Ladies, gentlemen, kyoudai of all ages, welcome to Oni Ga Shiku Gekijō (otherwise known as Like A Demon Theater). This is where I'll be posting shortish stories related to the Mad Dog of Shizuoka universe but of varying degrees of canon. Half of these stories will be crack, but the other half will have a persistent storyline that range from somewhat serious to Yakuza: Dead Souls. And the best part, you guys get to request shit if you wanna, so don't be shy give it try.
Isezaki Road-Isezaki Ijincho, Yokohama-Summer 201X- Afternoon
He was sweaty. He didn't like that. His loose long hair and hat made it even more unbearable.
He was hungry too. Problem was, he didn't even have enough yen for a pack of gum.
It was hot as hell in Ijincho and all the crew had been doing that day was walk around.
He was sick of walking around in the heat, especially after experiencing the salvation that was Hello Work.
His mind wandered to his friends.
Day like this, we probably would've convinced sensei to let us reserve the pool again. We'd say it was for hero training, learnin' to fight in different conditions and whatnot. He'd know it was bullshit, but he'd let us use it anyway. It'd be fun. Mino and Den would perv out on the girls again, likely to violent reprisal, but they'd still say it was worth it.
Mo-chan and Kyo-chan would prolly be havin' fun, likely with the latter stabbin' out Mino and Den's eyes.
"...ku?"
Sho would probably stay near the edge for all of five minutes 'fore I pushed him in, then Ten would scold me for doin' it while Occhan and Mi-chan just cracked up behind him.
"..u.u?"
Though all of that's assuming that Kacchan won't butt in at any point and demand a rematch after the last time. Maybe MeiMei would've been free too, that would've been fun. Prolly could've invited 1-B too, made it 'Joint Training'. Whatshisface aside, they would've been pretty chill. Oh! And-
"Izuku!"
The greenette was violently snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of one of his new companions calling his name.
One of them, a man in a maroon suit with a ridiculous afro.
The second man, scruffy with glasses and ratty green clothes.
And the third, clearly older than the other two with graying hair and heavy build under a blue bomber jacket.
He blinked and looked around at the three men around him. They all looked back at him expectantly.
"What's up?"
The man in the maroon suit, the one who had caught his attention in the first place, answered, "We were just wondering if you had any ideas on what our next moves should be. Nothing left to do until Sunlight Castle gets our recommendations, so we've got a bit of free time."
Free time, huh? What really is there to do? We're all practically broke, though I guess Kasuga-san did grab some cash from those guys who attacked us before.
If he had some cash of his own, he'd say it'd be good to go lunch, but he didn't so he couldn't.
Nice as these guys are, I'd rather not impose too much. I can go a little longer without eatin'.
"Yeah, I think we should-"
GRRRRRRRRR!
His stomach chose that exact moment to growl loud enough to be heard in Osaka.
His face burned as he heard snickers off to his side.
He looked down at his treacherous gut.
You're an asshole, you know that?
The scruffy bespectacled man, Yu Nanba, stopped his snickering, turned to the older heavyset man, Koichi Adachi, and said, "Well, I guess that answers that."
The latter snickered again.
Shut up Nanba, Adachi.
GRRRRRRRRR!
You shut up too.
Wette Kitchen- North Isezaki Road-Isezaki, Ijincho
"Who's hungry?" The afro man called out to the trio sat all around him.
"Me!" The three called back in unison before the quartet as a whole began to dig into their greasy meals. The greenette being the most vicious out of them all.
"So, Izuku. Something I've been wondering." Kasuga addressed the youngest person in his party who looked back at him with interest.
"Shup?" He responded through a mouthful of beef and bun and egg. After a moment, he seemed to realize that what he was did was rude and swallowed before saying again, "Sorry 'bout that, sup?"
"Well, you went to a hero school right? How was that?"
"Ichiban…" Nanba.
"C'mon, Kasuga, have a little tact." Adachi.
"What? It's a fair question, ain't it? He doesn't hafta answer if he doesn't wanna."
"But, still…"
"It's fine. It's a fair question. Not like it's too intrusive either. But to answer you, Kasuga-san-"
"Ichiban."
"Huh?"
"Just call me Ichiban, you can put a lid on all that formal shit. I get the odd feeling it doesn't suit you."
"Uh… all right. But to answer your question, outside of battle and situation training, it was pretty much just like going to regular school. Only big difference was all the pro heroes just walking around. Lunch Rush would serve lunch, Present Mic taught English, Cement Toss taught Modern Literature, and Midnight taught Modern Hero Art History."
Adachi whistled, "Well, I bet you young guys really paid attention in that class."
"Heh, you really are bad with money, Adachi-san. You really think any of the guys in that class were paying attention to comics and shit with Midnight standing in front of 'em?"
"Heh, guess not."
The lively conversation went on like this for a while longer, and Izuku's smile grew wider and wider, his laughs a bit more bubbly, until…
"So, why'd you leave?"
And all of a sudden, the warm bubble that enveloped the quartet popped, leaving an uncomfortable silence.
"..." Izuku went back to eating his burger.
Meanwhile, the other two men were currently lambasting the leader of the group in the background.
"Ichiban, c'mon man."
"Honestly Kasuga, how far can you fit your foot in your mouth before you choke?"
"Shit, it's my bad. I wasn't thinking."
"Yeah, that's new."
"What's that spose to mean?"
"You know exactly what it means, Ratnest."
"Like you have any room to talk, Nanba!"
"Guys, it's cool."
The trio turned to the teenager, who was smiling again.
It wasn't like his earlier smile, lively and impish in nature.
No, this smile seemed tired, almost wistful and directed into space as if the boy was looking at someone who wasn't there.
He shook his head and focused his attention on the three older men, his smile less wistful but still quite tired.
"Sorry, Ichiban. We can talk about that some other time. I'd rather not ruin a good meal talkin' about shit like that."
"Right, my bad."
"Ain't your fault."
A beat of silence.
"So… you hear about Dragon Quest 11?"
"There are 11 now?!"
And so, the conversation shifted to livelier topics.
Izuku Midoriya
Drifter
Level 6
Job Level 7