am dad!!
I love this superpower so much
Have you ever tried to move matter with the power of your mind? Somehow mentally manipulate something into existence? On a rational level you're aware that it isn't possible, but the rational mind is only a thin crust on top of your vast subconscious mind, and something deeper, deep below whispers into your ear: It could be possible. You just haven't found the right way yet.
Knowing that you have failed every single time before doesn't hinder this faith, it only proves that these specific ways have not worked. But there must be a way, some kind of mental trick, some kind of secret technique - maybe if you just focused hard enough, truly believed with all your might, throw the entire weight of your mental capacity into this exercise, it could work. You could, somehow, influence the probability of chance, yank some unseen thread. Push just one atom into movement, make it choose the one option among countless probabilities that would be in your favour, and cause a chain reaction that could influence the universe. If you could only focus your thoughts hard enough, manifest this desire into existence with nothing but pure will and the power of your mind.
I think that's what the dog I sometimes walk is trying to do when he halts at a crossroads and tries to pull me onto a different path than the one we're going. It does not work.
~Haunting~
Alfred had felt the peculiar presence off and on since Master Jason’s untimely passing six months prior, but it had never before felt as heavy as it did this night—
As though it was desperate to be felt, to convey some message it frantically needed to get across.
There was none of the usual playfulness it generally presented with. Early on it had found apparent joy in knocking Alfred’s books from shelves while he cleaned (but only ever the ones at the bottom), tipping the sugar and the salt all over Master Bruce’s plate at breakfast while he wasn’t looking, knocking over chairs, leaving the refrigerator door open. Harmless attention-seeking pranks that had continued for weeks, bordering on months, until Alfred had sat down in his usual nook for tea, poured two cups and addressed the invisible boy in the corner of the room directly, “Master Jason.”
He still threw the salt-shaker over Master Bruce’s breakfast on occasion, but in an affectionate sort of way. Mostly.
There was no affection or even melancholy – the former light and close and everywhere, like a deep breath of fresh air, or an all-enveloping embrace, while the latter was a tight, contained oppression, tucked into a corner of the room, breeding loneliness and longing even as it refused to be comforted – to Master Jason’s presence this time.
This was new, and urgent.
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okay so,,, hm
when katsuki is out on patrol one day in second year, he comes across a kid who’s like,,, a really big fan of him. she can’t be much older than four or five, but she’s bouncing around grinning wildly as her mother sheepishly explains that she’s loved him since the sports festival. katsuki is confused but oddly touched that this kid watched that entire mess and still liked him, so when she offers him one of her sparkly butterfly stickers, he doesn’t have the heart to turn her down outright. he tries to explain that he has nowhere to put it, and the kid happily tells him that he can put it on his “grenades” (she means his gauntlets). he’s reluctant, knowing that it’s gonna be a weird look and the bakusquad won’t let him live it down anytime soon, but she’s looking up at him with hopeful eyes and brandishing her goddamn sticker like it’s gold. so he says yes.
she squeals, before carefully sticking her glittery butterfly smack dab in the middle of one of the green squares of his right gauntlet. it’ll probably get burned off or scratched off in the wear and tear of his fights, he reasons. it’s just a sticker.
he’s sorely mistaken. he has no idea what the fuck this sticker glue is made of, but it won’t. come. off. it’s been two months. two months of training and patrols, and that motherfucking sparkly sticker is still pristine and untouched on his gauntlet. the bakusquad miraculously haven’t caught on yet, except for eijirou (who gives him a very bemused and somewhat fond look but doesn’t mention it).
that is, until a while later when another kid approaches him on the street while he’s patrolling near a school. this kid is a little older, but he’s just as excited as the first girl as he rambles on about one of katsuki’s recent fights and how cool he is. he then very shyly procures a sticker of a cartoon explosion, all colourful and cute, and tells katsuki how his teacher had given it to him but he’d saved it as it had instantly reminded him of katsuki. he mentions having seen the butterfly sticker on katsuki’s gauntlet, and hesitantly asks if katsuki would accept this one, too. he’s offering the sticker like it’s his life’s work (and honestly, it basically is. stickers are sacred to kids, especially ones from teachers. even katsuki knows that much), so what is he gonna do, say no? he sighs quietly and offers his gauntlet-clad arm, letting the boy shakily press his explosion sticker down on a square adjacent to the butterfly one. he thanks katsuki profusely, and katsuki just ruffles the boy’s hair roughly and stomps off, cheeks slightly red.
the third time a kid approaches him with a sticker, katsuki just thrusts his arm out, not bothering to question it. the kid is shaking, and it would be hypocritical of him to say no at this point. they press their sticker to his gauntlet and toddle away happily. this then happens a fourth time. and a fifth.
around the eighth sticker is when the bakusquad (along with many others) finally notice what’s going on. all the squares on katsuki’s gauntlet are being occupied by various cartoon kid’s stickers, like bingo boxes. eventually he runs out of squares on his right hand and the next stickers are added to his left. he’s resigned to his fate, but the bakusquad like to make a big deal about it everytime a kid approaches him to add to the sticker collection. eventually all the squares get filled and he has to start doubling up. multiple kids approach him at a time, like little cults of sticker-brandishing demons. the stickers overlap, and spread out over the metal outer ridges, too.
by the time he graduates, his gauntlets are a myriad of coloured stickers. some of them are three-dimensional, some of them scented. they’re a little chipped and worn, but the collection keeps growing until there’s almost no green visible. when he’s asked by the support team if he wants his gauntlets replaced, he says no. and in the confines of his bedroom, he’ll sit down with his sticker-adorned gauntlets. he’ll trace his eyes over each one, remember the face of the kid who had pressed it there with tiny, reverent fingers, and he’ll smile.
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