5 Works in Fright Night! A BNHA Horror Zine - Fics
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“Have you ever just stopped,” Izuku asked, voice and eyes far away, “and felt what it’s like to be alive?”
Bile stung in his throat. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Izuku’s mouth hitched open. His brows pinched, and he blinked–once, twice, gaze clear of anything but confusion when he looked at Katsuki and mouthed the start of words he could no longer find.
“I don’t know,” Izuku said.
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Sleep, In Your Only Memory by Sacramental_Wine
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
30 Oct 2021
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The last memory Kai had was smoke.
And laughter.
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Light of The Fireflies by minatsukinoamayo, Rothinsel
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
26 Oct 2021
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His pulse picked up when he spotted a faint, warm light. No – two lights. For a moment, Oboro thought of those old tales of wanderers lost in the nightly woods, misled by ghost lights that brought them into the arms of death.
But no, those lights were fireflies, dancing towards him at a slow, steady pace.
Series
- Part 7 of Zine Pieces
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Imposter Syndrome by walkingcatfish
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
24 Oct 2021
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Himiko has never exactly felt right in her own skin, but ever since the hero war, everything is just. Weird. Shigaraki is weird. Dabi is weird. Jin is...
Jin is gone, which is weird.And with all of the different weird things going on, Himiko just wishes she didn't feel like her skin belonged to someone else.
(For Fright Night: a BNHA Horror Zine)
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lament configuration by Cateil
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
22 Oct 2021
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Everything here is much the same every day: every hour planned, every minute accounted for; even if he does spend most of it staring off at nothing, they’re always watching him, waiting to see when his next episode will be. Same foods, same medicines, same flat white walls in an endless expanse of state of the art sterility. A prison, a box, a configuration, only there’s no puzzle to be solved, no way to close the gates because according to everyone else, it’s all in his head.
It’s only not the same when the world shifts, when the people around him turn into them—the cenobites, the ones spat out from the depths and into Touya’s own personal hell. Touya himself slips away and becomes him—Dabi, the one Chisaki likes to call Touya’s alter self, the one who he claims takes over when Touya’s having one of his breaks. But he’s not him, Dabi is a demon, just like the rest of them, and no matter how hard Touya insists he’s not making it up, Chisaki only hums and makes a note in his file.