!!!DISCLAIMER!!! I write stories with darker themes because I am a sucker for angst. If that is not your vibe, then this is not the story for you. Please be aware mature themes will be in this story. This is your "dead dove, do not eat," if you read this story, that is YOUR choice. Themes included: Abuse, murder, torture (this is kind of wrapped into the abuse theme but I feel it's better to clarify it), etc. If anyone reads this story and there is something I have not mentioned that you feel should be clarified here, PLEASE tell me so I can include it. This should cover it, but again, sometimes being more specific helps, and if you feel that's the case when reading, I'd love to know.
((This story is about my My Hero Academia OCs that I have currently, it only somewhat goes by the canon events, and I only recently got back into everything and rewatched the show (as well as caught up to what I hadn't seen) so please forgive the inaccuracies or anything blatantly being changed/left out)))
The diamond in the rough, and the volcano waiting to explode. They both had wildly different perceptions of them, and yet were drawn together by chance, and intended to stick together no matter what, even amidst the chaos unfolding in the world of heroes and villains...
(discontinued 😔) ''Why do you want to become a hero?'' ... ''I dunno. Tax benefits or sumthn'?''
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What happens when the girl who can manipulate time itself is entered into the pristine highschool notorious for training some of the world's most famous heroes?
Here's a hint: Everything changes.
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What you can look forward to:
Shigaraki is neither a hero or a villain.
Aizawa is a dad.
Mineta is...redeemed??
Bakugo is in a healthy relationship.
All For One's plans have changed a little.
Eri has a sibling.
Kirishima is confused.
Legless Bakugo.
Shoto plays a videogame.
And Deku is Deku.
(Shojo {-- Shonan)
[themes of depression and the like.... Also I might make some of the violence a tad more rEaLisTiC, if you know what I mean.]
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Sirens blared, their eerie calls echoing off the intimidatingly tall concrete structures. Shuffling feet continued along the sidewalk. Tired, a little boy, beaten and dazed, slipped away from the masses and into the darkness among the trash and gunk. No family. No home. That same little boy never emerged from the criminal underworld again...
--But... What if that car crash, which had stolen SO many attentions away from the boy...HADN'T happened..?
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47,000+ words thus far. TvT
(Set as mature just to be safe. No lemon. Just violence.)