Chapter 1: Wrong Number added.
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Admin Nedzu created a new chat.
Admin Nedzu encrypted the chat.
Admin Nedzu added 13 new users.
+New chat user 07911678241
+New chat user 07911639272
+New chat user 07911562833
+New chat user 07911246924
+New chat user 07911237355
+New chat user 07911352316
+New chat user 07911642407
+New chat user 07911027428
+New chat user 07911452839
+New chat user 07911282610
+New chat user 07911367411
+New chat user 07911526812
+New chat user 07911326813
Admin Nedzu added a new user.
+New chat user 07911084728
User 07911084728: Oh. Um hello? I think you may have the wrong number.
Admin Nedzu: Oh, it appears I have indeed typed the wrong number, my apologies.
Admin Nedzu has removed chat user 07911084728
SYSTEM ERROR
Chat user 07911084728 is unable to be removed.
Admin Nedzu: Oh dear. My apologies user 07911084728, it doesn't seem like you will be able to leave. Fear not though, I will make a separate chat for me and my colleagues and this chat won't have to be used. I have a feeling no one else will be able to leave the chat as well.
User 07911639272 changed chat user 07911639272's name to LOUD&BRIGHT
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911678241's name to JellySleepCoffeeSleepREPEAT
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911562833's name to Miss18+
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911246924's name to IWantToSuckYourBlood
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911237355's name to CarrotKicks
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911352316's name to SecondPlace
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911642407's name to Red+Gold=Royalty
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911027428's name to FirstPlaceBuff
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911452839's name to 1KissIsAllitTakes
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911282610's name to ISmellBullShit
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911367411's name to TheNextCatapiller
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911526812's name to BULLSEYE
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911326813's name to Space=Big
LOUD&BRIGHT changed Admin Nedzu's name to CultLeader
LOUD&BRIGHT changed chat user 07911084728's GhostBuster?
CultLeader: Well, as long as we don't leak any vital information I suppose we can stay in this chat with @GhostBuster?
JellySleepCoffeeSleepREPEAT changed JellySleepCoffeeSleepREPEAT's name to Coffee.
Coffee: That name was too long. This seems like a bad idea Nedzu.
CultLeader: We won't say anything about our names or professions. It'll be fine @Coffee
LOUD&BRIGHT: Yeah come onn- It'll be fun!!
Miss18+: Yeahh! Lighten up.
Coffee: No,
SecondPlace: This seems like a waste of time.
Red+Gold=Royalty: No need to be a stick in the mud, plus @CultLeader said we wouldn't be able to leave anyway.
CarrotKicks: Let's just hope @GhostBuster? ain't a criminal.
GhostBuster? changed GhostBuster?'s name to GreenSprite
Greensprite: It's okay @CultLeader. I can break my phone if you want me to go? Get a different sim card? I wouldn't want to intrude on what you guys need to do as that would be rude..
CultLeader: No, That isn't necessary.
GreenSprite:Oh, right. Of course not. Sorry.
Miss18+:Awhh! Look zash'! They're so cutee! How old are you cutie?
LOUD&BRIGHT: They're adorable! @Coffee Come see!
1KissIsAllitTakes: Leave them alone. Let them speak.
GreenSprite: Oh I'm um not comfortable sharing my exact age but I'm in school. Well, I'm not right now as it's 9 pm and school finishes at 4 pm but I will be back in school tomorrow!
Miss18+: Awh! No need to worry hun. We're all nice here, well except maybe @SecondPlace and @Coffee may come off as mean but he's just a sweetie once you get to know him you know.
Second Place: Excuse me? Im a *very* busy man and I don't have time to babysit some kid on the internet. You are all ridiculous.
SecondPlace has gone offline.
Coffee: Kid. It's getting late. Head off to bed.
Miss18+: Yes, night cutie!
LOUD&BRIGHT: Goodnight!
Greenspite has gone offline.
1KissIsAllitTakes: Offline the rest of you too.
Everyone is offline.
Chapter 2: A Series of Unfortuante Events
Notes:
Sorry! There is no chat in this chapter, I didn't expect people to actually read this x
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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‘Hah. What a joke. This must be a joke, right? The whole of Japan seems to have it out for me. It also appears that it doesn’t matter if a person is dead or alive, they all seem to hate me. What did I do?’
Midoriya asks himself as he walks home from school, listening to his iPod playlist. His white headphone cord tangled and ripped in places, only working on a certain angle, that was Kacchan's fault.
You haven’t met him yet,
Full name? Katsuki Bakugou.
Alias? Kacchan.
Quirk? Explosion.
And unfortunately for the 14-year-old, he knew how to use it. Everyone went wild over the powerful emitter quirk, from the moment it showed itself Katsuki was already deemed a dreamy, exquisite hero. Pathetic. Bakugou’s ego built around that, always growing bigger and bigger with every follower he gained, with every compliment devoured and every single thing he got right, it made Bakugou a jerk.
Today, Bakugou thought it’d be funny to y’know burn Midoriya’s hero analysis notebook and chuck it into a koi fish pond. However, he didn’t stop there. Nope. That would be too simple. Bakugou was a lot of things, but he wasn’t simple. He proceeded to tell WORTHLESS Deku to ‘pray for a quirk in the next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building’.
Midoriya didn’t. He knew there was no next life. Not until you moved on. He knew he wouldn’t be able to move on. Not with Bakugou walking around like nothing was wrong. Not without being able to talk to his mother. Well, she was still alive she just distanced herself from Izuku. As if they were roommates rather than family, she’d pay the bills for the apartment and she’d do most of the shopping but other than that she wasn’t around, always finding others to stay with. Izuku’s quirk made her uncomfortable. The way he’d talked into empty space, and complained about the dead at a young age. It just didn’t sit well with her. They’d communicate with post-stick notes. If Izuku needed anything, he'd leave a bright sticky note and if Inko needed something too, she’d also leave a note.
The green-haired boy huffed as walked across the leaf-infested pathway. He felt like crying. But he didn’t. Instead, he searched for his notebook. Only two hours had passed when he finally found his notebook in the pond, he picked it up, dried it off using his uniform and quickly placed it in his bag. He audibly sighed before starting to make his way to Takoba Municipal Beach. The beach was trashed. No one bothered to clean it. Midoriya would use the beach to gather supplies. After giving up on being a hero ages ago, his newly founded hobby of making new technology sprouted. He adored creating different objects.
His latest project was a hologram pad which would rest nicely like a bracelet on his wrist and upon being given command through nerve impulses it would project a hologram screen which could easily be used to type or search, it worked like a touch screen. Izuku liked it. There were a few bugs but that was alright, he’d perfect it eventually.
Midoriya had decided to take a shortcut that day. Going under the bridge he found himself ignoring the small shuffle of the sewer grate. He wasn’t bothered. He wanted to make something out of nothing. Though, he didn’t get too far before he was grabbed. He felt something all around, choking him. It was slimy. It was disgusting. He reached out and tried to scream, struggling but then, nothing. It all went black..
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Midoriya gasped for air as he felt somebody slapping his face. What happened? Why did he feel gross?
He groaned and sat up, rubbing his head before hearing a booming voice
‘THOUGHT WE LOST YOU THERE!’
The green-haired boy looked up to see the face of his idol, his favourite hero. All Might.
Full name? Unknown.
Alias? All Might.
Quirk? Super Strength?
All Might had been a hero for a while, he started his debut in America but moved to Japan after a few years. He went to UA for his hero training and was very secretive about his private life. Though, who could blame him, being number one probably came with a bunch of crazed fans.
The next ten minutes flew passed in what felt like seconds. Here’s how it happened:
All Might had signed his notebook!
He grabbed onto All Might as he tried to leave
All Might had taken him to a rooftop to allow him to get down safely
He asked All Might if he could be a hero out of curiosity about what he’d say.
All Might de-transforms into a skinny bone-thing
All Might tell him about his injury
All Might tell him that he couldn’t be a hero
All Might had left him on a tall roof alone
This was comical. Almost perfect. He looked over the edge before sighing. It looked so pretty. The view was so pretty. He sat on the ledge. ‘He wasn’t going to jump’ is what he’d repeat in his head. He was just enjoying the noise. He lost his iPod somewhere along the way. His phone was in his still in his pocket. He felt so slimy. He would need to wash off before tracking all this slime in the apartment. His mother would threaten to stop paying for the apartment if she saw it. Midoriya yawned. He was exhausted.
The boy fell backwards onto the surface of the roof with a small smile, closing his eyes.
By the time he woke up, it was night. He shot up, moving away from the ledge as he pulled out his phone, ignoring the rapid fire of notifications on his phone, he checked the time. It read 23:28. Fuck.
Putting his phone back in his pocket, Midoriya swiftly got up and went down the roof into the main building and left through the main doors, thankful for the fact that the building was a 24-hour one. After his exit, he made his way back to the apartment, stopping at a communal shower block just to wash up before going home.
Letting a tear fall from his left eye, he removed his phone from his pocket and changed out of his uniform, putting it through a long wash rotation. Then, he went for another shower to ensure all of the icky slime was thoroughly washed off.
Once it was all out, he got out, switching the water off as he changed into some fresh clothes. He grabbed his phone with a small sigh. He wanted to check the notifications and he also wanted to cry.
The boy soon learned that the notifications were from the chat he was added to yesterday.
He opened the chat quickly..
Notes:
Has anyone got any recommendations of what they'd like to see?
Chapter 3: Back Online
Chapter Text
Aizawa-Coffee
Yamada-LOUD&BRIGHT
Nemuri-Miss18+
Vlad King-IWantToSuckYourBlood
Miruko-CarrotKicks
Endeavour-SecondPlace
Hawks- RedWings
Yagi-FirstPlaceBuff
Recovery Girl-1KissIsAllitTakes
Hound Dog-ISmellBullShit
PowerLoader-TheNextCatapiller
Snipe-BULLSEYE
Thirteen-Space=Big
Nedzu- CultLeader
Midoriya- GreenSprite
GreenSprite is now online. 23:17 pm
You are now reading old chats.
LOUD&BRIGHT: I’m bored! any1 online? 08:26 am
Coffee: No. Go back to doing your job. 08:26 am
Miss 18+: Awh Sho, don’t be mean to him- 08:27 am
LOUD&BRIGHT: Yeah! Don’t be mean to me. 08:28 am
Hawks-Red+Gold=Royalty: @LOUD&BRIGHT My name is too long. Change it? I would but I don’t have perms. 08:29 am
LOUD&BRIGHT: Neither do I, u can change em’ without perms 08:29 am
Hawks-Red+Gold=Royalty changed Hawks-Red+Gold=Royalty’s name to RedWings
RedWings: Better- Thanks 08:29 am
LOUD&BRIGHT: No problemo 08:30 am
CultLeader is now online 08:30 am
CultLeader: @LOUD&BRIGHT @Coffee @Miss 18+ You three should be teaching, should you not? 08:30 am
LOUD&BRIGHT: Sorry Nedzu!! 08:30 am
Coffee: I tried to- whatever. 08:31 am
Miss 18+: Finneee Bye Bye @RedWings 08:31 am
Miss 18+ is now offline
LOUD&BRIGHT is now offline
Coffee is now offline
RedWings is now offline
CultLeader is now offline
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LOUD&BRIGHT is now online 17:03 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: Any1 hearing the commotion on the slime kid? 17:03 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: Apparently they’re in bad condition and no one’s quirk is suitable. 17:03 pm
Coffee is now online 17:04 pm
Coffee: Yeah, they’re waiting on All Might’s arrival. 17:04 pm
Coffee: It’s all over the news. 17:04 pm
Coffee: Wanna know how I know that? 17:04 pm
Coffee: We’re sitting in the same room! We don’t need to text. 17:04 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: Sorry Sho. I’m just worried, y’know? 17:05 pm
Coffee: We can’t leave our paperwork and there are a lot of heroes at the sight ‘zash. Plus it’s too far away. 17:05 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: I know, but he’s only a kid- 17:08 pm
BULLSEYE: All Might’s arrived. 17:14 pm
IWantToSuckYourBlood: The kid’ll be fine. 17:15 pm
Miss 18+: I wanna know where our new cute friend is! @GreenSprite 17:23 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: Oh yeahh! @GreenSprite 17:23 pm
Coffee: Leave them alone. They’re probably admiring All Might or something. 17:24 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: WELLL- He did make it rain Sho’ 17:24 pm
1KissIsAllItTakes: Or they could just be busy. They would’ve just got out of school an hour ago. @Coffee is right. 17:24 pm
Miss 18+: Boring 17:25 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: Yeah! 17:25 pm
1KissIsAllItTakes: What was that? 17:25 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: Nothing! Sorry! 17:25 pm
Miss 18+: Sorry! 17:25 pm
1KissIsAllItTakes: Better. 17:26 pm
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TheNextCatapiller is now online 21:12 pm
TheNextCatapiller: Hey, is this chat for chatting use or is it supposed to be professional? 21:12 pm
SecondPlace and LOUD&BRIGHT are now online 21:13pm
SecondPlace: Professional. 21:13 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: Chatting use!! 21:13 pm
TheNextCatapiller: Helpful. 21:14 pm
Coffee is now online 21:19 pm
Coffee: It isn’t professional but no one can leave. It was supposed to be professional but Nedzu added the wrong number and now we have a kid in the chat. 21:19 pm
TheNextCatapiller: Thanks. So the kid can’t leave? 21:20 pm
CultLeader: Nope! It is exciting though, you must agree. 21:20 pm
TheNextCatapiller: I guess? 21:20 pm
Coffee: I’m leaving. 21:22 pm
Coffee is now offline 21:22 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: sooooo do you just keep the chat open or sthm? 21:24 pm
CultLeader: Precisely. 21:24 pm
TheNextCatapiller: So where’s the kid? 21:25 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: we don’t know. @1KissISAllItTakes and @Coffee wont let us @ him :/ 21:25 pm
Coffee is now online 21:26 pm
Coffee: Don’t @ me either whilst you’re at it. I’m busy. 21:26 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: I’m literally looking at you! You’re tryna take a nap! 21:27 pm
Coffee: Exactly. Busy. 21:29 pm
Coffee is now offline 21:29 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: i know u can’t see because of ur sleeping bag but i’m rolling my eyes at u 21:30 pm
IWantToSuckYourBlood changed IWantToSuckYourBlood’s name to TheKING 21:42 pm
TheKing: I get the idea that he doesn’t care- 21:42 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: he should. :/ 21:43 pm
Miss 18+: Zashiiiii! Can I come over? I’m hungry and I cant be bothered to make food or buy ittt 21:43 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: Sho says i’m not allowed to invite people over without him knowing anymore, not since last time. 21:44 pm
TheNextCatapiller: what happened last time? 21:44pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: well- I invited like nem and tensei and stuff over and tensei brought his little brother over and then accidentally ruined Sho’s sleeping bag by spilling something on it
21:45 pm
TheNextCatapiller: ah, i see. 21:49pm
Coffee is now online 22:02 pm
Coffee: Don’t be lazy, make ur own food. Plus ur too loud to have over. 22:02 pm
Miss 18+: Pleaseeeeee!! 22:08 pm
Coffee: No. 22:09 pm
Coffee is now offline 22:10 pm
Miss 18+: Heyy >:( 22:10 pm
Miss 18+: Zashiiiiiii! Why don’t you come over insteaddd, you can cook for mee! 22:12 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: Sho says I’m not allowed. 22:14 pm
Miss 18+: ;( 22:14 pm
LOUD&BRIGHT: ;( 22:16 pm
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Miss 18+: Can we invite Tensei @CultLeader 23:37 pm
CultLeader is now online 23:37 pm
CultLeader: Sure! The more the merrier!! 23:38 pm
CultLeader added a new user.
+New chat user 07911084772
07911084772: Hello? 23:38 pm
07911084772: Whats this? 23:39 pm
Miss 18+: Hi tenseiii!! It’s me Nem and we’ve got like everybodyyyy in this chat so we added you! 23:39 pm
Miss 18+ changed chat user 07911084772’s name to Vroooom! 23:40 pm
Vroooom!: I see!! 23:40 pm
Vroooom!: I take it @coffee is Shota? 23:41 pm
Miss 18+: Yup! But no real names cus there is a stranger in the chat 23:41 pm
Coffee is online 23:42 pm
Coffee: Go to bed .23:42pm
Vroooom!: anyways, a stranger? Why? 23:43 pm
Miss 18+: Well it was an accident but now they cant leave so they’re stuck with us 23:43 pm
Miss 18+ But they haven’t been online since yesterday! 23:44 pm
Vrooom!: well now I have to see them! 23:44 pm
Coffee: why do I even bother, Don’t come complaining when you’re exhausted tomorrow. 23:45 pm
You are now reading new chats.
Greensprite: Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to not text! I just was busy and I didn’t want to bother anyone! 23:47 pm
Miss 18+: Awh! See how cute he is @Vroooom! 23:47 pm
Vroooom!: Yeah! Reminds me of when Tenya! 23:47 pm
Miss 18+: Awhh! 23:48 pm
Miss 18+: You aren’t bothering anyone little cutie! 23:48 pm
GreenSprite: Um, thank you? 23:48 pm
Miss 18+: You’re welcome!! 23:48 pm
Coffee: You all should be asleep. 23:49 pm
CultLeader: Now now, our new friend is online. I say we should talk to them. 23:49 pm
Coffee: Fine. Do as you wish. I’ve got work. 23:50 pm
GreenSprite: If I’m bothering you, I can go? I don’t want to upset anyone. I understand that it is getting quite late. I’m terribly sorry. I’ll go now. 23:50 pm
Coffee: No, it’s fine. 23:51 pm
GreenSprite: I honestly don’t mind. Have a good night everyone! 23:51 pm
GreenSprite is now offline 23:51 pm
Miss 18+: Hey! You scared him off Sho! I’m telling Zashi in the morning. 23:51 pm
Coffee: . 23:52 pm
Coffee is now offline. 23:52 pm
CultLeader is now offline. 23:52 pm
Vroooom!: Okayyy, well I’ve got to go, you know how it is. We’ll talk tomorrow. 23:54 pm
Vroooom! Is now offline. 23:54 pm
Miss 18+: Night! 23:54 pm
Miss 18+ Is now offline 23:50 pm
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The green-haired boy sighed. He chucked his phone on the opposite side of the bed and sat up to look out of the window. He always thought that the lights at night looked so pretty. What looked even prettier was when it was raining.
The rain was so beautiful.
The sounds were so relaxing.
It was so refreshing.
Midoriya Izuku loved the rain.
Who didn’t?
He was also one of the people who preferred the cool weather over the hot weather.
Who would enjoy the hot weather when it makes their burns sticky and irritable? Fuck Kacchan
The freckled boy could spend hours staring out of the window towards the lights and rain, it was one of his favourite things to do, after hero analysis, that always came first.
He rested his head against the window and closed his eyes, listening to the pitter-patter created by the rain. He could think about the burn on his shoulder from Kacchan this morning or he could think about the ache in his throat,
credit to the slime villain.
but he wouldn’t. He was okay. He was breathing. He was relaxed.
The boy slowly drifted off to sleep in the comfort of his room.
Chapter 4: G-g-g-GHOST!
Notes:
Trigger Warning.
Contains heavy angst and deep talk about a depressing topic.Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter Text
Aizawa-Coffee
Yamada-LOUD&BRIGHT
Nemuri-Miss18+
Vlad King-IWantToSuckYourBlood
Miruko-CarrotKicks
Endeavour-SecondPlace
Hawks- RedWings
Yagi-FirstPlaceBuff
Recovery Girl-1KissIsAllitTakes
Hound Dog-ISmellBullShit
PowerLoader-TheNextCatapiller
Snipe-BULLSEYE
Thirteen-Space=Big
Nedzu- CultLeader
Midoriya- GreenSprite
Sunlight poured in through the windows. The rain smashed against the window in a controlled pattern. It was going to be a cold day.
Midoriya woke up. He woke up freezing. He woke up in a terrible mood.
Don’t you have those days? Those days when you can’t bring yourself out of bed in caution of what you may face during the day? Those days when you pull the duvet over your body and have trouble parting with the comfort of it. Those days where you’re simply stuck. Stuck at the bottom of a deep dirt pit, there are branches every few feet, if you’re light enough you can climb out without breaking a branch but you’re not. You’re carrying a terrible weight. A weight that you can’t shift. No one can. It’s pointless. So instead of trying to climb the branches to freedom, you lay there. It’s big enough to lay there, curled up into a tight ball, staring up at the sky that you can barely make out through the top of the pit. The sky is always dark. It always raining. It makes the dirt pit muddy but that’s okay. You don’t need to be dry anyway. The mud gets everywhere but that’s alright, it might encourage you to finally clean your clothes or take a bath but you know it won’t. You’ve known that it won’t. You can just say that it will be alright and come up with an excuse as to why. You can do that because that is easier than saying the truth. You won’t clean your clothes or take a shower. You won’t brush your teeth or hair and you won’t attempt to climb out of the dark, muddy pit because you know the moment you put in the effort to do something, the effort will be ripped from your hands and shoved to the ground where everyone will stomp on it. Because that’s what they do. They stomp on your efforts. That’s what everyone does. No one cares, your despair is their happiness. Don’t you want to make people happy? Are you really that selfish? Can you not do anything for yourself? Or do you have to rely on other people all the time Izuku? Huh? Why have you gone quiet now?
A loud crash awakened the freckled teen from his dark pit. He looked around in a panic before taking a deep breath and standing up, wrapping a blanket around him as he looked at the time on his hologram bracelet, it read ‘09:13 am’.
‘Oh well,’ Izuku thought. ‘No school today I suppose.’
What was the point of school anyhow? People like Izuku didn’t belong there. People like Izuku didn’t belong anywhere. They belonged in the pit. They belonged six feet under, or at least that was what everyone else said.
Quirkless.
That was a funny word, wasn’t it?
That was what Izuku was. Quirkless.
Well, that was what everyone else thought. Ever since he was little he had seen things. Things no one else saw. He saw people, he saw them even when they weren’t there. He knew they weren’t there because no one else would bat an eye at them. Not when they wailed, not when they got angry, not even when they’d walk around covered in blood. The teen could interact with them but he usually didn’t. It normally leads to something bad happening. His mother wasn’t a big fan of him speaking to thin air which was part of the reason she wasn’t around anymore, though he couldn’t really complain as she still paid for all of the important things like household items, food, and rent. She even left a little money for him to spend, it wasn’t much at all but it was nice of her. Izuku thought it was nice of her.
He stopped interacting with them after he received the weird stares. He was quirkless after all so this was insane. He was insane. Well, he stopped interacting with most of them. He made a friend. A while ago, when he was four. His name was Oboro.
The bell rang. Izuku was officially out of school, well it was elementary but it was still tiring! Plus this was going to be an exciting day! He was having his favourite dinner, Katsudon! Izuku rushed outside and sat on the school step as he waited for his mum to pick him up. He watched the other children leave with their parents but he was still there, shouldn’t his mommy be there be there by now? He looked over as his teacher approached him. She smiled as she knelt down
“Hi Izuku! Who's picking you up today? Is it Mum? Should we give her a call?”
To Izuku those words meant, it’s late and now your mother is in trouble so he simply shook his head.
“Oh! Umm- no. Mummy isn’t picking me up today-” He lied through his teeth in order to protect his mother from this made-up scenario.
“Actually it’s ummmm old Nick! He’s our neighbour and actually, he’s right here! Bye, Miss!” He stated cheerfully and started to walk to a random car, going to the other side as he saw the woman walk back in. The four-year-old then ran as far as his little legs would take him back home. He needed to make sure his mummy was okay. As he was running through the alleyways he tripped over a stray cat. He couldn’t help but start crying, he looked back to the cat with tears filling his eyes, sniffling as he felt an apology was due.
“I sorry Mr Cat. I didn mean to fall on you. Forgive me?” The cat hissed and ran away. That made Izuku feel worse. He looked up to see a face staring back down at him. The man had sky-blue hair that reminded him of a cloud with eyes to match. He had a bandage on his nose. ‘Is he hurt?’ Izuku sat up, not bothering to look down at his throbbing knees.
“Umm, Mr? You’re hurt? I got more All Might bandages in my bag! Need a new one?”
The boy returned a confused look back. He stood up and looked around before pointing to himself “Me? You’re talking to me little one?”
Izuku nodded back to him “Yeah! I like your hair by the way! It looks so fluffy!”
The cloud boy sat next to Izuku “Hi little one. My name is Oboro Shirakumo, what’s yours?”
“Izuku Midoriya! What’s your quirk?”
“My quirk? It’s named Cloud! I can make clouds and change their density. The thing is I can only make a couple. You said you have a few All Might bandages in your bag. Why don’t you put them on your knees? They look a little hurt kiddo” Izuku looked to his knees which were covered in scraps and blood, he furrowed his eyebrows like he was making the decision of the year before applying the bandages.
“You didn’t think I speaking to you before, why?” Izuku asked, confused. The teen looked at the smaller boy with a small smile on his face, thinking how to phrase his sentence in a way that would allow the child to understand better.
“Um, well no one has been able to see me for a long time kid. How old are you? Do you know your way home?” Shirakumo asked, wanting to make sure the child was okay.
“Why has no one been able to see you? And I’m four! And I know the way home! Are you coming with me? We’re having Katsoudon! How old are you?” The smaller boy rambled, with a smile on his face.
“It’s complicated, and yeah I’ll come home with you. And I’m 17!”
Izuku smiled and nodded, getting up on his feet and leading the teen home.
They’d gotten along since that day like a big brother, little brother relationship.
Izuku made his way to the kitchen where the crash had come from. He looked to the floor at a glass that had been knocked to the ground, and then his eyes panned up to the ghost sitting on his countertop, red in the face. Did ghosts go red in the face? Were they supposed to? This one did.
“I didn’t mean to! Promise!” The blue-haired boy exclaimed in defence.
Izuku rolled his eyes “I told you not to move things, Ro’!” Sighing, he grabbed the brush and swept the glass up into a corner where he moved it into the bin safely. The freckled boy smiled softly at the other teen “Hey... I just want to relax in my room today, I can set the TV up for you but please keep it down.”
“Sure thing Izuku..” The ghost mumbled softly. He nodded and turned on the TV before going back to his room, going back to the pit.
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Oboro hated when Izuku got like this. He was no stranger to the boy's behaviour, how he’d leave himself out and shut himself off. But he couldn’t do anything but support him. It was frustrating. He wanted to tell someone for Izuku and help him but he couldn’t. He was just a ghost. He sighed and walked out the wall. He headed to Shouta’s and Hizashi’s house. He watched over them when Izuku wanted to be alone. Oboro was always hesitant to leave the green head but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. Sometimes he was just a ghost to the boy he considered his little brother. He loved his Sho and Zashi’, he loved them a lot. He liked to watch over them. Though most of the time they weren’t doing anything interesting. They normally did the paperwork, watched movies in English, ate and worked. That never stopped him from watching over his friends though. He wished he was still with them.
Chapter 5: A Pick Me Up Bring Me Down.
Summary:
TW
Heavy angst and talk about deep topics
Chapter Text
Aizawa-Coffee
Yamada-LOUD&BRIGHT
Nemuri-Miss18+
Vlad King-IWantToSuckYourBlood
Miruko-CarrotKicks
Endeavour-SecondPlace
Hawks- RedWings
Yagi-FirstPlaceBuff
Recovery Girl-1KissIsAllitTakes
Hound Dog-ISmellBullShit
PowerLoader-TheNextCatapiller
Snipe-BULLSEYE
Thirteen-Space=Big
Nedzu- CultLeader
Midoriya- GreenSprite
It was a new day. It was finally a new day. Everything felt the same lately but now, right now, it was a new day. Maybe he couldn’t climb out of the pit just yet but he could put in the effort to make it to school today, he would put in the effort to make breakfast, wash his clothes, go for a shower, get changed and brush his teeth. Those six simple tasks were much more complicated to him. It took a lot more effort than he would’ve liked. This is why he had to break it down like you would blend food for a baby so they could eat it easier, Izuku had to blend down his tasks into simpler ones, to make it easier for him to do them. He had a system.
Put your clothes in the wash.
He did this first as if your clothes were clean it’d motivate you to go for a shower or the first task was for nothing.
Eat your Breakfast
If he did this now, there was a less likely chance that he would get food on him and have to take a shower all over again.
Go for a Shower
Having a shower at this stage meant that the clothes would be clean by the time he got out, and he’d be all clean.
Brush His Teeth
This would make sure that he would be fully clean by this stage. Finding the effort to do this was difficult but that was okay, he would do it anyway.
Get Dressed
This step was easier when he had school as he didn’t have to think about what he put on. However, the outfits could be quite uncomfortable at times which made it hard but that was okay, he’d just throw his ruined grey hoodie over it. He always did. He always got in trouble but he’d get into trouble either way. He was quirkless.
Go to school.
By god, this was the hardest task to complete. Going to school would be fine if it wasn’t for his peers and teachers. He enjoyed learning, almost as much as inventing. He took a few online courses and graduated from them but he didn't want the police poking around because he hadn’t been attending physical school. His mother would have to make a few calls for him but he knew she wouldn’t.
He arrived at school. He put in his earbuds. He made these ones a while ago. Whilst wearing them, you wouldn’t be able to tell he was wearing or listening to anything. He walked to the class as Pretend by Alex G started to play through his ears. A smooth melody to allow him to float through the day. Alex G was a great singer, he had a way with the lyrics he sang. It brought him to peace. It was soothing.
The boy stared out the window, not paying attention to what was being said. When the bell rang for lunch he walked to detention, he always had detention. He had detention because he was quirkless. He used this time to start designing a new invention, one to get him into the UA. He would rather go through the support course rather than the hero course now. He didn’t want to be a hero if heroes were like All Might and Kacchan.
Getting into UA would be an achievement.
Getting into UA would make for a better life.
Getting into UA meant that everything would be different.
Izuku smiled at his new design, he called it the lens.
The lens was a pair of glasses which one put on a person, would read the information of other people from their government files. The only problem was that he’d have to get access to government files but that should be fine. He was going to be fine. The glasses would allow the user to see holographic text which contains the person he was staring at’s full name, description, age, quirk, height, weight, 3 strengths and 3 weaknesses. The name, age, height, weight and quirk would come from the government files and the rest would come from the analyses the device would produce. This would help heroes identify villains. The only problem with them was that they weren’t very practical for fights. Perhaps he would be able to make them into contact lenses but if he did that he’d need a way to keep them moisturised whilst inside the eyes to make for maximum comfort. If it was uncomfortable, it was less likely to be used.
The bell howled to signify his next class. The next song that played was, No Surprises by Radiohead. This song made his heart feel heavy. Like the weight increased. Despite that, he enjoyed this song because even though it made him feel heavy it also provided him a way to release some of that weight. Crying. Crying made him feel lighter. However, he couldn’t afford to cry in front of everything so as much pain as it brought him, he skipped the song to Twin Sized Mattress. He’d listen to No Surprises twice when he got home to make up for it. He’d feel better about it then.
The rest of the day was a blur, he didn’t feel like he was really there. He felt like he was back in the pit. Though he had music this time. It was nicer with music. His body was moving but his mind stayed where it was. Eventually, he made it back home. He had already applied for UA’s support course which meant that all he had to do now was send in the Lens design. He would prefer to keep the design safe at home but he wouldn’t mind sending it to UA. UA would be careful with it, right? He wouldn’t have to make a new project? He could hope.
Izuku was home once he was back with himself.
Oboro was gone but that was alright, he needed to have time to himself as well.
He sat back in his bed with a small smile as he played No Surprises by Radiohead and allowed himself to let go of some of that weight that dragged him down.
After the song finished for the second time he found himself with enough motivation to finally change out of his uniform. He changed into a simple hoodie and joggers, it was comfortable. It was nice. He’d send in the designs tomorrow. Right now he wanted to sit in the bottom of the pit. There wasn’t much else to do and he was good at sitting at the bottom of the pit.
No one could tell him off at the bottom of the pit.
No one could harm him at the bottom of the pit.
No one could reach him at the bottom of his cold, dark pit.
Chapter 6: The Similarities Between The Couch and The Pit
Notes:
TW
heavy angst and depressional topics
Panic Attack
Mention of vomit
Chapter Text
Aizawa-Coffee
Yamada-LOUD&BRIGHT
Nemuri-Miss18+
Vlad King-IWantToSuckYourBlood
Miruko-CarrotKicks
Endeavour-SecondPlace
Hawks- RedWings
Yagi-FirstPlaceBuff
Recovery Girl-1KissIsAllitTakes
Hound Dog-ISmellBullShit
PowerLoader-TheNextCatapiller
Snipe-BULLSEYE
Thirteen-Space=Big
Nedzu- CultLeader
Midoriya- GreenSprite
The beeping got repetitive.
Beep.
The sound was short and quick yet it pierced his ears. Listening to it felt like a chore, it weighed him down. He wanted to curl up and cry. The sound made him want to curl up and cry. He had no effort to get up and turn it off but he couldn’t sit still and listen to the continuous beeping.
Beep.
The freckled teen let tears roll down his face, coughing a little as more rolled down. Suddenly he realised that he couldn’t remember how to breathe. Gasping and gaping, he reached up and grabbed his throat, hoping for any reaction, to catch air, to remember how to breathe. The boy let out choked sobs to go along with his uneven breathing patterns.
It felt like something was crawling up his throat. He needed out. He needed these to stop. Beep.
The boy shot up, looking around frantically, for something, anything! He needed out. Please let him out.
beep
Beep.
BEEP.
The teen vomited up yesterday’s breakfast all over his bed. He started to squeeze his throat and pull at his hair. He needed to leave.
Beep.
Black dots started to appear, fogging up his eyes. He let out his final sobs as everything fell dark.
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Once the teen boy awoke again the beeping had stopped. He looked around the room before letting out a hefty sigh before breathing in the smell of vomit. After gagging a few times he got up and opened the window, removing his clothes and taking the sheets off of his bedding. He swiftly moved it all into the washing machine, turning it on with some scent pods in. He needed to get rid of all the vile smell in the fabrics.
He walked to the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror.
He had dark bags under his eyes, a pale tone to his skin and dried tear stains on his cheeks. He looked so different. He looked dead.
He spat in the sink and used the toilet before washing his hands. He couldn’t be bothered to, but he didn’t want to be gross. He opened the bathroom door and walked out, grabbing his favourite blanket, it was a cream-white. The blanket was fluffy and he loved it. He wrapped himself up tightly in the comfort item and headed to the couch. On the couch, it was less comfortable. In spite of that, it always felt like it was a treat when he would lay on it. He got himself comfortable and soothed into the feeling of being safe.
The safety didn’t last long though.
He felt himself slipping into the crack of the couch. He couldn’t stop it, he had no effort to. He felt as if he was falling. He was always falling. He felt so nauseous. Like nothing was real. Was it real? Was anything real? What was the definition of real? He felt the tears roll out of his eyes again. It was like he did the same thing every day.
Why was it so damn repetitive.
When would it stop?
It was the same every day.
He hated it. He hatedit
Just then everything stopped as a hand waved over his face.
“Earth to Izuku!”
The boy looked up at his saviour.
“Ro?.. Can I have a hug?”
“Sure Izuku.. Sure..”
Oboro Shirakumo may have been a ghost but Izuku and him could make physical contact, so like two people with touch starvation, they normally clung to one another.
The older boy hugged Izuku tightly, the embrace was soon returned with the younger silently sobbing into his chest.
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After about twenty minutes Oboro let go of him
“Would you like to talk about it Izu?”
The younger replied with a usual shake of his head, which made the elder sigh softly.
“You should talk to someone Izuku. It’s not good to bottle it up..”
Nonetheless, it was met with a soft shake of Izuku’s head.
“Wanna watch a movie together? We can order food or a smoothie if you’re not feeling quite up to chewing and stuff?”
Midoriya took in a deep breath before thinking about his answer.
“I’d like that... I want a strawberry and banana smoothie…”
The green-haired boy finally replied, turning on his phone and typing on what he thought was Safari to get a delivery website up.
Luck was never quite in his favour though.
GreenSprite is now online
GreenSprite: deliveroo.co.uk strawberry and banana smoothie.
Coffee is online
Coffee: You alright @GreenSprite? I’m sorry for the other day, I didn’t mean to upset you.
GreenSprite: Oh! Oh, don’t worry about it! Sorry, I needed a smoothie and I thought this was safari. I wasn’t offended or upset. I just wanted to respect boundaries!
LOUD&BRIGHTis now online
LOUD&BRIGHT: Heyy Greenie, how are ya’?
GreenSprite: I’m- I’m working on feeling better but I must go as my friend is giving me the eyes. He’s tryna cheer me up and I’m just on my phone- Oh. Now he’s reading the messages over my shoulder. Now he’s smiling like an idiot. Now he’s trying to hit me with a pillow. Oh. Now hejfnr nvvpfnnr
Coffee: Is everything okay?
LOUD&BRIGHT: You okay little listener?
GreenSprite: Friend here, he isn’t okay, but I’m getting him to have a smoothie and watch a movie with me so hush hush until it’s over please and thank you.
GreenSprite: I’m so sorry about him!! I’ll talk later, bye!
LOUD&BRIGHT: Oh, have fun little listener!
Coffee: Stay Safe.
GreenSprite is now Offline
The younger orders a smoothie and puts on Maid. He knew it wasn’t a movie, that it was a series but also just didn’t care. He loved the series. Much like he loved SuperStore and A.P Bio. He loved binge-watching different things, it made him happy, and it made him feel safe.
After a while, the smoothie arrived which led to Izuku drinking it whilst leaning on Oboro and watching Maid.
He could breathe here.
He could breathe.
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Chapter 7: 1,2,3 Breathe with me!
Notes:
TW
Mentions of vomit
Panic Attack
Angst
I'm writing these chapters at lightning speed! Which is why if you see a mistake I'm sorry :( I'll correct it when I find them, or you can just let me know if you spot one! I ain't got anyone to proof-read my work B4 I post them x
Chapter Text
Aizawa-Coffee
Yamada-LOUD&BRIGHT
Nemuri-Miss18+
Vlad King-IWantToSuckYourBlood
Miruko-CarrotKicks
Endeavour-SecondPlace
Hawks- RedWings
Yagi-FirstPlaceBuff
Recovery Girl-1KissIsAllitTakes
Hound Dog-ISmellBullShit
PowerLoader-TheNextCatapiller
Snipe-BULLSEYE
Thirteen-Space=Big
Nedzu- CultLeader
Midoriya- GreenSprite
Have you ever felt like flesh before? As if you are rotting somewhere far away? Like you’re a bunch of flesh on a racket of bones?
Have you ever felt so tired that every move you make feels like one big chore?
Midoriya felt like that often.
Sometimes it felt as if someone had carved him like a pumpkin. First, they cut his stem off in order to carve his organs out. They cut off his confidence and strive to do better and carved out anything that could've helped him fight back. Then they drew on him, made faces on him. They wanted their work to be perfect. Their work was Izuku. After that, they’d cut the perfect face on him. Made him ‘perfect’. Then they put his stem back on. Why did they bother? Was it just for decoration? They had already gotten rid of any unique ability that he owned. On top of that, pumpkins are only good for making pumpkin pie or being sat outside a house on Halloween, waiting to be crushed or go mouldy.
Izuku was already mouldy. He was rotting.
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When Midoriya woke up the series had stopped with the ‘Are you still watching’ options on the screen. He found it a little dumb. If he wasn't watching, he wouldn't have seen the screen. Oboro was still there. He promised he wouldn't leave and he didn't. That was nice of him. Oboro was nice.
It took an hour of convincing himself but he finally stood, his legs trembled in consequence. He felt so weak. It was so frustrating.
The boy stretched and walked to the bathroom, he looked at the shower and looked at the sink. Was following basic hygiene practices worth it? People didn't exactly enjoy his presence, what if he smelt bad then people may stop going near him. He didn't want that. He still couldn't quite bring himself to go for a shower though so he brushed his teeth and splashed his face with some cold water. That would do the trick for now. Nothing was going to get better if he didn't try. He needed it to get better. He needed to get into UA.
He looked in the mirror and put on his best smile for himself. It was good.
The teen eventually walked out of the bathroom looking at the rather large stack of dirty clothes. He then looked toward the washing machine that had stopped spinning the vomit-infested sheets. He sat in front of the machine and pulled the door open, taking out the now-clean fabrics and putting them in the dryer. Then grabbed a pile of dirty clothes and filled the washing machine once again. He put both machines on and looked at the decreased stack of dirty clothes. It would probably take another wash cycle. However, if he didn't do it now, he’d probably never do it. So with a heavy sigh, he piled the last of the dirty clothes into a bag.
The ghost had been watching him the whole time with a smile on his face. Izuku was glad he was happy, though he didn't really understand what he was so happy about.
The freckled teen lifted up the bag and turned to the ghost with a serious look.
“Ro’, I'm going to the laundromat. Don't do anything stupid mkay? I'll be back in an hour.”
The ghost scoffed
“Me? Do anything stupid? Never! Why I am the best-behaved ghost in the whole entire world!”
Izuku shot him a soft smile
“Yeah... I know. I won't be long.”
The ghost waved as Izuku left the apartment with the supplies and clothes.
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The freckled teen arrived at the laundromat half an hour later. He paid for the machine and stuck in the dirty clothes. He added the soap and put the cycle on before sitting down on a chair. The building was quite empty. The elderly lady at the desk, kitting with some yellow wool. There was a man with black hair and a goatee. The man he was closest to though had blonde hair and green eyes, and a little moustache too. He wore his long hair up in a ponytail. His outfit was very loud but it suited him. He looked nice.
He must've been staring for too long though as the man looked up at him and shot him a comforting smile.
The teen went bright red and forced his head to look down, playing with his hand, twisting and pulling them into one another. His heart pounding in his chest as if to escape from the situation. His breathing became uneven once again. He felt the tears roll from his eyes onto his hands as he focused on trying to steady himself.
‘This was a bad idea.’
‘I wish I never came here.’
‘I wish-’
“-are you okay lil’ listener?”
The voice broke his panic. His head lifted to face the blonde man who frowned and moved closer.
“I'm going to take your hands okay? It’s okay..”
The man mumbled softly before gently grabbing the twisted hands and pulling them away from each other, holding them so they wouldn't intertwine once again.
“Okay… it's okay. You're doing well. Just breathe. Yeah? Wanna breathe with me? We are going to breathe in”
The man breathed in to show the younger one what to do. Once he had seen the boy copy him he moved on to the next part.
“And now we’re going to breathe out”
He let out a long breath to once again show the littler one what to do. The younger happily obliged. They sat there, doing the same activity for a while until the green-haired boy could do it by himself. The older man decided to speak up again.
“Are you alright? Do you need anything?”
The boy sniffled and shook his head, he did however lean towards the man’s chest, laying his head comfortly on it. The only other person who had helped him out before was Oboro which had confused Izuku. It wasn't that the man smelt nice or anything because that would’ve been weird, right? Izuku felt sleepy, he felt safe. Right now he wasn't in the pit. He wasn't on the couch. He was here. Albeit, he didn't exactly know where here was, it was okay. He was only going to close his eyes for fifteen minutes.
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Yamada didn't exactly know what to do. The kid had just had a panic attack and now he was asleep on him. This wouldn't be so bad if his cycle wasn't nearly finished. The kid looked sound asleep and he didn't want to wake him up if he was going to panic again. So he did what everyone did when they didn't know what to do. He texted their partners. Except he knew Shouta wouldn't reply if he texted him about his because he'd find it hilarious. So instead he texted a group of his friends. Shouta would most likely still make fun of him but maybe someone could help.
LOUD&BRIGHT is now online
LOUD&BRIGHT: guyssss! Help. I'm at the laundromat and this kid just had a panic attack and now he's asleep on me.
Coffee and two others are now online
Miss 18+: it’s always u zashi
Coffee: how old is the kid? Anything you reckon we should look into?
LOUD&BRIGHT: He looks like a teen maybe 13-15 years and I'm not too sure, one second he was staring at me, I looked up at him and the next he was having a panic attack.
CultLeader: Does he seem hurt?
LOUD&BRIGHT: perhaps a little underweight but not hurt-
Coffee: Want me to come down? We can keep the kid in the apartment until he wakes up? Unless he wakes up before then?
LOUD&BRIGHT: Yeah, please sho.
Coffee: I’ll be right down, okay?
LOUD&BRIGHT and 3 others are now offline
It took five minutes for Shouta to make it down. He smiled slightly at the sight of his husband cradling the teen. He walked over and sat in the seat next to them before speaking.
“Do you want to carry the kid up or do you want to grab our laundry?”
The blonde looked up “I'll take the kid up but can you grab him too? It's in machine 6.”
The dark-haired man nodded and relaxed into the seat as he saw his husband carry the kid out and towards their apartment building
Chapter 8: A Fly In A Web
Notes:
Guess what! It's another chapterr<3
Chapter Text
Aizawa-Coffee
Yamada-LOUD&BRIGHT
Nemuri-Miss18+
Vlad King-IWantToSuckYourBlood
Miruko-CarrotKicks
Endeavour-SecondPlace
Hawks- RedWings
Yagi-FirstPlaceBuff
Recovery Girl-1KissIsAllitTakes
Hound Dog-ISmellBullShit
PowerLoader-TheNextCatapiller
Snipe-BULLSEYE
Thirteen-Space=Big
Nedzu- CultLeader
Midoriya- GreenSprite
Caught like a fly in a web, Midoriya needs to leave and he has to do it before the two pros notice something is wrong.
Yamada arrived with the boy in his arms and lay him on the couch with a blanket over him to keep him snug and warm. He began brewing a coffee and a cup of tea. The teen looked so peaceful. The blonde had always wanted a child to care for and he knew that the boy on his couch wouldn’t be him but that didn’t mean that he didn’t feel a great deal of affection towards the boy. He was great with kids. Not only was he a limelight hero and a radio show host but he was a teacher as well. He knew how kids worked, and how they felt about things. Albeit, no two kids were the same no matter their similarities, Hizashi had a way with them.
Name? Hizashi Yamada
Alias? Present Mic
Quirk? Voice
The green-haired boy stirred on the couch, shifting into a more comfortable position for himself.
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It took a twenty-minute wait but Shouta arrived back with the boy’s clothes and their own laundry. He looked toward his husband, who sat by the kitchen table, looking toward the boy who was asleep on the couch. Shouta set down the bag of the boy’s clothes near the entrance door and set their own clothes down in their bedroom before sitting next to Hizashi and drinking the coffee he made for him. The dark-headed man made the mistake of looking at his lover’s face which was morphed into a soft smile. He sighed and held the bridge of his nose.
“Zash-”
“But Shoutaaa! I want a kid. I promise that we can look after it between us! Plus you got your cats, so why can’t I have a kid? Please?”
“Cats and children are very different Zashi’ plus that kid probably has a home, and some nice parents that are waiting for him.”
“You don’t know that, and he’s got green eyes and his hair is fluffy and green and he has adorable freckles and he’s just so cute, please?”
“Zashi’... You don’t know the kid. The kid doesn’t know us. Plus he probably has a loving family and good friends. We can’t just kidnap children. Sorry but unless we have to, we are not adopting the kid.”
The blonde man slumped and looked toward the teen, a soft smile once again appeared on his face.
“I know that.. I know..” The blonde sighed and rubbed his eyes, feeling an arm wrap around his shoulders. Shouta rocked them back and forth a little to soothe his partner. He adored this man but he wasn’t being logical.
Name? Shouta Aizawa
Alias? Eraserhead
Quirk? Erasure
Aizawa would be lying if he said that something wasn’t fishy about this situation. Earlier, when he had been taking the boy’s clothes out of the dryer and placing them into a bag he noticed that there weren’t any clothes big enough for an adult to wear. They just seemed to be clothes for the teen, which by itself wasn’t too worrying. There could be multiple logical explanations for that like only doing his own laundry, having more clothes in the wash or something like his parents were the same size as him? That much wasn’t too big of a deal. It could easily be excused but the kid wasn’t looking too great. He seemed underweight, exhausted and ill. He sighed, perhaps he could question the boy or walk him home once he woke up so that he could have a conversation with his parents. He didn’t want to intrude but it felt as if something was yanking him to investigate. Something felt off. Shouta normally trusted his instincts, he normally trusted them as they were normally right.
He took a deep breath before pulling away from the blonde.
“Though I don’t think we should jump to conclusions, something feels off about this.. There were no clothes for an adult in his washing load. He also looks quite underweight and a little sick.”
Hizashi looked towards the man as he spoke, nodding as he processed the information. Once he finished, the green-eyed adult deemed that it was safe to add his input on the situation.
“That is worrying Sho.. Perhaps we can speak to him or his parents as he wakes up?”
The other male nodded toward him as his eyes shifted back onto the sleeping boy, he couldn’t help but wonder what he was dreaming about.
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No more than three and a half hours passed when Midoriya had finally awoken. He stretched his arms and relaxed into the pillow. He couldn’t be bothered to open his eyes just yet. The couch felt different. It felt more stiff. That was probably his back.
Wasn’t he just at the laundromat? Why is he back on his couch? Why can he smell food? Oboro can’t cook.
His eyes shot open, darting around the room in a fierce but panicked glare. This wasn’t his house. Where was he? He needed to leave, now.
He scrambled to his feet and headed toward his bag, which he had used to bring his clothes into the laundromat, he picked up the bag and held it to his chest, relieved to find it was full of his clothes. At least he had his clothes with him, where ever he was.
Just as Izuku had spotted the door, a voice called out from some direction behind him.
“Heya kiddo, don’t cha wanna stay for tea? We are having an American meal: Hamburgers. I know this may be scary but I can explain. I’m Present Mic. I can show you my hero license if you would like? You fell asleep on me back there and I didn’t know what else to do-”
Izuku studied the man, slowing down a little as he tried to recognise him. He looked different out of his hero costume. Nonetheless, Izuku shook his head before looking between the door and the man before another male walked in from a different room. He looked at Izuku before looking at the hero. With a small sigh, he walked closer to the teen.
“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to but I’d like it if one of us walked you back to your house to speak to one if not both of your parents. I can assure you we’re both heroes and we just want to make sure you are okay at home, would that be alright?”
Izuku thought about it before clearing his throat.
“Um.. you can’t.. It’s no one home apart from my friend and I. My parents are on a business trip and won’t be back for a week or so but they’ve left me with food and money! I just- umm I forgot how to use the washer at home and sometimes I get all jumpy so I’m sorry if I made you feel as if something was happening but nothing is! Nothing is happening! Nothing is wrong! Which means you guys don’t have to waste your time on me.” He rambled, trying to steer the conversation away from the home topic,
The two adults exchanged looks before the dark-eyed man looked toward him again. “I’m sorry but we have to have a discussion with one of them before we let you go. However, if you aren’t comfortable with us, we can’t legally make you stay but we can legally take you down to the police station to investigate a few things. You won’t be in trouble during this process, we just need to know if you need help or anything like that. You don’t have to be afraid to reach out if you do. You are not in trouble” The man spoke softly, trying to show the child the lack of danger.
Izuku looked down, tears rolling from his eyes and onto his bag. He took a deep breath before speaking in a small voice. “Y-you won’t be able to reach them. Dad has been gone since I turned four and Mum stopped coming by a while ago but she sends in money and she pays for all the bills still so it’s not that big of a deal, right? You don’t need to involve anyone. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” Izuku splurted it out, like word vomit.
The blonde-haired man’s eyes softened as he slowly started to take a few steps forward. Izuku’d legs felt weak, he couldn’t decide whether or not he was getting heavier or lighter and he didn’t like that. He dropped the bag of clothes to the floor as the voice hero wrapped him in a hug. Letting out a choked sob, the teen hugged back. A few seconds had passed when he felt a hand rub his upper back.
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The rest of that evening was spent cuddling and crying.
Chapter 9: Smiley Faced Pancakes
Chapter Text
Aizawa-Coffee
Yamada-LOUD&BRIGHT
Nemuri-Miss18+
Vlad King-IWantToSuckYourBlood
Miruko-CarrotKicks
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It wasn’t as cold the morning after. Izuku found it warm even, a comforting warmth. There was a sore feeling lingering around his eyes and in his throat. Had he been crying last night? The last few things he remembered were walking to the laundromat and then waking up at someone’s house- Midoriya shot up and immediately studied his surroundings. This wasn’t his house. The previous night’s events crowded his head, leaving no room for any other thoughts to wander in. God, how could he be so stupid? Did he really have to tell these two pro heroes everything, didn't he? Now he was going to get into trouble. He always got into trouble. How was he supposed to weave himself out of this one? The answer was that he couldn’t. Now he was going to have to go into the foster care system. You really screwed this one up huh? Gosh DEKU Izuku, You just fuck everything up, don’t you?. You’re just a fuck up. You’re-
“Kiddo?.. Are you okay?”
Izuku didn’t look up as the voice broke him away from his previous thoughts, his head flooding with new ones. The voice felt warm and comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s day. The voice sounded like one of those ASMR videos you’d put on YouTube just to stop yourself from going insane at the rest of the background noise like clocks ticking and cars passing. The voice was the kind of voice you could listen to for hours on end without getting bored, or like a lifeline, you’d cling to it and beg for it to make everything better.
“Kid?”
This time, the boy looked up to see black eyes looking back down at him. The man in front of him had black hair and deep eyes. The teen recognised him from last night. He was one of the adults who fed him and watched a movie with him until he cried himself to sleep on the other blonde adult- Present Mic. Izuku stared at the pro hero for a while, studying him, trying to pinpoint what hero he was. Apparently, he must’ve been staring a bit too long as the hero sighed and relaxed a little, pulling a warm blanket back over the both of them.
“If you want to talk, I’m here to listen but if you don’t then that’s fine. Zashi will be asleep for a little while longer but when he wakes up we can start to sort things out. I apologise but as a hero, I have to inform you that we aren’t letting you go back to your house without a parent or carer present there. We will have to report it to the police as neglect and maybe a few other things. So you’re going to need to stay some-place but we’ll figure it out. I promise we won’t fail you.”
Tears swelled in the teen’s eyes. No one had cared for him like that before, well no one except Oboro. Oh! He forgot about Oboro! He must be worried sick! or he doesn’t care.
Of course, Oboro cares. Oboro does nothing but care. How much has he really let himself slip to believe that Oboro of all people won’t care about him if he goes missing? Sure, Izuku can talk too much or get quite emotional easily but Oboro? Oboro can calm him down after a bad day. He always puts in the effort to make sure that Izuku is doing his best because Oboro Shirakumo is a caring person. In fact, he is the most caring person Izuku has had in his corner. If Oboro hadn’t died a 17-year-old then maybe the greenette might have seen him as a father figure but because he looks so young and still is quite playful (and he isn’t a grandpa) Izuku sees him as an older brother.
Before the teen knew it, there was a hand rubbing his back in circular motions, soothing him and releasing a built-up tension in that area. When he had looked up at the black-haired man and found that he was still in front of him he turned around almost immediately to see Present Mic there with a tired smile.
“Heya lil’ listener.. Don’t freak out just yet, yeah? Let us get some breakfast and something to drink and then we will head down to the station to talk to an officer. That may sound scary but I assure you we know the nicest detective ever and he would never do anything you were uncomfortable with. Sound like a plan?”
Izuku brought himself to nod, calming himself down a little as he took a deep breath. The worst that could happen is that he gets placed with an abusive family and it wasn’t exactly like he was a stranger to abuse plus Oboro would be there to watch over him and make sure he stays safe.
Although he wasn’t actually quirkless, having a quirk that allowed him to see and physically interact with ghosts did not make him special. In fact, it made him a liar. It made him a faker. People used to tell him that he should’ve just told everyone that he was quirkless straight out because that was better than straight-up lying to people. In any case people found his quirk weird but to Izuku, there was a feeling surrounding the quirk that he couldn’t quite shift just yet. It felt like there was more for him to discover about it, more for him to see. There was a sensation that screamed at him every time he wandered near a ghost and yet the teen could never figure it out. In hindsight, it was probably nothing but it gave the freckled boy hope.
Hope for a better future
Hope for a better him
Hope for becoming a hero
Midoriya was once again brought back to his senses by a sweet smell. He looked around to find himself now alone on the couch so he got up and walked towards the smell. He didn't feel like sitting down at the moment. The couch here was comfortable but it wasn’t the couch at home. Plus, it felt a little rude to relax on the couch if the adults weren’t okay with it.
The smell had been banana pancakes. The blonde adult was the one making banana pancakes, whilst the other adult was looking at some papers on the table with a slight scowl. Midoriya couldn’t help but wonder if this was what a loving relationship looked like, he could tell they were married because of the matching rings on their fingers and a picture of the wedding in the longue. When he was little his parents would argue all the time before his dad left, the teen thought it was normal for the longest time but he was wrong, or at least that was what a kid in their year said before he was known as a quirkless deku.
Three plates of pancakes were moved onto the table as the oven had been turned off. Three glasses of water had followed suit as well as three forks and three knives. The black-haired pro hero moved the papers out of the way as the blonde ushered the teen to sit in front of one of the plates.
The top of the pancake stared back at him. Literally. With the banana eyes and the strawberry nose, mint leaf fair and the maple syrup mouth, a smiley face pancake looked at him. The pancake pulled at his face until it morphed into a smile from just staring at it. Today was going to be a good day.
The two adults had already started to eat theirs, the blonde with a similar smile to his own.
“I don’t think we all introduced ourselves properly. My name is Shouta Aizawa and the loud idiot is my husband Hizashi Yamada. We chose to keep our own last names because of being a pro hero and the media consequences. You can just call me Aizawa and my husband Yamada though. What’s your name?” Aizawa asked, ignoring the squawk of offence let out by his husband. Izuku looked up from staring at his pancakes, before looking back down to start cutting them up into neat bitesizes.
“Izuku Midoriya. You can call me by either name though..” Izuku didn’t always feel like a Midoriya which is why he didn’t mind but he didn’t want to make the adults uncomfortable by making them call him by his first name. He stabbed a bit of pancake with his fork and ate it.
The pancake was so good, in fact he doesn’t think he has ever had something that lives up to this. That one bite was all it took before the teen started to shove the food into his mouth which earned a chuckle from Yamadan-san and a smirk from Aizawa-san.
“Woahh, calm down kid, I know I cook amazingly but it ain't magical, it can’t grow legs an’ run away so slow down yeah?” The blonde man grinned as Izuku’s face went red. He stopped shoveling the food into his mouth but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He’d be the happiest person alive if he could eat this every day for the rest of his life.
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After they had finished and cleaned up from the meal, they all got changed and headed out of the apartment and to the car. They were going to the station. Bye-bye happiness, hello foster family…
Chapter 10: Do Detectives Actually Dress Like That?
Notes:
Sorry about the late update, I was honestly giving up.
Also, I apologise once again as this isn't really the chatfic it was described as, it's a lot of effort to write like that so although the chatfic elements still may be used it won't be the main theme of the fic. So if you're just waiting for that then I'm sorry x
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The drive to the station should’ve only taken half an hour maximum but due to traffic and road closures that time doubled. In spite of that, the drive felt even longer for Izuku. He sat in the back, behind the passenger seat and diagonal to the driver’s. Before they had gotten into the car there was an ‘argument’ about who got to drive, Aizawa had reigned victorious as apparently Yamada drove terribly, Aizawa had said that he drove like a wounded deer walked. The blonde hero had been upset over the argument for an entirety of five minutes before realising that he could control the aux in the passenger seat.
The heating had been put on in the car as the days were growing colder, also Aizawa had apparently enjoyed the warmth. According to Yamada, he’d rather die in a fiery inferno before freezing to death. Izuku had thought that they both sounded like they’d hurt a lot. Although he wouldn’t say it out loud as he didn’t want to upset anyone because of his opinions, he preferred when it was slightly colder, not freezing to death cold but when it was colder, it was easier to warm up. The number of blankets that Oboro would wrap around him made him feel safe plus Izuku and Oboro had a planned day for when the weather grew shitty, but that was gone now. As soon as he mentioned his living situation to the heroes the other night, that privilege was ripped from him. No adult would want him to be talking to ghosts.
Hizashi’s taste in music was all over the place. Most of it was English songs but luckily for Izuku, he was quite good with the subject. Although he never paid attention to it in school, he enjoyed learning new things from the safety of his home. English was a language he learned quickly because he needed it for the blueprints in his inventions.
The car itself was immaculate, it smelt like vanilla ice cream. The teen was obsessed with it. If he had a car when he grew up then he would want that air freshener.
It barely took ten minutes of driving before the windows had started to steam up and now Midoriya wanted nothing more than to draw a pattern into the steam. He found it satisfying when he would do it on the mirror, after a shower at home. The teen didn’t touch the glass though, he didn't want to be disrespectful and make them clean the mirrors because he had wanted to draw a pattern. Izuku would just have to save the right to draw on the car window for when he acquired his own car.
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They arrived at the station eventually. Aizawa grumbled about the long drive which made Yamada laugh and Izuku feel a little guilty. Although he wished that time would just stop, so that he could go home and forget about this mess, he knew deep down that there was no real place to run from it. He had to face his problems. It couldn’t be too bad right? People only adopted or fostered children they liked and no one liked Izuku. He’d just end up living in a home until he turned 18 and then they’d let him go. Simple. Perhaps when they would inevitably learn about his quirk status, they’d kick him out immediately.
It was Yamada who opened the door to the station, letting Izuku go first, followed by Aizawa and finally himself, shutting the door behind them.
Then, It was Aizawa who walked up to the reception desk and talked to the person sitting there, which resulted in them sitting in a waiting area.
Midoriya swiftly made a habit of bouncing his leg up and down in an attempt to release his pent-up anxiety before he met with the detective. That is what Yamada said, right? They were going to meet a detective? Why a detective? No one was missing, they didn’t need a Sherlock Holmes on the case. Well, that might be because there was no case. Right?
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As the teen lost himself in the thoughts which circled his head, Shouta and Hizashi were having a hushed conversation between themselves.
“He looked so upset on the ride over Sho-”
Aizawa nodded “So you’ve said. This is probably scary for him. He admitted to being abandoned by his parents and living with a friend#, whom by the way we should also check on. Neither of them are old enough to be left to their devices. Plus, he may not want us to help him Zash’ It’s just a difficult situation.” The black-haired man sighed as his husband grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the kid, he saw how happy he made Hizashi and himself but the kid had been hurt and although he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he was a little scared. He’s scared that he’s fuck it up for the child. It was actually a little funny, although he had been teaching teenagers for just over 7 years now, he wouldn’t know the first step to actually fully looking after one. That was what Zashi was for.
“Please reconsider taking him in. You and I would be great dads! I can cook and clean and no matter what you’re thinking, you’re really good at caring for children. And-”
“Fine. If the kid wants us to foster him and Nedzu can agree to cut our work for a few days when we get him, we can. So long as you prioritize the kid’s opinion first, I think it would be good. A little rocky at the start but good.” Shouta rubbed his husband’s wedding ring with a small smile. This may just work. Just him, Zashi’, Izuku and the cats. That sounded nice.
His husband’s eyes widened as he broke out into a wide grin, he’d hug him once they were at home as he knew about his husband’s distaste towards public affection.
It took a lengthy five minutes before a deep, tired voice cut through the thick air. “Aizawa, Yamada. You guys requested me?”
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The voice couldn’t help but break his train of thought at the mention of the familiar names. The man was wearing a trenchcoat. Was this the detective they were here to see? Did detectives actually dress like that? Izuku had thought that that dress code was reserved for the cartoons that Oboro used to stick on, come a rainy day.
At the sight of Aizawa and Yamada getting up, the teen got up too. They were all led to an office of some sort.
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The talk with the detective was seemingly endless and exhausting. The detective, whose name was Tsukauchi, was considerably nice. He made sure that Midoriya was comfortable and was super kind with his phrasing. He never overstepped and would always back out if he thought the teen was upset with something.
By the end of the evening, an investigation was launched on Inko Midoriya. The detective said that Izuku was not allowed to return home unless it was to pick up a few things. The final thing that had been discussed was that the teen needed a place to stay. It had been decided that for a few nights, he’d stay with Yamada and Aizawa until they found a permanent home for him.
The only permanent home Izuku wanted was his old one. The one with his only friend. The one with his older brother. The one with Oboro Shirkumo.
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It was early afternoon by the time they left the station. The teen was ushered back into the nice-smelling car by Yamada who wore a soft smile on his face.
The ride back home seemed a lot shorter than the one to the station.
It had been decided that they’d go back for Izuku’s stuff just after a bit of lunch.
No one complained about that.
Chapter 11: Packing and Explanations
Notes:
I guess I'm back >:)
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Lunch was sandwiches. They were nice, simple, but nice. Izuku had requested a cheese sandwich, Aizawa had a turkey, and Yamada had a cheese and turkey sandwich. Izuku enjoyed the food; it was fresh, and it reminded him of when his mum would make his lunch. Perfect and delicious.
Honestly, Izuku couldn’t wait to go home, to explain to Oboro where he had been, to see his stuff and just breathe. However, he knew that if he were to go home now, he wouldn’t be able to return there later. That would make this feel too real. Plus, what if Oboro wanted to stay in the apartment? What if he didn’t want to stay with Izuku? Those kinds of thoughts were scary. He just wanted everything to go back to how it was. Was that too much to ask?
You’ve probably heard the term ‘you’ve made your bed. Now lay in it.’ If not, it means that you’re the one who got yourself into this situation; now you have to deal with the consequences. Izuku felt like that term applied to him very much at that moment. If he had just had the patience to wait for the laundry cycle at home, he wouldn't have to deal with being taken away from home.
Aizawa and Yamada seemed nice. Aizawa seemed like a sharp man, very quick-witted and would be the first to follow his primal instincts. Yamada seemed intelligent, too, but also contained a more goofy or playful side of himself. They both have qualities that make them good heroes. Like quirks.
Eventually, all three parties had finished their food. It meant that it was time to go and collect Izuku’s stuff from the apartment. Fun. The two adults spent at least twenty minutes gathering their things, a few boxes and a bag or two to bring to the house so that they could help Izuku get as much of his stuff as possible.
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Time stopped for no one. Izuku was in the backseat of the car once again. Aizawa was driving to the location the teen boy had mentioned earlier, as he had been prompted to give it. The following ten minutes to the apartment would’ve been silent if not for the music Present Mic had put on in the background.
Time did, however, feel slow right now. It felt like the car ride was lasting an eternity. They say time flies when you’re having fun, well Izuku was not having fun. He loved his apartment, his couch and bed, his freedom. He didn’t want that all to go. In all honesty, he could stop this right now, tell the two heroes that he could see ghosts, which usually scared most people off, let alone adults. Despite that, there was a part of Izuku who wanted to stay; these two heroes were nice to him. They weren’t mean to him; they fed him, assured him, and in some ways, they reminded him of how Oboro would act towards him.
Yamada’s music was always so upbeat was positive, how could anyone be that positive about anything? It wasn’t fair. Why can’t he be positive?
There were no words spoken throughout the car ride, just the softly playing music.
They eventually made it to the apartment building.
Izuku and the two heroes got out of the car, Yamada and Aizawa grabbing the cardboard and bags. The boy gave a nod to himself. He could do this. This wasn’t an impossible task; it was simple, really. He just had to go into the apartment he’s been living in for years to pack all the stuff that was most important to him and ask Oboro if he was willing to come with him.
The green-haired teen led the two adults to his apartment door, unlocking it and walking inside. He frowned as he saw his best friend jump up, all wide-eyed. Izuku shot him an awkward smile, as he made his way to his room “I’ll get what I need from my room!” He shot to the two heroes, hoping Oboro would follow him in so that he could explain.
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Oboro was confused and worried, to put it lightly. A day or two ago, Izuku had left for the laundromat to wash clothes, promising to be back in an hour or two. That was a few days ago. He wasn’t back. After 4 hours had passed on the first day, Oboro had gone to the laundromat to look for his friend but could not find him, so he walked the route he knew izuku would use to see if he was just being held up, but there was no sign of him. He had noticed that his clothes were gone, which means he left after his cycle had finished. He had been missing for two hours. He felt like a horrible friend. He should have gone with the teen. The worst part is that no one would notice the poor boy being missing, and it wasn’t like he could tell anyone.
What if he had been kidnapped or killed? It’s been days, and he needs Izuku back. He missed being able to communicate, to help the boy he saw as his little brother.
The worry overwhelmed him. He sat in the home most of the time, wanting to be there in case Izuku returned, and he really hoped Izuku returned. He prayed for the boy’s safety.
So, when the door opened, he was shocked and relieved to see the teen. Then, he saw his two best friends follow in after him, and he was confused again. When the boy announced that he was going to pack the things in his room, his confusion increased tenfold.
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Izuku arrived in the room and began packing his things, glad that Oboro had followed. He began a whispered conversation, “Hi Ro’..”
“Uh-huh. Hi Izuku. Now, just where have you been? You had me worried sick. Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Oh, please tell me you aren’t hurt.” The ghost walked closer and held his face, checking for injury as if he were a worried mother, ruffling his hair when he couldn’t see any.
This caused Izuku to give him a soft smile. “I’m okay, Ro. I had a panic attack at the laundromat and fell asleep on Yamada, he’s the blonde, and he took me back to his place, I guess, where I met Aizawa, the other one. They fed me and I accidentally let out that I didn’t have a stable home life, and they took me to this detective who was wearing those detective clothes from the cartoon, and now they’ve opened an investigation into Mum and-” He began to ramble in true Izuku fashion, which in turn caused the ghost to chuckle.
“I know who they are, Izu. They are or were my friends before I died, they’re good people, so I’m glad you were safe. So are they adopting you?” He wraggled his eyebrows, getting a mumbled “I think so?” in response as the teen continued to pack his personal supplies, everything he wanted to bring.
This was amazing news for Shirakumo; he couldn’t be more ecstatic. Now, there were some people he could really trust to look after his friend. As a plus, he gets to spend more time around his old best friends, emphasising the old, yikes, those wrinkles. This wouldn’t be so bad. Oboro was happy with the results. He hoped, one day, Izuku would be too.
Chapter 12: 3 Is A Big Number When You Think About It.
Notes:
Okay guys, I've slaved away to make plans for each upcoming chapter to make it a little less overwhelming. I now know everything and am so excited to finish off this story. So we have a lot upcoming, getting into UA, the USJ, Another Groughchat and the reveals ;)
Thank you for being patient with me and sorry for these two filler chapters whilst I figured things out :D
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There was a soft knock at the door, which drew the attention of the ghost as well as the teen boy, who then opened it to reveal the Erasure Hero. “Hey, kid, is there anything you need help with packing? You kind of left, and we don't really know what you want to take or leave. Is there anything you want outside of your room, or would you like some help packing your room?” The gruff voice asked.
Izuku felt stupid in that moment; he left the heroes to sit in the hallway with nothing to do. It was probably awkward for them. He didn’t really want to be a bother, but some help would be nice. “Um.. could you possibly get my toiletries? Oh! And the blankets on the couch, please. There should also be some clothes in the dryer if you can get them too, but if not, don’t worry, I can do it. In fact, I can do it all, there’s no need for help, thank you anyway.”No, you can’t. You’re quirkless. You can’t do anything.
Aizawa stared down at the kid, bewildered for a moment as the kid changed his mind. “It’s alright, kid, I’m sure my husband and I can handle three tasks. Thank you for trusting us to help. We’ll be careful with your stuff, okay?” The man ruffled the teen’s hair before relaying the tasks to Yamada, who seemed more than happy to help.
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All of Izuku’s stuff was now packed into four boxes and two bags. The teen had triple-checked the apartment a few times to make sure he had everything he needed.
-Inventions
-Clothes
-Blankets
-Laptop and Phone (with chargers)
-Notebooks
-School Books
-Blueprints
-Toiletries
-Whatever the fuck Oboro wanted
It was everything he needed, everything he wanted. Now all they had to do was take the stuff into the car and leave. Leave the apartment. Leave behind his couch nights with Oboro. Leave behind the space where he used to talk freely with Oboro. Leave behind the pain of coming home with no adult to care for him. Leave behind the post-stick-note conversations and the crappy meals.
It was scary but necessary. It was necessary so that one day he could leave the pit and build a better life for himself. After all, Izuku did love building. This would be just fine.
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This was not fine. They had just made it back to the Yamada-Aizawa residence, and it was not fine. What was he supposed to do? Is he going to be made to leave at some point? What if this were a cruel game? He was definitely going to be kicked out once they find out he can see ghosts, oh gods, do they even know he was diagnosed as quirkless yet? No one wants a quirkless kid!
The teen still remembers that day, the day he was talking to things that weren’t there, the day his mother took him to the doctor to see if he had some form of schizophrenia or something. No, the doctor said that he could see ghosts and make them visible to others. Oh, and Inko hated that. So she did what all ‘good’ parents do, and she paid the doctor off to give him a quirkless diagnosis, paid him to keep quiet and ensured the doctor put the quirkless diagnosis onto his record.
She was angry when they got home that day, told Izuku to stop talking to them, stop looking at them, that he was a freak. After that doctor's visit, it just seemed everyone knew he was ‘quirkless’. They said it so much that Izuku started to believe it. He was probably the only quirkless boy in the universe to have a quirk.
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The two adults had offered to help Izuku unpack his stuff into the guest room, but Izuku shook his head, waving them off. He could do it. He needed to know where every single item was placed anyway, in case he had to leave in a hurry, not that he imagined he would, but you never know at the end of the day.
The unpacking took a total of three hours. By the time he was completely finished, the smell of food wafted through the air. It was time for dinner then. After double-checking the room to ensure that everything was put away properly, he neatly folded the boxes and bags, exiting the room to give them back to one of the adults.
The first one he saw just happened to be Aizawa, who was lying on the couch; he seemed to be napping, so Izuku walked to the kitchen to see if he could find Yamada instead. Fortunately, the voice hero was cooking at the stove, singing along to an upbeat song playing on the radio before he noticed the green-haired boy. “Hey, little listener, those for me, yeah? Could you put them in the coat cupboard for me, please? Dinner will be done shortly as well, if you wanna hang about.”
That seemed like a simple task, so he gave a small nod to the man before finding the coat cupboard, neatly placing them where they belonged, before going back to the kitchen and taking his seat at the table.
He used this time to check his phone, which had been placed on silent for the past few days and holy cow, that was a lot of notifications from the group chat.
He would have to look at them later because he didn’t want to come off as one of those kids who were glued to their phones, so he shut it off and looked toward Yamada, who was now plating the food. The sound of the plates clinging and clacking caused Aizawa to rouse from his nap and take his seat at the table.
Soon enough, Hizashi joined them with the presence of food. Izuku looked at his third meal of the day. The thing was, he wasn’t used to eating this much in under a day. However, he didn’t want to upset the adults by not eating it. That wasn’t exactly polite, so the teen took small bites at a time. “Um.. thank you for the food.” He mumbled as he ate, causing the blonde man to smile, “You’re totally welcome, little listener! Hope you enjoy!”
The meal was incredible. Izuku wished he could’ve stomached more of it. He could barely finish half the plate before his stomach churned in protest.
It wasn’t long before Aizawa had noticed that the kid had started to just move the food about on the plate. It was disheartening, knowing that the small teen in front of him hadn’t been given the resources to eat three meals a day, but that wasn’t something he blamed the kid for. His mother, Inko, however, yes, his ever-growing rage toward her stopped for nothing. “Hey, kid, only eat what you can. Don’t push yourself to eat it all.”
The break of the silence caused both Midoriya and Yamada to look up. Yamada was relieved that the ice was broken; he did love to speak after all, he just didn’t want to overwhelm the teen, he did know how to read the room after all. “Yeah! Plus, whatcha don’t eat can be saved for later, ya’dig?”
Midoriya looked at both the males, trying to make out whether it was actually okay or not. His quiet questioning paused once he saw his ghost friend hold a thumbs-up in reassurance. Oboro had mentioned that these were his old friends; after all, he knew them the best. Plus, Oboro would never put him into a situation that could cause him harm. So with the reassurance of the two heroes and his brotherly friend, he gently put his cutlery down and pushed the plate a few centimetres away from him. “Thank you, I would like to have it later.”
The voice hero smiled, “Hell yeah, kiddo! Hey, what do you think about a movie marathon tonight? Sho and I hold the best movie marathons ever!”
“Um.. okay! Yeah,” the teen replied, that didn’t sound too bad. It wouldn’t be bad. Hopefully.
Chapter 13: Movie Night.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Movie night. A universal night that people share to bond, all cuddled up snacks and a movie playing. Different movies led to different types of bonding.
First, you have the comedy movie. The go-to. Comedy movies mostly had silly elements that everyone could laugh at and pick apart with quirky, upbeat characters who were overly dramatic. They were good for an ice-breaker and could be used to develop inside jokes. If the plot was good, the movie was great, but a comedy movie with a bad plot didn’t get too far.
Then you have the horror movies. Couples usually watched them as an excuse to get closer to one another. Midoriya didn’t really like horror movies. No one deserves death like those people died on screen. The deaths were gruesome, and although some of them had a good plot line, horrors just weren’t his thing, like at all.
You had the crime, sci-fi, romance, thriller, dystopian, and sad movies. They all had their unique quirks. They were usually unpredictable, well if the plot was written well. Sad movies were nice to watch when the teen was feeling down; he liked to remind himself that there was a chance of everything getting better. He actually quite enjoyed a good crime movie, one of those murder mystery ones where you’re second-guessing everything. Unfortunately, the plot was usually quite similar for those types of movies.
Then you had the hero movies. Izuku loved hero movies. They were usually split into two generations: you had the pre-quirk era movies and the post-quirk era. The post-quirk era movies were usually based on heroes of the worlds and their biggest challenges; they kind of reminded Izuku of documentaries. Then you had pre-quirk era movies. Ones where the heroes built their own suits and played vigilante. Those were the movies that got Izuku’s attention. He loved to see the mechanics of the suits and judge if they could possibly be made.
Yamada had been putting snacks out on the coffee table as Aizawa handled the drinks and blankets. Izuku slipped away into the room he unpacked his stuff in, he wasn’t sure whether it was his or not, as he wasn’t sure if this was just temporary. He quickly put his phone on charge before grabbing one of the blankets he brought from the apartment. Not his favourite one, he didn’t want crumbs on it. Instead, he grabbed his black fluffy blanket with a grey and white star pattern on it. He took it to the couch and secured a seat at the end, pulling the blanket around him. Oboro took a seat in front of him, not leaning back as he didn’t want to become visible and cause a commotion for Izuku. The ghost would remind himself to ensure he talked with the teen about it later on.
Yamada and Aizawa eventually joined him on the couch, making sure to give the boy some space. It was only at that point that Midoriya looked at the spread on the table, and wow, they really didn’t half ass this. Not only did everyone have a hot drink, Aizawa had coffee, Yamada had some sort of herbal tea, and Izuku was given a hot chocolate with whipped cream, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles; they also had a bottle of fizzy drink and a bottle of water. In turn of food, there was a big spread. There were at least three different types of popcorn: toffee popcorn, chocolate-covered popcorn and what seemed to be a sweet and salty popcorn. There was also a bowl of M&Ms, some Oreos and candy floss. Not to mention a bowl of finely diced fruit to make a fruit salad. There were some smaller bowls next to that bowl with spoons and a can of whipped cream.
So with food and drinks sorted, Izuku was handed the remote, with an encouraging smile on Hizashi’s face. “Okay, lil’listener! You get to pick the movie, Sho and I will pretty much watch anything, but we don’t know what you like yet, so why don’t you show us?”
Midoriya stared at the remote and the TV, which was open to Netflix. He had to pick the movie? What if he picked something really boring, and then the heroes didn’t like him anymore and kicked him out? No. He just had to play it safe. He went to the comedy section, picking out a movie that seemed interesting and pressed play before gently putting the controller down.
Then they all settled in for their first movie of the evening.
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By the time they had all, except Oboro, as the other two didn’t know of his presence, picked a movie, it was getting late. All of the hot drinks were finished throughout the first movie, Izuku’s water was gone, and Aizawa was finishing off his Fanta. Izuku had actually eaten a bowl of fruit and some popcorn. Not all of the snacks were gone, but that didn’t seem to bother the adults, as they put plastic wrap over the bowls and put most of it into the fridge. The candy floss and popcorn were put into a cupboard to be enjoyed at a later date. The unopened bottles of drink weren't put back into the fridge as any were quickly cleared up.
Both of the adults sat back on the couch and looked at Midoriya. Surprisingly, it was Aizawa who began the conversation, “So, kid, how did you like your first movie night here?”
It was a simple question, really, but one part of it stuck out the most. “First?.. There’s going to be more? You’re not putting me into the system?” The quiet voice asked, causing the two heroes to look pained. It was Yamada’s turn to soothe the conversation “Hell yeah, there’s going to be more, kiddo! You’re a good movie picker, and you’re kind of stuck with us!” The radio show host offered the reassurance that Midoriya needed. Which, in turn, helped Aizawa join in. However, if you don’t feel comfortable with us, we can always see if someone we trust could take you?”
In retrospect, it was clear that Aizawa was just offering reassurance, but the thought scared Midoriya a little; he didn’t want to go with anyone else, he liked them. They were kind to him. The words caused a small outburst, “No! I wanna stay with you guys! Please don’t get rid of me! I don’t want to go!”
His panicked tone broke the adults’ hearts. Hizashi opened his arms, allowing Izuku to hug him. He patted his back whilst Aizawa ruffled the teen’s hair. “We want you to stay too, no one is getting rid of you, I’m sorry, kid, I didn’t mean to panic you.” The gruff voice of the underground hero spoke.
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Eventually, the teen calmed down and retreated to his room for some sleep, leaving the adults to have a hushed conversation in the quiet of the living room.
Aizawa was worried about the kid, extremely worried. In just the few days he spent with himself and ‘Zashi, he had shown many signs of depression, separation anxiety, and malnutrition. He knew they had to help the kid, their kid. Judging by the look on his husband’s face, he thought the same thing. This kid was dealt a bad hand, so he and Hizashi had a ton of parenting to make up for. “Tsukauchi said that they couldn’t find his mother, like she fell off the face of the universe. He gave us the kid’s file, though. He finished his middle school education through online classes, yet kept attending the school anyway. At the very least, that means we have more time to spend with him. UA entrance exams are coming up, we should ask him if he’s interested in attending at some point,” the underground hero said softly to his husband.
Yamada looked up from his spiralling thoughts “Yeah.. That’s a good idea. I know Nedzu let us take the time off. Do you have a patrol tonight?” Hizashi continued to small talk.
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Back in the calm of his room, Izuku and Oboro were curled up on the bed in a comfortable silence. Until it wasn’t so silent. “I didn’t even get to pick a movie, Izu. This is ghost-ist.” The statement from his friend caused Izuku to smirk and turn over “Ghosts are cold. Go find your own bed.” He retorted, which caused the other to make a squawk, “I see how it is!” he exclaimed before giving a chuckle and lying on the floor. “They’re good people, Izu. You know how sometimes I leave? I usually visit them. They’re good. I’m really happy they found you. You’re safe here.” Oboro mentioned softly, causing the teen to curl into his blankets and nod. “Yeah.. they’re really nice..”
This seemed to be the end of that conversation for the night as the boy fell into a soothing yet deep sleep.
Notes:
How do you guys think the reveals will go? I'm interested to see if anyone can guess it.
Chapter 14: Guess Who's Back, Back Again.
Chapter Text
Aizawa-Coffee
Yamada-LOUD&BRIGHT
Nemuri-Miss18+
Vlad King-IWantToSuckYourBlood
Miruko-CarrotKicks
Endeavour-SecondPlace
Hawks- RedWings
Yagi-FirstPlaceBuff
Recovery Girl-1KissIsAllitTakes
Hound Dog-ISmellBullShit
PowerLoader-TheNextCatapiller
Snipe-BULLSEYE
Thirteen-Space=Big
Nedzu- CultLeader
Vroom- Tensei Iida
Midoriya- GreenSprite
Midoriya reawakened the next morning at the crack of dawn but couldn’t bring himself to move from the warmth of his sheets. So, instead of getting up and facing the day, he turned his phone back on. It was finally time to tell the groupchat that he was in fact okay.
You are now reading old chats.
Vroom: Morning guys! It’s Saturday, finally. Anyone have plans?
LOUD&BRIGHT: Sho’s making me go to the laundromat later, says he’s too busy napping to do so himself. It’s not fair D:
RedWings: Sounds super sucky, I got work n’ stuff today. Apparently the job don’t sleep. That’s kinda sucky too.
SecondPlace: This is ridiculous. You should be more than happy to do your job.
SecondPlace is now offline.
CarrotKicks: Who put a stick up his ass?
RedWings: i dunno, i think he was born like that :/ I do like my job, I just wish there was more time to rest y’know.
FirstPlaceBluff: Unfortunately, the job sleeps for no one.
Miss18+: @Coffee @LOUD&BRIGHT You guys wanna hit the bar today? Or anyone else that’s free for that matter?
Coffee: What have I told you about @ing me? I’m not going to the bar. Got work tonight.
LOUD&BRIGHT: I can join, yo’
Miss18+: Y’know the best thing about a Saturday? The kid isn’t at school so he can hopefully come online!
Vroom: yessss, I hope so, I haven’t met him yet.
LOUD&BRIGHT: YEAHHHHH
Coffee: Leave the kid alone. The last thing he needs is a bunch of strangers bombarding him with messages.
Coffee is now offline.
RedWings: I gotta head out but if the kid appears, say hi for me, yeah?
RedWings is now offline.
CarrotKicks: Ditto.
CarrotKicks is now offline.
FirstPlaceBluff: I too, have tasks to complete. It was nice to converse with my peers.
FirstPlaceBluff is now offline.
Vroom: @Miss18+ @LOUD&BRIGHT I’ll go to the bar w/ you guys. What time?
Miss18+: 9pm work for y’all?
LOUD&BRIGHT: Yup!
Vroom: Sure thing!
Miss18+: yeessss, gonna go plan my outfit. See y’alls laterrsss
LOUD&BRIGHT: laterrsss
Everyone is now offline.
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LOUD&BRIGHT is now online
LOUD&BRIGHT: guyssss! Help. I'm at the laundromat and this kid just had a panic attack and now he's asleep on me.
Coffee and two others are now online
Miss 18+: it’s always u zashi
Coffee: How old is the kid? Anything you reckon we should look into?
LOUD&BRIGHT: He looks like a teen maybe 13-15 years and I'm not too sure, one second he was staring at me, I looked up at him and the next he was having a panic attack.
CultLeader: Does he seem hurt?
LOUD&BRIGHT: perhaps a little underweight but not hurt-
Coffee: Want me to come down? We can keep the kid in the apartment until he wakes up? Unless he wakes up before then?
LOUD&BRIGHT: Yeah, please sho.
Coffee: I’ll be right down, okay?
LOUD&BRIGHT and 3 others are now offline
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LOUD&BRIGHT: @Miss18+ @Vroom Sorry guys but me and Sho r gonna take care of the kid for a bit so i gotta raincheck
Miss18+: No worries zashi, but you own me another night, kay?
LOUD&BRIGHT: Totally
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RedWings: Not to be that guy but is anyone else worried about the kid? He hadn’t been online at all for days.
CultLeader: He’s fine.
RedWings: How do you know? Do you know the kid?
CultLeader: I know who he is and he is currently fine :)
RedWings: Okay..?
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Most of the other conversation continued, consisting of small talk and questions. Midoriya was glad that they didn’t seem too worried about him. He didn’t want these people to worry. That wasn’t very fair. Not that Izuku understood their infatuation with him; he was pretty boring, and they hadn’t even shared that many conversations.
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GreenSprite is now online.
GreenSprite: Hi everyone, I’m sorry if I worried you, I just don’t check my phone often :))
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Now, Midoriya wasn’t really expecting an abundance of replies at once, but hey, life gives you lemons.
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Miss18+: You’re backk!! What’cha been up to? Anything good?
RedWings: Yooo, welcome back!
Space=Big: Hi! We haven’t met yet but I’m glad you’re back!
LOUD&BRIGHT: Yooo hey! Sorry I can’t stick around but glad to know ur good, yeah?
CultLeader: Hi :)
GreenSprite: Hi. @Miss18+, things have been good recently, thank you. @Space=Big, it’s nice to meet you too! @RedWings Hi! Thank you @LOUD&BRIGHT that’s okay, I can’t stay too long too, the UA entrance exams are coming up and I need to study! @CultLeader hi, and also if you don’t mind me asking, how do you know who I am?
CultLeader: :)))
GreenSprite: ??
CultLeader: You’re trying out for UA, which course?
GreenSprite: Oh. Support Course! I like inventing things.
TheNextCatapiller is now online.
TheNextCatapiller: Hello, we haven’t met yet but I also like to invent things. I hope you do well in the entrance exams, if you have some time at another point maybe you could key me in on some things you’re working on. Maybe I could be of some assistance to you.
GreenSprite: yeah, sure!
TheNextCatapiller: I’m looking forward to it
TheNextCatapiller is now offline.
CultLeader: Good luck with your studies :)
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Midoriya turned off his phone. The strangers in the group chat seemed really nice. He felt a little bad that he never really stayed long, but at the same time, he didn’t want to be a major bother. For some reason, Oboro was cackling over his shoulder whilst reading the messages, but refused to explain himself when asked.
With a sigh, the teen pulled out his laptop to do some more research on the Support Course entrance exams. Making it into UA was his dream; he was confident in his general knowledge, and he already knew when the test was supposed to happen, but something about reassuring himself was satisfying for sure.
He already had his plan for that day ready to go. Was he supposed to tell Aizawa or Yamada? Living with supervision is so confusing. It’s completely different to his usual way of living.
The teen sighed before sitting up, wrapping his blanket further around him as he threw his legs over the bed. He had heard movement in the kitchen a little bit ago, so he knew that leaving his room wouldn’t wake anyone. Midoriya swiftly gathered himself before exiting the room and walking toward the living room and kitchen area.
As he looked around, he spotted Aizawa on the couch, giving the teen a small wave once he noticed him before returning to the pile of paperwork he had in front of him. The scent of some mouthwatering food began wafted through the living room, which caused Midoriya to head to the kitchen, not wanting to disturb the underground hero. He saw Oboro complaining about something and the blonde male cooking up some of the previous night’s leftovers. “Good morning, kiddo, you slept okay, yeah?”
“Yes, thank you..” Midoriya mumbled before taking his familiar seat at the table. “Food will be ready soon. Then Sho and I have to explain some things, nothing scary, just work schedules and boring stuff like that, yeah?” Yamada mentioned, with his signature grin, gathering nothing but a nod from the kid.
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Once breakfast was finished, the dishes washed, and the table cleaned, the two heroes sat the kid on the couch to explain how everything worked in their household and with their work. The schedule was difficult as the men managed five jobs between them. All Izuku could dare to think about was how much they were getting taxed for living expenses between them.
The conversation hadn’t lasted long, and Midoriya didn’t really have any questions about it, so he shook his head at the prompt. “Okay, kid, one last thing, high school is coming up, are you wanting to do online courses like you did in middle school, or are you thinking of applying to a school?”
The teen looked up at the two, “Well.. I was thinking of applying to UA’s support course, but I can always do online school if it makes it easier for you two!” He really didn’t want to give up on his dream of going to UA, but he liked staying with these two more than he liked the idea of his dream.
“Support, yo? You like to invent? That’s awesome, kid! You gotta show us some of ya’ blueprints at some point, ya dig?” The voice hero pronounced, to which his husband helpfully chimed in, “Support Course at UA, it is. Don’t worry about what’s easier for us, kid, we want you to be happy here.”
And, oh. Izuku could for sure get used to that.
Chapter 15: Exams, Friends? And A Letter.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It was finally here—the day of the UA entrance exams. Midoriya had triple-checked his bag to ensure he had all the necessary blueprints and supplies he would need. He was walking his way to the high school of his dreams. He had been offered a lift, but a nice walk with music through his headphones would help alleviate his nerves. Not that it really helped all that much, this was way too nerve-racking. What if he didn’t make it in? What if he wasn’t good enough and everything was in his head? What if- “Izu! Look, a cat!” his ghostly brother figure interrupted his train of thought.
“Sorry, Ro. I don’t have the time to get distracted right now; I need to focus on this exam. If the cat is here on the way back, I’ll grab a tin of tuna from the corner shop, yeah?” The teen replied before continuing to make his way toward the school of his dreams, leaving a pouting Oboro to walk behind him. The walk wasn’t long, and it wasn’t bad. They arrived at their destination in under twenty minutes. There was a sea of people crowding the grounds, all looking for entry into this elite school. All Izuku had to do now was take his exam and pray he makes the cut.
Okay so no pressure whatsoever.
Walking to the area where his tests would be taken was quite simple, the directions helping him out a lot. It wasn’t a long walk. Midoriya just kept his head down and kept listening to music until he arrived, and when he did, he saw his competition. The actual test wouldn’t take place for another fifteen minutes or so, so Izuku sat down on the floor, his back against the wall as he triple checked his blueprints to ensure there were no mistakes made in his writing, drawing or his design. He didn’t want to receive a rejection letter because he misspelt a word after all. However, a few minutes into his triple-checking, he felt someone lean over to look at the design, so he put it down and looked over at them against his better judgment. “Hi Greenie! I’m Mei Hatsume, future CEO of Hatsume Industries! You and I would make great babies together!”
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”What!?” Midoriya scrambled back. He was way too young to have kids. Is she crazy? Who says something like that to someone you just met?!
Ignoring the cackling Oboro, the teen looked at Mei, who was now pointing at his blueprints, repeating the word ‘babies’.
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Did she mean inventions? She meant inventions, right? “...inventions?” Izuku asked quietly, too stunned to make proper conversation with the girl. “Yes, babies. We’d make great babies together, Greenie, keep up.”
Right, keep up. Stupid Izuku. You’d probably have figured that out sooner if you had a quirk.
Shaking off the negative thoughts, Midoriya just nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure we could make some pretty cool inventions if we both get in, my name is Midoriya Izuku by the way..”
“Greenie, it is! I know we’ll both get in! Your inventions are pretty good, and mine are great, so ergo, we both get in!” Mei grinned, putting her hands on her hips.
Midoriya didn’t know how she felt so confident; there were so many other good applicants here, how could she be so certain of something? Could it possibly be her quirk? He resisted the urge to ask her because if he asked her and she told him her quirk, she’d ask him he’s and once he told her that he was quirkless, she’d be disgusted like the rest. Sure, it was a little selfish, but it was the first real conversation Izuku had had with someone his age in a while! Plus, it wasn’t like he was lying unless she asked, so he just kept quiet for now.
Talking with Mei seemed to make the time go quicker, and the written test was about to start, so he placed everything into his bag before setting it into its designated spot, before heading out to the exam hall and finding his seat.
The first portion of the test was Japanese, then it was Mathematics, English, Sciences, and there was a portion for analysis, which Izuku enjoyed extremely. Following that was Ethics, and last but not least, the design portion. That portion of the test was dedicated to support gear, how it could be improved for certain heroes, and what the problems were with the design that was given. The next part of this portion was designing a bit of equipment for a hero given in the paper. There would be a little about the hero and their quirk, and from there, you had to design a suit and two pieces of support gear for them.
After finishing the papers and checking them twice, Midoriya dared to glance at the time, only to see he still had fifteen minutes left, so he decided to wait five minutes and relax before going over his test once more with fresh eyes.
When the last of the time ran out, the invigilator for their test asked them to put their equipment down before walking around to collect papers. Exiting the written exam gave him a funny feeling as he saw kids with tears in their eyes, disclosing to their friends that they couldn’t finish or that they weren’t sure on some of the answers.
The teen shrugged it off before collecting his bag and making his way down the corridor, and sitting in one of the seats in the waiting room, anxiously waiting for the next part to start. This would be the practical. For the practical text, you were asked to bring in some blueprints for a recent design you made, and if the invention was safe to use, to bring it in to be tested. If the design wasn’t safe or made, then they’d ask you to deconstruct an invention and put it back together within a timeframe, and then they would make sure it worked properly still.
Midoriya brought in his blueprints for The Lens, but that design wasn’t perfected without government files, and he didn’t really feel like hacking into servers to present the actual invention just to be caught and it be taken. Nonetheless, he brought the blueprints for those in. He had been trying to decide whether or not to bring another set of blueprints with an invention or just stick to taking apart and putting an object back together. He ended up deciding to do the latter as none of his other inventions would really wow the judges, and he really wanted this spot in UA. Most of his other inventions were only really made to keep him out of trouble, like his earphones that disguised themselves so they didn’t look like earphones.
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When Midoriya’s name was called, he froze, and dread filled him as he walked into the exam room. He was greeted by two faces: Principal Nedzu and Powerloader. Well, this just got ten times more terrifying. Taking a deep breath, he walked to the podium and placed his blueprint for The Lens down, very neatly between the two. “This support gear is a pair of glasses that grants immediate analysis of people. It will show a person’s full name, a brief description of them, their age, quirk, height, weight, as well as three strengths and three weaknesses. The actual product is done, but I would need access to government files to show the information about those I don’t know. The information will appear in a holographic form around a person, and the person will be identified through their eyes. I haven’t had time to sketch a design just yet, but in the near future, I hope to make a contact lens version of these so they would be more compatible with any fights a hero will get into. Obviously, the genetic information will come from the giles, but the weaknesses and strengths will come from a code I made to be put into the glasses.”
The teen was met with silence as the two figures stared at his blueprints, though it wasn’t long before Nedzu grinned, a very unsettling grin. “These are wonderful, due to them not being finished, I assume you have not brought them with you?” The rat- mouse- thingy asked curiously. “I have, but the only thing they can tell you at the moment is a guess at a quirk with sixty-eight percent accuracy and three possible strengths and weaknesses.”
This time it was Powerloader that spoke up, “May we see them? Nedzu will put them on and look at me, and determine how accurate it is without the files.” At that, Midoriya carefully pulled the gear out of his bag and placed it onto the table, allowing the Principal to put it on and power it up. He spent approximately a minute looking at the Support hero before giving it to him to try out. “The quirk information was correct, and the strengths and weaknesses were accurate too. This is a stupendous idea to have made Young Midoriya. Due to the fact that they work well and all that is missing is something you cannot possibly obtain, I think they’ll be fine to judge on your own without having to deconstruct and reconstruct an object, would you agree, Maijima-san?” At his name being called, Powerloder carefully put the glasses into the case and nodded, “If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to keep them for a few days. Nedzu and I could discuss loading the files of some of the UA staff onto the code to see the full product.” The Principal gave a nod.
Midoriya was stunned for a second before quickly agreeing. It wasn’t like he needed them anyway, not now at the very least. He was happy enough that the examiners seemed interested in the design.
Walking out of the room left the teen feeling more confident in his abilities, which wasn’t all that scary after all.
“Greenie! How’d ‘ya do? Awesome, I bet! I did well, too. We’ll definitely make it in, we have to, our babies will change the world!” Mei exclaimed, jumping to walk beside the green-haired teen. “I think it went well, thank you, Hatsume-san. I’m glad your exams went good too!” Midoriya smiled, but it only faltered slightly after seeing that look on the girl’s face.
“We don’t have time for that, Greenie! Mei will do. Take my number and tell me when you get into UA, until then we can talk about all the awesome babies we can make, ‘kay?” The girl handed him some paper before jumping away to talk to another examinee, leaving the teen stunned again. He sighed and put the number in his phone, saving it under Mei and sending her a quick message so that she had his number too before going outside to wait for Aizawa and Yamada to leave.
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“Heyy lil’listener, how did ‘ya exam go?” The blonde asked, the raven-haired man slouching behind him with his arms in his pockets.
On the way home, Midoriya explained the day with more excitement than he had ever shown to the two adults, talking about Mei and how he met her and the exams. It was a pretty good day that ended in a calm movie night, in which the teen fell asleep, leaning on Aizawa’s shoulder, and if a certain voice hero took a picture? Nobody mentioned it.
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It was here. His letter from UA was here, oh kami, what if he had been rejected?
As Izuku paced back and forth across his room, too anxious to read it, Oboro was getting more anxious as the teen wasn’t opening it. SO he did what all good ghostly brother figures do to their brother when their brother has a quirk to make them physical: he grabbed the kid's arm and snatched the latter, ripping it open before he could be stopped. “Ro! What are you-”
“Zu! You got in! You got in with the highest score of your year group! You’re in class 1-H! Congrats! I knew you could do it!” Shirakumo grinned, pulling Midoriya into a tight hug as the other teen teared up. “I got in! I really got in! I have to tell everyone!”
First, he’d told Mei as promised, then he would tell his parents Yamada and Aizawa. He decided against telling the group chat as he didn’t know the people in there, and not revealing personal information was internet safety 101. After sending a quick message to Mei, who responded with something along the lines of ‘I knew it!’ and ‘we’re in the same class’. Then he told the two heroes who rewarded him with ice-cream, giving their congratulations.
Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t so useless after all.
Notes:
Hope y'alls are ready for the next chapter.
Chapter 16: One Week in..
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It was finally here, his very first day of UA. He made it, proving his mother and bullies wrong. Today, he opted to take the lift with Aizawa and Yamada, even though they had to go in so early; he was too excited to stay home anyway. Oboro had mentioned to him earlier that he had made a tradition out of watching Aizawa torture his class for the first week, but if Midoriya wanted the support, he’d stay with him. Izuku quickly waved the offer off; he didn’t want to hold Oboro back from doing his tradition, and he wouldn’t be able to communicate with him in front of others without looking crazy anyway. Plus, if anything went wrong, he had Mei and he could always go to his parents Hizashi and Shouta.
Midoriya was currently waiting outside his classroom. There were some others here too, most just having hushed conversations in groups, and then there was Mei. The pink-haired girl was desperately banging on the door to the labs, yelling about the need to make ‘babies’. What a strong start to the day. Izuku decided to approach his only friend and gently tapped her arm “Hi, Mei-san. I’m sure they’ll let us in when the school day starts, but you know we’ll have to go through orientation and safety first, right?” The words caused his friend to groan, “Greenie! I said we have no time for honourifics! And I know we have to do all that boring stuff, but I want to make babies! This isn’t fair, but at least you’re here, so now we can discuss more about the babies we’ll make together!”
After receiving a few mortified looks, the two sat down and began to discuss plans for more impressive support gear. This made the time fly by until Powerloader arrived and unlocked the lab for homeroom, asking the students to line up outside the door to explain the ground rules to them before they entered.
The rules were pretty generic, mostly about safety for yourself and others, and the proper use of lab equipment. Then they were allowed into the lab to find their work station, where they would be unless they were in a different class, like English. Izuku’s station was just behind Mei’s. That was good. He didn’t really expect to make other friends, especially not after they found out about his quirk status. They were then shown where all the equipment was and the tester room they shared with the class next door. Due to the sheer amount of information, Maijima-Sensei declared they would do introductions after orientation, just before they would discuss their first projects for the week.
So just like that, they were filing out of the lab and into a large hall for orientation, where they were introduced to each teacher on the podium. What was a little confusing was the fact that Shouta wasn’t there, even when the janitors were. Speaking of Aizawa, there were a few empty chairs, meaning a class was missing too. Being late didn’t seem like Aizawa’s thing, and Oboro did mention something about ‘torture’. His train of thought was dramatically cut when All Might was introduced as this year’s newest staff member. All Might. All Might, who single-handedly killed any last part of him that wanted to be a hero, before leaving him on a tall roof. That All Might.
Now, don’t get him wrong, he understood All Might’s reasoning behind it and all, but if Izuku wasn’t already set on Support, then that would have killed him. That day, he lost all respect for the number one hero and would avoid talking to the man at all costs. How dare he say that? How could the symbol of peace cause so much discord in his life?
Without realising it, the green-haired teen had spent the last of the orientation silently spiralling in his anger. He was thankfully and quite literally dragged out of it by Mei, who was more hyped than ever to get to the lab, so they could get introductions over and finally get to make inventions.
It seemed so silly, the thing she wanted to just be ‘over’ with was what Izuku was dreading the most. Usually, when introducing yourself to others, you would mention your quirk, as if it defined you, so without a quirk to mention, others disliked him. It wasn’t like Midoriya didn’t have a quirk; he had one, it just wasn’t on any system, and he was too afraid that people would act worse toward him for mentioning it, just look how it drove his mother away.
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It was coming up to Midoriya’s turn for the introductions, as he predicted, everyone else had said their quirk, with just Mei in front of him, he let out a quiet sigh. He could do this. Even if they hated him, it wouldn’t be any different to how it was before. Plus, maybe Maijima-Sensei would actually tell them to stop if they hurt him. He wouldn’t know unless he tried, right?
Just after Hatsume explained her quirk, Zoom, which was awesome and so practical for support work, it was Midoriya’s turn. He did a quick survey of the class before he spoke. “I’m Izuku Midoriya, and I’m quirkless.” Silence. He was met with silence as he sat down. It took a few seconds, but without missing a beat, Powerloader began to speak once again. “Okay, now that we are all situated, you may pick a partner and design a project with them that should take you through the week. Your design must be practical, but other than that, you have the reins. This will be assessed on teamwork, how well it works and the practicality of it. I only want you to do the design today, which should take you to lunch. If the design takes longer, that is fine, but under no circumstances do I want any inventing. After lunch, I will come around and review your ideas. If I deem them good, I would like a list of materials needed for your lesson tomorrow. You may start.”
Everyone seemed to be partnering up just fine, and thankfully, Midoriya didn’t have to think about much before Mei turned around, “Greenie! You’re with me! We’re going to make a baby that will blow the competition out!”
To say Izuku was shocked was an understatement; the only others that seemed to like him, even after knowing about his quirk status, were Oboro, Aizawa, Yamada, and Maijima-Sensei must have known. He had never had a person his age know and still be willing to talk to him. Well, Oboro was close to his age, I suppose, but if he wasn’t a ghost, he’d be much older, so he didn’t really count. “You still want to be my friend?.. Even after finding out, I’m quirkless?” He reiterated quietly to her, which got him a strange look. “Greenie, like I’ve been saying, we haven’t got the time for this, we need the perfect plan to make the best baby out there! Why would I care about trivials when the bigger picture is right there!” The girl exclaimed, putting a piece of planning paper down as well as a blueprint for their decided project.
“The bigger picture?” Midoriya blurted out, instead of all the questions in his mind, did she really not mind? That was new. It was a good kind of new, though, almost like acceptance. “Yes! The bigger picture! You’re amazing baby-making skills! Now, let's talk about the project. I have so many ideas, like jetpack shoes! Or explosions that come in the form of something small! Orrr what about-”
Midoriya cut her off gently, “Hey, Mei? What about a device that tracks heroes in the area so that when one gets into a fight, all they have to do is press the button to call for backup? I know heroes use comms, but sometimes they can get damaged, and it isn’t clear which heroes are readily available. Plus, using this device will cut the amount of stall time a hero will need before going into a fight! We should also add a feature that lets the hero record a small message to let them know of the villain they are up against, as well as a constant tracker that can be placed in the hero’s costume!” If the pink-haired girl’s grin could get any bigger, it would have. “Yes! Practical! What about an extra compartment that contains a capsule which, when exploded, makes the villain a bright, glittery colour so that, if the hero believes they will get away, they’ll be easier to track. Of course, the colouring will be near impossible to get out without the right dissolver!” Izuku nodded with excitement at the idea, “Yes, that’d be good! Let’s get to designing it.”
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The two spent up to lunchtime, making sure everything was just right, that it would work. It was agreed that Mei would make the device and compartments while Izuku coded and helped with the device where needed.
During lunch, they were all kicked out of the lab to eat and socialise. Lunch went as well as expected, with the rest of his class ignoring him, and he and Mei found a table in the cafeteria to enjoy their food. They were joined by two students from the hero course, Iida Tenya and Uraraka Ochako. They were nice and talked with them a little before discussing amongst themselves about how scary ‘Aizawa-Sensei’ was. Which made Midoriya confused because Shouta wasn’t all that scary, he’d tell them, except he didn’t want to be seen as eavesdropping. Though it was through their conversation that he learnt about why he didn’t see the man at orientation. Not that it really mattered, though. The teen stopped listening to them and began paying attention to Mei as they expressed their excitement about All Might teaching their next class.
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When they both arrived back at the labs, they were immediately back in the mindset to finish their designs, explaining the idea and how it would work to powerloader when he reached them. He approved the product, which allowed the two to write out all the materials and equipment they would need. After making sure it was all there and neat, Mei handed it to the teacher, who checked over it and nodded before she returned to her seat. Midoriya and Mei then planned how tomorrow would go, who would start with what and that sort of thing.
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The week passed fairly quickly. Midoriya had finished the coding a few days in, helping with the compartments on their device as Mei worked quickly to perfect their glittery ink solution and dissolvant. Throughout the course of the week, she had only made three explosions, which she didn’t seem too happy about, which made sense to Midoriya before she mentioned that she wished there were more. That didn’t really shock the teenage boy as much as he would’ve thought. Mei was definitely a wild card. He was just glad that they were friends. There was an alarm from the press breaking in, which worried Izuku a little, but the week was actually pretty good, minus the stares they received from their classmates.
And then Friday happened. Friday of all days. The day started out pretty normal, getting a lift to school with Shouta and Hizashi, who he had grown immensely close to through the week. Then he and Mei put the finishing details on their device, booking the testing room just after lunch to make sure it would work just fine. However, they didn’t get the chance to test it.
In the lesson just before lunch, another alarm rang out, asking all of the heroes to meet outside the school. Powerloader took off after placing their class president in charge. That was when Midoriya’s stomach churned. What was going on? That worry only increased as the vice principal asked all students to make their way home, as the rest of the school was cancelled for the day. As the class filed out, Midoriya pulled out his phone, going to a group chat he had with Hizashi and Shouta.
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Izuku: What’s going on?
Izuku: Why are we being told to go home?
Izuku: Is everything okay? Should I walk home?
‘Zashi: Hey, kiddo, Shouta’s class was attacked on their field trip today. Shouta’s in the hospital, but he's gonna be okay. Sho’s strong. I left the car at UA as we teachers took a bus over to the USJ, so I can’t pick you up I can call you a taxi. Would you prefer to go home or come here?
Izuku: I’ll run home and get some clothes on. Do you or Dad need anything?
‘Zashi: Clothes too please and toiletries. Bring a blanket or two and please stay safe. Send me your location. Please.
Izuku has sent his location.
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The teen hadn’t realised the name he gave to Shouta through his flurry of panic and worry; he immediately ran home. He was good at running, used to it from those bullies. So it was no surprise he arrived in no time. He quickly emptied his bag, packing the toiletries in there, putting the toothbrushes in separate plastic bags before packing a change of comfortable and soft clothes for each man. It felt weird to sift through their closets, but he would have to park that thought for later. His dad was in the hospital. Finally, he packed the blankets, two of his favourite ones, he didn’t mind sharing with ‘Zashi and Shouta, he knew they wouldn’t do anything to stain or break them. Then he changed his clothes, just putting on a simple pair of black joggers and a long-sleeved T-shirt and a grey hoodie. And then he was off again, running toward the hospital and walking to the hall to Aizawa’s room. He braced himself before opening the door; his only wish was that he braced himself better. Then again, nothing could have prepared him for this.
Shouta was covered head to toe in bandages, covered in a thin, flimsy blanket. It was heartbreaking. Hizashi was sitting in the seat next to him, holding his husband’s hand, and Oboro was leaning on the wall opposite the underground hero, his face holding so many emotions.
When Yamada turned around, his face had the same expression as before it softened. “Hey, kiddo... It looks worse than it is. The doctor says he’ll make a dull recovery. Sho is strong, yeah? He’ll be okay.” The voice was soft and calm, soothing some of the teen’s nerves as he walked over, gently removing the thin blanket and replacing it with his favourite fluffiest one. Before giving his bag to Yamada, “..Sorry, I grabbed the first cosy things I saw. The toiletries are at the bottom.” He mumbled, grabbing the second blanket out of the bag and pulling up a seat next to the voice hero, who ruffled his hair, looking in the bag. “It’s perfect, kiddo. Would you mind keeping him comfortable whilst I change? He’s asleep right now, but I’m sure he’ll still appreciate it.” Hizashi asked before leaving to change. When he was alone in the room with a sleeping Aizawa and a too-deep-in-thought Oboro, he broke down. The tears began to flow as he carefully leaned on the injured man, on his dad. Was it too early to give them parental roles? Probably. That didn’t make the teen’s feelings any less real.
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When Hizashi returned, all he could do was rub the teen’s upper back and allow him to lean on him, mumbling soothing words along the lines of ‘Your dad will be okay, everything will be okay.’ until he fell asleep too.
In any other scenario, Hizashi would be jumping up and down with joy at the kid thinking of them as his dads, but he couldn’t, not whilst Shouta was just there, not whilst he was so injured. He didn’t want to scare the kid or cause him further distress, so he allowed the kid to cry it out. Kami knew Hizashi wanted to do the same, but he had to stay strong for all of them.
Notes:
Just finished chapter 17 and it took me all day :(
In good news, it's about 7000 words, so hey, you win some, you lose some.
Chapter 17: Hosu's On Fire!
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Chapter Text
Midoriya woke up the next morning to a hushed conversation going on between two men. He was leaning against Shouta’s bed, covered in the second blanket that he brought with him. Just when he was about to go back to sleep, he heard Aizawa’s voice. The words were mumbled, so he didn’t really know what was said, but it was Shouta’s voice. That was the realisation that made him shoot up, “Dad? You’re up? What happened? I was so worried!” The teen rambled, too panicked to overthink it, addressing the man as his father.
Before the underground hero could get a word out, Izuku was already half on the bed, gently yet tightly hugging the man as he cried into his chest. The hero’s face was covered in bandages, so no one knew what he was thinking, but it was fairly obvious when he spoke, “I’m fine, kid. It’ll take more than a few villains to stop me. How about you tell me about your project instead? Did it end up working?” The voice was gruff and raspy, but it was there. He was okay. Hizashi decided to chime in, to make the room less tense; he always seemed capable of doing that, as if it were some secondary quirk. “Yeah! We never got to hear if that worked out! When you were talking about it a few nights ago, it sounded like a good idea!” The energy radiating off the man was nice, along with the gentle hand that was once again rubbing his back. Izuku decided the topic change was for the best.
“Well, we never got to test it out because of the attack, but we did finish it! The coding was a little difficult, but not the worst, and Mei made the paint this hot pink with glitter! I coded it so that you wouldn’t need a signal to send out an alert; that way, if a hero gets captured, it’ll work regardless! Plus, we were able to make the design even smaller than planned; it’s the size of a matchbox! It looks so cool. I hope it works.” The teen rambled as both adults listened; in any other scenario, Izuku would be a little embarrassed at the attention, but that was before he met Mei Hatsume. He didn’t think he could even get embarrassed anymore.
“That’s pretty cool, listener! A good design, too. I hope I get to use it one day, if only to see a villain covered in a non-removable hot-pink glitter paint!” The blonde laughed, removing his hand when he felt the kid relax. “It’s very practical. Good job, kid.” The other added in, making Izuku beam.
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When Tsukauchi arrived, Yamada led the kid to the cafeteria, not wanting him to hear the glory details of the attack, the ones his husband briefly filled him in on whilst Midoriya was asleep. The kid didn’t need to know all of that. He was fifteen; he really didn’t need to worry about that sort of thing.
That led to them eating some meal that couldn’t taste more like cardboard. It wasn’t the worst Izuku had ever eaten, but not the best by a long shot. Being with Hizashi was never a quiet affair; the man always seemed to have something to talk about. Right now, it was about his newest segment on the radio show where he had guest speakers come in. The guest speakers were either heroes or civilians talking about their experience with a hero, getting their story out there. It was nice to hear about what most heroes were like, even away from the face of the media. When they arrived back at the room a while later, Tsukauchi was just leaving. He ruffled the kid's hair and mentioned he was glad he was doing better. They spent the rest of the day talking with Aizawa until he fell asleep, keeping him company.
Midoriya hadn’t seen Oboro after last night; logically, he knew that he was a ghost and couldn’t get hurt, but part of Izuku was still worried.
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It was Sunday night, and it seemed that Aizawa had had enough. He demanded to be able to go back home; he reasoned that the hospital bed was uncomfortable, but izuku had watched the man sleep on the floor or, on some occasions, in a chair, so he suspected there was a little more to it. After a little back and forth between the adults, and a doctor clearing him, they all went home for a movie night. Shouta had the bandages around his eyes taken off earlier that day, and they were all happy to hear that he could still see. Midoriya felt more comfortable with them, practically clinging to Aizawa to ensure himself that he was there and okay. It was nice.
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After the movie night, they returned to their respective rooms. Izuku was surprised to see Oboro with his hands on his face, curled up in his bed. “Ro? Would you like a hug?” He whispered as he crossed the distance to the bed and gently sat down next to the man who tackled him into a hug, sobbing into his hair.
“I couldn’t help him, Izu. He’s my best friend and I couldn’t help him. No one even expected it. There were villains everywhere. They were coming to kill All Might and decided to maul Shouta to reach their goal! There was this big grey creature, it looked half dead, like a zombie. Its brain was exposed and everything. It was awful. The leader had this disintegration quirk, and there was this other guy, a warp of some sort. It was like an orange mist that teleported the students all over the place. And I couldn’t do anything but watch. The leader called the monster that hurt Shou a Nomu. It had multiple quirks, and when All Might arrived, he had to use his best move to beat the thing, then he turned into skinny might after. Also, did you know that was a thing All Might could do? Become a small twig version of himself?” The ghost rambled, clinging onto Izuku as much as he could.
‘Skinny Might’ got a laugh out of Izuku; it was an accurate statement. Though listening to what he was saying made the kid remember that he forgot to tell Oboro about the day he met All Might. He must’ve been despondent; he usually was back then. Thank god he had Oboro. He didn’t know what he’d do if he had no one to support him. Now Midoriya had a decision to make: either tell Oboro about that day now or later on. It made sense to tell him now, but he didn’t want to cause him more distress. It was a tough call.
On one hand, the thought of making Oboro more upset was horrifying and on the other hand, it may distract Oboro from his line of thoughts. Here goes nothing…
“Wanna hear about the day I met All Might?”
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“He did what.” The blue-haired man asked furiously, the anger apparent on his face. “He crushed the last of my dreams and left me on the roof. I arrived late back that day, do you remember? It doesn’t really matter anyway, I’m sure he was only doing what he thought was best for me, but it wasn’t nice. I got angry when I saw him at orientation. I hope I won’t ever have to interact with him..” Midoriya replied before Oboro smirked, “Yeah, don’t worry about it. I’m gonna haunt the shit outta him. I’m talking flickering lights, objects moving or falling off his desk, and cold shivers. He’s got it coming. How dare he? Fucking asshole.”
The statement caught the teen off guard a little before he laughed, “That would be super funny to watch. If you’re going to do it, make sure you go beyond-”
“Plus Ultra!”They both said at the same time, laughing together at their joke before things calmed down. Shirakumo pulled the blankets over them before sighing contentedly. “Thank you, Izu.. I know it wasn’t my fault that the attack happened, but it hurts that all I could do was watch.. Y’know?”
Izuku nodded before patting his shoulder “You and I both know that if there was anything you could have done, you would’ve done it. Everything turned out okay, so there’s no need for the what-ifs..” His voice mumbled before he drifted off to sleep; he did have school the next day, after all.
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The next morning, Midoriya woke up to his alarm and took a quick shower before brushing his teeth and getting dressed in his school uniform. He hadn’t really noticed the contrast in doing those activities now to when he was doing them at the old apartment. Before Aizawa and Yamada took him in, the tasks were tiring and dull, but now they were just tasks, something he could do without thinking twice about them. It was a good contrast.
When he finally emerged into the living room, he saw both of his parents in their hero get-up, getting ready to go to UA. Wait- both? Yes. Shouta was there, his arms wrapped in bandages, making him look like a Minecraft villager; most of his face was wrapped too, his eyes being the only exception. Yamada was clearly not happy with it, but nothing was said. As they made their way to UA.
Oboro had decided to follow Aizawa around today, so Izuku arrived at his homeroom alone, though that didn’t really last long as Mei dragged him to the test labs, explaining that Powerloader mentioned to her that they could use homeroom to put the final bits on the projects before it was graded.
“The testing phase of our first baby together! Let’s see if it works as imagined!” She yelled as she turned it on. They had a plastic-wrapped dummy there to test the ink compartment. They didn’t want it to get messy after all. The device worked just as planned; the device pinged Powerloader, and they made sure it was only him so that the other teachers wouldn’t get a scare. Everything was working just as planned. When the ink splattered over the dummy, they tried to wipe it off and, as planned, it didn’t clear. They removed the wrap and placed it into the bin, putting a replacement cartilage into the device before exiting the room and gathering all their blueprints, as well as a copy of the code to hand over to Maijima-Sensei to grade.
Midoriya was glad it worked well. Both he and Mei returned to their respective seats as the rest of the projects were handed in as well.
“Thank you, everyone, I appreciate that you didn’t get adequate time to actually put the finishing touches on your projects, so don’t worry, I will grade them fairly with the time you had. Now, before you go to your other lessons, it has been decided that the sports festival is coming up and while participating isn’t mandatory for this course, participation will come with benefits because, much like the hero course, we have internships too. From now until the sports festival, you can make any devices that will aid you in the games; the more attention you bring to yourself, the better offers you will get. There is, however, a list of companies that will take any student regardless of their performance, so it depends on what you want to do. If you don’t want to participate, you may either finish off some of your own projects, or you can help someone else.” Their teacher rattled before the bell went, leaving them to scramble to grab their stuff before making their way to English.
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Their English lesson went quite well. Hizashi had this way of making even the most boring things seem interesting. It was nice. At the end of the lesson, after the class filtered out, Izuku approached his desk, wringing his hands as he did. This was something the blonde noticed as he pulled his hands apart gently, “Everything okay, kiddo? If you’re worried about Shou, he’s fine. I’ve been checking in on him!” The soft smile helped calm the teen's nerves as he hugged the man, who seemed surprised but happily reciprocated.
“It’s not him, but I’m glad he’s okay.. I don’t think I want to participate in the sports festival though… is that okay? Maijima-Sensei said we didn’t have to, but that if we did, we would get more impressive offers for an internship, but I really don’t want to participate.” Midoriya mumbled. He didn’t want to disappoint them, but he didn’t want to make a fool of himself.
There was a pause before the hero squealed like a teenage girl, “Izuku! You could join Shou and me in the announcer’s booth! You wouldn’t have to say anything if you don’t wanna, but it’ll be super cool to have your company since Shou will most definitely be grouchy, ya dig?”
And just like that, all of his nervous energy vanished as he smiled and nodded, “Yeah! Okay! Will I be allowed to, though? I don’t wanna get anyone in trouble or anything.” Yamada gave him a soft smile before shaking his head “I promise you that it will be fine, yeah? I’ll speak to Nedzu before, now you should probably hurry along before you miss your whole break. I’ll see you later.” The hero bravely planted a kiss on the top of the teen’s hair before watching the run out in order not to miss his entire break.
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Yamada Hizashi made his way to the teacher’s lounge after talking to Nedzu about Izuku staying up in the announcer's booth with him and Shouta. Surprisingly, the Principal seemed more than happy to oblige without him even having to explain why or anything, but that was fine. Made less work for him. He was happy to be able to see Shouta and talk to him about Izuku staying with them for the festival.
Walking into the teachers' lounge was an odd experience, though, considering the light over Yagi’s head kept flickering, only that light, too. If he moved, the light would change to the one he was under. His pens kept flying off the desk, and his monitor would turn off every time he tried to use it. After sitting on the couch near Shouta to talk about their kid, because yes, Izuku was their kid, Yagi gave up and opened his lunch, which suddenly flew across the room and landed on the floor. That seemed to be the final straw for the guy who angrily cleaned it up before storming out, muttering something about going to see Nedzu. If Yamada wasn’t already too excited about Midoriya joining them in the announcers' booth, he may have questioned what was happening, but hey, sue him.
The whole thing was kind of amusing to watch; even Shouta cracked a few smiles here and there. Well, it wasn’t like you’d be able to tell in his mummified state, but Hizashi knew; the way his eyes crinkled slightly gave him away, even if no one else had noticed.
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The day of the sports festival had finally arrived. Izuku was dressed in a grey hoodie and some jeans; no one would really see him, so he didn’t mind what he wore. He followed the two up into the booth where he would spend the rest of the day. Shouta really was looking grouchy. Hizashi didn’t lie about that one. Speaking of the blonde, he looked right in his element. Midoriya just guessed that the man liked to be loud.
Oboro was also following them, talking to Izuku about all the pranks he had played on All Might through the week. He knew the kid wouldn’t respond in the presence of the heroes, but boy, did he like to talk. After they all got settled into their chairs, they commenced a mic check before Yamada looked at Izuku. “Okayy, kiddo, we’re all set up, yeah? If you want to talk to us about something, but don’t want it to be aired to all of Japan, just give us a wave, ya’dig?”
Midoriya nodded before spinning around in his rollie chair, zipping across the small room on it with a smile before eventually coming to a stop at his bag. He grabbed his phone and opened the group chat, which was currently going off; thankfully, his phone was on silent. This time, he didn’t bother reading the old chats, just looking at the new ones.
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CarrotKicks: Who’s excited for the sports fesivalllll
RedWings: I got stuck on work so I can only watch it in between breaks :/
CarrotKicks: Sucks to suck, aye feathers?
RedWings: look who’s talking Judy Hopps
CarrotKicks: Wanna go birdie?
SecondPlace: This conversation is pitiful. You two are adults. Act like it.
CarrotKicks: As if you’re any better ¬¬
RedWings: Yikes.
GreenSprite: Hi guys! You’re watching the sports festival too? That’s super cool!
CarrotKicks: Totally, kid, when the lineup comes out, we should all pick a random kid and bet on who wins.
GreenSprite: Doesn’t that seem wrong? I’m sure everyone is trying their best!
RedWings: Sure, they are, but this is just for fun! Lighten up kiddo
GreenSprite: Hmm, I dunno! Oh! The lineup is starting!
SecondPlace: Isn’t it obvious? Shouto is going to win!
RedWings: Calm your role, my money’s on the kid with a bird head! Tokoyami or sthm
CarrotKicks: Yeah, that’s so typical of you two. I’m gonna make my guess during the first round, when I can actually see their quirks!
GreenSprite: I think Bakugou has a pretty good chance. I used to know him. He’s the one who did the speech.
RedWings: “I'm gonna win” Doesn’t that seem egotistical to you?
GreenSprite: Well, yeah, but that means he has confidence and for good reason, his quirk is pretty powerful.
SecondPlace: He won’t beat Shouto. A decent second place, but Shouto will come first.
GreenSprite: Uhh, sure. I’m sure you’d know all about second place, considering your name and all. I guess we’ll see.
GreenSprite is now offline.
RedWings: Wow he really clocked you, aye?
CarrotKicks: I’m dying! That was the best! Who is this kid?!
SecondPlace: Stupid kid.
SecondPlace is now offline.
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Midoriya huffed that guy was sure rude, and who went around calling kids you don’t even know by their first names? It didn’t really matter, though, over his shoulder, Oboro was crying tears of laughter.
The first game started, and it was an obstacle course; the number of students was too large to gauge who would place, but when it narrowed down, he could really start analysing it.
The match was intense, with Katsuki Bakugou winning, Shouto Todoroki in second place, Fumikage Tokoyami in third, Ochako Uraraka in fourth and surprisingly Mei in fifth. The gear she made must have been really good. Izuku did offer to help, but it was turned down as she wanted the world to see what she was capable of all by herself, which was fair. After the first 42 passed, they ended the first game in order to move on to the next. There was a break so they could get the arena ready for the Calavry Battle.
Whilst they were waiting, the students still in the games were told to get into teams of 2-4. After this round, the number of people still in the game would be reduced to 16 students, which was crazy to think about.
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Mei teamed up with Uraraka, Shinsou and Kirishima. The team-up wasn’t a bad outcome; Kirishima could withstand the blows from Bakugou with Mei’s inventions and Uraraka’s quirk, they could get above ground, and Shinsou, well, Izuku hadn’t seen him use his quirk properly yet, but it had something to do with controlling people, which would be really handy to ward off competitors or gain more headbands. With Mei and Uraraka scoring quite highly, combined with the others, they should have enough to get through to the next round, but you could never be too careful-
“Kid. That’s some insightful analysis there, but we’re about to turn the mics on.” Aizawa spoke, shutting the kid up effectively as he slammed his hands over his mouth. The action earned him a snicker from Oboro, whom he quickly glared at when Present Mic started to talk.
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Todoroki’s team ended up in first, Bakugou’s in second, Mei’s was third and Monoma’s fourth. It would make for an interesting last round. The students were sent to lunch as the arena and match-ups were made.
It was:
Shinsou-Kendo
Todoroki-Sero
Shiozaki-Kaminari
Iida-Hatsume
Ashido-Aoyama
Tokoyami-Yaoyorozu
Tetsutetsu-Kirishima
Uraraka-Bakugou
The rounds were interesting and action-packed. Shinsou won against Kendo, but when Hizashi pointed out his quirk and how it worked, which earned a scowl from Aizawa, his fate was sealed for his next round. Todoroki won against Sero by trapping him in ice the minute the match began. Shiozaki wins her round against Kaminari. Iida won against Hatsume after Hatsume walked out of bounds when she was done explaining her equipment. Ashido won against Aoyama, Tokoyami against Yaoyorozu, Tetsutetsu and Kirishima had a draw but agreed on Kirishima continuing, Bakugou against Uraraka, and theirs was an intense fight.
Shinsou then lost against Todoroki. Iida was called out, so Shiozaki won by default, Tokoyami won against Ashido, and Bakugou became the victor in his match. So then it was time for the semi-finals.
Todoroki won his match, and Bakugou won against Tokoyami, using his quirk to scare off dark shadow and blow the student out of bounds. Then came the final match; tension was brewing, but due to Todoroki being too stubborn about his fire, Bakugou won the match in under eight minutes.
When they were all placed on the podium, Bakugou had to be restrained because of how angry he was. Midoirya could only assume it was because he didn’t feel like he had a fair fight. Then All Might appeared. Fucking All Might to give the medals. It caused a scoff out of the green-haired teen as Yamada finished off the commentary, and they were finally able to go home.
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Izuku decided he would take his internship in Hosu, mainly due to the reason that he’s never been there before and he heard the city was beautiful at night. After reassuring his parents he would be fine and promising he would message when he could, he got onto the train with Oboro, who decided Izuku did not need to be alone. It was nice. Oboro was comforting.
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When they arrived at the building, the people there were very kind toward him, whilst they told him how his internship would go. They explained that they would basically get free rein to make a single item with the help of professionals, making sure it was safe to use. They also mentioned that he would be taught a few things, from wiring to welding to planning for everything. He was given a quick lesson on how to properly plan a blueprint before each one of the interns got to plan their own for the item they decided to make.
That was when Izuku remembered those Nomu things Oboro had said attacked his dad. If there was one, there were probably more, so he wanted to make a device that would aid in the take-down of the zombie-like creatures as well as villains. Maybe a short-term paralytic gun of some sort would work? Or a patch you could use with a tiny needle that’ll inject you with a drug to make you pass out. Though Izuku didn’t think he could really justify using strong sleeping drugs without knowing a person’s allergies or how they’d take it, it was a fine last resort, but Izuku was only a teenager and shouldn’t be put in charge of messing with something like that.
Tasers and stun guns alike have been around for ages, but they were bulky and easy to see, so when they were going to be used, the villain would effectively avoid them, rendering the weapon useless.
Midoriya decided he’s going to fix that long-term dilemma with a simple project called ‘The Hive’. The Hive would be a device that would hold small metallic bees. The bees could be controlled by remote like a drone, so that they will embed their ‘stinger’ into the skin and administer an electrical charge, powerful enough to knock someone out or, at the very least, shock them to make room for an attack. The fact they’d look like bees was to avoid arousing suspicion. The bees' eyes would be cameras so the user can clearly see the target without getting close. On paper, the design looked simple, but it would be harder to recreate. By the end of the day, he could probably have the bees built along with the remote, and the next day, he could link the two up and add the electrical element to the bees. The day after that, he could create the box to keep the bees in, and hopefully, the building had microscopic cameras because the teen had no idea how to make one of those. If not, he would find out over the few days of his internship and attempt to make and add them. Simple, right?
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It turns out the idea was a good one and one well-liked by his mentors, one man who had hot pink, spiky hair offered to make the cameras for him after he gave the size requirements, which Izuku happily did, bolding asking if the man could send him some reliable sights on how to build cameras of all sizes which earned him a huff and a pat on the head.
By day one, Izuku had finished the bees and remote, thanks to the mentors who helped with the wiring and welding.
By day two, he had successfully linked both devices to one another, having to carefully take the outer shell of both off to do so, but skillfully putting them back together. He did, however, have a little difficulty making the charge on the small things big enough to stun a villain or Nomu. Oboro had mentioned just how big it was, so it would take a lot more than a zap to stop them. Fortunately, one of the Support Techs working there handed him a higher-voltage battery to work with. So now would have to see how well they worked before adding in the camera eyes. Testing it was a fun experience, seeing the zap collide against a reactive metal as a machine read out how powerful the little guy was.
By day three, Midoriya had perfected all the little touches and established a link between the camera type and a monitor on the remote, but the cameras wouldn’t be ready to use until later that evening, though. So Izuku asked if he could test them in the wind; he needed to make sure they would work with all types of weather. His mentor agreed but made him promise to be back within the hour and not to use them on anyone. Who would do that anyway?
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Izuku and Oboro were now on the roof of a building, about to test the project, when there was a crash in the distance. That was fine, whatever it was, the heroes probably had it handled. It took a few more bangs and crashes for Izuku to look up from his conversation and- Oh Kami. Hosu was on fire.
Oboro ushered the teen down the emergency fire escape before they began to run back to the internship for safety. They weren’t that lucky, though, before they came through an alley. An alley with one bleedy hero pressed against a wall and someone else on the floor, hovering over them was a guy with a knife. Midoriya didn’t think twice before firing one of the bees at the one holding the knife. The villain paused, shaking a little before collapsing to the ground. Whilst Shirakumo scolded the teen, Izuku quickly moved the guy off of the one on the ground… “Iida? What’re you doing here? My gosh! Are you okay? You should probably get up! He won’t be down for long!”
“Midoriya..? Midoriya! Watch out!” The gruff voice of the navy-haired teen yelled, just before Oboro ripped him out of the way of a swinging knife. The villain stomped on Iida’s back, rendering him unconscious.
“Another pathetic fake hero? Leave now, and I won't cull you like these two.” The villain groaned, getting up from the ground. All Izuku could think about was how ineffective The Hive was. Hey, it was a work in progress. Everyone in the alley was looking at him like he was out of place, which made him uncomfortable, so the green-haired boy decided to reply, “I’m not a hero, but leaving two extremely injured people in an alleyway with a villain doesn’t seem very heroic! So um.. Please leave? I want to help them.”
Welp. If he were to die, at least he would die politely. Who says please to a villain? The villain in question seemed to think the same thing as he barked out a laugh, “Not a hero, and yet, way more heroic than most. I will not allow you to save them. Fake heroes need to be culled. If you do not get in my way, you will live.” Midoriya was about to groan at this guy's awful logic before Iida cut in, “Midoriya! Please! That is the Hero Killer: Stain! This is my fight! Not yours! You’re not even a hero!”
Midoriya went pale, and Oboro began screaming to get out of there and call someone, but the teen knew better. By the time the phone even rang, two people would be dead, and Midoirya Izuku was not going to have those deaths on his hands. So he stalled; someone would find them eventually, right? “No offence, Iida, but it’s not like you can fight much whilst on the ground.. Plus, Mr Stain, your logic seems flawed. Hero society is awful at the moment, but hey! Everything’s awful all the time. No one is truly the best. I agree that a lot of heroes don’t deserve that title, ones who kill or use heroism as a cover-up do not, but ones who don’t have flashy quirks and can’t save every single person are still decent heroes! Killing them only makes the villain percentage increase, and then the heroes you think are the best have a lower survival rate! Nothing is black and white. Expose heroes, not kill them. Wouldn’t that be better? Playing God doesn’t end well for anyone!”
The statement actually made the villain pause and think before he scowled, “You make good points, but they aren’t good enough!” Stain charged at him, and then he felt a hand on his back before the alley was covered in a thick fog, a cloud?... Oboro! The cloud was dense around the villain, ensuring he couldn’t escape as Izuku gripped Oboro’s hand tightly “How are you-?” He started before Shirakumo cut in, “I don’t know, kid, but get the quirk-cancelling cuffs and some ropes from Native and apprehend him before it goes!”
Midoriya had never seen him like this before, so after a split second of shock, he ran to the passed-out hero and grabbed the cuffs and rope from his belt before effectively putting the cuffs on Stain and tying the rope around him. When he finished the last knot, the clouds disappeared, and Oboro backed away in astonishment.
The teen wasted no time in grabbing his phone from his pocket and calling Shouta, who, to his credit, picked up after a few rings. “Izuku! Yes, Zashi, I’ve got him. Are you okay? We’re making our way to Hosu. Were you injured at all? Stay in the internship building-”
“Sorry, I was too distracted to um pick up the phone.. I’m with Iida and Native; they’re seriously injured.. I’m not hurt, I’m wrapping their wounds in some of the clothes I ripped off from my hoodie to stop the bleeding, but Dad- The hero killer is here. I put Native’s cuffs around his wrists and tied him in rope, but I have no idea how well it’ll hold…”
“Kid, What? Zashi’s calling the police; they’ll come with a hero. What’s your location?” The worry in the tone was immense, overwhelming almost. Midoriya rattled off an address, staying on the phone as he carefully, and with the help of Oboro, lifted the three unconscious personnel out of the alley. Then he stopped touching Oboro just in case anyone saw him.
“Okay, kid.. They’re on their way. With two ambulances. We’re on our way too. Are you sure you’re okay? How the hell did you end up in that alley?” Shouta was mad, and yet even Izuku knew he meant the words out of extreme worry. “I’ll explain later. Is that okay? I know I’ll have to speak to the police anyway, and I don’t really want to explain it more than I have to. It was so scary.” After the man agreed and the sirens grew closer, they hung up.
It was just then that Hawks swooped in, whistling when he saw the three figures “You got Stain, huh? And he got them. The circle of life, am I right?” He asked with his usual smirk as he checked the ropes holding the villain. “Everyone’s alive! And I really didn’t do much! I stumbled upon them whilst trying to get back to my internship agency and he was about to kill Iida, so I did the dumbest thing imaginable and used one of my projects on him and it didn’t work so I tried to distract him until help arrived but he charged at me and I froze and suddenly there was this fog! And so I used it as a distraction, grabbing the cuffs and rope from Native before tying him up! I really didn’t do much!” Izuku sent a silent yet apologetic glance at Oboro for not mentioning him. The ghost was way too happy with being able to use his quirk again to care.
The number three hero listened to the guy speak before humming “Agency? You a heroling too?” To which the green-haired teen shook his head, “No, I do the support course at UA. I don’t really want to be a hero, not anymore anyway!”
Hawks straightened up a little “Yeah? Well, this is some pretty impressive stuff. If this is whatcha do when not trying to be a hero, I hate to see you as a competitor in the field!” The hero flashed a grin at his joke before continuing, “-hey, what’s your name, not-a-hero”
Midoriya nearly groaned before he replied, “Midoriya Izuku! It’s nice to meet you!” Having publicity from the number one hero wouldn’t be bad if only The Hive had worked, so that he could tell people about it. This truly sucked.
The Police and Ambulances arrived, and the paramedics collected the two injured heroes before zooming off again to get them help as the police grabbed the villain, placing the villain in the back of the van. Hawks gave Izuku a look as one of the policemen asked him to go for questioning. The winged hero patted Midoriya’s shoulder, “Hey! If I ever need support gear, you’ll be the first I ask for, not-a-hero!” He grinned before taking off, probably going to help out in some other part of Hosu as Izuku went with the policeman to the station.
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Midoriya asked to wait until his parents arrived before he spoke, which was a fine idea, as apparently, the Chief of Police wanted to talk to him as well. Izuku could only assume how that would go.
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When Shouta and Hizashi arrived, the look of relief on their faces was clear. Yamada held his chin, turning it left to right to look for any injuries like a doting mother, before hugging him tightly. Aizawa opted to ruffle his hair. Midoriya decided to fill them in on what happened after the phone call, “I met Hawks! They sent Hawks to check it out, and he was super nice! He said if he ever needed support gear, he’d come to me! How cool is that! He asked if I was a hero, and I said no, and he said that if this is the type of thing I do whilst trying not to be a hero, then he’d hate to have me as a competitor in the field! Oh! And now we’re waiting for the Chief of Police to arrive because he wants to hear my statement and talk to me.”
Hizashi reluctantly let him go and smiled at him, “Hawks does seem pretty chill when he’s on the news. It’s nice to know he’s like that in person, and it’s really cool what he said.” The blonde-haired man agreed before Aizawa chimed in, “it is cool, but please don’t do anything like that again, you really scared us, kid. Also, I owe you a thank you for saving Iida. I knew he shouldn’t have gone to Hosu, but I approved anyway, so thank you for making sure he stayed alive, kid. Even if you don’t plan on becoming one, your actions today made you a hero.”
Midoriya grinned before hugging Aizawa too, a part of him gleamed at being called a hero. “I don’t plan on ever doing that again. It was terrifying. I didn’t plan on it today either! I just knew if I were to leave to alert help, they would both die, and I didn’t want that..” Izuku mumbled. This time it was Hizashi who talked, “That is a good point, kiddo, but without the proper training, you could have easily died alongside them. We’re just worried about you, yeah?”
The teen nodded; he understood what was being said.
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The Chief of Police had a cool quirk, one that made him have a dog’s head. He could only wonder what an interaction between him and Sansa from the police station Tsukauchi worked at would look like.
As the interview went on, Midoriya told the truth to them all about what happened, including the illegal use of a support item, even if it didn’t work. He did, however, leave Oboro’s part out of it, giving the same cover story he gave to Hawks. The police left after the statement, leaving the teen and his parents in the room with the Chief of Police.
“What you did was extremely reckless, and that’s not even including the illegal usage of support gear. Laws are in place for a reason, and that reason is to keep people like you and others safe. That being said…” The man bowed as he continued, “Thank you. It is because of you that a dangerous killer is off the streets of Japan. You made Japan a safer place, and I apologise that you felt the need to step in because the other heroes and police were dealing with another crisis. Since your support project failed as it is, and we don’t know how the mysterious fog appeared, we’ll keep that out of the papers tomorrow, in addition to Iida Tenya’s involvement, but we will speak to him separately. We will also address you anonymously due to the fact that Stain had a lot of followers, ones that will be angry with his capture. We don’t want anyone coming after you. That being said, myself and a select few will always carry the knowledge of what you did for Japan.” The man nodded at the teen’s parents before leaving the room.
Midoriya grinned at himself, and Oboro looked just as happy. “Can we go visit Iida before we go home? Wait- am I going home or finishing up my internship?” The teen asked his parents, who both still looked worried. Aizawa was the first to speak, “I was going to visit the kid anyway, so you can come with us, and while you weren’t injured, you were still in a bad situation, so I prefer you come home, but the choice is ultimately yours.” Hizashi nodded in agreement to his husband's words as they made their way out of the station and to their car so they could get to the hospital.
Once in the car, Midoriya spoke up, “If it's okay, I want to go home.. Tonight was too much.” Aizawa nodded from the driver’s seat, “That’s fine, kiddo. We’ll stop by your internship building and let them know whilst you grab your stuff.”
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After informing the agency of his decision and grabbing their stuff, they visited the hospital to make sure Iida was alright. The doctor explained to Shouta that he would make a full recovery and was sleeping at the moment. So the trio took the road trip back home when Shouta mentioned he’d get the train over to visit tomorrow in order to scold the navy-haired teen.
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The night found the teen sitting in his bed, after reassuring the two adults that he was fine to go to sleep. Oboro was chatting to him about being able to use his quirk again, whilst Izuku apologised profoundly for not being able to include his help and heroic save for the record. The words were quickly waved off as Shirakumo was ever so understanding, saying he couldn’t have done it without Izuku anyway, so at the end of the day, they were both heroes.
After agreeing to privately test Oboro’s quirk, the ghost announced he was going to go walk through the alleys to find a cat to play with. Midoriya laughed a bit before waving him goodbye and settling into his bed to go to sleep.
Ping!
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Ping!
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Ping!
Oh for the love of- Midoriya picked up his phone, about to put it on silent before he saw the messages.
You have been added to ‘VK’s 4Ever!’
Another group chat? Just his luck. Of course, he would get added to another group chat. With a sigh, he opened it just to remove himself.
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Draculaura Added You and 6 Others!
Draculaura Changed 6 Names!
BurntToast: What the fuck is this?
Crispy: How did you get my number, crazy?
Draculaura: It’s to communicate efficiently! I added everyone who has a phone!
DoubleStandereds: Cool! This sucks! I’m so excited! No, I’m not!
Magic: What a fine idea!
BurntToast: This is going to go to shit.
NotALizard removed himself from the group chat.
NotALizard got added to the group chat.
Draculaura: Hey, don’t be like that! It’s a good idea!
NotALizard: fuck this. Going to bed.
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Midoriya turned off his phone. Was he cursed? Is that what was going on? Why did the universe insist on playing with him like this? Also NotALizard? That sounds like something a Lizard would say.
The teen turned over and let the night overcome him as he went to sleep.
Notes:
Enjoy because this took ages!
Have a good day!
Chapter 18: Figuring Things Out.
Chapter Text
Running, he was running through Hosu, everything was on fire, there were roars and crashes in the distance. People were screaming, and the sound of running was everywhere. Children cried, dogs barked, and Izuku was running. He couldn’t change directions; his path was set, and so was his fate. When he finally found himself in the same alley, Native and Iida were already dead, but it wasn’t just them. It was also Oboro, Aizawa, and Hizashi. They were all gone. Everyone was gone, and he couldn’t stop it. The Hero Killer looked up with a malicious smirk. “You couldn’t save them. I’d kill you too, but that would be a waste of my time. They call me The Hero Killer because I kill heroes, not useless brats like you. I mean, come on, you couldn’t even protect them. It’s your fault they died!”
Midoirya shook his head, choking back a sob “No! You killed them, so it was your fault, not mine! You didn’t have to do that.. No one forced you to do that, and you did it anyway! You’re a monster!” The teen cried out before Stain charged at him, and the dream dimmed, the five dead figures circling around Izuku, but their faces were different from normal. Iida and Native would whisper words of disgust ” Why didn’t you save us? We were right there. You could’ve stopped it. Yet you didn’t. Useless, worthless Deku.” Their voices were scratchy and unfamiliar. Oboro was holding a look of disappointment as he spoke, ”I took you in, you were like a little brother to me, and this is how I’m repaid? I second death? You must’ve really wanted to get rid of me, which is funny, seeing how much I wanted to leave a freak like you. The only reason I stayed was because it was the most interesting thing to happen to me in a while-” That wasn’t true! It wasn't! Oboro loved him! He loved Oboro.
Midoriya prepared himself when his dads went to say their piece, but all that was said was- “Izuku! Izuku, come on, kid, wake up. You’re home, it’s okay.” And suddenly the figures collapsed.
The teen shot up, the light in the hallway was on, and his door was open; he could hear the pitter-patter of the rain against the window. Sitting on the edge of the bed was Aizawa, with Yamada standing next to him. “What’s goin’ on?” the tired teen mumbled, his words slurring slightly as he had just woken up.
“You were having a bad nightmare. Do you want to talk about it? It might help. It helps me sometimes to talk to ‘Zashi when I have ones about the USJ.” The raven-haired man admitted, in the hopes it would make the teen more comfortable to share his experience.
Midoriya shook his head before pausing and nodding, “I don’t really know.. I was in Hosu again, but I arrived late. Native and Iida were already gone, and you two were dead too, along with my best friend. It was scary. I wasn’t able to help anyone…” He wiped the tears forming in his eyes, moving his arm away as Yamasa hugged him tight and Aizawa put a grounding hand on his shoulder.
The blonde spoke up, his voice was hushed and calm as he did, “You were there, kiddo, you did arrive in time and you did save them. No one died thanks to you. Now, do you feel up to some hot chocolate and a movie on the couch?”
Midoriya was really suspecting that the man had more than one quirk. He was the best. Although he didn’t want to be a burden for the adults, he really wanted to take his mind off the nightmare, and he loved watching movies with them. The way Shouta would make snide comments at scenes, and Hizashi would gasp dramatically before explaining the scene. It was nice, perfect even. So, without really giving it a second thought, the teen nodded, which led to them all sleeping on the couch as the sound of the movie played in the background.
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The first day back to school after the internships was nice. Mei was busy talking about all the cool stuff she got to make, which reminded him of how badly his invention failed. Trial and Error was the way to success; maybe he could ask the girl for her ideas to make it work the way he wanted it to.
In other news, the first project they were given got graded, and Izuku and Mei’s team got an A+. It was nice to see that something they made got a good score, especially since it was their first project together. The rest of the day moved pretty slowly until lunch arrived, which brought the two junior inventors to sit at their usual table in the cafeteria. Sometimes, others would join them when they couldn’t find a table for themselves, but it wasn’t always the case. This time, however, Izuku was surprised to see Iida sit himself next to him and Uraraks sit next to Mei. There were two more as well. Midoriya recognised them from the festival. Hitoshi Shinsou and Shouto Todoroki.
Iida was the first to speak, “Good afternoon, fellow students of UA! I hope you do not mind us sitting!” The sentence earned a quiet snicker from Shinsou. Mei looked at them before she talked to promote herself to make them all babies. Thankfully, everyone already knew what she meant due to the sports festival.
Midoriya gave them all a wave, “Hello! I’m Izuku Midoriya, and that’s Mei Hatsume. We’re from the support course. I already know your names from the sports festival, and now that I’m talking about it, you probably know Mei’s for the same reason..” The boy sighed to himself.
The conversation flowed from there. Mei was asking about quirks to make babies for them, and so the four hero course students, although looking a little out of place, explained them. Now, he knew all about their quirks except Shinosu and Todoroki was a confusing case as well, and he didn’t seem to want to use half of his quirk. The purple-haired teen explained his quirk in detail, and Izku couldn’t stop the words that formed in his mouth: “That’s so cool! Your quirk is so practical for heroics, and if you go underground, your takedown percentage would be through the roof! It would be even better with a voice changer of sorts!” The statement caused Hitoshi to look shocked, but before he could reply, Mei was loudly planning a voice changer, having to switch it up completely when the brainwashing teen
mentioned his quirk didn’t usually work through electronics.
Uraraka talked about how efficient it would be, which Iida agreed to. Shinosu looked a little embarrassed about the attention he was getting, so Izuku decided to take pity and change the subject for now. “Hey, Todoroki-kun? If you don’t mind me asking, why don’t you use both sides of your quirk?”
The table went silent. Everyone but Mei seemed to just stare at him before looking at Todoroki; they must have been curious too. It took a while before the teen spoke up, “My ice is from my mother, and my fire is from my father. I refuse to use his quirk. I’ll become a hero without any recognition of him, my own hero.”
The three other hero course students seemed to be confused, and so was Izuku. Mei didn’t really look indifferent; she was planning out the voice changer on paper.
So, with everything still quiet, Izuku spoke again. “Well, that sounds kind of stupid? I mean, I get you want to be your own person and everything, and that’s really admirable, but not using your fire will only weigh you down. Quirks are created to be used together. If you use only your ice and not your fire, then you’ll eventually get frostbite or you’ll be faced against a strong villain and be forced to use it, but by that time, you can’t control it. Don’t get me wrong, you’re powerful either way, but if you’re not using your quirk because you don’t want to be associated with him, it’s kind of like he’s taking a part of you away forever. Your quirk is apart of you. It’s got nothing to do with your father.”
There was a moment of silence before any decided to talk. Iida and Uraraka jumped in to assure Todoroki that he should at least train his other quirk. The duo-haired teen looked down and stayed quiet before looking straight at Midoriya “Thank you for your insightful knowledge. I will do my best to use it.”
From there, the rest of the conversation seemed to flow nicely until the bell rang. Iida gave him a note before leaving. Izuku sighed and headed to his next class with Mei, pocketing the note to read later tonight at home.
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Dear Midoriya Izuku,
I would like to express the gratitude I feel toward you for saving mine and Native’s lives. You acted way more heroically than I did, but I will become a better hero for both my brother and me. Thank you for giving me that chance, and I swear to you that I won’t waste it! If you ever need anything, please do not hesitate to talk to me. I have added my phone number at the bottom. In addition to all that, I apologise sincerely for putting you in a tricky situation and for not being able to say this face-to-face. I do not want to arouse suspicion, as this is meant to be kept secret. However, if you are okay with it, I would like to become your friend and then apologise and thank you in person.
Until tomorrow at lunch, friend.
-Tenya Iida.
Izuku smiled. He made a new friend! He was glad Iida was doing better. He put the note on his nightstand as he changed out of his uniform. After that, he sent Iida a quick message so as not to worry him. He didn’t want the guy to think he didn’t want to be friends. It was a simple message of ‘I’m glad you’re safe and I’d love to be your friend’ but sue him, he was exhausted.
Just after he was about to go for a nap, Aizawa knocked at the door. Izuku told him to just come in; it was his house anyway. Why would he bother knocking?
The conversation that took place was a brief one. Aizawa said that next week, his class was doing a training camp, and Aizawa would be going with them and wouldn’t be around or have signal during that time. The news didn’t bother Izuku per se; he knew his dad was strong and he’d be back within the week, so it wasn’t the worst news he’d ever heard. Then the conversation took a turn. “My class went to the mall today to shop for the trip, and one of the students got cornered by Shigaraki, the man who led the USJ attack. He has a decay quirk, so she couldn’t get out of the ‘conversation’ with him without casualties. From her report, she said that Shigaraki seemed really annoyed that all the attention was on Stain and not him. I’m not telling you this to scare you, I’m telling you this so you’ll understand when I tell you to be safe and don’t go anywhere alone. We don’t know how powerful Shigaraki is, and I do not want him finding out about you taking down Stain, okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll be safe. Um.. who got attacked? Are they okay?” Izuku replied to his Dad, the man was worrying over nothing, the police covered it up, and Midoriya never wanted to find himself in a similar situation.
Aizawa ruffled his hair before sighing, “Ochako Uraraka. Do you know her? Aside from the festival, that is. And she’s fine, a little bruising and quite the scare, but she’s all fine.”
Midoriya frowned. Uraraka was attacked? That wasn’t good. It was good she was okay, though, quite relieving. “Yeah, I know her; she sits with me and Mei at lunch sometimes, Iida too and more recently, Shinsou and Todoroki. She’s super nice and ambitious. I’m glad she’s okay.” The hero sighed and patted his shoulder “Yeah, she says she’ll be back in school tomorrow and insists she doesn’t need the day off, so you can talk to her then, okay? ‘Zashi is cooking dinner, he says it should be ready in fifteen minutes.” Just like that, Shouta was gone.
Izuku decided to pull his phone out once again. He planned on asking Iida to tell Uraraka that he was glad she was okay, but before he got the chance, he noticed the ‘VK’s 4Ever!’ group chat had a lot of new messages. Oh right. That. He decided to see what’s going on, call him nosey but they added him.
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Crispy: I hate society! That was my attack at Hosu, my nomus, and they have the fucking nerve to put the spotlight on Stain?
BurntToast: Calm down, aren’t we working with Stain anyway? Why does it matter?
Crispy: It matters because the league’s rep stats rn’t goin’ up! We need to be fully maxed out if we want to beat the big boss, and we’re nowhere near that level!
DoubleStandards: They’ll know we helped bc of the Nomu! No, they won’t!
Draculaura: Yeah! Twice is right!
Crispy: wtv @BurntToast is everything ready for your attack on UA training camp?
BurntToast: Yh. We’re all good.
Crispy: Good, we need that Bakugou kid with us. Society will crumble when they find out that the kid who won the sports festival decided to join the League of Villains when UA failed him.
Draculaura: Yes! And I get blood! So many different types! Theres so many cuties in the hero course! Like that Ochako! The one you talked with today! Is she cuter in person?! Is she? Is she? I can’t wait to see her covered in blood!
Magic: I’ll put on my best show yet to get the boy!
Crispy: You all better do ur jobs.
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Nomu? Attacks? The League of Villains? Just Izuku’s luck. Now he was going to have to talk to his parents about it and hope they don’t get mad for whatever reason.
So, Izuku got up, walked toward the kitchen where Aizawa was sitting at the table, and Hizashi was cooking. “Hi, little listener! How was school?” The blonde asked as he entered the room. Shouta looked up. “It was fine. Um.. I have horrible luck. A while before I met you guys, I was added to this group chat, and the chat wouldn’t let me leave, so I just tried not to bother them. Which worked out well! No one gave out personal information or anything, it was actually nice to have people to talk to, y’know? Anyway! The same thing happened last night, but I think I'm someone else? I tried to leave and got added back. I was really tired, so I decided to go to sleep, but when I went on my phone today, I saw.. Concerning messages. They’re talking about Nomus and attacks, and they called themselves the league of villains, so either they’re horrible at roleplay or I got added into a group chat with the league of villains.” Izuku rambled at the speed of light before handing the phone, open on the chat, to Aizawa. It felt like the world went quiet around them; only the sizzling from the food could be heard.
The silence was broken by Hizashi as Aizawa read the messages. “Whoa, kiddo. What a day, huh? This has happened before, you say.. What a coincidence! We have a heroes chat that Nedzu made, and he accidentally added a number! They named themself GreenSprite when they figured they couldn’t leave! Maybe you two have the same type of phone!” The man joked to bring the spirits up a little, frowning slightly when he saw his kid go red in the face “Kid?-” He began, but it was swiftly interrupted but the teen himself. “Or the same phone! Lemme guess, you’re Loud and Bright and Dad is Coffee.”
Izuku had the worst luck. Shouta looked up at him “This is concerning. I’ll get in touch with the police. They might have to take your phone for a bit, okay?” Hizashi laughed, ignoring his husband “Wait, you’re GreenSprite! That’s so cool! I can’t wait to tell Nem! She Miss18+ by the way!” Midoriya nodded toward Aizawa, who left the room to make a few calls.
“It’s embarrassing! You can’t tell anyone! I can’t want my teacher to know! Please,” The kid waved his hands around as Yamada chuckled “,okay-okay- I’ll tell them but I won't say your name, just that Shou and I know who you are and all, is that okay?” The voice hero replied as the teen hugged him, mumbling a ‘thanks, dad’ which made the blonde grin ear to ear. He loved his kid.
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A few hours passed, and the police now had the kid’s phone. Midoirya had turned to bed as he was exhausted, so it was finally Yamada’s time to strike. He opened the group chat,
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LOUD&BRIGHT: Shou and I know who GreenSprite is! We met him! He doesn’t want me sharing his name, but how cool is that?
Miss18+: Whattt?! Zashi! First you won’t lemme visit my lil nephew whom I wanna spoil and now you’ve gone and met GreenSprite without me? You’re so meannnn!
LOUD&BRIGHT: Hey! Our kid is pretty shy alright and it’s Shouta that’s against it, not me
Coffee: For good reason.
Miss18+: Betrayal!
RedWings: I didn’t know you had a kid
TheNextCatapillar: Yeah, @LOUD&BRIGHT only ever talks about him all the time.
IWantToSuckYourBlood: Coffee does too.
CarrotKicks: GreenSprite earned my respect when he told it to SecondPlace in the Sports Festival! That was pretty funny. He’s brave.
RedWings: Well, congrats on the kid?
LOUD&BRIGHT: Yeah, he’s pretty great.
Coffee: He’s a problem child, but a good one.
Chapter 19: The League.
Notes:
Sorry y'all, this one's short, the next one is tense tho. Enjoy bros
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The week passes in a flash, and the police and heroes band together, using the information from the chat, to set up an ideal time to capture the league. They used the IP address from the phone and tracked it to a bar in Kamino.
The police decided the best time to attack would be before the league’s planned attack on the training camp. They didn’t want to accidentally tip the league off when none of the students were there, but that meant their time to plan was insufficient.
The heroes who were participating in the fight consisted of Hawks, the entire team of the Wild Wild Pussycats, Present Mic, Eraserhead, Midnight, Snipe, Ryuko, Mirko, Edgeshot, Kamui Woods, Gran Torino, Mount Lady and Endevour.
All MIght was kept on standby. They had no clue how many villains would attack, what their quirks were, and how skilled they were, so they needed to gather everyone they could to keep the attack quick and efficient. However, due to the pull of top heroes, the attack would not go unnoticed, and it would be stupid to assume there wouldn’t be any collateral damage. To get through this, they surveyed the area to look for the proximity from their hideout to the civilians. Then they set out for an evacuation the morning of the attack. The police, not in uniform, would go over to the houses and escort the civilians out. It was risky, but they didn’t want anyone to get hurt.
The attack took place in the early morning, and they ended up taking the league by surprise. Kamui Woods wrapped the villains in his branches, and Edgeshot used his quirk to ensure Kurogiri couldn’t make a quick getaway. The league went down easier than expected. They loaded the angry villains into the back of police trucks using quirk-cancelling cuffs so they couldn’t fight back.
The heroes had been expecting a little more of a fight, so they weren't surprised when the Nomus showed up with a man who resembled Darth Vader from those pre-quick movies. There were a ton of nomus, none of which looked like the one from the USJ.
The heroes moved quickly.
Most heroes took on Nomus whilst the last villain attempted to take out the heroes. That’s when the Symbol of Peace intervened. He yelled the name ‘All For One’ as he began his final fight. The battle wasn’t all that glorious. All Might got the upper hand a few times, but was sustaining the most injuries. Well, that was until Eraserhead used his quirk. That’s when everything took a turn. The villain laughed before chucking the number one hero toward the underground hero, causing him to blink. And just like that, All for One was gone.
The fight with the nomus lasted a while, but once they were all defeated, the injured heroes went to the hospital and the rest did their paperwork, completely unaware of the storm that was brewing.
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Midoriya jumped up from his place on the couch as the door creaked open, running toward Shouta and Hizashi, who were now home. Thankfully, there were no serious injuries. The kid wrapped the adults in a hug, which was quickly reciprocated. “It’s late, kid, you should be in bed. ‘Zashi and I are fine, probably in need of a shower, but fine. There were no fatalities, and the majority of the league is captured.” The gruff voice of the underground hero spoke as he ushered the teen into bed.
Izuku sat in his room for a little while. He heard the shower go on for a bit, then it stopped and went on again. Eventually, silence wrapped the house in a thick blanket, and yet Midoriya couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t shake the feeling that had begun to stir in the pits of his stomach. The feeling you got when something was seriously wrong, the one that occurred when you had made a mistake. How could he have made a mistake? The league was gone, in prison, so what had gone wrong? Maybe he just forgot an assignment.
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All for One was pissed. No, no furious? No.. Words couldn’t describe just how angry he was right now. He was with the doctor, having an operation, when the heroes attacked. He was quickly fixed up to health, thanks to the doctor, before he used his quirk to take him and a few Nomu to the fighting ground. Tomura’s league was already gone. It was a huge step back; now he had less time to get himself back to his prime, as he had to break them out of taurus. That would be the easy part. Someone had to pay for this inconvenience; he had to find out who that was.
It was times like this that the ‘Boogeyman’ was glad to have a lot of connections, connections to heroes, to police, hospitals and just connections. He had to find out what went wrong and who gave them up; that person would need to be punished by him and the league before they were killed. Perhaps turned into a nomu that they could kill again.
He could use it to his advantage to make Tomura Shigaraki angrier as well.
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It took an hour or two of constant calls to his contacts in the police force and heroes who had worked for him before he got his answer.
A group chat was created a little over a week ago by one of Tomura’s league members. She had added the wrong number for another one of the members, and it turned out to be a UA student. One that wasn’t even in the hero course. According to the man, he was a support course student at UA, and he was currently being fostered by Present Mic and Eraserhead.
There was nothing the guy couldn’t do. He didn’t have a hundred names for a reason. All for One was the biggest villain of all time, and extracting a kid, a quirkless kid, at that, wouldn’t be very difficult. In fact, it was going to be a nice pastime, watching and waiting. After living for a few decades, time was nothing.
Watch out, Midoirya Izuku.
Chapter 20: Uh-Oh..
Notes:
Sorry, guys, I went through a reading spiral and am slightly losing motivation once again. I swear I will keep trying, but I feel like these past few chapters I've written weren't my best work whatsoever. I'm just going to try and get it done, and when I do have motivation to add in detail, I'll go back and do so I'm really sorry.
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Midoriya woke from his dreamless sleep to rain smashing against the window near his bed. The rain was nice, it always was. It was still dark out, and the time on his phone read ‘4:00 AM’. The teen sat up and wrapped his blanket around himself in a cosy cocoon as he got out of bed. Oboro looked up from the book he was reading and frowned, “Hey, you don’t look so good. Everything alright?”
Izuku looked over as he replied, “Yeah, I think I’m okay? Not the worst I’ve ever felt. Just a little ill. I’m sure I’ll feel better after some food and water. If not, we can grab some medicine from the 24/7 corner shop.” The teen began to walk toward the door, his movements sluggish, which caused the ghost’s worry to increase. “You should probably talk to ‘Zashi and Sho. They can grab some medicine if they don’t have any already. You probably shouldn’t be going out in the rain like this; it’ll get worse.”
Midoriya groaned, walking out of the room and to the kitchen, grabbing a breakfast bar and a glass of water, and sitting at the table whilst he ate the food. “I don’t wanna bother them, ‘Ro. They had to deal with a big fight yesterday. They deserve a break. They don’t need me whining about a minor cold. They already do a lot for me, y’know? I don’t want to be even more of a burden.” He mumbled, drinking his water.
The statement caused Oboro to huff, “Kid. ‘Zu. You are not a burden. You have never been one, and you never will be one. Sho and ‘Zashi love you, and they would want to help. Shouta will be back from his patrol in about an hour, and ‘Zashi is asleep, so we can wake him up or wait on the couch for Shouta, yeah?” The blue-haired man tried to bargain, not wanting the teen to go out at 4:00 AM by himself in the rain and with a cold.
However, Midoriya is nothing but stubborn. “I don’t want to wake him up, that’s mean, and dad will be tired and cold as is. He doesn’t need to deal with me on top of that. It’s fine, I’ll dress warm and I’ll bring an umbrella from the closet.” The teen got up and walked back to his room to put on some warm, comfortable clothes. Oboro followed begrudgingly; he really didn’t like this idea, but knew that nothing he said could change his mind, so he would go with him to make sure nothing happened. They snuck out quietly, bringing the umbrella with the clear plastic top. Izuku had chosen this one so he could see the raindrops; it was nice to look at.
The walk wasn’t a long one, ten minutes at most. The teen had brought some money, the last bit she ended up leaving before he left to live with Aizawa and Yamada. It would be enough to buy some cold medicine. Oboro walked beside him, constantly observing, watching and waiting for danger to ensure Izuku wouldn’t collapse. Oboro was good at that, as an ex-hero course student, he was good at protecting, helping, and wishing to save.
The store was quiet at this time, and the attendant at the counter was dozing off every few seconds before seemingly jumping up to become more aware, just to doze off a little more. Rinse, wash, repeat.
Midoriya made his way to the needed aisle, looking for the cheapest and most effective medicine, as Oboro spoke up, “I’m sure they would’ve had some lying around somewhere. We could go back and check, that way you won't have to waste your money. I wish I had thought of this before we left.” The last sentence was a grumbled mutter.
“I don’t want to steal from them ‘Ro. What if they get mad? Plus, we’re here now. There’s no point in going back for a chance and then coming back for nothing. Y’know?” The teen retorted as he grabbed the best cold medicine he could find for cheap, heading toward the counter. Thankfully, due to his moving a little while away from his old apartment, no one here knew of his quirk status, so there were no extra charges.
Fortunately, the interaction was kept short, so they were out within the minute. Oboro followed like a duckling. The rain seemed to come down harder as the wind blew faster; other than that, it was quiet, no rustling, no voices or footsteps. There were ghosts, there were always ghosts. Some moved on, some stayed until they were at peace. Ghosts were usually quiet; there’s only so much you can say when you believe no one is listening.
The silence was broken by the roaring of a car, the tires screeching to a stop beside him. Oboro yelled at him to move away, but the teen was too sluggish, non-reactant. Shirakumo tried, he really tried, to drag him away from the car as a large man jumped to grab him. It was futile. His next thought was to activate his quirk, but the teen was shoved into the car, his umbrella falling to the ground as he went limp in the man’s grip. The man didn’t even notice when Oboro was made visible, and he disappeared when Izuku was taken away from his grasp. Maybe he didn’t care? What was the man’s quirk? Why did Midoriya pass out? His last thought was emotional support. The ghost jumped into the van as it began to drive off, sitting next to the passed-out teen. Leaving the umbrella and the medicine on the road, in the rain.
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Aizawa was finishing up his patrol and heading home; the rain stuck to his clothes like glue, soaking him. He would definitely need a warm shower when he got back. Maybe some coffee. Scratch that, definitely coffee. He really needed to ask Powerloader for a new waterproof jumpsuit because this was illogical. His previous one got destroyed in a scuffle with a villain on the trigger. ‘Zashi was mad at him that night, well, more worried than mad, but still. His sunshine got mad at him for the amount of coffee he consumed and his jelly packets, too. It was illogical. The jellypackets provided nutrients and vitamins on the fly, and his coffee provided caffeine so he could stay awake. That was logical. It wasn’t like he didn’t eat.
He was walking the streets, jumping across rooftops in these top-speed winds, and this heavy rain wasn’t the best idea. He was a trained hero; he knew he could keep himself safe, but he would rather not take the risk, get injured and land himself back in a hospital bed. He didn’t like hospitals, sure, but that look on his husband's face when he arrived is the worst. He also didn’t want to worry his kid again. He didn’t want their kid to cry like he did ever again. It was awful.
The underground hero squinted his eyes slightly as he saw an umbrella and a box of some sort in the middle of the road. Who would leave their umbrella in the middle of the road in this weather, or at all? Perhaps the person who got a lift didn’t want to get the car wet. It wouldn’t do any good on the road, so he walked over to pick up the items, just to move them aside, in case the person would come back.
The small box was cold medicine. Maybe they slipped when the person left? Yes. That was a logical solution. Well, that was until he picked up the umbrella and saw the tag. ‘If Found, Please Return to Shouta Aizawa: 07911678241’ That was his name and his phone number. It was his umbrella from the coat cupboard. He didn’t bring it out on patrol with him; that wasn’t logical, as it brought too many risks. So, with all logic thrown out of the window, he grabbed the two items and ran towards home. Hopefully, whoever had used it needed to run from something and ran home, leaving their stuff behind. He ran against the rain and wind as the sun began to rise, slamming the door to their home open, which startled his husband, who was making his way to the bathroom to start his morning routine.
“Shouta? You okay? What’s going on, babe?” The man immediately looked worried; this was an unusual act for the raven-haired man. “‘Zashi..” Aizawa began with a sigh of relief, dropping the umbrella to the floor as he closed the door with his foot. “You didn’t go out earlier, right?”
“No? Shouta, what are you talking about? And you’re soaked! You’ll catch a cold!” The blonde immediately began to scold, but the other just shook his head and made his way to their kids’ room. If Hizashi hadn’t gone out, there was only one other person who could have possibly had access to his umbrella. He gave a quick knock before waiting a second and opening the door… The room was empty. Izuku was gone. Their kid was gone.
“‘Zashi.. I found my umbrella and some cold medicine in the middle of the road, and Izuku is gone. His phone is still with the police. Fuck. Izuku is gone.” The Erasure hero weezed out, his mind clouding with thoughts. Logic was out the window.
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Oboro watched their kidnapper chuck their brother onto the concrete ground of a room. It had no windows, and the door was at least three inches thick. There was a leak from the floor above, producing a constant dripping noise. Once the door shut, Oboro checked on Izuku’s pulse to ensure himself that the kid was okay, and thankfully, he was. His next task was to search the area, looking for a possible way out or at least a way to signal they were in there to someone, anyone that would help. So that’s what he did, he walked through the door to the hallway they were just in, seeing a deadbolt on the door. They weren’t going to be able to escape without Izuku being out first, then. Well, not that way anyway.
The ghost floated to the floor above, to the room where the leak was coming from. In this case, the leak meant good news, as it was weakening the floor. With some effort, he and Izuku could break their way through. It was a bathroom. A communal one. Oboro, of course, knew where they were; he’d seen it, seen how they played it. They put the unconscious teen on a table, covering him with a white cloth and took him to the morgue in the basement of the hospital they were in. They then shoved him into this room when they were away from prying eyes.
To be able to do all this and keep him here meant one thing, and one thing only. Whoever they were up against, they were bad. They had power and influence. And they were located in a hospital. There’d be no way to catch this guy without damage. Move the patients out: you get suspicions and a possible escape. You don’t, and there may be casualties.
The bathroom was on the ground floor of the hospital. It wasn’t a bad escape attempt, but they’d have to be careful. He floated back down and sat by Izuku, waiting for the teen to wake up.
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The teen groaned as he woke up; he felt even worse. He was cold, his back ached, and his bed wasn’t comfortable. And- Wait, bed? This didn’t feel like his bed or any bed at all, for that matter. The realisation caused him to shoot up in a fit of panic, looking around the room, just to find nothing but Oboro. A guilty-looking, very upset Oboro. “‘Ro.. where are we? What’s goin’ on?” He groaned out, his voice a little scratchy from his cold.
The ghost snapped his head up, “Izuku! You’re okay. Thank god. You’ve been out for a bit, and I was getting worried you would be.. Well, I don’t know, in a coma or something. I have no clue what that guy’s quirk is, and seeing you like that, growing pale, it was just really scary, and I’m so glad you’re awake…”
Midoriya blinked a few times, slowly, as if trying to get the words through his head, “Oh.. sorry for worrying you.. I don’t really remember much.. There was a screeching sound, and it went fuzzy after..” Shirakumo frowned at the words but jumped to explain what happened. They were in this together after all. He needed to be there for the kid. “We were walking back to he house after getting some cold medicine, and a car pulled up. I tried to tell you to run, I tried to grab you, but the man was quicker; you were already knocked out and in the van by the time I even thought about attempting to use my quirk. I jumped in after you; there was no reason to stay. We’re in the basement of the hospital, and the only way I can really see us getting out is by breaking through the floor above because there’s a leak that’s weakened the flooring. The only issue with it is the pipes and someone finding out. Whoever kidnapped you is a powerful guy if he pulled off a stunt as large as this.. Oh Izuku.. I’m so sorry.. If I had just convinced you to stay home or helped you out fast enough, we wouldn’t be here. I’m so so sorry..” Tears fell from the ghost’s face as the teen hugged him tight.
“Wasn’t your fault, ‘Ro… I should’ve stopped being stubborn and started to listen. I think we need to wait for rescue. At least for now. If this guy is as powerful as you believe, escape is unlikely, and even if we do manage, they’ll find another way to get me, especially if we alert for help. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. We need to be smart about this. We need to send a message. Alert someone of where we are.” Midoriya mumbled, too sick to properly process what was happening; he knew, but it just didn’t feel real. That same floaty feeling appeared, the one that would be a constant when he was at his old apartment before his dads helped him.
“Zu, you don’t have your phone or anything, and I can’t talk without you. There isn’t a way to alert anyone in here, but I agree, we’ll wait. You’ll be okay. ‘Zashi and Sho don’t mess around. They love you, kid. They’ll be here as soon as possible, you’ll see.”
Izuku smiled, “Yeah.. Plus, I’d hate to see what Mei would do to them. Apparently, we don’t have time to use last names or honourifics, so I definitely don’t have the time to get kidnapped.” The sentence got a laugh out of both parties.
Oboro ruffled the teen’s hair “When you go to sleep, I’ll go back and check in on progress. If they don’t know anything, we should start thinking of plans that won't cause any danger to the vulnerable patients upstairs. It’ll be okay.”
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Yamada had been worried, to put it lightly, about the way his husband returned from patrol. Usually, he entered quietly, going for a shower before trying to get a nap in before he had to go teach, but that wasn’t the same for today.
Then Izuku was missing. They gathered from the cold medicine near the umbrella on the road that Izuku woke up not feeling well and decided to walk to a shop, of some sort, probably the corner shop and on his way back, he was taken.
Shouta had already called Tsukauchi and explained. The detective responded quickly, saying he’d try for cameras. Then he called Nedzu. Usually, Nedzu would be the last attempt, but it was their kid. And fuck anyone who disagreed.
They were on their way to UA under the instructions of their boss. He hoped Nedzu knew something; he hoped Izuku was safe. They may not have known him long, but he was a part of the family, and they would be damned if they let anyone break that.
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Upon arrival at UA, they were told to go to conference room 3, the larger one. There was still an hour before the staff was scheduled to arrive, it being 6:30 AM, classes began at 8:00 AM. With no one else really being here, Hizashi held Shouta’s hand, wanting and offering support. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed, if the slight smile on Shouta’s face was anything to go by.
The whiplash when they entered the room was strong. The UA staff was there, as well as a couple of top-ranking heroes. What was most eye-catching was the look on the Principal’s face. That grimace. That meant nothing good. The sheer sight nearly sent the voice hero into tears. Despite this, the two sat in the remaining seats.
“Thank you all for coming on such short notice. It has come to my attention that Izuku Midoriya, Aizawa-kun and Yamada-kun’s child was kidnapped this morning whilst fetching some cold medicine. He walked into the corner shop at 4:23 AM, left at 4:29 AM and walked down the street, where he was taken in a van without a license plate. You may think that this is a task for the police and not top heroes, but this is not the whole of the story. Before this, Midoriya Izuku was having issues with his phone, one with group chats in particular. He was accidentally added to the League of Villains’ group chat, which soon led to their arrest, as I’m sure you know. Whilst most were taken, their strongest, the mastermind, escaped. It is my belief that he got frustrated and took the poor boy. That is what makes it a matter for heroes as well as the police. I followed the van through cameras before it went through one too many blind spots, and I have yet to be unable to track it. The other group chat he was accidentally added to, and could not leave, was the one between the heroes in this room. He was named ‘GreenSprite’, I thought by telling you this, there would be motivation to bring him back, more than there already is.” Once the Principal stopped talking, there was silence. Sombre silence.
It was broken after a minute by the number three hero, Hawks. “Izuku Midoriya, as in that kid who took Stain down? The one I met? So he inadvertently took the league down, too? Not a hero, my arse. And he’s the Greenie from the group chat? The one who put Endevour in his place? I’d like to meet this kid properly after this is all over.”
Miriko raised her eyebrow “He took down Stain? Yeah, I’m with you on this one. I wanna meet this one.”
There was some chatter about the words before Yagi looked right toward Aizawa and Yamada and gulped before he spoke, silencing the others. “I am sorry. All for One, I was supposed to defeat him a while ago. I’m sorry that I’ve let him escape my grasp once more. Your son, Midoriya, he’s got green hair, right? Freckles? Went to Aldera. I need to apologise to him as well. So when we get him back, I’ll make sure to do just that.”
The Eraser hero glared at the skeleton, using his quirk, “I would hope so, and I don’t know why you have to apologise to him, but you will. Don’t place the sole blame on yourself either. We were all there; we could have all stopped it. We shouldn’t look at the what-ifs. We need a location and a plan. We need to get my kid back.”
Yamada chimed in, “our kid, but yes, what he said.”
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