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CONSENT | DEKUSQUAD

SUMMARY → what the dekusquad does in ways of making sure you are okay ; aka how do they communicate consent

CHARACTERS → asui tsuyu, iida tenya, midoriya izuku, uraraka ochako, todoroki shouto

i. ASUI TSUYU

she isn’t quite sure how to approach the subject so instead of bluntly asking you ( which she normally does with everything else ) she tells you about what she feels consent is and her own boundaries. before giving you a moment to tell her what your boundaries are. that way she knows, you know what hers are and whenever the time comes you do want to take that next step ; you will know what is okay.

ii. IIDA TENYA

just asks. he does not beat around the bush and justs asks you. there is no hidden meaning or intent; he asks you in a moment that is not romantically or sexually intimate at all ( he did it on purpose so you would not feel pressured in the moment to just say yes to whatever you felt like he wanted ). he asks what your boundaries are just for future reference. so, that you will not feel pressured to do anything with him you aren’t comfortable with.

he does this multiple times as he knows boundaries and consent can change. and honestly that is pretty hot.

iii. MIDORIYA IZUKU

has so many notes. he has notes upon notes about consent in his notebook and adds onto it every time he hears something about it; be it through tsu, iida or yourself. definitely when you two had the conversation he mutters for what feels like forever about al the information he has gathered/knows and when he is done with informing you. he is ready with his pen to write all your interpretation, boundries and limits down.

and you better be sure he will never ever cross them.

iv. URARAKA OCHAKO

with this one it is most likely you who has to bring it up. she is way to nervous and get’s all flustered when she does try to bring it up and ends up floating away by accident. so, you just ask her and with a lot of stuttering and blushing she get’s through it. which is the first really intimate moment you two have.

v. TODOROKI SHOUTO

this boy is touch starved. he will not try anything to you first until he completely trust you and knows you are okay with it. which is why he feels it out, but don’t get it wrong even the slightest bit of hesitation or if he even thinks for a second you are uncomfortable with any of his advances he will stop.

and it takes a long time ( and some conversations abour consent, your boundries, and what he would be comfortable with himself ) before he will be able to try again.

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A/N → i did the bakusquad so i had to do the dekusquad too ( might so haikyuu teams/jjk favs as well, who knows )

Master List- Boku No Hero Academia

                                      Last Updated: 10/1/2021

○Requests Are Open

○I Write Sfw and NSFW

B. Katsuki

Doesn’t Hurt: 

Bakugo and the reader are in a loving relationship, or at least that’s what Y/n thinks it is. She’s content with his ‘affection’ until a certain gothy boi shows her what she’s missing out on

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

Valentines Day Troubles:

 A short drabble of Bakugo having to deal with his jealousy all by himself, but his crush helps lighten the load of his loneliness 

For The Night:  

Maybe it was the hazy room, or maybe it was the fact that he was at home waiting for her to come crawling back to him. Anything could have caused her to make this decision, this lapse of judgment- but he, who had loved her since freshman year, has never been happier.

Little Looks: 

With a quirk like her’s, Y/n got used to doing things alone. And then she got used to Todoroki being with her! And then he was gone, and she was alone again. But how could she be when the boy next door was always there for her?

Headcanon’s for Bakugo having a Crush on Kirshima’s Girlfriend:

Y/n catches Bakugo’s eye during the entrance exam, who knew his best friend would have felt the same?

Your Reply:

Loving someone is beautiful- painful, so fucking painful, but beautiful despite that. Summer love is sweet and caring, it’s warm and full of adventure, but everything ends eventually; Everyone knows how much love hates the snow (A primarily Iida x Reader with slight Bakugo x reader at the end)

A Winters Break: 

The domestic life of a pro hero Bakugo who just can’t help but keep falling in love over and over again. Who knew a break from work could taste so sweet?

In The Absence Of Heart:

Falling in love was beautiful, but falling out of it was the most painful thing in the world

Misery’s Tango:

A dance between ex lovers- filled with longing, passion, and the memories of what use to be.

A Smile Said Goodbye

A toxic romance happens in cycles between loving and pain. Bakugo can’t live without her, and Y/n knows that it’s time.

The World Kept Spinning Until: 

The world’s coming to an end, and Bakugo takes the last chance to see his ex before everything comes crashing down.

And She Cried When The Sun Came Up : NEW!

Tragedy is an unavoidable reality that comes with having the audacity to live. Y/n knew this, but she had no clue what the world would take from her. She has no clue how to cope.

Todoroki x Reader

Just Fine:

Y/n makes quite the impression at the Sports Festival, where she’s transferred out of class 1-B, and away from Monoma- her boyfriend.

For The Night:  

Maybe it was the hazy room, or maybe it was the fact that he was at home waiting for her to come crawling back to him. Anything could have caused her to make this decision, this lapse of judgment- but he, who had loved her since freshman year, has never been happier.

Little Looks: 

With a quirk like hers, Y/n got used to doing things alone. Then she got used to being with Todoroki. But will their relationship last through the struggles of another guy, a break, and amnesia?

Far From Freezing:

Winter’s come and alongside it the cold- of course the two sided hero’s girlfriend never has to worry about staying warm.

When Time Doesn’t Stop The Pain:

Shoto loved someone else, and Y/n just didn’t know how to cope with what will never will be.

What I Said When The Sun Set:

He may have left her, but Shoto will always have a place set aside in Y/n’s heart.

Monoma x Reader

Just Fine:

Y/n makes quite the impression at the Sports Festival, where she’s transferred out of class 1-B, and away from Monoma- her boyfriend.

Tokoyami x Reader

Doesn’t Hurt:

Bakugo and the reader are in a loving relationship, or at least that’s what Y/n thinks it is. She’s content with his ‘affection’ until a certain gothy boi shows her what she’s missing out on

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

A Cold Winters Night: 

Y/n adores Tokoyami, even if his bird habits manifest peculiarly

What It Means To Be Dead:

Tokoyami discovers journals written over the years, only to discover one of UA’s secrets, a ghost.

Aizawa x Reader

No Place Like Home:

A one-shot where Aizawa’s quirkless daughter, after joining the military to escape the pressure of a quirk-driven society, is told that her father was hurt during an attack. Cute, slightly angsty with a little war gore.

Five Time’s Too Many: 

The four time’s Y/n lied to cover for the boyfriend she is sure loves her, and the one time she realizes that she is worth more than he tells her she is

 pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

What’s In a Forever:

A male!reader one shot where they confide in each other with the pain of a budding romance in a society that doesn’t accept lgbtqia+ couples. It goes without saying that promises made in childhood will never work out quite like they were planned. 

Kirishima x Reader

Headcannon’s for Bakugo having a Crush on Kirshima’s Girlfriend:

Y/n drew a lot of attention to herself during her time at UA, and she caught a couple hearts as she went.

Tamaki x Reader

Promise 🔒:

Depression can make it feel like nothing is happening. Like the world is passing by, but you’re still there. Standing still. While having someone there with you won’t erase your suffering, it sure does make it a bit more bearable.

Tenya Iida x Reader 

 Another Day, Another Life: 

 Casualties are expected in a war, but when a child dies no one is ready. No one knows how to react. The death of a teen can tear people apart, it can rip people into shreds to never be put together again, but is it better or worse if they’re not actually dead?

Your Reply:

Loving someone is beautiful- painful, so fucking painful, but beautiful despite that. Summer love is sweet and caring, it’s warm and full of adventure, but everything ends eventually; Everyone knows how much love hates the snow

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Loving Is Nothing: 

No love can beat the one between soulmates. Y/n learns that the hard way, when he was the only one for her- but he was destined for someone else

Bakugo x Kirishima

Sweet Eyes and Butterflies:

A short drabble of Bakugo wanting desperately to cuddle with his sleeping boyfriend, but he can’t let Deku get ahead of him when he’s studying

Midoriya x Hitoshi

Recovery Doesn’t Mean It Didn’t Happen:

After realizing Bakugo, his once loving boyfriend, had been cheating on him, Midoriya runs away and cuts of all connections with his friends from UA, only to stumble into Hitoshi. Helping him through his heartbreak, they are invited back to school for their Class Reunion

Another Day, Another Life (Tenya Iida x Villain!Reader)

Fandom: Bnha / Mha  Warnings: Angst, amnesia, swearing, weed, coping with death, hallucinations  Words: 3,456 Requested by: No one, but requests are open!  Request/ Description: Casualties are expected in a war, but when a child dies no one is ready. No one knows how to react. The death of a teen can tear people apart, it can rip people into shreds to never be put together again, but is it better or worse if they’re not actually dead?

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          Toga was far from an ideal friend. She was clingy and rude, she talked too much and she cared primarily about herself. She was weird and difficult to get understand, and you never really knew where she stood. She wasn’t perfect, but having her was a blessing in disguise. 

“Y/n, we’re heading out, are you ready?” While she wasn’t perfect, she was pretty close to it. Himiko had a strange way with words, and she could always make the world feel smaller than it was. Her voice was like warm honey on a spoon; hazy caramel color and sweet, perfect for recovery.

“I’m ready, thanks for grabbing me,” Y/n wasn’t close to anyone. It was hard to get attached when the overwhelming threat of having friends ripped away from her grasp constantly loomed over her. She kept her distance, but it was hard not to get sucked into being friends with the blonde.

“Of course!” Her bright smile feels like it should be un-nerving, it holds malice and hatred, it’s the smile of a girl who has been rejected her entire life- but it almost makes others smile back. And so, Y/n’s face was covered with the rare grin; which had become scarce. 

“It really isn’t that big a deal, but Shigarki is getting trigger-happy. We should hurry, I’m pretty sure Dabi will set his hands on fire if we don’t leave soon!” Her voice dripped sugar, and Y/n found herself hurrying. She put her phone into her side pocket, and she secured her outfit. 

The pair walked out of Y/n’s assigned room, and they made their way to the group scattered around the bar. “I thought you all were ready? Let’s get a move on!” Y/n said, there was an unusual lightness to her tone.

The group had started to pass through the given portals Kurogiri had made for them, and one by one they stepped through. In the end, only Dabi and Y/n were left standing with the tall void-like man. 

“Hey,” the gruff man had grabbed a hold of Y/n’s y/s/c arm, and he had lightly pulled it back.

“What’s the deal, Dabi?” She asked, not rudely, but he could tell she didn’t appreciate the physical contact. They were far from close. When Y/n woke up, Dabi could tell something was off about her. Not wrong necessarily, she just had a very unique vibe that he felt was oddly familiar. 

“It’s just...” he sighed and shook his head, “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.” 

Whatever it was that Dabi was going to tell her obviously didn’t matter that much, so she shook it off and went through the portal. 

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Kurogiri looked him in the eyes with a knowing gleam in his eyes.

Dabi nodded and walked through the portal- it would be cruel to tell her- he decided as soon as he saw her laughing with Toga. She has no memory of it, and she just recently started to act like herself again, why would I ruin that for her?

Amnesia was a tricky situation for anyone to deal with. It was dangerous to the person suffering from it, due to how trusting and gullible they become- but it is significantly worse for those of them who have their memories of the victim intact.

Dabi was one of those lucky people- so is the majority of the other people on the team. They can all think back to at least one memory of the spunky girl they have grown to care for. She was always so strong, yet somehow she was always overshadowed by her over-zealous classmates. Those stars that tried to outshine her magnificence- Dabi could only hope they would burn out soon.

He had been one of the first to meet the girl, and boy was she hard to forget. If her physical appearance didn’t grab his attention- her striking y/e/c eyes and flawless y/h/c hair- her quirk definitely did. 

GateKeeper was a well-known up-and-coming hero and student at UA’s school for future hero’s, she was the receiver of the most interning opportunities, and she was respected by almost everyone. Named after her quirk, GateKeeper- or rather, Y/N, is able to access the gates between different planes. 

She can visit the gates of hell, she can see the holy light of heaven, she can see the Mormon’s different kingdoms and the fields of Aaru. She can walk along the banks of river Styx with those about to be reincarnated. 

She can see spirits or those who have passed, and she can comfort those who have lost love ones. With this power, she has been given the ability to have the power of those who have died where she is standing. She can call on the remaining spirits to help her, and she has the power to reap souls. 

Dabi had spent countless hours thinking about the girl who froze him in place- she showed him his worst fear and didn’t bat an eye. She was fierce and protective of all the other students, she stood in front of them and, with her small undead army of soldiers who could never move on, defended them till her last breath. If only she had died.

The fight hadn't lasted long, the pros took out most of the b-tier criminals, and the students were fighting here and there. With All-might out of the picture, it was anyone's guess how the fight would go.

Who would have thought that a single girl who wipe the floor with them? Ahh yes, in a flash of light she managed to subdue the vast majority of the villains, if only she hadn’t lost consciousness- then maybe she wouldn’t have been snatched away so easily. 

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It was hard to believe that Iida would skip school. For the first handful of days after the attack, he dragged himself to his classes- half-conscious and unwilling to be aware of his surroundings.

Eventually having to push himself to get out of his bed- let alone go to school- grew too much for him. He settled with walking to the canteen when everyone else was out to get food before going back to his room. 

He was never one for dramatics, but Iida knew there was nothing he could do. He had failed her, the love of his life slipped through his fingers- never to be seen again.

Day after day he listened to a voicemail left months before the incident- he was never happier for his phone to be dead than when he knew he could hear her talk to him again. 

And while Iida had his outlet for his sadness, his classmates were going more and more concerned with every passing minute. 

Midoriya would double take when he heard her voice through his wall, and, silently, he would press his ear against it just so he could make-believe she was still with them.

“Hey, Tenya! I guess you’re busy huh? Haha! It’s so weird to talk to your voicemail- I’ve never had to before. Well, I miss you! Remember that just because it’s Christmas and I’m not with you doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to celebrate with your other friends!

I just want to remind you how much I love you! You are such a great boyfriend, and I’m glad that you’re mine. I was planing on FaceTiming you while we have Christmas dinner, but since I can’t I guess this will have to do~

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight

We're happy tonight

Walking in a winter wonderland

Gone away is the bluebird

Here to stay is a new bird

To sing a love song

While we stroll along

Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow, we can build a snowman

We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown

He'll say, are you married?

We'll say, no man

But you can do the job when you're in town

Later on, we'll conspire

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid

The plans that we've made,

Walking in a winter wonderland”

She cleared her throat and laughed a little, “That was really awkward, but I hope you’ll accept my mini Christmas gift! I’ll wait to open the one you got me until I’m with you again. I love you Tenya, merry Christmas!”

Once again, the shrill ring of an ended voicemail echoed through his room. Wiping away a stray tear- Iida sat down at his desk.

Everything had been going so perfect, everything was going exactly to plan. His brother had been in recovery, they had been going smoothly, classes had finally declared winter-break, and then... everything fell apart. The storm had been brewing, and brewing, and then it came- and then it destroyed everything in its wake. 

It’s hard to accept a loss that you didn’t see happen. He didn’t get the goodbye, or the I’ll never let go. There was no body to hold on to, no one in the casket which was lowered to the ground. Nothing to show that his lover was gone- only the empty dorm room and phone number that gave no answer. 

The school had opened it’s doors during winter break for all the students and parents to come. Some of her closest friends only ever saw her in the hallow walls of UA, and now they didn’t have the chance to see her anywhere else.

There was really no good way to deal with it. ‘It’. Iida despised that word now- ‘it’ was the only way people described the death of his girlfriend. As if death was a taboo word, ‘it’ was all people talked about and yet their words meant nothing. 

Tenya was doing his best- fighting every single fucking day at a time. He hated what he had turned into. He hated the state of being that he devolved to be. Every trait she adored about her boyfriend diapered.  Failing to go to class and snapping at those that came close enough to bother him. He had always gotten cold when faced with misery, resolved and retreated in himself- he had never seen himself as someone who would take up smoking to feel better.

Weed always seemed so far beneath him, it felt like something nothings did to feel better about themselves instead of working hard at bettering themselves, but now even Denki wasn’t eager to help him. Last time he visited the blonds room Kaminari rejected him, saying that he wasn’t getting high in the right way and that he was worried Iida would become a drug abuser with how things were turning up. 

Tenya hated himself more that night. He hated himself and he hated everyone else. He hated Uraraka, who coped with baking Y/n’s favorite cookies and eating them to the movie they would watch during their own girl’s night. 

He hated Momo too, she still got straight A’s and seemed to be just fine- pretending like we didn’t hear her obnoxious sobs at two am. He hated Mina too- she had no place wearing Y/n’s hoodie to school everyday. It was a shitty thing to do. 

He’s pissed at Deku as well- Midoriya the hypocrite. Knocks on his door every day with his missed classwork and with his judgement, pressuring him to leave his room. Everyone knows his grade’s have gone down since her death so who is he to talk about attending class. 

He hates Bakugo, who only ever yelled at her even when she joked around with him- who’s words she laughed at but really made her drown in her insecurities when she was suppose to be secure in her boyfriends arms. Fuck Bakugo, for glaring at her empty seat next to him like he didn’t openly mock her when she got a grade lower than him. Fuck him for screaming at 3am and breaking the school punching bags. Fuck him for feeling bad after hurting her. Fuck him for being her friend. Fuck him for giving a shit. Fuck everyone.

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Aizawa sighed once he sat at his desk. Classes would start in half and hour and he was still crying. His silent tears burned down his cheek and all he could fell was the raw aching in his throat and the headache that felt like it was killing him slowly. 

He saw it then. In that classroom starring at her desk, he can see it happening. 

The cold breeze had moved his hair into his face, giving the villain a second outside of his hold. One second- yet it was long enough for him to disappear into the ground. 

“Dammit,” he hissed, looking around him. 

He heared Mic’s screech at a crowed of them on his left, and the majority of his students stood tall on his right. Everything was chaotic, but a Nomu appeared from the forest line everything exploded. 

He felt a familiar chill crawl over his skin, signifying Y/n using one of her ultimate moves ‘Fallen Heros’. AS what looked like hundreds of dead warriors of different generation’s rose from the ground- some in modern military uniform and others in ancient armor- and surrounded the giant Nomu. 

More appeared- in uniquely them outfits. They were the dead pro-heroes, the ones who passed during a fight they’ll never get to finish. The ones who either dine at Valhalla or will never be at peace after failing. 

A woman with black hair flew as she fought- with more ease than the others that were in spirit form. It was safe to assume that this was her quirk. The other that sent momentary shock waves through the gathering was Sir Nighteye, who waisited no time wiping out the waves of villains. 

Aizawa took notice of Y/n’s body floating in mid-air. The cost of her quirk- she had to keep note of all those she called upon. If one of the fallen are out of her sight for too long her body replicates what the dead’s went through, and she would eventually die from the injury. 

The dead soldiers ended the battle very suddenly, and, as their spirits returned to the afterlife, a large explosion of dust swallowed the crowed. 

Once they could all see, and the hectic environment calmed, Iida’s voice cut through the air. He was screaming as loud as he could, frantically running around the field of people. 

“Y/n!” He had shouted, his voice becoming horse. “Y/n!” Everyone became deathly pale and still as the horror of realization came upon them. She was gone. 

“Y/l/n?” Aizawa had shouted, starting the shove peoples shoulders to get to where she was. 

“Y/l/n now is NOT the time to play games!” He had hopefully prayed. His face fell along with his voice as he made it to where she had been floating. A scorched square of land had taken her place. 

His mind tried to go back and see the rose dead she had summoned, he looked frantically for a scorched soldiers face, but he couldn't find one. Even then it wasn’t hard to guess at what had happened.

No one near her had heard her screams, but with the noise coming from everyone in the dust storm, it would be unlikely that they would have been heard whether she screamed or not. 

He was right there. He saw her. He was less than three yards away. How did he let this happen?

He remembers looking around for a corpse of a soldier, but he wondered if, with Y/n dead, they would be able to live anyway. 

He pinched the bridge of his noes, wiping away the pools of tears from his stinging eyes. Rubbing them with his palm, his vision blurs when he looks up. Yet, even with the lines blurring, what he sees is unmistakable.

“Y/n?” He asked, seeing her figure sit on the top of her desk. 

“Calling a student by their first name,” she teased lightly, “how unprofessional,”

“Are you...” he stopped and starred at her, “Are you really here? Is this a part of your quirk?” 

“C’mon Eraserhead, like I would know. If you’re right then you’re right. If you’re wrong then I’m just a fixation of your brain and I wouldn’t know it,” She tried to reason, hopping off of her desk. 

“Damn... you’re right. I’m going batshit crazy,” he sighed, closing his eyes again.

“So,” Y/n smirked, walking up to his desk and bending over, placing her hands on her locked knees, “Wanna talk about why you’re fantasizing about your dead, female, super fucking hot, student?”

He groaned out annoyed and clawed at his eyes, “Why the fuck is that happening? I hate that, I hate this, cut this shit out!” He shouted, pushing his hand into his covered corneas. 

“What shit out?” Hizashi asked, stepping into his classroom.

“Nothing Mic, just overthinking,” he responded, slamming his eyes open looking for his student. 

“Alright Shouta, just remember that I’m across the hall if you ever need to talk,” 

Sighing once he noticed Y/n had vanished, he wondered if this was confirmation that he was hallucinating. Needless to say, Y/n definitely responded to her situation exactly how he would expect her to when she figured out her action’s had no consequence- like a little shit who needs to be put into detention. 

God, even thinking that last sentence made Aizawa feel dirty. He’ll definitely need to scrub his skin red after that. 

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Breakfasts in the mornings have changed a lot since school opened back up. Y/n was always made a plate of food and a drink every morning, it varied in who made it every couple days. No one vocalized what the food at her usual spot on the couch meant, but it was an unspoken rule that it would stay undisturbed. 

No one was entirely sure who cleaned it up when they were in class. They were pretty sure it wasn’t Iida, the seat was clear even when he was in class with them. 

Everyone missed her voice in the mornings. Whether she was complaining about late nights (to which Denki or Mina would yell get some in her direction after) or she was cracking jokes to help wake everyone up, her voice still rung in the air leaving a hole of silence where it once was. 

People’s sentences often drifted off half way through as their eyes caught themselves on her corner seat, where she once curled up into half a ball as she placed her plate of breakfast on top of a throw pillow. 

As people would shuffle off to class, everyone would throw a look over their shoulder and give a moment of their time to the friend they would never get to see again. 

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Taking one more look at the lock-screen of a phone she couldn’t unlock, she wondered who it was on her screen. A boy with strikingly unique features had white ice cream smeared from his noes down to his lips, and a small smirk was percent on his face. Lights from a Ferris Wheel and fairy lights lit up the dark night sky behind him, and what looked like her knuckles were in front of the camera, showing their interlocked fingers. 

It was a cute photo, but it was so foreign to her it made Y/n wonder if the phone was even hers. She sighed after staring at the keypad, asking for her password. The face id had been disabled after it shut off, and all she could do was hope she would remember what is was.

“You okay?” Toga asked, placing a hand on Y/n’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she responded, taking in the forest clearing Toga had taken her off to, splitting off from the rest of the group. “What are we doing here Himiko?”

“The other members want to know how much control you still have over your quirk. They thought I would be the best person for you t be around when we do this,” She explained, a soft smile on her face as she explained. 

“Huh,” Y/n had a few thoughts running around in her mind, “Shigiraki didn’t want you to tell me did he?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?” She teased, a wide smile on her face.

“I dunno... it felt like someone whispered it in my ear, if that makes sense?” 

“Who knows, that could be one of the parts of your quirk,”

“What exactly is my quirk?” She asked, glaring at one of the birds near them who had grown to be too loud. 

“It’s kinda hard to explain. The easiest way that I know how to explain it is that you’ve got a strong connection to the dead. You can talk to them, visit them I think, and most importantly you can summon them to fight for you,”

“Fight for me?” Y/n echoed. She wasn’t quiet sure why, but that phrasing felt weird... it almost felt off... 

“Yup!” Himiko cheered, bouncing slightly. 

“Alright,” Y/n sighed, shaking her arms, “Let’s give this shit a try,” she declared, moving her arms slowly from beneath her hips, struggling to get them above her waist.

In front of her, a muddy figure rose from the ground, it’s shoulders cracking as it took a deep breath of clean, fresh, air.