Til Im The Only One Left Alive // Whether Or Not You Hate This Me // Its Not My Turn To Die | MHA X YTTD

Til I’m the Only One Left Alive // Whether or Not You Hate This Me // It’s Not My Turn to Die | MHA x YTTD Fic

OR, MHA x YTTD, where Tsukimi Shin is Midoriya Izuku (Post-Death Game)

I only started this a month ago, which is.. decently not procrastinating as usual because this is fourth-riple

ITS 4K WORDS I HAVENT WRITTEN ONESHOTS THAT LONG

so considering that i usually take longer on normally 1k stuff, id have to say im proud of myself

even though the fic. i dont know if its good or not i just kinda wrote it on a whim and then it happened and it wasnt meant to be 5+1 but then it happened

March 2023 (To-Do List)

Til I’m the Only One Left Alive // Whether or Not You Hate This Me // It’s Not My Turn to Die

(Past - Sports Festival)

Despite the fact that Izuku had skipped out on the sports festival, he was still in the stands with his classmates, silently watching.

It was from this that he took proper notice of Todoroki. Sure, it was ‘cool’ or whatever, and he was quite the powerhouse, but he noticed how his technique was less specific and controlled, and instead more.. ‘out there’. 

He’d have written him off as arrogant had it not been for the look on his face. Resentment. 

Todoroki had stiffened whenever Endeavor spoke. (He had half the mind to tell him to shut up)

And…

In all honesty, it almost reminded him of him and Midori. ..Or, Shin and Sou. Except more.. Sou of the death game, and Midori the floor master.

Except Endeavor kinda felt more like a brute.  He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer of how he acted, (he had an idea already..) but, it wouldn’t hurt to look.

So after Todoroki’s fight with.. someone.. He stood up, keeping his steps light to get his classmates' attention away, and wandered around the area of where Todoroki had exited. 

Well, no one but students and Yuuei staff were meant to be here, but if a hero can yell and make a racket without anyone complaining… 

His efforts were not unfounded, as he found the shitty dad of the year yelling at his son. Something stupid about quirks and using his full power or something. 

He reached back towards his phone (residing in his pocket), turning it on with his quirk and recording, partly viewing through the camera to make sure they could discern what was going on, and with who.

“Ah, Todoroki-kun! There you are! I was looking for you!” Izuku interrupted, a fake cheerful smile on his face as he walked in, as if Endeavor wasn’t about to do something likely unjustly.

Both heads snapped to him, one in thinly veiled shock, and the other in annoyance. “Leave. This business has nothing to do with you. Don’t you see we’re busy?”

“Huh? As I see it, Mr. ‘Hero’, you’re trespassing on private property, interacting with a minor who is clearly uncomfortable with whatever you were doing and probably crossing boundaries, and likely abusing your power to get here. Do I continue?” 

Endeavor was clearly getting more and more irritated, while Todoroki didn’t seem to know how to react. It made sense, considering his father's status. It also didn’t paint a pretty picture.

“Foolish child, you have no idea what you’re talking about–” 

“Don’t I? As far as I can tell, you’re not meant to be here. Parent, or No. 2 hero or not. Others might be biased, but the staff aren’t. All it takes is one call. Do you really want to do this here? It might not be much, but who knows, it might lead into an investigation of your home life, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want any skeletons in your closet to be revealed, especially to the media. You know how difficult they are, eating anything up, even if it might not be true. So why don’t you take this somewhere else, and stop sabotaging Todoroki’s performance? Or do I need to simplify it so someone like you can understand?”

A pause. Sou almost laughed out loud at how angry Endeavor clearly was, considering how his flames grew in size, but trying to restrain it by not acting on it. The next best thing would be sprinklers activating to put him out and making him look like a wet dog. Actually, should he–

“..Midoriya.” Todoroki interrupted his thoughts, causing him to remember technically what he was here for.

“Ah, right! Todoroki, do you have a minute?” He didn’t wait for an answer, dragging Todoroki with him far away from his.. father? creator? likely abuser? 

Izuku decided not to address those thoughts, and once he felt like they were a safe distance away, stopped and let him go, smiling sheepishly. “Uhh, sorry about that. Just felt like something was off.”

It was clear to him that Todoroki likely felt lost. Now he really wished he activated the sprinklers on Endeavor. Who ever  looked at him and thought, ‘Nope! That boy is perfectly fine, no trauma to be found.’ ? 

“..Why did you..?” The other’s gaze felt searching, almost desperate. “Did you know?”

“Huh? ..No..?” He felt like he was kicking a puppy.

“But then how did..?”

He wasn’t prepared to deal with this, how does one even answer???

“Uhm. I don’t know about anyone else, but it’s not that hard to tell Endeavor isn’t really ‘dad’ material when he’s yelling in the stands and calling you a ‘masterpiece’ or whatever. I don’t know about what he did to you, but I’d think your scar is saying enough. And your hero costume.. It’s the exact opposite of Endeavor’s. Not that anyone but Yuuei knows of that, but still.”

A silent pause. What if he misunderstands and thinks everyone was blatantly ignoring??

“Not that it’s anyone else’s fault for not noticing? I think that.. Other people see things through rose-tinted glasses. They see heroes as infallible and perfect. Everything that’s good. But that’s just not true. They might not even be able to comprehend a hero doing bad.”

Todoroki’s brow furrowed. “..Oh.” ..Was that a good answer or not??

“Midoriya, could I.. tell you everything?” 

He tried his best attempt at a reassuring smile. “Of course. That’s what friends are for, right?” 

“Friends..” Todoroki whispered under his breath, like he was testing out the word. 

Long story short, he got trauma dumped on. Cool.

..At least he has a recording now?

He jumped at the sound of Present Mic’s voice, and rushed back. Even if he wasn’t going to join in, he’d still watch.

don't know what I did / but it was my fault / that's what you said

Izuku could barely stop himself. 

Everyone had a breaking point, and he just had a bad day. Running on low sleep because he’d been ranting about how much good the heroes do, while the other person was arguing that it just made people used to excessive violence and therefore stopped batting an eye.

(Okay, sure, but it helped people feel safer! It was something straight out of a comic book, heroes were. Something that was once unbelievable, a child’s dream, became reality. Everyone would be miserable otherwise.)

And today, Kacchan must’ve fallen on the wrong side of the bed, because he kept bothering him and causing such an inconvenience.

The second class ended, he dashed out to finally get away from Kacchan, only to get ambushed by his stupid lackeys!

..Okay maybe he was getting a little bitter, and maybe that was uncalled for, but you don’t hang around someone like Kacchan without picking up on a few hobbies.

“..Tsubasa-san.. Y-You don’t have to do this..” He still held out hope that there was some good in the winged boy, hoping that he could maybe hit something in him. (He wasn’t stupid, he knew mutant-type quirk users were bullied too, but he’d never seen anything during school. Maybe it was because the perfect victim was right there. Him. The quirkless kid.)

he almost wanted to tear at those wings. They were such a liability, nothing like Hawks’ where he can control the feathers to avoid such a threat. He’d be dumb not to realize in heroics that some villain would grab at it, especially with how big they are.. He’s just asking for something to go wrong by making enemies, and he can’t even go that fast anyway.. Maybe he should learn what it feels like to be quirkless, be berated and looked down on. Treated like glass. It's even better if just one wing remains because he’ll be taunted by the fact that he can’t fly, and oh what if he bleeds out to death when his wings are gone? But he’ll learn his lesson about his weak fucking quirk that he’s just trying to get over his own insecurities by beating up the quirkless kid even though Kacchan wouldn’t bat an eye at him, probably doesn’t even know his name–

“Oi. Stupid deku.”

He flinched, zoning back in, and mumbling in greeting. “K-Kacchan..”

Chapter 3: When I reached over to touch / your wound gently / I had realized you were ever slightly shivering

The next day was the true start, with no orientation (not that they ever got to see that), and now a full day.

(A/N: THATS IT- i havent started)

To be started:

Cheating Death Chapter 3

Echoes of a Past Unknown Part 2

And When We Meet Again, Will You See Me for Me? (Or Am I just a Ghost in your Story?)

All of your assumptions start to look presumptuous / If you only took a look around | BSD x MHA | Ranpo POV

He was incredibly smart, and it wasn’t a quirk or whatnot.

After his parents had died, all he had was the police academy they wanted him to go to. Of course, his smarts were noticed and he was taken in to be trained to become a detective instead. Thus, he was taught that, what he’d like to summarize as, ‘everyone was dumb’.

People didn’t notice as much as he did, and so no, adults were not monsters that did weird things, and not pretending that, say, this one guy wasn’t totally abusing his wife. Safe to say, he held the record of solving the most cold cases.

Tsukauchi only stared at him, before groaning. “Fine, come here, take a look at this,” and held up a folder.

Ranpo gingerly snatched it, opening it wide and reading about a paragraph in, before frowning. “Why’s it so lengthy?”

“Big corporations, you know the kind. A whole lot of it feels like filler, but kami forbid they make it short and concise for the detectives who pull all-nighters over it.”

“The USJ incident? Seems pretty blunt to me.” -- OR, instead of Ranpo meeting Fukuzawa, he stays at the academy and kinda gets pulled out to be a detective idk how it works. hes quirkless btw BSD x MHA

when you end up planning out a multi-chapter story and somehow end up cramming it into a oneshot:

[Speak no Evil, Hear no Evil] | JJK x Assassination Classroom | Crossover Fic (please tell me what the shortened ver is besides Ass. Class.)

JJK x Assassination Classroom (..ass class?) but curses don't exist. the government takes him in, and like ritsu introduce him to help kill korosensei this makes no sense if youve never seen the assassination classroom anime

brrr i wanted to write inumaki cause i remembered i can do that (i dont know how i forgot)

and i remembered assassination classroom which.. i dont know how i forgot that i could write a fic about that too.

so i kinda

brRRrr (why do i feel like inumakis kind of slightly underrated? if i ever write another assassination classroom fic its deffo gotta be with nagisa and karma though. probably not a ship because i dont really write ships, i just do stuff that COULD be seen as a ship but not explicitly depicted as one)

also note that this is kinda bad and i just kinda winged it ;-;

De Anno Luctus | Marvel x PJO Fic (Fic Rec)

if you like both fandoms the fics for you

its very dark..

erm aftermath of thanos' snap

i found a fic where midoriya is ranpos reincarnation

and now i have the story outline sorta of a bsd x mha.

also there are references to things and things im trying to exlpain to myself to remember later but maybe you wont and im not gonna explain that haha this is kinda influenced but i also dont wanna write fuckin dostoevsky because how the fuck do you take him down that man is probably smarter and more dangerous then afo imo?? i dont want to make the book a thing (LOOK. the manga is still in its 'what the fuck is happening this is chaos' and the stuff thats mentioned is kinda in that part?? okay so the guy with the perfect crime ability, i know thats been adapted to the anime but the manga hasnt ended, they havent figured out the actual solution to the story thats going on so also 'how the fuck am i meant to do that im so uncreative'

ahaha also the mention of a shatter thing is a reference to some other mha fic but haha go look through my bookmarks i dare you, i copied and pasted an excerpt that explained what happened with shatter. its nice. :))))

okay so just because i started a multi-chapter fic that i actually wanted to finish the next thing i know i have so many documents open with multi-chapter stories and im repeating a mistake i made that ended up with a lotta discontinued fics

instead of being kicked out of the dorms because of outing the guy at the police academy for like cheating on his s/o or whatever, he reluctantly continues and becomes a detective. the youngest ever, and the one who has ended up solving the most cold cases ever.

he becomes tsukauchis problem he is also quirkless. he was never told that he had an ability by fukuzawa-dono. but he is insanely smart, even more then nezu

hes taught by the law enforcement there that not everyone knows what he does, so its important to point things out

ranpo doesnt have much skill in protecting himself, but his knowledge lets him predict some things, as a faux foresight. he gets bested by a new organization (The LOV? except they have more power, and recruit Mushiro Fushiguro or whats its name, the guy with the Perfect Crime ability. Ranpo got involved in the investigation against the LOV. Someone is killed as a threat, and right before his eyes all the evidence is gone, and he has that feeling that something is missing. ..Ah. It's threatening him not to go any further. He does.), and tsukauchi gets hurt, therefore the police department is deemed too risky and is moved to the custody of one Aizawa Shouta. (ofc, erasermic, and shinsou is there) He ends up shadowing Aizawa at his job, having already graduated, and technically class a's senpai.

on the meanwhile, the investigation team collaborates with the Armed Detective Agency from Yokohama, noting the existence of an Ability User they had been chasing down, having been able to figure out that the murder of a certain Mystery novel writer had been in close-ish contact with a man with an ability. 'Perfect Crime'.

like lady nagant, the guy fuckin DIES after they find him and have an encounter and ends up regretting it (because of course ranpo figures it out) but not after giving a very ominous message

they go to the summer camp, ranpo as an honorary member, and trusting in his teammates, gets kidnapped instead in place of bakugo.

afo is interested in the self-proclaimed greatest detective, the youngest one in fact. ranpo feels threatened. he wants him. needs those strategic smarts, but knows that Ranpo would never. Instead, he would make it so Ranpo could never help the other side. He shatters him. for once, his intuition fails him. his teammates are too late.

He was scared. (this is what he gets for being reckless all the time. almost suicidal with how much trust he puts in his colleagues to make it in time.)

think of yosano after she exploded the thing and was all depressed and unreacting.

before this, he meets shinsou at aizawa's place. he bluntly questions why shinsou hasnt used his mindreading. shinsou: what?? aizawa: what have i told you about people not understanding some things? stop being so blunt. ranpo: blink blink oh. Hey Shinsou, did you know that logically you should be able to mind read someone while you're brainwashing them- well actually, its more like you're putting them to sleep, but in a state of sleepwalking, y'know? so their mind is still kinda active and registering things that they're seeing in dreams, and you can interact with them that way and their mind would be much easier to see and read because you're kind of.. in their brain? shinsou: … I CAN DO WHAT NOW? aizawa: ..Ranpo.

shinsou reaches out to ranpo. his eyes stay in their shattered shape but he can see after hes free.

ranpo learns to be less hesitant, but is still paranoid.