˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥┆Every single friday night in the city of Musutafu, there is a truce between the League of Villians and the teachers at UA. During these peaceful friday nights, the leagues base doubles as an actual bar exclusively for heroes. Will these Fridays act as an outlet for these opposites to understand eachother better or will it end up falling apart? Ⓓⓘⓢⓒⓛⓐⓘⓜⓔⓡ - Boku no Hero Academia belongs to Kohei Horikoshi - Some Characters may be ooc

His older counterpart grimaced, fingers twitching. "I... I don't have enough time to explain, but Hatsume will do it for me. Just know that everything you hear about the war, about Shigaraki - about everything... None of it's a lie." "Whatever you do," he said, looking into the younger's eyes, "Do not lose this. You're going to be confused at first, but you're going to need to listen. Izuku, I'm counting on you." Izuku pulled his hand back, staring at the device breathlessly. "To do wh-" "Goodbye, Izu...," the man interrupted, breaths shaky. "Don't mess up like me, 'kay?" --- A rewrite of "Watching My Hero Academia" because the previous version was trash lol All characters and the base story belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Now that the students are all grown up, some of them had decided to go back to UA as teachers. But no matter how old they are, 1-A will still be 1-A, and 1-B will still be 1-B. AKA Even as adults, the former students of UA will still cause trouble.

Grudges are powerful things. They latch onto you like a leech, never letting go, sucking you dry until that pain, that itch, is all you can fixate on. Ojiro and Aoyoma never forgot what Shinsou did during the Sports Festival. And much darker, deeper secrets are being spilled.

It should be raining. It should rain every day. But today the sun shone brightly down upon the cold grey stone. The black-clad man rested a calloused hand on the grave as tears fell from his cheeks. Bloodshot black eyes gazed upon the name with a heavy sorrow, his right eye framed by a scar he'd received months ago. Yes, Aizawa Shouta thought that it should rain every day. Because his sun was forever gone. He bit back a chocked sob. "Till tomorrow... Hizashi"

I was watching episode 8 (where Izuku admits to Bakugo that his Quirk isn't really his), and I thought to myself, "What if Aizawa overheard that conversation?" So here we are. Just a little oneshot on his thoughts and reaction, but if you want more, I might consider it. ^^

Midoriya's quirkless. Shinsou has a "villainous" quirk. Their parents are villains, or don't really care about them. They had no friends, until they met each other by accident at preschool. They finally thought things were going to get better. Thing's just tumbled down one after another.

Owning a cafe that is frequented by many, heroes and civilians alike, isn't easy, but Midoriya didn't really mind. He had two kids to take care of, found many friends in the resident teachers and the resident explosive pomeranian. But the boy is tangled up in things that most heroes wouldn't even want to go near.

What makes a hero, a hero? The courage? A symbol of justice? A symbol of peace? A boy filled with rejection and fear couldn't find the answer. What made a hero, a hero? Why did he try so hard to become one? While sat on a bridge, Midoriya is approached by a man in a black hoodie with steely blue hair. And offers a new direction. One that could save or ruin his life. Behind a mask, information at his side, he could finally get back at the world that torn him apart ~~~~~ Story of villian deku Cover was made by JaydaCleveland (Thank you my dude!) The final few chapters are edited by lomewmew42 (chapter 45 onward) Warning: contains strong language and dark content This is the first story I've written so if it sucks feel free to call it out

(I do not own the cover picture or MHA/BNHA or most the characters in this story, I just own the plot and writing) (This story includes triggers, self harm, suicide and symptoms of psychosis) After my idol shut down the only thing I've lived for, I didn't see much of a point in living anymore. I wondered, why a quirkless bastard like me made it this far. But while I watched the blood trickle down my wrist, I thought, it isn't my fault I was born quirkless. Why should I be the one to suffer? And I decided, if I can't be a hero, I'll be a villain. I'll be a villain that can defeat people with a powerless fist. I'll defeat the people who doubted me. A story full of all his ups and downs, the hero he meets that changes his perspective on perusing the role of a villain, and helps him get through his mental illness.