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“Did you just bite me?!” // Deku @ Toga
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The question tore a giggle from her throat, or rather the horrified manner in which he asked. He really was so silly.
“I just wanted a little taste.” She told him innocently, rocking back and forth from her heels to her toes. “And there was barely even any blood.” Her voice took on a disappointed air now as her tongue darted out to catch the little bit still clinging to her bottom lip. “It was more of a nibble, that’s okay isn’t it, Izu? Or would you prefer my knives?”
“That tickles!” // Deku @ Todo
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Shoto huffs out a short laugh, a small smile sticking to his lips as he pulls his hand away. Izuku had found him in his room, carefully practicing with flame in the palm of his hand, trying to see how low he could keep the heat of his fire before it went out. This was good training, having to concentrate to keep the flames from petering out.
Izuku had been a little alarmed to see Shoto with a hand in the fire, so he’d been quick to assure his friend that it didn’t hurt. The flame was hot, but not hot enough to burn if you simply passed your hand through. And of course Izuku had wanted to try. He had been nervous, not wanting to burn him on accident. But Izuku had been the one to make him realize that the fire could be his own, and Shoto wanted to show him (and maybe even more so, show himself) that his fire didn’t have to hurt and burn.
“It does kind of, doesn’t it?”
“ i’ll be right here with you the whole time. ” // deku@todo
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Shoto’s mouth is already opening to tell Izuku that he can handle this by himself before he realizes that Izuku likely hadn’t meant to imply that he couldn’t. He was simply offering what he always had: unfettered support. So Shoto closed his mouth and gave a curt nod instead. He was sure that support wasn’t one of those things that should be difficult to accept, though the idea still felt unfamiliar to him. Maybe it was something he’d get used to, like having a group of friends. He’d do the same for any of them, so he supposed it was only fair that he let them reciprocate that support.
“Thank you, Izuku.”
rough touch -- deku & toga
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4.My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.
“I think I’m getting better at this.” Toga smiled sweetly as Uraraka, she’d need more of the girl’s blood if she wanted to be able to turn into her again, but that was an easy fix given how many times they seemed to cross paths. She hadn’t been with him too long, but she needed to get him to the others, they wouldn’t be too happy with her for wasting time just to hang out with Izuku.
The transformation was already getting ready to end, so Toga sighed a little and reached up to run her hand through Izuku’s hair, it was just as soft and fluffy as she thought it would be. He looked a little confused, but he let her do it, and it was frustrating to know that he wouldn’t let Toga do it if she was herself. The thought brought a frown to her face as she melted back into herself, hand suddenly tightening in his hair to pull his face closer to her.
“Hi Izu, baby. What do you say we go find the others?”
rough touch -- deku with one of your traitor aus
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29. Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
Kirishima had been dreading this moment, being found out as the traitor. He knew it had to come out eventually, no matter how careful he was, his classmates and teachers weren’t stupid. As much as it made sense for Izuku to be the one to figure it out, it seemed like a worst case scenario, just behind Bakugou finding out. But of course if Izuku knew he’d tell the others, and everyone would know how much of a despicable coward he was. It’s not like he could explain things to him, Izuku was one of the manliest and most heroic people he knew. Izuku idolized All Might, the very man that the League of Villains was trying to kill, and Kirishima was helping them. No explanation would be good enough.
So he had panicked, punched Izuku with a hardened fist right to the sternum. And if Izuku had any doubts, he surely wouldn’t now. But maybe he could get away and leave the school. And go where? He suddenly wondered as he tried to run past Izuku. The League would have no use for him if he was no longer at UA, and Shigaraki had killed his uncle. He’d be caught immediately if he tried to go to his parents. He felt Izuku grab onto his shirt to yank him back, and Kirishima skidded on hardened skin before jumping up, arm arcing out to throw another punch. Izuku was coming back at him to, jumping through the air to meet him with his new shoot style.
It was then that Kirishima wondered what exactly he was doing trying to fight Izuku. His green haired classmate had that same look of steeled determination as he came at him, which hurt, but less so than the knowledge that he deserved it. He didn’t want to do this anymore, he’d tried to stop after Kamino, so why was he fighting to get away? Maybe it would be better this way. He could go to jail and the rest of his classmates could move on and become heroes without him. The fight leaving him, Kirishima deactivated his quirk, but it was too late and Izuku’s foot made contact with his right forearm, a loud snap echoing as the bones in his arm crumpled against his classmate’s power without the protection of his own quirk. Kirishima yelled out in pain, stumbling back and curling in on himself as unfamiliar white hot pain shot up his arm. He’d never broken a bone before, but as much as this hurt, Kirishima knew it was the least of what he deserved.
“I’m sorry.. I didn’t want to, I’m sorry.” Kirishima sank to his knees, cradling his arm as tears finally broke. The words of apology weren’t nearly enough, but he couldn’t stop them from tumbling out of his mouth.
Izuku’s apology is the only thing that managed to break through to Eijiro long enough to make him look up at his classmate. What could he possibly be apologizing for? He’d expected Izuku of all people to not show him pity. It wasn’t that he thought Izuku was rigid or unforgiving, quite the opposite in fact, but he had betrayed his trust. And what he’d been sure would be worse in Izuku’s eyes, he’s betrayed all of their friends. Surely that wasn’t something that could be forgiven so easily, even for a truly kind and heroic individual such as Izuku Midoriya,
“What? Why?” His voice sounded strained with pain, but he was too confused to stay silent, not only was Izuku apologizing, he wanted to help him? At the very least he’d expected to be taken to Aizawa sensei after maybe a trip to Recovery Girl. He didn’t deserve this kindness. “I told them about USJ and where the camp training was, it’s my fault Bakugou was taken.. I don’t deserve your help.”
He figured that might be enough for Izuku to change his mind, after how badly he’d been hurt and how upset he’d been to lose Bakugou to the League. It didn’t matter that Eijiro had gotten a team together to get Bakugou back, not when it was his fault he’d been taken in the first place. The Kamino incident still felt like a fresh wound, and it wasn’t a surprise that debilitating guilt had finally made him slip up. But if all Izuku was asking for was honesty for now, he could do that.
“My uncle.. he was a villain.” It seemed the easiest place to start, showed that he was already aligned with those sort of people. And no matter how hard he tried not to, maybe he was meant to be the same. “I wanted to get away from all that.. I really did join school to become a hero. But he saw it as an opportunity, I should have known he would, that I couldn’t just leave like that.” He winced as he shifted causing his arm to flare up in pain. But he ignored the instinct to harden up in response, that would only make things worse, and he needed to get this out before they went back to school. And if Izuku was going to truly keep this between them, then they’d need to come up with a story about how his arm broke in the first place.
“He took me to the League of Villains.. They agreed that it was a good idea, having someone on the inside. They just.. didn’t need my uncle to be a middleman. Especially when Shigaraki could just disintegrate him like that..” Eijiro broke off, still sick at the memory and the terror associated. “They gave me a phone.. Said they’d be happy to do that to me too if I didn’t cooperate..” He sighed miserably, looking up to Izuku. “So I came here.. But I’m not a hero at all. I’m just a coward.”
@quirkdriven || continued.
There were no words to describe how Izuku felt as he reached the ground again. He couldn’t deny that there was genuine regret behind Kirishima’s apology. Anyone that could have been able to go through with playing both sides while becoming friends with their classmates must have been suffering for some time… Especially someone as well-liked as he was! It would have been a much easier fight if Izuku hadn’t gotten so close to him over their time together.
“Kirishima–” he gasped out as he noticed the other cradling his broken arm. The plan had never included breaking anything. He’d figured the hardening quirk would have been able to take that kind of beating, but it was all too obvious to him just what had happened. Kirishima could have easily withstood one of his kicks… unless he’d given up. “I’m sorry too…”
Izuku braced himself for whatever may have come his way, but he wasn’t about to fight a friend that did nothing more than make a mistake that got him in over his head. He needed to figure something out, and fast. No one else needed to know what was going on if he could intervene and set things straight. He could protect Kirishima and fix the damage that had been done – they’d taken on more difficult tasks before, hadn’t they?
With everything going on, it was clear that Kirishima was going to need someone on his side, regardless of what some bad choices had led to for everyone involved.
“I wanna help you,” he breathed, willing his heartbeat to slow (at least to stop pounding in his ears so that he could calm down without hearing it.) “So you’re gonna have to be honest with me about what’s going on… It’ll just stay between us – I promise.”
💉 villain Deku @ toga
Send me 💉 to find my muse disheveled and bloody after a fight!
“ izuku! “ she’s relieved to see him, the fight isn’t going well at all and in all honesty, himiko thinks the smart thing to do would be to cut their losses and run while they can. they’d always get another opportunity, but ultimately it isn’t her call, and she doesn’t want to leave without any of them. “ have you seen the others yet? “ She can tell that he’s looking her over and while it’s not out of place for her to be covered in blood, this was more than usual, and this time some of it did belong to her, the bruises and blood on her person joined by a deep cut on her thigh, dripping blood down her leg as she limped over to izuku.
“ hey, i’m alright, don’t worry. are you okay? “