legofbugs
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Welcome to your Nedzu Academia by legofbugs
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
12 Sep 2023
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Izuku, a quirkless kid who used to want to be a hero. He didn't give up on his dreams, or let society win. His goals just changed. The idea of fighting in the streets showing off for camera or being driven to underground work no longer sound appealing. He is more interested in being someone like Nedzu. Someone that actually makes long lasting change. He finally found his path after discovering the hidden support path known as SSQ.
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Kids decide they want to be something when they grow up. From astronauts to firefighters, whatever it is, they pick something they say they are destined to become. But no one would ever hold them to that. Seen as a kid shooting for the stars, and everyone should facilitate their curiosity. They are given books, watch movies, and told to ‘go for it.’ When Quirkless Izuku had the dream of being a hero at five? He was met with scrutiny, anger, and pity. He was told to "be realistic" by All Might when he was nine fucking years old. The only child that is not allowed to dream.
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Falling Fast and Going Slow then Doing it Again by legofbugs
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
30 Aug 2023
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Shinsou is trying to break out of his shell, after years of social isolation in high school. Midoriya is a stressed over achiever, with one friend to his name. Meeting in their Psych 101 class, they instantly click. Follow along as they pine, fall in love, and learn to love.
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Walking into a full lecture hall at UA, his dream school, quickly went from exciting to scary. Bouncing legs, chattering voices, and not one empty seat. Izuku needs one empty seat. A lot of people are sitting in groups. Was he already supposed to have a group? A tug on his hoodie breaks him from the trance, and he looks down to see a lazy smile. “You need a seat?” the man questions with a motion to the chair his beat-up lavender bag was in. The man held a sort of confidence; the drawl of his voice backed it up.
“Y-yeah… thank you.” With one awkward shuffle past a pair of long legs, he settles into the empty seat and sets up for the very first lecture of his very first class. Wow. School.