You know what? Fuck it.
This:
I made this out of clips from My Hero Ultra Impact. Sorry if it's cringe.
#BOOMSHAKALAKAAAA
Toga: “Everyone be quiet so we don’t alert Tomura.”
Twice, Toga, Spinner, and Mr. Compress all tip-toeing into the hideout.
Dabi walking in last and closing the door, loudly.
Everyone glaring at Dabi.
Dabi: “… What?”
All of them turning back, Tomura appearing out of the shadows like a cryptid and scaring the shit out of everyone.
Tomura: “What do you have there?”
Toga: “Nothing!”
Twice: “Definitely not a cat!”
Spinner: “Twice!“
Twice: “—my bad.”
Tomura: “Show me.”
Toga, pulling the cat out of her coat.
Tomura, staring at the cat for a moment before reaching out and petting it.
Tomura: “Got a name for it?”
Spinner: “You’re letting us keep it?!”
Tomura: “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”
Mr. Compress: “We had assumed you wouldn’t allow strays in the hideout.”
Tomura: “I let all of you in, didn’t I?”
Dabi: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Tomura, taking the cat and walking away.
I'm icy I'm clean I'm a bad motherfucker I'm mean
characters cleaning blood off their partner's face is just PEAK romance actually. bonus points if it's someone else's blood
Imagine you and Tomura are out on a mission, when you hear the distinct sound of crying— a baby crying.
You follow the noise and find a baby, lying on top of garbage bags in a dumpster.
You go to pick them up and Tomura stops you, “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.
“We’re not leaving them here.” You argue, as if he’s stupid.
“You’re not seriously suggesting we take a baby back to the hideout? We’re not babysitters. The league isn’t a place for babies.” He argues back, as if you’re more stupid.
“Tomura, they’re a baby. They’re helpless… defenseless… vulnerable! What if it were you all alone in an alleyway, begging for help?” you ask.
Tomura pauses as he stares at you, his eyes drifting over to the baby, but his mind clearly fixated on something else.
He sees snippets of him walking the streets alone, small, and scared. Begging for someone— anyone— to do something. Like a nightmare, he remembers taking refuge in an alleyway, his tiny hands still covered in dried blood. Why won’t anyone help?—
“Tomura?” You ask, him snapping out of his thoughts. He looks down in his arms, realizing he’s holding the baby.
He quickly places the baby in your arms. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you can’t handle playing house anymore.”
—
Cut to hours later, Tomura is sitting with the baby in his lap as he plays Mortal Kombat. “That’s called a Fatality.”
I NEED THIS LOSER BADLY. I’ll write stuff abt him…soon kinktober is alr tearing me to shreds.
A panel of happy Hawks followed by an utterly destroyed Spinner breaks my heart Twice would be turning in his grave by now
Guys, guys, guys! I have to share this stunning piece of art with you!
Once again, it was created by the incredibly talented @explosion-island, inspired by a small idea of mine. This artwork is part of my way of coping with Touya’s confirmed fate (though he will forever live in my heart and soul). I couldn’t help but wonder how things would be if he reunited with Shiggy and Toga.
Please consider following and supporting this amazing artist — her talent and kindness truly know no limits!
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