So, you guessed it. The same thing happened to this story, like any other! I ended it. (Not really)
Not really though. Actually I've done gone and written a new fanfiction (with better writing). It's called Fortune Cookie and I'm posting it on Archive of our own but do not feet! Because while writing Fortune Cookie, I'll be rewriting this one in better quality when I need a break from my first concept! So no, I'm not posting on here. At least for a hot minute while I set up this other fanfiction because I'm proud of it, I do not know when I'll be reposting this story buuuut I will be at some point!
This may seem unnecessary but as I attempted to continue writing, I realized that not only did I fail to implement important details (which messed up later plot lines) - I also wanted to practice at writing more sensitive topics the fanfiction deals with, like trauma. Because no one likes shittly written trauma. Not only is it cringy to look at, it offends people who have actual trauma.
For now, I'll shamelessly advertise my other fanfiction on Ao3. Fortune Cookie. I'm not telling you to follow my account though because. . . Only shitty people do that.
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أدب الهواةIzuku, Shinsou, and Eri find themselves in an unlikely predicament as two Pro Heroes take the three troublemakers to live with them.
