Well well, that's strange All Might. Where is your smile now?         How very entertaining. I believe I've taken a piece of you after all.

    “…I-I’m plenty attractive.” { Of course you are, don’t listen to him! } “Lots of people think I’m handsome…” { Or cute. } “Stop, you’re making things worse.” { I have a dream catcher, works pretty well I think. } “Do you really want to test that?” { ….Maaaaaaybe? } “Oh my GOD!”

    “I’m better looking than you.” { I mean, I’d take Tenshi over him— } “I’m not getting in your dreams, you lost that right.” { Awww… }

//COME TRY ME YOU SON OF A BITCH

    “I’m plenty interesting, you moldy as heck walnut.” { OH SNAP! And Sonia, take your blame like a woman! You COULD have said no but you were like ‘HOLY SHIT YES I GOTTA DO THIS!’ }

    “You’re literally the WORST company.” { Why don’t you ever show up in my dreams?” } “WELL I WON’T BE NOW YOU ENABLER!”

    “WHY WON’T MY MUN LISTEN TO ME?!”

    Though he won’t admit it, there’s no denying that Mei is a brilliant inventor. She puts out more ‘babies’ than the rest of the Support Course combined. Many of her ideas have great merit, but she’s also reckless and tends to rush things to see the results, which ends up with them meeting an untimely demise. As Harikara is someone who sees his creations as works of art…well—

    “Hatsume, if you take another step towards my work I swear to every non-existent god out there I will weld your ass to the ceiling.” He growls menacingly, holding his half done item in his arms rather protectively, a belt meant to help a student with a tricky gravitational quirk that doesn’t ‘turn off’.

      “  that’s not fair !  you let everyone else take a look at them !  ”   how rude ,  mei just wanted to have a little look !  maybe even help him with ideas !  that’s being friendly ,  right ? ;  but here they are ,  for the third time this week yelling at each other just because ,  in his head ,  she isn’t allowed near his projects .

she has to take jirou down pretty quickly with a knife to the leg, which is a pity, because she wishes the hero student could just cooperate and be a good friend. but all too often, toga has found that she has to teach people how to be her friend, it’s been that way ever since she broke free from the girl everyone wanted her to be. she doesn’t mind though, it’s a learning experience for them both and she’s been getting better at making her points more quickly. and now that she had jirou nice and compliant, toga was able to take the time to think about the last time she’d met with the other girl. she’d had to stab her then too, right in the back. but back then she hadn’t been able to take the time she had now. this time they could become proper friends.

moving behind the brunette, toga pulls back her tank top and- yes, there it was. ignoring the flinch, she traces the scar gently, her skin skittering against the raised skin almost reverently. indeed, the sight and feel of her handiwork had a feeling of something akin to giddy pride swelling within her. it’s then that she realizes that she loves jirou just as much as uraraka, another that toga has been able to mark as her own. the thought brings a familiar heat high in her cheeks, flushing prettily as sharp teeth being to creep out behind her widening smile.

she moves back in front of jirou then, all teeth and bright eyes. “ i think that one will scar too. “ she informs her friend quietly as she reaches out to drag a few fingers across the freshly bleeding wound on the girl’s thigh. the blood sticks hot and thick to her fingers, shining in the light as she pulls her hand back.  “ like those friendship tattoos. but these won’t fade and become dull. “  looking at jirou she licks two of her fingers clean, leaving only her index finger still stark red against her pale hand. bringing the finger up to her mouth, toga bites down with one canine until the tip of her finger opens. she watches in fascination as her own blood mixes with what’s left of jirou’s, quickly becoming indistinguishable from the rest.

“ and now we can be the same, see? ”  toga tells the other girl with a shiver of excitement as her own form melts into that of the other girl’s, her sharp smile looking out of place on jirou’s face. “ isn’t that just beautiful? “

      HOW DID THIS HAPPEN ?  it was a thought that ran over her head for a few hours now ,  but the emotion of fear still strong and alive within her .  weren’t the dorms supposed to be a safe ?  or at least safer ?  apparently not ,  as one of the villains that took down all might ,  that had kidnapped one of her classmates ,  was standing right in front of her .  she might have not known how she looked like before ,  but her voice :  it was all that she needed to know who she was .

      her voice still haunted her dreams ,  waking up almost every night for the past weeks ,  ever since what happened happened .  yet she denies everything ,  denies the thought of how she almost died at such young age ,  the scar in the middle of her back being the confirmation that they all needed .  would she ever let anyone see it ?  no ,  not at all --- she wouldn’t allow it .

      yet here she was ,  her comfort completely broken as she toga traces her scar ,  her hand and thigh bleeding from her most recent wounds ones that would leave a scar as well ,  clearly tears running down her cheeks .  yet she was quiet ,  eyes wide and in shock as she fought back her sobs .  this ,  all of it ---  why was this happening at all ?  why was she forced to now have to endure yet another time where she faced this ---  this bitch ?  there was no better word to describe her as now she took her time with her ,  as if she was a toy of some sorts .  kyoka hated it .

      a heavy sigh leaves her redden lips ( a bit bloody too ,  from biting down on it so much ) as the other now touches her wound on her thigh ,  and she almost throws up when the girl licks her own fingers ,  her blood on them ( she hates this so ;  so much ) and now on the other’s tongue too .  she wants to cry ,  to scream and to kick ,  but as her earjack tightens around her leg ,  what she can feel and think about right now is about how much it hurts .  everything hurts .

then, while they are in the air and shortly after kacchan is saved, some sort of tendril grabs him by the leg and yanks him free of the unit. they keep going — which is a relief — but he hits the ground hard, which leaves him stunned. he realizes that he is in the midst of the villains, and close to a warp that has opened up ( the same one from usj, he notices ). as the villains flee, he is pulled with them, through the portal, and away from safety …

it is unclear where he is … or how long he has been there. he is, literally and otherwise, kept in the dark. worse than not knowing anything about his own situation is not knowing anything about what had happened in kamino. is all might okay? did kacchan, todoroki, kirishima, iida, and yaoyorozu escape successfully? he has not heard anything and it is causing him extreme stress. he very nearly neglects to consider why he is alive and where he is, rather than dead … and even when he considers it, he is so overwhelmed by the prospect of the others not making it out alright that he does not linger on his own situation.

it is almost a relief when he finally, after some indeterminate amount of time, hears movement somewhere nearby. he is almost relieved when he identifies the sound of footsteps, but that feeling is outweighed by apprehension — who is coming? is it one of the league? all for one, perhaps? maybe heroes that found where he is being kept? unfortunately, when the door opens to the room he is being kept in, it is the worst of the prospects who appears before him — all for one himself, alive and in the flesh.

❝ you … ❞ his voice is quiet and a lump forms in his throat. if all for one is here … that means that … he furrows his brow and turns his head, fixes his gaze on the ground. he refuses to let himself jump to conclusions. just because all for one is here … doesn’t mean all might is …

❝ what’s going on? ❞

      WHILE IT HAD BEEN a brave act to try and save their friend ,  ankoku mostly considered it futile and naive .  as well as other things ;  but mostly innocent .  and to think that the man almost left them get away easily . . .  well ,  five of them did ,  but he didn’t care for those .  but to be able to meet the new holder . . .  the ninth successor in person ?  that almost made him laugh ,  truthfully .  good thing he had taken that hero’s quirk just in time ,  otherwise . . .  he would have missed this chance .

      so ,  after pulling him down from their not so unexpected heist ( at least not to him )  ,  he made sure that midoriya izuku would be removed from the situation .  you try and take something from him ,  well ,  you need to pay it back ,  don’t you ?  how rude of the heroes . . .  to think they could just decide on things like this without his say in the argument .  which ,  truth be told ,  him taking izuku was more for personal matters :  all for one and one for all . . .  once again together .  and ankoku would take his time with this .

      the battle was a big and important one --- the fall of the symbol of peace would go down in history --- and now the people knew of what he was capable of .  fear once again settled in their hearts ,  and all for one enjoyed knowing he was the cause of it .  to know that now they would see how this tragic fairy tale ends .

      the halls are mostly empty on this section of their hideout ,  the sound of nothing except his footsteps to be heard as he walks towards his prize .  and he hums ,  happy truly ,  the bloody red cloth he now had in his hand a reminder of who lost .  once he opens the doors ,  he is greeted with the other already awake .  good ,  less work for him then .   “  isn’t it obvious ?  “   he simply asks ,  a smile on his lips as the only light of the room coming from behind him ,  from the open door .

      “  hello ,  midoriya izuku . . .  “

          ‘   how would you know what i w — !!  ’   he begins to snap back at him ,  but cuts himself short as he visibly flinches at the touch ,  expecting the worst .  what is he going to do ?  steal his quirk ?  hell ,  izuku is well aware that all for one could kill him with a single touch if he really wanted .  but nothing ever happens ,  to his surprise ,  izuku’s stiffened frame eventually relaxing .  leaning into the hand on his head ,  even ,  though he internally curses away at himself ,  aching for physical touch to leech comfort from .  why is he finding comfort in all for one ? 

he hates himself for it ,  how his breathing slows and his heart seems to stop pounding away in his chest ,  the shakiness of his hands begin to calm down ;  only left with the mental and physical exhaustion that trailed after his panic ,  along with an unfamiliar warmth ,  a misplaced feeling of safety . .  but why would he feel safe with HIM ?     (  why would you help me ?  what are you doing ?  i don’t trust you ,  why would i let you -  how would you know what i want ?  what do i want ?  )

so many thoughts run through his head yet he struggles to open his mouth ,  only a whimper once he finally croaks out a simple     ‘   why — . .   ’

      ANKOKU AND IZUKU ,  so many generations apart yet still related by blood ( and really ,  nothing else besides that ) ;  who would have thought that they would have this many similarities ?  it almost surprised him :  that after being away for most of his life ,  they somehow found each other again ;  and not only that ,  but are not so different like one would expect .   “ i know what a lot of people want ,  izuku .  you’re no different .  “   it’s what he says as his quirk is used ,  as he pats the other’s head softly ,  gently --- this seems to do the trick with this one .

      and then ,  the man sits down on the ground beside him ,  not moving closer nor further away .  the quirk is now activated ,  either way ,  so for as long as he wants it would work on the other what a wonderful quirk this one was .  and so ,  he will take his time ,  no need to hurry things up .   “  why what ?  “

@heroboy​ spoke : “there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.”  / give me the forbidden katsuki interactions sonia

      HE DIDN’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS ;  katsuki wasn’t having a good day to begin with ,  stupid shit happening all over and he couldn’t care less .  well ,  that’s a lie ( one can tell how much it upset him for how his mood dropped over the day ) ,  but nobody needs to know it .

      but then he had to come and act all worried about it ,  like he always does ;  bakugo is tired of it .  can’t he mind his own business for one day ?  why does he always do this ?  why does he still care after all these years ?   “  no .  “   a fair warning ,  he isn’t as reckless as he was a year prior .  but his temper is still pretty much the same ,  the difference is that now he has much more control .