I Was Watching Part Of The Episode Of Assassination Classroom Where The Kids All Give Each Other Code

I was watching part of the episode of Assassination Classroom where the kids all give each other code names and I was like "wouldn't it be funny if the league of villains did that", so here we are.

Now "Lizzy," I hear you say "they have villain names, why would they need code names"? And to that I say, leave me alone. I just watched today's episode and wanted to sob, let me have my fun. >:(

(Also, technically, in that episode the fun was that everyone else picked the codenames so we operating off that).

I feel like this would be born of a bet that went horribly wrong or just them joking around and then it became serious. Like, they had some undercover mission to do and were like "hey, since everyone like, knows what our names are now, we should probably get like codenames". Actually no, Toga and Twice said that, the rest of them said it was ridiculous but they were so insistent they put it to rock paper scissors and the others lost. So they all picked out codenames for each other:

Dabi: "Daddy Issues" (he almost flambés the entire hideout, because he totally doesn't and people aren't supposed to know about his super secret stuff, but in reality it's not that deep and Spinner put it in because he thought Dabi just looked like someone who'd have them).

Tomura: "Gotta Hand it to Ya" (Everyone but Tomura thought it was hilarious, no one cares it's not practical)

Spinner: "Brain AFK" (He would take offense that, but at least it's not Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle)

Kurogiri: "MOOOOOOM" (All o's and caps included)

Compress: "Hey kid, wanna see a magic trick" (Again, no one cares it's not practical so Compress just goes with it and waits until it eventually gets shortened into something that can actually be said quickly on coms)

Twice: "Needs Therapy" (Anyone could've taken this, but they felt it fit him best)

Toga: "Stabby the Human" (Most of them don't get the reference, but it's fine)

I can just imagine them running around, murdering people and just doing what they do but the whole time it's just:

"Gotta Hand it To Ya?"

"..."

"Gotta Hand it To Ya? Do you copy?"

"What."

"...Y'know, I seem to have forgotten what I was gonna say, silly me."

"I swear if you pull this shit one more time Daddy Issues isn't gonna be the only thing you have–"

Every few days I remember that MHA is technically over and we don’t have very many episodes of the anime left and then I stare at a wall and wonder if I’m gonna cry about it or not.

It feels like a silly thing to cry over, it really does, especially as a grown ass adult, but it’s a story that kind of…grew up with me. I was a teenager when I started it, and I’m an adult now as it’s finished. It feels like a reminder that my childhood has truly come to an end, that nothing goes on forever but sometimes I wish it would.

Like, logically, it can’t go forever, and I think if it went any longer with the existing story arc it would probably start to severely deteriorate, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss seeing my son every week on Saturdays.

There will always be other stories to dive into, all with their silly fandom shitposts and weird ass ships, but this one holds a special place in my heart as one that saw me grow up and become a semi-functioning member of society.

…But we still have a few episodes left, it’s not time to get sentimental yet or I will not be able to stop.

I've been thinking about the AU where Inko finds Tenko after her kills his family and saves him and let me tell you...I love it. 100/10, she could've saved them. But, that's also made me think about an AU where Inko is pretty young, like early to mid 20's, and encounters the full-grown league of villains and they go "yeah, alright, this'll work for now".

It's after Magne dies, so the group is sorely lacking in a big sister/any other older female figure, and you cannot convince me these men know how to look after themselves, much less a teenage girl, so all of them combined have a total of like, three life skills and almost kill each other the second Kurogiri vanishes. So, when younger Inko comes along and maybe gives one of them advice at the store on not buying a bag of half-rotten produce or just does something to endear herself to Toga or one of the other members, they just pick her up off the street and take her back to their hideout. It's kidnapping, really, but they need a big sister and this one seems good yeah.

I don't know where Izuku is in all of this because obviously he wouldn't stand for his momma getting kidnapped but also, the ages don't quite line up. I'm thinking maybe she either had a teen pregnancy or she adopted Izuku young because he was the son of a sibling or a relative, idk, but I think it'd be hilarious to have something like this:

Izuku: (Panicking, sobbing, running around like a chicken with his head cut off with the rest of UA because his mom is missing and someone saw her get swooped up by one of the league members and they still haven't gotten a ransom note yet) She must be so scared! I'm sorry mom!!

Inko: (Exasperated) No, Spinner you can't cut a tomato like that, you'll lob your fingers off.

Spinner: (grumbling) Isn't cooking supposed to be a woman's job?

Inko: (Brandishing a very sharp cooking knife because dull knives are more dangerous than sharp ones)...you want to try that again?

Spinner: (gulps) Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am.

Inko: Cooking is a life skill and something everyone should be able to do, here, let me show you again.

...Anyway, I think it'd be super funny and cute and I kinda want to write it.

Someone explain to me why this is what made it really hit that Tomura is dead.

you ever think about how spinner stares at shigaraki's gaming profile that reads "last online: 8 years ago" hoping it will show that he's online again?

because i just saw that on tiktok and i'm actually not okay!!!

I don’t know if it’s this way for anyone else, but watching the anime after reading the manga still feels like this whole different experience. Like I read the manga of Toga’s/Ochaco’s fight and it was like sad, yeah, but after watching the anime episode it just, it actually hits yk?

Like she’s gonna die, it’s over now.

It’s all almost over.

…That realization hurts more than I wish it did. As much as I say things like “literally sobbing over here”, I’m not a media crier. Like the only piece of media that has ever made me shed tears was HXH, but I think when the dub comes around, this season is gonna have me crying.

I know that fandoms in general get a bad rap, and yeah, the MHA fandom had/has its issues, but honestly it’s been one of my favorite parts about watching this show and one of the reasons I’ve stuck around. It’s amazing to get to see what everyone else sees, how they envision the ending, how they wanted to see it play out.

The ending of MHA wasn’t perfect, but honestly, I don’t think a franchise of this size could ever come up with a 100% satisfying ending, and that’s okay. But that opens a door, I get to come here and see a thousand different ways it could’ve been for free. I get to see people inspired by those who don’t even exist.

It’s hard to explain how I feel about this show and this fandom without sounding cringy, but what the hell, no one knows who I am so fuck it. Everyone here? In the MHA space? I got one thing to say to you:

Y’all are great, y’all are talented, and y’all deserve the world, I mean that. I hope I keep seeing you in this space, that we can keep creating crazy shit to make each other laugh and cry.

Thanks everyone, it’s been a fucking blast and I can’t wait to see what’s next.

An Exercise In Futility - Part Four

(My college chemistry class decided to kick my ass these past few weeks, so I haven't had much time to write, which sucks, but whatcha gonna do? Finally got to sit down and go to town with this one, so I hope a few people enjoy!)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

TW: Suicidal Ideations and Terminal Illness

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“…what did you say?”

And there it was, the reminder that Yoichi had, in fact, actually uttered the very thing he’d sworn to keep a secret to the only person he’d never wanted to tell. The car rolled to a halt in front of the house, but Yoichi couldn’t even wait until it had fully come to a stop before he was unlatching the door and jumping out. Hisashi’s panicked squawks were drowned by the pounding of his own heart. He made for the front door, leaving behind nothing more than a muttered, “nothing, sorry,” to placate Hisashi’s demands for an explanation.

Throwing the door open, he barely made time to kick off his shoes before speeding down the hall to duck into his room and yank the door shut behind him. For a moment, he considered dragging a chair in front of it, but he knew there was little that would stop his big brother should he decide that he was coming in, least of all a tiny chair.

Looking around his room, a wave of exhaustion hit him and he let himself wilt like the sad little flower he was. The room smelled stale, even though he’d just been there that morning. The curtains were half drawn, letting in patches of gloomy light to catch on the dusty floor. Yoichi couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt up to vacuuming…or really anything other than a simple tidy…and it showed. 

His jacket slid right off his boney shoulders and landed in a heap on the floor. Shuffling over to his bed, he faceplanted, wriggling forward to bury himself under one of the many blankets piled on his bed. He knew Hisashi would be along momentarily, he never was one to let things go, but for a moment he just wanted to pretend everything was fine. 

Because it was. It was fine. Eventually, he wouldn’t have to do this anymore.

“Yoichi.”

He jumped, just slightly. He hadn’t even heard the door open, but Hisashi probably hadn’t even bothered to open it. Grabbing the edges of his comforter, he dragged it further over his face until the only thing he could see was darkness. Maybe, just maybe, if he stayed completely still and silent Hisashi would think he fell asleep and leave him alone. 

No dice. A quiet sigh echoed through the room, footsteps padded closer before the bed dipped next to him and a hand settling on his back. Yoichi curled further in on himself, pressing the blanket over his face to muffle his sniffling and dab at the tears with the corners of his eyes.

He wasn’t even sad, per say, just offput that he’d blurted his biggest secret like it was nothing. He was pretty sure his eyes were just leaking because they didn’t know what else to do. He wasn’t upset, but his back hurt and his lungs ached and the room was altogether too loud and too quiet, and Hisashi was mad, he could tell, he didn’t need to see him, and, and…

Two hands slid under him, pulling him from his stupor to realize that he’d started to full on sob, tears rolling down his face. Hisashi hefted him up, blanket and all, cradling him close like he’d done when Yoichi’d had one of his many emergencies. He used to do it when they were kids too, long, long ago when they were forced to wander the streets, constantly on the lookout for their next hot meal. Yoichi was never able to move fast enough to satisfy his brother. He always tried, but was left gasping and panting within minutes. Even at a young age, Hisashi had always indulged him briefly before doubling back to heft his younger brother into his arms with a wry smile on his face. If Yoichi didn’t know any better, he’d think that his brother enjoyed being forced to carry him, like he sped up just to tire him out quicker.

But Hisashi wouldn’t do that. Hisashi wanted him to get better, not worse.

“Yoichi.” 

More minutes had trickled by, lost forever in Yoichi’s mind, and he really had to come back down to Earth now. Hisashi’s grip on him was borderline uncomfortable, and he had taken to lightly shaking his brother while feeling his forehead. Yoichi squirmed, nose scrunching into a frown. Hisashi let out another sigh, relaxing his fingers just slightly as Yoichi opening his eyes. Hisashi eased him up and Yoichi tried to scoot to sit beside his brother, but he still wouldn’t relinquish his hold.

“Yoichi. Talk to me.”

Yoichi shook his head, mumbling. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“There most definitely is something to talk about. You seem to be under the impression that there is ‘no point’ in pursing your good health, and that is an egregious falsehood I intend to correct right now.”

Yoichi folded his arms over his chest, determined to bore a hole in the carpet with his gaze. “Will you put me down if I agree to tell you?”

He could his Hisashi frown out of the corner of his eye, but set the cocooned Yoichi delicately next to him on the bed. “…Was it that doctor? Is that why you’ve been so sullen lately? Did he tell you something? Yoichi, if he told you something about your health I need to know.”

“He didn’t.”

“Yoichi–”

“–that is my name and you are wearing it out–”

“–what did he say to you? Or was it that nurse that always signs your cards? I never liked her, the way she spoke to you was so incredibly unprofessional, I’ll speak to her superiors–”

“Helga didn’t say anything. The doctor didn’t tell me anything, Hisashi.” Yoichi snapped, throwing the blanket off himself. “He hasn’t told me anything for months. No one has.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because I haven’t been going.” Yoichi shrieked, jumping to his feet, the blanket falling from his shoulder. “Because I haven’t gone for months.”

“Why–?”

“Because it’s stupid and pointless, I’m stupid and pointless, and before you ask no one had to tell me that! I’m not an idiot Hisashi, every single professional whose ever took so much as one look at me has told me the same exact goddamn thing, that I’m not going to live past my twenties. Hell, maybe not even my teens! I could keel over literally any day now–God knows I can’t keep up with the army of pills they want to shove down my throat at every turn–and no matter how hard you try to ignore it, that’s just the truth. Not even you can change it, big brother, I'm dying. Slowly, but I am.”

Yoichi paused to take a breath, furiously wiping tears from his eyes.

“And I’m fine with that, okay? I’m fine with dying, I really am. This isn’t even really living anymore–and don’t try to tell me it is, there are some things you just don’t get–so what’s the point? All I do now is slow you down, I slow everyone down, and I’m tired. I’m tired of being sick, of the hospital visits, the doctor’s appointments, of the pills and the masks and the inhalers…”

Yoichi finally looked up to meet his brother’s gaze.

“…I’m tired of being alive, Hisashi, I can’t do it anymore.”