#**the patchwork hero

@universemerging​ sent  “You are the most smoochable person there is, y’know? I’m gonna smooch you so much.” Quinn to Itoshi, them,,,

From... A meme.  I don’t wanna track it down.

“Yeah?”  Itoshi looks up at Quinn, expression a little coy.  “That’s big talk from the most kissable person.”

Itoshi is finally starting to feel more... Normal, after what happened to him, now about a month prior.  He was making progress in his therapy, he was even doing well in school now that it was back in full swing.  And he had Quinn, who made it all so much easier.

They spent nearly all of their free time together, teaming up in class- Whatever he could do to keep them close to him.  Like now, they’re in his dorm room, taking a break from watching vine compilations on Itoshi’s phone to... Yeah.  

Quinn is looming over him, and he feels his face get hot as it often did when the two friends got like this.  Friends.  Is that what they are?  After all of this?

They never really.  Brought it up.  It was such a big conversation.  Well, it seemed like a big one.  Itoshi is happy with the way things are but... There’s a little part of him that wants something more... Affirming?  He can’t even think, not with Quinn’s lips ghosting over his face.  

He catches them in a proper kiss, pulling them down pretty much flush to his body, rolling over so they’re side by side but face to face.  He holds the kiss, his brain alight with thoughts and feelings- stuff he’s been processing with Miss Rinkan, and things he’s just been fretting over-

He breaks this kiss suddenly, words blurting out.  No thoughts.  Just words.

@knifelizard​ sent  the hug that comes after a rough day (knifelizard / shu and itoshi after the war and all the rescuing and shit is done)

Hug Prompts (Accepting)

How many bodies had he touched that day?  How many times had he pushed shaking fingers into the soft parts of peoples neck’s to feel for a pulse?  How many times had he said the word “dead” in the past nine hours?  He doesn’t know.  He doesn’t want to know.

In the immediate aftermath of the battle, it was chaos.  Rushing to his classmates and Endeavor- he hadn’t even had time to tell Jeanist how relieved he was to see him- no.  No, there was no time to be relieved.  There was only time to be afraid of who he might find beneath rubble and destroyed buildings.  

As many health care professional and healing heroes were on scene as soon as possible, but Itoshi helped where he could.  He was adept at first aid, and he was quickly tasked with administering it to people who were brought to him.  But it didn’t take long for the first of the mortally wounded were coming to him, and he had to either do what he could before passing them off to a pro, or declared them dead, to be lined up with the rest.  And the line just kept getting longer.  He’d eventually been moved out of the epicenter, moving out towards the perimeter, eventually reuniting with some of his classmates.  Fukumi was among them, who ran to him, collapsing into his arms as she wailed that their teacher had died.  Died.  A teacher.  He knew Aizawa was hurt, and others too, but somehow the thought of death touching one of the teachers seemed too impossible.  He’d gone to her body, confirmed for himself what Fukumi had said, all while she clung to him, sobbing into his shoulder.

And it wasn’t over.  Even after he had to look about the remains of his once so lively and energized teacher, there were more people to see, morei njuries to assess.  He patchedu p his classmates, ignoring remarks that some of his own seams had come lose.  After nine hours of search, rescue, and aid, he’s sitting on the open back of an ambulance, waiting to cart off any more survivors.  He’d been forced to take a break.

He sits there, staring numbly at the ground.  His arms are both stained red up past his elbows. Blood.  So much blood.  His friends blood, the blood of dead civillains, Midnight.  The weight of it keeps him from even trying to move.  He hears his name, and he looks up.  His eyes are vacant and far away, unfocused.  It isn’t until Shuichi is a couple feet away does it seem like Itoshi’s finally registered who he is and what’s happening.  He stands, a bit shakily.  “Shuichi-” He starts, but before he can say anymore he’s being wrapped up in an impossibly tight hug.  

@universemerging​ sent “  i’ll  fight  the  bad  dreams  off  if  they  come  to  get  you.  ”

Misc Angst Starters (Accepting)

Itoshi had snuck into Quinns room pretty much every night since coming home.  He had trouble sleeping on his own, every time he closed his eyes his head would fill with screams and the sounds of alarms.  It was easier to listen to Quinn’s heartbeat which would almost certainly lull him to sleep.  

He was snuggled close to them, a blanket over the pair of them.  At Quinn’s words he snuggles in ever closer, the arm resting over the other teen’s form tightens a little.  He nods.

“Thanks, Q...”

@universemerging​ sent  “I sentence you to a day’s worth of soft attention giving, to be received by yours truly.” (qtoshi cause im weak)

From this Fluff Meme (Not Accepting)

“Mmm.”  Itoshi groans, rolling over in her bed away from his partner, who’s let themself into his dorm room.  He isn’t unhappy to see them by any means, but he’s in a sour mood and doesn’t like to be around people when he feels like this.

He doesn’t want to shut them down, though.  And besides, being around Quinn was one of the best ways to get him to cheer up if he was feeling off.  Nothing’s even really wrong, he just woke up feeling grumpy.  He hadn’t been like that before the incident in Ginza- it was one of the more sucky personal side effects.

He doesn’t say anything, but he does roll back over, lifting up his blanket and sort of... Nodding, as if to say “come here” as he scooches over in his bed to make room for Quinn.

🧵 Itoshi Nuikinu 🧵

**Again, I know jack shit about genetics.  But I’m doing this for fun. **Itoshi has virtually NO extended family, so this will be much shorter.

Itoshi’s Ragdoll quirk has several features.

-Lack of Blood & Organs -Lack of Pain Receptors (apart from extreme heat/flame) -Body having a fabric texture on natural skin, capable of multiple repairs. -Able to be dismembered, no problem.

Let’s break down his parents.

Itoshi’s father Saburo Nuikunu’s quirk was called Textilization, which allowed him to turn non-living materials into fabrics.  His palms had a sort of suede-like texture.  

Saburo’s Parents:

Momen Nuikinu - He had a quirk called Brocade, which allowed him to manipulate fabrics and threads.  He used the quirk to make brocade fabric. Ayasa Nuikinu (Nee Shoken) - She had a quirk called Silk Synthesis.  This is part of what drew the pair together.  Sabaru speculated his parents had a quirk marriage.  Notably, she did not have blood, she only had the silky fiber within her veins.

The Nuikinu’s were very wealthy and they put their only son Sabaru on the path of success in fashion orientated endeavors.  They died within a couple years of each other before Itoshi was born.

Itoshi’s mother Cho Nuikinu’s (Nee Hari) quirk is called Fusion which allows her to fuse two materials together when she runs her them through her fingers.  Her fingernails are naturally a silver color.

Cho’s Parents:

Niou Hari - His quirk was called Needles.  His quirk essentially allowed him to produce needles from his fingers.  He has naturally silver finger nails. Hari (Nee Mukankaku) - Her quirk was called Bond Amplify.  It allowed her to make bonds nearly unbreakable by running her hands over them  (Things like seams in fabric, welding, or medical sutures were the main things she worked with.)

The Hari family were tailors, and they passed away in a fire shortly after Cho moved out.  They weren’t wealthy like the Nuikinu’s, but their daughter showed immense talent so they pulled all the stops to get her into the best fashion school in Japan.

So, Fusion and Textualization came together to make our plushie pillow boy.  Let’s break him down a little, since his quirk seems to have gone off the rails.

-The lack of blood came from his grandmother Ayasa, but it seems to have extended to more of his body, not just his bloodstream. -There’s a theory that somehow Saburo’s quirk turned his son to fabric, despite it not working on living things. -His lack of pain comes from having skin that’s made of fabric, not true skin.  The heat affecting him seems to be the only lasting ‘human’ element to his body. -He doesn’t seem to have many Hari genes, however his grandmother’s family did include a person who was immune to pain, though he isn’t aware of it. -Genetically it’s very clear he takes after his father more than his mother based on appearances alone.  The purple silky hair came from his maternal grandmother.

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