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I. Midoriya - New Beginnings

Synopsis. Stained and calloused, the commission has nurtured your palms into silent artillery and trained you to fight the wolves they throw you in with. Not at all accounting for the possibility that you too might learn to bite the hand that feeds you.

- or alternatively - in which the Hero Commission recruits YOU to go undercover as a student in UA to keep a certain class, who already seems to be a magnet for trouble, in check…

It’s safe to say you get a little more than what your briefing covered.

A story of the finding of self love, a family, and a new beginning.

Series masterlist.

Chapter warnings. emotional manipulation, Izuku Midoriya the man that you are, deku accidentally hurts the reader a LOT in this chap LMAO, more hitting deku in the nuts, silly willy class A working their magic on the reader, aizawa brining out reader’s suppressed daddy issues?! remember when I said class A shenanigans last chapter? Well, it’s worse this chapter.

Chapter synopsis. Let’s go to camp! But first, Madam President wants to speak to you again? No biggie!…

3| Training Camp: start. 11.3k words

You couldn't lie to yourself, you were nervous.

Around a half hour ago, you had received the familiar orders to head west once again. You hadn't planned to be returning for a debriefing so suddenly, much less when your mission had hardly even began. Nonetheless, you pulled on your hero suit and walked the overfamiliar dull halls of the HPSC headquarters.

Upon entering the room, you notice the president seated behind her desk with her elbows propped up and fingers interlaced before her face.

'Oh no, she's in her classic anime villain pose.' You shriek internally.

"Aeron, come closer." She orders, voice dangerously low.

Gulping, you noticed that she had skipped the traditional wishes of pleasant mornings and formal greetings. "Madam President." You acknowledge, assuring her that your attention was on what she was to speak of and no where else.

"Take a look at this," She utters and reveals a news article from the folder that lays upon her desk top. The said article discussed a student of UA being manhandled and threatened at the local mall just yesterday. "So? What do you have to say for yourself?"

A look of horror paints your face, not able to fathom what she held before your eyes. "You still read the newspaper?!"

"Aeron. Be serious for once in your life." Her eyes harden as she grits your hero alias bitterly. "Where were you?" She asks.

"With all due respect, President, I had no way of knowing this was going to happen. It's simply not possible to know of every single student's whereabouts throughout every hour of the day." You defend yourself.

"Of course not," She spits as if the words were laced with acidic lemon juice. "But it is possible when they travel in a group. Apparently most of the class was also present, call it an outing of some sort. A class you are now apart of, so I repeat: Where were you?" She drills.

Lowering your head in a state of dishonor, you feel yourself shrink at the weight of her disapproving gaze, "I wasn't informed." You mutter softly.

"You weren't invited, Aeron. That is the problem here. You must gain their trust and camaraderie so that you are made aware of these instances. An elite hero course class from a prestigious academy all in the same building, with no protection might I add. Any intelligent villain would seize this opportunity. Unfortunately, one did."

Finally gaining the courage to lift your head, you ask, "Were they harmed?"

"Thankfully, no one was. The police are launching an investigation as to why the villain solely sought out a singular student, and you are going to be of their aid."

"Of their aid?" You repeat curiously. "What might that entail?"

"Nothing that alters your current objective as of yet, at least not too much." She answers, "All we ask is that, if you find any important information, no matter how minute it may seem, you are to report it to me directly."

"Information regarding what exactly?" You inquire, still not completely comprehending what it was she was asking of you.

"Izuku Midoriya."

The moment she uttered his name into the existence of your conversation, your body instantly went on edge. There was something about that boy that had your instincts going erratic, not in the aspect where you felt yourself in danger, or rather, physical danger, but instead as if you were exploring uncharted lands. Hiking Mount Everest or sailing the Bermuda Triangle.

His aura alone was enough to intrigue you. It was asphyxiating, as if he had accumulated generations worth of energy in his still young body.

"We don't think it's anything sinister regarding the boy, but we need information so that we are caught off guard no more." She further explains. "I trust you can handle this additional weight to your objective."

Still, it pains you that you were unable to fulfill your mission's goal of keeping them safe. More so, it pains you to disappoint the blonde woman before you.

"Forgive me, Madam President. This won't happen again, I will assure it." You promise as you place your hands on your thighs and bend your body into the deepest bow you could conjure as your heart aches in the gaze of her disappointed stare, "As well as, you can count on me to relay any information regarding Izuku Midoriya directly to you, commissioner."

"See to it that it doesn't." She states, before a brief pause ensues. "Aeron, I chose you specifically because I know that you are capable of this task. You have never and will never disappoint me. In fact, I want you to take this as a mere warning."

"A warning of what, President?"

"A warning of what could happen, should you not properly integrate yourself into the coterie of aspiring heroes, in other words, should you not take this seriously. You have done nothing wrong as of yet, I just want you to expand on your efforts of befriending these students. Whether you have to fake it till you make it or not, the sooner you act, the better. When do you begin attending classes?" She ends with an inquiry.

Nodding in compliance, you answer, "It is currently summer break, but I was invited to attend the summer training camp, which should enact soon."

"Very well, I believe I have made the correct choice. Feel free to prove truth to my judgement." She tells you with finalization.

Bowing once again, this time in confirmation, you accept orderly. "Affirmative, I shall do so with pleasure." Straightening your back and looking to the woman for approval of your departure, your eyes hold nothing but the familiar gaze of an obedient child soldier.

A loyal government dog.

That fact causes a pleased smile to grace the chair woman's lips.

"UA has finished its first semester and started summer vacation." Mr. Aizawa announces, before his mercury eyes harden into narrow slits and he scrutinizes his class. "However, those of you aiming to be heroes will not receive a single day of rest. At this summer camp, we will have you striving for even greater heights. Go plus ultra and all that."

"Yes, sir!" The class yells in unison upon his dismissal and the weary teacher drags his feet across the pavement as he leaves to finalize the preparations for the trip.

"Aeron!"

At the abrupt call of your name, your head shifts to find none other than Iida hastily padding his way over to where you stood.

"As this is your very first excursion with us as a class, allow me, Tenya Iida: your new Class Representative, to extend a warm welcome your way. Of course, as much enjoyment as this will bring us, please heed Mr. Aizawa's earlier words of staying on task and sparing no effort regarding your training. As you know, training regiments are a very crucial component to-"

"Oh. Em. Gee!" A high pitched squeal interrupts his headstrong monologue, leaving the boy sputtering in its wake. "I cannot believe that Mr. Aizawa let you join us for camp. This'll be the best opportunity to get to know each other and he must have known that!"

Pink fingers gingerly gripped your arm as she tugged and swayed you every which way. Taken aback by her enthusiastic greeting, you fight the urge to pull away, nearly jumping out of your own skin at the foreign touch. In all honesty, you would've, if not for the chair woman's earlier words ringing in your ears.

Are all teenagers in this day and age so open to physical contact? You weren't sure you shared that sentiment, for the goosebumps on your arm sent your mind reeling as if her fingers would burn directly into your bones any second now.

"I don't think that is the reason he chose to invite me." You reply, your gaze bouncing repeatedly from her expression to the grip she holds you with. Though, after noticing the subtle way she faltered in her enthusiasm, your backtrack was immediate. "But, I totally agree! There's always enough time for a good time!" You mask your hesitance with forced equal vivacity.

"Right?" She agrees, "We'll play truth or dare, roast marshmallows, and have a class potluck!"

"Ahem! Ashido, it was terribly rude of you to interrupt me as I was welcoming our new comrade to our class. A favorable relationship with each other is vital to success on the battle field, you'd do well to exercise these same practices. In fact, I can tell you more about this topic if you'd like! Your personality will make this as easy as eating pie-"

"She doesn't want you to do that, Iida. I think Aeron will live without your formal greeting. Ribbit." Asui joins in the conversation, and her words do well at diminishing his intense interest in speaking to you. Though, perhaps too much. At the forlorn expression on his face, you enter a sudden state of brief panic.

'Jeez, first Ashido and now this guy... are all kids my age this sensitive? A few words are able to deter their enthusiasm? I can't allow his eagerness to make me feel welcome disappear, how will I befriend him if he decides he no longer wants to speak to me? He's the class rep, if I have him on my side, the rest are sure to follow!'

"But! It is very much appreciated, Mr. Class rep. I agree, our camaraderie definitely plays an imperial role in our pending future, which is why this is the perfect first excursion of mine with you all as a class."

"Yikes, you're sounding an awful lot like Iida there." Sero inserts himself. "Can't believe he's rubbing off on you already. What happened to the snarky overconfident chick that kicked all of our asses while talking the most shit?"

"Did I? I don't recall..." You lie.

"Don't sell yourself so short, Aeron. That shit talking was well deserved, we were getting too cocky." Kirishima adds suddenly. "With your performance during our practicals, I'm sure you'll not only better yourself this summer, but you'll totally push us to our limits as well! Don't you agree, Bakugo?"

The blond in question stood beside him, clearly not amused by the conversation being had. You could tell so by his scowl and sharp squinted eyes he pointed in your direction. Though, the only thing he releases is a coherent dissatisfied grunt.

"Hey come on, don't be rude. First meetings- or er, I guess second meetings in this case, are important! We're gonna be classmates!" Kirishima urges.

"I don't care." The blond rasps and flicks away the hand that the red head had placed onto his shoulder, "We're not here to play pretend. Besides, what you say doesn't match the look in your eyes." His words, directed at you, cause your smile to strain in its corners as you fight off the scowl that yearns to paint your lips.

Of course, he isn't wrong. But you don't need him pointing out the obvious when it's clear that the rest of the students are too oblivious to see so as well. He would only end up blowing your cover.

'Okay, I knew this guy was trouble but I didn't think he'd cause me trouble.'

"Aw, you just sound jealous Bakugo." Jirou teases, to which the boy responds with a roll of his eyes. "Still not over the broken nose?"

"Shut the hell up!"

"Ugh, whatever! What I'm most excited about is the activities we'll get to do together. Which reminds me, I've been meaning to ask you, Ronnie. What the hell is your skin care routine?!" Ashido demands the information to spill out of your mouth, her urgency clear as she shakes you by the shoulders arduously.

"Skin care rou-tine?" You articulate as best as you can whilst you are manhandled. "Wait, who is Ronnie?" You register as the girl halts her motions.

The girl giggles, "You, silly. It's a cute nickname, right?"

You eye her warily, because, a nickname? Other than Keigo, no one has ever dared to do such an intimate thing. Teenagers are weird, you realize. Or at least, the ones you have met so far. How could they, or more specifically the girl before you, behave so trustingly towards a person they've met with only once before? It was so confusing. Confusing to the point where it was stupid to you. So very stupid. The stupidest thing you've ever experienced. Stupidity at its finest.

Your cheeks are on fire.

"Y-yeah, whatever. Ronnie is fine." You reply in what was your attempt at a nonchalant tone.

"Damn right she is." Comes the atrocious voice of the smallest student in the entire school, his size only being rivaled by the principal himself. With drool spilling down his face, his small palms rub themselves together as he gawks at your exposed legs. Though, his ogling doesn't last long. Sero's leg making contact and kicking the rodent away made sure of that.

"As for my skin routine, I packed most of my products, as well as a few extras. I could show you later, if you'd like?" You offer, unsure of what else could satisfy the teen.

"That sounds amazing! Oh, if you have enough, we should totally invite the other girls too!" She adds, and then as if on cue, Uraraka begins to exclaim her excitement for the upcoming trip.

"Let's hear it for camp! Camp! Camp! Camp!"

Well, you've definitely got yourself an enthusiastic bunch. For better or for worse.

"I heard some of class A is taking extra courses! Does that mean you guys actually failed the final exam? That must be so embarrassing! Of course, I'd never know how that feels like." Yells a sudden high pitched voice, foreign to your ears. "On top of that, I've heard talk about the addition of another student to your roster. Do you guys need all the help you can get? They're probably just as much of a naturally shallow loser as the rest of your class!-"

Though, the loud blonde comes to a screeching halt in both his exaggerating movements and degrading remarks alike as he scans the crowd before him. His manic eyes, widening as they do so, land on you.

And his worst nightmare becomes a reality as his cheeks flush baby pink.

Mistaking his bashful state for a threatening glare, sizing up his opponent as he stares into your soul, you ask with an edge to your voice, "What?"

Dread then fills his features as he registers the reason as to why the butterflies in his tummy are running rampant. "Oh come on!" He stomps his feet in place alike a child. "That is so not fair! When is it our turn?! Why do they always get nice things?!" He proclaims to the sky in a vast anguish.

Before he can muster the strength to shake his fist at the clouds, a ginger arrives on the scene and chops at his neck, which causes him to face plant painfully onto the concrete beneath their feet.

"Don't mind him." She says idly as she drags him away by the back of his collar.

"Monoma's scary..." Mutters yet another foreign voice. Arriving as a pack, the only other hero course class joins your own as you patiently wait to board your busses.

"Oh, the rest of class B!"

A girl with silky dark green curls and sharp teeth that glint with her smile greets the crowd before her. "Hey, it's nice to see you guys outside of the sports festival. I guess now, we're technically not rivals any longer." She teases, before her serpent eyes land on your figure. "And a new face? A nice change of pace, I've gotta admit." She drawls and extends a palm in your direction. "The name is Setsuna Tokage. It's a pleasure to meet you. Sorry about Monoma, he can be a little much at times, but luckily Kendo is here to keep him in check."

Placing your palm in hers, you both give each other a steady shake. "Aeron." You say and release your grip. "The pleasure's all mine. Give kendo my gratitude, will you?"

Her eyes briefly flash with recognition and she smiles widely with poorly masked astonishment. "Will do, Aeron."

"Time to get on the bus!" Kendo yells by the bus doors.

"Ah, it looks like there's our cue. We'll see you guys at camp." Tokage bids you farewell.

"Class A and class B?" Mineta mutters as he wipes at his sliver with his arm. "It's like a buffet of bombshells."

"Dude. Get yourself together before Aizawa leaves you here." Kirishima scolds.

Iida takes the initiative as a proper class president should and moves the class along. "Attention class A, our bus is here! Everyone line up in seating order! Aeron, you can sit beside me as you don't have an official student number yet!"

"You guys never listen to me..." Iida murmurs as he woefully overlooks the arrangement in which his classmates sit in, noticeably arbitrarily rather than the formal order he prefers.

"He drew, what?!" You screech.

"Deserved." Bakugo declares from his seat aways away.

Kaminari cackles in his seat, hand repeatedly slapping the red head beside him. "I still have the pictures!"

"We all actually took a turn at writing on your face." Kirishima says, his beaming smile never faltering even at the dull look you point at him.

"I drew a heart!" Uraraka announces from the seat in front of you. "You're surprisingly a very deep sleeper."

"I'm usually not... I was just really tired because of my quirk." You explain and punctuate your sentence with a groan. "Kaminari, give me your fucking phone."

"Language." Iida mutters, "There are a million different ways to word that sentence."

"Kaminari, give me your damn phone."

"Still not good enough." Aizawa adds from his seat at the front.

"Kaminari. Give. Me. Your. Phone." You grit.

"No way, Jose!" He squeals and shoves the device in his pants. Who the hell is Jose? "This is peak blackmail material, I'm guarding this shit with my life."

"I give up. Say whatever you want." Iida sighs exasperatedly.

"On the bright side, I felt really bad and decided to wipe it all off of your face before you woke up." Midoriya reassures you, sitting beside his class president and clutching his notebook to his chest. "Which reminds me, you said that you're usually not such a deep sleeper, but because of your quirk, which I'm assuming you're referring to your quirk usage, you didn't feel a thing when every one of us took a turn at doodling on your face. This can only be just one of the many drawbacks such a powerful quirk has to wield, am I right? Do you mind telling me more about the drawbacks and what comes after you've reached those limits? And what about the manifestation of each power that Vitality grants you, where does all of that energy even go? Do you receive the energy or does it simply dissipate into the air? I'm assuming it's the former, since the energy you consume is not invisible, so we surely would be able to see it floating about in the air. What would happen if you were to overload your body with too much of that energy? Would it be too much to handle, which would cause your body to explode? If so, did you have to train your body to reach a certain stage to be able to handle and maintain such extreme amounts-"

"Please. Stop. Talking." You grimace, already feeling the incoming migraine you'd have to deal with for the rest of the day, forcing your fingers to rub at your temples in search for comfort.

"Speaking of pictures, this is officially our first road trip we will take as a class!" Uraraka announces, twisting and squirming in her seat in what you guessed to be excitement. "I mean yeah, it's not that long of a drive, but still."

"That has nothing to do with pictures, Ochako. Ribbit."

"We should definitely take a picture to commemorate this day. You'll thank me when we graduate." She replies. "What do you guys say?"

"Well, I suppose a photo would be fine. As long as you get my good side..." Todoroki murmurs uncertainly, shifting his head so that only his right side was visible.

"Got it!" The brunette readily agrees, "Okay, start posing." She directs the class, extending her arm so that every classmate was in view of her... flip phone.

"What is that..." You murmur. "An ancient relic?..."

Bakugo audibly gags from the back of the bus at the sight, and you can see the surprise coating the features of both Iida and Yaoyaorozu from where you sit.

Seeing her classmates reactions and very obviously having endured this situation before, Uraraka simply rolls her eyes. "Oh come on, guys. No need to clutch your pearls. There is no way you guys were this sheltered growing up."

Ashido titters nervously and swoops in to take the reigns, "How about we use my cellphone instead?" She insists, already slipping her pink device into the rosy cheeked girl's palms, who only grumbles in compliance.

"But when these become a trend later, I'll have the last laugh. You'll see."

"Okay! Poses and count down can begin now!" Mina instructs, plopping back into her seat beside you and unexpectedly throwing her arm around the back of your neck.

"How insulting that you assume I am not always in a pose fit for a candid photo!" Aoyama exclaims, standing from his seat and placing one hand on his hip and the other interlaced in his lustrous mane.

"One!" Uraraka begins, smart phone in hand.

The sight of Aoyama standing causes a spike of urgency to force an audible gasp out of Iida and lift himself from where he sat. "No one should be standing! That is a safety hazard, please stay seated!" He demands, arms slicing through the stuffy bus air. Ashido doesn't hesitate to take the countdown as her cue to further your intimacy by gathering the fat of your cheeks into her palms and squishing your lips into a pout.

"Two!"

Iida's abrupt stance creates the awkward chain of events of Midoriya stumbling out of his seat and flailing his arms about, before accepting his fate and submitting to his fall backward, whilst Tokoyami hastily attempts to block Bakugo's rude hand gesture towards the camera.

"Three!"

Yaoyaorozu and Jirou had moved to create a conjoined heart, while a contradicting Sero forms a circle and allows Kaminari to stick his finger in the said circle. Leaving poor Kirishima to watch in pure red-head fashioned horror.

And just as Uraraka's finger presses the screen to capture what was supposed to be a wholesome moment to looked back on in the far future, Midoriya's falling body crashes into your own. Hard. Though, perhaps it is more fitting to say Midoriya's very very thick skull slammed into your face with as much velocity as what you guessed the bus you currently rode in was moving at.

'Click'

Squealing, Uraraka goes to admire the picture she has just taken... only for her face to lose its vivacity dramatically. "This is why we can't have nice things." The girl whispers to her frog friend beside her.

"Holy shit." You utter, clutching a palm to your face. The instant the boy's head collided with your face, a sharp pain shot through the length of your nose.

"Ow." He mutters and rubs the back of his head, not appearing to have been too affected by the collision. Though, upon twisting his neck and gazing at whatever, or whoever, had broken his fall, his face filled with the utmost amount of dread. "I am so sorry, Aeron!"

"Why is your damn head so hard?" You groan nasally, squeezing your eyes shut before you feel the warm trickle above your lip morph into a thick stream. Almost as if your lips were mountains, and your blood ardent rivers in search for oceans.

"I warned you guys about arising from your seats," Iida scolds like a disappointed parent, before the vibrant crimson comes into view and the boy begins to panic as well. "Aeron! Your nose! Don't worry, I always come prepared and carry tissues... though, they are in my bag and those bags seem to be at the back of the bus... Mr. Aizawa, permission to traverse the back of the bus for my tissues?"

"This is such a rare Deku W?" Bakugo murmurs to himself, staring at his palms conflicted on if he should praise these events or call his classmate out on his annoying clumsiness.

"Are you okay, Ronnie? That's a lot of blood you're losing..." Ashido points out.

"Again, I am very sorry, Aeron! It was truthfully an accident." Midoriya pleads in your direction, palms slapping together as he proclaims how he should have been more careful.

"Ugh," You groan in pain, "It's fine Midoriya, it's just a nose bleed." You grumble, and truthfully, your hands ached to deal him the same damage he had just done to you, though you gathered that you bore some portion of the fault as well. Afterall, you were getting a little too comfortable with your peers, which resulted in your guard slowly disappearing, hence why you weren't in the right mind to dodge the literal human body hurling your way.

"Yes, but I know how painful nose bleeds can be in the first couple of minutes that follow after the impact." He adds.

"I've been through worse."

"That doesn't mean this wouldn't hurt, I know how hard my head is from experience!"

"Again, it's just a nose bleed. I get these all the time, I can handle-"

Lifting himself from his own seat up front, the scruffy man sluggishly makes his way towards where you sit. "Alright, I'll handle this. Midoriya get back in your seat before you cause anymore accidents." Aizawa instructs, to which the boy apologizes once more and adheres to his teacher's words.

With your lashes fluttering and lids lifting at the feeling of a new presence before you, you are met with the pale man with dark features that you had stood face to face with not that long ago, only this time instead of a feline-like grin after he informed you of how he planned to have your first activity with your new class be to beat them unconscious in their finals, he wore a displeased frown. The creases in between his brows spoke the words he likely would never utter aloud, though not out of cruelness, but because that was simply the way he was.

You are a great judge of character, you know how to read people, the skill being one of the first taught to you as a child. So, it was a given that upon your first meeting with this man, the lack of presence from that inherent skill had frightened you. You could not read this man then.

But now?

You wished you couldn't understand what those creases wrote onto his skin. You wished that those skills would just cease to exist, in fact, perhaps they had. Perhaps that was why those creases told you that he was worried. Perhaps they were wrong.

It truly was a minor nose bleed, you could tell so by the lack of pulsing in your skull. You know he had to have known that, he is a trained Pro after all. So why are those creases, the downward curl of his lip, and his softening irises proclaiming empathy?

Did it hurt him to see you hurt? It'd be a cold day in hell before you would ever allow yourself to believe that.

"Don't tilt your head back, it'll only make it worse." He informs you, and it's only then that you notice the first aid kit in his hands. Taking out the gauze pads, his index and thumb gently grip the bridge of your nose, giving him a better view of your wound. "It doesn't look or feel broken, so it's likely just a simple nose bleed cause by the blunt impact of Midoriya's dense head."

The boy in topic rambles further profound series of apologies, but his words go through one ear and out the other as you stare dumbfounded at the man before you. For some reason, the delicate way your teacher handed your injury was causing something in your chest to ache and eyes to soften.

His touch is so gentle.

"Right." You say.

Dabbing your skin with the soft tissues, he cradles your face and tilts your head for inspection. Once he deems you cleanly enough, he hands you the rest of the gauze and lifts himself from the ground. And just as you think he was fed up with coddling you, you are graced with two soft pats on the top of your head.

"There, that should be enough for now. Let me know if it continues to bleed." He offers, and walks himself back to his seat the front of the bus.

"Thank you, Mr. Aizawa." You whisper, still only half present.

"Aeron?" Midoriya calls, effectively snapping you out of your daze.

"What?" You snap.

The boy lowers his head in guilt, "I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you." He apologizes yet again, and his big doe eyes make it difficult to maintain eye contact.

"Whatever, Midoriya. I already told you it's fine." You turn your gaze away, "As long as Bakugo didn't pay you for that, all is forgiven."

"Definitely not! Kacchan wouldn't waste his money like that! He'd probably rather do it himself." He chuckles.

"Good, then you'll live to see another day."

A nervous huff and a wry smile is all he offers after, "Right, thanks."

Not really wanting to socialize any more than you already had, you turn back in your seat, pondering what the fuck just happened and why did all these feelings transpire within you at the mere touch of a concerned adult?

'The bar is in hell... and so is my dignity.'

Squinting at the bright rays cascading from the scintillating ball of gas in the sky that bombarded your surroundings, you hopped off the bus and onto firm dirt. And despite the heat that soaked into your skin, you embraced it with open arms.

The sun had always felt rejuvenating to your body and psyche; being part of your quirk, simply lying in the sunlight or under the moon was always a way to recharge your soul. You couldn't count the amount of nights that nightmares kept you away from slumber, and more likely than not, on those very nights, you would end up sitting on the terrace back in your pent house and speaking to the man in the moon as if it was an old friend.

Groaning and stretching your arms high above your head, you take in the surroundings of the rest stop Aizawa had decided to make use of. It looked as if you were on a cliff boarded by short logs of wood, greenery several feet below where you stood.

...Not a toilet, convince store, or even a place to sit in sight. Though, what did catch your eye was the black car parked randomly parked adjacent to the bus you had rode here.

"I'm so hungry." You mumbled as the rest of the class joins you outside of the bus.

"Finally, I needed to get off of that thing!" Kaminari complains as he begins to perform a set of squats. "My ass is killing me."

"Let me get through, I've gotta pee!" Mineta yells as he races around searching for any suitable place to relieve himself.

"How's your nose, Aeron?" Uraraka asks as she stands before you.

"Yeah, Midoriya looks hard headed." Jirou adds.

Clutching his hands together, the freckled boy wails, "Again I'm so sorry, I didn't catch myself fast enough! It was an accident I sw-"

"We get it, Midoriya. It's getting old." You wave the boy off. His persistence almost drawing a chuckle out of you.

"Also, you didn't catch yourself at all, Midoriya." Asui comments.

Inspecting his surroundings, Kirishima cautiously notes, "This isn't much of a rest area."

"Not really, and where's class B?" Jirou asks.

"You don't actually think we stopped here just so you could stretch your legs, right?" Aizawa asks rhetorically with his hands in his pockets.

'How is he not dying with that big ass scarf on?'

The sound of multiple car doors opening and a feminine voice causes all of your heads to snap the other way, "Heya, Eraser."

"Long time no see." The teacher greets, lowering his head briefly in respect. Two young women both donning cat ears, paws, and tails step out of the vehicle.

"You can call us, 'The Wild Wild Pussy Cats'!" They both announce enthusiastically.

You stifle a yawn as your teacher begins to explain their presence, "These are the Pro Heroes you'll be working with at the summer training camp."

'Never heard of them-'

"They're a four person hero team who specialize in mountain side rescues! The Pussy Cats were founded when we were kids, like forever ago!" Midoriya explains with an excited blush on his face.

'-never mind, thank you Midoriya.'

"This marks their twelfth year working as a-" The boy continues, before a heavy white paw envelopes his face, effectively halting his rant.

"I'm pretty darn sure your math must be off." The hero named Pixie Bob refutes, her face inching closer to the boy with a menacing expression. "I'm eighteen at heart <3"

"...Understood." Midoriya utters from beneath her paw.

"Everyone, say hello. Don't be rude." Aizawa commands.

"Hello, nice to meet you." The class murmurs in unison.

"We own this whole stretch of land out here, everything your eyes can see. The summer camp you guys are staying at is down there." Mandalay explains, pointing a manicured paw towards the green field you overlooked. "Just at the base of this mountain."

"That's far!"

"Then why did we stop all the way up here?" Uraraka naively asks, "It's not like you guys expect us to run all the way there, right?" She offers with a laugh.

"Oh, you sweet summer child. You've just jinxed us." You realize.

"What? No that can't be right." Sato denies your implications. "Please, tell me that's not right..."

Sero chuckles nervously, pivoting on his right foot. "Very funny guys. Now, let's get back on the bus. Now. Please."

"G-good idea, let's go load up." Kaminari agrees as he too turns to escape this nightmare.

With a conniving smirk stitching itself onto her face, Mandalay purrs, "It's currently nine thirty in the morning... so, if you're fast enough, you might make it there by noon."

"No way!" Kirishima shrieks in disbelief.

"Holy crap!" Mina exclaims in horror.

Kaminari spins on his heel and dashes towards the bus doors, nearly tripping over his own laces in the process, "Save yourselves!"

"Can't we at least have a pre-torture snack? How the hell are we supposed to get down there if we're running on zero fumes?" You ask.

"You don't need food as fuel because of your quirk. Use the sun, Aeron." Aizawa answers.

"Kitties who don't make it there before by twelve thirty won't get any lunch." Mandalay adds.

"You both are downright evil!" You wail.

Aizawa stands as stagnant as usual, not at all being affected by his student's cries of anguish. "You guys should have known this from the very beginning. The moment you stepped foot on that bus..."

Before any of your classmates could have even reached the doors, Pixie Bob puts her cat-like agility to good use and terminates their attempts by leaping before them and showcasing her claws.

"The training camp has already begun."

Placing both paws on the ground, her palms emit an azure blue glow that mirrors the shade of her eyes. Suddenly, the ground beneath you begins to crumble and you realize you are descending multiple feet in the air.

"What the hell?!" Uraraka shrieks.

"She's controlling the ground!" Midoriya realizes.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock!" You grit his way.

As you plummet, you quickly realize that you would need to find an opening or conjure up a way to break your fall. Although your sight is heavily obstructed by the pounds of dirt, you manage to guess at which point you expect to reach the ground.

Shifting yourself so that the impact would hurt you less, you touch the floor with a simple roll and a grunt.

Sighing heavily in relief, you start, "Oh thank gosh, that would have really hurt-" Though you aren't allowed to finish your victory cry before a body crashes into yours. Effectively breaking its fall.

"Oh, that wasn't so bad." Midoriya comments, his eyes remaining squeezed shut from the freight. "The floor is actually find of soft-"

"Oh you are so doing this on purpose." You accuse from under him. "Do you hate me?"

The boy open his eyes in panic at the sound of your voice, registering just who had softened his fall... once again. "Oh, no no no! This can't be happening, I swear to All Might I would never-"

He doesn't finish his sentence due to his world getting flipped upside down. Literally. You grab onto the back of his shirt and thrust him before you, forcing him to lay on his back harshly as you stand over him.

"Ouch." He whines.

"Since this is private land, you can use your quirk as much as you want to!" Mandalay announces from the top of the cliff. "You've got three full hours! You should be able to make it to the facility in that time... that is, if you can make it through the Beast's forest."

Facing the forest in topic, you gaze into the dark abyss of nothing but dirt and a mass amount of thick and tall trees. "How big is the beast that it needs an entire forest?" You ask dubiously.

"That name sounds right out of a fantasy game. I'm assuming we don't get any power ups?" Kaminari suggests.

"We've got quirks, idiot." Jirou answers, "Still, why do we keep falling for Aizawa's stupid tricks?"

"I wonder how much I'd win if I sued..." Uraraka wonders, glaring at the forest as if it'd simply toss her the money in terror.

"Give me a call if you need a statement." You offer absentmindedly, inspecting the forest thoroughly.

"I guess there's no use in complaining, we might as well move our asses." Kirishima adds, dusting himself off and counting the bruises he'd already garnered.

A purple blur sprints past you and into the unexplored land. "I've gotta piss, I've gotta piss, I've gotta piss. I've held it and didn't spill a single leak!" Mineta yells and makes it well into the forest, before yielding at a deep rumbling growl.

A grey monster made entirely out of the dirt around it bears its teeth at your group and stands on all fours. There were no eyes visible, though it had rippling sculpted muscles and stood tall within the leaves.

"We're all gonna die!" Sero and Kaminari screech in unison, both of their jaws nearly touching the ground beneath them.

Mineta stood directly before the beast, and in noticing the small human, the beast lifts its right arm and goes to slash at his body.

"Please calm yourself, my giant friend!" Koda begins to yell as he runs towards them with tears threatening to drip down his cheeks. "You don't wanna hurt any of us!"

Though, before it could even ghost the boy's skin, you bolt forwards and slide onto the dirt, kicking him out of its reach. Forcing yourself to roll with him in order to avoid contact with the strike, you grasp his body and clutch him near you as you slam against the trunk of a tree.

Exhaling in relief, you begin to mutter. "Damn it Eraser, you're really going to put me to work."

'Koji Koda. His quirk is anivoice, and it allows the user to communicate with and command animals through speech. It would have worked, if only this thing was actually an animal. It is purely a lump of dirt being manipulated by... Pixie Bob. This has to be that cat's quirk.' You conclude.

Leering over you and bearing its tusks once again, the monster reels its arm back once again, attempting to immobilize you a second time.

"You've got to be kidding me." You groan.

Without hesitation, you materialize your energy and shape it into a long sturdy spear, using the shaft to slice through the arm raining down on you. When you realize you are being given a struggle, you decide to apply even more energy into your weapon, causing it to heat up slightly. Providing for a clean cut all the way through the shoulder.

"They're not as strong as they look," You conclude.

As the claw hits the ground, you suddenly sense the same aura you've sensed before. The one that never fails to give you goosebumps at its mere activation.

This was the aura of a charging force.

'Izuku Midoriya.'

He stands just aways away from where you sit on the ground, hot pink marks painting his skin and cool green miniature lightning surrounding his body.

Frost follows after, centering from the dial toned boy behind you, sprouting until it reaches the monster you had momentarily stalled and imprisoning its legs.

"Reciproburst!" The class president yells, storming towards the beast with his engines hot and ready to slice through the other arm. Which it does flawlessly.

"Die!" Bakugo exclaims, lunging himself at the being with sparks flittering around his palms. Creating a powerful explosion, the blond obliterates the left leg into pieces, threatening its balance and causing it to tip over.

A crystalline opening for the final blow is made.

"Smash!" That blow being taken by none other than the freckled boy itching to put his power to good use, striking the monster right in the chest, dispersing it into thin air.

"Wow!" Sato exclaims after a few seconds of collective silence, "You guys defeated that beast in an instant!" He praises.

"You did it!" Sero joins.

"Yeah, they did it... and I did it too..." Mineta mumbles, on the brink of losing consciousness due to the shock, though that doesn't halt his attempt at thrusting himself into your arms hoping to be coddled.

"You did Jack shit but piss your pants." You grit, dodging his embrace and allowing him to fall face first onto the ground. "That was close." You exhale, replaying the memory of his near death experience.

"It seems we make a great team, Aeron." Iida tells you with a soft smile, walking towards you and offering his hand.

"Maybe, but you guys did most of the work." You reply, accepting his offering and joining him in standing. "And I might've just gotten peed on in return."

"You were the first to act in a moment of crisis, and you saved a fellow classmate. Unfortunately, a slightly damp classmate at that." He grimaces at the thought, though his warm grin returns once again upon gazing at you. "Great first day as a member of class A, if you ask me. Well done."

Your heart just squeezed.

With eyes that have softened in their corners, you panic for a suitable response to answer him with. "Thanks, Iida."

Unfortunately, your brief moment of acceptance is cut short when your instincts alert you. Rumbling can be felt in the pattern of stomps and another roar bellows through the forest.

"They're coming."

Jirou immediately places her headphones onto the ground and listens for the origins of the sounds. "There and there." She mutters, pointing a single finger at the sky and another to her left.

"Up above?!" Kaminari cries, "Where'd you get that from?!"

The sound of wings flapping only confirm her suspicions, rendering the blond silent in fear.

"Hey come on, how many are there?" Sero asks, looking every which way in paranoia.

"What should we do? Run away?!" Ashido asks.

"As if." Bakugo answers.

"Guys, if we don't make it to the facility by noon, we won't get lunch." Sato reminds you all.

"Then that settles it." You state, preparing for the incoming ambush.

"We have no choice but to get through here and take the shortest route." Yaoyorozu declares.

"Ribbit."

"All right, move out class A!" Iida announces, readying his stance.

Utilizing his quirk, Shoji joins Jirou on gathering as much information as he can on the monsters whereabouts. "Three up ahead and two each on either side!"

"Eight total. They're coming!"

As your class begins to apprehend and disembody the creatures, you pause to analyze the situation further. Something was not making sense.

'One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.' You count internally and discern the beasts movements. 'The rest of the class is taking care of seven, but where the hell is the eighth?' You ask yourself, recalculating to confirm that you truly were missing a monster.

'I doubt those two would miscalculate, this is their field of expertise. So if those dirt monsters are all around us on the ground, and some are able to occupy the sky, then that means...' Your gaze darts to the ground, scanning for any abnormal behavior.

'Crack'

"There!" You exclaim, scrutinizing the breach of solidified dirt.

Focusing your physical energy into your fist, you throw yourself onto the ground and slam it down. Again. And again. And again. Fist pulsing with pain, blood, and power before a portion of the ground you stand on caves in, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the monster attempting to launch a sneak attack on your class.

"Come out into the light, snake. It's over." You taunt. In response, the ground crumbles as the monster unveils itself, roaring with displeasure. It stood well into the air and bounded towards you.

Escaping in the opposite direction, you place your feet onto a tree trunk and leap before you take hold of a thick branch. Making use of your upper body strength to climb atop and calculate your next move.

'The neck.' You decide.

This particular monster had three rib cage like tusks that guarded the nape of its neck.

"Bingo."

Channeling your inner Levi Ackerman, you lift yourself on the branch and sprint towards the monster before leaping onto its body, landing on it's back. Climbing upwards as you dodge its spiky tail that swung your way, you conjure up another long spear, jabbing it into its neck and taking ahold of the other end before you launch yourself onto the ground and drag the blade down its solid neck as you plummet.

Landing on the ground once again, the monster's head lolls to the side. "Implosive Daggers." You murmur, and squeeze your right eye shut. With the utmost precision, you shoot blades of energy towards the other side of the creatures neck before its head detaches and crashes on the ground. "Bullseye." You praise yourself, pursed smile forming on your lips at your victory.

"This is fun." You decide.

Training camp - Day 1; 5:20 PM

"This is so not fun."

Lugging yourself forward, you donned multiple scrapes and scratches as you struggled to keep your eyes open. You nose was even dripping crimson due to the exertion your training had implemented.

With the sun descending in the sky and the trees obstructing it's rays, you had no way to replenish your quirk. The only option was to use that of the students around you but unfortunately for you, they needed theirs just as greatly as you did. That much was noticeable, as they were in no better shape than you.

"Ha! The litter is here!"

"That took longer than expected."

Stepping into the light, you notice all three heroes waiting patiently in front of the building you slowly inch closer towards. Uraraka dangles off of your left side as she clutchs her mouth and stomach in nausea.

"You said it would only be like, three hours!" Sero exclaims as Sato and Kirishima drop to the ground behind him.

"Oh no..." The pink cheeked girl in your arms murmurs before she too drops to the floor, only this time, to relieve herself of her breakfast. Alarmed, you quickly tuck her hair behind her ears and awkwardly pat her back.

"I guess we timed it based on how long it'd take us, sorry!" Mandalay explains.

"You are so not sorry." Ashido grumbles.

"And now you're bragging about how much better you are? That's so mean!" Sato whines.

"I'm starving. This is hell!" Kirishima complains as he no longer fights to open his eyelids. Uraraka, stomach now newly emptied, juts a thumb up in agreement.

"We missed lunch, I don't know if my life insurance covers starvation." You ponder aloud, standing up from where you crouched.

"I don't even have insurance." Ojiro mumbles.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!" Pixie Bob exclaims with a pair of manicured paws covering her face.

'She reminds me of Kitty when Keigo forgets to feed her.' You think.

"I thought it would take you kids even longer! But, you did much better against my dirt monsters than I thought you would." She praises before she lowers her voice. "You guys were seriously great." Wiggling her claws before her, she exclaims "Especially... the five of you! It seems like you've had quite the bit of experience." She pauses for dramatic effect before launching herself forwards. "I call dibs on these kittens! They're puuurrfect!"

You weren't really paying attention to the hero, though she gives you no choice but to pay her heed as she appears before you and four other students.

Bakugo groans in annoyance, "The hell, lady?!" He grunts and shields himself with his arms.

"I just wanna nap!" You whine childishly as you cover your face with your palms.

"Endure! Do not let yourself be taken by this COUGAR!" Iida motivated, his stance mimicking that of the blond beside him.

"I am very uncomfy right now!" Midoriya states, eyes squeezed shut and body folding inwards.

"When are you feeding us?" Todoroki asks through his palms as he too hides behind his fingers.

"...Mandalay, has she always been like this? Please get her away from my children." Aizawa asks the woman beside him.

"It's gotten worse lately, she's at the age to take a mate." The Pro Hero answers apologetically.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Uhm! Speaking of people's ages-" The freckled boy beside you starts, before getting a paw to the face.

"Choose your next words carefully boy..."

"I've just been wondering since we got here earlier. Whose child is that?" Midoriya mumbles from under the triggered woman's claws, pointing in the direction of a small dispirited boy in a red hat.

The question startled Mandalay as if she had forgotten the child was even behind her, "Oh! This little guy is my cousin's son, he lives with us now." She gestures to the immobile boy, "Don't be shy, Kota. Say hi to everyone. You're gonna be around them for the next week." She gently encourages.

Midoriya, gaining confidence, strides up to the young boy and smiles gently. "Hey there, my name is Midoriya. I'm from the UA High School hero course." He bends forward and offers a hand to shake. "It's nice to meet you!"

The boy stares at his outstretched hand, before quietly reeling his right arm back and thrusting his clenched fist into Midoriya's crotch. The action causes the boy's knees to buckle and a wail of pain to slip from his lips.

Iida, utterly appalled at the assault, moves to catch Midoriya before he can fully tip forward. "What a low blow! You fiend of a child! A punch to the scrotum is unforgivable!"

Kota halts his leave and slowly pivots his neck to glare directly into the class representatives eyes. "The last thing I wanna do is hang with some wannabe heroes!"

"Wannabe?! Do you know who I am? How old are you kid?!"

The interaction causes you to snort involuntarily before covering your mouth with your palms.

"Did you teach him that?" Todoroki asks, obviously referring to the same move you pulled on the same green haired boy during the practical exams.

"Puh-lease, that strike was juvenile. I have technique." You reply, to which the boy cracks a smile.

"You've gotta admit, that brat's got spunk." Bakugo comments, promptly ignoring your previous topic.

"He's like a mini version of you." Todoroki states.

You hum in consideration, "But cuter."

Unsurprisingly, your comments enrage the blonde. "What are you talking about?! You need to shut your mouths before I blast you both all the way to hell!" He threatens inching closer to your faces.

"Yeah, sure." Todoroki deadpans.

"...Definitely cuter." You grimace.

"Enough playing around." Your teacher directs. "Get your stuff off of the bus. Once your bags are in your rooms, we'll have dinner in the cafeteria. After that you can bathe and sleep. Tomorrow your training starts in earnest, you better get a move on." He ends, pointing a thumb in the direction of the building.

"Thank you for the food!"

Your eyes glimmered like stardust at the amount of dishes before you. Never in your life had you been allowed to feast in such a way, and from what you could gather, you were to plate the delicious meal yourself!

Slowly, almost hesitantly, you place your chopsticks into your hand, picking up a slice of the pork cutlet sitting in front of you and placing it onto your tongue.

Immediately, the combined flavors erupt in your mouth with each chew, and a squeal escapes you. In a matter of seconds, your mouth was filled to the brim with everything edible within your sight.

"Aeron, you're drooling." Jirou informs you.

"I really don't give a shit, right now." Comes your half-audible reply. "I'm gonna sleep so good after this." The food is so good, you're almost brought to tears.

"Speaking of, Sero said the guys room is huge!" Mina exclaims.

"Can't be that much bigger than ours right?" You ask, feeling the warmth of your miso soup trickle down your throat.

"I wonder if I can sue for sexism..." Uraraka mutters.

"...let's not."

Mandalay enters the cafeteria, hands donned in a pair of baby pink oven mittens with minuscule kitten paws littered on them. A brown cardboard box laid upon her palms. "Alright, we've got dessert. I know it's early in the meal, but considering how spent you guys are on your very first day, we've decided to cut you guys some slack." She announces.

She then places the container onto the table, coincidentally directly in front of you.

Her first mistake.

"Aeron, you're drooling again." Apparently, it was not just your imagination, as Jirou once again informs you.

As she lifts the top off of the box, it's as if the gates of heaven themselves have opened just for you with how intense the dessert shines in your eyes. A ten inch vanilla cake frosted with fluffy white whipped cream. Vibrant rosy strawberries embezzled the rim and you swore you could feel your saliva pooling at your ankles as you ogled the sweet dish before you.

"That's...cake." You whispered.

"Uhm, yeah?" Ashido giggles at your reaction. "You're acting like you've never eaten cake before."

"And strawberries?" You ask, head tilting slightly as you inspect every detail your eye can catch. Grabbing the silver knife that was placed on the plate, your arm slowly inches towards your desired baked good. "I need it. Now."

"Ronnie, you're scaring me." Ashido trembles next to you, peering warily at your predatory gaze.

Carefully crafting yourself a slice, you place a piece onto your plate.

The supple skin of the ruby colored berries whispered your name in a siren like melody. Calling upon you to taste whatever it had to offer. Giving into temptation, the pads of your fingers lift the fruit towards your mouth and with your eyes shut, your teeth pierce it's delicacy.

Saccharine but tangy juices envelope your taste glands, creating a harmony you've never felt before.

"Oh wow, she has literal hearts in her eyes."

Squealing once again in bliss, you vigorously shovel the rest of the dessert into your mouth. You're about to pull your cellphone out to inform the person dearest to you about the stash of gold you have just stumbled upon, before you feel your energy deplete rapidly. "...Uh oh." You whimper and face plant directly onto the dish before you.

Splat!

"..."

Every student in the vicinity ceases their movements and noises in favor of directing their attention to your form. Nobody dares to be the first to act... well, no one except a green haired boy fearing the worst.

"Oh my gosh?! SHE'S DEAD!"

Unsurprisingly, his exclamation creates a ripple effect of chaos and panic within his peers.

Making his entrance, your teacher makes his way towards your seat, arms out in an effort to quell the madness. "Calm yourselves." He says in his usual monotone voice.

Upon reaching your table, he gently places his palms on either side of your head and lifts it, revealing your soft face coated in fluffy cream. "Pass me a napkin, please." He asks the pink girl beside him, to which she hastily complies. His fingers tenderly cleanse your silk like skin which he begins to inspect. "She's just sleeping." He reassures.

Sighs of relief float throughout the room at his confirmation. The girl beside you takes the chance to gaze at your sleeping form, only to gasp in astonishment.

"Her sun mark... it's a moon now." She mentions.

"And it's glowing, like when she activates her quirk." Uraraka adds.

Aizawa himself examines the dainty crescent shape painted between your brows. "The sun has gone down, so she can't count on it recharging her, should she have the need. Fortunately, the moon is a great substitute. It also glows when she sleeps, since that is another method in which she can regain her energy." He explains.

"Come to think of it, I do recall it doing the same when she slept after our practical exam." Yaoyorozu adds.

"So that's why she kept saying that she needed a nap!" Kaminari realizes.

"Her quirk most likely forced her body to shut down for the time being since she still hasn't had the time to regain any energy. I'm guessing she didn't steal any of your stamina in the forest?" He asks and looks to the group around him for confirmation. "I thought so. It's fine, she just needs rest. Did she eat enough?" He asks the girls around you, to which they nod. "Good. Allow her to rest for the remainder of dinner. Afterwards, wake her so that she can bathe." The teacher instructs as he lightly places both of your cheeks down onto the table, your soft breathing beginning to fill the air. "Where is her uniform blazer?"

"Oh! We took them off when we unpacked earlier. They're back in our rooms." Uraraka explains.

"Great," He replies sarcastically, "Does anyone have their blazer that is currently not in use?"

Not giving anyone else a chance, someone immediately answers. "She can have mine, sir!" Midoriya offers at the other end of the table. "It's the least I could do, considering the amount of blood she lost because of me. And I fell on her. And I immediately assumed she was dead. And-"

"Okay, thank you, Midoriya." Aizawa cuts the boy off before he could begin another rant. Taking the offering, your teacher drapes the coat over your back, effectively keeping you snug for your nap. "Alright, continue, and don't bother her. If I see any of you pulling out another washable marker, you can kiss the hot springs goodbye, rugrats."

Only once she assures that he is out of sight, Ashido slips her phone out of her skirt pocket. "He didn't say anything about taking selfies with her." She explains with a mischievous giggle.

"Oh! Try the cat filter!" Uraraka exclaims.

"Take some on mine too, yeah?" Jirou asks as she passes her own electronic to her friend. Many other students following her lead.

You are so fucked when it comes to blackmail material.

Steam billows in pools around your naked forms, muscles relaxing and minds quieting down.

It has been a while since you felt so serene, allowing your brain to cleanse itself of any restlessness thoughts. With your hair neatly tied away from your face, you were free of any obstruction that prevented you from voicing thoughts you normally wouldn't voice aloud.

That explains the questionable topic of conversation.

"I usually apply my socks and then one shoe at a time while tying them as I slip them on." Yaoyorozu explains.

"What?" You mutter, your eyes remaining shut in relaxation. "That sounds complicated. I feel like putting on both socks first, and then both shoes, and then tying them afterwards is easier."

"But, that just sounds wrong." Tsuyu adds. "Why stop your application during each step? I'd usually go for putting on my sock, shoe, and then tying my laces before I start on the next foot."

"You see, this is why I prefer to wear sandals." Uraraka sighs.

"Objection, sandals are so not in season!" Hagakure counters.

"Uhm, objection, it's summer. That's prime sandal season." The brunette replies.

"Okay, but I'm talking about the sandals you wear. The really strappy ones." Hagakure describes, "They make my feet sweat just looking at them." She grimaces.

"When else would I wear them?"

"Those are for when you want to show off your pedicure indoors! You know, in the A/C."

"I think I make them work." Uraraka tilts her nose up in poise.

"You do!" Hagakure agrees, "But we can hear you from a mile away with the rubber sliding against your sweaty feet!" She finishes, causing your group to laugh at the thought.

"Let's talk about something other than feet." Yaoyorozu suggests, "How about we play a game?"

"Ooh!" Ashido chimes in excitement, "How about Kiss, Mary, Kill."

"How do you play?" You ask.

"You've never played before?" Jirou tilts her head in question, to which you shake yours in response.

"Basically, we give you three names of three random people. You choose which you would rather kiss, marry, or kill. Of course, not literally. Just for shits and giggles."

This game sounds unlike any you have ever heard before, which is honestly surprising, considering it seems like a game Keigo would have surely mentioned if he had even heard about it in passing.

"Ah! I'll go first." Hagakure volunteers, "Mineta, Sero, and... hm. Midoriya?"

"I thought we were gonna go with anime characters..." Jirou mumbles dejectedly.

"Those are my only choices?" You ask.

"Yup!" Ashido answers.

"I chose the last one specifically for you, Aeron!"

You sputter, "What? Midoriya? Why?"

You hear the invisible girl giggle, "Because after how much he roughed you up today, I'm dying to know your opinion on your new classmate."

"Okay..." You drawl dubiously, "Well, I'd probably kill Mineta... not literally, of course. Because killing is like, illegal. And I would never do that." You make sure to establish that lie. "And then I'd probably marry Sero."

"What?!" The girls shriek in unison.

"Why did you 'what?!' that? This isn't literal." You repeat their earlier explanations.

"We just want to know why. Sorry, any answer from you would have garnered the same reaction." Yaoyorozu explains.

You hum in contemplation. "Well, I've noticed that Sero goes out of his way to halt as many of Mineta's perverted attempts to make us uncomfortable. I find that admirable."

"Oh, that makes sense." Ashido agrees.

"So, you'd kiss Deku?" Uraraka asks hesitantly.

You sigh in resignation, "Yeah, if the situation had, for some reason, called for that. I'd kill Mineta, marry Sero, and kiss Midoriya. Just cause the guy has bruised me up a bit doesn't mean I'd wish death upon him."

Ashido squeals, "Ronnie! You're so admirable!" She praises as she scoots closer to you and places her head on your shoulder.

Your face contorts in confusion, "I- don't understand..."

"Just go with it." Hagakure mutters in your direction.

A distinct wail suddenly resounds from the other side of the wooden wall, snatching all of your attention. Looking towards the wall, you notice that atop of the very high ledge, stood Kota, the moody kid who had assaulted Midoriya's crotch earlier today.

"Before you become a hero, you should learn how to act like a decent human being." He states.

"Who did he clock?" Ashido asks, noticing that he was speaking to someone on the other side of the hot spring.

The boy's side of the hot spring.

"Mineta really is the worst, isn't he?" Asui calls out to the small boy, clearly having been through similar situations in the past since she didn't seem so surprised.

"Thanks so much Kota, babe!"

The boy instinctively turns towards the voices offering him their thanks, though he realizes in hindsight that wasn't such a great idea, considering the shock he felt at the sight. With pink cheeks and wide eyes, the boy yelps and begins to fall back towards the other side of the wall - your heart dropping at the sight.

"Gotcha!" Midoriya's voice was heard through the wooden wall.

After a brief moment of silence, you hesitantly wade towards the end of the spring, fearing the answer to your question. "Uhm, is he okay?" You call out.

"Yeah! He's fine!" Midoriya answers, "Well, kind of. I caught him before he reached the ground, but he must have passed out from the shock of... the fall. Yeah, he was shocked about the fall. I'll just take him to Mandalay, now."

"Good job, Deku!" Uraraka praises.

Yaoyorozu looks around warily, before she clutches her arms around her chest. "We should probably head on out now. We need all the rest we can get before we start early training tomorrow. Plus, I just feel uncomfortable now."

"Agreed. Given how relaxing this soak has been, I'm even more sleepy than earlier." You add.

At the rest of the girl's agreement, you all gathered your towels and belongings, heading to your designated cabin for rest.

"Before we go, here's the real Kiss, Marry, or Kill scenario." Ashido says ominously, "Satoru Gojo, Mikasa Ackerman, or Shoto Todoroki."

"Why is Todoroki amongst our choices? He's not an anime character." Jirou asks.

"Because he's Todoroki."

"...fair enough."

"I'd rather just kiss the hell out of Mikasa Ackerman." You answer, not wasting anymore time on the game and heading out.

"Heavy on that part, Aeron." Uraraka agrees and follows behind you.

Upon entering your shared cabin, you slip into your usual silk pajama set, feeling like the sleepwear was heaven sent on your freshly bathed skin. Lying your futons on the ground, all seven of you decided to lay in a rectangle, with your heads at the center. Surrendering to your body's needs, you plop onto your sheets and allow your eyelids to flutter shut. All the girls doing the same, wanting as much shut eye as Aizawa allows.

That night, a strange feeling clouds your amygdala. Still indescribable to yourself, you wonder what exactly that emotion is. It creates upheaval within a specific corner of your heart, as if someone had decided to light the candle implanted within you.

A glowing ember, which allows you better sight of something you had yet to reach. The warmth accompanying you along your journey to that destination. You knew you hadn't arrived, nor were you nearing. But you didn't mind, in fact you supposed you could enjoy the ride to whatever awaited you.

Slumber found you nearly effortlessly that night.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this batch! I hope you’re enjoying the story so far, see you in the next update!

Ps: this week’s episode was so good, everyone go say thank you to studio bones and horikoshi for gifting us with so much izuku midoriya.

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lance-space-mommy · 4 months ago

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On Your Shoulders

Sometimes luck never seemed to be on Izuku Midoriya’s side.

When Midoriya was a young teen, he was the victim of a hit-and-run. He had been walking on the sidewalk, minding his business, ready to return home after a long day at school when he was struck by a car. The car kept driving, but fortunately, a nearby security camera caught the entire thing on tape.

When he was admitted into the hospital he was rushed to the OR for immediate surgery. His spleen had torn so badly that it had to be removed.

While in recovery from his surgery, hospital staff quickly realized Izuku’s legs were paralyzed and assessed the damage. The prognosis was dire. Midoriya was likely never to walk again.

What made the entire situation even worse was that when Midoriya returned to school, the people he thought were his friends had outcasted him. People he had never even met before started teasing him and calling him all types of derogatory names. All because he had been the victim of a crime and was now disabled.

Katsuki Bakugo, one of Midoriya’s childhood friends, decided to throw away over a decade of friendship. The friendly “Midoriya” he always confidently called out was replaced with a disgusted “Deku”.

Doing his best to ignore the betrayal of everyone at his school, Midoriya decided he would take control of his life. Soon all his free time was spent at the rehab facility as he fought against his body to walk again. While the chances were slim, he wanted to fight against the odds.

By the time Midoriya’s middle school graduation ceremony came around, he had made incredible progress. While he still needed to utilize arm canes because his legs would still occasionally buckle, he was able to walk down the aisle to obtain his awards.

No one in the school knew Midoriya had been training to gain motor function in his legs again. So, when Midoriya magically rose from his wheelchair, grabbed his arm canes, and made his way up to the principal to receive an award, the entire school went crazy. Many were amazed and couldn’t deny they were impressed.

Bakugo on the other hand was pissed. Midoriya made a fool out of him, and he’d never forgive him for that. Unfortunately for Bakugo, Midoriya didn’t apply for the same school as him.

Whatever childish grudge Katsuki had; he couldn’t make Midoriya any more miserable than he already was. For the first time since they were babies, Midoriya wasn’t a part of Bakugo’s life.

Against all odds, fate brought Bakugo and Midoriya back together. Despite being separated by an hour-long drive, attending separate universities, and having a close to zero chance of running into each other, there was one thing that could overcome all the barriers. That was school sports.

Somehow, they both took an interest in competitive weightlifting. One moment, Bakugo is basking in the glory of his great performance, and then he’s met with the sight of Midoriya lifting the same weight with ease. Despite the wave of emotions that crashed on Bakugo, he and Midoriya seemed to agree to keep their distance.

All it took was one competition for Katsuki’s teammates to be fond of Midoriya and his teammates. Technically speaking, each student was responsible for themselves, so the pressure of competition was evenly distributed. The lack of school vs. school made it a much more welcoming environment.

It was hard not to like Midoriya once a person caught wind of his story of overcoming being paralyzed.

Midoriya was more than happy to become friends with everyone competing. They all shared a similar interest, so he didn't see the harm in becoming close with an opponent from another school. It was nice to no longer be held down by the past.

Now people could look at him as an idol rather than a waste of space. He overcame the challenges life threw at him and now he was standing on the same level as Todoroki Shoto, the son of pro-wrestler Endeavor and the boy who had the attention of everyone in the room.

The funniest thing was that Todoroki only had his eyes on Midoriya. That was the case for most of Midoriya's fellow team members. Uraraka, Iida, Momo, Aoyama, Tsuyu, Ojiro, and Shoji were all obsessed with Midoriya and everything he did.

It took three competitions for it to become impossible to keep the distance.

"Kacchan."

"Deku."

With a greeting only containing their childish nicknames, whatever awkward tension had been building between them disappeared. They both decided to leave the past in the past and share a rivalry that wasn't anything serious. It was a freeing experience for both Bakugo and Midoriya.

The end of their first year was approaching and the competitions were getting increasingly serious. The biggest competition was hosted by UA, a giant corporation that produces weight-lifting gear and trains some of the best weightlifters to date.

The weightlifting competition was to determine qualifiers for the semi-finals. Unlike any other competition, this was going to be on live television instead of an online live stream. When the event came around, the building was filled with an exhilarating energy.

Usually, at competitions all the competitors were chatting amongst one another. This time teams were stuck close together so not a lot of mindless chatter was happening. Nonetheless, Bakugo’s team and Midoriya’s team stationed themselves side by side.

Safe to say, Izuku Midoriya was a beast. Looking at him around campus, anyone would believe he was just another lanky nerd. When summer came around and people got a look at his incredibly muscular legs, people grew interested in just how strong their peer was.

While Bakugo and Kirishima recognized that Midoriya was strong judging by his muscles, they didn't believe that he would be stronger than them.

Kirishima didn't want to seem judgmental, but Midoriya's muscles appeared significantly smaller than his and Bakugo’s. He also noticed Midoriya was wearing compression socks and sports tape around his knees signaling injuries.

Kirishima and everyone else sharing the same thoughts as him were proven wrong. Midoriya was still going strong after countless rounds passed with the weight steadily increasing. If anything, no one could tell if he was struggling or not. The weight appeared to move with his body, showing no resistance against gravity.

The next round arrived, and the weight was at a staggering 250 lbs./115 kgs. Nearly everyone had tapped out except for Midoriya, Bakugo, and a couple of upperclassmen. Kirishima had maxed out at 225lbs./102 kgs.

As Midoriya listened to the buzzer ring, he lowered his calloused and scarred hands to the barbell with a grin. In a flash, he engaged his body to effortlessly raise the weight and then swooped his body into a squat as the weight was swung up and placed at the shoulders. With ease, Midoriya pushed up, finishing his squat without struggle.

Much to everyone's surprise, Midoriya rested the barbell on his chest and shoulders.

"What the hell is he doing?" hissed Bakugo, irritated at this dramatic display. For a moment he believed Midoriya was trying to get himself disqualified.

"Is he okay?" whispered Jiro in fear of Midoriya's wellbeing.

Their attention was grabbed by Uraraka who had loudly gasped and covered her mouth. Bakugo turned to Kirishima before looking back at Midoriya. "The fuck?"

"I don't know bro," answered Kirishima, concern laced in his tone.

Suddenly, Midoriya raised one hand to support the barbell while his other hand rose into the air to reveal a finger facing the wrong direction. Everyone in the room turned to watch Midoriya as news of a dislocated finger reached everyone in five seconds.

As the people at home and the crowd in the room watched Midoriya try and bend his finger, they also focused on his face. The most shocking part of the entire situation was that Midoriya's expression was calm and didn't signal discomfort.

Putting all the weight of the barbell on his upper body, Midoriya removed the hand that had been stabilizing the bar to grip his finger and snap it back into place.

“Holy shit,” croaked Bakugo with a disbelieving grin.

Todoroki stared at Midoriya in amazement as he breathed out a soft, “Woah.”

On the other hand, Uraraka sported a wrinkled nose, curled upper lip, and squinted eyes as she stared. “What the fuck?”

Kirishima stared with a dropped jaw and mortified eyes. Mina rested a hand under Kirishima’s dropped jaw before closing his mouth. Her mouth was also hanging wide up. Kaminari closed Mina’s mouth with his mouth also hanging wide open. Jiro shook her head at the entire situation and turned to leave the area.

Some people in the room let out yelps of shock, disgust, and amazement. Still, despite the small noises, the room was completely silent.

Bakugo stared up at Midoriya, choosing to ignore the pounding in his chest and the sweatiness of his palms. All he could do was stare at Midoriya and watch as he finished his jerk after dislocating and relocating his finger from his clean.

After returning both hands to the barbell and fixing their positioning, the weight was back onto his hands and arms. Not needing a moment to catch his breath or brace himself for the jerk, Midoriya thrusted the barbell over his head and locked his arms tightly.

After another buzzer rang out, Midoriya let the barbell crash to the ground with a loud bang. At that moment, the entire building erupted with screams and cheers. That was the most badass thing the weightlifting community has experienced in a long time.

Despite how intense the moment was and how Midoriya should've been also celebrating such an epic moment, he did the opposite. Midoriya turned to the cameras, offered a sweet smile with a gentle wave, and walked over to where some medics were waiting.

Midoriya had dislocated his finger, and it was rather painful. His teammates raced after him, clearly not letting him run away from their praise. Meanwhile, Bakugo watched him leave with a gaze that worried Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero.

The rest of the competition flew by. Somehow Midoriya getting injured and still performing like a pro boosted every competitor’s morale. People were lifting weights they had never dreamed of lifting before, and they were trucking it along.

There was a thirty-minute waiting period for scores and rewards. During that time, countless reporters tried to find Midoriya to interview him about the finger incident.

Soon reporters weren’t the only ones looking for Midoriya. His teammates couldn’t find him, nor could Bakugo’s teammates. They all wanted to ask him questions and make sure he was okay.

Behind the building in-between rose bushes, Bakugo and Midoriya hid away from the world. They both knew their rank and were less than worried about making it back on time. It wouldn’t be the first time they got a lecture from their coaches.

“That was sick as fuck Deku,” admitted Bakugo, looking at Midoriya’s splinted finger.

Midoriya looked up at Bakugo with a giddy smile. “Thank you Kacchan. I was worried they were going to disqualify me.”

Bakugo’s large hands grasped Midoriya’s wrist and tugged it close. “Did it really not hurt?”

It was quiet for a moment before Midoriya turned his body towards Bakugo. “I thought you knew this, but I experienced nerve damage all through my body. While my legs were paralyzed and I had to work to gain motor function back, my hands never lost function, but I lost a lot of feeling in them.”

“Is that why you’re avoiding those idiots inside?” questioned Bakugo with a smirk.

“What?” squeaked Midoriya, putting all his body weight onto the wall of the building.

“Yeah, there were a shit ton of reporters looking for you in there?” confirmed Bakugo, following Midoriya’s lead and resting.

Midoriya shook his head with a grin. “I had no idea. But now that you mention it, I have no desire to go in. I don’t want to explain my entire life story to them.”

It wasn’t hard to understand why Midoriya wouldn’t want to answer questions. His answer couldn’t be simplified to a simple I just like snapping my fingers back into place.

“All of the people would probably ask you the same boring question anyways,” sighed Bakugo, looking up at the setting sun.

A comfortable weight was placed on Bakugo’s shoulder. The soft fluffy hair touching his neck told him everything he needed to know. Without saying a word, Bakugo placed a hand on Midoriya’s propped-up knee.

After letting the comfort of Midoriya’s touch fester inside him, Bakugo decided to say what was on his mind.

“Sorry for being an asshole,” grumbled Bakugo, looking away.

“Glad to know you realize you were an asshole. Let me nap for five minutes and consider yourself forgiven,” yawned Midoriya as he relaxed further.

Bakugo didn’t bother responding, but he did have to smack Midoriya three minutes into the peaceful nap. “Stop touching my pecs.”

“Shut up Kacchan,” hissed Midoriya with a childish grin.

The flash of a phone caught the duo’s attention, and they looked up fearfully only to be met with Todoroki holding up a phone. “About time. I’ve been waiting two months to get my money.”

Midoriya gawked at his best friend while Bakugo was already on his feet, ready to battle.

“I’m going to kill you Half-and-half bastard!”

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allisonbaelfire · 5 months ago

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Amethyst. - PART 5

The day of the UA Sports Festival had finally arrived. We, the students of Class 1-A, were waiting together in a meeting room, filled with a mix of anticipation and tension. This was the moment we had all been preparing for, and the atmosphere was charged with unspoken competition.

Shoto turned to Izuku Midoriya, breaking the silence. “I think it’s objectively clear that I am much stronger than you, right?” he said, his voice calm and measured, his eyes cold and focused.

Izuku stammered, his eyes widening in surprise and intimidation. He gave a hesitant nod, clearly out of his depth.

“But I believe that All Might has taken a special interest in you, hasn’t he?” Shoto continued. “I don’t intend to delve into that, but I will defeat you,” he said seriously, his tone unwavering.

Bakugo turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as he clenched his teeth, clearly irritated by the exchange.

Denki leaned closer to Eijiro, “That was a declaration of war from the strongest in the class.”

I stood up, feeling an urge of protecting Midoriya. “I don’t think my brother is the strongest in the class,” I said, my voice steady as I walked between Izuku, who was too shocked to speak, and Shoto. Katsuki’s gaze followed me intently, with curiosity and challenge.

“If anything, he should try to defeat me first instead of intimidating someone else to make himself look bigger,” I retorted, staring directly at Shoto, my eyes challenging him to respond.

Eijiro stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Shoto’s shoulder. “Don’t start a fight right before it begins,” he advised, his voice calm but firm, trying to diffuse the situation.

Shoto’s expression tightened, he was about to say something, but when he met my gaze, he seemed to reconsider. Shoto knew it was better not to continue, as otherwise, I would become his opponent for the day.

“We’re not here to make friends, so who cares,” Shoto responded coldly, turning to leave the room.

Just then, Izuku found the courage to step forward. “Shoto, I don’t know why you’re telling me you’ll defeat me. You’re clearly superior to me. Most people probably can’t match your Quirk; that’s just the objective truth,” Izuku said, his voice trembling slightly but gaining strength. “But everyone here seriously wants to reach the top. Including me.”

I was impressed by Izuku’s words and how bravely he stood up to my brother. It was clear to me that Shoto’s declaration to Izuku was nothing more than his way of aiming to surpass All Might without using the fire side of our father. Since Izuku was close to All Might, it was clear to Shoto that Izuku would be his opponent today.

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The festival had finally arrived. The stadium was buzzing with excitement, and the air was charged with anticipation. It was an event for everyone, drawing in massive crowds from all walks of life. Students from all courses gathered to witness the spectacle, and we, the students of the first classes of the UA, were anxiously waiting to learn what the first event would be.

I glanced around, noticing the sheer number of viewers. It was overwhelming to see so many people gathered to watch us compete. As I scanned the crowd, my eyes locked onto my family. My sister Fuyumi and my brother Natsuo were cheering enthusiastically, their smiles full of encouragement. In contrast, my father, Endeavor, stood in his hero costume, leaning against the wall near the exit, with a stern expression.

Ms. Midnight stepped up to the podium, her commanding presence capturing everyone's attention. The murmurs and whispers among the students died down as she began to speak.

"Welcome to the UA Sports Festival!" she announced, her voice echoing through the stadium. "This event is not just a test of your Quirks and abilities, but also a showcase of your determination, strategy, and heroism. It's a chance for you to shine and demonstrate what you're truly capable of to the world."

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in before continuing. "The first event is an obstacle course that will test your agility, speed, and quick thinking. You'll face a series of challenges, including navigating through difficult terrains, combating mechanical opponents, and evading attacks from other participants."

Ms. Midnight's eyes gleamed with excitement as she outlined the rules. "But before we begin, let's hear a few words from the student who achieved the highest scores in Class 1: Katsuki Bakugo."

Bakugo stepped forward, his expression serious. The crowd fell silent, all eyes on him.

Bakugo took the microphone and, with an unbothered look in his eyes, he declared, "I'm gonna win."

His words hung in the air, and the audience erupted into a mix of cheers and murmurs. Many were shocked by his blunt arrogance, while some of us in Class 1-A exchanged knowing glances. We expected nothing less from Bakugo.

"Well, there you have it!" Ms. Midnight said, trying to maintain her enthusiasm despite the unexpected brevity of Bakugo's speech. "Let the festival begin!"

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As the starting signal blared, Shoto immediately generated a massive ice structure at the entrance, intending to slow down the other competitors. This tactic worked on everyone —except me. Immune to Shoto's ice, which was not nearly as cold as mine, I sprang into action.

Wasting no time, I activated my Quirk, summoning my Ice Flames to create a series of icy platforms. These platforms allowed me to glide effortlessly over treacherous terrain and could also be used as protection, if someone tried to attack me.

Half-and-half bastard!” Katsuki Bakugo’s voice rang out, full of rage. “Your ice won’t stop me!” He blasted through Shoto’s ice with his explosions, determined not to be slowed down. Despite his anger, I was oddly relieved that he had given me a much nicer nickname with “Frostburn.”

I felt the rush of adrenaline as I controlled the formation speed of the ice. With precision, I adjusted the rate at which the platforms formed, ensuring I could quickly adapt to the changing environment of the obstacle course. The purple hue of my flames contrasted vividly with the icy blue surfaces I created, making my path both efficient and visually striking. I noticed Shoto doing the same with his ice, creating a slide to speed through the course.

"Watch out, Y/N!" Kirishima's voice cut through the noise as he barreled past me, his body hardened and ready for impact.

I nodded, appreciating his warning. Just ahead, spotting an incoming barrage of icy rocks – thanks Shoto. With a swift motion, I created an icy barrier, shielding myself from the falling rocks. I glanced over at Kirishima, who gave me a thumbs-up before charging forward.

“You know we’re actually rivals, right?” I asked Ejiro with a smile.

As I progressed through the course, mechanical opponents emerged, challenging us with relentless attacks. Facing them head-on, I let my hands blaze with lilac flames. Skillfully, I formed icy projectiles, launching them at my foes with pinpoint accuracy.

"Nice shot!" Denki called out, zapping a nearby robot with his electricity. He grinned at me before dashing off to tackle another target.

Each projectile I launched struck true, shattering upon impact and disabling the mechanical adversaries. My movements were a blend of grace and power, showcasing my proficiency in combat and the seamless integration of my Quirk into my fighting style.

The competition was fierce, and other participants occasionally targeted me to gain an advantage. Anticipating their moves, I conjured sturdy ice barriers to shield myself. The strength and hardness of the ice varied, tailored to withstand the intensity of the incoming attacks while maintaining the flexibility to quickly counter.

I noticed my hands growing increasingly numb. Since we weren’t allowed to use any items and didn’t have our hero costumes, I had no gloves and was fully exposed to the effects of my Quirk.

"Try and keep up, Frostburn!" Bakugo yelled as he blasted past me, his explosions propelling him forward.

I smirked, enjoying the challenge. "Just watch, Bakugo," I muttered under my breath. As he launched an explosive attack towards me, I quickly raised an ice barrier, absorbing the blast and sending a flurry of icy shards in his direction. He dodged, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

After the robots, the next section required us to cross a deep chasm. The sight of the vast gap was intimidating, but I didn't let it faze me. I knew exactly how to handle this.

Activating my Quirk, I summoned my Ice Flames, creating a series of icy bridges and platforms.

As I formed the first bridge, I noticed Bakugo nearby, "Move it, Frostburn!" he shouted, propelling himself forward with explosions from his hands. He was aggressive, but his eyes showed a grudging respect as he acknowledged my ice formations helping him find footing before he used his quirk to fly.

Midway through the chasm, I saw Kirishima behind me struggling to find a safe path. His hardened body was perfect for defense but not ideal for crossing the chasm. "Need a hand?" I called out, while moving an ice platform to him.

He glanced at me, his expression filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Rival!" He chuckled as he holds onto the platform.

After he was safely on the other side, I froze Ejiro a bit to slow him down, a girl must win.

The next section was a minefield. They want to eliminate us, don’t they? Activating my Quirk, I summoned my Ice Flames, creating a series of icy platforms that hovered just above the ground.

As I formed the first platform, I noticed Bakugo nearby, his face twisted in determination and frustration. “Frostburn! You’re in my damn way!" he shouted, propelling himself forward with explosions from his hands.

"Watch your step, Bakugo," I retorted, attempting to freeze him in place with a quick burst of my Ice Flames. He dodged with an explosive blast, evading my attack with ease.

Midway through the minefield, I saw Shoto using his ice to create slides, smoothly gliding over the dangerous terrain. Our eyes met briefly, a silent understanding passing between us. Despite the competition, we were siblings, at least some sort of bond between us.

Izuku was using his intelligence, instead of his quirk, to navigate the minefield, carefully analyzing the safest routes and using his agility to leap over the mines with precision.

With each step, I carefully adjusted the formation speed of my ice platforms, ensuring they remained stable and didn't trigger the mines below. The pressure was intense, but my experience had prepared me for such challenges.

Despite being head on with Shoto most of the time, I chose not to finish in the top three. Partly because I wanted to give others the chance to shine, and partly because I hoped it would improve my relationship with Shoto if I didn’t win.

In the final stretch, Izuku surged ahead, crossing the finish line first with a triumphant leap. Shoto followed closely, his face showing clear frustration, both at Izuku and at himself for not securing first place. Katsuki was third, his explosive power propelling him across the line, visibly angry and frustrated with his placement. I crossed the finish line moments later and secured fourth place.

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Walking off the field, I spotted my classmates gathering and talking excitedly about their experiences. I noticed Shoto standing apart, as usual. Taking a deep breath, I approached him.

"Shoto," I called out, my voice steady. He turned to face me, his expression neutral.

He looked at me, his frustration evident. “Thanks,” he muttered, then turned and walked away, clearly still upset.

I sighed and turned my attention to Katsuki, noticing him struggling with his arms. He cursed under his breath, his face contorted with pain. It was clear that using his Quirk so intensely had taken a toll on him.

Concerned, I went over to him. “Bakugo, are you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He glared at me, but the pain in his eyes was undeniable. “What do you want, Frostburn?” he snapped, clutching his arms.

“Let me help,” I said, ignoring his harsh tone. “Your arms look like they’re in bad shape.”

He hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly nodded. “Fine, but don’t think this means I need your help.”

I smiled slightly. “Of course not, Bakugo. Just consider it a temporary truce.”

Gently, I reached out and examined his arms, using my Quirk to cool them down and provide some relief. “You need to be more careful,” I advised softly. “Pushing yourself too hard can have serious consequences.”

He grumbled something under his breath but didn’t pull away. As I worked, I could feel the tension between us easing slightly, if only for a moment. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

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morallygreyvigilante · 1 year ago

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ik it's a topic that's been done to death but, thoughts on the poor handling of consequences in mha?

The consequence handling in My Hero Academia does very much suck, but I can somewhat understand the reasoning for it.

For me, the first instance that comes to mind was the first training exercise pitting Midoriya and Uraraka against Bakugou and Iida. The instance I'm talking about is specifically the later stage of the exercise where Bakugou launched a full-power blast directly at Midoriya despite specifically being told not to.

I don't have a lot to say about this one, Bakugou ignored a direct order and - when told that the blast could potentially kill Midoriya - claimed that "he'll [Midoriya] be fine if he dodges." The exercise should've immediately been terminated and Bakugou should've been punished for:

Disobeying a direct order from the supervising teacher.

Displaying a lack of consideration or care for a fellow student.

Yes, I am aware that this was the first exercise that they'd participated in, and that rash actions/decisions are probably to be expected. But this kind of behaviour/thinking should've been nipped in the bud immediately.

The second instance that comes to mind is the Hosu incident from the Hero Killer Arc, where Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki weren't credited for taking Stain down.

Now, why did this make sense?

It gets mentioned after the incident that while their actions were ultimately a good thing, they had also technically broken the law because they hadn't been given permission to engage the villain/use their quirks. If their involvement was made public then it could've damaged their chances going forward. However, I do think that the whole thing could've been handled a bit better.

When Midoriya headed into the city with Gran Torino, it was specifically to look for villains and - in the context of the previous conversation - it was specifically so Midoriya could gain some experience fighting different types of opponents with his new technique. While it's true he wasn't explicitly given permission to engage, it was already heavily implied that he would be allowed to.

Granted, we didn't see much of Iida and Todoroki before their involvement in the fight. But, based on what we knew of Endeavor at this stage in the series, I find it very strange that he wouldn't have already given Todoroki clearance to engage especially since it was made clear that he'd already received some form of "training" before U.A. Iida, however, did very much run off on his own. But, again, we don't really see much of their sides.

The issue with arc was very much a lack of clarity.

The third instance was the final exams I believe? Now, again, this one does make some kind of sense. So this one's going to be looking at Sero, Kaminari & Mina, Midoriya & Bakugou.

So, first one up, Sero. I think the issue that a lot of people take with this one is that Sero did contribute quite a bit towards his exam with Mineta, and I do agree that Mineta would've failed if not for the help Sero provided. However, the students were informed that they would fail the exam if they were either incapacitated, or they ran out of time. Sero was incapacitated so - as much as it sucks - it wasn't entirely unfair. He just got unlucky.

The exam with Kaminari and Mina, I feel, is the midway point on this scale. It's important to bare in mind that the purpose the exams was to make the students face the areas they're weaker in and see how they manage to work around it (if at all). Nezu was a pretty good opponent as far as that goal went, however - while it was played up for comedy - I do believe he went overboard. I'm not saying he should've gone easy on them because that wouldn't have been at all helpful in the long run, but I do think he took it too far.

And then, of course, there's the clusterfuck that was Midoriya and Bakugou's exam. From the get go this exam was heavily weighted towards Bakugou's development and not Midoriya's.

Midoriya has shown a willingness to work with others since day one, we saw it in the first battle trial with Uraraka, we saw it in the sports festival, we saw it in the Hero Killer arc. Midoriya will work with anyone.

This is exactly why he was paired up with Bakugou, who - at this stage - showcased a generally bad disposition towards teamwork of any kind, especially teamwork of any kind with Midoriya. He went as far as to physically attack Midoriya during the exam, which should have been an immediate disqualification. Yes, it was an exam, but it was a simulation intended to form an idea of how the students would operate in the field at their current level. Attacking your allies is not acceptable behaviour.

Of course, he did ultimately decide to work with Midoriya eventually, but by that point he should've already been disqualified.

As far as I can tell, the only issue they really had with Midoriya at this stage was the whole "putting All Might on a pedestal" thing. And while I agree that it was an issue that needed to be dealt with, it shouldn't have been done in a high-stress situation while also having him effectively serve as a stepping stone for Bakugou's development.

It's also worth mentioning that All Might (like Nezu) went way overboard given the nature of the assignment, but the series did at least acknowledge that part, so I won't linger on it for too long.

And finally, the fight between Midoriya and Bakugou after the provisional license exam.

Quite simply, Bakugou was the one in the wrong here. He specifically instructed Midoriya to go with him, he specifically led him somewhere where he thought there wouldn't be any witnesses, and he was the one to instigate the fight.

Yes, Midoriya did eventually start fighting back. But it's important to note that Midoriya didn't start fighting back immediately, instead he tried to calm the situation down and keep out of the way, and even if he didn't start fighting back it seemed highly unlikely that Bakugou would've let him leave without dealing some damage.

I do understand why Midoriya was punished, since he did ultimately join the fight. And his punishment was admittedly lighter, though not by much considering he only did so because he wasn't being given another option.

Now, I have heard people say that the main reason Bakugou picked this fight in the first place was because of the guilt he felt over All Might's retirement, because fighting was the only way he knew how to process his emotions (which does raise some flags) and he wanted someone to punish him. And, while that does provide an explanation, it doesn't excuse his actions.

The main thing about this instance that bugs me, is that I'm pretty sure that this was the event that led to Bakugou finally being told about One For All (I could be remembering wrong because it's been a while since I watched that season, so take this bit with a pinch of salt). Yes I know Midoriya let it slip in the first season but since Bakugou didn't seem to believe him at the time, I'm not counting it.

At this stage (particularly under these specific circumstances) Bakugou had not displayed enough maturity to be told the specifics about a secret had very little to do with him (if at all), especially since All Might himself had already pointed out how dangerous it could be if too many people found out. Of course, Bakugou himself made no attempts to reveal the secret afterwards, but the fact remains that his prior behaviour - at least, as far as I'm concerned - in no way indicated that he could be trusted with that kind of information, especially not since it involved Midoriya.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #tenya iida #iida tenya #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #hanta sero #sero hanta #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #mina ashido #ashido mina #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #toshinori yagi #yagi toshinori #nezu

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deusvervewrites · 11 months ago

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Full Throttle: I'd like to revisit the Provisional Exams now that we know about Midoriya's Support Gear. Are the weights enough? Have they helped him gain control any faster? Does he pass?

Midoriya having full-body weights in his costume to limit himself to where All Might was during the finals in canon would mean he could at least function here. It'd still be largely Quirkless and relying on his non-OFA strength because he'd be leveling a city block with any punch but he'd still be able to participate.

#asks #full throttle au

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underratedmhapoll · 3 months ago

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Blorbo Bingo: please give best mom Inko some love!

INKO INKO INKO!!!

Fandom takes are wrong exclusively because of the shockingly large amount of people who are way too vocal about Inko being hotter when she was younger. SHUT THE FUCK UP SHE'S BEAUTIFUL FOREVER

It's also a really bad look considering her weight gain was literally born from single mom stress

I'm so glad she doesn't have to worry about her baby boy anymore. He's so successful and the world is a safer place because of all he did. She must be so proud! ;w;

Let me be your bread winner, Ms. Midoriya. I'll pay the bills and actually BE THERE.

Hisashi Midoriya, love your wife or she ain't going to be your wife much longer.

#ask #not a poll #blorbo bingo #haelerin #inko midoriya

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 1 year ago

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Bloody...

Summary:You notice that Midoriya shared his location while at Hosu City and headed to the location, but you and the hero killers quirks both revolve blood

Type:Scenario: Dekusquad(besides Uraraka) & M!Reader

Version:Mha

⚠️Warning! Violence, blood, gore, mention of death, near death experience, no happy ending⚠️

You should have listened. Midoriya was right. You shouldn't have came, you should have run. Even Todoroki told you to get out of here. But you didn't. You couldn't leave your classmates here to die. Even if they were capable, the thought of them dying made you stay. But... now you were laying in a puddle of blood, your blood, because you wouldn't leave. You were bleeding badly.

"...I'm sorry guys"

Your voice was quiet, coughing you tried to move, but to no avail. You let out a choked sob as you watched Midoriya and Todoroki fight. If only you had listened, then maybe, maybe you could've found help. You coughed so more. Your face was warm as a thick liquid ran down your face. Your eyes were getting hazy and unclear. You couldn't move, you couldn't feel your body, it's like there was a huge weight on every muscle and joint preventing you from moving. It was almost unbearable. Tears started running down your face as you heard Midoriya hit the wall.

"Midoriya!"

Todoroki was loud, his voice booming through the alleyway, bringing you back to your senses. You now notice how close the hero killer is. He's practically stepping on you. Your eyes widen as your breath hits. He glares down at you, his eyes wide and bloodshot. He looked away, his focus going to one of the boys in front of you. You let out another choked sob. Muttering apologies you feel your skin become warm, eyes widening with realize you look back at the hero killer. He was covered in your blood... the very blood you can boil to skin burning degrees. You knew the risk, especially since you're laying in your own blood. But... it would help, the possibility of winning this battle is little in your eyes. Groaning your eyes focused on Stain, the boil around you started to sizzle, gaining the attention of Midoriya. It didn't take long for him to realize.

"Y/N! NO! YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF!"

You didn't care if it helped you'd do it. You felt the blood start to burn your skin, from both inside and outside. You wince as the blood around you comes to a boiling point, but so did the blood on Stain, and it was obvious. He was trying to wipe the blood off of him, but he also swallowed your blood. You watched as he started coughing and gagging. Stain was gripping his stomach as he hunched over. Hearing the blood sizzling, Stain looked up at you. He was pissed. He started mumbling something before charging at you. Your eyes widened in fear, and for a spilled second, all you could see was him, this murder, charging at you. Feeling your fingerings twitch, you started to cry. He'd get to you before you got up. You were going to die. You were just a kid. You didn't deserve this.

"No..."

Time seemed to slow as you started to push yourself up, your arms were shaking, you were crying.

"This wasn't supposed to happen"

You could feel his knife break the skin in your back. You wanted to scream, cry, something. Anything. Instead, you hit the ground with a loud thud, your vision going black. You couldn't hear anything or see. It was weird. Your body felt like it was falling, almost endlessly. It wouldn't stop, and you couldn't see where you were falling. 'Was this it?' Was all you could think. Before you couldn't think at all.

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After the fight with stain, the three stared at your unmoving body.

"Y....Y/n?"

Midoriyas voice was low, almost in a whisper. He walked closer to you, trying to figure out if you were alive or not, but you were laying on your stomach, so it was hard to tell.

"Midoriya...*

Iida's voice was hushed, and his head was down. Iida's shoulder was shaking. It seemed like he couldn't look up even if he wanted to. Midoriya ignored him and kept walking to you. Todoroki was standing there, holding a tied up stain. He didn't know what to do. Does he intervene? Does he go get help? What did he do? Midoriya crouched by your limp body, gently touching your shoulder, careful not to touch the knife wound.

"Y/n? Hey, everything's okay now....y/n?..."

Midoriya swallowed thickly and looked at Iida and Todoroki before looking back at you. He said your name again, yet it was shaky and hushed. Midoriya started to shake as he started shaking you more aggressively.

"Y/n! Y/n! Wake up!"

After about a minute, he stopped. Taking off his glove, he touched your neck with two fingers, searching for a pulse. Even if it was small, it was better than none. He didn't find one.

"Please...please wake up..."

Midoriya's sobs echoed through the alleyway as he leaned his head on your shoulder. Finally falling onto his knees, he gripped your shirt. Iida looked away, covering his mouth with his hand. Todoroki just stared. He didn't know how to help. Even when the pros came, it was too late. Midoriya was crying, Iida was standing there staring at the ground, and Todoroki was staring at Midoriya. The three took a small break after their internships before going back to school. Their classmates didn't say anything about what happened, even Bakugou. Aizawa talked to the three, doing his best to hopefully make them feel better. Word spread fast, and the surprising part was that no one gave them a hard time, just sympathetic looks.

[A/n:I'm rewatching mha rn, and the Stain fight gave me this idea. I hope you enjoyed]

#blood #mha midoriya #mha iida #mha todoroki #mha x male reader #mha x reader #mha dekusquad #mha #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #bnha #mha stain

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lennons-lemonade · 5 months ago

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Class 1-A Headcanons! (part two)

I’m mainly going to be focusing on appearances and sexuality, as that is depicted in the images I edited.

Continuing with characters I headcanon as femme identifying (trans & cis girls). If any of your faves are not present please check part one & part three!

Here's Yuuga Aoyama, Ochako Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Shouto Todoroki, Tooru Hagakure, and Momo Yaoyorozu!

Yuuga Aoyama (she/they/star/buzz)

Yuuga is transfeminine and omnisexual. She is not dating or crushing on anyone at this point in time.

They have Hyper-mobile Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and are constantly nauseas. Star also uses a cane on star's bad days. Its bedazzled and super pretty.

Buzz enjoys sewing, makeup, and rhinestones. She can be found in her bedroom with her pet bird, Glitter, or in the common area watching French TV.

Ochako Uraraka (she/they/aer/rose)

Ochako is a polyamorous, bisexual, xenogender user. She is dating Tsuyu Asui and Izuku Midoriya.

They are commonly nauseas due to over use of their quirk, but overtime that issue has been going away.

Ae enjoys soft aesthetics, working out, the color pink, and working with kids. Rose is usually in the gym, often with Eijirou Kirishima, baking, or spending time with rose's partners.

Denki Kaminari (she/they/buzz/shock/aer/he)

Denki is omnisexual, genderfluid, transfeminine, and uses xenogenders. She is dating Kyouka Jirou.

They experience muscle pain on the daily basis and are an epileptic due to their quirk. Buzz's quirk also causes litchenburg scarring, which, due to frequent electrical input, does not fade. He's also very tired all of the time.

Shock enjoys playing the guitar, drawing, and playing video games. Ae is often found doing those exact things, usually with company.

Shouto Todoroki (she/they/aer/rose/frost)

Shouto is transfeminine, omnisexual, and polyamorous. She is dating Momo Yaoyorozu and Izuku Midoriya.

They are blind in their left eye and have problems regulating their temperature due to their quirk. Ae is also autistic.

Rose enjoys ice skating, drawing, and reading romance manga. Frost is often found in the common room attempting to sketch one of frost's classmates, but often Tsuyu Asui during her naps, or reading their mangas.

Tooru Hagakure (she/they/name)

Tooru is polyamorous and bisexual. She is dating Mashirao Ojirou and has a slight crush on Mina Ashido.

They are not constantly invisible, but due to severe social anxiety, they feel more confident when they are. It is rare to see Tooru visibly, though Ojirou reports that he thinks Tooru is cute, he's pretty biased.

She enjoys braiding hair, stuffed animals, and working out. She can be found in the gym with Mashirao Ojirou or Ochako Uraraka, baking with Rikido Sato, or spending time in their room.

Momo Yaoyorozu (She/they/bloom/rose)

Momo is a polyamorous lesbian. She's dating Shouto Todoroki and Kyouka Jirou.

Due to their quirk's use of their fat cells, they are often dangerously thin after a mission. To combat this, bloom uses a feeding tube when they are too weak after a mission. Rose is also anemic because of this. She tries to compensate by eating more, which does lead to her gaining weight before a mission, but it never ends up being enough, so a feeding tube was her best choice.

They enjoy goth music, playing the piano, embroidery, and tutoring. Bloom can be found with either of bloom's partners engaging in a variety of activities, playing the piano, or tutoring any variety of bloom's classmates.

#my hero academia #mha #mha headcanons #class 1a #class 1a headcanons #yuuga aoyama #yuga aoyama #ochako uraraka #denki kaminari #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #tooru hagakure #toru hagakure #momo yaoyorozu #Lennon talks #my art #kind of #recolors #id in alt text

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sugolara · 2 years ago

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Determined to survive, stay alive

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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They used the yard gates as their main entrance when it came to unloading supplies. For a girl like F/n, she sure was strong to be carrying two packs of water. In the past, Izuku used to work out too. Hell, he even gained muscles and a nice pair of abs, but it almost made him jealous—and a little flustered—to see her carrying the weight like it was nothing. Not to mention the sweat gliding down her neck.

He suddenly was flicked in the forehead. Startled, he turned his attention to Katsuki who glared at him. He nervously asked, "What was that for?"

"The fuck are you staring at?" He asked as he pulled himself on the trunk while grabbing a package of mixed nuts behind him. He placed some in his mouth as he inspected the nuts, "You ain't getting shit done if you plan on staring all day. You going crazy now?"

"One, I wasn't staring and two, I'm not going crazy." He looked away when Katsuki gave him a look, "Y'know you're supposed to be sleeping, right? You passed out the second you hit the couch."

"Yeah, I got my shitty ass sleep." Katsuki nibbled on the rest of the nuts, glaring down at it as the salty aftertaste filled his mouth. His eyes then glanced around realizing someone was missing, "Where's that extra you're with? Ain't she supposed to be helping out or did you suddenly befriend lazy ass people."

"Oh, F/n...she went–Oh! There she is!" Izuku waved at her with a smile. The girl raised a brow when she saw Katsuki. It had Izuku hoping she or more specifically, Katsuki, wouldn't start a fight. He knows how much Katsuki loves to instigate, but he so desperately needs a day where he can just be at peace.

When she was close to them, Izuku silently took in a deep breath, preparing for the worst, "F/n, this is my fr–"

"Right, Kacchan. I heard back at the store." She interrupted him and held her hand out, ignoring the way Izuku's face drained of life while the blonde narrowed his eyes. She wasn't too fond of presentation, "I'm F/n L/n."

"Wait! That's not his na–" Hearing Katsuki suck in his teeth had Izuku menatly crying. The blonde, despite being a few inches shorter than her, stood up and licked his fingertips that contained the nut spice. He then clasped her hand, shaking it with a tight grip, "Katsuki Bakugo."

"Right..." Her fingers twitched around his hand as she eyed him. She didn't realize the subtle way he began to feel self-conscious about his sweaty palms as she could see Izuku in the background anxiously biting his nails as if he was waiting for a fight to break, "Katsuki."

She moved away from him and headed for Izuku grabbing the last pack of water behind him, "Don't forget we still need wood. Once we're finish I'll head over there."

"Oh, before we go do that I was thinking about expanding the yard." He looked at her, ignoring her stare, "Since you grew up in a farm, you might know a few things about knocking down a fence and rebuilding."

"I do." She nodded as she muttered, "But it's not that simple. Its gonna be a pain."

"Why the hell should we make the yard bigger?" Katsuki asked, giving the freckle male a meaningful glare, "It's a terrible idea to stay in one place for to long, not to mention were in the open. Someone outta come by and spot us if we don't get the hell out."

The blonde gave a glimpse at F/n, "Don't care where you go."

"Kacchan!" He scoldingly looked at the male, "Whether you like it or not, she's with us."

The other male rolled his eyes, grabbing another pack of trail mix. As for F/n, she turned back to the water pack, "Anwyas, I'll get to it."

Seeing her get back to work, Izuku grabbed a few items from the truck, "You know I don't mind doing the heavy work. You can do something you're...good at...?"

"What are you tying to say?" She gazed her eyes towards him, the both unaware Katsuki shaking his head at his friends comment, "I am good at this. You trying to think lesser of me or what?"

He turned red as he waved his hands around frantically, "No! I dont think lesser of you! I-I-I-I was just–y'kn–"

"Shut up." Katsuki had enough as he wiped his hands on his clothes and began grabbing the heavier items of the truck, "If we're going to get wood then we better hurry. It's to damn fucking hot out here and I can't take it."

"Then change." She gave his outfit a look. His clothing covered his entire body. Only his hands and face were left unclothed, "Theres spare clothes from the previous owners. Might be a little to small for you, though."

"Are you trying to say I'm fat!?" He glared, ready to jump on her if she insulted him once more.

"No, of course not, I would never say that." She waved her hands trying to not make him feel insecure, "I don't think you're a large person. In fact, the way your clothes stick to you makes you have an outline that I am quiet certain woman would be jealous of, including me."

A slap was heard behind her and Izuku wished nothing more than to turn into a puddle as he had to look the other way. This time, he'd let F/n deal with the consequences as he wasn't too sure how to help her get out of this one and just like he suspected he heard Katsuki let out a yell and a thud was soon followed.

After they had placed all of the grocery items in the basement. They locked up the cellar and the home before heading to the streets. The truck that F/n had used only had little gas. If they drove it and it suddenly stopped with items in the back, they would have to leave the supplies stranded while they look for another vehicle.

Instead of going with the ladder, they stood in the streets looking for a vehicle. Like always, things never went their way as most of the vehicle's keys had gone missing. The owners must have run off with them in hopes they'd return to escape or someone had started a key collection. Either way, the three were not having it.

Izuku, who sat in the driver's seat feeling discouraged, glanced at the rear mirror. He adjusted it to where he could see F/n sitting inside a truck and behind her was Katsuki, laying in the trunk with his legs swinging.

He removed himself from the vehicle and headed towards her, noticing that her hands fiddled while she had her attention on the steering wheel. He leaned on the door and his brows furrowed in confusion when he saw her knife fiddling underneath the wheel, "What are you doing?"

"Trying to start it." She replied. Hearing a click, she removed the plastic cover and set it aside. With the middle roil electrical wires she pulled it towards her and began to chip off the ends with her knife until the copper wire revealed itself.

"Oh, but what is it that you're doing?" Izuku puzzingly asked, "..Are you trying to hot wire it?"

She nodded. Amazed, he watched as she delicately picked the wires, "I've never met anyone who could do that! DId you learn by yourself or were you taught?"

Hearing the commotion, Katsuki made his way towards them. He shoved the freckle male towards the door, ignoring his small glare as he paid attention to F/n, "Were you some kind of criminal or what."

She shrugged as she twirled the copper wires, intertwining them all together, "When you grow up on a farm, you learn a few things."

The engine then turned on. Along with that, so did the windshield wipers. It made a squeak sound as it rubbed against the dusty window. The girl signaled them to move so she could close the door, "I drive."

"I call shotgun!" Katsuki quickly said, once again shoving Izuku who had begun to make his way towards the passenger seat. The other male grumbled as he made his way to the backseat, "You don't have to shove me, Kacchan."

Before she could begin to drive, the radio static and faint male voice could be heard. Bewildered, Izuku reached from the backseat to turn the volume higher. "Do not intend to engage. Do not intend to fight. A sanctuary is being held in Rhote. Those who arrive, survive."

"A sanctuary?" Izuku tried thinking back to when he had a radio, but he never heard his utter a sanctuary, "I don't remember there ever being one."

"Me neither." F/n said, her eyes fixated on the radio, "If there was a sanctuary people would have known since the beginning."

"You think there is actually one?" Izuku asked, glancing at her, "I mean, it's been at least a couple months and not even the news said anything about one."

"I doubt it." Katsuki said as he rolled down the windows. He then looked at him with his arms crossed, "If a sanctuary is still running, you'd think someone from the military would have started to look for people. I'm not saying that militaries control sanctuary, but for it to be broadcasted across all radios has me thinking there is one. I don't know about you, but I haven't seen a single one since this whole thing started"."

"He's right." F/n turned the radio off and began to carefully drive off, avoiding any other vehicles in the way, "I haven't seen one either and Rhote is just a couple cities away from Musutafu. They'd come to nearby cities before going across the country."

"Well, don't you think someone should turn it off?" Izuku sat back, staring outside, "It's giving people false hope."

Katsuki scoffed, getting comfortable in his seat, "S'not our problem. We got better shit to do, let someone else do it."

A sigh was emitted from the green-haired lips. He stared out into the streets, watching as home passed by and a few rotters that were trapped underneath the car wave at him. Who knew how many people had heard the broadcast and made their way towards the city only to have their hopes up. Some had most likely died reaching there as the city was filled with large skyscrapers.

It's sad to imagine their faces when they come across an empty building, possibly filled with rotters. To distract himself from the thought, he put a smile on and glanced at his childhood friend, who is still overjoyed to see him, "Kacchan, did you know that F/n also went to school with us!"

"Like I give a fuck." He muttered, though he spared a glance at her.

The boy in the backseat continued, "She knew Hitoshi. Remember him? He looked kind of like Mr. Aizawa."

"Unlike you I don't care to learn about other people." The blonde annoyingly said as he opened the glove compartment, hoping to find a CD to drown out Izuku's voice.

"What class did you say you were in again?" Izuku ignored Katsuki as he averted his attention to F/n. The girl, with her eyes on the road, responded, "F."

"She was with Mei." Izuku looked at Katsuki, "I know you remember her."

"Again." The blonde rolled his eyes as he adjusted the radio, desperately hoping for music, "I don't care."

"So rude." Izuku quietly muttered. Unknown to the both, F/n was rather amused.

Finally they reached a hardware store. They pulled around the back where plenty of wood, fences, sheds, plants, and outdoor equipment rested. Thankfully the gate was left open, allowing F/n to back up the truck so they wouldn't have to walk with holding heavy items. She placed her hand on the back headrest of Katsuki, her body turned so she could see the back watching carefully to not hit the shed that was slightly in the way. The rear mirror was unfortunately cracked.

"Dammit." Katsuki grumbled when he looked through his bag. He had forgotten to mention he didn't have any weapons, "Deku, you got a knife on you or something?"

"Yeah," Izuku grabbed his bag and searched through it. He gave his friend the extra army knife that F/n had kindly given him, "Here. Be careful, it's really sharp."

"That's the whole point of a knife, dumbass." The blonde avoided the girl's arm as he reached to grab it, though he did not miss the way her arm slightly flexed when his breath hit it.

With the car successfully inside the back of the store, she left the engine running as turning it back on would be a hassle. They then removed themself from the car with Katsuki closing the gate as a rotter began to approach them. He waited for the rotter to get close before he plunged his knife into its head. A squelch was heard, giving him a disgusted shiver. Never would he get used to the sounds.

"How many do you think we need?" Izuku asked, his hand perched on his chin as he looked at the wooden fences that would reach around their midsection, "I want these to separate our yard and the neighbors yard, but leave a spot to where we can enter and exit."

"Well, are you planning on, like, having a garden in our yard and a pen in the neighbor's yard?" She scratched her nape, "Because finding animals will be tricky."

"No, no." Izuku shook his head, "I want the other yard to hold the extra supplies so our yard doesn't look cluttered, otherwise it'll most definitely draw attention. Our yard is small and I'd really like to have our own space. Besides, I'm sure Kacchan would like to have a home for himself."

"I understand. Grab as many as the truck holds. We'll use the rest for fire." F/n looked back at Katsuki who made their way towards them, "You get him to help you while I'll look for the tools."

"Are you trying to tell me what to do?" Katsuki grumbled, though he began to hold up a fence, "How 'bout you do this while I look for the tools."

"Do you even know what tools we need?" She asked, but when he didn't respond she began to make her way to the building, "Exactly."

The blonde cursed underneath his breath while Izuku gave a glance at F/n, "Be safe!"

Pulling her knife out of her pocket, she opened the door and made her way inside. She glanced around, hardly any clutter was around, but she did notice the floor had footprints of dried up dirt. She ventured deeper, keeping her knife out in case a rotter spots her.

She glanced up at the end of every aisle, looking for its number to figure out where they hold the items she needs. She passed by indoor, vehicles, painting, and lighting tools until she found the one for fences. She placed her bag on the shelf, just underneath some pliers. She grabbed whatever she needed and placed her bag back on her shoulders.

Hearing shuffling, she glanced around to find the culprit. The ceiling windows allowed for some light to brighten the room. Seeing no dead, she continued her way back to the males. Quietly, she moved from aisle to aisle, trying not to draw attention to herself. Her boots tapping against the floor did cause some ruckus and she internally cursed at herself.

When she moved to another aisle, she spotted a rotter. It had looked her way and moved towards her causing an eye roll. With quick movement, before it could let out a moan, she stabbed its head and carefully placed it on the floor as the thud would attract rotters to go after her.

She let out a quiet sigh, but when she turned around a rotter had snuck up on her. The rotter had her push herself back to the shelf to avoid being eaten. Some items on the shelf had fallen to their feet along with her knife that she unfortunately lost grip of. She grunted as she tried shoving the dead back, but the clutter had allerted a couple nearby rotters. It was going to be a hassle to get rid of them, that's for sure.

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