Sorry for taking so long to upload! I was writing chapter nine when I realized, hey, the kids need a bit of fun but written out. So, enjoy teenagers being teenagers!
I'm going to go through and edit the chapters to make them better quality and more detailed. That and experiment a little with my writing style. It'll make it a lot easier to tell whose POV I'm writing from if the nicknames are used in writing. I really hope that this doesn't send out a ton of notifications, but if so, sorry. Give me feedback on it too! If you don't like how I use the names, please tell me, I'm always wanting to improve.
So I'm gonna leave a kinda link to the discord server because ff is dumb and won't let me put in a proper link, copy and paste it into really whatever, delete spaces and change -dot- into a period, and click on it and bada-bing bada-boom you got my server. I'm lonely. discord -dot- gg /XK2gbsp
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Shimmying through the open window, Izuku fell into a traditional Japanese-style room. He had to stretch his chin to keep his tuxedo shirt from falling over his face, having to catch himself in a handstand.
'This… is not Dabi-chan's room.'
Judging by the startled boy on the futon sporting red and white hair, this is definitely not Dabi-chan's room. It's probably Shouto's if he remembered his name correctly from how often Dabi-chan talks about him.
"Neat hair." Izuku sprung up onto his feet before sinking fluidly to the floor in a crisscross-applesauce position. The boy was still staring at him, slowly shutting his book closed. His eyes were two different colors too, neat.
"Uh… are you here to rob me or something? Feel free, Father's not home right now," The boy stated, prompting a bark of laughter.
"I mean, maybe later? Right now, nah." Izuku stuck his hand out for a handshake. "Anyways, I'm Midoriya Izuku, at your service!" Shouto nodded back to him but didn't shake his hand.
"'M Shouto… Todoroki Shouto." Izuku grinned, retracting his hand just as Koko landed onto the floor in a three-point crouch. He stood up and smoothed out his red shirt before looking around the room.
"...This isn't Dabi-kun's room." The statement heralded the arrival of Himi-chan, who jumped into the window and landed on the balls of her feet.
"No shit, Sherlock," Himi-chan quipped, tucking her hands into the pockets of her sleeveless camouflage hoodie. "Anyway, who's this cutie?" Shouto narrowed his eyes, glancing warily between the trio.
"What do you want with my brother?" His tone developed a sharp edge to it, his right side developing a sheen of frost.
"Woah woah woah, we don't wanna fight!" Izuku waved his hands back and forth, "We're your brother's friends. We just came in through the wrong window." He chuckled awkwardly at the end, hoping that the boy wouldn't attack. He doesn't want to deal with ice or fire right now.
"And why, exactly, would I believe you?" Shouto ground out, glaring at them icily. Quite literally, as an icicle materialized in his hand and the room temperature dropped. Himi-chan held up her phone, seemingly unphased by it all despite having the smallest amount of cover against the cold.
"Here, we'll call him! Simple enough, right?" She grinned, crouching down on the tatami and leaning close to Shouto. The heterochromatic slowly nodded, eyeing her phone warily.
Ringing filled the room, the occupants waiting not-so-patiently for Dabi-chan to pick up. The speaker crackled after five rings and the man of the hour finally picked up.
"Where the hell are you guys? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago." Himi-chan rolled her eyes as Koko scoffed roughly.
"You gave us the wrong window, asswipe. We're in your little brother's room, and he looks like he's planning on stabbing us with an icicle. I don't feel like maiming a child," Koko grumbled, crossing his arms as though Dabi-chan is there to witness his frustration. Izuku giggled from the floor, occupying himself with his capture weapon.
"God damnit- Just, don't kill him? And Sho, don't stab them. I'll be there in a second." He hung up and Himi-chan pocketed the phone. Shouto threw the icicle out of the open window, opening back up his book.
"You're… seriously just gonna continue reading?" Koko asked, cocking his head to the side. Shouto simply shrugged, not bothering to grace them with an answer.
The door opened, revealing an annoyed Dabi-chan. He glared at them expectantly, leaning against the doorframe.
Being the fashion king he is, he wore a tattered leather jacket with a plain white shirt underneath, ripped jeans, and a simple black choker. Honestly, compared to everyone else, sans maybe Himi-chan, he was the best dressed.
"What," Koko snapped, somehow scowling in a friendly manner.
"Oh, well, I'm just waiting for an apology." Izuku and Himi-chan snorted at the same time, the younger of the pair stilling his fidgeting.
"Apology?" Izuku muttered, "Maybe you should apologize, you're the one who gave us the wrong window, you know." Dabi-chan rolled his eyes but said nothing else.
After sitting in content silence for a few moments, Shouto piped up. "As much as I appreciate socialization, could you all get out of my room?"
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Loitering under the awning of a bakery, the quartet of troublemakers looked out at the bustling street in front of them.
They were in the center of Musutafu, where all of the brand name shops and too-expensive restaurants were. The skyscrapers, well, scraped the sky with how tall they were. No matter where you looked, there was an advertisement displayed on one of the large screens on buildings. Some heroes were off to the side, giving out autographs and taking pictures with fans.
"So… what are we gonna do," Himi-chan mused, tilting her head up to where the clear sky met the buildings. Koko shrugged beside her, kicking his foot up against the brick wall he leaned on.
"Uh, shop? Look around?" Izuku leaned back onto the balls of his feet before dropping back to a normal position. Himi-chan looked at him with a deadpan stare, shifting her weight from side to side.
"Well duh, I meant where silly!" She grinned sharply and flicked Izuku on the nose, eliciting a squeak of surprise. Someone's stomach growled, and all heads turned to Dabi-chan. He glanced away, the few spots where his scars didn't cover his cheeks reddening.
"I guess we're getting food then."
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Stomachs now full, the quartet hit the streets once more. They had stopped at a Mexican restaurant, which was one of its kind when you're in the heart of almost any city, let alone Musutafu. Spotting a manga and doujinshi store across the street, Himi-chan squealed at a decibel that felt it would burst Izuku's eardrums.
"Guys! Guys, guys, guys, look! It's a manga store," She shrieked, gaining some passerby's attention. Koko perked up, looking at where her finger was pointing. His eyes almost sparkled as he pocketed his phone, though he tried to hide it under a look of indifference.
"Well, wanna go?" After a round of affirmations and a shrug, off they went to the store. Himi-chan was almost run over on her way across the street, but hey, that doesn't matter.
Not really having anything better to do, Izuku and Dabi-chan loitered near the entrance to the store while Himi-chan and Koko shopped around with childlike glee. There were figurines all over the place in stands and on shelves with extreme price tags. Hell, Izuku had to do a doubletake when he saw two figurines of what looked to be maids with blue and pink hair with a price tag of 25,300 yen, each.
Himi-chan and Koko bounded up to the pair, well, it was less of they both did and more as Himi-chan bounded and Koko walked at a normal pace. Regardless, their arms were full of boxed figurines and manga.
"Dabi-chan/Dabi-kun," They began almost sheepishly. "Can you kinda sorta maybe buy these for us?"
That was the moment Izuku saw Dabi-chan's spirit leave his body.
"No."
Himi-chan and Koko gained the saddest pair of puppy eyes Izuku had ever seen.
"Please," They begged Dabi-chan. Begged. Normal behavior from Himi-chan, but Koko? No way.
That seemed to be the breaking point for Dabi-chan as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"God fucking damnit. Fine," He grumbled, pulling out his wallet and walking to the counter. Koko and Himi-chan cheered, the latter of the two jumping up and down.
The cashier chuckled as she rang up the total, Himi-chan and Koko smirking at Dabi-chan when they read it. Izuku had to stifle a snort when he saw Dabi-chan's piercing glare at the two.
"Conniving little shits," Dabi-chan hissed while the cashier bagged their items. "That total was nearly 100,000 yen!" Koko made a waving motion while shrugging.
"Eh, it's Endeavor's. He's so rich he probably won't even notice." Regardless, Dabi-chan still crossed his arms and glared at the two when they accepted their bags. As much as Izuku wants to laugh at him like the other two, he still felt kind of bad for mooching off him. Even if he wasn't the one doing it.
A tall girl with long black hair tied in a ponytail walked up to them, her eyes almost shining in excitement.
"Is that a Hinata figurine," She asked Himi-chan, pointing at one of the boxes she had. The sides and front displayed a boy in a sports uniform with short and curly orange hair, seemingly jumping up to smack a volleyball attached to his hand. Himi-chan nodded and grinned, rocking from side to side.
"Yep!" She lifted the box to eye-level, holding it beside her face. "Isn't he just adorable?"
At that point, Izuku had zoned out completely and waited for them to finish their conversation.
Walking around after the girl and Himi-chan talked for almost half an hour, she dragged them into a cosmetics shop. It had a couple of other things in there too, but it was mainly makeup, hair products, the like.
While Dabi-chan and Koko were free to roam around the shop, Himi-chan refused to let Izuku go and led him over to one of the cosmetics aisles. She was prattling off information about seemingly random cosmetics like eyeliner and mascara as they stood in front of one of the aisles.
"Y'know, I think you'd look great in some natural shade of lipstick, but," Himi-chan turned around, her brows scrunched as she looked him up and down. "Your lips are so chapped it just wouldn't look quite right. Maybe a matte black…"
Izuku felt at his lips and frowned when his nail caught on an upturned piece of skin.
"Are they really that bad?" Himi-chan nodded, crossing her arms.
"Yep! Get some chapstick, it'll do ya wonders." She bumped her shoulder into his as she grabbed one of those egg-shaped chapsticks. Or would they be chap eggs? A question for another day.
"I, uh, how do I word this… I don't think it'll do me much good. I bite my lip so often the chapstick will come right off," Izuku muttered, subconsciously biting his lip despite him talking about it. Himi-chan waved her hand, shrugging.
"Eh, it's worth a shot anyway. Well, we could put you in some eyeliner tonight! C'mon!"
"Wait, what-"
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The quartet piled into Koko's home, Dabi-chan's arms laden with shopping bags. Unfortunately for him, he fell victim to the combined powers of Izuku and Himi-chan's begging and puppy eyes.
Himi-chan plopped down onto the couch and motioned for her comrades to sit down.
"All right, come hither, children! We need a game plan for tonight."
Ah yes, game plans. A tradition that started around the time Koko and Dabi-chan became teenagers, so two years ago. Due to varying interests and wants for each night, they would plan at the beginning of the night and then follow through.
None of what they did was scheduled, it was something they would do for that night. They would each come up with one thing to do unless someone didn't have anything in mind. Typically, if no one had anything in mind they would pick a movie to watch.
"So I, being amazingly smart, decided," Himi-chan paused, leaning her elbows onto her knees with her hands tucked under her chin. "I need to do your makeup!" She pumped her fist into the air while Koko and Dabi-chan grimaced, exchanging a glance.
Personally, Izuku didn't mind the idea. It wasn't the best idea, and he's never done his makeup before so it would likely turn out shitty, but it sounded like fun. He'd seen it in a couple of movies and it wasn't that bad from what it looked like.
"Ew. No. Nuh-uh," Dabi-chan griped, shaking his head and crossing his arms to form an x in front of him.
"I second that," Koko added, but didn't give as extreme of a reaction as Dabi-chan. He didn't react at all outside of a sour look.
Himi-chan pouted, bending almost in half so that her chest was resting on her knees. "You guys are no fun." she twisted slightly to look at Izuku. "What about you, Izu-chan? You didn't mind it while we were shopping."
"It sounds like fun. C'mon, no harm, it's not like it's permanent." Dabi-chan and Koko shot Izuku a betrayed look, to which he simply shrugged.
Dabi-chan groaned loudly and tilted his head back before snapping it back to a normal position.
"Fine. But lemme add what I wanna do." He paused while everyone around him nodded. "We're dying my hair. One, cause as much as I hate to admit it, I'd probably fuck it up. And two, because I don't want to be sitting upstairs in the bathroom for an hour alone."
"You have hair dye," Koko inquired, resting his head on his knees.
"Yeah. Bought it at that makeup place."
After they all agreed, it was either Koko or Izuku's turn to add an activity.
"Dunno," was their only answer. Himi-chan made a sound like a wounded animal, pouting to the pair.
"C'mon, that's what you two said last time! And the time before that! This is why y'all never get to be the game plan masters," She whined, resting her cheek on her balled-up fist. Izuku shrugged, leaning back on his hands. Not his fault he had no ideas. Well, kinda, but not really.
"We just don't have any ideas. 'Sides, it's not like there's nothing to do." Tenko unfolded his legs and shuffled around a little. "We have that makeup-whatever thing you wanna do, and Dabi-kun wants his hair dyed."
Toga breathed out a noisy sigh and crossed her arms, glaring at Izuku and Tenko.
"Fine. If you two wanna be annoying, then be annoying."
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"Oi, that hurts!"
"Calm down! We gotta get the dye in properly or some red will still show."
"Couldn't you do it, I dunno, more calmly?!"
Listening to Himi-chan and Dabi-chan bicker, Izuku sighed. He and Koko were sitting on the lip of the bathtub while Dabi-chan was getting manhandled.
"I think the dye is in, Himi-chan," Izuku chuckled, resting his cheek on his fist. She glared at him and must have dug her fingers into Dabi-chan's scalp, based off the strangled hiss he let out.
"Say one more word and I'm eating your arteries. That goes for all three of you," Himi-chan threatened, pointing her gloved finger to Izuku, Koko, and then Dabi-chan.
Himi-chan was brutal when she wanted to be, that was for sure.
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"Alright! Now let it sit for an hour, then take a shower. Try not to touch it until then," Himi-chan chirped, taking off her latex gloves. Dabi-chan looked ridiculous with his hair looking insanely greasy and up in a hairnet, which Izuku wasn't afraid to point out.
"You can shut it, freckles. Your hair ain't much better." Izuku's hand flew to his chest and he gasped mockingly.
"Oh, I'm so wounded! I can't believe you would ever say that to me." Koko snorted from beside Izuku, covering his mouth with his hand. Izuku smirked, dropping his hand back to his side. Dabi-chan grumbled off to the side, crossing his arms.
"Anyways, makeup time," Himi-chan exclaimed, throwing up her arms and jumping. Koko raised his hand slightly and butt into her excitement.
"Maybe we should wait?" Himi-chan glared at him, almost daring him to try and cancel. "No, no, not like that, it's just that Dabi-kun will need to shower in, what, an hour? So wouldn't it be best if we waited 'til after? It's only five pm right now anyways."
Himi-chan tapped her bottom lip in thought, swaying from side to side.
"Hm, I guess. But what would we do while waiting?"
"Uh, Mario Kart? Duh. It's a classic," Dabi-chan piped in, having moved to sit on the bathroom counter. Himi-chan nodded, stilling her swaying.
"Mario Kart it is!"
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After getting his ass beat in Mario Kart and waiting for Dabi-chan to shower, it was finally time for the makeup thing Himi-chan wanted to do. She had a lot of it laid out in front of her in neatly organized piles. She even tore pieces of paper and labeled each one.
"Alrighty, boys, who's ready to get their makeup done?" Himi-chan beamed, almost blinding Izuku with how bright she is.
"I'm not, but I don't seem to get much of a choice," Dabi-chan deadpanned, staring at a lock of his newly dyed hair. He seemed to like it.
"Nope! Now, Dabi-chan, you're first," Himi-chan exclaimed, picking up a tube of… something. It was translucent with something in English written on it, but Izuku didn't know what it was.
She shuffled over to Dabi-chan and popped off the cap. She had the mercy to tell Dabi-chan to close his eyes before spraying it on his face. Granted, there isn't much to cover seeing as to how half of his face has scars.
After Himi-chan worked her magic, Dabi-chan's face was… well, still Dabi-chan's face, but with eyeliner and blue eyeshadow. Maybe a little smoother where there isn't scarring.
Next, it was Koko's turn. He complained and grumbled the whole way through, but in the end, he seemed to like it. His scars were covered up and his eyelashes looked longer because of some stick thing Himi-chan had pulled out of a pile. She said that he was in the same boat as Izuku, his lips too chapped to put lipstick on. He only graced her with a middle finger.
"Alright! Izu-chan, your turn now!" Himi-chan patted the space in front of her and Izuku shuffled over. He knew to close his eyes, even before she told him to because she didn't give Koko a warning about that spray stuff last time.
Izuku didn't understand how girls could do this daily. It took a long time, and that was with Himi-chan doing it for him. It was also uncomfortable to have the feeling of something touching your eyelid and not being allowed to move.
In the end, Himi-chan said they looked great. She did a good job, too. It didn't end like how a lot of movies portrayed it, the boys ending up looking like clowns because they trusted a girl to do their makeup, instead they simply looked better.
After watching some movies, playing more Mario Kart, and eating some pizza and popcorn, they ended the night as they always did. In a pile on the too-small bed. Excluding Dabi-chan, who always said it was 'too childish'.
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Can you tell that I know nothing about makeup? Also, please tell me whether or not you like the way I write the names now, I'm always up for constructive criticism.
