The Iida Brothers in my Tsua Jungle AU!

Tenya Iida, and Tensei Iida, Kōhei Horikoshi ©

Wanted to test a new shading style on Uraraka!

Ochako Uraraka, Kōhei Horikoshi.

The faintest glimmer of the sunlight just peaked through the lush canopy. Trees creaks in the wind as a few decorations moves along with them. On the ground, laughter, popping cans, and conversations downs out the birds calling above. Most members of the Regular Army are there: happily having the time of their lives. One such member, however, choose to hide in the trees slightly above the party goers.

Away from the crowd, Marco helps himself to a few slices of watermelon. The second day of this Jungle Party, and already things are getting interesting. Aside from party games, the androids found an ancient temple nearby. They just left a few minutes ago, with Marco keeping an eye out in case they return. He leans down, and takes another bite. Marco swallows his piece, before speaking.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Marco didn’t have to turn around to see who is behind him. A raspberry sound reaches his ears.

“How’d ya know it was me?” Tarma swings in front of Marco. He grabs slice of watermelon, juggling it before taking a bite.

“I’m your commander, I know everything,” Marco said, unamused. “Now where have you been?”

“I thought you knew everything~?” Tarma replies smugly.

Marco was about to shoot back a retort when a blur suddenly tackles Tarma to the ground. With a grunt, Marco watches Tarma wrestle a man to the ground. However, he’s slowly over powered and was tossed off of him. The man turns, laughing hysterically. Marco only rolls his eyes at the man sitting before him.

“Hey Marco! You’re looking remarkable today!” Derek smirks.

“Hey Derek.”

A low war cry erupts from Tarma as he tackles Derek. Marco only eyes at the two as they horse around the area. Some party goers nonchalantly dodging the pair or avoiding them. They smack against Fio, who recoils and turns to the two men. Marco only raises an eyebrow as Fio chastise them while trying to get out of their way.

Marco looks down at his slice of watermelon. His ears turning out the mayhem that’s taking place. He sighs, and takes a bite. Juices trickling down his chin as he chews slowly. A nice refreshment from this humid environment. Marco makes a mental note to thank Eri for the idea later.

Another shout reaches his ears. Marco turns and sees Derek’s hands around Tarma’s neck. The latter of which is laughing his ass off. Marco turns back around with an annoyed expression.

“Good Grief.”

Yup, just another day.
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Marco Rossi, Tarma Roving, SNK

Derek Aran, Me

Have an Iida

Tenya Iida, Kohei Horikoshi
Hoshi Yumebōya (Pink Haired boi), me

“Ochako, any luck with the map?” Izuku calls out brushing vines aside with his hand.

Izuku feels it-the damp moss under his boots. The glint of carved stone under roots. The lost temple has to be nearby!

“Nope.” Ochako replies. Her eyes narrowing while she reads the map for the third time. “Where are the temples-“

That’s when it happened.

A loud grunt. A shadow swooped from the trees-right near the female Botanist.

“YOWCH!” Ochako yelps, swatting at the figure that had just yanked a chunk of her hair. “Hey! That hurts!”

The culprit landed in front of the group with a heavy thud: tall, broad-shouldered, half naked save for a loincloth. Big, square eyes glares at her like she is the intruder.

“Tem-p-als!” He barked with exaggerated movements. He stands tall, then practically gets in her face. “TEM-P-ALS!”

Ochako scrunches her face. She lightly elbows the jungle boy away from her.

Izuku blinks. “I don’t think he can talk…”

“Tch, no kidding,” Shoto deadpans behind the camera, still recording despite the chaos.

“I think he’s just mimicking,” Tsuyu looks straight at him, studying his posture. “Frogs do it to, ribbit.”

The feral boy turns sharply to her. “Frogs do it to!” He mimics, even copying her tone.

“That’s terrifying.” Tsuyu takes a step back.

Then he grabs Izuku’s book, flips it upside down, sniffed it….and tries to eat the corner.

“HEY!” Izuku snatches it back. “That’s the first edition!”

The feral boy scowls, then turns and slaps the map out of Ochako's hands, leaps onto a rock, and pounds his chest with one hand.

“Right.” Izuku blinks. “We’re just gonna…er...follow him now…maybe?”

“I think we met the Prince of the Jungle.” Shoto mumbles, still filming.

Frustrated, the prince points to the trees. Then to his chest. He hoots, and beats it with one hand again.

“I think he wants us to follow him, ribbit.” Tsuyu said.

“Or he’s warning us.” Ochako rubs her scalp.

“No…no!” Izuku adjusts his backpack. “This is incredible! A human raised in the jungle! Possibly connected to the lost civilization. This is huge!”

"This is huge!" The feral boy mimics.

"...Can we teach him to talk first?" Shoto mumbles.

A silhouette like art. I admit it's far from perfect, but it's a decent start :D

Story: https://www.tumblr.com/thesilliestrovingalive/765981311056904192/to-meet-oneself?source=share

Marco Rossi, SNK