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New Beginnings?

So this story is inspired by gglitch1dd’s post about Small town My Hero Academia. Honestly go read her story Sweet-bee if you like Kiribaku x reader; it’s amazing! I’ve reread it so many times.

So my story is loosely inspired (I made some changes but barely) and involves an OC. After reading her post and remembering the first season of Once upon a Time, I couldn’t get the idea out of my head and decided to write it. Very much just for fun and considering continuing it; I just don’t have the ending figured out.

Mostly fluff. Let me know if there is anything; triggers or errors.

Italics are thoughts.

Enjoy!

Summary: an unknown quirk sends all of UA and some others to a small town... in an alternate reality! No memories of their real lives and no quirks. A calm, peaceful life where everything is perfect. A bit too perfect.

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 A new life?

Lizelle holds Eri close under the desk as a villain rant and raves through the school’s PA system. The red feather necklace around Lizelle’s neck shake as Hawks sends his feathers throughout the building to find the villain.

Class 1A and 1B had gathered for a joint training session with most of their mentors also there to see the progress. Lizelle was there to keep watch over the students’ emotional states as they go through the course because of her quirk ‘Colourful Emotions’.

While she is Hawks’ personal assistant, she is a family friend of Present Mic and had been living with him and Aizawa since she was a teenager until she was old enough to care for herself. She had become close to the 1A class and Eri. And ever since working with Hawks, Mirko had become a good friend.

Everybody had gathered for the training session when something shook the building and a bunch of goons invaded the premises. Lizelle had grabbed Eri who was sitting with her and took cover under Present Mic’s desk while he went down from the presenter booth to join the fight. Then who they assume is the main boss started making threats over the announcement system.

Lizelle focused on the villain’s voice to hear the last part of his speech. He chuckled darkly:

“Aren’t you heroes tired of it all? Don’t you wanna live a normal life…?”

Lizelle gasped as she noticed a strange mist filling the room and everywhere else.

“… and leave the rest of us alone?”

Lizelle peeked over the over desk to notice all the heroes starting to faint. Her necklace stills and she knows it got to Hawks as well. She coughed trying to get the mist out. She heard Eri cough as well.

“Eri-berry, hold your breath.”

Both she and Eri hold their breaths but then a blinding light fills everybody’s vision before it went pitch black.

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Lizelle groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. She looked around the bedroom while reaching for her phone to shut off her alarm. She yawns, stretches and runs a brush through her long golden blonde hair before making her way out, down the stairs and into the kitchen where Hizashi Yamada otherwise known by his radio show personality, Present Mic is busy cooking breakfast.

“Morning Uncle Zashi.”

“Morning Lizzy. How did you sleep?”

“Pretty well. One thing is for sure. The bed was not the reason for Shinso’s insomnia.”

Hizashi chuckled: “Glad to hear it’s not that at least.”

She smiled as she sat down.

“Thanks for letting me stay in Hitoshi’s old room for now.”

Hizashi smiled at her from the stove: “No problem. You know you are like my own daughter. I’ll always help.”

Lizelle smiled: “Why couldn’t you be my real dad?”

“Then I would to have had you when I was 9.”

“Well you were a flirt since you were young if Aunt Nem is to be believed.”

The two laugh at that.

“Yet I met my soulmate in high school and won him over,” He pressed a hand to his heart.

“More like you didn’t leave me alone.”

The two turn to see Shouta Aizawa walk into the kitchen carrying a very sleepy Eri.

“You didn’t exactly try to get rid of me. C’mon admit it, deep down you liked me.”

Aizawa shakes his head at his husband. He put Eri adjacent to Lizelle’s left before walking to kiss Hizashi.

“Zashi, the pancakes.”

Hizashi looked over to see the pancakes starting to look a little too brown. He quickly moved the finished pancake to a plate. Lizelle smiled at the cute scene before turning her head to the tired girl rubbing her eyes.

She gave a quick tickle to the little girl’s sides: “Morning Eri-berry.”

Eri gave a small shriek of laughter. Lizelle giggled.

“Morning Uncle Shou.”

“Morning Lizzy,” he sits down adjacent to Lizelle’s right.

Hizashi places the food down and greets his daughter with a kiss to her head.

“So what is your plan for today?” Aizawa asks Lizelle as they start to eat.

Lizelle shrugs: “Explore the town, look at living places, look for a job, maybe even visit Shinso on his break.”

“Y’know, if you can’t find anything, you are more than welcome to come help me or Shouta at our jobs.”

“Thanks Uncle Zashi but I don’t see how much help I’ll be at the Sheriff or Radio station. Thanks for the offer; I’ll definitely keep it as a back up.”

“Daddy, Papa, can I show Lizzy around town?” Eri asks with her mouth full pancakes.

“Eri, swallow before you talk,” Aizawa gently said while Hizashi jokingly presses her chin up, “I don’t know.”

“Oh come one Dadzawa,” Lizelle grinned, “Eri knows the town better than me and I can keep her safe.”

Aizawa sighed but looked doubtful.

“Babe this whole town knows Eri is the sheriff’s daughter and not to mess with her. Eri will actually keep Lizelle safe, especially if the League decide to be annoying today. They know not to mess with your family,” Hizashi reasons, “Besides Lizelle is right. Eri knows the town better and this way Lizelle won’t get lost.”

Aizawa sighs again, knowing Hizashi is right and that he is fighting a losing battle.

“Fine, you can show Lizzy around.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep each other safe,” Lizelle gave the little girl a side squeeze.

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Eri kisses and hugs her dads goodbye.

“See you two later.” Hizashi waves.

“Be safe,” Aizawa calls after them.

“We will,” Eri giggles.

“Bye Dadzawa. Bye Papa Mic.”

“Bye girls.”

The two girls set off down the street to the right in the direction of what looked like a school. Currently mostly empty since it was Saturday. Maybe some overtime teachers or sport teams, other than that a ghost place.

“That’s my school!” Eri excitedly points.

“Oh really? Remind me what grade are you in?”

“Grade 2. Mr. Togata is my teacher.”

“Wow you’re getting big,” Lizelle squeezes Eri’s left hand.

As they turn the corner, Eri spots something that makes her squeal. Lizelle tightens her grips when she feels the little girl wants to run. Standing outside the gates are two men who turn in their direction upon hearing Eri. Seeing Eri, the two men wave. Lizelle makes sure they get safely across the street. Only then does she let the little girl run to them.

“Hi Eri!”

The tall blond picks up the girl as she happily squeals.

“Hi Mr. Togata! Hi Mr. Deku!”

The green haired man next to them gently pats Eri on the head: “Hi Eri.”

The man Eri calls Deku turns to Lizelle. He greets her with small nervous smile.

“Hi I’m Izuku Midoriya, understudy to Mayor All Might.”

Lizelle shakes his hand.

“So Deku?” She asks curiously.

He shrugged: “A mean nickname I was given when I was younger. I’m trying to put a more positive spin on it.”

Lizelle nodded in understanding: “I get that.”

The taller blond shook her hand: “Hi My name is Mirio Togata. I’m Eri’s teacher.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Lizelle. I’m a family friend of Hizashi Yamada. I just moved to town and I’m staying with them till I find a job and my own place. Eri is busy showing me around town.”

“Well welcome to Yuuie,” Mirio says with smile.

“And if you’re looking for a job just to keep busy, there is always the Midnight and Fatgum diner/bar and B&B and the library are always looking for volunteers,” Izuku suggest, “If it’s more a specific profession, Yuuie has a lot of businesses. Sure you’ll find something.”

Lizelle nods gratefully: “Thank you. I shall look into those places,” she looks to Eri, “C’mon sweetie we still got a lot to see. Maybe we can even go visit your brother if we are there on his break.”

“Yay!” Mirio gently puts her down.

She grabs Lizelle’s hand again and they continue walking down the street waving goodbye to Mirio and Izuku.

Walking across the street they pass a park and start passing some houses. About halfway Eri points out the Mayor’s House with trees surrounding it. They cross the street and tree line into the second main street where by the looks of it, is the most action. People walk up and down, doorbells constantly clinging as people enter and leave.

Eri quickly tugs Lizelle to cross to the right of the street while throwing slightly nervous looks to the biggest building on the corner of the left block.

“Everything okay Eri-berry?”

“Daddy always says to avoid that place and be careful here.”

Lizelle looks at the building. Two shops occupy it; Shigaraki’s bar and Dabi’s tattoo parlour. It’s a little rundown but otherwise okay. Lizelle can’t help the negative feeling that reaches her, making her feel on edge. The place definitely looks like trouble. Or at least definitely not the place for a little girl to be.

A man walks out of the parlour. He leans against the outside wall and lights a cigarette. She can only see the tattoos under his eyes, jaw, neck and wrists but Lizelle is positive he is probably covered in them as well as multiple piercings.

Was the flame from his lighter blue?

He pulls the cigarette from his mouth and releases a puff of smoke. Through the smoke he catches Lizelle’s eye. He looks her up and down with his piercing blue eyes before giving a nod. Lizelle gives friendly smile in return and then focuses back on helping Eri across the street.

“New plaything?” a female voice asks from the door.

Dabi turns his head to the blond girl: “Nah that Aizawa brat was with her. Unless we want the Sheriff to strangle us we better not mess with what’s his.”

“Aw, not fair,” Toga complains. Dabi simply shakes his head.

At the corner Eri points to a building on the left block behind the building on the street.

“There’s Dadzawa’s work…”

Then she points to the slightly L-shaped building diagonally in front of the Sheriff’s Station.

“… and there’s Papa Mic’s.”

Lizelle nods.

They past the Post Office, an apartment building behind a small park and past another building they reach the Midnight and Fatgum diner/bar.

“Wanna a milkshake, Eri-berry?”

Eri’s eyes sparkle as she looks up at her: “Can we?”

“Sure. C’mon let’s go in.”

The bell rings as the two enter. They walk up to the counter and Lizelle helps Eri up. A beautiful girl with long blue hair comes walking out from behind.

“Nejire!”

“There’s my little berry. Your daddy called and said I’m off babysitting duty today,” the girl turned to Lizelle, “Hi, I’m Neijre Hado, waitress and the occasional babysitter for this little angel.”

“She is also the town’s resident beauty queen,” a large man comes walking out from the kitchen, almost squatting to get through the doorways.

“And this is Taishiro Toyomitsu otherwise known as Fatgum, best cook in Yuuie,” Nejire giggled, tapping the man’s belly, “And he knows it.”

The man gives a jolly laugh.

Lizelle smiled, enjoying the wholesome energy in this place.

“I’m Lizelle, I’m new and a family friend of this little one’s family.”

“Welcome to Yuuie Miss. We hope you enjoy your stay here,” Fatgum smiles warmly.

“Thank you,” she smiles back. He feels like an uncle.

“So what can we get for you?”

“I’d like a chocolate milkshake and some fries. You Eri?”

“An apple pie and strawberry milkshake please.”

Nejire winked at the two: “You got it.”

Fatgum moves back into kitchen and Nejire cuts out a slice of apple pie for Eri. She then hands a small A6 card to Lizelle, full of numbers.

Upon Lizelle’s confused look, Nejire explains: “Numbers of the business around here. If you are ever in need of a handyman the mechanics shop is the place to call and ask for Eijiro Kirishima. That mountain of man can fix anything.”

Lizelle smirked: “Mountain, huh?”

“Well he is Fatgum’s nephew.”

“Ah, that explains it.”

Nejire giggled: “He works at the shop with his cousin Tetsutetsu and it is owned by Mei Hatsume. That girl is genius with machines and Tetsu seems like he bend steel, almost has if…”

“He is steel himself,” Lizelle gets a weird look on her face before shaking her head. She lifts the page, “The others?”

“Right. The mechanics is behind the sheriff station by the way. Right next to us is the vet/pet shelter run by Tsuyu Asui and Koji Koda. Then across from us is Ojiro’s dojo and next to that we have our Electrician Denki Kaminari. He’s good but don’t worry if he shocks himself. It happens from time to time.”

At Lizelle concerned look Nejire quickly adds: “He’s fine. He is practically Pikachu by now.”

“As long as he is not Pichu,” Lizelle shakes her head.

Nejire laughs, tipping her head: “Well…”

Shaking her head, she continues: “I’m assuming you walked past the school? And of course where the sheriff and radio station is?”

Lizelle nods: “Eri also pointed out the Mayor’s house to me. And the bar and tattoo parlour I was warned from.”

Lizelle gently pats Eri on the head.

Nejire nodded with a tight mouth: “Yeah the league… aren’t bad but they are trouble. So best to try stay away as much as you can.”

Lizelle raises and eyebrow: “The League?”

“The League of Delinquents.”

“I saw a man with tattoos and piercings smoking outside the tattoo place.”

“That’s Dabi. He seems chill, but you don’t want to piss him off. He has an affinity for arson. The one you really have to careful around is Shigaraki. He runs that place and the league. Also Toga; she’s a blonde girl with sharp teeth. She has a weird fascination for blood and sometimes gets a little stab happy. So just be careful.”

“And Shigaraki?”

Nejire shudders a little: “Trust me you’ll know. He just seems dangerous.”

Lizelle nods. Geez you guys go on about these guys like their villains.

Nejire puts back on her smile: “Anyways, we also have Rikido Sato’s bakery, Hanta Sero’s restaurant, Tamaki Amajiki’s flower shop; that’s Fatgum’s adopted son and Mirio’s Boyfriend.”

Lizelle raises her eyebrow with a smile: “Ok cute.”

Nejire giggled: “And both are my boyfriends.”

Lizelle gasped: “Lucky you! Kinda jealous. Of you and them.”

They both laugh.

“You?” Nejire bends her hand at the wrist in a silent question.

“I’m…” Lizelle snaps her fingers into a finger gun/thumbs up and peace signs.

“Ah,” Nejire nods in understanding, “Ok then there are the builders (that are behind Denki and Ojiro’s places), the library’s number, if you want to shop wood personally the lumberjack office; ask for Rumi. She is the boss and she is one the people who knows the woods the best. Mina Ashido’s hair salon, Yuga Aoyama’s Twinkling Styling Palace; it’s mostly a clothing shop but Mina, Toru Hagukure and Aoyama together are a styling dream team. They helped me with the beauty pageants. We also have the Yaoyorozu’s Properties, the gym, the Bank of Iida, the Todoroki Supermarket, and Yuuie Hospital and of course the town hall.”

Nejire juts her thumb to Eri: “Your little tour guide here knows where everything is.”

Lizelle smirks at Eri: “And why do you know everything?”

Eri giggled, finishing up her milkshake.

Nejire smiled: “Sheriff Aizawa wanted to make sure if anything happened, Eri knows all the safe places to go to.”

Lizelle nods with a small smile: “That sounds like Dadzawa.”

As the two finishes up, Lizelle pulls out her wallet. Fatgum quickly pops through the window.

“Uh uh, It’s on the house.”

“You sure?”

“Of course, especially for my favourite customer,” He winks at Eri with broad grin.

Lizelle grins: “Thanks for everything. The food was delicious. And thanks for all the info Nejire.”

The blue haired waitress waves at her as they exit.

Eri points out Ojiro’s dojo and Denki’s Electrics across the street and the vet next door to the diner. They cross the town square over to the library with a clock tower on top of the corner of the building. Across the street at the corner was Sato’s Bakery and next to it Sero’s Restaurant. Next to them was Mina’s hair salon and connected to it Aoyama’s Twinkling Styling Palace.

Lizelle giggled at the name.

Next to the library was Yaoyorozu’s Properties and on the corner Amajiki’s Flower shop.

“Wanna stop by the library real quick? I want to ask the librarian something.”

Eri nodded and the two headed in. Lizelle sighed in relief at coolness compared to beating sun outside. There was a little dark haired girl with purple eyes a few years older than Eri sitting in a dark corner reading by a low light. A dark haired man with Goth makeup came from the office behind the desk. Eri waved to him.

She gave a whispered greeting: “Hi Tokoyami.”

“Hi Eri,” He whispered back in a pretty deep voice.

Huh this man’s makeup makes him look like crow or raven. Cool.

“Hi, I’m Fumikage Tokoyami, how can I help?”

“Oh hi! I’m Lizelle, I’m new to town. I was wondering with there are any positions open here.”

Tokoyami shook his head: “Not at the moment, but if you don’t mind working part time, we always accept volunteers. On certain days we are busier, especially when exam season comes.”

Lizelle nods with a smile: “Yeah I don’t mind.”

Lizelle gives Tokoyami her contact information. Lizelle waves Eri over for them to leave. Lunch is soon if they want to make it on time for Shinso’s break. Tokoyami hands Eri an apple with small smile. The two wave goodbye. As they leave they hear Tokoyami talk to the other girl:

“Shadow, do not read by such a low light. It is not good for your eyes.”

“But I don’t like the bright light!”

Lizelle smiled as the door closes. Must be brother and sister.

Lizelle and Eri continue down the street. They stop outside Tamaki’s flower shop to smell some of the flowers outside. Lizelle looked at bouquet of white and red roses with a smile on her face. She always liked the beauty more than the smell. Mostly flowers smell like plants to her. There are very few flowers’ smells she actually likes.

Lizelle looks from smiling at Eri to through the window when she spots movement from her peripheral vision. Just in time to see an indigo haired man duck out of sight. Lizelle tilts her head to side. He peaks around but ducks back upon noticing she is still looking. Lizelle gives a small smile at the man’s shyness. She offers him small wave before ushering Eri along.

They turn right to the main street. Then a turn left to walk to the hospital. Walking in, up to the front desk, Lizelle asks if Dr. Hitoshi Shinso is on his break. The woman about to ask the reason why she wants to see him, spots Eri. She smiles and waves the two on ahead while giving directions to his office. Eri leads the way.

Knocking on the door, Lizelle hears Shinso’s tired: “Come in.”

“Hey doc, got time for lunch?”

Shinso looks up and smirks: “Hey Lizzy. Hey Eri!”

Eri runs up to him and he easily picks her.

“Yeah sure lunch. We can do that.”

The three sit down in the cafeteria.

“So you enjoying your time here so far?” Shinso asks around the bad cup of coffee.

“Oh yeah this place is great. Everyone is so friendly. Well mostly everybody.”

Shinso frowns, confused before he asks concerned: “You didn’t run in to the league did you? Dadzawa would have their heads.”

Lizelle shakes her head: “Not really. Just saw one of the members. Nothing happened.”

“Ok good. How’s the living situation?”

“Pretty good. Thanks for okaying the use of your room.”

“Sure.”

“Other than that, it is nice. But I would like my own place.”

Shinso gets a thoughtful look: “And a roommate?”

“I wouldn’t mind a roommate. Helps with rent and stuff.”

“How about...” Shinso puts down his cup, “You move in with me?”

“At your apartment?”

“Yeah the apartment building next to the Post office. I have a spare room/ loft. Also I’m barely home because of the hours at the hospital. It will be more like your apartment and I crash there.”

Lizelle giggles: “I know you can’t help it but you should stop overworking yourself.”

He shrugs: “So what do you say? Once you get a job you can start helping with rent if you want to, but you don’t need to. I make more than enough with a doctor salary. Besides I can’t help much cleaning wise and stuff, so the least I can do is pay the rent.”

Lizelle sighs: “Hitoshi I can’t expect you...”

Shinso holds up his hand: “I want to. I have no problem paying the rent but it’s going to waste because I’m barely there. So whaddya say?”

Lizelle thinks about: “I mean free place, not too far from Eri-them, nearby possible work place...”

Shinso smiled and sat up to reach into his pocket.

Lizelle looks up as she makes her decision: “Ok sure I would love to. Oh!”

She backs a little when she found keys in front of her face.

“Here are the keys to the apartment building and my flat. Go take a look at it. If your decision is completely final we can go make you a copy.”

Lizelle takes the keys and smiles gratefully at Shinso: “Thank you. I really appreciate this.”

Shinso just smirks: “It’s not a problem. You’re family. If we switched places you would have done the same.”

Lizelle nods: “True.”

When his break was over, Lizelle and Eri say goodbye and head back. They stop by the park for a bit while Eri plays with some of her friends.

Lizelle stands at the edge to watch Eri when a siren rings through the air. Lizelle jumps and looks behind her to see Aizawa climb out of the sheriff car.

“What’s with the siren?”

“Easy way to get your attention.”

Lizelle smirks: “Well you got it. Here to arrest me officer?”

Aizawa chuckles: “So how is everything?”

“Great. Eri showed me around, I have places for possible jobs and I have a place to live.”

Aizawa raises an eyebrow.

“Shinso offered me his flat because he is barely there because of his hours and the rent is technically going to waste.”

Aizawa sighs and shakes his head: “That boy works hard. Too hard sometimes. I told him he is more than welcome to stay at home. He didn’t listen.”

“Sometimes people gotta learn by bumping their own heads even when you wanna protect them.”

“Unfortunately. So his apartment?”

“Mhm. He gave me the keys to go check it out. Then we will make my own copy.”

Aizawa nods: “Alright. I can take Eri off your hands if you want.”

Lizelle shakes her head: “Nah that’s okay. I’m good with taking care of Eri for the rest of day.”

“You sure?”

Lizelle nods.

“Ok. Well I got to get back to work. Eri!”

Eri runs over with excitement. The two hug.

“I’ll see you two later tonight.”

“Bye Daddy!” “Bye Dadzawa!”

Lizelle let’s Eri play for a little while longer before they head for the apartment.

Outside parked on the street was a gold motorcycle with red wings and the words ‘Fierce Wings’ on the side. Lizelle nodded impressed before opening up the front door and letting Eri through.

At the mailboxes in the wall stand a man a couple inches taller than Lizelle with feathery blond hair. He wore a tan jacket with two red wings printed on the back, continuing onto the sleeves. Considering he was putting packages and letters into the mailboxes with a big bag slung across his body, Lizelle assumed he is the mailman and that the bike outside is his.

Lizelle started up the stairs.

“Hi Mr. Hawks,” Eri greets the man.

He turns slightly to greet her, only slightly seeing Lizelle before she disappears up the stairs.

Hawks blinks slightly before shrugging.

Eri joins Lizelle as they go to the third floor. 3A, here it is.

She unlocks the door and lets Eri in first. It was small but decently sized with a lot of woodwork. Lizelle snorted. This is very cottage-core. Too much for you, Shinso. But the rest of the apartment was more Shinso. Minimally decorated with just the basic essentials aka – does anybody even actually live here? Oh and coffee.

The place was in good condition from just a brief look, just a bit dusty and dirty, Lizelle noted. Eri showed her around while Lizelle smiled at how cute Eri was. Up the stairs were the loft and the other bedroom. Once again minimally decorated and mostly empty.

“Are you gonna stay with Toshi from now on?”

“Uh yeah, I think I am,” Lizelle sits next to her on the bed, noticing a slight twinge of sadness from Eri even though her face doesn’t say anything.

Lizelle slightly bumps shoulders: “Don’t worry; I’m still going to see you all the time. Who do you think is gonna babysit you?”

She nuzzles her nose against Eri’s playfully, grinning at Eri’s giggle, sadness gone.

The two lock up and leave, bring Shinso’s keys back for him and head home.

Seeing nobody else home yet she decides to get head start on dinner. She hears Eri watching TV and by the sound of it, it was some superhero anime. Lizelle smiles as Eri cheers for the heroes. Considering the back story of Eri, it’s no wonder she has a great love for heroes. Lizelle growled slightly, thinking of Eri’s past. If I ever get my hands on that abusive foster father of hers... Thank goodness Mirio had noticed the signs of something wrong at her house; first the wounds on her arms, explained away by saying she’s reckless and clumsy even though Eri was the gentlest and most careful of all the kids in his class; and second Eri’s hesitancy to go home. Mirio got Izuku involved and using his high position in town along with some others’ help including the Deputy Mayor Mirai Sasaki, they were able to save Eri.

Lizelle had heard the story from Shinso and Mic. She was happy to meet two of Eri’s saviours today, but didn’t want to say anything in front of Eri in case of trauma triggers. Lizelle quickly focuses back on the food to avoid burning it. She giggles as she is reminded of this morning with Mic and the pancakes. No wonder people who don’t know us think we are related.

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After dinner and telling Mic and Aizawa about their day, Lizelle helps Mic wash up as Aizawa takes Eri upstairs to get her ready for bed.

“So which job do you think of going after?” Mic asks as he dries the plates.

“Well Tokoyami from the library has my contact details if he ever needs my help, but I am thinking of maybe doing some part-time at the diner and maybe somewhere else as well. At least like secretary or cashier considering I don’t have the skills to help at the other aspects of the businesses here.”

Mic nods: “Well, that sounds good. After all you won’t have to worry too much about money with the rent being Shinso’s responsibility and you do need the time to work on your real career. But hey...”

Mic puts a gentle hand on Lizelle’s shoulder so she focuses on him.

“... Don’t go throwing yourself out there and stressing yourself out too much. I know you and I know that’s what you’ll do. You are away from your family. You have no one to prove yourself to here and us to support you. And don’t listen to those negative little voices inside your head because you know those are your family’s words and thoughts, not your own.”

Lizelle smiles and gives Mic a hug: “Thanks Papa Mic.”

The two finish up and retire for the night. Everything here is perfect...

A little too perfect.

Every Mentor/Mentee Relationship Ranked (Most to Least Fav)

1. All Might & Deku: They are one of the main relationships in MHA. I love that their dynamic is also a father-son one. My favorite moment is when All Might made Izuku a bento for him.

2. Hawks & Tokoyami: Their relationship was so interesting because their attitudes are different but mesh so well. I really liked that Tokoyami’s power grew when mentored by Hawks. Also, Tokoyami cried the first time when Hawks was grievously hurt and his spy status was revealed.

3. Gran Torino & Deku: I like their dynamic and Gran Torino helped Izuku level up his power. Deku incorporating Torino’s scarf was sweet but would’ve been better if the latter died (still shocked he didn’t die from Shigaraki’s attack).

4. Fat Gum, Kirishima, & Amajiki: Fat Gum’s jovial personality matches well with Kirishima while his supportive trait helped Amajiki grow. Fat Gum is also a fun character and he’s one of my favorite pro heroes.

5. Aizawa & Shinso: I was so happy that Shinso got a chance to try out the Hero Course. Aizawa giving Shinso a replica of his signature scarf and teaching him to be stealthy was great and upgraded Shinso’s hero potential. I wish they had more moments together.

6. Best Jeanist & Bakugo: I didn’t really care about this mentor/mentee relationship until it was implied that Bakugo wanted to wait and tell Jeanist his hero name first. Afterwards, I grew to really like it.

7. Sir Nighteye & Mirio: I liked how much they cared about each other. I teared up when Mirio cried after Nighteye’s goodbye and death. I think it would’ve been higher on the list if Nighteye didn’t die so soon.

8. Endeavor, Deku, Bakugo, & Shoto: I think I would’ve liked this group if more time was dedicated to the training. Shoto got better, but I don’t think Deku and Bakugo progressed that much compared to Todoroki.

9. Selkie & Tsuyu: Selkie’s a fun character and was a good mentor to Tsuyu. His louder personality and Tsuyu’s calmer one worked well. I liked the episodes he was in.

10. Ryuku, Uraraka, Tsuyu & Nejire: I like all these characters and their personalities meshed well. Ryuku seemed like a good mentor and hero but her character wasn’t that interesting.

11. Uraraka & Gunhead: Gunhead’s martial arts helped Uraraka throughout the series, but there is only one moment where their dynamic was shown. Gunhead seems like a nice guy though.

12. Midnight & Mina: I had no idea Midnight was Mina’s mentor until her death. I never really cared for Midnight so I was more angry with how her death was written than her actual death. I’m glad it led to Mina being a bit more prominent at least.

13. Uwabami, Momo, & Kendo: I was disappointed that Momo’s mentorship was this. I really wanted to see her potential grow, but all she did was the commercial. I didn’t care for the pro-hero and had to search up her name. The only good thing from this sequence is Momo and Kendo’s friendship. I understand that it wasn’t meant to show Stain’s point, but I’m disappointed that Momo didn’t progress like the other characters.

14. Manual & Iida: Manual was a nice guy and got along well with Iida.

Figured I'd post this here as well. Legit just Fatgum and Rough-Time taking a walk through the streets.

Okay-

I need to stop-

But.

It just look to freaking cute to not do. And it looks so soft ಥ‿ಥ

(sorry if the line art is shaky)

So... Hi! I am brand new to tumblr! And decided to post some of my art. I happen to just a really big fanboy of lots of series. Including my hero academia...

Okay so yes I am a fanboy of fatgum. I love both of his forms to be honest. (I slightly prefer his fat form actually.)

Yeah. I am hoping to make some art friends and I hope you enjoy the art.

So... Hi! I am brand new to tumblr! And decided to post some of my art. I happen to just a really big fanboy of lots of series. Including my hero academia...

Okay so yes I am a fanboy of fatgum. I love both of his forms to be honest. (I slightly prefer his fat form actually.)

Yeah. I am hoping to make some art friends and I hope you enjoy the art.

He's literally one of my fave characters, I need to draw more of him. He's so fun to draw :0

Asleep In The Keep-Chapter 7

DPxMHA crossover Fic

Chapter 7: Meeting Topic: Phantom

Summary: The Hero Commission hosts a meeting about the mysterious Phantom threat

Word Count: 2178

It had been a few hours after the Stain and Phantom incident. Every hero who had interacted with the unknown vigilante was called in for a meeting after they discussed what would be done with The Hero Killer. Taishiro, better known as the BMI hero: Fat Gum, had been waiting 3 hours in a white hallway. He could’ve gone home, washed off the grime and mental weight of the day, but he was plagued with a prickling anxiety. He was one of the only heroes who talked with the boy, so his information and perspective was critical.  

The office doors swung open and a small cluster of drones in suits exited.  

“The meeting will start in a few minutes.” A woman by the door called out to the hallway. She turned back inside but left the door open. There were only a few other people, all of them heroes, in the hall waiting with him. Most of them were in their civilian clothes, but like him, the rest were still draped in their hero costumes.  

No one moved for a moment, so Taishiro decided it must be him to make the first move. In stilted motions, he got up and approached the open door. The doorway was wide and tall to accommodate those with larger physiques. Taishiro had already shed the weight of his quirk earlier that night and went through without fuss. There were people still remaining in the room. They all had tired expressions, as if being there sucked all life out, which made sense as they were previously discussing The Hero Killer. At the front of the table was Endeavor, and although he always looked angry to Taishiro, on his face was a mirrored expression with everyone else, although he hid it well. Taishiro quickly found an empty seat and silently sat down. The others from the hallway followed in silently. Noise didn’t even exist in the room, it was like even the air held its breath, and the chairs were quiet as people settled in, due to the carpeted floors. The room had the atmosphere of a high school detention. But the situation was much more serious than a prank on a teacher.  

A few other heroes were already in the room alongside Endeavor. From how Taishiro understood it, they were there when the Hero Killer was defeated. The other occupants of the room were an official from the Hero Commission, two cops judging from their demeanor (one with a dog head), and surprisingly enough, the principal of UA (or maybe that should be expected considering his intellect and that supposedly, three of his students were involved). After everyone filed in from the hallway, the women shut the door and sat beside the official.  

That was the queue for the official to start talking, she stood up like how a king would address his court, and announced, “I am Jin Makoto, I will be the acting representative of the Hero Commission.” Her voice was monotone, but strict. Her face was apathetic, but Taishiro got the impression that it was from boredom. Although she dressed professionally, her blue hair in half-up box braids and wearing a black tailored suit, her eyes were sunken and puffy from lack of sleep.  

“As you all should know, we are here to discuss the new vigilante known as 'Phantom'” her eyes scanned across the room and not a pair of eyes strayed from her, “Some of you may be wondering why him? Why is this vigilante so special? These are the wrong questions. They question him individually, not the overall picture that he is a part of.” She gave Endeavor a pointed look, “there have been 'sightings' ” she rolled her eyes at the phrase, as if they were discussing a kappa, “all over Hosu earlier tonight. He appeared to be entirely focused on doing rescue missions and was able to travel between locations at a speed comparable to Hawks.” 

A few gasps filled the room. Ms. Makoto coughed to get their attention back, “If it was just this issue, a meeting would not be necessary, as we could easily counteract him and 'bring him to justice' ” she let her annoyance slip through, “However, and I’m sure some of you have guessed, that was not the only quirk he has exhibited.” She finished and she let the gravity of what she just said sink into the room.    

The pin dropped, and then suddenly heroes erupted in questions, even Taishiro gasped. The only ones who remained quiet were principal Nezu, who had not said anything during the meeting, and the heroes left over from the Stain meeting, who all bowed their heads to the ground.  

“Are you sure this is the case? What if you are mistaking him for a bunch of different people?” A hero, whose name escaped Taishiro, rang out in the clamor. It was a valid question, one that even Taishiro could reason out. Of course, a person couldn’t have more than one quirk, unless it was a natural combination of their parents, but judging from how Ms. Makoto stated it, left little room that this was the case. He remembered his run in with the vigilante. The chill he got when he looked into the boy’s eyes and maw... A shiver ran along his spine.   

She looked at the hero in annoyance, as if she was upset at him for not taking her word, “Although each encounter was brief, they are all consistent in how he was described. An adolescent appearing roughly 17-18 years of age, white floating hair, and blue skin wearing a black & white hazmat suit. There is also the matter of his involvement with the Hero Killer.” The room once again plunged into silence.  

Although they weren’t allowed to be on their phones or look at any media outlets before the meeting, they all were aware of the defeat and subsequent capture of the Hero Killer. That kind of thing you can’t put a lid on, but it was tight. The only information that anyone knew was that three UA kids happened upon Stain and Endeavor had defeated the villain. There was no mention of a possible accomplice.  

“This meeting is of course confidential, but what I’m about to say doesn’t exist outside of this room. The person responsible for the defeat of Stain,” she paused letting the tension build, “is Phantom.” 

More gasps filled the room as everyone turned to Endeavor. He sat rigidly, the stature of pride and strength. If he felt anything about that statement, he didn’t let it show.  

“Wait, doesn’t that mean he’s on our side?” Another hero spoke out. This time Taishiro did recognize him, he was the Normal Hero: Manual. “All you’ve said was that he rescued people and defeated Stain? I was even one of the people he saved.” other heroes spoke up in agreement. Taishiro would have liked to join him, but their previous interaction repeated in his head. How the boy sought him out. How he tried to needle information from him. How it all felt like a trap.   

“He’s just some hopeless kid who wants to be a hero! Sure, he expressed it by becoming a vigilante, but I don’t think all this fanfare is necessary. Just catch him and give him a slap on the wrist. He obviously has the chops to become a hero.” a different hero replied, shooting a challenging glare towards Makoto. More heroes, presumably the ones who were saved by him, started shouting in protest. The once somber attitude of the room tore open and was replaced by a chaotic protest.  

Makoto looked calm like she expected this to happen. She just looked at them all blankly and put a finger to her lips. Silence . The heroes’ mouths were still moving, but after a second, they all looked around the room, confused at one another.  

“Perhaps I should reintroduce myself. I am Jin Makoto from the Hero Commission. My quirk is Volume. And I will have your attention.” She glared at the hero who started it all. Everyone returned to their seats and looked down like kids who just got reprimanded. Makoto made a small satisfied smirk, “Good. Now if you all use your heads and remember what I had said before about asking the right questions. Maybe I should rephrase one; why is He special? Why does he have multiple quirks? And now that you know more about the context, why did he defeat the Hero Killer.” 

It clicked.   

“I’m sure you all are also aware of the ‘Nomu’, as they’ve been called,” the heroes looked at each other in confusion at the term, “These multi-quirked individuals some of you fought. You don’t know this, or at least you shouldn’t since you were not permitted to access the internet, but they are confirmed to be from the League of Villains.” She turned toward Taishiro, “Fat Gum, tell them about your interaction with Phantom.” 

Taishiro stood up and with a sure voice explained what had happened with Phantom.  

“At first, I thought he was an innocent kid playing hero. I was playing along but was taking him in the direction of the authorities when he started asking me questions about other heroes. During the conversation his demeanor changed, and I saw him for what he was. His aura was suffocating, and it felt like death. I asked him to display his quirk, to gauge how dangerous he was. He showed me that he can go intangible, but now I understand that wasn’t his only quirk. Although I was the one leading, everything about it felt like walking into a trap. I was about to forcefully take him in when the explosions started happening. Then he was gone.” Taishiro sat back down. 

It was with his statement that made it finally click for the other heroes. They all looked pale.  

It felt like a trap.   

A hero brave or stupid enough to break the silence whimpered out, “Do we at least have any leads?” Everyone anxiously looked towards Makoto.  

“None at this moment” defeat filled the room, “There is no record of anyone with his characteristics with any of the quirks he displayed that we could find, except for one quirk and phenotype,” she looked pointedly at Endeavor, “But that has been ruled out. We also want to warn you, Phantom's face is unknown, and therefore he could be blending in. His appearance isn’t too outlandish to stick out, especially in the denser mutant-type quirk locations”  

“How do you not know what he looks like? He wasn’t wearing a mask and I clearly remember seeing his face?” Manual asked.  

“Well, what did he look like?” Makoto looked at him expectantly, her head slightly tilted in a condescending manner.  

“Well…” Manual started but trailed off, “I can’t remember…”  

“As I thought. We had sketch artists draw up approximations of what he looks like, however while there was a common face and head shape, his features were vague at best. Every time someone described him, they expressed confusion. They all stated they couldn’t remember what he looked like, as Manual just demonstrated.” Manual had the courage to look embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck. “We held this meeting to say to be on guard if you spot him. Do not engage and follow at a close distance. You must call in support with the code: Is it cold outside; and heroes in the surrounding areas as well as a special ops team will aid in his capture. We must all treat this with the utmost diligence. A general announcement will be issued to other heroes who were not in the meeting today, but everything that was discussed in this room, stays in this room under penalty of license removal or a long trip to Tartarus” Her eyes were steady, poisonous.  

Loud footsteps were heard outside and then the door slammed open. In the door frame, was a tiny stick man who looked even smaller when compared to the size of the door. He looked on the brink of death and wore a suit that was 3 sizes too big on him.  

“Ah, Mr. Yagi. You’re early.” Her lip twitched. She turned towards the rest of the heroes, “And with that, the meeting is adjourned. Most of you do not have the clearance for the next meeting.” All the heroes nervously started to leave, the cop and principal Nezu reminded seated, along with two heroes, one being Endeavor and the other a short old man Taishiro didn’t recognize, “That includes you, Endeavor.” She looked smug. Endeavor looked shocked (as much as a man with default RBF could), but left without a word, pushing past some of the other heroes in his way.  

Taishiro followed after, but stole one more glance towards the meeting room, trying to puzzle out what their next topic was. Nothing came to mind. Taishiro was too exhausted from the day and all that happened. He turned around and walked out.  

He needed to get some sleep.

Asleep In The Keep-Chapter 4

DPxMHA crossover Fic

Chapter 4: An Uneasy Feeling

Summary: Danny runs into a hero while exploring

Word Count: 2095

In the end, Danny had only gotten a few hours of sleep. He had slept in his ghost form, too afraid of what would happen if he transformed. Whoever said, “I'll sleep when I am dead”, was wrong and taunting Danny. 

He woke feeling restless, eager to travel home and grapple with his current unknown status. Despite this, he could only stare into the nothing of the patched hole. He tried not to think, really he did, but staring into the ectoplasm that lay mounted above him, stirred something in him. That was a part of him. He could still feel it reaching out to him, like a baby wanting to be held. 

‘The crown felt like that too.’

Still laying in the makeshift hammock, he reached his fingers out towards the goo. Slowly, like cold honey, it reached back, gravity having no bearing on its descent. When it touched his finger, it merged and went back into himself. The sensation was odd, like drinking a thick smoothie but one of the chucks got stuck. After a few seconds, all the ectoplasm that was splattered on the wall was back within him. Danny stared at the remaining ecto-ice. It still called to him, but not in the way his pure ectoplasm had. It was softer and content with being where it was. 

With the goo no longer there, it revealed the faint blue glow of his ice combined with the sunlight and hit him with a reminder of the time.  

Like it or not, the day had already begun.  

★ 

Danny moved through the afternoon sun undetectable. It was easier moving this way than being corporeal all the time, that took energy. Being solid for him was a conscious thing, like sitting up straight instead of slouching. Only powerful ghosts–or ones that felt a strong connection to the living–could do it for prolonged periods. Danny didn’t know which group he was a part of, especially now.  

The city looked like most every other city Danny had flown over, the only real difference is the language placed on buildings and billboards alike, although some did have a few American words on it like ‘Cheese Burger!’ or “Yum!” on an advertisement. The people Danny noticed, had a lot of brightly colored hair. Not everyone had fashion colors but more often than not purple, pink, blue or white haired individuals would be scattered among the crowds.  

Danny didn’t have a general destination except ‘home’ in mind and decided to take a break and look around. Despite the lack of sleep, Danny wasn’t tired and was instead curious about the lives around him. He had never explored beyond his tiny town, and any chance he did get away was spent with family or more ghost hunting. 

He sat down on a ledge overlooking an active part of a city park and started people-watching. There was a dad walking with his daughter, hand in hand. She was eating an ice cream and he was holding some bags and a balloon. He looked tired but had a smile on his face as they walked. There was an old lady just sitting on a bench staring at everything. Someone sat beside her and took her hand, they looked at each other with such love that Danny could feel it from here. He looked away when they started to kiss, not wanting to invade the moment. Danny saw other kids climbing and on a playground. The atmosphere felt warm and inviting, it sent a pain of longing in him for his friends. 

Danny was about to leave and continue exploring when he heard a scream. A big hairy woman was running away with a whole ATM. Then another woman–who just happened to be 60 feet tall–was chasing after her in a tight costume.  

“Look, it's Mount Lady!” One man yelled.  

“Get her Mount Lady!” A child cheered.  

“Dude, she’s like, my favorite hero”   

“You only say that cause you like her costume.” Two teens off to the side joked.  

Danny looked around again.  

The little girl's ice cream had melted, and her mouth had smoke coming out. The one who took the old lady’s hand had a praying mantis head. The kids on the playground, one of them was throwing his arm at the others and another had a tail.  

Wow. Danny really needed to pay attention more.  

Holy shit.

Holy shit!   

Danny was way off base. He wasn’t just in another country, he was in another country in another dimension. And in this one it seemed everyone had super-powers! Not only that, but there were heroes!  

Just then a bird man flew across the sky.  

Holy shit.  

★ 

Danny flew around for hours and hours following heroes as they saved the day. They all did it so well. None of them left behind collateral damage, even that big lady. Uh Mount Lady, right? They were able to save everyone, and everyone loved them!  

Maybe there was a reason he ended up here in all the infinite possibilities of the Realms. He had a feeling a certain omnipresent troll had something to do with it. 

As Danny explored, it had gotten late and the skies grew dark. Only a few people remained on the streets, and most of them were–from what Danny could tell–heroes making rounds. Something had happened earlier that made everyone quickly get home. 

‘It could be an emergency.’ Danny’s core tightened. He needed to get more information and he knew one way of getting it.  

 Below him was a group of heroes. Everyone was looking at one big guy as he pointed in different directions. Probably the leader, Danny surmised. He floated down and became corporeal once again. He blended in with the crowd easily with his outfit. As the group dispersed, Danny followed the one heading towards an empty street. Danny must’ve rolled a nat 1 in stealth because suddenly, a booming voice came from behind him. 

“Hey you!” Said a large man in an orange and yellow suit. It wasn’t the same as Danny’s dad’s, but had letters on the side and across the front. Danny went closer, putting on his best innocent face before he faced the man. 

The leader was a lot bigger up close, way bigger than Danny’s dad. He stared down at Danny with enough scrutiny to make a peer reviewed paper shiver. “I haven’t seen you before,” Danny was staring at his mouth, his words didn't match his lips. ‘Weird.’ 

The man kept looking at Danny when suddenly his eyes widened with something playful. “You must be the bigshot intern!” 

Danny didn’t know what that meant but nodded along anyway. The man slapped his shoulder. It was the most interaction Danny had with something physical for a while.  

“Yep, that’s me…” Danny was such a great liar.  

“What was your name again?” Now that the man wasn’t looking into Danny's soul like it was glass, he seemed quite friendly.  

“I'mmm-” Oh shit what was Danny gonna say. He can’t say his actual name, he’ll know he's not the intern. “Uhhhh…” Oh, Danny had no idea. 

“Your hero name, kid.” The man added as if sensing Danny's panic. He looked amused.  

“Right…hero name…” Danny paused, then with quiet resolve replied, “Phantom.” He hoped the hero didn’t know the intern's alias. 

‘This is fine. And if he finds out later, I will be long gone. Everything is fine.’   

“Was that it?” The man put his hand on his chin and looked deep in thought, “I knew it was French, but it didn’t sound like that…” He rolled on the back of his heels for a second. He stopped, then looked at Danny with a shrug, “Eh, I never learned French so I guess I wouldn't be able to tell.” He smiled at him. His mouth still didn’t match his words.  

“Cool.” Danny managed to force out after an uncomfortable second. 

“Follow me, kid.” The man laughed and started walking away, Danny had to run to keep up with him.  

~🍬~ 

Fat Gum Knew this kid wasn’t Mirio. Probably just a vigilante playing hero. The kid, ‘Phantom’, looked too old to be a first year, hell, he looked almost too old to be a third year. He probably graduated and couldn’t become a hero like he wanted. Vigilante’s always pop up after big events too. The recent attack on the USJ and the UA festival landed a ton of these kids in a cell for a night. Fat Gum didn’t like it, but he understood it had to be done.  

The other pro-heroes were all over town busy with their interns. Fat Gum’s had been sent away to investigate a nearby alley. It was safe, but still close enough to him in case it wasn’t. 

He’ll humor the kid for a while and then take him to one of them. Fat Gum trusted Suneater to take care of Red Riot until he got back with Phantom here. Endeavor should be close. That will just be what the kid needs to whip into shape. 

He seemed like a good kid, if a bit awkward. He had almost an alien vibe to him. He was a tall, but skinny thing, and some parts of him seemed too long. His skin was blue with small white spots that could be called freckles. His white hair ebbed and flowed around his head slightly, as if he were underwater. His ears occasionally peaked out and Fat Gum noticed they were pointed. 

Fat Gum wondered what his quirk was. Who knows, maybe if things turned out well tonight, he’ll have another sidekick (after he went through the systems and punishments in place, of course).

“What’s your hero name?” Phantom asked. 

“You’re kidding, right?” Fat Gum chuckled. 

Phantom looked awkward, as if caught in a lie, but continued speaking anyway. “Yeah I really don’t know you.”

That stopped Fat Gum in his tracks. He thought that Phantom had snuck into his group because he was a fan, but looking at the vacant stare on the boy’s face told him that the boy didn’t even know who he was.

“I’m the BMI Hero: Fat Gum!” He struck a pose. The boy gave no reaction other than nodding. 

It is possible that Fat Gum was merely the first hero the kid spotted or was able to sneak by. It wasn’t anything personal, just by chance. Still, Fat Gum pouted. You’d think being in the top 100 of heroes would get you more fans–or at least recognition. 

“So how long have you been a hero?” The kid shook out of his thoughts and stared at Fat Gum. The kid had a creepy stare, like the eyes of a dead man were watching you. His pupils had narrowed into slits no thicker than a needle. He looked like a snake about to bite.  

Then it was gone. 

It was such a shift that Fat Gum was left reeling. Was that really the same kid a moment ago?

“Oh! Right right. Uhhh…not too long,” The boy fiddled with his gloves. Hazmat gloves. His whole costume had an ‘experiment escaped’ theme to it. Most vigilantes' costumes were hand-made or augmented hero-merch. This kid wasn’t a rookie at all.  

“So that’s like, what, a few months?” He wasn’t really watching the kid’s behavior before, he just wrote him off at first. That had been a mistake. Now, Fat Gum's attention was focused solely on studying the boy in front of him. He seemed to radiate strength but also an overwhelming sense of death. How could a kid have such an aura?   

“It’s been at least a few months, yeah.” The boy chuckled to himself like it was an inside joke. Fat Gum only saw fangs. 

“That’s fun that’s fun…” Fat Gum looked away from the boy.  

He was hiding something, that much was certain.  

“So, are there a lot of heroes?” The kid said this so casually, and had it been a minute ago, Fat Gum wouldn’t have thought anything of it.  

“You bet. They’re all over the city. Criminals are gonna have a hard time tonight.” It was a threat.  

“So, they’re pretty common then?” The boy stared again, then continued, “in this part of the city I mean.” He was trying to get information out of him.  

This was a trap. But why go for him? What was he planning?  

“Yeah, they’re very common. There’s probably not a corner that doesn’t have a hero in it.” You are surrounded.  He had to take him to the heroes. Now.