I’ve always loved writing, and I was a pretty damn creative kid, but you could say my family was a little annoyed by my constant dreamy state that was caused as a result of me spending so much time fantasizing. Therefore, for about 2 years after a fight with my mom, I ended up stopping writing completely and tried to find other hobbies. However, COVID reintroduced me to this hobby, albeit in a different light. Fanfiction has helped me re-discover my love and passion for both reading and writing, and although it started with Ruby Redford, I’ve only ever written and read MHA fanfiction otherwise.
I believe this is definitely one of those phases that you get in life, and just like all phases, it will come to an end. When MHA aired its final episode, I had a strong fear that this would be what would end my love for not just MHA, but fanfiction as a whole, and it terrified me. However, now that I have watched the final episode and thought over it, I think the fact that it ended just serves as even more encouragement to keep the MHA fandom alive through fanfics. Just because there is nothing more that we could get for MHA doesn’t mean that we can’t create more, and that is what I hope for when I keep searching AO3 for more fanfics and more inspirational works. It may seem silly and a lot more serious than it actually is, but this is how I see it, and this specific post is more of a diary entry than anything.
However, in case there is anyone who feels the same way, I’d love to keep discussing and keep the love for MHA alive. I mean, what could be funnier than a bunch of old geezers reminiscing over some cartoonish anime series? I could never imagine my own grandparents, or even parents, doing something like that, but I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing how that would play out.
