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“MISS! What can you tell us about All Might as a teacher?” “What type of lessons does he teach?” “Hey, what has the ‘symbol of peace’ personally taught you?”
Insistent questions were fired off left and right, attention grabbing with how loud they were.
Steps faltered to a stop as a swarm of journalists bombarded any students that approached the entrance gate of U.A.
A few microphones hovered only inches from her face as hands signaled for her to start talking. Tsumi’s teeth ground and her jaw flexed.
“I think what you’re doing is rude as hell. Ambushing students in front of their school this early in the morning should be a crime in itself,” she wasn’t loud when she spoke, but her words cut sharp no matter.
Around, sharp intakes of breath sounded into the open air.
“Students these days are so rude!” “Can’t believe people like that aims to be a hero.”
Different versions of those phrases began repeating more as a few other students began to get irritated. Bakugou’s reporters were especially vocal about his demeanor.
One student hadn’t moved, though. Just stuck, surrounded by reporters.
Tokoyami stood stock still. Sleek black feathers stood up on end and his beak tucked, upturned eyes searched frantically for a way out.
He’ll be late if he doesn’t push his way through.
With how his knees were beginning to waver, Tsumi couldn’t shake the feeling. She decided.
A few steps to her left and a handful of less than gentle elbows, she made her way through the crowd. Her feathered classmate was only a foot away when she began to stretch her wings. The surrounding horde stepped back, avoiding being hit.
Now having enough room to breathe, Tokoyami looked at her. Patterned feathers fluffed as air sifted through her gently flapping wings. Her school bag hung from her shoulder as her brown hair swayed in unison with her hips.
Her boot came up to nudge his ankle forward. Unspoken words were shared as their eyes connected.
She followed behind as he stepped ahead, wings still outstretched enough to make room.
Questions were still thrown their way, but they stayed unanswered. Hard-set brows and half a snarl carved onto her face, she dared them to try halting them.
Only once they had passed the gate’s threshold did Tokoyami sigh deeply.
Soft sluggish footsteps to their right, both heads turned sharply.
Tired eyes, rumpled grey scarf, tousled black hair; Mr. Aizawa stopped to address the avian pair.
“Get to class,” he spoke monotonously. “Or don’t. The choice of detention is yours.”
Both of their bodies moved compulsively at his last few words, scurrying off down the sidewalk.
Chests slightly heaving, feathers ruffled from movement, neither spoke until the final stretch of hallway that led to the classroom.
“The aid you have lent me,” another breath, “I shall never forget. I shall find a way to pay you back for the efforts you have given.”
Head tilted and brows furrowed, she waved her hands back and forth.
“No, it’s okay. Really. I just figured I would help a little.”
“I am eternally grateful,” he said with a dramatic bow. A quick turn and he was entering homeroom.
In place, she revisited their conversation.
Does he have middle school syndrome? It sounds like it, unless he’s just a huge fan of the dramatics. It’s all good… i guess.
Inside the classroom, students spoke about the morning surprise that awaited them. Some annoyed with their insistent questions, others lived up to the momentary spotlight.
Head resting against her desk, Tsumi saw red shoes pass by.
“Midoriya,” she called out enough to catch his attention.
His whole body flinched before freezing up. Big green eyes shakily stared at her resting form.
“Yes?” His voice was wobbly, exposing his anxiousness.
“Come here once you’ve put your stuff away.”
Green curls bobbed as he nodded. His things were put away haphazardly. An audible gulp and a light squeak of his shoes, he drew near the tired eyed girl.
Back straight and feathers settled she took in the fidgety boy's appearance. Her eyes caught on exactly what she had expected, the same thing she had seen the past few days. His poorly done tie.
In a chiding tone she asked.
“Do you not know how to fix your tie?”
A sweatdrop ran down his temple at the question, a slight pout formed as pink dusted his freckled cheeks.
“Ah- Um, I’m just not very good at it right now…” Hands twisted together as he spoke.
“Would you mind if I fixed it?” Tone soothing, she tilted her head to the side to show her genuineness.
“Oh, sure. If you really want to, of course. You don’t have to, but I appreciate your concern. I don’t want you to have to force yourself. I promise to get better soon if you wouldn’t mind fixing it for me.” He had begun to ramble.
“Relax,” she said. Pale fingers moved upwards, towards his collar. A nail hooked into the main mess of the tie. A gentle pull let the whole thing come apart in her hand, showing how ill put together it was.
She could hear his halted breath, his eyes pointedly looked anywhere but her. His legs kept him rooted in spot, knees locked.
“I’m letting you know so you don’t overwork that brain of yours. I am not hating on you nor am I making fun of you by doing this. I just can’t let someone near me walk around with their flaws out in public.”
A sharp choking sound came from him before he collected himself properly.
“What do you mean?” Confused big eyes stared down at her, unspoken questions flashing in them.
Her nail briefly brushed against his neck, his face erupted in red.
“If something is going to be worn or be done, then it should only be done correctly. I don’t do half assed attempts.”
Green eyes widened for a second before his nerves eased.
“That’s… fair.” A final tug around his neck, finishing his tie. “I’ve never really thought about it like that! Thank you Hashimoto!”
With a pep in his step and a tie done right, he made his way back to his desk. Two seats over.
Behind, Bakugou let out an exasperated noise. A sharp turn of her head and she caught the end of his eyes rolling.
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Aizawa stepped through, no different than earlier, and stood at the front podium. Stacks of paper held in hand, he spoke.
“Hope you’re rested from yesterday’s battle trial. I took the liberty of looking at your marks and evaluations.”
Dark, tired eyes swept through the class until they landed right behind her.
“Bakugou. Stop acting like a seven year old. You’re wasting your talent.”
“Tch- I know.”
“And you.” Even without seeing, Tsumi felt the flinch from a few seats back. “Are you always planning on destroying your arms Midoriya?”
Aizawa went on a bit more about how he needs to work with his power in finding another way to use it.
“And Hashimoto.” Her head jerked up, “Don’t use your teammate as a weapon again, please.”
“Yes, sir.” Her own mouth formed a small pout. He deserved it though.
He then went on to critique the other matches, some a little more brutal than others, but critiqued nonetheless.
“Now let’s get on with the homeroom notices… I’m sorry to have to spring this on you all, but…”
Everyone tensed in preparation. Internal guesses at his next words flying through their minds.
“We need to pick a class president.”
“Finally, something school like!!” Someone cheered.
Hands flew up with different levels of excitement. Tsumi could hear Mina and Kirishima from across the room frantically waving their hands and exclaiming to garner attention.
“Be quiet!!” Someone else decided to be the loudest, drawing everyone’s eyes to them.
“This is a task laden with responsibility where you must carry and pull everyone else’s weight!” Iida’s pompous tone laced every word, “Just because you'd like to do it doesn’t mean you can! It is a holy office that requires the great esteem and trust of those around you… The only truly worthy leader will emerge from a democratic choice reflecting the will of the people!”
Is this just a long speech to suggest voting?
“Which is why this must be settled by a vote!!” Arm thrusted into the air his body shook with fire.
It was.
“It’s still too early to have developed any trust in each other,” Tsu pointed out.
“And everyone will just vote for themselves!” Kirishima added on.
“And that’s precisely why the person who does manage to earn multiple votes will be the truly appropriate person for the job, no!?”
“Y’know, I hate agreeing with him, but it’s not a bad idea…” Tsumi spoke up from her end of the room.
“Thank you Hashimoto!!” Iida then turned to Mr. Aizawa, “Is that all right, sensei!!?”
Said teacher was already putting one leg into his yellow sleeping bag, transforming into a worm. Inadvertently telling his students to leave him alone.
“As long as you all decide by the deadline, anything’s fine,” he said as he nested on the floor.
Tsumi didn’t know who she would vote for. She didn’t want it with how much stuff was already on her plate. Then, inspiration struck.
A small giggle escaped her, sounding more wicked than intended, as she wrote down their name and placed it in the ballot box.
Tsumi volunteered to count the selections and write them out on the board.
Slips of paper ran smooth in her hands. Tally marks left other students tense yet curious. 20 students. Who would come out on top? Who voted for others?
Chalk dusted the ends of her nails and flaked across the board. There was silence once the final tally was drawn.
The classroom erupted not long after, waking up Mr. Aizawa from his much needed nap.
“Four votes!?” came from Midoriya, who surprisingly had the most tallies.
“You have got to be shitting me!! Who the hell voted for deku!!?” Bakugou raged with full body trembles.
“Well, I guess we know who you voted for!” Sero joked beside him.
“Thcrew all that,” it was Mineta. “I wanna know who voted for Bakugou!!”
“No, seriously,” Kaminari questioned too.
“Hell yeah! At least one of you losers knows what’s up!”
“Zero votes… I see how it is!! I insisted on the sacredness of the role!!” Iida was mid breakdown.
“You voted for somebody else…” Yaoyorozu raised the question.
“Even though you wanted the job so badly… what are you doing, Iida…” Sato didn’t pull his verbal punch.
How did I get a vote…?
“Hashimoto…” Tokoyami spoke from behind her.
Her head whipped around to focus on him as her body followed after at a much slower pace.
“I apologize that my ballot didn’t land you the presidential spot. I’ll make sure to find another way to repay you.” His eyes shone with determination.
Ah… He’s the one to vote for me. I see.
“No, no. It’s okay. I didn’t even vote for myself,” she placated. “And besides, I told you it was no problem, really.”
Midoriya and Yaoyorozu walked towards the front as Mr. Aizawa began to inch his way out of his cocoon. The two students stood like two contrasting figures.
Yaoyorozu stood with poise and elegance. Her posture could not be rivaled and she carried herself with humble confidence. On the other hand, Midoriya’s shoulders rounded in on himself and his legs wobbled with surprise nervousness. His fists clenched with disbelief.
Dark shoulder length black hair framed his face while his scruffy facial hair accentuated his bloodshot eyes. With a tired final look over the class he declared.
“So then it’s president Midoriya and vice-president Yaoyorozu.”
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With the same group and table as the day before, Tsumi sat.
Her high protein low cal chicken mac and cheese’s aroma steamed into the air. Lashes fluttered as she wafted in its scent.
As Kirishima was about to slide in beside her, Kaminari pushed him out of the way. His forehead furrowed with confusion, the red head decided to not bite back and just sit down. Even when the blond sent a cheeky grin and a snicker his way.
Just as she was about to take the first bite of her awaiting food, Kaminari piped up.
“Sooo~ Hashimoto~,” his voice was honeyed as he moved to face her.
She turned to him with a raised brow, still waiting to eat.
“Saw you tying up Midoriya earlier, so what’s it take to get a cutie's hands like yours on me too?” His golden eyes peered up at her from below his lashes, captivating. “I say we start with a date between me and you and see where life takes us, y’know?” shoulders shrugged noncommittedly, trying to come off as nonchalant.
Around the table, everyone-except Bakugou- froze. Like with peak television they watched with bated breaths for the next scene.
She placed her ready made fork down before rotating her body to face the yellow blond.
Red eyes watched as her small hands cupped Kaminari’s chin, a finger on each cheek as she looked him up and down.
Head slightly tilted, empty black eyes examined his skinny frame and soft shoulders. Yellow blond hair laid like silk and his single black lightning bolt brought a cute edge to his appearance. His eyes were the most alluring part about him.
Gold was almost swallowed by his pupil as they watched her watch him. Goosebumps rose in wake of where her gaze moved, like a ghost of a touch.
Face still in her hand, his body began to shift.
Across from them, Mina and Tsu’s cheeks were reddening, unsure if they should be witnessing such a moment.
Behind Kaminari, the red heads' knuckles and elbows had begun to harden. Eyes loured down at the blond, shadows cast down his face but red still shone primitively.
“You’re not bad looking, but it wouldn’t work between us,” silence broke with the finality of her tone.
She let him go, attention going back to her food.
Golden eyes widened as he struggled to form words.
“What- uh, Why!?” he finally stammered out.
“You’re not serious about me enough. I’m a forlifer, so I need my partner to not be a wannabe playboy,” the corner of her mouth quirked up. “You’ve already asked the majority of the girls in class. Why would I choose someone like that?”
“I can be serious. I can be obsessed, I swear. Just one date and I will show you!” His pleading wasn’t even tempting.
“I don’t like repeating myself.”
And with that, he shut up. Head against the table dejected, blond strand splayed across the table. His pout was dramatically funny as he licked his own bruised ego. Tsumi just ate in peace beside him.
Something inside the red head burned warm as he watched.
“Bro was rejected so hard!” Mina laughed with inquisitive eyes, “That does raise the question, though. Tsumi, what is your ideal partner?”
Her head turned in thought. The question hung in the air, waiting.
“Someone strong, I guess. Communication skills and someone that won’t get tired of me, that’s it I think.”
“That bar is pretty low, kero.”
“No, like seriously, you don’t have anything else to add?” The pink girl further inquired.
“My options have to be kinda open, y’know. I’m a heteromorph and I’ll be mating for life damn near.”
What she provided as an answer just raised more questions.
“What do you mean for life?” Kirishima looked over.
“I’m an owl heteromorph…. Divorces are really rare in our species, so we mate for life technically,” her explanation was gentle, informative. “Tsu this might be a bit invasive, but do you have any similar traits to your species?”
“Other than the spring season, no kero.”
“I see, next spring is going to be hell for us huh?” Kisihima and Mina tried to follow along, but confusion was etched deep into their expressions.
“An older student told me that students like us get time away-”
“Hey, Stop-.” her wing flinched back, taking the feathers from Kaminari’s hand away. Golden eyes widened and instinctively went to reach for the wings again.
“Don’t,” she chided.
“Whyyyy,” a squeaky whine rumbled out of him.
“You’re not supposed to touch a bird's wings, dumbass dunce face.”
A voice deep with irritation came from the other side of her. Sharp vermillion eyes met hers.
“I’m surprised you knew about that Bakugou,” genuinely, a smile so small smoothed her face.
“You calling me stupid, feathers?!” He was getting more irritated.
“No, it’s just not well known, so I was a little shocked.”
“You never said why we can’t, though,” the other blonde whined again.
“You can’t take no for an answer!?” Bakugou’s eyes turned fiery.
Trying to calm him or placate the atmosphere, Tsumi’s wings fluttered softly to bring in air.
“It’s okay. Thank you Bakugou, really.” Then she turned towards the offending blonde, “I’ll only tell you this once since I think I didn’t have any ill intentions. Only mates or family can touch or groom wings… It’s an erogenous zone.”
He blanked out at the word; processing. Eventually, it clicked. Not just in Kaminari, but in Kirishima too.
Mina didn’t look too shocked, so she probably had other friends with similar traits.
“Omg- did I- Oh my, I’m so so so sorry,!” his eyes began to water. ”I didn’t know. I’m sorry. Please don’t report me.”
“Relax, I figured that’s what happened in the first place. Just don’t do it again.” Then she added with a smirk, “Unless we somehow become mates, of course.”
Mina laughed at her joke, but for some reason Kirishima didn’t seem too happy. Eventually he spoke up.
“Bakugou, bro.” He gave a thumbs up, “That was really manly of you to call him out for it!”
“Tch- of course it was, shitty hair.” Getting up to leave he threw another remark, “I’m the epitome of number one no matter what it is!”
It wasn’t even five seconds later that an ear piercing siren shot through the mess hall.
“Security level three had been breached. Students, please promptly evacuate.”
The automated voice triggered something inside all the students as they rocketed out of their seats.
Someone nearby questioningly shouted.
“What’s a security level three?”
“It means someone’s infiltrated the school grounds! This hadn’t happened in three years!!”
With her final bite of food, Tsumi stood.
Swarms of students began to fight against each other; pushing, pulling, elbows thrown. Everyone had the same goal. Get out.
The problem with everyone trying to do the same thing? It becomes a problem.
A tug on her right sleeve pulled Tsumi into the mass of uniforms.
Pain bloomed across her body, specifically in her wings. Feet trampled her lower feathers and bodies shoved against her back. The weight on her back was forcing her down. More shoes crushed feathers in odd angles. Dirt would be embedded until she took a careful bath.
If she made it to then.
People on all sides of her. Each causing their own form of harm.
“Arg, oompf-” It was getting harder to move. To shove. To evade. “All, you- huff- fuckers! Fuckin- stepping on me!”
The siren still blaring, the students using her as a step, her heartbeat in her ears, it was all too much. Her eyes closed tight.
Then.
Big calloused hands grabbed her by her armpits and lifted. Limp wings drooped beneath her frame.
Hands moved her form into their hard chest. Her pale, smooth arms wrapped around their neck, slightly shaking as she tucked her face away.
Wings were gathered the best they could've been for someone inexperienced.
Tsumi could feel they were tall as they encased her whole frame.
God, she hated being weak. Needing to be rescued. But… she couldn’t help but be thankful at the moment.
“Easy… gonna get you out of here, alright? It was just the news reporters outside.”
Warm air brushed against her pointed ears. Hoarse but captivating. Her breath halted in her lungs at the feeling. Feathers shivered in response.
Her head lifted imperceptively, catching a glimpse at the red hair that stuck up in a well planned style.
Kirishima…
Something shifted inside her.
It’s one thing seeing how big someone is, but to feel the comparison was a whole nother thing.
His sun kissed skin was warm where she pressed against. One of his hands held her by her hips as her knees curled into him. The other laid flat out, trying to minuscule touch her sensitive feathers.
“I know we just talked about this…,” before he even finished she buried her face deeper into his neck.
Matching his hair, his cheeks inflamed. His hold on her almost faltered as his eyes lidded for a moment.
She felt his grip tighten, somehow bringing her even closer to his all consuming form. Keen ears picked up his rapid heartbeat.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly, still buried in his neck. Plump lips practically brushed against his tender skin.
Out of nowhere, the sound of engines flew above. The leftover heat warmed the duo.
“EVERYBODY!! Calm down! It’s okay!” Iida’s voice sounded ahead and up, “It’s just the press! There is nothing to panic about! It’s okay!”
Frantic students began to halt with slack jaws and wide eyes.
“You’re at U.A.! Let’s conduct ourselves in the manner of those enrolled at the highest academy!!”
Crowd dispersing and calming, Tsumi stayed connected a tad longer.
Kirishima’s hold didn’t falter or slip. He made no moves to remove the winged girl himself, just let her stay as he moved towards their table again.
“Tsumi! Are you okay, kero?”
That was her sign to let him go.
“Uh, yeah I will be,” she poorly flapped her disheveled wings. “After a good bath,” she added.
Mina’s eyes went back and forth between the bird girl and Kirishima. Looking like the cat that caught the canary she spoke.
“I see you guys took the opportunity to get close~”
The duo turned red at her implications, but neither denied.
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Back in the classroom, 1A sat to divvy up the other class duties.
Midoriya stood at the podium with Yaoyorozu by his side. The image hadn’t changed much since earlier with their sheer difference in demeanors.
“Uh, let us initiate the ceremony for the new class president!... but before that Ineedtosaysomething,” the end of his speech muddled together as she sped through his thoughts.
“In the end, I think that Iida would be a better man for the job after all!” His back straightened and his eyes gleamed as he made direct eye contact with the class for the first time. “You proved yourself able to unify people so coolly and it’s just my judgment that… Iida’s becoming class president is the right choice.”
A few classmates showed their support by going along with the exit sign joke. Others just nodded along as the wilder ones hooted and hollered. Tsumi didn’t quite agree with them, though.
Mr. Aizawa sat up then, juice box crinkled from use stuck out from his yellow bag. The darker shade under his eyes made it obvious he missed his lunchtime nap.
“Whatever, just get on with it already… we’re not getting any younger here.”
And with that, Tsumi decided to not fight their decision. A deep sigh was the only thing that came from her.
It’d been an exhausting day already and they hadn’t even started the heroics foundation part of the day. If her eyes kept drooping after lunch, she was going to have to bring her special teas to stay awake.
Maybe I should give Mr. Aizawa some. To put him to sleep and wake him.
Yeah… She’d do that the next time she went to town to restock. Get a small container for him to try.