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Of course he couldn't land a single hit on legendary All Might, Hunter wouldn't dare hoping as much. Belos' order was clear, though; keep the Hero busy, give him the time to escape-- and for some reason All Might is humoring him instead of just knocking him out and resume the chase. Is he confident he can catch the villain later? Why won't he just wrap up the fight and move on?

Having lost his golden mask during the first moments of the fight, he can't hide the sweat and exhaustion showing on his scarred face. His movements got slower too, his breath heavier, and even if Might hasn't hurt him yet, the never ending pain of old injuries is flaring anew.

"What are you doing?" He hisses in frustration, rotating his staff and switching to a defensive stance.

"You could win any time. Why are you still here?"

📗 Gotta... get... stronger! Clenched teeth gritted harder, trapping Izuku's strained grunts as sand built from every push of his feet against the grains. The stack of tires budged but not yet over the finish line he drew a few meters away.

He followed the routine laid out by All Might to the letter but he thought if he added more training before the initial start, he'd improve faster! Hurry up! Another grunt stifled in his throat, the stack moving again until he lost his footing and slipped. "Uf!" Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Midoriya sprung back to his feet, pushing again despite his muscles aching.

they walked alongside their fellow instructor as they made their way to the start, paintball gun strapped around their torso ( something they'd use during the exercise to showcase to the students where their weak points were, where they kept the most vulnerable and open during a battle ) and various other inventions littering their body. earth-breaker, their octo-limbs that were currently at rest, dragging slightly against the ground, their wind tunnel skeleton ( fixed with a canister of hydrogen attached to the tubes, the canister itself fixed to a holding rack that was connected to their lower back ) and their anti-gravity boots.

the inventor giggled at all might's villain impression, a sly smile slipping onto their lips.

" ey, that's pretty good !! " the villain was lying ( is this how he saw the villains he fought ? as some kind of cartoony joke ? ), " lemme give it a try, " they made it a point to loudly clear their throat before their voice dropped an octave, a seriousness flashing in their gaze as they stared up towards all might, the scientist bringing their foot down harshly against the ground ( cracking it slightly with the force alone ), hands in their pockets, their body leaned back slightly, " yer welcome t'call me the inventor. and i'll snuff out any hero who gets in my way. " except, for ibuki, this part wasn't an act, an impression. it was real, the way they were staring at the hero, their words. any hero who got in their way would be annihilated, and this would be their way of declaring it to all might himself.

the use of their villain name was intentional, of course.

@blonddynamite is being sweet to Aizawa...for some reason. And for some reason, Shota can't find it in himself to be mean about it. 起源 ; ここ

The way I am?

Shota knew that All-Might always meant what he said, but he could detect an earnestness in his voice, a quiet yearning. Aizawa wanted to respond with some sort of arid quip but the expression on Toshinori's face made him pause. What the homeroom teacher wanted to say was; "Overworked, overtired and underpaid." or "I didn't know that assholes were your type, All-Might." but he refrained. Instead of offering words, obsidian eyes met shimmering sapphires that seemingly had sunk to the very the bottom of the ocean. It almost felt as if he was looking at a light at the end of a tunnel.

The eyes are the window to the soul. What a cheap cliché.

PROMPTS FOR THE GRUMPY VS SUNSHINE TROPE

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Two beers were pinched at the neck between his fingers as his left hand opened the sliding door that lead out to his balcony. He moved in silence as he sunk down in a foldable lawn chair that sat across his coworker. Prying a bottle opener from his pocket, he popped the tops off of both drinks his expressionless face now turning pensive.

YAGI TOSHINORI ; @blonddynamite

Slits of judgement now froze in anticipation, voice held a peculiar lilt, dangerous, almost playful edge that belied the grim context ahead, " Nice of him to remind me through secretary --- of crumbs that still left in me; a taste of the rot I've long ought since purged but something's telling me lecture and compassion aren't really things you came here for. What is it? Making sure I won't suddenly overthink cooperating with pros & murder one of 'em on the way, or the opposite? I'm still alive, as you see. "

Ah, or perhaps he came to see if the monster heroes kinda indirectly helped to forge, still remembers the taste of conviction, because he sure hella does.