#me playinf around with fusions

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Hey so do you guys remember when I was constantly rebloging BNHA stuff, and the thing about me being obsessed with KHReborn? No? Because I do, and im still obsessed. You can pry Reborn from my cold, dead hands

Anyway, here’s a thing I wrote a while ago about Izuku being Tsuna’s cousin.

Its poorly written, but I might pick it up at some point and edit it, so tell me what you think?

News of his father’s death are… well, surprising, mostly. When they get the letter, his mother cries herself hoarse, while he tries to help her and take care her of her while she grieves. He doesn’t know what to think. It’s not that he didn’t love the man, because he did, but the memories he has of his father playing with him and sharing moments with him are distant and dim. It’s not that he doesn’t love his father, it’s just that this love is the one most people would have for a distant relative, rarely seen and barely known. His death saddens Izuku, really, but it doesn’t affect his day-to-day life in the least, and he is left with the realization that Midoryia Renji had only a very small place in his life.

His mom grieves. She cries, and she hugs him fiercely. She stays nearly catatonic when comes the question of the funerals, and then she freezes. She looks like a hollowed husk of herself, and Izuku misses her more than he ever did his father.

Then, as she picks herself up, pieces by pieces, she decides to work more. She goes back to work after nearly fifteen years, and keeps long and tiring days to try and keep them afloat. Renji’s life insurance helps, but it’s not enough, and soon, Izuku and his mother barely see each other anymore. By the time their life seems to have found some semblance of balance, Izuku’s final year of middle school is nearly over, and he has to accept he probably won’t manage to get into Yuuei. Besides, he is thinking about finding a part-time job, because even though his mom is doing the best she can, he can see she’s having a bit of a hard time providing for them both, and helping her by getting a bit of money himself surely wouldn’t hurt.

He’s so caught up in helping his mother he doesn’t except her own action to get them in a better place. He’s surprised enough that he doesn’t protest when she tells him that they need to talk.

“I want you to try the exam entrance for another high school.” She says.

Izuku’s eyebrows shot up. This is not at all what he excepted.

“Mom…”

“This isn’t about your grades.” Inko smiles, with pride in her eyes. “I know you have very good grades, so you won’t have a problem entering the high school you want. I think you even have a chance with Yuuei’s general course. This is not about that.”

She pauses, long enough that Izuku think he might have to ask her to clarify herself, but then, she continues, with a halted voice.

“Since your father died… things have not been easy, you know that, right?” Izuku nods, and she goes on, with a sad little smile. “I’m sure you have noticed, but the money I make is not quite as much as what we had when he was still alive, and I haven’t had lot of time for you recently. Which is why I would like for us to get closer to your aunt next year. You probably don’t remember her very much, I know, but we’ve been in contact since Renji died, and she offered me to help us a bit several times… and I want to accept.” Izuku wants to protest, but she forges on. “I know it’s hard to move so suddenly, and if you get into Yuuei, we will find a way for you to stay around, but otherwise, I think we should better go to Namimori. Your cousin is only a few years older, and Nana tells me he has lots of friends, and I’m sure you’ll find some too.”

Izuku wants to protest, but his mother looks determined and tired, and the words die on his tongue.

“You should go there for the summer, to begin to get acclimated, and I want you to take the exam entrance to their high school. You’ll have time to find your mark before I can sell the house and find a new job around Namimori, alright?”

There’s about a million protests in Izuku’s throat, but in the end, he nods, and says nothing.

 His cousin kind of looked like him, Izuku decided, stealing glances at the older boy. Sawada ‘just call me Tsuna’ Tsunayoshi, shared his wide eyes, and his hair were certainly as fluffy as Izuku’s own. Izuku didn’t remember his father having any kind of fluffy hair, and Nana’s hair were as flat as his mom’s, but it seemed the tendency to have gravity-defying strands was running in this side of his family. Tsuna was nice and awkward, as far as Izuku could tell, and he even had caught him muttering to himself once already. It did seem like they were related after all.

Nana had been cheerful – almost frighteningly so – at the idea of hosting a barely known family member in her house. Izuku had been surprised, but not for long, as it seemed Sawada Nana was in fact happy to host half of Tsuna’s friends on a regular basis. Those friends – and maybe Izuku should just stop excepting anything normal altogether – seemed to be, in part, young children, and it seemed that among the Sawada household’s permanent residents, there were Lambo, eight years old and constantly playing with worryingly realistic grenades, and Reborn, five years old and never to be seen without a perfectly fitted suit or a weird costume on.

The Sawada family, Izuku had determined, after no more than thirty minutes into their house, was weird.

Soon enough, once Izuku had been ushered into his room for the duration of his stay – Nana had cheerfully explained that the house had been renovated and made bigger to accommodate the new guests (and again, didn’t those kids have parents with a house of their own?) – the woman had sent them all out of the house while she was making dinner – to get ice-cream.

Never in Izuku’s life getting ice-cream had been such an ordeal. He didn’t mind, exactly, because in the past, those kinds of event had only been shared with his mom (ang in a distant past, with Kacchan), but the sheer number of Tsuna’s friends made the whole experience pretty confusing. They met in a park nearby, and Tsuna quickly introduced him as the son of his mother’s brother (weirdly convoluted when he could have just said cousin, but at this point Izuku had stopped trying to understand the Sawadas) to his group of friends. And they were a group. There were already three of them waiting for Tsuna and him to arrive, five if you counted the two children already with them, and then they just kept coming.

Izuku was introduced to all of them, while quietly trying not to hyperventilate. First, a silver-haired teen with European feature introduced himself, managing to seem both wary and politely welcoming when he shook Izuku’s.

“It is an honor to meet the Tenth’s cousin.” He said, which… Tenth? Tenth of what? There was a sigh coming from the side Tsuna was on that sounded somewhat reproachful.

“Ahah, Gokudera, no need to be so formal” A tall boy with a cheerful smile on patted the previous teen on the back with enough force to break the other boy’s pose. “I’m Yamamoto” he made a small sailor salute, “nice to meet you.”

“What the fuck, baseball freak!” Gokudera suddenly rounded on him, instantly losing any calm he had seemed to have. Yamamoto only laughed heartily, even as he avoided a punch to the guts.

“I’m Chrome. Nice to meet you.” Izuku jumped slightly as a soft voice addressed him to his left. It belonged to a girl with an eyepatch and a blue ponytail.

“Ah, hello. I’m Izuku.”

She nodded, as if they had reached some sort of agreement, and said nothing more. Then Izuku waited with them for a handful of minutes, standing awkwardly by their side. Tsuna glanced his way from time to time, but he mostly stayed concentrated on Lambo and Chrome, chatting with them about ice-cream flavor and the toys Lambo wanted for his apparently upcoming birthday. Gokudera had stopped listening to them and was berating at Yamamoto, who didn’t seem to mind, and actually looked like he sort of enjoyed being yelled at by the shorter teenager. The other child, Reborn, was somehow perched on a nearby tree, and was observing the scene while petting his lizard.

Nervously, Izuku tried to make a tentative guess at the members of the group’s quirk. The subject hadn’t come up, but he couldn’t help but be nervous about the usual question of “what’s your quirk?” that always cut short his attempt at finding friends. Gokudera’s quirk was actually pretty easy to guess, since he seemed to be using it to make himself more intimidating as he berated Yamamoto. The silver-haired teenager wore a chain with a ring on his neck, and as he was talking, the metal link rose a bit into the air, seemingly immune by gravity. The hothead probably had the same kind of quirk as his mother: the ability to telepathically move small objects. It seemed more potent than his mother’s though, and Izuku wondered if Gokudera had trained himself to reinforce his quirk. Maybe he was a training hero? With his temper, that probably would not be an easy task but it’s not like it had stopped Kacchan… Something that felt like a stone fell down his stomach, heavy and cold. He hadn’t even told Kacchan he was moving away. He hadn’t been able to deal with the mixture of relief and shame that came with getting away from his former friend. Here, Kacchan couldn’t get to him, and he hadn’t had to do anything. Kacchan couldn’t hurt him and he couldn’t see him, and the turmoil of emotions this created was something Izuku could not yet bring himself to face.

Izuku tried to distract himself by trying to deduce the others’ quirk, but to no avail. None of his interaction with the rest of Tsuna’s friends betrayed any kind of quirk that he could identify. Maybe Chrome used something to make herself more discrete, which would explain why he hadn’t heard her before, but that could also have just been him being distracted, or her just not making much noise in the first place. Despite being slightly overwhelmed, he welcomed gratefully the arrivals of the rest of Tsuna’s friends, which forced him to stop thinking about a certain blond.

He was introduced to them as well. There were two girls: Haru, an energetic dark-haired girl, and Kyoko, with a nice smile, and red hair. Kyoko came with her big brother, apparently called Ryohei, and who was, to use his own word… “extreme”. It seemed that with them all of the friends Tsuna was waiting for had arrived, and they all took off towards the little ice-cream parlor.

“So,” began the dark-haired girl – Haru – as they walked side to side “I didn’t know Tsuna had a cousin. Where are you from?”

They began discussing about minor things, sometimes interrupted by Kyoko who divided her attention between their conversation, and talking to Tsuna about a cake she had apparently eaten recently with a girl named Hana. Izuku found that he rather enjoyed himself, and that Haru really was nice and interesting, up until a dreaded question came up.

“So you’re going to high school next year, right? What do you want to do later on?”

“Err…” Izuku hesitated a bit, rubbing the latest burn mark Kacchan had left him under his sleeved hoodie. “I don’t really know… I wanted to be a hero when I was a kid, but now I think it might not be for me…” Some kind of stillness seemed to fall on the group, and Izuku imagined he had seen Tsuna going very tense before them. In a fit of blind panic, he desperately tried to reroute the conversation.

“What about you?” And maybe the word were a bit wobbly, but Izuku was proud of himself for having uttered them anyway. Besides, Haru seemed to roll with it with no problem, so it had worked the way he had intended it to.

“Hahi? Me? Ah, it’s true that we only have one year of high school left…”, she smiled wide and bright. “I’m going to study economics, to help Tsu-kun take over the world!”

Tsuna, this time, choked on air, while Yamamoto laughed high and bright, gently patting him on the back, and Ryohei launched in a “extreme” moment. Gokudera immediately reacted as well, gunning for the girl.

“What did you just say, idiot woman?! The Tenth asked for discretion, do you even know what that is??”

“Don’t call me that, you macho Italian jerk!” retorted Haru, pouting in an angry way.

“Ahah, there’s no need to be so serious, Gokudera! This was just a joke!” Yamamoto grabbed the other boy, putting an arm around his shoulders, and effectively keeping him from trying to strangle Haru. Gokudera struggled and spit angry curses at Yamamoto, though he didn’t seem to actually be making any headway out of the taller teen’s arms. Haru huffed and Kyoko giggled, and all the while, Izuku stood, confused but happy that the derailed conversation had completely distracted anyone from asking more about his abilities – or lack thereof.

“Aah sorry about that” Tsuna had turned toward him, looking at the group still divided between anger, dramatically unnecessary enthusiasm, and fits of laughing with a tired but fond expression. “they like to tease me about stuff.” He was scratching at the back of his head in a quite obvious show of nervousness. “I hope you’re not feeling too left out…”

A bit, wanted to say Izuku. But this was actually the first time he was brought into a group of persons who didn’t seem to feel disdain toward him, so he hardly felt the need to complain.

“It’s okay.” He ended up saying, and Tsuna smiled at him, shy but bright like a sun.

They got ice-cream, and they learnt to know each other. Somehow, without Izuku knowing how or why, the subject of quirk wasn’t breached the whole time, as he learnt that Tsuna and Yamamoto didn’t know what to do after high school, that Gokudera didn’t want to go to university, but that there was no doubt in anyone minds that he would anyway because Tsuna insisted that he shouldn’t waste his obvious talent and taste for studies on his behalf. It also became obvious really quickly, that even though they all seemed to be interesting and wonderfully weird in their own right, they all gravitated around Tsuna. Haru and Gokudera were the most obvious one, as they constantly referenced his opinions on various subject, but there was the way Yamamoto kept including him, the way Kyoko looked at him, with a hint of fondness and pride, and the fact that Chrome and Ryohei interacted with him even when they mostly didn’t with the rest of their crew. Even Reborn, the suspicious child that definitely didn’t act as if he was five years old, stuck pretty close to Tsuna, and talked to him, sometimes, in too quiet a voice for Izuku to hear. It seemed as if Tsuna shone a private light, something only his friends were privy to. Not to say that Izuku didn’t understand the pull, as well. His cousin, despite his awkwardness, seemed to degage some sort of tranquil benevolence, and his smiles somehow seemed to make the surrounding brighter and kinder.

 They are getting back, Lambo asleep and carried into Tsuna’s arms, and Reborn nowhere in sight (“he will be back” Izuku’s cousin had said, without further explanation), when the older boy speaks up.

“Why did you give up on becoming a hero?”

Izuku blinked, taken aback for a second.

“I just… don’t really have the capacities for it, I guess…”

Tsuna hummed, still looking straight ahead.

“You seem smart, though… And determined too. I’m sure you could do it.”

Izuku didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say, and besides, it sounded like the advice of someone who didn’t know anything about him, not even that he didn’t have a quirk.

Tsuna went on, softly, still looking right ahead instead of at Izuku.

“A few years ago, I didn’t have any friends… Everyone called me Dame-Tsuna.”

He looks pensive for a moment, and then looked at Izuku, bright smile and all.

“Things change.”

Izuku staid stunned for a moment, not really knowing what to say. Fortunately, Tsuna didn’t seem to expect him to, and turned back towards the road. They were in fact nearing the house and the younger teen was grateful for an opportunity to escape the conversation with his cousin. Inexplicably, Reborn, the five years old, was waiting for them at the door, and tried to kick Tsuna in the ankles, muttering something that was too low for Izuku to understand. Tsuna easily avoided him, answering in the murmur of what sounded like a foreign language.

 Days like these went on and neither Tsuna nor Nana ever asked to know his quirk, to his relief. During the day, Izuku would accompany Tsuna on his errands and on meetings with friends or stay at home. He had come to appreciate Haru and Yamamoto a lot, even if they didn’t always make much sense, but Gokudera reminded him too much of Kacchan, and he tried to avoid the boy when they met. With time, he had come to notice some kind of pattern in Tsuna’s friends. Apart from Gokudera, who would make small objects around him levitate whenever he got angry with Yamamoto (which tended to happen fairly often, as far as Izuku could tell), none of Tsuna’s friends boasted their quirk, nor talked about them, which was a new and strange experience for Izuku. Even Tsuna, Nana, Lambo and Reborn’s quirks remained a mystery even after a full week living with them.

What had ticked Izuku’s curiosity was also the hushed conversation some of them had sometimes, in what was obviously a foreign language. During a conversation, Izuku had gathered the fact that Gokudera had been born in Italy, and it seemed most likely he spoke Italian, but the fact that most of his friend seemed to understand his alien sounding curses, and that Tsuna and Chrome at least seemed able to hold a conversation in italian seemed a tad strange to Izuku. And if that had been the only thing odd about the group he might have let it go, but Tsuna’s friends shared more strange features. They had an eerie way of moving, for example: not only did they seem to follow Tsuna most of the time, but even when they didn’t, they seemed to always fall back on a kind of loose formation, most of the time with Izuku, or Kyoko at the center of the group of friends. It was so organic to the way they moved that Izuku might not even have noticed it were it not for Gokudera and Yamamoto. Because as much as they bickered (if one could call it that), they mostly stayed close to one another at all time (or maybe it was Yamamoto that stayed close? It was honestly hard to tell), and if Gokudera wasn’t around Yamamoto, he was glued to Tsuna’s side. So the one time Izuku had realized the Italian boy wasn’t kicking Yamomoto’s ankles or gushing around Tsuna, his curiosity had been picked, and he had realized they formed a sort of triangular formation around him. They were just getting some food for Nana to prepare the next meal, but Tsuna was at Izuku’s right, Gokudera at his left, and Yamamoto behind them three.

And the rings. A ring that calm, nice, gentle Tsuna wore on his middle finger like some kind of rebellious kid. A ring that constantly floated out of Gokudera’s shirt, reverently wore on a chain when the boy had four or five others on his hands at all time. A ring that adorned Chrome’s thumb. Even Yamamoto wore one, on a chain on his pants, and Izuku was pretty sure he had seen the glitter of another in Lambo’s hair. They all matched, with the same form and the same ornaments (maybe Tsuna’s was slightly bigger?), and they were all carefully worn, not flaunted for anyone to see. Even Izuku, who could be said to be fairly observant, had took several meetings and a few hours to realize their existence, and their similarity. And supposing all of Tsuna’s friends had one, he had yet to see Ryohei’s, Kyoko’s and Haru’s.

Tsuna himself was rather suspicious. On the days he did not spend with Izuku, he almost inevitably came back home with at least some bruises and cuts, and a faint smell of burned tissue. Most people would probably have missed the smell, but Izuku had been friend with Kacchan, then had been tormented by him, sometimes on a physical level. He knew exactly what smoke smelled like, even the faintest hints of it.

His running hypothesis was that Tsuna and his friend were some kind of gangsters. He would even have believed it, too, if his cousin and his friends weren’t so nice.

If you’re wondering, this is an universe fusion, so basically, the mafia still exists, along with rings and stuff, but Tsuna and co also have quirks, if you wanna make guesses. ;D