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the-storming-sea · 4 years ago

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For prompts: Todoroki using every single Toshi-Izuku interaction to add to his "Izuku is All Might's secret love child' conspiracy board

Tfw its been like two to three days but Many Things have happened in that time. Oops

Uh, anyways–

"Dude. What. The. Fuck."

Sero, Kirishima, and Yaoyorozu stared, wide-eyed and nearly slack-jawed from the futon they currently sat at. Across from them, hanging off the wall was a large pinboard, polaroid pictures and newspapers articles with certain words and pictures circled in with bright red marker tacked onto different places, red string connecting each and every single one of those pictures together.

And in front of that pinboard stood Todoroki Shouto, one of the most powerful students at UA, son of the current Number One Hero, wide-eyed and wild-haired and probably, by definition, out of his fucking mind.

"Listen. I'm not crazy–"

"Literally everything that's happening now is providing evidence to the contrary."

"–but All Might is Midoriya's father."

"That's." Kirishima blinked, once, his brain attempting to process what his classmate was saying. "What?"

"All Might. Is. Midoriya's. Father," Todoroki said, slower, like he was trying to explain quantum physics to a toddler. Or to anyone.

"Todoroki, All Might's never been in a public relationship before," Yaoyorozu replied, slower. Of all of Todoroki's eccentricities, this had to be the weirdest one yet. "Not to mention, all of All Might's speculated relationships have been with men."

"Then at least one of his partners is trans, or he's trans!"

"They don't even look the same!"

"Then Midoriya gets his looks from his mother! They have the same quirk! They practically act the same!" Todoroki threw his hands up in exasperation, frost creeping on the side of his fingers. "I'm still right!"

"Bro, you've met Midoriya's mother."

"Artificial insemination! Adoption! Again, secret love child!"

Todoroki slapped his hand on the board, slightly burning the edges of one of the newspaper clippings. "Look, see here," he said, pointing to the clipping. Kirishima tentatively walked up, squinting at the headline. "Read this."

"'Mystery Samaritans Found Cleaning Up Takoba Beach.'" Kirishima frowned. "So?"

Sero's eyes brightened. "Oh, I remember that! I used to go to the beach all the time with my family," he said. "What's that gotta do with anything?"

"Look at this photo!"

Kirishima turned his eyes towards the photo, frowning. His eyes widened in shock.

"Holy shit, is that Midoriya?"

"Huh, so it is," Yaoyorozu said. "And...is that...?"

"YES!" Todoroki exclaimed, once again slapping his hand on the pinboard and startling his friends. "All Might, as he currently looks now, and Midoriya found at Takoba beach a full year before the school year starts. That means they knew each other before the school year started!"

"You repeated yourself."

"I know I know I know but why," Todoroki pressed, taking a deep breath, "why would All Might, in his weakened state before Kamino, be seen with Midoriya unless...unless that was his secret son."

He clapped his hands together just as he was finishing his point, clearly pleased by his argument. The three stared back at him, slightly alarmed.

"Or...maybe he just met him recently and they decided to clean the beach together," Yaoyorozu said tentatively. "It could happen."

"Or, or they decided to train for Midoriya's UA Exam together by lifting appliances at the beach! Or working out around the beach a year before!" he protested. "My father used to make me train by lifting up heavy objects ten times my size and pushing my quirk before the UA exam too!"

Sero frowned. "Todo, I know good parenting is a foreign concept to you, but comparing your relationship with your dad to Midoriya and All Might maybe isn't the best of ideas."

"I'm pretty sure Iida used to train with his hero brother in a very normal way," Todoroki nearly fucking pouted. The guy was really fired up– metaphorically and a little bit literally, judging by his floor. "But, but anyway, what I'm trying to say was that All Might, trying to make sure Midoriya would be strong enough for the entrance exam, made him clean up the beach because he was helping to train his son!"

Kirishima stared at him. "Bro."

"I'm right! Not to mention, why would he be in his thinner state around Midoriya if he wasn't his son?!"

"Maybe he told him about the weakened form back then by accident?" Sero said. "Todoroki, seriously. You're looking too deep into this."

"I agree," Yaoyorozu said. She loved her friend, truly, but as good as it was for Todoroki to exhibit any other emotion besides confusion and rage, this couldn't be healthy for him.

Todoroki groaned. "Okay, okay, fine. Exhibit B!" He pointed to a picture of All Might and Midoriya walking into All Might's office. "They eat lunch together! Who does that with a teacher?!"

Kirishima hummed. "Okay, I'll give you that one," he said, looking back at the others. "You gotta admit, that is a little suspicious."

"You forget, Midoriya broke his bones a lot at the beginning of the year just by activating his quirk," Yaoyorozu said, calmly. "As the Heroics teacher, All Might would want to make sure they can find a way for Midoriya to improve his quirk use without breaking his bones, so it would make sense for All Might to meet up with Midoriya out of class."

"But why continuously?!" Todoroki pressed. "Even after Midoriya got a handle of his quirk?!"

Yaoyorozu frowned. "Well, Bakugo meets with them now. Is Bakugo All Might's son too?"

"Details, details," Todoroki said with a wave of his hand. "Bakugo's practically Midoirya's boyfriend anyways. All Might probably wants to vet him or something."

"Somehow I believe that less than your 'All Might is Midoriya's dad' theory."

"They're going to get together, just you wait," Todoroki said. "Anyways, back to business. It's not just at school too! Even now that we're in the dorms, lately All Might will eat with Midoriya, alone, just the two of them!"

He pointed to another picture of Midoriya and All Might eating meat buns on a bench, no one else in sight, lightly chatting. "See! It would make sense if All Might ate with any one of us, or if there was a bigger crowd, but it's just those two! That's a normal parenting thing, right?"

"Dude how did you even get that picture."

"Irrelevant."

Yaoyorozu ran her eyes over the full board again, wincing internally. As...off-putting as her friend's efforts were, he did have a point. All Might's actions towards Midoriya were unprecedented of a teacher, Aizawa would certainly never be caught dead with any of them. And sure, they simply could be good friends who met a little before the Takoba news article picture, friends could be of all ages after all, but with the way All Might treated Midoriya daily, it was getting more and more likely that Todoroki's theory was correct. Which had some very interesting implications and also a media shitstorm on its way if it was true.

"And," Todoroki continued, now rambling as fast as Midoriya was, "did you know that All Might visited the Midoriya's to talk about the dorm system alone?"

Kirishima's mouth dropped. "Seriously?"

Todoroki nodded, eyes wide and a small smile on his face. "Aizawa-sensei told us himself back when he asked my father if I could stay in the dorms! My father asked where All Might was and Aizawa-sensei told him that they split up right before the Midoriya's!"

Sero's eyes widened. "Okay, I will admit that that's weird."

"I know right?!" Todoroki exclaimed, out of breath and restlessly pacing the floor. "Not only that, but All Might was one of the first people Midoriya texted right after he got his hero license. And Midoriya ended up interning with a hero who All Might knows directly and worked with Nighteye during his work-study who's All Might's only sidekick! And then Midoriya was invited personally to I-Island by All Might! And–"

Knock knock.

The group froze.

"Young Todoroki? Can I speak with you?"

Fuck.

Todoroki tentatively walked over to his door, opening it just enough to find All Might standing behind it, a worried expression on his face. "Are you all alright? The kids downstairs reported a lot of yelling, and I think you may have frozen and burnt through your floor?"

Todoroki looked back at his floor, which now looked slightly more like the training room back home than it did his dorm room. "Right. I can pay for that."

"No need my boy, just make sure it doesn't happen again or I think Aizawa'll have all of our heads," All Might chuckled. He then frowned, slightly opening the door more. "What on Earth is that?"

His eyes were pointed directly behind Todoroki, to the pinboard the high schooler had been deliriously gesturing towards for the past few minutes. Kirishima, Sero, and Yaoyorozu stared at each other awkwardly, shuffling their feet.

"Um...well, y'see–"

"All Might, is Midoriya your illegitimate child?"

The air paused. Everyone turned their eyes to the teen.

All Might blinked. "I'm sorry...what?"

WHAT THE FUCK, TODOROKI?!

"Todoroki, bro, you can't just ask shit like that!" Kirishima exclaimed, who now, like the many people around him, was going through all the stages of grief. "That's not one of those things you can just ask people!"

Todoroki tilted his head. "I asked Midoriya."

"YOU ASKED MIDORIYA?!"

"I–"

The kids now directed their attention back to All Might, who had managed to shake himself out of his stupor and somehow made his way to the pinboard. "I'm not...young Todoroki, believe me when I say I'm 100% sure I'm not Midoriya's biological father," he said, rapidly glancing back and forth from the board to Todoroki. "As...creepily impressive as this is," he continued, gesturing to the entirety of the board, "I've never had a child, and besides, young Midoriya's biological father works overseas, in America."

He pointed to the slightly burnt newspaper clipping of Takoba beach, looking back at Todoroki. "Is this about the Takoba beach cleaning?"

Todoroki nodded.

"Huh." All Might turned to the clipping, a strange, soft, thoughtful look on his face. "I didn't know they did a report about it." He turned back to Todoroki. "May I keep this?"

Todoroki nodded again, even slower, and a delighted smile appeared on All Might's face. The four students watched with wide eyes as he took the newspaper clipping in one hand and the pin in between his other fingers, gently lifting the pin from where it had been embedded in the pin board, lifting the newspaper clipping from its place, and placing the pin back where he had found it. Seconds passed. All Might rubbing his thumb over the picture in the newspaper with a soft chuckle. He then gently folded it, each crease careful not to tear the newspaper apart, before placing it in the pocket of his tracksuit.

Then, as if he remembered that there were other people in the room, he turned to Todoroki. "Ah, Aizawa-kun said that you had redecorated your room yourself, yes?"

Todoroki nodded, still stunned. "Perfect! The bots will be up here in a few minutes or so to repair your floor, and then refurbish your room any way you see fit." All Might clapped his hands together, a bright smile on his face. "Just try not to do it as much, alright? And please stop stalking young Midoriya and I. I don't know how many times I can catch you in the act before telling him that one of his best friend's have been stalking us to obtain proof of our non-existant biological relationship."

"You saw me?"

"Young Todoroki, I've been the number one hero for three and a half decades."

"Oh." Todoroki frowned. "Sorry."

"Just don't let it happen again, please." All Might took a heavy sigh before finally addressing the others in the room. "Young Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, and Sero, I'll be seeing you in class tomorrow. Plus Ultra!"

"See you!"

"See you tomorrow All Might!"

All Might left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Todoroki, Kirishima, Sero, and Yaoyorozu in the room, waiting for the repair bots to arrive, silent and bewildered with what had just transpired in the past ten minutes. The four of them couldn't move, only the sound of breathing being proof that any of them were even alive. After what felt like several, long, painstaking seconds, Todoroki turned to his friends.

"Y'know, All Might worked in America for a while."

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, TODOROKI."

#thestormingsea posts #yagi toshinori #toshinori yagi #all might #bnha #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #dad might #mentioned midoriya izuku #mentioned izuku midoriya #mentioned deku #he doesn't take a part in this story but just in case ig #and then kirishima sero and yaoyorozu are here but they don't do much

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ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou · 3 years ago

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Momentous Distractions

Momentous Distractions by Natti

Izu has been spending a lot of time holed up in his room on his computer or arguing heatedly over text with several people. Hitoshi has noticed him getting increasingly stressed, because Nezu-sensei seems to be planning something in their last few classes. So, it doesn't come as a surprise when they're called to his office outside of class time, he's not surprised.

Words: 6403, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 19 of The Art of Learning To Love Yourself

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Monoma Neito, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Class 1-A

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoirya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Shinsou Hitoshi/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Monoma Neito, Ashido Mina & Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki & Midoriya Izuku, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Monoma Neito, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki & Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei & Shinsou Hitoshi, Monoma Neito & Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku & Monoma Neito & Shinsou Hitoshi & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Tags Contain Spoilers, Inspired by Hero Class Civil Warfare - RogueDruid, Monoma Neito is in Class 1-A, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Final Exams Arc, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Genius Midoriya Izuku, Smart Midoriya Izuku, Genius Hatsume Mei, soft boyfriends, Flirting, Implied Sexual Content, U.A. is a University, Chaos, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, Chaotic Shinsou Hitoshi, Chaotic Hatsume Mei, Chaotic Todoroki Shouto, Chaotic Kaminari Denki, Chaotic Monoma Neito, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff, Fluff and Crack, Fluff and Humor, TAOLTLY Verse, Mentor Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Mentor Nedzu, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Villain Shinsou Hitoshi, Villain Todoroki Shouto, Villain Hatsume Mei, Villain Monoma Neito, Villain Kaminari Denki, Villain Ashido Mina, Kinda but not really, in the same way they're villains in HCCW, Shinsou Hitoshi is Whipped, Todoroki Shouto is Whipped, Midoriya Izuku is Whipped, Monoma Neito Is Whipped, Kaminari Denki is Whipped, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Queerplatonic Relationships, Timeskips, in italics and () is a flashback, Tech Savvy Kaminari Denki, Gunslinger Todoroki Shouto

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37006681

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Todoshindeku #♣#Todoshindeku #⚣#R:T #A:Natti #Villain AU #Quirkless AU #Fluff

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ao3feed-tododeku · 3 years ago

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Momentous Distractions

Momentous Distractions by Natti

Words: 6403, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 19 of The Art of Learning To Love Yourself

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37006681

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Todoshindeku #✨#💜#💫#Todoshindeku #♣#R:T #A:Natti #Quirkless AU #Villain AU #Fluff

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tokeposts · 1 month ago

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⁀➷ TALK TOO MUCH | I. MIDORIYA

warnings. none. it's just pure fluff!

pairings. izuku midoriya x flirty!gn!reader

767 | Izuku Midoriya talks way too much but you shut him up in the best way you know how.

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The common room buzzed with the sound of your classmates unwinding after another grueling day of training. Izuku was in his own world, pacing animatedly in front of the couch, hands flying in every direction as he analyzed the latest hero battle footage on the TV. A clip of endeavor's most recent battle replies on the screen, the reporter adding their own analysis, and Izuku visibly brightens.

"Here! Right there! Endeavor uses his Jet Burn to counter that villain's quirk, but you can see here. He's already calculated its trajectory based on—"

You sat slouched on the couch, one hand propping up your chin while the other clutched a glass of water. Ice cubes already melted, condensation cool against your hand. For the first few minutes, you'd been nodding, offering a few hums and quick "wows" to keep Izuku going, but at this point, your brain was mush.

You love Izuku, there's no doubt in your mind about it, but sometimes after none stop lectures and rigorous training, you just want a bit of peace. You'd think he'd be the same. You sneak a glance at the boy again and he smiles impossibly brighter at you (much to your dismay).

Despite your short-lived responses, Izuku wasn't slowing down. No, infact, he was ramping up, spiraling into a second analysis of yet another fight as the news anchor praises the number two hero, Hawks, this time.

Izuku waves the TV remote animatedly in the air using it as a makeshift pointer as he rambles on.

"Midoriya," you said, your tone calm but firm. He didn't hear you or maybe he did but assumed it wasn't important enough to stop just yet. "And if you think about how his quirk output works in tune with Hawks', it just makes—"

"Izuku." This time, louder with a bit more demand.

He glances your way for a split second, green eyes wide with remorse and a faint red tinting his freckled cheeks, but his train of thought was unstoppable, barreling ahead without a second to spare.

"—you can see how they predicted each other's moves! It's just incredible how—"

That was it. You didn't think; you acted. With one smooth motion, you stood up and grabbed the front of his shirt yanking him down to you. His big green eyes went impossibly wider, his words freezing mid-sentence as your lips pressed firmly against his.

The world seemed to stop. The remote to the TV slipped from his hands, clattering to the floor with a loud thud, but neither of you noticed. To absorbed in the way his lips molded perfectly to yours. How his hands trembled before cautiously resting them on your waist. His breath hitched against your mouth, and for once, Izuku Midoriya was left utterly and completely speechless.

You pulled back slightly, lips brushing his as you smile,

"There. Much better."

Izuku's face was on fire, his freckles practically glowing against the deep red flush spreading across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He looks around first, wondering if there were any other witnesses. When none of your classmates meets his eyes, he loudly coughs hiding his face behind his hands.

You smirked, leaning back into the couch as if nothing had happened. "Finally some peace," you sigh.

He stood there, stunned, mouth gapping open and close like a fish out of water. After a beat of silence, finally, he manages to stammer, "was I talking that much?"

"You were," you teased, taking a sip of your water. "But don't worry. Now I gotta foolproof plan for whenever you start up again."

He blinked, still rooted to the spot you left him, his fingers brushing over his lips as if trying to process what had just happened. Then suddenly, the dots start connecting.

"You can't just kiss someone to make them stop talking!"

"I didn't just kiss someone. I kissed you." You raised a brow, smiling at the way Izuku stammers. "And I felt you kiss me back, so are you really gonna act like you didn't like it?"

Izuku sputtered as he tried to form a coherent response. His face still glowing a deep red as he waved his hands animatedly in the air. He needed to say something, anything. You had just kissed him for god's sake, the one person he's had feelings for since his first year. Oh god, he might just throw up. Meanwhile, you leaned back with a satisfied grin, a small laugh leaving you as you watched him you short circuit, already looking forward to the next time he talked too much.

notes. based off the song talk to much by coin + dedicated to @sunnymain bc we both listen to coin hehehe

#mha #bnha #my hero acadamia #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #izuku midoirya #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku fluff #izuku texts #bnha x reader #mha x reader #izuku x reader

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 4 years ago

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Texts I have sent as incorrect MHA quotes part 2:

Tokoyami:

Mina:

Tokoyami:

Denki:

Izuku:

Shinsou:

Mei:

Shouto:

Have a nice day and stay safe!!

#bnha #mha #bnha momo #bnha jirou #bnha mina #bnha shinsou #bnha shouto #bnha tokoyami #incorrect mha quotes #chaotic texts #midoirya izuku #bnha kirishima #denki kaminari #hatsume mei #tokoyami fumikage

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t0d0r0kee · 4 years ago

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Favorite TDDK scenarios?

omg okay here's a few

Izuku taking advantage of Shouto being slightly taller by wearing his sweatshirts that are much bigger but much cozier

Izuku convincing Shouto to do the same but Izuku’s shirts/hoodies are a little too small so he’s basically wearing a crop top and Izuku gets really flustered

Shouto genuinely enjoying things he used to hate when Izuku does it with him (grocery shopping, going on morning runs, laundry, etc.)

Izuku trying to get Shouto to blush or giggle as many times as he can while they’re out in public like it’s a competition. Shouto catches on though and tries to be deadpan the entire time until he finally breaks and laughs until he snorts, which Izuku thinks is the most hilarious and adorable thing.

Shouto being extremely affectionate no matter where they are. Class 1A having a movie night in the lounge? Shouto just casually lays his head in Izuku’s lap and his arms around his waist. Izuku just standing around talking to Iida and Uraraka? Shouto comes around the corner and just latches on to him putting his chin on the top of his head. Study session w/ Iida and Momo? Shouto just nudges Izuku to pick up his book so he can wiggle in and sit in his lap.

(My friend Cherri and I were talking about this the other day lol) Izuku getting obsessed with arts and crafts and making all of his friends little bracelets. It gets to the point that they all have like 5 or 6 each that they all wear interchangeably. Shouto wears all of his every day though.

“Todoroki you know you can just wear one at a time?”

“I know”

“Then why don’t you?”

“Midoriya made them.”

Every time they have to split up Shouto immediately texts Izuku “I miss you.”

ANYTIME IZUKU BRINGS SHOUTO TO EITHER MEET HIS MOM OR VISIT ERI WITH HIM.

ALSO, ANYTIME SHOUTO BRINGS IZUKU TO VISIT HIS MOM

I can literally watch Shouto listen to Izuku mumble for hours ngl

Sometimes Shouto is sneaky and sees that Izuku has been watching this new All Might figurine slowly sell out online so Shouto just immediately buys it (and of course gets overnight shipping) and just gives it to him as soon as he gets it. No wrapping it up. No note. Just “here you go Midoirya it’s yours.”

LISTEN I HAVE SO MANY MORE BUT WHEN I GOT THE ASK MY MIND WENT BLANK.

Thank you so much for asking though!! I love getting them :)

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comicgeekscomicgeek · 5 years ago

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Their Hero Academia – Chapter 57: Overdue Conversations

Presenting the next chapter of my on-going, next-gen, My Hero Academia fic, Their Hero Academia!

This is actually the edited version, but won’t go up on AO3 and FF.net until tomorrow, so tumblr gets it early!

Earlier ones can be found here

***

“Still can’t believe you were right there on the front lines, Haimawari! It’s like you’re one of the main characters or something!”

Isamu gave Anime Fukidashi a curious look. Kana Tetstutetsu, had invited him over to her dorm to study and then to hang out. The studying had gone pretty well (Their classes were on pretty much the same schedule, thankfully.), but then her floormates had invited themselves in and what should have been a nice, semi-private moment (It wasn’t like they were going to make out or anything! He wasn’t even sure when the right time to talk about that kind of thing was!) turned into hanging out with them.

Still, he was grateful for the time spent with her. They hadn’t had a lot of it, but they had clicked and clicked well. She was attractive, certainly, with her orange-red hair and her muscular physique. But she was also kind, friendly, and looked out for her classmates the same way Midoriya looked out for 1-A.

Of course, Mineta had pointed out—frequently—that she was basically the less violent version of Kirishima-Bakugo, but he was trying very hard not to think about that or what it said about him.

“You keep talking like our lives are some kind of TV show,” he said instead. He’d been cautioned that she was a little strange, and looking like some kind of living piece of animation only added to that. But all kinds of people looked a little different these days. He himself had pink stripes in his hair at this temples. No, what made her strange was the fact that she talked like life was some kind of, well, anime. “And even if it was, I’m definitely not main character material.”

“Don’t be so sure of yourself,” Fukidashi said. “Let’s just say I’ve got a feeling about you. I even heard You Say Run during the Sports Festival when you won!”

Tetsutetsu waved a hand dismissively. “Ignore her when she gets like that. We all do.”

“The way I hear,” Rika Bondo, a girl made of blue-green slime, said, “your class was there at most of the big fighting.” She was semi-translucent and her clothes actually seemed to be made of some kind of rubberized material. She’d brought popcorn to share, though she had her own bowl of it. She extended her fingers, picking up a piece and tossing it into her mouth. The pieces seemed to just dissolve in her mouth when she ate them. It was weird, but he was trying not to judge.

For a moment, Isamu’s mind snapped back to watching the Nomu fight Deku. He’d been certain, even if just for a minute, that he was going to witness the death of the Number One Hero. Fortunately, that had turned out not to be the case. He closed his eyes for a second and let out a breath.

Tetsutetsu put a hand on his shoulder. “You okay? You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Some people should know better.” She punctuated this with a glare in Fukidashi and Bondo’s direction.

He waved it off. “I’m fine,” he said. “Getting past it. Scary, but part of the job, you know? Not all going to be fun and games.”

“Pretty sure Tetsutetsu and Monoma were the only ones from our class who saw any action,” Kitiara Kaniyashiki said. She was a redhead, with her hair in two vaguely claw-shaped pigtails. She apparently had some kind of scissor Quirk, though he hadn’t seen her use it. “I was on the whole other side of the country. Aunt Monika says the police had a hell of a time cleaning up after it was all over. Lots of small league Villains trying to take advantage of the chaos and the big name Heroes being hurt or busy.”

“Don’t remind me,” Tetsutetsu said. “Uncle Neito got pretty banged up by one of those things. But Dad made it out without a scratch, at least.”

“How’s our Monoma doing, by the way?” Kaniyashiki asked. “I mean, not that I don’t appreciate the quiet—that guy’s like a little screaming gremlin—but it’s too quiet, you know?”

“Like somebody turned off the background music!” Fukidashi piped in.

“At least he’s talking again,” Bondo said. “He wasn’t even doing that a few days ago.”

“Blame Mika for that one,” Tetsutetsu said. “She gave him a little kick in the pants.”

Isamu hadn’t had much to do with Shiro Monoma, other than having witnessed him attempt to taunt some of his classmates from time to time. But he knew he was friends with Koda and Mineta, and had a particularly antagonistic relationship with Kirishima-Bakugo. Granted, Kirishima-Bakugo seemed to have an antagonistic relationship with everyone except for Midoirya and Izumi, but there seemed to be a greater degree of bad blood there.

Still, he supposed he couldn’t blame the guy for being shaken. Some of his classmates still weren’t really talking about what went down and Shinso had been gone all week before finally coming back. The place really hadn’t been the same without the little guy, so Isamu was glad to see him again.

Isamu himself had mostly made peace with what he’d seen and was trying to stay focused on the good that had happened during his Internship. And not the horror. And definitely not the creeping worry about what it meant that someone had the resources to drop that many monsters on the city.

“Girls,” Tetsutetsu said, pinching the bridge of her nose, “can we talk about something that’s not depressing? Like I was doing with my boyfriend before you all barged in?”

“I like the sound of thaaaaaa…” Isamu started to say, but then his mind seized up. They’d hung out a bunch and gotten food and watched movies together and texted and talked on the phone a lot, but that didn’t make them…! They hadn’t talked about…!

Before he could shift his brain back into gear, Fukidashi seized on the moment. She leaned forward in her chair, her eyes briefly replaced by cartoon hearts. “Ooooh! He didn’t know! Is this like He Doesn’t Know He’s My Boyfriend (But I’m Trying to Tell Him?)”

“Why did you say the parenthesis?” Kaniyashiki asked.

“Don’t let Monoma hear you say that he’s your boyfriend,” Bondo said, “he’ll flip his lip about 1-A again…”

“Out!” Tetsutetsu shouted, pointing to the door. “All of you!”

Isamu started to get up, but she put a hand against his chest. “Not you!”

When the other girls had filed out, he broke the silence. “So… I’m your boyfriend?”

Tetsutetsu pinched the bridge of her nose. “Sorry, Haimawari, that really just slipped out. I shouldn’t have… We haven’t talked… I’m really not usually that impulsive; I swear Mika is rubbing off on me… And please don’t tell her I said that, because she’ll take it the wrong way and the right way and be even more insufferable.”

She looked up. “But I do really like you. So maybe it’s too quick, but…”

Isamu smiled. “I really like you too,” he said. “A lot. We click. So… why not? Call me your boyfriend. And Isamu too.”

***

Akaya frowned as she looked up from her book. She and several others had started an impromptu study session in the Common Room. Though the final exams had not yet been announced—they were expecting that on Tuesday—many of them sensed that they needed to start preparing early. She was not especially worried; her grades put her towards the tail end of the upper third of the class, but she knew well that overconfidence often led to failure. And so studying was absolutely a requirement. English was a particularly tricky subject. She could read the language well enough, from studying one of the copies of the Bible her mother had in the language, but the rules to it were far less easy to grasp.

By coincidence, everyone at the table had a somewhat unusual appearance: Mika, Kaminari, Shoji, and Aoyama. It drew Akaya back to the events of her Internship. While she had been away from the action and violence that hung over most of her classmates, her own experiences still weighed upon her mind. Hound Dog had sympathized when she’d spoken to him about it and had shared experiences of his own. He had suggested that she might find some commonality in it with her classmates and friends. Unsure of how to broach the subject, the winding down of the study session gave her the moment she required.

“Ugh,” Mika said, sticking out her tongue. “I have to go get new shoes tomorrow after the funeral. That’s gonna take most of the rest of the day.”

Monday would be the funeral for the late Principal Nezu, who had died a week ago. They were being given the day off to attend and reflect. Akaya could not claim to have known him at all, other than seeing him speak occasionally, but the loss was always a tragedy. She trusted in God’s plan, but sometimes, it was difficult to see.

“Going to the mall?” Kaminari asked. “Can I come? I could go for some new boots too.”

Mika raised an eyebrow. “To the farrier, Chi.”

“Huh?”

Mika swung around in her chair, bringing her legs out from under the table. “Hooves, Chi.”

“Oh. Right. I knew that.”

Akaya opened her mouth, but quickly closed it again. No, she needed to do this. She closed her eyes for just a moment, said a silent prayer for courage.

“Friends,” she began, cautiously, “may I ask you a question?”

“What’s up, Akaya?” Mika asked. “Is this the birds and bees talk? Because while I’m qualified to give it…”

Kaminari swatted Mika upside the head with one her Cords, shooting their mutual friend an annoyed look. “Stop that. This is serious.”

“Crude as ever,” Aoyama muttered.

“Dealing with you later,” Mika told Aoyama. But she had the momentary sense to look apologetic. “Sorry, Akaya, what’s up?”

Akaya hesitated for a moment, but pressed on. These were her friends and classmates. She could tell them anything. “Have any of you ever experienced any harsh words or actions because of your appearance?”

There was a long moment of silence.

“Akaya,” Shoji said slowly, concern marring his handsome features, “did something happen?”

“Whose ass do I need to kick?” Mika asked. She jumped up out of her chair, brought her fists up, and started punching the air. “Just point me in the right direction! I’m not afraid to fight dirty!”

Kaminari swatted her again. “Rein it in there, cowgirl,” she said. She reached up and touched her left Extension Cord. “I can’t say that I have,” she said, actually answering Akaya’s question. “But my Quirk’s not really all that noticeable. Most people don’t even pay much attention to them.”

She sounded sympathetic and concerned, but, Akaya reflected, Kaminari’s Quirk was hardly noticeable at all. She didn’t have the kinds of experiences necessary to really process this. While there was no longer a definition of “normal,” there was certainly still a baseline that the majority of people fit into. And she was well within its bounds in a way Akaya was not.

“Sorry,” Mika said. “Um, I mean, I’m pretty sure somebody’s called me a horse or a cow or something like that over the years, but that’s really it. People have said some shit about my body, but not usually about the horns or the hooves.”

Of course. Akaya bore her friend no malice, but Mika was very conventionally attractive. Something she was well aware of and used to her advantage. She might carry her own burdens, but she could not truly understand.

“There was the time in middle school somebody put a bale of hay on my desk… or the pail full of milk… Boy, was Shiro pissed…”

Or perhaps she had thought too soon.

“Not me, so much, but Dad,” Shoji said. It was true, Shoji was… distractingly attractive, Akaya would admit, with handsome features, silver hair, and a powerful build. Even Akaya would confess to wishing to be cradled in those strong six arms of his. “He usually makes the list for Top Ten Heroes Who Look Like Villains. Tries not to let it get to him, but sometimes… Yeah, you can tell. And some people still scream when they see him. It’s why he used to wear the mask. But he decided he didn’t want to hide anymore.”

Shoji was not particularly talkative. That might have been the most words Akaya had heard him string together at once. He must have felt very strongly about it.

“Koda,” Aoyama said, “please, tell us your troubles. We are your friends.” Though his appearance was typically baseline, the fact that most of the time, he was glowing, gave him his own bit of strangeness.

Akaya frowned. But she had come this far. She might as well go a few steps farther. “During my Internship, some of the people we rescued were,” she hesitated for a moment, “very prejudiced against those with Mutant-type Quirks or Mutant characteristics. They said some very unkind things towards myself and the ship’s crew. The ones our age made rather… ugly and suggestive comments about me.”

Her cheeks flushed and she hung her head. But it was out there. She needed to tell someone, anyone. At least she had her friends here.

The silence that followed was even more palpable. But much shorter lasting.

“Qui étaient-ils? Donnez-moi des noms! Je les tuerai! Je vais les faire souffrir!” Aoyama exploded into rapid-fire, angry French, his glow pulsating with his words. Akaya didn’t understand any of it, but she certainly understood the emotion behind it.

“I don’t speak your crazy moon language, Frenchie,” Mika said, “but I know what it sounds like when someone’s winding up to deliver an ass kicking! Count me in!”

“Both of you, no,” Kaminari said, facepalming at their outbursts. “You can’t just go beat someone up like that.” Sparks danced on the ends of her Cords. “No matter how much you’d like to.”

Even Shoji’s implacable calm was being broken by this. Akaya could see the slight twitch of the muscles in his jaw as he ground his teeth. All six of his fists were tightly clenched, making veins bulge in his muscular arms. “Koda,” he said, as he approached her, “you know people like that are rare, right? And idiots, too?”

She nodded. “My crewmates and Aunt Tsu said as much. I had thought myself over it, but…”

“It sticks with you,” he said. And she nodded in response. “Can I give you a hug?”

Akaya jerked slightly in surprise. “I… yes,” she said. “I’d like that.”

Shoji wrapped his arms around her. The only one of their class bigger than her, his arms fit around her large frame easily. His muscles were ever so firm. She wrapped her own arms around him and returned the hug. And then let out a breath, releasing some of her stress. “Thank you, Shoji.” She looked at the others when the hug broke. “And thank all of you, for your support.”

Aoayam nodded. “I am serious about the offer of violence. To defend your honor, I would even fight beside Mineta.”

Mika ignored the barb for once. “If you can’t kick ass for your friends, who can you kick ass for?”

“You okay for now?” Shoji asked, somber and serious.

She nodded. “I am. I cannot guarantee the mood will not overtake me again, but…”

“We’ll be here when it does,” Mika confirmed.

When the group actually did break up, Mika held back with Akaya. “That’s not everything, is it though?”

Akaya gave her a curious look. “You’re being unusually perceptive today.”

“I have my moments. Now, what’s up?”

Akaya sighed. “The vileness of it all bothers me, of course, but it did also stir up old feelings. While I know that people like me do often find love, as my own family shows… It brought up old fears that no one would find me attractive.”

Mika got a strange look upon her face, something Akaya could not quite identify. “Leave everything to me.” And with that, she took off like a shot, hooves makings a steady clip-clop sound.

“Mka!” Akaya shouted after her. “Explain yourself!”

***

Later that day, Daisuke held open the door to the dorm and let Emiko inside. The Common Room wasn’t currently occupied. Good. It wasn’t as though as was trying to hide his relationship; he and Emiko both simply preferred their privacy. Of course, if they really wanted their privacy, they could have just gone to the library or somewhere else. Though if they had, he’d still have had to check that Ojiro wasn’t followed them. So this definitely wasn’t hiding. It just wasn’t going out of their way to make a thing of it. Few of her own classmates knew either. It definitely wasn’t hiding it, even though they’d met during the first week of school, had been dating since the second, and hadn’t really told anyone. But it had been her idea to study at his dorm, so he was not inclined to object.

Emiko looked around. “So this is how the Hero Course lives?” she asked. With the dark glasses she wore, it was hard to tell where exactly she was looking. A side effect of her Quirk—Perfect Night Vision—was that she required eye protection against brighter lights.

“It’s not that much different than yours,” he replied.

She gave him an affectionate jab in the side with her elbow. “I’m teasing you, Hero.”

“Yes, well…”

Daisuke stopped. He could hear faint sounds in the distance. “Someone’s coming down the stairs.”

For a second, his heart thundered in his chest. He was so used to everyone not knowing, so used to keeping the details of his life private. He’d enjoyed it, in a way. No invasive questions, no attempts at judgement.

She touched his arm. “It was bound to happen,” she said. “Let it.”

Of course, it was the worst possible combination of his classmates: Sato, Sero, and Ojiro.

“Where are we going again?” Sero asked.

“To see the kid!” Ojiro bubbled. The sleeves of her t-shirt waved through the air in excitement, as she bounced from foot to foot.

“What kid?” Sero asked.

“Doctor Izumi’s kid!”

“Was she expecting?” Sero asked. “I mean, I know you’re not supposed to ask if a lady’s pregnant, but she didn’t look…”

“Dude,” Sato said, giving the pink-skinned boy a look. “Kimmie told us. Doctor Izumi and Water Spout adopted, remember?”

“See, Kenta remembers!” Ojiro said. And then, as was common, she started hitting Sero, pummeling him with both fists. “WHY DON’T YOU REMEMBER WHEN I TELL YOU THINGS?!”

“Ow! Ow! Kimmie! Stop! I’m sorry!”

It was, honestly, the perfect distraction and Daisuke made a motion for Emiko to follow him around the feuding trio. But Sato proved to be far more observant. “Oh, hey, Shoji,” he said. “Who’s your friend?”

The smacking immediately stopped. And though he could not see her face, Daisuke was immediately aware that Ojiro was staring at him and Emiko. And then she started vibrating, emitting a very high pitched “squee.”

“Is… is she okay?” Emiko asked, pulling a strand of blue-hair back behind her ear.

“Oh, no…” he said, feeling that sinking feeling come on.

“Shoji!” Ojiro shouted, arms waving frantically. “Why didn’t you tell us you had a girlfriend?! I can’t believe you were trying to hide her! She’s so cute! What is wrong with you?! Don’t you like us?! Why don’t you want to share?!”

And, of course, then the smacking began, her tiny fists thudding against his arm. Why did he think he was going to get away with this?

“Kimmie, maybe give the guy a chance to talk?” Sero said. He flinched. “Please don’t hit me.”

The hitting stopped, fortunately. Ojiro crossed her arms. “You better have a damn good explanation, Shoji!”

Daisuke looked over at Emiko, who gave him a small nod. At least she hadn’t bolted at the nonsense. “This is Emiko Shiryoku. My girlfriend. Emiko, this is Sato, Sero, and Ojiro.”

She gave them a small smile. “Nice to meet you. You’re the ones with the webshows, right?”

Sero positively beamed. “You’ve seen us?”

Emiko shook her head. “I can’t actually watch electronic screens. Too bright. But people do talk, and I still enjoy listening to Gossip Corner.”

And there went that high pitched squee-ing again.

“Do you guys have any sponsors yet? Or are you making any money from ads?” Emiko asked. “If not, I can suggest a few ways to bump yourself up in the algorithms and goose your ratings a little, maybe get a little cash for bigger videos… You could probably even get a sponsor for combining unboxing videos with Sato’s show…”

Sero’s jaw dropped. “Okay, I’m gay, so I never thought I’d say this to a girl, but where have you been all my life?” Next to him and out of his line of sight, Sato facepalmed.

“The Business Course,” Emiko told him.

Ojiro finally stopped squeezing though and put her hands on her hips, huffing indignantly. “I can’t believe you’ve been keeping her from us, Shoji! And all the times I talked you up as eligible on the show!”

“I didn’t ask you to that,” he reminded her.

“It’s a free service!”

“Yes, well,” Emiko said, “now that you do know, I would prefer you don’t announce it to the world. Daisuke and I really don’t want a lot of attention. I’m still trying to make a name for myself and I don’t want it to be just because I’m dating a future Hero.”

“The world has a right to know!” Ojiro said, stomping her foot. “This is premium content! The number one voted on the hottest guys in the Hero Course, off the market!”

Daisuke let out a groan. That damned list again. He’d been dreading it coming up ever since Monoma had mentioned it. He was hoping to talk to Emiko about it, but…

“…The what?” Emiko said, shooting him a look. Even being unable to see her eyes, he knew he was in for an earful.

“Didn’t you say something about a kid?” Daisuke tried, at least hoping to get some kind of privacy and really hoping to avoid a lengthy conversation with the would-be internet stars.

“Omigosh!” Ojiro said. “Right! C’mon, boys!” Sero followed after her, but Sato stayed behind for a moment.

“Sorry about that,” he said. “Kimmie gets a little crazy sometimes, but she means well. …Mostly well.” He turned to follow them. “Nice meeting you!”

Daisuke was still being glared at. “I swear, Emiko, I only just found out about the list last week…”

“Last week?” she challenged.

Maybe there was a shovel in the supply closet. It would be faster at this point. “I…”

She took his hand. “Guess this means I hooked a real winner then.”

He just shook his head. “You planned this, didn’t you? You wanted us to get caught.”

Emiko smiled. “I may have already known about the list. And the way she talked about you on her show. I thought if I got ‘caught’, I might have a chance to get some of that to stop.”

Daisuke felt a smile tug on his lips. “Yeah, you’re going to be rich someday with a mind like that.”

“I’ll need a boy toy when that happens, you know…”

“Emiko…!”

***

“So, ah, hey, Kimiko,” Kenta said, standing in her doorway. Takuma had gone ahead and gone back to his room already. He had to admit, Kimmie had been right. Water Spout and Doc Clock’s adopted kid had been adorable. Definitely still settling in, but she’d looked happy.

“What’s up, Kenta?” she asked, powering up her computer. Probably getting ready to scour the internet for the latest gossip.

Of course, she was currently sitting on the biggest piece of gossip of the year (Her words, not his.), which she had vocally complained about most of the walk over and back It had covered topics from the unfairness of it all, to how dare they keep her from sharing it, to laments that one of the hottest guys in school was officially off the market. While both he and Takuma had had the good sense to just let her rant and stay out of swatting range, Takuma had agreed with the last part and had to be reminded that he already had a boyfriend.

“Still feeling down about Shoji?” he asked.

Kimiko threw her hands up in the air. “You have no idea. How can I call myself the Gossip Queen of U.A. if I not only missed out on the best gossip of all time, but I can’t share it with anyone?! Not to mention, it’s freaking Shoji! And he’s out of the running!”

Kenta winced at that. He was in good shape, he knew, but he was no Shoji. Still, he took the lack of protest to his presence as an invitation and walked inside. “Well, what if I gave you some gossip to make up for it?”

That got her attention. She practically spun around in her desk chair to look at him. “I’m going to need details and I’m going to need them fast.” She looked at her computer. Waving a fist threateningly at it. “Boot up faster! How can I take notes if you don’t boot up!?”

She turned back to him again. “Okay, how did you get gossip and who’s it about? Oooh? Is it Todoroki? Please tell me it’s Todoroki! She’d be, like, the gossip motherlode! She’s not on anybody’s radar! Secret boyfriend? Secret girlfriend? Tell me!”

“It’s not about Todoroki,” Kenta said. Now or never, he supposed. “It’s about me.”

That got a jolt of surprise from her. “About you? And you’re coming to me first? Getting ahead of the gossip train is very smart, Kenta!” She leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees and supporting her head in her hands (Or at least that’s what it looked like.). “Any girl’d be lucky to have you! Who’s the lucky lady? Is it Kocho? Or somebody more surprising? What are you keeping from me, Kenta?!”

“Well, I, ah, don’t actually think she knows I like her yet. So maybe this is pre-gossip?” His heart was starting to pound in his chest. He could do this. He could do this. He’d been planning on doing this before the Nomu thing.

Kenta had had some productive sessions with Hound Dog and gotten his head back on a little straighter, especially with support from his friends. If he backed out now, if he was afraid to talk to a girl who’d been one of his best friends for nearly all his life, how big a coward was he?

Kimiko sat up and crossed her arms. “Still gossip,” she said, though she sounded disappointed. “But it’s not nearly Shoji level gossip. And you still haven’t told me who!”

Kenta gulped. “It’s, ah, it’s you, Kimmie.”

There was a long, way too long, silent moment. Kenta could usually read Kimiko like a book, in spite of her invisibility. And right now, there was a growing moment, like the calm before the storm. A very primeval part of his brain was screaming at him that he needed to run and run fast. Finally, Kimiko exploded out of her chair, fists flying. He quickly got his hands up to protect his face.

“THAT’S SO MEAN, KENTA! WHY WOULD YOU JOKE AROUND LIKE THAT?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE NICE ONE! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!”

He was probably going to have bruises after this. Kimiko’s pummelings were always unfocused, but she could put a lot of power behind them. “Kimmie,” he said, dodging blows, “Kimmie, stop! Stop! Kimmie! It’s the truth!”

The pummeling suddenly stopped.

“You… you like me like me?” Kimiko asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “You’re one of my best friends. And the prettiest girl I know too.”

Kimiko let out another high pitched squee. Being at ground zero, Kenta had to cover his ears for a second. “Does this mean you like me too?” he asked.

“OF COURSE I LIKE YOU, YOU BIG GOOF!” she shouted, arms flailing again. “Wait a minute… DID YOU THINK I WOULDN’T? DON’T YOU KNOW ME WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW IF I LIKE YOU? DID YOU THINK I WOULDN’T? WHY DON’T YOU HAVE MORE CONFIDENCE IN YOURSLEF?!”

He was going to take that as a yes.

Fortunately, this time at least, she wasn’t hitting him, just flailing. “You know me, Kimmie,” he said. “Always gotta second guess myself."

“Well that stops right now,” Kimiko said. “No guy I’m dating is going to be a sad sack! You’re going to have confidence, do you hear me?”

“Ah…yes,” he said.

“Good!” Kimmie bubbled, clapping her hands. She threw her arms around him. “We’ve got to tell Takuma, though. Otherwise he’s just going to third wheel himself onto our dates and we’ll never have a moment’s peace. Because he is not going to get the hint.”

“Do we tell him before or after everyone else?”

“A personal gossip announcement? Do I dare?” Kimiko asked, breaking away. It wasn’t what he meant, but there was no stopping her when she was on a roll. “Is that even gossip or just oversharing? Who cares, I’m telling everybody anyway! Here comes a very special episode!”

***

Sora became aware of shaky hands on her shoulders, forcing her towards wakefulness. She head snapped up. “It’s so simple!” she shouted. Surely, if she was just able to put that breakthrough she had been dreaming of into practice, why then she could… could…

She sagged in defeat. Whatever it was that had been going through her unconscious mind, it was gone now. But she was so certain she had been so close to solving it! It was fundamentally unfair that she had to be woken up in the middle of her greatest discovery! Who had…?

“What’s so simple?” Sora realized that her waker had been her boyfriend, Toshi. She had been slumped over on her small workbench in her dorm room, blueprints and a half-completed device spread out in front of her.

She shook her head. “I do not recall, possibly the solution to this,” Sora said, indicating the device in a half-assembled state. It was supposed to be a small spy drone that could relay information back to her costume’s helmet, but she was having difficulties getting it to fly without exploding.

“Oh,” Toshi said, then smiled. He looked so cute when he did, the pink patches on his cheeks standing out among his freckles. “Can I help?”

Sora shook her head. “I do not think so. As loathe as I am to admit it, the solution is at a loss for now. Also, I am at a loss as to why you are in my room?”

Toshi’s face when bright red at that. “I…! The door was open, we were going to get together with some of the others to watch a movie and you weren’t there and so I just…”

That made her frown. “Oh, no! Toshi, I am sorry! I became too engrossed in my work and forgot we had plans!” Her arms chopped rapidly through the air. I have failed in my girlfriend duties!”

He waved his hands quickly at that. “No, no! It’s okay! I know you get busy! You get so focused on everything! It happens!”

“You are sure?” she asked, uncertainly. She was still very new to this, and she wanted very much to get it right.

“I’m sure,” Toshi said. “Besides, you’re awake now. Asuka and Shota said they’d wait.”

That was a relief! Sora jumped up from her chair and wrapped her arms around Toshi, pulling him close. As she was a good fifteen centimeters taller than he was, this did make for a slightly awkward embrace. And this, predictably, led to Toshi shaking and being very uncertain where his hands should go.

It was, truthfully, very curious behavior. He very rarely initiated physical contact and was often anxious when she did so herself. She let him go. “Toshi,” she said, very seriously, “do you not like it when I touch you?”

Toshi winced at that. “No,” he said, “it’s not that. But I was, ah, hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

She crossed her arms. “Toshi, I am an engineer. Observation is a vital skill.”

He smiled sheepishly at that. “Right. Of course. And I like that! Good skill for a Hero too…” Toshi trailed off. “Sorry, I don’t really ramble like that too much, unless I’m nervous…”

“Toshi,” Sora repeated, softly. She tried to formulate a hypothesis for his behavior, and the only common factor she could find was herself. “Do I make you nervous?”

“Sorta?” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “I mean, it’s not exactly like I’m scared of girls. I grew up around Katsumi after all. I mean, I am scared of her, but that’s for entirely different reasons. Or Mineta, but she’s her own kind of scary. But I talk to Asuka just fine or Izumi, or you, before we started dating…”

He trailed off again, but Sora just let him gather his thoughts. Sometimes, it took a little bit of rambling to get ideas out. She understood this well.

“Look,” he said, “I know we’re young and all, but I didn’t exactly date much… or at all before this. Outside of all of you, I had a lot of trouble with not knowing if people really wanted to be my friend for real or because of who Dad is. So I really don’t know what’s right or, well, anything about how this kind of thing works. I really don’t know what I’m comfortable with or what I should go along with or what’s too much and… And you’re so amazing and beautiful and…”

He thought she was beautiful? Sora was used to be being thought of as many different things, but that was not one of them. She was well enough aware that her breast size made her an object of lust for some. But beautiful? Fairy tale princesses were not usually the kind to wear a mechanic’s overalls or have a face covered with grease.

“Then I must apologize,” she said. “I did not think to consider your boundaries. I have been told I may be a bit demonstrative…”

Toshi smiled. “It’s okay. And, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before. I thought I could maybe just get used to it but…”

Sora started to reach out, then stopped. “May I?” she asked. When Toshi nodded, she took his hand. “I like you, Toshi. Very much. But I am very aware I do not quite think like other people do. But you are very good at keeping me focused on what is in front of me. I like that. And I would very much still like to be your girlfriend. But I am told a good relationship requires clear communication. Can we both do that?”

He nodded and gave her hand a squeeze, moving a little closer to her. “Yeah. I can… I can do that.”

There was a closeness in the air and Toshi came in a little bit closer, nervous and shaking, and Sora felt her own heart flutter in her chest, well above the average number of beats per minute. “Toshi, I wish to…”

“Me too,” Toshi said, and he leaned in even closer, bringing his lips to meet hers. They were warm and soft and everything she knew about biology was completely disregarded for the moment.

“Oi! Toshi!” A sharp voice broke the moment before it got any further. “…What the fuck?!”

“Katsumi!” Toshi shrieked, and indeed, it was Kirishima-Bakugo standing in her doorway.

“Bird Girl and Loud Kid were getting worried about you so they asked me to check up on you two lovebirds. But now I’m getting out of here before I see something I can’t unsee.”

And Toshi started shaking again. “Katsumi! It’s not what it looks like!”

“It is not?” Sora asked. “Was I doing it wrong?”

“Nope, nope, nope,” Kirishima-Bakugo said, backing out the door very quickly. “I don’t wanna know!”

#my hero academia #their hero academia #fan fic #fan fiction #my writing #toshi midoriya #sora iida #daisuke shoji #kimiko ojiro #kenta sato #akaya koda #mika (tha)#takiyo aoyama #chihiro kaminari #isamu haimawari

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Chapter Eight: What Have We Done?

In case you missed it last time I messed up the chapter. Sorry for spelling and grammar. Enjoy!

The next few seconds were blurry to Shoto. When he had calmed down and come back to his senses, he found out he won and that Midoirya was knocked out. But then he also realized how badly he messed up.

Half his shirt was gone, and he no longer felt cold. The world was blocked out from Shoto’s scenes yet again. There was only one thing going through his mind.

What had he done? What had he done? What had he done?

XXX

Dabi’s jaw hung open, his body was stiff, and not even a wrecking ball could get him out of where he stood. What the fuck just happened?

When they saw everything Dabi, Fuyumi, and Natsuo had all yelled out their brother’s name. Most of the other patrons of the place didn’t seem to understand what was going on. But the three Yukitomo siblings stood with blank looks on their faces, frozen in pure blinding fear.

Fuyumi had gripped her glass so hard it broke into pieces and was now scattered across the floor. No one moved to pick them up. Natsuo was trembling as if a ghost had shown up before him. No asked him if he was okay.

For the first time in years, Dabi was scared, honestly, and utterly frightened. He wanted nothing more than to crawl through the screen and grab his little brother and lock him away in the apartment forever to keep him safe.

Dab felt like he couldn’t breathe. This isn't happening. It just couldn’t be happening. No, no, no, no. Wake up, Dabi thought to himself, wake up from the nightmare. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

“Oh, Shoto,” Fuyumi whispered, so quietly, Dabi almost didn’t hear it. A tear slid down her cheek, “What have you done?”

Dabi was almost about to race out the door to UA, but then the news switched on.

XXX

“I messed up,” Shoto said.

“You did more than mess up, you fucked up,” Shiki said through the phone.

“How are you even getting the footage?”

“I told my coach I wanted to show my best friend off to my teammates and support you,” Shiki said, “They hooked me up from there.”

“Gods, Shiki, what have I done?” Shoto asked.

“You made a mistake, and now you gotta deal with it.”

“He’s going to find us,” Shoto said, “He’ll find us, and it’ll be all my fault. And I-”

“Hey! Shoto, calm down dude,” Shiki said, “Deep breaths man. It’s going to be alright. He’s not going to get you. Dabi will never let that happen.”

“But my teachers, they’re not dumb. They could easily figure it out,” Shoto said.

“No one looks for dead people Shoto,” Shiki said, “And besides, dual-element Quirks aren’t common, but they’re not one in a million.”

“But-”

“It will be fine,” Shiki said before Shoto could finish talking, “On an unrelated note, where you wearing make-up and a contax?”

“Yeah, I put them both on before the one on one matches started.”

“Okay, that’s smart,” Shiki sighed.

“What’s going to happen to us?” Shoto asked the hand h wasn’t holding the phone with buried in his hair

“I don’t know Frosty, “ Shiki whispered, “I don’t know.”

XXX

“What you did young man was very dangerous,” Recovery Girl scolded, “Do you understand that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Shoto said with his hands on his lap. Shoto wasn’t sure is she was yelling at him to using his right for so long he almost got borderline frostbite or if she was talking about how he used his left side. Most likely, both.

The makeshift nurse’s office was pretty small. Shoto was told he had to be checked out due to the fact he had a Quirk show up that he wasn’t marked down for. He guessed they wanted to make sure he wasn’t on drugs or something. To ensure that Shoto didn’t slip up or make himself look suspicious, Shoto answered every question with either “Yes, ma’am,” or “No ma’am.”

Recovery Girl picked up a folder and opened it. “I say here you were in an incident when you were younger.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And that resulted in half your body being stunted before your Quirk manifested, making you never able to use your power on the left side of your body, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The nurse put the folder down and looked at Shoto.

“I am going to put down in your files that you have gone through a rare case of late-manifestation,” she said, “Do you know what that is?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The hero looked at him for a minute, “Some may say the stress you went through today was miraculously able to reverse the trauma your body went through. Does that make scenes?”

Shoto wasn’t a doctor, and that didn’t make sense, but still, he nodded and said: “Yes, ma'am.”

“Good,” Recovery Girl said, “You will have to change what your Quirk is registered as, seeing as it is not simply an ice Quirk. I will check in with you in a week or so to see that it is done.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“However, there’s one other thing I would like to know,” Recovery Girl said. Shoto looked at her. “How was your family able to get these foraged doctor files?”

Shoto froze. His mouth went dry, and he blinked a few times. “Ma’am?”

“I’ve been in medicine for many years now, young man,” the old woman said, turning to her desk, “I’ve seen Quirk stunt. I’ve seen newly manifested ‘late-Quirks.’ And more importantly, I am well aware of what it looks like when someone is trying to hide power.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, ma’am.”

“I know you don’t deary,” she said, walking over to him and grabbing ahold of Shoto’s right arm and shook her head. She pulled out a lollipop out of her pocket and gave it to him.

“When you get home tonight, wrap this arm and heating pads,” she said, “I know you will keep using your power throughout the day, so be careful. If you see frozen skin or feel numb, call me at once.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’d also suggest you use that heating sleeve, I’m almost positive you have.”

“How do you know that?” Shoto asked as the older woman left. She stopped at the door and let out a hushed sigh.

“It’s what an old student of mine used when she was young, “ was all Recovery Girl said, leaving Shoto scared and bit confused.

Mostly scared.

XXX

Should Izuku have guessed that Yukitomo other half had to do with fire? Yes, yes, he should have. But it’s important to remember the keyword there is should.

The flames had been so intense and warm. The climax of the fight is a bit hazy in his mind, but he was sure it would come back to him. His arms were also messed up beyond belief, yay.

Izuku thought back to the look in Yukitomo’s eyes, right before the flames came. They weren’t crazy, or angery, they had almost looked liberated. Another thing that was bouncing around in his head was what Yukitomo said back in the hallway. That him not using his left side kept his family safe. What did that mean? What his left side unsafe? Or was there something else.

Yukitomo said his father wasn’t in his life anymore, did that mean he died. Yukitomo lived with his three older siblings, and from what Izuku understood, the oldest one was the white-haired teen’s legal guardian. So what had happened? How did they getaway?

And Yukitomo’s mother, what had happened to her? Did she get in trouble for hurting her son? Had she gotten help for the pain her husband caused her? Where was she now?

What about Yukitomos other siblings? They all sounded normal from the way Yukitomo talked about them. They looked happy in the pictures white-haired teen showed. How much of that was an act?

There were so many questions he had, but Izuku wasn’t sure he wanted any of them answered.

“Deku, are you okay?” Uararaka asked.

“Oh! Um, I’m fine, just lost in thought, I guess,” Izuku blurted quickly. The girl nodded but still gave him a funny look.

“Hey Midoriya,” Kamanari called, “What the heck were you, and Yukitomo talk about during you fight?”

“Yeah,” Ashido called, “We were gonna ask him but Recovery Girl dragged him away.”

“Well, um...”

“Iida! You’re back!”

Izuku turned to see his other friend straight from the lost match with Yukitomo. The green-haired teen let out a sigh of relief. He really didn’t want to have to talk about his fight with Yukitomo.

“Hello everyone,” Iida said.

“Hey, Iida! You did a great job out! It was awesome!” Yoarashi said.

“Thank you,” the blue-haired teen said before his whole body started to vibrate.

“Ah!”

“Don’t worry, just my phone,” Iida said, at Izuku and Uararaka’s shock, “It’s my mother. I’ll be back.”

Izuku watched him walk away and looked down at the field, with a sinking feeling he had done something to Yukitomo he couldn’t take back or fix.

XXX

The final round was only a couple minutes away. Shoto was trying to clear his mind. Forget about Midoriya. Forget about the monster. Forget about what Recovery Girl said. Just think about the match.

In the end, Shoto popped off his phone case and pulled out the picture he kept there. It was from around a year or so ago. They wear at a festival, dressed in kimonos, and smiling. It had been a good night. Natsuo had won fish he named Gin, and Shoto had gotten an oni mask that looked like the one Dabi had tattooed on his arm (which is still in his room). Someone had been kind enough to take their picture during the fireworks, which could be seen in the background of the photo.

Shoto sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back at the picture. The Shoto Yukitomo a year hadn’t done what had. That Shoto was still safe without a care in the world. He sighed and put the picture back in his phone case.

Shoto had gotten no new messages from his siblings. Not a call or a text. Not since lunch. Whether that was good or bad, Shoto hadn’t the faintest clue.

Dabi was going to kill him.

Not that he wanted to, but Shoto could already see the look of fear and disappointment in Fuyumi’s eyes.

He had no idea how Natsuo as going to react, but probably not good.

How could he have messed up this bad?

Shoto looked at his left hand. He wasn’t naive. Shoto was aware of the ultimate power he wielded. Even when he used just his right side, he was stronger than most. But his left side was a whole other story.

Dabi had shown him how to control it was he was younger. But Shoto’s firepower at age eight was a lot different than Shoto’s firepower at age 15. Shoto realized his brother never forced him to be accepting of his left side. He had a sneaking suspicion that Dabi wanted to teach Shoto to use his fire. To train with it and make it Shoto’s own gift and ability. To show Shoto that he was his own person with the flames as well as the ice. But Dabi never pushed it, letting Shoto reject that part of himself to help him deny their father.

Shoto swallowed. He hardly ever thought of their old man now in days. He didn’t do it because thoughts of that man brought up painful memories. Mom crying in her room because she thought they weren’t around to see her. Touya on the dojo floor, moaning in pain as his skin seared and the smell of burnt flesh surfaced everyone. Fuyumi shaking at Father’s loud voice, telling her to get out. Natsuo turning even paler because he had the audacity to come and see if Shoto was okay and Father caught him.

Shoto closed his eyes. Don’t think about it, he thought, not now.

Just then, the door to the waiting room banged open. Shoto turned to see Bakugou standing in the doorway. They both looked at each other for a minute.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Bakugou yelled at him.

“I made to the finals,” Shoto said, turning his head away from the blond, “We’re going against each other.”

Bakugou set off an explosion knocking the table across the room. Shoto blinked up, fazed. He turned to the other boy who looked pissed.

“Let’s get one thing straight, ice princess,” Bakugou spat, “You are not going to fucking hold back on me like you did with the glasses guy.”

“Iida,” Shoto said.

“No fucking cares!” Bakugou yelled, “You use your full power on me, just like you did with fucking Deku. I’m going to put you in your grave, but if I see you half-assing it-”

“You’ll do what?” Shoto asked, “What I do is none of your business last I checked.”

Shoto watched as the blond’s face twist even more in furry. It reminds Shoto of the people in Taijo’s crowd. The ones who got pissed at Dabi’s snarky words and higher status among them.

“You use your full power, you fuckwad,” Bakugou said, “I don’t give a shit about you dumb personal reasons.”

Shoto had no idea how Bakugou found out, probably overheard, but him saying that made him mad. Usually, it wouldn’t have, but after today it did.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me,” Shoto said, standing up and turning to storm out of the room.

As he left, Shoto could hear the explosive teens yells, but he didn’t listen. He was, Shoto was so done with this day. A tiny part of him wanted to leaven right now. He pushed that away. He had a festival to win right now.

XXX

Harue sniffed and rubbed her nose with her sleeve. The trail thingy is over now, and from what she understood, no one was happy about. The judge lady had said a bunch of stuff Harue didn’t understand. And she hadn’t liked those lawyer people either. They asked Harue about things she didn’t want to talk about. One of them made her take her bandages off and show her bruises. They asked if she was afraid of Daddy and if she loved Auntie Kosake more. She didn’t want to talk about that! She wanted to go home.

Now she was home in away. She was at Uncle Iroh’s, but it wasn’t better. When they got here, Auntie Kosake yelled and screamed, and Uncle Iroh tried to help calm down her.

“It’s no right!” she cried, her sobs loud enough for Harue to hear, “He should go to jail for what he’s done, not get joint custody!”

Harue covered her ears and let out a whimper. She wanted Nii-chan, but he was angry too and hiding in his room.

Harue found Miss. Yamamoto and Ryoto and hide under her blanket under the bed. Why did big people have to yell? Daddy yelled. Auntie yelled. There was too much noise!

Was it her fault? Was she a bad girl? It felt like it was. Everyone kept talking about her what was best for her. Uncle Iroh and Auntie Kosake said it wasn’t. Even Daddy said she didn't do anything wrong, and he hadn’t even yelled at her for asking.

Daddy was scary, and Harue was afraid of him, but she still liked Daddy. He’d pick her up and carry her around the house, and he gave her Ryoto and Miss. Yamamoto fixed when her face broke. But Daddy did yell a lot. He yelled at her and Nii-chan. He yelled at Auntie, Kosake, the most.

Harue didn’t like living with Daddy. He was loud and made her get up early. She didn’t like the nannies. Daddy had at his house. The ones who fussed over her every day. She didn’t like the teacher Daddy had come in. She wanted to go big kid school like Nii-chan finally got to. Daddy didn’t like her Quirk either or Nii-chan’s.

She wished Daddy would work less. Maybe he’d be less grump. Maybe then he’d play with Harue, and Nii-chan like Uncle Iroha and Auntie Kosake did. Maybe if he were home, he'd see how boring it was there and take Harue and Nii-chan go out and play at the park, like Uncle Iroh did. Daddy said she or Nii-chan couldn’t go out, not after the last time.

Harue felt her lip quiver and curled up very small and started to cry. She tried to be quiet, so no one would come in and made her talk about why she was sad. But soon enough, she heard the door open, and she tried to stop crying altogether.

“Harue-chan?” Nii-chan’s voice called. Harue felt someone drag her out from underneath the bed and take the blanket off her head. Nii-chan looked at her and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Everyone's so loud, “ she sobbed, hiding her head in Nii-chan chest. Harue felt him wrap her arms around her. He didn’t make her talk about her feelings or anything. He just gave her a really good hug.

“Come on,” he said, “let’s watch the Sports Festival,” he said, “I recorded it for you.”

“You did?” She asked, rubbing her eyes and letting out a tiny sniff.

“Yeah, I did,” Nii-chan said, “Come on,” he said, holding his hand out for Harue to take. Slowly and quietly, they crept to their cousin’s room (who Uncle Iroh said was at university, and that’s why he did live here anymore). When they got in Nii-chan, shut the door, and Harue jumped up on the foot of the bed.

Harue’s eyes grew wide with wonder at all the big kids and their powers. They were all so cool and strong. But there was one boy Harue liked the most. He had white hair and two different colored eyes. He looked pretty. But not only that, his Quirk was really cool! He had an ice Quirk! Harue never seen anything like it before.

When the battles happen, she begged Nii-chan to let her just watch the one with the white-haired boy. They could rewatch the other matches later!

In the first fight, the white-haired boy made a huge wall of ice, and it was so big! Harue had jumped off the bed to look at the tv even closer. That was until Nii-chan pulled Harue away a bit because he said it would ruin her eyes.

But in the second fight, something amazing happened. The white-haired boy didn’t just have an ice Quirk but a fire one too!

“Nii-chan! Nii-chan look, he has two Quirks! Two of them see! See!?”

“I don’t think he has two Harue,” Nii-chan said, look really hard at the tv. Harue hadn’t really cared. Harue just wanted to see the boy use his power more.

They watched another fight, but this time the white-haired boy didn’t use his firepower, and Haruhi was a bit disappointed. He grabbed the remote to skip to the next fight, but she didn’t get far before it stopped.

“Hey!” she cried.

“Were caught up in real-time,” Nii-chan said, “That means we get to watch the fight live.”

“Really!?” Harue asked, turning around to look at her brother.

“Yeah.”

Harue smiled and jumped back on the bed with Nii-chan, “I don’t want to miss it!” she said.

“Don’t worry,” Nii-chan said, “You won’t.”

“I hope he wins,” Harue said. Nii-chan nodded, but when Harue looked at him, she couldn’t help but think that he looked sad.

XXX

Shoto let out a breath. Bakugo was a good fighter. Shoto knew that going in. All his regular tick didn’t seem to work on the blond, not in the way he wanted.

However, that didn’t mean that Shoto wasn’t doing well. He had landed a few hits on the other boy. Shoto also noticed that Bakugo kept grabbing his forearms. He was reaching his limit too.

The end of the fight was drawing near. Shoto could feel it in his gut. This was it. This was the time to prove everything.

It was happening, Bakugo was coming at him. If Shoto did this right, he could end the match in one blow. There was one problem. He felt cold, almost more so that before. Damn it, why now?

Shoto wasn’t thinking, that problem why he raised his left arm in the air. He could feel the flames begin to build. Bakugo wanted him to use his full power, fine he’d give it to him. He takes first with both his sides.

But then another flood of memories came.

Mom crying. Touya in so much pain. Natsuo and Fuyumi looking so scared. Shoto’s own broken and bleeding body on the ground.

But it didn’t end there. He thought of the first birthday he had with his siblings. He thought of play heroes and villains with Shiki as children. He thought of the movie nights the Yukitomo siblings had. The memorable dinners the four of them had. He thought of going up on the roof of the building watching planes fly overhead. He thought of Natsuo play football with him. He thought of Fuyumi teaching him how to make soba. He thought of Dabi training him, and the playfully messing up his hair like he always did.

Shoto thought about how happy he had been. How happy they had all been. How lucky they were.

Shoto lowered his arm and looked down.

No, winning isn't worth tradining all that away.

He wasn’t ready to embrace that part of himself. Not yet. Not without help.

Shoto closed his eyes and wait for Bakugo to come and knock him out. He wasn’t winning today. That felt like the only choice he could make at the moment.

XXX

Shoto looked down at the silver medal. Even though this what borderline a day from hell, Shoto was still proud of himself. But most of that pride was crushed by the feelings of anger and fear. What was going to happen now? What were his classmates going to say? His friends?

He had avoided everyone after his match with Midoriya. He didn’t know how to confront them. Did he tell them what Recovery Girl had said? Would they believe it? Had he given them a reason not too?

Then there were his teachers. Was he going to get in trouble? It was clear the Recovery Girl knew he was lying about his Quirk being stunted, but would she tell them? Wasn't there a rule that doctors could tell other people about someone's medical stuff?

And even if everyone bought what Recovery Girl said and even if she didn’t tell the teachers there was still Midoriya. Would he go around debunking everything? Would he tell everyone everything he knew? And what about Bakugo? He knew somehow too.

Shoto tried to tell himself that Midoriya wasn’t that kind of person. He also said to himself that Bakugo didn’t care.

After letting out a heavy sigh, Shoto buried his hands in his face. What had he done? What had he done to himself and everyone he cared about?

Once more, Shoto looked down at the medal. He remembered what All Might had said he placed it around his neck.

“You fought well, but I can see you’ve been dealing with many other problems today. I won’t ask, but you can relax now, the day is over,” He had looked at Shoto, “Well done, young Yukitomo.”

All Might was almost right. The day wasn’t done yet, he still had to go back to class for a few announcements. He still had to face his siblings. He still had to deal with Dabi's wrath.

There was no point in delaying it any longer. Shoto Stood up and walked out of the locker room and to the classroom. He waited outside a few seconds and then pushed the door open.

It was a typical scene, everyone was standing it little groups talking. Shoto saw Yaoyarozu and Yoarashi toward the back by their spots. When they saw him come in, they stood up and walked over.

“Yukitomo, are you okay?” Yoarashi asked, truly looking worried.

“Yeah, man are you alright,” Kirishima asked, walking over to him. Shoto know released most of the class was looking at him.

“Yeah,” Shoto said, nodding, “I’m fine.”

“Recovery Girl told us what happened,” Uararaka said.

“Did she?”

“Yeah, she said that part of your Quirk had been suppressed and manifested under presser.”

“Yeah, that a simple way of saying it,” Shoto said. Eventually, Shoto got to his seat and sat down. He had heard that Iida had gone home after their match because something happened to his older brother. Shoto hoped that it was nothing big, but with things day probably not.

When the door opened again, it was Midoriya, and Shoto winced at the sight of his arms. He knew that a lot, if not all, the damage that happened to Midoriya’s limbs was green-haired teen own fault but still.

Soon enough, Mr. Aizawa came into the room and stood in front of the room. He said that they did and that there be no school for a few days. Shoto kinda tooned it out, letting his mind wander. When they were dismissed, Shoto stood up quickly and was going to run to his locker as soon as he could, but before his hand could touch the door, Mr. Aizawa said, “Yukitomo wait.”

Shoto turned around as the rest of his classmates head home.

“Yes, Mr.Aizawa?” Shoto asked, feeling nervous.

“Principal Nedzu, All Might, and I would like to have a talk with you.”

Shoto swallowed but nodded.

XXX

Shoto felt like a rabbit being stared down by wolves. He was sitting in a chair in front of a table before two of his teachers and the school principal. All Might and Principal Nedzu were smiling at him, and Mr.Aizawa’s face was still hidden by his bandages from the events of USJ.

Shoto's hands were on his lap, and he was gripping the material of his pants so tight that is knuckles turned white. Shoto had developed an excellent poker face over the year. But slowly, he could feel himself starting to crack.

Finally, Principal Nedzu broke the silence, “I would like to begin this by saying that you are not in trouble, Yukitomo.”

Shoto only nodded. Like his talk with Recovery Girl, Shoto was nervous about slipping up his wording.

“We simply called you heard to have a talk about what happens now.”

“I thought I wasn’t in trouble,” Shoto said.

“You’re not,” Mr. Aizawa, “However, as you may know, new powers are hard to control, and something like fire can be quite hazardous.”

Nedzu nodded, “Yes, and though you have incredible control of your right side, we’re are a bit worried about your left side getting out of control unintentionally.”

“We’ve already spoken with your brother,” All Might said, “As he is your legal guardian. He says he has a fire Quirk and that he will work with you if you wish.”

“Overall, what we are asking is that you be careful with your new power to not try anything too risky too soon,” Nedzu said, folding his hands (paws?) together.

“I understand,” Shoto said. They talked to him a little more. As the minutes ticked on, Shoto grew more and more nervous. Deep down, he had the urge to bolt out of the room and run home as fast as he could.

They did let Shoto go, and the white-haired teen had to fight himself to not run out the door.

As he walked down the hall, he began to feel his feet get heavy. An hour ago, he wanted nothing more than to go home, but now he was nervous about going back.

“Yukitomo!” a voice called.

Shoto turned around to see Midoriya. The other teen looked at Shoto and said, “I just wanted to say… I just wanted to…” Midoriya looked down as if he was trying to think of what to say.

Shoto looked down at his own feet and said, “I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore.”

Where he and Midoriya even friends before? He had a feeling that maybe they were, but now he wasn’t sure

Midoriya’s head snapped up and said: “I don’t want to stop being friends with you, Yukitomo.”

“You don’t?” Shoto asked, looking up again.

The green-haired teen shook his head, “No, I still want to be friends. All I was saying before was that I understand that your life must have been hard, and I have no idea what that’s like, but if you ever need to talk, if you ever wanna talk, I’ll listen.”

“Midoriya I-,” Shoto sighed and smiled, “Thank you, Midoriya.”

“You’re welcome.”

XXX

When Shoto got outside the school, Gekko was waiting for him. She rubbed her head against his leg and purred happily. Shoto bent rubbed the top of her head. Gekko also gave Shoto a few nips and licks before heading off.

Once the cat was out of sight, Shoto stood up to head home. He hardly got out of the gates before he heard someone call, “Shoto, hey!” Shoto looked up and saw Dabi. He was smiling ear to ear, waving at Shoto from across the street. Shoto walked over to him as fast as he could.

“You did fucking amazing!” Dabi said as Shoto was halfway to him, “Come on, show me the metal. I think I’m going to have to hang it in the shop right next to your old drawing-”

“I’m so sorry!” Shoto yelled when he got in front of his brother. Dabi’s smile feel, and very quietly he said, “Shoto, kid,”

“I’m so sorry, Dabi,” Shoto “I hadn’t meant for any of it to happen I don’t know what came over me. I should have held back, and I didn’t. I know I put us all in danger, and I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Dabi I’m sorry-”

SMACK!

Dabi had slapped him and then pulled Shoto into a tight hug.

“Let’s get one thing straight, kid,” Dabi said, his voice shaking, from what Shoto didn’t know, “You’ve done nothing wrong, got it. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Shoto didn’t know what to say. He had been ready for yelling and screaming, not this. It just dawned on Shoto how tired he was, how drained he was. It had been a very emotional day, and Shoto just couldn’t hold back anymore. The dam broke, and Shoto began to cry. He cried and gripped the side of Dabi’s jacket. Shoto cried and cried, Dabi holding him tight to his chest. They just stood there on the sidewalk, Shoto just letting it all out.

Once Shoto had calmed down a bit, Dabi wiped some tears away from his younger brother’s face and asked, “Feel better?”

Shoto nodded, and Dabi said, “Good. Now let’s go home.”

XXX

When the two got back to the tattoo parlor, almost everyone who had been there that day was gone. Everyone but the other two Yukitomo siblings, Mrs.Kitabayashi, and Ren and Hotaka.

Shoto had been quiet most of the walk home. Dabi didn’t push him for answers or to talk. They just walked.

When they got inside the shop, Fuyumi rushed to hug Shoto.

“I’m so proud of you!” she said, grinning so wide it looked like her face was going to split in two.

“I’m sorry I missed up,” Dabi heard Shoto whispered.

“I don’t wanna hear that talk,” Fyumi said, letting Shoto out of her embrace. Then it was Ren turn, “Darling, you did wonderfully,” she said, hugging Shoto.

“Thank you, Ren. It’s good to see you.”

“Well done, kid,” Hotaka said, patting Shoto’s shoulder. Next, it was Natsuo to pull Shoto into one of his bone-crushing hugs. Shoto huffed in protest but went ignored. Finally, Mrs.Kitabayashi smiled at him, quickly hug him, and said, “You did wonderfully, dear.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Shoto said.

“Alright,” Dabi said, “I waited long enough, show us the damn metal!”

“Yeah, Shoto, come on!” Natsuo cherried, “Whip it out.”

They all watched as Shoto fished around in his pockets for a minute or so only to pull out the silver medal. They all cheered and clapped, smiling ear to ear.

“We very proud of you,” Dabi said, resting his hand on Shoto's shoulder.

“Yeah, and I’m not even mad that I lost 6000 yen today,” Natsuo said.

“You what?” Shoto said, looking at him.

“You were betting on our brother?!” Fuyumi growled.

“Oh, what? That’s a bad thing?”

Soon enough, everyone was sitting around eating and giving commentary on the other Sports Festivals. Dabi told Shoto that he recorded he and the Shoto could watch it later. They also busted out the cake that had made, and you almost couldn’t tell that it really said “Congrats on 1st” instead of “Congrats on 2nd”.

“You know silver is much more your color anyway,” Mrs. Kitabayashi said. They all got a good laugh out of that.

After a while, Ren and Hotaka went home, and so did Mrs. Kitabayashi. Then it was just the Yukitomo siblings left. A little later, Dabi’s phone buzzed, and he looked to see a text that said:

Birdman: Hey, come outside quick.

Dabi slipped out quickly, and adjacent from the shop, he saw the winged hero.

“Hey,” the raven-haired man said.

“Hey yourself,” Hawks said, smiling, “I have like thirty seconds before I gotta go again, so I thought I swing by.”

“How noble of you,” Dabi said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” Hawks said, “Um, I thought that maybe we could hang out sometime next week. You know, watch the movie, like we were talking about?”

Dabi looked up at the sky like he was thinking about it, “Maybe I could work something out. I’m kinda busy now and days. Might have to just book a few more days just so I can’t give you the free time.”

“Come on,” Hawks said, “You’re killing me here.

“Fine then,” Dabi said, looking back at him, “I free Wednesday night, does that work.”

“It does actually,” Hawks said.

“Good, I’ll be there,” Dabi said. Just then, Hawks’ watched beeped, and Dabi heard the shorter man let out a string of curses, “I got to go.”

“Can I get you something to eat before you leave?” Dabi asked.

“As great as that be,” Hawks said, “It’s not a good idea to eat and fly. Learned that the hard way.”

Dabi bit back a laugh.

“Tell your brother congrats for me,” Hawks said.

“Will do.”

And with Hawks flew off and out of Dabi’s sight. The tattoo artist sight and went back inside. The news was on now, and Shoto’s face was not a good sign.

“What’s wrong?” Dabi asked, sitting down.

“My classmate’s brother,” Shoto said quietly, pointing to the screen as the news anchor talked about the Hero Killer: Stain have attacked the hero Ingenium, and the hero in mention was in critical condition.

Dabi looked at Shoto, who was now looking down at his feet. There was nothing that Dabi could really say to make Shoto feel better about this one. He didn’t think, “Hey, sorry, your friend's brother might die,” way to help.

But then another news story came on. The one from earlier today. Dabi groaned but left it on. Shoto needed to see this. It would help him calm down.

“Hey, look at this,” he said, nudging Shoto. The white-haired teen looked up at the news reporter.

“Now, with more info on a story, we covered earlier today. The Flame Hero Endeavor apprehended a group known criminals earlier today in a raid. The police in the heroes involved, mainly the number two hero and many of his sidekicks, were hoping to find the villains base but to no avail see as it was only a mere hideout. The sketch of the leader of the organization and others is still ongoing.”

Dabi turned to look at Shoto, who leaned back and let out a sigh of relief. It was the first he’d seen Shoto relaxed all day. Dabi smiled, but it soon vanished as he heard the reporter went on.

“We have been given permission to tell you the name of the crime group and their young leader. The Name of the organization is the Demegawa Gray Skulls, and their leader is believed to be a man named Taijo Hayabusa.”

Everyone in the room got quiet. All eyes were on Dabi as he stared at the screen.

“If he even thinks about dragging us into this,” he said slowly, “I will kill him.”

And do know that that was no exaggeration.

#todoroki shouto #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki family #dabi is a todoroki #todoroki natsuo #wdfb

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galaxythixf · 5 years ago

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@grapegremlin said: 💌

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One late night and his brain refused to shut down. His mind was racing with theories and possibilities so it was only wise to pick up his phone and write it all out. He knew that it was late and the chances of the recipricant getting back to him soon were slim but he wasn’t in any rush for a response. Hopefully Mineta would understand.

[Text 3:45]: I was thinking about it the other day and wanted to ask if you ever thought about using a support item to melt your sticky hairballs? If you had the ability to spray that down, you’d be able to cover a lot more ground and not only that but it leaves a lot of space for you to work with too! You have such a fascinating Quirk, Mineta-kun and the way you use it never ceases to amaze me. Oh uh, this is Midoirya by the way!

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craftyshipper · 6 years ago

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Support IV

This will be sort of a second part to the last chapter, wrapping with the Todoroki brothers. Character death ahead, sorry!

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It was raining as his family and he stood at the gravesite watching as the casket was lowered into the ground. Fuyumi and Natsuo had each had a hand on one of his shoulders, squeezing firmly to keep him grounded. Hoping to keep him from thinking about what happened.

They knew he blamed himself for Touya’s death and they were doing everything they could to assure him that he wasn’t to blame. But how could he not be, when Touya sacrificed his life to save him.

His mom, who had been allowed to attend the funeral was on her knees, crying about how she had failed her children, and that only seemed to make him feel even worse.

Their father, stood a few feet away, giving Rei time to grieve and not attempting to make her feel threatened in any way. He took the blame for Touya becoming what he did; if he hadn’t been so blinded by his goals and wants, none of this would have happened. He couldn’t save his son and that would forever be his sin.

Shouto’s classmates were allowed to attend the funeral as well, not to really grieve for the man that had died, but to support their friend who wasn’t taking this so well.

Momo couldn’t take her eyes off of the red and white-haired male and it pained her to know that there was nothing she could really do to make him feel better. And to see him in tears after his brother jumped in to protect him, broke her heart because she knew he would blame himself for all of it.

Now as they stood here, their umbrellas raised to block the rain, she couldn’t make herself take those few steps towards him. Even she hadn’t yet figured out what to say to him.

What can you say after someone’s death?

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“You’ll pay for this betrayal Dabi!” Shigaraki snarled at the male who had just knocked out Spinner, stopping him from charging at Shouto with his makeshift long sword.

“It’s not a betrayal, I told you to leave Shouto out of this!”

Dabi was pissed. When he had revealed himself to be the son of Endeavor, he had specifically told Shigaraki to leave his siblings and his mom out of the line of fire. He didn’t give a damn what happened to his old man. But it seemed Shigaraki didn’t even want to give him that.

He turned to stare at his brother’s classmates.

Midoirya, Uraraka and Bakugo had their hands full with Toga while Momo, Jirou and Kaminari dealt with Mr. Compress. Despite it being three on one, they were still having a bit of trouble subduing the villains due to the nature of their quirks as well as their fighting style.

Most of the rest of the class were evacuating the civilians while trying to keep families together as others panicked while running away from the scene.

And then he turned to his brother. The younger Todoroki was engaged in a fight with Twice, one of his classmates by the name of Shoji, he believed, was fighting alongside him but Twice was a slippery son of a bitch.

When he faced Shigaraki again, the decay villain glared at him before turning to the high-end nomu, another powerful creature that was luckily created to assist them after the other had been destroyed by Endeavor.

“Kill him!”

Dabi was prepared for the monster to attack him when Shigaraki gave the order to it, but what he wasn’t expecting was the creature to bypass him and go straight his little brother.

This is bad.

Shouto was caught up in his fight with Twice, he wasn’t going to be able to stop the attack much less block it. Dabi knew he had to do something, he wasn’t that far away from him.

He shouted.

“Shouto!”

Twice skidded away when he saw the beast coming at them, putting himself a safe distance away from the soon to be blood bath but was easily taken out by another pro hero who had seen his retreat. Leaving the red and white-haired teen to glance up with wide eyes.

“Shouto!” Came Momo’s call, but he knew there wasn’t time.

Was this where he died?

He waited but the pain never came. Instead, a lanky figure blocked the hit with their own body. Blood splattering on the ground and onto Shouto’s clothes and it only took him a second to realize who had saved him.

“T-Touya?” His voice cracked.

“You’re such a brat,” was all Dabi managed to say as he tumbled back, the smaller male barely catching him and lowering him to the ground, tears in his eyes.

“Touya!”

Dabi let out a pained exhale of breath as Shouto laid him out and tried to assess the deep gashes on his chest. The blue flame user managed to grasp his arm to stop his advances on the wounds.

“Stop,” he coughed, “it’s too late little brother.”

“No! You can’t do this,” Shouto cried out, “n-not like this...not for me.” He bowed his head as tears slipped down his cheeks. “Why did have to do it?”

“Because, that’s what older brothers are for,” Dabi wheezed in response, “I can die knowing I did at least one thing right...and that was protecting you.”

The fire and ice user gritted his teeth in rage as he heard the screech of the nomu coming in for another swipe at them. His breathing heavy, his brother’s hand slipped from his arm, his eyes slowly shutting.

“Tell everyone I’m sorry,” Dabi whispered, “And I love them.”

“Touya...” Shouto harshly murmured as he bit back tears.

The nomu was upon him, but the creature hadn’t expected the ice that exploded out from the teen’s right side before his left turned to a blaze of blue flames, his jacket not able to stand that level of heat was incinerated in an instant.

The last thing he remembered was launching his attack before everything went black.

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His phone had been chiming for the last twelve hours after the funeral. Calls and texts from his friends and family all went unanswered while he sat on his balcony, his phone left abandoned and ignored next to his futon.

Shouto didn’t want to ignore any of them, but what was he supposed to say?

What could they say?

I’m sorry your brother is dead?

That he was a villain?

With a shaky sigh, he wiped his hands down his face, his fingers catching on the white bandage on his cheek before he looked at his bandaged arm. It didn’t hurt anymore, the burn he had received from using such hot flames, seemed insignificant compared to everything else that happened.

He honestly felt lost and part of him is angry, at his father, at the world but mostly at himself.

A loud knock sounded on his door, but he refused to answer it.

“Shouto.”

Of course it’s Momo. Part of him wanted to answer the door, but the other half didn’t want any visitors.

“Don’t make me come up from the balcony.”

Was she really trying to use the same ploy that he had used on her a few months ago?

“I’d like to see you try,” he answered.

He heard her sigh before her footsteps became quieter as she walked away. He settled back to his spot on the balcony and it was quiet for at least ten minutes until he saw a grappling hook appear over the railing, fastening to it.

Standing to his feet he peered over the edge and spotted Momo scaling the rope, her hard-earned strength allowing her to easily haul herself up the tall building.

Quickly stepping back, he looked at her in disbelief when she managed to climb over the railing, her breathing a bit labored despite her training.

“Hi stranger,” she greeted.

“What are you doing up here?”

“To check on you, dummy.”

“Why?”

“Um, because all of us are worried about you.”

“I’m fine,” he lied.

She saw right through his attempt to claim he was okay and she wasn’t having that. She came to stand in front of him and stared him straight in the eye.

“When will you stop lying to me?”

“I’m not lying,” he snapped.

“You haven’t talked to anyone since the funeral.”

“What am I supposed to say?” He gritted angrily through his teeth, “they won’t understand, they didn’t have a connection to Touya besides him attacking them.”

“No, we don’t,” she began, “but we do have a connection to you and when you’re hurting, it hurts all of us.”

“I can’t-”

She cut him off when she yelled at him, “don’t say you can’t just because you think we won’t understand!”

She couldn’t take the silence anymore. He could never seem to seek her out when he felt so low and it bothered her. What kind of friend was she if he couldn’t come to her for help?

He glared at her for her outburst, he didn’t need this right now and she isn’t making this situation any better.

“You think you understand?!” He shouted, “then why can’t you understand that I want to be left alone?!” He stepped into her space, forcing her to take a step back.

Why do I feel like everyone wants to keep crowding me, calling me nonstop for the last twelve fucking hours! I’m trying to process what happened! I’m going to have to live everyday knowing my brother is dead because of me!” Shouto’s breathing was ragged as he shouted at her. “Do you know how fucking shitty that makes me feel? I should be the one-“

Momo slapped him.

Hard.

Shouto barely reacted to the hit, the shock far outweighing the pain. And when he met her gaze, there were tears in her eyes, the crystal drops sliding down her cheeks as she glared at him.

“Don’t you say it!” She cried, “Don’t you ever think like that again, ever!”

“You-”

“Shut up!” Momo snapped. “I’m sorry that your brother is gone Shouto, I really am, but wishing you were the one that was dead won’t make anything better.”

“Momo-”

“Did you even think about how your death would affect your family? What it would do to our friends?” She paused when her voice began to crack, “what it would do to me?” She sobbed and covered her face and Shouto reached out to wrap his arms around her.

“I’m sorry,” Shouto murmured into her hair, “I’m lost and I don’t know what to do Momo. The whole thing plays on repeat in my mind and I can’t help wondering what I could have done to prevent it.”

His shoulders shook as a shudder made its way through his body. He felt the familiar sting behind his eyes as he realized his friends and family were hurting just as much as he is.

“I need help Momo.” His voice cracked as tears slipped down his cheeks.

Her arms wound around his waist, her hand coming up to cup the back of his head in a comforting manner and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Boy, she had wished he had done this earlier.

#todomomo #shouto and momo #todoroki and yaoyorozu #craftyshipper fanfiction

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