#multi-scrapbook

@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. 

"Nor should you, for injuries that minor. Good job on not breaking any bones this time, you're getting better about that," despite how intimidating Mr. Aizawa came off as, he knew students needed to be given credit where it was due, even for small things.

@multi-scrapbook​​ said : ((Hello I am alive, barely lol))

Izuku, exhausted from training, flopped down onto the couch with a sigh. If the villains didn't kill him, training was going to...

He was tired enough that he sort of didn't notice that the 'pillow' his head had landed on was more lap-shaped than usual. He might have landed directly in Kirishima's lap.          『 THIS IS HECKIN’ CUTE AAA || Accepting 』

        Eijirou let out a long sigh, leaning his head back against the couch. In between Aizawa taking it up a notch in training and that surprise quiz with Ectoplasm, his brain was already feeling fried for the week. And that was without mentioning English, God, he seriously was this close to diving out the nearest window if he heard another word in that lang.

        Still, now was a nice reprieve. Now that he had his latest cup of coffee for the day and even fixed himself up a nice little snack. Now he could chill and have a nice peaceful time before everyone began to barge into the common area at full-volume-

        “Eh--?” His eyes flashed open in feeling a weight settle over his leg, glancing down swiftly. Expecting maybe Kaminari, if anyone, only to find Midoriya. Right there. Using him like a PILLOW.

        A slight tinge rose in his face as he glanced to and fro, maybe thinking this was a prank? That someone might pop up like Ha! Gotcha! if he made a face. But then...Midoriya was too sweet for that. And seemed....kinda out of it. Then again, he couldn’t really blame him, but-