In honor of Bakugo's birthday, I've finally decided to upload the first chapter of my first MHA fanfiction! It's gonna be a doozy, and I've already thought it through from beginning to end, so I really hope people like it. :)
I'm going to upload 2 chapters a week here (Monday and Friday), but check my profile if you want read 4 chapters a week for all your binge-reading needs. ;)
It's the night before Izuku Midoriya is set to go with Mirio Togata to meet Nighteye.
"Everyone board the train in an orderly manner!" Tenya Iida bellows, class rep that he is. Like a bunch of teenagers too old to let mommy worry about every little thing, they board as their teacher Midnight watches for any stragglers.
"Jeez, I forgot how packed it gets on Saturday nights," Eijirou Kirishima says as he and his classmates squish past strangers.
"I know, right? Feels like it's been forever since we've been on a train," Denki Kaminari adds.
They feel the train get more and more packed with each stop until they can hardly move. Only a few more stops…
Ochaco Uraraka wiggles through it as best she can. "Are you alright, Deku-kun?"
"Y-Yeah!" he calls back. "Just a little… stuc-" He gasps for air as he squeezes past a stranger with a little too much force and slams into Uraraka. "Ow… S-Sorry…"
Uraraka rubs her nose. "No, it's okay, I'm f-"
They look at each other. Close. They're too close. Their faces practically go up in flames as they try to turn away from each other. "S-Sorry!" Midoriya's voice cracks. He keeps his arms to his sides, suddenly unsure of what to do with them.
"N-No no no! It's fine! It's not your fault!" Total strangers squish them closer together, and they're beginning to wonder if it's intentional. Their flushed cheeks start to touch, and Midoriya's mouth gets so close to her ear that she can hear him breathing.
Uraraka smells nice, Midoriya notes. The rest of the train smells sweaty. It's hot. But she smells nice. Each wonders if the other can hear their heart beating, like thunder going off in their ears.
Then the train stops.
"Everyone!" Iida calls, despite how much it bothers the strangers surrounding him, "This is our stop! Everyone exit the train immediately!"
Thank goodness, both Midoriya and Uraraka think. They scramble off of the train and stand a few feet away from each other to catch their breaths.
I… I've never been that close to a girl before! He thinks. She was so soft! Forgive me, Uraraka! I… really didn't hate that! Not one bit! Uraraka takes deep breaths as she fans herself.
Iida notices them. "Are you okay, Uraraka-kun? The train car was awfully hot."
"I-I'm fine! There's nothing wrong! Nothing weird happened!" she practically screams.
After trying to recollect himself, Midoriya hesitantly turns to her, and just as he's about to speak—
"Excuse me! Are you Izuku Midoriya?" a cheerful voice asks.
He turns around to see a woman with long black hair, a green scarf wrapped around the shoulders of her blue dress and… sunglasses? At night?
"You are, aren't you? And you're Ochaco Uraraka! And Tenya Iida!" She gasps. "You're… all of class 1-A! OMG, I'm such a big fan!"
Midoriya can't totally see her face with the large sunglasses in the way, but he guesses that she's somewhere in her twenties, which also surprises him, because someone that age wouldn't normally be so interested in a bunch of high schoolers, even if they're from UA. He guesses that the sports festival broadcast had attracted all sorts of people.
Before he can reply, she takes his hand and shakes it. "It's so great to meet you!"
"Oh! Uh! Thank you very much!"
She practically leaps over to Uraraka and shakes her hand next. "Nice to meet you! You're even cuter in person!"
"Wha? Oh! No! Uh!" Uraraka blushes and waves her arms, unsure how to respond, but Midoriya silently thinks to himself that the woman certainly isn't wrong about Uraraka being cute. Not one bit.
The woman then leaps to Iida, Kirishima, and so on until Midnight stops her. "I'm sorry, but we really have somewhere to be. But thanks for your support! The students will keep doing their best!"
Midoriya and Uraraka bow and wave to the woman as they hurry to join the group, and they're both sort of grateful she broke the awkwardness between them when she did. She waves back, almost screaming words of encouragement, then scampers off, Midnight watching as she leaves. The woman gave Midnight a weird feeling. From years of hero work, it was a familiar feeling, the feeling of something dangerous hiding in the shadows.
As the woman gets further away, out of eye or earshot, her pace slows. She gives a heavy sigh. "Good grief. Kids these days, so shameless." Her lavender eyes glow from under her sunglasses. "Hmph. They really should thank me."
The class arrives to their destination: Yaki Palace! The premiere yakiniku eatery in Shinjuku! They can feel their mouths watering at the thought of juicy rib cuts, fileted beef, and chicken wings… This… This is what they deserved for all their hard work and finally getting their pro hero licenses. They promised Katsuki Bakugo and Shoto Todoroki they'd try not to enjoy themselves too much, but as the old saying goes: YOLO, muthaf*cka!
They cheer as they rush inside, Iida reminding everyone to act with decorum, as all pro heroes should (despite his own mouth also starting to water). Their reservation for 20+ warranted the biggest room, and Midnight watches them as they all enjoy their meat and their youth. At about 10 o'clock, she breaks out her whip, wakes up anyone who's fallen asleep with a food baby in their bellies and forces them back onto the train and back to their dorms. Everyone sleeps peacefully, even Bakugo and Todoroki, who know they'll have the chance to prove themselves soon enough.
They sleep peacefully… until the next morning.
Midoriya wakes up and quickly realizes he's already late. "Whoa, it's already 9?!" he screeches.
Then he jumps. He jumps up out of bed and looks around in a panic. "Who's there?!" he screams at the voice he doesn't recognize. There it is again. "Who's there?! Come out now!"
Wait… The voice didn't sound like it was coming from outside of him. He only hears it when he himself is talking. His hand goes to his throat. "Is that… me?" His voice sounds shrill. There's a sweetness to it, but that's not comforting, not at the moment. His gaze drifts to his hand.
The scars are gone. Instead, there's this small, fragile, perfect looking hand in its place. Both of his hands, they're… cute?
Only then does he notice something sticking out of his chest, creating a noticeable swell. The rest of his shirt feels baggier than usual, but this one spot is bigger for some reason. As the truth dawns on him, the last test is—
Gone. It's gone. What was normally dangling between his legs (and more recently causing him grief as it would randomly bob up and down at inconvenient times, an unfortunate side effect of puberty) had completely vanished.
He rushes to open his closet to look at the mirror inside, and he sees this… adorable girl staring back at him, blinking when he blinks, and touching her face at the same time as him.
"No," she breathes.
If you're familiar with the painting "The Scream" by Edvard Munch, well, that's the next thing she sees in the mirror. And well, that's the next thing she does.
She screams.
