just likes to bury his face in Senku’s hair lol

Don’t Imagine Aaron Minyard

Don’t imagine two year old Aaron Minyard putting himself to bed because Mommy is busy doing shots to reruns on television.

Don’t imagine Aaron at three, being left alone because Tilda didn’t have time to find a babysitter and went so work anyway.

Don’t imagine Aaron trying to climb the shelves in the pantry to get something to eat.

Don’t imagine him falling, spilling stale Cheerios across the floor, and not telling Tilda his wrist hurts because he’s afraid he will get in trouble.

Don’t imagine Tilda having to take Aaron with her on a vacation with her new boyfriend because the sitter wouldn’t watch him until she got paid.

Don’t imagine that boyfriend being annoyed that Aaron dares to exist, to intrude.

Don’t imagine them putting Aaron in the bathroom of a crappy hotel so they can have sex.

Don’t imagine Aaron covering his ears because they don’t try to be quiet, tryin to fight back tears because it’s scary and the tile is cold.

Don’t imagine Tilda yelling at Aaron because he messed everything up. Again.

Don’t imagine that string of boyfriends teasing ten-year-old Aaron, making inappropriate and cruel jokes while Tilda laughs like it’s funny.

“How’s he going to get pussy if he can’t even reach the top shelf?”

He’s ten. He only partly understands the meaning, but he’s somehow ashamed anyway.

Don’t imagine twelve-year-old Aaron coming on vacation again with Tilda when she doesn’t want him there.

Getting called “Andrew” for the first time by a cop he doesn’t know.

Don’t imagine the stinging slaps for “talking to that man” and getting him involved in their business.

Don’t imagine the first time Tilda beats Aaron until he’s begging— until his face bruises and blackens. Not the first time he’s been hit, but the first he can’t get up in the morning because of it.

Don’t imagine hearing that phone call, with his own mother confirming his worst fears; that he was unwanted. That she wished she hadn’t kept either of them if Andrew was going to be punishment for it now.

Don’t imagine that Aaron’s only memories of touch are pinches, scratches and blows.

Don’t imagine Aaron meeting his brother for the first time and being embarrassed by the dark bruises covering his skin like paint.

Don’t imagine Aaron wanting so badly to be loved that he’s willing to open his home to a complete stranger who hardly looks at him.

Don’t imagine him being promised to be protected, for the first time.

Don’t imagine the next day, when Tilda beats him bloody anyway.

Don’t imagine him trying to hide that disappointment, that bitterness.

Don’t imagine the Aaron being called out of study hall by Andrew’s name.

Don’t imagine the way the news rings in his ears— dead. Dead. Gone forever.

Don’t imagine Aaron knowing it was Andrew.

Don’t imagine Aaron fearing what will happen next, all alone in the world save for a brother who he hardly knows— who killed his mom.

Don’t imagine feeling conflicted— being ashamed of the relief he feels walking into the house without Tilda there to throw things if he messes up.

Don’t imagine Aaron choking back tears because he is so hurt and confused and scared.

Don’t imagine that Aaron is only sixteen and everything familiar is gone.

Don’t imagine Aaron Minyard if you’re not going to see these things too.

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