Unga Bunga

NO YALL HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS!!!!!

GYARU HIMIKO TOGA

THOSE WHO KNOW FUCKING KNOW

Junko’s mother language is Korean.

She knows enough Japanese to get her by. She knows enough Japanese to know what to do in missions n stuff of the sort.

Her main issue is casual conversations and slang.

Cause when she hears toga and twice talking she often just stands there like

Junko, probably:

RP Starter somewhat oneshot featuring @yumikoshigarakirp

Dabi had already had a rough day. He sighed softly as he put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. 

He dipped in a nearby alleyway that was close to the base that was out of sight enough so he could have a ‘smoke break’. 

Then, he heard crying- familiar crying.

He stopped and stared behind the trash can curiously. 

It was his friend, moreso customer. 

He had known that she had an awful case of PTSD. He was one of the only ones to know about her past actions and what she did. She stopped and looked up at him, it appeared she was chewing on her own hand. 

She quickly hid her hand in her pocket just to hide it. 

“Junko-chan.. What the hell was that?”

No response, just staring. 

He pointed to his own ears, which prompted Junko to turn on her hearing aids. 

“What..” She spat. 

“What were you doing just now, with your hand?” He asked. 

“Nothing! Bore off!” She said, obviously not in the right state of mind. 

He glared, and then suddenly he grabbed the back of her neck. 

“You better be lucky you’re like a little sister to me.” He then started to drag her like a cat at the back of her own jacket. 

“Where are you taking me?” She whimpered, saying through sobs. 

“Just to meet some friends of my own.” Dabi responded. 

He then made it to the bar, knocking, staring at the little peephole in the doorframe. He then got on his phone and texted Yumiko. 

‘Hey. I’m at the door. Brought a friend.’

“This is humiliating”. She covered her face. “Just let me have a fucking breakdown in peace.” 

He sighed, slightly crouching to her level. 

“If I let you do that you were gonna chew your hand off. And I need you to get me food in exchange for my fucking weed. Besides, I like your cooking.” He then held the back of her jacket again. 

“You’re like a fucking rat, Junko-chan.” He chuckled to himself.

His room is my room I fear

Chapter 233: Bright Future

I’m gonna fucking have a breakdown /pos

this man has never met an alien he couldn’t parent

I fear I may have started something infodump ahead please (MASSIVE BNHA MANGA SPOILERS)

I'm debating whether I should even continue writing this. But I have an AU where Shigaraki doesn't get fucking merced. But essentially, the League is a bunch of rebel delinquents.

So in the AU, around the time that Bakugou gets captured, Shigaraki gets introduced to Dabi's friend, her name is Junko. Junko comes from Korea but her Japanese is very very very limited.

She joins the League and starts to get along with Shigaraki and eventually they fall in love. I have a fan child for them and everything I WANNA INFODUMP MORE BUT I GOTTA GET STARTED ON SOME CLASSESSHOFSDJLS.

Here is a doc on her character and backstory and everything

Heavy topics are in this backstory btw for drugs, torture, and as well as eating disorders.

Google Docs

A Brief synopsis on Junko

Where it all started Junko was born in Busan, South Korea to a single mother whose identity is currently unknown; and Park Chang ho, a low r

I wanna write more and more about Junko and Shiggy's relationship because they have been nonstop on my mind for a very long long time. I lovb them both so fuckisddnfkjndf MUCH AAADFSJSHSKJ.

This is my way of coping that Shigaraki is fucking dead

Junko has definitely bitten Dabi, not in a romantic sense but in a purposefully being a little shit kind of way.

“I-I can turn things into dry ice from the inside out.” She says. Junko nods at Yumiko’s advice.

She looks up at Shigaraki.

“By then, I can just put enough force on them it’ll shatter then and then they will dissipate into the air.” She says.

“Do… you want me to demonstrate?” She asks innocently.

RP Starter somewhat oneshot featuring @yumikoshigarakirp

Dabi had already had a rough day. He sighed softly as he put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. 

He dipped in a nearby alleyway that was close to the base that was out of sight enough so he could have a ‘smoke break’. 

Then, he heard crying- familiar crying.

He stopped and stared behind the trash can curiously. 

It was his friend, moreso customer. 

He had known that she had an awful case of PTSD. He was one of the only ones to know about her past actions and what she did. She stopped and looked up at him, it appeared she was chewing on her own hand. 

She quickly hid her hand in her pocket just to hide it. 

“Junko-chan.. What the hell was that?”

No response, just staring. 

He pointed to his own ears, which prompted Junko to turn on her hearing aids. 

“What..” She spat. 

“What were you doing just now, with your hand?” He asked. 

“Nothing! Bore off!” She said, obviously not in the right state of mind. 

He glared, and then suddenly he grabbed the back of her neck. 

“You better be lucky you’re like a little sister to me.” He then started to drag her like a cat at the back of her own jacket. 

“Where are you taking me?” She whimpered, saying through sobs. 

“Just to meet some friends of my own.” Dabi responded. 

He then made it to the bar, knocking, staring at the little peephole in the doorframe. He then got on his phone and texted Yumiko. 

‘Hey. I’m at the door. Brought a friend.’

“This is humiliating”. She covered her face. “Just let me have a fucking breakdown in peace.” 

He sighed, slightly crouching to her level. 

“If I let you do that you were gonna chew your hand off. And I need you to get me food in exchange for my fucking weed. Besides, I like your cooking.” He then held the back of her jacket again. 

“You’re like a fucking rat, Junko-chan.” He chuckled to himself.

This is gonna be out of left field but hear me out:

Quirkless villain Robotnik

Just HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

*gets tossed to the padded cell of doom*

Dabi- I have plenty of friends dipshit 

Dabi had texted Yumiko. 

He snickered. “You’ll like her, I promise, and besides, she’s more than capable to join too if you’d like. Her quirk is pretty gnarly too.”

Junko glared at Dabi, “왜 나를 이 일로 데려가는 거야” She cursed at him. She huffed softly. 

Dabi was sort of known for bringing her into things she never wanted to be a part of. Junko sighed, looking at both of the two, including Shigaraki. 

As Yumiko waved to Junko, she nervously waved back. She seemed nice.

RP Starter somewhat oneshot featuring @yumikoshigarakirp

Dabi had already had a rough day. He sighed softly as he put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. 

He dipped in a nearby alleyway that was close to the base that was out of sight enough so he could have a ‘smoke break’. 

Then, he heard crying- familiar crying.

He stopped and stared behind the trash can curiously. 

It was his friend, moreso customer. 

He had known that she had an awful case of PTSD. He was one of the only ones to know about her past actions and what she did. She stopped and looked up at him, it appeared she was chewing on her own hand. 

She quickly hid her hand in her pocket just to hide it. 

“Junko-chan.. What the hell was that?”

No response, just staring. 

He pointed to his own ears, which prompted Junko to turn on her hearing aids. 

“What..” She spat. 

“What were you doing just now, with your hand?” He asked. 

“Nothing! Bore off!” She said, obviously not in the right state of mind. 

He glared, and then suddenly he grabbed the back of her neck. 

“You better be lucky you’re like a little sister to me.” He then started to drag her like a cat at the back of her own jacket. 

“Where are you taking me?” She whimpered, saying through sobs. 

“Just to meet some friends of my own.” Dabi responded. 

He then made it to the bar, knocking, staring at the little peephole in the doorframe. He then got on his phone and texted Yumiko. 

‘Hey. I’m at the door. Brought a friend.’

“This is humiliating”. She covered her face. “Just let me have a fucking breakdown in peace.” 

He sighed, slightly crouching to her level. 

“If I let you do that you were gonna chew your hand off. And I need you to get me food in exchange for my fucking weed. Besides, I like your cooking.” He then held the back of her jacket again. 

“You’re like a fucking rat, Junko-chan.” He chuckled to himself.