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“listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” // Kaminari @ Kirishima

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES.

Logically Eijiro knew that Denki was right, he was dead on his feet and while he wasn’t bleeding thanks to his quirk, it didn’t stop him from feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. But the thought of stopping, or even taking a break felt like giving up. 

“We’ll never find the others if we stop now! We have to help them. You know they wouldn’t give up on us.” But what use would he be if they found the others and he was too tired to use his quirk? No, he wouldn’t be a burden, he had to stay positive. There wasn’t any room for doubt. “I’ll be fine. I’m not even using my quirk right now, that’s already like resting. Sort of.” 

“Did you just bite me?!” // Deku @ Toga

Physical Contact Starters

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

Physical Contact Starters @mcwscollective

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?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.” // Momo @ Kaminari

Physical Contact Starters

“ Oh, no worries! ” Denki gave a smile and thumbs up as Momo straightened back up on the couch. As if he would mind that a beautiful girl had fallen asleep touching him? This was probably the longest he’d been still in a while, not wanting to wake her. Mineta would be so pissed when he told him, though then again maybe he didn’t want to have to listen to his smaller classmate lamenting about him not taking more advantage of the situation. 

“Just thought I’d wake you up cause it’s almost dinner time. You did make a lot of stuff during training today. ” 

“you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” // momo @ todo

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES.

There was another moment of silence on Shoto’s part before he sighed. Accepting help was a complicated thing for him, even now that he was making friends. Part of him considered injuries like this a lesson to do better next time, though he knew that was just the internalized teachings of his father. It frustrated him that acknowledging that still wasn’t usually enough to get him to ask for help. Or to stop him from feeling that he had to do better and be better if he was going to achieve his goals in spite of his father. He just had to look at it from a more logical perspective.

“Okay.. Thank you.” He didn’t want the injury to get worse, or for Aizawa or another teacher to notice that something was off, that would just lead to questions and attention he didn’t need. So Shoto rolled up his sleeve to show Momo the laceration on his left forearm, it wasn’t too deep but it did run almost from his wrist to elbow. While no longer bleeding, it certainly didn’t look happy. He needed to improve his close quarters combat. 

“Do you think we could keep this between us?” He asked, careful to keep his voice casual.

[ 📲 • sms ] —— aww, that just made me smile. ️☺️☺️ // Momo @ todo

text messages.

[ sms ; momo yaoyorozu ] Kaminari showed me cat memes. That one made me smile too. 

[ sms ; momo yaoyorozu ]  I can send more if you like them. 

“ i’ll be right here with you the whole time. ” // deku@todo

protective prompts

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.” 

“ i don’t want you to get hurt either. ” // momo@todo

protective prompts

“I’ll be fine.” Shoto told her as he stepped in between Momo and the villains they were facing. She’d already taken down a few, but he could tell that she would be reaching her lipid limit soon. This might get tricky since he was outnumbered and a few of them had long range quirks as well, but all he needed to do was buy time for the others to get here. He’d simply reached Momo the quickest. So he stomped his left foot down, sending spikes of ice shooting towards the enemy and a wall of ice in front of Momo for good measure as one of the villains jumped away from his attack and shot metal spikes from his body. One grazed his arm before he could get a shield of ice in front of himself as well, but it wasn’t that deep, he’d be fine. 

 “Momo, “ He called out. “Do you think you could make one more medium sized item? I have an idea..”

[ 📲 • sms ] —— why are you texting me? i’m standing right beside you… // kami @ kiri

text messages.

[ sms ; kamidude ] we’re being incognito dude.

[ sms ; kamidude ]  bakugou has been extra grumpy lately, I think we should try to cheer him up.

💖💔 for each muse~

Questions for the mun!

💖 - What’s something you like about your muse?

💔 - What’s something you dislike about your muse?

Todoroki

I’ll admit, what drew me to him was the angst factor and family issues. That is the quickest way to ensure I’ll love a character. But, I like that he isn’t letting his past hold him back. It took a little help, but that’s to be expected.

On the subject of help though, he really doesn’t know how to ask for it. Now this makes sense of course, and I don’t know if I’d say it’s really something I dislike about him, but he could make things so much easier for himself. 

Kirishima

He is just such a good guy! He cares so much about his friends and being manly in a non-toxic way!! And I just love him.

He unironically likes Crocs and wears socks with sandals. He thinks it’s comfy, I think it’s an abomination.

Kaminari

He’s another one who really keeps the class together, and I love how supportive he is of his friends.  He’s quick to compliment and trusts them all to do their best and succeed!

He’s got a little bit of perverse tendencies. But I can’t complain too much, he’s a teenage boy and he knows not to take things too far or actually act on any of those things unlike a purple friend of his. 

Toga

She’s very passionate! Underneath everything, I do think she just wants people to be her friend and care about her as she is. She just wasn’t really allowed to express herself growing up, and as a result, she didn’t learn ways to cope or handle her emotions.

I mean, she is a villain, and regularly kills people. If she were real, she’d scare me. But as a character, I don’t mind too much! 

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?” 

❝ all i know is life is strange. ❞ // jirou @ kami

LOVE + FEAR starters

“Sure is.” Kaminari sometimes wondered what life was like before all of the quirks, and most of the times he comes to the conclusion that it would just be boring. But occasionally it does seem like it would be easier. “What’s got you all introspective, hmm?” He asks, poking Jirou’s side. It was a fair statement of course, life was strange, especially for them. But he didn’t want to leave it at that if she was feeling sad for some reason. If he was good for anything, it was often cheering people up. 

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. 

‘ better let an expert handle this one. ’ // jirou @ kami

* pick-a-fight meme

“ Hey! I’m not bad at everything you know! “  It’s not that he really blamed her for assuming he didn’t have the experience for this situation, in her defense he probably didn’t. He just wished sometimes that people could give him the benefit of the doubt. Or at least wait a minute or two before assuming his ignorance. Of course, Jirou had seen him in action enough that maybe it was fair for her to assume the worst.  “ But.. out of curiosity, who would you say is the expert here? Not that I need advice or anything. “

Keigo is just going to ruffle Shoto’s hair without explanation. (The kid needs to lighten up and he’s trying to help!)

Shoto frowned as he looked up to the Pro Hero, though he didn’t make a move to fix his hair yet, he simply looked confused. 

“What was that for?” 

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.” 

1: dangle my muse over the edge of a building // dabi fucking with toga

f*ck with my muse send a number, get a drabble. caution: blood, torture, lots of violence.

“Dabi!! Put me down!” She wasn’t too worried about actually falling off of the roof, he had a tight grip on her after all, and she’s pretty sure he would have just shoved her over if he had really wanted to. So she swiped at him with one of the knives she had tucked into the waistband of her skirt, if he dropped her then she’d just have to deal with that later. But it was hard to get to him with how long his arms were given her own petite height, and that was even more frustrating than hanging over the edge of the roof by her wrist. 

“You better put me down before I decide to throw this knife at you instead.” He really was no fun to mess with when he got like this. 

27: grab a fistful of my muse’s hair // dabi @ shoto

f*ck with my muse send a number, get a drabble. caution: blood, torture, lots of violence.

Shoto had been, not intrigued, but curious about Dabi ever since they’d first met. The way the other man had said his name that night at camp had been off, full of more recognition or mocking than he would have normally expected in a first meeting, even with a villain. Of course it was possible that Dabi just knew who his father was. Shoto was easily recognizable and his father had no shortage of enemies. Still, something nagged at him and he couldn’t place it for the life of him.

This second meeting wasn’t going much better than the first, they had been forced into close combat more quickly than Shoto would have liked, and he was unable to use his ice to it’s full potential simply using it to block blue fire before another attack came. It didn’t long for the speed of the attacks to break through his ice, his attempts to stop this only resulting in an explosion similar to his flashfreeze heatwave and sending him flying to the ground. A hand was already in his hair by the time he tried to scramble to his feet.

His breath caught as the hand in his hair tightened, and he automatically straightened to ease the pull, his hand reaching up to feel a scarred wrist, staples scraping against his palm. His hand cooled on instinct, frost spilling from his fingertips, but Shoto wasn’t sure if he’d be able to protect himself against Dabi’s fire at such a close range if the villain decided to burn him. This still didn’t stop him from jabbing an elbow back, trying to get a hit in though he couldn’t see the older man, he wasn’t about to be cooperative. 

“If you’re looking for Bakugou again, I’m not going to help you, so you’re wasting your time.”

💉 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? “

ship bias for kami

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for for my muse!

Okay, i’ve got a lot of ships for Kami, so i’m not even gonna try to keep it to 5 lmao

kami x kirishima

kami x toga

kami x bakugou

kami x shinsou

kami x jirou

kami x mina

kami x shoto

kami x tenya

kami x ochaco

kami x usagi @tsukitm

kami x itoshi @goninhero

kami x ruby @starbloomed

kami x kigata @solpower