It was one little thing that pushed Izuku over the edge. One tiny change that brought his situation to Nezu's attention. One single visit from a hero to his middle school that changed everything.

BREAKING IN THE WATER || sinking into your open mouth. if i swallow this sorrow whole, maybe it will be only half as bitter. poetry iii, JUDE!

SCHRODINGER'S CAT || flip a coin that never lands. y'know some of you have you never been kidnapped by the yakuza only to later bash it's head in and join a band of misfits and find family in them and it shows. REVAMP! (THIRD PERSON; OC)

Three years he spent on that godforsaken island. Three years running for his life and fighting tooth and nail for survival against creatures that should be nothing more than fossils. Three years of sharpening his instincts and senses into a weapon all their own. And finally, after three years, he had the opportunity to chase his dream. And he'd be damned if he let the opportunity pass him by. UA would have to handle him, ready or not. Midoriya Izuku was going to take the world of heroics by storm.

Hasegawa Takumi-better known as Pro Hero Lunch Rush-was an enigma. Very few knew his backstory. He was a world-renowned chef, a celebrated Pro who'd gotten his license through an act of public service, yet worked for UA High. His favorite food was a simple bowl of white rice, and the face under his mask was a hotly debated topic for those whose attention wasn't snatched away by the more exciting heroes. He'd never spoken much about himself. He never felt the need to. So long as he could feed those who needed it, Takumi was fulfilled. This is my headcanon about Lunch Rush and his background-written in my outline format (which people tell me is like a first draft???) because I fear I will not ever fully write this out. Feel free to take this idea and run with it, or subtly absorb it into your own stories. :)

Aizawa has been working with the police for weeks in search of a vigilante they're calling Echo. Although they only seem to target villains, they're a powerful force in the underground that needs to be stopped. But 'Echo' doesn't even know he's a vigilante. As far as 15 year old Hibiki is concerned, he just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. A lot. (I don't own bnha! The concept was originally given to me by KrazyKiten, so thank them for the creative spark! Hope you all enjoy the new fic1)

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PRETTY BIRD || fallen from grace. just a mutant yakuza boss trying to save the world. nothing to see here! (THIRD PERSON; OC)

ORIGINAL SIN || broke your mirror when the reflection was wrong. for the nth time, shutsu thinks, he should have maybe killed his brother in his sleep a little earlier in life. (ALTERNATING PERSPECTIVE; CANNON CHARACTER)

SUICIDE SUMMER || you wish you'd stop flipping that fucking hourglass over. local immortal has suicidal tendencies and amnesia. the latter is only if the circumstances are right though. (SECOND PERSON; READER INSERT)