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Dabi didn't know how to react to the person sitting in front of him. Of all the people he expected to meet during his incarceration, Inko Midoriya wasn't one of them.
"I came here to ask you some questions about my son," she stated clearly.
Dabi frowned.
"Why you just ask him yourself?" he responded confused. "You are his mother."
Inko sighed. She knew this would be difficult for anyone to understand.
"True, but, what I want to know can only be answered by someone who knew him," she explained.
Dabi immediately understood that she wanted the opinion of someone who knew him while he was in the League. And since he was the only one available it made sense.
Inko looked at him seriously.
"During the time you and Izuku knew each other in the League, what sort of person was he?" she asked.
Dabi thought about this for a few seconds. It wasn't that hard to answer.
"Honestly, he was probably the nicest member in the League," he replied. "He was polite to everyone he encountered. He didn't judge. He wasn't an asshole. He got on well with most of us and was capable of making us like him without trying."
Inko was a little, but not completely surprised at that information. Izuku had always been a kind boy. It was nice to know that that hadn't changed while he was away.
"He was definitely one of the saner members of the League, alongside Kurogiri and Compress," Dabi declared. "Barring when he performed quirk analysis on some of us."
Inko stared at him blankly.
"He started muttering a lot and very quickly about how your quirks worked, what they were capable of, and how they could be improved, didn't he?" Inko deadpanned.
Dabi's eyes widened, and that was all the proof Inko needed.
"Yeah, he does that. Every time he sees a quirk, specifically a hero's, he starts taking detailed notes on it," she explained. "He's done it since he was very young."
Though she would never say it, Izuku's habit was the one thing she disliked about her son, mostly because it was creepy.
"I see," Dabi murmured.
Deku had told him that quirk analysis was a hobby of his, though it seemed like more than that.
"Despite these things, he could be aggressive when he wanted to," Dabi continued. "If someone tried to harm him, he would fight back without the slightest bit of mercy."
Inko's eyes narrowed. That was different to the Izuku she knew from a year ago. Her reaction did not go unnoticed.
"It makes sense if you think about, considering where he was and who he was with," Dabi reasoned catching Inko's attention. "As I said before, not everyone in the League liked Deku. Muscular hated him and wanted to break him. Moonfish stated several times he wanted to eat the guys flesh. Toga was tempted to stab him for blood at the start until he made her back off and she changed to getting along with him. The list goes on."
"Did he get hurt?" Inko asked concerned.
Dabi thought about this.
"Sometimes he'd get a scratch or a bruise but not much more than that. And those who did it often ended up with some in return," he answered.
Inko didn't say anything. She believed it was for the best that her son had done what he had done to defend himself.
"Still, he had a unique presence around us," Dabi murmured. "I don't know how to describe it but, the way he was, the way he treated and interacted with us. It was like he shone a bright in that place of darkness, making it brighter for everyone."
Inko was intrigued by what she was hearing. Just what had Izuku done? She then noticed that Dabi, without realizing it had begun to smile.
"For me, it felt nice," he revealed. "It was so different from what I was used to in my life."
Inko could detect a hint of sadness in his voice while he said all that. Part of her couldn't help but wonder what had driven a man like him to become a villain. She was starting to think the same about all villains. Were they like her son? People wronged and pushed so far that they became the way they are now to get a better life. She didn't know.
She did however, decide to ask a different, and slightly more personal question.
"How did you and Izuku meet?" she asked. "I remember at the hospital you mentioned you liked him the most out of all the League. Were you close?"
"Close enough," he answered. "We got along most because we were saner than most members, and it was easier for us to talk with one another. As for how we met well, me and Toga came to join the League after being inspired by Stain. We got into a bit of a fight with Shigaraki at the start which was stopped by Kurogiri. That's when Deku showed up. I recognised him as the one who fought alongside Stain in Hosu. He didn't stay long though, he left to go find Shigaraki. I joined along with Toga and we had our first official conversation days later."
Flashback
It was three days after he and Toga had joined the League that Dabi and Izuku spoke for the first actual time. Dabi was at the bar to check up on any news only to be returned with plans were in motion. Apparently, they were on standby for the moment. And by 'they' he meant the other villains that had joined this little group. It was starting off small but was steadily growing bit by bit. Today it was just Dabi there, along with Kurogiri who was working at the bar. He was just watching the news when Izuku came in, having finished his daily work. He sat down a seat away from Dabi and ordered a Lucozade from Kurogiri who served it quickly.
"You like that sort of stuff," Dabi said before he could stop himself.
"Yeah, it's my favourite soft drink," he replied calmly not looking up. "Why? Got a problem with that!?"
Dabi chuckled.
"Not at all. Just curious. My favourite is 7 Up," he responded.
That's when Izuku looked at him for the first time.
"Dabi, isn't it?" he addressed.
"That's my name. And yours is Deku," he replied. "Well, your villain name at least."
Izuku took a sip of his Lucozade.
"Pleasure to officially meet you, considering how our first meeting went," Izuku said.
"I guess. Though that was mostly Shigaraki's fault for having a tantrum," Dabi stated. "Speaking of which, I don't know what you said to make him grow up but good job. He came back a new man with a creed worth following. The guy's got conviction I'll give him that."
Izuku took another sip of his drink. He then hummed softly in agreement.
"How did someone as young as you get driven to this life?" Dabi asked suddenly.
"I could ask you the same thing," Izuku softly retorted. "You don't appear that much older than me."
"Looks can be deceiving," Dabi pointed out.
"That they can," Izuku agreed. "But my point still stands."
Dabi glanced at him amused.
"Fine, I'm twenty-two," Dabi admitted. "As for how I became this way, well, that's something I'll only tell when I want people to know."
"I see," Izuku acknowledged. "I'm fifteen."
That surprised Dabi who hadn't thought he was that young. However, that only made him curious.
"I know this isn't fair but, how did this happen to you?" Dabi asked. "Kurogiri said they took you in when you were on the verge of death."
Izuku shrugged.
"That's more or less accurate," Izuku stated. "They found me at the exact moment when I was about to die."
"How did that happen?" Dabi asked not giving up. "Someone try and off you? Or were you caught in accident?"
Izuku stopped drinking and stared at the counter.
"Sort of the first one," he admitted.
Dabi was really curious now. And as such he decided look into it further.
"Who? A regular mugger or someone trying to rob you?" he pressed.
"Myself." Izuku answered in an emotionless tone.
Dabi froze. He hadn't been expecting that kind of response. Also, the way Izuku spoke about it like it was nothing, it unnerved him. There was silence between the two of them until Izuku broke it.
"Rather than just give you my entire life story I'll just give you a summary," Izuku said. "To start Dabi, I'm quirkless."
That surprised him more than anything. This was the same kid who fought a Nomu in Hosu alongside Stain and came out victorious. And he was quirkless.
Dabi had nothing against the quirkless. If anything, he sympathised with their plight better than most people. Mostly because he understood what it was like to be in their shoes.
"Considering that information, you should have a basic idea of what I went through as a child," Izuku continued.
"Actually, I have a very good idea," Dabi interrupted.
Izuku looked up at him with an expression that held a mixture of confusion and suspicion. Dabi sighed and began to explain.
"Most peoples quirks show up between the ages of four and seven, however, there are some exceptions. Some who's quirks don't arrive until they are older," he explained.
Izuku's eyes narrowed but said nothing. He knew this was possible. He'd heard cases about this happening online. Some children don't develop a quirk until they are either nine or ten. Some in their teens, an even rarer situation. He even heard of this one case where a woman developed a quirk at the age of twenty.
"Mine didn't manifest until I was twelve," Dabi said solemnly. "But up until that point I was considered quirkless, and I'm sure you can guess what I had to go through."
Izuku's remained silent for a minute.
"Would I be correct in assuming you were ripped on and bullied for being quirkless by your peers, and having few to zero friends due to most avoiding you like a plague?" Izuku asked. "Would I also be correct in assuming you were called useless and weak by those around you?"
Dabi's silence spoke volumes for Izuku.
"It was the same for me," Izuku informed him. "Every day I would come home with new bruises and scars."
"Same. I had a couple of burns with it all though," Dabi said. His expression darkened. "Aside from my peers, my father wasn't happy about me being quirkless. He viewed me as inferior and a mistake. He had no problem showing it, both verbally and physically."
Izuku frowned. His father may not have liked him for being quirkless but he never did anything like that.
"My father just up and left," Izuku stated bluntly. "He couldn't stand having a quirkless child because of the ridicule he received at work. He moved abroad to get away from it all, or more specifically, me."
Dabi grunted in annoyance.
"Adults are such dicks," he deadpanned.
"I think you mean most adults are dicks," Izuku corrected. "Not all of them are like that. Some are actually pretty decent believe it or not."
Dabi gazed at him with a soft expression. He immediately knew who he was talking about.
"I'm gonna take a wild guess and assume you're talking about your mother, the parent that didn't abandon you," he said.
Izuku nodded and stared at the counter. Then, for the first time since he had met him, Dabi noticed Izuku smiling warmly.
"She was the kindest person you could ever meet. She cared about me every day since I was born, and me being quirkless didn't mean shit to her. She loved me unconditionally and I loved her," Izuku explained sadly. "In all honesty, she is the one thing in my former life that I miss."
Dabi didn't know why, but, he smiled when he heard that. Perhaps it was because he knew how Izuku felt. His mother had been the same as his. She never cared about whether he was quirkless or not, because in her eyes he was her son, and no one else. To her, he didn't need a quirk to be special, the fact that he was her child made him special already.
Unfortunately, his mother wasn't the same as she once was. His father wasn't a nice person and was very abusive when it came to getting what he wanted. She was now in a poorer state locked away, and he hadn't seen her in years. He wasn't sure if he could face her the way he was now. The same could be said for his siblings whom he left behind after 'that incident' where he was forced to leave home and survive on his own.
He decided, for the moment, not to talk about his family.
"I suppose you're right," Dabi agreed. "There are people like that. Though they're a rarity nowadays."
Izuku silently agreed with Dabi's statement. People like that were a rarity. Some of the League (the ones he knew) were among that category.
Izuku finished his drink and prepared to leave. He was tired and wanted to get some rest. And though neither of them had actually said it, Dabi and Izuku enjoyed each other's company. They felt they could relate to one another in certain ways.
"It was nice talking with you Dabi," Izuku said. "Let's do it again sometime. Maybe I'll tell you all about my adventure with Stain in Hosu."
Dabi grinned. "I look forward to it."
Izuku started walking but Dabi called out to him. There had been something bothering him about Izuku.
"Hey, before you go, can I ask you something?" he asked. "Have we met somewhere before?"
Dabi couldn't shake the feeling that he knew Izuku from somewhere. He looked familiar, but he couldn't think of where he'd seen him before.
"I don't think so," Izuku replied. "I don't interact with many villains outside the League since I'm classed as a missing person. Maybe you saw me out while I was working."
"Maybe," Dabi murmured. "Never mind. See ya."
"See ya."
When izuku left it was just Dabi with Kurogiri.
Dabi didn't realize it then, but, he had seen Izuku before. It was in 'that place' during 'that time. When they both realized it, they grew closer. Dabi was the only one to understand the hell Izuku had endured at that place. He also came to know about Izuku's encounter with All Might, as well as the boy who bullied him. Dabi also opened up a bit about the life he had lead as a villain and what drove him to it (though he never revealed his family). It's because of these things that they got along extremely well.
Flashback end
"We spoke more often after that. And that led to us becoming closer," Dabi finished.
Inko remained silent. After listening to everything Dabi had told her she had gotten a better idea of the type of person her son had become, and she was happy.
"Thank you, Dabi, for telling me all of this," she said. "It really helped me a lot. And, I'm glad the League was able to help him through his troubles, I'm glad they saved him when he was plunging into despair. I'm happy he made friends with you all."
Inko wasn't afraid to admit it. Regardless of the fact they were villains, she truly was grateful to them for saving her son when others spited him, and where she had failed as a mother.
Dabi raised an eyebrow at the 'friends' part. He didn't know if he would consider him that since he had never really had friends. He kept his opinion to himself.
"I'm glad I was finally able to meet you after hearing about you from him," Dabi admitted. "He talked about you a lot in the League."
"You said that a while back. Have you and Izuku been in contact at all?" Inko asked.
"We talked a bit last week about his first two days at UA," Dabi explained. "I especially liked the part where he got under Endeavour's skin and caused him to shit himself. The guy is such an asshole that he's had it coming a long time now."
Inko couldn't deny that. She had seen Endeavour on TV and in public, she had seen the type of person he was. Unlike most, she could look past his hero status and see for what a cruel and violent man he was.
"You aren't wrong," Inko admitted. "He's rather horrible for a hero. I still don't like my son becoming enemies with him."
Dabi chuckled at her honesty.
"Well I can see where Deku gets his observational skills from," he exclaimed.
Inko shrugged.
"It's just a habit I developed growing up," she admitted. "It's nice to know that Izuku applied it to something."
"He actually considers quirk analysis a hobby, even though it's gone beyond that," Dabi deadpanned. "Good thing that master of his had him develop an actual hobby, otherwise he would have turned into a total workaholic."
That caught Inko's attention.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Dabi leaned forward. "Let's just say he has a gift for music."
Before she could even ask Inko's time had ended and she was forced to leave. Dabi returned to his cell.
Class 1A Dorms Tuesday Morning
Izuku was up again and did his usual routine. It was his second week at UA and he felt more at ease than before. Whether that was a good or bad thing he didn't know. When he headed downstairs he was greeted by Ochaco this time.
"Morning Deku," she said cheerfully. "How are you today?"
Izuku frowned at being called Deku. Was she calling him that as a nickname, like Bakugo? He couldn't understand why she would address him by his villain name since she hadn't done it so far, and neither had his other classmates. He could tell she didn't mean it as an insult. Perhaps she meant it the way she described it during the battle trial. Ochaco seemed to have realized what she just said.
"Sorry, it just slipped out," she apologised quickly. "I didn't mean it in a bad way. I just-"
"Meant it the way you said it during the battle trial?" Izuku interrupted. Ochaco gazed down at the floor but nodded. Izuku sighed. "Look, I don't mind if you call me that. The way you mean it is actually quite nice, different from what it meant before. Just, don't call me that in school. It would probably cause people to panic if they found out there was a villain attending this school."
He seriously doubted anyone would guess he was a villain, given that he wasn't well known, but at the same time, he couldn't be too careful. It was better than to attract unwanted attention.
Ochaco nodded in understanding. "Deku it is then. The name really does sound cute you know, and like 'you can do it.'"
"Thanks," was all Izuku said as he made tea.
In reality he felt uncomfortable with what Ochaco thought of his name. He wasn't mad at her or anything. It was just that, no one, not even himself, had ever thought of it as anything other than an insult. It was a little unnerving.
"Why do wish to be a hero?" Izuku asked quickly changing the subject.
Ochaco was caught off guard by that question.
"That came out of nowhere," she exclaimed. "Why do you want to know?"
"Just curious I guess," Izuku responded. "Everyone who's here of their own will is here for a reason right."
He didn't have any problem reminding people that this was a prison for him. Ochaco didn't seem to notice however. Actually, she was glancing down at the table with a nervous expression.
It wasn't as though she had a problem with telling Izuku why she wanted to become a hero, it was just that, she was afraid of what he would think of her when he found out.
"If I tell you, will you promise to only judge me until I've fully explained?" Ochaco asked.
Izuku was slightly confused by the question but nodded in confirmation. It was only fair to hear her story before making a decision.
Taking a deep breath, Ochaco started to talk.
"The main reason I want to be a hero is for the money involved," she declared.
Izuku's eyes widened. He would never have guessed a girl like her would want to be a hero solely for that reason. His opinion of her slightly faltered until he reminded himself that he wouldn't judge until he had heard her full story.
"I know it doesn't sound very heroic, and probably greedy but please understand, I'm not doing it for myself. I'm doing it for my parents," Ochaco explained.
Izuku's doubts quickly converted to curiosity. Her desire sounded different from the others.
"You see my parents own a construction business, but it isn't compatible with either of their quirks so we haven't gotten any business in years, thus, leaving them struggling on the financial end," she continued.
Izuku was starting to understand her situation a bit better. She wasn't doing it for herself, she was doing it for them. That made him realize something.
"If you want to help them, then why not work for them?" he asked. "Your quirk could reduce prices on lifting heavy material."
"I know right. That's what I've been saying for years," Ochaco exclaimed. "Only problem is, they don't want me to help. They'd rather I focus on my own dreams since it would make them happier. So, I decided, I wanted to become a hero to make enough money for my parents to live an easy life."
Izuku could see the determination in her eyes when she said that. she then turned her gaze to him awaiting his verdict.
"It's not a bad reason," he admitted. "Most generally do it to become wealthy and famous which makes it selfish, but you're doing it for the sake of others which makes it selfless."
Ochaco was relieved to hear that. She had been afraid of Izuku hating her for why she wanted to be a hero.
The two ate in silence until they were interrupted by two figures dashing into the room.
"Usamaro, come back!" Koji Koda called out as he chased after his bunny.
The rabbit, Usamaro, did not heed his owners call and continued running. What happened next surprised everyone. Usamaro leaped onto Izuku's lap and sat there.
"…"
"…"
"…"
No one said anything, they were all too surprised to. Koji stared at his pet on Izuku's lap, bewildered at what he was seeing.
'Usamaro isn't usually like this with strangers,' he thought.
It was true. Most of the time when Usamaro was introduced to new people he ignored them and didn't approach them.
Izuku was somewhat taken back by the bunny's actions but didn't argue against them. Instead he smiled at the furry creature on his lap and started petting it.
"Well, aren't you just the cutest," Izuku complimented.
Just then, Usamaro started tapping with his back left foot in enjoyment at being pet. He snuggled closer Izuku when he started scratching behind the ears (his favourite spot). Izuku chuckled in amusement.
"Do you like it when I scratch there?" he asked with a kind voice. As if understanding him, Usamaro tapped even faster. "Well aright then. Who am I to deny your wish?"
Izuku continued what he was doing much to Usamaro's pleasure. Despite his recent changes, when a cute animal came up to hi like this, Izuku couldn't resist the urge to pet it. He had been that way since he was a child.
Ochaco thought the scene in front of her was rather cute. Things were different with Koji.
As he watched the scene in front of him, his opinion of Izuku skyrocketed. Originally, he had been scared of the boy because he was a villain from the time at the USJ (one of his most terrifying moments) and a member of the League of Villains. He was even more frightened by the fact that he defeated Bakugo. However, hearing about how he saved both Uraraka and Ashido caused him to change his opinion a little. When he heard about how he helped Tokoyami he started to believe he was a good person at heart. Now he knew for certain. After all, if Usamaro liked him enough to do that then he must have been a good person, otherwise he would just be evil.
Izuku stopped petting Usamaro and brought him over to Koji.
"I believe he belongs to you," Izuku commented while holding out Usamaro.
"Yes, thank you," Koji replied shyly as he took his rabbit. "I'm surprised he did that though. He isn't usually so comfortable around strangers."
Izuku didn't argue since Koji was Usamaro's owner.
"I see," he murmured. "I take it you're very fond of animals then."
Koji smiled brightly at the suggestion.
"I love them, especially cute ones," he stated enthusiastically. "I've loved them since I was a child. Sometimes I wonder if my quirk, Anivoice, was born from my love for them. When I become a hero I want to save not just people, but animals who are in danger as well. I want to open up a shelter for them since most of my friends are animals. Sometimes they are easier to get along with than humans."
"I can't argue with that one," Izuku responded warmly. "It sounds like a wonderful goal. I wish you good luck with it."
Koji smiled again. From his perspective, Midoriya seemed rather nice. The latter was thinking the exact same thing. Ochaco was just surprised at how much Koji was speaking since he didn't do much of it before.
UA Hallways a few hours later
Izuku was walking along the hallways trying to remain undetected by anyone. The reason, he needed to get to the rooftop. Aizawa had announced that they would have an extended lunchbreak due to a staff meeting, which was just perfect for him.
Despite having adjusted to life at UA, Izuku had mixed feelings about the whole situation. As such, he needed to let them out the only way he knew how, with the hobby Razor had him develop.
He found the stairs that led up to the rooftop and quickly proceeded upwards. Upon arriving at the top, Izuku took a moment to take in all the beautiful scenery right before him. Seeing the area around UA was truly a sight to behold when you got up top. Not wasting any time, Izuku took out a small instrument that Razor had given him. It was a turquoise ocarina (a type of flute) that was perfectly made. Before he could start playing he was made aware of another presence.
"Well this is unexpected," Hitoshi called out. Izuku turned to see him sitting on top of where thee entrance was with an emotionless expression. "Never would have pegged you as the musical type."
Izuku blushed slightly in embarrassment.
"It's just a hobby of mine I developed to deal with stress," he admitted.
Hitoshi smirked. "Well aren't you full of surprises."
"I guess," Izuku replied. He stared at the ground for a moment before speaking again. "Please don't tell anyone about this."
Hitoshi raised an eyebrow. If it was a secret talent Izuku wanted to keep to himself then who was he to deny him that. That didn't dull his curiosity though.
"Sure, I'll keep quiet," Hitoshi stated. "But I'd like to stay and hear you play if that's alright."
The two students stared at each other in silence until Izuku finally relented.
"Alright, fine," he said. "Why are you up here though?"
Hitoshi shrugged. "I come up here sometimes to get away from people. Is that so wrong?"
Izuku shook his head. It wasn't wrong at all as far as he was concerned, since he did it a lot during his school days.
Holding his ocarina in his right hand he remembered how he came to playing this.
Flashback eight months ago
It was an average day for Izuku where he performed his usual duties and was about to do training with Razor. Or so he thought.
Razor marched into the room looking slightly less angry than usual. She was carrying something in her hand also.
"Okay you little shit, I've decided to work on something different with you today. Something you are in dire need of," Razor declared. "A hobby."
Izuku stared at her with a blank expression.
"Huh," he said. "I already hav-"
"Okay first of all, quirk analysis is not a hobby, and neither are science experiments," Razor interrupted. "They have become apart of your job so much that they cannot be considered hobbies. What you need is an actual hobby, like music."
"But I'm not musical," Izuku argued.
"Yet, you are not musical yet," Razor corrected.
Izuku didn't like where this was going. Razor held out her hand to reveal a silver ocarina that was perfectly made. Izuku eyed it with curiosity. He had heard about these and seen a picture online but had never seen one in person.
"Now watch and listen," Razor commanded as she placed the ocarina to her mouth.
The moment she started playing, a beautiful, melodic sound filled the room. Izuku was completely entranced by the sound. He had never heard something so calm, wonderful and relaxing in his entire life. He never would have guessed Razor had this sort of talent. He literally felt like he could sit there and listen to it forever.
"Now here's a melody I'm going to get you to play," she explained. "You'll play it every day until you get good at it. Understand you little shit, because seriously, you need an actual hobby to destress yourself."
And so, Izuku began learning how to play the ocarina over the next few weeks. At first he found it annoying, but, after a while, he started to enjoy it. Upon mastering the ocarina, Razor became impressed with the melody's he produced, so much that she decided to give him an old one of hers so he could always play it.
It was one of her rare displays of affection towards her student.
Flashback end
He treasured Razor's gift with all his heart. He often played it at the bar, much to other members delight, and whenever he felt stress. Other times it would just be for fun.
Placing the instrument to his mouth, Izuku began playing a song he learned online.
(Insert Song: Final Fantasy 13 Serah's theme Ocarina version)
A beautiful sound echoed from the ocarina Izuku was playing. Before long, he was lost in his song and couldn't stop playing.
Hitoshi was captivated by what he was hearing. he had never heard anything so beautiful in his entire life. He closed his eyes and absorbed the melody as it played. He wasn't the only one. All over the school, students and teachers heard the song and ceased what they were doing to listen to it.
"Where's that sound coming from?" All Might asked. "It's so beautiful."
The other teachers murmured in agreement.
"Yeah, I could dig this," Mic chirped.
"This really turns me on," Midnight cooed.
"Truly a wonderful surprise," Nezu declared.
Even Aizawa was taken in by the sound he heard as it was unlike anything he had ever heard before. All Might felt there was something familiar about it however.
The students getting lunch in the cafeteria or off doing other stuff all stopped to listen to the song that captured their attention. They all had similar reactions to the teachers. One student from Class 1A was searching for the source as she could hear it better than everyone.
"It's coming from up there," Jiro thought as she headed up the stairs to the roof.
Like many, she was in love with the sound, but she wanted more than that, she wanted the source. She ran up the stairs as fast as she could. When she reached the top she was surprised by what she saw. It was Midoriya. With his eyes closed playing what looked like an Ocarina (she knew because she was into music). He didn't seem aware of her presence, though who could blame him. Like many in her class she was curious about Midoriya because he lived a different life to the rest of them but never actually spoke to him. She was surprised at his fighting skills but was now even more surprised at the musical talent he displayed. Izuku continued playing for a few more minutes until he stopped and finally noticed her presence.
"How long have you been there," he asked surprised.
Jiro blinked. "A few minutes. I followed the sound from where it was originating from."
Izuku wasn't entirely surprised. Considering the nature of Jiro's quirk it did make sense. Still, he was annoyed that someone else had seen him playing.
"If it's not too much to ask, please don't tell anyone about what you saw," Izuku requested. "This is just something I'd rather keep to myself."
As someone who kept their musical talents to themselves, Jiro could understand.
"Sure, if that's what you want," she responded. "I won't tell anyone you were up here playing your ocarina."
Izuku stared at her surprised. There weren't many people who knew about this instrument. Jiro seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking.
"I'm a musician so I know these things," she explained. "Though, like you, I prefer to keep it to myself."
Izuku sighed in relief. He really didn't want people to know about what he did. He was thrilled when the police allowed him to keep his ocarina when they found it. It really was one of the best stress relievers he had.
"If it's not too much to ask," Jiro said while twirling her one of her earlobes. "Would you mind playing one more song? It's just that, the music you produce is like a perfect harmony."
Izuku considered this for a moment. There was one other song he wanted to play, one he came up with on his own.
"Alright, there is one I want to play," he relented. "So I suggest you sit up there with Shinso while it goes on."
Jiro turned and saw Hitoshi sitting on top, much to her surprise. He grinned and waved at her. Jiro quickly climbed up. Izuku put the ocarina to his mouth and started playing. This song had stemmed from all the negative emotions he felt throughout his life.
He called it 'Anguish of the Quirkless'.
(Insert Song: Anguish of the Quirkless Ocarina version)
Like the last song, this was beautiful. Jiro and Hitoshi could both sense something within it. A sadder feeling than the last one.
The other students and teachers (except Aizawa, Recovery Girl and Nezu) couldn't sense it however.
Hi there. Well, what did you think of that? Sorry this chapter took so long but I was busy. I'll busy most days now so I won't be able to update much. The idea for Izuku using an ocarina was given to me and I thought it was a nice idea. I hoped you liked the conversation between Inko and Dabi as it showed more to Izuku's relationship with Dabi. I skipped ahead a bit because I wanted to get straight into the original arc. I hope you enjoyed reading. Please review.
P.S. there are no ocarina versions of these songs, not that I could find anyway.