Arrival cw: brief non-explicit nudity, temporary memory loss, that placenta-like material that appears with some Sleepers because I'm terrible, I'm sorry for everything
He was lying facedown on black sand. The rhythmic rushing, roaring sound was not the blood in his own ears, but the ocean surf. He moved and felt pieces of a thin, torn caul around him. His lungs suddenly heaved because he forgot to breathe--not water, but air?
"Gah!!"
His eyes flew open. He flopped and clumsily kicked off the placenta-cocoon-thing, gasping like a beached fish. He stuck out his forearm and tried to pull himself forward on his stomach. It was kind of pathetic. When he remembered how, he sat up and opened the backpack next to him. He could barely remember his own name, but the clothes inside were definitely his. His hands moved on their own, remembering how to put them on. The dark green jumpsuit, the iron soles, the gloves, the mask he left around his neck for now. They weren't his everyday clothes or his school uniform; they were clothes meant for saving people.
Yes. He was a hero. He could never forget that.
Boardwalk He tripped and fell face-first on the sand. Again. This was the fourth time. That had to be bad luck. His tongue hurt where he accidentally bit it. He coughed sand (and a little blood) out of his mouth and got up clumsily. The small pain helped dispel his daze. Strangely, he smelled tar. He tried and failed to dust all the black sand from his hair and face.
Finally he made it onto the boardwalk. His memories were coming back. This was like the school festival they'd put on not too long ago. Midoriya saw the candied apples and smiled. He knew someone who loved those. But with no money on him, he didn't bother approaching the booths, except to ask the locals some questions--like where on earth he was. He smiled to hide his nervousness, knowing he was very far from home.
"Roaming spirits and hungry beasts, huh? You're going to give little kids nightmares..."
Well cw: possible violence against a monster that looks like a kid
Midoriya tripped on wet seaweed and fell off a large, slippery rock into a nearby tidepool. He sat up, unharmed, rubbing the back of his head self-consciously. It was his own fault, really. He still felt ungainly, and he should have stayed on the Boardwalk. He prepared to stand--
The sea rushed in, unnaturally fast, completely overwhelming him. It tossed him against the walls of the sewers, promising nasty bruises the next day, but he protected his head in time. Before he could tell which way was up, he was falling down the well. No problem, his Quirk's super strength should make jump-kicking off the walls a piece of cake--
"It's gone?!"
SPLASH. He surfaced, sputtering. He was pretty sure some dank well water got in his mouth. Gross! More importantly, the exit was around 30 meters up, and he couldn't use his power.
Wildcard ooc: I can't do brackets myself, but you do whatever format you like! Plot with me on this contact page or misosoupaddict. Blood type: Warmblood. Patron: The Reckoning. Canon point: probably Ch. 217, after the Class A/B joint training. Please tell me if you don't want manga spoilers.
Izuku "Deku" Midoriya | My Hero Academia | OTA
cw: brief non-explicit nudity, temporary memory loss, that placenta-like material that appears with some Sleepers because I'm terrible, I'm sorry for everything
He was lying facedown on black sand. The rhythmic rushing, roaring sound was not the blood in his own ears, but the ocean surf. He moved and felt pieces of a thin, torn caul around him. His lungs suddenly heaved because he forgot to breathe--not water, but air?
"Gah!!"
His eyes flew open. He flopped and clumsily kicked off the placenta-cocoon-thing, gasping like a beached fish. He stuck out his forearm and tried to pull himself forward on his stomach. It was kind of pathetic. When he remembered how, he sat up and opened the backpack next to him. He could barely remember his own name, but the clothes inside were definitely his. His hands moved on their own, remembering how to put them on. The dark green jumpsuit, the iron soles, the gloves, the mask he left around his neck for now. They weren't his everyday clothes or his school uniform; they were clothes meant for saving people.
Yes. He was a hero. He could never forget that.
Boardwalk
He tripped and fell face-first on the sand. Again. This was the fourth time. That had to be bad luck. His tongue hurt where he accidentally bit it. He coughed sand (and a little blood) out of his mouth and got up clumsily. The small pain helped dispel his daze. Strangely, he smelled tar. He tried and failed to dust all the black sand from his hair and face.
Finally he made it onto the boardwalk. His memories were coming back. This was like the school festival they'd put on not too long ago. Midoriya saw the candied apples and smiled. He knew someone who loved those. But with no money on him, he didn't bother approaching the booths, except to ask the locals some questions--like where on earth he was. He smiled to hide his nervousness, knowing he was very far from home.
"Roaming spirits and hungry beasts, huh? You're going to give little kids nightmares..."
Well
cw: possible violence against a monster that looks like a kid
Midoriya tripped on wet seaweed and fell off a large, slippery rock into a nearby tidepool. He sat up, unharmed, rubbing the back of his head self-consciously. It was his own fault, really. He still felt ungainly, and he should have stayed on the Boardwalk. He prepared to stand--
The sea rushed in, unnaturally fast, completely overwhelming him. It tossed him against the walls of the sewers, promising nasty bruises the next day, but he protected his head in time. Before he could tell which way was up, he was falling down the well. No problem, his Quirk's super strength should make jump-kicking off the walls a piece of cake--
"It's gone?!"
SPLASH. He surfaced, sputtering. He was pretty sure some dank well water got in his mouth. Gross! More importantly, the exit was around 30 meters up, and he couldn't use his power.
Wildcard
ooc: I can't do brackets myself, but you do whatever format you like! Plot with me on this contact page or