Scar stays awake and starts to hear scratching in his attic unaware of what it could be he calls his bestie.

So, uh... life's been kinda upside down lately. One day I'm at home with Mom, and the next, I'm stuck living with my dad-yeah, the Yamada Hizashi, better known as Present Mic. Didn't exactly plan for that, but here we are. Still trying to wrap my head around it. Can't say it's all bad, though. Turns out, co-hosting a radio show with your pro hero dad at ungodly hours of the night is a pretty decent distraction from... well, everything else. Honestly, it's kinda fun. The way we go off-script half the time, roasting villains and throwing shade at the news-it's chaotic, but in a good way. Keeps me from thinking too much. Dad's-well, he's loud, dramatic, and somehow a total dork and a hero at the same time. But he's also... warm. Genuine. The kind of guy who makes you feel seen, even when you're trying real hard to blend into the wallpaper. It's weird, having someone actually there. Asking if I've eaten, if I'm sleeping okay, if I wanna vent or just scream into a mic at 2 AM. I guess what I'm saying is, things are messy and confusing, and I have no idea what's gonna happen next. But for now, I've got a half-decent mattress, a mic, and a dad who grins way too wide and tells me he's proud every chance he gets. Could be worse. A/N: This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.

Tommy had lived and died as Theseus, Icarus, Orpheus and Sisyphus. But all he wanted to be was free. In which Tommy Soot, originally born in 1509, is cursed to be reborn, to never reach adulthood unless he figured out the Greek myth of his lifetime. He had one rule of not allowing himself to get attached to people but he would have never guessed that a foster family of the creator of Minecraft, an anime stan and a Soundcloud musician would break that rule. ~ SBI Foster AU but with Greek mythology.

I am booooored! Before you ask... yes I am a hero in training... yes I own multiple notebooks that could potentially end a heroes carrier.... and yes I am starting a whole new notebook with villainous ideas. Am I villain? Heck no! I am just bored and this is all hypothetically! A/N: I do NOT permit any kind uf usage of my story for podcasts, youtube or any other kind...as well as Translations. This is a my hero accademia fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own my hero accademia , rights to the owner.

This is the story of The Legend Who Disappeared. The story of a figure who bore the weight of an entire world-the world of his server-on his shoulders. Xelqua was more than just a name; he was a shield. He took the abuse, endured the scorn, and faced the chaos alone, all so that his community could continue to exist. He tried to fix what could be fixed. He nurtured hope where there seemed to be none. He raised administrators who were kinder, wiser, more compassionate, hoping they could carry a piece of the burden he could not abandon. He stitched together the fraying threads of a world that threatened to unravel, often at the cost of his own peace, his own spirit. And then, one day... he vanished. No trace, no farewell, only whispers and rumors of the one who had sacrificed so much. Some say he retreated into the shadows, seeking solace from the relentless tide. Others claim the watchers took him, carrying him into a realm where his efforts would continue in ways no one could see. All that remained was the echo of his legacy-a server shaped by his resilience, a community touched by his unseen hand, and a legend that vanished, leaving only the question: Did he leave, or was he taken?

Aizawa watched Izuku drink his black coffee, gazing absently out the window. The underground hero couldn't help but smirk, he looked forward to the effect beautiful, powerful, sassy Izuku would have on a pack of hormonal teenage hero wannabes. --- 15/11/2020 - DRAFTS OF FULL BOOK COMPLETED!! (Pending illustrations and heavy editing) Updated Wednesdays and Sundays Started March 2020, Completed June 2021 All artwork is my own, as is the plot (follows cannon major events initially though). I hold no rights to any aspect of Boku no Hero Academia...unfortunately. Swearing, sexual references, violence, boys being broken/bad at feelings/hopelessly in love/all three - warnings included. Izuku is pretty OOC, but remains a cinnamon roll of course. A very flirty, sassy, sexy one.

"is mineta here?" "you mean that grape rat? i'm 100% better than him." ≪ °❈° ≫ ah yes where y/n finds themselves in a chatroom full of strangers. what could be more fun then tormenting those you don't even know? non-binary reader! they/them pronouns! started on: 12/FEB/2021 finished: 30/DEC/2022

Izuku Midoriya, son of All for one, grew up within the League of Villains. His mother died when he was young. Izuku is extremely smart and can trick people very easily, making him the perfect spy. There are two sides to every story, even a born villain. Some character deaths. (Mostly side characters) I don't own any art I don't own my hero academia in any way, shape, or form. There better not be any shipping wars in the comments. I'm a muli-shipper and I'm using ones that make sense for plot purposes Some manga spoilers! Note: I don't curse in my stories. Sorry in advance if I replace words that may not fit the character type. Follow the Insta: kmor_writes Fic #3 I've written #1 tododeku (2/22/22) #1 villaindeku (3/21/22) #1 allforone (9/7/22)

Villain Deku, But He's Just... Incredibly Petty Izuku Midoriya finally snaps, but instead of evil schemes, he just becomes the pettiest villain alive. He steals pro heroes' left shoes. Unplugs traffic lights at random. Changes Endeavor's Spotify playlist to "All-Star" by Smash Mouth on loop. Nobody can stop him. Meanwhile, the League of Villains is so confused. Shigaraki: "You made Hawks' credit card decline at Starbucks. Why?" Deku, sipping his latte smugly: "Because I could." -- 100% Crackfic

Martyn was born blind and has always relied heavily on his hearing to navigate and understand the world around him. He walks with a cane, and his eyes are always closed-he doesn't even know what color they are, nor has he ever thought to ask. For him, the world has always been cloaked in darkness. That began to change when he discovered a small spark of magic within himself. With time and practice, he learned to use it to "paint" mental images of people and places in his mind. Through subtle differences in tone, mood, and cadence, he could distinguish colors-hearing the warmth of a sunset in a laugh, or the chill of blue in a hushed whisper. Over the years, he also honed his ability to read body language-not through sight, but through sound. The shifting of feet, the rhythm of someone's breath, the way fabric brushed against itself as someone turned-all of it became a symphony of cues that told him what others could see with their eyes. Martyn often kept to himself, sitting quietly in the corner of a room with a Braille book in his hands, lost in the raised dots beneath his fingers. Most people didn't approach him. Whether it was discomfort or uncertainty, he had grown used to being left alone. But that all changed the day a new transfer student joined the theater program. Curious and unafraid, they noticed Martyn sitting by himself and, rather than shy away, felt drawn to him. For the first time in a long while, Martyn's quiet world began to shift-not just with sound and magic, but with the unexpected rhythm of connection.