Ever since I realized exactly where I was...and who I was...it has been a constant struggle between trying to help, but trying not to fuck things up. It was googling for information about Tenko Shimura before quickly realizing that nothing I could do or say would change anything. I didn't have enough information... It was sending anonymous tips to the police and the Hero Public Safety Commission suggesting they look into Endeavor's home life. I sent one from a different IP address every few months for years, and nothing ever came of it. I spent my second 'childhood' trying and failing to make life better for the kids I knew were suffering. I couldn't save Shigaraki from All for One. I couldn't save Todoroki or his siblings from Endeavor. I couldn't save Midoriya from the near constant taunts and sneers and stares from other children.
I have been constantly worrying. And planning. And lying. And feeling guilty for everything I couldn't change. Talking to Nezu...telling Izuku the truth and having him accept me. And hold me. And laugh with me; like nothing had changed. For the first time since waking up in this world, I felt like I had an unfiltered conversation between someone else and myself. Not the person I was trying to be, nor the intensely awkward person I was in my past life, but the person I was now. The product of all my circumstances and memories. I was saying what I felt, and what I feared and someone was listening. I couldn't see him, but I could hear the soft, awkward cadence of his voice. I could feel the warmth radiating off his body and the feel of his calloused hand in mine. It was like a reset button. I knew a storm was coming. A whole metric fuckton of drama and stress. But no amount of worrying could change it. I knew this fandom like the back of my hand. All the stressing in the world wouldn't make me any more prepared for it than I already was. I had absolutely no fucking clue how the presence of the twins and myself and fucking Shinso in class 1 A and the lack of the others would play out. I sat there with my toes buried in the sand, listening to the sounds around me. Izuku's soft breathing. All Might's supportive suggestions to the twins. Chizue's slightly louder than necessary responses, and Rin's expressive exhales of air. In that moment, I squeezed Izuku's hand and felt him squeeze back and I decided: I was going to make the best of this life. I was going to try to lean on others for my stress, and let myself enjoy the little things.
This brings us to what I have since dubbed: 'A Weekend with Dadmight'.
After the sun had set and it started to get chilly, Izuku went back home and the rest of us piled awkwardly back into All Might's pickup truck. Chizue crawled into the little folding seat in the back so she could stretch out her casted ankle, and I was in between Rin and All Might on the bench. It should be noted that it was much more comfortable this time considering on the way from UA, he had to assume his muscle form in case we were watched and it had made this bench a little snug. Several minutes after I felt the truck rumble to life and begin to move, I heard the deep inhale to my right followed by the hesitant voice of Toshinori, "So, young Meiko...I just wanted to let you know that I couldn't help but overhear the first part of your conversation with Midoriya...I was...curious...I apologize for invading your privacy...I-"
I cut him off before he falls too far down this rabbit hole, "It's fine. I don't mind you knowing the truth about the how of my knowledge. The twins know, and have for a while. I told Izuku of my own free will. I told Principal Nezu because I needed advice...I trust you. I don't mind you knowing. If you hadn't listened in, I probably would have told you once we made it back to your place." I sigh, "I should probably tell Aizawa too, but I don't exactly know when or how..."
He lets out a chuckle that quickly morphs into a cough. "I'll have to call him tonight once we get back home and I lock us inside. If you'd like, I can try to explain it to him."
Chizue, presumably reading our lips via the rearview mirror chimes in, "Lock us in?"
I felt shuffling on both sides, I figured Toshinori was trying to show he acknowledged her, and Rin was probably getting ready to hear the response. "We are only allowed to remove your quirk suppressants on school grounds...but... I was able to negotiate with the higher ups that so long as I lock my home from the inside and keep the key on my person where you could not possibly access it without my permission, I am allowed to turn down the dose on Meiko's cuffs."
I turn my head in his direction, wishing I could see him. Chizue beats me to speaking, "So that she can see?"
"That's the idea yes...if my home is to be your new home, then ideally, I want you all to be as comfortable as possible...I...don't want you to be blinded if you don't have to be. I wish I could have pushed for the complete removal for all three of you but I-"
Chizue, again "No, it's fine. Rin and I understand. They have every reason not to trust us, and honestly, it really sucks when Meiko and Rin can't communicate, so this is great...Thank you, All Might."
"Toshinori, please."
"Thank you." I mutter, not really knowing what to say. I had spent my past year or so in Tartarus in total darkness. I had assumed that would continue for a while. The thought that it wouldn't because of his kindness...I felt like crying.
About an hour later had me, with slightly blurred, but functioning vision, bumbling around Toshinori's kitchen while he, Chizue, and Rin sat on tall stools at the island. He explained that because of his injury, he couldn't really eat anything except fluids, however, that didn't stop friends and anonymous donors from constantly sending him groceries.
"I usually donate them, but considering I have already locked the door and delivery isn't really an option, it's a good thing I didn't get to it yet this week." He sighs as I glance through the various boxes of dry ingredients in boxes on the kitchen countertops. "Many of them know that I have a fondness for American food, so I apologize for the strange mix of supplies...I don't even know why they send me ingredients... I think it is common knowledge that I can't cook..."
I find myself laughing as I pick up a jar of tabasco sauce right next to a box of dried penne pasta. "No, this is actually good. I have never been great at cooking Japanese food. But stuff like this...this I can work with."
In the end, I end up skillet-frying some chicken breasts. Which turns out to be much harder to do when you can't actually see the colors of things. Luckily, Chizue was happy to describe things to me as best she could, and Rin was standing buy with a meat thermometer. I also ended up brewing some fresh sweet tea for myself, and because I felt bad that we were cooking in Toshinori's kitchen and he was physically unable to have any of it. He said he was happy just being able to smell it, but I knew.
I sit the cup of iced sweet tea in front of him and he looks up at me in almost awe after he takes a small sip, "It tastes like..." He hums
"The south?" I laugh.
He smiles at me, and my inner fangirl swoons, "I spent most of my time in America in New York and California, but I visited New Orleans a few times." He looks at the cup before taking another drink, "I was never able to make it taste right even when I followed the instructions."
"That's the problem." I answer as I turn back to the stove top, helping the twins remove the chicken from the heat, "Never follow the instructions on tea boxes if you want it the way southerners like it... If it says two tea bags, use three, and double the amount of sugar. Or I guess in this case, your easily processable sugar substitute I found in the cabinet."
Behind me, I hear him make a noise almost like a spittake, "This is my sweetener?"
"Yes?" I turn back around, "Should I not have used it?"
He shakes his head quickly before covering up a cough with a napkin, "No, that's good. Thank you. It means I don't have to watch how much I drink. I was just surprised that I couldn't even tell."
I exhale deeply. Mini heartattack avoided. "Good. I was worried. I put the jug in the fridge. Have as much as you want. It's super easy to make."
He gives a soft smile and the three of us rejoin him sitting around the island. We make small talk about UA and our classmates' quirks as we eat, and everything feels...warm.
He was supportive when we asked to all sleep in the same room rather than the three separate bedrooms. It was primarily for the twins. They couldn't sleep apart because they never had, and Chizue was at a disadvantage in the event of an emergency. I stayed because they felt safer in numbers and I didn't mind being with them in the slightest if it made them happier.
The next morning I woke up to English curses and the smell of bacon. Not the weird almost jerky that the Japanese call bacon, but real...greasy...bacon. I am not proud of how quickly I dragged the others out of bed, but I needed it. I can't help but smile at the familiar smell as we exit the bedroom just as the bacon pops and Toshinori mutters another English "Shit!" as he recoils back. I laugh at the sheer irony in the number one hero being taken down by bacon grease. He glances back to look at us leaving the bedroom and gives a smirk, "Breakfast is the only thing I have ever been able to make. Hope you like bacon and eggs. Speaking of which, how do you like yours?"
Chizue and Rin exchange a glance before shrugging, "Scrambled for us, I guess? That's the only way our mother ever made them." He nods and then raises a brow at me,
"Oh!" I start, "Fried over medium, I guess? Preferably in the bacon grease if you don't mind." He stares at me for a moment like I just revealed a secret.
"I've never thought to do that...it's genius." He hums as he goes back to cooking and the three of us slide into the stools at the island. Rin sticks a hand out to grab my attention before she signs,
"Is this what a dad is like?"
I smile at the lanky back of our resident awkward parental figure and nod, signing back, "Yeah. He's awkward, but he is trying."
Chizue frowns, signing "I don't know how to feel about it. It's not like he adopted us, he is just watching us...why is he being so...parental?"
I shrug, meanwhile Toshinori cracks another egg into the pan, "From what I know about him, he always feels responsible for people he couldn't save. He probably sees us in that way. Especially the two of you. He probably wants to try to give you a normal home life since you never had one." They both turn to stare at his back as he moves around in front of the stove, and I sort of wish that my vision was completely back so I could get a sense of how they are feeling.
He removes everything from heat, preparing our plates and placing them in front of us and pouring four glasses of the tea from last night before he grabs the stool and sits across from us. "I talked to Aizawa last night. I tried to explain your...uh...situation to him, and he seemed to understand, but it's hard to tell with him..." He sighs, "I also mentioned to him that I thought you three should have cell phones so you can contact your classmates as well as us if you need us for anything." He bites his lower lip and looks away for a moment before turning back, "He agreed, but the only way the higher ups would agree is if there were locks on the numbers you could contact."
Chizue giggles, bacon slice still held between her fingers, "It's not like we really know anyone other than you guys and our classmates. We didn't really have friends in the villain world, and if we did we sure as shit don't have their phone numbers..." She sighs, "But I am deaf, so I can't even use a phone, so it doesn't matter to me."
Toshinori tilted his head with a soft smile, "I actually talked to Present Mic about that. He said that there are specialized phones for the deaf, blind and mute. We can find you each one that works for you."
"Wait, is Present Mic actually deaf?" I exclaimed, nearly choking on a bite of bacon.
Chizue narrows her eyes at me for a moment, "Yeah? I mean not completely? We talked about it..." Her jaw drops, "Oh wait, that's when you were talking to Nezu. You missed that whole thing." He laughs and Rin rolls her eyes.
"Was he not in the uh...comics?" Toshinori asks hesitantly.
"Well, we didn't really know. It was never said, but it was a pretty popular headcanon." I see his blank stare, "That's an idea or theory that could be real, like there isn't usually any proof otherwise, but gets used so often that it almost might as well be real." I scoff, "Headcanon confirmed I guess."
The rest of the Saturday consisted of a grand, uninteresting adventure to the phone store. Out of the house, I had to continue to be blind, so that was fun...We walked, so of course on the way there and back we encountered a few villains that All Might couldn't resist, so the three of us ended up standing nearby awkwardly as he did his hero work and talked to fans and reporters. After each little encounter he would have to escape, wait a few minutes, and wander back in his true form to grab us. I couldn't help but wonder if this was my life now. I wondered what Izuku was up to.
The four of us spent the weekend chatting and watching movies. We taught him some sign language and he gave us tips on our combat skills and hypothetical quirk usage. The fact that the most normal series of days I had experienced in literal years was spent with fucking Dad Might was surreal. By Sunday night, even Rin was lightly smiling as Toshinori told stories about his days as a young hero.
Surprising even me, the four of us ended up dressed and at UA fifteen minutes before homeroom was supposed to start. Of course, we were supposed to get there an hour early to allow for the quirk suppressors to fade, but considering the fact that Toshinori didn't think about the fact that he had one shower and four people and didn't set his alarm any earlier than he would have if he was still on his own, I think we managed pretty well.
We had our UA uniforms. Rin and Chizue wore theirs with leggings to cover up their scars, but I chose the tall socks, frankly because I was just so ecstatic that my calves were normally sized in this life and the tall socks I loved finally looked good on me.
Another unforeseen side effect of this situation was that I had gone from low dose quirk suppressants (in the home), to very high dose (in transit), to no dose (in school) in the span of about thirty minutes and it was really fucking with my -well- everything. Illidari's presence was coming in waves like she was speaking another language through a fan. My balance was screwy. And I felt like I could projectile vomit at any given moment. I wasn't looking forward to this being an every morning occurrence. I had experienced quite a few medication side effects in my time, but this was the worst.
Especially when Chizue, fully believing I was able to see, let me go as we opened the door to 1A, and a wave of vertigo hit as I stepped over the barrier. I vaguely registered some pain, but mostly it was the cold of the tile on my face and the roaring laughter of Chizue and Bakugou. I groaned as I pushed myself up, and my vision decided to come back as I looked up to see Izuku looking at me. As I looked up to his eyes, I could see his face contort as he started giggling. I scowled at him, "Oh come on. Not you too..."
He manages to control his giggles long enough to grab my forearms and lift me to my feet, but as soon as he does, another wave hits and my vision blanks, but thankfully his hands were gripping my arms gently but firmly as he supported practically all my weight. Damn, I forgot he got strong. "Sorry Mei...I thought the rule was we were allowed to laugh as long as no-one was seriously hurt...but...are you...? I thought you just tripped, but then you got all wobbly again, are you okay? Did you hit your head? Do we need to go to Recovery Girl?"
I shake my head, scared to open my mouth for fear of actual, medically induced vomit. Thankfully, Chizue answers, "I think she is fine? The quirk suppressors do some strange things to your body when you are coming on or off of them, and she has gone through such a range of dosages in a short time, I think it may have fucked up her system a bit." I nod, biting my inner lip as the nausea intensifies before fading and rotating my hands so that I can grip Izuku's biceps for support and...Damn.
My vision still refuses to return though, and Illidari is little more than an annoying buzzing sound, but that's when a realization occurs, "How many people just saw me faceplant in the front of the classroom?"
Izuku chuckles nervously, "Uh, ten? Including Chizue, Rin and myself." I grip his arms and he stutters, "I-if it helps, they mostly look concerned! The only one who laughed was Kacchan, and that's cause he's well- Kacchan."
"-The fuck you just say, nerd?!" I hear the crackling noises and the sound of a desk moving, followed by a stern voice taking control, Iida, muttering about quirk usage and profanity in the classroom. I wasn't really listening because that's when I felt the heat of someone leaning in between Izuku and myself, Chizue, from the smell of her, as she whispers just loud enough for the two of us (no small feat for her)
"Don't worry, your boyfriend wasn't one of the ten." She taunts, and Izuku promptly makes an utterly embarrassing (even second-hand) squeal followed by a sputtered whisper,
"B-boyfriend!? Why didn't you tell me you liked someone? Who is it? Is it someone you liked before?"
"Shut. Up." I manage to growl out. I can feel my face heating. I did not want to talk to fucking Izuku about my unhealthy obsession with a person I have spoken to literally once.
"Oh come on!" Chizue continues, and I feel Rin crawl into this awkward circle, throwing an arm around my shoulders and squeezing herself in between me and Chizue, "Tell him about how the cool and collected Meiko turned into some blubbering, blushing fangirl after one conversation!"
I was about to threaten her with bodily harm when an unknown presence and scent popped up very suddenly on the other side of Izuku and myself, causing a frankly unflattering english gasp of 'Jesus fucking Christ.' Of course, he was undeterred by my alarm and inserted himself into the conversation anyway.
"Oh? We talking about Meiko's blatant crush on Tokoyami?" Shinso was one of my favorite characters, but right now, I wanted to set him on fire. Izuku let out a muffled squeal just as my vision came back and Illidari muttered something about embarrassment feeling somehow worse than physical pain. Izuku was directly across from me, our arms still grasping each other for dear life. To my right was Rin and Chizue huddled in close, and I couldn't help but think that that was the closest I have seen Chizue get to anyone other than us without being on edge. To my left was Shinso, leaning in to the other side of the strange little circle like he deserved to be there.
"I will end...all of you." I threaten, and they start to giggle, but my eyes catch the movement of Tokoyami and Shouji entering the classroom. Their eyes fell on our huddle in front of the teachers desk and they look wary for just a moment before heading to their seats. My color vision starts to come back and I glance away from my friends and around the room, finally noticing that everyone is trying hard not to stare at us, but they are all varying levels of concerned and worried.
Shinso was apparently the first to pick up on what I just realized because he barks a laugh and leans back to his regular height, and speaks at a normal volume, "Holy shit, the three villains and the two kids who mysteriously know them already are huddled up, whispering in hushed tones. We look like we are plotting something nefarious."
Izuku squawks looking around the room at everyone as he drops my arms and the circle breaks, "N-No, don't think that! It's nothing bad we were just teasing Meiko about her cr-"
To my utter shock, it was Rin's hand that was suddenly clamped over Izuku's mouth, cutting off his frantic explanation. He stares at her and she merely raises a brow. Izuku inhales through his nose loudly, his eyes widening; apparently just realizing that we were whispering for a reason. Thank God for Rin.
She drops her hand and Izuku continues, "B-but really! We were just talking n-not plotting! I promise! T-they aren't bad! They aren't really villains! I think they were just...misunderstood." Izuku stammers out with a surprising amount of poise.
Iida clears his throat and pushes his glasses up with one finger, "Midoriya is right. We should give our classmates the benefit of the doubt! Regardless of their background, Aizawa-sensei vouched for them. Midoriya performed quite heroically at the entrance exam and Shinso was admitted on recommendations, and the way I see it, those three opinions should be enough to convince us not to believe the worst."
"Well said Iida." A monotone voice drawls from the doorway, and hell I didn't even see Aizawa come in. I didn't realize how much time had passed or even notice that the rest of the class, with the exception of us five at the front of the room and Iida, who was standing beside his desk, were seated and ready for class as they were watching the drama unfold. Aizawa sighs. "I should have expected something like this... My vague assurances aren't enough to alleviate your worries, and frankly, they shouldn't be." He glances around, "Midoriya. Shinso. Iida. Sit down. You three, stay here." He gestures to the open space between the door and his desk and we oblige. Rin and Chizue both with a hand on my upper arms, ready to steady me if I lose balance again. He moves so that he is leaning against his desk, standing beside us, glancing over, "Are you three okay with a Q & A?"
I nod and Chizue snorts, "Sure. I'm an open book. If they ask something I'm not comfortable answering I'll say so, but do my best." She shrugs, "I get that they are afraid of us. If I were them, I would be too, so, I'll do my best."
He hums, "Do I have your permission to disclose personal records and information I see fit with the students in this class?"
"Yes." Chizue and I answer in unison, and Rin signs an affirmative, knowing that legally, he needs more than a nod.
"Good. Let me know if I get anything wrong." He starts before pausing to take a deep breath. "Let's start with Meiko... I know more of her story" I can't see him, but I get the distinct feeling he just rolled his class is watching him in quiet attention. "Meiko Ryuniko. Her mother died in childbirth. She was raised by her father. It has come to my attention since meeting her that there are supernatural entities beyond our understanding that exist in this world, and sometimes, they bind to humans and can act as quirks. Meiko's father, Kyo Ryuniko was quirkless, until he received this type of union quirk. A quirk with sentience that he couldn't control. You might know him better by the villain name 'Demon Arms'. He committed a very heavily televised massacre that killed nine people and injured six others." He pauses for a moment, the flashes of recognition and fear and sadness flickering through the room. "He wasn't even aware of his actions. His daughter knew this and tried to stop him, and ended up caught in the crossfire that killed her father and cost her her eyes. She was then labelled an accomplice and sent to a legacy home... For those who don't know, these are small orphanages-" he says the word with so much disgust that I almost want to smile."- meant for the orphaned children of villains. They tend to act as unregulated prisons because the children of villains are almost always assumed to be destined for villainy themselves."
A hand shoots up, Yaoyorozu, "They are imprisoned before they commit any crimes? How is that legal?"
Aizawa scoffs, "They aren't regulated as prisons. They are private institutions loosely funded by the Hero Commission. Minors under their care are legally theirs. Their policies or practices aren't denoted by any regulations. Basically, they do whatever they want. You don't even want to know the kind of atrocities I have come across in those places since I started this project." He sighs, glancing to the clock on the wall, "Anyways...that brings us to Chizue and Rin Gingero."
There is a collective gasp, and I feel their hands tighten on my arms. Aizawa continues. "Yes. That Gingero. Their father was Makerov Gingero, villain name: Ginger Snaps. Famous for being able to permanently destroy a quirk with the snap of his fingers. He was also well known for his part in human trafficking and illegal quirk testing. After the raid on his base, his twin daughters were taken to the same Legacy home as Meiko. The three of them escaped from the home and were officially dubbed villains. It should be noted that since then, that legacy home has been investigated and shut down for violations of the Geneva Convention." Chizue scoffs, and Aizawa ignores her and continues, "After their escape, they lived on the streets and acted as vigilantes. The locals all praised them for their kindness. They looked the other way when they shoplifted food, because they acted as heros in a part of town that rarely saw any pro heroes. They saved people, even though every time they showed their faces, they were at risk of going to prison. That's why I recruited them."
There is a long pause where nobody says anything until Tsuyu raises her hand, after an acknowledgement from Aizawa she speaks, looking not at him, but at us. "So, your only crimes were being born to the wrong person... Being a victim of circumstance...escaping from a prison that most likely did horrible things to you...and saving people without a license...?"
We apparently take too long to answer, because Aizawa answers, "That's the gist of it, yeah."
Suddenly, Chizue steps out, "Don't mislead them. My hands aren't clean. I am not a fucking hero. I have done terrible things I can never undo. Blood on my hands that will never come off." Her voice shakes as she raises her voice. Looking at Aizawa.
He doesn't back down, he stares right back, "Were any of those things your decision, or were you forced into it?"
"That doesn't matter. It was my hands...my actions..." Her voice waivers, but she doesn't break.
He sighs, looking at the class, "I challenge any of you to find a hero who doesn't feel like their hands are filthy, be it from villains they were forced to kill or people they couldn't save. What sets heroes apart from the villains is how they feel about it. Remorse is the mark of someone who is good." He looks to Chizue, "I can't even imagine what living with him was like, but if he forced you to hurt people, you can't blame yourself. The guilt you feel over the things you were forced to do proves that you aren't like him." I see her bite her lip, and I can see the waves of guilt flowing through her, but also a little bit of hope as she nods at him.
He looks back across the class, "Feel free to ask any of us questions." When nobody says anything, Chizue laughs.
"Seriously guys. If you are worried or curious about something, it's better to ask us now while we are prepared for it than catch us off guard later, or if you continue to look at me like I'm my fucking father."
After a moment, Kirishima hesitantly raises his hand and then speaks, "Uh...you said why Meiko was blind, but what about you two? Were you born deaf and mute or was it..." He drifts off, obviously not wanting to say something insensitive.
Chizue smiles reassuringly at him. "My father kidnapped my mother to get her quirk. Her quirk allowed her to use a quirk that was explained to her, as long as the owner told her what to do. Not very hero worthy on its own, but when combined with my father's power to absorb quirks in his fingers...he ended up with me. I touch someone and I can disable, strengthen, or use someone else's quirk. Which is what he wanted. What he didn't want was the side effect of my mother's quirk that was that I had to follow verbal commands of the quirk holder. He realized he could fix this problem when I was about twelve and he poured acid in my ears." She shrugs. And glances back at Rin, who gives her a nod. "Rin's story is similar. Someone wanted to shut her up, so they damaged her vocal cords permanently."
A hand, Jirou, "You said someone. Was it not your dad?" Chizue gulps, looking to Rin and Rin signs, I translate,
"Our mother" She pauses, and I wait for her to continue, I didn't even know it wasn't their dad. "When you live like we lived, you realize everyone has a breaking point. I just happened to be the one who finally pushed her over the line." Rin gives a mournful smile and Jirou nods. I can't help but notice the harsh intake of breath from Todoroki.
A hand. Kaminari, looking at me. "If you are blind, how can you see what she is signing?" Everyone glances around, presumably wondering how they didn't notice.
I smirk. "When my dad died, I took his quirk. Most of you probably figured that out from the quirk test. It allows me to see. Sort of. I don't see the way that you do. Everything is black and white. I see outlines of things. I can see people by their souls, those are the only things that hold color. It's hard to explain, but if it helps it make sense, Hagakure looks exactly the same to me as the rest of you. Except Tokoyami, because he and Dark Shadow each have their own soul, and I see both of them." Everyone is a little confused, but nobody asks anything further.
A hand, Ashido. "How do you know Midoriya and Shinso?"
Midoriya smiles at me, and I glance to Bakugou who rolls his eyes, "I went to school with Midoriya and Bakugou up until the uh...incident. Midoriya has been my best friend since we were five."
Chizue answers after me, "And I met Purple Man one time while we were on the run, like, two years ago. I shoplifted and he tried to catch me. I broke his nose and he broke my ankle. We talked for a bit, and I ran. We hadn't seen each other again until last Friday."
Aizawa clears his throat, "Alright. It seems like everyone is a lot more comfortable with each other now, so you can continue this on your own time. Homeroom is almost over. I trust you all understand your schedules?" Silence. "Good. Regular classes until lunch. Hero courses after." He glances at the clock. "You have ten minutes until English. Do what you want, just try not to make too much noise." He brushes past the three of us and pulls his yellow sleeping bag out from under the desk. "You three, go sit down."
The open seats are Aoyama's: in the front near the door and in front of Mina. Kouda's: behind Kirishima and in front of Shinso, and Mineta's: in between Midoriya and Yaoyorozu. Rin moves first, taking Aoyama's spot, probably assuming that Chizue would want to be near Shinsou and I would want to be near Izuku. Of course, that also puts Tokoyami right beside me. Oh fuck me.
As I sit there, listening to Izuku talk about God knows what. I glance across Tokoyami's silent reading of a novel to see Chizue talking to Kirishima, who is spun all the way around and smiling at her like the fucking ball of sunshine he is. Up near the front, I see Mina holding a conversation with Rin, and I decide that they are both fine. They are included. It's...nice. I tune back into Midoriya's rambling and laugh at the obviously irritated Bakugou and I am excited. Yeah, there is a shitshow that is going to happen. But there is also a lot of fun. And I fully intend to let myself enjoy this as much as I can.
~~NOTES~~~
This chapter wasn't exactly planned. I didn't intend to write like, 2000 words of Dadmight, or have this weird throwback to like, the first iteration of this story that existed in my head. It just sort of happened. I didn't want to skip over the small things to get to the things we love. Yeah, the team battles will be great, but we can't just rush into it. We gotta savor it. The little character interactions are what I live for. I hope you like it!
I also can't believe that in this position I could just sit by and do nothing for Todoroki. Of course, it didn't work. But I would still try. Same for Shigaraki. I mean, I have huge soft spots for the villains, and that is probably going to become an issue in this fic.
(Also if you are confused about seating, just google the 1A seating chart. Meiko replaces Mineta. Rin replaces Aoyama. Chizue replaces Koda and Shinso replaces Sado. Speaking of the missing characters, there is a very good chance that some of them will end up in 1B replacing 1B characters I don't particularly like. Let me know what you think!)
I have started writing the next chapter too! Be proud, I'm proud (of myself...yeah...sue me.)
Love ya'll!
~Jumb
