#and dash but I don’t think iida would beat someone up

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Part six of Ghost hero!

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UR EVENT IS SO CUTE !! n u already know who im requesting for whehwhw

shinsou, chemistry textbook (sorry), fluff

CONGRATS AGAIN u deserve 5k more 💗💗💗

a/n hi kei THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YUO and i knew this was coming, i could smell it miles away. the moment you sent an ask i was already bracing myself for the word hitoshi...

notes 1.2k words, WARNING CURSING,  everything is normal and hitoshi is peacefully  in 1-A au, bit of crack i fear, but fluff nonetheless

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It was study night.

Unsurprisingly, Midoriya was the first to sit on the couch, textbook and pen in hand. No one could ever dream of beating Midoriya Izuku—not even Iida or Yaoyorozu, who was pretty normal about intense studying habits. Everyone else followed after him, and soon enough, the common room began to get crowded. Bakugou was fuming, with sparks coming from his palms as he yelled at his friends, were you even listening to class?! while Mina and Sero howled with laughter, Kirishima and Kaminari were trying their best, and Midoriya was waving his hands, spluttering, calm down, Kacchan! You’re disturbing the others! Promptly followed by a drawn out: HAAA? It was a miracle they even got Bakugou Katsuki to tutor them.

And it was fun. It was lively, and you felt at home, but someone was missing, and you noticed his absence right away.

You hesitated. Shinsou was fairly new in the class—and although he adjusted well considering the class welcomed him with open arms, he was still a little distanced. You wanted to close the distance. Hitoshi seemed like a nice guy, just a little shy. (“You just think he’s cute, don’t you?” Imaginary Uraraka whispered in your ear, all leery and uncomfortably hitting too close.)

You slipped away from the class, and you were really hoping you were as stealthy as you thought, but Uraraka’s eyes seemed to have snapped to yours like she was starring in a horror movie. You froze.

“Where are you going?” Uraraka asked sweetly. You regretted telling her about your crush every time shit like this happened.

“I forgot my pen,” you said, then dashed off before Iida or Midoriya could offer theirs.

Your room was on the same floor as Shinsou’s—the fourth floor, by the far corner; his was beside Bakugou’s, while yours was beside Mina’s. Your rooms were technically—almost—across from each other.

But as you reached the fourth floor, you hesitated. Would it seem creepy if you went to fetch him? You didn’t want to come off as eager, but you also didn’t want to act disinterested. Augh. This was too complicated. Having a crush was too complicated.

Running on frustration, you took this as an opportunity to man the fuck up and knock on his door. Knock, knock. You instantly flamed in embarrassment.

There was a bit of clanging from inside, as if not expecting anyone to have checked up on him—which was a reasonable deduction. You might have been pushing too hard.

The door slowly inched open and revealed Shinsou, with his brows furrowed and lips pulled downward before it morphed into surprise as you waved sheepishly.

“Y/N,” he said, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he knew your name—everyone introduced themselves to him, and he isn’t super fresh to your faces—but that didn’t make it any easier to hear your name in his… gorgeously low voice.

“Hey,” you said, then felt immensely pathetic. Seriously? Hey? In response to that? The only appropriate response was to swoon and faint on his chest. “I—uh, we were wondering if you wanted to join study night, in case you didn’t know.”

“Oh.” He blinked, then looked embarrassed. “Yeah, I know about that. Uh, I was looking for my textbook. I couldn’t find it…”

“Ohh,” you said, like the perfect conversationalist you were. “I can let you borrow mine. If you want, I mean.”

And in classic Y/N fashion, you began to think. What if you missed something? What if looking for his textbook was his excuse not to join? What if you inadvertently pressured him into joining?

“Ah, really?” And then Shinsou smiled, and angels started singing. It was only a quirk on one side, but it was there. It was there, and it was goddamn beautiful. “Thanks.”

“N-No problem,” you said weakly, a deflated balloon.

You moved backward like you were hypnotized as Shinsou stepped forward and shut the door behind him. He was tall, but something else about his presence seemed bigger about him. You silently thanked Eraserhead for training Shinsou.

Shinsou scratched the back of his nape and asked, “Should we go, then?”

Like a moth drawn to a flame.

When the elevator dinged, the class turned and greeted you and Shinsou, even when you were already there before. Uraraka was quick as ever; she was grinning wide like a mother too excited to encourage her children to interact with their peers. You glared at her when Shinsou’s eyes curiously slipped to where you were staring. Then everyone turned back to mind their business; whether it was mercy on your humiliation or politeness for Shinsou’s shyness, you were just grateful.

But there was a problem.

Shinsou realized it at the same time as you, too. There was no space left where the class had gathered: the long row of tables and chairs. You could’ve sworn you had a seat beside Todoroki Shouto, but it was not there anymore.

Shinsou craned his neck and gestured at a suspiciously empty green loveseat by the corner. “We should just sit over there?”

“Yes,” you said, hoping that you didn’t sound too delighted. “Yes, uh, you’re right. Which textbook were you looking for?”

“My Chemistry one was missing.” Oh, Chemistry, for once a blessing to your life.

With a skip in your step, you walked to the table and returned to where Shinsou was waiting patiently. This was wonderful. You were on cloud nine. You sat beside Shinsou, with a bit of distance out of respect, but distance didn’t matter when it was just you and him in this corner.

“Thank you,” Shinsou murmured—ohhh, he murmured; how is it possible for a teenage boy to have his voice get that low?—and settled in his seat, fingers thumbing your textbook open. He still looked a little tense, but you were really hoping it was not because of you.

“No problem,” you said, beaming up at him. You pulled out your English textbook because you didn’t want to seem lazy in front of him. “If you have questions about the quiz, you can ask me!”

Shinsou cocked a brow and tilted his head. “You understand this?”

He gestured at the equations printed by the far end of the pages. In truth, it made your head hurt and your eyes water just looking at the equation that most likely had the same length as a paragraph, but you knew nothing. If drawing Lewis Structures until your hand is cramped and you went cross-eyed and determining the molecular structure of liquids was your only ticket to talking with Shinsou, then—well… Chemistry was your favorite, now.

“Sure,” you said.

“I’ll be in your care, then,” Shinsou said lowly.

Ahh, so charming. You hoped your eyes weren’t in the shape of hearts.

While 1-A studied relentlessly—and violently, thanks to Bakugou—you and Shinsou were tucked in the corner, murmuring to each other about Thermodynamics and shit. He was a fast learner and cracked jokes at the right time. It felt like you had known him forever.

At some point, Shinsou drifted off and started talking about cats. You didn’t know how, either, but the lull of his voice made you hardly care. Then, at some point, your head ended up on Shinsou’s broad shoulder as you slept. You wouldn’t have seen it because you were off in dreamland and most likely dreaming about Shinsou, but Shinsou had smiled fondly and stayed there. He wondered if it would be too obvious if he borrowed another textbook tomorrow.

[glossyfairytears]

Class 1-A headcanons for a ticklish S/O

Gender neutral

Warnings: slight smut, language

Mydoria:

He is ticklish too, so tickling turns into an all out war. He usually wins, however, due to his quirk.

“Nuh-uh, babe” he pins your hands to the floor when you try to tickle him back, “I caught you, you’re mine now”

Kirishima:

There is no way he is passing up an opportunity to tickle you. Especially since he can harden his body against your pitiful attempts to tickle him.

He thinks you look really hot. Sure, your hair may be messy and you are a little sweaty, but that doesn’t matter. He thinks it’s a manly look. He will definitely cuddle you afterwards.

Sero:

The tape comes in handy. If he really wants to tickle you, he can tape your hands behind you and watch you writhe as he tickles you.

He says it’s just practice for his quirk, but you both know that’s bullshit.

Denki:

This man is fucking evil. Along with tickling you, he will send small shocks.

“Uh oh babe” he shocks you “I just can’t control it” he shocks you again “you’re too cute”

He loves the dazed look you get when he shocks you. It makes him horny happy you look so good. Usually he will end up making out with you and possibly fucking you.

Todoroki:

He didn’t understand that he was tickling you the first time he did it.

You were standing there and he snaked his hands around your waist, resulting in you shivering and letting out a small laugh. He thought you were cold so you explained that you were actually ticklish.

He now tickles you at random moments after learning that.

Bakugo:

Your cue to run is the evil grin he flashes you right before he launches himself at you. You never make it far before his hands are on you, mercilessly tickling you.

He loves the way you look under him, flushed, messy hair, panting, maybe your shirt has been pushed up exposing more of your body to him. It usually ends with him carrying you to the couch and cuddling, or him kissing over your ticklish spots, slowly working you up until you are begging to be taken right there on the floor.

Tokoyami:

Dark shadow loves to tickle you. Tokoyami gets embarrassed by that but doesn’t try to stop him.

Sometimes he will join in and help dark shadow tickle you.

He has definitely written a poem about how you te at when being tickled.

Aoyama:

The first time you tickled him, he wasn’t expecting it. He ended up shooting a laser beam into the sky. Good thing you two were stargazing. He began to revenge tickle you back and figured out you were quite ticklish.

He found it adorable. And now loves to tickle attack you. He says that it’s revenge for each time that you tickled him.

He just loves the way you feel and will use it as an excuse to touch you.

Iida:

He tries not to tickle you, because it is improper and not exemplary behavior. But sometimes he can’t help it.

Good luck running from him. He will catch you faster than you can even process. One moment you are running, and the next you are in his arms shrieking and giggling.

He feels on cloud 9 when he sees you smiling and laughing, even if it is just from being tickled.

Ojiro:

He has another limb to restrain you as he tickles you, but he doesn’t do it too often.

He loves listening to your laugh

He is so considerate. Sometimes he will get you a glass of water if you seem tired.

Kouda:

He is so cute, and polite that he probably wouldn’t tickle you all that much, especially around other people. But if you were alone together and you started it, he would definitely retaliate.

“Hey come back here” he hops up from where he was sitting and begins to chase you. “you have to finish what you start”

Satou:

He will tickle you if you refuse to give him a kiss, the price for one of his cookies that you stole.

“Kiss me and I’ll stop tickling you”

You Giggle through a “only if you can catch me” before tearing out of his grasp and making a mad dash for a good hiding spot.

He always finds you and tickles you until you cave and give him a kiss.

Shouji:

Shouji has so many hands. You are done for.

Usually he won’t tickle you, but one time you were feeling a little bummed out about a person who insulted you so he began to tickle you. Immediately, your frown turned into a giggling smile.

“See, there’s that smile.” he stops tickling you and moves one of his hands to caress your face.

“There’s no point in sulking about someone else’s opinion. It doesn’t matter, the only option that should matter is yours.”

Mineta:

The nasty little grape never tickles you without a second motive. The little fucker starts groping you almost immediately.

Mina:

Don’t even think about tickling her. Yes, she may be ticklish, but you shouldn’t tickle her unless you want to end up laughing so hard you are crying.

Tickle wars are her forte. She will have you beat almost immediately.

Tsu:

She is just as ticklish as you are, so it’s a more even battle.

You both seem to end up in a giggly pile at the end though, with no clear winner.

“I definitely won” she gloats. “No way, Tsu. I won—” you start to fire back untill she kisses you, effectively silencing you.

Uraraka:

Floating through the air while being tickled is a whole new sensation. You are unused to it, so uraraka is at an advantage when she launches herself towards you and tickles you.

She will definitely stop if she sees you looking sick or too disoriented, however.

Jirou:

She likes to surprise you with soft tickles around the waist. She loves the way you shrink away from her hands, and into her chest behind you.

Likes to trap you there and use it as an excuse to go to the couch and cuddle.

Hagakure:

Sneak attacks. Poor you, you never know then it’s coming.

Luckily for you, she doesn’t tickle attack you too often, but you think it’s because she likes to lull you into a false sense of security before her next attack.

She always scares the shit out of you when she tickles you

Momo:

Like iida, she tries not to tickle you too often, it’s improper, but she can’t help it. You are so cute when you shriek and try to run from her.

Might take a video of it to remind her of how cute you are when she goes on missions.

Bonus:

Hizashi:

Much like with shouji, you’re fucked. He loves to tickle you. His sweet unsuspecting (y/n) let their guard down? How wonderful! For as loud as he can be, he is able to sneak up on you easily.

“HEY BABE” an arm wraps around your waist, trapping you as you shriek and squirm, knowing what’s coming next.

“OH NO YOU DON’T” he laughs, tickling you. “YOU’RE NOT GETTING AWAY ANY TIME SOON”

Mirio:

This ball of sunshine thinks it’s so cute. He likes to trap you in his arms and tickle you. You are so small and adorable compared to him, how can he not?

Likes to pop up through the walls, floor, or any available surface to give him extra leverage.

One time you were relaxing on the couch dressed in his shirt. He had no idea, so when he phased through the back of the couch and tickled you, the shirt rode up exposing your underwear. It surprised him enough that he fell back through the couch.

“S-Sorry babe, I didn’t know you’d uh…you know.” He gestured to you, half hidden behind the back of the couch. “You uh…you look good though”

Aizawa:

He cheats and he knows it. Usually he will use his capture tool to keep you still until you are begging for him to stop.

Usually only tickles you if you are being a playful brat.

“Can I have the remote now, kitten?” You hold the remote tighter and shake your head, refusing him. “Make me”

Just what have you done? He raises a brow and lowers his voice. “Make you?”

[reinersluvrr]

Tiny Dancer - Tenya Iida

Pairing: Tenya Iida x gn!reader. Dancer AU.

Wc: 1.6k+

Warnings: None, just heart wrenching fluff. c:

A/N: DKOSNGDGO my first work!! Honestly I like how this turned out. I might take requests whenever I get comfortable with writing on here again. I hope you enjoy!

Dance had been a hobby for you for as long as you could remember. You can still remember your very first costume, a hot pink tutu with white polka dots, accompanied with a matching bow. That’s where it had all started, from the ripe age of three years old. To this day, you never considered dancing with a guy. Of course you had to think about your senior year next year, along with the senior boy/girl dance. To be completely honest, the thought of it filled you with dread.

Interacting with guys your age scared you. Not of the boys themselves, but how they would perceive you as a dance partner. Would they be embarrassed of you? Would they pick someone else? You tried not to think about it too much. You shook your head of these thoughts as you entered the dance studio for the evening. Your classes were both in one night, so that was convenient. What wasn’t convenient though was when the studio owner made the inevitable announcement.

“Pay attention now girls! Tonight, you’ll be picking your partner for next year’s senior partner dance. It might seem like a long ways away, but trust me, it’s not. Now, have at it!”

Well shit. You had to pick now? The dance was still months away! The irritated sigh you let out didn’t go unheard. You started to aimlessly walk around the room, observing your fellow dancers chatting with guys. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. A sharp one at that.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You turned towards the polite voice, and your jaw nearly dropped. There stood a tall boy, with a sturdy frame. His royal blue hair matched his eyes, and he stood almost completely straight. You weren’t gonna lie, you were enamored by him; he was (hot as hell) handsome.

“Huh- what? Oh! Hello.” You mentally kicked yourself at your fumbling words. The palms of your hands began to feel clammy, so you rubbed them against the sides of your leggings. Suddenly you forgot how to speak. Your legs felt like jelly, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

“I wanted to ask if you have found a partner yet! Seeing as you were standing alone, I assume not.” Suddenly you felt a rush of warmth across your cheeks; he saw you just standing there? As you gaze at the boy as he spoke, you noticed his wild, sharp hand motions. It made you giggle, but you caught yourself.

“No, no I don’t. If you don’t have one.. would you like to be my partner?” You inquired, albeit awkward and nervous.

“Oh, of course! You seem to be a professional when it comes to this kind of thing. Meanwhile I uh, might need some a-assistance.” He stuttered as he pushed up his glasses.

So he’s new huh? You couldn’t help but smile at his shyness. Now that you looked around at everyone else’s partners, you might have struck gold. He seems sweet, even though he’s a bit awkward and stiff. You didn’t mind at all! At least he wasn’t some snot-nosed jock.

“Alright! I assume you’ve picked your partners. Wonderful! That’ll be all for tonight. We’ll officially start learning the routine next week, so be ready! Off you go now.” Your instructor announced.

“Now that it’s settled, would you like my number? It’ll make it easier to keep in contact! ..For the dance sessions of course.” The bluenette offered.

“Oh, sure! By the way, I never got your name.” You asked as you handed him your phone to insert his number.

“O-oh, my apologies! I’m Tenya. Tenya Iida.” He offered his hand. You offered him a warm smile and took it. “I’m F/N L/N! Nice to meet you, Iida.” A dash of pink appeared on his face has his hand wrapped your tiny one as he shook it. Now that he thought about it, you looked so tiny and petite compared to him. It was.. cute.

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From that week forward, you and Iida would meet up at the dance studio every Thursday for classes. It was actually quite fun, despite how inexperienced he was. You helped him with every aspect of the dance, from keeping count to his movements and flow. The two of you became a great team together! However, mistakes were very common. Mostly on Iida’s end anyway.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry L/N-san!” He yelled out after stepping on your foot. Seeing as he was much taller than you, little incidents like this occur every so often. Honestly, you found it endearing how sweet and polite he was. However, you began noticing how tense he was at every practice. Especially when he was very close to you. Did he regret choosing you as a partner? Was he nervous around you in general?

You noticed that he began to ramble, spewing out multiple apologies. You couldn’t help but laugh as you lightly touched his arm. “Iida, it’s okay. You didn’t hurt me anyways. Besides, you’ve been doing great! Don’t be afraid to get close whenever you need to. I trust you.” You affirmed to him.

Suddenly he stopped mid ramble and stared at you. When did it get so warm in here? His face was tinted red as he scratched the back of his neck. “Of- of course! It’s just.. never mind.”

You furrowed your brows and cocked your head to the side. His behavior was starting to worrying you now. Did you do or say something wrong? You sighed and looked down at your watch, class was about to end.

“Hey, Iida, can I talk to you before we leave? I wanna ask you something.” He sweatdropped.

“Yes! Yes of course.”

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Once the two of you exited the room, you grabbed his wrist. You tried to look around the room, anywhere but at him. You wanted to get to the bottom of this, why he seemed to be so anxious around you.

“Iida, did I do something to make you nervous around me or something? Please let me know if I did, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You whispered.

He looked at you in shock. Why would you think that? You’ve done nothing but be a good partner, an excellent dance teacher to him. Though, he couldn’t help but notice how elegant each time you turned, how easily your body flowed with the music, or the way you smiled even after a long and exhausting practice. Did he do something to make you think otherwi- oh.

Now that he thought back on it, he always hesitated whenever you two had to be in close proximity to each other. His muscles would tense up, and he wouldn’t hold you quite close enough sometimes. He knew why though, but he was somewhat embarrassed about it. But he wanted to be transparent with you, you two were dance partners after all.

“What? No! Not at all! In fact, it’s.. far from that. Really far. Ever since we became partners, I got worried that I would hurt you. You’re just- so tiny and I’m so tall and I didn’t know if you trusted me enough. You’re so elegant with the way you move and I’m just.. stiff.” He ranted.

Okay, now it was your turn to feel warm. He called you elegant? You? Sure, you had experience but you wouldn’t label yourself as that. His words started to blur as you kept repeating that one word in your head. He had called you elegant. Elegant.

“...and I was so scared that I would drop you and- L/N-san?”

You shook your head and blinked, looking up to meet his gaze. Fuck, you had spaced out. Good job.

You finally responded. “Iida, remember what I said earlier? I trust you. Even if you’re much bigger than me, that’s okay! I know you would never hurt me on purpose, mistakes happen! Besides, you’re learning, and you’ve improved so much! I’m glad I chose you as my partner.”

You reached forward and gave his large hand a comforting squeeze. Iida felt his head spin and his heart rate pick up. You were so small but so warm and cute. His heart could only take so much. He sighed a breath of relief that he had, unknowingly, been holding in. You really did trust him.

“Thank you. I’m very happy you find me so trustworthy.”

You gave him that smile that he loved so much in return. He had to take in a breath before he continued. “Actually, now that we’re still here, I wanted to ask you something as well.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “What is it?”

He ran a finger through his hair.

“Well, ever since we’ve been working together, I couldn’t help but notice the small things about you. Like how confident you are in your steps, how patient you are with me, and.. how good of a partner you are. I couldn’t help but admire all of that, admire you.” He took in a shaky breath.

“What I wanted to ask is if you’d like to.. go out with me.”

A blush blossomed across your face and throughout your body. He really felt the same way as you? You had to be dreaming. Thousands of thoughts rushed your mind, you couldn’t find the right words. So you just launched yourself into his broad chest, wrapping your small arms around his back. “Yes. Of course I will Tenya.” You murmured.

It took a second for him to recover, but once he did, he let out a breathy laugh and enveloped you in his arms, kissing the top of your hair.

“Thank you, my tiny dancer.”

[hushnow-hun]

Are You Kitten Me?

For shinkamiweek2020. Day 4: College

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25302205

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“Kaminari, you’ll never guess what,” Shinsou said, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Kaminari was laying on the bed on his front, phone in hand. He peered at Shinsou curiously over his shoulder. “What?”

Careful not to jostle his backpack too much, Shinsou sat on his bed across from his roommate, who was still looking at him expectantly. He unzipped the bag and a pair of round, yellow eyes blinked up at him. “Hey there, girl,” he whispered, gingerly lifting the cat out and putting her on his bed.

“What?” Shinsou looked up to see a gleeful look slowly spreading on Kaminari’s face. “You did not,” he breathed out, sitting up and leaning closer.

A corner of Shinsou’s mouth quirked up. “I did.”

“Oh my god. You brought a cat to our dorm.” He stared at the cat, who for the most part had gotten over Kaminari and was now craning her neck this way and that, surveying their room.

Shinsou extended a finger and she sniffed it briefly, before hopping off the bed. “It’s fine,” he said absently. “It’s not like anyone was there when I came in. Nobody saw my mysteriously wriggling backpack.” Shinsou had speedwalked all the way to their dorm room nonetheless, not too keen on taking chances.

“Can I pet her?” Kaminari asked suddenly.

Shinsou gestured offhandedly. “Go for it. She’s pretty friendly. She didn’t even try to scratch me when I found her.”

Kaminari scooped the cat off the floor and into his arms, cooing softly. Almost instantly, she melted into it, purring when he rubbed a finger on her head. “Found her where?”

“On the way back to campus,” Shinsou answered vaguely. He had spotted the cat sitting by a lamppost when he stepped out the convenience store nearby, blinking back at him. When she butted her head against his knee after he crouched down to pet her, that was it. There was just no way he was gonna leave her there.

“She’s surprisingly well kept for a stray,” Kaminari mused, running a hand over her black fur.

Shinsou hummed, dropping his bag to the floor next to his bed. “Maybe she just got lost recently.”

“You didn’t steal someone’s pet, did you?” Kaminari asked, eyebrows shooting up.

“She doesn’t have a collar,” Shinsou said defensively. Hang on. Don’t tell him the cat could’ve belonged to the nice old man who owned the convenience store. Oh, it’d be even worse if he actually saw Shinsou taking his cat.

The cat meowed loudly, effectively cutting off his train of thought. She squirmed out of Kaminari’s hold and started pacing around the room.

“Do you think she’s hungry?” Kaminari asked.

“Er.” Shinsou blinked. “Must be. You got any cat food on you by any chance?”

Kaminari gave him a weird look. “Dude, did you think this through at all?”

Well. That’s fair. Shinsou wouldn’t call himself an impulsive person, but apparently all that rationale goes out the window when faced with a pair of whiskers. He shrugged at Kaminari.

The cat let out a loud meow again, walking in a circle. Maybe they could give her one of Kaminari’s granola bars for now. She’d like that, right?

Before he could offer the suggestion, there was a knock on the door. Shinsou exchanged wide-eyed looks with Kaminari.

After a beat, Shinsou dove to grab the cat, but she yelped and skittered under the bed, narrowly escaping Kaminari’s hands as well.

The knock came again. “Kaminari? Is everything alright in there?” Iida.

“Everything’s fine!” Kaminari said. He kept shooting panicked glances at the door while moving up to give Shinsou space as he got on all fours and peered under the bed. The cat blended well in the dark space, but Shinsou could still see the wary glint in her eyes as she crouched in the corner.

Iida’s voice came again. “I thought I heard a cat in there.”

“No you didn’t,” Kaminari said, voice comically pitched. Shinsou almost threw a lamp at him. Instead, he settled for gesturing wildly at him to answer the door. Kaminari gestured something back, making faces at him. Shinsou crossed his arms and Kaminari groaned silently, muttering something under his breath before going to the door.

“Iida!” he greeted. The door was open just wide enough for him to pop his head out. From where he’s down next to the bed, Shinsou ran no risk of being seen. He ducked his head down to look at the cat again, if only to keep an eye on her so she doesn’t suddenly dash towards the door. He can’t get her out from under the bed without a guarantee that Iida won’t hear.

“Don’t worry about it. That was just me,” Kaminari said, gripping the door’s edge with the hand above his head. Most likely to keep blocking the view of their room.

Iida sounded skeptical. “That was you meowing?”

“Yup!” Kaminari gave a nervous laugh.

“Why?”

This seemed to catch Kaminari off guard. “I mean, you know,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s like, nya.” He pawed the air.

Shinsou had to muffle his snicker.

“Oh, well, alright then.” Iida sounded like he didn’t know what to do with that information.

“Leave him be, Iida.” Was that Sero? How many people were out there? “Kaminari probably just likes that kind of thing.”

Kaminari nodded his head enthusiastically. “Yeah! Thanks, Sero— wait.” Shinsou couldn’t see his face, but he was willing to bet Kaminari was narrowing his eyes at his black-haired friend. “What do you mean by that?”

Sero snickered. “Is Shinsou in there with you?”

“What?” Kaminari’s voice had gone a pitch up again. “No, he’s not— hey!” He was now trying to shut the door, using both his hand and knee. “Stop it! He’s not here! He went out to buy some stuff a while ago.”

Sero laughed, giving up on trying to barge his way in. “Don’t worry about it, man. I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”

“Sero!” Iida chided. “If I’m thinking what you’re thinking, and what you’re thinking is correct, then we shouldn’t interrogate Kaminari like this! It’s plain rude.”

“You know what? I’ll see you guys later!” Kaminari shut the door with finality.

Shinsou had moved back to his bed after feeling the strong urge to sit down. He watched Kaminari drop on the bed across from him, the tips of his ears red. The silence stretched between them. “Well,” he said eventually, clearing his throat. “That took a turn for the worse.”

Shinsou bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Easy for you to say,” he said, huffing. He finally looked over at Shinsou and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You don’t have to deal with him on a daily basis.”

Shinsou swatted the hand away. Keeping his tone light, he said, “So you’re saying he does that on a daily basis?”

“I—“ Kaminari caught the look on his face and chucked a pillow at him. “Anyways!” he said, clapping his hand loudly. “So that was reason number one on why we can’t possibly keep her.”

Right on cue, the cat crept out from under the bed, peering up at them. Shinsou sighed, leaning back on his hands. “I know, but I figured we could keep her here until someone claims her.”

“Still a bad idea,” kaminari said in a sing-song voice.

“It’s an idea.” Shinsou picked up the cat and placed her back on his bed.

“Well, what if no one claims her?”

Shinsou thought this over. “I could always bring her to my dad. There’s no way he’d refuse.” Aizawa’s brought home his fair share of felines after all. Hizashi should be pretty used to it by now too.

Kaminari hummed, settling on his back. “We should probably give her a name,” he said after a while. “If she’s gonna be staying here for a bit, I can’t just keep calling her ‘Cat’.”

“It’s not the worse name.” At kaminari’s raised eyebrow, Shinsou added, “It’s definitely accurate. We won’t be mistaking her for something else.” Kaminari gave a snort at that, and Shinsou continued petting the cat. “Anything in mind?”

“How ‘bout Muffin?”

“Muffin?” Shinsou said incredulously. The cat glanced at Kaminari briefly, before going back to inspecting the bed sheet.

“Hmm, Belle?”

“Can’t we pick a name that would actually suit her?”

“Yeah?” Kaminari propped himself up on his elbow, a lazy grin on his face. “What would you name her then? Ebony? Eclipse? Moon Shadow?”

“Oh, fuck off—"

[langst-is-my-unborn-baby]

The Path Down Memory Lane

Summary: A quirk causes Midoriya to disappear, and can only be returned through a trip to the past accessed by Bakugou Katsuki. The one who is very displeased to be there and face the childhood friend he pushed away.

As well as avoiding Ochako's death glare.

IRL friends, be respectful and ignore please <3

Word Count:  2907

The classroom fell to a stuttered silence, whispers and short gasps of surprise crippling into the quiet. Their Sensei, Aizawa, stood at the front, his hand raised to pause them as a sullen look soured his usually bored expressions. Bakugou felt his chest tremble with angered nerves, slimmers of questions rattling in his brain. His demand to begin the class and ignore whatever problem had occurred that caused this pause.

Aizawa watched them all, the first class of the morning and he had only just stepped into the room. As Bakugou had previously seen Iida hold down a bothered expression, he wondered what had caused the abrupt lateness. Mina and Hagakure who had seemingly arrived late, pressed themselves to the side of the door patiently, waiting for the teacher to speak.

“As some of you might have noticed,” the teacher began, his dull eyes falling over them. “One of you is missing.” Originally, Bakugou was planning on stating that Raccoon Eyes and the other one was actually here, but as their teacher waved them in, the empty desk pulled his attention.

“Deku,” Bakugou spat, his teeth gritting together as flames of anger stung him. “Of course, it’s fucking him.”

Round face has wailed a worried cry of the missing boy’s name.

Izuku Midoriya, a pain in his backside, was missing from class, a surprise due to his healthy appearance and calm demeanour as of the previous day. The boy had cheerily waved Bakugou goodbye the previous night, he had said he was planning to spend the evening watching over his mother. Despite the raw hate for the boy, Bakugou had no qualms with Aunt Inko, and he too knew that she was so lonely since useless Deku’s dad never appeared at home.

“Midoriya was going to visit his mother!” Round face shouted; her face flushed warm with worry. “He said so last night.”

“It’s true,” Momo agreed, her finger resting on her chin. “We assumed he must have returned later that evening; it was a quiet night.”

Again, the teacher raised his hand, that previous hush soon blanketing them. “It is not a question of where he is,” Aizawa said, his cheeks paled to a cold white. “But when.”

“What?” Kirishima murmured, his own eyes meeting Bakugou’s. He shrugged a response.

“Sir! What do you mean when?” Iida asked, his back straight as he stood suddenly, and even then Bakugou pitied the poor ass who had befriended Deku.

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, a sad crestfallen sigh before resuming his briefing with the class. “At 7:20 at night, there was a petty villain attack on the street of Midoriya’s home. As per usual of the problem child, he went to handle it.” Bakugou huffed a laugh, hiding his own confusion as he felt his hands clench into tight fists. “A quirk blew up, and it is – time sensitive.”

The class’ attention sat on Aizawa, their held breaths pulling on the atmosphere.

“The quirk was known as ‘Memory Lane,’ it throws the victim into the body of their younger self in the past, leaving behind only a piece of them.” As if on cue, the teacher dug into his pockets, retrieving a small white card. Deku’s ID.

Ochako let out a whine of misery, her hands clamping over her mouth.

“Please do not fear yet,” Aizawa said with a face with an expression that was a moment away from looking warm and comforting. “This ID acts as a gateway to that time, and to gain entry it needs to be opened by someone involved. The Pro-Heroes did not originally intend to explain to you the true situation of your classmate… but as his mother could not open it-“

Tears streamed down the cheeks of Round face as Aizawa stepped towards her, holding out the ID card, her fingers pinching it tightly and her expression squeezed. Nothing. Iida leaped forward immediately, demanding in perfect formality to touch the card. Again nothing, and Bakugou barked a cold laugh. Soon, the classmates followed. That frog and Momo both sadly pressing their hands to the card, even Kirishima had a go at holding it.

“It’s the manly thing to do,” Kirishima whispered to him, his hand falling to Bakugou’s shoulder. He bit back the urge to slap it off, sitting in his friend’s desperate look.

“Fine, back off idiots,” Bakugou barked, kicking his desk away from him as he stepped to his teacher. “Let me touch the fucking card.”

The look in his teacher’s eyes bothered him. What could Aizawa think of him that he hesitated to hand over the card. Regardless, the card was dropped into his grip.

“See assholes,” he spat, ignoring the tinge of a crack in his voice. “I didn’t do anything-“

The card burned, like a hot iron against his hand, it left his skin red and raw. “Fuck, Sensei!” Bakugou yelled, and immediately his teacher was at his side, clinging onto the card as well.

“Keep holding on,” he demanded, his head whipping around to watch the squabble of Deku’s friends who remained close. “Are any of your memories with Midoriya inherently violent?” The sweat that began to sit upon Bakugou’s head told it all. “We will enter the past soon, do not let go, understood?”

“Sir,” Iida shot loudly. “I could assist, I know Midoriya well.”

“As do I!” Round face cried; her arm wrapped around Iida.

“I too want to help Midoriya,” Icyhot said distantly, a chill to his voice as he suddenly reached to grab the card. Iida and Ochako doing the same despite the sudden short shout of their teacher’s disapproval. The card shot out burning white light, and all Bakugou saw was black before hitting the ground.

Bakugou let out a huff as he pressed his palm to his forehead, a sting pulsing as he pulled himself up from the grassy floor. Grass- his lips thinned, and he spat a swear.

“What the fuck? This fucking card took us out of our classroom.”

“Discipline yourself,” his teacher said strictly, and Bakugou was suddenly reminded that that man had every right to control his cursing habits.

Slowly but ever so surely, his three nosey classmates pried themselves from the floor. Iida instantly voacalising an apology. His eyes could not roll further back, Iida lived off being seen as a model student, but he broke every rule for Deku.

“Bakugou.” Ochako’s voice wavered slightly, her eyes following along the neighbourhood. “Do you know where we are?”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, twisting to look at their surroundings. A series of building stood tall and imposing but straight ahead lay a little patch of scenery, a few warm patches of bushes and a couple tall standing trees. He raised one pointed finger. “There,” he said slowly, as if tasting the words that would be used to help Deku. “That park was by our school, he was always at it, stalking me.”

Aizawa sent him a disapproving glance but began to tread forward, Ochako and Iida stomping off with their arms linked. Icyhot just tilted his head slightly at him before following.

Their path ran smooth and uninterrupted. Ochako pale as a ghost when a person seemingly walked straight through her, a dreaded blue sitting sickly on her cheeks.

“Nothing to fear,” Aizawa murmured, continuing forward. “I assume only Midoriya will be able to see us, and perhaps young Bakugou too.” Round face just nodded.

They stood meters from the park, startled in the steps as a sudden cry sounded from within the park. Aizawa outstretching an arm to stop them moving into the scene, he lifted a single finger and pressed it to his lips, hushing them.

Izuku Midoriya, in all his six-year-old glory, stood small and green-haired. Kneeling over on the park’s ground, Bakugou recognised himself, a much younger version, standing in front of the boy. Cracks of explosions pulsed from his small hands, and a gang of jeering boys backed him.

“Stupid Deku!” The young Bakugou shouted, his hand shot forward as if to show a threat, a devilish smile overcoming him as Deku covered his face in his hands. “You can’t ever be a hero; you won’t beat me!” The mini version of him jabbed a thumb to himself. “I’m the best.”

“Kacchan, stop being so mean,” the little boy all but sobbed, a pitiful screech leaving his mouth as one of the boys began to pelt pebbles his way. “Kacchan, stop!

“They will stop when I say so,” the boy decided smugly, happy yells coming from the surrounding lot of boys, another joining in in the pelting. “But we won’t waste time on quirkless losers like you.”

“Bakugou,” Iida said, turning to look down at him with a thin look of dismay. “You could really say that to your classmate?”

His stomach churned with the burn of fury; a tight anger rang through his ears. He responded with nothing but a dirty glare, returning the attention to his young classmate with his crestfallen appearance as the young him and group of jerks fucked off. The infamous tears beginning to roll down the boy’s cheeks, quiet cries leaving him as the little Deku sat alone in the park.

Ochako sent him a glare that told him just how dead he was.

Even Aizawa looked deeply unhappy with the sight, his hand falling as Ochako and Iida dashed forward, with Round face’s arms wrapping around the small boy. His guilt lay buried in a hole he had dug himself, watching as Todoroki would no longer meet his gaze – instead, making his way to Deku.

A gurgled sound left him, pathetically stuttering as the young Deku always had, Bakugou kept his distance. His victim squabbled by his classmates.

“Izuku!” Ochako chirped happily, gleeful tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.

“Ah! Sorry ma’am,” Deku said, his hands furiously wiped at his tear stricken face. “I don’t think I know you, are you Mum’s friend?” His voice sounded stilted, as if slowed by a stutter.

“Ochako, rest easy,” Aizawa warned, kneeling to look the boy in the eye. “Midoriya, we are from the future.”

The boy’s eyes widen in shocked disbelief, crawling back slightly and Bakugou choked a wheeze, a shit-eating grin covering his face as he met his teacher’s stare. “You don’t fucking think a kid is going to believe that,” he said. “He thinks you all are some lot of psychotic strangers. Let me go.”

Bakugou pushed himself forward, elbowing Todoroki in the side as a little afterthought. “Oi Deku.” He turned his head down, a fearful expression fell on the boy and suddenly his chest felt tight. “Izuku,” he corrected, his voice gentle for his own standards. “Watch this.” He held out his palm, creating a sparkled of an explosion, letting it sizzle into a blackened smoke. “I’m Bakugou Katsuki, from the future.”

The little Deku’s eyes lit up. “You have the same quirk as Kacchan!” he smiled gleefully, Bakugou buried the twitch of annoyance. “Why are you here… a- are you mad, a-again?” he asked, voice twisted with apprehension as he was seemingly encircled by the much taller group.

“No one will hurt you, young Midoriya,” Iida spoke sternly. Bakugou felt his eyes widen by a fraction, his classmate placing a hand against his heart as he spoke such genuine words. To Izuku Midoriya, those words would only be a charming comfort of a lie, when had that boy ever escaped violence.

“Agreed, Midoriya, we need your help,” Todoroki added, calmly outstretching a hand to Deku, helping him to his feet. The boy tilted his chin upwards, a slight uncertainty.

“I know you Kacchan,” the boy said bravely, shuffling back slightly, prominent bruises revealing themselves on his knees. “But Mum told me not to speak to strangers.” His voice returned to that innocent quietness, a thunder of cracks breaking his words due to the whisper of volume he spoke at.

Round face pinched the corner of Bakugou’s shirt, shaking her stupid face when she had noticed that famous aggravated expression overcome him. He gritted his teeth and stayed still.

“I am an underground hero, Eraserhead, Shota Aizawa,” their teacher introduced, surprising them slightly. The kid’s eyes glittered with interest, questions threatened to spill from his tongue, an obvious look of curiosity from the boy. The teacher instead waved his hand, encouraging his students to do the same.

Iida nodded his head, following in his teacher’s footsteps. “I am Tenya Iida, class president,” he bowed furiously.

“Ah! Pl- Please don’t bow sir,” Deku wailed, waving his hands before rushing to bow, mimicking the older student, a smile erupting onto Ochako’s face at the sight.

“Ochako Uraraka,” the girl smiled brightly, pulling a peace sign.

Finally, that half-half bastard stepped up. “Shoto Todoroki.” A respectful nod at the green-haired boy before returning a previous few steps behind.

“Todoroki! Like Endeavour,” Midoriya mused, missing the skimmer of a wince that took over the boy’s face.

Pity. That feeling that Bakugou was beginning to resent. He huffed a grunt, digging his heel into the soft dirt, locking him into his place. “Hah!” He jeered, purposely steering his gaze away from Todoroki. “Who cares about Endeavour, you like All Might right, Shitty Deku?”

Aizawa most certainly chose that moment not to comment on the use of swearing, instead portraying a slight amusement as Midoriya was instantly overcome with a contagious happiness. The boy’s arms began to flail, rushed in saying all his reasons of loving the currently top hero.

Deku eventually fell out of breath, his face warm with redness. “Wait, if you are a Hero,” the boy asked tentatively, shyly watching his future teacher. “How am I able to help you?”

“Unfortunately, I am not sure either, but I have an idea.” Aizawa faced Bakugou, instilling him with a momentary fear. “The ID card.”

Oh yeah.

Searching his pocket, he plucked the card out, slipping it into his teacher;s hand.

“Oi Deku! Where are you?” A young yell sounded from ahead, and the group quickly turned to see the small Bakugou, returned without his petty crew of bullied. “Who are those weirdos?” He snapped, running over and snatching the little Midoriya’s wrists.

Christ, Deku’s friends were most certainly going to give him hell when the returned to the present.

“Deku- Izuku! Don’t talk to weird adults,” he scolded as he tugged the other boy back and aiming a dark look to Aizawa. “Why are you even still here?”

So many questions from his younger self, as if he had not left that very boy trembling and scared on the ground. But deep down, with out the addition of time travelers, Bakugou remembered this moment. Guiltily returning for his childhood friend, walking him home without uttering an apology.

“Kacchan, these are my future friends,” the boy smiled whole-heartedly, grinning up at Ochako’s painfully big smile.

“What are you on about Deku, anyway, I don’t want this- take it,” the young Bakugou said, dumping a small slip into his hand. “I already have one at home.” He turned his head, stubbornly ignoring the squeal of joy that left Deku.

“An All Might card, Kacchan you really are the best!”

“I know, now let’s go home, I’ll take you to Aunt Inko’s.”

The scene unfolded so quickly, and Aizawa dived forward, pressing the ID against the young Deku’s fingers. A shot of white light shooting out of it, yet the two young boys suddenly appeared with blank eyes when they looked at them – as if looking through them. Gone from their memories, and invisible now. As the card spun itself in a burning glow of white, the two boys walked on. Chatter on All Might leaving their mouths.

Instantly, Bakugou grabbed onto the card, poisoned with dissonance at the possibility of remaining in this aged memory. His peers joined, the five blinded by white before they fell in the screen of black.

“Izuku!” Round face shrieked; her arms wrapped tightly around the shocked boy’s neck. “Oh, I was so worried,” the girl mourned, ripping herself from the boy to look him over.

Bakugou smiled grimly, heat filling Deku’s cheeks as he sat on the classroom floor in casual clothes – gawked at by his peers. “Uraraka, Kacchan?” he whispered, green eyes dancing from person to person.

“Midoriya,” Iida said (cried seemingly more accurate). “Izuku,” he smiled wetly, his hands fixing themselves to Deku’s shoulders. “I too was worried! Please do not fight villains without me next time.”

The boy let shame overcome him, confusion tipping from his face, but regardless he offered warm comfort to his two friends. Even sending a short smile to Todoroki.

When they were so young, despite everything he did, he was Deku’s Kacchan, his best friend. A tickle of saddened hurt, as he stood distant to the hugging friends. Despite the arm slung around his shoulders by Kiri, he felt this tired longing for the friend he once had.

“Deku,” he yelled, 1A stilled. He buried his desperate tears. “Don’t forget, I saved you!”

He should feel humiliated, be burnt by the blistering jealousy that pulled him to say such words. But a warm laughter spilt from his lost friend’s face despite that remaining slip of loss of understanding at the entirety of the situation. “Of course, thank you Kacchan,” he beamed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Although I can’t remember what for, thank you.”

[mattzerella-sticks]

Heart Eyes, Motherfucker (ao3 link)

Izuku knows that where Mei goes, trouble follows. And what Mei creates, will ultimately come back to bite him in the ass. Which is why he's wary when she comes to him, seeking help for an assignment. But when she describes her latest creation - a camera that can capture what a person is thinking - he believes there isn't any reason he should be afraid. By helping her with this, there isn't a way for it to blow up in his face.

That is, until the wrong person's photo is taken, exposing something that he would've liked to keep hidden.

           Izuku gently sets the camera down, careful not to trigger a hidden mechanism that might, quite literally, blow up in his face. The memory of Mei Hatsune’s last gift is still fresh in his mind, how the tiny, innocent earbuds exploded once he connected his phone to them. It sent him to Recovery Girl’s ward, and then for the remainder of the week Izuku couldn’t hear anything. Wariness lessens the blow from Mei’s frown, her disappointment palpable at how he didn’t immediately accept her camera. She’s gotten ahead of herself. “I’m not saying no,” he starts, choosing his words carefully, “I just want to know what it is before I do anything.”

           “It’s a camera,” Mei tells him, “It takes pictures.”

           “Is that all?”

           “Well, they’re pretty good pictures…” She taps her chin, eyes spinning wildly as she navigates the labyrinthine puzzle of her thoughts. Her expression shifts, a wide grin that almost splits her face in two like the sun breaking through dark grey and shining bright. “They’re actually better pictures than you’d get from an average camera! After the modifications I made to it –“

           “Yes, modifications!” Izuku interrupts, jumping into the fray before she shifts the conversation elsewhere. “You admit you’ve played around with it?”

           She huffs, a dial shifting inside that changes her mood again. Now, she’s offended. “I don’t play around with tech. I create. I improve. I succeed, Midoriya.”

           “Sorry, sorry…” He chuckles, rubbing his head, “That’s not… what I’m trying to ask is – this is an invention of yours, yes? Is there anything it does besides taking pictures?” Izuku thinks, trying to string together a more thoughtful question then ‘will it blow up?’ “Are there any tactical advantages to the camera?”

           “Of course!” She says, roughly snatching the camera. Izuku flinches, then sighs in relief seeing how it stayed silent despite her brusque movements. “It’s something I’m working on for a class assignment. They want us to create gear that can help heroes proactively take down villains, to keep casualties and damage to a minimum!”

           “And your idea was… a camera?”

           “It’s not just a camera,” she scoffs, holding it up and quickly snapping a picture of Izuku. He blinks, blinded by the flashing light. As he rubs his eyes, he hears the mechanical whirr of a photo being produced. “It uses the latest retinal technology combined with my own, copyrighted, software to capture not just a person’s face… but also what they were thinking of at the moment the photo was taken!” She waves the photo, Izuku’s face becoming clearer and clearer as time passes. “They say the eye is the window to a person’s soul, yes? Well now that really is the case!?” She laughs with shameless glee, drawing other students’ attention towards them in the sort-of-crowded cafeteria. Izuku’s face glows a deep red, especially when he catches sight of his photo.

           It’s his face, but there’s a marked difference between what he expected and what he sees. Instead of green eyes, Izuku finds two bomb-like pupils have replaced his irises, their fuses short and lit. This makes sense, as he thinks about it. Between the seconds her forefinger pressed on the shutter, Izuku’s only thoughts were ‘don’t explode’, chanted repeatedly.

           Mei studies the picture, snorting. “And this is why I want you to have it.”

           “Me?”

           “Every time I take someone’s picture,” she says, handing him the camera again, “they only show bombs!” She produces an immeasurable number of headshots from her pocket, each person’s eyes like Izuku’s. “I keep telling them that it’s not that kind of equipment, but they don’t trust me. I mean, I get it, but how am I supposed to score the highest marks if my experiments keep producing the same result! How can I learn from the data when it’s all the same!”

           Izuku understands her plight, reminded of similar struggles. It’s been forever since he was reminded of his first few days, where no one wanted to spar with him, afraid they might hurt him or encourage Izuku towards injury by using his quirk. Luckily that didn’t last long. If he failed at convincing his classmates at that time, Izuku doubts he would be where he is now. The only way to grow is through constant trial and error, whether human or machine.

           “Okay,” he says, “I’ll help.”

           Mei claps, thanking him while she speeds off and out of the cafeteria. Izuku watches her along with the remaining students, beads of sweat staining his forehead. His gaze trails from Mei’s exit to the camera in his hands. He studies it more closely than earlier, since he’s certain it won’t combust. Izuki then fiddles with the camera, shaking it, and accidentally takes a selfie that nearly blinds his left eye.

           He rubs that blurry eye while the camera prints the next photo, Izuku grabbing it immediately. Waving it around, Izuku uses his right eye to see what his left might express. Mei would be happy if she had stayed, since there’s a small camera that sits in the middle of his iris, and not a bomb. Izuku tucks the photo into his backpack, alongside the camera as he stands. There’s barely anyone in the cafeteria, the stragglers leaving him behind, meaning Izuku has a few minutes to get to class. He races to Aizawa’s room.

           The camera remains hidden for the rest of the day. Izuku dare not show the others yet, waiting for a perfect moment he can snag the most amount of people.

           Today’s weather helps, rain clouds hanging overhead herded all students indoors. After their final class, Izuku and his friends sped down the path to their dorms in a frenzy. All rushing to beat the rain that would inevitably fall.

           Thunder rumbles, announcing what will come. Izuku jumps over the threshold exactly when the first drop hits.

           “Well,” Mina pouts, leaning on a nearby wall, slipping off her shoes, “I guess we’re stuck here for the day.” Everyone nods in agreement, going about their usual ritual, trading in shoes for slippers. They begin moving deeper into the dorms, rumbling with plans for how to spend this rainy day.

           Izuku hurries to the front of the group, bag tight in his arms. “Actually,” he says, loudly enough he interrupts his friends’ conversations, “since we’re all here, I was wondering if you could help me with something – well… help me help Mei with something –“

           “Mei Hatsune?” Iida asks, a sickly pale sheen blanketing his features, “No – no, whatever it is – no.”

           “Iida,” Izuku sighs, “You haven’t even heard what it is I have to say!”

           “I don’t need to!” And, from how the rest of his friends appear similarly distressed, they don’t either.

           He works fast, removing the camera and showing it to them. “It’s nothing too crazy, or dangerous!” he tells them, “She needs pictures of people for a school project.”

           “That sounds… almost normal,” Mina says, stepping to the front of the group, joining Izuki. She snatches the camera from his hands, frowning at Mei’s camera. “Too normal for a support class project.”

           “Well, there’s more to it than that,” he explains, leaning in close and tapping at the lens. “She modified the camera, so that it takes pictures of what a person’s thinking.” He shows them his picture, with the camera reflected in his iris. “I was thinking about the camera when I hit the capture button, and that’s why it’s in my eye!”

           “So, the thoughts are shown in the eyes?” Mina asks. Izuku nods. “Cool…”

           Iida clears his throat, drawing the focus back to him. “If that’s all the camera does,” he starts, tone frigid enough Izuku shivers because of it, “why does Mei need you taking the pictures?”

           “Oh she… doesn’t have enough time,” Izuku laughs, lying, rubbing the back of his neck. He feels slightly bad, but reasons that if he told them of Mei’s problem, it might make some of the others experience similar issues. “I offered to help because, well – it has been a bit of a lull, hasn’t it?”

           “It has,” Mina agrees, looking through the viewfinder at her classmates, “And this is the perfect thing to spice things up!” She crouches low, at eye level with Mineta. “Say cheese!”

           “What -”?

           She slams her forefinger on the shutter, a loud click washing over the group. Mina impatiently pulls the photo free, waving it around with one hand while the other bars Mineta from advancing. His protests are ignored, Mina waiting for the picture to develop. Once it does, her concentration slips. She laughs, Mineta overpowering his limp arm and dashing past her towards the kitchen, overshooting them. “It works!” she announces, showing the others her photo of the smaller hero.

           Izuku steps into view, turning away from the photo in his next breath, cheeks red with shame.

           Mineta awkwardly smiles, a friendly thumb raised and peeking above the border. His eyes, however, were obscured by two pairs of large breasts. Izuku stared at one set, nipples pointed directly forward, and lost his nerve. He wasn’t alone, Iida and Momo equally uncomfortable. The others visibly appear awkward, yet don’t look from Mineta’s face.

           Tsuyu is the only student unfazed. Her head skews to the left as she squints for a better look. “The quality of the photo, kero, it’s amazing. They look almost lifelike.”

           “I think that’s enough,” Uraraka rushes forward, taking the photo of Mineta from Mina. She throws it upwards, steepling her fingers so it will float to the ceiling and stay there. “Why don’t we see what everyone else is thinking?”

           “Can we wait a few minutes?” Denki laughs, “At least let us burn that image out of our minds.” Everyone joins save Mineta, who flexes his hands on the bumps atop his head, gaze locked on the floating photo. Izuku drags him away from it, following everyone to the kitchen where they can prepare dinner and play with the camera. He makes a note to retrieve the photo later, and to draft an apology for Mei.

           When everyone feels ready, they continue using the camera.

           Izuku will admit, he wasn’t sure if he might succeed in helping Mei. His friends, dependable as always, proved Izuku’s doubts were misguided. Even Iida allowed a few pictures of himself, profiles of his brother or Aizawa swimming in his eyes. “We have that test coming up,” he growls, jabbing at their teacher’s face, “It’s a big one, I want to do well!”

           “You will do well, like always…” Kyoka holds the camera, glancing around the room for the next victim. There’s already a steady pile in the center of the table they commandeered, and a few more pictures floating above them. Mineta thought of little else, apparently. She nudges Denki, who sits beside her, “I’ve got an idea…” She whispers to him, an evil glint shining in her gaze.

           Denki timidly agrees, hesitance a striking feature on his face like the black bolt zigging through his blond hair. He stands, moving a safe distance from everyone else. Izuku watches like the rest of their group, perplexed, until a tiny spark erupts from his palms that soon becomes a storm much like what rages outside their dorm walls. Izuku glances at Kyoka’s excited and expectant face; he understands.

           Kyoka hits the shutter, then bowls over from laughter with how Denki dances in place. Izuku grabs the camera from her, helping develop the photo by shaking it. When it finally bleeds onto the small rectangle, Izuku breathes a laugh out his nose. There’s nothing replacing Denki’s eyes save static common on broken television sets. “Weirdly enough,” Shoto says, stationed behind Izuku at one shoulder, Tsuyu next to him, “I think that’s what he looks like without a camera, too.”

           They take a few more photos, learning a bit more as they go. Izuku brought his notebook out and took notes halfway into their trials, keeping track of observations to give to Mei. Like how the thoughts importance can affect size, proven with how Kyoka’s whole face was eclipsed by her guitar, and – when asked about her grades – two, tiny ‘F’s floated in Mina’s. There were also bugs the class managed to find, one being that the camera couldn’t pick up on invisible people. Toru, unfortunately, was excluded by the nature of her quirk. They tried including her, asking her to think of her face. Momo theorized that, since Toru can see what she looks like, if she thinks about that then everyone can see what she sees. The camera didn’t recognize Toru and failed to capture her thoughts. It did create thoughts for objects with face-like shapes. An accidental click by Shoto caught part of the stove, and because of the dials, the camera treated it like a face and ascribed two cacti-like stickers on them.

           “Who knew science could be so fun!” Denki cheers, showing off the latest photo to the group. Eijiro grins proudly, Crimson Riot’s manly figure posing in his eyes. He was surrounded by stars, another feature they discovered during the process. The camera adds symbols to better express thoughts, giving context to them.

           “I’m glad you feel this way,” Iida says, clapping him on the back, “Maybe you can take this energy and apply it elsewhere in your studies!”

           “…They’re not as fun.”

           Their group starts laughing, except it’s cut short by a slamming door. Everyone’s heads whirl towards the source of the noise. Izuku hears a low, growling string of curses that get louder with each stomp. It’s no surprise when Katsuki rounds the corner, especially since he’s the only one of their class who hadn’t been with them.

           He should have, judging by the damp state of his clothes.

           “Bakugo, woah,” Eijiro jumps up from his seat, “what happened?”

           “Stupid umbrella broke on my way back from the gym,” Katsuki yelled, throwing his smoldering umbrella across the room. “Cheap things… don’t know why my mom insists on buying these if they keep breaking all the time.” He glares at them, dripping onto the floors. “What are you losers doing?”

           “Well, we were –“

           “Forget it, I don’t care.” Katsuki brushes past them, a trail of water left in his wake. He enters the kitchen, still in view, but completely ignoring them as he roots through the fridge.

           “If you don’t care, why ask?” Uraraka mutters, sinking into her seat. She and most of the others return to their own worlds, treating Katsuki with the respect he showed them. A few differ, namely Izuku, Mina, and Eijiro. They continue watching Katsuki move about the kitchen.

           Mina holds the camera now, stroking the shutter button. “He’s obviously interested,” she says, “otherwise why would he ask?”

           Eijiro sighs, scratching at his temple. “Who knows? A lot of what he does, doesn’t make sense half the time. You should know that by now.”

           “If only we knew what he was thinking…” The camera rises instinctively.

           Izuku offers a weak chuckle, forcing the camera down with his hand. “Good luck with that. Kacchan will break the camera before you can even take the photo.”

           “Then I won’t do it,” she huffs, handing the camera off to Eijiro. “Kirishima here will.”

           “Me?”

           “Yeah, you,” Mina says, “Who else besides you would Dyna-meathead even allow in his personal space long enough to snap it?” Izuku agrees with her, absentmindedly nodding along with her rebuttal. “It’ll be easy. Go up to him, ask for a photo, then take it and bring it back here.”

           “But…” Eijiro looks from her to Izuku, “but… what if he breaks the camera?”

           Izuku shrugs, “I think it’s safe to say we have enough photos for Mei to use in her project, even if Kacchan ends up breaking it. Besides, that’s a sort of prototype, she’s looking to make a digital one – and I doubt Mei would send me off with that if she didn’t have copies of what was important.”

           That, and an encouraging smile that would rival All-Might’s, give Eijiro the courage to try. He winks at both him and Mina, scurrying around the counter that divides the dining area from the kitchen and into Katsuki’s bubble of personal space. Katsuki doesn’t flinch, chewing on a protein bar while Eijiro asks him a question. Katsuki yells at Eijiro, calls him an idiot, but doesn’t deny his request. Eijiro beams, holding the camera up and takes the photo. Thanking him, Eijiro returns to the group with both the camera and developing photo.

           “Give me! Give me!” Mina wrangles the photo free from Eijiro’s fingers, bouncing in her seat from the anticipation. The others show muted interest, curiosity piqued once Eijiro succeeded.

           “Damn, it’s just a fucking photo you rejects…” Katsuki joins them, leaning on the counter a fair distance away, “If you get all happy over that then I’m scared for what the future of heroes is gonna look like.”

           “It’s not a simple photo, Bakugo,” Iida tells him, finger raised as if he were giving a lecture, “it’s a special one from a camera modified by a support student. Apparently, it can take pictures of what people are thinking about.”

           “What –“! Katsuki chokes on his protein bar, hacking and disappearing behind the counter. Izuku startles, concerned, about to check on him. Suddenly Mina screams at his side, and Izuku’s attention is diverted.

           “I can’t believe it!” Mina cackles, “Ah! AH! Bakugo, Bakugo… you try and act so tough but you’re just a softy on the inside, aren’t you!”

           Izuku can’t see the photo with how wildly Mina flails, and he is the only one. Everyone else had their own chance to look at the photo, all varying degrees of shock rippling across their faces. Eijiro appears the most affected, shoulders shaking, a hand clutched tight over his heart as he wobbles on his feet. He might faint on the spot but couldn’t look happier about it. Soon Mina calms enough for Izuku to grab the photo from Mina. He sees what’s on it and is struck into the same stupor.

           He cannot see Katsuki’s eyes. They’ve been smothered by two gigantic hearts, cartoonish in their design with how they sparkle and glow. Worse, for Katsuki at least, two faces were nestled at the center of these hearts. On the right eye, Eijiro’s teeth are on full display with a large smile. On Katsuki’s left, Eijiro winks.

           Mina knocks her chair to the floor in her haste, uncaring how it topples. She dances, singing, “Bakugo likes Kiri… Bakugo likes Kiri…” After circling the table, she throws herself onto Izuku’s back, “Midoriya, remind me to thank Mei for giving you that camera!”

           “Mina, I –“

           “Fucking… Deku…”

           Time slows. Izuku inches his head to where he heard what sounded like gravel being dragged against asphalt, and where he feels sparks dust his cheeks. Katsuki recovered at some point, protein bar forgotten in embarrassment and anger. These emotions, needing an outlet, latched onto Mina painting the target on Izuku’s chest. He launched himself over the counter towards him like a lion would its prey. And only in the infinitesimal moment before certain death could Izuku notice his utter doom. He certainly can’t react or defend himself. Izuku, with his brief reprieve that grows shorter and shorter, can only muster a single thought.

           It’s hard to describe. But if someone were to take a photo of his face, with Mei’s camera, they’d see a skull in both his eyes.

[aizawamizuchi]

The USJ Incident

Mizuchi sat in her office going over student files. Class 1-A and 1-B were filled with gifted students this year. She had met with each one of her students earlier in the week. For the next three years, she was going to be in charge of this group of students. It's important that she keeps track of their mental health. As little heroes in the making, she needed to make sure that they were mentally prepared.

While she was organizing her files, Iida busted through the door. Startled she jumped and dropped a few folders.

"Iida what's wrong?" she asked looking at him with concern. It looked like he had run hundred miles! Sweat dripped from his hair, he clung to the door catching his breath.

"Villains... at the USJ" he said in between breaths.

Mizuchi's eyes went wide, she grabbed her goggles off her desk and they both rushed out to gather the other teachers. She quickly changed into her hero suit and they all dash to the USJ.

Mizuchi was focusing ahead of her as she flew. All Might flew beside her. He looked at his old sidekick, he knew that she was worried about her husband.

"All Might, fly ahead of us. You can get there faster than any of us. We are right behind you." Mizuchi yelled over the wind in her ears.

All Might nodded and took off at top speed. Mizuchi had a bad feeling in her stomach. When she saw the USJ insight she sped up, there was a hole in the door. She flew down and zoomed through the hole, she landed at the entrance and looked around. The villains were all spread out across the USJ.

She could see All Might and a few other students holding someone, as she got closer to the scene her heart stopped. No, no, no... not him. Eraserhead was badly injured and unconscious. She landed and ran over to her students, "What happened?" she asked checking Shouta's pulse. It was faint, but it was there.

"He fought off a huge beast but he was overpowered. All Might beat the thing but..." Midoriya said looking over at All Might.

She looked as well and frowned, she understood what Midoriya wanted to say. All Might was on his last leg and needed back up.

"You kids take Eraserhead to the entrance. Medics should be on their way," she walked past the boys. "I'll stay here and help All Might," she said.

She came up behind her old mentor. The two villains standing in front of them got nervous. All Might looked over at Mizuchi, "Where are the other teachers?" he whispered.

"They will be here shortly," she said reassuring him.

All Might nodded and looked back at the Villians, "So what's it gonna be? Aren't you going to fight us?" he said calling their bluff.

Shigaraki scratched his neck, "No all my plans ruined!" he said like a spoiled child.

The man by his side whispered something in Shigaraki's ear. Mizuchi stepped in front of All Might, "Mizuchi you must be careful. These villains are not just common thugs," All Might said clenching his jaw.

She looked back at him and then back to the villains, "I suggest you turn yourselves in. Don't make things worse for yourself," Mizuchi said as she started to bend water around her body.

Shigaraki smirked, "No I don't think so," he said as he sprang forward toward Mizuchi. She quickly shot jets of water at him and he dodged them. He reached his hand out towards her, she held her arm up to block whatever attack was coming.

"NO DON'T LET HIM TOUCH YOU!"

Her eyes went wide and she placed a water barrier between her and Shigaraki. She pushed him back and he hit the ground with a thud, she looked up and saw Midordiya coming towards them. She was going to scold him, but then the sound of gunfire rang through the air. She looked up and saw that Shigaraki had been hit. She smiled and looked towards the entrance, back up finally arrived.

The teachers wrangled as many villains as they could, Shigaraki and the man that was with him Kurogiri, got away. Mizuchi made sure all the students were accounted for, thankfully there were minimal student injuries. She was talking with the police when Hizashi tapped her on the shoulder, "I hate to interrupt but, it's Eraserhead." he said with a frown.

She finished up with the officers and left the scene with Hizashi. While they sat in the back of the car Mizuchi's leg bounced up and down. She had not taken the goggles off of her face yet.

Hizashi placed a hand on her leg, "Zuchi..." he said.

She lowered her head, tears started to fill the rim of her goggles.

"So much blood, there was so much blood. His face... his... his eyes..." Mizuchi choked on her words.

Hizashi squeezed her hand, "I've never seen him this injured before," she said lifting her goggles letting the tears flow. She bent the tears off her face and wiped her nose.

"He's strong, he'll recover... he has too," Hizashi said looking out the window.

Once they got to the hospital they were lead to the 3rd floor. They told Mizuchi that Shouta had just got out of surgery. He had a bad concussion and internal bleeding behind his eyes. Thankfully the surgery went well.

He will have to keep his eyes wrapped for a month before taking them off. They were able to stop the bleeding but, they didn't know how his quirk was affected. "We will need him to rest before we test his quirk for abnormalities. Until then, make sure he does not overexert himself," the doctor told her. She nodded, the doctor opened the door to the hospital room and she gasped.

Shouta was wrapped up like a mummy, she could not tell if he was awake or not. She walked over to his bedside and grabbed his wrapped hand. "Sho it's me, I'm here," she said trying to sound strong. No response. "The kids are fine, everyone got out ok. The villans escaped, we got a few of them in custody," she said hoping he would give her any response.

Mizuchi's eyes started to water, "I know this is apart of the job but... Sho I've never seen you like that before," tears started to fall down her face. "I know you fought with everything in you. I could tell, you are such a great pro and teacher, and I admire you so much," she said laying her head on the bed.

"Say something, anything Sho, please."

She felt a heavy hand land on top of her head, Aizawa murmured something through his bandages. She perked her head up, she stood and leaned in closer to his face to hear him.

"I said, I'm ok no need to cry. I'm not dead yet."

Mizuchi smiled, she cupped his bandaged face. "I love you."

1 Month Later

Mizuchi held his hand as they sat in the doctor's office. Today was the day the bandages came off. Mizuchi had acted as Aizawa's nurse for the past month. She helped him around the house and even pitched in with subbing for class 1-A. Shouta didn't put up a fight, he wanted to get back to normal as soon as possible.

Aizawa squeezed her hand,  "What if I..."

"No, don't even think about it. You're fine, you've already told me that you can see light. That's a good sign." Mizuchi said hopefully.

The doctor walked into the room and greeted the couple. Mizuchi updated the doctor on the last week and how Shouta has been getting stronger. Shouta expressed to the doctor how the pain was still there but it was less intense. The doctor put all of this on Shouta's charts and grabbed scissors.

"Alright, Mrs. Aizawa can you stand right in front of your husband for me please," the doctor instructed.

Mizuchi followed his instructions and grabbed Shouta’s hands. The doctor took the scissors and started to cut at the bandage. Shouta squeezed his wife's hand and she squeezed back.

The bandage fell off his face and the doctor took off the two cotton patches covering his eyes. "Ok, I want you to slowly open your eyes for me," the doctor said.

Hesitantly he opened his eyes, it was blurry for a moment and the he could see Mizuchi who was waiting for his response.

"It's hurts, but I can see just fine," he said.

Both Mizuchi and the doctor sighed with relief. The doctor placed a pair of shades on his face. "Your eyes will be sensitive for a while. I'll have you see Recovery Girl for the rest of your treatment," he said writing his referral.

"She will help you with quirk recovery. If you two have any other concerns you can bring them to Recovery Girl" he said reassuringly.

The doctor sent the couple on their way. The drive home was silent, both just content that his sight was intact. Mizuchi unlocked the door to their apartment. She closed the door and before she could take off her shoes Shouta grabbed her face.

He took his shades off and threw them to the ground. He cupped Mizuchi’s face with tears in his, “I just want to look at you,” he said.

Mizuchi smiled wiping the tears off his face, “Oh Sho,” she said skimming her thumb below his new scar under his eye.

“I was so scared Mizu, I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to see your face again,” he said brushing her hair.

She took him into her arms and embraced him. “I love you Shouta, more than you’ll ever know.”

“I love you too, Mizuchi.”

[a-n-conrad]

Fighting and Flirting (Bakugo x Reader)

Chapter 19: Finals

[Summary: As you all get your results for the written portions of your finals, it’s time for you to get ready for the practical portion. Would you be able to measure up to one of your teachers or not?]

Masterlist

“Katsuki!” You shout, bouncing over to his desk excitedly, “How’d you do? I got sixth in the class!”

“Katsuki?” You hear Kirishima mutter under his breath, though you pay it no mind. You’re too excited about your test results to really care, “When did that happen?”

“Good job, dumbass,” Katsuki responds. Despite the teasing tone, he looks a little proud, “It’s a good thing you actually paid attention while we were studying. You almost caught up to me.”

“Wait, what did you get?”

“Third.”

“Woah, I definitely chose the right tutor!”

“You didn’t choose anything, I offered to help you study.”

“Hmmm, true,” You smile at him, before replying in a very singsong tone, “Thank you, Katsuki!”

“Whatever, loser.”

You skip off to go talk to Shoto and Deku about the written exams. You were going to hold onto the pride of doing well as long as you could before you had to get ready for the physical exam.

- - - - -

FROM HIS PERSPECTIVE

Bakugo had to admit that she was kind of cute when she was excited. He was pretty impressed with how hard she worked to get her grade, too. She really did work hard on all of their study sessions, and obviously it paid off. 

As she skipped away, excitedly bragging to her other friends about her score, and how she managed to catch up after forgetting to study, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. As he turned around to find a very confused looking Kirishima, he knew he was in for a few questions. Especially when Mina and Denki joined him.

“Dude, since when does (Y/N) call you ‘Katsuki’?” Kirishima asked though Bakugo knew he was implying something else with the question.

“I told her she could while we were studying. There’s nothing weird about it, I was just getting sick of hearing her refer to me by my family name.”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if we called you by your given name?” Denki asked, with an annoying smug look on his face. Bakugo knew he was being baited, but since when did that stop him from giving in.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Pikachu!”

“Oooooh,” Mina had a comment this time, “So you do have a soft spot for her. Are you guys dating?”

“No,” Bakugo responded a little too quickly, “and I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have a soft spot for anyone.”

“Suuuure, dude. But if you and her are hanging out like that, does that mean she isn’t dating Todoroki?”

“Of course they aren’t dating,” Mina responds first, “Trust me, they don’t have the right chemistry. I’m pretty sure they see each other as siblings.”

“Mina, I know you have some weird girl sense or whatever, but I don’t think you can just see stuff like that,” Denki argued, “But hey, if Bakugo isn’t dating her and Todoroki isn’t dating her, maybe I still have a shot!”

“Like hell you do, idiot,” Bakugo found himself cutting in, feeling weirdly angry at the implication of Denki dating her. Was this what jealousy feels like?

“I knew it!” Mina seemed pleased with herself, and as she high fived Denki, Bakugo got the feeling they had planned something, “You totally have a crush on her, don’t you?”

“Go to hell, Racoon-eyes.”

“Oh, come on, dude,” Denki said, “Just tell her.”

“Yeah, I gotta agree, man,” Kirishima adds in, “You really should just tell her.”

“Whatever,” Bakugo mutters, before sitting back in his seat. He really wasn’t in the mood to listen to a relationship lecture from the three of them, but maybe they were right. If she wasn’t dating Todoroki or anyone else, he might have a chance. 

- - - - -

Before you knew it, it was time for you to take the practical part of your final exam. You had all passed the written exam, but you had a feeling that the practical portion would be a little harder. And since you hadn’t been told what this part would be yet, you weren’t sure what to expect.

And the look on Aizawa’s face when he got ready to explain it all to you didn’t help your nerves. You knew that you all had driven him insane this term, and you worried that maybe this was his chance for revenge. With the USJ attack, the number of injuries and dumb decisions at the sports festival, and the fact that three of your classmates took it upon themselves to catch a serial killer. Aizawa had to be really sick of all of you. And you just had to hope that he wouldn’t take that out on you during the finals.

Sadly, as Aizawa described the exam, your hopes were entirely dashed. You’d be paired up, aside from one group of three, and then pitted against one of the teachers. As Aizawa lists the teams and which teacher you’d be faced against, it seemed as though he purposely faced you against the teacher that would give you the hardest time possible.

You were in a group of three, with Jirou and Kota up against Present Mic. Obviously Aizawa had paired you all up against him on purpose. This set up looked like a quirk-based one, though you could see a few that weren’t. Like how Bakugo and Deku were paired up. It was obvious that Aizawa did that to test their ability to get over their personal problems. He really was trying to test all of your limits. Or he just really hated you all.

He gave you some time to get your plan together while you waited for the other teams to go. To be honest, as much as you knew about Present Mic’s quirk, you really weren’t sure how you’d either get past him or capture him. To be honest, you’d probably just have to think of a plan in the middle of it. Pressure always made you think a little quicker, and knowing your environment would help you figure out how Kota’s quirk could help you. Since his was kind of environment-based, it’d help to see where you were before you started thinking up a plan.

To be honest, when you watched the first fight you got a little concerned. The first matchup, Kirishima and Sato versus Cementoss, ended up with your classmates failing. Their quirks both had time limits and that worked against them. But obviously, even with the limiters put on the teachers, you were really going to have to fight for your grade. However, the next few matches did a bit to help boost your confidence. Tsu and Tokoyami worked together incredibly well with their strategy, though you had to admit that the way Tsu used her quirk at the end was a little disturbing. Iida and Ojiro managed to beat their teacher, too. Shoto and Momo had a bit of trouble with Aizawa at the beginning, but they managed to make up for it soon enough. Uraraka and Aoyama managed to beat Thirteen despite their nausea-inducing quirks. The only other pairing that failed was Mina and Denki, though you had to admit that facing them up against Principal Nezu was borderline cruel.

Soon enough it was time for you and your teammates to start your fight. To be honest, you were a little concerned that Present Mic might go a little rougher on you than the other teachers had, Considering that before you were matched up, Jirou had made a comment about how Present Mis was just an announcer. Either way, as you stood in the middle of a forest with Jirou suggesting that you run for the gate and avoid Present Mic entirely, you knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy fight.

Just as the three of you started moving, the ground started shaking. The trees blew back as a wave of piercing sound washed over you.

“Oh, fuck,” You yelp, throwing your hands over your ears. Jirou followed suit. Neither of you could move as the soundwaves started to make your ears bleed.

“Kota, can’t you have the birds attack him or something?” Jirou shouted, barely managing to be heard over the screeching of your teacher.

Kota signs a response, something to the degrees of “The birds will be scared away by him.”

“Jirou, can you drown him out?” You ask, trying to cover your ears even more.

“No, my sound waves aren’t loud enough to drown him out. Unless you can boost them?”

“I can, but not for very long. I don’t think we’d be able to make it to the gate in time, and even if we could, we wouldn’t be able to get past him in time.”

“Shit.”

You had to think. What could Kota talk to around here? There weren’t any birds and all the other animals had been scared away. All there were around you were trees. And bugs. Bugs!

“Kota, does your quirk work on bugs?”

He nods.

“Kota, could you get the bugs to attack him?”

“Only if you can drown him out for a little,” he signs.

“Perfect,” You grin at him, before turning to Jirou, “We’re going to drown out Present Mic for long enough for Kota to get the bugs to attack him. And then we run for it.”

She nods and the two of you prepare to drown him out. As Jirou launches her own soundwave attack, you focus on boosting her sound, drowning the screeching out was a less painful, but louder deep sound wave. Kota whispers something to a centipede as you do. You just have to hope that it works. Kota shoots you a thumbs-up, and you stop. Your ears were ringing, and as Present Mic’s screeching started up again, they started hurting even more.

It took a few moments, but eventually, the screeching stopped. You wondered if the bugs really worked or if he just got tired. Either way, that was your queue to run for the gate.

On your signal, the three of you sprinted. You hoped that you could make it to the gate before Present Mic started up again. As you made it out of the forest, you could see that gate. It wasn’t all that far. And right in front of it, was Present mic, completely covered in bugs and unconscious. Obviously, Jirou’s legs gave out at some point, since she was being carried by Kota as the three of you reached the gate. 

“Hell yeah, guys,” You jumped through the gate, “That was amazing, Kota!”

“Thank you,” he signed after setting Jirou down, still refusing to make eye contact.

- - - - -

The next two fights actually went pretty fast to you. Shoji and Hakagure managed to pass against Snipe, though his quirk blocked their stealth abilities. And somehow Mineta managed to beat Midnight, though Sero, who was his partner, was knocked out for most of the fight. You had a feeling only Mineta passed, and that thought made you want to drop-kick him more than you ever had before.

The last fight was the one you were really worried about. Deku and Katuski up against All Might. You knew they hadn’t talked at all about strategy, and the two of them had pretty contradictory fighting styles, so there was no way there were going to agree on what to do. And knowing Katsuki, he was about to run head-on into a fight he couldn’t win. 

As the fight started, they were instantly bickering. Katsuki heads off without Deku, though Deku follows behind despite his partner’s attempts to ditch him. Obviously Deku was trying to pitch a strategy, but Katsuki didn’t really seem like he was listening at all. The fighting got even worse as Katsuki knocked Deku to the ground, the two of them shouting at each other as Katsuki started walking away.

The fighting interrupted, though as All Might destroys an entire street of their city-themed arena, knocking the boy back purely with the shockwave. Deku tries to run, but Katsuki insists on fighting, which leads to a few moments you can’t even watch. Katsuki isn’t holding back, and All Might isn’t about to let him off easy. At least, no more than he has to. 

You knew that Katsuki wanted to prove himself with this fight, but there was no way he was winning with his strategy. You had faith in him, but you’d have to be an idiot to think that a first-year high school student, no matter how powerful, could beat the number one hero in a fight. Obviously Deku knew that too since it seemed like he was attempting to make a run for the gate.

Somehow, despite the battle they were facing, the boys still seemed to have time to fight, as they shouted at each other, and as you flinched, watching as Bakugo was about to be crushed, Deku rushed in. You would be lying if you said you weren’t surprised when Deku Punched Katsuki, before dragging him away. It seemed as though All might let his guard down for a moment, but you knew that wasn’t the end of the fight.

They continue to bicker in the alleyway, but it seems like they come up with some sort of compromise as Katsuki passes Deku one of his gauntlets.

Katsuki launches a full-power attack against All Might, holding his attention fully on him as Deku approaches from behind. You start to piece together their plan as Deku uses Katsuki’s gauntlet to attack All Might, and Bakugo starts to flee towards the gate, Deku running behind him.

You hoped they’d make it, but you should’ve realized that would have been too easy as All Might catches up them and starts attacking them, focusing most on Katsuki as he does. At one point, he even picks up Deku to use as a weapon against Katsuki.

You look away for a little while, sick of seeing your friend and the boy you have a crush on being absolutely destroyed by All Might, but you can hear a few of their last-ditch attempts. At one point Katsuki launches Deku into the air, only for him to be slammed back into the ground. After a few more explosions, Katsuki gets knocked out entirely.

Deku’s the one to save the fight but knocking All Might back with a full-power punch, and grabbing Katsuki’s unconscious body. Despite his injuries, Deku drags Katsuki through the escape gate, winning the fight for both of them.

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Finals were done for the day. Most of you had passed, and your classmates had gone home by now. But Katsuki and Deku hadn’t gotten out of the nurse’s office yet. You told Shoto to go ahead without you, and after a few minutes of arguing with you, he eventually did, though not until you promised to make Katsuki walk you home.

You had been sat outside the nurse’s office the entire time, waiting for them to be released. You were starting to get nervous until Katsuki finally walked out the door.

“Katsuki, thank god, are you alright?”

“Of course I am,” He muttered, “Deku’s fine too if you’re waiting for him. The old lady’s just holding him for a talk, he’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Oh,” You respond, “I wasn’t really waiting for him.”

“What?”

“I wanted to make sure you were alright. I wasn’t sure you’d be fine, but you took a little longer than I expected to get out of the office,” You say.

“Yeah, they kept me long for some goddamn reason.”

“Hm, yeah, I guess they just have to be overly cautious,” You say, “It wouldn’t look very good if All Might broke someone’s skull. I mean, after all of Deku’s injuries, I’m sure they’re a little on edge.”

 “I guess.”

The two of you stand there awkwardly for a moment before Katsuki realizes something, “Hey, where’s Icyhot?”

“Oh,” You really can’t think of a good lie to tell him, “He left a little while ago. He didn’t want to wait with me.”

“You know you didn’t have to wait right?”

“Yeah. I know.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

“But you’re still going to walk me home, right?”

“Of course I am, dumbass.”

Taglist @thatpersonwithissues @ohnosiren

[Author’s Note: Writing fight scenes is actually really weird to do with a bunch of Shimejis crawling around your screen, but I swear these are the only reason I don’t fall asleep when I write at midnight.]

[momostodoroki]

the better half of me (pt. 3)

hey so i finished this soulmate au (though i guess it’s not so much abt the soulmates as it is about the tdmm)! i’ll be posting the final chapter tomorrow!

ao3

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 This is, without a doubt, Momo's worst week ever at Yuuei.

 Forget her first year's final exam, or the time Bakugou-san got kidnapped. Forget that one time Mineta conned her into wearing a cheerleading uniform. This week has been worse.

 "Kyouka-san, what am I going to do?" she moans, hugging her favorite pillow as she lies in her bed. In the cramped space between Momo's desk and bed, Kyouka tunes her favorite guitar, giving her best friend a fondly exasperated look. They're supposed to be studying physics for Kyouka's supposed benefit, but they're both done with their homework and it really was just an excuse to get out of Momo's library date ("It's not a date, Kyouka-san!”) with Todoroki.

 "Yaomomo, it's okay. Just      tell     him." She says for maybe the hundredth time. Momo knows she's right, but she also knows that Todoroki has, at best, complicated feelings towards soulmates. She hates the idea of potentially losing his friendship.

 "But Kyouka-san, Todoroki-san's friendship is very important to me, I wouldn't want to do anything to jeopardize it. And, well…" she pauses, looking away dejectedly. "You know how he feels about soulmates. " she finishes in a whisper.

 Giving up on her guitar, Kyouka groans.

 "So Todoroki doesn't like soulmates, big deal." She tells Momo. Her best friend's eyes are ablaze with an emotion Momo doesn't quite get. "He still gets one, and it's not fair to you to deprive yourself of a resolution just to accommodate him, Yaomomo. The stars around his eye are just as much yours as they are his." She finishes, sighing deeply. Suddenly, Momo gets it.

 "Kyouka-san… did you, by chance, already find your soulmate?" she asks from behind her pillow, hoping it will muffle her excitement. Kyouka looks away, cheeks tinting slightly pink. "Oh my god! Who? Is it from our class?"

 Instead of an answer, her best friend gives her one of those looks that tell her she's been spending too much time with Ashido-san. Cheeks pinking, she slides back a few inches into her bed.

 "Well, yeah -but don't tell Ashido!" she chides, looking at Momo menacingly for a moment. Then, her gaze mellows into something softer. "I didn't get the whole soulmate deal either, at first. But honestly Yaomomo, Todoroki would be an idiot to reject you, soulmates or not. And you know what? He doesn't strike me as an idiot."

 Momo gives her a tiny, hopeful smile. One of the things she likes best about Kyouka is her frankness, and how unwilling she is to sugarcoat things. So when she says there is hope for her and Todoroki yet, Momo believes in her.

 "Thank you, Kyouka-san." She says.

 "Don't mention it." she replies, lightly. And then, menacingly: "Seriously, don't. Now listen to this song I learned the other day and tell me if we could get the rest of the band to play it…"

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 Yaoyorozu is avoiding him.

 It's hard to prove, because she keeps herself quite busy even when she's not avoiding him -but the sudden constant absence from the Heights Alliance common area, the dashing out the door as soon as the class is finished, the myriad of excuses to get out of all their studying and training together, all since the shape-shifting villain incident… She      has    to be avoiding him.

 Shouto has tried to seek her out to try and talk things out, but whenever he knocks on her door, she's conveniently out, or busy with one of the girls, or running an errand for Aizawa-sensei. He's running out of ideas to get her to talk to him, and not knowing the reasons behind her sudden change in behavior might just drive him insane. Even when they do spend time together, there's always someone else where there used to be just the two of them, almost as if they were acting as a buffer. The quiet, companionable afternoons now turned into spaces for Jirou to compare homework answers or Asui to try and convince them to call her "Tsuyu".

 In the week since, Shouto has discovered just how much time he really spent with Yaoyorozu. He always knew he spent considerably more time alone with her than with any other of his friends -except perhaps Midoriya-, but he still thought that amount of time wasn't that long. It certainly didn't feel so when he spent it with her. Now, as she excuses herself to help Jirou with physics for the umpteenth time, Shouto finds that one hour can stretch on quite a lot more than sixty minutes. It's an odd feeling in his chest, and one he fails to identify until his weekly visit to his mom arrives and he realizes the pang in his chest isn’t      that     different from the one he’s been feeling since he realized Yaoyorozu was avoiding him: he      misses    her.

 He doesn’t quite know what to do with that information. He holds his classmates in high esteem, and he doesn’t doubt he will come to miss them when their time at Yuuei is done -but to feel this way for someone he still technically sees every day, it makes him feel… discombobulated.

 “Midoriya, do you ever find yourself missing people you see quite often?” he asks on the eight day of Yaoyorozu’s semi-absence. From across the library table, his green-haired friend throws him an odd look. Shouto knows that Midoriya noticed Yaoyorozu’s change too, and he supposes his friend must be wondering how he feels. If he’s honest, he almost talked himself out of asking him -but he isn’t any closer to figuring out why the vice-president’s cold shoulder hurts so much on his own, and Midoriya is known for being great with feelings but bad with decisions.

 “Is this about Yaoyorozu?” he asks. Shouto looks pointedly at the book he’s been taking notes from, at the one sentence he’s read a dozen times in the past ten minutes but still can’t figure out what it means. “Okay. Yes. I see my mom often, but I still miss-” Shouto throws him a deadpan look. “-okay, that’s not what you mean. Well… there is someone…” he trails off, gaze wandering to some point beyond Shouto’s head. Curious, he follows it, but he finds no sign of Uraraka. The only familiar person in the vicinity is Bakugou on the second floor, furiously taking notes with… a pink pencil? “Nevermind.” Midoriya says.

 Internally, Shouto sighs. This is a problem he’ll have to sort out himself.

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     You know, he deserves a chance to decide too    .

 Kyouka’s words before leaving her bedroom that day haunt her. There’s no denying the truth in them -but much in the style of Momo’s first year’s final exam, her self-doubt cripples her. She wants, more than anything, to tell Todoroki-san about their matching soulmarks. She’s allowed herself to dream late at night about him being happy as her soulmate, seeing her as someone he can rely on and be open with. But she’s also aware that Todoroki is far from the romantic soul that her fantasies dream him to be. There is a part of her, in the deepest of her heart, that is utterly convinced (and terrified) that saying the truth is going to irreparably tear their friendship apart -much more than it already is. So she keeps quiet.

 Even Kyouka’s heartfelt assurances don’t keep her from obsessing over the what-ifs. She spends most of the week in a daze, and on the second friday since discovering her soulmate, Momo’s distractions finally catch up to her.

 Class 1A is having a natural disaster rescue simulation in Ground Omega when it happens. She’s been paired up with Iida and Sero, as well as Asui in scouting and first-response medical care. Not far from her team’s area, Todoroki and his team (Uraraka, Tokoyami and Koda) have set up a transport line for getting injured civilians to a refugee camp.

 Momo chances a look their way in spite of herself, and with a rapidly-beating heart she finds Todoroki looking straight at her. There’s barely any hint of an expression on his face other than cool determination, but hundreds of hours spent discussing books and tea and so many other things have given her the uncanny ability to read his eyes just as well as any book. And if she can trust herself (which, admittedly, is getting harder by the second), she thinks Todoroki’s blue-and-grey eyes are full of sadness.

 She didn’t do that, did she?

 Her mind sort of splits in two, as though her quirk had produced a second one. Part of her is focused on producing more medical supplies for the civilians that Asui keeps bringing in from the river, while the rest of her is stuck on coming clean to Todoroki about their soulmarks. She's so concentrated on not messing either train of thought up (as she both needs to make sure the medicines she makes are perfectly balanced lest she poisons someone and make a decision, because this choice will not get any easier), that she fails to notice the tremor in the earth under her feet, mistaking it for her own trembling hands. Seconds later, a ten-foot tall wave rises from the river.

 It hits before Momo can react, pushing her back towards Ground Omega’s woods. As the water carries her, something in her clicks, and she concentrates as hard as she can on making a lifeboat. She feels the fabric in the back of her costume stretching, then rupture. Not a millisecond later, the lifeboat springs out from her back. Momo allows herself one moment of self-satisfaction before clinging to the lifeboat’s side, about to climb on.

 But before she can pull herself up, there’s a sharp pain at the back of her neck, and everything goes dark.

-

 Shouto has to admit, as far as natural disaster drills go, this is a pretty hardcore one.

 Even for Yuuei, the height and intensity of the second tsunami-like wave is overkill, so Shouto deduces whoever’s behind it must have forgotten the civilians were actually paid actors who could sue for damages. Either way, he and his team scramble to take control of the situation, and they do it successfully -for the most part.

 Not too far from them, he catches sight of Asui and Sero helping civilians out of the water, with Iida sprinting back and forth carrying people so fast he barely touches the water -like some sort of twisted, steam-punk Jesus. Shouto vaguely wonders if his engine can take the water damage. Yaoyorozu would probably know the answer to that, but they’re not any better than the previous week.

 Shouto looks around in spite of himself for her, and finds her some yards away, letting the wave take her as her brows scrunch the way they do when she’s deep in concentration. A lifeboat springs up from behind her, and she holds onto it -but the woods are gaining on her fast.

 Signaling Tokoyami, Shouto takes off in her aid, freezing the water to slide his way to her. Given the state of their friendship, Shouto doesn’t know that Yaoyorozu would appreciate his help at all -but he could not live with himself if something happened to her and he just let it. He’s almost by her side when she’s hit in the head by a broken tree branch -and then she goes under.

 He distantly hears Uraraka screaming Yaoyorozu’s name, but it all fades as he throws himself into the water. It’s dark and muddy under the surface, but Yaoyorozu’s hero costume shines bright red even under the murky water. She sinks almost as rapidly as he swims to her, but he manages to catch her by the waist and propel himself upwards with his ice. He emerges, gasping for air, with Yaoyorozu unconscious in his arms.

 Shouto gives himself a second to push the hair back gently from her face, then brings her to the cliff where Aizawa-sensei and All Might scramble to make sure everyone is accounted for. Midoriya and Jirou are there to greet him, and he hands her over with a trembling in his hands that he didn’t even know he had.

 “She was under for about a minute.” he tells them, voice cracking in spite of himself. Midoriya rushes to take her off his arms as Jirou assures him she will be just fine. Shouto refuses to believe the opposite, so he just nods and hands her over to be taken to Recovery Girl. He’s about to go back into the chaos of things to clear his head when something catches his eye.

 He looks at Yaoyorozu’s body, hanging limp in Midoriya’s arms. Her costume’s back is torn -and there, on the small of her back is the answer to all of his questions: a perfect circle of stars. His perfect circle of stars.

[harmonie-writes]

Spells and Quirks pt. 4

BNHA x Harry Potter crossover - Midoriya x witch reader

Key: (y/h) = your house, (y/p) = your patronus, (y/h/c) = your house color, (y/h/e) = your house emblem

AN: I don’t know how vibes work exactly, but I will make my best guess! 

Vibe: Vibes can hence be seen as something of a reverse-Legilimency, since rather than penetrating the minds of someone else to get insight into their thoughts, feelings or memories, you are effectively projecting your own thoughts, feelings and memories over to someone else.

Spells and Quirks Introduction I Spells and Quirks pt. 1 I Spells and Quirks pt. 2 I Spells and Quirks pt. 3

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Recap:

Walking along the sidewalk near the beach you pulled up your scarf as some of the group you were with were walking farther ahead or lagging behind. Your left hand being kept warm in Midoriya’s you all continued walking in the direction of the dormitory. Glancing out at some of your friends who were making their way down towards the water you did a double take. Hand tightening on Midoriya’s as you realized that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you; lurking off the water were several black spectral like being making its way towards your new friends. Sensing the change in your demeanor Midoriya looked at your face only to see it frightened and looking toward the water.

Voice breaking you managed to utter, “Bl-bloody hell… Th-they are supposed to be guarding Azkaban.” Seeing them start to move towards your friends you released Midoriya’s hand and ran down the path pulling out your wand. Midoriya moved into action seeing that one of the dark beings moved and were targeting Karminari and Mina.

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Some of the other students like Bakugou and Todoroki noticed the dementors, but not knowing what they are they tried attacking them. Todoroki sent a wave of ice toward one of the dementors, but it was a futile attempt. Bakugou however, propelled himself close to the spectral figure sending a large blast at one. The blast only upset the dementor but there was no actual damage to it. Being this close to it it reached its hands out towards Bakugou holding him still as it started to drain the happiness and memories from him. 

The others attention were now brought to the scene in front of them and tried defending or attacking against the onslaught brought by the dementors, but it was in vain. 

Running down the sandy slope you projected a vibe to your three friends back in Hogwarts. He-Help! Dementors are attacking th-the students! I can’t fight them alone! Projecting your location to them you ran.

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Ron was the first to freeze and the other two followed close behind. Running a hand through his red locks he looked at them. “Merlin’s beard... this is not good Harry!” Ron panicked looking at his best friend. “I know Ron, we need to go help. (Y/N) won’t be able to hold them off by herself, but she is also risking her secret of being a witch to the rest of them...” Hermione bit her thumb while thinking and than ran off to the Gryffindor common room. Startled by her suddenly taking off they ran after her through the quiet halls. Footsteps echoed off the walls as they ran the countless moving stairwells to their common room, reciting the riddle answer they were let in. 

“Ron where is the floo powder?” Hermione whipped around to look at the red head. “It’s in my trunk upstairs,” Ron ran up the stairs and heard Harry call out, “Grab the broomsticks Ron. Hurry!” 

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As you ran you were midway through reciting your spell as you cast it both points ending in the direction of the dementors. “Expecto Patronum!” Your voice carried over the beach and your whitish-blue patronus shot out the end. This caught the eyes of all students as they watched (y/p) dash toward the dementor to free Bakugou from it’s kiss.

“Midoriya get Bakugou and the rest to safety! Your quirks aren’t going to stop them!” you yelled as you ran to the next one with your patronus. “What about you! We can’t just leave you here!” Midoriya shouted running toward Bakugou, but not wanting to leave your side. 

“Focus on protecting the others!” you planted your feet preparing to cast another spell to divert the dementors focus onto you. “Lumos!” A great beam of light was directed at the shadowy figures.

Uraraka was terrified of what would happen to you fighting the dozen or more dementors by yourself, but knew that they were useless to do anything. Everyone watched with widened eyes as spells were cast left and right in attempt to drive them away. To say the students were alarmed by what you were and what you were fighting was an understatement. 

“Todoroki! Build an ice wall for us to stay behind!” Yaoyorozu called out. Nodding his head at the direction icy breath fell from his mouth as he made a large ice barrier. 

“I thought she said she was quirkless!” Bakugou managed to cough out watching the different forms of light cast off your wand. “She is quirkless in a sense,” Uraraka didn’t take her eyes off you hands clasped tightly together, “She is a witch...” The news caught everyone off gaurd. “You’re serious? A Witch?” Kirishima watched both in awe of your performance but complete bewilderment. “Very serious,” Iida said stepping up to the short brunette laying a hand on her shoulder.

Midoriya watched with horror in his eyes as a dementor came in behind you and lifted you off the ground only to drop you in a different location. Your back hitting the ground you wheezed from the impact and loss of air in your lungs. Green energy crackled around the greenette as he prepared to launch into action at least until he heard new voices coming from the air.

“Expecto Patronum!” three different voices shouted and new patronuses went to deal with the dementors. Hermione jumped off Ron’s broom and ran toward your body seeing you struggling to get up. 

The 1-A class now had their attention diverted to the boys flying on broomsticks casting spells. Uraraka fled from the safety of the ice barricade toward your body where Hermione was currently attending to you. 

“Uraraka!” classmates shouted as the girl but it fell on deaf ears. Uraraka’s blood pumping in her ears as she skidded across the sand to get to you. Upon seeing your bruised and bleeding body, Uraraka couldn’t help but let small sobs escape but was relieved to see you still breathing. 

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“Harry! Behind you!” Ron called from his broom as he directed his patronus behind the brunette. “Thanks Ron! Go check on Hermione and (Y/N)!” Nodding the ginger flew over to his classmates and hopped off his broom.

“Help me up,” you coughed out to your red headed best friend and the two females who obliged. “Lets get you behind the ice,” Uraraka started leading you away, but you pulled hard. “No, no not yet. This isn’t over yet,” You limped to the middle of the area with wand in hand, with both witch and wizard on either side of you. Uraraka went back to the ice to watch. 

Harry came down and stood next to Ron. All of you had your backs to each other facing the dementors together. “Bloody hell... why are there so many here?” Ron muttered readying his wand. “That’s the million dollar question Ronald,” you rubbed at the blood that was coating your chin. “Would you two just shush the chit-chat until this is over?” Hermione huffed wanting to get this over so she could start healing your wounds. The silence was answer enough.

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“What in the world are they?” Bakugou asked the question the rest of the class was thinking. “Students from Hogwarts, a wizarding school,” Uraraka replied looking at him. “Why can’t we do anything to those... things?” Todoroki asked. “They’re from the wizarding world, and I don’t think quirks work on them,” Iida theorized as he watched the four of you continue the fight. “Well it’s so manly!” Kirishima raised a fist at how ‘awesome’ this was. 

Midoriya watched worriedly with his friends as the battle started to wrap up only to watch you hit your knees. Running toward you he grabbed your body.

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As the last spell cast from your wand helped drive out the last of the dementors you collapsed from exhaustion and the earlier beating you received. As if in slow motion your three magical friends turned to look at your body as you hit the sand. “(Y/N)!” your name was called from multiple different areas, but your mind was going black. Before you blacked out you felt a strong set of arms holding you. 

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Until next time! 

[cyb-by-lang]

Shell Game (17/?)

Kei tries to stay within the bounds of baseline human capabilities and considers the efficiency of explosion-based propulsion.

This is probably the last daily update for a while. Need to build a buffer again.

There were more than two hundred kids on the field. There were about fifty with Quirks useful for destroying the robots from the Hero course entrance examination, concentrated heavily in 1-A and 1-B for good reason. Between Todoroki’s initial AOE ice attack and the robot roadblock, most of them were crowded together and hesitating in the face of opposition. Shinsō was one of them, but mainly because he couldn’t guarantee his or his mind-controlled “allies”’ safety without someone else acting first.

Kei strode to the front of the crowd, hands in her pockets.

There were also only about three dozen robots, in whatever configurations were left over from the school’s clearly ridiculous budget.

“Those things are considered obstacles?!” demanded whoever the hell was the fifteenth seat in 1-C. Some guy whose name Kei hadn’t learned.

Which was about when Todoroki, first on the field and still the closest to the homicidal hunks of steel, swept his arm out and turned the robot trying to crush him into the metal heart of a brand-new ice cube. Ice crystals the size of people gleamed all across the robot’s surface, icicles making the angle of Todoroki’s attack and looking like the result of a hideous midwinter storm. The robotic victim was already teetering as Todoroki ran through the gap between its legs.

Present Mic screamed, “And 1-A’s Todoroki puts the villains on ice with one cool move! He’s taken the lead!”

…Oh, that will be an actual, genuine problem. Kei’s “Quirk” stopped where Todoroki’s began, it seemed. Despite her many abilities, Kei wasn’t a waterbender and couldn’t control it in solid form. She didn’t have Ice Release as a bloodline limit, even if she’d fought someone who did during training. That wasn’t going to be a fun match.

And Todoroki, it seemed, was capable of about the same one-attack output Kei was, at least within the bounds of Quirks.

Knowing this does not change the nature of the task in front of us.

Does change how close we’ll go to him, though.

The frozen robot toppled forward, collapsing hard enough to make the ground quake and ripple beneath everyone’s feet. Kei fended off the billowing dust with her sleeve, not missing a beat as she continued to walk toward the mess.

“Excuse me, Midoriya-san,” Kei said as she passed him, the dust barely beginning to settle. “May I?”

Midoriya relaxed his defensive posture once he recognized her voice, though his expression was still pinched from stress. “Oh, Gekkō-san… Um, you don’t need to ask? What are you going to do?”

“Who fucking cares, Deku!” Bakugō snapped, his palms already shooting nitroglycerin-fueled sparks.

Kei ignored him and squared her stance as the other robots loomed. Two boys from the Hero course burst from the guts of the one destroyed robot, but that was fine. If they were busy getting out of the zero-point robot, then they were effectively clear.

Ready, Isobu?

Oh, yes.

Kei brought her hands together. Water Release: Great Waterfall Technique.

The air cracked as the vapor in the air was ripped from it, water swirling up and around Kei’s feet in a brief warning before the force of her chakra asserted itself on reality. What started as a trickle became a geyser, became a storm, and that formed a waterspout at least twice the height of the stadium. At its base, it was hardly wider than the span of Kei’s now-outstretched arms, but that didn’t matter.

And while the children behind her stared as though she was the next natural disaster looming over them, Kei turned the vortex on its side with willpower and a gesture identical to swinging a baseball bat.

Or, in her case, a sword.

The immediate cacophony was a combination of rushing water, the howl of a tornado, and hundreds of thousands of kilos of metal crashing horribly against itself and anything else it touched. Water blotted out the entire view ahead of the crowd as Kei’s ninjutsu ripped the robots to pieces exactly as she’d done in her entrance exam a few months beforehand. The debris stirred up made it impossible to tell exactly what was happening as the targets were pulverized.

“Wh-wh-what the hell is that Quirk?”

“Isn’t she supposed to be a General Studies student?!”

Kei snapped her fingers, and then it was over.

Water lapped at the ground as Kei cut her control, forming soft beach waves as it went back to being inert. The track directly where the robots had stood was noticeably scoured, leaving a half-meter-deep trench twenty meters across. The leftover water flowed off in places, into specialized drainage ditches.

Todoroki, unless Kei missed her mark, was also looking back. She’d been careful not to hurt anyone, including him, by twisting the vortex almost in on itself like an ouroboros, though it did reduce the effectiveness of her attack. Even the boys who ripped their way up through the robot were staring at her in shock.

Every zero-point robot lay shredded, but piled high in the center of the course as though shaped by massive, invisible hands. As the silence reigned, the Jenga pile of robot bits toppled exactly like the iced robot had, flattening into something more stable.

Ta-fucking-dah.

“Class 1-C’s Gekkō sweeps all the frontliners in the Robo Inferno away! That’s a wash for the robots!” Present Mic’s grin was nearly audible over the airwaves.

A ringing endorsement, really.

Kei broke into what was, for her, a sustainable run. When the one-, two-, and three-point robots came after her, in the way only truly fearless opponents did, she ducked and weaved through their grasping claws. Water trailed off her fingers more for effect than effectiveness, and she likewise kicked up spray as she dashed across the half-flooded track.

Her work here was done. The kids could take care of the rest. They’d had to in order to qualify to be hero-wannabes, after all.

Shortly thereafter, manufactured metal started to lose to vicious teenagers. Horribly.

The sound of a cannon shot told Kei the students were having fun, even before other robots behind her were torn limb from limb by enthusiastic students. Kei supposed most of the other kids were, if nothing else, practiced masters at using their Quirks. Even if Invisible Girl couldn’t punch a giant robot to death, there weren’t more robots than there were students to happily dismantle them.

It was kind of heartening, actually. Nobody with robot minions would last long against these kids.

Speaking of whom, Kei spotted the tape kid, bird-headed kid, and Bakugō careening overhead before any of them noticed her. Well, again. It was hard not to notice someone who flooded the track and tossed robots around like matchsticks once the destruction phase got underway.

“Move your ass!” Bakugō snarled as he landed near her. He threw himself into a run, explosions boosting his speed in much the same way they’d allowed him to leap over obstacles. “You’re in my way!”

Kei considered this suggestion on its merits, then decided to ignore it. Instead, she let chakra move freely through her limbs like it did during training, dug her heels solidly into the track as her feet fell, and ran.

Even if Kei hadn’t been on a team taught and operated by Namikaze Minato, she would have known how to reach supernatural speed. She wasn’t Iida with his biological engines, but she didn’t need to be. She’d been running her whole life, and one explosive brat wasn’t enough to keep up.

Kei heard, “GET BACK HERE, SEAWEED HEAD!”

Kei flipped him off as she pulled ahead, leaving him swearing furiously in her wake. And it was nearly a literal wake—kicking up water out of nowhere was one of the many ways she could subtly hint that her Quirk was responsible for her speed and strength.

The next immediate stretch of track was mundane. Between the robots and other kids, whoever organized these events clearly thought some good old-fashioned running could help people work up a sweat. For some people, like Shinsō before his training, this might’ve been the most difficult part of the race in some respects.

And then they reached what Present Mic gleefully called, “The Fall.”

“Oh, that’s pretty impressive.” Kei said aloud, eying it critically. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a hell of a jump distance, but somehow the event organizers had managed to basically stick a miniature version of the Chinese stone forest mountains in a single location. That kind of handiwork was really rather impressive. Even without the trees.

Of course, she also wanted to know what UA thought would save them from lawsuit hell if any kid actually plummeted to the bottom of the crevasse, but that was apparently one of those things she wasn’t supposed to think too hard about. Maybe Power Loader had just worked overtime to get this done?

“GOT YOU NOW, YOU ICY-HOT BASTARD!”

Bakugō didn’t even stop to land. Instead, more explosions sent him rocketing over the obstacle while Kei admired it, shouting threats both at her and at Todoroki. Mostly Todoroki, now that he thought she was out of the race. Without even being punched?

That was definitely a kid who didn’t stop to smell the roses much.

Present Mic cackled. “And class 1-A’s Bakugō surges ahead to take second place! How are the other competitors going to keep up? How’s Todoroki going to keep his lead?!”

“Do you even need me here?” Aizawa-sensei’s dry voice countered.

Kei could see Todoroki’s retreating back and the crumbling remnants of the ice he’d left all over the ropes to cross. It would’ve made for an unfortunate fall if Kei took that route. She did, however, have a plan that did not involve putting herself at risk quite like that.

On a good day, this particular obstacle also reminded her of a certain nasty, spike-filled crevasse in Konoha. And on a good day, Kei would have avoided the problem or flown over it with Tsuruya’s help. But, well…

Isobu chuckled in the depths of her mind. Desperate times?

Desperate measures, Kei joked back.

Chakra flooded into her limbs and, once she’d made the correct hand seals, she thought, Water Dragon Bullet. And then she leapt onto the nearest intact rope and hurled herself into the air.

Once again, the force of her power slapped water vapor from the air in a massive burst, drenching everyone within twenty meters in a sudden rainstorm, Bakugō and his explosively-propelled self included. Directly behind her, a miniature waterspout twisted out of the air and formed a gaping dragon’s maw. As it threw itself between her and Bakugō, shoving him aside with the mass concentrated in its swirling coils, Kei stuck her arm directly into the side of its head.

Liquid fangs bit deep into her gym uniform sleeve, jerked her off her feet, and surged over the massive pitfall at more than forty kilometers per hour. She and her construct—which she called “Haku” on a whim—practically flew across each gap in the ground, pausing only so Kei could land for a split second and gather more water without having to split her attention. It wasn’t gliding in the least—instead, the sheer force of the water she was keeping in the air were tugging her along like a banner ad behind an airplane.

You hardly seem to need the crane, now.

Say that again when we’re actually trying to travel somewhere!

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!” shrieked Bakugō, having to redouble his efforts to stay in the air.

Kei didn’t so much as spare him a glance, with her dragon hauling her by her collar toward Todoroki.

“What’s this? Gekkō from 1-C and Bakugō from 1-A are neck and neck, neither giving up second place! Todoroki better watch his back with these two destructive competitors gunning for him!”

I can’t decide if Present Mic makes it worse. The Chūnin Exams didn’t have announcers.

He makes it worse.

Another lazy curve emerged from the other side of the horrible drop-off, and both Kei and Bakugō landed within seconds of each other. While Bakugō stumbled for a second longer as Kei’s Water Dragon Bullet clipped him on its way to dispersal, Kei dashed after Todoroki with…somewhat less energy than the other competitors were showing off.

It had nothing to do with the spirit of competition. Kei just didn’t want to get her feet iced to the ground this close to the endgame. Especially while her clothes were still wet.

Dirt and rock gave way to cement as Kei ran onward, following the curving track around the bend even as Bakugō trailed her, screaming constantly about something and exploding so much she couldn’t really hear him. Nonetheless, she kept just far enough ahead of him to avoid either backlash or a silly comment from Present Mic.

It was about that point where Todoroki must’ve reached the third obstacle, because Present Mic’s voice blared loud and clear: “And now, we’re finally approaching the last obstacle!”

Great.

It had better be interesting—

“Everyone had better tread carefully!” Present Mic went on, while Kei kept pace with Bakugō. “You’re stepping onto a minefield!”

Are you shitting me right now?

It appears not. Look.

Stretching out for another long dirt stretch about as wide as the rope-lined Fall had been was, of course, a literal minefield. The ground was dotted with raised lumps Kei presumed were the mines, badly disguised and clearly designed for a high school competition.

Kei knew better than most what an actual minefield looked like: Nothing, until the first explosions started tearing the earth apart.

“If you look carefully, you can see where those little bombs are buried, so keep your eyes on the ground, folks! By the way, those landmines were specially designed for our competition, so while they’re loud and flashy…they’re not very powerful.”

Kei totally understood the disappointment in Mic’s voice.

“JUST ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU WET YOUR PANTS!”

She understood that a little less.

“Get a hold of yourself,” Aizawa-sensei said, truly embodying the spirit of the times.

What do people even do if there is no one with a running commentary of events? Let them pass in confusion?

Hell if I know. Kei ducked an explosion from Bakugō and slapped his hand away as he tried to pass her by force, and nearly got a second blast to the face before she made half a hand seal and spat a gob of water the size of his head to engulf it.

It didn’t last, but sputtering meant Bakugō had to let her go on ahead, just for a little. Certainly it made him stumble far enough away that she could think.

Minefield, minefield… It wouldn’t make it that much better if she just flooded the area, would it? Besides, the mines themselves were relatively harmless. And obvious.

Bakugō chose that moment to rocket past, apparently trusting that being able to make explosions basically made him immune to those caused by others. That wasn’t an assumption Kei was willing to make, for reasons mainly pertaining to how many limbs one could lose that way. But, hell, Bakugō was already yelling at Todoroki as though Kei didn’t exist, so what did she know?

Other students started to trickle in, and by that point Kei just shrugged to herself and darted into explosion hell. Another Water Dragon Bullet had her shooting through the air above the competition, one arm locked in its jaws and her other hand balanced against the curve above its eye. At the same time, the end of the dragon’s coils slammed down on the course, triggering extra mines and swamping anyone caught in the blast.

Bakugō and Todoroki, meanwhile, were trying to get each other killed. Explosions and ice flew, and Kei commanded her construct to curve wide around their little conflict.

“Just like that, a new student takes the lead! The media here is going wild! There’s nothing they love more than an upset!”

Sounded about right.

Iida raced forward, trusting his sheer speed to get him past the mines. Other students were avoiding mines, detonating them under their opponents, or what-have-you. Kei didn’t much care.

Right up until the moment a massive pink explosion went off at the start of the minefield, disrupting Haku-chan’s liquid tail. Todoroki and Bakugō looked up, spotting Kei—which annoyed her, because she’d been planning on using the sun’s position better than that—and a rapidly arcing Midoriya, surfing the blast wave with a piece of robot as his woefully inadequate vehicle.  

Kei probably could have reached out to help him land. But he did have a plan, right? He had to.

Midoriya fell past her, toppling slowly forward.

Um.

He does not have a plan.

Below, and now behind, Todoroki and Bakugō set aside their differences to chase the two students now in the lead. Bakugō, at least, had a plan. It was explosions.

And Todoroki iced the fucking minefield.

Ordinarily, this wouldn’t have been a problem. Kei wasn’t on the ground or technically in Todoroki’s line of sight. At most, he should have created a safe walkway against being launched skyward by landmines. However, he’d seen her and his frost wave arced upward, trapping Haku-chan’s tail and crawling directly up its back.

Kei ripped her arm free just as the ice reached her and coated her body from fingertip to waist on the same side. It even leapt to her leg, locking her right knee in a bent position as though in a cuff of some kind.

And she was still about ten meters above the ground.

Fuck you too, Freezer Burn.

While Bakugō and Todoroki chased Midoriya, Kei used her free left hand to make hand seals against her frost-coated right.

Water Release: Water Trumpet. Turning her head, Kei blasted her frosted arm with water before moving it out of the line of fire, and aimed all the rest at the minefield below as soon as she could move her fingers again.

She didn’t bother being cute about it. When she hit the water feet-first, the ice coating her knee burst under the force. Kei’s water blast had dampened the field to little effect, but Todoroki’s ice path was still there. And since water was the only thing that made ice slippery at all, Kei tore after the three new pack leaders without hesitation.

Ahead, she saw Midoriya plummeting to earth to land head first and started to wince. That wouldn’t be pretty.

At which point there was another massive pink explosion, because Midoriya took his metal surfboard and slammed it down like a fucking sledgehammer into the nearest mines, using Todoroki and Bakugō as stepping stones for leverage.

Kei bit back a laugh. Someone had definitely turned their self-preservation instincts off.

I knew I liked that kid.

I can see why.

Kei got third place out of the pack of four that entered the stadium in those first few seconds, edging out Splodey by a nose. She spent the cooldown period laughing too hard at the irony of beating him only to lose to rocket-propelled Midoriya to even listen to Bakugō’s threats. In the end, explosions really had made the difference. Just not the way she’d thought.

While the other competitors trickled in—scorched, muddy, and various levels of exhausted—Kei congratulated Midoriya with as much enthusiasm as his classmates couldn’t muster. Todoroki and Bakugō went ignored. She didn’t stop chatting with him until Iida and Uraraka had both arrived, looking happy to see friends around.

And when Shinsō made it, in twenty-seventh place, Kei gave him a fist-bump. Checking the leaderboards over her shoulder, he reciprocated.

“I almost didn’t believe your Quirk was that strong,” Shinsō remarked, shaking his head slowly. “Shows me, I guess.”

“And now you know how I got in.” Kei said. “Robot-killing powers and nothing else.”

“Sure you did.” Shinsō rolled his eyes. In a comically threatening tone, he added, “I will get the literature unit through your head if it kills me.”

Kei laughed.

[nerdiests]

Day 5 of Kaminari week!!

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prompt: sparks - first kiss/date/confessions

Having a crush on someone was hard work. Especially if you saw said person every. Single. Day. Denki knew the struggle. Dealing with his crush on class 1-A’s resident pretty boy, Todoroki Shouto, was a struggle and a half. For one, he was just there all the time! Being pretty. Denki and his pansexual self could not handle this boy being that attractive. Well, his classmates in general were pretty attractive, like Midoriya’s freckles were absolutely adorable, and Yaoyorozu was always so cute when she got excited over something… Denki could go on for hours, just listing how each one of his classmates was absolutely amazing. But Todoroki… Man, Denki fell fast and he fell hard.

Denki had arrived surprisingly early to class his first day - maybe it was excitement, maybe nerves, but probably both. Either way, he was half an hour early. There weren’t a ton of people there, like three or four. This one guy with blue hair and glasses greeted him at the door and Denki just smiled and waved. Always worked in the past. There was a tall girl with black hair in a ponytail who Denki shot a grin at as well, and. A quite. Attractive person. He knew from the news he could sometimes read that it was, in fact, Todoroki Shouto and man if the news reports didn’t do him justice. He was so… Pretty. Despite people using “gendered” adjectives, Denki couldn’t find anything more befitting.

And as the semester went on, Denki only fell further. Todoroki was extremely closed off at first, almost never talking to anyone, until his spontaneous declaration at the sports festival to Midoriya that “I will win”. He’d proceeded to ask Denki to join his team for the second round - which Denki still was shocked over because? Todoroki had picked Iida and Yaoyorozu to be on his team and he was important? Denki didn’t get it, but he was grateful nonetheless. Still managed to get knocked out of the game in his first fight, but. Either way. Due to that fortunate circumstance, he managed to get a whopping 272 nominations for his internship, although it was nothing in comparison to Todoroki’s 4000 something. He did have quite the adventure, though.

After the internships, hell even after the sports festival, something had changed with Todoroki’s dynamic with the class. It might’ve been Midoriya’s fight with him at the sports festival when Todoroki used fire - he could make fire and ice, wow - or possibly over the internships. All Denki knew is that Todoroki was opening up more. Maybe he’d get to talk to him more? Hm.

Both finals and the summer camp were an absolute disaster. Denki failed and he couldn’t help when the rest of the class was in crisis. And when it really counted, to go and rescue one of his friends… He chickened out. Hearing afterwards that Kirishima, Iida, Yaoyorozu, Midoriya, and Todoroki had gone through with the plan left him feeling bad for the rest of the day. They could go through with it, why couldn’t he?

As a result of the disastrous summer camp, everyone had to go into dorms. His parents were glad to get him out of the house, since his older brother had recently moved back in after losing his job. Denki was just happy to be out of the house. He’d finally have his own space. Sort of. At least he’d be seeing Todoroki more? Oh who was he kidding that was a curse in disguise he’d be embarrassing himself all the time!! Which he did, in fact, proceed to do.

The first of these occurred when he managed to yell a long string of curses after dying for the umpteenth time in Geometry Dash right as Todoroki walked into the common room.

“Am I… Interrupting something?” Todoroki asked, brow rising slightly. Denki smiled sheepishly from his spot on the couch, holding up his phone with one hand. The Geometry Dash music quietly played throughout the common room. Todoroki, however, only looked even more confused.

“...What’s that music from?” he asked, and Denki’s eyes widened slightly.

“Geometry Dash?” Denki replied. Todoroki shook his head, and Denki had to keep his jaw from dropping. He waved Todoroki over, patting the cushion next to him.

“Dude, I’ve gotta show you this! It’s a really old game, but I’ve been playing it for a long time. I can show it how it works, if you’d like,” Denki offered. For a moment, Todoroki was still, before walking over to the couch and sitting next to Denki.

“So is it a math oriented game? With a name like Geometry Dash I’d assume so,” Todoroki said. Denki snorted, before beginning to giggle.

“No, it’s not got anything to do with math. Todoroki, not everything’s school-related!! It’s got geometrical figures, though,” Denki said, before going to the easiest level in the game and passing his phone over to Todoroki.

“So you just tap the screen to get your little square pal to jump,” Denki explained. Todoroki nodded.

“I think I’ve got it,” Todoroki said, before pressing start.

Todoroki did not, in fact, get it. He didn’t get it so badly that he couldn’t even get halfway through the easiest level. Denki wasn’t sure how or why, but it was hilarious to see Todoroki slowly getting more and more frustrated. Though when he felt the temperature drop slightly, he began to worry.

“Hey uh. Could I have my phone back?” Denki asked, slightly worried. Todoroki paused, looking at the blue cube on screen run into a triangle and explode. Denki swiftly reached over and pressed the pause button.

“You can get the game on your own phone, if you want to play it more?” Denki suggested. Todoroki nodded, seemingly to himself, before reaching into his pants pocket and pulling his phone out. Presumably to download Geometry Dash on his own phone. Oh, this boy was so. Adorable.

The next week, Denki was sitting with the “Bakusquad” at Their Table, when Todoroki just approached the table in the middle of lunch and looked right at him.

“What’s up?” Denki asked, baffled slightly. Didn’t he eat lunch with Midoriya and his other friends? Why was he over here?

“I beat the first level of Geometry Dash, just now,” Todoroki said, and Denki noticed a small smile on his face. Oh gee, that was. Cute. Denki blinked to clear his mind quickly, and grinned in reply.

“That’s awesome! I believed in you the whole time, man,” Denki said encouragingly, while the rest of his table looked on, confused.

“You mind, Icyhot?” Bakugou cut in, taking another bite of his spicy curry. Todoroki blinked, before nodding once. He turned to leave, but Denki spoke up.

“I’ll… Talk to you later?” Denki asked. Todoroki looked back at Denki, before nodding once again.

“Yeah.” As Todoroki walked away, he smiled slightly.

“That was adorable,” he muttered to himself. Luckily for him, he hadn’t said that very loudly. Unluckily for him, he was sitting next to Sero, and Sero could hear him fairly well.

“Did you just call Todoroki adorable?” Sero asked, and Denki’s cheeks went slightly pink.

“No!” he protested, and Ashido gasped.

“You did!! You wouldn’t be blushing if you didn’t!” Ashido declared. Denki shook his head rapidly.

“I didn’t!!” he stated, and Ashido grinned.

“You did!!” she repeated, while Kirishima turned towards Denki.

“Nothing wrong with admitting to a crush, Kaminari! Admitting your feelings is manly, bro!” Kirishima said enthusiastically, and Denki’s blush grew deeper.

“I don’t have a crush on Todoroki!! I don’t!” Denki protested yet again, before picking up his phone and opening up… No Geometry Dash now, maybe… Cookie Run would be better.

The next embarrassing thing Denki managed to do happened in front of the rest of the class, so. It was infinitely more embarrassing than swearing when no one else was around. Somehow, he’d managed to call Present Mic “dad”. Which he’d seen a few times with other teachers back in America, and he’d always chuckled when it happened. It was definitely more embarrassing to be on the receiving end of all the giggles.

His third embarrassing situation was. Less than ideal. He’d been hanging with Sero and Kirishima in Sero’s room, playing some Mario Kart. Winning some, losing a lot more, the works. They were in the middle of the final lap, and Denki was in… Third place. Better than normal. Sero was trying to throw him off his game, as was the usual.

“You’re not gonna get me out of my solid third place spot, Sero!” Denki exclaimed triumphantly, narrowly avoiding crashing into the barrier of the track. Sero glanced at Denki, then his wall, before smirking.

“Just like you’re not going to get out of your solid spot of not talking to Todoroki about your crush on him?” Sero retorted, and Denki froze. That moment was all Sero needed to get past him, along with half of the CPUs. He lost. Horribly. Denki turned to Sero after the match, who was grinning like the cat that got the canary.

“Dude,” Denki said, and Sero only quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” Sero asked. Denki sighed.

“You called me out to win a game of Mario Kart. That’s… No,” Denki said, setting the Wii remote down. Kirishima looked between the two of them. He opened his mouth to speak, when Sero spoke.

“All’s fair in love and Mario Kart.” For a moment it was quiet.

“You don’t bring up a dude’s crush to win Mario Kart,” Kirishima said solemnly, and Denki nodded.

“Sorry,” Sero apologized. Denki shrugged.

“Just don’t do it again. Please,” Denki said, and Sero nodded.

Not much longer afterwards, Denki left Sero and Kirishima to play Mario Party 8 - which Denki had never enjoyed. It was late anyways, like… 9? Well, late if he wanted to get any of his work done. All he needed to work on was his English, thankfully, which would be a breeze… Considering English was his first language, at least. It’d be so simple. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts about schoolwork he didn’t notice a door open, and he managed to not only run into someone but knock the both of them over.

“Oh my god, I’m so sor-” Denki managed to cut himself off mid-word once he’d noticed who he’d knocked over. Todoroki. The aforementioned teen blinked up at Denki from his place on the floor. Denki’s face turned red very quickly, and he quickly scooted away from Todoroki.

“Uhm, uh. I’m. Uh. Sorry!” Denki said quickly. Todoroki stayed in his spot on the floor for a moment, before pushing himself off the floor. Denki followed suit, standing in the hallway awkwardly for a moment. Todoroki looked at Denki, eyes narrowing the slightest bit.

“Are you… Okay?” Todoroki asked. Denki didn’t even pause to think about his answer because, as it was almost all the time, his mouth was a full fifteen seconds ahead of his brain.

“Okay? No! I knocked over the guy that I’ve had a crush on for six months, how do you think that would feel?? I’m embarrassed as all hell, Todoroki!” Denki exclaimed, throwing his hands up slightly. Todoroki blinked, before his face went slightly pink.

“Uh. What?” Todoroki asked, dumbfounded by what Denki had said. Then Denki’s brain caught up with the words he’d said. Oh fuck.

“Oh nooooo,” Denki said quietly, looking anywhere that Todoroki was.

“What did you mean by that, exactly?” Todoroki asked, the slight pink darkening. Denki’s eyes drifted about, avoiding looking in front of him.

“I, uh. I’ve had a…” Denki trailed off, his gaze settling on his shoes. He couldn’t. Spit the words out.

“Had a what?” Todoroki asked, confused. Did. Did Todoroki not understand what he meant?

“I’ve had a crush on you since the third day of school!” Denki blurted out. The blush on his face grew redder, while Todoroki’s eyes had widened and his mouth was slightly open. Denki took advantage of Todoroki’s confusion to bolt for the stairs and dash down to the third floor. Oh god, he wouldn’t be able to work on his homework now! Todoroki would probably laugh about this once Denki was out of earshot - wait, no, he was too nice for that. He’d just think Denki was silly, or stupid or something. Todoroki’s out of his league, why would he even consider liking him? Denki’s. A mess.

He walked out of the stairwell and headed right for his room. After closing his door, he beelined for his desk, sat down, and began to let his head repeatedly thud against the wooden surface. Denki made sure to avoid smacking his head on his keyboard, because knowing him, he’d forget to edit it out of the Art History essay he’d finished writing the day prior. As he was about to let his head fall back onto his desk again, there was a knock at the door. Who…? Denki got up from his desk and walked over to the door, opening it.

“Whaddya want?” Denki asked, not processing who was standing in front of him for a moment. Then he blinked. Todoroki. Oh. Oh. Oh shit.

“Uh.” Denki said. Eloquent, Denki. A+.

“I didn’t get a chance to. Reply…? If that’s what you’d intended earlier, at least,” Todoroki said, eyes darting away from Denki and looking at the door frame. Denki paused. There was a slight dusting of pink on Todoroki’s cheeks, and he was avoiding eye contact. Was he… Nervous? Todoroki reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear, which only moved back to framing his face, before tearing his eyes away from the doorframe and looking back at Denki.

“I… Like you too…” Todoroki said quietly. Denki could barely make it out, but he did. He froze for a moment. This. What?

“I. Oh wow,” Denki muttered, looking down at his shoes. Todoroki seemed to take that as some sort of negative comment, and Denki felt a hand on his shoulder. His head whipped up, and he was looking Todoroki directly in the eye. He couldn’t break that, it was. Too intense. Todoroki took his hand off Denki’s shoulder, moving it back to his side.

“I do, really! It’s… Taken a while to realize. I didn’t really know what having romantic feelings for someone else felt like, really, until about a month and a half ago, or so.” Todoroki paused. That was… Right around the time Todoroki’d walked in on him swearing at Geometry Dash in the common room.

“I had this fluttery feeling every time you were around, and it was always nice getting to see you. I smiled more, thinking about you. But I didn’t have a name for it, until I brought it up to Midoriya and Uraraka. They… Cleared it up for me,” Todoroki continued, glancing down and fidgeting with his shirt’s hem for a moment. Denki was quiet.

“It was just. Hard trying to find a way to bring it up. I wasn’t sure if you’d reject me or not, and I wasn’t sure if I could really. Handle that well. So I’ve uh. Been meaning to tell you for about a week, but I couldn’t find the right environment to tell you, so. I guess this is how I’ll say it?” Todoroki paused yet again, and took a deep breath. Denki was stock-still, afraid to move because this could be a dream, and if he moved he’d wake up.

“Kaminari… I like you. A lot. Would you like to, uh…” Todoroki bit his lip, pausing. Denki held his breath in trepidation. This. He hoped this wasn’t a dream, he really did.

“Um. Would you like to go on a date sometime?” Todoroki asked quickly. Denki was frozen for a moment.

“I really hope this isn’t a dream,” Denki said quietly, glancing down for the slightest of moments. Then he locked eyes with Todoroki again. Not trusting his voice to not fail him, he nodded once. Todoroki’s eyes brightened, and he smiled slightly.

“Great! Um. I can give you my phone number so we can schedule that?” Todoroki asked, and Denki nodded, quickly walking over to his desk and grabbing his phone. He opened up a new contact as he walked back over.

“Here you go. I’ve got a new contact open, so you can just put your number in and I can text you!” Denki said, with a slight smile. Todoroki smiled in reply as he took Denki’s phone and plugged his number in, handing it back quickly.

“Nice,” Denki said quietly, glancing down at the contact information. He had Todoroki’s phone number. Oh gee.

“I’ve gotta go. To sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Todoroki asked. Denki nodded enthusiastically, grinning.

“Yeah, I’ve gotta get that English essay written really quick,” Denki replied. Todoroki nodded, before walking off towards the elevator and waving over his shoulder as he did. Denki stood in his open doorway for a moment, before closing the door and fist pumping.

“I’m gonna go on a date with Todoroki!” Denki exclaimed with a grin on his face. Then he looked at his computer. Right. He had an essay to write, and Todoroki to text afterwards.

[peachingboy]

(bnha l/n No.3) Chapter 5: The day of a certain class president Part 1 translation

Iida’s eyes snapped opened at the sound of a bird chirping as the faint light of the early morning hits his ceiling, signalling the start of his day. He looks at his alarm clock buried under his pillow, today he had also woken up 5 minutes before the time he had set.

(... good, time to get up)

Switching off his alarm clock, Iida lightly stretches as he gets up, neatly arranging the disarray of futon and opening up his curtains like he always does, this time accidentally scaring off a small bird which was sat on the railing of his veranda.

“ah, sorry” a little startled, Iida softly apologises as he opens up his window, he was finally getting used to the scenery of yuuei’s morning; a large and wide plot of land. Today was also a very refreshing day.

Taking in a breath of the fresh air, before the temperature rises, he wells up, revitalised. 

However, taking things this slow was a no, Iida had to care of his business in the bathroom and shuts the window. Picking up his toothbrush, towel and other amenities he leaves his room. The boy’s bathroom was located on the first floor, it was the place they would all gather to get changed and ready.

“again?...”

However, upon entering the bathroom, his face grimaces at the scene before him, the laundry basket was a mess, tissues were out of their places and someone had also forgotten their toothbrush.

“seriously...”

Iida lets out a sigh and proceeds to fix the laundry basket as well as moving the tissues back to where they were and placing the forgotten toothbrush in a visible area.

It was impossible to put his foot down anywhere with all this stuff scattered about, instead of thinking about how lovely it was for the guys to share a bathroom together like this, Iida was more diligently concerned with sorting out the mess.

(if your living space is a mess, your heart is probably a mess too, can we not be more tidy with the stuff we use...)

No matter how many times he speaks of the irreparable, this was just the start of the dorm life. He washes his face as he thinks of a plan to reform their lifestyle, as he brushes his teeth both Shouji and Kouda comes in.

“Good morning Shouji kun, Kouda kun”

“Today you’re also early class president”

Whether sleeping or awake, Shouji was just the same, behind him was Kouda who was still in a daze of sleep with his head nodding off. These two were also part of the “early group”, they were usual faces he’d meet in the morning.

“That’s right, do you know who this toothbrush belongs to? Someone has forgotten it.”

Both Shouji and Kouda points at the toothbrush and looks at one another.

“...It’s probably Kaminari, the colour looks like something he’d use”

“I see, thank you Shouji kun, good thing I had asked, well then..”

Iida leaves the bathroom and makes his way back to the third floor where a yawning Ojiro carrying his towel could be seen exiting his room, even the fur on his tail had bed hair.

“Good morning Ojiro kun”

“Good morning~~~”

Iida returns to his room, changing into his uniform whilst gently placing his pj’s into his laundry basket. He checks the keys in his window and shuts the curtains, he places the textbooks for todays class in his bag and exits his room.

Before getting into the elevator, Iida stops by Kaminari’s room and knocks on his door.

“Kaminari kun! are you awake? It’s almost time, you should probably get up now!”

After a brief moment, the sound of life could be heard within his room.

“Yes~~~~~~” The door opens, and a Kaminari who just got up looks like he hasn’t gotten up at all.

“Good morning Kaminari kun! Oh yes, did you forget your toothbrush in the bathroom?”

“Ah... ah? ahhhh~~~~ I probably have”

“I have it set on the edge in the bathroom, be careful from now on, well then...”

“uwee~~~~” eyes still half asleep, Kaminari replies with a nod.

Iida returns to the first floor once again and heads to the cafeteria, Lunch rush sensei starts cooking from early in the morning and distributes the food to the dorm, they had a choice between both Japanese and western cuisines. Lunch rush sensei would also do the same for dinner.

As Iida serves himself up the miso soup, Shouji and Kouda, Tokoyami, Yaoyorozu and Jirou arrives also. They greet eachother and then seat in their chosen seats.

“faaaaa~~~ I’m sleepy” 

Sat in front of Iida was Jirou and Yaoyorozu who was yawning as a duo.

“What is the matter? Not enough sleep?”

“Mhm... yesterday was a little-”

“yesterday? what had happened yesterday?”

The two was a little taken back by Iida’s response.

“y-yesterday... I was reading a book until late...”

“ah---- and I was listening to music...”

The two awkwardly turn their heads away from Iida, next to them was Tokoyami who could be heard clearing his throat.

“...As expected, Japanese cuisine is most suited for breakfast..”

“...ahhh- that’s right Tokoyami kun, this rice is the best to have in the morning, we should give our thanks to Lunch Rush sense!”

Iida was curious as to why the sudden change in topic but upon looking at the rice before him he could not help but agree.

Iida had finish all his food without leaving a piece behind and thanked them for the meal before heading off.

“Well then, I’ll be off first”

In an instant, he had left the dorm by himself, as he exited his eyes were met with the budding greenery, the blue skies reflecting on the glass, this was their school home. Iida diligently made his way towards the school building, moving into the dorms was pretty good, the distance to school had now been shortened and the time he used to spend walking from his parents home could now be used for other ideas and studying.

As Aizawa sensei used to always say, time was of the essence and that we had to use it wisely.

Within a blink of an eye, Iida had arrived at his class to only grimace once again at the sight within it, most identical to the bathroom he’d seen earlier, the chairs were a mess, scattered all over the place, this had been his concern since they’d entered school.

“when the chairs are a mess, your mannerisms are a mess also, these chairs are school property we should handle them with more care”

The one with the most beat up chair was Bakugou.

“Honestly....”

Iida went on to arrange the chairs back into their original places like he had always done, and then bringing out a dustpan and brush from the cleaning cupboard.

Now then, let’s beginnn the cleaning! Everyone would also learn alot better within a clean environment, wringing out a wash cloth he wipes down the teachers podium too, because the teacher also puts their efforts and feelings into delivering their lessons.

Looking on at the now cleaner classroom, Iida gives a satisfied smile. 

(today will also be a worthwhile day)

In the quiet classroom on his own, he starts to study by himself, during the night he would sleep, it was more efficient for the body and brain to study in the morning.

Iida suddenly checks his watch, home room was about to begin in 3 minutes.

“everyone, they’re late...”

Even though they’d usually be here by now, no one had turned up.

A worried Iida shifts his head slightly, in the morning when he’d bumped into everyone he was sure they were fine enough to come to class.

Time was ticking by the second, Iida worriedly ponders about what he should do, he grew impatient when suddenly the footsteps of a crowd of people could be heard from far away.

“everyone!”

The class A that Iida had saved, stampeded into the classroom.

“y-you’ve made it..”

“ch... having to dash here with all our strength, that was tough~~~” said Kaminari and Ashido as they were gasping for breath.

“What were you doing? home room is about to start any moment now!” asked Iida with his arms crossed, everyone stopped in their tracks, awkwardly answering back with um’s and ah’s..

“That- that’s because..” Ochako appeared infront of Iida.

“..... G had appeared”

“G is....”

“The little dark thing that appears in the kitchen quite often...”

“Ah! Cockroach!”

“The one whose name that grosses out everyone had come to visit, everyone was trying to get rid of it”

With the face just like sniper, she didn’t look like the bright Uraraka that her name suggested, Iida motionlessly stared at Ochako, and grips her shoulder tightly.

“I apologise for not being there to help! everyone must have been in such a state!”

Relieved at Iida’s response, everyone began shuffling to their seats, Iida could hear the tired of greetings of Izuku and Todoroki.

“Good morning Iida Kun”

“yo”

“Good morning Midoriya kun, Todoroki kun, you’re already this tired in the morning.”

“uh... no, that’s not it... uh... Todoroki kun!”

“.... not really”

With that being said, they both moved to their seats while Iida watches them and notices a slight awkwardness in them. Realising their un-ease, he readies him self in the heart and turns around to only be faced with Ochako and her hair.

“Uraraka kun, you have bed hair!”

“Heh? really?! it was pretty late yesterday....” replied Ochako as she ruffles out and tries to fix her hair with her hand.

“mhn?” Iida was now intrigued, that’s right both Yaoyorozu and Jirou did say they had a late night also.

“What did you do?”

“That’s...” Taken a back, Ochako quickly covers her mouth with her hand.

“Uraraka kun?”

“....... Nothing! it was nothing, nothing happened I just went to sleep!”

At the same moment, the bell had rang and the door opened, Aizawa had finally arrived. In an instant everyone was in their seat with their postures straightened.

Although Iida had many concerns, he’d have to postpone these issues until later, when home room ends, first period will begin, when the class starts one must provide the utmost concentration during lesson.

hey everyone, I just want to say that this may be the only chapter i’d be able to translate as I will be moving to jp next week! I’d like to finish this before I go, but I don’t know if I can? the interval between updates may be a lot longer than usual? so I’m really sorry about this, um, however I have come across some other translators who are doing a good job at translating the novel and is very happy to see that more people are taking on his self-project! and, uh, yeah thank very much to all of those who have been reading my early translations work!

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The Long Way ARound 17

Sorry for the delay, I completely forgot about this. I know a lot of people enjoyed the Sports Festival arc, hopefully you'll continue to enjoy what comes next.

Fanfiction/AO3

Chapter Seventeen: Time to Move Forward

"Bye Mom," Izuku says as he puts on his shoes, "I'm leaving for school now." The Sports Festival was two days ago but Yuuei always gives students a few days after the event to rest up. Izuku sure had needed it; he'd slept almost fifteen hours the night after the Festival, exhausted physically and emotionally from the day's activities.

He tries not to be disappointed that there wasn't a call from Yuuei's Heroics department during that time but he supposes it had been a crazy gamble anyways. He's not giving up but... he knows his best shot has come and gone.

"Alright Izuku, be safe. You're quite the celebrity now." His mom says nervously as her fingers lightly touch on the bandage to his forehead where Todoroki had struck him. "You gave me quite a scare the other day. You know I fainted twice just watching you! I almost ran down to school when I saw you collapse during your fight with Katsuki."

"Yes, you already told me and don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm sure everyone's forgotten all about me by now." Izuku waves goodbye as he makes his way to school. It's normal and quiet until he gets to the train station.

"Look! It's the quirkless boy who fought in the Sports Festival!"

"That's not him! He's too skinny."

"Yes it is! Look, he's got the freckles and green hair!"

"He can't really be quirkless, can he? He couldn't have defeated Endeavor's boy like that."

Izuku is quickly swallowed up in a mob of people who are shouting questions at him and jostling him in the crowded station. He looks for an exit in the crowd but is unable to find one. He's going to miss his train at this rate.

"Please," Izuku squeaks, "I need to get to school."

"I heard you bribed your opponents to lose to you, is that true?"

"Have you been transferred into the hero course yet? That'd be wild, I'd love to see that!"

"My grandfather is quirkless; it would mean the world to him if you'd stop by and talk to him." Above the din, Izuku can hear the sound of his train getting ready to depart.

"Excuse me," Izuku says, pushing his way through, "I need to go, sorry!" He shouts back as he breaks free and makes it onto the train by the skin on his teeth. He sighs and leans up against the door as the train starts to move. Jeez what a mess, why would anyone want to- there's a persistent tugging on his pant leg. He looks down to see a young girl of about 5 or 6 in twin tails with tiny little wings poking out of her back.

"You're the hero from the Sports Festival," the girl smiles. "My name is Hinaki and I saw you on TV, I recognize your curly hair."

"Hi Hinaki-chan, I'm Midoriya Izuku and while I'm not a hero, I did compete in the Sports Festival." Izuku says, kneeling down to her level. She smiles brightly and digs in her little backpack for a small notebook with a butterfly on the cover.

"Could you sign my book? I thought you did very well, even fighting that scary guy. I want to look at it when I'm scared so I know to be brave too." Izuku blinks and swallows the tears that are threatening to overwhelm him. He should have expected some reaction to his performance but this... he never could have predicted this.

"Of-of course, I've got a pen right here," Izuku says as he takes the notebook and signs it. "There you go, I hope it helps you. Someone once told me being brave isn't always about winning; it's about being able to stand tall no matter what." Hinaki smiles at the messy signature.

"Thank you! I'll look at it every day!" She answers before dashing back into the crowd; Izuku watches her go with a wobbly smile as he stands up. His first autograph and he's not even a real hero. It's nice know that, no matter where he ends up, he can still make a difference. The moment is interrupted by more people pestering him with questions and comments of all sorts.

He's relieved when he finally reaches his stop. He's never had so much attention in his entire life and it's starting to drive him mad. By the time Izuku fights his way out of the train station, he's running late. His phone buzzes in his hand as he's checking the time.

MindController: Reporters are all around the school looking for you, be careful getting in

MightyBoy: What!? This is insane

Vampira: That's what u get for slamming 3 hero kids into the dirt

Izuku moans as he sprints towards school and he can already see the large crowd of people around the building. It's not like he didn't believe Shinsou but it's still an annoyance. Shouldn't they be bothering actual heroes?

Glowstick: I kno! U should put on a disguise, change clothes with Taketsu!

MightyBoy: WHAT!?

Vampira: No good, I'd bust out of his tiny shirt & pants

Izuku rubs at his head, stressed and flustered and the school day hadn't even begun. He's going to be late for sure. Maybe he can get one of the reporters to write him a note.

IcyHot: Just go around back, it's mostly clear there.

IcyHot: Btw, did you hear anything from the hero department?

MightyBoy: No, I'm afraid you're still stuck with me

Mind Controller: Damn and we almost got rid of you

Izuku really hopes that was sarcasm. Anyway, getting into Yuuei is less of an ordeal than he'd feared. Despite his supposed fame he's still a pretty plain looking kid so he's easily able to blend into a large crowd of students and slip in unnoticed. Izuku sighs with relief until he hears the warning bell go off.

MightyBoy: Going to be late, tell Sensei I'll be there soon

Izuku is so distracted trying to text and run at the same time that he accidently runs into someone. He falls to the ground and shakes his head, already offering up apologies.

"Oh my, our little Gen Ed upstart is getting handsy," an older woman's voice teases. Izuku looks up to find pro hero, Midnight towering over him. "Hey there, cutie," she smirks and Izuku jumps to his feet, face red with embarrassment.

"Hello, Midoriya Izuku, it is I, the principal!" Principal Nedzu says, popping out from behind Midnight. "I've heard a lot about you, young man."

"Oh, uh thanks, I think," Izuku stammers.

"So Midoriya," Midnight asks, "how does it feel to win?"

"Um, but I didn't win?" Izuku says, confused.

"I meant the hearts of Japan, silly," she chuckles before giving him a little wink, "and your teachers."

"I was supervising the third years' event as I always do but all I heard people talking about was the quirkless first year who won the silver medal," Principal Nedzu says as the final bell rings. "Don't worry about that, we'll escort you to class while we talk so you won't be marked down."

"I'm sorry but uh, did I do something wrong, sir?" Izuku asks nervously. Last week he was nobody and now he's being walked to class by the principal and a pro hero.

"Of course not!" The principal laughs. "I just had to meet you; your performance the other day was quite incredible. I can see why everyone was so excited. You have a keen eye for strategy and your martial arts are quite impressive. You train with Rikimaru Daiki, correct? I've heard he's a fine teacher and very selective with students, that alone tells me about your character."

"Wait uh how did you know about Rikimaru-shishou?" Izuku asks, feeling more confused by the second. He looks up at Midnight, "I'm sorry, I don't understand what's happening."

"Don't look at me kid, I'm just here 'cause we happen to be going to the same place." Huh? "Ah and here we are!" Izuku stares blankly at the door to class 1-A. Was this... no, it couldn't be. Izuku stares down at Principal Nedzu in disbelief.

"Apologies to spring this on you so suddenly, we haven't done a transfer in some time so it took a bit longer than expected. Chiura-san has been made aware of the change and your mother signed off on the paperwork this morning. I hope you have a good first day, Midoriya, we expect great things from you."

Izuku can't stop looking between the principal and the sign marking 1-A. No, this isn't possible; things like this didn't happen to him, he can't be... The door to 1-A slides open and Eraserhead is there, free of his bandages, with a bored look on his face.

"You're not off to a good start, being late to your first day of class," Eraserhead says, scratching at a scar on his cheek. "You might as well come in, it's a busy day and you've got a lot to catch up on." Izuku trails behind, feeling like he's in some sort of dream only to startle at the loud cheers coming from the class. "Here's your new classmate, you all know him so I don't need to do an introduction. Don't harass him."

"I can't believe you made it, that is so manly!" A redheaded boy shouts enthusiastically.

"Congrats Midoriya!" Uraraka beams. "This is amazing! I told you he could do it, I told you! I told you!" She says, reaching forward and tugging on Iida's sleeve.

"As class president, I welcome you to the class, Midoriya. I will be sure to orient you to the duties and expectations of 1-A students over lunch," Iida says.

"Midoriya, you're in the seat behind Bakugou. You should recognize him; he beat you in the final round." Eraserhead looks at Kacchan, "barely." Kacchan doesn't say anything and continues to glare angrily out the window. Izuku is looking around with a stunned expression when there's a familiar heat prickling at his eyes.

"Woah, new kid is crying, what do we do?" a blond haired boy says.

"I imagine this is quite the shock, ribbit, I don't think he was told before," a frog girl croaks.

"Thank you for having me," Izuku says, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. "I'm going to do my best to keep up with everyone." It's probably not the best impression to make to his new classmates but how can he expect to be calm when his lifelong dream has just been thrust upon him?

"Alright, pull yourself together and sit down," Eraserhead says. "My name is Aizawa Shouta but you will refer to me as Sensei, got it?" Izuku nods and makes his way to the only empty seat in the room.

While Izuku is settling in, Midnight looks over at Aizawa. She raises an eyebrow but he brushes her off. The decision has been made and he's sticking by it.

"I want him," Eraserhead stated firmly in a faculty meeting the day after the Sports Festival. "I don't care how you do it but I want Midoriya Izuku in 1-A when classes resume."

"Really," Midnight said with a little laugh as she turned to her colleague. "You're normally so picky with students. It's amazing you'd actually go out of your way to select one, and someone who's quirkless no less."

"This isn't a joke, that boy has more potential than any other student out there. He has more than earned the right to train alongside the hero students," Eraser glared.

"Look Shouta," Present Mic said with a supplicating gesture. "I know you're probably sweet on him 'cause you also transferred from Gen Ed but there's no way he can really be a hero."

"Midoriya is intelligent and I must admit his performance was impressive," Blood King commented somewhat grudgingly. "But I agree with Yamada that he simply does not have the basic requirements of heroism."

"He did beat Todoroki-kun and Iida-kun," Cementoss added quietly. "And he gave Bakugou-kun a difficult time for a while. I believe that's an adequate demonstration of his abilities."

"Yeah, for a kid's Festival," Midnight interjected. "The villains out there in the real world aren't going to play nice. They're going to kill him dead and it will be our fault."

"We're not talking about the next All Might here," Eraser stressed. "We're talking about someone who is smart and tactical and would be a great asset to our ranks. If he's that good now, imagine what he can become with guidance."

"Alright, settle down," Principal Nedzu said and the bickering tapered off. "I concur with Aizawa-kun that Midoriya shows great promise for a small scale hero but I also hear Kayama-chan about the potential dangers he would face."

Nedzu paused and brought his paws together. "I'd like to hear from the 1-C homeroom teacher, no one here knows the boy better than him. Chiura-san, you've been working at the school for nearly 6 years and with heroes for much longer, what is your opinion on Midoriya Izuku's transfer to Heroics?"

"I think you would be fools not to take him," Chiura Hiro began sternly. "I've seen many students over the years but I've never seen someone as driven as Midoriya is. He has everything required of a great hero: skills, intelligence, compassion. He may not have a quirk but from the way I've seen him train, he's refused to let that get in the way."

"So you'd be willing to sentence him to death?" Midnight said, leaning forward. "Look, I have nothing but respect for you, Chiura-san, but I don't think it's right to throw a defenseless child into the kinds of situations we deal with on a daily basis."

"Let me tell you a little bit about Midoriya Izuku," Chiura said quietly. "He's not much to look at in the classroom. He's quiet, easily flustered and I've never met a young man who cries so freely." Chiura tilted his chin up with resolution. "But the true strength of his character, the reason I recommend him so strongly, is that Midoriya has this ability to bring out the best in people."

"If I may, he reminds me a bit of you, sir," Chiura elaborated, looking directly at All Might who has thus far been silent.

"There are plenty of heroes out there with strong quirks but the truly special ones inspire people and cause greater change in others. Midoriya turned three would-be slackers into hardworking students, helped socialize an anti-social boy and brought up the performance and morale of the entire class. Midoriya won't be your most powerful student, but he will be the one making the greatest changes. I believe he has the potential to reshape the industry."

"I've never seen Todoroki use his fire like he did at the Festival," Mic admitted with a shrug. "Midoriya was shouting something at him on the field but whatever it was, it got Endeavor's boy fired up in a way I haven't seen before." Mic blinked, "ha! Fired up! Get it?"

"I spoke to Todoroki after the Festival," Eraser added, ignoring Mic. "Despite receiving some of the worst injuries of the first years; he asked, practically demanded, that Midoriya take the open seat in 1-A. He said that no one deserved the spot more than Midoriya did."

"It's still an awful lot to place on a young boy's shoulders," Cementoss commented.

"It is, Heroics is a tremendous burden for all who join up," Chiura added. "Despite his condition, he has greater strength of heart than most people I've met. He's the kind of person who would carry his opponent off the field for medical treatment and would risk expulsion to make sure an injured friend wasn't alone. It's for that reason I give him my full recommendation."

"Alright, I think we've heard enough," Nedzu said, looking around the table. "Thank you Chiura-san, you've been very informative. We'll be making our final decision soon and we'll let you know what we decide."

"It was no trouble. Understand that I would not give this recommendation if I did not believe Midoriya had what it took to be a true hero." Chiura concluded with a nod before quietly excusing himself.

"Jeez, and he's one of the tougher GE teachers. I don't think I've heard him give a recommendation period not to mention a full one," Mic muttered under his breath.

"That should tell you that Midoriya belongs in 1-A," Eraser retorted.

"That's enough," Nedzu said, holding up his paws. "All the testimonies have been shared and all the evidence reviewed. We will begin our vote. Aizawa-kun has the most weight as it's his class but if too many of you disapprove then I can't in good conscience go ahead with the proposal. So, all in favor of Midoriya Izuku's transfer to 1-A effective immediately, please raise your hands."

"Now that we're done with that, we can move on," Aizawa-sensei begins. "Your hero informatics lecture is something special today. You'll be coming up with your hero names." The whole class cheers while Izuku looks around in terror. He literally just sat down in this class and he needs to choose a name already? The hero course certainly moves fast. Aizawa-sensei starts explaining about nominations and draft picks making Izuku feel so out of place.

Seriously, they couldn't have given him any notice.

"Here's a tally of this year's nominations," Sensei continues on, bringing up a projection on the screen. Kacchan and Todoroki had the most nominations by far with Tokoyami and Iida next and the rest were minimal.

"It's usually a bit more balanced but Midoriya's performance threw things off." Aizawa-sensei turns to face him, "Since you weren't enrolled in the hero course at the time, you were not eligible to receive nominations. Next week, while the others are at their internships, you'll be working with me to catch up."

"Y-yes Sensei," Izuku said looking at the board and trying not to feel self-conscious. He can't help but wonder if the reason he isn't listed is only because of his transfer. He beat Todoroki in the second round and the other boy still got over 2,000 nominations. He has to wonder if, even though he placed second overall, if anyone would have wanted to sponsor the quirkless kid.

"Excuse me," Iida announces, "you were saying about the internships?"

Aizawa-sensei continues to explain the role of the internships, the one he won't get to participate in, what they're for and why they need to choose hero names. Midnight saunters up to the front of the class and poses since apparently she'll be running this exercise. Sensei pulls a sleeping bag out from under his desk and... curls up in a corner and goes off to sleep. Izuku stares at him for a moment in concern. They sure do things differently here.

"Alright everyone," Midnight says as she hands out whiteboards. "Take some time to work on your hero names and be sure to think carefully on them. You could be stuck with them your entire career. Afterwards, you'll present them to the class. Be sure to give your quirk and proper name as well for the new boy." She smiles his way but Izuku is too busy staring down at the blank whiteboard in this hand.

What the hell is he supposed to write? This morning he thought his chances of transferring were in the negatives and now he's supposed to come up with a name that could define his future as a professional hero?

"Yo, Midoriya!" He turns towards dark haired boy seated next to him. "Welcome to the class, thank you so much for kicking Todoroki's ass for me," he grins. "By the way I'm Sero, nice to meetcha!"

"Ah well I wasn't really trying to hurt him," Izuku protests weakly as he looks over at Todoroki in the back row. His face is still a bit bruised but otherwise he looks fine; he nods at Izuku when he catches him looking. "But it's uh nice to meet you too."

"I'm Kirishima!" The redheaded boy shouts from across the room, "Dude, I gotta come over there and shake your hand. You are such an inspiration. We need to spar sometime; I totally want to go up against you." Kirishima says, walking over to Izuku's desk and clapping his shoulder.

"You're supposed to be coming up with your hero names, not chatting!" Midnight snaps impatiently.

"I already have my hero name and it's not everyday we get a new student," Kirishima retorts before turning back to Izuku. "I'm serious man, you were impressive as hell. Not just anyone can take down Todoroki and Iida, not to mention leading Bakugou around by the nose." Izuku sees Kacchan's shoulder tense up in front of him.

"K-Kacchan did really well in the finals, as always his technique is amazing and he really did a number on me. I'm going to need to work twice as hard if I want to get on his level." Izuku says peacefully, he'd like to avoid a fight on his first day if at all possible.

"Pfft," Izuku hears from across the room and sees the blond with the lightning bolt in his hair snorting into his hand, "Kacchan?"

"Seriously? That's what you call him?" Sero asks with a giant grin. "You got a death wish or something? I twitch my eyebrow and he threatens to kill me." Izuku sees Kacchan's shoulders begin to tremble with barely suppressed rage.

"Didn't Present Mic say you two went to middle school together?" The frog girl says from across the room. "You must have been close to have such a cute nickname, ribbit." She gives him a smile, "also I'm Asui but call me Tsuyu."

"Wait, does Kacchan have a cute name for you too?" The pink haired girl in front of As- Tsuyu says.

"Don't fucking call me that you goddamn extras!" Kacchan shouts, slamming his hands on his desk. "Fucking Deku is just such a goddamned loser that he keeps up with his stupid baby names."

"Deku?" Uraraka asks from across the room. "It's cute I like it, what does it mean?"

"It's an alternative reading of the kanji in my first name," Izuku says looking down at the blank whiteboard in front of him. "It means useless, basically."

"Aw, Kacchan that's not very nice," the lightning bolt guy says mockingly. "Jeez, I can't believe the two of you are actually friends."

"It's been a while. Kacchan and I live in the same neighborhood so we've known each other our whole lives." Izuku says, trying to remain neutral despite Kacchan seething so close to him. But he was done cowering, he was a hero student now. He'd earned his right to be here, to speak. "And he didn't really have friends so to speak, mostly people who were intimidated or impressed by his power and followed him around."

"Ouch," a girl with earphone jacks on her ears says, smiling into her palm. Kacchan turns around in his chair and gives Izuku a positively murderous look. Izuku stares back, he'd been hoping to avoid a fight but if Kacchan attacks then he'll will be ready.

"Bakugou, turn back around and everyone else get back to your assignment, gossip on your own time." Aizawa-sensei mutters from his corner, still curled up in his sleeping bag. Kacchan looks like he's going to protest before he aggressively spins around and begins scribbling furiously on his whiteboard.

Izuku is kind of jealous; he can't think of anything to write down on his. He'd been so focused on actually getting to this point that he'd never really planned for what would happen once he actually arrived. All the names he can think of are obvious derivatives of All Might which was not something he was going to announce to the class. Besides, he wants to be his own hero.

"Alright!" Midnight says all too soon. "I want to start seeing some names! Who's first?" So begins the procession of students who bring their whiteboards up and announce their code names. Some are better than others but soon, more and more people have presented and Izuku still has nothing. His first task as a hero and he can't come up with a single idea.

"King Explosion Murder!" Kacchan shouts as the class bursts into giggles.

"Why don't you try again?" Midnight says with exasperation. Kacchan sneers and stalks back over, throwing the whiteboard roughly on his desk. They make brief eye contact.

"The fuck are you looking at, Deku?" Kacchan demands, pulling out his chair so it slams into Izuku's desk. "Bad enough I gotta put up with you in the halls now I've got you watching me all the time in class. I told you to get the fuck away from me!" Izuku is about to comment that he can't exactly get away what with his desk being right there when a thought comes to him.

Izuku stares down at the white slate of his whiteboard and slowly writes out the word. He stares down at the name that has for so long been the bane of his existence. But he's not that person anymore. He placed second in the Sports Festival, beating three students with powerful quirks and holding own for awhile against Kacchan. He wasn't useless and that name didn't define him. Not unless he chose it to. Izuku walks to the front before he can second guess himself.

"Deku?" Uraraka says, "but I thought it was an-"

"It is or it was," Izuku says, turning his eyes over to Kacchan. He puts his chin out defiantly. "I've been called everything you can think of because I was quirkless but Deku, worthless, always seemed to hit the hardest." He breaks eye contact to look down at the sloppily written name.

"I'm so glad to be here but I can't forgot all the things I had to go through along the way. This name, it's mine whether I like it or not but I'm going to stop letting it control me and embrace it. By the time I graduate this course, I hope this name will come to mean perseverance or strength, not just to everyone but to me as well. I may be quirkless but I'm through being useless."

Izuku is blushes down to his toes as a few people cheer in response and he quickly rushes back to his seat, hiding his face behind the whiteboard. He can feel Kacchan's eyes on him but Izuku doesn't even bother to look his way. He's finally ready to let go. Deku can no longer hurt him, not when he's made it his own.

"Very inspiring, Midoriya," Midnight says. "All your names are going wonderfully. Keep 'em coming, we only have a few left!" The rest of the morning flies by and before he knows, the bell rings signaling the start of lunch. Izuku takes a deep breath and slides down in his chair. This day has been one thing after another; he just needs a few minutes to absorb everything.

"Welcome to the class," Todoroki says, coming up to him. "I was pleased to see you made it."

"Thanks, I did tell you I'd do my best," Izuku answers. It's hard to look at Todoroki's face with the remnants of Izuku's punches still visible and his slightly crooked nose a permanent reminder of Izuku's loss of control. "Listen, I um, I want to apologize again for-"

"It was a fight, I understand," Todoroki interrupts, holding up his hand. "Besides," he continues on in a quieter voice, "in a way I think I should be thanking you."

"Midoriya!" Uraraka says, bouncing over. "We have got to have lunch together, we have so much to catch up on!" She seems to just notice Todoroki, "Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?"

"No, I believe we're done. Congratulations again, Midoriya," Todoroki says, turning to leave. For a second, Izuku sees Shinsou's sad and lonely back.

"Wait, why don't we all have lunch together?" He turns to Uraraka, "Is that okay? I mean I don't want to impose but I'd like to get to know everyone and I still feel I need to make up for what happened in our fight and-"

"Of course, the more the merrier!" Uraraka says, smiling brightly at Todoroki who just looks out of place.

"Just not too much merriment," Iida says as he walks over. "We need time to orient Midoriya to the individual policies of 1-A in order to acclimate him and make him a proper, functioning member of the class."

"Woah, let the guy breathe," Kirishima adds. "I'd like to join too if ya don't mind. I have got to learn more about the most badass kid in our class." Izuku can't even begin to respond to that what the door to 1-A slides open with a bang.

"How could you lie to me?" Patrick wails. "I thought we were friends, man! We had to hear from Chiura-sensei that you'd been transferred!" He flies over and Izuku is half pulled out of his chair as Patrick holds him close. "Are you too cool for us Gen Ed kids now that you're a hero student?"

"I didn't know! I swear!" Izuku defends. "The principal caught me on my way to 1-C and just took me here. I didn't know until they pushed me inside."

"Um, hi?" Uraraka says, probably debating if she needed to intervene.

"Hey!" Patrick says, turning around to face the others while still maintaining his one-armed hug. "Man, you guys are so lucky you get Midoriya; he's like one of my most favorite guys."

"Takamitsu, stop handling Midoriya like he's a piece of meat," Korudo says with an exaggerated sigh from outside 1-A's classroom. "Honestly, he moved classes not countries."

"But it's the end of an era," Patrick whines. "He's going to be so busy kicking ass and taking names that he won't have time for us anymore."

"That's not true!" Izuku says, struggling out of Patrick's hold. "It's like we agreed before the Sports Festival, we'll always be friends, no matter what. You guys," he turns to see Taketsu and Shinsou have joined Korudo in 1-A's doorframe. "You guys are the best, there's no way I could have gotten here without all of you."

"Well, all I can say is you better not slack off or I'll be taking that seat from you," Shinsou smirks.

"Wow so this is a hero classroom, it looks like ours basically." Taketsu says, wandering in and looking around.

"Sure come on in, make yourselves at home," Aizawa-sensei mutters sarcastically from the floor as he inches forward, still curled up in his sleeping bag. Taketsu squeaks and half jumps into Shinsou's arms.

"Are you Deku's friends?" Uraraka asks, she gasps and covers her mouth before turning to Izuku. "I'm sorry it just slipped out, is that okay? I know you picked that name but it's also kind of sensitive."

"Yeah, no, it's fine. It's better when you say it," Izuku says. "Honestly I'm going to need to get used to it since I chose it and all. And yes, they are. This is Patrick, Shinsou, Korudo and Taketsu is our assistant rep in 1-C." Izuku says as he introduces his friends to his, well, new friends. "How'd it go uh this morning, when Chiura-sensei told you about me I mean?"

"Everyone flipped as you can imagine," Korudo says. "I'm happy for you but I've got to say it will be weird not having you around every day." He reaches over and ruffles Izuku's hair, "How am I supposed to keep these knuckleheads in line without you?"

"More importantly, how are the heroes going to keep Midoriya in line?" Shinsou says with a mischievous glint.

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad," Izuku protests even as Kirishima and Uraraka and a few others lean forward in anticipation.

"This I gotta hear," Kirishima says with a grin. "So what can we expect from our newest student?"

"Tears, so many tears, I have met babies that cry less than Midoriya," Korudo nods sagely.

"That's not true!" Izuku adds but no one's paying him any mind.

"Hmm, he did start sobbing as soon as he walked in," Sero grins thoughtfully.

"Also he'll fight any one at any time," Patrick interjects. "For your own safety, don't ask to spar with him unless you're serious because he'll go to town on you. My bruises have bruises." Patrick complains as he rubbed his bottom.

"Ok, first off, you guys asked me to train you and second-"

"He's driven like you can't believe," Taketsu says, talking over him. "You'll get exhausted trying to keep up with him. I'm pretty sure he doesn't sleep at all."

"Also he's protective as hell," Shinsou continues. "Midoriya would light himself on fire if he thought it'd help someone out. Basically," he drawls out, "he's kind of an idiot."

"But he's our idiot," Patrick says enthusiastically, "and now he's yours too I guess. You gotta watch out for him for us, make sure he doesn't go overboard like that time he was so tired he took the wrong train and ended up in Shinjuko before he noticed."

"That was one time," Izuku says even as everyone starts laughing at his expense. But it's not like back in the day when Kacchan and his followers used to push him around. This is friendly teasing, friends just giving him a hard time. His heart feels ready to burst, look at how many people he has in his life.

"Oh I've got to hear more," Kirishima says. "Come on, let's snag a table at lunch and keep talking. I want to hear all the details, all the better to watch out for him." He says as he gives Patrick a friendly punch on the shoulder.

"We'll be here all day if you really want all the details." Patrick says, rubbing the spot Kirishima punched.

"I think we're going to need a bigger table," Taketsu says with a wry grin.

[frisfras]

Tiny Guys

“Why the fuck am I here again?” Shouto groaned as Ochako dragged him along. Izuku wasn’t being dragged along by the arm. This isn’t fair.

“Because I like you, Roki!” Ochako smiled. “Also you were unlucky enough to come downstairs when we were about to leave. I would’ve done the same to anyone else.” He groaned a little louder.

Izuku giggled. “Don’t worry Shouto, it’s just a little shopping. You’ll live.”

“What are you talking about? I’m dying as we speak. I’ll be dead by the time we reach wherever the hell we’re going.”

Ochako only gave an amused snort as his suffering. Evil. But he was curious.

“So what are we shopping for?”

“I promised the girls that I’d get snacks.”

“And I need socks. My feet always get super cold so I always wear socks. Because of that, the socks I have are wearing thin and getting holes in them. It’s annoying.”

“I could warm your feet for you,” Shouto said without thinking. The moment his brain caught up with his mouth he started mentally screaming. He could’ve sworn someone clamped their hands over their ears.

“Holy shit that sounds like some sort fetish! I’m not sure how but it does!”

Shouto immediately started swatting at her. “I didn’t mean it like that! I mean everyone uses me as a portable heater and cooler anyway!”

“Aww! So Deku gets privileges because you’ve got a huge crush on him?”

“Die.”

Neither payed much attention to Izuku’s sputtering and muttering because one was laughing her ass off and the other was trying to vaporize her with his eyes.

“OH WOW LOOK WE’RE HERE LET’S GO GUYS!” He dashed into the store before he even finished that sentence.

“Oh. We’re here. I’ll let go of you but if you try to run I’ll actually break your leg.”

“I’ve never broken a bone before…fuck I don’t think I have anyway.”

Ochako beamed at him. “Then don’t break that streak now.” Shouto decided that Ochako Uraraka is terrifying. He already knew that but still.

She slowly let go of him, and when he showed no signs of running, went into the store. He followed behind because he knows better. Technically there was a loophole he could’ve exploited there, but the risk just wasn’t worth it. And things might get boring if he just stood out there all day anyway.

He could barely see Izuku somewhere towards the back of the store. It wasn’t a big store by any means, but it wasn’t exactly tiny either. Doesn’t help that Izuku’s short. Ochako’s shorter she feels taller than she actually is. Izuku? Microscopic.

“Snacks for the girls, snacks for the girls, la la la la snacks for the girls.” Ochako sang as she scrutinized the snack options available to her.

Shouto hummed. “What about snacks for the boys?”

“Boys don’t exist.” She countered without missing a beat. He couldn’t say anything to that. He just nodded. She went back to singing.

Then Izuku ran up to them with something in his hands. It was clamped between them and his eyes twinkled.

“Guys. Guys look. I found something.” Both glanced at each other.

“What is it Deku?”

He opened his hand. “It’s a little man.”

Shouto’s eyes widened. It was a little man alright, it was a little man of him! He glared at Ochako just before she started laughing. This didn’t stop her of course, but can you blame a guy for trying?

“Holy shit it’s Tiny-Roki! Look at him…just a little bastard. Are you going to keep him? Where did you find him?”

Izuku turned on his heel and they followed. “I will treasure this little man forever. He’s just little.”

Why did Shouto feel like he was one step closer to hell with each step he took?

It’s because he was. They found some tiny guys of their class and pro heroes right there for the taking. And they were all cheap.

Hell has a name and it’s Tiny Guys. The brand name wasn’t actually known, but Tiny Guys just felt right.

Ochako’s eyes narrowed on a Tiny-Zuku and a Tiny-Iida. “Now I have my boys in miniature.”

Shouto blinked. “What about me?”

“What about you?” He nodded. What else could he do?

“Ochako, don’t be mean,” Izuku chided. He then picked up a Tiny Guy of Endeavor. “Wanna see how durable it is when we get back to the dorms?”

“I would love to.” Ochako snorted at the sparkle in his eyes. She probably muttered ‘gay’ under her breath.

“And if it’s more durable than it looks we can toss it. It’s small and with my quirk it’ll be hurtling through space in no time.”

Izuku gasped. “I’m supposed to be shopping for socks!”

“Shocking,” Todoroki said with a completely flat face. Izuku tossed a Tiny Guy at him, but it missed by a mile. Not like it mattered since Izuku was already gone to wherever the hell the socks might be.

There was silence for a little while as Ochako and Shouto just stood there. “Aren’t you supposed to be snack shopping?”

“Yeah, but let’s see how many Tiny Guys they have of our teachers. And let’s give one to each of them.”

They spent more time than they thought they would on finding Tiny Guys. Unsurprisingly, they didn’t find one of Mr. Aizawa. They did find ones of Ms. Jumon, Present Mic, Cementoss (surprisingly! It looked horrible!), and, also unsurprising, All Might. Didn’t find one of Ectoplasm though.

“That’s enough time wasted on Tiny Guys. Let’s go snack shopping. Or something?”

Ochako sighed as she stuffed the Tiny Teachers into her pocket. “Let’s go get some snacks for the girls.”

Shouto obediently followed after if only because he knows there will be hell to pay if he doesn’t.

In the end, they ended up getting chocolate, chocolate, more chocolate, and a bag of chips.

“Why in god’s name do you need so much chocolate?”

“We like chocolate. What, are you too good for chocolate? First coffee, then chocolate? For shame Shouto Todoroki!”

“I like chocolate,” he defended, “but I don’t overdo it! This is clearly too much. And coffee tastes terrible unless it’s mostly sugar and creamer anyway.”

Ochako grimaced. “No wonder Deku likes you. Both heathens in that regard. But you’re more of a heathen in general so nothing’s new.”

“Wow.”

“Hey guys I got the socks!” Izuku presented his socks proudly. Variety pack with different heroes. “Did you guys get the snacks?”

“You mean the chocolate and the chips? If that’s what you meant then yes, we did.” Ochako slapped Shouto hard on the back for that.

“I see,” Izuku smiled. “So should we check out or…and where are the Tiny Guys?”

Ochako smacked her pocket. Izuku nodded. Shouto sighed. “Wanna go to the dorms now.”

“Oh hush! We’ll be back soon but we have to pay for everything.”

All he did was groan and rest his head on Izuku’s shoulder. Izuku gave his face a comforting pat. It was nice.

Everything was paid for and they headed back to the dorms. Shouto decided to be difficult and had Izuku give him a piggy back ride. Not that Izuku minded of course, but Ochako took exactly one picture and sent it to the class group chat. So he’ll have to deal with that when he got back.

As expected they were surrounded. Everyone gathered around to watch as the Mysterious Shouto Todoroki was carried by Not-So-Mysterious Izuku Midoriya.

Momo, however, practically tackled Ochako. “Did you bring the snacks?!”

Ochako presented the grocery bag and the girls gathered around. Mina gasped like she was in love. “Chocolate. So much chocolate.”

“And chips, ribbit.” Tsuyu added. “Exactly one bag.”

Ibara took the bag before Kyouka could stick her hands inside. “Perhaps we should get started with the preparation before we indulge in snacks?”

Izuku set down Shouto, who tried his damndest to not be put down. “What are you guys planning anywa— OCHAKO DID YOU PAY FOR THE GUYS?!”

Ochako’s sharp inhale suggested that she completely forgot about them until now.

Sero looked between them. “What are you guys talking about?”

Izuku and Ochako dug through their pockets. Their pockets produced Tiny Guys. Ochako had ones of most of the teachers, Izuku, and Tenya. Izuku had one of Shouto and one of Endeavor.

Tenya couldn’t see from where he was and got in closer. “What’s going on— is that a tiny me?” He sounded both horrified and amazed. So exactly how Shouto felt when he saw his own Tiny Guy.

“Maybe.”

There was silence for a long while as everyone stared at the Tiny Guys.

Until Momo slammed two pans together. “EVERYONE OUT NOW! It’s girls night and if you don’t have a room on the girl’s side get the fuck out! I will not have my plans ruined!”

(They never did go back to pay for the tiny men

And they’re surprisingly durable. The Endeavor one’s in space. Maybe.

When class started the next day Present Mic stared at his Tiny Man for a full minute before shoving him into his pocket and carrying on as usual

Most of the other teachers had similar reactions. Except for Cementoss who looked absolutely sad and offended. Ochako never felt worse in her entire life.

And the other Tiny Men? They’re in safe hands.)