A/N: We really don't talk about Hagakure Toru enough. I know that invisibility is a pretty well-used superpower by now, but Toru has been invisible ALL HER LIFE, ALL THE TIME. There's so much good story potential there and Horikoshi is like, let's have her do peace signs in the back of class 1-A pictures sometimes or whatever.
So here's 8k words of Hagakure actually having a personality and searching for a way to have a hero costume. Cheers!
(Content warning for nudity, obviously, and implications of nonconsensual groping due to the invisible nudity. Did I mention that fighting and rescuing people naked as a teenage girl is really fucked up?)
Toru hated her hero costume.
Or maybe it was fairer to say she hated her quirk. While everyone else had a special power that they could turn on and off at will, Toru had to deal with her quirk all. The. Time. And it was exhausting. Wearing special clothes on the train so she wouldn't be sat on or shoved against a wall. Flicking on a designated lamp in her parent's house so they'd know when she was home. Making just enough noise in class so that people remember she existed.
Being invisible had so many unnecessary drawbacks that early on in Toru's life she decided there must have been a reason she was given this quirk. And maybe the reason was that she was meant to be a hero.
After all, it was the only real way to practically apply her quirk, wasn't it? The choice was either to use her unique ability for good or fade into the background of her own life. So she chose to stand out, and what better way to do that than to apply to UA, the best hero school in all of Japan?
Newsflash: Hero school was hard. And even though no one could see them, coming back to the dorms every day covered in bruises and scrapes was not how Toru had planned to live out her teenage years.
What Toru really wanted was to be a normal girl. To go to the mall with her girl friends for make-overs and stay up way too late texting each other about which boy would ask them to the next school dance. She wanted to wear her hair in goofy styles and cry about zits and not worry about a building crushing her during her midterm exams. It was a simple dream, but Toru didn't have a simple life. She'd thought by now she'd be over these silly fantasies, but when she saw her classmates' modifications to their hero costumes the feeling hit her again before she could stuff it into that part inside of her where she kept her lost dreams.
Midoriya was testing out kicks at Ground Beta with his newly armored boots while Uraraka laughed a few feet in the air, marveling at her lack-of-queasiness from her new electromagnetic helmet. Toru stared forlornly at the new pair of gloves she'd received, with new colorful stitching. Her costume was….
Well, it wasn't. The whole point of an invisibility quirk meant that she couldn't wear a costume. It would kind of defeat the whole point then, wouldn't it? To remain transparent, she couldn't have any floating garments or gadgets attached to her body. Even the gloves themselves were technically a hindrance, but she needed some object to orient herself with her setting, otherwise her depth perception would suffer. It was a lot easier getting her bearings if she could tell whereabout her body was, and without her gloves she tended to move slower, not entirely sure where the rest of her body was while she moved.
Practically speaking, not having a costume for someone with a quirk like Toru's made sense. Reasonably speaking—
"Oh! Hagakure-san, is that you?" Iida asked, embarrassed. She was lucky it was him who had run into her. His hero costume was made of bulky armor, so she doubted he felt it when he had brushed his arm against the side of her naked boob. She shrunk away.
"It's not your fault, Iida-kun," she said, hoping he could hear the smile in her voice and not the fakeness of it. "I'll be more careful."
It was hard, though. To be careful. The students of 1-A were gathered in a loose crowd in front of Aizawa-sensei, ready to hear what their mission was for today's exercise. Toru was used to standing on the outskirts of groups to avoid being bumped into, but today she had gotten swept up in the middle. She held her gloved hands out at her sides, her default position to show everyone how much space she was taking up, but she still jumped when she felt Ojiro's tail brush the small of her bare back. He flinched too, and sent an apologetic smile in her general direction, though nowhere near where her face actually was. She apologized again.
She hated her hero costume.
When class 1-A returned to the dorms, Toru made a beeline for her room, not that anyone noticed until her door slammed shut. She dug through her closet frantically until she found her warmest, fluffiest pink robe, and through it over her shivering body. She was so sick of this.
Aizawa-sensei was known as one of the toughest teachers of UA. He was also known for not playing favorites. But would it have killed him to warn her that they were doing underwater exercises today? While everyone else had at least some form of pants and a shirt to do their rescue dives in, Toru had to swim through the freezing-cold pool completely naked. It might have been an advantage if she didn't have to spend most of her mental energy trying not to touch her rescue victim (Sato) with most of her body.
And coming out of the water? That was a treat. The water droplets that clung to her transparent body made her look like a sex-shop mannequin, perked nipples and all. She had no choice but to leave the training grounds immediately, nothing but wet footprints in the cement to prove she was even there to begin with. Toru waited until she had dried off before returning to class, making up a lie to Aizawa-sensei that she felt sick and hoping no one but Sato saw her dripping wet figure before she'd fled.
How come no one else had to deal with this? She'd tried to talk to Momo about it once, feeling like she of all people would understand Toru's pain. After all, she had a quirk that required her to show a lot of skin as well. But ironically enough, Momo had responded that her quirk wasn't so bad. And besides Mineta, all the other boys in their class were very respectful about not looking at her while she pulled back her hero costume to use her Creation quirk. Using it in public was hard, but certainly not impossible. Besides, Momo had pointed out, in the heat of hero-ing she barely had time to think about modesty. She was too focused on saving people.
Toru had left that conversation at that. Any further discussion would make her sound jaded, and that's not the type of image she liked to project to the world. She didn't have an actual image, so to others Toru's attitude was all she had. So she kept quiet about how frustrating it was to have to constantly avoid being sexually harassed while saving people, all while hoping that others didn't think she was sexually harassing them. Toru, the fifteen year old girl with a very unfortunate quirk, didn't want to be made out to be a villain for something she simply could not help. But what was the right answer?
Toru searched the floor of her messy dorm room until she found a terry-cloth towel and then began to scrub her head with it, trying to dry off as quickly as possible and maybe just scrub the rest of this awful day off of her. The type of towel she was using would cause her hair to frizz (she watched enough beauty gurus online to know), but it made no difference to someone like Toru. The world didn't know the incredible condition she normally kept her hair in.
Sometimes it felt like everything about her was a secret.
"Just hot soba again, Toru-chan?" Tsuyu asked her the following week at school as they grabbed their lunch trays. Even though her voice was even as she said it, Toru could tell there was concern in it. Even at lunchtime, Toru could always be found with either bread or a sweet on her tray. It had been quite a while since she'd eaten a red bean bun. She just wasn't in the mood lately.
"Yeah, I'm just not very hungry today," Toru told her friend, trying to sound chipper. She didn't want to concern anyone, not in the least, but it was getting harder and harder to keep up her upbeat attitude when everything about her quirk just seemed to be bothering her lately.
Tsuyu nodded, though she didn't look convinced. But thankfully she wasn't the type to pry, so she led them to an empty table in the cafeteria. Toru sat across from Tsuyu and removed her face mask, a plain black one that she had bought online a few months back when she had hay fever. Lately she'd been feeling very self-conscious of people constantly talking to her chest, so she started wearing the mask to give people something on her face to focus on when they spoke to her.
She slurped her soba noodles in silence, not having much to say, when Midoriya and Todoroki passed by.
"Are these seats taken?" Todoroki asked. Toru glanced around to make sure they were talking about actual empty seats, not hers. But there were two vacant seats next to Tsuyu, who gestured to the boys that they could join them when she continued peeling an apple for herself.
"Have they bothered trying to see if Eri's quirk would work on him?" Todoroki asked, continuing a conversation they must have started while getting their food.
Midoriya shrugged. "I haven't asked lately. I think they're still scared that Eri wouldn't be able to control her quirk and would rewind him too far. She's still so young."
"When would be an appropriate age for her to finally use it on him, then?"
"Are you talking about Togata-senpai, ribbet?" Tsuyu asked.
Midoriya nodded, looking pained. "I don't know, Todoroki-kun. He's still coming to school, at least, but not full-time. Without his quirk he doesn't have much use for the hero courses he was taking."
Toru had vaguely heard about this from Tsuyu and Ochako. Apparently the third-year who had done a fight demonstration for class 1-A after the provisional exam was injured during the Shie Hassaikai raid. He'd been hit by one of the darts manufactured to take away people's quirks while rescuing a child. Toru, in one of her darker moments, had selfishly wondered what would happen if she had gotten hit by a dart like that. Would all of her problems be solved? If her quirk was erased would she be visible? Could she finally live her life like a normal girl?
But then she had passed by the hospital wing shortly after, to get some bandages for Kaminari. Togata Mirio sat alone in a hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around his waist and the blankest expression she had ever seen on the normally-cheerful upperclassmen's face. She was thankful for her quirk in the moment, so Togata didn't have to see the shame written all over her.
The feeling still burned through her at the mention of his name, so Toru kept to herself as she ate her lunch, seamlessly blending with the background as she often did.
"Le Million isn't gone just because Togata-senpai doesn't have his quirk," Tsuyu told the boys insightfully. "He's still plenty heroic without his Permeation."
"He could always just be a citizen for a few years until Eri gets older, I suppose," Todoroki said idly. "Or he could be a police officer. Quirks aren't required to be a part of the force."
Midoriya stared off into the distance. "I guess. I just can't imagine him in a police uniform instead of his hero costume. It's too hard to think about."
Toru slurped her noodles a bit too loudly at that, and all at once all eyes were on her. Well, her chopsticks.
"Hagakure-san?" Midoriya said.
Toru cleared her throat delicately before speaking. "Hero costume? I thought that Togata-senpai couldn't wear clothes while using his quirk."
"Oh!" Midoriya said cheerfully, understanding her surprise. "The only time you saw him fight was in his P.E. uniform, wasn't it? No, Le Million's hero costume is this really awesome full-body suit with a cape and the number one million written across the chest! I think he got the inspiration from—"
"But how does it stay on him?" Toru asked, cutting Midoriya off before he could start rambling.
If Midoriya was put off by her interruption, he was kind enough not to show it. "It's woven out of some specially-made fabric," Midoriya said. "The inspiration appears to be from—"
And for the second time that day, Toru cut Midoriya off. But this time it was to abruptly leave the table, leaving the rest of her soba and her friends behind.
Toru hoped all the work she had put in making friends with her classmates for the past few months would make up for her rudeness at lunchtime. But after hearing that there was a specially-woven fabric that could form to quirks, Toru could no longer sit idly by.
This could have been her solution! Not the one she had secretly, selfishly wished for, that her quirk would one day disappear and she would wake up a normal, visible civilian. But the more attainable goal, that she could find a way to make a costume that wasn't so revealing. Something that gave her more coverage while still allowing her to maintain the one advantage that her quirk gave her in the field.
She had run immediately to the Principal Nezu's office and requested Togata Mirio's contact information, saying that it was urgent and related to education. The principal gave it to her with little hesitation, perhaps seeing an outcome to their meeting that she couldn't fathom with her human brain. But Toru didn't care, so long as she was able to talk to Togata about the nature of his costume.
Texting him had been a little nerve-wracking, especially since her senpai probably didn't even know she was alive, but after explaining through text that she was a student from 1-A with some hero questions, Togata seemed perfectly happy to meet her in the courtyard on campus and chat with her.
Feeling better than she had in weeks, Toru made an effort in her appearance. Wearing a form-fitting black turtleneck, checkered skirt, and thigh-high stockings, she was feeling more like herself than she had in a very long time. Another girl would probably style her hair or apply make-up for a meeting with an upperclassmen boy, but Toru didn't. She brushed her transparent hair and let it hang down straight, not that anyone else would know the difference. She did choose a more stylish mask today, looping a purple one with a bedazzled kitty face on it around her ears before heading away from the dorms to their meeting spot.
She sat on a bench in the courtyard, a few minutes early, and anxiously tapped on her thighs as she waited. Now that she was here, she was starting to get nervous. As excited as she was to talk about hero costumes, it was now occurring to her that her blank-faced senpai might not actually want to talk about hero work now that he had been forcefully relegated to civilian status. He'd gone through a traumatizing ordeal and had his whole life ripped away from him only a few months ago. Was she being incredibly selfish again?
"Hagakure-san?" Toru heard, and leapt to her feet awkwardly as Togata entered the courtyard.
"S-senpai! I'm glad you could come on such short notice!" she squeaked. She shouldn't have asked him to come, what was she thinking—
"I like your mask," he said with a sunny smile, coming to sit beside her on the stone bench. He didn't look upset in the slightest. "I really love cats."
"Really?" Toru asked stupidly.
"Yeah!" he said enthusiastically. "The way their tails swish back and forth, their rough tongues, their little toe beans? Cats are the best. If I could spend a day in a pile of cats, that would be the best day ever."
Toru….did not know how to respond to that. The last time she saw him he had looked so depressed. She didn't think that he would come here to talk to her and look so happy. Togata was sitting beside her, all six-foot-something of him, with his broad shoulders and his perfect hair and he was talking to her about cats. What did she call him here for again?
Thankfully, Togata could not see the way she was gaping at him and just took her silence as a means to continue. He went on a Midoriya-like ramble for the next few minutes or so about his favorite breed (Singapura) before Toru finally found the will to speak.
"Togata-senpai?" she said gently, trying to make up for her earlier rudeness with her friends by at least interrupting this boy kindly. He stopped talking to look at her curiously. "I actually didn't come here to talk about cats. I was hoping to talk to you about hero work…if that's okay," she tacked on lamely, hoping not to offend him.
He looked unbothered, smiling at her kindly. "Sure! I have a lot of experience out in the field, so I'm sure I could offer you some advice if you need it. Is something bothering you?"
"Well," Toru said, looking down at her lap. She wasn't sure if she wanted to bare her soul so openly to someone who was basically a stranger to her, so he kept her explanation brief. "Due to my quirk," she splayed her arms out to gesture to her invisible form, "I don't have a lot of options, costume-wise. Midoriya told me that your Le Million costume was constructed of a special fabric so that you could wear it while using your Permeation quirk, and I was just wondering if the same material might work for my quirk as well?"
Togata looked on thoughtfully. "Well, you see. My costume was made from my own hair."
Toru blinked.
"Your hair?"
He nodded. "With Permeation, I phase through every solid object around me when I use my quirk. You saw me fight your class, I could barely keep my P.E. uniform on," he said with a bashful chuckle. "But if my costume is made from me, I can use my quirk on it so both me and my clothes permeate. You see?"
"Oh," Toru murmured.
She really didn't realize how much hope she had in this plan until it was dashed right in front of her eyes. There wasn't some special all-in-one fabric swatch she could use to make her own full-body suit with a cape. She was Hagakare Toru, and life did not treat her that kindly. She would spend the rest of her hero days either shivering from the cold or being unintentionally (or even worse, intentionally ) groped by every person she attempted to save.
Her vision swam from disappointment, and when the tears started beading in the corners of her eyes, she did nothing to stop them.
"Hagakure-san! What's wrong?" her senpai asked, flapping his hands wildly in concern when he saw the water drip down the invisible contours of her cheeks.
"I just thought—I just hoped I could have a costume like yours, Senpai," she sniffed miserably. "I can't stand doing hero work with no clothes on. I don't want to want to be a hero if I have to be naked for it."
Togata seemed to finally understand what she was here for, and the sympathy in his eyes showed it. While the pity was appreciated, she wasn't sure she wanted to be around anyone right now. She stood to leave, but before she could turn away from him Togata touched her very gently at the elbow. She stopped and looked down at his hand, and he immediately took it away.
"Wait, don't go yet. I understand completely what you mean. I spent so much of my first year at UA forced to laugh it off whenever my clothes would fall off while training with my classmates. I know how it must feel for you, to an extent."
Toru thought of her classmates, who brushed off her concerns dismissively. "You do?"
That constant smile returned to his face, though there was a sad twist to it. "Embarrassing. Vulnerable. Incredibly lonely."
She blinked a few more tears away and nodded.
Togata continued. "It's hard when you have a quirk with such a unique drawback. No one wants to think too much about how hard it might be for you. Especially since you're so cheery; you can't possibly be bothered by it. Sound familiar?"
To a tee.
"It sucks having to be the positive one all the time," she said, brushing her cheeks with the palm of her hand. "It means no one likes you when you act truly unhappy."
Togata swallowed and nodded. She wondered what it must be like for him now, to have lost his quirk and still keep that sunny smile on his face. She wondered how genuine he was when he first showed up here, or if he was putting on an act just like she did every day.
She thought to ask him. "Togata-senpai—?"
But Togata was already pressing on. "But I do think there's something we can do for you. While the material for my suit won't be usable for you, there's no reason why the same method of costume production won't work for you, Hagakure-san."
"My hair?"
Togata shrugged. "If it worked for me, I don't see why it wouldn't work for you. It's worth a shot, anyway. How long is your hair?"
Without asking, his hand reached out. Toru never got used to this. It was always worse because of how horrible people were at guessing body position. You'd think that after looking at so many humans on a day-to-day basis that people would be able to reasonably guess where certain body parts were, but Toru was often unpleasantly surprised by where people grabbed her first.
She closed her eyes and waited for it to be over, but his hand never fell. She cracked open one eye and saw Togata's hand, suspended a few inches above the crown of her head. Her eyes then flicked to his face, where he waited patiently for her.
The saltwater didn't seem to have fully left her eyes as she reached up her hand and took hold of his own, before guiding it gently down the length of her hair. His fingertips grazed the very ends of the strands for a moment before letting it fall back to her shoulders. He smiled again.
"That should be plenty to start."
"Shouldn't we be going to the Costumes Department?" Toru asked as she followed Togata's lead, walking towards a wing of UA that she'd never needed to enter before today.
"Nah, they'd take too long to make it. They're always backed up. But the Support Class students are always itching for new projects," Togata said like the wise senpai he was. "No one is more Plus Ultra than UA students themselves, after all," he said with a wink.
Toru took this logic in stride as she stood before the Support Class Workshop, but admittedly she was a little nervous. They were still students, after all.
"What if they mess up?" she asked. She'd be foolish to not voice her fears now, before it was too late.
Togata seemed unfazed. "Then we try again. Hair isn't a finite resource after all. It grows back. And if you can find someone with a helpful quirk, your costume material could grow back faster than you think!"
Toru supposed she couldn't argue with that, so she steeled herself for whatever was to come and opened the door.
A drone zipped past her head and out the door, so quick Toru didn't even have time to duck.
"Don't leave the door open!" a student covered in grime yelled from on top of an incredibly tall ladder. "My babies will escape!"
"Babies?" Toru asked curiously. Togata closed the metal door behind them and caught another drone flying their way before it could smack into the wall. The student who had yelled at them before was already focusing her attention elsewhere, picking up an electric tool that Toru couldn't identify and hopping inside of the cabin of a giant mech.
"That's Hatsume Mei," Togata told her. "She's a first-year, but she's already at the top of the Support Class. If anyone can help you, it's her."
"Is that praise I hear?" Hatsume Mei called out, poking her head out of the robot and grinning wildly. "Le Millioni! It's been ages. What can I do for you?
"We're actually here for Hagakure-san today." Togata explained the situation to her while she worked, undeterred when Hatsume climbed back in her machine and continued working on her invention. He told her of Toru's unique problem as impersonally as possible, only telling her the necessary details, which Toru was grateful for. Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she waited until Togata ended his explanation, wondering if Hatsume could fashion a costume for her out of her own hair.
"So you said it was mid-back, right?" Hatsume Mei yelled over the sound of a drill. She was back inside the robot and sparks were shooting out of it at rapid intervals. Toru and Togata ducked their heads in tandem as some shot their way.
"Closer to my lower back, actually!" Toru shouted back.
Toru had always been incredibly proud of her hair. It was a personal thing, obviously, since no one could see it, but that didn't stop Toru from meticulously maintaining it from a young age. Even if it wasn't visible, Toru could still feel it, so she'd always gone out of her way to treat her hair properly so she could at least revel in the sleek texture of it. She'd followed beauty influencers online for years to discover the perfect balance of shampoos, conditioners, leave-ins, and other miracle products to keep her hair in perfect condition. Hair length like hers could only be achieved through proper care of healthy hair.
The drilling noise cut off suddenly and Hatsume pulled herself out of the robot and climbed down the ladder. She flipped up her grease-smudged goggles to eye Toru curiously. Toru, used to this reaction, let herself be scrutinized.
"I can work with that," she said finally. "Though there is the caveat of it being invisible. I need to be able to see my materials in order to make a beautiful baby out of them."
There was always something, wasn't there? Every time Toru thought she was taking a step in the right direction, the rug was pulled right out from under her—
"That's an easy fix, though," Togata said. "Temporary hair dye will help you cut it off of her and work it into usable fabric. Then you can wash the dye out when you're all done."
And just like that, there was hope again. Toru looked at Togata in amazement.
Hatsume smiled grandly at Togata. "Look at that! Beauty and brains. What don't you have, Le Million?"
A quirk , Toru thought glumly. But Togata didn't miss a beat. "Time to waste, Hatsume. Toru needs this costume done as soon as possible, okay?"
"Don't they all," Hatsume said flippantly, tossing her tool on a desk behind her. "Alright, cutie," she said, addressing Toru this time. "If you want support gear from me ASAP then I'm going to need you to come back to me as quick as you can with dyed hair, got it? Then I'll get to work on turning it into something usable for you."
"Do you really think you can do it?" Toru asked. All of this hoping was exhausting her.
"Ye of little faith. I perform miracles in this workshop every day!" she shouted, extending her arms out widely to gesture to the room of junked parts. "Now, begone until you've returned with dyed hair. I have schematics to work up."
And just like that, they were kicked out of Hatsume Mei's workshop of miracles, something Toru believed in for the first time in a long while.
Two days later, Toru walked out of the Workshop of Miracles feeling lighter than she had in all the time she'd been a student at UA. Most of that was due to the 13 inches of hair cut from her head, but she couldn't deny that optimism had something to do with it too.
"I like the haircut," Togata told her as he met up with her outside of the workshop. He was smiling that same sunny smile, but Toru didn't have it in her to question it after feeling so high.
She shook her head from side to side, reveling in the feeling of the tips of her hair hitting her face. The other night she had approached the girls of 1-A with a proposition: make-over night. Thrilled beyond all belief, they were incredibly eager to follow her to the drugstore for a night of fun, picking out nail polish and facial masks and of course, hair dye. After mixing it with care, Ochako had taken a specially purchased paintbrush to apply the dye evenly and consistently to her hair, making sure every strand was fully coated. The morning after, she had sent an email to Aizawa-sensei saying she wouldn't be able to participate in Stealth training for a week and then took the day to bask in the feeling of being truly seen.
"It's a shame I didn't get to see it while it was still long," he said as he walked beside her, matching his pace with hers as they made their way to the cafeteria. Despite the fact that she had a freshly-cut, lilac-colored bob swishing on her head, he still made the effort to focus his gaze on the space between her hairline and her mask, a white one with rainbow-colored cat whiskers. Toru smiled widely.
"It's alright, Senpai. You didn't miss anything," she said genuinely.
What he wouldn't want to miss was still yet to come.
This was, perhaps, the one time Toru truly allowed herself to be manhandled. Even the word "allow" felt a little strong, for Hatsume Mei had come to her with an eagerness that couldn't be denied, but with Toru being just as ecstatic as the engineer was, she didn't push back too much when Hatsume insisted that she blindfold Toru for the reveal of her new costume. So after tying a UA uniform-standard tie around her eyes, Hatsume set to work dressing Toru, making easy work of her and not once misplacing where certain body parts might be.
"Are you guys almost done in there?" Togata asked from outside of the crudely-made fitting room. It wasn't more than some strategically placed Support Pieces and a curtain draped between the stacks, but it was more privacy than Toru usually got when she undressed, so she was grateful.
"Al-moooooost," Hatsume sang, in an extraordinary mood, which only made Toru's spirits climb higher. After the rustling of fabric and a few tugs later, Toru felt herself being spun in a circle and led to the outside of the fitting room. Togata remained quiet as Hatsume untied the tie and pulled it from Toru's eyes in a grand flourish.
Before Toru was a large full-length mirror, with Togata off to the side, watching with quiet awe. She almost couldn't understand his expression at first, until she turned her body slightly and saw her hair catch the light, a purple shimmer still tinting parts of it even after she'd washed it several times.
But that's all she saw.
Toru walked forward and touched her hand to the mirror before pulling it away. The glass felt cool and smooth beneath her palm, but she had not seen her approach the entire time she'd walked towards it. Only Togata and Hatsume's giant smiles as they stood behind her.
Togata's expression started to dip when he saw the tears rolling down Toru's cheeks, a similar sight to what he had seen the day he first met her, except now they were suspended alone in midair.
"Oh, no. Hagakure-san, if you don't like it—"
A little laugh bubbled out of her before she could stop herself, then another, until Toru found herself crying and laughing in equal parts.
Togata looked confused until Hatsume, who had never stopped grinning, handed over her goggles to him.
"Click the right button twice for thermal imaging, Beauty," she whispered to him.
And then Togata was able to see Toru as she truly stood, a smile practically splitting her face in two as her hands roved up and down her body. Just her 13 inches of hair had made enough material for a shirt the length of a crop top, with spaghetti straps crossed behind her back. Her bikini-cut bottoms covered her front and backside completely, and there was even a tiny bit of material left over to make a tie for Toru's hair, so the longer strands of her bob could be pulled back into a small ponytail at the back of her head. She was invisible, but she was covered , for the first time in her life, and Toru couldn't stop crying as she clung to the feeling of security around all her most intimate parts.
"Now once your hair grows back, I'll be able to add more to it, of course. This is just the prototype stage. If you take your vitamins or, if you're like our senpai over here, you find someone with a hair-growth quirk, we'll be able to add all sorts of pieces to it, such as—"
Hatsume couldn't get any more words out, crushed as she was in Toru's vice grip embrace.
"Thank you," she cried into the engineer's neck. "Thank you so much."
Hatsume hummed and patted her back. "All in a day's work. Glad I could help." She rubbed Toru's bare shoulder for a moment before jumping back. "Oh! Wait, I didn't show you the best part."
She extracted herself from Toru to head back to the makeshift dressing room, where she brought out the briefcase that all UA students carried their costumes in. Toru's had previously only contained her white striped gloves. But when Hatsume opened it up, she saw much more.
It almost looked like a miniaturized closet, a rod going across the top of it and a tech-y looking hanger dangling from the middle. On the bottom of the velvet-lined case were a bunch of black discs the size of silver dollars, each with a blinking red light.
"This—" Hatsume said as she pointed to the hanger "—is where you put your costume after you're done wearing it. The hanger is weight sensitive, so when your costume is on it, it will light up green so you know that it's there even if you can't see it. Should it not be in your case and you need to try and locate it—" Hatsume picked up one of the small discs "—use one of these sensors to track it. Your costume gives off a signal that can be registered on one of these from up to 500 meters away. There's a tiny twist of wires in both pieces that act as a homing beacon. I made them as small as possible so they're barely visible to the human eye unless you're dancing in front of a stark white background. Otherwise you should be good."
Toru twisted and turned about, patting down her sides, unable to even feel the wires Hatsume was talking about. The engineer was good.
"Why are there so many sensors?" she asked.
"Ah, yes. These also double as tools to be given to your team when you go out on assignment for hero work. Now your teammates can locate you even if you can't respond to them aloud. Helps with rescue ops and things like that."
Toru didn't know what to say.
"You put a tracking device in my suit so my friends can find me?"
"Yes, essentially."
Toru swallowed, the emotion in her throat coming close to clawing out of her. How did Hatsume know? How could she have known that Toru was terrified of getting lost or injured during her hero work? Of no one knowing where to look? She'd never told anyone that. She was Hagakure Toru, the upbeat attitude of 1-A, the comic relief when everyone else was feeling overwhelmed. How did she know Toru was petrified that a stealth operation would turn into a mission where she'd be lost forever?
"I can't take the credit for that idea," Hatsume continued good-naturedly. "Brains here came up with that one."
Toru turned to her senpai, who had been standing back the entire time and staying out of the girls' way as they discussed the details of the costume. He was still wearing Hatsume's ridiculous-looking goggles, which meant he could still see Toru, though it seemed like he didn't need the goggles at all for that to be possible. Maybe he'd been the one person truly seeing her this whole time.
She stepped toward him, not at all feeling self-conscious for perhaps the first time in her life and took his hands in hers.
"Thank you for everything you've done for me, Togata-senpai," she said, her voice packed with sincerity.
She'd seen so many smiles from him in these past two weeks, but the crooked one that climbed up his face now felt the most genuine out of all of them.
"I'm always here to help," he told her.
No, this was the most genuine smile she'd seen him wear in weeks.
"I can't believe it! I can't believe it!"
She laughed good-naturedly as the former-hero Le Million lay on the floor of a cat café, covered in kittens. He'd been shrieking with joy for the past half hour while she sipped her coffee and watched him. This was the least she could do for her upperclassmen after all he'd done for her lately. A small orange kitten crawled over his chest and flicked its tail at Togata's nose, and he looked like he just won the lottery.
"This is the best day," he said happily, his hands patting at the floor while an older striped cat batted at his fingers. "I feel like now I owe you something, Hagakure-san. You didn't have to do this."
"I absolutely did," she said, setting down her cup. A cat sitting on the chair across from her scurried away at the noise, not being able to comprehend how the cup had seemingly moved on its own. "And frankly I owe you about a thousand more cat cafés after all you've done for me."
Togata sat up, holding the striped cat up to his face to give her forehead a kiss before setting her down to run away. He looked at Toru, eyes still full of light. "Now that's just silly."
Maybe so, but Toru felt he deserved it nonetheless. She wouldn't be feeling as happy, as safe, as she felt now without his help. And the trackers…she really couldn't thank him enough. He'd done so much for her despite barely knowing her.
She wished she had been able to do the same when she saw him in that hospital bed all those months ago. When he was feeling lost, who had helped out Le Million? Back then, Toru had seen the pain on his face and had only thought of herself. Toru felt the venomous shame coursing through her veins again. Underneath all the smiles and child-like exuberance was a boy who was suffering without his quirk. The fact that she'd envied someone who'd been hurt so deeply still made her stomach twist. The cat café could provide him temporary happiness, but she could see that saving people was the thing that caused him real joy.
"Togata-senpai?"
Togata, who'd been dangling a feathered toy in front of an uninterested black cat's face, looked up.
She was going to ruin his good mood, but she felt like she had to say it.
"I'm sorry you lost your quirk."
For once, Togata didn't plaster an automatic smile to his face. "Why do you say that?"
Toru fiddled with the hem of her uniform skirt awkwardly, unable to look him in the eye. "You seem like a really kind person. I know that you would have made an amazing hero." She cleared her throat awkwardly. "The fact that you lost your quirk is really unfair."
Togata remained quiet. Toru did as well, not knowing if she should continue or change the subject to lighten the mood. Hagakure Toru, known for her cheery attitude, was not known for her grace when it came to serious topics. She probably shouldn't have brought it up. It was out of her own guilt that she felt the need to mention it, and now she was forcing Togata to think about it—
Togata stood up, leaving the bell toy in front of the cat, and sat at the table with her. His voice was uncharacteristically somber when he spoke.
"I won't lie to you. When I lost my quirk, I thought it was unfair too. I've worked hard my entire life to be able to turn my quirk into something useful, and having all that hard work taken from me so suddenly felt like a slap in the face. Like a part of me was taken, you know?"
Toru nodded sympathetically.
"But you know what?" Togata said. "After a while I began to realize that no one can control what is or isn't fair in their lives. We can only control how we react to it."
There was truth in the simplicity of his statement. Toru felt it in her bones every time she'd been dismissed, ignored by people who often forgot about her if she didn't work so hard to take up space. Life was unfair, and the bitterness she felt in her heart about her own quirk probably wouldn't go away for a long time. But stewing in hate wasn't going to help her move forward either.
Togata continued, "I lost my quirk, maybe permanently, but that doesn't change my purpose. Le Million's goal is to save a million people. I don't need to be a hero to do that. Every day that I help someone in need is another person saved, and I use that reminder to stay focused on the future."
Toru thought about that. "Does that mean I'm another person you saved?"
Togata hummed pensively. "Maybe. But I think that asking for help means that you already did half the work for me. And now that you can do hero work more comfortably, you can save lots of people too!"
The smile forming on his face was infectious. She felt the corners of her lips turning up, hope lighting a fire in her heart that hadn't been there a month ago.
Toru put her hands on her hips, but kept a teasing edge to her voice.. "Don't think that you can use my rescues towards your count, Le Million!" Toru retorted playfully. "If you want to save a million people you need to do it fair and square!"
Togata laughed at her joke—a full, exuberant sound that Toru found she quite liked. The conversation tapered off from there as her senpai located a lone Singapura cat basking in the sunlight a few tables down, but Toru was fine with that. Something told her that this was the beginning of a new chapter for both of them.
The future was looking brighter for her already, and with a new costume and a new friend, she was excited to see the kind of hero she'd turn out to be.