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    Naomasa was surprised to see the other detective calling. He was even more surprised when the man gritted out a request for him to join the team. All in all it made no sense... until, of course, he entered the room and found Eraserhead lounging at the back, watching him through feigned sleep. Ah. That explained it. The hero's approval was notoriously hard to win, and Naomasa was one of the very few who had somehow won it. He sighed softly, not missing the way Eraserhead's lip twitched into a smirk at the sound. He would owe Naomasa a drink after this one.

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    3 times Eraserhead calls in Tsukuachi as backup when he really didn't need to, + 1 time he gave the detective's phone number to 20 kids

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    Cedric’s death marked Harry. It made him think. Really think. About life. About death. What it means to live and what is important in life. His priorities change. His perception of the world and people within it changes.

    As he evaluates his life until now, he comes to the realisation that his life has never been his own and that he was never truly alive. Determined to change that, he makes a decision; he is going to take his life into his own hands. He is going to be the only one in charge of himself and his happiness. Because he wanted and deserved to be happy. He wanted and deserved to live without people meddling and trying to control him, without trying to hurt him.

    He was aware people would be confused. They will have questions. Some will support him, some will absolutely resent him. He still wasn’t sure who will fall into which category, but he honestly didn’t give a damn about it, because almost nobody seemed to give a damn about him either.

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    “I won’t say this again; put the blonde bastard back where you found him, and find another kid to convert to your cause.”
    Shigaraki grabbed him by the front of his suit jacket, pulling him in close with only one finger raised off the cloth in his hand.
    “I want this one, and I get what I want-”
    “PIZZA DELIVERY!”
    Every head in the bar turned at the sound of a knock on the door and a sudden announcement of pizza. Izuku groaned. Fuck. The police were here. Great.
    “Did you seriously not check him for trackers or a phone?!” Izuku shoved Shigaraki away. The villain stumbled back as the room exploded.
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    OR: Izuku is an underground healer, and he's pretty satisfied where he is. But of course, UA and Aizawa have to go shove their foot into his carefully crafted identity and fix his trauma.
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    Posted: 9/1/23

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    19 Jun 2026

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    Izuku dragged himself to his desk, tore it apart until he found the paint set his mother had bought him to shut him up on his last birthday. He found an old canvas in the corner and wiped the dust off. He turned the light on, and he put brush to canvas, and he let that pain flow into the colors. Izuku let the ache in his bones, the searing red coating his throat all dribble across the canvas like the blood that he continued to cough up, splattering his desk.
    Minutes or hours later, it was dark outside his window and the glow of his desk lamp was the only light in the whole apartment. He stood up, covered in red and green, black and white. He’d sobbed the pain and emotion from his body but not through tears. His fingers were coated in paint and he felt…better.
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    OR: Izuku finally gives up on being a hero, and accepts that he's never felt as free as when he paints. So he decides to become an artist and put his past pain to canvas for the word to see.
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    Posted: 9/3/23

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