#multi-scrapbook

@multi-scrapbook​ said: As it turned out, jumping timelines made his connection to just the one time... unstable. Meaning if he really focused, Katsuki could move between any of them that he wanted. Of course, he had business with the one that had seen his timeline, but he couldn't help but wonder what else was out there.

Maybe there was a version he really would need to kill. Just to get the anger out. So he pushed through the boundary between worlds, manifesting in a cold wind behind a new Izuku.

Izuku had been lifting weights in his room--as he typically did after studying--when he felt One For All flaring up across his skin. He flinched hard at the sharp pain that shot through the back of his head. Why was Danger Sense going off right no---?!

He froze up, eyes widening when he felt the cold wind against his back. He shot up from his spot on the bed and dropped the dumbbell in his hand to the ground with a loud clank. 

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Kurogiri sighed, resting against Hisato. "You know, despite not being able to experience hunger, sometimes I do get cravings," he said. "Oddly enough, despite knowing we could get most of the finer things in life, I've found myself craving a low-grade cheeseburger. There's something funny about that, I just don't know what it is."

It was an innane thought, but Hisato had wanted him to talk more, so Kurogiri had decided to just say it before he overthought and kept it to himself.

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      Hisato quietly wrote in one of his old journals, flipping from one old page to another before jotting down his personal thoughts on the many dreams that plagued him. A word of advice from the very misty man besides him. He always said to archive his opinion and assumptions on what his dreams might mean, so he took to logging them in his books to go over in the future. 

Besides the quiet scribbling of his pen, not a word had been truly murmured between them. Content to the silence, of course under Kurogiri’s deep soothing bass tone stirred the ancient.

The soft rumble for food grew a smile on the snowy haired mans lips, even causing ruby eyes to draw away from his notes as he gave his right hand man a simple nod in agreement.

@multi-scrapbook said: Aizawa had promised Katsuki that, when Izuku showed signs of waking, he would be the first to know. Which was why it was pretty obvious what he was there for when he burst into one of Katsuki's physical therapy sessions, practically drifting around the corner in his wheelchair with a screech. "It's Midoriya!" he gasped. "He's waking up!"

Katsuki was in the middle of straining and gritting his teeth as he lifted a small weight with his left arm. His injured shoulder was starting to scream for him to stop.

He was admittedly thankful when Aizawa barged into the room. He dropped the weight to the floor and jumped to his feet before immediately grimacing at the face movement. Okay, that fuckin' hurt.

Katsuki's expression was dark as he followed a Noumu to All For One's lair. Up until now, AFO felt like some shadowy demon always out of reach and looming over his shoulders. He had been working with the League of Villains for two months now and had just failed--yet again--at actually taking a life.

He'd get damn near close to it, but his heroic sensibilities would prevent him from landing the finishing blow each and every time. He knew that some of the other villains likely deserved death, but as big of a talk he talked regarding "murder" and "killing," he was still just a bratty kid. He quickly learned that he wasn't truly capable of literal murder no matter how terrible the person was. The hero in him couldn't stand constantly having his hands stained with blood.

Katsuki assumed Crusty finally got fed up and made him AFO's problem to fix. He was already dreading this. Just being around a Noumu made his skin crawl. It was like looking into his future.

When the doors opened to the lair, Katsuki immediately felt fifty kilograms heavier. The amount of bloodlust oozing out of the dark chambers was suffocating and it took everything in his being not to turn and run.

Gritting his teeth, he gathered up what was left of his scraps of pride and approached the true face of evil.

Katsuki was on his way home from school when he rounded the corner of a street. He then promptly ran directly into a sturdy chest and bristled like a wet cat.

He jerked back and snapped, "Oi! Watch it!"

Of course, that was until he actually saw who he ran into.

Katsuki's eyes went wide immediately. This had to be some type of sick joke. Who the fuck was this guy and why did he look just like Deku?!

"Who the fuck are you?"

@multi-scrapbook​​​ said :  ’"You ever eat a brain? No? Well, you're eating one now," Tadao chuckled, smiling extra pleasantly over the table at his new friend. "Garaki told me you might appreciate it. After all, you don't exactly have a liquid diet like your green-haired friend.

"Speaking of Midoriya, that was why he was even there. "I've heard he's been having... memory issues recently, right?" In that he was remembering things at all. (( Because fuck it, I woke up at 5am so my Most Fucked Muse wants to play lol.))          『 Meme || Accepting 』

       “Hrk?!” Alright, so he didn’t have the most conventional diet of anyone. Especially not since he’d begun working with the Doctor more and more ( even if he had to admit what he ate now was a lot more filling than everything else he'd had before ). Still, of all the things he did end up devouring, even if moments where his hunger got the best of him, brains were...ugh, dammit, he’d really wished he’d gotten a warning on that one-

Momo had more concerns than questions about all of this, but seeing Izuku’s face, this was having a toll on him as well.