"What time is it?" Jutsu asked aloud, waking up and seeing a bright white ceiling, and the strange smell of sterility assaulted his nose. "Hospital?"

"Close." A voice said to his right. Jutsu turned to see Recovery Girl looking at him over her pink glasses. "I swear, you're in here almost as much as Midoriya."

"Sorry." Jutsu replied, sitting up and looking at his hands, which were wrapped tightly in linen. "Am I free to go?"

"Free to go home. The school day is over." Recovery Girl informed him. Jutsu's jaw dropped momentarily, trying to think of what classes he missed. When he realised that the exercise had actually been the last class of the day, he relaxed.

"Good thing I didn't miss anything. Exams are coming up." He groaned, sitting up and placing his feet on the ground. He noted he was still in his hero suit.

"Your uniform is on the other bed." Recovery Girl said, turning around and writing something down. Jutsu stood from his bed walking over to the other and pulling the curtain behind him.

After a short moment, he was fully dressed and placed his hero suit in its case. "Thank you again, Recovery Girl." Jutsu said respectfully as he bowed and exited the room.

"Take care of yourself now. You can remove the bandages in two days, just don't use your Quirk." The nurse instructed, Jutsu nodding in agreement as he closed the door.

He let out a breath once the door had clicked shut, and turned down the hall. He stared at the hand that wasn't carrying his case, bringing it up and clenching into a fist. "Haven't had an accident like that in a while."

He walked back to his home room, opening the door and finding it completely empty. Across from the door on a wall was a single outstretched drawer, the number '13' in red painted onto it. Jutsu placed his own suit into the drawer and slid it shut.

He turned to where his seat was in class, and grabbed the bag from under it. He swung his bag over his shoulder and exited the room. His steps echoed in the empty building, giving Jutsu an odd sensation, having never been in the school after hours.

"Weird." He so eloquently thought. He finally left the school grounds, turning back around as a force of habit, expecting to see a head of strawberry blonde waving at him. "Duh. She left already." He reminded himself.

"I don't think I've actually talked to her since the phone call." He mused as he walked home, before slowly coming to a stop. "Oh God. She's going to kill me." He continued walking, mentally writing out his own will.

"I think Kaminari would like my games. Kirishima can have my punching bag." "JUTSU!" A voice exclaimed. Jutsu turned to see emerald eyes glare at him. "EVERYTING ELSE CAN BE SORTED AMONGST MY-"

Jutsu's train of thought, along with any other thoughts, were cut off by a smack to his head. "Oi!" He winced, meeting the eyes of the person who hit him. Itsuka stood strong, hands on her hips as she glared up at him.

"Uh… Hi." He got another smack on the head, causing him to wince and look down. "Hey you cut the call on me!" Another smack, but this one was not as hard as the others. Jutsu looked up to see Itsuka's eyes watering.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT! FEMALE CRYING! ACTIVATE BIG BROTHER MODE!" Jutsu stepped forward and brought Itsuka into a hug, causing the girl to freeze lightly. "I'm sorry." He whispered, knowing that she was upset about his actions over a week ago in Hosu.

"You idiot." She cried, bringing her arms to connect around his back. "I was so worried about you. And then I didn't see you at all. Do you know how scared I was?" She was nestled into Jutsu's chest, so he was unable to see her face.

"I don't. And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Jutsu told her. For a moment, the two hugged in silence. "You broke the deal." Jutsu said in a light tone.

Itsuka looked up from his chest in confusion. "You, me and Kaseki made a deal, remember?" Her eyes squinted slightly, before remembering what Jutsu meant.

"Damn it, Kagaku. You're really bringing that up now?" She said with a small laugh.

"Yeah! Promises are important!" Jutsu exclaimed in mock offence. Itsuka laughed whole heartedly now, her tears completely dried. "There we go. Smiles look much better on you than tears." He smiled down at her.

Itsuka grew a fierce blush as she refused to make eye contact with the taller boy. "Weird. Why's she looking away?" Itsuka coughed lightly, began to speak.

"Are you, doing anything later today?" She asked. Jutsu looked to the sky for a moment, mentally checking his schedule. He had received barely any homework that day, and saw no reason he would come to regret whatever it was Itsuka asked.

"Nah. I'm free." He told her happily.

"Well, I was wondering if you…" She seemed to trail off, apparently thinking through her words. Jutsu waited patiently for whatever it was she wanted. She sighed, apparently having made her choice of words.

"Would you help me tune up my dad's motorbike?" She asked, although she looked as though she had something else she wanted to ask instead.

"Of course." Jutsu replied with a smile. "I won't be able to use my Quirk though." He said, holding up his bandaged hands. Itsuka let out a gasp of shock, and grabbed his hands, bringing them close to her face for inspection.

"How did this happen!?" She exclaimed, spreading out the fingers to stare at the wrapping.

"Itsuka…" Jutsu spoke.

"How is it you always have your hands hurt!?" She questioned, grabbing his other hand and inspecting it.

"Itsuka…"

"Do you have some sort of hand crusher curse!?"

"Itsuka…"

Itsuka finally looked up at Jutsu, seeing his face forcefully contorted into a smile. "Could you stop, they still sting a little?"

Itsuka instantly brought her hands back in fear. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" She was cut off by Jutsu placing the hand she had grabbed on her shoulder.

"It's fine. You didn't know." He smiled at her. "Now, how about we fix your bike?"

Itsuka nodded, rubbing her eye lightly, and turned around to her house. The moment she was no longer looking at Jutsu, he grabbed his wrist and stared at his hand, mouth wide open in a silent scream of pain.

Itsuka turned back momentarily to ask Jutsu a question, and he had reverted to a normal posture. "Do you even know how to fix a motorbike?" She asked.

Jutsu shrugged. "You don't spend the better half of a year trying to turn your foot into a bike wheel without learning how to fix them." He smirked at Itsuka, as she laughed lightly.

"Good point. Come on then." She waved him in, opening the garage that was separate from her house. "It's a lot different than Hatsume's." Jutsu thought, seeing various tools lined up on the side, and a motorbike on a raised platform with a toolbox next to it.

"Harley." Jutsu said, impressed. "Don't see many of them in Japan."

"Yeah, my dad's kind of a nut when it comes to bikes. Guess it rubbed off on me." She rubbed the back of her head awkwardly and bent over to grab something from the tool box. Jutsu turned his head away politely, looking at the rest of the garage.

"Catch!" Jutsu turned at the sound, and acted on instinct, grabbing whatever it was just before it hit him. "Woah! That was close!" Itsuka exclaimed.

She was not wrong, as the pointed end of a wrench was inches from Jutsu's eye. "Yeah. Jeez. Warn me next time." Jutsu joked twirling the tool in his hand.

"How'd you catch it though?" Itsuka asked, confused. "I mean, I wanted you to catch it, but I'm surprised you did."

"I've got good reflexes." Jutsu shrugged. "You get that from playing video games." He caught another tool that Itsuka threw at him. "Could you stop now? Both my hands are full." He looked at the other tool, seeing it was a screw driver.

"Alright. Sorry. I was just surprised." Itsuka apologised, sitting crosslegged in front of the bike and rummaging through the tool box. Jutsu sat down on the other side of the bike.

"So, what do you want me to do?" He asked.

"Just tighten a few things, if you see anything that looks like a problem, let me know." She informed him. Jutsu nodded, and inspected the vehicle. It was well cared for, that much was obvious. The sleek black of the machine reminded him a movie with hyper intelligent AI.

"Your dad a fan of Terminator?" Jutsu asked while tightening a bold.

"Yeah. How'd you know?" Itsuka replied, looking over the bikes seat to look at the taller boy.

"It's the same one that's in the movie." Jutsu explained, his eyes roving over the bike. Halfway through, they met with Itsuka's eyes. The girl blinked once, silver and emerald meeting.

"So what happened during your work experience?" Itsuka asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"I can't tell you." Jutsu said, causing Itsuka to frown and open her mouth. "That's not me making an excuse. I literally cannot tell you. I'm not allowed to." The red head looked at Jutsu questioningly.

"Why?" She asked. Jutsu gave her a blank look. "You can't tell me why you can't tell me?" He nodded. "Was it illegal?" He made no move.

"Technically, it was not." Itsuka's eyes widened. "It was a silly thing anyway let's move past it." He said quickly. Itsuka opened her mouth to argue, but Jutsu cut across her. "What did you do during your work experience?"

Her face fell, and she looked to the ground. "Nothing…" She muttered. Jutsu rose an eyebrow.

"But you said you were with Yaoyorozu, and you were nominated by, Uwabami?" He recalled Itsuka telling him these facts.

"Yes. But we didn't do anything." She spoke quietly. Jutsu could tell that something happened. "Maybe she's in the same boat as me. She's not allowed talk about it." Jutsu returned his attention to the bike in front of him.

"Well, as long as you enjoyed it I guess." The two continued in silence, the only sound being the occasional twisting of a screw or tapping of metal on metal. The silence was interrupted by a strange alarming noise.

"What was that?" Itsuka asked. Jutsu reached into his pocket and took out his phone.

"Sorry. It's the guy's group chat." He responded, checking what was going on.

[Pikachu]: Yous guys would not believe whaaat I just found

[Prez]: Kaminari! Please use proper grammar when texting!

[SeeRoo]: liten up pres, whachu got Kami?

[Pikachu]: I have disscovered a video of some people we all know

Jutsu began to panic, wondering if another video of himself and Stain had surfaced. He began to type rapidly.

[You]: What is it Kaminari?

[Bom-omb]: it better not be some ducking meme again

[Bomb-omb]: fuxking autocompilation

[Pikachu]: Its not a meme

[Pikachu]: Just watch

Kaminari sent a link to the chat, and against his better judgement, Jutsu opened it. His phone took a minute to load, and he ended up on his 'YoTube' app. A small jingle sounded, and a woman began to speak.

"Wave up your hair with just one spray" The video faded from black, and showed a woman holding a can of hair spray, while holding her green curly hair in her other hand. "Do the wave with Coil Hairspray today!"

In the background were two girls with wavy pony tails, the two of them both holding the hairspray. Jutsu's eyes widened as he recognised the girl on the right. He looked back up from the video to meet Itsuka's eyes.

The girl in question looked as pale as a ghost, her eyes wide in fright. "I-I-I-I" She stuttered. Jutsu paused the video immediately, seeing how uncomfortable it made her.

For a short moment, neither of them spoke. "Your hair looked nice when it was curly." The techno boy told his friend.

"…You think so?" She asked, focusing intently on a particular screw in the bike.

"Well, yeah. I know a thing or two about hair." Jutsu joked rubbing his own hair.

"Where did you get the video?" Itsuka asked quietly. Jutsu looked back to the phone, exiting out of the video and back into the group chat, where several people were freaking out.

"Do you want me to smack the guy who linked it?" He asked. The red head nodded slowly. "Glad to."

[You]: Kaminari, you're getting smacked

[Pikachu]: Wtf!? Its not like i pulled a mineta

[Punching Bag]: Why is my name a meme?

[You]: Mineta, did you watch the video?

[Punching Bag]: …

[Punching Bag]: Nooooooo…

[You]: I'm smacking you too

[Punching Bag]: Are you going to smack everyone who watche d the video?

[You]: Probably

[FreezerBurn]: That's cold Kaga-Kun

[You]: Did you just…

[Red Riot]: NICE ONE TODO

[You]: Hey, Todoroki, want to see something I learned to copy?

[You]: You sent to the group chat

[FreezerBurn]: …

[FreezerBurn]: I apologise

[You]: Ok, Todo gets no smacks

[Red Riot]: are you really gonna smack everyone who watched it?

[You]: Damn straight. You're all gonna have to form a line.

[Bomb-Omb]: like heck your smacking me

[You]: You could have just lied about seeing the video

[Bomb-Omb]: …

[Bomb-Omb]: Duck

[Bomb-Omb]: FUCK

"Ok, people are getting smacked." Jutsu smiled, pocketing his phone. Itsuka smiled, then looked hesitant.

"People? As in, more than one?" She asked. Jutsu nodded in confirmation. "That's not really necessary. Just the person who sent it is fine. And don't be too hard!" She pleaded.

Jutsu took back out his phone and began typing.

[You]: Change of plans, only Pikachu is getting smacked

[Pikachu]: WHyyyyyyyyy

[You]: Cause they asked me to

[Punching Bag]: Who asked oyu?

[Punching Bag]: Are you with one of them?

[Punching Bag]: At this time?

[Punching Bag]: And you call me the pervert

[You]: …

[You]: Either shut up or your getting smacked too

[Punching Bag]: …

[Punching Bag]: I'll be quiet

[Prez]: Jutsu! You cannot threaten your classmates so casually!

[You]: Did you watch the video?

[Prez]: …

[Prez]: Carry on.

Jutsu smiled, placing the phone back in his pocket. He then remembered what Mineta had said, and took it back out and checked the time. "Holy shit!" He said, surprised at the time. They had been working on the bike for little over two hours.

Itsuka looked up, curious as to her mechanical friends outburst. When she saw he was looking at his phone, she glanced at her own. "Ah! I didn't mean to keep you that long! I'm sorry!" She apologised quickly.

"It's fine Itsuka." Jutsu told her, standing, feeling his joints popping. "I enjoyed spending time with you." He smiled at her.

Itsuka's face lit up in both a blush and a smile. "Thanks Ju-" She cut herself off. "Thanks, Kagaku." She tilted her head slightly, causing her ponytail to jump along with the movement.

Jutsu simply smiled, and turned to leave. But not before giving Itsuka a final hug. The two embraced, one of them reading into the action a lot more than the other. "I'll be sure to walk home with you tomorrow." Jutsu promised as he broke the hug.

Itsuka smiled up at him and nodded, then watched as he walked away, waving goodbye to her. Once he was out of sight, Itsuka slid the garage door closed… and then proceeded to whack her head against it.

"Why! Can't! I! Just! Tell! Him!" Her self-inflicted torture was stopped when a different door to the garage opened.

"Sweet heart. If you do that you'll dent the door and your head." Itsuka's mother told her. The redhead gave a muffled reply to her mother, who looked exactly like her if only a bit older and taller.

"Good. Now, how about I make you some coffee and we can talk about your boy troubles." The older lady suggested.

"Mom!" Itsuka exclaimed, blushing red.

"You didn't say no."


No she did not. Does Kodai have some competition here? Seeing as Jutsu is oblivious as fuck, it would not really be considered competition. Also, what did you think of the 'group text' part. I'd like to know if you liked the style, so I may use it later if necessary.

Also, shoutout to PokemonKing for Bakugou's nickname.

Also also, I feel the need to clarify that Jutsu is not going to have a harem. I know that, based on what has been written, you may not believe that. And to that I say, fair enough. I'll get into the why he's not later, but for now, just know he's not getting one.

Anyway, if you liked it, let me know, and as always

Until Next Time

-Friday