Chapter II
Welcome the Pity Party
The Morishita household was a strange looking one. Styled like a traditional Japanese home, it was ironically right behind the Todoroki's household in interior design.
Still, Seishun had always liked it that way. It was simple and homely, far unlike the actual family which dwelled inside of it.
Munoto and Rena were good parents, it seemed. As normal as a pair of heroes could get in life. The third ranked hero; Wordsworth and the eighteenth rising heroine; The Titan Tornado. They were as great of a family anyone could ask for.
To the world, however, it was a topic of high discussion as to where their parenting had gone wrong, raising an S class villain as a child and a daughter who was straying down the same path.
Yet they refused to turn them over for custody, foolishly believing it was a phase within childhood.
It had been a miracle of God that, Seishun Morishita had not switched to the dark side after birth, instead heralding All Might like the rest of his age, a calm contrast to his sister who utterly hated the number one hero.
The duo nearly cried in joy that one child hadn't gone wrong, showering him with anything he wanted to keep him interested in being a hero.
Hoping to help them feel better about themselves, Seishun had casually mentioned that he'd actually wanted to take the Yuuei entrance exams, missing his chance for the year.
Which led to his current position, eavesdropping outside the door to his mother's home office, listening to Rena Morishita's desperate conversation.
The mouse-like being spoke from the opposite side of the room, hands forming a bridge as he commented on the request.
"I have to say, I was surprised to receive a call from the Titan Tornado of all people," Principal Nedzu revealed, smiling slightly, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Rena sat up determinedly in the seat across from him.
"I want my son to attend your school," the Morishita asked, eyes burning with a vengeance.
Nedzu was surprised.
"Well, yes, but the entrance exams have passed, Miss Morishita," he explained slowly, wanting her to understand the situation.
"I'm well aware. Is it possible you could make an exception for Seishun?" she requested politely, full of patience.
"Exceptions are usually not present within Yuuei's curriculum, you know. I'm afraid it will be next to impossible to find a way for Young Seishun to enroll in the Hero Course within the year," he frowned in thought.
"Yes but-"
"I believe you don't understand, Miss Morishita," the man paused, "There are certain procedures that all applicants must complete in order to attend. What you're asking me to do, is to completely bypass these procedures without regards to the consequences."
"I understand, Sir, but please consider this request. Both Munoto and I want this for our boy. Please let him attend your school," Rena ducked her head in desperation.
"Wordsworth, huh?" the principal acknowledged, "Now I understand your feelings, Rena, but you must be aware of your family's circumstances regarding the media. One wrong slip-up and that boy will immediately be deemed a villain."
Seishun clenched his fist in disappointment and grim acceptance.
It was to be expected, after all, he was the third in line of an unjust set of offspring, rumoured to offer new terrors of humanity every year. The whole world would be watching his every move with hawk-like vision.
His mother's fist gripped itself tightly, tears pricking her eyes as she bowed her head in respect.
"I promise you that Seishun isn't like his older brother! Even Aishun is just confused at that... He wants to be a hero to others," she paused, finding something else to support her argument.
"... He wants to be just like All Might!"
The white bear's eyes widened in surprise, taking this testimony into consideration.
"Like All Might, you say?" he repeated, glancing back at the drowsy-looking man standing behind him.
"Yes."
"What are your thoughts on this, Eraser Head?" he asked for the man's input.
Aizawa shrugged, "I'd say, just let him. I saw the kid outside- he's got guts, that one. The Titan Tornado's probably right about this one, seeing as even Wordsworth agrees."
The principal turned back towards the woman bowed before him.
"I'll see what I can do, he'll have a lot of catching up to do considering that the first years are at their internships already. Eraser Head, are there any constant absentee students within class 1-A?"
"...Izuku Midoriya, I think. The kid's got an internship with Mirio and Nighteye," Shota Aizawa thought, recalling aloud.
He nodded, "An exchange student then. With recommendations, Seishun should be able to join the A class. However, he can only attend the school when Young Midoriya is absent or for participative events. Is that alright?"
"Yes, thank you," his mother smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Of course, he'll be asked to attend regular high school classes along with the hero curriculum, in order to catch up and make friends. Is this okay?"
"Yes," she nodded in satisfaction.
"Alright," Eraser Head put his goggles down over his eyes as he glared at the open door, hair rising.
"Morishita. Quit eavesdropping and get in here," he ordered, cancelling his quirk.
Hesitating outside of the classroom door for the fifth time in the week, Seishun doubted his capabilities, wondering if he truly belonged there.
Maybe I could cancel the deal? He considered internally, mulling over how badly he had managed to irritate one of Midoriya's fellow classmates already.
A bony hand rested comfortingly on his shoulder.
Whirling around, he noticed the frowning former blonde hero, seemingly privy to what he was going through.
"A- All Might?!" he jumped in shock, stumbling backwards slightly.
The retired man spoke words of wisdom to him.
"Calm down, Young Morishita," he suggested, "Nobody's going to shun you here."
"How did you-?"
"It's written all over your face, you know," he pointed out, ruffling his hair.
Seishun was surprised by the sudden show of consideration. This soon extended into shock as the hand on his head grew huge, transforming into his muscular form with a burst of steam.
"It'll be okay, Young Morishita, because I am here! Hahaha- kah!" blood spurted from his mouth in waves as he deflated again.
"I killed All Might!" the poor child panicked, trying to find Recovery Girl nearby.
The blonde laughed, wiping the blood from his mouth.
"Again, relax Young Morishita. I'm fine," he stated, "Man, that takes a lot out of me."
"I- I'm sorry for making you do that, Sir!" the blue haired boy bowed in apology repeatedly.
"It's fine. You know, you kinda remind me of my pupil," he observed.
"Pupil?"
"Why Young Midoriya, of course! Don't you know him?"
"That nervous kid?" he recalled, "What do you mean he's your pupil?"
Shit.
All Might panicked, "Ah, well- um... Good luck with your classes! And remember, Plus Ultra!" he rushed, transforming and jogging off quickly.
What was that? Seishun observed in shock, blinking.
"Uhuh..." he decided not to think about it, pushing open the door in front of him and walking to his seat.
Bakugou clicked his tongue at him in annoyance.
"You again?" he noted, "Where's Deku?"
"Deku?"
"The nerd from yesterday," he spat out.
"Not coming I guess," Seishun shrugged, noticing his anger slowly building up inside of him.
Whirling around unexpectedly, a hand blew up before his face as he coughed, smoke clouding around him and blocking his view.
Katsuki stood up threateningly.
"That was for yesterday, you fucking nerd," he revealed, towering over him slightly.
"What, can't take the truth?" Seishun smirked smugly, as he stared up at the boy.
Another hand swooped in for the attack as the blast was smoothly diverted by a forcefield-style wind, darkening the quirk-proof glass slightly.
Katsuki was shocked.
This brat, he analyzed the trajectory of my aim and deflected it using his damn quirk!
"What the fuck did you just do?!" he demanded to know the answer.
"What do you mean?" Seishun blinked at him confusedly.
"Don't toy with me, you fucking joke! What the fuck did you just do?!" he glared threateningly as he punched his hand in rage.
The boy ignored him, staring out the window at the scenery outside and further angering him.
"Answer my question, you fucking glacier!" he stepped towards him as Kirishima tried to talk him out of it.
"Calm down! I will not tolerate bullying in this classroom!" the blue haired class president intervened, standing between the two.
"You and Deku are so damn alike, thinking you're better than me and looking down on me. Well you're fucking not! I'll find out what your damned quirk is before the end of this week! And when I do, you'll fucking regret it!" he ranted in rage.
"Now, now, Bakugou. I'm sure Morishita didn't mean it like that, right?" Kirishima placated his violent nature.
"Stay out of this! This is between me and him!" he slapped his hand off, glaring at his new murder victim.
"What's that over there, ribbit?" Tsuyu questioned Uraraka as they glanced over at the commotion at the edge of the room.
"A fated battle between men," Ochako beamed, gripping the air determinedly.
"Seems like a one-sided grudge."
"A fated battle between men!"
Bakugou ignored them, hands bursting with explosions as he brought it down towards Seishun's head.
"Die!" he demanded in an unadulterated fury.
"What?" Seishun questioned, glancing upwards at him.
"What's going on over here?" Aizawa questioned irritably, a scarf wrapped around Katsuki's arm as his eyes glowed red, erasing his quirk.
Seishun stiffened in his seat.
"Mr- Mr. Aizawa," he stuttered sheepishly as the man turned his gaze on him calmly.
Bakugou clicked his tongue as he was released, dragging his hand away from him.
"Why is it every time I choose to come here, you two are in the middle of an argument?" he sighed in annoyance, "That's your second strike, Morishita. You're better than this. One more act like this and your studies here are finished."
"Y- Yes, Sir..." he stammered apologetically.
Katsuki watched him carefully.
"Now, go clean up. Your face is a mess," Aizawa stated, walking towards the teacher's desk.
Glancing back at the glass window, Seishun noticed that his face was grey from ash, his usually combed blue hair now sticking up on all sides in his ponytail as the colour was a near black.
Blushing in embarrassment, the sixteen year old stalked out of the classroom, an assortment of giggles following him along his way.
Bakugou gives a death threat!
What is the reason behind Seishun's refusal to explain his quirk and will he really be found out by the end of the week?
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~Nia
