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Hitoshi Shinsou in his hero costume, crouching on top of the back of a chair or throne that Neito Monoma sits in, also in his hero costume and gazing up. Hitoshi looks like he’s protecting his Mob Boss.



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    The chance of a child born to two quirked parents having no quirk at all is smaller than most believe. In fact, it's near impossible. But Hisashi Midoriya didn't always have a quirk. It's a closely guarded secret, as is the identity of the man who gave him his fire-breathing.

    Hisashi tries his best to keep Inko and Izuku out of the trouble that seems to follow him. It finds them despite his efforts. Now he must take care of Izuku on his own...or enlist help in seeing his son gets to chase his dream. His son wants to be a hero, and no one's ever heard of a quirkless hero.

    The world isn't always as black and white as it appears, and sometimes the labels of hero and villain blur. With his father's friends being far from the ivory end of the spectrum and his own childhood, Izuku knows that society is anything but perfect. The question is, how far is he willing to go to save those that need it?

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    The Sludge Villain doesn't find Bakugo after escaping All Might, but some other random civilian. There's no series of explosions to draw All Might to the scene of the second attack. It's by pure luck that Izuku stumbles upon them. And Izuku does what he always has when he sees one person hurting another: inserts himself between the aggressor and victim. He finds this is significantly harder to do when one of the parties is a sentient slime.

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    Family and More Than Friends: 55-64
    Birthday Surprises and Misunderstandings: 65-71
    Summer Camp and Kamino: 72-80
    Trust Falls and Falling in Love: 81-87
    The Shie Hassaikai: 88-105
    Respite and Rough Waters: 106-116
    Solo Flights are not Meant for Monsoons: 117-139

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    His prosthetic leg was covered in stickers. Her hands were stained with marker ink in wonderful multicolor.

    She could color outside the lines. She could color inside the lines. She could color the skin pink or the hair black or whatever color she wished. She could ignore the lines entirely and just draw whatever she wanted.

    Chiasaki would have never allowed any of this. She doesn’t freeze or feel that horrible feeling in her chest at the thought of him anymore. Instead she only felt... Something else. It was a warmer feeling, one that settled in her gut.

    It took a few days of this new feeling to be recognized and named- anger. She wasn’t as afraid anymore, that had grown into anger.

    How could anything in this so-called “sick” place ever be bad? She admires her color-stained hands, the shoes that were allowed to remain dirty, the softness of fresh mud during a rainstorm under her hands. Sand between her fingers, dust wiped away from glass to reveal a view of the forest.

    Eri doesn’t care if she’s cursed. She doesn’t care if this entire world is covered in little germs that would make her sick. Eri loves it so much.

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    A look at Eri and her relationship with cleanliness

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    Hallucination, right? Has to be. But then Stoick pressed his axe close enough to graze the bottom of Hiccups chin and nope, nope, not a hallucination. “I— I don’t understand.”
    “Did the dragon get you? Have you seen it?”
    “Dragon,” Hiccup repeated numbly. Dragon. He knew that word. Definitely knew it. It sure sounded familiar. “Dr—Dragon! The dragon. Right, um, yes, right, uh— Yellow scales, four wings… that dragon?”
    “Are there other dragons about?” It wasn’t a rhetorical or teasing question, but a man asking how many enemies were around him.
    “No, uh. No. I just… I saw it crash into the ground and— wait, you crashed with it?” Hiccup suddenly realized. “What were you doing with that dragon?!”
    Stoick leaned back from Hiccup just long enough to raise his axe. “What do you think I was trying to do, boy?”
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    Hiccup is still mourning the death of his father one year prior when a mysterious dragon crashes, somehow bringing a Stoick from the past with it. For a moment, it's like a miracle, until he realizes that this version of his father isn't the one he lost, but the one he's spent years trying to forget.

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