Hi everyone! This will be a collection of short stories and drabbles for my DNA Boku no Hero Academia Quirk AU. You can find the master list of quirks, as well as a few notes and minor events related to each, on my tumblr blog queenofmoons67 - post/176312115947/if-daiya-no-ace-characters-had-quirks.
The basis for this collection is "what if Daiya no Ace took place in the Boku no Hero Academia universe, quirks and all". It came into creation because of a random thought - 'what if Todoroki Raichi and Todoroki Shouto were related' - and with the help of bookdancerfics, who kindly allowed me to bounce ideas off of them. At the moment, I've only created quirks for main Act I characters (mostly because I have yet to finish reading Act II).
Please note: as far as I know / can remember (I'm only watching BNHA anime right now), they never state what happens in regular sports. So Seido and everyone else in DNA play regular, quirkless baseball - the use of a quirk is grounds for immediate suspension, even if it is a body feature (for instance, a tail for balance).
This particular chapter came about because a friend sent me pictures of cats carrying their kittens and cubs by the scruff (aka "scruffing") and I immediately thought of this AU.
I do not own Daiya no Ace or Boku no Hero Academia.
Chapter One: Scruff
Quirks: Miyuki, quirkless; Eijun, lion with the tendencies of a house cat; Kuramochi, camo cheetah; Miyauchi, bull; Masuko, empathetic connection; Kataoka, Doberman; Kominato Ryo, rose
WARNING: non-sexual non-con. There's another warning before the section it happens in.
The first time it happened, Miyuki thought nothing of it. Everyone had once again invaded his bedroom and Kuramochi had Sawamura trapped in one of his wrestling moves. Suddenly, the relief pitcher's struggling accidentally put more pressure on the back of his neck. Two things happened almost simultaneously: Sawamura went limp and Kuramochi released the hold.
"Cub?" the shortstop asked.
There was no response, and Miyuki fidgeted. He didn't want to let his worry show - his teammates would never let him live it down - but there was always a chance something -
"Sawamura," Kuramochi called, reaching down to poke the pitcher between the eyes.
Their kouhai went cross-eyed to track the finger. A second passed, then those same eyes went wide, Sawamura leapt to his feet unsteadily, and the bedroom door slammed closed behind a hasty exit.
Miyuki stood to go after him - he couldn't leave a pitcher upset and alone, after all - but Kuramochi put an arm out to stop him.
"I'll go," the shortstop said. "It was partially my fault, anyway."
WARNING: non-sexual non-con happens in this section
The second time, it was entirely Miyuki's fault. Sawamura had already been running for an hour, in the dark of night, when to top it off it started to rain. Cursing under his breath, the catcher slipped his shoes on and jogged out to fetch him.
When he reached the field, he called, "Bakamura! Come here!"
Panting but beaming, the pitcher dashed over to him. "Miyuki! Have you come to run with me?"
"No, you idiot. Have you even realised it's raining? Doesn't your cat side have something to say about that?" If Kuramochi was here, he'd be positively caterwauling about the wet.
But Sawamura just looked bewildered. "No…? Lions may not swim for fun, but they don't mind the water." His ears and tail flicked at the same time, shaking off rain drops.
Miyuki stiffened. His pitcher was soaked, and the team couldn't afford for him to get sick. Mind made up, he reached for the easiest and surest grip on his shorter kouhai - the back of the neck. The instant he applied pressure, Sawamura went completely still. He didn't even say a word, just looked at Miyuki with wide eyes. Definitely weird, and definitely familiar. But if it triggered a similar response when he let go… "Don't run," he ordered as he released him.
The change from quiet and limp to normal behaviour was instantaneous. Sawamura stumbled back and huffed, "What are you doing?! You're not my father, you can't just… just… scruff me like that! And especially not in public!"
Miyuki looked around at the empty, rain-drenched field. It certainly wasn't 'public' right now. But - "Scruff?" he asked.
"Scruff! Grab the back of the neck! Easy way to discipline cubs, -"
Sawamura opened his mouth to say more, but it never passed his lips. The instant Miyuki heard 'easy way to discipline cubs', his mind translated it into 'perfect way to get Sawamura out of the rain, into dry clothes, and avoid getting sick'. His hand closed back around his pitcher's neck in a vice grip. Once again, Sawamura went limp. From there, it was easy enough to guide him back to his room.
Masuko was fast asleep when they arrived, but Kuramochi immediately leapt to his feet when he saw them. "You-!" he exclaimed, ears flat on his head and tail lashing in surprise.
"Yo," Miyuki offered. "Can you help me dry off Sawamura? The idiot was running in the rain again."
The shortstop spluttered, wide-eyed, but ultimately grabbed a towel and change of clothes for their kouhai. Upon reaching them, he closed a hand around Miyuki's forearm. "Let go slowly, and let me handle it," he warned, fangs flashing and a growl rumbling in his throat.
Miyuki nodded, and did as Kuramochi asked. After all, they were both part of the big cat quirk family. If anyone in Seido had experience with 'scruffing', it would be the shortstop.
The instant Miyuki let go, Kuramochi let out a churring sound that only grew louder as Sawamura started up a growl of his own. "Relax," the shortest of them said, pulling in their kouhai for a head nuzzle - something the catcher had seen them do before, though usually in calmer circumstances. "Miyuki was an idiot and didn't understand."
Miyuki held out the towel when Kuramochi gestured for it, but otherwise satisfied himself with watching. He had a feeling this 'scruffing' was more serious than he'd thought.
"Look," Sawamura growled. "Scruffing is typically reserved as the right of parents! Sometimes older siblings will do it too, but here at Seido, that just means Cheetah-senpai and Aniki for me." He took a deep breath, then grabbed the towel from Kuramochi and started drying himself off.
The shortstop added, "A lot of it is tradition, Miyuki, but also the effect on the cub. It's one of a cat's most vulnerable spots, and it can make us lethargic and sluggish. So unless you're the parents, siblings, or have been informed of your induction into a pride, you just don't do it. Ok?"
"I understand."
Sawamura squawked, "You do?!"
Miyuki rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, Bakamura, I do. Unless you inform me of my 'induction into your pride', I won't do it again. However. If you're a danger to yourself or this team, I won't hesitate to ask either Kuramochi or Kominato-senpai to scruff you in my stead. Understood?"
Sawamura nodded furiously, then even more when Kuramochi added, "And we won't hesitate."
Miyuki chuckled, then edged to the door. He slipped out right as the shortstop noticed, and darted down the hall to his own room to the sound of an angry yowl.
Miyuki never asked if Kuramochi had ever been scruffed. He knew he wouldn't walk out of the room alive.
Sawamura had once again made the bullpen his personal backyard during a game, and from what Miyuki could see from behind the plate, he was so fired up most of them nearly missed Miyauchi's mitt entirely. As he watched, the other catcher stood up and jogged towards the relief pitcher. Probably fed up and trying to talk him down.
Miyuki turned his attention fully back to the field, and proceeded to almost choke as he watched Kuramochi sprint off the field in the middle of the inning! While yelling Miyauchi's name, no less!
"Time!" he requested of the umpire, shooting up and spinning on his heel to check for the go ahead.
The umpire stared at him incredulously - an expression matched by the current batter - but granted it.
Miyuki turned back around and sprinted after the shortstop. He nearly froze at the sight of pink hair ahead of him, but pushed on. By the time he reached the group, it had grown from just Sawamura and Miyauchi to also Kuramochi, the elder Kominato, himself, and Kataoka-kantoku.
The relief pitcher had a blush painting his cheeks red as he muttered, "Cheetah-senpai, Aniki, this is completely unnecessary."
Kuramochi and Ryo-san both had looks that clearly stated the intervention was completely necessary. Quite frankly, Miyuki would hope so, considering they abandoned the field during a game.
And then there was Kataoka-kantoku, who just looked furious. "Kuramochi, Kominato, if you don't give me a good reason for this behaviour immediately, I will replace you with Kusunoki and Kominato, with zero plans to give you your starting positions back."
"It's my fault, Shogun!" Sawamura blurted. "Muscle-senpai almost, uh…" He glanced at the ground, blush somehow deepening. Then he mumbled something Miyuki couldn't make out.
Kuramochi sighed, and said, "Kantoku, Miyauchi-senpai almost scruffed Sawamura. Entirely on accident, I'm sure, but if it had happened, we would have been down a pitcher for the rest of the game because he would be too lethargic to play. With Tanba still injured…"
If this had been a shounen manga, it would have been one of those panels where it's just a picture with the word "SILENCE" across it.
"I almost what?" Miyauchi asked, confused.
"You almost grabbed the back of my neck…" Sawamura murmured, still blushing, but thankfully no longer examining the ground. "It… uh… it's the equivalent of a calming drug, I guess? For cat quirks, I mean. So what you wanted to accomplish, but times… uh…"
"Twenty," Ryo-san said frankly. "Hence why Youichi and I rushed over here. As he said, with Tanba still injured, the last thing Seido needs is to be another pitcher down because a catcher made an honest mistake."
By this point, Miyauchi was blushing as hard as Sawamura, which Miyuki found absolutely hilarious. He let out a cackle, then said, "So now that everyone knows not to grab our cats by the back of the neck -"
"OI!" Kuramochi spluttered.
"- Kantoku, can we get back to the game?"
Kataoka eyed them all. Kuramochi was still glaring at Miyuki for his remark, but the starting catcher and the elder Kominato stared back at their coach evenly. They were ready to play. Blushes still decorated the faces of Sawamura and Miyauchi, but since they weren't going on the field immediately, it didn't really matter.
"Go."
Grinning, Miyuki jogged back to home plate. "Sorry 'bout that," he told the ump and batter. "Seido just almost had a catastrophe, but we're all good now!"
It started, like a lot of things did, with Sawamura Eijun being an idiot. Miyuki knew from Kuramochi that their kouhai had been up late recently doing homework, which meant he also knew that the pitcher asking for yet another twenty extra practice pitches was a Bad Idea.
"You're exhausted," he stated. "And you and I both know you'll be up late again. The sooner you start studying, the sooner you can go to bed. So go clean up, get dinner, and do what you have to. But you're not pitching any more tonight."
With that said, Miyuki left to put away equipment. He thought he could trust his pitcher to not be too much of an idiot, but at the same time… Sighing, he detoured to check the bullpen on his way to dinner. The sight made him freeze.
For one, Sawamura was officially Bakamura for the next week, at the very least, for continuing to pitch. For another, Kuramochi had apparently gone looking for his roommate and not been happy about what he found. The shortstop had a hand gripped tight around the back of Sawamura's neck.
"Resorting to scruffing, are we?" Miyuki asked.
"For this idiot? Yes," Kuramochi grumbled. "It'll make him drowsy after, too, so hopefully he'll go to bed after dinner."
The catcher nodded, and followed the two other players out of the bullpen. "I'll get it for you," he offered.
"What?" Kuramochi asked, face twisting in confusion.
"Dinner for the two of you. It doesn't hurt to be nice once and awhile, especially when it involves one of your three pitchers."
The shortstop regarded him silently for a moment, but eventually nodded. "Thank you. We'll be in our room."
Miyuki shrugged in response - it really didn't matter much to him - and headed in the direction of the dining hall.
When he eventually arrived with the food, Masuko opened the door with a smile. Miyuki quickly discovered the reason why when he entered the room: Sawamura and Kuramochi had curled up together in a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. They weren't touching, but they were close enough to share body heat. Pride members, Sawamura had eventually explained, were like family. He had gained three brothers when he came to Seido in Kuramochi and the Kominato brothers, and the cats especially always took full advantage of it. They were, after all, social creatures. Lions had their prides, and male cheetahs had their coalitions.
"I'll just leave the food here," Miyuki said, and set it down on a desk. Pulling his phone out, he snapped a photo. It never hurt to have blackmail material, and if anyone ever suspected he had it for other reasons… well, it's not like they had any proof. Smirking, Miyuki left the room to the two happy cats.
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